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When I entered high school, our gym teacher, Miss Preston, made sure that all of us showered after each gym session. And she would stand in the shower area and watch all of us showering while she idly twirled her short blonde hair in her fingers. None of us at the time thought anything of her watching us. We were too busy watching each other. As for myself, I was fascinated by all of the beautiful bodies. I just wanted to suck on every girl’s cunt and tits there.

I took gym for my entire four years in high school. It wasn’t a requirement, but it was strongly suggested.

My gym class was at the end of the day, and this particular class was so scheduled for the senior girls, most of whom were eighteen, myself included.

Because it was at the end of the day, I never hurried to finish my showers, and Miss Preston never rushed me. Our dressing area was located across from a very large mirror, and I often would pose in front of it nude and rub my tits. If no one else was there, and if Miss Preston was not around, I would sometimes finger-fuck myself.

One afternoon, when the other girls had left, I had just stepped out of the shower and was toweling myself dry. I was terribly horny that day, and I began to finger-fuck myself in front of the big mirror. I got carried away and jammed two fingers of my left hand into my cunt while I diddled my clit with the fingers of my right hand. I was really getting off, and the image of my enjoyment in the mirror brought me to a crashing orgasm. I moaned long and loudly.

At that time Miss Preston came out of her office and called me in. She was dressed in a terry-cloth robe. I had hoped she hadn’t seen me doing myself. I told her I would after I got dressed, but she smiled and said, “You’re fine. Come on in. We’re just us girls.”

When I entered, she was sitting in a large, long sofa which was located against the opposite wall from her desk. Miss Preston was young, and she was beautiful. All of the girls loved her. She was fair, polite, and easy-going. We could talk with her, and she never talked down to us.

She motioned me to sit next to her. As I did, I looked up and gasped audibly. I was looking out of a large window into the dressing area! I was horrified.

I started to protest. “Miss Preston, oh, my god, I . . .”

She put her arm around my shoulders to hug me. “Relax, honey, I use that to watch you girls in case something happens. It’s just a safety measure. We don’t use it to spy on you.” She squeezed my shoulder tenderly. Then she removed her robe and revealed her nakedness. “May I hug you?” she asked.

I was nervous and not sure how to respond to her request. After all, she was my teacher! But I did like her very much.

“Yes, I . . . um . . . guess so,” I replied diffidently.

We hugged each other tightly, and I was intoxicated by her fragrance.

“You smell nice,” was all I could mutter. Keep in mind, I was casino siteleri stark naked, and my nipples started to harden.

“You smell sweet, too,” she whispered into my ear. Her warm breath in my ear was giving me shivers.

“I just happened to see you getting yourself off, and you got me hot. May I make love to you?”

Without responding I snuggled to her closer. As I did, my left hand landed on her right tit. I held it there motionless.

She reached over to me and kissed me on the lips. I opened my mouth on the kiss, and she darted her tongue into my mouth. We remained in that kiss for several minutes, and I began massaging her tit with my hand. She moved one of her hands into my crotch, so I moved my legs apart. She played with my outer lips before she inserted her middle finger into my pussy. When it was all the way in, I became uncontrollable. I humped her hand and sucked hard on her tongue. My orgasm came on me hard, and I gasped audibly.

Then to my dismay, Miss Preston stopped. She cradled my head in her arms and whispered, “Oh, Gloria, I love you. I love you so very much. I have wanted to make love with you for so long.” I sucked on her breasts for quite some time, but I wanted to get on to greater things. I put my hand on her hairless cunt. I wanted to examine her thoroughly. But I was startled by her lack of hair and asked her why she didn’t have any. My own pussy hair was sparse, and I thought Nature had cheated me out of what should rightfully be mine: a thick bush between my legs.

She said, “I use a depilatory cream. Our cunts are so pretty; it’s a shame that they are hidden by a mass of hair. And, honey, you have a beautiful cunt, and that’s why I invited you into my office. I want to eat your cunt forever.”

But I was ahead of her. I began pulling her lips apart, and she shifted her position so I could get my tongue in there to hit the magic button. Her smell was strong and it was making me hotter.

Miss Preston stopped and said, “Let me lower the back of this couch. It’s actually a bed.”

She got on her back and said, “Let’s get in a sixty-nine.”

I needed no further instructions. I was on top of her in a flash! As soon as my pussy was near her mouth, her tongue and lips went to work. I was overwhelmed with passion. I lay on top of her and remained motionless while she snaked her tongue into my hole. Then she began to work my love button. She wasn’t on my clit for more than a few seconds before I had another shattering orgasm. I had momentarily forgotten about my occasional penchant for peeing after orgasm. I cried out, “Miss Preston, I’ve gotta pee bad—real bad!” That’s when I felt her entire mouth on my cunt, and I took that as the signal to let fly. My pee came in torrents, and Miss Preston drank every drop.

When she pulled her head away, she said, “God, I love the smell and taste of young cunt, but yours is the best I’ve ever had. And slot oyna your pee is delicious!”

That was when I pried her cunt lips apart and began my work. Her smell was intoxicating, and I worked my tongue randomly inside her entire pussy. While I was doing her, I could feel her leisurely moving her tongue around my asshole. I was in heaven! I began to concentrate on her clit, and I sucked it hard while I filled her cunt with as many fingers as I could get in there. She was flooding my hand and fingers with her wetness.

She gasped, “Put your entire hand in me! Please!”

I did as I was told, and soon she humped my hand and face. Her entire body stiffened, and she came in an explosive orgasm; then her entire body lay motionless. She was breathing hard. I pulled my hand out of her, and she asked, “Will you drink my pee?” Without answering, I put my mouth on her cunt, and she peed a steady stream into my mouth.

We set the sofa back up, and we sat together nude. She told me that she had always been a lesbian and that she loved having sex with young girls. She told me that the peeing added a new dimension to sex and that she had never thought of it before. We sat together, wrapped in each other’s arms; we hugged and kissed most of the afternoon away.

From then on, we would meet and have sex after school every day. She was always so loving and attentive to me and to my needs. In turn I was always loving and attentive to her and her needs.

About halfway through the year I was getting a crush on a girl who sat next to me in my English class. She and I also had gym together that same period. Amanda and I developed a friendship, and we always enjoyed being with each other. I told Miss Preston about my desires for Amanda, and she told me to delay her departure from gym class and that she would watch us through her window.

Amanda and I were finally alone, and we were both nude, drying ourselves off. I asked Amanda to dry my back for me, and she gently rubbed her towel on my back. As she did so, she put her hand on my hip.

“Your skin is so soft,” she whispered. Then she moved her hand on my belly and moved it up and down, finally bringing it to rest on one of my breasts. I could feel her trembling.

I said to her, “Don’t be afraid; I’ve been waiting for you to make the first move.” I turned around and put my arms around her and kissed her on the lips. Her mouth parted, and I slipped my tongue inside. I brought my hands down her back slowly and then rested them on her butt cheeks and gently squeezed. Our tits were rubbing against each other. She brought one of her hands down and began to finger the inner folds of my pussy. I was delirious with pleasure! I ran my fingers along the crack of her ass and began fingering her anus. ‘Kiss me there; oh, please, kiss me there! Before I could get down to her ass, she began to pee!

“Oh, my god! I did it again! Oh, I’m so sorry!” Then canlı casino siteleri she began to cry.

I led her back into the shower and rinsed her off. When we came out, she had regained her composure. I noticed the office door was opened, so we walked in. Miss Preston must have stepped out, leaving the obvious hint that we could use her office for love-making. We were still wet, so I toweled her off, concentrating on her pussy. She sat down on the couch, and I kneeled down on the floor in front of her. “Spread your legs,” I commanded. She did as she was told, and I leaned over and began to tongue her pussy.

I got to her clit, and she moaned, stiffened, and exclaimed, “Oh my god, I’m coming!”

I got up and sat next to her, and she lay her head in my lap, facing my belly. When she regained her senses, she told me that she had always wanted to have sex, but only with girls; yet every time the opportunity presented itself, she would tremble in fright and would begin to pee. For that she was met with hostility and anger from her potential partners.

At that moment I happened to look up, and I saw Miss Preston, nude, looking at us. She winked at me, motioned for me to be quiet, and quietly moved over to the sofa. Then she softly moved her hand on Amanda’s breasts.

“Oh, Gloria, your hands feel so smooth on me.” Then she paused, opened her eyes, and looked up right into Miss Preston’s face. “Oh! Miss Preston! Oh, my god!” She sat upright, a shocked look on her face. “Miss Preston, I’m so sorry!”

“For what, sweetheart?” she answered.

Then Amanda realized that Miss Preston was also nude. Amanda looked her over, up and down. “You are so beautiful, Miss Preston.”

“And so are you, Amanda, and Gloria thinks so, too. May I make love to you, Amanda?”

Miss Preston pulled out the sofa and made it back into a bed. She got in the middle and told us to love every inch of her. Amanda wasted no time. She pulled Miss Preston’s legs apart and began an aggressive oral attack on her hairless pussy. I worked on Miss Preston’s nipples in the meantime, occasionally stopping to kiss her on the mouth. I could sense that she was having an orgasm when she stiffened and began rapid, short breaths and let out a long, deep moan.

At the same time Amanda stopped and looked at me. “Gloria, I’m gonna pee again!”

I said, “Hold on; I’ll get to you!” I surprised her when I glued my lips to her pussy. She was in a kneeling position, and I had complete control. Her pee came in strength, but I drank all of it.

She got off the bed and stood there, looking at me in complete awe. “You did that for me?”

I said, “Yes, because I love you, honey. I loved you from the moment you sat next to me in English class.”

She replied, “Oh, Gloria, I love you, too. So very much.”

We continued our friendship and our loving for the rest of the school year. When the school year ended, Amanda moved away. Miss Preston also left, getting a higher-paying teaching job in another state; but I was graduating anyway, so it didn’t matter. But as we were making love for the last time, I realized how much I would miss her.

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It was another friday night of hanging out with my friends, a guys’ night out so to speak. Usually it was about four or five of us playing pool and darts in my buddy Todd’s game room that he had set up, drinking, and listening to a bunch of rock music. This would normally turn into a game of beer pong or any other drinking game that we could come up with, until we would all crash out drunk in various areas of Todd’s house.

Tonight was a little different. The drinking and playing pool was still a go, but Todd’s wife Jennifer was there keeping a close eye on us due to the fact her parents would be coming to visit early in the morning. They were flying in from out of state and staying the week, and needless to say Jennifer didn’t want a handful of sick and hungover guys lying around in her house. How Todd even convinced her to let us still party tonight was a miracle, although she said we could only stay until midnight and then she was driving us home.

As I said a very slurred goodbye to them in the driveway in front of my house, I decided that maybe being home early wasn’t such a bad thing. When the Fridays for guys night came around, that also meant my wife Sherri had friends over for a few drinks as well. Usually they just sat and gossiped about relationships, at least to my knowledge. I was pretty lit already, but it would be nice to maybe drink a few with the girls and then get to fall asleep in my own bed when I’d had too much.

The first thing I noticed as I stumbled up to the front door was that there was music blaring inside. Not really unusual seeing as how Sherri and her friends loved to dance when they drink. I unlocked the door and went inside, nearly deafened by the stereo. No one was in the living room so I made my way to the kitchen where I expected to find the girls mixing drinks.

The kitchen was empty as well, but the table was a mess. I could see the girls’ drinks on the table, all half finished. Judging by the number of shot glasses that were also there, Sherri had two friends over tonight. Typical. Probably her two best friends Stacy and Megan.

Stacy was an athletic looking blonde and had a really cute face. She was pretty gorgeous and even Sherri admitted so. She and Sherri were really good friends from college. Her most noticeable physical trait other than her blue eyes was definitely her breasts. She was slightly tall and wasn’t a thick girl at all but she had the biggest set of natural tits that I have ever seen. They were a decent C cup by my measure, not unbelievably large, but it took a lot not to stare when she came around.

Megan was another looker. She was short and dark haired and most of the time she was quiet and shy. She had been Sherri’s friend for as long as I could remember. Whereas Stacy was top heavy, Megan was a girl with a lot of bottom. Though short, she had thick legs and an ass that turned heads wherever she went. It was a nice round ass that swayed and jiggled slightly as she walked.

Though Sherri herself was a very attractive woman as well, when either one of her friends came around, I was hard pressed (literally) to keep my eyes to myself.

As I surveyed the scene through groggy eyes, the girls were apparently doing more than just hanging out for casual drinks. They were really getting messed up tonight.

I decided to pour myself a glass of whiskey and go find them. I thought they might be outside on the back patio, but as I looked out the back door all I could see was darkness. I finished my whiskey with a sour face and shook my head. I poured another and decided to go change into something comfortable. Sherri and her friends were probably somewhere outside goofing off or something.

I made my way upstairs toward our bedroom. I thought about calling out for Sherri to see if they were up there before coming up but with the music so loud she probably wouldn’t have heard. I was just about to stumble into the bedroom when I noticed the door was cracked about half open and the light was on. This normally wouldn’t have alarmed me had I not seen what was happening inside the bedroom.

I saw Sherri lying on the bed in her bra and panties, the sheets a wadded mess underneath of her. Hovering over her on her hands and knees with her back arched was Stacy. Stacy was wearing about the same thing except instead of a bra she was wearing one of my old workout tank tops. My tank top!

I was frozen in place with my mouth open and a glass of whiskey in my hand. My mind couldn’t process what I was seeing, especially not in its current state of stupor. Surely they couldn’t be….

I watched as Stacy swept a blonde lock of my wife’s hair from her eyes and dove down into a deep kiss. Sherri ran her hand through Stacy’s hair and pulled her in deeply. I saw their mouths open from time to time and witnessed their tongues rolling against each other. The kiss wasn’t exactly slow either. Stacy’s head would turn from side to side like a dancing cobra and her hands worked in no casino siteleri particular order over my wife’s body.

I didn’t know what to do. My first emotion standing in the dark hallway was that I had come home to see something I wasn’t meant to see, and that there was another person making out with my wife. Anger built within me quickly, but subsided just as fast as I marveled at these two gorgeous women in my bed.

Stacy withdrew from Sherri’s face with a gasp. I could then see the look in my wife’s glossy eyes. She was trashed, clearly, but more than that she looked hungry. She wanted this! Stacy went back to work and went this time for Sherri’s neck. Good move, I thought to myself distantly. Sherri loved her neck being kissed. Stacy was kissing and licking my wife’s neck as though trying to remove chocolate from her skin.

She didn’t stop there though. Stacy kept working her way down to Sherri’s chest, her movements causing her back to incline and her ass to stick up, and her beautiful tits to sway under the fabric of my tank top. Without warning she reached into my wife’s bra and pulled out one of her breasts. Sherri’s breasts aren’t small things either, though perhaps not as large as Stacy’s. It made no matter to Stacy who clutched Sherri’s tit in one hand and sucked and nibbled at the quickly firming dark pink nipple. The blurring of pain and pleasure was written plainly on my wife’s sweet face.

I was instantly hard, my trapped dick pressing against my jeans fiercely. My wife had never mentioned being attracted to women at all, but from the looks of it she was loving this. I had a notion to walk in, maybe even try to join them. I knew better though. I knew if I walked in they would stop immediately. I would likely ruin this. I made sure I was still hidden in the dark hallway, took a sip of whiskey, licked my lips and continued to watch.

