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His last shift at work had left Ryan completely drained. Not only that, but the weather was God awful. He had a coat, at least, but his jacket’s hood did little to shield him from the heavy rain. That, along with his now soaked socks, was making the evening even peachier.

A quick look over his shoulder told him he was alone. He briefly considered singing, but decided against it. This particular opportunity of being alone would have to go to waste- he was just too tired.

“I better not get sick….” he grumbled.

“Yip!”

Ryan froze. “Hello?” he called out.

No answer.

He continued his walk, listening carefully to the rain’s rapid pitter patter. It sounded like a dog, but that didn’t make sense. He never had dogs- but he supposed when an animal had to go, their owner was forced to oblige. It’s one of the reasons he preferred cats.

He was thinking about his own pet, Ms. Shadow, when the sound repeated.

“Arf!”

“What…?” Up ahead, he could see a moving shape by a telephone pole. “Fuck, don’t tell me….”

He quickened his pace, fast enough to be a quick walk but careful enough of slippery puddles not to be a full-on run. When he saw a tiny black dog by himself, his suspicions were confirmed. There was no tag on the collar- just a chain linking the poor thing to where it currently stood.

It was a Monday- meaning the dog could’ve been outside all weekend as far as he knew.

When Ryan bent down to double check for a tag, the dog sat down obediently. “Good boy,” he said. He slid out of his backpack straps to fish out his casino oyna pocketknife from the front pocket. He was currently studying abroad, so he saw abandoned animals pretty often- just not like this.

After being cut loose, the dog kissed his fingers. At that, Ryan couldn’t help but smile. The dog panted and wagged its tail, then gave Ryan a thank you bark before sneezing three times in a row.

“Awww, little dude. C’mon, go find your owner. I need to get going.”

With that, he gave the mutt a few reassuring pats before leaving the pole. He wasn’t far from his apartment- but he was cold and hungry.

After a couple blocks, he turned back to see if the dog was still there, only to realize he was lagging behind with an obvious limp. Upon stopping, the puppy caught up to him, wagging his tail triumphantly.

“Son of a bitch.”

With a sigh, Ryan hoisted the dog up to his chest. “If Jing is allowed to do this, then so am I, damnit.”

~~~

It turns out, Jing was off at his girlfriend’s- which was cool, since he wasn’t in the mood to be called a hypocrite. Ms. Shadow was nowhere in sight.

He slowly let the dog down on the ground, who immediately shook himself off. He held a palm up, wondering if the little guy was trained. “Stay,” he said in a firm voice.

When he returned, Ryan had two towels- one around his shoulders and the other one in hand. “Good job!” he said. The dog let Ryan wipe him off, too, including his paws- much to his surprise.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

“Arf!”

Ryan giggled, then scoffed. He was trying to act slot oyna more masculine, as he was paranoid about his sexuality causing him trouble. Now in pajama pants and an oversized tee, he padded barefoot over to the fridge. “I have ham… Can dogs have ham?”

He turned around to see the dog sniffing around the mud room.

“I think I remember Evan cooking eggs for his dog, so I’ll make you some of that.”

About fifteen minutes later, he had two eggs plopped into a bowl. He put some ham on top for good measure before placing it down on the floor. As expected, the dog basically inhaled it. For himself, Ryan took out some honey mustard and with it, finished off the rest of the cold ham.

He put the dishes in the sink. “Ms. Shadow?” he called out. His eyes narrowed, wondering if Jing left a window open again. Luckily, a few minutes of searching ended with him finding her beneath the couch. Her yellow eyes stared into him in what was definitely a dirty look. “Awww, baby!” said Ryan. “I’m sorry. This’ll be over soon, don’t worry.”

Little did he know, things were just getting started.

~~~

“Let’s get back together,” said Evan, his knee gently resting on Ryan’s cock. They were at the beach, Evan’s envious body glistening with seawater and sunlight. His muscles were as sexy as ever, and he was currently pinning Ryan down into the sand.

“I- We can’t,” he stuttered.

The sound of a school bell cut him off. “Fuck, we have to go to class,” said Evan. They were no longer at the beach, but both boys were still shirtless.

“Fuck!” Since when were canlı casino siteleri they back on campus?

“Who’s this?” said a confused-looking Jing, gesturing a hand at Evan.

Before Ryan could get a word in, he responded. “I’m his ex,” said Evan.

“But you’re a man.” Jing turned to him- everything was happening so quickly. “Ryan, are you gay?”

“Shit, I-“

The sound of his ringtone started to play over what he assumed was loudspeakers. As he regained consciousness, the last thing on Ryan’s mind was where he could get a shirt.

“Punctured bicycle on a hillside desolate. Will nature make a man of me yet?”

Ryan turned off the alarm and groaned. He registered the smell of something cheesy, along with the scent of freshly-cooked sausage. Jing never cooked- so, was his girlfriend over?

With a yawn, Ryan equipped his glasses. He’d put his contacts in after breakfast when he was more awake.

“Jing?” he called out. Crap, I forgot to tell him about the stray!

Once he saw what was in the kitchen, he didn’t take another step. Frozen in place, his jaw dropped.

In front of him was an unfamiliar person- a home intruder? – standing naked in the middle of his apartment. Ryan’s heart rate skyrocketed as he audibly gasped.

The figure turned around- he was undeniably gorgeous, with a body similar to Evan’s but a few shades paler. His smile revealed a set of straight white teeth- everything about him was perfect except for two obvious things…. Was he some sort of stripper?

When the tail started to wag, Ryan felt physically sick.

“Master! You’re awake!” he sang out.

…… “What?” he croaked.

“I made breakfast,” said the stranger, proudly.

And for a handful of seconds, there was silence- as though the earth stood still.

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Chapter 1

Samantha Edwards rushed from her car to the administrative building as the rain poured from the sky. She held her briefcase over her head with one hand in a useless attempt to keep her hair dry, as she struggled to hold books and papers in the other. It was another damp, cold, and dreary day in the northeast. The kind of day you would expect in mid-November in this section of the world. However, Samantha was a southern girl, used to sunny skies and warmer climates.

The click of her high heels on the tile floor echoed up and down the long hallway as she hurried to the administration offices. She was late already. Today was the last day to get mid-term grades submitted and she didn’t want to hear all the grief she would take if she missed the deadline. Hopefully it would only take a couple of minutes and she could still make her 9 o’clock English class on time.

Samantha sighed as she passed the ladies room and then stopped. It was going to make her later but she had to fix her hair. It was a mess after being doused with the cold rain. If she could have remembered where she had left her umbrella it wouldn’t have been so bad. Unfortunately it seemed that she was always misplacing something these days. The unwanted vision of the movie “The Absent Minded Professor” crossed her mind as she rushed into the teacher’s lounge, almost knocking over a fellow teacher in her haste.

A little moan escaped her lips when she looked into the mirror. All her work had been for nothing. Her shoulder length sandy blond hair was hanging in wet, curly strands now, dripping water down her cheeks. And her hair had looked so good when she left home a few minutes ago. A sigh of frustration escaped her lips as she tried her best to fluff it up. It was useless. Finally, she gave up and leaned toward the mirror to fix her makeup.

The woman in the mirror staring back at Samantha was pretty and just over the dreaded 30th birthday. She had gray/green eyes that could dazzle men and women alike. People often said that she looked a lot like Nicole Kiddman, with her curly hair and creamy white complexion. Yet Sam was one of those women that didn’t realize how pretty she is. She thought she was too tall at 5′ 8″, too heavy at 125, and that her facial features were too angular to be pretty. Besides, she didn’t have a lot of time to worry about her appearance these days.

Another sigh escaped the harried woman as she fumbled in her purse, searching for her lipstick.

She never had enough time for herself anymore and her life seemed to be out of control. Suddenly, she stopped and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She wondered how her life had become so hectic. It seemed that there was a constant succession of classes, dinner parties, social obligations, and studying to keep up with her profession. Maybe it was just the pressure of being a newly appointed assistant professor, she thought. She knew that it took a lot of work in the beginning to get oneself established in a new school.

The academic world wasn’t new to her though–she had taught at her alma mater for several years and had been raised in a family of teachers. Her mother was an elementary school teacher and her father a high school principal. Even one of her older brothers was a teacher. It was only natural that she followed the same path.

Samantha was a southern girl and grew up with her two brothers in a very traditional and solidly middle class family. Her parents were very conservative and strict. In fact, Samantha had not been allowed to wear makeup until she was almost 16. As for dating, well that was a battle of wills. She was only allowed to date in groups until she was 17. However, like all teenagers, she found ways around the arbitrary rules.

Dan Edwards, Samantha’s father, was a hard working man, if not a little behind the times and overzealous in his religious beliefs. He was also very protective of his little girl. At any sign of rebellion from Samantha he would always say that she would follow his rules as long as she lived in his house. However, Dan was proud of his daughter and like all fathers, no one was ever going to be good enough for his little girl.

Samantha had a will of her own though and found ways to see her boyfriends without her father knowing. However, because she lived at home until she finished college, the strict rules often became contentious.

A smart girl, Samantha graduated with honors and was selected as the valedictorian of her high school class. After high school, she went to a large but local college. She was a star student at the University, deciding to stay after graduation to teach and continue pursuit of a master’s degree in English and then her PHD. It had been hard work and a long haul, but she persevered. The school eventually noticed her academic achievements and she was awarded a grant to do research. Unfortunately she never got the chance to finish her work.

Samantha met her husband-to-be before she finished her graduate work. casino siteleri He was a professor at the university and twenty years older than she was. Much to her parents’ distress, she had fallen in love and married soon after she completed her studies. It was her husband’s transfer to the north several years ago that brought the warm blooded southern girl to the cold northeast.

However, she couldn’t say that she regretted her choices up to that point. She had a good job as associate professor at the school and a real opportunity to advance to full professor with tenure in a few years. But, besides being overworked, her biggest problem was that she had left her family and friends behind and felt somewhat out of place in the snobbish academic community she was now part of.

Coming to the large university as an associate professor was a cultural shock for Samantha. She never realized the level of personal politics that existed in academic circles. It was very different from her previous experience in teaching. Nor did she anticipate the social obligations that would befall her in her new role. Now, between her husband’s career (he was in line to become Chancellor) and her aspirations to become a published writer, she rarely had time for anything else.

Samantha had always been an outdoor girl, preferring to be out in the sun rather than cramped up in some library or classroom. While she loved most water sports, she loved sailing most of all. She missed being out on the water everyday and although there were great opportunities to sail where she lived now, the season was far too short. Besides, she had little time for that with all of the required duties associated with school and being the future Chancellor’s wife.

Still, with all this, she thought that maybe it was the dreary weather that was making her feel so depressed. She desperately needed something to cheer her up.

Chapter 2

At least it wasn’t snow, Samantha thought as she hurried across the wet grass and into the student center. She rushed down the hall trying unsuccessfully to juggle all of her books and papers. Several times she had to stop and pick up papers as they fell from the folders under her arm.

Samantha took a deep breath and pushed open the door with her shoulder, preparing for another long day.

“Alright class, let’s get started. I assume that everyone has read the assignment?” Samantha said as she pulled a pop quiz from her briefcase. A chorus of moans echoed in the classroom. Sam, as her friends called her, smiled as she handed out the test papers. Why should she be the only one feeling down? she thought.

There were about thirty freshman English students in Sam’s class. Most were here because it was a requirement. However, there were several bright students that truly showed an interest in English and were planning on making it their major.

One of them was Sally Rogers. She was a pretty, young girl that always sat in the front of the class. With short strawberry blond hair and a voluptuous figure, she stood out amongst the unusually young looking freshman class. Her eyes were a pale blue and would sparkle with delight when Sam would call on her. She showed no reservations at being considered the teacher’s pet.

Sam thought that Sally was a sweet girl and had immediately taken a liking to her. However, Sally was different from the other students, but not just in an academic sense. Sam couldn’t quite put her finger on what the difference was–there was just something in the way her eyes sparkled when she looked at her.

When Sam sat back down at her desk, she glanced at Sally. As usual, she had on a rather short skirt and her legs were a little too carelessly spread. The older woman could see between her legs. Most of the students wore jeans but Sally seemed to prefer skirts or dresses.

I wonder what color her panties are today? Sam thought and smiled inwardly. She figured that she knew every pair that the teenager had. It was a private and unspoken little game that had started soon after the semester began. Sam didn’t know why she let the game go on. She could have simply ignored the overt display of the young girl’s charms. Yet, invariably, her eyes were drawn to the juncture of her thighs and she could feel that tingling between her legs and her face would begin to flush.

Sally smiled as she sensed the teacher’s eyes on her legs and gradually opened them wider, pretending to study the test paper. However, her heart was racing like it did every time she was around Sam. It felt so daring to tease the older woman by letting her see her panties. However, this time she had left her panties off. It was brazen and bold but she wanted desperately to be noticed by her pretty teacher and maybe take their relationship to the next level–whatever that meant.

They must be flesh colored, Sam thought as her eyes were drawn to the gap between her legs. Then, she almost gasped. It didn’t look like she had any on! Sam felt her face turn hot and slot oyna she quickly looked down at the papers on her desk, her hands suddenly trembling. A few minutes later when she looked back up, she found that Sally still had her legs open. This time Sam found her eyes staring at the teenager’s vagina. Her heart began to race when she suddenly realized that the young girl didn’t have a trace of pubic hair. The light from the window made it possible for her to clearly see the young girl’s fat outer lips and the pink inner ones between. Sam couldn’t believe the audacity of the teenager.

Finally, Sam had to look away again as she felt a trickle of sweat on her brow. Fortunately, Sally finally crossed her legs. Sam almost sighed with relief and strangely felt a little disappointment. She couldn’t explain why this young girl was having such an affect on her.

In spite of their little game, (or maybe because of it?) Sam liked the teenager. And, the feeling was apparently mutual. Sally often stopped by her desk after class to discuss some author or book. The two of them had a great deal in common and they shared many of the same views on life and literature. To Sam, Sally seemed much older than eighteen, with a maturity that was beyond her years. They had gone to lunch together on several occasions after finding themselves engrossed in a good-natured debate. They even talked about collaborating on an essay as part of a contest where the prize was a graduate scholarship for Sally. While she didn’t really need the money, she had said that her Dad told her that he “Wasn’t going to pay for her to go to college forever”, and therefore it would come in handy if she decided to go to graduate school.

Sally was a northern girl, growing up within a few miles of the school. She was just a little bit of a tomboy. Just like Sam, she loved outdoors (winter) sports; particularly snow skiing and riding snowmobiles. However, while she was very athletic, she was also very feminine in her appearance and actions. She loved soft and sexy clothes and quiet evenings by the fire with a good book.

Sally’s father was an attorney and was often away from home. However, she never felt short changed in their relationship. She was always “Daddy’s” girl. He would go out of his way to spend time with her. They would often go on skiing vacations together. On the other hand, her mother wasn’t into sports but she indulged Sally and her husband’s love.

The family had a cabin in Canada, not far across the US border and Sally and her father would often sneak away for a long weekend. However, sometimes, Sally would go there by herself, just to get away. She loved the mountains. But, other than with her father, she rarely had anyone to share it with. She had invited Sam to join her on several occasions but it seemed that her busy schedule never allowed it. Eventually she had begun to think that she was the reason. Sometimes she thought that she had gone too far with her teasing of the older woman.

However, Sam had refused because she wasn’t sure that she should get so close to a student. Besides that, she certainly didn’t want any question with regard to propriety in grading and she didn’t think Sally wanted any special favors either. However, there was another more subtle reason–the strange feelings that she had whenever she was alone with the young girl. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling but it was disturbing nonetheless. Sally hadn’t made any overt moves on her. It was the way she looked at her sometimes and her blatant displays. Maybe more importantly, it was how little butterflies would begin churning in her own stomach when she was close to her. Still, she thought Sally’s flirtations were cute and harmless, even if they were brazen at times.

Sometimes when Sally stopped by her desk, she would wear a blouse that was open at the neck with too many buttons undone. She would lean over her desk, on her elbows, and pretend to be looking at something on Sam’s desk. She knew that it was impossible for Sam not to look down her blouse.

And Sam did look. She had seen all the way to her nipples on several occasions. She knew that the young girl had creamy smooth breasts with a little mole several inches from one pink nipple. The view always brought that unwanted tingling and a flush to her face. She was pretty certain that Sally had noticed.

Sam wasn’t naive and she knew about some women’s attraction to other women. Some of the better literature she had made a career of studying dealt with the subject of Sapphic love. In fact, she thought that women who were lesbians wrote some of the greatest pieces of literature. Still, she couldn’t deny that she found the specter of female/female relationship quite fascinating. Maybe someday she would have the opportunity to explore that theme–strictly on a professional basis.

