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This is a work of complete fantasy. No one in this narrative bares any resemblance to a real person. I thank my friend Jayne for her editing, and her ability to tell me the truth about not going too far off the deep end. This chapter will be under lesbian sex, but any further ones may be under a different category, depending on how the story unfolds. This is my first attempt at writing, I hope you enjoy it, but I take criticism well. There is no one under 18 involved in any sexual activity in this narrative

As I walked in the door I knew I was in trouble. Not only was it after 3 in the morning, but the door to Prisha and Jason’s bedroom was open, lights off. I had no idea where they were, and why they would not be in bed.

I should fill in a little more of the story. My name is Mia I am celebrating my 18th birthday. Prisha was my babysitter when I was small and she and I continued to be friends even as I got older. I was even a junior bridesmaid then she and Jason got married about 4 years ago. I have been living with them for almost a year now, having escaped my father’s abuse.

I was visiting Prisha one day and she could tell something was wrong. She pushed me to tell her what was wrong, and I finally gave in. I told her the whole story, and that I knew my life was screwed up, I did not see any options for me. She immediately called my mom and told her that I would be staying overnight. This was not uncommon, so mom gave her permission.

The next morning I woke up late, panicked because I was late for school. Prisha brought me breakfast and told me not to worry, she had called the school and told them I would not be there, and had also called in sick to work. As I ate she talked and told me that she wanted me to come live with them. I said there was no way that my father would OK that. Her plan was to get my stuff and then tell him that if he came after me she would report him to the police, and tell his boss. She said the best way to deal with a bully is to call them on it.

I got dressed and we went to my house. I gathered up all my belonging, and loaded them into her car. Then Prisha wrote a note to my parents and put it on the dresser. We locked the door and I left the only home I had ever known. It was horrible, but unlike the past I did not know what was ahead.

A month later things had settled in. I had my own room and bathroom and living with Prisha and Jason was amazing. They were both up early an hour of exercise and breakfast together for all 3 of us. They left for work and I left for school. I didn’t ever hear from my father and I got a few texts from mom all saying she was fine. I did notice that one door in the house was locked, but it was a small door that looked like it hadn’t been used in years so it really didn’t matter. Still I was curious, after all I was 17.

Prisha talked to me practically every night about my feelings what I wanted in life. For some reason I felt like I could talk with her, and told her everything she asked. She tried to convince me that none of the abuse was my fault, and that I needed to regain power over my life. She told me a lot about her life leading up to her current position as a CIO of a Fortune 500 firm. She had an amazing calm power about her. I envied her. With her help I cleaned up my act and found a side of me I had never known, or at least had forgotten. I loved living with them; they were the perfect mix of parental control and allowing me to be who I was.

About a month before my 18th birthday Jason went out of town for 3 weeks. The 3rd night he was gone I knocked on Prisha’s bedroom door about an hour after she had gone to bed. I was feeling lonely and just needed to know there was another person around. She let me in and we sat and talked. The next thing I knew I was waking up next to her as the alarm went off at 5.

We got up and went through our normal daily routine only to find ourselves back in her room that night. It was like having a big sister who knew everything. We talked for hours and then snuggled up together and fell asleep. By the time Jason came back I was beginning to love the feel of her soft skin against mine. And I started to get turned on by the thought of sex with another woman.

On my birthday I decided to find out if these feelings were more than just abstract. I told Prisha and Jason I was going out with friends for my birthday and would likely spend the night at one of their houses. I figured I would be home late, and could just say I changed my mind.

I decided to go to a lesbian bar across town where I would not know anyone. I felt better about myself than I had in years. The power of Prisha seemed to be rubbing off on me. I went to the bar and ordered my first legal drink. I looked at the bartender and she seemed to be undressing me with her eyes. I felt so powerful, knowing she wanted me.

I stepped away from the bar and looked around the room. There were women shapes and sizes, ethnicities and looks. I felt my body start to respond. My panties would have been soaked, except I had decided to leave canlı bahis şirketleri them in the Uber.

As I stood there an intimidating woman almost my mother’s age came up to me and ran her hand up my leg under my micro mini skirt and across my naked ass. I turned to her and as she started to speak, I slapped her across the face hard enough that she staggered back. I turned and walked away without looking back. From the other side of the bar I again looked over the room. Then I saw her. Not someone that most people would call beautiful, but exactly what I was looking for.

She was small, only about 5 feet tall with smaller tits and the most gorgeous green eyes I had ever seen. Her dark skin was so smooth that it looked like it was made of porcelain. I walked over to her and put my hand on her shoulder. She relaxed at my touch and leaned in to accept my kiss. I asked her if she wanted to leave with me and her only words to me were that she could not wait that long. We went into the bathroom and into one of the stalls. She knelt before me and lifted my skirt and licked my soaked cunt. My body which had been totally relaxed immediately responded.

My juices flowed as she pushed her tongue farther into me. She shifted under me and I felt her fingers move lightly across my ass. She put 2 fingers inside my cunt and when they were covered in my juices she slid them deep in my ass. I moaned as my orgasm built then suddenly it came, washing over me as I screamed in pleasure.

When I recovered she was looking in my eyes. I knew that look, it was pure lust the same that I felt. She kissed me lightly on the lips and backed out of the stall. I sat down on the closed toilet, unable to stand. I liked my lips and tasted my juices she had left from our kiss. As I sat there a woman opened the stall door and closed it behind her.

She raised her skirt as she came closer and I saw her shaved pussy lips pouty and glistening with her arousal. My tongue lightly grazed her swollen lips. The taste had my head swimming. My pussy was leaking down my legs but all I was focused on was getting her off. I had to taste her cum. I knew what I liked and just let that be my guide. She was building slowly so I added fingers to the onslaught and as my first girl had done to me I slipped a finger in her ass and nibbled lightly on her clit. “Harder,” she begged, and as I bit down she exploded. I sucked her pussy lips into my mouth and drank all her juices.

She stepped back and turned to walk out. I grabbed her hand and spun her around. She looked at me and smiling said, “Only one, that’s all you get.” I looked at her for a moment, and then let her go.

When she left I stood up and walked out into the bathroom. I looked at my face and it was someone I didn’t know. I had been used by this woman, just like I was used the woman before her. My face was a picture of lust and all I wanted was more. Her cum was on my face and I loved it, and my pussy juice was starting to dry on my legs.

My hand automatically went under my skirt and I started to rub my pussy, just a light rub, teasing myself. I found out a lot about myself, I liked to be in control and also to lose control. I did not know what that meant, but I wanted more. I took off my blouse and removed my bra, putting my blouse back on, tucking it in but not buttoning it. Running my fingers through my hair, I walked out into my new life.

By the time I left the bar I had licked or been licked by more than 10 woman. After a while I did not care who they were or what they wanted me to do. My body was on fire. I called for an Uber requesting a female driver. I sat in the back seat, but made sure that she could see me playing with my over stimulated cunt. I saw her smile as I came again leaking juices onto the seat. I turned and licked the seat, savoring the taste of my cum.

As we pulled up to the house, she got out of the car and held the door open for me. I grabbed her and pulled her in for a hard kiss, my tongue dancing in her mouth. I know she could taste my juices. Then I turned and walked away, leaving her breathless.

As I walked in the house I knew I should immediately clean up and go to bed, hopefully they would not find out what happened. They were so good to me and I did not want to let either of them down. But I liked being with women and I knew that a normal “grow up, get married, have kids etc life” was not for me.

When I past their bedroom the door was open I knew there was something going on. And then I noticed it, there was a sliver of light under the locked door. I knew it was wrong, but I tried the door. It didn’t open, but a buzzer went off. I froze in place unsure of what to do. Almost immediately I heard someone coming up steps.

The door burst open and I saw Prisha come through the door. But it was not the Prisha I knew. The first thing I noticed was that she was taller than I was. Her normal 5 foot 2 inch frame was perched on heels and platforms that added more than 8 inches to her petite frame. The shoes ended in leather straps that wound canlı kaçak iddaa all the way up her legs.

I made myself look at her face, her hair, normally very professional, was covered in a red wig, spiked straight out. The leather collar she wore had spikes, and there were 4 small chains attached to her leather body suit. The chains ended in alligator clips attached to her nipples and her pussy lips. Her nipples, hard as rocks stuck out of holes in the suit which ended just above her glistening, shaved pussy. She looked like the ultimate dominatrix, including a bull whip in one hand. Her normally soft green eyes had fire in them, as she looked through a black leather mask.

She looked me over, cum covered and reeking of sex. My eyes immediately lowered, and I dropped to my knees, wanting her to take me, punish me, and fuck me.

“I thought you were trying to take control of your life,” she said to me. There was an intensity to her voice that I had never heard. “Now clean yourself up and we will talk in the morning.” I was humiliated but as I tried to say something she just turned and went back into the basement, locking the door behind her.

I went to my room and fell into bed, hoping for sleep, but all I could think about was her, as my hands went back to my cunt. My fingers entered my pussy, one then three and then my whole fist, my body wracked with pleasure and guilt. Finally I fell asleep, uncovered with my ragged skirt still on.

The next morning I woke up late, a little disoriented. I staggered to the shower and let the hot water poor over my aching body. I was still tired, and my mind had not really been able to process what had happened to me in the past 24 hours. I had gone from a person who did not understand my sexuality to one who was licking cunts in a public bathroom.

I wrapped up in my soft robe; my hair wrapped in a towel and went downstairs to have something to eat. As I walked in the kitchen I saw Prisha doing some cleaning. She smiled at me and asked me if I wanted some lunch. I noticed the clock and saw that I had slept in until almost noon. While she made me some eggs I sat and tried to figure out how the inevitable conversation would go. As we sat and ate she took a deep breath and started to talk.

“What you saw last night was something that we knew would eventually come out. With 3 of us living in the house we knew it was just a matter of time. Jason is a closet submissive while I am a dominant. Early on in our relationship we realized what a perfect pair we were. We started playing long before we got married and have continued ever since.”

She stopped for a minute and then continued, “When I asked you to move in we agreed that we would have to hold off on our playing in the house and we put a lock and a sensor on the special room we build in the basement of the house when we bought it. We have had a few nights away that we have enjoyed but we felt it was important to keep you from it for the time being.”

“Last night when you said you were going to be gone for the night we could not help it anymore. When you came home and set off the sensor we were in the middle of a scene that would be hard to understand. That is why I snapped at you. I have now calmed down and I want to talk to you about what you saw and what we do going forward. When you finish eating I will show you the basement. Jason is gone for the day but will be back tonight and we can speak to him then.”

I looked at her; my expression must have shown my shock because she continued, “This is nothing to be scared of. Sexuality is different for different people and as you get older you will understand what you enjoy, and then you can find someone that shares your preferences. When you do, you may have found the person you want to spend your life with.”

We finished our lunch in silence. When we finished she suggested that I change clothes and she would show me the basement. I quickly put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and joined her back in the kitchen. She asked if I was ready, and with a little shudder I followed her down the stairs. We walked into what can only be called a dungeon.

Before I got to the bottom of the stairs, I stopped and looked around the room. Many of the pieces in the room I did not understand and could not comprehend what they could be for. But on one side of the room was something that I could not misinterpret. It was a giant steel X, with cuffs for both wrists and ankles. The cross was covered in black leather which was well worn, obviously used many times. On the opposite wall was a rack that contained more whips, cuffs and dildos than I had ever seen. The cold looking tile floor made the room almost look like a medieval doctor’s office but with instruments of torture rather than heeling.

“This is our playroom,” she said. “When Jason starts down the stairs he becomes a toy for me to play with. Sometimes it is just the 2 of us; sometimes we have brought others to join. But no matter what, I am in charge. We play safely; Jason has a safe word but has never used it. canlı kaçak bahis He can take all the punishment and pain I can give and beg for more. Outside of this room he is an executive. He has an entire company working for him and shareholders that have given him that OK to run the company as he sees fit. But in here, he is my fucktoy, just an object for me to play with and share as I see fit.”

She stopped to let what she said sink in. Finally she told me what I wanted to hear, “As of today you will learn how control can be held over someone. I will be your teacher.”

I looked at her in shock, I had no idea she would let me in to this part of her life. “Are you ready”, she asked? I nodded, not really sure of what was coming but knowing that she would take care of me no matter what. She was a second mother to me, but was also the sexiest woman I knew. She looked into my eyes and said, “And so we begin.”

She moved me to the middle of the room and told me to put my hands above my head. As I did she reached up and pulled down a set up cuffs that hung from the ceiling that I had not noticed. Before I knew it my wrists were cuffed and she was pulling up on the rope that not only raised my arms but pulled them apart. When they were fully outstretched she tied the rope off, leaving me helpless. She came up in front of me and with wicked eyes, the same ones I had seen last night.

She reached behind her back and pulled out a wicked looking blade. The blade shimmered in the light. She leaned in and said “Your safe word is red. Any time you use it, everything stops.” Just as I wondered what was going to happen she began to cut the front of my t-shirt, allowing the back of the blade to trace down my body. I was scared but the feel of the cold steel went straight to my pussy. My juices began to flow, soaking my panties. She finished with the shirt and began to cut my jeans, still tracing down my skin. By this time my pussy juice ran down my leg. She knelt in front of me and finished cutting down to my leg, then in one quick motion slit the other jean leg and pulled them from me. She stared at my panties, and then swiftly cut them away as well. I was now naked in front of her, with her mouth only inches from my shaved cunt.

She looked up into my eyes, the passion clearly visible in her eyes. Then slowly she leaned in and lightly licked my lips. I thrust my hips forward trying to get more pressure, but she immediately spanked my ass hard. Tears welled up in my eyes as she looked up and said, “Control, it’s all about control.” I relaxed as she went back to licking my pussy. I was incredibly turned on but this time let her take me as she wanted to. After spending time just on my lips, she nibbled on my clit, and then slow ran her tongue around it. I felt my passion growing, and she pushed her tongue inside my lips. I was in heaven as I felt my orgasm build. She fucked me with her tongue acting like a little cock, ramming in and out of my now drooling cunt.

Then suddenly I came, screaming out in passion and ecstasy. It was unlike anything I had ever felt, to explode, but know that it was in love as well as lust. I hung from the ropes, unable to stand. She slowly got to her feet and loosened the cuffs. My arms collapsed and she caught me as I started to fall. Very slowly and lovingly she lowered me to the ground. I expected the tile to be cold but the heated floor made my skin glow with warmth. Prisha put a small pillow under my head and sat beside me, stroking my face and hair. “Round one is complete, but I can tell you will be ready for more very soon,” she whispered.

I either slept or passed out because the next thing I knew I was on a bed. I looked around and realized that this must be a separate room in the basement that I had not seen. The room was completely white, with soft rose colored lighting that made me feel warm and comfortable. Prisha was still next to me but she had changed out of her clothes and into a soft robe. I snuggled into her as she continued to stroke my head. “Tell me what you want,” she whispered softly.

Instead of an answer I reached into her robe and softly rubbed her breast. Sensing my need she untied her robe and let it fall open. I gasped at her body, perfect in every way. I raised my head and began to suck on her breast, lightly running my tongue across her swelling nipple. She shifted a little so I could reach the other and I continued my kisses. I felt as if I was feeding on her energy through her breasts. My movements became more and more urgent as our passion rose. I moved my hands down her body, lightly touching her stomach, then her waist, and finally settling into her beautiful pussy. Keeping my touch light, I remembered what she said about control.

Everything in my body wanted to push my fingers deep inside her, but I knew if I took my time her orgasm would be so much more and I would be rewarded. Slowly I worked my fingers across her slit, never letting go of her breasts as I suckled her like a hungry child. Then she looked at me, and I knew it was time for more. I worked one and then 2 and finally 3 fingers inside her, making sure that my touch was always soft, but gaining urgency as I went. Remembering the nipple clamps I saw her with last night, I slowly bit down on the now hard nipples. I was rewarded with a huge moan.

