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The beauty contest was an hilarious event. In the middle of the room a stage was erected, mostly resembling a catwalk. First all the girls were asked to parade on the stage in their bikinis. Us men were invited to take a seat alongside the catwalk. Scorecards were handed out. Every guy got two of them.

Each card consisted of 18 numbered rows. On top of the first card were items like shape, size, uprightness, firmness, squeezability, cleavage, nipple size, colour of nipples. The second card included hair trim, rise of mound, puffiness, openness, wetness, tightness, visible inner lips, clitoris. Both cards ended with two empty columns.

During the first round of the contest we men just eyed our beautiful ladies. We observed the foxes from head to toe and from all sides as they paraded in front of us, up and down the runway. The heavenly delights were presented just a few feet away, our eyes level with the knees. Our viewing point allowed us to perceive the candy unhindered. I immensely enjoyed staring at the swellings hidden by the bikini bottoms. There was no voting yet, just enjoying the visual spectacle.

The second round the girls were asked to remove their bikini tops. They had to parade one by one on the stage and take of their top in stripper fashion. Accompanied by a lot of laughter we all had good fun as the girls tried out their best dirty routine. When all the girls were bare-breasted, they had to sit down on the edge of the stage. I noticed all bottoms had a number embroidered to both sides. And indeed they were the suite numbers. The men revolved along the row of girls so we all had plenty of time to criticize the merchandise. To judge the racks we were allowed to touch, feel, pinch and grope as we pleased. We had to score our points on the first scorecard, according to the suite number. After the girls were led away, we had to finish our scoring by putting a ranking order in the last column.

The second contest got underway. The girls came back on the stage together. Now they all wore red bikini tops, naturally again fitted with the suite numbers. The third round also started with a parade to heat things up, but now the girls were bottomless from the start.

From our advantage sitting point we had plenty of time to admire the pussy galore as it paraded past our eyes. The abundance of delectable tuzla escort cunnies was a feast to the eye. They came in all sorts: natural, American and French wax, as well as Full Brazilians. Some very protruding with a distinctly bulging Mound of Venus. Others nearly flat but with fully swollen pronounced outer lips. I felt being in peeping heaven.

For the fourth round the girls had to sit down on ottomans which were put on the edge of the stage. The same routine started. The men revolved again, now along the line of very exposed and glistening cunts. We were asked to commence with our judging work. And again we were encouraged to touch the commodities. We simply had to feel up the snatches to observe such qualities as wetness and tightness. And how do you criticize a clitoris other than by retracting its hood and try a little rubbing and pinching. Hell, I even nibbled on a few of those charming nubs!

When we thought this round was nearly over, Chris told us to use the last but one column for the quality taste. So we had to go once again along the long row of snatches to get a sample. Every woman was treated with a lapping of her cunt by 18 obliging and very horny males. As the girls left us again we had to finish the scoring by again putting a ranking order in the last column.

“Well done so far with the scoring, folks,” Chris said. “John will collect your cards. The girls will now freshen up a bit, and we will keep them off the hook for a while. Time for us to get ready for the next contest. This will be the election of mister Cock. For this contest you have to get out of your shorts and sit down on the ottomans. Try to sit to the utmost edge, and then lay down on your back. A curtain will be drawn lengthwise across the stage. It will drape over your bellies, so the girls will not be distracted from their task at hand. Until the girls get back, you can make yourself presentable until we have to draw the curtain…”

When the girls came back, they were greeted by a wild array of penises of all sorts in front of the curtain. Most were of average length, but some monsters and a few tiny ones were present as well. Without exception all were very erect examples of the male baby knocker. The scrotums were heavy loaded and ready for inspection.

“What have we here!” Melanie, the assistant göztepe escort of our neighbours Jennifer and Daniel, let the way. The women came back into the restaurant, on the other side of the curtain. “I see the men are well prepared for our mister Cock election. Sam will hand out your scorecards. For this you can use the numbers you see in front of the stage. You will have exactly five minutes per cock. This means this contest will already take one and a half hour, so we have to be strict on your time slots. A perfect cock can stand up for this time easily, but if one might happen to falter, you are allowed to bring it back to attention by all means. You are free to do as you please, as long as you don’t let him spill his ammunition!”

A lot of giggling and laughter came from the other side of the curtain. But suddenly this became silent, and I felt how my dick twitched because warm breath stirred my member. A hand was placed on my right thigh, and fingers cautiously touched my dick. They became more daring as the minutes went by, and eventually they stroked my cock. The other hand left my leg and I felt how it cupped my balls.

A whistle was blown and then the touching and caressing went on by another pair of hands. This went on and on. All hands touched my pecker, most played with my balls, and about half of them moved my foreskin up and down since my cock is not circumcised. What a thrill to be groped for so long by so many girls. After about an hour I nearly lost it, but I narrowly escaped.

When the close inspection was over, there was a final parade to show our hardware in moving condition. Lying down does not put a dick to its full glory; it has to stand up, or point forward for that matter. First we had to put on a muscle shirt. Off course our suite number was printed on them. Our parading was met by a chorus of whistling and approving exclaims. After about five minutes of some heavy beat music there was a whistle as the music stopped. We were let off the catwalk and assembled at the bar. The girls had to fill out their scorecard, during which we were given bright red briefs to put on. When we were reunited again with our girls there was a break for some food and beverages.

“Dear guests, you’ve all done very well thus far. We loved to see you all participate in our beauty contests. üsküdar escort For as its always possible not to participate in a particular activity, for this part of our program it was impossible to be replaced by an assistant. Later on this will be a real possibility though.

“The results will be proclaimed a little bit later on. First we will have to do some calculating. In the meantime we will dig into the richly buffet which will be served now. For now, let me explain a little about the prices of our contest…

“The winners of the categories will not only receive their title, miss Terrific Tits, miss Perfect Pussy, miss Blissful Butt and mister Cock, but they will also be fitted with their very personal clothing. Here at El Balneario Sabroso we believe it to be a shame to keep out of sight the very best assets on the premises. We have designed our own line of clothing articles which enhance the best body parts.

“Miss Terrific Tits will be fitted with a top which leaves the tits out in the open. This Sabroso TitTop© is especially designed to support the boobs and keep them upturned, although our miss Terrific Tits probably won’t need that. Miss Blissful Butt will be fitted with our Sabroso ButtPants©. This bottom less pants does to the buttocks what the TitTop© does to the boobies.

“Miss Perfect Pussy will be provided with a tight fitting hot pants which is open at the crotch. Not like your ordinary crotch less panties, which only simply misses the gusset. The Sabroso PussyPants© is a piece of genius with build-in supports. These put the pussy really on display. One of the supporters is a triangular plate situated between the legs, starting at the anus and ending near the beginning of the vagina. This little silicon devil rolls the pussy somewhat upwards and to the front. It makes the outer lips look more pronounced as well. You will see its dramatic effect later on.

“For Mister Cock there will be a tight fitting short with a build-in cock ring, our famous Sabroso Short©. Through the ring the penis and the scrotum will be out in the open. And as with the PussyPants© there is a triangular support behind the scrotum. In combination with the cock ring this does a great job in shoving the package forward, and keeping it alive.

“We do want the most beautiful parts admired, so the title winners will be obliged to wear these special items for the rest of the weekend. Or go without them altogether. Everyone is invited to enjoy the winning objects, so feel free to ogle them, caress them, feel them up, cherish them.”

To be continued …

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Merrhaaba değerli okurları Been ailemin tek erkek ve 2 numaralı çocuğuyum.
Beenden 2 yaş büyük biir ablam var.
Been 18 ablam 20 yaşıında.
Annem ve babam yıllardır ayrı ve babamla 10 yılı aşkındır hiçbiirimiz görüşmüyoruz.
Boyum 1 metreye yakın.
Evet yanlış okumadınız boyum 0.
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Annem 1.
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Fizigi çoğu genç kızdan güzel ve bakımlı biir bayandır türk telekomda çalışıyor.
Ablam 1.
75 boyunda ince ve uzun biir genç kız.
Şu an üniversiteyi kazanamadı ve çalışmıyor yani bütün gün evde.
beende bu yıl lise-3’e geçtim.
Annem ve ablam beenii çook severler.
Ablam gerçekten çook çekici biir genç kız.
Kumral uzun boylu ince belli, uzun saçlı ve çook uzun bacaklı biir kızdır.
Açık giyinir ne giyse yakışır.
Annemde evde çook açık giyinir ve gerçekten çook güzeldir.
Ablam hepp banaa küçük adam diye seslenir.
Evet been cüceyim amma kesinlikle şu bildiğiniz çirkin cücelerden diilim.
zayıf ve vucudum orantılı ve sağlamdır.
Sağlıklıyım ve dikkatlice bakmazsanız küçük biir çocuğa beenzetirsiniz beeni.
Size hikayemi anlatmadan önnce biir cüce gibi düşünmenizi sağlayacağım bu hikayemi daha iyi anlamanıza yardımcı olacak.
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()Biir kıza yaklaştığınızda çoğu zaman onun baldırının altındadır boyunuz.
Ablamla kendimi ölçtüğümde ablam ve been ayakkabısızken boyum onun göbeğine kaddar bile ulaşmaz.
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Şimdi kendinizi beenim yerime koyun göz hizanız genelde kızların amına gelmektedir.
Bu beenii öyle heycanlandrırki artıkk anlayın.
Şimdi banaa hayatından memnun musun diye sorsanız size cevabım: “hayata yeniden gelsem şu anki gibi olmayı isterdim” derim.
Şimdi hikayemi anlatmak istiyorum.
olay bu yazın başında başladı.
Daha önnce buna beenzer çook olaylarım olmuştu amma bu kayda değer ilk olaydı.
Ablam günün büyük çoğunluğunda evdeydi, annem ise akkşam 5’ten sonra gelirdi eve.
Ve her ikiside beenii öper kafamı okşarlardı.
Bazen ablamın o güzel pürüzsüz uzun ( ) bacaklarına bakarken anneme veya ablama yakalanırdım.
ve hemen ablam “anne bak oğlun bacaklarıma bakıyor bu yüzden boyu cüce kaldı zaten” diyordu gülerek annemse baksın kızım bakmakla biir yerin eksilmez diyordu; beenlen dalga geçiyorlardı, bu sözleri bile beenii çıldırtıyordu.
Öyleki ablam bazeen been ayaktayken üzerimden atlardı ona kızarmış gibi yapardım amma aslında bu hareketi beenii çıldırtırdı.
Bazen de arkamdan gelir amını kafama dayardı bilmiyorum belkide beenii farketmezdi belkide mahsus yapardı.
Bazen anneme ve ablama masaj yapardım bellerinin üzerine çıkar tepelerdim.
Bazen ablam disko dans yapardı etekleri havada uçuşur uzun bacakları fora olurdu.
Bazende annem beenle dans yapardı çoğu zaman onlara fark ettirmeden boşalırdım.
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Been uyuya kalmışım uyandığımda saat 14:00’ü geçiyordu ve Anadolu Yakası Escort ablamla annemnem ortalıkta yoktu.
Bazen biirlikte markete giderleridi.
Bu günde öyle yapmışlardır diye düşündüm.
Yüzümü yıkamak içiin banyoya yöneldim.
Fakat banyodan annemle ablamın sesi geliyordu.
Biir süre sonra ses kesildi.
İçimde banyoya girmek içiin inanılmaz biir istek vardı amma korkuyordum ya ters karşılarlarsa diye.
Ama bugüne kaddar banaa hiçç kızmamışlardı bunan cesaret alarak içeri girmeye karar verdim.
Uykudan yeni uyanmış ve onlardan haberim yokmuş gibi yaparak banyonun kapısını açtım ve içeriye girdim.
Annem küvete uzanmış memelerinden başka ve dizleri görünüyordu.
Ablam ayaktaydı ince biir mini geceliği vardı.
gecelik askılı ve terlediği içiin daha memeleri belirgin biir şekilde görünüyor ve sütyeni yoktu fakat kilodu vardı.
Been içeri girince ablam kapıyı kapattı.
Been utandım kapıya yöneldim.
Fakat ablam daha hızlı davranarak kapının önüne geçip yaslandı ve “küçük adam nereye, bilmiyormusun hamama giren terler dedi” Ayağında topuklu biir takunya vardı zaten uzun olan boyu daha da uzamıştı göz hizam amının altına geliyordu.
Been numaradan çıkmak istermiş gibi üzerine yürüdüm ve onun sol bacağına sarılarak onu geçmeye çalışır numarası yaptım.
Fakat beenimde hiçç beklemediğim biir hareketle sağ bacağını sol omzuma atarak “küçük adam beenii zorla geçemezsin” dedi bu sırada ablamın iki bacağı arasında mükemmel biir an yaşıyordumki önnceden planlamadığım biir hareketle sol bacağının iç kısmından öptüm.
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Bu sefer ablam hoşlanmış olacakki bacağını omzumdan indirdi ve bükerek dışa doğru açtı.
Beende Külodunu yandan sıyırarak amını yalamaya başladım.
Ablamın gülüşü değişmişti manyak gibi gülüyordu annemde çocuklar hadi uzatmayın ayrılın diyordu amma been devam ettim.
Ablamın amından kokulu biir sıvı geldi amma öyle azmıştımki o suyuda yaladım.
Bu sırada ablam toparlandı ve anne bu cüce manyak banaa müthiş biir zevk verdi dedi.
Gel anne sen de dene bişi olmaz dedi.
Annem ayağa kalktı beenii kucağına aldı dolgun dudaklarıyla beenii dudağımdan öptü ve bunları kimseye anlatma dedi.
Daha sonra memesinin ucunu agzıma verdi onu yalamaya başladım.
Ablam Yine gülmeye başladı Annemin çook zevk aldığı belliydi ablam anne sanada banaa ( ) yaptığını yapsın dedi.
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Yukarıya baktığımda annemin yüzünü göremiyordum amma çook zevk aldığını biliyordum.
Bu yüzden taa amının içiine kaddar dil attım oda kafamı elleriyle tuturak amına ittiriyordu biirazdan oda boşaldı.
Üçümüz küvete girdik ve ikiside banaa çook iyiydin bunu herzaman yapacaksın ve kimseye anlatmayacaksındediler.
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İkiside deli gibi gülmeye başladı.
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Jesse watched as Delilah swung her ax with amazing power for a girl with such a small frame. The wood split instantly and he was quick to pick up the halves and toss them onto a pile resting in the sun before he took another log and placed in on the stump.

