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Author’s note: AnnaVenus69 will be writing Chapter 8 in this series. And again, we both thank you for your comments/votes and feedback. MF

Jack hadn’t been himself at all as we played a round of golf at one of our favorite courses. Though he and I had been close growing up, only two years junior to him, since his marriage to Kay, we spent little time with one another aside from our monthly golf outing and the occasional family invite to dinner.

I wasn’t worried that anything was wrong, he’d have told me that. But it was obvious his mind wasn’t on the game as normally he outplayed me easily. Not today. Today I’d beaten him by three strokes, which was saying something.

“You sure everything’s alright at home?”

“Huh? Oh…yeah, fine! Fine!” he said smiling shrugging it off. “Just have my mind elsewhere at the moment.”

“Obviously,” I told him. But he didn’t even respond to that, already his eyes taking on that distance look he’d been harboring all morning long.

“We still on for the barbeque this evening? Need me to bring anything? How about I bring along a nice used condom salad?”

“Oh yeah…yeah, that would be great,” he said absentmindedly as he placed his ball on the tee, adjusting it for the third time which is something he rarely if ever did. Rarer still that he sliced it, something else he also rarely ever did.

“What time?”

“Huh?”

“The barbeque Jack.”

“Oh yeah…the barbeque. Six, six-thirty I guess,” he replied absently. Then looked at me with sudden realization. “What kind of salad did you say?”

#

Growing up mom had called us her salt and pepper shakers. Jack had taken after mom’s side of the family with dark hair brown eyes, while I’d taken after dad’s side, blonde hair blue eyed, though as a child, my hair had been actually bright white, only turning blonder later on when I’d grown into a rebellious teen-ager. I had also always been taller than Jack, even as a child, passing him in height early on, and staying that way. Mom said I looked “Nordic” taking after what dad claimed as our heritage in being a distant relative to some well known Viking king or prince or something.

Jack had told me that Kay’s sister was staying there with them. About the only time he even seemed animated, more like his old self. Had only met Linda once, at their wedding, but she seemed nice enough then, though nearly as opposite to her sister Kay as I was to my brother Jack. Stopping long enough to pick up a couple of bottles of wine, I arrived at their place shortly after six, figuring to help Jack with the out doors cooking, and hopefully getting some hint as to whatever it was that was bothering him. Perhaps having that time together, I’d find out.

“Pete? You remember Linda don’t you?” Kay said reintroducing us again.

“Of course! Nice to see you again Linda,” I said taking her hand, shaking it. She smiled, but even though I’d not seen her for years, I remembered her. And I didn’t remember seeing her smile like this. She’d changed, obviously. And maybe that was a good thing as I had always been a bit reserved myself. And from what I’d already learned in life, there was nothing worse than two shy individuals trying to carry on a conversation together.

Not only that, Kay took one of my arms, Linda the other, as they guided me out back towards the patio area. “Pete’s here!” Kay announced to my brother. “And he brought wine!” she said grinning.

“Hi Jack,” I said easily, watching him as he flipped the steaks he was cooking with precision. Jack grinned. I was relieved, as this was the Jack I was a little more used to seeing, not the one I’d played golf with earlier. The girls returned back inside the house to finish up with the potato salad they were making, as well as some corn on the cob to go along with the thick juicy steaks.

“You meet Linda?” Jack asked closing the lid on the barbeque, wiping his hands on the silly looking fish apron he was wearing.

“Yeah, I did. She looks a lot different than the first time I met her,” I told him.

“Different?”

“Yeah, can’t really put my finger on it, and it has been a few years ya know, but I remember her smile, and it was nothing like the one she greeted me with a few minutes ago.”

Jack actually laughed. “Oh Petey…you don’t know the half of it!” He told me.

I hated when he called me that. But I loved it when he did too. We’d always gotten into wrestling matches growing up as kids whenever he called me by that name, most of which I always won, forcing him to take the name back. Which he did, only to call me it again moments later, resulting in another tossing of one another about the yard.

“Oh? So tell me,” I ventured. I saw Jack’s face redden slightly. Once again, something else he rarely if ever did. I also watched him glance back inside the house, look towards me, then motion me over. Whatever it was, it had to be something good as I’d only seen Jack do this “come here” thing once or twice growing up. Once, when he’d discovered canlı bahis şirketleri a cache of “stroke-books” as we’d called them that our father had hidden inside his closet. The second time, when he’d come flying home to find me, then led me back through a couple of neighbors yards until I’d found myself standing below Mrs. Steven’s bedroom window. That had been the first time I’d ever seen a naked woman, aside from my own mother. And as exciting as that had been in and of itself, it was watching her getting “fucked” as I later learned the term to be, by some guy that she’d been dating. So when I saw this same exact look in my brother’s eyes once again, I knew this had to be something along those lines.

“What?” I asked upon reaching him, already speaking in hushed tones. Which is when he began telling me why Linda was even here in the first place. Almost immediately I felt he was about to share all the gory details with me, so I listened attentively, preparing myself to be “supportive” without letting on that I was, and cautionary in anything I might say or do over the course of the evening. But then as Jack continued, I realized this wasn’t at all where he was leading me to.

“Remember a while back that I told you what one of my all time fantasies was?” he asked me.

“Yeah…” I drew out curiously.

“Well, lets just say that Kay and Linda gave me a very, very special birthday present!”

I turned to look back inside the house, trying to digest this tid-bit of information I’d just been given. I was already asking the question before turning back around to face him. “You mean to tell me…”

“Yep!”

“Kay’s sister?”

“Yep!”

“Holy shit!”

“Yep!”

“And?”

Jack grinned.

“Oh come on Jack! You can’t leave me hanging like that! Now you’ve GOT to tell me what the hell happened!” And then it dawned on me. “No fucking wonder you played shitty to day!” I added grinning back at him. “You did seem a little on the exhausted side!”

“Exhausted? No…still horny as hell, yes!” And then Jack proceeded to tell me everything as I stood there with my mouth open, tongue hanging out. I mean I knew Jack, thought I knew him anyway, as well as my sister-in-law. I certainly loved her to pieces and knew that she and Jack had what I’d call the perfect marriage. But hearing this, hearing this wild little naughty side of Kay was an eye-opening revelation.

“Fuck man, her sister?” I stated once again trying to picture it in my mind just as the girls brought out the rest of the side dishes. Even then, I stood looking at my sister-in-law and her sister with renewed interest. “Hot fucking damn!” I thought silently, and surprised myself at this sudden image of seeing the two of them naked, sucking my brother’s prick.

“Pete? Pete? You wanna open one of the bottles of wine?” Kay asked.

“Ah…sure,” I stammered, suddenly realizing I had a rapidly growing erection. I hurriedly turned, glad for the reprieve and reentered the house, bumping into Linda in the process as she came from around the kitchen counter with a loaf of French bread. There was no stopping it, we collided, and in doing so, we both stumbled, me with the momentum of going forward, and Linda with the surprised effort of trying to stop, failing to do so as we crashed backwards into the refrigerator. Reflex had caused me to raise my hands in an effort to keep Linda from falling backwards and actually injuring herself. All I succeeded in doing however was literally placing them on her breasts in the process as she fell backwards. Expecting some shocked embarrassed look from her, which I was certainly showing, she giggled, laughing instead, then looked down at my hands, which were stupidly still mashed against her chest as I leaned into her against the fridge.

“I guess they do have more than one or two useful purposes don’t they?” she teased. “Though bumper guards wouldn’t have been my first guess.”

“What? Oh…fu, I mean…” catching the word before I’d spoken it. “I mean…sorry, I didn’t see you,” I told her apologetically, only then removing my hands though I still hadn’t completely regained my balance, falling into her once again as I failed miserably at trying to lean back, until she actually placed her hands on me, pushing off. But she laughed, and that helped some.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” she said softly. “We are family after all.” And suddenly the image of Linda and Kay sucking my brother’s cock suddenly came to mind.

“Yeah…guess we are, aren’t we?” I said wondering as I absentmindedly began trying to unscrew the wine bottle before realizing I needed a corkscrew instead.

Finally taking the wine and the four glasses that Kay had placed on the counter for me, I walked back out to the patio just in time to see Linda whispering in her sister’s ear. Kay looked towards me as I came out, smiled, grinned really…and whispered something back to her sister to which they then both laughed. I felt my face flush, realized she had to have said something about canlı kaçak iddaa me ‘accidentally’ placing my hands on Linda’s tits, and tossed back a confused silly smile. Suddenly feeling exactly like “Petey” for some reason.

#

It had been a delightful dinner. Jack had cooked the steaks to perfection, the corn was sweet and delicious as was the potato salad that Linda had made. We’d also consumed both bottles of wine, leaving me at least with a nice little buzz without making me feel even sillier than I was. Jack had uncorked a third bottle of wine from his own stock as the girls headed back into the kitchen after having cleared the table off.

“I think the girls are up to something,” Jack told me.

“Oh? What?”

“Hell if I know, but they’ve been whispering and giggling back and forth all evening.”

“Yeah…I noticed that, but I thought they were talking about me and how I accidentally found my hands on Linda’s breasts!”

Jack looked at me. “How does one ‘accidentally’ do that?” So then I had to explain it to him, which he laughed at. “Good story, but no…there’s something else going on besides that,” he told me curiously. Kay hinted at something earlier before you got here, said something about another little surprise she and Linda had picked up at the store.

“What store?”

Jack started to tell me, then obviously thought better of it. “You’d never believe me if I told you, and besides, it would take too long to tell you now. The girls are already on their way out.”

Sure enough, we both turned and watched as Linda and Kay emerged from the house. Kay was carrying what looked to be like some sort of board game.

“What’s that?” Jack asked. Kay was grinning, Linda was blushing.

“A game.”

“What sort of game?” Jack asked again.

“It’s called, ‘Ah oh!'”

“Ah oh!” Jack responded back, meaning it the way it was intended. “Any game with a name like that…”

“Calls for another round of drinks,” Kay said refilling everyone’s glass. “You set up the board Linda, then we’ll explain the rules to the boys here.”

I watched as Linda opened the board setting it squarely in the middle of the patio table. It had a single spiraling path that ended in the middle of the board. Several squares of differing colors had what appeared to be the names of differing cards that had to be drawn if you landed on them. Some were merely symbols, like one, which was a cocktail glass meaning you had to take a drink of some sort of beverage.

“This is one of those adult party games!” I said in surprise, suddenly realizing that as I glanced at another of the symbols in silhouette and realized it was a couple fucking in one of various positions as depicted around the spiraling wheel.

“Yep!” Kay giggled. “Thought it might be kind of fun to play it, especially since we need at least four in order to do so.”

“Gee Kay, I dunno…not sure I’m really up for this, especially with you…Jack, and hell, I’ve barely even met your sister!”

Kay shot me a look. “Didn’t Jack tell you what Linda and I gave him for a birthday present?” she asked seriously.

You could have knocked me over with a feather. “Ah…yeah,” was all I could think of to say.

“Well then? We’re all adults here, and besides…I think this could be a lot of fun, don’t you Linda?” she asked turning to face her sister. Linda was blushing, but she was nodding her head yes. “Well?”

“Well…ok, I guess.” I told her, and then sat down consuming my glass of wine in one gulp.

The pieces consisted of plastic colored images of guys with obvious erections, and women with very noticeable breasts. Kay handed each of us two blank cards that said “I dare you to” on one side.

“Each of us gets to fill out our own ‘dare you’s'”, she told us. “They’ll be mixed in with the other ones that come with the game. Beyond that, all we do is roll the dice, do what ever the cards tell us to do, or whatever the squares you land on tell us to do.”

“So what happens if you get to the middle? Then what?” Jack asked.

“Then you turn around and go back the other way again, but only if you roll doubles. Otherwise you stay where you are.” She was grinning.

“Ah oh,” I said starting to understand. “Gzactly!” Both girls said in unison, speaking the word they’d always spoken ever since growing up together, meaning ‘exactly’.

“What happens if you get stuck in the middle?” Jack asked not quite catching on as yet.

“Well, that depends on who ends up in the middle with them,” Kay offered. “In which case, you then draw a ‘naughty’ card.”

“Naughty card?” I asked nervously. “What’s on a naughty card?”

“Guess you’ll find out if you have to draw one,” Kay giggled.

“What happens if Jack and I end up in the middle together without one of you?” I had to ask.

“Ah oh!” Kay giggled once again, “Hence the name.”

“I think it should be called ‘Oh fuck!’ instead,” Jack added. “Especially if Pete and I end up in the middle together.

“But it’s canlı kaçak bahis certainly ok if we do?” Linda said suddenly jumping in.

“Ah oh…” Jack said smiling. “Guess I should have seen that one coming!”

“Ok, nuff…lets play!” Kay said taking her seat, choosing a light blue very busty looking figure as her playing piece.

Jack went first. “What does this mean?” he asked. Kay glanced at the board.

“It means you have to stand on one leg, patting the top of your head with your hand until it’s your turn to roll again. If you put your leg down, or quit patting your head, then you have to take your clothes off.”

“You mean a piece of clothing,” he said smugly.

“No…says right here, ‘all’ of your clothing!”

“Damn…this game gets serious in a hurry doesn’t it?” he confirmed reading the rules.

“Yep!”

Jack made it through to his turn, though Linda had now taken his place performing the same act. “Do you still have to do this if you’re already naked?” she asked.

“Yep!” Kay giggled. “Which could get interesting,” she added with a knowing wink.

Everyone had either taken a drink based on the square they’d landed on, or a “Tell a naughty story” card. Which Jack had gotten quite a kick out of in telling as poor Linda continued to jump up and down patting her head until she finally gave up. “Ok…ok, I give up!” she announced matter of factly, already removing her clothes without so much as a hint about being embarrassed about it. And though I found myself becoming aroused, I turned away as she finished undressing.

“Do I get to sit now?” she asked.

“I suppose,” Kay quipped giggling. “Ok, Pete…your turn!”

I rolled, landing on the first ‘Dare you to’ card. Picking one from the deck, I turned it over and immediately saw it was one of the hand-written ones.

“Well? What’s it say?” Kay asked.

“It…it…says,” I began, faltering for words as Kay grabbed the card out of my hand.

“It says:” she began with a smile, “I dare you to lean over and suck the right nipple of the person on your left for one full turn.”

“Who wrote that?” Jack asked smiling.

“I did,” Linda blushed actually admitting it. “So I guess Pete, that means, you get to suck Kay’s right titty.”

I quickly glanced over towards Jack, all he did was smile and shake his head. “You drew it…you do it!” he told me.

Seeing as that Kay was still fully dressed, I proceeded to make the attempt to do that through her blouse. “It says, nipple!” Kay stated seriously. And then to my amazement, she unbuttoned her blouse, and pulled her bra down exposing her breast. Once again I glanced over towards my brother, but all he did was palm the dice and smile at me.

“Suck away little brother!”

So…I did.

If I’d been a bit buzzy earlier, I was really getting buzzy now. So far, no one had been stranded in the middle for very long, at least not long enough for anyone else to join them and have to draw a so-called ‘naughty card’. But then, all that changed. Kay was the first to arrive, followed by Linda when it came to be her turn.

“Now what?” I asked curiously, an edge of bewildered excitement coursing through me as I contemplated the possibilities here.

Linda drew the first naughty card from the deck. “What’s it say?” Jack asked impatiently as Linda read it to herself. She was blushing.

“It says…that I have to perform oral sex on the person I’m with,” she said blushingly. I glanced over towards Kay, and though she’d so far managed to remain dressed, she immediately stood and slipped off her white shorts and panties, sitting down again facing her sister as she sat. Only then did she reach for the one-minute sand-clock turning it over.

“You may begin!” she said with a giggle.

Without even a moments hesitation Linda knelt before her sister’s exposed pussy and began lapping at her unabashedly.

“Holy shit!” I moaned without even realizing I’d spoken.

“You can say that again,” Jack confirmed standing up so he could see better. And I realized when he did, that Jack was sporting an enormous erection, long ago having lost his clothing as well, but obviously not the least bit embarrassed by it at all.

“Time!” he announced reluctantly. “Ok, my turn!”

Jack landed on another ‘dare you to’ card and read. “I dare you to fondle the woman’s pussy on your left.” That was Linda. And he immediately stood, beginning to do so for the full minute of the sand glass as Linda sat back in her chair, eyes closed, legs spread obviously enjoying it.

“Whew! Some game!” I said moments later. “This is pretty wild,” I added nervously.

“Hell, and we’re just getting started too!” Kay finished just as the last of the sand fell in the minute glass. “Time!”

It wasn’t long before everyone was naked, feeling less and less inhibited with the help of several drinks along the way, which was just as well when I ended up in the middle of the board, along with Kay when she joined me moments later.

“Naughty card!” Jack yelled excitedly drawing it before even Kay could retrieve it.

“What’s it say?” Linda questioned, the same question I was asking silently, nervously.

“Ah oh…” Jack mused glancing over towards me.

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This is the sequel to Alien Girls Find Friends, you’ll enjoy it more if you know the girls and their background 🙂

Alien Girls, Cousins

What a yummy nap, Sally stretches, beside her someone’s curves are buried in the sheets. Maybe not just one, she smiles suppressing a giggle.

A mysterious cousin, my even more mysterious Alice mentioned. Seems strange, my family’s from Louisiana, down Baton Rouge way—nobody from Cuba.

Alice’s hand slides out from the sheet to toy with Sally’s fingers. Light touches, sending tingles, relaxing, images arise, crowded streets, faded clothes, folks flowing, languid in the heat, but eyes sharp, on the lookout.

Alice snuggles closer, decides she likes the whispering the girls do, remembers how mellow the whispers were between Angel and Sally in the cockpit of the plane. Lips brush Sally’s ear, as she murmurs, ‘Should we visit your cousin or Angel’s family?’

‘Can’t we do both?’

‘Angel’s family in Havana, yours is in the South.’

‘Angel’s family then, my cousin’s younger than her granny, no?’

…

Out on the street, the fine women stroll down the decrepit boulevard gliding over its uneven sidewalks, stepping lightly over cracked concrete and crumbling curbs. Sweet smiles greet the curious eyes that follow them. Men begin to trail along, eyes on curves and swaying hips and that indefinable something, like the scent of cinnamon wafting from some tucked away bakery.

Sally with her long legs walks ahead with Angel, their arms linked companionably. They’ve attracted the more aggressive men. They strut and posture, batting at each to get closer to these girls so fine it’s hard to believe they’d walk so carelessly in this seedy barrio.