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Harriet Burnside is a luscious black-haired beauty, 35 years old, and recently widowed. Her husband, Ben, had crashed his luxury SUV two years ago and died, along with the three high class hookers that were his passengers. Ben was a very successful heart surgeon, very handsome and not immune to the charms of the many women who find money and power irresistible in a man; many of the staff nurses had been among his conquests. Since he was legally drunk at the time, their insurance company had fought the widow tooth and nail, finally settling for just enough to allow Harriet to pay-off the car Ben had been driving, his funeral expenses, and little else. Unknown to Harriet, Ben was also a degenerate gambler and liked to treat his “lady friends” to the best of everything; this left the young widow in financial straits even though she made $40.00/hr as an RN. Ben’s family had never really accepted her, and except for a trust fund for their 5 yr old, Kaley’s, college education, they had not felt compelled to help her with the huge outstanding bills their darling son had run-up.

Ben was a few levels above Harriet’s “station”; he was a Stanford-educated cardiac surgeon and she, though a college grad, was a lowly RN; that had mattered not a whit to the pampered, highly-sexed son of privilege: what DID matter was her 42DD-28-40 physique. None of those willowy, pinch-faced high-society brats for Ben; he preferred his women with abundant curves, not the “no hips, flat ass” types like Cameron Diaz or Paris Hilton. Harriett was quite striking besides, and it hadn’t taken long for the playboy doctor to woo, then illegal bahis bed, then wed the tremendously-stacked young nurse, much to the chagrin of his family.

Harriet had ben taught the kinkier side of sex by the high-ranking son of a multi-millionaire: light bondage, three-ways (Both MMF and MFF), submission, and, of course, anal sex. The last was his favorite. He delighted in reaming his big-butted wife’s back-door with his 10″ cock-staff, then stuffing it in her mouth for a thorough cleaning. That had ended when he died; Harriett had been so busy working, taking acre of her children, and grieving that she’d had a sexual relationship in 13 months, after her fling with a doctor who worked at the same hospital and since the birth of her youngest daughter.

The rift between Harriett and the high-and-mighty Burnside’s had increased ten-fold when Harriett’s fling with a married staff cardiologist had resulted in the birth of an out-of-wedlock daughter, Megan. The heart surgeon had sworn that he would leave his wife and marry Harriett, and for a few months assisted the widow with pre-natal expenses; then, one day, Harriett had arrived at work to discover that the bastard had finangled a position in France as Chief of Staff in Paris’ most prestigious hospital, leaving Harriett in the lurch. The baby was now 13 months old, and though things were a bit tough, the mother of two was managing to keep her small family’s head’s above water. She hadn’t spoken to her in-laws in months, and her many calls to ask for help had gone unanswered. Her tenuous financial situation had taken a dramatic turn for illegal bahis siteleri the worse when her newborn daughter, Megan, had gotten sick six weeks ago and Harriett, battling valiantly to keep the creditors at bay, was reduced to calling her mother-in-law one last time to plead for assistance. Marian Burnside, the haughty matriarch of the wealthy family had told her in the coldest, most un-sympathetic voice possible: “The Burnside’s feel no responsibility WHATSOEVER to assist you with the care of your bastard whelp, as you saw fit to dishonor our son’s memory with your slatternly behavior. Really, dear; you must have no morals or sense of decency at all if you expect our help after your shabby, common behavior

…yes, we are aware that the father of the child is a MARRIED MAN, who has apparently not seen fit to support the poor innocent…perhaps he has doubts about its paternity?…at any rate, please don’t phone again, or I’ll be forced to speak to the hospital administrator …as you know, he is a long-time friend of the family. Good day”.

Her prayers had been answered when Donnie, a hospital orderly, had approached her a week before with a plan to make some money with what he’d described as a “fool proof” plan: Harriett, instead of injecting a patient with the prescribed amount of morphine, would retain a cc or two in the syringe, pocket it, and then turn the drug over to Donnie, who would sell the narcotic through his street contacts. Ninety percent of the patients were elderly or unconscious most of the time, and would never know that they hadn’t gotten all of their morphine. canlı bahis siteleri There would be no discrepancy in the sign-out sheet for the drug cabinet, as the pilferage would come from medicine already PRESCRIBED…fool-proof, right?

Since part of Harriett’s duties were to inject anywhere from 20-30 patients per day, saving-back a cc per injection, she was able to turn-over 30 cc of the potent narcotic per day, along with 20 tablets of Demerol. She felt guilty about what she was doing, but justified it by telling herself that she was doing it for her children. She was shaken from her by a page: “Nurse Burnside, please report to the Head Nurse; Nurse Burnside, report to the Head Nurse stat…..” Harriett debated whether she should make a pit-stop in the nurse’s locker-room to use her breast-pump; her enormous breasts were so heavy with milk that they were beginning to ache. Megan hadn’t nursed as much during her illness, and the day had been so hectic that the dark-haired beauty hadn’t had time to relieve herself of her live-giving burden. Harriett was reminded of this fact by the nagging ache in her shoulders and back; she’d worn a 42DD bra before the birth of her children; after Kaley, she’d changed to a 44D; Megan’s birth required an up-grade to her present 44EE. Though many of her girlfriends envied her massive jugs, they might reconsider if they had to lug such monsters around all day. She was about to detour to the nurse’s locker room when the call came over the intercom a second time. She decided to see what the Head Nurse, Irinia Kalenko, wanted before expressing her milk. It shouldn’t take that long, anyway…then, blessed relief…

I plan on continuing this story further in future chapters.

This is one of my first efforts at writing, so please take that into consideration. Thanks to Patty Parker for her assistance.

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I travel frequently, staying in hotel after hotel. I was going to be in the area of one of my closest friends, so I called him up to see if I could stay with him for three or four nights. He was more than happy to have the company. Joe and I have known each other for more than fifteen years, we are both 38, average height and weight, beginning to get a little pudgy. We both have brown hair, and brown eyes. I am slightly taller than he is and he is slightly heavier than I am. And though we have shared hotel rooms at conferences, we work for the same company though in different capacities, I have seen him in various states of undress, and even though I have had several bi experiences, there has never been anything the least bit sexual between us.

After I arrived, we went out to eat and had a few drinks, we then returned to his house and decided to shoot a few games of pool. I went to the guest room and changed into my boxers and a t-shirt, the usual attire for hotel rooms when you have a roommate, and went to met up with Joe in the basement. He was not down there yet, so I racked up the balls and begin to take a few practice shots. When he came down, he too had changed into a t-shirt, however his choice of underwear was tighty-whities. Of course, this caused a great deal of teasing, which he took well.

After several games, and several more beers, the basement was beginning to get a little warm. We both we sweating slightly and not playing pool well at all. He said that the vents that supplied the AC to the basement had been damaged during some remodeling, so he went to get a fan from his garage. While he was gone, I removed my shirt and was racking the balls up in just my boxers when he came back down.

He was sweating much heavier; apparently it was very hot in the garage. His tighty-whities were clinging to his butt cheeks, and his cock was clearly outlined, as was his dark patch of pubic hair.

“I see you’ve gotten more comfortable,” he said, bending over to plug in the fan.

Of course, his bending over made his underwear cling even tighter, as well as slide towards his crack. “Well, if I was in a hotel room, I’d be butt naked by now!” I replied, taking a wobbly shot at the three ball.

He stood up and adjusted the fan to that it faced the pool table, his back towards me, “I told you, you can make yourself comfortable, my house is your house.”

I wasn’t sure if that was a hint or if it was a joke. So I quickly replied, “Ah, I hate being naked by myself.”

He was walking back towards the table, picking up his pool stick, smiling he said, “Well, we might look pretty funny playing pool naked, what would people say!”

I smiled back and asked, “What people? There’s nobody around here and I don’t think either of us would tell.”

He handed me another beer from the fridge and leaned over to take his shot. As he stood back up, I could tell that the heat, the alcohol and the hinting at getting naked was having a slight affect on him, his cock was swollen a bit, stretching the clinging underwear. That was when I realized that my own cock was beginning to swell slightly too. My silk boxers would hide me for the time being, but I needed to change my thoughts to something else, or I would soon be tenting.

Now, I don’t have a huge cock, it is just over seven and one-half inches long and about two and one-half inches wide. I keep my crotch and ass completely smooth and I have a great tan, with no tan lines.

Joe appeared to have a slightly smaller cock, of course it was hard to tell without him being fully erect, and he had a medium patch of dark hair just above his cock. He has no tan whatsoever, so his white briefs blending in with his white skin. güvenilir bahis I also notice he had very body hair, his legs were almost hairless except for strands on his thighs.

After a few more shots, I decided to broche the subject again. “I see you decided not to get naked,” I said, leaning over to take a shot at the seven ball.

“Well, you didn’t get naked, now did ya?” He quipped back.

“Oh, I didn’t realize I had to go first,” I said, then I laid my pool stick on the table and slid my boxers over my hips, then let them fall to the floor, where I gently stepped out of them, then tossed them on the couch.

There was no hiding my excitement now, my cock was three quarters hard and growing. I smiled and said, “Your turn, and I don’t mean to shoot.”

I then turned back and took my next shot, my hardening cock bouncing against the pool table. I watched out of the corner of my eye and saw him staring at my butt, but he didn’t make a move to finish undressing.

I missed my shot and stepped away, “Your turn, for both now!” I said, as he just stood there watching me. He blinked several times, then slid his underwear off and tossed them next to mine. His cock was fully erect, and appeared to be about the same size, maybe just a little shorter and a bit thicker than mine. He then walked over and took his next shot.

He had to lean way over the table, and I got a great view of his bubble butt. It appeared to also be hairless, or at the least had very soft, pale hairs. As he stretched, lifting one leg, I could see his tight pink butt hole. Of course, he missed and then I finished up the game sinking the eight and nine balls.

We sat on the couch and drank another beer, both of use casually checking out the other. After about fifteen minutes of being naked together, I decided to make a move.

“Let’s play another game of nine-ball, only with a twist this time,” I suggested.

He grinned and replied, “What did you have in mind?”

I cleared my throat and explained, “Well, the loser has to suck off the winner.”

If it were possible for him to have gotten any whiter in the face, he would have! He took a big drink of beer then asked, “Are you serious?”

“Sure,” I started, “Look, we are both horny as hell, we’re naked, we’ve both had blow jobs before, and I’m sure we’ve both messed with guys before, or at least I know I have.”

“Really? When? What did you do?” he asked, with a continued look of shock on his face.

“In high school and college, and even a few times since then, you know just experimenting with friends, roommates, shit like that.” I was now concerned I’d gone too far. “Didn’t you?” I asked.

He took another swig of his beer then said, “Yea, a couple of times in college, but that was a very long time ago and we really only took turns jerking each other off.”

“I see, so think of this as a chance to try something new,” I said, walking over to the table and racking up the nine balls.

“You really want to play for a blow job? All the way to cumming in the mouth and everything?” He asked, moving from the couch to the pool table.

I smiled; I had him now, “Sure. I mean, I guess if the loser doesn’t want to swallow, he can take the load on the face. That okay?”

“Sure, I mean, I guess,” he seemed embarrassed, but his cock wasn’t. It actually seemed harder now than before, and mine was at full staff too, and beginning to leak a little precum. When I noticed this, I squeezed my cock, forcing more of the clear liquid to the tip and then with my finger, I wiped it off and licked my finger clean.

He just stared at me for a second then asked, “Do you like that?”

I looked puzzled, “What? Licking türkçe bahis my precum?”

He just nodded.

“Sure I do, don’t you ever try yours?”

He shook his head no, so I squeezed my cock again, putting another big drop onto my finger, and then I walked over to him and held it up to his lips.

“What? You want me to lick that off your finger?” he asked.

I nodded, “come on, it won’t hurt you I promise.” I then put my finger on his lips. He opened his mouth and licked the precum off of my finger.

“See, not bad at all,” I said, and then prepared to break.

“No, actually it’s pretty good,” he then squeezed his own cock producing even more than I had, then he wiped it up with two fingers and licked his fingers clean. “Yep, pretty good stuff.”

We then started the game. Since we were both more than half drunk and extremely horny, we neither one played well. Finally, we were down to the last two balls when Joe, sunk the eight and had a pretty fair shot at the nine. I was prepared to get on my knees and suck him off, when he scratched!

I smiled, got the cue ball and placed it in perfect position to sink the nine, then I looked at him and said, “Well, I guess this means you get to decide whether or not you’ll swallow or take it in the face.”

He looked terrified, and only replied, “Yea, looks like it.”

Just as I started to shoot, I stopped and said, “Tell you what; I’ll make you a deal.”

“Double or nothing?” he said, smiling, his hand lightly stroking his cock.

“No, afraid not, but, how about we call it even and we give each other a blow job, you know, get in the good ole sixty nine position and just do each other.” I said, laying my stick on the table and stroking my cock with the other hand.

“You serious?” He asked, “Cause, you are obviously going to win the game.”

I nodded, “Yea, I’m serious, besides, we can always play again tomorrow, after work, then I could kick your ass and not be half wasted.”

He smiled back, “So, tomorrow if you win I get to just suck you, that your master plan?”

I stepped towards him, and placed my hand on his cock, he jumped, but didn’t try to move me away. I grasped his cock tightly and started to slide my hand back and forth, and then I looked him in the eye and said, “No, tomorrow we will play for who gets to fuck who in the ass.”

His eyes went wide and I could feel his cock swell even more! I then said, “Now, do we have a deal or do I make this game winning shot and watch you suck me off?”

He swallowed hard and said, “Let’s go upstairs to my room.”

I released his cock and we bounded up the stairs and down the hall to his room. Once there, he turned and said, “Okay, how should we do this?”

I climbed onto the bed, laying on my back, my cock sticking straight up with its gentle banana curve. Once settled, I said, “Okay, now you climb up here and straddle my chest, this way, if you decide you don’t want my cum in your mouth, you can pull off easily.”

He climbed on the bed, and took the position I had suggested. He was on all fours now and his cock was just inches above my mouth. My cock, just inches below his mouth. I reached up and gently placed my hands around his waist and began to pull him towards me. Once he realized what I was doing, he began to slide his knees beside my head and he lowered his open mouth towards my cock.

I reached up and took hold of his cock, gently pulling it towards my open mouth. His cock was slightly thicker than my own and a drop of is precum was dangling from the tip.

He had taken hold of my cock and was almost to the tip. I could feel his warm breath heating up the head, then I felt his lips close around me, güvenilir bahis siteleri only about two inches was in his mouth, but it felt awesome.

His cock was now entering my mouth, I moved my hand from it and used both hands to pull his ass downwards. His cock was now four inches deep in my mouth as I closed my lips around it. I began to suck, pulling even more of him into me. I then released the suction and pushed upwards on him.

He was mocking my every move. He was now sucking hard, pulling a couple of more inches of my cock into his mouth. He soon learned to bob his head up and down while keeping a tight suction, as I was doing the same thing. His mouth was extremely hot, and for his first blow job, his teeth were nowhere near my throbbing cock. He was licking the shaft as he sucked, I could feel his tongue on every ripple and ridge of my cock.

My hands were rubbing and stroking his ass. His hands were now underneath my ass, squeezing my cheeks. I brought one of my hands to my mouth and let enough spit out to coat it thoroughly, then I slid it up from the base of his large nut sack, across this tight hole and slowly worked it around until the tip of my middle finger slid past his tight spincter muscle.

He gasped as my finger entered him, but he didn’t stop sucking. He was moving faster and his breathing was becoming shorter and harder.

I kept working my finger in his ass until I was as deep as the second knuckle, that’s when I felt his cock swelling and knew that he was about to cum. I pushed my finger in as far as I could and his cock erupted. I quickly withdrew my finger from his ass and grabbed his butt to keep him from pulling out. He unload shot after shot into my hot mouth and down my throat. The first three shots I never tasted, they were so powerful, they blew past my tongue and directly down my throat. The next three were lighter and I was able to savor the taste of his semen. It was salty, as all semen, but very lightly and was very thick. I kept sucking his cock until there was no cum left in him, swirling the cum in my mouth around and around his cock head.

