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“Why do you have to go see those old hillbillies, Jo? We could have such a great time in Branson seeing the shows, baby. I’ve got a cruise on Table Rock Lake lined up this afternoon, and I think I can make three shows tonight. Yakov Smirnov! How can you pass that up?”

Jo signaled a right turn off the four lane onto a 2 lane blacktop running south. “They’re family, Mindi. Blood, it’s a mountain thing. I can’t come this close without stopping by for a few days. It’s like John Denver’s ‘Country Roads’: I’ve got a feeling I should have been home yesterday. I know, I know, it’s not West Virginia, but a lot of these hill folks came from that direction. Gotta stop by.”

Mindi shrugged into her mobile device “All right, but my family’s cool with everything I do. Your loss. When do I see you?”

“Three days, just in time to head back to Champaign. Look, we had a good time with my cousins up in Springfield, right? They showed us around pretty good. Gran knows I’m in the neighborhood. Just trust me on this. You play around Branson and have a good time and I’ll see you Sunday. I trust you.”

“All right, I guess. Love ya, miss ya.”

“Love ya, miss ya. You’re still the only one for me. Later.”

“Later.” Jo pushed the disconnect, and paid attention to the road, which started to wind as she passed the city limits of a small town. A senior at the University of Illinois, she was taller than usual, thin, and well proportioned. Volleyball had been good to her in many ways, paying for her education as well as giving her an athlete’s body. Her blond hair was in twin pigtails, a style she only wore when she went back to the hills. Her skin was rather pale; it was too soon to train for beach season and she’d been inside all winter.

The temperature was climbing, summer was making an early May arrival in the Ozarks. Jo was running without the air conditioner, knowing she’d be without at her grandparent’s house and wanted to start adjusting. The trees were gathering around the road, and a deer sprang from the ditch beside her, startling her, but practiced reflexes kept them both safe.

“Why am I going back?” she said to herself. “Mom only comes down once a year. I haven’t been here since I was 12. Doesn’t look like things have changed around here. Haven’t been here since I came out. Why am I scared of Gran?’ She punched a button and John Denver’s dulcet tones filled her rented 4 wheel drive van. ‘Grandma’s Feather Bed’ started and she made a turn onto a gravel road. “Cause I loved spending the summers with Gran and Papa and Uncle Frank and cousin Sadie. Cause even though it was pretty rough out here they loved me to death. The mountains are magic and I’ve missed them. If anybody ever touched me, I bet they’d all come, guns blazing, to set things right. I’ve blown it off for too long. It’ll be hot and awful, and I’ll miss taking a shower every day, but I gotta see them again. Case closed.”

At the bottom of a hill, a track branched off to the left: Jo knew instinctively it was the right road. Following the tracks was difficult: it had rained over the past few days, and she was worried about getting stuck. The road seemed to disappear in a couple of places, but soon after topping a rise she saw the ramshackle old house. A grizzled man sat on the porch, wearing only a pair of overalls, shotgun resting on his lap. The weapon came up as she pulled up; Jo jumped out as soon as she could and waved her hands: “It’s me, Uncle Frank, it’s me, Josie!”

Uncle Frank looked puzzled for a moment before reluctantly lowering his gun. He squinted and blinked a couple of times before uncocking the shotgun. “Well, goddammit if it isn’t little Josie! My, my, have you growed up! Damn, you look just like your Momma when she was a youngun.” He turned around and shouted, “Hey, Maw! Josie’s here!”

A woman in her mid 60s came through the door, wiping her hands on her apron. Her grey hair was up in a huge bun, a pair of knitting needles sticking through it; she wore a simple, long sleeved pattern dress with a square neck and practical shoes. She was rather thin, and the wobble of her chest told Josie she wasn’t wearing underwear, as usual. As usual, she was barefoot: she only wore shoes in the depths of winter or when she went to church on Sunday, when she’d put on the best dress she had. Her face was mostly unlined, her skin soft and smooth except for her hands, which were working hands. “Frank, I knew she was comin’, Ellie told me. Been a bit too long since you’ve been here, Missy, but I guess we’ll let you in. Go get her bags, Frank, then you can go ’round the mountain to visit Widow Jenkins like you wanna.”

“Yes, Momma, thank you Momma. Damn, her tits popped out pretty good, bigger than Ellie’s.”

“Hush up, you horn dog. Slobberin’ over her body is no way to make the girl welcome. Git!”

“Yes, Momma.” Frank mumbled as he shuffled to fetch her bags from the car.

Gran wrapped her arms around Jo, giving her a big hug, and whispered in her ear. “Thank God you’re here. There’s been a hole in my heart, and now it’s full again. Praise be to Jesus.”

“Amen,” Gaziantep Oral Escort Jo replied. Eventually breaking the hug, she put her arm around her grandmother’s waist and walked to the house with her. “How’s it going, Gran?”

The old woman shook her head. “Arthur’s givin’ Papa and me a lot of trouble. Ya know, ol’ Arthur Itiss. Hard time walkin’ when it got cold last winter. Betsy’ havin’ ‘nother baby, number four. Prayin’ it’s a boy this time.”

“How old is Betsy? I remember playing with her every summer, but she’s older than me, right?”

Gran nodded. “Two, two ‘n half years. Three girls so far, hopin’ for a boy. Chester needs a boy.”

Jo whispered into her grandmother’s ear. “Gran, girls can do anything boys can, don’t ya know?”

The screen door banged a little harder than necessary, but that topic died. Jo looked around the front room, which was the main living space. It was almost the same as she remembered, only a little more threadbare, but the place was immaculate. A massive iron wood burning stove sat in the far end; a couple of rocking chairs, a couple of end tables; a huge sofa with tasseled throw pillows; the pictures were all of Jesus and religious scenes. An old dog lounged in the corner, a bloodhound, stirred his head, begging for attention, and Jo stroked his old fur. “How’s old Coot?”

“Oh, he’ll be sixteen in a couple of weeks. Probably won’t make it there, been shittin’ all over the place and kain’t hardly keep his food down. Sleeps most of the time. Been a good dog. We’ll miss ‘im.”

“How sad. Will you get another one?”

Gran shook her head. “Gotta have one, need to know when company’s comin’. Widow Jenkin’s dog just had a litter, Frank’s got one picked out for us.” She looked her granddaughter in the eye and said, “How’s yer momma?”

Jo looked away. “Okay, I guess. Haven’t talked to her for a while. She keeps pretty busy with her clients, sells the most houses in Springfield by far.”

An old hand redirected the young head to face her grandmother. “You haven’t talked since Christmas, have ya?”

The young woman shrugged her shoulders. “Text her a bit. Know what’s she’s doing, tell her where I am. We’re in touch.”

Gran shook her head. “She jus’ don’t understand. Every week we talk, bet you’re surprised by that, and all she kin talk about is you and what you’re up to. You don’t treat blood like that, Josie.”

“I didn’t know that, Gran. Never thought.”

“Yer her only. Her first, last and all the ones in the middle.”

“But Momma hates me, she never really cared.”

“She doesn’t like yer girlfriend. Mommas protect their younguns, don’t think anybody’s good nuff for ’em, she’ll come around when she sees your…friend is all right. Can’t say I understand, but we pretty much let everybody be who they are ’round here. Sorry you didn’t think you could bring her. Yer girlfriend. I’d like to meet her.”

Jo looked up with wide eyes, surprised. “Doesn’t Jesus tell you all being gay is wrong?”

The old woman shook her head. “We’re all sinners, all washed in the blood of the Lamb. I’m not perfect, hell no! Jesus tells us not to judge, so I’m not judgin’. God made us the way we are fer a reason, gotta accept that. If your Momma went to Church more often she’d understand. Sorry you couldn’t bring yer friend.”

“Well, Mindi’s not used to country ways…”

“Hush, no more. I’m not dumb, I know city folks think we’re backward. You need ta git over bein’ embarrassed about yer roots. When you’re ready, she’s welcome. Meanwhile, you’re here now and I need some help. ‘Member how to peel taters?”

Jo kicked her shoes and socks off. “Sure, Gran. Can’t forget something like that.”

When they got to the kitchen, Jo looked outside under the big trees where a hammock was strung. A large man was laying in it, one arm dangling over the side halfway to the ground, bare feet hanging off the far end. “Papa takin’ a nap?”

“Yup. Spent the night in jail, poor man.”

“Gran!”

“Now, he weren’t causin’ trouble. Sheriff’s Deputy caught him makin’ a delivery and he had to spend a night in the pokey. They came out and smashed the still first thing, all I could to do hold Frank back. Papa’s gotta find the stuff he hid, make his deliveries and find a spot to set up his still agin. Needs his rest fer a while first.”

“He should give it up…”

“Now child, don’t you bad mouth your kin! Yer grandfather’s stuck by me through thick and thin for 45 years, and I’m sticking with him. We ain’t got enough crops or animals to get by, so this is the only way we kin make a livin’. Laws is nice when you kin afford ’em, as well as morals.”

“But, surely…Momma’s set you up with something…”

Gran finished a potato, and picked up another. “Your Momma’s set us up with nothin’. Don’t need her help. Shit, had to bail her out a coupla times, specially last year when things was slow sellin’ houses..”

“But I thought…”

“We’d move away from here if we could? Shit no, child. This is home: our family belongs to this mountain. Our kin’s in that little cemetery halfway to the gate. As long as those deefense contractors make money, we’ll be all right. Oh don’t be surprised we own stock, don’t need a phone to do that. We go into Springfield once a month, and don’t make any sudden moves, don’t panic when everybody else is. We make enough and we don’t waste nothin’. Hell, only thing I use my cell phone for is to talk to yer Momma every week. Gotta talk to my only little girl now ‘n then. This is our mountain, we paid for it in sweat ‘n blood. Here’s where we belong.”

Gran brought the basket of potatoes out to the porch, stopping to pull a shotgun out of a closet. They sat on the front porch in a nice breeze, putting the basket between them, the gun on the old woman’s lap, and started to work. A raspy distant radio played a local station from the other side of the house, full of old country music. Josie noticed how her grandmother’s knuckles were swollen from arthritis, but they still worked faster than hers at their task. When the pot was half full of freshly peeled slices, a loud groan came from out back. “That’ll be your Papa. Damn that man, too busy to give ‘im a blowjob now. Kin you take care of it, Ellie?”

Jo put her potato down half peeled, turning red. “What? You want me to what?”

The old woman looked at her, and then shook her head. “Damn, forgot ya ain’t in on it. Sorry, Josie, forgit I said it.”

“What? You were asking me to…to…”

“Look, things is different up here, always have been. When you’re ’round family all the time, ya gotta bend the rules. Fer a minute I thought you was your momma.”

“My momma? She sucked his…”

The swollen hands never paused. “Ya think we’re backward ‘n such up here. S’not what ya think. Nobody gits forced inta anythin’. Jus’ takin’ care of each other. We kin have dinner a little late today, I’ll take care of ‘im.”

“I’m just trying to take it all in. I love Papa, but, I dunno…”

“Hush!” The old woman stuck her knife in a potato and put her hands on her hips. “Lookit, he’s a vet’ran, went to ‘Nam, always took care of me and your momma and all your uncles. Kept hisself clean over there, didn’t diddle no hookers ‘n get the clap or nothin’ like some o’ his buddies did. He’d give anybody the shirt off his back, like Jesus wants us to. Loyal to his friends, never gives any of ‘um up. And never touched any girl underage, no sir! Damn near kilt your momma’s first boyfriend when he thought that boy was didllin’ her fore they was married.”

“Sorry, Gran. Didn’t mean to get you worked up. Just never thought…”

“I guess not.” She sat back down and took a deep breath. “Sorry ’bout jumpin’ down yer throat, little Josie. Times is different, we gotta change. I’d do anythin’ fer him and he’d do anythin’ fer me. We’ll give this ‘nother ten minutes and you can finish up. How ’bout that?” She pulled her knife out of the potato and quickly peeled it.

Conway Twitty wafted from the back, and a dog bayed in the distance. A breeze tickled a wind chime on the porch, which brought back memories for Jo. It was as though she’d never left, and all the winters away were distant dreams. Josie remembered her Papa, who always made time for her. He was always tired, and know she knew why. Even tried a couple of card games she learned in school despite never understanding them, before playing 4 point Pitch as usual. He was never angry with her. Her own father left her mother when she was a baby, and Josie had no idea where he was or what he was doing. Putting her knife down, she stood up and said, “I think I gotta visit the outhouse.”

Gran didn’t look up. “Papa did take a bath this mornin’. Always does when he gits sprung. Got a hard night ahead of ‘im tonight.”

As Jo went around the house, she noticed it had been painted recently. The flower bushes were in bloom, and the garden was producing tomatoes and lettuce. It would be time to pick blackberries soon. A side window was open, and she crawled in to make a detour. Under the sink was a jug of her Grandfather’s business product. She poured a couple of fingers in a small mason jar: the taste was smoky and settled gracefully on her tongue. Pouring a bit more, she sighed and put the jug back. Stepping carefully, she went out the back door, taking care not to let it bang. The grass felt good under her bare feet.

The hammock looked like it was stretched to capacity, but Jo noticed the cords were all new. Her grandfather still struck her as a gigantic man: he lay on his stomach like a beached whale, snoring softly into a small pillow. There was a slit underneath,where his cock and balls dangled free. The sausage danced a little in a dream, a little dew clustered at the end. Jo came up and touched the hairy shoulder.

A bloodshot eye opened, and a low growl came from deep in his throat. “Hey, Ellie. Good ta see ya’. Yer lookin’ real purty, princess.”

“I’m not Ellie, Papa. That’s my mother, I’m Jo-Josie.”

The head raised up and looked at her through sleepy eyes. “Well so it is. Long time no see, Josie. Yer purtier than your maw, that’s fer sure. Come give yer old Pawpaw a kiss, princess.” She walked over and gave him a peck on the lips, like she had since she could remember. “I think I’m gonna keep ya pretty close up here. If those young bucks from the next mountain git an idea yer here, I’m gonna halfta sit up with my shotgun all night to protect ya.” He put his hand on her shoulder and smiled. “Ellie used to wear those halter tops like that, let’s git a look at ya. Shit, woman, yer all growed up. Let’s see yer little nipples.”

Jo paused for a moment. He must be thinking she was going to take care of him, he wouldn’t ask her to show him her breasts otherwise, right? The look on his face wasn’t completely lustful, but curious. She untied the back and dropped her top, letting her average boobs feel the sunlight.

“Yer bigger than yer maw, that’s fer sure. Got yer nipples somewhere else, they glow like stars. Purty, purty, purty. Never say yer no account dad’s side of the fambly dint give ya nothin’. You bring yer friend?” The girl shook her head. “All right, things take time. Anybody important to you’s important to me. Long as yer happy.”

“Thanks, Papa. How’s it goin’?”

He shook his head. “Daym Bert, either he’s gittin’ better or I’m gittin’ dumber. Shoulda seen him behind that tree. Fuckin’ judge wouldn’t take bail money, neither. Said I had a ‘criminal record’ so I had to stay. Kids today is all little self-righteous assholes. ‘Cept you, Josie, course. Had the cash ready fer bail, ready to give it to the little turd and he said no. Sheeyiyut!” Jo noticed his penis was getting redder and bouncing a little on its own. “Not sure how much longer I wanna stay in this world.”

She took a sip of her white lightning, and noticed the flavor pleased her more. “Oh, we need you a while longer, Papa. You’re still worth something.”

He tapped her cheek. “Thanks, princess. I love you, too, ever since I first laid eyes on ya. Anythin’ ya want here is yours.” The eyes faded a moment, drifting shut, and an old hand shot up to swat at a gnat that landed on his neck. “Man kain’t get a good day’s sleep round here. You done with yer schoolin’ yet?”

“Next spring. Going to look for work as a physical therapist. Want to play volleyball, but I’m not good enough for the elite.”

“What ’bout yer lady friend? What’s she gonna do?”

“Oh, she’s going to be an accountant, and she can work anywhere. Her dad left her enough for a down payment on a house, so we’ll be all right.”

“Great. Git yourself a coupla younguns and you’ll be set. Good money counter is worth ‘is weight. Aw, shiyut…you know what I meant.”

“Yes, Papa. It’s OK.”

“Good thing Bridey Jenkins’ boy looks after our money. We got some buried jus’ in case, but we got some in the bank, or whatever the hell he calls that place he works.” She took a nervous sip, and he rose up, eyes wide open. “What’cha drinkin’, kiddo? Don’t look like water to me?” He sniffed a little and a big smile creased his face. “Heeya, you’s a mountain girl after all! Yer Momma almost gagged on her first taste of Shine. Even Sadie never took more ‘n a sip ‘fore she became a Baptis’. Like it, do ya?”

Jo took another sip. “Yeah. It’s better than most Scotch. Could I take some home with me?”

“Shit girl, do ya hafta ask? Long as yer not flying, ya can take a whole jug. That recipe came from Scotland, way, way back. Pappy said so, and he never lied to me. My Paw was the best, still a legend ’round here, and they say I’m just as good. From the Highlands to Ireland to Appalachia to Missoura, father to son, 10 generations. Frank knows the recipe, but he won’t have no kids. None o’ the other boys or yer cousins ever wanted ta learn. Teach it to ya, if ya want.”

The thought was interesting. She had seen legal moonshine in a liquor store in Springfield the day before. Looking around, she felt the mountains talking to her in distant whispers. “Didn’t they get your whole stock?”

“Naw, just the batch I was workin’ on. Got stuff hidden all over the mountain; Frank’s getting some for the deliveries. Should cut Brad off for bein’ such a prick. His Maw’s gonna give him such a talkin’ to. Gonna take a while to finda place for the new still.” He smiled as she took another sip and savored the taste. “Gotta deal fer ya. Since ya like the taste of my Shine, I’d like a taste of your pretty little titty. She bin talkin’ to me ever since she came out to play.” His eyebrow raised, and little smile played on his lips as he winked at her.

She looked back at the house and saw her grandmother working by the window. Another sip, and she moved over so he could reach her. His tongue was amazingly soft, and teased her erect bud more gently than anyone she’d ever dated. Soon the entire nipple was in his mouth and felt like heaven. His scraggy growth scratched the skin around her aureola, but she couldn’t pull away. Looking back over her shoulder, she saw her Gran smiling at her before she turned away to work on another chore. After a few moments bliss, she pulled it back and offered him the other one, which felt better than the first. Looking down, his cock was swinging on its own, the tip glistening in the sun, and his balls seemed to have grown.

