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Finally have my own Strap-on LesbianMost people define bisexual as being attracted to both male and female genders. I agree with that definition, but I have an alternate definition of that word. For me, bisexual truly means that I am both male and female at once. I feel as though I am a heterosexual man and a heterosexual woman coexisting within the same body.I don’t consider myself as transgender because I don’t think that word truly applies to me. In spite of my feelings about women, I’ve always felt comfortable within my body as a woman. Although I do suppose that term might apply to me as well.I often revel in being a woman. I’m not a “girly girl” and some might even say I’m a very soft butch, but unless you knew my sexual leanings you might just assume I’m the a-typical wife and nurturing mother who has a few unique quirks.When I said that I am a heterosexual man and woman in the same body I meant that I am attracted to men as a woman. I like to be treated as a lady. I don’t necessarily like to be “wined and dined” but I do enjoy the occasional bouquet of flowers. If I were stuck on an island with only men and never knowing any women, I’d still be happy. However, throw a woman into the mix and it can get rather confusing for me. At least it used to.I’m submissive when it comes to men. Not submissive in the sense that I like to be bound and gag (OK, sometimes I do), but submissive in that I like when a man takes the lead. Sure I’m a feminist, but there’s still that part of me that swoons when a man takes charge and directs the action. Of course if I don’t want anything to do with him, he quickly learns that “no” does in fact mean “NO!”Women, on the other hand, are a completely different matter. I am dominant when it comes to women and this time I mean dominant in every possible definition of the word. I can be gentle and kind and make love to a woman, but I can also be a cruel mistress to those who want to submit. This fact used to confuse me, but I’ve learned that it’s just who I am. I can be large and in charge or I can be the delicate southern bell my family wants me to be.I know what you’re thinking by now. Does she have a point? Yes, I do. I felt that this lengthy lead-in was necessary for me to help give you and understanding of my fantasy.It’s start out simply enough with me getting ready for a night out at my favorite bar. I pick out a pair of jeans and a tight long sleeved black shirt to wear. I also pick out a black satin bra, but I forgo panties in favor of what’s in a plain brown box on top of my dresser.I had almost forgotten the order I made online only a week before. I was shocked with the deliveryman knocked on my door. Because my son was up and running around, I had put it away, but now it sits unopened in front of me.I use a pair of scissors I keep in the bathroom to carefully cut the tape so as not to puncture the contents. I open it up and I gasp as I see the black harness and matching attachments. I finally have my own strap-on.Like a c***d on Christmas morning, I eagerly toss out the packing materials and admire my new prized possession. As I’m looking at the different sized attachments I ordered, my husband knocks on the door and enters our bedroom.”The k**do finally went down for a nap.” He sees what I’m holding in my hand. “Thinking about breaking it in tonight?”I smile at him. He knows what I plan on doing tonight. “With any luck I will.””You sure you don’t want to give it a trial run with me?” He pretends to pout a little.I toss the largest of the three attachments to him. “I’ll break that one in after this weekend. I’ve waited this long for a penis and I think it’s only fair that it sees a pussy first.”He laughs a little and then comes over to hug and kiss me. “I’m glad you like your gift. Just don’t go and break it on the first night.””Don’t worry. I still have every intention of plowing your ass later.” I kiss him on his forehead. “Thank you.””For what?””For being so understanding of my needs.”He smiles at me. “It’s only fair that I get to enjoy a man’s company once in a while that you should get to do the same with a woman.”Being married to a bisexual man definitely has its perks. He understands me better than I understand myself at times. “I just hope I can pull this off like I’ve always fantasized.””I’ve had a penis all my life, so if you need any tips just ask me.” He’s joking with me and I give him a playful shove.I reach back into the box and produce the medium sized attachment. It’s a pinkish colored dildo about six inches long and about three inches in circumference at the base. Not the biggest dildo out there (it’s even smaller than my husband’s penis), but it’ll definitely get the job done.”Good choice,” I hear him say to me.I smile at him and take the attachment into the bathroom to wash it like the instructions suggest. When I reemerge I notice my husband has pulled out the harness part and is loosening the straps for me.I take it out of his hands and step into it. It’s almost like putting on a pair of underwear, but there’s a little nub about half an inch long that slides into my vagina. I also notice another little nub in front that slightly stimulates my clitoris. I moan a little and see my husband grin.”You sure you don’t want break it in at home?”I giggle a little and say, “I’m sure.””Curses, foiled again,” he teases.I allow him to help me tighten the harness around my waist. At first it’s a little too tight and then it’s too loose but soon we find a fit that’s comfortable for me.I attach the six-inch fake penis to the front of the harness and turn to look at myself in a full-length mirror. I giggle as I grab my “cock” and shake it a little. It’s stiff, but flexible enough for me to be able to carry out the next step in my fantasy.”Could you hand me my jeans?” I turn to my husband who is having a hard time taking his eyes off my new appendage.He tosses me my black jeans and I say a silent prayer that they’ll fit as I slide them up to my wide hips. I stuff the fake cock gently down into my right pant leg. I have no trouble buttoning my size 13 pants around my waist, but pulling up the zipper proves to be a workout. Finally, I have my zipper all the way up and I turn once more to look at myself in the mirror. I cannot contain my laughter as my eyes are immediately drawn to my crotch.My husband bursts into a fit of laughter too and teases me, “Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”I stick my tongue out at him and for a fleeting moment I think that maybe I shouldn’t do this after all. Anyone who sees me will be able to tell that something isn’t quite “right” about me and they’ll think that either I’m a hermaphrodite or a freak.I put on my 38DD bra and then my tight shirt. I look back in the mirror. From the waist up I think I’m looking rather nice. My shoulder length auburn hair is styled nicely and my pale porcelain skin contrasts sharply with my black clothing. I follow my hourglass figure downwards and once again I laugh as I see the bulge in my crotch.”You look like a thirteen year old boy caught in Victoria’s Secret,” my husband comments.We both giggle for a couple of seconds and then I ask, “Do you think I should go through with it?””Absolutely!” There is no hesitation in his reply and he hugs me tightly. “The bar will be dark and I’m sure the regulars there will know what’s up. I bet it’s not the first time someone has done this.”I smile up at him and kiss his cheek. “Thank you again.”He grabs my face in his hands and kisses me on the lips, sliding his tongue into my mouth. After a few seconds he pulls back and breathlessly says, “Go get ’em!”I grab some money and my ID and stuff them into my back pocket. I find my keys buried under some mail on the table and look at my face in the mirror to make sure my hair isn’t doing anything strange.Before I finally head out the door, I sneak into my two year old’s room and give him a soft kiss on the cheek. He stirs a little in his sleep and sighs contently. I tiptoe back out of the room and give my husband another good-bye hug and kiss as I exit the front door of our house.It’s dark outside already and I look at my watch. 8:15. Good, I think to myself. I’ll arrive at the bar around nine and I should be able to grab a nice seat at the bar before too many people arrive. I hop in my car and head for my favorite bar.When I arrive, I find a suitable parking space and mentally prepare myself before getting out of the car. I look at my crotch and see the bulge. I laugh nervously and open my door.The cool winter air hits my face, but I’m comfortable in what I’m wearing. Spring arrives early here in the South and the extreme cold spells we had been having are finally passing. I smile at the female attendant standing at the door. She knows me, but still asks to see my ID.She hands it back to me and winks at me. I blush knowing she’s noticed that I’m packing tonight, but I manage to look her in the eye and wink back. I head inside and I am instantly hit with the smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol.There’s a steady bass beat from some dance song playing that I swear I can feel coming up through the floorboards. I realize that I can’t wait to dance, but first I decide to hit the bar for a drink.The bartender recognizes me and waves. “Haven’t bolu escort bayan seen you in a long time Jade. How’ve you been?””Pretty good Janet. Just been busy is all. I’ll just have a Shirley Temple. I’m driving tonight.”Janet nods and finds a glass as she sets about making my drink. I turn around and survey the crowd. Mostly it’s women, but I see a few men. On the dance floor I see several people dancing. It’s still early and I know that soon the floor will be packed with many people.Janet sets the drink down in front of me. I thank her for my drink and say, “If you get a break, want to join me on the dance floor?”Having danced with me before she nods. “I’d love to,” is all she can manage to say before she is barraged with drink orders from a waitress.I turn my attention back to the dance scene as I slowly sip my drink through a long red straw. I feel a hand tap me on my right shoulder. I turn to see a familiar face looking back at me.”Long time no see stranger,” my dream woman says.”Same to you.” I have to raise my voice to be heard over the music.”I’ve been looking for you,” she says in a silky southern voice. I notice her lips are painted red and they complement her tanned skin.”Oh really?” I raise an eyebrow. We’ve talked before and have been flirting heavily for the last couple of months, but nothing has ever come of it. I’ve figured that she’s just the flirty type, but from the way she’s looking at me I can tell something has changed tonight.She grabs my arms and leads me away from the bar. “Come on, there’s a booth over here farther away from the music.”I follow her eagerly. I’m relieved that she can’t see my crotch in the darkened bar. She sits down at an empty booth and pats the seat indicating that she wants me to sit next to her. “What’s up?” I slide in next to her and my nose picks up a scent that reminds me of flowers. I realize it’s her hair and think that she has just washed her hair.”Nothing much, I’ve just missed you is all.” She leans over and rests her head on my shoulder. Her long light brown hair falls on me and I can feel the weight of it on my left arm through my shirt.I take a big sip of my drink and I hear a song with a good beat starting up. “Want to dance?”She smiles up at me and says, “Yes I would.”I lead her out onto the dance floor and we face each other. I hold my arms up over my head and let my hips sway sexily to the beat. She moves in close to me, her hips keeping in perfect time with the beat as well. We continue dancing like this until she puts her arms around my neck and pulls me closer.Instinctively, I put my arms around her waist and our foreheads meet. I’m taller than her by about two inches (I’m 5’7”) so I’m looking down at her. I feel her stomach next to my crotch and she looks up at me with her mouth open in surprise.I grin mischievously at her. “I got a new toy,” I tease.She wraps her arms tighter around my neck and whispers in my ear “Can I help you break it in?”I freeze for a split second as I feel the blood rushing to my face. My ears are instantly warm from my blush. I pull back and look at her. “We’ll see,” I tease not sure if she’s still just flirting with me or being serious.She sticks her tongue out at me and I pull her back towards me and we resume dancing. The next song is a slow song. “Do you want to go back to our seat?””Not yet. I like this song,” she replies.I hold her close to me and I enjoy the feel of her body pressed against mine. She’s wearing a midriff and my hands are touching the bare flesh of her back. I look down her back and see her smooth round butt. I hold back the urge to grab her ass but I do let my hands drift down to just above her waistline.She’s not a petite girl, but she’s not fat either. She has a soft belly with a navel ring that shows proudly on her stomach. There’s a noticeable dip where her hips begin and I can’t help but think how it would feel to grab onto those hips while I’m taking her with my new toy.Sadly, the song ends and one with a fast beat replaces it. She pulls away from me, but takes my hand and leads me back to our table. We weave through the crowd carefully and I notice business is starting to pick up a little. We discover our booth is taken, but we spot another one further back and quickly grab it.She slides into the booth first as before and pats the seat once again to let me know where she wants me to sit. I giggle and slide in next to her. “Are you hungry?” I take a moment to steal a glance at her chest. The tight top she’s wearing gives her a fair amount of cleavage, and I notice a charm on a silver chain that is falling in between her breasts.She nods her head enthusiastically at my question. “I’m famished.””How about some cheese fries?” I signal a waitress nearby.”That’s my favorite dish! I don’t eat it often but it’s so good.” Again she rests her head on my left shoulder.”Want anything to drink with that?””Hmm, I’ll have a Long Island Iced Tea,” she responds to me.The waitress finally makes her way over to the table. I order our food, a Long Island Iced Tea, and another Shirley Temple for me. I notice my dream girl making a face and I say, “Hey, I’m driving tonight.”While we wait for our food, I look over at the dance floor. It’s pretty crowded by now and I notice my girl is still leaning against me. I lift up my arm and put it over her shoulders and hold her to me. She sighs happily and rests her cheek against the inside of my left shoulder. I play with her hair a little and she takes my right hand that had been resting in my lap and holds it with her right hand. She lets her fingers interlace with mine.This has to be more than flirting. She’s never been like this before and finally I have to ask her what’s going on. “So, what’s changed tonight Ariana?”She looks up at me with a puzzled look. “What do you mean?””Well, you’ve always just flirted with me but tonight…well, it’s just different. You’ve never held my hand before and you certainly have never let me hold you like this.” I pull some of her hair off her shoulder and away from her oval face.Her blue eyes seem to brighten for a moment as she thinks about what she is about to say. “I’ve always found you attractive but I had someone when we first met. Plus I was a little hesitant because you’re married.”Our food arrives and I wait until the waitress leaves before resuming the conversation. “Me being married I can understand, but I didn’t know you were with someone. Who?””You know the girl who would always be with me, but never danced or anything like that. Instead she’d watch me dance and either get hot and bothered or jealous when another woman made a play for me.”I laugh a little. “Sounds like my boyfriend in college.””Yeah, well she also freaked out one night when I pulled out a dildo and wanted her to use it on me. She told me if I wanted a dick to go find a man and she just left. She tried to apologize, but I just realized it was time to cut my losses.””Holy shit,” I reply. “I’ve never heard of anyone freak out over a dildo.””I feel kind of bad about it now. I found out from a mutual friend of ours that she was ****d a few years ago and just has this terrifying fear of anything remotely phallic when it comes to sex.” She takes a fry from the plate and quickly devours it. “Excuse my manners.”I shake my head to let her know it’s OK and I continue, “I know someone who has the same problem with women. Can’t stand the thought of them.” I think for a moment and get a little disheartened. “So you’re coming after me tonight because I’m wearing a strap-on?”She sits up and emphatically shakes her head no. “Oh god no, that’s just a bonus! After a couple of weeks of moping around, I kept thinking about you. Not like I was obsessed, but I wanted to let you know I was interested.””And what about me being married?” I ask cautiously. She wouldn’t be the first to be jealous of my husband.She shrugs her shoulders. “I heard from a former girlfriend of yours that he doesn’t ever participate and that he has a man on the side.”I giggle a little. “So you’ve been talking to Janet?”She nods her head. “And before you ask, I understand that your family comes first.””Janet drilled you on everything about me huh?””Well, not everything. I tried to get to tell me about what you like in bed, but her lips were sealed on the matter.” Ariana quickly devours another fry as I find one with a mound of cheese on it and happily chew on it.After swallowing my food, I say, “Yeah, Janet never kisses and tells, but I don’t think you’ll have any problems. I give good directions.”She laughs a little. “That’s exactly what she said.”We eat and drink for the next few minutes. Ariana tells me about some of the women she’s met since being single and I just hold her to me. I laugh at some of the lame pick-up lines she’s heard. At one point I lean down and kiss the top of her head. I don’t even realize what I’m doing until my lips feel the softness of her hair.I sit back up and she lifts her head up to look at me. She stretches upward with her face and I lean back down. Our lips meet and I softly kiss her. I bring my right hand to her waist and feel the bare flesh there. I feel her tongue snake out over my bottom lip and I open my mouth so that I can greet her tongue with mine.I feel her fingers escort bolu in my hair and they wrap around the back of my head, holding me close. She pushes against my mouth hard and I respond in kind, pushing my tongue inside her mouth and allowing it to mesh with hers. I don’t know how long we kiss, but I find my right hand traveling upward and I feel my fingers touch the underside of her left breast.Ariana moans into my mouth and I gently cup her breast as I feel her hand drift down my body to my upper thigh. She squeezes my “cock” through my pant leg and giggles. She pulls back from me and I kiss her forehead. My hand is still on her breast and I can feel her nipple hardening against my palm.”Can we go back to my place?” She nuzzles my neck.”Just let me pay for our drinks and the food.” I signal the waitress again and ask for our bill.After I pay and leave a tip, we head out of the bar with her arm around my waist and mine around her shoulders. I wave to Janet on the way out and she waves back and gives me a “thumbs up” sign. I remind myself to thank her for talking to Ariana later.Once in the car, we kiss again. It’s a soft and tender kiss. I kiss her as though I am afraid I’ll bruise her soft lips. I suck gently on her bottom lip before she pulls away breathless.”Whoa, Janet never told me what a good kisser you are.” She tucks her hair behind her ears and I start the car, blushing from the compliment.”So, where are we going?” I look over at her and in the dim light of the car I can truly appreciate how beautiful she is.”My place. Do you know where the old mill is? I have a loft apartment there.” She gives me directions and then we proceed with some small talk.When I’m not shifting gears, she holds my hand. At one stoplight I let my hand rub her knee gently as I look over at her and smile. She tells me about her job as a waitress at a local restaurant and how she’s going back to school to become a nurse.I listen intently and tell her about my job at a local store. I can tell she seems a little nervous and I can feel my own stomach doing flip-flops. When we reach her apartment complex, my heart rate increases dramatically.We both get out of the car and she comes over to my side and takes my hand. She reaches up to give me a peck on the lips and then takes my hand. Giggling the whole time, she leads me up some nearby stairs to the second floor.Her apartment is gorgeous and I can catch a faint smell of some incense. “Want anything to drink?” She lets go of my hand and walks towards the kitchen. “I have some vodka and orange juice.””I’ll just have a glass of orange juice; no vodka please,” I reply. It’s not that I don’t want a drink, I could really use one by this point, but I also don’t want to lose control. I really like Ariana and I want to do this right.She smiles and disappears behind her refrigerator door. I hear her opening and closing some doors followed by the distinct “tink-tink” of the glasses as she sets them down on the counter to pour.I’m looking over her DVD collection when she returns and hands me my glass. I notice she’s got a dark colored soda in her hand. “Do you want to watch a movie? Or I could put on some music.””Hmm, how about a movie? I see you have The Ring.” I’m a sucker for horror films and from her collection I can tell we have similar interests in movies.”Sounds great! Just have a seat on the couch and I’ll get it started.”I flop down on the couch, careful not to spill my drink. I look in front of me and I can’t help but watch as she bends over to insert the disc into the DVD player. I moan a little and hope she doesn’t hear me as I admire her ass.When the menu appears on screen, she comes back over and flops down next to me. I lift my arm up and let her snuggle in close to me while she presses play. I lightly stroke her upper arm as I finish my orange juice.We aren’t too far into the movie when I feel her hand caressing my inner thigh. I smile to myself and hug her close to me. She looks up at me and I lean in to kiss her. The kiss ends quickly because of the awkward angle, but as soon as she sits up and leans forward again, we pick up where we left off.I wrap my arms around her and let them run up and down her spine. I break the kiss and let my lips place light kisses along her jaw line and down her neck. I bring my left hand up to cup her right breast through her shirt.She moans and tilts her head back so that I can kiss more of her neck. I lightly lick her collarbone before kissing it again. I massage her breast through her top and kiss back up to her lips again. I can feel my clit hardening and I become aware of the little nub inside my vagina from the strap-on.Ariana gives me a gentle push and I pull away. I’m afraid for a minute that she wants to stop, but I then see her reach to unbutton the front of her top. It appears to have a built-in bra and when she opens the shirt up, I am left with the sight of her bare breasts in front of me.She barely has the top all the way off before I pull her to me again for yet another kiss. I wait a moment before letting my hand touch her bare skin. Her nipple is a hard little pebble against the palm of my hand and I give it a gentle squeeze with my thumb and index finger. She moans into my mouth and I break the kiss so that I can lean down to lick her nipple.I make a circle with my tongue before gently sucking it into my mouth. I lightly nibble the delicate flesh as I flight my tongue across the top of it. Ariana arches her back and places her hands on my head. I feel her falling backwards as she lies down on the couch.I let her readjust her legs before lying back down on top of her. I began to alternate my sucking of her nipples. I keep this up for a long time before kissing the flesh in between the two breasts and then making my way downward. I pause at her navel ring momentarily and very gently give it a tug with my teeth. She gasps and moans a little while I bring my hands up to start unbuttoning her pants.Slowly I unzip them opening them up carefully. I see she’s wearing a pair of white thongs underneath. She lifts her hips as I pull her pants down her beautiful legs and off her feet. I keep the underwear on for now as I go back up to pay attention to her beautiful breasts.While I lick and nibble her tits, I let my hand come up to cup her crotch. I can feel the damp heat on her panties and I let my finger teasingly snake along the sides of the thin fabric.”Oh yes, please don’t stop,” she moans and hisses at me.I take a finger and push aside the cotton fabric of her panties. I continue to tease her for a minute or two before letting it barely slide into her vagina. She gasps as I feel the wetness of her arousal and I feel her u*********sly contract her muscles around my finger.I take her nipple into my mouth as I push my finger inside her and then slowly pull it back out. I repeat this motion as I pull away from her chest and reach up to kiss her. She kisses me eagerly and begins to move her hips in time with my finger pushing in and out of her.Realizing that I’m still fully dressed, I reluctantly break away from her. I bring my finger up to my mouth and taste her tangy sweetness. She looks up at me and whimpers a little.I shush her gently as I reach down to pull off my shirt. I feel her hands come up to massage my breasts through my bra and I can feel my nipples hardening.I moan as she sits up and places kisses along my neck while I reach behind me to undo my bra’s hooks. She helps me take it off completely and I hear a moan of approval as she marvels at my large breasts.A split second later I feel her tongue working its magic on my right nipple. She sucks and nibbles while she uses her right hand to play with the other nipple. She switches over and I lean back and enjoy.I wonder to myself if Janet told her that my nipples are my biggest turn on as she continues to assault them with her mouth. I can only moan and run my nails over her back. I massage one of her ass cheeks in my hand and then let a finger slip down the start of her crack.She wiggles her butt and giggles at my intrusion. I feel my pants loosen and I realize that she is unzipping them. I feel a tug and I look down to see that she has freed my fake penis from my tight jeans.She marvels at it for a moment and looks at me and grins. She moves so that I can slide my jeans past my hips. I kick off my tennis shoes and leave the jeans in a puddle on the floor. She kisses me again and we both reach up to play with each other’s breasts and nipples.I pull back and suggest that we go back to her bedroom. She agrees and takes my hand again to lead me back there. I allow my eyes to watch her breasts jiggle a little as we head down the hallway.I stop her at the foot of her bed and pull her close to me to kiss her. I reach down and push her underwear down. She pulls back to remove them completely and she reaches for my “cock.”She slowly jacks me off while I kiss her neck and collarbone again. I feel a slight tug on the harness every now and then, but of course that’s all I would feel.Wanting to taste her, I gently begin to push her back onto her bed. I watch her lie down and spread her legs apart for me. I can see her labia glistening as I lean forward to kiss the inside of her right thigh. bolu escort I kiss downwards and let my eyes take in the sight of her trimmed pubic hair. I also notice her clit poking slightly out of its hood and I know that I want to make her come.Slowly I lie down in front of her. I lean forward and lick the outer lips of her vulva. I lick on either side of her clit and then bring my right hand up so that I can gently open her labia. I let my tongue probe inside her for a minute and I hear her moan. Her hips move a little as I bring my tongue back out. I let it circle her clit and she gasps and bucks her hips some more. I let my tongue taste inside her vagina once more before replacing it with my index finger on my right hand.I slowly penetrate her with my finger as I allow my tongue to come back up to her hard clit. I let the tip of my tongue flick over it just slightly before putting my lips around it and barely sucking on it.Ariana gasps and moans. She calls out my name and I think I hear “don’t stop” again, but most of what she is saying I am unable to decipher. I bring my finger out so that my middle finger can join it and I push back inside her.I go back to flicking my tongue over her clit as I allow my fingers to pick up the pace a little. I plunge in and out of her at a medium pace as I gently apply a little more pressure to her clit.That does it. I do my best to continue my ministrations while she thrashes about. I hear her moan and yell a little. She’s not a screamer, but then again maybe she’s just getting worked up. I let her calm down before withdrawing my fingers and licking them clean.I climb back up in between her legs and kiss her deeply. She moans as she tastes herself on my lips and tongue. I continue kissing her while I bring my hand to my strap-on and begin to seek out her vagina.I find it with very little problem and I gently begin to push it inside her. I feel her arms wrap around my neck and she pushes her hips upwards a little. Before I realize it, I’m slowing pushing in and out of her. She wraps her legs around me and we continue to kiss.I keep the pace nice and slow wanting to let her work up to another orgasm. I lift up and pull away so that I can look down at her beautiful face. I see her breasts move a little with each thrust and I notice my own breasts moving back and forth. I look into her eyes and feel an immense feeling of joy overwhelm me.I’m making love to a woman as a man would. The only thing that would make me happier is to be able to feel what the dildo is feeling, but this is still incredible to me. Ariana smiles up at me and I can’t help but lean forward to give her another kiss.A few moments later I hear her sweet voice again. “Can I get on top?””Yes.” We both giggle as I pull out of her and roll over onto my back. She climbs on top of me and straddles my hips. She reaches down to take my fake penis in her hand and I watch in amazement while she lowers herself onto me.She keeps her eyes closed and I feel that she seems to be in a faraway place. She pulls on her nipples a little before opening her eyes and leaning down to kiss my chest. It’s a bit awkward, but she manages to suck on one of my nipples.We both moan and I can feel her rocking steadily back and forth. I am suddenly reminded of the little nub inside me as well as the other one right above my clitoris. With her rocking back and forth like she is, I think that I might be able to climax myself.I reach down and begin to fondle her clit. “Keep rocking like that, please,” I breathlessly request.She moans loudly and throws her head back. I push up into her and I feel more pressure on my clit. “Yes,” she hisses at me. Her hips begin to rock a little faster, and I start to push up more and more.I continue playing with her clit and I feel myself building towards my peak. “Oh god, I’m getting close.” The fabric continues brushing against my hardened clit.”So am I,” she whimpers and moans. I rub her sex faster and thrust into her even harder. She gasps and says, “Oh shit. I’m gonna come!”As she squeals, I feel an explosion go off in my abdomen. “So am I!”The room fills with the echoes of our mutual climaxes. I lose all sense of time and space while I feel her body moving on top of mine. Soon, she collapses on top of me and shudders a little as her vagina spasms. I’m shuddering myself as I wrap my arms around her.”Oh wow.” She places a kiss on my chin. “I’ve never come so hard before.”I kiss her forehead. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. That was quite an experience for me too.””Can we do it again after we rest?””Most definitely.” I hold her to me and kiss her forehead. “I can stay all weekend if you’d like.”She smiles at me. “I’d love that.” There are a few minutes of silence before she speaks again. “Jade, can I tell you something without you thinking I’m nuts?””Of course.” I look down at her a little puzzled.”When you were on top of me I felt like…like you weren’t just fucking me. I mean it felt like you were making love to me.”I kiss her forehead. “I’ve been attracted to you for a long time. You’re special and I wanted you to feel that way.”She blushes a little and kisses my chin again. “You made me feel like I was the most important thing in the room. I swear no one has ever done that before. Can I ask you something else?””Sure.””Can we make this a regular thing? I know you can’t make a commitment to just me; you have your family and I understand that. I just had so much fun tonight and I don’t want it to be a one time thing.””If you weren’t going to ask I was.” I pull her up so that I can kiss her properly. As we kiss, I start to fondle her breasts again. We pull apart so that I can sit up and start to kiss her nipples again.She moans and I notice she’s reaching down to touch herself. I’m surprised that she’s ready to go again so soon, but I’m not complaining.I kiss her cheek. “Want me to take you doggy style?””Oh, that sounds fun.” She turns over onto her stomach and gets on all fours. She wiggles her butt in front of me and I laugh.I bend over and kiss her lower back and plant kisses up her spine. I sit up and move as close to her as I can. I gently take the dildo and probe behind her. She reaches back to help me enter her.As I gently push into her, she moans. I grab her hips and slowly start to fuck her. I push all the way in and nearly all the way out before starting the process over again. I watch the dildo slide in and out of her and again I start to feel like I were a man.”Oh god.” Her voice breaks me out of my reverie. She is tilting her head upwards and I grab a hold of her hair. “Oh man, fuck me please!”With my right hand on her right hip and my left hand pulling on her hair I start to pick up my pace. The fabric is rubbing my clit again, but I know it will still be a long time before I’ll come. I also realize that I can keep my rhythm for a long time. I start to wonder how hard I can fuck her and if she’s multi-orgasmic.”Play with your clit if you can,” I instruct her. By now there is a steady smacking sound as her ass meets my lower abdomen. She is thrusting back in time to my fucking.Ariana takes her left hand and I see it move under her. I assume that she’s trying to rub her clit. I grab hard onto her hip and pull a little harder on her hair. Somehow I find myself going faster.”Oh god! I’m coming!” She screams and I see her body tense.I slow my pace just a little, but I don’t stop and I don’t let go of her hair. She moans and says, “yes” over and over. She relaxes a little and starts to push back to meet my thrusts again. “Oh god I think I’m gonna come again! FUCK ME JADE!”Once again I pick up my pace and really slam into her poor ass. I grit my teeth and give her all I’ve got.”Yes, oh god, fuck me! Shit! I’m coming again!” Her screams echo in my ears. She continues screaming and I let go of her hair. She collapses on the bed in front of me and I stop fucking her.I slide out of her with a slight “plop” sound and I hear her giggle. She rolls back over on her back weakly and I lean down to kiss her. “That has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I tell her.”Did you come too?” She puts her arms around me.”No, but don’t worry about it right away. We still have the rest of the night and all day tomorrow. You have plenty of time to make it up to me.” I lie down next to her on my back.”I’m going to make it up to you right now.” She sits up and gets on top of me. She shimmies down my body and I feel her hands on the harness. “How the hell do you get this thing off?”I giggle and reach down to help her. She helps me get the harness off and tosses it onto the floor next to her bed. I feel her hands start to push my legs apart followed by some light kisses at the top of my shaved crotch.I reach down and run my fingers through her hair. I feel her tongue enter me followed by what I assume is her finger. I close my eyes and just enjoy the sensations I feel. The light pressure she is exerting on my clit causes me to moan and squeeze her hair.I feel a second finger join the first and I’m in heaven. Suddenly she starts to flick her tongue over my clit rapidly. I feel my legs tense and the rest of my body does. I don’t know what I say but I think I manage to tell her I’m coming. I feel my vagina contract around her fingers and my hips move involuntarily.When I can stand it no longer, she removes her fingers and crawls up my body to kiss me on my mouth. I enjoy the taste of myself on her tongue and lips and I have her lie down next to me.We lay there holding one another until we drift off to sleep dreaming about what we can do when we wake up.