I then felt my own nuts tighten. I swallowed the rest of his load and pushed him up enough so that I could at least let him know it was cumming. I then began to spew my load. To my surprise, he didn’t pull off. He began swallowing as fast as he could, but I hadn’t cum in almost two weeks, so I had a huge load stored up. I could feel my warm cum spilling from his mouth and sliding down onto my balls and past my ass cheeks. Soon, he had sucked all I had out.

He raised up off of my cock, and I released his. I then rolled over onto my stomach and told him to lick the cum off of my ass and balls that he had missed. He didn’t hesitate at all, his tongue was between my ass cheeks licking and slurping up the cum that had escaped his incredible mouth. He then cleaned my balls, licking them until they were soaked with his slobber.

We both sat up and looked at one another, our cocks fully deflated. I leaned towards him and kissed him on the lips. He opened his mouth and received my tongue. I could still taste my semen as I swirled my tongue in his mouth. After several minutes, we broke the kiss. I looked at the clock and it was after midnight.

“Damn, it’s late!” I exclaimed.

“I know, and I have to get up at like four,” he added.

“Let’s get to sleep,” I said, moving enough to pull the covers back and slide under them, making it clear that we would be sleeping together.

Once we were settled in, both lying on our backs, I felt his hand on my thigh, then on my cock, lightly stroking me. I took that as an invitation and began stroking him too.

“So, what is in store for tomorrow?” He asked.

I smiled in the darkness and said, “Well, for one, I want my cock in your mouth again and I’m pretty sure it will wind up in your ass too.”

As I said that, he squeezed my cock and then drifted off to sleep.

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For some reason, the first thing I remember about that day was the coldness of the glass in the passenger side window of the truck ‘Uncle’ Brad was driving to his mountain cabin. It was June 1994 and a pre-dawn rain had cooled things off. The sky still was overcast and the threat of a storm still lingered.

A few days before, two weeks after high school graduation and a month after my 18th birthday, my Mom had discovered copies of Honcho and Blue Boy under my bed. My grandparents owned several motels and hotels in the region, so I never lacked for a summer job cleaning rooms. That’s where I’d found them, great spank bank material for a virgin who didn’t know what his sexuality was yet. I longed to suck a cock like one of those in the magazines. I liked girls, too, and had some near misses getting laid, but truth be told I wanked to Honcho more than then Penthouse. I was pretty sure my Mom had told Brad, based on some indistinct words I’d overheard her say over the phone.

Brad was the best friend of my dad and a good friend of my mom’s. He was chief operations officer in my grandparents’ company. My dad had been chief financial officer when he died in 1991 in a 10-car pile-up. My grades slid. I was depressed for a long time. My mom loved my dad, but I think she bounced back sooner than me, or appeared to, which strained our relationship. That’s when I went from dismissing my furtive glances in the school locker room checking out cocks to looking more at older men. I never even fantasized about my dad, but something in me wanted that older male approval. People my age no longer had any attraction for me. AIDS also scared me away from doing anything more than look.

Brad had been around and part of my family’s world since I was little. That’s how he earned the ‘uncle’ part of his name with me. Only recently had he become the object of my still partly denied lust. He was like Tom Selleck without the mustache and with more pepper in his hair. He never lacked for girls but had never married. I was NOT looking forward to discussing the magazines and whether I was gay with him. How could he not have a lower opinion of me then with what he probably had learned from my mother?

I audibly sighed with the burden of these thoughts as he nudged my shoulder.

“Hey, cut it out. We’re going to have fun and get out of that city heat. We’re almost there.”

A minute later we passed through the gate of the small cluster of luxury homes. It was funny that Brad called it his cabin. It was more suburban home with rustic finishes.

Brad had tried to fill in for my father, and he’d done a pretty good job. We’d been up here before, hiked, taken nature photos, fished etc. This time, he’d promised me a beer or two. Brad stopped the car in the u-shaped drive and parked it there at the end of the walk to the front door.

Wordlessly, we each grabbed our duffel bags from behind the seats and walked in after Brad punched in the code.

It was stuffy, and he lowered the thermostat setting and got the AC cranked up. Brad then proceeded to do some other similar things to prep the house. I helped him unload groceries, but after I went to my room, unpacked and then ended up lying down on the bed staring at the sentence. I think Brad looked in on me at some point through the open door then went to unpack and unwind in the master bedroom. I drifted off into an afternoon nap.

Brad woke me and again was jostling my shoulder.

“Wakey, wakey, Drew” he smiled. “Hey, I dozed a bit, too, but it’s time to get up.”

I looked at the clock. It was almost 7:30, and the light was fading.

“Wow, I did not mean to sleep that much.”

“Me either, the rain started again and the sound put me to sleep. It’s stopped now and should be a good night to stay up late and enjoy the deck. I’m going to grill some steaks.”

Brad challenged me to make some salads and bake a couple of big potatoes, and I rose to the challenge. Within an hour we were eating at the kitchen table, which looked out on the woods and deck behind the ‘cabin.’ We were drinking beers with the meal, which felt terribly grownup to me.

We talked about my going to college, and he reminisced about his own college years.

“You know it’s a great time, but it’s also tough because you’re being asked to make decisions about your future and who you are. Remember nothing is locked in stone though. Don’t treat it like they are forever decisions but take them seriously. Enjoy yourself and explore everything, including relationships.”

I nodded and said I would.

Brad gave me a knowing smile and finally dropped the other shoe, “Your mom told me you’re already exploring, at least in privacy and in your head. She told me about the magazines under your bed.”

Despite his earlier words, I still was anticipating some judgment or mild chastisement. Brad didn’t deliver it though.

“You know, I guess I’m bisexual, and it started with me in college. I fucked a few guys and let them suck my cock. Bottoming wasn’t for me though, and I still love women. An ass is an ass though canlı bahis şirketleri and a mouth is a mouth, right?”

I nodded again, and Brad burst out laughing.

“Man, if you could see your face right now, then you’d probably laugh, too.”

Brad, really? I was stunned and did not see his revelation coming.

Brad said, “Come on, Andy! Speak. What do you think?”

I told him what I was feeling, how I was shocked but glad he wasn’t thinking less of me because of the gay porn mags, and then I started asking him questions about his college experiments and what he thought now. For him, it had started with a drunken fuck of a fairly femme guy after a party. Brad had fucked him at the bottom of a dorm stairwell, under the stairs and using some boxes stored there. The guy had fluffed him out of his ‘whiskey dick’ state first and magically had a tiny bottle of lube with him. Brad said the blowjob had been the best he’d received to that time and the anal was on the same level.

Brad asked me about my sexual experience, and I told him the truth. I was officially a virgin. I had a few makeout sessions with girls that were good that resulted in me fingering them to orgasm and me getting handjobs, some limited oral and things like that. I had no experience with men beyond fantasy.

“Well, when I left college, I thought my experiments were over and I knew who I was. I was going to conform and stick to women, find a wife and do what was expected. Bisexuality wasn’t part of my sense of who I was. BUT, I discovered I started to miss it.”

I just listened, and then Brad dropped the real bombshell.

“Then, I met your mom and dad and everything changed. We all three became best friends with each other, and they needed me.”

Almost nervously, Brad smiled and said, “There’s that look of yours again. I know I am dropping all sorts of bombs on you tonight, giving you lots to absorb.”

“I don’t believe you,” I said quietly. His words were neutral but it was the subtext and tone I was rejecting.

“It’s true,” Brad said. “It really is. Your dad was and your mom is very … submissive. They loved each other, but something was missing. They both said they knew it but didn’t want to admit it because almost everything else was perfect. I had a wonderful man and a wonderful woman who gave me control, and I had the best of both worlds.”

Some things in my head started to click into place that made what Brad told me make sense. They were little things I had seen or heard over the years. Individually, they were easy to dismiss but with this big piece of news, it was getting harder to ignore them. Still, I just couldn’t wrap my head around it all. I denied it and said so.

Brad said, “I didn’t want to show you this tonight, but you’re sort of forcing me to show you all the cards tonight, Billy.”

I told him I didn’t need to see anything and that I still couldn’t believe my PTA, bake-sale mom and Chamber of Commerce dad had been in a longstanding menage a trois.

“Just give me 10 minutes, and then I’ll stop. If after that you want to pretend we never had this conversation tonight, then I won’t say another word. OK?”

Reluctantly, I agreed.

We went into the living room, and he turned on the TV and VCR as I settled into the couch. Next, Brad pulled a hidden key from behind some books in the entertainment center, inserted it in a locked drawer there and unlocked the drawer and then took from it a videotape and popped it into the player.

The first image I saw was of the back of a man’s head. I pretended not to recognize it, but when the camera swung around to the side and pulled back, I couldn’t deny it was my father. He was collared, naked and kneeling. I could hear Brad’s voice instruct him to “tell us what you are.”

He looked from the camera and then up at Brad and blushed.

“I’m a faggot. I’m a cocksucker and a cuntlicker. I’m a beta and your slave, Sir.”

I heard Brad say, “Good, slut,” and then watched his lower half enter the frame and his large, cut cock become visible, too. My father buried his face in Brad’s big, loose sac and balls. Suddenly, the video paused and I turned to me left to see Brad had slipped his shorts off and pulled his semi-erect cock through the fly of his boxers.

“Sorry, the boys needed some air,” he said with a smile that almost was a sneer. “Do you want to watch more?”

“No,” I said. My mind and my thoughts were all over the place, emotionally assaulted. Still, I found myself staring at Brad’s hardening dick but trying to look at his face.

“Does it look bigger or smaller in person?” Brad asked with a chuckle. It was thick, long (7+ inches?) and veiny.

I’m not sure why I said anything at all, but I managed a whispered, “Bigger.”

“Are you sure? Because it looks bigger on the screen to me,” he said with a smile.

I looked again at the TV and he had frozen it on the image of his own cock, a closeup.

“Why don’t you get a closer look and get down on the floor, Billy?”

Brad tugged on my arm and I passively canlı kaçak iddaa followed to a spot between his legs. All these revelations had me in an emotional lockdown mode. So, there I was kneeling, finally with a large dick not two feet from my face. I could smell the scent of his cock and balls, Brad’s scent. My smaller cock was stiff and leaking precum in my briefs.

“Here, so you can get a clear view,” Brad said as he slipped his boxers down. He grabbed my left shoulder and upper arm, hooking his hand in my armpit and guided me to my knees in front of him.

Now, I could clearly see his huge balls and the loose skin of his scrotum. They hung there, those cum-filled nuts of a real man, the kind of man in the magazines I had wanked to. I love cocks and everything about them, but for as long as I can remember I have been fascinated by balls and scrotums. I looked up at Brad, my eyes were wet and, I imagine, glassy with lust but I looked in his eyes and my cock got even harder. I saw hot steel in them. There was no doubt what I was about to do and he was determined to bend me to it. I felt his hand behind my neck now pulling me down.

With a sigh, I gave in and buried my face and nose in his musky balls. I heard myself moan as I licked and sucked at his sac. I gently took one of his heavy, virile testicles in my lips and sucked at it. I so wanted the seed inside, the seed of an alpha.

He commanded me to look up at him and I did, but I kept my mouth in place, feeding on his masculine power and energy. Our eyes met and he spoke, “Billy, you’re taking your father’s place as my cocksucking faggot. I like it slow so I expect you to slowly savor and really worship there. That cock is your god, now.”

Brad finished with a smirk. That and his harsh words, “faggot” and “cocksucker,” were both slaps in the face, verbal assertions of his dominance, a dominance I had no choice but to accept them.

With slow, deliberate speed, my mouth gradually travelled up from his balls and I tongued and licked at the base of his hard-as-rock shaft. Already, my head was somewhere I later learned was subspace. What I lacked in experience I think I made up for in eagerness and lust. Now, I recognize it as swimming in Phallus. I use that term to mean male sexual energy and masculinity. Simultaneously, I was glad to have a cock and to serve one. Brad was more insightful than he or I knew at the time because in that moment I was a convert in the Church of Cock, the Cult of Phallus.

I lapped enthusiastically at the skin of his shaft, tracing every vein and texture. My ministrations ended at his frenulum and a tasted Brad’s first drops of pre-cum. His hands guided my head and mouth until my lips were directly over the head of his dick. With a light pressure, he thrust into my mouth.

Within seconds, my mouth was filled. I continued to lap at the underside of his shaft, moving my tongue to generate friction and to savor his taste, his alpha-ness. I sucked like a calf at a teat, hungry for cock milk. The length hit my gag spot and Brad pulled me back a fraction of an inch and left it there.

“You might not be able to take it all the first time, but your dad did,” Brad challenged. “Stay right there or pull up a little more. Get used to it.”

I sucked and made short stroking movements with my tongue. Somehow this calmed me. Breathing through my nose was difficult at first, but as I relaxed my need for air diminished and it became easier. After just a few minutes, I needed and wanted to take Brad’s cock deeper. I discovered my gag reflex was much lower in my throat and slowly I eased the shaft deeper. Soon, I felt the scratch of his pubes at my lips and nose. He was all inside me, and I felt a surge of both pride and submission, a seemingly contradictory combination of emotions. To breathe though, I had to slowly withdraw to the half point of his cock length.

I started alternating between these half swallows and deep throating. I was very pleased with myself and with pleasing him. I needed his approval, coming from the authority and status of an older male. I must have been lost in a haze of lust because I don’t remember noticing any of the signs until remembering later his shaft swelling and his breath catching as Brad spooged in my mouth.

God, how clearly I remember that first taste of another man’s seed. I neither liked it nor disliked it. Brad’s had a meaty flavor, maybe it was the steaks (ha!). Brad told me not to swallow yet as he ejaculated the last small ropes of cum onto my tongue. Twenty seconds later, he ordered me to show me his load.

“Damn! It’s even more than I thought. OK, swallow it, cocksucker.”

I did. I savored the sensation of it traveling down to my stomach, probably my imagination at work. Since that night, I have had relationships with women and men, but that first taste of cum imprinted on my brain so powerfully. Sometimes I feel I am only truly at peace when I have eaten and can taste it in my mouth.

Brad pulled me up and hugged me.

“I needed that.”

Without meaning to, I found canlı kaçak bahis myself snuggled against his chest, my cheek resting in his hair. Playfully, I extended my tongue and licked a nipple. He chuckled, squeezed my hard-on, which was dripping pre-cum, then pulled me by my cock, forcing me to stand. He shifted his hand to the back of my head and guided me to the master bedroom. Brad left me standing there while he retrieved a silicon cock ring from the drawer of a bedside table. He stretched it around the base of my balls, which constricted everything but not too tightly.

“Get on the bed on all fours,” he commanded gruffly.

I assumed the position, and in that position, I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I could hear the snap of a latex glove and the squirt of a bottle. Next, I felt his fingers probing at my asshole.

“Damn, you are tight, boy,” Brad said. “Ever do any butt play, even on your own?”

“No, sir,” I replied meekly.

“Well, that might be a challenge at first for you then, but I will be rewarded with a tight ass to fuck. And mark my words, I will fuck you.”

My cock twitched at this news, and his determined assertiveness.

As he fingered my ass, Brad talked a lot and tried various combinations of fingers and thumb, opening me up.

“Your dad loved it when I fucked him, and he loved my cock. Your mom still does. Even now, the idea of fucking a whole family, having all of you as my bitches is … arousing. It’s almost like all of you were born to be my sex slaves,” he said with a laugh.

“We’ve been discreet so far, but maybe your mom and I will even let you watch sometime or listen through the wall,” he said. “You’ll get to hear her moan for my cock like you are about to do. She calls it my ‘magic wand,'” he laughed.

Once I was lubed and stretched enough, Brad pushed a wide butt plug into my ass. It took some effort but eventually, it went in. Brad then removed the glove and joined me on the bed.

“Straddle my hips and face me,” he said.

I noticed his cock, which I later would nickname ‘The Hammer,’ was semi-erect. Brad was recovering from the blowjob.

