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It was Sunday, the first Sunday where I didn’t have to sing at the Cathedral of the Sacred Mother. The Chancel Choir was out for the summer. My first Sunday in six months of no commitments, no waking up early, no dressing up, nothing but sleeping in to my heart’s content. I didn’t have the struggle with the alarm clock of “to sleep or not to sleep” or my morning prayer to God to turn back the clock so I could have just two more hours.

I snuggled into bed as I heard the sounds of my Master’s wife, and my lover, getting herself and the kids ready for church. I heard Master get up to fiddle around on the computer and I snuggled deeper into the oblivion of sleep, so thankful for this free Sunday. No singing, no church, and I can sleep until noon if I so desire.

I fell back into sleep and dreamt of CSI agents investigating a dungeon on the World of Warcraft, while dragons flew overhead and a Catholic choir sang the “Ave Verum Corpus”. Obviously, I am slightly influenced by the television, my family’s video games and my life… As I lay in bed, reveling in the cozy warmth of my comforter, laying on my tummy and dreaming the weirdness in my own imagination, the slap of suede thudded into my dreamland, waking me up roughly, and flooding my bum with hot warmth.

Master pushed the blankets aside, exposing my butt to the cool air the fan was generating and his red sueded leather flogger. His fingers caressed my behind for several moments, as he made admiring comments about my butt belonging to him and him alone. I whispered my consent in the form of a “yes, Sir” and my butt, on its own volition, wiggled against his hands. As I started to drift off again, comforted by his caresses, my eyes closed and I gave a little moan, and then “Thwap!” the flogger’s leather strands slapped the backs of my thighs, and my moaning turned into a sharp yelp.

Master ordered me to follow him into his bedroom and I obediently followed, climbing up onto his King-sized bed and assuming my position, kneeling with my palms facing upwards on my thighs, my knees opened slightly and my head tilting down. I wanted to take off my glasses, and when they fell, I worried, afraid they might break in our playtime, so I jumped up and leaned over to find them. As cliché as it sounds, I really am blind as a bat without my glasses. As I bent in half, I wasn’t thinking of the target I was making of my ass to my Master’s hands, floggers, and other creative toys he might be hiding in his leather toy bag. He teasingly spanked me as I looked for my glasses, but seeing my distress over them, he kindly picked them up and put them on the dressing table so that we could resume our play without my worries. What a nice Master!

He shoved me roughly escort bostancı onto my face on his bed and made a big production out of showing me the brown leather Cat. The Cat?! I shudder even thinking about it. The Cat O’ Nine tails flogger is our punishment flogger. Whenever sis or I disobey (or when I’m too sassy), he brings out the Cat. Eek! It is not my favorite toy. I lay there worrying about what offense I may have committed and wondering if I should confess. Well, there were a couple times I masturbated without a May I? but those were late at night when everyone was sleeping and I was feeling a little horny, but knew he had to wake up early…Surely, he didn’t know about those?

I stayed silent though, not wanting to confess anything that might get me into trouble. He flogged the bed around me, startling me and sending a rush of hotness to my pussy. He then swatted my white behind several times in rapid succession with the Cat, making me yell out a cry and blink away tears. He alternated between whip-like lashes and feather caresses on my entire back, making me alternate between whimpers of pain and sighs of contentment.

He dangled the leather fingers of the cat in the crack of my butt and I arched my hips, raising my butt to his delicious touch. The handle of the cat pushed against my hole and I gave a little moan, but Master did not go further, just teased my greedy little hole. As I squirmed in need, he switched to my favorite red sueded-leather flogger and once again the hard thwacks began anew.

As ecstasy washed over me, sending me reeling, he paused and I heard a sound that makes me wrinkle my nose and think “oh no”. I peeked over my shoulder and he was holding two small rubber floggers and spinning them in the air like propellers. He brought them closer and closer to my skin and their stingy slaps felt like bee stings all over my shoulders, my back, my ass, the backs of my thighs, and the bottoms of my feet. I moaned in pain, and he ordered me to spread my legs. I complied and he began to flog my pussy, using the rubber floggers for a while and then switching to the sueded leather. Each flog made me wet and I started to involuntarily rock against the strap, meeting the flogger halfway.

Master dipped the leather strands slowly onto my wet pussy, and then dragged it endlessly, infinitely slowly across my pussy lips, drenching the leather, and making my hips squirm against him. He used the cold metal handle and chain and danced them over my clit. I was desperate for more. I was floating. As I neared my orgasm with the chain on my clit, he pulled away, and gave me a harsh swat with the now-wet flogger. Sting! The pain racked through me as he hit harder and ümraniye escort harder and I floated higher up, my eyes drifting closed and my body starting to shiver. I felt stuck in that moment of “half sleep, half waking” that Lysander says in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. I was entering sub-space when Master yanked on my hair and said “I’m dripping for you. On your knees, slave!”

I crawled up, on all fours, arching my waist to the position that gives him best access to my pussy, spreading my knees and giving an impatient moan when he pushed just the tip of his cock inside of me and stood still for a moment. He pulled out and used his cock to slap against my clit and I arched more, ready to beg if I had to.

I needed him inside me. He teased me for moments longer, but knowing what I needed, gave a quick thrust into me and started to fuck me. He hits such nice places in this position. I rocked back against him, reveling in each stroke of his cock inside of me. I made fists into the sheets and he grabbed at my hips, pinching the flesh between his fists and controlling each thrust. As an orgasm shuddered through me, I whispered an “I come for you, Master” and he praised me with a “Good girl” and continued to fuck me.

He reached forward and gathered my hair into a ponytail, tightly holding onto my hair with one hand, pulling my head back to an uncomfortable position and making each thrust more savage. My eyes rolled up to watch the ceiling and my neck ached, but the swat of his other hand on my ass focused my pain elsewhere. He slapped my ass as he pulled my hair and rode me hard. Another orgasm ripped through me, but I could barely gasp out that my orgasms belong to him. I was focused on the dual pain of my hair being pulled, my ass being slapped, and my neck in this hyper-extended position. When my wrists started to give out from holding my weight, I used my elbows for support, lowering my chest to the mattress, raising my ass, and allowing him better access.

Without warning, he pushed me on my side, grabbed my thighs and yanked me to the very end of the bed, my butt dangling off, and exasperating my fear of falling. But, he held onto me, using his body as support, and raised each of my legs to his shoulders, entering me again with rough thrusts. I had to stifle a couple giggles when I felt like he was using my legs as ski poles, but then he likes how tight my pussy gets and pulsates when I giggle, so I wasn’t too worried about killing the moment. He gave me a couple more waves of orgasms and then pulled out.

He pulled out, without reaching his own orgasm, and walked out of the room. I crawled up onto the pillows and curled up on my side, wondering where he was going, but still kartal escort bayan shuddering under the effects of the past hour of flogging and fucking.

I was ready to drift off into sleep. Don’t you love how a good orgasm, or six or seven, makes you drowsy and floaty? He returned with a Diet Mt. Dew (his fuel) and offered me a sip. He turned the ceiling fan onto a higher setting and as I lay on my side, he climbed behind me and entered me. We got kind of tangled and our sweat and my juices were making us stick to each other. He teased me about us sticking together and then we switched to a different position.

It was time for missionary….but he grabbed my ankles and spread my legs into almost the splits and thrust into me. I was caught between the pain of my thighs and hips stretching and the delight of each thrust. But I didn’t want to complain. Complaining might end this delightful experience. As it got to be too much, he knew without being told and moved my legs to another position, straight up against his chest, where my feet were in his face and he could nibble on my instep and bite my toes. His cock seemed to grow as his balls slapped my ass. I said a sassy “Now, your balls are flogging my ass” and he grinned this masculine grin of triumph and conquering hero that I love to see.

He moved my legs again, pushing them into an almost lotus position and reached his hands to my pussy, where his fingers danced on my clit and he took moments to pull on my pussy lips until I gave a cry of pain. He pinched at my lips and clit and thrust into my now-sore pussy and sent me into a wave of orgasms that didn’t seem to stop. I became incoherent. Couldn’t even get out a sentence, though I tried. “I c-c…ooh, I cum….ooh, nice….oh God….I cum…again…oh Sir ..ooh do that again….harder…..oooh…I c-c-c…..!” He slammed into me again and again and my pussy shuddered in response. He grabbed my wrists and pinned me to the bed, growling now. My pussy was getting sore and I was panting and out of breath and finally begging for him to cum.

He threatened to pull out and cum on my face, which sent another orgasm through me, and the strokes of my pussy tightening on his cock milked him into his own orgasm and he shot hot cum up inside of me. He came with a shout and several savage grunts. We lay there, him on top of me, still joined, and both of us sweating and breathing hard, my body trembling and him getting this tender grin on his face. After attempting to cuddle and realizing the sweat of our bodies and the wet spots on the bed weren’t too comfortable to lay in, we headed to the shower and I washed him thoroughly, and ended up in helpless giggles in our shower as he turned from stern Master to silly adolescent. He says he has a dancer’s body and I laugh and tell him to take her out of the trunk before she stinks up his car.

It’s now noon, and I didn’t get to sleep in; but what a wonderful way to spend my first Sunday away from the church choir…

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My summer was coming to a close, and it slowly sank in everyday. I had a few weeks left along the beach before I went back to my boring life in the city. I had done a considerable amount of writing this season and my publisher was quite happy with my accomplished texts. The end of the summer creeping up on me, I had had plenty of distractions to keep my mind off of Paul, but there were a few nights when I woke up in a sweat, tangled in my sheets and throbbing between my legs so bad I wanted to call and beg him to fuck me again. His muscled, tattooed arms holding mine down, pinning me to the bed as he spread my legs apart with his so he could slide his hard cock inside my quivering pussy, fucking me and reminding both of us just whose dirty whore I was. Grr! I growled to myself when I awoke that morning, panties damp again. I couldn’t call him. Our relationship was on his terms, no feelings, and I would respect that. I have been emailing him some naughty pictures every other day though, hoping he would be back soon.

Today was a lazy day so I decided a nice, relaxing afternoon on the beach soaking up some rays would be great. I hadn’t laid out on the beach just for sun all summer since I had a lot of writing to do. I gathered up a few things in my beach bag, put on a white string bikini, pulled my hair up in a ponytail, threw on a shirt and shorts over my bikini and headed out the door. The beach was not too busy with passers-by beyond my deck but there were several people strung out closer to the water. I plugged my earphones into my iPod and in my ears, slipped on my sunglasses and took a long walk up the warm sand to a quieter spot. I knew of a place that would take me a half hour to walk to but it was always worth it to hide in this spot; I could take my bikini off and try to fix my tan lines.

I made my way up the beach to some rocky walls near an old, dilapidated pier. Tossing my flip flops in my bag I held it over my head as I waded through the waist-deep water under the pier. The waves splashed up and over me as I moved through the mostly shaded entrance beyond the rocks to an empty, sandy beach secluded from everything by a wide, horseshoe-shaped wall of rock. The sand was smooth and damp from the waves and empty of shrubs and other plant life. The area was large enough for a small beach party but today it looked like no one had been here in quite some time. I sat my bag down, dug out my large beach towel and laid it out on the sand several feet from the water. I peeled off my wet shorts and tossed aside my shirt, adjusting my bikini bottoms as I waded out into the ocean to cool off before I laid down. As I walked out and sank down about chest-deep in the cold water I caught a glimpse of the sun reflecting off of sunglasses on the other side of the pier. I stood up suddenly, disappointed I had been followed. That feeling was quickly replaced with happiness.

“What’s up, sexy?” Jack hollered at me once he was clear of the pillars.

I smiled, putting my sunglasses on top of my head as I waded back to shore. His tattooed arms and chiseled abs glistened from the waves under the pier, beads running down to his waist more visible as I got closer. He was wearing a pair of green swimming trunks and sunglasses, his wavy hair damp. I always imagine how good his hair feels between my fingers when I see him. He pulled his hands out of his pockets as I stepped out of the water and stood in front of him.

“I escort bostancı wondered what you were up to, wandering out here all by yourself,” he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into him. He leaned his head down and kissed me on the neck while reaching up with one hand to tug on the strings around my back, untying my top. I breathed in sharply with both motions, pulling back from his grip with a shy grin. I walked away from him, reaching back to tie my strings again as I reached my bag.

“Oh, okay, you’re avoiding me?” he asked, walking up to me as I turned around. I glanced up at him as I sat down on my towel. He was frowning.

“No,” I answered as nonchalantly as I could, trying to hide my excitement. “You’re a pleasant surprise. But why rush things?” I winked.

He smiled at me, kneeling down on the end of my towel and pushing me onto my back, laying his weight on me. I could feel his erection through his trunks against my leg. I wanted to wrap my legs around him so badly as he started kissing and nibbling on my neck and down between my breasts. He moved my bikini over on one breast, revealing a cold nipple for him to suck on. No, I thought to myself as my clit began throbbing. He followed me here; he has time. Let’s play.

“Stop,” I said, twisting around under him. Jack stopped, frowning at me again. He got up on his knees again and I sat up, fixing my top and reaching into my bag for a bottle of oil. I wonder how long this will last… “Will you put this on my back?”

He looked down at the bottle and sighed, eventually taking it from me and pouring some on his hands. I rolled over and laid on my stomach, turning my face toward him to watch. Jack rubbed the oil lightly between his hands before rubbing it on my legs. He took his time, massaging my hot skin with his oiled hands up and down each leg in turn. As he moved up and between my thighs his fingers slipped under my bikini, rubbing oil on my ass cheeks. I moaned, enjoying every inch of his touch on my flesh. Soon he moved up my body to my back and after several minutes on my back he untied my top again, moving the strings to my sides and out of his way to rub the oil in higher. I gasped as my bikini laid loose under me on the towel. I watched him grin as he put more oil on his hands to rub into my shoulders and arms. He straddled my waist to work on my shoulders, his damp trunks warm on my back in the hot sun. I moaned again as he massaged my arms, wiggling my ass a little under him. He groaned over me, pausing to consider his options. “Are you ready to turn over?” he asked.

