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I grew up a typical Midwest kid, going to school, playing computer games, and hanging out with friends. I was more of a shy guy, and I never had a girl friend, but that never really bothered me. I stayed a virgin all through high school, but I planned to change all that when I went off to college. I was enrolled to UCLA, and I was invited by my Aunt Sarah, and Uncle Scott, who lived out in California to stay with them and get used to the area.

I hadn’t seen either of them in about 5 years, and was eager to catch up with them. As I flew into LA, I could see the city, and listened to the pilot as he announced that it was over 100 degrees outside, which was a far cry from the 60 degrees where I came from. I arrived and looked around the terminal for my aunt, Sarah. I had an idea what she looked like, but wasn’t expecting what I saw. She came running up to me arms open, and wrapped around me, and I hugged her back.

“You have grown so much, and what a handsome boy you are.” She said

“You look great too.” I said back, and I wasn’t just being nice. She was fucking hot, about 5 feet, 6 inches, and at least a C cup, and had a very tight body. Her blond hair hung shoulder length, and her sexy legs were accentuated by a short black skirt.

We talked for a while, and then went down to grab my bags. We brought them to her car, which was a beautiful mustang convertible, perfect for the hot California sun. We had a nice drive to their house, I couldn’t help myself, but I kept looking over at Sarah. I looked up and down her body, she glanced over and saw me looking at her, so I quickly darted my eyes away. She just smiled and kept on driving. We arrived at their house in about 45 minuets, she showed me to my room, and started to make dinner.

“Dinner time.” She soon yelled. I walked into the dinning room, and started to set the table. She brought in some spaghetti, so we sat down and started eating.

“Do you have a girl friend?” Sarah asked as she twirled the noodles on her fork.

“No.” I replied. “I never have had one.”

“So are you a virgin?” She casually asked. I choked on my food a little at the question.

“What?” I managed to stammer

“Are you a virgin? It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” She said.

“Well, umm, yeah I am a virgin.”

“Oh, just wondering.” She said. After a few minuets of awkward silence I had to say something.

“So where is Scott?” I asked.

“He had to work late tonight, should be home later though.” Sarah replied as she got up from the table and started doing the dishes.

After dinner I went into the living room and sat down on the couch to watch some TV. There wasn’t much on so I was just flipping through the channels. Sarah soon finished with the dishes and sat in the chair across the room for me. We watched for about a minuet, and then Sarah shifted in her seat, her skirt rode up, and revealed her sexy black lace panties. Her crotch was right in my line of sight, and I couldn’t help but look. I stared at her beautiful panties until I felt Sarah’s eyes on me. I quickly looked back at the TV, but then slowly drifted back towards Sarah. She smiled a little, got up from the chair and walked to her room.

She returned a few minuets later and sat back down on the chair. I slowly turned to look, and saw that she had taken off her panties. A wave casino siteleri of confusion washed over me, I kept asking myself what she was doing? Did she want me to look? I kept thinking she was my aunt, I shouldn’t be looking at her like this, but she made no effort to hide anything, so I just sat and stared as my cock began to grow. The silence was soon broken.

“Do you like what you see?” She asked, walking over to the couch, and sitting down beside me. I slowly nodded yes. “Well you have seen mine, now let me see yours.” I quickly unzipped my pants and pulling out my now rock hard cock. I had a larger than average cock, about 8 ½ inches long, but until now I didn’t know what a big deal it was. “My, my, you sure are a big boy.” Sarah said with wide eyes. “Would you like me suck it for you?” She asked, as she licked her lips. I nodded yes again, and she started down. Her lips wrapped around the head of my cock and her tongue worked around the shaft. I was in an orgasmic utopia, getting a blow job from my aunt. She started working me harder and harder, soon taking the whole thing down her throat. I couldn’t last much longer, she pumped my cock the last few times and I filled her mouth with hot cum. She came up and swallowed every drop.

“Get cleaned up, Scott will be home soon.”

“Ok.” Was all I managed to stammer out as she walked back to her room. I waited a couple minuets to soak in what just happened, and then went to my room for the night. I soon herd Scott come home. He and Sarah talked for a while and then got ready for bed. That night I jerked off to the sounds of Scott fucking the shit out of Sarah, and wondering what would happen tomorrow.

I woke up around 10:00 the morning to the smell of eggs and bacon; I stumbled into the kitchen to find Sarah cooking.

“Good morning.” Sarah said in a chipper voice. “Scott and I will be out all day, but we will be home later tonight.” She placed a plate in front of me and dishing out some eggs. She rushed into her room and changed and left before I had a chance to say goodbye. I mostly just sat around all day waiting for them to get back home. They arrived home around 6:00pm, we cooked a nice dinner, with no mention of what happened last night. After dinner I sat down on the couch again to watch some TV. Scott and Sarah soon came and sat beside me.

“We have talked it over, and we would like to include you tonight.” Sarah said

“Include me in what?” I asked

“Scott and I are swingers, and you are welcome to join us.” Sarah said as she rubbed my leg.

“Yeah, sure.” I managed to stutter.

“Well then, you two just wait here and I will be right back.” Sarah said as she walked back to her room.

She returned a few minuets later wearing a very sexy lace bra and panties. Scott and I just sat and looked as our cocks began to grow.

“Now strip!” Sarah commanded. Scott and I quickly complied with the order and threw our cloths off. After I had all my cloths off I took a look at Scott, and he was built. He was about six foot, and all muscle, for a man I had to say he was good looking.

“Now that’s a cock.” Scott said looking at my hard package. “I can’t wait.”

Can’t wait for what I wondered, but before I had a chance to think any more I was motioned over to the couch where Sarah was now sitting. She eagerly grabbed my slot oyna cock in her hand and began slowly stroking the shaft. I put my head back and closed my eyes as I enjoyed the methodic stroking. Soon, the hand was replaced with a mouth; I slowly open my eyes to see Scott going down on my cock. The shock of it caught me off guard and tried to scramble backwards in the seat, but Scott hung on.

“Settle down.” Sarah calmly said. “Just relax and enjoy it.”

I had to admit, he felt just as good, if not better than Sarah, and I soon started to relax. The combination of his tongue and teeth felt amassing, just as I was about to cum, he stopped, and got up.

“Now you suck him.” Sarah said.

“I’m not gay.” I immediately said back to Sarah.

“So, Scott’s not gay either, he’s bi, it’s like having the best of both worlds. Now suck his cock.”

I had some reservations at first, fear of being called a fag, and what people would think of me raced through my mind. Then I came to relies, why not, ill try anything once, and I might even enjoy it. I got down on my knees and took his cock in my hand. I slowly brought my mouth around the tip of his throbbing cock and took it into my mouth.

“That’s a good boy; it’s not so bad is it.” Sarah said.

Scott moaned as I sucked his cock, I had to admit I did like the feeling of having another mans cock in my mouth. After about 5 minuets he pushed my head off. The taste of his musky cock lingered in my mouth.

“Scott, why don’t you come over here and show the boy how to fuck like a real man.” Sarah said pulling her legs back. Scott knelt down in front of her and placed the tip of his cock at her await pussy, and forced it in. He buried his cock in her, and mercilessly started pounding her; she soon began to moan with pleasure. After watching Scott fuck her for a minuet or two he stopped and pulled his cock out.

“Your turn, and don’t be gentle, she can take it.” He said. I walked over and knelt in front of her and positioned the head of my cock on her pussy and slowly started to push. “Shove it in!” Scott commanded. I looked at Sarah, she nodded, and drove 8 ½ inch of cock into her pussy. Sarah yelped in surprise, but I continued to thrust my cock in and out with every bit of strength I had. She screamed and rubbed her clit as I fucked her. I continued for as long as I could, and pulled out. Sarah sat on the couch catching her breath and letting out the occasional moan.

“You got to try this Scott, the kid is amassing.”

“What do you mean try this?” I asked.

“You are going to fuck Scott in the ass, just like you fucked me.” Sarah replied as she regained her composure. “Assume the position.” She commanded to Scott. He quickly got down on all fours with his ass facing me. Sarah took a bottle of lube from under the couch and squirted some on his ass. She rubbed it around his puckered hole and worked two fingers in.

“We have to loosen him up a little, or that big cock of yours will destroy his ass.” Sarah said to me. I nodded ok, and got behind him. She squirted some lube on my cock and began to rub it around. Sarah stepped aside and gave me the go ahead. “Fuck him like you fucked me, no mercy.”

I placed my cock on his asshole and pushed it. His ass was a lot tighter than Sarah’s pussy, and I had no idea what to expect next. I continued canlı casino siteleri to push the rest of my cock in until I was buried up to my balls. Scott was already moaning and panting, and then I started thrusting like I had done before. With every stoke I gained in speed. Scott started to buck like a wild horse, I looked over at Sarah, she just kept nodding and yelling “Fuck him, fuck him like a dirt slut.” I pounded his ass raw for about 5 or 6 minuets, but then I felt my self starting to cum again and pulled out. My cock was throbbing with the build up of warm cum.

“You just hold that cum a little longer, we got one more surprise for you.” Sarah said. I was still completely in the dark, what could be more than fucking a guy in the ass. Soon, my question was answered.

“Get on you knees like Scott.” Sarah commanded. I did as I was told, but didn’t like the way things were looking. Sarah squirted some lube on my ass, and it was confirmed. Her finger felt weird as it swirled around my puckered hole, and then it slid in, I immediately tensed up and clamped around her finger.

“Easy, you have to relax, or this is going to hurt.” Sarah said rubbing my ass. I started to relax my ass as she slide another finger in. It felt incredible as her fingers massaged the innards of my ass.

“Now we are going to go slow, and take it easy on you. Just relax and enjoy.” Sarah said as she spread some lube on Scotts cock. He knelt down behind me, and placed the tip of his cock against my asshole. My ass started to open and wrap around his awaiting cock. I tried to keep relaxed as he forced his way in; there was a little pain but not enough to take away from the amazing feeling. Soon, his cock was buried deep in my ass; he took a second for me to adjust, and then started pumping. Sarah squirted some more lube on his cock, and the pumping became more rapid. I started moaning and breathing deep as my body reacted to the cock being thrust in and out of my virgin ass. After fucking my ass for a couple minutes Scott pulled out and stood up.

“I think he is ready for his first taste.” Scott said.

“I think so to.” She replied

I was brought up on to me knees again and in front of Scott’s cock. I took the cock in my mouth and started sucking like I had before. Then, Sarah placed her hands on the back of my head and Scott started face fucking me. I looked up to see his head go back and his eyes close, and I knew what was going to happen. A load of hot cum flowed into my mouth, I tried to let it dribble out the side of my mouth, but Scott removed his cock and pushed my head up, forcing me to swallow. It tasted sweet, and after the first taste I wanted more.

“I think he likes it.” Sarah said smiling at me. “Lets give him some more.”

She brought me over, and sat me down on the couch. She was immediately on my cock, sucking for all she was worth. I felt the cum swelling inside me and I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I blew my massive load in her mouth, and she took the entire thing. Then she straddled me and placed her lips to mine and forced the cum in. I eagerly swallowed it all and continued passionately kissing Sarah for what seemed an eternity. Eventually she got off and they both sat down by me.

“So kid, how did you like it?” Sarah asked.

“Better than I ever could have imagined.” I said

“Well you are here for another month, and going to school here in the fall, so maybe we can expand your horizons even more.” She said as they walked back to their room. I just sat in dismay, thinking about what could possibly be next.

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Colin and me used to end up naked together. Although we never touched each other. I felt that the chemistry was there, and I felt that we would end up fucking one day.

We had found a good few quiet places where we could strip off, and dare each other to do some silly stunts.

In the end I would get Colin to get some distance away from me so I could bring myself off at the sight of him running along and his hard cock bobbing away as he ran. I really wanted to hold his cock, and to have him in my mouth.

The closest that we got was when we rubbed our cocks together, and accidently touched each others hand. The feeling of his cock against the end of mine was the trigger for me to start wanking myself.

But time marched on and we drifted apart. We moved away from where we grew up, and never even met for years.

I was out with friends in the town centre. My friends were drinking. I was the driver for the night.

Near last orders (at last). We ended up in another bar, and I was given yet another glass of pop. I was starting to get fed up with the idea of being the driver. My mates were getting more and more pissed. I was still stone cold sober.

Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. There was Colin. We had not seen each other for ages. We hugged, just as long lost friends, and found somewhere quieter to have a catch up.

We swapped numbers before the bar closed, and I had to take my mates home.

I had only just dropped one friend off when I got a text from Colin. I had to wait until I had got rid of the last one before I could read it. ‘So happy to have met up with you after all these years. Problem is that I am stuck for a lift. Was hoping that you could pick me up…. please.’

I rang him back to see if he was still in need of a lift, and where he was.

Colin answered straight away, and he did need a lift.

I was so looking to getting home and having a drink. That would have to wait a little longer.

He was where he said he would be, and he thanked me when he got into my car.

As we drove on to his place, Colin was a lot quieter than he had been in the bar. Eventually he spoke. “Remember what we used to do when we were younger?”

“Oh yes. That was fun.”

“Have you done anything like it with anyone else?”

“The wife used to like being fucked outdoors. Not so much since we have had the kids.”

“I meant with another man.”

“No never really wanted to after doing it with you. Have you?”

“No I only done it with you too. I never found anyone else that I could trust to do it with.”

“A few men have tried to chat me up over the years, but I never really wanted to try doing that with them.”

“Would you have gone further with me?”

“When I used to dare you to run around and you were far enough away I used to play with myself thinking about you.”

“And I was there?”

“You weren’t beside me. But yes.”

“I used to wait until I got home, then I would play with myself thinking about you and your hard cock.”

“I don’t know how I never took a hold of yours when we rubbed ours together that time.”

By then I was hard. I could see that Colin was trying to adjust himself too.

Then he went on. “What would happen if I got mine out now?”

“Not much, seeing as I’m driving. What would you have liked me to say?”

“I would have wanted you to get yours out too. Then maybe we could touch each other.”

“Not sat in the car. I would prefer to be indoors, where it’s safer and more comfortable and relaxed.”

“We could do that tomorrow night. It’s her turn to go out, and the kids are at her mothers too. I would have to meet up with her for the last orders though.”

“I could get out tomorrow night. Perhaps Julie could get her mates round for drinks. Or after the night that I’m going to tell her that I have had she wouldn’t mind me going out.”

I found out exactly where Colin was directing me. I took a little diversion to a layby near his.

“What have you stopped here for?”

“I wanted to have a look at you and what you have got there.” Nodding to Colin’s crotch.

“But your going to see it tomorrow night. I hope.”

“We might be touching each others tomorrow. I just wanted to see if my memory of it is close to reality.”

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

“Ok then on three.”

We both managed to release our hard dicks at the same time. Colin’s was almost as I had remembered it. (and still had the occasional wank thinking of it.) About seven inches with a nice girth to it. Like years ago his bell end swelled out from his foreskin. I felt my cock become harder at the sight of his.

I wanted to take a hold of it, and to stroke his magnificent member, but held myself back from doing so. That would wait until tomorrow. I hoped.

“Right. I think that we should put them away. In case one of us got too carried away. There’s tomorrow.”

“Yours is bigger than I remembered. It’s going to be fun tomorrow when we dare each other after all this time.”

I managed the struggle casino oyna of sorting out myself. Then I turned to Colin. “I hope that you are not going to walk into yours with that still as hard.”

“I hope so too!”

Colin gave me directions to his house. Once outside. “Thanks for the lift and for reminding me of the good times. I will send you a message when it’s clear. Or I could pick you up if you want to have a drink.”

“I might take you up on that.”

There was a pause as we looked at each other. I could have leant over and kissed him. “Goodnight.”

“Night thanks again and I will see you tomorrow.”

It wasn’t that far from my house, by the time I got home my mind was racing about the next night.

I had a few vodka’s in me before I calmed down. Julie had been in bed when I got home, she decided to join me for a drink. Which made her randy.

All she had on was a flimsy dressing gown, she let that fall open, then she started to touch herself. She knew what I liked to see and what to do, for me to fuck her.

I did want to save my cum for the next night with Colin. But Julie had done enough to change my mind. Especially when she started sucking me.

As Julie sucked me, my mind wandered to the following night, and would I be sucking off Colin, what would his cum taste like? Would he suck me, will we fuck?

A great urge to start to cum brought me back, to Julie sucking me. I got her to stop that, bend over and I took her from behind.

As I fucked her I asked. “When I first put it up your bum did it hurt?”

“Not really. Why do you ask?”

“Nothing really, just one of the lads had said that him and his new girlfriend tried and it hurt her.”

“Not enough prep then.”

“He swore that he took his time and lubed her up so much.”

“She might have been nervous or not relaxed enough.”

“What do you like more. Me or your dildo up there?”

“You. It feels nicer. But I did like it when you used that big fat courgette.”

“We could buy something similar, or bigger if you wanted.”

“No not now. Just fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

Julie was bent right over as I pounded her pussy. I had to look at her arsehole, and wondered how different Colin’s cock would feel compared to Julie’s dildo in me, as well as sucking it and his cock.

