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Leander walked into the bar. It was pretty empty, not a lot of people went out drinking on a Thursday. He walked over to one of the booths and slid in, waiting for his companion to arrive.

Leander: I am here x

He pulled his hair into a loose pony tail and leant back. He needed some relief and he knew he wouldn’t get it from Nile or Jason, they were too close to the problem.

“Hey sexy.” Noah slid in opposite him and placed a bottle of beer down. “What’s the problem?” Leander groaned and explained his sudden, reignited interest in Jason, Trevor’s reluctance to try new sexual things and his insecurity.

“I love Trevor it’s just…” Leander waved his arms. “I don’t know.”

“It’s just that you’re fucking crazy about your ex.” Noah said flatly. Leander looked over at him. “What? Don’t you look puzzled at me. We’ve known each other a while, you’d just split from him for good when we met if I remember correctly.” Leander smiled, they had met outside the club one night, Leander had driven him home and they had made out for a while though it didn’t go far as Noah told him he didn’t bottom and Leander responded the same, but they had stayed close friends. “You were crazy over him then, on the rebound fucking everything that came your way. Now you’ve got this boyfriend who fills the need for a boyfriend but your heart is still with Jason.”

“Is it that obvious?” Leander frowned, asking his beer more than Noah.

“Yes.” Noah nodded. “At the club he’s the only person you look at. You watch each movement, each step, everything he does. When you talk to someone else you still look at him. All that sexy dancing makes you overly horny and it’s Jason you focus on.”

“What should I do?” Leander looked miserable.

“Well.” Noah drawled taking a drink from his bottle. “You either focus on Trevor and get on with your life being with him…” Noah stopped. “Or you leave him, as loving someone else isn’t that nice for him.”

“Yeah.” Leander nodded slowly.

“Plus you need to sort yourself out, it’s making you look drained and tired. It can’t be good for you.” Noah put his hand on his lightly. “So. How’s Nile?”

“Urgh!” Leander laughed. “So I come here, drinking on a school night, to ask for life advice and you just want to check up on a potential fuck!”

“No! No!” Noah laughed. “I have talked with you, I have told you what I think wether it’s what you waned to hear or not. Now I lighten the mood by asking about your severely hot friend.”

“Nile is good. He has a date this weekend so I am not sure you’ll be getting anything off him.” Leander smiled. “I am not sure he’d put out, he’s never really been with a guy. Obviously he had a brief fling with Jason but I am not sure if he’d let you top him.”

“Aah but that is the fun in trying!” Noah smiled naughtily. “Its great to turn them.”

“Well you better hope that his date doesn’t work out!” Leander said. “But I hear he’s pretty much on a promise.”

“Bleh. Straight sex. There’s nothing worse!” Noah shuddered and they laughed. They stayed for about an hour more before they parted ways. Noah said that he’s see them Friday if they were out, Leander told him that it all depended on Trevor.

—

Thursday had been hell. Trevor was still a little needy and Leander was feeling confused and worn out. Nile and Jason pretty much kept themselves to themselves, Nick sat with them and Jason stroked his side softly, feeling Leander’s eyes on him. He knew the beautiful blonde had some issues to resolve and he wondered if his own feelings would come into play. Jason reckoned that he was probably just horny, he had loved the sex he’d had with Leander, raw, primal but it was more than that. He felt loved, he felt completely and totally loved and he’d loved him in return. He maybe should’ve said it more. That is what he missed with Nick, there was a type of love there but it was more lust with them. By the time Leander returned to his house with Trevor he was exhausted. Trevor seemed to be in a happier mood, he snuggled up on Leander, grinding onto his lap and kissing at his neck. Leander held him and kissed him back, pulling him close. Trevor slid back and began to feel at Leander’s crotch. Normally he’d be hard by now but there was no growing bulge there. Leander just didn’t feel up to it. He was confused and unhappy with how he was feeling and the talk with Noah hadn’t helped. He had hoped Noah would just tell him what he had wanted to hear but being a true friend, he hadn’t. But he didn’t want another argument with Trevor, so he focussed his attention to another attractive black haired boy and let the guilt wash over him. Trevor seemed happy when he felt Leander’s cock grown under his touch. He freed it and stroked it for a while before wrapping his lips around it.

“Ohh yeah.” Leander moaned, leaning his head back on the wall. Trevor was good at giving head, very good for a first timer anyway. Leander congratulated demetevler escort himself for being such a good teacher. But by the gods Jason was the best. His lips, his tongue, his tongue stud, his deep throating skills. It was amazing sliding into that throat, feeling him pressed against him, humming his own pleasure at sucking cock. Oh so good. Looking down on that beautiful face when he’d come into his mouth, knowing he swallowed it happily, seeing his lips swollen from his cock sucking, shiny with spit and his cum. Swooping down to kiss them, tasting his cum on his lips, feeling his own need burning between his thighs. “Oh god Jason I’m going to come!” Leander moaned loudly and started to shoot. He felt Trevor’s mouth leave his cock and looked to see him, the jets of cum had landed on his face, he looked pissed.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Trevor scowled.

“Huh, what?” Leander looked confused.

“You called me Jason.” Trevor wiped his face with his shirt.

“No I didn’t.” Leander shook his head.

“You fucking did.” Trevor snapped. “Were you thinking of him?”

“No!” Leander sat up, tucking himself away. “I wasn’t at all!”

“Then why did you say it?” Trevor was close to tears again.

“I didn’t even realize I did!” Leander tried to hold him but he pushed him away. “Trevor please.” The guilt was killing him, but he had to make Trevor think it was an accident. He grabbed the now crying boy and held him. “Seriously, I wasn’t thinking of him.”

“I want to go home.” Trevor stood and headed for the door.

“No, gorgeous, stay, please.” Leander followed him.

“I think I’d be happier at home tonight.” Trevor wiped at his eyes and shook his head.

“I’ll walk you.” Leander offered.

“I don’t need any help getting home.” Trevor snapped and left. Leander sat on the end of the bed and put his head in his hands.

“Fuck.” He said to himself. Leander lay on his bed and sighed to himself, he was tired. He took off his clothes and went to shower and then he got into bed. Whatever happened he decided this weekend he was going to get wankered, wether Trevor like it or not.

—

Friday came and the tension was unbearable. Trevor was so upset at what had happened that he hadn’t even told Nick about it. He was talking to Leander again, they had had a quick chat and a kiss in the morning but he was still pissed off.

“Are you excited about your date Nile?” Claudia asked.

“Eh not really.” Nile shook his head.

“A shag’s a shag!” Jason grinned widely. “Just get it done.”

“You are so crass at times.” Claudia scolded.

“I am just being truthful! From what I’ve heard she’s seen you a few times with Jasmine and she wants your dick.” Jason made a lewd gesture and then laughed, he did amuse himself. Nile rolled his eyes and ignored him.

That night Leander went to Trevor’s before heading out, Trevor had said that it was fine but he wanted to check just in case. Trevor seemed brighter and apologized for his recent behavior. Leander told him that it was okay and he’d spend the next week making him happy. They kissed until it got hot and steamy then Leander had to drag himself away to go meet the others.

—

Nile was hating every minute of his night. The girl he’d been set up with was nice enough. Great tits but a total air head. She’d mentioned her hair at least four times, her ex twice and then explained at great length how her fingernails looked so healthy. The other guys and girls he was with kept him company, they chatted and laughed together. It was nice to see them, a bit of a change from his normal social outings but he did prefer his time with Leander and Jason more. Melissa shifted her positing and revealed more of her olive brown thigh, Nile watched with great interest. She was in a, slightly slutty, red dress that had a slit up the side, no back and pushed her already large breasts higher. Nile got another couple of drinks in and chatted with Melissa again, she eased up after a couple of drinks and was soon hinting that they should probably move on.

“My parents are away all weekend.” She said with a wink. They parted from their friends with a few good natured insults about ditching them to have sex and walked to her parents house. It was a nice house, not very big but it had a nice garden. She took him in the front door and began to kiss him as soon as she was in. Her hot mouth on his, he tasted alcohol on her as she thrust her tongue into his desperately seeking his. They took it upstairs and she lay under him on the bed, he ran his hands up her sides and round to her breasts cupping them and feeling their weight. She moaned against his lips and began to undo his shirt. Soon he was down to his boxers and she was fully naked under him. He had found that she had no panties on when he slid a hand up her thigh and found her neatly trimmed bush already wet with her own juices. She moaned as a finger rubbed against her clit softly, moving in small circles. Niles lips had found a nipple and were suckling on it, making the girl cry out in lust. “Mm Nile…” She arched her back as he slid a finger, then another into her wet pussy. “Oh yeah, that’s so good.” Nile kissed along her neck, pinching otele gelen escort her nipple until she was almost begging for his cock. He smiled to himself, moving down the bed and settling between her thighs. He spread her pussy apart and began to lick gently at her clit. She howled with delight so loudly he thought he’d hurt her for a second. When he was satisfied she was okay he carried on. Lapping at her nub with his tongue, drawing lazy circles around it while moving his fingers in and out of her body. He sucked and swirled his tongue around her, rubbing the cool metal stud against her clit, she was moaning constantly now, squeezing her own nipples and breathing fast. He increased his sped and thrust his fingers into her faster and she began to scream. “Oh god Nile I am coming!” She shook with orgasmic shudders beneath his tongue, when she had settled he sat back and looked at her, his cock hard inside his boxers, he finger fucked her for a while until she cried out with need. “I need you in me now!”

“Condoms?” Nile kissed her again.

“Don’t worry I’m on the pill.” She said, stroking her hands down her body paying attention to her hard pink nipples, twisting them between her fingers.

“Yeah, I always sheath up.” Nile told her. “Do you have any?” She shook her head. “I have some in my wallet…” He started to move but she began to wail.

“Nooo Nile, I don’t like condoms. How will I feel the real you? I need you inside me. No one has ever made me come like that. This is meant to be! I need to connect with you. lease, become one with me.” She was slipping her fingers in and out of her pussy, sliding her hand up to her clit and rubbing it furiously, tears falling from her eyes. Nile started to look worried.

“Uh…maybe this was a bad idea.” He got off her and grabbed his jeans.

“Noo, I really like you. I’ve liked you forever. I’ve seen you with that girl, I know I can give you more than she can!” Melissa crawled towards him, she suddenly seemed really drunk. “Let me give you a blow job!” She grabbed at his boxers, his erection had disappeared when she started to talk about connecting with him.

“No!” Nile stumbled backwards dragging his jeans up his body. He threw his shirt around his shoulders and left the room. He walked into her bathroom and washed his hands and face before going to leave. As he left he heard her shout ‘I’ll call you!’ after him.

–

Noah, Jason and a few of the friends were outside the club when a shadowy figure began to walk up the street.

“Is that Nile?” Leander asked. They all nodded.

“Hm, his date must be over. Maybe he fucked her and has left her.” Jason offered. Nile walked towards them, flicking ash as he smoked. He smiled at them. “Well?!”

“Oh my god. What a total cluster fuck.” Nile put a hand to his head. “I ate her out until she came and when I went to fuck her she started to cry as she didn’t like condoms and wanted to feel connected to me as it was meant to be.” He shook his head as his friends laughed at his encounter.

“Duude.” Jason laughed. “You pulled a psycho!” Nile nodded. They were clearly bemused by their friends dreadful date. They spoke about it for a while, laughing and mocking him. “Lets get you a drink to get the taste of pussy out of your mouth.”

“Dude so vile!” Nile grinned. They headed back inside the warm club. The music was thumping and the drinks started to flow, Nile felt his crappy mood lifting and began to relax into the comfort of his friends. He sat in his favourite booth with a few of Noah’s friends watching as Leander and Noah brought some drinks up. Leander had started on shots, his intention of getting drunk was well under way. He handed Nile one. “I’ll be on my ass after a few of these.” Nile swallowed it down. The guy to his right was called Ryan and he was clearly uncomfortable being there. Nile chatted with him and found out that he was a straight friend of Noah’s and he had ended up being dragged along. “Oh I know how that feels, I end up here most weekends. Still, it is same from obsessive women.”

“Yeah you just have to put up with the guys that chase you.” Leander smirked and pointed to Noah who was chatting to a guy with brown hair and glasses. Noah’s friends laughed and Nile just scowled. Leander sat opposite Nile as he chatted with Ryan about some zombie movie. He thought he’d text Trevor, see how his night was going.

Leander: Hey gorgeous, night okay? x

Trevor: Yeah.

Leander frowned. One word answer? That wasn’t like Trevor at all.

Leander: You sure? You’re not mad again are you? x

Trevor: No. I am just busy.

Leander: With? x

Trevor: God, stuff. I have other things in life apart from you.

Leander: Whoa okay. Sorry. 🙁 x

Trevor: Go have fun with Jason.

Leander scowled. Trevor had been absolutely fine when they had talked. He had apologized a million times for calling him Jason. He stood and pulled Nile along to the bar for more drinks. They stayed downstairs for a while doing shots and talking to some of the regulars. When they came back up Jason and Noah passed them on the stairs with Ryan. Jason was going to smoke and Noah was going for more drink. Leander and Nile leant on the balgat escort railing and viewed the movement of the club. Leander watched Jason as he made his way through the crowd, stopping to talk to people or getting approached by interested parties. He smiled to himself. He loved that boy. He loved him more than he had loved anything in his life and he had to have him back. But what about Trevor? Trevor was awesome and he didn’t want to hurt him but … Nile snapped him out of his thoughts.

“You’re in love with him aren’t you?” Nile said watching the blond track his progression through the club. Leander nodded, peeling the label off his bottle. “Then fucking go get him you jackass.” Leander looked at him shocked. “He is fucking crazy about you. My god, when you broke up I had to console him for hours. He was hell to be around. Casey and Josh said it was like living with a demon. Then you got with Trevor and it all started again, bad moods, drinking, crying, boning anything he could. You shouldn’t have broken up, fucktards.” Leander appreciated the honesty of drunk Nile.