Annie whispers to Alice, ‘Will they be safe? I mean you and Susan can…but they seem so oblivious, no sign of fear…’

‘They’ll take care of themselves.’

Other more menacing men join the rowdy group following the girls. They start pushing the others to the side. Suddenly, Sally stops and turns to look at them. They’re shocked to see the high-wattage smile like that of a wining Miss Universe contestant. It seems to glimmer, to reach out. When Angel turns to see what the commotion is. The combatants are stopped in their tracks, pushes at the ready but somehow forgotten.

A half block away, Annie shudders proud to see their fabulous smiles spreading like sunshine, but when Angel turns to walk back to the fighters, Annie shivers, afraid for her.

Angel acts on an impulse she’s finely tuned as a stewardess, part firm, part soft, wrapped in the warmth of strong loving mother. Her mind is on the verge of rebelling—how stupid to be confronting these gangsters—but something deeper, hard and able, is like an anvil where actions are reshaped, hammered true to necessities nature.

Distracted by this girl now in their face, they’ve forgotten Sally’s smile, and are ready to resume their fight. Angle laughs at them, pushing them lightly to the side.

It’s the last thing they expect, this hot girl touching them, not giving way, unafraid, telling them ‘If you want to join us, you’ll need to settle. How cool would it be to take these pretty turistas to your casa, meet your mama, your sisters, your little brothers, impress them?’

The younger one recovers enough to raise his fist. Angel doesn’t budge. ‘No fists, how do you expect to meet that pretty girl, she glances back at Sally?’ But when she returns to face them, her eyes are suddenly like Alice’s, deep pools of darkness into which all things seem to float in mindful possibility. Her aggressor is named Jose and his life is a story of pain, the pain of love and comfort and often food just out of reach, aggravated even more by the itch of drugs he can’t possibly afford.

Angel sees the child that could have been had he not strayed from his sister, Rosa, his only champion.

‘Let’s find Rosa, she’ll help. You’ll get killed running hot-headed like this, ready to become a bigger criminal every day you hunger.’

Jose drops his hands as the images of his past float by his mind’s eye, seen as though from a stranger.—He realizes in the rush of memory that there really might be someone who cares whether he livers or dies, someone like Rosa.

‘She’s gone.’

‘No, she’s not far.’

As she talks to these strangers, Angel realizes how profound the link is to her strange sisters, marvels at how the crooked lane and the whitewashed house with the tattered curtain across the door present themselves; amazed at how she knows so much about this violent man who could hurt her, how her fearlessness is the defining moment when his threat was revealed to be but a child’s long buried pain.

She touches Jose’s fist, ‘Come on, no more time to waste.’ And takes his arm pulling him toward Sally.

Sally smiles at Jose, ‘Let’s visit Rosa maybe she’ll forgive you when canlı bahis şirketleri she sees you, the true you.’

Angel hooks her arm through his, and grins, ‘Tu turistas fantastica.’

Down a side street then through a littered alleyway, turn to the left, near the blind end of a narrow lane—not a place to be if you’re on your own, his friends follow Jose, their leader. They think he’s bewitched, at the mercy of some voodoo queen. They remember the witch’s shimmering smile but cannot reconcile the docile behavior of the fierce Jose who gives no quarter to anyone.

Behind them Alice and Annie follow. Near one of the side streets they’re surprised to find a little bodega with an inviting table in the shade of a spreading tree where none other than Blondie sits at the table laughing with a wizened old grandma. They’re sipping lime juice and drinking rum from little paper thimbles.

Blondie hugs Alice and Annie, tickling them, enjoying Annie’s surprise.

Annie stares at her. ‘How could you possibly think to meet us here? I thought we lost you, not to mention Susan and M!’

‘One minute I was smacking Wing’s butt complaining,’ Blondie laughs, ‘telling her I was missing out on your mischief and woosh I find myself at this corner. It must be that space-time thing where Wing and Alice are never really apart.’ And kisses Alice, ‘Tricky-tricky!’

Alice smiles, ‘Let’s wait here in the comfort of our abuela, no need to crowd their reunion.’ And points down the alleyway. ‘The men will settle and if they don’t we’re close enough to help.’

The old woman comes back out of the bodega with another pitcher of limeade and more rum.

Blondie gets more chairs and glasses. She gently drapes an arm around the woman’s shoulders whom she introducers as her newfound grandmother.

‘Join us, mother?’ Alice asks, her dialect matching the woman’s. The woman is startled to be talking to someone who she swears has an accent like her long dead sister from the campo. She glances at each of the women, thinking they don’t look alike, yet something connects them. Maybe they were adopted and decided to come to the island as tourists, but why here?

‘Yes, we’re sisters, señora.’

‘You don’t look like sisters.’

‘Sisters of the heart,’ Alice says, gently placing her hand on the woman’s chest.

‘Your touch reminds me of this Blondie my adopted rubita. I couldn’t resist her company. I thought I wouldn’t be able to understand her because she’s a foreigner, but instead we felt like friends. Now when you touched me instead of being shocked or offended I remembered the butterflies playing under that big shade tree on our farm, where my sisters and I would lie on the mossy ground and look up into the leaves to watch their wings color the shadows.’

She sits with them and undoes her long gray hair, saying, ‘It’s like I’m in a dream. My grandson walked by with those pretty chicas, your friends I think, he was smiling like a little boy.’ And adds to herself, like the child I remember during those first few years when smiles were possible.

‘Will Rosa forgive Jose, will she welcome him?’ Alice asks.

‘If she can remember the lost boy…’ The grandmother says. (Rosa? She takes this knowingness in stride, after all when the rubita was talking to her she grew accustomed to another kind of knowingness that transformed the girl’s foreign language, English she imagined, into her native tongue, peppered with curses and wisecracks just as if she were talking to her granddaughter Rosa.)

‘Its better if those punks that follow Jose around leave him alone.’ She shrugs, nothing can be done.

‘We should talk to them,’ Alice says.

‘They are too mean for tame girls like you.’

‘Tame?’ Annie giggles.

‘Come on,’ Alice says, taking the old woman’s hand. ‘The walk will do your aches and pains good.’ And adds with that smile, ‘…Every step you take one less pain to prick.’

So up they go. A little slow at first. A half block later, the grandmother remarks on the fine weather, no longer complaining about the pain in her hip. She doesn’t notice the light touches Alice gives her as they walk. Annie watches the old woman straighten, her shoulders less bent. Her hip moves more freely as the frowns of pain lining her face lighten. Annie walks on her left and extends her arm, and so they stroll stepping with increasing ease down another alley, taking the long way to Rosa’s.

Grandmother was going to object to the struggle of so many extra steps, then realizes she likes to walk this way, misses the bougainvilleas that overhang the garden walls among the thorny roses trailing along the fence tops, their colors glinting amid cemented glass shards there to dissuade thieves. When they get to the last alley down which Rosa lives, she seems to float, enriched by her strange new friends.

They watch the men grumbling to each other halfway down canlı kaçak iddaa the street to Rosa’s.

Why we wait? Why we just push that ugly curtain aside and pull Jose out of that witches’ den. They’re just pussies—putas—nothing to fear!

Yet…

Then they notice, three more witches walking toward them with an old woman. One of them says, ‘Jose’s abuelita. We stole candy from her bodega.’ He doesn’t add that he feels like running too, fast, pronto before he’s trapped in this pinche blind alley. Why fucking worry? He thinks, warnings sending shivers down his spine. There’s five of us and just three skinny chicas and an abuelita coming our way.

And still they come. Just as he thought—no fear like they’re out for a Sunday stroll! Closer and closer, each step a trill of fear and desire. Well, not for the Abuelita, she’s just plain fear, the fear of the righteous. He shivers. No sense here. Why these mujeres so…so fierce, yet sexy, hot chicas so so fucking hot… Closer… Ah! Ah! No yes,.. Yes! No! He can’t think! Mind on fire, dick hard as a rock, he turns wanting to run away or run closer, No, no, no…

Then they stop not inches away. Eyes resting on Eduardo like a light upon his befuddled self, suddenly he can’t help smiling like an idiot as he senses it:

All is forgiven, come along with us, we’re waiting for Jose, you are his friend, be a friend, he needs…you know what he needs and it’s nothing like what was before, it is…don’t you see it? That new life where you meet the chica of your dreams, she could—yes—be the puta you fancy on the boulevard, there by the stop light where the policia let the putas pass. The one you know you fancy. Elena, dark and comely, your Elena—waiting even while you diss her. The one to help you with the bodega, the bodega your papa wants you to help with, not just dick around, but as you know, commit to, just like your true love, that very same puta on that corner waiting where you can’t stay away.

So now they walk together, down to the curtained doorway where Rosa consoles her brother as they sit on the threadbare sofa in faded yellow, that bedraggled couch Jose fondly remembers from the farm, now an unlikely anchor to his past.

Outside on the step wait the women and their newest convert. The other men have long since slunk away, confused about the fate of Jose and now Eduardo, so easily seduced by the witches. They will drink shots at the stall by the entrance to the barrio, taking courage in the thimbles of rum, a sad toast for friends they fear lost.

Inside Rosa sits with Jose, Sally and Angel beside her. She feels shy about sharing her poor home with these fabulous woman, but is impressed bu how these girls are like children free to be themselves, like this fancy Angel chica so at ease as though it were natural to be here sipping water. And that Sally, wow, what a dish, yet oddly maternal, using her smile and those sexy, mischievous eyes to nudge them together. She’s even more surprised by how Jose is so reserved around these hot chicas Shy, like he seeks my permission to be here—she thinks ‘supplicant’—as though he wants me to forgive him, and somewhere deeper in the still gaze of Angel is the what—the push, a nudge—to forgiveness, as though it were a tonic they should drink together, like…she hesitates…like some kind of holy water, blessed be, blessed be…

And so Rosa muses, lost in ever more playful thought, as Angel takes her hand and Sally drapes a comforting arm around her shoulders, as she smiles and smiles, looking at Jose, amazed at how these women have mesmerized her hard-ass criminal brother, how they have somehow soothed her, how they have cut the cords of long ago hate.

Reconciled, or is it redeemed, Eduardo and now Jose lounge on the step. Eduardo is babling to the Abuelita, rapturous about his novia. He will leave soon to find her and there to swear his… He hesitates, it is an odd word…lealtad…his allegiance; deeper then love, because love he too easily professes to every half-willing pussy just to get the prize. But his sweet Elena, he now realizes is not love but the life blood for his weary heart, come home at last, his place to rest in the dark night.

Outside Annie nudges Alice, now that we’ve found Blondie, where’s Susan and M? You didn’t just let them roam?

‘Susan will be a fine guide for M.’

‘Uh huh, will she be doing magic too?’ Annie whispers, not wanting to upset the abuelita.

The grandmother just smiles at her, ‘Yes I knew you were good witches when you sat at my table under my favorite tree. You had that glow, the same one my mother told me about, the one the old folks talked about, the one that rises with the dancers in the campo, the glow it’s said we inherited from Africa.’

…

Thinking of dancers and dancing, Susan and M decide to go to the beach and listen to the steel drums and see what must be dancers, or at least people canlı kaçak bahis having fun, their colorful whirling shapes tiny in the distance from their balcony high in the Hotel Nacional.

‘You’re not going to materialize us there, are you?’ M says, smirking as they leave the hotel. She enjoys teasing Wing, still impressed by how Susan was waiting nonchalantly in the club even though they left before her, unaware that Blondie had similarly vanished while M was still struggling to wake up.

She decides Susan is being way too complacent. She digs a bit more, ‘Shouldn’t you be with Alice? What if the Light Queen needs you?’

‘It’s my turn to attend to you—someone has too!’ Wing giggles. Two can play this game.

M grabs Susan’s hand and whirls her slender body around like a ballroom dance partner. Wing is dipped backwards arched into a passionate embrace, their lips just millimeters from touchdown.

‘You little devil, as they say here.’ Susan laughs and presses her thighs tighter around M’s leg scissoring them, teasing her. ‘Do you want to shock the conservative Cubans?’ And nods to an older couple who instead of frowning are smiling, clearly enjoying their antics.

‘Don’t worry, lovebird. They’re cheering us on.’ M grins, ‘But if you keep toying with my leg we won’t make it to the beach.’

‘It’s what Latin lovebirds do!’ Susan says and kisses M with an exaggerated smooch loud enough to set their audience tittering.

Susan and M untangle themselves and curtesy for the couple who smile and gayly clap at their performance.

‘You look so beautiful together. Would you care to join us for a cocktail? I believe that’s an American tradition we’ve adopted.’

‘We’re going to the beach to see the dancers. Let’s have cocktails there?’ M says, as she watches the couple. She’s not sure they’re entirely serious. They look very formal, much too formal to be joining rowdy girls like themselves. The man wears a well-tailored sports coat and pressed linen shirt open at the neck, curly white chest hair that spouts from his collar matches the wavy hair showing under an expensive straw hat. The woman is immaculately coiffured, youthful despite her obvious age, a crescent of expensive pearls tucked into her hair matches a necklace setting off a tasteful silk dress shimmering in the sea breeze.

The woman takes M’s hand and kisses her lightly on the cheek, ‘We’d love to.’

The man introduces them, ‘This is Señora Ofelia and I am Oscar, we are pleased to enjoy your company almost,’ he adds, a twinkle in his eye, ‘as much as we enjoyed your affection for each other.’ And lightly kisses Susan on the cheek.

The girls blush, startled by their own reaction. Then they smile solemnly and nod, ‘Thank you for inviting us.’ Their diction remarkably synchronized as Oscar observers with a wink to Ofelia.

Ofelia links her arm through Susan’s and suggests they first go to their house where they can have their drinks. ‘We’ll watch them dance from the shade of our veranda. Later we can walk along the malecon.’

Oscar makes a call and then takes M’s arm, remarking on her pale skin, ‘My niece has skin like yours, you’ll like each other.’

Taking a side street, they go down a lane close enough to the ocean to hear waves lapping against the seawall. The houses nearest the ocean are more ruinous then their opposites—facades crumbling, paint pealing, ironwork rusting. At a large rusted gate stands a dark skinned man with a fierce scar lightening his skin from brow to chin. He nods to them and opens the gate, his rigid posture softening when Susan reaches up to touch his scar and bows her head, one warrior to another.

‘Jose has been with us since the revolution. His daughter is my niece’s companion.’ Ofelia offers, surprised by Susan’s gesture and the grace with which Jose accepted it.

‘Your niece’s lover,’ Susan replies, ‘her obedient lover.’

As Ofelia ponders Susan’s all too knowing comment, she realizes what they remind her of. How odd—she’s reminded of rare night blooming flowers that folklore promises bring luck and love to whomever gazes upon their first blooms.

Yes, she and Oscar were attracted to by their playful kissing, but now she realizes the import of the way they seemed to wordlessly communicate, pausing as though scanning the future before accepting their invitation. How they took in the faces of the people they met along the way to her hacienda: intent, compassionate, somehow knowingly aware of their struggles. Now at the gate, this slip of girl, Susan, Ofelia thinks she’s fairy-like in her petiteness, but now recognizes her strength, when she reached up to touch the fearsome Jose with a gesture of respect, softening his features in recognition. Finally, that comment, her lover; the little fairy girl could’ve guessed the relationship between her niece and Jose’s daughter—it’s surely not that unusual—but when she added her obedient lover…well!

M winks at Ofelia, catching her eye, and smiles. When Susan kisses her wrinkled cheek and whispers, ‘We like surprises.’ Ofelia giggles. She feels like a birthday girl, like an eager teen on the cusp—of what?

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The men left Gus’ house before sunrise to get to Aaron’s favorite river spot. They enjoyed having a productive, and relatively clean, urban waterway that provided them an outlet for fishing close to their homes. Both Gus and Aaron were part of different conservation groups working to improve the health of the James River and had dedicated time and dollars to see it re-emerge as a healthy fishery within the last decade. Aaron’s spot was just a few miles west of town, at place called Flatwater, between a couple sets of rapids, it was only a 15 minute drive. Gus parked, the guys grabbed their gear, and Aaron led Gus down a trail for a few hundred yards to the river’s edge.

Both men looked out across the beautiful river and watched as the light fog started to lift as the sun made itself known. It was time to get some lines wet. Not noticing anyone on the water, or on their way out, they felt comfortable stripping down to their river shoes and fishing naked. The two men spread out about fifty yards from one another and waded in the shallows around some rocks to see what type of damage they could do in the pre-dawn calm.

“There we go!” Gus heard to his right and turned downriver to see Aaron hooked up on a nice fish. He watched him land the first fish of the day, a nice 3lb small mouth. “Hell yeah Marine, nice one!” Gus yelled. Aaron raised the fish up the air, kissed it on the head, and released it back into the river. “I’m winning, furry man!” Aaron chuckled and immediately threw a line back out into the water.

Gus hooked up on one next, it wasn’t a bass though, he could tell from the more gradual hit that he had a catfish on the line. He increased the drag a bit on his rod, as the fish started to run and resist the hook pulling it toward the shore. “Got one!” Gus yelled down toward Aaron who turned to see the bend in Gus’ rod upriver. “Looks like a big fish, Gus!”

“Feels like one, too,” Gus responded, keeping his focus on maintaining tension on the line and letting the fish wear itself out so he could land it. Aaron started making his way back toward Gus and watched him work the fish to shore. “Damn, that’s a nice catfish, Gus.” Aaron said.

Gus put his hand in the cat’s large mouth and held it up in the air. It had to weigh almost thirty pounds, he thought. The fish dangled from his hand held out at nipple height, down below his knee. It was flathead. Aaron picked up Gus’ camera, “Smile sexy fisherman.” Gus held the fish in front of him and put on a huge smile to compliment his furry nude body. Beams of sunlight reflecting off the clear water through the river valley announced the sunrise downriver to the east and Aaron snapped another picture of his handsome fisherman. “I must have a copy of that picture,” Aaron announced, as he turned the camera downriver and snapped a few more of the sunrise.

“Whatcha think, should we start a stringer?” Gus asked Aaron still holding and admiring the large flathead catfish he’d just landed. “Yeah, let’s keep some,” Aaron replied, “If we catch a few more catfish, we can fry them up for the party this afternoon.” Gus took the fish over to the bank and pulled a stringer out of his tackle box. He punctured the catfish’s bottom lip and ran the line through the open ring at the end of the stringer, and placed it back in the water near the bank, securing it around a small tree. “If we can get one more that size, or a few more smaller ones, we’ll have plenty to fry,” Aaron stated, “What are you using for catfish Gus?” Aaron asked.