Too much of thinking about trying my first cock. I started to cum in Julie.

Once we had calmed down, Julie was away to clean herself. I had yet another drink.

We lay in bed later. Julie fell asleep almost straight away, which was a shame. I wanted to give her the idea of having a few of her friends over the next night. I just would have to make sure that I was up the same time in the morning. I had a few things to sort. Like shave my balls, trim my pubes. Try to get some me time to practice sucking her dildo, and a surprise for Colin if we started daring each other.

When Julie got out of bed, I could have done with at least another hour. But I had plans for the day.

I needed not to worry about her friends coming over, she had invited them already. As she thought that I would be going out due to being sober the night before. And even better, she was going shopping for some nibbles. Did I want to come with her?

That was an obvious no.

Once Julie was away, I found her dildo in her knicker drawer, and began giving it a blow job. Then I decided that Colin’s hard cock would be better. I hid the toy in exactly the same place, grabbed my surprise, and for the rest of the day just killed time.

Colin sent me a text, to see if I was still going to his. If I wanted to be picked up, and if I liked beer or lager.

I replied that I was going to get Julie to drop me off in town and to meet me where I was parked the night before.

If I got dropped off earlier, then I could have a few pints of dutch courage.

Sat in the bar alone. I felt as though I was on a first date. I never stopped checking my phone and prayed that he had not changed his mind.

Colin sent a message that he was there. Where was I?

When I got in his car, I wanted to kiss him and to have a feel of his cock. It was hard to resist the temptation.

On the way to his house we never spoke of what we were going to be doing. Even when we were in his house it was never mentioned. It took us a few drinks to get round to it.

Colin said. “What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. What did we used to do?”

“As far as I remember we picked wherever, and stripped off and then went through our dares.”

“Sounds good to me. What dares are we going to do? I think that cctv is around too much now.”

“We could just stay with the back yard. I don’t think that anyone can see in there.”

I started to undo my belt. Colin took the hint and started to get naked too.

Soon we were both naked. Cocks nice and hard. We gave each other the once over. I checked out all of his body. Nice and lean, pubes trimmed too, his cock pointing at the ceiling.

We made our way to the back door. Colin leading the slot oyna way. There I noticed that he had quite a cute bum for a bloke. Once it was open we stood really close to each other.

“Now what?”

Colin dared me to touch the gate at the end. In all a walk of about twenty feet.

I tiptoed my way there, touched the gate and went back as quick as I could, having a good look around.

“Your turn.”

Colin was more brazen. He strolled there, and stood at the gate. “Like that?”

“I like the view.” He looked good.

When he walked back. “Come inside. We can go upstairs and try something there.”

In their bedroom. “Stand by the window, and open the curtains. There is nobody in the house over the road, they’re on holiday.”

I pulled the curtain open, trying to hide behind it as it opened. “Not like that, you have to be in the open.”

“What like this?” As I stood right in the middle of the window, with nothing hiding me. Then I drew them closed again.

“Give me a second before you do it.”

I ran back downstairs and grabbed my surprise from my jeans.

Back in the bedroom I gave Colin a pair of Julies knickers. “Put them on first, then open the curtains.”

Colin slipped on the little pair of knickers, his hard cock poked out from them.

He walked to the window and pulled the curtains wide open, and turned to me and started stoking his cock.

“Ok you win. I can’t beat that.”

Colin walked back to me, still stroking himself. He stood right in front of me.

“Swordfight?”

I took a hold of my cock and held it level just in front of his. My heart now pounding. We started to gently rub our cocks together. I slid my cock along his shaft, stopping just before his hand and took it all the way to the tip of his and then circled around his swollen end before looking into his eyes.

Colin smiled at me and then leant in and kissed me. I kissed him back, before pulling him to me where we kissed more passionately. Then our tongues met. They played with themselves as our bodies got as close together as possible. Both hard cocks pressing into the other.

Pausing the kisses. I said that I wanted to take him in my mouth, and to suck him. If he wanted me to.

He never said a word, so I took that as a yes and dropped to my knees, my face level with his solid cock.

I was so nervous as I took a hold of him and stroked his cock, pulling it down so I could take it in my mouth. I kissed the end at first, giving me more time to get my mouth as wet as I could get it, before closing my lips around the end of my first ever cock.

I felt that my saliva was disappearing with the nerves. Yet as I began to suck Colin for real, his cock slid up and down its length easily.

I sucked and wanked him as best as I could, trying to take as much of him in my mouth as I possibly could. Until I got it to the back of my mouth, I gagged there. But it never stopped me from giving it my best, while savouring the feeling of having a cock in my mouth.

It felt as if I had only been sucking for seconds when Colin got me to stop.

“I want to do that to you, before I cum. I didn’t know if I should stop you, cum in your mouth or cum into my hand.”

“I would have let you cum in my mouth. I used to cum in my own mouth, thinking it was you doing it to me when we were younger. Where do you want me?”

“On the bed. We can suck each other.” He slipped off his panties. I lay on their bed. Colin lay in front of me our hard cocks in each others face.

I took hold of his, and got comfortable. I needed to inspect all of it. After all I had not seen a cock so close, or even held another mans before.

I could feel Colin kissing mine, and then his tongue slithering all around my bell end.

I carried on stroking his. Getting his foreskin over the tip, and watched it peel back and revealing his lovely purple helmet. To help it along I licked away at the tip, making it slick with my saliva, to cover the end once more. Before sucking him once more. This time with the sole intention of making him cum in my mouth. Trying my best not to enjoy too much of what Colin was doing to me.

He would suck me further into his mouth than I could do to him, even though we had pretty equal sized dicks. Then he stopped sucking to wank me really fast and firm. That was a new experience to me, and he succeeded I began to cum in his mouth. As I cum I sucked away, getting as much of him in my mouth as I dared, then I had my first taste of someone else’s cum. He would spurt cum and I would swallow it, lots of it. That was worth the wait.

Once he had stopped, I lay there with his still quite firm cock in my hand, milking every last drop from him, licking the droplets of his sperm from the tip. I was hooked from then.

We lay on the bed like that for ages. I didn’t want to leave his beautiful cock alone. I felt that Colin had the same idea about mine too.

Until. “Fuck have you seen the time?”

It was getting on. Although there was no that much to tidy up. We had to make canlı casino siteleri sure that everything was all neat and tidy, and Julies knickers were safe in my pocket.

Downstairs we dressed, double checked everything before cracking open some beers.

“I’ll have this then I will ring for a taxi. That should be enough time for another drink.

We stood in the kitchen, close to each other. I had to kiss him, he had his tongue in my mouth, and a hand on my crotch. “Do you think that there’s enough time to do it again?”

I said that we better not. Just in case.

“Are we going to do it again though?”

“Oh yes. Perhaps even more than what we have done tonight.”

“And what would that be?”

“I might let you make love to me.”

“I could do that. But you would have to do it to me too.”

“Maybe.”

I got a text saying that my taxi was there. “Time to go. Thank you.”

“No thank you. It was great.” He gave me a little kiss.

“Two seconds.” I dropped back on my knees, took out his cock, and took it all in my mouth. As I stood up. “That will give me something to remember when I’m having my next wank. See you soon.”

Then I walked out to my taxi.

Colin said thanks and goodnight. I said the same to him.

When I arrived home, I felt no guilt when I saw Julie.

It felt as though time stood still waiting for the next time with Colin. I did manage some me time with one of Julies dildo’s when I was alone. Just to make sure that I would be able to accept Colin there.

It seemed that Julie had nothing planned for weeks, so that ruled out any chance of a meet in my house. We would have to wait for Kym, Colin’s wife to give us a chance.

It took three weeks since our last time that we could be alone. In Colin’s again. There was no need for any Dutch courage this time so I drove there. After I told Julie that he needed help on a diy project.

I got to his place and knocked on the door. When Colin opened the door he was naked, sporting a hard on already. We kissed soon as the door shut. I held on to his tool as our tongues played.

Colin took most of my clothes off, before we made it to his kitchen. I got him against a worktop and dropped down on my knees, to suck him. As I sucked, Colin held my head and started to fuck my mouth. As soon as he had enough and took away his cock, I got him to turn around, take a step back to me and bend over. Colin’s bum was really cute, and as I kissed it all over I realised that his bum was hairless, as well as his legs. The only hair on him was on his head and his neatly trimmed pubes. As I parted his cheeks I wondered if he was like that the last time we were naked. Kissing and licking my way around the crack of his bum I worked my way to his arsehole. As I kissed and licked his hole, Colin adjusted his stance to give me better access. I told him that I wanted him to fuck my hole first. He told me that I could have anything that I wanted if I just kept on licking him like that. I tried to have a play with his dick too, but he removed my hand. He might cum like that.

Eventually Colin said. “Upstairs, it’s your turn.”

At last, I was going to loose my anal virginity. Something that I had always wondered about. I had played with my hole for years and years. Julie would often use a dildo on me. But I always wanted to know what a real cock would feel like.

In the bedroom, I saw that Colin already had the lube, condoms and some wipes on a bedside table. “Where do you want me?”

“Get on your knees and bend over.”

I climbed onto the bed and had my arse exposed to him. Only Julie had ever seen me like this before. That took a few times with her before I felt really comfortable doing it.

I felt Colin get on the bed behind me, and a hand taking a hold of my cock. Then he started kissing my ass cheeks, while stroking my hard cock. Somehow he managed to get my cock to point backwards so he could suck it, while tracing a finger around my little hole.

Then he let go of my cock and began to lick me, his tongue fluttering over my ring at first before he started to really lick and kiss my bum hole.

“Fuck me please. I need you in me now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

I could feel him moving about on the bed.

“You want me to put my dick in here?” I felt a cold and wet finger touch my hole.

“Please.” His finger slid into me. I gasped as he began fingering me, then he added another finger, stretching me a little more.

“Ready?”

“I’ve been waiting for this for years.”

Colin got into position, he rubbed his cock around my hole. Then paused just as he was about to enter me. I couldn’t wait. I began to push back onto him.

“Hold on there is no need to rush. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s just the real thing that I haven’t had up me.”

“So you use toys there too.”

“Every bloke has probably tried it once. Some like it more than others. Are you going to take my virginity now?”

Colin eased himself up me. I felt the delight of my hole stretching ever more to take his cock. No dildo had ever felt as nice as this. I understood instantly what Julie meant when she said that she liked my cock in her rather than a dildo. Unless she was really drunk and wanted her arsehole really opened up.

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Code Blue…Final Chapter.

Ryan*

After three more days in hospital I was finally released. Not before the doctor gave me a thorough scolding about taking it easy blah blah blah. I practically begged him to let me go back to work and he agreed after making me promise I would take desk duties for the next two weeks. I rolled my eyes in disgust but agreed anyway just to get out of there. He left me with one last threat. “I do know where you work you know. Don’t make me call and make sure you’re actually going to do what you just agreed too.” He softened that statement with a smile. Hmm…He was also pretty darned cute! I knew I was on the mend now. But there was one guy in particular that I had to make up with.

After lying in bed with nothing to do but think I really began to regret the way I had treated Ian. I still wasn’t sure about what I wanted but I knew that if Ian was still talking to me then I would see that as a sign that maybe things weren’t hopeless after all.

I needed to get home and wash the hospital smell off me and eat something that actually resembled food then maybe I would stop by the precinct and see if Ian was working today. I guess my car was still impounded after I collapsed at the store so I haled a cab and headed home. Actually getting my car back was a great excuse to stop in at work. God listen to me! I was sounding more like a lovesick teenager with every minute that passed.

I felt someone shaking me. It was the cab driver. I guess I fell asleep on the way home. I paid him and was about to put the key in the lock and I noticed an envelope taped to my door. Curious I took it down and brought it inside. I dropped my bag and sat on the couch with the note. I didn’t recognize the handwriting and then I read “Dear Ryan” and I knew it was from Ian. My heart skipped a little. I left it on the couch for a minute and came back with some water. Suddenly my throat had gone dry.

“Dear Ryan,

After I left the hospital the other day I was really pissed at you and very hurt. I wasn’t sure what you were doing until I thought about it a little more. I realized that you are terrified of loosing someone you care about again so you had to make sure I left you before that could happen. And you know, that makes sense but it’s also a cowards way of life and that’s not who you are. I know that you are hurting from Mark passing and that’s ok, you will probably never stop missing him. But do you really believe that he would want his best friend and partner to sit back and let life pass him by? You aren’t honoring his memory by behaving this way.

I decided to get away from things for a while. I left details at work just in case you want to talk or come see me. I know you have feelings for me and it’s no secret that I have them for you. In fact, in spite of my best efforts I seem to have fallen in love with you. I don’t give up easily so I will wait until you’re ready however long it takes ok?

Thinking Of You

Ian.”

Wow. I didn’t realize I had been holding my breath and it came out in a whoosh. Now that was some letter. It left me feeling giddy and scared but also smiling like a fool. It gave me great comfort to know that Ian wasn’t going to rush me or insist that I act on my feelings until I felt ready but I also didn’t want to leave him hanging around in limbo either. It wasn’t fair and it certainly wasn’t the way I did things. He was right. I was behaving like a coward and Mark would be really mad at me if he were still here.

I sent my gaze to the heavens. Well my friend I guess this is where we find out just what kind of man I really am. God I miss you.

I left the note on the couch and took a shower then guzzled down about a pound of pasta before curling up in bed with the note still in my hand. I was looking forward to finding out where Ian was and then proving to him that I wanted something more than just friendship with him.

Ian*

I arrived at my uncle’s cabin just on dusk. I got off my bike and let the peace and beauty of this place wash over me. There was a small lake near by with plenty of fish according to Uncle Henry but my skills certainly would leave the fish feeling safe from capture. This was just what I needed. The last few weeks had been very stressful and I was exhausted emotionally and physically. I left a note on Ryan’s door, which I hoped he read once he got out of hospital.

I knew I would be on pins and needles waiting to see what he would do but I also had resigned myself to no result at all. I knew he was hurting badly from Mark and I didn’t want to compete with that but I wanted him to be clear about my feelings too. I told him that I would wait but how long was that going to be?

I was normally a patient person but this time it was going to be hard to wait.

I didn’t have a Plan B if this one fell through. I guess I was just hoping that I wouldn’t need one. I took my one small bag inside and orientated myself with where things were amsterdam shemale in the cabin. It was simple and neat and would suit my needs perfectly. I opened the fridge. Ah yes trust Uncle Henry. It was well stocked with assorted beer. When he came here that was all he lived on. Beer and fish. Of course that also explained having a cholesterol level so high that the doctors called him a walking miracle because he hadn’t dropped dead of a heart failure yet.

I moved about the cabin then went upstairs to the solitary bedroom. I saw Ryan and I lying there exploring each other. I couldn’t wait to taste him and feel him against me. I hardened and blushed all at once and went back downstairs.

I moved into the forest to search out some wood for the fire. I noticed a few cans in the cupboard so it was going to be mystery night until I could get to the market the next day. Most of it was wet but I found enough small pieces to get a good fire going. Now all I need is Ryan here.

I ate an interesting combination of tuna, crackers and a slightly stale bowl of cereal, dry of course because there wasn’t any milk. I noticed a small diner on the way in so I was looking forward to stopping there for breakfast.

I spread myself out on the leather couch, resting my head on a small lumpy pillow and let my thoughts wander. It would be heaven if Ryan had the guts to come find me and we could spend some time here together. I drifted off to sleep imagining Ryan’s arms around me and my head resting on his chest.

Ryan*

The next day I went into work to get my jeep back and bug the Sargent about where Ian was. As I walked through the precinct the guys welcomed me back. I got my ticket for the jeep and went to the impound yard to get it back. I was grateful that I worked here because I couldn’t afford the $200 it would have taken.

I went back inside and tried to be very casual about asking for Ian’s whereabouts. Apparently casual isn’t my middle name because as I left the Sarge winked. “Go get him tiger.” I am sure my entire body turned purple. I just smiled and drove away as quickly as possible.

I had no idea where Silver Lake was so I had to stop and ask for directions. It wasn’t until I was half way there that I noticed I didn’t pack any clothes. You moron! I berated myself. So I had to turn around and go back to get a few things. I didn’t even have to ask about time off it was just assumed that I wanted some so my shifts were covered for the next week.

So I had an entire week to either fix things with Ian or screw them up even more. If it didn’t work out the way I hoped then I would have the rest of the week to get very drunk before I went back to work. Packing a bag I returned to the road once more and began the three-hour drive to Silver Lake. I fidgeted most of the way and stopped at a small gas station to take a leak and grab a drink. According to “Jake” the guy wearing the filthy coveralls Silver Lake consisted of a few stores and because of the lake was mostly a summer town. “Don’t know why you’d wanna go this time a year. It’s awful quiet.” He drawled. Little did he know that was exactly what I was hoping for.

