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Learning to Let Go, Part III: What the Heart WantsThey say ignorance is bliss, but that is a lie.Bliss was the bristle of his beard as it brushed against my lips before we locked our lips in our first kiss. The Background:After I gave Josh road head on the way up to North Carolina, it was like the flood gates had opened. I sucked him off again that night in his bed as I jerked myself off. After skiing the next day, he wanted me to give him another blowjob in the shower and again that night as he stood in front of the tv and yet again on the drive home.At work, he constantly wanted head and I was all-too-happy to oblige. I couldn’t get enough of his cock and he couldn’t get enough of my mouth. There was never a time anymore that we jerked off together that didn’t end with me swallowing his cum directly from his dick. I sucked him off in crawl-out spaces under houses, in attics above townhomes, while he sat on the tailgate of his truck in a garage, sometimes on the interstate headed to distant properties, and — of course — at the office when everyone else had gone home.But even then, I had started to get the feeling I was just a means to an end. I knew his wife had self-image issues and even before any of this had started, he would complain about how she typically didn’t want sex because she didn’t feel attractive, no matter what he did. I never expected for our friendship with benefits to be anything more than that, but I had started to wonder over the next month if it had become more benefits than friendship.There was a good week and a half where Josh had fallen ill and, at one point, ended up going to urgent care to see what was wrong. It turned out to be a non-emergency, but he still had to be put on bedrest for a number of days. I kept checking in on him to make sure he was okay and I got a text one Sunday afternoon where he said he was finally feeling better. We had a two-man job that needed to be done, so I sent him a text to see if he wanted to ride together from his house, since it was on the way. He confirmed and I felt elated that he was both doing better and would be with me again in the morning.I pulled up to Josh’s house to find him in the garage with the door open, moving some things around. I stepped out of my Ranger and walked up his driveway as he stood, smiling broadly.As we got close, I spread my arms for a hug and said, “God, it’s good to see you.” He opened his arms in return and closed the distance for the hug, but my eagerness got the better of me. As we embraced, I turned my head towards him and ended up with my mouth next to his, the hairs of his beard on my lips. We held the hug for a few seconds and he released me, blushing intensely and slightly rubbing the spot where my lips had been.“Sorry,” I said with a bit of a laugh, “Guess I was more excited to see you than I thought.”He shrugged and simply said, “It’s fine,” but I could tell it seemed to make him uncomfortable, so I made a mental note to keep some of my urges in check.We took his truck and headed to one of the properties, where new water lines needed to be installed running from the water heater to the kitchen. Once the day was done, I told him I’d treat him to a late lunch and a beer at TacoMac and he readily accepted.We had finished our lunch and were sipping our beers when he caught me staring into his eyes and he asked with a raised brow what was on my mind.I told him, “Just recognizing how great it’s been working with you. I really appreciate all your hard work and I have to admit how much I like spending time with you.” He nodded and shrugged, saying, “Well, I appreciate the extra income. My mechanic work gets busy sometimes, but this works really well for when the cars start to slow down or I have to wait for parts.”I nodded and — perhaps sensing I was a little disappointed in his answer — he bahis siteleri continued, “But I have to say, you’ve been my favorite person to work with.”That perked me up considerably. “Yeah?” I asked. He looked down at his beer, seeming to reflect on our experiences together, and said, “Yeah.” He looked up at me said, a bit of a smile on the edge of his lips, “I can’t say I’ve ever looked forward to coming to work so much before.”I couldn’t resist. A broad smile broke out on my face and he gave one in return. “Me too,” I admitted.After a few moments, a silence seemed to creep in. I must have had a certain expression on my face, because Josh then said, that brow raising again, “What?”I glanced around and then said in a hushed voice, “If I wasn’t actively repressing my bisexuality, I’d kiss you right on the mouth.” He blushed again and shook his head, then paused and said, “Is that a quote from Community?”I laughed out loud and said, “Yeah, sort of, I didn’t know if you’d catch it.” He chuckled and shook his head, still blushing, before meeting my gaze once more. Our smiles faded and we ended up just staring into each other’s eyes, one part apprehensive and one part curious.Josh finished off his beer and then nodded toward the door and said, somewhat abruptly, “You ready to go?” I simply nodded and finished my own, then followed him out.The Good Stuff:We climbed into the cab of his F-250 and he reached forward to put the keys in the ignition when he paused and then brought them back down again to his lap, looking down at the steering wheel.“Did you try to kiss me this morning?”I couldn’t tell if his tone was accusatory or simply an inquiry, but my heart was instantly racing. I could feel myself panicking, worried again that I had gone too far. It seemed a strange thing to think trying to kiss him would make him upset after what we had done already, but there was still that part of me that worried he would react badly. I took a deep breath and said, as steadily as possible, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, if I did. It won’t happen again, if that’s what you want.”The next few moments seemed to stretch on for an eternity. I could tell even his heat was racing. He closed his eyes and said, “I don’t know what I want anymore.”Unsure of what do to, I leaned over and gently placed my hand on his. “Whatever will put you at ease, I’ll do.”Surprisingly, he flipped his hand around to give mine a squeeze for a few seconds before opening his eyes and turning towards me, a look of desperate yearning in them that I had never seen before.“Kiss me.”He didn’t have to tell me twice.I slid across his F-250’s bench seat toward him and leaned over as he ever so slightly began to lean toward me. I closed the distance and gently kissed him on the cheek, just above the edge of his chin, where the whiskers of his beard brushed slightly against my lips.He released a little laugh and said, “That’s not what I meant.”Keeping my lips against his cheek I said, “Look who’s eager now,” which made him laugh a little again. I made small pecks against his skin and his beard as I slowly kissed my way toward his mouth. Once I got to the edge of his lips, he couldn’t resist any longer and turned, locking his mouth on mine.I had expected Josh to want to take things slow, to ease himself into sexuality with another guy, and perhaps that was what the previous months had been about: allowing himself to come to terms with how much he enjoyed being sexually stimulated by another man. But this was different. I could feel his walls crumbling as his breath wafted across my cheek and I felt our tongues sliding in and out of each other’s mouths, our lips passionately creating an ebb and flow of red blooded fervor.I reflexively wrapped my right hand around the side of his neck at the base of his chin, pulling him closer as he let canlı bahis siteleri out a soft sigh through his nose. I felt him place his left hand on my chest before sliding it around to my side, letting his hand wander all over my back as we continued to passionately kiss.Suddenly, we heard someone outside the truck let out a surprised gasp and we pulled ourselves apart to see an older woman standing at her car in the spot ahead of us, staring at us for a few seconds before sheepishly turning and getting into her vehicle. Josh and I broke out into laughter, each of us blushing, and I scooted back to the passenger seat as he started the engine.As he drove, I slid my hand up his arm to the inside of his shirt and caressed the skin on his upper arm, shoulder and chest as we drove back to his house in a surprisingly enjoyable silence, periodically looking over at each other with awkward smiles. Part of me wanted to scoot across the bench toward him and give him road head yet again, but the rest of me wanted to savor this feeling of a bond that was more than just sex, so I simply reveled in the sensation of my skin on his for something that wasn’t simply sensual.When we got back to his house, I climbed out of his truck and turned to head to my pickup, knowing his wife would be home soon with his son. Suddenly he called over, “Hang on, don’t head off yet.” I turned and followed him into the garage, where he pressed the button to close the door. We stood a few feet apart, watching the door until it pressed down onto the concrete. As soon as the door came to a halt, we turned to each other and quickly rushed back into each other’s arms, our mouths hungry for another taste of the other man’s lips and tongue.Mere seconds into our renewed frenzy, he guided me to the wall of the garage where he began pressing his body against mine. I could feel my erection digging into his upper leg and I could feel his doing the same to me. We began thrusting our manhoods into each other, a back and forth rhythm of building tension, our hands wrapped around us and snaking every curve and bend.I eventually broke my mouth from his and started to kiss my way across his bearded chin to his ear, where I used my tongue to pull the lobe into my mouth and began to nibble on it, gently tugging with my teeth. He let out a breathy exhale, saying, “Oh, God,” and I reached up with my hand to rake my fingers through his hair. I released his ear from my mouth, but he then pressed his lips pressed to mine as he whispered a confession: “I want to suck your cock.”My answer was my hands reaching down and instantly beginning to undo my belt. He stepped back a bit and spun us around, shoving me against the garage wall as he leaned in and kissed me again briefly before grabbing me by the waist and dropping to his knees.My belt released, I unbuttoned my pants and opened the fly. He lunged forward with his face, pressing it against my boxer-briefs and feeling my hard cock on the other side of the fabric. He started using his lips to stimulate my shaft through my underwear before taking them and my pants by the waist and pulling them down.My erection sprung forward and my balls tensed, yanking upward towards the shaft before relaxing and descending again. Rather than attempting to drag things out anymore, he drove his head forward, taking me into his mouth. I let out a strained, exasperated, “Oh, fuck,” as he started gliding his mouth up and down my cock, keeping his lips taut against the skin as his left hand held steady at the base of my cock and his right hand fondled my balls.As he slid me in and out of his mouth, sometimes stopping to just lick the head and shaft, he looked up at me from below. He kept his eyes closed most of the time, just relishing the feeling of a dick in his mouth, but other times he raised his head and canlı bahis watched me as he serviced my cock, his eyes becoming burning lamps of desire.He reached down and undid his own pants, opening the fly and pulling his dick out through the front flap of his boxers, stroking himself with his right hand as his left went back up to the base of his cock, holding it tightly as he placed pressure against the top of his ball sack.“I love your cock,” he admitted, looking up at me as he took me into his greedy mouth again. My face now flushed with arousal, I began gently pumping my dick into him as I looked down at him and said, almost breathlessly, “I love the feel of your mouth,” at which point I reached both my hands forward and placed them on the back of his head, holding them firmly there as I focused on my task.He began to massage me between his lips as he worked his tongue along the shaft and my breathing reached a rapid pitch. My words a half whisper, half growl, I cried, “I’m gonna cum.” He tightened both his grips — the one on my dick and the one on his own — as we both began pumping our hips in anticipation for the final release.Suddenly, I held his head in place as I began fucking his face and releasing grunts with each thrust. He dropped both his hands to his own crotch, putting pressure on the top of his sack as he stroked his dick and did everything he could to keep from gagging on mine.“Oh, fuck,” I cried as I closed my eyes and lifted my head as my thrusts began to slow. He raised himself on his knees and brought his left hand up to my balls again, tugging on them gently as I gave a throaty moan and my cum pumped directly into his mouth. He released a growling moan of his own as the sensation brought him to his own climax. I slid my dick out of his mouth and he tilted his head down, and spilled my sperm out of his mouth onto his shaft as he stroked it deliberately, using my cum as lube until he spewed his own ejaculate, which landed across the leg of his jeans and jetted onto the concrete.I looked down and reacted with a bit of surprise to this mess we made as I said, “Oh, uh…do you need something to wipe off?”He looked around and saw that his cum had left an obvious wet stain across his jeans and some was still gooey on his fingers. He blushed as he stood and shrugged as he secured his pants, saying, “Eh, I’ll just toss ‘em in the laundry.” I clapped my right hand on his neck as I drew him forward and gave him another peck on the lips, tasting some of my cum there.I smirked and said, “This was fun, we should do it again sometime.” He smiled and nodded, saying, “Definitely.” He paused and then continued, “Listen, my wife’s going to be home soon with our son-”“Don’t worry, I can be discreet,” I told him before adding, “I’m not looking to mess up your situation.”“Okay, thanks,” he remarked, a look of relief on his face. “I mean, this is great and everything-”I put up a hand to calm him and said, “Josh. Being friends with benefits is fine by me, I just want to make sure it’s about the friendship as much as the benefits.” Instead of answering, he just nodded again, a small smile on his face.I leaned in and kissed him again, lingering on his lips a little longer this time and said, “See you later.”He reached over and pressed the button to open the garage as he said, “See ya.”To be honest, part of me ached at how casual our parting was. To me, that was an amazing moment of intimacy and bonding between two men. I couldn’t tell if he felt the same and just wasn’t comfortable admitting it or — as it can be with so many closeted, married men — if it really was just a means to an end for him. As I climbed into my truck and drove away, each of us waving the other off, I didn’t know which I preferred. If it was just a means to an end between two friends, I could probably come to terms with it, even if it left me a little disappointed. But if he felt about me the same way I felt about him — the way I sometimes spent my weekends looking forward to being at work because it might mean being with him — then what?

