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Note: This story contains incest.

Alan awoke all at once. He was standing, which he found bizarre, as he had never woken up while standing before.

Next to him was his uncle. The man was almost totally naked. Then the eighteen-year-old saw that he was in the same state.

Alan and his uncle were left wearing only some kind of modesty garments. An inch-wide strap wrapped itself around Alan’s waist, with a small swath of fabric attached in the front. Overall, the garment gave the impression of a loin cloth mixed with a jockstrap.

His male parts created a sizable mound in the draped fabric. The sides were completely open and from the right angle, one could see directly to his bare dick and balls. And his butt was completely exposed.

The rest of Alan’s lean, slim body was uncovered and on display.

Alan looked back at his uncle, who wore a vacant expression. Uncle Dean was taller and beefier. Not fat, exactly, but someone who was probably muscular about 20 years ago. Dean was around 40 years old and, as Alan studied his body, the teenager had to admit that his uncle wasn’t bad to look at.

What a strange thought, Alan realized. He took one glance at Uncle Dean’s weird garment, the same type as Alan himself wore. He was able to catch a glimpse of his uncle’s privates hiding poorly behind the cloth. The man’s fat shaft hung, soft but heavy, over a set of large balls. Why did the teenager want to see more of his uncle’s private parts?

Alan blinked tightly, shaking the intrusive thoughts from his head. He looked around at the… room? It was undefined. The whole place glowed faintly white. Alan couldn’t see any walls or ceiling. He couldn’t really even make out the floor, except that the soles of he feet were pressed down on a flat, smooth, somewhat warm surface.

Where the fuck were they? Alan wondered. The last thing he remembered was heading into town with his uncle. They were driving down the road in late afternoon, then… nothing. Could they have been kidnapped? Who would take all of their clothes and dress them in such weird underwear? How was this space even possible?

Alan’s contemplations were interrupted by a presence. Not physical, exactly. More like a presence in his mind. There was someone else here. A few someones.

Alan looked around, squinting into the glowing nothingness. Then, there… a form, a silhouette stood before him at some distance. It came closer, slowly resolving into a sold shape.

It was a man. Almost a man. It had a torso, arms, legs, and a head like a human, but not quite right.

The head was too large. It was too big and round on top and too narrow at the chin, almost like a light bulb. The inky black eyes were far too large for a human. The body was too spindly. The cold gray contrasted with any of the myriad warm colors of normal human skin.

There was no indication of clothing, no seam lines or hems. But it didn’t exactly look naked either. The smooth surface was mildly contoured, giving the impression of normal muscle, bones, and the like, hiding below skin. A lightly curved chest, abdominal muscles, calves, biceps, etc. seemed like those of a lithe, fit male. But certain details were absent or undefined, like a navel or nipples. There was only a mound where male genitalia should be. It was as if the creature was wearing a unitard or something. But again, there were no noticeable seams or anything from the top of the head down şişli escort to the fingers and toes. Was it textile or skin?

Alan contemplated this strange form and its mysteries, with the creature all the while walking closer.

Despite the inexplicable circumstances, Alan was not overcome with terror as perhaps he should have been. There were tinges of fear, but only as if he were experiencing mild social anxiety. Alan was aware that his natural reactions were being manipulated.

And then, the two of them stood toe to toe. A long-fingered hand bridged the gap, contacting Alan’s chest. It circled around, eventually touching Alan’s nipple.

“Oh, fuck,” Alan whispered. The alien was tweaking his little pink nubs, sending shocks through Alan’s body. He felt his cock swell under the modesty flap.

He should be freaking out. What were these creatures? Where was this place? He should be concerned with his and his uncle’s safety. He should be fighting off their advances, swatting the groping hands away and running for his life.

But he didn’t feel any of that. He felt a vein of excitement in his chest as those weird hands felt up his bare, teenage body. There was a flavor of discomfort mixed in, as well. He was very unsure about all this physical contact. He was scared at being so exposed. He was totally at the mercy of these beings. They could probably do anything they wanted with his body. But still, his cock grew harder.

Alan found it interesting that the being allowed him to retain any negative emotions. He should be panicking, but instead he was left with interest as well as trepidation. He wondered if these… aliens somehow wanted him to feel conflicted. Not terrified, but a little scared? Alan couldn’t tease out a reason to do such a thing. He was finding it difficult to concentrate while the strange person was tweaking his sensitive nipples.

Finally relenting, the being’s hands slid away from Alan’s nips, around to his sides, running down his flank to his hips, and down towards his legs. The creature squatted as his touch moved south.

New, scary, exciting emotions stirred within the teenager as those hands roamed over his thighs, moving up under the garment flap. He felt eager anticipation when it placed a hand flat on his stomach and moving down towards the waistband. Apprehension mingled with yearning when both hands moved around back, cupping his round, bare ass, squeezing and experimenting with the youth’s firm flesh.

As the being moved closer to Alan’s delicate, private places, a tumultuous storm of fear and longing brewed inside him. He had never been touched like this before, let alone by these unknown creatures of unknown intent. But at the same time, he was helpless against his body’s reactions. The groping and fondling felt good. It felt sensual. As much as he might have wanted to run away, he wanted to stay and give himself completely to the alien beings.

His garment flap was protruding more severely now as blood flowed into Alan’s cock. His teenage body was flooded with the usual hormones and all of the strange, new contact had caused his cock to swell. And his alien companion has certainly noticed. The strange hand brushed lightly across the mounded flap, delicately studying Alan’s covered cock.

Meanwhile, Alan became aware of a second alien, working over Uncle Dean. This adjacent alien wasn’t holding back. The being lifted the modesty kagithane escort flap and began directly fondling Uncle Dean’s privates.

Alan had never given Uncle Dean’s cock the slightest consideration before, but he now found himself staring openly as the alien’s long digits closed around Dean’s thick shaft. The thing was long, a few inches longer than Alan’s, and thick, too. It was a magnificent piece of man-meat.

Uncle Dean was as stiff as a flagpole. Alan could see The man breathing more heavily while the alien pumped his meat. Whatever spell Dean was under, his body’s normal processes seemed to be functioning. His cheeks were red with arousal. His chest rose and fell with the increased respiration of sexual stimulation. And Alan even noticed a large drop of precum form at the tip of the man’s cock. It got bigger and bigger until the thick liquid slowly drooled down the cleft of his cock-head.

Alan was shocked to realize that he wanted to taste it. He wondered what that crystal clear goo would be like on his tongue. He wanted to lean over Uncle Dean’s huge flesh tube and lick from balls to tip, then suckle on that leaking knob. He wanted to drink Uncle Dean’s river of precum.

Jesus, Alan thought. What the fuck had these aliens done to him? He was disturbed at the new thoughts flooding his mind, but at the same time, he really wanted to suck his uncle’s cock. It was so beautiful. The red shaft was lined with veins. The fat knob was shiny purple. It was so thick and manly.

Alan was startled out of his cock worship, back towards his own situation as his alien stood and retreated a step. Alan found himself missing the long, gray fingers moving all over his body. He wondered if his alien was ever going to handle him like Uncle Dean’s companion did. His teen cock throbbed at the thought of this creature fondling him.

Seemingly from nowhere, the alien produced a tiny, pill-shaped item. He held it with his fingertips, presenting it for Alan’s visual inspection.

The alien then stepped around behind Alan. The teen took the cue from the light pressure asserted on his back. As the alien guided him, Alan bent forward, grabbing his ankles. There were no spoken words, but Alan understood that this is what the creature wanted. He was an agile youth, so he had no problem keeping his legs straight and holding that pose while the alien’s hands found his butt.

The slender digits immediately sank into the cleft between Alan’s cheeks. An electric jolt shot through him as the fingers contacted his little pucker. There was a pressure and Alan could feel, just barely, the tiny pill slipping into his bud. The alien had just inserted an unknown thing into Alan’s asshole.

He soon felt a presence inside him, as if something was growing larger in his rectum. The pill-thing must be morphing, changing. He felt it getting bigger, filling his rear-canal. His rectal walls expanded as the strange device lengthened and thickened.

As the new mass began to test his inner capacity, Alan became aware of his stiffening cock. The anal probe was somehow sexually stimulating him. Alan was a virgin and unaware of such things, but as the device grew, it mashed into his prostate, which urged his teen cock to swell in response.

The alien’s hands remained cupped on Alan’s buns, gently, ever so lightly squeezing, as the probe did its work.

Soon, Alan felt as if he had someone’s besiktas escort forearm up his ass. The device wasn’t really that big, but it was bigger than anything he’d ever had up is hole. But because the sensation has grown so slowly, his body was able to adjust, and it wasn’t painful at all. It was quite a new sensation, however, and Alan shifted his weight from one foot to the other, exploring the feeling. This motion shifted the mass inside of him, activating that sweet little pleasure button hiding up his butthole.

A hand slithered below Alan’s butt and tickled his balls. The alien playfully tugged on the boy’s nuts, and the other hand moved to Alan’s crack. He felt fingers slip towards his hole and he was frightened.

The first hand moved beyond his balls to close around Alan’s drooping sausage as two fingertips prodded at the teenager’s puckered bud. They pressed inward, and Alan’s ring spread open around them. The idea of anal penetration was foreign to the young man and his breath quickened. He could feel the fingers driving inward, stretching his hole wider. Finally, he realized that the alien was grabbing the end of the rod inside of him and pulling it out.

Alan shocked himself as he let out a moan. The friction of the strange thing inside him dragging along his inner walls was causing new sensations to reverberate throughout his young body.

The alien hand squeezed his growing cock as his pink anal ring expanded around the retreating device. But before the thing was fully clear of his butthole, the alien stopped. Alan’s heart dropped as he felt it sinking back into his hole.

Alan was fighting with his emotions. He didn’t want to be done up the ass. That was never something he had ever wanted. He was so exposed and vulnerable. The alien plunged its alien dildo deep into his most private space, violating him, all while jerking off his hard, horny cock.

It all felt so good. He wanted that warm hand on his cock to jerk him faster. He had difficulty fighting the strange arousal caused by the dildo invading his ass. It moved into him, creating an unfamiliar but not unwanted pressure. His inner flesh expanded to accommodate the new mass. As the smooth surface dragging along his tunnel, Alan involuntary released another moan. His cock flexed in the alien’s grip.

He was so embarrassed. He was being dominated by this creature. It was having its way with him and he could do nothing to fight it. Worse, Alan wasn’t sure he even wanted to fight it.

The teen turned his head to look at his uncle. Dean’s knees were bent. It looked like he was on the verge of collapse. He whimpered, tears on his cheeks, as the other alien teased his big man-cock. It ran a fingertip around the corona of his cock head, tapping another finger at Dean’s leaky slit. Dean must be going mad.

Alan sensed the presence in him mind again. Desire. Intent. The alien was pushing its will onto the young man just as it was pushing the dildo up his ass. It was preparing him. For what? Alan thought. His asshole gripped the device, and Alan swallowed hard. They meant to fuck him! His eyes darted around in panic until he remembered, these aliens didn’t have the onboard equipment to fuck him. They didn’t have any apparent dicks. Alan wasn’t even sure if they were male or female, or if they even had a sex or gender. No, it wasn’t the aliens. But who…

“Oh shit,” he breathed.

Alan’s eyes caught Uncle Dean’s massive man meat again. It was red and raging. It was angry for release, standing up long, thick, and hard. Uncle Dean’s big cock was really the only option. Alan mind spun as he finally understood the aliens’ intent.

They meant for Uncle Dean to fuck him…

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It was such a sad and lonely night for me. I didn’t want my wife to see the tears streaming down my face. I couldn’t believe Mario was leaving to Europe for a whole year. I was also a bit jealous. I was always too poor or too busy to travel. Once my wife fell asleep, I secretly texted him. We decided we would sneak off to the fancy hotel downtown.

It would be our chance to spend a couple hours in each other’s arms before he left. I just wanted to hold his soft naked body in my arms. I definitely wouldn’t say no to have him deep inside me. I had no idea he had one last sexy good bye present for me.

I knocked lightly on the door the door to room 104, praying it was the right room. I smiled as Mario quickly opened the door and let me inside the room. All he was wearing was small white towel around his bulge. Well that’s what I thought.

Mario gave me a soft kiss on the lips and blindfolded me. He pushed me down on a wooden chair in the corner of the room. Now it was getting interesting. He slowly unbuttoned my shirt, taking his time to tease his tongue on my hairy chest. I could feel him making my little nipples harden. He slowly undid the belt to my pants, and tied my hands behind my back.

I could feel his smooth naked back pressing again my hairy chest as he wrapped his arm around me. He pushed his hot smooth bottom all way into my crotch.

I knew he could feel it through my tight jeans. He put on some 80s rock and ordered me on my knees. My hands were still belted tight behind me. Mario slowly removed the blindfold, my eyes popped wide open. Mario’s friend had been hiding in the room this whole time. Mario’s shirtless friend was so unbelievably hot! He was a college jock just like Mario.

Mario slowly undid his tight white towel revealing a tight blue Speedo. Mario knew my biggest fantasy was seeing two smooth jocks in tight Speedos.

His hot friend shook his hips side, slowly undoing his blue jeans and dropping them to the floor. My eyes lit up as he revealed his tight blue Speedo underneath. It barely hid anything! I could see the outline of his huge dangling cock, and thick juicy tip pushing against the tight Speedo.

They took turns rubbing their huge bulges just outside open mouth teasing me like crazy. They were so close to my open mouth, I could smell them. I could feel their warm balls pushing against my mouth. Mario undid the blindfold and they stood in front of me making out with each other. Their hands explored each other’s smooth bodies.

The held each other tight and danced to the music. They pretended to remove their Speedos but pressed their bodies so close together I couldn’t see anything. They took turns slowly teasing me as they took their Speedos halfway off. I got harder as they exposed themselves just under their solid v lines.

They both turned around and pulled each other’s Speedo off. It was just enough that I could see the tops of their smooth muscled behinds. I wanted both of them so bad and Mario knew it. It didn’t mecidiyekoy escort help that they shook their Speedo covered asses side to side. My desperate eyes ogled them like I’d just seen a diamond in the sand.

I thought I’d finally get too see their smooth naked bodies. But they kept teasing me. They turned around and slowly pulled their Speedos down exposing their long half hard cocks. I could see Mario’s friends tip bulging against the bottom of the Speedo. His circumcised tip looked so hot against the Speedo.

Mario put the blindfold back on. I opened my mouth wide. I really wanted their juicy cocks. Mario wasn’t done teasing me. I could hear them sucking loudly on each other’s nipples and kissing loudly. Their soft moans were only getting me harder and harder.

Mario pulled my blindfold off and they both pulled their Speedos halfway down. The Speedo was barely covering their massive sexy balls. Their huge dangling cocks hung out like small branches.

Mario got on his knees and slowly sucked his friend off inches away from me.

I couldn’t believe how good he was at it. I could feel the saliva from his friends cock drip into my eager mouth. They both stood about above me, slowly stroking each other’s long juicy cocks up and down while they made out. They made sure to get as close as they could without letting me taste them.

They ran their hands along their smooth naked bodies. Sadly, I couldn’t see their long hard cocks because they were pressed between them. They grabbed hard at each other’s smooth naked asses pulling each other closer together as the kissed more passionately.

Just to tease me a bit more, they went on the bed and both got on all fours. They teasingly stuck their smooth naked asses at me. They kissed and smiled back at me taking turns to gently finger each other’s tight holes. Mario licked in and out of his friend’s tight pink hole.

Mario held his cock in his hand and put a little bit of lube on the tip. He started gently pushing into his friends smooth behind. I couldn’t believe I was watching Mario slow fucking this smooth naked jock. Mario turned back and smiled at me, he knew how much I wanted it. They stopped and headed back to where I was sitting.

