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Confessions of a Gynecologist

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I didn’t mean it to happen. I am a professional, I am a doctor, and I took the Hippocratic Oath. All my training was crystal clear on this matter and there was no gray area or wiggle room. Sexual relations with a patient are absolutely forbidden. Yet I violated that sacred commandment. There were a lot of factors, but the root of it all is I wanted to do it. Jenna seduced me, but I am responsible for my own actions.

It happened just like this; I’d been up half the night with a difficult delivery and was running on fumes. When Jenna Manero came in, I was happy she was my last patient for the day. I had been running behind all day, and had already sent the office staff home. Jenna was a new patient here and she only needed a simple breast exam and pap smear. As she came in, something about her made my antenna prick up; olive skinned, with glossy black hair and huge green eyes, she wore a wrap-around sundress in an attractive green pattern, which brought out the green of her eyes and complimented her skin nicely. Her remarkable beauty tugged me out of my haze of fatigue. She didn’t wear a bra under her dress, that was evident. For some reason I wondered if she had any panties on. As I said, I was tired. These thoughts sometimes sneak up on me when I’m tired.

Trying to put the thought of Jenna’s panties out of my mind, I introduced myself and looked over her medical history. She was an ordinary, healthy young lady of twenty-two.

“Ms. Manero, have you had a pelvic exam before?” I asked her politely.

She told me she had. I made a note and asked her a few more questions: did she have a pap smear done yearly? Yes. Did she do home breast exams? Yes. Did she have any problems or questions? She smiled and shook her head no. Good.

I indicated the paper gown and sheet. “Please undress and put on the gown so that it opens in the front and place the sheet over your lap.” I stepped out to give her the privacy to undress. I was going to see all of her that there was to see, but this ritual helped doctor and patient be detached. I was still wondering about her panties, though, another forbidden thought. Jenna’s beauty was inspiring a lot of those thoughts.

I re-entered to find Jenna reclining on the examination table, robed as instructed. I opened the front of her gown. “I’ll be doing a breast examination now, Ms. Manero, to check for any lumps or irregularities.” She had gorgeous breasts too, round and full with dark nipples and not a hint of sag. She must sun-bathe naked, I thought. She had no bikini lines. The image of her relaxing bursa eskort in the nude popped into my head vividly.

Swiftly, I tried to employ my standard impersonal technique of quickly kneading each breast. It was difficult, especially when her nipples hardened under my touch. I pretended not to notice and was ready to move on with the rest of the exam when she hesitantly asked me, “Could you please tell me… I thought I felt something. Can you check again?”

Sometimes women were worried about their own ability to discern lumps, this was quite ordinary.

“Show me where the problem is,” I requested.

She pressed a spot just below her right nipple. I firmly palpated the spot indicated and found nothing.

“This feels normal. You’re fine.” I gave her a reassuring smile.

“Are you sure? I thought I felt something here.” She touched the bottom of her aereola now.

I palpated again, this time including the edge of her hard nipple. As I started to withdraw my hand, she said, “No, higher.” She guided my fingers onto the tip of her nipple. Then, to my great surprise, she guided my fingers back and forth so that I was fondling the whole nipple. Fondling, definitely not examining for lumps now.

“It’s ok, Ms. Manero,” I said, trying to recover myself, “Everything looks fine.” I closed her gown, shutting out the sight of her breasts. I proceeded to the abdominal examination, pressing down on her lower stomach to feel her internal organs. I tried to regain my composure but I noticed her stomach was flat and smooth to the touch. That was not helping me.

“If you could scoot down to the end here and place your feet in the stirrups,” I instructed her. This would be easier; she couldn’t guide my hands anywhere I didn’t want them to go. She would be at a disadvantage in fact, immobilized with her feet in the stirrups. I was thinking of her as an adversary by now, you see.

She got in position and I sat down on my examination stool, rolling myself up between her legs. I turned up the paper modesty sheet and adjusted the long-necked lamp so that it illuminated the area clearly. The area… her pussy. Her creamy thighs on each side, and right there, wide open and bare, her shaven pussy.

She was just as beautiful between her legs as anywhere else, but I fell back on procedure to detach myself. I began with a visual inspection of the exterior and tilted the lamp for a better view. I knew from experience that the warmth of the lamp could be arousing, but there was nothing for it, I had to be able to see. Her smooth, pale outer labia framed a dark pink, dripping wet pussy. I could smell my patient’s arousal bursa escort bayan as I drew closer.

“OK, everything looks good here. I am going to insert the speculum now,” I told in my best professional voice.

As I inserted it gently, Jenna moaned. I couldn’t believe this. This was unprecedented, but I continued with the examination.

The instrument slid in easily with no extra lubrication. I had done this hundreds of times, but never had I found it stimulating until now. The way it simply slipped in excited me me; it made me wonder what it would be like to to enter her pussy with my bare fingers. I cleared my throat and adjusted the speculum until her cervix was visible and gathered the necessary sample for the pap smear. Even Jenna could not make this exciting, but when I collapsed the speculum and withdrew it, she moaned again. I had begun to get wet between my own legs. Her moans did not help.

“Now I am going to inspect you from the inside,” I said.

I gritted my teeth to suppress my desire and inserted two gloved fingers. Jenna sighed voluptuously. Her pussy felt wonderful, slippery and hot. I used my two fingers to press up while a hand on her stomach pressed down, catching her organs in between. I honestly didn’t even notice if all was as it should be. All I could think of were Jenna’s vaginal walls as they tensed and relaxed around my fingers. She was still sighing… well, sort of panting now actually.

I debated with myself, my fingers inside her pussy. She wanted it so badly. Would it be wrong if it was consensual? The fact I even considered the idea showed how horny I had become. It must have been that and the fatigue that impaired my judgment and self-control. I withdrew my fingers and pulled off my gloves.

“Jenna, I am going to do an exterior examination,” I lied. I gently parted her lips and touched her slippery folds. I circled her clitoris carefully. Jenna stiffened and responded with a small cry of pleasure.

In my most professional voice I asked, “Have you ever had an orgasm?”

I had no idea how she might respond.

“No, doctor.”

“Well, Jenna, a young woman your age should have experienced one by now. I’ll perform a short procedure now, to observe your response to stimulation. This won’t be painful.”

I reinserted my two fingers, this time without gloves. My other hand resumed its teasing motions, touching all around her clitoris. Jenna was tossing her head and crying out.

“Good,” I encouraged her, “All is normal so far.”

God, I couldn’t help myself. I put my head between her legs and licked her outer lips as my two görükle escort hands kept working on her. My tongue replaced my fingers, circling her clit. With my other hand, I continued gliding my fingers in and out of her hot, tight pussy. She smelled delicious, musky, arousing. She tasted even better, her slick creamy juice hot and indescribable.

Jenna was straining against the stirrups, her young body tightened up around her pleasure. I pulled away to admire her beauty. The paper sheet had slid off and her gown was open. She was rubbing and pinching her nipples, head back. She whimpered “Don’t stop.” Her toes were curled under, she was close.

My fingers were wet and slick with her moisture. I gently placed the pad of my index finger on her anus. I softly probed it, not trying to enter her. With the fleshy part of my finger, I massaged her entrance. As I kept the circular movements going there, I reinserted two fingers from my other hand into her dripping, delicious pussy.

Her hips were thrusting, her body thrashing about. I opened and closed my own legs, wishing I had three hands, one to stimulate myself. I dove between her legs again, continuing my oral attentions. I did not tease now. I focused on her clit, licking it firmly from bottom to top, in a sweeping motion. I repeated this, listening to Jenna’s moans and cries. I sped up, and then started wiggling her clit back and forth with the tip of my tongue.

Her muscles were tightening around my fingers, she was so close. I plunged my fingers in and out energetically, making wet squishing sounds, moved my tongue even faster. Then her pussy clamped down on my fingers and she screamed out her pleasure. Her body convulsed in the stirrups, but I continued moving until she came to rest with a sigh.

I had never before witnessed a screaming orgasm. I removed my fingers from her and brought them to my mouth. Jenna panted, recovering. I retrieved the paper sheet, replaced it over her lap.

“Well, Jenna, your responses were excellent. I’m pleased to say everything is healthy. You may get dressed now.”

I exited the examination room. I was relieved I had let the office staff go home early. I had no witnesses to my crime. I gave Jenna a few minutes to dress, then opened the exam room door. She was sitting demurely on the edge of the exam table by the time I came in. I picked up her chart, circled the code for pap smear and breast exam.

“Bring this up to the reception window and I’ll get you checked out.” Just the normal doctor routine. She signed and stepped out through the front doors, just like that.

When she was gone, I raced to me office and rushed my fingers into my panties, found my clit and rubbed myself to orgasm quickly. What had I been thinking? Screwing her was forbidden and I wanted to do it again and again. After her departure I dreaded her return, but lusted for it too. My will was broken after tasting her once. What was I going to do?

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Am about halfway through this time in my life depending on how much I want to tell, but thought this would be a good time to give some background about our situation and how we dealt with it.