Stacy had now made her way down across Sherri’s tanned stomach and to the top of her thighs where she chewed and sucked while squeezing her thigh with both hands. Stacy would shoot lustful looks up to Sherri as she did, and Sherri returned them with a wicked little smile and what I thought were moans. It was hard to tell because of the music.

It was then that Megan walked in. I had forgotten about her. She walked out from the bathroom almost so close to the door where I was spying that I almost shouted in surprise. She didn’t notice me. Her shoulder length black hair was up in a ponytail and she wasn’t wearing a top. The sight of her bare back made my dick jump. She was wearing really tight boi shorts that couldn’t completely cover that thick ass of hers. It almost hurt to look at, stretching those silky black shorts the way it did.

Stacy saw Megan approach the bed, smiled and reached for her. Megan climbed onto the bed to join her, and I noticed the bottle in her hand then. Some sort of liquor. Stacy got up close to her and put an arm around her, grinning and panting, her breasts pressing firmly into Megan’s chest as they were inches from each other’s face.

Stacy took the bottle from Megan and turned it up for a swig. I could tell she didn’t swallow, but then pulled Megan’s silky black ponytail down tilting her head back. The shorter girl’s mouth was poised and ready as Stacy went in for an alcoholic kiss. The two kissed long enough to swap the fluid and Stacy and my wife cheered as Megan gulped the liquor down. Sherri then crawled up beside Stacy and took a kiss shot as well, with Megan lapping up some of the liquor that ran down her chin and neck.

I took my own gulp of whiskey, enthralled at the sight of these beautiful girls. They were now kissing one another deeply, and I saw my wife’s hand squeezing one of Megan’s plump ass cheeks. By now I was almost sure that this was sort of as far as it was going. I had seen that they like to get wild when they drink now, but none of them were bisexual or lesbian, so I was sure that they couldn’t go all the way. It was one thing for them to kiss and fool around, but it was another thing entirely to completely have sex with each other.

To my surprise, Megan pushed Sherri down to the mattress on her back. She had apparently unclasped my wife’s bra, and her tits bounced free as she fell. Megan then straddled herself on top of her, giving me a good view of her plump ass as she layed atop of Sherri. I could also see a bit of both of the girls’ sides, and my wife’s round rack pressed against Megan’s pale petite tits. They instantly began to make out passionately, and I found myself rubbing my dick through my jeans.

Stacy rolled off the bed and went to the side of the bedroom that I couldn’t see. I was more focused on watching Megan with my dear wife at the moment. Megan’s hips began to roll and grind, rubbing her crotch against Sherri’s as they kissed. It was mesmerizing to see as her thick rump squeezed up and popped back in a steady fluid motion as though she was riding a cock.

Again Sherri’s seemingly tiny hands slot oyna slid around Megan’s back and seized both of her huge ass cheeks in a tight grip. My dick pumped hard as I saw my darling wife raise a hand and smack Megan’s ass with a loud pop that I heard even over the music. This drove Megan’s jiggling ass to grind a bit harder and faster as they continued to lock lips and tongue each others mouths.

Stacy then came back into view and climbed onto the bed behind the two girls. She placed something on the bed beside her, then grabbed the small pair of boi shorts on Megan’s ass and began to pull them off. Megan slipped her legs out of the panties and I got an eye full of her tight little asshole and her throbbing hairless peach below it. I felt so nasty seeing Sherri’s best friend with her most exclusive parts exposed. Megan’s ruffled lips were puckered and split open underneath her just above my wife’s crotch, like a flower in bloom.

Stacy then reached under and pulled off Sherri’s pink thong, exposing the nice shaven pussy I was very used to. As soon as the two girls were bottomless, their glistening slits pressed against each other, and as they resumed their kissing, Megan slowly grinded her slick pussy against Sherri’s.

I couldn’t contain my bulging dick anymore. I drained the rest of my whiskey and unfastened my pants and freed my cock, immediately stroking my pulsing rod. I couldn’t believe what was happening in my bed. It was absolutely shocking that my wife was doing this. It was incredibly hot. Any thoughts of betrayal I felt before were gone, replaced by absolute ecstasy as I watched the scene before me and jacked my stiff dick.

I hadn’t noticed what Stacy was doing until I saw what she held in her hand. She was holding an incredibly long hot pink dildo. I noticed that it had a head on each end and was flexible, wobbling and leaning over in her hand. Stacy had a lustful smile on her face as she spit in her palm and stuck her hand between the pussy sandwich in front of her. She wasted no time doing the same to the dildo and guiding one end towards Megan’s bulbous backside.

The pink cock slid into Megan’s lips like a knife into warm butter. Her head tossed back, her back arched, and she let out a loud moan, and underneath her Sherri began sucking on her small tits.

Stacy began to slowly work the dick in and out of her, driving it deeper with each pump. She then turned the second half down to Sherri’s waiting lips and pushed the head inside.

As soon as the dildo was inside of both girls, Megan put her ass to work. The two mounds of her backside began popping up and down and back and forth. Sherri was wiggling her hips from underneath as well, raising her impaled peach to rub across her friend’s snatch. Stacy propped herself on an elbow and began to rub herself through her wet panties, watching, just as I was, while the girls fucked. She would occasionally reach over to grab and squeeze the underside of Megan’s bouncing ass cheeks where they met her thighs.

As my breathing quickened with every stroke of my dick, I could also hear Sherri and Megan’s moans turn to screams. The music blared on as their movements became frantic, with Megan’s chunky round ass crashing down the length of the dildo into my wife’s penetrated pussy. I felt the dull burn of an orgasm deep in my rod flushing to the tip. My motions became erratic and my knees became wobbly as I watched Megan ride my wife faster and faster.

Suddenly, the girls’ hips slammed together and began grinding slow and deep. I lost sight of the hot pink rod they were sharing as their cunts pressed together, glistening wet with cum. Sherri’s hands were clawing into Megan’s meaty ass, and had one small pink breast glued to her mouth as she came. It was finally too much for me. With my eyes glued to Megan’s thick clenching cheeks, my dick pumped and fired stream after hot stream onto the carpet below me. With each stuttering breath I milked every bit of cum I had from my dick.

After my cock was spent and hanging semi erect, Megan and Sherri were making out passionately. Stacy reached over and flopped the top half of the pink dildo out of Megan’s wet snatch, and then slid it out of my wife’s pussy. Megan climbed off of Sherri and rolled to the side, flushed red and breathing hard.

I watched as Stacy pulled Sherri up to a sitting position and my wife turned slightly, her back towards me, and scooted closer to Stacy. Stacy now had the bottle in her hand and was saying something to her. Stacy then put the bottle to Sherri’s lips and turned the bottom up. I looked on in awe as my wife began chugging what I could now see was some kind of flavored rum. I had never seen Sherri drink like this. She took four to five big chugs before Stacy withdrew the bottle and let her breath.

Stacy flipped her hair over her shoulder and handed the bottle down to Megan. She then climbed into Sherri’s lap and sat, just before reaching down and pulling my tank top over canlı casino siteleri her head and flinging it to the floor. It was the first time I had seen her bare tits and they were completely amazing. She was the most blessed girl in the world apparently, with perfectly placed half dollar sized nipples and nicely rounded tits that hung naturally on her skinny frame. They were big enough that she actually grabbed one, tucked her chin, and licked the brown nipple as she smiled wickedly at my wife.

Sherri took the invitation wholeheartedly. She wrapped both arms around Stacy’s back and pulled her close, taking her breast in her mouth immediately. Stacy tossed her head back and let out a cry as Sherri bit down and sucked her hardened nipples from time to time. Megan took this opportunity to get up and pour another shot into Stacy’s mouth. The liquid ran down the sides of her chin and onto her tits, where my wife greedily licked up as much of the rum as she could.

When Stacy had had enough of the foreplay, she dropped back on her back and spread her legs. I had a full frontal view of her tits and her smooth stomach, as well as her legs opened spread eagle. Sherri caught me by surprise when she reached down, clenched Stacy’s little panties in her fist, and jerked them down her long legs as hard as she could. Once she had them, Sherri looped them around her neck like a necklace and left them there while Stacy lay giggling and biting her lip in front of her.

The sight of Stacy’s newly bared snatch and my wife’s fierce sexual desire had got my dick pumping full of blood again. Not taking my eyes from the landing strip between Stacy’s thighs, I spit in my hand and lubed my cock for another round. Usually after I came I was spent and it was over for me, but I couldn’t help but my dick was stiff and I had to start stroking again.

Sherri dove her face down and began kissing at Stacy’s thighs, her ass pointing towards me and sticking up high. It didn’t take Stacy long to run her fingers through my wife’s hair and guide her head to her waiting peach. Though I couldn’t make out everything she was doing, it shocked the hell out of me and turned me on that Sherri was eating pussy.

Megan began to pour more alcohol into Stacy’s mouth as she propped herself onto her elbows and let her head fall back. Again the rum ran down between her huge tits and to her belly, where some of it ran off onto the bed and some trickled down across her cunt and into Sherri’s lips. As Megan stopped pouring, she spotted the pool of rum that had gathered in her friend’s belly button and proceeded to suck it out.

This went on for several minutes until Stacy reached and found the double dildo and pulled Sherri’s head up. She lay one of her legs on its side with the other still spread and bent, and then without any hesitation, shoved one half of the pink dick up inside of her. This quick motion drew forth a loud and lustful cry from her. I looked on still jerking as my wife took her cue and moved into position.

To my sheer pleasure, Sherri spread her legs, turning hers opposite of Stacy’s, and lowered her sweaty crotch to the other end of the dildo. Megan was there to assist, and leaned over Sherri’s waiting pussy and spit before rubbing the natural lube into her lips. Megan then worked the dildo into my wife and drew back her hand as it slipped inside.

What happened next was something I’d never ever thought I’d witness. Both Stacy and my wife began to scissor fuck each other with the dildo between them. Stacy pushed herself up high on her hands and ground away against Sherri’s cunt, her waist twisting and rolling like a belly dancer, and her luscious tits wobbling and swaying. Sherri lay almost on her side, with one of her friend’s legs clutched in a bear hug and her crotch returning the onslaught she was receiving.

Megan was a good bartender, making her rounds around the bed pouring rum into each of the girls’ mouths, the whole while rubbing her fingers into her red twat. Stacy apparently had great arm strength, because she never let herself fall to the bed. She continued to twist and roll her hips, thrusting into my wife, throwing her head back at times and then glaring lustfully down at her partner and moaning. I licked my lips as I stroked faster, wishing I could rush in and bury my face in Stacy’s tits and suck away.

Sherry twisted to her side and laid on her back. Her head rolled back on the bed and I witnessed her look of sheer ecstasy. I pumped my dick even faster, turned on by her pleasure in fucking Stacy. It was then that Megan turned the bottle of rum up and finished the last bit that was in it. She wiped her mouth and tossed the bottle aside. She then leaned down over my wife and appeared to say something to Sherri while she was thrusting her hips against Stacy.

Whatever she said must have been a question because Sherri gave her a nod and smiled, licking her lips. Megan gave her a sloppy kiss and began to climb on to the bed. With her back to me, she straddled Sherri’s head, her thick sweaty ass positioned right over my wife’s face. My hand began to work furiously, pumping my raw cock, watching Sherri reach up and pull the plump cheeks down to her face.

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Disclaimer: This story and all characters are fiction. All characters are over 18.

One Friday night during my senior year of high school, shortly after my eighteenth birthday, I drove to a nearby university, to attend a concert with a friend who was a freshman there. After the concert I was starting the long drive home, when I got the urge to drive past my Aunt Valerie’s house. I was half-considering stopping in, but it was pretty late, and Aunt Valerie had two young kids. But when I approached her house, there were a number of cars in the driveway and in the street. I recognized several of the cars as belonging to other family members.

My mom came from a big family. What this did for me was to give me five aunts in their thirties and forties that I’ve lusted for since hitting puberty – my mom’s three sisters, and her two brothers’ wives. I enjoy young girls my own age, but these were mature, “real” women, whom I got to spend holidays and vacations with. So these women became my main fuck fantasies. I used to jerk off looking at their pictures in our family photo albums. I looked forward to hugging them hello and goodbye. I would occasionally get to see them in their nightgowns and bathing suits, which, unfortunately, were mostly very conservative. Most of the time I saw them was when they were wearing casual, even frumpy, clothes around the house or on vacations. But sometimes I’d see them at church or a wedding where they would dress nice and fix their hair and stuff.

They came in all different sizes, shapes, and colors. Aunt Gail, my uncle’s wife, was a pretty, petite brunette. She had dark brown shoulder-length hair surrounding her small nose and brown eyes. She was probably about 5’3″ with a slender body that she kept in great shape. From the looks of her hard thighs, she must run a lot. Her tits were quite small, but her trim waist, flat stomach, and great ass made up for them. She had a soft-spoken voice and a reserved manner.

With Gail at the smaller end of the size scale, two of my mom’s sisters, Aunt Kathy and Aunt Kim, were in the middle. They were both blondes, Kathy being the oldest of the aunts, and Kim being the youngest. Kathy had a slender body and kind of a classy air to her, real elegant body language. She had nice legs that she somehow always kept tan, a pretty face, a fairly slender body, and straight shoulder-length blonde hair. Her tits were also pretty small and the rest of her was in pretty fair shape for a woman in her late forties.

Kim was slightly curvier. She had short blonde hair, and wore oval wire-rimmed glasses. Her tits were B cups (I peeked at one of her bras) and she was a little shorter than Kathy.

On the larger side of the scale were Val and Linda. Val, my mom’s middle sister, was about 5′ 6″ tall (the same height as me) with long, full, blonde hair, and a voluptuous figure. Her ass wasn’t great, but her larger tits (38C) made her a favorite for my fantasies.

Linda, my older uncle’s wife, was The Big One, my number one favorite. She was a very tall (5′ 10″), busty brunette. One of the oldest, now in her mid forties, I could still count on her pretty face, long legs, and big tits (40C) to give me a woody every time I thought of her. She was outwardly friendly, but a conservative dresser, a religious churchgoer, Sunday school teacher and church choir singer, and rarely drank when the other relatives did.

With all of those cars of my relatives at Val’s house, and a lot of lights on in the windows, it seemed the natural course to stop in and say hello. As I parked the car on the street and walked toward the door, two women that I didn’t recognize came out the front door and headed for a car. They were both carrying colorful shopping bags.

Through the glass storm door I saw Aunt Linda sitting on a chair in the family room at the back end of the house. So I walked right in.

I walked down the hall to the family room. Sitting in chairs and on the sofa were Aunt Valerie, Aunt Linda, Aunt Gail, and Aunt Kim. Just the four of them, talking, with drinks all over the tables, and bags and boxes scattered around. Linda spotted me first. She gave me a surprised look, and then exclaimed, “Jeremy!”

The others looked at me, surprised at first, but then they all smiled and greeted me. Aunt Val approached first and gave me a hug. I buried my face in her long blonde hair, as Val pressed her big tits into my chest. She hugged me longer than usual, then pulled back and asked me how I was and what I was doing here. While I explained why I was in the neighborhood, Val looked at me with a strange smile and glazed look. It appeared to me that she’s been drinking quite a bit.

My other three aunts stood and hugged me. They also appeared a little tipsy. “What’s going on here?” I asked.

“I’m hosting a lingerie party,” replied Val.

“A what?”