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Holiday SexHi, my name’s Lisa and I want to tell you a story about my first girls holiday abroad. At the time i was 20 years old, stood at 5ft 6 and pictures of me taken on this trip would reveal that i wouldn’t look out of place in any hot list. My shoulder length brunette hair caressing my slender figure and whilst my breasts were small they were adorned by fat nipples that demonstrated when I was turned on.It was about halfway through the holiday and so far i’d been very disappointed with the sexual encounters i’d had. A couple had really small dicks, others really thin cocks and some who couldn’t get an erection at all. I was aiming for a few shags a day over the 10 day holiday and so far I was behind schedule. There was one guy I’d liked the look of however he had a girlfriend who he was on holiday with so it was a bit of a non starter although I’d made it clear I was interested and as they’d joined up with our group I hoped to still get a chance for a fuck with him. Barry was a little under 6ft tall and had long black hair that he tied up behind him in a ponytail. He was 25 and was from London, i lived in County Durham at the time and I longed to see what he was like in bed. One night a few lads had tried to invite me back to their place for a threesome which i refused but they kept on asking and pestering all night long meaning I was not been able to secure a fuck for the night which was most frustrating. I decided to make my way gümüşhane escort back to the apartment and let the group know I was heading back. Barry told his girlfriend he was going to walk me back as he was worried about the lads who’d been annoying me for most of the night. It was nice walking back with him, he was a nice guy, really good looking and it was natural talking to him, we’d had comfortable silences and at other times were laughing and joking and chatting naturally. “Thanks for walking me back”, I said. “No problem at all, I wanted to make sure you got back safe” he said as he looked down at my white top I had on which showed my nipples poking out. He reached a hand out and rubbed the fabric over my tit and I let out a whimper as he leaned in and we kissed passionately whilst his hands went to work all over my body. We fell into the apartment grabbing each other and tearing our clothes as our bodies reacted with my hairy pussy now soaking wet and his dick getting hard and expanding as it done so. Naked now Barry started sucking on my nipples and was moaning and groaning loudly as his lips and tongue worked their way down my body and reached my soaking we hairy pussy and he went to work expertly with his tongue and fingers. He probed my wet hole with his fingers and tongued my clit sending me over the edge to two mind blowing orgasms and I was screaming with delight. I felt the need to gümüşhane escort bayan return the favour and I got on my knees and started sucking his big thick cock, he was good, the best I’d had on my holiday, maybe the best I’ve ever had in my life to be honest. I was enjoying sucking his cock but I wanted him inside me, he clearly felt the same and pulled me to my feet and lifted me in the air before lowering me onto his rock hard prick as it slipped easily inside my tight wet hole. My pussy was gushing and I could feel another orgasm building. I was turning the air blue, I had never experienced anything like this and I was screaming and begging for more. He threw me to the bed and moved me face down on all fours as he entered my now wide open cunt from behind and I very quickly came again. He had started fingering my arsehole while I was cumming and he deftly entered my tight little ass while I was in doggy position, this was the first time I’d done anal and I loved it, I think at that point he could have done anything to me and my whole body was tingling. He turned me over and brought his cock to my mouth and I greedily sucked and licked him clean before he entered my pussy in a missionary position while feeling my tits which pushed me over the edge again. I could sense he was close and he was thrusting harder and making grunting noises before eventually warning me that he was going to cum. escort gümüşhane I didn’t want this to end but couldn’t wait for him to cum and I was not disappointed. He exploded inside me letting out a loud growl as he done so. I yelped and screamed in delight and he took his dick still dripping cum out of my pussy and brought it to my mouth and I slurped our shared juices from his softening dick. I was exhausted and was alight with pleasure. But Barry wasn’t done with me just yet. He flipped me over again so I was face down on the bed. I had no idea what he was planning but didn’t care, he could do anything he wanted, I was in heaven.He took his ponytail out and put it on the bedside cabinet before flipping his hair forward and used it caress my naked body. I moaned and groaned in pure pleasure and delight. I had never felt anything like the sexual energy flowing through me a s probably never have since. His hair felt amazing on my naked body and as he caressed my bum and thighs my pussy responded. I was soaking again and Barry must have sensed this, flipping his hair back before picking me up and as before lowering me onto his stiffening manhood. He didn’t last as long last time but I didn’t care, he left another load in my pussy before leaving to go back to his girlfriend.We met up a couple of times during the holiday and his girlfriend said to my best friend “I think Barry likes your friend”. Bless her. Barry even popped up to see me when we got back home and begged for another helping but I turned down his advances. He was a milkman and whilst I enjoyed his creamy deliveries during our fuck filled holiday he just wasn’t what I was looking for in a long term relationship.That said he was the best over had and I’ll never forget our nights of passion.

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It was always nice when her son came home during those breaks from college.

Yet another benefit was that Jack was a tech wizard. Not exactly a nerd, but he knew his stuff. She asked him to buy her the latest webcam along with a headset and microphone attached to it. Even though her equipment was still new, she reasoned to him that as a lawyer, she needed to interact with her clients online using the highest resolution possible– a simple ruse.

Later that night, after Jack had installed the good stuff, and they were both in their rooms, it was time for Maureen’s other job. The one that no one would ever know about. Or so she assumed…

Good thing Jack’s room was down the hall. He’d never be able to hear this.

She opened her closet and sifted passed all her suits and blazers to find the right negligee for the night. It was black and mostly see through. It covered her breast area and she’d be wearing panties underneath.

After undressing, she slipped on the negligee. Next came the most important part. A black mask which covered much of her face. It was big enough to conceal her identity. Yet small enough to showcase her pretty smile and beautiful eyes.

She put a few touches of makeup and gave her hair a quick toss. Then she gave herself a once-over on a full length mirror.

Perfect!

The final pieces of the puzzle were all the things in her drawer. She neatly placed her small selection of sex toys on the computer table; different sized dildos and vibrators. Some lube too, in case anyone wanted anal.

Maureen sat in front of her computer and went to a popular adult webcam site, then logged into her performer’s account. She was listed under the mature category. It was 9 pm, the time in which her fans had expected her, along with countless passersby.

She typed a few quick ‘hellos’ to her regulars. There was some discussion on her new equipment. Now, the resolution of her was much sharper, HD quality. She also informed her viewers that she couldn’t talk tonight, only type.

Tips flowed in. So did the requests. She started small since the tips were small. A little dance. She got up and moved sexily for them. Not bad given her age and busy work schedule. A few close ups of her tongue, which people also loved, and she blew a few kisses right into the cam, which sent more tips her way.

As the tips piled up, it was time to get more risque. She pulled down the side of her negligee to reveal her breast and hard pink nipple. With more tips, she did the same with her other breast, and her top was fully down.

