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Today is a very sad day. Abigail, my fetish partner, is going to be moving away at the end of this school year because one of her rich parents found a job somewhere else. So we will not be able to see each other, but we will keep in contact. Now, I know long distance relationships don’t work out, but technically we aren’t really dating. Contrarily to what everybody else thinks, we are not girlfriend and boyfriend. I mean, I’ve only kissed her one time, but that’s about as far as I went… other than seeing her naked, but only so we could watch each other masturbate with the Clarinet and Flute.

Even though we were both not happy about the move, it really didn’t have much effect on our little meetings. It was the same old her come over to my house to masturbate with her Flute and me with my Clarinet, as well as me go over to her house so I could masturbate with her Clarinet while she used her Flute or my Clarinet.

The night before she was going to leave, she requested me to do something.

She said, “So this will be weird, but there’s something I want you to do before I have to leave.”

I asked, “Really? What could it be?” At this point, I had no idea what she was going to say.

She said, “Well, you have already used my Clarinet as a sex toy a bunch of times which I still get turned on every time I open my Clarinet case, but this time I want you to cum all over my Flute.” I was actually surprised Abigail had said cum, usually she says sperm instead, but it seemed like she caught on to me saying the word.

I said, “I could do that, how about I use your Clarinet as a sex toy and then let my cum ooze all over your Flute?”

She said excited, “I would like that.”

I said, “And I’ll make sure to leave my cum in your Clarinet as well.”

She said, “Ok.” So she went to get her Clarinet and put it together. I started to blow warm air in it like I always do and then stripped down until I was naked. I slid my penis inside the bell of her Clarinet and started moving it around. Abigail turns me on pretty fast when she is watching so it was already really wet inside her Clarinet after putting my penis in. I started to get faster and faster with moving the bell of her Clarinet up and down. Finally, I started cumming in her Clarinet. When I slowed down until I stopped, I put the mouthpiece of her Flute under me, but I got up and tilted her Clarinet down so that the mouthpiece of her Clarinet was facing the mouthpiece of her Flute.

She asked surprised, “You’re going to let your cum drip all the way down through my Clarinet?”

I replied, “Yeah, and I’ll make sure to clean out this hole (I was pointing to the one on the bottom under the register key where my cum drips out of all the time) so that it won’t be clogged.” My cum started oozing out of the mouthpiece of her Clarinet right on her Flute. Some of my cum even went inside the hole of her Flute where the mouthpiece is.

She said, “This is so hot, are you going to let your cum dry inside my Clarinet?”

I said, “Yeah. That way you can remember me when you see your Clarinet and your Flute.” I waited to see if any more cum would ooze out, but it seemed like no more would. Her Flute had some cum on it, as well as in it.

She said, “I so want to use my Flute now, but I don’t want it to wipe off your cum.”

I said, “No worries, we can go to my house and you can use my Clarinet.” So that’s what we did. I left both her Flute and Clarinet on her bed so my cum would dry and we walked to my house. I put together my Clarinet without putting the reed on and gave it to her. She slowly started to put it in her pussy and little by little went deeper and deeper. She then got faster and faster while she moaned every time she would slide my Clarinet inside her. Then she started cumming all over my Clarinet and got slower until she stopped. My Clarinet was covered in her cum and when she took it out, some of her cum got on my bed.

I said, “I’m going to let your cum dry on my Clarinet as well so I can remember you.” So I put my Clarinet on my chair in my office and we went back to her house.

Some of my cum on her Flute was dried, but her Clarinet still had a little wet cum in it. At the end of the night, we put both her Clarinet and Flute back in their cases and I told her that we’ll check it tomorrow when I come back to help her move.

That sad day when she did move, she requested me to do something else before she left. She said, “So I was thinking last night, but I really don’t know how you would feel if I ask you this.”

I said confused, “Well you can ask me anything.”

She said, “Well… I know we masturbate while watching each other, but I think… I want you to be my first, if you know what I mean.”

I said, “Wow! I like that idea.”

She said, “Really? I figured you would be disturbed by it.”

I said, “No, silly, of course not.”

She said, “Well, all the nervousness has got me turned on.”

I said, “I’m turned on now that you asked me.”

So bahis siteleri we started taking our clothes off and we were both naked on her bed. She said, “I like how turned on you are, I’m just so nervous, I have never done this before.”

I said, “I’m a little nervous too.” She knew I had never had sex before.

I got on top of her and started to kiss her. Then we started to make out. She said, “This is so amazing, I’m glad you will be my first.”

I said, “Oh you’ll really be glad once I’m inside you.”

She said excited, “I like that.”

I slowly started to put my penis inside her pussy. She was so wet and her pussy felt warm. It felt different than my Clarinet. She made a little noise when I went all the way inside her.

I asked, “Are you ok?”

She responded, “Yeah, I just like how big you are.”

I said smiling, “I know.”

I started moving in and out a little bit while she started moaning a little bit. I got a little faster and went even deeper inside her. It felt so good that I didn’t want to stop. Suddenly I was close to climax and then upon getting a little faster I started cumming inside her. I then got slower until I stopped and put my penis as far as it would go inside her. I couldn’t move because it felt so good. Then I got up and took my penis out of her.

She said out breath and astonished, “Wow! That was amazing.”

I said, “Yes, that really was amazing.”

She said, “I have never orgasm like that before.”

I said, “Me either.” My cum was oozing out of her pussy onto her bed.

We put our clothes back on and I started to help her with moving again. I kept thinking about the sex we just had, and while I really liked how it felt, to me it was a different feeling. Like I wouldn’t give up the sexual experience I have with my Clarinet just too only have sex. I would want both, but I wanted to know how she thought about it.

I said, “So which do you like better, having sex or using your Flute and Clarinet?”

She said, “Well the sex was definitely amazing, no joke there, but even if we were having sex regularly, I would still use my Clarinet and Flute from time to time.”

I said, “Well I’m glad you said that because that’s how I would feel. I would never want to give up using my Clarinet as a sex toy.”

About 2 hours before she left, things got crazy. We tried everything both of us could think of to keep her from moving away. But, in the end it didn’t work out because we both didn’t have a job and there would have been no way for that to work with the limited time we had to work with. So, in the end, she moved, but we still keep in contact.

***

After Abigail left, I pretty much just started keeping to myself. I had started college in the fall and I really didn’t have a best friend except for Abigail. People knew me, but they didn’t know much about me. Abigail and I still are not boyfriend and girlfriend, we never were in the past and that’s always worked out. We still do keep in contact which is always a good sign because there are some days I don’t know what I would do without her. One of the things that Abigail’s rich parents bought her for her graduation was a new Flute. The funny thing is that because her old Flute still has my cum in it, she doesn’t want to use the new Flute. She offered to send it to me, but she said she will tell her parents that she’s using the new one. I told her she didn’t have to, but she insisted, so now I have her new Flute. She told me to think of it as her present to me. To my surprise, when I got it, I found out that she had used it as a sex toy.

Over the summer, my mom got married to this guy who has a daughter, so now I have a step-sister. Now my step sister, Mallory, is in band as well and she plays English horn. Both my step-sister and mom’s new husband moved down to where my mom and I live now. They just wanted out of their own town, which I can’t really blame them. They went through a lot of bad times there. Mallory is 18, like me, but is actually a little bit younger than me. Our birthdays’ are only two months apart though. She started school late so she is a senior this year.

I would say that Mallory is only a little shorter than Abigail, but not by much. Mallory’s hair is definitely shorter than Abigail’s, but it’s also a different color. Abigail’s hair is brown and is long enough to reach her elbow; Mallory’s hair is blond and only goes down half way between her shoulder and her elbow. Mallory wears a lot makeup all the time, even when she isn’t going anywhere, sometimes I wonder if she wears it to bed, but I doubt it. Abigail doesn’t wear as much makeup and only will put some on if she is going somewhere.

When I first saw Mallory’s English horn, I never really thought of how sexy an English horn looks, but this instrument can sometimes turn me on. The bell of the English horn looks unique, something I never seen before and because of the fetish I have with woodwind instruments, I wondered how it would feel to use an English horn as a sex toy.

Well canlı bahis siteleri after much waiting, one day Mallory was gone, but I noticed when I walked by her room that she had left her English horn laying on her bed. I knew she was playing it just a few minutes ago, but now I was in the house alone. At first, I wanted to go get her English horn, but I kept thinking that it wouldn’t be a good idea. Finally, I just went for it and picked up her English horn, then took it to my room. It felt a little heavier than my Clarinet and I started blowing warm air inside it. I didn’t know how to play her English horn so I didn’t know the fingering. Her English horn was still warm from when she had been practicing it and the whole situation was just turning me on. I had to be quick though. I took off my pants and underwear and started to slide my penis inside her English horn. It felt so warm inside, but was a different feeling than my Clarinet. I started to move the bell of her English horn up and down. The bell of her English horn made a perfect fit around my penis. I got faster and faster until I started cumming inside her English horn.

I just sat there for a moment with my penis still in her English horn, then all of the sudden I heard a door slam. I got really scared that I quickly, even while still without pants and underwear, rushed to put her English horn back in her room where she had it and then ran back to my room. I put all my clothes back on, but as soon as my step-sister came into her room, I remembered that I forgot to clean out all my cum that was inside her English horn. I thought for sure that she would notice, but to my surprise, she didn’t.

Later that night, I went to check on Mallory and she was sleeping. One thing I learned is that normally when she sleeps, there’s no waking her up, so I quietly grabbed her English horn case and went back to my room. I opened it up, only to find out that my cum had dried inside her English horn. I knew then that she didn’t even notice, so I put her English horn back in the case and put it back in her room.

After that day, I would sometimes use her English horn as a sex toy. It wasn’t a normal routine like with my Clarinet, just whenever she was gone long enough for me to get a hold of it.

Near the end of the semester, I was telling Abigail about school and everything like we normally done and she said that she had to go, but wanted to do something sexy tonight. This means that we’ll see each other on webcam use our instruments as sex toys. I never told her about what I did with Mallory’s English horn, though Abigail knows that Mallory is in band. I don’t think I could ever tell Abigail my sexual experience with my Mallory’s English horn; just the fear of what she will think is what I’m afraid of. So anyways, hearing about what Abigail and I were going to do turned me on, so I got out my Clarinet and Flute which still had some of Abigail’s cum in it and got out some balloons.

I blew up 2 balloons and when trying to get everything setup, I heard someone come into the house. That’s when I remembered I had told this girl, named Katy, to come by my house to get some things for the project that we are working on. So I was going to just hide the balloons and my instruments and then get what she needed. The only thing I could think of for the balloons was to hide them under the covers and pillows.

She then came to my door and said, “What are you doing?”

I said, “Nothing.”

She said looking around, “Ok then.” She then sat on my bed. I had hoped that she wouldn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, but I was wrong. She said, “What’s this on your bed?” She then uncovered the balloons. She said, “Balloons? I like balloons!” She then grabbed the first one which was red. She said, “So you like balloons huh?”

I said, “I didn’t know those were there.”

She asked, “How does that work?” She then started playing with the balloon, but quickly uncovered the balloons that weren’t blown up. She said, “Looks like I found somebody’s dirty little secret.”

I said, “Ok, I’ll admit it, I like balloons, it’s not that bad.”

She said, “Nope, not bad at all.”

I said pointing at her, “But don’t tell anyone.”

She said, “I don’t tell secrets.” She then got one of the balloons that was not blown up which was a yellow one and then started blowing it up. She blew it up pretty big and then tied it. She said, “You like watching me blow it up?”

I said, “Yeah.”

She said, “I figured you would, so what do you do with these balloons?”

I said, “Oh you know, the same thing you would do.”

She said, “So you hid them for nothing? I know it’s got to be something else.” I knew this was going nowhere quickly so I had to tell her.

I said, “Well… I like to lay on them naked.”

She said, “Wow, that sounds hot, does it make you cum?”

I said, “Sometimes.”

She asked, “Did you lay on these naked?”

I said, “No.” She then got both the yellow and red one and started canlı bahis squeezing them a little bit.

She said, “So am I turning you on?”

I said, “Maybe.”

She said, “So if I wasn’t here right now, what would you do with these balloons?”

I said, “Well I would blow up 3 more, tie them together, and then lay on them.”

She said, “Really? Would you be naked?”

I said, “Sometimes.”

She said, “So show me.” I got on the bed and then took my pants and shirt off. Once I got my pants off, she said, “Wow, looks like somebody is already wet and hard.”

I said, “Yeah.” I then blew up another balloon which was green and I accidentally got some semen on it.

She said, “Wow, you must be really turned on. What if I do this?” She then started taking her shirt and bra off and started pushing the red balloon on her boobs.

I said, “I like that.”

She said, “I bet.” I then blew up another balloon which was white and started tying the balloons together. I then blew up the last balloon which was purple and tied it on as well. She asked, “So where do you keep all these balloons?”

I said, “In a safe in my office.”

She said, “Really now, let me see.” She then got up and went to my office, but then I remembered I had my Clarinet and Flute in there. So, she quickly saw it there. She said, “You were practicing your Clarinet?”

I said, “Yeah.”

She said, “But you have both your Clarinet and Flute out and they are just sitting there, and I didn’t know you played Flute.” Katy used to be in band and played Flute, but for some reason decided to quit.

I said, “Yeah, it’s something I play only at home, but I normally keep my instruments there.”

She said, “I’ve been here before and didn’t see them and it’s a little suspicious that you have both of your instruments out, plus you have balloons out as well. So, I’m guessing since you do something sexy with the balloons, you probably do something sexy with these instruments.”

I thought she may have seen Abigail’s cum on my Flute and thought it was mine. It was starting to turn me on getting caught by Katy. I said, “Well, long story short, I like to use my Clarinet as a sex toy.”

She said, “Wow, I would never have guessed.”

I said, “Yeah, I don’t tell anybody.” I seriously didn’t think Katy would say anything to anybody though.

She said, “I know, but how do you have sex with it?”

I said, “Let me show you.” I took my Clarinet and pulled my underwear down and then slid my penis into my Clarinet. I started moving it up and down a little bit and said, “So I just get it wet and start moving it up and down until I cum.”

She said, “Wow, that’s really hot.”

I said, “Really?” I wanted to know what she would say next.

She said, “Yeah, you are turning me on.” I then took my penis out of my Clarinet and then put my Clarinet and Flute on my bed. She said, “So what about the flute? How do you use that?”

I said, “I just rub it on my penis.”

She said, “Wow, have you cum on your Flute before?”

I said, “Yeah.” I had only done that once, just to try it.

She said, “That’s sexy.” She then started taking her pants off and said, “I want to play with you while you do your thing.” She saw my balloons and then got some and said, “You sure do have a lot of balloons.”

I said, “I always keep a lot of them saved.” She starting blowing up the balloons and tying them together just like I did.

She said, “These balloons sure do make a lot of noise.”

I said, “Well they make even more noise when I do this.” I then sat on a balloon and it popped.

She said, “Wow that was loud.”

I said, “Yeah, I like to sit and lay on them.”

She said, “We should do it together.” Then she started laying on hers while I laid on mine and we both popped all our balloons.

She said, “Did you cum yet?”