“No, not yet,” I replied, giggling a little as I relaxed while watching him the best I could. I was throbbing so hard now I could barely contain myself.

“Alright,” Jack said, moving off of my back and spreading my legs apart with his knees. He grabbed my hips roughly, pulling my ass up in the air and positioning me on my knees. I gasped at the sudden motion of my body but I didn’t fight him; my swollen mound was needing attention by now. He rubbed his hard cock between my covered ass cheeks, gripping my waist with one hand and pushing my shoulders down with the other. I moved my arms up by my head, preparing for his next move and releasing my long brown hair from my ponytail. He took the strings on each side of my bikini bottoms between his fingers and pulled them undone slowly, letting the damp garment fall to my ümraniye escort towel to expose my ass and bare pussy to the sun.

I looked back at him the best I could, watching his eyes take in the sight of my glistening pussy. I heard him groan as he realized he had oil all over his hands, so he wrapped his arms around my thighs and put his mouth on my swollen mound, sucking on my clit and licking my lips. I arched my back more, wanting his tongue deep inside my tight hole. He obliged, his hot tongue diving inside me, tasting my juices as he gripped my legs tighter. I shuddered, his tongue sending waves of pleasure to my core. He devoured me like he had never tasted anything so sweet. I moaned, breathing heavier as my orgasm came closer to the surface. He flicked my clit with his tongue and sucked on it, coaxing my juices from my pussy and all over his mouth. I came hard, screaming into my towel and shuddering as he gripped me tighter to lick up my juices.

Jack slowed down his motions as my screams subsided, pulling away from me to slide his trunks off of his hips. His dick was between my ass cheeks before I could blink, a bead of pre-cum on the tip coming in contact with my hot flesh. He spread his knees apart to line up with my dripping wet hole and his dick dove inside swiftly, burying itself in me. I cried out with the rush in pleasure, needing his cock in my pussy badly. He held still for a moment, slowly pulling back out of my hole and thrusting back inside me harder, fucking me hard and slow for several minutes while he held on to my hips. Hot waves of pleasure spread throughout my body with every pounding my pussy received. This fucking was torturous, but I wasn’t above begging for more.

“Please,” I moaned, pleading with him. “Please stop this torture, I need more.”

Jack stopped moving, pausing for a moment before sliding his dick out of me and pushing me to the side of the towel. I stayed on my knees to keep the hot sand off of my naked ass and removed my loose bikini top while he laid down on his back on the towel. Remembering the oil on his hands, he put them under his head and grinned devilishly as he waited for me to get on top of his hard cock. I stepped over him and knelt down over his stomach, putting my face into his. He pulled his hands out from his hair and grabbed my head, pulling my mouth to his to kiss me hard and hungrily. I tasted my juices on his lips as his hands moved down my hair to my back, holding me against him. My large breasts rested on his chest, heaving with each hungry breath we allowed each other. Soon I lifted my face from his and positioned my wet pussy over his cock, rubbing my mound on his shaft as it laid on his belly. He moaned as I teased him again, but my own hunger made me grab his cock and hold it under my soaked pussy and I slid down on it easily, my juices coating him once again. His hands finding my waist again, he held me against him while I ground my hips into his, the tip of his dick rubbing my cervix deep inside me.

“Oh, god I love being deep inside you, Lydia,” Jack groaned as his eyes rolled back and closed while I started fucking him harder. My hot, naked body grew even hotter in the afternoon sun as I felt every inch of his hard dick moving inside my tight hole. His hands moved to my breasts as my breathing grew louder and he pinched each nipple and pulled gently as I came, my hands resting on his chest while my screams escaped kartal escort bayan my throat. I rode him through my orgasm and stopped, lifting my pussy off of his shaft slowly and back down, my breasts resting on his chest as his hands caressed my ass.

After a few minutes I got up from his body on my towel, reaching down for his hand. He looked at me questioningly but gave me his hand anyway. I pulled him up to his feet and got on my knees in front of him, his still hard dick throbbing in my face. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, licking around the head as I looked up at his face. The sun was behind his shoulders, casting a shadow on his face and sexy smile as he watched me taste my juices on his member. My hand moved down the shaft to caress his balls as I took the tip into my mouth. One of his hands moved into my hair as I slowly eased his penis into my mouth and down my throat, taking in every inch of his warm, salty shaft. I sucked gently, moving his cock in and out of my lips. I loved the feeling of his penis in my mouth, and my pussy was throbbing again as I worked my tongue around him. I fingered myself with my free hand as his fingers wrapped themselves tighter in my hair, his grip on my head applying pressure. He was going to cum, and I wanted to swallow every drop.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” he whispered.

I pulled back from him, sliding the tip out from my lips and looking up at him teasingly. “Please do. I wanna taste you.”

Jack groaned, took my head in both of his hands and rubbed the tip of his throbbing dick on my lips. I opened my mouth and he thrust inside, his dick feeling wonderful gliding across my tongue. He fucked my mouth gently at first, but as he came closer to his release he let go, allowing me to suck at my own hungry pace. Soon I could feel the pulse of his seed spurting from him, his hot cum flooding my mouth and spilling down my throat. He moaned deeply as I continued sucking until every drop of cum came out of him and he grunted, shuddering in my mouth and hand.

I stood up from the towel, wiping the corner of my mouth as I grinned at Jack. He was smiling also, steadying himself on his feet. “Don’t fall over,” I joked.

“I won’t,” he replied, his smile growing as he reached for me. “But I’m not done with you yet.” He caught my wrist, jerking me toward him and pushed me down onto the beach towel by my shoulders. His dick was still hard and he was grabbing my ankles as I laid back, the towel hot from the summer sun on my bare back and ass. Both of my ankles were suddenly resting on his shoulders as he stuck his cock back inside my wet pussy. I gasped as he dove in, pressing my legs into my torso as he fucked me harder and deeper. I couldn’t move but I didn’t want to as I felt the waves of pleasure spreading through me again. Holding onto my own knees, he fucked my hole for several minutes like this until he filled me with his cum again, crying out with his release.

Jack laid on top of me for a moment, letting go of my legs so I could drop them and relax. Both of us were drenched in sweat from our fucking and the hot sun beating down on us. As I relaxed there catching my breath, he got off of me slowly and offered me his hand after standing up. I took it, helping myself up to my feet. Hearing the waves crash just a few feet away my sweating, naked body moved itself toward the cold water. I waded in at a steady pace before diving under, the ocean waves cooling me quickly. I surfaced and looked back at the secluded beach; Jack was following me in. I grinned, splashing him a little as he got closer. He grabbed my wrist, drug me into his arms and kissed me hungrily, the cold water swirling around our naked bodies.

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Note: This story is not a quick fuck. It is more of a romance than a few sentences that you can masturbate to. If you are looking for one long sex scene try another story (I will be putting one up shortly that is entirely sex) or just skip to the sex.

Catherine

“School’s over. Now the real work can began.” I lamented to my best friend, Ashley at the first graduation party of the year. I had to shout to be heard over the music and the shouts of a bunch of football players who already had picked out their fraternities.

“I thought you liked doing theater.” Ashley said, trying to look like she was paying attention but she was clearly occupied elsewhere.

“I do but it’s a lot of freaking work. I mean it’s a different show with new costumes, lighting and sets every two weeks. And I’m going to be working my ass off in a non air conditioned cockroach infested school while you get to hang out in a bikini with Danny and Chris.” Ashley laughed.

“Those losers? I was hoping for a college guy.” I nudged her.

“They are college guys now.” I reminded her.

“Well they still kiss like they are trying to clean my tonsils out.”

Suddenly I spotted him. “I don’t know. Some of them aren’t so bad. Let me show you.” And with a wink at Ashley I began to make my way through the crowd over to where he was standing.

He was tall with long hair that fell a little past his shoulders. His jeans hugged his butt and his shirt clung to his body emphasizing his abs. Every cliché I had ever heard (from the crappy romance novels I used to read before I got any action under the covers to the Disney movies I watched when I was younger) came swarming through my head at that moment. Especially when his eyes locked on mine. Before I could say anything to him though Cory Richards came on the scene.

“Catherine!” I cringed as heads swiveled in my direction. Attention. Just what I had been hoping to avoid. As if right on cue Cory’s girlfriend Kelly appeared at his side.

“Was she invited? She doesn’t even go to Lakewood.” A crowd was beginning to form.

“She used to.” Ashley said hotly. She was the typical best friend always having my back.

“Well the party is for people who graduated from Lakewood. Not some trashy private school for whores.”

There was dead silence. Ashley turned to look at me expectantly. I had come a long way since then. But there was still some part of me who couldn’t handle it. I left the party without another word.

Let’s rewind. Imagine a short, skinny girl definitely not ugly but certainly not your typical blonde bimbo that gets elected homecoming queen (obviously I’m generalizing here). So I wasn’t an ugly duckling but I wasn’t exactly a swan either. And when you are in high school, it’s tough for the people who aren’t swans.

Especially after the torment started. At first it was the whispers. Then came the shoves. Over time it turned from subtle pushes to being knocked down flights of stairs. But even I could never see it ending the way it did.

Now several years later I still close my eyes as I replay my freshman year. And when I open them they are sparkling with tears.

Joe

The summer after I graduated from high school all I had lined up for me was sleeping, eating and jerking off to the large stash of porn I had accumulated over the four years of high school.

Unfortunately life had other plans. Two weeks into summer my mom informed me that she volunteered me to do the lighting for a local production of Grease.

“You got to be fucking kidding me.” I complained. Mom glared at me.

“Watch your language young man. I was not the one who needed two extensions to get my community service hours in on time.”

And it was because of that damn community service project that one week into summer I was already a slave to commitments that I honestly didn’t care about. I had been hoping to put it off until college. Obviously that was not going to happen. I hate my life.

Even though I had set my alarm, I arrived at my first day of rehearsal late. The theater was just what I had expected. Stuffy, the air stale, the stage small and cluttered with dust and small pieces of rubble. The constant chatter of the cast was already escort bostancı starting to give me a headache. It was going to be a long week.

One of the older women at the front of the room caught sight of me. “Joe it is so nice of you to help us out! We were in a really tight spot until your mom offered.”

“Oh it’s nothing.” I said making a mental note to kill my mom as soon as I got home.

“I’m Amy.” the director and that is Lexie, the choreographer and Anthony our music director” She gestured toward two people who were having an argument over coffee brands.

“And this” she held out a black binder that gave me the feeling I was back in school “is your script. Mark it, highlight it, make notes in it- today you will just be observing as we do a run-through. Tomorrow we can try the show with lighting.” She turned to the group of kids in the auditorium.

“Everybody on stage please!” I was almost knocked over as a bunch of kids stampeded past me.

Most of them looked to be in middle school but there were several that were in high school, maybe older. They were the ones who took their time getting to the stage laughing and joking and flirting with one another just like the characters in the show (yes I have watched the movie).

Several girls nudged each other and giggled. I’m not going to be falsely modest. I know I’m sexy. And I have no problem with being that way. But sometimes, like now, I get annoyed when groups of middle school girls start batting their eyelashes at me like they have a chance.

“Catherine” one of the very few boys in the cast called from the stage “hurry up!”

I was almost knocked over when I turned and collided into a girl running towards the stage. We both took several steps back.

At first I was too occupied with the throbbing pain that I felt in my head to notice that she looked familiar. I cocked my head to the side, trying to place where I had seen her. Maybe an underclassmen at Lakewood. Or an ex girlfriend of Cory’s. He had dated enough girls to put together a cheerleading squad.

Then I remembered.

“You’re that girl from Kelly’s party” I blurted before I could think. Her eyebrows knitted together in a frown then brushed angrily past me taking care to stomp on my feet again. And this time I was pretty sure it wasn’t an accident.

Catherine

As usual Amy started the day off with a run through of the show. I think it went well although I can’t be sure because I wasn’t paying much attention. I was too distracted by the fact that the cute guy, who had witnessed one of my many moments of utmost humiliation, was now sitting in the audience.

Obviously I was not the only one who had noticed him because a lot of the girls were a lot more focused on his presence than they were on their lines. That was especially true for Kiana and Daria, the only girls doing theater that had also graduated from high school. The minute we stepped offstage, they both nudged me and burst into giggles.

“That guy is hot! Where the hell did he come from?” Kiana asked nudging me with a sly wink.

“I think he’s doing the lighting” Daria whispered as though she was sharing military tactics.

“Well” purred Kiana “I’ll give him something to shine the spotlight on”

“I know him” I blurted without thinking. All eyes turned to me.

“Your kidding?” Charlene whispered.

“Sorry” Daria backtracked “I didn’t know you guys were-“

“Oh we’re not!”

“But you saw him first that makes him yours. I would just make sure you lay your claim soon. Some girls in this cast have NO class.” she rolled her eyes.

“I want everyone onstage!” called Amy. For the last few minutes she had been talking with Lexie and Anthony and were now here to give us notes on our performance. For most people this is their least favorite part of a runthrough. Not for me though. Amy loved to lavish me with “good job” comments and like most actors I loved hearing my name.

Today during notes though I found it hard to concentrate mostly because in the light of day the mysterious Lakewood guy looked even more sexy than he had the other night. Maybe Amy noticed the lack of interest because before she dismissed us for lunch she gestured ümraniye escort at him and said “Oh this is Joe. He will be doing the lighting for our show. I expect you to listen to him and treat him with as much respect as you would treat Lexie, Anthony and I.”