There were requests for oral action, and the tips followed to back up that request. She took a dildo and showed the room how she liked to suck. How it would be for them. Letting them wish they could feel it. She winked through the black mask, teasing them further as she sucked.

With more tips, she used a small vibrator in her pussy. But no close up, yet. There weren’t enough tips for that at the moment.

A massive tip came. A horny guy was dying to hear more of Maureen’s famous dirty talk. They didn’t know exactly what she did for a living, but her online followers knew that she was a professional woman. They were also dying to hear that voice in higher resolution.

With enough pleading — and tips — Maureen relented and used her new headset. She whispered some dirty words to the large group of users in her chatroom. Words which always drove them crazy. How they loved hearing a professional woman talk nasty.

More tips came and people begged her to speak up. So she spoke a little louder and got carried away in the moment, which tended to happen.

As the vibrator buzzed in her pussy and the headset covered her ears, she was lost in the moment. Totally consumed by the sensations.

She only knew her bedroom door opened because she saw it move through the corner of her eye. She swiftly pulled the headset off her ears.

The voice on the other side called out, while opening the door:

“Mom, did you say someth….”

Jack’s words stopped when he peaked inside the bedroom and saw his mother there. Black face mask. Tits exposed. A vibrator in her pussy. Her computer screen on a webcam porn site.

Maureen’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened. She froze completely.

“Sorry…” Jack gasped, quickly closing the door and leaving.

Maureen nearly burst into tears, right in front of her audience. But she fought the tears and immediately logged off, something she’d never do without saying ‘goodnight’ to her audience first.

She tried desperately to summon her courage and put herself back together- emotionally speaking. She put the vibrator on the table and pulled her negligee up to cover her breasts. She pulled her mask away. Then she put on a robe to cover herself.

It was time for a much needed conversation.

***

Jack’s bedroom door was slightly open and the lights were on. She gently pushed it opened and entered, while he was playing a computer game. Naturally, he turned awkward when he saw her enter.

“Can you come downstairs, please?” she manavgat escort asked uncomfortably. “We need to talk. Now.”

He agreed, but he clearly didn’t want to. Who would?

Once downstairs, she was in the kitchen fixing them some hot chocolate, while he waited in the dining room. When it was ready, she brought the drinks and they sat down facing each other.

“This isn’t necessary,” he said calmly. “Seriously. I don’t care.”

“Shouldn’t you care? I’m your mother.”

The look on Jack’s face said it all. Of course he cared! It’s a fucking weird conversation! He just didn’t want to sit there having an agonizing talk over what he had witnessed earlier.

He shook his head. “It’s not a big deal. Forget it.”

“You’re a young man. And you spend plenty of time on your computer. I’m assuming you know what I was doing?”

Jack reluctantly nodded.

“It’s for a website,” she explained.

“I’m familiar with webcam stuff, mom. Everyone is these days. God, I could have visited that site, whichever it was.”

“I know. I know. But I won’t apologize for what I do.”

“Do you need the money or something?” he asked, completely puzzled by all this. “I could get a part-time job if you want me to.”

“This has nothing to do with money,” she insisted.

He went silently for a moment. “Oh, so it’s just…that’s your thing…”

“Something like that,” she sighed. “Look, it’s been lonely for me since the divorce. Absolutely lonely. My love life is non-existent because of my job.”

“I understand. But that? Online?”

For the first time since this conversation began, Maureen took control and refused to be a victim. She refused to be questioned in a judgmental tone. She sat upright and held her chin high. It was time for the courtroom lawyer to appear.

“I won’t apologize,” she said sternly. “I don’t need to. If you want answers, I’ll give them to you. But I refuse to feel like I’m somehow a slut or whore.”

Jack immediately backed down. “Okay, okay. I never thought you were any of those things.”

“I’m only telling you this because I don’t want you thinking any less of me. I never thought you’d ever find out. So I want to make myself clear so there won’t be any lingering thoughts on your mind. Understood?”

“Yes mom.”

She took a deep breath. “The truth is, your father knew I was an exhibitionist at heart. He loved showing me off. So he came up with the idea of us doing webcam things together. I eventually agreed, and I found it enthralling.”

Jack nodded, mesmerized by the erotic story of his mother.

She continued, “It started small. Chat rooms. Other couples. Things like that.”

“It’s common these days.”

Maureen nodded. “Apparently, websites filled with cam models are common too. He convinced me that we should join. After our first session for dozens of people, I was hooked. I was unstoppable. It satisfied something in me that…well… I shouldn’t go into further detail, but you get the idea.”

“That makes sense. Obviously I was, you know, shocked as hell.”

She finally managed to crack a smile. “You think you were shocked? Imagine how I felt?”

“I bet.”

“I’m glad we’ve been able to clear this up,” she said. “Or at least try.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

He hesitated for a moment. “Are you going to keep doing this?”

Maureen looked him straight in the eyes. Did she really owe him an answer to that? This shouldn’t even be his business. She had already told him more than she needed to. But something inside of her craved honesty.

The problem was, she didn’t know the answer.

“I don’t know if I’ll continue,” she eventually said.

He gave a half smile. “Mom, whenever you give that expression, and you’re undecided, it means you’re still going to do it. You’re just emotional right now. But you won’t stop.”

“I’m almost afraid you’re right.”

***

Maureen spent the next day in the office, speaking with clients on the phone, working on memos, and researching cases. When her assistants were busy and she had some extra time alone, she visited the webcam site.

Being a webcam model had been an amazing, fulfilling, and lust filled ride. Certainly an experience she’d always cherish. But after that moment of carelessness and being caught by her son, could she really continue with this sexual adventure?

As she sat there in her office looking at her profile page, the answer was clear. This online persona had become part of her sexual identity. It was also a huge stress reliever from her busy days and courtroom battles.

Of course she would continue!

She browsed at the different categories, at the different models, and she remained in awe of how many users there were. It still boggled her mind knowing how many people had seen her naked and masturbating on cam.

Also on her mind was the fact that her son viewed cam sites too. He seemed way too familiar with it, which shouldn’t have come as a surprise. Had Jack ever been to this particular manavgat escort bayan cam site? Worse, had Jack ever swung by her chatroom by coincidence? Had he ever seen her perform?

These thoughts swirled through her mind as she daydreamed. Her eyes focused on the different categories and performers. More thoughts swirled through her mind when she saw something eye-catching being advertised.

A smile crept on her face. Her pussy clenched. She now had a plan.

***

By the time it was dinner, Maureen had already planned out her entire speech, much like she’d present a case to a judge or jury. She had already thought of her main arguments, rebuttals, and the all important approach.

She had decided that the best approach was to be straightforward, in gradual paces. To make things easier, she poured herself some wine for additional courage.

“About last night,” she casually said after they finished eating. “Do you really visit those types of sites?”

Jack’s eyes widened. “Really? I thought we were done with this?”

“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking today, and I was curious. You mentioned how you were familiar with these sorts of sites. Are there any particular sites you frequent?”

He sighed, “I don’t think we should…”

“Answer me,” she replied, cutting him off. “I’m genuinely curious. Besides, it’s not like I’m in a position to judge.”

After a moment of skepticism and hesitation, Jack listed two webcam sites that he claimed he sometimes browsed, though Maureen was certain that he visited them more often than he was willing to admit.

Nevertheless, she was relieved that he had never visited the site which she broadcasted her cam. Not that it would have mattered, if this plan were to work.

“Nice choices,” she smiled. “You have good taste.”

Jack gave a playfully skeptical look. “Mom, you’re up to something. Whatever it is, just say it. Spare us the awkwardness and let’s get to the point.”

“Fine. But hear me out. Make your decision once I’ve explained everything to you. And I want you to keep an open mind on the matter.”

“Sure.”

“Tonight is Couples Night on the website,” she explained. “It’s a chance for users to see their favorite performers with another partner. Meaning, users get to see, shall we say, a few extra things with a male performer. Now hang on a second, Jack, before you make a comment. Hear me out.”

“Mom, I didn’t say anything.”

She nodded. “Tonight is also known as Incest Monday. Please don’t comment yet, it’s just a fancy name.”

“I didn’t say a word, even though that’s a very strange name to appear on a webcam site.”

“It’s for fake incest. That’s when couples would roleplay on cam for users to see. Basically the cam models would pretend they’re family members; like mother/son if there’s an age gap, or brother/sister if they’re both young adults, or…”

“Mom, I get the idea,” he said awkwardly.

“It’s a very popular fantasy, you know? Those sorts of stories are quite popular on erotica sites such as Literotica. There’s a huge demand for it.”

“Yeah, I know…uhh…I mean, okay. Whatever people like.”

She smiled at her son’s slip up. “The point I’m making is that couples who do incest roleplay gets tons of viewers on their page. Tons. More views, more attention, more tips, more everything.”

“I still don’t get why you’re telling me this.”

Maureen took a deep breath. “Let’s do a couples chat together.”

As she expected, Jack was blown away by the suggestion. Stunned beyond belief. Frankly, she was stunned too, that she even had the courage to ask such a thing.

“Tell me you’re joking,” he managed to say.

“I’m absolutely serious. Be honest, have you ever fantasized about me before?”

Jack was totally caught off guard and seemed endlessly frustrated. His reaction was an instant giveaway. Maureen got the answer already.

“I— wait a minute. What does that have to do with anything? Totally irrelevant.”

“I know it’s a common fantasy,” she tried reassuring. “There are tons of stories written by young men about it. And in my chatroom, people ask me all the time if I have a son. When I say yes, that I have a college boy, I get flooded with all sorts of lewd questions. So be honest. Just answer me.”

He huffed. “Sure I have. I mean, you’re gorgeous. I’m not proud of doing that, but it just happened.”

“Masturbation doesn’t just happen.”

“Oh god,” he sighed in embarrassment. “This is horrible.”

“There are three reasons why I want you to join me,” she said firmly.

“I’m dying to hear them.”

“First,” she said. “Young men like yourself visit a variety of different porn sites these days. It’s only a matter of time before you accidentally stumble across my room and see me perform. Rather than sneak around, I want us to be open and honest about everything.”

Jack listened attentively.

She continued, “Second, doing this in my bedroom is a huge escape from my stressful life. It takes me to another world. escort manavgat I love my audience. I love the spotlight. It gives me a thrill that I can’t get anywhere else. So having a partner and doing a couples chat would allow me to reach a wider audience. I can’t trust my webcam secret with anyone else. And since you already know, I want you to be my partner, because I know you’d never tell anyone.”

At this point, Jack hung on every word, trying to understand this unusual situation.

“Thirdly,” she said. “And most importantly. You bear a striking resemblance to your father. You have all his best qualities, without any of his negatives. As crazy as this sounds, doing this with you would bring back so many warm, loving memories of doing this with your father. I’ve always been a sucker for romance, and this is the most romance I’d feel in a long time. So what do you say?”

It was all laid out there. Maureen perfectly stated all the points she had thought up in her office earlier, and verbatim too.

Now was the waiting part. Jack paused for a few seconds, but like the old cliche goes, it felt like an eternity, until he finally spoke.

“Do I have to show my face?” he cautiously asked.

She smiled broadly. “No way. I’ll wear my sexy mask. You keep your face off camera.”

“Will the viewers know that we’re actually a mother/son duo?”

“I’ll tell them. But the thing is, lots of online couples say they are, and it’s obviously a roleplay. I’m sure many of my viewers will believe me though. I’ll convince them. And it’ll drive them wild.”

“What will I have to do?”

Maureen’s smile morphed into a sly grin. “Oh, nothing really. Just stand there while I suck your cock, then you can fuck me.”

She was thoroughly amused at Jack’s priceless reaction. How shocked he was. How amusing it looked. How crazy this situation was.

Although he’d never admit it, Maureen was positive that Jack had instantly become erect.

***

9 pm was fast approaching. Maureen was already dressed in sexy lingerie, naked underneath, and she slipped on her skimpy black facemask. She had already fixed her hair nicely, and wore extra mascara and red lipstick to make herself look even sexier.

While logging in to the porn site, the realness of the situation grew when Jack came to her bedroom wearing nothing but his boxers, as she had instructed. He looked uncharacteristically shy and timid, but the faint bulge poking through told another story.

“You look handsome,” she teased.

“I doubt anyone would care about me. You’re the star of the show.”

“You’re right; they just want to see me sucking that delicious cock of yours. Now have a seat on the bed. The show’s about to start soon.”

She went to her control panel and did all sorts of things, requesting access to appear on the couples chat on ‘incest night.’ Success! She was in and a longtime fantasy was about to come true, with her son of all people!

“And we’re live,” she said.

The moment Maureen’s online profile was listed on the cam site, viewers started pouring in. All of them ecstatic that they’d finally get to see her sucking on a real cock, instead of a sex toy.

The enthusiasm in the room grew when users pointed out that she was listed under the incest theme as well. People wanted to know if she was going to roleplay with that young stud sitting on the bed (with his face out of the screen.) She was pleased to announce that this was the real thing.

Maureen put on her new headset and spoke to the group. “There’s nothing fake here. He’s my son, that many of you have been asking about. I obviously can’t prove this, but you’ll have to take my word for it. He’s my son. And this show is real.”

Automatically, the tips came pouring in, along with a slew of comments.

Real incest?! Oh shit!

what a dream come true!

Lucky guy.

this is going to be the best night ever!

have you two been fucking for long?

Maureen responded to the last question. “Actually, no. We’ve never done anything before. Honestly. Nothing besides an innocent kiss. This will be the first time that I’ve ever touched him in a sexual way. On this special night, all of you get to witness this.”

The online reaction was immense. She watched as the tips came flooding in, along with all the wonderful comments. Most of all, the number of views she had in her chatroom were at a peak she’d never had before. This was going to be a hit.

She set a financial goal. She made it clear that the more they tipped, the more they’d see. If they’d tip high enough, they’d get to witness some incestuous oral action. More tips, they’d get to see some fucking.

With enough tips at this point, she owed it to her audience to show them something. And she did.

“Nudity has been reached,” she informed her audience. “Believe it or not, my son has never seen me fully nude. Thanks to all of you, it’s going to be a reality for him.”

She blew a kiss to the webcam as the audience went wild, then she turned and winked at Jack, who sat there stunned like a puppy dog with his tongue out.

Despite being a rigid lawyer for her day job, Maureen did have a few moves. None of these moves came naturally to her, as she wasn’t much of a dancer, or a show person. These moves came from a long learning experience and gradually allowing her inhibitions to slip away throughout her time as a cam model.

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All characters in this story are 18 and older.

Allen sat on the couch watching a football game replay on TV. He was very anxious, as he always was on Friday nights. That was the night, every week, that his wife Susan, and daughter Leah had girl’s night out. They usually went shopping, to dinner, and to a movie, or mini-golf. Their outings gave Allen several hours alone at home. Allen enjoyed his time alone, being able to do whatever he wanted, like watch his weeks worth of DVR shows to catch up on. But mostly he enjoyed the alone time he was provided in his daughter Leah’s room.

Finally his wife and daughter came out to the living room, dressed up and ready to head out.

Susan stopped for a moment to say goodbye to her husband.

“Alright honey, we’re heading out. Should be back in about 4 hours.”

Allen smiled at his wife, and gave her a wave.

“Have an awesome time babe.”

Just then his daughter Leah ran up to give him a hug goodbye. She was very huggy, and Allen didn’t mind at all. As she jumped on his lap and gave him a hug, Allen buried his nose in her neck and breathed in her scent. All he could think about in that moment was wanting to smell other things on his daughter. She kissed him on the cheek and leaped off his lap.

“See you later daddy!”

Allen waved at her as well.

“Have a goodtime sweetheart.”

Mother and daughter walked out the door, and Allen reached down and grabbed his big erection. Any contact with his sexy little girl gave him an erection. Many times he felt lucky that she didn’t feel his nine inch hard cock through his pants while she would sit on his lap. He waited a few minutes to make sure they had driven off, then he unzipped his pants and took his throbbing hard cock out. Still thinking of the smell of his daughter’s neck, he began stroking his cock, picturing her straddling him on the couch, his mouth on her neck, giving her hickies. Although it felt good, Allen stopped masturbating, because the true fun would come in his daughter’s bedroom. He got up, and walked down the hall.

As he walked into Leah’s room, he took a quick glance around the room, scanning his daughter’s messy room. Her mother got on Leah’s case all the time about keeping her room clean, but Allen liked it when her room was a mess, especially when she would unknowingly leave special treasures around that Allen loved finding. Didn’t take long for him to find the first treasure he would enjoy. He walked over to Leah’s bed and kneeled down, picking up Leah’s favorite ballet flats. She wore them everywhere, just about every day. He sat down on her bed, and put one of them up to his nose. He took a big sniff, breathing in the smell of his daughter’s foot sweat that was permeated through out the inside of the shoe. He took several more sniffs, enjoying the stench of his daughter’s feet. Allen had a foot fetish, and his daughter’s cute feet were on his mind a lot. He wanted to lick her soles and suck her toes so bad, to taste and smell them, but he would have to settle for her shoes.

Allen paused for a moment, and unzipped his pants again, taking his big, thick cock out again. He put her one flat back up to his nose, and put his cock inside the other flat. He licked the inside of the flat, tasting as much of his daughter’s foot sweat as he could get on his tongue, while stroking his cock in and out of her other flat, turned on even more by thinking of getting his daughter’s foot sweat and smell onto his cock. He continued for 20 minutes, but knew there was so much more to enjoy in the room, as much as he was enjoying her shoes. He finally put her shoes back on the floor, and began to explore again.

Walking over to the other side of Leah’s bed, there was clothes strewn all over the floor. His little princess was a slob, but it made the room smell like her more, so he liked it. He reached down and moved a couple shirts, and her jeans, and he spotted a pair of her little panties. His heart began beating fast, as this might be the best treasure he could find. He reached down and picked them up. He knew she hadn’t showered in the past couple days, and heard her tell her mother when they were getting ready to go out that she had to shower and change, tunceli escort because she had been wearing the same panties for 3 days. He hoped so desperately that this was that pair.

Allen turned his daughter’s panties inside out, and knew for two reasons that these were indeed that pair of panties. One, the smell of his daughter’s dirty pussy, wafted up to his nose, making his cock jump. Two, he was excited to see some brown and yellow stains inside, as well as some crustiness from grool. Truly he had hit the jackpot. Pressing the panties up to his face tightly, Allen began taking deep breaths, filling his nostrils with the stench of his daughter’s unwashed, stinking pussy and asshole. The smells were Heaven to him, and he began pumping his cock with his other hand. He wanted to smell these smells all day, everyday. His little girl looked so sexy, and smelled so sexy.

