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A Small Splash

Daniel adjusted his glasses, gripping the pool skimmer like a lifeline. Mrs. Carter–Lena, she’d insisted–was one of his mother’s closest friends, but since her divorce, she’d become something else entirely: a woman who wore silence like a second skin, who left half-empty wine glasses on the patio table at noon.

The job was simple: skim leaves, check the pH levels, vacuum the bottom. Three times a week. Easy money. Yet every time Daniel stepped into her backyard, his throat tightened.

Lena often watched him from the kitchen window, her expression unreadable. One sweltering afternoon, she stepped outside, barefoot, holding two glasses of lemonade.

“You always work so quietly,” she said, handing him one.

Daniel wiped his damp palms on his shorts. “I–I don’t want to disturb you.”

Lena laughed, soft and tired. “This house is too quiet now. A disturbance might be nice.”

Something in her voice made him glance up. For the first time, he noticed how good she looked. Bronzed from days by the pool, toned from her tennis lessons.

That evening, as he finished up, ataşehir escort he hesitated. “Do you… need help with anything else?”

Lena studied him, then smiled–really smiled. “No Daniel! I was going to take a swim actually – care to join me?”

Daniel felt something shift, like the first ripple in still water. She was sexy,but she knew his mom, and well there was another small issue. “I’m not sure. I should be getting back.”

Without a moment’s hesitation Lena removed the rope she was wearing and dived in. What Daniel hadn’t noticed before she dived in was that she was completely naked underneath.

Daniel gasped and looked away.

“The water’s great. Dive in!”

Through the ripples Daniel could make out the outline of her ass.

“I haven’t got my trunks!”

“Ha – you don’t need trunks. Look at me – it feels better naked!”

Daniel blushing. “I can’t Lena.”

Slowly Lena climbed the pool steps. Her enhanced breasts glistened with ripples of water. She looked amazing for her age. Daniel felt a familiar stirring in his shorts. What are you doing, this is your mom’s friend.

“You’ve seen me – time for you to show me what you’ve got Daniel. I’m a big girl – I can handle it. Get your big young cock out for me”

Reluctantly Daniel removed his shorts and boxers, revealing his little erection.

Lena’s first response was to gasp, but this was quickly followed by an amused smirk “Oh My, that has to be the smallest penis I’ve ever seen…… But I can tell you like me.”

“I’m sorry”

“Don’t be! Listen…my ex-husband and I didn’t have sex towards the end. In fact no one has touched me in over two years. I need…..something” grabbing Daniel’s hand and placing it on her ass. “I want you to fuck me”

Lena was in great shape, her ass gently bounced as she led Daniel by the hand through the patio doors and up the stairs to her bedroom.

They embraced and kissed passionately. Lena placed one of Daniel’s hands on her pussy.

“I need your tiny dick inside me Daniel” Lena said as she maneuvered herself onto the bed; resting her head on a pillow and arching her back. Daniel admired her juicy round ass and perfect holes.

His cock was throbbing as he positioned himself behind her. He thought briefly about asking to eat one of her tasty looking holes, but instead thrust his micropenis inside her. Slowly he pumped in and out of her pussy.

“Are you?…are you in yet?”

Daniel continued thrusting; he could feel her warm wetness and he knew he wasn’t going to last long.

“Does it get any bigger Daniel? I can barely feel you.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Oh Daniel! Does your little cock want to cum inside me already?”

“Yes”

Daniel explodes inside Lena.

“I’m so sorry Lena…please don’t tell anyone”

Lena observes Daniel’s cum as it leaks from her pussy.

“What do you have to be sorry for? I get a kick out of making guys prematurely shoot their loads…You can’t hold that little guy back at all can you?….I just wish I had felt something, I’m used to much larger dicks”

Daniel started to gather his clothes, trying to process what had just happened.

“Will you not stay for that lemonade? Maybe you could try the other hole later?”

“I…I have to go”

Lena escorted Daniel to the door, as he exited Lena called out:

“Don’t worry Daniel! I won’t tell anyone – this can be our very little secret!”

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Breeding Bull – a Story by Expansion Mansion

I woke up with a start, my head throbbing and my mouth dry. Where the hell was I? The last thing I remembered was going to a rave in the city. I was dancing with a gorgeous blond girl. She smiled and offered me something. I took it, and then… nothing. I blinked a few times, trying to clear my vision. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I realized I was in a darkened barn. Straw covered the floor around me and the air was thick with the scent of hay and something else… something musky and primal.

I sat up slowly, my head spinning, my eyes straining to see in the dim light. Suddenly a light flipped and I had to blink away the pain. When it subsided, I saw her. The blonde from the club. Except… she looked different. She wasn’t wearing the little red dress she had on the night before. No. Now she wore boots, overalls, and a flannel shirt unbuttoned enough to show the… cleavage from massive breasts she definitely did not have last night! Where did those come from? Why was here hair tied in long pig-tails? Why did she look so… country?

“Welcome to our little barn, stud,” she said, walking over and kneeling down in front of me. Her breasts hung dangerously close to my face, as if to swallow me whole “I’m Daisy. You’re probably wondering what’s going on and where you are. Rest assured you are in good hands and soon you won’t want to even contemplate leaving. Trust me”

She reached a hand out toward me. I tried to shift back but could barely muster the strength. I was dehydrated, a thirst like no other parching my mouth. I licked my dry lips, my eyes unconsciously locking on the swaying orbs on Daisy’s chest as she shifted toward me.

Her eyes looked down at her large bosom, then back at me. “You poor thing, you must be incredibly thirsty.” I nodded, unable to look away. “You’re getting ahead of me sugar,” she said, “But we do like them eager. Come here.”

I watched with awe as she unbuttoned her flannel shirt further and used both hands to pull out one of her large breasts. It was nearly the size of my head. The soft flesh was smooth, yet heavy. Small freckles dotted down from her defined collar bone and spread over her mound of breast. What truly caught my attention was how swollen and large her nipple was. It was puffy and red and stuck out over an inch and was nearly two inches wide and… something was leaking from it. Not just something, milk. Creamy thick milk by how slowly and languidly it was building up and dripping off her chest.

I stared in awe. My mouth felt dryer than I have ever felt and a primal need began screaming in the back of my head, urging me forward. I looked up at Daisy and she smiled a genuine and welcoming smile as she gently grabbed my hand and helped pull my face toward her chest.

I hesitated for a moment, but the sight of the creamy liquid was too tempting to resist. I opened my mouth and gently took Daisy’s nipple in my mouth. I was nearly dying of thirst, but this situation was so odd, this girl, too nice. I didn’t want to hurt her, but then I tasted it. The sweet cream slowly trickling then streaming into my mouth was sweeter than any honey and richer than any cream I had ever had. I couldn’t help myself as I took more of her nipple and more of her breast into my mouth as I began to suck as if she would run out at any moment.

When I did, Daisy lightly shuddered and let out a gasp. I looked up as a sucked and saw her eyes had closed and she began biting her lip. She whimpered in what I could only assume was pleasure as I worked with determination to drain her breast dry.

As I did, I felt a warmth spread from my stomach to the rest of my body. I felt… stronger, invigorated, like I could run for miles and never tire. I felt my muscles begin to tighten, as if they were getting bigger. My mouth lost its death grip on Daisy’s milky fountain as I gasped in both pain and pleasure. I looked over at my right arm to see my bicep straining against my shirt sleeve. The white fabric taught as it fought to contain my growing muscle. But it wasn’t just my bicep. My chest was swelling and bulging, my lats spanning wider, my thighs and ass were threatening to tear themselves free of my jeans.

With a grunt of pain, I stood up and began trying to rip my shirt off which was restricting my breathing. I couldn’t get the buttons free in time and my growing muscles gave one final push and my shirt was torn to pieces, the buttons popping and flying over Daisy’s head. My pecs heaved as I breathed through the slight pain, but mostly as I worked on controlling the near orgasmic pleasure the growth brought on. I looked down at my torso. My pecs were massive, and hairier, than I remember them being. A happy trail of thick hair now ran down my chiseled abs. My shoulders were the definition of boulder shoulders and my arms were each thicker and bulkier than my legs use to be. I was grateful that my newly thickened thighs, and muscly ass were contained by my jeans, bursa escort barely. The fabric had begun to rip at the sides and I felt the most uncomfortable tightness in my crotch.

Daisy stood up, her exposed breast now looking smaller than the other still hidden in her shirt. She looked me up and down with a coy smile on her pink lips. Her eyes twinkled when they passed and hovered over my crotch. For a moment I saw her smile flicker to a frown and then back. The gleam in her eyes intensified as they met mine and she sauntered over to me.

“We still have a way to go, stud. I think you’re just getting started.” She put one hand on the back of my head and pulled me toward her face. She pulled me into a passionate and lustful kiss. Her soft wet lips met mine as she pressed her sloshy breasts to my strong and full chest. It sent shivers through my body. Her saliva was nearly as sweet as her milk. The taste of it made me thirsty for more of her cream and after a minute I pulled myself from the kiss to find that she had pulled out her other breast and offered it up to me eagerly.

I did not miss a beat. I leaned down and took her breast with both hands. Forgoing being gentle, I crammed as much of her swollen nipple and breast into my mouth as I could fit. I pulled, squeezed, and sucked with an even stronger vigor. The changes from the milk giving me a strength and prowess I did not know before. I drank deeply and greedily. This time Daisy did not contain any arousal. She moaned with pleasure as she used one hand to grope her first breast and the other to rub her crotch over her overalls.

It did not take me long to nearly drain the second breast. Within a few minutes I had gulped down what felt like over another gallon of milk. When I stood up, milk dripping down my open mouth, I felt strange. And not in my-body-was-growing-again-strange, but heavy-strange. I felt the milk hit my stomach with a thud and I had to sit down. My stomach looked like I had just cleaned out an all you can eat buffet, pushed out to its limit. Daisy stood above me, watching with a nearly obsessive eagerness. It was frightening almost. The kind of look a hunter gives its prey before it goes in for the kill. It didn’t help that I began to hurt. The milk in my stomach felt like it was churning, pressing against its confines, looking for somewhere to go. It broiled and sloshed, then grew warm inside me. Then it went still. My stomach deflating back to its new defined muscularity.

I let out a sigh of relief at this and was about to sit up when the warmth returned. Except, it wasn’t in my stomach any more. No, it wasn’t there at all. It was somewhere very specific. Somewhere intimate.

My balls.

Not my groin, specifically my balls. They grew hot and… full? God, I’ve never felt my balls get that tight. Wait, not just tight, but swollen. I looked down at my jeans to see the outlet of my junk. My dick looked normal, but my balls were pressing against my jeans, they were growing! My eyes glued, I watched with my mouth open in disbelief as my sack swelled outward. I could hear tears in the jean fabric as the threads strained then lost to the growing sack. I could see the tan color show in the tears as the blue of my jeans was slowly replaced by the tan of my enlarged scrotum. With a final heave my balls pulsed outward and any semblance of my jeans disappeared. I had to spread my legs to make room for the growing orbs as they bubbled and sloshed larger. I began to feel the liquid inside them. Not milk, but even thicker, hotter, virile cum churned and swirled inside my enlarging balls.

I didn’t know what to do but watch. They kept growing outward, almost like they were expanding toward Daisy. This continued for a few minutes until each of my balls was the size of a volley ball. The skin of my sack was tight and stretched taught. Thick and large veins crisscrossed the orbs pulsing with insanely strong and visible pulses. I could almost see the movements of the churning hot seed inside them. These were no longer simply balls; these were now weapons of mass breeding. With enough cum to impregnate any woman in a twenty-mile radius.

However, my cock looked measly in comparison now. I wasn’t small but at an average five and a half inches erect, it now looked like a micro penis compared to the new size of my body and sack. However, I thought too soon.

The warmth, of course, spread to my cock. It began to get hard. Harder than I have ever been. I grew to my fully erect length… and I kept growing. And growing. My cock lengthening past seven, eight, even ten inches long. It slowed down and stopped I would guess over thirteen inches long and wide enough to comfortably and fully fill any hole. The base length of my cock was large and bulging, making a large and easy length for cum to pump out of. More veins spiraled around my throbbing member. It also darkened as it filled and hardened, looking like an angry and explosive rod of flesh. It twitched heavily bursa eskort with each throb, each one sending a signal up my spine and into my brain. It was like with every throb of my cock and balls the word, “Breed,” washed through my mind and shoved everything else away.

After the shock wore off, my cock took over. I got to my feet. My newly found strength and vitality giving my body the ability stand, carry, and move with my newly added weight and flesh. My legs wide, I trudged toward daisy, my cock hard and leading me toward her. My balls filling the space between my legs, hung heavily, ready.

Daisy shuffled from side to side, barely able to contain her excitement. Her eyes glued to the insanely proportioned breeding stick approaching her.

“That’s it, stud,” she was barely able to get out amid her excitement, “Let’s see what you can do.”

As if she couldn’t do so fast enough, Daisy unfastened the straps on her overalls and let them drop to the ground. Other than her flannel, she wore only a pair of tiny light-pink lacy panties. She turned around and bent over, presenting a full and round ass to me as she pulled those panties down around her ankles.

The site nearly made me erupt on the spot. Daisy’s wide and child-bearing hips supported a full and perky ass that framed the most intoxicating pussy I have ever seen. Her lips were red and puffy as if swelling in excitement for the fucking it was about to receive. Her clit was prominent and poking out in anticipation. It leaked down her leg. Her juices mirroring my own pre cum as we both started to flood the floor in anticipation. The thick smell of it wafted over me and made my vision go read with lust. She leaned over the hay bail in front f her and looked back at me with pleading eyes and flushed cheeks. She wanted me inside of her, now.

I could resist no longer. I closed the distance between us and wrapped my large strong hands around her little waist. I brought the tip of my cock up to her opening and pressed myself to her. At first a shock ran through both our bodies as we connected. Her juices mixing with my leaking pre cum. The tip of my cock began to tingle as I felt her soft lips slowly open to accept my new girth. I pushed gently, my body screaming to skewer her quickly but my mind wining over so as not to hurt her.

While I slowly pushed, something happened. I felt her insanely tight pussy relax. It held and gripped me tightly, but the tingling in my cock spread and I felt her open up to accept me. She seemed to pull me in, her pussy gripping and pulling in my cock as if with its own hungry mind. Before I new it I was balls deep in her. She let of a scream of pleasure as I felt her stomach stretch under my hands to accept my length. I could feel my tip press up against and poke her cervix. My pre cum began filling her up slowly and her womb greedily drank it up.

I paused there for a moment. I was stunned by the shock of how deep in this girl I was, the overwhelming smell of her and my own musk mixing, the churning in my engorged balls, her tight wet grip, the almost massaging of her pussy around my pulsing cock, all of it nearly drove me mad. And then Daisy wiggled her hips against me. And I lost it.

With an animalistic intensity I began pulling my hips back and slamming them against daisy’s full ass. Her whimpers and the silence were soon filled with the loud slapping of my hips against her, the wet splashes of her pussy juice against me, and her screams and moans of intense pleasure. I grunted and groaned as I felt pleasure I never knew was possible. Her pussy and womb felt like they were begging my rod for its milk. Diasy wanted cum. That became obvious a while ago. No, they needed cum, needed to feel taken by a wild male and be bred. Well, if that is what she wanted, I was willing to assist. It’s not like I could stop anyway.

As I began to fuck the living shit out of Daisy’s eager pussy a new pressure began to build in my balls. If I thought the initial growth was intense, boy was I wrong. I felt more cum start to slosh and broil in my balls as they grew even bigger between my legs, stretching the skin out tighter. They soon were bigger than watermelons and threatened to drop me to the floor from their weight.

This continued as I vigorously thrust in and out of Daisy. I was so caught up by the building pressure I nearly missed the 2 times she spasmed on my massive cock. Two orgasms already huh? I bet this girl could feel my balls growing against her ass and legs and was cumming from the mere thought of all that cum getting dumped inside her. The realization of that finally did me in.

With a roar I pulled Daisy’s hips as tight against me as they could be. My cock penetrated her womb and I felt her let out a gasp as I also lifted her full of the floor and up into the air. From below we both felt my balls as they at first stretched down to the floor and then with an elastic motion pulled up quickly and tightly to the underside of my groin as the damn broke and the largest and thickest torrent of cum I have ever felt erupted out and up my throbbing and veiny cock.

The orgasm was more intense than any I have ever felt. I could feel every drop of cum as it blasted and shot up out of my engorged sack, through my cock, and into Daisy’s womb. I shuddered and bucked trying to get even deeper. The newly dominant animalistic side of me telling me to make sure I stuffed and crammed my seed as deep inside this woman as I could. I could feel my thick and steamy seed pool into Daisy’s womb around my cock and begin to flood every space it could find. With the first two loads I filled her. With the remaining, I inflated her.

As my orgasm continued, each pump and load from my cock and balls began to push out on Daisy’s stomach. The stretch and imprint of my cock on her insides slowly disappeared as her stomach pushed outward. My balls pumping with all their might, continuing to fill her again and again and again. Before long Daisy looked like she was 9 months pregnant with octuplets. Her breasts had also begun to swell either from taking on cum or from whatever made her breasts large in the first place. Her nipples became even larger than before and when she merely leaked her milk before, she now sprayed it all over the two of us. They bathed us in a shower of her milk as her body succumbed yet again to the pleasure and I felt her pussy clench my rod as she shuddered with wave after wave of orgasm.

As I continued to orgasm with her, I tried my best to catch as much of her milk in my mouth as I could, using its warmth to keep me standing. Daisy could not partake as my continued pumping of cum began to trickle out of her mouth. She would hiccup and a cum bubble would come floating out. I also began to fill a thick coating of cum start to seep out of her pussy and down my slightly less inflated balls and legs. I could tell Daisy had bit off more than she could chew.

With great reluctance I set Daisy down on her massive stomach and tits and pulled out as quickly as I could. As soon as I did, my cock spewed and spraying cum five to eight feet in the air with each load. Hot seed flew and coated the barn, covering everything exposed. I roared with intense pleasure and pain as I passed the four, then five-minute mark of my continued orgasm. With one final clench, my balls spewed one final torrent of jizz all over Daisy and her exposed bare ass.

Suddenly my head light and dizzy. I had to sit to the floor, careful not to crush my deflated, but still grapefruit size balls and long cock that was beginning to grow flaccid. I sat back against a hay bale and looked at myself. My legs had grown large and more muscular during our romp and my dick took on a nearly equine appearance. Now fully flaccid it lay draped over one of my thick legs and the tip rested easily on the floor opposite. My balls loosened a bit on the floor, as if they were ready to take a nap after a long day of work. I couldn’t believe how different I looked.