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Learning to be a Good Boy, Part 11As I wrapped my lips around Mr. Perkins’ cock, Mrs. Perkins withdrew her strap-on from the depths of my bowels. I stayed in Happy Baby as I sucked Mr. Perkins and Mrs. Perkins leaned down and took my semi-hard penis into her sexy and sensuous mouth.”That’s it, Sweetie” said Mr. Perkins. “Get Daddy nice and hard….”I think that Mrs. Perkins was expertly sucking me to provide me with a very pleasant feeling as I sucked my first real cock. And it was working. My penis was getting harder, inside of Mrs. Perkins’ mouth and I was moaning around Mr. Perkins’ hard cock. “Do you want Daddy to fuck you now…” Asked Mrs. Perkins, “with his real Daddy-cock?””Not yet” answered Mr. Perkins, before I had a chance to form my thoughts. “Let’s see how well she sucks my cock first.””SHE?” I thought to myself….Mrs. Perkins resumed sucking my penis as I did my best to take Mr. Perkins cock in my mouth. I was gagging a bit but that only seemed to turn Mr. Perkins on more.”That’s it, sweetie,” He said, “Gag all you need to… But learn to love sucking Daddy’s thick cock.”He was now holding my Head and mouth-fucking me. Mrs. Perkins was still sucking me yet she also slipped her fingers DEEP up into my rectum and was slowly twisting them as she expertly sucked my very excited penis. I was alternating between gagging around Mr. Perkins’ cock and moaning… He seemed to love both sensation.”I’m going to fill up your slutty little whore-mouth, sweetie,” he announced, “and I want you to be a good girl and swallow as much of it as you can.”What happened next was totally erotic. As Mr. Perkins’ cock began to throb and spasm inside of my mouth, my own penis did bonus veren siteler the same inside of Mrs. Perkins’ mouth! The difference was that Mrs Perkins greedily sucked and slurped my ejaculate into her hungry mouth and down her throat, whereas I choked and gaged on Mr. Perkins abundance of spunk.”Swallow, you whore.” He growled, “you need to learn to love this and swallow it all.”I tried my best but so much of it dribbled down my cheek. Mr. Perkins pulled out and used his fingers to wipe much of what I missed and then roughly plunged his cum-covered fingers into my mouth.”She needs work” he announced to his wife. “This pitiful performance would embarrass me if we had others over. She needs to improve.”With those disappointing words, he stepped back. Mrs. Perkins, however, had released my penis and was now right beside me and over my face. She leaned down and offered me a kiss. As our lips touched, her mouth opened as her tongue forced my lips open as well. It’s then that I realized that she was holding the contents of my ejaculate still inside of her mouth. All of my own cum was now draining down from her mouth into mine.As I tried to swallow as fast as I could, Mrs. Perkins resumed rubbing my sensitive nipples.”Good girl, Sweetie” she encouraged, “With practice, you’ll get better and learn to love this as much as I do. Once you’ve accomplished these requirements, we’ll ALL be so much happier.”I tried to stammer out an appoligize about my dismal performance with Mr. Perkins.”I am so sorry” I said, “that I didn’t do so well with Daddy. I know that he was disappointed.””It’s okay THIS time,” she said, “but you’ll need to practice, okay sweetie?””Yes bedava bahis Mommy” I replied, “but how and when do I practice?””We’re gonna let Daddy rest up for a few minutes,” she added, “and then you’re going to try again.”Mrs. Perkins then took me to the shower to clean up. She and I showered together where she lovingly washed my body and I her’s. I instinctively got hard and Mrs. Perkins took my penis into her hands.”As much as I’ve praised you in the past for always being hard for Me” She explained, “Right now, as our little girl, this has to be second to everything else. You need to know that you are learning to feel what a woman feels, not what a nasty little boy wants.”She began to stroke me as she continued.”I want you to cum for me” she explained, She continued to stroke my penis and she licked and kissed my still-sensitive nipples. I did not last long and came into the flow of shower water.”Good girl” she complimented, still refering to me in the femine gender. “Now, you’re going to dry off, go out into the living room, crawl up to your daddy and take him into your mouth. You’re going to do much better this time and swallow all of his gift. If you do not, you’ll do it again and again until you master this skill. Do you understand?””Yes Mommy” I obediently replied.We both got out of the shower and we dried each other off. Mrs Perkins then produced a cone-shaped device that I would later learn was called a butt-plug. “Open your sissy mouth” Mrs. Perkins instructed, “and suck it like it’s Daddy’s cock.”I did as she asked and closed my eyes as I lathered it with my saliva and tongued it from tip to base.”Good girl” she complimented, deneme bonusu “Keep doing that… Just like that.”I did not realize it, but Mrs. Perkins had reached for some lube and squeezed a liberal amount onto her fingers.”Good Girl” she said again, “Now give it to me and turn around and bend over.”Once again, I did as I was told.”Now reach back here” she added, “and spread your sexy ass-cheeks WIDE for Mommy.”Once again, I complied.She then ran her lube-coated fingers all over and around my recently cleaned anal ring and then placed the tip of the cone, the one that I had just covered with my tongue, up against my anal opening.”Relax, sweetie” she coaxed, “and feel how nice this feels going in.”My anal ring opened easily at first, but them offered some resistance.”If you tense up” she added, “It will only make it worse. Learn to accept who and what you are, sweetie…. Learn to love this.”I relaxed a bit and to my amazement, the entire girth popped inside on my rectum and my anal ring closed tightly around the base.”Oh, good girl, sweetie” praised Mrs. Perkins. “This will definitely help you prepare for what it is that a woman loves to feel. Now, one more addtion.Mrs. Perkins went to her lingerie drawer and produced a pair of satin panties.”Here” she said, “I got these just for you. Put them on, over your soft little penis and let’s have a look at you.”I did as she asked and she seemed to squeel with delight!”Oh My” she said, “They fit you perfectly. Now, I want you to walk out into the other room, find your Daddy and show him how nice you look. Then, I want you to get on your hands and knees, take Daddy’s cock into your little- girl mouth and suck it like it’s the best treat that you’ve ever had…. Because it IS!””Yes Mommy” I replied.”Oh sweetie” she added, “One more thing.””Yes Mommy?” I asked.”I’ll be watching so do be a good girl and make sure that you make us both more proud of your abilities this time.”To be continued….

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Turning Out another Girl LesbianI caught her eyes at a newly opened club I had gone to with my then boyfriend and two of his friends to celebrate my 19th birthday. Taking advantage of the fact that my boyfriend was stuck in a long queue for the restroom, she approached me with a confident and assertive demeanour that commanded attention.”Hi, what’s your name baby?” she said.I was a bit bemused by this approach and it took me a while to realize she was a woman. She was about as tall as me, with deep brown eyes and short brown hair which she kept in a brushed up undercut style, giving her an androgynous look. Her ears were pierced and displayed a pair of hoop earrings each. She was wearing a dark green T-shirt and camouflage cargo pants, coupled with a pair of brown Doc Martens boots. I guessed her age to be in her mid to late 30s.”Umm, Vanessa, but people call me Nessa.””Nessa, got a nice ring to it. My name’s Sam. So how do you like the new bar?””Oh, it seems quite nice! I like the fact they have a dancing space as well. And the music would be really great to dance to!””Would? Not been on the dance floor yet then?””Nah. My boyfriend does not like dancing. But when I come here with more friends next time I sure will!””Why not now? I will dance with you…come on!” she then grabbed both my hands and led me to the dance floor. The club was playing some current chart hits, such as Demi Lovato and Taylor Swift, which I liked dancing to. Soon I was dancing with Sam and having a good time. My boyfriend meanwhile was back and chatting away with his two friends, probably about football or some other boring topic he used to get passionate about.Meanwhile, Sam was dancing closer to me. She then spun me around and put her hands around my hips. I could feel the hardened nipples of her small breasts rubbing against my back as we danced. I never had a woman dancing with me like that, but she did so confidently and I was happy to let her lead.After a while she whispered in my ears that it was getting hot and she suggested we go outside for some fresh air, which I agreed to.Outside, she led me to a more secluded corner and we sat down bonus veren siteler on a low wall and started chatting. Suddenly she clasped both my hands in hers and said, “You know Nessa, I really like you…””Well, thanks, it’s nice of you to say-“”No, you don’t understand. I find you really attractive. I would really like to make you my girlfriend…”The reality of the situation finally dawned on me.”Oh, I’m sorry there is a misunderstanding. You see, I have a boyfriend and-I’am not””I know. But I think he does not deserve you. In fact, I think you are wasted on any man…””Well, thanks, but I like boys and I am not really into women.””That’s just because you’ve never been with one. But I know I can change that,” she then looked me straight into the eyes, unwavering and full of confidence.”Come back to my place now and let me show you a world you never imagined existed!””I…I think I should go back inside now,” but I could not as she was holding me in place by my hands.”Nessa, I saw how your boyfriend ignored you at the bar. You deserve better. You need passion. I can give you that. And if you don’t like it, you can always go back to him.”I thought for a few moments. I was not really into women, but there was something strong, confident and determined about her that confused me and intrigued me.”Look, I will come with you and we can chat, but nothing more. Ok?””It’s a deal! Come on, let’s hail a taxi to my place!””Hang on, I should tell my boyfriend…””Just text him from the taxi. He did not seem too bothered about spending time with you,” to which I grudgingly agree.At her place, we sat down on a sofa. Sam brought over a bottle of red wine and we started drinking it, while she put some pop music on. After some small talk and wine, I felt more relaxed.”You know, Nessa, you are so cute and sweet. So feminine. Just the kind of girl I like…””Well, thanks, but I already told you how I feel…””Let me finish Nessa. I don’t simply like you physically. I like everything about you. And not just for a one night stand. You are my kinda girl and I want to make you mine forever!””Look, I-” but I could bedava bahis not finish my sentence. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed my lips towards her, while her spare hand landed on my breasts and started squeezing them hard. I let out a yelp and she took advantage of that by sliding her tongue in my mouth. I tried to struggle but she was much stronger than me and my muffled protests were drowned by her tongue expertly dancing with my own and exploring my mouth. No man had ever kissed or touched me like that and I started getting very aroused.Sam noticed that and let go of the back of my head. She then began using both her hands to explore my body. First by cupping and squeezing my breasts underneath my shirt, then by sliding one hand over my belly and then underneath my miniskirt, rubbing my pussy lips and clit.Suddenly she threw me with my back on the sofa and laid on top of me, staring me straight into the eyes.”You are really turning me on, little minx. Just my type, so sweet and submissive!” and after saying that she ripped open my shirt and aggressively removed my bra, exposing my breasts to the air.”Mmm! Look at them! So firm and perky! Just how I like them!”She then proceeded to rub and squeeze my breasts. After a while, she pinched my nipples with her fingers and then pulled them hard towards her, causing me to let out a gasp of pain and pleasure.”Mmm! You like it rough, don’t you, little girl? Let me show you what I can do…”She then placed her mouth on my right nipple and began to suck really hard on it, taking in as much of my breast as she could, while her other hand kept twisting, pinching and pulling my left nipple. Her suction was relentless and forceful and I could see my breast turning red from her attentions. No man had ever played with my breasts like that and I was getting really turned on. Sensing this, she then bit my nipple and pulled it with her teeth, causing me to squirm in intense pleasure. Her tongue then traced its way down to my belly button, while her hands cupped and squeezed my breasts. After pausing to lick my belly button for a few minutes, she then deneme bonusu undid my skirt and removed my panties, exposing my pussy. She then immediately lunged at my clit with her tongue, deftly and expertly licking it before putting it in her mouth and sucking hard on it, causing me to come several times.After a few orgasms, she sat on the sofa and ordered me to sit between her legs with my back turned to her. She then sucked her right hand middle and index fingers and subsequently inserted them in my pussy. When they were all in, she began to pump in and out. Slowly at first, but gradually increasing in pace until she was pumping them furiously in and out of my pussy. She knew where and how to touch me though and every single one of her hand movements caused me to squirm in delight. I was soon in the throes of another orgasm, but rather than stopping, she picked up the pace even more and kept pumping into me relentlessly, making me come several times more. After more than half an hour, she finally stopped her assault, cupped my breasts from behind and said in my ear, “You liked it, didn’t you? Tell me, did you ever come like this with a man before?””N-no, I never did…” I replied exhaustedly.”And this is nothing…I have so much more to show you…” and as she said so she squeezed my breasts hard before continuing.”I want you to belong to me forever, Nessa. I want to fuck you so hard every day and drive you crazy with pleasure. No man can compete with me and you know that. Be mine Nessa!””I-“, but she cut me off by pulling my nipples and then biting my neck and leaving a red mark on it.”I marked you Nessa. You belong to me now. You will be my girlfriend and move in with me. We will have so much fun together!” and before I could say anything she put her lips on mines and gave me a slow, deep and long kiss that sent me in a haze of passion.After 5 minutes, she broke the kiss and said, “That’s it. Forget all those selfish men. Let me take care of you.”All I could do is smile in a blissful haze.”That’s a good girl. Tomorrow we will go shopping together. I wanna buy you some new clothes that you will wear just for me. And I will get you a tattoo with my name on it, so that everyone knows you belong to me. Oh, I’m so looking forward to showing you off to all my lesbian friends!” and in saying so she led me to her bed, where she cuddled me to sleep and into the first day of my new life.