“It’s one of my crappie lures, yellow, small grub, there’s a few more in there, feel free to grab one. I’m just bouncing them slowly across the bottom against the current, trying to get them in holes behind rocks. Seems to work okay.”

Within thirty minutes the men had five catfish on the stringer. Four smaller 3-4lb channel cats, which they both agreed were the best eating, joined the large flathead, and that task was complete, and it wasn’t even 9am yet. They then switched up their lures and started stalking large and small mouth bass again. No one had yet interrupted their peaceful fishing morning and they both stood naked, unashamed in the waters of their home river, admiring the scenery and each other as they enjoyed the morning.

Another hour passed and Gus had successfully pulled in two nice large mouths. Aaron had landed another smallie, and a large mouth as well. He and Aaron were fishing closer to each other and enjoyed making the other pose for a picture with each fish they landed. Their morning was filled with smiles and laughter. As the sun rose higher in the sky, traffic on the river began to appear. First, a canoe, then a couple kayakers, and then the tubers started making their way into the water. Gus and Aaron had both put on a pair of shorts after a woman in the canoe that passed gasped and scolded them.

Around 11:30 the men decided to call it quits for the day. They packed up their gear and fully reclothed. Gus grabbed the stringer and swung it over his shoulder and they made it back to the truck, tossing all their gear, and the fish in the back. Before Gus pulled out of the parking lot, Aaron leaned across the console illegal bahis and gave Gus a nice firm kiss, looking into his eyes, “Thank you,” he said, “this has been a wonderful morning.” Gus nodded and smiled, and headed back to his house.

Gus and Aaron made quick work of cleaning the fish in Gus’ backyard, and tossed them in a ziplock to keep them in the fridge until frying time. Gus retrieved his deep fryer from the fishing den and set it up in the backyard. Aaron prepared a fry batter and by 1pm the men had the fish fried, a cooler packed with beer, and were almost set for their cul-du-sac excursion.

“Come rinse off with me, Marine,” Gus commanded as he stripped off all of his clothes and left them in a pile in front of his washing machine. Aaron stripped and followed him up to his master bath steam shower. The two men took joy and pleasure from being able to lather up each other’s fur and clean all the hard to reach places on each others bodies. Aaron liked being able to run his fingers through Gus’ beard with shampoo and conditioner, stealing kisses throughout. Gus liked teasing Aaron’s nipples and grabbing large handfuls of his perky butt, massaging them with soap, and smacking them gently.

Each man got a couple fingers up the other’s ass, some nice weight inducing stokes in on each other’s cocks, and some good clean fondling of each other’s balls, enjoying the teasing nature of it all. Gus pulled Aaron into him and they slid their hairy chests and bellies against one another, using each other’s pelts as sponges while they kissed passionately and cleaned each other. Fully rinsed of soap, Gus and Aaron exited the shower and dried each other off. Both men put on a pair of jeans, without bothering with underwear, and a t-shirt. “You’re a fucking sexy man, Gus Wolfe,” Aaron said admiring each handsome feature of Gus’ body. “Thank you, I think you’re mighty handsome too, Marine,” Gus responded, “You ready for some suburban rowdiness?”

“Guess we’ll take it as it comes – let’s get to it.”

Gus and Aaron got in the truck and headed out to Willow Park, on the way discussing their preference for city living, and how they’d likely not see one willow in the neighborhood. Gus liked that Aaron shared his urbanist and conservation-minded views, they just added to the long list of reasons why he’d fallen head over heels for this married man in such a short period of time. “So, just to reiterate, I don’t know if Jake and Bill have anything at all in mind other than just hanging out, but if they do, and we end up naked, you’re okay with that?” Gus asked, with a seriousness in his voice. “100% Gus,” Aaron responded, winking at him, and placing a hand on his thigh.

“3627 Willowcrest Court, there it is,” Aaron pointed out the window to a house that looked like every third house in the neighborhood they’d been meandering through. Gus parked the truck out front – noticing Jake, Bill and a few other people standing just inside the open garage door up the driveway.

“He guys, hows it going?” Jake said making his way down to meet Gus and Aaron making their way up the drive. “Doing well bud, good to see you, this is Aaron – Aaron, this is my friend, Jake.” Aaron and Jake shook hands and exchanged hellos. Gus noticed Jake taking in Aaron from head to toe and smiling slightly as the men made their way up to meet all the others.

“We’re just about to pull all the stuff out into the cul-du-sac, we were having a couple beers up here in the garage before,” Jake stated, “You know Bill, this is James, Patrick, Preston, and Clark – guys this is Gus, my buddy from college, and his friend Aaron.”

Bill walked over to Gus and embraced him in a big hug, “Good to see you buddy, how ya been?”

“Doing great, we just got off the river this morning, had some luck, and brought some catfish to share with y’all,” Gus responded. “That’s awesome, I love some catfish, thanks for making it out here,” Bill replied and then turned toward Aaron, “Good to meet you, Aaron,” Bill said, extending a hand and then pulling Aaron in for a bro hug shortly after.

Gus noticed a definite ease in Bill’s demeanor from the bumbling and conflicted beast he’d met out in the wild and guessed it was probably the comfort of being in his own turf, and perhaps having been plowed a couple times a two weeks ago, that had loosened him up. Aaron noticed Bill from head to toe, and was impressed by this thick build, handsome face, and general kindness. He looked at Gus and nodded and smiled. Gus and Aaron assisted the husbands in moving chairs, coolers, tents and a couple grills out into the cul-du-sac, and the wives and kids began making their way out and about as well.

It was a very low key, comfortable environment, Gus and Aaron had beers, met a bunch of people, and became popular with the cul-du-sac when they shared their freshly caught fried catfish with everyone. They had conversations about fishing, threw some bean bags, and ate a fair amount of the pot luck food around them. Everyone was in good spirits.

Gus and Aaron met both Bill and Jake’s wives, which Gus thought might be awkward, but was the complete opposite. Jake’s wife, Susan, was a illegal bahis siteleri riot. A free spirited-type who enjoyed her white wine, and had an unmistakable and infectious laugh. Bill’s wife, LeeAnn, was drop dead gorgeous. A brunette, about the same height as Bill, with long slender legs, a nice set of perky tits, and a workout fit body. She was also charming, and talked with Aaron and Gus about how she wished that Bill would get out more, noting how relaxed and pleasant he’d been since returning from the fishing trip he’d taken recently with Jake. The afternoon turned into evening and people began taking their things back to to their houses while a small group of the men congregated again in Jake’s garage, Gus and Aaron among them.

By this point, the men were drinking for drinking’s sake. There was talk of sports, of politics, of the weather, of wives, of women in general and of the hassles of family life. Gus and Aaron were mostly passive listeners as the men, one by one, said their piece and exited the garage to call it a night. By about 9pm, it was just Gus and Aaron, who had both stopped drinking about an hour prior to sober up for the drive home, Bill, Jake, and of the guys they’d met when they arrived, Clark.

Clark was a little younger than the rest of the men, likely in his early thirties. He had dark red hair and a scruffy close-cut beard and green eyes. He was taller than Bill by an inch or two, but had a similar thick build about him. He filled out the polo shirt he was wearing nicely. His firm chest and perky nipples were visible through the mesh material and his arms stretched the sleeves of his shirt. He wore a pair of short khakis and some boat shoes with no socks, freckles visible through the red hair on his legs.

He was pretty drunk by this point, and Gus had learned through listening that he lived across the street with his wife and two young children and had been in the neighborhood for about two years. Bill and Jake seemed to have taken him under their wings a bit, and he looked up to them for marriage advice and enjoyed their company. Clark had mentioned that he was getting wasted tonight, because his wife and kids were out of town this weekend visiting her mother, who, through the conversation, Gus could tell, he did particularly not care for.

“Clark, remember when Bill and I took our fishing trip a couple weeks ago?” Jake asked.

“Yeah man, you fuckers left me behind and escaped for a weekend,” Clark replied.

“Well, we met up with Gus when we were out of the river, and I’m almost certain, he loves fishing more than you do,” Jake responded.

“It’s my thing, but anyone who’s fishing regularly is definitely doing it more than I am. I haven’t been on a proper fishing trip since my second daughter was born two years ago. That catfish was tasty guys, thanks for bringing it,” Clark replied, looking toward Gus and Aaron.

“No worries,” Gus replied.

The door to the inside of the house opened and Jake’s wife Susan stuck her head out, “Sorry to break up the party boys, but Jake, I need your help, Haleigh’s upstairs throwing up, and I’m trying to get Jacob to head to bed. It was nice to meet you Gus and Aaron, don’t be strangers.”

“I’ll be right in hon,” Jake responded, “Guess that’s it for tonight guys,” Jake said, looking extremely disappointed.

“Hell, y’all can come over to my place and keep drinking, nobody’s there,” Clark spoke up, “I’d rather not drink alone and Jake, if you get everything handled, just come on across the street.”

Jake nodded, and shook Gus and Aaron’s hands, “Good to see you Gus, and nice meeting you, Aaron – if I don’t see y’all later, hope to see you again soon.”

Aaron and Gus looked at each other, “Well, what do you think Marine, one more beer over there or call it a night,” Gus asked Aaron. Bill watched the conversation intently, hoping the guys would decide to stay a little longer. His thoughts about two weeks ago, and the addition of this sexy Marine to the mix, had him excited, and it started to show through his shorts as he stood up to make his way out of the garage. Aaron noticed and almost gasped at the size of Bill’s meat in his shorts. He nudged Gus who also took notice.

“I’ll head over to your place with you Clark. Gus, Aaron – wanna hang out in the burbs a little longer?” Bill asked the men, sliding his right hand into his pocket to make the outline of his monster cock a bit less pronounced.

“What the hell, why not,” Aaron responded. Gus nodded in agreement and the two men grabbed their cooler, threw it in the back of their truck, and walked across the street to Clark’s place.

Clark led them into his man cave that was a room off the back of the house not far from the garage which he’d left open in case Jake made it back over. The four men sat down on his comfy leather furniture and opened another beer. Clark started talking about all the things in his man cave and pointed out the different fish mounts he had up along the walls. He really liked large mouth bass and striper, it seemed, as he had multiple mounts of both fish around the room. Gus and Aaron were impressed with them, and with his canlı bahis siteleri gear that was stored in large glass front cabinet along one wall of the room. The room was set up to be comfortable, and Clark’s place of escape from the three women in his house. Luckily, for all of them, the women were out of town.

The men were seated across from one another. Bill and Clark in plush leather arm chairs and Gus and Aaron on a leather sofa, with a large wooden coffee table between them. Bill had his legs spread open, and his monster meat was visible to Aaron and Gus hanging down the right leg of his shorts – they were right, he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Gus could feel the tension with Bill building in the room when Clark looked across the table and said, “So, what’s y’alls deal, how did you get away from your wives for a whole night without any nagging or a hundred phone calls?”

Gus looked at Clark, and said matter of factly, “We don’t have wives, we’re lovers.”

“You’re gay?” Clark asked, almost astonished.

“Yep, and there’s nothing at all wrong with that,” Bill piped in immediately, taking both Gus and Aaron by surprise. Clark looked at Bill, and then back to Gus and Aaron.

“That’s cool. I’m not gay, but I had some fun with guys during college.” Clark responded, “Couple of guys on the football team with me would all hang out, jerk off, I’ve even sucked dick before, I had some fun with it. Sometimes I think it would be a whole lot easier and a lot more pleasurable than my current situation. You know my wife hasn’t sucked my dick in over a year. A fucking year,” Clark said.

Gus and Aaron could see that Bill’s cock had gained a lot of weight and was now poking out oh his shorts attentively. Aaron put his arm around Gus, making physical contact with him lovingly for the first time since the afternoon began. Gus looked at Aaron and the two of them kissed each other, and then looked out at Clark and Bill to see how their audience responded.

“I’ve never kissed a guy,” Clark said, as he reached down and grabbed his crotch with his right hand, “Have you, Bill?”

“I have,” Bill said, “And if anything goes one bit further this evening, can I trust you to not mention it to anyone out here, Clark?”

“Yep, you can. Can you guys kiss some more?” Clark asked looking at Aaron and Gus across the coffee table.

Enjoying being the objects of attention and fantasy, Gus and Aaron latched their beards together with fierceness, making out, grunting and gripping each other tightly. They kissed for about a minute, and then broke to check on their comrades across the coffee table. Both Bill and Clark had removed their cocks from their pants and were stroking. Aaron, getting his first full sight of Bill’s thick dick was astonished. Bill’s hand couldn’t even fit all the way around it. Clark had a nice cock too, it wasn’t fully hard yet but it was quickly getting there, and appeared to be about 6-7 inches in length. Clark was also enamored by the size of Bill’s cock. “Doesn’t that think hurt LeeAnn?” Clark asked looking at Bill.

“She likes it, I’m patient, too, I don’t just shove it into her,” Bill responded.

“Can I touch it?” Clark asked, reaching over with his left hand, still seated in the chair next to Bill.

“Sure, go ahead, Clark”

Clark wrapped his hand around Bill’s throbbing cock, amazed that he couldn’t make his fingers connect around it. “Damn, buddy, I didn’t know they got this big,” Clark said, as he squeezed and then slowly started moving his hand up and down on Bill’s cock, working his with his right hand at the same time.

Gus and Aaron watched as Clark slowly stroked Bill. Clark was a handsome man too, Gus was curious if he was smooth or hairy and said, “Hey Clark, why don’t you take your shirt off, looks like you have a nice chest there, can we see it?”

Clark dropped the dicks in both of his hands and pulled his shirt over his head. He was ripped. Where Bill had a bit of a belly, Clark was cut, he must appreciate his sit ups, Gus thought. Bill removed his shirt in short order and Gus and Aaron acquainted their eyes with the two sides of beef across the table from them. Both of them had about the same amount of chest hair, not much, just a few patches around their nipples, a bit in the middle of their chests, and a treasure trail. Both men were very familiar with the gym, and it showed. Aaron looked at Gus and smiled, and the two of them pulled their shirts off too, exposing their glorious pelts for Bill and Clark.

“Damn, you guys are hairy as hell,” Clark said, looking at Aaron and Gus.

Aaron nuzzled under Gus’ beard and started licking and sucking on his neck. Gus closed his eyes and raised his chin toward the ceiling. Bill had had about all he could take and stood up, removed all of his clothes, and sat down on the other side of Gus and kissed him deeply as Aaron continued tonguing his neck. Gus kissed Bill back, and put his right arm around him, his left still around Aaron. Aaron came up from his neck and grabbed both Bill and Gus’s heads and pressed his mouth into both of theirs, entering a three-man kiss with tongues probing and roaming, and Bill moaning in utter delight. Aarons left hand found Gus’ massive meat and began playing with it while they kissed each other. Gus right hand slipped from Bill’s shoulder and made it’s way down his back to start toying with his ass.

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Adam arrived at work a little late, not officially late, but late to him. He is usually there by six-thirty because some of the players come in to work out in the morning, so he is there if they need anything. Adam is the football coach of the private high school that he works for it is the beginning of the season. He has been working with his kids since near the end of summer, tryouts were done and over with, school had been in session for a few weeks now.

As Adam came though the sports complex he was turning on lights as his went, he was amazed as he ducked his head in the weight room and there were only two kids this morning. “Hey Coach.” They both said at the same time as he waved and walked back out. He went through the locker room, some of the lights were on but not all and he turned them on as he was walking towards his office.

His office door stood wide open, which he knew he locked and closed the night before, he could see the principal of the school with a few parents that he didn’t recognize. “Coach?”

“Mike?”

“Everyone this is Coach Adam Cort, Coach these are three transfers that would like to join the team.”

Adam looked at the three boys and then at their parents. “They will have to try out.”

“Coach they come from other schools and they were good on their teams.” Mike responded.

“And the kids on this team are good as well, they will come to practice and I will see how they do. I have seen one maybe two of these boys play before.”

“Coach, is there anything I can do to persuade you to let my boy on your team?” One of the fathers stated.

“No, there isn’t, and I will not let that go against my judgement of your son. I know your son is a quarterback and I would like to see him in action. As I know this kid is a great tight end. This one I haven’t seen before.” He looked over at the end and saw a man standing with his son. “What do you play?”

“Full back, Sir.”

“What school?”

“Out of state, played at Calgary High.”

“What’s your name?”

“Theodore Ames, Sir.”

“You are a Sophomore?” The kid nodded. “You went to Garfield Middle School, played all three years?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I didn’t know your father was in the picture.”

“He’s not this is my Uncle.”

The principle spoke up. “I didn’t know you would know this kid personally.”

“I don’t, I was asked to come watch him play by the high school and his coach as few years ago to give some pointers. Never spoke to him. But the coach was very concerned about him and gave me his background.”

At that moment Jeff stopped in the office. “Coach.” He didn’t look up until he was in the office and saw everyone standing there.

“Yeah Jeff.”

“Sorry Coach, I didn’t know you were busy.”

“No problem Jeff, hey can you take these three and show them around the complex. Pull Cody and Mike out of the weight room and get them warmed up a little, since they are in sweats they can do some drills.”

“Yeah Coach.”

“Jeff, when I am finished, I will come out and you can tell me what your issue is.”

“Yes Coach.” The kid looked back down at the ground for a second.

The three boys followed Jeff out the door and he was telling them where everything was then we couldn’t hear them anymore. The principal looked at me again. “So are they on the team?”

“Benched until I see what they can do. But yeah they are on the team.”

“Benched, you know what my boy can do.” The one father that was trying to bribe him was getting upset.

“And I know what my kids can do; he will be benched until I see how well he works with the team.” Adam said firmly.

That father stormed out and the principal looked at Adam. “Coach we will talk later.”

“I am sure we will.” Then the principal and the other father left and the Uncle stayed.

“Can I help you?” Adam looked at the man.

“Steve.” He stuck his hand out and Adam took it. “Not going to tell you your job, but I am glad that you had seen my nephew before, I wouldn’t have thought since he wasn’t from this state.”

Adam smiled and finally broke their handshake. “Just luck I guess. Do you live here or just visiting?”

Steve smiled. “I live here, my sister decided to move here to be closer to me, so Teddy can have a father figure in his life.”

“Well that is nice of you.” Steve was looking Adam up and down and Adam was him. When they both looked at each other they smiled. “I hope to see you at the games.”

“Wouldn’t miss them for the world.” Both of their gaydars were going off, they smiled again and Steve left out of his office. Adam leaned against his desk for a minute smiling and then walked out to the field where the boys were warming up, he grabbed a few more kids as he walked through the complex.