They took turns teasing their long meaty cocks all over my open lips. They took turns slowly pushing their massive cocks in and out of my mouth. My jaw hurt so much from his friends cock. I was really struggling to get the entire thing in my mouth

I gasped for air as they slowly pushed both hard cocks together in my mouth. I gagged so hard I couldn’t believe I was able to do it. I could feel them getting harder as their swollen cocks expanded in my sore saliva filled mouth. They slowly pulled their cocks out, and stroked each other over my face. A massive string of saliva fell on my sore kneecaps. I was sure they would finish in my mouth, but they weren’t even close.

Mario finally untied my belt. I stood up and sandwiched myself between the two sisli escort beautiful men. Mario’s body pushed up against my backside. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my hairy behind. But I was more focused on gently stroking the massive dangling cock in front of me.

We all went on the bed and Mario and his friend pulled my pants down. They took turns slowly flinging their tongues up and down on my tight white underwear, teasing my throbbing tip.

I reached down and popped my chubby cock out. They took turns slowly sucking me, getting my cock as hard as a possible. They gagged harder and harder on me trying to see who could make me moan more.

Mario spread some lube all over my throbbing cock, and slowly squatted down on me. Mario moaned as I squeezed his ass cheeks hard with both hands. I slowly pushed deeper into his tight pink hole.

His friend buried his perfect cock deep into my open mouth. I gagged hard nearly choking on him. Mario pushed his hands hard against my chest and rode me harder and harder.

Mario got off my lubed up swollen cock and got on all fours. His friend slowly pulled his long meaty cock my mouth, dripping my saliva all over my sweaty face. Mario sucked me slowly while his friend teased my swollen balls in and out of his mouth.

Mario and his friend flipped over and lay on their backs. I stroked both their huge cocks slowly in each of my hands. I took turns sucking them off as they kissed each other on their perfect faces. It was hard choosing which massive dangling cock to put inside me. I knew I could handle Mario, but I wasn’t sure about his friend.

Sadly, I was too late. I watched helplessly as he grabbed Mario and bent him over, making him grab the headboard. He grabbed the lube and poured it between Mario’s ass cheeks, and gently pushed inside him.

I pushed my back hard up against the headboard. Mario pushed his ass in the air, and bent into my lap. He continued to suck me while he got fucked by this strong muscle stud.

Mario sucked me faster and faster as his friend grabbed his sides. He was really getting fucked hard! I knew he liked when I did it, but this was so much more intense. Mario looked up and smiled at me, but I grabbed Mario’s head and shoved it back. I made him gag as he got fucked harder from behind.

Mario’s friend suddenly stopped and let out a huge moan. He grabbed Mario’s sides hard, and he slowly pulled his lubed up cock out of Mario. He jerked himself faster and faster, shooting a massive load all over Mario’s smooth naked backside. His warm juicy load went so far it hit my fat sweaty belly.

Mario stopped sucking me off and we took turns licking it off Mario’s backside. His sexy exhausted friend lay on his back his cute tone ass exposed to us. I smiled at Mario we gently stroked each other’s cocks. We slid our lubed up fingers inside his tight hole. He moaned as we took turns pushing our fingers in and out of his tight ass exposed asshole. His friend got up and held escort taksim the headboard sticking his juicy lubed up ass out at us.

We took turns slowly teasing our cocks in and out of him. I grabbed Mario’s ass-cheek tight and kissed him, while he fucked his hot friend from behind. Mario stroked my lubed up cock faster and faster trying to make me finish as he fucked him.

Mario slowly fucked him and gently sucked me off at the same time. I knew was only seconds away. He could taste the pre-cum dripping down into his mouth.

Mario continued to slowly suck me off, while he pulled himself out exposing his friend’s swollen pink hole to me. He stopped sucking and quickly stroked me up and down. Mario kissed me and played with my hairy balls as I quickly I slid in and off him.

I couldn’t take it anymore! I pushed in and shot my warm load deep inside him. I pulled out and shot as second load all over Mario’s open mouth. We took turns eagerly licking my hot load out of his friend’s sore asshole as he held on to the headboard.

Now it was Mario’s turn. Well, also mine. I got in Mario’s favorite position. I grabbed my ankles and pulled towards my hairy sweaty chest.

He gently bit my nipples while slowly sticking his lubed up fingers in and out of my tight hairy ass. He added a bit of lube to his long throbbing tip and gently pushed his cock in me. He was surprised that it fit all the way in daddy this time. He was able to get his whole long cock inside me. I could even feel his massive balls slapping softly against me. Mario had no idea I’d been getting ready for him. I had been using a small blue dildo on myself for a few months loosening my hole for him. I wanted it feel good this time, and wow did it feel amazing!

He bit my nipples hard as he slowly slid his massive lubed up cock in and out of me. He was surprised how easily it slid in time. I was surprised at how amazing it felt. I was surprised at how amazing he felt in his daddy.

He leaned forward and I wrapped my hairy legs around his back. I kissed his soft lips and grabbed his back hard as he fucked me, digging my nails deep into his back.

His exhausted naked friend bounced up and down on the bed seemingly oblivious to hard love making next to him. Mario looked deep into my eyes and kissed me. I felt his warm load explode deep in me as he gently bit my bottom lip.

It was starting to hurt, but it somehow also felt so good. Daddy trained well for him. He didn’t pull out of me. He just stayed on top of me with his rock hard cock still buried inside me. He was hitting spots I could only dream about. My hands caressed his soft smooth backside and we kissed like never before. I gasped and closed my eyes tight, as he slowly pulled out of his daddy.

I put my sweaty legs down and he climbed up on my hairy chest, leaning his exhausted body against me. Mario’s friend cuddled up with us but realized we wanted to be alone. He quickly gathered up his stuff, kissed us both on the lips and left the room.

I kissed Mario on the lips again as his hands stroked my hairy chest. I promised him it was time to take my wife on vacation. Mario smiled and kissed me back, as he pressed his smooth naked body against mine. He knew I’d choose Europe.

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I put on my bathing suit and did my hair and makeup and sauntered next door to Nicole’s house. I proceeded through the gate in the backyard where I knew she would be waiting for me.

“Come over. I’m by the pool. I want you to bury your face in my pussy,” her text message said.

She’d been basically making me be her sex slave for weeks now after she caught me paying for girls to come to my house and have sex with me and decided that I had to continually pleasure her or she was going to tell my husband.

She hadn’t touched me once even though I had constantly had my head between her legs for weeks now. I couldn’t believe the sex drive she had. She wanted it all the time and every time she was alone she wanted me to come over and eat her out and finger her and fuck her with a strap-on. I couldn’t complain. She was so beautiful and so sexy and tasted like heaven.

But, last time I fucked her she told me that I would get something in return next time, so I was waiting and waiting for her to invite me over for one of our sessions. Finally, I received her text message and could hardly handle my excitement. I was immediately dripping at the thought of her tongue and lips on me

I found her laying in a chair by the pool sunning herself. She was wearing just her bikini bottoms and I saw that her fingers were moving around inside of them. Her back was arched and she had her other hand on her breast rubbing it and twisting her nipple as she rubbed her pussy. Her bikini bottoms were soaking wet and she was moaning while she touched herself.

“You started without me,” I smiled at her as I sauntered towards her.

“Mmmm I couldn’t wait. I’m just so wet and want it sooo bad,” she said opening her eyes and coming out of the dream world she was in as she rubbed her pussy.

“I think I can help you with that,” I told her as I got down on my knees in front of her beach chair. I ran my hands up the outside of her thighs around to her ass and pulled her towards me until her gorgeous pussy was just inches from my face.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day. I just want your tongue on me and your fingers in me. I need to cum so bad,” she moaned.

I kissed my way up the inside of her thigh and placed soft kisses over the top of her wet bikini. I licked up the sides of it getting closer and closer to her clit each time. She was whimpering and trying to wriggle her ass around so that my tongue would make contact with taksim escort her clit, but I wasn’t allowing that.

“Stop torturing me,” she whined. “Or you’re not going to get what’s coming to you.”

I didn’t want to lose the chance of having her pleasure me so I quickly pulled off her bikini bottoms and slid my tongue over the top of her sex. I spread her legs, leaned in, and licked my way from the entrance to her pussy up to her clit.

“Ohhh yeah that’s it baby. You know how I like it,” she moaned. She brought her hands up to her breasts and cupped them.

I continued to lick my way from her dripping hole up to her clit in long, slow strokes. She had juices dripping out of her and I was lapping them up while I stroked my tongue up and down her. I stuck my tongue in and out of her, tongue fucking her sweet pussy.

“Ohhhhhh yeah. Ohhh God. Fuck that’s so good,” Nicole screamed.

I started making circles around her clit with my tongue. Slow and light at first and then harder and faster as she moaned louder. I brought my hand up to her and slid one of my fingers into her waiting hole. God she was so tight. I slid a second finger in and the walls of her pussy clenched around my fingers. I started sliding them slowly in and out of her while I made circles around her clit.

“Yes baby ohhh God. You’re gonna make me cum. Fuck me harder,” she moaned.

I twisted my fingers around inside of her and tickled the walls of her pussy. I loved the noise her pussy was making from all the wetness from my fingering. How did I get so lucky to have a girl like this move in next door?

“Oh oh oh ohhhh yesssss. FUCK!” she screamed as her orgasm racked her body. She collapsed back onto her beach chair. I continued to lap at her pussy, cleaning all the juices that were coming out of it. I pulled my fingers out of her and started to lick her sweet nectar off of them.

“I wanna taste it,” Nicole said as she pulled my hands toward her mouth. She seductively looked into my eyes as she sucked my fingers into her mouth, running her tongue over both of them.

“Mmm no wonder you like eating my pussy so much,” she smiled as she licked the last drops of herself off my fingers.

“Come here.” Nicole motioned with her finger for me to come towards her.

I kissed my way up her stomach and licked my way from her belly button up to her tits, stopping to take each of her nipples into beşiktaş escort my mouth. I nibbled on them a little bit and swirled my tongue around them. I grabbed both of her tits and pushed them toward each other and put my face between them, licking and kissing them. I finally kissed up her neck and to her ear.

“What do you want now baby. Tell me what you want,” I whispered to her. I put my lips on her and started giving her long, deep kisses. She wrapped her legs around my body and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me back. She slipped her tongue in my mouth and passionately kissed me. After a few minutes of kissing she pushed me off of her and stood up.

“Lay down,” She demanded. I laid back on the beach chair she was laying in before. She climbed on my lap and continued kissing me. She wrapped her arms around my neck again and I cupped her ass and pulled her in for a deeper kiss. I loved kissing her.

She untied my top and slid that off of me and brought her hands up to my breasts. She kissed down my neck and took one of them in her mouth. I put my hand on the back of her head and pulled her towards it. She bit on my nipple lightly and then swirled her tongue around it, sucking it into her mouth. She sucked on my nipples for a few minutes, which drove me crazy. They were really sensitive, so anytime I had a tongue on them, my pussy started flooding.

She licked her way down my stomach and spread my legs apart. She grabbed my bathing suit bottoms with her teeth and slowly took them off of me.

“Mmm you’re so wet. Do you want me to touch it baby?” she smirked at me.

“Oh God Nicole please? I’ve been wanting it for so long. Don’t make me wait any longer,” I pleaded with her.

She smiled and leaned in towards my pussy and flicked her tongue over my clit.

“Ohhhh God yes,” I moaned. I knew I would cum really quickly. I needed it so bad. Seeing her beautiful mouth on my pussy was going to send me over the edge in a matter of minutes.

She sucked my clit into her mouth and flicked her tongue over it again and again. She finally released it and started making circles over it. She made her way down to my hole and slid her tongue in and out of it. She then started licking from my ass to my clit in long strokes. It was driving me wild. I was writhing all over the place and had my hands in her hair, pulling her face towards me. I started moving my pussy up and etiler escort down over her face. Suddenly, I felt an orgasm building up in my body.

Nicole must’ve sensed it and she started concentrating on my clit, licking faster and faster. She slid a couple of fingers into me and started moving them in and out.

“Ohhhh Nicole yes yes yes don’t stop please make me cum,” I begged.

She made a few more flicks with her tongue over my clit and that was it. My orgasm rocked my body in huge waves and I knew my juices were flooding out of me.

“Ohhhh God yessss Nicole. Oh God ohhhhh ohhhhhhh,” I was screaming.

I let go of the back of her head and laid back. Nicole lapped up all the juices coming out of me and then kissed her way back up my body. She curled up next to me on the beach chair and put her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her and kissed her forehead.

“That was so amazing,” I told her. She started tracing her finger over my breasts while she gazed into my eyes.

She giggled, “Yeah? It seemed like you enjoyed yourself.”

We laid there for a few minutes, kissing and fondling each other. She made her way on top of my lap again and wrapped her arms around my neck again, kissing me passionately. She leaned into my ear and whispered, “I want more.”

She didn’t need to tell me twice. I grabbed her cute little ass and pulled her on top of my face. God she looked so hot on top of me. I slid my mouth directly under her pussy and she lowered onto me. She looked down at me.

“Mmm baby. You want me to ride your face?” She asked me.

I could only nod my head as I started my assault on her. I buried my face in her and attacked her clit with my tongue. I ran my tongue over and over her clit, back and forth and in circles. Her sweet nectar was dripping into my waiting mouth. She was bucking her hips so that her pussy was grinding onto my tongue.

“Ohhhh yes Tammy that’s it. Do you like it when I ride your face? Fuck me with your tongue baby,” she demanded.

I slid my tongue in and out of her sweet pussy again and again. Her nectar just kept pouring into my mouth. She tasted sooo good. I couldn’t get enough of her. I was cupping her cute little ass cheeks and moving her back and forth over my tongue. Finally, she let out a loud scream and I knew she was coming.

“Ohhhhhh Godddddddddd,” she screamed and panted. Another orgasm shot through her body. Her body relaxed and I lapped up all the wetness around her pussy.

She curled back up into my arms and kissed my cheek.

“Was that worth the wait?” she smiled at me.

I smiled back at her with a huge grin and cuddled her closer to me. I kissed her forehead.

“Definitely baby. Definitely.”

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Shari attempted a few times to catch her neighbor at a good time to repay him back for the pleasure she was given, but failed. It only took a few rejections to find out that it was a one time thing. It didn’t help matters that a few weeks later, her neighbor was taken away in handcuffs. As she watched his face dropped while walking to the patrol car, she thought to herself that her ability to release her inhibitions was going with him as well.

It was a few weeks of normal vanilla living as Shari and her husband went back to normal. Shari caught herself a few times looking towards her neighbors house for a sign of life. She even went outside a few times to cool off in the drizzle in her skimpy bikini to try to bait him out. But there was no luck. He was gone. The newspaper told her he was busted for distribution of a controlled substance and was locked up for fifteen years. Shari’s loins hurt for more than her husband’s quickies.

Shari spent her free time volunteering at the library to pass the time and to meet new friends. Mostly she spent her time filing away books back on shelves. There had been times that she caught herself looking at the cute guys and cute girls walking in. Shari’s own sexual tension was getting harder and harder to control. Most days, even pushing herself to three orgasms with her trusty vibrator didn’t help the situation. In Shari’s mind, she thought that she would never get pushed again.

One day, she walked into her back yard where the lawn chair sat and sat down just to relax. The sight of a small boat caught her attention. As she walked over to the fence, she noticed the boat a little closer. It was a normal small passenger boat. Blue awning and blue trim covered it. It also wasn’t until she looked toward the bow of the boat that she noticed as she got sprayed with the aksaray escort garden hose that it was getting cleaned.