“Jake” tipped his hat at me as I left. I made it to Silver Lake around 4.30pm and the first place I saw was a very cute little diner so I stopped in to have an early supper. As I sat at the counter I felt the nervousness start in the pit of my stomach. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I startled when a booming voice said “Hi stranger. We don’t get many of you this time of year. You lost?” I looked at the mountain of a man sitting beside me. I tried unsuccessfully not to stare and wondered if this was one of those small towns that people stopped at and were never heard from again. I smirked at the thought and earnt a suspicious look from my counter buddy.

“Maybe you could help me? I’m looking for a cabin out on Jones Road. Do you know where that is?”

The mountain with legs scratched his beard and boomed over at the waitress. “Hey Noreen! That old place out on Jones Road. Ain’t that Henry’s place? You know right on the lake?”

Noreen stirred from reading her gossip magazine and came over. “Hi hon. You lookin for Henry’s old place? Let me see that paper.” She looked at the address I had hastily written down before I left. “Yep. That’s Henry’s place alright.” They both looked at me expectantly. Noreen felt the need to add. “Yep. Henry’s nephew arrived the other day. Cute as a button.” For at least the second time today I found myself blushing.

Noreen bent forward exposing her rather ample bosom. “If you take a left at the end of that road then go about five miles. It will be the last place on the right.” Mountain man gave me a little shove that nearly sent me off the stool.

“Ok thanks. I’ll just eat my burger then head off.” They looked at me like what are you waiting for?

I finished my burger in two huge mouthfuls and paid my tab. ‘Well thanks again. I’ll probably be seeing rotterdam shemale you around. I’m hoping to stay for the week.” I have no idea why I volunteered that information but they absorbed it with great interest. I waved and escaped out into the crisp fall air. God this place was beautiful. A little odd but lovely all the same. I took a deep cleansing breath. So this is it.

I got back in my jeep and followed Noreen’s directions, which wasn’t hard considering Jones Road was the only other main road in the whole town. I gave myself a pep talk on the way there. Come on. You can do this. Every day you face down criminals. This is a cakewalk.

There it was. Last place on the right. Wow. It was really a cabin. Not one of those fake wood ones. This was definitely made out of trees. There was a small lake that I could see hiding behind some Aspen trees. This was some place. I saw movement on the porch. Ian appeared and came slowly down the steps. A small smile on his lips. I pasted one on my face and got out. Lord have mercy on me.

Ian*

He’s here! Ryan is actually here! He looked thin and a little tired but I have never had a problem with taking care of someone I love so that was ok with me. I tried not to run at him and wrap him up in my arms. He looked like he was headed for the firing squad. Ok just take it easy. I reminded myself. I walked up to him. “Well hi. How are you? I’m glad that you’re here Ryan.” He looked at his feet then back at me.

“I’m doing ok thanks.”

I noticed that he was still favoring his right side. He winced a little as he stretched.

“So are you staying? Or is this just a quick visit?” The last thing I wanted to do was pressure him but I needed to know where things were headed.

Ryan opened his mouth and then swallowed hard. “Well if it’s ok with you I bought a bag. So I guess I’m staying?” He moved to the passenger side of his jeep and got his bag out.

I went to take it from him and our fingers brushed. It was just a small touch but enough to shake me. I knew he felt it too. Ryan gave up his bag and followed me inside. I took him on the penny tour and then pointed out the lake. “It’s a shame it’s getting cold. We could have gone swimming.” I arched my eyebrows suggestively making him blush. Lord he was adorable.

I had already been into town that morning and thank God I got food because I knew we could both pack away the calories. If things went the way I hoped then we would need all the energy we could get.

“I have enough wood collected to start a small forest fire so let’s go inside ok?” We both moved for the door at the same time. Ok this time there was no stopping myself. I lent in and took in his wonderful smell and brushed the back of his neck with my lips. I felt him shiver and then moan quietly.

“It’s ok.” I whispered. “I’m not going to rush you. I just needed to know that you feel the same way. And now I do.” I smiled against his skin. I longed to take him in my arms and take all the pain of the last few weeks away.

I let him go inside first and motioned for him to sit while I got the fire going. I felt Ryan watching me as I moved around and I enjoyed it. I was determined to let him make the first move so he could have some control over the situation. The fire was looking good so I sat beside him on the couch. He was staring at the fire with his long legs stretched out before him. He looked so uncertain and lost. My heart ached for him. I decided to ease things a little.

“Ryan. I’m so glad you’re here. I wasn’t’ sure if you would want to find me. I told you in that note that I wasn’t going to rush you and I meant it. It’s going to be ok.”

He looked at me then with such relief in his eyes that I drew him into my arms to comfort him. I rubbed his back in small soothing circles and felt all his tension melt away. This is what we both needed. We still had things to talk about but for right now the physical touch of another human being was something priceless.

He let his head fall onto my shoulder and rested against me.

“I am so tired Ian. Everything inside hurts and I just want it all to stop. I want to be with you I really do. I just can’t go through this again. I don’t know what to do.” His arms went around me and I felt the dampness of tears against my neck.

I rocked him slowly and hoped he knew just how much I wanted this to work out. I knew he wasn’t used to not being in control of things and it scared him. He was a different person in that uniform. Confident and secure in any situation but this whole thing with Mark had shaken him to the core and he was drowning.

I drew him up to his feet and took his hand. He looked at me questioningly but I didn’t say a word.

I led him to the bedroom and crouched to take his boots off. I rubbed my hands up his thighs as I moved to his shirt.

His hands went to stop me but I just pushed them away. I got him to lay down and put the quilt over him. I lent and blog shemale kissed his lips gently. “Sleep. We’ll talk more when you’re not so in need of rest.”

His eyes welled with unshed tears and he nodded silently. I sat with him for a few minutes and that was all it took.

His breathing deepened as sleep took him and the tension left his face. I smiled. At long last. A man in my bed that I actually loved. I went back to the living area to check on the fire and be alone with my thoughts. I wasn’t hungry and I didn’t know how long Ryan would sleep for but I had plenty of food in the cupboards now so we could eat when he woke.

Ryan*

I woke with a start in total darkness and it took a while to remember where I was. I looked at the other half of the bed expecting to see Ian there but it was empty. I went downstairs and there was Ian. Looking very uncomfortable with his large frame draped across the couch. How could I not love him? He had been true to his word. The little caresses were enough to let me know that he wanted to be with me but there was absolutely no pressure behind them. He had even let me have the bed for God’s sake.

I sat on one of the over-stuffed chairs and just watched him. I knew now that I would do anything to make this work. If it meant leaving my job, moving somewhere else I would do it. I went into the kitchen to get something to drink and decided to start us something to eat. I looked at the time…5.30am…If I was quiet enough I wouldn’t wake Ian until it was time to eat.

As I moved around, orientating myself with where things were kept, I found that I enjoyed being here. It didn’t feel awkward or strained. I could picture Ian and I in our own home. Sharing a meal together or just relaxing with the Sunday paper. I wanted a relationship with him not just a one-time thing. I found the makings of a good breakfast and set to work. I guess the noise combined with the smell woke Ian because when I turned around he was standing there watching me.

I grinned and blushed. “I hope you don’t mind but I wanted to make us some breakfast. Sorry to wake you.”

Ian just walked over to me and hugged me close to his chest. This is where I was meant to be. It was home. I pulled his face to mine and planted a kiss on him but he drew away. “I have morning breath and I don’t know about you but I’m starving. We have a lot of time to really get to know each other.” He took my hand and we sat at the table.

We made small talk over breakfast and he must have a fast metabolism because if I ate like he did I would be the size of a house. I watched fascinated as he packed the food away. He finished the meal with a huge glass of milk and a hearty burp. His face went red with embarrassment and I laughed out loud. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Now I felt nervous and unsure. What do I do now? He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment so I cleared the table. Ian came back and took my hand and we sat on the couch.

“Let’s get a fire going and we can relax and talk and……” I found myself blushing once again. It was something that I wished wouldn’t happen but I had no control over it.

Ian chuckled. ” Sounds good.” We both went outside to get more wood.

Ryan & Ian*

It was so cute the way Ryan was all nervous and I knew he had no idea what to do next. Truthfully I didn’t either. I knew his suggestion of making a fire was just a way for him to think about the next step to take but I went along with it because it would really be nice to sit with him by the fire. We moved together as if we had already been a couple for a long time. I felt so at home and comfortable around him.

Ian kept glancing at me and I loved every minute of it. I was aching to touch him but I wasn’t sure how to go about it. I mean I had been with other guys before but I didn’t want to screw this up by doing something stupid. We sat down together and I deliberately sat so our legs were touching and I twined his fingers with mine. Our breathing hitched up a notch. “Is this ok?” Stupid question I know.

Ian didn’t answer but lent in and brushed my lips with his. His breath was minty so I knew he had hastily brushed his teeth. I smiled at his consideration of me. We both moaned a little as our passion increased. I moved in closer and held his face between my hands so I could really kiss him hard. My tongue danced over his and explored his mouth.

His hands wandered to my shirt and pulled it out of my jeans and rubbed my back. I loved the way his hands moved on my skin. I let go of his face and drew back a little. His cheeks were flushed and his breathing ragged. He looked like I felt. A little out of control and extremely turned on. I wanted this to last for a while so I asked, “Would you dance with me?” He looked at me, eyebrows raised. “I don’t want this to be over. Would you? Dance with me?”

He nodded so I went to his CD collection. What a mixture but I saw the one I wanted. I may have worked in a city but I am a country boy born and bred so I chose Garth of course. One of my all time favorite songs of his is “Shameless” and if you listen to the words it suited our situation perfectly. I looked to Ian for help to operate the monster sound system.

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A brother returns from college and discovers that he and his sister share a kink. This story has quickly escalating and unrealistic behavior focused on shared sexual perversion, not two siblings falling in love. Themes of free use, cum and semen play form a central role in this story. There are mild themes of cheating.

Themes: Brother, sister, cum, semen, cum eating, free use, cheating, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation, video, hidden camera

*****

Jason admired himself in the mirror of his childhood bathroom, happy to be home for the summer where he could take care of his problem whenever he needed to. The year of working out with friends at his first year of college had given him muscles that rippled in the mirror as he moved, and he was still captivated by not looking like a skinny teenager, although he did wish his upwards growth hadn’t stopped as well.

Ah well, at least I don’t have a tiny dick, he thought to himself as he eyes dropped to his swollen dick and balls. Average in length, but thick, his hookups at college had no complaints. Especially not about his cum, which he had been told was sweet and fruity. All he knew was that along with his new muscles he was now producing a ton of spunk, and skipping more than one day of getting off was a recipe for a wet dream.

With his new found confidence finding a couple of fuck buddies hadn’t been a problem, but he still had to jerk off regularly to avoid the embarrassment of cleaning his sheets more than a typical college guy. At present it had been three days since his last orgasm, a record for him since about September, and bad odds for not waking up sticky. The bustle of packing up his dorm and then the overnight trip home being stuffed into his parents’ SUV next to his younger sister and having to share a hotel room with her had left him without desperately needed relief.

He slipped into the shower, enjoying the familiar water pressure and quickly did a cursory washing of his hair and body. Satisfied with his cleaning, he leaned back and wrapped his hand around his cock, desperate for relief.

“Fuuuck,” he moaned softly. At school he had always been forced to jerk off quickly, so he decided to draw out this session and just enjoy the sensation of an unhurried wank. Closing his eyes, his mind drifted to Zoe, his roommate Sam’s girlfriend and frequent focus of his fantasies. Jason had never met a girl like her before. She was completely devoted to Sam, but despite her cute innocent exterior, Jason had been treated to a number of shows and teasing incidents.

He stroked his shaft as he recalled the first time he saw Zoe naked. Jason had left Zoe and Sam in the dorm and gone to the gym, but only twenty minutes into his workout had pulled a muscle and decided to head back. Upset with his minor injury, he was fully in the room before noticing Sam fucking Zoe. She was bent over the futon, her tone legs and firm ass on display. Sam’s slowed his pace, but kept fucking her.

“Ah shit, sorry dude, thought you would be longer,” he explained. Zoe turned and weakly waved at Jason, her eyes glassy with lust.

“My bad, pulled my shoulder. I can come back later,” Jason said moving to back out of their dorm.

“No way! Your room too!” Sam said gesturing. He turned back to Zoe, grabbed her hips and started fucking her again. “Don’t mind if we finish up do you?” It was clear Sam wasn’t really asking for permission and Jason tried to play off this strange situation as if it was normal to watch your roommate and his girlfriend have sex.

Jason changed out of his gym clothes and sat down to do some homework like normal, but soon he had turned his chair around and watched Zoe. Her ass rippled with the force of Sam’s thrusts and she was moaning loudly now. Sam was bent over her, and Jason caught bits of dirty talk, asking if she liked being fucked in front of an audience and calling her a slut. Zoe seemed to like this direction and soon Jason watched as her body arched in pleasure, her lips parting and face flushed as she came. Sam kept fucking her now limp body, following minutes later and filling her pussy.

“God damn that’s always so good,” Sam said as he pulled out an grinned at Jason. Zoe’s pussy was wet, open, and dripping cum. Jason realized he was playing with himself through his gym shorts and quickly stopped. “No worries dude. Zoe likes showing off. Just no touching!”

Sam spanked her ass causing her to giggle and wiggle her rear. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. “Join me when you’re ready babe,” he said as he left. Jason couldn’t believe his confidence! Leaving his girlfriend naked and dripping alone with a very clearly horny roommate. Zoe made no move to stand, but did turn her face towards Jason.

“It’s cool if you want to jerk off,” Zoe said without a hint of shame.

“Fuck, okay,” Jason quickly agreed. “You sure Sam is okay with this?” he asked as he pulled his hard dick out.

Zoe shrugged. “You heard him, just no touching.” Jason pumped his cock, amsterdam shemale enjoying the view of the young coed’s tight body. Worked up he lasted only a minute before spraying himself with cum.

Zoe’s eyes widened at the sight. “Wow! That’s a ton!” She stood and moved closer. “Shit, that’s like three or four of Sam’s loads. When was the last time you came?” she asked, still naked and dripping.

In a daze Jason found himself answering. “This morning I rubbed one out…”

“No way…” Zoe said giggling and shaking her head. She winked and then slipped into one of Sam’s shirts to head to her waiting boyfriend, leaving Jason alone and more than a little bit confused.

Jason moaned as he recalled that first time. Over the school year he had been treated to a number of shows. In fact, by the middle of spring Zoe spent most evenings with Sam, often having sex. One of their activities was for him to just take Zoe while she did homework and let her boyfriend have his fun.

On one occasion while Jason helped her with math problems, Sam pushed her shorts down and fucked her before pulling out and coating her face. The two kept studying until Jason couldn’t take it anymore.

“You look amazing like that,” Jason whispered after fifteen minutes or so.

Zoe blushed. “Like what?”

“Covered in cum. You’re beautiful. Sensual,” he whispered. Sam was playing a game and not paying them any attention.

“Thanks,” Zoe finally responded with a grin. “A girl always likes being told she’s beautiful.”

Jason felt his orgasm approaching as he masturbated. He shut off the water, deciding he wanted some stimulation from his phone. He poured some conditioner into his hand to lubricate his play and slipped back into his memories of Zoe, and in particular the last encounter the week before exams where Sam let him cum on her face for his birthday. He pulled out his phone and found the picture of Zoe, her face covered in his cum. The thick white mess covered her forehead, nose, and mouth, although Zoe had scraped it away from her eyes so she could stare into the camera. A small strand hung over her smile and Jason recalled how she had grinned and winked at him as she licked her lips clean.

Outside the bathroom Annie rolled her eyes. She’d been waiting to go for almost 30 minutes and the moan from the bathroom and the lack of shower running clearly revealed her brother was jerking off. What a pervert, she thought to herself. She decided to have a bit of fun, quickly grabbing a hairpin and unlocking the door like she and Jason had learned as kids. Smiling to herself she burst into the room, deciding to pretend she really had to pee.

Jason’s orgasm was cresting and he pointed his erection at the toilet when the bathroom door opened. Startled, he turned, slipped, and fell back, his cock spraying cum across the room and his naked body. Annie watched stunned as his cock and balls jerked for what seemed an eternity. Eventually he stopped twitching, and the two locked eyes.

“Ooowww,” Jason moaned, more in embarrassment than pain. Annie started giggling and soon Jason joined in, the ridiculousness of the scene causing both to laugh so hard they couldn’t speak.

“Sorry!” Annie finally gasped out, reaching down to help Jason up. “I really had to go, I’ll use Mom and Dad’s,” she said as she backed out of the room. She couldn’t help but take in the insane amount of cum dripping off her brother’s chest and abs. When she realized she was admiring his new muscles she blushed and tore her gaze away, her eyes falling on the picture on her brother’s phone. Annie gasped and fled.

Later than night, safe in her bed, Annie found herself masturbating, a rarity for her. She thought about her boyfriend Tom and decided she was going to ask him to cum on her face. She knew guys liked that and had heard her friends talk about it. Annie never allowed it though, worried she would feel too slutty. But after today it was all she could think about. She had caught a brief glance of her brother’s phone and a picture that she swore was her best friend Sara’s face covered in cum. Annie wasn’t surprised. Sara had a definite reputation, but she did wonder how her brother got a picture and wondered if the two had even hooked up at some point.

