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Hi everyone… this is a true story.

I am a typical Indian girl and have been brought up by well to do conservative parents. This incidence is about when I was in tenth grade. I had just had my eighteenth birthday a week ago. I had summer vacation those days and was staying in house contemplating the exams that lay ahead of me.

I was just whiling away my time reading textbooks, novels, watching movies and gardening occasionally. I didn’t have a very close friends’ circle and none to accompany me in those vacations. Dad and mom are both working in government jobs and leave house at 9 a.m in the morning to return late in night around 8-9 p.m. except on Sundays and national holidays.

We have a lot of relatives, both from my mother’s and my father’s side and not having any other siblings, I had grown close to my cousins and looked forward to meeting them whenever the chance should come. I have a cousin brother named Vishal who was three years my senior and had just written his higher secondary exams and was preparing for his professional courses entrance exams.

One fine day, dad announced that Vishal’s dad had called up and that he was to come over and spend the summer with us so that he could attend a coaching program in our place. I had always looked up to Vishal bhaiya (brother in Hindi language) and adored him as he was considered a genius who always used to top his class. He was very knowledgeable and funny too and time used to fly whenever he was around.

So it did. He came home and settled down in a couple of days. We were meeting after a gap of three years and there was some breaking of ice required as both of us had grown in the last three years having left the years of childhood and entered the turbulent years of adolescence.

But once we had spoken and laughed our guts out on each other all that ice melted fairly quickly. He had grown to be a flirt and kept on passing occasional comments on how beautiful I had grown casino siteleri to be in the last three years. He too had been working out and looked the part of a commercial model. We kind of grew close and he started helping me out with studies occasionally. His classes used to wind up by 3 p.m. and we used to spend a lot of time together, mostly chatting. He used to flirt incessantly and I used to brush him off. He however was occasionally rather blunt and I had gently rebuked him too.

One of those days, about a week after his arrival, he came back from his classes at 12 p.m. as his biology teacher hadn’t turned up on that day. As usual I was alone at home and was just about to have lunch.

I was glad that I won’t have to eat alone and served for both of us. While eating we chatted away about things in general when he suddenly stopped and asked me if I had had a boyfriend at school. I was shocked at the sudden question and replied in the negative. He seemed pleased and said he that he was. I asked why and he shrugged off saying that he felt free to discuss ‘things’ with me now. I asked him-

“What things?”

“Stuff like enjoying the company that we had and all…”

“But I am enjoying myself already.”

“How about enjoying ourselves more?”

And then he extended his leg and caressed my bare feet under the table. The touch sent shivers down my spine and I retracted my legs.

He caught my hands with his hand across the table and started squeezing them hard. I tried to free the hands but his grip was tight. I pleaded into his eyes whereby he loosened his grip and I got up and silently removed my plate and started washing up the plates.

He too got up, washed and went up to his room.

I went back to my room and stayed there for an hour, angry and shamed. At about three, he knocked on my door and entered my room. I sat up on my bed and looked at him questioningly. He said that he was sorry and that he was slot oyna overcome momentarily by his emotions. I said it was alright and that it didn’t matter.

He sat on my bed and we sat there in silence for about five minutes. Then he moved closer to me, and held my hand and said he was sorry for what he was about to do. Then, all of a sudden, he grabbed my head with both his hands and gave a full kiss on my lips.

In spite of my protests, he drew me down on the bed under him while constantly kissing my lips, trying to part my lips effectively muffling my screams. His hands moved down and began caressing my breasts through the t-shirt that I was wearing.

I was flooded in feelings of shame, fear, guilt and intense pleasure and my body seemed to betray what my mind knew to be wrong. Tears rolled of my eyes and I gently gave way to his probing tongue that delved into the depths of my mouth searching everywhere while my tongue and lips quivered in the attention being bestowed on them.

His right hand went under the t-shirt and found my breasts and started cupping them and fondling them. I was moaning in pleasure and let out a loud gasp. He felt encouraged by me response and gently lifted of me and in a swift motion relieved me of my t-shirt and then again dived down on me attacking my breasts with his mouth licking, sucking and biting on them while I moaned in near ecstasy.

His hands traveled down and entered the loose elastic of my skirt to the region of my navel and then the pubic mound. He got off me again and in a swift motion yanked the skirt down, waiting and relishing me in my panties only and then gently removed them too. He kept admiring them pinning my hands to my sides that tried to protect my private area.

He then removed his hands of me and I rolled off to a side feeling violated and shamed. He removed his shirt, pant and undies and lied down next to me running his finger down my back from the neck to the natal cleft canlı casino siteleri and then spooned himself behind me in the lateral position and brought his hands around me to fondle my breast and my pussy at the same time.

He then rolled me over on my back and climbed me on the top, his erect penis lying between my thighs and then he kissed me on my neck and licking all the way went to my lips.

I was feeling wet between my thighs and felt his hands parting my thighs for his penis to gain access to my private bush. He then steadied his penis and gently entered my hole and I felt the tearing pain of the penetration and the insertion.

I screamed loud and tears jerked off my eyes freely. His penis just went on stretching me more and more and then he hit my hilt and rested on me for a minute while kissing me on my mouth, his tongue playing with mine in a frenzy.

Then, he started moving himself up and down on me, his penis slamming down on me again and again…

I moaned, cried, begging him to go on and to rip me apart… He went on and on and on and slammed into me again and again and again…

By now, my body was responding independent of my thoughts and my pelvis started bobbing up and down to meet his thrusts. I could feel the crescendo building up and in a sudden release, million of volts discharged through me starting from my vagina and spreading along my spine. I convulsed in pleasure and let out a loud gasp…and was immediately shocked by another jolt from my vagina and yet again and again…my body convulsing in ecstasy. He seemed to be slowing down, his breathing becoming labored and then I felt him discharge into my depth. He convulsed again and again and went in pulsating and spraying my insides. He was spent and then he gradually rolled off me and then gently kissed me on my lips. He put his fingers into my hole and then smiled at me.

I smiled back.

He climbed back on top and after fifteen minutes of fooling around, he was inside me again pounding my flesh with his rod, again and again and again…

He came five more times inside me before my parents were back.

The rest of the vacation was memorable…

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All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older.

Brad got to the country and western bar promptly at 9:00. He was really excited to be meeting Beth. He was walking a little gingerly when he got there because his balls were still gently aching. His aunt had worked him over pretty good in the shower. He still was at a loss as to how she had made him come so much. But she had. He hoped he wasn’t too exhausted to enjoy his evening with Beth. But one thing was for sure. He wasn’t going to get off again prematurely. Aunt Laura had seen to that.

The bar was pretty busy. Not like the week before when it had been packed. But still there were plenty of people there. Brad walked around and soon spotted Beth at a little stand-up table in a corner of the bar. There was a very pretty woman standing there with her. She was talking very seriously to Beth as Brad approached them.

Beth looked up, saw him walking over and gave him a radiant smile. She stepped away from the table, took Brad’s arm and kissed him on the cheek.

“Hi ‘ya. I’m glad you got here…” she said with sparkling eyes.

“This is my friend Jenny. Jenny…this is Brad.”

“Hi Brad. Beth’s been telling me about you. She says you’re a pretty good dancer. I hope you can handle both of us.”

“Well she may have been exaggerating just a little. She was making me look good last week but that was then and this is now.”

“Oh I’m sure you’re just being modest Brad. You sound just like my husband Dave. Except when he says he can’t dance he’s being generous. Where the heck is he anyway…” Jenny said looking around expectantly.

By now Brad had had a chance to look at Beth’s friend properly and there were two things about her that he found quite striking.

Jenny was wearing cut-off jeans, little sneakers and socks as well as a plum colored, spandex top.

Brad wasn’t totally sure but his guess was that Jenny was pregnant. Maybe three or four months. He didn’t know. He wasn’t good at these things. She wasn’t showing a lot but there was a very well defined bulge just above her little shorts. Also, her breasts looked noticeably swollen on a girl who otherwise had such a slender frame. Brad was only guessing but he thought those prominent orbs were probably a full cup size bigger, if not more, than they had been a couple of months earlier.

She looked positively glowing and full of life. This was especially striking in her sparkling green eyes. Brad had never seen eyes so vibrantly colored and every time she looked at him he couldn’t turn his eyes away from her.

But when he wasn’t staring at Jenny he was ogling Beth who looked every bit as gorgeous as she had when he met her last week. She was wearing stiletto heels, smoky grey stockings and a black leather skirt that came down to just above her knee. The leather skirt accentuated the curve of her hips and her half moon shaped ass. Above that she was wearing a sleeveless grey satin top. The blouse had no buttons and gaped open from her neck to her waist. Under that she was wearing a strapless black satin bra that was straining mightily to contain her fulsome breasts. Brad had his hands full trying to look the statuesque beauty in the eye.

“Oh there he is!…” Jenny cried pointing to a tall gangly young man who was standing across the room waving at them. He was standing next to a booth that a waitress was clearing and he was trying to get their attention.

“He’s got us a table. Isn’t he the best! Come on Brad I want you to meet my guy…” Jenny enthused, grabbing Brad’s hand and pulling him behind her.

They left behind their drinks which were just about done anyway.

“Dave, this is Brad, Beth’s friend. Brad. This is my husband Dave.”

“Hello Dave. Nice to meet you. Jenny’s been threatening to drag me out on the dance floor but I’m thinking you’re probably a more likely victim than me. Congratulations by the way. I see you two are expecting.”

By now everyone was sliding into the booth, Brad and Beth opposite Jenny and Dave.

Dave must have ordered drinks because the waitress was returning with a pitcher of beer, three glasses and a glass of Coke for Jenny.

“Thanks Brad. We’re pretty excited. Sixteen weeks down and twenty one more to go. And can you believe it. I haven’t gained a single pound!”

Jenny punched him hard in the arm when he said that. At the same time she was leaning towards her husband. She had her shoulders back so that her creamy breasts were thrusting proudly out of the rounded cleavage of her top.

“I didn’t hear you complaining when you were playing submarine between these babies the other night!…” she said.

Dave’s cheeks turned so red they matched Beth’s gleaming lipstick

“Ahhh!…Geez Jenny!…These guys don’t want to hear about that stuff…” he stammered in embarrassment.

“Of course we do…” Beth replied. She went on…

“Do you need a snorkel or can we play right here?…”

“You don’t need a snorkel but how long can you hold your breath?…” Jenny casino siteleri replied mischievously.

For some reason the girls thought this was enormously funny and they both convulsed in laughter. From then on the conversation only got more raunchy and everyone was laughing and trying to outdo one another with inane remarks.

Brad felt immediately at ease with Beth’s friends and was just as animated as anyone.

As it got later and the crowd got more into the music the four young people spent a lot of time on the dance floor, Brad with Beth, Dave with Jenny, then they switched, then the girls took a turn together. The first pitcher of beer disappeared, as did the second. They were working on their third and Jenny was on God knows her umpteenth glass of Coke. Brad was out on the floor, stomping and spinning with her in time with some Scut Haggard song. Then the music abruptly segued to a slow song and Brad found himself with Jenny’s arms draped around his neck and her slightly bulging tummy pressing warmly into his.

“God. This is so much fun. Just like we used to have…” the vivacious red head murmured to Brad.

“Hey. You guys make a great couple. You’re going to be great parents. Anyone can see that.”

Jenny leaned back in Brad’s arms and looked at him appraisingly for a moment. Then she said…

“I probably shouldn’t say this Brad but Dave and I haven’t had sex in two months.”

Brad was a little taken a back by this candid confession and couldn’t think of a thing to say.

“Ever since I told Dave I was pregnant he won’t do it with me anymore. He says he’s worried about hurting the baby. I’ve shown him all the articles that say it’s perfectly O.K. but he say he’s not comfortable with it. Now all he wants is for me to go down on him. I mean I don’t have a problem with that. Oral sex is great but I have my needs too! We used to do it like rabbits, all the time. Out in the back yard, on the kitchen counter, in front of the TV, in the backseat of the car, in the front seat of the car, wherever!”

Brad was completely shocked by Jenny’s unexpected revelation. He really didn’t know what to say to all this. What he wanted to do was to get their conversation back on less intimate ground. But Jenny was on a rant now…

“Now he’s just like…’Let’s just wait ’til after you have the baby… Just to be sure… And by the way, do you think you could blow me?…’ I don’t understand how he can be so insensitive about this!.. It’s a real bummer…How can guys be so selfish?…”

“Jen…Why don’t we go back and sit down. I don’t know what to tell you but if there’s anything I can do to help you know I’d be more than happy.”

Jenny looked at Brad with another long, thoughtful look and then she let him lead her off the dance floor and back to their booth. They sat down next to each other on one side of the booth. Jenny squirmed around for a moment in her seat and then she reached down for Brad’s hand.

“Here. I want you to feel something…” she said.

She took Brad’s hand and pulled it over onto her stomach.

Brad was enthralled to feel how firm and smooth the rounded bump under her spandex top felt.

But then Jenny surprised him by moving his hand lower. In another moment Brad felt her steering his hand between her legs.

He gasped in surprise as he realized that Jenny had undone the button and the zipper of her little cut-off jean shorts. His eyes went wide as he felt her pressing his fingers through her wiry pubic hair and down into the center of her groin. He felt her little nylon panties drag over the back of his wrist as she guided his fingers to rest on her puffy slit.

Her green eyes were fixed excitedly on his as she whispered…”I am so hot for it. You have no idea. Curl your finger under. See how wet I am…”

“Ahhh…Jenny…I don’t think…I mean…I’m sure you’re just going through a little… Ahhh… rough patch right now and this probably isn’t a …Umm… a good idea you know!”

“Do it!…Just do it!…” the red-head hissed.

Brad didn’t want to cause a scene so he did as she asked. He curled his finger and slipped his finger tip into Jenny’s seething pussy. Her pursed little clam was satiny slick and closed on his intruding digit like it was trying to suck it in deeper.

“Oh yesss!…That’s what I’m talking about!..” Jenny enthused, her eyes sparkling with a feverish excitement.

“That’s what you’re talking about what?…” Beth asked, suddenly looming over the table from out of nowhere.

Brad looked up in total shock to see Beth and Dave manoeuvring around each other just before they sat next to their respective partners.

He tried to pull his hand out of Jenny’s crotch but she slammed her thighs on it and sank her sharp fingernails into the back of his wrist to keep it right where it was.

“Nahhh!…It’s nothing!…” he gasped in a barely audible voice.

“Clothes!…” Jenny said without missing a beat.

“What?…” Beth said with a very curious look.

“I was just telling slot oyna Brad how hard it is to get the size I want now that I’m pregnant. Remember. I was saying something to you about that very thing before Brad got here…”

“Ummm. You did say something about that didn’t you…” Beth said. She looked at Brad’s crimson face and a funny sort of smile creased her lips.

“I told you Dave was useless about that sort of thing. Not feeling comfortable in the maternity department and all that. But Brad seems a little more interested. He said he thinks my wardrobe just needs a little tweaking…Well maybe a serious tweaking!…” Jenny went on, squirming a little on Brad’s prodding finger.

“Oh come on man. You can’t be serious…” Dave groaned in disbelief.

“Well…Yeah…I mean you gotta’ admit…Jenny could slip on just about anything and still look amazing…” Brad said, blushing uncontrollably as Dave’s wife’s juicy pussy fluttered around his reluctant finger.

“Well tuck my pleats! Beth… you didn’t tell us you invited Calvin Klein along tonight!…” Dave said laughing.

Beth didn’t answer right away. She was looking at her friend Jenny like she was trying to decide something. Then finally she smiled and gripping Dave’s arm said…” Come on you Neanderthal. If they’re going to talk ‘early term waistlines’ you and me might as well take another turn around the dance floor.

“Hey I know as much about insert panels as he does!”