Brad reached out and teased my almost purple cock, lightly running his finger along the frenulum. I moaned and he fed me a big drop of pre-cum. I licked his finger clean.

“Goddamn, you are one cute, little twink fuckboy!” Brad said as he lightly patted my left cheek with his right hand. I then felt the tip of The Hammer touching the cleft of my ass. Brad reached under me and removed the butt plug. It came out with a “plop” and I sighed. Brad guided me back and with his right hand, aimed his cock at my asshole.

“Ride that pole, and feel free to do it as fast and as slow as you want, until I tell you otherwise. This is one of your mom’s favorite positions. Let’s see if it’s yours.”

I pulled my ass cheeks wide with both hands and slowly, very slowly, pushed down onto his cock. My goal was to get the head in. I tried to relax. That’s what everyone said to do. I could feel the bottom, fat ridge of the glans pop into my ass. I hesitated a second or two then slowly used my weight and thighs to push it further in.

Brad said, “God, you are TIGHT! That feels awesome. It’s like the first time I fucked your dad. Keep going, boy.”

I felt the head slide past my prostate and I groaned loudly.

Brad chuckled arrogantly.

“Oh, you are one horny, little boy cunt. You are going to LOVE me fucking you,” Brad said.

I had him about halfway in now. Apart from all the new sensations, my mind was full of perverse thoughts of how this cock had been in the pussy of the woman who gave birth to me and in the ass of the man who spilled his sperm into her. Maybe it was destiny that it would fill me, too.

That was when I felt his balls and sack touch my ass cheeks and realized he was all in. Both of us were breathing heavy. Slowly, I rose higher and higher. I knew it was only inches but its withdrawal felt like miles. Already, I was missing having it all in my ass, clenched tight and help precious there. I stopped before the head could plop out and I lowered myself again.

“You’re a full fag now,” I thought to myself. “You’re full of alpha cock just like some little bitch.” I moaned for it.

Brad moaned, and I thrust up and down a second time. It was getting easier. My ass was stretching and full of lube. Both of us were covered in a sheen of sweat. Faster and faster, I humped his cock. Brad started to buck slightly under me.

I’m not sure why I said it, but I noticed a giant, full moon over the lake, “The moon is beautiful.”

Brad turned his head and groaned a “yes.”

Then, he surprised me by pushing me away.

“Let’s go outside,” he said, pulling wide the sliding door. “Come on.”

There was a small, side table there that was the perfect height, and Brad bent me over it.

“No one can see us here. Don’t worry,” Brad reassured as he bent me over the table and pushed his cock back in. The table started to rock beneath us, but it held together. A cool, night breeze embraced us and cooled the sweat on our skin as Brad grunted and panted behind me. What the change did for me was overwhelming. With just the slight change in angle, Brad’s cock was grazing my prostate and felt waves of pleasure with each contact.

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“Have a lovely evening out. You deserve it and it’s about time you did it.”

I tucked the sheet under Raymond at the side and gritted my teeth. I was getting irritated at everyone saying that to me. Raymond’s night nurse, Chester, had said it when I’d come into Raymond’s bedroom to say goodnight to him. Raymond’s lawyer and president of the Asheville Gay Men’s Chorus that both Raymond and I had belonged to before Raymond entered his last, bedridden months and that Raymond was a principle patron of had told me that when he’d insisted I come to the choir’s Valentine’s Day concert this evening and then on to his party afterward.

Raymond had backed him up. In that gaspy voice he’d now acquired, Raymond said, “A young man from Atlanta we want as the choir’s new director will be at the concert and party, checking us out. I want you to check him out for me and let me know if he’s worth the money we’re offering. I want you to be nice to him, and I want you to enjoy the evening. You’ve run yourself ragged taking care of me.”

We both knew why I was sticking so closely with Raymond these last few months as cancer was pulling him down into the depths. We’d been together for twelve years, but I hadn’t taken the relationship seriously for the first four. He’d fallen in love early, and I’d fallen in like initially. But that hadn’t kept me from catting around for the first four years. He was thirty-eight years older than I was. It had taken a dust-up and the fear that he’d throw me out that made me realize I loved him too. And I’d spent the next eight years trying to assure him that I did. This was my last chance.

Even his doctor had told me I needed a break from this, and when finding out that Raymond wanted me to go this concert, had virtually ordered me to go. I gave in to them all, but I knew I’d fret the entire evening and would have to pretend to have a good time.

People lifted their eyebrows when they first learned that Raymond and I were a couple. They assumed he was an old fool and I was a gold digger. It took them to know us to know we were as good as married—and had been at least for the last eight years of our twelve-year relationship.

The arrangement had started in New York, where I was a wet-behind-the-ears, but randy gay young man trying to make it as a song and dance man on Broadway. Raymond, a rich businessman, was one of those “Broadway Angels” who made it possible for plays to get to the stage. I was good, but so were so many other young hopefuls trying to break into Broadway. I’d made it into the chorus line of a musical by being willing to go on my back and open my legs for men important to the production. That wasn’t a real problem for me; I was randy and needy. I gauged men by their cock size and backswing more than by any other factor in those days.

I was nineteen and Raymond was fifty-seven. He was a handsome, confident, elegantly dressed fifty-seven, though. And he could keep it up and quickly reload seven-and-a-half thick inches. The play’s producer, who was bedding me, invited Raymond to an after-rehearsal party one evening when he needed to gin up more money to keep the production on the tracks. He asked me to be very nice to Raymond and offered Raymond the use of one of his bedrooms. Raymond took me to the bedroom and was seven-and-a-half inches good to me for a half hour. Then he offered me a ride in his limousine around the park and he was seven-and-a-half thick inches good to me in a missionary on the backseat of his car. The limousine took us to his Fifth Avenue penthouse apartment, and Raymond was seven-and-a-half inches good to me in a doggie fuck on his bed.

He kept me. He claimed it was love at first fuck for him. He used that as a joke line among select friends, and it always drew a laugh and, I must say, some licentious looks in my direction from contemporary-age friends of his.

I was impressed with his wealth, his seven-and-a-half inches, and his ability to reload quickly—even at fifty-seven. He also always treated me well and with near reverence. He wasn’t shy to say he was a lucky man to have me. He claimed never to have fallen out of love with me. I knew I learned to love him for much more than his money—or even his seven-and-a-half inches that he had still been able to harden until the last few months of his inevitable fading away. But because of those first four uneven-commitment years, I had forever maintained a guilt and a need to prove my love and devotion to him.

All of the forces at play had to mobilize to get me to leave him even for an evening to check out the new choir director prospect. We were in that stage where he could go at any moment and quickly entering the stage where release would be a blessing for him.

The concert was fine, packed with romantic songs and references and making me nostalgic for when Raymond and I both were in it, me as a tenor, Raymond as a low baritone. The men in the choir were all supportive of us. For them, the thirty-eight years’ difference in our ages illegal bahis meant nothing. They could see and understand that we were devoted to each other. It had been a good move to come to less hectic and demanding Asheville from New York City after Raymond had retired—officially, although he still had his hand in the management of his companies. Or he had until he’d been taken ill. Now I was taking up the slack there too. Luckily, he hadn’t let me just be his kept boy toy these twelve years. I’d been given responsibility in his businesses. I knew them almost as well now as he did. It was clear I would inherit them—and that our employees would accept me. Raymond had done that for me. All I could do for him now, I thought, was to be loyal to him to the end.

The choir director prospect from Atlanta was even finer than the concert had been. I didn’t meet him until the after-concert party at Aaron’s house. He was at the concert, but I wouldn’t have been able to pick him out in the audience there. He was young, in his mid-twenties. He was much too young to fit his résumé. Aaron told me, when I asked, that he had been a child prodigy, accumulating accolades from his early teens and graduating from college and his music training before he reached twenty. He was, Aaron said, the assistant director of the Atlanta Gay Men’s Choir now and obviously was underutilized in that position. Aaron told me we wanted him here in Asheville and to be very nice to him. And then he introduced us.

Jason Ward was a hunk and a half. He did look like he was in his mid-twenties, and he looked like both a movie star and an athlete. He was solidly built, trim but muscular. He dressed elegantly; spoke with refinement; had sensual, dark looks and a ready smile and eyes that concentrated and captivated the one he was speaking to; and his voice enveloped me in a rich, resonating baritone.

The effect he had on me was that I went hard for him. That wasn’t unusual for me in engaging with a man I could imagine lying under. Being attached and loyal to Raymond hadn’t kept me from being aroused by a desirable man, and Raymond had understood that. In our more active years, we’d made a game out of it. When he’d seen me being attracted by a man, we’d talk about what attracted me later, in bed, as he was covering me, and he’d bang the hell out of me while whispering a scenario in my ear of me with the other man. If Raymond had still been up to it, my report on Jason to him would have led to such a night in bed.

That didn’t mean I’d actually been unfaithful to Raymond after those first four, uncommitted years in which I was still sowing oats even though I slept in his bed. I think that Raymond would have endured my going with other men, especially as he got older, as long as I slept in his bed, and thus how freely we went with imagining me doing so and Raymond being the voyeur, but I was determined to try to give him the same commitment he’d given me after he’d taken me back. Thus far I had managed that.

Once introduced, Jason stayed with me, even with others drifting by to speak with him and try, not to subtly, to convince him to come to Asheville. He was attentive, witty, and knowledgeable, although we spoke mostly in general terms and didn’t get into the nitty-gritty of music. I felt like maybe he was being grilled enough by others on that and I kept more to the delights of living in Asheville as a gay person. I assumed he was gay himself to be involved in gay men’s chorus. He certainly responded to me in the natural way of one man being interested sexually in another man.

I found myself hoping he was gay and then checking my thoughts. I mustn’t stray from my loyalty to Raymond, I thought. Although, if I was to construct the perfect man lover in my mind, Jason would fit the bill. If Raymond had still been up to our games, I would have climaxed left and right while he was fucking me but whispering about Jason fucking me.

At the end of the evening, I asked Aaron if I could use his telephone to call a taxi. I’d found the batteries in my cellphone were dead. But before Aaron could speak—he, strangely, looked at Jason rather than me when I asked that—Jason broke in and said, “Nonsense. Don’t spend money on a cab. I have a rental car. I’ll drive you home. I’m ready to leave too.”

At the door, while Jason was saying his good-byes to those still at the party, Aaron said, “Be nice to him. I think you know what I mean by that. We want him here. And have a lovely evening. You deserve the break. Raymond and I have discussed this; he wants you to have this evening.”

Before I could respond to that, Jason was there, at my elbow.

He drove, not to Raymond’s and my penthouse apartment on Grindstaff Drive, but to the Residence Inn on Biltmore Avenue, four blocks short of my street.

“I’m further up the road,” I said.

“This is where I’m staying,” he said. “Please come in for a while and keep me company. I have a unit with a living area and nice kitchenette. I have questions illegal bahis siteleri about the men’s chorus, questions I need to pursue before deciding whether to come here. I can’t be sure about the answers men would give me who are active in the choir. I understand you once were in the choir but no longer are. You are in a unique position to fill me in on some of the particulars. I have wine on ice. I’d like to have someone to share it with me.”

I knew I should demure. Raymond was at home. He needed me and I needed to assure him of my loyalty. But he had told me to be nice to Jason Ward, to help convince him to come to Asheville. Aaron had said the same, adding that Raymond wanted me to have my pleasure. I couldn’t deny the request to help with the decision as a nominally independent voice was a reasonable one.

In the back of my mind, I knew I shouldn’t open the passenger door and step out. But I did.

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We were sitting beside each other on the sofa, looking into the gas-log fire. Jason had his left arm around my neck, holding me close into his side. We had stopped talking and were looking at each other, eye to eye, for the longest moment. He dipped his face into mine and kissed the corner of my mouth, moving quickly away to gauge my reaction with his eyes again. I tried not to react, not to show him how needy I was. I hadn’t had a man between my legs for months; I hadn’t had any man other the Raymond between my thighs for years. Raymond had been sick for a couple of months. I had managed to give him some pleasure and release with my hands, but I had had to take care of my own needs.

I was vulnerable. Jason was compelling. All doubt had evaporated about his intentions for the evening. I couldn’t help but be flattered. I was six years older than he told me he was, although I’d kept my looks and my body. Men still made passes at me—not often gods like Jason was, though. My eyes went to the bed, just over there, in the soft-lit area off the living room, beckoning to us. I was weak.

But Raymond had been sick for a couple of months. We had been together for so long. I’d done what I could to keep him assured of my commitment to him.

But Raymond hadn’t asked me for total commitment and he’d clearly signaled otherwise for tonight.

My reaction must not have been what I intended, because Jason took the wine glass out of my hand and leaned over and placed it on the coffee table that was between the sofa and the fireplace. When he sat back into the sofa cushions again, his lips came back to my face and he kissed me directly on the lips. The kiss was tentative, testing, to begin with, but I heard myself moan as he pressed the tip of his tongue between my lips and, without intending to, I opened my lips and let his tongue inside.

“I hope I’m not being too forward,” he whispered when we came out of the kiss. “Aaron told me that you might be willing—”

“Yes,” I murmured, cutting him off from naming it out loud.

“Yes to what?” he asked, smiling at me.

“Yes to the kissing, at least,” I answered. I think we both knew it wouldn’t stop there, though, but that he had to take it slow. He didn’t seem concerned that I hadn’t surrendered to more yet.

He took my mouth with his again. I felt his right hand at the buttons of my shirt, undoing them and pulling the front of my shirt out of my trousers. The pressure of the kiss became more possessive and he was running his hand over my chest, my hard pecs, and down my flat belly while his tongue at first flicked in and out of my mouth and then invaded further, taking my breath away.

I reacted then, pulling away from the kiss.

“Let’s go over to the bed,” he murmured.

“No, please. I should go,” I answered in a breathless voice.

He moved his lips to my throat. His hand didn’t stop gliding and rubbing across my chest—and my nipples—though. We both felt me shudder and heard my soft moan. Neither of us heard me tell him to stop again, or mention leaving, or sensed me pushing him away from feeling up my chest.

He came back to my lips for a kiss, and I was even quicker this time to go soft and to open to his tongue. His right hand went to my basket and he was feeling me up through the material of my trousers. I couldn’t hide that I had gone hard. So much was going through my mind: Raymond telling me to be nice to the new director prospect for the men’s choir; Aaron asking me to do the same. Jason being the new choir director prospect. My need to have a hard man between my legs. Raymond, my mate of twelve years lying on his deathbed. How careful I’d been to show Raymond that I loved him, would be faithful to him as if we were married.

The feel and sound of the zipper of my fly being lowered is what turned the tide, what galvanized me into fighting my submissive nature. I put my hand on his hand at my zipper to signal that he was to go no further, and I pulled away from the kiss and lowered my head so that he didn’t have access.

He canlı bahis siteleri kissed me on the head and said, “I’m sorry. I thought it was what you wanted.” Then, gently disengaging me, he rose from the sofa and walked over to the king-sized bed that was in an L space jutting off from the Living room-kitchen combination separated by the breakfast bar.

I didn’t look at him directly, but was very attentive to his actions by the bed. He had taken his empty wine glass, which he put on the nightstand by the bed. He took his wallet out of his pocket and put it on a nightstand as well. Next to come out of his pocket was a soft pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He lit up the cigarette and stood there, momentarily, looking at me. I ached for how beautiful he was, and upbraided myself for not letting him go further. I should have been flattered. I was a good six years older than he was. He was in great shape. Perfect in every way I could see.

I had once been him—well, younger than he was—when Raymond had picked me out of a Broadway chorus line. And what was six or seven years? Raymond was nearly forty years older than I was.

But I had been faithful to him for twelve years—well, for eight of the twelve years. The last eight years.

Jason unbuttoned and slowly took his shirt off his back and draped it over the back of a straight chair within reach of where he was standing. Was he trying to tease me? If so, he knew the ammunition he had. His chest was magnificently developed. Not overdeveloped. He had a light covering of curly dark hair, but it almost looked like it had been groomed to be sexy as hell. His torso was hard, his pecs bulging, his nipples taut, a ripped six pack, a flat belly. And swirls of dark hair.