Daria gave me a knowing nudge. I snuck a glance at Joe who had blushed when his name had been called. He had been looking down at his copy of the script but almost as if he could sense my gaze he lifted his eyes and rested them on me. It was my turn to blush. I felt a hot flood of warmth throughout my body and had to avert my eyes.

It was only when the rest of the cast started to jump up and move off the stage that I realized we had been dismissed for lunch. As I went to my bag to put my tap shoes away I noticed Julia (a obnoxious sophomore at Lakewood) sauntering over to Joe as though she were about to entertain at a gentleman’s club. I tried not to pay attention to their interaction but it really wasn’t working.

“So” Julia simpered giving him a not so subtle up and down “your name is Joe?” He nodded looking slightly alarmed. Well maybe more than slightly.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Julia.” she bent over to shake his hand but really was just looking for an excuse to put her boobs in his face. I rolled my eyes, having heard enough. I shoved my feet into my flip-flops and left the auditorium without a backward glance.

Joe

I can’t believe people actually spent time in this auditorium for fun. It felt like I was baking in an oven. Every single hair was plastered with sweat to some part of my body. And yet some bit of jailbait from the cast still decided to hit on me in front of everyone. Including Catherine.

I was still having a hard time getting over the fact that Catherine was here. With luscious shoulder length brown hair, big brown eyes, pouty lips and a curvy body that made my cock twitch inside my jeans; she was a walking wet dream.

I had no idea why Corey and his friends hated her so much and on Saturday he had been too plastered to give me an answer. But here I was, and so was she. And Corey wasn’t. Anything could happen.

The auditorium was almost empty now. Thankfully the blonde bimbo that had shaken my hand a few minutes ago had left. Well at least she had killed the stiffening of my cock. All morning I had been trying not to look at Catherine.

The show was Grease and Catherine was playing a sleazy greaseball of a guy who reminded me of Corey. It was living proof that she could look sexy during anything. Dammit, all the thinking about Catherine had been getting my cock going again. I got to my feet and headed for the bathrooms, hoping to maybe rub one out but on the way to the men’s room the sound of my name made me stop dead in my tracks. I moved closer to the window where I could see about seven girls sitting on the picnic table, not unlike the first scene of Grease (you know it’s a sad day when you start drawing musical theater parallels).

“Well he is cute even if his friend does sound like an asshole” one of the girls was saying. Catherine who was sandwiched between two other girls shrugged.

“Catherine has got her hands full with cute guys, right?” said the girl on Catherine’s right nudging her playfully. Catherine mumbled something inaudible.

“What do you mean?” asked one of the girls who looked no older than twelve.

“Every single year Catherine manages to find trouble.”

“What do you mean trouble?” asked another girl who, I had learned from earlier experiences, could have the word “Dense” tattooed on her forehead without anyone’s objections.

“So who is it gonna be this year? Joe?”I found myself holding my breath. Here I was 18 years old and I was eavesdropping on a girl like some randy little boy in the schoolyard. Catherine gave a snort of laughter that made her even more attractive if possible.

“No. Cocky and arrogant not my type at all. Besides he wouldn’t know what to do with all of this.”

I was so offended by this last remark and the shrieks of laughter that came after it that, I almost didn’t notice my phone vibrate.

“Hello” I said quietly my eyes still on the girls.

“Yo Jo tonight. The fairgrounds. 9. You coming?” kartal escort bayan It was Corey. If his slightly obnoxious drawl hadn’t given him away than the way he spoke every piece of information like it was a sentence definitely would have.

“I don’t know. I have that volunteering shit that my mom signed me up for and I don’t want to be up too late.”

“Not now baby I’m on the phone.” I heard Corey say to someone who probably wasn’t Amber. “Look Joe, you can’t let your mom fuck up your whole summer. You need some fun in your life. Maybe you’ll finally get some pussy for once” There was a giggle in the background.

“I don’t know.”

“Good. I’ll see you there.”

I’d be lying if I said I liked Corey. I didn’t. I didn’t like the way he treated girls, I didn’t like the way he copied my homework and I didn’t like the way he threw up in my car after every party. I had moved to Lakewood at the beginning of the year and I met Corey through (what else) the football team. Once I hit college I was planning on turning my back on him and the rest of my dead end friends. But college hadn’t started yet.

Catherine

As much as I didn’t give a shit about Joe Armstrong, I still pumped Ashley for information that night at the Fairgrounds. She didn’t know much about him other than the fact that he ran around with Corey and that he was on the football team (neither were a good sign of character).

“I would just forget about him if I were you. Lakewood is full of losers. You said it yourself.” Ashley pointed out in between slurps of her slushee.

“What about me?” protested Josh, our best friend and the only tolerable boy at Lakewood.

“You don’t count”

“Hey Catherine I think it might be time to get a restraining order. Look who it is.”

Leaning against the side of the firehouse was Joe, in the same clothes he had worn to rehearsal earlier and wearing the same unreadable expression. I was pretty sure that he saw me because his eyebrows shot up but that was the only indication that he even noticed my presence.

“He’s looking right at us.” Josh said. He had a knack for stating the obvious.

“He’s coming this way.” Ashley whispered. Apparently so did she.

“Hey Catherine.” I already knew that Joe’s voice was deep and husky, the kind that could make a girl flood her panties, but when he said my name it seemed like it got even deeper if that was possible. And one look in those bright eyes of his and I forgot my disgust for Lakewood boys. I could almost feel the sparks shooting between us.

“Catherine, we’re going to be over by the ferris wheel.” Ashley said quickly. I almost didn’t hear her. Joe’s lips curved up in a smile as though he knew exactly what I was thinking.

“Too bad cocky and arrogant isn’t your type.” he whispered “But then again you could just be afraid that you’ve met your match. Or maybe your just afraid you can’t handle me?”

“I’m not afraid of anything!” I protested hotly. Joe laughed. I could smell the slight scent of cologne, enough to be enticing but not as though he bathed in the stuff.

“Oh really?” His lips were inches from mine.

“Yeah!” I don’t know who closed the gap between us, me or him, but it didn’t really matter. Our lips were fused together in one of the most passionate kisses of my life. Almost immediately I pressed my body against his, wrapping my legs around him, not caring that we were in the middle of the crowded fairgrounds, wanting to be as close to him as possible. His hands were everywhere, stroking my hair, resting on my waist, pinching my ass through my gym shorts until I let out a loud moan of longing. And then suddenly I found myself being pushed roughly away.

“What the hell, Armstrong?” It was, of course, Corey. And he did not look happy “What are you doing?” he demanded. For a few minutes Joe looked like he was in shock. Then he recovered.

“Well you said to find some pussy. And she was all too happy to give it to me” I felt a wave of nausea swoop over me. I had been played for a fool. Again.

“I’ll let you go this time man because you don’t know the whole story.” Corey said stepping closer to Joe and putting his arm around him “Don’t go anywhere near that cocktease from now on” Corey was already starting to lead Joe away but he turned and gave me another one of his unreadable glances. I turned away before he could see the tears of anger swarming in my eyes.

Joseph Armstrong, it’s time for payback. Get ready for the ride of your life.

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It was Thursday evening, two weeks after Kitty’s wedding, that I received a phone call from Kim. This was unusual. She told me that Laura had arranged a ‘welcome home’ party for Kitty and Albert the coming Saturday, and I had been invited.

I noticed a little tension in Kim’s voice. “Anything wrong?” I asked.

“No, it’s fine,” she snapped back at me. I knew that her family was home and so she couldn’t really talk. I made a mental note to ask her again at the party. I had had to work on the previous two Wednesdays, so I hadn’t fucked Kim for over two weeks. Maybe that’s her problem, I thought.

So on Saturday afternoon I rolled up to the address given to me by Kim. I was expecting Albert’s house to be palatial, with extensive grounds. In fact, I had wondered why the wedding hadn’t been held there. I soon had my answer. The house, while impressive, was hardly palatial. And the grounds were fairly small, big enough for a party, but certainly not large enough to accommodate two hundred wedding guests. Perhaps Albert isn’t as rich as I had thought, I mused. I wonder if Kitty knows.

I mingled with the guests. I saw Roger smoozing to some of the men. I didn’t know what it was that Roger peddled, but he obviously saw this as a golden opportunity to relieve some of these affluent-looking guests of their spare cash.

I went looking for Kim, and I found her talking to Kitty. Kitty kissed me demurely, and quite properly, on the cheek. I subtly steered them away from the other guests so that we could talk.

When we were alone, I said to Kitty, “So, how was the honeymoon?” “Exhausting!” she said. “Albert is a lot friskier than I thought. My pussy feels worn out.”

We all laughed. Kim seemed to brighten up a little at that statement. Odd, I thought.

“I have to get back to our guests,” said. Kitty. “Kimmie, why don’t you show Tim around the house?”

“Good idea!” said Kim enthusiastically.

Kim took my arm, and as we walked towards the house, bostancı escort bayan she said, “So, Tim, how is it that you know Laura?”

I was surprised by her question, but then the penny dropped. Kim was jealous!

“I met her at the wedding,” I said.

“And have you fucked her?” she asked, with acid in her voice.

Careful, Tim! “Well, yes,” I said quietly.

“When?” she spat out the question.

“We sneaked away during the ceremony, and went for a swim in my pool. She didn’t have her suit, so we skinny-dipped, and … well…”

Kim looked as though she was going to cry. “Now that Kitty is married, I thought that I would have you all to myself,” she sniffled.

“Kimmie,” I soothed. “Don’t be jealous, sweetie. There’s plenty of me to go around. I’ve really missed you these last two weeks.”

“Really?” she said, looking a little better.

“Really,” I said. “And anyway, you don’t think that Kitty is going to let a little thing like being married slow her down, do you now?”

“I guess not,” she said.

We walked in silence up to the front entrance of the house. And then suddenly a familiar voice behind us said, “And just where do you two think you’re going?”

We spun around and were greeted by Laura, a big smile on her face. She hugged each of us. “Hello again Tim,” she said, kissing me on the cheek.

I thought that Kim was going to explode. “Ummm, Kim was going to show me the house,” I said. “Good idea,” said Laura. “But let me be your guide. There are a few places that Kim might not know about. Besides, if anyone sees the two of you together they’ll think that you have been up to no good. But if they see the three of us, they’ll think that we were just looking around.”

Makes sense, I thought.

“Either that, or they’ll think that you are a real stud, Timmy,” Laura giggled.

Kim shot daggers at Laura, but she said nothing as Laura led us into the house. “Let’s start upstairs,” said Laura. ümraniye escort “Bedrooms are the most interesting part of a house, don’t you think?”

We climbed the impressive staircase and walked to the end of the hall. Laura unlocked the door. “This is my room,” she said, leading us inside.

“You mean, you live here?” asked Kim.

“Oh, no, I have an apartment,” said Laura. “This was my room when I was growing up. And I still use it when I stay over.”

Kim and I looked around. It was certainly a very girlie room, with lots of pillows and stuffed animals.

Laura opened a closet. “This is the dress that I wore to a ball last year, Kim,” said Laura. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

Kim was clearly impressed. “It’s lovely!” she exclaimed.

“We’re about the same size, Kim,” said Laura. “You should try it on.”

“But… Tim…,” said Kim hesitatingly.

“Kim, I know that Timmy’s seen you naked,” said Laura.

“Tim!” exclaimed Kim. “You told?”

“I know that Tim’s fucked you, and I know that he’s fucked Kitty, and you probably know that he’s fucked me. Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. Can’t we all be friends?” said Laura.

A huge look of relief appeared on Kim’s face. She moved over to Laura, and they embraced. “After all, we are related now, aren’t we?” said Laura.

Kim wiped a tear from her eye. “Now, about that dress…,” she said.

“Tim please lock the door so that we are not disturbed,” said Laura. I walked over and locked the door, and when I turned around, Kim was naked except for her panties. My cock started to respond as she reached up and slipped the dress over her head.

Laura zipped up the back of the dress, and helped Kim to adjust it. Kim looked stunning, and I told her so. She smiled, very pleased with herself, and paraded around the room.

Laura looked critically at Kim. “You know, that dress is really designed to be worn without panties,” she said. Then she reached up under the dress and escort kartal pulled down Kim’s panties. Kim gasped with surprise, but didn’t try to stop her.

Kim was actually a little larger than Laura in the bust area, and she stretched the dress to its limit. “You have such a nice figure,” said Laura. “I wish that my titties were as big as yours.”

A look passed between them, a look that I had seen women use before. I knew exactly what it meant. It was an invitation!

Kim walked around for a few minutes more, admiring herself in the mirror. “Will you unzip me, please?” she said to Laura.

Laura unzipped the back of the dress, and it fell below Kim’s tits. Then Laura did something that I knew would happen – she reached around and squeezed Kim’s tits. Kim moaned in response, and Laura took one of Kim’s tits in her mouth. Not wanting to be left out, I started working on her other one.

Laura pulled down the dress, and then pushed a completely naked Kim back on the bed. Then she plunged her face between Kim’s legs and started to eat her pussy. Kim moaned and wriggled in ecstasy as her pussy was devoured. I guess what they say is right – women can eat pussy better than men because they know exactly what they like.

Laura wriggled her ass at me and I didn’t need to be asked twice. My cock was really hard, so I lifted up her dress, pulled down her panties, and slammed it into her. I had a moment of deja vu. The last Doggy fuck that I had enjoyed was with Kim, in Jason’s room the night of Kitty’s birthday party. Suddenly, that seemed a very long time ago.