“I will sort it.” Leander promised, wanting to get him off the topic. He didn’t want him drunkenly telling everyone around them about his issues. “So. Plans with Noah tonight are..?”

“Don’t start that shit.” Nile waved a finger at him. “He’s too busy chatting up that guy with glasses anyway.”

“Aww, jealous?” Leander teased then went silent. “Have you slept with him?”

“Who? Noah? No!” Nile frowned.

“I don’t mean Noah.” Leander looked away. He had wanted to ask this question for so long. Now on the night that would decide how his life went, he felt he could ask it.

“Oh.” Nile suddenly sobered up. “No. No I haven’t. There were a couple of times when we came close but we knew it’d ruin our friendship, and before you ask no, I don’t regret not doing it. Is this why you’ve always been a bit hostile with me?” Leander nodded. “Well now you’ve nothing to worry about. He’s always been yours.” Nile smiled as Noah and Ryan came back with drinks, Jason returned with more drinks too. They chatted for a while, Leander checked his phone often but Trevor hadn’t made any contact. He finished his drink and stood.

“Mister Biggs, shall we dance?” He asked the already swaying Jason who nodded. He took his hand and they moved onto the dance floor.

“D’ya think they’ll finally fuck tonight?” Noah asked the table, they nodded their agreement. “It’s about bloody time. I am getting sick of this sexual tension. Speaking of sexual tension…Nile, how are you?” Noah winked and the table laughed again.

“You’re not going to get away from him you know.” One guy said. “Just accept it and your life will be easier.”

“Yeah but I’m not really up for this ‘turn the guy then forget him’ shit.” Nile grinned. “Plus the whole not gay thing is an issue…”

“Not an issues for me gorgeous!” Noah winked. “Weren’t you just trying to get a quickie off some tart?”

“Well, yeah but you just want the challenge. I knew she was up for it.” Nile put his bottle down.

“Mmm you’d be my favourite conquest.” Noah leered at him. Nile rolled his eyes. “Come on, dance!” He stood. Nile protested but Ryan helped to shove him up and Noah practically dragged him down the stairs and into the main throng of the dancers. There were people everywhere and Nile found himself pressed against the mechanic’s hard body. He was forced to move against it as the crowd pulsated. “You okay baby boy?” Noah had to talk right into his ear, his breath tickled.

“Don’t call me that.” Nile groaned into Noah’s ear.

“I’d never think of you as just a challenge.” Noah’s face was so close, he could feel Nile next to him, he put his hands on his hips and the other didn’t pull away. He was breaking him. “You never answered my question anyway.”

“What question?” Nile asked pulling away slightly, he looked at the handsome mechanic before him. His shaved head bar that strip of a short mohawk, chiseled jawline, five o’clock shadow and beautiful eyes. He felt his body heat against him, their crotches pushed together moving in time. Noah pressed close to his ear.

“Can I kiss you?” Noah looked at him, saw the drunken boy thinking over his options then ever so slightly nod. He leant down and captured Nile’s lips with his own, feeling them, warm and soft. He tightened his hold on him and found Nile’s hands against his chest as he deepened the kiss, letting his tongue wander over the other’s lips. Seeking out that pierced tongue that he’d been imagining when he jacked off. Nile couldn’t believe he was kissing him again, he thought by getting with Melissa that he might have curbed his interest in Leander’s handsome friend. But now, pressed against him, he was totally enthralled. He moved his hands down his chest feeling the six pack that lurked underneath and felt a tingle run down his body straight into his groin. He gasped a little and Noah pressed into him harder, getting across in his movements what the pierced boy did to him. They kissed as they moved, the crowd keeping up its rhythm. Nile put his arms around Noah’s neck and let himself get lost in the kiss. Noah was a fantastic kisser, sweet and soft but at the same time he was firm and devouring. Nile had never been kissed like this, Noah’s lips and tongue were driving him crazy, he kissed him back never wanting it to end. When Noah broke away he spoke into Nile’s ear. “Come back to mine.” His eyes danced under the clubs lights. Sober Nile would have said no, hell, Sober Nile wouldn’t have let himself get into this situation in the first place. But Drunk Nile was in charge now and he nodded again.

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The sound of running water prompts me to open my eyes. Jessica is in the shower.

I sit up and glance down at my naked body. I don’t know how long I dozed off for; but my cock is still wet. It hangs half-engorged over the front edge of Jessica’s bedroom chair. The carpet between my feet is slick with spit. I stand slowly, feeling somewhat drunk from the margaritas and my recent climax in Jessica’s mouth.

I walk across the room and knock on the frame of the open bathroom door.

“Mind if I rinse off too?” I ask, loudly enough to be heard above the hiss of running water.

“Sure,” Jessica answers. “Climb in.”

I peel back the curtain and step into the warm fog of Jessica’s shower. We immediately embark on a new round of passionate kissing.

Fifteen minutes later, having thoroughly soaped, scrubbed, lathered and caressed each other beneath the hot rain, we step from the clawfoot tub and begin toweling off.

Before getting even halfway dry, however, the towels fall away and we find ourselves horizontal across the width of Jessica’s queen-size bed, giggling like kids. Clean and warm, we press our naked bodies together. Our mouths and tongues dance, desperately conveying our mutual excitement. My hands wander Jessica’s nubile body, squeezing her curves and teasing her little crevices. Jessica clutches my head with one hand, pinning her mouth tightly against mine while her other hand wanders from my chest to my stomach and then down to my crotch.

I drag her up onto the pillows atop the bed and lay upon her like a blanket. After a minute more of groping and kissing, I start working my way down her body: sucking on her slender neck, then her mountainous breasts and their swollen nipples, then down further across her taut tummy until my hungry mouth at last feasts upon her daintily waxed mons pubis. Jessica’s fingers tangle themselves into my hair as I start to caress her pink clitoris and labia with my tongue and lips. I suction the hairless folds of her sex into my mouth, rolling and squeezing them between my lips. My tongue dives deep into her little trench, then flicks this way and that across her rapidly engorging clit. I settle myself down between her open thighs, lying prone so that my hands are free to roam her body. As I bury my face into her crotch, I palm her soft breasts. They are almost too large, overflowing beyond the breadth my hands. Looking up from between her thighs, I marvel at the depth of cleavage I can create by squashing them together.

Jessica begins to moan loudly, unembarrassed within the comfort and privacy of her parents’ empty home. As her ascent toward orgasm gains speed, her slender thighs alternately squeeze my head, blocking out all sound, or fling themselves wide apart to thrust her slippery groin against my face. I nod my chin rhythmically, dragging my tongue across her clit and labia in an endless loop that accelerates the tempo of her panting moans.

Eventually I withdraw one hand from her chest and press its longest finger into her young pussy. Jessica squeals like a groupie. The interior of her narrow cunt is slick and warm. Its fleshy walls drag against the strokes of my penetrating finger with delightful tension. As I continue to slurp and lick at her clit I work a second finger up into her, turning and curling them both in search of that little interior button that hides beneath her pubic bone.

Jessica’s thigh muscles begin to twitch. Her fingernails dig into my scalp. The lavish attention being paid to her clit is having its desired effect. My buried fingers find and then rub the little lump of her g-spot as my mouth continues its relentless ministrations upon her clit. After only a few more seconds of this, the narrow orifice of her cunt pulses with contractions and Jessica erupts in a short, sharp orgasm that warms her skin to a peachy glow.

She pushes me away for a moment as the sensations get overly intense, but soon pulls my face back down onto her sopping crotch. I repeat every rhythmic input over again and add one more: Instead of just kneading the girth of her right breast with my free hand, I pinch its raised ruby-red nipple and lift straight up — letting the weight of her massive tit distend her areola. Then with a gentle side-to-side shake, I wobble the suspended cone of her boob by its outstretched nipple.

“Ohh… God!” Jessica whispers in reaction to this new treatment. She raises her hand to her other breast and mimics the technique. I continue my busy oral rhythm down at her clit, but occasionally glance upward to watch the twin teepees of her boobs oscillating as they dangle from her now thumb-sized nipples.

Over the course of the next two minutes Jessica’s skin coats itself in a sweaty sheen. Her vocalizations ascend in both octave and frequency. When she suddenly erupts, it is in a longer and more convulsive orgasm that drenches the bed sheet below my chin. Her pussy quakes around my two embedded fingers as she cries out repeatedly. I pump my fingers within her until she pushes me away again, clearly Çankaya Escort over-stimulated.

I raise myself up onto one knee and wipe some of the wetness from my face. Jessica’s voice trails off to a soft whimper. She rolls onto her right side and curls into a fetal position, hiding her freshly-tortured nipples beneath her hands. She lies there with her eyes closed. I notice her little round buttocks are now shiny wet. Clear liquid trickles out from her pussy and slides down across the lower curve of her bottom.

Resisting the urge to plunge my cock directly into her, I lift my gaze to the bedside table. I recognize a black vinyl sack adorned with a familiar pink logo — it’s from Carol’s shop. I crawl across the bed to retrieve it. Peering inside I see enough sex-toys to keep us busy for days. Jessica opens her drowsy eyes and watches me withdraw the vibrating egg, the anal beads, the bottle of lube and a medium-sized dildo.

I crawl back to my position near her butt and arrange the toys beside her. The little egg-shaped vibrator is the type that activates with a quick shake, after which it runs for a minute at a time. Its hollow plastic shell contains a heavy vibrating ball that rolls around, knocking and clacking against the outer surface. If you keep moving it regularly, the vibration never stops. I wake it up with a flick of my wrist and then drag its buzzing shape along the smooth skin of Jessica’s folded legs. She remains curled on her side but smiles as I tickle the backs of her knees and thighs with the wandering egg. With my free hand I push her legs higher up toward her chest until the glossy pink mound of her pussy protrudes blatantly from between her inner thighs. Then I slowly begin to circle her ass with the vibrating egg.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for more yet,” Jessica whispers dreamily as the egg wanders closer to her sex.

“Just relax,” I say. “I’ll do it softly.”

With that I gently trace the buzzing egg between her ass cheeks until it hums between them, snug against her tiny anus. Her eyes widen dramatically.

“Mm, mm, oh…!” Jessica stammers as I hold the egg against her.

I slide the egg further down, dragging it over her perineum and outer labia and then up to the little pink nub of her clit.

“God that feels good. Oh… God!” she whines.

I slide a hand between her shins and swing her topmost leg up and over my head in an arc, rolling her onto her back until she is again splay-legged in front of me. Still working the buzzing egg against her pussy I drop my face back into her lap and resume my ministrations.

Jessica begins to hum and pant as I suck on her swollen clit and slide the vibrating egg up and down the pink valley between her outer labia. I can taste the tangy juices of her cunt all over my tongue. I wander the little egg down toward her perineum and hold it there, just beneath the entrance of her vaginal canal. Then, ever so slowly, I start to press it inwards. The pink petals of her inner labia are wet and weeping. Their slippery, butter-like juice soon envelopes the egg, making it more difficult to control. Despite this copious lubricant, she is so tight that it actually requires a bit of pressure from my thumb to insert the egg up to its widest point.

Jessica gasps as the vibrating toy stretches her little opening. I chase the egg with my thumb, burying the whole thing inside of her. Its vibrations now buzz steadily within her while I work on her clit and outer labia with my mouth. Her moans become almost worried-sounding as I grind my face in circles on her clit while the little buzzing egg works its magic on her interior.

We pass another minute like this before the egg quits humming. Carefully, I insert my index finger into her, hook it around the little egg and draw it out. It emerges slowly at first, and then pops from her pussy with a moist gasp trailing a line of her clear juice. I ignite its vibration once more and prepare to re-insert it, but Jessica softly whispers, “No… Please just fuck me.”

I lift my head from between her skinny thighs and look at her face. Her eyes are barely half open and her long hair is tangled messily around her head. Her breath is ragged, panting in and out through pouted lips. She is cradling her sprawled-out tits, scissoring their cherry-sized nipples between her fingers.

I wipe the dew from my face and ask, “What?”

“Fuck me,” she whispers again. “Please… please, just fuck me.” A ruddy flush blooms across her neck and cheekbones.

Wordlessly I rise up onto my knees and shuffle forward between her splayed legs until my cock overshadows her pubic mound. I stare down at her miniature waist and girlish hips while stroking the length of my cock above her. Seeing myself superimposed on her tiny pelvis like this makes me wonder for a moment whether this is such a good idea after all. My shaft obscures everything up to her navel from view. But then Jessica surprises me by drawing her knees up to her Keçiören Escort chest and wrapping an arm tightly around them, rolling her pelvis up toward me. She crosses her ankles to one side and lets her little feet flutter in the air between us. She stares up at me expectantly.

I run a finger down the back of one of her tautly-drawn thighs and study the glistening, hairless mound of her pale cunt. I can feel the thudding pulse of new blood rushing into my cock, filling its chambers. I position a hand on her shiny butt and use my thumb to pry its round swell away from her waiting pussy. This opens a tiny gap between the bright pink petals of her inner labia. I bump my cockhead against this moist orifice, marveling again at the size difference between us. My organ looks much bigger than it should, almost impossibly wide in front of such a tender entrance. I smear the tip of my cock up and down in the buttery wetness of her little outer folds.

Jessica reaches down to her opposite butt cheek and tugs it aside, inviting me into her pouting cunt. Instead of diving in, I reach over her with my free hand and grab her crossed ankles. I lean forward and press her skinny legs all the way down until her shins land on the pillow beside her face. Her ass and tailbone lift involuntarily high up off the mattress and the air is forced from her lungs in a worried “huuh” as her toes disappear into the gap between mattress and headboard. Now I can feel the warm mouth of her pussy pressing hard up against the root of my penis. The stretched vee of her inverted ass embraces my dangling ball sack.