However, on a personal level, Sam never admitted an attraction to other women. Sure, she looked at other women, especially if they were pretty, and Sally was very pretty. She convinced canlı casino siteleri herself that the feelings she had when she was around Sally were natural. In fact, her understanding of Freud’s writings would lead her to believe that every woman had similar feelings to a greater or lesser degree. Unlike the relationship that men had with one another, all women felt comfortable hugging and kissing or sharing emotions. Still she had never discussed women’s relationships with anyone and really had no basis of comparison. Her only experience with another female was one time when she was very young and she had played doctor with a school friend. However, she had rightfully filed that away as adolescence experimentation with no significance in her adult life. Yet, she could still remember the feeling of excitement that she had felt that day. It had never been equaled in any heterosexual relationship she had ever had. She believed that was because over time memories take on a life of their own.

When the class was over, all of the students filed out except Sally. She sat at her desk, still working on the test.

“Sally, are you having trouble with the test?” Sam asked as she looked at the pretty girl. She was sitting with her legs crossed and her skirt far up her well-shaped thighs.

“No, not really,” she said and smiled nervously at Sam. “I just wanted to wait until everyone was gone. I… I wanted to ask you something.”

“What?” Sam asked, curious as to what was making her so nervous.

“Well, I was planning on going up to… to the cabin this weekend and was wondering if… if you wanted to join me? Maybe we could start on that essay.”

Sam saw the young girl’s face turn red and she looked flustered.

Then she continued quickly. “I know that you’re busy but it would be great fun. I could even teach you to ski…” she said and her voice trailed off. Somehow, the girl’s normal confident bravado had left her.

“I’m sorry honey but I have so many things to do this weekend. Larry is going to be away and I have a million chores.”

“I understand,” she said sweetly but there was clear disappointment in her voice and on her face.

Sally got up to leave, packing her books quietly.

Now Sam felt bad. She had promised to work with her on the essay and the time was growing short. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea, she thought. She could certainly use a little time to refresh her weary mind and body. “Wait Sally,” Sam said. “How far is it to the cabin?”

The young girl’s face brightened. “It’s about a three hour drive,” she said excitedly. However, she didn’t tell her that it was three hours through the mountains on tiny roads.

“Well, maybe I could go up with you tonight and come back Saturday night.” As soon as she said it, she wished that she hadn’t. It was overstepping the bounds–the imaginary line she had drawn to keep outside relationships from interfering with her already complicated life. Still, a sudden chill ran down her spine and she thought, I need a break, so what would be the harm. Besides, it would just be innocent fun.

“Really!” Sally practically screamed. “We’ll have so much fun. We’ll ski and make snowmen and everything. When can we leave?” Suddenly Sally was acting more like the teenager that she was. Her face was beaming with excitement.

Sam smiled at the young girl’s enthusiasm. “Give me your cell phone number and I’ll call you after my classes. What do I need to bring?”

“Not much, just a change of clothes for one day. We have everything else in the cabin. I’m sure there are some ski boots that will fit you and we have a bunch of snowsuits. This is going to be so much fun,” she said, her words almost running together in her excitement.

“All right… all right, now get moving or you’ll be late for your class,” Sam said to the smiling girl. “And Sally, let’s keep this little trip between you and I. Okay?”

“No problem,” Sally said with a smile and then ran her fingers cutely across her lips as if she were zipping them.

Sam laughed and then she watched her hurry out of the classroom. Without thinking, she found her eyes following her. The tight skirt that she had on molded her sexy butt like a second skin.

Suddenly, Sam felt a little chill run down her spine and she shivered at the thought that she was naked under the skirt. It must be the damn cold weather! she concluded and tried to focus on her next class. Yet, her mind kept wandering back to the young girl’s spread legs and the almost obscene view that she had of her bare crotch. She felt her own sex lips pulse and she squeezed her thighs together.

Chapter 3

Later that evening, when Sam pulled up in front on Sally’s house, she saw her waiting on the front porch with a small suitcase. She smiled when she saw the young girl’s beaming face. Although she had second-guessed her decision since she had agreed to go, Sally’s enthusiasm made her feel better. Besides, it would be a chance to rest and get away from the pressure she was feeling–at least for one day.

Sally jumped into the car with a cheery hello, throwing her bag into the back seat. Then she directed Sam toward the interstate and then to a two-lane road, heading north.

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Author’s Note: Warning, this story contains violence and some dark concepts. Neither are part of the sex or romance, but paint the background which drives the heroism bringing the characters together. If violence is a specific turn off for you, this may not be the story for you.

Special thanks to livingforfun for editing and improving this story.

*****

A bit of mystery, a drop of magic, a flurry of violence, and a breath of romance bring Emma and Sarah together to save the Bloodlands.

Scene 1

Emma twisted the piping bag slowly, letting the red dye seep ever so slightly into the surrounding frosting. The master had been very specific about how the tarts were to look and she didn’t have time to remake them. There were still ten different kinds of pie to make in addition to all of the pastries. She counted herself lucky though, none of her items had to reach the table hot.

The kitchen was abuzz with servants rushing to prepare for the gala, an event their master would do anything to make perfect. There was something special about this one. Emma wasn’t sure what and it definitely wasn’t her place to ask. Her place was here by the stoves, preparing the evening’s confectionaries and generally staying out of everyone else’s way.

Staying out of the way was something Emma was very good at. At just over five foot, she was skinny and small. She could fit into small spaces, blend in with a wall or piece of furniture, or simply scurry underfoot. That and her subservient, giving nature made her a good servant. Servitude had been her lot in life since she turned fourteen and left her parents’ farm to seek an income eight years ago. She had five younger siblings and the last thing the family needed was another mouth to feed. Instead, she sent money home every few months.

She’d just finished frosting the last tart when the master burst into the kitchen, eyes flaring behind a guise of stoic command. The tall, sophisticated man hardly ever graced the servants’ areas with his presence unless it was to deal punishment. The room fell silent in trepidation.

“Everything must be perfect tonight,” The master announced for what must have been the dozenth time. “Hors d’oeuvres at six. The food is to be on the tables hot two minutes before seven. By the time the doors open at exactly seven, there should not be a servant in sight. You will integrate the other servants into your routine as necessary to achieve efficiency and accuracy. At exactly eight, you are to switch the main courses for the desserts. The blast of the first firework will be your cue. By the time the last has burst, you are to be gone again, the tables changed and ready. Then you are to report to the kitchens, taking the other servants with you. No one is to leave or go anywhere else in the manor.” They’d heard this all before. It wasn’t until he reached the end of his speech that anything changed. Here, he locked eyes with each servant in the room for what was the first time for all of them in each of their tenures at the Belmont manor. “If any servant is found anywhere in the manor outside the kitchens and servant quarters after eight-ten, they will be dragged behind my carriage across the Bloodlands until dead. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, master.” The room said as one. They were silent a moment longer as the master gave a small threatening smile. His eyes dragged over them once more, slowly, like a rancher assessing his herd for the last time, before he turned and left.

“Something is happening tonight,” the butcher’s assistant breathed, breaking the stunned silence. “Something we need to know about.”

There was a general grunt of disapproval. It wasn’t just the master’s obsession. Having all of his guests bring their servants to assist had been confusing at best. The master could be a perfectionist on regular days, but the strict time table and continuous threats were more than concerning.

“What? You want to go ask him, boy?” The butcher challenged, turning back to his chopping block and picking up his cleaver.

“Ben’s right. Master Belmont has never acted like this before,” the scullery maid took a small step forward into the center of the kitchen to be heard better despite her tiny voice. “I’m scared.”

Emboldened, the assistant spoke again. “We need to know. No one threatens death unless what they are hiding is worth killing for.” The statement seemed fairly simple, but the room came to a complete halt to consider the idea.

“Is knowing worth dying for?” the bread baker asked, making it clear she had no interest in that trade.

“I think not knowing may be what kills us surely as finding out.” The head waiter was known for his quick wit and charming smile, but there was none of it in his expression.

“And how do you propose we find out?” It was the head cook who spoke this time. She was a portly older woman with wispy grey hair, pulled back in a tight bun. She ran a tight kitchen and casino oyna seemed to care for little besides efficiency, practicality, and butter.

“Someone could stay when we switch over the dinner to the desserts,” the maid suggested, purposefully not drawing attention to herself lest she imply she was volunteering.

“Hide under the table,” the assistant provided.

The butcher scoffed. “They would be found and killed. They will check every time we enter to make sure we have all left. If someone wants to be there, they will have to have been there from the beginning.”

“Right, and where would they hide? The grand hall may be large but it’s open. There’s nowhere to hide, no closets, no curtains. There’s not even a bloody tapestry.” The bread baker countered.

“A guest,” the scullery maid interjected drawing the group’s stares. “We disguise a servant as a guest. They will be coming from all across the Bloodlands. There are bound to be people no one knows. Wear the right clothes. Say the right things. No one will know.”

The kitchen servants didn’t stop staring. It was madness.

“I’m serious. Do you think they know our faces? I don’t know about you, but that’s the first time the master has ever looked me in the eyes. There are like a thousand people in the Bloodlands. We steal the right clothes and makeup. No one will pick our spy from the crowd.”

“You volunteering?” The butcher challenged again. Emma was sure he was a formidable poker player, though she avoided the Monday night games herself.

“No,” the maid sounded halfway between apologizing and defending herself. “We would need someone who blends and that certainly isn’t me.” Tall and gangly, the woman had wiry black hair and horrible teeth. It wasn’t self-deprecating or even an excuse, but simply the truth.

In one collective gasp, a single idea dawned on the room as a whole and every head turned slowly to stare at their confectioner. Emma didn’t think she’d ever had that many people looking at her at once in her life.

Emma felt as though she was being stared down by a pack of dogs, pinned against a wall with nowhere to run. They were all suddenly of one mind set, their target chosen, and somehow the proposition seemed less mad.

“She would fit in one of Jane’s dresses,” the cook’s assistants said, running her gaze over Emma’s thread-bare, dull green dress that had once been the color of her eyes.

“It would be easy to steal,” the scullery maid chimed in. Jane had been Master Belmont’s second daughter. She’d died of consumption nine years ago at the age of sixteen. Her room had been abandoned by the rest of the family, first for fear of contracting the disease and then because it was easier than trying to deal with their lost family member’s things. That was an advantage of a large manor. You could bury the things you never wanted to think about in any number of walk-in closets. “There would be makeup too.

“She’s pretty enough,” the butcher’s assistant added, giving her an appraising look that made Emma feel even more vulnerable under their collective gaze. The butcher and his assistant didn’t even look at meat like this. Like they had plans.

“I can’t.” Emma said, finally finding her voice, though there wasn’t much to it.

It was the head cook who stepped in. Waddling ever so slightly, she approached Emma and placed both large hands on Emma’s slim shoulders. “You have to.”

“They’ll recognize me. Someone will recognize me.” Emma pleaded.

“No one notices a servant. Least of all you.” The cook said sternly.

“I can’t,” Emma repeated, breathless.

“You will.” The cook replied. She didn’t take her eyes off Emma’s and the small woman found she had no ability to look away. They stood locked like that as the cook gave orders in her typical no-nonsense fashion. It was as if she were directing the preparation of a roast, not a pyre. “Gretchen, get the dress, shoes, and the makeup. Lily, clean Emma up, get her hair and makeup done. We’ll organize with my husband to arrange a carriage to circle back around with Emma after enough guests have arrived. Ben will cover Lily’s work and Rita will finish what Emma cannot on the pies and pastries. We had little time as it was. I expect everything you have and more. This must be perfect.” Her repeated words from the master were not lost on their audience and the group burst into frenzied action, working as the well-oiled machine they might just have to be to survive.

Emma could see the blur of motion in her peripheral vision, but her eyes were still locked with the cook’s. She wanted to beg. Get down on her knees if she had to, but there was an unbreakable determination in the brown eyes that stared at her. The cook spoke three words to Emma before releasing her, the words her eyes had been conveying, the words Emma knew she was helpless to defy. “We need you.”

“My…my pies,” was all Emma could think to say.

“Get as slot oyna far as you can. You have fifteen minutes.” The cook responded then moved into the rushing crowd of servants to play her essential role as the machine’s engine and engineer.

Emma had never worked with so much focus in her life. Her efforts put all previous definitions of multi-tasking to shame. It was the only thing that kept her mind from what exactly she had been recruited for. I’m going to die and all I can think about is having the perfect thickness of pie crust, Emma chastised herself in a singular moment of mental clarity as she rolled out the tenth crust to an even parchment thickness.

It was with robotic emotionlessness that Emma handed the unfinished pies over to Rita and followed Lily and Gretchen to be bathed, primmed and propered. It was nearly six when the trio finished their work and stepped back to observe their success.

“Wow,” Lily gave a small gasp.

“Damn girls,” Gretchen added with a satisfied smirk. “We are good.”

“What now?” Lily asked, still staring at their silent subject. Emma’s long brown hair hung around her shoulders in soft ringlets. Her green eyes sparkled under long dark lashes, accented by soft blue eyeshadow.

“We show Mabel and then get her to the stables. The first guests will be arriving in a few minutes.” Gretchen provided, grabbing Emma by the nail polished hand and pulling her back towards the kitchen.

The cook paused in her work long enough to look Emma over from head to foot approvingly, then dismissed them, “Good luck, Emma. Remember, no one notices a servant. Just blend in.”

Scene 2

Emma was quickly discovering that heels would be the bane of her existence if not the end of it. How was she supposed to look natural in these impractical things that sank into the ground with every step? She gripped the edges of the frilly blue dress stolen from the master’s dead daughter, hoping to keep the dirt from reaching it. She’d never been this clean in her life and she was expected to stay that way. The trip to the stables made that task almost impossible.

The small group worked their way along the edge of the tree line, trying to keep Emma and her bright blue dress from standing out as much as they obviously did. The fact that every available eye was focused on the front of the house and the main entry hall was the group’s only saving grace.

The stable master immediately refused to provide the requested services and for a moment Emma thought she might be saved. When Lily explained that his wife was the one giving the orders, the large statured man gave a growling sigh and several choice curses before ordering his underlings to quietly rig up one of the carriages. There was barely time to realize this was all really happening before Emma found herself shoved into the awaiting carriage and she was off.

The beating of the horse’s hoofs on the hard-packed dirt path matched Emma’s heart beat as it thudded in her ears. She stared out at the deep orange and pink sky and wondered why she’d never appreciated its beauty before. The trees along the side of the road seemed to be waving at her in the gentle evening breeze, a calm tranquility in stark contrast to her feeling of impending doom.

They all expected her to somehow pull this off. Blend in and then what? Learn some vital piece of information and report back? Her stomach did a barrel roll as she realized she had no escape plan. No way to call for help or to share what she learned. They’d worked so hard to get her here, with no thought of what would happen next.

As the carriage pulled up in front of the Belmont manor, Emma tried desperately to contain the panic that was threatening to overwhelm her. All she wanted to do was make a break for it. Throw these god damned shoes as far as she could chuck them and bolt into the trees. But then, the carriage door was being opened and a somewhat familiar head was tipped down, offering his hand to help her out without offending her by making eye contact. She took it for lack of anything else to do and slowly stepped out of the carriage onto the manor’s front entryway.

Emma’s mouth gaped open as she took in the scene before her. She wasn’t sure she’d ever even seen the front of the house before, let alone all strung up with lights. It was beautiful. Every inch of the front façade sparkled like the night sky. A perfectly manicured lawn spread out before her, flowers flanking on either side providing an aisle by which she would reach the front of the house and the dark double oak doors. The doors stood open and from them poured music, laughter, light, the smell of delicious food, and even from this distance a touch of warmth that fought off the evening chill. She wandered forward, drawn like a moth to the flame.

As she reached the door, the luxuries of a life she’d never had washing towards her, a familiar face turned towards her from his place at the door. Suddenly, canlı casino siteleri Emma was rooted to the spot, her breath caught in her throat. Master Belmont had turned his piercing gaze on her and he was smiling.

“Welcome,” her master said, extending his hand towards her. There was a charm to his voice that Emma had never heard before. “I don’t believe I’ve ever had the pleasure. I’m Ranald Belmont, mayor of the Bloodlands and your host.” When Emma didn’t react, he reached his extended hand down and took her hand in his, bringing it to his lips for a quick kiss. “And you are?” He prompted.

“Mary Jessip,” Emma tried not to stammer as she gave the name Gretchen and Lily had come up with. She’d thought their backstory efforts were ridiculous and fanciful, but now, standing in front of her master in his daughter’s clothes, the lengthy if flimsy tale of her life was her life raft.

“Jessip?” Emma’s master asked running the name and face through his mind slowly.

This is it. How did anyone think this would work? Emma thought, not sure if she was more disappointed in her colleagues or herself.

“I don’t think I’ve had your family as my honored guests before, Miss Jessip.” Her master provided, releasing her hand and giving a tiny bow.

Or not. “My father just bought land at the edge of the Bloodlands. My uncles inherited the family land in the Dales and my father felt his fortune would be of more use if he wasn’t under the shadow of his brothers.” Emma quoted Gretchen trying to add the accents and affectations the scullery maid had used. The frivolous novels Gretchen’s boyfriend, Ben, had poo pooed had come through in the end. Master Belmont smiled brightly at Emma’s story and ushered her through the door into the grand entry, accepting her apology for having no servants at the new manor to bring to the party.