I fucked Laura hard, thinking only of my own pleasure, as I knew that the two girls were pleasuring each other. Then when I came, Laura let out a muffled squeal as I filled her cunt with my cum.

The girls cleaned each other up and Kim got dressed, and we returned to the party. Kitty saw us coming and ran over. “There you are!” she exclaimed “What have the three of you been up to? Has Tim been taking care of both of you?”

“No, just me,” said Laura brazenly. “I took care of Kimmie.”

Kitty gasped with surprise. “Then I can’t wait for you to take care of me, while Tim fucks both of you,” she said.

Oh my aching back! What have I got myself into?

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Lynn dragged herself into her apartment feeling completely spent. She shut her door and leaned back, thumping her head against it. She felt so antsy, like her skin was crawling. Today, she did notice that her air-conditioning wasn’t working, the heat hanging in the air. It was days like this she wished she didn’t live on the ground floor of the building. If her windows and back door hadn’t backed onto the ground level of the complex’s garden, she could leave them both open while she was out.

Feeling exhausted and frustrated, she didn’t make it to the back door, however, and simply fell into her sofa, surrendering to the heat. She curled up like a cat, hugging a cushion in her arms and stared blankly ahead.

She sighed and stroked her forehead. She surprised herself, realizing she had calmed down rather quickly, all things considered. Sure, she didn’t feel like taking a single step out of her place, but she also hadn’t let one tear drop. In fact, thinking about it, she never cried once during this whole ordeal starting with the night Dominic had just left her hanging. Her eyes had gone red, they swelled with tears, but the dams never burst. That was something to be proud of, she thought.

“Yay, for vodka coolers,” she chimed. She hugged the cushion a little tighter as she caught herself chucking softly.

“This must be the feeling stupid and silly stage,” she mocked. So Dominic and his girlfriend dropped by the community centre. So what? She managed to keep it together in front of them no matter how much Zoe taunted her. It was a slap in the face, to be sure, but she took the hit, rolled with it and came out undamaged.

Maturity, That’s what set herself apart from both of them.

Now she felt bad for going home like that. Besides, what was she going to do in the place with her damn A/C conked out?

Her eyes suddenly widened. “Spa day,” she said to no one in particular, “Massage. Facial. Avocado Smoothies!”

Giving in to that impulsive decision, she flipped aside the cushion. Just as she sat up, she heard a rapid knock on her door.

Frowning, she stood up, went to the door, and peered through the peephole. The distorted image of Adam stood on the other side.

Oh, right. Then there was that thing with Adam.

Lynn pulled away from the peephole and looked aside. She wasn’t sure if she could deal with him, right now.

Once again, a quick series of knocks echoed through her door.

“Lynn?” he called to her, “Open up, please. I know you’re in there. I followed your car.” He sounded out of breath.

Lynn rolled her eyes up and thought for a moment. Finally she said, “Go back to work, Adam.”

“Are you okay?”

She closed her eyes and nodded, “Yes, I’m fine. I just don’t feel like going into work today.”

“Me neither,” he replied then coughed.

Lynn frowned, then asked, “Are you alright?”

“Just winded,” he said, “Hot as hell out there today.”

“Did you bike here?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

God, he was going to collapse from heat exhaustion at her door.

Sighing, Lynn reluctantly opened her door. Adam stood on the other side hunched over slightly, his cheeks pink, his hair and neck damp, breathing hard. He managed a grin.

“Why would you do something like that?”

Adam managed to stand upright. He took a deep breath then tried to speak assuredly, “I wanted to know if you were okay.”

“I’m fine,” Lynn said softly, leaning against her door, “Thanks.”

“Good. Good,” he said nodding.

Lynn craned her neck and peered down the hallway. She looked back at him. “How did you get past the security doors?”

“La petite grand-mere with the blue hair let me in,” he declared with a grin, “Said my smile reminded her of her late-husband.”

“Don’t think yourself all charming. Her cat reminds her of her late husband,” Lynn noted.

Adam chuckled and then stooped over again and coughed.

Lynn instinctively slipped under his arm and helped him steady himself. “God, Adam. You’re drenched.”

He simply nodded.

His arm still slung over her shoulders, she guided him into her apartment. As she led him over to the sofa, she paused and looked at his hand. “Adam. What’s this?”

She examined the reddish-purple welts on two of his knuckles.

“Ah, yeah,” he lifted his brows as checked his knuckles, as well, “I hit something.”

Lowering him onto the sofa, she continued to hold his hand and check the bruising. “You hit something?”

“To be specific, I hit someone.”

Lynn pursed her lips. “Someone?”

Adam nodded, watching her hold his hand. He winked one eye shut and said, “To be absolutely precise, I hit Dominic.”

“You hit…?” Lynn dropped his hand, She sighed heavily, “Oh, Adam. Why did you do that?”

“I don’t know if you have ever noticed,” he said, grinning holding up his hands as if he were clutching a ball, “But the man has this big size melon for a head. It’s just asking to be hit.”

Folding her arms and dropping her head, she closed her eyes and said, “That’s bostancı escort bayan just so mature of you. That was completely unnecessary.”

“Yeah. And you know what?” he continued.

“What, Adam?”

“I dropped him with one punch.”

Lynn blinked. “Seriously?”

With a proud, open-mouthed smile on his face, he shrugged his brows and nodded slowly as he declared, “On…his…ass.”

An unexpected grin teased itself onto Lynn’s lips. She quite liked the way a Frenchman said the word “ass”. Her narrowed eyes looked toward the wall a little left of Adam’s head as she envisioned the moment when his fist crunched into Dominic’s squared jaw. She quickly shook it off, not knowing what had come over her.

“Anyway,” she said, hands planted on hips, She paused unsure of what to say that could come across as remotely convincing. “Just…don’t do that again,” she finally said rather half-heartedly.

“Quoi?” Adam asked, leaning forward in his seat, “I didn’t quite hear you.”

Lynn frowned, then rolled her eyes and waved her hands dismissively towards him. “I said don’t be stupid,” she sniped loudly as she turned to walk towards the kitchen, “Just don’t go do anything stupid like that again!”

Once she was alone in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge, she muttered quietly, “At least not unless I’m there to see it.”

Adam sat back in his seat and relaxed. He slowly regained his breath. “Geez! It’s hot in here, Lynn!” he noted.

“No A/C.”

He looked around the apartment then towards the back sliding-door. “You live on the main floor?” he asked, “Aren’t you worried about security?”

“I can take care of myself,” she shrugged as she walked back to the living room.

“I can believe that.”

She came back holding an ice pack and a sports drink. She held out the bottle.

“Merci.” Taking it from her, he checked out the cold blue liquid swishing in the bottle.

“Better than water for you, right now,” she said.

“You would know…runner-girl,” he replied, nodding. He quickly popped it open and chugged it down.

She handed him the ice pack and he gingerly placed it on his knuckles, wincing only slightly. Lynn disappeared into her bedroom and came back again holding a towel. She tossed it to him.

“Please don’t get sweat all over my sofa,” she said half-jokingly.

Adam rubbed his head and neck with the towel and then paused. “Should I take off my shirt?”

Lynn closed her eyes and sighed, “Just…keep it on for now, okay?”

Nodding, Adam simply lifted his shirt and wiped his skin with the towel underneath. When he was done, he handed her back the towel. He ran his hands through his short, damp hair, scrunching it a couple of times until it returned back to it’s normal, casually messy style. He smiled warmly up at Lynn.

Lynn caught herself gazing long and thoughtfully into his attentive, deep blue eyes. Firming her lips, she pulled over an ottoman and sat down in front of Adam.

She drew a deep breath, held it then began, “Adam, what happened last night between us can’t ever happen again, okay? Putting aside that the centre would fire us if it found out that we were…intimate…on the property, and that a supervisor was with a subordinate, it was just wrong.”

Adam leaned forward on the sofa, the smile fading into a stoic gaze as he listened.

“I mean we were both wrong,” she continued, “I realize I could have told you to stop, but I didn’t. I don’t know why, but I just couldn’t…”

Her words trailed off as she struggled to stay focused. She had never seen Adam so passively attentive. She didn’t want to waste the opportunity.

“I’m not angry with you…though, I think I should be,” she went on, the memories of the previous night evidently flooding back to the forefront of her mind, “I think I’m more disappointed in myself.”

It had been lustful and illicit in the showers. Lynn hadn’t felt fearful or intimidated by Adam. As the moments had passed, as Adam moved from one explicit action to another, she had felt nervous anticipation which she should have rejected each time. Instead, it went further and further…

“But it’s not going to go anywhere,” Lynn said, “I just want things to go back to normal with you and me. The way we just hung out before was nice. You should be with someone like yourself and I need to be with…”

“Someone like Dominic?” Adam interjected, his brow arching sharply. It was a stiff blow and before the stunned Lynn could reply, he added, “Look, you can’t know who I’m supposed to be with and you can’t simply say you want a ‘mature’ guy, meaning someone as old as you or older. That didn’t quite work out, yeah?”

There was some bite in his tongue than Lynn hadn’t been expecting. It sounded to her like she had hurt him and now he was pushing back.

“And for some reason, I seem to have a reputation as a guy who hopes into bed from one girl to the next,” he griped, “Have you actually seen me do this? Do I have a truckload of women lining up ümraniye escort outside my door?”

Adam was taking swings at a variety of topics that obviously had been eating away at the seemingly happy-go-lucky guy. Lynn was taken aback. She had definitely been caught up in the rumours about Adam, allowed them to colour her impressions of him.

“You know,” Adam went on, his voice softening. “When I was with you last night, I wasn’t thinking about who I would ‘score’ with next. I wasn’t thinking of you as a notch on my belt.”

Lynn thought about the focused desire she had felt emanating from Adam the previous night. It was stunning and overwhelming how determined he was.

“Tell me, Lynn,” Adam said, “Did it feel good last night? Did you feel good?”

Lynn’s voice squeaked through her open mouth as she tried to figure out what to say. She shook her head slowly. “I’m not going to answer that.”

“Ah. That tells me enough, then.”

“I didn’t mean…look, Adam. That’s not the point. What happened last night was wrong because it’s not what I’m looking for right now. I’m not just out for fun or a quick fuck.” She hoped her harsh words would sink into the relentless young man.

Adam gazed hard at her. “I’m not just out for fun or a quick fuck, either.”

“Did you seriously thinking you would come over here and we would just screw right now?”

Adam said nothing.

Lynn sat upright on her seat. She shook her head. “Where do you think this could possibly go for us?”

“You keep saying that,” he said, his voice steady and firm, “But when any of us get into a relationship, who can say what will happen. It could be the most perfect thing until it suddenly goes down the toilet.”

Lynn tilted her head. Did he get these ideas out of those magazines he read?

“I think we can live and enjoy the here and now and still be serious about each other, you know?” he offered, “Who knows what will happen and if these moments will pass when this summer ends?”

“I…,” Lynn stammered, staring back at him, denying the ebbing thought that teased the darkest areas of her mind, “I don’t think I can believe that.”

“Lynn…”

“Adam,” she broke in, “Last night you told me I just had to tell you to stop and you would have stopped. I’m telling you now…stop.”

Adam sat back. His eyes narrowed slightly. Finally, after a long and silent pause, he put his hands on his knees and nodded. “Alright, Lynn,” he said rising to his feet, “Alright.”

He made his way to the door. Lynn remained on the ottoman, gazing at the empty sofa.

“Thanks for coming to check on me. I appreciate that,” she said softly.

Adam paused by the kitchen counter, patting his shorts’ side-pocket. “Sure. Just wanted to know if you were okay,” he replied without looking back, then made his way to the door.

“Thanks,” Lynn said hesitantly, but he had already closed the door behind him.

**********

Adam made his way down the hall and out of the building slowly. He felt unusually calm despite how energized he had felt before he arrived at Lynn’s apartment. Lots of thoughts were running through his head yet he found he was able to think of them pretty clearly.

He walked over to his bike which he had dumped off to the side of the entrance and picked it up off the ground.

He smirked as he walked his bike slowly up the pathway. It was true, when he first broke out after Lynn’s car as she drove away from the centre, there was a moment when some more overtly carnal thoughts had slipped into his head. With the adrenalin kicking in and the rush of testosterone from laying out Dominic swirling through his blood, he allowed himself to imagine breaking down Lynn’s door, declaring his masculine feat, and then taking her to her bed for a few hours.

As her car pulled further away from him, though, he realized how stupid that seemed. As he struggled against the waves of heat the noon sun doused him with and as he pumped his legs until he felt they were going to explode, he thought about how Lynn must have been feeling. That thought was what drove him to hit Dominic in the first place.

He had needed to know if she was okay. That was the first and foremost thought in his head.

Adam wheeled his bike up to the street and stopped. Staring down at the sidewalk he thought more about it. She was okay. That was a relief. They had discussed what had happened the previous night and, despite some differences of feelings about it, she was relatively okay with it, too. That was also a relief.

He reached further back to that moment in the showers. Her reluctance had given way to some deeper passions. She had matched his probing kisses with her soft, hungry lips. She had held him close, pulled him in so tight that he had felt her pounding heartbeat against his chest. Her cries and groans had come freely with each of her breaths, never telling him to stop, always urging him on as he pleasured her.

They had come so close and he could tell it had taken all she had to strain escort kartal out a plea to stop.

It didn’t seem like a rash, impulsive, meaningless encounter. It had all felt like a culmination of months of flirting, familiarization, and subtly building urges on both their parts.

Her sweet smell, her beckoning voice, the image and feel of her enticing body filled Adam’s head as he stood there on the sidewalk.

He realized he was breathing hard again and looked up and around him.