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Taylor stepped into the apartment. Anticipation hurried his movements as he kicked off his shoes and slipped out of his jacket, then he paused and forced himself to take the time to put them in their proper place. He ran fingers through his blond hair, contemplating whether or not he had enough time to take a shower before Drey showed up. The thought of the professor’s imminent arrival sent another thrum of eagerness through him, he licked his lips and headed to the bathroom.

It was no surprise that he was excited; between the contraption on his cock and the constant ache in his feet he had not been able to stop thinking about Drey and what the professor planned to do to him. Slowly, he was getting used to the chastity device, used to controlling his erection so it didn’t fight the relentless cage. It was still agony when his focus slipped, but he was careful not to let that happen too often. He had to admit, the more he wore it, the more he grew to like it. It was an inescapable reminder, similar to the plugs and clamps that had been used on him in the past. At the same time it was more controlling, if he got too hot and bothered he no longer had the option of rubbing one out.

He slipped his clothing off, turned on the water, and stepped into the tub. With a slight wince he faced away from the faucet, so that the spray didn’t fall directly onto his genitals. Grasping the shampoo bottle he leaned into the warm spray and closed his eyes for a moment to enjoy the patter of water on his scalp. He worked the shampoo into his wet hair quickly, then rinsed it as he grabbed the bar of soap. He lathered his body, scrubbing away the grimy feeling that work always left him with. He rinsed again and shut off the faucet. Normally he liked lengthy showers, but it wouldn’t be too long before the professor arrived and he needed at least a few minutes to get into character after he got dressed.

Taylor stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and caught sight of himself in the mirror. The image was distorted by steam, features just distinguishable. The bruising on his neck was fading to yellow, soon it would be completely gone until the next time he was marked. Which, knowing Drey, wouldn’t be too far in the future. He wound the towel around his waist, holding it with one hand as he picked up the dirty clothes in the other. As he exited the bathroom he considered what he would change into, then stopped considering it.

Something dark covered his eyes and a grip on his wet hair shoved him down, doubling him over. Drey’s early arrival was startling enough that instinct took over and Taylor bent to his knees before he recalled his role. His body went rigid. It was hard to ignore the urge to give in, especially with no time to prepare. His clothing and the towel fell as he flailed his arms and aimed an elbow at the older man.

The intruder caught his wrist and twisted it roughly behind him, earning a yelp as he pinned it up between his shoulder blades. He shoved him downwards again, so that Taylor’s forehead was on the floor and his knees burned against the carpet as he struggled to rise. He released his hair and snatched up his other arm, forcing both to cross behind his back. With one booted foot he stepped on the middle of the young man’s back with just enough pressure to keep him down. Taylor fought but was hardly able to go anywhere as the stranger reached for the pair of cuffs that he had left withing convenient reach.

Taylor swore as the leather buckles were secured around his wrists, his curses muffled by the carpet. Fingers stroked through his hair, got a grip, then hauled his head up. All he could do was arch his back with the boot still holding his lower half to the floor. He gritted his teeth and tried with very little success to turn his head away as the intruder shoved a rubber gag at his lips. Fingers grasped his chin and easily pried his mouth open. The gag was not completely round, instead it was oval shaped with a bulge at one end, so that he could not push it out with his tongue as the straps were pulled behind his head and secured together. It tasted new, with that faint chemically hint that clung to plastic. Hands shifted the blindfold into a more effective position, then the stranger stepped away from his captive and crossed the room to where he had left his other equipment.

A grunt escaped Taylor as he rose to his knees, yanking at the bindings that held his wrists. He stood and nearly tripped over the damp towel that was still underfoot. He found the wall mostly by accident, leaned against it, and worked on fully immersing himself in his character during the short wait for the professor to return. He cowered with believable fear as footsteps heralded Drey’s approach.

The intruder grabbed his hair once more, instead of pushing him back down he pulled him further upright and steered him to face the wall. He stepped forward. His chest was against Taylor’s back, his breath hot on his neck, and his hands exploring the naked Gaziantep Mutlu Son Escort body. He wore all black, from the boots and denim clad legs that he used to kick apart the young man’s legs to his simple T-shirt and the thin leather gloves that encased his fingers. The only thing on him that wasn’t dark was the cane that hung from a strap on his wrist. It was a slight but sturdy thing made from bamboo. It brushed the young man’s skin as the stranger’s touch roved over his chest, drawing shivers from him.

Taylor was already partially erect, and gasped as the unrelenting metal of the chastity devise was pressed harder against his flesh by the knee that nudged between his thighs. He drooled around the gag and his knees bent as he spread his legs further, silently asking for more. A sharp pain shot through his scalp, the grip pulled him straight again as the intruder stepped away.

He used the handful of hair to keep the younger man on his toes with his head pressed against the wall. Then he swung the cane, smirking as Taylor whimpered and cringed even though it only swished at the air. His feet probably still ached from the activities of yesterday, it would be a challenge to keep him up for a prolonged period. The intruder licked his lips, took aim, and swung the cane again. It swished through the air and snapped the back of his thighs.

“One,” He spoke quietly and tugged insistently on Taylor’s hair as the younger man tried to step away. Swish, snap. “Two.” The stranger was not going easy but every motion was carefully controlled. While the cane caused a growing amount of pain, it did not come anywhere close to drawing blood.

The young man gasped with each swing. The first dozen weren’t so bad, starting just below his ass they traveled down until the twelfth strike bit at the soft skin of the back of his knees. Then the aim shifted higher again, strikes crossing the welts that already formed on his pale skin. Taylor’s gasps became whimpers by the time twenty was passed. Knees knocked against the wall as sore feet protested having to keep him up.

The intruder tugged his hair and paused the caning in order to tap the young man on ankle, eliciting a moan as Taylor struggled to rise. He smiled and continued where he had left off. Swish, snap. “Twenty-two.”

With his legs trembling and reddened by the bamboo, Taylor was crying by the time he was allowed to collapse against the wall. Forty-three, the number rang in his mind as the professor walked away again. Disappointment swirled through him. The aim had been for fifty but neither the hold on his hair nor the threat of the cane against his heel had been enough to keep him on his toes, he had failed. He moaned against his gag, hating the sick feeling that coiled inside him at the thought of displeasing Drey. If he had been able to speak he would have begged the older man to finish the rest before moving on to the next part, certain he could stay up for just seven more hits.

Hands pulled his limp form away from the support of the wall, arranging him on his knees and pressing his head down so that his forehead was once again acquainted with the carpet. The intruder pressed his leg to the back of Taylor’s welted thighs, propping him up as he maneuvered his ass into a far more vulnerable position. The cool surface of the paddle brushed against one check and then the other. It had been sanded to immaculate smoothness, the wood almost soft as it touched his skin.

Taylor bit down on the gag and his cuffed hands clenched into fists. He would make it to fifty this time, without doing anything that could be taken as an indication to stop. He focused on Drey’s voice, methodically counting along with each blow from the paddle. Each slap won a pained grunt from the young man even though he tried to keep himself quiet.

The intruder paused at forty, placing the paddle down and leering at his captive’s plaintive moans. He rubbed his hands along Taylor’s butt, the skin was warm to the touch even through his gloves. “With the way you waggle your ass around, I almost think you want it.”

It took a moment for Taylor to realize that he had slipped out of character to the point where Drey had to go off script to subtly scold him. Hearing the professor’s voice, harsher than normal but otherwise undisguised, caused the sick feeling to wind tighter in his stomach. Drey was not supposed to speak yet, not until the end of tomorrow. Taylor was ruining their game because he wasn’t focused.

The paddle slid across his ass again and a gloved hand reached down to pet his nearly dry hair. Taylor held his body rigid, fighting the tremors that tried to wrack him. Submission was not the way to please Drey tonight, but how could he not submit? The conflict roiled through him and the young man burned with disgust at himself. What the hell was wrong with him that he couldn’t keep in character?

There was a shift behind him, the professor leaning across his back to snarl in his ear. “Do you want it? Huh bitch. You like being spanked like a_”

Taylor saw flashes and stars, even with the blindfold on, and gave a dizzy growl through the gag. He had jerked his head backwards as much as he was able, the base of his skull solidly connecting with something of Drey’s. He didn’t have long to wait for the professor to react to that show of defiance; he could only hope he would be allowed the chance to earn forgiveness for his lapse.

The stranger pressed a hand to the young man’s neck and shoved him, grinding his face against the carpet. His forehead smarted where Taylor had managed to headbutt him, but he repaid that as he took up the paddle once more. After nearly a dozen, utterly satisfying thwacks, he left him shivering on the floor and returned the paddle to the bag. A contemplative look crossed his face, and then he grabbed another object before he strode back.

It was not easy to get Taylor to stand, he was about as steady on his feet as a newborn foal. The intruder herded him to the bed and pressed him onto the blankets. He knelt over the young man, considering the shivering form as he unwound the cat and held it over him. The many strands dangled, tips grazing Taylor’s skin. He smiled as the young man squirmed beneath the gentle touch. Then he raised the cat and brought it down on the pillow beside them.

Taylor’s flinch was real. They had only agreed on the cane and the paddle, Drey had not even suggested on using a cat-of-nine-tails when they were making plans. His breath hissed out in gusts as he panted around the gag. He twisted away as the cat struck again, hitting the bed sheets near his arm. He resisted the hand that pressed him back into position, gnawing on the gag to keep from mewling as leather strands returned to trace across his chest.

The leather traced a slow path from one nipple to the other and the young man took the time to get his breathing under control. It must be the punishment for failing to stay in character earlier, he decided, repayment for collapsing before Drey had finished caning him. A sort of gratitude filled him, he was glad the professor was giving him another opportunity to please him. Taylor braced himself as the cat-of-nine-tails was lifted away, determined to take what he deserved even if it hurt like hell. He jerked involuntarily at the sound of the cat’s snap, though like the two previous times, it did not hit him.

There was a slight pressure on his cock as deft fingers worked at the lock, then relief as the device was slipped off. Knees slid between his legs, firmly spreading him as his freed penis bobbed for attention. He gave a frustrated cry as the strands returned, running first up and then down his chest. Then another cry broke free as they coiled and snaked along his cock. The leather rose away.

The intruder swung the cat. It cracked against the sheets and simultaneously he landed a light tap on the head of Taylor’s cock with two fingers. The young man writhed and his muffled yelp ended with a confused moan. He repeated the action again and again for several minutes, tapping, flicking, or pinching the young man’s cock as the cat-of-nine-tails hit the bed. Not once did the cat actually snap against him, but each time Taylor flinched as if it had. By the time he finished and placed the cat to the side, the younger man was breathing hard, his muscles taut as he mentally cursed at the imagination that the stranger was exploiting.

A hand slid behind his head, grasping his hair and pulling him up. Drey licked at Taylor’s lips, his tongue exploring the parts of the rubber ball that he could reach and the straps that held it in place. Taylor moaned as the older man nipped down his chin, down his neck. He arched back, helpless as talented teeth and lips worked on first one nipple, and then moved to the other.

His mouth moved down and he delved his tongue into the young man’s naval. Taylor made pleading noises but didn’t dare to move his legs while the gloved hands rested on his knees. His penis wept for attention as the mouth moved further down, but teeth grazed the inside of his thighs rather than relieve his frustration.

The stranger hummed with approval as his captive whimpered and strained to spread his legs more, offering himself for anything he wanted to do to him. He was beautiful when he surrendered like that, unconditionally and without hesitation. The professor almost loathed having to bite at the soft skin near his groin, and then again when the first time wasn’t enough to pull him back into character.

Taylor gave a halfhearted effort to kick Drey off him, then a cursory struggle as hands grasped his leg and flipped him over onto his stomach. His ass was sore. Some of the welts on his thighs would be felt for days.

Gloved hands explored the deliciously red skin, kneading the cheeks for a moment before spreading them. The intruder spat, then rubbed his thumb into the saliva, spreading it over the young man’s exposed hole. Taylor moaned as the digit entered him and set about loosening the ring of muscle. The texture of the gloves added a foreign quality to the familiar fingers that worked him open, a sort of extra friction that ignited his nerves. He sighed and groaned as Drey finished prepping him, bracing himself as the professor shifted.

Teeth bit the gag at the sound of Drey’s zipper. The anxiety brought on by his inability to withstand the caning and the nervousness triggered by the cat melted away. He was glad that he couldn’t speak, aware of how likely he was to fall out of character and beg to be fucked.

The stranger lifted the young man’s hips, leaned forward, and entered him. He held that position, with just the tip of his cock inside Taylor, as the captive gave imploring moans. He pulled out slowly, a smile crossed his expression at the body bucking beneath him. His grip tightened, holding Taylor still so he couldn’t shift and take more than the he wanted to give. His movements were slow and deliberate as he took his time enjoying the muffled pleas.

Taylor gave a sound of frustration as Drey slid out of him again. The professor was barely touching him anymore, only with his knees as he kept the young man’s legs stretched wide. Then even those lifted away. Hyper-aware of every shift of the bed, Taylor held his breath as the other leaned over him, hands settling on either side of his shoulders. Still he wasn’t being touched, no contact even between his bare skin and Drey’s clothing. He gave a whine, he wanted the connection, he wanted_Oh. He gasped in a breath.

His cock nudged between the captive’s cheeks, “Shhhh,” he hissed into the shell of Taylor’s ear, quieting the plaintive noises that squeaked past his gag. He supported his body above the young man, lowering himself and letting his penis inch inside. “Don’t move,” he muttered at him. He didn’t need to try and make his voice harsh, arousal was doing that for him. “If you move at all I’ll use the cat on you.”

His entire focus was on the hot shaft that slid in at a torturous rate. His body shuddered with the effort that it took to not press his hips upwards to swallow Drey’s cock into his ass. At times it seemed there was no movement behind him, like the professor would never get to fucking him. There came a point when he considered risking the cat, willing to face any number of lashes just for an instant with the entirety of that penis inside of him. Then Drey moved.

He lay his body on top of him as he rocked his hips, his erection surrounded by Taylor’s heat. There was something perfect about the way his denim clad legs pressed to the young man’s bare thighs, the way his t-shirt was wetted by the sweat that shone on his naked back. Taylor was making a valiant effort to be still; his muscles were so taut that he trembled. The stranger reached up, unbuckling the gag and tossing the rubber aside.

“Fuck,” he started, then bit his lip before he could add the ‘me.’ “You, fuck you, you perverted freak.” He choked off with a moan as lips stroked his ear and the cock stroked deep inside him. His hips jerked and he gasped. “I didn’t mean to move! I didn’t.”

He didn’t cease the rocking motion of his body as he reached for the cat. He silenced any more words from the young man by pressing the handle against his lips and then into his mouth. The stranger smiled, he had said he would use it, not how he would use it. There were so many inventive ways to use a cat-of-nine tails that didn’t include whipping. “Suck it.”

Taylor obeyed. The handle of the cat was just the right shape and length to make it seem like he was being fucked from both ends. Except it was rigid, it didn’t bend down his throat like a cock would. The professor prodded it against the insides of his cheeks as he laved it with his tongue. The handle had a faint salty taste to it, it tasted like Drey’s hands, like the palm that had held it over him.

The stranger moved faster, no longer taking his time as arousal wore down his patience. Taylor’s body moved beneath him in just the right way, hips raised just a little to welcome the pounding. It wasn’t long before he was ready to cum, he slipped out amid a chorus of muffled protests from the young man. He bent forward again, pressing the head of his cock to one of Taylor’s bound hands. Semen spurted across the palm, slicked along the fingers.

They were both panting as the intruder pulled at the captive’s hair, removed the handle from between his lips as he tilted his head. Then he kissed him at that awkward angle. Taylor’s mouth was pliant against his and he sucked the tongue that teased in passed his lips. The stranger grabbed his hips when he came up for air and flipped the young man onto his back.

“Sorry.” Taylor muttered as fingers touched his sticky stomach. He had already cum, the friction between his body and the bedsheets while he was fucked had been enough. He gasped as the professor bent down and licked him, cleaning the sperm away before taking the head of his spent cock into his mouth. A strangled cry escaped him as he sucked hard.

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A feeble light pierced the darkness. It spread across the khaki canvas chairs and backpacks that littered the plywood floor. When the rays of dawn reached the metal sink it reflected onto Stevie’s face. He rubbed his eyes. For a moment he thought that he was safely in his bedroom. He opened his eyes fully. The bare wall reminded him that he was still in the hut. He was still on that damned island.

Stevie pulled the coarse blanket into a tight cocoon. He tried to forget the situation. He wanted to sleep. He tried to think about his girlfriend. Of all the things that he missed, her soft embrace was the thing that he ached for. He felt his nakedness growing against the warm blanket. His left hand instinctively reached for his groin. He recalled the feel of her tender flesh under his fingers.

The spell was broken by the echo of throaty coughing. His brother, Mike, was also waking up. Stevie lay still. Mike was a heavy smoker. Nicotine craving was a silent alarm clock. After sharing the hut for two weeks Stevie knew what was going to happen next. The coughing increased. Stevie cupped his genitals in his left hand tried to stay perfectly still. He heard the movements across the hut. His penis grew slightly as he listened.

Mike rolled out of the camp bed and tossed his blanket against the wall. He leant on the metal bed frame as he rose unsteadily. He picked up a crumpled shirt from his pile of clothing and put it on. He didn’t do up the buttons. Mike, nearly naked, walked toward the door of the hut. The need to urinate gave Mike his usual morning hard on. He proudly looked down as he lurched across the room. The morning sunshine highlighted his smooth purple nob. He paused for a moment to rub it. He loved the feel of his callused fingers lightly brushing the length of his manhood.

Mike pushed the door open with one hand as he scooped up his lighter and cigarettes with the other. Stevie jumped involuntarily as the hut door slammed behind his brother. He listened to Mike’s bare feet slapping along the stony path down to the beach. He waited until his brother’s coughing merged with the distant noise of the surf.

Stevie pushed the blanket away. He shaped it into a rough pyramid against the wall and rolled onto his back. He stared at the metal ceiling of the hut and tried to clear his thoughts. This was the second sunrise since the plane had struggled back into the sky. Hopefully another plane would arrive today and liberate them from this miserable place. If that didn’t happen then they would be here for a very long time.

There was nothing that he could do except wait and try not to worry.

Stevie tried to forget by focusing on the memory of his girlfriend. He knew that Mike would be gone for a few hours. He closed his eyes as his left hand fondled his testicles. Stevie gently pinched his nipples with his free hand. His penis started to grow. Stevie recalled the soft white flesh of his girlfriend’s large breasts and the way she sighed as he sucked and chewed on them. He pinched his own nipples until they were red and sore. While firmly massaging his sack with one hand his other one worked its way down his smooth chest and stomach. His manhood stood fully erect, waiting for his fingers. Stevie moved his hand to his mouth. He rolled his fingers into a fist. He pretended that he was going down on her as thrust his tongue in and out of his loose fist.