The thought of her brother and best friend together flashed into her mind. “MMMmm,” she moaned as she pictured her brother manhandling her petite friend. She focused on Sara’s face, covered with cum. How slutty she looked, how happy. “Oh fuck, fuck fuuuuckk,” she moaned as she came. She kept playing with her pussy as her orgasm subsided and was surprised to realize she wanted more!

Thinking quickly she grabbed her phone and texted her boyfriend. Can you come over? When he didn’t reply she quickly took and sent a selfie of herself nude in bed, another first for her. Her body felt on fire and she played with her pussy while she waited for a response.

Fuck! On my way! Tom texted five minutes later. Annie smiled, pleased with his reaction rotterdam shemale and his obvious desire.

*****

“Ugh,” Annie moaned as she came again. Her boyfriend stood over her, pumping his erection with his hand. Tom wasn’t sure what had gotten into Annie! She had never played with herself in front of him before, and he was starting to realize the single orgasm he gave her with his hands or mouth during sex probably wasn’t really satisfying her.

“Fuck Annie, you’re so hot!” Tom gasped, his balls contracting. “So slutty!”

“Oh! Tom! Cum on my face, please baby!” Annie cried, her fingers rubbing her clit as she stared up into her boyfriend’s face. “Oh cover me baby, please!”

Tom grunted as he came, his cum streaking out to cover his girlfriend’s cheeks and forehead. “Ugh, fuck!” he gasped as he fell back. Annie was still playing with herself, seeking her third orgasm of the evening, but soon gave up, smiling shyly at her boyfriend.

“Have fun?” Annie asked, nervous about Tom’s reaction.

“Hell yes! So amazing! Did you have fun?”

“Uh, I think so yeah,” Annie answered. Tom looked at her with a burning question.

“Can I take a picture?”

“Of me?”

“Yeah, you look so hot like that,” Tom nodded enthusiastically. “Please?”

Annie opened her mouth to shoot him down then paused. What did she look like? Would she look as happy as Sara had? She bit her nip and nodded. “Send it to me too?”

Tom smiled happily and fumbled for his phone, his soft cock bouncing around in a way that Annie found hard not to smile about. When he finally found it he wasted no time. “Smile!”

Annie gave a grin and then crowded next to Tom to see how she looked. His phone was filled with her smiling face, but other than her tits the picture was unremarkable. Tom’s load was so small and thin it wasn’t captured in the dim light.

In fact, Annie had been right on the edge of a third orgasm after the first few spurts hit her face, but Tom had quickly stopped cumming and Annie was left hanging. After seeing her brother cum earlier she was beyond disappointed, but did her best to hide it. “Hand me a tissue please,” Annie asked.

Tom set his phone down then scrambled around to find something. Annie quickly took a finger and scraped some of the cum into her mouth to taste it, startled to find she liked the taste! When Tom finally found a box of tissue he turned to see his girlfriend scraping his cum into her mouth.

“Oh wow,” Tom said softly as he watched.

Annie grinned at him and smacked her lips. “You taste good!” Before Tom could respond they heard a door open and slam upstairs, footsteps stomping across the house. “Shit, hand me my shirt!”

“Oh god, here,” Tom said tossing her shirt to him, scared of getting caught. Annie scrambled into it, quickly kicking her bra under the couch.

“Annie you here?” she heard her brother call.

“Oh it’s just Jason,” Annie said laughing. “Yeah down here!”

“Just Jason? I feel like he’s the most likely one to kick my ass,” Tom said. “Dude got kinda big.”

“Yeah he did,” Annie said with more than a hint of admiration. Tom glanced at his girlfriend, checking himself to make sure he was proper as Jason entered the basement.

“Hey dude,” Jason said, waving at Tom as he entered.

“Sup?” Tom said, trying to hide his nervousness as he noticed a bit of sticky cream in Annie’s hair.

“Just enjoying the summer man,” Jason laughed. “Annie, mom and dad called and we’re on our own for dinner. Wanna order some pizza? Tom you staying?”

“Uh no, gotta get home,” Tom said, earning a glare from Annie.

Jason shrugged and pulled up his phone to order some pizza.

Why’d you cum and run? Annie texted Tom.

Uh, you have a bit in your hair! I don’t wanna get my ass kicked! Tom answered.

Annie pulled up her camera and blushed as she saw the small tangle near her forehead. She quickly wet her fingers and fixed her hair, thankful her brother was focused on ordering dinner.

“So, gonna be about an hour, wanna get baked?” Jason asked, pulling out a bag of weed. Annie’s eyes widened.

“What are you serious?” she asked nervously.

“Yeah, you tried it?”

“No of course not!” Annie said furiously. Her friends were trying to get her to at least give it a try, but Annie had resisted.

Jason rolled a joint then took a hit, passing it to Annie. “Trust me, the pizza will be amazing!”

Annie nervously took it and inhaled, copying her brother by holding her breath. When she breathed out she coughed hard and kept coughing as Jason laughed and watched. “Yeah, definitely a first timer!”

“Fuck I can’t breathe!” Annie gasped finally.

“Relax, you’re fine! Here,” Jason passed over a glass of water which Annie eagerly took. A few minutes passed as Annie caught her breath, but soon she was okay.

“So why’d Tom run out? You didn’t look happy,” Jason said, relaxing back into the couch as he passed the joint back blog shemale to Annie. She took a smaller hit this time and the coughing subsided quicker.

“Uh, you make him nervous apparently,” Annie said. “Worried you might beat him up!”

“Oh what? Because you two were hooking up?” Jason said laughing. “You can make your own choices.”

“What we weren’t hooking up!” Annie protested.

Jason laughed and pointed at her chest and she looked down. Her thin shirt clung to her perky breasts and her nipples stood out like beacons. “Plus I think you missed some of his cum,” he said, pointing to her neck.

Annie gasped as her hand found the drying remains. “Jason!”

Jason laughed hard, rocking around on the couch as his sister blushed. “Didn’t know you had it in you! Really, little prim Annie taking it on her face?” Annie’s blush deepened but she giggled too. She did have a certain reputation for being uptight about this sort of thing. She couldn’t meet her brother’s eyes and stared at the floor. She watched as Jason shifted and felt her heart race when she realized he was adjusting himself.

“It’s not like-” Annie started, but Jason interrupted her.

“Look sorry. I really don’t mean to be an ass, but it’s hard not to tease my little sister,” Jason explained. “Besides after earlier today…” Jason hinted at Annie’s interruption and the subsequent mess Jason had made all over himself.

“Oh god sorry! I feel awful about that too,” Annie said.

“Eh, it’s no big deal. I was taking too long in there,” Jason said. He flipped on the stereo and started trying to connect his phone for some music.

Annie thought about the sight of her brother’s twitching cock and torrent of cum that had sprayed over his body. “Hey can I ask you something?”

“Yeah,” Jason said as the room filled with music.

“Uh, do you always you know, cum so much?” Annie asked nervously.

Jason fumbled and dropped his phone. “Shit! Uh, what?!”

Annie rushed to explain. “Sorry forget it! I just, well Tom doesn’t and was just curious, but yeah way too much information!”

The two sat quietly as the music played until Jason started giggling. “Yeah it was a lot wasn’t it?”

“You were coated!” Annie said laughing. “I bet you had to take another shower!”

“Ha ha,” Jason said. “If someone hadn’t scared the piss out of me, it would have been in the toilet.”

“Uh, I don’t think that was piss…” Annie said then blushed at her joke. Jason lost it at his sister’s unexpected humor and fell back laughing.

“So yeah, I don’t know. That was maybe a bit more than usual just because it had been a few days,” he said when he could finally talk.

“A few days? Like since you had sex?” Annie asked.

“Yeah or jerked off,” Jason shrugged. “I don’t know what is going on, but for the last six months I have to cum like every few days.”

“Have to? Sounds like some blue ball BS,” Annie said, her face flush.

“Yeah, have to or I have a wet dream,” Jason replied. “Look I’ve been to the doctor and they couldn’t find anything wrong with me. They just told me to take care of myself as needed.”

“Whoa,” Annie said.

“Yeah, it’s my life now,” Jason said with a shrug before turning the conversation to catching up with Annie. The two siblings laughed and talked until the pizza arrived and Annie found she liked getting high. It was easy to talk to Jason and the pizza was good!

After pizza they shared another joint and Annie was feeling very relaxed. “So Jason, when did you and Sara hook up?” Annie asked, remembering the picture of her friend’s cum-covered face on Jason’s phone.

Jason looked startled and Annie rushed to explain. “Look I don’t care at all! Just curious.”

“Sara, like your friend Sara? We haven’t?” Jason answered, confused.

“What, but I saw her on your phone, when you know…”

A light clicked in Jason’s head and he pulled his phone out and brought up the picture of the smiling, cum-covered Zoe. “This one? That’s Zoe, my uh, roommate’s girlfriend, but yeah she does look a lot like Sara now that you mention it!”

“What?! Your roommate sent you a pic of his girlfriend!” Annie asked shocked. “Fuck and do all guys cum that much?” Annie was even more disappointed in her first facial experience now.

“Well, not exactly…” Jason explained the situation to his sister and he couldn’t help but notice how her nipples hardened and her lips parted as he recounted his past year at college.

“Wow that’s crazy,” Annie said in disbelief.

“Yeah crazy awesome!” Jason laughed. “Damn, now that you point it out Zoe really does look like Sara!” He pulled up social media for each girl and the resemblance was uncanny. “I wonder if they’re cousins or something?”

“I don’t know, but I could ask!” Annie laughed. “I bet you’d really like to paint Sara like that, wouldn’t you?” Annie reached out to tickle Jason’s side and he twisted away. She tried to follow him and her hand brushed along a very hard bulge in his shorts.

The siblings froze. “Sorry!” Jason said quickly pulling away and adjusting himself. “It’s just, uh, well the pictures of Zoe and Sara and thinking about that… Look the trip back home wasn’t short and once isn’t enough for me!”

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My name is Britney, I had just turned 18, graduated High School, and was getting ready to head off to College. My future was fairly mapped out, or so I thought…

I have an older brother, Alex, who has been in the Marines and in Afghanistan for the past 6 years. I was 12 the last time we saw each other. Growing up we were very close. We always referred to the other as our “best friend”. Needless to say, I was extremely happy to hear that he was coming home about the same time as my graduation.

We live in Florida near the coast, so I take full advantage of the free rays and hit the beach as often as I can. Looks here are very important. I’m not superficial at all, but I try to stay looking my best. I run 5 miles a day, eat right, and do lots of Yoga. My body started developing shortly after Alex was shipped out. I’m not the skinny, short, shapeless little girl he remembered. In fact, I don’t look anything like I used to. I’m 5’8″, 109lbs, light red hair, dark tan, with a swimmers body. And for the guys reading this, I’m a full b-cup… I wondered if Alex would even know who I was when he saw me again. Sure he’s seen pictures, but nothing very recent.

Graduation was to be in 2 days and Alex was coming home tonight. A very exciting sequence of events were unfolding in my life. My parents were planning two parties. A welcome home for Alex and Graduation for me two days later. Everything was set and was awaiting Alex’s flight. We first got word that the flight was delayed due to bad weather, then, delayed again. We weren’t even sure if it was coming that night or not. My Mom and I were very upset. It was getting late so we went home and Dad stayed behind at the Airport to wait for him.

I woke up a little after 4 to use the bathroom. As I walked into the hallway, I saw all of Alex’s things on the floor. HE WAS HERE!!! I ran to his room, flew open the door and jumped on him. He woke up very startled as I was hugging him with all my might, which was now difficult. The Marines had turned my chubby, older brother in to a buff, lean stud. I was not expecting that. Once he gained conciseness, he smiled big and hugged me back. I had forgotten how good looking he was. I was reminded very quickly by his now chiseled features. We sat there talking for an hour then I gave him another hug before letting him go back to sleep. He promised we’d spend the whole day together in the morning.

I woke up early to go for a run and hit the gym so I could maximize my time with Alex. I put on my sports bra and running shorts and headed downstairs. When I got to the kitchen I found Alex having a cup of coffee.

“What are you doing up so early?!?!” I asked him.

“I’ve been in the military for 6 years, I’m used to being up this early” he said with a smirk. Alex was always a smart ass. “Looks like you’re going to Church”, he said. Yet another example of his quick wit.

“Confession, actually”, I fired back with some wit of my own.

“Like you’d have anything to confess. Did you forget to clean your room or was it much worse, like drinking straight from the milk carton?” Told you he was a smart ass.

“I am not the innocent little girl you remember, big ‘brother. There have been a lot of changes since you’ve left.”

“I can see”, he said, as he took me by the arm and spun me around. “Where did you get this ass, and those hooters?” Well done, Mom and Dad!”

As he was asking about my “ass”, as he so eloquently referred to it, he smacked it which was accompanied by a loud crack. His words and forwardness made me a little uncomfortable. I dismissed it as this is how soldiers act. And of course, he didn’t mean anything by it, he’s my brother!

“Thank you”, I said with some hesitation. I quickly changed the tense air by saying, “I’m going to go for a run so we can spend the day together, as you promised!” I was looking forward to hanging with him since we haven’t seen each other in so long. During my run, I was filled with emotions. I kept thinking about Alex smacking me on the rear. My initial reaction was to be offended. After all, no body has ever done that to me before. I’ve never even been spanked by my parents. On the other hand, as much as I was embarrassed to admit it, the action kind of aroused me. What the hell was wrong with me?!?!?! Did I actually enjoy my brother slapping my ass??? It was beyond wrong.

I got back home around 7am, and my parents were having breakfast with Alex. They were talking about his surprise welcome home party that was ruined by the delayed flight. Alex told tem that he appreciated the effort but didn’t want anyone to make a fuss over his return.

“Besides, this weekend is about my beautiful baby sister graduating and starting a new chapter in her life”, he said proudly with strong conviction. His words almost brought me to tears. After all, he’s been the one risking his life for 6 years so I could have the opportunity to start a new life chapter.

I wrapped my arms around his firm chest and back, squeezed tightly, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and softly amsterdam shemale said, “thank you, I love you.” I felt the bulge in his pants become more pronounced. It should have startled me, but again, I dismissed it as loneliness from years of neglect. He quickly escaped my embrace and went back to breakfast. Did I now cross a line? Why did he react that way?

I excused myself to go get cleaned up. I stepped out of the shower to the sound of my parent’s car leaving the garage. Surely, Alex didn’t go with them. I opened the door, suck out my head, and yelled, “Alex?” There was no response. “I’m sure they won’t be long”, I thought to myself. I opened the bathroom door all the way to vent the steam. Standing there in nothing but my towel and still dripping, I started to think about Alex getting aroused during our hug. This actually got me turned on. I’ve done a few things with boys but never all the way. And none of them looked anything like my brother. Alex is very handsome. 6’1″, 220lbs, ripped body, from what I could tell through clothing, and deep blue eyes. He is enough to make any woman swoon, including me. Thinking about Alex’s erection, I started to get very turned on. I justified my attraction to Alex by the fact he’d been gone for 6 years and didn’t look anything like the brother I’d remembered.

Having the house to myself, I took full advantage of this rare opportunity. I went to my room and closed the door most of the way leaving it cracked only to hear when they return. I pulled the towel loose and let it fall to the floor, laid down on my bed, opened my legs, and closed my eyes. My bed strategically faced the door so I could have a good vantage point to the hall. This served me well over the years. I immediately started thinking about Alex in a way that shocked me, but it was too erotic to ignore. I rapidly became wet at the thought of my brother’s hard member pushing into my tummy during our embrace, and thought of how good he would feel inside me. I started saying his name quietly, as if I would get caught. Suddenly I remembered that I was the only one there and became more audible. I was reaching orgasm very fast. Hearing the floor in the hallway squeak immediately broke my concentration. It was Alex, standing right outside my door, his shorts open, dick in hand, and stroking it feverishly. I must have been too lost in my moment to hear him coming up the stairs.

“Oh my God, Alex?!?!? I screamed, What are you doing?!?!?”, as I jerked the covers over myself.

“The same thing you are, getting off!” he snapped.

“I thought you were gone, you weren’t supposed to see that!” I said with complete embarrassment.

“Now that I have, we can really discuss this thing.”

I barked, “What thing?!?”

Nearing me, he paused, “The obvious attraction between us.” His words were so matter of fact and confident that I had no rebuttal.

After a long moment I muttered, “We’re brother and sister….”

Unexpectedly he said, “Do you love me?”

“Of course I do,” I said defensively, “you’re my brother.”

With his confident tone he said, “It looks like a little more than brotherly love.” Again, I had no rebuttal. I couldn’t deny the fact that over the past 6 years, writing back and forth, I found myself wanting to be his. And in my mind, I guess I had become that very thing. His next statement floored me.