But Dave’s enthusiasm wasn’t convincing and it didn’t take much coaxing on Beth’s part to lead him back to the dance floor.

Jenny and Brad remained where they were with Jenny holding Brad’s hand trapped between her clutching legs. She looked at him with steady eyes for a moment then she relaxed the pressure of her thighs.

Brad breathed a sigh of relief as he moved his hand away. Jenny continued looking at him as she did up her little shorts under the table. Then she stood up and took Brad’s hand in hers.

“Come on!…” she said, pulling Brad after her.

“But where…where are we going?…” he asked as Jenny led him to the back of the bar.

She didn’t answer him but marched down the hallway towards the bathrooms. She stopped at an exit door near the end of the hall and slammed it open. They were out in the parking lot and Jenny was pulling Brad across it.

Just beyond the illumination of the parking lot lights he could see a small park like area with a big commercial Bar-B-Q and a scattering of picnic tables. That was where Jenny was leading him.

“What will the others think?…” he asked nervously.

They’ll just think we’re out on the dance floor…”

Jenny pulled him over to one of the shadowed picnic tables. She turned to lean her butt against it and let go of his hand.

Even in the dim light Brad could see Jenny’s sparkling green eyes flashing wickedly.

“I want to show you something…” she said in a gravely murmur. And so saying she reached up with one hand and stretched her spandex top down towards her waist, baring one of her succulent tits.

“Holy shit!…” Brad gasped in surprise. Jenny’s creamy globe was capped with a large maroon aureole and a spiky pink nipple. The smiling red head hefted that pendular orb with both hands.

“Come a little closer baby! This is what I wanted to show you…” Jenny whispered. Squeezing the underside of that swollen orb with one hand, she started tweaking her nipple fairly roughly.

Brad was entranced with her shameless tit play. His cock stiffened up into crow bar like proportions in his pants. Hardly aware of what he was doing, he leaned down to look more closely at her temptingly displayed breast.

“Ready?…” she asked.

And then, before what Brad knew what was happening, a fine, thread-like jet of liquid sprayed from Jenny’s nipple onto his upper lip.

Without even thinking about it, Brad licked her breast milk up with his tongue. It was kind of watery and a little sweet. But just the fact that it was the product of Jenny’s exposed tit made Brad instantly hunger for more.

“Oh my God!…That’s amazing!…” he groaned.

“Isn’t it neat! I just started this week. But I’m leaking the stuff all the time…” Jenny said, gently squeezing her nipple and making a creamy trickle of milk spill across her aureole.

“We shouldn’t waste it…” she said, lifting her dripping breast toward Brad like an offering.

“Geez Jenny…We can’t!…” Brad whimpered, casting his eyes up anxiously to hers.

But the red head’s smile only grew broader as she said…”Don’t be so nervous. You know you want to.”

And with that she moved the hand that had been squeezing her nipple to the back of Brad’s head and pulled his face against her chest.

Instinctively Brad’s mouth opened wide and he inhaled as much of her creamy tit flesh into his mouth as he could.

“Ummm!…That’s it!…Suck on me!…” Jenny demanded.

Brad was already doing that, and with enthusiasm. His hands came up and he cupped them around Jenny’s. Now there were canlı casino siteleri three hands caressing her swollen boob. He flipped at her hard nipple with his tongue trying to coax more of that mouth-watering syrup from her. But it wasn’t working. He mewed like a frustrated kitten.

“Suck it harder!…” Jenny hissed.

Brad didn’t want to be too rough but he did as she said. He even bit lightly into her puffy aureole.

“Yesss!…” hissed Jenny as electric darts of excitement lanced through her chest.

Brad’s efforts were rewarded.

“Mmm!…Mmm Hmm!…” he moaned in a guttural murmur as a steady stream of milky fluid poured into his mouth.

That watery nectar tasted ambrosial to Brad and he eagerly sucked for more.

“That’s it baby! Take all you want. But we’ll leave the other one for Dave. He can do that one later. He loves it too!…”

Brad hardly heard her, so rapt up was he in his feverish suckling. He didn’t notice it when Jenny undid her little jeans and dropped them around her ankles. Nor did he notice when she opened his pants and pushed them with his shorts down around his knees.

It was only when she hunched her butt back up onto the picnic table and his mouth popped off her breast with an audible slurp that he opened his eyes and looked around him.

His chin was dripping with Jenny’s creamy liquid as was the end of her still exposed boob.

She was propped on the table ahead of him in the most erotic pose he had ever seen.

She still had on her little sneakers which she had brought up onto the edge of the table, her knees raised high and spread wide. She was leaning back slightly on her hands. Her fleshy labia were swollen and were visibly pulsing as if they had a life of their own. Brad could clearly see the parted center of her opening. It was gleaming wetly with her juices.

He raised his eyes nervously to hers.

“Ahhh!…We should get back don’t you think?…They’re probably wondering where we are…”

Jenny didn’t say anything but she moved one hand down in front of her crotch and crooked her index finger at Brad invitingly.

“Come here baby!…You know what I want!…”

Brad bit his lip in hesitation. He was so nervous that it was all he could do to move just half a step closer to Jenny’s beckoning loins. But that was near enough.

The seductive red head’s little hand flashed out with serpent like quickness and closed around Brad’s erection.

“Oh God!… I need it so bad baby!…You have no idea!…” Jenny hissed as she pulled Brad towards her by his dick until she had the blunt nose of his tool nudging into her opening.

She pushed her encircling fist to the root of his shaft and pulled him into her.

“Nahhhh!…” Brad croaked at the feel of Jenny’s torrid flesh surrounding his sensitive cock crown.

“Yesss!…That’s it!…Put it in me!…Do it!…I can’t wait to feel your big cock filling me up!…It’s been too long!…” the red head groaned, biting her lower lip. She let go of the root of Brad’s tool and grabbed onto the front of his shirt with both hands. With her knees spread apart, she held herself wide open, eager for the thrust of the rigid tool that was just barely inside her.

Brad was a mass of conflicting emotions. There was Beth to think about and Jenny’s husband Dave. This girl was pregnant after all and he wondered fleetingly if he should be concerned about that.

But no matter how much he might have wanted to be a better man, he wasn’t. He closed his hands on Jenny’s and holding them tight he hunched forward into her smoldering cauldron.

“Oh yesss!…” Jenny cried as Brad’s engorged cock plowed into her.

“Nahhhh!…Oh Geez!….” Brad moaned, as Jenny’s greasy sheath spread then closed around the length of his meat. He held himself perfectly still inside her, marvelling at the searing heat that was scorching his length. His arousal was so great he could barely breathe.

“Shit yess baby!…Just…just hold still for a second…Ahhh!…Umm Hmm!…It’s…it’s been a while!…Oh Goddd!…” Jenny gasped, squirming on Brad’s plundering cock like a bug on a pin.

Brad did as he was told. He could distinctly feel the baby bulge pushing against his stomach and there was something incredibly arousing about that. He was so excited he was afraid that if he moved it would be all over even before he got started. And he didn’t think that would make the writhing young beauty beneath him very happy. So he held very still inside her.

But it didn’t take long for Jenny to adjust to his throbbing length. Soon she started using her hands to urge him to move inside her.

“I’m being such a bad girl aren’t I baby?…Letting you fuck me like this… What kind of a girl would let you do that?…Let you stuff her with your big cock when you hardly know her?…I can’t believe I’m behaving like such a whore?…And whore’s are there to be fucked aren’t they baby?…Is that what you’re going to do to me Brad?…Fuck me like a whore?…Fuck me stupid and then shoot a big load inside me?…I hope that’s what you’re going to do!..”

As she spoke Jenny had wound her hands tight in Brad’s shirt and was pushing him back and forth, working about half his length in and out of her receptive tunnel.

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Mandy looked at both of them and she felt wonderful. They were both so beautiful, hot and sexy. How could she not love them both?

She had met Kara in High School and had become immediately enamored of the girl. She was tall, leggy & blonde, piercing blue green eyes. A smile that lit up the room. Intense, but not so intense that she could not laugh with delight at the absurdities of life. Everything about Kara made Mandy happy and they had become close immediately. The first time she and Kara had made love, after cheerleading practice, Mandy had been so afraid of rejection. She needn’t have worried.

Kara had licked her from head to toe, worshiping at Mandy’s pussy and letting Mandy feast on her own delectable body. The most beautiful tits in the world were licked repeatedly by Mandy’s tongue, worshipfully. Then Mandy buried her face in a pussy for the first time and she knew that she was hooked. She was a member in good standing of Cuntlappers Anonymous and she feasted greedily on her blonde baby was the happy recipient.

Every day after school the two playmates met up for hot, kinky, girl-on-girl sex. They became adept in the arts, Mandy’s fingers would trail over Kara’s nipples and she’d lick downward until she reached the object of her desire.

She intended to make Kara her love-slave and no one would ever eat Kara’s pussy as well as she did. As her tongue licked across Kara’s clit and it stabbed in and out of the girl’s sweet cunt, she was succeeding in her task. Kara’s screams let her know that.

It was Kara’s turn to reciprocate and she did so eagerly. Kara’s skill was with her fingers and as she fingerfucked her lesbian casino siteleri lover, the love she felt overwhelmed her.

“Yes baby, oh godd, lick it, fuck it!!” Mandy yelled out to Kara. The young lesbian obeyed eagerly.

They continued into college, rooming together. A few friends knew and some suspected, but all the fires of hell could have not have stopped them from loving each other.

It didn’t stop when Mandy met Brad. Brad was tall, over 6′ and built. His eyes were usually covered with glasses, making him look like a hunky professor. His hair was usually wildly tossed. It was his intellect that had attracted Mandy, it was his sexual prowess that had kept her coming back. Until she met Brad, she didn’t think anyone could make her come as hard as Kara did. She didn’t sleep with him right away, not wanting to betray Kara’s love. But Kara gave her lover the okay and Mandy went for it.

The first time Mandy felt Brad’s hard, big cock in her pussy, she thought she’d died and gone to heaven. The dildos she and Kara used to fuck each other were wonderful but the pulsating, heated flesh within her, a real hard cock, made her cum and cum.

Brad also got a cherry that Kara had not. He’d fucked her in the ass and her tight butt clenched and gripped at his massive cock and she knew that she would have to let Kara slide their favourite toy into her ass later on that night.

Which Kara did. And Mandy had loved it.

They’d had many threesomes after that night, she and Kara and Brad. Loving people with many wonderful combinations that delighted all of them. Brad & Kara, Brad & Mandy, Mandy & Kara – all of them together, all of slot oyna them so hot and fuck-wild each time. No one had any complaints about the sexual heat that radiated each time they got together. It continued after all 3 had graduated.

Now, married at last, Mandy was on her honeymoon. Love filled her heart, but lust filled her pussy. This was a night they had dreamed of for so long, Mandy and her love.

Walking towards Mandy on silky long legs, black teddy skimpy and buttons strategically undone, Kara pushed the sexy redhead she loved down on the bed. Mandy was tiny, just a little above 5′, a bundle of precocious sexual energy. Her body was cuddly, scrumptious and exciting, Kara adored every inch of this hot little package, even still. Brad stood away from the bed, watching with lust as his two women began the love-play that never failed to excite him.

Kara’s tongue began licking at Mandy’s nipples, exciting them into stiffness as Brad moved between his lover’s legs and began eating her strawberry muff. Inviting an extra partner on her honeymoon had been a great idea, Mandy thought as her flesh quivered at the erotic invasion. The threesomes never failed to excite her and this was was all the more special from the commitment that had been voiced before friends and loved ones earlier that day.

“OOOHHHHH,” Mandy purred as her lover’s attacked her body. The trio were so in synch, all knew what to do. They’d had lots of practice for this special night, Mandy giggled internally.

Kara straddled Mandy’s head, letting her love work her magic on her neatly-trimmed blonde pussy. Mandy attacked Kara’s clit, swabbing it with practiced strokes, canlı casino siteleri around and around, licking and lapping for all she was worth. From the way the stunning blonde was squirming and moaning above her, Mandy was doing a great job.

Brad, who’d been sucked into hardness by Kara, was now fucking Mandy intently, with slow motions at first, gliding in and out of Mandy’s strawberry bush, then harder, faster, pumping his hips and thrusting deep inside his lover, seeing the looks of both the girls, wanting this never to end. His cock ached to cum, yet he held off. Brad wanted both girls to remember this, so he slowed his pace, his hard prick barely moving inside of Mandy. “You fucking bastard, fuck me harder!” she yelled and he did as she asked. “Better baby, fuck, so much better, ohhhh Kara, he’s so gooodddd!” Mandy whimpered as Brad’s cock increased its pace.

Kara wiggled her hot body in agreement, not wanting the fun to end. She wanted to feel Brad’s cock in her cunt before the evening was over. Brad knew this and pulled out of Mandy, letting Kara lick her lover into orgasm that made the walls shake.

He slid his hard dick into Kara’s tight, shaved pussy. Kara was not one for gentle fucking and he pumped and pumped, as Mandy licked her baby’s pretty, rock-hard nipples. Within a few minutes, Kara came and Brad shot his load into her waiting pussy. Mandy was right there to eat the pussy clean and none of them wanted this heat to end.

But it did end, as all good things must. Mandy put a condom on top of his hard dick and they fucked one final time. Brad shot his final load, just as Mandy orgasmed with him, Kara quickly following suit. Their tempos matched, as per usual.

Relaxing a little, Mandy turned to Brad as Kara snuggled close. “Thanks babe, for making our honeymoon special. We’ll see you tomorrow hon – my wife and I want to be alone!”

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I grew up in a very small farming community. It was understood that when kids were old enough to get jobs, we would go to work. At age 14, I started working summer vacations in a grain elevator, a warehouse where area farmers bring their harvested grain to be stored.

The harvest lasted from late July until early September, and the daily temperatures were consistently hovering around one hundred degrees. Working in the elevator was hot, dirty work, and because of the machinery involved in moving grain, there was always the risk of becoming entangled. Consequently, I always wore very tight fitting jeans and tee-shirts that had no loose cloth to be snagged in the gears and belts. It was very physical labor. There was no need to go to a gym to get in shape; the work took care of that. My six-foot frame was well-muscled and hard as a rock, and because my work also involved outside maintenance, I was well-tanned. The hormone gods had generously given me very dark and moderately thick hair on my arms, chest, and legs, and under my arms and around my pubes. Anyway, after finishing my junior year at college, I returned home to work again in the elevator.

Now, as I said, all the kids were expected to work, and that included the girls. One girl in particular, Dori Hamilton, had caught my eye ever since we’d been in high school together. She had come home after her freshman year at college and had once again driven farm truck for her parents, Eileen and Dave Hamilton. Dori’s figure had filled out nicely, and I was looking forward to her several daily visits bringing truckloads of grain into the elevator. Seeing the five-foot Dori driving a twenty-ton farm truck with precision and skill into the elevator was usually the high point of the day.

Though I knew Dori pretty well from school, I had only seen her parents a few times. They lived on their farm and didn’t come to town often. I knew them well enough to speak to them, but that was about it.

On one late September day toward the end of August, I opened up the elevator promptly at 7 a.m., and there sat the Hamilton’s truck. Since there was still dew on the ground and there was still the overnight chill I the air, I knew the grain must have been cut the night before. The morning sun was hitting the windshield, but I saw the silhouette of a woman inside, so I assumed it was Dori. I waved her to drive on in onto the scales while I walked to the switch room to start the machinery.

When I returned to weigh the truck, the woman standing at the scales was not Dori but her mother, Eileen. She was perhaps an inch taller than Dori, certainly a more mature and fuller figure at age 40, and she was wearing tight jeans and a long-sleeved flannel shirt over what looked like a white tee-shirt.