In the early 80s there wasn’t a strong les or bi movement here in the States. And Jeannie and I had gone to a football mad school in a southern state. And being a southern state university it was steeped in tradition that went back generations. And few of those traditions matched what Jeannie and I were doing together.

Our classes were integrated-I mean not just racially, but also by sex, which doesn’t sound earth shattering but it was in a way.

Even though it was a major public university, there had been an arrangement in years past that coeds would take at least some if not most of their classes at a companion “girls” school. The girls would go to the university for classes that school didn’t offer. So while that practice had ended several decades before and girls could fully go to our school, there was still a lingering sense that the administrators would just as soon go back to the “good ol days”. As a matter of fact the girls dorms were at the “girls” college and that was a 20 minute walk. It was great to be Greek and live right next to the main campus!

And Sorority rush was a genteel thing that involved tea or party dresses, conservative heels and even accessories like gloves as well as hats for us girls if an event were held outside. Nylons were a must have accessory regardless of the temperature.

Now, I truly loved how beautiful and sexy the look was-how it made me feel, really-and to this day I will tend to favor the romantic and girly look in my every day appearance.

Anyway, jewelry and makeup likewise were a must have for all of us everyday and had to be understated but showed that your family had resources (code word for money, and preferably old money) and good taste. Ha-not from this girls family but I faked it well!

Tailgating at football games if you were Greek involved silver candlesticks, linen table cloths and redjacketed servers under sycamore, oak and maple trees that were very old. Almost as old as the trees were some of the alumnae we had to make small talk with and their husbands who flirted shamelessly with us in varying degrees of seriousness. That reminds me of one old guy and his wife at a tailgate and game that story is not for now.

If you went on a date your date as often as not would wear a sport coat and tie. A young lady would wear a knee length dress-no shorter.

Jeans and shorts were fine for class and labs or if you were going out for a pizza date or something with your girlfriends. Unless you were a senior, there was a curfew.

Our house mother would actually give us a brief once over to make sure that we were appropriately attired for the evening. We were never allowed to wear shorts and tennis shoes on real dates-had to be a sandal of some kind.

And being gay, les or bi were not in the accepted norms of the state, university, or town except for Mardi Gras when all morals were thrown to the wind and scattered about. Then it was 6 weeks of drinking, drugs, sex and debauchery, sort of like what would happen after we’d won a big game-haha!

Jeannie and I weren’t brought up in that culture. I was there on a partial athletic scholarship with the remainder being made up with several grants otherwise I’d have ended up at Cal St Long Beach or Cal Poly SLO as we weren’t wealthy or anything like that.

It was a different world for me although I reveled in being able to shop for all kinds of new clothes for every kind of social occasion-and while it wasn’t cheap, my parents indulged my lifestyle. Seriously though I enjoyed most all of those traditions and what seem like silly rules but somehow it made my life there memorable.

Jeannie was the daughter of Catholic parents in a small town in southern Illinois where her dad was the president of the local savings and loan. Except for one week when I went to visit her, I really didn’t know that part of her life.

So in short we were a bit on the outside of things but school work, athletics and Greek life were much needed integrators in that cloistered society.

But we faced obstacles

If we were found out, our lives wouldn’t be ruined but we’d be shunned by those we’d come to know and be friends with…so we had to hide from our sorority sisters first, then our house mother, and then last but not least, our male relationships.

So here are some of the ways we’d cope.

The bathrooms

We’d have short make out sessions in one of the bathrooms under the guise of sharing limited bathroom space with a house full of girls. I remember her straddling me on the floor. I pushed her t-shirt up over her breasts and were pinching both nipples while we kissed. Jeannie liked me to be rough with her boobs. They were small, and her nipples were always firm and hard. She liked me to do more than a gentle tug- what she really wanted me to do was apply enough force that I would at times cause a faint bruise I was so rough bursa escort on them. And she also liked me biting them hard when we were making love. She would literally squeal when I bit them just right. I always worried that I’d hurt her but she never seemed to have a limit on how hard I’d pinch or bite them.

It was fun, exciting and a bit dangerous. The downside was that we’d be able to do little more then get each other hot and bothered.

The les bars in town

There were two of them by the way.Jeannie and I would sneak out at separate times, meet up as she had a car and we’d drive to one or the other. Both were fun places. We weren’t regulars at either but we were able to let our hair down and have fun. Pretty much anything was ok as long as you didn’t take your clothes off so it was drinking, pot smoking, kissing, hugging, fondling and finger fucking if either of us were wearing a dress. And it wasn’t just between us as we had developed several playmate type friends whom we might kiss and play with too. A couple of times I had to grip the bar while rocking my hips as one girl in particular seemed to relish taking me to the edge several times before letting me cum. She was a mistress at fingering me and she was a true Mistress as she wanted to dominate me at all times. All I know is that she just seemed to know my vag better than I did and she would play with my pussy almost mercilessly.

One time Jeannie and i got so hot playing in the bar that we couldn’t stand it anymore. We spent the night with each other, with other girls at the bar, dancing drinking showing off kissing fondling. We felt free and were totally and completely in love. It felt good to be in a place where you were understood.

We ran to the restroom, rolled our nylons and panties down to our knees or ankles and finger fucked each other to several orgasms while kissing passionately. Jeannie had shown me just how she liked being finger fucked. She like me to start by rubbing the pubic hair next to her pussy lips. Then she liked to have each lip rubbed separately between my thumb and index finger. Next, my fingers would separate her lips and I would slide one or two fingers vertically up and down before penetrating her her vag with a finger, then two and then three. I would have her juices on my fingers. Her pussy always smelled very fresh. She never had a musky smell.

After that I’d go and start paying attention to her clitty. Jeannie’s would poke out from the folds of her lips. It was like she was saying “here I am, come and get it!” Hitting on her clit after the foreplay was more than enough for Jeannie to orgasm.

Jeannie was mostly very gentle with me but when she was really hot and bothered, she would pound me with her fingers. At times like these, I thought I was being fucked by a guy as she had a way of thrusting her fingers inside me in a rhythm and intensity that reminded me of how cock felt when I was being fucked. Totally different feeling from when she was gentle and soft.

It was a gross bathroom but we had great sex!

Even though we were in a safe place, we were nonetheless afraid of getting caught by someone we knew so we didn’t go but a couple of times.

Hotels.

There were several to choose from, but we only went to spend the night a couple of times. Neither of us had cash to stay frequently plus we’d have to have a cover story for where and why we were both gone at the same time.

That said, Jeannie turned me onto vibrators, dildos and even a Hitachi wand our first time at a hotel. We got pizza one time and even Krystal burgers another and along with a 6 pack of soda and some weed we’d disappear from the world for a short time.

We’d kiss for hours, then play with each other and then turn the toys on. I lost count of how my times Jeannie climaxed when I used one or more of the toys on her. And I remember having to stop her after many orgasms as my clit and ass became sore to the touch after hours of her fingers, mouth, tongue and electronic aids.

And we’d shower with each other and make love with the water running down our bodies. I loved eating out Jeannie’s puss in the shower most of all and she seemed to have some of the most intense orgasms when I’d munch her out naked with the warm water cascading down us.

Getting back to the toys, I loved them all, especially the hitachi-the other products were fun but poorly made so the experience was up and down, but I couldn’t believe I hadn’t used them before. That said, they’ve been a big part of my sex life ever since.

The best part was waking up in Jeannie’s arms, all cuddled up and tangled together. I loved how she smelled in the morning. Loved how her hair smelled and loved how her pussy smelled with the scent of her sex. In spite of the sadness of having to part or how sore either of our pussies might feel, we’d make love one more time before heading back to reality.

The drive in.

There were several in town. They were popular with high schoolers as well as us college kids. Cheap and easy to drag in beer and wine. We never went there as a couple, bursa escort but we went as a foursome with our boyfriends one nite. Forrest drove as Gregg had his pickup which wouldn’t hold the four of us.

Of course we made out with them but one thing I noticed was that even when Jeannie and I were kissing our men, we’d inevitably lock eyes. It was like we were sharing the experience. At some point in time we were massively buzzed, having shared 3 bottles of wine as well as smoking ample amounts of weed.

I was wearing a tube top without a bra underneath a thin shirt. Gregg and I were kissing and fondling each other and he managed to roll my tube top down below my boobs, fully exposing them. I let Gregg twist and pull on them as it really excited me. Jeannie and her boyfriend would look back at us. I didn’t care. As a matter of fact I was getting turned on even more knowing that I was turning them on. Gregg moved down to my breasts. I cradled his head in my hands while looking at them both. I closed my eyes now and leaned my head back as I was enjoying it that much. The entire visual, combined with Greggs ardent attention to my girls caused me to cum. She made me wet my panties!

When I opened my eyes a few moments later, I saw Jeannie’s head buried deep in her boyfriends lap. It was bobbing up and down slowly and steadily. I felt slightly jealous at the sight but at the same time I was turned on at the the sight of watching them too. After watching her do this for several moments, she pulled back and concentrated on the head of his penis. With both hands she gripped the shaft, started stroking it hard and fast while she kept her lips on the head. Forrest, her boyfriend seized up and stiffened noticeably and shortly thereafter I could see him cumming into Jeannie’s mouth. After taking it all in she rose up, looked straight at me while Gregg was drowning my tits in his slobber, opened her mouth a bit and showed me the cum Forrest shot into her mouth. I hadn’t seen cum in another persons mouth in my life. She closed her mouth, swallowed it down and smiled at me.