I said, “Not yet, that’s what my Clarinet is for.” I then got my Clarinet and started sliding my penis into my Clarinet. I got it nice and wet inside it.

She then got my Flute and said, “This will really turn you on.” She then put my Flute inside her pussy.

I said, “It does.” I then started moving the bell of my Clarinet up and down while she was sliding my Flute in and out of her. She started moaning and I was getting faster and faster until I was cumming really hard inside my Clarinet. She, then, started cumming all over my Flute. We both got slower and I just sat there with my penis inside my Clarinet, while she took my Flute out of her pussy. When she put it on my bed, I then pulled my penis out of my Clarinet and cum started oozing out of it.

She said, “I like that!”

I said, “I figured you would.”

I never did get her the stuff she needed for the project to tell you the truth. She had to go after all that and I kept thinking about it the rest of the day.

***

Today, Katy came over to my house again. Katy used to go to my high school, but is now at the same college as I’m at now. At first we started to work on the project, but things got out of control. She said, “So, I have an idea. I want you to teach me how to play your Clarinet. Were you still first chair in high school when I left band?”

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Well, I was old enough to know that life doesn’t always work out exactly as you want it to. Justin and I had been married for ten years and, frankly, the passion had faded. We were both deep into our careers, I was a property manager for a local upscale real estate developer and hubby managed a district branch of a large insurance company. So, we were pretty happy career-wise and financially, it was the once-every-other-week fuck that I was getting that was disappointing.

I’m thirty-two, Justin’s thirty-four, if I had kids, I’d definitely be considered a MILF. I’m an attractive brunette, five-seven, nice figure, boobs as firm as when I was sixteen (36-C, if you must know and, yes, they’re really nice, you’d just love them). Justin’s six-one, solid, the kind of chiseled look women like, just the kind of guy you’d think would go with a woman who looked like me. We look good.

And we used to fuck like crazy. I loved every minute of it, too. Now, I’m not a nympho, well, I don’t think I am, anyway. I just have a healthy, active libido. And, twice or three times a month just isn’t cutting it.

I tried a few things like changing into something more provocative when I got home after work. It worked a little then we were back to the same-old, same-old. I even tried asking him for a fuck a few times and got one about a third of the time. Not good.

So, when Justin had one of his old friends over, Adam, I was eyeing his thirty-year old bachelor friend with a rather horny eye. Now, I wasn’t thinking of going behind Justin’s back and making a pass at his old buddy, no, but his friend is a good looking guy and it had been almost two weeks since my pussy had anything in it other than my own fingers.

In the interest of full disclosure, I must confess that a fair amount of alcohol, beer in the case of the two guys, pinot grigio was my preference, had been consumed on this particular occasion and this, certainly, influenced the general direction of how the evening went. And, no doubt, just how my thinking went at the time.

They were doing most of the talking, I was doing most of the thinking, mostly about how horny I was feeling and what I just might do to help ease the matter. I would not claim that I was thinking one hundred percent clearly at that stage as I decided to get up and go back to our bedroom and change into something provocative to see if I could get a little action.

In our bedroom, I took off my clothes, all of them, and stood in front of the full-length mirror. I do look good and as I stood there, my eyes were drawn to my pussy. Well, more to the pubic hair covering my pussy.

Justin and I do watch some porn, mostly on the computer, and just about every female now has a bare pussy, shaving is in. That’s when I got the idea to put on a nightie and go out and ask the two of them if they would like to give me a shave.

Now, I knew Justin might be a bit pissed-off but if he really got upset, then I wouldn’t let it happen.

So, I slipped on a black baby doll set that showed my charms to their best advantage and walked back into the great room, stood in front of them and asked, “Would you guys like to shave my pussy?”

As you might expect, Adam kept his mouth firmly shut and Justin just sat there for a minute or so, probably somewhat stunned at his wife’s rather sudden brazenness.

Then, he chuckled and said, “Okay, sure,” and the three of us walked down to the bathroom where I pulled off the panties and hoisted myself up on the counter and spread my legs.

Justin got his shaving cream and razor out of the drawer and I suggested, “To make it interesting for me, guys, why don’t you two get naked?”

“That’s up to Justin,” Adam replied to my request.

My hubby stood there for a few seconds, then said, “Yeah, okay, as long as we can cum on you.”

Well, a mini-bukakke party. That’s what Justin wanted but I was frankly thinking of a different repository for their cum so I answered, “Well, let’s just see what happens.”

So, they both began pulling off their clothes as I pulled off my top. Being a normal person, my interest was more toward seeing what Adam looked like since I was very familiar with Justin’s landscape. I wasn’t disappointed.

Both were hard, very hard. But Adam was shaved. I don’t really know if his cock was larger but, being shaved, it sure seemed so.

“Wow, you shave, Adam. That looks nice,” I offered.

“Learn new things about old friends, sometimes,” Justin commented to his friend.

“Maybe I should shave you, hon?” I asked my husband.

“Well, we’ll see,” Justin said and I spread my legs and he sprayed shave cream all around my pubic area which he began spreading around until he nodded to Adam to help out.

Adam’s cock was, I think, larger than Justin’s and was lighter in color. Justin’s was medium brown, like it had a tan, and Adam’s was lighter, more of a pinkish-peach color. Really quite handsome. I was hoping that the evening would afford me the opportunity to get to know it bahis şirketleri even better.

As soon as Adam’s fingers touched me and began rubbing the lather around, my heart rate zoomed.

They got the lather properly distributed and Adam began shaving me. I sat there on the counter thinking about what might happen and decided that whatever it was, I would go with the flow. I’ve never done anal or been much into sucking guys off but, tonight, I was on for anything.

Adam had the part above my pussy all nice and clean as he handed the razor back to Justin. I lifted my feet up to the counter to spread wide so they could get the sides and underneath. Justin took a few passes and handed to razor back to Adam, who carefully, and very sensually, I might add, smoothed down my hair before he razored it away.

Every touch of Adam’s was so arousing, sending a throb right to my middle. If he had taken much more time shaving me, I probably would have cummed.

Justin ran the water until it was nice and warm, soaked a washcloth and they began taking turns wiping away the lather, both seemed trying to pleasure me as much as wipe up the shave cream.

I let my feet down and reached for both their cocks and began masturbating them as they stood there. Then, I realized that Adam’s cock was thicker around, something I was hoping to experience internally before the end of the evening.

I released their dicks and pulled them to me, kissing each one, then holding them close as I whispered, “You’ve both got great hard-ons, why don’t you do something with them.”

Neither one did anything for a minute. I can understand why Adam didn’t, after all, even if he wants to fuck me, he’s standing right next to my husband. So, when Justin looked at Adam and kind of nodded toward me, then started kissing me from my face down to my neck as he fondled my left breast, Adam started on the other side.

Oh, yes, now I was liking this. Liking this a lot. Justin knelt down on the floor and I opened wide for him and he began licking and tonguing me. Adam, I think, was still moving slowly, not being sure of how far or how fast to go as he bent down to suck my nipple. I wanted him to know I liked his attentions so I petted his cheek with one hand and took his cock on the other and began to rub the wet tip with my thumb.

Justin is very good at giving me oral sex and tonight was no different. But, honestly, more of my attention and interest was focused on Adam. Surely, I can’t be blamed for that.

Then, Justin stood up and moved aside and motioned Adam to stand between my legs. I felt a shiver of excitement as Adam gripped his cock as he moved forward to press the tip up against my wet slit.

I looked over at Justin standing there watching and asked, “You sure you’re okay with this? For Adam to enter me?”

“Yes, it’s okay with me but why don’t you make it even better for Adam and use our bed. Then you can get up on top of him the way you love to do it. I’m sure he’ll love it and, frankly, I want to watch every second.”

“So you’re saying that we can go all the way with this?”

“That’s what I’m saying, otherwise, it’d hardly be fair,” answered Justin and I slid off the counter and knelt in front of Adam enfolding his cock between my breasts which i pressed together, dropping my chin down and taking the tip into my mouth to suck. I knew with what Justin had just said that I pretty much had free rein over where I took the evening.

I sucked him for a minute, then stood up, took his cock in my hand and led Adam to our bed, then got up over him and very slowly squatted down, reaching behind and leading his cock up into my eager pussy.

When I glanced back, Justin was sitting in a chair watching us as he languorously stroked himself.

I looked down into Justin’s eyes as I gradually pushed him into me, sending his cock deep up inside, which brought a smile to his face. I somehow thought he had been wanting something like this with his best friend’s wife for a while now.

Lowering myself slowly was very erotic, it just made my pussy feel so good, no doubt also helped my Adam’s cock’s greater girth. As I got him all the way inside, I pushed down hard and felt him touching places up inside me that have never been reached before. I swiveled my hips twisting so the head of his cock rubbed that newly-aroused area deep inside me. Oh, this was wonderful.

Adam’s hands were on my breasts and I was so aroused by now that I leaned forward for him to suck my nipples as I fucked him up and down. I looked over at my husband who seemed to be staring at Adam’s cock sliding in and out of me as his own stroking matched the same rhythm. Fucking Adam while Justin watched was making me so turned-on that I was almost crazy with lust, I just wanted to fuck this man forever.

I began fucking Adam faster and faster, my pussy was so engorged, so torrid, that I wanted to feel the rush of his cum up deep inside me.

“Mmm. Oh, Pam, oh, wow, mmm.”

Adam was moaning now bahis firmaları and was arching his hips up trying to get further up inside me as I fucked him up and down. Well, Justin wants something to see, I thought, so let’s give him something worth seeing.

Adam was getting close, just what I wanted.

“Oh, Pam, oh, I’m gonna…” and when his back arched up, I pulled up off him as his cum spurted out all over my pussy lips, just like a fountain, then I plunged back down on him and ground down, twisting my hips back and forth, as he cummed on and on.

Justin was jacking himself faster and faster, then he stopped and took his hand away and seconds later, I saw his semen come squirting out over and over.

I continued fucking Adam, whose cock stayed nice and hard, even though he had a massive ejaculation, we were just soaked in his cum between us, and soon, I knew it was going to be my turn.

When I’m on top, there’s two places where it really feels wonderful. One is when I push down all the way and twist my hips back and forth which rubs the tip of his cock up deep inside me, the other is when I am slowly pulling up off his cock. Somehow, that just feels sensational to me, my vaginal walls just seem to glow with the most wonderful feelings imaginable. And I was paying particular attention to both these favorites.

That did the trick, I felt the warmth begin to build inside me, then spread out as my nipples started to tingle, then it hit me like a flash, like I was electrified from head to toe, it was a marvelous orgasm.

“UUNH, UUNH, OHHH, OHHH, Oh, so good, yes, yes, so good, mmm,” and I dropped down on Adam kissing him over and over. I could never tell Justin but it was the best orgasm I’d had in a long time. A very long time.

After that, I was up for anything they could think of and I told them that. And leave it to Justin to suggest that they both fuck me, one in the front, one in the back. Well, now, I’ve never done anal before and said, “Um, if we do this, I want you to get the KY Jelly out of the bathroom.”

Chapter 2

Since Justin brought the tube back into the bedroom, I took that to mean that he wanted to go ahead with the front-door/back-door penetration that I was hoping wouldn’t ruin me forever.

So, I sucked Adam for a few minutes to make sure he was good and hard (Actually, I knew very well that he was good and hard, I really just wanted to suck his nice cock), then got up over him and lowered myself down on his cock and lay forward on his chest as Justin smeared the lubricant around my butt hole and then up into it. I have to say, it actually felt pretty good. I’ve had girlfriends tell me that they thought they had more sexy nerve endings in their butt than in their pussy but I really never believed them. Maybe they’re right.

Then he put some on his cock and got up behind me, also straddling Adam’s legs and pushed his cock right up to my anus. I gritted my teeth and he pushed forward. He slid in several inches and stopped. Then he started going back and forth as I began fucking Adam.

I’m not sure how to describe what I felt. Full. Oh, yes, full. Adam’s cock is larger in length and girth than my hubby’s and that alone would make me feel pretty full. On top of that, literally, seeing the position we were in, when Justin began entering my butt, he went slowly, allowing me to get used to something that size in me it’s usually empty.

So, full, for sure. Oh, yeah.

When Justin began going in and out of my ass, I was surprised at the feelings. They were highly erotic. I even stopped fucking Adam for a few minutes just to relish this new sensation, this new pleasure. It was very arousing and it felt at least as good as being fucked in my pussy. Oh, it did feel good. I never dreamed it would feel that good.

Now, put it together with the glorious feelings Adam was giving my pussy, combine it with the kinky, taboo sense of getting it both ways by two guys, and maybe you can get an idea of what it was like. It was spectacular, fucked in both holes, it just made me delirious with sexual frenzy. It was the most fucked I’ve ever felt.

And, it was one of the fastest orgasms I’ve ever had. It was just a few minutes, three or four, maybe, before it happened. Incredible. Oh, and it went on and on and on. It lasted forever, almost. And strong, it practically doubled me up. I felt like I was completely submerged in bliss, just overcome.

Adam was under me moving his hips up and down, fucking me still as Justin was doing the same from up behind me. Justin was the first one to cum followed less than a minute later by Adam as I felt so warm and loved deep inside me. We all three lay there in a sandwich, the three of us coupled together by their cocks as the feelings continued to wash over me.

After I got disconnected from both guys, I suggested that it was time for a shower and we all three managed to get in our master shower which, thankfully, was large enough. I had lots of fun soaping cocks and I had the cleanest kaçak bahis siteleri breasts and pussy I’ve ever had. I let them dry me off then we went back into our bedroom.

“What now, hon,” Justin asked me.

“How about me sucking you two off?”

They both looked at each other as I knelt down between them, gripping each cock as I began sucking Adam and jacking my hubby. I soon turned to suck Justin and masturbate his friend and kept going back and forth between them. They both seemed to be enjoying my double-fellation and I soon had a mouth full of Adam’s cum and turned my cum-filled mouth to Justin to finish him off. After I was finished, I stood up and there was a sizable wet spot where my wetness had dripped out of me onto the floor.

They decided that one would give me oral while the other sucked and fondled my breasts and they took turns so each brought me to orgasm. This was by far the most sex I had had in one session in my entire life. Adam licked me off first, then Justin. Oh, I was a happy woman.

After getting me off, they both stood up and started masturbating over me. Oh, I’ve seen it in the porn videos on the internet many times and always thought it was rather silly. But, actually, it was fun being on the bed, them on either side jacking-off over me as I was fingering myself, then seeing the cascades of cum spurt out all over my face, neck, breasts and stomach. We were all laughing and I was covered in cum.

“Help me up, Justin, I’ve got to wash this off,” I asked as he lead me to our bathroom where he wiped me off with a warm facecloth.

“Oh, guy’s I am sore. Oh, you’ve fucked me good. But, am I happy. Thank you both,” and I kissed each one as we all three walked back to our bed.

We had asked Adam to stay the night and we all three piled into our bed, me in the middle, of course, and, I must say, I was asleep in a wink. I did wake up a few times during the night, once with Adam’s leg thrown up over me, his cock pressing on me, I did lay there awake for a few minutes enjoying the feeling.

No one really woke up until about nine-thirty and we decided to have some breakfast then return to bed for one last fling.