“I am sooo sorry,” a male voice said as Shari closed her eyes and opened them to clear them. A dark Latino with short black hair stood before her. He wore a pair of skimpy khaki shorts and a pair of blue sandals. Shari was stunned. As he kept mouthing words, Shari’s mind was somewhere else, imagining Latino cock pounding her desperate pussy. A sharp yell from the Latino hunk caught her attention.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I was quite distracted.” She smiled at him and was rewarded with a sleek toothy grin from him. The sound of someone coming from the house caught her attention. Both looked as this blond walked towards them. Shari saw her shoulder length blond hair and how it cascaded over her ample rack. Her hips were tiny which struck Shari as odd. But she was cute. As she slipped her hand around the Latino hunk, she spoke.

“Did Tony spray you with the hose?” Her expression was part smirk, part smile as her smile broke into a gentle laugh which Tony joined in before Shari started. Tony then introduced his wife Mychelle to Shari. Shari took her hand and shook it gently before Mychelle asked if she wanted a beer. When Shari accepted, Mychelle went back in the house while Tony and Shari chatted a little. Their conversation started drifting towards the boat more as Mychelle waked back out with a few cold beers in hand. They started talking more until Shari heard her husband pull up. As they exchanged pleasantries, Mychelle invited Shari to go with them to the lake the next weekend. Mychelle even said to invite her husband if she wanted. Shari let them know that she would tell them the next day and ran off before her husband got too far into the house.

Shari and her husband escort bayan talked that night about the next door neighbor’s offer. Her husband let her know that she was able to go, but he was stuck on his shifts that weekend and that he needed his rest. In a way, Shari wasn’t surprised. Her husband wasn’t much of a weekend person anyway. As Shari laid down that night again without any sign of interest from her hubby, she thought about Tony and how he looked. She started imagining his package and what he could possibly do with it. As she started thinking more and more about Tony, the vibrator that was buzzing her pussy suddenly died because the batteries went out. Shari started cursing to herself as she headed towards the kitchen to get a few more. As she opened the drawer, she looked out the window to see Tony on his boat. There was a light on and it looked like Tony was undressed.

Shari attempted to look better and thought she heard the sounds of Mychelle screaming. Looking a little forward of where Tony was, she saw a head of blond hair thrashing about. Mychelle was on her hands and knees and Tony was taking her from behind. Shari could barely hear the words Mychelle was saying, but she could see how Tony was gripping Mychelle on her ass and pounding her. It wasn’t long until Shari saw Tony pulling out and spraying a healthy dose of cum all over her wonderful tone ass. Shari found her fingers exploring her wetness as they performed in front of her until she had a healthy climax. She then found her way back to her bed and fell asleep.

The next morning, she awoke to find herself underneath her husband as he started trying to pound her pussy with his half hardened erection. After thinking for a moment, she imagined it was Tony fucking her instead. The mental switch helped her pussy to become escort wetter and allowed his prick to stiffen before entering her. The total fucking time was only like three minutes, but her husband’s measly sperm deposit barely did anything for her pussy. As he rolled over and began to snore, she snuck off into the living room with her vibrator and attempted to get herself off. It didn’t take long before her pussy began to quiver as the vibrations began to work closer to her spot. As she began to allow her mouth to open and let the moans come forth, there was a ring of the doorbell.

Shari absentmindedly went straight for the door unaware that she was still naked from the night before until she opened the door and saw Mychelle standing there. Mychelle’s eyes scanned Shari’s nude form and noticed the vibrator in her hand still showing moisture. It was then Mychelle walked in and pushed Shari against the wall and began to kiss her as her hand found a nipple and began to twist it. Shari’s lips opened more and their tongues began to rub against each other as Mychelle’s hand found its way to Shari’s sopping pussy. Mychelle inserted one finger inside and Shari’s moan went straight into Mychelle’s mouth as they continued kissing. Mychelle pulled back, asking if her husband was home. When Shari nodded yes, they proceeded to the couch where Mychelle grabbed a sheet nearby and began to tie it around Shari’s head to make a gag for her mouth in an effort to keep her quiet.

Mychelle then made a beeline for Shari’s pussy as her tongue dove deep inside and began to lick around. Her eyes looked up and saw Shari begin to thrash about as she struggled to keep quiet. Mychelle then wet her finger and reached underneath to slide it through Shari’s anus when she realized how tight Shari was there. As she eased it inside her, Shari erupted with orgasm and covered Mychelle’s face with her juice. It took a moment for Shari to calm down before she reached up and undid her gag. Shari then told Mychelle she was going that weekend with them before they exchanged kisses again.

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The cold was paramount on his body, his feet almost stuck to the ice on the ground, almost preventing him moving his naked body to keep it warm. The darkness was only kept at bay from the candles on the rock side, allowing him to observe the vastness of the gates in front of him. His heart was beating fast despite being frozen. As if by magic another naked person appeared, then another. Something silenced them all, although all of them were thinking the same.

“Where were they?” was the mutter from many.

Maxwell had an idea, although he did not wish to believe it as he stood there, simply waiting and covering his dignity up.

More appeared. Still completely silent. He looked around and saw that there were young and old amongst them. He swore he spotted that outspoken anti lgbt politician in the growing crowd too. A woman with the biggest tits he’d ever seen and a skinny twink, next to a hot model. The crowd was growing, heating up the area but only slight.

Suddenly he spotted a guy he knew from college in the crowd. Maxwell’s main bully, he was the most vicious boy in the entire college. Maxwell was a little confused what was happening, some looked frightened, others as confused as he was. He looked over at the guy he knew and saw fear had overtaken his face.

Maxwell was a good kid, if this was where he thought he was then he knew the only reason he had landed up in this position was because of his sexuality. He always stood proud of who he was, despite still being a nineteen-year-old virgin. His biggest regret was not losing his virginity. However, what confused him the most was how he had landed here tonight. He couldn’t remember anything of the past few hours, certainly not passing away.

Suddenly the gates began to open and the ice below their feet began to melt. A few fell into the vastness below and the flames encased them. Everyone began to move quickly through the gates has others fell. Screams could be heard both from the ones that were unlucky and the ones from inside the gates already.

Maxwell looked above him and glanced at the size of the entrance alone. The sky was a mixture of grey, black, silver and a little red, not dissimilar to the Northern lights, only with a sinister overtone. It left him desperately uncomfortable. He then noticed something flying above from the distance as they descended, they looked no more than crows or even vultures hovering, but Maxwell was aware they were more sinister than that. His heart sank further.

Slowly the flying Beasts descended downwards as the masses moved forward. The heat was making him sweat now. It was strange how he had become so hot so quickly.

He watched has the skinny twink was suddenly picked up by the balls and being slapped against some rocks by one of the flyers.

Swooped up by a beast twice the size of the biggest body builder that Maxwell had ever seen in the magazines he had stashed under his bed. With jet black skin glistening and layers of muscle. The outlined body of a man yet not altogether human and their faces were a mixture of dragon and dog.

The twink had no clue that his capture had beautiful wings the size of a two-man plane but with a beauty about them. All scaled like a reptile. Then a red one swooped down a grabbed the model. Hysteria then set into the crowd and people ran in all directions. Some fell and were crushed by the stampede. The anti lgbt politician was next to go and it continued as people moved inside.

Suddenly in front of Maxwell a flyer landed. Only this one was white in colour and more human features. The flyer looked directly at Maxwell and began to speak in an ancient tongue, but to his surprise he understood every word. It was as though it was embedded inside of him. The flyer was calming and kind towards Max.

“Maxwell Florence, you need to come with me, you are not to stay here. But first you must place this round your neck.”

It was a collar made of a metal he had never seen. Has the beast passed the collar to the boy he felt the Beasts hands were soft, silk like. The collar simply said visitor, the beast smiled and confirmed “you are not to stay; it will protect you.” The beast gazed at the boy with a less hostile look. “I am here to show you what will happen to that bully, mount yourself on my back and we will go, hang on tight the flames of hell are below us.”

“Yes sir,” Maxwell spoke in tongues and in what he thought was an appropriate way. He straddled on the back of the beast, feeling it’s silk like skin against his youthful body. Little did Maxwell knew the collar had changed; the collar now read faggot. It didn’t change the fact he wouldn’t be staying and that he was protected from the evil in the valley of death below.

“I don’t wish to alarm you, but I will make the ride comfy and safe for you.”

At that point he felt something insert inside his virgin hole, he moaned uncontrollably. The beast chuckled knowing this happened each time such boys are summoned for witnesses, although he was aware that the handle type natural hook had secured the boy as well bursa escort as delivering the natural submissive pleasure.

Soon he noticed the flight of the other Beasts. Some white like the one he was on with their charge on their back in comfort. Others red grey green and black. Some of the Beasts passengers were in their arms, others weren’t so lucky being dragged by their genitals or by the thick chains round their necks.

“Listen!” the beast told Maxwell, so he did, only to hear the cries of the fallen being dragged through hell.

Maxwell spotted the model again. His neck had a thick iron round it, his tits had big tit rings through them and his wrists round his back, his legs were stretched over the back of the beast, with his ankles in shackles joining to the legs of the beast by chains and the Beasts own shackles. He also had something up his ass too, only it was far bigger than the one inside Maxwell. Maxwell got the impression that it wasn’t at all pleasant due to the scales on the Beasts back and the look on the models face through a ball gag that truly looked like an eyeball, looking out at the journey ahead.

He looked directly at Maxwell. They both seemed to have understood each other’s predicament. Very different in many ways. Maxwell knew he would be leaving. The model, Alf would never have such an escape.

Such different futures, however, one simple thing did unite them both. They both sported hard-ons dripping with pre cum.

“He sold his sole for a charmed life, so he will serve to the end of eternity to the demon that he made a deal with,” he paused “he will serve him well, I’m sure”, the charge laughed, “may that be a lesson to you” chuckling once again as they swung in another direction.

“Hell is vast, imagine if it was a planet, it would be a million times the size of earth, with layer upon layer. It is on a different plain and cannot be compared to anything humans understand, with port holes throughout and caves, valleys, dungeons, caverns and castles and even natural amphitheatres where the fallen are punished for the enjoyment of millions of demons. It is untrue that demons are pure evil, but simply the jailors of evil.”

Maxwell shuddered at that thought alone. The charge hovered and told the boy to look down. He witnessed something that reminded him what he envisaged what the eye of the storm to be like. Every so often he saw a black charge exit or enter the darkness. Sometimes with a human on their back, others being dragged and often with the flying charges leaving with no humans in tow.

“This is the entrance to the darkest part of hell, it’s where the evillest beings are kept and tortured for eternity,” the charge told Maxwell “Napoleon, Hitler, Fred Phelps are amongst its residence”, as they hovered. He saw the twink being dragged in by his balls, by the charge he saw him with earlier. His head shaved and a thick iron collar round his neck, with a bell on a ring through his nose and two others through his tits. His cock itself encased in metal, never to get hard again, like most in this Godless place. He looked more like an animal and not a human.

“There was a horrific massacre last night and the culprit always get this treatment,” the charge didn’t say another word.

The flyer then began moving again. At a slow speed at first but soon speeding up. Slowly slowing as they reached to an area that looked like caves. “Break time,” the flying beast told him, they entered a cave, allowing Maxwell to dismount and the boy felt the thing that was sticking into his ass keeping him secure shrink as he dismounted the charge, but the affect was his small cock was hard. There he stood looking at the charge’s dragon like face, sporting a hard cock and his collar that read his true self.

The cave was lit up with candles like the entrance, but the cave walls looked odd to Maxwell. “Take a closer look,” the charge edged the boy on.

Although the rockface was stone it was extremely rugged. Then Maxwell gasped in the realisation of the truth. The rock face was made from the bodies of the fallen. All with collars that had their sin on. All fixed half in the stone. Their eyes wide and mouths open. A couple were women and their tits stuck out; the rest of their bodies vanished in the rockface. The male’s cocks and balls looked like stone, but their cocks extended and ran deep into the ground like a pipe. Even closer Maxwell thought the people were alive. He spotted more than one with thick white juice running from their mouths and looks of shame and horror on all their faces.

Apart from one, a teen boy his own age. He had a look of content on his face, as though he had chosen to be there.

Suddenly from behind he heard a commotion, he turned to see a beast landing, dragging a man behind him, then chucking him towards were Maxwell stood. He looked up at the boy with fear on his face. It was the politician; Maxwell couldn’t help but to smirk in distain.

“Crawl!” the man’s charge shouted at him, not so kind as his own charge. Maxwell altıparmak escort moved to one side. As his charge kindly placed his hands on his shoulder for comfort, knowing what would soon take place. The fallen man’s charge looked at Maxwell and simply said “faggot” reading his collar “you’ll like this!” he implied.

The fallen man had a thick iron collar round his neck his tits heavy ringed and chained. The charge then picked up the man and slung him to the wall as though he was a sack of potatoes. The man reeled in pain as he hit the rockface and then suddenly his body was encased in the stone. His mouth open and his dick now set-in stone extended itself like the others Maxwell had seen, like pipe. The boy looked at the beast.

“He still can feel everything, every second of eternity, serving charges and demons,”

“Serving?”

“Watch!”

Maxwell’s beast then inserted his cock into the fallen man’s mouth and relieved himself. The look on the politician’s face said everything. Maxwell was half shocked and half amused. The politician would serve as a urinal for eternity, and he was certain as a fuck hole too.

Maxwell took a closer look at the boy his own eyes and believed there was pleading in his eyes. He believed the boy was there because he craved this eternal life. Soon they took off again. As they left, he looked back to witness the politicians charge fucking his cock harshly in the loser’s upper hole.

Flying through the depths of hell was unnerving, yet Maxwell felt the importance of such an eternal prison.

The politician was full of hate for others. That is why he was there. It was full of lies that caused others pain. That was why he was there. He was a bad man.

The beast soon arrived at their destination.

It was a dungeon. Like none on earth.

The gates were made of the same iron as round some of the fallen soul’s collars. The truth was even if they escaped, they wouldn’t get far so Maxwell decided the gates must be for aesthetic purposes. On both side of the gates stood a creature, and both looked hideous with the look of gargoyles. Both spoke in a creepy way, as though they were wanting to grope the boy. The charge spoke to them viciously and they were silenced but it didn’t stop Maxwell to shrug, caused by the unpleasant thought of them taking advantage of him.

It felt as the charge had read his mind, “long as you wear your collar, you won’t be touched. It is made from a heavenly metal that isn’t available here.” Maxwell felt relieved. The charge looked at him directly and smiled “unlike your school friend,” the charge giggled and then they continued to fly down a long corridor. Maxwell could hear shrieks from cells. He could hear someone or least something having sex. Soon they arrived in a vast room, as large as a cathedral. In the centre there was a vast fireplace over the top was a spit with a half-eaten carcass of something large.

Maxwell dismounted again.

“We don’t just deal with earthlings,” the charge informed him, “We deal with every creature in the known universe,” he then needed to speed up the boy, “come quickly now.”

Maxwell scurried behind him as they walked into another room. The room was light, unlike anywhere else he had seen in hell. He screwed up his eyes as they adjusted, and the charge began to explain far more.

“This is the dungeon demon’s own quarters, he overseas this part of hell. It is intended to frustrate the fallen who dwell here. There are several entrances into these dungeons and no real exit.”

Maxwell realised his eyes were adjusting.

“Demons, servants and charges reside here, they take pleasure in the frustration and often vile disgust of its residents. As you can see there is a porthole above to earth. It shines the light in the room, the dwellers here sigh in knowing how close to freedom they are and yet they know they are not to experience life again. Hell as many entrances and only the demons can leave. Even the charges or Demon servants cannot return, not without a Demon at least.”

“Return?”

“Oh yes, I was once human, in the twelfth century, I sold my sole to a Demon of evil and vanity who changed my looks, I was instantly burnt on the stake for Witchcraft and within days of my deal I was serving a Demon for eternity. I served her well.” Maxwell looked puzzled.