Wow this was wild.

Gregg unzipped my jeans and was fingering my clit through my panties. Now Forrest and Jeannie were stealing glances at us. Without removing my panties Gregg managed to bring me to a small orgasm. I kind of liked being watched!

My jeans and keds were off now and Gregg was showing me a very good time.He pushed my panties aside and was shoving 2 fingers into me while keeping his thumb on my clit. Now Forrest and Jeannie had given up and pretense of allowing us any privacy and were turned around in the front seat staring at us.

Gregg and I got his shirt, jeans and underwear off. He was now naked. I knew that he wanted to fuck. I wanted to fuck and I think Jeannie and her beau wanted to see us fuck. At the time however I wasn’t on the pill and like a dork, Gregg didn’t have a condom, so there wasn’t going to be any fucking unfortunately. So while we were passionately kissing-and I love kissing by the way, I had been jerking on his cock. Like a lot. Gregg was fingering me to yet another orgasm when his balls got rock hard and I could feel the cum move from his balls to the large vein under his penis and then it just shot out. Must have been 3 inches straight up and his cum landed on his thigh as well as mine.

Wow this was really wild.

After a fashion, we persuaded the boys to go to the snack shack and get us some Pepsi’s. As soon as they left the car, Jeannie jumped into the back seat and onto my lap. We kissed for like 10 minutes. I could faintly taste Forrest’s cum in her mouth which was repulsive but hot at the same time. Then she reached down to my crotch as if to blow me a bit and instead licked a bit of cum off my thigh and then kissed me again. Never ever had I met a girl who was soooooo sexual.

Somehow I think at that point in time I started to really, really fall for Jeannie.

The cemetery.

As Jeannie and I cast about looking for safe places to go and make out or have sex we obviously thought about going to the country club again. Not only was it where we came together as a couple for the first time, it was also a place where we were able to have privacy, even though it was in the open.

Jeannie dissuaded me from that right away. We were lucky, she told me. Normally that course played pretty heavy in the spring and besides that there were groundskeepers as well as marshals roaming the course. We were very lucky not to get caught she repeated.

She had an idea, but wouldn’t tell me….so one nite she told me to dress casually, bring a blanket or 2 and she would meet me with her car at our rendezvous point.

So I did. Wore a simple tank with a cotton blouse that I left unbuttoned but tied it at the waist, then jeans and tennies. As soon as I got into Jeannie’s car I ditched the blouse. To excite Jeannie a bit I wore a matching pink bra and panties. No stitching or embroidery just sheer thin see through fabric.

So she picked me up and driving out of town, she still wouldn’t tell me where we were bursa eskort going.

She brought several bottles of wine. I uncorked the first one and as we were driving, we were passing it back and forth. I wasn’t paying attention until the road ended at the top of a small hill. It was barely light out and all I could see was white sticks. Then it dawned on me where we were. While we weren’t in the middle of it as such, we were at the confederate war memorial that overlooked the cemetery.

It was creepy and I didn’t think it was a safe place for us, but we were kind of desperate to be together so I went along with it.

After our finishing our first bottle, then the second bottle of Annie Green Springs and some conversation, we started necking with each other. Light, relaxed, easy, casual and free in a way we couldn’t be when we were out in public.

We stopped, left the car with our blankets and wine and found a grassy area to sit. The sun was now setting and we’d hoped for relief from a hot and very humid day for that time of the year.

It was hot, a bit humid and without enough breeze to offset the stickiness I felt. Jeannie had taken my shirt and tank top off earlier in the car, leaving me in my bra, shorts and tennies. Jeannie was naked except for her panties. Freshly unfettered by the confines of her car, we lay on our sides kissing gently. I started by kissing her face-I loved Jeannie’s freckles and I kissed each and every one of them. I kissed and nibbled on her lips, then ran my mouth down to her neck, biting her neck hard enough to get a reaction but holding back from giving her a hickey. I also gave her boobs a lot of attention as she loved for me to bite them-harder then I’d have liked on me but I liked pleasing her. I wriggled out of my shorts, popped up and showed her my matching set. The look she gave me was enough for me to know that she liked my taste in lingerie.

She pulled me down and nuzzled my pussy through my panties. Her tongue was both persistent and probing. It wasn’t long before they were wet from her mouth as well as pussy and she’d managed to push them past my lips into my vag. Then she pushed what seemed to be half her face into my puss and with her teeth pulled the wet nylon fabric out. She even sucked on them briefly. That was enough for my first orgasm. I noticed ther her panties were still on so I yanked them down and threw them in the general direction of her car. We both thought that was funny.

She had a bottle of baby oil. She rolled me onto my tummy, pulled my panties down to my ankles where I kicked them off and gave me a back rub after she dribbled some oil on my back. I recall her getting some on my hair and she put it in a bun so that she could rub me some more.

Her hands worked me over good. It felt nice as she went from my shoulders down my back. When she got to my booty, she stopped and poured a bit more on. I’ve got a nice round butt even to this day and she enjoyed it every bit as much as my beaus.

She parted my cheeks and let some ran down my crack. I really enjoyed this. My butt isn’t just round it’s also very very sensitive. She rubbed a bit and stopped. I squirmed a bit as I hated having her stop.

Then I felt her tongue. She started at the top of my butt, parted the cheeks and started tonguing me. She started at the top and slowly and agonizingly worked her way down until she came to my asshole itself.

This was a completely and totally new experience for me and one that had me on a slow burn. I’d had anal sex before but this was different. Jeannie was patiently and steadily exciting me in a way that I’d never before experienced.

She turned the heat up a bit more by shoving 2 of her fingers into my pussy while she ate my ass out. I came. She kept probing and kissing and oh fuck, she kept sticking that awesome amazing tongue into my asshole. I squirmed and arched my back and squealed and came again.

Jeannie was relentless. She was now kissing m cheeks and now had a finger up my asshole while she fingered my pussy with her other hand. Fuck it felt like she had 10 hands all over me! I was face down onto the banket on my knees with my butt in the air. She was sensitive yet firm and I felt love and lust all at the same time. Somehow I had 2 more orgasms with her magic hands, mouth and tongue.

I collapsed in a heap, slick with baby oil and sweat. It had to have been very gross, but Jeannie turned me over and as I lay flat on my back, spent and helpless. started gently kissing my hair and face, rubbing our bodies together. It was beautiful and romantic. I felt nothing but love for Jeannie. Our sex was amazing and I wanted to never stop.

While I was done myself, I couldn’t ignore her needs. I pinched and twisted her nipples and slid myself lower underneath her until I was underneath her cunny. She got the idea, pulled her knees up and was soon sitting upright on my face with my tongue buried deep inside her. Her pussy tasted sweet to me as she gently rocked in time to our love making. Her lips were thick and inflamed. Her clit was hard as I grasped it in my teeth and rolled it around with my tongue. I reached up and gave her nipples some attention and soon Jeannie came a bit, then came larger. She moaned my name over and over telling me how much she loved me. And I so loved her too!

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This is the forth chapter in the Charlie series. All characters, events, places, and anything else you can think of are figments of my imagination that I put down on paper (metaphorically) for your viewing pleasure.

Also, as a side note, no sex this chapter so if that’s what you’re looking for, sorry!

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I woke up briefly. It was like trying to walk through a dense fog. I was fighting for consciousness. I heard sirens and voices. My mind was fuzzy. I couldn’t comprehend any of the words that were being spoken. There was a copper taste in my mouth. The only thing I knew was that I was still in my car. I tried to move but there was too much pain. My head started to spin and everything faded to blackness again.

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I was still fighting for consciousness. I was afraid of what could happen if I stopped fighting. There were too many what ifs and people I still loved in my life to just give up. Everything was still fuzzy. I was laying flat now. I tried to open my eyes but it was bright I assumed I was in a hospital. I tried to move but there was a shock of pain that seemed to course through my entire body so I concentrated on what the people around me were saying. I was fading in and out but I caught a few pieces of information.

“She’s waking up, let’s get some pain meds in her. We have lacerations on her head and upper body, suspected broken left leg and ribs. Get the portable x-ray; she’s too unstable for transport.”

I faded out to blackness again.

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When I awoke next, it was still like trying to fight through a dense fog but it seemed more manageable than before. I gave my body some time to reboot before I tried testing out my senses again.

I was scared. I didn’t know where I was or exactly what had happened. I could feel the bed underneath me and the tubes that I assumed were giving me medicine and nutrients. I knew I was hurt, but I couldn’t tell how badly.

When I listened, I heard a steady beeping that had to be a heart monitor. I also heard a steady breathing close by and footsteps that sounded farther away. I took into stock that my hearing was working, I didn’t want to chance too much movement yet due to the pain I had experienced the last time I tried so I tried to open my eyes. I groaned at the bright light and instinctively shut my eyes. A second later I heard some shuffling and the lights in the room were turned off.