“A lingerie party. It’s sort of like a Tupperware party. You’ve heard of those haven’t you?”

“Uh, yeah. Someone hosts a party casino oyna and everyone gets together and buys kitchen items and stuff from a saleslady, right?”

“Right,” said Val. “Only tonight she sold lingerie. The salesperson brought over a ton of sexy lingerie, and we got to buy some. I sent Uncle Phil and the kids to Phil’s brother’s house for the night. The salesperson already left, and a couple of my girlfriends went home, so it’s just the five of us left.”

“Five?” I asked, seeing only four women. “Is someone else here?”

“Oh, yeah,” said Aunt Linda, “Kathy is in the bathroom, trying on one of the outfits she bought.”

“Hey,” blurted the intoxicated Val. “Don’t tell Kathy that Jeremy’s here. Let her come out in her lingerie. That’ll shock her.”

The others giggled and agreed, and Val led me around the corner to the darkened living room. I sat on the living room couch, where I could still see the family room. A few minutes later, I heard Kathy’s voice, and saw her walk into the family room. My slender blonde aunt was wearing some really sexy lingerie. I didn’t know how to describe it, but Kathy did. “This is the camisole with the boy shorts!” she proudly exclaimed.

“I’ve heard them called booty pants,” said Kim.

Booty pants! That’s what they’re called. The kind of bottoms I’ve seen the black chicks wear on the sleazier rap videos on the Beta Channel. They’re sort of a cross between panties and hot pants – not cut high at all on the sides, but they are on the bottom. Kathy was between the light and me, so I couldn’t see how much of my aunt’s ass was hanging out the bottom. But what I could see from this angle is the silhouette of her tits with the light shining from the other side of them. Her smaller tits had sort of a cone shape as she stood sideways from me, sloping down a touch, and her nipples poked through the thin, clingy material.

“Is my ass hanging out of this thing?” asked Aunt Kathy, unaware that I was there. “My nipples are poking right through it. There’s no crotch liner, so you can see my pubic hair. Maybe I should shave like the young girls do. And it’s sucking right up into my pussy slit. Feels sort of good, actually.”

My other aunts giggled, knowing I could hear. But they let Kathy continue.

“What do you think a pizza delivery boy would do if I greeted him in this? I’m afraid that if I let a young guy see me like this, he’d run away instead of wanting to screw me.”

The others laughed louder. “Why don’t you ask Jeremy?”

Kathy turned to where they were looking, and I stood up and walked into the family room. The other aunts laughed as Kathy’s jaw dropped. But she made no attempt to cover up. Kathy gave the others a dirty look, and then smiled at me. Even half dressed, Kathy gave me a hug. “I’m so embarrassed! I didn’t know you were here!”

“Obviously not,” I quipped.

When the laughter died down, Kathy looked down at herself. And in good light, close up, I looked down at her, too. I couldn’t help myself. Kathy’s tits were jutting out of the flimsy fabric, with nothing to support them. Her nipples poked through obviously. The camisole ended above her navel, and her booty pants started many inches below it. I looked at her bare midriff, a little rounded, but not bad for a near-fifty-year-old. Looking down further, the booty pants looked like they were painted over her pussy. I could see the whole shape of her protruding mound easily. The pants were so tight that they really were being sucked up into her pussy lips. Below that, her bare, tanned legs looked nice. Somehow Aunt Kathy always had tanned legs. Nice legs for her age, too.

“Well,” Kathy asked, “What do you think?” Kathy turned around and let me glimpse at the back. More than half of her ass was hanging out of the bottom of the booty pants. Above her tan legs was the obvious tan line and the color change of her white ass curving out. It was no teenaged ass, it had some meat to it, but right then it looked real inviting.

I was surrounded by adult family members, and still a little self-conscious. I didn’t want to say that she looked soooo hot, but I had to say something complimentary. So I stammered out the first stupid thing that came to mind. “Uh, I like it.”

Kathy looked at me with a little sexy grin, her eyes glistening at me, crinkling the lines around her eyes. Then she looked at the others. “OK, you embarrassed me. The rest of you said that you’d try on your sleepwear.”

“OK, I’ll try on mine,” said Kim. She grabbed a sack from the floor, and marched into the bathroom. The rest of the women picked up their various drinks – Val a beer, Linda and Gail wine coolers, and Kathy a mixed drink.

“Jeremy, do you want a beer?” asked Val. I was surprised that she’d offer her under aged nephew a beer.

“Uh, I have to drive home tonight.”

“Oh, it’s too late!” said Val. “Why don’t you spend the night here? The other four are. It’ll be just the six of us. We’ll find room slot oyna for you.”

This was too good to be true – my hot, drunk aunt asking me to spend the night with just her and my other drunk aunts. I tried not to sound too excited when I said, “Well, OK.”

Aunt Val called my mom and told her where I was and that I would be spending the night. As soon as Val hung up the phone, she handed me a beer. “Don’t tell anybody I gave you that. We have rules on nights like this. Anything that happens tonight stays within the group.” I sipped the beer and put it on the table. I needed to relax, but I wanted to stay focused so I could remember every detail. Just then Kim came out of the bathroom.

Kim walked through the room like she was a model on a runway, smiling and turning around, and describing her outfit. Aunt Val had turned on some music to help the effect. “This is a lavender mesh teddy with a thong,” narrated Aunt Kim. Her outfit was even more revealing than Kathy’s outfit! Her “teddy” was shaped sort of like a bathing suit, and made of almost sheer fabric! When the light was right I could see right through the top. Kim’s round tits were bigger than Kathy’s, a nice handful. They sloped just a little, and were capped with eraser-sized pink nipples and quarter-sized nipples. The bottom part was pulled tight over her pussy, and they were cut like a thong in back. I gawked at her bare ass as she turned around. Not a bad ass for an aunt.

All the other women complimented Kim on how nice it looked, and I shyly agreed with them, not taking my eyes off of her.

When Aunt Kim was done with her show, Val said, “My turn,” and entered the bathroom. I sipped my beer as Kathy stood next to me and put her arm around me. She put her right hand on my right hip, and held her drink with her left hand. I slid my left arm around her, and placed it on her bare side just above her booty pants. Kathy talks a lot even when she’s completely sober, and she was babbling about something to me, but I wasn’t really paying attention. I was mostly looking down at Kathy and Kim’s barely-covered bodies, and enjoying holding Kathy’s bare flesh in my left hand.

Val sauntered out of the bathroom doing her modeling imitation, pushing her big chest out and shaking her long blonde hair. She was wearing a white cotton thing that was sort of a little robe. It was real short; barely going below her waist in back, and in the front was tied closed by a single tie between her tits that left a two inch-wide gap between the globes. Quite a bit of her big tits were visible on top, and when she turned sideways I could even see the very bottom of her right tit a little. The braless boobs swayed and jiggled as she walked. Her nipples also protruded thought the fabric. Val was wearing a white satin thong. Her ass was sorta big, but it looked nicer and more rounded than I would have expected. Her bare white butt cheeks alternately rose and fell and jiggled as she walked back and forth right in front of me. Her fleshy thighs jiggled, and even that excited me. I was torn between staring at so much of those tits that I’ve wanted to see for so long, and staring at her almost completely bare ass. Val looked right at me, smiling, as she posed.

As Val continued her show, and Kathy held me tight with her right arm, Kim was standing next to me, just slightly in front of me. My right arm was at my side, and before I realized it, the back of my right hand was bumping into Kim’s bare ass. I left it there, feeling her smooth ass flesh against the back of my hand. I thought Kim would move away when she realized what was touching her, but when she looked back and saw my hand, she pressed back harder into it.

The shyer Aunt Gail was then coaxed into trying on her outfit. She sauntered out quietly, but looked right at me with a little smile as she modeled a “teddy.” Her teddy wasn’t as see-through as Kim’s – it was an elegant deep green satin material. But it was tight over her pussy mound, and cut like a thong in back, revealing a great firm ass for a late-thirties mom. Still, it jiggled when she walked, and I had a hard time taking my eyes off of it. There was one problem with the outfit. Gail had really tiny titties, and the top was too big, and gapped open so I could see her whole right tit as she paraded by me. I have to confess that this was not the first time I’d seen Aunt Gail’s tit. I discovered early that she wears stiff, padded bras, and when she leans over I’ve seen her pink nipple a couple of times, giving me great jack-off material. But her nipples were always soft then, and in her teddy, her nipples looked hard and very long.

I was wearing fairly loose pants with boxers, and my hardon was sticking out a bit. I worried about showing it too much, but nobody said anything, and I wasn’t about to leave the room.

Kim’s ass was still pressing into the back of my hand, and I pressed harder into it. Then Kim turned toward me, and asked, “Are you enjoying the fashion show?” When she canlı casino siteleri turned, she pressed her crotch into the back of my hand. She leaned her hips into me, and the back of my hand could make out the shape of her pussy mound rubbing against it. When she turned back to watch Gail, I turned my hand around and palmed her bare ass cheek. Again she leaned back into it, and I gave the half-globe a gentle squeeze.

Kathy, while talking to Val, lowered her hand from my hip down to my ass. At first her fingers lightly touched my butt, and then she got bolder and placed her palm over my cheek, the same way I was palming Kim. I then lowered my hand down over her booty pants. I slid it down her lacy material over the top half of her ass, and then rested it on the bare flesh of the bottom half of her cheek.

So as The Big One, Linda, walked out of the bathroom, I was squeezing two of my mom’s sister’s bare butt cheeks. Now there was no controlling my hardon. Any of my aunts that looked would have seen my slacks tenting out.

“This is called a Baby Doll,” said Linda as she walked through the room. The big busty brunette was wearing a sheer red “baby doll,” that was hemmed just below her crotch. The only other thing she was wearing was a pair of red satin thongs. Her big hanging tits swayed back and forth as she walked. Not only could I see the outline of her tits through it, I could also easily make out the silhouette of her surprisingly large and very dark areolas. She walked past me, and though covered by the sheer baby doll, I could make out the shape of her otherwise bare butt.

Val, the only one of my mom’s sisters whose ass I wasn’t currently squeezing, was standing in front of me, and moved back into me. Maybe she had noticed my hardon, but deliberate or not, she backed her thong-clad ass right into my hard cock. She pressed back into my unit as I thrust forward slightly. Man, was that a great feeling, goosing my cock into her crack between her big fleshy buns!

Aunt Linda stood in front of me, looking at me and smiling, posing in her red teddy, thrusting her big jugs towards me, and I instinctively squeezed Kim’s and Kathy’s asses harder, and rubbed my cock up and down into Val’s ass crack. Gail was sitting on a chair just to the left of me, leaning forward just enough that I could see her bare tit. I stopped rubbing my cock into Val before I climaxed.

Throughout the “fashion show,” Val had been keeping the women well supplied with liquor. I hadn’t touched my beer, mostly because I didn’t want to take my hands off of my aunts’ butts. Now Val broke off and got the women another drink, and then Kathy started a conversation with Gail. Linda, The Big One, was standing in front of me, talking to me about school and things. But there seemed to me to be serious sexual tension, as the taller woman stood in front of me with her nearly-nude tits right in my face. I tried to look into her inebriated eyes as she talked to me, but I couldn’t help looking down at her big hangers. She almost certainly must have caught me looking. My pants were tenting straight out, and I thought I caught her looking down at my crotch.

Val returned, stuck her face right into mine, and rubbed her tits into my shoulder as she talked to Linda and me. She reached around and blatantly squeezed my ass. I put my arm around her as we talked, and soon had my hand on her big bare ass.

Kathy was leaning over the table in front of me, displaying her ass sticking out of her booty pants. Val noticed it too, and said something about all of the women’s asses hanging out. “Who has to best booty here?” she shouted out. “I know it’s not me. Let’s have a booty contest! Line up and let Jeremy be the judge.”

Val made all of the girls line up in front of me, and turn their backs to me. “What do you think, Jason, do we have decent booties for a bunch of old ladies?” I stared at all five of my aunts’ nearly bare asses – Kathy in her booty pants, the others in thongs, Linda and Val lifting up their tops to allow full butt exposure. They were all looking back and smiling at me. The older ladies wouldn’t make too many calendars with their ample buns, but it was an exhilarating pose for me. Gail’s ass looked the best, followed by Kim, then Kathy, then maybe Linda, with Val “bringing up the rear.”

“Shake ’em, girls,” ordered Val, and on command, they all shook their butts while giggling and smiling at me. I just grinned at the wobbling buns.

“Should we try on our other outfits?” Val asked the women.

“Other outfits?” I asked.

“Yeah, the REAL naughty ones,” replied Kathy.

“The saleswoman said if we bought one outfit, we could get a second outfit at half-off. So we all got a second outfit.” Said Kim. “We got some really sleazy stuff.”

“Oh, I don’t know about modeling those,” said a reluctant Linda.

“Hey, Jeremy should model something!” Interrupted Val, momentarily changing the subject. “You should wear a guy’s thong!”

I didn’t really like that idea. I’m a little guy, and don’t have a great body. I don’t know about my dick, but I’m really slender, and may not impress anyone with a skimpy outfit. Still the women had all seen me in bathing suits before on vacation.

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This is probably the first time I’ve ever shared this with anyone, but, hey, first time for everything. First off, I should probably tell you about my Aunt Louise. She is a buxom brunette from England, with an accent that could drive any man up the wall, and an absolutely perfect ass. Oh, I should probably tell you, Louise isn’t really my Aunt, just one of my Mom’s best friends. And because of that, I got to stay with her at least three times a month, having it been after school, or if my Mother had to go to a party and she needed me somewhere to stay.

It was great! Especially when she would wear those deliciously tight pants that showed off her firm ass, or bum, as she called it, which turned me on even more. One summer, when I was about 18, my Mom woke me up early. I sleepily ignored her and rolled over, but then she told me I was going to stay with Aunt Louise for the day while she was at work. My eyelids, and my cock, instantly rose, and I was dressed in an instant.

When we arrived, my Mom drove off and I began to head up the stairs to where her cozy little apartment was. I knocked on the door, and after a minute, Auntie Louise answered the door. My jaw practically hung open from just looking at her. She was dressed in a satin nightie which barely contained her perfect C-cup bust. As my eyes hungrily roamed over the rest of her, I noticed that she was not wearing any panties, the perfectly cut strip of pubic hair purely visible for me to see. She smiled as she watched me stare, and after a few seconds, she invited me in. She lead me to the kitchen, and I got to follow behind that beautiful ass, soaking it in with my eyes. I was in heaven, and it was only 9:00 in the morning! Imagine what the rest of the day could bring! She sat me down and said she had to go change. I sat there with her old-fart dog, Buddy, until she returned. Then, she appeared in the door-way.

“Ta-da!” she said, smiling. “Well? What do you think? Is it me?”

My mouth hung open for the second time in 15 minutes. There she was, standing there in a purple string-bikini. She started to walk over to me.

“C’mon, then. Don’t be shy. Tell me what you think. ” She pleaded, teasingly, turning around as to model casino siteleri it for me. She stopped with her back to me, and wiggled that firm ass right in my face. I almost died, my rock-hard cock throbbing underneath my khaki shorts.

“Holy crap, Aunt Louise! You look great!” I exclaimed, almost a little too loudly.

“Oh, Markus, you’re sweet, you know that?”

“Heh. So, uhm. What’s the suit for?”

“Guess, silly. We’re going to go swimming today!”