Emma was escorted from one end of the room to the other and introduced to the masters of the families around the whole of the Bloodlands. Some faces were familiar while others she doubted she’d ever seen, but no matter how many times she had seen them, these people had apparently never seen her. No one notices a servant, Emma repeated to herself over and over again, watching as the guests’ servants retreated into the background to be completely ignored. It had become her mantra, her calming phrase with each reintroduction to a master she knew well already.

It was seven o’clock before Emma was finally released from her master’s eager attention. The hors d’oeuvres were all but devoured and the crowd was being led to the grand hall for the main course. Emma followed directions, moving with the stream as the buffet tables against the far wall were systematically swarmed. Guests with mounded plates milled through the half of the room by the buffet tables before finding seats around the large wooden tables with their red table cloths. The other half of the room stood empty. The scraping of chairs against the hardwood floor and the buzz of voices filled the large space, bouncing off the hard walls. The guests didn’t seem to mind the noise, only increasing their volume when their conversation partner was more than a seat away.

Emma filled a plate and took a seat. Blend in. She spoke when asked a direct question, but for the most part she simply listened to the idle gossip, the business updates, and the daily life complaints of the people around her. It all seemed so trivial to her. These were the heads of rich families that kept the money of the area flowing, yet nothing they said seemed to matter. They had the same trials and triumphs that she heard shared daily in the kitchen, just on a larger scale. Emma had been told to listen and report back, but what was there to report? That Edmund Gretten had caught the bugger stealing his chickens? That George Fischer was renting a room to his wife’s cousin’s son? That Rodney Coleson couldn’t get his plow to turn the soil which was hard and dry?

As the last of the guests finished their meals, the crowd was invited to abandon their plates for refreshments and dancing. A line of servants, the ones who had ushered in the guests at the front of the house, removed the covering from a long line of tables housing bottles of every kind of liquor and mixer Emma had ever seen. Interspersed with the bottles and punch bowls were several of her own confectioneries. The servants took the covering, then all of the plates and disappeared into the back of the manor. Clearly, they had been ordered from the party and to their quarters the same as the kitchen servants had been.

Once again, the crowd surged forward, though this time not all for the tables. The band, which had been playing light music throughout the dinner had picked up a loud and steady dance tune and partners were taking to the floor. Emma stood at the edge of the dance floor, blending in with the guests who stood watching the dancers. It was enthralling. The beat of the music exactly matching the beating of the dancers’ feet. The swirl of beautiful dresses as the women in them were spun in slow circles. The flow of partners in step with each other streaming around other partners like the dance of autumn leaves caught in a breeze.

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Took me so long to do a sequel to this. I hope it was worth the wait. Just to repeat about us in case you don’t remember how we look! My name is Jenny and I am 18. I am 5 feet 2 inches, with a figure that makes heads turn. The only problem is my bust. I am an A cup and that has been something that gives me a certain amount of pain and rejection by most guys. My mom wanted me to go under the knife to augment my little beauties, but I didn’t want to. The only consolation was that my nipples were bigger than average being puffier than normal. To my surprise I never got to a point where I could dazzle a guy with those pink beauties. Finally I did dazzle someone with my pink nipples and that was the biggest surprise of my life.

My mom is hot for her age of 42 with awesome C cups. She is petite like me, but that’s where the resemblance ends. Her body is curvy and her tummy virtually flat with a slight bump right above her waist line that makes her look sexy in figure hugging dresses. She loves to flaunt her assets and gets a load of stares every time she goes out. She divorced my dad when I was in my early teens. She spends a significant amount of time in the gym keeping her trim body in shape. My mom has a step sister. She is 27 and single. She is top heavy with D cups and follows my mom in the tummy department. However, she is taller than mom by a few inches and her dark hair is cut short giving her a Lois Lane like appearance. Every time she visited us, I would stare at her breasts and wish I had half of what she had.

So after my Threesome with Kelly and her sister, Kelly started pestering me to invite her home for a weekend. I was quite nervous about asking mom as I was not sure if Kelly had any sense of control. However, a few days later in class she started texting me asking about how my mom looked under her dress. She started saying what she would do to her, step by step. I thought I would get caught by the teacher as Kelly’s chat messages kept taking most of my attention.

The way she was articulating the step by step process of seducing my mom was getting me so turned on. It was getting so hot and when Kelly texted that she was so wet and needed me. I was squirming in my seat and my panties were so wet. I excused myself out of the class and collected my bag from the locker. We had just a few minutes to finish anyway. The long corridor of the science building led to a staircase that was rarely used. Kelly asked me to meet her there. I rushed there with my heart in my mouth. The thought of doing this in school and the danger of being caught made it even sexier.

The door at the bottom of the fire exit was half open and I pushed it open. I climbed the stairs eagerly looking for Kelly. She was right at the top of the third floor inside a little room that housed a bank of power switches and some firefighting equipment. I wondered how she knew of this place. She locked the door behind me. I was sweating by the time I reached her. She wore a sleeveless dress that showed off her cleavage as the glow from the small windows gave an eerie glow making her look like someone out of a vampire movie. There were buttons from top to bottom at the front of her dress. I wore a soft cotton skirt and a blouse which had a string of buttons at the front as well. My breasts were encased in a bra that made the nipples stand out against the material. After my lesbian encounters, I started showing off my nipples a lot more by wearing sexier bras. I rushed to her and without saying a word she grabbed me and pushed me against the wall.

“Hey, wait, I am sweating like a pig. And how did you find this place?” I whispered urgently. My soggy panties did little to contain the gush of fresh wetness that was pushing the limits of my panties that were being tested severely. I dropped my bag as I tried to calm her down.

“You could say that a friend told me about this place,” she said mysteriously, stopping for a few seconds, although not answering my question.

She started to lick my neck. Her closeness and warmth got my blood boiling. The sensual smell of hers mingled with a slight sheen of sweat was good enough to literally eat her alive.

“Mmmm I love your sweat!”

She licked it off slowly, making me break out in goosebumps. Her hands shook as they held me against the wall. Her whole body seemed to tremble. I turned my face towards hers and started kissing her, my hands coming up to her face and sucking her lips like I hadn’t seen her in years. It felt like that. Her text messages had really got me going. She pushed her thigh between my legs and spread them open, seeking my mound after gently lifting my skirt. I moaned into her mouth as I rocked my crotch against the soft material of her dress. She lifted it so that she could rub her pussy against my thigh too. The feel of her silky thigh was sending shivers up and down my spine. We were both trying to get the best of each other’s thighs. I loved the feel of her thighs that had virtually imprisoned me between them. Her body mashed against mine and I could feel the full length of it. A woman’s soft body was becoming casino oyna quite erotic for me although I was yet to try the opposite end of the gender spectrum.

Her phone suddenly chimed and in the confines of the room it seemed quite loud. Kelly stopped me for a moment to pick it up from the floor where she had carelessly put it. She smiled and looked at me after reading what I guessed to be a text. Without a word she walked to the door and unlocked it and I was shocked to see one other girl enter. I tried to cover myself up hurriedly. My face was starting to blush deep red as I tried to look down studying the floor eagerly. But I couldn’t help it. I looked up.

Kelly smiled at me and winked without a care in the world. The girl had another girl in tow. The first girl was Anna and she looked gorgeous. She had blond hair and a cheer leader figure that was not too chubby and not so slim either. She was a boy’s wet dream as she cheered the football team to victory most of the time. The story was that most guys came to see her cheer rather than watch the game. This was mainly because we lost most of our games. Her D cups strained against the t-shirt she wore and her knee length skirt exposed a lot of her legs that seemed to climb endlessly into her skirt. The girl behind her, Jess, was one of those girls you would never give a second glance. The quiet nerdy type that had her head buried in books the whole time. She was in most of my classes and was mostly invisible. She usually wore lose fitting clothes which comprised of a shirt and a selection of pants that never gave us any hope to even think of what was underneath. She was blushing like crazy as her gaze went to me and rested briefly on my face and went lower and then it went to Kelly who looked like someone who had started on something naughty. There was a slight reddish hue on her face. Then it came back to my face and I thought I saw a hint of a smile. She wore a loose shirt and a loose pair of pants. She was taller than I had imagined. Her hair was tied hastily and her glasses were missing.

I looked inquiringly at Kelly. She smiled sheepishly and said, “This is the friend I was talking about. “

I was speechless and must have looked annoyed as well. How could she let someone else know about this?

Anna spoke. “Its cool. We won’t talk about this with anyone. This is our little love nest. Jess and I weren’t going to do this today. But the thought of you two being here gave us some amount of motivation. So we decided to crash the party. But we could go if you are not comfortable.”

I shook my head. By this time, Jess had moved closer to Anna and started to run her hands all over her. I was amused by how wrong we could be about people and chastised myself for assuming things. As I watched, Anna calmly let Jess run her hands all over her. They started to kiss.

Kelly came closer and pushed me against the wall again, starting from where we had left off. My attention was on the other couple as my friend started to kiss me. Anna watched me with Kelly as Jess pushed her towards the same wall I was leaning against.

I turned my head towards them as Kelly pushed my legs apart as before and started rubbing against my leg. Anna turned her head towards me as her partner lifted her t-shirt exposing a bright red bra. The flash of color and female curiosity dragged my eyes away from her face to her chest. Jess looked slyly at me and saw where my eyes were. I kept watching her as she took one breast out. It looked big and honestly made me want to reach over and suck it. I was reminded of a porn star I had seen with big natural breasts. They definitely looked natural and were sparsely dotted with freckles that made her even sexier.

Jess smiled and she brought her lips to the breast she held and started to suck it noisily making the blonde moan. I half thought she was teasing me.

“Oh god, you are so wet. I can feel it trickling down. Did I do that?” Kelly murmured watching where my eyes were at.

“Yes you did, you little slut!”

“Will you let me lick her?” she said without mentioning the mom part.

“Oh god, stop saying that!”

“Tell me little slut. Will you let me fuck her?”

Her crotch pressed against my thigh pushing me back against the wall. Her gaze was intense and hot. She stopped her movements and pushed her hand under my chin lifting it up towards her.

“Tell me now!”

I tried to rub against her and she put her other hand on my thigh and pulled back, stopping it.

“Tell me now and I will make you cum so hard.” she said licking my face tenderly.

“Tell her she can,” said another voice. It was Anna and I was shocked to see her smiling. I wondered what her reaction would be if she knew who it was that Kelly wanted to fuck. Jess was busy with the D cups.

I nodded and my voice was barely a whisper and I heard myself say,” Yes.”

“Promise?”

“Yes I promise.”

“Will you join us too?”

“Yes, if you want me to.”

I felt a whisper of hot air on my face. Anna had scooted closer and when I turned, my lips were slot oyna so close to hers. She must have scooted down as I definitely knew she was much taller. I dared not move any further.

“You can kiss her,” said a calm voice. It was Jess. I felt so kinky and shy at the same time. I had never imagined kissing a pretty girl like Anna. Jess rose up and kissed Anna’s lips. She pulled away and looked at me and then at her partner. I was blushing like a school girl (no pun intended). I looked at Anna’s lips. They were succulent and inviting. She had this cute way of pouting them. Jess had equally sexy lips with a smaller mouth. I gazed at them too, my eyes then invariably moved lower, wondering how big her breasts were. She might have read my mind since she unbuttoned her shirt to let me see her deep cleavage. I gasped at the lovely breasts barely covered by a half cup bra. I would never have imagined them under a nerdy girl like her and I guess I was wrong all along.

My hand was on auto-pilot when it reached over and cupped the half-cup bra. I pushed my hand inside the cup, feeling the warmth of her breast. The nipple was hard and grew as I fiddled with it. I was surprised at my actions more than anyone in the room. Touching a girl I barely knew seemed so erotic at that time.

“Do you like my girl?”

I looked at Anna, not saying anything, but my hand stopped its quest for a moment.

“Mmmmm so you don’t want me?” she said, her lips pouting more.

“I do,” I said, somewhat shocked at my answer.

“Then show it. Then you can have her too,” she said moving her lips towards mine even more.

She stopped so close and I started kissing her slowly and tentatively at first. I started to kiss her lips. It was tentative at first as I couldn’t believe I was kissing the most popular girl in school. My fingers were on Jess’s nipple and the kiss increased in intensity as I got more and more comfortable. I pinched Jess’s nipple, making her gasp. Kelly was watching us, wide eyed. I pulled Jess towards us and she joined our kiss. Both ladies had wonderful kissable lips and after a few moments I was deeply kissing Jess. Her kiss was even more erotic than Anna’s. Her mouth opened slowly like the petals of a flower and engulfed mine. I felt Anna’s tongue lick where our two mouths were joined. It was a strange but sexy sensation. She licked it as if she were licking pussy. I turned towards her and kissed her while Jess did the same. Her tongue was wet and warm. I pulled back to let her tongue join us. It was an awesome threeway kiss.

Kelly butted in and the two girls made way for us to start kissing. Kelly moaned pressing herself against me. She was breathing like a horse that had run the derby.

“Oh gosh, it was hot seeing you with them!”

I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Anna.

“Jess wants to know if she can switch partners with Kelly. Would you mind?”

I blushed red.

“She likes you a lot,” she said smiling. I looked over at Jess, she nodded in assent, her eyes fluttering.

“Only if you let me kiss your breasts once at least,” I countered.

Wordlessly, Anna turned towards me and presented her melon-like breasts. Some big breasted women are chubby. Anna’s slimmer although larger frame, made her breasts even seem bigger. She watched my reaction as I stared at them. I lifted my hands to cup them and lifted them feeling their weight. The nipples were well within the reach of my mouth. I smelled her sensual fragrance as I ran my lips over the expansive area taking my time. The goosebumps on her skin told me that it was exciting for her. I licked around her nipples that has cute dimples right in the middle. I played with them, squeezing and lifting and feeling the sheer size of them until I got enough of them into my memories to relish for the rest of my life.

“That was one long kiss,” Anna said chuckling gently. I took no notice. I licked her breasts all over as if it was for the first and last time. Then I stopped and looked at Kelly questioningly.

She looked at Anna and me and then said, “Hell yeah!”

Kelly moved away from me, letting Jess take over. Anna pulled Kelly over and they started to kiss deeply. Jess came over and stood a few inches away, unsure what to do. I took the initiative by taking her shirt completely off. Then I undid her bra. The gorgeous babies jumped out of the confines of her bra. They were lovely c cups. Her skin was smoother than Anna’s and creamy. She unbuttoned her pants and pushed them down exposing a lacy pair of panties. I took my blouse completely off and then the skirt. I was conscious of my small breasts so I left my bra on. I started caressing her skin making her breakout in goosebumps. Her hips were shapely and fairly wide. Her thighs were nicely built and smooth to the touch. Her nipples were a darkish pink bursting with energy. The surfaces was marked with little bumps that made me want to lick them. I did just that. Her breasts smelled of a combination of sweat and a faint fragrance of perfume. I moved closer and started licking them and the nipples got hard. Jess cupped canlı casino siteleri my bra and squeezed. She reached behind me to unsnap my bra. I felt myself holding my breath as the bra came off momentarily stopping my quest. She gasped as she saw how long my nipples were. Her expression was like of a little kid with a toy. She looked at my face and smiled as she explored my nipples with her fingers making them ache.

She looked at me inquiringly and I just waited. She bent to them and started licking one tenderly and sucked the whole thing into her mouth. Her gentle sucking made me pull her to me. She bit them gently and kept tugging at them holding them between her teeth. I loved it. She stopped for a moment and looked up.

“Your nipples are hot,” she whispered and bent over them to suck them some more. She toyed with them with her lips and tongue sending electrical signals down my spine. I was dripping again.

“Thank you, and you are gorgeous too,” I said.

I began to kiss her nipples and sucked as much of her breast as I could into my mouth. Her torso pushed towards me. Her crotch was starting to find a place to rub against. Jess pushed her thigh between mine and pushed into me. I pulled her closer, making her rub her crotch against my thigh finding her lovely mouth again. Her warm breasts mashed into my body. It was so comfortable hugging her.

We kissed each other furiously. I felt her starting to dominate me. Her kisses were intense. I realised that I loved being kissed like this. Being pushed helplessly against the wall made it even nicer. She held my hands above my head as she kissed deeply, our bodies merging into one. Our mouths merged into each other where it was difficult to figure out the ownership of each part. Her saliva was all over my face. We kept kissing like long lost lovers for what seemed like ages. I felt the smooth curves of her back sliding my hands up and down, grabbing bits of her flesh, kneading each bulge. She moved even closer, slowly rocking her body against me. Her panties were soggy and I could feel her wetness seeping onto my thigh.

Her warm body was so comfy and I wanted her to hug me forever. I ran my hand inside the elastic of her panties and cupped her butt cheek. Then I moved lower and felt her crack, exploring her little brown hole. She moaned into my mouth and her rocking against my body increased in its intensity. I could feel her nipples burning into my skin. We had to break our kiss as it was too much. I gasped and took a deep breath as if waking from a dream state.