A drop of precum formed on the tip of his hardness.

Stevie needed to orgasm. After two weeks of masturbation he longed for a good screw or even a bad blowjob. He needed to shoot his load into a soft, warm hole. His hand left his lips and started rubbing his erection. He imagined that it was his girlfriend’s mouth sliding up and down. As his hand found the base of his manhood he moved the other hand to the throbbing tip. As he rubbed his nob he imagined that it was pressing against the back of her throat. He felt the urge building in his balls. He needed someone to swallow his load.

Stevie’s hand started moving faster as he swung around and propped his head up on the blanket. He looked down at his hands working his hardness. He was ready to blow. The feel of his fingers wrapped around his cock was making him delirious with lust. He needed a mouth, any one’s mouth, to receive the warm gift that was building in his cock. He was so hard.

He positioned himself at ninety degrees to the wall with his head raised on the blanket. He looked at his wet, throbbing cock. He lifted his legs and bent his hips so that his feet touched the wall above his head. His nob was about a foot from his mouth. He gradually moved his feet down the wall as he firmly pumped his cock. He poked out his tongue and looked at the drops of cum oozing from Gaziantep Genç Escort the purple tip. His cock was huge. A tiny cum drop dripped onto his tongue. It tasted salty as he licked his lips.

Stevie balanced himself with one hand as he pulled his cock with the other hand. He gradually lowered his feet until his erection was close to his mouth. He raised his head and managed to lick the end of his cock. He pushed the tip of his tongue into eye of his knob. The taste of his own cum made him hornier than ever. He kissed the end of his cock and thrust down with his hips.

Suddenly his mouth was full of purple cockhead. He sucked hard as he frantically pumped his own cock. He could feel the semen about to explode and he tightened his lip lock. A few more strokes of that beautiful hardness pushed him over the edge. Hot semen flowed from his cock into his hungry mouth. He sucked hard and swallowed greedily. He sucked himself dry.

After a few moments he gently uncoiled himself and lay flat on the bed. He was panting heavily. He felt some odd twinges in his back but he didn’t care. That had been the best blowjob of his life. He lay there for a while, feeling like the king of the world. He dozed off.

After some hours he opened his eyes. Mike was silhouetted in the harsh morning sunlight over near the sink. Stevie was horrified that his brother had seen his cum soaked nakedness. As his eyes adjusted to the brightness he realised that Mike was naked and bending over something on his bed. Stevie silently rolled onto his side to watch.

Mike stood back from the bed to admire his handiwork. He had arranged some piles of clothing into shape of person. He opened a magazine to a particular page and rested it at the top of the bed. He then tugged on his penis until it was hard. Mike climbed onto the bed and knelt between the “legs” of his sex surrogate as he looked at the centrefold. He inserted his cock into the clothing and started humping. He quickly shot his load.

Stevie watched intently as Mike then pulled a blanket over himself and went back to sleep.

When he knew that Mike was soundly asleep, Stevie hopped out of bed and headed for the beach. Stevie needed to feel the cold salt water cleanse him. He could find something to eat later. As he walked down the stone path he looked at the sky. He prayed for a plane to appear on the distant horizon.

Stevie walked across the soft sand and entered the water until the water reached his stomach. He felt his body swaying slightly as he searched the sky. The situation was pretty grim but not yet dire. They had shelter and plenty of clothes. There was enough tinned food to feed the four of them for another week. There was some old fishing gear so, if they could figure out how to fish, they could supplement the tinned food with seafood. There were also quite a few wild pigs as well seals that could be slaughtered if necessary. At the moment that all seemed too hard but if they weren’t rescued today there was no way of knowing when, if ever, they would leave this island. He stared at the ocean.

As Stevie looked out on the ocean breakers he thought about the small piece of copper pipe that had betrayed them. It was just a short length, less than a foot long and half an inch in diameter. It carried oil from the tank in his Father’s new plane to the engine. When they had taken off from Manilla no one new that the pipe was cracked. At 20,000 feet and hundreds of miles from anywhere else in the Pacific the pipe had burst and sprayed all the reserve oil into the air. A warning light alerted his Father. They had no option other than landing before the engine exploded. Luckily his Father knew of a disused air strip on an uncharted atoll. The island had last been used by a marine fighter squadron that had flown black ops over the borders of North Korea, China and the Soviet Union. Its location had been kept secret as insurance.

Stevie’s Father was a highly skilled pilot. He made landing a disabled Cessna on a bumpy piece of coral seem like riding a Lear Jet into LAX. He easily spotted the strip that ran parallel to the beach and pulled the plane up well before the jungle that marked the end of the runway. He even showed off by taxiing back to the middle of the strip so that only had to take a short walk to the three small huts that he had slept in back in his Marine Corps days.

As it was very near the end of the day they quickly unloaded some blankets and organised fire wood. As the three huts were too small to accommodate all six of the party they split into pairs as directed by Stevie’s father. Stevie and his older brother Mike took the middle hut. Stevie’s younger brother, Wil, shared the hut nearest the airstrip with his twin sister, Lucy. Wil and Lucy had been adopted after their parents were killed in a plane crash but Mike and Stevie had almost forgotten that.

Stevie’s father, Ed, bunked with his business partner, Barney, in the hut nearest the jungle. As the sun set they found that the huts were surprisingly clean for structures that had been disused for so long. The camp fire died outside the huts as 6 weary people bedded down for the night; thankful just to be alive, on solid ground and not floating amidst the sharks of the North Pacific.

Ed was awake with the first light of day. He woke Barney with a friendly swipe to the head as he fired up the kerosene stove to make coffee. A soon as the pot was made he climbed into bed with Barney. They had often shared beds on business trips so Barney was already lying face down with his short, stout legs spread. Ed grabbed two big handfuls of soft butt and kissed Barney’s sweet hole. He tongued it until it was wet, wide open and begging for cock.

Ed was rock hard. He positioned himself between Barney’s stubby legs. He put the tip of his cock at the entrance to Barney’s hole. He gripped Barney with both hands and shoved that hard prick all the way in. Barney groaned as Ed went to town on his soft body. He loved every inch of that big cock and bucked back each time Ed pushed into him. Ed grunted heavily as he shot his load into that greedy orifice. Barney clenched his buttocks to milk every last drop of cum from that slowly deflating cock.

They lay together for a few minutes. Ed rolled away and slapped Barney’s butt cheek. Barney rose and poured two coffees. He turned around as Ed dropped to his knees beside the bed. Ed opened his mouth. It was soon full of Barney’s penis. Once that short, fat cock was hard, Ed got on all fours and Barney swiftly mounted him. Ed felt a familiar mix of pain and pleasure as his hole was stretched by the brutal penetration. Barney banged away for many minutes until he dragged Ed’s hips back to his and he blew a thick wad into him. He kissed Ed’s sweaty back before he pulled out and wiped his cock in Ed’s beard.

Panting heavily from their exertions they returned to their cold beds and tried to work out how to fix the plane.

Two weeks later they got the thing into the air. To save weight they had stripped every unnecessary piece of equipment and took no luggage. Ed was the pilot and Barney did the navigation duties. They took Ed’s daughter but left the three young men behind. It would be a long flight. They prayed that the temporary oil line would hold together. If it did, they would be back with another plane in two days to collect Mike, Stevie and Wil. If it burst then their rescue was very unlikely to occur.

Mike let the afternoon disappear as he scanned the sky.

No plane came to rescue them.

That night the three young men sat sullenly around the open camp fire. They spoke only when necessary and stared into the flames as the night passed.

Next morning, they all wondered away to different parts of the small atoll.

Stevie decided to walk around the Island in the hope that there might be something of use hidden away in the scrub. Not much chance of that, he knew, but he had to something useful. On a whim, he walked to the beach and turned left.

Late that afternoon he found himself at the other end of the beach. He had seen plenty of trees and pigs but not much else. As he was walking past some low dunes he heard an odd voice. Intrigued he crested two dunes before he spotted the origin of the noise.

It took him some moments before he understood the odd scene that unfolded before him. Wil was lying face down listening to his ipod. The odd noises were Wil’s pathetic attempts to sing along with melodies that only he could hear. Stevie stood and watched. Silently he crept behind some ferns so that he could observe.

Although there was nothing untoward about listening to an ipod Stevie was stunned by the fact that Will was dressed in his sister’s underwear. Wil’s long legs were spread slightly. Stevie could see the sheer panties stretched across those tight arse cheeks. Wil rolled over. Stevie could fell his slow arousal as he studied the big package that was contained within those silky black knickers. He eyes were drawn to the lacy red bra that was stuffed with socks; Very comical but also very horny. Stevie hadn’t seen a boob in weeks.

Stevie quickly stripped off. His cock stood proudly against the slight breeze. As he was watched he was further surprised by the arrival of Mike from the other side of the beach. Mike said something the Wil and was soon naked. He lay on the blanket with Wil. They embraced and commenced a passionate French kiss that lasted for ages. They cuddled up to each other as their hands explored each other’s tender spots.

Mike slid Wil’s panties off and played with his balls. His long thin cock swayed with the rhythm of his fingers. All three of the men were now fully erect. Wil lay face down again so that Mike could finger his rectum while stroking his own cock. Stevie couldn’t keep his hands still as he watched. Mike soon had four fingers inside Wil. He pushed and his knuckles disappeared inside that tight flesh. He eased his hand in and out several times as Wil raised his hips to offer himself totally. Mike was now kneeling beside Wil as he fisted him.

Mike grabbed Wil’s cock with his free hand and started pumping. Wil went wild, bucking furiously and begging Mike to give it to him to the hilt. Mike swiftly moved around and inserted half his cock into Wil’s eager hole. Wil Cried out for more and Mike obliged, filling him with cock and pounding that cute little butt for all he was worth.

Wil fell forward under the force of the bombardment and this sent mike over the edge. He went berserk ramming his cock into Wil over and over again until, breathless, Mike gave one last almost shove and ploughed into Wil. He came loudly.

After his orgasm subsided he rolled away to observe his handiwork. Cum oozed from Wil’s sweaty hole. During all the commotion Stevie had wandered close to the rutting pair without being observed. Mike looked up at his erection and motioned toward Wil.

A moment later Wil’s butt was receiving its second load of cum after another wild pounding. As Stevie pulled out Wil rolled over and adjusted the bra. His penis stuck out from the elastic of the borrowed panties. He pulled the sodden garment away and offered his cock to the men who had just fucked him. He lay back against the dune.

The two brothers stood there looking at each other. Stevie moved first. He reached down and started touching Wil’s erection. Mike sat down and started kissing Wil. Stevie took Wil’s cock into his mouth and gently ran his tongue around it. Mike and Wil kissed as Wil’s cum seeped into Stevie’s mouth.

As they luxuriated in the afterglow of their forbidden threesome a light plane suddenly appeared over the dunes. It swung around to land. As its wings dipped the three men exchanged shocked glances with the solo pilot. It was Barney.

In the time it took Barney to secure then plane the three men scurried to the central hut. When Barney strode into their midst they were all dressed and appeared to be in the midst of packing. None of them wanted to look him in the eye. They hoped that he had not seen their escapade.

Barney laughed at their discomfort. He paused for a breath then announced

“Look at you three, pretending that you weren’t sucking each other in the dunes. Don’t worry, about it. I don’t care if you face fuck each other in front of me. I need to talk to you about some trouble we’re all in.”

When Barney finished the three men showed obvious relief on their faces.

“We’re going to have to stay here for another couple of days. Your Dad’s been arrested. Just routine, another friend of ours is organising a bribe to get him free. Happens to people like us all the time out here. We need to wait for that to happen before we leave. If you three turn up at the airport now you’ll be thrown in the cooler too and god knows what would happen to you there.”

The three men looked at their feet. Mike asked where their sister was. He was relieved to hear that she was back at their home and everything was OK with her.

Once everyone was acting normally Barney started to unbutton his overalls. When he was standing in his shorts and singlet he announced that it was time for dinner.

A couple of hours later they were all relaxing on the old lounges. The dishes were drying and the sand had been swept back onto the pathway. Ina land with no TV or radio they soon ran out of things to talk about.

Barney broke the silence by saying that it was going to be a boring couple of days without any pussy. He casually wondered where he might find a substitute as he looked around the hut. Stevie stated that there was plenty of Lucy’s clothing lying around.

The conversation closed with everyone agreeing how good Wil looked in a bra and panties. After a short silence she/he asked if anyone knew where her lipstick was. Stevie told him where it was and suggested that Wil should get a dress on so that they wouldn’t turn nasty from lack of a feminine presence.

Wil went to another hut to get changed. It took him a while but he finally settled on black panties and bra under a sheer black negligee with lacy edges. He added red fishnet stockings, red high heels and plenty of makeup.

When he returned to the main hut he found four naked men sitting in a row on the old couches. Each one had an erection.

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The big four wheel drive bumped and lurched along the uneven track that appeared to have been hardly used recently.

The vehicle came to what looked like the top of a cliff and Daniel was about to yell out to his mother that she was taking them over the edge when he saw a steep track leading down to a ledge on the cliff, and on the ledge the cottage.

The track was worse than the one they had just driven over but Jeanette managed to negotiate it and pulled up outside the cottage.

They both got out of the vehicle somewhat shaken after their bumpy ride, and stood surveying the place.

It had been built by an island farmer for use by his family and friends, but recently he had died from cancer and his widow had sold the place to Jeanette.

“So this is it,” Daniel commented. “Has father seen it?”

“You know he hasn’t,” Jeanette replied.

Daniel looked sardonic as he said, “As usual, you can do as you like just so long as you don’t bother him.”

“I don’t think you should talk about your father like that, Daniel.”

“But its true mother, it’s been true for as long as I can remember. You go off on trips by yourself, or with me sometimes; he goes away himself without you, and now you buy this place and he doesn’t even bother to come and see it.”

“Well, he’s always so busy darling.”

“Is he…is he really. Well I can tell you this much, if I was married to a woman like you I wouldn’t let her out of my sight.”

“You’ve said that before and its very flattering darling, but I really don’t think its something you should say to me.”

Daniel shrugged, “The truth is always hard swallow.”

Jeanette ignored this and said, “Well, what do you think?”

“Looks okay on the outside, what’s it like inside?”

“You’ll have plenty of time to find out since we’re here for a fortnight.”

“On our island paradise for a fortnight, God that ferry trip was rough; I didn’t think it could get so bad out there.”

“You think that was rough, they don’t run the ferry when there’s a storm. Now stop complaining and criticising and come and see the inside.”

* * * * * * * *

It was plain to see that the farmer had done himself well given the circumstances: no mains electricity or gas and no telephone. Electricity was produced with a petrol generator and gas brought over in bulbous metal containers by the ferry from the mainland. By these means the lighting and power were provided for domestic needs. As far as lighting was concerned, if all else failed candles or a kerosene lamp were to be used.

Daniel had to agree that his mother had bought well, if remotely. The only town of any note was thirty kilometres distant and there were few habitations between cottage and town.

He went out onto what he assumed to be a veranda at the back of the cottage. It proved to be a platform and from it he could see the cliff dropping down to a small cove some forty metres below.

From here he could see the clear water of the cove. Cliffs in an arc stretched round the cove to almost but not quite meet on the seaward side and he could hear the thunder of the ocean rollers as they surged against the cliffs of the main coastline. But in the cove the water was calm and tranquil.

Jeanette came and stood beside him, her arm round his waist.

“What do you think, darling?”

“Its paradise, mother.” He grinned and added, “Just so long as I can get that generator started.”

She laughed and said, “We won’t need it until evening, or when I want to start the washing machine.”

Rather seductively Daniel said, “I’ve heard that women always look more attractive by candlelight, so maybe I won’t start it.”

Jeanette slapped him playfully on the cheek saying, “Then I’ll start it myself, and in any case you’re my son and you’re supposed to think I’m attractive whether by candlelight or any other light.”

“Oh I do mother,” Daniel responded, giving her a gentle pat on her rather firm buttocks.

“Don’t do that Daniel,” she protested, “I’m your mother, not some girl you’ve just picked up.”

“A pity,” Daniel replied.

“Stop it and come a help me get something to eat, and you can check out whether that gas refrigerator is working and then unload the car.”

“Which do you want me to do first, help you get lunch, check the refrigerator or unload the car?”

“Oh don’t be so exasperating Daniel, just get on with it.”

“Yes ma’am,” Daniel replied, giving her a mock salute, and hastened off to peer through the little hole at the bottom of the refrigerator to see that the thing was alight. The refrigerator checked, the car unloaded, Jeanette had lunch ready by the time Daniel was finished.

Over lunch Daniel asked, “When’s his royal highness coming over to survey this corner of his empire?”

Trying to suppress a smile Jeanette said, “Don’t talk about your father like that, he’ll come over when he can get away, and in any case, it’s my little empire.”

“Not for long,” Daniel quipped, “he’ll soon arrive as the conquering hero and take over, he always Gaziantep Olgun Escort does.”

“Well it is his money that paid for it.”

“No it isn’t, you bought this out of the money grandfather left you,” Daniel said vehemently.

Jeanette struggled to find a response to this, and eventually said, “Well your father does provide a lot of…”

“And doesn’t he make sure that everybody knows, including us.”

“I won’t discuss this anymore Daniel. I don’t know when your father will come over, and we’re supposed to enjoy ourselves, so let’s leave it at that. Now we’d better start putting things away, and for goodness sake keep your room tidy.”

“Don’t I always?”

“No you do not. I’m always tidying up after you, but I’m on holidaying too so just…oh what’s the use, you never take any notice of what I say.”

“Yes I do, I looked at the refrigerator and unloaded…”

“All right mister virtuous, now just get on with the unpacking.”

“You’re word is my command,” Daniel said solemnly, and then ducked at Jeanette flung a tea towel at him.

* * * * * * * *

When everything had been stowed away Daniel went out on to the platform again and surveyed the view more closely. Steps on one side to the platform went down to a steep foot track that ended at a small sandy beach. On one side of the cove the cliffs were sheer, but on the other side there jutted out a ledge of rock.

Jeanette joined him and pointing to the ledge he said, “A good place to fish from.”

“Yes,” Jeanette replied, “and to dive from.”

“Didn’t know you could dive.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me my boy,” Jeanette laughed, “and anyway almost anybody can dive — or jump in.” “Yes, I suppose so. I think I’ll take a walk along cliff top and take a look at the seaward side, are you coming?”

“No, this place hasn’t been used for some time and there are a lot of cobwebs, I’m going to get rid of them.”

“Poor spiders, their homes destroyed,” Daniel quipped, and went back through the cottage and made his way up the track they had recently descended to the cliff top.