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Robyn’s heart was racing and her breathing was short and shallow.

Seven took my blouse off and unhooked my bra letting it drop over my shoulders.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I panted.

She pushed me back against the wall and said, “Resistance is futile.”

Seven pulled the zipper down on my jeans letting them drop to the floor leaving me standing there in my panties.

Pulling my panties down she pushed me back on the bed burying her face between my legs.

“Yes, yes…please don’t stop.” Seven had her arms wrapped around my legs trying to stop my gyrations while she sucked on my clit. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming.”

Robyn woke as she climaxed. She was breathless and drenched in sweat. Reaching down between her legs she felt her swollen clit underneath the soaked panties. It was the second wet dream this week.

As she lay in bed enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm Robyn thought of Seven of Nine, the Borg character from Star Trek Voyager. Ever since she started binge watching Voyager on Netflix all she could think of was Seven’s thong. Her body suit was so tight the thong was clearly visible.

Back to reality…

Robyn was pulling weeds when she saw Lisa walking by with her babies.

“Lisa,” Robyn called. “I’ve got to get out of this dirt. Can you wait a minute while I put my sneakers on and walk with you?”

Lisa was in her early twenties and a stay at home mom with six month old twin baby boys.

As Lisa and Robyn walked around the neighborhood it didn’t take long before Lisa starting telling Robyn about her marital problems.

“He hasn’t fucked me in nearly a year,” izmir escort bayan she said. Tears were running down her cheeks. “He won’t even go down on me.” Lisa was letting out nearly a year’s worth of sexual frustration. “As soon as I told him I was pregnant it was total hands off. Even now, six months after our twins were born he still won’t touch me.”

Robyn sympathized and told her to drop by this afternoon for happy hour.

“Billy’s sister, Jenn, is coming this afternoon for happy hour in the hot tub. Stop by and have a glass of wine. We usually talk raunchy sex for an hour or so.”

“Okay,” Lisa said.

That afternoon Lisa was wearing a one piece swim suit. She put he baby stroller in the shade and settled into the hot tub.

Her suit looked great on her but Jenn and I were naked so after a glass of wine Lisa stood up and took her swim suit off revealing a trim fit body with a jet black bush. Her breasts would have been perky but were swollen with milk.

Jenn looked at Lisa and said, “Your husband is an idiot. Get up on the edge of the hot tub and spread your legs. I’ll take care of you right now!” Lisa turned 50 shades of red.

After an hour or so the twin boys started to stir in their baby carriage. Lisa said, “I need to take the boys home for their afternoon feeding.”

“Stay here and feed them. We’ll hold one while you feed the other.”

Lisa sat on the edge of the hot tub holding one of her boys up to her breast while Jenn and Robyn cooed over the other baby. There is nothing sexier than a naked woman breast feeding.

In the morning Lisa asked Robyn to go with her to the doctor escort izmir for her baby checkup. She was wearing loose linen shorts and her white panties were visible every time she crossed her legs.

Robyn casually rested her hand on Lisa’s leg just an inch or so from the loose leg opening and said, “These are beautiful shorts.”

“Thank you,” she replied. “My husband used to get turned on when I wore them because it was easy for him to slide his hand up the leg, but now he doesn’t even seem to notice.”

“Like this?” Robyn moved her hand higher until she was touching Lisa’s panties.

Lisa didn’t move. Robyn thought about masturbating Lisa right there in the car on the way to the doctor’s office, but thought better of it. She didn’t want to crash the car.

“Please, just a little higher,” Lisa begged. She pulled Robyn’s hand up tight against her pussy and pulled the car over to the side of the road setting the emergency brake.

Robyn massaged Lisa’s clitoris right through her panties until she came in a massive orgasm.

Lisa sighed, “I haven’t cum like that in over a year.”

“Don’t you masturbate?”

“Yes, but it isn’t the same as having someone else do it for you.”

On Thursday, Robyn, Jenn and Lisa were sitting in the hot tub enjoying a gin and tonic. Jenn was on a rant. “I hate the fucking Boys Club at work. I sit in the locker room and hear all this trash talk and wonder why it’s okay for them to say ‘suck my dick’ but it’s not okay for me to say ‘suck my clit’?”

Robyn looked at Jenn and said, “You can ask me to suck your clit anytime you want.”

“Me too,” Lisa said.

Jenn jumped up on the edge of the hot tub and spread her legs. She pulled her labia apart exposing her clitoris and said, “suck my clit.”

Billy came home just then and saw three naked women in his hot tub. “Nice pose, Jenn. Mind if I join you?”

We nodded and he dropped his pants letting his cock spring free.

Lisa and Robyn had talked about asking Billy to fuck her. As Billy settled down in the hot tub Robyn said, “Lisa hasn’t been fucked in over a year.”

Billy looked at Lisa and said, “Your husband must have rocks for brains.”

Lisa was little bit embarrassed but said, “I’m married, but if my husband won’t fuck me I’m going to find someone who will.”

They were on their third gin and tonic so it didn’t surprise anyone when Lisa stood up, went over to Billy and straddled him sinking her pussy down on his hard cock.

Lisa’s eyes glazed over as Robyn and Lisa watched her slowly fuck Billy. Her movements sped up as she slammed her pussy down on Billy’s cock trying to force it further and further into her warm pussy.

Wrapping her arms around Billy she stopped moving as her orgasm washed over her. She stayed planted on Billy’s cock for several minutes slowly rocking her clitoris back and forth on his pubic bone.

One of Lisa’s babies started fussing. “He must be hungry,” Lisa said, climbing out of the hot tub to feed him. When she returned her nipples were red and swollen.

Robyn couldn’t resist asking Lisa, “Can I see what your breast milk tastes like?”

“My husband won’t suck on my breasts, so go for it,” Lisa replied.

Robyn moved over next to Lisa and gently took one of her swollen nipples between her lips and sucked. Her breast milk was warm and sweet. Slowly she moved her hand down to Lisa’s pussy and found her clit.

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WARNING: This story involves a middle aged wife questioning her life and she lets go of all social and marriage norms. There are scenes of graphic sex including domination, lesbian sexual oral and anal; then domination of her husband and patriarchal incest. If that is not what you are looking for DON’T READ ON! All sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults over eighteen years old.

Really! Don’t eat my chocolate cake and then add a sixteen line comment about how you don’t like chocolate and you are gluten intolerant. This woman is not your mother, sister or the church organist; not unless they are getting the greatest dick they ever had. Don’t tell me that wives don’t talk and act like Lauren. This story is an erotic sexual fantasy that pushes out the envelope of social norms. Fair warning! Stop reading; turn back or sit back and enjoy! ZDE.

My name is Lauren. I’m middle aged and quite beautiful if I must say. I have long auburn hair, full breasts and a nice ass. I get the hungry looks when walking the mall and know those men would fuck me in the bathroom or spread across the hood of a car in the mall parking garage. There were times I thought about dropping my soaking wet panties and letting them use me for their pleasure.

What have unnerved me are the looks I get from women! I drip into my panties wondering what being taken by a female would be like. My husband won’t eat my pussy so I know those females would drink my juices as I wet myself. I wonder if I’d be brave enough to pleasure a woman. Damn I wonder where these naughty thoughts are coming from.

But I have a wonderful, caring husband, Will, and two daughters aged five and three. My husband made me recently wean the youngest off my breast milk. I miss the intimacy and the pleasure I received from my nipples being sucked. Yes I got much pleasure from having my breasts held with those tiny hands and having my nipples sucked. My panties always got soaked!

My husband is a caring but a too often just a plain vanilla lover. He always makes me cum manually multiple times before he takes his pleasure. We met at university completing our MBA. He was so handsome and sexy I gave him my body quickly. He knelt between my wide open legs and laid his nice firm thick cock between my wet auburn haired pussy lips. He moved his cock slowly through my dripping blood filled pussy lips riding his fat cockhead across my swollen clit until I was breathing heavily. He would pull on my firm large breasts sometimes biting my flesh and my hard nipples.

I would groan deeply as if giving him a signal. He would fill my wet dripping pussy with his thick cock then rub my clit vigorously until my pussy clamped down on his long shaft. He has a way of using his knuckles across my sensitive clit and I cum like crazy soaking the bed. After making me cum several times he would bend my thighs up by my breasts and ram his cock rapidly in and out my cunt until I came again then he would fill my hungry pussy with pulse after pulse of his hot thick cum.

Will would ride my pussy giving me aftershocks as I felt his cock swell and pulse as he shot the last of his cum deep into the depths of my pussy. When he wants me to own my pleasure he sits me on his waist his hard cock pushed between my hot wet pussy lips and his abs. He grips my ass and hips and makes me ride his cock like a jockey. His thick cockhead rubs my clit as he slides his length between my thick pussy lips. My cum pours out of my pussy soaking the two of us as I tremble in my climax.

As my strength weakens my pussy rubs even harder along his thick hard cock. My swollen clit explodes in pleasure as I fall my full tits upon his warm chest. Sometimes my milk would coat his strong chest making me cum again from my nipples being rubbed. He rides his cock across my sensitive clit until I cum several times. His strong arms hold me down on his cock until I am fully spent. I feel him slide me until his fat cockhead finds the entrance to my pussy and with one thrust he fills my hot grotto with thick long cock. Oh fuck, I cum again!

Will then thrusts his long thick cock rapidly up inside my dripping convulsing pussy until he swells and fires his hot thick salvoes of cum deep up against my womb. Oh fuck I do cum so hard soaking us both and the bedding under us. He often lets me fall asleep my pussy filled with his hard cock and thick cum.

He gives me great pleasure each time I seek his closeness but that is the extent of his merging with my body. The one time I wanted to suck his cock clean after sex he told me ‘no’ and pulled me back up onto this chest. He also never moved to go down on me. He gives me such powerful orgasms that I gave up on oral sex for both of us.

When the girls were born and I was breastfeeding he made my breasts off limits to him. He no longer gripped my milk filled breasts nor pulled on my nipples as I came off his knuckles. I’ve heard this happens often with men and breastfeeding partners. But mersin escort oh how I wanted him to maul my breasts as before the girls were born. I desired to have my breasts bit and my nipples sucked and pulled but that stopped too. Will still makes me cum like crazy but with the two young daughters underfoot our sex has become more infrequent and reserved. I guess that happens to married couples with children but my internal fire still burns for deep thrusting wild soaking wet climax causing sex.