He pulled the panties away from his face and held it out, making the stains face up. He lowered his head down, with his tongue out, and began licking the stains his daughter left in her panties. He pumped his hand harder on his cock now, turned on so much that he was getting some of the taste from his daughter’s pussy and asshole. He didn’t care how depraved it may be that was licking his daughter’s piss and shit stains, he wanted it all from her, and he would do just about anything imaginable with her.

Allen was close to cumming, and he would often volunteer to do Leah’s laundry for obvious reasons, so he could cum in her panties, as he had done before, and then do a load of laundry. He quickly wrapped the panties around his cock, making sure the crotch area was touching his shaft, and he began stroking with them. He reached down and grabbed her jeans, and put his nose inside them, so he could smell as much of her essence, as he could. After a few minutes Allen’s cock pulsed and he wrapped Leah’s panties around the tip of his cock, so it could catch all of his heavy, thick load. He pumped his cream into his little girl’s panties, and then squeezed his cock to get every drop out. He picked up a few of her clothes, and tossed them into the washing machine, along with her panties filled with daddy cum.

The following Monday, Allen’s wife, who normally picked up their daughter from school, got caught up with a late work meeting, and asked him if he could pick their daughter up from school. Allen eagerly said yes, and went to pick Leah up. When she jumped in the car, Allen saw she was still wearing her gym clothes, which was her last class of the day.

“Baby girl, why are you still wearing your gym clothes? Why didn’t you shower and change?”

Leah looked annoyed.

“The stupid showers are broken, but my PE teacher still made us run outside even though it’s super hot. Such a meanie! I didn’t want to get my regular clothes sweaty, and since I am dripping, I just stayed in my gym shorts, and tank top.”

“God bless the broken showers, and the PE teacher,” Allen thought. Leah’s tank top was white, and she didn’t wear bras yet. That combined with her sweating profusely through her shirt, gave him a good view of her small, perky nipples, poking through her shirt. He only hoped she wouldn’t look down at his lap and see his erection bulging don his pant leg. On the drive home Allen was day dreaming about pulling over and taking his little girl into the back seat, lifting her legs, and eating out her sweat dripping pussy, then taking her virginity with his massive cock. He wanted so badly to hear her squeal while getting her holes stretched by her daddy.

When they got home, Allen told Leah to leave her clothes on the floor outside the bathroom, and that he would wash them. She did as he asked and jumped in the shower. Allen eagerly grabbed her soaked clothes and took them into the laundry room. Leah took long showers, and would go to her room after, plus Allen couldn’t wait to be alone. He began smelling her tank top and gym shorts and underwear. Didn’t take long for him to whip his cock out and start stroking it. He had never had his little girl’s clothes to smell so soon after them being on her sexy little body, and it was better than he imagined. He started sucking the sweat from tunceli escort bayan her tank top, then from her panties. He imagined her pussy tasted so good according to the tastes he got off her panties, but he wished he could know first hand.

Allen continued his rapid fist movements on his cock while picturing fucking his daughter while standing. He had often thought about picking her up and slinging her legs over his shoulders, and holding her by her tiny ass cheeks, and lowering her down onto his cock. He could penetrate her so deep that way, and she was so small and light, it would be easy. He was so lost in pleasure, he didn’t realize how long he had been masturbating in the laundry room. All he knew was he was getting close to cumming, and he was going to shoot it on the floor, then clean up. Suddenly he heard the laundry room door slowly open, but his face was covered with his daughters panties, as he had draped them on his face so he could smell them, while freeing up his other hand to play with his balls. His heart practically burst out of his chest, and he reached up and slowly pulled his daughter’s panties off his face. To his horror, there stood his daughter Leah, wrapped in a towel, her hair still dripping, a look of shock across her face.

“Leah, what are you doing in here?! I was just changing! Ughh…….I……”

Leah just stared at her father for a bit, with uncomfortable silence.

“I…..I forgot to grab clothes to put on after my shower, and most of my clothes are in the dryer, so I came to get some. Daddy, what…….”

Leah looked down to the floor, now unable to make eye contact with her father. She was going to ask her father what he was doing, but she was too weirded out, and so she just said she had to go, and ran up the hall to her bedroom.

Allen couldn’t believe what had just happened. He had been caught masturbating by his daughter, and to make matters worse, he was doing it with her panties on his face. Thoughts raced through his head of his daughter hating him forever, and never wanting to be around him. Her telling her mother what she had seen, and her divorcing him. This was not something he could explain away. He went to his daughter’s room and knocked. Leah’s response came very quickly.

“I want to be alone please.”

Allen wanted to go in and try to talk with her, but he knew now wasn’t the time. She was freaked out, and he didn’t want to make things worse. He went to his room, and thought about how he just ruined his life.

Leah immediately texted her friend Trina, and told her what had happened.

Trina: OMG!!!!!!!! Are you serious!!!!!! You saw your daddy touching himself?!!!!

Leah: Yeah! I walked into the laundry room and he was rubbing it a lot.

Trina: OMG!!!! OMG!!!!! You caught your dad jacking off!!!!

Leah: It gets weirder though…..

Trina: How can it get weirder?!!!! Tell me!!!!

Leah: When I walked in, he had my panties on his face. My dirty panties I had worn to school, and that were super sweaty from not being able to shower after gym class.

Trina: Ewwww!!!! He’s one of those guys!

Leah: What guys?! What are you talking about?!

Trina: There’s guys who like the smell of girl’s vaginas! And to some of them, the smellier, and stinkier, the better! He wanted to smell your panties because they were smelly and sweaty from you!

Leah: But he’s my daddy! Why would he want to smell my stinky vagina?!

Trina: Don’t play stupid! You and I have watched a lot of daddy/daughter porn together, and you’ve told me it’s your favorite kind! They make those because it’s a fantasy for a lot of people. Don’t you think there’s real daughter’s out there who want to fuck their father’s, and father’s who want to fuck their daughter’s? Of course there are! If your dad was my dad I’d fuck him lol!

Leah: Trina! WTF?!

Trina: What?! You know I think your dad is hot! Dad or not I’d fuck him! I bet you would fuck him too, you’re just in denial!

Leah: No I wouldn’t! That’s my daddy!

Trina: Sure ok 😉 Was his dick big?

Trina: You go to get another look? lol

Trina: Hellooooooooooooooo

Trina: You’re either dead, escort tunceli or being a bitch and ignoring me.

Leah: I’m here.

Trina: So answer my question! Is your daddy’s dick big?!

Leah: I guess.

Trina: No guessing! Yes or no?!

Leah: It’s big.

Trina: :)))))) How big?!

Leah: Really big.

Trina: More details bitch! I need to know!

Leah: Bigger than most guys we’ve seen in porn, especially his thickness.

Trina: I’m drooling!!!!! Is it pretty?

Leah: What do you mean pretty?

Trina: You know what I mean! We’ve talked about this a bunch of times, so answer

me bitch!

Leah: Yes it’s pretty. Very pretty. It’s long, thick, veiny, and looks so solid. His cock

head is huge. I’ll admit, it’s the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen. Well it’s the only

cock I’ve seen in person, but it looks better than all the porn guys cocks too.

Trina: Sound’s like you want to suck it lol And I don’t blame you! I want to suck your

daddy’s cock!

Leah: No I don’t! It’s my daddy!

Trina: Anyways liar, did he have big balls?! Tell me his balls were big and hairy!

Leah: Yeah they are huge. Almost like tennis balls. Yes they are pretty hairy.

Trina: Mmmmmm. I wish I was there sucking his big, hairy, daddy balls. You’re so

lucky.

Leah: Shut up! Anyways, I gotta get to bed, I’m tired.

Trina: It’s only 5! It’s not bed time!

Leah: I’m tired anyways, and I gotta go. Ill ttyl

Trina: Ok bitch, but you better have more details about your dad’s hot cock later. ttys 😉

Leah put her phone down, and went and locked her door. She laid back down and closed her eyes. She tried to put what happened out of her mind, but her brain was filled with visions of her dad’s hand sliding up and down his cock. She couldn’t admit it in the moment, but when she had seen her father, it had made her feel tingling in her stomach, and in her vagina. She had seen older men masturbating, and fucking younger girls in videos, but this was the first time she had seen something like that in person, and it didn’t hurt that her dad was attractive man. Now she knew he had a great cock too. Leah slid her hand down the front of her panties, and began to rub her hairless pussy, thoughts of sucking her daddy’s cock filling her brain. Her pussy was already soaked, but she wouldn’t have admitted that to Trina. It may be wrong because it was her daddy, but she couldn’t help how what she had seen had made her feel. She made her self cum 3 times that night, each time imagining her daddy’s cock in her mouth, and in other naughty places too.

The rest of the week went as normal, every day Allen waiting for that bomb to drop, but each day it seemed Leah hadn’t told her mother, and was acting normal around him. He started to feel some relief, but said to himself that his Friday sessions inside his daughter’s room had to stop. He already risked too much. As Friday came, Allen planned to spend the whole night watching his DVR, and he sat on the couch as per usual. His wife and daughter got ready and both headed out as usual. A couple minutes later his daughter Leah came back in.

“Everything ok princess?”

“Yeah daddy, I just forgot something in my room.”

A few minutes later she walked back into the living room and walked right up to her daddy holding a plastic bag. She sat on her daddy’s lap and gave him a big hug. Allen smelled her neck like he normally did, but was surprised when she gave him a kiss on his. She quickly jumped off his lap, and handed him the plastic bag.

“This is for you daddy. Enjoy your night.”

Right after she walked out the door, Allen looked inside the plastic bad, and found a Ziplock bag that had a pair panties inside. There was a sticky note on the outside.

“Wore these all week, and haven’t showered since Monday. Have fun daddy :)!”

Allen couldn’t believe his eyes. Was this really happening?, is what ran through his mind. If he was dreaming, he never wanted to wake up. He held the ziplock up to his nose and slowly slid the lock open. His nostrils were hit with a waft of filthy young pussy. His cock nearly broke the zipper of his jeans, and he quickly pulled it out, burying his face into the panties, and masturbating to the smell of his young daughter’s sweet cunt. Soon those panties were wrapped around his cock, rubbing her juices and discharge all over his veiny shaft. He came so hard, it shot all over the carpet. It was worth it he thought, and pondered what would come next.

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Following his break up with Lydia, Charlie experienced the best weekend of his life. He did not wear clothes once, and Noah only shrugged on a dressing gown to answer the door for takeout deliveries. They lounged together on the sofa watching tv, entwined in each other’s limbs, they made out passionately, and had sex again and again with no intention of doing anything else. He rode Noah’s dick for the first time and revelled in the incredible response that happened in his body. His very bones felt as though they melted into butter, and he leaned into Noah, smelling his masculine addictive scent and felt the relief that he was his, that this was his life now. He was so engrossed in his overpowering and insatiable need for Noah that it wasn’t until Monday morning when he found himself reluctantly back at his desk at work that he remembered Lydia and his idea. Finding her a match.

He spent the next few days trying to get in contact with Matched and browsing the internet for others who may be looking. To much disappointment he saw support groups with hoards of people who had been waiting years for their Match. He couldn’t let that be Lydia. He sent an email to their customer support address but that too proved useless.

Dear Charlie,

I understand your desires to get your friend Matched however there is no time guarantee on Matches due to the nature of the service. Regretfully, we cannot help you in this time. I wish you all the best for you and your new match.

Best wishes,

Sarah

Customer Support

By Thursday, Charlie was desperate. The hope that had buoyed him when he left Lydia’s apartment was evaporating like the air from a deflating balloon. He decided the only thing he could do was to go to Match HQ itself. He didn’t know exactly what he planned to do when he got there, but he had to talk to someone, to explain, and maybe just maybe they could push her up the queue or prioritise her profile or find some match that maybe they had missed.

Of course, the moment he decided this was the moment that his boss pulled him into a long meeting that lasted until 6 o’clock. By the time he got out of the meeting and got across London to Matched HQ, it was nearly 6:45 pm.

He stood outside the big glass doors of Matched HQ and felt the trepidation sliding into his stomach. It was dark inside, and clearly they had long since closed. He sighed, and felt angry tears begin to prick his eyes. He had failed. Again. He knew he could come back tomorrow, but what did he even plan on doing when they were open? Demand they match Lydia immediately? Was that even possible?

Just as he was about to leave he saw a light flick on and movement from inside the building. Someone was there. He only needed one person.

He bounded up the steps two at a time, only stopping when he was right at the glass door, his hands pressed against the glass as he peered inside at the distant figure. He knocked hard on the glass, and saw the figure pause, turning to look at him. In the dark building, it was hard to see who it was, but as he approached, Charlie saw a young man of around the same age as him, with brown hair and startlingly blue eyes. He looked oddly familiar although he couldn’t immediately place why.

The key rattled in the lock and the man opened the door, looking at Charlie with a mix of curiosity and concern in his expression.

“Um.. can I help you with something?” He asked.

“Yes, I need to speak to someone about a Match.”

“Oh,” he said his the concern clearing slightly in his face. “If you’re a customer you should email the help desk if you’re having problems with the-“

“I did that already. It was useless. Please can I just explain?” Charlie begged and the young man glanced behind him at the empty office.

“Alright. What’s up?”

Charlie launched into his explanation, starting with him and Lydia being together and she tricking him into the test until this week where he had chosen Noah and decided he had to find her a match for his relationship with her and his child to have any hope of really working.

The mans expression grew interested as he spoke but he didn’t interrupt, he only listened as Charlie finished his story, feeling slightly out of breath.

The man smiled a little as he asked, “what did you do? When you found out you were matched with a guy?”

Charlie frowned, finding this an odd question after everything he had said, but decided to be honest.

“I ran off and sat on a park bench in the rain for about three hours and then got shitfaced,” he admitted, cringing at the memory of drinking the vodka straight from the bottle. How silly it seemed in retrospect, now he knew what a life with Noah could really feel like.

The mans smile grew and he shrugged, “could have been worse. When I met Damien I fainted.”

The name Damien jogged something in Charlie’s mind. Newspaper articles and tv reports, a magazine spread on a wedding that Lydia had shown him only days before the Matched incident. He realised who the kırşehir escort bayan man before him was. Elliot Green, partner of Damien Parker… now Green had Lydia said? This guy was a celebrity and face of the Matched 2:0 revival story. And here he was pouring out his pathetic story on the steps of Matched when probably all he wanted was to go home.

“I’m so sorry,” Charlie babbled, backing down the steps. “I’ve just realised who- I didn’t mean- I’m sorry I wasted your time.” He reached the street and started a fast walk in the opposite direction.

“Hey,” Elliot called after him, “I think I know how I can help?”

He froze, turning back to look at him. The guy really did have crazy blue eyes, he always wondered if it was just the photos, but even from here he could see them.

“You do?” He asked and Elliot smiled.

“Yeah, come inside.”

As Charlie followed Elliot inside the building he looked around, even with most of the lights off it still looked grand, with a high ceiling and marble floors. It was beautiful. Elliot led them up the stairs and Charlie followed.

“Are you sure it’s ok me being here?” Charlie asked, feeling like an out of place school child.

“Don’t worry about it, Damien’s in a meeting upstairs. Will be at least another half an hour, and I’m just hanging around doing some odd jobs until he’s done. So really you called at the perfect time.”

Elliot opened the door to an office and Charlie saw on the door it read, “Elliot Green, Matching Coordinator”

“So,” Elliot said sitting at his desk and gesturing for Charlie to sit opposite. “I’m going to just explain a little bit about how we make our matches. Some of the stuff I’m telling you is not public knowledge, I’m trusting you to keep this between you and me.”

“Ok. But how do you know you can trust me?”

“Because I think you’re a lot like me. Also because if it gets out I’ll know it was you,” he added but his voice was cheerful and light.

“So this is our Matched database,” he said, turning his screen so that Charlie saw a black background with lots of names and coding. “Can you tell me your name?”

“Charlie, Charlie Thompson.”

Elliot typed his name into a search bar and scanned down a list of names. He found a few that were not me, until eventually a familiar face popped up. A photo from only a year ago, one Lydia particularly liked. She must have chosen it when she made the profile.

“Here we go,” Elliot said. “And this is your match? Noah Hannigan?”

A small line appeared across the screen to another profile, this one featuring Noah, smiling broadly. Charlie felt himself blush involuntarily just at the photo of him. He looked very good. The photo looked like it was at a party, he was wearing a bow tie.

“Yeah, that’s him.”

Elliot smiled slightly, registering the blush on his cheeks but he didn’t comment on it, returning his attention to the screen.

“So you see this here?” He pointed to a number on the screen below the line.

“Yeah, the 93.8%?”

“Yes, that is the magic percentage that we mould our matches on. Every profile has a compatibility check and a percentage produced. Over time these have become very clear: those that match around 98% upwards are your ‘love at first sight’ matches. They don’t even need to talk and they’re head over heels. Super rare. But I’ve seen it. Then after that you get the 95%- 98% approx, they are the ones that fall very quickly, usually one date is all it takes. Then the 90%-95%,” he gave a nod at Charlie, “they too fall quickly but usually there is some sort of obstacle that needs overcoming, in your case that was most likely confronting your sexuality. After that the 82%-90% can take a bit more time, these are the ones who we get calls from usually saying they’re mismatched. But eventually with some sort of compromising or bonding activity they fall and settle things out.”

“You keep saying ‘fall’? What’s that?” Charlie asked.

Elliot smiled, the excitement at his work was evident in his eyes. “The fall is what I named it. The important thing to note here first Charlie is that you do not have just one match like everyone thinks.”

“What?” Charlie frowned.

“You can have dozens of suitable matches, and it is people like me that make the decision on who gets matched with who. Almost always it’s just the highest percentage, but sometimes if it is one of many matches for one and the only match for another we choose a lower percentage for the person with many. But the key thing,” Elliot continued, as Charlie was about to interrupt. “Is the fall. Every match at some point experiences something a bit like a switch. A moment when they suddenly lose interest in everybody else. That’s important because not only do they lose interest in those around them, but also any other matches they could have had. Even those with a higher percentage. I call it the fall because it’s that moment that most people think of as when they fall in love. You follow me?”

“I… escort kırşehir think so,” Charlie frowned. “But how is all this going to help me with Lydia?”

“Can I have her full name?” Elliot asked, and then typed it into the keyboard, scanning the list until he found her profile. “Yes as I suspected, oh… oh interesting,” he muttered.

“What? What is interesting?”

He pointed at the screen, “see she has no matches achieving the 82% mark but this one here is 81.99%.”

“You’re joking. Surely we can just match them up if it’s that close?”

Elliot shook his head, “the company have a clear policy that no matches lower than 82% can be made.”

“But- come on! It’s 0.01%!” Charlie cried in frustration.

“You haven’t heard my idea yet,” Elliot hissed, “and please stop being so loud!”