His thoughts driving him now, he turned his bike around and headed back to the apartment.

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The red hatchback remained parked off to the side and across the street from the apartment complex since it had arrived 10 minutes earlier.

Cassie sat in the driver’s seat quietly. Despite the heat, she had her tinted windows rolled down a crack. It was kind of stupid, she knew. Adam would recognize her car if he noticed it. She didn’t really care.

That’s even if Adam was at Lynn’s place. She wasn’t quite sure of that. And if he was, she wasn’t sure how long he would be there…and what they possibly could be doing together.

Over time while she worked at the centre, she always felt like she was sharing Adam with Lynn. Adam and herself were never really committed to each other but she did have hopes that they could eventually be at the same level to be able to go to the next step. Until then, Adam was Adam and flirted and charmed his way around with all the women in the centre.

She could tell, though, that with Lynn it was different. He did his usual routine with her to be sure, but Cassie always sensed there was something more going on between them. Their personal conversations, the way Adam would settle down to just talk with her, the way he smiled and laughed with her was different. It made the way he treated Cassie seem kind of generic.

The fact that it was with Lynn, though, the bane of her workplace existence dug at her.

To think that Adam may have raced off because he was worried about that woman, that he wanted to comfort her…that was something else.

Before that last thought churned her mind too much though, she glimpsed and saw Adam emerge from the complex’s drive way pushing his bike up to the sidewalk. Again forgetting that he could spot her car if he was looking, she ducked down then slowly peered up through the window. He had turned down the other direction of the sidewalk, his back to her. Cassie eased herself back up in the seat. She watched him take a few steps then stop.

Her red lips twisted and slanted to the side as she frowned. On the one hand, she was disappointed to see him there at Lynn’s place. She was admittedly relieved, however, to realize they couldn’t have actually done much in the time he was there. In fact, he appeared to be a bit despondent from where she was sitting.

“Rejected,” she whispered to herself.

Cassie smirked and sighed. She figured she would wait for him to go around the street corner before starting up her car, but she noticed he had suddenly turned and headed back down the complex’s driveway.

Cassie’s frown immediately returned as he disappeared from her view. After sitting in the car for a few more minutes, drumming her fingers on the wheel impatiently and unconsciously gritting her teeth, she finally got out.

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Lynn didn’t feel like going to the spa anymore. After talking with Adam, struggling with his and her own words and emotions, she felt apprehensive about leaving her apartment once more. Her world outside that door was in turmoil and she knew when to just retreat and call it a day.

Pulling herself up from the ottoman, she went to her bedroom. Tossing aside her staff shirt and bra, she slipped into an oversized baby-blue T-shirt, and traded her Capri’s for a looser fitting, softer pair of white shorts.

Barefoot, she went over to the bedroom window and pulled the curtains apart. A glow of buttery sunlight spilled against her and around the room. Already she felt better and even more so as she slid the window open. It was still warm outside but she could feel her apartment breath out the stale air that had been lingering there since the morning.

She went back into the living room and did the exact same thing with the back sliding-door. She admired the trees, flowers, and shrubs dotting the expanse of the garden. It was peaceful and refreshing and she inhaled deeply.

The sudden ring of her phone tugged at her. She allowed it to go on for a few seconds, not really feeling like picking it up. It stopped. Lynn held her breath then exhaled a long sigh when it started to ring again moments later.

“Alright,” she grumbled and walked to the kitchen.

Picking up the wall phone, she sighed, “Hello?”

“Hey?” Olivia replied, sounding obviously concerned, “How’s it going?”

Lynn leaned on her fridge and pulled up the hair that had fallen across her forehead. “Oh you know…not bad. Could be better. Could be in the Bahamas,” she joked softly.

“That sounds like a plan,” Olivia said, relieved, “Better than getting smashed.”

“Oh, that’s a plan, too,” Lynn replied with tired giggle.

“Just wanted to tell you that everything’s fine here. Take all the personal time you need. We’ll hold down the fort.”

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Every year, the local branch of Young her mouth was open in a smile of absolute bliss, and her head was rolling from side to side on the pillow. She didn’t know it because the action was reflexive, but her pussy was fucking up against George’s face as his mouth approached her clit again.

He hesitated when he reached the end of Sugar’s inner lip and raised his head again. Her body and head were thrashing about on top of the desk in a way that delighted him, and he knew she was ready for another orgasm. Pressing his face against her pussy, George moved his mouth until he engulfed her swollen clit and started to suck. While his lips formed a seal at the base, his tongue caressed the sides and top, as Sugar’s movements became wilder, even threatening to throw them both to the floor.

Once again she started cumming, and let any other party-goers within earshot know the glad tidings. Her hands and thighs held George’s head in a vise-like grip and she tossed herself all over the top of the desk and tried to pull him with her. His arms kept a tight grip on her legs and he kept his mouth clamped onto bostancı escort bayan her clit and enjoyed the ride. George found it necessary also to spread his legs wide to keep himself firmly in the chair, lest her movements pull him out of his seat, which might have resulted in both of them sprawling on the floor.

This time Sugar was in the throes of cumming for almost two of the greatest minutes either of them had ever spent, until her muscles spasmed and she rammed her pussy into his face for a final time. After her second orgasm that evening, she completely relaxed on top of the desk, but she knew the sex between her and George was far from being over. Her legs remained draped over his shoulders and she felt new thrills of delight as his tongue licked up all her freshest juices from where they had spattered, but she was glad he did not suck them from the pink hole that had produced them. The air mattress still awaited them, and she wanted to put it to use as soon as she caught her breath again.

George did not know about the air mattress, and he expected to fuck either on the floor or on the top of the desk. The former, he hoped, because it would not be as hard on his knees and elbows. He was happy to see Sugar pick up the pillow and bring it with her when she slid off the hard wooden surface onto her feet, but surprised ümraniye escort when she didn’t lie on her back on the floor in an inviting position. Instead, she was on her knees reaching under the desk. He thought at first it was an invitation to fuck doggy style or in her ass, but she pulled something out and spread it on the floor.

“Here, Georgie. I brought us a mattress,” she said by way of explaining.

She stood up then and, before lying down on her back, she shucked out of her blouse and unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, leaving her gorgeously naked. However, she still did not lie down, but stared at the shirt and pants George still wore. She had been so eager to have her pussy eaten by him she had not even given him a chance to disrobe, but she wanted that to change before they continued their sexual escapades. She much prefers being naked, and wanted him to be equally unclothed.

Although adept sexually, George is sometimes not very quick to take a hint, and that evening was one of those times. He waited for Sugar to lie down, and she waited for him to take off his clothing, until she reached out and started unbuttoning his shirt. That made him realize what they were waiting for and, together, they quickly divested him of the offending garments, including his shoes and socks, so the two of them were equally naked. escort kartal Smiling lasciviously, Sugar lay on her back, spreading her legs and raising her arms in an offer no straight man could have refused.

Being heterosexual and horny, George knelt between those inviting legs but, before going any further, he reached into the pocket of the pants he had discarded, removed a condom and rolled it onto his stiff cock. He had come prepared to the Christmas party in Sugar’s office, including having taken his Viagra shortly before arriving, and his cock was hard and ready for action. She was just as ready, and reached between her legs to part her pussy lips for him.

Steering his cock with one hand and supporting his weight on the other, he leaned forward until the head was pressed against her profusely wet pussy and moved the tip back and forth to spread the natural lubrication. Still holding her lips spread with her thumbs, Sugar used her fingers to guide George to the exact center of her dripping pink hole.

“Right there, Georgie. Give it to me.”

He gave her what she wanted, thrusting forward and wedging the head in the place where it was so desired. Sugar’s head tilted back and she sighed happily as she felt his cock starting to burrow into her pussy, and he expressed his pleasure with a soft grunt. Seconds later, George thrust forward again, and her pink hole was so wet almost two inches of his hard shaft slid into her. Enough of his cock was imbedded in her pussy that he no longer needed to steer it, so he leaned forward to support his weight on both hands and grin at the lovely face below his.

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This is a fictional story about two adults engaging in consensual “Daddy”/girl age roleplay. This is not an incest story; the characters are not related. Please note, at no point in this story is there any reference to sex with a minor. The woman in the story is in her twenties, and even during the age-play scenarios, she is intended to be 18+ and should be interpreted as such. The “Daddy” nickname is simply intended as a term of endearment.
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I arrived at Daddy’s house promptly at 8 o’clock and rang the doorbell. The house was large and sprawling and very secluded. I wondered what I was getting myself into…then realized I didn’t care. Whatever it was, I wanted it.

I was wearing a very short, low-cut sundress with no bra or panties. I knew it showcased my natural gravity-defying 36H rack beautifully. On my feet I wore a pair of four-inch red stiletto heels. I had a feeling I was going to be thoroughly used tonight. I sure hoped so.

I snapped out of my reverie as the door swung open, gasping as I came face-to-face with the beautiful girl who greeted me. She laughed. She was absolutely stunning, tall with shoulder-length auburn hair and a wide smile. It was hard for me to appreciate the many layers of her beauty, though, because she was topless, and she happened to be sporting the biggest, most gorgeous pair of tits I’ve ever seen in my life.

The only thing this goddess was wearing was a pair of black pantyhose. I had a good feeling that when she turned around I’d get to see her pretty ass through the hole Daddy had cut in the back.

The girl giggled, sizing me up appreciatively, her eyes lingering on my big chest just like my eyes were doing to hers. “Welcome, sweetie,” she purred. “I’m Jamie. I’m so glad you’re here.” She stepped forward and put her arms around my waist, pulling me to her in an intimate hug. I put my arms around her neck and hugged her back, smiling. Her gigantic breasts were pressing into mine. It made my pussy gush like crazy.

Jamie sensed how much she was turning me on, or she was turned on too, or both. She leaned in and kissed me. Right on the lips. Her hands moved down to cup my ass as I parted my lips and eagerly melted into her kiss. Seconds later we were French-kissing frantically, right there on Daddy’s porch, her hands on my ass and my hands fondling her massive tits. We made out and groped each other’s supple bodies like two little dyke sluts for a full five minutes before she reluctantly broke our kiss. I was breathless.

“Yum,” she said, looking me up and down one more time. “I can’t wait til Daddy lets me play with you. You’re absolutely gorgeous. But for now I’m here to show you the ropes. Come in!” I followed her inside and she closed the door.

Daddy’s house was gorgeous and beautifully appointed. I followed Jamie through a hallway into what was obviously the living room, and suddenly realized we’d walked in on a couple having sex. Then I realized it was Daddy. He was sitting on a sofa with a cute blonde straddling him, bouncing yet another huge set of breasts up and down in his face. She was riding him almost violently, practically screaming.

Daddy was staring at her bouncing chest and gripping her pretty ass. “Good girl. Take Daddy up your ass like a good girl,” he murmured, and I realized this amazing busty young specimen was riding Daddy with his cock up her ass. She took it like a champ, moaning “oh Daddy” over and over. It was so hot.

Daddy spotted me and smiled. “Hi baby. Jamie’s gonna get you settled. I’ll be with you shortly.” He resumed bouncing the pretty girl on his dick.

God, would I ever be able to learn how to please Daddy’s enormous cock with my tiny, inexperienced asshole? I was terrified, but I intended to try.

Jamie took me by the hand and led me into the back of the house, which was huge. We entered a bedroom, Daddy’s, I assumed, and before I knew it Jamie had me pinned against the wall with her tongue down my throat. I groaned and kissed her back. “Daddy said we could fool around a little bit if he was still buttfucking Carrie when you got here,” she breathed, and French-kissed me again. She was a great kisser.

We made our way to the bed and I climbed on top of my gorgeous new friend and kissed her some more, then moved down and got those gorgeous nipples in my mouth. I sucked and teased her hot tits, squeezing them together, drooling on them, moving up to steal tongue kisses from her yummy mouth, then going right back down to service those gargantuan jugs. She stroked my hair as I filled with my mouth with yummy, creamy titty flesh. She could tell how much I loved her big jugs.

“They’re not real,” she said. I couldn’t tell. They were perfect. “They’re 36J. Daddy is obsessed with them. You won’t believe what he makes me do. Someday I’ll tell you, honey…or show you.” As she uttered this last sentence, she bostancı escort bayan reached down and put her hand under my dress, between my legs. I gasped, still on top of her, and sucked her tongue into my mouth, humping my cunt against her probing fingers as I moved my hand down to return the favor. I found the hole in the ass of her pantyhose and used it access her sopping wet pussy.

Jamie pulled my sundress down and my huge tits popped out and into her waiting mouth. She gasped at the sight of them. Mine were pretty, too. We sucked each other’s tongues, felt each other’s tits, sucked each other’s nipples, and fingered each other’s wet cunts for a while, groaning and giggling as we discovered each other’s hot bodies.

I had three fingers buried deep in Jamie’s twat, stroking her g-spot. I couldn’t believe how wet she was. I began trailing my mouth down toward her pussy, desperate to lick the sweet cream right out of her hot slit and make her cum over and over into my mouth. She spread her legs wide for me and tangled her fingers in my long hair, encouraging me down. God, I was dying to tongue her little clit.

I was almost there…I could smell the honey-sweet, musky scent of her drooling, horny little cunt. I breathed in deeply, loving her fragrance as I spread her gorgeous pink cuntlips apart with my thumbs. I was milliseconds away from burying my face in this gorgeous girl’s cunt and cramming my tongue up her willing dyke fuckhole.

That’s when Daddy walked in. I was centimeters away from having Jamie’s bald cunt bucking against my lapping tongue. Daddy laughed. “Sorry, my pretty little dyke sluts. Wrap it up. Party starts in 30 minutes and you need to get to your posts. Jamie, I need you under the poker table sucking cocks all night. I want each of my guests to cum at least twice, do you understand?

