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I had never been to a soccer match before but I so enjoyed looking at all of those men wearing their shorts. I was imagining what was underneath their kit and their legs looked so sexy. There was one very athletic type who came a little close to me, and as he slipped down in the mud his shirt rode upward exposing his torso – just the look of it made me moist and I was thinking of how I would like to lick the sweat off of his body.

After the match I got lost inside the club house looking for the ladies toilets. As I wandered down a corridor I could hear the sounds of men laughing. I felt excitement, it was the football team in the showers larking about.

I listened quietly, forgetting all about my friend Kelly who was waiting outside in the car for me. I suddenly heard someone coming out and dived into an alcove. One by one I saw them leave the showers, until I could only hear about three men.

I couldn’t resist the temptation to peep around the corner of the changing rooms and watch them. One blonde guy had only just taken his kit off and gone into the showers, whilst the other two were still in there.

Oh my god. How beautiful they looked with the water running down their bodies, firm, round, buttocks that I would love to caress and slide my fingers in between. Their cocks rested gently as they turned around in the water.

Watching them soaping themselves was so erotic and I could feel my pussy becoming swollen and wet. My heart was beating fast and I started to feel hot. I felt a trickle of sweat rolling down my back and in between my buttocks.

I steadied myself against the wall, clutching my handbag. As I moved my mobile phone fell from my bag and crashed to the floor. I just stood, starting straight at the footballers, wide eyed like a rabbit in the headlights.

The men looked at each other and laughed. I started to explain but stopped. I was just embarrassing myself.

One of the guys, the dark haired one with the sexy lips and big cock declared that I should come over and join them if I was so keen on looking. casino oyna They laughed and I think he was calling my bluff.

I dropped my bag on the floor and smiled walking over to them confidently. I said that I was glad they invited me over as I could do with a shower to cool off after standing out in the heat watching them play.

They smiled at one another as I stripped off all of my clothing and stepped into the shower, helping myself to their shower gel as I went. It wasn’t long before I was soaping my tits in front of them.

I parted my legs and eased the soap into my buttocks. All three of them stood motionless but I could tell they were getting aroused as their cocks were starting to grow right in front of my eyes.

I leaned into the wall and slipped my finger into my arse hole making it soft, supple and ready to be fucked. I looked around at them saying that they might be scared of me or something.

The tall dark haired one took the lead and came over, standing behind me he wrapped his arms around my front caressing my breasts, stroking my nipples and kissing my neck and mouth hungrily. I could feel his enormous cock pushing into my slippery wet bum. All I could think about was how his balls felt tight and his cock was so hard that the foreskin was pulled right down as he pleasured himself on my behind.

The blonde guy (we will call him Tom) also approached with a delicious hard cock which tilted to one side. I reached out taking it into my hand and slipping my fingers up and down on it for a while. He too kissed me and, his fingers started slip into my pussy lips, parting them and easing his fingers into my cunt.

He stopped for a while, just stroking my clit gently with his thumb it was out of this world. I had my eyes shut enjoying all of the attention, when I felt a third hard cock pushing into my left hand. It was the red haired ‘boy’ who only looked about 18, bless.

This cock was longer than the other two but much slimmer, and was cut. It turned me on so, so much that I would have cum into Tom’s hand slot oyna had it not been for him pulling his thumb away from my clit. I knew for sure that Tom, being in his mid thirties, must have been very experienced to know I was that close to orgasm.

The boy had very tight nuts with a small sack and I just had to take those balls into my mouth and suck them. I bent over, moving quickly I fell to my knees and without paying any attention to his cock, I took half of his sack into my mouth and sucked with ease.

I knew there was no way he had ever had his balls sucked before and I eased the other one into my mouth as he started to moan. I gently slipped my hand between his legs and pushed my middle finger into his arse, which was begging to be fingered. It responded well and I could feel his muscles pulling at my finger. I touched his prostate with the tip of my finger and felt his cock responding by spitting out clear, salty pre cum that slipped down the shaft of his cock, onto his balls and straight into my mouth.

The taste of his cum stimulated my tongue and made me hungry for more as I licked and sucked his bollocks gently. Behind me I could feel Tom, also on his knees, licking my cunt. He pushed his tongue into my slit and fingered me whilst he pleasured my arse hole with his tongue, pushing in and out just enough to keep my orgasm at bay.

I looked up to see the dark haired one (we will call him Harry) wanking his cock very close to my face. I knew he wanted me to suck him off really bad by the way his cock was red and the head bulging into my face. I was so completely aroused as I had never been treated to a trio of footballers in my life!

I took Harry’s cock into my mouth, pulling his foreskin back as my tongue teased him under the head and over the tip of the head. As I took his cock deep into my throat he was groaning and opened his legs allowing me stroke the opening of his anus gently and follow it up by slipping my forefinger into his tight hole and pleasuring him for a while.

Whilst I was busy with my mouth, Tom had canlı casino siteleri parted the opening of my cunt lips and slipped his cock into my dirty, hungry whore hole. I wanted to gasp but couldn’t make a noise with my mouth and eventually I turned my head to glace at him. In a flicker I saw Tom sucking the other guy’s cock, taking it deep into his mouth.

I came suddenly as I turned back taking Harry’s cock into my mouth once again. My cunt squirted juices all over Tom’s cock and balls as he held my hips firmly pulling me into him to get his cock deeper as he felt my pussy pulling on him hard.

Harry pulled away and lay down on the floor in front of me. I knew straight away that he wanted me to sit on him. I did so and reverse cowgirl style I fucked his cock hard with my soaking, shaved little pussy. Ginger boy leaned in to lick my cunt, lapping my lips over and over, sucking them and my clit too he had learned well and quickly.

I pulled Harry’s cock from my pussy and thrust it into my arse hole but it was too late and I had already cum into the lad’s mouth. Tom pushed the lad out of the way hastily and pushed me back onto Harry, still with his cock in my arse. Tom spat on my cunt, wanked me with his fingers for a minute then pushed his cock into my cunt at the same time.

It was the best feeling ever. I loved having my arse done and my pussy fucked at the same time pure bliss. I didn’t need to wank my clitty, the sensation was enough to bring me near to climax and the next thing I knew the lad was pushing his cock into my mouth as I gasped with pleasure. It was the ultimate fuck, with these lads. A dirty hard cock in my mouth, another in my cunt and the other in my arse hole, just unbelievable ecstasy and all three were gentle and skilled lovers.

I was just so lucky to have scored so well. As I pulled my mouth from the lads cock, I screamed ‘please let me cum’ and I knew Harry was spunking into my arse hole as Tom pulled his meaty cock out and shot his spunk onto my clit and pussy lips, rubbing it in to help me climax. The lad spilled out his cream as I fingered his arse and licked his cock, it shot into my mouth and down my chin. I came hard. I was spent. The best climax I had had during my whole life. A foursome, comes highly recommended.

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Sheila heard the car in the driveway first. Only a few moments after that, Philip’s Mom came in the front door. Sheila and Philip sat beside each other on the sofa, watching tv, and looked at her at the same time.

“Hi kids, have a good time tonight?” she said and hung her light jacket on one of the hooks by the door.

“Yeah, fine Mom, how was the show?” Philip said. He squeezed Sheila’s hand and moved it up his thigh, where his Mom couldn’t see.

“Oh, the show was good, you know. Hi Sheila. Philip, it’s time for your girlfriend to go home now. Say good night. Your father’s waiting in the car to take her home,” she said and disappeared into the kitchen.

Philip walked with Sheila to the front door and pulled it open. Outside, his father was sitting in the car in the driveway with the motor running and his elbow hanging out the window. Sheila looked up at Philip.

“I really liked it,” he said.

“I know. I did too,” Sheila said.

“Well, I’ll call you, ok?”

“Ok. Kiss me,” Sheila said.

She tilted her head up and they kissed. She turned her eyes to the car, but couldn’t see Philip’s father’s face in the darkness. With a smile and a quick wave, she skipped off the porch and went around to the passenger’s side of the car.

Philip’s Dad looked good in a coat and tie. Sheila licked her lips with the tip of her tongue. He looked good enough to eat. He didn’t say anything when she got in, simply backed the car out of the driveway and drove off.

“Did you and Philip have a nice time tonight?” he said when they reached the first stop light.

“Fine. You look nice, Mr. Morrison,” Sheila said.

He looked at her and smiled. “Thanks.”

“Can I turn on the radio?”

“Sure.”

Sheila turned it on and changed the station from that boring, old jazz music to her favorite station. The new Brittney Spears song was on. She turned the volume up a little. Mr. Morrison didn’t object.

She watched him out of the corner of her eye. He looked so hot. The few wrinkles around his eyes and mouth, and the specks of gray in his hair gave him such a distinguished appearance. She looked at his hands on the steering wheel. Was he going to try anything with her tonight? God, how she would love to feel those hands touching her. He had a nice dick too, long and thick, not short and skinny like most of the guys her own age. That was the best part about fucking grown up men; they had grown up dicks.

Mr. Morrison turned off the main street and drove behind the school to the quiet, dark parking lot. Sheila’s pulse quickened. That was the same place he took her last time.

“Where are we going?” she said in a soft, high voice like a little girl.

“A quiet place where we can talk,” Mr. Morrison said.

He parked in a dark corner where the dim glow of the moon was just enough for her to see his face. He shut the engine off and the car was suddenly very quiet.

“What do you wanna talk about?” she said in a whisper and squeezed her legs together.

“I think you know,” he said.

He leaned across the seat and kissed her. Sheila let her lips part. His tongue pushed into her mouth. His fingers touched her waist and closed over her breast. Sheila sucked in a deep breath and arched her back, pushing her chest closer to his hand.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” he said with a deep breath.

Sheila shook her head. “It gets in the way.”

Mr. Morrison kissed her again. His lips smacked softly against hers. Sheila moaned in his mouth. His thumb rubbed the tip of her nipple through her shirt, then his hand left her chest and she heard the zipper of his slacks go down. She touched his leg and moved her hand up to his crotch. Her fingers touched his bare, hard cock and she gasped.

“Is that your … thing?” she said in a whisper.

“Yeah. Why don’t you kiss it.”