I looked over at the other couple. Anna was kneeling before Kelly and licking her tummy. They were both naked. Anna was super hot with her lovely cheerleader body and D cups. Kelly was lost in the throes of passion. She glanced at us from time to time and seemed to be loving every minute of it. They were very close to us so I reached over and kissed her mouth while Jess started to tongue my ear. Anna reached between us and pinched my long nipples. She pushed Jess back and she had to lift herself only marginally to reach the long nipples and sucked them for a few seconds. Then Kelly started to complain, so she went back to licking Kelly’s tummy.

It was my turn to dominate. I reversed our positions and turned Jess, pushing her back against the wall. I lifted her hand and licked her armpit. The saltiness and her unique fragrance made me weak with desire. She moaned as I bit the skin of her armpit.

“Oh gosh yes! No one has ever done that to me,” she whimpered as I licked her there. Then I licked her neck making her gasp.

“I used to fantasise about you Jenny. You are hotter than I thought,” she said, gasping as my tongue tasted her armpit.

I smiled and moved to her breasts. I sucked one hard into my mouth. She moaned my name pulling my head to her. I bit it some more. I could feel the hard nipple. I held her breasts close to each other and licked her cleavage. She was going crazy. Her nipples were gorgeously hard. I sucked each one into my mouth, gently holding it between my teeth while I sucked as much of it as I could. It was impossible to be quiet and my mouth made smacking noises as I tried to suck most of her flesh. She loved it urging me to suck more.

Then she turned the tables on me and pushed me against the wall again. “God, I love your nipples!”

She attacked them with her mouth. She sucked them so hard that I almost screamed. Her tongue went over and over the hard pinky sized nipples. I moaned and reached down to cup her pussy. The panties were drenched and I went inside. She moaned as my fingers found her opening and my finger was inside her. She screamed into my breast as I pushed it deep.

“Oh god, I wish we had a dildo,” she moaned into my breast.

I suddenly remembered what I had brought for lunch. I pushed her away and asked her to close her eyes and when she didn’t, I took my blouse and wrapped it around her eyes. The other couple watched us in amusement. She didn’t protest much and kept asking what I was upto. I found what I was looking for in my lunch box. It was a banana. I quickly peeled it off and pushed it slowly into her mouth. She shuddered and started licking it like a cock. It was so hot to see her licking the tip. I knelt in front of her and quickly pushed her panties down.

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Coming it Part 16

DJ and Jamie visit Disney World

DJ models his sexy swim trunks

Girls are chasing after DJ and Jamie

DJ assumes his new position

Joe’s and Doug’s wedding plans are completed

DJ Part 16

Thursday night Jamie, DJ and I all got off work at 9:00 PM, and drove back to our house for the night. DJ had told Jamie that Joe was cooking and would have supper ready for all of us. The kitchen had a very enticing aroma when we walked in together. Joe dished up side dishes of steamed broccoli, and placed the pot of his creation on a mat in the center of the table. Whatever it was sure smelled good.

I dished a good portion on my plate, but the boys both took only a small spoonful, at first. After tasting it, they both took a much larger portion.

“Joe,” DJ inquired, “what do you call this?”

“I don’t know if it really has a name. It’s ground beef, onions, slivered almonds, and mushrooms, then a quart of beef broth, and rotini cooked in it, absorbing the broth, and, of course, some seasonings. Do you like it?” DJ nodded.

“Joe,” Jamie replied, “it’s scrumptious!

“What time is your air flight, Monday?” Joe asked.

“I don’t know,” Jamie replied, “Dad’s got the tickets.”

“We need to know,” Joe responded, “Somebody’s got to take you scalawags to the airport Monday, and someone’s got to pick you up when you get back Friday night.”

“Carl’s at work right now,” I said, “Let me call Karen, she may know.” I placed a call to Karen.

“OK,” I said, “Karen’s going to have Carl call me in the morning after he gets up, and give me the info.”

“I think I’m going to need to buy a suitcase,” DJ remarked.

“I don’t think so, DJ,” Joe said, “I’ve got one of those big ones, with wheels on the bottom. You guys are only going to be gone for 5 days, and I think it’s large enough to hold both of your clothes, you might want to take some carry-ons, like your back packs.”

“Baby,” Jamie said, “we share everything else, we can share a suitcase.” DJ nodded.

“I guess,” DJ added, “we’re going to need to pack, over the weekend. Joe, dinner was very tasty, and different. I could easily handle that meal again, in the near future.”

“Guys,” Joe replied, “there isn’t enough left to bother saving, can’t you guys finish it off?” The boys, both smiling, divided the remainder between their plates, and it soon disappeared down into their stomachs.

While Joe and I cleaned off the table and I assisted Joe with the dishes, Jamie and DJ sneaked off into the den and fired up the play station. None of us had to work early tomorrow, both boys were due at 3:00 and 4:00, DJ closing at 9:00 PM and Jamie at 11:00. Joe and I slipped off to bed, leaving the boys playing games.

Daryl was finished at his former store, and scheduled to work on New Years Day at 2:00 PM at the CVS store here in town. He was taking advantage of having the weekend off, and was hoping to get as much as possible done, getting things arranged in their new home. Randy was scheduled to open our store on Friday morning.

* * * * * *

Friday morning, December 29th, Randy and Daryl got up about 8:00 AM. Daryl had worked hard all day Thursday, trying to get at least some of their stuff organized. Randy said he was dying for a shower, and was prepared to take one right then. While Randy was showering, Daryl started a pot of coffee brewing, then joined Randy in that large shower stall, and they thoroughly enjoyed their first shower together in their new home.

Daryl had done a little grocery shopping Thursday evening while Randy was still working that double shift. He also had made some headway at the house, organizing most of the dishes, utensils and small appliances in the kitchen, as well as their toiletries and towels and wash cloths in the bathroom.

“Baby, shall we do the Bojangle’s thing again this morning?” Randy suggested.

“Nope,” Daryl responded, “I’m cooking breakfast this morning, for my love and I! We have coffee ready now.” Randy smiled.

The two men went into the bedroom, found their underwear in some boxes, and t-shirts, slipped on their slippers and headed to the kitchen. Daryl turned on the broiler-oven to heat, poured two mugs of coffee, then retrieved two thin breakfast rib-eyes from the fridge, seasoned them and placed them in the broiler.

Sipping coffee in between, Daryl proceeded to fry eggs and make some toast. A few minutes later, Daryl sat at the table with his lover and they enjoyed steak and eggs for their first home cooked meal in their new home.

Randy, a couple of tears escaping his eyes, “Baby, someday you’re going to make some man an awesome husband. I’m so glad I fell in love with you!”

Daryl, bending over to give Randy a loving kiss on his lips, “I hope that ‘someday’ isn’t too far away, I love you so much!

“Hun, if you’ll excuse me, it’s 9:15 and I really, really need to shave before I go in to open the store this morning, it’s been 3 days. You’ve done a terrific job here, getting things together.”

“I’m casino siteleri glad I had these few days off, or I wouldn’t have been able to do very much. There is still a lot of stuff still packed, we ain’t done yet. What time would you like lunch?”

“Why?”

“Because, like a good boyfriend, I’m going to bring it to you. I can’t do that often, when we’re both working,” Daryl replied.

“OK, sweetheart,” Randy answered, smiling, “how about between 1:00 and 2:00. Maybe I’d better marry you soon, before some other guy comes along and grabs you up!”

Daryl, laughing, “I don’t think I’m quite ready to do that! I’m just a little too attached to you, to give you up that easily.”

Randy shaved, got dressed, kissed his lover goodbye, and headed out the door about 9:45 AM.

Randy got to the store at about 2 minutes before 10:00, unlocked the door and was followed inside by Cindy and Lois. They were all prepared for a typically busy Friday. DJ and I are both scheduled to come in at 3:00 PM.

* * * * * *

About 10:30 AM, DJ, Joe and I were at the table having coffee, and Jamie was, typically, nursing a glass of apple juice. My phone rang, and it was Karen.

“Good Morning, Karen,” I answered.

Carl, chuckling, “Good Morning Doug, but it’s Carl, on Karen’s phone. I guess we need to discuss getting the boys to and from the airport. Their departing flight is scheduled at 5:00 AM on the 1st, and that means they need to be there to check in by 4:00 AM. It’s about a one and a half to two hour drive to the airport, so they really need to leave here around 2:00 AM.”

“Doug, I’m off on Sunday, and New Years Day, so I can take them up to the airport, but I’ll be working Friday, and I cannot pick them up Friday evening. Their inbound flight is scheduled to arrive here at 8:20 PM, Friday night.”

“Carl, it looks like I need to talk to Randy. He’s pretty accommodating, and I think he may be able to let me go Friday evening about 6:00 PM, maybe 6:30, and I can go from the store right to the airport, and I should get there by around 8:00 PM.”

“That sounds like a plan, Doug. As I said, I’m off both Sunday and Monday. If the boys can have everything packed that they need from your house, they can come here, finish packing, and spend the night, and I can make certain we can leave here by 2:00 AM on Monday morning.”

“Great, Carl, I’ll talk to Randy when we go in to work today, at 3:00 PM. If there is a problem, I’ll get back in touch, but I don’t see a problem. Have a nice Friday.” We both hung up.

“OK boys,” I stated, “here’s the plan. You guys need to pack everything you need from here before Sunday evening, then you can go out to Jamie’s house, and pack whatever you need from there. You’ll spend the night, well, the three or four hours, at Jamie’s, and Carl will take you guys to the airport. You need to be there by 4:00 AM, as your flight is at 5:00 AM.”

“Wow,” Jamie exclaimed, “we’re leaving like in the middle of the night! Who’s going to get us, when we return?”

“Unless Randy throws a monkey wrench into the plan, I’ll be coming to the airport to get you guys, when your plane gets in at 8:20 Friday evening. I’ll talk to Randy today, worst case scenario is that you guys may need to hang around the airport until I can get there, which could be as late as 11:00 PM.”

“I think Randy will let you go early,” DJ remarked, “he really tries to do his people right. Dad, did you know that Randy is giving me a promotion?”

“No, I didn’t,” I answered, “Is that what he wanted to talk to you about yesterday?”

DJ, nodding, and beaming, “He’s promoting me to a trainer, I’ll be training any new cashiers that he hires. It came with a pay raise too, another fifty cents an hour, but I’ll still be mostly working as a cashier. It’s effective January 1st.”

Jamie, smiling, “DJ, you usually work about 30 hours a week, so that’s about a $15.00 a week raise! Baby, I’m so happy for you.”

“Son,” I stated, “I am so utterly proud of you, you’ve developed so much, just over the last 9 months, In a way, I hate losing the boy in you, but I welcome your growth into an incredible young man.”

“I have a feeling,” Joe remarked, smiling, “that the boy in both of these guys is going to rise up when they’re released on Disney World next week!” We all laughed.

“DJ,” Jamie spoke softly, “It’s only 11:30, and we don’t have to be at work until 3:00 and 4:00. Can we slip back to bed for a while?”

“Sure baby,” DJ replied, smiling. The two boys went back to bed.

DJ commented, “Why do I have this feeling you wanted us back here for something other than a little more sleep?”

“DJ, you owe me one,” Jamie said, mischievously.

“I do?”

“Baby, remember what we did in the shower a few days ago?” Jamie reminded, “I told you that next time I want to ride you.” Jamie is fondling DJ penis, which is starting to get hard.

“So I guess we need to take a shower?” DJ mentioned.

“Not really,” Jamie stated, “We can do it here, and the bed is much more slot oyna comfortable, and softer. If we use a condom, it won’t be nearly as messy. And we should have some, right next to the lube, here in the bed headboard storage place.”

“Do you know how to put them on, baby?” DJ asked.

“Well, I’ve never done it,” Jamie replied, “but they showed us in sex-ed class in school. If we both wear one, and we both get off, it won’t be messy at all, and our cum will be caught in the condoms.”

Jamie reached into the headboard storage area and picked up two condoms and a bottle of lube, and handed one of the condoms to DJ. They both opened them, Jamie showed DJ how to roll it down over his erection, and DJ followed suit.

Jamie lubed DJ’s condom covered erection well, then lubed his crack and boy pussey, using his finger to push some of the lube inside, and stretched his receptacle, preparing for a treat. Jamie then straddled his butt over DJ’s erect penis, a thigh on each side of DJ’s torso.

“I’m so ready for this baby, I can’t wait to feel you inside me. I’m new at this, but, well, here goes.”

Jamie started to push his anus onto the head of DJ’s cock, gradually letting his weight down until the head of DJ’s cock slipped through the sphincter ring, and let out a little cry.

“Are you OK Jamie?”

“Yeah—I think so, it just hurt a little more that I expected, I’m going to push down a little further. Oh, that’s feeling better, I want this so much.”

Gradually, Jamie started to slide his hole up and down over DJ’s cock, pushing a little further with each stroke. Finally there was no further to go as DJ’s cock was totally inside Jamie. Jamie then started a rhythmic up and down action on DJ’s cock. He then adjusted the angle of his orifice, causing the head of DJ’s cock to start hitting his sweet spot, and Jamie could feel his orgasm building.

“Oh, god, baby, this—feels—so—fucking—good! Are you—close?”

“Jamie, your pussy feels almost as good as your mouth. I’m not going to last very long.”

“DJ, I’m about to fill my condom, I’m—oh—fuck—I’m shooting.”

“Shiiiitttt—I’m right behind you, I’m cumming! I cummed!”

Jamie leaned down, DJ’s cock still in his ass, and mashed his lips onto DJ’s’ and they shared a romantic kiss, as both boys started to deflate.

“I think,” DJ whispered, “it’s all over, did you cum?”

“Big time, I filled this condom. I need to slide it off, or this cum is gonna run out. I don’t want to get up off you, you feel so good inside me!”

Jamie slid the condom off from his deflating penis, and tied the end, as one might tie a balloon. He could feel that DJ was also becoming flaccid. When Jamie finally started to raise his body up, DJ’s cock slipped out of the condom and Jamie grabbed the end of the condom and pulled it out of his hole. He held it up, and it looked like a rather large amount of DJ’s ejaculate ran down to the head end of it. Jamie held the open end to his mouth and drained the tasty cum, then swallowed it, grinning.

DJ, his mouth falling open, “I don’t believe you did that!”

“Why not, baby,” Jamie replied, smirking, “I wasn’t licking off the outside of it, just draining the inside, I wouldn’t want your sweet tasty cream going to waste.”

As the boys had discussed earlier, there was very little mess when using the condoms. They both used their mouths to gather any remaining man juice that might have been lingering on either the inside or the outside of each other’s cocks, then proceeded to get dressed.

* * * * * *

Friday afternoon, when DJ and I clocked in, I told Randy I needed to discuss something with him, and he asked me if it could wait until after Gloria arrived at 4:00, as we were quite busy, and I told him it was not terribly urgent.

When Gloria arrived, she was ecstatic, and couldn’t wait to show everyone the beautiful diamond that Jerry had given her on Christmas Day. She was now comfortable, and so proud to wear it. Every one of us offered congratulations on her engagement, but, of course, she wasn’t able to give us a date yet, as the Wedding Day was not yet confirmed.

Randy, a few minutes past 4:00, “Doug, what did you want to discuss with me?”

“Randy, I need a favor. I know you’re aware that DJ is going on vacation next week. Carl, Jamie’s Dad, is taking the boys to the airport on New Years Day, but he cannot pick them up on Friday evening, when they return. Can you possibly let me off by around 6:00 PM Friday so I can pick the boys up when their flight comes in, at 8:20 PM?”

“Doug,” Randy said, “I can do you that favor, but I need a couple favors in return. DJ normally works a double with Gloria on Tuesdays and usually cover’s your delivery shift on Wednesdays. I’ll get one of the girls to close Tuesday evening, if you can come in and open at 10:00 AM, as a cashier, then at 3:00 do your deliveries, and cashier in between. Can you handle an 11 hour shift?”

“I’m also going to need you to cover your own delivery shift from 3-9 on Wednesday, as DJ won’t be here to cover it.”

“I canlı casino siteleri can do that, Randy,” I replied, “since we’re closed New Years Day, so I won’t be working that Monday evening and I can be rested to do the 11 hours on Tuesday, and still do deliveries on Wednesday. I really appreciate your cooperation. DJ told us this morning that you gave him a promotion?”

Randy responded, “I may get some flack from a couple of the girls that have been here longer than DJ, but Gloria and I both feel that DJ is the most qualified person for the position. That young man is absolutely amazing! If DJ keeps his grades up, and manages to carry on to a four year college and get a pharmacist degree, he could eventually become a store manager.”

“As for next Friday evening,” Randy continued, “I’ll get you out of here at 6:00 PM, I wouldn’t want to see the boys stranded at the airport. I’m changing DJ’s schedule to an opener this Sunday, and out by 5:00 PM, as I’m sure he will have packing to do.”

* * * * * *

Jamie asked Anthony if he could be scheduled out early this Sunday, as he and DJ still needed to finish packing, and they would be leaving at 2:00 AM Monday morning for the airport.

“You know, Jamie,” Anthony stated, “you being gone for a week leaves us a little thin on servers, but it’s probably one of the best weeks to be short handed, as the first week of January is typically one of the slowest weeks of the year.”

