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Patrick drove home exhausted from working a 10 hour shift delivering food for his latest part time job. Ending this particular shift he promised himself it would be the last as he had saved enough to split rent in an apartment, his first away from home, with his best friend Brian.

Brian had been bugging Patrick to commit to the move since they graduated high school a few months ago but Patrick had issues going on at home.

His younger step sister, Alice, was having problems with her grades, friends, teachers, and her parents. The only person she seemed close to and comfortable with was Patrick.

As much as he wanted to move out, and could finally afford to, pressure from his parents, and a guilty feeling of abandoning his step-sis had so far kept him from moving out with his best friend.

Alice wasn’t always so closed off from everyone. She’d performed dress up fashion shows for her family when she was little and loved the attention. She’d have sleepovers with friends, work lemonade stands, sneak into movies, and was even kind of popular until around the time she became a senior in high school.

Worried about her becoming shy and withdrawn, his parents tasked him with supporting her through whatever was going on.

It was Friday night and with their parents out at the casino for a few hours Patrick took the opportunity and knocked on Alice’s door.

“Go away” she responded, but Patrick allowed himself in and walked over to the bed where she was face down with her face in crook of her arm.

“Sis, I don’t know what’s gotten into you but whatever it is maybe I can help.”

“Nothings wrong” Alice said softly, “er well somethings wrong i just can’t explain it, and with you about to move out makes it worse somehow; you probably think I’m a freak, and you don’t have to pretend to help me, I’m sure you have better things to do.”

Patrick looked at his little step-sis and tried to guess what was going on in her head. And he couldn’t help but wonder why she hid her slim figure under that black sweatshirt and baggy sweats she seemed to wear all the time.

Genuinely feeling bad for her he offered the first thing that came to his mind.

“I think you should be getting outside more, I know your not the sporty type but let’s go for run, get you into some leggings, a cute t-shirt maybe?

Alice let out a sigh of annoyance and Patrick realized he should start with something easy, maybe even fun.

“Ok sis, I’ll tell you what I’ll give you a massage, I swear you’ll feel better, you’ll take a shower and change clothes and then we’ll take a quick jog, better?”

“Actually ya why not” Alice replied as she was surprised how her bro was able to lighten her mood.

“Ok, you can stay lying on onwin giriş your back,” he instructed.

He laid a hand on her lower back as he swung his right leg over her body and sat on his heels. He realized he was straddling his sis at this point but with her thick sweats on it didn’t seem too awkward for either of them.

He ground his knuckles into her hands and wrists, up her arms and squeezed her shoulders. Moving up to her neck Patrick figured she wouldn’t get the full benefit and asked if she was ok with him going under the sweatshirt.

“Sure, ya whatever” she mumbled, but Patrick could tell her stress and worries were melting away.

He felt inspired to give her an excellent full body massage and left her sweatshirt on and instead crawled backwards so that he was facing her feet.

Without asking he slipped off her two white socks and aggressively massaged the soles of her feet, squeezing her cute toes then up to her ankles and slim calves. His movement was restricted somewhat from the baggy sweats.

As he gently ran a finger up and down the back of her knees he noticed her shuddering as if a crazy idea just came to her and she surprised Patrick by saying with her eyes still closed, ” take off these stupid sweats, this massage is amazing and I don’t want to miss anything.”

Trying to figure out what she meant by ‘anything’ Patrick tugs on her sweatpants from the thighs and as it’s pulled over the slope of her butt checks revealing two surprises for Patrick.

Alice had been hiding a delicious perky butt under her shapeless sweats and a neon yellow pair of panties that seem out of place on his shy 18 year old sister. It looks amazing on her tight butt and Patrick does his best not to stare as the sweats are now bunched up around her ankles and he begins kneading his knuckles into her lower, mid and then upper thighs. He can’t believe this perfect butt wrapped in a candy yellow thong belongs to his step-sis that he never once imagined in a sexual way. As he feels guilty for his excitement he backs off the upper thighs and starts massaging her calves again.

“Wait that was starting to feel so good” Alice, still with eyes closed, sounding upset.

Patrick doesn’t ask her to clarify exactly what she wanted and too nervous about his cock beginning to stiffen he grabs her lower back from under the sweatshirt and works his way up and down her back. As he reaches her shoulders he has to crawl back up her legs and sit back on her now exposed butt.

He notices a small smile as he situates himself and his heartbeat starts racing when he hears a tiny moan when he jiggles his body around a little until he’s comfortable.

Squeezing the shoulders where he notices the most tension he runs onwin yeni giriş his fingers up the sides of her body and feels her ribs on her thin frame. A soft obstruction stops his fingers and he embarrassingly realizes he just grazed his sister breasts. He adjusts his sitting position fearing she might feel his hardening boner and she tenses up out of embarrassment and readjusts her body a few too many times as well.

Patrick can’t help himself and needing to stare into his sister’s ass again he scoots back down toward her feet and begins massaging her upper thighs where they meet her butt. He grabs both cheeks to squeeze and push together and rub in all directions.

Alice is less shy now and letting out more and louder cries of pleasure.

Especially when her step brother grabs both ass cheeks and pulls them apart to reveal the thin yellow line of fabric barely covering her ass-hole and her pussy; which has now become a little wet which Patrick can see from the damp spot in her panties.

“I think I’ve had a crush on you since our parents got married last year” Alice whispers shyly.

“I can tell by this little wet spot sis” Patrick says teasingly as he playfully touches the damp panties.

At this touch she arches her little butt in the air and waves it in his face

“Well don’t pretend you don’t like it I could feel your cock getting hard 20 minutes ago” she says now fully awake and in the best mood he’s seen from her in a long time.

Alice looks at him very seriously and says, “can you do me a favor big bro, I mean step brother?” And as she playfully draws a circle around both butt cheeks slowly circulating smaller snd smaller until she points at her butt-hole and asks ” can you massage me here, pretty please?”

Patrick is having a hard time believing this is happening and tells her that sure, whatever it takes to make her happy, as he begins stroking his dick as he stares at the perky ass his sister is proudly sticking up in the air for him.

“Would you like me to massage with my tongue or a finger,” Patrick asks.

“Ummm. Not sure, how about your tongue first, and then one finger. Then if another finger could fit you should try that as well.”

“And I don’t want to sound greedy but you’d be the best step bro in the world if you could fit your dick and a finger in my ass at the same time,” she said with huge smile and her eyes still closed.

Patrick can’t believe his sister is actually talking about this and can’t wait to get started.

He peels her panties to the side and gets a good look at her perfect little butt hole. He softly blows some air on it, spits on it and then slaps her right ass cheek hard so that she yelps out in surprise. Then he softly kisses it onwin güvenilirmi and strokes it up and down with his tongue. He drags his tongue further down to taste his sisters little pussy and glad his parents aren’t home because she lets out a loud moan of pleasure.

Looking at his sisters wet pussy he can’t help himself and sits up on his knees with her butt in the air and takes off his jeans and briefs. His dick bounces out rock hard at seven inches. He brushes the head of his dick against the soft wet lips of Alice’s pussy and she looks at him and begs him to shove it in.

Patrick teases her by lying back down and facing her ass and pussy while flicking his tongue around and as far into her butt crack as he can. As she lets out another loud moan he shoves his finger far into her mouth so the back of her throat coats slimy spit that he can help use to push into her ass. It’s tight and slow but they both enjoy the tight pressure of her hole.

Her butt is resisting his finger and he pushes harder and tells Alice to try and open up for him. She’s able to and it slips in. It’s warm snd tight and Patrick pulls back to just before it pops out he pushes it back in. Several times until he pulls it out and shoves that finger plus a second into her mouth again.

While she’s tasting her finger she looks at him and then looks at his raging cock and nods conveying that yes, it’s time for him to put his cock in her now slightly less tight asshole.

Patrick grabs her hips and places his cock directly into the center of her ass and waits for her hand to reach around and direct the head of his dick into her butthole. It’s wet and the tip of his dick finds a little space to push into and Patrick thrusts more and more into Alice until the whole head is covered and she loves the intense feeling and tells him to go more.

The progress is faster now and after several more thrusts into her ass, his dick is all the way into his step-sisters little ass. While he holds the yellow thong to the side, his dick is fucking his sisters ass as hard as he can while she keeps her face and cries out into her pillows.

He feels ready to cum and pulls out in time to spray wads of cum into the top of her butt crack so that it runs down her crack and onto her pussy.

She rubs his cum around her pussy and sticks her ring finger covered in both their cum into her ass and takes it out and tastes it. With a smile she kisses Patrick’s lips and tells him how much she appreciates taking the time to help out his younger sis.

With a sneaky gin on her face, Alice peels off her little yellow panties and hands them to Patrick

“For you to remember me when you move out,” Alice says with a pouting expression.

Patrick rolls over and texts Brian that he’s gonna save money by living at home for a while longer.

“I’ll keep these anyway sis, go to bed before mom and dad get back, maybe tomorrow you can give me a massage,” Patrick tells her with a kiss on her cheek goodnight.

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This is my first attempt at submitting a story. I’d like to give the reader fair warning that this is a novella and is over an hour long read. I think if you give it a chance, that you will find it suspenseful, descriptive, and erotic. I truly hope you will enjoy reading this account of my life as it is not a made up tale. It is a collection of real life events experienced by my wife and I.

What started out as pure fantasy evolved into something much more real and may not be tuned to everyone’s erotic preferences. I have been a long time consumer of stories on Literotica and have enjoyed many of your tales. Primarily, I have read stories about Loving Wives and even some Taboo/Incest. They have fueled a sexual awakening in myself that I did not know I had and led me down the path to the most incredible sexual experience of my life. For that I thank all of the writers who came before me and put words to paper.