I work from home as an investment advisor and manage to pull down low six figures of income. Will is rising the corporate ladder making a high six figure income. Our manor house is paid off and we live smartly. As it turns out one of my grateful clients gave me a paid in full Caribbean cruise. Will could not get off so his mom and dad were willing to visit so I could make use of the cruise. As he dropped me off he laughed and told me to discourage the men that would line up wanting to get me alone and enjoy my MILF body. I told him he would always be the only man I let between my legs and deep inside my hungry pussy. He hugged me tightly, kissed me deeply then swatted my ass when I turned to go up the ramp.

The room was spacious with an outside balcony. I set up the room and emptied my suitcase and spread out my toiletries in the bathroom. The walk-in shower was spacious, fitting two easily and had a rain-fall shower head. Dinner was in a few hours so I sat out on the balcony enjoying the first time in a long time I had no responsibilities. The ship pulled out onto smooth seas and rocked me into a short nap. The ship’s bell for the safety protocols woke me and I went through the training. I returned to my room and changed into cruise casual clothes.

Dinner was open ended casual and I chose the room set up like a Parisian café. French themed food was on the menu and I enjoyed a quiet, kids free dinner. I had a free bar tab so I had glasses of good French wine and a cappuccino to finish off a great meal. I sat there very content with my eyes closed enjoying my first night. Then I felt it.

Women have a sixth sense and can tell when they are being scoped out and that was what I felt. I slowly opened my eyes and tried to discover my admirer. All I could see were couples with the men focused on their partner. It was difficult to pin-point were the feelings were coming from.

Suddenly they grew stronger and my body felt warm all over as if I was bathed in a warm flush and I leaked into my panties. I scanned the room and the feeling locked onto a woman sitting by herself. The longer I looked the warmer my body became. She was older than I with long black hair and her firm full breasts showed through a silky blouse. I could easily see the dark circles of her aureoles and hard pointed nipples. I looked at her face and my amber eyes looked onto her deep penetrating blue eyes.

She smiled holding me in her gaze and my breast became hot and leaked my milk into my bra cup. It had been months since I last nursed my daughter but my warm milk was soaking my bra. She pointed a finger at me and moved it about and I was undone. My pussy let loose with its hot juices and I soaked the gusset of my panties. Her finger circled again and my clit exploded with pleasure. I had to grip the table as my body trembled in a strong climax, stronger than my husband ever caused with me. I closed my eyes and trembled through another climax then the strong feelings disappeared. When I opened my eyes she was gone!

On weak trembling legs I made it back to my room. I could feel my pussy juices dripping down my inner thighs and my soaked panties caressing my auburn lips. I got to my room and quickly started stripping off my deeply scented clothes. My bra was soaked with warm milk as I unclipped it and dropped it to the floor. I grabbed my tit and brought my nipple to my lips and sucked hard. Warm milk flowed across my tongue from both nipples. I squeezed each tit and bit each nipple feeling more pussy juices run down between my legs.

I pushed my soaked panties down my thighs and brought them to my lips. I sucked the gusset drinking my own pussy juices. I loved my scent and taste! I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a towel and tossed it upon the bed. I centered my ass on the towel and quickly brought my fingers to my wet labia. I spread my wet blood filled pussy lips and caressed my swollen pleasure knot. I came so quickly! I came so strongly pussy juices pulsed from my open lips and shot in an arc to soak the bottom of the towel.

I have Never sprayed during all of the great sex I had with my husband. I put my panties over my pussy and rubbed my clit again. I sprayed again soaking those panties. I brought them to my mouth and sucked my strong cum into my mouth. I pushed them deep into my mouth like a gag and rubbed myself into a body trembling climax. My two slender fingers found the entrance to my pussy and I shoved them in deep. That wasn’t enough so mersin escort bayan a third finger was shoved in and out my soaking pussy. I came so hard once again.

It was as if I had no control as my other hand found its way between my firm full ass cheeks. My fuck finger found the roundness of my dark lips. I was so wet down there my finger easily slid between my round dark lips and entered my ass. I pushed down and my finger slid deep into my darkness. I wanted more! A second finger joined the first and the fingers now in my ass matched the fingers deep in my pussy and fucked away at my two pleasure holes. I screamed into my panties gag as I fucking crashed through a powerful climax.

I soaked my fingers making it easier to thrust into my cunt and ass as I drove myself to another crashing climax. I groaned and fainted totally spent. When I awoke my room was dark. I pushed my panties out of my mouth using my tongue. I realized my fingers were still deep in my pussy and up my ass. I moaned when my fingers slid out of my ass and out of my wet pussy. I trembled when my ass was empty and I circled my back lips with my finger tips. Why did I find such pleasure with my ass?

It took all my strength to roll out of bed and walk into the shower. I turned the temperature to as hot as I could stand and let the rain wash away my cum and body soaked pussy juices. I groaned and put my forehead against the shower stall when my soapy fingers trailed across my asshole. Saints preserve me but I pushed two soapy fingers up into my ass and moved them in and out. My other fingers filled my dripping pussy and I brought myself to a crashing climax. I lost my strength and slowly slipped to the floor of the shower. I sat there in the warm cascading water unable to move.

I heard my door open and a slender arm reached into the shower and turned off the water. The black haired women helped me stand and toweled me dry. She led me to my bedside and took the soaking wet towel away and pulled back the covers. She tenderly slid me into bed and covered my naked body with the warm covers. She pushed my hair aside and leaned down and kissed my deeply. With what strength I had left I kissed her back. I could feel my pussy getting moist as I moaned into a deeper kiss.

“Soon my princess, soon. Get your rest and enjoy your sweet dreams.” Then she kissed me deeply again and turning off my lights left my room.

I had wild dreams the night through of this woman taking me to heights of unnatural pleasure. I never had desires for another woman but in my dreams we gave each other pleasure, unnatural pleasures with me exploring her body and giving mine to her every wish. When I awoke in the morning my bed and covers were soaked with my pussy juices and leaking milk. While lying in that warmth I took each of my nipples between my lips and drained each breast of whatever milk I was now producing. My body trembled with pleasure when I bit my hard leaking nipples.

I forced myself out of bed taking a safe shower where I chastised myself to keep my fingers away from the pleasure areas I felt yesterday. The ship was docked at their private island so I slipped into my bikini that I had packed for the trip. Even after two daughters I had a great body for my age. I threw a fish-net top over me and went on deck for the breakfast buffet. Of course I looked for the exotic woman but did not see or feel her. I ate like a starving person trying to get my energy back. I packed two water bottles and took the runner boat to the beach wharf. I walked the beach and found a secluded area and spread out my beach mat. I must have dozed but stirred when I felt her presence.

“Princess, you are too pale to lie out in the Caribbean sun without protection.”

I didn’t know if this was a clothing optional beach but I saw that this female was fully naked. I ran my eyes slowly up her body and saw nice firm thighs that left an opening under her crotch. She had a mixture of short black and gray curly hair in a triangle above her hairless pussy lips. Looking further up she had a tummy with a little bit of poof — not a muffin top — just a little bit of pillow. Up further were a cute set of avocado sized breasts with large dark aureoles with two firm nipples poking out. I finally looked at her face and saw firm lips, white teeth and those penetrating hypnotic blue eyes that drew you in.

She had a full smile and finally spoke, “Bonjour, how are you, my name is Claire.” Her French accent was not thick but very sing-song. “I saw you at the restaurant yesterday and last night you called to me and I rescued you from your shower. I think you did very naughty things to yourself last night, naughty things you never experienced before. You were very brave. It’s nice that you took your time just now and looked me over and appreciated what you saw.”

“I think you need some sunblock on your pale skin or you will burn and ruin your little adventure,” Claire laughed, dropped her stuff, dropped escort mersin to her knees and sat back on her haunches. She left her legs wide open and did not seem to mind when I checked out the moist lips and the pinkness hiding between them. I could not tell if her pussy lips were wet from the ocean, sweat from the heat or from her own heat warming her insides.

She told me to roll onto my tummy then sat on the back of my thighs. She untied my bra then lathered my back with sunblock. She hummed as she worked the salve into my flesh running her hands on the sides of my breasts. Claire moved to the side and covered the back of my legs and caressed my feet with the lotion. When she went up between my inner thighs she pushed them open and casually ran her fingers over the gusset of my bikini bottoms. She heard me moan and felt me push up against her fingers. She laughed and slapped my ass and told me to roll over.

She sat so our two mons were lined up. She removed my top and lathered my full breasts covering my hard nipples with the sunblock. While she coated my neck and shoulders our mons rubbed against each other. I could not control that my clit stiffened and rose up to rub against her naked pussy. I didn’t know if it was Claire or I that got my gusset wet. She moved aside and coated my legs moving ever upwards on my inner thighs.

I willingly opened my thighs and her fingers teased my swollen dripping pussy lips. I closed my eyes and moaned when her fingers slipped under my bikini bottom hem and caressed my swollen pleasure knot. I felt her lips on one hard nipple and realized she was nursing my milk. When she had emptied that breast she moved to the other bare nipple and emptied that breast. She pinched my clit and my body trembled as I soaked her fingers with my hot cum. I could hear and feel my pussy juices spraying against her fingers and the gusset of my bottoms.

I then felt nothing and realized Claire had spread out her mat and was lying naked beside me. I wanted to roll over and kiss every part of her body. I lay there in painful frustration as I heard Claire laugh lightly. I dozed from my sexual excess and the warm Caribbean sun. I awoke when the transfer boat horn rang out. I realized my breasts were covered with my top but Claire was gone.

I tied my top on and covered up and worked my way to the dock. The boat returned the last of us to the cruise ship. I walked to my room wondering if all that on the beach really happened or was it a dream. Was Claire a dream? I showered the lotion and sand off my body quivering when my fingers ran across my hard nipples and moist pussy lips. I fought my desire for this new pleasure and washed, dried off and dressed for dinner.

I walked through the various dinner locales but did not see her. I returned to the tiny French café and had a rich dinner and several glasses of fine French wine. I had a bit of a buzz when I walked back towards my room. I stopped one of the stewards and told him I needed to return something to Claire but forgot her room number. I begged him for her room number even giving him a soft kiss on his lips as my hand lightly grazed over his crotch. I could feel his cock twitch. He gave in and I laughed my thanks and walked to her room. I knocked on her door and it opened shortly.

“What do you want Lauren?”

“I want to give myself to you!” I said too enthusiastically from my wine buzz.

“Are you prepared to do as you are told and do everything I wish to do to your body? And that you will deny me nothing?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes what?” she pressed. “Yes, Mistress!” I emphasized.

“Did you pack a sheer blouse?” “Yes, Mistress.” “Did you pack a short summer skirt?” “Yes, Mistress.”

“Return to your room and dress with no bra under your sheer blouse. Dress into your short skirt with no panties. Return to my room dressed as you have been told and I shall own you for the balance of this night. If you do not return do not expect me to even acknowledge your existence. Now go and obey!”

I am a well educated middle aged woman with two young daughters and a handsome faithful husband but I turned and walked to my room my pussy juices dripping into my panties. I got into my room and stripped naked and squeezed my breasts roughly and ran my fingers through my dripping pussy lips. I slipped on my sheer blouse and short summer skirt and looked in the door mirror. I could easily see the dark large circle of my aureoles and my hard nipples against the soft fabric. Between my thighs I could see the darkness of my curly auburn pussy hair. I had to take deep calming breaths to even be able to walk out of my room and knock on Claire’s door.

The door opened and Claire gave me one last chance to leave to my normal safe life. I told her “No, Mistress!”

She grabbed my long auburn hair and pulled me into her room. She pinched both my hard nipples and lifted my skirt and ran her fingers through my wet pussy lips. I stood still letting my Mistress do as she wished to me. She turned and opened a drawer and put a collar around my neck. She ordered me to unbutton my blouse then placed nipple clamps on my hard nipples then attached the other ends to the small ring on my collar.