She saw my surprise and spoke first.

“Good morning, Dan. Bet you were expecting to see Dori.”

She continued to take in all of my body, and it was beginning to make me a bit uneasy. She seemed to be paying a lot of attention to the bulge in my jeans just below my belt.

“Mmmmm. I can see why Dori doesn’t mind driving truck now.”

I felt myself blushing, and she obviously noticed it.

“Sorry, Dan. I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” she spoke somewhat unconvincingly. “But you are a nice looking and very masculine young man. What girl wouldn’t be attracted to your muscles? And being so tanned and with so much hair on your arms, well…” her voice trailed off.

Now I was blushing, not just because of her bluntness, but also because the tone of her voice was generating an erection.

I tried to get my mind back on business.

“All right, Eileen, lets get you unloaded and on your way. By the way, where is Dori today?”

“We’ve given her today off to go do some back-to-school shopping. You’ll be stuck with me all day,” she said.

I have to admit that I was disappointed. I had the hots for Dori, so it was disappointing that I would not be seeing her that day.

I unloaded the truck and sent Dori’s mother on her way. It would be another two or three hours before the grain would be dry enough to cut, so I busied myself with greasing the machinery and doing other maintenance around the elevator. Since it was September, harvest in our area was nearly over, so there would be relatively few trucks bringing in grain.

By 10 a.m. the late summer sun had heated up the outside temperature to about eighty degrees. The inside of the sheet metal grain elevators was probably closer to 120 degrees near the top where I was working on the machinery, so I had worked up a sweat that had my already tight clothing looking as if it had been painted on.

At about 10:30 I heard the rumble of a truck coming into the elevator, so I went back to the scales. Eileen was already out of the truck and standing at the scales waiting for me. She had taken off her outer flannel shirt as the day grew hotter and now wore only a sleeveless tank tee shirt with narrow shoulder straps. Like my own white sleeved tee, her?s was sweat-drenched. I could clearly see the outline casino oyna of her bra beneath it. But what really caught my eye were her very exposed, dark bushy armpits and the comparatively large amount of dark hair on her forearms. I became instantly hard, a fact which did not escape her attention.

“Hi, Dan. We’ve only got one more load and then we’re done,” she said, her eyes spending more time on my erection than looking at my face.

“Okay, Eileen,” I stammered, “Well, you’re all weighed. Go ahead and hoist ‘er up.”

I dumped the truck and shoveled it out as quickly as I could, weighed the truck empty, and bid her good morning. As she took the weigh slip from my hand, she ran her hand slowly up and down over the hair on my forearm. Her touch felt like and electric jolt. She didn’t say anything after that, just smiled as she looked into my eyes, got in the truck, and left.

Several other farmers brought loads in during the day, and they were all finished with harvest. About 3 p.m. that afternoon, I saw the Hamilton’s truck pulling in. Out jumped Eileen. This time, I could clearly see that she had removed her bra. Her tee shirt, still wet with sweat, was nearly transparent. Here was a woman in her 40’s with a teen-aged son and a daughter just turned 20, yet her breasts were astonishingly firm and erect.

She smiled approvingly as I stared unashamedly.

“Last load, Dan,” she said.

“Great,” I replied. “I can close up just as soon as I get you load into the bins, then.”

“Is everyone else done for the year, too?” she asked.

“Yep, you’re the straggler,” I laughed.

“Well, after you’re done, why don’t you come on out to the house and join us for a beer down by the river? If you want, bring your swimming trunks and you can jump in and wash off the dust and dirt.”

“Hey, thanks,” I answered enthusiastically. “I should be there by about 4:30. Is that okay?”

“That’ll be just right. Now, let’s get unloaded so I can get out of here,” she said.

After unloading her truck, she started to get back in the cab, but before she did, she turned and said, “Now don?t be too long.” Then she looked at the tent in my crotch and said, “But… maybe you already are.” Then she laughed and left.

As soon as the grain was in the bin, I closed up the elevator, jumped in my car, and headed home to get into my swimsuit. Then I drove to the Hamilton farm. There was a note on the front door:

“Dan: Down by the river. Follow the path down from the back of the house.”

I followed the path for about a quarter mile and ended up at the river.

“Dan! Over here!” I recognized Eileen’s voice and saw her head in the grass near the river.

“Hi, Eileen. Where is everyone?” Eileen and I were the only ones there.

“I tried to call you at the elevator, but you had already left. Tom, Doug and Dori had a chance to go over and custom cut for the Lindley’s over in Lincoln County. They’ll finish up tonight and be back tomorrow.”

“Oh, well, I probably ought to get going then,” I said.

?Nonsense! Here, have a beer.”

She tossed a can of Coors to me. As I caught it, she stood up, and I saw that she was wearing only a brief two-piece swimsuit. Not exactly a mini-bikini, but it certainly did nothing to hide her very considerable womanly charms. She no longer had the figure of her 20 year old daughter, but her mature figure was definitely attractive. What really caught my eye was the amount of her body hair. Arms, pits, legs, and of course, peeping around the material covering her pubes. I couldn’t help but stare.

“Am I making you nervous?” she asked playfully.

“Well, a little,” I replied, my mouth getting a little drier. I took a gulp of the beer. My erection was once again raging beneath my pants.

“Well, then, take off your clothes and jump in the lake. I’ve already been in. The water’s great.”

“No, I don’t think I’d better do that just now,” I said honestly.

“Why? Because of your hard-on? Don?t be silly. Just do it.”

I felt her eyes riveted on me as I removed each article of clothing. Once I was down to the small swimsuit with the large bulge, her eyes roamed up and down my body.

“Am I doing that to you, Dan?” she asked with mocking innocense, all the while her eyes fixed on my crotch. The tip of my cock was trying very hard to peek out the top of the waistband.

“Afraid so,” I mumbled somewhat shyly.

“Nothing to be afraid of or ashamed of from what I can see,” she said appreciatively. “Jump in the river and wash off that harvest dirt, then come back up here and finish your beer. We?ll talk.”

It felt good to get in the water and get rid of the daily grime. The slight coolness of the water helped reduce my erection slightly. At least its tip was no longer peeking out over the top of the swim trunks! I got out of the water and walked back to where I had put the beer. Eileen was there waiting for me.

“Dan, I’m a little surprised that I was able to turn you on that way,” she said. “I mean, my body slot oyna is nowhere near as sexy as Dori’s, and I’m sure you have no trouble getting any girl you want. But I’m curious. What was it that got you so magnificently hard?”

I had to think about it for a while. She was right, after all. She didn’t have a bad figure. In fact, it was quite toned. And her face was attractive enough even though it was somewhat tanned and weathered from all the outdoor work on the farm. As I thought, my eyes drifted over her body, and I knew at once that it was her body hair. But I wasn’t quite sure how to tell her without being offensive.

“Eileen, if I tell you the truth, will you promise not to get mad at me?”

“I can?t imagine that you could say anything that would get me mad. After all, that monster erection is the supreme compliment.”

“Well…,” I paused, stammered, and finally spit it out. “It’s the hair on your body. You’ve got a great body, and with all that hair, it really turns me on.”

There, I?d come right out and said it.

She looked very surprised. “I’m glad,” she said. “Most men find body hair on a woman to be unattractive. But I work hard every day on the farm, and I don?t really have time to shave or remove it with ointments. Besides, during this time of the year when it’s so hot and sticky, if I shaved, the sensitive skin and sweat and dust would make me break out like I had the measles. Obviously I shower every day to keep clean, but it’s just impractical and frankly unnecessary to pay much attention to my legs and underarms. Why do you think it arouses you so much?” she asked in a way suggesting she knew the answer.

“I don?t know. Maybe it means I like strong, assertive women.”

“Or masculine women,” she added.

“I’m not gay,” I said very defensively.

She laughed out loud.

“No, I know you’re not. Believe me, I can tell just by looking at you, or at least at one part of you, that you?re not gay. What I meant was, maybe you think that women with body hair are sexually aggressive. So, Dan, have you ever fantasized about sex with a hairy woman??

“Oh…,” I trailed off without answering her directly.

“Dan, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. After all, different people are aroused by different things. Personally, I find it very sexually exciting when a man or a woman is aroused by my body hair. It gives me a feeling of sexual strength and power. So…would you like to feel my hair, Dan?” she asked with a hint of seduction in her voice. “Go ahead. See what it feels like.”

I put down the beer and walked over to her. She was sitting on the riverbank. I was a little nervous, okay, a lot nervous, so I ran my hand up and down her arm. After I’d done that a couple times, she said, “It’s coarser on my legs, Dan. Try there.”

I moved between her legs and began to stroke her calves with both my hands. The coarseness of her hair excited me and sent a shiver up my back. The goose bumps that followed caused my own thick body hair to seem to stand up. She noticed. I continued to move my hands up to her thighs as I sat astraddle her legs. She placed her hands on my own hairy legs and began to stroke them up and down. I was becoming so aroused that I involuntarily scooted my body closer to hers so that now I was straddling her thighs and facing her. She began to run her hands over my chest.

Now we were both breathing noticeably harder, both becoming highly aroused.

In a flash she reached around my back and pulled me down on top of her. She entangled her fingers in the thick hair on my head and pulled my lips to hers in a crushing kiss. I felt her tongue probing my mouth, and I exploded in youthful lust. We interlocked our hairy legs and began rubbing them together, feeling the hirsute abrasion and firing our sexual desires even more.

She was breathing very hard when we broke our kiss. I grabbed her wrists and held them above her head with one hand. Then I buried my face in one of her armpits. She cried out as I licked, then pulled on the hair with my tightened lips. Her body tensed with arousal, and I felt her grinding her mons against my still-covered cock.

With my free hand, I clasped the top of her two-piece swimsuit and pulled it free of her body. Her white breasts exploded free with taut, erect nipples, a few delicate strands of hair surrounding her areola begging for my tongue. My mouth became a blur of motion over her breasts.

“Oh, Dan,” she cried breathily, “Bite them. Pull on my tits. Mmmmm, easy, baby, yes, like that.”

She continued to excite me with her hairy legs, working them up and down over mine, then grinding her pussy against me. I continued to satiate myself on her breasts, but found myself being drawn back to her pits again. She was beginning to perspire very lightly, and the sensual smell and taste of her pits obliterated any restraint I might have shown. I licked up and down inside her dark, thick pits until their hair was matted with my own saliva. Then I licked feverishly inside her upper arms, into her pits, down canlı casino siteleri her upper ribs and back to her breasts. Her moans and whimpers revealed her pleasure at having a man excited by her sensual arms and pits.

My oral caresses gave her newfound strength, and she broke the grip I had on her wrists. She embedded her fingernails in my back and dragged them down, scratching me, until she reached my swim trunks. I felt her thumbs go into the waistband and try to pull them down, but because of the entanglement of our legs, she could not. With great difficulty I forced myself to sit upright, her hands still gripping the sides of my trunks.

I looked into her eyes and saw a forest fire of sexual lust taking in the hair on my chest. I slowly stood up, which allowed her to pull my trunks down and free my raging erection. It stood out, red, dark, long, and thick from my black pubic hair. It throbbed up and down as she looked at it hungrily.

Now standing over her, I stepped out of my own trunks and reached down toward the bottom of her bikini. I was entranced by the dark hair emerging from its sides and running downward inside her muscled thighs and upward toward her belly. I knelt again between her legs and ran my hands over her still-covered womanhood, feeling the sponginess of the hair beneath, fingertip caressing the hair along the sides and up her belly. I could see a line of wetness moistening the front of the suit, and I knew that she was wet with desire for me.

Still lying on her back, she tried in vain to reach for my cock, but it was too far away. She started to better position herself to reach it, but I moved slightly backward. Then, in one hurried motion, I reached down, seized the bottom of her swimsuit, and pulled it toward her ankles. At the same time I used the bottom to lift both her legs so that they rested on my shoulders as her suit bottom went flying. Her ankles were alongside my head now, forcing her to lie back. I held her legs on my shoulders as I began to run her hairy calves with my face. The feeling of her hairy legs against my face was pure ecstasy! I kissed and licked the dark hair on her calves and ran my hands over it. She could see the effect of that on my cock which had begin to throb faster.

I had to taste and feel all of her, so I kissed my way up her calves to her knees, then slowly, tantalizingly up the inside of her thighs.

She was laying back on the grass now, her head thrashing from side to side in wanton sexual arousal as my tongue kissed her lusciously hairy legs and worked its way toward her now-red and puffy out lips emerging from her dark bush. She pinched her nipples with her fingertips and screamed in lustful sounds but not words. She ran her own hands into her pits and began pulling on the hair with ferocity. Clearly the pleasurable pain of pulling her own pit hair excited her even more.

My kisses were now inside her thighs directly below her hairy bush, and I could smell her juices and feel their humid heat wafting from the dark pubes. I was already crazy with lust, as was she, and we could not have stopped even if we had wanted to. I wound my arms around the outside of her taut thighs and entangled my fingers in her mons hair. It was thick, wet, and crinkly. Her wetness glistened on its blackness in the afternoon sunlight, and I began to lick it ferociously. My own guttural sounds erupted from my mouth and vibrated against her outer lips as my mouth covered them. I began working my tongue through the hair guarding her opening, trying desperately to seek out the source of her wetness. Now her legs were locked behind my back, and she was moving them up and down over my rips as if they were stroking a giant cock. The hairy scratching on my body from her legs was indescribably sexual and sensual, and I felt as if I would pass out at any moment.

I focused on the beauty of her womanhood, and with my fingers I began to very lightly ease the hair and hood back from her clitoris. It eased its way out slowly, revealing itself to my tongue. Though my mouth was dry with desire, I used my tongue to capture some of her own pussy?s wetness on my tongue, then paint it over her clit. Her body began to heave and buck instantly, her legs tightened even more around my body, and she grabbed my head with her hands and pulled my face tighter into her hairy pussy. I was in heaven. We continued like that until finally we were both close to climaxing.

As Eileen felt her own orgasm building, she screamed out to me.

“Fuck me now, you hairy animal! Drive that thick hard cock into my hairy pussy and make me yours, you beast! Give it to me, you sonofabitch! Fuck me with that hairy cock! Bite my tits! Bury your face in my pits and bite me, you young horny stud! Drive those hairy hips into my pussy and make me cum!”

Over and over she cried out. Her cries inflamed my own desires. I pulled my face away from her pussy and slid my hairy chest slowly over her mons as my face drew closer to her chest. Again she screamed loudly as my chest hair assaulted her clit. Her legs squeezed even tighter now, and I felt as if I were in a vice. My lips pulled hard on her now-elongated and steel-hard nipples. A red flush crossed her white chest as I buried my face once again in her pits, now drenched with sweat.

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Ok, 40 y/o straight guy here, been divorced for almost 10 years and have gotten more pussy since my divorce than I ever did when I was married or before. Never had to go more than a few weeks between women. When I had to move to the Jersey Shore area for work about 4 years ago, things got even better.

Before all this virus crap started, I’d been at the same gym for a little over 2 years and had heard from a few of the guys I worked out with that there was occasionally some guy on guy action going on in the showers and locker room, but I never saw any of it myself.

I had to work late one Friday night and didn’t get home until after 11 and didn’t get my workout in. So, I got up early on Saturday and went to get a good cardio workout in… four miles on the treadmill, ten on the bike, and another two on the elliptical. By the time I was done, I was beat.

So, I figured I’d go relax in the sauna for a while before I went home. I stripped down to just my towel and headed into the sauna. I sat down on one of the lower benches, leaned back and closed my eyes. I’m not sure how long I was there, I might have dozed a bit, but two other guys came in and were chatting about their work out routines.