“But, I didn’t bring my suit. “

“Just wear your boxer shorts, then. They’re about the same. “

“Well, uhm, okay. “

“Alright, then! Off we go!”

With that she took my hand, and dragged me down to the swimming pool area. Since Louise’s apartment building was mostly full of old people and businessmen, and the fact that it was only about 9:30 in the morning on a weekday, we had the whole pool to ourselves.

“Wow. ” She said, laughing “All ours. “

She walked to one of the pool chairs and laid our towels and sun tan lotion on it.

“Wow, the water looks great. Can’t wait to jump in!”

“Yeah,” I said “Bet it’s cold, though. “

“We’ll never know until we test it f’er ourselves, now will we?” With that, Louise reached around behind her back and untied her bikini top, letting the tiny thing fall to the ground. I almost choked on nothing but air. She looked over at me and smiled, giving me a playful little wink as she tugged down her string-bikini bottom, seductively down her firm ass cheeks. After about what seemed like hours, I finally mustered up the courage to say,

“What are you … what are you doing?!”

“I’m skinny-dipping, silly boy. Can’t you tell?” she said, modeling her perfect body for me.

I remained speechless, taking all of her in as she tip-toed in small circles for me to admire.

“And, I expect not to be alone in this, either, if you know what I mean. Now, shed those clothes!”

“But.. but … we could get caught!”

“Oh, come, now. No one ever comes over here. “

Well, I might in a minute if I keep staring at you, I added silently.

“… So stop worrying!”

I hesitated, mainly because I didn’t want her to see what a huge slot oyna hard-on she was giving me, and two, if she cared, I was only eight inches.

“C’mon Markus. Don’t be bashful. I’m sure you look fine. “

Hell, I knew I did. Three years of football, two seasons a year, had toned my body quite nicely. If she knew what a huge boner I had, which I wasn’t doing to good of a job hiding by the way, she’d shut her mouth. Then, the most unbelievable thing happened.

“Oh, Mark. If you’re worried about your cock showing while it’s hard doesn’t bother me at all. “

I almost came right then, but nervousness stopped that as she began to walk over to me. She leaned down without warning and grabbed my shirt, practically ripping it off me. Then she kneeled and smiled at the tent in my boxers that she told me to wear.

“My, my. No wonder we were so shy. ” She said, thumbing both sides of my shorts, and sliding them down over my now-rock hard dick. She finally slid them to the ground, and I stepped out of them. But, she didn’t stand up. She just kneeled there, hovering around my swollen cock. Then, I saw her hand reach up and try to touch it, but she jerked it back quickly and stood up.

“There, that’s better. Now, Markus? Could you come over here and rub some lotion on my back?”

“Uhm, ok. Sure. ” I followed her to the lawn chair as she handed me the bottle. I could only do my best to try and resist the urge to reach down and grab that ass that I loved so much. She took a seat on the lawn chair, and I got behind her, squirting some of the lotion into my palm. I applied it to her back, rubbing in small circles. She began to moan lightly, as I started to move further down, gaining confidence as I went. I then took her by surprise reaching down and grabbing two handfuls of her ass cheeks. She gasped and moaned at the same time, smiling back at me as I slowly kneaded the cheeks in my hands.

“Mmm. Be sure to get it all, now. I don’t want one part of meh bum to get crisper than the other. “

I smiled, nodding, and did what she asked, taking my sweet-ass time as I did so. After about ten minutes of my rubbing and her soft, seductive coos, she turned around.

“Now, the front. ” canlı casino siteleri She told me, a wicked grin spreading across those pink lips. The lips that would look so good wrapped around my cock, sucking until she made me cum. I broke out of my temporary fantasy and realized I was living one right here! I squirted a small amount, into my hand, not intending to apply the lotion at all. I don’t think she did, either. I reached forward and began rubbing her firm tits, thumbing her nipples in circles as I kneaded the rest of the mounds with my hands.

“Mmm. Oooh, yes, Mark. ” She exclaimed, reaching around me and running her hands up and down my back. I shifted to get closer to her, and heard a sharp gasp escape her lips. Then I felt a sudden warmth around the tip of my cock-head. I looked down and realized that my cock had slipped into my Aunt Louise’s bare pussy. She moaned even louder as I idly shifted, sending a shudder through my body as my cock penetrated deeper into her tight pussy.

“Oh, God, Markus! Fuck me!” she yelled, flipping over and slipping onto her hands and knees. “Fuck my bum! Come on! I know you want to!”

I didn’t waste a second. I shifted over to her and grabbed her firm hips, giving her ass a few good smacks.

“Mmm. You naughty boy. I love to have my ass spanked. C’mon! Smack my bum for me, Markus! Spank me!” I didn’t need any further encouragement. I gently, but firmly, began smacking her ass with my hand, smacking those wonderful cheeks until she begged for me to go faster.

“Oh, yes. Spank my bum, I’m a naughty little girl, oh, yes! Mmm. Oh, yeah. ” She edged on as I continued to smack her ass, sending small ripples over the cheeks each time my hand went down.

“C’mon! I’ve been thinking about this all last night, and all morning! I can’t wait another minute! Stick your big cock in me, Markus. Come on! Fuck my bum for me!”

This was almost too much for me to handle. First my hot Aunt strips for me, then she wants me to fuck her while she talks trash to me! I’d never been this horny, even when I fucked my girlfriend at parties. I smacked her ass once more, guiding my cock into her pussy.

“Mmm. Oh, yeah. Fuck me. Fuck my bum. ” She moaned loudly as I began to speed up, developing a smooth pace that would let me last a while.

Well, at least for about twenty more seconds, considering the hot situation I was in.

To Be Continued…

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Kam sat back and looked at Taylor, who was passed out in his own cum on the floor. Taylor had always been a dick. Taylor would rub it in when he beat someone at an athletic competition, solo or team. Even when the loser was a good sport and stuck out his hand Taylor would taunt them, rag them for losing, or just call his opponent a loser. It didn’t stop there. Taylor had gotten girls in bed and loved to convince them that he didn’t need a condom. That had led to a couple of pregnancy scares, one involving a slightly younger cousin of Kam’s that he was particularly fond of. When she told Taylor he blew her off, saying she was such a slag it could be anyone. Kam knew it was his cousin’s first and only time at that point.

Taylor’s dickiness seemed to have no limit.. Kam had seen Taylor bump into waiters causing them to spill their trays, mess with old people who were walking along. It all revealed that Taylor was a total prick. Kam had never known what he could do about it, even when he seethed at his cousin’s predicitment.

That changed after Kam started college. Kam’s dormmate was a fag. Not just gay, Kam had fucked around with a few dudes, but a total fag. Don, the dormmate, had offered to help Kam bring his boxes in, and insisted Kam lay down while Don put stuff away. Kam fell asleep only to awaken to Don sitting on the foot of his bed, arm over Kam’s ankles, fingers slightly touching Kam’s bare feet.

Don flushed red when he realized Kam had awakened, unable to string coherent words together. That was all the confirmation Kam needed. Kam had been with a couple guys who really got into doing “all the work” and knew there were bottoms that took it even further. “Nice, aren’t they?” Kam whispered.

“Yes, Sir.” Don replied, looking down.

“Why don’t you make them feel good?” Kam decided to see how far Don would go. The rubbing was expected, but when Don leaned down and started to take the toes into his mouth, Kam knew he had a fag on the hook. Over the entire school year, Don served as Kam’s slave. Cleaning, laundry, fetching anything Kam wanted, doing research in the library. And the sex! Don woke Kam up every morning with a blow job, and held his ass high any time Kam wanted to fuck it. Foot-rubs and massages on demand. Kam lived the life and Don made it possible. Don’s efforts meant Kam had more time for training.Kam was amazed how his speed and strength improved by having a slave taking care of all his chores, petty duties, and every need.The massages were great as well.

Don had to go back East over summer for his family, emails and texts of submission were sent to Kam the entire time they were apart. Kam responded just barely enough to keep the boy on pins and needles. Never responding too quickly, or too often. Even letting a few messages come in before considering responding. He wanted Don to constantly be thinking of his Master. It was easy to share a dorm room the next year as well, and Don went right back to his duties, this time unloading Kam’s boxes all by himself. Kam had it easy, and at some point while watching Don was sucking his pole the idea of turning Taylor into a fag crept into his mind. It would serve Taylor right, be pure justice. Don saw his Master smile at the thought, and believed Kam was pleased with this service.

The following year brought changes. Kam discovered he needed to transfer schools to get into a better physics program, and Don had a family emergency that would keep him home for the semester. Kam was okay for a while without his devoted servant, but the loss made him really desire a boy at his feet again. Running into Taylor was good luck. Taylor fell into a trap Kam hadn’t actually set. But once Taylor had started down that road, Kam plotted the rest out and was ready when the time came.

Kam sipped on his beer, still looking at Taylor. Don would be transferring to the Glegman Institute as well, and Kam was thinking about how it was going to be fun to pit his two fags against each other. One willing, the other broken. So many possibilities.

Kam’s mind returned to the boy on the floor. Taylor was going to need more time to reflect on his situation. Getting fucked for the first time was a big step, and it needed to drill into Taylor’s mind and stay there. Taylor had to know that he was totally owned by Kam, know it in his head, down into his bones. Kam got up and fetched some cord. Taylor stayed out of it while Kam bound Taylor’s ankles together, only starting to come to real consciousness when Kam grabbed Taylor’s balls and started to wrap the other end around the base.

“What are you doing?” Taylor cried out softly and tried to move, instantly getting confused that his legs were tied.

Kam slapped Taylor down. “Stay still boy!” Adding a tug on Taylor’s balls so the jock would know Kam was serious.

“Don’t do that! Stop!” Taylor tried to struggle, but Kam shifted to sit on Taylor and keep the boy in place. Another harder tug on the balls kept Taylor from squirming too much.

“I said stay still!” Kam had the cord wrapped a few times and tied it off.

“There.” Kam stood up. casino oyna Taylor let out a scream when he tired to unfold his legs and it pulled on his balls.

“The fuck!” Taylor gasped. His legs were bent and tied together now, and attached to his balls.

“Nope!” Kam grabbed Taylor’s wrists as the jock moved his hands to release himself. Kam started to drag Taylor into the bedroom.

“Ow! Fuck!” Taylor quickly learned he had to control his legs so not to pull off his balls, and yelled at the rough treatment. Kam merely grinned.

In the bedroom, Kam quickly grabbed a pair of handcuffs and forced one of Taylor’s arms around the leg of the bed, locking the wrist together. Kam had prepared his friend’s cabin earlier in the day for a number of eventualities, since Kam wasn’t entirely sure how things would go. The cuffs were a given, and Taylor had been too involved in his ball pain to put up much of a fight.

“Let me fucking go!” Taylor yelled as Kam walked out of the room.

“Shut the fuck up!” Kam shot back. Kam turned out the lights in the other rooms and picked up his own boxers and a roll of duct tape. He could hear Taylor struggling in the bedroom, cursing.

“Quite down!” Kam said, returning to the bedroom. Kam held up the boxers and tape. “One more sound out of you, and I stuff these in your mouth and keep them there.” Kam tossed the tape in the air falling on Taylor’s chest. The meaning was crystal clear. Taylor nodded. “I’m going to sleep.” Kam put the implements of his threat down and got under the covers of the bed. Making Taylor keep himself quite was so much better than taping his mouth shut. Taylor would actually be silent and still and it would all be because Taylor feared the consequences. Kam sighed as he lay in the dark room listening to Taylor move a little, and let out a grunt when his balls got pulled. Perfect. Taylor would be unable to get any real rest, and have to think over the fucking and the predicament he was in. All while his Master was sleeping soundly inches away.

Kam woke himself up, the sun had been out for a while, he could tell. Kam lay there quietly, listening, he could hear Taylor’s uneasy breathing and wondered if his slave was awake or not. In either case it gratified him that Taylor was miserable. Kam just lay there revelling in the feeling, it was magnificent. Taylor would be paying for his actions for the rest of his life, and Kam would reap the benefits.

Kam decided it was time to push Taylor a bit lower. Kam swung out of bed, waking Taylor from a fitful sleep. Taylor made and inarticulate growl. Kam got the leash and attached it to Taylor’s collar, giving it a few jerks to exert his dominance. Kam reached down and unlocked the handcuffs. “I want a blow job.” Kam had a quick release knot on the balls that he yanked, freeing them and pulled the leash and fell on the bed, roughly forcing Taylor up and kneeling towards Kam’s dick.

“I can’t. I’m so fucking tired Master.” Taylor was whining.

Kam kicked Taylor. “I don’t fucking care you stupid shit. Get on my dick.”

Taylor groaned and moved to suck Kam’s cock. Kam took the sucking for a short while than slapped Taylor in the head. “Do it better faggot.”

Taylor shuddered at the word faggot, another blow. But it was accurate giving how he was acting. Kam was tearing him apart bit by bit, ripping any dignity and masculinity away. Taylor didn’t know how long he could keep it up.

Kam sighed and watched Taylor’s head going up and down. So much hair. Taylor had a marvelous head of hair, long, black and slightly wavy. It’s movement turned Kam on, seemed to add to the blow job. Kam knew Taylor was proud of his hair, and that it was moving with Taylor’s submission boned Kam a bit more. It could almost be a girl, but Taylor’s impressive muscles were under it. The fact it was a man, a strong, handsome man sucking his dick was a trip. Thinking of what he’d done to Taylor and what he was still planning pushed Kam over the edge and he shot his cum into Taylor.

Kam got his breath under control as Taylor cleaned up his cock. “Time for breakfast.” Taylor looked up at Kam, face a mix of fear, hunger, and worry. “Yeah, not what you expect. You will be eating, but not food.” Taylor seemed to go a bit pale. “The technical term is rimming, known as eating ass. You get to eat my ass until I’m done.”

Taylor reared back, almost trying to scramble off the bed. “No fuckin way.”

Kam was quicker, grabbing Taylor’s throat and squeezing. “Faggot, you will do as you are told, when you are told, and how you are told. No delays, no complaints, just obey. You obey your Master or your Master will punish you worse than you can imagine. Now get your stupid slave lips and tongue on my asshole and eat me out until I say you’re done!” Kam’s grip on Taylor’s throat intensified harder, really causing Taylor to fear, before pushing him face down into the bed.

Kam flipped over and rested his head on his arms. Choking back a breath, Taylor moved his head between Kam’s cheeks. Taylor went from choking to breathing rapidly. Taylor forced himself to go slot oyna forward, to bury his nose between Kam’s globes and place his lips on the oblong hole between them. Earthy, wrinkled. Taylor was again shattered by the actions he was forced to preform by the man who had vanquished him. Knowing he had to, Taylor extended his tongue and touched the ring. The earthy taste was stronger, and the wrinkles joined over his tongue, Taylor felt more of his soul burn away as he gave short licks and heard Kam let out a sigh of pleasure.

Taylor made a series of small licks, wanting to gag, but knowing he couldn’t without some punishment. Taylor started to push into the hole, getting another bit of his soul shredded away. Taylor continued, bound in servitude to a man he could never escape, that no matter how much he struggled. Taylor had to service Kam anyway Kam wanted, no matter how degrading it was, no matter how much Taylor wanted to do something else, anything else. Taylor moved his tongue around, exploring the tunnel of ass. Changing the shape in hopes that any of it would be better. Taylor was disgusted at himself for what he was doing, and hearing Kam’s little moans of delight didn’t make it better for the sub. Running the tongue up and down the aperture, lipping around the area, stimulating this private, intimate part of Kam as required.