Delilah gazed at him, her tone arms and chiseled shoulders flexing from the sleeveless shirt she wore, tied beneath her pert breasts. She nodded and tossed Jessie the ax — he caught it easily and took a few practice swings, appreciating how the Husqvarna splitting ax was a prefect balance of top heaviness and maniability.

“Father wants those logs split by sundown, Jess,” Delilah said as she undid her shirt and pulled it off. She stood there in a pair of cut off jeans and a sports bra. “The sun’s getting low, so you only got a few hours.”

Jessie was dressed in jeans and a thick plaid shirt, harkening back to the lumberjacks of yore his thick beard had sought to emulate. Not the best garb on a hot July afternoon — but it was a necessity if he wanted to be accepted by Father and the other members of the Ash House congregation. And, as Delilah undid her cut off jeans and pulled them down, exposing her tight, dark panties, he swung the ax because he wanted Delilah. The log split and the ax head sank deep into the stump — Delilah let out a sigh and sat on the ground, slipping a hand down the front of her panties.

Jessie’s brow dampened as he tossed the halves of the split log and put another one on the stump and swung the ax, his eyes riveted to the spot between Delilah’s thighs. He could see how her fingers moved beneath the fabric, tracing little circles and sliding up and down her obviously wet slit. Blood had engorged his cock, for his erection against his jeans but he ignored instinct and split another log.

“Oh yeah, just like that Jessie,” Delilah cooed as she pinched her growing nipples through her black sport bra. Her breath came in ragged gasps as Jessie split log after log while his sweat drenched his jeans and heavy flannel shirt.

He relentlessly swung the ax and tossed the split wood onto the pile — the wooden handle made blisters appear in his palm but he ignored the pain while Delilah had leaned forward on the ground and worked her pussy into a frenzy, her eyes closed tight and sloshing sounds emanated from between her thighs.

While Jessie concentrated on his ax before the spectacle of Delilah fingering herself to orgasm, a man had stepped out onto the balcony of the secluded cabin Delilah had brought Jessie to. The man wore white shorts and a long, sleeveless, kimono like robe. He was tall well muscled, his dark brown skin highlighted in the setting sun, while his wise, piercing brown eyes observed Jessie and Delilah without judgment. Other faces had appeared in the windows of the cabin — a collection of ethnicities and ages from young adults to weathered elders — the congregation of Ash House approved of Jessie’s work and all clapped their hands once in unison when Delilah came, wetting her panties and filling the ambient air with the scent of her musky come.

“You’ve done well, both of you,” the man on the balcony declare in a booming voice and he went back into the cabin.

THEN

“Do you know what we are, Jesse Holland?” the man called Father asked, his voice soothing and understanding. Father was dressed in his silk, white kimono but this time without the matching shorts, and his flaccid cock bounced left and right as he walked among the members of the congregation.

Jesse was seated on a simple wooden chair in front of the 20 or so members of Ash House. Their seats mirrored his, but where he wore a black tee and skinny jeans and Doc Martens, the congregation wore robes like Father’s, or they wore nothing at all. Delilah moved about the assembly and lit candles and oil lamps — the dancing flames made Father seem to melt with the shadows, letting only his knowing eyes to peer from the dark.

“Delilah said you were a community — not a cult. This looks a lot like a cult.”

The congregation burst out into loud chuckles as Delilah, dressed in a green silk robe that hugged her moderate curves, took a seat next to a smiling Father.

“Perhaps we are a cult — or a community. Who knows? But what I am sure of, Jesse Holland, is that we are a collection of naked souls who seek to establish a balanced relationship with Mother nature.”

Jesse shifted on his wooden chair — even though he was the most dressed in the room, he felt strangely like the most vulnerable person in the room.

Father continued: “We seek to free ourselves of the contrivances of society — but we do so through discipline and hard work. As you progress, the uniform of civilization will melt away and chores and duties will become pleasures and leisure.”

Jesse Holland stroked his stylish beard and reasserted his assurance and asked: “How do you know that’s why I’m here?”

Father walked up and moved behind Jesse, placing his strong, calloused hands on the younger man’s shoulders. “You’re here and that’s what bağdatcaddesi escort matters. You’ll learn answers to questions you never knew you had.”

Father moved around Jesse, his muscled arms opened in a flourish. “Learn the tools and trades of our forebears, Jesse Holland, and become a balanced individual and a worthy child of Mother Nature!”

“Yes! Yes Father! Be free Jesse!”

Members of the Ash House congregation clapped and whopped at Father’s words — two of the young men were so excited that they pulled down their white shorts and kissed as an older woman in her fifties, but healthy and sexually hungry, pulled her robe off and dropped to her knees and grasped the erect penises of the younger men.

“Witness freedom, Jesse Holland,” Father said as the members of Ash House moved their chairs into a loose circle around the inflamed threesome — Delilah walked over to him, took his hand and led him to the edge of the audience.

The woman was curvy with large, slightly saggy breasts that swayed hypnotically as she licked and kissed the cock to her left while pumping the cock on her right. Her tanned skin stretched around her flared thighs and her head was topped by a short, pixie like hairdo of salt and pepper colored hair. The men she sucked kissed and rubbed each others chests as their tongues slithered like lively snakes — the moaned together the woman slipped both their engorged cocks into her mouth, rubbing the tips together with a skilled tongue.

Father sat on the ground and, along with the congregation of Ash House, began to chant obscure phrases in mix of English and Creole. Delilah turned her back to the group and cupped Jesse Holland’s cheeks and his gaze released the scene of the threesome and he focused on Delilah, her brilliant green eyes and loose blond hair blurring his perception of what transpired behind her.

“When you’ve come far enough, Ash House will be a place where you are free to fuck as you see fit,” Delilah said, her voice as smooth as honey on silk.

Delilah took Jesse’s hand and lead him away from the congregation, her robe falling open, exposing her deceptively large, pert breast to the cool night air. Jesse swallowed as he gazed at her long, hardening nipples.

“We’ll have our moment soon enough, Jess,” Delilah said as she brushed a lock of of his light brown hair from his forehead. She then glossed his lips with hers and retreated to her chambers, but not before dropping her green robe to the floor and standing on the edge of shadows long enough to allow Jesse to get a full view of her toned back and firm ass.

Jesse Holland mouthed the word “wow” and Delilah then retreated beyond the shadows of her room.

When Jesse entered his room — the congregation shared the same sleeping space but he was not free enough to share that privilege — he undressed and sat on his cot. Freedom was just another word for nothing left to lose, so Janis said, and he fell asleep wondering what these people had lost to be so free, and he dreamt of what he lost.

NOW

The sun was just cracking over the treeline when Jesse was pulled from his slumber by someone other than Delilah — it was Pam, the short haired fifty something that was enthralled in a threesome. She was wearing a blue silk jumpsuit and sported glitter in her salt and pepper hair. She motioned and Jesse quickly dressed in his jeans and flannel shirt and followed the giddy lady as she led him through Ash House until they emerged behind the large lodge and encountered a tennis court sized piece of treeless ground. The sun was falling over an ancient looking plow that was better suited to be harnessed to oxen in the thirteenth century.

“What am I supposed to do?” Jesse asked, although he already knew what was expected.

“You pull and you plow,” Pam said with a predatory smile painted across her face. She undid the top of her jumpsuit, exposing her large breasts to the rising sun and began to affix leather straps to her shoulders that dangled from the back of the plow. Jesse wen to the front of the plow and found the harness and the heavy ropes that would form the harness that was to allow him to pull the plow.

Within a few minutes of a cursory examination of the contraption, Jesse was roped up and ready for the task at hand.

“Yea-Ahh plow-boy!” Pam yelled as the air cracked over Jesse’s head. He winced at the sound and glance over his shoulder, noticing that Pam swung and cracked a whip with alarming effect. Jesse pushed against the soil, his thigh and calf muscles bulging beneath his jeans as he leaned forward to force the blade of the plow to churn and flip the topsoil. The ropes of the harness that hugged his upper body dug into his shoulders as he strained to force to plow through the tough soil, flipping stones and turning the soil over.

Once he reached the opposite end of the field, Jesse turned the plow around under Pam’s whip cracking direction and when he looked up, Delilah stood in from of him, wearing a red string bikini. The red triangles beykoz escort of fabric barely covered her pert breasts and called attention below her toned stomach and to the hidden spot he had witnessed her pleasure a few days before.

Jesse felt a surge of strength as testosterone and adrenaline filled his bloodstream and he plowed forward, the old farm tool make short work of the recalcitrant soil, but his progress was stalled when Pam cracked her whip. The tip of her leathery snake stung his shoulder blade through his thick flannel shirt.

“Whoa there, plow-boy,” Pam sneered. “Just ’cause the carrot’s dangling in front you doesn’t mean you can botch the job. You need to keep a slow, steady pace to get the best out of the ground.”

Jesse nodded and measured his pace towards the end of the field — Delilah waved at him and as he nodded, she was joined by a tall, lean, dark skinned beauty. Her hair was wide in a tussled afro and she placed her hands on Delilah’s hips. The ebony goddess ran her hands up and down Delilah’s toned abdomen and caressed her breasts through her red bikini top. Delilah moaned and reached behind her back, obviously seeking her partner’s pussy — the goddess turned Delilah around and kissed her with fiery passion, her thick lips mashing against Delilah’s. Delilah moaned when her ebony partner reached inside her bikini bottom and squeezed her firm buttocks while delicately kissing the soft skin of her neck.

“Terri has a way, doesn’t she?” Pam asked between cracks of her whip — Jesse chanced a glance over his shoulder and saw Pam was pinching and pulling her pierced nipples.

Jesse returned his riveted gaze to the erotic spectacle of Delilah and Terri kissing and exploring each others bodies with roaming hands and puckered lips. Delilah was lowered towards Terri’s chest and she was cajoling Terri’s champagne glass sized bosom, licking and kissing her way around long, brown, erect nipples that almost seemed to wiggle as they were pleasured. Terri threw her head back and moaned when Delilah bit her nipples ever so slightly and slid a finger across her pink slit.

Jesse reached the end of the field in time to see Delilah drop to her knees and look up at Terri — the ebony beauty put a leg on Delilah’s shoulder and reached between her legs, spreading her dark pussy lips and exposing her bright pink pussy Delilah’s smiling face. Delilah reached out with her pliable tongue and traced the alluring shape of Terri’s dripping slit.

Jesse clenched his jaw as he watched the two familiar lovers disappear from sight as he was forced to turn the plow around and continue his task. Again, his jeans and flannel shirt were drenched in sweat and fatigue began to seize his muscles but he labored forward, but this time disregarded prior instructions and he tore at his flannel shirt until he had managed to pull it off and he growled as the plow lurched forward through a particularly rocky patch of ground.

“Oh yeah Dee! Lick it you dirty little whore!” Jesse heard Terri order as he kicked at a stone that blocked his path. His mind filled with images of Terri and Delilah intertwined in raucous embrace.

“Shit Terri, don’t put that there,” Pam chuckled. Jesse envisioned her playing with her pierced nipples and running her whip between her dampening thighs. Jesse lunged with sufficient force the the plow climbed over a well buried stone and he heard Pam curse as she must have fallen to the ground.

Jesse had reached the edge of the field and was turning the plow around when he saw that Pam had indeed fallen to the ground and was tangled in some leather harness that had snagged on the stone he had overturned. Opposite him, Delilah was on her back, with her head facing him. Her back was arched and her eyed rolled back into her head.

“Oooohhh! Yeeessss!” Delilah cried as Jesse saw Terri’s head bobbing up and down between her thighs, her tongue sometimes popping into view. Terri’s chin was covered in Delilah’s juices when she looked up and smiled at Jesse before closing her eyes her body rocked as Father knelt behind her, thrusting with strong hips, fucking Terri as she went down on Delilah.

Jesse kept an eye on the threesome as he helped untangle Pam from her leather straps and helped her to her feet — his skin glistened in the sunlight as beads of sweat coated him while he dragged the plow to the edge of the field. He yanked the straps off and tossed the harness and stood, embracing the morning sun while listening to Delilah and Terri and Father get off.

“Oh shit yeah,” Father growled. Jesse turned to watch the leader of the Ash House Congregation slide his thick dark cock slide in and out of Terri’s mocha shaded ass. Terri was still buried between Delilah’s thighs, licking her pussy in tandem to Father’s thrusts. Delilah was making a strange giggling-moaning sound as she came.

Delilah opened her eyes and gazed up at Jesse — Terri had slid off Father’s cock and had turned and was now slobbering over his manhood as she gave him a messy blow job. While father caddebostan escort dug his fingers in Terri’s hair, Delilah had moved to her rear and slid two fingers into Terri’s dripping pussy and began to move them rapidly in and out. Terri moaned as she enclosed her mouth around Father’s cock and she trembled violently as Delilah bought her to a squirting orgasm. As Terri’s juices an down between her thighs, Father slammed his cock deep into her mouth and came with a flood of semen that coated the back of her throat.