“What’s wrong, did you think evil was pure masculine? No, it can reside in all. Some more than others.” the charge sighed. “She was vanquished in Europe in the Witch trials and then after that I became a charge, and they gave me this hideous body, that’s what usually happens, although some of her servants became residents.”

My body changed but because I had a kind heart, I became a white charge, ensuring visitors like yourself a safe journey through hell.

Maxwell gasped at the sight he could now see.

Directly in front of him was a throne made of a metal he thought was gold but studded with diamonds.

Each side there where three rings fastened to the chair of gentry and görükle escort three steps downwards. Attached to the rings were three servants, all humans, as young has himself with beautiful bodies on all fours like regal dogs or lions on the other side there were just two dogs and a third ring in place but not with a servant. All five were beautiful creatures but acted like pets. Naked fine Beasts of pleasure, beautiful bottoms rounded with perfection. There cocks throbbing and leaking thick pre cum. All five collars were marked with the word bitch on them. They were in essence animals. All five wore wooden bit gags attached to head braces, some had lines of a cane on their bodies, clearly recent due to the fading freshness.

On the regal throne sat the demon king of the dungeons. A beautiful beast, no one would have thought a being residing in hell would be so handsome. He was twice the size of the largest of charges he had seen, with blond hair and demon horns preceding from his forehead with the most perfect body. He looked like an enlarged surfer with muscles and abs. Between his legs was the largest cock and balls Maxwell could imagine but in proportion to the rest of his body. He saw Maxwell and stood up to walk towards him and his charge.

“Maxwell, I’ve been expecting you,” as he got closer, he began to shrink, and his face started to change. His horns resided into his scalp. He was in proportion to Maxwell now with a more human face and charm about him. Maxwell’s mouth opened. He was the perfect man to him, although he wasn’t so perfect, being a demon and all.

“I have the ability to change shape into any animal and look how I wish. I also can read your desires,” he smiled as he changed his look slightly with a larger chest and blue eyes, a more bronzed skin and even a more toned body.

He winked at the boy “Do you want me Boy?” he truly did, but his mind told him to resist “No sir,” Maxwell shook his head.

“Oh, it’s OK it doesn’t affect your status, selling your sole is more complexed than that, it would simply be sex, these bitches will tell you the contracts are explained well, no gimmicks it’s all explained with no tricks, or the dark lord as us demons sent to the deepest dungeons and it’s not pretty for demons, as we become humans, or at least part humans”, he smiled and then changed the subject.

“You can become a servant if you wish!” He half joked but he was on the lookout for a sixth, as his sixth bitch had been vanquished sometime in the 1800s by a white witch.

“No” the boy smiled, looking at the demon’s perfection. He was in awe of the demon’s body though.

The boy waited for the demon to take his eyes off him. Instead, the demon leant forward and felt the boy’s tits.

” Do you know why your here faggot?”

Maxwell had let the label of faggot go over his head, once again and then he shook his head, “not really sir” he paused, “I understand it’s to witness something to do with my bully”.

“It is indeed, but he’s not arrived yet”. Maxwell looked confused, “oh you don’t know do you, any new residents are sent for fittings of chains and there was a delay on his because of a que, plus he pissed himself and his charge forced him to lick it up” the demon laughed, “apparently someone told him this dungeon is no more than a gay brothel,” he laughed again.

“Come”, the demon gently pulled Maxwell along, “Sit with me on my throne, it’s OK I’m forbidden to harm you or take advantage of you, you are free to leave, if you wish. I have a feeling you won’t though.”

As they approached the throne, the demon began to grow to be able to be seated. He then gently picked up Maxwell and was seated.

Maxwell saw the regal essence of the room. He noticed that his charge had his head bowed and on his knees with his legs spread. It was clear the charge was nothing but a servant like the five bitches.

“When you leave, if you ever wish to become my sixth servant bitch then wish me to surface and I will.”

The demon was touching the boy all over feeling him up, including his ass. The boy was moaning and pushed himself backwards and closer.

The demon kissed him passionately “would you like to suck my cock?” the demon asked as he reduced his size again “I can be the size you wish”, he told the boy going down to the size he knew Maxwell would like. Maxwell turned to face the demon and saw his hard cock.

Both boy and demon were horny as hell. It didn’t take long for Maxwell to have a nice size cock in his mouth. The demon was holding his head down onto his cock. The boy was as natural at sucking as his moans suggested. “You were born a faggot, boy” the demon gasped as he felt the boy’s hole up with his large hand as he pushed the head down on the boy, the boy was in heaven, trying to keep his head and not beg the demon to make him his was hard. The demon moved the boys head slight so he could see who had entered the room.

At both sides of his bully was two of the sexiest girls the bully had ever fucked. He thought he was in heaven, both where feeling his body and his cock was hard, he had an unfortunate Prince Albert through it with a spike on the end. He was smirking as he saw who the cocksucker was, despite his collar reading whore and his own tit rings and nose ring to match, his head was shaven into a mohawk & dyed his least favourite colour purple. He looked ridiculous.

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The night light and the light from under the bathroom door, cast a dim eerie glow over the room. It appeared brighter after my eyes got use to the dark, but I still felt like an intruder. The curtains were closed, and I could hear the rain falling, no, bombarding the pavement outside. I had driven here in the downpour, making the trip longer than expected.

Earlier, as planned, the door was left unlocked, so I walked in. I took in the well-appointed room before walking over to the bed.

I was instructed to strip naked and get on the bed. It made me feel cheap and I didn’t like that feeling. These desires I’m working through, have me confused, but looking down at someone, that’s not right. I’m here though, so I agreed to comply.

I moved slowly, hanging my shirt over the back of the chair, and slipping my undershirt over my head. Sitting down, I took off my shoes and socks, sitting for a minute catching my breath. This was a crazy thing I was doing.

When I came in, I heard the shower running, and knew I had to hurry up. At this rate, I won’t be on the bed when he comes out.

I stood up, unbuckled my belt, and unbuttoned my jeans. Immediately they fell to the floor making more noise than I wanted. I sat down again and removed each leg. My briefs were last and I slipped my hand under the waistband and dropped them to my knees. With a slight wiggle, they dropped to the floor and I stepped out of them. My cock was getting hard, something I had hoped wouldn’t happen, but standing there naked, was getting to me.

I came around the right side of the bed and noticed several items on the nightstand. There were towels, tissues, lube, and something I didn’t expect a vibrator and a dildo.

The vibrator looked to be about six inches, smooth and tapered to a respectable width at the base. However, the eight-inch dildo was a black, eight-inch penis and thick. I knew his cock intimately and figured it was closer to the six-inch vibrator, maybe a touch longer. Picking it up, I twisted the base. It came to life with surprisingly strong vibes.

Although I didn’t expect these two items, I knew where they were going. The black one had me worried. After all, I’ve only had his cock up my ass, and that had not been a problem.

I climbed up on the right side of the bed, closest to the window. I was a bit uneasy as I laid there in the quiet.

Taking one last glance at the eight-inch dildo, I turned and laid on my right side, my back facing the edge of the mattress. I put a pillow under my head and sank into the blush comforter. I could smell his cologne on the pillow.

I extended my left leg, raising it toward my chest, tilting my body towards the mattress. I glanced over my back to see how I looked.

I lay in the near dark contemplating the night ahead, listening to the rain and the sounds of people coming in from a busy day, heading for their respective rooms. Sometimes they are loud, making me smile. What would they think if they knew what was going down in this room tonight?

ONE WEEK AGO

The text came in today, surprising me. It’s been over three months since I left his motel room, confused by what had happened. When driving home, I could feel a slight soreness from the fucking he gave me. However, I enjoyed the evening; it was one of the strongest orgasms I’d ever experienced. The thought of it arousing me as I drove. I never forgot the feeling of being penetrated, but I squelched it, determined to move away from these desires.

His text was brief.

‘Hey, back in town this Friday. Thinking about getting together. Come by Saturday night about 9:00 PM, the new motel’s address is below.’

There was no pretense in that message. It unnerved me, but I replied.

‘What a surprise, didn’t think I’d hear from you again.’ Then immediately added, ‘Saturday night is doable.’

I had promised myself not again, but I didn’t even hesitate to agree. His message brought back the memories and caused a feeling to spread through my groin, churning my balls.

It didn’t take long for him to answer.

‘Good, I will be out with the team, but should be back in time. I’ll be in the shower. The door will be set so it doesn’t lock. No need for conversation, you know the drill. Come in, strip, get on the bed, and wait for me. I’ve got everything we need.’

I didn’t reply but was strangely feeling owned.

What does he think I am, or maybe I should ask, ‘what am I?’ My quest to understand the pleasure men received from sucking cock, backfired. I gave him head and it turned me on. What troubled me is I let him fuck me. I had no intension of being fucked, and thought I had it under control. However, Troy was a master at seduction. I should have objected when he turned me on my stomach, but I didn’t.

Even though thoughts escort bursa of the experience excited me, I didn’t look for sex with other men. I was afraid of it and didn’t want it to escalate into something I couldn’t control.

Now in the dim quietness, I’m naked and waiting for him.

I heard the shower turn off. Soon after, the bathroom door opened with a short blast of white light, before he quickly turned it off. The room went dark again, but the night light slowly began to overcome it. I could make out his figure walking towards the bed. I assumed he got a good look at me when the light filled the room but if so, he didn’t say anything.

I could only see Troy’s silhouette until he came closer. Even in the dim light, I saw he was holding his cock, slowly jerking it. He stopped at the foot of the bed, and I wondered what he was thinking, but he didn’t say a word.

I lost sight of him when he walked around the right side of the bed. The mattress sank as he sat down on the edge. He didn’t touch me for a few minutes and I couldn’t help wondering what he was doing. I felt a breeze when he moved and put his hand behind my left knee. I involuntarily shook at his touch. He slowly moved up the back of my leg until his hand reached my ass. He brushed over it, feeling me up.

Troy’s hand moved down to my crotch where he could get a grip of both cheeks at once, kneading and massaging me. A finger worked its way down towards my asshole. Though dry, he patiently worked it in. It felt good.

For ten minutes, Troy massaged my ass, as his finger moved in and out of me. He would flex it inside me until I thought my head would explode.

“Damn,” I moaned out.

“You’re in rare form tonight, Kev. I thought I’d have to work you up to get at that ass.”

“It’s your fault.”

“So, you turned the corner?” Troy asked.

“I wouldn’t say I turned a corner, but I enjoyed the last time, why pretend?”

“You’re so anxious, I should make you work for it.”

“Work for it? I don’t understand.”

“You made me jump through hoops to fuck you, remember?”

At the same time, he asked, his hand left my ass taking his finger with it. It was disappointing.

I turned and laid on my back and looked at Troy. I suddenly felt vulnerable and understood what he had already figured out. I wanted him, wanted his attention, wanted his cock. I wanted him to play with my ass, to open me up and fuck the hell out of me. I suddenly knew just how bad this experiment had backfired. I wasn’t going to recover.

“Troy, listen, I don’t know what you think, but don’t embarrass me.”

“I don’t want to embarrass you, but we both know you’re a hot little bitch. You were moaning with just my finger up your ass.”

Troy grabbed my cock, “Let’s not pretend anymore, ok? Let’s just get down to business.”

Defeated, I looked at him and sheepishly said, “I get it,” and went to turn back on my side.

Troy took hold of my shoulder and stopped me from turning. I was on my back again. ‘I want you to watch me use that ass of yours,’ was all he said. He took hold of my legs and put some space between them.

Troy picked up the lube and spread some on his middle finger. Clipping the cap, he returned it to the night stand, and turned his attention to me. His hand went to my crotch and without effort, his finger entered me. He was in deep and started to flick my prostate.

“You’re going to do this to me again?”

Troy smiled and said, “it’s a matter of control.”

It worked the last time and it was the same now. He kept it up watching me squirm and grunt, until I almost busted, then smiled and withdrew his finger.

He reached for the vibrator and lubrication, and looking at me, flipped the cap off and applied a decent size dollop on the tip. He brought the vibrator down between my legs, spread my ass with his fingers and put the tip of it at my entrance. That’s where he stopped.

“Do you want it,” Troy asked.

Don’t judge me guys, what would you have done. Do you really think at that point I could say ‘no.’ I was so damn horning, I wanted to feel it.

“I’m waiting, tell me what you want.” Troy said with that victory grin on his face.

I caved in, “Troy, just do it. Fuck, I’m horny.”

Troy slowly pushed it into me. As it enter me, a moan escaped, and I pushed my ass down to get it in quickly. I could feel the tapered shaft slowly widening my asshole. It wasn’t painful so I enjoyed the sensation as I opened up. When the pushing stopped, I assumed it was in me. I felt the first vibrations, slow at first but gaining as he turned the dial. He kept moving it around inside me, which only intensified the effect.

“I can see you like that,” Troy said.

I was in such a state, it was hard for me to answer. Troy started fucking me with that vibrating beauty, constantly edging me.

“That feels good,” I replied.

He fucked me for what felt like fifteen minute or more, before pulling it bursa yabancı escort out and turning it off. I could still feel it vibrating inside of me as I laid there wondering what’s next. I really didn’t care, well, maybe a little.

When my thoughts return to Troy, I noticed he had grabbed the large black dildo. He held it in front of me as he lubed it up, making sure I could see it. He looked up at me waiting for me to say something, so I did.

“I didn’t sign up for this, and anyway, the only thing I thought you wanted was a blowjob and to fuck. I’m surprised you like to play around, you just seemed to straight.”

“I thought you like to ‘experiment,” Troy replied, “and, to answer your question, playing with ass, I get a kick out of it, especially when they like their ass played with. It’s foreplay Kev, makes you long for a fucking.”

“Really? I never would have guessed. When I saw the sex toys on the night stand, I had to wonder. Sure, I love messing around, but getting fucked with that thing is not a good idea.”

“Well, if you don’t try, we’ll never know,” Troy said.

“I’ve gone along with everything you wanted, included letting you fuck me. Tonight, I let you use that vibrator on me. What’s wrong with me?”

“You loved it,” Troy said.

“Maybe I did, but I don’t want my asshole destroyed.”

“You know Kev, you’re the one that wanted this. You’re the one moaning when I finger your butt, and, anyway, it won’t destroy your ass.”

“Fuck you, it wasn’t my idea to do anal, and what the fuck do you mean, ‘it won’t ‘?”

“Yeah sure. You come and want to suck my dick. You lay between my legs, hungry as hell, and swallow my cock. I have to look down an see your bubble butt shaking while you’re sucking me,” Troy added, “If you want to suck a cock dry, you damn well want it in your ass too.”

This argument was making me weary. While we went back and forth, Troy kept jerking that thing in front of me.

After a few quiet moments, Troy said, “listen Kev, I understand, but while you bitch, I think you’re turned on by the thought.”

“No way, just no way. Let’s just fuck and forget about it.”

Troy smiled and said, “by the way, it won’t destroy you, but I’ll tell you what, let me try something.” He put down the dildo but held on to the lube. He raised his left hand and brought all his fingers together, tucking his thumb under the other four. He look at me to see if I understood what he was doing, But I missed the point until he started lubricating the wedge his fingers formed; he stopped, looked at me and waited.

“What?” I said.

“If I get three inches in, it’s the same as the thickness of the dildo, but this way it’s tapered. If you’re ok, we can use the dildo,” Troy said as he lowered his hand between my legs.

“Why won’t you drop this, it’s crazy.”

I was still laying on my back and hadn’t moved since he worked me over with the vibrator. I was so damn confused, I didn’t say anything and the silence dragged on, uncomfortably long. My problem was, he had edged me to a point that I couldn’t come down, I wanted to bust and was still fucking horny. My gaze returned to Troy. We locked eyes as his fingers pushed between my mounds and found my asshole.

Troy’s fingers worked to open me up, getting a start. He began pushing his hand into me. It didn’t hurt, even when he twisted his hand, but it felt weird. It didn’t take long before I could feel the stretching, followed by some mild discomfort.