Before I could get too lost in thought, I heard sloshing and looked up to see Daisy. She was still resting on her large and stretched out stomach but had turned around to face me. A slow trickle of cum leaked out of her mouth and she gave a slight hiccup every now and then. Her face was flushed and it looked like her eyes were fluttering like she was trying to keep them open. She gave me a sleepy grin.

“Well done stud.” She said rubbing her enormous belly. “I think you knocked me up good. Better than I expected in fact. However, we are not even close to done.”

With a click, the barn door behind her opened. My jaw dropped as multiple women in various farm clothes strode in and up to Diasy. They took in the surroundings, the thick layer of cum on every surface, Daisy who could barely stand with the size of her belly and tits, and then finally me: the now six-foot-tall-roided-out-looking-stud with a cock of epic proportions. But I wasn’t the only one to be able to boast.

Each woman had their own claim to fame. Some had tits larger than Daisy’s, some with massive asses, thighs that could crush your skull, and some were nearly seven feet tall with amazonian proportions. Their eyes all locked onto me and my cock which was slowly beginning to throb and stand back at attention. Their gazes bore down on my splayed-out balls and they all began to step toward me. As if on command my balls started to firm up. I could feel the churning starting again as they filled from some mystical pool of fertile seed. They pulsed larger with each step of the throng of women as they approached. I looked at their hungry eyes and I couldn’t help but smile.

I knew I should leave, should escape this barn and never look back. Knew that if I stayed, I would never want to leave again. But as I looked at the sea of women, I knew I couldn’t. This was my place now, my purpose. I was their breeding bull, and these women were my herd.

With a sigh, I settled further into the straw, surrendering to the warm, soft warm bodies of the women as the descended on me. I knew that this would bring more milk, more fucking, more cum, and eventually, more babies. And I couldn’t wait.

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You know all the usual stuff, don’t read if it’s illegal or you don’t like sex or sex between two males offends you. All characters are purely fictional, and any likeness is coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all rights to this story, the characters, and the world they live in. Edited by Kumani

This is a story of two friends who after being apart from each other, discover a love between them they never knew could exist.

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Night Eternal

Chapter 1: Coby’s Story

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I remember that night very clearly. The city air was cold and clammy. A little fog had rolled in from the bay that night. The club we went to was a bit rundown, but at least it was clean. That was more than I could say about most of the clubs we went to. Steve and Scott had convinced us to come along. It was drag night and it was supposed to be a really funny show.

It was the first time I had been to a gay club. It wasn’t much different from most clubs we had been to. Except for the fact that there were very few women and most of the women that were there, were men! The music was different too, more peppy with thumping syncopating beats. We were having a good time, the drag show was hilarious and we got a chance to meet Scott and Steve’s other friends. It was a real fun night, until after the show. Then my world changed forever.

Shortly after the show, most of us broke up to mingle. Many of the guys in the club were amused at the straight people that had come to the club to see the drag show, but that didn’t stop us from getting hit on. A lot of the guys were quite taken with Ryan. He was like a god to be worshiped. Even though I would never openly admit my interest, I have to admit I thought he did look rather good. I had gone to the bar for another drink, when a guy walked up and sat in the stool next to me. He ordered a glass of red wine.

“Not your usual bar is it?” he said laughing.

“Not really.” I said with a slight chuckle.

“Let me guess, your gay friends invited you to come see the show right?”

“You are correct sir!”

“And you’re a college student from downtown, yes?”

“You’re three for three.” I was amused by his little game. I started wondering if this was some kind of pickup game of twenty questions. What he said next however, floored me.

“Secretly you’re in love with your best friend, the hot one over there!” he pointed to Ryan, who was dancing with Dan, one of Scott’s friends.

His statement hit me like a blow in the gut. It was like he was stating the obvious. And somewhere, deep down inside, I knew he was right. However, my inner demon that kept me from ever telling Ryan how I felt was the one who spoke aloud. “No! No! Ryan is my best friend. We’re not…gay,” I protested.

“Really, I’ve seen the way you look at him. And your reaction to me pointing out the obvious, tells me I’m right.”

“No really! We’re just good friends. We have known each other since birth that’s all”

“Who are you trying to convince Coby, me or yourself?”

That stopped me in my tracks. I never told this guy my name. “Who are you?”

“That’s not important Coby! Do you love him?”

“Yes! Of course I do! He’s like a brother to me.”

“No! Do you love him? Do you want to be with him? Do you want him to make love to you?”

I felt like I was being backed into a corner. Something inside me was screaming yes! But my fear was stronger. “No, No! He is… He is just my friend! Why… why are you making such a big deal over this?”

“Because I believe we should all be true to our selves. Years ago I learned a hard lesson, if I had learned to be true to myself I would have been saved decades of trouble. COME with me.”

And to my amazement I did exactly that. My mind was so confused. Why was I following this guy? Who was he? Why was he so interested in me and especially my personal life? And why was I following him even though I did not want to?

He led me out to his car and I got in the front passenger seat. It was a black Cadillac with leather interior and wood trimmings. It was perhaps the most beautiful car I had ever been in. “You look tired, I think you should go to SLEEP.”

The next thing I remember, I woke up in a fairly dark room lit by over a hundred candles. There was a big roaring fire in a huge fireplace. The couch I was sitting on was very nice, black leather. There was a big oval table in front of me, and sitting in a chair opposite me was my captor. He smiled at me.

I realized then that I had not really looked him over in the club. How could he have been there and I had not really noticed fatih escort him? He was stunning, for a guy! He was a bit shorter than me, possibly in his early thirties, was well built and had really long, straight, black hair. He was wearing black slacks and a dark blue shirt open at the collar. He had a devilish look in his dark blue eyes.

He laughed, “Ah Sleeping Beauty awakens! Come on now it is just a few minutes to midnight and the night is still young. I need you fully awake and alert… Ah yes there you are. My name is Christopher Wilmington Westmore and it is a pleasure to have you in my home! I hope you will come to like it here, because I’m afraid it will be your new home for a while.”

I was dumbfounded! I didn’t know what to say. I just sat there transfixed.

“I have decided that you will become my new protégée. I mean to teach you some valuable lessons Coby. One of your first lessons will be to acknowledge who you are. You will need to be honest with yourself if you are to become powerful. To do this I will deny you the presence of the one you hold most dear. The time will come when you will beg me to let him join with us.”

The thought that I might never see Ryan again slapped me across the face. It drew me out of my stupor. “But…but why would you do this?”

“Because my boy, you seem lost and I think you need direction in your life. One as fine as yourself needs to know what really matters the most in his life, and without knowing yourself, you would continue denying the one thing in this world that can bring you happiness and I mean to make you see this.”

“Why me?”

His smile turned wicked, “Let’s just say you remind me of myself Coby. I spent a lifetime convincing myself that I was something I am not. Now when I see someone doing the same thing, I feel compelled to help them see the light. Unfortunately, to do this I will have to cause you some great pain. You see, you will never see anyone you know ever again, except from a distance. From this day forth, your old life is gone and I will help you forge a new one!”

“WHAT!!!

“Yes! First you must feel the pain of loss. Only then will you realize that your love for Ryan runs deep Coby, it is in your core! There is a silver lining to all of this. I am going to introduce you to a world you never dreamed possible, a world of endless possibilities. You will become one of us. You will feel power beyond your wildest dreams and consequently you will know true pleasure in the end.”

“Wha…what are you?”

“I have lived for over twenty-three hundred years. Your Hollywood would call me a Vampire.”

“A…A Vampire?”

“Yes, I’m glad you are paying attention Coby. Now you must understand something, I have just broken one of our most solemn laws by revealing myself to you. So, now you have a dire choice I’m afraid. I can make you one of us and you can accept your new life, and have a chance of one day figuring out the real you. Or I can kill you right here and now and put an end to your pitiful painful life. You see, no one may know of our existence, us Vampires, so I’m afraid I have committed you either way. But as one of us you will not age Coby, you will live forever and you will be very powerful.”

“Do I have to kill people to survive?”

“Oh no, dear boy! If we killed everyone we fed from there would be no one left. No, although you will have to seek sustenance through the drinking of human blood, there is no need to kill anyone you feed from. I will teach you this, all in due time. But, I will not lie to you. You may find that you need to kill sometimes to survive, but it is not a necessity. You will, however, have to give up the day and become a creature solely of the night. However, it is a minor price to pay.”

The implication of what he was offering me was enormous. To live off the blood of people, to always have to hide from everyone felt so unnatural, so restricted. But to live forever! Who could resist the lure of immortality? The worst part was that I could only see my friends and family from afar. I didn’t think I could live with that. What was my other alternative, to die?

“I’ve made my choice. I choose to live.”

“Well said my boy.”

The next thing I knew Chris was on top of me. He smiled at me then kissed me full on the lips. I fought at first but the power of his kiss was overwhelming. It was the most sensual kiss I had ever experienced. Our tongues began to duel. It was amazing. I had completely given in to Christopher’s mouth. I felt myself becoming enveloped, succumbing with utter abandon, but he pulled away.

“Ok, this will sting at first, but güngören escort not for long, I promise you that!” he said.

I saw a flash from his mouth as his fangs extended then he lowered his mouth down on my neck. I felt a sharp pain, but it was immediately replaced by a euphoria that I can only describe as orgasmic. It felt better then sex. It was indescribable but so incredible. After a few blissful minutes, I felt my entire body go numb. Then everything went black.

The next thing I remember, I was jolted awake. I could feel a warm rush flowing through my body like a river, consuming me and igniting my senses that I can only describe as Life. My awareness became heightened and I clung greedily to this source of Life. Chris’s wrist hovered above my mouth, but it became firmly secured to my lips by both of my hands in a viselike grip. After a few seconds of drinking in the warm richness of “Life,” he pulled his arm away very easily, despite my hold on him.

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So began my life as a Vampire. Chris began my training by teaching me the finer discreet ways to hunt for food. It was not like it is in the stories. Chris explained that we would go out to a bar and pick up a girl or a guy then take them to a nearby hotel. You see the ruse was that we were going for a night of pulse pounding no strings attached sex with our newfound partners. However, what we really wanted was just their pounding pulses.

He also warned me that the number one rule was that we must be perceived as human at all times. We must blend in at all cost, so I had to be discreet about how I handled the actual feeding. To the Normal it must always seem as though they only had a wild night. He explained that this was part of the great deception. It was the main law for all of our kind. We must strive to pass for human. To deceive was fundamental to our survival.

He told me the process was actually very pleasurable for our victim, as I had felt when he had Embraced me. If done properly, the Normal would leave the next morning feeling a bit weak, and over loaded from pleasure. Vampires could have sex with Normals if we wanted, but the Embrace was far more pleasurable. There are some Normals who love it so much that they seek out our kind for more!

That night Chris took me out for my first hunt. He had given me explicit instructions on what I needed to do. I was shocked however, when he took me to another gay bar on his side of town? At first, I objected that I was not into other guys, that I liked women. “That is exactly why I brought you here. The first lesson that you need to learn about feeding is that blood is blood. The sex of the blood matters not! If you are hungry and all you can find are men, but you choose to feed solely on women you will die of starvation. You need to realize that you can have a preference, but you must ‘blend in’ whenever you have too. Besides you might surprise yourself and come to enjoy it!”

So there I was, in my second gay bar of the night, trying to decide which guy I wanted to hit on. The whole thing felt strange to me, and very embarrassing. However, I didn’t have to wait long, because just a few minutes after I walked in the door a guy came up to me smiling. “Well, honey let me guess? You are a curious straight guy come to see how good gay life can be?”

“Wow, you hit it right on the nose! Am I that obvious? Everyone seems to be reading me like a book tonight.” I said trying my best to be flirtatious.

“Now that is cute. So are you just looking honey or are you trying to find some action?”

“Well I would really like to um… fool around but I don’t even know where to begin.”

“Oh my God, Heaven has smiled on me tonight. I do love some fresh chicken. You have a place?” This guy was the typical flamer with a capital F, he lit up the room.

“Yea, just down the street.” Chris had already rented a room at a cheap hotel just a block away. “My name is Coby.”

“I’m John. Let’s go” John looked as if he were in his early 20s. He seemed fairly proud of his body and it looked well kept. He was actually pretty hot in his tight black jeans and skintight wife beater. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, and that the pickup had been this easy.

When we got to the room he seemed to like it, although he thought the window treatment was all wrong. Yea, he was that kind of flamer. As I turned around from closing and locking the door, without missing a beat John was instantly on me. His mouth was on mine. He was pushing his tongue into my mouth. I went with it just so I could get the full experience and to my surprise I really liked it. This kadıköy escort guy was an amazing kisser and he was very aggressive, just the way I liked to kiss. His very hard crotch was grinding into mine.

After he broke the kiss, he smiled at me, “So how far do you want to go?”

After a few seconds of thought, I decided I really wanted to try this. Now that I was in the situation I figured ‘what the hell’! “I want to try everything, except being fucked. I’m not sure I’m feeling quite that experimental tonight.” I said chuckling.

His smile was huge. “I was hoping you would say that.”

His hands went straight to my crotch. He was frantically trying to gain access into my jeans. As he was getting my pants undone, I started working on him. I was amazed at how turned on I was getting by this guy. He did have a very nice body under his clothes. I was glad I had said I didn’t want him to fuck me because his cock was quite long.

As my pants dropped to the floor, so did his. He practically ripped my shirt off but he stopped just on the other side of my mouth. The shirt was still covering my eyes as he continued his assault on my mouth. It was the most erotic thing anyone had ever done with me. Leaving my shirt over my eyes he began kissing and licking all the way down my body. Not seeing what he was doing was really raising the heat in the room. John treated me to one of the best blowjobs of my life! He was amazing. He was doing this thing with his tongue… Umm… What was I saying?

After a few minutes, I pulled him off me because I wanted to try it. I pushed him onto the bed and threw my shirt off. He had this big grin on his face. As I grabbed his big cock, the first that was not my own, he just laid back, his chest heaving rhythmically. It was like the first time I’d had sex. I took John’s cock into my mouth. His taste was exquisite. “Are you sure this is the first dick you have ever sucked sweetie?” he said laughing. The soft moans and his squirming told me I was doing a good job. This made me feel even more turned on.

After a few minutes of taking as much of him into my mouth as I could, I pulled off and smiled at him, “Ok, I’m ready?”

He smiled real big, “Look in my pocket.”

In his pocket he had a few condoms and a disposable pack of lube. I chuckled at the thought that he had come so prepared. I quickly put on the condom and lubed up my shaft, I also worked some into John’s ass. My finger slid in easily, I figure he must be a regular bottom.

Then I slid my cock in. Oh my God! Now I have fucked a girl up the ass before, but this was outstanding. We were facing each other, and the expressions on his face told me he loved every inch of me. I couldn’t believe I had never tried this before. It was so hot! After awhile, I realized we were both getting close to cumming, so I moved down close to his body so I could rabbit fuck him. He moaned even louder. I put my head beside his, extended my fangs, and sunk into his neck in one quick move.

“Oh fuck! Ahhhhh!!!!!” I heard him yell.

The euphoric feeling came back, although not as strong as before. The Life that was flowing into my mouth and down my throat made the experience even better and hotter! It was like an oven in the pit of my stomach switched on. I never felt so alive! I could feel his cum spray all over both of us and I could feel my entire body pulse as the sensations drove me over the edge to the hardest orgasm of my life.

I suddenly realized that I needed to stop. If I go too far he would die from blood loss.. I figure I had drained about two pints from him. He would be weak but he would most definitely live. I licked the wound on his neck as Chris had told me and sure enough the wound healed as if it had never been there. I felt amazing. I had never felt more energized and awake in all of my life.

John was passed out, but at least he had fun. So had I, although I was just glad to see I could still cum. I had been worried about that. I felt alive. I could feel how much stronger I was as the Normal’s blood coursed through my body. If this was how I would feel after every feeding, this was going to be an interesting new life for me. I gathered my things and left the hotel room. Chris was waiting for me in the lobby.

He was smiling, “So how was it?”

I felt a bit like a kid with a new toy, I chuckled and said, “Better than sex!”

He laughed at that, “Well my boy as you can see this life has its perks. What did you do with him?”

“Well, you said I need to blend in, so I tried everything with him.”

“Well, then it was better than ordinary sex…” he said laughing.

I chuckled, “Yea, I guess so. I waited until we were about to climax to feed. It magnified the orgasm for sure. It was outstanding!”

He smiled, “You did well Coby. Come now, there is someone I must introduce you to.”

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Next:

Training

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Cory followed behind the Headmaster, frightened and anxious about his fate. And Mr. Peterson’s fate for that matter… he didn’t quite understand what was wrong or why Coach Hamilton should be able to take charge of Mr. Peterson when the Coach had sex with him just the day before.

Following the Headmaster into the office, he felt like he was in a daze as the Headmaster took his arm and walked him over to the desk. Then Cory was bent over – almost exactly as he had been in Mr. Peterson’s room, and to his shock the Headmaster pulled down his pants. Closing his eyes, he realized that the Headmaster was looking him over, and from the stickiness on his thighs he knew that Mr. Peterson’s cum was dripping out of his tight little asshole which had already closed up.

Suddenly the Headmaster’s fingers pressed against Cory’s hole, and pushed inwards… he gasped with shock. The Headmaster had very thick fingers, two of them almost the girth of Mr. Peterson’s dick… it felt painfully good and he could feel his dick starting to stir again.

“Oh yes, he fucked you good didn’t he?” The Headmaster sneered, “How many times?”

“What?” Cory gasped as the Headmaster forcefully thrust his fingers fully into Cory’s ass.

“How many times has he fucked you?” The Headmaster’s fingers started pumping in and out of Cory’s ass as he writhed a little and tried to remember.

“This was the third time, only the third time!” Cory cried out, shivering uydukent escort and blushing as his own dick starting to rise to the occasion. The Headmaster noted his reaction.

Shoving his fingers in deeply he asked, “And what else has he had you do?”

“I’ve jerked him off,” Cory gasped as the fingers inside him writhed, he was fully hard now, the head of his dick bumping against the hard wood of the Headmaster’s desk, “And sucked him, and he’s watched while Sam sucked me and today when I fucked Sam…”

He collapsed as the Headmaster’s fingers left his ass, almost shivering with relief. Everything was so strange, and happening so fast, he didn’t know at all what to think.

When he felt the thick meaty head of a dick at the entrance of his anus, he cried out in complete confusion. He felt sure that this was the reason Mr. Peterson had gotten in trouble, but now the Headmaster was gripping his hips and pushing his dick into the student’s ass. Cory groaned as he was split open, the Headmaster was much thicker around than Mr. Peterson or Coach Hamilton and he could feel his ass straining around the thick cock.

“OH GOD…” he moaned, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!”

“This is what Mr. Peterson has been doing isn’t it?” the Headmaster grunted as he shoved an inch of his cock up Cory’s ass, “I’m just making sure you really like it.”