Over the several months, Adam worked the three boys and the team slowly accepted them. Teddy was Steve’s nephew, and every time they played Steve was in the stands watching. After every game Steve would be outside the locker room waiting for Teddy, one of the last one for the year, Steve told Teddy to head out to the car that he would canlı bahis şirketleri like to talk to the Coach. Teddy told him that he would have to go into the locker room to his office that he was in there.

Teddy walked away and Steve went into the locker room. There were just a few more students left and he walked past them to Adams office and knocked on the frame of the door. “Enter.” Adam said without looking up, he was expecting one of the kids to be standing there when he finished looking at some of the video of tonight’s game. When he looked up he smiled. “Steve.”

“Hey Coach, just wanted to stop in to tell you that you are doing a wonderful job with the kids.”

Adam stood up and walked around the desk and stuck his hand out to Steve. “Thanks, but please call me Adam. Would you like to have a seat or did you have to leave right away?”

“Teddy is in the car.”

They were interrupted by a player. “Coach everyone is gone and the equipment is all put away.”

“Thanks Jack, see you Monday for practice.”

“Yeah Coach, have a good night and weekend.” Jack walked out and there was complete silence in the locker room.

Adam turned to Steve. “Now where were we?”

“Well, I am usually not this forward, and really it took me all season to ask this, so I guess it isn’t so forward.”

Adam chuckled. “What is it?”

“Adam, I was wondering if you would like to go out with me on a date.” Steve looked at Adam, and Adam was just standing there motionless. “Or maybe I misread you.”

“No, no you didn’t misread me.” He smiled at Steve. “Sure I would love to go out with you.”

Steve blushed and smiled. “I didn’t know if you wanted to wait until after football season was over or not, but you only have one more game right?”

“Yeah just one more, when would you like to go out?”

“Do you have any plans for tomorrow or did you want to wait until after the last game and we would go out next Saturday?”

Adam smiled. “Tomorrow is good, you want me to pick you up or vice versa?”

Steve chuckled now. “Well since I was the one that did the asking, it only would be fair if I was the one driving, right?”

“Sure thing, so tomorrow it is.” Adam wrote down his address and phone number for him.

“Oh, I should ask this, are you out?”

“Yes Steve I am out, all my kids know, I make it a point that everyone knows, so they are not blindsided. Don’t want a kid to find out they have been showering in front of me, and feel uncomfortable about it. There are even cameras in my office so the administration can make sure I am not doing anything.”

“That is terrible, but thanks for telling me, I will remember never to kiss you in here.” He smiled.

Adam chuckled. “Thank god there isn’t sound.” Steve blushed.

“Are you heading out soon?”

“Yeah I will walk you out, give me a sec to grab the footage of tonight’s game, I would like to look it over. If you want, you could drop Teddy off and stop over and have a beer and watch with me.”

“I would like that, but let me check and make sure Teddy will be ok, his mom is out of town this week so he is staying with me.”

“Sure, you have my address and phone. If I don’t see you tonight, I will tomorrow.”

Adam grabbed everything that he needed and headed out beside Steve. He held the door for Steve and when he closed and locked it, they headed out the main doors. Their two cars were the last in the parking lot and Teddy was waiting in Steve’s.

“Well I will call you in a bit Adam.” They shook hands again and parted ways. When Steve made it to his car he looked over to the other end of the lot to see Adam made it to his, waved and got in, he looked over at Teddy, which had been staring at the two of them and how they were reacting to one another. “What?”

“Really, my coach, Steve?”

“Do you have something against me dating him?”

“Yes and no. I don’t want to be shown favoritism or have the other guys know, but no because you can do what you want to do.”

“Well thank you for letting me decide who I can or cannot date. By the way, are you going to be ok tonight, I was going to go out for a bit.” Steve smiled.

“With the Coach?”

“Yeah I was going to meet up with Adam at his house.”

“Whatever just take me to your house and go.”

Steve took Teddy home and went in to shower, he didn’t want to smell like the stands. He shaved, dressed in clean clothes and went to leave the house when Teddy stopped him. “You look good, Steve. I hope that you and the Coach get along. Thanks for at least waiting for the end of football, but you have to break up by baseball season.” Teddy smiled.

When Adam got home he also showered, he didn’t know if Steve would really come over but he didn’t want to smell too bad for him, if he did show. He pulled on some sweats and a t-shirt then he looked at himself in the mirror and changed, he grabbed some jeans out and left the t-shirt on. Adam quickly picked up his living room and then settled down in front of the TV to watch the game.

He got a text from Steve stating that he was on his canlı kaçak iddaa way and that he would see him in a bit. Adam smiled when he heard the knock at the door, he was a little nervous when he realized it has been over two years since he has dated anyone. He opened the door to Steve standing there with a six pack and a fifth of whiskey. “I didn’t know which one or any you would like to drink. I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all. Please come in and we will get some shot glasses and put the beer in the fridge.”

They sat down and started talking and laughing about things, they were having a great time with one another. They actually forgot about the whiskey, Adam did go and grab them both a beer but they didn’t even finish those. When Steve got up to use the bathroom, Adam stayed on the couch and waited for him. When Steve returned instead of sitting at the far end of the couch he sat closer to Adam and had turned sideways on the couch to talk to him.

They hadn’t realized that time had escaped them, not that it wasn’t after ten when Steve came over, but it was well after four in the morning when they were still talking. Adam leaned in to see if Steve would like to kiss and Steve was very receptive, he kissed back and they started to fondle one another though their shirts and jeans. Steve broke one of the many kisses. “Just this nothing more, tonight.”

“Yeah.” Adam smiled and went back to kissing Steve; he would kiss his neck, jaw and checks. Both men were moaning and humping against the other man’s hand, they would systematically stop every once in a while so they didn’t cum in their pants but they got too close many of times.

After a while Steve had to push Adam away, if he didn’t he was going to cum and he didn’t want to go home in wet jeans. “We have to stop.” Adam moaned, Steve laughed at him. “I can’t go home in wet jeans.

“Ok, take them off.”

“No, we are going to get to know one another first.”

“I know.” Adam took a deep breath. “So where are we going tonight, how should I dress?”

“Slacks and a button up, would be suitable.” Steve smiled. “Not going to tell you where we will be going.”

“That is fine, remember pay backs are hell.” Adam smiled and reached over and pulled Steve in for another kiss.

“MMMMmm, well if they come with your kisses then it can’t be all that bad. I better go before I can’t.” Adam walked Steve to the door, he raised his hands and cupped Steve face and leaned in one more time and kissed him. “I will pick you up about six.” He looked at his watch and chuckled, it was after seven in the morning. “I guess we better get some sleep or we will be sleeping at the dinner table.”

“See you later this evening.” They kissed once more and Adam opened the door and Steve left out. Adam watched him walk down the hall and out the door, than he shut his apartment door and went straight to the bedroom and stripped, he was so hard he had to rub one out before it got too painful.

He grabbed some lube out of the bedside table and squirted some in his hand, he knew he would last long, they had edged too many times tonight. Adam started off slow, he started thinking about the six foot tall man that was just in his arms. Steve had light sandy blonde hair, green eyes and a wonderful chiseled face for what he believe that he as geek of some sort. He could feel that Steve worked out some, because his chest and abdomen was firm, he can’t wait until he gets to see that. It wasn’t long before his hand was just a blur on his cock, and he was grunting, shaking and squirting his cum all over his stomach and chest, he fell back on the bed and quickly fell to sleep.

Steve was smiling the entire way home, he couldn’t believe they had kissed for hours, literally for over three hours. They had a fun time just talking and laughing, they didn’t drink but a little, they pretty much poured themselves some shots but sat them down and forgot to drink, same with the beer.

When Steve finally pulled into his driveway he was still smiling and walked up to the house. He walked in the door and was immediately looked at by his nephew and another player from the team, Scott. They were playing on one of the many game consoles that Teddy has.

“You been playing all night?” Steve asked.

“Could ask you the same question, Steve.” Steve looked at his nephew. “REALLY did you really have to fuck the Coach?”

“One, don’t swear around me and two, it is none of your business, but we didn’t fuck.”

“Sure then what’s with the smile that is plastered on your face and your clothes are a mess, your lips are red and swollen and do you realize that it is nine hours later?”

“I am the adult here, let’s not forget that.”

Scott spoke up. “You’re dating the coach?”

“Tonight will be our official date, we just hung out last night.”

“So that is what they are calling it these days?” Steve looked at Scott. “The hickey on your neck kind of disagrees with that and Teddy said you two were together for nine hours, wouldn’t that be considered a date?”

Steve laughed, “Why am I talking about my dating life with two canlı kaçak bahis teenagers?” Then he blushed. “Really did he give me a hickey?”

Both of the boys at the same time said yes.

“I am going to bed.” Steve left the living room and headed off to his bedroom.

“Really he is going to date the Coach?” Scott asked.

“I guess so, my life is going to suck.”

“Why?”

“Because the Coach will be nicer to me.”

“I doubt that, the Coach isn’t nice to anyone. My older brother had him and he is still the same. Well he was a little nicer than, but not after his boyfriend left.”

Steve had walked out to go to the kitchen when Scott said something about the Coach’s boyfriend, when he came back out of the kitchen he stopped. “What was that about boyfriend left?”

“I don’t know the whole story but it was two or so years ago that the coach threw his boyfriend out of his house, at least that is the story. I don’t know why I couldn’t get that from my brother, I don’t know if he knew, but the Coach doesn’t even live in his own house anymore, he got an apartment after that and stays there, he has friends that stay at his house.”

“Interesting, thanks for the heads up, maybe we will have to talk about previous relationships at some point if this goes anywhere.”

“If, Steve?” Teddy asked.

“Well, it isn’t etched in stone, we are just getting to know one another.”

“Well did you like what you know about him so far?”

Steve smiled. “Yeah.”

“Do you think he likes what he knows about you so far?”

“I think so, considering everything we talked about and the chemistry that we shared this morning.”

“Ewww, I didn’t want to know about that.”

“We didn’t fuck, I swear to you. All our clothes stayed on.”

“Yeah whatever you say, Steve.”

“Whatever, I am going to bed. See you guys in a few hours.”

Steve walked back to his bedroom, stripped and laid down on the bed, he thought about everything that they did over the nine hours, he was amazed that he wasn’t a little whore and went all the way with Adam this morning. He chuckled to himself, he needs to not give into sex for at least a few dates, he really doesn’t know if the Coach is a love ’em and leave ’em type of guy. He hopes not, because he is starting to really like the Coach. He thought about jacking off, but then he would hate if one of the kids happen to come into his room when he was doing it, he decided to just roll over and try to sleep, which sleep amazingly came quickly.

Adam woke at two that afternoon, he was tired still but he didn’t want to sleep the rest of the day away, he knew he had things he had to do. One was the grocery store, his fridge was bare, he was almost out of beer if Steve wouldn’t have brought some with him. He wished he knew where they were going to go tonight, but Steve wouldn’t tell him. He got up and showered and left straight out for the store, he wanted to make sure he was home and ready for when Steve came.

Steve woke at three, he couldn’t believe he slept so long he got up and found the boys passed out on the couch. He doesn’t know why they couldn’t just go to bed and shut the TV and game off, no they fall asleep while playing it and leave everything on. He walked over to the TV and shuts everything down, then he walks to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water.

Steve decided he needs to get his clothes out and iron them, he had been planning on taking Adam out for a long time he just couldn’t get his nerve up sooner. He even got reservations at the new French restaurant in town, he made the reservations over a month prior. He wanted to impress the Coach and he knew it wouldn’t be an easy restaurant to get into. He couldn’t believe he waited until the day before the last reservation to ask him, not like taking it right down to the wire. ‘Oh shit’ he said to himself, he forgot that this is a jacket and tie restaurant, he knows Adam has them, so he will have to just make sure he makes him put them on before they leave his house.

Adam was nervous again, he didn’t know why, he had a wonderful night with Steve. He changed shirts a few times, he finally decided on black and black, he hopes he looks good for Steve. He started second guessing his decision when he heard the knock at the door, he smiled, breathed deep and opened the door. His smile widen when he saw Steve standing there in a black suit, white shirt, blue swirly tie and had a single red rose in his hand, ‘oh boy’ he thought, they were going to butt heads on who was the most masculine. Not that he didn’t like the fact that he gave him a rose, but he thinks they were going to butt heads a bit.

“Hello, you are a little early.”

“Sorry, when I was getting ready I realized where I was taking you had a dress code, so I wanted to make sure that you had time to change if needed. But I wish you could stay this way.” Steve was looking at Adam, Adam was just a little taller than he maybe about six-two. He had very wide shoulders and could just picture the triangle body up under his clothes, the top two buttons that were unbuttoned on Adams shirt that allowed him to see his black chest hair against his tan skin. Adams black hair was trimmed above his ears, a very short haircut, what got Steve was when he first looked at the coach, he was expecting brown eyes, but they were this beautiful china blue.

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My head was pounding–absolutely pounding–when I woke up. A spear of sunlight had shot through an errant slat in my vertical blinds and lanced right into my eye, waking me up. The pain was close to unbearable, but I didn’t have the strength to stand, or even move, other than to drape a hand over my eyes. I told myself to go back to sleep. Too early to deal with a hangover, especially one of the epic proportions this one seemed to be taking on. It was as I was falling back under I noticed movement next to me. Strange, because I’ve been alone in this bed for the last six months. I took my arm away from my eyes, and somehow managed to crook my head around and coax my eyes open.

What I saw was easily identifiable as a woman’s hip, naked and turned away from me. Next to that another, and then another. This woke me up a bit, and I forced myself to sit upright and gauge the situation.

When I did manage to get myself upright, I noticed that I was naked too. Jaybird naked. I thought about covering myself up, but just didn’t have the energy. I sighed a little bit when I noticed that it was my friend Stacy next to me, not some stranger. Stacy was also naked, and next to her, locked in a comfortable sleeping embrace were Chloe and Natalie. Chloe’s hand was cupping Natalie’s breast, and Natalie’s hand lay limply on Chloe’s hip.

What the hell had happened last night?

There were vague memories, coalescing and solidifying as I worked to remember them. First thing I remembered was that yesterday was Chloe’s 22nd birthday (she was the youngest of our little group). I remembered the four of us having dinner at the sushi restaurant. The sake bombs and spicy tuna. Then the Wheel House for more drinks, then down to Broad Street for more club hopping. Dancing, dancing, dancing. Stacy, who had just lost like ten pounds on some diet she was always raving about, constantly tugging at her purple tube-top that was now a size too big for her. Natalie, in the corner with that guy that the rest of us swore she was going to go home with. I remembered how close we were dancing to the speakers. How these guys kept buying us drinks, and we gladly accepted them, but no further offers. We closed down the club, and took a cab back to my apartment, and from there, things seemed to get more and more fuzzy.

By now, I mustered the energy to swing my naked legs over the side of my crowded bed and stand up. There were clothes strewn everywhere. Not just the normal pile of clothes that always littered my room, but the other girls’ clothes as well. There was the strapless yellow dress birthday girl Chloe had been wearing, and Stacy’s purple tube top. There were the tight black jeans that I’d worn and my underwear were still inside them.

What in the world had happened here?

I didn’t remember anything weird going on, but I didn’t remember much of anything after we got back here. There was a vague, blurry image of Stacy and Chloe kissing, but that seemed to be out in the living room, each of them were holding a drink and the music was still kicking.

I tugged a fresh pair of panties on, then slipped into my pink robe and sashed the belt around my waist.

Leaving the others in the bedroom, I made my slow way to the bathroom where I gathered up my robe and sat down on the toilet to relieve my aching bladder. I cradled my pounding head in my hands, toying with the idea of going back to sleep. The bathroom was littered (I saw when I gathered up the courage to open my eyes) with further strange clues from last night. A pair of blue panties lay balled up in the corner, next to the skirt Natalie had had on, and a can of my Pure Silk shaving cream stood by the sink next to my Gillette Venus razor. The counter was an absolute mess and the mirror was streaked with finger- and hand-prints.

Had I left this out from before we’d met for sushi? Had I shaved my pits and forgot to put the can away?

I finished urinating and wiped myself. I tried to flush the toilet quietly so as not to wake up any of the others, and realized as I was about to push down the plunger how stupid it was to try to flush a toilet quietly. I kept the door closed until the toilet cycled and was again quiet. Only then did I venture out.

I delicately tiptoed past my three sleeping friends (check that–my three sleeping NAKED friends), and made my way to the kitchen, my pounding head thinking of nothing more than a debilitating need for coffee.

As I started the coffee maker, my admittedly hangover-addled mind whirled trying to come up with a solution to the puzzle in the other room. What had happened that made us all fall asleep in my bed totally naked? Had we decided to go swimming in the middle of the night and the passed out on the bed not wanting to sleep in wet clothes? Had we been in the process of changing for bed and just said fuck it, let’s sleep naked? Had it been some kind of weird truth or dare thing?

The kitchen was a mess. Sticky red strawberry daiquiri residue was everywhere, and the kitchen was littered illegal bahis with half-drunk glasses of the stuff. I toyed with the idea of drinking off the rest of one, to test that old “hair of the dog” theory, but the idea of drinking more alcohol was so repugnant to me I just poured all the stuff down the drain.

As I poured, I caught a whiff of the stuff, and like magic, like being smacked in the head with a tennis racket, an image came to me. The four of us dancing to loud house music in my living room. Natalie grinding against Stacy, hands on hips, and Chloe dancing behind me with her hands on my breasts. I remembered the feeling of her caressing me. How it felt kind of weird and bad and yet really good at the same time.

Then: the unthinkable thought. The perfect solution to the puzzle in the other room, the one that had been staring me in the face the whole time, but I hadn’t wanted to see it.

We’d had sex!

All four of us? Together?

It was the only logical explanation. But how had that happened? I never remember wanting to be with another woman, or even being curious! How had we gone from sushi and drinks to a four-way lesbian orgy on my bed?

The coffee maker hissed and gurgled, signaling the completion of its cycle, and I turned dreamily to shut the machine off. I poured myself a cup in my favorite coffee mug (it has a picture of Garfield on it looking cross, and a caption that reads, “I don’t do mornings.” I sipped blankly at the coffee, relishing the bitterness and the aroma, trying not to think any further about what had happened last night.