He followed the cliff until it reach the point where it almost met the other side. The outward side of the cliffs rose steeply. Out to sea great ocean rollers came surging in to boil and thunder against the cliff base.

He could see the coastline in both directions for several kilometres and there seemed to be no break in the cliffs.

“We really are isolated,” he muttered to himself.

He wandered along the cliff top for over an hour but came upon no other cove or inlet. He noted that the vegetation grew so as to lean away from the prevailing winds.

Back in the cottage he found Jeanette preparing the evening meal.

“You can peel those potatoes and carrots, Daniel,” she said.

He went up behind her and saying, “Your word is my command,” he parted her long hair and kissed the back of her neck.

For a moment she leaned back into him, and he felt her tremble and then pulling away she said, “Don’t do that to me Daniel it makes me feel…feel…well just don’t do it.”

Daniel moved away from her and glumly sat at the kitchen table and started peeling a potato.

They worked in silence for a while until Jeanette, detecting his gloom, asked, “Why so silent Daniel?”

“No particular reason,” he prevaricated, “just don’t feel like talking.”

“Uncharacteristic,” Jeanette observed.

“No it’s not, I often don’t talk.”

“I hadn’t noticed, is it because I told you not to kiss my neck?”

“No…well yes, it was a sort of rejection.”

“No it wasn’t…oh I suppose it was in a way. I just don’t think you ought to do that to me; it’s something that should be reserved for your girlfriends.”

“What girlfriends?”

“The one’s you…”

“There aren’t any girls here except you.” “You knew that before we left, and I’m not a girl, I’m a woman and your mother and you’ve not right to make me feel…”

“Feel what?”

“Nothing, just get on with the peeling.”

Silence fell between them again until Jeanette suddenly made a noise that sounded to Daniel like a sob and ran to her bedroom. He wondered for a moment if he should go to her and find out what was wrong, but decided against, thinking that she would tell him if she wanted to.

He continued his peeling and when he finished took over where Jeanette had left off and prepared the rest of the meal.

After a while she came out and entered the shower. He heard the hiss of water and it occurred to him that he had no idea where the water came from since along with the gas and electricity there was no mains supply.

Like someone puzzling over a word they do not understand, and who can’t be bothered to look it up in a dictionary, even when one is close to hand, Daniel didn’t bother to go and find out whence came the water. Had he been less of a townie he might have guessed.

Jeanette returned to find the meal partially cooked. “What’s this, have you become a born again cook? I never knew you could cook.”

Daniel grinned and parodying her earlier remark to him said, “There’s a lot you don’t know about me. By the way, where does our water supply come from?”

“Daniel, for a bright young man you can be incredibly ignorant, its tank water — rainwater. Go outside and you’ll see two tanks.”

“I’ll take your word for it. Do you mean if it doesn’t rain we won’t have any water?”

“Not unless we pay for a water tanker to come from the town to refill, but it won’t come to that, the tanks are full, I checked.”

“My God, we’re going to thirst in more ways than one.”

“What other ways?”

“Never mind, I’m going to serve the meal now.”

* * * * * * * *

Over the meal they continued in this bantering fashion, but it was a bantering that covered what was going on in their minds.

Partly it was the realisation that they were together in a rather isolated place. Not since his childhood could Daniel recall being completely alone with his mother.

In their large suburban home there were people continuously coming and going, and there were always their two servants around the place somewhere.

It is in places and situations such Daniel and Jeanette now found themselves that we come to know the other person in ways that do not show up in the hurly burly of city life.

In a way they would be getting to know each other over again. For years Daniel had been at boarding school. This had been his father’s idea, “It’ll make a man of him,” which being interpreted meant, “I don’t want him round the place.”

His mother had protested but his father had been adamant. “You don’t want him growing up to be a mother’s boy, do you?”

With the instincts of a child Daniel had always known that as far as his father was concerned he was a nuisance. He had once overheard his parents arguing vociferously and his father’s words had stayed with him.

“You wanted the bloody kid, not me.”

His father’s dislike of him was reciprocated, and Daniel was always relieved when his father wasn’t around.

Now he wondered if his mother had bought the cottage so that they could be together occasionally, knowing that her husband was unlikely to come calling. For a moment he considered asking her outright, but decided against. If that had been the reason for her purchase, she would no doubt eventually say so.

When the meal was over and cleared away, Daniel grinned and said, “I’ll go and take a look.”

“At what?”

“The tanks…the water tanks.”

“I thought you said you’d take my word for it.”

“I did, but now I wish to have full enlightenment.”

He went outside and finding he tanks commenced to tap on them. Ascertaining by the sound that both tanks were nearly full he went back inside, announcing that all was well.

“Where’s the television,” he asked.

“Daniel, you’re incredibly unobservant; there is no television set, only radio.”

“No television,” he said in mock horror, “I shall fade away without my nightly fill of garbage. You see, that’s something else we shall thirst for.”

“You’ll just have to make do with radio, and I’ve brought the scrabble board and a few other board games.”

“I’m not playing scrabble with you,” Daniel said, “you always win.”

“It’ll help increase your vocabulary — on second thoughts that might not be a good idea, you talk too much already.”

They did however play scrabble, and of course Jeanette won.

By the time they finished the game it was time for bed. Having showered earlier Jeanette bade him goodnight. As she did so she seemed about to kiss him, hesitated, and then didn’t. This puzzled Daniel because they had always kissed goodnight.

He showered and then clambered into bed. He didn’t go to sleep immediately and lay thinking about the cottage and Jeanette.

During those years at boarding school he had seen little of her. Now finally released from that “man making” purgatory it was as if they were getting to know each other all over again.

While still at boarding school Jeanette had always come to that particular torment, the annual school Speech Day. On these occasions the principal assured the parents that “Here we develop the fully rounded boy.”

Daniel remembered how proud he had been of his mother when he compared her to other boys’ mothers; her features so regular, her nose was small and straight. Her mouth and chin looked as if they had been lovingly formed by an artist, and she had such lovely green long lidded eyes and long golden hair.

Five feet nine in height, when she was standing her figure was seen to be magnificent. In the latter part of his school years when he and the other boys his age were passing through puberty, the boys had thought she was his sister and often craved to be introduced.

On the occasions of her visits, or when his vacation visits home came to an end, he had always wanted to cry when parting from her, but he hadn’t because it wasn’t manly.

And where had his father been in all this? Nowhere; he hadn’t attended a single speech day, but objectively one could hardly blame him for avoiding the boredom of a droning principal. But his father had always been nowhere in his life. True, he provided money, but that for him was the easy thing to do. Of affection there had been none; but when he became consciously aware of such things he came to see that his mother received no affection from him either.

Jeanette was a sort of prize he had won, and was happy to show off to others. At times it had sickened him to see his father display all the signs of a devoted and affectionate husband when in company and neglect her when the company had gone.

In some respects it had been the same with him. When he won awards for academic or sporting achievements his father had been quick to boast, “Of course, my boy came top of his year in…” In private there was nothing said, unless it had been to find fault.

His mother had been incredibly loyal to her husband, always checking Daniel if he made a critical remark about his father. He wondered why she defended him like that, even why she stayed with him.

Even more he wondered at his father’s attitude towards her. She was not only beautiful to look at, she was warm and gentle. Of course his father wasn’t violent, just offhand in a slightly caustic manner; he never seemed to miss the opportunity to make a cutting remark.

Did his mother love his father despite his casual treatment of her? Or was it because his father was financially well off that she stayed? He certainly was not mean with his money, but a year ago his mother had been left a considerable amount of money by her father, hence the cottage. He wasn’t sure how much had been left to her, but he suspected it was enough to make her financially independent.

He had mulled these thought over many times before and had never reached a conclusion, and he reached none now as with the muted roar of the breakers in his ears he drifted off to sleep.

* * * * * * * * The day dawned fine and over breakfast Daniel announced that he would try his luck fishing. Breakfast over he took a hand line and went out to the rock ledge he had seen the previous day. He flung the line out and sat down to wait patiently for a fish to bite.

Several times he had to pull the line in, small fish having nibbled off the bait. It was a beautiful day and he sat quietly and appreciatively looking at the scenery.

He saw Jeanette come out onto the cottage platform dressed in a one piece backless swim suit. She came down the steps to the beach where she dropped her towel and then came along the rocky ledge towards him. Passing him she said, “And now you can see me dive.”

She stopped about five metres from him and stood looking down at the clear water below. She was standing in profile to Daniel, and as she raised her arms preparatory to diving his breath seemed to catch in his throat. He thought he had never seen such a beautiful figure before. Slender with her breasts clearly defined and her long legs exposed right up to the top of her thighs, she looked so lovely that he felt near to tears.

In that moment he knew the depths of his love for her and, disconcertingly, his desire for her. His penis began to harden and he felt that he would willingly die if he could just once…just once…

She dived in a stylish arc and knifed cleanly into the water. Her entry disturbed the water, but he could see her as she struck out under water and then surface. She started to swim to the other side of the cove, moving quickly with powerful strokes.

“How gracefully she does everything,” he murmured.

He watched her as she reached the other side of the cove, pause, and then begin to swim back. She headed towards the little beach where she had left her towel. Daniel, seeing this, looped the end of the fishing line round a small rocky projection and went to meet her as she came ashore.

“The water’s wonderful,” she said, “you should have a swim yourself.”

“I will,” he grinned, “after I’ve caught a fish.”

She was drying her hair with the towel and she asked, “Would you dry my back?”

He took the towel and started drying her. It was a very sensuous experience and as he finished he dropped the towel and put his arms round her waist. She leaned back against him as she had done the previous day, but now he felt her firm buttocks pressing against his hardened penis and his hands went up to cup her breasts.

For a moment she seemed to yield to his touch, but then suddenly pulling away she cried out, “No…no…we can’t, we mustn’t…”

She turned to look at him for a moment and he thought he could see something akin to fear in her eyes. Then she repeated, “We can’t, we mustn’t.”

She picked up the towel from where he had dropped it and fled up the track to the cottage. Reaching the platform she paused for a moment to look at him. She shook her head and then disappeared into the cottage.

Daniel stood staring after her, his face flushed with a combination of frustration and shame. What did she think of him now he had so blatantly revealed his feeling to her; how could he face her? How could they stay together in the cottage for a whole two weeks?

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Chapter 4: My First Fuck

It was nearly 3 months after My first blow-job before I finally lost my virginity. As it turned out, neither Patrick nor Stevie were to be responsible for claiming my somewhat dubious virtue. Patrick had dumped me after he found out about me giving Stevie a blow-job and that same blow-job was all that Stevie and I ever did. By this time I was seeing a guy called Martin.

I’d been seeing Martin for a little under two months by the time the ‘big night’ came. I should point out that our relationship had been far from platonic. We had been slowly building up to this evening since our very first kiss and fondle and we had enjoyed a lot of fun, whenever we had been able to manage, using our hands and mouths on each other. The time had, just never quite been right to go the whole way.

I should also point out that, like me, Martin, who was only a couple of months older than me was also still a virgin. I was also on the pill. It was for those reasons alone that Martin is one of the few guys whom I have ever let fuck me bareback. There was also the fact that I wanted my first time to be ‘special’ and for me to feel everything. Maybe it was risky but, given our circumstances, it was a fairly negligible risk and not one I’d ever take on a casual encounter.

Anyway, we were both at mine, my mum hadn’t got back from work and we were messing about, supposedly doing homework but with a fair bit of horseplay thrown in for good measure. About 5:30, the phone rang. It was my mum telling me that she had got held up and wouldn’t be home until after 7pm and that I was just to make myself something from the fridge and not to worry about her, she’d get a takeaway en route, Gaziantep Escort İlanları etc.

This, clearly, was the opportunity we’d been waiting for. No sooner had I put the phone down, I was leading Martin upstairs to my bedroom, not even bothering to close the door to my room behind us.

We kissed. In almost no time at all we had removed our clothes and were lying on my bed. Martin’s hands were all over me. His mouth clamped to mine as we let the thrill of what was going to happen take over us.

I moved down to take his cock in my mouth. My lips fastened around his shaft as I eagerly began to suck him. My mouth slid up and down, drawing as much of his cock into my mouth as I could.

Martin’s hands were caressing my tits, adding to the thrill as I continued to devour his cock. I could feel him getting close and reluctantly I stopped. “You’re not coming yet,” I told him. Martin smiled his reply.

It occurred to me that I didn’t want any telltale wet patches on my bed so I excused my self for a moment while I went and got a large towel from the bathroom. I put the towel on my bed then lay down on top of it. I opened my legs and demanded that Martin eat my pussy

Martin’s head was between my thighs in an instant. His tongue slid between my pussy lips and darted in and out of my cunt. Slowly he would take each of my lips between his and suck them, then his tongue would lap gently at my pussy. He sucked on my clit and slowly inserted a finger into my cunt.

As Martin sucked at my clit and finger fucked me, my own hands were playing with my tits. I squeezed and caressed them as Martin’s tongue continued to lap away at my cunt. I pinched my nipples and started to come. Martin kept licking as orgasm after orgasm swept through me. I came several times as Martin’s tongue worked on me, each one more powerful than the last. Finally I knew the moment had arrived, my body ached in anticipation, crying out to be filled with a cock, Martin’s cock.

He has still licking when finally, a little nervously, I asked him to fuck me. “Put it in me,” I begged him, “I want to feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me”. Then, almost pleading, I continued, “Please fuck me”.

Martin moved up my body, pausing only to kiss my tits for a few moments. Suddenly I could feel his cock sliding against the entrance to my cunt, slowly pushing my lips apart. Martin kissed me and I felt the tip of his cock begin to press into me. I knew my pussy was soaking (it had to be given how turned on I was and the tongue-lashing Martin had just given me) but I was still a little nervous. It hurt a little as his cock slid into me inch by inch and I cried out softly. Then he was there, his cock buried to the root in my cunt.

He began to move, slowly sliding in and out. I lay there unmoving for a short time as I savoured the sensations of Martin’s cock moving inside me, stretching me, filling me completely. The initial pain had passed and I was moving with him. My hips rose to meet each thrust of his cock.

I asked him to go a little faster and my hands were clutching at his arse trying to force him in deeper. The pace increased as with each stroke his cock pushed into me faster and faster.

Martin’s breathing was coming in gasps, I Knew he was getting close. I was so turned on by this point that I was screaming obscenities at him. Things like, “Harder!” “Faster”, “come on give it to me”, “fuck me, FUCK ME!!!”

Martin rammed his cock into me as hard as he could. In and out, over and over. I gripped his cock with the walls of my cunt, each time he was inside me. My nails were digging into his arse as I urged him on.

I felt his body stiffen, his cock twitch violently inside me and then he came. Jet after jet of cum flooded my pussy. Martin collapsed, spent, on top of me, our bodies still joined. I was delirious as I savoured the feeling of his cum deep inside me.

Martin slipped out of me and we lay there for a while, just holding each other. I suddenly felt a strange emptiness and could feel Martin’s cum dribbling out of me and I was glad I’d remembered the towel. It hadn’t lasted very long and I hadn’t cum but none of that mattered, I’d finally done it.

Finally, albeit reluctantly, we got up. I realised that I was starving. I’ve since realised that sex does tend to make me work up an appetite. We each took a shower and then got dressed. After that we went downstairs to fix ourselves something to eat.

After we’d eaten, I decided to thank Martin for what he’d done earlier. I took him back upstairs and gave him a long, slow blow-job. Despite having emptied what felt like gallons of cum into my pussy, when he came this time, he still managed a respectable sized load. I’d already developed my taste for cum by this stage and I swallowed it down happily.

Not long after that, Martin left to go home. I’m pretty sure my mum must have passed him on the street as she arrived home moments after he left. When I’d heard the door open, I’d been tempted to call out something like, “Have you forgotten something or do you want some more of my pussy?” Fortunately for me, I just stopped myself in time when I realised it wasn’t him.

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I met this absolutely wonderful girl through Literotica. Sophie’s from England and is a real sexpot, and very beautiful. She’s eighteen years old, a very athletic 5’8″ with a nice firm butt, and is a brunette with a face full of freckles. Sophie is a star athlete at her prep school playing both hockey and basketball. She got turned on to reading my stories and then contacted me and we’ve been writing each other almost everyday since then.

Every year at this time, my town hosts an International round of games for girl’s basketball teams and Sophie was picked to play on the English team for girls 18-21. The sponsors of the meet asked people of the town to board a girl or two if they had they room. Well, I do have an extra bedroom so arranged to have Sophie room at my place while she was in town for the meet.

The first day, after I picked her up and dropped her luggage off at my place, we did not have time to do anything right away. They sent a bus by to pick her up and take her to her team’s first game. After the game she had to get all dressed up to attend a boring “meet the organizers” dinner. By the time they dropped her off back at my place, it was evening time and she was pooped from a very taxing day.

But I was all bathed, shaved, and squeaky clean for her when she arrived. I had been waiting, naked, and anxious for what seemed like hours when I finally heard her footsteps approaching the front door. I got up from the couch, my heart beating in anticipation. I had the door open before she had a chance to knock.

Sophie entered wearing a one-piece mini dress, nylon stockings and heels. She was so beautiful and sexy it took my breath away.

“Welcome home, Sophie.” I closed the door behind her and held out my arms to embrace her.

“Well hello there, you sexy man you, all naked for me.”

We gave each other a hug, and locked into a kiss. The kiss started light, as a normal kiss of greeting. Then it turned passionate, and then down right nasty. The feel of her mini-skirt pressed against my naked body gave me goose bumps all over. Her nylons rubbing against my bare thighs turned me on, oh so much. My cock started to twitch and expand. The warmth of her body filled me.

Her kisses became more aggressive, more urgent. The erotic movements of her sexy tongue inside my mouth went right to my cock. My erection grew. As my cock straightened out, it slipped up under the hem of her mini skirt, lifting it. The tip of my growing, expanding cock found her panties—her very wet panties—like a water witch hunting water in the desert. My cock homed in on the wettest part of her panties, touching, probing, twitching, trying desperately to drink from her steaming well.

I knew right away there was no way she could have gotten that wet that fast just from our kissing. I drew back a little to smile mischievously at her. “Did you have a nice day today?”

“It was a long day, and the game was tough. I’m in bad need of a massage.”

“Yes, ma’am, I’d love to.”

“But first I’ve got to get out of my panties, they’re sopping wet.”

“So I noticed. Is it Something I said?”

Sophie laughed. “No. There’s this other English girl on our team. In the showers after the game she was looking at me kind of funny. Not like the other girls, I mean she was really checking me out.”

“I don’t blame her, I would too.” I gave her an affectionate peck on the cheeks.

“Course, I was checking her out too. You’d really like her. She’s tall, several inches taller than I am, blonde and really built.”