I gotta admit, I was a bit annoyed, I just wanted some peace and quiet casino oyna to relax. I looked up and then leaned back again and tried to relax while they continued their conversation. I was about to get up and leave when they stopped talking and things were quiet again except for the hissing of the steam. A few minutes went by and I opened my eyes to see if they were still in the sauna, thinking I might have dozed off again.

When I looked at them, they were sitting close, side-by-side, their towels off, stroking each other’s cocks!! I had never seen another guy’s hard cock before except in porn and here were two of them less than ten feet from me!!

I didn’t know what to do except watch. All of a sudden, my cock got rock hard!! I couldn’t help it and I couldn’t stop it!! My cock was throbbing and just about pushing its way out of my towel.

One of the guys noticed and smiled at me, he said “You’d probably be more comfortable if you just take your towel off, we don’t mind!” I tried to adjust my towel but just brushing my cock through the towel sent electric tingles through my body…

I kept trying to adjust and make my cock less obvious, but the more the towel rubbed, the harder I got. Finally, I said fuck it and just opened my towel and let my cock out. I’m slot oyna not huge, but all seven inches sprang straight up and I was already dripping pre-cum down my shaft. I was like WTF was going on!?!? I had never even considered looking at guys or gay porn before, and here I was turned on like never before!

They were both looking right at my cock and still stroking each other. The older of the two, a guy about my age, started talking to me about my cock, how he liked the size, he said he loved how thick and veiny it is, how he liked the way my hair was trimmed very short and my balls were shaved smooth… I was getting so turned on my cock was turning deep red and throbbing…

I couldn’t take it anymore, so I grabbed my rod and started slowly stroking. That released a huge flow of pre-cum, it dripped over my fingers and I rubbed it all over my head and shaft. They were stroking each other pretty fast by now and both watching me.

All of a sudden, the younger of the two, a blonde guy about in his late 20’s moaned and said he was gonna cum! He shot a big load as high as his chest and covered his stomach in cum! He used his towel to wipe up and I thought they were done.

But the guy who already blew his load got up, walked towards me and got on his knees canlı casino siteleri between my legs!! He looked up at me and asked if he could suck my cock!! The other guy said, “Let him, he’s a really good cocksucker!” I just nodded and he swallowed my rod!

He sucked me for a minute when the other guy got up, walked up behind the younger guy and slid his cock right in his ass!! Before that day I had never even seen another guy’s hard cock and here I was spit-roasting a guy in the sauna!

This went on for about five minutes and I could see the guy sucking me was hard again… Suddenly, he just started grunting and I watched him cum again all over the floor! He wasn’t even touching his cock, he just came from the dick in his ass!

The guy fucking him really started hammering that ass now. He was driving his buddy deeper on to my cock with every stroke, my balls were slapping against his chin.

I knew I wasn’t gonna last much longer and was about to say I was gonna cum, but the other guy just started grunting UH! UH! UH! UH! as he dumped his load in the guys ass. I instantly unloaded too! I didn’t know I could cum that much anymore!

When we were both done cumming, the guy in the middle just sat there on his knees smiling. I was spent and didn’t know what to do. The older guy said, “You can leave if you want, were gonna stay here and relax for a while.”

I think I said something like uh, thanks. I grabbed my towel, wrapped it around me and left. Never saw either of them in the gym again…

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Under Howard’s tutelage, Holly had become a recognized leader on the Ohio University campus. As the dean of the school of education she had changed the department from one mired in tradition and on the borderline between inadequacy and nonexistence to one known by every teaching professional in the United States and most of the world. She had became known on campus for her tireless efforts that transformed a department barely on the radar screen for future teaching professional to one that had doubled in size over three years and currently had students from thirteen foreign countries. More foreign countries were represented in her school than any other school within the university.

She had become a prominent and much sought after orator which had allowed her to travel extensively over the summer breaks to the larger universities, to the gigantic cities and metropolises around the globe. Her circular career path had lead her from being a student at OU to various teaching assignments at both the high school and college level and then finally back to OU as the dean of the school of education. She often remembered her student experiences at OU.

Those experiences included being a cheerleader for the OU bobcats and Holly would always remember the excitement and pride she had felt while cheering for various teams on campus. Other experiences included her day of dreams. That experience had changed her life forever and had led her to the presidency of the Sigma Kappa sorority. The presidency had given her the knowledge that had allowed her to become a world traveler, but there had been less cheerful experiences as well such as the Sigma Kappa calendar that had led to twelve days of pleasure and pain for her. The calendar was very much in her mind tonight.

She was in Austin at the University of Texas where she was scheduled to give the key note address at the National Education Association’s annual conference. As was her normal routine, she had flown into university the day before her speech and had spent the night at the student union. She had arrived in the early afternoon and had taken a short nap. As she had slept her subconscious mind had returned to her time at Sigma Kappa.

Holly had gladly accepted the invitation into Sigma Kappa that Barbara Welch, her friend, mentor and head cheerleader, had extended her. Barbara had transferred from OU to the larger Ohio State University and had highly recommend Holly as a replacement for her to the sisterhood of Sigma Kappa Holly had finished the sisterhoods initiation ritual but had been unaware that her ‘Day of dreams’ test had guaranteed her the presidency of Sigma Kappa for as long as she remained at Ohio University. She had reluctantly donned the mantel of the presidency. Holly still remembered the words Barbara said as she placed the sororities golden Tiara on Holly’s head.

“Wear this with pride and always bring dignity to the sorority.” She had said with a smile as the sisters watched and snickered at her words. Holly should have been able to guess from those laughs what the next three years would bring.

As president of the sorority Holly had had many responsibilities, one of which had been acting as the sorority’s representative to the university’s’ inter fraternity council. This assembly had and still does govern the activities of both fraternities and sororities on the OU campus. The council was very active in charitable activities and had insisted on every member organization being equally active in these activities.

While each sorority had had equal representation on the council, some had been more equal than others. Delta Gamma qualified as one of those sororities that had been more equal than others. More importantly, Cathy Cunningham had been the president of Delta Gamma and had become the cheerleader captain when Barbara resigned do to her transfer. Holly had despised Cathy much more than she had admired Barbara.

Holly’s conscious mind had shuddered at the thought of Cathy and had forced Holly to awaken. She had slipped out of bed and watched the local newscast on television until boredom had overtaken her. She had reached for and read the hotels literature. The normal safety warnings and advice were in the booklet with room and guest services.

The hotels pool was highly advertised in the hotels literature and Holly had decided a swim would be a nice break before super. She had quickly undressed and had momentarily paused in front of the mirror. Her lean and taunt 5’7″ frame topped by shoulder length red hair had stared back at her. She had slipped into her tiger stripped bikini and exited the room.

She had entered the crowded elevator and had smiled to herself as she had watched strangers pretending not to notice her tanned legs that had protruded from beneath the hotel towel. The last person had left the elevator one floor before the pool level. After the door had closed, Holly had started laughing as she thought about what the stranger would have done if she had pushed the stop button and turned around and kissed him passionately casino oyna on the lips as her hands had played with trousers.

Holly had continued laughing until she had reached the roof top terraced pool. The brochure hadn’t lied, she had thought to herself as the doors opened and she had been able to admire the view. She had intentionally swayed her hips as she had removed the towel as she had approached the vacant pool

The orange fired sunset had outlined her athletic frame as she had dived into the deep blue water. Her lithe body had barely disturbed the surface of the still water. She had been alone and had swum for a short time before stretching out on a lounge chair. The water soaked bra of her bikini had barely covered her heaving 36B breast as her eyes had closed and she drifted off to sleep.

Holly’s mind had wondered back to OU as she had slept. She had finished second best to Cathy for cheerlead captain. Sigma Kappa had always been rated second best to Delta Gamma or so it seemed. Delta Gama’s charitable activities had always made more money than Sigma Kappa. Delta Gamma’s grade point average had always been slightly higher than Sigma Kappa. Holly had intended to change that second place rating. Cathy had been Holly’s nemesis and Holly and sworn to beat her at one thing before she left OU and that one thing would be the charitable event.

The idea for the calendar had entered Holly’s mind as she had passed the campus bookstore on the way to a council meeting about yearend charitable activities. January had been fast approaching and there were numerous calendars displayed in the establishment’s windows. She had been drawn into the store and had spent an hour flipping through calendars that ranged from pictures of antique cars to paintings by Michelangelo. The faces of her fellow sisters in the sorority had passed thru her mind as she had flipped through the pages of the calendars and a plan had started forming in her mind as she raced from the store. She had known how she would finally defeat Cathy.

Holly had been smiling uncontrollably as she entered the conference room in Baker center where the council always held their meetings. After the council had assembled, she had proudly announced Sigma Kappa’s intention of producing a calendar that would guarantee the sorority’s donations would eclipse Delta Gamma. She had boastfully bet Cathy in front of the entire gathering that she would win the donation completion for the year.

Cathy had gladly accepted the challenge with the caveat that the loser would be forced to perform any activity the winner chose. Cathy had accepted the bet knowing she could not lose for Cathy also knew one thing the Holly did not know. Delta Gamma had a spy living in Sigma Kappa.

Holly had barely listened as the remainder of the members had announced their more mundane plans which ranged from cake walks to recipe books. Instead of listening she had spent the time trying to determine how she would get the sisterhood to agree to what she had in her mind. She needn’t have been concerned; her plans were docile compared to other Sigma Kappa events that would happen during her tenure as president.

Holly had returned late that night to sorority row. As she had entered the house, she had considered postponing the announcement of the calendar until the morning but she had been unable to contain here enthusiasm and had awakened her other sisters.

Holly had watched as all 82 of the sisters had gathered around the great room in various states of dress or undress as the case may have been. Once they were assembled Holly had begun the speech she had been practicing since she had revealed her plans for the charitable calendar at the council meeting.

“We can keep on doing our regular car wash and bake sale.” Holly had said. “In which case we will probably finish last as usual, or we can branch out and be more creative more daring. Wouldn’t it be nice to finally defeat Delta Gamma?” She had asked.

“What do you have in mind?” the triplets, Judy, Jody and Sandy had queried in unison.

“Look around us.” Holly had said. “We have high school prom queens and cheerleaders.” She had said pointing at Dana, Jennifer, Gretchen, Jena and Pam. “We have potential models.” She had said pointing at Tricia, Vicki, Gayla, and Kittora. “Not counting the rest of the beauty that is in this room.” She had said as she had gestured to the throng.

“We have poets, pilots, teachers, and doctors. We have people from all the schools that make up this wonderful university. I dare anyone in this room to question why we shouldn’t make a calendar of the women of Sigma Kappa — Beta Upsilon at OU.” She had said using her best cheerleading voice and the room had exploded with clapping and cheering.

“Do we agree?” she had asked and the crowd once more had shouted their consent. “Tomorrow we will vote on who will be in the calendar. Tonight please place your name on the clipboard and what outfit or pose you suggest if you want to be in the calendar.” Holly had said as each slot oyna member filed past her on their way back to their rooms.

There had been fifteen suggestions ranging from plain vanilla pictures to the extremely exotic and erotic. They had been voted on the next day and the top twelve had been chosen and the results announced to the group. Holly might have wished more vanilla posses had been chosen if she had been able to foreseen the future.

Holly had been awakened at the present day pool by the sound of the custodian moving chairs around.

“Sorry ma’am but it’s time for me to close the pool” He had said as his eyes stared at her breast. Her nipples which had been hardened by the cool night air were clearly visible through the thin damp material of her bikini.

She had returned his stare before her eyes had traveled down his lanky frame to a spot just below his belt. How long had he been staring she had wondered as she noticed the bulge in his pants. She hadn’t bothered wrapping the towel around herself as she got up from the chair and sauntered back to her room.

Once safely in her room with the door locked she had found her special bag and then freed her body from her swimsuit. As she was opening the bag she remembered her embarrassment when airport security had once opened that bag in public and various vibrators, dildos and lotions had spilled from the bag. She had always checked her special bag at the airport from that day forward.

Lying on the hotel bed she had closed her eyes as her fingers began massaging her breast with a finger vibrator. Her nipples slowly responded to her touch as her mind once more drifted back to the calendar.

The twelve women who had won the voting came from twelve different schools within the university and had represented a multitude of cultures:

Pam had been the red headed, hazel eyed Amazon from the school of Nursing.

Jennifer had been the raven headed basketball star from the school of political science.

Judy, Jody and Sandy had been the golden haired blue eyed triplets from the school of philosophy.

Gayla had been the gorgeous ebony skinned beauty from the school of African American Studies.

Gretchen had been the outspoken blonde from the school of economics.

Gena had been the Native American from the school of dance.

Kittora had been blue eyed blonde from the school of music.

Vicki had been the dark haired Spaniard from the school of geography.

Kim had been dark haired French woman from the school of Leadership and Public Affairs.

Dana had been the blonde from the school of history.

Tricia had been the brunette from the school aviation and of course, Holly from the School of Education.

The women had gathered in the great room of the sorority to discuss how the calendar would be produced. Only three months had remained in the year and all had agreed the photo shoots should start immediately. Fortunately the house had a member from the school of visual arts majoring in commercial photography.

One of Holly’s hands had continued to play with her nipples as she lay on the hotel bed remembering the calendar. The other hand had slowly applied nipple clamps. Shots of pain and excitement had immediately traveled though out her body as the clamps vibrated against her breast and tugged on her enraged nipples. Her hands had traveled past her belly button; one finger had slid into her pussy as she remembered the photo shoots.

The photo shoots had started late that night on the west green in Grover Center. Holly remembered passing by the columns of the Georgian style brick building before climbing the circular staircase that surrounded the atrium. Pam the willing model and Cindy the photographer had smiled as they had thought about what would happen at the old arena that night.

They had passed by several classrooms before arriving at their predetermined lab. As always the doors had been unlocked and the women had quickly covered the windows with cloth to keep any intruders from seeing the photographic lights and flashes that would be used tonight. Outside the remaining women of Sigma Kappa were wandering the block. Just as Paul Revere had warned of the British invasion so had the sisterhood been ready to delay any unwanted intrusion that night.

Cindy had started taking pictures as Pam had slowly begun a striptease to the sounds of unheard music. Holly had marveled as the 6′ 2″ Pam had slipped out of her clothing and revealed her taunt stomach and slender legs leaving only her pussy encased in a pair of red thongs and her 38D breast encased by a matching lace bra.

Holly had watched as Pam had used her soft arms to remove her bra and panties. Both Holly and Pam had been surprised as Cindy pulled a spray bottle and a canister filled with glitter out of her camera bag. She had quickly used the spray bottle to cover Pam’s body in a shimmering coat of oil. Then she had scattered the glitter over Pam’s flaming red hair and body. The glitter had twinkled under the canlı casino siteleri intense lighting.

Cindy had then reached into a smaller bag she had brought along and pulled ice cubes out. These she had quickly applied to Pam’s nipples making them hard and erect. Holly remembered Pam groaning slightly as Cindy had massaged her breast with the cubes.

Pam had grabbed a short lab coat and hung it around her shoulders as Cindy had moved a microscope in front of her. Water and oil had fallen from Pam’s erect nipples as her exposed breast had dangled downward as she bent forward to stare at the view glass. The lab coat had barely covered her rounded ass while she was standing and had ridden upwards as she had bent forward to reveal her glistening pussy.

In the short time she had been president, Holly had come to know her sisters very well. She knew there likes and dislikes as well as their role models. As Holly watched Pam bending over the microscope, she had wondered what Elizabeth Blackwell, Pam’s role model and first women MD in the US would have thought.

That’s the calendar photo Holly had thought just before Cindy had called it a wrap. The women had quickly brought the room back to its pre photo condition and had quickly left the building to continue their adventures. Had Holly known she would soon be back in this building taking the same pose as Pam, she might have chosen a different picture.