“Sorry,” Charlie whispered.

“It’s fine. I get it. And I’m sorry but I can’t make this match. But you can.”

“What?”

“Get them together! As much as you can until the fall happens. I reckon it still will it just needs time, and perseverance. There’s no reason why once the fall happens that they won’t shoot right up, people do, it’s amazing how people adapt.”

The way he said it made Charlie think that Elliot seemed to know this personally. And thinking on his own love life, he believed that too.

“Ok, why not right? It’s something.”

Elliot seemed pleased and grabbed a pen and paper scribbling down the guys details from the database.

Just as he handed the note to Charlie there was a knock on the door. Charlie turned to see a tall man with dark features in a pale face appear in the doorway. Damien. For a moment he looked slightly intimidating, but then his eyes softened as he saw Elliot, his whole face seemed to relax a little. It was clear that they were a matched couple.

“All alright?” he said, his voice was low and even.

“Yeah, just helping out Charlie here with a problem but we’re all good now. Hey Charlie,” Elliot said, forcing him to tear his eyes away from the man in the doorway. He scribbled some numbers on a piece of paper. “Text me, let me know how it goes.”

Then Elliot stood grabbing his bag and walked to Damien who raised an eyebrow at him, but Elliot just ignored it, grabbing his hand and pulling him through the office door. Charlie followed, feeling a little starstruck. When they were finally outside Elliot locked the door and turned to Charlie.

“Good luck. I look forward to hearing alll about it,” he smiled, and he walked away with Damien beside him. Charlie watched as he slipped his hand into Damien’s and as they reached their car the affectionate kiss before Damien opened Elliot’s door for him.

It made him miss Noah. He reached out his phone and texted, “where r u?x”

“Still at office. Meet me? X” the response came back immediately.

“Coming x”

Charlie heard the door buzz as Noah let him into the Hannigan Law building. He looked around at the second office building he had been in this evening. Unlike Matched, Hannigan Law was in an old Victorian building, with rich carpets and chandeliers. There were paintings on the walls and it had the extravagant air of old money, it smelled comforting, sort of like an old library.

He walked up the stairs, his hand trailing up the dark wooden bannister and found Noah’s office door marked by a smart bronze name tag. Before he could reach it, Noah pulled it open and he felt the familiar exhilarated rush that he always felt when he saw him. He was dressed in a shirt and trousers that fitted his body perfectly. His eyes glittered behind a pair of tortoise shell rimmed glasses.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses,” Charlie grinned as he walked in through the open door of the office.

“Oh,” Noah reached for the glasses, taking them off and rubbing his eyes tiredly, the door swinging closed behind them. “Reading glasses, I don’t wear them as much as I should.”

“You should wear them more, they’re sexy,” Charlie teased, pushing him into the closed door, taking the glasses and putting them back on.

Noah chuckled, “are they?”

“Yeah like smart sexy vibe.”

Noah kissed him softly and Charlie could feel the laughter on his lips, then he put his head back against the door sighing.

“It’s been a horrendous day,” he said, and then wrapped his arms around Charlie tighter, pulling him into his chest and burying his face into his hair. “But this is making me feel a lot better.”

Charlie said nothing, enjoying the feeling of Noah. He could hear his heart beating steadily in his chest against his ear, his breath in his hair. It was so soothing.

“Why so bad?” Charlie asked and Noah made a grumbling noise into his hair.

“I don’t want to talk about work right now. It’s all fine it’s just, complex clients and too much paperwork. How was your day?”

“Well actually, pretty awesome.”

Noah pulled away so he could look him in the eyes, his face amused and curious.

“Tell kırşehir escort me more,” he said.

“Well I met Elliot and Damien Green.”

“What? As in the Matched super couple?! Are you kidding? How?”

He told Noah the story as Noah poured them drinks, settling on the leather sofa together. When he finally finished Noah whistled.

“Wow, and you’ve just casually got his number?”

“Yep,” Charlie said gleefully.

“Jeez… So tell me about Lydia’s off the books match!” Noah asked and Charlie dug in his pocket for the note.

“His name is Ricky Webster, and he says he’s a painter decorator from Sutton.”

“Oh well we gotta book him then. Book him to do some work and make sure Lydia is in the building. First meeting sorted.”

So it was, that a few days later Ricky Webster was walking up the path to Alice’s front door. Charlie nudged Noah as they watched from an upstairs window.

“Look, that’ll be him!”

“Should I be concerned that you’re so excited by the sight of other men?” Noah teased, as he too stretched his neck to get a better look at the man walking up the path. From the upper window, they could see he was a stocky build, slightly shorter than Charlie, with dark black hair, facial hair and olive skin.

“Well he looks nothing like you, is that a good thing or a bad thing do you reckon?” Noah asked and Charlie shushed him as if Ricky would hear them even though he was well out of earshot and on the other side of the glass. They went down the stairs and watched as Alice opened the door to Ricky.

“Hey,” the low voice said. Ricky was dressed casually in work clothes with a tool belt around his waist and a backpack slung over one shoulder. “Ricky. Here to look at your kitchen?”

“Yes, hi, come in! Um these are a couple of friends of mine, Noah and Charlie.”

“Hi,” Charlie blurted out and Ricky gave him a short nod. He felt excited as he looked at the man who he was going to set up with the ex and the mother of his child. As this thought came his excitement dropped a little.

“You okay there buddy?” Ricky asked his thick dark eyebrows raised at Charlie’s fixed smile and staring. Noah nudged him hard in the ribs.

“What? Oh, um I just thought you looked like someone I know. Do you have any siblings?” He asked innocently.

“Just a sister so I doubt it’s that.”

“Ah a sister, nice… any kids?”

“Okay,” Noah interrupted loudly “we’re just leaving,” Noah didn’t wait for Ricky’s response, pushing Charlie hard towards the door.

Alice opened the door for them and as they stepped outside whispered quickly, “Lydia will be here in fifteen minutes. I will get them chatting!”

She slammed the door and Charlie looked at Noah, “what did you think?”

“Hard to know… seems decent, not bad looking. Guess we will see how Alice’s kitchen turns out.”

“I wish I could be there when Lydia meets him,” he sighed.

“Oh sure because nothing gets you in the romantic mood like your ex and his new boyfriend.”

“Good point.”

Much to Charlie’s disappointment, there was no glorious romantic meeting between Ricky and Lydia. Despite Alice shoving her in the kitchen to force small talk, as she explained to Charlie on the phone, neither showed much interest in the other.

“I think she’s just a bit sad and he was working,” Alice mused. “So I was thinking, maybe I throw a birthday party and invite him? It’s my birthday in a month!”

“Yes yes yes,” Charlie grinned. “Brilliant idea!”

He was still smiling in renewed excitement as they got into the car and drove back to Noah’s, having hung around the local shops for most of the day in anxious curiosity.

“So this party, will I be invited?” Noah asked curiously and Charlie scoffed.

“Yeah obviously you will!”

“Even with Lydia as the star guest?”

Charlie paused, “It’ll have been a month and a bit by then, I guess we just have to see what happens?”

Noah nodded, thinking quietly for a moment. He pulled to a stop at a traffic light and turned to look at Charlie, his eyes narrowed with the curious amusement that made his eyes shimmer. Charlie loved that look, it made his skin shiver delightfully.

“So it will also be our first large gathering as a couple with your friends? I assume other friends of yours will be there?”

Charlie considered this, his closest friend was Ben. He was unlikely to attend Alice’s party although he thought she probably would invite him still. But there were others there, old university flat mates and course mates who they had shared when they had all attended together a few years back. The sort of people who did not know about Noah yet, or maybe even that he had left Lydia.

“Not really friends so much now, but yeah I guess so,” he said, his stomach tightening at the judgement he would likely receive.

“It might be easier if I stay home, you can go and not-“

“No.”

Charlie was surprised by the assertive tone of his voice as he interrupted Noah. But one thing was for sure, the only thing worse than walking in to the party hand in hand with Noah, his male match, was walking into the party alone. Besides, he didn’t want to start their relationship off with secrets.

Noah smiled slightly and nodded, “ok. I’ll come then. It’s settled.”

They pulled up at the house and headed inside.

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SARAH’S STORIES- BABY MAKING THREESOMEHi, I’m Sarah, married to Ted who has posted several Tales of our exploits, with my permission of course, however with me having lots of time on my hands, due to the current situation, I thought I would start telling a few of my own and compile a “Sarah’s Stories” series. Obviously these will be written with Ted’s permission and a little help. Enjoy!!xThis story is a direct follow on from :https://xhamster.com/stories/sarahs-stories-a-very-sexy-massage-10006290So the last night of our holiday had arrived and my pussy had just about gotten over the fucking I had received from Lewis a few days earlier: https://xhamster.com/stories/sarahs-stories-a-very-sexy-massage-10006290. We had eaten a large and rather boozy lunch so dispensed the need for a full evening meal and I was now sitting in a bath full of bubbles awaiting the arrival of Lewis and his friend Mike, whom I had met a couple of days earlier by the pool when they had come over to confirm the arrangements or our meeting. During my previous meeting with Lewis he had declared his desire to “give me a baby” and although my biology meant this would never happen the thought of it had really turned me on so after discussing it with Ted I had decided to play on this scenario, hence I had agreed to have two guys visit me to ensure good seeding on the last night of my holiday.Considering the rather painful experience of taking Lewis’s huge cock a few days earlier I did have some reservations about having two guys and I had agreed a safe word with Ted, who was going to be present this time,to be used if I actually wanted events to stop. Ted handed me another glass of champagne just as the doorbell rang and and butterflies hit my stomach. Ted told me to finish my champagne and join them all in the bedroom when I was ready.Maybe 10 minutes later after finishing my drink, drying off and rubbing a good amount of lube into my pussy I wrapped a towel around me and wander into the bedroom. Lewis and mike were standing at the end of bursa escort the bed talking to Ted both playing with their incredibly big cocks, Mike’s was a little shorter than Lewis’s 12 inch monster but a little thicker and his balls were much bigger.As I wandered towards them Ted walked towards me and told me he had briefed the guys on the safe word but given then clear instructions to treat me roughly and ignore anything I said other than the safe word then he wandered out onto the balcony with his drink to let us get started. I walked over to the two guys and stroked both their hard cocks then cupped their balls and told them I hoped there was lots of baby juice in there for me. Lewis laughed and pulled at my towel letting it fall to the floor as they gripped a breast each and began sucking hard on my nipples.Clearly Ted had briefed them on how to treat me and they weren’t wasting any time. Lewis sat me down on the edge of the bed and Mike knelt between my legs where he started to finger my pussy and Lewis thrust his cock into my mouth and began to face fuck me, making me gag on his long cock.Both my mouth and pussy were dripping with all the thrusting going on and a minute of so later the guys stopped and manoeuvred me onto the bed so I was lay on my side. Mike lay down beside me with his cock in front of my face and urged me to start sucking him whilst Lewis had lay behind me and I felt his hand lifting my top leg up as he slid his pelvis in behind my bottom.As I sucked greedily on Mike’s cock, which had grown to a massive girth, I felt Lewis probing my pussy with cock, rubbing it up and down my slit a few times before sliding it into me. The fact he entered me in this position meant it wasn’t as deep as it had been the previous meeting and I loved the feeling of his hips slamming against my buttocks as he began to pound me hard.Lewis sped up and was pounding me that hard it was shoving my head forward onto Mike’s cock and making me gag. I was just at the point of pulling bursa escort bayan my mouth off his cock when I felt Lewis’s hand grip my hip hard and he rammed his cock into me letting out a loud grunt before he trembled as his cock twitched several times as he deposited his seed in me.The sound of him filling me with cum must have excited Mike somewhat because his cock started to leak pre cum into my mouth as I sucked on his big bell end. Mike rolled away from me and got onto his knees. He rolled me onto my back then gripped my ankles as he positioned himself between my legs then almost without pausing he slid into me.The extra girth of him was noticeably uncomfortable as he pumped away whilst he leant forward and pulled on my nipples heightening my arousal. Mike fucked me so hard I closed my eyes and began of float away on a heady cloud of arousal. I was breathing hard, open mouthed and I felt Lewis’s hand on my head.I opened my eyes to see he was kneeling directly behind my head and was dangling his, still sticky, semi erect cock against my lips. As I sucked it in I tasted a mix of both our juices on it. Although I was enjoying the taste of Lewis’s cock in my mouth my orgasm was fast approaching and I felt the need to breath deep so briefly pushed him away only seconds before mike buried his cock in me to the hilt and ground against my clitoris which put me over the edge and my orgasm surged through me.Mike carried on grinding against my clit which was ultra sensitive and my orgasmic shudder seemed to go on for ever until I heard him grunt and tense as he let his cum go inside me. We both lay there locked together for a few seconds until things started to ebb away and Mike relaxed, paused for a few seconds then withdrew from me.Once the sexual high of my orgasm faded the throbbing in my stretched pussy was immense and I rolled onto my side, drawing my knees up and lay there recovering a little. However it wasn’t long before Lewis had different ideas and he grabbed escort bursa hold of my hips, lifting and rolling me slightly so I ended up on all fours.Lewis had clearly gotten hard again and was intent on fulfilling his wish of giving me a baby. I felt the head of his cock press against my pussy lips and before I even had time to dread what I knew was coming he was deep in me. Even with two loads go cum and some lube my pussy felt so tight around his cock as he thrust it deeply into me.Lewis gripped my hips and fucked me so hard, fast and deep it made me wince each time he penetrated deep inside me. I wasn’t sure how much I could take and cried out “Oh god it’s too much, too big, I can’t take it. All this did was spur on Lewis to go harder and faster. His fingers were hurting as they dug into my ribs then once again the pain morphed into a heady sexual high and I found myself begging for it harder and deeper, asking him to seed me deeply. Lewis fucked me harder and harder, I gripped the sheets and buried my face in them to muffle my shrieks. My pussy was throbbing, every inch of my body on fire I couldn’t breath and lifted my head sucking in the air as my body went into spasm and shook as I had a mighty orgasm. Lewis continued thrusting as my orgasm coursed on and then he pushed his cock fully home with a final grunt as he pumped his seed into me.Lewis kept his cock forced deep in me as he spurted his cum, eventually pulling out of me and letting me slump down onto the bed on my stomach breathing hard and my heart almost beating it’s way out of my chest. As I started to come down from my orgasmic high my pussy throbbed so much it hurt. I felt sore and sexually used and closed my eyes willing the pain away. What seemed like a couple of minutes later I felt a hand run down my back and onto my hip then pull against me to turn me over. “No more!” I groaned as I reluctantly rolled onto my back to see it was Ted standing over me. Mike and Lewis had gone and Ted told me he had done me a bath. Ted brought some drinks and we slid into the warm soapy water and he asked me how I was. I had a little chuckle and told him they must have really been trying to get me pregnant. The feeling of the warm water around my pussy was soothing but I have to say the flight home the next day was a little uncomfortable…..