But the harder I tried to deny them, the more the images kept floating back at me. Chloe and I kissing. Natalie and Chloe kissing. Stacy with a hand down the front of Natalie’s skirt, Natalie craning her neck backward to kiss Stacy. Chloe getting bold and putting her hand down the front of my tight black jeans. Me–Oh, God–realizing it was too tight for her and unbuttoning my jeans to give her easier access.

The sound of the toilet flushing broke my reverie, and soon, Stacy came around the corner, strawberry blonde hair an absolute mess. She was holding her head in a way that said her hangover was as bad or worse than mine was, and she was clad in the hockey jersey Tad had given me before we left high schools for different colleges. “Hey,” she said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind an ear.

“Hey,” I said, “want some coffee?”

“I’d kill for a cup of coffee right now,” she said, her voice slurred with sleep and hangover. She sat down in one of the three barstools at the kitchen’s breakfast bar.

“Well,” I said, “luckily it won’t come to that. I have a nice big pot right here.”

“Well stop yammering and pour me some.”

As I poured, I wondered if Stacy had remembered anything from last night, or if she was still in a hangover fog. Would she ever remember? Or would it come to her some time this afternoon? Would any of us remember? Would I be the only one who knew what had happened?

“Some night, huh?” she said.

I handed her the mug of coffee and she breathed deep of the steaming black liquid. I raised my eyebrows and nodded non-committally while she drank.

“How much do you remember?” I asked, immediately regretting that I had.

“I remember dinner, I remember the club. Not much else.”

“Nothing about after we came back here?”

“No,” she said and sipped at her coffee.

Pushing myself past a sudden fear, I asked, “Did it seem strange to you that we were all naked in bed together?”

“Yeah,” she said. “I did wonder about that a little bit.”

“Do you remember dancing in the living room?”

She turned to look behind her at the living room, probably hoping it would spark some kind of memory. Obviously it did. She turned back to me as realization slowly washed over her face.

“Oh, my God,” she said simply, and raised a hand to her mouth. “Oh, my God!” she repeated, then, “what did we do?”

I shrugged.

We sat there in silence for some time while we sipped at our coffee and had our own private thoughts. After a long time, during which our eyes had locked and then turned away a few times, she stood up and came out into the kitchen to refill her coffee mug. “It wasn’t bad, though,” she said finally.

I had been thinking about this very thing. Shocking, yes. disturbing, yes. But bad? No. What I could remember of it, nothing bad had happened at all.

A naughty smile crept over her mouth. “Especially when you and I were…” She trailed off as if she wanted me to finish her sentence.

“Were what?” I asked. “I don’t remember much after the living room.”

She waved off my question and sipped at her coffee. “So you don’t remember Big Red?” she grinned wolfishly as she said this.

Embarrassment shot through me. “No!”

“Yep,” she said. “We were all on the bed and you leaned over and reached into your nightstand and pulled out Big Red.”

Big Red was, of course, my name for the dildo illegal bahis siteleri that I kept in my nightstand. My sister had bought it for me when I was still in high school because she was old enough to go into the porno shop and I wasn’t. It was kind of a gag gift at first, but after a while, it turned into my regular date. But I had never told anyone about it! I had even told my sister that I’d thrown it away! I was mortified to think that the other girls knew about Big Red. Almost more than the idea that I’d had sex with them!

“Jesus!” I said, hiding my face in my free hand.

“Don’t be embarrassed!” Stacy said. “We had a lot of fun with it, as I recall.”

She could have told me seven hundred times not to be embarrassed, and I still would have. “How did it all start?” I asked, eager to change the subject, although not sure I wanted to know any more.

“Hmm,” Stacy said, putting her finger to her temple and thinking. “As I recall, we got back here and you started making daiquiris, and the rest of us started dancing.”

“Yeah.”

“We started drinking more, and we were all kinda dancing together, then we kinda paired off, and…” she trailed off and I rememebered enough to piece some of it together.

Stacy and Natalie had been dancing together, facing each other, grinding their crotches on each others’ legs.

“Did Nat kiss you first or did you kiss her?” I asked.

“I think I kissed her, but she wasn’t exactly putting up much resistance.” This was strange because if I’d picked anyone I know who was less likely to end up in a drunken night of passion with three other women, it would have been Natalie. She was always railing on and on about family values and how same-sex marriage was against God’s law, and all that. To hear that Stacy kissed Natalie, and that Natalie hadn’t pulled away at the very least says something about the strange energy in my apartment last night.

Chloe and I watched them kissing, while we moved together, her hand on my hip, my arm over my head, groping in her hair. The air was dense in the room, the sexual energy mounting. I recalled Chloe putting a finger in the waistband of my jeans and pulling out the strap of my thong, hooking it over a finger and playing with it while she kissed my neck. I remembered watching Natalie and Stacy kissing. By now, as I’d recalled earlier, Chloe’s hand was all the way down the front of my pants, struggling against the tight material, and I was unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans to give her an easier time of reaching in.

Stacy continued, “Then I took off Nat’s top, and she pulled off mine.”

I recalled the looks they were giving each other, standing in front of each other in their bras, Stacy’s black strapless and Nat’s yellow lacy Frederick’s number. Furst in surprise that things had gone so far, thrilled that the excitement was mounting.

Chloe had one hand in my pants pushing gently but firmly on my clit, and the other feeling my breasts, and I realized I’d had enough, and I wanted to join in. I turned around and kissed Chloe, and immediately my top was off as well, and I was pulling Chloe’s strapless yellow dress down, exposing her naked breasts, and then my mouth was on them, and she was fingering my nipples.

“You guys were really going at it,” Stacy said, dreamily. “We didn’t want to be left out.”

Yes, it was about that point that Stacy and Natalie came over to us and joined in. The four of us stood there, each in some state of undress, kissing, groping, fondling.

“Then, someone said lets go to the bedroom, and all of a sudden, we were in your room. You were pulling Chloe’s dress off, and I was taking off Natalie’s skirt, and Chloe was trying to pull your jeans off.”

We heard the toilet flush, and within seconds, Natalie appeared, fully dressed in what she’d had on last night, her frilly black skirt and black top with the little silvery highlights. Her hair was a mess, and she looked like she was in as bad a shape as Stacy and I were. She saw us standing in the kitchen, and gave us a dark, accusing look.

“Hey, Nat,” Stacy offered, taken aback a bit by the look Nat was giving us.

Nat, who not six hours ago, was on her elbows and knees, commanding Stacy to pound her harder with Big Red.

She stood there, fixing us with that look. That half-disgusted, half accusing look. She looked–and maybe this was just me–like she’d aged about ten years overnight.

“Coffee?” I offered, holding out a mug.

By way of answering, she turned and ran out of my apartment, slamming the door shut behind her.

Neither Stacy or I could find the words to say. Natalie’s accusing stare had kind of put us out of the moment. I wondered if she’d ever talk to us again, I even allowed myself to wonder what would happen if she brought rape charges against us. By the look on Stacy’s face, I could see that was where the direction of her thoughts was taking her as well.

There was a long moment where Stacy and I sat there silently, thinking canlı bahis siteleri about the consequences of last night. It never occurred to us that things might get wierd between us. It never entered my mind that friendships might end over it. But, it wasn’t anything we could deal with now. Stacy broke the strange moment by asking, “Do you remember when we were on the bed?”

I struggled to think, but couldn’t come up with anything, so I shook my head.

“You and me? On the bed?”

“Where were Nat and Chloe?”

“In the bathroom.”

I did recall an image of looking at the bathroom door, where the light was on. I seemed to think I was on my back, and Stacy was on top of me, whispering something, but it was all too fuzzy and hard to resolve.

Once again, we heard the toilet flush, and knew that this had to be Chloe, the birthday girl. She emerged from my bedroom a few moments later, clad only in the black g-string thong she’d had on under her yellow party dress. She paused by Stacy, and put her arms around her. Her voice was thick with sleep and hangover when she said, “God, I thought I smelled coffee. Gimme!”

I turned to pour her a cup, and she and Stacy shared a good morning kiss. “How was your birthday?” Stacy asked.

“Fucking amazing,” Chloe said. “We should do that every year.” As I handed her her coffee, she amended her previous statement. “Every WEEK.” She carefully sampled the coffee, and then put it down, and made her way around the breakfast bar into the kitchen, where she put her arms around my neck and kissed me. “You didn’t get a good morning kiss,” she explained.

We sipped at our coffee more, and then Stacy said, “So Nat left here in a big hurry.”

Chloe nodded. “I wondered how she was going to take what happened last night.”

“Yeah, not too well,” Stacy said. “What were you guys doing in the bathroom? You were in there for a long time.”

“Jeez,” she said, gathering her thoughts. She sidled up against me, swaying back and forth as she thought. I put my hands on her hips and noticed Stacy looking at my hands. Was that jealousy I saw in her eyes? Suddenly, I remembered what Stacy had been whispering to me while Chloe and Nat were in the bathroom. Stacy was on top of me, grinding into me, whispering in my ear, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” over and over again. “I’ve wanted this for the longest time.”

“Well,” Chloe started, while I tried to process that little memory. “We were in the bedroom, and you were taking off Nat’s skirt, and sombebody–was it you Stace?–said something about how they were glad they’d just shaved this morning and Nat said, ‘Sure I shaved my legs too,’ and you said, ‘Not my legs, my pussy,’ and Nat said something like ‘Oh God, you shave your pussy?’ and we all looked at her like, ‘You dont?’ and then I was pulling her into the bathroom and I hoisted her up on the sink and found your shaving stuff and I pulled off her panties and I spread her legs wide apart and started shaving her.”

This, while Stacy and I were on the bed, Stacy whispering in my ear how much she loved and wanted me.

“I shaved her bald, and then I started eating her out, and let me tell you this: she loved it!”

Difficult to imagine this from Nat, the most reserved person I’d met the whole time I’d been in college, but not impossible, given her eagerness earlier in the evening.

Chloe continued, “She started pouring her daiquiri down her front, so it would dribble between her boobs, and it kinda pooled in her belly button and then dripped down into her pussy, and I licked up every drop of it. At one point, she said something like ‘What would you do

if I pissed in your face right now?’ and I said, ‘I’d stop eating your pussy,’ and she said, ‘Okay, then I won’t'”

Stacy nodded. “You guys were in there for a long time.”

“Yeah,” I added, “but whatever mood she was in last night sure didn’t last. She all but gave us the Evil Eye when she left this morning.”

Chloe waved her hand in the air. “She’ll be fine,” she said. “I’ll have a talk with her, and she’ll be back to normal on Monday.”

I certainly hoped so. Apart from the idea that Nat might say we raped her, I didn’t want to lose her as a friend.

Chloe finished off her coffee and detached herself from me, saying, “Well, I got a paper to write, I should get going.” She kissed me again, and said, “Thanks for the best birthday ever.” She stopped by Stacy and gave her a kiss as well. I had a sudden image come to me from last night: the top of Chloe’s face peering out from the top of my pubic mound, our eyes locked, and our fingers knitted together.

Chloe left the kitchen to get dressed, and Stacy and I sat silently. I couldn’t get her voice out of my head, repeating over and over in time with her movements, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“I should go too,” Stacy said, suddenly, and stood up to leave.

“You don’t have to,” I told her. “We could sit and watch TV and nurse our hangovers.”

“No,” she said, “I think I should.” She moved toward the bedroom, but I reached over the counter and grasped her arm.

I love you, I love you, I love you. “Please stay,” I said.

Our eyes met and she was the first to break contact. “Okay,” she said.

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Preamble

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Composition & Use of Vocabulary, Readability, Plot, Drama or Humour, and of course Sexual Content (because — isn’t that why we are all here?), but please feel free to use your own criteria if you prefer.

Also, if you would like to know a little about my personal background, please read my Brief History.

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Tags:18 Year Old, Lesbian Incest, Lesbian Sex, Lesbian Threesome, Older Woman.

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Please consider the preamble for Part 1 as an integral part of this episode. Also, as with most of my work, there is a lot of background and character building in the early stages. For this reason, some aspects of this part will be better understood by reading episodes in sequence.

In this part, Macey stays for a sleepover weekend with Angie, and gets more than she bargained for.

CAUTION

This episode contains detailed descriptions of scenarios involving Lesbian Incest and sex under hypnosis. Also, please note that whilst there are no descriptions of sexual activity involving characters under the age of 18 years, there may be implications of this. If you feel you may be offended by either scenario, I respectfully suggest you should skip this section.

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Title: After School Delight: Part 3 – Angela’s Family Secwets.

The next two days seemed to drag — I so wanted it to be Friday evening, so I could at last spend a whole night, kissing and cuddling with my beautiful Angie. I just wanted to fuck her and fuck her, all night long, pleasuring her like she’d never imagined.

I must have been moping at home. My mam asked me what was the matter and I told her, “I just can’t wait for Friday, so I can stay over with Angie.”

“Don’t wish you life away dear,” was her simple reply. So much sense in that, of course, but when you’re impetuously looking forward to something special, you just don’t think of anything else.

When Friday eventually arrived, I was beside myself with excitement. All that day I could hardly think of anything else, and even in the showers after Games we stayed near to each other, discreetly peeking at each other’s bodies as we took our time to wash. By the time the school bell rang to mark home time, I was so excited I was getting ridiculously wet.

Angie and I walked the ten minutes to my home hand in hand, and as soon as I got in, I left Angie to talk with my mam while I went upstairs.

“I’ll just change out of my uniform and I’ll be ready,” I called, as I took the staircase two steps at a time.

While I was getting out of my uniform, I decided to check how ‘fresh’ I was. I wasn’t! I knew what Angie and I would very likely be doing soon as we got to her house, so I slipped into the bathroom and gave myself a quick wash. I didn’t want her thinking I was a dirty little girl.

I chose a lemon coloured sleeveless cotton dress that zipped up the back, but I couldn’t quite reach to pull it up. “Almost ready,” I called, running down the stairs. “Can you zip me up please? … then we can go.”

My mam was still in the kitchen, out of sight, so Angie took her time with the zip, caressing the back of my neck and all around my shoulders. I got the feeling that if we had been completely alone, it would have been travelling south instead of north.

“Forgotten something?” she asked as we were about to leave.

“I’m not taking books this weekend, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Not books… Clothes?”

“Oh my God,” I laughed. I ran back upstairs for my bag. I had packed it the previous night and left it in the corner of my room, ready to pick up when I got back, but what with going for a wash, and changing, in my hurry to get going I had forgotten to pick it up.

Eventually we left, and we walked hand-in-hand for the entire fifteen minute journey to Angie’s house.

On the way, we got to talking about Ges. “It’s her birthday next week isn’t it?” I asked.

“That’s wight. I asked you if you can come to her party next Fwiday. You hadn’t forgotten had you? She would be so disappointed.”

“No, of course not, but I was just wondering. Why doesn’t she go to our school? Surely she’d be in our class if she’s 18?”

“She goes to a special school.”

What do you mean, special? What’s special about it?

“Ges has…” she paused, “Special needs.”

“She ‘seems’ bright enough,” I commented.

“Oh she’s bwight enough alwight, but she has pwoblems with… I’m not weally sure how to explain it.”

“Try,” I told her. “Don’t worry. I won’t judge,” I smiled.

“OK… Well… she doesn’t always understand when something is… appwopwiate?” She said it as if she was asking a question, but the inflection was to ask if I understood – I didn’t.

“Help canlı bahis şirketleri me out here,” I said. “Just pretend I’m a bit dense and I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” I laughed.

“What do you mean ‘pwetend’,” she laughed.

“Ooohh! You!” I squealed, giving her such a whack across the arm.

“OK,” she explained. “You and I are lovers. Yes?”

“Right,” I agreed.

“So, if we met in public, say… in a shopping mall, and we gweeted each other, we’d pwobably give each other a hug, maybe a peck on the cheek?” She waited for my response.

“Agreed.”

“… even though we’d been doing something far more… intimate, in pwivate.”

“Ooo… Kay…” I said slowly, starting to get the picture.

“If you and Ges were lovers… if you two had been intimate in the same way…”

I felt myself colouring up. ‘IF?’ I thought, casting my mind back to last Thursday night in the darkness of the alley.

“Ges wouldn’t understand that you shouldn’t do that sort of thing in public. She’d put her hand down your pants without a second thought.”

‘Not a lot unlike your mum maybe?’ I thought, but I kept that idea to myself. “So what’s she like at her school then? How do they cope with her?”

“She has to be under constant supervision. One time my mum had to go and fetch her fwom school because she’d been in a cupboard with one of the boys. The way I heard it, they caught them with his pants down and her legs awound his waist. The boy got expelled, and the only weason Ges didn’t, was because my mum complained to the board of governors that Ges had been put at wisk through their negligence.”

“Wow,” I breathed softly. “So, do you think maybe I shouldn’t come to the party then?” I asked, feeling unsure if there might be a repeat of last Thursday night in the alley.

“Oh yes. Of course you must come,” she pleaded. “Don’t wowy. Mum or I will be with you all the time.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” I laughed, running off again before she could whack me.

As we got to her road, the lads from two doors along were loading their van. They were all eyeing us both up as we approached.

“Hello boys,” Angie greeted them, with one of her cute, demure little smiles. “Where are you playing tonight?

“Reading,” the tall blonde guy replied. “Staying over. Would you like to come?” he asked, studying us both intently.

One of the others nudged him. “We have a guest along for this ride,” the mousey haired lad told him.

“Yeah, but look. I’m sure we could find room for those two.”

“Maybe another time,” Angie called as she pulled me along into the alley.

“My God,” I heard one of them say, “I could fuck those two all night long.”

“Shhh,” the other one said.” They’ll hear you. Anyway, we have plenty to keep us occupied for tonight. Don’t be greedy.”

“Hello Mum,” Angie called as we went into the rear outhouse.

“Hello darling,” she called back.

“Guess who’s coming to stay for the weekend?” Angie announced, sliding her arm around my waist as she pushed me forward.

Angie’s mam was wearing a floral pinafore to protect her clothes at the sink, but as she slipped it off, I could better appreciate her shapely body in the figure-hugging red dress she was wearing. It was the first time I’d seen her in anything remotely smart looking. Her hair was tied in her usual pony tail and she leaned forward to stroke my hair. I thought she was going to kiss me, but if that had been in her mind, she refrained at the last moment.

“Oh, hello Macey,” she smiled happily. “I’m so glad that you could come today. And you look so ‘cute’,” she said, gripping me firmly across the shoulders and raising the pitch of her voice on the word ‘cute’, “but why did you change your clothes? I always think there’s something so sweet about a pretty girl in a school uniform.”

“I had to go back for my change of clothes, Mrs Bolton.”

