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Ils étaient là, comme chaque soir, assis sur leurs scooters, le casque à la main, d’autres appuyés contre la rampe d’accès du Monoprix, le dernier assis dans les marches.

N’avaient-ils rien d’autre à faire de leurs soirées que de rester plantés devant un supermarché à mater les gens qui passent?

Chloé pouvait sentir leurs regards alors quelle allait acheter les quelques courses qui lui manquait. Elle pouvait sentir leurs regards chaque soir. Elle savait qu’en sortant du métro, systématiquement, elle aurait le droit à ces regards indécents, elle aurait le droit à leurs yeux voyeurs cherchant à capter le moindre morceau de peau qu’elle laisserait entrevoir…

Aucun ne dirait rien, ça non, ils ne disaient jamais rien, bien trop lâches. Mais les regards parleraient pour eux..

Ce soir il lui manquait 2-3 trucs pour le repas, la voila donc partie pour une double dose: dévisagée à l’entrée et se faire mater le cul à la sortie…Ces mecs ne se gênant absolument pas.

C’était presque trop prévisible alors que sortant du supermarché, elle se retournait pour les voir regarder son jean…bande de pervers.

Posant ses courses sur la petite table de bar de son studio, elle se jeta dans le canapé, et déboutonnant son jean, commença à se toucher après l’avoir poussé à ses genoux. Elle les imaginait tous ses porcs, en train de la reluquer.

Frottant son clitoris avec hargne, elle les voyait tous ces connards, observant ses formes, s’imaginant la baiser, se voyant déjà la mettre dans leur lit… elle les détestait.

Ne parvenant à rien comme chaque soir, elle remontait son jean, frustrée, les haïssant un peu plus que la veille alors qu’elle rangeait ses compotes dans le frigo. Préparant son diner. Elle les détestait jusqu’à aller se coucher devant sa série Netflix du moment.

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Le lendemain était encore pire, elle était sortie du métro et tous trop occupés à mater une femme au moins 15 ans plus vieille qu’elle portant un chemisier blanc légèrement échancré, seul un d’eux l’avait regardé. Ils n’étaient que des espèces de robots détecteur de chair, le moindre bout de peau leur suffisait, peu importe la qualité, putain d’animaux.

Elle n’avait même pas envie de se toucher ce soir là, elle savait que ca ne servirait à rien, mais elle le fît tout de même, frustrée avant même de commencer et encore d’avantage après. Elle broyait du noir alors qu’une fois de plus elle van escort tentait d’oublier. Trainant devant la dernière saison de sa série alors que son téléphone affichait 2h du matin, se retournant sans trouver le sommeil dans son lit pendant encore de longues minutes après.

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Aujourd’hui c’était décidé, elle sortirait de cette boucle infernale, elle ne laisserait ces salops envahir sa journée, contrôler son plaisir. Elle enfilerait ce joli décolleté qu’elle n’osait jamais et l’associerait à ce pantalon blanc qui laissait transparaitre la forme de sa culotte mais sous lequel elle enfila un petit tanga rouge qu’elle réservait habituellement aux rendez-vous pour lesquels elle avait une seconde intention.

Ces adaptations firent leur effet, et toute la journée elle voyait ses hommes dont le regard se perdait entre ses petits seins et sur ses fesses, certains moins discrets que d’autres.

Dans le métro l’un d’eux avait même semblé hypnotisé, se perdant complètement dans sa poitrine. Oubliant l’alliance qu’il portait, voila que ce porc la matait ouvertement, oubliant également qu’au sommet de ses petits seins trônaient une personne, et que cette personne c’était elle, équipée d’une paire d’yeux qui voyait son regard de pervers.

Lorsque ce crétin s’en rappela, elle lui jeta un regard glacé, qu’il se sente honteux de sa façon d’être. Et alors que la queue entre les pattes il regardait ses chaussures, elle n’avait eu qu’à rajuster un peu son soutien pour que directement, d’un geste automatique, ses yeux plongent à nouveaux sur son décolleté. Putain d’animaux…

Devant le Monoprix, le groupe de puceaux la regardait avec insistance, mais cela ne lui faisait plus rien, qu’ils se fassent plaisir à regarder, elle s’en fichait. Achetant ses tomates et une mozza, elle pris même une petite bouteille de Prosecco et leur lança un sourire satisfaite leur souhaitant une bonne soirée alors qu’ils étaient tous braqués sur elle à la sortie du supermarché.

“Bonne soirée Mademoiselle”

Victorieuse, elle regagna son appartement. Mettant le Prosecco au frais, elle enleva son pantalon et sa culotte, et posant ses talons sur la canapé ou elle venait de s’assoir, commença à se toucher les jambes bien écartée.

Elle repensait à tout ses hommes qui l’avaient matée aujourd’hui, qui l’avait regardé comme un bout de viande, qui voulait cette petite chatte qu’elle seule yalova escort caressait en ce moment, comme ils aimeraient l’avoir… Elle se caressa longuement, intensément, et même si elle ne réussit pas à jouir, c’était tellement bon. Elle se sentait déjà bien mieux et c’est un peu plus tranquille même si toujours insatisfaite qu’elle remis sa culotte par dessus son sexe trempée avant de préparer le diner.

Etait-ce le Prosecco ou ses caresses? Toujours est-il qu’elle dormit comme un ange sans même le besoin d’allumer la tv.

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Au réveil, Chloé se sentait prête à attaquer la journée avec une énergie qu’elle n’avait plus eu depuis un moment. Un petit top blanc sans soutien combinant parfaitement avec sa jupe devrait lui permettre de reproduire l’effet de la veille.

C’était effectivement le cas, et à la fac ce n’était pas seulement ses collègues mais même certains profs qu’elle avait surpris à observer la pointe de ses tétons se dessinant contre son vêtement. Ils étaient tous si obsédé par deux simple mamelons dessinant une forme sur tissue, espérant en voir mieux les détails. Tous des porcs assoiffés de ses seins, même ce professeur qui ne devait plus bander depuis bien longtemps ne cessait de jeter des regards…

Quand sa collègue de classe l’invita à les accompagner boire un verre après les cours, elle accepta contrairement à ses habitudes. Elle perdrait certainement le regard des loser du supermarché mais aujourd’hui elle voulait sortir un peu et profiter de sa bonne humeur.

Elle sortie donc mais pas trop tard. Il était à peine minuit quand elle s’excusa, s’inquiétant de la fermeture du métro. Titubant un peu jusqu’à sa station, elle se rendit compte qu’il était de toute façon temps pour elle de rentrer, le dernier verre ayant joué sur son sens de l’équilibre plus qu’elle ne l’avait imaginée.

Sans surprise les jeunes du Monoprix n’étaient plus là, ils avaient du partir à la fermeture et les rues étaient presque vides. Deux jeunes sans-abris allongés sur des cartons fumaient et la regardèrent passer sans un mot.

Tournant dans sa rue, pensant à ce qu’elle regarderait ce soir, elle entendit comme sorti de nulle part : “Hééé mademoiiiselle”.

Il avait beuglé au travers de la rue comme un sauvage et arrivait en courant vers elle. Il venait de passer devant son appartement et fonçait dans sa direction, elle n’avait nul part où se çorlu escort réfugier.

Son coeur s’accélèra, elle aurait voulu courir mais ne savait ni où ni comment, ses jambes semblaient avoir arrêté de fonctionner.

La panique l’envahit, elle ne voulait pas qu’il lui fasse de mal, elle ne voulait pas que ses idées se réalisent.

Son coeur allait lacher, sa gorge se serrait, il n’était plus qu’à quelques métres et elle ne parvenait même pas à respirer.

Devait-elle hurler à l’aide? Au secours? Non ce n’est pas vrai, ca ne pouvait pas arriver, pas ici, pas comme ça…

“Savez où est le métro? ca fait 10 minutes que je cherche, j’vais louper le dernier!”

Ne parvenant même pas à parler, elle tendit son bras en direction de ce dernier, et tout en ayant un rapide regard sur ses tétons pointants au travers de son haut, la remercia et parti.

Dans l’ascenceur, elle tremblait comme jamais, elle ne pouvait croire ce qui venait de se passer… Elle était passée à deux doigts de se faire violer…

Un peu ivre et encore palpitante, elle se jeta dans son canapé, baissant à peine son pantalon elle glissa sa main entre ses jambes et se caressa énergiquement, pensant à son agresseur. L’imaginant la toucher au milieu de la rue, l’attrapant par la gorge et la menaçant si elle émettait le moindre bruit.

Elle le voyait la forcer à taper le digicode de son immeuble avant de la jeter au sol dans le hall de son immeuble, ces genoux heurtant violemment le carrelage. Elle l’imaginer, agrippant ses cheveux d’une main alors qu’il déboutonnait son pantalon de l’autre, la forçant à le sucer avant de lui arracher son haut, exposant ses seins, les empoignant fermements.

Elle se caressa encore un peu plus fort quand elle le vit relever sa jupe et lui enlever sa culotte pour s’insérer en elle, la prendre contre le mur avant de la jeter au sol à nouveau, s’étalant au dessus d’elle et la pilonnant contre le carrelage froid jusqu’à ce qu’il la remplisse de sa semence non désirée…

Un long râle retentit dans son appartement alors que dans un jet de plaisir violent elle jouissait pour la première fois depuis des semaines, sa petite chatte se transformant en fontaine alors que ses jambes tremblait frénétiquement sous l’effet du plaisir.

Elle y était arrivée, enfin.

…

Reprenant doucement ses esprits sur le canapé trempé, elle rejoignait la douche, le corps en sueur et les jambes fragiles et humides.

Sous l’eau chaude elle pouvait enfin se détendre, elle savait qu’un jour ce ne serait pas ses doigts qui la satisferait mais la bite bien dur d’un total inconnu qui l’abuserait.

Ce soir, elle dormirait la porte ouverte…

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That Night in Vegas – A Soccer Women Story

[This story occurs “off stage” during Soccer Women 3 and the beginning of Soccer Women 4. It is theoretically a standalone story. It takes place at the end of the night and the next day of Katie and Melanie’s Bachelorette Party. It is about what happened after Jessica got Jo and Margaret to come back to her room and maneuvered Carol to go to Jen’s room. If you know what that means, you are fine to read this story. If you don’t really care what that means, there is enough explanation to have the story make sense. If you want to know what this means, please read the other stories first to set the stage for you.]

“So, what the hell is going on?” Jo Napoli did not understand why her girlfriend (Margaret Reinhart) and this Jessica Williams chick (who was somehow connected to Carol Rogers but was someone Jo did not know at all) had pulled her into Jessica and Carol’s room and sent Carol off to Jen Smith’s room.

Carol Rogers was the mother of Katie Rogers and Jen Smith was the mother of Melanie Smith. Katie and Melanie were going to be married in a few months. Jo and Margaret had been the hosts of Katie and Melanie’s joint Bachelorette Party which had just finished for the night as a rousing success.

Katie, Melanie and Jo were all teammates on the Women’s Soccer Team at their University. Margaret was a Cheerleader there as well. That is where they had all met. Jo and Margaret were dating and things seemed to be getting serious. Both Jo and Margaret had extensive and varied sexual histories and neither was adverse to recreational sexual experiences. In fact, Jo and Margaret had originally been a recreational sexual experience for each other.

Neither Katie nor Melanie had any sexual partners before each other and wanted to consider possibly expanding their horizons a little. Jo had been more than willing to help them and the three of them started a sexual relationship to go along with their existing friendship. Katie and Melanie did not wish to move beyond adding Jo into their lives. However, Jo continued with her escapades.

It was around this time that Jo and Margaret had met. Jo managed to convince Katie and Melanie to include Margaret in their fun. The thing was, instead of bringing Katie and Melanie further into the recreational scene, the influence of being around Katie and Melanie (and seeing their love for each other) impacted Jo and Margaret. Soon Jo and Margaret were spending more time with Katie and Melanie (and each other) and less time with anyone else. It was not that they stopped seeing anyone else, but now Jo and Margaret were pairing up with each other to engage in their recreational activities.

As part of the set up for the Bachelorette Party, Katie’s mother and Melanie’s mother had been invited to come as well. They would get a day with just their daughters before everyone else got there. At the time of the planning, Jen was in a relationship with Susan McPherson. Since Susan would be coming along with Jen, Carol was able to bring a “plus one” as well. Carol’s husband (and Katie’s Father) Paul had died in a plane crash less than two year prior. Currently single, Carol invited Jessica Williams to the party as her plus one.

Carol and Jessica had an interesting relationship. They had initially met when Jessica was the third for a threesome with Carol and Paul. Carol had remained in touch with Jessica and over time Carol became almost a surrogate Mother for Jessica. Jessica’s own mother had died when she was young and her step-mother had turned her own father against her. Jessica had no relationship with her parents at all. Carol, with her nurturing disposition, filled the void for Jessica.

When Paul died, Jessica had come to his funeral and that eventually led to Katie and her two older sisters finding out that their mother and father had entered the swinging lifestyle shortly before Paul’s untimely death. They also learned that their mother had a previously ongoing relationship with another woman. Although she never told them who it had been, that other woman had been Jen Smith.

When Katie told Melanie everything that Carol had told her, Katie and Melanie thought that the facts added up to this unknown woman being Jen Smith. Melanie hated her mother’s girlfriend Susan. Ever since they had made their guess about Carol and Jen’s previous relationship, Melanie had been trying to find a way to break up her mother and Susan and get Carol and her mother together. It turns out she was not the only one with that plan in mind.

As mentioned, the relationship between Carol and Jessica was unique. It was a pseudo mother-daughter relationship, but they continued to have sex when they could actually be together. Carol lived in the Midwest United States and Jessica lived in New Mexico, United States. Carol had called out Jen’s name during sex on three different occasions with Jessica. So, Jessica eventually confronted Carol about Jen. Jessica learned that Carol was in fact in love with adana escort Jen. But back then she was still married to Paul and with Katie and Melanie being so close, it just seemed that the relationship between Carol and Jen was unworkable.

Jen eventually had to move on and she started her relationship with Susan. Jen had hoped that Carol would be happy for her and that they could at least stay friends even if they could not be lovers anymore. However, Carol had behaved terribly to Jen, consumed by her own jealousy (though at that time she could not admit that even to herself). It was after all this that Carol and Paul had first met Jessica and had their incredible day and night of sex.

After Paul’s death, Carol drove out and spent a weekend with Jessica. In between the sex (which was when Carol called out Jen’s name that third time), Jessica and Carol also spent a lot of time talking about Carol’s feelings for Jen. Carol finally faced her jealousy and the fact that deep down she was still in love with Jen. Jessica helped Carol see that even if it was not meant to be, her love for Jen was still a good thing and she should find a way to at least repair the friendship they had shared. But Jessica knew how much Carol still loved Jen and how happy it would make Carol if that part of her past could rekindle in the future.

That night in Vegas when Carol had invited Jessica to come to her daughter’s Bachelorette Party, the situation had now changed. Jen and Susan had broken up and Jen was single. Jessica got Jen alone for a while and was able to discover that Jen still had feelings for Carol just as she already knew Carol was still in love with Jen. It was just that both women assumed the other had moved on and that the burgeoning love affair they’d had several years before could never be restarted.

During the Bachelorette Party, Jessica had almost succeeded in getting Carol and Jen to re-spark that old flame. Unfortunately, they were interrupted with more party events and the sparks failed to ignite. However, as the night was wrapping up, Jessica saw another opportunity to try again and she quickly put this new plan into action.

Jessica asked Margaret to get Jo and bring them to her and Carol’s hotel room and she would explain everything once they were inside. Jessica then went to Carol and asked if she could have the room for a supposed tryst with Jo and Margaret. For reasons explained elsewhere, Jo and Margaret’s room was not available so Carol would need somewhere else to sleep. Acting like this was not her plan all along, Jessica asked Jen if Carol could stay in her room for the night.

Neither Jen nor Carol knew about Jessica’s plan. They both were aware that Melanie had been trying to get them together. Had Melanie suggested this, they would have seen right through it. But not expecting any underlying plan from Jessica, they agreed to the arrangements. Carol and Jen went off to Jen’s room. At that point, Jessica was hoping the two would rediscover their lost love. Now Jessica just had to explain “what the hell was going on.” to Jo and Margaret.

Jessica looked at Jo and Margaret and said, “It would take too long to explain it all so I will just tell you. I am trying to get Carol and Jen together and I think if I can get them to be alone with each other, it just might work out.”

Margaret’s response was to ask Jessica, “Are you working with Melanie?”