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My Wife and Slut Katie, I love youMy Wife and Slut Katie, I love youIt was a Saturday night my wife and I had finished eating dinner when she told me her girlfriend Patricia was coming over to pick her up so they could do a little shopping together before going to get a coffee to talk a bit and they would be back about 9 o’clock. About half past six when Patricia showed up and we invited her in were we talked for several minutes before they both left. I myself went ahead finished cleaning up the kitchen along with the dishes before I turned on the television finding a movie to watch which kept my attention. But when it was over and looking at the clock it was already 9:30 and my wife Katie had not gotten back yet and this made me a little worried. I decided to sent her a text to see that everything was ok. A minute of two later I received back a text from her which read, “I am fine baby be home in a little while”. I texted “Ok” and didn’t worry anymore as I started watching another program for awhile until I had to take the dog out to do his business. Getting back in I decided to get ready for bed and needed a shower so I turned the lights off in the rest of the house and went into the bedroom thinking Katie should be home any minute and she would be ready for bed too. My shower was long and when I finished I came out and glanced at the clock and it was 10:50 and Katie was still not home. Picking up my phone I could see she had texted me 10 minutes earlier saying “Be home soon I love you”. I didn’t respond this time back but just laid there waiting for her since she said soon but I ended up falling asleep.The next thing that happened was Katie was waking me up and not looking at her right away but rubbing my eyes saying, “did you have a good time”. But now looking at her face it had a seductive look to it and she was horny as she began to unbutton her blouse for me and to my surprise there was no bra and she was wearing one when she left. I was really not expecting such a mood from her after just shopping. Then looking to see the time on the clock it was well after 2 am now to my surprise as she began to massage her tits for a moment or too when she did something that got my dick’s attention. Now I have to tell you all I am a huge lover of eating pussy, I eat my wife almost everyday, I simply cant get enough of it and she of course is thrilled I love to do it. Sometimes when my wife is sitting on the couch or even when we have been alone out hiking I let her know I want it and she will remove her panties letting me between those legs of hers. We actually have been caught a couple of times which really excites Katie. Once while out I was sure no one was around she was bent over and I was licking her pussy and ass and didn’t even know until later when she told me a guy was watching us. Katie said she just smiled at him and he smiled back at her while I didn’t even know what was happening. I love it when its dirty, wet and sweaty or filled with my cum it eskişehir escort turns me on a lot smelling her hot scent when I lick it out and she finds it really hot too.Now Katie knew exactly what she was doing as she stepped out of her skirt, those panties of hers had a large dark wet stain in the crotch. My mouth was watering from seeing that and she knew I would be turned on and anxious to lick her. She climbed on top of me so horny kissing me with our tongues together in such a wet kiss. We kissed for what as a very very long and passionate kiss. When that kiss was broke she looked into my eyes and said in such a sexy voice,” Baby I want that tongue of yours deep in my pussy, Ive been so fucking horny tonight”. It was then she rolled off of me onto her back and spread her legs as I moved over to get between them. Clearly now I could see how wet she was, those panties of hers were just soaked with her juice. Reaching under that sexy smooth ass of hers and pulling them down and off her beautiful legs and dropping those wet things beside me on the bed as I was going to really enjoy getting in that hairy wet pussy both ways that night. With her legs spread wide she was rubbing her clit and as I looked closer among the thick mussed black hair which surrounds her slit to become somewhat stunned for a moment as I saw cum mingled amongst that hair even tricking out of her down to the darker toned skin of her asshole. Fuck! came from my mouth as I looked at her and she from hearing my reaction became even more excited through her eyes from hearing that and seeing my dick so hard for her discovering it down there. Her face had a wicked smiled as she said, “is it dirty enough for you baby” and wasting no time I went down on it pressing my mouth into that hairy pussy sliding my tongue deep into that slit licking for what was in there. Working my tongue in and out and also down to her ass as she with both hands cupped my head running her fingers through my hair while slowly pumping her hips into me as it became more forceful, faster and her breathing deeper and heavy. My tongue was working its magic because it didn’t take Katie long as her hands were pulling at me with the grinding of her pussy in my mouth. It became so damn intense until she had a very hard orgasm. Small quirts came from her while crying out made her body ridged and shake while doing it. But I was not going to stop yet as my continued licking and was determined to bring her back to another because I love this kind of thing. My continued licking of that hairy mess deeply and with the clit playing had her breathing heavy again as she said to me in a deep rapid pant, “you love my dirty pussy don’t you baby, Oooohhhh! make me cum, fuck your slut”. Damn never before had I seen my wife like this in our short time together it was like she was on a d**g. She was going to cum again alright and I was going to make sure of that before I fucked her and knowing eskişehir escort bayan she was close I throughly licked at her waiting for squirts again with my mouth ready. Katie was grinding again that cunt into me as her clit was flicked and lightly running my lower teeth across it while my mouth surrounded that swollen thing when I began pushing my finger into her asshole which caused a climactic loud continuous moan from her with me only taking just a few strokes in and out she came again so hard her juices squirted out with me getting most it in my mouth and some on my face.My wife had a second orgasm but how many had she while out tonight. Just how many times had that pussy been fucked I didn’t know but with all that cum it must have been quite a few, but now it was going to be my turn to cum inside that slut. Katie laid there eyes closed still breathing deeply as I slipped off my shorts and got between her legs and slide my dick up inside of her with such ease knowing instantly her pussy had been stretched from the fucking she gotten while out because it didn’t feel the same to me. “Oh yeah” came from her lips as my hard dick moved in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around mine asking me, “is that pussy good and dirty for you baby”. Damn I slammed into her hard from her saying that to me making Katie groan.“You’ve been a fucking slut tonight haven’t baby” I said to her. She just only breathed hard and groaned again but didn’t say as I hit it hard a second time. “Somebody’s been fucking that pussy of yours tonight haven’t they baby”, “Yeah baby”, she said. “And you sucked that hard dick of his too didn’t you”, “Yeah baby” she replied through her moaning. I fucked her slamming my dick into her fast and very hard just thinking about what she’d been doing while I was here at home and her telling me what she did amplified it more that I wouldn’t be able to keep it up long and would have to cum. I was down on her as she had her arms around me moaning in my ear before saying, “Oh baby my pussy’s been fucked so many times tonight, “give me that cum of yours, fuck me like they did.” Oh fuck! came from my mouth, “they” she had said. So extremely turned on from her telling me that there was no way I could have lasted any longer and I began to cum hard inside that hairy pussy of hers. I kept pumping it in her shooting my cum up inside and it felt as if I was straining my balls while doing until I couldn’t pump any more. After dumping my load I laid there on top of her and saying in her ear “You are such a fucking slut”, through my heavy breath after I gave all of it to her. “ Isn’t what you wanted baby, you love don’t you? She knew the moment to say that because I just had to tell her “I do you dirty slut”, as we both looked at each other bringing a smile to our faces, then a kiss.While we kissed and I lay between her legs my dick still inside of her but even though I had cummed in that pussy I had not gone escort eskişehir totally limp and soon began moving my hips and sliding it in and out because she was still turning me on by saying “baby you love fucking slut’s don’t you, fucking my dirty pussy”. “You know I do you nasty slut, you planned this didn’t you”. “No baby” she said while moaning slightly as I kept the motion up til my dick was pretty firm and now I was going to put it in that other hole of hers. I pulled out of that we’ll fucked pussy and repositioned it to her asshole when looking into her face, “slut you were made for fucking”. “Oh yeah baby give it to me in my ass”. Pushing it in she groaned from it and taking her legs I pushed them back while moving on top of her having her heels touching each of my shoulder blades. Now I was fucking that ass of hers too as she moved her head side to side with her eyes tightly closed “Did they fuck that ass to slut, did you give up this ass of yours”. “Yeah! they fucked my ass too”. So they!…… been pounding that asshole of yours huh slut. “Yeah yeah” she said as I was now fucking it too and she excited as I shoved it in between those cheeks.I was driving it hard in her ass and going to make her squirt as much as I could, but while fucking her I began to talk shit to her. “You love that dick don’t you slut”, “Yes!”, “You love sucking it don’t you, that big dick cumming in your mouth, don’t you” .”Yes!”, “They fucked that pussy full cum didn’t they slut. “Yes!”. “Yeah I know they did you slut”, they fucked you in your ass and pussy didn’t they, they doubled down on you slut didn’t they. She didn’t answer but just moaned. Come one slut tell me, they fucked both your dirty holes at the same time didn’t they”. A big “Yes!!!”, yeah they did”. “Cum on your face and tits, shoot it on your ass” she was crying out now telling me “Yes” over and over. Fuck she was so excited and so was I, it sounded like she was on the verge of tears when she came and I could feel her squirting, the warm wet feeling between our bodies. Damn I couldn’t take it myself anymore as I felt it in my balls and my dick exploded shooting it in her ass and she couldn’t do anything but just cry from the fucking pleasure of my dick in her.I pulled my cock out it dripping leaving cum over her down there. Of course I got down down and licked it up and Katie didn’t move. She was done for the night from all the fucking she did. After finishing my fucking of her I laid down and resting a few minutes when Katie turned over on her side away from me. Looking at her sweet ass and squeezing what I just fucked, this was undoubtably the best sex I had ever had with my wife. I rested a bit before shifting my body, “What the fuck!”, something was under me. Reaching under myself retrieving Katies panties I had dropped before we started. Holding them in my hands they were soaked and so was our fucking bed now. They had a strong scent and looking into the cotton crotch of them it was fill of cum. I mean it looked like several guys would have dumped in it. Damn bitch!, you were busy tonight I said to her as she slept. I wondered about Patricia too had she done the same, laying there with those panties in my hand and I got to thinking about our marriage and last weekend on how my words to my wife had made this happen.

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Whores, Strippers, and Prostitutes

Dolly lives with her adult son, Hank, her mother, Loretta, and her grandmother, Rose. Keeping it all in the family, they all have sex with 22-year-old Hank.

Author’s Warning:

This story has graphic, consensual, sexual scenes of incestuous sex between a mother and son, a grandmother and grandson, and a great grandmother and great grandson. If incestuous sex bothers you, please don’t read this story. Please read another story.

Author’s Note:

I write stories for your sexual enjoyment for free. The least that you can do is to vote, leave a comment, and/or e-mail me your thoughts. The only readers who vote all the time, every time, are those mentally disturbed people who give a one vote to every and all stories without even reading the story.

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In case you are unaware what it takes to write a professional story, it takes about 90 hours over 2 to 3 weeks to visualize, create, write, read, edit, rewrite, reread, and reedit a story over and again before submitting the story.

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Now, if you’re looking to masturbate while reading this story, please read a different story. Even though they’ll be plenty of incestuous sex in this story, perhaps, not enough for you, but I don’t write pornography, I write erotica. More fact than fiction, I write true stories with plot, dialogue, description, imagery, and tension.

Please don’t be nasty and down vote my story when you leave to read a different story. I’m only giving you a heads-up so that you don’t waste your time reading a story that doesn’t interest you.

Thank you, stay safe, keep a 6′ distance from people, and wash your hands. I pray for all those who have the Coronavirus. God bless you.

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Whores, Strippers, and Prostitutes

As told me by Hank for me to write, this is a true story about his mother, Dolly, his grandmother, Loretta, and his great grandmother, Rose.

Introduction:

“Whore!”

Many people have called my mother a whore, especially women, especially jealous women. Yet, not offended by mere names and labels, my mother, Dolly, is, indeed, a whore. Rather than feeling shame for being a whore, she shrugs and laughs at their insults. If anything, her choice, she likes being a whore.

She’s proud to be a whore. Not only was she a whore, still is a whore, and will always be a whore but also, she worked downtown as a stripper. I don’t know about you but I don’t know of any strippers who aren’t whores. I’m proud to write that my whore of a MILF of a mother had the sexy and shapely body, and still has the sexy and shapely body, to be a stripper and an in-demand whore.

Seriously, think about it. With most mothers short, obese, and out of shape, how many sons can say that their mothers have a good enough of a body to be a stripper? Can you envision your small breasted and/or fat assed mother stripping off her clothes while dancing around a pole as horny, cheering men throw dollar bills at her feet and tuck them in her G-string? Sadly, and the undeniable truth, once most women are married with children, no longer having the time and money that they had to primp and pamper themselves when dating, too many mothers let themselves go.

True, many wives can say the same thing about their husbands. Once they’re married, no longer taking pride in their appearance and never dressing up again, they wear jeans, flannel shirts, and baseball caps. Once they’re married, they may not shower and/or shave every day. Once their married, they eat whatever they want and drink as much as they want. In the same way that women pack on the weight and don’t exercise, done with all of that now that they’re married with kids, men pack on the weight and don’t exercise either.

‘Fat, fat, fat, unless they’re single and looking for a partner for sex everyone is fat. With everyone having donuts for breakfast, fast food for lunch, and pizza or Chinese food for dinner, seemingly, everyone is fat. They work all day and, forget about exercising, they flop themselves on the couch and watch TV all night. Except for my MILF of a mother, my GILF of a grandmother, and my GGILF of a great grandmother most women are fat,’ I thought while staring at my sexy Mom, my shapely grandmother, and my attractive, great grandmother.

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Yet, unless women have career type jobs and are making good money, men support women to stay at home with their children. Granted, that’s not an easy job and most times a thankless job to do but men pay women to do that. Just as giving men sex whenever they kırşehir escort want and as much as they want, staying at home cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, running errands, and taking care of the kids is their job.

For men to continue working and earn more money, women must do their jobs. They signed on for that when they vowed to love, honor, and obey. I know that it’s a sexist thing for me to write but it’s the truth. Sometimes, the truth can be an eyeopener and an awakening that will set you free.

Unfortunately, whether it’s the man or the woman looking to stray, now that they’re no longer naively blinded by love, how dare they go back on their marriage vows? Legally binding, a contract is a contract. Until death do they part, they stood before God, their family, and their friends to swear their forever love for one another and to one another. The same advice that applies to football players, applies to housewives and to husbands. Quoting coach Bill Belichick of the New England Patriots, “Just do your job.”

No longer wearing makeup, doing their hair, and infrequently shaving their legs and other areas, many married women no longer care about their physical appearance in the way that they did when they were dating and trying to hook a man. Instead of wearing a sexy, pretty dress, they wear sweatshirts, sweatpants, and sneakers. Instead of wearing a short, sheer, low-cut, and sexy nightgown to bed they’re covered in long, flannel, granny nightgowns or flannel pajamas from head to toe. They may as well wear a sign around their neck that reads, ‘My pussy and my mouth are closed. No sex tonight or any night.’

Seriously, with them looking frumpy instead of sexy, who wants to have sex with them? Is it any wonder why so very men cheat on their wives? If married women with children took the same pride in their appearance as they once did when they were dating and trying to trap a man into supporting them for the rest of their lives, life would be so different. If married women still looked hot for their husbands, there’d no longer be the need for strip clubs, prostitution, and porn. Everything that men sexually wanted would already be waiting for them in their bedrooms.

“Why go out for hamburger when I have steak at home,” said the late, great Paul Newman about his wife, Joanne Woodward?

# # #

Yet, once women have babies, too many women no longer have sex. Once they’re done dating your ass and marrying your ass, too many women no longer give blowjobs. Forget about them wanting a cum bath, forget about them swallowing your cum, too many women no longer suck cock. Sexless wives are why ‘the other’ women make their living prostituting themselves and having paid for sex with your husbands. Sexless wives and cheating husbands, along with money issues, are the main reasons for failed marriages and divorce.

Admittedly, even though I write this stuff, I wouldn’t have an audience if you didn’t read this stuff. Think about it. How would you feel if your wife stared at naked, erect pricks in the way that you stare at big, naked breasts? How would you feel if your wife sexually commented on other men in the way that you always sexually comment on other women? How would you feel if your wife sexually lusted over other men in the way that you sexually lusted over other women?

No longer present in your sexual relationships, you’re sexually thinking of someone else when you should be thinking of her. Even when you’re having sex with your wife, you’re thinking about having sex with her mother, her sister, your mother, or your sister. Even when your wife is stroking your cock while sucking your cock, you’re thinking about your neighbor, your co-worker, her best friend, or some hot celebrity stroking your cock while sucking your cock. What’s wrong with you? Is it any wonder why your wife no longer wants to blow you?

Think about it because it’s true but did you know that reading and/or watching porn is akin to cheating on your wife. Whether she’s someone you see on the street, neighbors, co-workers, or relatives, you’re taking time and your feelings away from your woman by lusting over another woman. How dare you? What’s wrong with you to cheat on your wife and the mother of your children, whether physically or in your heart and in your mind? That’s just nasty. You’re nasty.

With you no longer physically, mentally, and emotionally there in your sexual relationship, is it any wonder why your wife no longer doesn’t want to have sex with you? Duh? What the Hell are you thinking? Your differences are just as much your fault as it is her fault. It takes two to ruin a relationship.

After you read this story and all of my stories, I want you to turn off your computer until next Saturday when I post another story. I want you to make out with your wife as if she’s a porn star while stripping her naked. I want you to lick her pussy while fingering her pussy. I want you to give your wife a sexually orgasm with your fingers and your tongue.

Then, not nearly done there, kırşehir escort bayan I want you to make love to your wife before fucking her hard and fast enough for her to cum. Maybe then, she’ll take your in her mouth again. Maybe then, she’ll not only suck your cock but also will allow you to cum in her mouth and even allow you to give her a cum bath.

“Good luck and you’re welcome for me saving your marriage.”

# # #

Whores, Strippers, and Prostitutes

A loving son not only has incestuous sex with his mother but also, he has incestuous sex with his grandmother and great grandmother.

Author’s Note:

This is a true story as told to me by Hank, not Henry nor Harry but Hank, just Hank. He was named after Hank Williams, the country music legend from the late 40’s and early 50′. His forty-one-year-old mother, Dolly, aka Cherry, Kitty, and Bambi, named after Dolly Parton, loved country/western music, too. With her dyed, blonde hair, her pretty face, and her double D, bra cup breasts, she resembled a taller and younger version of Dolly Parton, especially when she was singing and playing her guitar.

Dolly’s mother, Hank’s grandmother, Loretta, aka Bunny, Cashmere, and Diamond was named after Loretta Lynn and loved country-western music, too. Like mother, like daughter, Loretta had a pair of double D breasts, too. Big breasted women ran in their family as all of the women were either a D cup or a double D cup.

A musical family, when they weren’t stripping off their clothes while dancing around a pole, they played music and sang together. Dolly played the fiddle, the guitar, the banjo, and the mandolin. Loretta played the accordion and the piano while singing. Rose played the mouth organ when not singing. Sometimes, to earn a few extra dollars, when not stripping, resplendent with color coordinated cowgirl hats and boots, they’d play for weddings and special event gatherings at the VFW while wearing their sexiest, country-western outfits.

If only the men that they musically entertained knew that they were all whores, strippers, and prostitutes, wouldn’t they be surprised? If they all knew that they were all whores, strippers and prostitutes, instead of having them entertain them musically, they’d want the women to entertain them sexually. They’d gladly install a pole for them to dance around while stripping off their clothes. Instead of playing their musical instruments while singing, they’d much rather have the women play their sexual instruments while sucking and fucking.

A family tradition, Dolly’s fifty-nine-year-old mother, Loretta, worked as a stripper in the late 80’s. Dolly’s grandmother, seventy-six-year-old Rose, aka Feathers, Bubbles, and Silky worked as a stripper in the late 60’s to earn her living, too. Another family tradition, just out of high school, Dolly, Loretta, and Rose were all pregnant by their 18th birthdays. With Dolly not knowing who the father was, with the help of her mother and grandmother, they raised Hank, her baby, on their own.

# # #

Unlike many of my friends’ mothers, my mother was the definition of MILF, a mother that I’d like to fuck. Actually, unlike many sons who sexually fantasized of having sex with their mothers, I have fucked her many times and hope to continue to fuck her forever. Sexy and shapely, she never left the house without looking like a million dollars. A real, head turner, every man would turn to look, stare, and ogle her as she walked by them on the street. A real, sexy mama, every woman would give her looks of envy while wishing that they looked like her.

Retired now, she made good money stripping. She’d earn much more money posing topless while wearing her G-string, than she’d earn working as a hostess at a restaurant. She’d earn much more money undressing herself while dancing than she’d earn as a private secretary for a man who ogled her and copped cheap, desperate, and inappropriate, sexual feels of her sexy and shapely body. Unembarrassed and unashamed, she earned extra money on the side prostituting herself and sucking and fucking cocks at private parties.

“I’m tired, Hank,” said my mother coming home from work and kicking off her high heels. “My back hurts and my shoulders are sore. Do me a favor, Sweetie. Massage my aching back and my sore shoulders.”

Fortunately, for me, once a stripper always a stripper, as if she was still stripping on stage, she’d stand, turn to face me, and seductively stare at me. Unembarrassed and unashamed, as if I was a customer holding a fistful of dollar bills and this was my first time seeing my mother in her big, white, low-cut, and sexy brassiere, she’d slowly unbutton and remove her blouse. Then, reaching around herself while sexily teasing me, she’d slowly remove her bra in front of me while I stared at her big, double D cup, naked breasts.

‘The obvious benefits of being a stripper’s son, I love my mother’s big tits,’ I thought.

She’d move to the couch to lay on her stomach for me to give her a deep tissue, back and shoulder escort kırşehir massage. Obediently obeying her by giving my mother what she wanted and needed, I massaged her naked back and shoulders. When she lay on her stomach, her big tits stuck out from both sides of her. Unable to resist while massaging her back, but controlling myself from reaching beneath her to finger her big, erect nipples, I groped and felt the sides of her exposed, naked breasts.

“My knees hurt. I’ve been on my knees all night,” she’d say with a dirty laugh, no doubt from all of the blowjobs that she gave in the VIP room. “Put some of that heat ointment on my knees, too,” she said turning on her back and pushing her feet back to raise her knees.

When she raised her knees, the hem of her short skirt fell all the way back to expose her bright, white, panty clad pussy. In the way that I stared at my mother’s naked breasts, I stared at her panties. I loved seeing her panties as much as I love seeing her naked tits. After massaging her back and shoulders, and rubbing ointment on her knees, I was tempted to rub my mother’s pussy through her panties.

As if I was massaging her naked ass, which I’ve done many times, I lovingly applied soothing ointment to her knees. Never tiring of seeing my mother’s naked breasts, I paid special attention to her big tits. After she moved from her stomach to her back for me to apply some heat ointment to her knees, as my special treat for giving her a back massage, she’d allow me to have my wicked, sexual way with her naked breasts. She’d allow me to touch them, feel them, and fondle her big breasts.