“You want me to?”

“Yeah.”

With her hand around the shaft, Sheila bent over and smothered the head in her soft lips. Above her, Mr. Morrison sighed. She gave it a long, wet lick and he moaned. Sheila grinned. She opened her mouth wide, closed her lips around the end and moved her head up and down.

“Oh yes, Sheila,” Mr. Morrison said.

His left hand held the steering wheel. His right hand stroked her back. Sheila sucked slowly. When her head came up she sucked in her cheeks, and when she lowered her head she took his cock deeper in her mouth. Every time she gave head she thanked her older sister for showing her how to get a guy off with her mouth. They always came back for more. Tonight though, she was the one who wanted more.

She sat up on the seat and looked at Mr. Morrison, grinning. In her small hand, she pumped his hard penis slowly.

“What are you grinning at?” he said.

“I have a secret.”

“What?”

“I had sex with Philip tonight,” she said.

Mr. Morrison’s eyes widened.

“You what?” he said.

“You heard me. I had sex with Philip tonight. I let him touch me anywhere he wanted and I let him put his dick inside me,” Sheila said.

Mr. Morrison was casino oyna quiet for a moment. She could read the disbelief on his face.

“You’re lying,” he said.

Sheila shook her head, still grinning.

“I can prove it,” she said.

“How?”

She pushed her jeans down to her ankles, spread her legs and touched her pussy, where a drop of white liquid leaked out.

“That’s his cum. I let him shoot his wad inside me without a condom,” Sheila said.

“You’re crazy. What if he gets you pregnant?” Mr. Morrison said.

Sheila shrugged. “I’d prefer if you got me pregnant.”

His eyes stared at her, burning with desire. With her jeans still down around her ankles, Sheila climbed between the two front seats to the back seat, pausing a second to let Mr. Morrison get a good look at her bare ass, and rolled on her back. Her knees bent up. She pulled her shirt over her breasts and pinched her nipples.

Mr. Morrison jumped out of the car and opened the back door. His dick stuck out of his pants, bobbing up and down. Sheila giggled. He dropped his pants and climbed into the back seat between her spread legs. The end of his dark tie tickled her bare breasts.

“Is this how my son fucked you?” he said.

He rubbed the head of his dick over her moist slit and pushed it in. Sheila moaned. It was hot and hard and stretched her open.

“We did it on his bed, right next to your room,” she said.

Mr. Morrison slammed his cock deep inside her. Sheila gasped and smiled, gazing up to his eyes in the dim light. She put one hand around his neck and tangled her fingers in his hair.

“Philip didn’t fuck me like that, Mr. Morrison,” she said.

He pulled back his hips and drove himself into her again. Their flesh slapped together.

“No, I didn’t think so. That boy still has a lot to learn,” he said.

Sheila rocked her hips with his. The whole car shook. Her other hand slipped inside his coat to his waist and moved down to his ass.

“He likes to eat pussy,” Sheila said.

“Is that what he did to you?” Mr. Morrison said between deep breaths.

Sheila nodded. “He knows how to use his tongue.”

Mr. Morrison closed his eyes and pounded harder with his hips. Sheila groaned. Her nails dug into his ass. He lay over her with his mouth close to her ear, flattening her into the seat.

“Yes baby … oh yeah baby,” she moaned in his ear, even though it felt odd to call Philip’s Dad baby.

That was what she was moaning in Philip’s ear, just a few moments before his parents got home. She saw the headlights of their car flash on the wall over the bed and when she told him they were home he spilled his stuff inside her in a hurry. The screwed up look on his face still made her smile. They put their clothes on even faster and ran to the living room only seconds before his Mom came in the front door.

Mr. Morrison’s head came up. In her tight pussy, his hard dick throbbed. He grunted. Just like his son, Mr. Morrison’s face screwed up in that funny expression. Sheila giggled, even while his warm, fresh cum flowed into her belly.

He lay on top of her, panting. She ran her hands down his back. His cum leaked from her hole and ran down the crack of her ass. It was a strange thrill to know it was mixed with his son’s cum.

Mr. Morrison pushed himself up from between her legs.

“I’d better get you home before your mother wonders where you are,” he said. He stood outside the car and pulled up his pants.

“Yeah,” Sheila said.

She reached down to her ankles and pulled up her jeans. Mr. Morrison’s cum left a wet stain in the crotch. She sighed. If Mom saw that she wouldn’t have to wonder what her daughter was doing. She climbed back into the front seat and Mr. Morrison drove her home, just a few minutes from the school. She opened the door to get out.

“Good night Mr. Morrison,” she said.

He grabbed her wrist, pulled her back into the car and kissed her. Sheila stiffened at first; what if Mom was at the window and saw her kissing her boyfriend’s father? But Mr. Morrison’s hand slithered under her shirt and squeezed her bare breast and she melted like butter in a hot skillet. So what if Mom saw? So what if everyone in the world saw? She just got fucked, twice in one night, and it was good both times.

Mr. Morrison finally released her.

“Good night Sheila. We’ll do this again next time,” he said.

“Yeah,” Sheila said.

She stared into his eyes a few moments longer, jumped out of the car and ran to the front door of the house. She watched the tail lights of his car drive away, feeling an anxious twinge between her legs. One day she would get him to fuck her the right way, in her own bed in her own room.

Mom was in the living room, watching tv. Sheila said hi and ran to her bedroom before she could stop her. A drop of Mr. Morrison’s juice was running down her leg. She had to do something about it before it leaked out all over her.

She sat on the edge of her bed and kicked off her shoes and jeans. The crotch of her panties was soaked. slot oyna She snickered. That was another thing she liked about older men; they had more cum to give up.

Her panties peeled away from her mound. She threw them in the corner with the rest of her dirty clothes, where she hoped Mom wouldn’t find them. It had been so long since Mom got fucked she probably wouldn’t remember what man cum smelled like.

A white drop of liquid oozed between her pussy lips. She scooped it up on the end of her middle finger and stuffed it back in. Her button still tingled. Philip was good with his tongue, but not quite good enough to get her off. Later, after she showed him a few things, he would get her off every time. For now, though, she rubbed his Daddy’s sperm over her button with her middle finger until lights flashed in her eyes and her body twitched. She bit her lower lip to keep from screaming out loud so Mom wouldn’t know what she was doing.

Her middle finger was sticky with juices. She stuck it in her mouth, licked it clean, picked up the phone and dialed Marcie’s number.

“Hello?” Marcie said.

“I did it,” Sheila said.

“Sheila? Did what?”

Sheila giggled. “I let Philip’s Dad fuck me in his car tonight.”

“You what? No way.”

“Yeah. His cum is still warm in my pussy. His and Philip’s.”

Over the phone, Marcie gasped.

“You let both of them fuck you?” she said.

“Oh yeah. It was like, so great. Did you let Dean fuck you yet?” Sheila said.

On the other end of the phone, Marcie was quiet for a few seconds.

“No,” she said.

“When are you gonna let him fuck you? Are you gonna stay a virgin forever?”

Marcie walked with her head down. Sheila’s words hurt. She should have let Dean do it to her at the church.

At the corner, she waited for the lights to change and the traffic to stop before she crossed the street. The sun was warm on her face and her bare shoulders. She was wearing a pink tank top and cut-off overalls. She switched the wadded piece of paper from the palm of one hand to the other and folded it open to read it again. Mom wanted a list of stuff. What a pain.

A black car pulled up beside her, almost running over her toe. Marcie jumped and turned to yell at the driver. It was Dean in his convertible with the top down and his left elbow hanging over the door.

“Dean, you almost hit me,” she said.

“What are you doing?” he said.

Marcie looked at the wadded list in her hand.

“I gotta do this thing for my Mom,” she said.

“That can wait. Are you ready?”

Marcie stared at him for a second. What did he mean was she ready?

“I guess so,” she said with a shrug.

“Good. Get in.” He leaned over and opened the passenger door. Marcie got in and he drove away.

“Where are we going?” she said. The wind blew her hair in her face and she picked the strands out of her mouth.

“My brother’s apartment. He’s got a bed we can use.”

Marcie nodded and smiled. They were going to have sex. She couldn’t wait until they were done so she could call Sheila and tell her all about it.

Dean used a key to unlock the door to the apartment. The shower was running in the bathroom when they went in. Dean tossed his keys on the counter.

“You want something to drink? I think my brother’s got something in the fridge,” he said. His voice echoed in the kitchen.

“Are you sure we’re alone?” Marcie said, lowering her voice.

Dean opened the refrigerator door.

“You mean the shower? That’s just Frank. He told me he’d be here. You want a beer?” he said.

Marcie hesitated, her eyes on the bathroom door. She and Dean were there to have sex and his brother was going to be there? The idea gave her a thrill and she shivered.

“I’m not old enough to drink beer,” she said.

Dean shrugged and popped the top on the can.

“What do I care?” he said.

He took a long drink and handed her the can. She sniffed at the opening and it smelled awful. The shower ended and the bathroom was quiet. Out of the corner of her eye, Marcie watched the door, waiting for it to open.

“Drink up. Today’s a special day,” Dean said. He opened another can and took a drink.

Marcie sipped her beer. It was bitter and sour and she made a face.

The bathroom door opened. Marcie turned quickly to look. Dean’s brother came out with a towel around his waist and his chest bare. Marcie’s eyes widened.

“Hey Dean. Who’s the chick?” he said, and ran his fingers through his wet, dark hair.

“This is Marcie. You met her once,” Dean said and took another drink.

“Hi,” Marcie said.

“Oh yeah, I remember. You were younger,” he said with a nod and disappeared into one of the bedrooms.

Marcie watched the door close, the can of beer touching her lower lip. Would she have sex with him, too? How would it feel to have sex with two in one day?

Dean put his beer on the counter, put his hands on Marcie’s hips and kissed her. She tilted her head to the side and opened her mouth to let his tongue canlı casino siteleri in. He pulled her tight to his body. His hands moved down to her ass and she felt his erection poking her belly.

She moaned in Dean’s mouth. Holding the can of beer in one hand, she touched her other hand to his waist. Her pussy was warm and moist. She couldn’t wait for Dean to push his hard thing inside her, or feel his thick white stuff pump into her belly.