So, we were all three naked in the kitchen, by now, Adam felt free enough to pretty much do what he felt like with me and he was feeling my boobs as I measure the coffee out onto the coffeemaker. Then, as Justin made toast, Adam sat next to me as I played with what has become my favorite body part of his.

After breakfast, we were back upstairs in bed as Justin says, “I know Pam’s favorite position is doggie-style and each of us could do her that way. What do you think, hon?”

“That sounds nice to me. Lovely, actually. And I can suck the other one. Sound nice?”

Everyone agreed and I got up on me hands and knees as Justin got down and licked me, though I was quite wet already. He got up and led his cock right up to me and pushed up inside me as Adam got in front of me with his lovely cock wavering right in front of my face. I opened as he led it into my mouth.

Both guys started fucking me as I knelt there on my hands and knees. While I was never much into sucking guys off, I was getting to view it a little differently with Adam fucking my mouth. He knelt there in front of me pushing his hips slowly back and forth, his hands down caressing my cheeks as I sucked him.

Justin, behind me, was leisurely fucking me as I felt his thumb begin to run across my butt hole. Oh, wow. The sexual eroticism I was feeling was almost overwhelming. What a night and morning this has been. When I started all this, I had no idea what I was really beginning. I wanted sex and, boy, have I gotten it.

I was mostly holding still while both cocks went in and out of me, then, I felt Justin’s index finger slowly slip into my anus.

It was like an explosion. A jolt ripped through me as a flash of white-hot heat raced across my body, it was like I was being electrified from head to toe. Every muscle tensed and I was swept over by the most intense feeling of erotic pleasure I’ve ever, ever had. It was easily the most profound and long-lasting orgasm I’ve ever experienced. It just drained me completely.

The rest of the time it was like I was in a white fog, a wonderful, white fog, being fucked by Adam and Justin until they both filled me with their love juice. After, they each pulled out and lay on each side of me, kissing and fondling and caressing me so nicely and gently as I lay between them still engulfed in my bliss.

“Think you can do it again?” Adam asked. Knowing that it might be the last time I ever had his cock inside me I said I was up for a final fuck and got up again, this time with Adam entering me from behind and Justin up fucking my mouth.

I really couldn’t say I was tired of sex at this point, Adam’s very nice, very hard cock ensured that I was enjoying him every minute he was inside me. They were fucking into me at the same rhythm, both entering me at the same times, both pulling back out at the same time. Yes, it was very sexy-feeling.

I know that the best way to get my hubby to cum in my mouth is to suck right on the tip end of his cock as I circle my tongue around it, so I told him to hold still as I sucked him.

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NOTE: I decided, as an experiment, to write a gender-flipped version of my previously-published story “Private Eye.” The plot is nearly the same, though I wrote new sex scenes appropriate for the gender-flipped characters. I hope you enjoy this experiment and this story! – PPF

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Part One: Virgins Need Not Apply

Andy sent me the Craigslist ad over Facebook. -Photographer needed for private investigation firm. Must own camera and working car. Virgins need not apply.-

I wrote him back after checking out the ad and the rather generous hourly wage. -Ha ha, looks like just the job for me.-

-Are you going to apply May? You have a camera and you have something resembling a car.- My truck, passed down through three older siblings already, was more rust than vehicle. But it was, by definition, a working car.

I typed back: -Maybe! I could use the money.-

There was a gap in the conversation as I browsed my friends’ Facebook pages. There were a lot of pictures of parties: red cups, dark rooms, duck faces and peace signs for the camera. I tried not to feel jealous. My Facebook page was entirely photographs of trees, of birds, of the trails surrounding campus. It was my third year at college, and I still spent more time pointing my camera lens at nature than at prospective dates.

Suddenly, a message from Andy popped up: -When are you coming home?-

Now this was interesting. I was on my laptop in my room, and I could hear Andy through the door watching television on the living room couch. But he didn’t know I was here! This was the perfect opportunity. My roommate and I had something of a prank competition going on. Yesterday Andy had stolen all of the towels out of the bathroom while I was showering. I wound up holding a loofah over my pussy and the bathmat over my tits as I ran to my room, right in front of Andy’s gang of gay friends. If you didn’t know Andy and I, you might assume this was flirting. But I met Andy through his boyfriend, Rob. Searching for roommates online, Rob had remembered me from a portrait photography class, and offered a room in the two-bedroom apartment he shared with his boyfriend. I lived with Rob and Andy for a full year before they split up. It turns out Andy’s name was the one on the lease, and Rob moved across town near the river.

I might have met Rob first, but over the last year Andy and I became great friends. We both loved to watch weird old movies (my favorite: Repo Man, Andy’s favorite: Top Secret), eat popcorn with hot sauce (me: Tabasco, Andy: Mad Dog), and laze around in our underwear. Andy was like a living sculpture, with thick black hair, clear skin, and abs that somehow showed through the loosest of T-shirts. He claimed to be the only Korean gym-rat on campus. But of course, Andy was gay, and I had absolutely no chance with him. So to me he was like one of the girls. We hung out constantly, so much so that my other friends blamed Andy for my lack of dating.

“No guy thinks he can compete with Andy!” said my friend Celina. “They assume you’re together. By the way, are you together? Is he bi, or totally gay? Is he into me?”

This, by the way, is how all my conversations about Andy went. Even my mom said she was waiting for the day that Andy fell in love with me. It was embarrassing. But worth it, for the friendship.

I took some time thinking up a reply to Andy’s message. For all the ways he tried to be badass, Andy had a jump reflex like no one else. If he saw a spider, or heard a creaking floorboard, or didn’t know you were behind him when you said hello, he would jump about three feet into the air and scream. I knew now how to pull the perfect prank.

I replied: -I’m up at the library working on an assignment. I won’t be back for a while.-

In the living room, Andy laughed at something on the TV. I decided to wait a bit before I lept out of my room. It was hard though to not laugh and spoil the surprise. Honestly, the suspense before the prank has to be the most rewarding part of it.

Meanwhile, I opened a stealth tab on my laptop and quickly flipped through my various online dating profiles. Last night I’d felt desperate and sent out about twenty or so messages. There were no replies. I stared at the portraits who popped up as my matches. Beautiful women, in tank-tops beneath redwoods, in tight pajamas snuggling their dogs, in bikinis at the beach. I’d been on some first dates recently, but nothing promising.

Meanwhile, I opened a stealth tab on my laptop and quickly flipped through various online dating profiles. There were all the usual neanderthalish grunts from random men. ‘Hey.’ ‘Hi.’ ‘Sup?’ ‘Hey.’ And then a few wordless, faceless pictures of abs, and of course a random dick pic. Last night I’d gotten desperate and actually messaged some of these faceless, monosyllabic men back. But something about my replies- maybe it was the word monosyllabic?- just killed the conversation. Despite all I’d heard about horny men trolling for easy women online, I’d received not a single message back.

I casino siteleri didn’t know what I was doing wrong! I tried to search out for all the cute, nerdy men of my dreams, the quiet ones who wanted to spend an evening watching scary movies on the couch, or reading a good book before getting distracted by making out. And I’d gotten a few first dates. But nothing promising. No heart-fluttering, no googly eyes, no love at first sight.

It’s not like I was lacking in social skills. Just this past weekend, I’d met a psychology major at the 24-hour Thai restaurant. He was a tall guy with a beautiful brown eyes. He had this quiet smile and dimples that just made me blush. We’d talked, we’d flirted, we walked out into the parking lot bumping shoulders… and then as we said a lingering goodbye, and he leaned in for a kiss-

I left.

I didn’t want to leave!

But there was this voice in my head warning me that a first kiss leads to a date with a second kiss, which could lead to an invitation to his room, which could lead to sex.

And here was what I hadn’t told even my best friend Andy.

I was a virgin.

I was a virgin on a college campus surrounded by beautiful, interesting, intellectual men. I was a virgin with a ripped roommate who brought even more muscular, intellectual men into our apartment! I was a virgin with no good excuses except for the fact that I was embarrassed to be a virgin, and I knew the first time would be awkward and unsexy and…

Well, honestly, I was probably still a virgin because I thought about it too much!

Closing the dating websites, I noticed that Andy wasn’t watching TV anymore. I listened for footsteps- the floorboards of our old house are as creaky as they are drafty- and heard none. In fact, I heard nothing from behind the door. Andy had to be on the couch still, probably with his headphones in, watching something on his laptop.

I suck silently to the door. Slowly, slowly, I turned the knob, trying to not make a single noise. Inch by inch I opened the door, peeking through. Perfect, Andy’s back was turned to me as he lay on the couch. Just as I thought, he had his laptop on the coffee table and his earbuds in. He was totally captivated by what he was watching, which seemed to be a romantic gay film. Two men were kissing, grasping at each others’ bodies. They were… naked. One of the men, muscular with flawless dark skin, started kissing down the other man’s body, taking a nipple between his lips. His hand swept down over the other man’s taut belly, then around to grab a handful of ass.

Oh my god.

Andy was watching porn!

Oh, this would just be too embarrassing.

How perfect!

I was about to leap out to scare Andy, when I noticed that my roommate wasn’t just watching porn. One hand rested on his tight white t-shirt while the other moved over his gym shorts. I could see that Andy was breathing heavily, his shoulders rising and falling. He still had the back of his head to me. I could see the rise of his cock within his gym shorts, his hand feeling out the shape of it, stroking the shaft and then rubbing the head. On the laptop, one of the men, a red-head, lay back on white sheets while the other man licked his cock from balls to tips, over and over. On the couch, Andy let out a little moan. With one hand he reached down between his legs and started gently kneading his balls. With the other he stroked his cock, still tented in his gym shorts. I could see his hips rising a little with each stroke.

My own hands were moving down my body. With one hand I squeezed my breast and teased my nipple. The other hand was crawling down, down towards my pants, where I could feel my pussy already wet.

Wait, what was I doing? I blinked, took a deep breath. I needed to close the door, give Andy his privacy. No wonder he asked when I was coming home. He was horny and bored and- oh my god, he was now removing his gym shorts.

Beneath, Andy wasn’t wearing underwear. He pulled his shorts down, and the waistband caught on the head of his cock. As he pulled more, his cock sprung free, slapping against his tight abs. Andy’s cock was enormously swollen, the head like a huge pink strawberry. Andy licked his fingers and rubbed the saliva on the head of his cock. Precum glistened at the tip. With his thumb, he rubbed the precum down to the base of the head. On the laptop, one man was eagerly swallowing the other’s cock, taking it down into his throat in hungry bobs of his head.

Andy groaned in pleasure. His hips bucked the air as he stroked his cock. I could see the effort he was making to hold back from cumming. He timed his strokes with the bobbing of the man’s head on his screen. Andy reached down and grabbed his balls with his other hand. He ground his ass down against the sofa. I would have to sit on that sofa later. I wondered if I would be able to smell his body there, his sweat, his exertion.

Now on the laptop, the redhead was standing behind his partner in front of a mirror. He had his partner’s güvenilir casino hands against the mirror, and was reaching around and stroking his cock like a madman. I could see both of their reflexions in the mirror, all their lithe muscles taut with passion.

I suddenly noticed my own hand was pressed firmly against my pussy through my jeans. I felt like my panties were soaked through. I could smell my own smell of sex. I yanked my hand back as if I were touching a live wire. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. And yet, I had not closed the door.

On the laptop, one of the men came all over the mirror. As the other man stroked his cock, huge ropes of cum shot out, smearing over their reflection. Like a starving man, his partner kneeled down and started licking the cum off the mirror’s surface.

Andy groaned again and thrust his hips into the air, his hand firmly grasped around his cock. His other hand pulled up his shirt over his abs, and he pinched one of his nipples. As he started to cum- pumping even faster, even harder- his feet kicked against one side of the couch and his shoulders slid over the edge of the other arm. Cum gushed onto his abs, white strands pooling into his belly button. His head finally dropped, and I suddenly realized he was facing me, albeit upside down, staring openly at him masturbating on the couch. But luck was with me- Andy’s eyes were closed in pleasure and release.

I’ll admit, I still didn’t close the door right away. I looked at the upside-down face of my roommate for a split second longer. His mouth was pursed open, and his tongue darted out and licked perspiration from his full lips. Relief had smoothed his beautiful face, with his high cheekbones and dark eyebrows. I had a sudden urge to kiss him. Or to take off my jeans and soaked panties and plant by pussy down on his mouth. Squirt all over his chin when I climaxed.

Oh god, what was I thinking? I stepped back into my room and silently closed the door. I just prayed Andy hadn’t opened his eyes in time.

I scanned my room for an escape plan. Andy still thought I was up on campus.

The window of my room opened on a little side yard maintained by our landlord, and then the sidewalk and street where my old beater of a truck was parked. I grabbed my laptop, my backpack, and my camera. I gently placed my goods outside the window, then squeezed out myself.

My truck was infamous in our neighborhood. Its peeling red paint left rusty patches like some sunburnt cow. Its engine started with a gunshot, whined like an injured buffalo, and coughed like a starving artist with tuberculosis. It was, in other words, not a great getaway vehicle.

Instead, my legs shaking and my panties still soaked, I scurried down the sidewalk. There was a coffee shop I liked a few blocks away. I’d spend some time there and then walk home. As I walked down the sidewalk, I practiced the neutral face I’d have to keep up when I came through the front door. But I kept picturing Andy’s face instead. Upside down, flushed with erotic energies, biting his lip as he came. I shook my head. I would have to calm down before I reached the coffee shop. I could feel my nipples prodding out of my shirt like goddamn antennae.

I’d gotten things under control by the time I reached Coffee & Pie, a coffee shop and bakery I’d been visiting since I’d first moved in with Rob and Andy. It was a real local’s joint, visited by families and retirees rather than college students. Other than myself, of course.

Coffee & Pie was hidden in a strip mall in between a Brazilian Jujitsu school and a private dental practice. I guess if you got your teeth knocked out in Jujitsu you could get fixed two doors down, then celebrate with a slice of home-baked pie. The coffee shop was an unassuming little square of a place, just a glass counter filled with pies, a couple of tables and a single lumpy couch. But it had great wi-fi, it was quiet, and I was in love with a boy who worked there.

Well, I should amend that.

I wanted to be in love with him. The truth was, I’d hardly talked with him. He had sandy brown hair kept messy in that artfully tousled way. Bold black glasses framed these warm blue eyes. In the morning his strong jaw was freshly shaved, but if he was working in the afternoon or evening he had a perfect five-o’clock shadow. You could tell, just by the way he peered out at the world, that he had a great sense of humor. He had a tattoo of a dragonfly on his right forearm, and a little scar above his left eyebrow. He smelled like cardamom.

I didn’t even know his name.

Here’s the limit of our conversation each time I come into the coffee shop to relax or work:

“I’ll have a latte and a slice of pie.”

“The pear pie is especially good right now.”

“Sounds great.”

“That’ll be $5.50.”

“Here you go.”

“Have a nice day.”

“You too.”

Then I sit down and eat my pie and drink my latte and try not to look at him.

Once- just once- there was a variation to the conversation. canlı casino It was the first or second time I’d brought my new camera with me. I’d scrimped and saved for this camera, foregoing coffee for two months. I was very proud of it, and brought it everywhere to show off. When I asked for my latte, the boy behind the counter said he hadn’t seen me in a while. I told him I’d been saving for this camera, and that segued into a little conversation about photography. He said his mother was a photographer, but he had no talent for it. Instead, he was going to the local community college to figure out what he wanted to pursue in life.