Taylor could barely hold himself together, like so many times since he fell to Kam. It was tough, and Taylor didn’t know where the strength came from. It was almost like Kam’s will was what drove him, kept him going on. Alone, Taylor would be a quivering mass on the floor, with Kam’s will Taylor continued. Taylor’s tongue and lips were getting tired, but he couldn’t stop. He had to go on, Taylor had no will of his own, he was only the tool Kam used to get off. A fap-toy. The thought crushed Taylor. He was a fap-toy, able to be used and reused because Kam wanted to get off. Taylor knew he was supposed to be the user, taking girls to get off and sending them away. Now he was being used, it was wrong, it was backward.

Taylor was so tired. He had barely slept. Everytime he drifted off, his leg moved and pulled on his balls, waking him in pain. The floor had been uncomfortable and he was partially bound, denying him what rest he could have had. Now his stomach was empty, which intensified the taste and smell of Kam’s ass. Plus his lips and tongue were tiring. And he was hard. How was he fucking hard? Taylor couldn’t believe he was boned doing this. Had Kam slipped him some Viagra? But that didn’t explain how Taylor always got hard serving Kam, no matter what Kam had him do.

So exhausted, so worn out, Taylor couldn’t resist what Kam was making him do, and hated himself for it. The only part of him that seemed to be into this was his dick. His dick that had given him so much pleasure fucking and getting sucked, now it was getting hard as he debased himself to Kam. It was like a betrayal. And Taylor was sure Kam knew he was hard even if Kam was facing away. How could Kam know? How could Kam play him so easily? Taylor was lost, not knowing how Kam did it. Taylor was miserable, but Kam seemed to be having the time of his life. Getting his ass eaten out by his old rival – a rival who used to best him in everytime, and who had now lost a series of bets and his very manhood to Kam.

Kam rolled over, confusing Taylor. Kam’s dick was hard again, and pointed to the ceiling. “It’s your job to take care of this.”

Taylor was too exhausted to argue. He took the big member into his mouth and started to suck. Damn, Kam had just blown into his mouth, but was raring to go again. Taylor serviced the dick, slobbering all over it. Kam watched Taylor’s head go up and down, reaching out and grabbing Taylor’s head through all that hair. To both, it was meaningful. To Kam, it was exciting to exert such control, to know he owned the hair and could do anything he wanted with it. And the slave who’s head of hair it was. Exercising that control, he began to brutally face-fuck Taylor, slamming his head up and down on his dick.

For Taylor, feeling Kam’s hands reminded him that he had lost any dominion over his life, that Kam controlled everything. This was emphasized when Kam began to face-fuck him. Taylor gagged and couldn’t control his breathing or his head. Attempts to hold onto Kam’s arms, legs, anything, were futile. Helplessness pounded into Taylor like Kam’s cock, shattering everything and leaving him powerless. Kam shot into Taylor’s throat, forcing Taylor’s face deep into his pubs.

The stimulation sent Kam over the edge, flooding Taylor’s mouth with spunk. Taylor swallowed it all down, licked Kam’s cock clean and slid off it. The defeated boy’s eyes closed as he concentrated on his breathing to hold himself together. Kam got up, untied Taylor’s legs, and left the room, going to the kitchen to make breakfast. Taylor remained face down on the bed, glad to be untied.

While frying up bacon for himself, Kam considered what he should do to Taylor next. Kam had several plans that had worked through his head the last few days, now it was only a question canlı casino siteleri of deciding what it would actually be. Kam took his cup of coffee to the door and stood looking out at the door’s window. The scene calmed him, let his mind decide on what it would be. A small smile crossed his face, it would be great.

The last parts of his own breakfast ready, Kam put a bowl of cold mush on the floor. “Faggot, crawl in here.” Kam could hear Taylor’s defeated acknowledgement, just loud enough for Kam to hear. The smile got slightly wider, disappearing as Taylor crawled in. It was working, Taylor was breaking for good, head down, back sagging a bit.

Kam slightly kicked the bowl. “This is yours, get on it.”

“Yes, Master.” Taylor didn’t raise his head, just lowered it and started eating, like a dog. After Taylor had finished about half, Kam stuck his bare foot in the bowl. Taylor gave a muffled sob, but continued, getting his tongue around Kam’s toes.

Kam finished his breakfast first and watched amused as Taylor lapped up the last of his. “Stay bitch.” Kam said as he stood up and left the kitchen, returning quickly.

Kam roughly pulled Taylor’s hand behind the slave’s back, and tightly bound them together with rope. Kam then snapped the leash on Taylor’s collar and pulled the boy to follow him. Taylor let a soft groan escape his lips, Kam curled a corner of his mouth at the sound.

Kam lead the jock out the kitchen door, to a tree in the yard. Once there, he securely tied the leash to a low branch. Taylor would be able to sit on the ground. “Just stay here bitch.” Kam left Taylor standing there and returned to the cabin. Taylor watched him, glassy eyed.

Taylor stood by the tree naked for a number of minutes not sure what to do. He looked towards the cabin. Kam was inside and Taylor could see no activity. Taylor was left there, not sure what he was supposed to do. Taylor waited, expecting Kam to return any minute. But it didn’t happen. Taylor shifted on his feet, boredom and terror wrestling in his head. Time passed, and the fear Taylor felt subsided. Taylor looked around, the cabin was surrounded by a forest, it looked nice, birds were singing and a wind caused the leaves of the trees to roll.

Taylor looked down at his nakedness, his dick was still somewhat hard. How was he partially erect? Taylor couldn’t understand it. Kam had to be doing something, but Taylor had no idea what. This wasn’t natural, it wasn’t him. He couldn’t figure it out.

Where was Kam? Taylor was surprised at the thought. Did he want Kam to come back and do something to him? No, that was impossible. But what was he out here tied to a tree for. Taylor shuffled some more, taking the few steps the leash attached to the collar on his neck allowed. Finally tired of standing, Taylor sat on the ground and waited, everything that Kam had done to him still running through his mind, his dick not fully deflating.

Over an hour passed, Taylor was getting bored. He watched some of the birds flying, and noticed rabbits hopping through the yard around the cabin. He shifted around, trying to get comfortable, his hands tied behind him, and a leash keeping him sitting up. The wind had picked up, and it was slightly cool. Kam was still inside, and Taylor could see no movement at all. What was the purpose of leaving him here?

Time stretched on. Clouds got heavier and the temperature dropped a few more degrees. Taylor looked up when the first rain drops hit him. He didn’t think it would matter at first, but the rain got heavier. Soon, it was coming down seriously, and Taylor was shivering in the cold. At the start, he raised his head, let the rain wash over him, hoping it would clean him of what he had done, how he was feeling, but the chill started to get to him, and he felt a different kind of misery.

As it continued to rain, Taylor tried to tough it out, but he was getting cold and uncomfortable. He would look at the cabin, but see no sign of Kam. Taylor moved around some, but the rain still found him, the tree he was under offering very little protection. After sneezing, Taylor knew he had to ask to be let in. He looked at the cabin with woeful eyes, devastated at what he was about to do. He did it, calling out “Master, please let me in.” Taylor waited, nothing. He called a few more times, each cutting into his gut like a knife. Still nothing. Taylor sneezed again. He was powerless. His head bent down, his long wet hair getting into his eyes, and he couldn’t do anything about even that.

Meanwhile, Kam had gone back into the cabin and went to the living room in the front, stopping to grab a cup of coffee. He sat on the chair and relaxed, knowing Taylor’s mind would be a jumble conflicting emotions. Grabbing a book, he got down to waiting. When he heard the rain start Kam considered bringing Taylor in, and actually started to get up, then thought better of it. Let Taylor wallow in wet misery. Kam settled back until he heard the rain really get going. Kam snuck to the kitchen and looked out, knowing Taylor couldn’t tell he was watching at all. Taylor was water-logged and pitiful. Kam broke out in a broad smile when he heard Taylor call “Master, let me in.”, and repeat it. It was very satisfying. Taylor was begging him, and calling him “Master”. Kam’s dick twitched at that.

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Despite a lifetime of yearning, Jodie had never pleasured another woman before coming to ABD a couple weeks previously; but she’d had a lot of practice since then, and put everything she had learned into a concerted effort to make Miri happy. Miss White looked on, hand resting lightly on her lap, as Jodie burrowed eagerly into Miri’s crotch.

Miss White found herself feeling a little jealous; though Jodie was generally a quite enthusiastic cunt-licker, she’d never been this aggressive before. She repeatedly stabbed her tongue into Miri’s slit as Miri moaned and played with her tits, all traces of shame or self-consciousness long gone.

When Miri came there was no mistaking it; she let out a deep-throated howl and fell sideways onto the couch. Jodie sat up and looked over at Miss White, her juice-smeared mouth curled into a proud smile.

As Miri lay with legs akimbo, displaying the dark cloud of hair between her legs and the glistening pink beneath, Miss White was surprised to find that she was actually salivating. She knew that she needed to taste that thing sooner rather than later. But she couldn’t just get down on her knees like Jodie had; that wasn’t how she worked.

And so it was that when Miri finally opened her eyes, she was for the first time in her young life confronted with a faceful of pussy. Miss White was straddling her, now naked, her clothes folded neatly on the coffee table.

Miss White was pleased to think that she would be the first woman Miri tasted (she was pretty sure that this was Miri’s first lesbian experience). Sexually active as she was, she rarely had this opportunity; it was usually the seniors who took the freshmen’s cherries.

Miri hesitated for a moment, unsure what to do, but then she realized it wasn’t rocket science. She stuck out her tongue and traced it along the curve of Miss White’s thigh, enjoying the way the older woman’s muscles trembled in response. She spent some time on each leg, breathing in the smell of Miss White’s arousal, before finally getting up the nerve to take a taste.

She liked it, but even better was the way the woman above her quivered and sighed. There was a tenderness to it, a sense of pleasure shared, that was new to her. She began casino siteleri to lap away steadily as Miss White slowly bent forward until her head was down between Miri’s legs. Miss White nuzzled into Miri’s luxurious thatch of soft, black pubic hair for a while before spreading her pussy lips and taking a big slurp. It was, indeed, delectable and Miss White devoured it with uninhibited abandon.

Jodie was happy that she’d had a front-row seat for Miri’s first taste of another woman, though she sort of wished it had been her. As Miss White and Miri 69ed Jodie darted around, kissing here, licking there.

Miri had orgasmed three times at the prompting of Miss White’s skilled tongue and fingers before she finally, with Jodie’s help, managed to return the favor. When Miss White climbed off her she lay there, staring at the ceiling, breathing heavily. When she’d woken up that morning, she would never have imagined that she’d end up in a lesbian threesome with one of her roommates and an older woman. But she had no complaints. No man had ever made her come like that; in fact she hadn’t come like that before, ever.

Looking over at Jodie, who had sat down across from her, Miri realized that the polite thing to do would be to return some of the pleasure she had received. She rolled onto the floor and crawled over between Jodie’s legs. Their eyes met and Miri realized that, though they’d been roommates for a while, they hadn’t really known each other. But they certainly knew each other now.

* * *

Setting down her book, Kristin gazed over at Jenny, who was looking particularly beautiful at the moment. She sort of felt like they should fuck, just because they could; but the truth was that they’d already had plenty for one day. Instead she reached over and switched off the light. Jenny cuddled up next to her and soon they were both asleep.

In the morning, though, Kristin woke up horny as hell. Jenny’s first sensation of the day was Kristin’s lips on her nipple; she was still only half-awake when Kristin spread her legs and began to gently tongue-bathe her pussy. Conscious that Kristin’s mother’s bedroom was just down the hall, Jenny tried to be quiet, putting a pillow over her head to stifle her moans.

Kristin slot oyna had told Jenny that she’d come clean to her mother about the nature of their relationship, but not that she’d caught Carol in bed with Lina Santini. It wasn’t that she wanted to keep it secret, exactly; she just didn’t know how to say it.

When Jenny came her moans were loud, pillow or no pillow; she was feeling particularly sensitive that day for some reason. Kristin immediately popped up and put her robe on; she had caught a whiff of bacon wafting up from downstairs and was suddenly starving. “I’m going down,” she told Jenny.

Jenny took the pillow off her face and sighed, her pussy still spasming from the orgasm. “Be right behind you.”

Kristin found her mother standing at the stove, also in her bathrobe. Carol wished Kristin a good morning and smiled. Kristin wondered if it was obvious that she’d just been licking Jenny’s pussy, if her mother could smell it on her.

Jenny appeared a moment later, looking adorably disheveled with rumpled hair and drowsy eyes. “How’d you girls sleep?” asked Carol.

Kristin and Jenny looked at each other and grinned. “Great, Mom,” said Kristin.

“Yeah, fantastic,” said Jenny. “I feel like a million dollars.”

“So what are you two up to today?”

“We have the film festival later, right?” Carol nodded; this was a standard part of their annual Thanksgiving observances. On Saturday the girls got together for movies and popcorn; each one of them got to pick a film, so this year they would be watching five rather than four. “Guess we’ll go for a walk,” said Kristin, looking out the window at the blazing sunshine. “It’s a beautiful day.”

* * *

At ABD Jodie again brought Miss White breakfast in bed; this would soon become a regular part of her daily routine. Miss White was excited about Luz’s visit that evening. After breakfast she supervised Jodie and the four Sisters who were around in a few hours of deep cleaning; she wanted ABD House to look perfect for their guest.

Nikki and Polly grumbled to each other as they worked; it was hardly fair, they thought, for them to be stuck cleaning just because they hadn’t left for the break. But neither one of them said a canlı casino siteleri word to Miss White; their asses were still sore from their Thanksgiving punishment, and they were in no hurry for another.

Afterward Miss White gathered everyone together and explained who the visitor was and why she was important. “Luz came from nothing and made something of herself,” she said. “She should be an example to you all. I want you to treat her with the same respect you give me, and I want her to have anything she wants while she’s here. Do I make myself clear?”

Everyone nodded. “Good. Sasha, you’ll be in charge in the kitchen again. You did a fantastic job on Thanksgiving. This time everyone will pitch in,” she said, looking pointedly at Nikki and Polly.

“Now,” continued Miss White, “I want each of you to pick out two or three outfits. I’ll come around later and help you decide which one to wear. OK?” There was a round of “Yes, Ma’am”s from the Sisters and they dispersed.

In the course of the afternoon Miss White visited each Sister in turn and had them model for her. For the first two the decisions were easy — for Polly, a green-and-red striped dress that flattered her slim frame, and white leather boots; for Nikki it was a tight, slinky electric blue gown that showed off her ample boobs and rear.

It took a little time for Miss White to help Sofia assemble her outfit. She looked good in everything, and Miss White rather enjoyed having her repeatedly undress and try on different combinations of clothes. In the end they settled on a white blouse, a beige-and-black plaid skirt, and knee-length white socks.

Miss White spent by far the longest with Sasha. There just weren’t that many appealing options in her wardrobe, which was heavy on jeans and T-shirts. She did have a nice pair of vintage slacks with a flower-print pattern, and for a while she stood there in those and a bra as Miss White tried to find a suitable top for her. Finally, spotting a sharp-looking black suit jacket, Miss White decided that Sasha should just wear that over her white lace bra.