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Taken by surpriseThis is inspired by Justanybody32. I hope you enjoy it.I come up behind her and cup her tits in my hands as I kiss her neck. She can’t have any idea who I am but she’s horny and doesn’t careI tear at the top, rip it open down the back and pull it off her, still kissing and biting at her neck as I go. As I free her tits from the top I pinch the nipples, making her gasp.I push her forwards so she is slightly bent, running a hand over her firm arse.I feel at her crotch through her pants and can feel the heat. All the while I still pinch a nipple with the other hand.I use her nipple to pull her slightly further forward. As she bends her arse pushes back and rubs against my stiff cock. The heat from her crotch is building, I cant tell yet if she’s wet but she is so very hot. I can feel her heat against me.I pull my hand around to the back of her pants. Still pinching her nipple with the other hand. I slowly pull her pants down just far enough to reveal her arse cheeks.Between the pressure on her nipple and the cool air on her arse, she lets out a soft moan of pleasure.She arches her back pushing her arse out further, the bulge in my pants pressing in between the tight cheeks. I reach down between her legs. She has on a thong and the gusset is soaking wet.I pull it to one side and slip a finger into her hot wet cunt, feeling the juices running down and over my hand. She pulls away, and then immediately backs up on to it. She’s trying to get herself offI pull my hand away, she’s going too fast. I pinch harder on the nipple and deliver a single slap on the arse, reddening the cheek and leaving a thin film of her pussy juice From my wet hand.She groans loudly.I push her firmly forward. She’s now fully bent over the rail.I roughly pull her pants bonus veren siteler down past her knees. Her thong snaps with the force and falls down just one leg.I take an arse cheek in each hand and open her up to me. I see her asshole and her wet cunt gaping open.I drop to my knees behind her.My tongue probes hungrily into her arse while I slip a finger into her tight cunt, my thumb running circles around her throbbing clitHer moans and groans that were soft at first are building in both volume and intensity The muscles in her tight cunt are gripping my finger like a vice. Its only the wetness of her pussy that allows my to keep pushing it in and out, keeping a steady rhythm.I move my mouth from her arse to her cunt. I want to taste the delicious juices.Her pussy is so hot and sweet.I feel her juices spread over my face as I frantically eat her. Her groans are building in tempo.I rub hard on her clit as I delve my greedy tongue in and out of her wet cunt.Her legs shake a little as she reaches her summit. Her orgasm is intense, and she is a squirter, covering my face in her delicious juices.She’s panting heavily as I turn her around. Her legs won’t hold her up but that’s ok. I want her on her knees.I pull my cock out of my pants and as she drops, panting like a dog, to her knees in front of me I jam the full length into her mouth.She’s taken by surprise and gags on my cock, drooling. I start to fuck her face in a steady rhythm.grabbing her soft dark hair.As the surprise wears off she proves she is a talented cock sucker, taking the whole length and twirling her tongue along the shaft and around the head. I grab her hair to keep her in place.She has me so turned on, my cock harder than it has ever been before.I get close bedava bahis to cumming but not yet. I want all of her.I get her on to her back and completely remove her pants, spreading her legs wide and exposing her swollen wet cunt to me. I kneel between her legs and aim the head of my cock at her tight hole, the thin landing strip of pubic hair guiding my way in to her.Her hole is so tight but her juices are slick. I pull her legs over my shoulders and drive my hard cock as deep into her as I possibly can.She is hungry for cock and she arches herself to drive her pussy up to meet every thrust of my cock. There’s no quiet moaning now. She is screaming in a mix of pleasure and pain. Her tight cunt being stretched to its limits as my cock ploughs into her relentlesslyWith each thrust she shouts over and over “fuck me harder, fuck me harder, fuck me harder”Her pretty face is flushed red, the cute little smile still on her face through the passion and the pain.She becomes more assertive, pushing me over and landing on top of me. My cock never leaves her cunt. She gripped on and kept it in her.Now she’s riding me. Grinding her cunt on my cock, forcing her pelvis agaist mine so her clit gets plenty of stimulation.Her cunt is getting tighter rather than looser despite the workout its getting.She scratches at my chest as she grinds her cunt on my cock, she is growing wilder and wilder. She’s shouting out, but now incoherent, lust filled grunts. Ive never felt such a tight or wet pussy.Before too long her head tilts back and she lets out a long gutteral cry as she orgasms again. Her entire body shakes as she squirts over my cock, still buried deep within her.With that, I get to my feet. I’m not finished with this hot little slut yet.I pick deneme bonusu her up and bend her back over the railing, her ass pointing straight at me. She’s practically folded over it, her feet off the ground, her body still convulsing from her orgasm.I jam my fingers into her still tight cunt, coating them in her juices and then spread the juices around her arsehole.I slowly use the juices as lube, easing first one then a second and finally three fingers into the tight hole. She’s groaning, pleading with me.My cock is coated in her slick juices from her orgasm. Lubed ready for this, her tightest hole.I push my cock head slowly in. There is so much resistance, her arse is so very tight.Inch by inch i push. She is going to get it all.Once i am fully in, I pull back so only the head is in her. Then I thrust in my entire cock in one move. Her scream is deafening.I just keep thrusting, her tight arse crushing my hard cock with each stroke. Nothing in the world could ever have been so tight.As I thrust into her helpless arse I reach around and rub her clit too. Her screams are mixed with groans of pleasure. She is starting to really get into this.I thrust harder and harder. The rail she is bent over is shaking with the force I am imparting each time I drive my hard cock into her.She’s groaning, screaming, sobbing, her pussy dripping juices as my cock thrusts into her over and over.She squirts once more as yet another orgasm overcomes her. I hear her fluids falling to the ground like rain but just pull her head back by the hair so I can get even deeper in to her.I’m getting so close, but I don’t want to cum in her arse.I pull her back off the rail and lay her on the floor. I take my hard cock in my hand and straddle her chest, my cock pointing to her beautiful face.With a roar I unload. I spray my cum all over her face, rubbing the head of my cock over her face to spread the cum everywhere. I save the last spray for her hot lips. I bend over and kiss her. I probe her mouth with my tongue, driving my cum into her with it.

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Jade found Jodie’s pussy amazingly, overwhelmingly succulent and delicious. It had been a long time — much too long — since she’d tasted such a sweet young thing. The more she got, the more she wanted. After a few minutes of tongue-stuffing she rolled Jodie over and practically jumped on top, sinking her crotch onto Jodie’s face as she hunkered down between Jodie’s legs for further feasting.

When she finally came up for air, Jade found Alexis White standing over her, strap-on dangling insouciantly. Miss White had not intended to get involved, but suddenly she saw so many holes that needing filling. What was a girl to do?

Jade shrugged and decided to go with it, running her tongue up the length of the formidable shaft. Before long she was being plowed from behind as she resumed devouring Jodie’s creamy little snatch.

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Hana had never cared Phoenix, and she liked it even less now. The band had sounded fantastic, she thought — Dahlia blended right in — but the club was less than half full and the people who were there didn’t seem to appreciate what they were doing. As soon as the show was over she wanted to put Phoenix in her rear-view mirror; and since Las Vegas was less than five hours away, she managed to convince Jenny and Dahlia to make the drive that night. Donna and Haley would follow with the van in the morning.

They arrived in the wee hours and though Vegas was quieter than usual, it was still a pretty exciting place to be. They got a hotel room but were too wired to sleep, so they went downstairs to the casino, had a couple drinks, and played a few hands of blackjack at the cheapest table they could find. Then they went upstairs and fucked their brains out till dawn.

* * *

Late that morning Kristin finally got the opportunity she had been waiting for. Her father and Carl Santini had left early to drive to a football game, and her mother was in the kitchen baking. When Nicola texted to ask if she was going to yoga class, Kristin begged off, saying that she wanted to help her mom. But that was not what mersin escort she had in mind.

Instead, she sat looking out the window until she saw Nicola leave her house and start walking toward the yoga studio. Then she tiptoed downstairs, pulled on an overcoat over her naked body, and slipped quietly out the front door.

At the Santinis’ Lina answered Kristin’s knock still in her bathrobe. “Morning,” she said. “What can I do for you?”

Kristin’s answer was to unbutton her coat and let it fall open to reveal her boobs and bush. “Oh good God,” said Lina, pulling Kristin inside.

Kristin immediately moved in for a kiss but Lina held her back. “We have to stop doing this,” she said.

“Why?” pouted Kristin.

“Your mother’s my best friend. It’s not right. My daughter is a more appropriate, um, playmate for you.”

Kristin frowned, looking for the moment like a spoiled, sullen teenager. “But I’m all wet for you.”

Lina sighed and took a moment to consider.

* * *

Yoga always made Nicola horny, and she’d gotten especially worked up this time. The class that day had been taught by her favorite teacher, a statuesque redhead, who was wearing yoga pants so sheer that Nicola swore she could see the copper pubes underneath. On her way home she decided to stop by the Thompsons’ and see if Kristin might be up for a little early afternoon romp.

Carol Thompson came to the door looking fetchingly domestic in an apron, hands covered with flour, hair charmingly disheveled. She was under the impression that Kristin was in her room, but when Nicola went upstairs no one was there. So Nicola went down to the kitchen, where she was invited her to sit and have a cup of tea as Carol worked.

Sipping her tea, Nicola found her eyes drawn to the way Carol’s ass wiggled in her jeans as she rolled a pie crust. They had been chatting for a few minutes when Carol felt arms wrapping around her from behind, and then Nicola’s breasts pressing against her back.

“What are you doing?” asked Carol.

“That was fun the mersin escort bayan other day,” Nicola purred into her ear.

“That was a mistake.”

“It was the good kind of mistake,” said Nicola as her hands slid upward to cup the older woman’s tits. “I’d like to make that mistake again.”

“Kristin could walk in at any moment.” Despite her protestations, Carol felt her nipples stiffening and her pussy slickening. Was this a case, she wondered, of it being better to regret something you have done than something you haven’t?

* * *

Miss White had woken up that morning feeling suddenly very homesick for Bowmore and Alpha Beta Delta. She’d decided that they would enjoy New Year’s Eve, take the next day to recuperate, then start heading back on the 2nd.

Jodie was still sleeping and Miss White elected to let her rest as long as she wanted. Between the tete-a-tete with Jade and servicing Miss White afterward, her tongue had gotten quite a workout the night before. And they had a long day ahead of them.

After having coffee Miss White decided to go downstairs and work out. She’d been neglecting her exercise during this trip, and eating extremely well, and so was feeling a little heavy and sluggush.

The hotel’s gym was spacious and well-appointed, and almost immediately after stepping onto a treadmill Miss White started to feel better. There was only one other person there, a young African-American woman who was lifting weights at the other end of the gym. She was facing the other way so Miss White was able to study her at leisure. She had long, lean, strong legs and her bare midriff was taut and tapered, a gorgeous chocolate brown. Her shoulders and biceps were muscular but still enticingly female.

Miss White pictured herself chatting up this enchanting creature, then inviting her to their room. Jodie, still yawning, would find herself being lifted bodily and flipped upside down, her face hanging down between the black girl’s legs as a thick tongue forced its way inside her. And from there….

But when escort mersin Miss White looked back again the woman was gone. She sighed and redoubled her workout.

Jodie was just stirring when Miss White returned to the room. They went downstairs for brunch, then got massages and spent the rest of the afternoon by the pool, Jodie swimming and Miss White reading. As the sun was going down, casting the indoor pool into reddish shadow, they went back to their room and showered and dressed for the evening.

* * *

As the clock ticked off the hours till midnight, Carol Thompson and Lina Santini were enjoying a bottle of Pinot Grigio together at the Thompson house. Their husbands wouldn’t be back from the football game for at least an hour yet and their daughters were off God knows where; it was the first chance they’d had in a while to spend time alone together.

Two glasses in, Lina decided it would be a good idea to clear her conscience before the beginning of the new year. “There’s something I have to tell you,” she said to her longtime friend and lover.

Hearing the serious note in Lina’s voice, Carol nodded and sat down her glass of wine. “Ok, shoot.”

“Well, Kristin and I, we might have, um… committed an indiscretion.” She dutifully explained what had happened and how.

Lina was surprised at Carol’s reaction, which was to giggle. “Actually,” she said, “I have something to tell you as well.”