“WHAT!?!” This came from both Jessica and Jo.

Margaret directed her answer only to Jessica, “Are you working with Melanie? It’s a simple enough question.”

“Working on what with Melanie?” Jo asked.

However, Jessica ignored Jo and answered back to Margaret, “No. I had no idea that Melanie was working to get her mom with Carol.”

“Working on what with Carol?” asked Jo still completely befuddled but still being totally left out of the conversation now going on between Jessica and Margaret.

Jessica asked Margaret, “So how much do you know?”

“I know a lot. I know that Katie’s mom and dad had a threesome with Melanie’s mom and I know that Katie’s mom and Melanie’s mom were lovers at some point as well.”

“Wait, what?” interjected Jo, again to no avail.

Margaret kept on going, “I know that Katie’s mom and dad had a threesome with you at some point too. That’s how Katie’s mom and you first met.”

This news left Jo dumbstruck and she now just looked back between Jessica and Margaret wondering if this was all some bad dream she was having passed out in her own hotel room near the toilet.

Margaret concluded, “And I know that ever since Katie’s dad died, Melanie has been trying to find a way to get her mom and Katie’s mom together, even when Melanie’s mom was living with that Susan lady.”

Jessica had not given anything away and with her still intact poker face asked Margaret, “And how is it that you think you know these things?”

“Carol told Katie, Katie told Melanie and Melanie told me.”

“Okay, STOP! Both ankara escort of you.” Jo had had enough. “You both seem to know a lot of stuff and I know none of this.” First, she turned to Margaret. “When did Melanie tell you all this stuff?”

“Over the past year or so. You and Katie are always talking about soccer, but Melanie and I talk about other stuff.” Margaret now turned back to Jessica. “Melanie is not sure about the full extent of Carol and her mom’s relationship. Melanie did notice how much happier her mom had been when her mom and Carol were friends. They bonded much like Katie and Melanie did.

“Then Melanie saw how Susan coming into her mom’s life seemed to impact the relationship with Carol. When Carol told Katie about having had a relationship with an unnamed woman but that it was over, Katie and Melanie started putting all the pieces together. Melanie never liked Susan much anyway and so she has been trying to find a way to get her mom and Carol back together.”

Jo now turned to Jessica, “How much of this is news to you?”

“All of it really. It sounds like Melanie is making guesses and filling in blanks with what she would like to be true. I certainly had no idea she was trying to get Carol and Jen together.”

Jo now started to go at Jessica like she was cross-examining a witness at a trial. “You said you are trying to get Carol and Jen together?”

“Yes.”

“Just like Melanie is?”

“I did not know she was but it does sound like it.”

“So, it seems Melanie trying to do the same thing as you, it seems like Melanie is a pretty good guesser and it seems like her ‘filler’ is pretty solid?”

“Well…yeah…I guess.”

“So, you want to see them back together?”

“Yeah.”

“That would make Carol happy?”

“Yes.”

“And that would make Jen happy?”

“It appears so from what Melanie has told Margaret.”

“Because they were happy when they were together before?”

“Yeah. At least I know Carol was. I don’t kn…” Jessica stopped and unconsciously brought her hand to her mouth but it was too late. Jo sat there with a smile like the Cheshire Cat. Realizing she had unintentional spilled the beans, Jessica said to Jo, “You should become a lawyer.”

“I’ve already taken the LSAT and applied to a few schools.” Jo said triumphantly, still broadly smiling. So now we know that Carol and Jen were lovers at some point before this Susan person came around.”

At this point Margaret chimed in. “Jessica, it is not going to be a problem that you let this slip. I will have to tell Melanie at some point. Melanie and Katie are our best friends. We are very close and we would never do anything to hurt them, and by extension hurt their mothers. Besides, all you’ve done is just confirm something that Melanie already believes is true. Even though it wass, as you said, guess work and filling in the blanks; she already thinks of it as established fact.”

“Well, thank you. Carol is a very private person and I know she would not want me to tell anyone what she and I have spoken about with her relationship with Jen and how she still feels. I get that you can’t not tell Melanie, but please make sure it is clear to her that it was unintentional. Jo tricked me.”

“I didn’t trick you. I just cross-examined you.” They all chuckled at this. While the laughter died down Jo again looked at Jessica. “Look, I am not trying to get you to give us information, but I am curious about something. If it’s true you had a threesome with Carol and Paul that had to have been a few years ago?”

“Yes, it was.” answered Jessica.

“And you were Carol’s plus one here for this weekend. So does that mean that you have continued to have a relationship with Carol; one that still includes a sex?”

“My relationship with Carol is very…complicated.” Now she looked at Margaret, “You know what it’s like to not have a mother in your life. Well, in some ways, Carol has taken on that role for me. She has encouraged and nurtured me like a mother would. And because of the distance, most of our interaction is over the phone or electronic. But when we do get to actually be with each other, we have amazing sex. Not very mother-daughter like that’s for sure.”

“Well, if your plan works, won’t that mean there is a chance that your relationship with Carol might end?”

“I am sure it won’t end completely. I am positive we would stay friends, but yeah, the sex part would probably end.”

Jo continued to press, “Well then why would you do it? You very well could have been here right now with Carol. And I can only imagine how much fun that would be. So why push her off into Jen’s room, hoping that the two of them will hook up and leave you out of the picture, sexually at least.”

This was a very good question and Margaret sat up so she could hear the answer as well. Despite it being what seemed like a difficult question, Jessica smiled and answered right away. “Because I know that she is in love with adıyaman escort Jen. We have a very special relationship that I treasure, but the way she feels about Jen; she has never felt that way about me. Three different times while we have been intimate with each other, she has called out Jen’s name.”

Margaret and Jo both giggled at this. When they stopped, Jo did ask “Did that piss you off, her calling out someone else’s name?”

“Surprisingly, no. I was intrigued by it at first but she wouldn’t talk about it. After the third time I made her tell me. By then we had the kind of relationship where she could confide to me all of her feelings for Jen. I love Carol. Maybe not the way she loves Jen or the way Melanie and Katie love each other, but I do love her. If the price I have to pay to see her with Jen is that her and I never have sex again, I’ll pay that price every time. It’s not even a question for me.”

Jo and Margaret sat silently taking all that in. Finally, Margaret asked, “I don’t know Carol well but I know Katie. She is a lovely person and so I would guess Carol is as well.”

“She is the most amazing person I have ever met in my life. She is always looking out for everyone else to make sure they are happy and fulfilled. She is selfless almost to a fault.”

Jessica had been speaking to both of them, but now she looked directly at Margaret. “You know that information channel Melanie has, well it works both ways. So, word got back to Carol about your situation with your mom and your stepmom. Do you think it was just a coincidence that you and I sat next to each other tonight and I was able to talk to you about it and share my experiences with you? Carol set that up. She knew my history and thought my sharing it with you might be helpful for you.”

“But she doesn’t even know me. We only just met.” Margaret seemed surprised at this bit of information.

Jessica just smiled and said, “That’s Carol. She doesn’t know you. But you’re friends with her daughter and she heard about you and knew I might have some insight that could help you and so she made sure the circumstances allowed us to talk.”

“What you said was very helpful by the way.”

“When did this happen?” asked Jo.

Margaret smiled and her and said, ‘I’m sure you were regaling everyone else with some soccer story while Jessica and I had that conversation.”

Jessica looked at Margaret and said, “Well I’m glad it helped. But don’t forget the whole thing was set up by Carol. That is who she is. She always takes care of everyone else. So, I desperately want to help her out for once. And with Jen, I might be able to help her with the thing she wants most in the world.”

Again, there was a brief silence although it was Jo who broke this one. “Katie is the same way with the team. She is always talking to everyone and making sure they are okay and helping them out. She can be a real hard ass when you screw something up, but mostly she is there with encouragement and support.”

“Well, I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

“I hope not.” said Jo.

“And what does that mean?” Jessica caught Jo off guard as Jo had not intended to say that out loud.

“Well…I…I don’t think I can say.”

“Oh, come on, after my big reveal? Spill it.”

“Well, it’s just I had this picture of Katie in one of her mother’s dresses. She looks really good in it and I guess I want to think that Katie would look that good when she’s her mom’s age.”

“Let me see the photo.” Jessica asked.

“Well…I’m not sure I still have it.”

Margaret now looked at Jo and smiled. “Jo, I know you still have those pictures. I don’t mind that you still look at them from time to time. Melanie has shown them to me. She still has the originals she took and sent to you. Katie looks amazing in them. I am not upset you still have them. Go ahead and show them to Jessica.”

Jo was a little sheepish about getting caught but since she was not in trouble, she got her phone, went to the private files, and found the photos. She showed them to Jessica.

“WOW!” was Jessica’s reaction.

Jo replied, “Right? Katie is so hot. That dress is not exactly her size but Melanie said that Katie looks just like her mom at the same age so she will probably look like her mom when she is her mom’s age now.”

Jessica said, “Yeah, I mean, Katie is a very beautiful young woman as well. But I bought that dress for Carol. I got it specifically because I knew she would look hot in it. I saw her dressed in it once. God, she was a vision. I had forgotten about it though.”

“Wait, you’ve seen Carol in this dress?”

“Yes Jo. In that dress and out of it.”

Jo’s mouth hung open for a few seconds. Then she looked over quickly at Margaret and then down to the floor.

Margaret said to Jessica, “You’ll have to excuse her. She’s had a crush on Katie’s mom for a while now. She plays it off as if it’s just a joke to get under Katie’s skin, but I know it is deeper than that.” She turned now to Jo and said, “I’m not mad about it, Jo. It is a fantasy of yours but for a host of reasons we all know it cannot happen. But I am not jealous you feel that way about her. I am sure it would be an amazing experience.” Now turning to Jessica she asked, “Am I right?”

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Als ich aus der kurzen Orgasmus-bedingten Bewusstlosigkeit erwachte, versuchte ich zuerst einen klaren Gedanken zu fassen.

Wo war ich?

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Die Antwort war einfach: Ich war eine Katze!

Ich saß kniend auf einer weichen Unterlage und blickte durch einen Zwei-Wege-Spiegel in ein angrenzendes Zimmer.

Langsam kamen die Erinnerungen zurück. Der wahnsinnige Orgasmus schien mir einige Sekunden geraubt zu haben. Die Brünette auf dem Bett war die Hausherrin, Linda Behrens. Sie wurde gerade ausgiebig von einem sehr jungen, rothaarigen Mädchen geleckt.

Der Blick durch den Spiegel war erregend, aber gleichzeitig geschah etwas viel Aufregenderes!

Jemand leckte meine Möse. Ich spürte Lippen und Zähne, die an meinen Schamlippen saugten und knabberten, kurz darauf eine spielende Zunge an meiner Klitoris.

Ich senkte meinen Kopf und blickte unter meinen Bauch nach hinten. Dort lag ein Kopf mit schwarzen, langen Haaren. Sofort beschleunigte sich mein Puls, und ich spürte ein warmes Kribbeln im Magen. Claire!

„Oh, meine Königin”, stammelte ich lusterfüllt.

Claire löste ihren Mund und flüsterte: „Gefällt es dir, Süße?”

„Fester. Oh!”

Ich drückte meinen Unterleib auf ihren Mund, rieb meine Möse an den Zähnen und genoss das orale Verwöhnprogramm.

Kurz hob ich meinen Kopf und blickte durch den Zwei-Wege-Spiegel in den Nebenraum. Es war nur noch das junge rothaarige Mädchen anwesend. Die Hausherrin schien das Zimmer verlassen zu haben.

Aber noch etwas hatte sich verändert. Die Rothaarige war gefesselt! Um die Handgelenke lagen Manschetten, die mit Seilen am rückwärtigen Bettgestell festgezurrt waren. Das gleiche war mit den Beinen geschehen. Die weit gespreizten Schenkel gaben einen prima Einblick auf ihre blank rasierte Intimzone. Hm. Das gefiel mir. Ich würde sehr gerne in das Fleisch beißen.

Oh!

Wie kam ich auf die Idee, in das Fleisch einer gefesselten Frau beißen zu wollen?

War eine Katze auch ein Raubtier?

Wenn ja, und ich teilweise auch ein Raubtier war, wäre das die Erklärung dafür, dass ich regelmäßig Mäuse tötete?

Während ich darüber nachdachte, hörte ich, wie eine Tür geöffnet wurde. Ich spürte die Anwesenheit einer weiteren Person im Raum. Ich hob meinen Kopf und schnüffelte. Es roch nach Schweiß und Scheidensekret. Diesmal war es nicht mein eigener Duft, den ich einatmete.

Ich drehte meinen Kopf und erkannte Linda Behrens. Sie ging durch den Raum und blieb neben mir stehen. Ich konnte aus kürzester Entfernung ihren nackten Körper betrachten. Die haarlose Spalte verströmte einen sehr intensiven Duft, der mich erregte.

Leider hörte Claire zu lecken auf, kroch zwischen meinen Schenkeln hervor und stand auf.

„Und?”, fragte Linda Behrens.

Claire lächelte, beugte sich zu mir herunter, strich mir sanft über den Kopf und sagte: „Brave Katze.”

„Katze?”, hakte die Hausherrin nach.

„Ja.”

„Das könnte Probleme für dich geben.”

„Was meinst du?”

„Katzen laufen davon, wenn sie der Nähe zu Menschen überdrüssig sind. Ich habe einige Erfahrungen mit menschlichen Haustieren gesammelt”

„Du hast recht. Amy ist schon mehrfach davongelaufen.”

„Das solltest du verhindern, Claire.”

„Was meinst du damit, Linda?”

Die beiden Frauen sprachen miteinander, als wäre ich nicht anwesend, oder würde sie nicht verstehen können.

„Es sind drei Punkte, die ich dir empfehlen würde.”

„Ich bin neugierig.”

„Wenn sie sich wirklich für eine Katze hält, könnte es sich um eine dissoziative Identitätsstörung handeln.”

„Wie lässt sich das behandeln?”

„Zuerst solltest du dich selbst fragen, ob du es behandeln lassen möchtest. Es könnte dir gefallen, wenn deine Freundin regelmäßig das Verhalten einer Katze annimmt. Das erhält den Reiz und die Spannung einer Beziehung und der Sexualität”, antwortete Linda.

„Und wenn wir es doch behandeln lassen wollen?”

„Das ist nur durch einen längeren stationären Aufenthalt in einer geeigneten Einrichtung möglich. Anschließend wird sie täglich Tabletten nehmen müssen.”

„Du sprachst von drei Punkten, die du mir empfehlen würdest, Linda.”

„Ich habe dir gerade die Therapiemöglichkeit gesagt, die mich das Studium lehrte. Aber ich machte die Erfahrungen, dass diese Phobie durch eigene Wahrnehmungen oder durch die Erinnerungen an bestimmte Ereignisse hervorgerufen wurde. Wenn sie sich einer vertrauten Person öffnet, über alles spricht, könnte der Patient mit der Phobie den Alltag bewältigen. Man muss Wege finden, mit den Symptomen umzugehen. Es wären keine Tabletten nötig.”

„Hast du schon die Erfahrungen gemacht, dass ein offenes Gespräch über die Auslöser der Phobie möglich ist?”, erkundigte sich Claire.

„Wenn sie die Fluchthülle annimmt, völlig entspannt und vertraut ist, dann kann man über ardahan escort ihre wahre Identität sprechen. Sie würde sich verhalten, als erzählt sie über eine dritte Person.”

„Danke, das klingt plausibel. Was ist deine dritte Empfehlung?”

Linda Behrens lächelte hintergründig und antwortete: „Einer Katze empfehle ich ein Halsband.”

„Ein Halsband?”

„Ich zeige es dir.”

Die Hausherrin verließ den Raum. Claire ging in die Hocke und blickte mir tief in die Augen.

„Ich liebe dich, Amy”, flüsterte sie.

„Es wird mir warm ums Herz, wenn du das sagst.”

„Das ist schön. Es tut mir leid, dass ich in deiner Anwesenheit mit Linda über dich besprochen habe. Ich möchte dir einfach helfen. Das verstehst du, ja?”

„Ich glaube schon.”

„Es wird nichts geschehen, dass du nicht möchtest. Ich werde dir niemals wehtun. Du kannst mir völlig vertrauen.”

„Das tue ich.”

Sie beugte sich herunter und küsste mich sanft auf den Mund.

Während dem Kuss trat Linda wieder ein. In der rechten Hand hielt sie ein schwarzes Lederhalsband mit einer langen Leine.

„Das meinst du jetzt nicht ernst, oder?”, fragte Claire erstaunt.