This whole process had gotten Miss White quite worked up, and she fingered herself to orgasm before showering and dressing; she wanted to feel calm, composed, and at ease. Luz was due at 6:30 and by 6:20 Miss White was standing by the front door, sipping a cocktail and looking out the window. Precisely on the dot of 6:30 she spotted a familiar figure coming up the path.

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After the second movie the party moved back to the sitting room, where it turned into more of a general free-for-all. Loud music was playing, there was naked dancing, and any remaining inhibitions were dropped. In one corner the Bitch was chained with her arms extended out to her sides, naked from the waist down, being whipped by Elena. The blows were not very hard, mostly for show, to add an atmosphere of kinky decadence to the room; but even so her involuntary cries of pleasure/pain were occasionally audible over the music.

At one point Kristin went to the kitchen and poured herself a big glass of ice water, determined not to drink herself senseless this time. When she returned to the sitting room the vibe had changed. The music had slowed down and the lights had dimmed; Kristin’s eyes were drawn to Janet, who was sitting on a couch in only panties, flanked by naked Jenny on one side and naked Sophie on the other. She had something in her hand; Kristin couldn’t tell what it was until Janet leaned forward and used it to snort something off the table. Janet handed the straw to Sophie, who snorted up a big line of her own and handed it back. Next Janet offered the straw to Jenny, who looked questioningly over at Kristin. Kristin shook her head no and Jenny respectfully said “No thank you” to Janet, who shrugged and took another turn herself.

The energy level in the room went up after that. Soon Janet was fucking Jenny with a strap-on as Sophie sat on Jenny’s face. Kristin casino oyna sat and watched, drinking water, marveling at what a willing and wanton slut Jenny had become. She had been so innocent not very long ago; Kristin wasn’t sure whether to be proud or appalled. But she didn’t have long to think about it, because now Diana was leaning over the back of the couch Kristin sat on, nuzzling Kristin’s ear and then kissing down her neck. Kristin opened herself up to the approach, and before long the two blondes were 69ing as Juliet sat beside them smoking a cigarette, sticking a finger in here, jabbing her tongue in there. Elena, meanwhile, had stopped whipping the Bitch and was now on her knees licking the bound woman’s pussy, which was sticky wet from the torment/tease she’d been suffering.

From there things became sort of a blur… afterward all Kristin remembered was Jenny face-down on the floor, hands bound behind her back, being whipped by Sophie as Janet and Elena dripped hot wax onto her. Jenny was moaning pitifully; there may have been some pleasure in it, but to Kristin at that moment it sounded awful. Finally something snapped within her; she stood up and barked “Enough.” Ignoring Janet’s shocked look, Kristin helped Jenny up, untied her, and led her back to their room.

Kristin spent a good half-hour picking dried wax off Jenny’s body, soothing her with kisses in between. Then they curled up on one of the beds together till morning.

* * *

Over breakfast slot oyna Janet was a little frosty but didn’t seem too upset; Kristin felt relieved, as ABD depended on Janet’s generosity, and the last thing Kristin wanted to was make her angry. After breakfast Kristin and Jenny showered, packed, and said their goodbyes. They were on the road back to Bowmore by 11:00.

Jenny was moved by the way Kristin had stood up for her, but wasn’t quite sure how to express it. Kristin for her part was in a peculiar, distracted mood. So they said little during the drive, just listened to music and stared out at the passing scenery. When they arrived at the college they parted with a long, warm hug and kiss, after which Jenny went to the freshman dorm and Kristin to her room.

There was a note taped to Kristin’s door: “K: Need to see you IMMEDIATELY.” It was signed with Alexis White’s trademark looping “A.”

Kristin’s heart immediately started pounding. Had Janet Lee called and complained about her? After dropping off her stuff she immediately made her way to Miss White’s office.

When Kristin entered Alexis White was sitting at her desk holding a steaming cup of coffee in both hands. She fixed Kristin with a serious look that caused Kristin’s heart to drop into her stomach.

“Um… what’s up?” stammered Kristin.

Without saying a word, Miss White picked up the thick manila envelope that was sitting on her desk, opened the clasp, and pulled out the flap. canlı casino siteleri Extracting a stack of papers, she began to array them across the desk. They were all pictures of girls, printed on high-quality photo paper, many in sexual situations. It took Kristin a minute to figure out that she knew these girls – they were all ABD Sisters. There was Emma, and Sasha, and Rachel, and Polly, and Eva, and April. Many of the photos had clearly been taken in the public areas of ABD House, and some distinctive items of decor were visible in them.

Finally Kristin came to one picture that particularly caught her eye – it had been taken in dim light and was grainy, but was clearly a photo of Jenny, naked on her knees with her hands cuffed behind her back, leaning into a blond-haired crotch with tongue extended. That’s me, thought Kristin, though her face was not visible.

She looked up at Miss White. “What the fuck?”

“These were left on the doorstep yesterday.”

“So somebody’s spying on us.”

“Seems like it. Keep it quiet but see what you can find out.”

Kristin walked back to her room feeling worried and perplexed, but in a few minutes that had faded, and all that remained in her mind was the image of Jenny on her knees. Calling down to the dorm, Kristin summoned the freshman to her room. A few minutes later Jenny appeared and silently stripped and knelt. Pulling off her jeans and panties, Kristin beckoned Jenny closer; Jenny crawled over and obediently took up the same position she had been in in the photo.

As Jenny began to service Kristin, Kristin stood staring out over the grounds of ABD, peering intently into this corner and that, searching for any sign of movement in the shadows.

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This is my first story so yes, I’m a virgin. In more ways than one. Let me know what you think but be gentle, please. I’d like to be broken in gently the first few times. The following is just a fantasy but I do think about activities like this all the time. I guess those that would know would say that I need someone to take control of me so I could be comfortable with doing something with a guy. I’ll let you decide what I need and if you like, let me know that too. Ok, enough of that, on with the story.

*

I lived in a condo at the end of the street. It was also a new development and as of yet, no other condos had been built on the street or even in the area. With this economy, it might be a while before any others are built. It had a large common, covered back deck that looked over the small back yard and woods beyond.

I am 5′ 10″ to 5′ 11″ on a good day and between 170 and 175 lbs. Slim build with a small tight butt that women claim is a good two handfuls. Dark hair with some gray coming in and intense but playful blue eyes. Up to this point, I have only been with women but have had fantasies about men on a regular basis. I exercise daily to keep the midlife bulge from coming on and so far it’s working. I’ve always been the class clown, laughing and joking and being flippant most of the time. I always try to find the humorous side of what life throws at us.

My neighbor that owned the second half seemed to be a good guy. Kind of quite, about 6′ 1″, not muscle bound but in good shape and I would guess about 200 lbs. Dark full head of hair and gray eyes. In the evenings, we would sit on the deck with a drink just enjoying the quite and solitude.

Neither one of us went out much nor did we ever have visitors. Par for the course for me which I guess is why I never questioned Sean’s lack of going out or company. I worked from home and Sean worked for a landscaping company.

I came home one day from a trip to the store and saw Sean sitting on the deck. After putting everything away, I fixed a drink and went out to the deck. It was then that I saw both of Sean’s hands were in casts.

“Dang, what happened to you?”

“Accident at work. I’ve been sitting here for about two hours waiting on you,” he said. “I can’t get to my keys to open the door.”

He seemed to be sort of embarrassed but asked if I could get his keys out of his pocket and open the door for him saying he had to go to the bathroom, quick. I didn’t hesitate and laughed while reaching into his pants pocket for the keys saying, “I guess that could be a problem.”

I opened the door and he took off for the bathroom. I laughed and yelled at him to not forget to raise the lid and sat down to wait for him to finish and then explain what happened.

Not two minutes later he was back, red in the face and with the obvious look of a guy that has to go bad. He said, “Man, I can’t get my pants open with these damn casts! Can you give me a hand, quick?”

“Uh, yeah, sure. No problem. Uh, out in the yard. More room” I replied, not really thinking about what this would entail.

We both kind of ran down the steps and over to a tree. Men have to have a tree, a bush, or tire for some reason so it was natural for both of us to head for the tree. He was next to the tree and I was to his left. I leaned forward and kind of around his front so I could use both hands to get his pants open and not get peed on. He was hopping from foot to foot and whispering “hurry, hurry, hurry”.

This whole ordeal was striking me a funny so I was giggling (I’ve always giggled and have always been made fun of because of it) and saying, “Quit moving so much, these damn pants are too tight.”

“It’s not funny, it hurts damnit!” Which didn’t help my giggles.

I finally got his pants open and tried to raise up. He had his right had on the tree and his left on my back holding me down and was still saying “hurry! hurry! hurry!”. I didn’t even think about it, I just reached casino siteleri in and grabbed his dick and pulled it out. Luckily he was commando cause I don’t think we would have made it had he had underwear on. And luckily I was beside him and not in front cause he started peeing immediately. Now I don’t know how much air a person can hold in, but Sean exhaled for a long, long time.

So here we were. He was bracing himself against the tree with his right hand and my back with his left. I was bent over and around his front and couldn’t raise up, so I reached out with my right hand for the tree also.

This is where it starts to get weird for me. Sean was fine, he was getting relief. I, meanwhile, had a strange dick in my hand! And it was squirting out pee about four feet, and I was controlling where it went! And I didn’t have anywhere else to look but at this strange dick in my hand.

I had never thought about other men before other than a strange dream once in a while. It came as a shock that I was thinking this is a nice dick. No hair, hmmm. Smooth and soft but firm feeling. Very warm, almost hot. Cut, very nice flared head. And big! I wasn’t holding it with one or two fingers either. It was laying across my palm and lower finger pads and my thumb was wrapped across the top. Just like I stroke my own! Only he wasn’t hard and was as big as I am when hard! And there was at least an inch sticking out past my index finger and thumb.

Holy cow! I felt a twitch in my dick and started to get hard. What’s happening to me? I’m liking the feel of Sean’s dick in my hand. I start thinking it’s beautiful and realize my mouth is watering and hanging open when some spit drops down and lands on his head. I squeeze a little and can feel the pee flowing through the underside. The head flares bigger when I squeeze too. I squeeze again and pull outward like I do to my own. Yep, instead of going out about four feet it squirts out to about six or eight feet. I can’t help it but giggle again.

He asks, “Are you having fun?”

Without thinking I reply, “Oh, sorry, this is kind of new for me. Kind of like pushing all the buttons and knobs in a new car.”

At this we both bust out laughing. As he’s laughing, I can feel his pee surging. He surges and I squeeze, this is fun. By now he’s about finished. I just do what I do to myself and start milking to get all the pee out. Slide back to the base, squeeze and pull out to the head then release and repeat. Only I don’t just do it two or three times. I keep doing it! I don’t realize what I’m doing till he starts getting hard and growing! Then I snap out of it and see that he’s finished.

As I’m putting him back in, I realize he’s either naturally hairless or shaved. I don’t see any hair on his groin or feel any on his balls. Holy crap, did I just run my fingers down across his balls? Dang, they’re big too. Oh man I hope he doesn’t think I was feeling him up. It just happened in trying to get that big thing back in his pants and in just the right spot, didn’t it?

I can feel my face flushing as I do his pants back up. When I raise up I see his face is flushing too. I stammer, “Well, that was different wasn’t it? First time for everything I guess.”

“Yeah, right. Felt good”, he sputtered. When I looked into his eyes and raised my eyebrows his eyes got big and blurted out, “I mean I was hurting. Felt good to finally get to go.”

“Oh! Yeah. Ok. Well, how bout them cowboys?” I say. And we both laugh again and walk back to the deck. Me with a major hardon.

When we get back to our chairs, I gulp down my drink and go fix us both another and arrange my hardon so it’s not so obvious. When I get back, Sean starts apologizing, “Man I’m sorry but I couldn’t do anything with these casts. I’ve been holding it for two hours and was starting to hurt.”

Not thinking I say, “No problem. Don’t worry about it. My pleasure.” He spits his drink across the deck at this and starts laughing again.

Realizing slot oyna what I said, I laughingly replied, “That didn’t come out right did it? Lets start over. Don’t feel bad about needing me to help. I’m ok with it. And I will say that you have a very nice dick. If it had been an ugly one I might have freaked out. So, everything’s good. Now, what the heck happened? Why are you in casts?”

After explaining how he was hurt, which isn’t important to the story, and that he would be in the casts for at least a month, we both just sat there for a few moments. We then started talking about all the things he would need help with. I won’t go into details on all the things, just namely getting dressed, getting undressed and taking a shower. He was embarrassed but knew he didn’t have much choice other than staying in the same clothes and stinking after a day or two.

After agreeing, we decided to have at least one more drink to build up our confidence. While drinking my third and his second drink, we were both thinking about how this was going to work.

Finishing my drink, I boldly stated, “Ok, I’m brave enough. Let’s do it.”

He just said, “Oh boy”.

Entering his bedroom, I said, “Let’s just act like this is an everyday thing and we’ll be fine. No big deal.”

He just grunted, “Yeah right.”

With his back to me, I pulled his shirt over his head and worked the sleeves over the casts. I then dropped to my knees to take his shoes off. Taking a big breath, I reached up and around to unfasten his pants, again. This had my face fairly close to his nicer than average butt which wasn’t helping my rock hard dick. Pulling his pants down reminded me that he was commando, which only made the hardon situation worse.

“Ok, to the shower chief.” I’m trying to keep the mood light, otherwise I’m afraid we both will freak out. He’s able to bump the shower controls with his casts and finger tips to get the water going, and enters the stall. Thankfully, he keeps his back to me and can’t see my excitement while I strip down and enter behind him.

“Don’t get any ideas just because I’m getting naked and into the shower with you big guy.” I can’t help it, being flippant is the only way I can stay calm. He just kind of laughs but doesn’t say anything.

He’s facing the shower head with his raised hands resting on the ledges so as not to get the casts wet. I tell him to close his eyes as I shampoo his hair. I then grab the soap and start to lather and wash his back. His broad, muscled, smooth back. Hmmm, where did those thoughts come from? I shake my head and drop to my knees to do the lower parts. I wash his feet and long sexy toes. What is going on with me, why am I thinking a guy’s feet are sexy?

I start working up his legs. His hard, muscled, smooth legs. Hmmm, still no hair. By now I’m staring at his firm, bubble shaped, smooth ass. Still no hair. I can’t help but admit to myself that it looks good. And feels even better as I soap and rub and squeeze his cheeks. I run the bar up and down his crack and then my index and middle fingers. As I rub back and forth across his star, he gasps and twitches a little. I’m sure I spend more time than needed rubbing up and down his hairless crack and around his star, but time seems to stand still. I’m not sure who moans, but it snaps me back to the present.

I stand up and have him turn around to do the front. His eyes are closed so I soap his face as insurance so he won’t see my hardon, which is throbbing and leaking. My balls are drawn up tight and I haven’t even touched myself. I soap his armpits and use my finger tips and nails. I notice his jaws clinch but he doesn’t say anything. I should say that it has always turned me on to caress and tease my female partners in the past to get them worked up. I guess I was subconsciously doing that to Sean with his ass and armpits. Cause watching him tense up made my eyebrows raise up, smile and bite my lower lip. I was having fun just as I would with canlı casino siteleri a female.

I soaped up his pecks and his nipples were hard as pebbles. I rubbed my thumbs across and around them. They were at least as big as an eraser and about a quarter inch long. I pinched them between my thumb and index finger and rolled them back and forth. His head shot back and he moaned long and deep.