After polishing off the bottle, they retired to the bedroom and by way of atonement engaged in a round of mutual spankings. Then they had the best sex they’d had in ages. Half a dozen orgasms later, it was all they could do to get out of bed before their husbands were due home.

At the same time Kristin and Nicola, having smoked a joint liberated from Kristin’s parents, were in Nicola’s bedroom 69ing furiously. They rolled over and over as if contesting for dominance, but finally Kristin ended up on top, sinking all her weight onto Nicola’s face as she sat up momentarily and took a deep breath. Kristin imagined Jenny suddenly appearing at the door, shedding clothes as she came to join them, and smiled.

Well, they’d be together again soon enough. Right now Nicola’s glistening pink slit was begging for her attention, so she bent down to give it some.

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Married and divorced virginsI was in my mid 30’s, recently divorced, k**s, the whole catastrophe. I was spending a lot time jerking off to porn online and as we all know, over time it took more kink to keep me excited. There were the dating sites and the seemingly infinite dates to find the occasional hot babe to fuck. The fact was, after a painful divorce I was terrified of becoming serious with anyone. A few months would pass, the girl of the moment would start getting serious and out the door I went.  Back to the porn sites that would quickly become boring as hell. One day I found craigslist and started writing women. It was mostly nonsense. It seemed at that time all the posts were fake. Then one day while in the midst of a long edging session I started looking at the M4M cock pics. I had been curious for a while but never allowed myself to indulge. It was a line I didn’t want to cross.  Across the line I went. I started responding to posts M4M posts. I soon found that they were mostly real and I started having internet sex with guys. Emailing stories, pics and fantasies while edging. It was all new and hot again. Then there was the guilt and shame. Fuck! The shame was, well, everyone knows what shame feels like. And for sure, that made it even hotter and more erotic. I met a guy online who was much like me but he was younger and married. We had a few fantasy session together and it became a regular thing. We really got to know each others fantasies and desires and over time we decided to meet.  We met in a parking lot in front of a building supply warehouse store. Both of us were in construction, actually, he was a surveyor. I’m in construction. I needed to get a few things for work so that parking lot made sense. He lived a hundred miles away and was here for business so we couldn’t just meet any time.  We had planned it this way so we could check each other out before we went back to my house. We were both scared shit and probably a little overly cautious. I tried to cancel but he was persistent. I gave in. We had seen a lot of each others pics and had been playing for around a month and a half, it wasn’t likely that one of us was not who we claimed to be. And for the last few weeks, we were meeting online every night.  He was around 6 feet tall, east Asian, Japanese I am guessing. Tall, thin and masculine in appearance. I am 5’7″ 150 fit, wrestlers build, masculine appearance also. By the time of our last few online fantasy casino siteleri sessions, I would usually end up fucking his ass, him begging me to cum inside of him and me leaving him with my cum dripping out of his thoroughly fucked and wasted body. We would always end up cumming together during this scenario.  Then the next night, once his wife was asleep we would start again. He would  start by saying how he really didn’t want to be fucked. It was just fantasy and I agreed. Then, as the session would proceed and our cocks would come out, we always ended up with me fucking his tight little ass, me cumming inside him and him cumming on himself or on the floor or wherever his little cock was pointed at the time that I was cumming. He always had his fingers up his ass when he came. And by the way, My cock is about 7 inches and sort of fat, his was around 4 inches and small. Meeting him in that parking lot, my adrenaline was crazy. I told him to follow me back to the house. We went inside and started small talk. He asked to use the bathroom while I made coffee. Then we stood in the living room, him chattering away. It wasn’t going anywhere. He was talking about something as if we were two guys bullshitting at the bar. I knew we only had about an hour or so and I started to think it was not going to happen. Part of me was relieved, the other part of me was intrigued.  After about 15 minutes of small talk I knew it was now or never. I stood up and dropped my pants to the floor, then sat down with my legs spread. His jaw dropped. He was a deer in the headlights, and he shakily asked “What do I do?”  He must have conceded that it wasn’t going to happen and was also relieved. He was wrong and all of a sudden scared. I said without a pause, “Suck it…”sometimes the planets align… He suddenly got a crazy excited look in his eyes and dropped down between my legs taking my soft cock into his mouth. I let him do his thing while he got me hard. It didn’t take long. He was so excited to finally have my cock in his mouth he could hardly breath. I was feeling the same. It was intense. My head was spinning and I was already getting close. I wrapped my arms around his head and curled over him, holding him down on me to stop him from making me cum. My cock was in his throat and I held him there until I could calm down. I couldn’t really believe what was happening. It was surreal and erotic in a way I could hardly take in.  When güvenilir casino I let go of him he lifted his head up and pulled his shirt off. He looked at me for a second wild eyed and smiled as he went back down on me like he was starving for it.  His body was so slim and feminine. He had a beautiful body. The pictures he had been sending did him no justice. I tried to stay calm while he sucked and throated me.  I started stroking his lower back and slipped my hands down his loose cargo pants around his waist and ass. We were a little tangled up with me leaning over him and him working on me. I reached around and stroked his stomach just inside his waist line. He started to moan with my cock in his mouth. I reached in his pants and took his soft cock in my hand. I had never felt another guys cock before. It felt so fucking good. I squeezed it a few times and he responded immediately. This time the both of us almost lost it.  I went straight to the edge of cumming and he fell limp in my lap with a deep moan. I was so close to cumming, i wrapped my arms around his head again and pushed my cock into his throat waiting for it to pass. It took a little longer this time and when I let him up he was gasping for air, his wild eyes watering, he gave me a crazy excited smile and went back down for more.  I reached right back down his pants for that cock that was now hard as a rock. Harder than mine has ever been. His little cock was so smooth and hard I will never forget how good it felt. This is where things become more intense than anything I had ever experienced.  I was stroking his rock hard little cock while he sucking me and I almost lost it for the third time. Each time it was getting harder for me not to cum and taking longer to calm down. This time after he went back down on me I reached straight down the back of his pants to beautiful tight his ass. It couldn’t have been more perfect. I slid my finger down the crack slowly until I reached his tight hole. Again, he moaned loudly, his full body shook and fell limp in my lap but this time I didn’t stop. I rubbed his hole while fucking his mouth to my surprise he must have lubed his hole when he went into the bathroom. My finger slid right into his tight hot little wet pussy. It all hit me at once like an avalanche. This guy,   terrified to get started,   scared shit about actually being fucked,  knew I was just as scared of fucking him,   spent weeks telling canlı casino

me it was just a fantasy that wasn’t going to happen…     I had been in full agreement…   and just in case I tried to play with his hole he had been totally prepared to go the distance.   He had absolutely and totally seduced me. He let me think I was in control of everything and all of a sudden the tables had turned.  He moaned deeply, pushed back on my hand and reared up onto my finger and whispered like a cat purring “yes…fuck me…”He was total bitch in heat.  This is where everything is a blur. It happened so fast, He stood up, took off his pants sort of slowly, dropping them down around his ankles while staring at me with those wild crazed eyes and big smile, he stepped out with one foot and then in one fluid motion kicked them off his other foot spinning around and dropping to the floor with his ass high and his face on the floor in his crossed arms.   Do it!It was as if we crashed together. I snapped, I had no control of myself. I took my cock in my right hand and pressed it against his little hole. He pushed into me and took me in with no hesitation. There was nothing slow about it. I reached around and held his hard little cock while we fucked each other.  He was wild, He was like a cat, possessed with desire, humping, crashing our bodies together, moaning in loud whispers”yes, you fuck!, do it! Fuck me.” I think I slid in and out, the full length of my cock maybe 20 times. It couldn’t have lasted 30 seconds before he started moaning “I’m cumming… fuck me, cum inside me…”  I felt his body quake under me and I started cumming too. I held his hips tight and pulled him in while everything became a haze of delirium. I held inside for a while and he fell over on his side. we both laid on the floor for, I can’t know how long… a few seconds or a few minutes, I don’t know. time went all strange. Then I saw his cum. There was so much cum on the floor. I rubbed his ass hole and made some of mine drip out of him.  Then like a snap I was awake again. It wasn’t long and we got up and started dressing. I gave him a towel and we both wiped ourselves with it. By the time we were dressed, which was pretty quickly, we were back to the small talk like we were before it started. Neither of us knew how to act so we acted as if it hadn’t happened at all. He rushed out the door and I didn’t try to slow him down. From the time I dropped my pants to the time he left took maybe 20 minutes. Maybe less. My head was spinning. I walked back to the scene of the crime. There was so much cum on the floor. There must have been as much dripping out of him as he drove off. We never talked again. Beginners luck, right?