And Cory did, he moaned as his ass stretched open, his zeytinburnu escort own dick hitting the warm wood of the Headmaster’s desk as his hips moved back and forth with the Headmaster, the thick shaft of meat slowly filling his ass. It didn’t go as deep as Mr. Peterson’s, but god did it stretch him open. He was groaning as the Headmaster pressed his upper body flat on the desk, the older man’s groin warm against Cory’s spread buttocks.

As the Headmaster began to thrust in and out of Cory’s tight ass, moaning with pleasure as he sodomized the confused student, Cory moaned with arousal. He was turned on, having been made to confess his activities with Mr. Peterson and the strange reactions of the Headmaster, as well as the thickness of the cock that was stretching him open.

“Do you like it?” the Headmaster grunted, using his hands on Cory’s hips to thrust into him brutally hard, almost knocking the breath out of the student, “Does it feel good?”

“Yes…” Cory moaned, “Oh god yes…”

Cory’s own dick was so swollen and aching, he felt like if the Headmaster would just touch his dick he’d cum immediately… he’d gotten so used to having stimulation while being fucked. Although he did remember in the shower when Coach Hamilton had taken him from behind and he’d cum without any stimulation other than the dick in his ass…

But the Headmaster, hearing Cory’s moans and affirmation, şişli escort reached around and gripped Cory’s dick tightly, his hand moving firmly towards Cory’s body just as he thrust hard into Cory’s ass. Feeling the Headmaster’s hand on him, Cory shuddered and the cum boiled up in his balls, his ass clenched down hard on the thick meat inside it, rippling as he spasmed and began to cum.

“OH! OH GOD!!!!!!” Cory thrashed in front of the Headmaster as the older man pumped his cock in and out of Cory’s ass brutally while the younger man climaxed, almost as though his thrusting dick was pushing the cum out of Cory’s body.

Just as Cory’s orgasm was starting to diminish, the Headmaster grunted and thrust forward hard, trapping Cory against the desk. The last few spurts of his own cum sprayed the side of the desk as his ass clenched around the cock that was twitching inside of it. He could feel his second load of cum that day, filling up his ass, the Headmaster’s heavy dick pulsing against his tight anal ring with every spurt.

Shuddering, Cory lay there until the Headmaster was totally finished and pulled away.

Silently Cory pulled up his pants, blushing and unsure of what was going to happen now.

Sitting down at his desk, Cory’s cum dripping down the side of it, the Headmaster smiled at him, “We have a special class that I’d like you to join us at tomorrow Cory. It’s a kind of study center for some of our students, just come to this room at the time when you usually meet with Mr. Peterson.”

Handing Cory a card with the room number on it, the Headmaster looked down at his paperwork, obviously done with the student. Uncertainly Cory backed away and then hurried out the door, he didn’t know how he felt about the entire afternoon.

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Vorwort:

Liebe Leserinnen und Leser,

Danke für Eure Votings, Kommentare sowie Vorschläge für eine Fortsetzung. Elemente aus mehreren Vorschlägen habe ich umgesetzt. Wichtig ist mir dabei, dass die Geschichte immer noch realistisch und dadurch — wie ich finde — sehr erotisch bleibt.

Alle sexuell handelnden Personen sind mindestens 18 Jahre alt und die Geschichte erfunden.

Mit Ausnahme des Lesens in Literotica ist jegliche andere Nutzung, Vervielfältigung und Verwertung meiner Geschichten ohne meine ausdrückliche vorherige schriftliche Einwilligung untersagt.

Euer Maerchenerzaehler

TEIL 4: ENKELIN MUSS SICH BEI GROSSELTERN ERST EINGEWÖHNEN (aus Sicht des Großvaters)

I. Was bisher geschah:

Im 1. und 2. Teil der Serie verbrachte der 57 Jahre alte Großvater, der auch Schuldirektor ist, auf einer Klassenfahrt eine leidenschaftliche Nacht mit seiner 18 Jahre jungen Schülerin Isabella.

Im 3. Teil besuchte die hübsche 18 jährige Anastasia ihre Großeltern und belauschte deren nächtlichen Liebesakt. Von eindeutigen Geräuschen angelockt, wagte sich das Mädchen in den Flur vor die halb geöffnete Schlafzimmertür von Oma und Opa.

Die Enkelin sah im Halbdunkel Umrisse des Treibens im Ehebett und wurde so erregt, dass sie sich vergaß und ihr Großvater sie im Türrahmen stehen sah … und genau hier geht die Geschichte weiter …

II. Kapitel 20: Beobachtet

Ich glaubte meinen alten Augen nicht zu trauen: stand da doch tatsächlich meine Enkeltochter in der halb geöffneten Tür meines Schlafzimmers! Und dabei hatte sie ihre rechte Hand in ihrer Pyjama-Hose vergraben und starrte gebannt auf das, was ich mit ihrer Oma hier auf dem Bett trieb.

Im ersten Moment war ich so überrascht, dass ich sogar meine Stoßbewegungen in das Vötzchen meiner Frau unterbrach. Mit dem Anblick meiner Enkelin hatte ich jetzt wirklich nicht gerechnet. Dachte ich doch, die Kleine schläft schon fest, so oft hatte sie am Abend gegähnt und auch ansonsten sehr müde gewirkt.

Aber sieh einer an: das junge Ding ist doch aufgeweckter, als ich vermutete, schmunzelte ich. Die kann es offensichtlich ja gar nicht abwarten, zuzuschauen, wie ich die Oma hernehme. Und dabei reibt sich meine Enkelin noch ihr kleines Vötzchen … so was auch …., grinste ich.

Während mir all diese Gedanken sofort in den Sinn kamen und ich starr hinter dem Po, den mir meine Frau Andrea einladend hinstreckte, kniete, sah ich umrisshaft, wie sich der Arm des Mädchens, der in ihrer Hose steckte, auf einmal nicht mehr bewegte.

Aufgrund der schwachen Beleuchtung konnte ich leider nicht ihre Gesichtszüge oder gar ihre Augen erkennen. Doch dies war auf einmal gar nicht mehr nötig: Hastig drehte sie sich von mir weg und verschwand fluchtartig aus dem Türrahmen in die Dunkelheit des Flures, der von ihrem Zimmer zu meinem Schlafzimmer führt.

Jetzt ging mein Blick in die Leere zwischen den Türblättern. Und während ich noch an dieses junge Geschöpf dachte, meldete sich just eine andere Frau zu Wort:

„Jochen, zieh’ es doch bitte nicht noch raus, Du machst es doch schon solange mit mir” jammerte meine Ehefrau etwas kleinlaut.

Andrea hatte nichts von unserer Zuschauerin bemerkt. Konnte sie auch nicht: Da sie sich in der Hündchen-Stellung befand, war ihr Blick nach unten auf das Kopfteil der Matratze gerichtet. Ich dagegen kniete hinter ihr auf dem hinteren Teil des Ehebettes und konnte deshalb in den Türrahmen schauen.

Nun war ich mit meinen Gedanken zu dem zurückgekehrt, was ich tat, bevor ich meine Enkelin in der Schlafzimmertür erspähte. Sofort drückte ich mein Becken mit einem heftigen Ruck den Po-Backen meiner Frau entgegen.

„OOHH Joochen” stöhnte diese sogleich auf. Mein Schwanz steckte jetzt tief in ihrer Möse drin, kein Millimeter passte mehr zwischen meine Schamhaare und ihre nackten Backen.

In dem schummrigen Licht des Schlafzimmers betrachtete ich meine vor mir kniende Frau: trotz ihrer 56 Jahre war sie noch attraktiv, war schlank und hatte eine gute Figur.

Während mein steifer Pimmel bewegungslos in ihrem Vötzchen steckte, streichelte ich meine Frau an ihren schlanken Hüften. Danach ließ ich meine Hände an ihrer Unterseite über ihren flachen Bauch zu ihren Brüsten gleiten. Mein Oberkörper folgte dieser Bewegung und so lag mein Bauch auf ihrem Rücken auf.

Wie reife Früchte eines Baumes hingen ihre Busen in der Hündchenstellung nach unten und ich griff nicht grob, aber doch beherzt zu. Ihre Brüste waren etwas größer als „eine Hand voll”, wie man(n) so schön sagt. Und nun schmiegten sich meine knochigen Hände an das weiche Fleisch ihrer Busen und ersetzten quasi ihren BH.

„Jooochen” stöhnte meine Frau gleich auf, denn ich wusste ja, dass sie es mochte, wenn ich ihre Brüste in meine Hände nahm und etwas drückte. Im Bett war Andrea — anders als sonst — eher devot und genoss es, in gewissem Maße von mir dominiert zu werden.

In dieser Position klebten die Vorderseiten meine Oberschenkel geradezu an den Rückseiten ihrer Ankara escort Schenkel. Mein Becken war an ihre Backen gepresst, mein Bauch lag auf ihrem Rücken auf und meine Hände kneteten bestimmt, aber nicht zu grob ihre Brüste. Alles fühlte sich für mich so innig, so nahe … und so geil an!

Also begann ich, eng über meine Frau gebeugt, wieder mit den Stoßbewegungen meines steifen Schwanzes. Und wie hart er war, ich konnte es spüren, wie steinhart es sich anfühlte. Wie musste es für Andre erst in ihrem feuchten Vötzchen sein?

„OOOHH” beantwortete diese laut stöhnend meine nicht gestellte Frage umgehend und ich begann, mit schnellem Takt in sie hinein zu stoßen. Dabei klatschten meine Hoden immer wieder gegen den Unterleib meiner Frau, was dieser gefiel, wie ich wusste.

Diese ruckartigen Stoßbewegungen waren eine Wohltat für uns beide. Wenn ich meine Frau von hinten pfählte, dann war es so, als wenn sich mein Schwanz unaufhaltsam den Weg durch dieses glitschige Loch zwischen ihren Beinen bahnte.

Als jüngerer Mann hatte ich mich gefragt, ob ältere Menschen noch Sex haben und wie es denn für den Mann ist, mit einer Frau jenseits der 50 zu schlafen. Letzteres konnte ich mir nicht vorstellen, da mir schon immer junge Frauen oder Mädchen, letztere aber im rechtlich „erlaubten Alter”, gefielen — und eben gerade nicht „so alte Frauen”.

Aber: einem 30 Jährigen erscheint eine 56 Jährige zwar alt, einem 57 Jährigen wie mir aber nicht. Zudem: Auch in meinem Alter will ich noch Sex, will abspritzen und wenn ich dann keine Junge mehr bekommen kann, dann treibe ich es eben auch mit meiner eigenen Frau.

Wobei ich gerade diese Woche die hübsche und erst 18 Jahre junge Isabella hergenommen hatte … das war ein Fest gewesen mit dem jungen Ding, dachte ich bei mir.

Voller Freude und auch Stolz darüber., für so ein junges schönes Mädchen noch attraktiv zu sein — in meinem Alter! — wurde ich noch erregter, als ich ohnehin schon war. Also hämmerte ich geradezu meinen steifen Pimmel in das glitschige Vötzchen meiner Frau. „OOOH” stöhnte diese unentwegt — die schnellen Bewegungen mochte sie besonders.

So keuchten wir beide ausgelassen und ohne Rücksicht auf eine etwaige Zuhörerin noch ein oder zwei Minuten. Das hört sich vielleicht nicht lange an — ist es aber, wenn in dieser Zeit schnell und ohne eine Pause sein Becken gegen die Backen der Frau stößt. Dabei war mir klar, dass meine neugierige kleine Enkeltochter unsere Geräusche in ihrem Gästezimmer hören musste — so laut waren Andrea und ich. Ich begann schon zu schwitzen von dem heftigen Zustoßen und das Bett knarrte rhythmisch und laut im Takt meiner Stöße.

„AAAAHH, ich koooomme, AAAHH” öffnete ich meinen Mund und stöhnte laut auf. Und während ich schnell atmete vor Erregung, blieben unsere beiden Leiber starr an einander gepresst.

Tat das guuut, als ich spürte, wie mein Alt-Herren-Saft aus meinen Eiern hoch gepumpt wurde, sich den Weg durch meinen steifen Pimmel bahnte und dann erlösend aus meiner Eichel spritzte — wie schööööön!

Mein unkontrolliert zuckender Schwanz entlud sich Schub für Schub in der ohnehin schon klatschnassen Feuchtigkeit der Möse meiner Frau.

Nachdem mein steifer Pimmel ausgetropft und allen Samen versprüht hatte, entzog sich Andrea ihm, indem sie sich von der Hündchenstellung auf den Bauch legte unter mir. Ich dagegen kniete mit immer noch steifem Schwanz auf dem Bett, noch keuchend von den schnellen Stößen zuvor und dem schönen Orgasmus.

„Oh, Jochen, ich laufe wieder über von deinem Samen, es tropft auf das Bett. Dabei haben wir doch erst vor vier Tagen” meinte Andrea etwas jammernd.

Etwas außer Atem und mit einem hörbaren Lächeln antwortete ich: „Das waren eben ein paar Tage zuviel ohne Sex.”

„Jochen, ich geh’ jetzt ins Bad und wasch mir zwischen den Schenkeln wieder deinen Samen aus. Er läuft mir doch schon wieder die Schenkel runter. Bei Kondomen passiert das nicht.”

„Andrea, mit den Überziehern macht es doch keinen Spaß und jetzt, in unserem Alter, da kann ich doch beruhigt in dich reinspritzen. So, wie es natürlich ist.”

„Das kann auch nur ein Mann sagen. Für mich ist es in Ordnung mit Kondom, nur du willst nicht” meinte sie und erhob sich von dem Bett, um ins Bad zu gehen.

Ich drehte mich um und ließ mich zufrieden rücklings aufs Bett fallen. Stolz betrachtete ich meinen immer noch abstehenden Schwanz. Die soll sich nicht so anstellen, dachte ich über meine Frau, die junge Isabella hat es vor ein paar Tagen auch nicht getan, als ich sie vollgespritzt hab’ in jener Nacht.

Mit einem Grinsen und tiefer innerer Zufriedenheit sah ich wieder auf die Tür, die meine Frau geschlossen hatte. Die Tür, in der vor wenigen Minuten noch meine junge Enkeltochter stand und spannte … Vielleicht werde ich mit meiner Enkelin ja auch noch etwas Schönes erleben, dachte ich bei mir, Und mit diesem schönen Gedanken schlief ich dann so nackt wie ich war ein.

II. Kapitel 21: Der nächste Morgen

Gut Escort Ankara gelaunt betrat ich das Esszimmer. Meine Frau und meine Enkelin saßen schon am Tisch und hatten zu Essen begonnen. Ich ging zuerst zu meiner Frau: „Guten Morgen, Schatz” und beugte mich zu ihr hinunter, um ihr einen Kuss auf ihre Lippen zu geben.

Als ich mich wieder aufrichtete, sah ich, dass Anastasia das und mich genau beobachtet hatte. Eigentlich hatte sie mich gründlich gemustert, fiel mir auf. Ich trug nur meine kurzen Shorts und ein hellblaues T-Shirt, das meinen braunen Teint noch besser zur Geltung brachte.

Als nächstes ging ich barfuss zu meiner Enkelin und streichelte ihr zärtlich über ihr schönes Köpfchen: „Guten Morgen, Kleines.” An ihrer Reaktion merkte ich ihre Unsicherheit. Mit dem Blick eines geschlagenen Hundes sah sie mich schuldbewusst an und brachte ein kleinlautes „Guten Morgen Opa” heraus. Ansonsten war das Mädchen in den Gesprächen mit mir alles andere als gehemmt, sie erzählte frisch und frei von der Leber weg. Aber nicht jetzt.

Mir war sofort klar, woran das lag: gestern Nacht, ich hatte sie beim Spannen erwischt. Auch, wenn ich mir es nicht anmerken ließ, grinste ich innerlich von einem Ohr zum anderen.

Nachdem ich an meinem Platz, dem Kopfende, saß, begann ich genüsslich zu frühstücken: ja, vögeln macht hungrig, dachte ich mir. Dabei fiel mir auf, dass meine Enkelin kaum etwas aß und auch nicht versuchte, mit mir ein Gespräch zu beginnen. Was sie sonst immer tat, wenn sie eine Gelegenheit dazu bekam.

Also begann ich das Gespräch. Und es war kein blabla, sondern … zielgerichtet. Ich wollte etwas herausfinden. Und das unerfahrene Mädchen an meinem Tisch würde mich in ihr lesen lassen wie in einem offenen Buch. Schließlich hatte ich als Schuldirektor jahrzehntelange Erfahrung im Umgang mit den kleinen Gören.

„Hast du gut geschlafen? Die Oma war sich nicht sicher, aber ich meinte, du warst todmüde gestern” fragte ich meine Enkelin.

Sofort zuckte das Mädchen zusammen. Dabei war die Frage doch belanglos, oder? Mit versteinertem Blick sah sie erst mich und dann die Oma an. Und dann wieder mich. Ich sah an ihrem schlanken Hals, wie sie schlucken musste. „Ja, Opa” antwortete sie kurz und ganz leise. Ich hatte verstanden, dass Anastasia verstanden hatte, dass dies für sie die einzig richtige Antwort war.

Aber das war mir noch nicht genug: „War das Bett schön weich? Hast du die Nacht durchgeschlafen?”

Mit aufgerissenen und fragenden Augen sah mich meine Enkelin inständig an: warum fragst du mich das, Opa, du kennst doch die Antwort, war ihre gleichsam stumme wie flehende Frage. Und wieder musste das Mädchen schlucken. Dann wendete sie den Blick fluchtartig auf ihren Teller, weil sie mir nicht mehr in die Augen schauen konnte, sie hielt es nicht mehr aus.

Ich sah, dass vor ihr ein halbe Brötchen lag, an dem sie scheinbar schon seit Beginn des Frühstücks lustlos herum knabberte. Nun beantwortete sie mir im Flüsterton meine zuvor gestellte Frage: „Ja, Opa. Danke für das schöne Zimmer.”

Doch ich ließ nicht locker. „Kleines, meinst Du mit dem „ja”, dass das Bett schön weich war oder dass du durchgeschlafen hast? Könnt ihr jungen Leute auch mal ganze Sätze formulieren” wurde ich sogar etwas vorwurfsvoll.

Wieder schluckte meine Enkelin, ich konnte sehen, wie meine Fragen ihr buchstäblich die Kehle zuschnürten. Da musst du jetzt durch, dachte ich bei mir, du kleine Spannerin. Sie seufzte kurz auf und flüsterte mit starrem Blick auf ihren Teller: „Das Bett ist toll und ja, ich habe durchgeschlafen bis heute früh, Opa.”