This community has not only given me the gift of making my fantasy come true, but it has also helped me to deliver on my promise to my loving wife of helping her to achieve sexual satisfaction. Thank you for taking me down this path, and more importantly, thank you for joining me here to read this submission. Hopefully this will lead to more writings in the future, both biographical and fictitious in nature. Without further ado, this is the story of how I finally convinced my wife to have sex with another man.

My name is Aaron. I am in my late 20s, six foot tall, in good shape, athletic, and have always had a high sex drive. I am successful in my career, and while not rich by any sense of the word, my wife Victoria and I do not want for anything…except for my sexual desires, that is.

Victoria is amazing. She is part Latina, with flawless olive skin, a petite 5’5″, but what she lacks in height, she makes up for with her amazing body. Her body is tight. She spends 6 days a week in the gym. Toned, tanned, and with her 32 DD implants and impeccable hourglass shape, she is every man’s dream; everything I could have asked for in a wife and partner. Our only incompatibility is that her sex drive is extremely low.

Sure, we have sex at least once a week. She certainly enjoys herself, or at least claims to, but she rarely orgasms, and when she does, it usually makes her insecure. This has led me down a depressing hole of porn and fantasy, oftentimes reading other stories of lust on Literotica to help fill my void. It’s not that I don’t want her, but it has been difficult on me not being able to satisfy her in the way that I wish I could.

Victoria and I married young. We had only ever been with each other. There have been times that the thought of being with someone else had briefly crossed my mind, but deep down, I could never do that to her. She was the only one I ever wanted. When we have sex now, its is usually her that initiates because I hate feeling like I am forcing her into it. Like I said, we both enjoy sex, but for her its not a priority. She mostly does it for me because she knows I want it. I know what you are all thinking, “Well, Aaron, you’re definitely not doing it right then.”

I’ve asked her many times, “What can I do to help you enjoy this more?” And we have come up with different ways to help her overcome her insecurities and enjoy sex, and occasionally have an orgasm, but never how I had hoped it would go. I have told her many times that she should try having sex with another man. That maybe someone with a bigger penis or more experience would be able to please her in a way that I can’t. I’m not ashamed of myself or my abilities, but I definitely recognize and acknowledge my shortcomings.

When it comes to manhood, I am not undersized, but I’m not winning any big dick competitions either. On a good day, I’m a shade over six inches and average girth. She insists that it’s the perfect size for her, and that any bigger would be too much for her small frame. I’ve even tried using girth and length increasing penis sleeves. We love to use sex toys in the bedroom, but the first time I brought out the penis sleeve, she flat out refused until I took it off.

I was crushed. I was almost certain that she would not only love the “new me” so much that she’d insist that I wear it all the time, but I was also hoping it would lead her down the path to my ultimate fantasy of watching her have sex with another man. So much for that fantasy. All I wanted was for my wife to be pleased sexually, whether it was from myself or another made no difference to me. I just wanted once to see her in the throes of ecstasy.

This escapade all started a few years ago when Victoria and I went to the Castle Megastore, a local adult shop that we frequently visit. We were in the market for a new WeVibe, a U-shaped vibrator that the woman inserts into her vagina so that part of the vibrator rests on the woman’s clitoris while the male feels the vibrations that travel along the vibrator into the vagina. We had successfully sahabet güvenilirmi burned out the motor in the one we owned and were now looking to upgrade to the newest model, and maybe get her in some kinky lingerie while I was at it. If anything, I could always convince her to throw on some stockings and a garter belt, and if I was really lucky, some slutty heels.

While perusing the aisles, we came upon the penis sleeves. I grabbed one that offered a 2 inch extension and an additional inch of girth and said, “What do you think babe, can we finally try one?” Her look was one of complete disappointment.

“Not this again. I told you, I like your dick just fine. I don’t need anything bigger,” she exclaimed.

Downtrodden and clearly no longer in the mood to be at the adult store, I pleaded, “I really wish you would just try it. I really think if you had something bigger to work with, it would open you up to new experiences and new heights of pleasure that I haven’t been able to give you. If not with me, I wish you’d at least let me set you up with someone who had a bigger dick and more experience who could maybe…just maybe, help you to enjoy sex a little bit more.”

Something in her look changed. Like she was seeing the real me for the first time. “This is really something you want, isn’t it,” she said. “Not just some wild fantasy that you’ll immediately regret.”

“Yes!” I gasped. “I would do anything for you. I just want to see you enjoy sex as much as I enjoy it with you, especially if that means seeing you with another man.”

Her look returned to normal. “Well, I just cannot do that Aaron. I’m afraid that if I were to be with another man, that you just wouldn’t be able to see me as the same person anymore. It will totally change our relationship, and do who knows what to our marriage; even with your blessing. Even worse, what if I develop feelings for whoever it is you set me up with? What if he does pleasure me more than you ever have and then he is all I want? I’m just not willing to take that risk. Besides, who would ever want to take you up on such a crazy offer?”

I literally laughed out loud. “Are you kidding me, look at you? You’re sexier than any porn-star in any of the videos in this place. I could literally find any Joe on the street and they’d take me up on that offer in an instant. Craigslist personals may be gone, but hookup apps are all the rage. I’d wager that I could find exactly what I have in mind on Tinder in under a week.”

“No!” she again exclaimed. “I’m too afraid that I’d develop feelings for someone else.” She hugged me for what seemed like an awkwardly long time, considering we were still in the adult store surrounded by silicone penises and porn. When she let go of me, she looked into my eyes longingly, hoping that I’d drop the subject.

“What If I could find someone that you couldn’t possibly fall in love with, would you consider it then?” I said.

She exhaled, “in the highly unlikely scenario where you find someone who fits that criteria, I’ll at least consider it.”

I took that as a victory and we continued to shop for what we had originally come to the store looking for. We left with the WeVibe3 with wireless remote control, an emerald green lingerie set, complete with strappy bra, thong, and garter belt, and a pair of tan stockings. I was totally high on life. I could not wait to get home and make love to Victoria.

We got home and she promptly slid into her new lingerie set. I sat on the bed and stared at her as she slid the stockings up her smooth tanned legs. We shared a giggle as she fumbled with the clasps of her garter straps, struggling as always to clasp the back of her stockings. “Do you need a hand?” I asked.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she played. She slowly scooted her round butt towards the foot of the bed, and I slowly caressed her leg from heel to ass before I finally clasped her garter. She finally turned around and exclaimed, as if I had not been watching her through the full length mirror on the wall directly across from the foot of our King bed, “What do you think?”

“You are the sexiest woman alive,” I said to her. “I would do anything for you.”

She replied, “I know you would, and that is why I love you so damn much. Now let’s try out the new WeVibe!”

She was at least as excited as I was. I immediately pulled her close and had her straddle me as I embraced her and gave her a long, deep kiss. I caressed her nylon clad legs as she proceeded to grind on my lap, but I was already rock hard. I relished the vision of my sexy wife mounting me in the mirror. I grabbed her ass with both hands and gave it a big squeeze. She squealed in delight. Victoria ripped off my shirt and we fell to the bed. She hopped off me and quickly released the button to my pants and removed both them and my boxers in a quick tug.

I again sat up so I could watch in the mirror. She straddled me once again, and put sahabet yeni giriş her delicious breasts to my face, allowing me to bury my head in them, only surfacing for air. I flipped her to the bed, and proceeded to explore every inch of her body from neck to thigh with my tongue. Victoria moaned in pleasure, but I knew it was more for my benefit than a sound of delight.

I traced the lines of her thong with my tongue, ever so delicately awakening her vagina. She began to push back against my face. Once she was warmed up, I pulled aside her panties and made several full length swipes of her vagina with my tongue, making sure to put extra pressure on the hood of her clitoris. This time, she did moan in pleasure.

I continued the routine until she became frustrated and pulled me up for a sloppy kiss, licking her juices from my face. She rarely got off from oral. She’d often get close, but as she reached her peak, everything would become too sensitive and she’d stop me from continuing. Alas, here we were again.

I grabbed the WeVibe, lubed it up, and slid it into place in Victoria’s now slippery crevasse. I let her set the vibrations with the remote, and then I helped her by rubbing her vagina with my hand while she pressed back against me. We made out while she enjoyed the feeling of the vibrations hitting her directly on the clit and traveling into her hole. Her moans increased in pace, but were practically a whisper, like she didn’t want anyone to know that she was actually enjoying this. After a few minutes, she finally bucked her hips once, pressing her vagina into my hand for several seconds, before letting out one final moan. A minor orgasm! I considered this a good day.

She recovered her breath for half a minute before rolling over to the nightstand and grabbing me a condom. I put it on and positioned myself on the edge of the bed, back in front of the mirror. Victoria strutted back around, making sure I was able to see all of her curves move and bounce and she prepared to mount my fully erect cock. She straddled me once more, pulled her thong to the side, and positioned my dick at the entrance to her tunnel.

Victoria then bottomed out in one quick movement, taking all of my six inches at once. She rode me in that position for a few minutes, putting on a show on my behalf. I could tell her legs were tiring, so I sat up to help her by supporting her ass with my hands. It also had the added benefit of me being able to watch in the mirror while her vagina swallowed my dick whole.

I loved watching from his position. I could see her entire glorious backside, but all I saw of me were my legs and my dick inside her beautiful vagina. It made it easy for me to fantasize that she was fucking another man, so that’s exactly what I did. I pretended that I was watching her enjoy fucking a complete stranger.

After about a minute, it was too much fantasy for me to take and I held her down, taking my dick to the hilt, and I emptied my balls into her vagina. Into the condom was more accurate. We fell into a heap on the bed and cuddled for a few minutes before getting up and showering off. I was satisfied, but my head was still filled with filthy thoughts of Victoria fucking another man. I really needed help one way or another. I was starting to become obsessed.

It had been a few weeks since the trip to Castle Megastore, and several unremarkable love making sessions later when the idea that would change our lives finally struck me. I want to say that I had given her proposal a lot of thought, but between work and life, I hadn’t really thought about trying to find someone who she could not fall in love with. At least not much. This one particular Friday, however, the answer finally hit me like a ton of bricks.