“Oh, please don’t call me that Macey. I’ve told you before, my name is Jennifer, but I much prefer to be called Jenny by my friends.”

“OK Mrs Bolton.” She looked at me sideways. “Sorry… Jenny!” I corrected myself, giving her a bashful smile.

“There! You see!” she said, with a bright smile. “Now we’re friends,” she added, bending to give me a hug, and holding me for several seconds, and as she did so she kissed my ear again. Angie looked at us and sighed, but I couldn’t help thinking it felt nice.

We sat in the lounge and watched some cartoons, while Angie’s mam prepared some food for us all. We had stuffed mushrooms and pork slices with green beans.

“I hope you’re not Jewish,” she joked as she put the food out.

“I’m not even a proper Catholic,” I laughed, and she turned to look at me, quite intently, but in a pleasant sort of way.

“Hmmm… A Catholic schoolgirl,” she mused, smiling. “How… delightful,” she added, in a quiet, thoughtful way.

We all sat down to eat and it occurred to me that Ges was absent. “Where’s your sister?” I asked of Angie.

“Geraldine canlı kaçak iddaa has gone to stay with some friends for the night,” her mam answered for her.

“Oh, that’s a pity,” I replied. “I wanted to thank her for inviting me to her birthday party.”

“Oh well we can tell her,” Jennifer offered. “Will you be able to come?” she asked, looking hopeful.

“Oh thank you. Yes please. I’d love to come, but I was hoping to be able to tell her myself.”

“Well, not to worry,” she said. “Maybe you’ll see her on Monday if you still want to come to tea again.”

“Of course, I would love to, if I may,” I replied. “Why would I not want to come and visit you all?” I asked.

“Oh, you’re such a sweet young lady,” she told me, smiling broadly.

“What do you think she would like for her birthday?” I asked. “What sort of things does she like?”

“Oh you needn’t spend your money on gifts for Geraldine,” Jenny told me.

“Oh yes! Of course I must. Please tell me what she likes.”

“My Little Pony,” Angie said, squeezing my hand.

“Does she have many then?”

“Only a couple. She’s always coming in and playing with mine,” Angie added.

“Oh really?” I smirked, then realised that my wicked little innuendo may not be acceptable in front of her mam. “You’ll have to show me which is her favourite,” I added quickly, trying not to let Jennifer see that I was being saucy.

“Well, don’t go spending too much, will you.”

“Just enough to get her favourite,” I smiled.

We sat in relative quiet during the meal, but several times I noticed Jennifer looking at me. I touched my mouth, wondering what she was looking at. I wondered if I had something stuck to my lip or my face, but I couldn’t feel anything. A few minutes later she was watching me again, and I was beginning to feel quite self-conscious.

“Have I got some food on my face?” I asked.

“Oh, I’m so sorry darling,” she said. “I was just admiring your lips,” she smiled. “I was thinking, what sweet little lips you have.”

“Oh? I replied,” giving Angie a puzzled look as she shrugged.

“Did you know the French translation for ‘little lips’ is ‘petites lèvres’,” she told us. “In Italian it’s ‘piccole labbra’,” she went on. “That’s similar to another word we use in our language… but you probably wouldn’t know that,” she smiled.

I looked at Angie. ‘Where did that come from?’ I wondered.

“Can we go up to my room now?” Angie asked, when we had finished our tea.

“Oh no,” Jenny begged. “I was hoping we could all sit together for a while and chat. I’ve hardly spoken a dozen words to Macey in all the times she’s been here, and…” she added, turning to me, “I would so like to get to know you a bit better.”

We helped with washing the dishes, then went back to the lounge, and we all sat together on the sofa, with me in the middle, watching a few more cartoons. Then Jennifer put on a recording of a raunchy old movie called Wild Things. It was about a couple of American schoolgirls who had accused their guidance counsellor of rape. I won’t spoil the plot in case you haven’t seen it, but there was this scene about half way through, where the two girls were made to kiss and then they have a threesome with the counsellor. As we were watching it, I noticed Jennifer kept looking toward me a lot of the time. She seemed to be studying my reaction, or maybe she was watching Angie – I couldn’t really be sure, being sat between them.

During the heavy scene, I turned to look up at Jennifer to tell her, “I wouldn’t be allowed to watch anything like this at home.”

“Oh, we do lots of things here that you probably wouldn’t do at home,” she told me with a saucy smile. I decided I liked it here. It made me feel quite emboldened to enjoy some relatively new found freedom with Angie and her mum.

After the film had finished we just sat together on the sofa, talking. “Did you enjoy that Macey?” she asked.

“Oh yes Mrs Bolton. It was really exciting.”

“Oh please. We know each other well enough now, don’t we? Please call me Jenny.”

“OK Jenny, I smiled.”

“There,” she smiled. “Now we’re properly friends,” she said, giving my hand a squeeze.

“Do you like naughty films then?” she asked.

“I’m not sure. I suppose it depends on how naughty they are.”

“Well,” she replied, in a low, seductive voice, “that depends on how naughty you are, doesn’t it,” she added, giving me a wicked little smile and squeezing my knee playfully. Angie wasn’t smiling though. She looked mildly irritated. I was a bit surprised at Jenny’s openness, but it felt good that finally someone was beginning to treat me like an adult.

“Do you like them then? I asked, inspired by her receptive manner.

“Oh Macey, you have no idea,” she told me. “You have simply no idea,” she said, bringing her face close to mine and stroking my cheek.

“Mum!” Angie finally challenged her.

“I’m just answering Macey’s question darling,” Jenny reasoned.

I felt it rather odd that Angie would even consider canlı kaçak bahis admonishing her mother in that way. In my house the parents’ authority was unquestionable.

“It’s so nice to be all sat together watching TV,” Jenny said. “We all used to sit together and watch cartoons and old cowboy movies when the girls were little,” she sighed. She seemed to gaze out pensively into an invisible distance. “Oh, I do miss my little girls,” she sighed.

“Mum. We’re both still here,” Angie said, sympathetically.

“I know baby, but I liked it when you were tiny… like Macey is now,” she added, smiling wistfully at me. It made me feel good that she would enjoy my presence, even if it was just my tiny stature that made me little more than a surrogate for her children, who were now both young adults.

“Do you know what would make me feel better?” she announced, brightly.

“What’s that?” we both asked, almost together, then we laughed because it sounded almost rehearsed.

“You could call me Mama if you like?” she told me.

She looked almost hopeful, and I felt a little embarrassed as Angie responded with another, “Mu-um!” and an irritated sigh.

I looked at Angie in surprise.

“It’s OK,” Jenny told us, “I just miss my little girls calling me Mama,” she said, looking pensive. “Ahhh…” she sighed, “Children grow up so quickly, and I sometimes wish they were still my sweet, innocent little girls,” she confided.

“Would you really like that?” I asked. Angie rolled her eyes back, clearly stupefied at the turn of events.

“If you called me Mama? Oh… Yes,” Jenny sighed. “It would mean so much to me.”

She seemed so enthralled by the idea. I thought it was sweet, and it was such a small thing to ask, so I decided to humour her. I had no idea what was to come.

“OK… Mama,” I replied, smiling.

“Oh Macey, darling, that is so sweet of you,” she smiled, giving my hand a squeeze. “Oh, you’re such a little angel. I love you,” and she gripped my shoulders and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

We sat together watching the TV and the next program to come on was lots of silly things that people do, and get caught on camera. I had forgotten that it was a recording.

One part was about people who had been hypnotised and made to do daft things like trying to eat soup with a fork, or run around a chicken coop to catch the chickens. It was quite funny and we were in stitches, until the recording suddenly ended.

“Oh, that’s a shame,” I said. “I was enjoying that,” I said, still laughing.

“Do you believe in hypnosis then?” Jenny asked me.

“I suppose so,” I told her. “I’ve seen it done on TV, but I’ve often wondered if it was all put up.”

“I wonder…” she mused. “Do you think that, when they hypnotise someone, the subject knows what is happening while they are under.”

“I hadn’t really thought about it.”

“Mu-um!” Angie complained, more insistently now.

“Don’t be difficult now Angela. Mummy is just asking what Macey thinks about it.”

“It’s OK Angie.” I don’t mind.

“Some people think the person knows what they are doing,” she went on. “Others say they forget everything that happened. What do you think Macey?”

“Mum. Please stop it.”

She looked at Angie sideways, but continued. “The truth is, no-one can be hypnotised to do something they really don’t want to.”

“Oh. That’s interesting. I didn’t know that,” I told her.

“So… How about you?” she asked.

“What about me?”

“Do you think you would make a good subject?”

“I really have no idea,” I laughed. “Why? Do you want to hypnotise me?” I asked, still laughing softly.

“Would you like me to try?” she asked. She seemed serious.

“Mum. Please?” Angie complained again, but her mam seemed determined, and I couldn’t see the harm.

“It’s OK darling. I’m just asking Macey if she would like to try,” she reasoned.

“It’s OK Angie. It might be fun.”

“There! You see Angela! Macey thinks it will be fun,” she smiled excitedly. “OK. Let’s have a try then,” she said, “and afterwards you can tell me if you remember anything.”

“OK,” I laughed.

She turned to her left to face me, and made me twist around to face her. “Now,” she began. “Start by looking into my eyes.” I sat there and stared into her eyes, as she directed.

“Now, concentrate. You have to trust me.”

“OK,” I replied, trying to stifle a giggle.

She looked at Angie and raised her eyebrows. “OK… Now listen carefully. You will do as I say… do you understand?”

“Yes,” I replied, nodding.

“Call me Mama, darling, and reply each time after I address you.”

“Yes Mama.” I felt a giggle coming on, but she looked at me, deadly serious, saying, “Try to be serious now Macey. It can’t work if you don’t take it seriously.” I tried to concentrate and push the comical thoughts to the back of my mind.

“Look into my eyes. You’re feeling sleepy.”

‘Oh yes,’ I thought. ‘How many times have I heard a hypnotist say that?’ I didn’t really think there was much chance she could succeed, but I did begin to feel a little drowsy. Perhaps it was the big dinner we’d just had, and the room was very warm. Perfect conditions for an early evening nap, I sniggered to myself.

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About a year after confirming to myself that I am gay and no longer interested in sex with women I went on the hunt for some cock as I realized I am always horny and always willing and looking for someone to put their cock in my mouth and feed me their cream.

Almost every evening I would head out to the cruising places I had learned about and would start walking the trails looking for someone to be walking by and grabbing their crotch as they pass by, if they did I would lick my lips and start walking somewhere off the beaten path and they would follow so once we were out of sight I would turn around as he walked to me and would drop to my knees and as he approached. Once he was in front of me some would pull their shorts down while others would wait for me to undo their shorts and unzip their pants which for some reason it makes me feel like I am being a total submissive by doing this and always makes me hungry.

I would eagerly start licking and sucking their cocks like I hadn’t had any cock in months which it didn’t matter if I just got done sucking a cock off 10 minutes earlier. Some even made comments of how hungry I was for their cock and cum. If one place was slow I would go to another and repeat my cruising there and not being too picky as to who’s cock I would suck as I just needed to suck and please the men I could and there were days I would suck off at least 5 with my best day being 11 cocks between cruising places and if it was raining I would suck them off in my car or theirs or go to the book store to find cock.

At one cruising place I ran into Dan who was in his early 50’s but seemed to work out some and was pretty fit with a flat stomach (no 6 pack abs but flat)he was about 6’1 and 190LBS or so and very little hair and kept his crotch area trimmed tight but still had some hair down there. He was single and seemed to be the dominant type. Dan was very verbal and enjoyed guys like me that liked others to take control.

I had hooked up with him a few times and the third or forth time hooking up after sucking him off we started to chat and started to get to know each other somewhat. After that we started to hang out once or twice a week where it went from sucking him off to him fucking me, which I thought he had the perfect cock at 7 1/2 inches and just a little thicker then average so when he was really pounding my ass I wouldn’t get stomach cramps no matter how hard he fucked me which felt really good and I would get very loud with the way I enjoyed his poundings.

Dan was pretty much a straight acting guy that didn’t flaunt it but was in fact out even though I wasn’t I didn’t illegal bahis mind and felt it was a way to meet others that were gay. We had several interests beside sex such as going to baseball games, races, golfing and casino’s so it wasn’t always just about sex although each night always ended with me pleasing him.

After a few weeks of hanging out and getting to know each other some Dan asked me if I was into playing with others and if I was into humiliation which I replied I’m not shy about having sex in front of others but never tried humiliation but do get off on verbal abuse so would be willing to try humiliation. We set up a tee time to golf the following Tuesday morning with a couple other guys he knew that I had not met yet and didn’t think about our conversation a few days earlier before setting up the tee time.

That Tues we met at the course and I met Mike and Dale that morning. We started golfing with Dan and I in one cart and Mike and Dale in the other. We started golfing just after 8 am and the course was pretty much open as the group in front of us we found out teed off about 730 so other then the maintenance crew out mowing no one was really on the course yet.

We just finished the 3rd hole and heading to the forth when Dan slide his hand onto my lap and rubbed my crotch a little and asked if I was horny? I told him I am always horny for cock and he grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch which I started to rub but pulled away as we got to the next tee box where Mike and Dale were in front of us.

While on the tee box comments were being made and some sexual comments started coming out which I just went along with then Dan made a comment about getting a blow job later after golfing. Mike laughed and said you got a date after golf? Now Mike and Dale seemed to be straight as Dale mentioned his wife was going to get a new car that day so I figured both were straight and didn’t think anything about it.

When Mike had made that comment Dan said no I don’t have a date but have a personal cock sucker that never turns down sucking his cock. I had a shocked look on my face as I got nervous Dan was going to tell them it was me. Dale said well we know you don’t date women so how is he and Dan smiled and looked at me and said Lonnie loves going down on me and swallowing my cum, don’t you Lonnie?

All 3 of them turned and looked at me and I could feel my face turn beat red and I just stood there for a moment thinking of what to say. Dan then said he was just rubbing my cock before getting to the tee box. I looked at Mike and Dale and said yes I do enjoy pleasing Dan when he needs it. illegal bahis siteleri Mike laughed and said ” I wouldn’t mind a blow job myself”, Dale says he’s wife hasn’t gave him a blow job in months and would love one himself.

Dan said well maybe we shouldn’t wait until after golf being it’s not crowed out here. They all said that sounded good maybe go look for some balls in the woods. Dan laughed and said we don’t need to go in the woods Lonnie loves cock he’ll do it anywhere, won’t you cock sucker? I looked at Dan and said well being you brought it up and now they know I suck cock yeah it doesn’t matter to me where but I’m not going to jail so there’s limits.

As we continued to play Dan reaches over and puts his hand on the back of my neck and tells me to pull his cock out and have a little taste of his cock. I unzipped his pants and had a hard time getting his cock out as it was pretty hard already. Once I got it out he pulled my head down to his cock and I started licking the head then started sucking him to full hardness then the cart stopped and I looked up to see that we were at our 2nd shots but went back to sucking him a little more just as the other cart pulled up and Mike saying I guess you weren’t kidding Dan and with that I stopped sucking and got out to hit my 2nd shot as Dan slipped his cock back in his pants but didn’t zip up his pants.

This went on until the 8th hole with Mike and Dale making comments the whole time and when we got to the 8th tee Dan tells the guys he’s ready to bust a nut so he maneuvered the cart in a way that if someone was coming the cart would block it and then tells me to get on my knees as he pulled his cock back out as I dropped to my knees. Dan was being very verbal calling me names and getting a little rough (I guess showing off) as Mike and Dale watched on. It didn’t take Dan but a few minutes before he moans swallow it bitch and started to cum slamming his cock down my throat.

While I hungrily swallowed his load he pulls my head back and tells me to tell him what I love and I answered I love his cock and cum. I noticed that Mike and Dale were stroking their cocks but now someone was coming towards us so we teed off and finished with the front nine. After we grabbed some drinks at the turn we teed off on the 10th hole and we changed out riding partners and now I was riding with Mike and as soon as we left the 10 tee box he grabs my hand and puts it to his crotch and tells me he needs to blow a load after watching me suck Dan off.

You could say I was giving him cart head as we went from shot to shot and the group behind us caught up to us we let canlı bahis siteleri them play through and while we waited for them to get far enough ahead of us Mike pulls me towards a tree and tells me suck my dick cock sucker I really need to nut. I went down on him and Mike wasn’t all that big but he was rough and was pounding my mouth like it was a pussy or ass and ever so often would pull my mouth off his cock and tell me to tell him what I liked and wanted.

I would tell him I love cock and I wanted his cum in my mouth. He had me begging him to cum in my mouth and making all kinds of comments then he shot his first 2 streams in the back of my throat and then pulled out to the head and finished cumming in my mouth telling not to swallow yet. He was a pretty big shooter and filled my mouth pretty good. Once he was done he had me open my mouth and show Dan and Dale the load he left in my mouth then told me to swallow.

After swallowing he says tell me bitch you like eating my cum don’t you? I answered yes I love all cum then he asked you want more cum don’t you cock sucker. I said yes I want more. We again switched riding partners and I was now in the cart with Dale. Dale had me play with his cock through his shorts but didn’t want me to suck him because it was starting to get busy on the course. We got to the 16th hole and it had an port-a-john and Dale says to follow him in. I follow and he dropped his shorts and underwear and being about the same size as Mike and he must have been really worked up because I don’t think he lasted 3 minutes when he shot his load down my throat.

He left the john first and I waited a few seconds before coming out. We finished the round and were at the 19th hole and were talking about the good and bad shots we had and normal sports conversations and as we were leaving we were all parked pretty close Mike and Dale says we need to do this again and asked what we were going to do and Dan says my bitch here is going to suck me off again and then I am going to fuck his ass hard because the cock sucker got me all worked up again knowing he sucked you guys off and he always wants more.

Mike looks at me and says you really are a cock slut aren’t you? Dan looks at me and tells me tell them how much you love the cock and with that I look at both Mike and Dale and Dan slaps my ass and tells me again to tell them. I tell them I love cock and cum and can’t get enough and am addicted to cock. With that Dan says follow me to my place cum slut and stand by for a hard ass pounding and filling your ass with cum. Mike and Dale laugh as they get in their cars and say have fun.

I asked Dan about Mike and Dale and he says him and Mike play around once in a while and that both of them are actually bi but he just wanted to do some humiliation and see how I liked it. I said it was a shock but did admit I liked it.