Jamie nodded as she stood. Her huge breasts wobbled prettily. “Yes, Daddy. Anything you say. I will satisfy them all.”

“Good girl,” he replied. “If you do a good job, I’ll let both of you sleep with me tonight, and you can finish what you started here. Okay?” Jamie brightened at this and smiled at me. “Sounds wonderful, Daddy. I will make it happen.” With that, she kissed us both on the cheek and left the room. Within ten seconds Daddy had me facedown on the bed with my skirt around my waist and his tongue up my ass.

He slurped and feasted on my asshole until the doorbell rang to indicate his first guest had arrived. He finished his rimjob up with a hard smack on my ass, then moved his body on top of mine til his lips were pressed against my ear.

“Tomorrow I’m taking your ass, slut,” he growled. “Get ready. It’s gonna hurt like hell, and you will cry and scream, and I won’t stop.” He kissed my ear and placed a pair of black pantyhose on the bed next to me. “Make sure we can see your pretty ass, honey. You need to cut a hole. And thanks for the hot outfit idea.” Then he was gone.

An hour later there were eight men sitting around a table in Daddy’s den, playing cards, drinking whiskey, and smoking cigars. Daddy’s four girls were tending to their every need, all wearing the same matching outfit – nothing but assless black pantyhose, spiked heels, and their huge, jutting, naked titties.

Jamie was under the table bobbing up and down on a man’s dick. Carrie, the 18-year-old blonde Daddy was buttfucking when I arrived, was moving around the table giving lap dances to each of the men. These weren’t the lap dances you see in strip clubs, though.

The men took turns pulling Carrie down into their laps, kissing her, fondling her breasts, sucking her nipples, putting their fingers in her mouth. Every single one of them fingered her, and every single one of them bent her over the table so they could tongue her asshole and eat her bald pussy from behind. They spanked her ass and slapped her tits and pulled her hair and forced her to masturbate for them. They passed her around the table like a huge-titty ragdoll, making her cum over and over as Jamie sucked and jerked their cocks off under the table. It was so fucking hot.

The fourth girl, the one I hadn’t met when arrived, was named Janine. She had been assigned to one of the bedrooms; her job was to pleasure the men when they came in to use her. There was at least one man in there with her at all times during the party. At least twice there were two or three men in there with her. I could hear her moaning and wondered what they were doing with her tight little busty body.

Later, to my delight, I saw one of the men take Carrie by the hand and lead her back into the bedroom so they could join Janine. The moans and cries I heard for the next hour made me certain about one thing: Janine and Carrie were dyking out with each other like porn stars. It made me extremely wet. God, I wanted to fuck these girls. And get fucked by them.

(I found ümraniye escort out soon enough what happened in that bedroom, because it was my assignment at the next party. The men were allowed to do whatever they wanted to Daddy’s slut girlsexceptbuttfuck us. That was a privilege Daddy only offered up on special occasions. His friends all had different private tastes – one wanted to eat pussy and asshole, one wanted to titfuck, one wanted to tie his girl up and pound her pussy bareback and cum deep inside her. One wanted a handjob while he watched gay porn. One guy wanted to watch two of girls 69ing and fucking each other with huge strap-ons. And one guy just wanted to force us to our knees and beat us up. He gave me a black eye.)

Anyway. My job at the party that night was to serve Daddy. I fetched his drinks and made him the snacks he wanted. I was there for his amusement. When I brought him a drink with crushed ice instead of cubed, he pulled me roughly over his lap so that my ass was up in the air, and he spanked me several times, right in front of his friends. They laughed and egged him on.

It stung and I loved it, but I started crying and apologizing as he beat my ass with his open hand, because I sensed that’s what he wanted me to do. He wanted to show off his subservient new slut to these men. I saw some of them rubbing their cocks as they watched me cry. Daddy kept me over his knee for a long time, fingering my asshole as he played cards. Then he picked me up and bent me over the table in front of him and rimmed my asshole while his friends watched enviously.

I loved having them watch. I looked each of them in the eye as Daddy slurped noisily on my asshole, lifting my heavy tits up so I could lick my own nipples, licking my lips, closing my eyes, moaning.

After licking my ass for a few minutes, Daddy stood up and blasted a big load of cum all over my asshole. He hadn’t even been stroking off; it was the rimjob that made him cum.

I was thrilled when he ordered Jamie to get up off the floor and come eat his cum out of my ass. He made me turn around so everyone could watch her do it. I arched my back and pushed my ass into her face and spread my cheeks as she cleaned my anus with her sloppy wet tongue. It felt so good. She finished by planting a sloppy, wet kiss right on my puckered little starfish, and I knew she intended to continue her feast later, when were in Daddy’s bed together. I shivered in anticipation.

Toward the end of the night, after Jamie had successfully made all the men cum in her mouth twice, Daddy pulled out his huge erection and slammed my head into his crotch. He was drunk. He ordered me to service his balls and called Jamie over to suck his cock.

It was the grand finale of the evening – two hot, massive-titted sluts down on their knees giving their “Daddy” a dual blowjob, drooling on his shaft and balls, tongue-kissing each other at the same time.

Jamie’s hand snaked down behind me and found its way into the hole in my pantyhose. She began rubbing my anus. I relaxed into her hand and le her finger my ass. This girl had some very dykey tendencies, which I loved, because I have them, too. The men watched drunkenly as we pleasured Daddy and I knew they all envied him. They were all hard. I was very proud of my Daddy.

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Later that night, after all the guests had left, we four sluts and our eight enormous titties gathered in the living room, each taking a place next to Daddy on the sofa. We had a drink and my new fuck family finally oriented me to their deviant world. I learned alot.

Carrie and Janine were both married, both housewives, both found by Daddy on Craigslist, just like me. He usually went to their houses during the week when their husbands were working and had his way with them. Their husbands thought the girls were best friends, which enabled them to take frequent weekend trips together. Of course they didn’t really take “trips” – they went straight to Daddy’s house to get hogtied and buttfucked. And to fuck each other, naturally.

Jamie was recently divorced, which explained why she’d be able to spend the night in bed with Daddy and me. She was exploring her kinky side these days. Daddy had found her at the local sex club – she was blindfolded and bound, getting gangbanged by a gaggle of men. Daddy took his turn and fucked her deep, then leaned down and told her she belonged to him now. She was hypnotized by his big dick and his commanding presence. She went home with him that night, and he forced her to the ground and pounded her ass so hard that she couldn’t walk for three days. He’d said she needed to get assfucked into submission, and it had worked. She was totally devoted to him. She begged him to use her asshole every day.

There were five other girls, too, they told me, and I’d meet them soon. All beautiful, escort kartal feminine girls with huge, succulent breasts. My head was spinning as I imagined all the yummy pussy-eating and titty-sucking possibilities.

Next they explained Daddy’s expectations of us. He entertained a lot. He had poker nights, dinner parties, and cocktail parties, and our duties at those varied from topless waitressing to servicing the guests sexually (like tonight). He also had sex parties – key parties, orgies, swinger gatherings, gangbangs. There was no telling what he’d force us to do at those, but it was always something, and it was usually demeaning, and we were always to obey.

Every other month, Daddy hosted an anal sex party, and we were the main course. Our attendance was mandatory. The guests varied from party to party – sometimes it was his friends, other times his clients. Sometimes he went to the sex club and passed out fliers. Sometimes he went to the gym and invited all the black guys over. No matter what, these parties were always very well-attended, and Daddy’s girls always got their asses fucked and filled up with sperm many, many times in a row.

At the last orgy, they told me, Daddy had roofied the hell out of Janine and taken her into the backyard when she passed out. He placed her face down in the dirt and pulled her skirt up over her waist and her panties down to her knees, exposing her amazing ass. He then told all his guests that there was a party favor out back for them to use. He estimated later that around 60 men had mounted and fucked Janine up the ass that night. All bareback. All depositing a big load of cum deep in her ass.

When she woke up the next day with her face in the dirt and her asshole throbbing, Daddy told her what had happened. And she loved it. She begged him to plug her ass so she could keep the cum in her ass longer. Later that day, Daddy choked her and brutalized her asshole from behind with his enormous cock while they watched the video of her unconscious anal gangrape. They counted 72 men, all of whom used her ass, never her cunt. Only two of them pulled out.

Daddy’s other favorite thing, besides his sex parties, was taking his whores to a local truck stop gloryhole he knew about and forcing them down to the filthy floor to service all the men who stuck their cocks through. Sometimes they sucked the cocks, and sometimes they stuck their huge breasts through to get sucked and bitten and painted with jizz.

But most of the time, Daddy made them back up against the hole and offer their assholes to the scores of anonymous perverts on the other side of the wall. Each one of Daddy’s sluts had been buttfucked at least 20 times at the gloryhole. Sometimes, if the men asked nicely, Daddy would let them punch and piss and spit on his sluts when they were done using them. Watching this made Daddy insanely hard. The girls were all expecting a party soon where they’d get thrown to the ground and beaten up and raped and pissed on. And they’d all do it willingly for Daddy.

The trade-off for this abuse, they explained, was that I’d consistently be having the best sex imaginable…the kind of sex most people just fantasize about. Daddy would dominate me with his cock and his fists, and he would call me awful names and degrade me. But he’d also love and spoil me just like a princess. He’d make me cum over and over and over.

So would the other girls.

None of Daddy’s little sluts had been very anally experienced before they met him, but he had quickly whipped them into his own personal harem of depraved, bisexual, huge-titty butt sluts. His was a mostly anal household; Daddy rarely fucked their pussies with his dick. He didn’t see the point in pussyfucking when every slut in the world had a tight little asshole to pound. He preferred to cram a big dildo in a slut’s cunt and fuck her with it while he took her ass.

(The girls all looked at me with wide eyes and wicked smiles when Daddy told them about his plans for my asshole tomorrow.)

Finally, in order wrap up my “orientation,” they addressed the topic I’d been most curious about: Daddy’s girls were allowed to fuck each other, but only with his prior permission. He almost always granted it, they said, and in return they were required to videotape their lesbian fuck session and send him the video immediately. One of their favorite activities as a “family” was watching these dyke-out videos. It always ended in a big lesbian orgy on the living room floor, with Daddy on the sofa calling them over one-by-one so he could stuff their tight assholes with his massive cock, fill them with cum, then send them back to the group to get the cum eaten out.

I couldn’t fucking wait for this to happen. My pussy was spasming and creaming on the sofa cushion.

Then Daddy reached out and took my hand in his. “Go home, sluts,’ he barked at Janine and Carrie. “I’ll be by to use you soon, don’t worry. You’d best be waiting with your assholes open. Jamie, come to bed with us. Bring your biggest strap-on. It’s time to teach our new pet some tricks.”

I gulped and let them lead me and my obscenely big titties into the bedroom.

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It’s not like I ever really expected that much. I fully understood that, even though you wanted me, you were still involved with someone else. This time, though, the first time, you were mine.

It was the first weekend you came down to see me. Sure, you used the excuse that you wanted to skateboard but I know that what you really wanted was to see me. So many times, I cursed the distance between us, whether literal or emotional.

We arrived at the skatepark almost at the same time. As you climbed out of your Jeep, my heart began to pound and my fingers trembled as I adjusted the buttons on my shirt. I silently cursed myself on my choice of clothing for the day while walking up to you.

The closer I got, the more you seemed to tower over me. By the time I reached you, I was so nervous that I couldn’t even look at you. The next thing I knew, your arms were around me, holding me in a tight embrace. Pulling away from you, I jokingly said, “You just wanted to feel my chest on you, that’s all.” You laughed and told me that I was probably right.

We stood together for a few awkward moments before you grabbed your board and skated off. I walked to my favorite spot by one of the cement pillars and watched you do tricks I didn’t even know the bostancı escort bayan name of. I stood there in awe of you while my mind wondered what else you could do with that body of yours. I imagined what it would be like to have your hands in my hair, your lips hot on mine, and your body pressed close to me. As if I had broadcast my thoughts to you, you looked up at me and began to skate towards me.

“Let’s get out of here,” I said to you.

“Where do you want to go?” you asked.

“Anywhere that I can turn this fantasy into a reality,” I said, not daring to meet your eyes.

“And what fantasy is that?”

“The one where you fuck my brains out and make me forget my name.”

Your throaty chuckle echoed through the concrete park and my face turned the color of a tomato. You grabbed my hand, led me back to my car, and plainly told me to drive. Even with my body tensed up, I still managed to get us to a deserted field. There was never much traffic and no houses for miles. It was the perfect spot for a quick little tryst. I pulled the car to the side of the gravel road and as I tried to maneuver out of the steel death trap, I was not surprised to find my legs were wobbly.

While you were getting out, I ümraniye escort popped the trunk and grabbed the blanket I had stowed away.

“You planned this?” you asked, stunned.

“Not planned, necessarily. More like, I didn’t want to be unprepared should this happen,” I admitted.

We walked together, chatting mindlessly of things neither one of us really cared about. When we reached the middle, I laid the blanket down with trembling fingers. I felt your gaze on me, rooting me to the spot. You walked over to where I stood, bent over, and took my face in your hands. My heart began to pound in my ears as your lips lowered to mine. Your kiss was just as sweet as I had imagined.

Before I could help myself, I twined my arms around your neck, pressed closer to you and traced an outline of your mouth with my tongue. When you groaned, I gasped and your tongue darted inside my mouth.