“Sorry, just making sure they’re clean,” I said.

“Ohhh, ok,” was all he said.

I giggled again and dropped to my knees to “do” the lower parts. WHOA!!! Now Sean had a very nice dick when I held it as he peed. He had an absolutely gorgeous COCK when he was hard!! My god, it was beautiful! Mine is six inches, maybe six and a half at the moment. His had to be at least eight and an inch and a half across. Hard and straight with a huge flared head. The head and veins down the side seemed to be pulsing. His groin and balls were completely hairless so I could see every detail. Beautiful doesn’t come close to describing what I was looking at. I’m sure if he could see the awe on my face and my open, drooling mouth, he would have been shocked.

“Oh man, I’m sorry. I can’t help it,” he gasped.

“Trust me, no problem at all,” I breathed.

I quickly soaped the area up. As I was running one hand and fingers around his balls and back to the area behind to his ass, the other was stroking up and down and around his cock. One hand was overflowing with his balls and the other couldn’t reach all the way around his mighty shaft. At that moment it struck me that it felt right to be kneeling before this man, cleaning and worshiping his manhood and jewels.

“I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop!!”

I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I kept stroking. All the way to the top, forcing the flared ridge to slip between my thumb and finger. Then squeezing a little harder and back down to his groin, pulling the skin tight causing the head to flare and pulse. On the down stroke he groaned loud and I felt his cock start to throb. With every throb, a stream of cum fired out. The first two shots went straight into my mouth, almost filling me. When I closed my mouth, the other shots fired all over my face. I didn’t hesitate to swallow his cum. It was delicious and I was instantly hooked. I opened my mouth for more and let what was oozing out drop on my tongue while what was on my face started running down and into my mouth. As I was milking his cock to get every drop out of that long shaft, my own balls drew up tighter and shot my cum between his legs. Without even touching myself!! I began scooping what was all over my face into my mouth and squeezing his cock with my other hand.

Why haven’t I done this before? The smell, the taste, the texture and the overall feeling of his cum on and in my mouth was just right. It was enough to keep my dick hard. Why do women not crave this feeling was beyond me.

As Sean relaxed and leaned back against the wall, the water spray was able to hit me. I washed my face quick so he wouldn’t see his cum all over me. I didn’t know what he would do or how he would handle that. I didn’t know how I was handling it at this point.

As I helped him rinse off, I giggled and said, “Wow, I guess you needed that”.

“I did and I don’t know what to say now. Kind of embarrassing.”

“Don’t worry about it. Glad to help. Now step out so I can finish washing myself while I’m in here.”

I soaped my dick up and started stroking while thinking about what I had just done. I reached back and rubbed circles around my hole. I started wondering what his hard cock would feel like in my ass. With that thought, my balls shrunk up and shot another load of cum against the wall. The more I played with my ass the harder my contractions were and the more I thought about his cock making me cum like this. WOW!!

After I finished cleaning up, I got out, pulled on my briefs, and grabbed a robe hanging on the door. Sean had managed to get a robe on himself and was sitting on the couch.

As I joined him on the couch I asked, “How are you feeling now?”

His response and what happened next will be told in the next chapter. If you want to know about it, let me know.

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Emilio wanted to ignore the knock on his front door. Considering how it took him all day to try and forget the rejection, he just wanted to be alone for the rest of the evening.

Three more knocks on the door and a voice from the other side murmured, “Emilio? It’s me, Leslie. I want to talk.”

Emilio, a nineteen-year-old Argentinian man, stayed seated on his recliner. The last person he wanted to talk to was Leslie. Even if he shared the same origin of their desolation, Emilio still didn’t want to deal with the one person who used to be his adversary.

Leslie knocked again. “Come on, I know you’re in there!”

Frustrated, Emilio got up from his recliner and opened the front door. Leslie stood a few feet in front of him. The slim nineteen-year-old man had short blond hair, and at this moment, he wore a dark green t-shirt and brown pants. The two of them just stared at each other. Emilio tried to express his resentment, but he just couldn’t. He felt too heartbroken to even say a few choice words.

Leslie seemed to have understood his silence. “I know how you feel. She did the same thing to me.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed.”

Even if Leslie held a blank expression on his face, Emilio could still sense a wholesome anguish that clutched his heart and broke his spirit.

“Would you like to come in?”

Leslie nodded. “Sure, why not?”

Emilio let him inside his apartment. Leslie began to examine the small but comfortable surroundings. As he shot brief glimpses at the furniture in the living room, Emilio asked, “So how did Vivian break the news to you?”

“She didn’t. I saw her with her new boyfriend this afternoon. Why she didn’t even tell me about him, I’ll never know.”

“I guess she didn’t think we were that important anymore.”

Leslie sighed. “How long has it been?”

“Three weeks.”

Even if they never met until then, Emilio and Leslie had already acknowledged their newly formed rivalry exactly three weeks ago. For the past twenty days, they tried to win the heart of the same young woman they fell head over heels for. At different times, they took her to the movies and took her out to dinner. Emilio took it further by taking her to see her favorite pop artist live in concert. The music didn’t exactly please him, but it did make her feel content. At one point, both Emilio and Leslie shared a few angry words right in front of Vivian. She left right before things went a little sour. The competition seemed fierce, but now that Vivian had found herself an actual boyfriend, the entire situation appeared absurd.

Emilio added, “Did you see how rich the guy is?”

“Yeah, I saw his Lamborghini. Do you know anyone who owns one here in San Diego?”

“I don’t, and I don’t think I ever will. We’re both peasants when compared to that guy.”

Leslie had his eyes on the sofa and recliner. “I know. It stinks. At least we still have our looks.”

Emilio agreed. With his shaggy shoulder-length hair, a complete lack of facial hair, and an overall thin physique, he liked to believe that women of all kinds would be swooning at the sight of him in an instant.

Leslie slowly slid his fingers across the black leather recliner. “You know, you have a really nice place casino siteleri here.”

“Thanks.”

Leslie’s little smile seemed to have an effect on Emilio, who kept his gaze on the dazzling gold hue of the hair above his forehead. It kept his thoughts of Vivian’s long black hair under functional neglect. Leslie took a few slow steps toward the bookshelves in the corner. Emilio couldn’t help but acquire his self-awareness as his adversary gave off a debonair manner with his careful stride. Leslie seemed like a gentleman while perusing the titles of contemporary novels arranged on the shelves.

“I see you’re a fan of detective novels. I am, too.”

“It’s good to know that we at least share a common interest. Vivian never liked these types of stories.”

“She told me that, too. I once saw her own collection, and it was nothing but romance and some of that vampire crap.”

“I would never get into that sort of stuff.”

“Me, neither.”

An abrupt moment of silence took place when Emilio and Leslie stared at each other. For some odd reason, Emilio underwent a trance-like state, standing absolutely still when gazing into the pair of blue eyes. He couldn’t understand this certain feeling. Perhaps their connection only had something to do with the rejection of the same young woman. Sharing the same despair would be reasonable, but there was something else that Emilio couldn’t fathom. It was as if he saw something in Leslie that made him feel more aroused.

Leslie quickly looked away. “I bet she didn’t like the movies we saw when visiting the theater together.”

“Let me guess. She wanted to see the chick flicks.”

Leslie nodded. “I wish I brought my earphones.”

Emilio scratched his head. “Now that I think of it, it’s a good thing I didn’t have to take her to any of those concerts she mentioned.”

“You mean the ones with Taylor Swift and Katy Perry?”

Emilio chuckled. “Yeah, those are the ones. I’m surprised you’re still alive.”

Leslie sighed. “It wasn’t easy. Thank God for Staind and Sevendust.”

“Oh, you like them, too?”

“Yeah, they’ve been two of my favorites for a long time.”

Leslie shook his head with amusement. “It’s amazing. We’ve been competing against each other over a woman for three weeks, and just today, we’re beginning to know each other.”

Emilio folded his arms across his chest. “And it’s hard to believe that we have a lot in common.”

“Let me see if the similarities stop there. Do you like movies from Kubrick and the Coen Brothers?”

“Kubrick isn’t fascinating, but the Coen Brothers sure impress me.”

“What about baseball? Angels or Dodgers?”

“I’ve been an Angels fan since I was a kid.”

“So have I.”

“Do you enjoy watching Game of Thrones?”

“It’s a little hobby of mine.”

“How about mountain hiking?”

“No, but I do like to go skiing on occasion.”

“Well then, count me in.”

Leslie’s smile made Emilio feel so much more at ease than before. This time, it wasn’t Vivian who had become the foundation of mental comfort. He no longer questioned this change of heart, however. He welcomed this newborn consolation in the shape of another discarded individual.

Leslie remarked, slot oyna “I think this feud between us is pointless.”

“I guess we should have seen this coming.”

“About breaking up with Vivian?”

“Well, that and the fact that we’ve been helplessly in love with the wrong person. It’s pretty embarrassing if you ask me.”

“I don’t think it’s a total loss. Even if she is no longer interested in us, we still have each other.”

“You make that sound like we’re becoming more than just friends.”

Emilio added some captivation in the tone of his voice. “I’m starting to believe that.”

Leslie immediately took one step backwards. “You’re not serious, are you?”

“Maybe I am. Would that offend you?”

Leslie had a bewildered look on his face. “It wouldn’t offend me…I mean it would, but…I don’t think I know where you’re going with this.”

Emilio moved a little closer towards him, making the corner in which Leslie stood on almost inescapable. “I have to be honest. I’m starting to see a different side of you. I no longer see an opponent. I see a man who I can have a good time with.”

Leslie gulped air. “It sounds like you’re losing your mind.”

Emilio slowly shook his head. “It makes sense, though. We’re not that different from each other. ‘Opposites attract’ is not something that I believe in, anyway.”

The Argentinian man examined Leslie from his shoes to his hair. For the first time, Emilio found him to be an attractive man.

“Let’s forget about Vivian. We don’t need her.”

Leslie looked away. “I should go.”

He was about to take the first step toward the front door, but Emilio grabbed his arm and pulled him closer towards him. He couldn’t resist it any longer. Emilio gave him a long kiss. Leslie tried to push him away, but Emilio held him tight in his arms. Soon, Leslie’s aggressive shoving softened until he no longer felt the need to escape the embrace. With his hands on Emilio’s shoulders, Leslie’s participation became more apparent when he pressed his lips harder on Emilio’s.

When they finally stopped to take a short breather, Leslie asked, “Do you feel as strange as I do?”

Emilio replied, “Not in the slightest. Just relax. I’m sure you’ll enjoy this moment.”

Leslie gave his charming smile again. “I hope so.”

The two of them kissed again. It didn’t take long for them to move from the living room to the master bedroom. In just a few minutes, they found themselves naked while standing right alongside Emilio’s king-sized bed. With the sight of a nude Leslie just two feet in front of him, Emilio didn’t complain. The hairless skin, the flat chest, and of course, the fully erect member between the thighs made him take deeper breaths.

“I know you want it.”

Emilio grabbed Leslie’s head and pulled him down, grabbing him by the back of his head. “Open your mouth.”

In a split second, Leslie’s mouth was wide open. Emilio shoved his cock deep inside his friend’s throat. He kept moving his hip upwards. Leslie grabbed hold of Emilio’s thighs while happily taking his long stiff cock.

“Do you like it?”

Leslie didn’t say anything because of what was stuffed inside his mouth. All he could do was moan in an alluring manner. Emilio canlı casino siteleri kept giving him a deep craving for hard human flesh. It went on for minutes, until Emilio wanted something deeper.

He brought Leslie’s head up and whispered, “Get into bed with me.”

Leslie didn’t hesitate. He and Emilio lay in bed together. They did everything they could to please one another. Time didn’t feel like a waste when Emilio kept his prick deep inside Leslie’s tight anus, never obtaining the desire to stop thrusting in and out of his new companion. They demonstrated every position that they had either learned of or took part in with recent partners. Emilio didn’t know how long he spooned him, but the length of their lively performance felt as extensive as when Emilio gave his blond friend the “doggy-style” treatment. No matter which position they strived for, Emilio couldn’t stop entering Leslie. Leslie constantly engrossed himself with the deep continuous penetrations. His loud moaning became verbal ecstasy in Emilio’s ears.

Their breaking point would soon arrive when Emilio lay directly on top of Leslie, grabbing him by the legs and quickening his pelvic thrusts. Leslie grasped the bed sheets as his blissful cries enhanced Emilio’s motivation.

“Oh, Emilio! Oh, don’t stop!”

Emilio overlooked the drops of sweat forming on his forehead. He used all of his energy to draw out their long-awaited tumble from the top. In a few minutes, their orgasms had reached maximum strength. They screamed in unison and collapsed on the mattress. Emilio could feel his thick creamy fluids ejecting from his cock, filling Leslie with human substance.

The two of them took quick breaths from complete exhaustion. Emilio could feel more sweat forming not only on his own skin, but on Leslie’s as well. They gazed at each other once more.

Leslie’s smile seemed legitimate. “You were right.”

“About what?”

“About Vivian. I should forget about her. She doesn’t need me, and I don’t need her.”

Emilio still felt exhausted. “And thanks to her, we now have each other.”

The two of them kissed while embracing in bed. Emilio welcomed the warm feel of Leslie’s undressed skin. The young Argentinian man gazed into the heavenly blue eyes of his former rival once again. For the last few weeks, antipathy played a dominant role in the relationship between these two. And just tonight, affection in a more drastic form emerged, giving their competition a valid farewell.

Leslie whispered, “I never thought this could happen.”

“Doesn’t it make you feel happy?”

“Yes, it does.”

Leslie’s hands touched Emilio’s chest, something that the latter had taken a liking to.

“You sure are hot stuff.”

“And so are you.”

Emilio stood up from the bed and said, “Let’s go take a shower.”

Leslie still lay on the bed. Minuscule puddles of thick secretion were scattered between his legs. “Give me a few minutes. I want to stay here and keep your cum inside me for a little longer.”

“Sure, whatever you say.”

Emilio left him alone. He walked straight into his bathroom still nude and turned on the shower. Leslie joined him just a few minutes later. As the pouring warm water landed on their bodies, the two of them gave each other a nice long hug. The tender moment felt good to both.

“Emilio…this feels good. This feels really good.”

Leslie’s new friend grinned. “We should do this more often.”

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I woke up with a groan, my hand flying to my eyes as the morning sun washed over my face, waking me from my deep slumber. My muscles ached with an unfamiliar throb, protesting violently as I tried to sit up against the headboard.

Wait. Headboard? My thoughts froze up, my eyes widening in shock as memories from last night smashed into me like a freight train, making goose bumps wash over my naked flesh. The man appeared in my minds eye, his face shrouded in mystery but the mark of his body strewn painfully all over my skin.

My hands glided over the bruises he left, the marks of his fingers trailed from my perky breasts down to the junction of my thighs. An exceedingly harsh ache emanated from my core, proof that my molester was indeed a very gifted man.

My hand trembled as I glided it down my stomach, parting my thighs so I could inspect the damage with my fingertips. A loud hiss escaped my lips, my hand instantly jerking away from where it touched my abused pussy.

Pussy. A blush spread over my cheeks as the word echoed in my head, that’s what he had called it. I lay still after realising that last night did, in fact, happen. I’m no longer a virgin.