He gave me a teasing smile and sat down on the bed, facing me, spread his legs, leaned over and put his elbows on his knees, and puffed on his cigarette. He used the empty wine glass as an ashtray. He sat there, his eyes on me. Challenging me. Seducing me.

“I did want it,” I squeaked quietly. I’d either meant to say it louder or intentionally said it softly enough that he couldn’t hear it but that I could say I admitted it.

“What did you say?” he asked in that rich baritone voice of his. I assumed that he wasn’t just a choir director, but probably was quite a good baritone soloist as well. I wondered if there was anything he didn’t do well, but that made me think of how cut his torso was, of him stroking my chest and rubbing my nipples—and of how delicious and dominating his kisses had been, and I tried to push the images out of my mind.

Not successfully, however.

“I said I did want it . . . that I do want it,” I said more loudly. “It’s just that . . . it’s complicated.”

“Come over here. Sit beside me,” he said. “It doesn’t have to be complicated. Sex can be quite simple. We tend to tie too much into what is a simple biological need, one that can be satisfied without adding any strings to it or hurting anyone. Let’s talk about this.” The request sounded so reasonable, and I’d drunk more wine than I should have. And I needed the attention he was offering so badly.

“I don’t think so,” I said—but it came out softly again, me knowing he couldn’t hear it. I pulled myself up from the sofa and walked slowly to the bed. He smiled at me and crushed his cigarette out in the wine glass.

When I got there, I stood by the bed. He had to take my hand and coax me to sit beside him.

“You are so tense,” he said. “Twist away from me.” When I did he put his hands on my shoulders and massaged them. He paid some attention to my neck too. He did that long enough that I thought that was going to be it. Mixed feelings of relief and disappointment fought inside me.

He was a master; he waited for the disappointment to push away the relief. I felt his hands come around me and cup my pecs inside my open shirt. He lightly pinched my nipples between his thumb and a finger on each side and rolled them. His chest pressed into my back and he kissed me on the back of the neck. This lasted only for a few seconds, though, before he pulled my unbuttoned shirt off my back and tossed it over to the straight chair where his shirt was draped.

He was rubbing my nipples with his fingers again. “Umm, nice,” he said in a murmur. “You’re in great shape. I love a man who keeps himself up.” I certainly was up. My erection was tenting my trousers. I wondered if he had chosen his words carefully. “I bet you work out regularly.”

“Yes,” I said. What else could I say? Should I have said he was in great shape too, I wondered. Wouldn’t that be the same as saying, “Fuck me”? And although I knew now that’s what I really wanted—and he obviously intended to do—it would be defeat of all I should be saying and doing here to admit it to him out loud.

“Aaron tells me you once were in the Gay Men’s Choir.”

“Yes,” I whispered. His attentions were making me breathless. “So was my partner. We both had to quit when he got sick. He needed attention.” I needed to bring Raymond into this as a defense against his foreplay. I needed to keep Raymond in the room with us.

“We all need attention,” he said, and then returned to his line of approach. “That means you were what, a tenor?”

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You belong to me. The words from the dream I’d had the night before rang in my ears as I stared at my computer screen, working on the boring numbers that was the monotony of my cubicle job. I couldn’t get the dream out of my head, out of my thoughts, it’d be the same basic dream I’d had for the past five months, and as I sat staring dumbly at the screen, I relived it once more for the hundredth time.

The room was dark, lit only by the flickering of candles I couldn’t see. I was lying on my stomach, wrapped in soft sateen sheets that clung to my hips like a lovers gentle caress, and my cock lay pinned to the mattress from my position. I knew I wasn’t alone, and the room wasn’t mine, nor was the bed. I turned slightly, my head pillowed on my arms, and made as if to roll over but a rich voice stopped me.

“Do not move.” It was soft, a mellow gentle command that send shivers down my spine, and I stilled immediately.

I waited, waited patiently, closing my eyes as the bed dipped and my unseen lover sat beside me on the bed. A calloused hand slid along my spine, brushing the sheet down as it reached my hips, fingertips sliding between the bare crease of my rump. I shivered, I couldn’t help it, and a soft breath escaped my mouth as my back arched and my legs shifted further apart almost against my control.

“You are so eager.” He whispered to me, that smooth voice like slow molasses, thick and sweet. Just the sound of it was enough to make my cock twitch, and a soft groan flutter from my lips. “And so beautiful.” He continued, his fingers pressing against my anus, a gentle brush, a caress, too fleeting to satisfy, but enough to drive me batty.

Hands spread me wide, baring me in the most vulnerable manner and making my cheeks flush crimson with embarrassment. When I began to squirm slightly, one hand released me and came down suddenly on my ass, leaving a warm burn against my flesh. “Still.” Came the gentle command. The hand returned to spreading me once I stilled again, my breathing coming harsh with growing excitement. I liked the lack of control, I liked that gave myself to this unknown man, and deep down I felt a sense of safety in the hands of my lover, knowing he’d never really hurt me.

I felt the tickling of breath before the warmth of his tongue slid against my opening, and again, I couldn’t help but make a soft sound deep in my chest, almost a moan, maybe more of a groan or a grunt, I couldn’t tell, I didn’t care. He chuckled deeply, I could feel his amusement vibrate along his tongue and into my body from the connection, and my back arched a little before he coaxed me open and began to lap and stroke at my body with the wet warmth of his tongue.

I couldn’t remain still, my fists baling into the sheets, my hips rising up to meet the sudden thrusting into my body. For the first time since this started I spoke, pleadingly. “More… more… please.” I whispered, and one hand moved to slide along my balls, cupping them, hefting them gently, closing about them and squeezing slowly, just enough to make me want to cry out, but not hard enough to hurt me, just add pressure.

My hips began to rock against the bed, grinding my achingly hard cock against the soft sheets as he fucked my ass with his tongue with long slow intense thrusts. I could cum like this, I realized, I could explode against the sheets in a million shattered shards of pleasure, and my lover knew it, pulling back to replace his tongue with fingers, using his saliva to lubricate his entrance as I cried out.

“You will not cum without my permission, Sean.” He murmured to me, and I nearly sobbed, ceasing the endless rocking my hips were doing. I didn’t want to disobey him, I wanted to please him, no matter the costs. It was a soul deep thing, a need, something I couldn’t have turned away from even if I’d wanted to. “Good, very good, my sweet lover.” His voice was like a soothing balm to me, yet it triggered something deep that I didn’t understand. I wanted him, I wanted him inside of me and I could have screamed my desire out, but it would have done little good.

His fingers moved slowly, pressing into my body, sliding out, then back in again, a slow fucking that had me writhing and him chuckling in that sensual way he had. He knew I needed more, he knew and he continued to tease me. I turned my head, wanting to see the man who drove me crazy, I wanted to see his beloved face, I knew he was mine and I was his, I knew we belonged together, but I could not bring the image of his face to mind and I needed to see him.

As I turned my head, he hissed. “Do not.” the two canlı bahis words stilled me, and I let out a strangled sound before turning my face back into my pillow, shuddering with the effort to keep still for him as he explored me.

“I need to see you.” I whispered, pleaded, and he stilled for a moment.

“You will, Sean. You will.” He whispered, and then began to move quicker, his fingers pressing into me, I knew it was only two fingers, and suddenly he was adding a third and the burn began, forcing me to cry out for a moment. “Shh, relax.” He commanded gently, and I fought to do as he asked…

“Sean?” the voice broke my reverie, but I had no clue where it was coming from. “Sean!” again, and suddenly I realized I was at work, not on that warm soft bed. I sighed, turning my head and eyed my boss with something close to distaste.

“Yea?” I asked after a moment, arching one brow sarcastically.

“You’ve been staring at your screen, doing nothing for the past twenty minutes. You need to either go home sick, or start working, I can’t pay you for daydreaming.” Richard was annoyed; I could tell by the way his left cheek twitched while he spoke. A tick he had when he experienced any strong emotions. He was tall, over six feet tall, sandy blonde hair with a peppering of gray and deep ocean blue eyes. Handsome, I had to admit to myself, but straight.

“Yea, sure, I’ll start working, sorry Richard.” I muttered, and after a moment of watching me, my boss shook his head.

“Go home.” He sighed, rolling his eyes at me. “Get your head set on straight, then come back on Monday ready to work. This is ridiculous, Sean. You need to get whatever has been bothering you off your chest before it eats you up, alright?”

I grumbled, nodding my head, stooping to pick up my briefcase and return my laptop to its traveling home. “Sure, Richard.” I sighed as the man walked away from me.

Within ten minutes I was in my little Toyota speeding down the highway towards my home. I lived close to work, so in no time I was opening up the door to my apartment in a dazed sort of funk, I couldn’t focus on anything, and I knew this was trouble. I wanted my dream lover, and while I knew it was a dream, it was so real I ached for him when I woke.

I pushed through my door, feeling uncharacteristically depressed as I set my computer case down on the dinning room table and moved towards the bathroom, intent on taking a nice long shower.

Stripping quickly, I turned on the water and waited for the steam to overcome my senses. When it did, I slipped into the tub and let the thick stream of liquid hit my aching muscles, sliding down the smooth planes of my back, over my ass and down my legs. I work out three times a week at the local gym, and while I’m not built like a god my body is nicely formed. I’d never been overly obsessed with my looks, I had a good ol’ boy look to me, and I just accepted that I would never been incredible to look at, but I didn’t send children screaming either.

My hands slid over my stomach then down, pressing against my hard shaft, I ached, I was so hard it hurt and I knew that the only way to make the pain go away was to find release, but I also knew it would only go away for a short time, then I’d be at it again. As the smooth stream of hot water caressed my body, I imagined it the hands of my dream lover, sliding his fingertips over my flesh, when I curled my hand around my cock, I imagined it was his mouth, caressing me, taking me deep swallowing me hard. Soon, I was back into the memory of my dream as I stroked away…

“I need to see you.” I whispered, pleaded, and he stilled for a moment.

“You will, Sean. You will.” He whispered, then began to move quicker, his fingers pressing into me, I knew it was only two fingers, and suddenly he was adding a third and the burn began, forcing me to cry out for a moment. “Shh, relax.” He commanded gently, and I fought to do as he asked.

“Please, I need you.” I begged, and he drew in a soft sudden breath, I knew he was getting aroused, I knew he wanted me, I could taste his desire on my tongue, feel it in my body. We were connected, and I couldn’t understand how, but it didn’t matter.

“I know you need me. You belong to me.” The words echoed throughout my skull, and I rolled it around in my mind, admitting to myself that it was true. I belonged to him.

He removed his fingers from my body, and I felt the bed shift beneath me as he moved to cover my body with his own. He was larger then me, far larger then me, thicker and stronger. His warmth blanketed mine, and I could feel the frightening length of his shaft nestled gently in the crease of my ass. I rocked up and he groaned at the friction it caused. He wanted me as badly as I wanted him, and I could feel it humming throughout my body.

His mouth moved over my shoulders, against the back of my neck, brushing soft warm kisses, gentle touches, and then suddenly sharp nips that bahis siteleri sent my back bowing beneath him and gasps ripped from my throat. Every touch was like an electric current, ever bite was like fire coursing through my blood. I’d never felt anything like this, never experienced anything like this, my body belonged to him, because only he could ever play my living flesh like an instrument, drawing my cries, whimpers, moans and groans like the tender sound of harp strings, making the most beautiful music, a primal music.

He ground his cock against my ass, and I felt myself moving with him, my body tense, my muscles bunching with the need to feel him inside of me. “Please.” I begged again, I didn’t care what he did to me, so long as he was inside of me. I moved, trying to raise up enough so he could push into me, and he just pressed his weight down against me again, pinning me to the bed…

I groaned, my hand moving quickly over the length of my shaft, I was going to explode any moment, at the simple thought of the man who invaded my dreams, and who had invaded my heart in the process. It was incredible, I couldn’t even breath as one hand pressed against the tiled wall of the shower, I tilted my head back, water spraying down my chest, over my hard nipples in a manner that caused me to gasp. I wanted him, I could imagine the one thing that never happens in my dreams, I imagined him pressing his mouth to mine, kissing me as he took me.

That was all it took, and soon I was painting the wall of the shower with my thick cum, my eyes closed, my body taught, my breath rushing out of me with sudden intense cry of pleasure. It was so incredible, I couldn’t move for moments, I just stood there, my legs wobbly, my breath coming in uneven pants, and then I felt the overwhelming sense of loneliness overcome me when I realized, once more, I made love to my dream lover in my heart, in my mind, but that he would never be there, he wasn’t real.

I’d done many things to try and induce myself to sleep since this had started, but I found if I did not sleep a natural sleep, I couldn’t find him. If I took sleeping aids, he’d not show. I found that staying up all hours of the day and night, trying to avoid him, only left me with more vivid imaginings of him. He was huge, a large man with curling shoulder length chestnut hair and deep green eyes. But that was all I could ever remember of his face, those eyes and that hair, so silken to the touch. It was hell, utter hell, because I was in love with him, I wanted no one else, I didn’t want to date, I didn’t want to go to clubs or parties, I wanted to sleep to be with my dream lover.

We talked about everything, we cuddled, we fucked, and we made slow love. And often he was in control; often he played dominant to my submissive. I’d never experienced that type of play before with my living lovers, but it was exhilarating with my dream man. To be safe in another person’s power, to be held and comforted, to be tormented and teased, it was an amazing feeling that I loved.

“This is enough of this, I can’t live like this. I need to go out.” I told myself, muttered really while finishing my shower, cleaning up. “This is ridiculous, he’s not real Sean! You have to find some one real, this isn’t real.”

I dressed and moved around my apartment for a little while, then finished some work on my laptop and got myself a snack from the kitchen before it grew dark, and then I grabbed my leather coat and slipped it on before heading out into the night.

I wandered down the street in my car, heading for the only gay bar in my rather small town; I parked neatly, then hopped out and entered the place that was just beginning to get started. I went to the bar, ordering myself a drink, and as I turned around and leaned against the worn wood I took a slow sip, letting my eyes linger from man to man. No one excited me, but I was determined to find some one to take my mind of my dream lover.

When I finally polished off my first drink, still having seen no one that piqued my interest, the bar tender made me another, setting it on the bar. “The man over there sends his compliments.” He said, pointing to a beautiful blond with an incredible body. Maybe he was attracted because I couldn’t have cared less about anyone in the place. That’s how it always is, when you have no interest, everyone suddenly clamors for your attention.

“Thanks.” I said, accepting the glass and raising it in a silent toast to the man. He smiled; flashing startlingly white teeth, then slowly unfolded himself from his chair and began to walk towards me, leaning his hip against the bar as his eyes lingered over my face. I said nothing, waiting for him to break the silence first.

“I don’t see you in here much, my name is Kenneth,” he offered me a hand which I accepted and shook. His grip was warm and firm, without a trace of nervousness. “You new to this area?” he asked me.

Smiling, I shook my head bahis şirketleri and released his hand, though he continued to hold onto me despite the fact the hand shake was over. “No, I’ve lived here for years; I just haven’t been into the dating scene for the last year or so.” I replied.

“Ahh, break up, hrm?” he asked me, leaning in a bit to crowd my personal space.

I thought about my dream lover, then looked up at Kenneth with a chuckle. “Something like that.” I agreed, not wanting to go into it. How many people would have understood anyhow?

“Well, let me take your mind off of it, why don’t you dance with me?” he asked, and after a moment I nodded my head and let him lead me out to the dance floor.

Throughout the night, many people danced with me, offered me drinks, but in the end I ended up dancing his last dance with Kenneth. A slower affair, something that had me pressed against the other mans hard body. He leaned his head down, nibbling at my ear, “Come home with me tonight, let me take your mind off of whatever it is bother you.” He whispered to me.

I was definitely feeling the effects of alcohol by this point, but I wasn’t smashed really. “Okay.” I whispered back, giving a soft groan. I wanted to fuck, I wanted to screw some one senseless, I wanted to get my dream lover out of my mind, and Kenneth was a nice guy.