The entourage had quickly proceeded to Glidden Hall and the School of music. They had passed by the bike racks and had entered the brick and concrete structure through a side door. As with Glover Center the sisterhood had camped outside keeping watch for any unwanted intruders.

Cindy, Kittora and Holly had passed by the classrooms and administrative offices before finally arriving at the auditorium which was deep inside the hall. The women had started the photograph session immediately since no time needed to be wasted covering their antics.

Just like Pam, Kittora had stripped down to her panties and bra. Her nipples and pubic hair had been clearly visible through the mesh material. This time instead of oil and ice, Cindy had poured cold water over Kittora soaking her blonde hair and further exposing her hard nipples and pussy.

Kittora’ ass and dripping pussy lips had been clearly visible through the exposed mesh material of her panties as she had bent over and pulled her piccolo oboe from its protective case. Cindy’s’ camera had caught every movement. Music and flashbulbs had filled the air as Kittora sat and played. Her luscious lips and mouth consuming the instruments tube as her beast heaved from the exertion and excitement. Her steel blue eyes had stared at unseen sheets of music and Holly had stared at her.

While not a lesbian, Holly couldn’t have helped but be aroused as she had thought of the number thick hard cocks that would enjoy receiving the same treatment the piccolo had been receiving. She had also wonder what the legendary conductor Mary Lum would have thought about an audience gazing at the semi nude Kittora while Mary was conducting the orchestra. Had Holly known this vision would soon come true, she might have chosen a more mundane subject

The three had quickly finished the session and had excited the building. There had been time left for one more sitting that night and the troop had headed to Putnam Hall and the school of dance.

As before the sisterhood guarded the entrance. The high arched windows above the doors were the only witness as the women entered and made their way to the third floor. Cindy and Holly drew the window blinds as Gena prepared for her erotic dance.

As Holly had turned from the window she had noticed Gena spinning and jumping across the floor in a tiger striped leotard. She had been dancing to unheard music her body contorting into various positions that only a yoga master could achieve. They had been no need for Cindy to play any tricks with water or oil. Gena had already been covered in sweat from her exertion.

Gena had strategically cut slits in her outfit and her 36C breast became more and more evident with each jump turn and pirouette. Her shinning dark black hair spun around her shoulders while she had danced like the lariat in an experience cowboys hands. Cindy’s’ had use her camera to capture the increasingly nude images of Gena.

Holly had gasped as more and more of Gena’s outfit and fallen from her body with each jump and turn. With one last spin and a cartwheel across the floor, her costume had flown from her body landing on the floor in a sweaty heap. Gena had spun to the floor. Sweat had shimmered on her dark Native American skin as she had lain on her side. One hand had held a leg up high giving a clear few to her womanhood. Her penetrating eyes had gazed into the camera lens as her smile had seemed to guarantee enjoyment for any who glimpsed this amazing figure.

The excitement of the night had overtaken Holly and she had almost cum as Gena finished her dance. She had wondered what Walt Disney would have thought if they knew Pocahontas was Genas’ role model. Then she had smiled at the legend of Pocahontas turning naked cartwheels with the boys while running through the forts marketplace. She had done her ancestor proud Holly had thought.

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Thanks to everyone who read my first story. I decided to get this started in chapters as a way to keep the ball rolling.

Tom

I read a lot. It’s not what people expect when they first meet me, but I can’t totally control first impressions, so I gave up trying a long time ago. For a bookworm, I’m kind of big and rough looking: tallish and a little burly. I exercise enough to keep in shape and relieve stress and I even play on an Ultimate Frisbee team to try to stay social. But mostly I read.

When I’m bored, I read adventure. When I’m sad I read comedies. When I’m feeling lonely, I’ll even read love stories. Most of the time though, I read fantasies: magic, wizards, epic love, power struggles, archetypes of good and evil.. All the stories are huge, elaborate imaginary tales of great quests or generations-long battles for principles greater than one person. In the stories I really enjoy, characters are willing to give their lives, sacrifice their needs for the good of something bigger than themselves. There’s love, romance, maybe a little sex, and everyone is gorgeous and the right people always fall in love. With all that, why bother with reality.

I can totally relate to people who get hooked on video games and movies. Often fantasy is much more compelling than real life. Who wouldn’t rather be a strong knight questing for ultimate truth rather than a forty-hour-a-week guy who scrapes to pay his student loans. A battled-hardened hero struggling to free the weak and oppressed is so much more rewarding and exciting than remembering to take out the garbage and call your Mom on Sunday nights. While video works for some people, I like to read my fantasies. And I seem to read almost all the time.

Still, I’m a pretty normal guy. I work, exercise, hang-out with friends. But when I’m not doing those things, I dive into a world of my choice.

Lately, I think I must be a more than just lonely, because my fantasies of choice have been a little more graphic in nature. When I get like this, instead of looking at porn, like I imagine most men do, I read of course. There are raunchy porn stories about anonymous partners in risky places, loving romances with life-long partners, fraught angst-ridden pieces about guys who think they might be gay but aren’t quite sure until they find the right guy. But it’s all a fantasy, and I greedily consume it all, depending on my mood.

These stories have some things in common: all the guys are good-looking; one of them is usually mostly hairless, except for a perfect treasure trail leading down to his above-average sized cock. It nearly makes me laugh that everyone has a huge dick. If everyone’s package is so huge, then that means that average is huge, right? But that’s the fantasy part: just suspend my disbelief, and all the boys are gorgeous and available-at least in print. And each man can come at least twice, if not three times night. A man can come without even touching his dick, if his lover is good. And his lover is always that good. Cum shoots off at the same force as a geyser, spraying everything in a three mile radius. And in porn, everyone can find their prostate and everyone swallows.

If I think about it too much, it just makes me laugh, but since thinking is the last thing I want to do when I’m reading, I usually love it all.

After a week of sitting in my cubicle I like to reward myself with a trip to the library or bookstore. Like an casino oyna addict visiting his dealer, I need to load up to get my fix all week. Since I had just gotten paid, I decided that this week I would head to the bookstore. A book I’d been waiting for was just released. A new book, a quiet chair, a yummy coffee drink and maybe some surreptitious scoping of good-looking eye candy would suit me just fine.

This week, the trip to the bookstore was turning into a total bust. With the parking lot crowded and the rain coming down, I was forced to park so far from the door that I was soaked by the time I finally pulled open the door and walked inside. The place was packed with folks who obviously had the same idea as I had, except that these people were all the middle aged Moms getting away from their families on Mommy’s Night Out, or something. I’d been hoping for some intellectual hottie to gaze at and all I got was women who reminded me of my Mom. Add to that, my book wasn’t on the shelf. Not on the regular fiction shelf, not in Sci Fi, and not in fantasy. I wandered around new releases and finally realized that it just wasn’t there. This wasn’t turning out the way I had expected at all.

At least the coffee was tasty.

I sipped my drink for a while and finally decided I would ask someone for help. This is not a thing I do lightly, since it usually just ends up with me being even more frustrated than I was before. Most customer service workers aren’t any smarter than I am. I mean, a company doesn’t look at its most prized employee and decide ‘Hmm, I think you would serve us best by helping idiots who can’t see what’s in front of them.’ So when some high school student just looks on the same shelf where I just looked and tells me they don’t have what I’m looking for, I sometimes have a hard time not ripping their puny head off.

My attitude toward CS workers isn’t something new. In general, I don’t like talking to strangers and I avoid it whenever I can. Those self-serve check-out lanes at the grocery store are the best invention since voice-mail. The only problem is when you have to weigh stuff and you don’t know the number. The last thing I want to do is go over and ask someone for help with a price code. So I fixed that by peeling the stickers off the fruit and putting them on my list next to item. Apple, apple sticker: easy solution to aggravating social communication.

The fact that I was ready for what was inevitably going to be a frustrating and pointless exercise just shows how desperate I was for this book. What a total nerd! Anyway, I walk over to the little desk where the book store plants its best and brightest and wait my turn. Behind the desk is a blond guy who looks a little too tall and a little too thin to be called good-looking. He’s helping a Mom find the newest Oprah pick. I hope my sardonic snort isn’t too loud. Tall-and-thin walks over to a table not twenty feet away and hands her the book in a friendly way. How can he be so nice, I wonder? It’s a good thing I work with computers, where no one expects me have manners.

He’s back and it’s finally my turn to either be disappointed or to feel like an idiot, but before I can even get out a word, I’m interrupted. Up stalks a vision of intellectual geek, just like I’d been hoping to study. Medium height with lightly curling hair, his glasses have that cute-nerdy look to them and I’m afraid my mouth might be hanging open, drool slot oyna spilling out. That reaction didn’t last long, because then he opened his mouth.

“Hey Gabe, I heard you got stuck with CS tonight.” He leaned on the other side of the counter and, I swear, batted his eyes at the guy who must be Gabe. Obvious much?

“Hi Rob. Yeah, but I don’t mind it. The people are pretty nice and when it’s slow, I can read. Better than unpacking boxes.” Gabe shrugged and brushed off Snot-Nose’s comment.

“Well, I brought you a white chocolate frappe-thing, as sustenance. Hang in there.” The nerd smiled and flounced away.

Gabe took a long slurp of the frappe and sighed in content as he turned to me. I’ll admit that while he was sucking on that straw, I was starting to get a few impure thoughts. And there was at least a possibility that the guy was gay. Since the snot-nosed nerd had opened his mouth and ruined my fantasy, I thought I might see if I could crush on this guy for a few minutes.

“How can I help you?”

I explained myself and waited while the man punched his computer for a few minutes.

“Well, that book is due to be released on the third of this month.” Gabe still looked at the screen and talked to me at the same time.

“Yeah, I know.” In my head I was thinking, ‘Tell me something I don’t know.’ “That’s why I came in tonight. I didn’t think you’d be sold out of them already; the author’s not really that popular.”

Gabe turned and fixed me with amber colored eyes. Amber, not just light brown. I thought I might pass out, his eyes were so gorgeous. The mystery of the flirting nerd was instantly solved. He spoke, and I had to focus to hear his words. “We have plenty of copies, but they won’t go on sale until tomorrow. Today’s only the second.” He looked a little apologetic.

“Oh.” Who’s the dumbass now? Not only do I screw up the date, but I do it in front of the cute CS guy. Since when had I decided that he was cute? God, this was utter hubris. My Karma must have totally sucked if I couldn’t even read the calendar. With the way my luck was going at this instant, Gabe wouldn’t even be gay.

“If you’d like,” he said in a kind voice. “I could hold a copy for you to pick up another time?”

Now I was too embarrassed and I just wanted to get away. “No, that’s okay. Sorry for wasting your time,” I managed to stammer before walking away. This so served me right for thinking I was smarter than other people. I guess I’m just smarter than most people, but not that night.

To assuage my hurt pride I wandered around until I found another book. It wasn’t the one I really wanted, but it was filled good characters a few interesting plots devices. And I was just sure that no one in the book has difficulty using a calendar. I took the book and went over to the café. Once I sat down with the book and my coffee, I was soon launched into my own little world and I started to relax.

After a while, maybe eighty pages or so, someone blocked my light and didn’t move. I glanced up, a little distracted to be back in the real world. It was the CS guy, Gabe.

“Hey, I tried clearing my throat a few times, but you seemed pretty involved in your book and didn’t look up. Mind if I sit down for a minute?” Gabe said all this while he looked at me with those lion eyes.

“Yeah, sure.” I was barely articulate, but I at least pulled out a chair for him. “I’m Tom. Are you on break?” canlı casino siteleri What was he doing, sitting down by me?

“Yup. You seemed really disappointed when you left the Info Desk and I felt kind of badly for you. I mean, it’s really easy to mess up the date and get confused about that stuff. It happens all the time.”

Gabe spoke so softly, that I found I had to lean in a little just to hear him. This made me feel close to him, almost like we knew each other, and a warm feeling crept over me.

“It’s really okay. I had a hard week at work and I think it messed with my brain. I’ll just come back some other time and get it.” I noticed that I was speaking softly too. I had the urge to touch Gabe’s hand to set his mind at rest. I wanted to reassure him that I was fine, that he shouldn’t worry about me.

It was then that I noticed Gabe’s large hand was on the table and a book was under it. His hand was large enough to nearly cover the book, obscuring the front. “Well,” he said. “I thought I could maybe make it up to you.” He moved his hand and revealed the book I had been asking for.

“Wow.” I gasped a little in surprise. “I never thought you might have connections. I must have looked pretty crushed for you to take pity in me.” I looked up at him and smiled.

“Kind of like I kicked your dog,” he laughed and put us both at ease. “I brought the hold form for you to fill out. If you come back tomorrow, you can take it home tonight. I’ll be in from 10 until 4 and I can ‘sell’ it to you then.”

I looked at him askance. “If I report you to management, do I get a reward?” He laughed again. “You’re really just a reprobate, aren’t you?”

“Guilty as charged,” he smiled and said. “I’m just a petty criminal looking for the little score.”

It was my turn to smile. I filled out the form and slid it covertly across the table, leaned back and gave him a conspiratorial wink. “Happy to do my part, Gabe. Can I ask why I can’t just buy the book now, since it’s here?”

Gabe shrugged. “The codes for new releases don’t get downloaded until midnight. That helps prevent us from selling anything ahead of the date. I don’t think anyone really used to care, but when the whole Harry Potter craze hit, this just became the procedure, I guess. It helps keep unscrupulous guys like me in line.”

“It was a pleasure doing business,” I said. I reached my hand across the table to shake with Gabe. His handshake was firm and his fingers were longer and slimmer than mine.

Gabe made to get up. “It was nice meeting you, Tom. See you tomorrow.”

After that welcome interruption, I tried to get back to my book, but I kept being distracted by thoughts of Gabe and our short conversation. Was he gay? Possibly. Did he flirt with me? No, but he was friendly. Have I ever seen eyes that beautiful before? Definitely not.

I read a few pages of the story I had already started then my imagination got to work again. In gay romance, the couple always feels some frisson of sexual excitement or pending attachment when they first touch. I was sure that hadn’t happened. Of course, I wouldn’t mind it if it had, but it hadn’t. We had shared a normal handshake, no frisson. In truth, the whole frisson-thing always makes me laugh. The only time I ever read the word was in those sexual-romantic stories and I always imagined it would feel like being hit with a mild taser – not exactly pleasant.

Coffee done and the book at a slow point, I chucked my white paper cup and headed out into the now drizzling weather and started for home. Now I had two books and eye candy to think about. The trip to the bookstore had turned out better than I had hoped.

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Jessie sat there in my foyer like she’d stepped straight out of one of my fantasies.

Her long, slender legs were encased in a pair of tan pantyhose that dipped into those familiar black-heeled leather boots I’d gotten to know so well back in the woods. A black miniskirt just barely hid the panties she was wearing beneath the hose, and her outfit was topped with a sleeveless shirt that may have started off white but, with the weather and the heavy coat, was no translucent with her sweat.

I didn’t need to ask to know Jessie had been doing quite a bit of walking since we’d first run into one another. My mouth was practically watering at the thought of whatever this glistening goddess had in store for me tonight.

“Like what you see?” She asked with a smirk, and my brain could barely figure out what, if anything, to say or do. My eyes were straining just trying to decide where they should look, and the scent of her sweaty body and feet was already rushing through my nose. Rank as it may have seemed to others, to me it was incredible. “Thought so,” Jessie said, my lack of response all she needed to hear. “I made sure not to shower since we last saw each other, and worked out quite a bit yesterday, just for you.”

That explained her shirt as well as the strong scent she was giving off, but I didn’t care. In fact, the idea that she’d done all that for me actually made me smile. Jessie knew what got me off, and she was going to use it against me as much as she could.

Beckoning me with one of her black-painted fingernails, Jessie motioned for me to come closer. I almost melted into the floor, bowing my head and crawling the last few inches over to her so that I quickly found myself face-to-face with her boots once more.