More than any other woman’s tits, I truly loved my mother’s big tits. An admitted big, breast lover, all the women in my family have big tits. I touched, felt, and fondled my mother’s tits as if I had never groped her tits before. Then, when she closed her eyes to softly sleep, I’d pull, turn, and twist her nipples while sucking her big tits. It’s one thing to for me to have my wicked, sexual way with a woman’s naked breasts but it’s something else entirely for me to have my wicked, sexual way with my mother’s naked breasts.

‘How many sons wished they could see their mother’s naked breasts,’ I wondered while staring at my mother’s big, naked tits. ‘How many sons wished they could touch, feel, fondle, and grope their mother’s naked breasts. How many sons wished they could pull, turn, and twist their mother’s nipples? Then, I stared at my mother’s bright while panties while wanting to have sex with her. ‘How many sons wished they could see their mother’s panties in the way that I’m seeing them now?’

“That feels good what you’re doing to my nipples, Hank, but you’re making me all wet,” she said turning her head to give me a sexually aroused look with her naughty smile. “Do me a favor, after I shower, I want you to eat me. I want you to eat your mother. I love it when you finger my pussy while licking my cunt with one hand and fingering my nipples with your other hand,” said my mother. “I need to cum and I love it when you give me a sexual orgasm by giving me oral sex.”

# # #

After working as a stripper and, then, prostituting herself all night, I was happy to eat my mother’s cunt. As if I’ve never seen her naked before, I watched as she emerged from the shower and, as if she was my woman instead of my mother, she entered her bedroom naked. I felt so lucky.

‘How many men wished that they could see their mothers, especially their MILF of a mothers naked,’ I thought? How many men wished that they could have their wicked, sexual way with their mothers’ naked breasts and their mother’s naked pussies? How many men wished they could give their mothers’ sexual pleasure by fingering and licking their cunts.’

With her ready for me to eat her, as soon as she climbed on the bed and spread her legs, I took my usual position. Where most men only think of their own sexual satisfaction, especially when with a prostitute, they seldom give a whore any sexual pleasure. Never thinking of her as a whore but as my mother, I wanted to give her sexual pleasure. Determined to make her cum, I rubbed her clit, while fingerfucking her pussy and licking her cunt. Then, reaching up with my other hand, I pulled, turned, and twisted her erect nipples.

“Hank. Oh, Hank. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Mommy is cumming. Mommy is cumming. Rub me harder. Finger me deeper. I’m almost there,” she said with sexual arousal. “I’m almost there. Don’t stop.”

As if she was alone in her bedroom masturbating herself, no longer having to roleplay and pretend her sexual arousal for Johns, she had a quiet orgasm. I allowed her a few moments to enjoy the afterglow of sex before continuing.

Then, I climbed down from her bed and stood beside her. When she rolled over to me, I moved closer to her mouth for her to stroke and suck my cock. She took me in her hand to stroke me and finger the head of my prick with her manicured fingers before taking me in her mouth to suck me.

Even now, after so very many times that my mother has blown me, it was still difficult to wrap my head around her was sucking my prick. She was such and experienced cocksucker. Even better than the blowjobs that I received from my grandmother and the gum jobs that I received from my great grandmother; my mother always gave me the best blowjobs that I ever had.

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*** This is a stand alone story starring Jeannine, the Naughty Nanny. Although it can be read alone, you will understand references better, if you read the previous stories. In this story, Jennine gets to know her bosses’ son better, and discovers that she will now be the main attraction during their incestuous family game nights. I hope you enjoy. ***

Chapter 1: Setting up the game

My mind is still reeling. “How the FUCK did I find myself in the middle of THIS?” I have had this same thought far too many times before, in my short 19 years of life. In fact, it was many of those previous times, that forced me to leave my small town in Belgium and come to America. This job, as a nanny for a rich family in California, seemed like the perfect way to get away from my sexual mistakes of the past, and start over fresh. How had my plan spun so far out of control, in just a couple of months?

At just over 5 foot tall, I am short and very petite. However, as one of God’s little jokes, he cursed me with a very large chest and full round ass. As if over night, my petite gymnast body, became unbalanced by tits that grew to be 34DD, and a full round ass, that would make the Kardashians proud. Having always been shy and timid, I was not prepared to deal with how popular, I suddenly was. I was so flattered, that so many guys wanted to be my friend, and take me out on dates, etc., but I didn’t know how to handle it.

Having always been so shy, I was not comfortable saying no, to any of these guys. I was also afraid of losing my sudden popularity. As a result, I found myself being pushed into many sexual situations, that I was not prepared for. Another thing I discovered about myself at that time, was that fear and excitement seem to short circuit my brain, and I have overpowering sexual reactions, to forceful dominant people. As a result, the guys I was with, discovered that they could get me do more and more adventurous sexual acts. To them, it seemed like there was nothing I would or could say no to.

To make matters worse, the guys apparently shared their experiences among themselves. Maybe they fed off each other, because I discovered that each one pushed me into more and more extreme sexual situations. It all exploded on me, when I found myself, basically being gang raped at a drunken party. I can’t really say it was rape, though. I never actually said no, and it was VERY obvious to all, that I came very hard, over and over, throughout the night. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. When word of this drunken orgy got around our small town, my mother heard about it and forced me to take the position as a contract nanny in America.

With that in my recent memory, I should have known better than to respond to my boss’ sexual advances. Maybe it was my naturally submissive nature or the fact that he is quite hot, and I had not been fucked since I left Belgium, but when he came onto me with such force and dominance, I couldn’t resist. My wildly sexual response, told him all he needed to know about me. He knew that he owned me completely and I would do anything and everything he wanted. In addition to being the live in nanny, I was now his live in sex slave. Apparently, the Wolf family was very open and adventurous about sex, because he not only shared with his wife, what he discovered about me, but he also shared his sexual control over me, with her.

I didn’t have much time to process my thoughts on being James’ and Marie’s personal sex servant, when they started to basically whore me out to many of their friends. Then, as I was getting used to all of THAT and trying to get control of my out of control thoughts, and almost constant sexual arousal, I met the Wolf’s college age son. I didn’t even know he existed, because he was so much older than the other children, I was hired to care for. Additionally, he was already away at USC, when I start the position. Because he looks so much like his father, I didn’t realize it wasn’t James, and I accidentally tipped my hand to Jake, that I was his father’s sexual plaything.

Jake quickly showed me, that he didn’t fall far from his father’s tree. In fact, he was just finishing his brutal fucking of my throat, when his father walked into the house, just as Jake was cumming all over my face. To my shock and surprise, James joined his son, James fucking my mouth, while his son sampled my pussy, for the first time. I am not sure if I was more ashamed when they “high fived” over me, as they fucked me between them, or when I orgasmed HARD from it. Of course, none that maters, because I was FAR more mortified, when Marie walked in on this, and then joined in.

As my brain often does when I am overwhelmed with sexual stimulus, it shut off completely. I was just a lump of wild, sexual responses. With my sexually desirable body, and my seemingly limitless, willingness to sexually please others, the Wolfs decided I was to become their new favorite activity during “family game nights”. When I heard them say something about family van escort game nights, I was thinking of wholesome family fun, sitting around playing board games. I couldn’t be farther from the truth.

Chapter 2: The game is afoot

The Wolfs wasted no time in setting up the first game night. Since the younger children were already planning to spend the weekend at their Grandparents’ house, tonight was the perfect night to jump right in. As James is leading the children out to his Range Rover, Marie tells me, “While James is gone, I want you to go up to your room and get dressed, into the things I laid out on your bed. You can only wear what is on your bed and you MUST wear everything that is on your bed. Is that clear, slut?” “Yes Miss,” I respond and almost run up the stairs.

When I get to my attic room, I don’t know what to expect. I definitely wasn’t expecting what I found. On the bed, is a pair of sheer white stockings with a white lace garter belt, and a pair of white 4 inch heels. None of this surprises me. What shocks me though, is the white leather collar with the word “slut” in raised red letters, and another thing, which looks like a butt plug with a long tail attached to it. I pick the tail thing up and look at it. Yes, it feels like real fur and it definitely is a butt plug. “What the FUCK do they expect me to do with THIS?” I want to scream.

I quickly dress, and look at myself in the mirror, as I clip the collar around my neck. My eyes fixate on the word “slut”. I think about all of the times I have been called that. I think about how many times I have been on my knees with cocks in my mouth or in my pussy and ass, while guys, and even other girls, called me slut. Is this really what I am? Is this really all I will ever be? I came so far away from home, to get away from being that slut. How did I end up being a different slut, here? Or am I just the same slut? And why the FUCK is my pussy so fucking wet, as I think about this.

I see the slut in the mirror, she is tracing the wetness with her finger, along the swollen, glistening groove of her pussy. I have to agree, “She is a slut. Look at how she can’t keep her fingers away from her needy cunt, as she thinks about all the cocks and pussies she has pleasured. Look at the lust in her eyes, as she fantasizes about all of the cocks and pussies she still wants to please.” I watch as the mirror slut pushes one finger into her pussy. Mmmm, see how she gasps and moans. Look at her other hand trace up her stomach, to trace around her full, round, heavy tits. See how her nipple grows and hardens, as she traces her finger over it. See how she GASPS when she suddenly SQUEEZES her big tit. Mmmm, see how she begins to fuck her fingers faster into her cunt, as she pinches and pulls her nipple. I see all of this and I decide, “Yes, she is a slut… She is everything that everyone says about her…”

SLAP, the sting of a hand spanking my bare ass HARD, rips me from my aroused thoughts. “What the FUCK, you shameless whore??? We are waiting for you downstairs, and here you are masturbating, as you look at yourself in the mirror. You are fucking insatiable,” Marie scolds me. I blush bright red, as I realize, that the shameless slut in the mirror, is me. I cum HARD realizing this. Marie sees this and realizes that I actually orgasmed, as she was scolding me. She SLAPS her hand HARD on m swollen, sensitive pussy and tells me, “You are incredible. You have absolutely NO shame. And why the fuck don’t you have your fucking tail on?”

I see that Marie has the butt plug tail in her hand, just as she pushes me forward. I fall forward, catching myself with my arms on the bed. I feel her shove the tail butt plug into my sopping wet pussy. She fucks it in and out a few times, to get it well lubricated. Then she pushes it hard, into my unprepared butt. I HOWL in pain as the thick plug forces me open suddenly. Thank GOD I am so wet and she was able to lube it with my cum. I think I would be bleeding if she did that to me dry. Still, I feel like I was punched in the guts. She pulls on the tail, to make sure it is fully seated in me. It pulls out just enough, so that when she releases it, it POPS back into me, making me GASP. Pleased with her work, she turns and walks out the door telling me, “Hurry up now slut. The games are about to begin.”

On shaky legs, I hobble down the stairs, as quickly as I can. When I enter the family room, I see Marie, James, and Jake, all stripping off their clothes. I am already panting from running down the stairs after being caught masturbating, so when I say it took my breath away, it is actually very accurate. Seeing mother, father, and son, all getting naked together in the family room, feels surreal. I guess Jake is from his father’s first marriage, so Marie and Jake are not really mother and son, but Jake is definitely James’ son. So, why am I the only one here, who feels weird about this?

Seeing James and Jake naked, I am quickly reminded, why I so easily escort van fell under their control. They have similar, muscular bodies and both have large cocks, with Jake being, maybe an inch longer than his father. I have had each of their cocks in my pussy and ass separately, and each has been in my mouth, while the other was in my pussy. However, I have not had one in my pussy, while the other was in my ass, at the same time. I am sure that this is not far off, and I suddenly fear how those two big cocks will tear me in half. Then, I suddenly feel a gush of wetness in my pussy, hoping for it. I want to so badly to touch myself, thinking about that. The only reason I don’t, is because I know Marie is just waiting for the next opportunity to punish me.

As if reading my mind, I see a look of pure evil on Marie’s face as she drops her dress off her body, and winks at me. I can’t look away. I feel like a mouse, about to be eaten by a snake. I watch anxiously, as she reaches back to unclasp her bra and let it drop to the floor. I notice how hard her nipples are already. I find myself remembering how Marie’s tits felt in my hands and under my lips. They are not nearly as large as mine, but they are full and very perky, especially for a woman as old as she is. I mean, she is like almost 40 or something.

A tugging on the tail, stuck in my ass, snaps me out of my thoughts about Marie’s body. I turn to see Jake experimenting with my tail. He laughs and tells Marie, “Nice touch Marie. I like how it makes her look like a sexy little animal or something. It should also keep her ass open nicely, for when I need it.”

“With that monster between your legs, she is going to need all the help she can get,” Marie responds, as she lets out an evil laugh.

I look over to see Jake swinging his big thick cock around in circles, like a club, as he tells his step mother, “You always love seeing girls struggle to take my big cock, don’t you mommy dearest? Almost as much as you like feeling it inside you… And I gotta say, I love that look of surprise, every time I bottom out in you. I also love that look of fear, like you are sure I will rip you apart, you feel so full.”

“I do love my big cocks… both yours and your father’s,” Marie tells Jake, as she reaches over to take his big cock in her hand, It looks even bigger in her small hand. I can’t take my eyes off it, as she SQUEEZES it and then weighs it in her hand, as she tosses it up and catches it several times. It makes a loud THWACK sound on her her palm each time. I feel James walk up behind me, as I am watching Marie, playing with her step son’s cock. I feel James’ cock growing between my legs, and slowly pressing along the groove between my ass and pussy. I feel him slowly saw his cock, back and forth, sliding against my sensitive groove, as he reaches around to cup my full tits.

I moan loudly, suddenly overcome by the feeling of James hands and cock on me, as I am watching the wicked display, of Marie stroking her step son’s cock. I feel the heat of James’ breath on my neck and cheek. I feel how excited he is getting, watch his wife appreciate his son’s big cock. As I watch Marie slowly sink to her knees, my breath catches in my chest. I realize that Marie is about to take her step son’s cock into her mouth. The room is completely silent, except for our excited breathing, as Marie takes the head of Jake’s cock into her mouth. She closes her lips around it, and sucks, and licks the head. Her eyes close, as if she is relishing this moment of feeling that big cock head in her mouth. The look of bliss on her face, makes me feel immediately jealous. I want that cock in my mouth.

I am so captivated by the site of Marie sucking Jake’s cock, that I almost don’t realize, James is pushing his cock into my wet and VERY ready pussy. I hear him groan, as he lets me know how very satisfied he feels by the tight, hot grip of my pussy on his cock. He starts to push into me and fuck in rhythm to Marie’s bobbing of her head on Jakes cock. I see this and it almost feels like my pussy and Marie’s mouth are one. It is such a sensory experience, I feel like I can’t hold back my impending orgasm. Marie must see this on my face, and tells me, “First rule of family game night is, who ever cums first, has to pay a penalty, decided by the last one to cum.”

I am not sure if it was my already overstimulated condition or Marie’s implied threat, but at that moment, I have an explosive, leg weakening, heart stopping orgasm. I feel James grab me with one hand on my pelvis and the other grabbing my tits, to keep me from collapsing on the floor. A part of my brain is telling me that I lost, but many other parts of my brain are telling me I soooooo won.

I look up from the floor to see Jake start to spasm and twitch. I see Marie sucking her cheeks in and swallowing rapidly, to take in all of Jakes cum. Just then I feel hot spurting liquid, splash on the back of my neck. In response, I look back, just in time, to see and van escort bayan feel James shoot two more spurts of cum, one on my face and one more on my tits.

I hear Marie say, “I guess I won… and since Jeannine is clearly the loser, I get to pick her punishment.” Her statement combined with her evil laugh, sends chills down my spine. Marie has repeatedly showed me, that she REALLY enjoys sexually humiliating and hurting me. So, why the FUCK does the thought of her punishment, excite me so fucking much???

Marie announces, “Well, since James did not get to participate in our whole family fucking of Jeannine yesterday, I think he should be rewarded with that pleasure today. Since you just got done with the whore’s sloppy cunt, why don’t you take her ass this times, James. Jake, you are bigger than your father, so maybe you can still feel something in her sloppy cunt. I will smother the cunts face with my pussy. When I say “switch” James, you will move to her mouth. Jake will move to her ass. And I will slip into my little friend, and fuck her cunt with my strap on. At the next “switch” We all move in the same rotation. If the slut is still conscious, maybe we will complete this cycle again…”

I am stunned into silence, as Jake lays back on a large ottoman, and pulls me onto his huge cock. Even though I am very wet, and have already been fucked by his father, his cock feels like a battering ram, pushing up into my guts. He grabs me around the neck and pulls me down, so that my chest is squashed on his chest. I suddenly feel someone POP the tail butt plug out of my ass. I feel hollow. Then I feel someone spreading my ass cheeks, and pushing several wet fingers into my sensitive ass hole. The fingers are quickly replaced with a thick cock. James wastes no time pushing his large cock into me. I immediately feel the difference, because I am already so full and tight with Jake’s large cock inside me. My whole body shivers with the electric jolts that shoot through me. I feel like I am being torn apart. I start to scream out, but my scream is muffled by Marie’s pussy suddenly smothering my mouth and nose.

As my scream turns into a sudden need to breath, I am terrified that I can’t get any air. Marie is literally smothering me with her pussy. I reach up to try to push her off, but unseen hands grab my arms and pin them down. At the same time, I feel Jake and James start to fuck in and out of me with increased speed and urgency. The sudden thrusting into me, makes me gasp, and I feel more desperate for air. My fear spikes, as I start to think that I will suffocate, if Marie doesn’t let me breath soon. My mind races. I am overwhelmed with this thought, that I am actually going to be fucked to death. As if understanding my fear and wanting to increase it, Jake and James fuck even harder and more brutally into me. I feel them slamming into me at the same time, crushing me between them, brutally beating up my guts.

Just as I am feeling like I will pass out, I hear Marie shout, “SWITCH.” I feel James pull out of my ass. His cock makes a slurping, POP sound, as he pulls out. Then, Jake almost tosses my body off of him, as he pulls his cock from my pussy. Most importantly, Marie pulls her pussy off my mouth and nose. I suck air desperately. I look like a fish out of water. I am not sure how long I laid there over the ottoman, catching my breath, but it must have been long enough for Marie to slide on her strap-on dildo. As Jake easily lifts me off the ottoman, Marie lays on it. Jake lowers me onto his step mother’s very large strap-on cock. Then, as he holds me down on it, he spreads my ass cheeks, and pushes his large cock into my already gaping ass. His cock is very large, but I have had it in my ass already. However, this is offset by the fact that Marie’s strap-on is already filling me so full.