Dean took the beer from her hand and set it on the counter beside his.

“Come on. It’s time,” he said.

He slipped his hand into hers and tugged her arm. He led her to the door next to his brother’s room, opened it and flicked on the light.

Marcie gasped. “Wow. What is this place?” she said.

The walls were adorned with framed images of Mary, the virgin mother. Over the bed was a large crucifix with a painted carving of Christ, complete with a crown of thorns and blood from the nails driven through his hands and feet. Dean struck a match and lit three candles on the dresser.

“This is our holy receptacle. My brother and I bring the virtuous girls here to be deflowered. If you’re going to lose your virginity it should be done right, don’t you think?” he said, and blew out the match.

He picked up a crystal vial, held it in his clasped hands, bent his head where he stood beside the bed and mumbled a prayer. Marcie closed her eyes and bent her head as well. When he finished with an Amen, Dean opened the vial and sprinkled a few drops of water on the white sheets.

“You brought other girls here?” Marcie said.

“Of course. We bring them all here. Where else would we do it? Now kneel, child,” Dean said.

Marcie dropped to her knees before him. Her eyes stared at the bulge in his slacks. With his finger over the open neck of the vial, he tilted the bottle. On her forehead, between her eyebrows, he smeared the holy water in the mark of a cross.

“For what you are about to sacrifice, God forgives you,” he said. He unbuckled his slacks and let them drop to the floor. His purplish erection sprang up in her face. He put his hand on top of her head. “Now suck me child. You must receive the sacrament of my seed. Only it will keep you pure.”

He pulled her head to his crotch. His hard dick poked her cheek before it found her open mouth. He shoved it all the way to the back of her mouth and did not let up when she gagged. He used both hands to hold her head steady and pumped his dick in and out of her mouth with his hips. Marcie clamped her lips in a tight ring around his shaft and held onto Dean’s thighs. The head of his cock rubbed over her tongue and tickled the soft skin at the back of her mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut.

“Oh yes … I can make you a child of God,” Dean said.

Marcie sighed and sucked harder. Would Mom and Dad be proud of her if she was blessed by the church? Or if not by the church, then at least by Dean? He did say he was ordained, whatever that meant.

He shoved his dick deep into her mouth and she gagged again. Dean groaned. His dick throbbed between her lips and a burst of warm cum filled her mouth. Her eyes stretched open. His dick pulsed rapidly and his load puffed out her cheeks.

“Swallow it baby. Swallow all of it,” Dean said.

Marcie swallowed fast before any of his seed leaked out. Her face was warm. Would the others at church be able to tell just by looking at her that she had personally been blessed by Dean? But that wasn’t enough. She wanted the next part, she wanted to feel his dick in her pussy.

From her knees, she stared up at him, milking the last of his juice from his dick with her cheeks and tongue, like an infant with a bottle. Globs of his stuff floated around her tongue. The taste was strong. His dick was softer, but still hard enough for what she needed.

Dean brushed a few strands of hair from her face.

“You’re a lucky one. God will see that you are protected now,” he said.

He pulled her to her feet. His dick fell from her mouth. He pointed to her lip.

“You missed a drop,” he said.

Marcie quickly wiped it off her chin and sucked it off her finger.

Dean’s hands slipped in the sides of her overalls bib and under her cut-off tank top. His eyebrows arched.

“You’re not wearing a bra?” he said, with an uncertain wrinkle on his brow.

Marcie shook her head. “No. It pinches. Is that bad?”

His hands squeezed her soft mounds.

“We’ll forget about it this time. The church would prefer that girls keep their bodies restrained, especially in public. It’s not wise to tempt young men.”

Marcie nodded and told herself to remember that next time, but his thumbs were rubbing the tips of her nipples and it was hard to concentrate. She tilted her head up and let her lips part to kiss him, but he turned his head away.

“Let’s take this off,” Dean said and tugged at the strap of her overalls.

She unfastened the two clasps that held the bib over her chest. The straps slipped from her shoulders. With a shake of her hips, the overalls fell to the floor around her ankles, leaving her in only her pink cut-off tank top and tiny black panties. Dean stepped back and watched. She pulled the tank top off over her head, shook out her hair, and pushed her panties down to her ankles.

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Author’s note: All persons involved in any sexual acts are above the age of 18.

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Chapter 2

Sarge lived in a large four bedroom, two story “Shaker” style home with a big front yard. It had a large front porch, separate two car garage, small backyard, and a screened in back porch. It came with a gravel drive. The home was perfect for him, his wife and two children.

Except, his children moved out years ago and it had been ten years since his wife left. Still, the house was nice. The phone was ringing.

Sarge groggily reached for it. The caller ID said “Unknown.”

“Hello?” He slurred.

“Sarge? It’s Regina. You gotta get to the station. Now!”

Sarge wracked his brain before saying… “Who?”

“Regina Ortiz!” She said with exasperation. “They picked up my baby girl a few minutes ago. You gotta get down there!”

“Reggie, it’s…” He checked the clock next to the bed. “8 O-clock in the fuckin mornin. I’ve had less than four hours of sleep, baby.”

“Don’t you “baby” me, redneck! She told me what you did!”

Aw fuck.

“You owe her, cabron. Now, you get your white privileged ass down there and you help her!”

“Alright! Alright! Yeah. I’ll be down there in a few minutes.”

“You better!”

He could hear her cussing him in Spanglish as she hung up the phone. He dropped the phone on the bed and pulled on jeans and a t-shirt. Once he was dressed and had all his stuff he got into his old truck and drove to precinct two.

“Hey Sarge. What the hell are you doin here?” Asked the Desk Sergeant, Croller.

“Getting a cup of coffee, actually.” Croller laughed. Sarge walked around the front desk to the coffee machine and poured himself some. Once he had the creamer and sugar he walked back to Croller. “Reggie Ortiz called me this mornin. Beggin me to come down here because we had “her baby.” Sarge did the air quotes before taking his first sip.

“Bruja?” Sarge nodded in reply. “Yeah, Detectives Cooper and Morrison have her in interrogation room 1.” He knew they were the detectives that headed up the big bust last night so it made sense they would want to talk to her. Cooper was a great detective but Morrison was a fucking idiot. Or at least that’s the kindest way Sarge could think of the man.

“Have they started?”

Croller shook his head. “Nah. Morrison wants her to stew a bit.”

It was Sarge’s turn to shake his head. “We have GOT to get that moron to stop watching cop shows.”

True dyed in the wool murders do not freak out because you leave them in a room alone. Like many of us, they tend to think everyone else will do what they have done. A womanizer thinks his wife is cheating on him. A thief thinks everyone is trying to steal from him and murders tend to think someone may be trying to kill him. Like last night with Bruja? When she was sure Sarge was going to smoke her. Right now? In a room alone and no way for anyone to sneak up on her to put a bullet in her head. Sarge was positive that what she was thinking was somewhere along the lines of “This is nice. It’s so peaceful in here. Ooo and it has AC! Goooooaaaal!”

Croller was still laughing from Sarge’s “cop show” joke as Sarge walked to Observation room 1. There was a two way mirror that allowed him to see Bruja without her seeing him. She sat on the far side of the interview table facing the mirror. Captain Sung was in there waiting for the interview to begin. He asked the expected “why are you here?” and Sarge explained again.

“So what DO we have on her?”

The Captain answered. “You know how they say, “For {sympathy} look between shit and syphilis in the dictionary?” Sarge almost spit up his coffee. “Well, we got sympathy.”

Sarge was wiping his mouth. “You know, that doesn’t make any sense. Right?”

The Captain nodded. “Yeah, but I haven’t had a chance to say that in a long time so I wanted to squeeze it in.”

“What has the Crime Scene Unit turned up?”

“We found two of the three rounds she fired last night but that gun she’s using has never been used in a crime. So we got jack -and- shit.”

“What about the team at her mamma’s house?’

“Judge wouldn’t give us a warrant. A bunch of cops saw a Latina girl shooting a magnum. He didn’t feel that was enough to issue a warrant.”

“Well, fuck… Wait…” Sarge looked from Bruja back to the Captain. “Then why is she here?”

“Morrison thinks he can get her to talk.”

Sarge began to laugh very hard until the Captain looked at him with disdain. Then he laughed even harder until the Captain went back to watching Bruja. Who was now humming and drumming on the table to some Techno-Tejano beat.

“And you believed him?!” Sarge smiled.

The Captain shrugged. “He had a good bust last night. I figured he earned the chance.” The Captain looked back at Sarge for some sign of understanding.

It was Sarge’s turn to shrug. “Yeah. He did. He did.” He nodded.

A few minutes later the small red light came on above the observation camera. This signaled that the audio and video casino siteleri were now running. Not long after that Detectives Morrison and Cooper walked into the room to sit across from Bruja.

“For the record, I am Detective Morrison and with me is Detective Cooper. Today we are interviewing Quirina “Bruja” Ortiz, a known member of the Vatos Muertos gang…”

“Family.” Bruja interjected.

“Excuse me?”

“They’re not a gang. They’re my family.”

“We don’t recognize them as such.”

Bruja shrugged. “OK.”

“Where were you last night, Quirina.”

“I was at my mom’s house.”

“Your home?”

“Welllll, it’s more my mom’s home than mine. I’m not always there. I spend a lot of time couch surfin with friends or girlfriends. You know?”

“But it IS your home of record. Is it not?”

“It’s where my mail goes, so if that makes it my home then sure. It’s my home.”

Sarge looked at the Captain. “I’m already feeling dumberer.”

The Captain grimaced and nodded.

“And what did you do last night at your home?”

Bruja went through a list of cleaning, dishes, laundry and so on. It only took Sarge a moment to realize she probably just asked her mom what she had done. Then “Mom did the dishes” turned into “We, did the dishes.”

“You understand that several police officers identified you at a drug bust last night?”

Bruja shook her head. “Well, that’s not possible. I wasn’t there, man.”

“Don’t call me “Man.”

Bruja threw her hands in the air as Sarge looked to the ceiling for help.

“Lord, give me patience!” Sarge said.

“Oh, don’t ever ask for that.” The Captain whined.