You tasted of hidden secrets, dark desires, and unfulfilled promises. You grabbed my legs and pulled me up to where I straddled you. Even with the awkward positioning, I could still feel you hardening beneath me. You placed me on my back, keeping my legs wrapped around your waist. Your hands moved from my hips to the buttons on my shirt. Your fingers escort kartal traced a pattern along my chest that your mouth soon followed. I whimpered as you grazed your teeth on my open skin. You removed my shirt, then yours before unhooking my bra. Your hands gently caressed me as your mouth left a trail of steaming kisses. With unsteady hands, I undid your pants, leaving you in just your boxers. Standing up in front of you, I took off my jeans and underwear. Your hungry eyes roved over my body before pinning me to the ground and pressing yourself against me. I tugged your boxers down while begging you to fill me with your stiff cock.

When you finally entered me, my back arched and I let out a deep moan. You began to move inside me; my nails raking down your back and my teeth sinking into the flesh on your shoulder, leaving my own imprint. You bite me back and pin my arms above my head before thrusting into me. I maneuvered myself to a sitting position on top of you. Sliding up and down, taking you in as deep as you’ll go, I run my hands over your bare chest, thrilled with your reaction. I sigh out your name as I start to ride you faster, my hands taking yours and guiding them back up my body. As I feel the start of my orgasm building, I tell you to come inside me. I slam back onto you as I feel your body shaking and you moan as you fill me. I finally reach mine and collapse onto your chest. When the world finally stops spinning, I lift my head to look at you and say, “That was one hell of a ride, Subman.”

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Another, long hard day studying, books and notes strewn across the floor. Vanessa and Steve sit across from one another, both looking downward at the work they must memorize before the working week begins once more. Feeling thirsty, Steve stands and walks into the kitchen, ready to pour two glasses of cool water for his lover and himself. Standing at the sink he looks out at the greenery of Brisbane, steam gently rising from cars, as the sun bakes there glossy surfaces. Slinking back into the room he looks out from the doorway. Eyes slowly following the line of Vanessa’s tanned and toned thighs , up from her heels, to her knees, the strong muscles of her legs held firm by the tight skirt wrapped around her. He admires her slightly exposed stomach, and melts as he sees her hair flowing down over her left shoulder and down the front of her open shirt.

Chewing gently at the end of her pen, reclining on the floor, her eyes rise up from the text and look across at her man. She sees his gaze at her, and the glasses in his hand, then notices the slight bulge forming beneath his shorts. Her eyes widening as Steve places the drinks down on the table and walks towards her. “This time”, he thinks, “it’s my turn to have some fun.” Leaning down he drops his right arms to the carpet, the rough surface sliding against the back of his hand as it slips underneath Vanessa’s legs, filling the nook of her knees. His other arm sweeping behind her back, he lift her up, into the air, holding her against his chest. Vanessa looks into the green of his eyes, wraps her arms up over his head and drops them down around his neck. Gently and effortlessly she leans up to kiss at his bottom lip, her lips smooth and soft as they press against his, the moisture transferring between them as she is held in his arms.

Lovingly, Steve starts to carry Vanessa down the short hallway and into her room. Looking into her eyes, seeing the depth of the brown, lost within it, he lowers her to the soft comfort of the mattress, the springs shifting ever so slightly. There gaze locked on one another, he leans down once more and tilts his head just so as to push gently into her lips, his tongue gently sliding into her mouth, finding Vanessa’s tongue, both moving together, there lips moving with each others, slippery and soft. Moving himself over, Steve finds himself wrapped in-between Vanessa’s incredible legs, supporting himself up above her and kissing delicately. Kneeling up, Steve looks back down at his lovely girl and slides his hand up over her stomach.

Lying on her back, Vanessa feels the cotton move up against her skin, his hands tracing over her stomach and up, in-between escort ataşehir her breasts. His hands slide higher, around her neck before moving down again, brushing over her breasts as his fingers undo the buttons, one at a time. With each button the shirt opening more and more, the buttons replaced with his lips as they press down against her chest, down past her breast and over her stomach. In one smooth motion he opens her shirt fully, exposing her bare breasts to the soft light filtering through the blinds and down onto her smooth, curved body. As Vanessa starts to unbutton his shirt, starting at the bottom, Steve leans down again, hovering over her, kissing gently, his hand folded through her hair. Feeling his shirt pulled away he lowers himself slightly, his bare chest hovering gently on her breasts, only her hard nipples making contact with the skin.

Feeling the sensation Vanessa lets out a small sharp breath, and leans up kissing harder and pushing her breast up against her lover. Kneeling up again, his arms lifting Vanessa with him, he slides their shirts off and throws them aside. Reaching over the bed side Steve lifts the soft handcuffs from the floor and holds them up for Vanessa to see. Lifting her hands up above her head, Vanessa kisses Steve deeply as she lowers her back onto the covers once more, her wrist finding the warmth of the bed head. Gently cuffing her to the bed Steve kisses more deeply, there tongues pushing into each other, her breasts hard up against the texture of his skin, stimulating her and causing short sharp breaths as they kiss.

Sliding his chest down her body, down past her breast, and over her stomach, he slides her skirt and undies off in one smooth action, kissing at her thighs as they too are exposed to the soft light around them. Shifting off the bed, his feet touching down on the plush carpet, he raises two silk ribbons into the light, and starts to tie one around each of Vanessa’s angular ankles, fastening her to the bed, leaving her completely helpless as her man begins to pleasure her. Sliding his shorts down his legs Vanessa sees, as they hit the carpet, his hard cock is exposed. Sliding back onto the bed Steve starts to kiss once again at her bottom lips, this time biting gently at it, the rough texture of his teeth against her lip making Vanessa melt. His lips tracing down her neck, his teeth nibbling at the muscle, following the contours up to her earlobes where his teeth bite down and gnaw gently at them. At the same time his leg swings over her body, and he sits up on top of her. Looking back down at his helpless girl, he slides his warm smooth hands up her body and across her sides. kadıköy escort bayan His hands flowing up and around her breasts, feeling their firm flesh in his hands, yet avoiding the nipples, Vanessa moving against the cuffs and ties, desperate for more. As his hands circle around the top of her breasts once more they slide down and cup them firmly. With this his lips come down, mouth opened wide as they surround her nipple, his tongue reaching out and licking at the nipple as his lips close, sucking gently before his teeth bite ever so lightly at them, hard between his teeth. As Vanessa moans gently, lying against the soft covers, he moves his hands and his lips away from her breasts. Pointing his tongue, he traces it down her body, over her stomach, kneeling between her thighs. His hands press against the warmth of her inner thighs and push them apart slowly, as his tongue traces down over her pubic bone.

As Vanessa lies there Steve lifts his head back up away from her. Knowing how wet her pussy is, and how much she wants more stimulation, he dips his head down and keeps his tongue soft and wide as he licks all the way up her tight pussy, tasting her juices as they flow onto his tongue and past his lips. Vanessa feels the dulled stimulation as his tongue glides slippery over her hood, applying just a tiny amount of pressure to her clit, yet causing her to moan gently. Pulling back once more Steve unties her legs, then slowly undoes the cuffs, his teasing over.

Sitting away from Vanessa on the other side of the bed, his hard cock in front of him, he waits as Vanessa starts to move toward him. He raises his hand though, stopping her from moving further. A slightly confused look on her face, Vanessa soon realizes what is happening, as Steve takes his hard member in his hand and starts to gently stimulate himself. Noticing that he is playing another little teasing game, pushing there self control to the limit, Vanessa starts to do the same, reclining against the pillow and starting to gently flick at her clit with her middle finger feeling it slide wetly, the radiated heat rising from her pussy. Both across from one another, watching each other intensely, becoming more and more excited as they listen to one another moan, and their expressions changing.

It soon get too much for either of them and they must have the other. They both stop and move toward each other, crawling across the covers, Steve rolls onto his back, Vanessa crawling over him. Leaning up he grasps at her arse and pulls her down onto his face, his nose pushing inside her as his tongue darts out in search of her clit. In a 69 position Vanessa sees Steve’ escort bostancı hard cock pointing into the air in front of her. Feeling the jolt of stimulation through her as his tongue starts to flick feverishly against her clit, Vanessa grips his cock in both hands. Long, tight strokes around him, she leans her mouth down and starts to lap wetly against the head, soft and moist, her tongue swirling around the head, causing him to moan deeply into her as his tongue flicks faster and faster. As her tongue circles around the head she takes him into her mouth, both hands still stroking, sucking at him, and feeling as he bulges. Feeling the incredible sensation as Vanessa stimulates him, Steve plunges his tongue depply into her pussy, licking all around her tight walls. Licking up her lips, back to her engorged clit, he slides two fingers up deep inside Vanessa’s pussy, finding the front wall where they make slow shuddering, rythmic cirlces. He pushes hard up into her as his tongue tickles the spot gaining speed as she starts to moan. Lifting her mouth from his cock Vanessa takes a sharp breath and moans loudly as her hips grind down onto his tongue. Speeding as fast as he can as he hears Vanessa take a final deep and sharp breath before she reaches climax, her rotates his fingers within her. Pusshing into him, Vanessa moans deeply as she comes, her juices flowing down into Steve’ mouth as his tongue flicks faster, causing the orgasmic sensation to shudder through her again, trembling above him, hot juices running down his throat as his pushing his tongue into her pussy, tasting her eagerly.

Lifting her hips from his face, Vanessa turns around, her legs either side of Steve, kneeling up high above him as his cock aims directly upward at her wet moistness. So close to coming he is desperate to be in side her. Slowly she lowers herself down on top of him, feeling the pressure as he fills her tight pussy entirely, sliding deep up within her before she reaches its base. With his hands on her hips lifting her softly, Vanessa rises up to head and slides back down him sharply, rotating as he enters her. She gains speed quickly, pumping harder and harder, feeling him shudder beneath her, hearing him moan loudly. In one sharp movement, leaning forward and pushing her breasts into his chest, she pumps down on top of him, his cock penetrating deeply as he lets his breath out in a loud, deep moan, arms wrapped around her, holding her hard against him as he explodes within her, shuddering and pulsating inside her hot moist walls. She is so tight, and he feels his cock throbbing inside her, his come squirting back down his hard shaft from her tight lips.

They roll onto there sides, wrapped in each others arms. With Vanessa’s legs wrapped around him, Steve remains inside her. They lie there naked, looking into one another’s eyes and enjoying this moment of intimacy, as close as they can ever be to one another.

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Storm Warning part 3

The previous night we’d had a series of thunder storms which had upset my daughter’s best friend, Kayleigh. Long story short — Kayleigh came and slept in my bed with me, though to be honest we didn’t do a lot of sleeping, not until very late on …

On getting up to make breakfast, naked, I walked into the kitchen and found my daughter had arrived home. Read the previous chapters of Storm Warning and it will explain it.

“You do know the whole house stinks of pussy?” My daughter Becca, said matter-of-factly, as I walked into the kitchen.

Now at this point I was feeling pretty bloody good, I had left my new lover in bed — having successfully helped to calmed her fear of thunderstorms and lightning with a night of sex, that culminated in me apparently taking her anal virginity. Now I’m not sure about whether that last one is right or not, I’ll get back to you on that, but the rest of it was pretty good. I mean when a beautiful young lady asks you to ‘mark’ her and ‘make her yours’ — you have to be doing something right, don’t you?

Anyway, so coming off that, I am feeling content with myself, I’m naked — well, it is my house – and I’m about to make a breakfast to rock Kayleigh’s world and I get greeted with “You do know the whole house stinks of pussy?”

There were lots of things I could have said at that point, like ‘and you would know this, how?’ but just because you can say something, doesn’t mean you should say something, especially when you know your daughter’s secret and you want to keep it, out of respect for her, and the new day is bright and shiny, and you’ve just had a lot of really good sex. So, I went with “Good morning to you, daughter of mine, and what a beautiful morning it is too!”

“Morning dad.”

“I thought you weren’t going to be here ’til later.” I opened the fridge and took bacon, eggs and milk out. “Did you get your business sorted in Leeds?” I asked as I turned to put them on the kitchen table and found Becca’s arm held out in front of me, with a canvas butcher’s apron in her hand.

“Cover it up dad. Please?”

I put the apron on, because, after all, hot bacon grease spattered all over your bits can’t be pleasant. I also opened the kitchen windows to let the beautiful morning in (and the smell of ‘pussy’ out).

“I came straight here from there.” She said totally ignoring the ‘business’.

“Do you want some breakfast?” I asked as I started the coffee brewing.

“Well – I had a Maccy-D’s breakfast, but that was over an hour ago, so if you’re making it – I will, thanks.”

“Second breakfast it is then. Go and tell Kayleigh, that it’ll be ready soon_”

“Is she in your room?”

“She was when I left. Are you okay with that?” I asked.

Becca paused as she got up from her seat and looked at me, giving me her ‘hard look’ – narrowed eyes and converging brows and looking daggers at me, never forget the daggers. “If you hurt her in any way – father or not — BAD THINGS!” she said glaring at me, “Very bad things!”

Putting the bowl with the eggs and milk down, I went over to my daughter and took her in my arms. “I love Kayleigh as much as I love you, there is no way I would ever hurt her, so there’s nothing to worry about there.”

Becca looked at me and nodded seriously, “Just letting you know.” She said.

“Besides,” I said as I shooed her off to wake the sleeping Kayleigh, “It’s probably more likely that I’ll damage myself if we carry on like we did last night.”

“Oh T-M-I!” Becca said appalled, as she went through to the hall and up the stairs.

“And this morning!” I called after her as I put the bacon under the grill to cook. “TWICE!”

As the bacon spat and hissed on the grill, I thought about what had just happened. And I don’t mean the storm-lit sex the night before or the feel of a lithe, pale-haired succubus in my arms, the same succubus that had allowed me to be the first as I took her in her arse this morning. (You can tell I’m kind of chuffed about that can’t you?)