“I only live a block away, we can walk there.” He whispered, his hands sliding down to grip my ass, knowing now that I was a sure thing and growing more bold in his actions.

“Lets go.” I growled, pulling away from him, my hand sliding into his and dragging him behind me as we paid our tab at the bar and headed for the door.

You belong to me.

The words stopped me for a moment, and I looked around me with a slight frown, wondering if I’d heard it aloud or if it was just in his head.

“What’s wrong?” Kenneth asked me, pressing his body against my back. I could feel his hard cock against my jean-clad ass, and I ground back at him.

“Nothing, I thought I heard something. Lets go.” I said, ignoring the thoughts.

You belong to me.

The words hit me again, and I drew in a sudden breath, but didn’t stop this time. It’s not real, I told myself, not real. I pulled Kenneth outside, and then turned to him.

“Lead the way,” I whispered, and then pressed in against him, tilting my face up as his mouth came down on mine. I drew in a shuddering breath, returning the kiss for all I was worth. I couldn’t think, I could barely breathe, and soon he was pushing me into the alley, pressing me against the wall of the club. The thudding music echoed throughout the walls, it was like a pounding heartbeat as I felt my cock spring to life. I wanted this, I convinced myself. But the truth was I was imaging my dream man.

Kenneth’s hands roamed over my body, beneath my shirt, raking fingernails over my ribs and I moaned again, my mouth nipping his lower lip. And then it came again.

You belong to me.

I nearly screamed my frustration; instead, I deepened the kiss with Kenneth.

You’re not real. I thought to myself fiercely. I need to live my life!

How do you know? The words came, and I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut.

Kenneth’s large hand was now at my groin, rubbing me roughly through the thick material of my jeans. My hips rocked and my breath came quick. I wasn’t going to stop. I wasn’t.

I know, because if you were you’d have come to me after so many months. Leave me alone, I need to live my life, I can’t be alone any more. I thought to myself, pleaded with my dream lover to release me from the enchantment. Of course, I thought I was pleading with my subconscious, little did I know.

Hands worked at my belt, but I was no longer thinking, I was no longer really aware of how far it was going in the ally, all I could feel was the sensations of being touched, real touch, not a dream world. I felt a bite to my neck, sharp and intense, and I let out a hiss in response, feeling frantic, frantic with the need to be fucked.

Maybe it was not time yet. The voice, smooth like honey and just as sweet spoke into my mind.

My pants were open, a large hand gripping my cock now fully, I was so achingly hard, I hurt and my hips rocked, my body tense as I clung to my lover, clung to Kenneth I had to remind myself.

Then you lost your chance, I don’t belong to you any more! I need to move on with my life, Damnit! I felt near tears as I thought, torn between the eroticism of the touch I was receiving, and the thought of loosing my dream lover.

“We have to go to my apartment before I fuck you in the alley.” Kenneth’s words snapped me back to the moment, and I panted, nodding my head dumbly, silently.

“Excuse me.” Came a voice I recognized, and for a moment I groaned, sighing inwardly at my mind continuing to play these tricks on me. That is, until Kenneth turned his head at the sound of the voice. My head snapped up, it wasn’t just in my mind, that voice was real this time. “As much as I enjoy watching you two go at it, I’d kindly like to take what is mind home with me now.” He continued on in a conversational tone.

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It started out as an English project while I worked on my Masters at Oxford. I came there from Los Angeles on a Fulbright scholarship to study self-identified sexual orientation among internet users. As a bisexual, I always questioned the idea that people could be born liking one gender other the other and stay that way forever. By analyzing stories and personal ads on the internet, I hoped to prove my thesis.

I saw a pattern over and over in the internet advertisements for gay sex posted by Arabs in the UK. More often than not, those Arab men identified themselves as straight, instead of bisexual. I attributed this to cultural taboos that prevented them from admitting their same-sex attractions, and arranged to conduct several interviews to verify this hypothesis.

So there I was in a conference room of the Oxford English Department waiting to interview a few dozen “straight” Arab men about their sex lives and their attitudes towards sex. I dressed formally, in a button down shirt and slacks. In retrospect, I should have worn jeans.

My first interview was with Michael, an undergraduate lad in Oxford who was born and raised in London. His parents had come over to the UK form the UAE, and they had strived to Westernize him. During the interview he kept indentifying himself as straight, and kept describing times he topped both men and women. As is standard in this type of academic research, I had to repeat my questions with different phrasing a few times to make the results more valid.

This repetition annoyed him a bit. “You keep asking me if I’m gay, bi, or straight, even though I keep telling you I’m straight. Don’t you believe me?” he asked.

“Sorry,” I said, “I’m just trying to make sure. It’s my methodology.”

He put a hand over the paper I was writing on. “Look, I can hear it in your voice every time you respond to my answers. You don’t think I’m straight.”

He had got me. Chalk it up to a lack of practice, but I didn’t hide my doubt very well. I mean, the guy could list time after time when he fucked men. How about he be straight. I tried to patch things over. “It’s just that in standard English, we call a man bisexual if he fucks both men and women.”

Michael laughed. “Bitches get fucked, men don’t. There’s nothing gay about fucking a male bitch, even if he some dick and balls there.”

This comment offended me. I decided it was time for him to realize he was talking to an LBGT individual. Sure, it would compromise my data, but it was worth it to make him view gay and bi men with more respect. “I’m bisexual, and I’m not afraid to admit it. Why are you?”

“You have sex with both men and women?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“You are always the top?” he asked.

“I’m a top with women and an oral bottom with men,” I explained.

“An bahis firmaları oral bottom? What is that?” he asked.

With a sigh, I said, “An oral bottom sucks cock, but does not give up his ass.”

At that point, Michael wore a cocky grin, “My sharmotas always give up their asses if I want them. You must have never been fucked by an Arab man.”

“I haven’t … but what does that have to do with anything?” I responded.

The light bulb went on in his head. “So, you are bi, because you are not gay yet.”

“I beg your pardon,” I said.

Michael got out his phone and showed me a video of a woman masturbating. “She is one of my bitches. Does watching that woman alone make you hard?”

“Yes,” I said.

Without warning, Michael groped my crotch. “You’re telling the truth.”

I pushed his hand away. “Why the fuck did you do that?”

“I was just trying to make sure. It’s my methodology,” he answered. Then he kissed me possessively. At first I resisted, but with his hand behind my head and his tongue forcing himself into me, I yielded. As soon as he felt my resistance wane, he slipped a hand down my pants to enter the crack between my ass cheeks. I was a bit disappointed when he failed to finger my rosebud. “I’ll be back in an hour,” he promised. Then he left. I could hear him say something in Arabic to the other undergraduate men waiting in the hallway for their interviews. They all laughed at his joke.

Well, any attempt to get data that day was shot. Each Arab lad that came in didn’t even bother to sit down or answer my questions. He just French kissed me and groped my ass. After the first few. I gave up and went to close the door. The man who had just left the room put his hand on the door to keep it open. He was stronger than me. He said something in Arabic to the dozen or so men still waiting for their turn. All it took was a glare from him to get me to step back.

I didn’t even ask the rest of the men questions. I didn’t sit back down either. I stayed standing to give them better access to my backside. Now, in addition to getting groped there, I got a hard smack on each cheek by each man. The guard at the door stayed at his post after all the men finished and until Michael came back.

“I don’t even have to make sure this time. I can see you tenting from that treatment,” he said. “Now that you’ve had Arab men, I bet you 10 pounds you can’t cum from watching a woman alone.”

I was ready to prove him wrong. “You’re on.”

The guard joined us inside and closed the door. Michael removed my pants and underwear without even a “by your leave”. Then he started the video of his woman masturbating and put the phone on the table for him to watch. “Shoot your sperm for her,” he commanded.

There I was, desperately jerking my kaçak iddaa White dick in an attempt to avoid shame in front of this lad a few years my junior. I only humiliated my self more. The 16 minute video ended without me cumming. It ended with me soft. “What can you expect after I was just sexually assaulted a few dozen times,” I said in my defense.

“OK. I’ll give you all evening to recover,” he offered. “I’m having 3 women over at my flat this evening. Be there at 7 pm to prove you aren’t a gay bitch now. Double or nothing.” Then he wrote his address in my notebook and left with his fellow Arab.

I was at Michael’s home by 6:40 pm. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being followed. Michael let me in. He was already naked. The three women, all of them young with hourglass figures, were on the bed wearing lacy things. There where three perfect women in the room with me, but all I could star at was Michael’s zeb. It was fucking huge and pointing straight up. It was a few shades darker than his olive skin, making it all the more alluring.

“You’re early,” Michael said as he closed the door. “You must be eager for my manhood.”

“I’m eager to fuck your women,” I retorted. “Oh, and happy to prove that you are a bit gay when we have man on man sex.”

“We won’t be having man on man sex,” Michael said as he disrobed me, taking command of my body with each article of clothing thrown to the floor. “Man on man sex is sinful. Having four wives is not. You will become my fourth wife tonight.” Then he slapped me six times on my ass.

At that point, I had had enough. Wearing just my boxers, I opened the door to flee. Several Arab men were waiting outside for me. There was no escape. “Your buddies?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. “They want to make sure my wedding night goes smoothly.

At this point I should tell you that I’m your typical twink. Michael, on the other hand, had the muscles of an underwear model, and the slim waistline of one too. So you can imagine how easy it was for him to get me tied up and on the bed spread eagle. My boxers were still on, but that was about to change.

He took out some scissors and proceeded to shred my boxers as I wore them. While he threw out the resulting rags he told me, “You will never wear boxers again. Boxers are for men. You are now a sharmota. Tomorrow, I will buy you lacy underwear to wear every day. We will shop together for it in this neighborhood, and you will make it clear with your body language as we shop that you are my bride. I want everyone to know that you are mine.” I was surprised when he slapped my balls. “You understand?”

“Yes,” I agreed.

He slapped my balls three more times. “Yes Seedi,” he corrected.

“Yes, Seedi,” I repeated.

What followed was a night of methodical sexual domination. kaçak bahis Each woman in turn got on all fours with her muff over my face so I could see Michael breed it. He had plenty of stamina. It took a couple of hours. I could hear the women moan in ecstasy the entire time. Michael alternated between growling, bragging about his manhood, disparaging my own package, and describe the life I would have as one of his wives. Then, at long last, it was my turn for breeding.

I knew it would hurt when he entered my ass. I was a virgin there, and he was thick as a beer can. I also knew that it wasn’t my place to protest. My new husband scooped out his jizz from each of my cowives and lubricated my boicunt with it. The fluids from all four spouses were now inside of me. I felt connected with my cowives in a way that went far beyond anything I could feel from entering them with my tiny dick. I was like a sister to them, bonded by our common top.

I screamed a bit when Michael entered me. He covered my mouth with his to silence me. There would be no words between us. Our only communication would be with his zeb and my ass. With rough fucking, his zeb told me that he would always dominate me. By relaxing to open up for him, my ass told him that I would always obey. This lasted a long time before Michael whispered in my ear, “I’m close.” He didn’t have to tell me what to do. I know what a man likes when he is close. I remember what I liked at times like that back when I was a man.

I squeezed as hard as I could on his zeb with my ass. That made things rougher. That gave me more pain and him more sensation. That gave me the gift of his powerful Arab sperm. Michael pulled out and showered without untying me. Staring at the ceiling, I felt his seed drip out of me. My cowives slept the night in that bed with me. Michael spent it in his own bedroom. I still wasn’t untied. I still hadn’t cummed. Without him in the room, my dick remained soft.

The next day we went shopping for lacy underwear as promised. I never did go back to my own flat. Michael’s friends moved all my stuff into his. Months later, I told my family that I was staying at Oxford for a PhD, because I loved the school so much. In reality, I stayed so that I could remain Michael’s wife. That was 10 years ago. I’ve never fucked a man in my life. I haven’t fucked a woman in a decade. Nor Have I been fucked by a non-Arab man in that time.

Michael would invite Arab friends over from time to time to use me. Each Christmas break, we holidayed abroad in a hotel room. He always set up appointments with Arab men to breed me during those trips. I’ve seen the Pyramids, the Burj Khalifa, and the Makkah Clock Royal Tower.

I couldn’t delay getting my PhD any longer. I earned it last week. Michael wants me to move back to the US and get a high power job to support the family. He told me to post this story and announce that I’ll be available to serve Arab men in my new home starting this summer. Feel free to contact me if you want to make arrangements.

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I couldn’t even thin that anything he was doing to me was less than evil. But Fraser was a determined guy and was set on getting that he wanted. Damn the feelings of anyone else.

“I shall have you arse by the time the day is through” he yelled with a very rude gesticulation.

It was if he had some sort of hold on me that I could not resist. He was an extreme extrovert and I was quite the opposite so although I said that I didn’t want that, he grimaced and told me quite categorically that I had no option.

Jim wined me, dined me and set me up in my own pad. So it was the least I could do to let him feast my ass. (His words not mine) So what could I do. Give up the pad or lump it?

Well to be honest, it would not be the first time I had been used by a lusty dominant guy. The first had me in the lounge of the cricket club when all had gone and we were the only two left. He said he needed as secretary some help in setting the venues for forthcoming matches but it didn’t take me long to realize his true intent when, behind me he shoved his hand deep into my right trouser pocket and gave me a massaging I had never known before.

To feel someone else doing it other than myself was really a delightful new experience because you never knew what the next move would incur.

So I was shocked, flabbergasted yet drawn to his touch and made no effort to refuse him when he asked me to drop my trousers.

It was like it was all some fantasy -almost unbelievable that I was with this guy, hardly known to me who was ten years my senior, standing there with my legs apart as ordered, and taking his length deep güvenilir bahis up into my relenting ass where he soon initiated me in the art of anal sex.

It hurt sure it did. It was my first time but he made no consideration for that even when I told him. All he muttered was that he loved a bit of virgin ass, so tight and fuckable and that is what he did and not messing, he had me pinned across the desk and had his use of me hook, line and sinker.

I just closed my eyes tight and gritted my teeth hoping it would soon finish. My hole seemed like it was burning and |I suddenly felt hot liquid shoot between, as he rolled his erect cock around and around making my hole squelch with the cum he’d spurted in no mean measure as he paused and took me once again, but this time the numbness of his first penetration had numbed me and it really felt nice and soothing. His fuck was slower and gentler now, like he had gratified his immediate lust and now thought he would enjoy me slowly. I felt him submerge into me, hold it there and felt his throb inside, so nice.

“You are a great fuck Peter, I simply love your ass so tight and so enticing” and oddly I felt quite pleased about that and when he wanted to take me on my back after some oral; rummaging around the contours of my ass, I gladly stretched my legs tight around his back and let him fuck me to the rim.

To that point I had not seen his size, it was bloody enormous and I was thinking how ever did he get all that inside me.

But now it was there inside again, thrusting gin and out like a piston engine and he certainly had his full use of me.

After that I türkçe bahis knew I’d been well and truly initiated. I could hardly walk straight, Jim teased I was walking bandy and I told him it was his fault.

“There is a lot more where that came from” he said and it seemed as though this was going to be a regular thing, having his fuck when he wanted.

I had somehow got myself into accepting that and began to take more care of myself physically, prancing about in front of a mirror in tight, tight jeans expressing the contours of my bum to its best position, pouting it out to show its worth. He said he wanted me in tight jeans with just a slit in the right place, he said there was something very special in fucking in jeans and the way they expressed the contours of my ass, the way the separated each cheek delightful in the middle was sheer ecstasy and he’d’ want to spank me and I don’t know what.

Yet bent over his knee his slaps seemed heaven as he made me know just what good sex with another guy is all about. And he soon taught me the art of oral sex and how so suck him to the full, the way he liked it. The first taste seemed repugnant but soon I adapted to it, so much that I yearned for its flavor and smell, it made me feel all the more ready for his deep penetrating fuck.

It was nice and it was really something.