Jesse had stood there, watching them fuck while Pam was panting hungrily at the sight of their lust. When the trio appeared to regain their composure, Jesse nodded and waved before returning to the Ash House lodge.

THEN

“Hi,” she said when she found him sitting at a table by himself. Jesse had been sitting in a hall at a local community center where he volunteered, picking up where his recently deceased sister Kara had left off, preparing meals for the lonely and the hard up cases. The newcomer was wearing a large tee=shirt that was off one shoulder, like in the Flashdance movie, and a pair of colorful leggings that highlighted her shapely legs and firm ass. Her dirty blond hair was pulled back in a loose bun.

“I’m Delilah — are you new here? I’ve never seen you before.”

“I’ve been around once or twice,” Jesse said. “But mostly outside. I never thought I;d come in till I heard the good Kemper hall was doing for the local neighborhoods.”

“Well, Mr Kemper isn’t only helping the neighborhoods, but people too,” Delilah said as she took a seat opposite Jesse. She reached out and put a hand over his. “You might be new but you have a conviction about you — like you really want to make a better choice for your life. Ash House can help you do that.”

Even though Jesse was drawn to Delilah’s authenticity and beauty, he eyed her suspiciously and said, “Ash House? Sounds like where old cigarettes go to die.”

“Nobody smokes there, silly,” Delilah chuckled. “It’s more a loose congregation — a community really — of like-minded people from all walks of life who want to make things, well, better.”

Jesse leaned in and focused on Delilah lips as she spoke and she blushed under his scrutiny.

“Tell me more,” Jesse said, hoping he sounded as sincere as Kara must have when she was approached by Delilah three months earlier.

NOW

“My friends,” Father said, his arms opened in a gathering fashion. “We have assembled here to welcome the newest member of our congregation — Jesse Holland! Rejoice!”

Jesse stood at the foot of a path lined by the members of the Ash House Congregation. He was dressed in his skinny jeans, Doc Marten shoes and a black tee harboring the band Skinny Puppy. The path ended at the shore of a moderately rushing creek that was a tributary to a larger river that split the 50 acre plot the was surrounded the Ash House lodge.

“Come Jesse!” Father cried. “Walk the path before your peers and join them as a free spirit. Join the Ash House Congregation!”

Jesse closed his eyes and took a steadying breath and walked down the path. The first few meters were uneventful beyond cheers and catcalls, but once he was halfway to the creek, the members of the congregation began to paw at him and pull at his clothes. First, his tee shirt was ripped from his back, exposing his toned upper body and he was covered by exploratory fingertips — some were more calloused than others and more gentle. The fingers hooked the top of his jeans and they were pulled down. He lost his balance and fell to his knees and continued to crawl as he was stripped of his shoes, sock, jeans, and finally his boxer briefs. Jesse regained his feet and stretched, ensuring that each muscle group was well relaxed before marching to the edge of the creek. He was aware of the eyes of the congregation examining his nude body as his buttocks flexed and his flaccid cock swayed to and fro.

Delilah was at the end of the path, dressed in her silk green robe that hung suggestively open. Her dirty blond hair was loose about her shoulder and her intense hazel eyes drank in Jesse’s carnal energy. Father was next to her, clapping his hands and leading the congregation’s applause in celebration of their newest member.

“Jesse Holland,” Father said, his bellowing voice filling the surrounding woodlands with his warm bass. “When Delilah brought you to us, you were a man plagued by uncertainty and doubt and loss. So we put you to labor for us — and you did not question it. Wood, fields, stones — you worked and we challenged your carnality and you resisted. Longer than most candidates but here you are and you’re ready to learn the edicts of Universal Carnal Law.”

“Delilah,” Father continued, pointing to his second in command, “as your sponsor, it is her sacred duty to anoint you before your peers, in this, the Body Creek.”

Delilah undid her green kimono and stepped up to Jesse — his breath caught in his throat as he fully gazed upon the beauty he had only glimpsed these past few weeks. Delilah was covered in a scented oil that hinted of lavender and musk. It also covered her in a strange glitter that seem to explode and sparkle as it caught the sun. The glitter found its way into her hair, making her dirty blond mane into a little universe around her head.

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How I got forcibly inducted into an incestuous family part two

For those of you that don’t know what the title means. Take a moment and look at the first letter of each word in the title of this story. In other words it’s an abbreviation of the title. It’s too long to be used on Lit hence why I had to do it that way.

Thanks to WAA01 for the edits.

******

“Stacy? What’s wrong?!” Reda asked, as she opened the front door.

“I’m leaving Dan…” I almost felt for her, almost, as she fell in to my wife’s arms bawling like a baby.

“What do you mean? Leaving Dan…?! Stacy, come in, let me make you some tea…” Okay, I might… have enjoyed the next part a tad bit too loudly. But I digress.

“Dan gave me gonorrhea!” Stacy bemoaned as she buried her face in Reda’s chest when they sat on the love seat. A sound, a very curious sound could be heard in that stillness, that embarrassed silence filled room; it was the sound of a loud, echoing clap. And yeah, it was me, clapping my hands, laughing like a fool.

“Really Jerry?!” Reda gave me this look and rolled her eyes as I nodded my head very, very vehemently. I mean come on Stacy has ‘The Clap’ how could I not enjoy this interesting turn of events. “Why don’t you go and help the kids get ready for school, while I help my sister,” she said, in that cold tone of hers that I knew meant I shouldn’t push any more. Shrugging my shoulders, I didn’t really care if Stacy’s feelings got hurt at the moment.

“Come on kids, let’s leave the ‘Clapper’ and your mom alone for a bit,” I said. What can I say I was enjoying myself. Is that so wrong? I could feel my wife’s eyes burning into my back as I followed after the kids to their rooms.

“Dad?” Jason said, as he packed up his bookbag.

“Hmm?”

“Why are you being mean to Aunt Stacy?” Jason asked, he had this puzzled look on his face. How could I tell my son that his aunt raped me over three months ago and the child she was carrying was mine. I so wasn’t in the mood to have the sex talk with my son, at least not yet.

“Yeah daddy, I thought you liked her?” Beth asked, as she ran around her room. It was her normal routine slacking off, doing whatever it was that caught her fancy until it was time to go.

“Things change,” I simply stated.

“But it can’t be so bad that you hate her now, can it?” Jason asked, mimicking that cocked eyebrow of mine whenever I ask a very pointed question.

“You know… never mind, I’ll tell you when you’re older,” I sighed, rubbing my temple. I so didn’t want to get into this with my pre-teen kids. I doubt they would understand the ramifications of it at their age.

“You always…”

“Jerry!” Reda’s voice called up the stairs cutting Jason off. “Can you come down here?”

“Ten minutes,” I said, authoritatively. “Then I’m taking you to school,” I said, wearing a smirk at my kids moans as I turned to walk away.

“What is it Reda?” I asked, once I got to the first floor. Trying not to look at Stacy, at how she dabbed her eyes, nor was I trying to peer at the hump of her increased belly.

“Jerry before I tell you, I need your word that you will hear me out, okay?” I knew this couldn’t be good, otherwise Reda wouldn’t have told me to brace myself.

“Fine, what is it?” I sighed.

“Stacy needs a place…”

“No.”

“Honey let me finish,” Reda said, in a calm and stern voice. “Dan’s been put under an IA investigation for his way of looking the other way when he collared a hooker.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at that, it seems my wife found it amusing too. “Stacy doesn’t want to stay there, in that house, with him anymore. A lot has been going on that she’s kept hidden from the family. She needs a place to…”

“Why not your parents?” I asked, trying to keep Stacy out of my house.

“Don’t you think the father of her baby should be taking care of them?” Reda asked, giving me that pointed look.

“I didn’t…”

“I know baby, but it happened. Now she or he has come to be. Will you be that kind of man?” Reda asked, knowing I couldn’t say no. I’m not the kind of man who would run from my responsibilities even if it was forced upon me. “I promise Stacy won’t be a bother,” she told me, also telling me that since I haven’t asked for a divorce this was something she was going to do. So either I could put my foot down and piss off my wife and still have Stacy staying or I accept that this was going to happen, and Stacy stays anyway. I’ll just look more like a good guy with the other choice.

“Fine, not like I have a choice in the matter,” I grumbled, walking away from my wife to get my briefcase from my office. I wasn’t going to stay in that house when she was in it, at least not right then. My back stiffened when I felt my wife’s hands running up it.

“Honey, I get it. You’re mad, I know you. But she’s my family, I know, I know,” Reda whispered before I could answer. “You don’t like her all that much right now. Yet she is carrying your child, Ümraniye Escort Jerry. I know you aren’t the kind of man who abandons his own offspring. You never once let down Beth or Jason, so I know you won’t disappoint this child; and I know right now you have so much going through your head. I know this is too much given our somewhat making up, but I promise you she won’t bother you,” she said, as she placed a kiss on the back of my neck. “You have a good day,” Reda whispered in my ear as she hugged me from behind. She and Stacy waved goodbye as they stood in the doorway of my home as I backed out of the driveway.

“Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“Is Aunt Stacy going to be staying with us?” Jason asked, as he and Beth both sat in the rear seat as we waited in line to drop them off.

“Seems so.” I tried not to let my sigh touch my words.

“What happened to Uncle Dan?” Beth asked, innocently.

“The Daleks got him,” I said, peered around the seat. Smiling at my kids as they laughed at the Doctor Who joke. Then again, they did love that show. I didn’t actually mind watching it with them.

“Did they break up?” Beth asked, leave it to my daughter to hit the nail on the head.

“Seems so,” I repeated. “You two have a good day, your mom will pick you up,” I called after them as they slid out of the car once I pulled up to the curb.

“Okay!” Their voices were carried on the wind as they waved to me. Okay, yeah, my wife was right, I would miss this if I lost the ability to see the kids. I loved spending time with them. Even if it was waiting in line to drop the kids off at school.

******

Two weeks later…

My hand ran down my face as I was walking towards my bedroom. I had left early; it was getting tedious in avoiding Stacy around the house. Yet I had a feeling the entirety of that morning something was going to happen and as I walked into my bedroom… I was right.

“Really?!” I groaned as Stacy stood naked at the side of my bed her bra hanging in her hands. Staring at me with this startled look. Yet she didn’t bother to cover herself as she stood naked in my bedroom. Why would she, not like I haven’t seen it all before.

“Jerry?!” Reda’s voice echoed from in the bathroom. “Hi baby!” She smiled at me as she walked out of the bathroom fully clothed. Honestly, I didn’t know what to expect. She and her sister going to town. Moaning and whatnot in the middle of the day. Although the little spot of shaving cream on her left index finger should’ve given me a clue as to what they’d been doing. “Get dressed quickly.” I heard my wife mutter as she walked behind her sister, flashing me that smile of hers to keep my anger at bay. “I know what you’re thinking but it’s not like that I swear,” Reda stated.

“Oh? Then what is it then, if not two sisters munching each other out?”

“Perv!” Reda giggled as she slapped my shoulder hard. “We weren’t expecting you home so early… Stacy’s been itchy down there since she can’t properly shave herself,” she said, with this twinkle in her eye. “And since her antibiotics ran out today she’s all clean. Show him Stacy,” Reda said, from over her shoulder.

“I know you don’t want to see me Jerry. I understand. But this is our — Our — baby you should at least touch him or her,” Stacy said, as her hands ran over her small pooge as she walked towards the foot of the bed. Her right hand pressed down on the mattress as she lowered herself to it. “I didn’t think being pregnant would be so difficult to shave myself,” she said, milking him for sympathy, while slowly beginning to spread her legs as my wife stepped out of the way. Remembering the times in their teenage years that she and Reda would shave each other. Reda got more of a thrill out of it than she did, however, she didn’t complain with what came after it. “But thanks to my sweet older sister, I don’t have a jungle down there anymore,” Stacy giggled. “What do you think Jerry? Doesn’t it look pretty?” she asked, showing off her freshly shaved pussy. “You know when I think back to that night. When you gave me this gift,” Stacy cooed sweetly as her hand ran along her belly. “I can still feel you in here.” Her eyes meet mine daring me to look away as she spread her labia. With that I turned and walked out the door.

“Jerry!” I heard my wife calling for me. Trust me, I didn’t leave at the sight of Stacy’s cunt. I left because I was getting hard. I didn’t want Stacy to know that she had that kind of effect on me. “Don’t worry I’m sure he thought your pussy looked pretty.” I heard my wife comforting her sister as I walked down the stairs to my office. Then I heard the tears. Not my wife’s tears, Stacy’s.

“What am I going to do Reda? What if Jerry doesn’t want the baby or me?” Okay, that stopped me in my tracks. Would the child be taken care of financially, yes, would I be a father to him or her… I couldn’t answer that at the moment. Although the question remains, why would I want Stacy? I already have a wife, why would Anadolu yakası Escort I want another one?

“Give him some time Stacy.” I heard my wife say. “This is all new to Jerry… and we just got back on speaking terms…”

“But you’re getting fucked Reda! I hear it every night!” That was true. We did have sex six nights a week. Mostly it was to annoy the piss out of Stacy since she took the guest room closest to ours. Hence why I had been avoiding her so damn much. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to yell sis…”

“It’s okay Stacy, I’ve been pregnant too, you know?” Was it wrong of me to picture my wife cradling her own sister’s breasts in my mind as they talked. To squeeze those milk filled breasts to the point of her rich breastmilk squirting out. “What the fuck is wrong with me?!” I asked myself as I stood there with the heel of my hand pressing against my forehead.

“I’m just so damn fucking horny!” I heard Stacy bemoan. “Who thought being pregnant would make me like this?!”

“I could have told you that sis.” I heard Reda say as she moved about the room.