“Why?”

“We know you weren’t home, Quirina! It’s just a matter of time before we can prove it!”

Both the Captain and Sarge cringed in the observation room.

“If you ask for patience, he puts you where you NEED patience.” The Captain said in a miserable tone.

“Aw, fuck.”

“Did – you – see… my Vaqueros there?”

Cooper shook his head. “No.”

“Did you see my bike?”

“No.” Cooper said again.

“So, why would I be at some big deal without my boys or my bike?”

Morrison interjected, “Hey! You shot at cops last night! We will find that gun and when we do your ass is going to jail!”

“If {I} shot at cops then you would have [dead] cops!”

Morrison leaned across the table and backhanded her hard enough to rock her almost out of the chair to her left. She immediately came back to a sitting position. Followed through with a left jab to his nose knocking him back into his chair. Cooper jumped out of his seat to come around the table but she had jumped to her feet by then. He stopped because of how quickly she had taken a fighting stance. When the door of the interrogation room slammed open, Cooper looked to see who was charging in. While Bruja pivoted to face them.

Sarge, punched Morrison so hard in the side of his head that he -did- fall out of his chair. He then grabbed the detective by the shirt and jacket, pulled him up and slammed him against the far wall.

“Are you a complete and total fucking idiot!?”

Morrison was too stup… dazed to speak.

Sarge looked at Cooper with fury in his eyes. “Get your ass back in that chair.”

Detective Cooper re-took his seat. Sarge liked Cooper but he was not going to do some “hold the blue line” bullshit for Morrison. He drug Morrison out of the room and shut the door. They could hear screaming and more than a few thumps that sounded like Sarge was not done with Morrison.

“Are you OK?” Morrison asked.

She hadn’t realized she was still standing ready to fight. “Uh, yeah.” she said as she dropped her guard. “He just surprised me.”

Cooper nodded. “Did you want to sit down?”

“Uh… sure?” She sat down again. “I should have laughed it off.” she said absentmindedly at the door.

“Get the fuck out of here before I kill you!” Came through the door.

“Yeah, that’s bad.” Cooper commented.

“Because Sarge is pissed at him.”

“No. Sarge was doin the punchin… but that last bit was our Captain.”

“Ohhhh.” Even she felt bad for Morrison now.

Unbeknownst to them the red light turned off on the video camera. A few moments later Captain Sung entered the room. He cleared his throat as if he was gathering his thoughts.

“Bruja, you have every right to file a complaint against Detective Morrison if you want.”

“…But you don’t want me to.”

“It would make all of us look bad and it would not cost him his career.” She looked at him as if to ask >why?< The Captain continued, "His uncle is the Commissioner of police." “Ah… Well, I think he’s had it worse than me. I’m good with droppin it.” “I do appreciate it.” He nodded. “Thank you for coming in and answering our questions. I am sorry things got out of hand. That shouldn’t have happened but you are free to go.” Bruja smiled. “It’s fine. My mother hits harder than that.” She said as she stood to leave. She bumped into Sarge on the steps slot oyna outside of the building. “You expectin a “thank you,” pinche?”

He shook his head. “No. I didn’t do it for you. I did for us.” She looked confused. “That jackass keeps thinking life is an episode of “Blue Bloods.” She smiled and nodded.

“You’re Captain said sorry for what happened.” Sarge squinted at her while he tried to deduce where she was going with this. “I don’t recall gettin an “I’m sorry” from you though.”

“For last night?” She gave him one cool nod. “Probably because I’m not sorry.”

“Fuck you, man.”

Sarge shrugged. “It seemed to me that we both enjoyed it.”

“Look, puto. Making me cum is not the same as me wanting it. What the fuck am I supposed to tell my girlfriend? “Hey, Mia. I got sodomized by a pinche cop last night an I liked it.” She ended with an big insincere smile.

“Well that’s bullshit. I haven’t seen you with the same girl more than once your whole life. So don’t throw out some crap about how you suddenly have a relationship whose love is so true…” He said in mock poetic tone. “that you have GOT to tell her about what happened.” She was shaking her head at him. “And I think you’re only saying this shit because deep down you know you like dick.”

“Fuck you!” she stepped forward and punched him in the sternum. It hurt and forced a grunt out of him. Sarge heard cheers coming from a car parked on the street. Several Vatos were waiting near an “Old School” El Camino. They had been watching Bruja and him as they talked. “You don’t know me! OK?!” She took a few steps away before turning back to him. “I like girls! I eat pussy because it gets me off! You!…” She waived her finger at him like he was something disgusting. “Pulled some fucked up emotional shit that… Chinga su madre pinche marrano motherfucker!”

Sarge watched her storm off to her friends. He realized it must have been Pancho’s car as he was watching from across the roof with the driver side door open. Pancho was one of the leaders of the Vatos Muertos. He had a decent rap sheet for a guy who was really not that bad of a guy. Late twenties, good looking. And he always wore an old mechanics shirt with “Pancho” on the name tag over his left breast. He said it was because he was tired of people stealing his shirts.

Sarge watched as Bruja hugged her boys hello. Then got into the front seat with Pancho and a younger banger that sat between them. Sarge headed home.

Bruja kissed her baby brother on the forehead when they were in the car. Miguel was sixteen. But she still saw him as that cute little twerp that kept sneaking into her room to mess with her stuff.

“What was all that about?” Pancho asked.

“Just bullshit.” She answered.

“They got anything on you?”

“Naw. Morrison popped me one.”

“No shit!?” Pancho looked at her.

She was laughing. “It was weak shit, man.” She smiled. “I punched him in the face and put him back in his chair.” Her brother and Pancho were laughing. “Then Sarge came in and kicked his ass right in front of me.”

“Bullshit! Really?” Pancho asked. She smiled and nodded. After a moment Pancho was nodding too. “…Then why’d you hit him just now?”

She was shaking her head as she shrugged. “That uh… That… It was somethin personal. Between us.”

Miguel spoke up for the first time. “You know, I heard mom talkin to him on the phone this mornin.” Bruja looked at him. “She said some pretty odd soundin shit.” She didn’t comment.

“Did he hurt you?” Pancho asked in surprised tone.

“No.” She shook her head. “He fucked me up.” She said while rubbing her eyes. “He’s got me twisted… but he didn’t hurt me.”

It would be three weeks before Sarge would see her again.

[All Clark – 2 – O units report to warehouse at Covington and Hermes. Complaint about noise disturbance. Over.]

“Dispatch, this is Adam – Clark – 2 – O – 5, why are all of us responding to a noise complaint? Over.”

[Vatos Muertos are throwing a party there Sarge. The Lieutenant wants to make sure we have enough people on site if things go bad. Over.]

“Thank’s Dispatch. All Clark – 2 – O units check in and assemble at the fast stop on parker before proceeding to location.”

Once all six of them had met up at the convenience store. They rolled on to the warehouse in caravan. When they arrived they found a large loud party with heavy rap music and bright lights going on inside. It looked like a fantastic club. It was in the middle of nowhere. Nothing but old dilapidated warehouses and abandoned stores. There was no one around to be disturbed by the noise. Sarge felt like a dick. The Muertos couldn’t have chosen a more considerate location to have their party.

“This is fuckin stupid.” Commented Patrolman Elster as they got out of their cars.

“Agreed.” Replied Sarge. “When we get there you four break into teams of two and do sweeps. Elster, you man the door. I’ll find the leadership and let them know why we have to sweep and that we’ll be out of their hair as soon as we canlı casino siteleri can. And for the LOVE of God. If it’s not a serious crime then don’t do anything. Understood?”

When his men nodded he lead them over to the main doors. There was a large group of men and women hanging around outside. One of the younger ones stepped forward as the police approached.

“$30 cover for cops.”

“Get out the damn way before you turn some dumbass sweep into a real thing.” Sarge replied. He could see one of the older Muertos laughing and he was pretty sure he knew the man. “Bolo?” The man stepped towards him. Bolo was an easy to understand kind of fellow. A young black man with nothing to prove. He liked to smoke hemp. He liked that nobody fucked with him. And he loved the Muertos because they were the only family he had. An easy man to predict as well. Cops love that.

“Hey, gringo. What brings you out here?”

They shook hands and did a half hug. “Got a noise complaint on this party.”

Bolo looked around as if he was looking to see who could’ve complained. “Cows got cell phones now?” The stockyard was about a half mile away and it was the nearest life to this party.

Sarge looked surprised. “Yeah.” He nodded. “You didn’t know?” Bolo mocked an expression of confusion while Sarge laughed. “Pancho inside?” He asked.

“Yeah. You’ll see a little nook on the right. Can’t miss him, vato.”

Sarge made his goodbyes and led his men inside. He left Elster just inside the doors in case some idiot ran for it and sent the others on their sweeps. He headed over to what looked like a “Nook.” He saw a group of people gathered around it. It was a mixture of soldiers and their girls. Many of them he recognized. He saw them often enough.

As he approached he could see Pancho leaning over to speak to an old black gangbanger. The man must have been in his fifties. He was wearing wrap around sunglasses and an oakland Raiders dew rag on his head. He looked like he didn’t want to be recognized. Which was funny to Sarge because he recognized him immediately. Mr. Nelson or “Harry” since he and Sarge had been friends for over two decades now. He ran a neighborhood grocery store with a small dining area that the Muertos like to hang out in.

Pancho was leaning over with his girl under his other arm. He was laughing with Harry about something. Bruja was doing the same thing on the other side. Including the pretty young woman tucked under her arm. She was wearing a small black businessman’s fedora with a silver hatband. A silver with black streaks button down blouse. The wide collar was open down to her cleavage. And the tight grey slacks and black heels probably made her ass look fantastic. Sarge shook himself out of his thoughts as she looked up to see him approach. Her smile faded.

“I would have invited you if I had your number, cop!” She yelled over the music.

“You know where I live.”

“That goes both ways.” She said as she slid her arm from around her date.

Sarge pulled over a chair and sat near the three kings before answering her. “I didn’t think you wanted to see me.” He said as a matter of fact.

She seemed to give a cynical kind of laugh before storming off. He watched her leave. Those pants -did- make her ass look good. He turned back in time to see her date scowling at him before she left as well.