“Doing good, right?” Troy asked.

“What should I say? Got your way. Does it matter?” I sarcastically replied. The truth was, I was doing ok, and damn if I wasn’t beginning to get into it. Troy reached a point where my asshole was pushing back. He countered with three strong thrusts while twisting his hand.

I could feel my asshole stretch more than I thought possible. Along with it came a blinding pain. I slammed my legs closed and pushed myself against the headboard. Although my legs captured Troy’s arm when they closed up, he managed to keep his fingers firmly planted in me.

“FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, oh shit, oh, shit. Stop it, oh shit,” I yelled. I couldn’t believe the pain coursing through me. I thought it would never stop and if it lasted longer, I’d most likely pass out. By now my legs were trembling and I was moving all kind of ways to get away from the pain. “Troy, stop it, stop it, damn you,” with eyes wild, I kept yelling at him. The wedge, his fingers made, remained buried in my ass.

“Quiet Kevin, you’ll wake up the whole floor. Just hold on, it will pass.”

“Bullshit, it’s fucking killing me, damn it hurts,” I yelled. I had backed up as far as I could and my legs were once again wide apart in an effort to relieve the pain. I couldn’t wiggle Troy’s fingers out of me, I was pinned and it hurt. I stretched out one leg then the other, almost kicking to dislodge the wedge in my ass, however, in my frenzy, I began to notice the pain subsiding. bursa escort Over the next thirty seconds, the pain was virtually gone. I relaxed and calmed down, laying there halfway up the headboard, legs apart, looking at Troy’s smile.

“doin’ better now?” Troy asked.

“Are you crazy, that was extreme,” I said, “why didn’t you stop when I asked you too?” I was out of breath and sat there without moving, trying to gain my composure. Troy, on the other hand, was looking down at my crotch, examining the results. I could feel his fingers were still in place and according to the stretched feeling that remained, I was still substantially pegged. I sat there against the headboard. Looking down I could see Troy’s arm between my open legs.

“Calm down Kevin, I got up to my knuckles, you did it. I think if I had pushed once more, my hand would have gone in.”

“That would have finished me,” I replied.

How awkward it was. Neither of us made a move, as the moments went by. There was no pain now, even if Troy moved his hand or twisted it just a little, to get more comfortable. The intimacy of his hand almost inside me, caused an excitement to slowly build in me.

“I can’t keep my hand in this position, my fingers are cramping up,” Troy said as his wedged fingers came out of me. He sat back and rubbing his fingers, said, “told you. Admit it, I know there was pain, but it’s part of the game, even the pleasure.”

I didn’t answer right away. Yes, it was painful, but I did feel a rush as he crammed into me, and I enjoyed my asshole being stretched. I’m really fucked up and couldn’t deny anything. I was hooked on all this weird shit. I looked up at Troy. His eyes bore into me and he was holding the dildo again. I’ve fought the escalation of our affair but not so successfully. These fetishes he introduced me too where turning me on.

I asked a stupid question, “Is that what you want to do?”

“Now you’re talking,” was all Troy said.

I reached down and wrapped my arms around my legs, spreading them, and pulling them back to my chest. I might as well do this right.

I felt that log at my asshole.

The dildo had a cut tip that wasn’t tapered, but it didn’t matter, I knew I could manage it.

Bracing my legs, relaxing my sphincter, I was ready. Troy positioned the dildo and started to push. I could feel the size of it. There was approximately two inches from the tip of the gland to the ridge, so my ass would have to adjust immediately.

Troy said, “Your asshole is really stretched.”

“Yeah, I can feel it.”

“Looks hot as hell though.” Troy said. I could tell, he was hungry, his eyes exposing the pleasure and excitement he felt.

As he increased the pressure, it surprised me that the pain returned, but much less severe. I winched but looked at him and nodded. I finally felt the ridge of the cock pop into me, my eyes going wide as I looked at Troy and my asshole wrapped around the head of the dildo.

What a sensation as the thick veiny penis slid up my ass. I couldn’t get over the pleasurable feeling that seemed to shake me to the bone. I grunted at the continuing invasion. My asshole had to be stretched to the limit. I could tell it was in me, pushing my insides around making room for itself. Troy started fucking me with it, long seven-inch thrusts. Every time he backed it out, I wanted it back in and groaned loudly as he did. I swayed and humped, grunting, and groaning as he fucked me with it.

Because of its thickness, I began to feel the friction on my asshole, it was getting sore. I knew that if he kept it up much longer, it would be a problem and would end the night quickly.

“Troy, I love it, but my ass is getting sore.”

“I figured it would. I’m surprised you lasted this long,” Troy said as he reluctantly pulled it out, “anyway, I got an early morning, so we should get down to fucking.”

I didn’t reply, just laid there waiting on Troy. He set the dildo on the nightstand. I tilted my head to look at it, in a different light.

Troy, climbing on the bed, brought me back to the present.

He positioned himself between my legs. That’s a first, fucking me missionary style. I thought he would flip me over.

Troy sported a raging hard on, all his playing must have worked him up.

Having let my legs go, I laid there with them spread, knees bent. He moved in between them and lifted my legs over his shoulders. I could watch the whole thing and smiled when he looked at me. “Go ahead Troy, I’m certainly ready to be fucked.”

“I’m going to sweetheart, just hope you’re ready for a fierce fucking you little cunt.”

Jerking his cock, he leaned over me and lined it up with my asshole. Because he fucked me with the dildo, I was well lubed and most likely gaped. He would have no problem burying his dick in me.

Troy’s cock went in with such ease, I almost didn’t feel it. He kept my legs back as he started slamming me hard. He looked at me and said, “jerk yourself off.”

To that point, I hadn’t done a thing, just laid on my back responding to his thrusts, my asshole was getting back to normal, and I began to feel him doing me. He looked down at my crotch a few times, but for the most part we kept eye contact as he used my ass. “I’m fucking you, you little bitch, how do you like my cock in you?”

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Final Chapter

“A Gathering To Lead Me When You’re Gone”

It was the darkest night Jacob had ever witnessed. And the stillness it harbored was both soothing and unsettling. As the pickup truck pulled into the cabin’s driveway, Jacob could see Sylas sitting on the small steps just outside the front door, his back hunched, looking defeated. Jacob and Casey stepped outside just as Sylas stood up, his eyes welling up at the sight of Jacob. Through his apparent despair, a smile erupted. Jacob walked up to him and placed his hand on his shoulder. They stared at each other, the bonds of their fellowship rekindling. Sylas pulled Jacob, enveloping his large arms around him.

“Thank you.” He mumbled. Jacob pulled away, skimming his hand over Sylas’ face gently.

“In his room?” Jacob asked. Sylas nodded his head.

Without hesitation, he walked up the steps and turned the doorknob, entering the house and closing the door behind him. He went through the living room, the memories of every meaningful event that had taken place there dashing before his eyes. He reached Jeffrey’s door and entered. Inside, the room wreaked. Jacob could barely see his way around, only a tiny streak of light coming from inside the small adjacent bathroom. Jeffrey lay on the bed, his body covered by a large, thick blanket. Jacob cornered the bed and sat on a small stool next to it. As soon as he lowered his eyes, he saw Jeffrey’s face, thin and frail, his body shivering, stripped bare of his empowering presence and towering physic. His eyes were closed, but Jacob could see a glare trying to break through from underneath them.

“Jeffrey?” He hailed softly. There was a brief silence before Jeffrey finally opened his eyes, an outburst of light discharging all over the room, like a nuclear blast, before dissipating gradually. Jacob couldn’t help but take his hand to his eyes, trying to block it from its blinding effect.

“You’re here.” Jeffrey whispered. His voice stuttered as he battled his body’s trembling.

“Yes. I’m here.” Jacob appeased, slightly jarred by the deterioration of Jeffrey’s health. He straightened himself off his chair and scanned the room, seemingly scouring for something. Then he got up and peeked inside the bathroom. “Ok. We’re getting you inside that bathtub.” He stated. Jeffrey’s eyes followed Jacob around, his head still planted in his pillow. He could hear the water running as it filled the tub, and the steam began creeping inside the room. Jacob approached the bed and pushed the sheets back, unveiling Jeffrey’s body. Jeffrey’s skin was stretched thin, and his bones protruded through, showcasing his baffling decay. Jacob veered his eyes away, trying not to reveal his utter shock.

He rushed for the door and opened it, peeking inside the living room, where Sylas and Casey waited, nervous and apprehensive. They sat on the round table, their chairs facing Jeffrey’s room.

“Casey, get me some clean sheets. Sylas, something to eat.” Jacob directed. Both men hurled themselves from their seats. Casey rushed for the back room, bringing back fresh white sheets and pillowcases, while Sylas walked precipitously to the kitchen returning with a bowl of chicken broth. “Thanks.” Jacob stated, closing the door again. Sylas and Casey glanced at each other and returned to the table, Sylas brushing Casey’s head as the boy nervously bit on his nails.

Jacob then took a deep breath and faced Jeffrey again. He placed the soup and sheets on the small bedside table and leaned over Jeffrey.

“Put your arm around my neck.” He directed, swathing his own under Jeffrey’s body and raising him from the bed, with ease. His body weighed next to nothing. Jacob carried him over to the bathroom, the bathtub now half full. “How’s that?” Jacob questioned as he dipped Jeffrey’s foot into the water. Jeffrey nodded, his head moving ever so slowly. Jacob submerged him under the water’s searing embrace, unleashing a slight sigh of pleasure from his friend. He then sat on the floor, grabbed a small scrubbing towel, and dipped it under the water, skating it over Jeffrey’s back, whose head fell between his shoulders, his breathing hefty and burdensome.

“Feels nice…” Jeffrey uttered, his voice lagging. Now and then, he would cough, taking the back of his hand to his mouth. Jacob couldn’t help but notice how gradually it gradually became spattered with wee drops of blood.

“Christian loved when I did this.” Jacob commented, soaking the towel and squeezing the water gently over Jeffrey’s hair, which had grown slightly, showcasing his natural dark curls. Jeffrey lifted his head slightly, gazing at Jacob, his eyes glistening.

“I’m…sorry.” Jeffrey muttered. As the glow in his eyes slowly dwindled, they became visible again. Jacob gazed at Jeffrey, noticing, maybe for the first time, how his eyes resembled his own.

“Don’t bursa anal yapan escort worry about that now. ” Jacob answered, his head veering to the side, the pain and grief still clawing inside him. He resumed scrubbing with the soft bath towel, occasionally gazing at Jeffrey.

“Did you…find what you were looking for?” Jeffrey’s voice murmured. There was genuine curiosity in his tone as he raised his eyes toward Jacob.

“I did, yes.” Jacob responded. But his mouth lingered open as if the truth hadn’t displayed itself entirely. “But now…he’s gone. I miss him.” Jacob confided.

“It’ll never go away.” Jeffrey uttered. Jacob lifted his eyes, stunned. It was as if Jeffrey scoured his thoughts. “Trust me. I know.” He mumbled, almost to himself, as he dropped his face again. Jacob’s hand halted, his mind lingering on Jeffrey’s statement.

“Jeffrey…who are you?” Jacob questioned, and as he did, he could hear Jeffrey’s tears hitting the water’s surface.

“I don’t even know anymore.” Jeffrey admitted.

“Do you remember the beginning of your life? Your birth name?” Jacob questioned.

“Jafri.” Jeffrey answered, his voice whispering, like a secret memory, tucked away. “That was my name more than 500 years ago.” Jeffrey disclosed. Jacob just sat there, bound by awe and curiosity.

“Were you born like this?” Jacob asked, intrigued.

“No. I was mortal once.” Jeffrey uttered, a smile pushing through his melancholy demeanor. “Then, one day, I met a young man named Lucius. He came to me and offered to save me from death.” He continued. “I just didn’t realize…at the time…what his offer truly entailed.” He tried to explain.

“Is he still alive?” Jacob asked. Jeffrey shook his head. “What happened to him?” Jacob dug. There was a brief hush before Jeffrey finally lifted his head and locked eyes with Jacob.

“I killed him.” He uttered. Jacob’s body froze, and his eyes gaped as he glanced at Jeffrey. But his friend’s eyes weren’t threatening. Instead, there was a profound sadness oozing from them.

“Why?” Jacob questioned, his voice uneasy. Jeffrey smiled, and for a brief moment, Jacob saw something beyond his friend’s looming cold veneer.

“Because…he asked me to.” He said as tears rushed down his face. “So how could I not, Jacob? After all, he was my maker.” Jeffrey disclosed, his hand reaching for Jacob’s, who looked into his eyes, the truth revealed inside them.

“Jeffrey…” Jacob mumbled, his heart racing, as his hand still held Jeffrey’s.

“Don’t be afraid.” Jeffrey prayed, grasping Jacob’s hand tighter. And as he leaned forward, his eyes began to glow.

And then, something happened. Jacob’s eyes began to glow, similar to that incident with Christian. But now it felt different, as if his mind connected to Jeffrey’s somehow. And as he locked eyes with him, every reflection, remembrance, and recollection came rushing in. Like a transferred experience. A merging of souls. It was so overwhelming that Jacob’s body collapsed over the bathtub, his hand still grasping onto Jeffrey’s.

“I envy you, Jacob…” Jeffrey sounded, his voice gaining back some of his depth. “Your heart’s resilience. Your empathy. It’s… Now I understand.” Jeffrey disclosed.

“Understand what?” Jacob questioned.

“Why it chose you.” Jeffrey remarked. Jacob’s hand, which slid over Jeffrey’s shoulder, stopped abruptly.

“Jeffrey…” He calmly stated. “I don’t know what to do…” He uttered, sitting on the floor next to the bathtub, his eyesight muddled as he tried to lock his eyes on Jeffrey. “I don’t know how to help you…” He stated, visibly struggling to wrap his head around his friend’s words.

“Yes, you do.” Jeffrey declared, finally smiling. “When I was a young man, Jacob, many centuries ago, I yearned for a life greater than myself.” Jeffrey disclosed, his head finally tilting back and his eyes closed. “I was given a power…a gift that could do just that.” He stated, a smile breaking free, steered by a beautiful regained memory. “But in time…what I had once yearned for became something to run from…and like a careless fool trying to bend the will of destiny, my attempts at evading it fell short.” He explained, and as he did, his face began to change. His eyes grew brighter, his skin regained its natural color, and as Jacob held his arm, he could feel Jeffrey’s skin stretch outwards, the muscles on his body gradually expanding.

“How…?” Jacob emitted as he stood up, incredulous.

“Then finally, one day, an all but forgotten whisper from my youth stood before me, in mortal flesh.” Jeffrey revealed, standing up, his athletic, vigorous, drenched body towering before Jacob. “You were that whisper, Jacob.” Jeffrey revealed. A sparkle of light bursting from his eyes, reflected on Jacob, who stood there, gaping at that godlike vision. As Jeffrey stepped out of the bathtub, his now heavy body’s weight pressing bursa eskort against the old wooden floor, Jacob towed back, leaning against the wall.

“It’s beyond our control…” Jacob whispered, the truth behind Jeffrey’s statement finally revealed.

“Yes. Now you understand.” Jeffrey uttered. “That first night when you came knocking on the cabin…this power I carry inside…it brought you to me. The light summoned you.” He said. “You see, Jacob…you weren’t the one lost that night. I was.” Jeffrey unveiled before taking his lips and kissing Jacob passionately.

Jacob shrouded his arms around Jeffrey’s tall, muscular body, jumping up and scissoring his legs around his hips. He couldn’t think straight as his body became usurped by a feverous passion. The sound of their heavy breaths firing across the room. Jeffrey’s hands clutched Jacob’s ass cheeks, his pelvis pushing him against the wall. His tongue rolled inside Jacob’s mouth with insatiable hunger, tugging and sucking it. Jeffrey’s head pulled back suddenly, their lips parting with a loud pop.