Her parents had come over for dinner, as we had them over once a month to catch up and spend time together. I was speaking to her dad, Papa Joe, as we call him, when Victoria excused herself to make another drink. As she left the table, I watched as Papa Joe’s eyes ever so slightly diverted from our conversation to watch his daughter as she sauntered over to the kitchen to fix another cocktail.

I remembered a similar situation from a story I had read on Literotica when a man convinced his wife to have sex with her Dad. This was it! This was my eureka moment. I would convince Victoria somehow to have sex with Papa Joe. That slight loss of concentration where his eyes followed his own daughter’s ass gave him away. Now, if I could only convince Victoria.

The rest of the evening was a blur. I couldn’t focus on anything but the filthy thoughts that had buried themselves in my brain like a worm. How would I even begin to broach the subject with Victoria. She’d definitely have to be buzzed. Good thing she was already several cocktails in.

I suggested one more as a nightcap after her parents said their goodbyes and departed for the evening, and thankfully she accepted. I made sahabet giriş sure to put a little extra vodka in her vodka cranberry. Not enough to get her wasted, but just enough to loosen her inhibitions, and hopefully help to get me laid before bed. We sat on the couch by the fireplace enjoying our drinks and each other’s company, admiring her beautiful face and her amazing body in the sexy but fairly conservative maxi dress that she was wearing. I finally worked up the courage to bring up Papa Joe.

“So babe, I noticed something tonight, and it gave me an idea that I haven’t been able to get out of my head. Please hear me out before you stop me. So at one point during dinner tonight, you got up to go to the kitchen for another drink. Well, I couldn’t help but notice your Dad all but gawking at your ass as you walked away. But it was then that I realized, he’s perfect.”

“Aaron, I know where this is headed…please don’t say it,” Victoria pleaded.

“Seriously though,” I continued, “you’d never fall in love with him in that way and you couldn’t leave me for him. He’s perfect…please consider it, for me.”

“I can’t believe you are suggesting that I have sex with my own father, do you hear yourself right now, Aaron? What makes you think I would EVER consider this? Not to mention, that I don’t believe for one second that he was staring at my ass. It was probably all in your perverted little head. More importantly, how would we even make it happen between us? Its not like we can just straight up ask him to fuck me.”

“Good point. I didn’t quite think that through,” I relented. “But listen…he’s a good looking guy. He’s in shape, he’s only in his 50s, AND… he already loves you. Trust me when I say, he would definitely be interested. I’m sure we could figure out how to get him to make a move.”

Victoria still wasn’t convinced, but at least I had the seed planted. She claimed that she was tired from preparing and serving dinner, and that she was heading to bed. I wasn’t getting lucky that night, so I reluctantly joined her in bed, but my mind was racing and I couldn’t even begin to sleep. I tossed and turned for an hour, desperately trying to come up with a way to both prove to Victoria that her dad would in fact be interested in her sexually and then somehow get them in a situation where they could act on those desires.

Once Victoria was asleep I made my way to the home office and began to consult some professionals. I logged into Literotica and read for hours. Loving wives, taboo/incest, story after story. Some good, some average…some helpful, some unbelievable. But even such, just a short while ago I would have considered my situation unbelievable. I couldn’t believe I even brought it up to Victoria. It could have totally blown up in my face, so all things considered, I was doing pretty well.

Finally I came across a story with a similar situation. It was almost too perfect. At next month’s dinner I would set up a hidden camera to capture Papa Joe’s reactions to Victoria. She’d have to pull out all the stops…elaborate dinner, and dressed to the nines. It would be tough to convince her, but I was confident that if I could pull that off, my dream of seeing her with another man was as good as done.

I retreated to the bedroom, finally satisfied that I had a plan. I joined Victoria in bed and noticed that she had quite the satisfied grin as I kissed her goodnight. I could only imagine what she was dreaming of, but I knew exactly what images would be flooding my dreams that evening. I couldn’t wait to get up and start making them a reality.

When I finally got up, I was eager to fill Victoria in on my plans, but decided not to bombard her first thing in the morning, and to just let last night’s conversation marinate in her mind. I needed to be convincing but not overbearing. I needed her to want it as much as me, otherwise the efforts were pointless. If she felt pressured or disgusted by the act, she would never actually enjoy herself, which was the primary reason for wanting this to happen in the first place. Obviously, I would enjoy the visuals of her fucking another man either way, but what I really wanted was to see her achieving pure sexual bliss.

I was encouraged by the fact that even though she said no, she continued explaining why it wouldn’t work. She did not say that she was disgusted by the idea.. This told me that she might be able to be convinced to be open to it, but maybe was just doubtful of being able to pull it off. I continued to plan things over in my head the next few days, making sure not to mention anything sexual to Victoria in the slightest. I could tell that she was actually visibly bothered by my sudden “lack” of sex drive. Inside I was a complete mess, but outside I played it cool.

Victoria, on the other hand, was unusually sexual. Lots of touching, hugging, light petting, deep kisses randomly throughout the day. It was clear she was getting herself worked up. I rolled with her advances, but never followed through on them. It took all of my effort to hold back. I could tell it was driving her mad. Meanwhile, I had been combing through my plan with a fine toothed comb, desperate to ensure there were no holes or weak spots.

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School seemed entirely pointless these days. I sat in my chair in Spanish class squirming uncomfortably. I couldn’t wait to get home. The past three weeks had been more than amazing with dad. He’d been working out with me, taking long runs with me at night, and we’d end up in the park alone, making love beneath the branches of a willow tree. With him on top of me, inside of me, the whole world seemed to stop. All I could see was his eyes and he only had eyes for me.

Mom had been away on a business trip and I was glad of it, because when she was around I felt more than a little guilty. It was true that their marriage was simply for show, yet she was still my mother, no matter what else was going on. With her gone, it also gave me a few chances to slip into his bed at night, and climb on top of him when he was asleep and his cock was hard. I’d just shimmy down on top of him and ride him hard, waking him, and he’d look up at me in amazement as I took him with me as waves of pleasure rocketed through my veins. I loved making my daddy cum. I liked seeing the tiny rivulets of white shining on my skin afterwards, the musky manly smell of him woven with my young girl scent. He sometimes pretended that he didn’t want me, that what we were doing was wrong, but I’d convinced him that things were better this way.

My dad had started talking dirty to me when we’d be watching TV on the couch at night. He’d whisper “Is my little bitty girl all wet for her daddy?” and I’d smile up at him adoringly. Then he’d part my legs and run his finger up the inside of my thigh to my soaking wet crotch. He’d run lazy circles up and down my slit getting my panties sticky with my juices. It was times like these where it seemed that he was over feeling guilty for his actions. It had taken a little bit of convincing on my part to get him to see it my way. We were two people really, and the fact that we were father and daughter really didn’t matter.

After the first time he’d fucked me at Bart’s house, my dad had clammed up again. This time I didn’t let him have his solitude. I’d worn the most sexy and provocative outfits I owned and even borrowed a few from friends. I’d paraded around in front of him in the living room and would sit down on his lap, wiggling against his crotch until I’d get a slight moan or feel him grow hard beneath me. I had to do it when Kyle and Em were around so that he wouldn’t rebuff me. After one night when I’d teased him mercilessly, I was in the kitchen doing the dishes when I felt him behind me. His hands gripped my hips painfully and pulled me back against his rock hard cock. “You think you can just do whatever you want and get away with it?” he’d whispered menacingly. Then he’d hiked up my shirt and molded my breasts with his hands while his cock seemed to be pushing my thighs apart. I’d eagerly spread my legs for him and with a gasp he filled me. He shoved my head forward practically into the sink as he took me, fucking me so hard I nearly cried. I was paying for what I’d done to him; I knew that I deserved it. Every thrust was more powerful than the last and just when I thought the assault was over, he turned me roughly, and picked me up, setting me on top of the counter. He’d pried my legs apart forcefully and slid his manhood into me once again. “Put your hands around daddy’s neck.” He’d ordered and I could do nothing but obey. He crushed me to him and fucked me there on the countertop.

Tears clouded my vision but at the same time, a heat had begun to grow inside of me, a primal and deep heat that was causing my pussy to clench around his lotusbet güvenilirmi cock. “That’s right, I can do this to you too.” I came then, and sobbed as fire raced upward, filling me with a molten pleasure at my center. I felt him convulse with me and his hot liquid shot deep inside of me. We panted together, and leaned against one another for what seemed an eternity. Slowly he pulled himself away from me and kissed me tenderly on the lips. “Baby, you’re driving me nuts. I can’t control myself anymore. I tried so hard to not want you but then you do those things deliberately and I can’t not react to it. Just remember Kerry…you’re a big girl and you’ve made a choice to pursue this with me. I’m not going to be the only one responsible, you understand? This is your last chance, we can stop this here and now and go back to having a normal relationship…or we can have this. And I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop. It’s up to you.”

I had made my decision. I couldn’t go back to having a normal relationship with him, not after what we’d done. Thus, I’d had three weeks of wonderful sex with a man that I not only admired, but loved. The bell rang. I jumped up quickly and raced to my locker. I grabbed my books and was walking home when a car pulled up next to me.

“Hey kiddo, need a ride?” Uncle Bart smiled down at me.

“Sure.” I said eagerly, thinking I’d get home quicker.

I climbed in and we sped off, but after awhile I realized we weren’t headed back to my house. I looked over at him and he smiled at me. He reached out and took my hand in his.

“Where are we going?” I asked timidly. He didn’t answer but kept on driving. We were out of the town now, on a country road that led to the mountains.

“Uncle Bart?”

“Relax Kerry. We’re going to go somewhere where we can have a little privacy.”