All the while my heart was beating out of my chest and I kept thinking, ‘Ask him out, ask him out, ask him out!’

I finally got up the guts to introduce myself. I said, “My name is May.”

And just as he took my hand in his, a customer walked through the door. The loud ringing of the bell above the door covered the sound of her name. And before I could ask again, the customer was ordering a carafe of coffee and a dozen pies for their office. It was too late.

So now I fell back on the old conversation, all business, too embarrassed to introduce myself again.

I opened my laptop and noticed the Craigslist ad was still open. -Photographer needed for private investigation firm. Must own camera and working car. Virgins need not apply.-

Well, I had a car and a camera. And that last sentence had to be a strange joke. I had some time to waste, so I decided to apply. I opened up my resume, added a few updates, and selected some good photographs to go with it. Thinking of the old detective noir films my mom had loved, I selected black and white photographs with heavy shadows. Many of them were of Andy, my usual subject. There was one of him standing shirtless against a blank white wall of our apartment. The sun was low in the sky and casting these incredible dark criss-crossed shadows from the picture window at the front. He was holding a white sheet about three inches below his bellybutton, so you could see the contours of his muscles pointing down towards his crotch. The shadows of the window frames and the shadows of the sheet intermingled into a sort of rorschach test ink-blot. His pale skin, his black hair, all played into this intricate chaos of light and dark. He looked damn sexy, too.

I noticed, suddenly, that the coffee shop boy was behind me looking at the screen. I closed the window, my face turning beet red. “Here’s your latte and pie,” he said, bending down and placing the plate and mug next to my laptop. He was wearing this tight striped shirt, unbuttoned at the top, and even tighter black jeans. As be bent over my eyes drifted to his ass, its shape within the black jeans a sort of extension of my chiaroscuro photography.

I blinked, yanked my eyes away, and mumbled a thank-you. I just couldn’t get anything right today!

I sent off the application, then read some articles for class while enjoying my pie and coffee. The articles were all about architectural photography. Different theories on how to shoot a building. We had a big architectural photography project coming up that I’d been procrastinating. And now I was even more distracted. I felt my eyes were magnets turning towards the ass or abs of any man I saw. I kept remembering Andy touching himself on the couch. I kept thinking about how clumsy I was in staring at the coffee boy’s ass. I decided I would never look at a man again. I would buy thick sunglasses, the ones you wear during an eclipse. I would take a vow of silence, so I could never say something embarrassing. I would sequester myself in a cell in the most isolated nunnery in the world. I would-

An e-mail popped up from someone named Marshal Saint-Claud. It had a simple message:

-I received your application. The job is yours if you want it. Meet me tonight at 8:00 at the office. – Marsh-

There was an address and a phone number.

I immediately messaged Andy online. -Holy shit, I got the job!-

-Detective May!- he replied. -Ready to take pictures of husbands fucking their mistresses?-

My face blanched white, then burned. I hadn’t thought of just what my camera would be pointed at. ‘Virgins need not apply,’ I thought. Andy was probably right. Then again, I had a picture of Andy with his hand wrapped around his cock in my mind. Maybe this job would help me get my mind off of certain other things.

-I’m heading home,- I typed to Andy.

-See you soon!-

Part Two: Shots Fired

With a shot, and a whine, and a desperate cough, my truck pulled into the office park. It was nearly eight, and the parking lot was empty. A single light shone in an office window up on a third floor. The whole office building was built Mission-style, with adobe white walls and odd, fortress-like roofs. I felt like a thief invading a castle.

I walked up the stairs and rang the bell at the door. A voice inside said, “Come in!”

Inside was less an office than a single room. Half the space was taken up by a long desk covered in piles of folders, binders, and loose papers. On the wall was a framed poster for the film ‘The Girl from Ipanema.’ And in the center, sitting in the only chair in the room, was Marshal Saint-Claud, or Marsh as I’d come to call him.

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Ray couldn’t believe his good fortune. Not only had he not gotten in trouble for accidently ass-raping his cheating ex-girlfriend’s younger sister, but Charlotte was going to help him get back at Karen as well! Plus, he’d taken her out on two dates while her sister was away and he was starting to really like her, and not just because she was a hell of a lot of fun in bed. She was spontaneous, cute, funny, smart, and they were interested in a lot of the same things… she’d even liked the jazz club he’d taken her to! It was a hell of a difference from dating her older sister.

And now she was just as into him getting revenge as he had been before… honestly at this point he could have cared less, because he was content just having her, but she really wanted it to happen. He kinda thought that she might be a little turned on by the idea of him raping her older sister’s ass, and that she really wanted to watch. Maybe it was her own payback for past things done to her as well, whatever, he didn’t really care – he was just doing it to make her happy.

Happy she was too, she’d slipped a drug into her sister’s drink during dinner and now she was helping him carry Karen up the stairs and tie her face down to the bed… they were going to wait until she woke up before doing anything else though. It would be nearly as much fun with her asleep. Stripping her down they placed her on the bed, a bundle of blankets was placed under her hips to keep her ass in the air… they tied her hands behind her back and her legs to the bed so that she couldn’t go anywhere. Ray privately thought that Karen didn’t look nearly as good as Charlotte would in this position, and he wondered if she would ever let him tie her up like this. It might be worth it to ask eventually.

While they waited for Karen to wake up she sat on his lap on the bed and they kissed passionately, slowly divulging each other of their clothes. Charlotte had the ability to make him more horny than ever.

“Are kaçak iddaa you sure you want me to take her ass and not yours?” he asked, panting as her fingernails ran down his back.

“No,” she giggled at the expression on his face, “But we’ve already gone through all this trouble, and I really want to watch.”

Ray groaned at the lustful feelings she aroused in him and gripped her ass with his hands, kneading her butt-cheeks with his fingers. Their kisses became deeper and rougher, his dick was rubbing along the inside of her thigh and he longed to just plunge it into her body, forget Karen and fuck his new girlfriend raw. Just as he was about to lose control they were interrupted.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?” They looked over to their side where Karen was now awake and glaring at them, Charlotte straddling Ray as they held each other.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” said Charlotte.

“WHAT THE HELL!” yelled Karen, “LET ME GO!”

Shaking her head in disappointment, Charlotte got off of Ray’s lap as her older sister continued to scream at them and picked up Karen’s panties off the floor. Balling them up, she shoved them into Karen’s mouth before her sister had realized what she was going to do. Now her yells were muffled by the fabric, and Ray looked admiringly at his girlfriend.

“Come over here and lemme lube you up honey,” cooed Charlotte, picking up the bottle of KY jelly and reaching for him. Eagerly Ray went to his girlfriend’s hands, his cock bouncing in front of him. She lathered him up as they watched Karen struggle on the bed… Ray mused that it was a good thing Charlotte was here, he didn’t think he’d be all that aroused by Karen.

But when he did get behind her, watching her jiggling buttocks, he found that he did want to part them, split them open… all his old vindictive feelings came rushing back as he watched her struggle.

“Decided to cheat on me with my best friend huh?” he snarled, pressing his dick into her ass as kaçak bahis she shrieked and started struggling even more, Charlotte coming around to hold her sister in place and watch as he violated her ass, “Tell me that you want to wait for marriage and then you go fuck around with someone else.” He jabbed a few inches deeper and Charlotte smiled as Karen’s eyes popped. Looking around she opened the night stand drawer and pulled out her sister’s vibrator, turning it on she pressed it underneath Karen and against her clit. If Karen came, while Ray raped her ass, it would just be too perfect.

Karen’s body jerked as it was assaulted with pain and pleasure, the dick in her ass burning and make her bowels cramp as it invaded her, and the vibrator against her clit buzzing inharmoniously with the discomfort in her backside. Rubbing the vibrator against her clit, Charlotte smiled as she watched her boyfriend’s dick bury itself in her sister’s asshole, the formally crinkled hole looked stretched and whitish around the invading member. She wondered if her own looked like that when he took her… or maybe it would look different now that she was no longer an anal virgin. A giggle rose in her throat at that thought… not nearly virginal anywhere now!

Ray found that Karen’s ass was just as tight as her sister’s, although perhaps not as enjoyable – she certainly wasn’t as enthusiastic as Charlotte was (or as she had been the first time), but the revenge factor made it plenty exciting for him. He pillaged her ass, fucking her hard and taking his own pleasure in it, leaving Karen’s orgasm up to Charlotte to engineer. A vibrator would probably do a better job than he would anyway. When her hips began moving involuntarily against the vibrator – and consequently against his thrusts – he grinned and began fucking her even harder, gripping her hips as he set a bruising pace.

Although Karen was doing her best not to humiliate herself, the pumping of a dick in her ass actually was starting illegal bahis to feel kind of good. The burning pain had stopped and now it was a slick movement that left her feeling full and shivery; combined with the ever-intensifying vibration on her clit she was actually starting to build towards an orgasm. Wriggling, she tried to fight it, but her movements just ended up moving her closer to climax rather than further.

As he moved within her, her ass started ripple around him as she writhed, and he could hear the change in her moans. Charlotte was watching her sister with an odd expression on her face – envy, lust, arousal… it made his balls tighten to see her watching them. Gritting his teeth he thrust hard into Karen, pushing himself as deeply as he could go each time before letting out a bellow with his final pump as his back arched slightly and he came, spurting cum into her bowels. Charlotte turned up the vibrator to its highest intensity and pressed it hard against Karen’s clit as she realized Ray was cumming; feeling his dick pulse in her ass and the pressure of the vibrator sent her soaring and she began cumming as his orgasm finished.

Breathing hard, he leaned on Karen’s backside as her body shook and she finished out her climax, his dick slowly shrinking inside her hole.

Charlotte removed the vibrator from her sister’s pussy as he pulled his dick from her ass and they kissed happily. Making a face, he said, “I’d better go wash myself off, I’ll be right back.” She ended up going with him to wash off the vibrator as well.

Coming back into the room they looked at the sweaty girl on the bed; she was struggling again, trying to get loose.

“You know,” said Ray slowly, “There’s still one person in this room who isn’t satisfied… I don’t think that’s quite right.”

“You offering to do something about it?” Charlotte smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck as he gave her a strange smile.

“Not me…” his gaze drifted over to the struggling figure on the bed as his hands stroked the small of her back, “Someone else…”

Surprised, a little unsure of what to think, Charlotte looked at her sister’s jiggling backside.

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I don’t know much about him. I do know that his name is Sean and he’s a senior at my high school. He’s 18 and a senior in high school like me, He just moved in next door over two months ago. I’ve been watching him closely and slowly I’m falling in love with him. It’s strange to fall in love with someone you hardly know but he’s got this kind of effect of me. It must be magic or something.

I see him at school and he seems to be quite popular with the girls. He’s tall about 5’10” and has broad and a nice hard body, from years of being in football, is my guess. His hair is short and black. His eyes are a soft gray and his smile is absolutely stunning. Yes I do think I’m in love.

Almost every Friday night I know he swims outside in the huge swimming pool his parents have. He usually just wears long swim trunks and I watch him from my bedroom on the second floor of my house. I always make sure to turn off the lights and I just watch him swim for hours. His parents seem to always be asleep early on Friday nights.

I always wait for the time I know he’ll be out there. It’s past eleven at night, and I find my eyes wandering over to the pool. The small lights around it slowly light up and I see Sean. He’s wearing black and white swimming trunks and a white t-shirt. I quickly turn off my lights and sit by the window seat just watching him once again.

He slowly removes his shirt letting me see his hard chest and stomach. I feel my heart already racing just looking at him. He’s the type of guys that make almost every girl nervous and excited. I find my hands wandering down to my breasts over my long blue t-shirt that is just above my knees. My breasts are small and nipples are hard and big. I love to sit here and watch him swim so smoothly.

He dives in the pool hard and I watch the water splash violently. He begins to swim and I sigh finding myself smiling and giggling. I’ve never told any of my friends that I watch him, otherwise they’d want to be over here with me gawking at him. This is only my secret and I’ll never tell anyone.

I wonder if he’s just come back from a date or if he’s still trying to get adjusted to living in this town. I’ve tried to talk to him, but nothing ever comes out. He’s in one of my classes and sits towards the back of the room. The pretty girls always surround him and try to talk to him. I’ve heard his voice and it’s deep and low, that kind that makes any girl shiver when she hears it.

I’ve got my window open since it’s hot outside and the sky is filled with bright silver stars. It’s early May and I can already felt he the warmth of summer. It smells so clean outside and I would love to be swimming in that water with Sean. I’m slowly just drifting off into my own fantasy world when suddenly, I see him step out of the pool and look up towards my window. I want to just duck down and hide but I can’t move. I wonder if he can see me or not.

I can barely see his face, but I know he’s smiling. I bite my lip and push my long brown hair out of my face in disbelief. He waves at me as if he’s signaling for me to come talk to him. At this point, I don’t know what to do. I’m scared and yet I want to go down there more than anything I’ve ever wanted to do.

After a few seconds, he waves again and dives back in the pool. He floats on the water still staring up into my bedroom. I know he’s seen me by now. I’m still scared and don’t know whether to go down there or not. My parents are fast asleep and escort izmir everything in the house is so quiet. I know he’s still there waiting for me.

Without thinking twice, I grab a pair of gray cotton shorts and slip them on. I start to climb out of my window and down the big oak tree that stands in front of my room. As I climb down, I hear the water in the pool splashing and I see Sean moving around happily.

I keep praying that my parents won’t wake up, because if they did I’d never hear the end of it. Yet at the same time, I don’t care, I just want to be with Sean. Walking very slowly and nervously, I approach the fence and smile weakly. He stops moving around in the water and climbs out of the pool.

“I called you down here because I figured you’d wanna join me for a swim,” he says smiling at me and I watch the water drip from his chest.

“I would like that, but what about your parents?” I ask nervously.

He scoffs and never takes his eyes off me. “My parents are fast asleep, they are heavy sleepers you know. Come on, join me for a swim. It’s hot tonight and plus swimming is so much better with someone than when you’re alone.”

He puts his arms out to me. I begin to climb over the short wooden fence that divides our houses. He catches me in his arms very nicely and laughs softly. “There you go. Now come on.”

He begins to walk away but I just stay still. He stops and turns to look at me. I feel so nervous. He walks to me and puts his hands on my face. I look up at him and I’m sure he can see the fear in my green eyes.

“What’s wrong? Are you OK?” He asks.

I nod. “No, it’s just that…it’s just that I-I don’t have a swimsuit on. Just some shorts.”

He smoothes my hair back. “That’s OK. You can swim in your shorts I don’t mind.”

I look down and touch my t-shirt. “My shirts too long. I can’t swim good with this on.”

He cups my chin and makes me look up at him. “Take it off then. I won’t look I promise.”

My hands are shaky. “T-take it off? I-I can’t do that!” I say shyly.

He holds my hands in his and walks me towards the pool. He stands only a few inches away from me and begins to take off his swim trunks. I gasp and my eyes widen. He smiles and let’s them fall down his legs until he’s completely nude. I want to look at his cock but instead I look away.