Kurz darauf erhob meine Enkelin ganz kurz ihren Kopf, sah erst ihre Oma und dann mich an: „Ich gehe jetzt auf mein Zimmer.”

„Halt, junges Fräulein” bot ich ihr Einhalt. „Dein Teller ist nicht leer gegessen und wir sind noch nicht mit dem Frühstück fertig. Bei deinen Eltern mag das anders sein, aber bei uns alten Leuten herrscht hier noch Ordnung. Es wird erst aufgestanden, wenn alle fertig sind” sagte ich mit einem dominanten, aber — noch — nicht verärgerten Ton in meiner sonoren Stimme.

Das Mädchen zuckte sofort zusammen und sah mich unterwürfig an: „Entschuldige, bitte, Opa. Wie du es willst” war ihre gehorsame Antwort.

Zufrieden kauend meinte ich zu meiner Frau: „Siehst du, ich hab dir doch gesagt, die Kleine hat nichts gehört gestern Nacht.”

Kaum hatte ich den Satz beendet, sah ich, wie meine kleine Enkeltochter erneut zusammenzuckte und fluchtartig wieder vor sich auf ihren Teller starrte, dessen Inhalt einfach nicht abnehmen wollte.

Andrea verstand meinen Wink ebenfalls und wollte verhindern, dass ich noch deutlicher wurde. Denn das wäre ihr peinlich, wie ich wusste. Selbst gegenüber unserer Enkelin, von der sie nichts hielt.

Mir wäre es nicht peinlich, denn Sex ist etwas ganz normales und in einer Familie sollte es kein Problem sein, diese eindeutigen Geräusche von anderen Familienmitgliedern zu hören. Solange man(n) — also ich — auch selbst Escort Bayan guten Sex hat, dachte ich mir.

Also wechselte meine Frau blitzschnell das Thema: „Jochen, der Gartenzaun muss gestrichen werden. Und heute ist so herrliches Wetter. Während ich hier im Haus aufräume, könntest Du das bitte machen heute?”

Zu meiner Enkelin gewandt fragte ich: „Willst Du der Oma oder mir zur Hand gehen?” Doch bevor sie antworten konnte, preschte meine Frau vor: „Für die habe ich heute im Haus Verwendung. Das ist körperlich anstrengende Arbeit. So ein junges Ding kommt mir da gerade recht.”

Bei dem Ausspruch musste ich innerlich schon wieder grinsen: ja, so ein junges Ding kommt mir als 57 Jahre altem Mann immer recht. Und in dieser Woche hatte ich es ja auf der Klassenfahrt mit meiner 18 jährigen Schülerin Isabella auf dem Zimmer der Pension getrieben — was eine Nacht das war, dachte ich zufrieden daran zurück.

Verzweifelt sah meine Enkelin erst zu ihrer Oma und dann zu mir: „Ja, Oma, ich helfe dir.”

Gesagt, getan. Bevor ich in den Garten ging, hörte ich, wie meine Frau unserer Enkeltochter Anweisungen über Anweisungen gab, was diese wie zutun hatte. Ich grinste und dachte, lass die zwei ‘mal machen. Anastasia würde sich sehr anstrengen müssen, um den Erwartungen ihrer Oma gerecht zu werden. Und es musste schon sehr viel passieren, dass meine Frau das „Rumänen-Mädchen”, wie sie Anastasia unter uns beiden nannte, nicht kritisieren würde.

II. Kapitel 22: Gartenarbeit

Die Mittagssonne stand hoch am Himmel. Wir hatten über 30 Grad und ich arbeitete seit dem Frühstück an dem Gartenzaun. Mein T-Shirt hatte ich längst ausgezogen und trug nur noch meine blauen Shorts.

Aus allen Poren schwitzte ich. Schweißbedeckt glänzte mein gebräunter Körper in der Sonne, als ich Schritte auf mich zukommen hörte. Dankbar um jede Abwechselung von dieser eintönigen Arbeit erhob ich mich von der gebückten Haltung des Streichens des Zauns und sah meine Enkelin mit einem großen Glas Wasser in den Händen auf mich zukommen.

Ihre dunkelgrünen Shorts lagen eng an ihren schlanken und leicht gebräunten Oberschenkeln an und gaben ihre grazilen nackten Beine bis zu ihren zierlichen Füßchen meinem Blicken preis.

Ihr graues T-Shirt wölbte sich — für meine alten Männeraugen wohltuend — über ihre zwei Hügel. Da ihre Brüste bei den einzelnen Schritten des Mädchens frei wippten, trug sie wohl keinen BH. So war jeder Schritt von ihr begleitet von dem Schaukeln ihrer Busen unter ihrem Shirt.

Ihre langen Haare hatte sie über ihre linke Schulter gelegt, während sie sich mir barfuss mit kleinen Schrittchen — wegen des vollen Wasserglases — näherte. Sie hatte so einen anmutigen Gang. Was für eine sinnliche mädchenhafte Erscheinung sie doch war — besonders aus der Sicht eines alten Mannes wie mir.

Meine Enkelin schien nicht glücklich zu sein, denn ihr Gesicht sah weinerlich aus. Schweigend ging sie mit ihren kleinen Schrittchen über das kurz gemähte Gras auf mich zu. Ich sagte ebenfalls nichts und ließ alles — im wahrsten Sinne des Wortes — auf mich zukommen.

Als Anastasia kurz vor mir zum Stehen kam, schluckte sie betreten. Seit gestern Nacht wusste sie nicht mehr, wie sie sich mir gegenüber verhalten sollte. Besonders nach dem heutigen Frühstück. Sonst sprudelten ihr die Worte vor Freude aus ihr heraus, wenn wir uns trafen, sei es auch nur am Telefon.

Ich war ja kein Unmensch und fragte mit ruhiger, warmer und verständnisvoller Stimmlage: „So schlimm mit der Oma?” Meine Enkelin brachte noch immer keinen Ton heraus und nickte nur. Ich sah an ihren Gesichtszügen, dass sie mit ihrer Fassung kämpfte und den Tränen nahe war.

„Machst es ihr nicht recht, Kleines?” fragte ich mit sanfter Stimme. Erst abwartend, dann aber leise ihre schönen sinnlichen Lippen formend brachte sie erkennbar mühevoll ein „Überhaupt nicht, Opa” heraus.

Mit stockender Stimme ergänzte sie, während sie gerade dabei war, den Kampf mit ihrer Beherrschung zu verlieren: „Dabei … bemühe ich mich doch so, Opa” schluchzte sie leise und sah mir beschämt in die Augen.

Ich sah in ihre schon wässrigen Augen und mir war klar, dass sie nur einen Hauch davon entfernt war, jetzt in Tränen auszubrechen.

„Ich würde Dich ja gerne in den Arm nehmen, Kleines, aber ich bin ganz verschwitzt, wie du siehst. Ich weiß, dass die Oma manchmal sehr hart sein kann. Mir gegenüber nicht, aber gegenüber manchen anderen schon.”

Mit schon flehendem Blick sah mich meine Enkeltochter an: „Das macht doch gar nichts, dass du verschwitzt bist, Opa.”

Mit der Antwort hatte ich nicht gerechnet, denn mein ganzer Oberkörper war von einem Schweißfilm überzogen und von meinen Kopf rann immer wieder neuer Schweiß über meinen leicht behaarten Alt-Herren-Oberkörper herunter.

Ich sah an dem schönen Köpfchen meiner Enkelin vorbei zu unserem Haus und — wie ich es erwartet hatte — erkannte ich die Umrisse eines Menschen hinter dem großen Wohnzimmerfenster.

„Kleines, jetzt nicht umdrehen. Die Oma beobachtet uns und wenn sie sieht, dass ich gut zu dir bin, wird sie noch schlechter auf dich zu sprechen sein als bisher. Deshalb reichst du mir jetzt das Glas und dann folgst du mir zu dem Schuppen, in dem noch Farbe steht. Den Schuppen kann die Oma vom Haus aus nicht einsehen.”

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The final class of the day had ended and it was almost time for basketball practice. Tess was on her way to the locker room when she ran into her sophomore classmate, Vic, on the quad. Vic was on the shorter side for a basketball player, but she had a well-built lower body and quick feet and seemed to always be able to get a look in the paint.

They chatted a little bit about practice as they walked to the gym. It was Thursday, which meant they would be doing a lower lift for practice. Tess wasn’t a huge fan of leg days but she knew they helped to keep her from getting injured and she never hated watching the other girls do squats.

When they got to the locker room, Tessa slung off her backpack and unzipped it to grab her workout clothes. They weren’t there. Panic gripped her as she felt around the pack in a vain attempt to find what she now clearly recalled she had forgotten to pack.

“I forgot my shorts!” She whispered to Vic, who’s locker was right next to Tessa’s.

“Shit,” Vic whispered back. “I have an extra top, but only one pair of shorts! What are you gonna do?”

Tessa wasn’t sure. It was too late to run back to the house to get a new pair, and she knew the rest of the team wouldn’t let her off the hook for practice. Maybe if the coach had been there, but Thursdays were team-run so she was at the mercy of the other girls.

She pondered her options as she went to the toilet to pee. She glanced up at the bathroom door as she pushed it open and saw a note taped to the door saying that the plumbing in the building was shut down for maintenance and the bathrooms wouldn’t be usable for a few hours.

“This really isn’t my day,” Tessa muttered to herself. At least she wouldn’t be in this particular pickle alone. Coach put a premium on hydration, so all the other girls would have to pee as well.

When she got back to the locker room, everyone else was there. She told everyone the bad news about the bathrooms and then made her way over to Marnie, the team captain. Tessa ruefully explained that she had forgotten her shorts and asked Marnie what she should do. Marnie looked a little annoyed at first. She took her responsibilities as captain seriously and always wanted to get the most out of everyone on workout days and she already had to deal with the bathroom issue.

“Well,” she said shortly. “You’ll just have to workout bottomless, I guess.”

“Umm…” said Tessa. “That seems a little extreme, doesn’t it?”

At first, Marnie had thought she had been joking, but the more she thought about it, the more she felt like it was the best move.

“Look,” she said. “We have a private gym and Coach is out today. No one who’s not on the team is going to see you. Everyone who is on the team has seen you naked a hundred times so that’s fine. You have a top, right? We wouldn’t want any nips to get pinched by weights.”

It seemed pretty ridiculous to Tessa at first blush. She’d just be there working out in the buff while everyone else looked on? As she continued to consider, she realized that the idea was starting to sound better the more she thought about it. She knew she had a great butt and legs and she had just shaved everything that morning so she didn’t have anything to be mortified about from a grooming perspective… She could own it, she decided. Plus, it would be interesting to see how the rest of the team reacted. She knew for a fact that the whole squad was decidedly on the horny side, but this might be an opportunity to see where individual tastes lied.

“Ok, fair enough,” she said to Marnie, “Just make sure those doors are locked! This show is club members only”

“Thanks for rolling with the punches,” said Marnie, turning back to her locker. “Now let’s just try ataşehir escort to get through this workout before all of our bladders explode…”

Tessa went back to her locker and pulled off her pants. She hesitated for a minute, then took her underwear off as well. She didn’t have an extra pair, and didn’t feel like wearing a sweaty thong all the way home.

“So what’s the plan?” Asked Vic, “someone have an extra pair?”

“Nope,” said Tessa. “Marnie said to just go like this. She’s in one of her no-nonsense moods, so I’m just going with it. Nothing you guys haven’t seen, huh? Also, I’ll still take that extra top if you’re offering.”

“Well ok then!” Vic smiled as she handed over the athletic-wear crop top, “finally a good reason to not skip leg day!”

Marnie explained the situation to the team who were mildly scandalized but mostly too preoccupied with their bladder situations to get overly worked up. Tessa pulled on the top and then sat on the bench to lace up her white Brooks running shoes. She stood up to a few cat calls from the peanut gallery and a few more silently lingering stares and felt surprisingly powerful. Tessa wasn’t one to go out of her way to get attention, but she was enjoying her moment in the spotlight. She was even getting excited about the lower lift, wondering what a little pump and sweat would do for her silent admirers.

Vic casually slid in behind Tessa as the team made their way to the squat racks and subtly took in her friend’s outfit. She felt a twinge of arousal start to grow alongside her, also growing, need to pee. Something about the combination of sneakers with low-cut socks rising up to absolutely nothing before returning to a normal athletic top was really doing it for her. She’d seen Tessa naked a billion times, but this contextualization of her friend’s legs and butt was shedding a sensual new light. Vic felt surprisingly close to the edge of control, “Of a few things…” she thought, her mind slipping briefly back to her bladder; looking around, she could tell that she wasn’t the only one getting worked up.

Vic and Tessa partnered up as usual to go through their warm up stretches. They stretched out their calves, quads and hamstrings as Vic admired Tessa from a whole new set of angles. There was a noted shift in direction of the pairs of girls toward the lodestone that was Tessa and Vic. By now, Vic had all but given in to her libido and was taking every opportunity she could to be a good and attentive stretching partner.

“Here, let me help you stretch your glutes.” Said Vic, with a sly smile.

“Please do,” responded Tessa, who was also beginning to give in to her arousal which, at this point, was the only thing that could take her mind off having to pee.

Tessa laid on her back on the floor and pulled one knee up to her chest while Vic knelt down between her legs and began to gently push on her friend’s leg. Vic was conscious of how close her thigh was to Tessa’s naked pussy and unable to resist temptation, pushed her knee forward until she could feel Tessa’s slippery warmth against her bare skin. They both let out a low gasp and Tessa grinned up at Vic.

“I’m really tight today. You may have to do that for a while.”

“I can go all day,” Vic winked back, pressing her thigh harder into Tessa’s pussy.

By now, the heat of the room and the stretching was causing the girls to start to sweat and Vic, looking at the beads of sweat starting to form on the underside of Tessa’s thigh felt a surprisingly strong urge to lick them. She resisted for the time being and they wrapped up their warmup, getting ready to move on to squats.

During the stretching, the rest of the team had been all but mesmerized with escort ataşehir the two girls but the staring abated a little as everyone moved onto the racks and were forced to focus on their own activity.

-squats

Tessa went first. They loaded up the weights and Vic moved around behind her to enjoy the show. She gasped as Tessa went into her first squat, her butt cheeks slowly parting just enough to reveal a glimpse of her butthole. As she went through her set, sweat continued to bead and then run down the cleft of her rear, sliding past her anus and forming drops on her labia. As she squatted down into her last rep, Vic saw a drop fall with a tiny splash to the floor.

This was too much for Vic. She peeled her pants off over her own sweaty thighs as Tessa re-racked the weights. As soon as Tessa turned around, Vic got down on her knees and gently grasped her friend by the calf. Slowly, she tracked her tongue up Tessa’s leg, following the line left by a drop of perspiration, until she reached her pussy. She moaned into Tessa’s labia as the salty droplets of sweat hit her tongue.

Tessa groaned, almost collapsing from the combination of the lift and the feeling of Vic’s tongue on her pussy. She gripped the frame of the squat rack to keep her balance and lifted her eyes to see the room full of girls staring at her and Vic with open lust. Slowly, all the girls followed Vic’s lead and pulled off their bottoms, leaving on their sports bras and shoes.

Marnie was as horny as the rest of the team, but even in her advanced state of lust, she still felt the need to usher the pairs to switch out partners so that the lift, now fully bottomless, could continue. Vic took her turn with the weights, and Tessa was reminded how much she enjoyed watching her do squats. She couldn’t help touching herself as Vic’s cheeks spread wide with every squat, glistening muscles contracting every time she rose.

As lust consumed the room, pairs of partners began to get creative with their positions, striving to satisfy their lust while maintaining some semblance of a workout under the watchful eye of Marnie. Claire and Lucy continued to squat with one of them spotting the other by laying on the floor and guiding the others pussy to their mouth, holding the position as long as possible. Tiff and Jaz were taking turns in downward dog, while the other girl’s tongue circled the yogi’s asshole. Marnie and Mel were doing wall-sits with hands on each others’ pussies, gently toying while their thighs quivered.

Tessa and Vic continued to work out as well. Taking turns exercising while one slowly licked sweat off the other’s body. Tessa was in the midst of a deep lunge, her front leg up on a box with Vic’s mouth open around her sex when her need to pee suddenly resurfaced with a vengeance. The urge was overwhelming, and although she tried to resist, she felt a tiny trickle escape her body.

Vic stiffened as the new taste hit her tongue. It was warm, but thanks to Coach’s hydration policy, not nearly as salty as Tessa’s sweat had been. It mostly tasted like warm water with a tiny hint of salt. Vic loved it. She wanted more, and she thought, this has the added bonus of, at least temporarily, solving our bathroom issue.

Vic looked up and met Tessa’s eyes. She gripped her buttocks and couldn’t help letting her middle finger press against Tessa’s sweaty asshole. Keeping her finger there, she moved her other hand around and gently pressed down on Tessa’s belly. Tessa’s eyes widened as she understood what Vic wanted. She raised her brows questioningly and Vic nodded enthusiastically, mouth still locked on Tessa’s pussy.

Tessa didn’t need to be told twice. She relaxed her bladder and closed her eyes ataşehir escort bayan as her pee began to fill Vic’s mouth. The combination of relieving her bladder with the burning arousal in her loins was nirvana. Tessa shuddered and moaned deep in her throat, opening her eyes again to watch as her best friend started to drink her body’s water. Vic felt the hot piss fill her mouth and began to gulp it down as fast as she could, her throat muscles working quickly to accommodate the steady stream of pee.

Tessa glanced around the room, enjoying the sensation of peeing directly into Vic’s mouth and trying to control her stream so Vic didn’t drown. Nobody seemed to notice what they were doing which turned Tessa on even more. She reached down and pulled Vic’s face into her as the last of her urine trickled into Vic’s mouth.

Her stomach now very full, Vic finished working two fingers into Tessa’s ass and was gently moving them as she started to flick her tongue over the other girl’s clit. Tessa groaned and gripped Vic’s hair as she felt her orgasm quickly building.She moved her other hand behind her thigh to grab Vic’s wrist, pulling her fingers as far as she could into her asshole. Tessa rocked back and forth, riding Vic’s fingers and tongue as her orgasm washed over. She writhed there for what felt like an eternity, finally collapsing out of her lunge to fall next to Vic on the floor.

Tessa was in bliss. She had relieved her bladder and had one of the best orgasms of her life at basically the same time. She lay, completely relaxed, in a pile on the floor as Vic hauled herself up to continue her workout.

“What should I do next?” Vic asked Tessa, scanning the weight room as the rest of the girls writhed in various stages of sexual abandon.

“The leg press machine seems like it could be a good next exercise. It would give me a good position to return the favor,” Tess smiled as she got up and helped her friend get into position on the machine with her legs pressing up into the block and her back flat on the floor. Tessa positioned her mouth between Vic’s legs as she started to gently push the weights up and down.