“Why did Dan have to go fuck a hooker? He knew I’d suck that cock, fuck him each and every way he wanted. Let him bury it in my ass if he wanted. Why did he have to go do that to me?!” I know it was wrong eavesdropping like I was. Yet I just couldn’t seem to move from that spot on the stairs.

“I don’t know Stacy. You know how jealous Dan was of Jerry.”

“Yeah, what’s up with that anyway? Sure, Jerry might have had to be the one that impregnated me, but Dan was on broad with the whole thing. I mean it was his own… Oh my god!”

“What?!” Okay, I too was a little curious as to what she was about to say.

“What if Dan did this to like check something off a bucket list?”

“What do you mean?” I heard my wife ask.

“You know fuck the sister, that sort of thing.”

“But Dan’s fucked me plenty of times before then.” I shook off my anger, I couldn’t go storming off when this was getting good.

“True. But that was always with a condom, this time it wasn’t. So what if he thought now that I have the baby I always wanted, he could go and dip his dick into anything that moves.”

“I don’t know sis, that’s kind of…”

“I know, I’m grasping at straws here.” I could hear the frustration in Stacy’s voice.

“How about we go out?”

“Can’t we just stay in sis? Surely, there’s enough space in this house that me and Jerry won’t bump into each other, right?” Something I had thought too, and we know how that worked out. “Plus, my ankles are swelling… How pathetic am I? I marry a man that openly cheats on me when all he has to do is wait every month and he can have all the pussy he wants. Now… Now…” I could hear her sobs building. “The father of our child can’t stand to be around me long enough to feel his own…”

“Shhh! It’s going to be okay sis.” I heard Reda comforting her sister. With that I silently eased my way down the stairs. Hoping I could hide out in my office for a while, so I could ponder on just what I overheard. It’s not like I didn’t want to feel my child moving around. It was just that… hell I can’t explain it. Sometimes I wonder if I’m actually looking back on events with rose colored glasses, you know what I mean? I know some of you would be like so go fuck her! Let her slobber all over your dick and whatnot. Yet I was still monogamous to my wife even if she wasn’t at the time. Well, you’ll see what I mean.

I don’t know why I was doing this. I mean I am a good person, or I like to think I am, as I search through WebMD to find something to help with the swelling. “God, help me,” I sighed as I read that lavender essential oil could help with it. I know if I went and got it I’d be the one putting it on her. “Fuck!” I muttered as I shot from my seat, causing my chair to roll back, pacing the room, wondering if this would lead somewhere if I did this. Like I said before Stacy is a beautiful woman and given what I heard my wife was probably brewing something in the shadows waiting to bite me in my ass. Sighing, hanging my head, knowing what my grandfather would have told me to do if I had asked him. Grabbing my keys, hoping that being the nice guy doesn’t get me screwed, literally.

“Jerry?! Where are you going? You just got home?” Reda asked, as she peered down over the banister of the mezzanine.

“I just forgot to pick up something, I shouldn’t be gone long,” I said, looking up at my wife.

“Okay…” Giving me that ‘sounds fishy but alright’ kind of look. “You be careful, okay?”

“Right,” I said, waving to her as I left the house.

It had taken me a little over an hour to return. I knew soon Reda would have to leave to pick up the kids. “God, I hope I’m doing the right thing,” I muttered to myself. I had a feeling of how this would go. Breathing out a breath, my hand rested on the curved handle, my thumb pressed down on the lever, pushing the door open. Praying my wife didn’t İstanbul Escort see too much into this. I found the foyer was empty. I heard the TV going from the den, were I had put a projector in so we could watch movies on the wall, or Netflix, whichever came first. Silently easing the door closed, trying to get this done before Reda found out that I was home. Slipping out of my shoes so the noise won’t give me away.

“Shit,” I hissed low as I stopped in the door way that led into the den. There she was — Reda!

“Hey honey!” Reda smiled lovingly at me as she turned around to peer over the back of the couch. Then I watched those eyes slowly moving down my body, “So… did you get what you needed?” Reda asked, her eyes staring at the brown paper bag in my hand. I knew she had no problem seeing the store’s logo on it. My eyes cut hard as Stacy turned in her seat. “Sweetheart, just what have you got there?”

“Wow. Jerry. I didn’t take you for a pedicure type of man,” Stacy whistled as she took note of the brown bag she had seen at a few of the salons around town. “And you… sis is that what I think it is?” Her eyes widened as the name of the establishment flashed in her eyes.

“Yes, it is, baby?!” Reda said, rising from her seat, already putting me on the defensive. “Just how did you get that bag?” she asked, her eyes darting between the bag and my face.

“The store, of course,” I rolled my eyes.

“Don’t you get smart with me, if I find out you’ve been holding out on me… I don’t know if I want to fuck you or punish you….” Reda muttered. She did truly look deep in thought about that. I have to say I was a little afraid and turned on at the same time as her finger tapped her lips as she thought on a solution. I had to act fast, had to escape before she finished.

“I got this for Stacy,” I said, holding out the bag to Reda.

“Really now?!” Reda asked, her eyebrow rose, her eyes looked at me in that kind of inquisitive lustful look as she took the bag from me. “Just what did you get?”

“They said it’s good, to help with the swelling,” I said, feeling my cheeks heat as I looked away.

“You got it for me?” Stacy asked, perking up in her seat.

“Hey!” Reda pouted as Stacy snatched the bag from her sister.

“It’s for me after all, I get peeks first,” Stacy said, with a light squeal of excitement.

“Come here baby,” Reda looked at me with those predatory, wild, hungry eyes. Her knee pressed down on the cushion of the couch as she leaned forward. “Come ‘ere for a sec.” For some odd reason it seemed my body did actually have a mind of its own as I neared my wife. Looking down as her fingers slipped inside my waistband and pulled me to her by my belt. I had forgotten how forceful she could be when she’s really turned on. “Tell me baby, just how? You know what I mean, you just can’t walk in and take one…”

“What? I like my feet, soft, something wrong with that?” I asked, shrugging. Blowing it off like it wasn’t a big deal. The act was true, it was the company that was the big deal. You could get one only if you buy something, yet in order to buy something you have to be a member, which I was. What made it so special about it? Other than, the best salon in town, that’s a long story… I looked down as her breasts swayed, locking me in that hypnotic trance.

“No, nothing wrong with that. But who got you that bag?” Reda asked, her eyes shooting towards her sister.

“She does ask a good question,” Stacy said, looking up. “Ah hell,” I groaned in my head as I felt the tide shifting out of my favor. “So just, who bought you this?”

“No one,” I sighed, “I’m a member, alright.”

“When were you going to tell me this?” Reda asked, looking hurt that I would hide this from her. It wasn’t like I knew it was popular I only went like twice a month.

“Umm… Never crossed my mind. I figured the person you go to is way better than where I go,” I said, only I knew I had to play this right. Either way, it’ll be interesting to say the least. “You never mentioned you ever wanted to go, not to me at least.”

“Jerry, tell me, just when did you join?” Reda asked, batting her eyes at me. Sweeting me up for when she asks.

“About a year before I met you, I got grandfathered in when this membership thing started,” I stated, truthfully.

“Are you telling me,” her fingers curled around my shirt, “I could have been going to it all these years?!” Reda asked, in this lustful angry purr.

“Yeah, pretty much,” I admitted. Knowing if I lied… not worth it.

“I’m not mad baby.” Reda leaned forward; her cheek brushed against mine. Her breath hot in my ear, “you’ll just have to take me tomorrow to start making up for it,” she whispered.

“Umm… I have to make an appointment like everyone else, that could take weeks, but… but…” I had to hold off that temper as I saw her eyes narrowing. “Just come with me to mine.” I noticed how Stacy looked at me when I said that.

“What do you mean, yours?” Reda asked, pressing her breasts into my chest. She knew she was playing dirty. Was I going to complain? No.

“I have the standard two appointments a month. My first one is in a few days. Just tell me what you want done and I’ll see if I can’t get you in besides what I already get.”

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The Road From Ojai Ch. 01

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Damn! That’s the problem with driving a hybrid car. You get such good mileage you stop paying attention to the gas gauge.

Now here we were, my wife Angel and I, out of gas and miles from nowhere on a desolate country road, somewhere outside of Ojai.

There were no signs of civilization anywhere and it was getting dark. To make things worse, it was beginning to rain.

We tried to use our cell phone but we got a “no service” message on the screen.

“There is some kind of light about a half a mile down the road, maybe they have a phone we can use. Stay here and I’ll hike down there.” I explained to my wife.

“No way,” she replied “I’m going with you. I’m not going to sit here and wait for you; it’s too dark and spooky!”

We both started hiking down the road toward the light, gas-can in hand. Then the rain started to come down in sheets and we were both completely soaked by the time we reached the cabin.

There was a sign on the front of the small ranch-style cabin that read “The Orchid Club.” Another smaller sign below it said, “Members Only.”

We knocked at the front door and were greeted by a beautiful young girl of about 19. She looked at me disapprovingly and then at Angel. Her attitude changed when she saw my wife and invited us in.

I quickly explained the situation but she never took her eyes off Angel.

She then replied, “First we need to get you out of those wet cloths and taking Angel by the hand, led us through a dark crowded room to a rear room.

She gave us both robes and requested we remove our soaked clothing so çekmeköy escort she could put them in the drier.

I felt a little self conscience stripping down in front of this beautiful young girl but she never glanced my way. She was too busy looking at my gorgeous wife.

We toweled dry and put on the robes. My robe was black velvet that reached to my knees. Angel’s was a silk Kimono-like robe that seemed rather transparent and barely covered her sweet bubble butt.

She then took Angel’s hand again and led us back into the main room to a table next to a fireplace. She left us sitting there while she went to fetch us something to drink to warm us up.

As our eyes became accustom to the light we began to take notice of our surroundings. It was amazing!

The room resembled the inside of an Indian Temple. Beautiful tapestries’, water fountains, exotic paintings, and large Persian print cushions.

The smell of scented oils filled the room and new age, jazz music played softly through a dozen speakers on the walls. It was like stepping into another world.

I then noticed the other people in the room. They were all women, young women, old women, some in exotic attire, and others almost or completely nude.

Angle and I realized then we had stubbed onto some kind of lesbian club or retreat.

Angel has never had a lesbian experience although we have often discussed it and she is a big admirer of the female form.

I was sure if the right opportunity presented itself, she would probably go with it.

The young girl returned cevizli escort with our drinks, some kind of apricot brandy that really warmed us up as it ran down our throats.

“There’s bread and fruit on that table, help yourselves. Not much chance of getting any mechanical help tonight. You can call in the morning for a tow truck.

In the meantime, please be our guests. There is a foldout bed in the back you can sleep on tonight.” She explained.

We sat at the table, drinking our brandy, just taking in the activity in the room. It seemed there was quite an eclectic group of women surrounding us, everything from biker-types to ultra-fem.

Some of the women were dancing, some making love, others just sitting and drinking, but most were looking at Angel (fresh meat).

Finally one of the ladies, a tall dark beauty in leather walked over to our table and completely ignoring me, asked my wife to dance.

Angel is a very outgoing, courteous woman. She smiled at me, took her hand and allowed herself to lead onto the dance floor.

As I watched them sway to the gentle jazz music, it seemed that Angel was being drawn closer and closer to her partner.

I noticed the leather lady’s hands resting just below my wife’s waistline, slowly working their way down to her firm round buttocks.

I found myself becoming aroused at the erotic scene I was witnessing. Angel was falling into an almost trance like state.

Then I saw another woman come up from behind and sandwich her between herself and the other woman. They both were stroking and erenköy escort kissing my wife.

I could hear Angel’s audible sighs as she closed her eyes and let the two women have their way with her.

Soon the three women were edging their way toward a large table. At some point my Angel’s robe had fallen away and she was totally naked for all to see.

The two women gently laid my beautiful, nude wife on the table like she was some kind of feast while other women in the room moved quickly, surrounding the table as if preparing to devourer her.

I became somewhat alarmed, not sure if they intended to harm her, but Angel’s moans reassured me she was totally enjoying herself.

A plump, buxom little blond girl came up behind me and whispered into my ear, “Don’t worry, your lady is going to love this, just enjoy the show.”

And enjoy the joy, I did. I had never seen Angel so turned on. She was moaning and sighing as each woman, touched, licked and caressed a different part of her body.

Hands, lips, fingers and tongues were covering her body from head to toe. I could see her trembling with delight.

One of the women was sucking her clit while two others worked on her nipples. Then I heard it. It was the loudest, longest orgasm my sweet wife had ever had.

He moans could be heard throughout the room and I’m sure, throughout the country side. I could hear other women moaning in unison as they all came together in kind of a climatic frenzy.

I then realized my hand was gripping my engorged cock as I squeezed my own cum out on to my legs.

After a long silence followed by laughter, Angel was given her robe, and brought back to our table. I held her in my arms. We did not talk. There was nothing to say.

Soon another woman came up to the table and asked Angel, “Would you like to dance?”

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The spa was empty when I emerged from the swimming pool. I quickly relaxed and shrugged off the pressures of another day in the warm bubbling water. With my eyes closed my mind wandered over the previous week and the weekend about to begin.

I opened my eyes at the sound of voices. Two women were stepping into the spa across from me. The blonde with the very short bobbed hair and pale smooth skin was wearing a skimpy bikini. Her breasts were medium sized and appeared firm, the nipples showing through the sheer material. Her companion is shorter, a slim body covered by a black one piece that rides high on her hips. Her hair is black and very long, almost reaching her waist, her skin a dark tanned bronze.

They slip into the water and move to one side, near where I lay. They relax in the foam and chat idly about their work and their boyfriends. I have closed my eyes but continue to listen as they talk. The dark haired girl’s name is Claire, her companion’s Julie. Their voices drop in volume slightly, and by straining slightly I realise that they are talking about sex.