“You can look at it if you want Courtney,” he says in a confident tone. I love the way he says my name. I had no clue he even knew my name.

I find myself slowly turning to face him again and my eyes wander down to his cock. He’s already hard. He’s got to be at least seven inches long. His purple mushroom head is wet and I don’t know if it’s from the water or his male juices. I’m mesmerized as if I had never seen anything so beautiful before.

“You want to touch it?” He asks quietly.

I blush and walk closer to him. He holds me close and leans down to kiss me. I’ve kissed a few boys my days but this kiss was absolutely wonderful. The way his lips went over mine and how his tongue softly massaged mine. I put my arms around him and get lost in his kisses. My heart was fluttering with happiness and I felt as if I was in heaven.

He broke our kiss and looked at the water and then at me. “Please take off your top. Take everything off and swim with me. Please.”

I step back and remove my long t-shirt. I see him staring at my breasts and I cover them with my hands feeling shy and embarrassed. He’s escort izmir probably used to bigger breasts. Sean puts his hands over mine removing them away to see my breasts. He looks at my perky breasts and licks his lips.

“Wow! So beautiful. You are so beautiful,” he says in a low voice.

My face turns red once again. “Touch them Sean,” I find myself boldly saying.

He doesn’t hesitate. His big hands cover my breasts as he gently squeezes them. I let out a soft moan. His fingers tease my nipples as we keep our eyes on each other. I feel wetness between my legs immediately.

I push him back gently and start to slip my shorts off. He stares at me closely and smiles. I stand there in my white cotton panties and he waits for me to remove them. I’ve never been naked in front of a guy before so I was scared but at the same time I wanted him to see me. I wanted his eyes looking at my naked body and having him think unpure thoughts about me. I know I want Sean more than anything else in this world.

I bend down to take my panties off and I see his eyes looking at my pussy. I’m completely shaven and I can tell he likes that. I see that gorgeous smile appear on his handsome face once again.

He offers me his hand and we stand in front of his pool. “Ready?” He asks before we dive in together.

I nod and suddenly we splash into the warm water together. We are underwater kissing as if we’d been lovers all of our lives. Our tongues play with each other and I feel his naked body against mine. It’s the most wonderful feeling.

We swim back up for air and we breath heavily together trying to catch our breaths. We laugh and he holds me close to him. His hands are around my waist and my hands are around his neck. We float together in the water and kiss more. It’s like we can’t get enough of each other.

“I know you watch me every Friday night,” he suddenly says looking at me.

I feel my face flush. “How do you know?”

“Because I just do. I have a feeling you’re watching me. I’d been wanting to ask you to join me for a while now.”

“You should have asked me. I would have not thought twice about it. I’m so in love with you,” I find myself confessing.

He puts his hand between my legs and slowly rubs on my pussy. I feel such a rush of excitement all through my entire body. “I love you too. It feels so good to finally be able to tell you.”

I moan and start to pant as I feel him slip a finger inside of me. My moans increase and he places his mouth over mine to keep me quiet. His finger feels so good inside of me. He’s getting me ready for his cock I know he is. I want to be ready for him. I need him inside of me. I’m young, but I know this is right. Things have never felt more right or made more sense than tonight.

He suddenly stops and takes his finger out. He moves back a bit grabbing my hand and placing it on his cock. My hand wraps around his cock and slowly strokes it feeling it throbbing. I can feel his veins with each stroke of my hand. He’s so hard and I’m so wet.

“Mmm yeah! Do it slowly like that,” he says closing his eyes.

I start to go faster and watch his face filled with pleasure. I know at this point I want him even more! He leans down to put one of my nipples in his mouth. I shudder at first and begin to moan with him. He takes turns on my nipples sucking them and gently biting them. My hand is now stroking him harder and faster.

He suddenly pushes back and gasps for air. I float silently hoping I didn’t do anything wrong. He opens his arms and smiles at me. “Come here, swim to me. I’m so ready to be inside of you.”

I start to swim to him and this time I’m no longer nervous. I’m determined to have Sean make love to me. Even if it’s for this one night I don’t care. I want him to be my first sex. To be the first guy that pleasures me.

I swim towards him until I’m back in his arms. He swims back wards a bit with me in his arms until we reach the end of the pool. He places my back against the pool wall and spreads my legs. I wrap my arms around him and we share such a soft erotic kiss. As we kiss, he starts to search for my opening with his cock. He seems to have a hard time getting inside of me. I reach down and grab his cock guiding it inside of me.

He laughs softly. “Thanks. Put me inside of you. I need to explode inside of you.”

My eyes close tightly as I start to get his cock in me. I can feel my pussy opening up and swallowing up his cock. It hurts but I don’t care. I know soon enough it’ll feel good and I’ll have Sean making love to me.

Finally he does a hard thrust and gets all his cock inside of me. I moan in pain and he kisses me to calm me down. His hips start to move back and forth as he starts to make love to me. I wrap my legs around his waist pushing him closer, wanting him deep in me. The water around us splashes lightly with each thrust. Soon we are making passionate love in Sean’s pool. I look up at the sky for a minute and see a falling star. I close my eyes and make a wish. After making my wish I open my eyes once again and stare deeply at my new lover.

I can feel his cock twitching inside of me and he grunts loudly. He’s got two fingers playing with my clit as he keeps sliding his cock in and out of me. I start to feel my nipples harden with intense pleasure. My body tightens and suddenly I feel like an eruption inside of my body. I start to shake and my moans come out naturally.

“Mmmmggghhh ooh Sean oh god this feels g-good!” I wail.

“Yes baby cum for me. Cum on my cock,” Sean says.

I feel my pussy draining out my warm juices and Sean thrusts harder. He looks at me and whispers, “I love you,” and closes his eyes. I suddenly feel a rush of hot fluid shooting inside of me.

“Arrrghghg yesss! Oh f-fuck! Mmmmmmm!”

He’s cumming in me! Oh God he feels so good! I keep thinking.

Long spurts of Sean’s cum are filling me. It’s so close to my period, I know I can’t get pregnant or at least that’s what I’d heard. I just didn’t care at that moment. Sean was putting his seed in me and I loved it, because I loved him. He was my first sex and I knew I’d treasure this moment for the rest of my life. We may all have several sexual partners in life but a woman never forgets her first. I knew I’d never forget Sean.

He kisses me once again as he slides his cock out of me. I lay my head on his chest and close my eyes as we hold each other in the silence of the night.

I open my eyes once again and realize I’m back in my room. I look at the clock and it’s past midnight. I realize I’m still dry and dressed in my long blue t-shirt, but for some strange reason I can still feel Sean’s warmth on me. I must have fallen asleep! I think to myself.

I look out the window and see Sean in the pool. I look up at the sky and see the same shiny silver stars. One fallen star catches my eye and I make my wish. I look down at the pool where Sean is swimming and I see him looking up towards my bedroom. He waves at me just like in my dream. I smile and make my move. I’m definitely in love.

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Hello, and welcome to part four of my story about Isabel and James. I hope you enjoy it as much as the first three.

This part has been put into the First Time category, because as you will read, James and Isabel finally get it on.

Regarding the Kendo part of the story: if you are part of the BKA then apologize, because this part of the story has no basis in fact and is made to fit my storyline.

Thank you for the kind comments, and please feel free to leave any comment as long as it’s constructive.

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I am awake before the girls. Lying there, I am unable to move, because Isabel has snuggled right into me. She has her head next to mine, breathing steadily onto my neck. Her shoulder is nestled into my armpit, with her leg cocked over mine, and her arm extends to rest across my chest. Her breath sends goosebumps all over my body, as I lay there enjoying the moment. The sun is just beginning to show itself through a gap at the top of my curtains, and the morning chorus of birds has filled the outside air.

Sam and her girlfriend Hannah have come to visit. We’d had a great night at our favorite watering hole, The Thatch, in Croyde. And after we’d returned home Isabel and Sam had ended up having a game of truth. The one question that still revolves around in my mind though, is the one Sam had asked about how close we had come to having sex. I keep thinking back to yesterday, and the moment Isabel had rubbed my cock against her soaking wet pussy. The feeling was incredible, but when I felt her flesh surround the head of my cock I presumed that my cock was between her puffy pussy lips. She has the most wonderful, deep slit.

I must be dozing because my mind begins to drifts back over the time since Izzy’s arrival. My brother Bradly being a total pain in the ass. He thought she looks like Emilia Clarke. I didn’t even know who she was until I Googled it, and there is a slight resemblance. Izzy is taller, and far better proportions. She’s got a far better pair of tits. She knocks Emilia Clarke out of the ballpark. My mind drifts again, seeing Izzy’s smile, and the way she looks at me. The first time we went to the beach, and the first kiss on the balcony. If you could build my perfect woman, you would end up with my Izzy.

Isabel stirs in my arms making me snap out of my thoughts. Kissing the top of her head, and looking down I see a sweet smile of recognition spread across her face. She opens one eye, and turns her face up for a kiss.

“Hey,” comes a whisper.

“Hey, back.”

“Did you sleep okay, Baby?”

“Like a rock, my love.”

“Oh Jimmy, I love being your love.”

We kiss for a while, both trying not to disturb our friends. Unfortunately, we fail on that last point.

“I love you too, Jay.” I can only burst out laughing at the two giggling girls on the airbed.

“Yes Sam, we know,” Isabel says, as she buries her head in my chest, laughing.

Hannah asks, “Have you expressed your love to each other already?”

Isabel turns round to face Hannah and Sam, who are both now sitting up looking our way. “Yes, we have. We both told each other yesterday morning.” She says proudly.

“Jay, you kept that one secret.”

“Sorry Sam, but it isn’t meant to be a secret. Just personal.”

Sam gets up and walks over to my side of the bed. She crawls under the covers, then on top of both Isabel and me. Putting her arms around us, she kisses us both. “I knew, from the time I saw Isabel sit on your lap on video chat.”

We lie there in a three-way hug for a couple of minutes before I have to break it up, because I need a pee. When I get back upstairs Isabel and Sam are in a discussion about what we can do before they have to leave. Unfortunately, buses don’t run on Sundays. My mother will be taking us to the train station. Sam can’t help mention the fact I failed my driving test the first time around. I hear Sam say they will be getting the six o’clock train, so we have most of the day together.

I sit on the sofa, and decide to make small talk with Hannah. “Did you sleep okay on the airbed Hannah?”

“Yes Jay, it’s surprisingly comfortable. Oh sorry, is it okay I call you Jay?”

“Most of my friends do Hannah, so I have no problem if you do.”

She gives me a broad smile, “I’ve had a great time so far this weekend.”

“That’s good. Have you recovered okay from my Kendo display?”

“Oh yes. I was just a little shocked at how good you are.”

“You should see him with his Samurai sword, Hannah.”

Hannah’s eyes grow wide. She looks a little worried at Sam’s comment.

I pat her arm reassuringly. “Don’t worry, it’s locked away in Dad’s gun case.”

“You have a sword, Jimmy?”

“Yeah, my Dad got me it when I received my first black belt. I will show you it when we have time.”

Hannah getting up stops the conversation dead. She heads downstairs telling us, ‘she’s going for her morning pee’.

“Oh to much information Hannah.” I sit back on the sofa laughing. “So bonus veren siteler what have you two decided we are doing today?”

“I would like to take Hannah up to our hill if that’s okay. I told her about it, and she asked last night if we could go.”

“We have enough bikes. Your bike is still here Sam, but I better ask if it’s ok to take Mum’s bike. I’ll check it over before we leave, she never seems to use it.” Getting back up I walk over, and get in the same side as Isabel. “What time do you want to get up Sam?”

“Not sure. I could do with a shower, but first a cuddle with my girlfriend,” Sam says this as Hannah appears at the top of the stairs, she looks straight at us looking at her anticipating a response.

She stands there, stone-faced at first, then smiles. “Get out my way, coming through.” She runs across the room and launches herself at Sam. They end up on the other side of my bed, kissing.

Isabel looks at me. “Shall we?” With that she climbs on top of me, kissing me passionately as our tongues sync quickly into their beautiful dance.

The spell is broken by my mother coughing at the top of my stairs. “Well, I suppose it could be worse. You are with the correct partners.”

We all stop and turn to look in my mum’s direction looking guilty of something.

“If anyone wants any breakfast, I’m just starting it now.” She has got the knowing look only Mums do.

I look at Isabel first, then over at Sam and Hannah. “Anyone hungry?”

They all seem to jump up at the same time.

“Looks like it’s a yes, Mum,” I say, laughing.

I get up and put some jeans over my bed shorts, and shrug on a t-shirt. Isabel and Sam are almost naked, and are getting dressed in front of me. I suspect Hannah is waiting for me to leave. I quickly make tracks to the stairs, telling them that I will see them downstairs.

I am sat in the kitchen drinking coffee when first Isabel, then Sam, and finally Hannah walk in. Sam goes over to help; she is about the only person I have ever seen my mother tolerate in the kitchen. The rest of us just have to stay out of the way, and wait.

Today being Sunday Mum is doing her full English. This consists of scrambled eggs, baked beans, tomatoes, bacon, sausages, a couple of slices of toast, and of course hash browns. It’s the best breakfast of the week.

Breakfast is done, and everyone full. I go out to the shed with my second coffee of the day. I need to check Sam’s, and my mother’s bikes over, maybe oil the chain. Seeing a shadow at the door, I notice Hannah has followed me outside with her coffee. The sun is quite high in the sky, and the birds are still singing.

“God, it’s beautiful here.”

“Yes it is. Are Isabel and Sam still talking?”

“Yeah. They seem to be getting on well.”

“They have ever since the first time they met on video chat.”

Hannah sits down. “My biggest worry was seeing you, and Sam together. When she first told me about you it worried me, but now seeing you together I truly get it. Now my worry is that I will never be as close to Sam as you, or be able to match your unconditional bond.” I am a little taken aback by her honesty.

It takes me a moment to answer. “Hannah, you shouldn’t worry about something that isn’t the same. It’s only because I have known Sam for a long time, anyway I can see how much she really likes you. Believe me when I say that there is something between you. So just let it run its natural course.”

She looks up at me with glazed eyes. “James, do you really think so?”

“You’ve known each other such a short time, so just be open to it, Hannah.” I look up from Sam’s back wheel. “I have never known Sam so into someone, but always remember that my love for Sam will always be different from what you two will have for each other.”

She stands and puts her arms around me before kissing me on the cheek. “I didn’t expect that, I hope you’re right. Thanks’ Jay, that was quite beautiful.”

“Excuse us, are we interrupting something?” Izzy and Sam appear through the shed door.

“Just bonding with my best friend’s girl,” I say as I grin at the two ladies.

Hannah is looking like she has been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, and shifts uncomfortably.

Sam sees this, and puts her hand on her cheek. “Han, you do know that he is the only person on this earth that I do trust you 100% with?”

Hannah sees the smile on both Isabel’s and Sam’s faces. She noticeably breathes out, and laughs to relieve her tension.

“That goes for you two as well,” Isabel adds. “You two are the only females I trust with my man.” Then Izzy adds, “I must admit that I was a little worried at first, but seeing these two interact together you can see there is nothing but friendship.”

Sam gasps, “you what? That’s not what I heard.” She turns to Hannah. “You should have heard all the un-lady-like language coming out of her mouth.”