I felt a presence in the room approach my bedside and as soon as I heard the whisper, I knew who it was.

“Please, please wake up this time” I heard Casey whisper.

That was all the encouragement I needed. I knew I had to fight. To make the pain that I heard in Casey’s voice go away. I had to fight. For her.

I opened my eyes, slower this time to let them adjust which wasn’t nearly as bad since Casey had turned the lights off. I opened my eyes just enough to see. I still feeling the effects of what I assumed was a pain killer, making it hard to open them the rest of the way. I turned my heard towards the side of my bed that I heard Casey at. Her head was buried in her arms on the side of my bed.

Painfully I picked my right arm up and gently stroked my hair. She immediately raised her head as she covered her mouth with one hand and squeezed her eyes shut trying to fight back tears.

“Hey” I barely whispered to her. My mouth and lips were dry.

She didn’t say a word, she just reached out and ran the back of her hand down the side of my face. Her concern for me was evident as she pushed the nurse’s button. Her eyes never left mine. I found comfort in the deep blue richness of her eyes like I had many times. Suddenly I knew I would be okay because I would never stop fighting.

I wanted to talk to Casey but the nurse promptly arrived.

“Hi, I’m Nancy, I was wondering when you were going to wake up, we stopped the medicine for your medically induced coma this morning. Do you know where you are and I guess I should start with who you are, you had a pretty good head injury.” Said the older nurse as she put a straw in some water and let me sip on it.

“Um well I know I’m Charlie, as to where I am I assume at a hospital, and judging by the amount of flowers in this room probably Mercy General” (the same hospital that I worked at)

“Well you have good deductive skills” the nurse said as she checked the monitors that the steady being was coming from. “Do you remember what happened, how you got here?”

I kept looking at Casey, she was like a drug to me, I couldn’t stop looking.

I didn’t want the nurse to know what had transpired between Casey and I since I didn’t know Casey’s reaction yet.

“The last thing I remember is leaving from work” I said.

“Well you were in a pretty bad car accident. Somebody was texting and driving and ran the light at the intersection you were crossing. The driver’s side of your car, basically right where you were sitting took the hardest hit. You have lots of bruises, a broken leg along with a few of bursa otele gelen escort the bones in your foot, a few cracked ribs, and a total of 76 stitches in various places.”

I was shocked, my mouth kept opening and closing but nothing was coming out. I knew the only reason I had survived was because of Casey. I looked at her again. I could tell that she had already known what had happened but it was still painful to hear again. There were tears silently running down her cheek.

“The accident was a week ago, you’ve been in a coma and your friend here” the nurse said indication Casey, “hasn’t left yet.”

Now it was my turn to choke back a sob which despite the pain it caused in my ribs was more of a response to knowing that Casey hadn’t left after I gave her the letter. A knowing look passed between myself and the nurse and she promptly said that I was looking better and while recovery would take a while, I would most likely have no long term problems and left the room.

When the nurse left there was silence between Casey and I. I still wasn’t sure of Casey’s decision. I couldn’t meet her eyes. Casey pulled a chair to the side of my bed and pulled out a folded up piece of paper that I immediately recognized. My eyes were fixed on the paper; I still couldn’t look at her. The only sound in the room was the constant beeping coming from the heart monitor.

Finally Casey took a deep breath and let out a sigh. “I got your note” she said and left the sentence hang.

I finally looked her in the eye. She was smirking at me! Out of all of the reactions I had anticipated, a smirk was not one of them but it cooled off my nerves. She then lowered her eyes and stared at the note.

“I can see that.” I responded.

“And I uh” Casey continued, “thought I had my mind made up….but then the accident happened”

I thought my heart was going to drop through my chest and hit the floor. Casey looked like she didn’t know how to say what she was thinking. I reached out to brush her hair from her eyes and tuck it behind her ear. My hand then cupped her cheek and tilted her face up.

“Casey I need your answer this is killing me” I said.

She put her hand over mine that was still resting on her cheek and uttered one syllable that made me think that I really had died and gone to heaven.

“Yes”

I was silent, not wanting to break the spell that had been created by that one word. I was at peace. The Girl I had been in love with for close to seven years had finally moved me out of the friend zone.

“But” she continued, “I can’t promise it’ll be easy. This week gave me a lot of time to think. Before I got the call that you had been in an accident I thought there was no way I could go through with this. This accident was a blessing in disguise. What the nurse didn’t tell you earlier was that at one point you were actually dead for almost a minute and a half. When I heard that, it felt like my heart split in two. At first I thought it was just because you were my best friend. Then I realized that there was no way I could have continued with a regular life without you. I would have been heartbroken. I feel a deeper connection with you than I ever have with anyone.”

By now I had silent tears streaking down my face. Happy that Casey realized what there was between us, but sad it took me dying for her to figure it out and ecstatic that she was telling me how she felt. I let her continue without speaking.

“I want to be with you, but I don’t know how” she finished uncertainly.

“We will just be us” I said. I know it sounded cheesy but it was true. The only thing that would change would be that now I didn’t have to restrain from doing all of the things I wanted to do with Casey. I scooted to one side of my bed and patted the other side, indicating that Casey should lie down with me.

“I don’t want to hurt you” she stated as she looked tentatively over the cast and bandages that covered my body.

“What is painful is not being able to hold the love of my life like I want to for the past seven years” I said.

Casey understood and while she seemed taken slightly aback by my confession, she gently took the spot next to me on the bed. I was exhausted and it felt as though I was getting another dose of pain meds. I quickly drifted off to sleep with my arm draped over Casey’s shoulder and her head resting on my shoulder after I gave her a kiss on top of her head and I felt her smile against me.

—

I awoke the next morning to find Casey gone. When the nurse came to check on me she noted my foul mood. She told me that Casey went home to gather some of my clothes so I wouldn’t have to walk around in the hospital gown.

Casey walked in half an hour later with a couple pairs of baggy sweats and t-shirts that were a few sizes too big. I didn’t notice what she was carrying though, I only noticed Casey. She was absolutely perfect and I knew the faster I recovered, the faster I could escort bayan be alone with her. I also knew that there was much more to be said between us and I was tired of all of the medical personnel interrupting us. Also I was not used to being trapped in a bed all day long and was starting to go stir crazy.

I finally convinced one of the nurses to let Casey take me in a wheel chair to the green space that the hospital had. She rolled me through the halls of the hospital until I could finally see the outside world. When we exited the building, I took in a deep breath and while it hurt my ribs, the air felt better in my lungs than the stale air of the hospital. We found a spot with a bench so Casey could sit as well.

We sat in comfortable silence for a long time just enjoying the gentle breeze and the sound of the birds chirping. Although I knew Casey wanted to be with me, there was still a ton of aspects that we were going to have to talk through before we set anything in stone.

“When are you supposed to start work?” I started the conversation.

“Well it was supposed to be tomorrow, but they said it would be okay if I delayed until you were released and settled back at your house.”

“That is something else I wanted to talk about.” I paused, nervous for the possible rejection. “Would you want to just keep living with me? I mean all your stuff is already there and it would be silly for me to have the entire house to myself because there is so much space and I can’t fill the space, it’s too much for just me and this way you won’t have to go through the hassle of finding a new place and moving all of your things and”

“I would love to stay” Casey finally interrupted as she grabbed my hand and brought it to her lips. Gently brushing the back of my hand with those perfectly proportioned lips, she looked into my eyes. Her eyes turned a shade darker as a fire was lit in the pit of my stomach. I half groaned, half moaned at the simultaneous action and thought that it would still be a few long days before I would be able to go home and finally be with Casey.

—

Those last few days in the hospital were spent getting poked and prodded and the only happy moments I had were when Casey would sneak me down to our space in the hospital garden or when she would sometimes stay the night in my cramped hospital bed. Finally after I demonstrated that I was able to get around by myself and all of my tests indicated that the only thing left to heal were the broken bones and cuts. There would be no long lasting effects.

Casey and I were packing up my things and all of the stuff that had been sent by friends and family when I heard a soft knock at the door.

“Hey Charlie” Lindsey said quietly. “I saw you were on the discharge board and thought I’d finally come to see you.”

The entire time I had been in the hospital Lindsey had never once crossed my mind.

“I kept track of your progress on your charts. I was one of the nurses on call the night of your accident but I had to leave when they were trying to shock your heart back in to rhythm. I thought you died… and I had to come see you in person just to make sure you were actually okay.”

I was stunned at Lindsey’s confession. I guess even though she had been the one to break up with me, she was taking it harder than I had since I already had Casey. I looked over at Casey and she had the typical look on her face that a current girlfriend gives an ex.

“Yeah” I said, “still alive and kicking…sort of” Indicating my broken leg. “Hey thanks for coming and keeping an eye on me, I trust that you would have set them straight if you saw something they were doing wrong” I said with a smile.

And with a quick nod and a smile Lindsey left. I looked over to Casey and noticed she was staring through the door where Lindsey had just shut the door.

“Hey come here” I said gently to Casey. I was still in my wheelchair so she stood in front of me. I grabbed both of her hands in mine and my thumbs began to absentmindedly stroke the back of her hands. I stood up on my good leg, released both of her hands and put them around her waist. She automatically put her hands around my neck which sent a shiver down my spine.