“Give them a kiss Petey. I’ve been wearing them everywhere since our little rendezvous in the woods. They could use a little love, don’t you think?”

The smell of her feet trapped within the confines of those boots was stronger now, practically leaking through the cracks in the worn-out leather. My brain- rattled as it had been after the past few days events, couldn’t help but equate the two together. Jessie’s feet and her boots were one- they both contained that which I loved most, her foot scent, and if showing affection to one would allow me the experience the other, what else could I do?

I pursed my lips and kissed every inch of the toe of her boots like a lover who hadn’t seen his beloved in ages and can’t help but shower them with affection. The taste of the well-worn leather and the smell of her stinky, sweaty feet washed over me, and my cock strained against my pants. I didn’t need to touch it- just like in the forest, Jessie was in control of everything. All I could do was go along for the ride.

After a few minutes of caressing her boots, Jessie gently pushed my head away with her right boot, then held it and its twin in front of my face. Slowly, she swung them side-to-side like a metronome, and my eyes followed them, unable to look away from the things which held the object of my desire within them.

Jessie giggled at my actions and just that- the knowledge that she was enjoying both the power she now held over me, as well as my abject submission to her, added further fuel to the fire that was my growing erection.

“You really are a dirty foot boy, aren’t you Petey? You just can’t help yourself from watching my boots or smelling me feet or jacking off to my stinky socks, can you? Such a poor addicted little foot slave for me.” Her tone was condescending, but her words were true. Just hearing her say that all out loud- especially referring to me as a foot slave, was more than I could take.

She stopped moving her boots and brought them to the floor with a loud bang, the sound of which broke me from the near-trance she’d put me in. “I watched you leave the woods you know. I waited until you’d walked away from where I left you and followed you… You have no idea how happy I was you didn’t try to hide the mess you made in your pants. You were so red-faced and embarrassed, it was adorable.”

My face went red once again just listening to her. I’d had a feeling Jessie had kept an eye on me, but now knowing I was right simply confirmed how strong the hold she had on me was. I didn’t care that she’d made me cum in my pants in the woods nor made me walk back to my car with the stains there for all to see, or even that she’d kept an eye on me to make sure I did so. Honestly, I didn’t care about anything right now except her feet.

The scent continued to waft out from her boots as well as from the rest of her, her sweat-drenched body more then I could bear. My cock was begging to explode then and there, but I forced myself to stop. I hadn’t even had the chance to see her feet again, no way would I blow my chance- or my load- so soon.

Jessie seemed to sense this- or had simply noticed my growing erection poking at the front of my pants, the drops of precum it was already dribbling staining my casino oyna crotch. “Now now Petey, I said I’d give you a treat. Not that I’d let you cum again. Well, not right away at least.”

She winked and rose from the chair, motioning for me to join her. I begrudgingly did, knowing that leaving the floor meant leaving the spot where her foot smell was the strongest. However, I knew she was far from finished with me, and to see what she had in store I had no choice but to follow her lead.

Without a word, she enveloped me in a hug, and suddenly I was overcome with the sensation of her sweat-covered body against mine. The feeling of the warm, slightly damp shirt, as well as the smooth, glistening skin beneath it, sent shocks through my body. I wanted to stay in that moment forever, just feeling Jessie’s slick skin and breathing in her scent.

Alas, she had other plans for us.

Letting me go, Jessie pointed to my front door. “I picked up some things on my way here for dinner. Be a dear and get them from my car so I can start cooking… After we eat, we can have a little more fun.”

I looked at the door for a moment, then down at the rather large erection I was still sporting, as well as the precum stains making themselves known through the faded grey fabric of my pants. Though her car wasn’t that far from my door, I somehow thought back to my long walk from the forest to my car and realized yet again Jessie was waiting to see if I’d do as she’d asked.

Much as a part of me didn’t want to- given it was the time of night when families were out and about for after-dinner walks and the like, the promise of more ‘fun’ was enough to push away any and all worry from my mind. Quickly as I could I flung open the door and made for her car.

Opening the trunk, I picked up the bags Jessie had left inside, then shut it and tried to get back to the house before anyone saw me. From the look of things, none of my neighbors did, but Jessie did. She watched me from the doorway with a wicked smile painted over her lips. I could tell she was enjoying every second of my predicament, and honestly?

So was I.

———

Jessie threw together a rather delicious pasta dish for dinner, and though it was probably one of the best meals I’d had in quite some time- not being much of a cook myself, food was the furthest thing from my mind at that moment.

As she cooked, Jessie kept her boots on, denying me even the slightest glimpse of her stocking-clad feet. She knew I was staring and every once in awhile turned and wagged her finger at me, driving me crazy every time. I could practically hear the swishing of sweat inside her boots as he walked around the kitchen, and wished she would let me take care of that for her, but no dice.

Once we sat down to eat however, things got worse. Or better, depending on your point of view.

We made small talk- something we’d more or less foregone when we’d first run into one another in the woods. Jessie told me about her job, manager at an IT company she’d been hired by soon after graduating from University. I explained I did freelance writing for various companies around town, which suited me fine as it meant my schedule was pretty fluid and I was never stuck in one place for very long.

While we chatted and ate though, Jessie’s boot-covered feet made sure to remind me they were there. More than once I felt the soft leather push up my pant leg and rub against my skin, or noticed one stretch out and plant itself in between my legs, trapping my cock in the gap next to her heel.

Every time I half-coughed half choked on my food, Jessie smirked and giggled at my predicament. “Aww, is little Petey hard for my feet? I wish there was something I could do about that, but I guess he’ll just have to wait.” Then she blew me a kiss across the table, and all I could do was squirm in my seat.

When the meal ended, Jessie insisted I wash up, and while I would have done so anyways- it being my house, after all, I did as she asked simply to be sure I did nothing that might prevent me from seeing her feet again. Jessie could have asked me to jump through a ring of fire on a bicycle at this point, and I’d have done so.

She had me wrapped around her finger. Or toe, as the case may be.

I washed and dried every dish Jessie had used in her preparation as well as what we’d used to eat, nearly dropping one in my haste to be done with the task. Jessie watched me from the doorway smiling, and when I was finished she silently beckoned me to follow her.

We reached my bedroom, and Jessie plopped down on the edge of my bed and smirked at me. “Is this where you played with yourself, Petey? Did you lay right here on your bed with my stinky socks on your face and jerk your cock smelling them for me?”

Jessie’s taunting tone continued to send shivers down my spine. She had dirty talk down to a science, and I knew there was nothing I could do about it. There was no point in lying to her. “Yes, Jessie… slot oyna I jerked off there twice, and came for you twice in my dreams.”

Her smile grew at that last part, and she let out a chuckle. “Aww, dreaming of me too? That’s so sweet. You really do have my stinky feet on the brain don’t you?”

She didn’t wait for me to respond, knowing it was the truth. Instead, Jessie said something I hadn’t expected. “Well, let’s get to it then. Take off your clothes.”

For a half-second, I was taken aback. Playing with her feet and cumming in my pants had been one thing, but actually stripping naked in front of Jessie seemed extreme. I couldn’t explain why- maybe some lingering memories from the past in which the very idea of being naked around her never would have crossed my mind, but I was somehow more embarrassed at that thought than nearly anything else I’d experienced since she and I had crossed paths. And yet.

And yet I knew if I didn’t do what she said, then her feet would be gone and I’d never be able to experience them again. I couldn’t allow that to happen, not after everything else. With a sigh of pure resignation, I slipped off my shirt, then my pants, and lastly, my boxers.

Jessie looked me over, contemplating my naked for standing there in front of her. I couldn’t read her reaction, refraining from looking at her face as I was out of sheer embarrassment. She smirked at my cock though, my erection returning to the state it had been in after she’d arrived.

“So hard for me already, and yet so patient, waiting for my feet to work their magic on you.” Jessie poked at my erection with one of her boots, and I groaned from the brief contact. “You can see them Petey, but you have to promise that whatever I do, you won’t cum until I say so. Can you do that for me?”

I stood there wide-eyed, trying to process her question. The idea of getting to see her feet but not be able to finish was terrifying. Yet not nearly as much as the idea that if I didn’t promise her that I would do it- or if I did and failed anyway, that she would leave and that would be. With a gulp of fear, I nodded. “I can try Jessie.”

She smiled, more softly than she had before. “Good boy.” Then she started to undo the laces of her boots, slowly, and without looking up, said the three words I hadn’t realized I’d been waiting for her to say to me. “On your knees.”

Within seconds I dropped, my eyes glued to the sight of her fingers undoing each and every lace. When the first boot was done she didn’t remove it right away, instead moving right to the next one and keeping me in suspense. Jessie was, if nothing else, a hell of a tease, and I was loving every second of it.

Another few minutes passed and the second boot was completely undone. Jessie looked at my waiting eyes with glee. “Well, what are you waiting for Petey? Take off my boots and give them a good sniff.”

I didn’t need to be told twice, and for the second time in as many days, I found my nose diving deep into one of Jessie’s warm, smelly boots. I held the right one over my mouth and nose like an oxygen mask, taking long, deep breaths of her foot scent like a drowning man taking in breaths of fresh air.

The smell was even stronger than it had been in the woods, likely the results of her working out and continued wearing of them in the time since. The cheesy, leathery scent was nearly overpowering as I drank in more and more of it, but I couldn’t get enough of it.

Not wanting to lose any that may be in the other boot, I quickly put the right one down and picked up its twin, repeating the process and taking in more of Jessie’s pungent yet delectable foot scent even as my cock dribbled out droplets of precum onto my bedroom floor.

From the bed above me, Jessie watched with a grin, taking in the sight of me kneeling naked before her with her boot on my face like it was the greatest thing she had ever seen. Her eyes moved down to my growing erection and, when it seemed like things were getting a tad too hot down there, she quickly reached down and pried her boot from my grasp.

I gasped as she did so, my face awash with despair at the sudden loss of her scent. But Jessie pointed to my cock, and I noticed how much it had spit out already. If she hadn’t taken her boot away, odds were I’d have cum sooner than she wanted, and that wouldn’t be good for either of us.

“Sorry Petey, but until you learn some self-control, you’ll need to pace yourself.” Her tone reminded me of a disappointed schoolteacher, and I half expected her to produce a ruler and smack my hand with it to make sure I didn’t do anything naughty.

For the next few minutes, neither of us moved or spoke. While I could smell her foot scent both from her boots as well as the sweat-drenched socks she was still wearing, I did everything in my power to ignore them. I needed to maintain some control over my cock, to make sure I kept my promise. But it was far from easy, and though my erection softened slightly, I canlı casino siteleri knew it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

——-

Once she felt enough time had passed, Jessie quickly got back into the swing of things. Moving her boots to the side, she slowly removed her soaking socks one at a time, making sure I was watching as she did so. The sight of each one peeling off her stocking-clad feet was incredible to behold, and I knew that as good as the pair she’d given me had smelled, these were likely to be something else entirely.

I was right.

After she handed the socks to me, Jessie didn’t need to say a word before I pressed them to my face. I’d more or less trained myself these past few days, and I knew precisely where such treasures belonged. The scent hit my nose almost immediately, and if I’d thought the smell of her boots had been overpowering, Jessie’s socks were a whole other level.

Every breath I took was like being hit by a wave, the heavy, cheesy scent washing over me and taking me under. But I didn’t care. It was the best thing I’d ever smelled. The girls in the past who had allowed me to smell their feet could not compare to Jessie, and kneeling there with her sweaty, stinky socks pressed over my nose was pure paradise.

While I was enjoying myself, Jessie was doing the same. Her eyes locked on me, her right hand slowly made its way down, beneath her pantyhose and her panties and into her waiting pussy. This wasn’t the first time she’d had a man enjoying her foot scent like this, and she had been waiting for another moment like this for some time.

Knowing someone was enjoying her smelly feet like I was turned her on far more than she’d ever realized the first time she’d done it. Add in the fact that she’d refrained from touching herself since our first encounter in the woods, and it was plain to see Jessie had been dying for this. I’d had the chance to cum four times since then, she hadn’t gotten off once.

But that was going to change.

Once more, my cock started to strain, but this time I noticed before Jessie had a chance and quickly put her socks to the side. Much as it pained me to do so- and it did, I had no choice. I’d made a promise and, though my cock wasn’t pleased with this development, neither of us were in control anymore.

The beautiful woman masturbating on my bed was.

Jessie fingered herself for a few minutes longer before she noticed me kneeling there watching, her socks no longer on my face. Looking down at my erection, she quickly realized what had happened, and smiled warmly. “Good boy. I guess it’s time for what you’ve been waiting for.”

Lifting her left leg, Jessie brought the slick, sweat-drenched tan foot up to my face. The moment contact was made the whole world seemed to melt away. All that existed, all that mattered, was the cheesy, vinegary scent of her pantyhose-covered foot.

I pressed my face into the soft sole of her foot and took the deepest breath I could, not wanting to waste a single drop of her precious foot scent. A massive wave overtook me, and I would have gladly drowned in it then and there. Just like in my dreams, this was where I truly belonged.

Beneath Jessie’s sweaty, stinky foot.

As I drank in her scent, Jessie continued to give her pussy the attention it had been lacking these past few days. “I have to admit, I was kinda hoping I’d run into you while I was in town.” Her fingers slid deeper into the sweaty and soaking wet cunt, and a quiet moan escaped her lips. “You have no idea how often I thought about having you at my feet all these years.”

Dazed as I was with my face pressed firmly against her foot, I couldn’t help but at least try and respond to a statement like that. “Really?” Was all I managed to get out, even as a part of me wanted nothing more than to admit to my own fantasizing.

“Oh yes,” Jessie continued. “Ever since that night I saw you sniffing my boot, the idea never left my head… We never saw each other again after that night, so all I could do was wait… Well, that and try out my feet on some other lucky boys.”

Jessie pulled her foot off my face for a brief moment, and as I looked up our eyes met and I noticed for the first time a glimmer of sheer joy inside them. “But they were all just stand-ins for you Peter.”

Hearing her say that- as well as use my actual name for the first time since we’d run into each other, without the slightest cruelty or malice, made me feel better than even her feet had. Knowing that, regardless of our nearly non-existent relationship back in the day, we had shared something else. Something far deeper than either of us had known. A hidden desire brought forth now, so many years later.

I was honored. Especially since it was true for me as well.

“I’ve had the chance to smell a few women’s feet over the years,” I admitted sheepishly beneath her soft gaze. “But that brief whiff I got of yours that night… I have been chasing that smell ever since.”

Sitting there on my bed, her hand beneath her panties, Jessie smiled. A real, genuine smile for what might be the first time ever where I was concerned. “I was hoping you’d say that. Because I think it’s high time I gave you your treat.”

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This is a third person re-writing of the story titled ‘Your Story’ which was originally written for someone specific (and in the first and second person).

***

As he lets himself in, he notices the door is unlocked, so he figures she must already be back. There’s no sign of her downstairs, so he keeps an ear out as he swigs milk from the fridge, to see if he can hear her in the bathroom. He calls out a greeting, but not loudly – just to let her know that he’s back so he doesn’t startle her. As he walks upstairs it strikes him how quiet it is. The bedroom door is closed, which is particularly odd. He figures she must be having a nap, although it’s an unusual time for it as it’s already evening, and late in the year so it’s dark outside.