„Wenn Amy sich in der Identität einer Katze aufhält, braucht sie Vertrauen und Sicherheit. Durch das Halsband weiß sie, dass sie zu dir gehört, sie dir vertrauen kann, du sie beschützt. Das wird ihr helfen.”

„Ein Halsband?”

„Du solltest es versuchen. Wenn du eine abweisende Reaktion bei ihr bemerkst, dann kannst du es wieder ablegen.”

„Hm. Ich weiß nicht.”

„Probiere es einfach aus.”

„Ich kann doch der Frau, die ich liebe, kein Halsband anlegen!”

„Wenn man einen Menschen wirklich liebt, dann tut man alles, damit es ihm wieder besser geht. Du willst ihr helfen, einen Weg finden, wie sie mit der Phobie leben kann, dann solltest du nicht in engstirnigen Schubladen denken, sondern dich für neue Wege öffnen”, erklärte Linda Behrens.

„Na gut. Ein Versuch kann nicht schaden.”

Claire nahm das Halsband und die Leine. Skeptisch blickte sie mich an.

„Kommst du bitte zu mir, Amy.”

Ich starrte das Halsband an. Es gefiel mir nicht. Ich wollte kein Halsband tragen. Warum hätte ich nicht sagen können, denn ich habe noch nie eines getragen. Daher beschloss ich vorerst, mich nicht zu rühren.

„Katzen reagieren nicht so, wie man es wünscht. Das ist der Unterschied zu Hunden, die gehorchen, wenn man es befiehlt”, meinte Linda Behrens grinsend.

„Sollte ich es trotzdem versuchen?”

„Du bist die Herrin der Katze!”

„Hm”, meinte Claire und kam zu mir.

Sie kauerte sich neben mich und kraulte meinen Nacken.

„Wir sprachen gerade darüber, Amy. Ich liebe dich, und würde nie etwas tun, dass schlecht für dich ist. Du kannst mir völlig vertrauen.”

Ich blickte Claire tief die Augen. Sofort spürte ich dieses warme Gefühl im Magen. Ich konnte ihr vertrauen. Daher nickte ich, senkte meinen Kopf und schloss die Augen.

Claire strich sanft durch meine Haare. Dann spürte ich das kalte Leder, das sich um meinen Hals legte. Als ich meine Augen wieder öffnete, spürte ich, wie das Band in meinem Nacken verschlossen wurde. Es fühlte sich beengend an. Das wollte ich nicht. Ich stöhnte laut auf und versuchte zu fliehen.

Aber ich kam nur zwei kriechende Schritte weit, dann wurde der Druck um meinen Hals noch stärker. Claire hatte sich erhoben und hielt die gespannte Leine in der Hand. Damit verhinderte sie meine Flucht.

„Das habe ich gemeint”, sagte Linda Behrens. „Katzen haben einen starken Fluchttrieb. Du solltest dir das nächste Mal einen süßen Hund zulegen, die bleiben treu an deiner Seite.”

„Hast du Erfahrungen mit Hunden?”

„Ja. Zuletzt hatte ich einen Rüden. Der hat prima geleckt, und konnte mich bei Bedarf auch ficken.”

„Was ist aus ihm geworden?”

„Er wurde von seiner Firma nach London versetzt, bekam einen Vorstandsposten.”

„Wie oft hast du ihn gesehen?”

„Er hat mich einmal pro Woche besucht, immer tagsüber, da er abends bei seiner Frau sein musste.”

„Wusste seine Frau von seinem Hundeleben?”, erkundigte sich Claire.

„Ich glaube nicht. Ehefrauen haben dafür kein Verständnis.”

„Ich will nur Amy, sonst niemanden!”, erklärte Claire.

„Liebe macht die Sache nicht einfacher. Insbesondere bei einer Katze. Sie lassen sich kraulen, lecken und befriedigen. Sie nehmen nur, aber geben nicht. Du musst deiner Katze beibringen, dass sie auch dich zu befriedigen hat. Hat dich Amy schon geleckt?”

„Hm. Nein.”

„Tja, Claire. So wird es auch bleiben, bis du sie erzogen hast. Dein Haustier ist auch für deine Lust zuständig, nicht nur für ihre eigene Befriedigung.”

„Wie beginne ich damit?”

„Das zeige ich dir gerne, Claire. Komm mit deiner Katze in den Nebenraum. Dort liegt Pinky, mein Hausschwein.”

„Das rothaarige Mädchen, dass du auf dein Bett gefesselt hast?”

„Ja.”

„Und das Mädchen ist ein Hausschwein?”

„Ja. Mein aktuelles Haustier. Ich habe ihr einen Stall in meiner Küche bauen lassen. Sie frisst meine Essensreste artvin escort vom Boden, leckt aber prima meine Möse. Der einzige Nachteil an ihr ist, dass ich sie nicht stubenrein bringe. Sie pinkelt dorthin, wo sie gerade sitzt. Ich muss ständig ihre Ausscheidungen aufputzen.”

„Wo hast du sie gefunden?”, wollte Claire wissen.

„Sie hat im Internet inseriert und ein neues Zuhause gesucht. Ich hatte noch nie ein Hausschwein und habe es mit ihr versucht.”

„Bist du zufrieden?”

„Eigentlich schon. Ein Hausschwein hat keinen eigenen Willen, solange sie genug zum Fressen bekommt. Lass uns zu ihr gehen. Du kannst ihre Zungenfertigkeit gerne probieren, Claire.”

„Wie erkennst du die Unterschiede, was für ein Haustier ein Mensch ist?”

„Am einfachsten an der Körperbehaarung. Ein Hausschwein ist am gesamten Körper rasiert, insbesondere in der Schamregion völlig glatt.”

„Also sind alle Frauen, die sich den Intimbereich komplett rasieren, Hausschweine?”

„Meistens, ja. Daran erkennst du ziemlich sicher ein Hausschwein. Eine Katze rasiert sich auch den Körper, jedoch belässt sie auf dem Venushügel einige Intimhaare, meist einen Streifen oder ein Schamhaardreieck. Die Schamlippen jedoch, und bei Männern der Hodensack, sind völlig glattrasiert.”

„Das gefällt mir. Ich stehe nicht auf blank rasierte Muschis, daher bleibe ich lieber bei Katzen.”

„Aber Hausschweine lecken besser und haben keinen so eigenwilligen Charakter wie Katzen.”

„Ich mag Herausforderungen. Und wie ist das mit Hunden?”

„Die erkennst du auch an den Haaren. Die Intimzone ist gar nicht rasiert. Frauen haben Schamhaare an und um die Mösenlippen; Männer am Hodensack. Außerdem haben Männer auch Haare an den Armen und unter den Achseln.”

„Und wenn ein Mann stärker behaart ist?”

„Wenn ein Kerl Haare auf der Brust und/oder am Rücken hat, ist er ein Bär. Wenn er zusätzlich noch Haare im Gesicht hat, dann ein Affe.”

„Ich bleibe bei meiner Katze. Ich liebe Amy so, wie sie ist.”

„Es wäre aber fair, wenn sie dich ebenfalls befriedigt. Nur so funktioniert eine Beziehung dauerhaft.”

„Hilfst du mir dabei?”

„Ja.”

Ich war verwirrt. Von was sprachen die beiden Frauen? Das schlanke rothaarige Mädchen, das gefesselt im Nebenzimmer auf dem Bett lag, war ein Hausschwein, weil die Schamregion komplett blank rasiert war?

Was hatten die beiden Frauen für Drogen genommen?

Das klang alles ziemlich abenteuerlich und an den Haaren herbeigezogen.

Und ich war eine Katze, da meine Schamhaare zu einem Dreieck auf dem Venushügel frisiert waren?

Ob ich auch von den Drogen probieren durfte, die sie genommen hatten?

Außerdem gab es Hunde, Bären und Affen? Seltsam. Menschen können doch keine Haustiere sein! Oder doch? Ich war immerhin auch gerade eine Katze. Aber bevor ich darüber nachdenken konnte, spürte ich den Zug der Leine.

„Komm, Amy!”, rief Claire und straffte die Leine.

Das Halsband drückte, also folgte ich Claire in kriechender Haltung. Ich war eine Katze, und musste mich entsprechend bewegen.

Das Nebenzimmer kannte ich bereits durch den Zwei-Wege-Spiegel. Es wirkte jedoch größer auf mich. Ich wurde an der Leine durch das Zimmer geführt, bis wir das Bett erreicht hatten.

Claire lockerte den Griff und strich mir sanft über den Kopf.

„Du siehst reizend aus”, hauchte sie zärtlich.

Diese Worte erzeugten wieder warme Gefühle in meiner Herzregion. Ich kroch zu Claire, schnurrte und strich mit dem Kopf ihre Beine entlang.

Linda Behrens betrachtete mich und sagte: „Du hast ein wunderschönes blondes Kätzchen. Ich würde sie auch als Haustier bei mir aufnehmen.”

„Keine Chance, Linda! Ich liebe sie!”

„Ich verstehe. Aber streicheln darf ich deine Katze, ja?”

„Wenn sie es zulässt. Du weißt ja, Katzen haben ihren eigenen Willen.”

„Ich kann gut mit Tieren umgehen.”

„Dann versuche es.”

Ich blickte Claire erstaunt an. Sollte sie damit einverstanden sein, dass mich eine andere Frau berührt?

Sie schien meine Gedanken erraten zu haben. „Es ist okay, Amy.”

Linda Behrens kniete sich neben mich und strich sanft über meinen Rücken. Die Fingerkuppen glitten tiefer, erreichten meine Gesäßbacken und strichen über die Rundungen.

„Jetzt halte sie fest, Claire”, flüsterte Linda.

„Warum?”

„Sie muss lernen.”

„Was?”

„Berührungen auch dann zulassen, wenn du es möchtest, und nicht nur dann, wenn sie es braucht.”

„Gut. Versuche es.”

Ich erstarrte. Es sollte etwas geschehen, das ich vielleicht nicht mochte. Warum tat mir Claire das an? Ich wurde unruhig. Mein Puls beschleunigte sich. Ich spürte mein Herz in der Brust schlagen.

Dann geschah es!

Die Kuppe eines Fingers legte sich auf die Lippen meiner Vagina. Die Haare auf meinen Unterarmen stellten sich auf. Ich wollte mit meinem Körper an die Decke springen, die Krallen ausfahren und fauchen. Aber es gelang mir nicht. Claire flüsterte mir beruhigende Worte ins Ohr und hielt das Halsband gestrafft.

„Alles gut, Amy. Ich bin bodrum escort bei dir, und passe auf.”

Nichts war gut! Die Hausherrin schob gerade den Mittelfinger in meine Spalte. Was sollte daran gut sein?

„Deine Katze hat entweder gerade uriniert, oder sie ist sexuell erregt”, stelle Linda fest.

„Wirklich?”

„Oh ja … sie ist richtig feucht.”

„Also gepinkelt hat sie nicht, das wäre aufgefallen.”

„Also ist sie geil, deine süße Miezekatze.”

„Das wäre ein guter Anfang.”

Was sollte das denn bedeuten? Was für ein Anfang? Was redete Claire für wirres Zeug?

Und es ging weiter! Linda schob den Finger immer tiefer in meine Grotte. Aber dabei blieb es nicht. Sie zog den Finger zurück und schob ihn wieder in meine Spalte hinein. Immer rein und raus, tiefer und schneller.

Die Hausherrin fickte mich mit dem ausgestreckten Mittelfinger!

Das ging zu weit! Egal, wie straff das Halsband mich einschnürte, oder wie groß das Vertrauen zu Claire war, ich sah rot. Und diese Explosion begann in meinen Zehen, raste durch meinen gesamten Kopf und entlud sich in meinen Muskeln.

Ich riss meinen Kopf zurück, drehte mich auf die Seite, winkelte die Gelenke meiner Finger an und schlug zu. Die langen Fingernägel meiner rechten Hand kratzten über den Unterarm der Hausherrin und hinterließen dunkelrote Striemen.

Die beiden Frauen schrien erschrocken auf und sprangen empor. Ich nutze den Moment und kroch in höchstmöglicher Geschwindigkeit um die Bettkante und duckte mich.

„Mist! Sie hat mich gekratzt!”, fluchte Linda.

„Sie ist nur erschrocken. Du hast sie mit deinem Finger penetriert. Das ging zu weit, Linda”, erwiderte Claire.

„Scheiße! Das brennt. Ich muss die Wunde desinfizieren und versorgen.”

„Soll ich dir helfen?”

„Nein. Das schaffe ich schon allein. Kümmere du dich um dein Mistvieh!”

Claire kam zu mir, kniete sich auf den Boden und küsste mich.

„Oh, Amy. Es tut mir so leid. Das hätte ich nicht zulassen dürfen. Linda ist zu weit gegangen.”

„Ich möchte das nicht! Nur du darfst mich so berühren. Wir sind doch ein Paar, oder?”, erwiderte ich und funkelte Claire an.

„Wir sind ein Paar?”, hakte sie erfreut nach.

„Ja!”

„Du machst mich glücklich, Amy.”

„Ich bin bei dir glücklich.”

Während mich Claire küsste, spürte ich instinktiv, dass Linda Behrens zurückgekehrt war und direkt hinter mir stand. Langsam drehte ich meinen Kopf und blickte empor. Die Hausherrin hielt in der rechten Hand eine etwa fünfzig Zentimeter lange Peitsche.

„Entschuldige dich, Katze!”, fauchte Linda.

Ich blickte zu Claire, die daraufhin beruhigend sagte: „Sie hat recht, Amy. Du hast sie verletzt, dafür musst du dich entschuldigen. Das war ungehörig von dir.”

Ich drückte meinen Kopf gegen Claires rechte Schulter. Warum sollte ich mich entschuldigen? Linda hatte ihren Finger in meine Vagina geschoben und mich gefickt! Ich habe mich nur gegen diesen unangemessenen Angriff gewehrt.

„Entschuldige dich, Katze!”, forderte die Hausherrin erneut.

„Bitte, Amy, tue es”, flüsterte Claire.

„Nein!”, fauchte ich.

„Du hast eine trotzige Katze, Claire”, sagte Linda.

„Ich weiß.”

„Tretet etwas vom Bett zurück. Sie soll sehen, was mit unartigen Haustieren geschieht. Dann wird sie sich überlegen, ob sie das nochmals tut.”

„Okay.”

Claire erhob sich und zog mich einen Meter vom Bett zurück. Ich betrachtete die nackte Linda, die zum Bett trat und die Peitsche erhob. Aber der Schlag galt nicht mir, sondern Pinky, dem Hausschwein. Die gefesselte Rothaarige hatte ich ganz vergessen. Das Mädchen lag völlig ruhig und erwartete den Schlag.

Die Peitsche sauste durch die Luft und traf Pinky direkt auf der Brust, hinterließ neben den Nippel einen tiefroten Striemen. Das Mädchen stöhnte schmerzvoll auf.

„Schnauze, Pinky!”, fauchte die Hausherrin und das Hausschwein verstummte abrupt.

Dann folgte ein zweiter Schlag. Dieser traf direkt die blankrasierte Intimzone der Rothaarigen. Ich konnte sehen, wie der Körper des Mädchens erzitterte, und sich ein dunkelroter Striemen neben den Schamlippen bildeten.

Der dritte Schlag traf wieder die Brustwarzen, und der vierte wieder die Schamregion der Gefesselten. Die Luft vibrierte und die Haut gab klatschende Geräusche ab.

„Stopp!”, rief ich.

Die Hausherrin ließ die Peitsche hängen und blickte mich fragend an.

„Ja, Katze?”

„Pinky trifft keine Schuld. Ich habe die Strafe verdient!”

„Dann entschuldige dich, Katze.”

„Nein.”

„Warum unterbrichst du mich dann?”

„Du musst mich bestrafen!”

Plötzlich spürte ich wieder diesen inneren Hass und den Zorn auf meinen eigenen Körper.

Das Ding musste bestraft werden!

„Du willst die Peitsche fühlen?”

Ich krabbelte auf das Bett, kroch über Pinky und streckte der Hausherrin meine Gesäßbacken entgegen.

„Ja! Ich habe die Strafe verdient!”

Claire sprang auf, stellte sich neben mich und rief: „Nein! Du wirst Amy nicht schlagen, Linda.”

Die Hausherrin nahm Claire an der Hand. Sie flüsterte leise Worte in ihr Ohr, die ich nicht verstehen konnte. Ich beobachtete Claires Körperhaltung, die sich von abweisend in zustimmend veränderte. Dann hörte ich ein „Okay” von Claire, die sich vom Bett entfernte.