Her eyes widen at the defenselessness of her new jackknifed posture. I bring one foot up to support some of my weight and then start smearing the underside of my cock all over her waiting pussy. The honey-like viscosity of her juice clings to my cock, creating drippy threads between us every time I pull away. She whines, begging impatiently to be penetrated, and wiggles her inverted ass up against my balls. I drag the length of my shaft back and forth across her slippery exterior and then rhythmically beat my cockhead down upon her clit. This produces a soft but satisfying sound: smack, smack, smack.

“Nn-Hmm… please!” Jessica whines with a shallow breath. Her nubile young body squirms under the leveraged weight that pins her feet way back over her head. The wriggling of her ass merely taunts me. I keep swinging my heavy head down onto her wet opening.

Smack, smack, smack…

Finally I raise my hips and aim the length of my cock straight down at the entrance of her waiting pussy. Jessica’s eyes widen as I snug the tip firmly between her pouting labia. I then return one hand to her ass cheek, prying its elastic flesh apart. In this way I am able to hold Jessica’s folded body motionless beneath me with one firm grip on her ankles and another on her tautly stretched ass. She stares at the nine inches of thick cock standing vertically upon her little pussy. A worried crease darkens her brow and her mouth widens to an expectant gape.

I begin to ease down into her. She emits a long, anxious wail as her entire pussy rolls inward beneath the blunt wedge of my cockhead. The soft petals of her inner labia disappear entirely, submerged under the pressure.

“Oh wow, ow… Aah!” Jessica pants as her snug entrance is stretched by my bulbous girth. I balance a bit more weight on my vertical shaft and watch as it creeps downward. As the enormous mushroom-head of my cock begins to disappear within her, she slaps the mattress and cries out: “Wait!”

I freeze, savoring this moment of extreme mechanical tension as her body slowly stretches to accommodate me. A few heartbeats later, the outermost circle of her wet canal swallows my cock’s helmet with a silent pop.

“Oh my God that’s so fucking big!” she screams. I feel her little cunt cinch tight around the neck of my cock. My engulfed head throbs within her. My balls tingle.

When I press deeper her eyes wince and water immediately, so I ease back. I pull my cock slowly outward, allowing the glistening lips of her pussy to reemerge. Just when her inner labia reappear, unfolding themselves around my withdrawing cockhead, I push downward again. Her ample lubrication allows me to slide in this time rather than crushing her labia so far inward. She whines loudly as I squeeze just my head back into her, then follow it with another inch of cock.

I shut my eyes with glee. She is incredibly tight. In a flash of impatience, I draw back and then maniacally shove half my length down into her upended body.

“Yow!” Jessica yells, slapping her hands against my torso. “Slower!”

I raise my pelvis, dragging almost all of my cock back out of her whimpering body. Looking down, I watch her innermost pink petals appear again. They cling to my withdrawing shaft like miniature tongues, leaving trails of clear slime in their wake.

Jessica digs her fingernails into my skin in panicky anticipation of my Etimesgut Escort next downward plunge. I ease down very slowly this time, lowering the first four inches of my monster cock into her young pussy.

“Oh my Goh-ahd!” she howls as the air escapes her squashed lungs. I move my right hand from her ass to the pillow beside her head and lift myself onto my toes so I am horizontal above her. My cock stands like a vertical connector between us. I release my grip on her ankles, letting her legs spring back against my left shoulder as I bring myself face-to-face with her nervous, clenched expression. Holding her wide-eyed stare with my own gaze, I thrust sharply back into her.

A high-pitched squeal rewards this new intrusion. I raise my hips once more and then begin a series of short, quick thrusts.

“Aaa, Aaa, Aaa, Aaa…!” she chants in synch with my repeated strokes. I pump half my length into her over and over, bouncing her body against the springy mattress. Her wetness embraces my cock. Gradually I add more and more weight behind each stroke, hoping to penetrate her upturned cunt even further. The bed shakes with each impact. Jessica moans like an animal beneath me, gasping for breath as I pump myself into her. Little tears slide back across her sweating temples.

I find myself grunting as I steadily hammer my cock inch by inch into her, forcing her tender interior to accommodate me. Her squashed left tit bursts free from beneath her legs and starts to swing rhythmically with my thrusts. Her hands clutch at my flanks, guiding my downward strokes. I widen my stance for better balance and then grab her swirling breast with my hand. I gather its spongy mass and shove it in a pile toward her face. Without interrupting the steady beating of my cock into her pussy, I dip my head and capture her swollen nipple between my lips.

“Yeah,” she whines. “Do that!”

I tug at her nipple sharply with my mouth as I continue trying to pound my wide cock further into her. Her staccato moans jump an octave higher, punctuated by my bouncing impacts. I suck on her fat tit some more and then grab her areola and stretch it up toward her own mouth. “Oh!” she yelps as I pinch the distended cherry of her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

“Lick it,” I whisper, pressing the tip of her nipple against her chin.

Her eyes wince as my downward strokes continue to hammer tiny body, but she consents by darting her pink tongue out and licking the outstretched nipple.

“Good girl,” I whisper before releasing her tit and returning my hand to the mattress to support myself. “Keep doing that while I fuck you.”

I feel her cunt clench tightly around the trunk of my cock in response to this instruction, denoting an obvious spike in her arousal. She gathers the hill of her one free boob in hand and rolls its big nipple up toward her mouth. Then she starts distractedly licking and sucking her nipple like an animated hentai whore while I pound against the elastic limits of her little pussy her harder and harder, making her exhale with each blow.

Her doubled-over body continues to shake with each impact of my cock. Glancing down between strokes, I see that I have managed to wedge about seven inches of my cock into her. The aroused lips of her pussy have swollen to twice their original size. Her little pink clit has burst from its bald hood and risen up to seek my pubic bone, but there are still two inches between us.

I draw back farther and re-double my efforts.

“MNN, NNN, NNN!” Jessica whines as my fat cock repeatedly punches her depths. She continues trying to suck her own nipple but the assault from my cock is overwhelming her. I press my shoulder down against her legs to lift her tailbone higher off the mattress again, adjusting the angle of my penetrations for maximum depth. Her girlish whining climbs to a higher pitch as the next few strokes successfully hammer-in the eighth inch of my cock.

“Oh gawwd! You’re going to break me!” she pleads.

I feel engulfed within her now, enjoying the “fap, fap, fap” of my balls against her ass. I thrust deeper and deeper into her pelvis. Jessica goes briefly silent, her mouth agape and her eyes tightly shut. Warm juice spits from her cunt. Finally, as I am breaking into a full sweat, the final inch of my thick shaft disappears into her with a wet smack.

“Fucking so big!” she screams.

I crush my pubic bone down onto her prominent clit and hold it there, stretching her pussy with the entirety of my organ. She writhes beneath me, braying with pleasure. I can feel the tip of my cock pressing hard against her tailbone. The ecstatic sensation of being fully inserted swells my chest with endorphins. My balls boil. Sweat drips from my face.

I withdraw most of my length and then start rigorously fucking her with full, hard insertions that slap my balls into the valley of her ass. Jessica’s arms flap helplessly against my shoulders as the entirely of my cock disappears repeatedly into her tiny body. I bounce my pubic bone against her clit. She bites her lower lip and pants with each blow, emitting a “himm, himm, himm” sound from within her throat. The interior circumference of her pussy is so tight that I almost feel guilty fucking her so hard, but I can’t resist the pleasure. I feel the end of my cock ramming the gummy firmness of her tailbone over and over.

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Our embers could burn throughout your wallswhen we crash together,even though it takes twoto ignite such a furious coreYou were the very first sparkto reach out from the cold, boundless in your desire,only intensifying with timewhen caged in a vessel of bone and skin.If cautiously peeled away,the coiling Büyükesat Escort essence beneath would be almost predatory,ready to snare me upon sight.I felt you all around me before then.When the snow finally melted,all I knew was this heat,the Beşevler Escort electric charge in your handssignaling raw bliss in every nerve,my flesh sails towards you,infinite in my desire.Our embers could cool down through the crevices Cebeci Escort we’ve claimedduring our inevitable collide,one released breath can fan against such a furious coreTo ignite a mass of mass of flamesonce more through the tremoring dark,you were the first spark to reach mebefore the design of any other’s firegrazed this atlas of caged bone and skin.If cautiously peeled away,you would see this essence coiling around all that I am,predatory and sweet all at once.I felt you surround me before then.When the snow finally melted,I only knew absolute heatand the raw current of blissful nerves peaking as my flesh sails towards you,infinite in our desire.

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My life hadn’t been the greatest, until I won a lawsuit that left me very well off for the rest of my life. I decided to leave my Midwest home and head west to start a new life. I ended up in Las Vegas; I guess the bright lights stopped me from going any further. I found a nice house, probably a little big for just myself, 4 bedrooms, 3 baths, and a full basement, but it was what I had always dreamed of owning.

I had been in Vegas for about 6 months when my mom called to talk, like she usually did about once a week. She told me that Mike and Jessica, some people that I use to work with, were planning on going to Vegas for their vacation. I handed talked to the two of them for quite a while, we had had a disagreement and had stopped talking. I told my mom to tell them that if they wanted they could stay with me and use one of my cars while they were here, that way they could save some of there money for gambling or gifts. She told them that she would talk to them and get back with me. About three days later my phone rang and it was Mike. We started with the normal chit chat and then the offer of him and his girlfriend, Jessica, staying at my house came up. I told him that they were more than welcome to stay with me since I had the room and they could use my car. We finalized all the arrangements and I waited for the day that they would arrive.

The day had finally arrived for Mike and Jessica to arrive. I headed for the airport and parked so that I could go in and meet them. I arrived at the gate as the plane was starting to unload. I watched passenger after passenger get off the plane until I saw Mike making his way out of the door and start heading towards me, he hadn’t really changed since the last time I saw him. As I looked over his shoulder I could see Jessica emerge from the doorway, my jaw almost hit the floor when I saw her. The last time I saw her she was a little heavyset, short hair and a bad case of acne, and rarely wore makeup. Now she was slim, with long hair, and her acne was gone. Her makeup was done perfectly, not too trashy, just enough to accent her natural beauty. She had on the tightest pair of jeans that I had ever seen and a little mid drift shirt that showed off her flat stomach and her large breast. As they walked up to me I greeted them and shook both their hands. We made our way to the baggage claim and then out the door to my car.

Things were pretty quiet on the ride home but I didn’t mind because all I was thinking about was Jessica as I watched her through the rear view mirror. We arrived at my place and headed in. I gave them the grand tour and then let them go off and settle into their room. That evening I took the two of them out for dinner so that we could talk and maybe try and work our differences out. Jessica looked amazing, wearing a very short tight mini skirt and skin tight shirt. I took them to a nice restaurant and we sat down and Eryaman Escort ate and talked the evening away. We had seemed to have worked out our differences but all I could think about was Jessica as she sat there in her mini skirt and kept uncrossing and then crossing her legs, giving me just a small peek, almost teasing me.

For the next few days the two of them would go out all day and night while I would usually stay home and just watch television. Then one night Mike was ready to head out but Jessica was not with him. I asked him where she was and he told me that she wasn’t feeling good so she was going to stay here while he went out. About an hour after he had left I was sitting on the couch watching television when I heard something behind me. As I turned around I saw Jessica heading down the stair in her short little silk robe. She came around and sat on the couch with me

and began watching television with me. We sat there in silence for a while and then I asked her if she was feeling better, she told me yes, figured that she had just be out doing too much partying and needed the rest. As we sat there I started noticing as she moved around on the couch that she wasn’t wearing anything under her robe. On a few occasions one of her nipples would slip into view and once I could see her bald pussy.

Trying to sit there and concentrate on what was on television plus trying to conceal the hard on that was stirring in my pants was getting hard to do and I think she was noticing. The movie had ended and I got up to get something to drink for the two of us. As I returned to the couch I nearly dropped the drinks when I found her completely naked stretched out on the couch. My eyes just moved up and down her body, taking the view in. As I got to the couch she grabbed the drinks from my hands and set them on the table. I just stood there unable to move or say anything.

As I stood there Jessica reached up and began to undo my pants. My pants quickly dropped to the floor and my underwear was following closely behind. There I stood with my eight inch cock standing straight up with Jessica looking in amazement at it. As she reached up and grabbed hold of my throbbing cock she told me that she wanted to say thank you for letting them stay at my place. Just as a started to tell her that she was welcome, she swallowed my entire cock down her throat. I moaned something but not really sure what it was. In all my sexual encounters I had never found a girl that could swallow my entire cock but she was taking it like it was nothing. Jessica’s mouth was working wonders on my cock. I grabbed her long hair and began pulling her face against me, forcing my cock down her throat. I could feel the cum building and she could sense that I was ready to let loose. She took my cock deep down her throat and used her tongue on my cock in ways Sincan Escort that I had never felt before. Within seconds I was shooting my load down her throat. She swallowed every last drop and then sucked on my cock for another minute making sure that she got all of my cum.

Once she had released my cock from her mouth I sat on the couch next to her and pulled my pants the rest of the way off and then took my shirt off. I leaned over and began to passionately kiss her as my hands found their way to her tits. I rubbed and squeezed on her nipples until they were poking out about an inch. I pulled my mouth away from hers and slowly made my way down to her tits, sucking on her nipples one at a time and then taking both of them in my mouth. As I started kissing my way down her stomach she leaned back on the couch. I made my way to her bald pussy and took a second to just take in the view. Once I had taken in the view it was time to get down to work. I slowly began to kiss the insides of her legs and then made my way around her pussy. Every time I would get close to her pussy she would start to arch her back in anticipation. After a few minutes of teasing her she couldn’t take anymore and grabbed my head and pulled my mouth to her pussy. Her pussy tasted like no other and her aroma was intoxicating. My tongue made its way directly to her clit and I licked and sucked on it gently, rolling it around with my tongue. She moaned softly as I sucked her clit. The faster I licked her clit the louder her moans got. Her juices were really starting to flow so I inserted a finger into her pussy, slowly sliding it in and out. The louder her moans got the harder I sucked on her clit and the faster I moved my finger in and out of her pussy. Jessica started to scream and then pulled my face into her pussy as her orgasm started running through her body. I licked up as much of her juices as possible as she slowly came down form her orgasm high.