“I have been in love with you for 3 years. Your letters and phone calls keep my sanity. I guess being away from you for so long changed my feelings for you. I can’t live without you.” At that moment, I didn’t care that we were siblings; I didn’t care if Mom and Dad came home to find us. His words melted me. He took me into his strong arms and kissed me more passionately than I thought was even possible. I turned to putty in his grasp and was powerless against it. As we continued to kiss he reached down and pulled off the blanket that I ripped from the bed to cover myself when Alex caught me rubbing my swollen clit. He then picked me up; cradling me in his arms the way a Husband would carry his new bride across the threshold, took me to the bed and laid me down. Alex climbed on top of me and was kissing me even harder now. I could feel his engorged member pushing against my hip and it was making me hotter than I’d ever been. He kissed down my neck and continued down to my completely erect nipples. Taking the fist in his mouth, my body trembled. Knowing it was my brother giving me this kind of pleasure excited me to the point of near orgasm.

I cried out, “Oh my god, Alex, you’re going to make me cum!”

He stopped and said, “Not yet, I’ve got a whole lot more in store for you.” I always thought his arrogant confidence was his most attractive attribute. He sat up above me and ran his hands down the length of my legs and back up to my thighs. With strong conviction, he threw open my legs to expose my excessively wet pussy. Without hesitation, he buried his tongue between my aching lips. Swirling his tongue around my labia and my clit, I actually got dizzy. rotterdam shemale Taking two fingers, he thrust them deep in my wanting hole. The next sensation was amazing. He took his pinky finger and was probing the entrance of my ass. Definitely something I did not expect. But it was fantastic! The feeling was so overwhelming; my hips sprang from the bed into the air and I threw my head back. The excitement of the moment was too much for me to handle. I released the most violent orgasm I’d ever had. Convulsing with pleasure, I came with such force that my body became numb for several minutes. He removed his fingers from my now dripping pussy and brought them to my mouth.

“Open your mouth,” he demanded. Placing his fingers on my tongue I reluctantly started to suck my juices off his fingers. I soon discovered that the taste of my own ejaculate was something I loved. I feverishly licked his fingers clean and begged for more. “In a minute,” he said with a smirk. He stood up and removed his clothes. As he slid down his underwear my eyes were transfixed on is rock hard cock. I have to admit, he has a beautiful dick. It’s not very long, about 7″, but it is very girthy. It’s about the circumference of a baby bottle with a full bulbuls head. I couldn’t wait to get that giant prick inside me. I immediately dropped to my knees to service his manhood. It was difficult just to get the head in my mouth but I managed. I could taste the pre-cum and wondered what the whole load would taste like. I assumed that I would soon find out.

He took me by the arms and raised me to face him, kissed me deeply again then said, “Are you ready?”

My voice quivered with excitement as I managed to say, “Be gentle with me. I’ve never even seen one that big before.”

“I’ll be gentle until you beg me not to be”, he said with that confidence that I so love. It suddenly dawned on me that our parents would be returning soon.

“Alex, I exclaimed, Mom and Dad will be back any minute!”

“No they won’t, he said with an assuring tone. “They’re insistent on throwing me this welcome home party. They said for us to meet them at the clubhouse at 4 o’clock. I have hours to explore you.” Oh my God, his confidence is sooo sexy. I sat down on the corner of the bed facing him. My bed is very high off the floor. I was just about the right height for him to enter me as he was standing. Staring into my eyes without breaking our intense lock, he spread my legs and moved in close. This is it. I was about to loose my virginity to my brother. He positioned the large head against my lips and started to push. It was a combination of pleasure and pain. I let a whimper escape my lips.

“Relax, he said with the most loving tone I’d ever heard. I tried to control my breathing as he was pushing that monster in my soaking wet virgin pussy. I let out a howl as the base of his shaft reached the exterior of my labia. The pain I was experiencing was quickly replaced by the greatest feeling of my life. I sat up wrapping an arm around his neck so I could match his thrusting with equal velocity. Our strides synced up rapidly, and we were fucking like we’d been lovers for years. Squeezing my breasts, pounding me like a jack hammer, and kissing me in unison was bringing me very close to climax again. My face started to contort and Alex knew I was about to cum again. As soon as the moment hit, Alex pulled out and buried his face in my pussy. With another violent orgasm, I came all over his mouth. He stood up and kissed me hard. Tasting my juices from my brother’s lips was so dirty I momentarily felt like a pervert, but then realized, this is the man I love. I regained my senses and climbed onto the bed on all fours. Alex positioned himself behind me and with one fast-paced fluid motion; he sank his throbbing cock in my still spasming fuck hole. He ravaged me like an animal and I loved every second of it.

“Oh Alex, fuck me like a little whore!” I demanded.

“Are you mine?!?!?” he asked in matter-of-fact tone.

“Forever”, I screamed between aggressive rhythmic slams of our two bodies.

In a deep husky voice Alex announced, “I’m going to cum!”

Without hesitation I retorted, “Cum inside me. Fill me up. I need all of you!” Then, like something from a movie we both came together in a mind-blowing orgasm that seemed to last forever. After convulsing for several minutes, we both collapsed onto the bed in complete elation. Drained of energy we laid there deeply panting, desperately trying to catch our breaths. We finished our marathon with a long, deep, passionate kiss.

“I love you, Alex” I said in an almost whisper, “I never want to be without you.”

He looked deep into my soul and assured me, “You never will.”

After showering together and engaging in a few aquatic extra curricular activities, we got to the party on time. Everyone that our family had ever known was there. It was a true hero’s welcome and rightfully so. Alex had risk his life for the past 6 years and it was time to pay our respects. All of his childhood friends blog shemale were there to welcome him back. Several of his ex-crushes were there along with past girlfriends. Alex only ever referred to them as “playmates” nothing serious, but still, I found myself insanely jealous of the attention these little sluts were paying him. I knew this was his day and I wasn’t going to make a scene. Besides, how would I explain beating some bitches’ ass for flirting with my brother? Alex and I exchanged several coy glances before he made his way through the crowd to talk to me.

“How’s my girl?” he reluctantly asked. He could tell I was a little annoyed by the flirting of the ex-sluts.

“I’m not sure. Which one of these little whores are you talking about?!?!?” I snapped.

He gently kissed me on the cheek on his way to whisper in my ear, “I love only you. We have some things to figure out, because I’m never letting you go.” His words again melted me. Alex is a charmer and definitely knows how to talk to a woman.

I changed the subject by telling him “I have been feeling you ooze out of me all night.”

Seeming to be shocked by my bluntness he replied, “That’s sexy as hell!” Wanting him even more than before, and not willing to wait for another opportunity to present itself, I told him to meet me in the woods behind the clubhouse in 15 minutes. He agreed and we separated. It was just starting to get dark out and no one would be able to see us during our quickie. A few minutes pasted before Alex emerged from the thick brush. We ran to each others arms and kissed for what seemed like for hours.

“I have to confess something to you,” I said. “I really enjoyed when you were lightly fingering my ass.”

“Your reaction to it made that pretty evident” he said with a smirk.

“Does it hurt?” I sheepishly asked.

Like a true smart ass he said, “I don’t know, every time I’ve been ass fucked I was either drunk or sedated.”

I slapped him on the arm, “Seriously, you asshole. It felt good what you were doing and I would like to see how it actually feels!”

“In all seriousness, baby sis, you won’t know until you’ve tried it.” I knew Alex was fairly experienced with girls and assumed he’d done it before.

“Well, how has other girls reacted to it?” I inquisitively asked.

“I’ve never done it before. I was kind of hoping it would be another first with you.” With reasoning like that how could a girl argue? We started kissing again which quickly led to both of us being mostly naked. Suddenly he spun me around, spread my ass cheeks, and sank his tongue deep in my ass. It was the most amazing sensation, ever. He started tracing the opening with his finger and it felt incredible.

“Slide it in”, I directed. I felt his finger start to push through the opening. I must admit, it did hurt at first but it quickly changed to complete pleasure. While he was fingering my ass he instructed me to rub my clit. I reached down to my once again swollen box and was wetter than I thought I was. My pussy juice was actually running down my hand. Another one of his fingers entered my ass in turn made me finger my pussy harder. I could feel the climax building inside me and within a couple of minutes; I released an orgasm that rivaled the one from earlier. I went weak in the knees and Alex had to steady me.

“Lick you hand clean you dirty girl,” Alex demanded. I love it when he’s forceful with me. I sucked on my fingers until every drop was gone. “Now we’re going to find out the answer to your question.” He turned me around and pushed me against a tree. “Stick out that beautiful ass,” he instructed, and spread your ass open.” He licked my ass some more using his saliva to lube me up for his fat cock. He spit on his raging hard dick for extra lubrication. He rubbed the tip of his cock around the opening for several moments. Finally, with a persistent push, the head was in. It hurt like hell!! Never did I imagine it would be that painful. Alex saw that I was not enjoying this by the look on my face. “Oh baby, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said as he started to withdraw.

“No, don’t take it out,” I said, “It may get better. Just keep going, but go very slowly.” He was very gentle and patient with me as he continued to slowly push his cock deeper in my ass. Pumping in and out, the pain turned to pleasure. Alex was reaching around the front of me rubbing my clit to detract from the discomfort of this new adventure we’d embarked on. Moments later I figure out why several of my girlfriends raved about anal sex. A warm chill ran through my body and it suddenly felt fucking amazing.

“Harder,” I said. Alex responded by increasing his speed. His balls were slapping against my pussy giving me a secondary sensation. Oh my God was this awesome?!?!? Here was my big brother, fucking my ass, in the woods, just mere yards away from my whole family being able to catch us. “Fuck me harder, baby” Alex was eager to oblige my demands. He slammed his cock into my ass with unrelenting speed. My brother fucked me hard and furious until he let out a groan that sounded like a bear and drained his balls in my ass. He stayed in me until his dick had gone limp. Slowly, he removed his sated prick from my well fucked ass. I could feel his spunk drain from me.

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Thank you for the feedback! I’m glad to hear that many of you enjoyed the story and asked for more. Well here it is more of my fantasy night that I hope to one day enjoy

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“Whooo Toy! That was a great fuck. Ok Tony, help him up and into the restroom to get him ready.” Mistress was staring directly at me as I whipped my head around in surprise. “What, you think we are done? Oh no, no, no my sweet little Toy. That was just the first course in our buffet of kinky fun tonight!” With a wave she dismissed both Tony and I and I felt his hands lift me up off of the bed.

“We’ve got 15 minutes to get cleaned up and ready for the next round of play,” came the whisper to my ear. “If you don’t think you can handle it say the safe word now before she gets to worked up and wants more. She would be far less disappointed if it happened now as opposed to after the break and we started up again. Trust me on this.”

I turned to look at him and saw only genuine care on his face. I thought for a quick moment taking stock of my body and my level of lust. I was still sporting a semi erect cock and had a desire to feel and taste more of the delights I just had. A quick shake of my head was all I gave as we entered the bathroom.

“Go ahead and take a shower, relax some and get cleaned up. I’ve prepared the items that we will need for the next stage. While you are in the shower I’ll go make us a couple drinks so we can relax while I get freshened up after you. Once we are done Mistress will take a few moments to freshen up so we should have plenty of time to get that drink and some water into us.”

He flashed me a smile as he exited the bathroom while I pulled off the wrist and ankle cuffs. I glanced over at the sink counter and was surprised by the planning that they had put into this. Everything I needed to clean and freshen myself was present and ready for my use. I turned on the shower and began the preparation rituals I was accustomed to.

Just as I finished and was entering the shower a nock came at the door. “Is it ok to come in now?” I gave a quick affirmative and stepped in to let the hot water rain down on me and melt the fatigue away. Tony’s hand came through the shower door holding a large glass of orange juice and I assumed vodka. “You want a slug of this now or should I just set it on the counter for when you are through? Oh, and don’t burn up all the hot water please.”

The glass looked extremely inviting so I grabbed it and chugged half of it before the burn of the vodka caught up to me. I pushed the glass back into his hand and sucked a little air while I managed to whisper out a feeble thank you. Well, hell, if I couldn’t relax and catch a second strong wind after a nice shower and that drink then there was no hope for me. A few more minutes under the water and I was out to dry and let Tony have his shower.

He pressed the drink back into my hands as he passed me for the shower, still wearing that smile from earlier. “Your new attire and gear are on the counter for when you are dry. Once I’m out I will help you with anything that you can’t get yourself.”

I was confused by that and looked up to see what he meant and nearly dropped my glass in surprise. A fresh set of cuffs were on the counter along with a new butt plug, cock ring, and a penis gag. To top it off was a nice leather hood that I had never seen before. It would cover my eyes and ears yet leave my mouth and nose free. That alone sent a new twitch to my cock.

As I gazed over these new items I noticed that the plug was a little different looking than any I had seen before and went to inspect it closer. It was a nice silicone number and was rather nice sized. What was different was the hollow space in the center, as if it were made to accommodate a vibrator or egg device. Well I had read about those, but something was nagging at the back of my mind.

Tony shocked me from my thoughts. “I suppose by now you have looked over all the new goodies I left there. I also think that you are intrigued by that new plug, and rightfully so. Mistress will show you illegal bahis some new delights with that, and that is all I can tell you, well aside from the fact that you will love it!” With that the water shut off and he stepped out to dry off.

Seeing that I had not touched anything yet nor finished my drink he got an alarmed look on his face. “You’d better hurry up and get ready! Mistress will be very upset if we are not out soon and you are presentable.” I nodded and tossed back the glass, wincing at the burning vodka again. I was already feeling the glow from the first half of the glass and knew that this would put a nice warm feeling in me.

Well to make the rest of that long story short, we got ready and out before Mistress got angry and were able to get a bottle of water in before she came back out. In mere moments of her coming out of the bathroom I was bound and hooded, isolated from anything but muffled sound and sweet glorious touch.

There now we can get back to the good parts.

Four hands wound their way about my body, alternating light and rough in their passing. The motions brought them so close to my cock and balls, but they would not reward me with that contact. I was so hard now I thought my cock was going to burst. Then they were gone and I was again isolated from everything, no sight, no real sound and no touch. It was so frustrating that I actually began to whimper lightly.

That whimper turned to moan as I felt something hot and soft work its way slowly across the length of my cock. Nothing else touched me but for that one hot point of pleasure, I could do nothing but pant in pleasure at the velvety wet touch.

I was lost in the world of my cock when I felt someone begin to adjust my butt plug. A quick tug and push were followed by a sharp slap to my ass. A throaty chuckle came through the hood and left me puzzled and thinking. I didn’t have long to concentrate as a hot, wet mouth engulfed me and sent my spiraling into sexual orbit again. Wonderful minutes, or were they seconds, were lost to the bliss. Then it hit me……my ass was going numb and cold!

One side of my hood moved a touch and my one ear exposed. “You probably feel it by now, don’t you Toy? I remembered how you said you liked to ice down your dildos for extended play, so I decided to create something for you. Well that is wrong in a sense, it is for me actually. I do hope that you enjoy it because I know I will!” A soft chuckle tickled my ear as the hood was pulled back down to engulf me in the silence of my own mind yet again. But now I knew what the cavity in the plug was for.

The mouth was gone and I groaned in frustration. Hands found my balls and massaged and cradled them gently as the other pair moved up my back towards my head and shoulders. I could feel someone move in front of me just before the hands came to my hooded head. The combination of the iced plug, ball massage and the pure anticipation had my panting open mouthed riding a cloud I’d never found before.

The hands left my balls and the plug was slowly, teasingly, pulled out. Soon hot fingers began to dance as my ass was lubed up again. I began to move my hips as much as they could in my bound state. I really wanted to be full again; it wasn’t long before I got my desire. Slowly I felt something large line up against my gaping hole and begin to push in. This was much larger than what had been used on me earlier and I was both excited and nervous.

As I opened my mouth to ask Mistress to be gentle something, stiff, warm and velvety was pushed into my mouth. At last! I was finally getting a taste of cock, and was being fucked at the same time. I was in heaven and bent all of my senses to examine and enjoy what was in my mouth.

I could smell the musky, clean smell of his cock. The sweet and salty taste of his pre-cum began to explode on my tongue washing away the salty taste of skin. The head was a spongy mass that I found I loved against my tongue and I began to show just exactly how much I liked it.

I cupped my tongue around the bottom of his cock head and began a little pulsing suck and lick combo I had dreamed up while fantasizing all those years. I had always illegal bahis siteleri hoped that my wife would do something like that, but sadly she never put that much effort into sucking my cock, oh well. The only way I could tell that this was appreciated was by the tension of the hands on my leather bound head.

I had begun to sweat under the hood and the scent of hot, wet leather mixed with the smell of his cock. I was lightheaded, cock drunk even. I could barely register that Mistress was still trying to work that giant dildo into my ass. But it was enough that I tried to make myself relax so that I could take the gift she was offering me. I was soon rewarded with the sensation of being filled to a point beyond any I had taken myself.