Vic barely waited until Tessa’s mouth was covering her vagina before letting her piss start to trickle into her partner’s mouth. She moaned at the feeling of relief as she craned her neck up to watch as the other girl happily drank her urine. Vic wanted to wait until after she came to let Tessa drink the last of her pee, the thought of slowly pissing into her friend’s mouth as she came down from her orgasm almost made her come right then. She stopped peeing and reached both her hands down and spread herself open. Tessa took the invitation and started to eat her friend’s pussy like her life depended on it, bringing her hands up to slide two fingers from each into Vic’s pussy and asshole. She pumped slowly in and out as she steadily ate the other girl’s clit.

Vic let the weight press her legs fully into her chest and allowed the pleasure to wash over her. Her orgasm rose up from the depths of her stomach and washed over her in pulsating waves of ecstasy. She cried out and pushed herself onto her friend’s hands over and over again, cumming and cumming for two full minutes. Finally her orgasm started to subside, her mind clearing of the fog of pleasure as she remembered her plan.

Tessa was still slowly running her tongue over the folds of Vic’s labia when she noticed the stream starting to pick up again. She laughed up at Vic and clamped her mouth over her friend’s pussy once again, reaching down and lightly touching herself as she drank down the last of the girl’s clear piss.

Vic swung her legs off the machine and they both lay there, gently dozing in their post-orgasm rapture, listening to the sighing, moaning and gentle gulping (it seemed like some of the other girls had come up with the same idea as they had) of their teammates around them. They got up after a long while and headed to the showers, hoping the water was back on and both having to pee once again.

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The apartment felt unfamiliar now, like it had shifted ever so slightly out of alignment. Julia had finished unpacking a few hours ago, but her presence lingered in every room, in the faint scent of her shampoo drifting down the hallway, in the sound of her deep, steady footsteps, in the way her things somehow made the space feel smaller. Ryan sat on the edge of the couch, trying to watch something forgettable on TV, but his mind kept circling back to her. He couldn’t decide what bothered him more: how much he admired her, or how much she intimidated him. She was confident, composed, effortlessly physical in a way he had never been. He respected it, envied it, but there was something about standing next to her that made his skin buzz with discomfort. She didn’t have to do anything to make him feel small. She just existed, and that was enough. And deep down, beneath the awkwardness and unease, was a question he didn’t want to face: Was he afraid of her… or drawn to her?

The moving truck was gone and the last of the boxes sat stacked in the corner of Julia’s room room. Ryan moved to the kitchen, pretending to dry a glass he’d already wiped down twice. He could hear her moving through the hall, her footsteps deliberate and heavy. Each one felt like a subtle reminder that she was here now, and that nothing in his apartment was quite his anymore. When she walked in, he couldn’t help but stare.

Julia was… huge. There was no delicate way to put it. She filled the narrow doorway with ease, her broad shoulders wrapped in a tight tank top that exposed her deep cleavage and impressive muscles. Her arms were thick and defined. Her biceps flexed slightly as she brushed her damp hair back over one shoulder. Her shorts were loose, but still rode high on thick, powerful thighs that moved with effortless confidence. Even barefoot, she dwarfed him. She must’ve been at least 6’3″. Ryan barely made it to her shoulder.

She glanced at the fridge, popped it open, and frowned. “You always keep the fridge this empty?”

Ryan’s voice caught in his throat for a second. “I usually eat out. After work, I mean.”

She didn’t respond. Just grabbed a can of something and shut the fridge with her hip. Then, without warning, she stepped right up beside him, closer than he expected, and leaned over him to open the cabinet above the sink. Her arm brushed his shoulder as she reached up, and he flinched instinctively.

She didn’t even notice. Her body loomed over his, her torso angled just enough that her breasts almost pressed against the side of his face. The scent of shampoo, coconut and honey, hit him all at once. From this close, he could see the muscles flexing under her skin as she stretched for a glass on the top shelf, one he’d always had to stand on his toes to reach. “Guess I’ll be the one getting the high stuff around here,” she said with a little grin as she brought it down effortlessly.

Ryan forced a smile. “Yeah, uh, definitely easier for you.”

She looked down at him then, not just a glance, but a full once-over. Amused, maybe even curious. Her smile widened a fraction.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, giving him a sideways look, “are you scared of me?”

He felt the heat rise in his face. “No, just tired,” he muttered.

There was a pause. She didn’t seem convinced. Then she reached over and tousled his hair with one big hand, her fingers ruffling it like she was dealing with a pet or a kid. “Sure you are, little bro.”

She turned and walked back toward the hallway, giving Ryan a view of her large muscular ass, and leaving the scent of shampoo and her presence still hanging heavy in the air. Ryan stood still in the kitchen, staring at the now-closed cabinet above him. His heart thudded in his chest, unsure if he felt humiliated, intrigued, or something in between.

She hadn’t even tried to assert control. She just had it.

The apartment was quiet again, settling into its late-night rhythm. The boxes were gone, dinner had been takeout, and now the glow of the TV lit the living room in soft flickers. Julia was on one end of the couch, one leg folded beneath her, scrolling through her phone. Ryan sat on the other side, half-focused on a show he wasn’t really watching, the silence between them companionable but still tinged with the awkward newness of sharing space.

Julia set her phone down after a while, looked over at him, and spoke without preamble.

“Hey,” she said, her voice low and direct. “Now that we’re living together, there’s something I should tell you, just to avoid anything awkward happening later.”

Ryan muted the TV. “Yeah?”

She didn’t fidget or hesitate. “I was born with a penis.”

The words landed heavily but clearly. Julia didn’t watch him for a reaction, just leaned back a little further, her expression calm.

“I’m still a girl in every other way, I just happen to be packing a bit extra. And I’m not bringing it up because I think it’s a big bursa escort bayan deal,” she continued. “But I don’t exactly go out of my way to hide it either. I like to walk around the house in my towel or underwear. Sometimes I’ll even go completely naked. So if you ever catch a glimpse of something and freeze up, I just want you to know now that it’s not a mistake, and it’s not something I’m ashamed of.”

Ryan’s mouth opened slightly, then shut again. His face flushed, not out of discomfort, but because he hadn’t expected how casually, how confidently, she said it. No embarrassment, no apology. Just honesty.

“Oh,” he said, a little too quickly. “Right. Okay. Thanks for–uh–telling me.”

Julia gave him a small, knowing smile. “Some people make it weird. I figured I’d get ahead of it.”

“No, it’s not weird,” he said, though he wasn’t sure if his voice sounded convincing. “I mean, it’s a little surprising, but it’s not… bad.”

She laughed softly. “Relax. I’m not asking you to write a thesis on it.”

Ryan managed a nervous smile.

Julia stood, stretching tall, her tank top riding up slightly as she moved. “Just don’t act shocked if you see something swinging between my legs on the way to the shower, alright?”

“Got it,” Ryan said quickly, eyes flicking to the TV.

“Cool,” she said, already turning toward the hallway. “Good talk.”

She vanished into the dark with the heavy sound of her bare feet on hardwood, and Ryan sat there, pulse skipping, every part of him suddenly very awake. Not disturbed. Not offended. Just… more curious than he wanted to admit.

Ryan’s brain had stalled the moment the words left her mouth. He tried to act like he was fine, but inside, everything jolted. Julia, towering and confident, already made him feel like the smaller person in every room: physically, socially, even emotionally. And now this. It only deepened the imbalance. He was already intimidated by how effortlessly she carried herself, how she seemed to occupy space without asking permission. And yet, despite the shock of this news, the attraction didn’t go away. If anything, it pressed harder. He still found her stunning: her curves, her muscles, her large breasts, her incredible ass. But now that desire came tangled with something uncomfortable: uncertainty, confusion, a loss of control. She was everything he wasn’t, and the fact that she’d told him so calmly, without hesitation, that she had a penis, only underscored how far beneath her he felt. He didn’t know what this meant. All he knew was that she had just tipped the balance between them further, and he didn’t know if he was supposed to step back… or give in to it.

And what if he saw something by accident? What if he walked in on her while she was changing or getting out of the shower? What if it was bigger — no, he couldn’t even finish that thought.

He exhaled sharply, pacing around the living room, trying to focus on something, anything, else. Why am I even thinking about this? But the idea of it was like a magnet. A tug in his gut, pulling his mind back every time it tried to move past it.

He’d never thought about things like this before. His own body, girls he had crushes on, sure. But this? Julia was a woman, everything about her, the way she moved, the way she looked, the way she talked. And yet, the fact that her anatomy didn’t align with his expectations… well, it messed with his head.

It wasn’t that he thought she was less of a woman because of it, but how was he supposed to react? If he caught a glimpse, how would he feel? Embarrassed? Awkward? What if she noticed him looking?

He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling the heat in his cheeks. It wasn’t like Julia had made it a huge deal, she was open about it, said it so casually, like it was no more remarkable than the way she preferred her coffee. But for him, it felt like an exposed nerve. How was he supposed to feel?

And the more he thought about it, the more he realized it wasn’t just about the possibility of seeing her penis. It was about him trying to make sense of this whole situation. The power dynamic between them, how confident she was, how little she cared about things like this. She owned herself. She was at ease in her body, in a way Ryan felt he never would be, no matter how much he tried. And that made him feel small, powerless, out of his depth.

So he waited. He breathed. He told himself it would be fine. But deep down, he couldn’t escape the tension that kept building between them. What if this makes everything… different?

Ryan shifted uncomfortably on the couch, the silence around him almost unbearable now. He needed to move, to do something, so he got up, shuffling toward his bedroom. His mind was racing, and he couldn’t sit still anymore. As he passed through the dimly lit hallway, he caught a glimpse of Julia’s door, now closed, the space between them still feeling thick with the bursa escort sitesi unspoken. He felt that familiar knot in his stomach–the unease, the curiosity, and the pressure of the night pressing against him.

Once in his room, he closed the door behind him and stood for a moment in the quiet, the cool air of the apartment brushing against his skin. He wasn’t sure why he was suddenly so restless. It wasn’t like him to overthink things, especially not to the point where his body started feeling tight with nervous energy.

He pulled off his shirt, then his pants, and as he stood there, ready to climb into bed, he caught sight of himself in the mirror. For a brief moment, his gaze lingered on his reflection. His own body–thin, pale, short, and small. His chest was slight, not defined. His arms were still wiry, no matter how much time he spent at the gym. And then, of course, his most prominent insecurity.

His eyes fell to his own penis, a quick, automatic glance. Smaller than any of the guys he’d seen in locker rooms, smaller than anything he’d heard other guys boast about. A measly 3 inches of shame and disappointment. He swallowed hard, the familiar self-consciousness washing over him. Was he supposed to feel better about this? He couldn’t imagine Julia, who was already so commanding and powerful, having the same body issues he did. How would he measure up?

For a second, the thought of her bigger, more powerful self, flooded his mind again, and the comparison felt impossible to ignore. She owned her body with such ease, and yet here he was, tangled in his own thoughts about how inadequate he felt. It wasn’t just about size, it was about control, confidence, and how he felt so small, so easily overshadowed by her. He could hardly imagine being that comfortable in his own skin, let alone walking through the world with the assurance that she did.

Ryan sat on the edge of his bed, his thoughts a chaotic mess as he tried to focus on something, anything, other than Julia. But no matter how much he willed himself to push it out of his mind, his curiosity crept back in, curling its way around his thoughts.

Julia was so tall, so big in every way. Everything about her was larger than life. Her muscles. Her presence. The way she filled every room. The way her clothes stretched across her frame. He couldn’t help but wonder… Was it the same with her… down there?

He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing the thought away, but it lingered, like an itch just beneath his skin. It wasn’t just the fact that Julia had a penis, it was the possibility that it might be larger than his own, or perhaps larger than any he’d ever seen or imagined. She was bigger than him in every other way. And now… possibly where it mattered most too.

The thought was jarring. His mind flashed to the image of her, so effortlessly strong, so confident, and then he tried to picture that confidence paired with the anatomy she’d described. Did size scale with her? Was it just… part of what made her so unapologetically herself?

The idea seemed ridiculous. Why am I even thinking about this? But then again, he couldn’t help but wonder. Her body was a force, everything about her seemed amplified, as if nature had decided that this woman, this towering figure, couldn’t be ignored. Could that extend to her penis, too? It made sense, in a way. Her body was built to command attention. Every time she stood in the room, every time she moved with that effortless grace, she seemed to bend the world around her, like she was larger than life. Was it possible her… that part of her was just as commanding?

Ryan squeezed his eyes shut tighter, rubbing his hands over his face. God, stop. This is crazy. He couldn’t decide whether he was disgusted or curious, or maybe it was both. The thought of it made his stomach churn, but there was also something else. A fascination. His mind kept returning to it, as much as he hated to admit it.

Ryan ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. Focus, dude. It doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter. But despite his attempts to shake it off, his mind kept coming back to one question: How big was it?

The next morning, Ryan woke up earlier than usual, the weight of his thoughts still hanging over him. He hadn’t slept much. His mind kept circling back to Julia.

He stood in front of the mirror for a few moments, the same feeling of insecurity creeping back in. But today, there was something else simmering beneath the surface: a strange mix of fascination and intimidation. He wasn’t sure what to do with it. He didn’t even know how to look at her now. Would she sense the shift? Would she notice?

By the time he made his way to the kitchen for a cup of coffee, Julia was already there, sitting at the table, wearing a tank top and loose gym shorts, hair pulled up in a messy bun. As always, she looked effortless. God, she’s beautiful, Ryan thought, trying to distract himself from the anxious spiraling in his head.

“Morning,” Julia greeted him, glancing up with a casual smile. She looked completely at ease, as though the weight of last night’s conversation didn’t even faze her.

“Morning,” Ryan said back, his voice a little too high-pitched for his liking. He grabbed a mug, hands shaking slightly as he poured the coffee.

For a moment, he just stood there, the space between them suddenly feeling charged. Every time she moved, his eyes instinctively followed her, but he kept them trained on the counter, not daring to meet her gaze. He didn’t want to look too long.

Julia, of course, didn’t seem to notice his tension. She took a sip of her own coffee, stretching out in her chair, her legs splayed casually.

And there it was again, the feeling that she was somehow larger than him, in every way. Even in that way, he thought. He couldn’t stop the thought from sneaking in. How big was it?

Suddenly, Julia set her mug down and got up, moving past him with a fluid, almost casual ease that made everything feel amplified. The tight tank top she was wearing stretched across her large breasts and wide shoulders, revealing a prominent cleavage.

She turned to grab something from the fridge, her hips shifting slightly as she reached inside. The shorts she wore sat low on her waist, exposing her well-defined abdominal muscles. Her powerful ass stretched the fabric around her hips. As she leaned, Ryan’s eyes involuntarily followed the movement, and for a brief moment, the way the loose fabric pulled tight around her body revealed an outline, just a glimpse of something hanging between her legs.

His mind recoiled immediately, trying to dismiss the thought. But his curiosity lingered. His gaze darted away quickly, focusing on the coffee mug in his hand, as though trying to steady himself from the sudden rush of heat in his cheeks. Did I really just see that? he thought, heart pounding. Whatever it was, it didn’t look small.

Julia began to prepare breakfast, cracking an egg into the skillet, the sound of sizzling eggs filling the kitchen. Ryan stood there, his mind still racing, trying to get a handle on his thoughts.

His thoughts were interrupted as Julia turned toward him, her expression casual. She leaned against the counter, holding a spatula in her hand, her posture relaxed. “You know,” she said, her voice light, “I was thinking of working out here later today instead of going to the gym. It’s just easier, right? I don’t even know where the good spots are around here yet.”

Ryan blinked, his gaze snapping to hers. Working out here. The thought made him feel small in an instant, like there was no place where she wouldn’t outshine him.

“Oh, yeah. Sure, that works,” he said, his voice coming out a little too high, even to his own ears. He couldn’t help but picture her in the living room, stretching, sweating, her muscles flexing. The thought made him blush.

Julia gave him a knowing look. “I’ll probably take over the living room for a bit. I like to have plenty of space.”

Ryan nodded, as he made a conscious effort not to glance down at her crotch.

“You, uh… you work out pretty often?” Ryan asked, his voice faltering slightly as he tried to keep the conversation going.

Julia smiled at him, a little amused, clearly sensing his discomfort. “Yeah, I do. It’s kind of a way to clear my head. You should try it sometime.”

Ryan shifted uncomfortably, unsure whether she meant it as an invitation or just a casual comment. Either way, it made him feel even more self-conscious. He wasn’t sure if he should be more intimidated by her or impressed. Maybe both. But something about the idea of her working out in front of him, exercising with the same strength and grace that she carried in everything she did, made him feel like an outsider in his own apartment.

“Yeah, I might… try it,” Ryan replied, trying to act casual, even though his mind was reeling.

Julia turned back to the stove, flipping the eggs with a smooth motion. “You don’t have to, you know. I get it, it’s not for everyone.” She paused, her voice softening, almost teasing. “I just figured you might need the distraction. Looks like you’re a little… wound up this morning.”

Ryan froze. She knows, he thought. There was no way she could have missed the way he’d been acting since he walked into the kitchen. Did she see how I reacted?

His heart skipped a beat, but Julia didn’t give him time to respond. She was already moving, plating the eggs with precision, as though the conversation had never shifted at all.

The tension, however, lingered, hanging in the air like a thick fog that Ryan couldn’t escape.

“Anyway, I’ll be in the living room around noon if you want to join me,” Julia said, her voice casual as she began eating her breakfast. “Or even if you just want to watch and see how I got so strong,” she added with a playful grin.

Ryan nodded, unable to form a coherent response. He couldn’t shake the images in his mind of Julia working out, of her body flexing in tight clothing, the way it would fill up the room and leave him standing in the shadows of his own space.

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Despite not sleeping and my panic to call him, I waited until a decent hour to call David. He didn’t pick up his phone, which made me very antsy, I flashed back to my vision from the night before, slightly revised to having him spending the night at Elissa’s instead of his own place.

I knew he was due at the studio that morning, I reminded myself, maybe he was already there and I just caught him at a time when he couldn’t take my call. I quickly got ready and headed over there.

I walked into the set to see Mollie in a heated argument with Phil, but David was nowhere to be seen. I got the attention of one of the assistants and she said David was either in his trailer or off at the commissary having shot a few scenes already and was on a break.

I caught up with him at the commissary, he was reading a book and drinking a cup of coffee totally lost in his own world. I watched him for a moment and couldn’t help but smile at the way a lot of the women, and to my dismay, some men were checking him out and he seemed completely oblivious to all the attention he was getting. I grabbed a cup of tea and took a seat opposite him.

“How was your night?” I finally asked.