A tiny knot of fear filled my stomach. I remembered what had happened at the pool, when he’d kissed me. All sorts of torrid and fearful thoughts entered my mind but when we took a left turn I finally relaxed. We were headed towards the family cabin. Surely this was a surprise, my dad had promised me a week ago that we’d go up there and have some time alone. Then suddenly Bart pulled off to the side of the road. The air was hot and still. No one was around.

“Kerry we need to talk about what happened.”

“Why? It was nothing, really.”

“It was for me.”

I could only stare at him.

“Girl…you are so hot. With that tight little swimsuit I could see everything.”

I looked out the window and he unbuckled his seatbelt.

“Kerry…I saw what you and your daddy did.”

I jerked in surprise and dismay.

“That’s right,I saw you fuck your daddy. I’ve been thinking about that for a long time now. Every night Kerry, when I fuck your Aunt, I’m thinking about the two of you, but especially you.”

“Shut up.”

“I will on one condition…see I bet that you and my dear brother have had a thing going for quite awhile now, am I right? Father’s don’t just fuck their daughter’s like that unless things have been hot and heavy before. Tell me what you did Ker. Tell me everything in detail and I won’t ever mention this again.”

I looked at him like he was crazy.

“Well, you can tell me, or you can show me. Your choice.”

I thought about it. I really liked keeping things a secret. All of the times with my dad were kind of sacred to me. At the same time, I’d never even considered Bart in a sexual way. I looked him over. He was a little taller than my dad, lotusbet yeni giriş and a few years younger. The same golden hair, the same tanned skin and tight body. They really did look a lot alike. I felt my pussy pulse slightly. I realized I was incredibly horny. I didn’t know if it was thinking about my dad or the possibility that Bart might touch me here in the middle of nowhere. What if I refused to do either? Would he lean over and pull me underneath him? Would he pull my legs apart and fuck me here in his truck? My pussy was drenched as these thoughts swept through me. It was wrong to be turned on by something that should have been so vile, and yet…I was.

“What would I have to show you?” I stalled.

He looked taken aback by my question.

“You serious? I hadn’t thought that you’d even consider…”

“Consider what?” I pushed.

“Touching me. Letting me touch you like Jake did.”

“Well…I’m considering.”

“Wow” he whispered softly. “Kerry baby, you don’t have to…”

“Maybe I want to.” I was feeling incredibly reckless. I wondered what it would be like, they were brothers after all. They looked so much alike. I realized then I’d made my decision. I took off my seatbelt and faced him. I lifted my shirt over my head and undid my bra. My breasts fell out before his hungry eyes. He looked like a wolf, ready to pounce on its prey. I unbuckled my skirt and pulled the zipper down. I lifted my butt off the seat and slid out of the skirt, pulling my white cotton panties with it. He glanced down at them and I followed his eyes, to see the damp crotch, sticky with my cream.

“Oh my God Kerry. You are so damn beautiful.”

He seemed frozen, unable to do anything but drink me in with his eyes. I decided to help him. I reached for him and tugged his shirt over his head. I reached down to his pants and undid the belt buckle.

“I can do it sweetheart.” He said huskily and pulled them off.

His cock was thick and hard, the veins almost seemed to pulse. He reached down to his cock and played with it, running his fingers up and down the shaft, letting his fist encircle it. He started jerking it, watching me, his lips parted, his eyes glazed over. I suddenly realized that he didn’t intend to fuck me; he just wanted to see me naked. I was frustrated. After all this, he wants to jerk off? My fantasy about him fucking me roughly in the truck seemed to evaporate. I was a little pissed off. Who does he think he is?

I laid down then, parting my thighs, showing him my pussy. He gasped. I ran my finger up and down my wet slit, lingering on the button of my clit. With a grunt he pushed himself up and leaned over me. I felt his hard cock against my thigh.

“You like what you see?” I taunted.

He looked down at me with a grim expression.

“Kerry… all I wanted was to hear about what you two did. I had to know. My imagination has been going crazy. I didn’t plan on this exactly.”

“Well what’s the plan now?” I had succeeded on turning the table.

“With you looking like this, with your little cunny practically in my face…You want it don’t you? You want my cock inside you just like your daddy. You want to know if I’m any better, that it?”

I smiled sexily.

“All right Kerry. All right.”

He rammed me then, his cock filling me to the hilt.

“Yes baby…take my cock. Take it all.”

I looked up at him. His eyes were closed, he was humping me quickly, never letting his cock get too far out of my pussy. He opened his eyes then and leaned lotusbet giriş forward kissing me passionately. Our tongues entwined and his flesh was a heavy mass of muscle on my supple young body. He leaned back then and pulled my legs around his head. He reared up and plowed me. My pussy bounced off of the solidity of him. Slapping wet sounds filled the space between us. He grunted with each thrust. He was staring at my tits, bouncing with abandon.

“You’re such a little girl Kerry. You’re so little. God yes…”

I cried out as he pummeled me, slamming into me so forcefully. He parted my legs then as far as they could go and lazily let his cock slide in and out of me so slowly. He watched our fucking like he’d never seen a cock inside of a pussy before. He then began to pick up pace, he leaned over me, an animal once more and fucked me until I couldn’t think. My pussy was raw with the carnage he was causing. His cock was so much thicker than my dad’s.

“Such a little whore…my little baby Kerry. Call me daddy. Call me daddy.”

What spurred me on was something so far beyond logic. Some animal took control of me then.

“Daddy fuck me. Please fuck me harder. MMMmmm daddy your cock is so big. It’s filling my little pussy up. Oh daddy I like it so much. Are you going to give me your white stuff daddy? Please….I’ll be a good little girl for you.”

He groaned loudly and I felt his sperm fill me to overflowing. Like a river it filled me completely and gushed out as he withdrew his cock. His cock was sticky and wet with both of our juices. I leaned up and then over, and took his cock into my mouth. I slurped up the results of our sex and found them satisfying. When I was done his cock was flaccid against my lips.

“Holy shit Kerry. Holy shit. You do this with Jake all the time? When did it start? The lucky bastard.”

I smiled. “You said I could tell you or I could show you. I just showed you. Take me home now.”

He shook his head in disbelief. I reached down for my panties and pulled them back up around my hips along with my skirt. I put my bra back on and slid my shirt over my head. I looked over and Bart was once again dressed.

“Do you think we can ever…do this again?” he asked hopefully.

“I don’t think so.” I murmured.

“Why not? You let your dad fuck you all the time.”

“That’s not true.”

“The hell it isn’t. Please fuck me harder daddy.” He mocked.

“Even if it is, what business of it is yours?” I retorted.

“Oh it’s my business now. I have the goods on you. But I could be persuaded to forget all about it, you just have to show a little good faith now and then.”

“Fuck you Bart.”

“Yes please.”

“If you think you can blackmail me, think again. You just fucked me. I have your cum in my pussy. If I went to the cops I could tell them you raped me. So shut up and forget about it.”

He looked hurt. “Fine Kery. Have it your way. I’m sorry I got tangled up in this whole sick thing anyway. You’re really a piece of work. I wasn’t even going to touch you.”

I suddenly felt sick. Why had I done it? I guess he just reminded me of my dad. But he wasn’t my dad and he wasn’t nearly as good. Even Kyle fucked me better than that. I hadn’t even cum. Hmm…Kyle. He’d been home from basketball camp for two weeks but had been pretty busy. He got a job working after school and didn’t usually get home until we’d all gone to bed. I thought that as soon as he got back he’d try to get into my pants. I knew what a little perv my brother was. I wondered why he hadn’t tried anything. It was really weird. I knew that I’d been hanging out with my dad a lot…and then it dawned on me. I’d been hanging out with my dad. Kyle hadn’t had any opportunity. Well…I was still horny. I hadn’t cum even though I’d been fucked hard. Maybe Kyle could help me out…

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To build a proper girl up, sometimes she must be broken down first. How? Shame is a useful tool when someone knows how to use it. This fact was crystal clear two days ago, after I crossed one line–when my dream finally came true and I put my hands on the flesh of my lovely, curvy, growing 18 year old daughter, a tall, pretty girl dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. In crossing that one line, I broke many rules: those of a husband, a father, and an adult. Yet I was not the one who felt shame; it was Laura. She turned quiet as I groped her naked breasts, she turned red as my hand touched her pouting, fatty tummy, and she saw herself as unworthy as my fingers touched her pubic hair while she heard my discontent that there was any hair there at all.

Two days later, the time had come for her to know of my driving lust. It was time for Laura to feel more shame. It was a Saturday like any other, except my son was away on a camping trip and my wife was about to leave for a few hours on a research trip related to her graduate work. Laura was plaintive and quiet as her mother left; surely my daughter suspected that more would continue today. I woke up with the slightest pang of guilt. I had, after all, gotten away with cornering my daughter in the bathtub, feeling her, belittling her. In my study, shortly after breakfast, any guilt I felt was solved by a short glass of Jameson whiskey.

Painfully, I waited a whole hour with just my daughter and me in the house. Then I called her downstairs to the den, a wide, bright room with a wall of windows that looked out to the back yard. On the coffee table there was a small paper bag, a tall glass of Jameson that morning, and an old Polaroid camera.

“Yes, Daddy?” she asked sweetly. I could see her eyes flit to the bag. She always was one who loved a present.

“I’ve bought you something. A present, since you did just a good job last time.” My last few words hung in the air. Since I had put my hands on her while she bathed a few days ago, this was the first reference to the event. She went to the paper bag, bending down to pick it up. For a moment, my eyes drank in the deep crevice of her ample cleavage. Those growing, tender breasts truly were delightful. Holding the bag, she pulled out first colorful paper, then two swaths of pink cloth. Momentarily she was confused.

I clarified it for her. “It’s a bathing suit, Marshmallow,” I said, using my pet name for her. “A two piece. Aren’t you…” I paused, emphasizing the next word, “big enough for one now?” Seeing her blush, I knew I had hit a nerve. Despite being 18, my daughter had only recently started to bloom, and with it had come some modest weight gain. Not only was she embarrassed by her ample, lovely chest, but the other curves of her body as well. Furthermore, she had always been a modest girl, preferring a one piece bathing suit even in our own pool.