No, I meant my encounter with Becca, that, well that just felt strange. First Becca encourages her best mate to sleep with me, that’s pretty surreal on its own. And then she has this ‘business’ which absolutely had to be dealt with, even though she won’t talk about it. And then there was seeing me au naturelle, so to speak. Not a peep, from her – no sarcasm, no nausea, nothing. Finally, and most unusual for her, was that my daughter seemed subdued, pre-occupied or just down, which is unusual for her.

That egg and milk got a battering as I thought about it, whisking it to within an inch of its life. Becca may not live in my house any more but she is still my daughter. I worry about her, a lot.

Seasoned, I set the eggs to rest, while I placed the cooked bacon onto paper kitchen towel to drain, then started cutting bread ready for toast.

The door burst open with Becca following Kayleigh — who had obviously showered, she was dressed in my escort ataşehir Guns ‘n’ Roses singlet again, and from what I could see, nothing else. And they were squabbling, which was nothing unusual, as I have said before — they fight like cat and dog but it’s never anything serious.

“No!” Becca declared loudly, “I will not call you ‘mummy’!”

“But!” Kayleigh replied equally loudly, and I could hear the wind-up in her voice, Becca has always been an easy mark for Kay’s wind-ups, this one was a particularly childish one.

“If I married your dad, then I would become your mum, and you’d have to call me ‘mummy’. That’s the law, and if you didn’t, the police would come and take you away to jail. And you’d be a prison bit_” Kayleigh stopped suddenly, so she that didn’t actually say what she had been about to.

Becca looked horrified.

“And you’d be in prison_” Kayleigh desperately groped for something to say, making it look like she was phrasing the right comment. “And you … you’d have to… call me ‘mummy’ before they’d let you out.” Mental sighs of relief all round.

I made out that I had been busy making the scrambled eggs, so I hadn’t noticed the slip, I guessed it was about the ‘thing’ that neither of them knew that I knew.

“Pack it in!” I told them. These were the magic words that usually ended this sort of thing, and like every other time before, the squabbling stopped. Setting out the meal, I told them, “Just enjoy your breakfasts.”

It was my turn next. Becca looked at me standing at the end of the island picking scrambled eggs up on my fork, “Not that you don’t have a surprisingly nice bum and all, dad, but do you think you could put some clothes on?”

I looked at her, the apron still covering my ‘bits’, “After I finish my breakfast.” I told her.

“So? You two?” Becca went on. “Is it a ‘thing’ now?” I got the feeling it was kind of like a loose tooth, she would keep poking at it.

Kayleigh and I looked at each other. I indicated she should go first.

“Well I don’t really know. Your dad asked me if I was comfortable being just another notch on his bed post, and I was so knocked over by his sexual prowess I just had to say ‘yes’.”

I could see Becca scowl at her friend, Kayleigh was obviously having fun.

“I think it’s way too early to tell.” I said stepping into the fight. “It was just one night_”

“One AWESOME night!” Kay said quickly.

“And we just haven’t decided where it’s going to go yet.” I went on.

“I definitely want it to go on.” Kay chipped in.

“Me too.” I said, “But I don’t think we should rush into anything.”

“But there’s thunder tonight…!”

“That is true.” I said.

“It’s my coping mechanism.” Kay had come around the island and was standing next to me, leaning on my arm, the lower part of which had automatically snaked around her hip, so that my hand was cupping her naked bum. Her hand was groping about under my apron, affecting my dick as it remembered some of the ‘things’ she had done to it last night and earlier this morning.

“It’s true.” I told Becca. “It’s_”

“Look!” Becca stopped the conversation. “I know I encouraged you two to get together_”

“Sort of.” Kayleigh corrected her.

“Okay!” Becca corrected herself, “I know I sort of encouraged you two to get together, but could you stop doing the sex stuff in front of me? It’s weird as it is…” Her voice tailed off.

“Okay honey,” I told her, putting my toast down. “I think I’ll go and change.”

When I got back Kayleigh and Becca were still stood in the same places and the atmosphere was better. I paused for a moment looking at them both. Becca is the taller of the two, she takes after me. She is solid, doesn’t carry much in the way of extra weight, but is nicely rounded. She is, even if I do say so myself, pretty, with very dark brown hair, that she streaks occasionally, that hangs down to her shoulders. She isn’t ‘girly’, but she is feminine and she dresses well. This morning she wore jeans and a t-shirt under a pale zip hoodie.

Kayleigh, on the other hand is petite, with her slim figure and little boobs, her pale blonde hair, and naturally dark skin tone. Where Becca is feminine, Kay is naturally elegant; men’s shirts, or a blouse, pencil skirts or jeans, she just naturally kills them, even my old Guns ‘n’ Roses t-shirt. They both wear clothes very well but in different ways. They are a strangely matched pair.

For most of their childhood they were very similar until puberty when Becca had several growth spurts that left her towering over her friend. I was amazed that both girls adapted to this as well as they did.

I’ve mentioned before that they are close, so close that they lived together at Uni and only recently have they started living apart. But they are the kind of friends that don’t need to be in each other’s pockets all the time. They’re also the kind of friends that share everything. I was worried that what had happened between kadıköy escort bayan Kayleigh and me might somehow come between me and Becca, but as far as I could see everything seemed pretty normal apart from what was bothering Becca.

“So! What’s the plan for today?” I asked.

“Well,” Kayleigh jumped in first, “I was hoping to go back to bed and fu_”

“NO!” Becca cut it off short. “We’re going to _” She looked at Kayleigh carefully, “Are you wearing any underwear?” She asked horrified.

“No.” Kay told her defiantly. “Is that a problem?” She asked sweetly.

Becca’s tone was acid, as she said “Only sluts come to breakfast with no knickers on.”

“That’s okay,” Kayleigh replied with the same sweet tone, “Because I’m your daddy’s slut, so I’m allowed to come to breakfast with no knickers on!”

And there went the atmosphere.

This was going to go pear-shaped really quickly. Kay was just getting into her stride, and Becca was falling for it, so I grabbed the plant mister off the counter, twisted the nozzle and gave both of them a good squirt of tap water.

In the intervening silence I walked around the island and placed an arm around both of them, drawing them towards me.

“If we’re going to get through today without killing each other_” I started.

“But dad!” Becca started.

I stopped her with a look, then went on “Look! Our lives all changed last night, and we are going to sit down and talk it through.”

Both of them pulled a standard bratty face.

“Sit!” I pointed at the stools around the island.

Nothing in a man’s life prepares him for this sort of shit. Going to school and working hard, getting in fights, doing the ‘manly’ thing, having ‘the talk’ with your parents — nothing. A yawning pit opened before me. I mean how do you do it, tell your daughter off while she is going through something herself, or admonish your new lover — in the hope that she is still your lover when you’ve finished?

I took a deep breath. Time to nip it in the bud, and clear the air.

At which point both girls looked at me with beaming butter-wouldn’t-melt smiles and said almost in unison, “Now! What shall we talk about?” Bloody typical.

Okay, bull by the horns, put my foot down with a firm hand, in for a penny and a hundred other old-fashioned sayings.

“Becca what is going on with you? First you encourage Kay to climb into bed with me and then you act like we have done something wrong.”

Becca looked like she was going to cry.

Without even thinking about it, both Kay and I moved in to hug her. It all came out in a rush.

“It’s just that_ Well it’s like when _ It’s that thing – when someone you are deeply involved in, turns around and drops you in it, and then says something cruel and when you ask them about it they say ‘stop being silly’, and treat you like a piece of shit!”

Without even pausing for thought Kay said, “Who is it? They’re dead!”

“Slow down tiger!” I told her. “That’s my job.” I looked at Becca “This is the ‘business’ in Leeds?”

Becca nodded.

“Come on, tell us about it?”

“I’ve been working with someone on a project. I like this person a lot, and I thought they liked me too. They didn’t do something they should have and when our boss asked about the problem this other person said it was my fault and that I hadn’t done something, that she should have_” At this point Becca realised that she’d blown her efforts to keep the other person’s gender a secret. Her face dropped and she looked desperately like she wanted to rewind that sentence.

Me? I just gave one of those ‘dad’ nods. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

My daughter is no dummy, she knew what that meant.

“How did you know?” She looked at me.

“I’m your dad love, it’s my job to know.”

Becca looked at Kayleigh. “No, Kay never said anything either.” I said. “Though she damned nearly blew it before when she was about to call you a prison bitch.”

Becca looked back at me. “How long have you known?”

“That you prefer girls?” She nodded. “I did wonder. There were a couple of things that happened and then, about a year ago, I was in Manchester, I was on my way to see you at your flat, thought I’d surprise you.

“As I walked up to the building, I saw you in the window with a girl, and it looked like you were serious about each other.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” She asked. I couldn’t tell if Becca was horrified, angry or hurt, or perhaps she was a bit of everything. “You’ve known all this time and never said a thing?”

“I suppose the opposite is true, isn’t it?” I said, Becca looked puzzled. “You’ve never said anything either Becca,” I said, keeping my tone firmly neutral. “I never mentioned it out of respect to you.”

I reached up and stroked her hair. “And because it wasn’t my place to, and I thought you’d tell me when you were ready. You’re a grown woman, you both are – even if you don’t act like it at times. How you escort bostancı live your lives is your choice. If you don’t want to tell your old man something that’s up to you.”

“She’s agonised about it for months.” Kayleigh chipped in.

I looked at my daughter, leaning back to examine her with squinted eyes, “And what have I ever done that made you think you couldn’t tell me something like that?”

Becca looked embarrassed. “I was going to tell you.” She said quietly, “But then mum left with that other woman and I thought may be…”

I laughed, which was perhaps cruel, certainly it got me a dirty look from my daughter. She was, after all, only concerned about me. I rested my hand on hers, “Thank you for worrying, but there was no need. You see your mum and me, we are grown-ups and we talk to each other. So, I knew why she did what she did, and it was cool. We’re cool.”

Kayleigh, who through all of this had been uncharacteristically quiet, looked at Becca and nodded.

“You knew?” Becca looked at her accusingly.

“Only what John told me yesterday. But you should know if it had been my daddy, I would have told him…”

“Kay!” I warned her. As I have already mentioned Kay loves winding Becca up, and Becca — bless her — tries to get her back, sometimes it works sometimes it doesn’t, it’s back and to all the time. God help anyone else who tries to get in on the action, they quickly find that they’re actually facing off the pair of them.

“So, you’re not bothered?” Becca asked.

“What? Because you don’t drive stick?”

That got me a collective “Ewwww!” Both of them said it at the same time.

“No, I’m not bothered. At all.” I said, “Like I said it’s your choice. Now getting back to it, is your job okay?”

Becca nodded, gulped and nodded again. “That was why I had to go to the Leeds office to fix it. But I did it, even though it took me all night.”

“And what about the woman?”

“Fucking bitch!” Kayleigh muttered. Both Becca and I looked at her.

“Well she is!” She said, plaintively.

“Don’t worry I’ll sort it out.” Becca said ominously.

“Don’t do anything rash.” I said, which drew a ‘seriously?’ look from Becca. “I told you — I’m your dad, it’s my job to worry about these things.”

“Nothing under-hand, she forgets we work in telecoms and we have digital technology to make our lives easier. I have records of the actions she had taken on and now my name is all over the work that needed to be done, which she didn’t do.”

At that point Becca decided enough was enough, she didn’t want to talk about it anymore and went to get a shower — we were going to the night ‘do’ of my cousin’s son’s wedding. Kayleigh went up with her and I went to listen to the cricket in the sitting room.

A half hour later Kayleigh came in, still just wearing the Guns ‘n’ Roses vest, and made herself comfortable on the sofa next to me. She lay next to me with her head on my thigh. I looked down at her as the commentator was explaining something about a cake they had been sent. (if you don’t listen to Test Match Special on the BBC — trust me, it happens, okay?)

“You okay?” She asked.

“Yep! The air’s clear between me and my daughter. I’m sat with a gorgeous girl next to me…” I let my hand wander, “… and she’s not wearing knickers and I’m listening to England beating Australia at cricket. It just gets better and better. I’m a happy bunny.

“Is Becca okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, she huffed and puffed a bit, but I think she’s glad that you know now. She has been worrying about it for months.”

“So have I.” I said. Kay looked at me, “Thinking you know something, but also worrying whether you’re wrong because what you think you know may not actually be what you think you know, but something else altogether.

“And then wondering – if what you think you know actually is what you think know — then why didn’t Becca tell me? Did she not trust me?”

“I think you think too much at times.” Kayleigh observed from the couch next to me.

“I think you could be right.”

There was a flurry of action from the test match and the last Australian batsman made his way back to the pavilion. England were well placed to wrap this one up quickly.

“This morning…?” I started.

“Yes?”

“When we did — er — the thing…”

“Anal?” She said with a giggle.

“That was it.” I paused. “Well first – I think you said – you said that you ‘kind of like it up the bum occasionally”.

Kay had rolled onto her back and was looking up at the ceiling. “I did.”

“And then when we did it, you said I was the first man who had done it to you that way.”

“That’s true as well.” Kayleigh chuckled, a dirty, rich sound.

“Care to elaborate?”

Kayleigh lay there without speaking for a few minutes.

“I suppose as we’re getting stuff sorted out this morning, I might as well…

“When we were younger Becca and I did that whole teenage girl thing, best mates and all, you know?”

“Sadly no. I was never a teenage girl.”

Kay reached up over her head and smacked me for being a smart-arse. “Okay. Becca was the first person I snogged and I was the first person that snogged her.”

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