Linda Behrens trat wieder zum Bett und funkelte mich an.

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I lay in the tub, letting the suds and hot water drape over my sore body. Aaron was worried. I knew it. I had been playing up the sick thing a bit too much. I was distant. I needed to tone it down. But it was hard. It was hard to be present. It felt like a lie. Being present, here, with my husband felt like a lie.

What was the truth?

I thought about Frank and Peter taking turns fucking me: my mouth, my pussy and my ass. Over and over again. The first encounter with them had become a standing meeting. The second time I saw them, they spent our whole time fucking my ass. Anal was our shared experience. Frank came in my ass four times and Peter jerked off all over me. They needed me as much as I needed them.

I saw them three days later after cutting out early from the church and blew them both in the parking lot of a drug store. We barely spoke or texted or emailed. Just dates and times. But they weren’t the only ones.

Jim setup encounters for me. I had to open a new bank account for the cash I had. The account represented this other version of me. Maybe it was the real version. It was hard to come back down and back to life. Harder each day.

I rubbed soap over my body. I had just returned from a night in the back of Jim’s car. I sucked and fucked three guys at the same time, then fucked a college guy with a huge cock. The night ended with Jim cumming in my mouth, then my pussy, then he fucked my ass for what must have been 30 minutes straight. When he came it felt like he was giving me all his seed-all in my ass and as I lay here in the tub, letting it slowly ooze out of me, all I could think of was the next time we could do it. He told me I was starting to wake up-to see what I was and what I wanted.

He told me he had plans to take me to houses where men would be, all paying and waiting to fuck me. I wasn’t scared of any of it anymore. I wanted more. More cock, more cum. More.

The problem was Aaron. He knew I was distant. We didn’t talk like we used to. I could fake it, of course and for most part he was oblivious and trusting enough that he would just go with it. But I couldn’t keep it up. The only thing that had gotten better, ironically, was our sex life. He was more aggressive with me and I enjoyed it. But we weren’t talking anymore.

Tonight I was free though. He was out with some guy friends at a movie and I was free to recover from the rigorous ass fucking that Jim had just given me.

I closed my eyes and pictured his gorgeous cock in front of me. The truth was that I fucking loved that cock. I loved sucking it. Fucking it. When he held me down and butt fucked me I was so tired that all I could do was take it. That was all I wanted now. Cock.

I got out of the bath and realized I was making myself wet again. Somehow I was still horny.

My phone buzzed suddenly. I opened my eyes, wiped the suds off my hands then picked it up.

Aaron: Hey babe, we are headed out for some drinks. Don’t wait up! Love you.

I let out a deep breath. So I was alone for the rest of the night. Alone. I was tired. Horny but tired. Living this second life was hard. Hard hiding, lying, fucking and sucking and then lying about all of it. I felt like I was two people living two very different, very full lives.

Yet here I was, in the bath alone and feeling, well, alone. I picked up my phone and scrolled to my “other” email. I checked it at a steady rate, so I was usually on top of anyone new messages or potential people to meet up with. The best and the worst part is there seemed to be no end to guys out there. Guys that seemed to need this-to need me. I liked it. It felt somehow so real, this connection I had with them.

I scrolled through the next batch of emails and disregarded most of them. Guys I didn’t think were cute, guys that wrote almost nothing to break the ice just didn’t catch my eye. I had the right to be choosy.

I clicked on the last email:

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“Apparently not,” I muttered. I had never been with a woman and I had never thought about it for more than the second it took to reply to these ads.

I wrote them back with my standard reply and then asked if they were available tonight. Usually they weren’t but it showed I was willing to meet. Seemed to help things.

I got out of the bath and dried off. I slid into a new thong and cute lacey bra (I had upgraded with my new money. Aaron hadn’t noticed I guess) and lay on the bed.

My ass was sore.

I started to click on ads again when another email popped in from an ad I had replied to very early this morning:

“Sorry I just got this. I don’t have a lot of time, any chance you can meet?”

I found the ad again and started smiling. I remembered now. Older guy with a gorgeous cock, like one I wanted a picture of framed next to my bed. Beyond that, his ad was very earnest almost pleading.

I wrote him back with my text only number and waited. Something quick usually meant oral and I was always up for that. No more anal for today.

My phone buzzed from a text from a number I didn’t recognize: Hi, got your email.

Me: Hello, what is your name?

Text: I am Tim.

Me: Hi Tim. You said you wanted to meet?

Tim: Yes. Can you come to the corner of Franklin and 4th?

I looked it up. Supermarket.

Me: Yes, in the parking lot?

Tim: Yeah, text when you are close.

I was off the bed and slid into some clothes then out the door in a minute. It used to take me an hour to get ready. I was changed.

The drive was a little over 15 minutes and I texted as soon as I was in the parking lot.

Tim: Parked around back. Black BMW.

I drove around the store and saw his car immediately. I pulled up next to it and stopped. I glanced over and made eye contact with Tim. He was somewhere between 40 and 50, greying hair and a nice smile. He was very handsome, but tired. I nodded hello and he replied.

I got out of my car and into his as quickly as I could.

“Hi Tim,” I said with a smile.

“Hi,” he replied. He looked nervous. “I didn’t think you were real or that you would show or that you would look like that.”

I smiled. “I am the real deal babe. So tell me, why are we out here in the dark behind a grocery store?”

He looked away nervously. “I…I am sorry I feel like shit.”

“What do you mean?”

“I feel like I am going to explode. It has been so long since I have had anything real. I can’t jerk off anymore. It doesn’t help.”

I frowned and slid a little closer. “What do you mean? You are a great looking guy. I am sure you can meet someone…”

“I am married,” Tim said. “Happily…just not in this area.”

I stopped. He was so sad. Tired. Neglected. I hadn’t thought much about the other men I had been with. I guess I assumed they were single or in some sort of consensual situation.

“I am sorry, I just don’t do this kind of thing. I mean, I have tried and posted ads and all that, but it never worked. No one ever replied. Then you did and here we are. We don’t have to do this. I am sorry.”

“Wait,” I said. I took a deep breath and thought for a second. I knew what it was to leave something like this. To leave an urge and assume it will go away on its own. But I know it never does. It gnaws at you like a sore in your mouth that never goes away-no matter what you do. I could feel his desperation. It was a desperation that I knew all ipekyolu escort too well. I needed to do this as much as he needed it to be done. That was that. “How much time do you have?”

“Uh…like 10 minutes now. I need to get in the store then back home.”

“Ok Tim,” I said sliding up to him. “Now tell me what you need.”

“I…I guess I was hoping…”

“No,” I said with my hand on his thigh. “Tell me what you need.”

He swallowed hard. “I want to…”

“Stop,” I interrupted. I slid my hand over his crotch. I slid my other hand up my shirt and pulled it up so he could see my bra. “I don’t care what you want. I care about what you need. Deep down. The thing you think about when you write your ads or jerk off-the thing that keeps you up and makes you meet a stranger in the back of a grocery store. Tell me.”

“I…I need to cum,” he whispered. “But I need you to want it too. I need you to want my cum.”

I kissed his neck softly then whispered, “Tim, do you know why I answered your ad? Why I have you my number and why I drove all the way out here?” I kissed him again and rubbed his crotch harder. I could feel him growing.

“Wh-why?”

“Because I want your cum. I want to know how it tastes, how it feels, how it looks. I want all of it and if we had more time, I would do ANYTHING for you to give it all to me.”

I fiddled with his pants and zipper.

“But we only have a little time, so can I suck your dick?”

“Yes…yes please.”

I took my time sucking him. I wanted him to enjoy it for as long as possible and I wanted him to get what he needed. I needed him to get what he needed. He was still as I sucked, with his hand in my hair. He was gentle and sweet. When he came, he groaned loudly and gripped my hair. His cum poured out and I swallowed it with each spurt. It was the best I had tasted and I kept sucking long after he was done and just semi hard until he pulled away.

I sat up and wiped my mouth. Tim looked at me through gentle quiet eyes.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Um, thank you,” he replied.

There was something about him that attracted me to him. Something in his sad, almost longing eyes drew me to him.

“When can I see you again?” I asked suddenly.

He smiled in surprise, “Really?”

“Yes.”

“I am not sure, I wasn’t expecting…I will let you know as soon as I can,” he replied.

“Perfect,” with that I was out of his car and back in mine. I smiled at him then started back home.

I glanced at my phone and thought about texting Jim. I had time, Aaron was going to be gone. I frowned at the thought. I was still sore and I never knew what Jim was going to do. I mean, I really liked that, but I wasn’t sure if I was up for another very rough session with him. I scrolled through the emails that had come in for the last few minutes.

All kinds of needy men out there.

I had a reply from the couple. I clicked on it and started reading through it. Suddenly the cab of my car lit up with lights as I realized a highway patrol car was right behind me.

“Shit,” I murmured. “What did I do?” I wasn’t speeding.

I took a deep breath and pulled the car over carefully. It was a dark stretch of road, the next exit wasn’t for another 10 miles. Once the car stopped I popped open the dashboard and and made sure my registration was available. Thankfully it was.

I waited as the patrolman took his time in his car. What do they do in there? Had been pulled over before, but never ticketed. I was always left off with warnings. Something about giving girls tickets, I don’t know. Aaron had no such luck.

The patrol man knocked on my window. I rolled it down.

“Good evening ma’am,” he said. I couldn’t see his face due to the flashlight in his hand and the lights from his car.

“Hi officer,” I said meekly.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?”

“No I don’t,” I said. Suddenly my phone buzzed. I glanced down at it. iskenderun escort The couple had written me again.

“That’s why,” he blurted.

“What do you-“

“You can’t be on your phone and driving,” he said harshly. “Especially out here at night.”

“I…”

“Don’t deny it, I could see the glare from the road,” he said.

I swallowed hard. “Ok, I just, well it was something important.”

“Important enough to have a car accident?”

I looked down. Shit.

“I thought not,” he reprimanded. “License and registration.”

I handed him the items and waited as he walked back to his car. Aaron could NOT find out about this. If our car insurance was impacted or if there was anything in the mail then he would know. My mind raced. What was I supposed to do? I had no reason that was believable to tell him why I was out here.

I could tell him I was out on a drive. Needed to think about stuff. That would lead to some other conversation that I didn’t want to have about our marriage. I could-

There was a knock on my window. That was fast.

“Tori?” the cop said in a soft voice.”

“Um yeah?” I looked back up at him. He shown the light away and I saw his face for the first time. I knew him from somewhere…

“I knew C.S. wasn’t your real name,” he said.

My heart skipped a beat. Who was this guy?

“You may not recognize my face I guess,” he said with a laugh. “We, well, me and another guy had you come by last week.”

I realized now who it was. Two guys that i had sucked off in a dark hotel room on the way to church. The event was so straight forward I hadn’t thought much about it since then. “Yeah, haha, hi,” Is aid awkwardly.

“Here is your stuff back,” he handed my license and registration back. “I couldn’t give you a ticket. I was actually wondering if or when I would see you again.”

Seriously? Is this really happening?

“Well I would prefer email or text, pulling me over is not ideal.”

He frowned. “Yeah, I know. Well I didn’t know it was you. Sorry. I mean-“

Super tough guy cop suddenly can’t talk. I bet he was rock hard now. I had to admit, I hoped he was.

“So, are you busy or-?”

“Yes I am actually, I won’t be on my phone anymore. But I need to be going here pretty quick.” I lied.

He continued to frown, “Ok. I, well, do you think I could see you again some time? I know this is silly, I just can’t stop thinking-“

“Take your dick out,” I ordered.

“What? Here? Can I get in your car?”

“No,” I replied. “I need to go. But before I do I want you to take it out for me to see.”

He looked around nervously. A car whizzed by. He stood up and undid his zipper, fiddled with his trousers then got his very hard cock out. He actually did it.

“Ok, now tell me what you want me to do.”

“I guess I want-“

“Stroke it and tell me.”

He slid his hand down and started to stroke. “I want you to suck me again. I don’t want anyone there, just you going down on me.”

He was beating off fast now.

“That’s all?”

“No,” he said. He was jerking very fast now.

“What else? Tell me.”

“I want to fuck you. Ever since that day. I want to fuck you and cum all over you.”

Good answer.

I pulled down my blouse and yanked my left boob out for him to see.

“Oh shit,” he said as he jerked himself looking at me.

“I need to leave soon, officer,” I said in a lower voice. “If I didn’t, I would ask you to put that dick anywhere you wanted.”

He gasped.

“But right now I want you to cum in my mouth,” I looked up at him and opened my mouth slowly. I stuck my tongue out.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned as he jerked faster and faster. “Oh shit. Here it comes!”

As the first thick spurt came I leaned forward and took the tip in my mouth. I couldn’t help it. It wasn’t my plan, but I wanted it. He kept jerking it as he shot his load into my mouth and longing throat. I swallowed in three gulps then leaned back as he slowly stroked himself. “Fuck.” He said in a heavy whisper.

“Good,” I said wiping my lips. That was fucking delicious. “Email me next time and don’t pull me over ever again.”

With that I started the car and drove off with officer somebody standing there with his dick still out.

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Danger was at a party hosted by his friend Todd on Christmas night. The booze was free and flowing freely. Danger scanned the room looking for a girl to take upstairs. There was a circle of five girls standing next to the bar all drinking and giggling and talking. They were all about six feet tall and gorgeous with long hair and voluptuous bodies. He didn’t think he could break them apart from each other so he kept looking. He made his was into the living room and found his target.

She was sitting on the couch leaning over the arm and onto a traffic pylon that had somehow made its way from the street outside. She had long dark brown hair and was wearing a blue silk blouse which had a couple of buttons undone displaying the top of one of the cups of her white bra which was holding back a set of large, firm tits. A tight mini-skirt covered the tops of her smooth white legs. She looked up at Danger as moved to sit beside her and he noticed she had the deepest blue eyes he had ever seen set in one of the cutest faces he had ever seen. Her nose was slightly longer than normal but was still pert and her lips were full and pouty.

“You look like you need a drink,” Danger announced as he sat next to her.

“Do I ever,” she replied, “Thanks!” She took the glass and swallowed a mouthful before continuing, “How are you enjoying the party?”

“Good music, beautiful women, and free booze. I don’t think it can get much better. My name’s Danger by the way.”

After another mouthful of her drink she said, “Nice to meet you, my name is Chloe. I’m here with my friend Terri but I haven’t seen her in a while. She’s probably gone upstairs with that guy she was talking to earlier. She always seems to get the guys while they usually just ignore me. I guess I just don’t have what it takes.” With that she sighed and took another drink.

Danger saw his opportunity and jumped for it. “I can’t agree with that,” Danger replied, “I think you’re very attractive, even beautiful. You have the deepest blue eyes I think I’ve ever seen,” he tries to reassure her. She gave him a look that expressed her doubt in the truth of his statement and took another drink. Danger then placed his hand on her left knee and squeezed it slightly, “I’ll take you upstairs right now and prove it,” he said as his fingers tickled the inside of her knee causing her to jump slightly and giggle.

“Oh yeah, I’ve had way too much to drink,” she said as she downed the rest of the glass and stood up and offered her hand to him. “Let’s go.” He stood up and they left the living room and climbed the stairs. When they neared the top a girl came out of one of the bedrooms and started downstairs and almost ran into Chloe.

“Oh hi, Terri,” Chloe started. She turned to Danger and introduced her friend. “This is Terri, the friend we were talking about before.” She turned to Terri, “This is Danger. He’s going to prove to me that I’m beautiful even though I’m not.”

“What do you mean you’re not beautiful?” Terri asked in amazement.

“Well you always get the guys and go upstairs while I’m left drinking alone downstairs.” Chloe responded. “But that’s going to change tonight,” she said as she took Danger by the arm and continued down the hallway.

“Mind if I tag along?” Terri asked as she followed them down the hallway and into one of the empty bedrooms. palandöken escort Terri was an inch or two taller than Chloe. She had shoulder length straight brown hair and green eyes. Her tits weren’t as big as Chloe’s but appeared to be firmer. Also she had a perfectly round, tight ass. She was wearing a short-sleeve black dress that fell about a third of the way down her toned thighs. As it was Christmas she was also wearing a Santa hat, which strangely made her even sexier.