As I was losing myself in the sensation of being taken at both ends I must have slacked off of my sucking. Tony had gone from letting me suck his cock to fucking my mouth. I was thankful that he was being considerate of me and only stroking in short strokes so I wouldn’t gag. I turned my mind back to the first cock to be in my mouth, and I knew then it wouldn’t be the last time. I could feel his heart throb in his meat. I could feel the head as it slid over my tongue, back and forth. I was saddened a little that the taste of his pre-cum was lost in the frantic pace, but the over all feeling and emotion of being mouth fucked outweighed that loss.

All too soon his pace became more frantic and the strokes deeper as he began to swell. I knew it was coming, my first load. My cock twitched and my ass began to grab at my Mistress’ dildo. I really WANTED this. I began to suck harder trying to pull it out of his balls. It wasn’t long before he jerked to a near stop and pulled out so that just his head was in my sucking mouth. I knew what was to come and folded back my tongue so that I could capture it all in my mouth without being gagged by the jets.

My reward came to me in wonderful, hot force. I felt his head expand and twitch as the first jet came barreling up for me. The hot saltiness exploded on my tongue only to be followed by more. Soon there was more than I could hold in my mouth and I was forced to swallow as he continued to jet into me. The sticky and thick cum coated my mouth and throat. The slightly bitter chlorine like taste was not as strong as my own nor was it as acidic as mine. I like this, very much and I knew it was just a start.

Even as I was lost in my own head at this new joy, my body was still concentrating on the gift Mistress was giving me. As I came down of my blowjob buzz I could completely feel what has occurring with my ass. The wonderful heat of the friction was spreading in my ass and belly. The motions against my prostate had me leaking copious amounts of pre-cum and I could feel it dripping off my cock and occasionally splash my thigh as I bounced under her.

I could tell by her pace and the depth that she was plunging into me that she was nearing her own orgasm so I began to concentrate on my cock and try to get mine. I could feel it building quickly. I started to thrust back as well was I could to get more of her into me so I could finish. Mistress caught this and rewarded me with several sharp slaps to my ass, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t stop as I was so close and wanted that release. That’s when she pulled out, quickly and rudely. Several more blows rained down on my ass as I nearly wept in frustration.

I felt her move away from me and come back moments later. Something cold, so very cold was roughly shoved into my ass. The plug was back and it was colder than before. The chill sent my orgasm back into my depths and frustrated me to no end. I was going to plead for release, some mercy just as her hand began to fall on my ass cheeks again.

The side of my hood moved again as she continued to spank me. “Bad, bad Toy! You forget your place. I am in charge, don’t ever forget that. I was going to be nice and let you cum with me, yet you had to be greedy and think only of yourself. For that you shall pay the price. Take of the hood now Tony, and put the penis gag in. He really seemed to like your cock, so he won’t mind.”

In short order that all occurred canlı bahis siteleri as she commanded and the table I was tied to was turned to face the bed. Mistress had her other slave come to the bed with her. He was to give her the orgasm I denied her. As she lay down after taking off her harness she looked over at me. “Oh don’t worry. I’ll let you have your orgasm after I’ve had mine. But you may not like just how I will. But then again a good slut like you probably will.”

A motion of her fingers set Tony into action and he dove in to eat her over the edge. In short time he brought her several orgasms. The vision of the two of them going at it and her passionate cries kept me hard as a rock and oozing. After a handful of orgasms she pushed Tony away and again looked at me with eyes filled with the glow of ecstasy.

She got up and went to her toy bag and pulled out a tube of some sort of lube. She went back over to Tony and began to massage it into his cock. “I bet you want to know what’s going on, don’t you Toy? Well I did promise you an orgasm and Tony here is going to provide it, or at least try. This gel is a desensitizing agent which will make him last a long, long time. Even without this he would last forever after cumming once already, with this he may be able to go for at least 45 minutes!”

With that she pulled him off the bed and toward me by his hard cock. Once behind me she roughly pulled the iced plug out of my ass and they waited as my gaping ass began to close some. I could feel it pulsing, wanting to be filled again. She was right I am a slut and I wanted this. Then I felt it. The head of his cock was red hot compared to the iced plug. So incredibly slow he began to push into me. He didn’t have to wait since I was so stretched out already; he just wanted to tease me.

My cock was pulsing as I reveled in the thought of being fucked by a real cock. So many of my dreams were being fulfilled tonight, it was a perverts heaven on earth come to life. After an agonizing wait he was completely in my ass. I could feel his heat radiate out into my chilled ass and that only served to take my higher. I twitched my muscles as much as I was able, telling him to fuck me and fuck me good.

He slapped my ass once and began to fuck me slowly. Pulling all the way out before slowly slipping all the way back in until his pubes tickled my crack. I don’t know how long this lasted before he sped up, but it felt like forever and my frustration was making me want to cry out.

Then he began to speed up. Still using the entire in and out method, but just faster. It was fantastic, so much better than me using my dildos and in a way even better than Mistress. Not that I would ever tell her that. The only thing that was not as good was the fact that he wasn’t hitting my prostrate like Mistress did with her long and thick dildo. My orgasm was building, but at a slow and infuriating pace.

He kept pounding me for what seemed hours. My body was drenched in sweat and was literally bouncing in anticipation of release. My balls felt like they were going to explode even with the steady drip of pre-cum being released.

At last his pace built to a frantic pounding and the added stimulation was driving me to an edge as well. Then I felt him began to swell up inside me and knew it was there. Knowing that I was about to get another load inside me set me off and I began to shoot my load out onto the floor as he began to jet into me. I could feel the heat travel up into me and coat my insides. He kept pounding into me, lost in his release and I could feel it begin to drip down my thighs. The sheer naughtiness triggered another set of pulses in my cock and I dripped out some more come. A multiple orgasm?! And then I was lost in darkness as I collapsed exhausted.

I awoke the next day sticky and sore, but comfortably arranged in the hotels bed. Mistress and Tony were nowhere to be found, but they had left me a note on the television.

Toy. We had great fun last night and you were even better than we had dreamed of. We both hope that you enjoyed it as much as it seemed and we hope to hear from you and see you again.

Soon!

Love

M&T

A grin split my face. I began to plan for the next meeting and just what new fantasies I could share with them and see if they would be brought to life. I set the note down and waddled off to the shower humming a happy little tune.

End Part 2

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This story is a celebration for both Becca and I. I would suggest that you read my previous works starting with Julie’s “Family Series.”

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For now, what you should know is that Becca and Julie are sisters. Becca is 62 and a genetic woman. She is a BBW with 40DD tits that sag now. For most of her life she was a Dominant woman but in the last few years she is more and more submissive and has started to gain weight. She is currently about 180 lbs. Since the age of 18 Becca has worked in a brothel owned by “Madame.” She is still a prostitute, though she is very well off and usually donates her earnings to charity.

Julie is 59 and is a sissy CD. She is more than passable, but she is beautiful. Like Becca, Julie (starting at 18) had been working in the brothel with Becca until 10 years ago when she moved to Tennessee. She still goes back to the brothel if Madame has a “special” kinky request from a client. She has been living as a woman for 10+ years and works at a library where no one suspects what is really between her legs.

The other 2 women involved are Madame and Mistress Nancy. Both are genetic women. Madame owns and runs the brothel and is still active as a prostitute. Many men love having her because she is a skilled lover as well as being a BBW. Mistress Nancy is a silent partner. Mistress Nancy is also a very respected medical doctor and tends to keep a low profile at the brothel. All four of them have been lovers for over 40 years.

The story opens with Madame, Mistress and Becca laying in bed after having had intense sex. Like many of our stories, the events are nasty and involve “bathroom play.” If play like that offends you, you might want to read one of our other stories.

Mistress and Madame have taken turns fucking Becca for hours, both in her asshole and cunt with their dildos. Becca’s face is covered with cum, piss and shit as the Dominants have canlı bahis pushed their filthy dildos into her mouth to clean them and have wiped them on her tits.

While still naked, they have started a series discussion about the future. Mistress says “Becca, we need to talk to you and Julie about some serious issues. Tomorrow morning, all 3 of us are going to drive to Tennessee to stay at Julie’s house. We need you to call Julie to make her aware of that.”

The three of them stepped into Madame’s over-sized shower and Becca washed them both. She spent enough time washing their cunts so both of them came one more time. Becca got to her knees and they both pissed on her and then Madame and Mistress washed Becca, getting her to orgasm as well.

Once they dried off, all three of them put on stockings, garters and heels. That is how they always dress at home, not bothering with clothes. Madame and Mistress started to prepare for the trip while Becca went to call Julie.

Julie answered right away. “How are you doing Becca? I have missed you so much. It has been months since we have touched each other. My clit and nipples are hard just hearing your voice.” Like she always did when talking to Becca, Julie started to play with her clit, slowly bringing her close to an orgasm.

Becca smiled to herself and said “Stop playing with yourself girl. I need your full attention.” Julie had to smile thinking Becca knows her so well, but she obeyed Becca, as she has been doing all her life. Becca has always been dominant over Julie.

“We are coming to see you in a few days Julie. Hopefully we should be getting to your house by Monday.”

“Oh Becca, I am so happy, but is everything okay?”

“I think so, they both said they had something very important to discuss with us.”

Madame came in as we were talking and took the phone “Julie this is Madame” Even on the phone, Julie always bahis siteleri got on her knees when talking to Madame or Mistress. “I need you to clear your calendar foe the next few weeks girl. Call the library and tell them you will need the next few weeks off.”

Julie responded “Yes Madame, but is there a problem? I have missed you all so much. I am so happy to hear your are coming to see me, but I am worried that this is happening so fast.”

“All is well girl. Tell me what you are wearing.” Julie explained that she was in a nice light blue sun dress, matching red lace panties and bra, red stockings and garters with black heels. “Good girl, now reach into your panties and start to play with yourself. As you do that, I am having Becca playing with her cunt.”

Julie quickly did as she was told to and soon both Becca and Julie were moaning. Madame explained that she had Becca over her knees now and she was spanking her ass, all the time Becca was playing with herself. As Julie heard the first slaps on Becca’s beautiful ass, she started to spurt into her panties.

Julie said “Oh Madame, that was such an intense cum, I am still leaking into my knickers.”

“Good girl Julie, I want you to wear those knickers all the time until we see you in person. That should be in three days. I want you to cum in your knickers at least twice a day.” Julie responded quickly “Yes Madame.”

As she hung up Julie realized that her panties were not only going to stink, but they would be sticky and stiff as well from all the dried cum. Just the thought of that made Julie hard again. She also realized that she had never asked Madame what the trip was all about. Madame had deliberately changed the subject and knew once Julie got excited she would forget.

Julie walked to the mirror in her bedroom, lifted her dress and looked at her panties. They were a mess. Julie has been on hormone most of bahis şirketleri her life. The hormones gave Julie a soft feminine figure and beautiful 36D tits. Additionally, while her “clit” was now quite small (less then 4 inches when hard) when she did cum, she came a lot and like a woman, she could have multiple orgasms.

Julie thought about what the next few days were going to be like. She would make sure the house was spotless. Madame and Mistress would accept nothing less.

She also thought about the trip. Madame and Mistress would abuse Becca all the way down. Just thinking about the kinky things they would do to Becca made Julie hard again. Without thinking, Julie started to play with herself again. She had to drop to her knees to keep from falling over and had another intense orgasm.

She rubbed her hand along the cum soaked panties and brought it to her mouth and tasted her own cum. Julie was enjoying this far too much to let it end now. She crawled to the bathroom and laid on her back. She continued to think about all of the nasty things they Dominants would do to Becca and her and soon there was a nice warm sensation between Julie’s thighs. Julie had peed herself.

Julie just laid there in a puddle of her own piss. Her panties soaked now, as was her dress. She took off her dress and then grabbed a towel and dried her panties as best she could. Once done, she started to get the house ready, forcing herself not to touch her clit for at least 6 hours while she concentrated on cleaning.

After she came again, she reached into her closet and found her “slave chains.” She shackled her ankles together with about 3 feet of chain between them, and did the same to her wrists. She made the decision to stay like this for the next 3 days until her guests arrived. All she had on were her knickers and panties, stockings, garters and heels. She knew she would reek of cum and piss by the time they arrived and knew that would please Madame and Mistress.

In spite of her worries about why the sudden trip, Julie still was excited. She smiled to herself and said “Let the games begin!”

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After 30 years in the military I finally decided to retire. At 50 years of age I was still in superb physical condition and young at heart. I owned a home not too far from the military base I retired from. I had lived there for several years, and liked it, so just stuck around after retirement until I decided what I wanted to do next with my life.

Perhaps one of the reasons I stuck around rather than looking for employment elsewhere, was the horrible crush I had on one of the neighborhood girls. I had known Heather for years. Her family lived across the street from my house, and when she was a little kid, she used to always ride her bicycle back and forth in front of my house whenever I was out in the yard pulling weeds.

Every time she saw me she would yell out “hello Mr. White.” She would do that sometimes even from the window of their home when ever she saw me go out for a jog, or pull out of my drive way on my way to work. I’d always said hello back to her, and had had a couple of conversations with her. Of course I was flattered by all the attention, but I had never thought of it as being anything but a little girl’s crush on an older single male—until she entered high school and started to fill out. In time I found myself thinking about her all the time. And on the days she didn’t yell “hello” at me, or ride her bicycle back and forth in front of my place, I felt a huge let down. In contrasts, the days in which our paths did cross were days of immense joy and exhilaration for me.

I’d always been interested in women, but never had the time to date, much less get married. My military career kept me on the move so much that I was never able to maintain a relationship. Now that I had time on my hands, and stability in my life I suddenly realized how much I craved female companionship.

I don’t like going to bars or computer dating schemes, so I just pinned away for a girl that was way too young for me to ever get near—and tossed and turned in bed at night.

Heather made the cheerleading squad her sophomore year in high school. I found myself suddenly taking an interest in the local high school sports scene. I started going to all of Heather’s school’s football and basketball games—just so I could catch glimpses of her. She always waved at me when she saw me in the stands. And I found myself drooling at her cute legs when she did those dance routines in those short skirts cheerleaders wear.

One day during her senior year, when she had turned 18, and right after I had retired, I was out jogging when Heather caught up to me on her bicycle. She rode along beside me as I finished my run.

“Mr. White,” she said as I was gasping for breath. “I’m going to tryout for the College cheerleading team next fall and I need to learn how to do handstands. Could you help me?”

Heather had a part-time job at the front desk of the gym where I worked out and had seen me do my handstands and other gymnastics.

“S-s-s-ure.” I said, still struggling for breath. “Why don’t you come over tomorrow a couple of hours before dinner?”

The next day happened to be a Saturday, so she didn’t have school. I spent the day cleaning house so things would look half-way decent. Promptly at four the doorbell rang.

“Hello, Heather, come on in.”

“Hello, Mr. White. Thank you so much for agreeing to help me.” She stepped in wearing her cheerleader skirt with a white T-shirt and sneakers. Her shoulder length blonde hair was done up in a ponytail. Her tits weren’t all that big, so she didn’t need to wear a bra. Her nipples were obvious through her T-shirt.

With a great deal of effort I managed to keep my emotions, and my erection, down. I had her do a couple of calisthenics and stretches to warm up. Then a few push-ups.

“Okay, now we are going to do the wheel-barrow exercise to build up your arms and shoulders. This will help give you the strength to do handstands.”

This is an exercise we used to do in the military, where one person holds on to the ankles of the other illegal bahis who becomes the “wheelbarrow” and walks around on their hands with part of their weight being supported by their partner.

With Heather lying on her stomach, I grabbed her by the ankles and lifted her legs off the floor. She giggled as blood rushed to her head.

“Okay, start walking now,” I told her.

Holding each of her legs on either side of my waist, I had a clear view down between her thighs to her cute white panties. As she struggled to walk on her hands, her whole body twisted from one side to the other causing her legs to twist in such a cute and erotic way.

I was no longer able to control my erection. There was an obvious bulge in my gym shorts that I could do nothing to hide.

“My arms are getting tired, Mr. White. Can I stop?”

“Okay, since this is your first time.” I let go of her feet. She collapsed to the rug, then rolled over on her back to look at me.

I was still facing her, and didn’t have time to turn away to hide the bulge in my shorts. Heather looked right at it. Her eyes bugged out of her head like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Then she looked me in the eyes and smiled.

I turned a hundred shades of red. “U-u-u-oh kay, let’s try some handstands now just for kicks.”

I went over to the wall to demonstrate how to kick up into a handstand position, using the wall as a support for the feet until proper balance is learned. I was hoping the physical exercise would make my erection go away. It didn’t.

In my upside down position, my crotch was just about eye-level with Heather—and she was standing way too close to me. When I came down to my feet, she had a wry smile on her face.

“Gosh, Mr. White, I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Just do what I did. Put your hands about a foot away from the wall, then kick up with your feet until you’re upside down.”

She tried a couple of times, but couldn’t get all the way up.

“You can do it Heather, you’re just afraid to go all the way up. Here, let me help you see what it feels like.” I grabbed her feet like when we did the wheelbarrow exercise and lifted her legs all the way up until her feet were straight up over her body.