“You’re not very popular tonight, amigo.” Pancho stated.

Sarge nodded. “We got a noise complaint on this party.”

“You’re shittin me!” Replied Pancho.

Sarge nodded and shrugged. “We gotta do our sweep and then we can get out of here.” Pancho nodded. “When we go I’m gonna leave one of my men a few buildings away. So when the asshole who called in the complaint think’s to call in “shots fired.” Our man can tell us it’s bogus.”

Pancho shrugged, “Very decent of you.”

It was Sarge’s turn to shrug. “No thoughts on any of this Harry?”

Harry gave a big smile. “Shit, hermano. I thought I had you fooled, man.” Sarge shook his head and smiled. “Finally caught me flat footed here.”

“Nah. Caught you flat footed about seven years ago. When you were kicking that kids ass. Ernesto?… Ernie Vasquez! Yeah you were schoolin him right in front of fifteen Muertos and they were just watchin. I remember thinkin if that man ain’t got a badge and they’re just standing there watching it then he’s got – to – be…?” Sarge smiled.

Harry smiled and nodded. “Yeah. Little motherfucker was picking pockets in my store.” He shrugged. “Had to set him straight.” Sarge nodded again. Harry leaned in. “…She doesn’t want you dead, hermano.”

“What?”

“Bruja! I told her you’re like a brother to me but she’s like my daughter. So if she wanted you dead, we could make that happen… She said, no.” Sarge nodded. “She was cryin.”

“Harry… I don’t have some great excuse for what I did. Alright? I wish I did. I wish I had some great white whiney explanation for it. But I don’t…” He shook his head. “I’ve always had it bad for that girl and it got away from me in that fuckin alley.”

“That’s not the part that has her all fucked up.”

“Well then what the fuck is she mad about?!”

Harry laughed. “She thinks you used her. And once you shot your load she’s nothing but another little puta to you.”

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Author’s note: When I started this series, I thought I’d stop at the first chapter but all of your kind words and requests for more made me cave once, and now twice. The big challenge in this series is finding a way to move the story forward realistically while staying true to the characters that you all loved. I believe I managed to do that again here.

For now, my intention is to end this series here, but who knows? I keep saying that then I have a short light bulb moment that shows me the way forward, and I can’t stop myself from writing the next part. We’ll see, no promises.

Heads-up for my regular readers: this story is more explicit than my regular style. You’ll see that the situation dictated that. However, many of you liked my writing because it was less explicit than average, so I’d love to have your feedback on whether or not you are ok with this new direction, or if you prefer the previous ones. Please comment or send me a message with your thoughts.

*****

I had almost run out of her apartment to my car. She wanted to take things slow and I agreed, but at one point during that long kissing session, I started teetering on the edge of the abyss, ready to jump and praying she would catch me.

She had straddled me like she suggested earlier, but when I agreed to her proposition, I hadn’t taken into account the fact that she would be almost sitting in my lap, grinding rhythmically to every kiss, with her jeans rubbing so deliciously on mine. I hadn’t thought of how impossible it would be to stop my hand from slipping between us, looking to touch her and see if she was as hot and drenched as I was. And I hadn’t anticipated how intoxicating it felt to be beneath her or how powerless she would make me.

For over an hour, I relinquished all control and let her take the reigns, and what a beautiful surrender that was! But when I sensed her hands run across the bare skin below the hem of my t-shirt, as I stared deep into the abyss and saw myself free-falling, I caught my footing and shook myself out of this euphoric state of abandon and stopped her.

The way she looked at me then, like a kid who just dropped his ice cream scoop and was left with an empty cone, almost made me remove my hands and let her take advantage of me. But I had to be stronger. This wasn’t a one-night stand or a quickie in the bathroom of a bar. This was Kate, my Kate, my best friend. We weren’t ready yet.

“Not yet,” I whispered against her neck and kissed her there. If she was so soft and addictive on the outside, I couldn’t help but imagine how smoother and tastier she would be on the inside.

“Uhm, you’re right.” She took her hands from below my shirt and looked at them as if she didn’t know where to put them or what to do with them now that they couldn’t touch me anymore. For a few seconds, I followed her confusion until she eventually settled on reclining back and dropping them on her thighs.

“I should probably leave.”

She was staring at me with what I would later call her “horny face”, eyelids slightly dropped, pupils dilated, with pure adrenaline and endorphins almost jumping out of her eyes. I wondered whether my own face betrayed my arousal as much as hers did and if she could sense how difficult it was for me to control that.

She suddenly jumped and was in front of the sofa on her two feet. She extended her hand to me and as she was pulling me up, I felt my knees wobble and had to hold onto her to stop myself from falling.

She laughed and after she helped me steady myself, she brought her forehead to mine and stared deep into my soul. She used a quasi-hypnotizing voice to speak the next words.

“You’re standing on the ground now. I’m going to let you go. You’ll have to use your legs to stay steady.” She grinned and brought our hips closer. “Remind me to get you a cane or a wheelchair if we go further next time.” She kissed me quickly on the lips and let me go.

I smiled and summoned all my strength to pick up my purse and walk as fast as I could out of the door.

The drive home was short and uneventful, thankfully. My senses were alert but they weren’t focused on the road. I wasn’t thinking nor was I replaying the scenes. There was just an overwhelming sensation of pressure, as if I was under water, and my ears were ringing loudly.

Everything came crashing the moment I stood in front of my apartment’s door. I couldn’t believe that I had left a few hours earlier, with a deep secret and no intention to even reveal it to myself. Yet here I was, standing in the same spot and nothing would ever be the same. I still had trouble convincing myself that this had just happened. I had kissed Kate, tasted the delicacy that is her tongue, let my hands wander for a long time on the velvet of her skin. And the best part? She had kissed me back, she had shared my fears, my anticipation and my attraction.

“I broke up with Sam,” I said matter-of-factly. I leaned against the hallway wall facing my apartment’s door, dropped my head sideways and held the phone there with my shoulder. My hands went casino siteleri into my jeans pockets and I started toying with the inner fabric, a nervous habit.

“I broke up with Tim,” she answered with as much detachment in her voice as I had felt in mine.

I should have been sad, or at least guilty, but I wasn’t. I didn’t even remember how the conversation went, just that I called Sam when I parked my car and it was over quickly. It was the appropriate thing to do, given that I had just spent an hour kissing someone else.

“Are you O…” We asked simultaneously and then started laughing.

“I’m standing outside my apartment. I can’t open the door because that would mean this night is over and I’m going back.” I confessed.

“So open it while you’re talking to me. That way, the night doesn’t end at the door. That way, I go inside, with you.” I chuckled and she instantly understood why. “We’re back to the dirty jokes now, eh?”

“Told you I’m good at taking it both ways.”

“So this is how it’s going to be? You will always spin everything that comes out of me?” Despite this conversation taking place on the phone, I could clearly see her smile with a twinkle in her eyes.

This playful banter was just a facade we were both putting up to forget how crucial these moments were, but it was just as important to keep things light. We could have a tedious conversation discussing our hopes and fears, where and how fast we wanted this new relationship to progress, share some tears and hugs and eventually make out sweetly while holding hands. We could also tumble on top of each other, disregarding any common respect or emotion, and jump feet and hands first into an intensely physical relationship. But those possibilities weren’t us. They didn’t fit us.

The wordplay, the mischievous back and forth of spicy jokes felt more authentic to our friendship and dynamic. It was us playing it safe, keeping an opening for a U-turn should things blow in our face. It’s not that we needed a two-way ticket — we never wanted to go back to being just friends — but we had to at least provide each other with that option.

It was also our way of moving ahead while not plunging too fast, gauging each other without getting too emotional, respecting the sanctity of what we had while still flirting with the promise of a better future. There would be a time when we’d have to be too serious, too touchy-feely, or too horny, but that wasn’t this moment. Now, we needed the light quips that maintained the illusion of simplicity.

And I had to keep playing the game so I followed with a paltry, “Comes out of you, goes into you, I wouldn’t mind spinning it. But it’s not like you need my help flipping things around.”

She chuckled. “Well, I always say there’s a certain advantage when you come from a different perspective.” She was definitely getting better at this game, with replies hitting me before I even had time to recuperate from the last ones.

I had to reclaim the winning hand so I decided to change the rules and even the playing field. “Kate,” I whispered, “is that an invitation?”

She didn’t reply instantly, and I knew I now held the cards in my hand. Her answer was serious. “That took me by surprise.”

“Trust me, when I take you, you’ll see it coming,” I blurted quickly and laughed heartily.

“Is that a promise?” She asked sternly, unfazed by my trick or the fact that I had just one-upped her.

I fell silent and nodded, not even realizing that she couldn’t see me. She didn’t need to.

“Open the door.”

I obeyed without a word, knowing she could hear the keys turning and the door squeaking open and closed.

“Hi,” she said, in that same earthy tone that tickled me in all the right spots.

“Hi.” A few seconds of silence passed as I got into my room, sat on my bed, and relished hearing her voice again, yet as if for the first time. “I was afraid it was an illusion.”

I could almost hear her smile, “no.” The command in her voice was gone, her split-second of bravery was now showing cracks of vulnerability.

“Kate?”

“Yes…”

“I don’t want to scare you off but I already miss you.”

“I already miss you too.” I heard a break in her voice that betrayed the depth of her emotions. “I miss you so much I’m actually sitting on the sofa, in the imprint you left.” She took a second to reassess her words and asked, “does that sound creepy?”

“It’s flattering, actually.”

“If I close my eyes, it’s almost as if you are here… Almost. There’s your scent in the air and the sofa is hot, it’s still hot from your body.”

“Well, I did indeed get very hot.”

“Oh, tell me more.” Her voice trailed, in a barely perceptible manner that left me wondering where this conversation was headed. “How hot were you?”

There was an undertone I had never heard before, a dark and deep one that left me perplexed and excited. Was this what she sounded like when she got aroused?

“Very.”

“Did I make you get that hot?”

She had taken the reigns of the conversation, slot oyna but I was the one in charge. Her whole plan relied on my cooperation so I let her enjoy that illusion of dominance and went with the flow. “Yes.”