“Oh, hi!” he replied, putting the book down and looking a bit startled by my presence, “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“What are you reading?” I turned the book around and read the title, “I’ve never heard of that one.”

“I have an audition for the lead role, they’re making it into a movie,” he explained, “Phil recommended me for it.”

“How was your night?” I repeated trying to get back to my original topic.

“It was OK,” he replied, taking a sip of his coffee, “how was yours?”

“Odd,” I admitted, “I had a sort of weird vision after I got home…”

David looked at me, his left eyebrow cocked, “if you start speaking in tongues next I’m leaving!” he joked.

“Did you get that wild night Elissa promised?” I blurted out.

“Well that was subtle,” David sat back with a laugh. He took a moment to compose himself, “do you really want to know the intimate details? Or would a summary work?”

“This isn’t funny,” I chided.

“Actually it is,” he replied, “you talked a good talk about giving me freedom to date women yet here you are quizzing me about it. I told you I didn’t think this would work for you, and now I have proof.”

He stood up to leave, but I caught up with him, “does that mean you are not going to tell me?”

“That’s precisely what that means,” he rolled his eyes at me as I grabbed his arm stopping his progress, “John, this is not the place or the time to make a scene. Now just drop it.”

He twisted out of my grasp and left the commissary. I was about to do the same when Mollie came in. I could see by her expression that she was feeling sheepish about her tantrum the night before and when she smiled at me beguilingly I knew she wanted to talk. I sighed but followed her back to the table.

We sat down and she leaned in, “I saw that little tiff with David just now. You two having trouble?”

I nodded, “I don’t know Mollie, I can’t get a good read on him lately. I feel like I am watching him from the opposite shore most of the time.”

Mollie shook her head, “I overheard Phil this morning talking to him. They’re grooming him to be a movie star, there’s even talk that a Hollywood bigwig is coming to watch him today. I think you’re out of your league, John. You’re strictly small stuff, no offense, and totally the wrong gender for his public image.”

“Do you think he really loves you?” she continued.

“I think he does,” I replied, wishing I sounded more positive.

“How much time do you two spend together outside of the bedroom?” she continued, “Because if you can’t enjoy each other’s company while fully clothed, it’s not love it’s lust. And let’s face it, he can pretty much choose anyone to shag if he pleases, so unless you have some secret sexual technique that no one else has, this isn’t going to last.”

“Why are you so concerned about me all of a sudden?” shot back, her words hitting me hard because of how close to the truth they were.

“We don’t always get on John, but I really hate to see you getting used by this guy, especially as he will just leave you behind when something better comes along.”

“You don’t know that,” I protested.

Mollie smiled a half smile, “but I do. You know he worked on a few films before becoming our saviour right? Well a friend of mine, Karen, was on a film with him and while they were working together she and David were a couple. She fell for him hard, and thought it was the real thing. But the minute the filming was done, he dropped her like a hot potato, just like that.” She snapped her fingers for emphasis.

“Why are you telling me this now?”

“I wanted to believe this would work out for you, but I am able to step back and see the real picture when you can’t because you are in too deep.” With that she stood çekmeköy escort up, “he’s going to leave you John. I’m not saying don’t have fun but guard your heart, because it’s about to be broken.”

After the day’s filming I caught up with David as he was leaving his trailer, “Hey you want to go grab a drink or a bite to eat?” he asked. He seemed really bouncy, a bit hyped up and happy to see me, but Mollie’s words kept spinning around in my head.

Before I could stop myself I asked, “are you planning on dumping me the minute someone better comes along?”

David’s smiled faded and he reeled back like I had struck him. He stared at me like I had suddenly grown a second head.

I took advantage of his guard being down to press my point further, “Mollie told me about her friend Karen, how you two were hot and heavy then you just dropped her.”

David took a deep breath, “why is it you’re so quick to believe the worst about me?”

“Well, is it true?”

He looked at me his face totally still but his eyes gave him away, they were far too expressive for his own good, “and you think that’s where this is all headed. Is that it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded but remained silent.

“If that’s what you want. Then you shall receive,” David leaned in close and through gritted teeth he hissed, “You are a good fuck John but you are not worth the drama that comes with it.”

It took me a second to recover enough to realise what he had just said, the violence in his tone was shocking enough but the words sounded so out of place coming from his mouth. For his part David just met my gaze coolly, his fists clenched at his sides and his back rigid. Then he stepped back and in a conversational tone asked, “does that work for you? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

When it became apparent I was not going to respond to him in a timely manner his tone shifted and he smiled at me, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes at all, gave a slight bow and said “give the people what they want” then turned on his heel to walk away from me.

His bow released me from my paralysis and I ran after him stepping right in front of him to block his path, “did you mean what you just said?”

“Does it really matter?” he asked his voice weary, “it’s obvious you’ve made up your mind about me, and I have had enough of trying to prove myself to you.”

I felt like my heart had been removed with a rusty spoon and my head split in two, “are you dumping me?”

“Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Of course it isn’t!” I yelled louder than I really meant to be, just inches from his face.

“Sure seems that way to me,” David ran his hands through his hair and sighed, “it’s been a long day John. You are in an impossible mood and I’m just not up to dealing with you. I am honestly just tired of this constant battle with you. I am sorry you fell in love with me; sorry I thought I loved you too; obviously I don’t if you are to be believed. And if I haven’t been able to make you happy then I’m sorry for that too. I am just generally sorry. Can I just go now, please?”

“No, you and I need to talk. Now. You can’t keep running away when it gets too heavy.”

“It would seem there’s nothing to talk about. You seem to think I’m not trustworthy; I have some hidden agenda and will dump you the minute something bigger or better comes along. I think that says it all.” Then he stopped for a moment puzzled, “unless all I’m good for is sex then I can’t see why you want to talk to me.”

“Do you really think that’s all I want from you?”

“I’m beginning to think it is,” he replied, his voice slightly wavering and his eyes wide, “I think I finally understand, all you want is a lover who does what you want, when you want and where you want. If bestiality weren’t illegal I’d advise you to buy a dog, because I’m not your pet and I’m not just a piece of ass, I have feelings too, and you have stomped the last bit of the good ones that I had towards you to death.”

“So this is it.”

“I guess so. ‘This is the way the world ends: Not with a bang but a whimper.’ I have to go John, the good times were great but the rest…” David was silent for a moment, his face still unreadable but I could see tears welling up in his eyes, “the rest just sucked.”

That night I didn’t even try to go to bed, I kept seeing David walking away from me leaving me standing on the sidewalk watching him until he disappeared out of sight. I called one of my exes and asked to meet him for a drink. Nigel and I had not parted on good terms but we had a sort of uneasy truce because of mutual friends.

When he arrived at the pub he looked a bit puzzled to be summoned but ready to listen. After a bit of chitchat I dove right in, “when we broke up was it because of me?”

Nigel tapped his fingers on the beer mug, clearly weighing his words, “You got massively possessive and jealous of any guy I talked to. Do you remember punching out Stan for giving me a hug çeşme escort at Christmas that one party?”

“Vaguely,” I admitted.

“What’s with the ghosts of relationships past scene? You got man troubles?” Nigel continued.

“I think I may have just blown the best thing I’ve ever had.”

“Oh man,” Nigel chuckled, “so instead of making up to your lover you called me? When did I become Dear Abby?”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Tell me about your man,” Nigel prodded, “I’m having a dry spell.”

I told him everything about David that I felt I could without giving his name or where I knew him from, Nigel listened in silence occasionally taking a drink from his beer, but he let me go on until I ran out of breath.

“Sounds like a hell of a guy…. OK Auntie Abby here recommends you get your still-too-attractive-ass off the bar stool, get your most charming smile on, buy your man some flowers and get yourself over there, be sweet, maybe knock his socks off with your amazing bedroom skills and then promise to get some counseling” he took a handful of nuts and popped them into his mouth, chewing them noisily, then lifted his glass “but before you go, I need a refill.”

I stopped at the all night shop and picked up the least dead looking bouquet of flowers I could find and headed over to David’s flat. As I pressed the buzzer I glanced at my watch, 1am, well that can’t be helped, I thought.

When I got no answer I started randomly pressing buttons until someone buzzed me in, then I made my way up to David’s flat. I pounded on the door but got no response. Maybe he isn’t home I thought but putting my ear to the door I could hear some music coming from within. I tried the doorknob but it was locked.

I got close to the spy hole and looked in, I could see lights burning in the flat but still no answer as I knocked on the door. Something was nagging at me, making me feel uneasy. I looked for an extra key in all the usual hiding places, but came up empty. After a bit I remembered the old credit card trick, pulled one out of my wallet and stuck it into the door jam wiggling it around until I heard a click, and I was in!

I didn’t see David in any of the first few rooms so I walked down the hall to his bedroom; he was on the bed, fully clothed but dead to the world. I sat down on the bed next to him and still he didn’t wake. I gently shook him by the shoulders, and he didn’t move. I leaned down and felt his skin; he felt damp to the touch and was breathing really slowly. I glanced at the bed stand and saw that there was a bottle of sleeping pills and half empty flask of whiskey sitting there.

I pulled him into a sitting position and carried him into the bathroom and aimed him over the toilet, then opened his mouth and stuck two fingers into his throat; he didn’t even flinch let alone gag. I sat back in frustration holding him against me, I was just about to dial 999 when David opened his eyes and regarded me quizzically.

“Either I’m having a really odd but vivid dream,” he slurred gazing at me with his eyes barely in focus, “or….”

He tried to pull away from me and stand but couldn’t get his feet underneath him properly and it was only my holding onto him that saved him from crashing to the floor.

“How many pills did you take?” I asked, keeping him held tightly to me.

He held his hand up awkwardly and tried to concentrate but he seemed to lose the ability to count, and finally sighed, “a few. What are you doing here?”

“I brought you flowers,” was all I could think of by way of an answer.

He nodded as if that made perfect sense and closed his eyes again. I shook him, “David you need to stay awake.” He waved me off and kept his eyes closed, I lifted him off the floor and set his feet down so he was mostly standing, “Come on walk!” I encouraged him, half lifting, half dragging him around the flat. Finally he moved his feet on his own and seemed to come around a bit.

I sat him down on the sofa and make a pot of coffee checking on him periodically as I did so, he seemed to be somewhat awake or at least his eyes were mostly open. I put some coffee into a mug and placed an ice cube into it so it was cool enough to drink straight away, I put it into his hands and lifted it to his lips, “drink this.”

At first he didn’t seem to understand then he tipped the cup forward and poured most of it down the front of his shirt missing his mouth. I jumped up and grabbed the cup from his hand and got a towel to wipe off the spilled coffee, by the time I got back he was out cold again.

I picked him up again and carried him into the bathroom, stripped his clothes off and then I took off mine and got into the shower. I turned him so his back was towards the nozzle and turned on just the cold water.

As the first sprays of water made contact his eyes flew open and he tried to escape my grasp, I moved us back until his head was under the stream and he redoubled his efforts to get away, calling me all cihangir escort sorts of names in the process. The way he was screaming and jerking in my arms made me worried that he would drown before he came fully awake, my arms were turning to ice but I held him firmly until he stopped struggling and seemed to accept that I wasn’t going to let him go. After a bit I turned off the water and wrapped him in a couple of towels setting him down on the edge of the tub.

David’s lips were blue and he was shivering violently but he was definitely awake and very, very pissed off, “what are you doing here?” he asked pulling the towels closer around him.

“I came to apologise for being an ass earlier and found you passed out.”

“I was asleep, that’s not unusual for anyone other than you, obviously, to be doing at this time of night!” He was still slurring his words but he seemed a bit more with it. The he stood up a bit unsteadily and reached for the robe hanging off the back of the bathroom door and wrapped it around himself tightly.

“David, you were out cold, please tell me you don’t make a habit of mixing alcohol and sleeping pills.”

He didn’t answer me but instead made for the door of the bathroom before stumbling and almost falling, I grabbed him and held him upright, I could feel him still shivering as I pulled him into my arms, “you’re freezing.”

“Yeah, I know, some asshole tried to drown me in ice cold water,” he countered.

I laughed at that, “sorry it was for your own good.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever get warm again,” he complained.

“Get into bed, and I’ll warm you,” I offered, but when he shot me a comical look I amended it to, “strictly P.G. I promise.”

I watched him get into a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie before joining me in bed, he still felt really cold to the touch so I wrapped him in my arms and let him rest his head on my shoulder. Even soaking wet, angry and shivering his appeal was hard to miss but I forced myself to think about other things and not let his scent and the closeness of his lean body get to me.

In an effort to get warm David pressed himself so tightly to me it was like he was trying to crawl inside my skin, he kept shifting against me and when he brushed up against my crotch the predictable thing happened. I shifted uncomfortably as my jeans tightened around me and bumped his hip on accident. I could see a flicker of amusement ease the frown on his face but he turned on his side and pulled the covers tightly around him and his back to me.

I tapped his shoulder, “I really don’t think you should go to sleep, I’m still worried about you.”

He turned to face me, “I am exhausted, and I’m going to go to sleep. You are welcome to stay or go home or some combination of the two.” Then he turned away again.

I pressed my arousal against the small of his back; “I think I can keep you awake a bit longer.” I offered.

“You bust in here, wake me up, then try to drown me in ice water and now you want to make out?”

I held him tightly, “that pretty much sums it up.”

“Forget it,” he said, but made no move to escape my embrace.

I tilted his head back, exposing his neck to me and nibbled down to his shoulder. He continued to ignore me, so I slipped my hand under the waistband of his sweat pants and trailed my fingers along his thigh.

He sighed, “you don’t take no for an answer do you?”

“I said I didn’t think you should go to sleep, you can either lay there and pretend I’m not here or you can do something more pleasurable to pass the time.” I whispered into his ear as I circled my hand around his cock warming his still cool flesh, “your choice.”

David sat up, “no means no John. I’m wiped, I’m cold and I am not in the mood for your games tonight. Go home.”

I rolled over onto my back; frustrated but fully realising he meant it, “OK I’ll behave.”

He looked down at me, regarding me, sizing me up, then turned off the light and laid back down. Within a minute he was sound asleep, I listened to make sure he was breathing normally but soon I fell asleep myself.

I awoke a bit later to find David had moved in his sleep to lay his head on my chest and his arms around my shoulders, his warm breath tickling my neck. I pulled him closer to me enjoying the feel of his lean body on mine. As my hand slid down to the small of his back he sighed in his sleep and he snuggled in more.

As I lay there holding him I wished I could stay in that moment forever. No pressure, no drama, just David in my arms, and the rest of the world was not welcome. I traced the line of his check with my free hand, feeling the fine bones of his face and the stubble that dotted his chin and then brushed his lips with my fingers. Then I ran the hand down his neck and slid it inside his hoodie stroking the soft hair on his chest.

“I thought you said you were going to behave,” I heard from the darkness.

“I thought you were asleep,” I laughed.

“I was,” David countered.

“Sorry.” I apologised, trying to sound contrite even though I didn’t feel it.

“Yeah you sound it.” David chuckled, “you win I’m awake, now what?”

I rolled him over onto his back and lowered myself on top of him, holding myself up on my elbows so I wouldn’t crush him, “I have a few ideas.”

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Dies ist der dritte Teil der Geschichte „Eine Woche die alles veränderte”. Es wird anschließend noch einen vierten, abschließenden Part geben.

Bevor es weitergeht möchte ich mich für die vielen positiven Kommentare zu den ersten beiden Teilen bedanken. Es ist gar nicht so einfach die erste Geschichte zu Papier zu bringen. Sie dann zu veröffentlichen und mit anderen zu teilen ist nochmal ein ganz anderer Schritt. Wenn das Feedback dann so positiv ausfällt, ist das sehr schön und extrem motivierend. Danke dafür!

Zurück zur Geschichte: Wer die ersten beiden Teile nicht gelesen hat und quer einsteigen möchte, findet hier zunächst eine kurze Zusammenfassung.

Was bisher geschah: Sven (Erzähler, 21 Jahre) und sein Vater Klaus (48) schmieden in einer Schnapslaune einen verrückten Plan: sie wollen die Frauen tauschen und das nach Möglichkeit so, dass die beiden es nicht mitbekommen. Der erste Teil des Plans ist vollzogen. Sven hat seine Freundin Chrissi (20) verführt, ihr die Augen verbunden und seinen Vater rangelassen. Am nächsten Morgen bekommt Klaus allerdings kalte Füße und hat Angst aufzufliegen…

5. Planänderung

„Du hast WAS?”, mein Vater schaute mich schockiert an, als ich ihm am nächsten Morgen erzählte, dass ich mich gestern Abend nicht zurückhalten konnte und Chrissi als kleinen Gute-Nacht-Snack noch meine ganze Ladung in den Rachen gefeuert hatte.

„Wie soll das denn möglich sein? Ein Einstein bist Du wirklich nicht. Die kapiert doch sofort, dass da was nicht gestimmt hat. Wo soll denn das ganze Sperma hergekommen sein, nachdem Du Dich ein paar Minuten vorher schonmal in ihr entsaftet hast. Das ist so dermaßen unprofessionell von Dir”, wetterte mein Vater weiter.

Jetzt war es an mir zornig und aufbrausend zu werden. „Erstens: Ja, das war unprofessionell von mir! Denn stell Dir mal vor: meine Freundin geil zu machen, damit mein Erzeuger sie dann an meiner Stelle durchvögeln kann, ist nicht mein Hauptberuf… und zweitens: Ich bin vielleicht kein Einstein, aber ich bin eben auch kein Mönch. Ich kann mich doch nicht nach so einem Hammer-Vorspiel einfach neben Euch stellen, Euch beiden beim Ficken zusehen und mich dann mit Mörderständer unbefriedigt in die Kiste legen.”

„Ok, ok”, lenkte mein Vater ein, „verstehe ich ja, so von Mann zu Mann. Aber kurz mal ins Bad verschwinden und zwei Minuten Mütze-Glatze spielen, hätte den gleichen Effekt gehabt und wir würden jetzt nicht in der Scheiße stecken.” Er schwieg einen Moment und seufzte. „Naja, ändern können wir es jetzt eh nicht mehr. Damit wir nicht auffliegen, müssen wir jetzt aber erstmal ein bisschen Gras über die Sache wachsen lassen.”

„Was meinst Du damit?”, fragte ich stirnrunzelnd.

„Naja, den Fuß vom Gas nehmen.”, führte mein Dad weiter aus. „Wenn wir jetzt direkt mit Heike weitermachen, laufen wir ins offene Messer. Wenn wir da auch nur den kleinsten Fehler machen, sind wir geliefert.”

„Das ist ja wohl das Allerletzte”, polterte ich drauf los. „Der Herr hat seinen Spaß gehabt und an seinen Teil der Abmachung will er sich jetzt nicht mehr halten. Na, vielen Dank!”