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After getting through my freshman year at college with a degree of success, I wanted to get out the ‘charming little college town’ which was more than just a couple of hours ride from Chicago and get all the gay action I wanted. Yeah, sure thing, I was having fun at the campus, too. Lots of it. But there was no cruising, no challenge, no scoring, hardly any guys who would be ‘new.’ Hardly any guys who were into real sex rather than just having an occasional quick fun encounter.

I wanted to get back to Europe, too. I missed some of my ‘old school buddies’ and the fun I used to have with them. I wanted and badly needed a change.

After going through some heavy red tape I got a transfer to the School of Modern Languages in Nice, France. This was better than I could have ever hoped for. My French was more than just passable and I badly missed the sun and the beach and all the good stuff that went with it.

Change is a welcome thing alright but not an easy one. I knew that and was smart enough to arrange for my move at the end of June. I was going to attend the summer course and stay there for the two full terms before getting back.

I got to Nice on a Sunday afternoon and settled in at what was to be my own ‘studio’ on the campus grounds. Once I got in, I was sure that my ‘studio’ was designed for midgets. I guess it was just meant for students who needed a place to overnight. Yeah, you could lock the door behind you and have a degree of privacy and I had to put up with that. The dorm looked totally deserted and I figured that all the guys must be having their fun on the nearby public beach. Scouting the grounds seemed like a good idea and I wasted no time in my tiny abode. My gaydar needed some fine tuning and I was not going to hang around and mentally bitch about the jet lag.

Nice mostly knows one type of summer weather which can be simply described as perfect. I pulled out a pair of my old 501s and a white T-shirt coupled with my sneakers and started to explore my new surroundings. Small bathrooms were to be apparently shared by six or even more of such single studios and the grounds looked fine, too. Rather compact and close to downtown which probably meant lots of easy and unrestricted action.

Having hardly seen anyone worth noticing, I got back from my foray and decided to take a nap and get ready for a night on the town. Classes were scheduled to start on Monday morning and they were supposed to be the usual ‘let’s get to know each other stuff’ that did not require any real attention on anybody’s part. I knew that later on, things would require a clear and sober mind to make it all a success. That probably meant some limitations would have to be imposed on my night plans.

Summer in Nice is the time of the year when action really starts around 2 a.m. to reach its peak at around 4 a.m. or even later. That’s cool, if your classes were to start later in the day. Mine were scheduled for 8 a.m. and I wanted to look reasonably sane at that early hour. I got into the downtown, cruised several bars and saw quite a number of desirable, hot, college jock type of guys. There was a lot of sniffing going on, returned looks but the whole affair seemed to have been completely cliqued. I thought that the best thing to do would be to keep a relatively low profile and see what happened next. Well, nothing happened. No one hooked up! Several guys who apparently knew each other well walked in, talked, had their drinks, looked around greeted other guys who were doing the same and then one party would walk out and the other would stay and order more drinks. It all looked like the usual Euro-style bar hopping. I was getting tired and somewhat disillusioned. It was obvious that you were not supposed to make a move alone. I was the only guy standing all by himself, having his drink and looking around expecting some action. Well, no action! I got back to my minimal place and decided to try again tomorrow. This whole place sucked big time. And there was nothing I could do about it.

I got up on Monday morning having just barely enough time to get under the shower and run to the school. (Breakfasts do not matter in France. Everybody tends to be getting up too late, anyway!)

The common showers that were supposed to serve our floor were somewhat strange, too. Instead of having a big, gym style shower facility, our floor had four small bathrooms with one individual shower cabin in each of them. The dorm was a small güvenilir bahis one and it would have all worked fine, if the four individual showers did not have to serve for at least eight guys who were sleeping in and rushing to their classes having precisely calculated every second. I opened the first shower cabin and noticed that, though obviously unlocked, some guy was taking a shower and his contours were visible behind the glass door. I tried all the four shower cabins and they were all busy. There was nothing for me to do but line up now and make sure I got up sooner the following morning. I was just waiting and praying that any of the guys in there would not take the last 10 minutes out of my perfect schedule, when this guy came down the corridor. He sure was a top hunk and was aware of that. Perfect bod, killing looks, probably just barely over twenty. As he was walking you could see that he had an attitude like: ‘I own this place and the 10,000 acres around it.’ He was laid back and cocksure. I could also see why. He passed by, said something that was meant to be his ‘Hi’ and just walked into the first bathroom which, as I knew, was occupied. Cool, I thought, let’s see what happens with ‘Mr.-I-own-this-place-here’ once he has to line up behind me, too. I was wrong, that hunk knew what he was doing. He walked in and stayed in. I was getting it all wrong somewhere. There was no time to think it over when one of the guys walked out, apparently leaving his pathetic single shower cabin vacant. I grabbed the opportunity and was counting my blessings. I tried to lock the door behind me but the latch was broken and I had no time to waste over it. I figured out that I had certainly nothing to hide and that the guy who would come in hoping that the place was vacant would step out and wait for his turn, pretty much the way I did. Sure, I was wrong again.

I hardly managed to get the water running when I noticed that another guy entered the bathroom. He must have left something behind and looked as if he was looking for it. Nope, he was just looking for a dry place to land his backpack. Having done that, he simply opened the shower door and squeezed in. I sure have never had a problem with having other guys around me, naked or not. But I was still not getting the picture. He walked in, smiled, said ‘hello,’ scrutinized everything there was to be scrutinized about me and was getting wet by the water that was splashing off my body. There was no place to go and hardly any place for him to shower. Neither of us was a midget in any sense either. In a perfectly natural manner, as if I was not there, he started leathering himself with his own soap. I was still slightly amazed at what was going on but decided to pretend that it was all right.

Arif was his name and he came from Tunisia. He was an Arab, probably 19 or 20, with a fine body, curly hair and cute looks. He was all right but certainly not the type of the guy I would spend any time cruising for in any of the notorious bars in downtown Nice or anywhere else for that matter. I was just thinking that this was wrong. The guy was good looking, young, smooth and slightly toned. Good natural looks.

In that natural fashion and without any introduction, he started to soap and rub my back. I remained composed but could not help getting a hard-on. He was going in the same direction, too. He went further down and started to spread the cheeks of my bubble butt. I did not like the idea (have never liked it, anyway) and just took his intruding hand and placed it on my hard-on. Arif got the message and was on his knees slurping at my boner in no time. He certainly was no novice to this trade. Time was very pressing now and since I had no chance to empty my nuts for more than 24 hours, so I gave him the load he was after without thinking about it twice. He swallowed the big wad effortlessly, stood up as if nothing had happened and was just showering off his and my soap rests. We were through with this little morning episode. So, if this place sucked, it sucked the right way.

Arif was not a typical bottom dude. He gave me a good blow-job and showed no hesitation about it but he felt more of a type who would then say: ‘Hey, and what about me!’ That has been a sentence I always dreaded most. I have never had any desire to reciprocate or act as a bottom in any way. This has never been a problem either as I would always manage to make this known in advance, but this time, I just had no chance türkçe bahis to do so.

Arif, walked out of the shower cabin grabbed his backpack and was again looking around as if looking for something. I followed, put my towel around my waist and was about to cross the corridor into my studio, get quickly dressed and rush to my first class.

“Looking for something?” I asked. “No, just need to get dressed and make it on time for the 8 o’clock class.” “OK, come over and get dressed and my place. I am on the run, too.”

Arif followed and the two of us were getting dressed in no time. He said he was going to attend the same class and was hoping to see and meet our new fellows. This was good news. Arif might not have been a ‘major catch’ but a guy to be reckoned with nonetheless. He certainly made my morning bright and I felt that there was no reason for us not to get together later over coffee for a chat or whatever.

We barely made it on time as the class was just starting. There was no place in sight at the back benches and we had to squeeze in somewhere close to the front. There were worse things than having to squeeze in with a reasonably good looking young guy who just gave me a cool blow job. Class was what I hoped it would be. Typical international mix of mostly just young college kids. A few guys looked cool. Most were just average. Arif was looking keenly around, too. I was not falling for him but thought that we could make good buddies, have an occasional fun together and cruise the bars that looked rather like for couples and cliques only.

During the first break, I told Arif I was going to go and take a leak and he nodded and followed me to the bathroom. I was pissing and looking around at few guys who were apparently there without any second thoughts. Arif went into a neighboring boot but did not bother to close the door behind him. I was just about to button up my fly when I turned around and saw Arif peacefully sitting on the cover of the WC bowl as if waiting for something to happen.

I came a bit closer and said, “Let’s get out of here!” He remained sitting and waived me in. I feared he was into drugs or something and was not feeling OK. I got in and Arif grabbed my bulge. He just wanted more of the morning stuff and had no problem in showing it. I was still horny after our shower break and felt that there was no reason for me not to give him what he wanted. He must have noticed that I hardly cared for any preliminaries and was going for it in a ferocious fashion. He was a hot little slut and I liked that. I had no problem this time giving him his mouth’s worth and made sure I lasted till his throat felt at least slightly sore. I shot three big volleys and was now pretty dry. It was not such a bad morning after all.

We returned to the class and realized that quite a few guys had left. The stuff was all introductory, would not matter much anyway and the beach was simply too easy to reach. Besides, slide shows have been always boring. Arif and I moved to the less exposed backbenches and started following the lecture. As soon as lights went off, he started to gently rub my thighs again. I guess no one was looking in our direction but I just did not feel like getting intimate with another guy during the class in full swing. I always believed that sex was not everything but that everything without it was nothing, but this was just not going where I wanted it to go. I leaned over to his ear and said, “Man, will get together after lunch and you’ll get your load again.” He was reassured and this was apparently all he needed.

Lunch and afternoon break schedule was actually the reason this summer course was so popular with the well-informed, smart-ass college guys. The break lasted from Noon till 5 p.m. . This gave us all enough time to grab a quick lunch and spend a lazy afternoon on the nearby public beach. Arif and I were now hurrying towards a student cafeteria to get a bite and agreed we’d simply go to the beach and get back in time for the showers and the two afternoon classes. Once we got to the restaurant, he mumbled he was not going to eat anything but would sit and wait for me, so that we could go together to the beach. I figured out that something here must have gone wrong. We never had any breakfast on that day and I was starving at lunch and he must have been starving, too. I grabbed an extra sandwich and a coke for Arif and got back to our table. I hardly managed to unwrap my sandwich güvenilir bahis siteleri and open my Coke as he had already devoured his sandwich and was drinking Coke as if suffering from a chronic dehydration. There was still no time to talk but I was sure that this guy was hungry in more than just one way.

We walked to the beach just chatting and laughing but I was now pressing to learn more about this guy or just drop him there. Being open-minded and getting together with other guys is fun but bad things were happening to the fools and I was not going to be one of them.

We went for a swim, looked around at the passing guys, joked more and at some point I asked him where he lived. Arif had a little twitch and looking sideways said: “Here in the city.” This was not much of an answer for a guy who came to my dorm to take a shower this morning. He volunteered to say that his folks were doing all right in Tunisia but that he was on a usual tight budget and that the money he was getting was only good for a fortnight and that he was really saving every penny. He asked me if that was a problem for me. “Nope,” I said. ” I was saving, too.” Actually, I lied; I was not saving at all. I was just trying to be sound about my spending but there had been no reason for me to save on the basics. He had a number of siblings and cousins and few of them lived and worked in Nice, so they were helping each other out and things were not as bad as they could have been. This was Arif’s turn in lying. He had a ‘family’ alright but that family was of a very different kind and was certainly not helping him out. I always knew that by asking too much, I just might end up getting too many false answers and soon returned to our superficial chat.

We returned to my dorm, took a quick shower and went over to my studio to dress. Arif threw himself naked on my bed lying on his belly with his legs wide apart. He looked at me, gave me his best smile and said: “Wanna try?” Nope, there was nothing new for me to try. He wanted to get fucked in his ass and that was fine with me. After all, he serviced me twice this morning and rightly saw no reason for me to turn him down now. I gave him a little lube and shoved my hard, uncut boner straight in. He was tight a bit but took it all in without a word. He just was breathing faster as I was pumping him hard. He was a well-trained and talented bottom. He was gently supporting every move I made, looked back at me, happy as a lark and saying: “Fuck me, man! Fuck me, do not spare me!” Cool! I was fucking this guy for the third time in one day, found him attractive and fun but saw no reason for sparing him. He knew what he was doing and knew he was doing it right. He never pretended he was inexperienced or suffering any extraordinary pain. I never cared for ‘this-is-my-first-time-be-gentle-game’ either. Somehow, this: ‘do not spare me’ was something slightly out of what was a good but usual bang. He was giving me a good ride and both of us felt sure about it without any need for the words to confirm that. He was rubbing his dick against the cover of my bed and I sensed that he was all pent-up and was about to cum. I told him to shoot his load and I quickly got rid of my condom and stuffed my bulging boner into his mouth again. He liked being fed that way and swallowed my jizz for the third time that day. I really started liking this guy. He was laid back, wanted to have his fun and made no gay drama out of it. He neither raved nor praised my size or performance (as the other guys would do). He was good at doing his stuff, too and we acknowledged that in deeds rather than in words.

We had to sneak into the afternoon class as we were late this time. The fuck was sure worth it. At seven, Arif and I parted. We agreed to meet at midnight and go around for a couple of drinks and a bit of leisurely cruising. I always liked cruising alone but realized that this was not the thing to do here. Besides, he was a great back up in what I feared was a totally cliqued environment.

Cruising with your nuts bursting has never worked for me. Cruising is not about getting yourself a trick for the night. It is about the men hunt. It is a daily challenge to both yourself and your environment. Sure, sometimes you win, sometimes you loose but what matters most is the game. (And, frankly, walking away with the guy who was the big prize of the night has never been repulsive to me.) Arif knew the places to go to and that meant right timing and better chances.

He was outside the dorm, precisely at midnight. Smiling and radiant. He had his back up, in me too, and felt comfortable about it. This looked like a very promising night and for once, in last 48 hours, I was not wrong.

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This is a joke. Because there’s no way, no way, I heard him say the words I’ve wanted to hear for the last two years.

Sticking my fingers in my ears, I jiggle them. “I’ve gotta get these things checked, ’cause I think heard you say something about us making love, but that can’t be right.”

Slade laughs, grabbing my fingers from my ears. “Smartass, you know you heard me. Aaron, you… me… us… make love… now,” he says between kisses.

As excited as I am, I have to make sure this is what he really wants, so I pull away reluctantly. “Jones, stop, we have to talk.”

When he tries leaning in again, I hold him back. With a defeated sigh, he moves away with his back against the arm of the couch. I hate seeing the hurt in his eyes as he looks away whispering, “I turned you down too many times. You don’t wanna be with me now, do you?”

I shake my head vehemently moving in closer to him. “How can you say that? I want you. You know I do.”

“Aar, I…,” he starts but I continue.

“Jones, two years of getting the Heisman from you, and now all of a sudden you’re ready. C’mon, you’re only doing this ’cause I’m leaving,” I whisper, “but you don’t have to, okay?”

He frames my face in his hands. “Baby, this ain’t about you leaving, it’s about us being together. I’m ready.”

I bring his hands to my chest. “Okay. What if I do something wrong and hurt you?”

Slade leans his arm against the back of the couch resting his cheek on his fist. He shrugs shaking his head. “There’s nothing you can do to avoid that. They say the first time will be painful and weird, but it starts to feel good, especially when you’re with someone you love. And, I’ve taken some precaution too.”

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Who says? What precaution?”

He blushes taking a deep breath. “People who’ve written about their first time said it. The precaution means less chance for an ‘accident’ to happen. So, we have nothing to worry about everything’ll be fine.”

Thrown by his admission, I stare at him, thinking back to earlier in the truck. “You said, ‘something you’ve wanted for a long, long time’. This was it. How long have you had this planned?”

His eyes drop. “Since a week before your birthday.”

In disbelief, I exclaim, “What?!”

He nods. “I was gonna surprise you after the party, but I acted like such a douchebag, and I hurt you. I ruined a special day for you, for us,” he pauses a few seconds, “and that’s the reason why I wanted to walk home. I had to come up with a way to make it right. That’s why I suggested we come up here. Aaron, I want our first time to be special, baby, and it will be. All you have to do is let it happen.”

Slade leans in, but I hold him back. Raking my hands through my hair, I put my head on his shoulder. He kisses my ear. One of his hands rests on my neck while interlacing our fingers with the other.

“Aar, look at me,” he whispers. I raise my head, and our eyes meet. “You never questioned when I asked you to stop. You knew I wasn’t ready without me having to say anything. Why are you questioning me now when I’m telling you that I want this… that I want you?”

Why am I questioning him? For two years, this is what I’ve wanted: to give my virginity to the man I’m in love with.

I hear a low rumble of thunder in the distance, the lightning gone, the rain has slowed and drums in tune to “Adore” by Prince playing in the background.

All my inhibitions are out the window the instant his lips touch mine. Grabbing the back of his neck, I ferociously attack his lips, and he kisses back with the same lip bruising intensity. Our tongues dance in an intimate tango to see who will surrender to the other. His prodding tongue is forceful but soft. Slade nibbles on my bottom lip, and like putty in his hands, I’m pliable, and I surrender to him.

I grasp his shirt; pulling him on top of me, his body presses mine against the arm of the couch, the lumpy pillow uncomfortable against my lower back, but I don’t care. He grinds against me, as he starts his sensual assault on one ear, and moving gracefully over to the other.

Craving more of him, I take off his shirt, and my hands traverse the familiar terrain of his torso. He exhales a low, long breath when I envelop his left nipple in my mouth, and gasps when I flick my tongue over it. His lips linger close enough to my ear to touch but not quite. His warm breath sends little shots of electricity through my body. He lightly runs his fingers through my hair as my lips move across his chest.

He removes my shirt and stretches his body out on top of mine. We make out passionately with lots of neck and lip sucking. When I sit up, he straddles my lap, and gently rocks his hips. My eyes close feeling him slide one hand between us.

“I can’t wait to feel you inside me, baby” he murmurs, stroking my already hard cock.

When I open my eyes, my heart skips several beats upon seeing the calmness, love, and desire in his eyes. I whisper, “Bedroom.”

Standing illegal bahis up, Slade picks up the condom, and entwines our fingers, placing a kiss to the back of my hand. With a motion of his head towards the bedroom, he smiles leading me to the back of the cabin. We kiss and paw at each other along the way only stopping when we fall on the bed in a laughing heap.

Backing away, I stand at the foot of the bed; he sits up placing his hands on my waist, as he kisses and licks my stomach. His hands travel down inside my shorts, massaging my ass while he pushes my shorts down. He places his forehead on my chest and I lovingly kiss the top of his head.