I sat up and just watched her as she got up off the couch and then got on her knees in front of me. She slowly started sucking on my cock, bringing it back to life. Once she had gotten my cock hard and wet she stood up, turned her back to me and then slowly sat down on my lap, guiding my cock into her pussy. Her pussy was very tight and wet; I slid in with ease from her moisture. Her pace started slow as she slid up and down my cock. As she started to quicken her pace she leaned back against me and I began squeezing her tits with one hand and rubbing her pussy with the other. The faster I rubbed her clit the faster she rode my cock. Within minutes she was cumming all over my cock, collapsing back on me. I wasn’t done and she wasn’t either.

I moved her to her knees on the couch leaning over the back and slowly guided my cock into her pussy from behind. I went straight to pounding her pussy as hard as I Etlik Escort could grabbing her by the hips and pulling her to me as I thrust my cock into her. Jessica was screaming with pleasure as orgasm after orgasm swept over her body. Feeling a little bold I reached my hand under her and began rubbing my thumb against her pussy, getting her juices all over. I pulled my hand back up and slowly began to slide my thumb into her ass. She flinched at first but the more I slid my thumb in the more she relaxed and started getting into it. As I pounded her pussy with my cock I continued to finger her ass.

After about fifteen minutes she turned and looked at me with a wicked smile on her face. She reached around behind her and grabbed my cock, pulling it out of her pussy and then positioning it at the entrance to her ass. I had attempted to fuck other girls in the ass but none of them could handle it. I just looked at her with a smile on my face as I slowly started to push the head of my cock into her ass. As I got the head in she winced with pain, but then relaxed, so I slowly began to push my cock into her ass more. After I would get another inch or so into her I would stop to let her ass get use to me. Once my cock was completely in her I waited for a minute before I started to slide it in and out slowly. I couldn’t believe the feel of having my cock in her ass; it was like nothing I had ever felt. As I began moving my cock in and out of her ass she started letting out moans of pleasure. Her hand reached down and began to rub her clit as I fucked her ass. I could feel my orgasm starting to build so I quickened my pace. Jessica rubbed her clit faster as she felt her own orgasm coming on also. I quickly pulled my cock out of her ass and shot my cum all over her ass as she screamed from her own orgasm.

My cock hadn’t gotten soft just yet so I slowly guided it back into her ass. I pounded her ass hard and fast as she moaned from the pleasure. I grabbed Jessica and laid her on her back on the couch, grabbed her legs up over my shoulders and pushed my cock back into her ass. As I fucked her ass I inserted two fingers into her pussy and fucked her with my fingers. Jessica was going crazy as I fucked both her holes. She was squeezing her tits and pulling on her nipples, thrashing her head around in pleasure. I could feel another orgasm coming on and she sensed it. Jessica pushed me back and quickly jumped up and grabbed my cock. Slowly she began pumping my cock with her hand and then took me deep into her mouth. She sucked me long and slow until I was ready to cum. As I began to shoot my load she pulled my cock from her mouth and aimed it at her tits, smearing my cum all over her tits.

The two of us just sat there in each others arms for a few minutes before getting up and heading for the showers. Once we had both cleaned up we headed back downstairs and sat on the couch. This time she was wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Within the hour Mike came in from his night out and sat on the couch with us and gave Jessica a kiss. As we all sat there watching television Jessica and I couldn’t help but to flash each other looks. For the rest of their stay Jessica had a couple of other days were she “wasn’t feeling good.”

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It was later in the summer of my 18th year. My older neighbor, Mike, and I had shared my first m2m experience earlier that season. It had been a mutual, VERY enjoyable time. The feeling of comfort, safety and sensual lust…I don’t think it could have gone any better!

Here’s a quick reminder of my neighbor: He was a “cool guy,” a little taller than my own 6-foot-1, good looking and fit, but with a little extra padding. He was in his late 40s/early 50s and married to an OK-looking wife. They had a nice, clean home in our suburban neighborhood with a private, fenced backyard that ran next to our shared alley.

A few weeks after our first experience, I was over at his house doing a little yardwork. It was nothing much, just pruning a couple of trees, trimming some hedges; just a neighbor kid helping out a cool guy. It was warm, so he suggested we take our shirts off. It wasn’t an unusual suggestion, though I had an interesting feeling that that day just might be another fun one.

Now the last time we’d been alone together, we had gotten comfortable enough to explore each other. We’d broken the ice, as it were, by watching a little porn, which led to some pleasant mutual fondling and then the hottest experience of my young life — so far.

After some playtime in his garage, we’d made our way back into his house, and with his gentle guidance, I got to touch and suck my first cock. The memory still gets me rock hard to this day! If you’d like a quick reminder, I suggest you read my earlier tale, “My First M2M Experience.”

Anyway, as we were working, Mike casually brought up our good time together and asked me if I ever thought about it. I glanced down, smiled somewhat shyly and nodded yes.

“All the time,” I managed to eke out.

He laughed and said he thought about it a lot as well. He mentioned that he’d “casually” told a good friend of his about our shared fun, adding that he hoped that didn’t upset me. For some reason, it didn’t. I trusted Mike, and my young lusts were aflame again.

He said his buddy, Tom, was another guy in our ‘hood, a bit older than himself, probably in his Cebeci Escort mid-to-late 60’s. “Just another regular, ole guy, retired, and living out his golden years.” It seemed Tom’s wife had passed away several years prior, and he and Mike had taken up a friendship. “Nice enough dude,” Mike said. “Kind of a loner. He didn’t know too many people in the area anymore, really.”

I just listened. I liked to hear Mike talk, and as I’ve said before, there was something about an older man that just captivated my attention, not to mention my young lust.

“Yeah, Tom’s said he’d seen you around, here and there. He said he thought you were quite the looker!”

I’m sure I blushed, not exactly how to respond to the compliment.

“Anyway,” Mike continued, “I invited him over to hang out, maybe have a beer with us, whaddya think about that?”

I mumbled something like “that sounds like fun,” yet I could feel a stirring in my cock. “When were you guys thinking about doing that?” I asked, hoping my voice didn’t give away my impending excitement.

Just then, we heard a voice holler over the fence, “Hey Mike…you home?”

“Well, speak of the devil himself,” Mike said, dropping a quick wink at me before hollering back over the fence: “We’re out here in the backyard, Tom. Gates’s unlocked. Mind you throw the catch when you come in!”

I glanced up, squinting into the halo of sun that surrounded our visitor. As he stepped forward, his tall frame blocked out the haze, and I got my first glimpse of Mike’s pal. He was also tall — I’d put him around 6-foot-3 — with a full head of grey hair bordering on white, solid build with a bit of a belly. Due to the temperature, he was dressed in a pair of madras shorts and a short-sleeved button-up.

“Hey there neighbor” he intoned, putting his hand out to shake Mike’s. He turned to me with a pleasant smile, arm outstretched and said, “And you must be Dave. Heard a lot of nice things about you son!”

I reached out to accept his shake, my hand all but swallowed up in his firm grip. I’ll admit my Kolej Escort knees went a little weak when I heard this attractive older man call me “son.”

“It’s very nice to meet you as well, sir,” I said.

“No, no,” he chuckled, “no need for ‘sirs’ here amongst buddies my boy!” But with a sly glance, and a low wink at Mike, he said, “Not yet anyway, right boys?”

We all had a quick laugh at that, then Tom asked what we were up to. My neighbor quickly broke down that we’d just finished trimming and were about to have a cool drink if he’d care to join us.

“It’s getting a bit warm out here anyway, so why don’t we gather up these tools and toss ’em in the garage.” Mike said.

Chapter 2

I quickly gathered up the trimmer, rake and everything else we’d used and made my way to the side door of the garage.

“Quite the helper ya got the Mike,” Tom said. “I need to find myself an upwardly mobile young man myself one of these days!”

I felt my cheeks redden and found myself saying, “I could give you a hand sometime, if you need. If you think I could be of some assistance, that is.” I heard a low chuckle from the two mature men as they followed me into the back building. My unseen blush deepened.

As I was hanging up the tools, I heard the sound of a couple of cans cracking open. I turned to see the two men upended their beers. It was a little cooler in the garage out of the direct sun, and I felt my nipples start to firm up.

“Well, that’s right neighborly of you, Son. Real fine!” Tom said.

Mike glanced at me, then passed a look at Tom, saying, “Dave’s a good kid, although he’s filling out to be quite the man this summer!” I didn’t have anything to say, so I kind of just shuffled my feet. The silence and a slight tension hung in the air.

“I see you’ve still got that old reel-to-reel projector out here buddy,” The older gentlemen said. “Molly [Mike’s wife] got ya keepin’ it outside.”

Mike guffawed. “Yeah, she doesn’t see the point anymore, at least since we got that new VHS machine in the house. She can Yenimahalle Escort watch all her shows on the box inside these days.”

I thought back to the first time Mike and I had watched a movie on the projector, the real beginning of our playtime.

“I still like it though,” said Mike, his large hand dropping down to adjust his swelling crotch. “I still got some great flicks for that baby. Why, Dave here and I watched one not too long ago I seem to remember us enjoying!” He winked at me, and I grinned back. “At least I seem to remember we did. Ain’t that right, Davie?”

He dropped an arm around my bare shoulders, and I replied, quickly, “Oh yes, sir!”

I felt Tom’s presence draw smoothly closer. I looked up. His smile was infectious as he reached out and rumpled my hair in his big hand. “Did you two have a good time together Son?” he asked huskily.

I could almost feel the heat coming off of him as I nodded my head. “I had a great time that day,” I almost whispered. I turned to Mike and found his smile reassuring. “Didn’t you sir?”

I felt Mike’s arm leave my shoulder and move down my bare back. “I did indeed…Son.” His manly hand cupped my young buttcheek. “I most DEFINITELY did!”

I basked in his approval and felt myself press slightly back into his embrace. My teen cock throbbed as I let this mature man grope me.

Tom’s voice was thick as he said, “I’ll bet that was quite a sight,” and tousled my hair. I felt the sexual tension as this new man, this new Daddy, sized me up. His gaze intent, he ran his coarse finger down my hairless chest, his thick finger tracing my now painfully stiff nipple.

My eyes were glazed as Tom tugged on my young teat, then I strained into his grip as he lowered his heavy paw onto my bulging young meat. “You like Daddy feeling up that young cock Son?”

“Yes!”, I gushed. “Yes, Daddy.”

Mike’s own hand left my ass and found my hand. He placed my trembling fingers on Tom’s massive bulge. “I think he likes what you’re packing, Tom. You like Mr. Tom’s cock, Davie?” I could only nod mutely, my fingers wrapping tightly around the hot thickness forcing its way through the denim. “You want to feel it, now, don’t you?”

“Please!” I heard myself beg. Then, taking the back of my neck in his other heavy hand Tom pulled my ear in close to his lips. “If you take Daddy’s cock out, you’re gonna have to be my good little Boy. Do you want to be Daddy’s good boy, Son?”

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Being bisexual, I have always been attracted a certain kind of man. A man with an in-shape body, dark hair, always shorter than me, skinny, a cute small ass and a pretty boy face. All of that could peak my interest in men. Although I have never pursued anything anal, I had more fun with men on nights I couldn’t pick up a girl, or just felt like being with a man. I was more than happy to spend the night making out, mutual masturbation and even a little oral fun.

On a night out with some friends, we took our fun to some of the local clubs on a lazy Friday night. The Clubs ended up being beyond boring. When most of the girls in our party decided to dance at a gay club, most of the guys said goodnight. The girls in the group wanted to go to a gay bar to dance without other men or losers hitting on them. I thought I would tag along, and actually found a boy that matched my criteria for some dancing and maybe more.

I am a tall blonde haired man, on the skinny side, but well built. The boy I was dancing with was shorter than me and was more of the girl as I played more the part of the man as we flirted and danced. We had our fun on the dance floor and feeling each other out. But soon the night was ending and my new friend was going to leave me alone.

Many of my girlfriends said I always picked the same kind of guy and dared me to go outside the norm. As they sat and tried to think up of different kinds of men for me to date I finished my beer and told them to let me know when they had a solution. I went home disappointed and slept off my buzz.

The next morning, Connie, one of the girls that I was out with the night before, called me to tell me what kind of man I should be looking for. I couldn’t believe that they were that serious about it.

“I was working out this morning at the gym,” she said, “and it hit me, you should be looking for a beefy weight lifter.”

I laughed at her. “You can’t be serious!”

“Of course I’m serious,” she pouted, “someone who is at least 300 pounds of pure muscle and over 6 feet tall.”

“Yea, like any of those guys are bi or gay.” I just couldn’t see it.

“Come on Keith, you took our dare, so why don’t you come work out with me later today and we will scope some men out.”

I could believe that this is what my drunken big mouth had gotten me into. I reluctantly agreed, and the two of us made a plan to catch a 6 foot, 300 pound brute. We agreed that I would have to be more girly so Connie was going to lend me one of her leotards she sometimes wears to work out.

I showed up at Connie’s and was surprised to see what she had planned for me to wear. It was a bright shiny pink body suit that was closed toed and had long sleeves with a low cut front to show most of my chest. Over those was a high cut thong one piece that was black. With black leg warmers and some pink tennis shoes, I took a look at myself in the mirror. The ’80s called and wanted their look back.

Even though I felt I looked ridiculous, Connie almost thought it looked sexy on me. The leotard was tight and showed of my impressive package as well as most of the rest of my body. The way the leotard felt against my body felt nice so I thought whatever, even if I just wear this to the gym it may get me out of this ridiculous dare.