„Jetzt beruhige Dich mal”, versuchte mich mein Vater zu besänftigen. „Wir legen das Projekt ja nur ein paar Tage auf Eis bis die Luft wieder rein ist. Danach helfe ich Dir dabei, dass Du bei Deiner Mutter zum Stich kommst.”

„Was ist mit mir?”, unvermittelt stand meine Mom im Türrahmen. Wir hatten uns so in die hitzige Diskussion reingesteigert, dass wir ganz vergessen hatten, dass sie auch noch im Haus war.

„Nichts ist mit Dir”, stammelte mein Vater.

„Wie nichts? Ich habe doch gehört, dass Ihr über mich gesprochen habt. Und überhaupt… Was zankt Ihr denn heute Morgen so rum. Man hört Euch ja bis in den Keller.”

„Ach das”, sammelte sich mein Dad, um dann weiter zu improvisieren. „Ich habe gesehen, dass Sven wieder mal meine Sportsocken genommen hat und ich habe ihm gesagt, dass ich das Scheiße finde. Weil es auch unhygienisch ist und so.”

„Und was hat das mit mir zu tun?”, fragte meine Mutter irritiert.

„Naja”, stotterte Dad weiter, „ich habe ihm gesagt, dass Du das auch Scheiße findest. Weil Du das doch waschen musst.”

Meine Mutter hatte sichtlich Probleme, den Gedankengängen meines Vaters zu folgen. „Mir ist doch vollkommen Wurst, ob ich Deine oder Svens verschwitzte Socken in die Maschine stopfe. Und wegen sowas versaut Ihr Euch den Morgen. Um was geht es hier wirklich?”, wandte sie sich jetzt an mich.

„Ums Prinzip!”, entgegnete ich und konnte mich nicht zurückhalten die Metapher meines Vaters mit den fremden Sachen aufzunehmen. „Weißt Du Mom, Dad ist da nämlich kein bisschen besser. Er leiht sich ständig Dinge aus, die eigentlich mir gehören, hat seinen Spaß damit und wenn er fertig ist, will er selbst nichts von seinen Sachen abgeben.”

Mom starrte vollkommen verständnislos meinen Vater an, der die Augen verdrehte und mit den Schultern zuckte. Mir wurde bewusst, dass wir in den Augen meiner Mutter wie zwei streitende Fünfjährige aussehen mussten und ich verzog mich, immer noch sauer und aufgeladen, in mein Zimmer.

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Eigentlich hätte ich zur Uni gemusst, aber ich wusste, dass das so jetzt keinen Zweck hatte. Mit meinen Gedanken war ich eh ganz woanders und meine Wut auf meinen Dad kannte keine Grenzen. Da riskierte ich Kopf und Kragen, damit er ans Ziel seiner Träume kam und jetzt macht er einen Rückzieher. Ich beschloss mein Seminar sausen zu lassen, zog meine Sportsachen an, schlüpfte in die Laufschuhe und rannte los.

Mein Puls ging in die Höhe und als ich nach wenigen Minuten das kleine Wäldchen erreichte, ging mein Atem bereits schwer. Ich spürte, wie der Lauf den Frustabbau förderte. Nach der halben Strecke war der Zorn auf meinen Vater verraucht und die Vernunft hielt Einzug. Ich wusste auf einmal, dass er recht hatte. Was wir da abgezogen hatten, war ein Tanz auf Messers Schneide und ich hatte uns beide in Gefahr gebracht, weil ich mich nicht ans Drehbuch gehalten hatte. Als ich zu Hause ankam, war ich ausgepowered hatte aber eine Scheißangst, dass Chrissi etwas bemerkt haben könnte und mich abservieren würde.

Als ich zu Hause ankam und mein Handy in die Hand nahm pochte mein Herz, als ich auf dem Display sah, dass ich eine Nachricht von meiner Süßen erhalten hatte. Ein Lächeln zog sich über mein Gesicht, als ich die Nachricht las: „Hey, mein geiler Stecher! War so schön gestern Nacht. Kann es nicht abwarten, Dich wieder zu sehen. Kisses Chrissi”.

Als ich mich ausgezogen hatte und unter die Dusche springen wollte vibrierte das Handy erneut. Dieses Mal lautete die Nachricht „Habe heute Nachmittag sturmfrei. Hast Du Zeit?”.

Anscheinend war auf dieser Baustelle alles ok. Erleichtert stieg ich unter die Dusche. Ich rubbelte mich gerade mit dem Handtuch trocken, als ich erneut den Signalton hörte, der verkündete, dass eine neue Nachricht einging. Dieses Mal war es ein Foto. Auf den ersten Blick erkannte ich das Motiv nicht, doch auf den zweiten Blick fiel mir fast die Kinnlade runter. Chrissi hatte anscheinend ihr Handy auf Kniehöhe zwischen die Beine gestellt und ein Selfie gemacht. Man sah ihre blank rasierte Muschi und auf dem oberen Punkt der Spalte sah ich einen ihrer rot lackierten Fingernägel. Bildunterschrift: „Bekomme ich auch noch eine Antwort oder muss ich alleine für meine Bedürfnisse sorgen?”. Mein Daumen flog über das Display um die Antwort einzugeben: „Finger weg! Das ist mein Revier! Bis später — Kisses Sven”.

Zwei Stunden später stand ich vor ihrer Tür. Wir küssten uns innig zur Begrüßung und sofort hatte ich alle Angst verloren, dass sie Verdacht geschöpft haben könnte. Nur wenige Minuten später lagen wir nackt bei ihr im Bett und streichelten und liebkosten uns.

„Du”, sagte Chrissi, „ich bin so glücklich mit Dir. Ich hatte das noch nie, dass man einfach alle Phantasien ansprechen kann und es kein Tabu gibt. Mit Dir kann ich alles ausprobieren und es fühlt sich alles richtig an.” Erneut gab sie mir einen innigen Kuss und grinste dann. „A propos ausprobieren… Ich bräuchte mal eine Freigabe von Dir für den nächsten Schritt in unserem Project BC.”

Das „Project BC” war seit einigen Wochen unser Code für eine Idee die wir hatten und die von Chrissi extrem gepusht wurde. „BC” stand als Kürzel für „Be curious”. Wir hatten uns nach einer heißen Nacht gegenseitig gestanden, dass wir es beide spannend finden würden, einmal mit einem anderen Paar intim zu werden. Es war zunächst nur eine fixe Idee, aber Chrissi war eine Frau der Tat. Bereits am nächsten Tag hatte sie uns auf einem Swinger-Portal ein Profil angelegt und chattete seitdem eifrig mit anderen Paaren. Noch hatten wir uns nicht getraut den nächsten Schritt zu gehen, aber wir hatten uns vorgenommen, uns demnächst auf ein Blind-Date mit einem anderen Paar einzulassen und wählten gerade aus, wer dafür in Betracht kam.

„Ich habe übrigens gerade ein neues Kandidatenpaar, aber ich weiß nicht, ob das Dein Ding ist…”. „Mein Ding?”, fragte ich überrascht, „Was meinst Du damit? Sie mit Ganzkörperbehaarung und er mit 300 Kilo?”.

„Nicht ganz so tief aus der Special-Interest-Schublade”, lachte meine Freundin, „es ist einfach ein etwas reiferes Paar. Sie ist 50, er 52, aber sie haben sehr ästhetische Bilder und schreiben wirklich total nett. Ich glaube, ich würde mich bei unserem ersten Date sehr wohl damit fühlen, wenn es ein erfahreneres Paar wäre. Es wäre ja auch erstmal nur ein Treffen. Es heißt ja nicht, dass wir gleich mit denen in der Kiste landen. Wäre das für Dich okay oder findest Du das strange?”.

„Nein, perfekt.”, entgegnete ich „wenn ich ehrlich sein soll, würde ich eine reife Frau sehr heiß finden.”

„Echt jetzt?”, fragte Chrissi.

„Ja, ernsthaft. Ich bekenne mich schuldig. Bei MILFs werde ich schwach…”.

„Schön, dann schreibe ich den beiden mal, ob sie Lust haben, sich mit uns auf ein paar Drinks zu treffen und uns kennenzulernen. Doch jetzt muss ich Dich leider enttäuschen, mein Schatz”, sagte sie und setzte einen Schmollmund auf. „Mit „reifer Frau” kann ich leider nicht dienen. escort ataşehir Könntest Du eventuell über Deinen Schatten springen und mir mein junges Fötzchen stopfen?”.

Mit einer schnellen Bewegung hatte ich sie von mir runter gedreht und war zwischen ihren Schenkeln. Gerade als ich in sie eindringen wollte, stoppte mich Chrissi. „Halt Sven! Mach es so wie gestern. Spiel mit Deiner Eichel erst an meiner Klit und schieb ihn mir dann ganz langsam rein.” Ich musste grinsen. Zum Glück hatte ich gestern gut aufgepasst, wie mein alter Herr das so gemacht hat.

7. Ein neuer Tag

Als ich am nächsten Morgen aus meinem Zimmer schlappte, trat gerade mein Vater aus dem Bad. „Moin” sagte er kurz. Ich nickte stumm, denn so richtig wohl fühlte ich mich nicht dabei, ihm unter die Augen zu treten. „Sven, wegen gestern”, versuchte mein Dad das Gespräch zu eröffnen.

„Ich weiß, ich habe mich verhalten wie der letzte Idiot”, ergänzte ich seinen Satz.

Mein Vater schaute mich überrascht an. „Das war jetzt eigentlich gerade mein Text. Das war echt nicht okay von mir. Du riskierst Kopf und Kragen für mich und ich habe nichts Besseres zu tun, als Dir Vorwürfe zu machen.” Er legte mir einen Arm auf die Schulter. „Sorry, dafür, Kumpel! Hast Du Chrissi gestern gesehen? War sie normal zu Dir?”.

„Alles gut… Sie hat nichts gemerkt.” Nach einer kurzen Pause ergänzte ich. „Ich weiß zwar nicht, wie Du das in Deinem hohen Alter hingekriegt hast, aber sie war von Deiner Performance recht angetan.”

Mein Vater war sichtlich erleichtert, dass sich unser Umgangston wieder gelockert hatte. „Wenn Du kein Problem damit hast, kannst Du ihr gern meine Nummer geben”, flachste er weiter.

„Überspann den Bogen nicht, alter Mann.”, mahnte ich ihn und fügte beschwichtigend hinzu „Schön, dass wir uns wieder vertragen. Und ja, Du hattest recht. Im Moment ist es zu gefährlich, um mit unserem Plan weiter zu machen.”

„Dafür ist es schon zu spät. Oder bekommst Du kalte Füße?”

„Wie meinst Du das?”

„Ich habe Deiner Mom gesagt, dass ich sie am Freitag zu unserem Lieblingsitaliener ausführe und sie zu Hause dann eine erotische Überraschung erwartet. Das wäre Deine Chance, Junior…”

Ich antwortete nicht gleich, da ich nicht damit gerechnet hätte, dass mein Vater seine Meinung so schnell ändern würde und unseren Plan fortsetzen würde.

„Was ist, Sven?”, unterbrach mein Dad die Stille. „Bist Du dabei oder machst Du einen Rückzieher?”

„Du machst wohl Witze”, entgegnete ich strahlend. „Ich kann seit Samstag an nichts anderes denken. Natürlich bin ich dabei!”

8. Phase Zwei

Nervös saß ich zu Hause in meinem Zimmer, als mein Handy vibrierte. „Rechnung bezahlt. Zurück in 15 Min!”, lautete die Nachricht meines Vaters. Wir hatten vereinbart, dass er mir Bescheid gibt, wenn sie im Restaurant aufbrechen und es für mich Zeit wird auf Position zu gehen.

Ich schlich durchs Schlafzimmer meiner Eltern, ging ins angrenzende Ankleidezimmer und zog mich bis auf die Unterhose aus, wie ich es mit Dad vereinbart hatte. Die Tür ließ ich einen Spalt weit offen. Nur fünf Minuten später sah ich Licht durch den Türspalt und hörte meine Eltern die Treppe hinaufkommen. Ich hörte meine Mutter kichern. „Jetzt bin ich aber gespannt, welche Überraschung der Herr für mich hat.” Dem Tonfall nach war sie etwas beschwippst.

Danach Stille, dann wieder kichern und die Stimme meine Mutter. „Oh hallo, da ist einer aber schon richtig schön hart. Das schaue ich mir doch mal aus der Nähe an.” Wieder Pause, ein Krachen, wieder Stille und Sekunden später ein wohliges Stöhnen meines Vaters. Was war da los? Ich lugte durch den Türspalt. Mein Vater stand mit dem Rücken an den Schrank gelehnt, seine Hose war heruntergezogen und meine Mutter kniete vor ihm und bearbeitete ihn schmatzend.

Fuck! Kam da wieder der Egoist in ihm durch und er dachte wieder nur an seinen Spaß? Ich zog mich wieder in mein Versteck zurück und ließ nur einen schmalen Türspalt zum Schlafzimmer offen. Nebenbei bemerkte ich, dass der kurze Blick auf die Szenerie bereits gereicht hatte, um mir eine ordentliche Erektion zu bescheren.

Eine gefühlte Ewigkeit mit Schmatzen und Stöhnen verging, als mein Vater hektisch sagte: „Stop, Heike! Ich bin gleich soweit… Jetzt bist Du erstmal dran.”

„Oh, ein Gentleman”, kicherte meine Mom erneut. „Dann rück mal raus, mit Deiner groß angekündigten Überraschung”. Danach wieder nur Stille und Kichern im Wechsel. Ich war im kompletten Blindflug und hatte keine Ahnung, was sich da wenige Meter von mir entfernt abspielte.

Dann die Stimme meines Vaters „So, Baby, genau so habe ich mir das vorgestellt.” Ich konnte meinen Ohren kaum trauen. „So habe ich mir das vorgestellt” war das Stichwort, das Dad und ich vorab vereinbart hatten. Es war der abgesprochene Satz, der mir signalisieren sollte, dass er alles im Griff hat und ich aus meinem Versteck herauskommen konnte. Ich schob die Tür auf und trat leise ins Schlafzimmer.

Meine Mom lag splitternackt auf dem Bett. Die Hände mit Tüchern am Kopfteil festgebunden, ataşehir escort bayan über ihren Augen eine Schlafbrille. „Und was passiert jetzt?”, fragte Mom.

„Was immer Du willst, meine Schöne”, sagte mein Vater. „Ich will, dass Du so tust, als ob ich Deinen Körper das erste Mal berühre. Beschreibe mir ganz genau, was ich machen soll.”

Mit einem Grinsen trat er vom Bett zurück und machte mit den Armen eine Geste, die wohl zeigen sollte, dass das jetzt meine Bühne war.

Dieser elende Hurensohn! Das war so nicht abgesprochen… Wir hatten vereinbart, dass wir es so machen, wie bei Chrissi. Er sollte sie richtig heiß machen und dann wollten wir erst zu einem sehr späten Zeitpunkt tauschen. Wieso konnte er sich nicht an unseren Plan halten und musste wieder improvisieren? Meine Mutter würde es doch auch mit verschlossenen Augen spüren, wenn fremde Hände sie streicheln.

„Oh Klaus, das ist aufregend” säuselte Mom. „Dann beschäftige Dich doch erstmal mit meinen Brüsten.”

Ich schaute meinen Dad an, der aber nur dümmlich grinste. Mist, der hatte auch schon 2-3 Rotwein intus und bemerkte offenbar nicht, in welche Gefahr er uns brachte. Das konnte ich aber jetzt schlecht mit ihm ausdiskutieren und da mein Vater keine Anstalten machte, wieder aktiv ins Geschehen einzugreifen, setzte ich mich auf die Bettkante und berührte den Oberkörper meiner Mutter. Nervös und erregt zugleich streichelte ich über ihren Bauch und schob meine Hand sehr vorsichtig in Richtung ihrer Brüste.

„Hey”, beschwerte sich meine Mutter, „ganz bei Null fange ich nicht bei Dir an. Du kannst schon so tun, als ob Du schonmal eine Frau angefasst hast.”

Die Worte meiner Mutter rissen mich aus meiner Trance. Ich wurde mutiger und begann ihre Brüste zärtlich zu kneten. Sie waren etwas größer und weicher als Chrissis feste Titten und fühlten sich einfach wundervoll an. Während Chrissi kleine Nippel hatte, bemerkte ich wie sich die großen Warzenhöfe meiner Mutter unter meinen Berührungen kräuselten und sich die Nippel selbst zu kleinen festen Kirschen verformten. Beflügelt von dieser sichtbaren Erwiderung meiner Zärtlichkeiten wurde ich mutiger und fing an, an einer Brust zu saugen und an der Warze zu knabbern, was meiner Mom ein zustimmendes Stöhnen entlockte.

„Gar nicht so schlecht dafür, dass Du meinen Körper nicht kennst”, kommentierte meine Mutter meine Berührungen. Ich vergaß Zeit und Raum und wurde erst wieder durch die Stimme meiner Mom geweckt. „Schau doch mal nach, wie feucht ich schon bin.” stöhnte sie.

Während ich weiter an ihren Warzen knabberte fuhr ich mit meiner rechten Hand an der Innenseite ihrer Schenkel entlang und fand mit den Fingern die warme feuchte Furche. Als ich anfing ihre Perle zu massieren, stöhnte Mom lauter auf. Auch ihre Anweisungen wurden eindeutiger und direkter. „Leck mich, Süßer” war ihr nächster Wunsch.

Ich kroch zwischen ihre Schenkel und konnte mich erneut nicht wehren, Vergleiche zu meiner Freundin anzustellen. Chrissis Schamlippen waren groß und wulstig. Das Loch meiner Mom war von ganz feinen Lippen umrandet und darüber wartete eine kleine neugierige Perle nur darauf von mir verwöhnt zu werden. Zärtlich fing ich an mit meiner Zunge ihre Klit zu bearbeiten. Ich kitzelte sie flink mit meiner Zungenspitze, um kurz darauf intensiv zu saugen. „Das ist perfekt”, feuerte mich meine Mom zunehmend euphorisiert an.

Aus dem Augenwinkel nahm ich wahr, dass mein Vater nah ans Bett herangetreten war, um einen besseren Blick auf die Szene zu haben und sich nur einen knappen Meter neben mir langsam und genüsslich wichste.

„Ich halte es nicht mehr aus”, bettelte Mom, „komm in mich rein.”. Langsam küsste ich mich über den Bauchnabel hinauf zu den Brüsten und krabbelte zu ihr nach oben. Jetzt war ich mit den Hüften zwischen den Schenkeln meiner Mutter und bemerkte wie meine Spitze gegen ihr Loch drückte. Ich schob mein Becken nach vorne und spürte wie meine Eichel die Enge ihres Eingangs überwand und sich mein Schwanz komplett ins sie reindrückte. Langsam begann ich mich rhythmisch zu bewegen. Immer intensiver keuschte meine Mutter.