I sat up with a heavy intake of breath, ignoring the bubble of nausea in my stomach and the zap of pain from my well exercised muscles. The room was quiet, no clear sign of the man could be found as I scanned the room for any evidence.

My mother’s jewellery lay glittering in the morning sun as the light fell on the dresser through the open window, another sign that the man was telling the truth last night.

“Instead of jewels, I found a young barely dressed girl passed out on a couch, her ripe little body draped over the cushions in such a naughty and provocative fashion. I just couldn’t resist myself, little girl. I have to have you, I NEED to have you. I will have you.”

His words made another blush bloom on my cheeks, a frown of shame scrunching up my forehead as my pussy throbbed. He did have me, and he took me with a vengeance.

I slowly rose to my feet, my legs almost buckling under my weight, and wrapped my mother’s nearby bath robe around my shoulders. I limped to the bathroom, my skin itching as the dried fluid between my thighs flaked off with my movement.

I hurried my pace, the cum caking my skin creating a desperate need to wash myself; to wash off the desire that still coated me. The shower was the first thing I attacked, my hands turned the taps with such anger as if they were the ones who defiled me.

I did not care if the scalding water burned me to a crisp as I stepped under the harsh spray, the bathrobe laying forgotten at the shower door. I scrubbed for all I was worth, my skin turning an angry shade of red with the combined efforts of the burning water and my feverish scrubbing.

I felt cleaner as the soap bubbled up my skin, but the ache in my core still throbbed with every movement. My hand moved down to my pussy for the second time today, but this time I didn’t pull away, instead I clenched my jaw and pushed a soapy finger into the tender hole.

The pain almost overwhelmed me as I moved and wriggled my finger, doing my best to clean the seed he had sown in me. I gripped the shower wall, steadying myself as my legs trembled in pain.

A newly introduced sensation creeped up on me, a strangely pleasurable burn pushed through the pain and settled in the pit of my stomach like a coiled snake. My eyes closed as my mouth fell open, a small gasp leaving my lips as my legs trembled for a completely different reason.

Pleasure ebbed between my legs, drowning out the pain as my finger rubbed harder in a frantic effort to reach the same sensations I felt last night. I finally gave up with an irritated groan, failing to stimulate myself as the man had.

I ripped my hand from my pussy with a startled gasp, realising that a yearning had been awoken in me.

“Damn it, Anna! He raped you, you can’t desire more!”

I hated myself for the hunger that burned under my skin, even as I scolded myself I yearned for him to take me again.

After getting dressed in a pair of jeans and a panda tank top, I sat cross legged on my bed, hugging my kitty pillow as I dialled my dad’s number. The phone buzzed against my ear, panic slowly growing in my chest.

“Anna, how are you baby girl?”

The strong voice of my dad filtered through my phone speaker, causing an immediate rush of emotion to bloom in my chest. A tear fell down my cheek as I hesitated, and finally replied in a trembling voice.

“Daddy?”

The line was silent for a moment as I heard an intake of breath.

“Baby girl, what happened?”

His concerned voice held a desperate tone as he waited for my reply, the faint voice of my mother in the background making me smile grimly.

“Nothing happened. I just, Daddy, please come get me? I can’t stay here alone, please?”

I heard them talking in the background, their voices sounding worried.

“Anna, baby girl, I’ll get the earliest flight and come get you. Pack casino oyna your things, I’ll be there by tonight, then we are catching a flight back tomorrow morning.”

I smiled as relieve filled me, knowing that I won’t be alone again tonight.

“Yes Sir, thank you. I’ll be ready.”

We hung up the phone and I jumped to action. I still needed to clean the mess in my parent’s bedroom and the shattered window needed to be replaced. I also need to pack my bags!

I sat on the couch, snuggled close to my dad as we watched a movie. After the phone call I searched online for a window repairing business, and luckily stumbled upon a number that offered same day service.

As the advertisement stated, the repairman showed up and fixed the window for a very reasonable price. My parent’s bedroom was all cleaned up, the sheets changed and the washed sheets hanged up to dry.

My ripped clothes were thrown in a black plastic bag and disposed of in the dumpster outside, thus all evidence from last night was washed clean from the house before my dad’s arrival.

He hadn’t questioned me about not wanting to be alone at home, but simply embraced me when he arrived and gave a tender kiss to my forehead.

The next morning we headed to the airport, my father still oblivious as to what had transpired the very first night of their absence. The weather forecast warned of a big storm hitting a wide stretch of the country, but our flight was luckily not delayed due to the dark clouds that ominously covered the horizon.

The flight went unhindered, the plane only coated in a light layer of rain when we landed at our destination. We got off the plane and headed into the airport to grab our luggage and eat a quick lunch before starting the six hour drive to the resort where the business meetings were to be held for the next week.

In the time we had lunch and collected our luggage, the weather took a turn for the worse. Upon exiting the airport and driving out of the large underground parking space with the rented car, a violent storm had enveloped the area with rain and harsh winds.

The air was alive with lightning, the car windows slightly vibrating every time thunder crashed in the clouds.

“Sir, is it safe to drive in the storm?”

My dad glanced at me, a faint trace of worry glimmering in his gaze.

“If it gets any worse I won’t drive, we can pull over at a hotel or something and wait out the storm.”

I nodded my head, fingering my seatbelt in worry. The storm did get worse, much worse. Soon my dad could barely see the road through the sheets of rain that pelted the car.

The weather made it impossible to keep going, so with only a meagre two hours of travel behind us we pulled over at the nearest place of safety, which happened to be a very small and obviously overcrowded motel.

We struggled to find parking, it was clear that many people had been caught unawares by the storm and had also come to seek refuge. After parking we quickly exited the car, my dad holding our suitcases as we ran towards the entrance of the motel.

When we burst through the door, soaked to the bone like drowned rats, the welcoming heat of the lobby embraced us. The lady at the front desk stood at attention, her eyes immediately settling on my father.

She was probably in her mid 30’s, sporting a huge rack and a head of straight brown hair that fell to her shoulders.

“Good evening, how may I be of assistance.”

She drew out her words as sexily as she could manage, a sultry look washing over her face as she took in the sight of my drenched father. Now, my dad is a very handsome guy.

He stood tall, maybe 6 feet with a muscular build, dark features and brooding eyes. He was a ‘full package’, as my mother often said.

“Hey, can we get a standard room with two single beds with breakfast in the morning?”

The lady nodded, averting her eyes to the computer screen while clicking and typing away at the keyboard. The flirtatious brunette let out a loud sigh as she worriedly glanced up from the computer.

“I’m sorry, but it appears that we only have one available room with a queen sized bed. The next room with two single beds will only be available tomorrow after 12 pm.”

My dad shook his head, glancing at the weather through the glass lobby door. The storm obviously would not have let up in just a few minutes, and rain still pelted the road heavily.

“It’s not ideal, but we clearly have no choice. We’ll take it then, thank you.”

The brunette smiled and took the cash my dad offered her and handed him the change along with the room keys. My dad thanked her once more and headed in the direction of our room, the brunette following us with her eyes as she winked in my dad’s direction.

I frowned, the woman was obviously a slut, didn’t she see my dad’s wedding band?

“Oh, you are a little slut. You are a little whore who wants my cock, aren’t you!”

I instantly blushed as the man’s words echoed in my head, I had nearly forgotten about everything that slot oyna had happened. It appears as though me and the brunette have something in common.

My day dreaming was ended as a realisation hit me, what if I get pregnant? How am I going to explain what happened? I had cleaned up all the evidence, I’ve been so stupid!

I frowned upon coming to the conclusion that no one would believe me, it would be best just to forget about the whole ordeal and just hope I don’t get pregnant. I stumbled as I crashed into my dad’s back as he was unlocking the door.

The door clicked open with the added force of my momentum and swung with a bang against the wall. My dad smiled at me over his shoulder and shrugged, picking up the suitcases again and entering the room.

“Home sweet home. Wow, it’s rather cramped in here, at least it’s warm.”

I nodded in agreement, taking in the small room that consisted of a single queen size bed in the corner, beige walls, a small coffee table with a medium sized television and a door leading to the bathroom.

I quickly stepped into the bathroom and saw that it’s just as small as the room, with no shower, just a bathtub, a sink and the toilet. At least everything was in good condition, sparkling clean.

“Tiny as well, huh?”

I squeaked as my dad’s hot breath blew over my neck as he spoke behind me, obviously observing the bathroom over my shoulder. I nodded again, my voice disappearing as a sudden rush washed over my system, heat settling with a throbbing ache in my core.

I felt his body heat disappear and let go of the breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“I’ll sleep on the floor, you can have the bed, ok?”

I frowned as I looked at my dad, he was bent over the bed and rummaging through his suitcase.

“You can sleep next to me, Sir. The bed is big enough, isn’t it?”

My dad glanced at me, thinking over my statement as his gaze fell to the cold hardwood floor. He seemed to contemplate the rug at the foot if the bed for a moment, before turning back to his suitcase and continuing his rummaging.

“I guess you’re right, Anna. The floor does look cold and the b, damn it!”

His sudden curse word startled me almost as much as the sudden darkness that fell over the room.

“Daddy?”

My voice was almost panicked as I reached out into the dark, desperate to feel him. A small light blinked into existence as my dad switched on his phone, shining it around until it fell on my trembling form.

“The storm must have caused a power outage, and my cell is almost flat. I need to call your mom and tell her about the delay, will you be alright alone for a few minutes, Anna?”

In response I hurried over to my backpack and took out my ipod, the tiny music player my only source of light since my phone died on the plane and charging it would obviously be impossible.

“Yes Sir, I’ll be all right, I still have my ipod.”

He nodded and quickly went outside in search of better cell service. Standing alone in the room I decided I would take a quick bath while he’s away, the warm water would be a great comfort against the cold.

I stepped into the dark bathroom and put the plug in and started filling the bath while I stripped out of my clothes. Once the bath was full I carefully climbed in, keeping the dangling headphones clear of the water.

I sighed as I settled down, plugging my headphones into my ears as I closed my eyes in the dark bathroom.

Dad’s pov

After ending the call with Beatrice I headed back to the room that Anna and I shared for the night. Beatrice was concerned, as was I. The storm was a great worry for Beatrice and she was worried about our safety, though I reassured her multiple times that we were safe and well.

What concerned me the most was not the storm, but the strange behaviour of Anna. The call from yesterday has been in the back of my mind for a while, it was rather strange that Anna would suddenly beg me to come get her even though she had spent weeks convincing us to leave her alone.

It might be because the business trip is going to take longer than we originally planned, Anna may have been alright with being alone for a weekend but not with being alone for a full additional week.

But how did she know the business trip has been extended? She had no way of knowing this since I only shared that new information with her on the plane, so why did she want me to bring her back?

I also noticed the smell of sex in our bedroom, it could still be from when I and Beatrice had some fun, but it smelled almost too fresh. My mind mulled over those questions as I stepped into our room, immediately noticing that it was empty.

I frowned, closing the door and walking over to the bathroom entrance, holding my phone out in front of me to light the way. I knocked on the door, the sound echoing through the silent room.

“Anna? Can I come in?”

No answer came, so I shrugged and opened the door while stepping inside. I froze. My phone light bathing the naked wet body of my canlı casino siteleri teenage daughter in a gentle glow.

Her headphones dangled over the side of the tub from her ears, the obvious reason that she didn’t hear me knock while she hummed along to the music.

The sight of her young and naked body would have made any straight man freeze, but what truly made me go cold were the black and blue marks that littered her skin. I felt the anger as it boiled in my chest, my breath quickening as my hands shook with the violence of my rage.

As if the timing couldn’t have been better, the electricity chose that specific moment to flare to life, causing the bathroom light to tremble and flash brightly while it illuminated the room.

Anna jumped, her eyes flying open in the sudden light, her gaze immediately falling on me as I stood fuming in the door frame. She shrieked, trying to cover up her naked body as her headphones fell in the tub.

“Daddy! Get out!”

I shook my head and crossed my arms, anger rolling off me in waves, along with a twinge of shameful arousal that rushed to my groin as she twisted in the water.

“No. You get out of that bath. Now!”

She gasped, freezing her desperate attempt to hide her nudity with one nipples still peaking through her fingers.

“Dad?”

I glared, frustration burning through my veins.

“Don’t make me tell you a second time, Anna.”

She paled slightly, recognizing the tone in my voice she would hear every time I warned her before a spanking. Nervously she got up, hiding as much of her body from me as she could as she reached for the towel.

“Did I say anything about covering your body, Anna?”

She froze again, her eyes wide as she trembled in the cold, goose bumps washing over her skin.

“No Sir.”

I nodded my approval at her answer, turning my body to the side and gesturing to the bedroom, needing to inspect the damage some idiot teenage boy wrought on her skin.

She hesitated for a moment, but inevitably she lowered her head in submission and stepped out of the bath, water dripping from her bruised body onto the floor. I clenched my jaw as my arousal spiked, blood rushing heatedly to my crotch as I drank in her youthful body.

Her bruised breasts jumped slightly as she walked past me, her shoulder touching my chest as she entered the bedroom with her eyes focused on the floor.

Her perky little ass held clear hand shaped bruises, making my anger flare as I noticed the large size of the marks which obviously belonged to those of a mature male, and not to an inexperienced teenager.

I followed her movement with my eyes, twisting my body towards her as she came to a stop in front of the bed.

“Da.”

“Did I give you permission to speak!”

My sudden outburst must have rattled her, her shoulders tensed and her frame shook slightly as I looked over her defiled body.

“Anna, who did this to you?”

I heard her sniff, she was clearly crying as a soft sob shook her.

“I don’t know who he was, Sir. I never saw his face.”

I suddenly went cold. My anger died, my face relaxing as my eyes widened in realisation.

“Baby girl, did he rape you?”

She lowered her head, releasing a loud sob as she hugged herself, crying loudly now that I realised the truth.

“Oh, my sweet baby girl, no.”

I immediately stepped towards her, twisting her around as I held her shaking body close to my chest. Her naked body was pressed hard against my front as she gripped me, her nipples scraping through my shirt as the cold air made them harden.

I tried to calm her as I petted her head and rubbed her back, but my cock had different ideas as it started to harden. I could feel it grow against her upper stomach, with her being so much shorter than I she must have clearly felt it against her skin, burning hot through my pants.

She slowly stopped crying, a soft sniffle escaping her mouth every few seconds. I slowly pushed her away, gripping her shoulders as I tried to restrain myself as I looked over her bruised skin.

“Get on the bed, baby girl, I’ll rub some ointment on you to help soothe the bruising.”

She nodded turning around and laying on her stomach with her perky ass testing my self control every time I looked at her. Father or not, I could not deny the taboo lust that surged through my veins as I grabbed the ointment from a small first aid kit I kept in my travel bag.

“Hold still, Anna, I don’t want to hurt you more, ok?”

She hummed her response, muffling her small sobs in her arms as I squirted a bit of the cream onto my hand. I rubbed my palms together, lathering my hands as I moved closer to her.

I frowned as I noticed the clear bulge in my pants, unable to adjust my erection with my cream covered hands. At least she can’t see anything, though I’m sure she felt something. I touched her shoulders, feeling her jump at the first contact of my hands on her bare skin.

I rubbed softly, massaging the soothing cream into her tense body while watching her reactions to ensure that I don’t accidentally hurt her. She started relaxing, and soon I had rubbed the cream into all of her back, my eyes trailing down to her mouth watering behind.

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