Some of my other girlfriends had decided to meet us at the gym and most laughed at my outfit as I took a place behind one of the tread mills. Connie did some scouting for me as I got comfortable looking very feminine and scaring the locals away from me. Connie finally came back to pull my arm over to the free weights and I met a few rather large men, but all mostly looked upon me in horror. The ordeal ended mercifully as we unsuccessfully flirted and talked to 7 or 8 strong men.

Connie finally gave up her crusade and we took off. When we got back to Connie’s I decided to just go home and I would send her clothes back after I had washed them. As I drove home I couldn’t help but think of some of the men we saw with their hands on my leotard thighs. I was starting to heat up my body with these runaway thoughts that by the time I drove into my parking space, my cock was rock hard in my workout uniform.

I ran into my apartment and pursued my new fantasy. I turned my stereo on to the same classic rock station at the gym. I kicked off my pink tennis shoes and began a little dirty dance for no one. I was imagining I was a sexy workout chick that was trying to turn on one of those burly men. Soon my body wanted to fuck and be fucked.

The tightness of the leotard and the sexy images in my mind suddenly made me explode. I came so hard that Connie’s leotards could barely keep it in. I then laid on the floor, letting my body settle and come back from pleasure land. I was such an intense moment that I knew I wanted more. I cleaned up Büyükesat Escort after myself and washed Connie’s leotard in hopes of returning it to her and continued on with my weekend.

A few weeks later I was sent on a business trip to Los Angeles. I was excited to go to L.A. for a week that when I packed I came across the leotard I had yet to return to Connie. For some reason I packed it with the leg warmers and pink tennis shoes. I thought maybe in my hotel room after a long day of meetings I could unwind in them. It was a kinky thought, but I liked it.

When I arrived in L.A. and got to the hotel I began regretting packing the leotard as most of the week I would be in meetings. The first couple of days went by with little fanfare, just worked then slept. I had little time to go out and experience L.A. On the second to last day we cut meetings short and I finally had some time on my hands to experience a little of the city.

I decided to get one work out in and I put on my normal shorts and t-shirt and went to the hotel gym. I took a few minutes warming up then hit the stair master. I worked out for a good 30 minutes and then did a little free weight work when I saw him.

He was lifting the heaviest weights in the room. His short dark hair and piercing brown eyes caught my attention, and then it was his well built body. His arms ripped of muscle, his ass was tight and strong, and his thighs were three times the mass of mine. When he stood, he stood a good 3 inches taller than me. He was in a tank and shorts.

I stared at him as he lifted the heaviest setting on every machine and every free weight. He knew I was staring at him because every now and then he would look over and smile. I would freeze and give a quick smile then look away, only to return my gaze on him.

Finally I worked up the courage to at least say hi. As I walked over to him, he stopped his workout and looked a bit puzzled at me. I thought for sure I was going to blow it and keep walking past him. But I decided I was either going to sink or swim.

“Hey, that is quite a workout,” I said to him.

“Thanks,” he responded a little confused.

“I’m Keith,” I said holding my hand out to shake. I remembered what Connie said about being more feminine around these men so I let my wrist be a little limp. His hands were surprisingly soft although I could feel the enormous strength this man had.

“Hi, I am Sean,” he said as we shared a handshake. I could tell by his demeanor that he was a bit surprised at my weak handshake.

“Look, I know this might sound a little forward,” I started, “but my business associate can’t make it to dinner tonight and I was wondering if you would like to join me. I mean the dinner is already paid for,” I lied, “and it would be a shame for me just to sit alone. You’re the only person I have met today.”

It took a moment for this to digest in his muscle bound brain. I felt like bolting away. But instead he started to nod. “Sure,” he said, “where is dinner?”

I quickly told him of a restaurant down the street from the hotel and told him to be there at six. He agreed and we parted ways. I immediately went to my room, I was so sexually charged from our brief encounter that my cock was standing straight up. I tried to calm myself down thinking that it may not even be sex. He is probably straight as an arrow, I thought.

Deciding what to wear was excruciating. I finally resigned that nothing would happen so I suited up in my best business attire and made my way early to the restaurant. I got a table that was a bit out of the way and set up the meal so it would just be paid for, no bill. I then waited as 6 o’clock came and past. I was starting to get nervous after another half hour slipped past.

But then there he was, wearing a sport coat and turtle neck. Sean had a wide smile on his face and greeted me with a hug. It totally took me off guard but when a 300 pound man wants to hug you, you better let him.

We started in on dinner and made plenty of small talk. Sean was from Kansas City and enters body building competitions all over the country. He works out twice a day, and loves to keep his body big. We sat and talked, and ate. When dinner was over we ordered one more round of drinks. I was a bit curious so I worked up the nerve to finally ask.

“So do you take steroids?” I asked.

“I do,” he said nonchalantly. “You can’t win in this sport with out taking them.”

“Doesn’t that ruin your sex drive?”

“Yea,” he shrugged, “but after working out I always get a little horny, and there are plenty of little workout bunnies at the gym that I like to leave with.”

“Ah,” I resigned. He is straight as an arrow.

“There is just something about a cute bod in tight leotards,” Elvankent Escort he laughed.

“So are you going to work out again tonight?” I asked him.

“Oh yea,” Sean said while he looked at a couple of girls walking in to the bar area. “I will be down there after dinner, need to change and then hit the weights.”

“How long do you work out in a stretch?”

“About an hour to hour and a half?”

The rest of the conversation was about little things. There was little going on in that head of Sean’s. Still he got some of my jokes, and we ended up having seconds on the drinks. Sean was a nice guy, but a stupid one. It was almost a turn off.

Our drinks finished quickly and we shared a cab back to the hotel. I was beginning to feel disappointed about the whole deal when we walked in the lobby together. We said our good byes in front of the elevator and he came in for a hug thanking me for dinner. Then we parted ways.

Standing in my room I couldn’t believe that it went so badly for me, and I flopped down on the bed. I tried to fantasize about the dinner going differently. That is when I turned my head toward my suitcase and a piece of Connie’s leotard was poking out. Thinking of my conversation with him before, I looked at the clock and decided to take another chance on Sean.

I quickly disrobed, slipping into the hot pink bodysuit. Then I pulled on the black thong one piece with leg warmers and pink tennis shoes. I took a quick look in the mirror. It defiantly looked gay, but I pulled the black thong piece up to give my ass a good wedgie. I gave my ass a nice rounded look in the pink leotards.

I took a towel and wrapped it around my neck and checked the clock again. I should be arriving when Sean would be finishing. I made my way to the hotel gym. My mind was in a whirlwind, a high that I can’t really describe. I ignored all of the raised eyebrows in my direction.

Sean was lifting some heavy weights on a bench on the opposite side of the gym. I called his name to say hi then walked straight to the stair master. Sean did an obvious double take. He was in shorts and a wife beater. He must have liked what he saw because it didn’t take long for him to walk my way.

“Hey,” he said looking more at my body than me, “that is quite the outfit.”

I brushed my hand across his chest in a very girly manner. “Oh I am glad you like it Sean.”

He stood there and watched a few seconds of me working out. I was so excited that I finally had him on a hook. His strong soft hands began to run up my legs. I must have been very excited because it showed as I marched up imaginary stairs. Then his hands reached my ass and he cupped them. I gave him a coy look.

“Then you must like boys somewhat,” I cooed. He didn’t respond, just ran his fingers up and down the crack of my ass as I slowed my workout machine down. I was enjoying this little touchy feely moment. I could start to feel the pure sexual power well up in my body.

“I think we should go somewhere,” Sean said, still concentrating on my body.

“Lead the way cutie.”

He helped me off the machine and we held hands to the elevators. Sean was so much bigger than me that I truly felt womanly as we stood in the elevator in a close embrace. Our arms wrapped around one another, my fingers feeling out his gigantic muscles. We reached his floor and we quickly found his room. Sean fumbled with the key.

Once inside though, his strong hands were all over me. He picked me up with little effort. I have never experience such a feeling of being overwhelmed by somebody. He laid me gently on the bed and resumed his feeling of my body in the tight workout leotards. I arched my back in pleasure and moaning when he did something that felt good, which was everything.

Then his strong hands reached my harden cock and stopped. I looked at him, as I could see the puny little gears in his head turning. I took his hand and ran it gently the length of my cock. Sean picked up that it was okay for him to play with it. The gentle rubbing started to become more of a deep rub. I have never felt such power before as he rubbed my cock making it harder and harder.

Then he leaned in. I found myself driving my tongue into this man’s mouth. I wrapped my hands around his thick neck and thrust my hips each time he rubbed my cock through those hot pink leotards. The kiss was intense and both of us were moaning as our tongues danced with one another.

I pulled him away just enough to tell him I wanted his penis. Sean resumed his hard kissing and worked himself out of is shorts at the same time. I was almost shocked when I saw it. Sean was a big muscle man, but he had a tiny cock. It was almost the size of my pinky finger.

I almost wanted to laugh but I Beşevler Escort held back. I started to rub it hard expecting it to grow, but it was at full capacity. The steroids obviously did a number on him. Sean sat on my chest and tilted my head up towards his member. The forcefulness took me off guard, but in a way also turned me on. I started to suck him off, he was bucking his hips with each stroke.

Sean’s body tensed up and I had to find a way to stop him from cumming so soon. I reached my hand to his strong chest in a motion to tell him to stop. Sean obliged and dismounted me.

“I know you want to fuck so bad baby,” I cooed at him, “so why don’t you soap up that cock of yours and take my ass.” I couldn’t believe I said it. I never did anything anal. Maybe it was the tiny cock, or the need just to get fucked, or Sean’s power over my both physically and sexually. What ever the reason, I wanted my ass violated by him.

Sean took little time lubing up his tiny prick and I slipped out of my leotards and pushed them to my thighs. Just as I bent over to take off the leg warmers, Sean was in me. His cock, though tiny, was red hot and my anus suddenly exploded with pain and pleasure at the same time. I screamed the first couple of thrusts inside me, but then as Sean gained rhythm, I was starting to enjoy it.

At times I couldn’t feel him, it would just be his beefy thighs against the back of my legs. But I knew he was inside me, and that was sending my body into pleasurable sexual throngs. My chest was beat red, my neck and thighs also reddened. My cock stayed surprisingly limp during the ordeal, but it felt so good flinging around each time Sean pounded my ass.

And almost as fast as he had entered, Sean’s body went rigid, his cock, the biggest I had ever felt it that night, exploded. He was filling my ass with his cum. He let out a huge grunt and made sure all of it had gone inside me.

When he finished I turned and pulled him close. For some reason I felt I needed him to hug me, to have those large arms around me. We kissed standing up for a short while before he lifted me once more onto the bed and kissed some more.

The kissing was electric, and my hands over his strong body sent shivers through my spine. I never wanted to cuddle so badly. I was becoming a big pussy I thought over and over as we kissed and touched, but I didn’t care. I pulled the leotards back up over my waist as to not make too much of a mess on the bed. Sean didn’t seem to mind because his hands were all over my leotard encased cock once more.

“You didn’t get a chance,” he said after a long session of kissing.

“I know,” I purred. “Do you want to suck it?”

“No,” Sean responded. I was a little hurt by that, but was feeling too good to care. “But I will let you jerk off on my body, anywhere except the face.”

I pushed him back on the bed and gave him a playful little kiss. Then I pulled my cock out and began to slowly stroke it over his washboard abs. In comparison I was almost 3 times bigger and thicker than Sean’s. I smiled at that piece of knowledge as I built up my sexual tension to cum.

Sean turned his head away, he didn’t want to watch. That was fine with me, and after feeling his strong chest and abs with one hand and masturbating with the other, I exploded all over his chest. I rubbed my seed around his muscles for a few minutes and then licked my fingers clean.

Sean’s demeanor changed. I could tell suddenly he wasn’t into it anymore. Rather than try to recreate the previous mood, I took my hint and quickly dressed and started to leave. As I finished putting my leotard back in place and taking a towel to cover the now drenched spots both in the back and the front, Sean disappeared into the bathroom.

I left with out a word and returned to my room. I took off the leotards, legwarmers and pink shoes and jumped in the shower. My ass starting to feel sore and gobs of cum were leaking out. I must have stayed in there for a couple of hours reliving the experience in my head. I made myself cum several times until no more could come out.

The next morning I continued my day of meetings and could hardly concentrate. After a day of meetings I went to a workout store and bought a black and leopard print leotard. I thought I would work out one more time to see if Sean was there. I even wore women’s perfume and slapped on some lip liner. But Sean wasn’t there. After getting some strange looks from the ones that were there, I decided to go back to my room and pack for the flight back the next morning.

When I got home, Connie was the first girl I saw when returning her leotard, freshly cleaned. I told her everything that happened. She was laughing the whole time.

“So do you have any proof?” She asked with an eyebrow raised.

“What, you think I made this up.”

“Oh you just happen to go to L.A. and come back fucked by a 300 pound gorilla?”

We both snickered at the idea. But I told her it was the first and last time I would be seen with such a man. But from time to time I think of Sean working out and I slip into my black and leopard print leotard and fantasize about another night with him.