I laid my head on her shoulder and asked “What’s wrong Casey?”

She was quiet for a moment, “It just been a stressful past few weeks and frustrating”

“How so”

“Well when we first talked about being together, the first thing I wanted to do was kiss you but this week you have barely touched me.” My heart swelled with need.

“I am so sorry” I said picking my head up off her shoulder and looking into her mesmerizing eyes, “I thought that since you were new to this lifestyle that you wouldn’t want people to think we were a couple until you were more comfortable with it.”

“Charlie you know me. I don’t half ass things, what I do I do with one hundred percent…what happened to ‘just being us’?” she quoted me from earlier in the week.

And mudanya escort I didn’t hear the rest of what she was going to say because I put one of my fingers to her lips to silence her. My eyes focused on her lips then back to her eyes where I saw she was now staring at my lips as I subconsciously licked them. I slid my hand down to her chin and brought her lips closer to mine. I could now feel her breath dancing across my face as I closed the last few inches.

I barely brushed my lips against hers as my hand that was on her chin slid around to the back of her neck. I pulled back slightly, still trying to judge her reaction.

“Just kiss me already” Casey demanded.

I was never one to ignore my girl’s needs so I once again closed the distance between us as my hand on the back of her neck threaded through her hair and the arm that was still around her waist pulled her closer so that our bodies were pressed up against each other. My lips slid against hers as I took the lead. I gently sucked her bottom lip between mine and ran my tongue across it. I pulled back slightly and then pressed out lips together again begging for entry to her mouth with my tongue dancing across her lips.

I didn’t have to wait long as she let out the cutest little moan and the tip of my tongue made contact with hers for the first time. Her taste was intoxicating and I couldn’t get enough. I had been waiting seven years for this; you better believe that I was going to savor it.

Our tongues battled back and forth as they slid across one another. Both of our breathing sped up as I untucked th back of her shirt so I could touch her skin. Her breath hitched as my fingers danced just above her pant line.

I began kissing across Casey’s jaw line so that my mouth was next to her ear. Her breathing was fast and hitched in her throat as I sucked her ear lobe into my mouth, letting my tongue dance across it as it slid out of my mouth.

“Better?” I whispered in her ear, letting my lips brush against her skin.

Her breathing was ragged as she answered, “For the moment….wow, that was”

“Electric?” I interrupted.

“Yeah” she said. We both stood there just holding each other as we let out breathing return to normal.

“Let’s go home” I said as I hugged her tighter and gave her a quick kiss.

“I like the way that sounds” Casey replied.

I signed the last of the papers at the desk on our way out of the hospital as we made our way home. With the broken ribs and leg, it took a few minutes to get into the car but as long as I didn’t make any sudden movements it didn’t hurt that bad due to the pain killers I was still on.

Our ride home was a comfortable silence and gave me some time to just watch Casey and how she moves. Everything she did was graceful. From the way she tucked her hair behind her ear to the smooth way she turned the steering wheel, I couldn’t look away. She caught me looking numerous times and I just smiled back, finally being able to fully look at and appreciate the girl I loved was not something I was going to be ashamed of.

By the time we finally arrived home and I settled on the couch it was late afternoon.

“You hungry?” Casey called from the kitchen. “There’s not much here besides frozen pizza.”

“Pizza sounds great to me, and if only I wasn’t on pain meds, god a beer sounds so good!”

Casey laughed as put the pizza in the oven and came to sit with me on the couch. By then I had my broken leg propped up on the coffee table that we kept in front of the couch and my head had fallen back and was resting against the cushions of the couch. Casey walked over to the couch with more pain pills and a glass of water.

“Sorry, no alcohol yet” she smiled as she handed me the glass of water after I threw back the pills.

I set the glass of water on the coffee table as Casey grabbed the remote and snuggled into my side. In that moment, I had never wanted to make love to a girl more but between the exhaustion from leaving the hospital, the pain meds, and the extra energy my body needed to heal I just had to settle for being close to Casey.

I heard a faint dinging and smelled pizza and realized that Casey was no longer beside me. I must have dozed off. Casey came back to the living room a few minutes later with two plates of pizza.

“Here eat up, doctors said you needed to keep food in your stomach while on the pain meds.”

After eating noting besides hospital food for the past week she didn’t need to tell me twice. Even though it was a cheap frozen pizza, it was possibly the best pizza I have ever eaten. Casey kept laughing at the noises of pleasure I was making while eating partially because it tasted so good and partially because I was slightly loopy from the meds. Together we finished almost the entire pizza.

“Mmm, I’m stuffed” I said as I lay back on the sofa, closed my eyes and stretched my arms above my head until I flinched in pain. “Ouch” I rubbed my ribs.

Casey was just watching my hand rub my ribs when she started to move towards me and lay down next to me so that she was propped up on one elbow. He hand took over gently massaging where I had been. My breath hitched as my eyes closed at her touch. I felt her breath on my face and knew that she had moved closed.

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***All sexually active characters are of age, 18 years old at least, and all activities are consensual. Enjoy!***

At the apartment of Cassie Palmer, 24, in the small living room on a fold-out bed, Nellie Naismith, 19, is attending to his boyfriend, Francis Beattie, 21, squatting down on Francis’ cock, taking the considerable size inside his arse, accepting every inch with every bounce. Nellie looks down on Francis’ face, exclaiming, “Oh, you fill me up so good, bitch, mmm…”

Francis notes the pre-cum dribbling out from Nellie’s foreskin, “It’s good you are enjoying yourself, but look at you drooling from that cock of yours, bitch.” Nellie glances a smirk down at the sarcastic boyfriend, and Francis grips the flailing cock, frantically jerking.

Nellie drops onto his knees, feeling the shuddering from his thighs make him uneasy on his feet as Francis nurses his stiffening cock, and, as it grows, his arsehole squeezes tighter and tighter. Nellie rolls his hips, pumping back onto Francis’ cock, and pumping his cock forth into Francis’ hand, jiggling his belly and his breasts in the fullness of his vigour.

Francis’ breath catches, feeling his scrotum tighten, sucking air through his teeth as he builds, and builds, and builds, and bursts a streaming torrent up into the anal cavity of his appreciative boyfriend.

Nellie slips forward, and pushes his cock into Francis’ gasping mouth, sliding it in and out to moans of satisfaction, letting him know that Francis is enjoying the taste and texture of him filling his mouth. It isn’t long though, from the fullness of their play, until Nellie unleashes his cum to cascade down into Francis’ throat in thick rivers, gulped down, and sucking out every last drop from Nellie before he pulls out, collapsing next to Francis as they hold hands and stare up at the ceiling.

Moments pass in a blur as the nude boys lay side-by-side, until Nellie says, “God, I’m still so fucking horny,” both bursting into a fit of laughter.

Francis lets his boyfriend know, “I don’t feel finished yet either,” both holding their heads forward, chins tucked to chests, peering down at their flaccid, twitching penises.

Nellie admits, “I couldn’t possibly go again. I’m not that fit.”

Francis suggests, “I could take my turn to do the work.”

Nellie smiles, but considers, “Well, yeah, but we’ve been at it for 3 hours. We’ve taken turns. Just can’t shift this.”

Francis has an idea, “I tell you what: we can both relax for a while, and watch some cams? Tanner should be on by now.”

Nellie responds, saying, “Yeah,” sounded disappointed with himself as he continues, “It’s just we said we would do it all day, and I’m just not physically up to it, you know?”

Francis holds Nellie’s cheek, hovering in his eyeline as he comforts him, “I really don’t mind. I understand, and I love you anyway. I can see your heart is still in it, and your body will be again when you’re ready. I’m in no hurry, sweetheart. For you, I have all the time in the world,” leaning down to plant a kiss on his boyfriend’s lips.

Nellie grabs hold of Francis’ head, and pulls him into an even deeper kiss, feeling as if they are melting into a single puddle of sweaty pleasure, bubbling and churning, stewing a steamy sexual treat.

Cassie stumbles into the room, eyes searching, barely interested in the intimacy, tiredly asking, “You guys seen my charger?”

Francis arches his back up to follow Cassie around the room, sitting up beside Nellie as he honestly replies, “I haven’t Sex Hikayeleri seen it, babes.”

Cassie finds the pair of chargers connected to Francis’ and Nellie’s phones plugged into the socket beside the sofa-bed, and Francis asks, “Would you be a star, and pass our phones, babes?,” which Cassie does whilst he is there, and Francis offers to his friend, “Take my charger, if you need to.”

Cassie tells his friend in return, “I might have to, but it has to be around somewhere,” and turns his attention to the TV corner unit at the other side of the room, looking to the rear of it to the sockets on the wall tucked behind, spotting the plug with the trailing charger lead dangling. He unplugs it, saying, “Huh, there it is,” remembering, “Oh, right, yeah,” striding out of the room.

In the time since being handed his phone, Nellie has unlocked it, opened his web browser, searched for Cummings’ Cams, and is now loading Tanner’s stream, casting it to the TV in the corner, turning it on from standby with the quite loud audio bursting from the speaker bar.