So when he went and got himself killed in a road accident I missed him dreadfully, but still retained my dreams of how he enjoyed me in bed and everywhere.

So now it was Fraser who fancied me, but differently. He wanted to master me, handcuff me and I don’t know what, but I am sure I would güvenilir bahis siteleri soon found out!

“I want you to appreciate just what submissive means to your master and you will do as you are told at all times, do you understand?”

I nodded, his voice was so loud and dominant I had not option.

“And when I say I was you to wear this or that, take this position or that I want you to immediately obey me, and if I ask you to suck my cock till your mouth is numb you do it, understand?”

Christ! I knew Fraser was not to be messed with and wondered what I had gotten myself into. But I was intimidated and committed to him now and there was no way out.

I was to be his ‘joy kid’ as he called me, his ‘toy boy’ and everything else too and even though I was twenty now and had a life of my own, in Fraser’s opinion I belonged to him 100% and that was that.

Submitting to his desires, feeling him handcuff and tie me to the bed rail and give my ass a feel of his selection of Japanese dido’s was fearsome enough but I did enjoy the feel of his very passionate roving’s of my buttocks, fully pouted and serviced for him, him balling and sucking me all over. Then I felt the scourge of a strap as he let me have it full across the ass. It hurt, it really did,. I yelled and screamed but to no avail. And yet it was thrilling. It really was even though I shall never understand why.

I guess I am the type of guy that needs to be mastered and feeling then the stiffness of his large red penis entering me was a sort of relief after# that strapping, when my as cheeks were numb, but it all added to the enjoyment and thrill of the fuck and Fraser made sure of that.

I cannot say I am not happy with him. Sometimes I dread what he will do with me next, but somehow that is all part of the absolute thrill and excitement of it all. All that is Fraser!

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Amy was so excited. Tonight was going to be the night she finally got her boyfriend Brian into bed. She was already so wet with anticipation she had to wipe herself off before she slipped into her tiny red satin panties. She then slipped into her favorite little black mini-skirt and a tight white tank top with spaghetti straps that barely pulled it up over her perky breasts. It was cool enough that her nipples poked prominently through the fabric. She slipped her leather jacket on and checked herself out in the mirror for a second before grabbing her purse and heading over to Brian’s apartment. She found herself getting warm between the legs again as he answered the door in jeans and a wife-beater that showed off his rugged upper-body. He quickly grabbed his jacket as well and they headed to the local dance club. It took only a few drinks before they were grinding hard on the dance floor. Amy was straddling one of Brian’s leg and rubbing herself up and down on it while Brian fondled her tight little ass. Both of them were feeling more than a little dirty.

Brian held her close and whispered in nastily into her ear, “You love rubbing your little cunt on me don’t you? In front of all these people too, you’re such a little slut!”

Amy breathed back, “Oooh yeah, you’re making me all wet you sexy stud!”

“Maybe we better cool it before you soil your panties, eh?” replied Brian. Amy nodded and they moved into a booth to order some more drinks. After some white Russians they were both feeling very tipsy. Amy was ready to jump on the closest guy next to her while Brian was getting tired from all the drinks. Since Brian needed a rest, Amy went to the dance floor by herself. She found a cute guy and started grinding herself on him with little hesitation. Soon she was moaning as the guy reached under her skirt to feel her smooth ass.

Amy was completely lost in the moment when Brian’s angry voice shook her out of it, “You bitch! You can’t go five seconds without getting on some other guy, can you?” Amy tried to respond, but Brian cut her off, “It’s over whore, this happens every time and I won’t put up with it anymore!” Amy stood in stunned disbelief as Brian walked out the door. The other guy had disappeared too, not wanting to get in a fight. All of a sudden she could barely breathe. She grabbed her jacket and ran to the nearest exit. She gasped for fresh air as she stepped into the alley. It had started raining and the cool drops brought her back to reality. Realizing what had just happened, she collapsed to the ground crying. A tap on the shoulder made her look up. A warm face framed by shiny black locks greeted her.

The girl spoke softly, trying to comfort her, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“My boyfriend just dumped for no reason,” Amy sobbed out, “He’s never acted like that before, I don’t know what happened.”

“Relax, he’ll come to his senses when he sobers up. Why don’t you come over to my place to warm up and get out of this rain? We can talk it out and I’m sure you’ll feel better tomorrow.”

Amy looked at the girl again. She looked like she was a college student the same as Amy. She didn’t usually trust people, but this girl seemed different somehow.

“OK,” Amy said nodding her head.

“Sounds great, my name’s Heather by the way,” the girl replied, taking Amy’s hand to help her up.

“I’m Amy, nice to meet you.”

Heather lived at a typical college apartment complex that was just a short walk from the bar. They were both glad to get out of the cold rain.

“Hey Heather!” greeted Heather’s roommate from the couch.

“Don’t you ever get dressed?” shot back Heather. The girl was sitting there in gray boxer-briefs and a tank top.

“You know me, why get dressed when you’re not going out?”

“I guess you have a point there. Hey Ashley, I’d like you to meet Amy. Amy, this is my roommate Ashley.”

With introductions out of the way they all sat down in front of the TV. Amy finally got a chance to see Heather in a better light and she didn’t look like the type of girl who would be alone. She was wearing a white cotton T-shirt that was practically invisible because of the rain along with a tight leather skirt and black stockings. canlı bahis şirketleri Her very visible breasts were small but beautifully round. Her face was absolutely gorgeous with her short black hair cascading around it. Ashley didn’t look like someone who spent her nights alone either. Her long wavy auburn hair hung down to incredible breasts that almost burst out of her top. Her long smooth legs didn’t hurt her either.

“So, what happened with this guy?” Heather asked Amy, attempting to figure out why this beautiful girl was left crying in the alley.

“He wanted to sit a dance out, so I started dancing with some other guy and he just flipped out. I’d danced with other guys before and he never cared.”

“It sounds like he just had too much to drink, girl. I wouldn’t worry about it too much, no guy would give up a pretty girl like you that easily,” Ashley tried to ease her worries.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I’m just a little extra upset cause I thought tonight we would finally have sex.”

“So, that’s why you’re so upset, huh? I know what it’s like babe. I can’t remember the last time I had a really good lay. My hand is getting way too much exercise lately,” said Heather, finally understanding the situation. Amy was taken aback by Heather’s casual mention of masturbation. The other two seemed to pick up on this immediately.

“How come you seem so shocked? Don’t tell me you’ve never slipped a couple fingers between your thighs,” Ashley questioned.

“It’s not that, I just don’t usually sit around talking about masturbation all the time.”

“Well, there’s nothing to be shy about. Practically everybody does it. Everybody has their own little way too, don’t they Heather?”

“Yeah, my favorite is just plunging in with a few fingers and banging myself until I pass out,” replied Heather happily.

“What’s your favorite way to get off Amy?” asked Ashley inquisitively.

“Well…ummm.”

“Come on Amy, don’t be shy.”

“OK, I usually just rub something between my legs like a pillow or something,” Amy said starting to open up, “I remember my first time when I was 13, I was so horny I squeezed a teddy bear between my legs and rubbed myself all over it. So how do you do it Ashley?”

“I love using toys. I have a huge dildo collection. Sometimes I like fucking my pussy with a dildo with a vibrator in my ass. It makes me cum buckets.”

“Gee, thanks for the graphic description there, Ashley,” said Heather sarcastically. Amy guessed their sex talks didn’t usually go this far.

“You want me to make it more graphic for you? I’ve even got a little dare in mind. I’ll demonstrate my technique if you both demonstrate yours.” Amy couldn’t believe where this was going.

“You wanna get gross, huh? I’m game, how about you Amy?” Amy sat there stunned. All the same she was getting a little bit turned on by all this talk of masturbation. She wasn’t sure what to say.

After some deciding she spoke up, “OK,” she whispered a little hesitantly. She couldn’t believe herself.

“Alright, I’m going first,” Heather piped up.

She stood up in front of the couch and pulled off her skirt revealing lacy black panties and the tops of her black stockings. Without bothering to remove her T-shirt she slipped a hand into her panties and began caressing her sweet pink lips. It wasn’t long before she had her panties down around her ankles and was furiously pumping her fingers in and out of her gooey hole.

“Oh, fuck! That feels so damn good! Uhhhn, mmmm, ooh yeah!” Heather screamed out as her fingers became a blur, working her cunt hard and fast. Sticky juices dripped down her thighs as she flung her head back in ecstasy.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum! Uhm ah oooh unh.” Heather moaned out, “OH FUCK!” Heather screamed as she hit climax. She collapsed onto the floor and her sweet jism made a little pool on the carpet. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy and licked them off. By this time Ashley already had a wet spot on her boxer-briefs. She had already collected two penis-shaped dildos for her performance as well.

“Alright! My turn now,” she said excitedly, jumping up from the couch. She quickly pulled off her boxer-briefs canlı kaçak iddaa and placed a lubed up dildo slowly into her tight ass. She whimpered a little when she flipped it on, but then regained her composure and laid down on the floor to give Amy and Heather a clear view. Then she took the other plastic cock and slid it in-between her wet folds. Soon she was gasping as she pumped the dildo in and out of her cunt. Amy could tell this wasn’t going to take long. She could also feel a familiar wetness between her legs as she watched the vulgar act. The still skirt-less and panty-less Heather was clearly excited by the show, once again fingering herself.

“Ahh shit, oooh yeah, oooh yeah. That’s how I like it!” Ashley panted as she fucked herself hard with the dildo. Her hips started bucking and her legs spread wide as she finally hit orgasm. Another stain was left on the carpet as Ashley’s juices flowed out from between her thighs. Heather rushed up and removed the dildos from the half-conscious Ashley so she could lick them off. Heather absolutely loved the taste of fresh cum.

“Well, it looks like it’s my turn,” mumbled Amy as she took center stage. In fitting with the other girls, she left her top on, removing only her skirt and panties. She then grabbed a pillow off the couch and bunched it up between her legs. She squatted down on the floor and began rubbing herself all over the silky pillow. It felt so good against her wet crotch. Her ass clenched and unclenched as she rode the pillow, oblivious to everything around her.

“Oh goodness, oh shit, oh fucking shit,” she moaned as her pussy slipped and slid all over the soft material. Her golden curls bounced about her head as she fucked the pillow hard. Ashley and Heather were both masturbating furiously at the incredibly erotic scene. Amy just whimpered more and more while the orgasm swelled up inside her. With a loud “OH SHIT!” she came and nearly fainted while her jism leaked out onto the pillow. That’s when they finally noticed their other roommate Jessica had gotten back from her night out.

“Looks like the real party was in here tonight, eh?” she said, breaking the silence. Ashamed, Amy used the pillow to cover herself up while the other two seemed relatively unconcerned that they had been caught.

“So, aren’t you going to introduce me to your pillow-humping friend?” Amy was so embarrassed she couldn’t speak.

“Oh, sorry Jessica, this is Amy, Amy this is Jessica,” Heather piped up.

“Ummmm…Hi,” Amy managed feeling incredibly awkward.

“Don’t feel so ashamed Amy, I play these games with Heather and Ashley all the time,” Jessica reassured her. So that’s why Ashley and Heather were so comfortable with this Amy thought to herself.

“Do you mind if I join in?” Heather asked, “Amy’s little show got me a little horny.”

“Sure, we’re just demonstrating our favorite ways to get ourselves off,” Heather explained.

“Why bother masturbating when we could do each other?” Jessica asked, giving Amy the shock of her life.

“I don’t know if Amy’s ready for that,” Heather replied.

“I think it’s time we found out then.” With that Jessica helped Amy off the floor and passionately kissed her. Amy wasn’t sure what to do. She could feel the warmth growing in-between her legs though. It felt so good, she had to kiss back. As the kiss continued Amy lost herself in the moment, then she felt Jessica’s smooth fingers enter her pussy. Their tongues fought each other as Jessica’s fingers slurped in and out of Amy’s wet hole. Finally Jessica had to come up for air and withdrew her fingers at the same time.

“How was that?” Jessica asked. Amy couldn’t answer, she was so lost in the enjoyment and pleasure of that amazing kiss. A little foolish grin was all she could manage.

“I’d say she liked it,” Ashley chimed in, “but she’ll like this even more.” Ashley moved up behind her and dropped to her knees. Grabbing Amy’s thighs, she spread them a little wider and then gave her sticky pussy lips a soft kiss. She continued, kissing a little harder, probing around with her tongue. Amy just moaned softly at this new experience. Ashley found her clitoris and sucked on it gently eliciting a small canlı kaçak bahis cry from Amy’s lips. Her tongue swirled around inside her pussy, vigorously seeking out that magic spot. Amy flung her head back, closing her eyes and making little cries every now and then when Ashley found the right spot. Streams of sweet honey ran down the inside of her thighs as Ashley lapped at her poor little pussy like a dog. Finally Ashley went for the finisher, taking Amy’s hard clit into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it, bathing it in her saliva. Amy went wild, shaking and screaming out. Her cum poured out, splashing over Ashley’s face. She fell over forward into Jessica, breathing hard from the most incredible orgasm she’d ever had.

“Ohh fuck! I’ve never had an orgasm like that before,” Amy moaned into Jessica’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry baby, it won’t be your last,” Jessica replied seductively, “but first, I think Heather is feeling a little left out. Ashley, why don’t you keep Amy company while I help myself to a little bit of Heather.”

Jessica climbed onto the couch with Heather and gave her a deep kiss. Heather’s tongue slipped and slid over Jessica’s while her hands pulled up Jessica’s long emerald green dress. Jessica was busy pulling up Heather’s shirt to get at her chest. Finally exposing Heather’s pert little breasts, Jessica withdrew her tongue from Heather’s mouth and kissed her nipples instead. Heather groaned and gave up on trying to get under Jessica’s dress. Jessica sucked hard on Heather’s tits, tickling the now very hard nipples with her tongue as she did. Heather could only manage a few muffled moans as Jessica took complete control.

Meanwhile Amy and Ashley had collapsed into a nearby chair, necking passionately.

“So, are you ready for your first taste of pussy?” Ashley whispered into Amy’s ear.

“I think so.”

Ashley climbed up on the arms of the chair, placing one knee on each arm. Amy, still sitting in the chair had clear view of Ashley’s furry pussy, but wasn’t quite sure what to do. Tentatively, she reached up and held Ashley’s waist to steady her, moving her mouth closer to Ashley’s pink folds. She poked her tongue out and pressed it against Ashley’s lower lips. Ashley’s little moan told her she was doing the right thing. Amy’s tongue quickly searched out her clitoris, giving it a few gentle licks before exploring deeper into her wet hole.

“Ohh baby, you’re a natural-born cunt licker,” Ashley encouraged, pressing herself harder against Amy’s sweet lips. Amy responded with a long “mmmmmm” as she savored Ashley’s sweet juices.

Back at the couch, Heather had finally managed to get Jessica’s dress off. Her panties had been removed as well, leaving her in just a garter belt and her silky green stockings. Jessica was sitting on Heather’s face, getting the tongue-lashing of her life. She squirmed and moaned as Heather’s tongue probed her depths.

“Ahh Uhhh Ahhh Ooooh, shit, oh fuck, lick me you slut oh yeah,” Jessica moaned out. It was clear that Heather had her on the brink of cumming. Heather had to hold her in place so that her slick wet crotch wouldn’t slide all over her face as she gyrated. Finally, Jessica’s eyes rolled back and she screamed.

“I’m… unnhh… I’m cumming!, oh shit that feels amazing. Unnnhhhhh”

Heather lapped up all the Jessica juice she could as it came flowing out. She loved the taste of fresh cunt juice. Meanwhile, Amy had Ashley nearing orgasm as well. Ashley had to hold on the chair tight so that she wouldn’t fall in her precarious position. No matter how hard she tried, Amy couldn’t control Ashley’s bucking hips and had pussy thrust into her mouth with each thrust. Amy still managed to gingerly tickle Ashley’s clit though, driving her wild. She was so close to orgasm her pussy was literally dripping onto Amy’s face.