Terri closed the door to the bedroom once they were all inside. The music from downstairs could still be heard through the walls of the room. Chloe began doing a slow dance at the foot of the bed. She pulled the bottom of her blouse out of her skirt and began slowly undoing the remaining buttons. She let the silky garment slide from her shoulders and down her arms to the floor. She then cupped her hands over her impressive tits and began messaging them through the fabric of her white bra, which was straining somewhat holding her tits in position. She then reached back and undid the zipper on the back of her skirt allowing that to fall to the floor as well before kicking off her shoes to stand only in her bra and matching panties. She then turned her back to Terri and Danger and slid the straps of her bra down off her white shoulders before undoing the clasp and tossing the garment across the room to land at Danger’s feet. She then turned to face Terri and Danger and raised her arms above her head and swayed in tune to the music. Her tits were amazing; she had to be thirty-seven inches around her chest at least. Her aureoles were slightly puffy and the twice the size of a quarter sporting hard nipples.

“That’s damn fucking sexy,” Terri commented as she walked toward her friend. She placed her hands on Chloe’s shoulders and gently pushed down onto the bed in a sitting position. Terri then crouched and grabbed Chloe’s ankles and lifted legs up into the air causing Chloe to lie back on the bed. Terri placed Chloe’s legs over her shoulders and reached down and grabbed the waistband of her friend’s cotton underwear. Chloe raised her ass slightly allowing Terri to slide her underwear away from her snatch and along her legs. Chloe was now completely naked lying on the bed with her legs in the air. Terri then knelt on the floor with Chloe’s legs still draped over her shoulders. Without hesitation she plunged her face between her friends spread legs. The sudden intrusion of Terri’s tongue into her wet pussy lips and clit caused Chloe to gasp suddenly and arch her back. She crossed her legs behind Terri’s head and tried to push her friend’s face even deeper into her hot snatch.

Danger had watched all this unfold and now walked over to the two girls and knelt behind Terri and undid the zipper that ran down the back of her dress. Once undone her pushed it forward off her shoulders and let it fall down about her knees. Underneath the dress she wore a black bra and matching thong. He quickly undid the bra and pulled down her arms and began fondling her firm tits from behind. During this Terri didn’t miss a beat going down on Chloe.

Suddenly Chloe’s back arched even more, her hands gripped the edges of the bed, and her moans grew even louder as an orgasm gripped her body. She squeezed Terri’s head even harder into her pamukkale escort cunt as her juices squirted into her friend’s waiting mouth. Once Chloe’s orgasm had subsided Terri turned and began removing Danger’s pants and underwear while she quickly shed his shirt. Terri gave his nine-inch cock a few licks and strokes before telling him to go make Chloe feel beautiful.

Danger grasped Chloe by the legs and rolled her over and pulled her down the bed so that she was kneeling on the floor with her chest still on the bed. She spread her knees slightly as Danger kneeled behind her, exposing her moist slit to his probing cock. Danger positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her cunt and slowly pushed. Her box was tight and it took a few strokes before his entire length was inside her. Once all the way inside he put his hands on her hips and began humping in and out of her snatch.

Watching all this was Terri sitting in a chair off to the side of the bed. She had discarded her thong. One of her legs was draped over the arm of the chair and her fingers were busy between her legs. Her index and middle fingers were pumping in and out of her pussy and her thumb was busy rubbing her protruding clit. As she watched Danger fuck Chloe and heard the slap of her ass against his body the heat between her legs started to grow. She jumped up out of the chair and climbed up onto the bed in front of Chloe. She spread her legs and slid her ass down the bed so that her musky snatch was just centimetres from Chloe’s mouth. Chloe was moaning loudly from the pounding of Danger’s cock and she looked up into her friend’s eyes and blew a loose strand of hair out of her eye.

“Eat me, bitch!” Terri growled at Chloe and with that Chloe returned the favor to her friend and dove between Terri’s legs into her neatly trimmed bush. This was first time Chloe had gone down on another girl so she wasn’t quite sure what to do so she just kept jabbing her tongue in and out of her slit and tickling her clit. She may not have been an expert but whatever she was doing was driving Terri crazy. She squeezed her thighs around Chloe’s head and pulled her friend’s head even deeper into her snatch. Terri pinched and fondled her nipples as she approached orgasm. At the same time Danger plunged his cock deep within Chloe body and released a load of hot cum into her cunt. This sudden sensation between her legs caused a second orgasm to ripple through her body. She reached up and helped to fondle Terri’s nipples until she too was in the grips of orgasm.

After all their orgasms subsided Chloe got to her feet and stumbled over to the chair where Terri had been sitting. She curled up in the chair and watched Terri and Danger continue on. Danger was climbing up onto the bed in response to Terri’s wicked grin and her beckoning finger. She slid down the bed farther to meet him and placed her hands on his hips and guided him down onto his back. Once he was settled she immediately straddled his hips and started stroking his flaccid cock back to life. As soon as the purple head broke through the foreskin she took his cock into her mouth and started licking all around the shaft and head. Chloe was sitting quietly in the chair watching her friend go down on Danger’s cock and thought that she had never done that to a guy and decided pazarcık escort was as good a time as any. She pulled herself out of the chair and returned to the bed.

“You’ve never gone down on a guy before have you, Chloe?” Terri asked as she watched her friend’s sweaty, naked body come closer to the bed, her large tits jiggling slightly with each step. Chloe shook her head as she knelt on the bed next to Danger’s body. “Well, I guess there’s a first time for everything,” Terri said as she pulled back and offered Danger’s meat to her friend. Chloe tentatively wrapped her hand around the base of the shaft as she had seen Terri do and lowered her head as she parted her lips allowing the nine-inch shaft to enter her mouth. It tasted salty against her tongue but didn’t taste bad. She began a slow pattern of licking the shaft and head as Terri gave her instructions. When she felt Chloe had the hang of what she was doing, Terri slid up Danger’s body and planted a passionate kiss on his lips and soon their tongues were engaged in a wrestling match. Within minutes Danger could feel he was going to cum but before he could warn Chloe his cum shot from his balls and through his cock spewing into her mouth. She gagged slightly but kept her head down and took his entire load. Terri felt Danger’s body jerk as he delivered his load and decided to give Chloe a hand getting rid of it. She knelt up against her friend and plunged her tongue into Chloe’s mouth and began licking all around the inside of her mouth and cheeks. Chloe ground her body against Terri’s and the two girls began groping each other’s naked bodies. Terri ran her fingers through Chloe’s long bush in search of her clit while Chloe had one hand on one of Terri’s tits and the other groping one of her tight, round ass cheeks.

After thoroughly cleaning out Chloe’s mouth, Terri moved so that she again straddling Danger’s hips. “Time for me to have some fun,” she said as she reached down and guided the head of Danger’s cock to the entrance of her cunt. Terri slowly lowered herself, driving Danger’s cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. She could feel the sides of her pussy stretching to accommodate Danger’s manhood. She had to raise and lower herself a couple times before she could manage to take all of him and sit down on his thighs. Once she adjusted herself to the size of Danger’s cock Terri began to grind her crotch into Danger and bounce up and down on his shaft.

Chloe had returned to the chair and was slumped into it with one arm draped over the side and her legs spread lewdly exposing her sopped pussy. She gently rubbed and poked at her sensitive clit as she watched Terri pleasure herself on Danger’s cock. Before she could stimulate herself to orgasm she was jolted from her reverie by an orgasmic scream from Terri as her cunt clamped down on Danger’s cock as it delivered a load of hot cum into her box. Terri continued milking Danger’s cock with her pussy as his dick softened enough for it to slide out of her body. Terri then lay down next to Danger and motioned for Chloe to join them on the bed. Chloe pulled herself up out of the chair and ambled to the bedside and looked down on the naked pair with a weary grin.

“So do you feel beautiful yet?” Terri asked her friend. Chloe paused for a second and then looked down at her own naked body, her breasts heaving slightly from her recent activity. A fine film of sweat had formed on her body, small beads were running down her tits towards here hard nipples. She wiped one of the beads away from a nipple and proceeded to run her hand down her flat stomach and through her tangled, wet bush.

“Yeah, I do,” Chloe replied, “Thanks!”

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I replace the receiver and my hand trembles at the fear of the flames in my garden, silly me fancy lighting the barbeque so close to the wooden fencing? Within minutes I hear the sound of sirens, at first in the distance, but getting closer. I tuck a strand of stray blonde hair behind my ear as I stand transfixed as my garden burns. I compose myself, feeling foolish, what have I done?

The engine pulls up outside my house and the neighbour’s curtains twitch, some even come out into the road feigning concern, meeting the fire brigade I explain what has happened and show them into my garden. A tall handsome, dark haired, green eyed fireman tells me to step aside as he runs past me with a hose in his hands. I’m flattened to the brickwork as a blonde stockier fire fighter joins him taking up the slack. I am frozen to the spot but a third fire fighter takes my elbow and escorts me to safety.

It’s not until we reach the pump that I realise I am shaking, it can’t be from the cold as it’s a warm summers night? He tells me “Don’t worry love it’ll soon be out” my knees buckle as he speaks to me and he can see I am about to fall. Quickly with lightening response he lifts me over his shoulder.

Before I know it I’m sitting in the back of the red vehicle and I’m being offered some water. I notice the strong fingers, no wedding and nicely trimmed nails. He removes his helmet and I look up into dreamy gürsu escort blue eyes and observe his cropped hair. I feel myself becoming damp; my black silky knickers are sticking to my engorged pussy folds. He smiles at me with perfect teeth as if he knows what I am thinking. His colleagues are running around outside the pump. Taking off his jacket he places it around me shoulders, his hand catches my left breast and I sigh as his thumb brushes against my hardening nipple.

Sitting next to me he whispers in my ear “Jeez I’m so hard for you, feel” in disbelief I look down into his crotch and see his trousers bulging, I can almost make out the size and shape of his cock. I can’t believe it; a fireman is coming onto me! Now I’m really excited, I can feel my juices dribbling around my bud and leaking out. I’m almost certain he can smell my arousal.

Slowly he unzips his navy blue trousers and pulls down his boxer shorts to reveal a beautiful cock, fully erect with a weeping eye, he has no foreskin and egg sized balls. I can’t take my eyes from it as he asks, no orders me, to turn around and bend over. Half in shock, and half so turned on, I stand up and do as he says. He roughly hitches up my skirt and tugs my delicate knickers to one side. I feel his cock head moving up and down my slit, opening my lips before he thrusts his hips and erection inside me in one hard and hendek escort sudden movement, I’m filled to the hilt.

He fucks me hard and fast like a pair of dogs on heat, I notice his boots and I remember where I am and what I am doing, trying not to cry out in pleasure and pain as he rams me quickly from behind. As he gets faster and closer to cumming I hear a door open. Oh my god I’m going to get caught with my arse in the air and a fireman’s cock in my pussy. Instantly I feel my pussy clench and tighten around his shaft, whether in fear or pure ecstasy, I do not know?

The next thing I know is that I am being turned to face the window; I care not if anyone sees. The blonde fire fighter is climbing the three steps up to join us, a huge smile on his face; he takes my head in his hands and kisses my mouth deeply, tonguing me. I’m so aroused I moan into his kiss mouth, sucking his tongue. “Good girl” he tells me “Now suck this!” he holds his cock is in his hand, foreskin rolled back over his ever so thick and slightly shorter cock than his mate has. I ease forward further to take his phallus into my mouth.

Together the three of us move in synchronisation, I am being pushed and filled from both ends, but I don’t mind. My tits swing and I feel myself rocking on my heels and toes to stay upright as both boys get faster and nearer to ejaculation. If my mouth wasn’t ilkadım escort so full I’d be smiling. “This is just the ultimate girls fantasy” I think to myself, just then the door behind me opens and the dark haired green eyed fire fighter looks in, I hear him chuckle just before climbing in the cab beneath my feet.

Oh wow I can’t believe it his face is next to my pussy, his tongue is caressing my clit and I gulp harder on the cock in my mouth, thrusting back on the cock behind me. The engine feels like it’s swaying as the four of us encourage each other. I am so hot and wet I hear only moans of pleasure and slurping and sucking, would it be possible for us to all cum together?

I can’t hold on much longer, the incessant licking of my bud and fucking of my pussy is driving me insane, I take the cock from my mouth and wank it to my face, afraid of biting down as an enormous orgasm racks my body and soul. I lick the tip and stroke upwards, fondling his sack, encouraging him to spray me with thick white spunk. Looking up into his face I see him wink to his companions and with a slight nod of the head I am being covered and filled with male bodily fluids, while my outer lips and mound are being sucked dry of my juices.

Pure heaven! I feel faint, my legs go weak and I’m falling, no, I’m being carried back to my door. Gently my number one fire fighter places my feet on the ground salutes me and he is gone. I take a look at my singed fencing and say to myself “That was so worth deliberately starting the fire”. I notice the water logged garden as a trickle of mingled juices runs in a trail down my thigh as the fire services pull away from the curb. They can service me anytime.

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I was racing along the interstate highway in Oklahoma when my phone rang. Not recognizing the number, I decided to answer.

“Hello?” I said.

“What are you doing in my county without giving me a call?” Barked a loud and deep voice.

“Dedi?” I asked shocked.

“You ain’t answered my question!” Barked the voice again.

I started laughing, then thought about it again, Dedi wasn’t the sort you’d joke with if he wasn’t in the mood to laugh. Staff Sergeant Anson Jones Dedi and I had both worked at the Multi-National Headquarters in Afghanistan at the same time.

Dedi was a defensive halfback who quit football the day after 9-11 to join the US Marines. It was rumoured that he tackled an insurgent during the First Battle of Fallujah, which is surprising since he was a tanker.

“What can I say Dedi? I didn’t know this was your plot of land.” I replied cautiously.

Silence filled my car; one never knew if that was a good thing or not with Dedi. The laughter that erupted from phone however said it all.

“Good answer, now write this down, it’s my address. I have ribs on the barbeque and I won’t take no for an answer.” He said in a tone that let me know I couldn’t refuse.

“Dedi, do you want me to bring anything?” I asked.

“You own a dog?” Dedi asked.

“Heavens no!” I replied quickly.

“Then no. There ain’t nuttin you need to bring.” He said.

Forty minutes later I pulled up to his rural ranch, where I was greeted by him and three other people. Dedi introduce each of them, before leading me to a picnic table laid out with dinner. When I got closer to the table, I smiled when I saw the table covering was a giant Texan flag.

“This here is my girlfriend Samantha Houston.” He said gesturing to a woman with red hair and skin the colour that only a farmer’s wife could have. She wore a white one piece dress with brown cowboy boots.

“I’m pleased to meet you madam.” I said with a bow, she blushed and whispered a soft hello.

“This is Mirabelle Lamar, and David Burnet. They are friends of ours come over for a visit much like yourself.” He said with a wink.

Mirabelle was a short brunette lady sporting the same farmers tan, and a deep purple dress with a plunging neckline. She also wore cowboy boots. I felt out of place with my Italian loafers, and golf shirt.

David was a tall man in his late fifties, who looked like the fellow in the American Gothic painting, except he had a full head of bushy salt and pepper hair. He shook my hand and smiled.

Dinner was a jovial affair; Dedi, David and I sat on one side, with Samantha and Mirabelle across from us. The ribs were delicious! Dedi had a Caribbean sauce that reminded me of Aruba.

While we ate, I noticed that his girlfriend Samantha pronounced his name as Daddy, she would also frequently asked his permission to do the smallest things. It wasn’t my place to comment, but I did make a mental note of it.

I had both hands covered in sauce, with a mouthfuls of ribs when I felt something touch my calf. I looked over at Dedi who describing his son’s last football game, then I glanced at David who was buried in his meal. When I glanced at the ladies, they were both intently looking at Dedi.

Confused I dug into my food, convinced that I dreamt it all up, that’s when I felt it again. It was higher on my leg, and moving upwards. I now could tell it was a foot, however neither lady was giving any hints. No winks, or knowing smiles could be observed.

Frustrated I gave up on discovering who was teasing me, if I couldn’t solve the mystery, at least I could enjoy it. I opened my legs as the toes tickled my inner thigh. As a boobman, feet have no interest for me, however this teasing was getting me excited.

I could feel manhood growing as the foot stroked it up and down. I didn’t think a foot could be so gent and yet so firm in it touch, but it was. Logic dictated that I should lift the table cloth and see which direction the leg was, but the mystery was enchanting me. Both women were speaking to each other, paying me no attention.

When I was fully hard, the footjob I was receiving abruptly ceased. I felt both frustrated and relieved; I was positive that I would have came if it continued!

The end of my footjob coincided with the end of dinner, we moved to the kitchen where the men washed dishes and the women put away the food.