Anthony continued, “I’ll let you out about 5:00 PM on Sunday, which is also New Years Eve. We tend to be quite busy on New Years Eve, but it’s mostly carry outs, for New Years Eve Parties, and not many eating in. You will be available to work on Saturday and Sunday, after you return, won’t you?”

“Yes, Boss,” Jamie replied, smiling, “I can close both nights, but I would appreciate not needing to come in too early on Saturday.”

“Jamie, call me Friday night after you land, and I will confirm your schedule for Saturday. We’re going to miss you next week, but we’re happy that you two are going to have some fun. I hope you guys don’t forget to come back home.” Anthony smiled.

Saturday, December 30th was pretty normal for everyone. Since Randy was letting DJ off early Sunday evening at 5:00 PM, he had asked DJ to do the opening shift Sunday at 10:00 AM. The boys were at our house both Friday and Saturday nights.

When Jamie got off at 11:00 PM on Saturday night, he brought an extra large pizza and fed the four of us. As DJ had to go in early on Sunday morning, the boys hit the sack shortly after.

We all got up early on Sunday morning, and had a pleasant breakfast together. DJ was to work at 10:00 AM and Jamie at 11:00. Joe and I both were scheduled to work at 3:00 on Sunday afternoon, and this would be the last time the four of us would be together until after the boys returned from Florida next Friday. Joe and I are really happy for the boys, but we know this next week is going to be pretty lonely for us, and likely for Carl and Karen too.

* * * * * *

Sunday, December 31st, while Joe and I were working, the boys got to our house about 5:30 PM and started their packing. About 7:00 PM they placed Joe’s big suitcase, and their backpacks, into Jamie’s car. Leaving the Tracker at our house, they went to the Seldon’s, arriving there a little before 7:30. They brought the luggage into the house, and Karen had an evening luncheon set up.

By 9:00 PM, the boys had finished up their packing. Jamie made certain that he packed DJ’s new sexy swim trunks as well as his own in the large suitcase. They laid out clean clothes to put on, and shared a shower, then slipped into bed to catch a couple hours sleep. Karen and Carl also went to bed about the same time.

Monday morning, January 1st, Carl and Karen’s alarm went off at 1:30 AM. Both jumped out of bed, Carl pulled on his briefs and Karen put on her robe, and she headed to the kitchen to turn on the coffee maker. Carl headed to the boy’s room, smiling as he looked down upon the two boys, cuddled and sleeping so peacefully. He reached down and quickly threw the covers off of them, exposing their naked bodies.

Carl, grinning, “OK guys, time to get moving, we gotta leave in half an hour!” Carl announced.

“Dad,” Jamie remarked, “you didn’t have to pull the covers off of us!” The two boys jumped off the bed, grabbing for their boxer-briefs.

Carl, laughing, “I just had to prove a point, that you guys don’t wear pajamas to bed, or even underwear. It’s not like I’ve never seen naked male bodies before. Coffee should be ready.”

As Carl and the boys entered the kitchen, Karen already had three mugs of coffee poured, a glass of juice for Jamie, and a plate of pastries in the center of the table. Karen disappeared to the bedroom to dress, and Carl soon followed. As soon as they ate and drank, the boys went to their room and got dressed, and Carl went out and started the CRX to warm up.

Karen had decided to go along for the ride, mostly to keep Carl company, and awake, on the way back home. It was actually close to 2:15 AM when they actually got under way, Karen in the front passenger seat, and the boys in the back. They arrived at the airport at 3:55 AM, and Carl handed the boys a handful of tickets and receipts.

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Jess was sitting naked across from me on my bed. Her legs were spread wide and she was rubbing her bare pussy.

“Come on,” Susie, “let’s go together.”

“I don’t know if I want to get waxed,” I replied. “Why don’t you just keep shaving?”

“It’s a pain,” she said.

“You shave your legs and pits, is running a razor over your pussy that much more?”

“Well, maybe if you offered to help…” Jess smiled as she rubbed herself.

“If I agreed, would you stop bugging me about waxing?”

“Sure, but I might need you to do it a lot,” my roommate said.

“God, you are such a slut,” I retorted and pushed my bare foot between her legs.

“Ooh, are you going to toe-fuck me now?”

We laughed and bent forward for a kiss. Kissing had become a big part of our daily interactions. Since the night we had a three-way with a tall, gorgeous redhead, Jess and I have enjoyed a physical closeness that added to our emotional bond. We were best friends, roommates, soul partners and semi-lovers. At times it was impossible to separate what we were at any one moment. The only rule we had was that we were not going to become full lovers. In our minds that meant, we would not go down on each other, insert our fingers or use a dildo on each other. Funny, how we developed these rules and still kissed and fondled each other a lot.

We would sleep in the same bed, not every night, but frequently. I loved the feeling of her naked body next to mine. Waking up in the morning to find her sexy butt pushed up against mine was a special pleasure.

“I never shaved anyone there,” I said.

“I trust you,” she replied and slipped a finger inside.

“Stop that, you’re turning me on,” I pleaded.

“And the problem is…?”

“The problem is we both have a ton of studying to do. I can’t concentrate looking at your body and watching you finger yourself. So, go put some clothes on.”

“I will if you promise you’ll shave my pussy this weekend.”

“God, the things I have to do to be your friend,” I whined.

Jess jumped up and went to her room. It took me a few minutes to clear my mind of the sight of her pretty open pussy just inches from me. I knew tonight I’d have a rendezvous with my vibe.

After a couple hours of straight studying, I stretched and went to the kitchen for a Diet Coke. As I passed Jess’ room I saw her sprawled on her bed amidst books and her laptop. Her black glasses were down to the tip of her nose and she was peering over them to read something from a text book. She was so engrossed in her work that she did not notice me in her doorway.

After a couple minutes she looked up and saw me.

“What?”

“You want something from the kitchen?”

“How about a DC and some pretzels?”

I nodded but didn’t leave.

“What?” she said, only this time with a rise in her voice.

“You are too cute for words. I love looking at you.”

Jess smiled. “You’re demented, but I love you anyway.”

I dropped her Coke off along with a bowl of pretzels.

“Mind if I sleep alone tonight?” I asked.

As was her habit, she peered at me over the rims of her glasses. “You know, Susie, you can masturbate in front of me. I won’t mind.”

“I bet you wouldn’t, pervert,” I said. “But, I’m still a little shy about that.”

“Suit yourself, but at least think of me.”

“That’s a given,” I said and bid her good night.

I finished my work and the soda. After hitting the bathroom, I crawled naked into bed and retrieved my vibe from the bedside stand. With the lights out, I started out slowly. Images of Jess from before with her pussy exposed floated in front of me. As I got wetter, I imagined Christa naked crawling on my bed. Predator eyes bore into me and her tongue flicked out and back of her lush lips. I inserted the vibe and increased the speed. As I was plunging and enjoying the sensations of being filled and tingled at the same time, an image of a tall, dark-haired women flashed through my mind. It was too quick for me to identify, although I had the feeling I knew her. I pushed my toy all the way in and came hard.

In the afterglow of my orgasm, I thought about the new woman who appeared in my fantasy. I still couldn’t bring her into focus, but it made me warm all over thinking about her. By now I was too tired to do anything but give into sleep.

***

Sunday rolled around and Jess and I were on edge anticipating another visit from Christa. She had promised us to come by and tell us about her date with Calvin, the football player. As much as we wanted to hear those details, I know both of us were wondering if we would have a repeat of the incredible three-way we experienced with Christa.

Jess was wearing sweats, top and bottom. I had dressed in jeans and a fleece pullover. As we sat on the couch going through the Sunday paper, I felt a familiar and totally unwelcome wetness.

“Fuck,” I shouted.

“What?” Jess asked.

“Just got my period,” I announced and headed to the bathroom to start attending to matters.

“Ooh, poor baby,” cried out Jess. casino oyna “Guess I might have to take care of Christa all by myself.”

“Bitch,” I yelled back. Damn it. She was right. I did not do sex when I was flowing. Damn it, damn it, damn it, I was looking forward to another session with Christa. She did things to me last time that completely destroyed my previous concept of what good sex was.

Ten minutes later I was back on the couch properly outfitted and wearing clean panties under my jeans.

Jess was humming a tune that started to get on my nerves when there was a knock at the door.

Jess ran and opened it to Christa.

God, she was beautiful. Today her red hair was worked up into some sort of bun on top. There were a few tantalizing straggles hanging along her long, pale neck. She wore a green turtleneck cotton shirt and black jeans. She dropped her coat on a chair and slipped off her long scarf. Her nipples were nearly bursting from the turtleneck. She kissed Jess and slipped her hands on her butt. Pulling Jess tight to her, she kept contact with her lips and one hand moved up her back and then disappeared in front. From Jess’ groan I suspected Christa had found Jess’ boob and was giving it all the attention it deserved.

Finally, they broke apart. Christa grinned as she approached me. She sat on the couch and pulled me into her arms. She kissed me and I felt myself wanting to melt into her body. Her hand grabbed the hem of my pullover and yanked it up exposing my right boob. In a second her lips had latched on to my nipple and heat raced through my veins. Her hand ventured toward my crotch, but I stopped her.

She looked up. “Time of the month,” I said.

“Doesn’t bother me,” she replied and bit on my nipple.

I moved her hand from my leg and said, “Sorry, it bothers me.”

She kissed my boob some more and then sat up. My top dropped down and my boob felt lonely.

“Got any food?”

We decided to order in a pizza and I offered to make Margaritas. By the time the pizza arrived we had finished one round and were on our second.

“This will be it for me,” Christa said. “I can’t stay long.”

I could see the disappointment in Jess’ eyes. Christa noticed it as well. “Hey, I’ve got a lot of work piled up and I need the time. Sorry.”

“Don’t let this college stuff take away from what’s important,” said Jess.

“Like wild, deviant sexual encounters?” teased Christa.

“Exactly,” Jess replied.

“So, how’d it go with Calvin last night?” I asked.

“Nice. We went out for pizza. I better be careful with all this pizza or I won’t be able to fit in my jeans.”

Jess leaned forward, placing a hand on Christa’s thigh. “Anytime you want help getting out of them, you know who to call.”

“God, you’re incorrigible,” I said.

“If that’s another word for horny,” Jess said, “Then damn sure I am.”

“Thanks,” said Christa, “I’ll keep that offer in mind. Anyway, we spent the evening talking. He’s a pretty cool guy. Like Paul, he’s serious about college and is using football as a way to get a good education. He’s planning on law school. You look at him and just think jock, but there’s a lot there. I had fun.”

“That’s it?” cried Jess. “No sex? No show me yours? No throw him on the bed and fuck his brains out?”

Laughing Christa said, “Nope. Just boring old talking, person to person.”

“Guy is gay,” proclaimed Jess. “Definitely has to be gay.”

“Don’t think so,” said Christa. “I think he is really a nice guy. We had fun and agreed to go out again. Maybe next time something will happen that will appeal to your demented sense of relationships.”

“Better happen,” said Jess. “I want details and the more salacious the better.”

Christa and I said at the same time, “Salacious?”

“Yeah, I can use big words, bitches. I’m not all just a hot body.”

“I’ll take your word on your ability with language,” said Christa. “But, I have no doubt about the hot body part.” She slid her hand up Jess’ thigh. Jess squirmed and smiled a lot.

“Hey, I really have to run,” said Christa. “Let’s make plans to get together soon. Jess, we can talk after Comm class.”

Jess stood and moved in front of Christa. I was across the table from them.

Christa stared at the lower part of Jess at eye level. She reached out and pulled Jess’ sweatpants done, exposing her bare pussy.

“Hmm, keeping it smooth, I see.” She ran her hand over the mound and her finger traced a trail through the swollen lips.

“Yes,” Jess said, trying to control her breath. “I made Susie promise to help me keep it smooth.”

“I’m sure that’s not a hardship,” she said and I watched as one finger vanished inside of Jess.

“Oh, god, that feels so good,” Jess said.

Christa moved her face forward and let her tongue run up between the folds and end at the bump. Jess’ ass was bouncing in reaction and she had grabbed her own boobs under her top.

Christa pumped quickly, added two more fingers, and pumped. She kept her tongue in contact with the clit, which she slot oyna now exposed with her thumb. I didn’t know how Jess could last much longer. She didn’t. I saw Christa’s lips close on Jess’ clit and suck. Jess cried out and her knees buckled. Christa pulled her face away and used two hands on Jess’s butt to steady her.

Once Jess gained control, Christa offered me her fingers, still covered with my roommate’s slickness. I smiled and shook my head. Christa cleaned her own fingers. She then pulled up Jess’ pants. Standing, she kissed Jess and hugged her.

“I really have to go,” Christa said. “Jess, you are delicious. Thank you.”

Christa came around to me as I rose. We hugged and kissed. Her lips had a faint trace of Jess, but the softness and warmth of them was all I could focus on.

Two minutes later, Christa was out the door and Jess and I were sprawled on the couch.

“She’s a witch or she-devil,” said Jess. “How could she make me cum so fast and so hard?”

I assured her I had no idea. “You aren’t complaining, are you?”

“Fuck, no. I’ll take all of that I can get.”

Jess closed her eyes and soon was napping. I threw a blanket over her and cleaned up the kitchen. I went to my bed and attempted to read a couple chapters of an assigned book. I tried to concentrate, but my mind kept drifting back to watching my roommate have an orgasm. My hands also kept slipping to my nipples and playing with them. Images of that red hair tight against Jess’s pussy seared my brain. Thinking about her lips on my nipple made me squeeze my legs together as I pinched that nipple. Another flash of shiny, dark hair hovering on my chest and another set of lips on my nipple unsettled me. Rather than try to unravel the puzzle, I just let my imaginary lovers ravish me. All in all, it wasn’t a bad Sunday afternoon.

The next week was ordinary to the point of bordering on boredom. Jess and I spent most of our time cracking the books and working on papers for our classes. We managed to sleep together on Thursday. I noticed a difference as we lay naked together. Certainly we showed affection, but neither of us initiated much sexual touching. I enjoyed feeling her naked breasts pushing into mine, but neither of us touched or kissed each other’s breasts. We lay entwined but did not engage in sensual kissing. I enjoyed this closeness. It wasn’t sexual, it was comforting.

I tried to uncover why both of us were behaving this way. In the back of my mind, I kept coming back to our last encounter with Christa. I wondered if the orgasm Christa provided Jess somehow shifted the equation a bit. Maybe Jess was thinking that she wanted Christa to herself and not have to share her with me. At first I thought I should be offended. The more I thought about it, however, the less I resented the idea. As we drifted to sleep in each other’s arms, I felt at peace with the relationship Jess and I had formed. Even though I might miss the intensity of sex with Christa, I could see myself stepping aside and letting Jess move forward.

Strange feelings. It’s not like I was waiting for someone else. At least I didn’t think so. My last clear thought before sleep overtook me was walking down a long hall trying to follow a shining mass of black hair. Every time I got close, the person faded away.

Christa called and begged off our plan to get together on Saturday. She told Jess there were some other things she had to do. Jess was a little pissed that Christa was not more specific.

She tossed her phone on the couch. “This sucks,” she said. “All revved up and nowhere to go.”

“Poor baby,” I offered in mock sympathy. “There’s always your trusty battery-powered companion.”

“Yeah, but I was kina looking forward to something a little more edgy.” Jess looked at me for a long time.

Finally, I gave in. “What?”

“I know we agreed not to, you know, like do each other. But…”

“Jess, I don’t want to have sex with you.”

“Let me finish,” she said. “But, how about we masturbate together. You know watch each other.”

I had never done that before. Even though I had full sex with Christa while Jess watched, I still felt that masturbation was such a private activity that I couldn’t engage in group masturbation. I explained this to Jess.

“Ok,” she said. “Could you watch me while I do myself?”

“You’d want me to do that?”

“It would be extremely hot,” she said.

As long as I didn’t have to participate, I agreed.

Jess jumped up and grabbed my hand. “This is going to be so much fun!”

She led me to the bathroom.

“You want to do it in the bathroom?” I asked.

“No, I want you to shave me first.”

“Jess, I don’t…”

“Susie, you promised. Please! It will help me get started.”

“I don’t think getting started has ever been one of your problems.”

Jess grinned and shed her two pieces of clothing. She sat on the toilet and spread her legs. “The shaving cream and my razor are over there.”

Kneeling in front of her, I had to admire the exposed sex. In spite of our agreement, canlı casino siteleri there was nothing more I wanted at that second than to press my lips to her.

“Fell the stubble,” Jess said.

I ran my hands along her mound, over her lips and even between her legs and touched her

Grabbing a washcloth, I ran it under warm water and then pressed it against Jess. She responded by moving her hips and thrusting against my hand.

“Easy, girl,” I said, “I’m just softening things up.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy it,” she replied.

Dropping the cloth, I filled my palm with shaving cream. Jess twitched as I spread over her. I knew enough about feminine grooming to be able to shave everything above her lips. I ran a finger through her slit to expose the parts I didn’t want the razor to touch.