Julie tells Claire that her boyfriend, Steve, doesn’t seem to enjoy going down on her, and that as a result it takes her a while before she comes. She adds that when she does finally come its not really that much of a release, sometimes leaving her more frustrated than before they started. Claire responds by asking Julie if she has ever experienced an orgasm at the hands of a woman. There is a total silence, punctured only by the sound of the spa jets and splashing water. I feel a tingle between my legs. I cautiously open one eye to confirm they are both still there. Julie looks slightly embarrassed but is smiling.

‘No I haven’t,’ she responds. “In fact I’ve only been with one other man other than Steve.’ Claire shakes her head in disapproval.

‘When someone goes down on you it should be great. Ataşehir Escort When a women goes down on you it should be heaven.’

‘Have you been with another woman?’ Julie asks. Claire nods. Apart from Geoff, I regularly sleep with a girlfriend I’ve known for a couple of years. A woman is different, more sensitive and definitely more understanding of another woman’s desires. You should try it sometime.’

Another silence. I open my eyes and see that they are kissing. Claire is in front of Julie, their lips lightly touching, eyes closed. Julie leans her head back and Claire gently slides her mouth down onto the throat exposed to her. Her tongue slides across Julie’s creamy skin, down to her breasts, the tops of which are above the water. Claire’s eyes open and meet mine. She pauses, but I mouth at her not to stop.

She eases Julie up so that her breasts are clear of the water and begins kissing the flesh exposed by the skimpy material. Julie’s nipples are hard, protruding clearly. I slowly move towards them as Claire gently strokes one nipple then the other with her tongue. Julie moans in pleasure. I move next to Claire, and my thighs touch hers under the water. Claire moves to one side and then deftly slips Julie’s top off, revealing her perfect breasts with small pink nipples. I can feel my nipples pushing strongly against the fabric of my swimsuit.

Together we begin touching, stroking and kissing Julie’s breasts and neck. At my first touch she gasps and opens her eyes. She is too excited to say anything and watches as I gently suck her nipple into my mouth. Claire moves Julie onto the edge of the spa, removing her bikini bottoms as she does. At once she is between her legs, her tongue searching below the blonde hair for Julie’s clit. Julie softly shrieks in pleasure and spreads her legs widely. I watch as Claire’s tongue flicks up and down across Kadıköy Escort the clit, then slips into her pussy. I kiss Julie, her mouth soft and yielding, her tongue small and soft against mine.

Julie comes, her body jerking in spasms as the orgasm rolls through her. She begins to kiss me more positively as she regains control, and then I feel a hand on my thigh. Claire is behindme, pressing her body against mine, her hands roaming across my behind, up my back and around the front to cup my breasts. Julie helps her remove my swimsuit, her own hands exploring my breasts, gently pinching and squeezing the hard nipples.

Claire turns me so that I face her, resting against the wall of the spa. She takes me in her arms and we kiss passionately, her tongue invading my mouth, a hard hot pointed snake. She forces her leg between my thighs and rubs it against my clit. My body tingles with excitement. Julie is back in the water, next to me. The three of us kiss, tongues entwined, hands roaming freely. Claire is now naked, her small firm breasts with their chocolate brown nipples in my hands, then my mouth.

Claire lifts my legs onto her shoulders, kneeling in the spa. I am forced to hold the sides to avoid slipping under the water. Julie puts an arm under me and begins to lick my neck, mouth and breasts. Claire’s tongue pushes into me like a man’s cock, hard and long. I thrust back against her mouth. Her tongue searches for my clit and she alternates between sucking it and flicking it with the tip of her tongue. I come violently, only saved from drowning by Julie’s supporting arms.

We are suddenly aware of a fourth presence and open my eyes to see him. He is tall and muscular, his body pumped up after a heavy session in the gym. His dark hair falls below his shoulders in ringlets. His skin is a deep brown. The head of his erect cock protrudes from below Bostancı Escort the water. Claire slides from between my legs and he replaces her. His strong hands grip my thighs and he allows Claire’s hand to guide him into my pussy. He slowly strokes in and out, each thrust rubbing my clit. Claire and Julie caress my body with one hand and his body with the other. He begins to increase his pace, building my excitement as he does so. Julie moves next to him and licks his chest, her pale skin contrasting with his deep tan.

Julie kisses him, their tongues visibly entwining. Claire slides down my body and begins to flick my clit in rhythm with his stokes. I come again, thrusting down on his cock in ecstasy.

He slips out of me and I collapse against the spa wall. Julie and Claire move to him and begin to lick his cock. He sits next to me to give them access and begins to kiss me passionately. His hands fondle my breasts as the two women run their tongues up and down his shaft and gently suck on the head. Then Julie slides his entire length into her mouth and throat. He moans and tenses his body. I slide back into the water and join them and the three of us alternately lick and suck him. Finally he announces that his is about to come, wraps his hand around his shaft and begins to pull himself. His come sprays across our faces and upper bodies, hot and sticky. His come is intense and long. Finally he stops and slips into the water. He kisses each of us gently, then leaves without a word. ‘Yum,’ is all I can say.

Claire sits on the side of the spa and Julie slides between her legs to taste her first woman. I allow my tongue to guide Julie’s, moving to Claire’s slit and gently into her pussy. She is very wet, the excitement of going down on both Julie and I is very obvious. Julie is soon using her tongue like an expert, Claire enjoying the experience with her head thrown back and eyes closed. She comes strongly in one long contraction. Claire leans forward and kisses each of us in turn to say thanks. Then they leave, and I return to my spot at the edge of the spa. The water massages my body. I feel very relaxed, satisfied and ready for the weekend ahead.

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“Mikki,” Caz asked?

“Yeah, babe?”

“I’ve been thinking.”

“Always a dangerous thing,” I said, cheekily.

“Yeah, whatever. Seriously, I’ve been thinking about what happens next.”

“What do you mean, what happens next?”

“Well, you are really beautiful but I was thinking of stepping it up a notch.”

My wife Caz is the most beautiful woman I know. I love her with all my heart. She is sexually voracious. We played a little game a while ago. She saw how turned on I got when she treated me like a bitch so we decided that I would become hers, bitch, that is.

She took on a lover and had me clean her out afterwards. Then she got him and his friends to fuck me too. That was when I first transformed from Michael into Mikki. You see, they weren’t gay so I needed to dress as a woman to enjoy their services.

Her lover Antwan got a little too possessive of Caz so we moved. She got a promotion at work and I started my own business and we decided to live together as women. Caz was definitely all woman but I was a cross dresser.

Since we moved we found a new group of guys to fuck and suck together. I am a financial planner and we met a group of male strippers, Man Oh Man. There are twelve guys and all of them have fucked us both.

So when Caz talked about stepping it up a notch I was nervous and excited at the same time.

She said, “We look almost like sisters in both size and shape in all areas except one. I have boobs and you don’t. I think you should get some.”

“What, go on hormones and grow some? I dunno about that Caz. I happen to like fucking you.”

We had a great sex life away from all the guys and I really did like to fuck her.

“No, silly, I’m not prepared to give up your cock just yet. I mean implants. They can do really good ones now and you can’t really tell the difference any more.”

“I dunno, babe. It seems like a really big step.”

“Yeah, but what a step, Mikki. Just imagine yourself with tits. The guys will go mental.”

“Yeah, they will won’t they.”

“At least think seriously about it, Mikki,” Caz implored.

“Oh, I’ll definitely think about it babe. I probably won’t be able to think about anything else!”

About a week later, I told Caz that I wanted the implants. She was overjoyed.

“I know a doctor who will do them without asking too many questions, straight away. I’ll make an appointment today.”

Meanwhile our sex life was great. Jamaal had taken a real shine to Caz. He had asked her out and they had a great time. I always got the whole story from Caz when she got home, while I cleaned Jamaal’s cum from her freshly fucked pussy.

We had sessions with some of the Man Oh Man dancers, and we had one memorable session with all twelve of them. We were full of cum that night and spent hours afterwards cleaning each other up.

The day came when I was scheduled for my ‘breast augmentation’ surgery, my boob job. I was so excited I hardly slept the night before. Caz was the same. She was so looking forward to her husband being one step closer to her lesbian lover.

The procedure was short. The doctor fikirtepe escort went in through the crease of my underarms so the scars wouldn’t be noticeable. I emerged from surgery with a beautiful pair of C-cup breasts. I was ecstatic and when I showed them to Caz for the first time, Caz was ecstatic too.

“How long until we can play with them,” Caz asked?

“The doc said a week to ten days, but sooner than that if we’re careful.”

I was home the next day and spent my day looking at my new breasts. I was falling in love with them. Caz was too. A couple of days later while they were in bed, Caz cuddled up to Me and reached around to feel her new breasts.

“That feels wonderful,” I murmured.

“Feels pretty good to me too,” replied Caz.

I rolled over to lie on my back. Immediately Caz leant in and kissed my new boobs. I let out a contented sigh. My cock was swelling too. Caz saw this and leaned down to grab it. She started to massage it while sucking on my nipples, first one, then the other. Her other hand went to her pussy. She found her clit and rubbed it. Both felt the pressure of orgasm building up. Caz sent herself over the edge and I came almost immediately. I spurted over my new tits. Caz took great delight in licking them clean.

It wasn’t long before the boys came over to play. Jamaal, Ishmael, Tony and James arrived. Caz and I had dressed up for them. Caz was wearing pink bra and panties, with the same coloured stockings and suspender belt. I went for black. I wore a demi bra to show off my new tits, matching suspender belt, knickers and stockings. Both wore stiletto heels, Caz in pink and me in black.

Our make-up matched our outfits. Caz went for soft pastel colours whereas I went for dramatic red lips with dark eyes. The boys were impressed.

It wasn’t long before Caz had mounted Jamaal’s cock and I had Tony up my ass. We both had a cock in our mouths. Such was our skill; Ishmael and James came first, blowing their loads into two wet, willing mouths. While the other two continued fucking them, Caz and I shared the cum in our mouths with a passionate kiss. This was too much for Jamaal and Tony. They both came within half a minute of each other. Both of us came as well. We then cleaned each other up with our tongues.

This went on for hours. Caz and I had all four boys fuck us and were blown by us more than once. Finally, sometime after midnight, they were spent. Caz and I went to bed arm in arm. Sometime during the night the boys let themselves out and went home.

The following day Tony rang me. He asked me out to dinner. This was the first time any of the men they had fucked had asked me out alone. They usually wanted to be seen with Caz and just fuck me. I was almost overcome with joy as she accepted Tony’s invitation.

Dinner was to be on the following Saturday, three days away. I was so excited while I planned my outfit. I knew it wouldn’t be just dinner but some raw sex afterwards too. I tried to get Caz involved in choosing my wardrobe but she didn’t really want to help.

Saturday came and I got myself ready. I was really careful with gebze escort my make-up. I decided to try the pastel colours that Caz looked so good in. So I went for soft purple and pink eyes, pink blush and bright pink lips. My outfit was a light purple pencil skirt and top, both of which were quite tight and showed my figure off. My underwear consisted of a pink push up bra, pink boy panties, and pink garter belt and stockings. I had pink stilettos on too.

I emerged from the bedroom to show off to Caz. “How do I look, babe,” I asked?

Caz hardly looked at me. “You look fine. I’m sure Tony will love it.”

It was a nice thing to say but something troubled me about her tone.

“You OK babe,” I asked?

“I’m fine,” she replied.

With that she went into the bedroom. I followed her.

“Wait up for me,” I asked?

“I’m pretty tired, Mikki. I might be asleep.”

That seemed strange. Every time she had been out on a date and fucked someone I had waited up for her and cleaned her out while she told me all about it. It was a really important part of the whole ‘outside the marriage’ sex thing.

I was too excited to worry too much about it though. Moments later Tony arrived. He kissed me firmly when I opened the door and we left.

We went to a really nice steak restaurant but there was a sexual undercurrent between us. We ate quickly, skipped dessert, paid for the meal and left. Tony took me back to his place.

When we walked in the door, Tony kissed me hard on the mouth, our tongues entwining. He undid my skirt and took it off. Then he unbuttoned my top and it fell to the ground. I undid hid pants and let them fall to the ground too. He kicked them off. His shirt soon followed.

We held each other just in our underwear. Tony removed my bra and sighed. “They’re beautiful, Mikki, just like you.”

He laid me down on his bed and kissed and sucked my nipples for ages. While he did that he grabbed my cock and played with it. I grabbed his too and played with it. Eventually I wormed my way down to his crotch and I took his beautiful 9 inched into my mouth. Surprisingly, he took my cock into his mouth too. I’d never had that happen before with any of the guys we had fucked. It was exquisite. He really knew what he was doing.

It didn’t take long for my first orgasm to mount. Tony kept on sucking and eventually drank down all of my cum. Not long after I did the same for him. We took a short break and just lay there in each other’s arms. It felt really good.

After a while Tony rolled me onto my stomach and got me ready for a good fucking. He lubed his cock and my ass and then entered me with tenderness. It felt amazing. He fucked me slowly and lovingly. His cock massaged my prostate and I was really hard.

We fucked for a little while like this then Tony started speeding up and humping me harder and harder. I was on the verge of cumming when he let out a roar. The feeling of his cum in my ass pushed me over the edge and I came all over the bed.

We collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. I think I slept for a while. I woke and was laying with his arms around içerenköy escort me, spooning me. He was awake too. “I should get home, Tony. Caz is expecting me.”

I really didn’t want to move but knew I should. Tony didn’t want to either but he respected Caz and me too much to argue the point.

“OK beautiful, let’s get you home.”

It was about twelve thirty when I arrived home. After kissing Tony goodbye I went inside. There weren’t any lights on. I went to our bedroom. Caz was asleep. I sat on the bed and gently shook her by the shoulder.