Izzy goes a bright shade of crimson as we all laugh at the memory of her storming up my bedava bahis stairs the second night after we met. “Well, I didn’t know you then.” She adds with a pout.

I finished looking the bikes over, while the girls disappear inside to pick up supplies.

Half an hour later the four of us are cycling up the road towards the hill. Hannah is a little shaky at first. She hadn’t ridden since she was a child, but soon got the hang of it. As they say, it’s like riding a bike.

As we dismount at the bottom of the woodland path that leads to the hill, my mind drifts to the time I first brought Isabel here. Today is not as sunny as it was back then, but it is still quite warm. We quickly walk up the path that leads up through the wood to the clearing with the fallen tree. My mother had come up with the great idea of a picnic, so we all had backpacks with food, and a couple of blankets.

As the top comes into view and opens out I hear Hannah’s gasp. “Wow Sam, this is way better than even you described, and I thought you were exaggerating.”

Isabel and I go over to the fallen tree. I sit myself down, and Isabel leans in between my legs. I wrap my arms around my beautiful girlfriend, and we take in the incredible view.

“She’s not wrong. It’s a very beautiful place,” Isabel whispers.

“It pales in insignificance to your beauty, Izzy,” I speak softly in Izzy’s ear.

“Oh Jimmy, flattery will get you everywhere. A bit cheesy though.” We both burst into laughter.

Sam, and Hannah set about laying the blankets out, and sit down to take in the scenery. Izzy breaks our embrace, grabs my hand, and pulls me toward the spare blanket.

As we sit Isabel turns to Sam, “So Sam, what did you and James get up to up here when you were younger?”

There was an audible gasp from both Izzy, and Hannah. They both saw the looks that came across both Sam, and my faces.

“Oh shit Isabel, you are onto something here.” Hannah is almost bursting with excitement.

Sam then speaks in a slightly raised voice, “hang on, we were young, and it was at the time that I was beginning to think I was gay.”

I then added, “Yes, and I was just realizing what a girl was.”

There is a bit of an awkward pause. “So, spill.” Izzy prompts.

Sam looks at me, and then starts. “We were eleven going on twelve at the time. It was the school holidays, and I had started to grow boobs. We always have shared everything, so talking about our changing bodies was natural for us. We often did I show you mine if you will show me yours. Anyway, this one day when I showed Jay my developing boobs we decided to try kissing.”

Both Hannah, and Isabel have their hands up to their mouths.

I finished the story by saying, “So, we tried kissing each other. It was a bit strange, because it was just like kissing my sister. We both concluded that we just weren’t into each other.”

There was a silence again, both Izzy, and Hannah were processing the information. Then Isabel once again pipes up. “Well Jimmy told me you had tried to kiss, but I didn’t have much detail. So what else did you get up to that’s not to do with adolescent growth?”

Again there was a moment of silence before I burst out laughing. “Sam, do you remember when we were having rolling races down the bank over there.” I pointed to a steep part of the field.

Sam laughed. “Yeah, and I beat you every time until I started to throw up.”

With that, we all started laughing.

Sam then jumps up, “come on Jay.”

“What?” But Sam was already halfway to the bank. “It looks a little smaller now.” She says as she stands at the top.

At this point, I am stood at the side, “I dare you.”

A wicked grin spreads across Sam’s face, and she sits down. She gives me a look that I have seen every time she goes to do something daft. Before I get to the top, she had laid down, and launched herself off the top, and is rolling down gathering speed.

She is screaming in hysterics as she hits the bottom. “Come on Jay, your turn.”

So before I knew it, I was at the bottom of the bank in hysterics next to Sam. It didn’t take long until all four of us are rolling down the hill like a bunch of five-year-olds. We are having a great time on the hill. There was none stop laughing, and my face hurts from smiling so much. It doesn’t take long though for Sam to start feeling a little sick, so we stop, and go to sit on the two blankets. We start eating the food we have brought along, still buzzing from the playing around. Being with the two main ladies in my life makes this all the more special. I must admit though, I am already comfortable with Hannah, and like my best friend’s choice of girlfriend.

As we are chatting away I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket. I get my phone out and look at the caller ID. “Wow, it’s Mr. Jenkins. Wonder what he wants?” I click on ‘accept’ and hold the phone to my ear. “Hello, Mr. Jenkins. How are you?”

“Who’s Mr. Jenkins?” Isabel asks Sam as they both listen to my deneme bonus side of the call, trying to tell what it’s about.

“He’s one of Jay’s teachers at college,” comes a whispered answer.

“I’m fine, thank you for asking. How can I help you, sir?”

Isabel and Sam watch as I pause, then say, “Sorry, Collin.”

Mr. Jenkins wants to meet me in Braunton on Thursday to discuss something important. I hang up a little confused, and explain to the girls.

“So what do you think he wants to speak to you about Jimmy?”

“We discussed something about his ex-employer a while ago, but I had forgotten about it until today.”

“I remember that Jay, something about an apprenticeship or something. Isabel, have you seen some of Jay’s designs on his computer?”

“You haven’t shown me them, Jimmy.”

“Bloody hell Jay, you are sometimes too modest.”

“Will you show me later Jimmy?”

I agreed to show Izzy my designs from my two years at college. I had been playing around with some software my Dad had got me from one of his architect friends. You can create anything from a basic house to a skyscraper.

“Hey Jay, how come she gets to call you Jimmy? You’ve always hated it.”

“She makes it sound so sexy, Sam.” With that answer Izzy plants another kiss on my lips.

“Love you.”

“Love you too Iz.” Both Sam, and Hannah make gagging noises. I just shake my head at the two of them.

As we pack away our picnic, and get ready to return, I notice the clouds seem to be getting darker. Then we hear a rumble of thunder in the distance.

“It looks like rain. We should hurry.” Sam is looking at the sky. “Hopefully it will hold off until we get home.”

We all jump on the bikes and head straight back down the path to the road at the bottom. It doesn’t start spitting until we have turned down the lane that leads to our houses. As we reach the shed the heavens open. We all stand there watching it for a while, and when it seems to ease off a bit, so we make a run for it.

The afternoon is spent in my room watching Netflix … some chick flick that makes me fall asleep.

Time soon passes, and before long we are in the car headed toward Barnstaple. My Mum was doing her usual moaning. “I wouldn’t be doing this if you had passed your test first time. Bradly passed first time.”

I glance at Sam, and roll my eyes.

“How long until your next test Jay?”

“A couple of weeks Sam. The two theory tests are valid for a while yet.”

Isabel looks at me. “There is so much I don’t know about you. I haven’t even taken a lesson yet.”

“You’ll need a car around here Isabel,” my Mum adds.

The train is just coming in as Mum parks. We walked around and through the station’s ticket office. The train has pulled in and people are getting off. As we wait for it to empty, Sam has already started to cry.

“Come on Munchkin, we will try to get down to Exeter in a couple of weeks. I may even come down with Izzy for the weekend.”

Sam manages a forced smile. “Okay Jay, but I miss being with you so much.”

I move in, and wrap my arms around her. “I miss you as well, Munchkin.” Sam plants a kiss right on my lips. Sam then turns to hug Isabel.

Hannah turns toward me. She puts her arms around me. “It’s been really good to meet you, James.”

“Yeah. You too, Hannah. Keep my mate safe.”

With that Hannah kisses me on the lips, and walks off to board the train. Sam slaps me on the arm, and kisses me again before she gets on the train.

As the train it pulls out of the station, both girls are waving like crazy. Isabel and I are waving back. We stand on the platform, watching the train pull away, and hold one another. Isabel just seems to know that’s what I need at this moment. The drive home is quiet, with only a couple of passing comments.

We get home around seven. There isn’t much of the day left so Izzy and I climb the stairs.

“Hey, Jimmy can I see your designs now?”

“Sure Iz.” I walk over and start the computer up. Isabel sits down on the chair, and waits for it to finish booting up.”

I reach over Izzy, and click my designs folder. “There’s also a couple of designs on my Facebook page if you want to see.”

She nods as she starts to open some of the folders in my directory. She gasps, “Wow Jimmy, these are great. They look so professional. I can’t believe you’ve not shown me these before.”

I can only shrug, and go red. Izzy is looking at my designs in amazement. “What’s good is that I can see your thought process, and different stages of design.”

She glances up at me, “I have a very talented boyfriend.” She spends around forty-five minutes going through my folders, and asking some very good questions. I can see she is very impressed, and pleasantly surprised. Her intellect is shining through.

As she shuts the computer back off Izzy turns to me, “so what days will I get to see you this week?”

“Ummmmm, let’s see. Monday, work. Tuesday, we can hang in the morning if that’s okay. I’ve got my Kendo in the afternoon. Wednesday, work again. Thursday, Mr. Jenkins. Friday, I think I am working, and the weekend is just for us.”

“Oh shit Jimmy that is one busy week. It doesn’t leave much time for us, and I’m going to get so bored.”

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I’ve always liked massage, especially the sensuous kind. Stroke and caress me and I’m like putty.

I had found that the massage part of the activities at massage parlors was lots of fun for me, perhaps more so that the so-called happy ending part. The sexual part always seemed so much like a business transaction. It felt like a contest between seeing how fast the provider could make me finish, and how long I could hold out. I once even gave a massage gal some extra cash just to continue the stroking and caressing instead of stroking my johnson.

I found myself in New York City once with a desire for something sensual. I found a listing in a local rag and called to make an appointment. When I got there we went through the usual preliminaries. Once I was naked and waiting on a table, Margaret, the “massage therapist” came in, introduced herself, and began massaging my front, which was somewhat unusual. Typically in these places, they massage your back lightly, turn you over, massage your front until they get to your privates. They try to get you all worked up, and then offer you the menu of “other services.”

This gal began by massaging my chest from above my head. As she brushed my nipples, a shock coursed through me and she noticed me shiver. “You OK hun?” she asked.

“Yeah, it’s just that I’m sorta sensitive there. Not bad sensitive, just very sensitive.”

She proceeded to massage my pecs, but she then made it a point to come in contact with my nipples, until she finally placed the balls of her index fingers right on them and rotated them a bit. They responded quickly and became hard little nubs. She then grasped them between her fingers and thumbs and as she did, she could see the towel that was draped over my middle began to tent. As she continued, I got so turned on my hips began to move, almost involuntarily.

“Ooh, hun, we’ll definitely have to come back to these later.” Her promise of future delights made me even more eager.

She had me turn over, which wasn’t all that easy given the erection I was sporting by that time. Laying down on it wasn’t very comfortable either. She giggled at my predicament but didn’t offer to do anything about it. What could she do anyway?

She began massaging my shoulders, then got up on the massage table and straddled my upper thighs. She began massaging my lower back. As she tried to move her legs lower, they caught the towel that covered my ass and pulled it with her. Was that intentional?

Her hands then began to massage my upper thighs and butt cheeks. And when she did, I again began to get aroused. I began to push my hips back in a slowly pulsing motion, not an easy trick given the fact that her weight was pinning my legs down.

“Does that feel nice hun? Does my touching your ass turn you on?”

Never having had anyone ever play with my butt before, I was somewhat surprised by my own feelings. I just stammered, “Uh, yes. It does.” Even I was surprised at how innocent I sounded.

The massage gal then shifted her weight so bahis siteleri that she now had one knee between my thighs, which caused my thighs to splay a bit, leaving me rather wide open. She resumed her massaging of my butt, but this time moving my butt cheeks in such a way that they opened often, providing her a most intimate view. As she did this, her thumbs grew steadily closer to my opening. When they finally got to it, I was humping my ass up and down and was truly surprised at my own feelings here.

I heard the click of the massage oil battle and then felt a cold drizzle of the oil right on my rosebud. I jumped at first, mostly from the surprise. “Relax hun, you’re gonna love this. Just take it easy. I’ll take it nice and slow.”

I next felt her finger press against my ring and rub around in a little circle. She then placed her finger tip right at the opening and applied firm and steady pressure. My ass began to give way and let her finger in. It felt both intrusive and highly exciting at the same time. No one had put anything in my ass since my mother took my temperature that way when I was a little kid. I was amazed at the sensations.

Her finger moved in deeper, ever so slowly. She would pause when a little more would make its way in, I assume to allow me to get used to it. Before I knew it, I could feel her hand pushing up against my cheeks and I knew that her whole finger was in me.

“That feel good hun?”

“Mmmm,” was all I could respond.

She then wiggled her finger around, twisted it around then began to withdraw it. I was a combination of raw excitement and confusion. Sure, I had done this to women before, in preparation for fucking their asses. I had always thought that they just endured it for me. I never realized it could feel so good. As soon as her finger was out, she replaced it with two. That was a bit uncomfortable and she could sense it. “Relax it babe. Relax your ass muscle for me. There, that’s right. I can feel you loosen it up.”

And with that, she shoved her two fingers all the way in me, but hard this time. Gone was the sweet tenderness of her first finger. Gone was the sweetness of my sweet massage gal.

“How’s that!” she said as she rammed her fingers in and out hard.

I pushed my hips back and forth which seemed to be the only answer she needed.

“Oh, we’re gonna have so much fun, sweet cheeks. Are you gay or something?”

“Not that I know of,” I answered with a nervous laugh.

She had gotten off the massage table and was fussing with something out of my field of view. I was too nervous to look back at her. I felt like her victim, her lamb awaiting his fate. When she came back to the massage table, she crawled up between my now wide-splayed legs. “Hon, if you weren’t gay already, I’m gonna make you bi now, at least” she said with a laugh.

I felt her spreading my butt cheeks with the fingers of one hand, and then felt something cold and firm pressing against me. She wasn’t aiming right. Whatever it was, she wasn’t wielding it very canlı bahis siteleri well. “A little higher. Higher. No that’s too high.”

“You aim me. Reach back and aim this thing.”

I reached back and felt what seemed like an enormous dildo that was strapped onto her. From the feel of its heft and its thickness, I knew it was much bigger than my 6½ inch cock. How the hell would I be able to take this in my ass? Would it hurt? Would I bleed? Well, there was no going back now.

I guided her monster right to my anus and held it there. “OK,” was my only comment.

“OK what?”

“It’s aimed right.”

“What? What?” she asked, the second time a little harsher.

“It’s OK to go. Go ahead.”

“Go ahead what?”

I finally got her drift. “Go ahead and fuck me. Fuck my ass.”

“You want it? Tell me,” she demanded.

“Yes, please fuck my ass. I want you to fuck my ass. Take me. Fuck me like all the women whose asses I’ve fucked.”

A quick flick of her hips and the head of the big dildo was past my sphincter. It hurt momentarily. I wasn’t prepared for the suddenness of her entry. “Oh, you’ve fucked a lot of women’s asses have you?”

“Yes.”

She drove in another inch and stopped. It hurt again, but now I was beginning to enjoy it. It still hurt, so I guess I was enjoying it despite the pain; or maybe because of the pain; maybe I was enjoying the pain too. And then the pain left.

She drove it in another inch or two with another hard shove. “How many? How many women’s asses have you fucked? Tell me!” With the last sentence, she rammed her dildo in some more.

“I don’t know. Maybe a dozen.”

Just then, a hard rap came at the door. I guess that was the signal that the session was supposed to be over soon.