Big mistake on my part, if I wanted to keep my erection down. With her legs and her whole body upside down, her little cheerleader’s skirt flopped all the way down exposing every square inch of her panties.

My erection went to full mast, throbbing.

In order to place her feet against the wall, I had to stand right up next to her. Heather was a fairly tall girl, almost my height, so when I guided her feet to the wall, the huge bulge in my shorts pressed against her belly button.

I felt terribly embarrassed about that, so I stepped back as soon as her feet were snug against the wall.

Heather, trying to support her weight on her hands, started to wobble. She split her legs apart, almost falling over in the process. “Help me, Mr. White. I’m losing my balance.”

I stepped up again to grab her legs. She had split her legs so far apart I couldn’t reach her feet, so I settled for her thighs. The touch of her smooth young thighs on my hands sent chills all through my body and made my cock throb against her belly button all the harder.

I was terribly embarrassed to know she couldn’t help but feel my hard-on twitching and throbbing against her tummy. But what really set my cock to boiling was watching her panties get wet as I tried to work her legs back up to the upright position.

She wasn’t cooperating much.

“Come on, Heather; let’s get your feet back up on the wall.”

Finally, she closed her legs, but only part way before letting her feet rest on the wall.

“Come, let’s close up these legs,” I said, trying to squeeze her thighs together—but unable to take my eyes off the growing wetness in her crotch.

She giggled, and her arms started to give out, so I let her down. She rolled over on her back.

“Okay, illegal bahis siteleri let’s do some sit-ups now. Bring your feet in close to your rump so your knees are sticking up. I’ll hold your feet down. Put your hands behind your head and try to touch your elbows to your knees.”

I knelt down and grabbed her by the ankles and leaned forward to put my weight on her feet. But, oh what a view! It was impossible to not look right up her skirt, her white panties standing out so clearly against her red cheerleader’s skirt.

She couldn’t help but know what I was seeing, and with each repetition she did, when her elbows touched her knees and her face was close to mine, she smiled so sweetly. And her breath, coming hard after all the exercise, was like honey on my face.

After the first couple of repetitions, she made no pretense of trying to keep her knees together, but spread them several inches apart—smiling all the more seductively at me with each sit up she did. Her growing wetness drove me crazy. And, then, there were those sweet, sexy smiles, and her knowing I was looking at her panties.

Finally I could take no more. “Okay, Heather, that’s enough for today. You can come back tomorrow and we’ll push you a little more.” I let go of her feet.

Before I had a chance to get up she wrapped her legs around me locking her feet behind my back. I was a bit off balance because I had just started to rise up. She yanked me forward in her scissors grip so I fell right on top of her. My stomach on her crotch, my face buried in her breasts, my lips inadvertently on a nipple sticking out through her T-shirt.

“Ohhhh, Mr. White,” she said. And, the rising and swelling of her stomach and chest as she spoke felt like floating on a cloud full of angles. Her wetness steamed through my T-shirt scalding my stomach.

She rolled me over on my back and sat on top of me.

I put my hands on her beautiful legs, fondling up and down.

Heather undid her pony tail, letting her hair fall free, then she bent down, lowering her face towards mine.

Somehow my hands found their way up her skirt so I could fondle her butt.

Her blonde hair cascaded down on my face like morning sunshine until I was enclosed by her curtain of gold. Her lips only inches from mine, I drank her breath in, smelled her sweetness–her sweat mixed with perfume.

Her lips touched mine. Firecrackers went off in my head.

I moved my hands up from her ass, one on her back, and one on her neck—to hold her close and not let her get away.

Her tongue slithered inside my mouth. Volcanoes erupted all over inside my body. My cock, trapped in my jockey shorts, throbbed and screamed for release. The bulge of my desire pressed against her ass as she frenched me. Her erect nipples raked my chest through both of our T-shirts.

She moved off my face and started kissing my neck. Her hand slipped up under my T-shirt, pulling it up. Then both her hands were under my shirt fondling my pectoral muscles.

“Oh, Heather,” I moaned. “Oh sweetie pie, sweetie pie.”

When she paused to pull my shirt off of me, I used the opportunity to stick my hands up under her T-shirt to play with her nipples.

“Ohhhh Mr. White, that feels so good.” She giggled and wriggled her body back and forth and proceeded to take her own T-shirt off.

“Ahhhhhh, so Beautiful,” I said. “Such precious little titties you have.”

I fondled the flesh of her breasts. “And these nipples. Look how big and sexy they are, just like a couple of marbles sitting on your chest.” I used my thumb to bend them this way and that.

She bent down to give me another tongue kiss while I played with her titties. Then she offered her little marbles to my mouth.

My tongue shot out. Lick, lick, lick. First one, then the other. I flicked my tongue harshly at them, making them bounce. Then I sucked them into my mouth, pulling on them, making them grow.

While I sucked and licked her titties, she reached down to canlı bahis siteleri feel my cock bulging painfully in my shorts.

Then she was running her hands through the hairs on my chest and kissing my tiny nipples. She had scooted her crotch down so it rested on one of my thighs. Her thighs straddled mine and she began to hump her sopping wet panties on my thigh as she kissed and fondled her way down my body.

She moved further down my body until her nipples were teasing the bulge in my shorts. Then she pulled my gym shorts down to my knees and started kissing my hard-on through my jockey shorts.

“Ummmmmmm,” I moaned, my hands frantically trying to grab a part of her, any part of her that I could love while she mouthed my underwear, sending wave after wave of heat coursing through my body.

She paused, but only long enough to pull my underwear down, and then take both my underwear and my gym shorts the rest of the way off my legs.

I used that opportunity to get at her. While she pulled my shorts of my feet, I sat up, then grabbed her and pulled her down on her back. I climbed on top and ate her face out like she’d done me. Then I worked my way down her neck until I was sucking on her tits again. I reached a hand down up under her skirt to play with her pussy. Her panties were so hot and wet it was scary.

“We’ve got to get these off you,” I said. “Please stand up for a moment.”

I was sitting on the floor with my legs sprawled out in front of me. She straddled my legs and moved in close to my face. I fondled her legs again, running my hands up and down her beautiful skin. I kissed the insides of her thighs while my hands run up under her skirt to play with her ass. I pressed my face into her crotch to suck her cunt through her skirt and panties while I fondled her butt, and pulled her more strongly into my face.

“Ngggggggg, nggggggg,” she moaned.

Then I eased her panties down her legs. “Such a beautiful sweet pussy you have Heather.” I lifted her skirt and ran my index finger very gently up and down her slit. I kissed her salty, swollen lips.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned. Then she shifted positions to pull her skirt and panties all the way off, toss them aside. No sooner did she have her skirt and panties off her feet than I was trying to cram my face in her crotch while playing with her ass. I tongued her slit up and down while pulling on her ass cheeks.

She shifted positions, once again straddling me, except this time she had her butt in my face. I started kissing her ass cheeks like a maniac while playing with her pussy.

With her butt up in the air, she bent over to tease my cock with her mouth. Her tongue shot out to flick at my hard-on, making it bounce. Flick, flick, flick. Then Lick, lick, lick, as she ran her tongue up and down the length of my shaft.

I stuck my face between her legs and slurped away at her dribbling pussy. She took my cock her in mouth and started sucking me while I ate her and teased her clit with my finger.

Her knees started to buckle, so she shifted positions again. She straddled my mid-section, while facing me. She pushed me down on my back, then slowly lowered herself until her pussy was directly over my cock.

She grabbed my cock with one hand, and parted her pussy lips with the other. As I slipped inside of her, she looked at me with her most adoring eyes. I felt like my insides were turning inside out—but in a very beautiful way. The ocean of her wetness, so hot and sexy on my cock took my soul back to the beginning of time, the creation of the universe, the opening of the first egg of being.

Heather continued to lower herself on my pole, swallowing me up whole inside of her. Galaxies exploded, stars plummeted this way and that, her eyes, her beautiful sparkling blue orbs glistened love at me. My hands played with her nipples, then they were on her hips as she fucked her slippery hot cunt up and down my cock.

Supernovas exploded. Meteors crashed and whizzed. I shot my hot cum up inside of her, bathing her G-spot with my sticky sweet star juice.

She squealed in delight, came, then collapsed on top of me.

So ended the first of many exercise sessions. We’ve been getting together for our “workouts” now almost every day.

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Marty woke up hard again. He’d dreamed of sex. He usually did. It didn’t help that his girlfriend was sleeping in the other room.

He had proposed this experiment. Victoria Church had debated him about it. They had been dating for a year and spoke about the idea of getting married. This experiment had started a month earlier and, most days, went well.

But Victoria was still a virgin and guarded her body from him. It’s not that she abhorred the concept of sex, but it scared her and she’d been told for the better part of 20 years that sex before marriage was not only wrong, but evil and a damnable offense. Even touching herself was a no-no unless she was cleansing her body.

In those moments when she and Marty would kiss and she’d feel her body start to respond to the stimulation, she’d get up and walk away. A part of the experiment was to see if they could live together — and a part of that meant Marty would have to deal with her convictions.

Her parents lived in separate bedrooms; her maternal grandparents did as well. It was a part of her culture. Sex wasn’t for pleasure. It was to help grow God’s garden.

But in the morning, Marty woke up hard — he was a bee without a flower to pollinate.

He opened his door. It was just after 6 a.m. and he could see his girlfriend sleeping on their futon. They purchased it together a month earlier. They loved cuddling on it while they watched the NBC Thursday night shows. Victoria appreciated the human comedy and positive messages of The Cosby Show while Marty enjoyed the sexual tension of Cheers.

He didn’t feel wrong for being horny. He was 20. Most of his friends were getting laid on at least a monthly basis. They lived in a college town and plenty of girls here wanted to be fucked. And Marty wasn’t quite a virgin. He got laid on the night of his senior prom back in Minneapolis. And the first month of college, he’d gotten head from a fellow IU student. She was a sophomore and a little drunk after leaving a Kirkwood Avenue pub.

But Victoria was raised in Oklahoma, and was the product of Christian fundamentalists. She was smart, funny and sexy as hell. Marty wanted to be with her and hoped she’d accept him in her life — and eventually in her body.

He looked at her sleeping. Her breasts were hidden under a nightgown, but they were rising up. Her mouth was pouty and he thought about oral sex. He loved the idea of sliding his cock into her mouth.

Marty looked at the clock. It was 6:30 a.m., Sept. 1, 1989. Victoria would be sleeping for another half-hour.

He went back to his bed and pulled a Penthouse magazine from between the mattress and box spring. It was from several months earlier.

He read through some of the letters … one allegedly from a woman talking about her first time having sex… how much she wanted it, but feared it. Marty thought maybe those were the thoughts of his girlfriend sleeping 10 feet from him. He reached down to his cock and rubbed it up and down.

Marty’s breathing quickened just a bit. He decided, yes, it was time. He got up and went to his door, quietly locking it. He hoped one day he could masturbate illegal bahis with his girlfriend…but she’d probably move out if he walked out with his cock in hand right now. And he loved her. He didn’t want that to happen.

From the desk that had his old Commodore 64 and the telephone that hooked up to the modem, he grabbed some tissues. Ostensibly, they were for his allergies. In reality, he had no allergies — except to the filling of his scrotum from his prostate. And that took just a sneezing from his balls through his hard-ons every few days to control.

He pulled off his REO Speedwagon T-shirt and whipped it into his closet. He looked at the Penthouse and flipped to the centerfold. She was beautiful, a redhead in a black teddy.

The biography told of her desires for a smart guy to seduce her. Marty was a smart guy; he graduated first in his class and had interned at the Mayo Clinic. He was studying physics and biology — he knew he had ideas nobody else had. He could blow this centerfold’s mind with his knowledge. And she could blow his cock with those lips. She cupped her breasts in the photo, and Marty cupped his balls. He pulled his tight, white underwear down to his knees and jerked his cock slowly.

His cock had gone from morning wood to enraged in just a few minutes. He pulled his cock with his thumb, index and middle fingers on played with his balls with his ring and pinkie finger. He was a guy and he wanted to have sex. He need to release his seed. He was human and sex was a part of that — even if it was just in his head.

He thought about his cock sliding into his girlfriend’s mouth. Victoria, a virgin, taking it in and licking and sucking on it. He thought about that other girl, Janet, who sucked on it two years earlier and wondered where she was. She was so good at giving a blow job. She seemed to love it as he got so hard.

Marty looked down. His cock was flexed and veins pronounced as he stroked. He quickened his pace, like he would if he was inside this redheaded centerfold. Or inside Janet. Or, better yet, inside Victoria — the love of his life. Pressing into her mouth or body. Needing to, about to…

Precum leaked from the hole of his head and his eyes widened. If Victoria wasn’t here, he’d get some lotion to help, but he was close already. His masturbation was a sin to Victoria — but it was keeping him sane. He stroked harder and faster, imagining her body underneath him. It was in his mind now, a body he’d never fully seen or touched. Sure, the breasts of this centerfold was helping him visually, but he wanted to be inside Victoria — feeling her pussy around his cock as her body started…

milking …

him…

His face tightened as his thoughts raced. He moved his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock harder and faster. Thinking of her body underneath his, rubbing his balls quickly with his ring finger and pinkie. He wished he was inside her, pleasing her. He caught his breath just one more time and felt the jet streaming from his cock. The white cum leaped like a daredevil off a launchpad over a dozen buses filled with naked, horny women. Most of it landed safely illegal bahis siteleri into the softness of the tissue. Some ended up splattering onto the page of the Penthouse, coating the centerfolds neck and breasts as he looked down.

More cum leap from his cock and he caught most of it with the tissue. He wished the tissue was her body. He wanted Victoria so badly. He squeezed out some of the leftover cum, it leaking softly onto the centerfold’s waist.

Marty exhaled in pleasure. Page ruined, cock satisfied.

He dropped back to his feet and closed the magazine. He laid down and slipped the magazine back between the bed and the box spring, pulling up the edge of the bed to do so.

Ten feet away, in the living room where she was sleeping, Victoria awoke from a dream. She’d been having sex with her husband on their wedding night. It was Marty — and that was good. A dream about sex may be evil, but not if it was with her intended, surely. They were wanting to have children and it was only natural to have sex to do that.

But she felt dirty because she’d awoken wet. She heard Marty in his bedroom — was he grunting? Maybe he was just having a weird dream as he was waking.

She’d been tempted. Tempted to touch herself. Tempted to touch him. But it wasn’t allowed, wasn’t pure. She thought of Marty — his jet black hair and how good he looked in his rock ‘n’ roll T-shirts. She really liked his Def Leppard Hysteria shirt, but if her mother knew that, Victoria would certainly be kicked out of the Oklahoma City Pentecostal Church of Christ’s Way. And she didn’t want that.

Victoria pulled herself up from the futon, the heavy bedding she enjoyed while sleeping with the windows open. It was cool in Indiana in September. And it stayed cool, until it was replaced with cold. She preferred the heat of Oklahoma when it got too cold in the winter, but fall was her favorite season.

Her nipples were hardened from the chill and she felt guilty. It was 7:10 a.m. — and she decided to take a shower before her alarm went off.

She stepped softly to the bathroom, reliving her bladder and stretching as she turned on the vent. She liked hot water, but didn’t like the steam that it left. She started the shower and waited till the water was hot. She locked the door to the bathroom. Marty knew he wasn’t allowed inside when she was naked, but temptation was always there — especially with him.

Victoria pulled her nightgown over her torso and looked in the small bathroom’s mirror over the sink. Her breasts were full and firm. Her sister had measured them at 34C prior to her fitting for her sister’s wedding last summer. It was her body and something she’d needed to know, but Victoria was embarrassed by them — they could create such a fuss.

Reaching her hand up, and then down, Victoria lightly touched her breasts and nipples.

The warmth relaxed her nipples and she felt a slight tickle as her fingernails glided against her tummy. She’d seen a sorority girl walking around with a shirt too tight the previous week and shorts too low. She had a tattoo along her hipbone. The sure sign of an easy girl, she canlı bahis siteleri thought. Still, Victoria was intrigued by it. She’d never wanted a tattoo — but curiosity was now there. It was … sexy…

and sometimes, she wanted to be.

She stepped into pouring shower and reached up her arms as the water jetted across her arm and onto her breasts. She grabbed her bar of soap and blue washcloth (Marty’s was green) and lathered it up. She scrubbed down her legs, stretching her back as she reached down. She felt exposed. Her privates, which she never mentioned aloud, she simple knew as her vagina-area. She was curious but cautious. It’s God’s body, but the Devil would love to own it. And the Devil can control your actions — even those of your fingers.

Victoria still felt wet inside — the water hitting her body not helping her feel cleansed. She was … horny.

And she hated it.

She stopped as her breathing started to increase. This was God’s body, not hers. She would not break her vows. She would only let her husband touch her when the time was right. When her body was ripe.