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Sisters, an evil friend and pantyhose tf part 2Martin was alone for many hours, sometimes someone would come in, take something or put it away, and he would be alone again. He wondered if he’d done well without speaking to Marlene, only she could hear him. Now for Monica, he will be just a pair of tights like the others in a drawer.Monica returned after work, ate dinner with her sisters and mother. She took a quick shower and went to the wardrobe. She began to look through clothes in the closet.This one will be perfect, she said and took out a black, tight dress.I only find shoes and underwear and it’s ready.She found black stiletto heels with a tip. She looked in the drawer and a small stink hit her nose.- Oh, what’s that feeling? I think I forgot to wash something, she said quietly.First, I’ll see what to wear for the party, I will wash my underwear quickly by hand and I will throw the rest into the washing machine.Hmm, maybe these panties and this bra and now we will look … Monica touched the tights in which Marcin was changed and she thought: oh great pantyhose, I had such? Well, pleasant to touch. They will be perfect. Then she took the sack out of the closet and packed the remaining items from the drawer.- I throw it in the washing machine, she thought, and in one hand, holding pantyhose panties and bra and in the other sack, with the remaining underwear, she headed for the room that served as a laundry and drying room.Martin was afraid that Monica would not hurt him, he felt like a girl squeezing him tightly, with her delicate hand, he could smell her, he was excited by the thought that the girl would put him on her body.In the laundry, the girl put him on the table. She opened the washing machine, poured the underwear from the bag, added powder and rinsing liquid and set the laundry.- Now I will take care of things for the evening, she said, and poured water and some fragrant liquid into the bowl.Martin was afraid of this, but he could do nothing but just watch all this. He admired the girl who was now only in the pants and t-shirt. He could see her lovely buttocks and long legs.He dreamed of being on her.And then Monica took the things and threw him together with the panty and bra in the bowl with warm water.And she dipped things a few times until they were all soaked and rubbed with her hands.Luckily, Martin was partially floating on the water, he could breathe normally, but all his body was soaked with water and liquid. The smell filled him. It was a strange feeling for him. When the girl started rubbing him in her hands it was very pleasant for him, it excited him.When Monica finished and rinsed things in clean water, she hung them in the dryer and set the temperature to 25 degrees so that in a few hours things slowly dried up and she left.Martin is lonely again. He was glad that nothing bad had happened and that he would be able to be on the girl’s body. He did not know what she was planning and where she wanted to go in the evening. But thinking about it he got an orgasm. His body was more and more dry, he felt the warm air fly through him and he floats into the air. It was a new interesting experience for him.After a while, Monica returned and pulled him off the dryer. She put it back on the counter. She pulled and hung the laundry from the washing machine and took dry things to bonus veren siteler her room.In the room she immediately took off her panties in which she was and a shirt, Martin watched her with admiration.- beautiful. Put me on , he said.The girl turned to him, reaching for the clean panties, it was a thong. His eyes showed a smooth, depilated pussy.- It is a pity that you put on panties, but it will be nice anyway, he said.The girl reached for him now. And she began to slowly pull on herself.- it hurts a little when you stretch me like that.The girl continued humming a song under her nose.- I will be able to lick your whole body and feel your beautiful scent.Martin excited, he had an orgasm.Monica put on her tights until the end and ran her hand over her leg.- Hmm, I do not remember buying tights like this. They are so smooth and delicate to the touch. Very nice and so good on my legs and bottom.- Because it was unique pantyhose, said Martin, admiring the touch of her body, her feet, legs, beautiful thighs and buttocks. His access to her pussy covered her panties and he wanted to kiss her so much. He could only feel her delicate sweet smell.Monica put on a bra and a tight dress so that her tights were even more pressed against her butt. She stroked her ass and said:- I look divine! My friends will envy me, and she puts on her feet her favorite warm slippers.Martin, pressed to her buttocks and thighs, was even more excited, he could feel her every move. He could even kiss her and lick her body even harder. He caressed her with his whole body but she did not feel it. When her feet were in her slippers, she felt the strong smell of her feet, he thought she had them for a long time, probably longer than Marlena’s running shoes. Martin broke down and started kissing her feet and licking every part of them. He began to enjoy the intense smell and feel how this smell penetrates him and he smells now Monica’s scent.Monica went to the kitchen where the sisters and mother had dinner.- Wow, you look beautiful, said Anna- A great girl, Claudia added- Beautiful daughter, mother added- Thank you that you like it.Martin, after a short conversation, learned that this is some party with Monika’s friends. The sisters were delighted with her appearance.When she left she changed her slippers to black shiny high heels and hugged Claudia first, later Anna and Anna gently stroked Monika on her tights and said:- beautiful tights. Where did you buy them?- I do not remember anymore. I found it in a drawer.She said good-bye to everyone and left.At the time, Martin felt very excited over how Monica’s body touched her sisters and mother, and for a moment he could also smell their scents and their warmth.When Monica left the house, Anna whispered to Claudia that she knows who the tights are and they are not Monica’s tights.Claudia slightly surprised- Who else? haha- Do you remember how then I hid Marlene’s stinky tights into her drawer ?? Haha. She had to wash them but I touched those tights and they are Marlena’s tights.- Hihi, and she thinks it’s her, and she does not remember where she bought it.Marlene thinks her tights are destroyed, it’s okay.And Claudia began to think about it. She always liked the girls, that’s why she preferred their company and that’s why she liked friendship with Marlene bedava bahis very much. She thought that she would steal the tights from Monica when she came back from the party and her tights would become her property. It excited her that Marlene had them on. And she decided to have fun.When Monica was driving to the party with her car, Martin felt her feet move as she pushed him to the shoes as she pushed on the pedals. The heels did not smell that much of her feet, she probably barely dressed them. He felt her feet getting slightly damp. The smell of the pussy was still very delicate.When she arrived, she greeted her friends. Talks started and her friends paid attention to her appearance. They began to praise her and ask her where she bought the dress, did not pay attention to the tights. Monica was having a great time. She drank one small drink. She sat with her friends and gossiped about jobs and men. She said how her sister Anna was in love and the bastard dumped her and he did not even call or explain anything. He just stopped talking.- Guys are pigs, said the friend and the others nodded.Martin, hearing that a bit sad, but could not defend himself in this situation. He liked being tights. Have the pleasure and delight of being on a beautiful woman’s body.Monica danced several times with her friends and with a few men finally tired, she sat down.- my legs are aching, she saidThe conversation continued, and Martin felt the girls’ feet were very moist and intensely fragrant. He absorbed it and was filled with her scent, and so her pussy was now more moist, he felt her taste better and a lovely smell. During the party he had orgasms several times. When Monica danced, her feet squeezed him deeper into the shoes, it gave him a slight pain, but he could bear it and lick the insoles of her shoes. It gave him general pleasure. The best moments for him were when she went to the toilet then chased down the panties and he could see her naked pussy.After the party, Monica returned home. She dreamed to lie down on the bed. She stripped naked and went to take a shower.In the meantime Claudia crept into her room.- Hihi, she left her tights, great, she thought- Hey, what are you doing? Why are you taking me? Martin asked.Claudia hid him in her panties, up the skirt, so that there was nothing to see.And in place of those pantyhose gave her new, recently unpacked tights.Martin excitedly did not know what was going on, why Claudia stole tights and what is her intentions. But he was happy now under her panties. He was enjoying the pussy of the youngest of the sisters. Claudia also had a nicely shaved and smooth pussy. He began to lick her and kiss her. Claudia sometimes touched the hand of her panties as if checking that the pantyhose were still in place. When she pressed Martin to her pussy, he screamed with delight.Claudia lay down on her bed, pulled off her skirt, pulled out pantyhose from her panties and sniffed.- Oh Marlene, she whispered- What’s going on, you know it’s me? Martin said. He felt strange. A thought crossed his mind that maybe all the girls know, they only play with him?- I love you Marlene, Claudia whispered and licked her tights.- I do not think they know. I’m just a pair of pantyhose for them.- Mmm- What do you want to do Claudie? Do you like Marlene? Are you a lesbian? She deneme bonusu probably does not think you like her.Claudia pulled off her panties and pressed her tights to her pussy, massaging her slowly.- Oh, yes, Marlene’s tights, she whispered.Martin moaned in pleasure when the girl rubbed him against her pussy and the pussy became more and more wet and her sweet juice flowed straight at him. He licked intensely fragrant, sweet juice.,Claudia dreamily imagined that Marlene caressed her. She touched her pussy and breasts with pantyhose and suddenly began to put tights in her pussy.- Mmm, how good, so soft Marlene tights.Oh, put them in my pussy, she whispered.Martin was in paradise, he was a toy for a beautiful girl. She pushed him lightly into her pussy with her finger and pulled it out several times. Until her body began to tremble and more of the juice came out of her pussy. The tights were all wet from her pussy.Martin was soaked in the scent of her pussy with little-smelling fragrances from Monica.Claudia wiped her pussy with pantyhose and put it under her pillow, put on her panties, and went to bed.Martin thought for a long time that he was lucky and that he experiences things that he did not dream about, he could feel the pussy from inside, lick it there and feel the juice flowing out which made him very wet. While playing the girl he had two orgasms. Hidden under the pillow he fell asleep. He spent the next day alone under Claudia’s pillow. But in the evening, Claudia pulled him out from under the pillow again and directed him to her pussy.Martin was amazed that the girl uses tights to play. But this time Claudia decided to wear tights on herself.When she put her feet on, Martin shivered with pleasure. He fell in love with this feeling when he was put on and pulled on the woman’s body. Claudia pulled him hard on the ass, that he clung perfectly to her buttocks and squeezed into her tight pussy. When Claudia started massaging her pussy with her hand he got the first orgasm. After some time, the girl began to move her feet more, more and more excited, moaning with pleasure. One hand massaged her pussy and the other her breasts. After a while, she put her hand under her tights and began to play with her finger, putting it inside. Martin could not stand the excitement. He could lick the beautiful woman’s body again. He was happy that Claudia had stolen him from his sister and that he was her toy.After a moment Claudia gently caressed her legs with her hands and nails.Martin was worried a bit.- What are you doing? Watch out for tights!Her hands wandered on her calves, her thighs, and finally reached her pussy.- just do not make holes in me!Claudia moaned in pleasure, massaging her pussy with a finger and gently poking into her pussy.- I hope you do not want to break through me into the pussy.- My pussy is yours, Claudia whispered, and moved her toes more and more. She trembled with excitement and pressed her finger firmly into her pussy, pressing the pantyhose in, her juice was abundant.- She moaned about that mmm, delving into her pussy until finally the material gave way and the finger went into her wet pussy.Martin cried out in pain as his body broke, but the pain quickly passed. Instead of pain, pleasure returned.Claudia moved her finger faster and then finally shook her body with a very strong orgasm.Martin feeling her whole body with her orgasm and the amount of juice flowing from the pussy also screamed with pleasure and survived a huge orgasm.- Thank you, he said.Claudia fell asleep in these tights and the boy relished her body for a long time …

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Rebecca grunted and skidded to a stop as her jeans got caught on the chain of her bike. Her Walkman fell out of her hand and landed with a nasty crack on the pavement.

“Fuckin shit!”

She bent to yank the fabric out of the gear then picked up her CD player. Brushing her choppy hair out of her eyes, she inspected the device.

“Well, doesn’t look broken,” she mumbled to herself. Pulling off her backpack, she shoved it inside along with the headphones. A light rain was beginning to fall, further drenching the bottom of her jeans. “Ugh, perfect!” She screeched.

The nineteen year old was starting to regret her decision to bike to Chicago instead of pay for a bus ticket. But, she reminded herself as she stooped to cuff her jeans, if I paid for the bus, I wouldn’t have enough for the plane ticket. And I definitely can’t bike to LA. So Rebecca fixed her jeans, adjusted her backpack, and began pedaling down the wet road.

Los Angeles was only her destination because she had a cousin that lived there who had agreed to put her up for a few months and get her a waitressing job. She didn’t really care about California or waitressing for that matter. All she wanted was to be somewhere more accepting. Her little Illinois town wasn’t “down with the times”, in fact, sometimes it felt like she was trapped in another century; one where she was expected to marry a nice boy, have 2-3 kids, and live the rest of her life in a small kitchen simply because she had a vagina.

“That’s not going to be me,” she said through gritted teeth as she climbed a hill.

After mapping out her route and talking to her cousin, she’d snuck out in the middle of the night with just a note to her parents. Draining her bank account of its measly savings, she bought a bike and a tent. Since it was mid-April, it was chilly for camping, but in the week she’d been cycling, the weather had been fine. Today it looked like that would change as the light rain turned into a heavy downpour.

Finally cresting the hill, Rebecca looked down over a dreary valley. It was misty and quiet with no cars on the road ahead or behind. The hill she was on was quite steep, but the young woman was happy for a bit of downhill after the brutal climb. She took a deep breath of fresh air and pedaled through the rain.

As she picked up speed, her short, dark hair flying away from her face, she quickly realized that the hill was more formidable than she had given it credit for. The bike sped faster and faster toward the base despite her efforts at lightly applying the break.

“Oh shit, oh shit!” Her tires hit gravel, the breaks screamed in protest, and Rebecca went skidding off the road. Her left leg hit the dirt followed by her handlebar and her elbow. She slid several feet down a bank of mud before the front of the bike careened into a tree, stopping her with a jarring crunch.

In too much shock to even swear, Rebecca just lay in the dirt grimacing in pain. The rain fell over her whole body soaking her from above and seeping into her clothes through the mud below.

A chill breeze finally roused her, motivating her to move before she froze. Getting up carefully, Rebecca was glad she didn’t feel any breaks. Her body was stiff with her elbow and the knuckles of her left hand covered in dirt and blood. She could feel the road rash sting.

“Fucking great job, Becks. Now you’re going to get some weird forest infection and die.”

When she inspected her bike, she found that the chain had fallen off and the handlebars were bent. Sighing, she picked it up and began pushing it along through the trees. The bank of the road was too steep to climb in the rain so she walked the easiest path through the woods, hoping for the road to level out with her soon.

As she walked, Rebecca began to notice that the path she threaded wasn’t just a random opening through the trees, but an actual two track. It was overgrown and subtle, but she could make out deep ruts where several vehicles had once passed regularly.

“Dammit, I hope some isolated, Illinois woodman doesn’t shoot me for being on his property.” She rolled her bike over a few mud puddles and felt the squish in her shoes.

After nearly an hour of walking, the rain let up. Rebecca was panicked that the road never seemed to even out with her. She tried scrambling up the bank a few times but only ended up muddier and exhausted, so she continued on the two track, weaving through the woods. Her digital watch beeped six o’clock. It sounded oddly out of place in the quiet wood. The only other sound being the patter of rain on leaves.

Stepping around a particularly large mud puddle, something rectangular and white caught her eye. Ahead on the path was a faded sign. Rebecca dropped her bike and pushed some of the brush out of the way to read it.

Briar Rose, est. 1876

Pop. 314

Rebecca leaned around the sign and saw the path led past it into the mist beyond the woods. It was then that she noticed the trees seemed to be mersin escort thinning, getting fewer and further apart as the path went on. She stared ahead, silently willing the mist to lift. A crunch on the ground behind her had her spinning around in fear.

“Oh my, you are a mess aren’t you, dear?”

Standing there in the center of the hidden road, wearing a pretty blue cloak, was an old woman. She had silver hair and light eyes, which were raking over Rebecca’s disheveled appearance with the disapproval of a school nun.