“Where are your kids Dedi?” I asked handing a dried plate to David.

“They are with the Ex.” He said smiling. “Tonight’s an adults only party.”

As I nodded in acknowledgement, I could feel Samantha pushing up against me from behind. She was reaching for a glass of wine on the counter, it was possible for her to get it without touching me, but as her breasts press against me, I forgot why it mattered.

No one else in the kitchen seemed to care that she was so deep into my personal space, even Dedi who was beside me at the sink, paid us little attention. It wasn’t until Samantha topped her glass did he acknowledge her.

“Did you ask orhangazi escort me if you can have another glass?” Dedi said in a calm and strong tone.

“I’m sorry Daddy.” Samantha whispered back.

A smile crossed my face for a micro second, then I wiped it away just as quickly, it wasn’t my place to make comment on their relationship. David and Mirabelle continued with their chores; they were either in on this, or didn’t care.

Samantha got to her knees in submission before Dedi, with her eyes closed and head turned down. Dedi was five foot ten, and had skin the colour of a Kodiak bear’s fur; I had the strong urge to smirk, but remembering the Fallujah tackle, I found something else to do.

In the corner of my eye, I continued to watch events play out. He ran his hand through her red hair, murmuring in a soothing tone. She turned towards him; as she kissed the front of his trousers she apologized a final time. He then helped her to her feet, kissed her forehead, and gave her a soft pat on the bottom.

A few minutes later everything had been cleaned and put away, the five of us stood in the kitchen chatting about North American football, the weather, and politics. I noticed that Samantha had gravitated towards me, Dedi to Mirabelle; and although David was solo, he didn’t seem to mind.

During my discussion with Samantha about a recent marathon I had done in Lexington Kentucky, I noticed her hand on my arm. It must had to have been there for a while, and it appeared that she had no plans on taking it away.

I was sure Dedi saw, he was facing us. Taking her cue, I switched from idle chat to more flirting, she giggled and laughed as she moved closer to me.

Listening to Dedi an Mirabelle, I could hear that he went from his speaking about his pre-9-11 time in Calgary to describing a wooden paddle he owned. She was both a little drunk, and staring deeply at him.

I reached for a stick of celery from the nearby tray, then dipped it; a small amount of the dip ended up on the tip of a finger. Looking for a napkin, Samantha stepped closer, so close that we could share an umbrella, a very small umbrella.

“Let me tidy that up for you.” She said pressing her breasts against me.

I mumbled an incoherent reply; I was stuck in a booby-trap that left me speechless. She giggled as she raised my finger to my mouth. When her tongue touched my finger it was electric! Like a bear waking for the first time in spring, my erection slowly began to uncoil to poke at her.

She treated my finger like a mini-erection, slowly stroking it between light kisses. A glance at Dedi revealed that he wasn’t watching us at all, or if he had, he’d lost interest. Mirabelle had grabbed the bottle of wine from the counter and put it to her lips.

Normally a lady drinking straight from a bottle is not all that unusually; growing up Europe I saw it so often that you’d think we had a cup shortage. It was how she was drinking that suddenly caught all our attention.

She lifted the bottle ass-end up and slowly lowered it into her mouth, then her throat. She reversed this slowly, pulled it out took a breath then repeated faster! A sword swallower would certainly applaud her skills, I know I was enthralled.

Mirabelle set down the bottle, bowed to our clapping and smiled. Dedi seemed very impressed; he looked over at Samantha who was replicating the same feat upon my fingers.

“Samantha dear.” He said.

She pulled my finger from her mouth to speak in a cheery tone. “Yes Daddy!”

“Mirabelle and I are gunna go to her car, she might have a collar. I want you to keep my friend company while I’m gone.” He said as he left the kitchen.

I wasn’t sure what he needed a collar for; perhaps it had to do with him asking me about a dog earlier? I didn’t hear any four legged creatures around his home, so I filed it along with the other bits of info that made no sense.

Previously I stood there dumb-founded at the blowjob my finger was receiving, now with Dedi’s implied consent, I decided to push some boundaries. I moved my once limp arm to Samantha’s hip, then pulled her tight.

“Oh…” She cooed.

I then pulled my finger from her mouth and replaced it with my lips. The kiss we shared wasn’t the hurried passionate smooches you get during a one-night stand, but a slow and sensual one that lovers share.

David returned to the kitchen, and started chatting with me as if nothing were amiss. I spun Samantha around to give her a light swat on the bottom.

SMACK!

She purred at my touch as she ground her ass into my crotch. It was a teasing unlike any other I had experienced.

Mirabelle and Dedi entered the kitchen smiling, her cheeks were flush as if she went for a quick run, or… a brief make-out session.

“How are you feelin?” Dedi asked me.

“I’m ready to pull her dress up and make this a real party right here in the kitchen!” I replied.

“Good to hear.” He said in acknowledgement; he then looked over at Samantha. “Baby, ortahisar escort I need you to come over here.”

“Yes Daddy!” She cried out as she left me.

Samantha walked over to Dedi, halting in front of him. He spun her around, then had her hold her red hair up. I watched as he attached a black leather collar to her neck, it had two rows of small metal studs and at the front was a small metal hoop, presumably for a leash.

“Thank-you Daddy!!” She beamed loudly with joy.

“Baby, don’t thank me. It was Mirabelle’s, she had a spare in her car.” He replied gesturing to the lady beside him.

Samantha squealed again in delight before giving a big hug to Mirabelle. Collars weren’t my thing, but I could tell it brought her great joy. After a few moments of embracing the two ladies commenced with a deep kiss that made my previous smooch look like a peck on the cheek to grandma.

When the kiss broke Samantha returned to the standing lap dance she was giving me. I missed her warmth against me, and with her return the burning desire to ravage her had also re-emerged.

While we teased one another Dedi opened the fridge to grab a large ball-shaped ice cube. It looked like those mammoth ice pellets they get during hail storms. He spoke softly to Mirabelle while running it across her bare shoulders and upper-chest.

Mirabelle was flushed before, and now I could tell she was being tantalized as much as I was! I could see the sexual shivers running across her body. I could feel the sexual tension in the air, it felt like an orgy was going to explode right there in the kitchen!

Dedi held the ice ball in his hands before setting it down in a tray. He then used his chilled hand to rub Mirabelle’s shoulders; she cooed in chilled delight at his touch. He then looked over at us.

“Baby take him upstairs and relieve some of that pressure.” Dedi said.

I kept my mouth shut, I was worried that in my lust for her, I’d say something dumb.

“Sure Daddy!” She said pulling me by the hand.

Dedi stopped me at the doorway with a large hand on my shoulder.

“No mercy.” He said.

“Count on it.” I replied.

He removed his hand, allowing me to pass. In my current state of sexual frenzy I was convinced that ‘no mercy’ would involved thirty seconds of sex followed by a long nap.

At the top of the stairs was his display case, there were trophies, game balls, and even a large black Jama’at flag. I personally didn’t keep anything from my tours, but after seeing his collection I wish I had.

We then went into a small bedroom with a bed and desk, on the desk were more sex toys than what you’d find at a nunnery! There were dildo’s, vibrators, and ball-gags; handcuffs and rope. There was even a long metal pole that looked like a bed part with leather straps on both ends.

“I didn’t think Dedi was that kinky?” I thought to myself.

“What’s that dear?” Samantha asked.

Embarrassed at getting caught speaking aloud, I mumbled a quick. “Oh it was nothing.”

Samantha wasted no time, she sat on the bed then pulled me close she undid the belt. I dared not speak, I was convinced I was in a dream. If I said or did the wrong thing I’d wake up under a car in Afghanistan.

Grasping my rod with her hands she set to her work. She had this technique whereby she stroked while she twirled her tongue about clockwise, it left me breathless and reciting baseball statistics!

While this whirlwind of pleasure swirled about me, I didn’t notice Dedi until he was already in the room.

“She’s a real pro ain’t she?” he asked walking by.

I nodded my head, I feared that if I spoke I’d spill my seed, which was the last thing I wanted to happen two minutes into our fun-fest. Sensing my discomfort Dedi laughed.

“Baby, show him what you can do.” He commanded.

Samantha mumbled ‘Yes Daddy’ while my cock was still in her mouth. She then proceeded to impale my rod as deep as humanly possible into herself. I felt like an explore of old, travelling somewhere new an unique.

I could feel her throat squeezing upon my shaft; then with a gurgle, she withdrew it. We both took a deep breath before she decided to plunge again. Dedi watched the first two deep throats, after which he patted her on the head and left the room.

I wiped sweat from my brow; holding back the orgasmic tide within myself was serious work in the face of such a pleasure onslaught! Samantha returned to her early battle plan when Dedi returned with David and Mirabelle.

“Very impressive!” Mirabelle said.

David nodded in agreement; I assumed that she was speaking about my man-rod, however it was possible they were referring to Samantha’s technique.

Dedi walked around me to stand next to us. He seemed to be studying us, as he took in the situation. As if I light went off in he head, he had made his decision. Stepping forward he leaned down to grasp Samantha’s dress, then lifted.

“I think it’s time for some pussy poundin!” He declared osmangazi escort exposing her nudity to the room.

She was a very beautiful lady, her curves were truly seductive. Her breasts were large, easily a D-cup from what I could judge. Her areolas were a deep brown, darker than my own skin! Her nipples each bore a pink dumbbell nipple-ring! Pussy pounding sounded like a good idea, however I was now in the mood to lift those weights with my tongue!

Dedi put her on all fours before sitting down on the bed in front of her. I stepped out of my trousers then discarded my golf shirt, leaving socks and a white tank top to protect me against the air conditioning.

I spat on my hand to grease up my ebony pole before stabbing it into Samantha; behind me I could hear Mirabelle gasping. I assumed it was for me until I looked up.

Dedi had pulled his pants down to reveal his mighty oak. I always thought I had both length and girth in my favour, however Dedi was certainly much thicker than I!

Not one to waste time in staring I set to the task before me as I pushed into Samantha. She grunted in pleasure as my battering ram destroyed her gates to plunder what lay within. For a woman who must have had sex with Dedi several times, she was very tight!

Holding her hips I picked up my pace, then decided to slow down. It wasn’t a challenge between Dedi and I to see who could last longest. It was more about me lasting long enough for all of us to enjoy the evening.

“You know you can pound as hard and as fast as you like.” Dedi said with two fistfuls of red hair.

Amid the pleasure I was being bombarded with, I wasn’t able to string together more than a grunt of agreement. We had effectively put Samantha onto a spit roast; I was thoroughly convinced that we could have rotated her around repeatedly with our cocks!

Samantha appeared to be in heaven! She moaned in pure delight as we rammed her from both ends. She swayed back and forth with each thrust and movement we two of us made towards her.

The desire to explode continued to grow within me, I slowed down considerably and prayed for the stamina to last another minute.

“That’s some good pussy ain’t it!” Dedi declared loudly.

“Yeah, she is amazing!” I said surprised that I was able to speak.

“If its that amazing, then give it a good pounding!” He stated

I gave it a quick thought, then decided that he was right. I was there to have fun, if I came, I’d wait a few minutes, then start again. With my new courage I sped up, I had an audience standing behind me, and I didn’t want to let them down.

Dedi abruptly stood, dropped his pants before grunting something about ‘switching places’. I was in such a good mood now that I wasn’t holding back that I held up my hand for a high-five as we switched spots. Dedi halted and gave me a stern look.

“It won’t slap itself!” I said with a grin.

Giving into my Dutch humour he slapped my hand hard! It hurt, but it was well worth it. Both ladies giggled, while David and I laughed.

Laying down on the bed, Samantha pushed her way between my legs; the view of her hanging breasts was truly magnificent! Dedi got down on his hands and knees behind her then started kissing her ass cheeks.

She stroked me slowly, causing my man fluid to ooze out from the top of my volcano. She lapped at it patiently, like a cat to a bowl of milk. I took this slower pace as my cue to reach down and admire her breasts. They were both large and soft. I even managed to fondle the dumbbells on her nipples.

I could not see what Dedi was doing, but I was convinced that it was deeply pleasurable for Samantha. She often closed her eyes and held her breath.

A glance over at David and Mirabelle showed they were watching intensely as Dedi worked Samantha from behind. He spoke to them much to softly for me to hear his words.

Samantha seemed very focused on the attention she was receiving from behind, so much so that she forgot about me! She held my flag pole pointed towards the ceiling, hard as ever.

Deciding that there was an easier way of doing things, I pushed my hips down and under her. She didn’t clue in until I was snug between her breasts, at which point I started humping away.

“You sure like boobs.” Samantha said between breaths.

“More than you’ll ever know!” I replied back enthusiastically.

While David and Mirabelle laughed at my little joke, I couldn’t help but admire her lovely curves. If I had mind control powers, I’d direct her to lose the top and join Samantha.

Without warned Dedi got on his knees and plunged himself into Samantha. Whatever he was up to back there had gotten him so worked up that he was hard and ready to party. He pushed and thrusted with the energy I was holding back minutes before.

Mirabelle licked her lips, I could only imagine how she much she enjoyed being in the middle of this BBC Oreo cookie. Samantha moaned loudly with each ramming she received. I didn’t mind one bit, as she moved back and forth it only enhanced my tittyfuck experience.

Dedi slapped Samantha’s ass repeatedly, I could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer. Sweat dripped from his brow, and glistened his body. I wanted to slide my cock back into Samantha’s mouth to give her a double explosion, but she clung to me much too tightly for me to move.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

*****

“Annie, did you know Bill Jackson in school?” Chrissie asked her sister the next day.

“Billy?” she said. “Sure, I knew Billy. He was a very sweet guy.”

“You mean – he was gay?”

“Oh, no,” Annie said. “He wasn’t gay. I didn’t mean that kind of sweet. Just really nice. Quiet. Shy. You know?”

“Did you have sex with him?” Chrissie knew that her sister was no virgin, but she didn’t know who she had had sex with. Well, not all of them.

Annie actually laughed at the thought. “No, I never did. I honestly doubt if he ever did it with anyone. He was really shy. Like – painfully shy. I don’t know if he ever had a date. Of course he might have without me knowing it – I wasn’t that close to him. But I probably would have heard. Why are you asking so much about him?”

Chrissie wasn’t sure how much she should say, but she intended to tell the truth. “He’s working for a pizza place, delivering. That’s how I met him.”

“And you’re asking a lot about sex.”

“No, we just got off onto that. Besides, you know I am always interested in sex,” Chrissie giggled. “Just like you!” They both giggled.

After giggling a bit longer Chrissie got more serious. “Annie, speaking of sex, have you ever seen someone have sex? Or has someone watched you?”

“What?” Annie wasn’t shocked. She wasn’t shocked at much, especially from her sister. But she was surprised. “No, never did either. But, how about you?”

Chrissie looked over at Annie. “Yes,” she said softly. “Yes, I have. Both.”

She waited for Annie to be surprised, but she looked more interested in details than she was surprised.

Chrissie asked her, “Do you think you’d like that?”

“Which one?” Annie asked, but before she got an answer she continued. “Doesn’t matter. I think they both sound exciting. Very exciting. Have you really done it?”

“Yes.” Chrissie knew she would have to share details, so she said, “Last night I watched Riley and Bob screwing. It was so exciting.”

“Oh, shit!” Annie said. “Really? They just did it for you to watch?”

“Well, they were doing it anyway. Not just so I could watch.”

“Did they know you were watching?” Annie asked, very interested.

“Oh, yes, they knew. Tony and I were both watching.”

Annie thought for a minute, then, “Did they watch you and Tony screw?”

Chrissie hesitated. “Well… yeah, they did.”

“Oh, Holy shit!” Annie said. But she was smiling. And intrigued. “How did it make you feel?”

“Oh, fuck. It was so – sensual. Somebody actually watching me take a big dick right up inside me. It made it so much hotter. I tried watching their eyes. It was somehow a little like watching myself. But more.”

Annie was breathing hard. “I did notice that you said BIG dick, but I really wonder – wasn’t it weird?”

“Oh, yeah. It was at first. But it didn’t last long. So many thoughts… it’s hard to explain.”

Looking at the excitement on Annie’s face, Chrissie wanted to ask, “Do you think you would like it?”

Annie breathed hard. “It sounds so great. I’m getting hot just thinking about it.”

“Well, maybe…” Chrissie stopped talking, but Annie urged her to continue. “Maybe, you know, you could join us sometime. Somehow.”

Chrissie wasn’t sure how Annie would respond. She thought Annie was excited by the thought, but actually doing it? And of course, if her sister was there it might be totally strange.