“Yeah, I guess I can sort of see myself it….” Laura clearly was nervous about where this was going. Demurred, she smiled. “Thank you Daddy for the bathing suit,” she said plainly. She paused, perhaps thinking ahead and trying to avoid what was coming. She added, “I’ll try it on later.”

I sipped my whiskey and smiled; I felt evil and wonderful. “No,” I said directly, “you will go to the upstairs bathroom and put this on, then come back down.”

I was slightly surprised to see a faint, pained look on my daughter’s face. “Daddy, please. After what happened in the bathroom… I was terrified. It wasn’t normal. This isn’t normal.”

Anger flared up in me. She wasn’t ordinarily so vocal about dislikes. I took a deep breath, trying to control the rage wanting to bubble up. “I’ll tell you what isn’t normal. You have no boyfriend. I am not even sure that they find you appealing.” Anger seeped into my voice, my volume increasing. “But I do, and you should respect that! You should honor that!!”

Tears slowly came into her eyes but did not fall, making them appear thick and glassy. “I know I’m not normal. I wish I was… I wish someone would just tell me what is wrong with me!”

Not even wanting to let any fatherly sympathy leak in, I sipped my whiskey again. Silence filled the air. I took a breath and spoke softly but firmly. “Laura, speaking back is one thing wrong with you. Disobeying a man, any man, is another thing. But these things can be fixed. All girls have some badness in them. You, however, can be a good girl by going upstairs and putting on this bathing suit right now.” Now my voice changed, becoming more caring. “When you come downstairs we can have a good, honest look at your body and talk about what is right and what isn’t. Okay?”

My daughter sighed and smiled. “Oh, so that’s what you meant!” She looked relieved, and I realized that the events of in the bathroom must have taken a toll on her. In her naiveté, she truly believed that I was not capable of molesting her. This despite the fact that I had two days ago. And despite the fact that I would again this morning.

“Yes, darling. Go upstairs and change, celtabet giriş and we can get this worked out.”

Laura wiped her eyes and smiled broadly. “Alright, Daddy. Give me a minute.” The bathing suit in her hands, she turned and headed to the stairs. My eyes crawled over her butt, so wonderfully plump and round. In yesteryear she had been a delight to spank. I now looked forward to touching that ass again.

I could hear her up in that bathroom, the very one that I had seen her naked in so recently. She took too long to come down. At first I was angry, but I realized that she must be up there, hands shaking and butterflies in her stomach as she looked at herself in the mirror. She must be up there wondering what was going on, what would happen. She must be scared and curious and confused. All the more reminder to go slow with her.

In time, I heard the bathroom door open. She paused at the top of the steps, then came down and into view. I had bought her a simple pink two piece bikini from Victoria’s Secret in a medium size. Descending the stairs, my eyes were locked on her wonderful, moving breasts. They were large indeed, and had the bounce reserved for the rare girl that is both very busty and quite young. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, I looked into her face. Yes, she was nervous indeed.

“You are a lovely sight indeed, Marshmallow.” Laura smiled, letting out the breath I didn’t realize she was holding.

She walked closer to me, entering the full light of the windowed den. I saw now that I had misjudged in buying her a medium bathing suit. The bottoms seemed to fit with appropriate, luscious snugness. However, those wonderful, inescapable breasts of hers strained the top in an almost obscene manner. Goodness, how I loved the husky, soft curves to her body!

With a welcoming laugh, I said, “I must apologize, Laura! The top I bought you is certainly too small. I clearly… don’t know your size up top.”

She smiled back, in a relieved way. “Yeah! I was kind of wondering about that, but I guess I just thought… stuff… you know….”

I was not stern, but allowed the happiness to leave my voice. “‘Stuff’ and ‘you know?’ Laura, a girl has to learn to speak plainly to a man, as this is pleasing. Tell me what you thought when you realized the top was too small for your chest?”

“I thought you didn’t realize how much it had grown lately,” she answered plainly.

“Well, guilty as charged, my darling daughter.” A wonderful question entered my mind. “And just how large are they?”

Laura stammered and crossed her arms in front of her chest, then said, “I am a 38 D cup now, Daddy.”

How spectacular. She had managed to surpass her mother, who has a stellar chest. I looked at her chest and saw only arm. Hadn’t I told her a few days ago not to cover up by me? Wordlessly, my eyes flashed anger at her. The sides of her mouth went down; she recognized that she had done wrong. Her arms fell to her sides.

Returning to the topic of her looks, I asked her, “What is the best feature on your body, Laura?”

“My chest,” she said instantly. The answer that any girl with a large chest should give.

I smiled kindly. “Exactly, exactly.” I reached slowly for the Polaroid camera. “Now, I’d like to take a few pictures, so that we can discuss things from the man’s point of view. Is that alright?”

She paused, clearly unsure. I wondered if she could sense that this could be a larger development than it sounded.

I continued, soothingly saying, “Come on now for your father, Marshmallow. A few pictures so we can make you the very best girl possible.”

“…Alright. A few pictures,” she finally said.

I opened the Polaroid and leaned in close, squaring off her round, pouty breasts in the viewfinder. A snap, a whir, and moments later she was asked to sit next to me.

“What do you feel when you look at the picture of your chest, Laura?”

She smiled an innocent, toothy grin. “I feel like… proud. I mean it’s weird getting attention for my chest, but it’s nice too. It’s something not all girls have.”

“Yes, that’s a good girl. That’s why I taught you not to be shy about your breasts, that you shouldn’t hide your best feature.” I smiled sweetly, knowing that my next comment would give her a tweak. “In a bit when we talk about where you are lacking, keep in mind that your breasts are a positive.” I could see that it hurt her a bit to hear that some negative critiques were coming. I, on the other hand, couldn’t wait for it. “Stand up. Right in front of me.”

I had to pause a moment and drink in the sight of her body up close. I loved seeing her curves and I loved that she was no longer a skinny girl. Nonetheless, seeing her so close and knowing that she was sensitive about her weight drove the animal in me into only a greater fury on the inside.

Calmly, I snapped a picture of her plump stomach. “Turn around.” She did so and I took a picture of her equally curvaceous rear end. celtabet yeni giriş I heard her murmur something. “Sit down. And tell me what you just said.”

Sitting, she sighed. “I know this will be the tough part….” Her voice trailed off. It clearly was difficult for her to talk about her body. I told her to go on. Stammering and embarrassed she said, “I know I have a big butt. It used to be a tighter, like, bubble butt, and now…” she sighed. “Now it’s a bigger bubble! And I know that my tummy… is something we’re going to talk about too. And that that’s going to be the hardest part.”

“Your tummy, yes,” I said in a serious tone. I glanced at the snapshot of her stomach. Oh, how I loved that little bulge of hers! I resisted the urge to pin her down right there and take her virginity; instead, I reached for my whiskey. Then sternly, I said, “We’ll return to your tummy. Let’s look at the picture of your rear end now.”

We looked at the wonderful picture for a moment in silence. Then she held my arm and softly asked, “What do you think, Daddy?” My daughter looked up at me, her eyes big and inquisitive. Inwardly I grinned: she was growing more reliant on my opinion and authority.

“It’s not bad,” I said simply. I could feel her deflate a bit, but she still held onto my arm. In turn, I put an arm around her and continued softly. “Ever since you were little, you always have had such a nice curvy butt that pushes out. A bubble butt, just like you said. What I see now is just that little extra bit of weight added to things. It pulls your butt down a bit.”

Laura scrunched up her face, thinking for a moment. Then she lit up and blurted out, “I know!” Before I knew it she was up and out of the den, heading upstairs. I had absolutely no inkling of what she had in mind. Soon enough, she was coming down the stairs… having put on a pair of while heels. She grinned from ear to ear, clearly happy that she had thought of the boosting power of pumps all by herself. She walked in front of me and did a quick spin, ending up twirling all the way around. “What do you think?” she asked eagerly.

I had to genuinely laugh at her eagerness. “Slow down, slow down! I hardly was able to look and judge! Now turn around slowly. Face away from me.”

She did so, and I found myself truly enjoying the sight. “Laura, it looks great. It’s gone from being pudgy and fat,” that last word intentionally stung her a bit, “to looking plump and tight. Absolutely wonderful! Stay there a minute….” I took a quick picture. “Turn around.”

She looked at me, still smiling with pride.

“Marshmallow, what have you learned now? About heels I mean?”

“…That they make my butt look good?” Poor thing, clearly unsure, even after being so thoughtful.

“Exactly. So what should you do when you are around a man?”

“Well… wear heels, I guess.”

“Good girl, good girl. See, though you will never be perfect, you still have ways of highlighting the good parts of your body. Come sit.” She smiled again, happy with her ingenuity; I was then struck with some of my own. “Tell you what, Laura. Whenever it is just you and me home, I expect you to be wearing heels. No matter what.”

She was now sitting next to me again, her hand on my arm, her head on my shoulder. She nodded, not saying a word. I let the silence hang for a few moments; I knew she was nervous to see the picture of her stomach. I was happy to make her more nervous, more malleable.

“Laura…” I said seriously, “with this next picture, well, there isn’t a lot of good news.”

Silence, then a whispered, “I know, Daddy.”

“It’s a lot of bad news.” I held the picture right in front of my daughter’s face. “What do you see, Laura?”

“My tummy.”

Tersely, I said, “Describe it.”

“Well, it’s pale, it has a belly button–“

“No!” I blurted, surprising myself with the edge of anger. “What would you call it? What word describes it?”

She lowered her head and mumbled something near my arm.

“What, Laura? Speak up so I can hear you.”

Softly, barely above a whisper, she said simply, “It’s fat.”

I pretended not to hear her. “What?! I am a man, a concerned man, who is giving you time out of his day to attempt to make you a better girl! Say it loudly, you stupid fuc–“

“FAT!” she yelled. “My tummy is fat because I am fucking FAT!!”