“Open your mouth.” Jeffrey hailed.

Jacob obeyed, stretching his tongue out as much as he could. Jeffrey hocked, firing a ball of spit inside Jacob’s mouth, spattering all around his mouth and beard. Jacob unleashed a roaring moan, his body language and facial expressions intoxicated by Jeffrey’s dominance. He pulled forward to kiss Jeffrey, but his hand stopped him, gripping Jacob’s chin and pulling him down.

“Kneel.” He instructed, his fingers inside Jacob’s mouth, pulling him down near his now rock-hard, 11-inch cock.

He held it with his right hand and patted it around Jacob’s lips, smacking it gently, taunting him. Jacob opened his mouth and swallowed it, sliding it down his throat about halfway through. Jeffrey snapped his head back, groaning in pleasure, his hips dancing from side to side as he took satisfaction in the warmth of Jacob’s mouth. He looked down, his mouth stretching into a smile.

“Look at me.” He ordered. Jacob’s eyes rolled up, and his lips stretched. “You’re such a beautiful man, Jacob.” He whispered, an almost soft tone to his voice. Jacob moaned, his puppy eyes darting at Jeffrey, begging him to take charge.

Suddenly, he grabbed Jacob’s raven hair, his bun all disheveled and started shoving his cock deeper inside his mouth. Jacob’s gags flared, blaring and more severe. The slurping from his mouth became more intense as Jacob tried to hold his tongue stretched, coasting under Jeffrey’s cock as he slid it in, stimulating his prepuce. The deeper he went, the more spit and drool would fall from the corners of Jacob’s mouth, falling on his jeans as he kneeled, his head locked under him. Jeffrey’s head suddenly fell forward, hitting the wall behind them, his body slanting like a surfboard, hovering over his progeny, his pelvis thrusting his dick into his mouth. He glanced down to find Jacob still looking up, the tears from his exertions gliding from his eyes.

Seeing this, Jeffrey stopped pouncing. He grabbed Jacob’s long hair and pulled him up violently, his mouth swollen and his lips covered in spit and Jeffrey’s precum. He pressed his body against the wall and took his hand to Jacob’s face, rubbing it as he looked at him with a predatory gaze. Suddenly, Jacob punched Jeffrey in the chest, causing him to fall back slightly. Then, he slapped him. This time Jeffrey grinned lustfully. Jacob smiled and pulled his arm to the side, ready to strike again, but Jeffrey’s hand arrested him midway.

“You know, this won’t be like the last time.” Jeffrey sounded, and with one swift move, he twisted Jacob’s arm, forcing him to spin around, face the wall, pushing his body into it. Jacob let out a terse wail. Jeffrey took his tongue to Jacob’s ear and licked it. “Drop your pants. Now.” He whispered. Seconds later, he felt Jacob twitch and heard a strap unbuckling. Jacob pulled his pants down, his ass now exposed as Jeffrey began to rub his monster shaft over it, sliding the tip between Jacob’s sweaty crack. “Ever since I fucked you, I haven’t been able to forget how amazing your hole felt.” He said, spitting into his hand and rubbing it on his shaft. “Now tell me. I want to hear you say it.” He ordered. Jacob’s head bowed slightly, struggling to detach from the wall, still inside Jeffrey’s grip.

“Please. Fuck me, Jeffrey.” Jacob moaned, his body withstanding yet unable to overturn Jeffrey’s potency. His ass stuck out, directing his maker’s dick inside him.

“From the moment I first saw you, I knew.” Jeffrey uttered, releasing a soft chuckle. “You were born to be fucked, Jacob.” He finally stated, pushing his whole dick inside in one swoop.

Jeffrey’s hips began thrusting forward with such brutal force that Jacob’s body shot forward, his cheeks flapping and his head knocking against the wall. Jeffrey’s left hand went for his mouth, pushing his fingers inside and pulling his jaw back, Jacob’s teeth crunching bursa escort kızlar on them like a gag. Jacob groaned and moaned uncontrollably, overwhelmed by a pleasure he hadn’t experienced before. A blazing spiral of euphoria washed over his body with unbridled intensity, passion, and desire.

Suddenly, Jeffrey stopped. His dick shoved inside Jacob’s hole, stroking his prostate as it throbbed. He pulled back out from Jacob, whose hole queefed loudly and turned him around. Jacob looked surprised as Jeffrey’s roughness gave way to quietness. His eyes lingered on him, gazing as he stepped closer, his long dick teasing Jacob’s belly button. They were now inches away from each other, their noses practically touching as they felt the scent of each other’s breaths. Jeffrey’s hands landed on Jacob’s pecs softly. They started gently skating along his skin, caressing it. Jeffrey’s eyes followed them, a certain awe in his movements as he finally granted himself the chance to admire Jacob’s physical intricacies. They veered down, rushing past his abdomen, brushing his pelvis, turning under his hard cock, and lingering in his balls for a bit. Then they parted outwards and grabbed Jacob’s ass cheeks, lifting him effortlessly. Jacob grabbed Jeffrey’s neck, and his mouth opened in rapture, aroused by Jeffrey’s handling. Holding Jacob in his grip, his legs bent in the air, Jeffrey angled his cock and slid it inside his progeny, his eyes locking in satisfaction. He leaned forward, placing all his body weight over Jacob, pinning him into the wall again, and his face fell into his offspring’s neck.

Jacob’s skin burned as Jeffrey’s breath pushed into it. He felt compelled to pull his maker’s head away, desperate to gaze into his eyes while he penetrated him. He felt Jeffrey’s resistance but pursued, forcing his maker to face him. And then, their eyes finally assembled. The glow was back on Jeffrey’s eyes, piercing through.

“All this time…you felt so alone…so lost.” Jacob said. “So much suffering. So much pain.” He continued. Then he paused, his eyes welling up. His chest tightened. He began to feel lightheaded. A sensation resembling that night at the cabin before Jeffrey turned him. “You’ve…been wandering for a long time, haven’t you?” He questioned, feeling Jeffrey’s dick slide slowly in and out of him, his hole’s walls hugging his maker’s meat. His words were as soothing as the drops trickling from Jeffrey’s hair, hitting his skin’s surface.

Then, from under the radiating light, tears began falling. Jacob took his right hand and brushed it over Jeffrey’s face. He leaned in, his eyes locked on his maker, and his lips opened.

“Kiss me, Jeffrey.” Jacob whispered.

“I…” Jeffrey muttered, his face twitching as he battled his overwhelming sentiment.

“It’s ok. You can let go…I’m here now. I’m here now.” He intonated, his voice so mesmerizing it seemed to echo across the room. Jeffrey’s head plunged forward, his lips locking on Jacob’s as they both sighed in unison.

And then, on that cabin, where everything had begun, maker and progeny finally surrendered to each other. Their souls linked, uniting in an unbreakable bond. Jacob felt the metallic flavor in his mouth, but this time he knew: Jeffrey was bleeding into him, his mortality finally exhumed. As their tongues savored each other, Jeffrey’s cock still pushing inside Jacob, a white glow began covering his eyes.

Jacob’s consciousness roamed as images from Jeffrey’s past life flashed before his eyes, as recollections encased in light. He saw war and pain as Jeffrey held dead bodies on battlefields. His hands shackled as he cried himself to sleep in a dark cell.

He saw his maker as he stood beside Lucius’ body, crying. The man who had saved his soul was gone. His once beautiful body all wrinkled and dry. Jacob witnessed as he veiled him for days, tired and hungry, unable to forsake his maker. He saw Jeffrey wrap Lucius’ body in white fabric, carry him out of the wooden shack, place him on a cold stone shrine and light his dead body ablaze. He observed as Jeffrey gave an end to Lucius’ journey.

He held Jeffrey as he wandered alone for 300 years, meeting countless friends and lovers who eventually grew older, died, and became another gravestone for him to visit. Feeling how every life Jeffrey mourned was a nail hammered through his skin, a scar made to bear. He felt the years go by, his maker’s heart turning cold as his words lost meaning, and his name became a faint whisper in the wind, no longer part of history. Time gone, a perpetual plane of infinite despair he could not escape.

Then he glimpsed at his encounter with Casey, and through the endearing endless lust of the boy’s heart, he saw how Jeffrey rediscovered the joys of the body.

Then Sylas appeared, helping him rekindle the pleasures of having a friend to share his story, one that had been lost and forgotten.

Jacob witnessed the efforts of these two honorable men Jeffrey had gifted as they tried desperately to bring his maker’s thrill and wonderment back. But felt how Jeffrey’s years of solitude punched a hole in his soul, his heart bound to stay shut.

And finally, under a blinding dome of warm light, Jacob heard Lucius’ words.

“Veniet pulsans ad ostium. Homo qui te servabit. Mementote, Jeffrey.”

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My name’s Jacob. Everyone in this story is 18.

The week after the party, nothing was said between Dom and I about what had happened. I think we had a mutual understanding that we had both enjoyed ourselves, and that it stayed between him, Jay and I. In regards to Jay, we’d seen each other in the hallways and resumed our polite nods, occasionally accompanied with a “hey” or a rhetorical “what’s up?” Despite having now tasted the precum on the tip of his wiener, things were seemingly completely normal.

It was now around time for midterms, and as a result, Dom’s parents basically had him on house-arrest. He was by no means dumb, but he also certainly wasn’t the straight A student that Holden and I were. This was unfortunate because, that weekend, Holden’s mom and sister were going to be out of town on yet another college visit. Thus, he invited us to sleep over on Saturday night AND (weather permitting) swim with him and his cousins again on Sunday. Dom was out. I was in.

When I arrived at Holden’s house mid-afternoon on Saturday, he greeted me at the door and invited me into the kitchen where he was heating up some food.

A towel-clad Mr. Powell entered the kitchen only moments after I had arrived and gave me a hug (this was not unusual from him, but he clearly did not take into account that he was still wet from his shower). Noticing my now damp t-shirt, he said, “Oh sorry, kiddo.” He then unraveled the towel from around his waist and began to pat his shoulders dry. He did not seem bothered by the fact that, in doing so, his cock was now fully on display.

“Dad, can you put your dick away while Jake is here, at least?” Holden seemed slightly embarrassed by his dad’s casual nudity in front of me, though from what Mr. Powell had told me prior, it seemed like it was not uncommon when it was just the two of them.

“It’s just us boys here. It’s not like he doesn’t have a penis,” he said to Holden. Turning to me, he added, “Hell, I’ve even seen it.” He gave me a smile with this joke though it only got an eye-roll from Holden, whose attention returned to our microwave chicken nuggets.

Sure, I had seen Mr. Powell’s dick before, but it had been bunched up in his shorts. Now, in my stolen glances, I really noticed his full brownish-ginger pubes, his low hanging balls and the fact that his dick was, in fact, significantly bigger than Holden’s (though, I doubt it was bigger than Dom’s monster cock).

After what was probably less than a minute, Mr. Powell rewrapped the towel around his waist and headed upstairs. Holden and I followed shortly after to hang out in Holden’s room.

He suggested we watch a sci-fi movie that had just görükle escort bayan come out on demand and I said I was down (it looked like shit and it was shit, but I’m a good hang). After we turned it on, I said with some levity and without looking at Holden, “Your dad seems a little too free with his body for you.”

Sincerely not caring, Holden pulled his dick and balls out of his shorts and quipped back, “Do I look like I mind?”

My eyes darted to him and then down to his exposed genitals. With a laugh, I turned back to the screen and said, “Yeah, yeah, put your iPhone dick away.” He chuckled and did so.

After the truly shitty movie (which could have been eight hours long, for all I knew), we started messing around with silly filters on our phones (there was truly nothing to do in this town). At one point, I stood up to get a drink from the mini fridge on Holden’s desk and he filmed me with a filter that distorted my body as I moved about the room. “Dude, this filter makes you look ginormous!” he said laughing.

“Oh, yeah?” I turned around and pulled my shorts open enough to fully flash him my junk. “Does it make my dick look bigger, too?” He let out a laugh that suggested both disgust and amusement as he held the phone up towards me flopping my wiener about when Mr. Powell opened the door unannounced, still in his towel. Why was he still just wearing a towel? It had been hours? I considered asking this and, as a result, it took me a second to even process his arrival and release my waistband, giving him enough time to — yet again — see it all.

“Dad, can you at least knock when company is over? Jesus.”

“Again, Holden, you two have nothing I haven’t seen. Anyways, I just wanted to say I left my card on the kitchen counter in case you boys want to order some food or something. If you need anything else, I’ll just be in my room.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Holden said, now standing up to get himself a drink from the mini fridge as I moved back to his bed with mine. “Just go put some clothes on.”

With Holden’s back to him, Mr. Powell looked down at me and lifted his towel, flopping his junk slide to side like I had been while smiling at me. I stifled a laugh as he released the towel and closed the door behind him before Holden even turned around. He clearly knew I enjoyed this type of camaraderie between men, even if I enjoyed it in a different way he didn’t know about (and that I didn’t fully understand just yet).

After Holden rejoined me on the bed, I got a notification on my phone. Holden had sent the distorted video of me wagging my dick around to our group chat with Dom. “What bursa otele gelen escort the fuck? You were actually recording??” I blurted out.

“Yep!” Maybe sensing I was little caught off guard, he said, “It’s just me and Dom. Plus, that video makes your dick look way bigger than it is.” We laughed and, to be honest, I wasn’t bothered and was honestly amused by the video. In fact, I was kind of aroused that they could now see my penis whenever they wanted. Or even show it to others (though that was unlikely).

Dom responded to the video shortly after with, “Awww Tiny Weenie’s all grown up!”

The rest of the night went on without any further flashing as Holden and I binge-watched an animated show. Eventually, I passed out on a makeshift bed on the floor by his bed mid-episode.

In the morning, I woke up, still wearing my t-shirt and basketball shorts from the day before. Holden was still asleep in bed. As I stood up, I noticed from the sliver of his hip that was exposed by the sheet riding up that it looked like he was naked. Him and Dom had both mentioned that they slept naked in an earlier conversation we had had, and I remember wondering if they ever worried about someone walking in on them (I always slept in my boxers, except for when I fell asleep in my clothes like I had the night before). I didn’t necessarily think that Holden would sleep naked with me in the room, but that hardly seemed like a boundary that we had in place to be crossed at this point. I pulled the covers back to reveal that Holden was, in fact, completely naked. And not only that: his dick was fully erect in all of it’s morning glory.

I had yet to see Holden’s dick hard. My guess would be that it was about 6.5″. A pretty good size, but if he was that much of a grower, it made me wonder just how big Mr. Powell got. It’s worth mentioning, if only as a side note, that these two men also had pretty girth-y dicks.

Suddenly, an idea came to me.

I grabbed my phone and snapped a pic, immediately sending it to our group chat with Dom and Holden before replacing the covers over Holden, who apparently would sleep through an earthquake in a bell tower. If my dick could be seen at all times, so could his.

Dom’s response came as I made my way downstairs: “Wood morning!” followed by a separate message containing only an excessive number of laughing emojis.

Mr. Powell must have heard my bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor in the living room because, before I even entered the kitchen, he said, “I’ve got breakfast going in here if you’re hungry.”

I sat down at the kitchen table and thanked bursa escort bayan him as he served me a full breakfast. While we chatted about our plans for the day (it was going to be warm enough to swim, so Holden’s uncle Matt would be over later, but would be leaving behind his kids for reasons unbeknownst to Mr. Powell), Holden texted in the group chat, “Fuck you, Jacob”. He entered the kitchen a few minutes later (clothed) and gave me a slick “you’re dead” smile.