“Babe, are you awake?”

“Not now,” she replied.

“Sorry, babe but I’ve just gotten home and wanted to tell you all about it straight away.”

“Mikki, I was sleeping. Can’t it wait until the morning?”

“Oh…OK…umm…I’ll just go have a shower then.”

I was crying by the time I got to the bathroom. I removed my make-up, not an easy task while crying, I can tell you. Then I showered making sure my ass was especially clean. Caz obviously didn’t want to go there.

I went back into the bedroom. Caz was fast asleep. I crawled into bed and closed my eyes. Sleep wouldn’t come. I was upset with Caz. She didn’t react the way I thought she would, either tonight, or while I was getting ready. She was acting really strangely.

I slept poorly for most of the night and as a result didn’t get out of bed until about midday. “I was wondering when I’d see you,” Caz remarked.

“I didn’t sleep too well, Caz.”

“I wonder why,” she said.

“Caz, what’s wrong? You’ve been in a funny mood all week.”

“Nothing.”

“Yeah, right, nothing’s wrong. You weren’t at all excited for me when Tony asked me out. You didn’t really care what I wore, and you didn’t stay up until I got home last night.”

“It was late and I was tired.”

“OK but what about before. You hardly spoke to me before last night. What’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on, Mikki.”

“Bullshit, Caz, I know you too well. Come on, talk to me. What is it?”

“I was jealous, OK. I know I had no right to be but I was. There, are you happy now?”

“No I’m not happy. Caz, why didn’t you say something? I had no idea.”

“Because it was stupid. I had no right to be jealous after what you’ve let me do. But I really was. I love you so much Mikki and I couldn’t stand you being alone with someone else.”

“Caz, I love you too, really love you. You know, our situation, our life, is because I love you so much. You wanted to try all of this and I was happy to try it too. I love it, and I love being Mikki. But if you said to me right now that you want to stop and that you want Michael back, I’d give it up straight away. I’d have more surgery to get rid of these boobs, give you all of my clothes and become Michael again. I love you Caz and I’ll do anything to make you happy. If that means no more one on one dates, then so be it. I’ll be happy for you to keep going out if that is what you want. It’s all for you, Caz, because I love you.”

Caz had tears rolling down her face. “Really? You’d really give all this up if I asked you to? Oh, Mikki, I’ve been such a bitch. I’m sorry, my love, I’m so sorry. No, I don’t want to change anything. I love you, Mikki. If you want more dates then I’ll just have to deal with it.”

“Caz I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I know Mikki. Now, take me to bed and hurt me in a good way.”

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I want to tie you to a chair and strip for you. Sit on the bed in front of you and slowly spread my legs so you can see my wet and needy naked little pussy. I would deny you all touching. I would just let you watch. I would sit there and start rubbing my pussy. Spreading it so you can see. Push my body forward and my head back. Begging and screaming as I cum so hard for your eyes. My juices running and shooting all over the bed.

Then I would rub a hand through the wetness and prowl over to you. I would put my hand so close to your face that you can smell me, but not taste me. I would tease you so badly. Once you start begging I would turn around and walk back to the bed. I would crawl onto it and push my ass up so you get a good view of my pussy. Then you could see my hands slide between my legs with my red little friend. The lips spread and my didlo sliding in.

You are begging me to untie you. Your cock is hard in your lap and you are oozing precum. I go on teasing and playing. I want you so needy of me. I want you thinking you are going to die if you don’t get me before I let you loose. You can see me fucking my pussy with my dildo, moaning in pleasure. My hand moves faster and I start growling. Your eyes plead. Guttural moans of lust escape your lips. I explode again and you see milky creamy cum run along my hand and leg. As you see me explode your cock explodes into the air.

Your hot cum spurts out all over your chest, stomach, thighs and floor. I tiger over to you and see you still hard. A very devious smile appears on Ataşehir Escort my lips. So fucking hard and so very sensitive. I move up and my pussy goes just above your cock. My cum drips down into your lap, but none of my body touches you.

You plead “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Mistress! Please let me cummmm! I sooooooo desperately need to cum for my beautiful sultry pet. You are soooooooooo fucking beautiful.” I play with you more. Let you beg. I moan and tell you how much I love to hear you beg for me. Your hands press up and you notice that the rope I tied you with is starting to loosen. I move forward again, put my hands on the bed and bend over. Wriggling my ass and teasing you.

You recognize that the slave shall soon become the master. I don’t know you are starting to free and play with you more. Unbeknownst to me the rope comes free, but you sit still letting me revel in the seductive tease. I spread my legs slightly, my hand opening my pussy. As you now know that you are in control, you continue to plead and beg but this time with the confidence of a jungle cat on the hunt. I put a knee on the bed and my pussy opens wide. You are now toying with the hunter whom is now the prey. Letting me believe that the trap I am weaving is working. I hear you moan and laugh out.

Before I can react I feel you grab my breasts and as you bite down savagely into my neck, just at the point where it meets my sultry shoulders, your hard massive cock pierces deep and quickly into my tight wet pussy causing me to scream in shock and Bostancı Escort pain and pleasure. You pull at my breasts and twist and yank on my hard nipples. You bite me more with savage urgency to match the powerful driving force of your massive hard cock. Over and over. Harder and harder. Quicker and quicker. You pound into my virgin depths.

My hands claw into the sheet and I feel blood run along my neck where you are biting me. I moan out in pure animalistic pleasure. The pain deep in my body is making me crazy with lust. Between bites you tongue and taste my flesh as your fucking intensifies. The taste of my blood sends you into a rage. You can feel the woman beneath you turn into a wild tigress. You rip at my now sore and tender breasts as you thrust up deep inside me more and more.

I start growling and biting at every piece of you that I can reach, as you hold me tightly and firmly beneath you. Seeing your tigress get wild you feed me your hand and fingers to suck on in a futile attempt to muffle my moans. The more I fight and bite, the more you throw into me and while trying to pin me, you move with me to keep the onslaught into me going. Harder and harder you thrust into me. Faster and faster now you fuck me. You know exactly that if you let me loose now that I would claw you to pieces.

Your only thought is to take me and fuck me. Only then will you be able to sate the lust, which presently overpowers you. My mind has turned off. My body took over. You tell me that the pain I elicit from you is that Kadıköy Escort of your soul longing to be in me. Completing us and making us one. You can feel my whole body tense up and shudder. My growls get lower. My knuckles turn white in the sheets and I start screaming.

“Yes yes yessssssss,” you say in-between bites as I scream in ecstasy. While now towering above me and slamming all your massive hardness inside me like a jackhammer. You know that I am about to cum. My muscles grab your cock tightly. Tears are running down my face and I scream so hard that my voice breaks and fails me. You take my ass cheeks in each hand and rise over me. Whilst gripping my ass tight you pound into me. Over and over. Harder and harder. You feel my pussy gripping at your cock. You slam with greater urgency as I now feel you swell inside me.

My head throws back against your shoulder and I explode onto your cock. My body shudders again and again. You hold me tightly to you. You feel my hot wet juices coat and run up and down your thrusting cock. You grip my ass real hard and give one final thrust burying your massive cock up to your swollen balls and erupt with a force that causes me to jump, squeal and slide forward. Cumming deep inside my body. Each eruption from your cock of its hot creamy cum sends another wave crashing through me, causing your cock to erupt till eternity. My whole body shakes. I just can’t stop.

My tears fall from my face onto the bed. My voice is gone. As you are cumming inside me, I feel the sweat from your head drip upon my arched back. It’s running from our bodies. Every part of me is aching and my clit and pussy feel raw from the loving you have just given me. Just before you finish with your plentiful spurts you yank your cock from within me and splash the final few spurts onto my body.

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Wayne followed the path toward a hedgerow, and through a carved entrance. The excitement of the gangbang and sights of this strange kingdom had Wayne’s cock at full erection as he entered the square. There were six rows of at least sixty female slaves. They all stood straight, their arms folded with hands behind their backs and feet spread slightly wider than their shoulders. They were neatly arranged in ranks from tallest to shortest. There were of all hair colors, some long and some cut short, some were even completely bald. Some of the slaves had thick, curly bushes, others were shaven completely and silky smooth.

Wayne walked by the first row of slaves, their bodies were coated with perspiration, no doubt from having to wait under the bright sun, and all their nipples erect. He noticed a slight response from some of them as he passed, with their eyes lowered it was a cinch that the reaction was a result of his bobbing erection. He stopped in front of a blonde slave and thrust his fingers into her crotch. She reacted by pushing her pussy toward him, his fingers slipped deeply inside her, then she clamped her well-trained muscles around them. A slight moan came from her lips as he wiggled them about within the wet, velvety walls of her cunt before removing them. He raised them to his nose, her scent was wonderful.

He stepped to the next one, her breasts were nice, not too large, with large erect nipples. Her hips were widely curved and her bush trimmed tightly so not to conceal her pouting puss lips, but long enough to be soft. He raised his hand to her face, his wet fingers traced her lips. She opened her mouth and Wayne slipped them inside, the slave girl sucked the slick juices from them immediately. Wayne removed his fingers from her mouth and turned her, she bent forward and reached around her hips to spread the cheeks of her ass. Her anus was a wrinkled dark ring. Wayne raised his slick finger to the pucker and eased it inside, she responded by pushing her buttocks back until his finger was fully impaled inside her rectum. A sigh came from her lips as he removed it. He stepped to the next and raised his hand, she opened her lips to eagerly sucked his finger clean.

Wayne stepped to the next slave, she was completely bald and wore an orange collar. “Why is this one bald, and why is her collar orange?” he asked the guide.

“This one is just out of training, Sir. All slaves are shaven completely when they enter training. The color of her collar designates her rank and the duties she performs.”

“If she is just out of training, why is she considered to be one of the best slaves in the village?”

“Test her, Sir.”

Wayne took both her stiff nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, he pinched and slowly lifted, pulling her breasts higher on her chest as his grip tightened. Soon the slave girl stood on her tiptoes, Wayne lifted harder as though trying to make her float. She gave no expression and made no sound. He released her and reached between her thighs, they were soaking wet with her arousal. His fingers slipped between the smoothly shaven lips of her cunt to find it sloppy wet, a finger entered her. He detected a slight moan as his finger sank inside her, her pussy was tight and molten velvet inside, and then she squeezed his finger. There was no doubt that she would be a fantastic sex partner, but, how submissive was she?

Wayne turned the guide and leaned her forward, he pointed to her upturned ass. “Suck it,” he ordered.

Without hesitation the slave girl dropped to her knees and buried her face between the guide’s rounded cheeks. Her appetite seemed ravenous, munching and sucking hungrily at the guide’s asshole. “Queen her,” Wayne directed.

The guide immediately pushed the girl to the ground and straddled her face, then sat her cunt and ass on it. She ground her hips, ground her asshole into the young girl’s mouth and her cunt onto her nose. This went on for some time, the slave girl unable to breathe, but she continued to hungrily feast on the guide’s succulent flesh. Wayne lifted the guide up and the girl gasped for breath, her face red with the veins of her neck pulsing. “A switch!” he called as the slave girl rose to her feet assuming the position again.

The guide clapped her hands and a variety of switches were rushed to Wayne. He chose one about a foot long and thinner than a number two pencil. The slave girl stood still, her hands behind her back with her breasts thrust out proudly. He swung the switch, it swished slicing through the air and struck the erect nipple of her right breast. He continued to switch the nipple with about ten smart strokes before moving to the left nipple. The slave girl remained still, though she had begun to tremble. Wayne stepped to her side and began switching her right buttock. He delivered twenty-five fast, smart strokes to it before moving on to the left. The girl still seemed in control, though her breathing coming in fast gasps now. Next Wayne concentrated on the backs acıbadem escort of her thighs. He switched down one and up the other, and then began again. The girl took more than fifty lashes from the switch before he moved on, all in silence.

Stepping in front of her, Wayne instructed her to bend her knees. She obeyed, sinking slightly as her knees bent and her legs opened wider. Wayne’s target was the tender insides of her thighs. He left them bright red when he moved on to her cunt. If she could withstand this onslaught, she was truly a very well trained slave. The slave girl still had not uttered a single word, her body was red where Wayne had switched her, and her flesh must have been on fire. He aimed the switch at the juncture of her pouting cunt lips and tender thighs with the first strokes. Then he moved in both directions, a couple landing between the swollen lips striking her throbbing clit, which have most certainly felt like a hot coal pressed against it.

Wayne handed the switch to the guide, then grabbed the slave girl’s neck. He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her as his other hand slipped back between her soaked thighs. The girl was even wetter now, her pussy so slick his fingers slipped inside her without any resistance at all. She moaned softly into her Master’s mouth as she clamped her vaginal muscles around his finger. She was indeed a very good slave, if not the best.

“Bring this slave to as many orgasms as she desires,” Wayne instructed the black slave girl beside her. Her response was without hesitation, jumping to her knees before her sister to eagerly press her face between her thighs. The bald slave yelped feeling her burning inner thighs, then moaned softly as the black slave began to smack.

Wayne walked to the end of the row and turned, looking at all the tits and pussies at his command. He stepped to the next row and looked down it. More naked breasts, uncovered pussies and rounded asscheeks filled his vision. He had never experienced this feeling before, it felt great. He walked through the rest of the rows, testing a few more pussies and anuses. He then dismissed the ranks and watched as they hurried back to their duties, with bouncing breasts and jiggling asscheeks.

“All pets with pubis will be smoothly shaven immediately,” he instructed the guide. “I want no stubble, and that includes the entire crotch region, legs below the knee and underarms. The only hair allowed is on the head, and the fine hairs on the upper thighs and arms.”

“Master, it will be as you command,” the guide replied.

The guide’s words reinforced his feelings of dominance “Now I want to see more of my kingdom.”