Amongst the clean white furnishings softly illuminated by florescent pink light, Tanner Harmon, 18, sits upright, stretching his hands to be clasped between his strong thighs, appearing vulnerable even with his sculpted physique. From behind Tanner comes another male performer, sporting a much larger but more-than-capable physique. Tanner leans forward, gliding his hands from between his thighs with flat palms over the pristine sheets, resting his ear to the cool fabric. His arse is presented to the other performer, inviting him to slide up behind, drooling a long trickle of spittle, rubbing the wetness between the head of his massive member and the twitching sphincter of Tanner’s arsehole, inching it in.

Tanner purrs softly, for an extended duration, feeling the vibration in his throat resonate with the fullness of his rear, feeling the pressure shifting in sympathy with the hydraulic pumping. A thick, burly hand scoops around Tanner’s neck, massaging the hot blood in the arteries as the massive man looms over the tall teen’s back.

Utterly relaxed, Tanner is soothed all over by the hormones rippling to his extremities and beyond, feeling fuller and larger than himself, as if his body is two-sizes too small to contain his consciousness, ebbing into ecstatic contentedness. The crushing contractions of his rectum tease out the thick milk spilling along the anal cavity.

Tanner lays cutely on his belly, kicking up his legs over his back and pointing his feet, as his co-performer pulls out, going to wipe himself off with a wet wipe, treating the teen to a wipe of his arse with a fresh wipe of his own. Clinically clean, and contented, Tanner casts a smile for his co-performer, caught with a sultry stare.

In another studio, Mia Milosevic, 18, is on cam with HigginsXL, much to Mia’s delight as she has been watching him on cam regularly, although she has kept that information to herself, feeling lucky and privileged to share this time with him, sparing no blushes.

HigginsXL is a male in his late twenties, with a huge, muscular physique, and a long, thick, veiny cock that Mia is excited to play with, but unsure of how it will fit anywhere. The hulking bodybuilder is shaved all over, and oiled up at the request of a tipper, who is also asking that Mia be oiled up too, respectfully paying for her to strip naked in addition.

Mia’s first time on camera like this has her heart racing already, eager to please everyone, but paralysed Erotik Hikayeler by her anxiety, making everything feel as if it’s a dream. As she sits up on her knees atop the bed, HigginsXL comes up behind her, lifting up her blouse that she borrowed from her best friend, Daisy, massaging her breasts in her bra before pulling the polyester over her head and up her arms. HigginsXL helps the teen with her skirt, also borrowed from her friend, teasing it down her legs as she lifts each one in turn until it can be slid off her feet.

The young teen feels very self-conscious about her big belly being on show, cradling it in her hands, almost trying to hide it, all whilst HigginsXL peels off her bra and knickers, baring all to the perverted world. Her breasts hang softly over her belly, with her nipples tight and erect. Her pussy is hidden by the hairiness of her bush, which she was nervous about showing, but was assured by her best friend that is a very pleasing feature.

HigginsXL grabs a bottle of baby oil, holding it around the full-figured girl from behind her as he upturns it, dripping the warming liquid down the teen’s breasts, and over her belly. He then pours the oil into his palm, placing the bottle down to rub his palms together, greasing them up to massage the teen’s breasts from beneath, over the nipples, and all around the heaving masses. He gives attention to the fullness of the teen’s voluptuous belly, massaging down to her hips, and her thighs before greasing up her already wet pussy.

Mia notices on the screen in front of her that a tipper has requested anal, making her blood run cold having reservations about how hygienic it is, worried that it would be unpleasant for everyone, and cause for her ridicule. Despite these reservations, she finds herself unable to voice them, feeling HigginsXL’s hand press to her back, prompting her to drop down onto her elbows. She feels the oiled fingers gliding around her arsehole, then feeling something thick slipping slowly inside it. The sensation isn’t entirely unpleasant, but just feels unbearably tight, like her body is telling her to push it out.

HigginsXL just tells the teen, “Relax, Mia. Let me do all the work.”

In truth, Mia doesn’t know how to relax in this moment. She feels the humungous chunk of meat pull up and down the inside of her arse, stretching it, and stretching it, and she just feels so tense. She tries to breathe as deeply as she can without her chest feeling too tight, and she feels the fullness of her arse and the slapping of the scrotum against her clit and pussy turning her on more and more, breathing, “Yes… Oh, yes… Fuck, oh, yes… Oh, fuck, it feels so good. Yes, yes, yeah, yeah, yeah, ah, ah-hah, ah… nghh, ah, mmm, ah!”

HigginsXL pulls out of Mia, diving to reach for a pillow, turning over the teen, and lifting her up to slide the pillow under her lower back, resting her down on it as he holds her legs up over his shoulders, and pushes his huge meat back inside the young teen.

Settling into her new position, Mia’s breaths quickly return to being laboured, her heart beating furiously, and her pussy aching for attention, so she reaches with a hand to stroke her lips, rubbing her clit vigorously. Her belly and breasts roll and wave wildly with the force of HigginsXL’s thumping of her arse, and the teen soon builds up an intense orgasm, showering the man in a cascade of her juices, squeezing his meat tighter as her sphincter clenches, and he pulls out, spraying cum all over Tecavüz Hikayeleri her big belly, hanging from it in thick globs.

The camming couple enter, ‘away mode,’ and HigginsXL goes to grab some wet wipes for himself and Mia, asking her, “Enjoy that?”

Mia cutely giggles, shyly stroking her hair as she lies there, “Um, yeah, I did,” unable to look at the hunking man as she hastens to wipe her arse first, eager to see if she has soiled herself, or worse, him. The wipe comes clean, and she breathes a deep sigh of relief, asking, “How did you wind up doing this?”

HigginsXL replies, “I’m a good friend of Pleasant. We go back years. I’ve always been there to lend a hand whenever she needs something doing; no questions asked. We trust each other a lot.”

Mia reacts with a mix of shock and wonder, “Wow… I… couldn’t begin to know how that feels. I… I… um…”

HigginsXL wisely states, “Friendship doesn’t wane over time, mistakes can be forgiven, and crossed words can be unpicked. I would do anything for my friends. Could you say the same about yours?”

Mia scrunches her face as she thinks, answering, “I guess I’m not there yet…”

Higgins tells the teen, “In time, you will know who you can rely on. Some people will fall away for whatever reason; your fault, their fault, nobody’s fault. The one’s who will give you their time, even if years pass between you, those bonds are unbreakable. I regret nothing with my friends. I will go to the ends of the Earth with them. You will have that someday with someone, I’m sure.”

Mia asks, “How can you be so sure?”

HigginsXL sighs, and simply says, “You just will.”

Mia thinks on that, “Huh,” getting dressed and ready to return to camming.

Daisy May, 24, sits in the living room of her apartment, visited by Cassie, whom she sits with to catch up with him, “How’s everything at home?”

Cassie informs his girlfriend, “I left the boys to get it on with each other, and Tanner is camming at Pleasant’s studio.”

Daisy adds, “So is Mia; first day for her,” fixing her attention firmly to her boyfriend to probe, “Not what I asked.”

Deciphering Daisy’s true meaning to her previous enquiry, Cassie bashfully answers, “I haven’t been in touch. Everything is so much more comfortable with the guys, with you, with Mia. Being at Cross Town has had it’s challenges too, so why would I go back to somewhere so toxic, hmm?”

Daisy calmly replies, “Cassie, love, I know how difficult it has been growing up with them all. Remember, I was there to see most of it. Just… I don’t want you to have any regrets, losing your family. You can call me your partner, and Mia your sister, and the guys your brothers all you want, but we won’t be your mother, and we won’t be your father, and you have a brother, who is a jerk, yes, but he’s your brother.”

Cassie can barely look at Daisy, turning his head away, choking back tears as he says, “You know I’ve tried, so much and so hard, to make them accept me for who I am. They are unbearably old-fashioned. They don’t understand what it’s like being me, because they are too busy being, ‘normal,’ whatever that means to them. They don’t want me in their lives. I’m done trying.”

Daisy disagrees, “That’s not true. They raised you all those years, including you in every activity, every meal, every day-out, every holiday, and kept you until you were 19, by which time many of our school-friends had been kicked out by their families. They struggle to show it, but they love you, Cassie. Please, try again, for me? Just once more, please?”

Cassie breaks down into tears, and Daisy cups his cheek in her hand, turning him to cradle his head in her chest, as he sobs, “Come with me?”

Daisy strokes Cassie’s hair, softly whispering in his ear, “I will, anywhere.”

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*Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

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Ashley St. Martin sighed as she entered the main hall of Kimble Academy, the high school in Kimble Louisiana. It was unfair, unthinkable, really, that she had to attend summer school. If Mr. Cousins had just given her credit for knowing the function of the fallopian tubes, she would have passed his damned Biology class. So what if she’d misspelled fallopian tube? She knew what the fallopian tube was.

“Mm hmm, and the bile duct performs what function?” Mr. Cousins had asked, gray eyes unreadable.

“Like, I’m ever going use any of this shit?” Ashley had exploded in rage.