“Ooh, that feels good, Susie.”

“Jess, stop it. I’m just making sure I don’t slice off your pussy.”

“Ok, but I wouldn’t mind if you made double sure of it.” She squirmed under my touch.

Carefully, I cleaned up along her thighs and lips. Jess placed her legs on my shoulders and exposed her entire bottom half. I quickly used the razor from slit to butt.

“Make sure it’s smooth, babe.”

One more time I ran my fingers along her skin. This time I did tease her rosebud and scratched it with my fingernail.

“Oh, god, yes. That’s nice.”

I resisted plunging my finger in her butt and returned to carefully feel every inch of her labia and mound. I even pushed back her clit hood and felt the nub to be sure there was no hair there. I am nothing if not thorough.

Jess grabbed my hand and tried to force my finger inside her.

“Not part of the deal—remember.”

“Bitch,” she said. We looked at each other and smiled.

“At least help me up,” Jess said. I stood and pulled her up. She fell into my arms and we kissed. She pried my legs apart with her leg and inserted one between mine. She began humping my leg; her pussy rubbing against my jeans.

“I thought you were going to masturbate,” I said. My hands landed on her firm butt and pulled her to me.

“Just the warm-ups, Susie.”

I let her go for a minute or so and then stepped back. Jess gasped when we broke free.

“My bed or yours?” I asked.

“Mine,” she said.

I helped her clear the piles of papers and books from her bed. We pulled back the covers. “Would you mind sitting at the bottom? I like to rest against the headboard.”

I scooted down and she arranged the pillows behind her. Jess reached into her side table and pulled out a purple dildo. I hadn’t seen this one before and it was not a vibrator, just a penis-shaped piece of rubber.

Jess spread her legs and raised her knees. I could see wetness along her folds. She ran her fingers up her slit until they glistened. She offered them to me and I shook my head. She coated her lips with her essence and leaned forward.

I knew what she wanted. I moved my head and we kissed. I tasted her and my own pussy reacted. At this point I was seriously doubting the wisdom of our deal not to go down on each other.

“Nice?” she asked.

“Very,” I said.

“There’s more where that came from,” she said with a grin.

“Right now, I’ll have to take your word.”

Sighing, she sat back. Slowly she began playing with herself. Her fingers danced along her labia and teased her clit, still hidden under its hood. More moisture appeared at her opening. Fixing me with her eyes, she inserted one finger as deep as possible. I had to look. As Jess slowly pumped in and out, I felt myself licking my lips. Jess added a second finger and then a third. She was pumping harder and faster. She used her free hand to pull back her hood and circle her clit with her finger. She ran that finger down to obtain some natural lube and covered her clit. Now her finger glided back and forth as her other hand pumped hard.

Suddenly she pulled her fingers out and I moaned at the loss of the intoxicating squishing sounds and the heady aroma filling the space between us. She grabbed the dildo.

“Would you?” she asked pointing the base toward me. I shook my head no.

She placed the tip at her opening and in one smooth motion buried it to its base of ersatz testicles. A long sigh of pleasure escaped her lips. The dildo rested inside her and Jess used her hands to pinch her nipples. Moving from pinching to tugging and jerking, she moaned.

Leaving one hand on a breast, she took hold of the dildo’s base and extracted it until just the big mushroom head remained inside. Now, she began fucking herself with the purple cock. Her slow thrusts turned to fast and then all I saw was a blur. She kept torturing her nipple with one hand and fucking with the other. Her moans morphed to groans and then to cries. As her cries grew louder, Jess thrust harder. When I thought she would explode, she called out and started cumming.

Her breath came out in short gasps and she spasmed. Her legs clamped together and she released her raw nipple. Jess rolled on her side and curled up into the fetal position.

“Take it out, please, Susie.”

I reached between her legs and pulled the dildo from her. It was covered in her juices and her pussy gaped open. I dropped the dildo on the floor and crept up behind her and spooned her.

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I crawled to the front and sat down, thinking I could put my trunks back on when we got ourselves out of our little pickle. I then felt some of Nick’s load leak out of my ass and I have to say it kinda turned me on to just sit in it. The clean up would have to wait no matter what, so I wiggled a bit, enjoying the feeling of his warm spunk squishing between my butt-cheeks.

The canoe had been pushed sideways by that point so our backs were facing the middle of the river. Nick did the only thing he could do and started to paddle backwards to pull us away from the tree. The only problem was that when we did finally get clear of it we were now perpendicular to the current. Not good.

There is no blame here because we both then did the worst thing we could: Nick put his paddle straight down into the oncoming water to try and steer us forward exactly at the same time that I leaned into the same direction to grab mine. The result was that the canoe tipped sideways, the edge of it slightly dipped under the water, and the whole fucking thing filled completely and sank to the bottom of the river as fast as you can snap a finger. Dip, flup, swish!

Fortunately, the water was only about four feet deep, so it wasn’t exactly life threatening. Unfortunately, by the time it registered what had just happened I saw some of our stuff floating quickly downstream—including my shorts.

“Grab our shit!” I heard Nick shout and with my paddle in my hand, I made a mad dash to grab what I could.

I first went for our sleeping bags that were inside garbage bags and caught them. I then managed to grab my bag of clothes as well as Nick’s backpack. I spotted my trunks and was able to stop them using my paddle and pulled them to me—they were my only pair. I stood up, gathering everything the best I could which involved throwing Nick’s backpack and my clothing bag over each shoulder, a sleeping bag in each hand, and putting my swim trunks in my mouth.

I made my way against the current back to where Nick had pulled the canoe up alongside the river bank and was taking things out and throwing then onto it.

“Ah thins thif ith etherthing,” I said with my shorts still in my mouth.

“Huh?” Nick looked at me and laughed.

I got up on the sandy bank, spit out my trunks, and said: “I think this is everything.”

Nick just laughed some more.

We got everything up on the bank and out of the river and then pulled the canoe up and over, spilling out all the water. I was glad to see Nick wasn’t pissed. Some people would be. He just shrugged it off. “Well, if we lost anything then we did.”

“I guess you’re right. It was totally worth it, though,” I replied with a wink.

“Yes it was!” Nick said, giving me a big kiss and a quick spank on my bare ass. I had completely forgotten that I was standing there naked—it wasn’t until a little later that I realized I had also totally forgotten about cleaning up when I felt more of Nick’s cum spill out of me.

“We better get this shit back in and get moving. Those guys are probably way ahead of us now,” he then commented and we loaded everything back up and started rowing like crazy to try and catch up to Adam and Ford.

We went for quite a while, laughing about the whole thing while drinking more than a few beverages, and still hadn’t found them.

“Where the fuck are they?” Nick asked rhetorically.

It was hard to say with all the sharp bends in that river. They could have been fifty feet in front of us and we wouldn’t have known. We went around yet another bend and finally spotted their canoe sitting on a bank, but there was no sign of them. We landed ours right next to theirs and waited. We then heard moaning coming from a little ways off.

“Oh, yeah! Fuck me, baby!”

“I’m gonna cum!”

“Oh shit, me, too!”

“Euhh! Oh, fuck!”

I looked back at Nick and he gave me a big smile. A minute or two later, we saw Adam and Ford walking out of the bushes towards us.

“Hey! How’s it going?” Nick giggled.

Adam was visibly embarrassed—at least a little—but Ford apparently didn’t give a shit.

“Great! We were fucking… Where the hell have you guys been?” he asked.

“We had a bit of a spill,” Nick answered very nonchalantly.

“Really?” Ford chuckled.

“Everything okay?” Adam asked who seemed genuinely concerned.

“Yeah, no biggie,” Nick added. “Doesn’t seem like we lost anything.”

“We decided the best thing to do was to drink about it,” I then piped in raising my drink into the air.

“I really like this guy!” commented Ford as they got back into their canoe and shoved off.

We made our way down river, this time staying close together, chatting and enjoying the beautiful scenery that surrounded us, and I was able to get some very nice pictures of it. I had been keeping my camera inside a Ziploc in my clothing bag, so it hadn’t got lost our wet when we spilled.

We came to an area that had a small beach on one side of the river, and I suggested we stop there so I could take some pictures of everybody. I was able to take a few on the first day but, after all the nudity casino oyna and fucking after that, I hadn’t taken any of my companions.

We all got out of our canoes, and I stood with each one of them individually and took a selfi.

“Now, you guys get together for a group shot,” I said.

They all squeezed together and put their arms around one another, and I took a few of them grinning from ear to ear while giving me the peace sign and then the finger.

“Let’s moon him!” suggested Ford.

“Yeah, let’s!” Nick agreed, and they turned around, pulled their suits past their cheeks, and stuck them out a little.

I couldn’t help but giggle a little and took the picture—it was all in good fun.

“How about some sunshine?” Nick then proposed.

“Absolutely!” Ford concurred, and they all turned back, dropped their trunks completely down, and wagged their cocks back and forth.

It made me laugh even harder, and I took a couple shots. I then, being a tad tipsy and with little filter, commented that they needed to stop shaking their dick’s because they were going to come out all blurry.

“Okay…” Adam replied quizzically, and I took one of them standing still and then quickly zoomed in, taking another of just their pricks.

“Let’s give him one more,” said Ford. “This time—fruit bowls!”

The three of them laughed, turned back around one last time, and bent over, exposing their dangling penises, balls, and asses. I was all but cracking up as I snapped off another picture and without thinking about it, said: “That was great! Now give me a little spread!”

There was a bit of a pause.

“Give him what he wants, fellas,” Ford chuckled, and they pulled their cheeks wide apart, giving me a perfect view of their collective butt-holes.

I couldn’t help but take a few shots of that, including another zoomed in one.

“All right, that’s enough,” I said, realizing that I had just told three dudes (or two, at least) that I barely knew or knew me to spread their asses while I took pictures of them.

They pulled their swimsuits back up, laughing like it was nothing, and I felt somewhat relieved. We got into our canoes, and I put my camera away. I then looked at Adam and smiled, feeling both a little embarrassed and pretty fucking turned on.

“Those pics better not end up on the Internet,” Ford joked as we paddled back out into the river.

“Don’t worry, they won’t. They’re just for me,” I replied and immediately regretted the words I had chosen.

At about five o’clock we figured we should find a place to stop and pulled into the next available campsite. Adam and Ford unloaded and began setting up their stuff while Nick and I inspected ours.

“Welp, everything’s fucking soaked,” Nick lamented.

I couldn’t help but agree with him as we pulled everything out. Even the sleeping bags had gotten wet, and our tents were completely waterlogged.

“Not much we can do about it now,” I shrugged.

“What’s the damage?” asked Ford as we walked up, seeing their already erected tent, and hearing the electric pump Adam was using to fill up their air mattress.

“It’s all pretty much drenched—Tents, sleeping bags…even our clothes,” replied Nick.

“Don’t worry about it,” said Ford. “We have room enough in our tent to share. As far as sleeping bags go, we always put two together to make a bigger one—you can have one of them, and we’ll take the other.”

“Cool, thanks,” said Nick.

“Yeah, thanks a ton, dude! That’s really sweet of you,” I responded without realizing that it meant he assumed Nick and I would share one sleeping bag. It only dawned on me a few minutes later and left me with a lot of questions. I had no notion at that point that we would not end up actually doing so, per se.

Adam came out and Ford told him our situation and that we would be sharing their tent later.

“Oh, that’ll be fun,” Adam replied with a big smile, “but if we are gonna have that close of quarters, then I’m definitely taking a quick bath in the river first.”

It was hard to argue with that so we all decided to join him.

We went in about tits deep, and the water felt incredibly refreshing after spending the whole day baking in the sun—the short “swim” Nick and I took earlier didn’t really count. After only a few minutes I watched as Adam began to wiggle under the water and then pull up his tiny loincloth up out of it. He then went up to a branch that went slightly over the water and hung his G-string on it.

“Might as well,” he giggled, looking back at us.

“No shit,” Ford said, stripped his trunks off, and hung them up next to Adam’s.

Nick and I agreed with them and did the same thing, making a nice clothes line of swimsuits. I definitely felt like I had a few things to rinse off. Apparently, so did everyone else as we all used our hands to scrub our various body parts while skinny-dipping.

It felt great to wash all the stickiness from the sex Nick and I had earlier off, and I was just about to get out of the water when suddenly, out of nowhere, a canoe with a middle-aged couple came alongside slot oyna of us. They smiled and waved hello to us, and we all froze, staring at them blankly. The woman then noticed our swimsuits hanging on that branch, scrunched up her face, looked down at the water around us, and looked back up with her eyes as big as dinner plates. Ford just gave her a huge grin and waved back. “How’s it going?”

They went around the next corner, out of sight, and we all broke out in laughter.

“That was fucking hilarious!” exclaimed Nick as we all cracked up.

We got out of the water after grabbing our clothes and went back to the campsite, still laughing while putting them on.

“I need something to eat,” said Adam when we finally called down.

It was a good idea. I knew I hadn’t eaten anything the whole day, so far.

“Why don’t you guys get things set up here while we grab some wood?” suggested Nick.

Ford was about to protest, but I cut him off. “It’s the least we can do for sharing your tent and stuff with us.”

He relented so Nick and I went a little ways into the trees to get some wood for a fire. We gathered up some dry deadwood that was laying around on the ground, and I brought up the whole sharing a single sleeping bag thing.

“So, umm…were going to have to share a sleeping bag—in their tent?” I asked him as quietly as I could.

“I hadn’t really considered that yet…I guess so. Is that going to be a problem for you?”

It wasn’t the idea of sharing such a tight sleeping space together that was on my mind. Hell, I had been thinking about what Nick had said earlier and was considering asking him if he wanted to sleep together that night even before we dumped our canoe, fantasizing about long hours of sucking, rimming, and having a hot flip-flopping before cuddling up together for the night. It was more about explaining why we were okay with it to the others that had me a little perplexed—as well as not being able to do all those things I had in mind.

“I don’t know, I guess we’ll figure that out when the time comes,” he replied after I expressed my concerns, leaving me with more questions than answers.

We came back out with our bundles, finding Adam and Ford with our chairs set up around the fire ring, and cuts of steak and various veggies ready for cooking.

It was great getting something in my belly besides booze. I was pretty intoxicated and needed something to help soak up all that alcohol. Eating re-energized me, and after building up another small fire, I figured I might as well add some more. We sat around it for a few hours, drinking and talking, and adding wood only when it was needed—it was still too warm for anything too blazing.

The sun began to set and it wasn’t long before we heard a buzzing sound grow increasingly louder all around us. It was only a matter of time before we would become utterly overwelmed by our nemesis, the mosquito.

“Yeow!” shouted Adam with a slap on his shoulder, being the first one struck.

I was the next one zapped. “Ow! Fuck!”

“You got that repellent?” Ford asked Nick as he slapped his leg.

Nick went to his bag and came back. “Sorry, nope. Must’ve lost it when we spilled.”

We did the best we could to deal with them but when it went completely dark they came out in full force.

“Okay, fuck this!” cried Adam.

“No doubt—grab the coolers,” exclaimed Ford. “Everybody into our tent!”

We made a dash for it as Ford held the zipper for the opening and motioned us in like soldiers jumping into a foxhole. We all got in, and with one fluid motion, he closed the mesh covering and joined us inside. “That was crazy!”

Adam turned on a lamp, telling Ford to turn on the rest they had, grabbed a sleeping bag, opened it, and spread it out over their air mattress. Ford turned on three more lights, illuminating the tent completely while Nick and I stood there.

“Uh…our shorts are still wet,” I pointed out. “I don’t want to get your sleeping bag wet, too.”

“Just take them off, honey,” Adam replied. “Here, we will, too,” he then added while nodding to his boyfriend.

“Okay,” responded Ford.

He dropped his trunks and we all followed his lead, throwing them into a corner of their tent. We then sat down Indian-style in a sort of circle with Nick on my left, Adam on his, and Ford on his to my right. We were so close that our knees were practically touching.

“There, now were all naked and comfy,” said Adam, beaming with joy. “The way we’re meant to be.”

It was a relief to be out of that mosquito apocalypse but it wasn’t long before the relatively small space we were in filled with the rich scent of manhood—there’s only so much river water and no soap can do. The smell of it made my mind and penis began to wander on their own.

“How about a drink?” I asked, trying to distract myself.

“Great idea,” Nick commented, and we all got ourselves a beverage.

“So, where did you guys say you dumped at?” asked Ford.

“At the end of the that one long straightaway,” answered Nick. “We got stuck on the tree at the end of it so canlı casino siteleri we pushed away from it. Then we got turned sideways, and tipped the canoe into the oncoming water—down she went.”

Ford made a questioning face. “How the hell did you not avoid that tree? You can see it for like a mile.”

It was obvious that Ford knew something didn’t add up. And he was right—it should have been nearly impossible for us to avoid getting stuck where we did.

Maybe it was not wanting to force Nick to lie to his friends, or maybe it was that I was also sick of pretending. Maybe it was simply all the liquid courage coursing through my veins, either way, I decided it was time to come clean.