“A real amazon?”

“No, just big, but very fem and very sexy looking. Gorgeous big butt with a narrow waist and a beautiful model-like face. But it was her boobs that I just could not take me eyes off of. They were as big as cantaloupes and she let the cold water of the shower spray on them until her nipples were all erect. Then she soaped herself up and I swear to God she played with her nipples there in the shower, pulling then this way and that as she soaped her boobs. I felt myself getting really hot and wet between my legs from watching her. She kept smiling at me even while she was playing with her nipples.”

“You’re making me horny talking about her like that,” I said as I kissed her and fondled her butt.

“And that’s not all,” Sophie went on, “during the dinner she sat right next to me. The table was kind of crowded so we scooted our chairs up close together. And then she pressed her thigh up against mine and held it there all through the dinner and the boring speeches.”

“Sounds like you had an interesting day after all.”

“So that’s why my panties are already wet.”

“I’m glad you’re already wet, it makes my job a lot easier,” I teased. “Now, how about that massage?”

“Yesssss! But first, please take my soaked panties off for me.”

“Only if you’ll let me wear them?” I said with an evil grin.

“Oh, you nasty boy. You make me hot when you talk like that.”

I wanted to take my time kissing my way down her body, making love to her clothing, Gaziantep Escort Reklamları but I knew she wanted to get off her feet in a hurry so I went right to my knees in front of her. I ran my hands up her nylon enshrouded thighs slipping them up under her skirt so I could grab her ass. I buried my face in her crotch and sucked her through her skirt while my hands fumbled for the waistband of her panties underneath her skirt.

Kissing Sophie’s crotch through her skirt while playing with her ass made me so hot my cock really throbbed.

I pulled her panties down. My head was still buried in her skirt-covered crotch so I could continue to suck her through her clothing as I pulled her panties down. She used my head as a support when she stepped out of her panties.

I stood up holding her sopping wet panties to my face with one hand, so I could inhale the scent of her strong arousal and titillate all my senses for the feast that was to come. My other hand I slipped around Sophie’s waist and guided her over to the couch. She plopped down like a sack of cement. With a sigh she propped her feet up on the Ottoman. The way she propped her feet up, made her knees point up and her skirt slide up to her hips exposing all of her gorgeous long thighs.

Sophie opened those gorgeous thighs just enough to give me a teasing look at the secrets within. Inside the darkness of the inner sanctum formed by her upper thighs and framed by her hiked up mini skirt, the glistening wetness of her shaved slit blinked and twinkled at me.

Sophie watched me, hands on her breasts, fondling, as I slid her panties up my legs.

The delicate material felt so sexy against my ass as I pulled the panties in place—but the effect on my already hard cock was indescribable. The huge wet spot on the front of her panties was still steaming hot from her horny, dribbling cunt. My cock throbbed and jumped at the feel as her warm, wet panties closed around my eager cock. For my hungry cock, it was almost like fucking her.

I sat down on the ottoman, placing Sophie’s nylon-enshrouded and high-heeled feet on my lap. I picked up one of her feet and nuzzled my face all over it, fondling her shoe as I did so. Then I slowly slipped her shoe off, then slowly slipped it back on. I repeated the motion slipping the shoe off, then back on a little bit faster. I look at her and smiled as I kept repeating the motion, as if I were using her shoe to jack off her foot. When I finally set the shoe down on the floor, I nuzzled my face all over her instep and the bottom of her foot, relishing the sexy feel of the nylon and the sexy contours of her feet. Then I picked up the other foot and loved it, and jerked it off the same way. Once I had both shoes off I began to massage her feet in earnest, first one foot, then the other. I squeezed and rubbed each part of her feet, ankles and calves, making sure all of her muscles relaxed after her hard day at playing basketball. With my hands, I made love to her toes, her instep, and the entire bottom of her feet. Such beautiful feet Sophie has—and so sexy looking in those nylons. Just the mere touch of her nylon-enshrouded feet on my hands was enough to make my cock tremble.

I had to make myself closer to her beautiful, sexy feet. I placed her foot flat against my chest so she could feel my heartbeat throbbing through the soles of her foot—and the sexiness of her—of all of her–entered my soul through her foot. My hands stroked and made love to the sides and top of her foot, her ankle, and her calves.

Her legs, now parted more than before, gave me a clear view of her crotch. I made no attempt to hide my lust as I looked up her skirt and drooled over her sweet, glistening pussy. How much I wanted to dive right in there between those sexy long thighs and bury my face in her wetness—in the wellspring of all of her sexiness. But I wanted to make love to her sexy feet more before seeking the ultimate prize, the banquet of female sex that was her cunt.

So, I looked and drooled and ate her out in my mind while my hands made love to her sexy foot, and her wet panties fucked my cock.

Sophie started rubbing her other foot up and down my thigh, moving it to the inside of my thigh, moving closer to my throbbing cock. Oh, my God!

The foot on my heart, I lifted it to my face and madly kissed her instep, and the sole, and all over, my hands fondling, loving, every inch of her sexy foot.

Her other foot found my cock.

I went crazy and started sucking on her big toe the same way I’d like her to suck my cock.

Down below her other foot teased my cock through her wet panties, pushing it this way and that. God, I love it so when my cock is pushed side to side like that!

One toe wasn’t enough for me. I crammed all of her toes into my mouth and sucked as hard as I could, moving her foot back and forth as if I were sucking a giant cock. Sophie’s foot. My hands all over her ankle and calf. Oh, so sexy.

I traded feet so I could suck off the foot that was playing with my cock. I made love to her foot and ankles with my hands as I sucked off her toes. Now her other foot pushed my cock up against my stomach and began rubbed up and down along the length of the underneath side of the hard shaft. I almost thought I’d come from the way her foot was jerking my cock off and the way her hot pussy looked down there between her nylon enshrouded thighs. I could not stand it anymore. I had to get closer to Sophie and her sexiness. I started kissing and licking my way up her legs—first one, then the other.

I got down on my knees before her, kicking the ottoman aside. Raising both her legs straight up in the air, I kissed and licked down the back sides of her knees, and the undersides of her thighs. I stuck my shaved head between her thighs forcing them apart so I could kiss and lick the insides of them.

My face now only inches from her honey pot, each breath I took filled my lungs, and my whole soul, with her sex. The smell of her arousal went directly to my brain short-circuiting every other desire, every other thought, except to please her sexually in any way I could, to be her toy to use me, use me, use me, anyway she wanted to until she came a hundred times.

Her honey pot called me to it, like a ripe flower luring a nectar-hunting bee. But I wanted, needed, to cherish every morsel of her, every square inch of her sexiness before diving in. I needed to kiss every centimeter of her inner thighs working my way ever so slowly to those puffy lips—those puffy lips drooling for attention. On my knees before her, and between her thighs, I bowed to her Mecca of lust. My labor of love on her thighs done, I nuzzled my face into her steamy cunt. Kissing her puffy sex lips, I inhaled her aroma as deeply as I could, making myself get higher and higher.

Nuzzling my nose against Sophie’s clit I inserted my tongue into her slit. I licked up and down the length of her slit, getting drunk on her sweet nectar.

Sophie’s nylon-enshrouded feet rested on my back. As I licked her honey pot, she moved her sexy nylon-enshrouded feet back and forth on my back sending chills all through my body. I licked her slit with ever stronger motions. I stuck my tongue deep inside of her cunt as far as it would go, then curled it upwards searching for her G-spot.

Sophie began to quiver and moan, and I knew she was getting close. I slurped upward with my tongue as hard as I could until it plopped out of her cunt and wrapped around her clit. I worked her clit with my tongue, feeling her go higher and higher. Her feet went spastic on my back. My hard-on cock fucked her hot, wet panties while I tongued her clit. I clamped on to her butt cheeks as hard as I could and mashed her steaming crotch into my face.

While Sophie bucked and moaned and thrashed, I planted my lips around her clit and sucked for all I was worth, and my own hips bucked madly, making my cock fuck her still steamy panties. I felt her toes on my back curl up, as her feet slapped and stroked my back wildly in her urgent need.

My balls ached with come need.

Sophie used both hands to press my head harder into her cunt. She clamped her sexy warm thighs violently against my face, like a giant vice holding me captive in a cell I never wanted to flee.

While I sucked her clit in between my lips, my tongue teased the tip of it.

“Ngggggggg” She screamed as she came into my mouth.

No longer able to hold myself back, I shot my load into her panties, mixing my come with her juices.

After taking Sophie’s now cum soaked panties off, I sat naked on the couch next to her. I kissed her, letting her taste her own come on my lips and tongue.

“About ready for that back rub?” I asked when we broke for air.

“Sure.”

I stood up, and helped her to her feet. Arms around each other’s waists, we walked into my bedroom.

I helped Sophie slip her dress off over her head, and started getting hard again from that intimate contact. The sight of her in nothing but bra, nylons and garter belt was enough to stir the cock of an eight-day old corpse. Mine shimmered and vibrated to attention.

My renewed desires mounted as I undid her bra clasp, anxious to see the twin treasures hidden inside its cups.

Sophie unhooked her garter straps and sat on the edge of the bed so I could roll her stocking down her leg.

I did so VERY slowly, loving and kissing each square inch of new flesh made naked by the unrolling of the sexy material.

“Lie down on your stomach,” I told her, after she had stood up and removed her garter belt. I tossed her stockings into a corner.

I began by massaging her calves and working my way up towards her thighs. My hot, throbbing cock teased the soles of her feet while I massaged her legs. As I worked my massaging hands up her thighs, my cock and balls rubbed along her calf muscles. I ran my hands firmly along the lengths of each of her hamstring muscles, kneading and squeezing. As I massaged, I could feel life force return to her tired body re-invigorating her.

When I reached Sophie’s pert, athletic young ass, I spent a long time on each Glute muscle, using both hands on each ass cheek. With one hand inside the crack of her ass, and the other on the opposite side of the muscle, I squeezed, compressing the muscle, making her ass cheek appear to double in size. I worked my hands all the way around each of her ass checks, squeezing and compressing from every possible direction. And, all the while I worked on her ass, my hard-on rubbed on the backs of her knees.

I worked my way up her lower back, getting all of her muscles to relax, getting the blood to flush through.

Finally, I reached her upper back and shoulders. As I worked all of Sophie’s upper back muscles, my cock rubbed up and down on the back of her upper thighs and poked strongly into the bottom of her ass cheeks, first one, then the other.

First I worked on one side of her upper back, and fucked my cock into the heavy mass of ass cheek on that side. Then I switched and worked on the other side so I could fuck my cock into the other ass cheek.

By this time I was so thoroughly aroused from working on Sophie’s body that pre-come was starting to come out of the tip of my cock.

As I fucked my cock into the fleshiness of Sophie’s ass cheeks I smeared pre-come all over her butt. Hot and sticky, but oh so sexy pre-come. The sticky sweet smell of my pre-come mingled with the pungent aroma of hot girl goo coming from Sophie’s sopping wet cunt, made us both feel kinky high.

“Oh, your cock feels so fucking good,” Sophie moaned. “I want to feel it between my cheeks.”

“Just a second,” I said. I grabbed the nearby bottle of baby oil and poured it all over her ass, and dribbled gobs of it into her crack. Then I massaged the oil all over her butt making sure everything was nice and slippery.

I placed my cock along the lengths of her crack, then pushed in from the sides of her ass with my hands causing her ass cheeks to bulge out over my cock, completely enclosing it with her sexy ass flesh. Then I fucked her.

With each thrust I made, the tip of my cock briefly peeked out from betwixt the top of her cheeks like an over-grown worm seeking light after a rainstorm.

Sophie reached a hand down under her tummy so she could finger her clit while I fucked my cock between her ass cheeks.

Then I came, spilling hot come all over her crack, and along the small of her back.

I told Sophie to roll over, and I started massaging the front part of her body. I started at the top, massaging her neck, very gently, but firmly. As I massaged her neck, I sat on her crotch. My ass rested on her hot, wet cunt, my balls just above her clit. My still sticky penis reached for her belly button.

As I worked my way down her body, I took extra care with her breasts, fondling and playing with them like I’d done her ass cheeks. Her beautiful puffy big nipples got all enraged and horny from my massaging fingers, they stood up like rockets trying take off from her 34C boobs. I scooted myself forward up her tummy, my balls, hard and tight with need caressed her skin. I touched the tip of my throbbing erection to the soft flesh at the bottom of her boobs, then slowly and gently slid my cock upwards until it kissed her hard-on nipple. I pressed the tip of my cock a little harder against her nipple pushing it up towards her face until it was bent clear back, then it sprung free and scrapped along the side of my dick trying to find its original position. I teased her nipple a few more times with my cock, watching it grow even larger. Then I did the same to the other breast and worked its nipple up and down and side to side with my cock. The larger and harder her nipples grew, the bigger and harder my cock grew. I kept teasing first one nipple, then the other until I had smeared both her nipples with my hot, sticky pre-come.

I then resume slowly massaging my way down her body.

By the time I reached Sophie’s crotch, we were both so frigin’ horny again we just had to fuck. I got up off the bed and grabbed her feet, pulling her towards me.

“Stand up,” I said. “Turn around. I want to take you from behind.”

Sophie bent over supporting her arms on the bed. With her ass stuck up in the air, she spread her legs to allow me entry.

“Don’t stick me inside yet,” I said. “I want to fuck your slit first.”

I aimed my cock underneath her ass and pressed up close to her so my stomach pressed firmly against her butt. This caused my cock to slide along the length of her slit, striking her clitoris at the end of the motion.

Each thrust I made caused my cock to fuck the length of the puffy outer lips of her slit, and each time I tried to thrust harder and further so the tip of my cock could fuck her clit harder.

With each thrust my stomach muscles rippled against her sexy ass cheeks. That was so fucking sexy, to feel her ass bouncing so sexily on my stomach with my cock underneath her fucking the length of her slit. With each thrust my hard, flat stomach slammed into her butt making “slap, slap slam, smack, smack, smack” sounds. And, oh how her ass cheeks rippled and jiggled like a couple of huge bowls of Jello.

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Back From The Train Tracks

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(I recently received a request for a continuation to “Playing by the Train Tracks”, so here it is. This is for you, Bron.)

After Mark and I returned home, we ran to the bedroom and popped in the videotape. The images of me fingering myself, and Mark jerking his cock until he exploded on my face made my pussy tingle all over again. Mark was breathing heavily and I knew he, too, was feeling the same way.

“Mmm! I loved the way you painted my face, baby!” I moaned.

“Not as much as I enjoyed painting it”, he breathed. He then placed his hand over mine and placed them over my pussy. “I want to watch you finger yourself for me,” he instructed.

I slowly started rubbing as he removed his hand from mine. Yes, I was already wet, as I parted my lips and slid my finger up and down my slit. He restarted the video, then instructed me to watch it as I played with my pussy. My fingers were moving in tiny circles on my clit, as I stared at the video…watching myself doing the same thing. I could tell Mark was getting turned on watching my fingers. He would glance up at the screen, then back down to my pussy. Just then, he removed my hand and started sucking on each finger.

“Oh yeah, I love tasting your sweet pussy,” he said. He was slowly sucking each finger and I wanted nothing more than for his hot tongue to be somewhere else.

As I tried to take my hand away, he grabbed my wrist. “Don’t touch yourself. I have a surprise for you.” He walked over to his dresser and pulled out several pieces of cord from the drawer.

“Oh! I see you want to get kinky,” I grinned.

“You will not be seeing anything for a while, and you have no idea just how kinky I’m going to get!” Before I knew it, he had my wrists entended above my head as he tied them to his bedpost with the cords. Then the next thing I knew, he had my legs spread wide apart, tying my ankles to the lower posts. They were spread so far apart, I could feel my groin muscles stretching. I watched him bend down to grab something from under his bed, and he returned with a black silk scarf, which he blindfolded me with.

“Hey! This isn’t fair! You know how much I love watching you!” I whined.

“You better hush before I leave you alone in the room like this,” he warned.

I heard his steps as he left the room. My heart began beating faster with anticipation. Surely he wasn’t going to leave me here like this! After a few minutes, I heard him return. “I just had to get a few more surprises, baby,” he chuckled. He leaned over me and softly kissed my lips, gently forcing his tongue inside my mouth. We slowly kissed as I felt his hands move over my breasts, gently squeezing while trapping my nipples in between his fingers. I could feel his hard cock brushing against my thigh and tried pushing harder against him as he continued teasing my nipples. Just then, I felt the shock of something ice cold being applied to my left nipple.

“Ohhh yes!” I gasped, as I felt an ice cube being rubbed against my nipple. He teased the left, then took it into his mouth while icing up my right nipple! He kept alternating, and each time, he would bite down on Gaziantep Elden Ücret Alan Escort my nipple just a little harder than before. I moaned to each bite, as I felt his hand move down to my pussy. I was so hot and immediately jumped when I felt him rub ice over my clit. Up and down my slit….then he would hold it in one place until I cried for him to stop. The sensation made my pussy tingle. “No more!” I pleaded, but instead of stopping, I felt him shove ice cubes inside my cunt!

“I can’t take it! It’s too cold!” I screamed.

“Shhh…it’s ok. I promise to warm it up,” he replied, as I felt his tongue on my slit.

“Mmmmm that’s it! Lick my pussy!” I cried out, as I tried grinding as hard as I could into his face. I wanted nothing more than to push his head into my pussy with my hands, but I could do nothing, as they were tied. I clenched my pussy, milking the ice cubes until they melted into nothing, while he tapped his tongue right onto my clit. He then slid his tongue inside my hole, warming it up from where the ice had just been. The hot/cold sensation sent a bolt of electricity straight through me as I arched my back and moaned frantically!

“Oh God please don’t stop! Eat my pussy!” I screamed, feeling myself getting ready to go over the edge. He removed his tongue and replaced it with two fingers and returned to licking my clit, sucking hard and slow. His fingers moved faster and faster inside me, pumping in and out, as I clenched my fists and screamed through my first orgasm.

“That’s it, baby! Cum hard for me!” he moaned into my pussy.

“Ummmmmmmmm I’m cumming!” I cried out, as I dug my nails into my palms. He kept his fingers motionless, deep inside me until he felt the last of my contractions.

“That was so wonderful,” I smiled. “Can you untie me now?”

“Not just yet, Liz!” he responded, as he straddled me. He leaned down to kiss me, then moved up. His swollen cock was just inches from my face. He took it in his hand and slowly stroked it, while he inserted his thumb into my mouth. I sucked hard on his thumb, wanting more. I wanted ..no..I needed his cock inside my mouth! I lifted my head to take it, but he pulled back, teasingly. He brought it closer, still stroking, and brushed the head back and forth against my lips. As I started to lick it, he backed away again. “You want it in your mouth badly, don’t you? Tell me,” he whispered.