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I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I’ve been off-the-rails horny for weeks. I don’t mean, “I want sex,” kind of horny; I mean constantly dripping, everything makes me need an orgasm, no matter how much I get, I need more kind of horny. This is partially because my boyfriend is so wonderful; partially because my friends are so wild that I’m the prurient, conservative one. Part of it is growing up with hippie, swinging parents that embraced and celebrated sexuality. Most of all, my problem is me. I finally have everything I’ve ever dreamed of and the freedom and support to indulge my primal impulses. Pandora’s slutty box has been opened.There’s no drug so addictive as being celebrated for being slutty and crazy, no greater pleasure than being rewarded for going insane with lust. I’ve become a lust-glutton; that’s two deadly sins for the price of one. While my journey began the moment I met Glade, my boyfriend, I think the straw that broke the bimbo’s back was when I took him to the strip club a few weeks ago. If anything gave me the green light, it was our visit to the red light district.I forget exactly why I decided to surprise him. I think that either I was going emotionally insane or he had just been so perfect, which he always is, that I wanted to do something special. I do recall being so horny that I masturbated constantly all day, trying to think of something crazy-special. I wanted to get him so turned on that he’d rip off my clothes and pound me hard and fast, releasing gallons of cum into me, on me, all over me. Just the thought of it had me so wet that I was fucking myself with everything around his house. My toys, kitchen utensils, tools, you name it; anything vaguely phallic was tested for pleasure, sometimes more than once.Hired guns, paid, by me, to get him all worked up, seemed, at the time, to be a perfect idea. Young, nubile, limber, and sexy bodies grinding on him, while I watched, seemed like a stroke of genius. They make their living selling the promiscuous, sex-kitten vibe. I’d dress to thrill, tip them enough to give him “extra special” attention, and he’d be putty in my hands. I gave out a maniacal laugh as I fingered myself to the thought of my nefarious plan.I’m not sexually naive, but I’m not exactly the type of woman that hangs out in strip clubs. I seldom ever watch porn. I have, however, been to a strip club a few times in my life. I knew what to expect.The important thing was to dress and act in such a fashion that allowed me to compete with professional sluts. Not that strippers are sluts, mind you, but that is the packaging and the sales pitch; the fantasy is the product. Rather than try to match them, point-for-point, I went with a softer, more natural, slutty vibe.Teasing my hair into soft, flowing, draping curls, I got my hair just perfect. Heavy base foundation, covering my freckles because they’d stand out like mud specks in the mood lighting, was a smooth canvas for my warpaint. Dark, blood-red lips, outlined in black, with just a hint of deep charcoal blush accenting my cheekbones, and dark, smoky eye shadow, with lots of mascara, made me look like a flame-haired sexpot. Not bothering to shower despite my day-long masturbation marathon, I pulled one of the oldest tricks in the books.Running my hands over my sopping pussy until they were soaked, I rubbed my sex juices all over my body. The nape of my neck, my cleavage, and my forearms got second and third doses of my liquid sex. Covering my copulins with just a bit of musk made me smell like I just fucked the entire Trojan army, instant sex-appeal for manly men and, surprisingly, women. I covered my nudity Demetevler Escort with a pale green, stonewashed, cotton dress. It was a bodice dress with a zig-zag pixie hem, stopping a few inches above my knees.The jagged hem had plenty of gaps, all of them allowing my bare thighs to show when I walked or sat. The color matched my moss-green eyes well, and it was almost the perfectly complimentary color to offset my hair. The bodice-top portion allowed me to tighten or loosen it as I saw fit with front ties and a waist cinch. Tight in the waist, to show off the roundness of my ass from behind, and loose up top, so I could jiggle and bend with my too-small breasts appearing to be much larger and more round than they are, finished up my wardrobe. Simple flats shod my feet. Even that bitch in the mirror thought I looked hot.Both looking and smelling like sex unleashed, I finished up the preparations. Where I live, the all-nude strip clubs are bring-your-own-bottle. I chose four bottles of honeyed wine, infused with green herbals as a kicker. Feeling nervous about what I had planned, I also ate a few herbal green edibles. Yes, I can go sexually crazy, but sometimes I like the carefree, tingling that accompanies such recreationals to enhance the mood.Saying he was surprised when he got home is the understatement of the century. By the time he opened the door, I had worked myself up into a sexual frenzy that eclipsed my previous state. I was splayed out on the couch, my dress pulled up, moaning like the slut I am, with my favorite purple double-headed dildo, called Barney, buried in each hole as I fingered my clit.I didn’t even stop masturbating when he came in. “Hi, aaah, honey, mmm, are you, ah, fuck, I’m going to cum again, ready to go out?”Pulling Barney out of my swollen, heated cunt, licking my cum off of it, I made a show of moaning and fingering myself until I had licked it clean. Springing up, giving him a big, wet, passionate kiss, I pulled him out the door. He was dressed in a deep purple, satiny button-down, tapered to show off that inverted triangle body of his, and loose, pleated slacks. He was clean, smelled like a magical forest, and so devastatingly handsome that he didn’t need to change. A not-so-quick drive into, then across, town, and we were at our destination. It was a weeknight; there were very few cars in the parking lot.Popping yet another edible, leaving him to grab the bottles, I skipped towards the door. The strip club was a low, squat single-story brick building with a small awning. The interior was a decent attempt at low-brow class. Emerald-painted half-walls, emerald full walls with foiled accenting and trim, and white-lined stages dominated the place. The mood lighting was dark with a predominance of black-lighting, giving everything a sexy glow. Dark carpet and a long bar finished off the interior. There were a few rows of tables, lots of chairs up near the stage, which featured a catwalk-style outcropping, and some booths lining the back walls. A lithe, buxom black woman with legs like ebony pillars was finishing up her set.Near the bar, on my left, sat a group of three men in business attire. They looked at me excitedly as I paid the door person, who looked like a dancer, and asked for fifty ones. Their looks turned to disappointment when they realized that I was a patron, not a dancer. Two younger men, college-age, sat against the stage, obviously drunk but loudly behaving themselves.I chose a small booth up against the far wall on my right. It was set back from the main floor, far enough that nobody Otele Gelen Escort would be leering at me if I didn’t want them to. There was a half-wall that separated the booth from the rest of the place on the near side, concealing below-the-waist activity from all but whoever was on the stage. The far side of the booth was partitioned off by a small doorway, arched and covered by a pair of black, velvet curtains. I later learned that it led to the private dance area.The booth was a semi-circle of puffy, comfortable vinyl with a high back, perfect for lounging. The table was bolted to the floor almost two feet away. I couldn’t recline into the soft back of the booth and comfortably reach the table. If I wanted to lay my hands on the surprisingly-clean table, I needed to “scooch” way forward. I could use this to my advantage.A quick experiment demonstrated that I could let my back recline against the back of the booth while moving my hips forward, all under the guise of trying to reach the table. This allowed my legs to spread invitingly. I could “accidentally” show my lack of panties quite easily. Naughty potentials danced in my mind.The manager, a blond woman seeming to be in her forties with huge breasts and a fake tan that glowed in the light, was tending bar and trading shots with a cute little brunette dancer. Glade went to the bar to pay for some cups. You bring in your own booze but need to buy the cups and ice from them.Watching him from behind, as he leisurely strolled toward the bar, hinted that my task would be easy. The manager eyed him up; the woman manning the door eyed him up and down; the sexy black dancer paused in her efforts to collect her tip-dollars and then put on her sexy smile and strutted herself over to him. I saw him smile at her, her laughing and touching him, then he shook his head to the negative and pointed at me. I smiled and waved.He quickly returned. Stopping before our booth, complimenting me on how amazing I looked, he seated himself directly beside me, allowing me to place my hand on his thigh. Pouring us each a red Solo cup of wine, he slowly sipped his while I gulped mine down, knowing the herbal infusion has quite the kick and always makes me uncontrollably horny. It was sweet, tasty, with just a hint of earthy green goodness. I slammed my empty cup down and it was immediately refilled.“What if I didn’t want more? You know how crazy I get when I’m on your magic wine.”Glade laughed loudly enough that heads turned. “Then you wouldn’t have grabbed four bottles.”The cute brunette dancer took the stage. She was short and perky in a cute, sexy, nerd kind of way. Smooth skin, a delightfully youthful body with full breasts, and short, brown hair in a pixie cut gave her a combination of wild and innocent looks. She was dressed in some sort of cosplayer outfit with nerd glasses; it suited her nicely, quite sexy.The drunken frat-boy types at the stage threw their last remaining dollars on the stage and exited. I watched her, mesmerized by the way she moved. She was a good dancer, sensual. However, with only ourselves and the few businessmen near the bar, who weren’t paying her much if any attention, she seemed to be merely going through the motions.Emboldened by my off-the-rails arousal and the weed-infused wine, I sprang into action. Feeling so horny that my heart no longer pumped blood, only heated desire, I fished out a few dollar bills and got up. I could have easily exited to my right but chose, instead, to go around to the left. Of course, with him seated and me on my feet this meant that he had Balgat Escort a great view up my skirt. Bending further forward than needed, feeling the somewhat cool air on my thighs, then up my skirt, I knew that my bare ass and heated, dripping pussy were right in his face.I “model walked,” placing each foot directly in front of the other with every step, to the stage. This makes one’s hips swing enticingly and shows off your behind quite nicely. Seeing me approach, the cute brunette dancer smiled and stripped off her anime, cosplayer dress with one, fluid motion. Beneath the dress, she wore a white bikini outfit. Similar in appearance to a bikini swimsuit, but cut perfectly to enhance her body, it had thin straps running across her torso, connecting the top and bottom pieces. The tiny triangles of cloth glowed in the blacklight, giving her a divinely sensual look.I gave her what I hoped was a sexy, accepting smile, approaching the stage, dollars in hand. Shooting me a seductive look, her dancing became more animated, more wanton. Crawling on her hands and knees before me, licking her lips, she stared into my eyes. My pussy gushed. Turning onto her back, she spread her legs, still staring at me, smiling hungrily. Parting her thighs and gyrating herself closer and closer, hands simulating masturbation, cupping her breasts, she positioned herself so that her legs enshrouded me. Clasping her ankles around the back of my neck, she drew me towards her; this forced me to bend forward, into her, the back of my pixie-skirted dress riding up, showing off my thighs and part of my ass. Nobody but my boyfriend could see. I heard his uproarious applause.Pulling herself into a seated position, not releasing me from captivity, she drew me in closer, running her hands down my sides. Her hands stopped their caresses, running down her parted legs to her barely-covered snatch. The thin material outlined the part between her pussy lips showing a faint hint of pubic hair beneath.I stared at her with longing until her gestures gave me the hint that she wanted me to tip her by placing the bills in her bikini bottom. I did so, feeling her hand cover mine as she thrust her groin into my hand. Her skin was smooth, hot, slightly sweaty from being under the lights, and I gasped aloud in pleasure. Her pubic mound felt like liquid fire.“See him?” I gestured back towards our booth with my head, smiling broadly. “When you’re done, please come over and give him a naughty dance. I’m trying to get him all worked up.”She laughed at that, smiled adorably, pulled my head into her tight, round, bountiful cleavage, and kissed me, stopping to blow her hot breath into my ear. I shivered a little. I winked at her, turning to go, our hands lightly caressing each other’s arms in parting. Our intermingling fingertips felt electric.“That was so hot,” Glade erupted upon my return as I shimmied back into my seat. His hot, manly hand caressed my inner thigh as I moved past. “I couldn’t help but notice how your smooth skin glows in the light.”The dancer came over after her set, not even bothering to put her outfit back on. The way she stood there, nude, so brazen, so comfortable, made me more than hot for her.“What’s your name, handsome?” she asked him, chuckling at his name. “Well, Glade, you might have a funny name, but you’re fucking hot. Sit back and spread your legs.”She gyrated to the music, standing between his legs. Bending over at the waist, turning towards me, she smiled at me as she thrust her amazing ass towards his face and twerked a bit. Then she moved towards me and forced my legs apart. Running her hands up my inner thighs she stopped when she discovered my lack of underwear. Kneeling, giving me a sudden understanding of exactly why the table was placed so far away, she gazed at my bare pussy, then up at me, licking her lips. I tipped her heavily.She gestured at Glade’s drink and he nodded. She took a sip and smiled. “That’s yummy. Makes me tingle. Is that blunt in there? Awesome.”

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This is a work of complete and utter fiction.

All characters portrayed in sexual situations are over 18 years old.

***

You thought being a third wheel was bad? Try being the Fifth Wheel.

***

Alex, Josh, and Frank were neighbours who grew up in a small town, right next door to each other. They loved the outdoors, and had always gone camping together, from backyard outings at 5 to wilderness canoe trips at 16. The three of them were inseparable.

When Alex started High School he got a job at a local hardware store. He wanted to buy a car as soon as he was 16, and the job made this possible. He worked three evenings a week and every second Saturday, mostly doing receiving, stocking, and cleaning. Summers were sort-of 6 days a week, as Alex still only worked every second weekend. The trio still managed to take quite a few camping trips, as Alex’s boss was pretty flexible about an extra day off here and there.

When he went shopping for a car in grade 10, Alex settled on a used minivan. It became their workhorse, hauling camping equipment for their adventures. It was pretty rough, but it could carry a ton of gear or up to 7 people. He got a lot of jibes about driving a ‘soccer-mom bus’ from others. Frank and Josh thought ‘the bus’ was freakin’ awesome. It was wheels and it got them where they wanted to go.

All throughout grade school and high school Alex was shy around girls. His friends were also a bit on the shy side, but not nearly as bad as he was. Working most Friday nights meant he missed out on a lot of the potential social activities in high school, so he never had a chance to overcome his shyness. Frank and Josh had a lot more opportunity to interact with girls, and were more socially adept than Alex. They both had girlfriends on and off through High School, but nothing serious.

After graduating, the guys went on a week-long canoe trek through Algonquin Park. They had two canoes strapped to the roof of the van, and lots of dehydrated meals they’d made. It was their own little celebration of finishing high school together. They had a blast that week, and by the end of the trip they had decided that this would be a yearly event. In fact, they decided that they’d try for one more big canoe trip in August, and an excursion every weekend that they could get together until they went their separate ways to University. Alex negotiated with his boss to get Friday nights off when he wasn’t working Saturdays. That helped immensely with their travel logistics. Frank and Josh razzed him that he should’ve done that 4 years ago, as he he’d have been able to hang out with them a lot more.