“Did you get wet?”

I flinched at the word, and immediately noticed the effect it had on me. As if she had activated a secret biological pathway between my ears and my inner parts, I felt the blood rush lower, transforming into a flood of liquid that seeped out of me and settled on my underwear. A new sensation.

“Yes. I was wet for you, Kate.”

“Was?” She sounded like a disappointed parent scolding their child.

“Am,” I quickly corrected.

“You are what?” She asked, with a disturbing mix of innocence and playfulness.

“I am wet for you, Kate.” Again, the sensation coursed within me, my lower lips contracted and I felt more of my juices pooling between my legs. I wanted to sigh but I couldn’t. The air had left my lungs and I was barely able to breathe as it is. Her voice was wrecking havoc in my brain and body, and this conversation was quickly spinning out of control. I couldn’t stop it. And I didn’t want to stop it.

“I am drenched,” she admitted, and the roles shifted again.

“Kate?” I secretly knew the effect that repeating her name had on both of us. It kept this conversation real and by doing so, it made it even more exciting.

“You know the way you say my name makes me wetter?”

“Kate,” I repeated and heard her breath catch, “are you touching yourself?”

“A little,” she answered as if she got caught with her hands in the proverbial cookie jar.

“I’m going to need more details.”

“I am still dressed, and my hand is over my clothes but my palm is against my…”

“Is it against your pussy, Kate?” My voice hitched at the end of the question.

I had never, in my entire life, used that word, thinking it was crude and offensive. But when I said it then, I owned it. It was appropriate and naughty, direct and suggestive. And that made it all the more effective. Every sentence now, especially that one, acted like an additional trigger for my arousal. I couldn’t hold much longer before I had to start touching my own… pussy.

“Yes.”

“Take off your clothes,” I ordered. To hell with taking it slow, there was no way I was stopping and hanging up now. My brain wasn’t in charge anymore, the blood was somewhere else in my body and that part was making all the decisions.

“OK.” I heard a ruffle and then the distinct sound of a zipper being lowered. Then there was sudden silence and I waited with baited breath for her next move. “I want you to see me, the first time I undress for you.” She was genuinely sad. “We should stop.”

I didn’t want this conversation to end, it was exciting, promising and fun. The anticipation had every nerve in my body wired for extreme sensitivity and I was too far gone to turn around.

I might have acted selfishly and carelessly then, I might have used my upper hand to manipulate her, but I couldn’t control my impulse. “If I hang up now, are you going to do it by yourself?”

“Yes.”

“How is that better? I want to be with you, I want to share this moment with you. This isn’t a dirty deed you do alone, in the dark. This is ours, and it’s too beautiful and too genuine to be kept a secret. I want to make you happy, it doesn’t matter if it’s over the phone or in person. I want to hear your breath and feel your excitement and guide your touches and take you over the edge. I want to be here when you scream and I want to scream with you. Don’t take it away from me, Kate, this is ours.”

I heard the ruffles of her pants and shirt being taken off and thrown nearby.

“You are gorgeous,” I whispered.

“How can you tell?” she asked, almost innocently.

“I don’t need to see you to know. You are beautiful. And right now, you are naked, and horny,” I added without flinching, “for me. This makes you infinitely more gorgeous. I couldn’t ask for more.”

“Will you undress for me too?”

“Anything you want.” I stood up and was about to take off my shirt.

“Stop,” she ordered. My heart started beating fast and I waited anxiously for her next move. “I had my hands on your waist, under your shirt, when you stopped me. You know how much I wanted to move them up or down? I was practically salivating at the idea. Take my hands higher. Let them dance on your chest, beneath your shirt. I want to enjoy that moment of forbidden touches, knowing you’re letting me reach under your armor.”

The eloquence of her speech mesmerized me and took possession of the hand on my chest. It was no longer mine, it was hers, and I became nothing but a vehicle for her will.

“Slip my hands under your bra, let them graze your nipples, touch the tip and then squeeze the base. I want to feel you shudder.”

My trembles were betrayed by my voice, “careful, I’m going to bite your neck.”

“Oh.”

“What did you want to do next?”

“Take off your shirt and unhook your bra now. Let me lick and taste canlı casino siteleri every inch of your breasts.”

I followed her orders and trailed my fingers across my body, pretending, and believing, that it was her mouth kissing me. I laid back on the bed and breathed deeply into the phone. “Take off my pants, Kate. I need you to touch me.”

“Shhhhh. You’ll do as I say. Do you trust me?”

“With my life,” I answered honestly.

“I only want your orgasm now,” she chuckled, “but that’s good to know. Do you promise to follow my instructions to the letter?”

“Yes.”

“OK then. Let me take off your jeans.” I raised my hips, unbuttoned the pants and slipped quickly out of them.

“What color are your panties?”

“White. I didn’t know this was happening when I got dressed earlier tonight.”

“I love white panties. You can easily see the wet spots on them. Is there a spot on yours?”

I didn’t need visual confirmation but still, I raised my head and stared at the crotch. The dark stain got bigger under my observation, with more of my juices rushing to join the river that was now flowing out of me. “It’s huge,” I admitted.

“I’m going to slip my hand under the hem of your panties. The tips of my fingers move slowly until they cup your whole pussy. Then I start rubbing my entire palm against you. Once, twice, three times, ten times.”

“Please, Kate.”

“My index gets apart from the rest of the fingers, trails up and down your slit, tickling every nerve on your outer lips. Will you let me in?”

“Yes,” I agreed instantly.

“My index parts your outer lips, touches their inner edge and continues doing nothing but up and down movements across them. Then, gradually, it gets closer to the middle, the highway of nerves and slick flesh between them. It touches your right inner lip and walks up until it reaches the right side of your clit, without directly touching it. Then it goes from your left inner lip until it reaches the left side of your clit. Also no direct contact.”

“No clit?” I begged.

“No clit yet,” came the answer.

I panted on the phone, my breath barely finding a tiny conduit to enter and leave my lungs. Every drop of blood, every conscious thought, every molecule of oxygen, every feeling and every shiver were concentrated in that tiny part of my body. I was nothing and no one. I was shattered into pieces and none of them mattered but that small patch of tender and slippery skin that she was playing with.

“My finger goes lower again, this time parting your inner lips, entering a little bit, taking some of your juices and spreading them up until it reaches your clit. It rubs slowly up and down across your clit, three times… Enjoy every second, every touch, every small and big sensation. My finger goes back into your pussy, takes more of your juices and comes back up again. This time, it rubs in very, very slow circles across your clit, three times, again… It’s slow, thorough, it reaches every cell and every nerve on your clit… Then it goes back down and repeats. Pussy, three up-and-down movements, pussy, there circles, all while getting more of your juices spread.”

“This is torture,” I hissed, a couple of minutes later.

“I am doing it too,” she confessed, with a ragged breath and without the commanding voice.

She knew that would make me obedient while also accentuating the impact of every word she was saying. The thought that she also had her finger following the same instructions was too sexy and powerful and I just had to get my release.

She guessed my tactic and switched back into her dominant character, “slowly, I said. I want you to enjoy every moment, every twitch. You are not sprinting for that orgasm, you are hiking across a beautiful pathway, and every step you take brings a different scenery and a different experience. Are you enjoying the scenery?”

“Yes, Kate.”

“My finger never does more than three times of each movement. It leaves your clit and goes inside you every time you are getting close. Let the sensations rise. Let the orgasm build up… How close are you?” As if she needed a confirmation!

“Very, very close,” I managed to say between gasps and sighs. My very being was dismantling beneath the touches of that finger, her finger, the one she possessed and controlled now.

“The next time I go up for your clit, I don’t stop at three movements. I keep rubbing it, but still slowly. I want to feel your body rise to meet my hand, your lips contract against my fingers, I want to be the tremble that starts coursing in you and the rush that precedes your release. Let yourself go. Come to me… Cum for me.”

And just like that, I was undone. Spasms ran through me, shattering me into billions of solitary cells and molecules. “Kaaaaaaate!” I screamed, shivers filling my entire body and being. Then there was suddenly peace and the tension in my muscles that was holding me up disappeared. Just as I collapsed on the bed, I heard her moan loudly. The sound she made, that guttural voice, was the most primal and beautiful thing I had ever heard. It rang through my ears, traveled through my body and ended in the junction between my finger and my clit that I hadn’t broken yet. I shivered and came again, quickly, peacefully, smiling and prideful.

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A MILF’s Marvlous, Meaty Legs Ch. 01

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: A very quick short story, a teaser really, about a leggy mom and the young man she drives mad with her legs. No sex – yet. More to come, if comments and votes warrant.

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She slipped into the booth of the crowded restaurant in her skin-tight slacks that ended at the knees. The sexy, dark-haired 49-year old mom had just come from the gym and was hungry and in need of refueling after her grueling workout.

It was leg day at the gym. Carlyne’s favorite. The beautiful woman had stunning legs naturally, and was honing them to muscular perfection in her routine gym visits. She’d always gotten comments on her legs, how full and shapely and strong they were. But after hitting the weights for several months, they’d grown to a fine-tuned proportion that got even more notice.

Such as from the young man next to her in the adjacent seat of the restaurant that had long benches and separate tables. She’d scarcely noticed the young man, all of 18 or 19, when she sat. But as she looked over her menu, sipping coffee, and curling the calf nearest him into a fierce ball of muscular, fleshy steel, she couldn’t help notice him. Noticing her.

Or more pointedly, it. That luscious calf she was flashing at him under the table, at an angle only he could see.

And he was seeing. And watching intently.

This pleased Carlyne, a slight casino siteleri smile spreading on her pretty face. She decided to toy with him, gauge his reaction to that spectacular, flared calf so alluring close. Leaving her toes curled and balling the thick flesh of her calf into a shapely fist of muscle, she tensed the entire lower leg, the thick striated separation of muscle running down her shin from her knee to her foot, pulsating, throbbing, dancing ever so slightly. And quite noticeably.

She heard the groan of the young man, soft and barely perceptible. She smiled more broadly now, turning to her left to address the waitress with her order, twisting the other leg slightly more in the young man’s direction, continuing to pulsate that alluring muscle and tendon and sinew. For his eyes only.