“Yes baby! Please don’t tease me! Slide yourself inside!” Mark pushed up against my mouth and allowed me to take in his head. I ran my tongue around him, as I started sucking lightly.

“Oh yeah! Suck it baby!” he moaned. He fed me more, allowing his cock to slide all the way inside. I moaned against it, as he stared down at me, watching himself disappear into my throat. He held my face with his hands, while pumping slowly in and out of my mouth.

“Take all of my cock like a good girl!” he ordered, as he grabbed a handful of my hair and worked it in harder, deeper. He was fucking my mouth as I sucked harder, wanting him to feed me his hot cum! He reached back and pinched my nipple hard, and I screamed against him, which made his cock twitch inside of me. He pulled out of my mouth and started stroking himself furiously over my face, as I moaned against his balls, taking each one into my mouth and sucking. I could feel them tighten and knew he was close. I shook my head back and forth against his balls. Knowing what was coming, I took him by surprise and slid my tongue into his ass. That took him over the edge.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue NOW!” he commanded.

“Ummmm, cum NOW!” I pleaded, as I stuck out my tongue, wanting to swallow all of him.

“Ughhhhhhh! I’m going to shoot!” he gasped, as he splattered his hot cum across my face…my nose, cheeks, hair, lips, tongue!

“Yes! Give it to me!” I yelled. He spurted more cum straight into my mouth, telling me to swallow. I felt his hot liquid burn my throat as I did, still wanting more. He used his cock to smear his cum into my face.

“Open your mouth,” he moaned, as he pushed inside, feeding me his cum from my face. Then he took his fingers and wiped some from my chin and fed them to me, along with his cock! I swallowed as much as I could before he pulled his cock and fingers out of my mouth.

“I’ve never known you to cum so much!” I gasped breathlessly.

“You’re such a good little cocksucker,” he whispered, as he softly wiped my face with a towel.

“Do you think you can untie me and take this blindfold off now?” I laughed. He untied my wrists and ankles and let me stretch. Just as I thought I was free, he quickly turned me over and refastened my hands and legs. “What are you doing now?” I asked.

“I have an idea. Just hush up and enjoy it!” he replied, as he tucked a pillow underneath me. I heard him walk away and return a few seconds later. He slid his fingers up and down, from my ass to my clit. “You’re still so wet! I think you may need to cum again!” he replied, as I felt him insert a cold object into my pussy. Just as I was trying to figure out what exactly he had inside of me, I felt the vibrations and gasped. It was the wireless remote egg!

“How does that feel, sweetie?” he asked, as he played with the remote.

“Mmmmm….it feels so good! Don’t stop!” I moaned.

“Oh, I won’t be stopping anytime soon!” he laughed. “Just lay down and enjoy it for now. I’ll be back in a little while.”

“Mark! Please don’t leave me like this! Come back!” I screamed, as I heard him leave the room. I could hear his laugh from the other room, as the vibrations became stronger. He had the damn remote and was working it from the other side of the house! My pussy began to tingle as I felt the egg vibrate against my walls. I wanted nothing more than to rub my pussy, but my wrists were still bound, damn him! I pushed my cunt hard against the pillow, trying to get more stimulation..rocking my pelvis from side to side, feeling my clit rub against the sheets. 15 minutes had surely passed, and no sign of Mark, other than the different intensities of the vibrations. He began turning it on and off really fast, as I clenched it with my muscles. If I could only touch myself, I would have came right then!

“Mark! Please come and fuck me now!” I screamed, wishing the vibrator was his cock. Just then I felt his hand on my ass. He was rubbing my cheeks as he continued playing with the remote. I moaned and pushed my hips up against his hand, and as soon as I did, I felt the stinging of his hand slapping my ass! “Ouch! Not so hard!” I cried.

“Shut up and take it!” he responded, as he continued spanking me, first gently, then increasing in intensity. I buried my head into the bed and prepared for more smacks by clenching my ass tightly.

“Relax that ass! Do not tighten up!” he ordered.

My body jumped with each slap. SMACK….SMACK….SMACK…over and over again, he lowered his hand, slowly spanking my ass, my crack, and my cunt lips, while working the remote and causing my pussy to burn up! The pain started turning into pleasure as my whole body felt as if it were on fire. He reached underneath me and pinched my clit with his free hand as he continued spanking me.

“Oh yes! Please don’t stop!” I cried out, as I crushed my pussy into his hand. I was getting so close and he knew it. I pulled against the restraints as hard as I could, wanting my release.

“Cum for me now, Liz! Cum now and scream when you do!” he commanded, as he spanked faster and rubbed my clit with more force. I felt the waves start throughout my body as I began to scream out.

“Oh fuck! I’m cumminggggggg baby!” I screamed, as I felt my pussy contract hard against the egg. Just then, I could feel him slowly pull the egg out of me. Mmmmmmm that made me contract even harder, as I felt it leaving my pussy. It was immediately replaced by his cock, as I felt him plunge deeply inside of me. I felt him quickly untie my legs and push them underneath me as he held my hips up so that he could fuck me deeper.

“Oh my God! Your pussy’s on fire!” he moaned, as he fucked me deep and hard.

“Oh God yes! Fuck me baby!”

“You..like..being…fucked this way, don’t you? Tell me, Liz! Tell me now!” he moaned, as he fucked me faster and harder.

“YES! You..feel…so…good…fucking me!” I screamed. He brushed a finger against my clit and then pushed it against my asshole. He massaged it with his finger, getting it wet, then I felt him slide it inside my ass!

“Don’t fight it, baby! Relax!” he gasped, as he started finger-fucking my ass. It began to feel good, as I tightened around his finger and cock at the same time, milking both to the same rhythm. We both were on the verge of cumming, so I squeezed down as hard as I could.

“Yeah! That’s it! I’m going to fill that pussy up with my cum!” he said breathlessly as he pounded me like a wild animal, balls slapping against my clit.

“Fuck yes! Don’t stop! Keep going! Fill me up NOW!” I screamed, as I felt my pussy contract around him. I screamed so loudly, he shoved his hand over my mouth, which made me cum even harder.

“Christ! I’m cummminggggggggg….Ummmmmmmmmmmmm” he gasped, as I felt him splash my walls with his hot cum, burning up my insides even more.

He stayed inside me although he was completely drained, and reached up to release my hands. We collapsed with exhaustion, as we spooned together, with his satisfied cock still buried in me. Time stood still….and we were one….

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Back to School Ch. 02

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Coach Bradley Hicks sat in the Principal’s office of Westville High School, with the principal himself. Bradley Hicks was one of the school’s physical education teachers, and had just been returning to work from a severe back injury. The injury had kept him home for about 3 weeks, leaving the other gym teacher, Sarah Stevens, in charge of both the girls and boys classes.

“Well, it’s certainly good to have you back.” The Principal said to him as he sat behind his desk. Jack Harry, the school’s principal was a short, chubby man. “I trust your back is feeling much better now?”

“Yeah, I’m feeling 100%, Jack.” Bradley replied. The school’s gym teacher gave a thumbs up in emphasis. “What about Sarah? Was she able to handle everything while I was gone?”

The principal cleared his throat. “Yes, actually. I was rather surprised, but the boys classes seemed to really respond to her well.”

“Well, is there anything else you need from me? I should be getting back to my office to straighten things up for tomorrow and get things in order.” The gym teacher said, rising from his chair.

“No, nothing else. Once again, welcome back, coach.” The principal said.

As soon as the gym teacher left his office, the secretary was at his door. She had a concerned look on her face.

“Principal Harry?” She started. “The superintendent is here to see you. He says it’s important.”

Jack Harry raised his eyebrows and shrugged. “Ok, send him in.” He told the secretary.

The school’s superintendent, Ken Gale stormed into the office, charging right by the secretary. He slammed the door behind him.

“What’s going on, Ken?” The principal asked in surprise.

“I’ll get right to the point. You’re fired, Jack.” Ken told him.

“What?? Why?” Jack almost fell out of his chair in shock.

“You’re lazy and incompetent. And quite frankly, you’ve let some serious school misconduct go on right under your nose!” The superintendent went on. “We have teachers here in this school that are engaging in sexual relations with students! And you’ve done nothing about it! So quite frankly, you’re history. I’m bringing in someone who can take care of things. Pack your shit and get out of here by the end of the day.’

And with that, Ken Gale left the office, slamming the door behind him once again, leaving the now former principal behind with his head in his hands.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Brent Johnson closed the door of Miss Stevens’ office behind him as he walked in. She was waiting for him, sitting on top of her desk.

Sarah Stevens was the school’s girls’ gym teacher. She was the youngest teacher in the school at 25 years old, and had a body to die for. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail and she was wearing a pair of nylon track pants and a zip-up sweatshirt. A whistle hung around her neck, which dangled down between her big, bulging tits.

Brent was a senior who had been fucking her on a regular basis now for a couple weeks. In fact, it had become sort of routine for him to stop by her office like this after school for a quick lay.

“I figured you weren’t coming. You’re late today; I was about to head home.” The sexy gym teacher said to him as he walked in.

“Oh God I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” Brent said to her, walking across the small office so he could stand beside where she was sitting on the desk. “I’ve been so horny all day, I really need you, Miss Stevens.” He whispered.

The gym teacher spread her legs around her 18 year old student as she sat on the edge of the desk, and started to unzip her sweatshirt. Brent reached up and started squeezing her big, voluptuous tits as she pulled the zipper down, exposing more of her cleavage. Brent continued to rub and squeeze her gorgeous melons until she finished unzipping her sweatshirt completely, then he helped her slide it off. To his surprise, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Sarah’s big tits spilled out as she took off the sweatshirt, and her nipples were nice and stiff. Her breasts were very large, considering how tone and lean the rest of her body was.

Brent cupped each of his gym teacher’s tits in his hands and leaned down, immediately sucking her right nipple into his mouth and began nursing on it. He moaned against her tit and Sarah couldn’t help but arch her back and moan a little too. She ran her fingers through her student’s hair, then reached down to his pants, where she felt the boy’s stiff cock straining against his jeans.

Sarah helped him unzip his pants and the thick cock popped out. Brent continued to suck and slurp on her breasts while she now stroked and jerked him off. Her student moaned as she started to caress his rod, and he began to bucking his hips, pushing his cock up against her crotch.

“Oh God, Miss Stevens, I want you so bad!” Brent said, looking up from her breasts, which he had squeezed in both hands.

Suddenly there was a loud knock on the door. Then another, this time more urgent.

“Holy Shit, hide!” Sarah told her student Gaziantep Elden Para Alan Escort quietly, but quickly.

“Where?” Brent looked around the small office, holding his stiff dick in his hand. There was literally no place inside the office to hide.

Sarah jumped off her desk and opened the door to the small metal locker in her office. She pulled out a bunch of clothes and took his hand, pulling him toward it. “Get in, quick!”

“In there? I can’t fit.” He protested, looking at the diminutive locker.

“I’ll make you fit if you don’t get in right now!” She told him sternly.

The student quickly climbed into the locker awkwardly, cramming himself inside. Once inside, Sarah closed the locker door, threw her sweatshirt back on quickly, and opened the door to her office.

She opened the door, finding the school nurse, Cindy Brown, standing there waiting for her.

“What took you so long?” The school nurse asked her curiously.

“No reason, I didn’t hear you knock, I guess. What’s up?” Sarah replied.

The school nurse was wearing her typical little white uniform. She always seemed to dress more like a porn-star nurse than an actual high school nurse. The white blouse she was wearing was unbuttoned at the top, and hugged the tight curves of her huge breasts, which were the same size as Sarah’s. The tiny miniskirt showed off lots of her tanned thighs. Cindy Brown was one of Sarah’s best friends from the faculty, and like her, she wasn’t above fooling around with the occasional student.

“Didn’t you hear about the emergency staff meeting today at 3:15?” The nurse asked her.

“No…”

“Well, apparently there’s something big that’s happening, and the superintendent wants everything there today. Come on, lets go.” The nurse motioned for her to join her.

“Ummm… I have to finish something up here. I’ll meet you there.” Sarah told her.

“Ok, suit yourself but you’re going to be late.” The nurse shrugged and walked away.

Sarah closed her office door and quickly opened the locker door. Brent literally spilled out of the locker, almost falling on top of her as the door to the locker burst open finally.

“Oh thank God. I couldn’t breathe in there!” Brent said, panting.

“Sorry about that. Look, I have to get going. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Sarah told him as she gathered up a few things.

“What? No, please! You can’t leave me like this!” Brent showed her his stiff cock as he pleaded. He was still rock hard.

The gym teacher sighed, feeling guilty. “Sorry, Brent, but there is just no time to have sex. I have a faculty meeting right now.”

“How about at least a blowjob? Please, Miss Stevens?”

Sarah looked up at the clock and then back to her student. She did feel really guilty about having to leave him like this.

“Well, alright. One quick blowjob.” She agreed, kneeling down on the floor in front of him.

“MMmmm, yes!” Brent said as he fed his cock into the mouth of his busty gym teacher.

Sarah opened her mouth and let the rock hard cock slide inside. She licked along the underside of her student’s stiff member as she started sucking it immediately. Her lips sealed around the cock tightly, and she started bobbing her head.

“Oh shit yeah, Miss Stevens! You’re so good!” Brent moaned as his cock got sucked by the most beautiful teacher in the school.

Sarah slurped and sucked, and her saliva drooled down Brent’s cock, making sure to get his entire shaft nice and wet. She used one of her hands to stroke his cock while the other caressed and played with his balls. She sucked hard, and her head bobbed back and forth on her student’s shaft.

“Oh God.. Oh God.. I’m gonna cum!” Brent warned her.

His gym teacher continued to suck, and her lips fucked back and forth on his prick faster now. Brent groaned as his cock exploded in her, squirting shots of thick jizz right into her mouth.

Sarah swallowed every drop as her student emptied the load of cum into her mouth. When he was done cumming, Sarah milked the last drop of jizz from his shaft and ran out the door to get to try to make it to the faculty meeting on time.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Sarah burst through the door of the faculty meeting room, finding the meeting already in progress.

“Nice of you to be on time, Sarah.” Ken Gale, the school’s superintendent said to her as she entered the room, her heart racing. All of the school’s faculty turned to look at her and she hoped she didn’t have any cum drops left on her chin.

“Sorry about that.” She said meekly, taking a seat next to her friend, Cindy Brown.

“As I was saying before I was interrupted,” Ken continued, “We’d like to welcome back Bradley Hicks after a brief leave of absence. But that’s not the reason for this meeting. The reason you’ve all been called here is because the principal, Jack Harry, has been fired as of earlier this afternoon.”

Sarah gasped slightly. Principal Harry had always been an asshole to her, but she didn’t know if this was good news or bad.

“…And, I’d like you all to meet his replacement.” Ken continued, “Ms. Schwartz….”

On the other side of the room, the new principal stood up to stand beside the superintendent. Ms. Schwartz was tall and had a slender build. She could have been called beautiful, but she had an evil, scornful look on her face. Her blonde hair was tied back very tightly into a bun, and she wore a pair of little spectacles. She was dressed conservatively in a long skirt and traditional blouse. Even through the blouse, it was easy to see that her breasts were absolutely huge, although she made no attempt to flaunt them. They were even bigger than Sarah’s, which for some reason made her a little intimidated, and she figured they must be fake.

A few faculty members clapped as Ms. Schwartz stood up to address them and she simply nodded, her disdainful expression not changing. “Thank you. I am Ms. Schwartz, your new principal. I was brought here to make some major changes in this school and that is exactly what I intend to do. Also, it has been brought to my attention that there is some very unethical conduct being carried out by certain members of this facult…”

Ms. Schwartz looked directly at Sarah and nurse Brown and paused uncomfortably. Both of the women gulped “…and they will be dealt with the harshest penalties.”

The new principal continued to ramble on about the changes that will be made at the school, while Sarah Stevens and Cindy Brown looked at each other and gulped.

“This doesn’t sound good.” Sarah whispered, leaning over to her friend, the school nurse.

“I know.” Cindy nodded.

“Meet me at my place tonight, we’ll talk.” Sarah told her.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Sarah paced back and forth across her house all evening, worrying about the meeting earlier in the day, until she saw Cindy’s call pull into her driveway. She went to the front door and opened it just as her friend walked up the steps.

“Come on in, I made some decaf coffee.” Sarah told her.

The two of them walked into the living room and Sarah fetched a couple cups of coffee. When they sat down on the sofa together, Cindy started.

“I don’t like the sound of this new principal, Sarah.” The nurse said, sounding more worried than Sarah was.

“I know, I don’t like her either. I have a feeling she’s out to get us.” Sarah said, taking a sip of her coffee and warming her hands on the cup.

“Its like she wants to get us fired. I’m worried she’s going to find out I’ve been having sex with students in my office.” The nurse said.

“Me too. What if she already knows, and she just needs evidence?” Sarah asked.

“Good point. Well, I guess we’ll both just have to be careful. No more sex at school.” Cindy sighed.

“Well…. At least not with students.” Sarah said with a grin.

Cindy looked up, a mischievous smile on her face as well. “Are you suggesting what I think you are…?”

Sarah leaned closer to her and brushed a lock of Cindy’s dark hair behind her ear. “Well… if we both can’t get satisfied, there’s nothing stopping us from satisfying each other.” Sarah winked.

“I like that idea.” Cindy smiled and leaned in closer to her friend.

Sarah kissed her softly on the lips, and Cindy wrapped her arms around her. The two women kissed for a while, taking turns playing with each other’s tongues.

Cindy leaned back, and pulled her little t-shirt up over her head, exposing the sexy pink lace bra she had underneath. Sarah did the same; she stripped off her shirt to reveal a similar lacy bra which held her big melons inside. The two women reached around each other at the same time, each one undoing the other’s 36DD bra, and pulling it off.

Sarah watched as Cindy’s tan breasts jiggled a little as she stripped the bra off, and she felt her own do the same as her friend removed her own bra.

“I don’t think we ever decided who has larger breasts, did we?” Cindy asked.

“No, I don’t think so, but we definitely should compare.” Sarah said with a wink.

Cindy climbed over on top of Sarah’s lap, with her legs spread apart, she straddled Sarah’s thighs so she could sit there facing her. Cindy leaned forward and put her hands on the back of the couch. She pressed her upper body up against Sarah’s, causing her big tits to squeeze up right against her friend’s.

Sarah reached up and filled both of her hands with Cindy’s gorgeous, voluptuous tits. She weighed them in her hands, squeezed them and rubbed her hands around. “I think mine are definitely bigger.”