Shortly after their big trip, Frank started dating Becky, a girl in their class at school. She was very smart, but not exactly pretty. Kind of a plain girl-next-door look, but with a sharp, dry wit. Alex could never figure out if half the stuff she said was sarcasm or jokes. Becky was 5′ 8″ with dark hair and brown eyes, an average girl with an average figure. Frank and Becky got real serious real fast. She had not had a boyfriend in High School, and she was making up for lost time now.

Within a week of Becky & Frank getting together, Josh started dating Theresa. She was also 18, but had gone to school in the next town over. Theresa was a musical prodigy, and the local school didn’t have much of a music program. She could play almost any instrument, and had gotten a scholarship to study music at University. And she was really cute too. Black hair, blue eyes, medium height, with a stunning figure. Frank and Alex kidded Josh a lot about how he had managed to score with such a pretty girl. Theresa was kind of like Becky, catching up on stuff she missed out on. Commuting to school meant she wasn’t able to hang around with her school mates very much, so her social life had been almost nonexistent until now.

When the three guys got together to hang out, the two girls invariably joined them. Alex mentioned at one point that he felt like the third wheel, but Becky laughed and said “Nuh uh. You’re the Fifth Wheel, dude.” Frank and Josh told him he should get a girlfriend too, but Alex was too shy, and the only girls he was interested in were already dating steady. Throughout the summer, every time they went anywhere, it was now in a group of five instead of the usual three. Luckily, ‘the bus’ had lots of room.

When they began planning for their next canoe trip Alex was dismayed to discover that Becky also wanted to go. He didn’t think her parents would let her spend a long weekend camping with 3 guys, but apparently they let her make her own rules. And since Josh didn’t object, Alex wasn’t going to either. That meant some more gear, a second tent, more food, and less room in the van, now having 4 people. But they were good at packing, with years of practice, so it still worked out.

They arrived at the put-in at dawn on Saturday morning, loaded the canoes, and set off for their site. It was about an hour’s paddle down the lake, and it took a little longer than usual. Becky was not Ankara Escort so much underfoot as dead weight, but her weird sense of humour kept them all entertained. Setup at their site was fine. Becky and Frank set up one tent, whilst Josh and Alex set up theirs. Once all the gear was unloaded they relaxed a bit before lunch.

The afternoon was spent swimming, canoeing, and exploring around the lake. The weather was awesome, and it was a nice, secluded spot. Cooking for 4 instead of 3 was no problem for any of the guys, as they were used to this. Becky was impressed at dinner time. For once, she had no snide remarks or jokes. She was actually complimentary. Expecting wieners and beans, she got a nice chicken curry served over rice with freshly made flatbread. She was shocked that not only could the guys cook, they cooked GREAT meals. After dinner was cleaned up and the food barrel put up a tree, they settled in around the smoky campfire. The addition of Becky changed the conversation and group dynamics a bit, but she seemed to enjoy herself.

It was a beautiful evening, with only a sliver of a moon, and the milky way glowed in a broad glittering band across the sky. The loons called back and forth across the lake, which added an almost ethereal quality to the atmosphere. When bedtime rolled around, they put out the fire and got ready for bed. Alex and Josh heard a lot of whispered conversation from the other tent, and some giggling from Becky.

Alex assumed that the couple wouldn’t be up for any amorous activities, as they all knew (all but Becky, apparently) how sound carried through tent walls. Wrong. So, so, wrong. The whispers died out, to be replaced by more rustling and more giggling. It sounded like they were getting more and more ‘busy’ in their tent, as the rustling grew to thrashing, and the giggling turned to moaning and panting.

When Becky squealed and yelped through an orgasm, Alex jammed his pillow over his head to try and block out the noise. He vaguely heard Josh mumbling in complaint as the thrashing in Frank’s tent grew to a peak. Becky screeched and moaned, the sound of her orgasm echoed off the far shore. Quiet finally descended on the camp. Both Alex and Josh had solid, persistent boners that they had to endure until sleep finally overcame them.

The next morning Alex was awakened by more giggling and thrashing from Frank’s tent. The couple apparently had a nice wake-up fuck, and once the noise abated Josh said “You guys know how loud you are, right?”

“Oh my god! Shit! Frank you dick!!”

“Ow! Hey, I though you were having fun!”

“Yeah, fun, but I didn’t think the whole world could hear us!”

“Ow! Ow! Ok! I’m gonna go start the coffee.”

There was some more rustling around as Frank dressed, and the sound of a tent fly opening. Josh and Alex got dressed and went to get the food barrel. Becky eventually crawled out of the tent, and was unable to meet their eyes. The bold, sarcastic girl was now shy and quiet, embarrassed almost to tears.

Once breakfast was over, Josh said “Becky, it’s OK, no one is mad at you. We appreciate that you guys are a couple, and you’re gonna do, uh, couple things. But, uh, can you please just be a teeny bit quieter?”

Becky was bright red but she nodded and said “Yeah, OK. Sorry.”

They spent the day swimming and paddling and fishing. When Becky put on her new swim suit, Alex and Josh had to try hard not to stare. She’d bought this bikini especially to tease Frank, and it was absolutely scandalous, especially when wet. It was basically three teeny triangles of white fabric and some strings. Despite her lack of rack, she managed to have cleavage, side-boob, and under-boob. And the bottoms left very little to the imagination, including the fact that Becky did not wax or shave. Once wet, the material was semi-transparent. Becky’s areolas and nipples were perfectly evident, like she was in a wet t-shirt contest, but without a shirt.

Frank found it impossible to suppress his erection, and the other guys were also hard pressed, so to speak. Frank suggested that the other two go take the canoe out or something. Alex & Josh went off to paddle around for an hour, just so they didn’t have to listen to the two of them fucking their brains out in their tent.

The rest of the weekend was more of the same. Alex and Josh going off exploring the lake and islands. Frank and Beck going into their tent to explore each other. The two of them seemed to care less and less if the others were around as they got comfortable with each other. Becky started dry-humping Frank whenever the opportunity arose, which always got Frank hard and led to sex. She was apparently have fun learning how to control him. And it was torture for Josh and Alex.

***

Two weeks later they were going camping again. This time they were car-camping at a remote campground with a small lake. And Theresa wanted to join them. Apparently Becky had told her how much ‘fun’ camping was, and Balgat Escort Theresa was desperate for some alone-time with Josh. Alex was still mystified as to how the girls got their parents to agree to let them spend a weekend with a bunch of guys. But there it was.

The site they got was away from other people, thankfully, but Alex warned the others as they were setting up Friday night. “Hey, uh, you guys will need to keep the noise down at night, OK?” Becky blushed and Frank mumbled something Alex didn’t catch, so he hoped it was going to be all right.

Despite his warnings, Alex could definitely hear the sounds of his camp mates fucking like rabbits that night. First it was Frank & Becky, and the quiet but obvious sounds they made seemed to turn Theresa & Josh on, and another round of moaning and thrashing was heard from the second tent.

This drove Alex crazy. He was hard as steel, imagining what was happening in the other tents. Very quietly and cautiously, Alex pulled a couple of tissues out and began to masturbate as silently as possible. It didn’t take long for the noises from the others to set him off. He was embarrassed at what he had just done, but at least the pressure in his dick was off now. Once his friends finished fucking, he was able to fall asleep.

Saturday night was a repeat of Friday. Apparently the girls spoke to each other about the guys’ performances, and Alex could hear quiet whispering from Frank’s tent, as Becky demanded more oral sex. At one point he heard Theresa and Becky having a whispered conversation as the boys’ tongues were buried in their pussies. Alex came twice that night masturbating to the sounds from the other tents. Damn. he really needed a girlfriend.

***

At the end of August, the weekend before they were all going off to University, they had decided to take a road trip. There was a band they wanted to see, and they managed to score tickets to the venue for the Saturday night show. Five tickets, because Theresa and Becky were coming too. Frank found a Motel near the concert that had two double beds and a fold-out couch, so there was room for all of them to crash without sleeping on the floor.

Friday night they arrived and checked in, dropped off their bags, and went out for pizza. When they got back to the room, Frank and Becky went to the bathroom to ‘freshen up’, and they made a fair bit of noise having sex in the shower. The sound of the water running did little to hide Becky’s moaning when she came. This got Josh and Theresa worked up and they started making out on their bed. When Theresa peeled off her dress and dragged Josh’s face to her crotch, Alex had to get away. He mumbled something about a walk and bolted from the room.

His friends were turning into exhibitionists! When they were camping, at least they went to their tents and he could kind of pretend they weren’t like, right there. But now Theresa was just stripping off in right front of him and having sex when he was sitting on the couch in the same room! He understood the guys reaction. It was sex. It was HOT, having someone else there. And there was no way they’d say no to their girls.

Alex wandered around, down the street to a variety store, where he bought a big bag of Doritos. He walked around for an hour or so, munching on the chips, and wondering when his friends would be finished with their ‘business’. When he got back to the room, he knocked, and Frank answered the door wearing a towel around his waist.

“Hey Frank, you guys, uh, ‘done’ yet?”

“Uh. No man, we’re uh, gonna be a while. Can you uh-“

“Frank, don’t be a jerk, let him in. We don’t care if he’s here or not.” interrupted Becky.

“Yeah, come on Alex, you can watch. We don’t mind!” called Theresa from her perch astride Josh’s hips. There she was, gloriously naked and on full display, humping Josh and Oh Fuck, he was never gonna get the sight of that out of his brain.

Alex turned and hurried away. Maybe another hour. He walked around some more, and eventually ended up back at the Motel around 1 AM. He listened at the door, heard nothing, so he quietly unlocked and stepped in. Good. They were asleep. Finally. He got ready for bed and crawled under the blankets on the fold-out. Once again he had a solid boner, mostly because Theresa was sleeping on top of the blankets next to Josh. Naked. Splayed out, with her perky tits and furry little pussy on display, just, like, right there. Fuck, that girl was hot!

The next morning they went shopping, the girls wanted some new outfits for the Fall at school. They dragged the boys from one store to the next at the mall, and when they found a lingerie shop they squealed with delight. When they walked out of the change room in nothing but a couple of layers of diaphanous silk Alex had to leave. “I’ll be at the food court.” he said as he slipped away. Those girls were gonna be the death of him.

They all met up and had lunch, then spent the afternoon at the movies. There was Çankaya Escort a great action flick that had just come out, and the guys wanted to see it. When Becky complained, wanting to see some sad sappy romance, Frank told her that they got to decide that morning, shopping for clothes, so the guys got to choose the activities for the afternoon. The girls reluctantly agreed.

After the show they went out for dinner before heading to the concert. Frank and Josh each had a bottle of vodka they were smuggling in. Alex was the designated driver, so he just drank water. The show was awesome, they had great seats, right at the front of a section where there was some room to dance. The show was awesome, and everyone had a great time.

Frank and Josh were pounding back the vodka, and the girls had a fair bit too, so when it was time to leave they were a very boisterous group. Alex got everyone into the van and drove back to the Motel. When they arrived, Josh lurched out and went straight to a big potted plant, where he threw up. Frank held on till he got to the room, and yakked in the toilet. Alex got them cleaned up a bit with some fairly half-assed help from the two girls.

Frank and Josh pretty much passed out immediately once they fell into bed. Becky was playing some music on her phone and dancing in the space where the fold-out would end up. “Dance with me, Alex. I still wanna party!”

She grabbed Alex and they danced for a bit, then Theresa cut in. “Me too!” she quipped. They three of them danced for a few songs before Alex told them he wanted to go to sleep. He had another long drive ahead of him tomorrow. The girls moaned and complained a bit, but Becky shut the tunes off and the girls went into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Alex was down to his boxers, and just finished unfolding the sofa when the girls came back. Theresa stripped naked immediately and crawled into bed with Josh. Alex couldn’t help but stare, god she was such a hot little thing! His erection grew swiftly in his shorts as he watched her trying to rouse Josh. She’d had enough drink to be really horny, but Josh was out like a light. Theresa shook him and spoke to him, trying to get him to wake up.

Meanwhile, Becky was peeling off her clothes as well. She looked at Frank, who was dead to the world, then at Alex, who was tenting his shorts with some impressive wood as he watched Theresa doing her best to wake Josh up or at least get Josh up. “Damn” she said, looking at Frank. “Hot damn” she said looking at Alex again. He was just climbing into bed when he felt hands on his hips as Becky yanked down his boxers. “Hey!” he yelped, startled by her actions.

Becky pushed him down onto the bed and straddled his hips. “Come on Alex, I’m so horny I could fuck the bed post.” She ground her hot wet pussy on his shaft, then shifted to take him inside.

“Holy Fuck!” yelped Alex. This was his first time. He’d always been too shy around girls to try anything. But she was drunk and horny, and her recent discovery of exhibitionism by having sex in the bed next to Theresa & Josh threw all her inhibitions out the window.

Alex felt her warm, wet, silky pussy envelop his hardness. It was so perfect, so much better than his hand. The singular intensity of having a pussy wrapped around his dick was overwhelming. That wasn’t all. Becky had small tits but they were still tits, and they captured his hungry gaze. There wasn’t a much better way for a guy to experience his first fuck than cowgirl. The sights, the sounds, the feelings, it was incredible!

Becky started grinding on him, groaning “Fuck, Alex, this is sooo gooood.” She finally pressed all the way down and she was amazed at how big he was. “Damn. You’re a bit bigger than Frank.” She started bouncing on his cock, gasping and moaning as she quickly approached orgasm. Alex was right there with her, ready to burst in under a minute. She started to cum on him, making those squeaky moaning sounds he’d heard so much from her on those camping trips. He was already shooting his load into her as she bucked on top of him, thrashing through her orgasm. Holy shit, he was no longer a virgin! But oh fuck no, this was his best friend’s girl! Frank was gonna kill him.