And Algebra. No one uses algebra. Who cared what 2Y over 4X was? And factoring? What the fuck was factoring? Name one place in her life she would ever need to factor anything?

At least she didn’t have to wear the stupid uniform for summer school. Ashley smiled at Douglas as she passed him in the hall. She knew the muscle bound idiot had a major crush on her. And her halter top and Daisy Duke Shorts had Douglas’s attention as she leisurely made her way from her locker to Mr. Cousin’s room.

Ashley bent and posed and flexed as she put her notebook and textbook onto her desk. She gave Mr. Cousins a sweet, innocent smile as she took her seat. Mr. Cousins gave Ashley a bland look as the six other students entered the room and took their seats.

Doug entered the room and sat next to Ashley. With an annoyed expression, the blonde beauty waved Doug away, much like one would wave a pesky fly away.

Focusing her attention onto Mr. Cousins again, Ashley smiled and crossed her sleek, tanned legs slowly. Then she leaned forward, letting her loose halter top flutter open, giving Mr. Cousins a teasing glimpse of her 30C breast with pale pink nipples. And again, Mr. Cousins gave Ashley a bland look as he began the class.

From Mr. Cousins’ room, Ashley strolled to Mrs. Neidemeyer’s classroom. The door was open so Ashley walked into the room.

“No, no, don’t. I, I’ll have the money by the third,” Mrs. Neidemeyer hissed into her cell phone.

Because whatever conversation Beth Neidemeyer was having did not concern Ashley St. Martin, Ashley tuned the woman’s conversation out. She looked through the few notes she’d actually taken in the Algebra class during the regular school year, but still couldn’t understand anything she was seeing.

“Oh!” Mrs. Neidemeyer gasped, realizing she was not alone in the classroom.

“I, please, I, I’ll call you back,” Mrs. Neidemeyer said and terminated her call.

“Hello Ashley,” Mrs. Neidemeyer pasted a smile on her face. “Ready for class?”

“Uh huh,” Ashley shrugged.

Nine more students joined them. Ashley was too self-absorbed to notice that she was the only eighteen year old in the classroom. Most of the other students were fifteen and sixteen years old.

Just as she had done during the regular school year, Ashley lost interest in the material and just day-dreamed while Mrs. Neidemeyer droned on and on about equations, integers, blah-blah-blah.

After her Algebra class, Ashley retrieved her purse from her locker and fished her cell phone out. She smiled, reading a message from Shelly Cronaur.

‘OMW,’ Ashley texted and scurried to her Silver X5 Hybrid.

In Shelly’s room, Ashley watched with nervous anticipation as Shelly loaded her bong with some homegrown marijuana. Shelly moved slowly on purpose, enjoying Ashley’s discomfort. Finally, Shelly dropped a few drops of the potent cannabis oil onto the bowl of weed. Shelly’s older brother had sent her the oil from Benhurst, Colorado. Ashley wanted to scream for Shelly to hurry up.

“So? How’s summer school?” Shelly mocked after lighting the weed.

“Oh God, I mean, Jesus! Why don’t they just go ahead and give me the fucking grade?” Ashley whined, taking the offered bong from Shelly’s hand. “I mean, come on. It’s not like they think I’m ever going learn any of this shit, is it?”

“Uh huh,” Shelly said and took a mammoth hit from the bong.

After the second bowl, Shelly unzipped her shorts. Ashley pretended not to notice. Shelly nudged Ashley, hard as she pulled her tee shirt up and off.

“Uh? Time you pay for it,” Shelly ordered.

With a sigh, Ashley leaned over and softly kissed Shelly’s pouting lips. Shelly lightly pushed Ashley’s face away. Ashley felt the sting of tears, but dutifully unhooked Shelly’s 35DD bra.

Ashley bent her head and tongued Shelly’s fat left nipple while her small hand played with Shelly’s right breast. Ashley gave a hard suck to the left nipple before bringing her mouth to Shelly’s right nipple.

When Shelly was bouncing and whimpering from Ashley’s breast play, Ashley unzipped her own shorts as she maneuvered to kneel between Shelly’s splayed legs. Ashley worked Sex Hikayeleri Shelly’s shorts down Shelly’s long legs and off, revealing the blonde girl’s dark brown bush.

Ashley hated herself as she knelt between Shelly’s thighs. She hated Shelly for turning her on to marijuana and cannabis oil. She hated Shelly for making her pay for her weed; after all, Shelly smoked it with her.

And, Ashley hated herself for being turned on. She hated herself as she used her right hand to part Shelly’s wet inner lips and used her left hand to reach inside of her shorts and part her own inner lips.

Shelly had some phobia about the smell and taste of her own sex and cleaned herself thoroughly. So, rarely could Ashley taste anything as she lapped at Shelly’s inner walls. Shelly grunted when Ashley sucked on Shelly’s clitoris.

“Mm oh God, God, yes,” Ashley grunted as her fingers brought herself closer and closer to climax.

Because of her breast play, Ashley had brought Shelly close to the precipice. Shelly grunted, groaned and whimpered as her climax came closer and closer.

After sucking and fingering Shelly to three orgasms, and fingering herself to two orgasms, Ashley and shelly smoked another bowl, then Ashley went home.

Ashley’s step-father, Josh Neulin called out from his home office when Ashley barged into the house. Ashley cried out she was about to pee on herself; he would have to wait. In her bathroom, Ashley did urinate. She spritzed some fresh perfume onto her clothing. Her last act before leaving her bathroom was to tear off a hunk of the beef jerky she kept in her purse and chomped on it. Even if Josh suspected he smelled marijuana on her, the stench of her breath would discourage any full investigation.

“So? First day; how was it?” Josh asked, waving away the heavy odor of Ashley’s perfume. “And, seriously? They let you dress like a hooker for summer school?”

“It was on that stupid paper they sent y’all,” Ashley said. “Shorts are fine.”

“Shorts, yes. Those aren’t shorts; those are panties,” Josh complained.

“Fine,” Ashley said. “When’s Mom getting home?”

“Same time as always. You know, believe it or not? In the real world? People work the same hours, whether it’s summer or not,” Josh said, returning his attention to his own work.

Every Monday, Mr. Cousins and Mrs. Neidemeyer gave tests. The third Tuesday, Mr. Cousins let Ashley know she would have to score no less than an eighty three on every one of the last six tests if she hoped to avoid repeating her senior year. Mrs. Neidemeyer told Ashley unless she passed the next exam, there was no chance for Ashley to pass the class.

“Sucks,” Shelly commiserated as she lay back on her bed.

“You know,” Ashley spat angrily. “As a friend? Maybe you could like oh I don’t know, act like you give a flying fuck?”

Shelly stretched to her full six feet and two inches in height. She smirked at Ashley’s angry face.

“Uh huh. Like when you gave a flying fuck about what happened to my sister?” Shelly asked.

“Hey! I sent y’all a card,” Ashley defended.

“Oh. Okay, I’ll send you a card,” Shelly said. “Know what? I, I don’t feel like smoking, okay?”

From the moment Ashley St. Martin had set foot onto Kimble Academy’s mottled and aging asphalt parking lot in her freshman year, Ashley St. Martin had vied for the position of Queen Bee. There had been a senior class Queen Bee, so Ashley contented herself with ruling the freshman class. In her sophomore year, Ashley’s reign extended from the sophomore class down to the freshman class. In her junior and senior year, Ashley’s reign was complete among the student body.

Now, in summer school, Ashley’s reign among the student body was established. But her grip was tenuous. Her sway was not as complete. Ashley blamed Kincaid ‘Bridges’ Roberts; just before the end of the senior year, he had somehow slipped from her grasp. He had somehow loosened Ashley’s grip and slipped away.

Ashley giggled; she’d seen him the other day in Tommy’s Po-Boys, seen him with that lard ass Four-ton. Ashley reminded herself, Bridges had not slipped from her grasp; she had discarded him. She. She had been the one in control. She was still the one in control.

Wednesday morning, Ashley made her way from Mr. Cousins’ class to Mrs. Neidemeyer’s class. Mr. Cousins said he had a list of recent graduates that were willing to tutor, for a fee. Tutoring meant more work and Ashley was in no mood to do more work than absolutely necessary.

“Please, I, I told you. I get paid on the third,” Ashley heard Beth Neidemeyer whispering urgently into her phone.

Ashley smiled as she took her seat. At least this was one class she discovered a solution for. She smiled as Mrs. Neidemeyer put her cell phone into her purse.

After the class ended, Ashley stayed in her seat. Mrs. Neidemeyer eyed Ashley with suspicion; the self-involved blonde was usually the first out of the door.

“So. How much do you need?” Ashley asked sweetly.

“I Erotik Hikayeler uh, what?” Beth Neidemeyer asked, swallowing hard.

“Simple question. How much money do you need?” Ashley asked.

“I, that, that’s none of your business,” Beth snarled.

“Oh. Okay. I mean, I could help, but if you’d rather…” Ashley shrugged, getting to her feet.

“Seventeen hundred,” Beth admitted.

“So. I pass this class?” Ashley suggested.

“I, God damn you. God damn you, and God damn that ass hole ex-husband of mine,” Beth burst into angry sobs.