“I fell off my bike.”

“Well yes, I can see that. Come on, we’ll clean you up. You can’t go into town looking like roadkill.”

“But I-“

“Come on, dear. This rain is only going to get worse tonight and I doubt that tent of yours could hold up under the deluge.” The woman turned and marched off into the trees.

Rebecca waited a beat, then picked up her bike and hurried to follow. “How did you know I have a tent? Where are we going?” She tripped, trying to keep up with the surprisingly quick woman. “Hey wait, who are you?”

The woman stopped ahead and as Rebecca neared, she saw a small stone cottage camouflaged by the forest.

“You certainly have a lot of questions,” the woman chuckled. “But first, let’s get inside. Some food and some dry clothes before the answers.”

The cottage door burst open and two more old women tumbled out, one tall and thin, the other short and round.

“Flora, did you find her?!”

“Oh goodness, look at you dear. Come inside, both of you,” the tall one scolded. “You’ll catch a cold out here in this.”

Rebecca dropped her bike in front of the cottage and stumbled onto the porch. Immediately, the three old women ushered her inside. The teen was too tired to feel any apprehension at entering a strange house. She only felt relief at finally being out of the cold rain.

Strong, bony fingers gripped her shoulders and steered her toward a chair by the fireplace. A mug of something warm was pressed into her hands and a blanket thrown over her shoulders. The main room of the cottage appeared to be the kitchen, the living room, and dining room all in one. Three doors lined the wall on one side, most likely leading to other rooms.

“Poor dear, I knew this weather would cause trouble,” the short, fat woman scowled. “I bet it’s all her doing too.”

The one who’d walked her to the cabin spun around, “Oh I hope not! That would mean she knows of the plan!”

“Hush you two!” The tall one admonished. “It’s just a spring storm. Now, off you go! Get the bath ready.”

Rebecca found the mug in her hands was full of broth. It tasted salty and warmed her insides immediately. She knew she should be more leary of the strange, old women, but she was exhausted and they seemed kind. As the fire thawed her out, she heard bustling behind her with sounds of sloshing and quiet chatter. The three women had pulled a large silver basin to the center of the room and were filling it with a pot of water that had been hanging over the fire.

Maybe they’re witches and they’re going to boil me, Rebecca thought with a delirious giggle. Her body and mind were giving out on her. She barely noticed when the tall woman picked her up and carried her to the basin. When they stripped her wet, dirty clothes off her, she grunted in protest, but couldn’t do more as she was immediately dumped into the warm bath.

A gentle touch scrubbed at her battered left arm, clearing away the blood and gravel. Another set of hands scrubbed the heels of her hands which were also dirty and raw from her fall. When they finished scrubbing her, she sank into the sudsy water up to her chin.

“That’s a good girl. Now come on, you need sleep. You’ve got a big day tomorrow,” one of the women cooed.

“Quiet, Meriweather. She doesn’t need to worry about that yet.”

“Oh shush both of you!”

Rebecca was lifted from the tub and wrapped in soft towels. They led her to a sofa where a heap of warm blankets was piled onto her the minute she laid down. Her eyes were so heavy and her entire body felt the exhaustion of the past week. Biking miles and miles, living off granola bars and jerky, and sleeping on the hard ground all took a toll on her. She drifted in and out of sleep as the three women worked quietly around the cottage.

“I don’t know, Flora, she’s awfully skinny,” whispered one of them.

“That doesn’t matter, dear. She’s brave.”

“How do you know that?”

“Look at what she’s doing! Traveling alone and such a long way. It has to be her. I know it. Besides, it’s been a hundred years. What do you suggest, wait another hundred for someone with bigger muscles?”

“Quiet,” came a sigh. “She’s the one. It’s time…Let’s just hope she’s enough.”

_ _

Rebecca didn’t remember falling asleep, but when she woke, the bright morning sun streamed into the silent cottage. Dust danced in the sunbeams as her eyes raked over the room, looking for any sign of her hosts. The fire had mersin escort bayan gone out and was just a pile of black ash. She pushed herself up off the couch.

When the blankets fell away, Rebecca realized with a start that she was still naked. She scrambled to find her backpack but it was nowhere in sight. Instead, she found an outfit laid out on the chair she’d occupied last night. It consisted of a white button up blouse with loose, three-quarter length sleeves, a full-length, deep green skirt, and some sort of black belt. Not wanting to be standing naked in the middle of the room when the women returned, Rebecca put on the old-fashioned clothes.

“Well, I feel silly,” she said as she tightened the thick belt around her slim waist. She flicked her short bangs out of her eyes and looked around the room again. On the table, there was a plate of food, some bread and fruits. Figuring this was also for her, she ate a little while perusing the cottage.

After a while, she was sure none of the women were inside, so she stepped out onto the porch where she found a pair of black boots next to her bike. Surprisingly, her bike had been repaired. It looked good as new.

When she pulled on the black boots, another surprise clanked onto the wood of the porch. A silver dagger about as long as her forearm lay in stark contrast to the dark wood. Rebecca shivered at the sight of the blade, but that’s not all that she saw, a bow and a quiver of arrows leaned on the cottage wall next to her bike. Her eyes snapped up to the surrounding woods. Why would the women leave her weapons? Was this forest dangerous?

Fighting the sudden urge to run back inside the cottage, Rebecca gingerly lifted the knife and tucked it into her belt. Growing up in rural Illinois, she knew how to use simple weapons. She’d even gone bow hunting with her father on occasion, though she didn’t know how a bow would help her while riding a bicycle. Still, she strapped the bow and quiver over her shoulders and hiked up her skirt.

Her bike tires thudded onto the dirt as she stepped down from the porch, but no other sounds and no creatures greeted her. Climbing on in a dress was difficult, but once she did, she was off through the woods. Following what she assumed was the same path from the evening before, the only thing on her mind was to get to town and find out where she was. All her money and possessions were in her bag which she hoped was just in one of the rooms at the cottage. She made a plan to find a ride in town, someone who could take her to Chicago, then she’d go back to thank the women, get her bag and hopefully be on the road before the afternoon.

Rebecca knew she was on the right path when she passed the same sign marking the way to town. The woods fell away as she pedaled yet the same mist still covered the valley as the day before. The sun, which had been out earlier, now hid behind the clouds, leaving a chill in the air. As she wound her way through the last few trees, the valley opened below her and she could make out a few houses and buildings in the fog.

Taking the descent carefully, the teen made her way toward the outskirts of a farm. Deciding that a cut across the field would be safer than the bumpy, steep road, she opened a rusty gate and went in.

The sound of the gate clanging closed echoed through the valley like an alarm. That’s when she noticed just how quiet the town was. No sounds of animals or people broke the thick atmosphere and from her vantage point at the farm, she couldn’t see anyone either.

“Okay, that’s not creepy at all,” she muttered to herself. “Maybe it’s Sunday, they could all be in church. In a small town like this, church is probably the only thing to do.” Her bike kicked out dirt behind her as she threaded through the field to the edge of town.

As Rebecca approached, she was glad she hadn’t taken the main road down. Something about it felt off. She slowed her bike and crept around the first few homes that dotted the landscape. They were all simple houses, mostly whitewashed wood, with old, dark windows. Parking behind one of these buildings, she stood on her tiptoes to peer into a room. It was a simple bedroom with wood floors and a small bed. In the bed, she could just barely make out two figures who appeared to be asleep.

“Maybe the whole town is still in bed,” she mused as she watched one of the people breathing deeply, chest rising and falling rhythmically.

She slunk away from the window, feeling her apprehension rise as the streets continued their silent vigil. When she rounded another building, a great mansion caught her eye. Standing just past the center of town, the large stone house looked formidable, but something about it drew her there. Rebecca had the sense that if she could make it there, she’d find someone who could help her.

Hopping back on her bike, she pedaled up a side street to the town’s center. A small park occupied one side of the square while a row of shops, all closed, bordered escort mersin the other. The mist was thick in the air, hovering over buildings and blocking out the morning light. The sight of it made Rebecca uneasy as her bike flew over the gravel and cobblestone streets.

As she entered the square, the hair on the back of her neck stood. She sensed eyes on her. The manor house was just ahead, she could already make out the gate to the overgrown garden. A chill ran down her spine, but she pedaled on.

Suddenly, out of the mist on the left of the mansion a huge shadow materialized. Rebecca gripped her brakes until the bike skidded to a stop on the cobblestones. Her knuckles were white.

The sound of laughter echoed off the buildings around her. It was low, feminine, and dripping with malice.

“I know who you are,” the voice called. “I know why you are here.”

Rebecca swallowed and forced her fingers to release the brakes. She instinctively reached for the dagger at her hip as the shadow started to form a shape, bending grotesquely around itself. A silhouette of a woman appeared in the fog. She was tall, broad, and her eyes seemed to glow yellow in the muted light.

“You’re not going to make it out alive, little one.” Her voice dropped into a growl as she stalked forward. Her shape changed again, hunching then sprouting hair along her back. The cloak of darkness she wore melted into her, forming a huge, black wolf. The wolf bared its teeth and a growl rumbled the earth. Rebecca hesitated, horror-struck at the sight, then she kicked her bike around and fled back through the streets. The wolf let out a deranged howl and followed.

The teen steered her bike around curve after curve, trying to lose the wolf in the buildings, but it was following her at the same pace. She couldn’t get enough ahead. The four massive paws pounded the dirt behind her, causing her adrenaline to spike.

“Leave me alone!” she screamed desperately.

The wolf only growled.

Ahead, Rebecca saw a squat building with no windows. The tiny door hung open slightly, yawning black in the dim light. She made a split decision based on the size of the wolf. Her bike hopped the porch, slid over the wood, and through the open door. As she passed through the doorway, she leapt from the bike, grabbed the door, and slammed it closed. Closing the door plunged her into darkness. She felt a beam on the wall and pushed it down. It fell across the whole door frame and barricaded her in.

Not stopping to see if the wolf-woman would get in, Rebecca stumbled around the counter into a back room. A tiny window on the far side of the building illuminated the room and she saw two people lying across the desk. They were dressed in the same way she was, in old-fashioned clothes, and appeared to be asleep. A staircase to the right caught her eye and she ran up just as a furious thud hit the front door. The thud was followed by vicious pounding and rattling. She wasn’t sure how long the door would hold and she needed another way out.

Ascending to the top of the stairs, she found an open bedroom with a window out to the front and overlooking the back. The second floor was more of an attic, so Rebecca had to crouch as she crept along the wood. The pounding downstairs echoed in her chest, but she had no time to make sense of the crazy attack.

On reaching the far window, she found it was a short climb down the drain spout to the ground. Not even a full ten feet. I could jump, she thought. Then she did. Right as her feet hit the dirt, the sound of splintering wood let her know the wolf had breached the door. She took off at a run.

Out of the corner of her eye, the mansion loomed above all the other buildings. It seemed to be calling to her. Without meaning to, her feet fled in that direction again. As she reached the block, now approaching from the west, a frustrated howl sounded behind her. The wolf was coming back.

With no other options, Rebecca remembered the weapons on her. She pulled the bow and knocked an arrow. Her left arm screamed in agony as the scabbing skin broke open again. But she ignored it and got her arms into position just the way her father had taught her. Backing into an overgrown hedge, she used the natural elements to conceal her position. Just as her skirt swished out of sight, the wolf rounded the corner and came careening toward the manor.

“You are no match for me, little one.” The voice reverberated in her skull rather than in the air around her. “I’ve held this valley for a hundred years and I shall hold it for a hundred more!”

As the black beast barreled toward her, Rebecca watched its yellow eyes glow brighter, hungrier. She pulled back her elbow and took aim.

“I can smell your fear!” Screamed the wicked voice in her head.

Rebecca counted, One…two…three! And loosed the arrow directly between those yellow eyes.

A snap like a thunder clap echoed through the square as green lightning spiderwebbed from the spot where the wolf had been. Shielding her eyes from the lightning, Rebecca felt a hot gush of air rush past her face and ruffle her skirt. When she looked back to the spot the wolf had been, she only saw a black burn mark on the cobblestones.

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