Love and lust flooded me and I kissed the hair on her head. Whispering, I said, “Good, that’s good. You’ve admitted it Marshmallow. You’ve admitted the truth. I’m proud of you.” Her body shook softly against mine. She clearly wanted to cry but once again was holding it back. I rubbed her back and kissed her head, letting her calm down. We had crossed a bridge together and I let her take the time she needed. Hell, I knew I could stop now… but there was no reason to. My lust needed release before this morning was over.

Laura looked up at me, wiping away whatever tears might have been there. “Daddy… I want to get celtabet güvenilirmi back to looking the way I was.”

I responded with sympathy and a touch of condescension. “The way you were was before your body started to change. That change isn’t going back. You are lucky enough to have those wonderful breasts, but in your case there is a price to pay. The price is being curvy all over.”

She nodded, but clearly wished it was not true.

I kissed her on the head again, then said, “Let’s continue. With the pictures, I mean.”

Silence. I looked down at her, and she up at me. Laura didn’t want to continue; she had had her fill for the day. However, her weak spirit was all but broken and she would continue.

“Laura, go up on the coffee table.”

Confused, she moved from sitting with me on the couch to sitting across from me on the coffee table.

“No, Laura,” I said as though it was plain as day and she was acting stupidly. “Get up on the coffee table on your knees. And hands.” I then added with a sweet tone but wicked, hurtful thoughts, “Don’t worry, you won’t break it.”

She stood up looking a bit wounded, and for a split second my heart skipped; I thought she was walking out. Instead, she walked so that she was facing the long side of the coffee table… and promptly crawled on, slowly and gingerly. She moved forward a bit, even with me. I had a beautiful side of my daughter on her hands and knees wearing the tight pink two piece bathing suit. Seeing my daughter bent over like an animal as she wore a too-small bathing suit, as she did as I said… life was wonderful.

I snapped a picture, and she did not turn her heard. It was a gorgeous picture, her hair draped down, her beautiful, full body in its animal shape. Her breasts hung and her ass pushed up a bit in the air. Just like in the bathtub the previous time, she looked ahead. She was silent, embarrassed, ashamed… and following my directions like a good little girl. I glanced at the picture, then dismissively threw it on the coffee table, under her head. She was forced to look down on it while I stood, moving closer.

I asked, “What do you see? What’s the first thing your eye goes to?” I added, warningly, “Be specific.”

My daughter responded with a low, clear voice. “My tummy, my fat tummy. Because it’s more obvious like this. It… hangs a bit.”

“Yes…” I said, pleased. “And what do you see less of like this? What good part of you that could take my eyes off of your fat tummy can’t I see as well?”

I could tell her eyes were scanning the picture, that she wanted to give the right answer, that she wanted to please me. Then the correct answer came from her. “My breasts. You can’t see them as well when I’m like this.”

My hand went to her back. “Correct, Marshmallow.” My fingers went to the knot of her bikini top. “Time to fix that.” I pulled at it, and within a moment my daughter was topless before me. Her large, 38 D cup breast hung. They were still pert and youthful, but nonetheless pulled down by their own lovely weight. Hanging, her areolas looked both round and slightly conical, and her nipples were pink and small and seemed hard and wanting. With nude shame, she lowered her head even more. An animal’s sign of submission.

I moved to the opposite side of the table, camera in hand. I saw her in profile, her head on my right and her feet on my left. I stood back, seeing her hair hanging down, her eyes seeming empty as they stared at the table. My eyes were drawn back to her sumptuous chest, and I snapped another picture, knowing that this one would be kept and especially treasured. The polaroid developed, and I felt that she had to see it. I placed it in front of her, and her head rose a bit. I could read no emotion from her, and I realized why: she was waiting for my approval or disapproval.

“You are lovely, Laura.” I could see she was smiling with relief. She thought she was beautiful too, despite the rough things that had been said. I looked down at her, still on all fours on the coffee table, still feeling some pride in herself. With my left hand I rubbed her back. “Truly lovely.”

Then, finally, after waiting two endless days… I reached, and my right hand cupped her right breast firmly. It was wonderful, better than I remembered: warm and fully and aching to be squeezed. And this time, I felt the hard nub of her nipple against my palm. I told myself, or tried to convince myself, that I wasn’t molesting my daughter. We were both enjoying this. Weren’t we?

I rolled her hard nipple between my fingers, eliciting a grunt from her. I reached over her, grasping her left breast with my left hand. Holding both of my daughter’s breasts, I was in heaven. I had to capture the moment. I stepped back and snapped a picture. Laura didn’t move one bit.

I took a breath and, walking around the table once more, I sat down. It was absolutely phenomenal to see her, still on hands and knees atop the coffee table, having hardly moved.

“Laura?” I asked. “Are you alright?” She nodded silently. “Talk to me, Marshmallow. Tell me what you’re feeling.”

There was emotion in her voice. “No one has ever treated me like this before. No one. I’m a little scared, Daddy. My mind keeps telling me to run away… but my body wants to stay.”

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It was done. She’d put her hands around to her back to unclasp her bra but then she’d stopped and come over and pulled her drapes shut. I know she didn’t see me. I had my lights off and my window was just one of a whole bank of them in a high rise across a city street canyon from her high rise. She did this nearly every evening. First the uniform and then the underwear. And sometimes she closed the drapes and sometimes she didn’t. It was sort of hit and miss.

I’d seen enough to arouse me, though. I looked over at my bed, the stick already there on the coverlet. The urge was almost overpowering to go over there, lay down on the bed, and just get on with it—like most any other night.

But this wasn’t just any other night. And I’d held off for a month, savoring how it would be when it happened. This year it was going to happen. I promised myself.

I willed myself to dress and get out on the street. I took the clothes I was going to wear off the chair and draped them on the bed—right where I would be laying if I didn’t have the willpower to fight the urge. Having them there would just so much more help to keep me from giving in.

And it just wouldn’t be the same if I gave it. It wasn’t what I wanted—what tonight of all nights should help me achieve.

I steeled my will and began to dress. I would look like a cat burglar—or just like many other clubbers out in the night, depending on what I wanted to be. Everything would be black, head to toe. And I’d even take a black face mask in case I needed it. And the bag. That too was black. I opened the bag and put the stick, which was black, from the bed in it. There, that was all I’d need.

I’d try the Starlight Lounge first. They were having a party there, according to the paper. And the paper was right. The place was aswirl with garishly dressed people, all pretending to be something they weren’t. Well, I knew it was like to have to do that.

I walked around the fringe of the group until I came to a bar, where I managed to wedge myself in at one end. I watched the party for a while. I wasn’t the least bit out of place in a cat burglar attire. Everyone was pretending. I knew this was a fast and loose place, someplace where I hoped I could find what I wanted. I looked around, scrutinizing all of the pretenders closely, but none of them was what I wanted.

“Looking for anything in particular?”

She was slim and blonde and not that bad looking in the dim light of the party room. All tarted out, she looked just like a French maid. She was carrying a tray.

“No asyabahis yeni giriş thanks, I have a drink.” I pointed to it.

“I’m not a waitress, silly,” she said. “It’s just that you look like you’re looking for someone special.”

“I am,” I answered, honestly.

“I could be someone special,” she whispered in a breathy voice, and as she did so, she took my hand and pulled it under her skimpy black skirt with the oval of a white apron in front.

I jerked my hand away and turned from her and fled the club.

I stumbled out onto the street. This wasn’t working. I’d look in a couple of other clubs having parties on this night of all nights. But I’d work my way down toward the naval base. There were a couple of clubs there that I get what I wanted as a last resort even though it wouldn’t be fully satisfying—it wouldn’t be exactly what I wanted, what I’d been saving myself for a month to enjoy.

What I’d never had fully as yet, no matter how much I knew it would please me. Always a substitute of some sort.

I passed a park and saw them—two of them. In police uniforms. I got hopeful and I crossed the street and walked toward them.

“Park’s closed, bud,” one of them said, as I drew closer.

“Lost? Can we help you,” asked the other.

“No, thanks, officers,” I mumbled as I passed them, my head turned down. “Just out for the parties, you know.”

“The worst kind of night,” one said with exasperation as I was pulling away from them. “Can’t tell the straight-up citizens from the crazies or thieves and rapists on a night like this.”

I was trembling. I had thought . . . maybe. But I’d been wrong, disappointed. They weren’t it. I wanted to turn and yell at them—to tell them that it was as hard for me on a night like this to gauge people for what they were as it was for them.

I passed the mouth of an alley as I got close to the seedy area near the docks that served those and the small naval base.

“Pst. Say, young man. Can I interest you?”

I turned and looked into the shadows of the alley. A woman was there—a gypsy or a bag lady, I couldn’t tell which. All I could see was a cartoonishly made-up face with a gash of red across it, even red stain on the teeth where she’d missed in plastering on the lipstick. And sagging breasts. Breasts that were exposed as she held open a sweater.

“I call ’em Pride and Joy,” she said, with a cackle. “Launched many a fun party, they have.”

I shuddered. I couldn’t look away, though. They were blue-veined and tubular. Nothing asyabahis güvenilirmi to be proud of or to give anyone joy, I thought.

“Ten for a BJ,” she said. “Twenty dollars for all the way. Best fuck on the docks, sweetie.”

“No doubt,” I muttered. But I quickly kept walking toward the docks. That wasn’t it, not it at all.

My eyes zeroed in on Nathan’s. I’d been in here a couple of time, thinking that this would satisfy me. And on a normal night, I might have settled for what I knew I could find here. But not on this night of all nights. There was an outside chance that I’d find what I wanted here, though. Dykes came here too—or so I heard. And tonight, there might even be one here that met my needs.

Nathan’s was in a smoke-filled basement space that was even smaller and darker than the Starlight Lounge. That wasn’t surprising. The people coming here generally were seeking even more anonymity than those who went to the Starlight Lounge.