The pain is immediate and STRONG. Again I SCREAM, but just as I open my mouth to scream, James shoves his cock deep into it, and it pushes into my throat. As I gag and try to breathe, I hear James say, “My GOD, I love how her screams around my cock feel. It is like the best vibrator, combined with the tightest, wettest pussy. And the way her throat squeezes around my cock, as she struggles to breathe, WOW, it is like a shiatsu massage for my cock.”

I hear the words, but my oxygen starved brain can’t understand them. All I can think is “air, PLEASE…” and my whole body seems to spasm and clench. Feeling this, Jake says, “WOW, you should feel THIS… She is SQUEEZING around my cock so tight. I have never felt anything so tight and hot on my cock.” Marie laments, “I am sorry that this strap-on cock isn’t real. I would love to feel our whore CLENCHING around my cock.”

Apparently, all of my clenching and spasming pushes James and Jake over the edge. Almost simultaneously, I feel James’ cum surge into my throat, while at the same time, I feel Jake’s cock grow even bigger in my tight ass, and then I feel the hot surge of his cum, shooting deep inside me. All of this overwhelms my short circuiting body, and I cum so hard, I feel like my heart actually stops. I collapse on top of Marie, stabbing her fake cock DEEPER inside me. This sets off additional explosions of pleasure, and I feel completely overpowered by the strength of my orgasm.

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Summary:

Jonathan Hamilton transfers to Sunny Hill starting junior year to run away from his past and keep promises on which to build an uneventful, safe future. The biggest promise he makes to himself is to stay clear forever, by all means necessary, of straight bad boys and their unhealthy appeal.

But promises are only made to be broken, Jonathan discovers the truth of the old adage, as junior year barely starts, and he has a run-in with the ridiculously attractive Maddox Kingsley, the resident BMOC, and carrier of the frightful nickname of ‘Mad Dawg’. Nothing good would ever come of it, but does he really have what it takes to resist the insane attraction that pulls him — again — toward a guy whose middle name should be ‘worst mistake ever’?

Chapter One — Insta-hate

A new beginning. It was, after all, what he wanted after all that wallowing in self-deprecation, and it had to be here, at Sunny Hill, away from all the drama. Jonathan sighed as he arranged his toiletries in an orderly fashion on the bathroom shelf. He was more than thankful for the small suite designed to accommodate him and another student, which was a far cry from the dorm doubles and communal bathrooms that were the norm.

Not that before coming here, he had lived in such a place. Before, he had been someone, but like for any other ‘someone’ having to atone for past mistakes, getting down from his high horse and accepting to share living space with another human being were part of the deal.

He frowned as he pushed the toothbrush stand to align perfectly with his shaving cream. “Get used to it,” he addressed his mirror reflection.

Indulging in more self-pity over his current situation was cut short by the front door opening and closing. It could only be his roommate, and while Jonathan would rather go through nail-pulling medieval tortures than face the nightmare that this person had to be, given his luck of late, he needed to face the music sooner rather than later.

He walked out of the bathroom, all the while trying hard to school his face into a neutral expression. Silently, he prayed that his partner wasn’t some jock, but since those usually shared their notoriously loud fraternity houses, the chances were slim.

Talking about small mercies. Jonathan’s eyes fell on a young man, or better said, on a giant backpack that practically obscured its owner almost entirely from view. Not a jock, obviously. His roommate appeared to be small-framed.

He cleared his throat discreetly, which prompted the stranger, who must not have heard him moving about, to turn abruptly and lose his balance. For a moment or two, his arms flailed comically. Fortunately for him, the bed was right behind him, so he landed on a soft spot.

Jonathan hurried to help the hapless young man. “Oh, I’m so terribly sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. Are you all right?”

He offered him a hand, and the stranger took it. A large grin lit up his face. He was nerdy, but in a cute way, Jonathan noticed right away and proceeded to chastise himself inwardly for judging a person by his looks. However, he couldn’t deny that his roommate didn’t look at all like he could pose a threat. Bright brown eyes twinkled at him from under a mop of chestnut hair.

“Uber fine,” the young man replied. “Do you think you could help me get out of this?” He pointed at his huge backpack.

“Of course.” Jonathan hurried to unbuckle the monstrous thing and aid his roommate out of his predicament.

Finally released from his contraption, the guy pushed back the strands hanging over his eyes and offered his hand. “I’m Ray.”

Jonathan shook his hand curtly. “Glad to meet you, Ray. I’m Jonathan. Jonathan Hamilton.”

“Oh, we’re doing full names.” Ray beamed at him. “Ray Franklin.”

Jonathan could barely keep from smiling back. And he had promised himself that he would be more guarded regarding new acquaintances. It was because of his lack of awareness that he had landed in this situation, being forced to change schools before the junior year.

Another promise he had made to himself was to make sure there was no room for any misunderstandings. “I don’t want to sound too forward,” he began quickly, to avoid any stalling rooted in his lack of trust in humanity in general, “but I need to let you know something from the start.”

Ray was dressed in a striped shirt and kakis that both seemed a bit too large for his frame. He shifted his weight from one foot to another. Therefore, he looked fairly harmless. “Sure.”

Jonathan took one deep breath. “I’m gay. I hope that’s not going to be a problem, but if it is, I believe –“

“No problem.” Ray stopped him right away and shot another dazzling smile at him. He leaned toward Jonathan and threw him a conspiratorial look. “To tell you the truth, I only last year came out as straight, so.” He let the words hanging and wiggled his eyebrows.

Jonathan’s lips twitched in amusement. As miserable as he had felt only minutes ago, it seemed as if Ray had just walked through the door with the last remnants of the summer sun.

“Ah, kıbrıs escort so do I gather that a lot of people simply assume that you’re gay?” he asked.

Ray let out a heartfelt sigh and rolled his eyes. “You wouldn’t believe it. You can imagine what it does to my dating game. Girls only want me to be their gay-best-friend-for-now.”

“I had no idea that was a thing.”

“Apparently, yes. Trust me, I accidentally became well-versed in everything gay because of all those misunderstandings. I even watched reruns of Queer as Folk with attempted girlfriend number three.”

“That must have been quite the experience,” Jonathan said, not really knowing how to offer comfort for something like that.

Ray grinned. “Yeah. By season four, she still hadn’t realized I was actually into her.”

“What happened by season five, then?”

“She thought she must have corrupted me somehow and confessed that she didn’t want to turn me straight. At that point, I almost wanted to go along with it and tell her that she was the best conversion therapy ever so she should assume responsibility.”

“But you didn’t.”

“No. I told her the truth. She was really surprised. And we remained friends. Sort of. Let’s just say that I had to finish watching season five by myself.”

Jonathan could feel his cheeks hurting from grinning too much. Whatever Ray had, it was highly infectious. Two minutes the guy was in, and he had made him forget all his worries.

“Well, Ray, I promise I’m not going to torture you with gay-themed shows from fifteen years ago.”

Ray plunked on the bed. “No worries. I actually enjoyed it. But man, this year, I really need to get my dating game in shape. I just transferred here, and I hope that girls will see more in me than just a gay–“

“–best-friend-for-now,” Jonathan completed the sentence. A slow frown made its way up to his forehead. “Then I suppose you won’t want to hang around with me much.” He hadn’t wanted to be so blunt, but directness was just one of those curses he couldn’t shake off if they were the death of him.

“Nonsense!” Ray bounced on his bed, checking the springs. “That’s one more reason to hang out together, besides that you look like a swell guy, and I think we’re going to get along just fine.”

Jonathan had no idea what to say. It was challenging to fight against the warm feeling spreading through his chest. “I do?” he asked hesitantly. “Look like a swell guy, I mean.”

Ray nodded enthusiastically. “You totally do. And you’ll be the perfect wingman. Here is what we’re going to do. Girls will surely want to know about you because you’re so handsome. They will approach me,” he pointed at himself, “because they will think I can help them get with you. And then,” he made a convincing circle through the air with his index finger, “we will drop the bomb on them.”

“The bomb?” Jonathan asked, slightly confused.

“Yes. We will tell them that one of us is gay, and the other is straight, and have them guess. The loser has to go out with me. Score!” He threw one victorious punch in the air.

“That’s quite the plan,” Jonathan agreed. “So, you’re saying that I’m not looking gay?” He was genuinely interested in the answer.

Ray gave him a long and thoughtful once-over. “You do have perfect fashion sense, in a preppy way. But that’s like the only gay thing I can say about you. And when I say gay, I mean fabulous. I suppose people don’t think broad-shouldered, tall, and handsome guys like you are necessarily gay. But,” he pointed again at himself, “lanky, awkward, and nerdy, somehow equals gay in their book.”

“I don’t think you’ve met enough people just yet,” Jonathan offered a smidge of comfort. “Thank you for considering me handsome. If it’s any consolation, you don’t look gay to me. Although it does worry me a little that I don’t look gay to you. I’d rather not have people make wrong assumptions.”

“I don’t label people,” Ray said with another big smile. “So, now that you told your bestie your biggest secret, what’s your dating game?”

Bestie? Jonathan couldn’t remember when that had been established, but since Ray seemed so incredibly happy with the prospect, he couldn’t reject him outright. “I just transferred, like you, so I haven’t yet thought of it.” Not entirely true, but he could unveil his plans later to his nosy roommate if, indeed, they got along well.

“Cool. At least that means that I won’t be the only odd man out. We’ll be the new guys. Maybe even start a band. The New Guys.” Ray made a semi-circle with a sweep of the hand as if he could already see that name up in lights.

“Unfortunately, I’m not in the least adept at playing a musical instrument, and if you heard me sing, you would wish you just developed enough earwax to block the horrendous sounds leaving my throat.”

Ray laughed whole-heartedly. “That makes two of us. Anyway, do you have a boyfriend?”

Jonathan shook his head quickly. “No.”

Ray clapped in glee. “That’s great. We will look together for love this year. I mean, if you’re into love. kıbrıs escort bayan If you’re into hookups –“

Jonathan shook his head. Hookup was a dreaded word and forever would be in his dictionary. “No, not at all.”

One hookup gone bad had been enough to destroy his reputation and life as he had known it up to that point. His parents didn’t need another shock of that proportion. Only thinking of it made Jonathan feel his cheeks on fire.

“Ah, I dream of a nice girl who won’t mind getting my V card,” Ray said with an exaggerated sigh.

“V card?” Jonathan asked. Did people talk like that?

Ray offered him a sympathetic look. “Too much info? I’m afraid your bestie is not the kind to keep secrets. Also, it’s great that we have two bedrooms. You will hate me soon enough for my sloppy ways.”

Jonathan smiled. “How bad can it be?”

Ray patted his huge backpack. “My entirely life is in here. And not in a particular order if you catch my drift.”

“I see. I’ll let you unpack. I placed my toiletries on the left part of the shelf in the bathroom, but if you prefer it, I can move them.”

Ray waved. “Don’t worry. Hey, Jonathan,” he called after him as he started to walk away. “We’ll have a great junior year. It’s a promise.”

Jonathan smiled at his roommate again. At least, that was out of the way. Of course, he would have to curb Ray’s enthusiasm regarding having some common dating game. Unlike before, when he had made the mistake of thinking with what lay right under his belt, this time, if the opportunity arose, he would go for the safe option.

Which meant, of course, someone who was out and proud and not asking for oral sex on the down-low while pretending to be heterosexual in all the other dealings of his life. Yes, Jonathan had had enough of that to last him three lifetimes, not one.

***

“As the new kids,” Ray started the moment they were seated at a table in the dining hall that seemed to be packed at lunch hour, “we need to learn who’s who and fast.”

“Do you intend to be popular?” Jonathan questioned while he eyed the fries on his plate with a dubious look. They looked greasy and unpalatable, but together with the salad he had chosen, they could be considered a meal. Not a decent meal, mind you, but still.

“Hey, it’s all about knowing who’s worth knowing, right?” Ray said with a shrug. Unlike Jonathan, he was biting from his hamburger like he hadn’t had a proper meal in weeks. “The thing is popular students are the gateway to, you know, meeting others.”

“Do you want to hang out with the popular girls?” Jonathan teased. “Come on, Ray, that’s superficial. And I thought you were looking for true love.”

“Yeah, but it might take me a few tries to get there. Anywho, I did my research and –“

“Research? When did you have time for it? Only a few days ago, we were still unpacking.” Jonathan looked at the dressing pack and decided to skip it. It was good that their small suite had a kitchenette that could be used for some basic cooking.

“Sunny Hill Xpress,” Ray said with satisfaction.

“What’s that?”

“A very interesting digital publication that documents who’s who here, at Sunny Hill. It even has pictures and stuff.”

“Like Facebook?”

“Better.” Ray was barely waiting to share the fruits of his research with Jonathan. “This website lets you in the latest gossip, down to the juiciest details. Whoever is behind it, I’m telling you, they’re not mincing words.”

“So it’s a tabloid,” Jonathan said. He felt a growing unease at the thought. A look around half-convinced him that wannabe paparazzi weren’t present. His shoulders relaxed an inch. One thing he had to do was to convince himself that finally, here, at Sunny Hill, Jonathan Hamilton was nobody, and he had every intention to remain so. “Don’t believe everything it says in there.”

“Hey, it was really educational, and why are we here, at these esteemed halls of learning if not to get an education?”

Jonathan doubted he could argue with Ray on any topic. “I suppose,” he admitted with a slight shrug.

“Come on, JJ, don’t you want to know who’s gay, single, and out and proud on top of everything?”

In a moment of weakness, or just because Ray had insisted like a cat smelling catnip, he had admitted to his dating game being precisely that. While he had every intention to settle this time for something serious, Jonathan didn’t want to jump into it just yet.

“So, who’s the most important kid around here? Or kids?” he asked, wanting Ray and his matchmaking aspirations to steer clear of that topic.

“Gosh, JJ, you talk like you’re eighty,” Ray replied with a wave of the hand.

Another thing he had no idea of was when he had become a JJ. There was just something about Ray that made him accept everything the guy was throwing at him. All that talking about them becoming besties no longer seemed so far-fetched.

“Look,” Ray began and turned in his seat to point at a table several feet away from them.

The first thing Jonathan noticed was a red escort kıbrıs football jersey stretching on a back so large that a few stadiums had to be needed to accommodate such a presence. The student was standing, masking the view to his table, but the others were so rowdy that they were hard to miss. People walking by stopped to talk to them, high-fiving and doing all the inane things popular kids did.

The giant found his way to sit finally, so Ray continued. “That’s Dexter Solomon, Dex as his friends call him. He plays football, and rumor has it that he can drink an entire keg by himself. According to Xpress, he has done it at least once.”

“What a cliche,” Jonathan murmured.

“The brunet by his right,” Ray said, unfazed by his commentary, “is Kane Dubois. His dad attended Sunny Hill in his time and is now a big shot in the big pharma industry. He’s someone good to know.”

Ray wasn’t off the mark with that. As chemistry majors, going into the pharmaceutical business was an option to consider. Jonathan examined Kane briefly. He looked athletic, as well, not as big as Dex but impressive in his own right. As he had expected, Ray was drawn like a moth to a flame to the jock club, or one of the many.

“Kane plays lacrosse,” Ray added. “And that’s Rusty Parker.”

Jonathan examined the attractive blond with the dog-like name, who stood up and landed a perfect shot using a crumpled napkin turned into a ball to send through the improvised hoop offered by the linked arms of an equally attractive female student who screeched in delight. Ray didn’t need to tell him what sport he was into. What a tedious display.

Of course, they were also the kind to score, Jonathan thought and shook his head. His eyes drifted, and then he noticed that there was someone else at the table. Unlike his companions that seemed as rambunctious as kids functioning on a megaton of candy, this one lounged in his seat, one arm wrapped lazily around the back of his buddy’s seat, and one long denim-clad leg stretched outside the table, right into the walking path of other pedestrians.

Jonathan’s eyes narrowed as he noticed the student’s other hand fiddling with some white stick stuck into his mouth. Was that a cigarette? Really?

No, it was a lollipop, Jonathan realized. And perfect lips were wrapping around it with lustful abandon.

Lustful abandon? He needed to have his head checked. The guy was just enjoying his lollipop. Unnerved by where his thoughts were taking him so early in the day, Jonathan continued to examine the student. Rebellious ink-black hair covered his eyes, but a chiseled jawline and a tanned complexion were visible from that distance even. There was something playful and mischievous in how he rolled the candy in his mouth, only to retract it now and then to exchange a joke with his friends. And in his moves, something languid and predatory lurked, a proof of the devil-may-care attitude that appeared to define this particular character.

Apparently, he was much in a lyrical disposition today, so Jonathan decided not to fight it. Nothing could go wrong if he only looked at that perfect specimen of the male variety. He kept in a small snort at the sight of the rolled-up t-shirt sleeves. So the perfect specimen was kind of a douche, no wonder there. Not that his impressive biceps weren’t worth showing, or his perfect pectorals, clearly visible through the white t-shirt so glued to him that it looked more like a second skin and less an article of clothing.

There was a place and time for everything, including showing off one’s assets, but lunch in the college dining hall wasn’t one of them.

“Who’s that?” Jonathan asked, suddenly aware that he had tuned out Ray’s chatter while lost in admiring that student.

“That’s Maddox Kingsley,” Ray replied, excited that finally, Jonathan seemed interested in something he knew. “Or Mad Dawg, as people call him.”

“Mad Dog?”

“No, no, no,” Ray said with self-importance. “Say it with me. Mad Dawg.” He drawled the words like an extra in a gangster movie.

“As you say,” Jonathan replied. “What sports is he into? He hangs out with other jocks, so–“

“He’s not actually a jock. What he is into,” Ray leaned over the table and dropped his voice, “is actually illegal fights.”

“I call bullocks on that.”

“Call whatever you want. But he’s wild, dangerous, and all the girls want him.”

“Can’t say that I’m surprised.”

Ray didn’t seem to catch on to the sarcasm in his voice. “The point is, he’s the best, the ultimate, the BMOC.”

“Do you mind using plain English?”

“The big man on campus,” Ray said in a tone that was suggesting that Jonathan had just crawled from under a rock. “We need to become friends with him.”

“No, we don’t,” Jonathan retorted.

“Why?” Ray eyed him with suspicion.

Because Maddox, Mad Dawg, or whatever his moniker, was a nightmare dressed in a tight t-shirt that left nothing to the imagination regarding the perfect anatomy of his upper body. If he were to take after the long leg stretched as an obstacle for the other students happening by was any indication, the lower part had to be just as well built. Jonathan had no intention to go down the same road again even if the guy were interested, which was out of the question since the mentioning of girls throwing themselves at him had made that aspect painfully clear.

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