Victoria thought back to the evening she watched her sister and husband make love. She hadn’t meant to, but she’d witnessed it. The look of pleasure on her sister’s face as her husband entered her. Their bodies together under the sheets.

One day. Maybe one day soon.

She turned the water cooler and lowered her head so it ran through her red hair and down her back. She thought of her academics. She thought of the library sciences and the controversy on how long the Dewey Decimal System would survive.

Her body craved touch. Her mind forbade it.

Twenty minutes later, she ate breakfast with her boyfriend. He seemed, relaxed, she thought. They chatted about their dreams; he said he’d dreamed of an IU basketball game; she said she’d dreamed of walking in fields in rural Oklahoma. Both lied.

They walked out of their apartment five blocks north of the IU campus at 8:45., Victoria locking to door with a bright brass key as they were leaving. They didn’t really notice the older couple across Third Street eying them.

“Wow,” the older woman, Vicki, said, as she saw a younger, sexy version of herself and her husband walking down Henderson Avenue.

“How surreal is this?” Martin acknowledged.

“We’ve certainly done it,” she said. “FluX is right. We’re back in 1989.”

It was time to sent some things right, they realized. They wondered how their personalities of 1989 would take it. They came here from 2023 in a simple time-traveling experiment; and they hoped it would complicate things too much to meet up with themselves.

Victoria was going to be the tougher one to get through to. Marty probably already knew he’d time-travel eventually.

The older couple was still a bit in shambles from the time-travel experience along with the sex and walking around for the last four hours. They knew young Marty and Victoria wouldn’t be home until after their last classes ended at about 4:40 today. The older couple needed some showers and some sleep. They had nothing but time on their hands.

Vicki held up her aged key, brown and scratched.

“Want to go relax in our apartment,” she said.

“You know,” Martin said, “We’ve never made love in that apartment.”

“And we never fucked in there either,” Vicki said. “But we’ve got all day.”

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I realise that almost none of the toys mentioned below exist in real life; I just thought they sounded fun!

* * *

The day ahead was going to be tough, so preparations had to be made accordingly. Unpacking and organising everything into its new home would require a lot of lifting, a lot of travel up and down the narrow old staircase and a lot of stretches and bends to get to all those hard-to-reach places at either end of the journey; suppleness and flexibility would be key as would strength and endurance. The preparations started with a nice warm shower, long to the point of indulgence: it had to be, so that all of the hair on his body below the fringe could be carefully scraped away to leave a smooth, slender trunk and limbs. Wouldn’t want any prickly hairs or trapped sweat during the course of the day’s exertions, after all.

The full-body shave was followed, once he’d finished towelling off, with a luxurious lotioning of all the newly-shorn skin to ensure there would be no irritation. Agile fingers worked the creamy fluid in all over, not ceasing until it had been absorbed, carefully adding another fat drop here and there as necessary to gain full coverage; the lotion served to gently relax and soothe, leaving a gentle kiss of heat beneath everywhere it covered. Still warm from the shower, by the end of this second stage his skin gleamed softly in the morning light. A few careful stretches sufficed to finish the physiological portion of the preparations.

The next stage would take even more time and care, even after taking the trouble to have every necessity diligently assembled and ready, laid out upon the bed in the next room.

First would be the plug; he anticipated that its effects once inserted would very likely be of help with fitting the next few items thereafter. It was quite a special article, a deceptively simple concept, intricate in design and promising wide-reaching results. Of the typical basic bulb shape of anal toys everywhere, its soft and stretchy silicone surface of frosted translucent white was textured and lobed with rounded bumps: within each one was a firm metal bead, given a certain free motion of its own and massing enough to enable a certain momentum; the flexibility of the toy’s skin was designed to allow each ball to move in compliment to the natural motion of the ‘wearer’. Its head was shaped in such a way as to favour one side, the better to align and position it directly against the prostate, the two handlebar prongs of its base running along the same axis. One of the stiff prongs curved upward at the back, designed to nestle between the buttocks to help securely locate it once inserted, while the other was straighter and featured a textured surface to provide a gentle massage to the sensitive skin of the user’s perineum. All in all, it looked something like a lopsided pineapple.

The plug had one other party piece: its stem featured an orifice on the underside, tight and normally all but closed as a result of the natural shaping of the malleable silicone and the effect of the user’s puckered musculature; this was designed for insertions, the walls of the plug stretching apart (along with those of any ‘wearer’) to admit certain objects into the hollow chamber within the heart of the bulb. The plug was apparently accommodating enough to accept insertions of a length greater than its own, which would push the bubbled surface outward against whatever it was inside of, the rustling balls within pressing out accordingly. They would also supposedly crowd in around the intruder to provide a highly textured tunnel squeezing tight around it. The silicone skin of it was remarkably thin in some places, the better to stretch more freely, but surprisingly tough for all that.

Some of the ‘careful stretches’ that had been undertaken were of the clenched ring hidden away in the valley of his hindquarters: first with a carefully lubricated index finger, slipped in just a little way to its first knuckle and worked around systematically to spread the greasy lube; then a stage further, adding the tip of his middle finger as well to repeat the process and begin prying the orifice apart a little further each time. Working their way inward, the fingers were joined by a third by the time the tight hole had swallowed them to the second knuckle. With enough application of lube, carefully added as had been the skin lotion before, they were sliding almost freely in and out.

Thus he was already somewhat physically excited by the time he had lain on his back on the bed and the curved head of the plug was first pushed against his sphincter; its nobbled surface was something of a challenge to insert smoothly, but at the same time every crease and crevice served as a miniature reservoir of lubricant which, with a minor twist every now and again, flowed out easily to aid progress. There was enough left adhering to the toy’s surface to smooth its rustling passage illegal bahis within him; there was enough coating the outside and his fingers once he was done to require a careful wiping down.

Once it was fully inside, he felt filled by the beads clustering in his anal chamber in a way he’d not experienced before. His opening felt stretched by the stem, just on the daring side of comfortable, and seemingly every inner surface felt caressed by one of the ball bearings in its individual silicone sheath. The spark of extra sensitivity from that particular special region on the front wall inside, under pressure from the bend of the plug, served to heighten the experience; the soft stroke of the ridged forward prong against his perineum was a pleasant baseline accompaniment. As he rolled off the bed and back to his feet, he felt the first jiggles of the beads wriggling around inside him; any worries about security were dispelled as he reached his feet and the twin handles of the plug served to keep it perfectly held in place by the closure of his thighs and a slight tensing of his buttocks.

He rose experimentally on the balls of his feet, his planned method for today’s locomotion: just as if wearing a girl’s high heels, the pose would help lift and squeeze together the muscles of his rear; he felt them grip with wonderful tightness around the intruder crowded inside his anus. Whether his ankles and feet would hold out moving around like this all day was debatable but there was only one way to find out, and anything that could enhance his coming experiences would be desirable; he was taking today’s planned pleasure very seriously indeed.

Once everything was settled and certain parts had perked up considerably, he reached for the next item: two loops of black silicone-rubber, joined together along one arc of their circumference, with a thin stretchy pouch of the same material hanging from one of them. This would be a delicate operation. Using two fingers from each hand he stretched the open ring and held it to the head of his eager penis, before manoeuvring it carefully down the length. He had to stretch it carefully to fit around his testicles, until letting go gingerly to let it close tight around the root of his shaft.

The second ring, with its rubbery pocket, nudged his sack for a few moments before he turned his attention upon it and reached inside with the same fingers; their tips brushed against the soft spiky tips dotting the inner surface of the pouch. He stretched again, drawing the ring down below his balls in a manner that brought a slightly uncomfortable tug to the base of his cock for a second before he was able to snap the pouch around his own, with the ring constricting the top of his scrotum. The wispy rubber spike-tips inside the pouch caressed and tickled his captive balls, and he let out a sighing breath at the sensation.

The twin rings tightened the skin around his dick, stretching it out in a smooth glossy sheen. With an air of hesitant experimentation, he brushed the tip of his little finger along the top of it, feeling an extra unaccustomed sensitivity. Still for all that, at the same time he felt comfortable that there would be no accidental over-excitement; more sensitive and longer-lasting, just as the item’s description had promised. So much the better, given what was next.

Just in case he still lacked the required restraint (one way or another), he tore open the small square foil packet of a condom between two of the triangular serrations along its edge and freed the latex sheath; this was pulled on over his bulging tip and drawn down over the smooth length beyond, its touch teasing the new heightened receptivity of his silicone-encircled member. The skin of the pouch squeezing his balls was barely thicker than the condom itself, although the prophylactic was clear enough to give an almost unobscured view of his prick inside.

The sheath was pre-lubricated, but he felt a squirt more would be in order: after squeezing out a careful bead of the pearly fluid, he worked it with careful fingertips around his member along most of the condom’s reach. Then he plucked the next toy from its resting spot on the bed.

Broadly tubular in shape, open at both ends, it was of somewhat thicker construction than the condom that he began to pull it over; somewhat elastic, it stretched around to envelop his latex-clad dick along perhaps three quarters of its length, beginning just before his pouch-stuffed balls and ending just below the rounded flange of his tip. A masturbator, designed to be pumped up and down the shaft in normal use (presumably with great gusto), it was banded inside by a whole series of stiff ribs which played wonderfully across his taut skin. He would simply be leaving it in place with the head of his penis poking out of the end on display (the secured condom was in place to contain any unwanted spillages). Once he finished seating the masturbator sleeve satisfactorily, he felt as though illegal bahis siteleri he was encased in a line from the tip of his dick all the way around to the top of his buttock crease by the array of tantalising pleasure-aids whose caress was an acute presence in his mind.

Not much more to go now, and with luck the next items would be something of a distraction from his increasingly inflamed lower regions. They stood out from the rest by virtue of their shiny stainless steel appearance, as much as the difference in general size and shape: a pair of clips, toothy and glinting, at each end of a length of chain, with another longer chain diverging from the middle to a third clip of a slightly more compact nature. Feeling a little intimidated, he took a dab of the lubricating lotion and worked it carefully into each budding nipple with a fingertip; then when he could put it off no more, he took and held a breath as he clamped the teeth of the first clip around a nipple. He was certainly aware of it the moment the metal teeth closed, but it was far from the pain he’d been expecting; he actually found himself quite taken with the sensation. For the sake of symmetry, he held his breath again while attaching the second nipple clamp and was rewarded once more.

The dangling chain with its third clip was just long enough to reach its intended target: with the careful probing of a finger he was just able to snap it closed around the ring restricting the base of his penis; he had to stoop a little to gain enough slack, and when he straightened again the clamps anchored to his nipples pulled taut on the chain to tug his cock up just a little. Again, not painful; just immediately evident. He knew he had a lot of crouching and bending in store for today’s task, so this addition should prove rather interesting.

He was as yet, technically, naked; he somehow doubted that any of the presently-worn accoutrements counted as clothing. Time to change that. Not that ‘clothed’ necessarily meant ‘concealed’ of course, especially as he would be alone all day. The ‘outfit’ he’d prepared should hopefully add to his present sensory stimulation quite nicely.

He realised the need to take care with dressing himself, soon after beginning to move, as he picked up the underwear he’d chosen and bent over gingerly to slip his feet inside; the plug in his rear stayed nice and snug, its beads jingling a little against his insides, and the temporary slack in the chain linking his nipples and cock would no doubt draw back to a refreshing tightness when he straightened up once more. The garment in question was almost as risqué to his mind as the toys: a g-string with the tiniest of triangular patches of fabric in front, the rest was virtually just thin string; from where he’d purchased it, it was billed as women’s underwear, lingerie in fact; naturally he’d decided on satin-black. Pulling the side loops of the thong up around his hips, he took a moment to settle the rear band between his rump cheeks over the handle of the plug before straightening the silky triangle of material into the front of his package; it was small enough that it covered only a fraction of his testicle-pouch, the band running down between his legs tight enough to dig in gently between his balls and separate them. He was pleasantly surprised to be able to feel the strand itself through the thin material of the pouch.

The form of the g-string itself was clearly an encouragement to sexual escapades, that much was plain to see from looking at it; with the whole of the rest of his ensemble it seemed downright scandalous. In no way did it cover anything potentially compromising, and his proudly erect member stuck straight up from inside it without hindrance; it was more a highlight to the collection than a wrapping. His next and final garment should at least cover things up.

The pair of cycle-shorts was supposedly half a size too small, but then the spandex-like material of their manufacture boasted an ability to stretch in time with the most athletic pursuits. It was still something of a challenge dragging them up his thighs, and over the busy cluster of articles enrobing his loins; eventually though, he managed to tug the hem up to his waist and looked down to survey his work. Goodness, but they were tight: every contour of every object beneath stood out beneath the stretched material; if things hadn’t been securely held in place before, they were now. The tip of his cock, flushed a crimson-purple, winked out just above the waistband in the milky-clear envelope of the condom’s tip.

He straightened fully, feeling the expected tug of the tautening chain, and went up onto the balls of his feet for a few experimental paces around the room. Sensations rolled wonderfully around his nether regions, rubbing and jiggling and stretching and squeezing, all acting in concert to tease into his most sensitive places and fill him full of the most delightful feelings he’d ever experienced. canlı bahis siteleri His penis twitched, drunk with stimulation, and he had to concentrate on breathing deeply and smoothly (feeling jerks of the clamp-fastened chains as he did so) to bring himself back to a level calm. He didn’t want to fill the condom too soon and waste valuable pleasure-time, after all. Finally, readiness was assured; now, to work.

* * *

It was strange to go about his tasks with a body so smooth and hairless; the feeling was almost as evident as the constant teasing from the toys. It was curiously liberating, as if the tyranny of friction was now almost an irrelevance. Padding downstairs on balled feet just as planned, he took the opportunity to squeeze his thighs together to rub across one another with each step. The luxury of the sensation was astounding; that could have been something to do with all those raunchy items having their way with his confined intimates, of course. He kept a hand on the banister rail all the way down around the bend in the narrow stairwell, just in case it all proved too much; he reached the groundfloor fortunately without upset, having enjoyed the newfound condition of his body thoroughly all the way down.

His preparations for the day were far more interesting than the work itself, dull and repetitive as it was; hence the effort he’d gone to in order to provide a suitable distraction. Still, the physicality of the tasks would now be most interesting to experience: a dozen or so heavy boxes, stuffed full of books and records that all needed unpacking and filing away in their new homes upstairs. The start would be gentle, with the first box on the top of the nearest stack. Still, he had to bend slightly at the knees to reach around it for the proper grip, stretching his pecs apart to pluck taut the chain between his nipples; they sang with the tension as the spreading of his knees clenched together his buttocks, grinding the mobile balls around inside his rear end. It felt faintly as though his insides were being stirred.

Supporting the heavy box while walking on arched heels was another challenge, one that he overcame by letting a slight bend remain in his knees; the box tight against his chest caused the chain down to his cock-ring to tighten, inspiring several twitches in the enveloped flesh of his package against the ribbed and studded textures surrounding it. As he took his first step back onto the staircase, the jangling sensations became particularly potent for a moment; pausing, he made sure to let out the hastily-snatched breath he’d taken before taking the rest of the climb.

When at last he was in a position to lower the box back down to the floor, his cheeks were tinged with a flush of effort and arousal. There was a tightness in his balls that was not just down to the constricting rubber pouch around them; every further shake caused the busy little beads inside his behind to shiver out a fresh, teasing tingle. As he bent to squat next to the box, opening it up, the plug inside him came into particularly intimate contact with the mound of his prostate for a fleeting, delirious moment, and he gasped. Fortunately the box was full of stout, sturdy books, and bore his weight unflinchingly as he leaned upon it heavily for support. It seemed as if a certain fine sheen of moisture was beginning to emerge around the head of his dick.

Everything from this box belonged on low shelves; there would be no need for extravagant bending and straightening just yet. He was grateful for the opportunity to take it relatively easy for the ten minutes or so it took to file all the books away. There was a twinge in his knees as he finally stood again, but it was lost in a fresh wave of eager enjoyment from things moving around his sensitive parts in ways they’d not done in a while. Arching his feet, he strode back towards the stairs for the next load.

He had progressed, surprisingly, all the way to the seventh before he was eventually overtaken by the stimulation: the tightness of the chain had caused twitches in his member all the way up the stairs, and after a few crouches to retrieve books followed by stretches to reach their new top-shelf homes, the shuddering pulses of movement from the beads teasing his anus sent forth a surge that seemed to flow down his softly-scraped perineum, through his squeezed and teased scrotum and shooting up to the head of his engorged rod, which he had the misfortune to accidentally brush against the half-empty box while straightening.

He rocked back onto his heels for the first time since this morning, panting and gasping, the book dropped and his hands spread against the wall to hold him up as his head drooped; as an unexpected side-effect, this gave him a prime view of the semen spurting forth from his tormented penis to fill up and bulge the head of the condom. Every insistent sensation from every toy burst inside his consciousness at once like a lusty fireworks display. His dick continued to shiver and spasm for almost a minute after it sprayed out the last of its many eruptions; his elbows and knees were trembling where he leaned his bodyweight through them. The sustained climax had been mind-blowing.

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