After breakfast, I decided to take a shower. When I had gotten out and toweled off, I realized I needed to grab my swimsuit from my bag, which I had left in the living room upon arrival and it had remained there since I had inadvertently slept in my clothes. Feeling emboldened by the casual nudity the Powell men displayed, I decided to discard my towel in the bathroom and head downstairs to the living room naked, likely (and subconsciously) hoping that Holden or Mr. Powell would see me in the process. They did not, and it was only once I was downstairs that I remembered the living room had a large window facing the street. Thus, I was immediately met with the surprised face of the gardener mowing the Powell’s front yard. He gave me a polite wave, though his smile was awkward (certainly because of my nakedness). Instinctively, I cupped my junk in my hands and moved out of frame. After throwing my board shorts on, I went outside and apologized to him. He was nice, saying, “Ay, man, whatever you want to do in your house, that’s your business!” I didn’t bother to tell him that I didn’t live there.

Soon, Holden and I were in and out of the pool while Mr. Powell flipped patties on the grill (he always made bacon to top the burgers and roasted the onions on the grill, as well — a class act). Matt entered through the side door in the fence. He greeted us as he pulled his shirt off and kicked his flip-flops off by the chairs. Matt had a similar build to Mr. Powell (not muscular, but in shape), though he was less hairy.

“Where’re Kevin and Luke today, Matty?” Mr. Powell said, not looking up from the grill.

“Luke’s grounded at the moment, and Kevin’s at a birthday party. And honestly, I needed a break, regardless,” he said, garnering a knowing laugh from Mr. Powell. Turning to me as I lounged on a floating chair in the pool, he smiled and said, “So you should be safe from being pantsed today, Jacob.” Holden, who was walking behind him when he said it, darted over and pulled Matt’s swim trunks down to his ankles, not unlike Kevin had done to me.

“You’re not!” exclaimed Holden as Matt laughed and took his time bending over to pick up his shorts. Though Matt was not as embarrassingly shrunken as me, he was closer in size to Holden than to Mr. Powell. Also unlike Mr. Powell, he was clean shaven. Still pretty girth-y, though.

“Wow, and you haven’t even been in the pool, yet?” Mr. Powell yelled out.

“Shut up! I’m a grower, not a shower!”

We spent the rest of the day splashing about in the pool and eating, just us boys.

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Again don’t panic. I am exploring themes in my writing. Saturn Rising will continue. Promise!

It was just after five on what had been a really hectic week at work and, as I was making my way home, I decided to pop into ‘Fredericks’, a new bar near the office, and have a relaxing drink. The weather was turning cold, it now being late October, so my plan was to have maybe a couple of glasses of wine and then catch a cab home. If any of my friends were there maybe we would go and get dinner in town somewhere. I was in my work clothes, but I’m pretty relaxed about dress code in the office so this means I was wearing a knee length, loose pale blue skirt and a black long sleeved top, although I had my heels on. I’m five feet eight so this made me quite tall, a feeling I like.

I walked in through the doors and it was already getting pretty busy, but not so much that there wasn’t room at the bar. I walked over and one of the bar staff, a young guy dressed all in black, asked me what I would like to drink.

“A nice cold, Italian dry white wine,” I said.

“How about a Chardonnay?”

I smiled, “Sounds perfect.”

“Large or small?”

I smiled, “Better make it a large.”

He smiled in return and got a glass out from under the counter, and took a bottle out of one of the fridges behind him, filling the glass up to the line. I opened my purse and fished out a ten pound note, and he duly provided change.

I looked around. I didn’t see anyone I knew, maybe they’d turn up later. There was a couple just down the bar from me, and they seemed to be having some sort of disagreement. She was a twenty something, gorgeous looking woman with an amazing cascade of blonde hair, wearing a short denim skirt, low cut white tee and knee length black boots, all rounded off with a black leather jacket. He looked to be about thirty in a dark suit. He had close cropped hair and a hint of five O’Clock shadow.

I couldn’t help but overhear them as I sipped my wine.

“Come on, all I’m asking is if you want a drink?” The guy said.

“And I told you I’m not interested,” she said. I detected an accent but wasn’t completely sure what it was. Maybe Scandinavian.

“You’re not interested in a drink?”

“I’m not interested in you,” she said, quite forcefully. I liked this woman immediately. She was clearly strong minded and independent.

“I wanted to buy a beautiful girl a drink, and this beautiful girl in front of me in particular. Come on, how can it hurt?”

If there’s one thing I really despise it’s guys who can’t take a very clear ‘no’ for an answer, so I decided to try and help out.

I walked along the bar, and the click of my heels attracted their attention. The woman looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and relief as I said, “Hi. Is everything okay here?”

The guy held his hands up, palms out and backing away, “Yes. Fine. Sorry. There’s been a misunderstanding,” and he went over to join a group of guys who he no doubt had had some stupid bet with about being able to pick up the blonde beauty at the bar.

The woman turned to me, smiled and said, “Thank you. That guy was such a jerk.”

I laughed, “I sort of got that impression. I have to ask, you have such a delightful accent, where are you from?”

Her face broke into the most glorious smile before she said, “Oh thank you! I’m from Sweden. I’m here for a few weeks trying to improve my English.”

I found her enchanting. She was bubbly and beautiful and I was captivated by her voice. I’ve always had a thing for the Scandinavian accent, the way the voice lilts in such a melodious sing song way.

I realised I’d been staring for maybe an awkward second too long. Holding out my hand, I said, “Sorry, I shouldn’t be so rude. I’m Anna.”

“I’m Marie,” she said, “nice to meet you Anna,” and she took my hand in hers, her soft skin brushing mine as we gently shook.

“Lovely to meet you too, Marie. I notice you don’t have a drink. Now don’t take this the wrong way, but can I get you something?” I laughed.

She giggled back, her red ox bow lips turning up into a delightful smile, “That’s very kind, Anna. Can I perhaps have a beer of some sort? Not a flat English beer, something fizzy?”

“Of course. Hold on,” I managed to attract the attention of the barman who had served me previously and Marie ended up with a bottle of some imported beer I’d never heard of, but then I rarely drink beer of any sort, flat or fizzy.

I held up my glass and said, “Cheers, and welcome to Britain.”

She smiled and clinked my glass with her bottle, “Thank you and cheers to you.”

“So where are you staying?” I asked, wanting to keep the conversation going.

“Oh, there’s some student accommodation, it’s pretty basic to be honest, but it was all I could afford.”

I remembered my own halls of residence from my first term at university twenty two year ago, and I smiled in sympathy, “One room, terrible plumbing?”

Marie laughed, “Oh, you’ve stayed there?”

“A long time ago. I was a student here, so I know what it can be like.”

“What bursa anal yapan escort did you study?”

“History,” I replied..

“Oo, so you’re like really smart!” she said with a little laughter in her voice.

Her personality was infectious, and we were both giggling as the guy who had been hassling her earlier walked past with his friends, clearly leaving. He looked at us both and snarled under his breath, “I should have known it. Fucking dykes.”

I stared wide eyed, and Marie turned to me and said, “What did he say?”

I turned away from him and just said, “Ignore him. He’s an idiot.”

“Did he call us ‘dykes’?”

“Yes. Sorry. Not all British guys are such idiots.”

She laughed, “Oh being an idiot isn’t exclusive to British men.”

“So, are you meeting up with friends?” I asked.

“No, this is my first full day here so I thought I’d come out and see how things are.”

I thought for a moment, “Hey, look, say no if you’d like, but maybe having a female chaperone would help you avoid idiots like that, and maybe I could help show you around a bit. I have nothing planned for this evening, so maybe we could go for dinner?”

Marie smiled, “That sounds wonderful, but what is a, what was it, shapper…?”

I blushed, “I’m sorry, your English is so good I forgot to try not to use complicated words. It’s ‘chaperone’, and basically means a companion to make sure you don’t have any trouble.”

“Oh, no. Please don’t say sorry. I’m here to improve my English, so now I have a new word. Thank you. About dinner, I’m on a budget, so…”

I stopped her by placing my hand gently on her wrist, “Oh, don’t be silly. It will be my treat. I live alone, so it’ll be nice to have some company.”

“In that case I would love to, if you’re sure?”

I was more than sure. Spending more time with this delightful woman was something I was looking forward to.

“Of course I’m sure. Let’s finish our drinks and find somewhere that’s not too busy. What sort of food do you fancy? There’s a really good Italian not too far from here.”

“That sounds great. I love Italian food.”

We finished up and left the bar, walking towards the town centre until we came to my favourite Italian. We walked in through the giant glass door into the white marble tiled restaurant, the sounds of happy diners and clattering cutlery echoing and adding to the atmosphere.

The maître d’ greeted me, “Anna, how great to see you again.” He looked at Marie with an appreciative glance, and said, “Table for two?”

I smiled and said, “Mark, so glad you’re working tonight. This is my friend Marie, and yes a table for two, please.”

“Nice to meet you Marie,” he said, smiling at her and clearly admiring.

Marie blushed cutely, and said, “And you.”

Mark grabbed some menus and led us to a secluded corner, with a private table.

We sat down, and Marie said, “Wow, this place is amazing, and they seem to know you quite well.”

“Oh, they know me alright. I’ve been coming here since I was a student. That’s a long time,” I said, suddenly aware of the fifteen or so years that surely separated us.

Marie laughed and put her hand on mine briefly, sending a little jolt through me as her fingers touched the backs of mine, “It can’t be that long ago, Anna.”

I laughed, “Flattery will get you everywhere, Marie. Just so you know, I’m forty.”

“Well, I’m twenty six, and to me age is just a number.”

I liked this woman more and more.

A waitress came over and asked if we wanted any drinks, and Marie asked for an Italian beer, a Peroni, and I asked for a glass of Pinot Grigio. While she was away, we looked at our menus, and when she came back we ordered. Marie went for a Hawaiian pizza, and I opted for their wonderful mushroom risotto.

When the waitress was gone, I held up my glass, “To delightful Swedish women who walk into my life.”

Marie giggled and returned with, “And here’s to gorgeous English redheads who walk into mine to… oh what’s the word…?”

“Chaperone?”

“Chaperone me. To gorgeous English redheads who chaperone me.”

I was pretty sure I blushed, but I was happy that she had complimented my hair, which I keep just past shoulder length, and I’m actually more a strawberry blonde than red, but I wasn’t going to argue.

We clinked our drinks and took a sip. Marie said, “So you actually live in the city?”

“Yes. About ten minutes cab ride from the centre.”

“And you said you live alone? No husband or boyfriend?”

“Um. I had a partner but we’re no longer together.”

Marie blushed, “Oh god. I am so sorry. Really. I should just keep my mouth shut.”

I laughed, “Don’t worry. I left. My terms. Anyway, what about you?”

She sort of stalled, but then said, “I sort of have a relationship back home. It’s complicated.”

I realised she didn’t want to talk about it, which was fine with me. I decided to move the conversation onto safer ground.

“So your digs are pretty bad?”

“Sorry, karacabey escort ‘digs’?”

“Oh god, there I go again. It’s an English word meaning flat, apartment. That sort of thing.”

Marie laughed, “I told you, stop apologising. I’m here to learn. I have two new words just in one evening from spending time with you, but to answer your question, yes it’s pretty crap.”

“I can imagine. In this city rents are high, and quality is terrible. I wish I’d known you before you came. I have a spare room I would willingly let you have for free.”

Marie looked astounded, “Are you serious? For free?”

I considered it for a moment, “Yes. For free. It would be nice to have some company.”

“But, but, I’d get under your feet. You’re used to living alone. I’d cramp your style.”

I laughed and placed my hand back over hers and I was glad that she didn’t draw it away, “Stop. I work most days, and you’d be at college, and I like you. Anyway, you have somewhere. I was just saying that it’s a pity I…”

“I could leave where I am. I don’t have a commitment, it was just part of the package and I could get my money back and have a little better time. But I’d have to pay you something.”

“You’re serious?”

“About paying you, yes of…”

“No, you can stay for free, like I said. I meant, you’re serious about taking my spare room?”

“I’d love it. I don’t know anyone here, and this way a get a built in friend and I don’t have to worry so much about the money.”

I was enchanted, she was so bubbly, her enthusiasm was infectious.

“Deal. When do you want to move in? Tomorrow?”

A small frown came over her face.

“What’s wrong, is that too difficult?”

Her frown lifted a little, “I was a bit sad because I have to wait until tomorrow which means I spend a night in my crappy room… And not with my new friend Anna.”

I realised my hand was still over hers, so I squeezed it gently, smiled until I had her attention, and said, “Of course you can move in tonight. I just thought you’d need time to pack up or arrange it with the college…”

“You mean it?” She said, with a big grin on her face.

“I mean it,” I said returning her smile.

She shouted out, “Yay!” Then suddenly was out of her chair and giving me a huge hug, and kissing my cheek just as the waitress came with our food. Marie sat back down and I couldn’t help noticing that the waitress had a curious look on her face.

We were silent as dinner was served, my mind wandering back to that brush of Marie’s lips on my cheek, which had made me feel things I probably shouldn’t be feeling.

When the waitress had gone, Marie said, “Thank you Anna. Thank you. You have turned what I was expecting to be a boring and depressing trip into something I’m now looking forward to.”

I smiled, “You’re welcome Marie.”

We started eating and the food was as delicious as it always was. As we were eating, I said, “So, when we’re finished here we’ll get a taxi over to your digs,” and here she smiled, “pick up your stuff and then head to mine. How does that sound?”

Marie giggled. “It sounds wonderful. I don’t have a huge amount of stuff anyway so that should only take a few minutes.”

I was falling more and more for her infectious bounciness. She made me feel happy just being around her. We finished our dinner and headed out to the nearest taxi rank and got in a cab. I told the cab driver what we needed to do, Marie gave her the address, and she got us there quickly enough. When we pulled up outside the flats I asked her if she needed any help.

“Pfth! I’ll be back before you know it. And no sneaky driving off and making me sad.”

I laughed and said, “If you’re more than five minutes…”

She ran off into the halls and the taxi driver said, “She seems fun.”

“She’s a language student I’m rescuing from the terrible accommodation.”

She half turned, “Good for you. Those places are awful, aren’t they?”

Suddenly the cab door was open, and Marie was sliding in beside me with a suitcase and a shoulder bag and breathlessly said, “Three minutes. I timed it.”

The driver and I both laughed. We moved off and ten minutes later we were outside my house.

I paid for the taxi and got my keys out, leading Marie into the hallway and through to the kitchen. She looked at my breakfast island, my five burner range, my oven and long worktops, and said, “Oh wow. I’ve moved in with the queen or something. You didn’t tell me you were the queen. Where are all the servants to take my bags up to my room? Do I have to sleep on five hundred mattresses and tell you if there’s a pea under them or something?”

I laughed again, “No, Marie, I’m afraid I had to fire all the servants. They were lazy. Now, let me show me to your room.”

She picked up her bag and I led her up the stairs, and turning right I opened the door to my spare room, which I always keep made up in case friends, come to stay.

She took one look at the room, and said, “Oh, Anna. This is just mudanya escort amazing. I have to pay you. I mean, a double bed?”

“If you offer to pay again, I am going to get angry,” I said with a smile, “now, it’s just after nine, do you want to go to bed, or maybe come downstairs and we can sit in the kitchen and talk.”

“Oh. Talk. Definitely talk. I’m too excited to sleep. Where’s the bathroom? I need to freshen up.”

I was thrilled I had made someone so happy. It’s that Random Acts of Kindness thing that always makes me feel good, like when I pay the bus fare for someone who’s obviously having problems getting the money together.

I took Marie down the corridor to the bathroom, and opened the door for her. She looked at my walk-in shower and two person jet water tub and said, “Oh. This is just too much. Hold on, I’ll be down in a minute.” With that she closed the door, and I walked back down to the kitchen. I had some cold beers in the fridge for when friends pop over, so I got one out and poured myself a glass of white wine from my half empty bottle.