She never let up, now leaning one hand down to scratch that calf and playfully caress the thick bubble of muscle balled up above her heel. She heard him groan again. And then as her order came and she ate, with her peripheral vision noticed the young man’s hands in his lap – holding his cell phone.

“The naughty boy!” she thought, smiling and nibbling her fruit plate. “He’s taking pictures or videos of my leg!”

And he was, of course, gathering material for later use, one that suddenly hit Carlyne with clarity. He would use the footage later, at home, alone in slot oyna his bed, watching her muscular calf’s dance.

She groaned herself now, emitting it before she realized she was. His pleasure pleased her, and she tensed her meaty thighs together in an involuntary but entirely necessary response.

She came as she flexed and relaxed her quivering thighs, quickly, wetly, and quite satisfyingly.

She finished her meal, paid her tab, constantly working that supple, spectacular calf to the young man’s delight. She gathered her belongings and turned toward him to start the slide from the seat. His eyes met hers. She smiled an alluring smile. His jaw dropped.

“Did you get some good footage, young man?” she asked in a whisper, no one else hearing, her bright green eyes flashing behind her stylishly framed glasses.

“What? Foot…footage…what do you…” the young man stammered, aghast at being busted and stumbling badly to correct it.

“It’s quite all right, I’m flattered actually,” she smiled, leaning closer to him, her sweet breath on his face. “My calves are pretty muscular, I work at it pretty hard. It’s nice to be noticed. And you did notice.”

That wasn’t a question.

“I said,” she continued more sternly, maintaining her flashing smile. “You DID notice.”

The young man gulped, nodding slightly.

“I’m…I’m sorry…it’s canlı casino siteleri just…legs…they…”

“Drive you crazy, yes, I know, many men are like that?” she giggled, putting her warm hand on the young man’s forearm, delighting in his jumping reaction. “Don’t be sorry. Enjoy the footage.”

“En…joy?” he squeaked weakly.

“Oh, don’t be coy with me young man,” she laughed gently. “Yes, enjoy, enjoy looking at this rather remarkable, meaty, muscular calf as you…”

Boldly, she looked around to ensure no one was watching, and slipped a hand beneath his table, suddenly and completely squeezing his hard cock in his pants, the boy jumping. She laughed.

“Take matters into your OWN hand!” she hissed, releasing him.

She winked at him. His eyes bulged wider at her sexy permission giving. He nodded frantically, wishing her hand would finish him. Or her legs.

She stood to leave and leaned to him again.

“Get ’em on the way out,” she hissed. “They’re gorgeous when I walk!”

He nodded, sweat beading on his handsome face.

“And maybe we’ll meet again,” she cooed. “I have some…some special exercises for my calves that you’d be perfect to help me with…”

“Really?” he asked in a low gasp. “Like what?”

“You’ll see,” she laughed. “When I see if I can…squeeeeze you into my schedule!”

She strode away, those fisted calves erupting into sweet fleshy diamonds, the boy filming away.

Thinking of what her calves could – and would – do to the young man, or any suitable one, made her feel sexier than ever…

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A Night with Steve

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I’m going back around 11 years now. When both myself, and my ex-partner were experimenting with swinging. It was more his idea, than mine. But he was the only one I had ever made love to. And I wanted to know what it felt like to have another man inside me. We had arranged for a sitter so we could invite another lad round I’d been chatting too. I had met Steve through a website, and we got on very well. He had never done a three some before so agreed to meet with us.

I arranged for Steve to come round on a Tuesday night. So that night, both myself and my ex-partner. Let’s call him Eric. As he is my ex now, and I don’t think he would like his name mentioned. Decided on what would happen. He decided to sit back and let me take the lead with Steve and sit and watch first. To give Steve time to relax and get in the moment. I contacted Steve to let him know what was going to happen and he agreed. He confided that he was very nervous in meeting me and my ex together. I told him not to worry and if he didn’t want to carry on at any point there wasn’t any pressure to.

Tuesday night came and the kids were gone for the whole night. Both I and Eric took it in turns to have a bath. Both Eric and Steve preferred me to be clean shaven. The same way I like my guys to be too. So that’s what I did. I shaved every part I needed to; actually Eric helped me shave my pussy. Then finger fucked me while he cupped and sucked on my large breasts. He didn’t let me go to completion he said I had to save it for when Steve came. Pardon the pun. It was almost 7pm and Steve was due around 7.30pm. So Eric made his way downstairs so I could dress and put on my make-up. I dressed in a short black skirt, I felt nervous about getting naked in front of anyone else but Eric. A least with a skirt it could be lifted up. I put on a white sleeveless tight top for easy removal or an easy way to pop my big breasts over the top. When I say big I mean big like your head.

At 7.25pm there was a knock on the door.

I answered and Steve stood there half smiling and slightly shaking. I gave him a big reassuring smile as I let him walk past me. I introduced Eric to Steve and vice versa and made Steve a drink. He was driving so I made him a cup of coffee with a drop of whiskey in to calm his nerves. Eric decided to leave the room a while we got acquainted. Poor Steve looked as if he were about to faint he shook so much. I was nervous but Steve looked scared. We sat and chatted for a short while just about normal stuff, and work and friends until the subject got to sex and why we did swinging. I explained that neither Eric nor I had slept with other people and rather than eyes wonder and cheat that we would experiment together. When I think back I think Steve wanted that reassurance.

He leaned in to kiss me. I remember his lips tasted of coffee with that hint of whisky. I myself had, had a Bacardi and coke before he came casino oyna and it always goes straight to my head. But he kissed me so softly that my lips tingled. I could feel him shaking so I put my hand on his and went in to kiss him firmer; I opened his lips with the tip of my tongue to find his. And he responded with his. We lightly twirled them in time with our lips moving. He had begun to stop shaking so I clutched his hand to put it to my breast. He knew what to do he stopped kissing me and pulled down the front of my top. Revealing my lacy white bra he nibbled and sucked through the fabric. I felt between his legs and I could feel he was getting semi hard. So I swung myself round on to his lap so he could get better access to the breast he was nibbling. He pulled down the strap and jiggled the front of my bra. So my now hard red nipple was exposed over the top. He flicked it fast but lightly with his tongue. This sent quivers through my crotch. I kissed down his cheek to his neck and nibbled on his ear lobe. This made him suck harder. My nipple felt raw now and my other breast was eager to be released and receive the same attention. I pulled the other strap down and un-hooked the back and with one ping both my breasts dropped lower as the bra released them from their prison.

Steve cupped each one in his hands and pushed his face in them. My breasts are very soft and bouncy. And Steve explored them in their full delight. He turned his attention on to my other breast giving that nipple the same treatment he had given the other. I pulled Steve’s top up over his head. I then knelt on the floor so I could undo his jeans. Pulling them down, his hard on sprang out. Steve was more curved than Eric, slightly longer and slightly thinner, he was also cut. I had not come across a cut cock before so my mouth watered with the thought of licking and sucking him. I rose higher on my knees so I could rest my arms on his legs. He shuffled a little more forward so I could receive the full length of his cock.

I wet his cock with more of my saliva so I could keep it moist. I wanted to jerk him off before I let my lips touch. I let my hand slide up and down his shaft spreading my spit around his cock till it touched the base every now and then adding more saliva so he was well lubricated. Steve groaned and pushed upwards more with his pelvis. This gave me more of a perfect angle to wrap my lips round the tip. I touched him gently with my warm lips. Just letting them suckle around the tip, using my tongue just underneath his hood. Steve seemed to like this so I carried on gradually getting firmer and flicking faster with my tongue. I could hear his breathing heavier so I went in for the plunge. I sank my whole mouth down on his cock till it reached the back of my throat. This made Steve groan very loudly. He never, heard Eric come back in the room.

I repeated the motions on his cock going deeper and slot oyna faster keeping him wet so I slid over his uncut cock with ease it felt very different to Eric who still had his foreskin it also felt more hygienic in my mouth too. I could tell Steve was close to ejaculating so I pulled away. And reached for the condom I had left out ready. I slid it down over his cock and got back to my feet. I didn’t want him to see Eric sitting there so I straddled him guiding the tip of his cock to my now wet pussy. I lowered myself on to his tip to ease myself open before pushed further down with my weight; I gripped onto the back of the sofa and thrust my hips back and forth. As Steve got slapped in the face with my huge bouncy breasts. Building my rhythm up faster I could feel my juices running down around his balls. It didn’t take long for Steve to burst inside me as he came I pulled lightly on his hair kissing him softly as he groaned into my mouth.

After he recovered he realised Eric had come into the room to watch what was going on. Steve looked a bit daunted. But he got up to clean himself down. I could see Eric was rubbing himself through his trousers. So I offered him a helping hand while Steve was taking a break. Eric came up to me while I sat up right on the sofa. He had pulled his cock out of his bottoms and was poking my lips with it. I used the flat of my tongue to run down the vain underneath before taking Eric’s thick 6 inches deep. He held the back of my head to push me further down till he heard me gag. He released my head so I could take full control before I dove back down gently using my teeth. This made Eric wince and groan before his hot cum shot down my throat.

Steve re-entered the room just as I was sucking the remainder of Eric’s spunk from his cock and licking him clean. This made Steve erect again. So I proceeded in taking him back to my mouth. As I licked and sucked Steve’s cock back to his harden glory, Eric jerked off has he watched to make himself ready for me to suck and lick and face fuck him too. I took it in turns to face fuck both Steve and Eric. While I sucked and slurped one cock I jerked the other while they fondled my nipples. When both were ready, for me again. I slipped a condom over Steve’s cock and knelt on the sofa so he could take me in doggy. Eric had come round the front of me so I could continue being fed by his cock. As Eric’s helmet slid in and out of my hot mouth, saliva dripping down my breasts. Steve drilled me hard from behind. I could feel his helmet bouncing hard off my cervix making me suck harder on Eric. I could feel my pussy now getting really wet as Steve slid easily in and out gripping my hips. Eric pulled away from me so I could catch my breath. I buried my head deeper into the chair pushing my arse up to give Steve a better grip on my hips. I felt Eric lift up my skirt, smooth his hand over my buttocks rubbing it before I felt this sharp sting canlı casino siteleri on my rump. Eric had spanked me so hard I jolted. And with that spasm Steve shot his load inside me again.