“Hey Brandi, come in here. I want to show you something.”

I froze. Holy shit! She’s going to let someone else see my defilement? I panicked, but had no options.

As the door opened, the gal who had that enormous dildo in my ass began to move it in and out. “Hey Brandi. Look what I got here. Want some of this?”

Brandi was a lithesome brunette wearing a T-shirt and skirt. I had my head down so I couldn’t see much of her face, but I could see her from her chest down. She walked around behind me to watch Margaret thrusting in and out of my ass. Margaret picked up the pace, alternating between short, hard thrusts, and long, slow strokes.

“We have ourselves a little toy here. Get your skirt off and join us. I bet I can make him do anything.”

At that, I pushed my ass back so that her dildo went all the way in for the first time. I wiggled my ass back and forth reveling in the feel of it filling me up.

As Brandi stripped off all her clothes, Margaret told her to slide under my face. The direction was clear to both of us. While Margaret fucked my ass, I was to satisfy Brandi orally. Margaret pulled my hips back until I was up on my knees, and Brandi hopped up on the table and slid under my face. Her pussy hair was neatly canlı bahis trimmed and being so close, I could see elastic lines from where her panties had been.

She gently put her hand on the back of my head and guided my face into her crotch. Margaret commanded,”Do her well or I’ll take it out on your ass.”

I tried my best to make Brandi cum. I tried to find her clit, which wasn’t aroused yet, but with all the bumping from behind, I had trouble keeping my aim. It just wasn’t working.

Brandi grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. She looked down at me and said,”You’re not too good at his are you?”

Margaret pulled her dildo all the way out of me in one long pull and then smacked my ass. “Roll over stud. Let’s do this my way.”

I rolled onto my back and Margaret lifted my legs way up, till they were on her shoulders. Brandi then climbed up over my face and hovered above me. I could see her pretty pussy just below her tightly closed rose bud. She hesitated for a second, then lowered herself onto my face, but still held herself slightly off.

Margaret then instructed me to aim her dildo again. I reached down and aimed it at my now loosened ass. She held the head against my hole for a second and then said something to Brandi that I couldn’y hear clearly.

Brandi then sat down on my mouth much harder, and as she did, Margaret slammed that dildo into me hard. It went all the way in, in one big thrust. When I felt the base against my ass, Brandi then wiggled her hips back and forth a bit, as if to make the seal better.

I began to lick, suck, and do whatever I could to pleasure Brandi. I stuck my tongue deep in her pussy hole, I sucked her clit, I let my nose slide into her pussy. When I stuck my tongue in her pussy, my nose would press against her rose bud.

I could hear them talking to each other softly now, as Margaret was thrusting in and out of me again. In this position she could get much farther into me. My guts felt like they were turning to honey and butter. My cock was hard and I wanted some stimulation of it, but I thought better than to touch myself without Margaret’s order.

I felt the two of them shift a bit and then I realized that they were kissing each other. And then it happened. Brandi began to cum. She shook, she moaned, she thrust her hips forward and back in sharp spasms. She sat down on my mouth even harder. Fortunately I had just taken a breath because now my mouth and nose were so covered I couldn’t breathe.

I took great satisfaction in knowing I made Brandi cum. Just then I heard Margaret shout, “Holy shit Brandi. I’m gonna cum.”

I felt a few hard thrusts, and then the dildo in my ass was still. Both women had just cum. I was still left unsatisfied however. I felt the women shift a bit and then one of them grabbed my hard cock with some lube in her hand. She stroked me only a few times and I erupted like Vesuvius. My cum shot up onto my chest and neck, and in subsequent spurts, dribbled onto whose ever hand had just jacked me off.

Brandi lifted off my face leaving my cheeks wet with her pungent juices. Margaret slid her dildo out of my ass, slowly. As she climbed of the table, Brandi said to Margaret, I guess we’re going to have to call you Peg from now on.

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We are very much in love. My wife and I have been married for over 30 years and I could not imagine my life without her. Our friends and family probably think that we are fucking like rabbits because of our frequent PDA’s.

Behind closed doors, however, our sex life had always been just adequate. We never were adventurous and fell into routines. The kinkiest thing we would do was when my wife would occasionally reward me with a finger in my ass while I was on top of her. We did not prioritize sex in any way. There were complicated reasons for that dealing with my wife’s childhood sexual trauma and my desire not to put any pressure on her.

I still grew resentful at being reneged on about 50% of the time when she initiated and rejected even more when I initiated. I no longer anticipated sex and I started to shut down my responses to her assuming that no matter how she was flirting with me we would not be having sex.

In our last ten years, we have been empty nesters with our son off to college but somehow our sex life fell off a cliff. We would average less than once a month with a year in there where we had sex only 4 times. To add insult to injury, I am now in my 50’s and erections are less reliable than they have ever been. It is completely devastating when you can’t take advantage of a rare opportunity because of mind over matter.

My wife made a conscious effort to bring sex back into our lives. It was very difficult to uncouple my resentment and the way I had turned off my response to her. I did not feel quite secure and we had more than our share of failed attempts but there were attempts. We would spend naked time together and cuddle but I knew my wife was trying her best and now I was the one failing her.

She curled up against me during one of those sessions and we had a long talk. We agreed that we needed some help so we decided to see a sex therapist together. We found Dr. Stern on the internet. She advertised a “hands on” and “intimate” approach to therapy. She was board certified and had glowing reviews saying how she had “changed my life” and “opened me up to new things.” Dr. Stern agreed to work with us. She wanted to meet with us individually first before she met bahis siteleri with us as a couple.

My wife made her appointment first and Dr. Stern worked with her for 2 hours. She would not tell me how it went or what they discussed and I understood. We held each other until we fell asleep on the couch. When we woke the next morning she smiled and told me that she can see a bit through the fog that she did not even know was there before.

About a week later, I had my appointment. I was greeted by Dr, Stern who was a tall severe blond woman. She informed me that she would not share the details of our session with my wife and the same would be true with the details of my wife’s session. We talked for approximately 20 minutes about my feelings of resentment, desire not to pressure my wife and my deep frustration at my inability to respond now that my wife was reaching out. She let me know that she thought she could help but would need to understand our interactions a bit better and scheduled a couples session for the following week.

Dr. Stern discussed with us the underlying issues. My wife had to work on taking back her sexuality from the trauma in her past. I had to learn to be more confident for the sake of our relationship.

We started an exercise were would visualise a sexual encounter with our eyes closed, calling out to each other as we progressed. At first it was really awkward and we were both too inhibited to get very far. Dr. Stern gave us homework to practice with each other. One of those practice sessions lead to us getting so hot and bothered that we stripped down and tried to see it through. I was disappointed when my dick let me down again.

When we went to our next appointment Dr. Stern greeted us at the door. She let us know that we were her last appointment of the day and we could spend as much time on the exercise as we needed if we were making progress.

Dr. Stern seemed different that evening. She was wearing more makeup than I had seen her wear before. She wore a low cut blouse that exposed her cleavage. She had on a tight pencil skirt and high heeled boots that disappeared under the hemline of her skirt. She smiled at us in a way that suggested a predator canlı bahis siteleri eyeing a meal.

We sat at opposite ends of the couch as we had when we first did the exercise. We meditated for a few minutes before Dr. Stern lead us into our visualisations. We closed our eyes and began our scenario. I could hear Dr. Stern’s heals as she walked towards us. She whispered that blindfolds would help us to relax into the exercise. With my eyes still closed I could feel as the blindfold was secured to my face.

We continued to call out to each other as our visions unfolded. I had her laying on her belly as I straddled her in my scenario.

I could hear some movement and rustling as we proceeded. I felt the couch shift and then I felt Dr. Stern pulling me up. She undressed me and whispered in my ear to keep going.

She directed me back to the couch where I could feel that my wife was positioned as I had described and was completely naked. I continued to call out to her as I positioned myself on top of her. My erection was working with me for once and I began to cautiously advance towards her entrance. Her pussy was wetter than it had been in several years. I could smell her thick scent in the air. Dr. Stern whispered in my ear again forcefully; “well, what are you waiting for?”

I tentatively and gently entered her. My wife droned “come on baby, fuck me.” I could feel the integrity of my erection faltering. I was still hard but on the edge of collapse. Her pussy felt so good but my mind was racing with doubt. I thrusted without conviction fearing that it was all about to fall apart again.

I heard it before I felt it. The sound of a flat object striking the flesh of my ass. The pain was sharp and startling. Dr. Stern said, in an aggressive but low key tone, “Is that how she wants you to fuck her?” The paddle fell again even harder. I stopped thinking about my failing erection and began to thrust steadily into my wife. The paddle fell again on the other cheek as Dr. Stern shouted “FUCK HER,” …”HARDER!” The paddle fell over and over again as I tried to keep up with its pace.

I felt my cock begin to twitch as Dr. Stern shouted “Oh no you don’t, she is not satisfied with that canlı bahis pathetic display.” She reached for my balls and pulled sharply on them while squeezing with enormous pressure. I let out a yelp of pain but the twitch had subsided.

Dr. Stern continued to pull on my balls with her left hand as the paddle resumed falling alternatively on each cheek. I began to fuck with the rhythm of the paddle again as my wife moaned.

The paddling stopped as I heard Dr. Stern walk away from the couch. I continued my thrusting as I heard more rustling in the background. I felt a bare hand on my ass now as the paddling was replaced with a full on spanking. As her hand fell, she would grab a handful of cheek. I felt a wetness and a slippery sensation as her hands found the crack of my ass. Before I knew it a finger had slipped into my asshole.

“Don’t you dare come, she is not finished!” Dr. Stern said. “I am going to show you how to fuck your wife, and I’m going to do it with your dick.” A second and third finger were stuffed in my ass and then removed letting a brief rush of air into me. I then felt the tip of an intruding object invading my asshole. After a few thrusts, it popped in filling me. Dr. Stern grabbed my hips and started to pound my ass in earnest with her strapon. Each thrust forcing my cock deep inside my wife. Dr. Stern was running the fuck now and I was just a tool.

My wife began to moan loudly and breathe very quickly. I could feel the heat building up inside her, her moans becoming sporadic. After a few more thrusts, she began shaking uncontrollably. She screamed as she came for the first time from intercourse in our entire marriage.

I pulled out of my wife and Dr. Stern bent me over the armrest of the couch and continued to fuck me. I began to feel something deep inside my belly. I did not know what was going on until suddenly my body convulsed and I let out a scream of my own. There was no ejaculation but my body rode this orgasm for what seemed like minutes.

We continued to see Dr. Stern for a few more sessions as we explored power exchange as a way for my wife to address her trauma. If she were calling the shots and running the fuck, she might be able to overcome the feelings of violation. On my side, it would relieve some of the pressure that was clouding my mind and allow me the confidence to focus on our pleasure. I also learned a great deal about the role of prostate in sexual pleasure.

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Hello, this is my entry into the Halloween contest so please rate it if you liked it. Comments are always appreciated. Thank you.

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It was Halloween and I was thirteen. Life was supposed to be good that day. I mean adults would give you candy just for knocking on their door while wearing a costume. I was dressed as the Little Prince from the book of the same name, I was trick- or-treating alone for the first time in my life, and I mean that in two ways. My parents had decided that I was finally old enough to go trick-or-treating on my own, but what sucked was that this had to happen after we moved to a new town. If I had been back at home then I would have had a whole group of friends that I could have gone with, but instead I was here alone.

I was quiet in school. Back home I had made friends because we had all been in the same classes my whole life up to that point so I was able to warm up to my friends and come out of my shell. I hadn’t had time yet so far this year at a new school to get comfortable and make friends. Most of the kids seemed nice, only they already had their groups of friends and I wasn’t about to shove my way in the middle of those.

While most of the kids were nice, not all of them were. There was a gang of kids a grade older than me that were the school troublemakers. Most students at my new school seemed to not get in trouble, so the group of the bad kids seemed to take it upon themselves to cause as much trouble as possible to make up for the deficit. Even the smallest one in the group of five stood a head taller than me. At first no one seemed to notice me when I first started at this school for the new school year. I wished someone would. I got my wish because Henry’s group of friends didI hadn’t hit puberty so I still looked like my age whereas some of my new classmates were stretching out and had the scaffoldings of their future facial hair starting to sprout up. I was new and small, a perfect target for them.

Before that I had never been bullied before. The first couple of months played out like a greatest hits montage of cliche bullying events I had seen throughout my life on T.V. shows and in movies. They would steal my lunch money, slap my lunch out of my hand, steal my homework from out of my bag (I had started to rewrite my homework assignments so that what they stole was only a copy), and hunt me down before and after school. I would always try to run, but I rarely got away. The only way they were smart was that when they caught me they never did anything to leave too much of a mark on me. My dad was only an old fashioned type in how he believed that boys should handle their problems amongst themselves. Figures my dad would have progressive ideas about everything but bullying. My mom would have made too much of a fuss if I tried to talk to her about what was happening to me at school. I was tempted to tell her so that she could storm down to the school to put a stop to it, but I had heard from some of the kids around school, both victims and witnesses how they react to their victims when they try to seek out help.

I had gotten into a pretty good rhythm over the last couple of weeks of dodging my bullies as I grew accustomed to my new town. This was the longest I had managed to go so far without an incident from them so I was really thinking that tonight was going to go ok. I had a small guilty hope that maybe they would move on to some new primary target if I could just stay away from them long enough.

I was an hour and a half into trick or treating and my pillow case was already halfway full. I had been nervous about my candy haul this year because we had moved to a town in the middle of the woods. The houses were less numerous and the town was more sprawled out between neighborhoods, There was some foot traffic of other costumed kids out and on the prowl for candy, but not nearly as much as what I was used to. It seemed as though the adults at each house were just throwing handfuls of candy into my pillow case.

The town was sprawled out in a series of winding hills. The main roads meandered up and down those hills like a lazy coiled river, with most of the businesses on the main roadway and neighborhoods branching out into the woods like the leafs on a flower. Unlike back home in the middle of the desert where the city was beating back nature with each new housing development, here the town seemed to better integrate with nature. Depending on the curves of the main road, some off branching neighborhoods from different sections of the bends would curve towards each other. According to one of the tourist brochures I had skimmed over while waiting in line at a gas station on our way up here, the town was known for its hiking trails. Pockets of woods were left uncleared between such neighborhoods. They were left surrounded on three sides with roads and homes, like peninsulas of the forest.

I had followed the main road, walking down the side roads only along one side of the main road. bonus veren siteler My plan was to hit the houses in the neighborhoods on the opposite side on my way back home. My bag was starting to get heavy so I started to reach in and eat some of my candy. I had planned on going further, but My legs were starting to get sore and the thought of being back home to go through my candy sounded like a good one. Also I didn’t want to tempt fate and risk running into my bullies.

I crossed the street and started down into the neighborhood. These were some of the biggest and most decorated houses I had seen so far. I was glad I decided to go down this street. I wouldn’t have wanted to continue with my original plan and risk these houses running out of candy. Here was where my pillow case really started to fill up. By the time I reached the last house on the block I was starting to strain to carry my haul. I walked down from the last house, ready to head back home. The yard was decorated as a graveyard and had several fog machines that worked too well and obscured visibility. There was a low brick wall with wrought iron rails sticking out from it that wrapped around the entire yard. It really looked like a cemetary wall. The brick wall rose up into a gated archway at the path that had lead up to the house. I pushed through the fence and stepped out into the street. I was just a couple of steps out of the yard when I was shoved from behind. I ran with the sudden momentum for a moment and then stumbled down to the street. I tried to catch myself as I hit the ground. My knees and the palms of my hands were scraped by the asphalt. Candy spilled out of my pillow case but I was able to keep a hold of the bag.