„Küß mich!”, hauchte sie mir zu. Mir war in diesem Moment nicht mehr bewusst, dass dies kompletter Wahnsinn war und der Schwindel spätestens jetzt auffliegen musste. Ganz automatisch presste ich meine Lippen auf ihren Mund und unsere Zungen begannen mit einem zärtlichen Spiel. „Das ist so wunderschön”, hauchte mir meine Mutter ins Ohr, „so habe ich er mir immer vorgestellt. Das habe ich mir so lange gewünscht. Mach es uns, mach es uns.” Für meine Mom war der Point-of-no-return erreicht. Ich hämmerte meinen Kolben mit immer heftigeren Stößen in sie hinein, war aber selbst noch nicht soweit. Nach kurzer Zeit spürte ich, wie die Muschi, die meinen Schwanz umschloss, heftig zu zucken begann, während meine Mutter einen heftigen Orgasmus herausschrie. Ich stellte meine Stöße ein und ließ meinen verschwitzen Oberkörper auf meine befriedigte Mutter sinken.

Sekunden vergingen, die sich wie Minuten anfühlten. Dann durchbrach meine Mutter die Stille. „Ich liebe Dich, mein Schatz”, hauchte sie in mein Ohr. Unzählige Male hatte ich diesen Satz aus dem Mund dieser Frau in den letzten 21 Jahren gehört. Aber es waren immer die Worte einer liebenden Mutter, nie die Worte einer sexuell erregten Frau. Ich vergaß alle Vorsicht und versank erneut in einen intensiven Zungenkuss mit meiner reifen Liebhaberin.

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“How was your run?”

Eva toweled her face before bending to plant a kiss on Roman’s lips. “Great. Really worked up a sweat, though. Mind if I use your shower?”

Roman chuckled softly. “You’ve been spending the weekend here for several weeks now, babe. I don’t think you have to ask.”

“I know, sorry. Old habits.” Eva leaned in to kiss him again. “Thanks, hun. Back shortly.”

Roman grabbed her wrist as she turned to go. “Wait.”

Eva allowed him to pull her to his lap, but objected when he buried his face in her neck. “Ew, stop, I’m all sweaty! Don’t be gross.”

Roman held her close, his hands caressing the small of her back. His breath was hot on her neck, and she could feel his passion rising beneath her.

Squirming, she finally pulled away. “Seriously! I’m a mess! No makeup, my hair is a disaster and I totally need a shower!”

Roman sighed, frustrated. “Okay, okay. Sorry. Go ahead, get cleaned up.”

Noting the disappointment in his voice, Eva decided to give him a little treat. A preview, of sorts. In a flash, she stripped off her sports bra, followed quickly by her jogging shorts and panties.

Before Roman could so much as close his slacked jaw to try and form a response, Eva bent, gave him one last, lingering kiss, then scampered towards the door. “I won’t be long. Just make sure you have those work emails finished by the time I get back. I promise, the wait will be worth it.”

Eva couldn’t contain her grin as she strode nude out of the bedroom, adding a little shake to her stride that she knew Roman would appreciate, before continuing down the hall towards the bathroom. It had been a long time since she’d felt this comfortable in a relationship. None of her previous ones had ever made it to the Spending The Entire Weekend Together stage. Let alone almost every weekend now for the past two months.

The sex was fantastic, and that helped of course. But the more time she spent with Roman, the more she found she liked him for other reasons besides his rugged good looks and perfectly proportioned cock. He was actually kind, sensitive, still awkwardly shy around her sometimes, but in a truly sweet way.

They also hadn’t got to the Three Big Words stage yet, but Eva understood. Both of them were coming off bad breakups, and while things had been smooth sailing between them so far, neither were in a rush to dive headlong into the commitment those Three Big Words usually led to.

And so, they simply enjoyed each other’s company. When not spending lazy days in bed at his place, they’d take in a movie, or dinner at an affordable restaurant, or just a walk in the park or around the shopping mall.

He’d also occasionally joined her on her morning runs, although he wasn’t as into it as she. He preferred the gym to stay in shape.

Eva of course worked out as well, mostly yoga, and as she stood naked before the bathroom mirror, she admired the results of her efforts. She had to laugh at how 15 year old Eva would have thought 32 was ancient. Now, though, she felt like she was truly in her prime. Not just physically, but mentally as well. She was in a good place in life, and had found herself a good man to share it with.

She was happy.

She was also out of body wash. She’d stored several items at Roman’s since she’d started staying over, even had a box of tampons under the sink. And while she didn’t mind sharing some things, she preferred her own toiletries.

Feeling comfortable and playful enough to remain naked, Eva returned to the bedroom to retrieve the fresh supplies she’d brought with her.

Roman was still at his desk, his back to her. But he was no longer working on his emails. In one hand, he held the shorts and panties she’d removed earlier. His other appeared busy between his legs. She watched as, almost in slow motion, he brought her worn clothing to his nose and inhaled.

Eva gasped in surprise, which of course alerted Roman to her presence. Dropping the garments, he turned, eyes wide with fear and guilt.

“What are you doing?”

“Um… um… nothing. Just…”

The two simply stared at each other for several long moments. Finally, Eva moved towards her overnight bag. “I, um, just had to… I’m gonna go finish my…”

“Eva, wait, don’t go,” Roman called. “Can we… just talk?”

Eva paused at the door, suddenly very aware of her nudity. “Can it wait till after my shower? I’m still…”

“Please, just one minute.”

Eva turned to find him standing, reaching out to her. His arousal was apparent. So was his embarrassment.

Eva considered covering herself up. She considered running for the door. Instead, she put the bag down and moved slowly towards him. He met her halfway, strong arms embracing her. After a moment’s hesitation, she returned the hug.

“I’m sorry, ángel,” Roman began, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Or violate your privacy. I just… this is hard talk about. I just… you smelled so good when you came back from your run. And I… couldn’t help myself.”

“Good?” Eva looked up to meet his eye. “How is my sweat good?’ I’m all dirty and…”

“You’re not dirty, Eva,” Roman insisted. “It’s not like you haven’t bathed in days or something. You went for a run. Your body sweated. It’s not dirt, or filth, it’s just… you.”

“And… and you enjoy that? Me, all sweaty? Smelly? Stinky?”

“You don’t stink, babe. There’s a difference between ‘smell’ and ‘stink,’ believe me. Yes, I like you all sweaty. I love that scent, that smell, even…”

Roman leaned in and licked her neck. “… that taste.”

The mix of hot breath and the touch of his tongue sent a shiver through her body. Again she became quite aware of her nakedness; her petite, ripe body so close to his. She also now noticed his own, masculine scent.

Despite herself, she felt the nipples of her pert breasts swell, sending tingles down through her abdomen and into her intimate regions. His hands caressed her back, running over her smooth, dark skin. Eva marveled at how that simple touch from him still got her wet.

And then his fingers slipped into the crack of her ass, tracing the crevice between her firm, thick glutes. She could feel the sweat that had accumulated there during her run and instinctively tried to pull away. “Roman…”

Removing his hand from her butt, he lifted his fingers to his nose, inhaled, then offered them to her. “Smell yourself, ángel. You’ll see, it’s not gross. It’s not dirty. You smell amazing.”

Her heart racing, Eva took a breath. The scent that hit her nose was strong, but, as Roman had promised, not unpleasant at all.

Eva had smelled herself before of course. Sniffing and licking her wet fingers during and after a good solo session. And she knew from experience that other men had found her scent and taste pleasant enough down there. But of course she’d always taken great care to make sure she was well cleaned first before allowing any lover even close to her. And no one previously had ever expressed any desire to not only smell her sweaty ass, but taste it.

And yet here was Roman, greedily sucking the taste of her from his fingers, his eyes closed, his expression one of pure satisfaction, as if he were dining on a five star meal.

If Eva still had any doubts about the effect of her scent on him, they were dispelled by the rock hard erection she felt pressed up against her as he held her tight. “You really are turned on by this, aren’t you?”

“Oh, God yes,” Roman gasped, still licking at his fingers like a child whose ice cream was melting in the summer sun. “I just hope it’s not too weird for you, ángel. If it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll stop.”

The sincerity on his face made her heart melt. But beneath it she saw his urgent, eager hope that she would approve.

She took just a moment to toy with him, stroking her chin as if in deep thought, before offering up her most alluring smile. “I’m not uncomfortable, mi cariño. In fact…”

Reaching down between her legs, her fingers parted her now very swollen labia, gathering a dollop of the thick, slippery cream that had built up there and brought it to his eager lips. “… I’m just as turned on as you are, see?”

Eva couldn’t help but giggle as Roman eagerly gobbled her fingers, his tongue rolling over and between them, slurping up every drop, his eyes practically rolling in their sockets in sheer pleasure.

And then he was lifting her up off the floor, his strong hands holding firmly under her ass as he carried her the few short steps to the bed.

Eva gasped as he threw her down on the mattress. She had only a moment to again think about the sweaty state of her naked body on the bedsheets before Roman was over her, holding her arms down above her head as he moved in to kiss her with a lust that bordered on primal.

Eva went with it, allowing him to have his way with her. She always enjoyed when her partner took charge, and Roman had always been good that way; forceful, but never uncaring or inconsiderate.

Even now in his heightened state he took the moment to check in with her. “Are you okay, my ángel? I want you, want to worship you, your body, so badly.”

“Sí, papi. Take me, make me yours.”

It was the first time she’d called Roman by that particular term of endearment, but the boyish gleam in his eye and the way he went at her with increased vigor told her she should definitely use it more often.

His hands were everywhere, but not in a random, groping way. Instead he caressed her; soft, soothing, slowly, starting at her neck and shoulders, working his way down her sides, over her hips, back up over her belly to her breasts, cupping them. His fingers met his lips at her nipple; sucking, twisting and pulling at her dark nubs in the way he knew she liked.

Eva moaned as he continued teasing her, but now his mouth was moving its way down her cleavage, his tongue working at her skin, his breathing heavy as he inhaled her.

He then moved to the underside of her breasts. Eva knew just how sweaty she’d gotten there during her run, but Roman didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact he was reveling in it. “You smell… so good… taste… so good, mi dios!”

Lower, ever lower, and now he was worshiping at her navel. Eva couldn’t control her giggles as his tongue tickled away, her pussy now begging for the same attention. Taking fistfulls of his wiry, dark hair in her tiny fists, she pushed his head lower. “Please, papi! Please!”

Roman took her hint. Sliding down, he lingered over her mound for a few moments, sniffing and licking at her neatly trimmed bush before another push from her guided him to the spot in such desperate need.

Eva cried out as his tongue made contact, starting just below her now dripping opening, sliding upwards at a torturously slow pace, parting her dark pink petals, slurping the nectar formed between them, before finally arriving at the tiny pink pearl jutting out from beneath the darker flesh of its hood, throbbing with urgency.

Roman sucked at her clit but broke contact all too soon, his tongue once again moving down her slit, but this time he didn’t stop at the base of her sex.

Eva pulled his head from her before his tongue could probe deeper. “Roman, no! Not there. Not yet. I know you’d enjoy that, I do. But I really did get sweaty down there and… and I’m worried about… um, hygiene.”

Roman looked confused for a moment before understanding. “Ah. Right. Of course. I’m sorry, my ángel. A little too eager of me, I suppose. Do you wish me to stop?”

“No!” Eva cried. “Fuck, no! What I NEED is for you to suck my clit until I cum all over your face. Please! No more teasing!”

With a quick nod, Roman went back to work. His focus now squarely on where it was most needed, Eva soon found herself bucking beneath him, crying out repeatedly, “Oh, sí! Oh sí, sí, sí!!

Her climax came quickly and hard, and now she was simply wailing, tossing her head side to side as colors swam before her closed eyelids.

Eva barely had time to come down from her orgasmic high before Roman took her hips and flipped her over. She eagerly worked with him, assuming the position she knew he wanted: all fours, ass up.

She could feel Roman moving into position behind her. Turning back to gaze up at him, she batted her dark eyes seductively. “Before you fuck me, papi, I thought you were going to eat my ass.”

Roman gulped audibly. “Are you sure, my ángel? Because I can…”

“Roman,” Eva cut him off, “you seriously need to shut up and eat my ass.”

Roman didn’t have to be told a third time. Burying his face between her plump, rounded bum, his tongue immediately found her, this time starting at the base of her vulva but moving away from it, up towards the tight ring of her sphincter, lingering there a moment before continuing its journey to where her glutes met her spine, then immediately tracing back downwards.

The second time he found her ring Eva felt him push, penetrate, and he was tonguing her ass, not deeply, but enough to send shivers through her body and awaken her once again very needy clit.

Reaching between her legs, she rubbed at herself frantically as Roman continued to tongue fuck her, breaking only occasionally to again lick the length of her ass crack, his hands firmly holding her hips as she squirmed from his efforts, squealing repeatedly.

Finally she could take it no more. “Fuck me, papi! Please get up here and fuck me!”

He was on her in an instant, and Eva let out a long, satisfied moan as he worked his way in; her soaked honeypot stretching to accept him, conforming tightly around his thick shaft as he bottomed out deep inside her.

He held his position there for several moments as he often did, simply soaking in the feeling of her warmth and tightness. And then he was pumping. A hard, steady rhythm that shook the bed and caused Eva to become more and more vocal with each thrust.

Roman took a fistful of her long, coal black hair and pulled, not enough to hurt, but only enough to raise her head from the mattress where she’d buried her face, trying to muffle her wails.

Eva looked back, imploring him with her eyes as well as her words. “Harder! Oh, baby, fuck me harder!”

Eva reveled in the feeling of fullness, no longer shy about her cries of passion, nor worried about how wet she was getting, both between her legs and her body in general, as their exertions now had the both of them sweating profusely.

She could smell the scent of their passion, their lust, and it no longer made her uncomfortable or self conscious. Reaching between her legs, she rubbed herself furiously until her fingers were soaked. Stretching her arm behind her, she wordlessly offered them to Roman, who paused long enough to lean in and suck the juices off them.

Then, leaning in still closer, he intoned deeply in her ear, “You taste so fucking good, ángel. You make me so fucking hard for you, can you feel it?”

“Sí, papi,” Eva purred, “I feel you, so hard, so deep inside me, baby. I love it, so much!”

“I love you too, ángel,” Roman responded before returning to his upright position and continuing his relentless pounding.

The gentle curve of his shaft hit her spot just right, and Eva could feel her powerful climax building. Wave upon pulsating wave rippled through her, curling her toes and causing her to toss her head back with a high pitched cry.

She felt Roman swelling, could sense his imminent explosion. “Sí, papi, sí! Fill me up! Oh, baby, fill me up, I can feel you getting bigger, oh, oh fuck I’m gonna…”

Another orgasm took her just as Roman unleashed the first blast of his spunk. His cock pulsed, over and over, gushing deep within her, mixing with her own bodily fluids, leaving her a sticky, squishy mess.

All sense of propriety left her, and as she felt the last of Roman’s powerful orgasm emptying and his erection start to subside, she pulled herself from her startled lover, and, taking him by the shoulders, threw him down on the bed.

Eva quickly straddled him, her pussy directly over his face. Roman watched, wide eyed, as her fingers plunged inside, scooping out the gooey mess of their combined fluids, rubbing it into her still swollen clit. “I need one more, papi! Your cum feels so good, baby, so warm and slippery, I’m gonna cum, baby, gushing all over your, over your face, let you taste me, smell me, let you…OH!”

Eva gasped in shocked wonder as Roman grabbed her hips and, in a flash, his tongue was inside her, thrusting away as she continued madly rubbing at her clit. Drops of moisture flew in all directions and then she was howling in ecstasy, her body trembling uncontrollably, wracked in the grip of another powerful orgasm that left Roman’s face coated in her cream.

Roman refused to stop, and just when Eva thought her orgasm had subsided another struck, then another. For a moment she felt almost out of body, a being of pure energy and pleasure.

Finally she begged off, unable to take anymore. Rolling off of him, Eva collapsed to the bed with an uncontrollable mix of laughter and sobbing, her emotions a whirlwind.

Roman held her trembling body tight, comforting her, caressing her gently, as she slowly regathered herself. They lay together in silence, the only sound the slow deceleration of their breathing.

Finally, Eva lifted her head from his shoulder. She wiped the moisture of her happy tears from her eyes. “Oh, Roman, that was… wow. I’ve never… that was the most… oh, God, I hope I wasn’t too…”

“Shush, ángel, shush,” Roman chided her gently. “That was… beautiful. Amazing. So fucking hot.”

Eva blushed upon getting a better look at him. “Oh, God baby, your face! You’re a mess! I’m sorry, I…”

“Eva, stop.” Roman’s voice was more firm this time. “I know what you’re feeling, and I’m telling you: don’t. Don’t you ever feel embarrassed, or ashamed. That was the hottest fucking sex I’ve ever had with anyone, ever. Don’t you EVER apologize for being passionate, for expressing your desires with me.”

With a boyish grin, he wiped a dollop of her cream from his chin with a finger and popped it into his mouth. “And especially never apologize for the mess you leave behind for me, ángel. Okay?”

Eva nodded. “Okay.”

They lay in each other’s arms, simply basking in the afterglow, for several minutes.

Eva felt herself drifting off, thinking about the incredible intimacy and passion she’d just shared with this man, when suddenly something he’d said earlier came back to her in a rush.

“Roman?” Eva began tentatively, not even sure she should ask. “Did… did you say..

earlier, when we were… um, I thought I heard you say you… um, loved me?”

Roman sat up with a start. “Did I? When?”

“When you were fucking me,” Eva reminded him, “I turned back to you and said ‘I love it,’ and then you…”

“Oh! Shit. I thought you said…I heard… and then I… right. I’m… I’m sorry, Eva. Did that make it weird?”

“No, It’s okay,” Eva assured him. “It wasn’t weird. Just… unexpected.”

Silence held for a few moments. Then:

“Did… did you mean it?”

Roman took a moment before responding. “Yes. Yes, I meant it. I know it felt like the heat of the moment, something blurted out in passion. And I didn’t necessarily want the first time I said it to be during sex because, well, exactly that. That you’d think I only said it out of lust. But…”

Roman took Eva by the chin, lifting her face upwards to meet his eyes. “But I meant it, Eva. I do love you. Very much. I haven’t felt this comfortable with a woman, this free to express myself, to be myself, without judgment, in… well, ever, really. And I’ve never been happier.

Eva again felt her eyes welling up with moisture. “Me too, hun. And it’s okay, I don’t mind that you said it during sex. In fact, I don’t mind at all. Because I love you too, Roman. And I think it took what we just shared to make me realize just how much.”

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