“Ohhhh, unnnnhhhh… I’m… uhhhh… I’m gonna… oh shit…ahhhh mmmm…cum!” Ashley cried out as her orgasm hit her full force. Amy was showered with Ashley’s sweet cum, so much that it even dripped off her chin.

“Oh, I can’t believe how great that was. I’ve never tasted anything like it,” Amy said excitedly as she licked the fluid off her face.

“I think we’ve got a cum-lover on our hands here,” Ashley joked, settling back down into the chair beside Amy.

The girls were fairly tired at this point (it was pretty late anyway) and one by one they drifted off to sleep.

To Be Continued…

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“That’s the way the rest of the night, and in fact the rest of the week went,” thought Robbie, coming back to the present. “It’s probably just as well that I’m going back to Pendleton; I need the rest,” he smiled to himself. “But god I’m going to miss these people – especially Mom and Don. Not to mention Josh and Kallia, and Grampa and Gramma too. Damn they’re fun!”

“So you’re leaving us, huh?” said Josh and Kallia together, as they slipped up behind the preoccupied young Marine.

“What are you two doing here?” Robbie asked his friends, grinning. He had to admit to himself that he was pleased that they had come down to the dock to see him off.

“We’re going with you,” laughed Kallia. “At least to the mainland. “Uncle Carl invited us along to help with the launch. He said we needed to ‘practice our seamanship’ – whatever the hell that means.”

“It means he still hasn’t gotten enough of our sweet, young bodies,” smiled Josh. He hopes he’ll get some more of that hot pussy of yours and if he’s lucky, maybe a taste or two of my cock, as well. It’s a long lonely trip, you know.”

“Wait a minute,” said Robbie. “You called him ‘Uncle Carl’! I thought he was your Dad?”

“He is,” giggled Kallia. But he’s our uncle too. Didn’t we tell you that?”

“I don’t think so,” replied Rob. “Christ, I’ll never figure out all the relationships on this crazy island.”

“Does it make any difference?” asked Josh.

“Not in the least,” laughed Robbie. It’s just confusing as hell, that’s all. I don’t suppose there’s a guide book of some kind is there?”

“Not that I ever knew of,” replied Josh seriously. “I suppose Gramma and Grampa might know all the lineage details, but I don’t think any body else cares very much. I doubt even the Mormons could come up with an accurate genealogy chart.”

“Hey, you kids,” shouted Carl from the deck of the launch. “Get your asses aboard if you’re going to the mainland with me. The tide’s running and waits for no man. Not even the U-nited States goddamn Marines.”

“Ah, cool it, Dad,” Kallia yelled back. “You just think you’re a bad assed pirate captain. But we know you’re just bad! But we’re cummin, so keep your jock strap on.”

“Christ, Robbie,” exclaimed Carl as the youngsters tossed Robbie’s bag to the deck and jumped aboard. “Have you ever seen a more disrespectful couple of brats in your life?” Robbie might have taken him more seriously if he hadn’t been complaining while feeling up his lovely young daughter’s tits under her loose fitting shirt.

“Dad, I see you’re going to be busy with that little slut for awhile, so I’ll take her out,” laughed Josh as he started the powerful engines of the launch.

“Who you callin’ a ‘slut’, Junior,” growled Kallia, “You keep that up and it’ll another 18 years before you get anymore of this pussy.”

“I’m sorry, Sis,” begged Josh. “I didn’t mean it… Please don’t cut me off! PLEEEASE…”

“Well, o.k.,” laughed Kallia. “But pay attention to your driving. Dad, Robbie and I are going to busy for awhile.”

“Oh, great!” grumbled Josh. “Maybe I’ll just put this sucker on auto pilot and join ya all.”

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Later, as he settled back into his seat on the plane, heading back to California, he allowed his mind to roam back over that, all too brief, voyage across from the Incest Island. He was surprised to feel his cock begin to stir again in his uniform trousers. When he’d gotten off that boat, he had been sure it’d be weeks before he even thought about sex again. He’d fucked Kallia again – twice in fact, and had been sucked AND fucked by both Carl and Josh Finally, he’d just laid back on the cushions and watched enthusiastically as Kallia was double fucked by her twin brother and her dad. Then he and Kallia relaxed as Josh and Carl sucked each other off in an incestuous 69.

Feeling a need to use the head, Robbie got up and headed towards the restrooms in the back of the plane, trying to adjust his growing hard on so it wasn’t quite so obvious a bulge in his trousers.

“Have a good time on the ‘Island’, or are you just glad to see me again?” smiled the handsome, young flight attendant that had been on their previous flight.

“What do you know about the Island?” asked Robbie, intrigued.

“I güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri was born there,” laughed the young man. “And I can’t imagine a gorgeous hunk like you leaving there with much left in that bulge I see. Was that your Mom and Dad that were with you on the trip out?”

“My mom and step-dad,” replied Robbie, grinning. “We were on our ‘honeymoon’!”

“OUR honeymoon,” questioned the “stew” with raised eyebrows. “Yeah! You’re an ‘Incest Islander’ alright,” he laughed. Stepping even closer to the young Marine, he surreptitiously rubbed his thigh against the growing bulge in Robbie’s pants. “I don’t suppose you’d be interested in slipping into the head with me for a ‘quickie’ would you?”

“Hell yes! Why not?” said Robbie eagerly. “It’s about time I joined the ‘Mile High Club’. It counts even if it’s with another guy doesn’t it?”

“I don’t know why not,” the stew laughed. “But if there’s any doubt about it, I’m sure one of the ‘girls’ would be happy to accommodate you as well.”

“No thanks,” laughed Robbie. “I don’t think I can handle much more than another blow job.”

Later as he returned to his seat, Robbie sagged into the cushions and fell into a sound, dreamless sleep and didn’t awaken until the thump of the landing gear signaled their imminent landing.

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“Hello,” said the lovely, young black woman, as she answered the ringing phone. “Thank you for calling ‘The Taboo Boutique’. How may I help you?”

“Hi, Darla, It’s Robbie. How ya doin’?

“Robbie, darling! Where are you? God! I’ve missed you guys. Is your Mom with you? And Don? How was your trip? No, don’t answer that… I can guess,” she laughed.

“Fantastic, just awesome,” said Robbie. “I can’t wait to see you and tell you all about it. You won’t believe the story I’ve got for you,” he laughed. “I’m at Mom’s right now, I just got in. Mom and Don are still on the Island, but I had to get back.. I’ve got a LOT to tell you.”

“Great,” said Darla. “Look, it’s almost closing time and it’s not too busy anyway. Why don’t I lock up a bit early and meet you somewhere for dinner and some drinks – strong ones. We need to celebrate!”

“How about the ‘Casa Tequila’?” Robbie answered. “But I warn you, Mexican food always make me hot and horney.”

“Hell, Sugar,” laughed Darla. “According to your momma, everything makes you hot and horney. I think I can handle it if you can.”

“Is that a dare?” he challenged, mischievously. “I must warn you – a Marine never passes up a dare.”

“Oh, goodie,” she giggled. But then she suddenly remembered that she had promised to meet her brother, Chet right after work to go look at new bedroom furniture.

“Damn, Robbie, I forgot. I promised Chet that we’d go shopping for a new bed this evening. I’ve been promising him for weeks now. I just can’t let him down again.”

“You’re planning on buying a king size bed aren’t you?” Robbie laughed. “You’re gonna need a great big one if we’re all gonna share it.”

“Who said we were gonna share it, you naughty boy?” replied Darla, coyly.

“A guy can always hope, can’t he? But seriously, why don’t you have Chet join us? We can all go shopping together, and then go have dinner. I haven’t seen Chet since the wedding either. It’ll be fun… What do you say?”

“Sounds great,” said Darla. “Chet will be here in a few minutes to pick me up. Why don’t we swing by your mom’s house and get you? That way we’ll only have one car to worry about. Oh, and wear your uniform! I want to make everybody jealous.”

“You got it, Sweetie. Give me a half hour to shower and shave and I’ll be ready and rarin’ to go”

“I’m sure you will,” laughed Darla. “See you in a few.” She hung up the phone and immediately called Chet to tell him of the change in plans.

“Damn,” thought Robbie as he hung up the phone. “This could really be fun!” He hadn’t been too sure of what to expect from Darla when he had called. She had certainly seemed friendly enough when he had last seen her at his mom’s wedding. But at the time, he had been totally preoccupied with fucking his mother for the first time and hadn’t really paid much attention to Sherrie’s lovely black bridesmaid except to notice that she was absolutely, güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri knock down gorgeous, of course. Almost as pretty as his mom, he remembered thinking.

‘Course Darla had had the hots for Robbie’s new step-father at the time anyway and they hadn’t really had much of a chance to get “better acquainted”. He hadn’t even been much more than introduced to Chet, Darla’s handsome, brother. But his lingering impression was that Chet was probably as fun-loving, witty and intelligent as his younger sister. He was certainly as good looking in his own, masculine way. Robbie had the distinct feeling after talking to Darla on the phone that the three of them were going to get along famously.

Softly whistling the “Marine Corps Hymn” to himself, he headed to the bathroom, conscious of a familiar tingling in his balls and a stirring of his cock as he stepped into the hot shower. “Christ, I’m horny,” he thought. “You’d think it had been months since I fucked myself silly on that crazy island instead of just a few weeks ago.”

A few minutes later he stood in front of the full length mirror in his mother’s bedroom, making some minor adjustments to his jacket’s decorations – few that they were. “Not bad,” he thought to himself. “I can see why most women, and a hell of a lot of guys are turned on by the uniform. It definitely brings out the best in a man.”

By the time he was satisfied with his appearance, he heard a car drive up to the front of the house and beep the horn. With a small salute to his mirrored image, he went out to meet his friends.

“Hi, Robbie,” said Chet as he opened the passenger door for the young Marine. “How’s it hangin’?”

“Loose as a goose, man. But definitely coming to attention, I think,” laughed Robbie as he slid into the front seat next to Darla, eying the long, slim legs extending from her short skirt. “I like the scenery.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Those legs of hers still turn me on, too – and I’ve been looking at them all her life,” grinned Chet.

“Stop it, you two! You’re embarrassing me,” purred Darla. “If you don’t behave, I’ll climb into the backseat and you can just play with each other!”

“Well, that’s not a bad idea,” laughed Chet. “But I think Robbie is enjoying the view, so why don’t we show him just a bit more?” As he said that, he ran his free hand up between the young woman’s silky brown thighs until the lace of her panties was just visible.

Slapping and pushing his groping hand away and vainly trying to pull her skirt back down, Darla said, “Honestly, Chet! You are so crude. Here Robbie’s just practically met us and you’re acting like a lecherous teenager. Now behave yourself or you can just go to bed without anything to eat!”

“Oh, no! Not that!” wailed Chet. “That would be cruel and unusual punishment – inhumane even! Wouldn’t you agree Robbie?”

“Oh, absolutely,” laughed Rob. “Going to bed with nothing to eat is a terrible fate for a healthy, horny, young guy.”

“Oh, he’s horny, all right,” giggled Darla. “He’s always horny. But he’s kinda cute, so I keep him around for his entertainment value. He’s not much good for anything else!”

“Now, now, girl. Be nice! Hey, Robbie,” said Chet, changing the subject, “I really like that uniform. Almost makes me want to join up myself.”

“Ha!” laughed Darla. “From what I’ve heard of Marine basic training, you wouldn’t last a week. You wouldn’t be able to think of a damn thing but the pussy you weren’t getting and the first thing you knew some big ol’, mean drill sergeant would be reaming you a new asshole.”

“Drill “instructors,” corrected Robbie. “In the Marines, they’re called “Drill Instructors.”

“Well they’re still sergeants, aren’t they? AND big and mean?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” admitted Robbie. “Most of them anyway.”

“Hey, I wanta go back to that “reaming” part,” said Chet. “That sounds like it might be fun.”

The three young people kept up the banter, double entendres and sexual innuendos all the way back into town. As they approached the shopping mall, Robbie said, “Hey guys, I’ve got a suggestion. Unless your hearts are really set on buying a boring old bed tonight, why don’t we just grab some take out, a couple bottles of wine and go back güvenilir bahis şirketleri to my place and kick back? I’ve got so much I want to tell you and I’m really not in the mood for shopping right now. Besides, I’d kinda like to get out of this uniform. It’s really starting to bind on me.”

“I know what you’re in the mood for,” laughed Darla, eying the growing bulge in the young Marine’s trousers. But, yeah, that sounds good to me, too. What about it, Chet? Can we get by for another night or two on that ratty old mattress of ours?”

“Sure, Sis. I don’t have a problem with that. You’re the one who’s been complaining that our bed’s too small for company – Not me. I like being all tangled up together. Can we stop and pick up some porno tapes too?”

“What, you think we’ll need them?” laughed Robbie. “Hell, we can just break out the camcorder and make our own tape if we want to!”

“You guys are incorrigible,” laughed Darla. “But as I recall, Sherrie has quite an extensive porno collection, anyway. I don’t think we need to rent any more.”

Having reached an obviously agreeable consensus, they picked up some fast food and a few bottle of good wine and headed back to Sherri’s house. As they ate their dinner and were working on their second bottle of wine, Robbie regaled his fascinated audience with the story of Sherri’s, Don’s and his “honeymoon” night and the incredible week he had spent on Incest Island. It took quite awhile to finish the story because both Darla and Chet kept interrupting and demanding more and more details.

“You mean you actually fucked the Grandmother?” gasped Chet. “And both of the twins? Awesome, man! Just awesome. How in hell did you get so lucky?”

“Actually, I was born into it,” laughed Robbie. “Which is another whole story and part of the reason that I’m here. Darla, do you remember my mom telling you the story of the first time she fucked her father?”

“Oh, hell yes!” sighed Darla. “That story made me so fucking horny, I had to get it on with her right then and there. You remember, Chet! That was the same night that Sherri kicked the shit out of those two bozos and saved my ass from being raped.”

“Oh, yeah!” said Chet. “How could I forget that night? Your mom gave me some of the best pussy I ever had, Robbie – present company excepted of course. She’s one hell of a woman, I can tell you that.”

“Tell me about it,” laughed Rob. “Fucking my own mother was just about the best sex I ever had.”

“Well, anyway. Back to why I’m here – other than to get better acquainted with the two of you, of course. Mom told me the same story she told you. But she said that she hadn’t told you all of the story. And that’s the rest of what I wanted to tell you. You see, her father was also my father. She was sure of it because even though she was fucking Uncle Jerry too, he had been away at school when she got pregnant. Then when her dad was killed, she and Uncle Jerry used the insurance money to move to a new town where no one knew them and assumed the identities of a married couple before I was born. I never knew, until Mom told me, that the man I barely got to know as my father was actually my uncle and that my real father was actually my grandfather.”

“My god, that’s confusing,” exclaimed Darla. “I always knew your mom was one complicated lady, but I had NO idea…”

“Neither did I,” said Robbie. “And, as they say on those TV commercials, ‘But wait, there’s more’.”

“More? What the hell more could there be?” asked Chet incredulously. I don’t fucking believe this. Rob, are you sure you’re not just running us a line of shit? Man, if I hadn’t been fucking my beautiful, sexy sister all our lives, I wouldn’t believe a word of this. What an incredible fucking story – pun most definitely intended.”

“Well, Darla, you remember that mom also told you that her mother had left the family and run off when she and Uncle Jerry were still just little kids?”

“Yeah, I remember that,” replied Darla. “She said that none of them had ever seen or heard from her again.”

“Yeah, well it seems that Zelda – that’s her mom’s name – read about Sherri and Don’s wedding in the paper somewhere. Don’s pretty well known in the business world and his marriage to mom did make some of the social news. Anyway she tracked us down on the island and told mom she would like to get back together if possible.”

“Oh, wow!” breathed Darla. “How did Sherri react to that. I think if it was me I’d be highly pissed – to have her just suddenly re-appear after I’d just married one of the wealthiest men in the country.”

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