He opens the door quietly, so as not to disturb her if she’s asleep – the lamp throws light across her and he gasps as the door swings back to give him the full picture. She is asleep, in a manner of speaking, or rather she’s dozing, exhausted. She’s spread eagled on the bed, face down and with a silk blindfold bound tightly around her face. Her wrists and ankles are tied to each corner of the bed, and her hips are raised up on a pillow beneath her. Her body is still shining with sweat – it’s hot in the room, and it smells unmistakably of sex. As he moves into the room, he can see between her spread legs where her swollen and open pussy is gaping angrily, and leaking onto the pillow. The cheeks of her arse are a deep pink. She stirs as he kneels on the bed – “You’ve had a busy afternoon” he observes. “Mmm-hmm” she agrees sleepily, with a little smile. He notices her hair is matted with cum. He leans in and kisses her on the lips, cradling her head in his hands – her lips and chin smell and taste strongly of pussy.

His cock lurches at this: he kisses her mouth deeply and it’s like plunging his tongue into the unknown girl’s cunt. She give a little moan as he kisses her. “You’re such a fucking mess” he whispers in her ear, and pinches her earlobe between his teeth. He hasn’t untied her yet. He doesn’t intend to.

He grabs his laptop and phone from nearby, and it only takes a second to set up screen mirroring, and open the camera on his phone. Now he can point it at her, and the laptop screen shows her in all her cum-smeared glory. He places the screen up by her face, and pulls the blindfold from her, staring into her eyes searchingly for a second and bringing a palm slapping down hard on her arse to surprise her. He kisses her some more, still marvelling in the scent of cunt on her face. Then he lets her look at the screen while he holds his phone so she can see herself and she bites her lip and watches intently. She still can’t move, so he can roam around her and inspect her. Not only can she feel his eyes on her, she can also see what he sees. He shows her her seeping, open pussy, and then he parts her scarlet arse cheeks with one hand, and they both are stunned at the sight of her glistening wet little arsehole, still forming a surprised little ‘O’ at the thorough dicking it has clearly had. Her gently-gaping rim is pink and a little tender-looking, with a ring of cum around the hole, like a glazed donut. He moves in close so it fills the screen by her face – “It looks like your little arsehole has taken some heavy traffic, darling” – he can’t keep the smile out of his voice. “You’re going to be shitting cum for a week”.

He was trying to shock her. But she replies “Not if you fuck it all back out for me” and wiggles her bum towards him. His cock is so hard it almost hurts. “Why certainly, I’ll give it a try”.

“But first let’s see you prove it’s in there” he says mischievously, and he holds the camera towards her with his mouth, and uses both hands to pull her cheeks apart. He’s quite close, and he can smell her cunt and feel the heat coming from her, and he notices that her arsehole also smells of the sweat from many heavy bollocks that have slapped up against it as each successive cock was buried up there, and each grunting fucker shot his load up her arse. “Push!” he commands, and he checks to see that she’s watching the screen, enrapt by her own display.

She winks her hole, and at first nothing happens, and then a pearly bead of cum appears from inside her and slides down into a little trickle, which runs between her cunt lips and off her clit to join the soaking patch on the pillow bahis firmaları beneath her. He brings a palm down suddenly again on her round arse and it causes a little more to spill out. He begins to spank her rhythmically, and chastise her playfully between blows, and she watches her arse shake with each one. “I find you tied up [smack] and leaking cum [smack] from every sloppy hole [smack] and your face stinks of cunt-juice [smack]. There’s so much cum in your arse [smack] that you can’t keep it inside [smack]. What do you have to say for yourself? [smack].

“I love you?”

He laughs, as he can’t maintain the pretend outrage, and he falls down beside her and kisses her wildly, kissing her face and her eyelids and her neck. “How many times have you come?” he asks. “Four or five – it seemed to go on for hours. She came a few times too.”

“Who was she?” he asks.

“I’ve no idea, I don’t even know what she looks like. But she has an incredible tongue.”

“Yes, I expect she thinks the same of you – did she come in your mouth?”

“Mmm-hmm. She had a butt plug in.”

“Fuck! And the men- were they big?”

“Mostly normal I guess. One was big – I screamed a bit when he first put it in my arse. Or I would have, but my mouth was full.”

“I see. How much cum have you swallowed?”

“A fair bit – one guy came in my throat suddenly while I was coming and I thought I would drown. I spluttered it everywhere. But I spat quite a bit into her mouth too.”

“Right, that’s it, I’m going to join the list of people who have fucked you today.”

“Yep, last but not least… come on in, it’s lovely and warm”

“I bet – it’s a sloppy mess. I’m going to feed you all the cum I dredge out of you with my cock”

He pulls her hair slightly as he says this last bit, holding it like the reins of a horse, and he presses himself against her. He wants her to feel power and he wants it to make her heart jump, and he wants his words to flash back and forth between her brain-stem and her clit. He holds her around her throat just tightly enough to make her pupils dilate, and he bites her bottom lip. It’s not physically possible to fuck her as completely as he wants to in that instant, he realises.

He plunges into her sopping slit in a second, and it’s boiling – her wet lips kiss his balls and her whole cunt seems to suck him in and massage him. She shoves her hips back against him, and he holds her throat again and thrusts for a few strokes, growing even larger inside her. He can flex his cock and it makes her squelch lewdly, as his shaft displaces the mix of her cum and theirs. He grabs the phone again so she can see as he draws it from her, slick with a creamy coating. Just above it, her anus still gapes a little, full to the brim again now there’s less room. He crouches over her and starts to slam it in with abandon, and this makes her moan slightly with each thrust (and the bed struggles a bit under the strain). His cock is splashing in and out of her, and he can see that he has forced a little more cum out of her arse to run down her thighs – he has to stop though as he knows it will make him cum any second. He pulls from her suddenly, and her cunt gushes a little as he leaves it.

He grabs her head with both hands, tangling his fingers through her cum-streaked curls. He lets his cock swing in front of her, pulsing and coated, before pushing it through her lips (her hands are still tied wide so he’s in charge). She gives a little moan as she tastes herself, and he watches her cream gather on her lips as he pushes on into her throat. Her eyes widen and she gags a little so he pulls back. She starts swirling her tongue against him, licking his cock clean, and looking up at the effect it has on him – she’s making the muscles of his stomach jerk and flutter. He tightens his grip on her and flexes a bit for her, and starts to move his hips so that he’s fucking her mouth.

“Keep your mouth open, I want to see you drool!”

“OK…Fuck my throat like you own it” (this stuns him, and he feels like his cock grows an inch).

He pulls the whole shaft free of her lips as she keeps them wide open, with a string of spit connecting him still, and then drives back in until he feels her throat around the head of it. He waits for a beat before pulling back out and repeating, each time with more saliva, and with her mouth kaçak iddaa open it’s noisier as she gags and gurgles and coughs spit onto his balls.

He reaches down and strokes her clit in circles and she grinds her hips against his hand. His fingers slip into her almost by accident as she’s so wet, and he easily curls three of them far into her cunt to rub her velvety interior. He can wiggle them inside and make her wetness slosh audibly, and he likes the feeling of her moaning around his cock. He withdraws it, and slips his hand out of her. With his other hand he holds her face looking up at him, her mouth open, and lets his fingertips drip her cum into her mouth, and trace along her lips, before reaching inside with them to play on her tongue, all the while looking directly into her eyes. Fuck, she’s beautiful, he thinks, and tries to communicate the sentiment with his gaze. He reaches suddenly under her with both hands and pinches her nipples hard. He imagines the many hands roughly squeezing her tits – the girl holding them, less roughly, as she rode her face. And her whimpering with her mouth full of pussy and someone fucking her messily.

“Did you take two at the same time?” he asks, still pulling on her nipples.

“Yes, I came straight away, but I couldn’t move, so they just kept fucking, and squirting into me and swapping places.”

“Wow, show me how you can do it.”

He leaps from the bed and grabs her pink lifelike dildo from the drawer, and returns to kneel behind her. He buries his cock balls-deep in her cunt in one slide, with a groan. Before he lets himself move inside her, he spits on the dildo, although there’s no need as her arsehole is still bubbling up cum from the reservoir they left there. She makes a little noise as the head of the dildo touches against her puckered hole. As she bears down on it, he pushes until the realistic head pops through, and his cock pulses – she feels wetter against his balls. Normally he would take this slowly, working it into her tight tunnel as she relaxes around it, and finding the depth that sets her off like a rocket. But right now her arse has had such a fucking all day, and is so slippery with the multiple loads of spunk fired up it, that he gives the rubber dick a gliding shove and in an instant its balls are pressed against her stretched arsehole, and the head of the thing is deep inside her. His cock is straining just millimetres away through her wall. She squealed as it went in, and now he’s moving both cocks, sliding in and out in time. He loves the way her arse grips the shaft as he pulls outwards, like it’s trying to keep it in, and when pushing it in, he loves to watch it disappear. He positions the phone again so that she can see on the screen what’s happening, as he stretches out her holes and ploughs the cum from them. She gasps as she watches. All afternoon she had to imagine how it all looked – indeed how everyone looked – from within her blindfold, as everyone fucked her merrily. But here on screen she could see herself clearly, lewd, sloppy and hardcore. Seeing it, combined with the rhythmic stabbing of the large cocks moving inside her is enough to send her over the edge again.

“I’m…coming…fuck me…ungh…harder”

He starts to fuck her fast, and piston the dildo in her bum as her body shakes, trying to force some cum out around it. He pulls it out suddenly, and they both watch her gape obscenely and release a little torrent of cum from her depths. The dildo is streaked with it. He leaves it lying close to her face, in case she’s overcome with the urge to lick it clean.

She pulls her body off his cock with a slurp, and sways her arse from side to side looking back at him, and looking down at how hard he is.

“Come on then, fuck me up the arse with that” (He almost come on her there and then, and he growls slightly).

He grabs her cheeks with both hands and parts them wide – she smells incredible. It’s an intoxicatingly powerful aroma, her horny cunt and arsehole, and an afternoon of sweaty fucking has accentuated it. “Shove it in and fetch that cum!” she gives a little giggle.

“I’m going to, open wide” he says, and his heart races.

She feels like tight hot butter as the shining head of his cock pops through and pushes on into her – no waiting, he’s going for depth. He holds her around the belly with one arm, and guides her back onto kaçak bahis him. She moans and relaxes onto it, deliberately to fit it all in, and his cock throbs gleefully in her cum-flooded rectum – his bollocks kiss against her cunt-lips and he’s in as far as he can go.

Again he shows her herself on camera, and she pushes back against him and watches her sticky ring stretched around the wide base of his cock. She flexes her interior with a whimper, and some cum squirts out onto him. At this, he starts to fuck her properly, to see if he can force more out around his thrusts. It’s noisy and her cheeks are burning as she blushes, and bites the pillow. He grabs the messy dildo and pushes it into her mouth, which she opens obligingly. She closes her lips around it and use it as a gag. Her eyes flash and roll, half-closed, as she taste its arse-cum coating, and it sets her off once more.

He feels her orgasm deep in her bowels – her body sucks and squeezes him, and she gushes a little bit onto her thighs. He reaches a hand forward and pushes the rubber cock deep into her throat while she’s still cumming hard, and pulls her curls tightly in his fist. She feels his full weight press down on her, and his full length penetrating her, churning her arse-load to a messy froth around his balls.

He undoes her wrists and raises her up, so he can pin them behind her, and holds her throat tightly with his other hand as he tries to drive still further in – she moans as he tightens his grip on her throat, the dildo still protruding obscenely from between her lips. (Again he pictures her with three cocks stretching her, and her little pussy coming uncontrollably). He can finally reach her tits properly, and he sees that her nipples are raging hard, and raw from having been tugged on. He gives them a pinch and feels her anus try to close around the base of his cock. He slams it up her to make her tits bounce, and he can feel the cum still sloshing inside her. With her raised up like this, his cock is the only thing stopping it from all rushing out (long drips slowly dangle and fall from her cunt as what’s left there is squeezed from her by his cock next door). Without warning, he grips the cheeks of her arse with both hands and holds them wide, and slides the whole of his cock out of her depths with a slurp. A torrent of cum follows, and he’s holding her wrists, fighting her urge to reach under and stem the flow. Her arse gurgles as it chokes out all the loads fired up it, spattering it onto his swinging cock and dousing the sheets. He holds her by the throat and takes her earlobe between his teeth, and whispers to her. “Listen to it emptying. Let that dirty cum run out of you.” He slides two fingers into her cunt and massages more out. He pulls the dildo from her throat, stringing drool onto her tits, and tosses it aside.

“Time to suck me clean”

His cock is dripping with the cum he’s dredged from her arse. He moves in front of her, holding her by her hair. She kneels in the puddle on the bed below her, and looks up into his eyes. With a twinkle, she opens her mouth. He watches it gather in the corners of her mouth and cascade off her lips, and moans as her tongue caresses his shaft. She make little sounds as she sucks him, pausing to lick his balls, and thoroughly cleaning the length of him. He very nearly comes in her throat, and has to pull free suddenly – she gasps, and then smiles.

“Clean enough?”

“Yes, excellent work. Now spread your arse for me.”

“Cum in me. I want one more load ” – she holds herself wide open and he watches her gape, before letting himself in with a pop and a sigh. She starts thrusting herself back against him, engulfing his cock each time, and grunting as it nudges deeper.

“Shove it…up my…fucking…arse…unghh…yessss…harder”

He holds still as she continues to grind back against him, and he’s struggling now to maintain composure. He grabs a fistful of her curls and tugs her back onto him further still, and informs her that he’s about to shoot his cum in her rectum. She squeezes tightly around him repeatedly, and he quakes as he starts to fire jet after jet as deeply into her as possible.

“Ahh fuck… fill me up!”

He collapses forward onto her, his hips jerking into her with the last of it, and he turns her face towards his own, and kisses her at length. His cock is softening in her arsehole, and she lets him slip out wetly while they’re kissing.

His cum seeps silently out of her onto the bed and he holds her against him, his mouth next to her ear. “Happy Birthday.” he whispers.

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“Becca? Hey, it’s me. Listen, can you take Dad to the doctor on Friday?”

“Oh, hey Taryn. I’d love to but I have that retreat, remember?”

“Oh, right. I totally forgot,” her sister replied. “I can’t get off work again that soon. If you can’t take him, what are we gonna do? Those Visiting Saints charge a hundred dollars for four hours, and I don’t know about you, but I don’t have that kind of money laying around.”

“Hold on a sec, okay?” her older sister, Becca, said. “I wrote this guy’s name down, but I can’t remember where.”

“What guy?” Taryn asked as she heard the sound of drawers opening and papers rustling. She smiled as she pictured Becca holding the phone between her chin and neck loudly rummaging around.

“Ah! Here it is!” she finally said. “You ready to write this down?”

“Um…sure. Gimme one second here,” Taryn said even though she had no idea whose name and number she’d be writing down.

She grabbed a pen and said, “Okay. Shoot.”

“His name is Luke Edson. The number is (xxx) xxx-xxxx. He helps out senior citizens if he has time. It’s at least worth the call, right?”

“Um…maybe. How much does he charge?”

“Nothing. That’s the crazy thing. He does all kinds of things for free. He evidently doesn’t have a fixed schedule so if he’s free and he feels like it, he’ll do it.”

“That’s not exactly comforting, Becca. Where did you get this guy’s name and how do we know he can even be trusted?”

“I got it from Mark’s mom. She got it from a friend of a friend. Anyway, this Luke guy showed up and took his mom’s friend to the doctor, waited for two hours, then drove her home. He wouldn’t even let her make lunch for him as a kind of payment or thank you.”

“So you think he’s okay?”

“Hey, if my mother-in-law trusts someone…”

Her younger sister laughed and filled in the rest.

“Yeah, she doesn’t trust anyone to include her own son!”

“No kidding. And yet she trusts this Luke guy. So give him a call. What harm can it do? If he’s busy, he’s busy. But you might get lucky.”

“What if he says ‘yes’ then changes his mind?”

“He won’t. He never does. At least that what Debbie says.”

Debbie was Becca’s mother-in-law, and for now, her word, even second or third hand, would have to be good enough.