Back by the gate I heard laughter that I had heard too many times before while I was in pain. “He really went flying didn’t he?” Henry said.

“Yeah, that might have been a new record,” one of his cronies laughed.

I groaned as I stood back up. I kept my eyes to the ground, not wanting to look my tormentors in the eye.

“We have been looking for you all night you little freak, and where do we end up finding you? In my own neighborhood trying to poach away our candy. What do you have to say?”

His neighborhood? If only I had stuck to the plan and kept on going, I could have avoided this pain. I had been in this situation too many times before. No matter what answer I gave it would be the wrong one. I glanced back and forth across the street, looking for someone, anyone to come to my rescue. The street was empty.

Too much time had passed since he asked me the question. The only thing worse than saying the wrong answer was not answering Henry at all. He seemed to not respond well to being ignored. He punched me in the gut, causing me to exhale in pain. “Answer me,” Henry demanded.

“I didn’t know this was where you lived,” I wheezed out. Two of his goons held my arms as I gasped for air. He punched me again. And again. And again. Normally there would have been more banter between Henry and his friends as they tormented me, but tonight he seemed to be out for blood. All I wanted to do was curl up in a ball until this was all over and be back home. I didn’t ever want to go trick-or-treating again. Henry was in the middle of a punch when the front door of the house I had just trick-or-treated at opened up. A couple dressed as vampires stepped outside. I prayed that they were leaving so that they would walk down the path and see what was happening and break it up. My hope died when I saw the spark of a lighter as they lit their cigarettes.

My bullies looked up at the smoking adults, and then they stepped a little bit away from me so that it didn’t look like they were menacing me as much as they were doing. I could have tried to shout for help from them, but the yard was so big that I doubted they would really be able to hear me because of the distance and also the loud music would probably drown out my plea for help. I wouldn’t find help in that direction, or probably from any other of the adults near by. I was desperate. There seemed to be more of a threat of violence tonight. Apparently they were not too happy that I had been avoiding them successfully for so long. They had grown accustomed to me not fighting whenever they caught a hold of me. I had learned not to fight back, it would always make things worse. That had been my default reaction whenever they caught me, but not this time. The two bullies who had been holding my arms while Henry punched me had let go and stepped away a little when the smokers had first emerged.

I took a step back just as Henry turned back towards me when the smokers turned back to go inside. “Hey, where are you going,” Henry asked as I took one more step back. I didn’t realize what I was going to do until I was already in the motion of swinging my pillow case at Henry. All I knew was I was sick of the months of fear and pain. I couldn’t be a victim anymore. The candy smacked Henry bedava bahis right across the face as we was in the middle of another question. The surprised grunt of pain was beyond satisfying. Henry clutched at his face and said “you little fucker.” Henry’s cronies just stared as blood started to leak from some wound at the side of his cheek. I wanted to stand and savor Henry’s moment in pain but I knew that this was my chance to get away.

I turned and ran to the middle of the street. I had two options to get home, I could run back to the main roadway of the town to get home, or I could seek refuge in the woods. I knew that this neighborhood was one of the ones that extended deepest down into the woods. It actually stretched a good amount of the distance down towards my neighborhood. I could go deeper into the neighborhood and then run through the woods. Several neighborhoods would border the woods along my path so I could use those as way markers and if needed exit the woods into one of them and then continue on the roads to my home. The thought of the woods in the middle of the night on Halloween made my imagination run wild, but I was willing to face the abstract terrors of the woods if it meant I could avoid the tangible fear of Henry’s rage.

I started to run deeper into the neighborhood. Henry bellowed behind me for his friends to not let me get away. The sound of them pursuing me gave me an extra burst of speed. I thought to maybe chance it and try and run to one of the nearby houses for help, but as I passed them I noticed most houses had bowls out front for the take one honor system. I didn’t want to chance running to one of them only to have no one be home. The sound of footsteps behind me terrified me. It was hard to judge how far away they were because the streets were so empty that the steps seemed to echo loudly in the stillness of the night. I wanted to turn around and check to see how far away they were, but I didn’t dare do it. Knowing my luck tonight I would end up tripping and ending the chase before I could even make it into the woods. Henry would occasionally yell at me in between breaths about all the things that they were going to do to me once they caught me. This was a mistake, it only strengthened my resolve not to get caught.

As Henry and his goons started to wheeze behind me I became more bold. My lungs were fire and my heart seemed to be trying to beat back the flames with its frantic tempo. The longer I evaded them the more bold I became. I shouted over my shoulder “I bet you hate all those cigarettes you smoked now that you can’t even keep up to me.” Henry’s response was a bellow that sounded like it came from an asthmatic bull.

The neighborhood was curving south towards my neighborhood. Up ahead the curve became more pronounced. When I past the bend I saw the last section of houses and then the darkened woods behind them. I was so overcome with joy that for a moment I didn’t pay attention to my senses. I heard several rapid footsteps coming from behind me. I sped up just as I felt fingertips brush along my back. “Fuck,” I heard one of the goons cry as he became off balanced and tumbled to the ground. This time I took a moment to glance behind me. I saw the goon that almost grabbed me struggling to get up off the floor, and further back Henry and the others just barely making it around the bend.

I ran past the last house and plunged into the darkened woods. I was shocked at how quickly the street lights became obscured by branches. As the darkness swallowed me I was tempted to go back a little and hug the edges of the woods more so that I could use the light to navigate like planed. I stopped for a moment and was about to do just that when I heard my pursuers enter into the woods. There was no going back so I walked in what I hopped was the direction to take me home. I slowed down so as not to make too much noise. I was exhausted. I wanted to sit down and rest, but as long as I kept on moving I could get away from them. I heard them crashing along in the woods behind me. After about ten minutes of walking into the woods the sounds of their crashing around started to disappear.

Once I finally put the sound of their pursuit far behind me I finally allowed myself a moment of rest. My eyes had started to adjust to the gloom of the woods, and in the gaps of the canopy above me the full moon’s light provided a little extra light for me to navigate. I saw a dead tree that had fallen onto its side and sat down on it. I caught my breath and let my heart rate lower. I was still scared to be in the woods after dark, each animal noise and crack of a twig sent a chill up my spin. The woods were also in a way peaceful, but I would have rather spent time in them in the light of day.

Once I caught my breath I stood up and looked around for which way I had been going. I scanned the woods, trying to figure out where I had even came from for that matter because the worse thing I could do was accidently head back deneme bonus the way I came and end up in Henry’s not so loving arms. I spun in a circle, trying to suppress the growing fear of the knowledge that I was lost. Great, I am lost in the woods on Halloween. This could only end in two outcomes. either I’m going to be attacked by some monster that supposedly doesn’t exist, or I am going to end up with having a search party come looking for me and I will be another one of those kids who gets lost in the woods. Whenever I had heard about kids needing rescuing I had always thought how stupid could they be. Now I was going to be one of them. A dark voice whispered in the back of my mind that what if I end up as one of those kids who is never found. I shuddered again and tried to ignore that thought. I had to make it out of the woods. I picked what I hopped was the right direction to either home or the town and started walking.

The only brightside to the whole thing I thought as I trudged through the woods was that Henry and his friends were the last ones to see me alive, and adults at the house party had seen me with them. If the worse did happen to me then maybe Henry would be convicted for my disappearance. With his permanent scowl I bet he would end up being tried as an adult. These thoughts of round about revenge and how satisfying it had felt to finally stand up to him were the thoughts that distracted me from how scared I really was. The deeper I went into the forest the thicker the trees became.

My exhaustion caught up with me as I struggled to move deeper within the forest. This was nothing like the tamed woulds near the edges of the town. There was no clear paths in between the trees. Roots tripped me up and bushes snagged against my clothes and scraped my skin. The trees grew so thick together here that I no longer had any moonlight to guide me. Now I wished I would have headed back earlier, back when the safety of civilisation had been just right behind me, but I didn’t know which way that was.

I lost track of time as I trudged through the woods. I must have been wandering for at least an hour when I came to a point where the trees and bushes became impassable. I was determined to win against nature and I continued to push against the stand of trees that had been a solid line of darkness because they overlapped so much. I wiggled between two trunks and got down on my knees to pass under the brush when I noticed there was a opening leading under them that some animal must have made. It was a tight squeeze, but if I could ignore the occasional scratch on my back then I was able to make it through. The path twisted and curved, making its way in the spots in between the growth. I must have gone about ten feet when I felt something clammy and smooth under my hand. In this land of bristles and curves it’s hard angles stuck out. I pulled it up from the dirt that it was partially buried under. It was a brick. Bricks meant buildings, which meant people.

I set the brick aside and continued down the hallow with a renewed haste, ignoring the scratches along my back now. Just a few feet away from the wall I found its source. Behind the wall of bushes was a brick wall. The hallow I had been crawling through lead to a hole in the brick wall. It seemed much brighter through that hole. The hole was too small for me to squeeze through. I ran my hand along the bricks and one of them wiggled from that light touch. I looked up to gage how high the wall was to see if I could climb it. My view was obstructed so I couldn’t see how high the wall was. It had to at least be about 6 feet tall, which I could have climbed if it wasn’t for all the plants crowding right up against the wall. I pulled the loose brick free and set it to the side of the hole. I repeated the process on the other side of the hole and found the loosest brick and pulled it free. I tried to spread out where I took bricks from in a hope to not make one spot of the wall too weak. I got the hole nearly big enough for me to slip through but then I couldn’t find anymore loose bricks. I ran my fingers along the gaps in between them, seeking out a spot where the mortar had started to rot away. I started to feel desperate and claustrophobic. The trees and bushes seemed to press more firmly against me, as if trying to snare me before I could make my exit. I cried out when one of my fingernails snagged against the cool stone and broke. As I sucked on my finger to ease the pain I tried again with my other hand to find a loose brick, only this time I didn’t let the panic affect my efforts. I found a brick right at the top of the hole and with some wiggling I was able to pull it free.

The hole still looked on the small side but I was pretty sure that I could fit inside of it now. I went in feet first. I slipped the bottom half of my body through the hole with little effort, but when I got up to my shoulders I got stuck. That moment of panic returned again. I pictured being the boy who was found stuck in a forest wall. I held my arms up and was able to start to wiggle through. It was a tight fit when I made it to my shoulders but I was able to make it through. I inched through it the rest of the way, careful not to disturb the wall and risk bringing it down on me.

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I came home from work today and my wife was waiting for me upstairs. It was our “date” night, when my inlaws took the kids to their house for a few hours so we could have some time alone and try to find our sanity, if only temporarily. Anyway, the house was already cleaned when I got home and my wife had already done her workout video and showered. Her hair was still a little wet and she was wearing some comfy around-the-house clothes. Still, the thought of her being all sweaty just a little while before and now being all cleaned up was so sexy. I kissed her and went into the bedroom to start undressing and putting my clothes away. In the meantime, she finished straightening up the kids’ rooms and then came into the bedroom.

“So, are you ready to see my underwear?” she cooed from across the room.

“If you’re ready to show it to me, baby,” I replied, trying my best not to sound like the horned-up adolescent we both knew I was at that moment. It was the one night each week that I actually got laid, and I couldn’t wait.

My wife then tugged at the waist of her pants and bent over low as her pants slid off her hips. Staring me in the face was the hottest little pair of black panties I had seen her in for quite some time. They were basically a full-cut bikini, but in the back there was a deep-plunging vee cut out that was “laced-up.” So there was her cute little coin slot just güvenilir bahis begging for a deposit.

My flag was already at half-mast when I came around the bed and took her in my arms. We kissed deeply and groped each other shamelessly, as if we hadn’t touched since the last date night. We hadn’t. My fingers slid inside the vee and teased her ass as our tongues touched.

Soon, I was sitting on the edge of the bed and my cock was in her mouth. I told her she picked the perfect panties for that position since I could check out her ass while she was on her knees. She was doing everything right with her mouth and I was hard as a rock right away. She started kneading my balls and I almost lost it. She seemed to be a different woman tonight. I was becoming totally wrapped up in this, forgetting all the usual hangups and restrictions. That’s when I knew what I had to do.

After working me into a ball-churning lather, she came up to kiss me and then I asked her if there was anywhere she would like me to kiss. She smiled coyly and spun around me toward the bed, turning onto her back so she could lay back with me between her legs. I quickly grabbed her hips and held her with her ass still in the air.

“No, this way,” I whispered in her ear.

“Oh, OK,” she said, a little bit surprised at the break of protocol. I think she knew what I had in mind, and I think she wanted it güvenilir bahis siteleri as well.

She bent over the edge of the bed and presented her beautiful booty to me, and I knelt to worship it. To me, her ass is still a work of art, although she worries it has gotten too big and soft after giving birth twice. I grabbed each cheek and began to kiss softly through the vee in her panties, on the top of her crack. I didn’t waste too much time pulling down the panties and instructing her to get her knees up on the edge of the bed so her ass and pussy would hang exposed over the side.

Now, I’ve tried in the past to explain to my wife what a glorious sight it is when you see a beautiful ass and pussy bent over just inches from your face, but she just doesn’t seem to understand why men find it so appealing. If only she could see what I was seeing, she would be a believer. I might as well have been staring at heaven itself. I tried not to seem overly eager as I extended my tongue and started to flick it over her exposed, vulnerable clit. She let out a soft moan of pleasure, and I thought that she just might be in the mood for this after all. It had been so long since I had filled my most urgent need and maybe tonight would be the night.

Her asshole began to call to me as I worked up and down along her pussy lips, sucking them in and darting my tongue inside her hole. It iddaa siteleri was so clean from the shower and the light was dancing on the ends of the faint little hairs around her puckered little brown spot. I was becoming delirious with desire and she was moaning unashamedly as she wiggled her ass in my face. I slowly licked up from her clit, along her cunt and soon felt the bump of her taint under the tip of my tongue. She couldn’t wait any longer for me to get up the courage so she dropped down a bit and backed her asshole onto my tongue. I thought I was going to shoot a load instantly as I found the tip of my tongue buried in her backdoor and my lips pressed up against her furry little ass crack.

All shame and anxiety left me as I realized how much my wife was loving the rimjob I was giving her. I reached a hand up to work her clit as I ate her asshole with reckless abandon. She was moaning like a whore and arching her back to give me full access to her most intimate places. I was happier than a kid in a candy store, eating her sweet asshole the way I had fantasized about so many times.

After a while, I just couldn’t wait to fuck her and cum inside her. I gave her one last lick from clit to crack and turned her over on the bed so I could get on top. She was just as ready, so we reached for the lube and the condom and got down to the fucking as soon as we could. Three orgasms for her and one toe-curler for me and we were laying on the bed in a sweaty heap, breathing hard and touching each other lightly.

“Now, that’s a date night,” she murmured as she snuggled against my chest and wrapped a leg over my waist.

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