Becky finally stopped thrashing around and went still. She stretched out, holding her arms straight up, breathing deeply as the last tendrils of pleasure swept through her pussy. Then she slipped sideways off of him, dripping his cum on the sheets. No sooner had Becky dismounted than Theresa was right there to take her place. She clambered onto Alex and started rubbing her pussy up and down his shaft, which was already well lubricated by Becky’s and his own cum. There was no way he was gonna go soft with Theresa doing that. She began to shiver and hump against him as she came from rubbing her clit up and down his hardness.

Theresa was stunningly beautiful, and her bright blue eyes were wide open, staring into his. She had an awesome rack, big firm snow-white tits, contrasting sharply with her tanned body. Her nipples were dark brown, thick and hard, protruding from equally dark areolas. The colour contrast made the motion of her tits extraordinary. They moved, shook, and swayed delightfully. And seeing her puffy, distended pussy lips wrapped around his cock like a hotdog bun was more than hot, it was the most insanely sexy thing he’d ever seen.

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Anonymous Relationship IIIOn Saturday morning I woke up and looked out my bedroom window just in time to see Melanie’s car pull up to the house. I watched as the redheaded woman got out of her car. She was an extremely attractive woman who was about five foot seven inches tall. She had pale blue eyes. I had always thought that her body was wonderfully balanced with striking curves. Her complexion was just what you would expect on a redhead with light freckles on pale skin. Maybe one of reasons she had such a great body was the fact that she had never had k**s. Today she was wearing a pair of slacks and a sweater.I watched as my dad approached her and she seemed to become upset as he did. I could tell he was trying to talk with her but she raised her hand to indicate that she wanted nothing to do with him. Then my mom appeared carrying a small overnight bag. I could tell by watching that they all grew angry with the two women on one side and my dad on the other.The women got in the car as my dad seemed to be pleading with them. Then the car started and quickly drove away. He just stood there looking at the car. Then I watched as he seemed to wipe his eyes. I wondered if it was the dust or tears that he wiped.I had no desire to go downstairs until he had time to himself. Again I was struck by how odd it was that the three of them had been mutual lovers for so long but now my father was no longer welcomed.I needed a distraction and I sent Stacy a quick text seeing if she had time for lunch. She responded quickly that she would meet me for lunch.As I sat down in my chair I looked at my computer. Suddenly my mind was flooded with mixed thoughts on what had transpired in my life in the last week. First there was going to the adult site frequented by my friend Stacy. Then not only did I go but I started having cybersex with a stranger who I found myself more and more drawn too. Then I agreed to have sex with him as long as it was anonymous only to discover afterwards that it was my own father that had just fucked me. It hit me then that my mother and her friend were lesbians but had been my father’s lovers. To say that my life was getting weird would be an understatement!All of that ran through my mind as I thought about what was going to happen next. It was one thing to find out that through misunderstanding that you had just fucked your dad but I was about to do it and I knew what I was doing. Even worse I now wanted it to happen. I looked at myself in the mirror at my blue eyes.”You are the dirtiest slut ever!” I thought as I looked at myself.I slowly undressed and stood looking at my slender body. My tits were firm and I had always liked the way my nipples were so pointed. My stomach was flat and led down to my pussy. I had started shaving it when I started having sex. I decided I probably should shave again as there was a little stubble starting to show.I slipped on my robe and walked down the hall to the bathroom. I ran water in the tub and thought about how my father had admitted to me online how would peek at his daughter while she showered. I look at the lock on the door and decided that it would not be locked.I slipped into the tub full of hot water. My body began to relax immediately as my eyes closed. I continued think of my dad and wondered if he was peeking at me. Well if he was I was going to give him a treat!My hands roamed over my tits. My fingers pulled on my nipples as the erotic feeling of arousal surged through my body. My right hand moved down between my legs and I slowly ran finger over my pussy lips. I jerked involuntarily when I rubbed my thumb over my clit. My eyes were closed as I pushed two fingers up my pussy.”Are you watching me daddy?” I asked in my imagination.I must have been very horny because in a few minutes I was on the verge of cumming. In my mind I was on my back in bed being fucked with long deep strokes. The cock felt so delicious in Demetevler Rus Escort my pussy. I just needed a little more! I was so close!”That’s it baby fuck me! Fuck me hard!” I moaned.In my fantasy I looked up and my father was looking at me smiling as he made me cum on his cock.”Cum for daddy!” He moaned but was it in my mind or real.My body jerked and I moaned as my pussy quivered with satisfaction as it orgasmed. As my eyes opened I thought I saw the bathroom door slowly close.I tried not to move and wondered if my masturbation had been watched. I wished he had just joined me. Yes, I wanted to fuck my dad!I quickly finished my bath and shaved my legs and pussy. Then I rubbed lotion on my body as I stood in front if mirror. I smiled as I once again watched at the door suddenly and silently closed. I was sure that he was watching.”Good you will be a horny man when you meet your secret lover later! Maybe even as horny as your perverted slut daughter!” I thought to myself.An hour later I met Stacy at the Dairy King where we both ordered a hot dog. We chatted like two girlfriends do but I kept having my mind wander back to all the things I could not talk about.”So have you gone out to the site I told you about?” She asked as she looked at me.I tried to shrug and just make it go away but as I did I felt my face grow flush. Stacy’s eyes grew wider as she looked at me.”You little hussy! You did and you found a guy to play with!” She giggled as she looked at me.”Ok! I did…you know…go and check it out.” I said hoping it would end the conversation but Stacy was not going to quit.”So is he older and married?” She asked as she looked at me.”Yeah….” I said as I desperately tried to think of a way to change the direction of the conversation.”It’s ok. Most of them are older and married. That is why they like us young girls so much!” She laughed tried to pose in a seductive way.I tried to laugh but I suddenly felt that my perverted secret might be discovered. Then I had a thought that best defense was offense.”So are you still doing the naughty schoolgirl thing were the guy wants you to sit on his face while he jerks off?” I asked with a smile.”To tell the truth he kind of lacked imagination. He just wanted to do the same thing over and over again. So I dumped him. I found a new guy and he is very creative!” She said as she winked.”Creative? In what way?” I asked just glad to get on different subject.”Well…this is really kind of naughty but he likes for me to call him daddy as he describes all the ways and places he wants to have sex with me.” She said but then she looked at me as the blood drained from my face.”I think I just hit something there! Have you met a guy who has daughter issues too?” She said as she looked in my eyes.I was so shocked at the turn of the conversation I had no idea what to say.”It is kind of sexy and apparently there are a lot of fathers who want fuck their daughters.” She laughed.”I guess so…” I said as I tried to get control of my shattered thoughts.”Have you ever thought about…well you know…fucking your dad?” She asked.I suddenly felt like a whore in church with all of her best customers! I stared at my friend as my mouth hung open.”Well maybe I should not have said that but your dad is hot for an older guy. I would fuck him.” She said as she finished her lunch.”I have to go now.” I said as I tried to figure how to get away before my friend realized the real reason for my shock!”I hope I did not offend you I was just playing around…” I heard her say as I rushed out the door and drove away.I decided that I wanted to have some alone time and as I did so often I headed to the town library. I needed to get my mind on something else and quickly.”Hello Heather!” Said a familiar voice as I entered the library.”I turned to see Ms. Peterson who had been one of my teachers Otele Gelen Rus Escort when I was in high school.”Oh hi! How are you Ms. Peterson?” I asked.”I’m doing well. Just had some more research to do. You know from the outside you would think that this is just quiet little town where nothing ever happens but when you study the families that have been here a long time it can be shocking as to all the secrets that just below the surface. Well it is good to see you again, Heather!” She said as she walked away.I wondered what that was all about but decided I needed to get distracted. I found a book and started to read it. Suddenly I found myself focused on the fictional characters. Nearly three hours had passed when I looked up.My stomach suddenly churned as I realized it was time to go to the porn store where I would knowingly fuck my dad.My face turned red as I remembered Stacy’s question of me: “would you fuck your dad?”. In my head there was only one answer: “Yes!”.I drove to the porn shop which was next to strip club. As I pulled up I looked for and spotted my daddy’s old pickup. Today I was wearing a pair if jean shorts and a simple blue tee. I smiled at the manager as I stepped into the store. He looked up and then recognized me. He just gave me a curt nod as I walked toward the back.This time when I stepped in I did not see anyone. A couple of the booths were occupied but the second to the last was the one that got my attention. I stepped in and quickly knelt by the hole. I could see a guy sitting and watching the porn movie.”Do you have your daughter’s panties?” I asked quietly.I watched the person stir and then a black thong was passed through the hole. I quickly started my movie and looked at the thong which had cum stains all over it. Then his cock pushed into the booth. I looked at it and my mouth watered. It was my daddy!I slowly let my mouth suck him as deep as I could. My hands were against the wall as I slowly let the cock first push in and then slide back out.”Oh Fuck!” His muffled voice moaned.I let his fully erect cock slip from my mouth. I found myself breathing hard as I looked at it as it jerked. It was such a wonderful cock! My tongue came out and I teased the cock by lightly licking it. When I looked at it again there was a large drop of pre-cum and my mouth hungered to taste it but instead of taking it back in my mouth I let the pointed tip of my tongue teasingly touch the drop of male lubricant. My tongued smeared it around. I was licking the head and just below the head when he groaned loudly.”Oh fuck!” He said as I sat back trying to figure out what happening.Before I knew it I felt something warm hit me just below my right eye. Then more of it spattered across my lips. He was cumming! His cock jerked and another spray of sperm hit my face or landed on my tee.”Please suck it!” He pleaded.My mouth opened and I pumped the cock but most of his load was coating my face.”I think you got a little excited!” I giggled softly.”Yeah! Damn what you were doing to me just blew my mind!” He said as his cock withdrew. Then he laughed. “Actually it blew my load!” He said as we both laughed.I quickly moved my face away from the hole as I knew he might try to get a look. I stood up and waited to see what happened next.”Sorry I came so fast. Maybe I can get you off now.” He said.”How?” I asked suddenly curious as to what he would do.His hand came through the hole. I watched as he undid my shorts. Then his fingers pushed away my panties. I felt his strong calloused fingers probe my young pussy. My eyes fluttered as he obviously knew how to get a pussy excited. He ran a finger up and down my slit. His fingers were at least twice as thick as my own. He let his finger tip probe at my vaginal entrance but he did not just push in. He teased me in a seductive way that I had never experienced Balgat Rus Escort before. Then he lightly rubbed his thumb over my swollen clt. I moaned in pleasure.”I think daddy’s girl likes that!” He said as I moaned loudly.Then his middle finger pushed up my pussy. He slowly pumped it in and out.”Oh fuck!” I moaned as he rubbed my g-spot.”Turn around and put your pussy up to the hole.” He said and I happily complied.I was expecting to feel his cock push into me but instead I felt his tongue lightly lick my pussy. My eyes were fluttering as I found myself being eaten by someone who really knew how to please a woman.”Eat me daddy!” I sobbed as my orgasm started to build.Then his lips gently sucked on my clit. My body exploded with ecstasy. I could feel my pussy juice and his saliva running down the insides of my thighs.”Ohhhhh! Daddy!” I groaned as I had to pull away from that wonderful tongue before I passed out.I sat in my chair and found myself watching some porn queen sucking a cock. I was breathing like I had just run a race. My body tingled in post orgasmic heaven.”So did I get you off?” He asked through the hole.”OMG! Where did learn to eat pussy like that?” I asked.”Hard to have two lesbians as lovers and not learn what gets a woman off!” He laughed.”Besides it is a good way to get my friend back to the party!” He added.”Your friend?” I asked mystified until I turned as saw his fully erect cock sticking through the hole.I stood up and turned around. My pussy was a sloppy mess. I pushed against it and the cock quickly entered my pussy. I started to fuck my pussy up and down his cock.”I’m fucking daddy!” I said in my head or least I thought I had.”Yeah baby! You are fucking your daddy! Just like the nasty slut you are!” He said as my ass pounded against the wall.This time our fuck was much longer and soon there was only the sound of a wet pussy squishing as a cock slid in and out. My legs were getting weak and I was afraid that I might have to stop. Then I felt him bucking wildly and I knew he was going to pop. I was going to have my daddy flood my pussy!”Fuck yeah! Oh fuck!” He groaned as the thumping sound of our fuck filled the arcade in the back of the store.I felt his cock pull from my sperm filled pussy. His cum dripped on the floor. I turned and looked through the hole. I could see his eyes but that was all. I had no idea if he could see me.”Let me clean your cock daddy!” I begged as I wanted to please him.I pushed my lips to the hole. Instead of a cock I felt his tongue run along my lips. I suddenly could not resists letting my own tongue play with his. My mouth opened and he was in my mouth. My hand went to my pussy and rubbed furiously as I suddenly needed to orgasm. I moaned into his mouth as my hips jerked again.He pulled away but then his cock coated with our love making juices pushed into my mouth. The taste was erotic. I happily cleaned his cock.”Thank you daddy! That was so good!” I said as I smiled.”Fuck that was even better than the first time. I was not sure if you would really get into the daddy daughter role but that seemed so fucking real!” He said as I heard him breathing.”Yes that was great! Here are my panties for you to take home. You can give them back when they as dirty as this thong!” I laughed as I pushed my cotton panties through the hole.”Now remember, you have to wait ten minutes before you leave!” I said as I dressed.I quickly slipped out the door and I was soon speeding for home. I looked over and saw my phone lit up with Stacy’s picture. She was calling and I started to ignore her but then picked up the phone.”Hi Stacy.” I said.”You should probably slow down before to cops bust you for speeding!” Her voice said.”What are you talking about?” I asked confused.”Going seventy-five in a fifty-five on this road is asking for a ticket.” She laughed as I looked down at my speedometer.”Where are you?” I asked.”In the car behind you!” Stacy replied.Suddenly my palms began to sweat and my stomach churned.To be continued…(A word from the author: I hope you enjoy this story continued. As you can tell there are many subplots going on here and some of things that seem unconnected are likely more important than you think. If you liked it a thumbs up tells me so. As always I do look forward to your comments and messages,)

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