Cindy giggled and then reached down, gently taking Sarah’s breasts into her hands now. She cupped each tit in her palms and squeezed her fingers into the fleshy orbs. The two busty women were now facing each other, each playing with the other’s melons.

“No way, I think mine are bigger.” Cindy protested playfully.

Sarah smiled up at her friend and lifted each of her lovely breasts up as she leaned forward and gently kissed across her chest. She covered the tops of her breasts with kisses and then gently sucked her right nipple into her mouth. Sarah sucked and nursed gently, enjoying the taste and feel of the other woman’s flesh, while her tongue flicked over the bumps of her nipple.

Sarah let go of the breast with her mouth, leaving a trail of saliva from her bottom lip to the wet nipple she was just sucking on. “Mmmmm, but yours definitely taste better.” She said with a smile.

“Awww, why’d you stop?” Cindy asked, getting hotter.

“Lay back on the sofa, honey… There’s somewhere else I want to put my mouth.” Sarah whispered to her.

Cindy let out a little squeal of delight and laid back on the sofa, sinking into the soft cushions. Sarah knelt on the floor beside her and helped her undo her pants. Cindy slid her pants all the way off, leaving her in just a pink little thong which matched her bra, which was now laying on the floor.

Cindy lifted her legs up into the air, and Sarah gently spanked her beautiful, tight little buns. The nurse giggled slightly and then hooked her fingers under the waist of her panties and slid them down her thighs. Sarah helped her slide the little panties all the way off, and Cindy leaned back into the sofa, her thighs spread apart on either side of Sarah. Her bald little pussy was in plain view now, and was already wet, waiting to be licked.

Sarah gently caressed each of Cindy’s thighs as she leaned in, taking a long lick along the length of her slit. Cindy’s pussy was completely shaved, not even a patch of pubic hair. As Sarah started to lick, Cindy groaned and closed her eyes.

Sarah lapped her tongue along her friend’s slit, then wiggled her tongue in between her lips, dipping it inside her pussy, while her nose nuzzled up against her clit. Cindy placed her hands on her breasts, holding them together as Sarah now flicked her tongue in and out of her pussy quickly.

“Mmmm, that feels so good, don’t stop now!” Cindy purred to her.

Sarah slid her tongue up to the top of her slit where she spread apart her friend’s lips with her fingers, finding her swollen clit. She gently flicked her tongue across it, alternating between gently grinding the flat of her tongue over the little nob.

Sarah’s fingers now slid in and out of Cindy’s wet little pussy while she sucked and licked at her clit. Her friend was moaning and writhing on the sofa and suddenly she squealed out as she orgasmed powerfully. Cindy’s whole body arched and a loud cry of joy filled the entire house. Sarah finally licked and sucked all along Cindy’s slit, lapping up all her juices.

“MMmmmm, can we do this again tomorrow?” Cindy asked.

“Sure.” Sarah replied, looking up at her.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

[ The next day … ]

Brent Johnson walked down the hall of the school. He was being summoned to the principal’s office before the first class of the day, which he found to be somewhat odd. He couldn’t remember doing anything wrong that would warrant a visit to the principal.

He walked into the main office and told the secretary that he was there to see the principal. The secretary told him to go right on in.

Brent stepped up to the principal’s door, noticing the nameplate on the door no longer said “Principal Harry”, but now was “Principal Schwartz”. The door was open so he went in, finding a busty businesswoman sitting behind the principal’s desk.

“Where’s the principal?” Brent asked.

“I am the new principal. Principal Schwartz. And you must be Brent. Close the door and sit down.” She said matter-of-factly.

Brent closed the door to the principal’s office and sat down in one of the small chairs across from her desk.

“Did I do something wrong?” Brent asked, eyeing the new principal up and down. She had an incredible body, even though she didn’t show it off. He could tell she had firm, muscular thighs underneath her skirt, and the curve of her gorgeous, huge breasts was visible underneath the loose blouse she wore. Its too bad she had a scowl, which made her seem wicked.

“As a matter of fact, you did!” Principal Schwartz said, standing up and leaning over the desk to look directly into the student’s eyes. “I know about your sexual relations with the teacher Miss Stevens. These kind of offenses lead to immediate expulsion!”

Brent’s jaw dropped. He had no idea who this new principal was, or how on earth she had found out that he was screwing Miss Stevens. He had been careful! The thought of expulsion terrified him. He was a senior! He’d have to repeat the grade!

“Noooo please!” He begged.

Principal Schwartz chuckled and leaned back up, standing behind her desk. “I have an assignment for you. If you want to stay in school, you’ll complete this assignment for me. And you won’t tell anyone about it. Understood?”

Brent nodded his head. “Yes, what is it? I’ll do anything.”

The sexy principal coolly walked to a filing cabinet in the corner of the office. She opened the top drawer and took out a small video camera, then set it on her desk.

“Take this, and bring me the evidence I need to fire Sarah Stevens.” She said coldly.

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This story was intended as a 2 part story about a student dealing with a problem and getting help from her teacher. But it grew into a love story, so here is part 1 of 16. The story is quite romantic and deals with, love, truth, honesty and being true to yourself. Please enjoy and any comments will be greatly appreciated, good or bad.

Part 1 – Secrets Revealed

I was waiting, class would be over in 10 minutes and I was ready to finally tell someone my secret. I sat on the back row of my English class, my work finished about 5 minutes ago and since then, I have just sat and stared at the clock on the wall, watching it slowly tick away. I should feel nervous but I’m not, I know this is the right thing to do, I just hope my teacher is as receptive as I hope she is. For the last year I have discovered this secret about myself and kept it as such until I was able to deal with any future problems, I have been researching what I can and I feel it is time to finally tell someone. Later today I hope to tell my parents, but I want to tell my teacher first. I need support from someone at school and I feel Miss Taylor will be the one that can help me, because if other students and teachers find out my secret, I will need someone special, someone to support me in whatever negative situation I find myself.

Only five minutes to go, I must planned this conversation in my head for over a week now, but I know these type of conversations can’t be planned, because the outcome is unknown, not knowing how the other persons will react, but I truly believe Miss Taylor is the right choice.

The bell rang loudly to all, signalling to everyone in the school that it was the end of class but also the end of the day, time to go home. I hoped that Miss Taylor had nowhere to go, because I knew I needed at least an hour of her time, if not longer. By the way before I forget, my name is Sophie Green and I am 18 years old. Since my early teens I have mentally and physically, felt I was a well developed young woman, even though I should have been classed as a girl. I always felt more mature than my age states. My sister told me I was 10 going on 18; I believed she was very serious when she said that. The people who know me well, have treated me as such, this has helped my confidence, which I will definitely need when I tell my teacher and my parents, my secret.

Once the other students had vacated the classroom, I picked up my backpack from the floor hanging it on one shoulder, I then stood and started to approach Miss Taylor’s desk. Since I started at this school, King Georges Comprehensive, over 5 years ago, I have been by myself, no friends my own age, I made the decision I could survive without them. But with the teachers I try and be friendly towards them, I feel they will understand me better. It has helped me to be noticed more as a very hard working student, which helps me want to work harder and impress that much more. Miss Taylor was one such teacher, except we had more of a friendship. It had built over the last 14 months since I started sixth form, if we weren’t student or teacher we would definitely be friends, we enjoyed talking a lot about each others interests. We shared a lot of the same likes and dislikes, including the books we read. I was always instigating conversations about her thoughts of the world around us. I trusted her even more than my parents in some ways, like I could tell her anything, so I had chosen her as my secret keeper.

She is finishing off what seems to be some marking. She is slouching, her head sitting on her hand of her elbowed left arm, while her right skimmed through the pages of the books and writing down her notes. She looked both tired and bored. Now I was starting to worry, was I doing the right thing, was it really a good time to have this conversation. Suddenly she looked up at me and as soon as she saw me she smiled at me. Her face softened seeing me, it seemed younger. I got my courage back and approached the desk.

“Excuse me miss, but I was wondering if you could spare me some of your valuable time? I need to talk to you about something important to me.” Even though I was confident, I was still slightly nervous and Miss Taylor seemed to sense this, she folded the book she was currently working on and put everything aside, giving me her undivided attention. My confidence slowly began to return, Miss Taylor was just the person I thought she is, caring, honest, trustworthy and forthright.

“Sophie, please sit.” She pointed to her one to one chair she kept just a few feet from her own chair. I dropped my backpack onto floor and sat down, keeping my back straight, my confidence returned, displayed in my posture. “I am your teacher Sophie, whatever you want to talk to me about, you have both my attention and confidence.”

“I really appreciate that. I need to talk to someone about something, that could potentially develop into a problem, mainly at school and I wanted to tell someone I trusted, hoping for, not only there guidance and support, but also needing a friend. I felt of all the people I know here, you were my first and only choice. Do you think it will be alright for you to talk to me, or do you feel that maybe this is something you cannot get involved with Gaziantep Otele Gelen Escort because of your position? It is quite personal. Whatever answer you give me, I will not hold it against you, I consider you honest and very trustworthy.” Miss Taylor took off her reading glasses, folding them and placed them on the desk. Then she turned her chair so she was directly facing me. Miss Taylor is only a few inches taller than me, has long flowing blonde hair to my curly, shoulder length mousy brown hair. She is currently wearing a yellow summer dress. She gives off a very warm, welcoming feeling, giving my heart a much needed boost. The impression she is giving me is that we are equals, rather than as teacher/student.

“This sounds very serious Sophie and without knowing the problem, I will not be able to give you a straight answer as to what my answer will be. So at this moment in time, with the fact school is finished for the day, I want you to consider me as your friend rather than as a teacher. I also want you to feel comfortable and call me by my first name Amy. Whatever you tell me will not leave this room, unless you tell me otherwise. I’m glad you can see me as someone you can confide in, but it makes me sad that there is no one else you could think of to discuss your problem or problems with. So when you are ready Sophie, tell me how I can help?”

“Ok Mis… Amy, my secret is I am gay.” Suddenly I held my breath, it was out finally, it felt pretty good to finally say it, I had read enough stories about this on the internet, reading peoples testimonies about not only coming to terms with there sexuality, but also the pressures and bigotry a person may face. Admitting or coming out to people was one of the harder steps, as well as admitting it to yourself. Amy just looked down nervously at her feet, she did not say anything for a few minutes. The longer she was silent, the more anxious I felt. Eventually she looked at me seriously and asked “Why are you telling me?” Not at all what I expected her to ask me, so I gave myself a moment to consider my answer.

“One day soon, maybe, students and teachers at this school will find out. I am not the type of person to deny who or what I am. I wanted someone to hopefully support me, just someone I felt I could turn to, a friend. Even though you are my teacher, I trust you above all others and I know you will be there for me, as you have already said, I have your trust. I am sorry if this has put you in an awkward position.”

“I feel slightly honoured that you feel that way towards me, and you have my trust. To be honest with you, I hope it is not because you like me as anything more than your teacher. Let me rephrase that slightly, do you feel an attraction to me or see me as some sort of future lover.”

“I think you are a very attractive women, but my feelings towards you and my reasons for talking to you about this, are nothing more than as my teacher and my friend. Believe me, I don’t feel ready to find a girlfriend at this moment in time. When I feel more comfortable with my sexuality or if I find someone I really care for in that way and that my affections are returned, I may take the next step, I just need a friend, that is all.”

“Well thank you again for your trust in me. It sounds like you have had to make some difficult choices, but why have you not told your parents first?”

“At first I was going to, I have a very solid and open relationship with them, but I wanted someone at school to know first. I needed to know that when I do tell my parents, they know I have at least some support and guidance here first, it will at least mean they do not have to worry about what may or may not happen, in a place where they cannot look out for me. Not that I am asking you to watch over me or anything, but at least someone who knows me well enough to just be there for me.” I was starting to lose my confidence, but more in myself than my teacher. Talking about it was harder than I thought it would be, hopefully now that I am finally coming out, what I am probably feeling is relief, rather than fear.

“Are you scared your parent’s reaction will be less than positive?”

“No not really, they may not fully understand, but I do at least feel they will be very loving and supportive off my decision.”

“How long have you known?”

“About a year, but as with everything I do, understanding it was the more difficult process. I have been doing a lot of research on the subject, mainly being a young lesbian and about coming out to your parents. The internet has been a most valuable tool over the year, helping me to understand what being gay will mean and what sort of future I am likely to expect. I know my life will not be as simple as people who are straight, but I am confident I am more prepared for the future. And now that I have just turned 18, I now feel ready and legal to come out to people.”

“So why now, if you do not feel ready to attempt to find a girlfriend. Maybe you should wait a few years, you may discover this is just a phase.”

“Unless you are gay also,” she flinched at this, but I simply continued “you just know in yourself enough to believe the truth. I have been propositioned by boys into dating them. But now that I know I am gay, I will not lie, but there are only so many honest answers I can give to them, without outing myself. I believe that now I am 18, more boys will ask me out and eventually they may figure me out as different to other girls, and as I have said, I will not deny who I am. I have integrity and a strong belief in who I am, my sister told me that no matter what, I am who I am, I should choose to be who I want to be, and if people try and pressure you or force you to be someone you are not, then you may lose yourself. I hope you believe me on this, because another of the reasons I told you first, is that I felt you know and understand me better than anyone else.”

“I hope you don’t mind me asking these questions, please do not think I am judging you. These are just things that others may ask, it is with hope that not only do you understand it, that I can understand it as well. I have no real experience on this subject.” She stopped talking and looked down at her shoes. I could not see her face but from the shaking of shoulders and general body language, she was crying.

“I am sorry Amy; please tell me what is wrong?” I touched her knee to let her know I was there if she needed me, but she flinched at my touch. “I am sorry again; I did not mean to put any pressure on you.” I did not know what to do, so decided it would be better to leave. I picked up my backpack and made my way towards the door. But as my hand reached for the door handle I heard Amy sniffle.

“Please don’t leave?” she asked. My heart wept for the pain I heard in her voice, I immediately dropped my backpack and went to her, wrapping my arms around her, offering my support. After a few minutes she calmed down and asked me to sit again. I apologised again but she put her hands up to stop any further talking from me. “Please don’t apologise, you have done nothing wrong, in fact, if anyone should apologise, it should be me.” I was about to interrupt but she held up her hand again. “Please allow me to explain. There is a something that very few know about me, a secret hidden from many people especially from myself. There is this pain inside of me and I have let it consume me. I almost lied to you Sophie, which upset me more than you could ever know. I know that you have asked for my support and I beg your forgiveness for allowing my own past to almost break the trust we have built and ask for your support now. I need to tell you my own secret, it is finally time I stopped hiding, admit to myself the truth and finally tell someone.”

Part of me knew what she was going to say, but I gave her the chance to tell me. “Amy, nothing you tell me will leave my lips, I can see the hurt and pain in your eyes. If you need to tell me, you have my confidence and trust as well as my friendship. I will do my best to help and support you, that is the true bond of friendship and nothing would make me happier to have that bond with you. I believe we are true kindred spirits and together we can stand up to our fears, heads held high, together we can do anything.” Suddenly she broke down again. I saw the utter relief Amy was showing, I had given her hope. This made me cry as well, I felt proud of myself for being able to help someone important to me. She quickly stood and lifting me out of my seat, wrapped me in a tight hug. I wrapped my arms around her waist as we held each other and cried. This was a major turning point in our friendship; the bond we had built over the last year was sealed. I had never felt a feeling as strong. After a lot of comfortable minutes in each others arms we slowly parted, Amy kissed me on the cheek and offered I take my seat again. Once she was seated and we had both composed ourselves, she gave me her biggest smile ever.

“In all my life I have never felt closer to another person. It is a truly amazing feeling, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your friendship and support. I am extremely thankful that you have come into my life.”

“I feel exactly the same, I think we are closer than any two friends could be. It is a very warm and happy feeling that I do not wish to lose.”

“Whatever happens I feel nothing could ever break our friendship. You know, the moment you first came into this classroom, I knew just by that first smile you gave me that you were someone very special.”

“I felt it too, you understand me, you showed your trust and belief in me, better than anyone else has, you have truly become my closet friend and confident. So do you feel ready to talk, if you need more time, I can give you as much as you need?”

“No, I need to do this now, I feel strong, stronger than ever. Sophie, I am gay too.” Now this is what I was expecting her to say but it was still a shock, though I did feel closer to her.

“So you know what I am going through, that helps me a great deal to know I have someone who knows what to expect and who I can talk to without any prejudice.”

“Well as I said earlier, not many know my secret; you are the first I have told in 12 years. Since then I have been too afraid to admit it. I haven’t even dated to confirm my true feelings. I have hidden myself away from the world and just stuck to teaching, distracting myself with books and homework. There are two people in the world that I have had strong feelings for them. I hope to find love one day, true love, but my fears, I am afraid, got the better of me.” She wasn’t crying anymore but seemed very upset.

“So these two people, you were afraid of telling either of them?” She gave herself a moment to compose herself.

“Please bear with me; I have a lot to tell, especially to you. It will only work if I explain everything to you, so that not only do you understand what you may face, better, but also what I have been afraid to face myself. I know I should have talked sooner about this, but I never felt I had the right opportunity to voice my fears, until now. Sophie in the time you have started this conversation, you have helped me so much. I have been given the true gift of friendship, I feel blessed to know you and hope whatever ever I say neither upsets you or ruins the bond we have sealed this very night, a bond that has developed over the year into something special.” She paused again. I slid my chair forward so I could be closer to her. I held out my hands so that I could hold hers, offering my non-verbal support. She took both my hands and held them tight. She gave me another smile and continued.

“I was 15 years old when I first told anyone of my feeling, it was my best friend. For years we were friends and for most of that time I was very much in love with her. At first I never understood how much I really loved her, but whenever we were apart I felt a loss. It was a very difficult time for me, still is in fact. My parents had recently divorced and for some reason there time with me was limited as they tried to deal with, not only the loss, but finding someone to replace the other. I was left behind to fend for myself, luckily Claire was there to support me. It was just after my 15th birthday that I attended my fathers wedding, but only if Claire was allowed to come. During the party I asked Claire to dance, just because no one else seemed to ask me. She agreed and it was during that dance I realised just how beautiful she was, how much she meant to me. It was on that night I knew I was gay. I ran from her that night afraid of what I was feeling, having no understanding what I was going through, I apologised later explaining I needed air. After several months I understood that I had always preferred women to men and had also learned of the term lesbian. I needed to talk to someone, so I felt my best friend would understand and stay by my side. I did not tell her that I liked her that way or anything, I just told her that I liked women sexually. She then asked if I liked her as more than a friend. My answer was honest and true, I would not lie to her, so I said yes, but her reaction was not of friendship. I told her I did like her that way, I loved her very much, but this was not what she wanted to hear. She became very angry at me, called me a lot of names I didn’t understand, though I could hear the hate in her voice. After that I never spoke to her again. We avoided each other at school and ever since. What hurt more than anything though, was that she not only told her parents, who told my parents, but she told other students, which soon turned into the whole school knowing. I was picked on and ridiculed; it was the worst time of my life. When I finished school, I left home and the county, going to university to study to become a teacher. Sophie, the person you chose to tell your secret too, me, was the one person who actually became a teacher to be able to be there for the students. Other teachers may have simply denied the problem was there, like my teachers did at my school. And I only hope your parents at least carry on talking to you, because once I left home, they no longer wanted to have anything to do with me.” Gradually as she told me her story, more and more tears cascaded down her cheeks. I could feel her pain, not only in the years of unshed tears, but in the way her hands were shaking.