“Because we were fucking!” I proclaimed and put my hand on Nick’s bare thigh before he could say anything.

Adam was so shocked that his drink slipped out of his hand, and he caught it right before it spilled all over his lap. “Well, that’s interesting.”

“That makes more sense,” Ford commented.

“You don’t seem too surprised,” said Nick quizzically.

“That’s because I heard you two going at it in your tent yesterday.” shrugged Ford.

“I didn’t,” interjected Adam.

“You were still sound asleep.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me about it earlier?”

“I figured it wasn’t any of our business.”

Adam gave him a bit of a stink eye. Ford just chuckled and gave him a kiss. Adam smiled and gave him one right back. “I guess you’re right.”

I began to rub Nick’s inner thigh as we watched the two of them have the shortest lover’s quarrel in history. I looked down and noticed his dick getting plump, and it drove me crazy. It looked so hot as it got hard and I desperately wanted to touch it.

“Well, now that things are out in the open, I hope you won’t mind if I do this,” I said and then reached over and gave Nick a long, wet, tongue kiss while grabbing his cock.

“Things just got even more interesting,” said Adam.

“No kidding!” agreed Ford.

I slowly massaged Nicks tool and then stroked it gently as we continued to kiss. I was so horny that all I could think about was having it in my mouth. I had to suck it, and I didn’t really care if the other two watched me do it—if anything it turned me on even more.

I’ve bent down and began to methodically lick up and down his shaft. God, I loved the taste, feel, and smell of it. I tugged it while sucking his head, making circles with my tongue around the tip. Nick leaned back on his hands and moaned in pleasure and got louder when I went further down to lick his even more aromatic balls.

“Damn! Your friend can really suck a dick,” Ford said as he and Adam watched me.

I was pretty flattered, considering how may times I had actually done it. I guess I was a natural.

“Thanks,” I replied, pulling up while still pulling on Nick’s wet cock, and seeing Adam jerking Ford off.

“You have no idea,” huffed Nick.

I went up to Nick’s ear and whispered: “Think I should show them?”

“Most definitely.”

I looked over at those two beautiful men, and my mouth watered. Ford’s prick already looked big and you could tell he wasn’t even completely hard yet. I wanted to have it in my mouth so badly, and it looked so delicious that I would’ve paid him for the pleasure. “You guys want me to come over there and give you a little demonstration?”

Ford looked at Adam. “Well, we don’t normally mess around—”

“Except on special occasions…like camping trips,” Adam interrupted him.

“Yeah, except then.”

I took that as a yes and was completely enthralled to finally get a chance to taste those two beautiful penises I had been seeing so much of over the last two days. But, to be honest, I would have sucked every cock in a twenty mile radius at that point. I slid over to them on my stomach without another word and went straight for Adam. Adam, you ask…yes, Adam. He had a great dick that hadn’t been touched yet. I also wanted to save Ford’s for last. Not that it mattered much—I ended up eventually sucking off both of them back and forth.

But starting with Adam:

I took his flaccid meat into my mouth and drew it down to the base. I apparently do have a mouth like a vacuum cleaner because he yelped “Oh, fuck!” when I started to suck. I got another lesson on how insanely hot it is to feel a dick get hard inside of your mouth as I bobbed up and down slowly than fast on him, taking him completely in my mouth. I finally started to gag as he became erect. I hadn’t really had much practice at deep-throating yet, and he had a large, round, bulbous head that didn’t help my cause in the slightest.

“That looks so good,” cooed Ford as I licked slippery spit all over Adams shaft, making it glisten.

I knew it was now time for me to fulfill the fantasy I had had since I seeing Ford standing naked next to me on the river.

I moved over and began by taking his tool in my hand and stroking it. I basked in all of its glory as it stood like the great statue of Zeus, just inches from my face. It was completely hard and had to be somewhere close to ten inches long, perfectly proportioned and slightly veiny with a gradually tapered head. It was also thick! I mean beer bottle thick—I couldn’t even get my hand completely around it. It was absolutely worthy of worship. I had no idea a cock could be so beautiful.

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Kirsten pulled into Erik’s winding driveway, smiling like she always did at his wife, Anastasia’s, winter castle that her father had built for Anastasia and Erik on their wedding day. The door was opened by Lorring who took her wraps gracefully, and disappeared to heaven only knows where. Kirsten almost passed the library when she notices Anastasia’s petite, blonde frame sunk in the cushions before the fire, the ever present flute of champagne in one hand and tears streaming down her face. “Anastasia?” Kirsten queried worriedly. Anastasia was a doll of a woman who shown Kirsten nothing but affection since the first time they had met. Kirsten had swallowed Eric whole and was yanking the pearl string out of his ass while he screamed and pulsed buckets down her throat when Anastasia had walked into bedroom. Kirsten had no idea how Erik had managed to fix the situation. Eighteen months later, she was Anastasia’s maid-of-honor at one of St. Paul’s most lavish affairs.

Anastasia began to cry harder, actually spilling the contents of her flute. “Doll Baby,” Kirsten crooned, removing the glass from her aunt’s hand and wrapping her arms around her. Kirsten felt Anastasia’s arms wrap around her, her petite little form shaking with emotion. Kirsten went onto autopilot, giving casino siteleri Anastasia a breast massage, feeling the long, hard peaks of her itty-bitty A-cup breasts strain for more. In less than two minutes, Anastasia’s pussy convulsed as Kirsten manipulated her nipples with the ease of experience.

“God damn it, Kirsten,” Anastasia hiccupped, half-heartedly pushing the beautiful girl away from her, “this is all wrong. I’ve been watching the home movies and the videos and looking through the photo albums…I don’t want that kind of life. I don’t want…”

Kirsten narrowed her eyes. “I’m an anomaly, Doll Baby,” Kirsten said, pinning her aunt’s hands above her head with one hand while finding her aunt’s pussy with the other. “Gustav and Constantia were competitors. They made an arrangement. They married in order for Constantia to inherit and they bred in order for Gustav and his brothers to either have an heir or a plaything.” Anastasia sucked in her breath as Kirsten viciously twisted her clit clockwise then counterclockwise, before her fingers started manipulating her folds and slits. “Erik married you because you are a vision. You bewitch him with your tiny body and old money ways. He does everything he can to make you as happy as you make him.” Kirsten gave pause as she spread Anastasia’s legs wider and began open-handed spanking her pussy. As Anastasia began to convulse, Kirsten stroked her hair, releasing her arms. “Any children you and Erik decide to have will be raised to become world leaders. They will have the traditional childhood, the traditional youth rebellion, and then take their place at the world table.”

Kirsten rubbed her slowly across Anastasia’s abdomen, “Do you have a baby growing in here?” Kirsten asked quietly. When Kirsten nodded her head, Kirsten breathed a sigh of relief. The Vaalensorrd brothers hated emotion. “That’s wonderful news, petite cherie. Does Erik know?” Kirsten shook her head empathetically. “That is bad, Doll Baby,” Kirsten scolded lightly, massaging Anastasia’s tiny body, making her relax, while her head bent down to suckle at Anastasia’s tiny breasts. Kirsten’s lips brutally pulled on her aunt’s nipples in search of nourishment that was not yet being produced. Her teeth nibbled a pattern of frustration up and down the long erectiles, making Anastasia scream in delight. Kirsten slot oyna worked her greedy mouth down Anastasia’s body, bringing her aunt to the brink of a fantastic climax, before stopping cold turkey and settling back on the opposite end of the overstuffed sofa. She took out one of the long, thin brown cigarettes her Uncle Lars brought back with him from Turkey and began to smoke it idly.

“Kirsten, finish me!” Anastasia screeched, her tiny fists curled into balls. “God damn it! I’m so close!” she cried, tears beginning to leak down her face.

Kirsten shrugged.

“Kirsten, please!” Anastasia began to wheedle, getting on her knees before Kirsten, attempting to uncross Kirsten’s firmly crossed legs. Kirsten swung her top leg with a bit of force, catching Anastasia below the ribs and sending her crashing backwards. Anastasia curled into a ball and began to cry. “Kirsten, please…please, baby girl. I need….I need…”

“Am I some sort of freak to you?” Kirsten asked, steel lacing her voice.

“No, baby girl, no…” Anastasia started crying again, crawling back to Kirsten.

Kirsten waited until Anastasia was in range and then kicked her again. Anastasia stayed put, whimpering quietly. “You know my history. You know why I was hatched. Do you really believe the brothers Vaalensorrd are going to raise their children like this?” Anastasia shrugged, her little body racked by sobs. “Doll Baby,” Kirsten said quietly, “Gustav and Constantia made a pact. After Constantia became pregnant, the brothers and their cohorts put her through her paces. I cannot blame her for giving birth and never looking back.” Kirsten took another long drag on her cigarette. “I was raised to be a tool for the brotherhood. Gustav has his family. Lars has his family. Jory, Dag and Tait all have their families. And, now, you and Erik are going to begin your very own family.” Kirsten put out her cigarette and held her hand out to Anastasia whom eagerly leapt to her feet and ran to Kirsten’s side. Kirsten stroked the trembling body before her, assuring Anastasia softly, “You are going to be a fabulous mother. Erik is going to be a fabulous father. And I am going to be the relative that the Vaalensorrd children know about but whom they do not know.”

“No, baby girl. You’re a part of the family.”

Kirsten placed her finger lightly on Anastasia’s canlı casino siteleri lips. “No, Doll Baby. I’m not. I’m a relative, who was bought a very, very good position in the service of St. Paul, and I will be able to earn a very good salary and have a more than generous pension. The brothers have been saving for me since my birth. I am wealthy. In thirty years, after all the children are grown and have their own people positioned in the local, state and national political arena, I will be able to retire quite nicely, choosing young men and women for my companions.”

Anastasia smiled at Kirsten uncertainly. “But, won’t you come around…”

“I’ll be at the christening, petite cherie, but that is all. You may come around for a cup of tea, if you like, once the baby is born. But this will be one of my last visits to the palace.” As the waterworks threatened to turn on again, Kirsten got businesslike. “Stand up and face forward.” Kirsten barked.

Anastasia complied swiftly, sucking in her breath as Kirsten began to root around in her ass. Anastasia began to arch, but Kirsten pushed her down. Anastasia was bent in two, her hands on the ground beside her feet. With a brutally efficient movement, Kirsten had Anastasia’s cheeks spread wide, causing her to cry out in pain. But waves of pleasure followed as Kirsten began to work her magic mouth up and down the folds of her ass.

Anastasia began to cry again as she screamed baby girl’s name over and over again. Fingers and then a fist slid in and out of her rosebud as Kirsten’s mouth brought her over and over again to orgasm. The pictures and films of Kirsten’s youth ran rampant through Anastasia’s mind as her body convulsed through different levels of ecstasy.

Spent and completely satisfied, Anastasia watched the girl-woman before her smoke one of Lars long, Turkish cigarettes. Not a hair out of place. She looked completely at ease and not like a woman who had just fucked another woman silly for the last three hours. “I want to go to Rio with you next week. I want to stay at the ranch with Constantia and have a little…uh…experience, before I am shackled to the roll of wife and mother.”

Kirsten sighed deeply; knowing there was no way Erik was going to allow that to happen when Erik’s voice said from somewhere behind them, “That’s a brilliant idea, darling. I think Anastasia should accompany you, Kirsten.”

Both women snapped their heads around to view the daunting form of Erik Vaalensorrd fill the doorway.

Next Chapter:
Baby Girl Goes to Rio

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I lay there naked, feeling the sheets against my glistening body, breath recovering after yet another self-delivered orgasm. Next to me, a tuft of blonde hair sticks out from under the comforter, grunting and groaning, tossing in his sleep. I was so frustrated. The past two weeks had not been conducive. I spent work distracted out of my mind, confused at whether I should take Haley up on her offer or not. I mean, I had never gone there with a girl before and didn’t know if I should or not. Would it mean something? Would it not? I knew I was overthinking things and I had tried everything to shut my head up.

I’d found myself in bed with my on-again, off-again fuck buddy Leo, trying to fuck the thoughts of Haley out of my head. It hadn’t worked. Throughout sex, I kept finding my mind wandering to her breasts, her body under my hands, the sultry way she had invited me to join her next time. I couldn’t stop thinking about it and I knew that, while it felt good to be touched by Leo, I wanted Haley, and lying there with my mind running through various scenarios, I knew the fantasies just weren’t enough.

Hayley greeted me at work on Monday morning with a big hug, wrapping her arms around me and pressing her breasts into mine. Kissing my cheek, she leaned towards my ear and whispered ‘Have you given my offer any more thought?’ Smiling chastely, I nodded before walking away, making sure to wiggle my butt in her direction as I left. My heart was thumping in my chest, breathing rapid. The wheels had been set in motion and now it was just a matter of when, not if.

We went out for drinks after work on Thursday, Haley and me and some of the less egregious guys from the office. We had a table out in the beer garden, the six of us celebrating almost making it through another week. Haley sat herself next to me, her skin-tight jeans showing off her incredible legs, her yellow spaghetti-strap top floating temptingly around her torso, showing a glimpse of a tattoo on her ribcage. Once again, it was clear the woman was averse to wearing bras. Oh, to have her confidence!

One hand on her beer, the other resting under the table, Haley turned to me and caught my eye. The conversation wasn’t exactly scintillating so I tuned out, lost in my own daydreams. The next thing I know, our thighs are touching and her hand is tracing miniscule circles on mine. The jolt of electricity when she touched me was incredible. Every nerve in my body was on fire, every sensation magnified. Her touch sent shocks through me, direct to my pussy. I forced myself to concentrate on what one of the guys was saying, something about a new show coming to Netflix, but it was challenging. It was like a switch had been flicked, I was utterly turned on and completely at her mercy. My thigh twitched in response to Haley’s continued touch, and casino siteleri she looked slightly shocked and removed her hand.

‘Crap’ I thought. ‘Now she thinks I’m not interested. Crap!’ I shifted in my seat, the pressure of my jeans rubbing my clit as I moved, intensifying my frustration. I pushed my thigh towards Haley’s, letting my hand casually drop from my drink to her thigh. My pulse raced, I was touching her leg, the only barrier between my hand and her soft skin was her jeans, but they couldn’t come off at the table. I let my fingers start to extend and contract, sensually, slowly tickling her thigh. Looking up at her face, lipstick smudged from drinking her beer, I saw her bite her lower lip. Inwardly, I smiled. This was happening, and I was actively encouraging it. I was wetter than I’d felt in a long time, and the building anticipation was making me wish that our other colleagues would leave us to be alone.

My hand continued to trace over her thigh while we sat and talked, the evening getting cooler and one by one the guys started leaving. Soon, just Haley, Rick and myself were left. Haley reached under the table, her hand finding mine, giving it a quick squeeze before moving to my upper thigh. We sat there, teasing and stroking, constantly touching each other while Rick remained completely oblivious to his frankly unwelcome continued appearance. At this point, I was riled up beyond belief, I wanted to grab Haley’s head and smash my lips against hers, feel her tongue insistent against mine and let our hands wander beyond the small area of skin that was accessible while remaining imperceptible by others at the table.

At long last, Rick left too, leaving us to our own company. I felt nervous. No longer was there a buffer, and I felt like a giggling schoolgirl confronted with her first crush. Haley looked at me through heavy eyes, her pupils dilated and her breathing labored.

‘I guess we should get out of here. My apartment is just around the corner?’

She posed it as a question, but we both knew the answer. Standing, I rearranged my shirt and grabbed my bag, and Haley reached over and grabbed my hand. We walked out of the bar, her thumb tracing circles on my palm.

Haley wasn’t lying, her apartment was just around the corner from the bar. We’d gotten as far as her front door, standing in the narrow corridor. I shivered. Partly from anticipation, partly from sitting outside for 3 hours in a cropped tank top. Haley felt me shiver beside her and turned, our eyes locking. At that moment, we could have been in the center of a freeway, I was oblivious to anything but her. Her mascaraed eyes closed, her luscious lips parted and we were kissing.

It was so chaste. Her lips were so soft. She wasn’t insistent, our lips were touching and I practically came there and slot oyna then. I dropped my bag and my arms reached up to her neck, pulling her closer. She pushed my body against her front door, still locked behind us, as her thigh fell between mine, supplying some much needed friction to my crotch. My tongue reached out tentatively and her mouth parted, accepting eagerly.

She tasted like beer and mint and something I couldn’t identify. Our tongues danced, my hands now gripping her hair as she clasped my ass. We were completely tied up in one another, and were unaware of her neighbor trying to pass us. He coughed, clearly having been stood there for some time. Reluctantly we detangled ourselves, and Haley returned to unlocking her front door. My face blushed at the thought of someone watching us make out on her doorstep, and that blush travelled straight to my center. I didn’t think it was possible to get more turned on.

Oh how wrong I was. The front door closed behind us and Haley’s lips were back on mine, our bags discarded at the door. Her hands fumbled at my shirt, insistent on removing it. She pulled it up over my head, and I held on to her for stability. Standing there in my black lace bra, I realized there were no thoughts in my head. She had completely enchanted me, and I felt incomplete not touching her. My lips found hers once again and we stumbled towards the bedroom.