“There, there,” Ashley soothed mockingly. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, okay?”

Ashley went to her locker and grabbed her purse. She knew, from past experience, the ATM would only allow Ashley to withdraw five hundred dollars at a time, so Ashley went into the First National Bank of DeGarde and did a withdrawal for two thousand dollars from her checking account. Returning to the school, Ashley saw that Mrs. Neidemeyer had another class so wandered down to Mr. Cousins’ class. He was also conducting class but paused and walked to the door.

“That list of tutors?” Ashley asked.

“Oh, but of course, Ms. St. Martin; let me just drop everything for you,” Mr. Cousins said and none too politely shut the door in Ashley’s face.

“Ass hole,” Ashley snapped and returned to stand outside of Mrs. Neidemeyer’s classroom.

After the classroom had emptied, Ashley sauntered into the classroom and looked at Mrs. Neidemeyer. The teacher looked up and regarded Ashley with genuine hostility. Ashley shrugged and pulled the bank’s envelope from her purse.

“Seventeen hundred,” Ashley said and counted the one hundred dollar bills out onto the desk. She smirked as Beth grabbed the seventeen bills from the desktop and shoved them into her bra.

“Ta-ta,” Ashley cooed and strolled out of the classroom.

Ashley entered Mr. Cousins’ classroom and ignored his frustrated sigh. Mr. Cousins pulled the list up on his laptop computer, ignoring the eleven students that filed in and took seats, waiting on him.

“Hmm, no, no, he’s already at Missouri, ah! No, no, she’s in Haiti doing volunteer…” Mr. Cousins mused aloud, going through his list. “Ah! Here, here we go. Julian Mataffa.”

“Julie?” Ashley sneered.

“Hmm? No, Julian. I’m sure you remember him. He was pretty big,” Mr. Cousins said. “He charges twenty five an hour so he’s actually very reasonable.”

Ashley did remember Julian and Julianna Mataffa, the Samoan twins. She and her mindless drones had called Julian ‘Julie’ and had called his sister ‘Siamese,’ even though the hapless girl kept insisting she was Samoan.’ And ‘pretty big’ was an understatement. Julie was six five and two hundred and fifty pounds. Coach Yaks had almost peed on himself seeing the hulking young man. Until he found out that Julian was big and slow and clumsy. Putting him on offense to block? The defense just walked around him. Putting him on defense to do some tackling, the offense just shoved him aside.

Shelly did not have the time to get together with Ashley; she was at her father’s house. Since Andrew Cronaur was a police officer with the Elgee Police Force, Ashley and Shelly did not dare smoke weed in his house.

At home in the sanctity of her bedroom, Ashley called the telephone number Mr. Cousins had given to her. She got Julian Mataffa’s voice mail and Ashley was prepared to disconnect; she was Ashley St. Martin. She did not leave messages.

“Hey uh, Julie…an,” Ashley said. I uh, this, hi, this is Ashley St. Martin. Uh, Mr. Cousins gave me your phone number because I need tutoring in Biology, yeah I’m in summer school and I need this stupid class and he says you do tutoring…”

Julian returned Ashley’s phone call forty minutes later. He set up a time for them to meet at his house and hung up.

Arriving at his home the next afternoon, Ashley was impressed. The Mataffa family lived in a very nice neighborhood, a new subdivision in Kimble, Louisiana. A Latina answered the door and nodded, saying that Mr. Mataffa was expecting her; he was in the study.

“I have to tell you,” Julian said, nodding to a chair across the desk from himself. “That message? ‘Hi Julie…an?’ I almost didn’t return your call. But, the gentleman in me said to do the right thing.”

“I, yeah, I, I’m sorry about that,” Ashley stammered, looking into his unreadable dark almond eyes.

“Julian, I left my stuff in your car,” Julianna said, entering the study through another door. “Oh! I, I’m sorry; I didn’t realize you were in a session.”

“We’re just getting started; the keys are in the bowl,” Julian said.

“Uh. No, they’re not. Check your pockets?” Julianna suggested.

“Hmm. Well, that’s what I said. The keys are in my pocket,” Julian smiled, pulling his car keys out.

“Goof,” Julianna smiled and kissed him on his cheek. “I’ll put them in the bowl, hear? Hi Ashley, bye Ashley.”

“Uh huh,” Ashley said, flipping her notebook open Tecavüz Hikayeleri to a blank page.

Julian tutored Ashley for fifty minutes. Her head was swimming by the time he sat back and closed his text book. He cleared his throat as a befuddled Ashley walked toward the door.

“Hmm? Oh! Oh, uh duh,” Ashley giggled and pulled a crisp one hundred dollar bill out of her purse. “You uh, you got change for…”

Julian’s eyes were still unreadable as he rapidly made change. Ashely left, her ego suffering another blow. She was sure he wouldn’t be able to make change. His inability to make change for a one hundred dollar bill would give her superiority over him.

After their third session, though, Ashley noticed something. She would never become a biologist, but she wasn’t as hopelessly lost in Mr. Cousins’ class. And, transferring her newfound knowledge of how to study, and what to study to her Algebra class, Ashley was beginning to make some sense of the hodge-podge of numerical information.

Two weeks before the summer session was to end, Ashley opened her locker to retrieve her purse and cell phone. A glossy eight by ten black and white photograph of herself, head buried between Shelly’s legs dropped onto the floor. Ashley let out a squeal and grabbed the offensive photograph.

There was a phone number written at the bottom of the offensive photograph. Ashley paid the number no mind as she ripped the photograph to shreds into a nearby garbage can.

‘Bitch, you better call,’ was on the next day’s photograph that showed her with her hand down the front of her shorts as she serviced Shelly.

“Hello?” a much shaken Ashley asked.

“Hello Ashley,” a heavily modified voice growled into Ashely’s ear. “Hmm. I wonder, what would your mother say if she saw these pictures? Or your step-father? Oh, I know, your daddy wouldn’t care but…”

“Fuck you!” Ashley screamed and disconnected the call.

Ashley’s fingers shook as she blocked the number. A call to Shelly’s number went unanswered so Ashley drove home and made herself some lunch. Then she drove to her tutoring session.

Ashley smirked as she and Julian worked together. Her top was another loose halter top and Julian’s eyes kept gravitating toward her 30C breasts. When she sat back and crossed her legs, Julian noticed.

The next day in school, Beth Neidemeyer asked Ashley to stay after class for a moment. Ashley smirked; apparently Mrs. Neidemeyer needed some more money. She figured she could finagle an ‘A’ in the class, rather than the ‘B’ she currently carried.

The moment the last student left, Beth Neidemeyer’s hand shot out and lifted Ashley from her desk by her throat. Beth shoved a photograph of Ashley counting the dollar bills out onto Beth Neidemeyer’s desk while Beth watched.

“Listen here, you little fucking cunt,” Beth snarled hatefully into Ashley’s terrified face. “I don’t know what kind of game you think you’re playing, but this photograph? Better fucking disappear, or you will disappear. Got it?”

“I, I’m not…” Ashley protested but Beth shook Ashley like a rag doll.

“Got it? Any pictures you have? Disappear. Hear me?” Beth snarled, tightening her grip on Ashley’s throat.

A much shaken Ashley opened her locker and found another photograph of herself counting out the money and Beth Neidemeyer watching. The words ‘call me’ and the phone number were at the bottom of the photograph. Ashley again ripped up the photograph.

“Hello Ashley, what a pleasant surprise,” the voice mocked.

“Fuck you,” Ashley spat. “Listen, I’m not playing this fucking game.”

“Oh, Ashley, it’s no game,” the voice laughed.

Ashley again ended the call. She called Shelly but Shelly said she was too busy to get together with Ashley.

The next day’s photograph was of Shelly taking a hit from her bong. ‘Call me’ was written on the bottom of the 8 X 10, along with the phone number.

Ashley’s phone had a text from Shelly, asking Ashley to call her. Ashley got into her car before hitting the contact.

“My dad gets those pictures, my ass is grass,” Shelly snarled. “And bitch? After? I’m coming for you. Hear?”

“Well hello Ashley. What a pleasant surprise,” the heavily modulated voice mocked.

“What do you want?” Ashley demanded.

“Hmm? What do I want? What do I want?” the voice hummed. “Well, Ashley, what as everyone ever wanted from you?”

“I, money? I, how much?” Ashley asked, sweating despite her car’s air-conditioning blowing directly on her.

“Money? Oh no, Ashley St. Martin. I have money,” the voice laughed.

The modulation device made the laughter sound truly evil and Ashley choked back a sob of fear. This was not the time to show any fear. She was Ashley Veronica St. Martin; she was the queen, she was in charge.

“No, Ashley St. Martin. I want to fuck you. I want to fuck your pretty little face,” the voice snarled. “I want to fuck your cute little blonde pussy. I want to fuck that perfect little ass you’re so proud of, always waving it around…”

“Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!” Ashley screamed into the phone.

“Exactly. And they say blondes are dumb,” the voice chuckled. “So…Ashley St. Martin, do we have a deal?”

“We, no, we don’t have a deal,” Ashley snarled hatefully.

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