It was crowded tonight, as I knew it would be. This night, like none other of the year, lent itself to the needs of the people coming to a bar like this.

Among the ebb and flow of the clientele on the dance floor and at the bar—and stealing, hand in hand, toward the door masked by a beaded curtain at the back of the room—were several in naval uniforms. That wasn’t surprising. There was a naval facility just a couple of blocks away. Although, of course, naval uniforms were rarely to be seen in here on any night but tonight. It wasn’t a uniform I was looking for.

As at the Starlight Lounge, I went to the bar, ordered a drink, and then turned and surveyed the crowd—hopefully, but not with a lot of hope. Surely there’d be one with the right uniform here tonight—on this night of all nights. And could it be asking too much that one would be what I was looking for?

Apparently so. I didn’t see any, and I didn’t want to spend all night looking. I had contingently plans, like I did every year. But there were time constraints on that.

“Hi, big boy. And I do mean big boy.”

He was small and dark, and in a naval officer’s uniform. And he had his hand on my crotch.

He’d come up close beside me and whispered it in my ear. “Wanna top me? You’re just the stud I’m looking for.”

“No.” I almost screamed it as wrong as it was. It wasn’t what I wanted at all. This just wasn’t working. I brushed him away and headed straight for the door out to the street.

I made the cell call on my way back to my apartment. When I got there, I poured myself a asya bahis giriş slug of Scotch to call my nerves and take the edge off my disappointment. It had been like this every year. I just couldn’t get it completely right. I thought about the woman in the apartment across the street canyon from mine, wondering if she was single, if she was lonely, if she might be willing—if she’d wear the uniform—her uniform; the uniform she worn for real, not pretend. Too many ifs. I poured myself another shot of Scotch.

I set the black bag down next to the bed and took the black stick out—and the tube of lubricant—and set them on the bed next to where I would lay. I stripped off my trousers and my briefs, but I left the black turtleneck sweater on. I put the black mask on my face and then pulled the black gloves on my hands.

Then I sat on the end of the bed and waited.

Later—later than I’d thought it would be—I heard the knock at the door. I got up and crossed to the door and answered it.

“Good evening, officer,” I said.

“Sorry I’m late, hon, the policewoman said. It wasn’t a firm booking, so I’m overbook. Hope you have it all ready. I’ve got a lot of territory still to cover tonight. Halloween’s our busiest night of the year.”

“On the bed,” I said, as I moved to the bed and laid down.

“I remember. I was here last year too.”

“The nightstick. I hope . . .”

“It’s your money, hon. Whatever turns you on. This is your night of all nights. Ya want the handcuffs this year?”

“Yes, ma’am. Please.”

She stood over me, greasing up the end of the nightstick. Then she leaned over me and grasped my cock—already engorged in anticipation of the experience that almost, almost, but not quite, was exactly what I wanted—and began to masturbate me. The other hand was grasping the nightstick and working my asshole with it, as I lifted my hips to her attentions and groaned in anticipation of the release.

The focus of my attention and sensation went to the woman’s hand on my cock—and the blunt head of the nightstick at my hole. Not just a woman. A woman in uniform. A cop. A disciplinarian. Catching the cat burglar, interrogating him. Making him writhe. Punishing him. I moaned. Climbing higher and higher. Trying not to explode too soon. The rough, authoritative hand on my cock. Not my best choice. Having to take what she’s giving, though. Faster and faster. Crying out as she squeezed the bulb hard. “Oh, shit yes.” No control. Being driven, punished, beaten off. I screamed, “Oh, yes,” as the nightstick breached the sphincter muscle and rubbed against the prostrate.

“Yes, ma’am! I’ve been bad. Punish me!” Almost heaven. Not quite, but almost.

If only she were a real policewoman—like the woman I watched undressing across the street at the end of her shift nearly every night.

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Lisa tossed and turned in her bed, unable to sleep, she glared at the little LED clock on the table beside her. It taunted her with the dimly lit digits 02:03.

“Urghhhh!” she groaned out loud in frustration as she raised her arms and then slammed them down on the mattress.

Her mind raced with the thoughts of her upcoming exams and she was stressing out in major fashion. She needed to relax, but couldn’t get her brain to switch off.

She was a first year in college, studying biology in the hopes that she would get into medical school one day. It had always been a dream of hers to become a doctor.

She had spent all day revising at the library and her head swelled with scientific facts, memorised diagrams and figures.

As she lay in her bed, she stared at the ceiling, hoping, no pleading with herself to fall asleep.

The room was dark, the brightness of the nights full moon penetrated the slats of the horizontal blinds hanging over her window, illuminating the opposite side of the room.

Her head turned and her eyes followed the projected light across the walls of the room, it was a visual smorgasbord board of college clichés – there was the boy band poster, the oiled semi-naked hunk, the Polaroids of her and her room mate taped to the wall – the time table with coloured post it notes strewn across it.

The room as a whole was quite narrow and she shared it with her college room mate Lucia Martinez or Lucy as people had come to call her. They both lived in the hall of residence on campus grounds.

There were two single beds opposite each other, separated by a small bedside table. Even though the room was small, they were lucky enough to get one that had its own private bathroom. Most other students on the same floor had to use the communal wash facilities. This worked out great for Lisa as she didn’t like getting naked in front of other people if she could help it.

Lisa was the kind of girl who purposely wore baggy clothes in order to disguise her true figure. Not that it was bad, far from it. She was 5’8 and had a classic hour glass figure. She had the breasts and the hips combo that most women would be very, very happy to have. Her long blonde hair touched her shoulders, although she normally had it up in a scrunchy during the day.

Lucy had gone out for the night, her bed ruffled from the night before. She was the messy one of the two – they were like the original odd couple. Lucy was outgoing and messy and Lisa was shy and tidy. It took them a while to get used to each other, but they seemed to make it work.

Lisa’s quest for sleep was interrupted by a noise at the door and the sound of muffled voices. She recognised Lucy’s voice but it was accompanied by a second much deeper voice.

Great she thought, she’s brought home a date.

She drove the covers over her head, no choice but to pretend to be asleep to avoid the awkwardness and the potential for small talk.

The handle turned and the door opened slowly, Lucy entered the room first and turned to look behind her, her finger pressed to her lips “Shhhh!” She whispered to the boy behind her.

He followed her in and gently closed the door behind him. Lucy kicked off her heels and walked to her bed, she turned and said “are you coming?”. The boy looked at her and then at the occupied bed opposite her.

“What about her?” He whispered.

“Oh she’s fine, she’s fast asleep”

He kicked off his shoes and walked over to the bed. She wrapped her arms around his waist and they kissed.

As their lips parted she grabbed hold of the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head and cast it to the floor behind her.

Unbeknownst to Lucy, Lisa was wide awake watching from beneath the covers, a small gap in the covers allowed her to see, curious to see what was going on – she couldn’t sleep after all.

The moon light acted as a spotlight, illuminating the boys chest, it was very well defined. He clearly worked out Lisa thought.

Lucy resumed kissing him and pulled back biting his bottom lip. She moved on to his cheeks giving him soft kisses and slowly worked her way down the side of his neck, all the while her soft hands caressing his pecs.

She continued her journey down his taught bonus veren siteler figure. She kissed his chest and playfully nibbled on his nipples. He let out a quiet Moan of approval. When she reached his mid-rift she used her tongue and licked between his abs until she reached his naval.

Lucy, now on her knees looked up and gave him a wicked smile. She unbuttoned his jeans seductively and slowly pulled down the fly. All the while looking at him and not breaking eye contact.

Lisa watched on, gripped by what was about to unfold.

Lucy tugged down on the jeans and they slowly fell to the floor. He stood there, the outline of his package showing in his very tight sky blue boxer briefs. Her index fingers slipped inside the elasticated waist band on either side of his hips and she slowly pulled down, the fabric falling away inch by inch revealing the goodness inside.

His cock burst from behind his underwear as if it were an animal escaping from its cage. It caught Lucy on the chin, startled she fell back and then quietly giggled.

She looked up, she could see him smirking. Lisa also found the moment amusing and found herself grinning to.

His engorged member was pointing directly at Lucy, she softly grabbed the shaft and positioned it face up so she could access the underneath. She ran her tongue from base to tip, his cock pulsated, seeming to swell even more.

Lisa had never seen one this close before, sure she knew about them from the text books, it’s biological purpose, what it does etc. but nothing quite prepared her for this. His cock was long about 7-8 inches, thick with slightly raised veins running down the shaft. His head was a soft lavender colour with just a dash of pink at the tip. It was beautiful she thought to herself.

Lucy, her mouth now open took just the head in her mouth gently pulling back his foreskin as she did. She swirled her tongue around his bulging head and licked the tip. He groaned with satisfaction “oh babe” he murmured.

She pursed her lips as she slowly removed it from her mouth. She moved it to the side and began to lick his shaved balls, she licked and then sucked on them with great care. She teased him again, moving back to his shaft, gently jerking it repeatedly and massaging his ball sack.

Lucy then took him in her mouth, his dick sliding in with ease. Lisa watched from the sides, she could see Lucy’s cheeks fill, the outline of his head scraping the inner walls of her cheeks.

Lisa was overcome with a warm tingly feeling below. She bit her bottom lip then placed her middle finger to her mouth and sucked on it imitating her room mate.

Hypnotised by the bobbing of Lucy’s head – back and fore she went, the saliva seeping from the side of Lucys mouth. The sounds it made as it slipped in and out of her mouth.

Lisa withdrew her wet finger and began to slowly rub it over the entrance of her mound. Teasing the edges.

The boy reached down to Lucys head and locked his fingers on either side of her thick black hair. He started to guide her, pushing himself deeper into her mouth – she gagged as it touched the back of her throat.

Lucy had no choice but to grab hold of his buttocks to control her self as they rocked in unison. The gagging become louder as the head of his penis pushed further to the back of her throat.