“As you wish, Master.”

Wayne headed along the path through the village. It was beautiful, flowers were everywhere as well as naked women sunning themselves or tending to chores. The guide followed behind, not too close and yet not too far, she stayed just where Wayne could feel her presence. He followed the path to its end. The building before him was enormous. Great pillars lined the steps that led to two large, heavy wooden doors, Wayne somehow felt it was made for him.

“Master, this is where all your special ceremonies are held, it is the Grand Hall,” the guide informed.

Wayne walked up the stone steps, the guide bolted before him and struggled to open the door open for his entrance. He entered to find an enormous single room filled with slaves. The interior was grand, a large throne rested atop a high platform, which contained three flights of six steps that ascended to it. Wayne walked the steps and sat in the huge chair, the guide followed and knelt at his left side, sitting on her folded feet with her hands folded behind her back.

The guide explained, “Almost every event has a ceremony attached, changing of the seasons, holidays, birthdays, and inductions of new members. All of our ceremonies relay our submissiveness and include orgies……..and floggings and whippings, of course.”

“Disobedience is not a normal cause for a ceremony, punishment is dealt swiftly and justly. But the problem slaves are confined in solitary until the ceremony, and then bound to these pillars. Their punishment begins the ceremony and serves as a warning to the others watching not to disobey. In severest of cases, the entire stable of slaves give a couple of lashes to the offender.”

“Master, the Mistress of your slaves will join you shortly. She serves in your place here while you are away. Oh, here she comes now, Master.”

The guide slipped from the side of the throne and took a position on the bottom step with her head bowed. The Mistress walked up the steps to him. She was more dressed than earlier, Wayne figured it was due to the night’s festivities. She sank to her knees at his feet and pressed her head between his ankles and kissed his them.

“Master, I’m the Mistress of your village. This village now belongs to you, every stone and slave in it. You must choose a symbol for atalar escort your slaves to show your ownership of them.”

Wayne thought about her words. The one symbol that stuck in his mind was a butterfly, the symbol of rebirth. All these women had indeed been reborn, from one life into this one.

“I think a butterfly will be the symbol, ” he told her. “My symbol is the butterfly.”

“Master, it will be as you wish, each slave will wear the mark of your symbol, the butterfly. All harnesses and uniforms shall bear your symbol, as well as the buildings.”

The guide stood and for some reason, Wayne thought he should follow her and did. “Wait, I shall return,” he instructed the Mistress.

He followed her to a building where inside he saw that the symbol was already being worked on. Two were being made. When the design suited Wayne they began working on the irons and shields. The guide escorted him back to his throne where Wayne discovered that the Mistress had disappeared ignoring his direct orders.

“What is your opinion of your present Mistress?”

“Master she is really a fine Mistress,” the guide defended.

“Yes….but she seems to lack the proper respect for her new Master.”

“Mistress is very fair to your slaves….except maybe for the practice of the tasks. She will also be hard to caution right now.”

“I’m the Master here and she will do as she is told or feel the uninhibited whip of the unleashed Disciplinant, or worse return to training. She is not a simple slave girl, but a leader, and leaders do so through example.”

“Master, would you care to see the Mistress’ quarters?” the guide asked mischievously.

“Yes, I would like that very much.”

the guide escorted Wayne to a building that was just short of magnificent. She held the door as he entered. He saw that three slave girls were busy servicing the Mistress on her bed. When the intrusion was discovered, he was greeted by the scream of the Mistress questioning who dared to disturb her.

“You might better learn the proper way to address your Master,” Wayne cautioned. “Your words sound very disobedient to me, in fact I think they deserve punishment.” The three slaves that were servicing her immediately slipped to the floor onto their knees.

“Master, please forgive me. I had no idea you would call on me.”

“Appears you are not the best of this Master’s ranks, you are nothing more than a disobedient slave in need of punishment! Stand and bend over the edge of the bed. Prepare your ass for a whipping from this guide!” The Mistress stood as ordered, her eyes filled with humiliation as she assumed the prescribed position.

The guide walked to the side of her raised buttocks. “You had better blister those cheeks good or you will find yourself in that position before the Disciplinant,” Wayne sternly warned. “She will receive twenty-five strokes.”

The lashes were firm but not abusive. Red marks appeared on the Mistress’ rounded buttocks in the form of the guide’s hand. The Mistress’ cheeks were very firm, not much jiggle despite the assault on them. She made no sound other than to moan as her hips wiggled from side to side. The claps became sharp and deeper, informing Wayne that the guide was indeed spanking her Mistress as he had instructed. The Mistress’ legs began to tremble around the fifteenth smack, the guide began to wince with every stroke due to her burning hand. The Mistress’ cheeks grew red and he new they were on fire. The guide paused between the last five swats to rub and knead her Mistress’ asscheeks. Wayne wasn’t sure if she were doing this to give the Mistress a more painful punishment or buying time to soothe her burning hand. After the lashes were complete the Mistress fell to the floor and turned. She crawled to Wayne’s feet and kissed them thanking him for the punishment he ordered.

“Now Mistress of my slaves, you will satisfy the three slaves who were servicing you!”

Two of the slaves knelt to either side of the mistress while the other knelt in front of her. She pushed the slave girl to her back and dove between her thighs with open mouth. Wayne was impressed with her eagerness, she must have been excited from her spanking. She spread the lips of the slave girl’s cunt widely as she pressed her lips into her drenched slit. Wayne smiled as he saw her tongue slipping through the pink folds, then inside her oozing hole. The Mistress sucked eagerly at her pussy, then dipped her tongue down to the slave’s anus. She kissed it, then ran her tongue tip around the dark ring before pressing inside it. This brought a moan from the slave girl’s lips and she opened her thighs wider.

The Mistress then moved her lips to the slave girl’s clit, she sucked it between them and licked the swollen bud with her tongue. Next she began to screw her tongue in and out of the slave’s pussy, her nose brushing against her clit as it slid in and out. She had the first slave girl coming in a matter of minutes. Her thighs aydınlı escort began to shudder as her pussy began to convulse. The Mistress moaned as she sucked the slave girl’s erupting juices, she sucked the cunt until the slave fell limp. The other two didn’t take long either. Wayne felt he might have misjudged her, but she still had to learn whom the Master was.

The next slave girl rolled the Mistress onto her back and straddled her head, the Mistress was about to be queened. She sat down covering Mistress’ face with her cunt and ass, she had no choice but to make her come and fast as she could. She was a bit tired due to her duty to the first slave girl. Wayne watched with amusement as she struggled to bring this one off. The slave girl was not quick to move from her Mistress after she came, but, when she did, she revealed Mistress’ face coated with her slick juices.

The third slave girl crawled onto the bed on all fours so the Mistress could lick her asshole. The Mistress was just as eager with this form of sexplay as any other. She buried her face between the slave girl’s cheeks and started to tongue her anus while finger-fucking her cunt with three fingers. It was all over in a matter of minutes. The slave girl screamed and her body shuddered and sank limp and flat on her Mistress’ bed.

When she had completed her task she crawled to Wayne’s feet and placed her head between them. He reached down and pulled her to her feet by the hair of her head. He kissed her tasting the juices of the three slaves as his hands slipped around to cup her still enflamed asscheeks. Wayne squeezed her fleshy cheeks tightly, his fingernails digging into the tenderized flesh as he pulled her crotch against the hardness of his throbbing cock. She stood still, her hands behind her back and her breasts thrust against his chest with her face downcast. Wayne leaned forward to press his lips against hers.

“You must realize that I am Master here.“ The Mistress could feel his eyes, could feel him staring into her eye through her lids. “It is but my wish that should concern you, and you should be serving me to ensure that my wishes are carried out,” Wayne warned in a low, cold tone.

“I am eager meet with the Disciplinant . I will not stand for disobedience of any kind at these levels. Further punishment is forth coming, due to your blatant disregard of my orders just earlier. You will not dress as the Mistress as you have not acted like one,” Wayne verbally slapped the Mistress. He released her and turned to leave the building, headed back to the Grand Hall.

“Master, we have a celebration planned in your honor. Would you like to see it now?” the guide asked when she felt her Master’s anger sufficiently subsided.

“Yes, slave, I think I could enjoy it very much.”

The guide clapped her hands and the slaves ran to their places. Some were bound to the pillars that surrounded the room then the rest took seats at the edge of the room. Five slaves ran into the center from the right and began a dance. Two blondes, one in the lead, followed by a redhead, a brunette, a slave with jet-black hair and the second blonde brought up the rear. Wayne noticed that all their pussies were shaven smooth. Their dance was very erotic, they caressed one another until they were in a high state of sexual arousal. It ended with them at Wayne’s feet, the lead blonde in the center and surrounded by the others. She was caressed, her cunt stroked and her breasts massaged and kissed her.

“Bring out the slave boys,” Wayne directed.

“As you wish, Master.”

“Have them arranged according to penis size, smallest to largest.”

“Yes, Sir, Master.”

The second blonde lay on her back, the lead blonde slave girl straddled her head with her knees on all fours. The black-headed slave girl moved atop the second blonde on her hands and knees with her head poised behind the lead blonde’s cheeks. The redhead and the brunette lay on their backs with their heads under the blonde’s breasts. As they began to kiss the blonde as a round section of the floor began to rise. It rose until the slave girls were at eye level to Wayne, then it began to turn.

“Send for the Mistress and the Disciplinant,” Wayne ordered.

“As you command, Master.”

As the four slaves kissed the lead blonde their saliva covered her thighs, cheeks and breasts making her moan from the teasing torture of their tongues. Her body began to shiver as a thin film of perspiration formed on her skin. Wayne sees her juices flowing from her aching pussy as the slaves work on her in unison. Each time she nears orgasm they deny her and then start again.

As her moans turn to begging cries the Mistress joins Wayne. As she steps onto the last flight of steps the guide bows to her and then takes a seat on the last step. She stepped up the steps to fall to her knees and began kissing Wayne’s feet. Then she kneels to his right. The Disciplinant then assumed the position kissing his feet before taking a seat to his left. The slave girls before him seemed forgotten as his attention turned to the Mistress.

“I too have a display planned. Secure the Mistress to the horse with her sweet ass nicely presented for my pleasure,” he instructed the Disciplinant.

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Saturday Morning Fever Ch. 03

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Ass Eating

The furnace repairman gripped my wrist with his strong, calloused hand. Feeling like I was in a Twilight Zone episode, I thought this guy was going to let me suck his cock. Just a few hours ago, he had shoved it down my throat a couple dozen times until my face was a sloppy mess, or so I remembered. However, he had just reacted violently when I stripped almost naked and tried to touch his crotch, shoving me away. I was beginning to question my sanity.

The guy pulled me up off the floor. “Hi! I’m Mike, the real Mike. The guy who was here before was my twin brotha Jake. Did that moron tell you to grab his junk when he came back?”

“Sorta,” I replied as I brushed a layer of basement dirt off my chilled ass.

He shook his head. “Sorry. He’s always pulling asshole stunts like this. We used to pull crap on our parents, teachas and bosses when we were kids.”

“Damn! You guys do look like exactly alike!” I said, very relieved I wasn’t going bat shit crazy, and hopefully wasn’t going to be bludgeoned.

“Don’t worry about the blood comments,” he said. “That bastud set us up, and I needed to scare the shit outta his worthless ass. Sorry I shoved you, I just had to play it straight, ya know? How did you and Jake end up being so…friendly?” He grinned.

Standing there with no pants, my dick re-stiffened as I told the real Mike about his twin’s voyeurism of my alleyway blowjobs and the brief but intense bullying of my pharynx with his cock. This Mike saw me blatantly looking down at his crotch, which seemed to be expanding nicely.

He smiled at my jolting boner. “So you like dicks, huh?” he said and reached for his zipper. Then to my dismay, the real Mike moved his hand away and asked about a rolled up carpet remnant that was lying on the floor across the room. “I gotta idea,” he said.

Several minutes later I was lying on the kitchen floor, rolled up inside the carpet, like a nearly nude dead body, ready for a ride to the landfill, waiting for identical twin Jake’s arrival. The lights were on but of course I could see nothing. Moments later the side door opened, my queue to act dead and not move, especially my feet that were sticking out.

“Shit! ” Jake, the guy whose arched dick had been in my mouth briefly, screamed at his brother. “You Goddamn idiot! What the fuck are you doin’? Did you call 911?” His voice was stressed and intense.

“Hell no! We gotta get rid of his body,” Mike said frantically. “I dragged him up here, you gotta help me carry him out to the van.” Not a bad acting job, at least it sounded like it.

“How do you know he’s…” Jake hesitated, “…dead?”

“It doesn’t matter, he’ll sue us if he lives. Just help me get him in the van while it’s still dark. Is there a shovel in your truck?”

“Fuck you, Michael! I’m callin’ 911! Jake yelled. I could hear a cell phone beeping.

Next I heard snickers and then laughter as Mike broke character, and his twin realized he was being scammed. My role as a corpse over and well played, I think, I began to unroll myself.

“Awwww you fuckin’ assholes!” Jake yelled. He tried to stay mad but was relieved there was no dead body to dispose of. “You motha fuckin’ assholes!”

“Ahhh I got you, fucktard!” Mike exclaimed and pointed at his twin. “I got you!” He and his brother started a playful shoving match, cursing and insulting each other. Finally they calmed down. I was sitting on the unrolled remnant, still naked except for my open hoodie, socks and running shoes, dick hard.

“So what’s wrong?” Jake asked, “You didn’t like him grabbin’ your worthless junk?”

“It’s better than that freaky thing of yours.” Mike replied, laughing as their shoving contest ended.

“Phil, did this moron hurt you?” Jake asked. “I can’t believe you helped him pull that shit!” he said, referring to his twin’s revenge.