Annie didn’t disappoint. “Fucking shit! That would be so fantastic.”

Chrissie appraised her sister. “You must be wilder than I thought.”

“I am. And I believe you are as well!”

“What about Bill?” Chrissie asked.

Annie was puzzled. “Bill? Who is that? Oh, you mean… Billy? Jackson? Oh, no, just about anyone else would be better than him. I mean, he’s cute enough, but he is too shy for anything like that.”

Chrissie spoke quietly again. “Would you believe – last night I blew him? I gave him a blow job right there in front of everyone.”

“What? I don’t believe it. Billy?”

“Well, actually he didn’t know we were being watched. But I did blow him. And he enjoyed it!”

Annie was still in disbelief. “I’m sure he enjoyed it. Probably his first one. But I am really surprised.”

“I guess maybe you could see for yourself!”

“What???” Annie straightened up and looked her in the eye, ready for details. “What are you talking about?”

“Just keep next Friday open,” Chrissie said.

By Friday the others kadirli escort had agreed, and there were some general plans in place. They called the pizza place and talked to Bill. Not surprisingly, he was happy to bring a pizza by, and make sure it was his last delivery. Though it was pretty early for his last one, he didn’t care. In fact he was eager.

“Hi, Bill,” Chrissie greeted him. She was topless behind the door, just like before, but this time Bill wasn’t surprised. In fact he was relieved. He could hardly dare to hope that this could be happening again.

“What were you expecting tonight?” She asked him.

“Uh – what? – nothing. Nothing.”

She looked at him as she placed her hands on his chest. “Nothing? Surely you thought something might happen here tonight. Don’t you remember last week?”

She was teasing him ferociously. She was also unbuttoning his shirt. “Let’s take this off this time.”

Chrissie sat on the floor and pulled him down with her, where she started kissing him. He kissed back, though he wasn’t too good at it.

“You know my sister,” she told him between kisses.

He looked surprised but couldn’t answer. She told him who she was.

“Annie? Yeah. She’s… she’s… nice.”

“You mean hot. Right?

“No, no, she’s nice.”

“You don’t think she’s hot?”

“Oh, yeah, she is,” he said nervously. “I mean, she’s nice, and, you know, yeah, she’s pretty.”

“You better say she’s hot, ’cause she’s here.”

“What?” Bill stopped kissing and looked around. “She’s here?”

“Hi, Billy,” Annie said as she entered the room.

Chrissie had to hold Bill down to keep him on the floor or from covering himself up. He settled down in a few seconds and looked at Annie, dressed a lot sexier than she ever had been at school.

Chrissie said, “Remember that blowjob I gave you last week?”

Bill hid his face as much as he could, shocked and embarrassed.

“It’s okay, Bill, Annie knows about blowjobs. In fact, she wanted to see you get one last week. She paused a moment. “Maybe she could watch us do something today.”

Bill was shocked and confused, but still excited.

“Maybe you return the favor. Have ever seen a girl’s pussy? Touched one? Felt one? Eaten one?”

Bill was moaning lowly at each suggestion. Then again when she told him that she was not wearing any panties.

“Lay back,” Chrissie said quietly.

Bill was a good boy and did what he was told, only vaguely aware that something very sexual might be going to happen.

Chrissie straddled his naked chest, pulling her skirt high up above her waist, exposing her pussy to Bill’s wide eyes. His very wide eyes. He couldn’t believe that he was seeing a pussy for the very first time. And so, so close.

Then she really blew his mind by reaching her fingers down and pulling apart her pussy lips. He was staring at the inside of her pussy. Well, someone’s pussy. He didn’t care whose. It wasn’t even registering. It was a pussy!

And it was getting closer! Chrissie was moving closer to him, to his face, her pussy moving in until it actually touched his face. His mind went blank. Until he heard a voice.

“Lick it.” Chrissie said. “Stick out your tongue… and lick”

The good boy did as he was told, without thinking, and his tongue touched a pussy! He growled as his mind came back to life. He knew enough to move his tongue, up and down the slit that he felt. He was now aware of what unexpected pleasure he was having.

Then he saw Annie just to the side of them. She had removed her shirt, and was now taking off her bra. He strained to see her, Chrissie’s body blocking part of his view. He strained to get a better view as her breasts were uncovered. Oh, how many times had he thought about those breasts. Not just hers, of course. Many breasts. And hers weren’t the biggest by far, but she was really cute. And now that he could actually see them he loved them. They looked beautiful, no matter what size they were.

“Oh, Billy, yeah!” Chrissie yelled.

Bill had gotten so excited trying to look at Annie that he forgot what he was doing to Chrissie. His tongue got carried away with the excitement and had been attacked her pussy, driving deeper in between her lips. He was doing good without even knowing it.

“Bill, are you a virgin?” Chrissie suddenly asked.

“No, of course not.” His voice was muffled, but was able to be understood.

Chrissie said, “Bill, be honest. It’s important to tell me the truth. Are you a virgin?”

“Yes,” kapaklı escort he said quietly. Even his tongue lost some hardness.

“That’s okay, Bill.” Chrissie said, gasping a bit at the feelings coming from her pussy. “But tell me, do you want to stay a virgin or would you like to lose it?”

Chrissie lifted herself off his face just a little as she could not tell what he had just answered.

“Lose it!” he nearly shouted. “I don’t want to be a virgin.”

“Are you sure? Tonight? With us?”

He answered yes to each question through her pussy. At this, Annie removed her skirt and stood there in his view totally naked for a few seconds. Then she moved behind her sister to Bill’s pants. She was quick to remove them and his raging erection bounced up into the air.

Annie took hold of his penis, feeling it, getting to know it. But not for long. She was anxious, too. She stroked it a few times and then, throwing her leg over him, positioned herself over top of it. She sank herself down onto it, pausing as it first entered her. She paused for her pleasure, but mostly for his. She was aware that it was a special time for him. And with his sister riding his face at the same time she was fucking him, it was truly special. He was constantly moaning, though it was muffled. He was very excited with each inch as he sunk deeper into his first pussy. The excitement overwhelmed him.

Behind the louvered door were the other three, doing their part in this orchestrated activity. It had gone just as they had planned. Perfectly. They watched as the two girls double teamed the poor pizza guy. Poor pizza guy? They all wished they could trade places. He will absolutely remember his first time, that was for sure! The girls were pleasuring him beyond any fantasies that he had ever had.

Chrissie had started first, but Bill was by far the most excited. He erupted with a scream, pumping up into Annie. She rode him, her pussy clenching his cock, both to milk him as well as trying to coax herself to explode, but she wasn’t ready yet. She was quite disappointed. She had gotten so excited, but now he was done.

But Chrissie was ready for hers. Bill’s tongue had reached far inside her, as his orgasm had caused it to stiffen and grow as much as his dick had. She pushed down hard on his face as she shook on top of him.

When she finished she thought of her sister, realizing that Bill had cum but Annie hadn’t. That would disappoint her but with this crowd she would have at least one more chance before this evening was over. She rotated around on Bill to face Annie and was surprised to see her bouncing up and down on him. Chrissie even reached under her sister to feel Bill’s cock. It was very stiff. His erection was driving into Annie as she kept dropping down, driving down, beginning to cry out herself. He hadn’t softened after all.

Chrissie reached for Annie’s clit and began rubbing it. Stroking it. She had never done this before, not with Annie, but she did not even wonder if she minded. Of course not. Annie was as oversexed as she was herself. It didn’t take much between Chrissie stroking Annie’s clit and having a cock stroking her insides in order to get Annie to erupt. As her climax hit she collapsed into Chrissie’s arms.

When she was done, Annie allowed Bill’s cock to slip out of her, waving proudly in the air, ready for more. Bill could certainly be happy with cumming once and losing his virginity, but both girls had cum, leaving Bill with little hope of cuming again. At least that’s what he though.

Bill didn’t know that there were three more people in the apartment who had been watching the whole thing and were now desperate for some relief of their own. They burst out from behind the door, already naked. They had been playing with each other, priming their bodies, waiting for their turn.

Bob and Tony were led out of the other other room by their cocks, Riley having a firm hold of them both. Tony stepped toward the left, where the others were, leaving Bob and Riley together. Bob led her a couple steps to the right, pinning her against the dining table then lifting her by the waist up onto the table. She sat on the edge and he pushed her onto her back, grabbing her ankles and spreading her legs. Bob stepped up between her legs, his stiff erection pointing the way. Letting go of one leg for a moment, he placed his head at Riley’s entrance. When he had hold of both ankles again, with her legs spread as far as his arms could make them, he rammed himself home. Both made a groaning sound, karacabey escort in both excitement and relief, as he sunk deep into her on the first stroke. It was exciting as well as a relief, after all of the buildup they had had. He pushed in several times, getting their frustration out, before he was able to slow down a little and begin to enjoy the feeling of being inside her. They could also enjoy a little of seeing the other couples fucking.

Tony had headed straight for Annie. The ‘new girl’ had excited him as he had watched her fucking Bill, and he was hoping to get a chance at her. He had knelt behind her and pulled her hips up off the floor where she had fallen and wasted no time doing her doggie style. She supported herself with her arms while he held her by the hips and speared into her. She felt a little tighter than the girls that he had had lately, but there was no problem getting into her. She had just been loosened up by fucking Bill, after all.

Chrissie had fallen to the other side of Bill, who still had an obvious hard-on. Looking at him she had spread her legs and said, “Climb aboard, big boy.” Her voice suddenly sounded extremely husky.

Bill had wasted no time crawling between her legs, unsure of whether he should use his mouth on her or his cock. She decided for him by lifting him upwards so they were head to head. As well as cock to pussy. At this point he let nature take over and settled his cock into her, driving it home. She locked her legs around him to help him thrust into her.

So all six people were now three couples, fucking away, with added inspiration by knowing, hearing, and somewhat seeing the other couples. Annie, still being fucked in the doggie position, had her head pushed near her sister’s. They were close enough to kiss which, surprising to them both, they did. It was a very sexy, sloppy, passionate kiss, which they had never done before but felt so right at this moment. Chrissie also watched Annie’s breasts bobbing back and forth underneath her. Chrissie’s breasts were bigger, but she loved looking at Annie’s. They were a perfect little mass of flesh. She couldn’t resist reaching out and grasping one as it bounced, even pinching her hard nipple.

As Annie was getting fucked and played with, she was watching her sister get fucked by Billy. Shit, she thought, he has a really nice-sized cock. It wasn’t the largest she had seen, but it was impressive. Certainly one of the biggest. She thought what a shame for Billy that the girls in high school hadn’t known about it. Billy could have been pretty popular with some of her friends.

Annie was the first to explode. It had all been too much. The kiss with her sister helped, and feeling her play with her tit, and watching Billy’s big cock enter her sister repeatedly, and of course being in the act of fucking Tony helped a lot. She had climaxed on Bill a short while ago and never had time to calm down from that. She, like her sister, was able to cum more than once in a short time. Someday they would try to find out how many times they could cum in a row, but tonight this would be enough. This one was a long, drawn out cum because Tony had been excited for a long time with no relief. He was ready to cum just a couple minutes after Annie, whom he kept right on fucking after she had finished.

Bob and Riley both erupted between those two, Bob driving hard again into her, still on the table. Her legs were getting sore being spread so far for all that time, but that didn’t stop her from cumming along with him. He fell onto her, crushing her but not getting up until his softening erection fell out of her.

Bill was the last to cum. He had already cum once, inside Annie, but his cock remained hard under the circumstances. Even when Chrissie exploded he kept fucking her, unwilling to end this night when he had lost his virginity, then fucked his second girl immediately afterwards. Those thoughts running through his head were almost as exciting as his dick inside Chrissie. Well, the thoughts added to the excitement anyway.

Chrissie was happy to let him continue fucking even when she was done. She thought maybe she could cum again if Bill would last long enough, but she didn’t think he would. And that was okay – she was pretty worn out by now. She was squeezing her vagina in an effort to help him end it soon. They were the only active ones left, which she liked, but no longer felt that much like putting on a show for the others.

Finally Billy rose to his climax. It wasn’t as great as his first one. This one felt like it had to be pulled out of him, instead of exploding out. But it was still terrific! This had been such an incredible week. First was his first blow job and orgasm caused by someone other than himself. Now his first intercourse, no more virginity, and then even a second orgasm in a row. Could it get any better than this?

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I crawled into bed and lay under the covers on my stomach, wearing nothing but a pair of black lacy panties. I was about to open my book and wind down for the night, when he walked in. He peeled off my blankets and removed my panties with his teeth. I let out a small giggle of pleasure and surprise at the interruption.

I pushed a hand to his chest, forcing him to stand. Naked now, I maintained eye contact as I slowly unbuttoned and removed his shirt, then his pants. He now stood, smiling wryly, in only his boxers. I could see that he was hard, but I wasn’t done yet.

I kissed his lips softly, then made my way down. Stopping to suck his neck for a moment before kissing down his chest. I heard him inhale roughly, I could feel his heartbeat quicken beneath my lips. My mouth soon approached his waist and I fell to my knees as I removed his boxers.

I looked up at him, and moving my long hair behind my shoulder, took his cock into my mouth. Moving one hand down to move against my clit, I felt how wet I was and let out a quiet groan of pleasure.

My other hand joined my mouth in caressing sapanca escort his cock. I licked him with long, slow twirls of my tongue. I knew he couldn’t stand this for long. He pulled me up, grabbing my hips to lift me into the air. I wrapped my long legs around his waist as he threw me back onto the bed.

Before I could gain my bearings, he was inside of me. I felt at once the whole of his cock and gasped. He was thrusting into me now, hard enough to move me back and forth across the mattress. I squeezed him hard between my thighs.

He looked down as we fucked, watching his cock slowly exit and re-enter my wet pussy. The air reverberated with our moans, grunts, and sighs of pleasure.

We heard a knock on the door, and smiled at each other. We knew it was my roommate, she had heard our moans and wanted to join. We agreed and she positioned herself over my mouth. She was already wet with excitement.

It wasn’t the first time she had joined us, and by now I knew what she liked. She was soon squirming and moaning in pleasure at the movements sarıçam escort of my tongue. Between her moaning and his cock still thrusting inside me, I knew I was about to cum.

He leaned down and gently licked my nipples, knowing I was close and wanting to push me over the edge.

I came. Hard. My tongue ceased moving against her cunt as I moaned. As my body shook with pleasure, she leaned down and kissed me deeply. He continued to thrust gently inside me as he played with my breasts.

She reached down and fingered my wet clit, I moaned and came again. Harder this time. They kissed as I squirmed below them.

He felt my body relax and moved down to lap up my juices as she resumed kissing me and began to play with my breasts herself.

I knew at this point that I couldn’t take much more, and I really did have to get some sleep – so my roommate and I turned our attention to him. I wanted to get him off before the night was through.

She whispered in his ear, “What next, big boy?” I gripped his cock, gently stroking as we awaited instruction.

He seferihisar escort lay back smiling for a moment, before telling us what he wanted. Then she positioned her wet cunt over his face as I slowly licked his cock. I teased him, taking just a bit in my mouth, then retreating, then taking a bit more…until he filled my mouth and throat.

I began to make long, slow movements, sucking him as I gripped his shaft in my right hand, twisting gently but firmly. I soon realized I was moaning on his dick, I wanted him – no – needed him inside me. So I grabbed his cock and slid it in, riding him slowly.

My breathing grew heavier and I moaned, I could feel how wet I was. I heard myself saying his name, over and over. He moaned into her pussy as his hands found my hips and gripped them hard.

She came on his face, mewing gently as we ground our hips together, totally in sync. My whole body is tingling, I can never get enough of him.

He let out a series of short moans, increasing in pitch, until her cum on his face made him fight to hold back a scream as he orgasmed. I felt his hot cum as he convulsed inside me and came with him, involuntarily. I fell into him, exhausted and utterly satisfied.

She kissed us both and went to take a shower. He smiled and kissed my forehead, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms, his cum still dripping from my tired cunt.

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Vera, Malena, and Liz were former co-workers at the city’s most prestigious Art Museum. Back in the day, they formed an infamous cohort of troublemakers at work; known for their dirty sense of humor, long lunches, and early escapes to happy hour.

It was only when each of them had moved on to new careers that they realized how much fun they used to have together. A decade later, they each had found themselves on separate paths and rarely made time to get together. That is until Malena invited them for drinks at her new condo on a late summer evening; which they gladly accepted.