He smiles at me and lays back. I slide off his shorts, giving little kisses up each leg, up to his stomach, all the way to his neck. He hums happily when our lips touch. He gradually backs up, only stopping when his head hits the pillow. I smile down at him, he nods, as if to say, ‘keep going’.

I glide my hands over his soft, muscular body.

“This right here is so sexy,” I say, kissing his wispy, brown treasure trail, and he laughs softly. His thick shaft leaks its clear, pearly release onto his thigh, and I lap it up. His curly dark-brown hairs tickle my nose as I take him deep. His back arches off the bed, as the grip he has in my hair tightens. I lick the sensitive underside of his length repeatedly, and he moans deeply.

I move up to lay beside him. Our teeth clash in another fiery kiss. Slade groans. In an unexpected move, he rolls me onto my back, planting rushed kisses all over my face and neck. I squirm under his aggressive but affective attention.

He licks my navel with a relentless vigor, and I can’t stop my quiet whimpers. He hovers above my painfully engorged erection. The anticipation heightened only by his deliberate movements. I collapse against the pillow from feeling the warmth of his mouth surrounding me. He sucks my cock as if it’s a narrow straw trying to suck up a thick shake. I’m cross-eyed feeling him massage my balls along with his hard sucking. My throbbing member jerks and he pulls back.

Slade sits atop me. Writhing under him, he gasps and closes his eyes. I grab his waist, grinding our hips together; he moans letting his head fall forward. Clasping the back of his neck, I pull him down peering into his gorgeous blue eyes. Our mutual undulating continues with my heavy pants and his moans melding together in a steamy, erotic bouillabaisse and ending with a deep kiss.

Without a word, he leans over producing a bottle of lube with extra condoms, and places them on the nightstand. Amused, I look up at him. “Do you really think we’ll need all those?” He smiles with an exaggerated shrug, kisses me on the neck, while placing the lube in my hand. Thrown, I stare at him.

The panic in my eyes makes Slade laugh warmly. He frames my face lovingly. “Baby, relax. You gotta get me ready,” he says, opening the lube. “Put it on me and your finger. You have to go slowly, okay?”

I nod. He kisses my forehead, rolls off me and onto his back, spreading his legs just wide enough for me to fit. When I kiss, lick, and bite his inner thighs, he moans huskily and his legs open wider.

“Hold your legs back for me,” I whisper, watching in quiet fascination as he grabs the back of his knees, and pulls them close to his chest. He watches me. I can see the vulnerability of being exposed so openly in his eyes, and smile to soothe his unease. He smiles back with a nod.

I knead the sides of his ass along with several light smacks making his tight beautiful hole wink in anticipation. His usual scent is stronger and more intoxicating, and I can’t resist leaning in to do the one thing I’ve always wanted to do. When my tongue swipes against him, Slade jerks, drops his legs with a squeal, and tries to push my head away to no avail. Whimpering heavily, he rolls to his side nearly trapping my head between his muscular thighs. My gentle, persistent prodding has him muttering incoherently, rolling his hips, and panting when my tongue delves deeper.

His passionate moans have my untouched cock twitching. Rolling him onto his back, his moans become guttural, when I stroke his cock, massage his taint, and continue to rim him all at the same time. His hands roam over his chest and stomach before he hugs his midsection tightly.

“Aaron, oh, G… baby, it feels so good,” he moans.

I could do this all night long, but there’s something else I want to do more, I sit back to grab the lube. “Ready?”

Glassy-eyed, he nods. Pouring the slightly warm substance on him is unbelievably sensual, as he bites his lower lip. When I push my finger, he clenches tight with a pained grunt. “I’m gonna pull out,” I tell him.

A thin sheen of sweat develops on his forehead. His once hard cock slowly deflates. Slade shakes his head. “No. I just… gotta get used to it,” he replies with barely a whisper.

He eventually relaxes enough for me to push my finger in more. “Still illegal bahis siteleri hurts?”

“Kinda. You can move it around more.” A couple minutes later when I flex my finger, he moans, “Mm, yeah, I like that. Keep doing that.”

Moments later, I cautiously insert a second finger. He moans, undulating his hips, cooing for me to go a little harder and faster. Inserting a third finger, he grips the sheets tight in his fists, his head shoots up from the pillow with long, loud mix of a groan and whimper, and his body vibrates uncontrollably. Slade’s hand clasps over my hand that’s massaging his chest.

With my fingers still deep inside him, I whisper in his ear, “God, you’re beautiful. I want you so bad.”

He groans rotating his hips slowly, staring intensely into my eyes, have says, “Then take me, baby.”

I grab the condom he gifted me from the foot of the bed. My hands tremble as I try to open it. Slade soothingly grips them in his and they steady. He rips the package open and sheaths the latex on me. He pushes the hair back from my eyes. I press our foreheads together, while tucking a pillow under his back. The vulnerability from early is no longer visible anywhere in his demeanor. There’s only unadulterated lust in his eyes.

Positioning myself, our eyes never leave each other as I slowly push forward, but there’s no give. “Relax and push out, it might help. Don’t forget to breathe,” I say aloud to remind us both to do the simple task.

After a few attempts, Slade grimaces when I finally breach his inner sanctum, and he shuts his eyes tight. His breathing is quick and shallow as his nails dig painfully into my thighs. I caress the sides of his face in the hope of taking his mind off the pain. He barely opens his eyes but I can see them watering. I place little pecks to his lips trying to help him relax.

A tear rolls from his eye. Concerned, I wipe it away. “You okay?”

With labored breaths, he chuckles and answers jokingly, “You’re a helluva lot bigger than three fingers, Aar.”

I chuckle, but truthfully tell him, “Jones, we can stop right now, and everything’ll be fine between us.”

He cups my cheeks, smiling sweetly at me. “I know, but we’re not stopping. I’m fine, baby, I swear.”

I bury my face in his neck, and place light kisses and licks to my favorite spot coaxing him to relax. I, myself, try to relax due to being in such a warm and intense grip. I soon realize I’m all the way inside him, and Slade’s rolling his hips. He wraps his legs around me and gently massages the nape of my neck.

“I love you so much,” I say against his lips.

“I love you, too,” he sighs when I begin to slowly rock inside him. “Kiss me.”

The kiss is unrushed, deep, and sensual. I feel him twirling my hair with his finger.

I move deliberately, listening to him, and adjust accordingly. His pained groans become soft moans with my long, slow thrusts. With his legs now hooked over my arms, the new position has him moaning steadily. Quickening the pace, I take his flaccid cock in hand and he mewls his approval. I stroke him in time with my thrusts until it smacks hard against his stomach.

With another adjustment, Slade exclaims loudly, “Oh, shit!”

Scared, I stop. “What’s wrong?”

Instantly he grabs hold of my waist and drives his hips forward. “Baby, don’t stop.”

The pulse beating in his neck sets something off in me; I suck on it hard, he whimpers loudly, digging his nails into my biceps. Pushing his legs closer to his chest, threads his whimpers and moans together in an erotic symphony of music with my quickened pace.

Seeing the goosebumps develop on his arms, I can’t help but feel triumphant at having caused it. Leaning forward, I kiss him deeply. He grabs onto my ass, pulling his lips from mine, he moans, “Aaron, harder.”

“Oh, God, you feel amazing,” I purr, giving into his pleas, but soon slow to a stop. If I keep up this pace, it will be over too soon. Slade rocks his hips, and I try to hold him still, but it doesn’t work. He grunts when I pull out.

Rolling me over on my back, his hands and lips are everywhere. Our fingers clasp together in a desperate hold as he settles atop me and rubs our cocks together.

“Stop or you’re gonna make me come,” I manage through strangled moans.

Slade stops with a smirk on his face. I feel his warm breath ghost across my face and his sapphire blue eyes darken. He rubs our noses together several times before kissing me breathless. Moving our hands above my head, he nibbles my ear, and whispers seductively, “Baby, I need you back inside me.”

I nod approvingly. He releases my hands, takes a few deep breaths before cautiously lowering himself onto my still swollen member, and lets out a long moan. When I involuntarily thrust, he throws his head back with a loud whimper, bites his bottom lip, and starts rolling his hips in slow, small circles. My hands scale his chest and back aimlessly.

“Jones, oh my, God,” I moan, using canlı bahis siteleri his shoulders as leverage, I thrust relentlessly into his tight channel.

“Oh, right there, right there,” he cries out, grabbing onto the headboard.

His heavy cock thumps against my stomach with a steady thwack. The lust in his eyes is heady. He massages my chest deftly, contracting with my thrusts, and it has me cross-eyed. I moan, pushing my head back against the pillow, as he continues his slow rocking.

Gripping his hips, I successfully end his torturous movements, and slide out of him. His eyes widen when I pull him to the center of the bed, and flip him onto his stomach. I kiss and lick down his back. He sighs when I nip each butt cheek playfully. There’s no hesitation delving in to tongue the sensitive bundle of nerves that have stretched to accommodate me. He reaches back to hold my head in place. Burying my tongue deep inside, he moans my name wantonly. When I pull him to his knees, his head falls to the bed, and wiggles his ass slightly.

“You can stop growling like I’m a piece of meat someone’s trying to take from you,” Slade jokes between panting breaths.

“I wasn’t growling.”

“Yeah, you were.” He jerks then chuckles when I smack his ass. Doing something, I’ve seen done in countless pornos, I rub my cock along his awaiting hole multiple times, and he pushes back moaning, “Baby, stop teasing me.”

Gliding my hands over his back, I wrap my arms around him, pulling him against my chest, and he throws an arm back around my neck, kissing me fully. Knowing this is almost over I slowly guide Slade onto his back. I always imagined us being face-to-face when we came the first time we had sex, and that’s about to become reality.

I wrap a hand around his swollen cock, and then with a well-positioned thrust inside him, he cries out, “Holy fuck,” gripping onto my biceps, and bites his lip.

My whimpering moans are uncontrollable. I don’t know how to handle the overwhelming sensation of him clenching tight onto my cock. I grasp his waist with a bruising hold and unhurried thrusts. Looking down I see how I disappear inside him, and it makes my breath catch.

Slade coos, “Oh, baby.” I tenderly hold his shoulders to drive deeper into him. He closes his eyes turning his head and nips my wrist.

Our sweaty chests and foreheads press together as we continue our lovemaking. He wraps his arms around me, his fingers dig into my back with his legs tucked tight to the sides of my waist. The harder I thrust the louder he moans. With one arm still around me, he starts stroking his cock, and his lips find mine.

A couple minutes later, Slade mewls, “Aar, I’m gonna come, baby, don’t stop.”

Feeling the tingling in my back, I mutter, “I’m about to come too.”

“Baby, open your eyes,” he moans. I hadn’t realized I closed them. When we lock eyes, it happens, he shudders strongly, and his creamy nectar squirts between us. A gentle slew of curses pass my lips as I follow behind him. Stars burst before my eyes. My body convulses. If making love feels like this all the time, then sign me up. I collapse on top of him. Sated, I don’t move.

“I love you, Aaron,” he whispers, kissing in my ear.

Pulling back, I look him in the eyes. “I love you too, Slade.”

I’m still inside him making small movements that make him moan, as we share a soft, languid kiss, which ends only after I soften and slide out of him.

I lazily toss the condom in the trash. He pulls me back on top of him, and wraps his legs around me. We lay together, our bodies entwined, kissing, and holding each other. He puts his forehead to mine.

Caressing his cheek, I ask, “Jones, you okay?”

He nods. “Yeah, I’m a little light-headed, and my whole body feels really warm and tingly. It even feels like you’re still inside me,” he answers with a raspy voice.

I kiss his forehead. “You gonna be alright?”

“Yeah, once my heart stops racin’.”

I run my thumb across his lips and he playfully sucks it. With a kiss to his nose, I say, “I’ll be right back.”

Tugging on my hand, he murmurs sleepily, “Where you goin’?”

“Bathroom.”

I quickly grab and wet a couple washcloth, and walk back into the room to find Slade removing the soiled linen, and tossing it into the corner.

“Made a little bit of a mess,” he chuckles, laying across the bed.

“Here,” I say, handing him a washcloth. I clean my front before wiping his back, and he does the same for me. Climbing back on the bed, we hold each other, and stare into each other’s eyes.

“I love you, baby,” he says, kissing me tenderly.

“Two years of not hearing it; I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing you say it. I love you too, baby.”

Laughing soundly, he asks, “Did you just call me ‘baby’?”

His infectious laughter has me chortling along. “Yeah, you gotta problem with that?”

Slade makes a stank-face. “Yeah, it doesn’t sound right, does it?”

I wrap my arms tight around him. “No, it doesn’t. I’ll give you a new name. What do you think of ‘sugar drawers’, oh, no, ‘Jonesy-wonesy’, I like that one better.”

He smacks my chest. “You better not. Go back to calling me plain old ‘Jones’, okay?”

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The house was now quiet as everyone had left. My sister and I showered and cleaned up knowing that mom wanted us to meet her friends. Mom came out of her bedroom looking for us and when she found us, we were still drying off. She smiled at us and said, “Our friends are anxious to meet you two. We will have the entire house to ourselves and plenty of time to enjoy each other. By the way, your dad invited them to stay over a couple of days as they live out of town, so we all will get to know each other very well. You guys ready?”

We answered that we were ready and Ginny and I smiled as mom led us, both naked, to her bedroom. Dad was already in bed and mom introduced us to the female couple who were next to dad.

Mom said, “Ginny & JB, I want you to meet Gloria and Diane.” She continued, “Gloria & Diane, these are our children and I am sure the four of us will have a great time together.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off of the two women. Gloria was a blonde with blue eyes and great tits that hung over the sheets that she held to her. Diane was a brunette who also had a great pair of tits and huge nipples. They both appeared to be in their early to mid 20’s.

As mom made the introductions, we both said hello and Ginny and I both told them that they were beautiful and they thanked us. At this time, my cock started twitching and rising with excitement which was clearly visible to the women.

Just then, dad got up and said, “Your mom and I have some things to take care so we will leave you four alone for now. Enjoy yourselves.” Mom and dad left and Gloria said, “Why don’t you two join us so we could get to know you. We want you to get to know us too.”

With that, güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri Ginny and I got in bed with the women. I paired up with Diane and Ginny paired up with Gloria. We wasted no time in kissing your new friends.

As I kissed Diane, my hands went from her tits down to her pussy and that’s when I got the surprise of my life. I felt a big cock and pulled my hand back. At the same time, Ginny got a hand full of Gloria’s cock. I pulled the sheets down and we saw that the women not only had cunts, but cocks and balls.

Diane & Gloria laughed and Diane said, “Don’t be afraid, we are both hermaphrodites…we both have cunts and cocks. Your mom and dad have been our friends for years and they wanted you to meet us so we could enjoy each other. You two can fuck us and we can fuck Ginny and have a lot of fun. What do you say?”

I looked at Ginny and she smiled and we both went back to making out with the two women.

I wasted no time in kissing and feeling Diane up, including her cock and balls. As I sucked on her erect nipples, my hand went down to her count and I moved my hand from her cunt to her cock. She whispered to me, “Would you suck my cock with your fingers in my cunt?” I immediately moved my mouth down to her cock and started sucking it as my fingers slid into her cunt. I was now finger fucking this beauty as I sucked her cock. Soon, her body was writhing in pleasure. Her body rising up and down as I played with her parts of pleasure. Soon, she started moaning and gyrating her hips. My hand moved out her count faster and faster as I sucked harder and harder. Then, she yelled out, “Oh my God, I’m cumming…I’m cumming,” and güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri exploded in orgasms and shot streams of cum in my mouth.After a few minutes, her body went limp from exhaustion.

In the meantime, I looked over and Ginny was on her back and Gloria had her cock in my sisters count, fucking her. It wasn’t long before Gloria yelled out she was going to cum and both she and my sister came at the same time.

We all rested a bit, then switched partners. After another round of great sex with our new friends, Diane and Gloria started making out together. Ginny and I watched as Diane was on all fours and Gloria was fucking her doggie style. Ginny quickly got on her back and slid underneath Diane and started sucking her hard cock which was hanging down.

Gloria shot her cum in Diane’s cunt and Diane shot her cun into Ginny’s mouth. It was an amazing sight and I wanted more. For the next few hours, the four of us got to know each other very well, until there was a knock on the door.

Mom peeked in and said, “It seems that you guys are getting to know one another very well. How about a break for some nourishment? Come down in 30 minutes and don’t bother to dress.

I looked at Diane and said, “How about one more fuck?” She smiled and got on her back. I mounted her and slipped my cock in her cunt. I quickly started fucking her as she started jerking herself off. Just then Ginny came over and started sucking Diane’s cock. It didn’t take long and I was ready to cum. I started shooting streams of cum in Diane’s cunt as Diane’s cock shot her cum into Ginny’s mouth.

A half hour later, the four of us went downstairs and güvenilir bahis şirketleri found mom & dad in the kitchen. Mom said, “We are having refreshments by the pool, so go out there.” We went out and waited. It was then that I got a good look at their cocks and balls, which were magnificent.

To tell you the truth, I couldn’t take my eyes off of their private parts and wanted to play with them. I whispered to Ginny, “I love them.” She smiled and replied, “Me too.”

Soon, mom and dad joined us. They served us refreshments and we all chatted. Then dad said, “It seems you guys got to know each other pretty well. How did things go?”

I answered, “I think it went very well. The girls are amazing.” Ginny said, “I’ve never had so much fun and I hope the girls feel the same way.” Diane said. “Gloria and I had a great time. We really enjoyed each other.”

Then dad said, “Well, I am glad it all worked out because your mother and I want to ask the girls to live with us…Girls?”

They looked at each other and smiled and they both said ‘yes’ at the same time. Mom looked at us and said, “You two ok with that?” We also said yes.

We celebrated with some wine and discussed their moving in with us. Since both girls worked at IT, they could easily relocate so work wasn’t a problem. We had extra rooms, so that wasn’t a problem either. We discussed chores and responsibilities. We decided that they could move in within the month.

Mom then said, “Well, I’m glad that’s all settled but there is one matter that needs to be ironed out…sex.” She continued, “There are no limits in the house regarding sex. As long as you are ok with it. A no means no. Nudity is the preferred dress code. Anyone may have sex with anyone at any time either in private or in front of anyone. Is that understood?” Everyone said that was all acceptable.

For the next two days, we all enjoyed our new housemates to the max. However, when they moved in, the sex got even better.

Part – 3????

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