He slowed down and withdrew from Lucy’s mouth. A strand of saliva connecting his tip to her mouth. She kissed the head and licked up the saliva.

“Fuckkk” he moaned.

Lucy wiped the excess saliva from her chin with the back of her hand.

Lisa gazed as the saliva glistened on his large magnificent cock.

Lucy got to her feet and took off her top revealing a black lace bra and pushed her skirt to the floor revealing the matching underwear. They sat on the edge of the bed and lowered themselves so that they were almost laying down. Lucy unclipped her bra, while he removed her underwear.

Lucy was gorgeous, she had light brown skin and thick black hair that came down to her ample breasts. They were large but not too large and pert with beautiful dark skinned nipples. She was the total package.

As Lucy laid back on the bed, the boy parted her legs and proceeded to bedava bahis kiss the inside of her legs, gradually working himself further down until his head was firmly ensconced between her thighs. Lucy moaned as his tongue entered her, licking and flicking her clit.

His tongue rolling and probing its way around her. Her backed arched and she grabbed the back of his head, guiding him to the sweet spot. Her breathing began to quicken. He knew she was close, her thighs gripping tighter around his head.

He raised his head and looked at Lucy, she mouthed the words “Fuck me” to which he fully obliged.

He moved up her body so they were face to face now, with one hand to prop him up and the other he used to push his cock inside of her.

Lucy moaned some more. He moved both his hands to the head board to support himself, his biceps tensing. He thrusted his hips, driving himself inside her more, building a slow steady rhythm. Beads of sweat now visible on his chest.

Lisa completely aroused now, could feel how wet she had gotten. She massaged her clit with two fingers, soaking wet she drove her fingers deep inside her mirroring the couple opposite. She was close to climaxing herself, she rolled on to her stomach and ground her hips into her fingers, her head buried into her pillow to muffle any sounds.

Lucy wasn’t far behind her, the thrusting had become quicker, short powerful hip thrusts. The head board began to squeak from the rapid movements. She was in the zone, “Mmmmm, that’s it, harder, yeesss, yeeess. Oh god, oh god, I’m gonna cum” she moaned.

Lucys body tightened as she orgasmed hard.

From the corner of his eye he could see movements underneath the duvet opposite matching his own.

He ignored it, and with a deep moan and a final thrust he came inside Lucy, she could feel three powerful spurts of cum inside her, it radiated warmth inside her.

He pulled out of her and a few drops of semen dropped on to the now slightly damp sheets. He saw a towel draped on the end of the bed and wiped himself down and passed it to Lucy so she could give herself a quick wipe. She threw the towel on the floor and they collapsed besides each other and spooned under the covers.

Lisa having just orgasmed herself tried to slow her breathing, she needed to use the bathroom to freshen up, but had to wait until it was safe to do so.

She wasn’t wearing anything when she went to bed as she had read going to bed naked might help her to sleep better, something about regulating body temperature. 30 minutes went by and she cautiously waited as the pair eventually fell asleep.

Confident that they were sleeping, she slowly peeled back the duvet, got up and tip toed to the bathroom holding her breasts to stop them bouncing as she walked.

She opened the door and left it ajar slightly as not to make any noise with the lock. She turned a night light on and stood in front of the sink and looked in the mirror, her face still flushed she looked down to the taps and gently turned them to wash her hands. As she looked back up to the mirror, she saw the silhouette of a person behind her.

She quickly turned whilst attempting to cover herself up. He came closer and softly closed the door behind him.

Lisa could see him properly now in all his glory. He was tall, around 6ft, wavy brown hair and with barely a trace of body fat, his arms were muscular, but not huge, the slightly raised veins mapped his forearms. That chest again, those perfect abs and well that magnificent cock of his.

“I saw you earlier” he said.

“I know what you were doing under those sheets”.

Lisa froze, “I, I don’t know what you’re talking about” she replied.

“I think you do”.

Did you enjoy the show? He asked. Don’t be shy now.

Lisa didn’t know what to say, on the one hand she wanted to scream but on the other hand she wanted him to fuck her right now over the sink.

He stepped forward, He reached out to her shoulder and stroked it slowly with a finger.

“What about Lucy?” She said.

Lucy was… he paused for a moment and then said “fun.”

Do you like…” he paused again as he looked her up and down. “Fun”

“I guess so” she said sheepishly.

He pushed deneme bonus up closely to her, there bodies now touching, she could feel the heat between them in the chilly air of the bathroom, her body tingled in anticipation.

He lowered her arms from covering her chest, the cold bathroom air made her small pink nipples erect. He wrapped those powerful arms around her waist and pushed closer again. He kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth, their tongues now rolling against each other’s.

I can’t believe I’m doing this she thought. I’m actually going to have sex. Don’t over think this she told herself, this is not an exam. What do I do?, what do I do? She kept asking herself.

She could feel him getting hard, it was now pressing firmly into her thigh.

Ok girl, you got this she said to her self.

Her hands gripped the sink behind as she tried to steady herself. He grabbed his now fully erect clock and rubbed the head alongside the entrance of her mound. It was wet, her knees felt like buckling underneath her, she bit her bottom lip.

“You like that” he said.

“Yes” She said enthusiastically nodding her head.

He lifted her up so she was sitting on the edge of the sink, her legs now spread open as he stood between them.

He pushed the mushroom head of his cock inside her and pulled it out again, teasing her. He did again, but this time pushed a bit deeper. It was very tight he thought, feeling a bit of resistance as he pushed all the way in. Lisa quickly grabbed onto him and buried her fingers in to his back.

“Oh god!” She exclaimed.

She was glad he could not see her face at that point as she winced in pain.

There was mixture of pleasure and pain as her body opened up to this new experience. His cock completely filling her, it was a strange sensation and felt much better than when her fingers were doing it earlier.

She locked her legs around his waist and forced her heels into his backside to push him deeper inside her. She grabbed his hair and kissed him again, she rode the waves of ecstasy.

This was amazing she thought, why had I waited so long to try this.

He pulled out of her and motioned to her to turn around. He stood behind her now, So they could see each others faces in the bathroom mirror. He used his feet to guide her legs further apart and pushed inside her again from the back and started fucking her again.

He held on to her hips, pumping away, the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other echoing in the room.

Lisa’s breasts were now bouncing as he pounded away. It was much longer before she orgasmed hard and had to bite into her shoulder to stop the scream. He was still going, he pulled hard on her hips. She tightened around him, almost squeezing down on his cock from the inside. She could feel the release of warmth inside of her. They looked at each other’s faces in the mirror, they were both red and sweaty.

He pulled out of her and a mixture of cum and blood fell to the floor. He looked at it and looked back up at her.

“Are you ok?” He asked.

She looked down to see what he had seen.

“Umm, yes I think so”.

“Wait, that wasn’t your… you know first time was it”

She looked embarrassed and looked away. “It was” She said quietly.

“Was it ok?”

He reached out to her head and turned her face to face his.

“You were great” he said sweetly.

“But more importantly did you enjoy it. “

“I did, I enjoyed every second” she replied.

“I never thought my first time would be in a bathroom though. “

“Every one has their first time stories” he joked.

My first time was in my next door neighbours shed and it lasted all of 30 seconds.”

He laughed to himself reminiscing, Lisa smiled.

Will I see you again she asked. I’m sure we’ll see each other around campus. My name’s Lucas by the way and yours?.

“Lisa” she replied.

“Look, I’ve got to dash, maybe we can do this again some time.”

“I’d like that “

He turned and left the bathroom, he bent over to pick up his clothes, Lisa stood leaning against the bathroom doorway admiring his tight ass as he did. He put on those sky blue boxer briefs and once again the animal was caged. The jeans swiftly followed and then the shirt.

He collected his shoes, not putting them in and turned to Lisa.

“Tell Lucy it was… fun”

Then gave her a cheeky wink and left the room.

Lisa jumped back in bed and fell asleep almost instantly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey,” comes a whisper.

“Hey, back.”

“Did you sleep okay, Baby?”

“Like a rock, my love.”

“Oh Jimmy, I love being your love.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Jay, you kept that one secret.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You have a sword, Jimmy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They all seem to jump up at the same time.

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

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

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

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

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

“God, it’s beautiful here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With that, we all started laughing.

Sam then jumps up, “come on Jay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You haven’t shown me them, Jimmy.”

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

“Will you show me later Jimmy?”

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

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

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

“Love you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

I glance at Sam, and roll my eyes.

“How long until your next test Jay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Part One: Virgins Need Not Apply

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I left.

I didn’t want to leave!

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

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

I was a virgin.

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

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

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

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

Oh my god.

Andy was watching porn!

Oh, this would just be too embarrassing.

How perfect!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, I should amend that.

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

I didn’t even know his name.

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

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

“The pear pie is especially good right now.”

“Sounds great.”

“That’ll be $5.50.”

“Here you go.”

“Have a nice day.”

“You too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There was an address and a phone number.

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

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

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

-I’m heading home,- I typed to Andy.

-See you soon!-

Part Two: Shots Fired

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She said excited, “I would like that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I said, “Wow! I like that idea.”

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

I said, “No, silly, of course not.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

She said excited, “I like that.”

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

I asked, “Are you ok?”

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

I said smiling, “I know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I said, “Nothing.”

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

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

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

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

She said, “Nope, not bad at all.”

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

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

I said, “Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

I said, “Sometimes.”

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

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

She said, “So am I turning you on?”

I said, “Maybe.”

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

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

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

I said, “Sometimes.”

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

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

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

I said, “I like that.”

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

I said, “In a safe in my office.”

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

I said, “Yeah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She said, “Wow, that’s really hot.”

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

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

I said, “I just rub it on my penis.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

She said, “Wow that was loud.”

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

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

She said, “Did you cum yet?”

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

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

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

She said, “I like that!”

I said, “I figured you would.”

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

***

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

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