In the car, on the way to Malena’s, Ted stole glances of his wife Vera’s sexy outfit: a short vintage green dress with sheer black stockings and heels. Vera was partial to wearing green, which was a great match for her intense hazel eyes and fiery red hair. She was a classy woman in her mid-30’s; proud of her Russian decent and European sense of style.

Vera had been happily married to Ted for five years, the last few of which she spent opening up and running her very own boutique wine shop. Ted’s position as professor of early modern European history at the local university was a nice compliment to his wife’s love of wine and travel.

Ted was dressed in a suit and tie on this particular evening as he was on his way to join a symposium at the public library. His dark brown hair had grown out enough to show off the natural waviness and compliment his kind blue eyes.

“It’s very nice of you to drive me, I could have taken the bus or a cab.” said Vera to her husband.

“Malena’s place is so far away, I’m happy to drive you. Have you seen yourself in the mirror? I don’t think the bus driver would be able to pay attention to the road. I know I can’t,” said Ted in his typical polite and hammy tone. “You know I don’t mind picking you up later if you need a ride,” offered Ted as they pulled up to the Malena’s condo.

“Thank you so much honey, you are the best,” said Vera as she kissed her husband goodbye.

Just before she opened the door she lifted her dress to reveal that she was wearing thigh-high stockings with lacy black tops strapped to a lacy garter belt, and no panties. A small trimmed patch of fiery pubic hair was on display, just above her beautifully smooth pussy lips. “Do you like what I’m wearing?” she asked.

“Whoa. What are you trying to do to me?” he pleaded.

“Just think about me when you are up there in front of all of those people tonight,” she offered with smile.

Vera had recently become addicted to the thrill of surprising her husband, especially when he was busy with work. The less available he was the more she wanted him. Plus, she thought it would be fun to dress sexy for ladies cocktail night. She wanted to put the idea in Ted’s head that the three of them would all be hanging out in sexy lingerie, even if that was not the case.

Ted blushed and smiled “Okay, have fun. I’ll pick you up later when you’re ready.” He was a bit on the shy side, especially when his wife was tantalizing him. The next three hours at the symposium move very slowly for Ted as he eagerly anticipated his wife’s call. He couldn’t stop thinking about what was beneath his wife’s dress. He had visions of her modeling in front of her girlfriends; pulling up her dress and her excited friends admiring and eagerly moving their hands across her.

***

Years later, after her internship with Vera and Liz, Malena had abandoned her ambitions to work in the Arts. She had recently moved to the far northwest side of the city and proudly became the pushiest pharmaceutical sales rep in the region. Her brown curvy hair and curvy figure to match were due to the fact that she was part Lebanese part Mexican.

There was no shortage of men on the line for Malena, although she was content to stay single. Back in the intern days, Vera and Liz knew a surprising amount about her sex life and were always eager for a spicy new story. Malena was sexually adventurous, to say the least, and had no shame in spilling the graphic details. It turned her on to tell sex stories to friends and regale them with her sassy Latina accent.

Malena had been walking around in her newly acquired condo in nothing but a lacy pink thong and her favorite silver earrings. She admired her natural 36 DD breasts in the mirror and her smooth large nipples, just a tint darker than her skin, hard from the air conditioning. Having finally decided on a small blue dress, which showed off much of her beautifully tan legs and cleavage, she turned to check the time. Her friends would arrive soon.

***

When Vera entered the front door of Malena’s condo, she saw that Liz had already arrived and was shaking up a fresh cocktail; an elderflower and gin concoction that she planned to garnish with fresh lemon peel.

Liz was an undeniable hipster, right out of an urban apparel catalog. At age 36, she still easily passed as 26. Her sultry brown eyes gave her a permanent mischievous expression and were well matched to her overtly sarcastic karaköprü escort personality. She had dyed-black straight hair that reached her shoulders and trendy asymmetrical bangs.

Unlike the other ladies, with their dresses and heels, Liz kept it casual: jean shorts, raised high enough for a view of her cheeks, and a snug tank top which scandalously displayed her perky nipples and gave a glimpse of tight stomach. Her 32 B bra, hiding somewhere in her messy apartment, did not get very much use. She was now a full-time bartender with dreams of someday opening up her own speak-easy style bar.

“Oh no! You guys are already drunk,” said Vera with a smile as she approached her drink-mixing friends.

“Not yet! Well, Liz is,” joked Malena.

“Hey, I’m not drunk!” responded Liz as she poured the shaker into a glass, spilling some on the counter and causing the other two to laugh. “You know I have bad motor skills without the alcohol!”

“I’m so happy you made it, Vera!” said Malena. “I missed that beautiful red hair,” she said as she boldly played with some curls. “Let me give you the tour. Don’t worry about Liz, she cleans up spills professionally.”

Malena’s place was incredible for the price, due to its less than desirable location. A large kitchen was located near the front door, with a long island separating it from the living room. Her bedroom was just past the living room and contained a huge bathroom, complete with an impressive shower, big enough for three.

***

Many hours into the evening, the ladies had settled in to the living room with snacks and cocktails and had caught up on nearly all of the gossip that they could provide one another.

Malena, as expected, couldn’t resist telling them about her latest sexual encounter. She had recently joined another couple in a threesome. Vera and Liz hung on every word. They were slightly embarrassed as they were incredibly turned on by this juicy story. They quizzed Malena thoroughly about all of the details.

“So how does this work out in the end? Who came first? Did everyone cum or did someone get left out? I always worry that people get left hanging,” Vera commented. She was especially curious as she had always hoped that her and Ted could experience a threesome with another woman.

“Vera, I lost track of all the cumming,” replied Malena to Liz’s laughter. “I really liked getting oral from another girl actually, I had never done that before and it was very nice.”

“Wow,” exclaimed Liz slightly embarrassed by the graphic details.

“Go on,” Vera begged, hoping that Liz wouldn’t deter her from giving up the goods.

“Her tongue was stroking my pussy,” Malena continued “and my mouth was full of her boyfriend’s cock. That is what made me cum. We switched positions and I returned the favor to her.”

“That sounds amazing,” Vera commented.

“Ladies, let me just tell you this: whatever amount of cum you would normally expect from a guy, you can double that with a threesome!” said Malena with a smile.

“Oh gross,” replied Liz. “I can barley handle a regular ole twosome load, so I think I’ll pass.”

“Liz,” continued Malena, in a teasing manner, “you should have seen it, he completely covered our faces, our mouths, our tits —it was nuts. We were dripping all over, we even cleaned each other off by…”

“Okay, I get it,” interrupted Liz, nearly choking on her drink. “I’ve seen porn, I didn’t realize these things really happened without money and cameras involved.”

“Who said there wasn’t a camera?”

“You are crazy” replied Liz while Malena laughed. Malena enjoyed shocking Liz immensely, even if it meant embellishing the details.

“Wow, Malena, that is hot,” replied Vera. “Sounds like everyone had a good time. I’m sorry but I am kind of jealous. What were you going to say about cleaning each other off? What did you guys do next?” she asked impatiently.

“Vera, you slut, you are just as nasty as me aren’t you?!” exclaimed Malena

Vera’s phone suddenly vibrated on the table next to her and she jumped. She was so excited by the conversation she completely forgot that she had already asked Ted to come pick her up a while ago. His text read: “here.”

Vera replied to Ted, asking him to “cum on up” to which he replied “okay?”

“I’m sure you have some good stories too?” Malena queried Vera.

“Well, nothing like that” replied Vera, putting her phone to the side. “Ted really is amazing, but we don’t have any group sex stories. We talk about it all the time but we’re going to take it slow, we are married after all. Besides, a double cum load from Ted would probably hurt someone,” replied Vera as the other two smiled and glanced at each other.

“Big-load Ted, who knew?” said Liz to Malena, causing her to laugh.

“I don’t know how you girls do it,” Liz continued. “I don’t let guys cum all over me. What about your hair? Your eyes? It’s such a mess. Not that they don’t try every time!” replied Liz.

“Don’t karatay escort knock it until you’ve tried it, Liz” responded Malena. “I am telling you, my nerdy little friend, this is a good move. You let a guy cum on you and he will be your slave for eternity. Especially if he thinks you’ll let him do it again. They are simple animals.”

“Liz, she’s right,” replied Vera. “I’ve got Ted chauffeuring me around tonight. How do you think I trained him? I dare you to try and find a guy that doesn’t have Glazed and Confused in his browser history,” she joked to the other’s laughter.

“Okay guys, you convinced me, I give up. I’m going to take a big face-load from the next guy I see, but only if I can share it with you. One of these days…” responded Liz sarcastically.

“How about today? Ted is walking up to the building right now,” Vera offered. Her heart started pounding when she realized how serious this suggestion sounded. The thought of it made her very wet. “I hope you don’t mind that I invited him in, Malena”.

“No! Not at all.” said Malena with a mischievous look on her face. “Do you think ole Ted has any idea what he’s walking in to? I’m sorry Vera, I can’t lie. I’m horny as fuck now from all of this sex talk. If you put a dick in front of me, I am not responsible for my actions,” joked Malena.

Vera, unsure if she should find the statement threatening, was actually very turned on by the idea of her busty Latina friend flirting with her husband.

“I’m not joking, Malena, I will take this further than you think,” responded Vera, calling her bluff. “Maybe I want to see what happens when I put a dick in front of you?” she challenged with a smile as she leaned in and rested her hand on Malena’s leg. A knock on the door interrupted the three of them.

“Ted!” yelled Malena as she leaped from the couch and ran to let in her new guest. The other girls laughed at her enthusiasm.

“Wow, what is going on tonight? It’s like we’re in our 20s again.” commented Liz to Vera.

“Actually, we were never this dirty, even back then. There is something about the three of us together, I guess. And your drinks! What did you put in these anyway?” responded Vera.

“Don’t look at me!” defended Liz. “The last thing I would ever do is try to make you nymphs even hornier. I’m trying to sedate you. It isn’t working.”

Liz couldn’t help but notice Vera’s stockings. She had been admiring them throughout the evening and on a few occasions saw further up her dress: the lacy black stocking tops, the garter straps, and even more.

The front door, which Ted had been staring at patiently, opened to reveal Malena with a huge smile to go with her bouncing cleavage. He could see Vera and Liz were sitting on the living room couch and chair respectively.

“The professor is here! We are glad you could make it, Ted” said Malena, looking him over. “Okay, it has been a long time. You look fit, you’ve still got your hair, and you are dressed nicely. Overall, I would say that I am impressed.”

“Thanks, I guess?” he replied with a smile.

“Hey, I say this because Vera has just been talking about your cock all night. The rest of you is nice as well!” said Malena.

“That sounds like Vera,” Ted commented, now feeling a little uncomfortable. He could smell the gin on Malena’s breath.

“Let’s get you a drink!” Malena suggested.

“Oh no, thanks so much, but I think I’m just picking up Vera tonight,” replied Ted.

“Stay for a drink! I’m not ready to go yet,” called out Vera from the living room. She got bossy when she drank, which Ted did not mind at all.

“Okay, a drink it is,” responded Ted. “Unfortunately, I had to work tonight, sorry about the dress clothes” he said, referring to his suit pants, black leather shoes, and white button up shirt now less buttoned and sleeves rolled up after a long night.

“Hi, professor!” Liz called out from the living room. “You forgot your elbow-patch jacket.”

“Ted, don’t mind her. Have a seat next to your wife. I’ll bring the drinks.” offered Malena.

As Ted approached the living room, an intoxicated Liz skipped the small talk and went right to “Ted, we were just talking about cumming on girls’ faces. What do you think about that?” before he even managed to have a seat.

Ted, lacking a drink, was unable to spit it out in shock and instead froze next to the couch. Vera started laughing uncontrollably at Liz’s trademark inappropriate behavior.

“Ughh. I… Well…” stumbled Ted.

“You don’t have to answer that, honey. I will. Liz, he loooves it!” responded Vera, to his surprise. She slapped him on the ass. This was not the save that Ted was expecting. He was beginning to realize that he was being ambushed by some very horny and drunk women and the best thing to do was to just have a seat and let them continue their fun.

“I am sorry, Ted” Malena said, handing him his drink and sitting on the other side of his wife. “I take full responsibility for this. I got these girls karesi escort drunk and horny and now you’ve got to deal with the consequences.” She crossed her shiny tan legs and put her right arm around his wife.

“Thank you so much for hosting, it was really fun,” Vera said to Malena as she moved in to give her a kiss on the cheek and then another on the lips.

Vera couldn’t help herself; she was feeling really comfortable on the couch, drawn in by the smell Malena’s sexy perfume. Malena played along. She responded to the kiss and gently pushed out her tongue for Vera and glanced in Ted’s direction. He was now in full blown danger mode. His suit pants, made of very light material, were not going to hide the erection that was forming.

“Ted, look at your sexy wife making out with me. What have you been doing to her? She is such a dirty girl since the last time I saw her!” exclaimed Malena as she moved her hand up Vera’s leg, all the way to the garter strap. Vera’s heart throbbed and she felt herself getting wetter from Malena’s touch.

Ted moved forward to rest his elbows on his knees, an awkward last-ditch effort to hide his erection. It didn’t work.

“Oh my, look what we did!” said Vera. “I’m sorry honey, we are out of control. Don’t be embarrassed.” She moved her hand into his lap and gently rested it on his throbbing cock. His heart was pounding. He didn’t know what to do so he just took a huge sip of his drink while the girls giggled.

“Ted,” started his wife, “will you please trust me and help me win a bet? You have to do what I say, though.” She looked at him with her wild hazel eyes as she directed Malena’s hand further to reveal the tops of her stockings to everyone in the room.

“What bet? There was a bet?” inquired Malena.

“Shut up,” Vera responded playfully to Malena.

“Okay, I trust you,” responded Ted with a smile. He had no idea where this was going.

“Ha!” replied Liz, “big mistake.”

“Stand up here,” Vera said as she pulled Ted up from the couch and positioned him facing Malena and herself. She moved her hands around to the back of his pants, grabbed his ass tightly and pulled him closer to the couch.

“Liz, come over here and sit by me” commanded Malena. Liz realized she was watching intensely with her mouth open and suddenly snapped out of it. She quickly sat next to Malena, looked up at Ted, and smiled.

“Ted, there is still time to run,” offered Liz.

Vera rubbed Ted’s cock through his pants while the other ladies watched. She slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. The room was now intensely quiet as she lowered his pants, revealing his tight blue boxer-briefs and the large lump beneath them.

“Malena, you were saying something about the danger of putting a cock in front of you?” asked Vera slyly. Watching her friends observe her husband’s erection was an incredible turn on; she wanted to see how far she could go. “So, ladies, what should we do with him?”

“How about we play a game?” suggested Malena. “Let’s each try out a move on his cock and he can tell us which one is his favorite!”

Vera looked up at her somewhat nervous and erect husband and then replied, “Actually, Ted, you can just keep quiet. We’ll let your cock do the talking.” The others nodded in agreement.

“Have you ever imagined that three horny girls would want to play with you cock at the same time?” asked Liz.

“Of course he has!” responded Malena, “He probably does 10 times a day!”

“Ted,” Vera interjected, “is it okay if I just start by sucking on your balls for a little bit?” she asked with a begging look in her eyes. “We don’t have to go any further than that.” She wanted him to be comfortable so that the fantasy could continue.

“Okay” replied Ted, who was petrified where he stood, in more ways than one.

“Oh, good trick move, Vera. Going right for the balls,” replied Malena nodding her head with approval. “Liz, are you taking notes?”

Vera had her hand against his erect and upright cock, still behind the boxer-briefs. She gently lifted the fabric on her left hand side so that the other girls could watch her. Her wet tongue tickled his balls as he looked down in disbelief.

Vera formed her lips around his right ball and started sucking on it. The other girls watched intently, drinks in hand. She ended her performance by stuffing both balls in her mouth, holding them for awhile as she looked up at her husband, and then releasing them with a big wet sucking sound.

“Girls, would you be interested in helping me out?” asked Vera.

“We would love to. Right, Liz?” replied Malena, looking at her friend in a humorously stern manner. Malena leaned in and slowly moved her tongue up and down Ted’s balls while Vera looked on and held her husband tightly.

“Okay. I’m in. Maybe I’ll learn some moves,” replied Liz, who was very eager to see what her friends would do next. “Ted, you can be the,” she paused “practice cock of the evening!” she said to the other girls’ giggles.

Vera pulled back Ted’s boxer-briefs further to make sure that all three of them had access to his balls. Liz joined Malena and Vera; their tongues stroking Ted’s balls in unison. The excitement in their eyes was quite a sight for Ted as he watched them move their tongues around and happily make contact with each other.

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