“Well, okay. It’s that or Dad has to put off going. Again.”

Becca sighed and said, “Yeah, that’s not okay. His insulin levels are all over the place lately, and he really needs to get in.”

“No kidding. I’m really getting worried. His eyesight is bad enough he can’t drive, and I know he hardly ever checks his glucose levels,” Taryn said.

She sighed then told Becca, “All right. I’ll give him a call.”

“Let me know what he says, okay?” Becca requested.

“I will. And thanks, Beks. Talk to you soon, and have fun this weekend!”

“Fun. Yeah, right,” her sister said with an edge knowing Taryn understood why.

Taryn Nelson, Becca Shands’ younger sister by two years, was 38 and the mother of a ten-year old son named Matt. Her father, Edwin Johnson, was 67, a diabetic whose illness came on five years ago largely due to the heavy drinking and other less-than-wise lifestyle choices he’d adopted after his wife had suddenly passed away without warning.

He was taking insulin but refused to check his sugar levels more than a couple of times a day or regularly take the much-needed drug, and as a result, he was paying a heavy price for it. A price that was easily avoided if he’d just tend to his illness.

As she dialed the number for this Good Samaritan, or someone she hoped would at least follow through, she couldn’t help but wonder what kind of person had the time or the inclination to do all of these good deeds for senior citizens. Then again, as long as was willing to help, it wasn’t her place to ask. Free was free, and as her father had often told her growing up, one never looks a gift horse in the mouth.

“Luke speaking,” she heard a male voice say loudly as all kinds of background noise made it hard to hear.

“Oh, hi. I can barely hear you,” Taryn said.

“Sorry. I’m at the Boys Club gym playing basketball. You caught during halftime. Let me step outside so we can talk, okay?”

So when he wasn’t helping senior citizens he was goofing off playing basketball. Taryn didn’t really care what he did with his life, but unless he was retired, she had a very hard time with people who didn’t work. Especially people healthy enough to play a sport like basketball.

“Is this any better?” Luke asked.

“Much,” she said. “Listen. My sister, Becca Shands, got your name from her mother-in-law, Debbie, who…”

“Oh, sure. I know Debbie. Nice lady. I gave her friend Kathryn a ride to the doctor a while back.”

Taryn was tempted to ask, “You think Debbie Shands is a nice lady?”

Instead, she shook her head in disbelief then told him why she was calling.

“This Friday? Sure. What time?”

“The appointment is at 10 o’clock, and it takes about fifteen minutes to get there. And my illegal bahis dad isn’t exactly fleet of foot anymore,” she said in even greater disbelief.

Luke laughed politely and told her. “No worries. I’ll get there at 9:30 so we can get acquainted and that way I can gently push him along. So, yeah. I can do that. What’s his name and his address?”

Taryn told him and he repeated, “Edwin Johnson. Okay. Got it. Consider it done. Oh, please give him a call and let him know I’ll be stopping by, will you?”

“Yes. Of course, and…wow. I wasn’t sure this was for real, and I thought you’d probably be busy even if it was so thank you very much.”

Luke chuckled again then said, “It’s my pleasure. I really enjoy being able to help out our senior citizens and kids. Both groups don’t get nearly enough attention so whatever I can do is my pleasure.”

Taryn found herself smiling then said, “We need to find a way to clone you, Mr…”

She looked for his last name and just before she could say it, he said, “Luke is fine, but I didn’t catch your name.”

“Oh, gosh. I’m so sorry. My name is Taryn. Taryn Nelson.”

“Taryn. What a great name. I like that,” he said in a very friendly tone of voice.

“Oh. Um…thank you,” she said, surprised by the unexpected compliment.

“You’re very welcome. And don’t worry. I’ll be there Friday at 9:30 and stay with your dad as long as he needs, okay?”

“You must be some kind of saint, Mr…sorry…Luke,” she said with a polite laugh.

“No saint. Just a common sinner trying to make a difference in this often cold, uncaring world of ours.”

“Well, you are. That’s for sure,” Taryn told him. “And thank you, again, Luke. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“I’m happy to help, Taryn. Take care now, and don’t give this a second thought.”

“All right. You take care, too, Luke. Bye now.”

She heard the phone make a noise then go blank. Still stunned, she sat there even more perplexed by who this caring man might be. He didn’t sound ‘old’, but that could be deceiving. It was quite possible he was someone maybe in his 60s and in great health who just enjoyed helping out the very young and the very old. Regardless, she was both grateful and relieved not to have to worry about her dad getting to the doctor. Getting him to check his sugar and take his insulin was another matter.

Taryn called her sister back and let her know everything was all set, and Becca said, “That’s incredible. I’d love to meet this guy.”

“Same here. I wish there was a way to thank him that he’d accept.”

“The only other thing I know about him is Debbie said he’s a really good-looking guy.”

Taryn thought for a second then realized her sister’s ‘MIL’ was her father’s age, so if this Luke guy was say in his late 50s or so, she might very well think that.

“I’m sure Dad won’t care one way or the other,” Taryn said with a laugh. “I’m just glad he’s willing to help.”

“I know, right? But what I can’t understand is how he has any free time, you know? I mean, once people start telling their friends about this guy, it seems like he’d be booked solid all the time. And no one is going to spend that much time helping out total strangers.”

“One thing and one day at a time, right?” Taryn said. “Maybe one of us will be able to drive Dad next time he needs to go.”

“And that’ll be very soon,” Becca said.

It was sad to watch their father slowly disappearing right in front of them, but he just wouldn’t make any changes. Since their mother passed away five years ago, he’d gotten even more stubborn making them think he didn’t care whether he lived or…

Taryn reminded him he had three grandchildren to live for. She had Matt and Becca and her husband, Mark, had two of their own. That alone seemed like it would be more than reason enough to want to take care of himself, and yet he seemed to care even less as the months slipped by.

On Friday, right at 9:30, Luke knocked on Mr. Johnson’s door. He waited then knocked again before hearing, “Hold your damn horses already!”

Luke smiled and took step back, waiting for the door to open.

A very rough-looking man who was maybe 20-30 pounds overweight opened the door and said, “Well, you gonna stand out there all day or come inside?”

He hadn’t shaved in a few days, and the man’s hair was as disheveled as his clothing.

“Thank you, sir,” Luke told him as he followed the man inside.

It was obvious the man hadn’t bathed or showered, either, but Luke didn’t care. Body odor wasn’t why he was there, and he’d smelled much worse.

“Have a seat,” the older man said gruffly. “You interrupted me while I was getting dressed.”

Luke didn’t apologize as he hadn’t done anything wrong. He only smiled and told him very politely to take his time.

He watched Mr. Johnson shuffle away and could tell he probably had several health-related issues going on. Taryn hadn’t told him why he was seeing the doctor, and the reason didn’t matter. Helping him get there did.

At 9:47, illegal bahis siteleri he came back out fully dressed, but one side of his shirt didn’t get tucked in all the way, and his hair still looked like a white bird’s nest.

“You gonna sit there or drive me to the doctor?” Edwin growled.

Luke smiled, got up, and said, “I’m ready when you are, Mr. Johnson.”

The other man made a loud, scoffing noise and shuffled toward the door which Luke made sure got locked before helping him down the steps.

“A limousine? Who the hell can afford that?” Edwin said with another scoff as Luke opened his door.

“It’s a Chevy Tahoe, Mr. Johnson.”

“Yeah? Looks like a limousine to me,” he snorted as Luke helped him step up and get in.

As they pulled out onto the street, Edwin looked over and said, “Is that what you do for a living? Drive a limousine?”

“No, sir. I don’t get paid for this. It’s just my way of giving back,” Luke told him.

“Uh-huh,” Edwin said in a way that said he was unimpressed.

He looked back at his driver and said, “Shouldn’t you be in school or at an actual job?”

Luke laughed politely, glanced over at him, and said, “I graduated from college a couple of years ago, Mr. Johnson, so my school days are behind me, and for now, this is all the job I want or need.”

“Uh-huh,” Edwin snorted again. “Another ward of the state.”

Luke just smiled then tried to strike up a conversation.

“Mind if I ask what’s brining you to the doctor today?”

“Ah, it’s those damn girls of mine. They get all in a tizzy about me havin’ a little diabetes. They should know to mind their own business by now. That’s how we raised ’em both. Me and my Jeannie.”

“Your wife?” Luke asked.

“Yep. Married forty-one years,” he said. “She passed away, well, around the time you was going to school, and ever since, them girls hover over me like I’m helpless.”

“I’m sure they’re just concerned about their father,” Luke offered cheerfully.

“Hah! Then they should try worrying about themselves for a change! Hell, Rebecca’s husband has cheated on her twice, and Taryn’s walked out her and left her to raise a son on her own! Worried about me, my ass.”

Luke didn’t comment. He just drove and listened.

“A woman needs a man around the house. Especially if she’s got a boy like that Matthew. He’s a good kid, but ever since his dad left—a few years after my Jeannie died, he’s crawled into some kind of shell. And his mother keeps saying she’s gotta find some guy with…”

He paused to think then said, “Oh, right. He’s gotta have a good resume. Resume my ass! She just needs a good, decent guy. Someone to help her raise that boy of hers. And don’t get me started on Rebecca! She needs to give that guy a swift kick in the ass and send him to the curb!”

“Is it possible your daughter—Taryn—just knows what she wants?” Luke offered.

“Ah, she don’t know shit from shinola!” he grunted. “What the hell good is a ‘resume’, anyway? Who cares if a guy looks good on paper? What matters is what’s in here,” Edwin said as he tapped his chest above his heart.

“Hard work and a little concern is more than enough. I don’t understand kids these days, you know? Who falls in love using a checklist, anyway? Who goes around ticking things off like what he does, and where he works to see if someone ‘qualifies’ as a potential husband? That’s just crazy talk in my book!”

Luke kept driving and Edwin said, “You ain’t married, are you?”

“No, sir,” Luke told him.

“Yeah, you’re way too young to be thinking about that anyway. What are you? Maybe…18 or something?”

Luke didn’t laugh or even smile as he politely answered. Evidently, he either didn’t know or had forgotten how old someone had to be to finish… Luke tried not to laugh when he thought about saying ‘college’ the way Mr. Johnson did like it was lice-infested or something.

“I’m 24, Mr. Johnson.”

“Twenty-four and no job?Jesus, Joseph, and Mary!”

Edwin waved one of his very large hands in a dismissive gesture indicating his disgust with an able-bodied young man who wouldn’t work then said, “It’s just up here on your left.”

“Got it,” Luke said as he watched his navigational aid. He knew the area well, but loved gadgets and technology like GPS.

An hour and a half later, they were on their way back, and Edwin said, “Hey. You mind if we stop to get somethin’ to eat?”

“No. Not at all. As long as you’ll let me pay,” Luke told him.

This time, Edwin didn’t growl or even grunt. Money was always in short supply, and although he had ten bucks in his wallet, he was happy to let the kid but his meal.

“Will you tell my girls if I want to get some dessert?” he asked in almost friendly tone.

“Not a chance,” the much-younger man said with a smile. “Just tell me where we’re going!”

Another half hour later they were back in the car and Edwin said, “You’re all right, kid.”

Luke chuckled and said, “Thank you, Mr. Johnson. That’s high praise.”

“I know. I can canlı bahis siteleri be a real sonuvabitch sometimes, but when you get to be my age, and your wife goes first, well, I hope you never go through that.”

“I’m very sorry about her passing,” Luke told him sincerely.

“She was my whole life, young man,” he said kind of wistfully. “Now? Well, now I just don’t much care anymore, you know?”

“I never offer unsolicited advice, sir, but I will make you an offer,” Luke said.

“What kind of offer?”

“I spend a lot of time at the Boys Club. What most folks don’t know is they have an area for you know, people over 60. I was wondering if you might want to bring your grandson who’s so shy and you could spend some time playing cards or whatever interests you while I try and get him interested in basketball or whatever.”

“You got people my age there, huh,” he said trying to sound uninterested.

“Oh, plenty of them. They’re always looking for new folks to play cards with or just sit around and talk.”

“Huh. What time are we talkin’? Mornings I hope. I’m up at 4am every day, but I can’t stay up past nine o’clock anymore.”

“Sure. We have a whole lot of morning people there. How about letting me give you another lift? And maybe see if that young man wants to tag along. If his mom will let him, of course.”

“If I take him she will,” he said almost proudly. “I just don’t know what to do with him these days. I’m not exactly ready to play basketball or anything.”

“No problem. Just bringing him will let him know how much you care. Worry about what he’ll do after you get there once you bring him. And I’ll take care of that so you can relax and enjoy yourself.”

“Well, if it ain’t just a bunch of cacklin’ old hens, I guess I could try that once,” Edwin said.

Luke laughed and told him, “We have plenty of ladies there, but no worries. There are almost as many men.”

Edwin wasn’t ever going to admit how lonely he was, but since Jean passed away, every day had been like an eternity, and booze and fatty food were the only pleasures he had left in life. Oh, sure, he had his girls and the grandkids, but they were both working and too busy to stop by more than once a week for an hour or two. The rest of the time he was alone with his TV and the whiskey he hid just in case Rebecca or Taryn dropped by, although most of the time he didn’t give a damn if they knew.

So maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to at least try getting out once.

“So there’ll be other men there?” he snorted.

“Guaranteed,” Luke assured him.

“Well, okay. Maybe I’ll see if Matthew’d like to go somewhere with his grandpa.”

“And I’ll drive you both,” Luke promised.

Once they were back in the house, Luke gave him his phone number and asked him to call anytime he wanted a ride either to the Club or back to the doctor or anywhere else for that matter.

Luke went to leave, and Edwin said, “Say there. Not to pry, but how is it you can do all this and not have a job?”

Rather than answer him directly, Luke said, “The way I see it, getting to meet good people like you and maybe help them out a little is a lot more rewarding than a regular 9-5 job.”

“Don’t tell my youngest that,” he snorted. “A guy like you wouldn’t look good at all on paper.”

Luke just laughed before Edwin grunted then said, “Hey.”

“Sir?” Luke said as he waited for Edwin to say something else.

The older man turned away as he spoke.

“Thank you.”

It was obvious he didn’t ‘do feelings’ very well, as couldn’t say that while looking at Luke.

“You’re welcome. And don’t worry, your secret is safe with me,” he said promising not to spill the beans about the soft ice-cream cone he’d had after lunch. “But please do check your sugar levels, okay?”

Edwin flung his arm out the way he had before and said, “So much for not offering unsolicited advice!”

Luke just shook his head and smiled as he walked away feeling enriched for having met someone new and for having been able to offer a small amount of help, time, and companionship to someone who clearly didn’t much of those things.

It was summer and Matthew was out of school. Even so, when his grandfather asked to speak to him the following day he was more than a little surprised. When he explained what he wanted to do, he was shocked.

“Hold on, okay, Grandpa?” he said.

“Mom! Grandpa wants to take me somewhere. Can I go?” he asked excitedly.

“What?” Taryn said. “When? Where? Your grandpa can’t even drive.”

“Put your mom on the phone, buddy,” his grandfather said.

“Dad? What’s going on?” Taryn asked.

He explained what he wanted to do, and now she was the one who was shocked.

“Oh, my goodness! That sounds wonderful! Yes. Sure. He can go with you,” she said handing the phone back to her son.

“Grandpa? Did you hear that?” the boy asked even though his mom had just asked him directly.

“I did,” his grandfather said. “So Luke and I will be by around 9am tomorrow. You got any gym shorts to wear?”

“Yeah, sure. I got my PE clothes from school.”

“Well, there you go!” his grandpa said. “I’ll see you then, okay?”

“Okay! Bye Grandpa!” he said excitedly.

“Mom? This is so cool!” Matt said as he handed her the phone.

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