“I am sorry Amy that you had to go through that alone, but now I am here, you can share your pain and let it out. This is the time to finally break free of your pain, hopefully now you can finally accept it and move on with your life and find someone who deserves your love. I know you have plenty of love in you, that not only do you use everyday to help you students succeed but also for people like me, who need that love and support to help them through the rough roads of life. I am very glad to have you in my life and knowing I was absolutely right to choose you. I only hope that there is another out there, the love of my life, who is just like you.” She broke down again but also pulled me into another hug, the best yet, we both felt the love and friendship we shared and both felt even stronger towards each other as we cried happy tears. We both slowly parted, I looked into Amy’s eyes, seeing right into her soul. I raised my hand to gently wipe the tears from her face. She reached up and held my hand to her face as she learned into it. As she held it there, her other hand held my face. It was then I realised that I loved her, like the moment she felt with her friend, it was a shocking revelation, but it was a truth I could not deny. Looking into her eyes, I could see that she felt it too. My hand gently stroked the hand that was cupping my face while my thumb on my other hand caressed her cheek.

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When one goes to play golf in a resort area as a single player, or going solo, as it were, it is common practice for the course to match the solo player up with a twosome or threesome.

Such was the case when I made a weekend stopover in Hilton Head while coming back from a business trip in Atlanta. A friend had offered me the use of his house in Shipyard resort, so I drove the four-plus hours down Interstate 16, and arrived late Friday night.

Having no set plans but plenty of time, I slept in late and drove over to the Country Club of Hilton head just before noon and the friendly young man in the pro shop told me to see the marshall, who would set me up with a married couple, Mr. and Mrs. Adams, who were members and ready to tee off in the next fifteen minutes.

I was on the putting green, enjoying the crisp autumn weather, soaking in the sunshine and the ambience of the plush club, when I heard her voice behind me, a soft, slow, heart-melting southern drawl, like spilled molasses oozing down the branches of the indigenous and plentiful Spanish moss trees. “Hi, thay-uh, yew must be John.”

I turned in response to the melodic greeting, and when I saw her, I literally dropped my putter, no pun intended, while another club rose instinctively within my crotch. She smiled a smile that would have lit up River Street in nearby Savannah. “Ah’m Kathie Adams, ah think ah’ll be playin’ with yew today.”

I maintained enough composure to stammer through my own introduction and we made small talk on the putting green while waiting for her husband to join us. I couldn’t wait to see the lucky bastard that had bagged this trophy wife. Kathy muttered disdainfully, while rolling her sparkling emerald eyes, “He’s in the bar, where he usually is.” Me, I wouldn’t have let this doll out of my sight.

I immediately assessed that she was about forty-five years old (or about fifteen years older than me) and weighed about 110 lbs. She had shoulder length honey-blonde hair and was about 5′ 4″, with bright green eyes and sun-speckled freckles on her tiny nose. She had a tight firm body, adorned in a white golf shirt and a pair of tight beige shorts. Her tits looked to be about 34 D’s, huge on that petite, toned body. They didn’t look like those fake ones, all perfectly round and no sag. Hers were quite obviously 100% real. A perfect teardrop shape with large areolas and nipples that were already very hard. Her breasts had some heft to them, not sag really, just a natural heaviness that younger guys like me love on a mature woman.

I found out in our little conversation that she was an ardent runner, and worked out diligently, at least five times a week in the gym in their spacious house right on the causeway in the plantation, as they call each separate development in Hilton Head. From my vantage point I watched intently every time she bent to up a holed putt, and I could see that despite her sensational torso, her pert little ass was her best feature. It was high and tight from the running, a perfect heart shape, and her golf shorts rose high up her thighs, exposing just the bottom of her buttocks each time she picked up a ball.

Hubby, Paul was his name, finally emerged into the sunlight, and I was shocked at what I saw. He had to be at least fifteen to twenty years older than his wife, with a craggy, wrinkled face and silver hair, and I deduced that this was a marriage of financial convenience, a trade-off of Kathy’s stunning looks and the arrogant old codgers’ nest egg, which had to be substantial. Paul virtually ignored me from the outset, huffing his way through a perfunctory introduction on the first tee, and the first four holes were played in an almost awkward silence, as it was clear that he was about as thrilled to have me accompany them as I was to be in his miserable presence.

The only bright spot, and it was more than enough to offset his gruff behavior and incessant drinking (he kept a bottle of Chivas Regal on ice in a cooler in the back of their golf cart) was getting to watch Kathy in her various golfing positions; set-up, stance, follow-through, each one providing me a different and highly enjoyable angle of her torso twisted in different contortions. Naturally, my imagination ran wild, and Kathy was not unaware of my attention to her details.

On the fifth fairway, a tight, dogleg par-four, Paul snap-hooked his drive deep into the woods, and Kathy suggested that she jump in the cart with me while Paul searched for his ball, since her ball and my own were smack in the center of the fairway. “He’ll be stone drunk by the eighteenth hole,” she grumbled. “And passed out by dusk.” Her delightfully sunny features clouded over only when she spoke of Paul. “Looks like ah’ll be eating dinner by myself again, it gets old,” she sighed forlornly.

Suddenly, she propped her tanned legs up on the inside dash of the golf cart, deliberately providing me with an unfettered, eagle-eye view. The rising bulge in my trousers Gaziantep Oral Escort did not escape her attention either, and we each glanced down at the others’ nether regions unabashedly.

A wicked gleam came across her impeccable face. “Ah have an idea,” she said, climbing out of the cart. “Ah’ll share it with yew at the halfway house, Paul will no doubt have to go in and get a refresher or three.” My eyes were riveted on her succulent ass as she walked across the lush grass, swinging her hips way more than she needed to, putting on a welcome show for me, while Paul thrashed his way out of the forest, taking four strokes to do so, which is about how many strokes I felt I required right about now, but of a far different kind.

Sure enough, after the front nine, Paul disappeared into the clubhouse. Kathy also excused herself momentarily and winked at me and told me to meet her on the tenth tee. I sat in the cart, letting two groups play through, until Kathy reappeared, looking less than pleased, driving up in their cart by herself. Well, massively pissed off is more like it.

“Ah have to apologize, John. Paul no longer wants to continue today. Seems he’d rather drink the afternoon away than enjoy Mother Nature.” Her countenance brightened as she saw my sincere disappointment. She reached into her golf bag and extracted a small box and extended it to me. “But ah brought you a gift for being such a nice, young gentleman. Please open it.”

I fondled the box, disillusioned that my time with Kathy was drawing to a premature close. “Thank you, Kathy, that’s not necessary, but so very sweet of you.”

Kathy’s flaming eyes blazed into my own. “Ah meant open it now, John.” The look in her eyes was not duplicitous, so I followed instructions and peeled off the lid of the small box.

I gasped audibly as I saw the gift. It was a neatly folded pair of brown thong panties with a discernible wet spot right on the crotch of the silky fabric. When I looked up, she had turned sideways on the cart and head spread her legs just enough for me to look up the slight gap between her shorts and her skin, and I detected that she was now sans panties. I was looking right into a narrow tunnel that led to a beautiful, hairless, exposed pussy.

The cute, polite, southern-belle persona had vanished, gone with the wind, replaced by an aggressive, pantiless, mature and needy siren.

“Ah was finger-fucking mahself in the ladies room. Yew’ve been driving me cra-zee all fuckin’ day, and I can’t walk around in those,” she drawled huskily. “Read the note, and if ya’ll can follow directions, yew are in for a fun evenin’, sugah.”

She winked at me as she drove away, and the lingering smell of her sex hit me from two directions, her departing golf cart, and the thong in the box. I unraveled the note, scrawled on the back of a scorecard.

It read: “Thought you might need a new head cover to keep me in your thoughts for the back nine. I’ve reserved an outdoor table for two for us at the Quarterdeck in Harbour Town at seven-thirty. We can give each other some lessons in night sports.”

My hard-on and I arrived at seven-twenty-nine, which technically meant it really should have been a table for three, and I followed the comely hostess to the corner table facing Calibogue Sound. Kathy showed up five minutes later in a sheer, lavender floral chiffon sundress that was transparent in the setting sun, leaving nothing to the imagination regarding if she was donned in any undergarments. Only a small triangular patch of lemon fabric was visible beneath the dress, clinging tightly to her slit, the g-string pushed up her asscheeks.

She kissed me demurely on the lips, but the lustful twinkle in her green-yellow eyes served as a promise of nocturnal delights to come. We sipped a delicious Washington State chardonnay and fed each other finger foods as we held hands and watched the setting sun like old, comfortable lovers. We shared tales about our lives, and I discovered that she had stayed with her husband only for appearances sake for her kids, twin girls who were in high school, but studying abroad this semester.

Normally, that would bother me, and on some level perhaps even repel me enough to not get entangled with a married woman, but somehow, with Kathy, it just seemed different. True, the allure of inevitable sex was quite convincing and persuasive an argument itself, but I’d met her husband and had seen first-hand his boorishness, and I surmised that Kathy was determined not to let him suck the life out of her needs, too. Does that sound feasible?

No? Ah, OK, let’s face it, I just wanted to shag her. She was red fucking hot. During the dinner, perhaps as the wine was having its effect on her, Kathy went out of character and answered this way, blushing but yet proud of her femininity, when I asked her is she realized how truly beautiful she was. “Well, when ah go to the store in tight shorts ah do get lots of looks. If ah wear a t-shirt with no bra and my jugs are undulating, ah can stop traffic.”

She stopped and smiled a shy smile. “And tonight, you get to fuck me.”

Check, please!

She followed me in her Lexus to my borrowed place in Shipyard. When we reached the doorway, we kissed with intent for the first time. That first, sweet , soft exploratory kiss is always the precursor of the sexual dynamic to come, and ours was electrifying, scintillating. It was obvious to me that I held a carnal keg of dynamite in my arms. Her thin, soft lips parted in response to mine, and a long, hot, pink tongue snaked hungrily into my mouth. “Oh, God, it’s been so long, please, John, take me, take me now,” she pleaded.

She pulled the dress over her arms and head, displaying the sensational, mature body on which I would eagerly feast tonight. I picked her up and carried her from the foyer to the master bedroom, and placed her tenderly on the fluffy mattress, and scurried out of my own clothes. “Oh my God, look at that cock. It’s huge, it’s…oh, my……take me,” she repeated. I never felt more like a stud.

I lowered myself running my hands down her body, over her breasts, her ribs, her narrow waist, and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her panties. I pulled them down over her thighs and knees. She kicked off her shoes and she leaned up as I slipped them over her feet. I found myself facing a small trimmed triangle of hair, her smooth puffy labia, and the hood of her clitoris protruding, just a little, from the top of her slit. With my hands on her hips I pulled her toward me and I put my mouth over her clit and ran the flat of my wet tongue over it.

“Oh god, yes,” she whimpered as she pushed my head into her pussy.

I sat her on the edge of the bed, “Sit back and enjoy this,” I said and she lay back and closed her eyes. I spread her legs wide and her pussy lips opened a little revealing her glistening folds and a hint of her hole. I leaned in and hovered there taking in her musky aroma. I licked her pussy up and down in the narrow crease between her inner and outer labia, first up one side and then down the other. I kissed the length of her inner thighs and as I approached her clit I would stop short. I teased her for a long while and between my tongue and her excitement her pussy got very wet. A trickle of clear liquid dribbled down her thigh into the recess of her ass. I looked up to see her hands caressing the pink button-sized nipples on her big breasts.

She clung onto the sheets as I raised her thighs onto my shoulders and buried my greedy face into her soaking wet vagina, making both of us sigh.

Kathy was immediately throwing her head from side to side as I lovingly lapped at her sopping hole and clitoris. She tasted simply amazing, clean, fresh, like a nectar of fruit and flowers. My tongue darted in and out and up and down and around the sides then over her love-button then down to the tight piece of skin between her pussy and her little pink bum hole. “Ah’m in sexual heaven for the first time in nearly fifteen years, ah haven’t been eaten for that long,” she groaned, and that made me feel like an oral super-hero, knowing I had this beautiful forty-something in the throes of intense Nirvana. After a minute or two she began clawing at my head as I brought Kathy closer and closer to a powerful orgasm.

Her fingers were nearly tearing into my skull when I sucked on her swollen nub and slid a long finger inside her as the stubble on my chin scratched her most tender folds.

“Do you like this?”

“Ooooh yes . . . don’t stop,” she said without looking at me, writhing frantically.

I continued to lick her up and down. Finally, with my tongue, I traced her slit up to her clit and my mouth engulfed it. I sucked on it gently at first and then a little harder. My tongue circled and then flicked it. Her breathing became labored and I could feel her hands on the back of my head holding me in place as I brought her to a shuddering orgasm. She let out a loud moan and clamped her legs around my head. Her hips jerked several times as I kept my mouth on her swollen clit. Then I felt her legs relax and I came up for air. I looked up and could see the red flush on the skin between her breasts. Her body gleamed with a thin layer of sweat in the lamp light.

She breathed deeply for a minute and then said, “God, that was absolutely amazing. Ah’ve cum before but never like that! Thank yew, thank yew, thank yew!”

I crawled up on top of her small body and I kissed her, letting her taste her own sweet juices. I rose and stepped back to admire her small body moist with sweat, her pert tits, the narrow of her waist, the widening of her hips, and legs spread wide showing me her swollen pussy beaconing my cock.

“Not yet.” I looked at her quizzically, fully poised and prepared to penetrate. “As much as ah want to feel you inside of me,” she gushed, “Ah need to have you in mah mouth first, ah’ve wanted to suck your cock and taste you from the moment ah saw yew this afternoon.”

She swiveled her body around and lowered it to my crotch with a leering grin on her angelic face. “And ah just LOVE to suck cock, bay-bee.”

I was only too happy to comply. Hey, far be it from me to deny a mature, needy woman her fetish pleasures.

She gave me a slow sexy grin and took a hesitant lick at the tip of my cock.

“Ah’ve done this before, but it’s been awhile, and never a man so thick, so be patient with me, honey.” Kathy winked. “Ah’m gonna have to fight my gag reflex.” I looked down at her caressing my shaft. That remark caught my interest. Her next captured it. “See, ah like to deep throat.”

She teased my perineum with a single finger as she peppered kisses along both sides of my cock. She looked up at me with a perfect combination of shyness and sheer lust, pausing just at the tip, and then her lips parted, and ever so slowly, inch by inch, I watched in fascination my dick disappeared gradually into her throat.

Excruciatingly slowly she continued to lower her head down my long shaft, gripping every inch with her tight mouth. Holding onto it with all the strength she had between her licking tongue and the roof of her mouth. Her cheeks were concave, the suction strong. There was no air in the vacuum her mouth had become. It was apparent she wanted to feel every part of my cock, every vein that protruded from it, every crease created by them, the smoothness of it. She released her throat hold for just a second to utter breathlessly, “Ah never knew ah loved the feel of a cock inside my mouth so much until ah first felt yours.”

She resumed her descent and pushed down to the base as far as she could go. My cockhead, by all accounts, is enormous and it pressed against the bottom of Kathy’s throat before she again came up for air. “Ah used to be able to take a big dick into my throat, but now, ah cannot, not like ah wanna. Out of practice. Mah throat is too tense.”

She rolled onto her back and opened her legs. “Ah am held by the kind of tension that is sexual…that makes mah body shake, mah throat close and mah pussy open. Ah felt my pussy getting wetter and wider as ah sucked your big cock, John. Mah mouth watered, as did mah eyes.” Tears formed in her eyes now. “Ah wanted to give you the best of me. Ah wanted your cock to feel as good to you being in mah mouth as having you there felt to me. Ah could only try.”

“But now….now ah just need to get fucked.”

I gently pushed Kathy back into the sheets and pulled her tanned legs far apart and she looked up at me from between them.

The mere sight of her essentially panting for my cock was among the most arousing things I had ever seen. I began to ease toward our mutual target, cock meeting cunt, and now my dick was between her legs which swung above me, she was looking at me as I approached, cock in hand.

She shivered, “Oh God, ah am cumming again at the very sight of you mounting me…such a beautiful sight…how much can ah take?”

Tears swelled again. She was panting, whimpering, moaning. I was above her now, and slid my cock deeply into her warm, waiting, gushing slit and lay down atop her magnificent, womanly body. I felt her body heat against mine. Her face in my neck, her chest, her arms against mine…pulling me in, my pumping cock and strong pubis banging into her. She wrapped her strong runner’s thighs around my back and pulled me closer in, so deep now. I continue to pump her as her hips rose to meet my thrusts. She pumped me right back. She ran her soft hands along my back, from the narrow part just above my ass, up as it widened to my shoulders.

A massive wave hit me. I couldn’t breath. I didn’t want to. I only wanted to feel this, her, her silky cunt, our orgasm, together, as one. I couldn’t hear, see, or think. I could only feel…and it felt wonderful.

I continued to pump into Kathy despite having just cum, my dick was still steel-hard within her tunnel and not going to recede. Tears flowed down her cheeks. They were voluntary and involuntary. Another climactic wave cascaded over her, another strong orgasm that rocked her body into a writhing, heaving tremble.

I had to breath. I had to get control. She was sending me further out of my senses than I’d ever been before. But I didn’t want to come back. I didn’t want this to end. Kathy rose and looked up at me. I looked into her eyes. I saw our secrets reflected back at me. She knew me. I leaned down and softly kissed her. My head was getting lighter. My body was trembling. I buried my face against her. I held on as tightly as I could until I couldn’t any longer. I became weak. I had no more control. My head fell back. I let go…I sank into the bed with Kathy still inside of me, on me, surrounding me with her body, her heat, her smoldering sensuality. It was more than I could stand. I drifted away softly.

When I awoke hours later, she was gone.

But, on the night stand, there was another note, and another pair of thong panties, my second such gift of the long day.

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