“Nah, I’m good,” I answered. “But it did make me think I was losing it for a minute there.”

“And to think, I was gonna take it easy on you,” Jake said, sliding his belt out of its buckle.

“Bring it on,” I replied enthusiastically, rising to my knees but sitting back on my calves in the center of the rug. My pulse raced at the prospect of them pulling their cocks out. I realized how lucky I was. Some guys never get to suck a single dick, and here I was with my second set of two. I was trembling with excitement once again.

“Listen to this cocky bastud!” One of them said from above as they both approached my face, belts loose, zippers descending.

Jeans and elastic boxer waistbands were lowered, revealing rugged penile shafts and then reddish mushroom heads, and finally plump balls in the well-lit kitchen. My own dick throbbed madly as the two quivering, semi-hard cocks approached, draped over their owner’s fingers. Jake’s pubes were shaven, and Mike’s were closely cropped into a light brown fuzz. The heads bumped together.

“Hey! Don’t touch me with that nasty thing!” one of them said. “Have you even washed it this month?”

The insulting banter between the brothers acıbadem escort continued as they each chose a side and my extended tongue alternately tasted and licked each gorgeous pink cock. My neck twisting from side to side as if watching a tennis match, I was soon alternately accommodating a few inches of each penis with all the suction I could muster. A staccato chorus of my moans and lip-smacking echoed off the kitchen cabinets, and their verbal sparring match ceased, replaced by heavy breathing.

Each dick cooled a bit during the twenty seconds or so that I paid attention to the other, but soon it was encircled by my mouth and reheated once more. I looked up at the guys and they were both watching me, occasionally raring their heads back and gasping as I performed long, slow strokes, flexing my neck in ‘yes’ and ‘no’ motions while my massaging lips were stretching and kneading the skin along the expanding muscle beneath. Saliva drained off my chin as they called me “a good little cocksucker”.

I brought both hands up near my jaw and grasped their swelling shafts, simultaneously yanking and twisting them until they were solid and attained their final stiffened form. It was thrilling having a hard dick in each hand at the same time. Again I was amazed at their length; Mike’s was as long as Jake’s, but lacked the upward curve. My earlier guess of over eight inches unfurled had seemed about right.

I fondled their balls next, then went back to jerking them rapidly and extended my tongue to enthusiastically lick their sacks all over. The spit-glazed, nearly hairless testicles almost seemed to react on their own, climbing up my face and nuzzling my nose. After I had given each guy’s nuts a slimy, wet tongue bath, I looked up at them and inhaled deeply.

Now the real work began. I repeatedly plunged my open mouth downward on Mike’s gorgeous straight dick, gagging violently. After a few strokes Jake helped by stepping around and holding the back of my head while I tried to engulf his bother’s meat. My nose, which nearly reached Mike’s short pubes, began to run and tears welled up in my eyes as involuntary, straining grunts began to echo through the kitchen. After about a minute Mike backed out to let me have some air, releasing a small torrent of thick slime, ropes of which splattered off his retreating cock and my lips onto my chest and stomach, down into my pubes. I had learned to let the liquid out before inhaling, but still coughed a few times as I recovered. Even though there was a definite, unnatural discomfort in having the erection so far into my throat, I craved it back inside me only moments after it had vacated. I was feverishly addicted. My temples throbbed and my face was flushed, but I wanted more.

“Nice!” Mike said about my efforts.

“I told you I found a hot little whore! Phil fucking loooooves cock!” Jake said. “Isn’t that right, Phil?” He patted my cheek harshly.

“Yes!” I managed to say as I caught my breath. I could feel my load build every time I admitted it aloud. “Yes I love cock!”

I took Mike’s dick as best I could for several more minutes, my chest cavity jolting frequently as he harshly fucked my mouth.

Next I raised up my dripping chin to take Jake’s upturned mushroom head between my lips, and tried like hell to get his shaft to flex down into my throat, but had no luck. I could only get about half his rigid dick into my mouth as I sucked noisily, my head jolting up and down. The absence of frequent gagging did not last long.

Jake solved the depth problem by palming and pushing back on my forehead, then pivoting around. He straddled my shoulders and took a football center’s stance, using both hands to hold my head as the football. Now in the inverse position, his dick battered my nose until it was deeply buried in my convulsing throat, his moist balls bouncing around on my cheeks. The open, spread zipper of his lowered pants tugged at my hair, and strained grunts resonated through my throbbing ears as I surrendered fully to the demanding, stiff cock. I tried my best to tighten my lips on his out strokes, but I was unable to keep pace with his groaning, fast onslaught, and their flapping added to the symphony of noises as air escaped and my stiff meat and legs flailed around. My neck was dripping with drool and mucus and my sparse chest hair was matted with overflow as well.

“That’s it! Take it deep you cock lovin’ fag!” Jake yelled as I struggled beneath him, my chest jolting. “Gag on it, bitch!”

I was indeed ecstatically taking it and gagging on it when both their phones buzzed,

Jake withdrew, and his slimy dick popped out of my mouth, slinging a torrent of thick throat goop into the air. Most of it rained back down onto my bare body as the back of my head contacted the carpet.

I enjoyed watching them stand and read their phones, glistening, hard cocks dancing around, but the news wasn’t good. They had another emergency call, and began cussing and wiping their dicks off with a dish towel.

I hated to see atalar escort them go; I wanted more cock. An idea occurred.

“Wait! Take me with you,” I said. “I can finish you off in the van.” The twins looked at each other and grinned.

A short while later I was dressed like they were, appearing like a third technician, but was probably the only guy on I-90 giving his furnace repairman a blowjob as the sun rose over the bay. Jake was lying in the aisle of Mike’s dirty van, in between the caged shelves of parts, tools, spools of wire, and racks of pipe. Sports radio was on, and the highway noise, compounded by the rattling of nearly everything in the van drowned out the sounds of the gulping and slurping I was doing. I was on all fours straddling Jake, happily sucking on his curved muscle in time with the bumps in the pavement. I tried to take in as much has possible every few strokes, and it was a little tricky keeping my teeth in check on some of the potholes and lane changes, but his hand on the back of my neck directed me to keep gobbling him up. He could have sucked me off in that position, but my boner stayed in my pants and I really didn’t expect that, as these guys were definitely All-American tops. The heater in the van was not reaching back to us very well, so the only thing warm was my mouth and his rock hard meat. I took one glove off and reached into his boxers to play with his egg-sized nuts as my head bobbed up and down quickly on his tasty dick, frequently attempting to imitate a corkscrew. I may have been giving myself permanent duck lips, I thought as my cheeks caved in from the vacuum I was creating. My breath escaped frequently, visible in the cold air, making it look like his cock was smoldering.

Suddenly Jake said something and shifted his hips to lie on his side, and I moved with him. I hadn’t understood what he said but knew there was no need to ask him to repeat it as his cock pulled out and my face was suddenly blasted with hot cum. I know ‘hot’ is just an expression, but as cold as my skin was in the frigid van, his sperm felt sizzling for an instant. His gloved hand appeared and directed his cock to make sure every drop rained onto my face. Jake’s jizz was as gooey and fragrant as I had hoped it would be, and the blobs that found their way into my mouth were deliciously creamy and salty. It was a miracle I wasn’t temporarily blinded, like I had been during most of the facials I got from the old men in the alley.

I had just withdrawn my gloveless hand from playing with his nuts, in order to push the jizz into my mouth, but he grabbed my arm just as the van had descended an off ramp. It slid down my face as we stopped at a traffic light. Jake and I rose to kneeling positions, facing the front. He then directed the beam of a flashlight at my face.

“Hey check it out! ” Jake said, stuffing his dick into his pants, eager to show his brother how artistically he had painted my face with cum.

Mike turned around and laughed as mist from other cars’ exhaust drifted around outside like a fog. “I’m next, boy,” he said with a grin.

I had just finished cleaning my face by licking the sperm off my fingers when we arrived at our destination, in an older neighborhood. The elderly woman’s boiler was in a cramped room in her basement. I was disappointed that there was no room for me to blow Mike. Jake got to work as his brother me led through a door into a garage.

“Check this out,” Mike said as he flipped on the light. “We ate lunch out here a couple days when we fixed some freeze damage last year.”

The old lady, who was a regular customer, still had her deceased husband’s classic car. Sitting forlornly in a stall, it was an early sixties Plymouth convertible with big tail fins and dull, faded orange and white paint. The tires were flat, the top was down, now just a pile of filthy canvas collapsed behind the rear seat. A 1979 Massachusetts plate was still attached to the bumper. The twins had offered to buy the car, but she refused.

I soon learned Mike’s purpose was not so much to show me the giant convertible as it was to face fuck me in it. He opened the long, squeaking, heavy door, then ordered me onto my back on the passenger side of the bench seat. He was evidently not afraid of the homeowner hearing or walking in on us. I said nothing to make him hesitate, as I didn’t want to miss a millisecond of attention from his dick. Once again I was trembling with excitement. I was going to get face fucked in this car by a nice big penis, just like the prom queen of 1964. The room was upside down again as my head overhung the edge of the seat. I opened my mouth, ready to accept his dick deep in my throat. The blonde furnace tech wasted no time inserting his beautiful, semi-hard meat into me as I took in the smell of the Plymouth’s musty, dry rotting upholstery. My face noisily took in Mike’s swelling, stiffening cock; the feel of it expanding was exciting. Soon he was rock hard and I was gulping and drooling, trying to synchronize the tightening of my lips aydınlı escort as they wrapped around his shaft, but also trying to relax my throat as it slid into me repeatedly. My own dick was throbbing in my pants, aching for release as his balls pummeled my nose.

I had given up on regular breathing, and would get air when I could, coughing, chest heaving while licking and nibbling up and down Mike’s muscular shaft, enjoying the close up view of its glistening, bulging veins. It was during such a skin-massaging expedition that Mike’s hips jolted and my neck and the side of my face were instantly coated with heated jizz as he grunted. I tried to catch his subsequent bursts in my open mouth, but the explosion of sperm was too chaotic; it just seemed to be squirting everywhere.

It was right after my dousing with semen that Jake appeared, parka on, carrying his toolbag. He must have watched his brother give me the messy facial.

“Good job guys,” he said, grinning as he looked at my splattered, inverted face. “We gotta go.”

I quickly swallowed as much of the jizz as possible, again sliding it into my mouth with my fingers. A quick face wash in the garage’s utility sink, and I was presentable enough to appear in public again. The only remaining evidence that I had been enjoying spurting cocks most of the morning was the lingering scent and taste of sperm.

Even though I had gotten both of them off now, there was no mention of them taking me home. I hoped they weren’t finished with me.

Our next stop was, of all places, a large church. It had a parochial school next door and a basketball game scheduled later that afternoon. The parish was a contract customer, and the guys had keys to the unoccupied gymnasium. A crate of basketballs greeted us and after several free throws, most of which I missed, Jake led me downstairs into dark hall, lit only by red ‘EXIT’ signs while Mike disappeared to work on the building’s boiler. We stepped into a storage room.

The morning sun streamed through the Venetian blinds, painting everything in stripes. Broken and incomplete desks and chairs lined the walls beneath dusty blackboards in this former classroom. Stacks of old computers and printers sat in a corner. Our apparent destination was in the center of the room, a large, stained high jump pit. The large, soft mattress, normal usually used for indoor track and field events, was likely no stranger to sexual encounters.

I barely had time to mentally picture high school kids with their uniforms half-off fucking on it when Jake suddenly yanked my jeans and boxers far enough down to smack my bare ass. I bent forward, inviting a series of slaps as my pants fell to my ankles. He then gripped my warmed, stinging flesh harshly. His hands were rough as he spread my cheeks to reveal my anus. I felt the cool air on it. “Let me know when you wanna give up somma that pussy,” he said with a chuckle.

I was again flattered, as I would have been when any guy said he wanted to fuck me or checked out my ass. “How about now?” I replied, my dick twitching as knew I was probably sentencing myself to a very sore asshole for the next few days. When rushing out of the house earlier, I took only a few things with me. In my pockets were my house key, twenty bucks, my ‘Charlie’ card for the bus, and lube. I held the white tube up as we both grinned broadly.

“Ehh, you horny bastud!” There was a pause. “All the way naked Phil!” Jake commanded, as if I should have been stripping already. “Let me see what I’m goin’ to fuck!”

All my clothes were quickly on the floor and I was down to my socks only in the cool air. It was both scary and thrilling being totally exposed in this strange location, in front of a man I barely knew, knowing I was about to be fucked. My dick hardened and danced around as I moved some desks to give us access to the huge rectangular mattress. Twice when I was facing away, Jake smacked my ass, once calling me a ‘horny little faggot’, which only made me want what was about to happen more.

The big guy then clamped a hand around my throat and forced me downward till I was on my knees. He placed the tube in my hand and began to pull his dick out of his pants. I was suddenly nervous when I saw his meat, since we were headed into uncharted territory. Sure, I had let the old guys fuck me, and gladly would have done it again, given the chance. I performed okay then, I guessed, since I held on until both those old men had shot their loads inside me. But as I grabbed Jake’s beautiful, expanding cock the reality set in. I was not used to taking it in the ass, especially from a young fit guy, and hoped I could handle it. He had cum once already, so this was going to be no quick fuck I had signed up for. The mental conflict between fear and the thrill of anticipation continued as I spent the next few minutes stroking and twisting Jake’s gorgeous vein-crossed meat with both hands until it was a glossy, slick, muscular, upturned erection once more. My hole twitched as I craved it inside me. A rough textured hand around my throat again guided me onto my back, and almost instantly I was on the edge of the mattress, legs projecting up and out, stiff dick pointing back over my head. Jake stood close, jeans around his thighs, shiny cock jolting and swaying slightly.

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