She maneuvered behind me, opening the bedroom door with her arms encircling my waist. Her breath was hot on my neck and the shivers it elicited went straight to my cunt. I knew I was the wettest I’d ever been. Haley started kissing my neck, her hands roaming my body. She tongued my earlobe, while simultaneously freeing my breasts from my bra. Her hands caressed my nipples and I leaned back into her, feeling her own nipples hard against my back.

I arched into her, turning my face so we could kiss once again. This was very different to my liaison with Leo, she knew exactly what to do to set me on fire. I spun in her arms, still kissing Haley insistently. Her top was in my way so I grabbed the hem, lifting it slowly, revealing her trim, tattooed torso. Her breasts sprung free as I finally removed her shirt. I stopped kissing her and shifted my attention to her tits. This was just like my fantasy, except better because they were here in front of me. Her nipples were pierced and I couldn’t resist reaching out with my tongue. Tentatively exploring, Haley thrust her hands in my hair, holding my head to her breast.

I could feel her nipple warming in my mouth, the cold metal a stark contrast. I tongued the piercing, hearing her breath hitch. One of my hands traveled down her body, lightly swirling my touch as I went. Haley writhed beneath me as I massaged her other breast, pinching and twisting, while I grazed her canlı casino siteleri other nipple with my teeth. I tugged and she moaned. That noise was the greatest aphrodisiac I could find, and my trailing hand finally slipped into her underwear.

Her slit was sopping, but I didn’t hit there immediately. My fingers explored her outer lips, coming close but never touching her clit. She grabbed my head, pulling it up from her breast and kissed me. Short, passionate kisses. She couldn’t get enough of me and I couldn’t get enough of her. As she finally settled on a long, drawn out kiss, my fingers found her cunt, pushing in slowly. She was so warm and inviting and her breasts bounced with every thrust of my hand. They jiggled as I curled my fingers inside her, her tits mesmerizing as I felt her clenching around me, her moans hitting me deep in my core.

I circled her clit with my thumb as I continued to pump my hand, my mouth firmly on her breasts. I tugged on her nipple with my teeth, free hand wrapped in her hair. Haley bucked under my ministrations, moaning and writhing and thrusting until she convulsed around my fingers. As she lay there recovering, she got this mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Haley kissed me passionately then maneuvered herself so I was sat between her legs, her hands massaging my shoulder. She kissed my neck, caressing my breasts and pulling me into her. We stayed entwined like that for a time, my breathing ragged but controlled, relaxed and turned on.

She turned, kissing me head on, pushing me back on the bed. Her kisses trailed between my boobs, detouring to each nipple, licking and biting gently. She kissed down my body, her hands replacing her mouth on my breasts. She tongued my belly button before heading further down. She kissed around my underwear before pulling it off. She lapped at my cunt, her nose squished against my hardened clit. Her tongue fucked me, in and out, and I felt my calm composure dissolving at her attention.

She replaced her tongue with her fingers, fucking me while she sucked on my engorged nub. I couldn’t help but moan. Haley lingered, repeating the same circular motion with her tongue with the penetrating action of her fingers, maintaining pace and rhythm. I was getting closer and closer, I grabbed her head and held her in place, moaning as she continued, feeling the pressure building inside. My head tipped back and I let go, groaning with desire as Haley refused to stop pleasuring me.

I pulled her head up, kissing her and I was turned on by the fact I could taste myself on her tongue. We kissed chastely and lay looking into each others eyes, Haley’s arms wrapped around my naked body. The sex was so much better than I could have imagined and I was amazed that the woman lying opposite me was looking at me with the same amount of lust that I looked at her. She leaned over, kissed me again and said “I hope you have some clean clothes for the morning because I’m not letting you out of my arms”. I smiled to myself, excited by the possibilities ahead of us.

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My mind was in turmoil after the Friday night and Saturday morning with Daddy and Yasmine. I couldn’t quite believe how I’d felt or how I’d acted, it was so totally out of character – at least, I thought so. Admittedly since I’d started fucking with my dad, I’d kind of opened up to the sexual feelings that had long been repressed, but it was still a shock to look back on what had happened.

I had anticipated that I might feel some pleasure in watching daddy fuck Yasmine, as just thinking about it had turned me on immensely, but I wasn’t prepared for the red hot lust that took over as soon as I saw his big cock start to thrust into her pussy. Nor was I prepared for the even greater red hot lust that had overtaken me when his cock was plunging into my pussy and Yasmine was watching, it was almost overwhelming, I felt like a total slut – and I loved it! But it was the third aspect that really had my mind buzzing, my reaction to the sight, the feel, the taste and the aroma of Yasmine’s incredibly beautiful and sexy body, just blew my mind away.

The logical part of my mind was putting it all down to the special circumstances of the night, the sexy films that involved some female to female loving, the intimacy of the threesome itself, with everyone reaching out and touching everybody else, the whole amazingly lustful scenario. But there was a part of my mind that was reminding me of the almost overwhelming feelings of desire I’d felt the very first moment I’d seen Yasmine’s horny tits, the incredible turn on I’d felt at the first taste of her pussy juices, the almost cosmic feelings of pleasure I’d felt when her tongue first touched my pussy, how I didn’t want it to stop. Did I really enjoy making love to a female as much as to a man? It was total confusion in my mind, confusion that I knew I needed to deal with, and there was only one way I could see to do that, I would have to revisit the situation without the extraneous aspects of that night, without the films and without daddy, just me and Yasmine.

Then I panicked anew, what if she didn’t have similar feelings, what if she didn’t want to know, what if I made a total fool of myself. For days this confusion of thoughts raged through my mind, then daddy mentioned that he was going out to a meeting the following evening and wouldn’t be back until very late, and I realised I probably wouldn’t get a better opportunity, so taking my courage in both hands, I rang Yasmine and invited her over.

Her first question was the one I anticipated, “Will Daniel be there?”

I took a deep breath, feeling my heart beating at a million miles an hour, “No Yasmine, he’ll be at a meeting all evening, there’ll just be you and me” I said.

“Oh” she responded, then there was a long silence, “Just the two of us?”

“Yes” I replied, already feeling my confidence oozing away.

“We don’t normally see each other outside of Friday” she said, quietly, “It must be very special for you to invite me over”

“I think it’s very special” I said, “At least for me it is, but if you don’t want to come” I added, feeling my stomach start to feel empty and hollow.

“Oh no!” she exclaimed, “it’s not that at all, – she hesitated a moment – I just wanted to know if it was special, because I think it would be for me”

And I thought I heard a slight gulp down the phone. Whether I did, or didn’t, my spirits suddenly skyrocketed and I found myself grinning wildly. “Ok, let’s make it about 7.30, and no need to put on anything special, I intend to be totally casual” I said.

I heard her muffled giggle quite plainly, “Oh, like Friday” she said.

“Mmm. Something like that” I replied, “Something, cool and frothy perhaps” and laughed.

She joined in the laughter, then said “goodnight, see you tomorrow” and hung up.

When I put the phone down I was surprised to find my breasts and nipples swollen and sensitive, and my pussy totally wet. And Daddy was surprised too when I walked into the kitchen and demanded that he fuck casino siteleri me on the kitchen table! but not so surprised that he wasn’t able to fulfill my demands! wow, that was quite something, lying spread out on my back on the table with my legs right up in the air and daddy pounding his big, hard cock into me. Mmmmm I especially like it when he pulled out of my pussy at the last moment and splattered his hot cum juices all over my tits and my face, then rubbed it in with his hands, so I was sticky and yukky and totally sluttish. Then he told me to clean his cock off, so I slid from the table on to my knees and sucked and licked his cock totally clean. The only problem was, the licking and sucking made him all hard again, so I took him deep into my throat and sucked his cock real hard and deep while fondling and stroking his heavy balls until he started to explode yet again.

Of course I only took the first spurt down my throat, the rest I allowed to spurt all over my face and breasts again, oh God, that felt so good, soo horny and soo slutty, that I exploded in a massive orgasm too! Daddy tried to get me to tell him what had turned me on so incredibly, but I decided to keep Yasmine’s visit a total secret – for the time being, anyway.

The evening arrived and daddy went dashing off to his meeting about 6.30, and I cleaned up the kitchen and rushed into the bathroom for a shower. After that I spent a little time trying to decide what to wear, laughing as I realised I was taking as much care – if not more – as I did on a Friday night when I was dressing to attract the males at the clubs. Eventually I decided on a similar outfit to the previous Friday, one of my half tops with no bra and a tight pair of denim shorts with no panties. As I looked in the mirror I realised it showed off my long legs and tight butt to absolute perfection, and the half top was clingy enough that it revealed the fact I wasn’t wearing a bra, just right!

Then the front door bell rang and I felt the heat start to rise in me, along with the fear and the nervousness, but I hurried to open it. Yasmine was standing there looking a bit uncertain, but also quite stunning. I grinned when I noted that she had gone for a similar outfit, with a half top and tight shorts, and with her lush breasts there was absolutely no doubt that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and I felt the heat start to rise even more.

I asked her in and led the way into the lounge and offered her a cool drink, which she accepted. She didn’t take a seat, she sort of moved around the room glancing at one thing and then another, clearly very nervous. “Has Daniel gone to his meeting?” she asked

“Yeah, he left about half six” I replied

“Oh, when will he be back?” she asked

I grinned, handing her the cool drink, “Not until very late” I said.

She took a sip then placed it on the table and moved around again, “You said it was special for me to come tonight” she said, not looking directly at me, “Why is that?”

This was the moment I had been dreading, and I felt the flush start in my toes and run all the way to the top of my head, but I took a deep breath and went for broke, “Because of Friday” I said a little hoarsely, “Because of the way I felt when I saw you naked, because of the way I felt when I touched you and when you touched me, and because of the way I felt when we were making love together. I needed to know if it was real or if it was only a part of the threesome activities of the night, a kind of bi-product if you like”

There was a heavy silence, and I kept my head lowered, looking at the floor, then I worked up the courage to look up and found Yasmine staring at me, her face almost bright red. Then her tongue came out and brushed across her lips and she said “And what have you decided?”

I gulped, “I’m sorry, I can’t help it, from the moment you walked in the door I’ve wanted you, wanted to kiss you, wanted to touch you, wanted everything!”

There was just a momentary silence, then slot oyna a broad grin came over her face and she let out a huge sigh, “Oh, thank God, I thought it was only me” she exclaimed.

And then she was in my arms and our lips were glued together and our tongues were doing a magic dance, and our hands were everywhere.

I still have no idea how we got from the kiss to being completely naked on the lounge room floor, but moments later, that’s where we were, and I was feasting my eyes once again on Yasmine’s lush tits with their rock hard nipples, her beautiful hairy pussy and her tight sexy ass. Then I was feasting my hands on them, and then I was feasting my lips and my tongue on them, and she was doing the same to me, and it was absolutely fantastic.

Then came the glorious moment when we found ourselves in the 69 position and my face mashed into her dripping wet pussy and her face mashed into mine. And we licked and lapped and sucked like there was no tomorrow, lifting each other to heights of arousal and pleasure that defied description. Mmmmm I absolutely loved taking her clit in my mouth and sucking hard, and feeling her body jump and jerk, and loved it when she did the same to me. God she seemed to know exactly where to put her tongue to give me the greatest pleasure, and at one point even slid down and was flicking her tongue against my puckered asshole, Wow, that sent me into a mind boggling orgasm!

I lost count after a while of how many times I exploded in orgasm or of how many she did, our tongues and lips and fingers seemed capable of keeping us in a permanent state of high octane pleasure, and I knew for sure now that I loved having sex with Yasmine, having sex with another woman, and when we finally took a break and got round to consuming the drinks that had once been ice cool, she told me that she felt exactly the same way. Then she grinned, “But of course, I’d still like a big hard cock every now and again! or maybe a bit more often than that!” she said, and we both collapsed laughing.

We were still laughing and embracing each other’s naked bodies when we heard the loud gasp, and our heads jerked up, to find daddy standing there, a slightly shocked expression on his face. Perhaps not because of what we were doing, but because standing right alongside him was his younger brother John, and John was gaping at us as if he’d never seen a naked woman before.

Of course, admittedly he was seeing two naked women at the same time and both were beautiful and sexy and one was his own niece, and they had been involved in a fairly heavy sexual embrace at the time, so perhaps it wasn’t too much of a surprise that he had a slightly shocked expression on his face, and equally it wasn’t a surprise that he was rapidly developing a massive bulge in his trousers!

Then the shock of discovery was gone from me and in it’s place came that intense horny feeling that I’d had the first time with dad, and I knew that I wanted – and was definitely going to have – my uncle John! So without a word I got to my hands and knees and crawled across the carpet and began to undo the zipper on uncle John’s trousers.

Yasmine, seeing or sensing what was in the wind, was equally quick off the mark and made a beeline for dad, and within seconds had his trousers around his ankle and his rampant cock in her mouth.

I also had uncle John’s stiff cock in my hand and was admiring it, almost the same size as dad’s but a totally different shape, as uncle John was uncircumcised. Then I took it in my mouth briefly, licking and lapping around it’s head, and feeling the dip of his knees as a huge shudder ran through him. Then I took it from my mouth and looked up at him, “Mmmmm uncle John, such a beautiful, big, hard cock, bet you’d love to shove it deep in Aysha’s pussy, wouldn’t you? Mmm? Love to fuck your horny niece, wouldn’t you?’

He was looking down at me bug eyed, but there was no doubting what message they were transmitting, so I lay back on the floor and opened canlı casino siteleri my legs wide and beckoned to him, “Take off the rest of your clothes uncle John, I want you naked, I want you to fuck me, I want you to fill me with your horny cock, cum on, uncle John, cum on!”

Shocked or not, he was out of those clothes in a flash and on his knees between my legs, but hesitated a moment as he looked over to see how dad was reacting. Well dad was reacting the way Yasmine intended, he was on his knees behind her feeding his big, hard cock deep into her pussy as his hands fondled her lush tits. God what a hot sight, such a turn on watching them fuck, then I wasn’t watching anymore as with an almost fatalistic groan, uncle John buried his big hard cock deep into my pussy, and started to lash my breasts with his lips and tongue, and I was responding, lifting to meet every thrust, twisting a little from the hips as he plunged into me, giving him that special corkscrew effect that I knew blew daddy’s mind when I did it to him.

It had the same effect on uncle John and I began to milk his cock slowly and teasingly, driving him wilder and wilder, “Yes uncle John, fuck me hard, fuck your big cock into me, fill me with your hot juices, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee”

And he was pounding and pounding his cock into me, driving me higher and higher, through a series of small and medium orgasms, then he was crying out, “Oh god, Aysha, I can’t hold on, you’re driving me wild, I’m coming baby, I’m cumming, God, I’m CUUUUUUUMMMMMMING” and his cock swelled and then exploded, shooting a thick spurt of his hot cock juice deep into my pussy, and that sent me over the top too, into a magnificent driving orgasm, and I kept on cumming and cumming as he kept on thrusting and thrusting and spurting his juices into me.

Alongside me I could hear Yasmine wailing loudly too, and dad almost screaming out, and I knew that they were both cumming along with us.

Finally we all collapsed into an untidy heap, with arms and legs everywhere, and stayed that way until dad finally staggered up and got everyone a drink. Uncle John was looking a little bemused, yet pleased with himself, although he blushed very self consciously when I asked him how he’d enjoyed fucking his niece! then I reached up and kissed him lightly on the lips and told him there was more to come, much, much more to come. Since they’d come home so early and interrupted our fun, the least they could do was make up for it, so I moved over to daddy and Yasmine moved over to uncle John and we set about getting them aroused all over again.

It didn’t take long to make them both rock hard again, and I enjoyed the look of shock that flew over uncle John’s face as daddy slowly started to shove his big, hard cock into my pussy, yeah, I got a real thrill out of that look, out of doing daddy in front of him, and I think I was even wilder than the time before, crying out very, very loudly, “Oh yes daddy, fuck me, fuck your horny daughter, fuck me hard, fill me up, shoot you cum juice right up my steaming pussy, oh god, I want you so bad, want daddy’s cock so much”

My words were certainly turning daddy on a lot, and when I glanced over at uncle John, I could see that he was watching us as he was fucking Yasmine, watching us and getting off on the sight of daddy fucking me, so I fucked even harder, and this time my orgasm when it came almost blew me completely away.

Unfortunately shortly after that uncle John had to leave, but not before he’d promised to come again real soon. When daddy came back from seeing him out he grinned at us and said “That was completely unexpected, but I loved it, but now I’m off to bed so that you two can take up where you were interrupted earlier” and with a quick kiss on both our cheeks, he left.

Yasmine and I looked at each other and grinned, and without a word fell into each other’s arms and kissed deeply, before I lifted her to her feet and walked her into my bedroom, “You can leave for work from here tomorrow” I said “Some of my clothes will fit you” Her answer was a deep and passionate kiss that seemed to last for the rest of the night – it just moved around to various parts of our bodies! MMMMMMMMMMMM, oh what a night!

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