Steve pulled out. He pulled off the condom and made his way round to my mouth. So I could taste him and lick him clean. Meanwhile Eric had entered me from behind and had continued to spank me hard making me groan loud as Steve knelt down to kiss me and taste himself. Eric held my hips still has he banged my pussy hard. I gripped as tight as I could so I could feel Eric slamming into me. I heard myself screaming out as thrust after thrust hit me hard and deep. Eric gripped hard on my hair and pulled my head back as he let out a loud groan, his cum covering my insides making them feel hot. He turned me over onto my back. They each gripped a breast and sucked hard on each nipple, I hadn’t cum yet and it was my turn. I can remember Steve being so relaxed now that he got up and straddled my face so I got full view of his cock. I opened my mouth eagerly so I could take him all the way to the back. This time I just kept my jaw still so Steve could face fuck me to his pleasure. Every now and then he made me gag till my eyes began to water. Without warning he shot his load over my lips, nose and almost an eye. And he helped me clean myself off.

Eric had been watching and jerking off. He nestled his head between my pussy so I could pull it apart there was a mixture of my juices and Eric’s cum glistening back at him. He licked right from the bottom to the top collecting it on the tip of his tongue then swallowed. Once he had tasted our mixed juices he licked round the outside of my clit now hard and tender. I felt myself jerk up in the chair as he repeated his action getting faster but keeping his tongue light. I felt so tender it was making me jump with every flick of his tongue. Eric pushed 2 fingers deep into the walls that were now swollen and tight flicking faster over my cunt. I could feel my orgasm building up slowly. Then a pair of hands on my breasts I looked up and saw Steve smiling at me while Eric worked his magic with his tongue. He knew exactly how I liked it, and it wouldn’t be long before I came. As I was close to climaxing. Eric stopped as he often did as this was a sign for me to ride his cock. He sat up right while I straddled him. Steve now watching, as I began to bounce up and down and thrust on his dick. I found the usual rhythm and no sooner as I had. My orgasm enraged me every contraction I felt, I fucked Eric’s cock harder until my body felt that familiar cold rush in my arms and legs. And the contractions stopped and I began to slow down.

I fell onto Eric’s shoulder to catch my breath. He kissed my neck and told me he loved me. After we had all recovered we all chatted for a while about the experience and Steve really enjoyed himself. We had planned to re arranged another meeting but it never happened. Steve was at university studying to be a nurse and not long later we put the swinging behind us. I have met Steve again since the split from Eric. We have fucked since and again he enjoyed himself.

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An Unusual Request

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I had an unusual request made of me at the last Masturbation Club session I attended. I had one of the men that is what I consider a “regular” at the noon sessions of the Masturbation Club ask me if he could lick my pussy juices off of my vibrator after I finished or orgasmed. The man made this request by note, which was handed to me by the guy stationed at the door of the hotel room where this particular noon session was happening. We “sign in” and place our donation just inside of the door of the room and that when the door guy handed me the note. I read it and looked around the room. The man that submitted the request waved at me from across the room. I stood there and thought a minute and decided, why not? I nodded yes to him and then found where I wanted to settle in for my masturbatory indulgence.

I have to admit, I was a bit more turned on knowing that I would be handing over my vibrator to this guy to lick and suck my pussy juices when I was done…I think my pussy got a bit more juicy!!!! I know it turned me on a bit more to know that this guy was watching me and patiently waiting for me to orgasm before he would come over and I would hand him my pussy juice covered vibrator. The man was already naked and indulging in some yanking of his own hard cock. I hoped he enjoyed my masturbatory casino oyna show…I know I was enjoying the whole scenario. I’m calling it an added incentive for this particular session.

It didn’t take me long to get myself into position and get myself off. I laid there a moment as I withdraw my vibrator which was all covered with my juices. The man took his cue and made his way over to where I was laying. I held up the vibrator to him and then I sat up. He sat down on the floor next to me and began to admire the juice-covered vibrator. He took his time, savoring the odiferous qualities, then ever so slowly he ran his tongue up and down the shaft of my vibrator. I was mesmerized by his deliberate licking and then, the piece de resistance, he then took the vibrator into his mouth just like he was sucking a cock!! I felt my pussy tingle with excitement, this was much hotter than I had anticipated. Nothing turns me on more than a man suck another man’s cock. This would be the next best turn on, watching a man suck a cock-like vibrator like it was a real cock. Holy Crap, this was incredibly HOT!!!!!

This man took that vibrator and savored it like it was a real cock. I was so turned on, I began fingering my pussy which was already dripping again with excitement. It didn’t take me long to slot oyna start moaning and groaning by my own hand, which only spurred the man on with his licking and sucking of my vibrator. I didn’t realize it but, the rest of the room was pretty much mesmerized by the show this man and I were providing. I gasped as I orgasmed and pulled my fingers from my pussy, my fingers dripping with my cum. The man licking and sucking my vibrator clean from my first orgasm stopped and put the vibrator down, then very softly, asked if he could please have the pleasure of cleaning my hand and fingers? I held up my cum soaked fingers of the hand I had used to masturbate myself to a second climax and as though he was handling a piece of china, the guy started kissing my cum soaked fingers. I felt little tingles begin running down to my hot, wet pussy. This was so fabulously erotic AND exciting!!! Maybe because it was so impromptu, whatever it was, I was totally hooked and didn’t want to stop until we both, as well as everyone still there had the benefit of every incredible orgasmic pleasure. The guy continued his kissing, then began licking each and every finger of that hand, then he very slowly and seductively began to suck each finger. I took my vibrator from the table he had set it down on and put it back in my canlı casino siteleri pussy, turning it on and began fucking myself with my toy while this guy sucked my fingers.

It didn’t take long but as the guy let go of my hand, I leaned back on the bed and gave in to yet another orgasm by my toy. I had NEVER indulged myself to two much less three orgasms within an hour’s time in my life!!! As I enjoyed the tingling jolts of pleasure from this last orgasm, the guy very quietly asked if he could again, lick and suck my vibrator clean. I nodded for him to go ahead and laid there and watched as he began his cleaning of my toy once again covered in my pussy juices. I enjoyed watching him lick and suck my toy while he yanked on his own hard cock. I was spent and done with my masturbatory indulges for the time being. I was engrossed in watching this man now pleasure and please himself by his own hand. I watched as the head of his cock peaked out of the hand he used to move up and down the rigid shaft. It took about 10 minutes until the guy laid down my now tongue cleaned toy and he gave in to his own orgasmic eruption. I watched as the creamy jism shot out of the eye of his cockmeat and all over his chest and covering his hand. I loved watching his body writhe and spasm as he lightened his grip and eased through the final shudders of his climax.

What can I say, this was one of the most unusual requests I’ve had in a while. Yet, it was one of the most rewarding masturbatory sessions I’ve enjoyed since joining the Masturbation Club.

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An Experiment in Pleasure

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She was lying down. Her left leg was up on the back of the sofa. Her right leg was bent and spread open, giving her thoughts of her lover as she laid there. The room was warm so she did not need to cover herself as she laid there touching herself, dreaming of him. She opened the bottle of her lubricant and drizzled the cold, slippery liquid along her already-wet pussy and down to her waiting ass. She shivered at the coolness of it and at the anticipation of the fucking she was about to give herself.

She lifted her beaded wand and ran the end with the larger beads along the opening of her wet cunt, teasing it. She then rubbed it straight down to her puckered ass hole. She circled it several times then ever-so-slowly she put pressure on it. After a bit of effort, her hole began to accept the large bead. She gasped as the bead popped into her body. She immediately pressed the next to her ass and in a moment of heated need, she shoved the next bead in. *PoP* She bit her lip casino siteleri and moaned as the bead penetrated her body. Without thinking, she pressed the third and fourth beads inside her greedy ass.

She stopped to catch her breath. Her pussy was absolutely throbbing with the need to be fucked. She bent the long wand in half and ran the other tip along the lips of her pussy then pressed the four small beads of the other end into her pulsing cunt. With only one large bead exposed between her ass and her pussy she lay there wishing desperately that Lover was there to watch her play. She pinched the one exposed bead and shook it a bit, causing a delicious vibration throughout her pussy and ass.

Unable to take much more, she viciously ripped the small beads from her needy pussy and began to tug at the beads in her ass. She wanted to experiment a bit. She pulled at the wand and would allow the large bead to just barely come to the opening of her ass hole and she would slot oyna use her muscles to keep it from leaving her body as she continued to pull at it from the outside. The tension was incredible. She repeated this several times. Then with a pop, she allowed the bead to exit her.

The next bead was a different sensation. She would drag it slowly from her body until she thought she couldn’t take it much longer, then she would shove it back in. Then sloooooooowly pull it out again and shove it in again. She repeated this action until she almost came, but she was not ready and she knew that if Lover was with her, he would want her to wait.

By now her ass was so very ready to be fucked. She added more of the lubricant to the beads that were exposed and she began to vigorously run the wand in and out of her body. The vibration of this action put her in a frenzy. If Lover had been with her, she would have bitten his shoulder very hard. That thought alone made her want to cum. canlı casino siteleri She reached for her vibrator and turned it on in anticipation, and in one sudden movement, she ripped the beads from her ass and pressed the vibrator to her throbbing clit as hard as she could.

Once she’d taken as much of that as she could, she calmed herself and decided to play with the various settings on the vibrator. She used the slow and fast pulsating settings. They affected her more than she thought they would. She thought she was going to go insane by this point, so she decided it was time to bring herself to a climax. She turned the toy to its highest setting and she held it to her clit. It was almost instantaneous when her orgasm washed over and through her body. Her pussy greedily fucked her toy. She moaned and called out for her Lover. She wanted so much for him to be there to finish this for her. Her body ached for him.

Slowly she came to her senses and got up from the sofa. She was satiated for the time and feeling well-fucked. She smiled to herself in the bathroom mirror as she cleaned her toys. She crawled into her bed a few minutes later and fell asleep with thoughts of her Lover on her mind.

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