Marie came down some minutes later, having shed her leather jacket, a huge grin on her face and sat down on one of my kitchen stools next to me.

With a huge grin she said, “So your majesty, when do I get to meet the rest of the royal family?”

“Oh stop it. It’s not a palace, Marie.”

“I know Anna. Just me being silly. Thank you so much. This is like the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“You’re welcome Marie. I’m glad to have made you so happy.”

“More than happy. I’m in heaven. I am so lucky to have met you.”

“And I am so glad I met you. You make me laugh. I love your sense of silliness.”

We clinked our drinks, and Marie offered another toast, “To Queen Anna, the beautiful heroine who saved poor Princess Marie from the stupid dragon that was trying to buy her a drink.”

I laughed, “Okay princess, knock it off with calling me a queen.”

“But you are. Well, more like a Fairy Godmother.”

I did a pretend frown, “Queen? Godmother? No. All too old sounding. Maybe more like Prince Charming who saves Sleeping Beauty? Princess Lovely?”

“Wait. What? A princess saving a princess? Is that allowed?”

I wasn’t sure how to respond to that, given my own position on the sexual spectrum. I didn’t want to frighten Marie, but I said, “Well, in this enlightened age everything is allowed, surely?”

“Yes, but Prince Charming woke Sleeping Beauty with a kiss. No, you have to be a queen. If you’re not a queen I’ll pout. You don’t want me pouting do you? So what does Queen Lovely do to Sleeping Marie?”

I swallowed, “Um. Well, you sort of kissed me in the restaurant. Does that count?”

“Nuh uh. That was me kissing you. And I wasn’t asleep. Definitely doesn’t count.”

I pretended to be exasperated, “So, Princess Marie, what is it that the Queen has to do if you sleep in in the morning?”

“Duh! You come in and kiss me. Would definitely wake me up.”

“And Princess Marie would like that?”

There was a silence, and Marie looked straight at me, her voice level dropping from the excited tones of before and said, “Oh yes. I’m pretty sure she would.”

I wasn’t sure what to say, but I placed my hand on hers. She turned her hand up and we held each other, staring, fingers starting to curl.

The world stopped, and I wasn’t sure whether I should do something. It all seemed to be happening so quickly. Tentatively I leaned towards her, and saw that she was moving towards me. Our lips brushed. We broke away and I lifted my hands up to frame her face, brushing a lock of her hair back behind her ear.

Marie got a cheeky look in her eyes, “Your chat up lines in bars obviously work a lot better than that creep earlier.”

It broke the tension which I was feeling. Was this right? This woman was going to be living with me for the next few weeks. What if we argued? Right at that moment I didn’t care. She was fun, intelligent and beautiful. I did need to find something out though.

“Are you okay? I mean with this? I mean it isn’t my first time with a woman, but you’re…”

She placed a finger over my lips, “Sh. Mine either.”

We kissed again, and I responded. In fact my whole body responded, particularly in the parts that count. I could feel my nipples against my top, and a distinct wetness between my legs.

I suddenly had a crisis of conscience. I hardly knew this woman, while it felt good, and right, I realised I needed to slow things down, for her sake as much as mine.

I pulled back and she cocked her head to one side, staring at me quizzically, “What’s wrong?

“We’re moving too fast, Marie. You know I am attracted to you..”

“And I’m attracted to you…” she interrupted.

“But I’ve only known you a handful of hours. I think we need to take things a little more slowly.”

I hated the deflated look on Marie’s face, “But, does that mean you won’t even kiss me?”

A genuine smile spread across my face, “Of course not. I want to kiss you.”

She grinned and said, “And are we okay snuggling?”

I laughed, “That’s more than okay. In fact I would love to snuggle.”

Smiling she stood up and came and sat on my lap, not the most comfortable way to be on a kitchen stool, and draped her arms around my neck, kissed me softly and then nuzzled her glorious head of hair into my neck.

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Before I start this story I feel the need to write a small disclaimer. This is a fantasy. Unless you are at one of those special massage places, your massage therapists is not going to have sex with you. Massage therapists are professionals and deserve to be treated as such.

That said, there is nothing wrong with a little fantasizing, as long as you recognize that that is all it is.

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I get massages quite regularly, both because my job has me sitting still most of the time, often leaving me stiff and sore, but also because I enjoy being touched, even in a seemingly non-sexual way.

I say seemingly non-sexual because despite the fact that it is not supposed to be sexual, that does not keep me from being highly aroused by the feel of my massage therapist’s hands sliding over my body. It also doesn’t hurt that she is seriously hot.

It has gotten to a point where my bi-weekly visits to her office always ends with me hurrying home and using my hands to get off, imagining that it is her hands that has found their way to my naughty places.

Luckily her policy is that you have to bring your own sheet to lie on and your own towels to cover up, otherwise there would be no way to hide the wet spot that is always there after a session.

That doesn’t help cover my moans, though. She usually remarks upon how sore my muscles must be when I can’t keep from moaning out loud, but whether she believes it or is simply pretending in order to spare me from embarrassment, I do not know. It doesn’t seem to make her uncomfortable massaging me, so I try not to worry and simply enjoy it.

That is where I am now, lying naked on my stomach, covered only by a small towel placed on top of my ass. It is late afternoon and Ellen, that’s my massage therapist, has told me that I am her last appointment for the day. I usually try to avoid that, so I don’t feel obligated to stick around making small talk after, but can simply hurry home and take care of my horniness, but today it was the only time available and so I took it.

I usually get a full body massage and it usually proceeds in the same order, starting with me on my stomach, and Ellen working first my back, from the top down to just above my ass and then my legs, starting at my feet and moving up. Afterwards I turn around and she starts at my face, then moving to my shoulders and the muscles at the top of my chest. Then she does my stomach, before moving down to my feet and, again, moving up my legs.

It is usually by the time she reaches the upper part of my legs the first time that I begin to get aroused and by the time I turn over I can usually already feel the wetness between my legs.

Today is even worse because I haven’t had opportunity to get off in the last couple of days. I am single, but usually my toys keep me happy at least every other day and most of the time every day.

This means that today, she has barely started on my feet when I start to feel a tingling feeling between my legs.

I don’t usually consider my feet erogenous zones, but the feel of Ellen’s fingers pressing into my flesh is enough to get me going. Of course it could be the fact that I am imagining her fingers pushing into another part of my body that is having the effect.

Ellen, unaware of my aroused state, at least to my knowledge, moves her hands up to my left calf muscle and start gently sliding over it. Her hands are slippery with the massage oil she uses, which gives off a slight menthol scent. I have often wondered how it would feel if applied to certain sensitive parts of my body. I have a lube at home that smells similar and when applied to my sensitive areas it has a tingling, almost slightly burning effect that is quite pleasant.

The fingers on my calf are starting to dig into the muscles, the soreness reminding me that I am not just here for sexual reasons. Originally the thought that I would be aroused by the massage hadn’t even entered my mind and it wasn’t until I was lying there the first time and I felt my nipples start to harden that I realized it would be more than simply a loosening of my sore muscles.

The fingers working my calf slowly work their way up the muscle until they reach just below my knee. While having the soreness of my muscles worked feels nice, part of me hungers to feel the fingers stroking the back of my thigh and is supremely dissatisfied when, instead of continuing up, the fingers move onto my other calf and begin to work that instead.

There is something to be said for a slow build up, for allowing the anticipation to rise slowly, but today I just want to move on, want to feel the fingers touch my thighs, my butt, slide between my legs to my wet core. Not that that has ever happened, of course, but my mind still insists that it is where this should be going.

At the image that presents itself to my mind, I feel a small shiver go through my nether bits and I can’t help but let out a small sound as a warm pleasure radiates from between my legs.

At my görükle escort bayan sound Ellen temporarily stops massaging my calf and asks. “Am I being too rough with you?”

I take a few seconds to steady my breath before responding. “No, I think I was just surprised that is all.”

“Okay, but you seem really tense today, so let me know if I need to be gentler,” she says before returning her attention to her fingers working their way up my calf muscle.

As I lay there, I try to force my focus away from my arousal and the fantasies that keep trying to push their way to the foreground of my mind. I know I have a good while to go before the massage is over and then I will have to get up, get dressed and go home before I can satisfy myself.

The inner battle has distracted me to the point where I don’t notice that Ellen has finished with my calf and is moving on to the back of my thigh. At the first soft touch of her hands on my thigh, I can’t help but let out a gasp of surprise and I feel goosebumps cover the skin under her fingers.

Luckily she again comes to a wrong conclusion as she says, “Oh are my fingers cold? I am sorry,” before moving her fingers off of my skin and briskly rubbing them against each other to warm them up.

Imitating a broken record, I can’t come up with something better to reply and again respond, “I was just surprised, that’s all.”

“Okay,” she says before letting her hands slide back onto the back of my thigh. I don’t know if it is just me, but her voice sounds a bit confused, as if she caught my repetitive answer and wonders what I meant by it.

I don’t have much time to ponder this however, as the hands on my thigh, quickly pushes all rational thought from my mind. The pleasure causes me to tense up, not just in the place between my legs, but my ass cheeks and thigh muscles all clench up and a small whimper escapes my lips.

“Wow, you’re really tensing up. Did you do something especially straining? A New workout routine or something?” Ellen asks as her hands continue working the back of mu thigh.

I manage to moan out a low “no” in response.

“Well don’t worry about it, I am sure we can get you loosened up.”

Her hands continue working the back of my thigh and I continue to battle the constantly rising waves of pleasure that her firm touch sends through me.

While the pleasure continues building and rising it doesn’t crest, it doesn’t bring me over the edge of orgasm.

Eventually Ellen reaches the top of my thigh, right below my ass cheek and switch over to my other leg. Having her hands touch an area further away from my aching pussy doesn’t really bring down my pleasure, but it stabilizes it and allows me to regain some semblance of rational thought.

It doesn’t last long however, as Ellen’s hands start moving up the back of my thigh again and the pleasure starts to overwhelm me again.

I don’t know if she is moving faster or if it is my grasp of time that has been compromised, but it feels like she reaches the the area just below my butt a lot quicker this time.

“You seem really tense today and it seems to continue up here. Do you want me to do your Gluteus Maximus?” She asks.

“My what?” I ask, any knowledge of anatomy I might have having long ago been pushed from my conscious mind.

“The muscle in your butt cheek,” she replies with a little giggle.

At the thought of her hands on my butt I feel a small explosion of pleasure go off inside of me, almost like a miniature orgasm. I feel my vaginal muscles contract and release repeatedly and it is only by tensing all the muscles in my upper body that I avoid moaning loudly.

Not trusting my voice, I nod my head, hoping that she is watching.

Apparently she is, as I feel her hands grasp the edge of the towel covering me. I have a moment of panic, as she begins to lift it, as I am sure that my wetness will be obvious if she removes the towel. The panic doesn’t last long however, as she simply folds the towel over, exposing one of my ass cheeks, but leaving my ass crack and girly bits covered.

I tense up in anticipation of her hands touching my butt, but instead she moves away from me. I turn my head to see why and sees her squirt a new helping of the massage oil she has been using onto her hands, before turning back to me.

I take a deep breath and hold it, preparing myself for her touch, but I am still not ready for the feel of her oil slick hands to touch the sensitive flesh of my ass cheek. The breath I had been holding explodes from me in a loud exhale and a shiver runs through my entire body.

Ellen’s hands have started on the part of my ass cheek that is the furthest from my butt crack and is just gently sliding over my skin, not really massaging yet, but simply spreading the oil on my skin and slowly moving towards my center.

I have turned my head into the sheet I am lying on to muffle the sound of my heavy breathing. My heart is beating quickly and it feels like bursa otele gelen escort I can feel the beat throughout my body and especially in my nether regions. I am glad that most of the visible part of my body is covered in oil, as I am sure it would otherwise be slick with sweat.

Ellen’s hands have now reached the highest point of my cheek and are slowly working their way down towards my ass crack. I wonder how far she will go, her hands already pushing at the edge of the towel.

Just when I think her fingers are about to brush the edge of my asshole, she pulls her hands off and move back to a safer part of my cheek.

I have to bite my teeth together to stop myself from screaming in frustration as her hands move away. So close, they were so so so close, but of course, it is only in my fantasies that they would have closed that last little gap and touched my forbidden places.

After having spread the oil, Ellen now begins to grib harder, working the muscle and pushing into my flesh. This has the interesting effect of pulling my skin, indirectly manipulating both my asshole and to a lesser degree my pussy.

This causes my pleasure to start rising again, clouding my mind and making it hard to think. The small part of me still able to form rational thought wonders whether this will be enough to send me over the edge and make me orgasm.

Before I get a chance to find out Ellen moves her hands off of me and says, “Now the other side.”

I don’t know if it is just me hearing things, but her voice sounds slightly breathless to me. I try to focus and see if I can pick up the sound of her breathing, but my own deep breaths drown out any chance of hearing hers.

Ellen grasps the other edge of the towel, covering my other butt cheek, but instead of folding it over, she folds it down the middle so that it is now only covering my ass crack, leaving both my cheeks naked.

She starts running her hands over my other ass cheek, again starting with a touch closer to stroking rather than massaging.

Her movements seem faster and less coordinated than before, though that might just be me.

Before long her hands have again reached under the edge of the towel. One of her hands move to the top of my ass crack and I feel the tips of her fingers touch the skin inside of my crack.

At this I can’t help but let out a loud moan and I feel her freeze up, her hands stopping their motion and simply resting at the parts of me they were touching.

After a second or so she pulls her hands off of me and exclaims a muttered “fuck.”

I hear her move away from me as she says, “I am sorry, I…I shouldn’t be doing this.”

I can’t figure out what to say, but I know I need her to continue touching me, so I turn my head towards her and simply say, “please.” My voice coming out as something between a whisper and a whimper.

She looks at me, conflict edged onto her face and I repeat my pleading “please” again.

“I…I…you want me to..?” her voice trails off as her eyes flicker down the half naked portions of my lower body.

“Please,” I repeat for a third time, my mind still too clouded to come up with a more complex response.

I can see the battle rage in her features for a few seconds before being replaced by a determined expression.

She moves back to the table and resolutely pull the towel off of me, leaving me completely naked.

The sudden feeling of the cold air against my wet folds pulls a loud moan from me and without thinking I lift up my crotch to give her better access.

Whether she thought it was what I wanted or it simply made sense to her, I feel her slide a pillow, that I did not see her grab, beneath my crotch keeping that part of me slightly elevated.

I feel her gently place her hands on my inner thighs and push my legs a bit more open.

I feel her fingers slowly slide up my inner thighs towards my center and I am sure I will explode the second she touches me.

Before she reaches my sensitive folds however, her hands move off of me and I hear her take a step away.

This time I don’t stop a sound of dissatisfaction from leaving my lips and I hear her giggle in response.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll be right with you,” she says as I hear her step back to my side.

I feel the tip of her middle finger touch the flesh between my asshole and my vaginal opening and give out a loud moan as pleasure causes through me. This is nothing however to the feeling as her fingers slide down over my opening, touching more and more of me until her hand is cupping my mound.

As she touches me I find out what she was doing when she stepped away, she was applying a new coating of the minty oil to her fingers. As her hands with the oil start touching my sensitive flesh I feel a thousand needles of pleasure sting my flesh and I can’t keep from giving out a loud scream as an explosive orgasm hits me.

“Don’t worry, no one else is here but us. Just bursa escort bayan let it out.”

Not that the idea of other people hearing is on my mind, only the explosive pleasure of the orgasm causing through my veins.

The hand cupping me starts moving up and down, rubbing my sensitive flesh and the thumb rotates back until it is pressing against my sensitive asshole.

At the feeling of the thumb pushing against my asshole I let out another scream as the pleasure rises to a level I wasn’t aware was possible.

The entire world is drowning in pleasure and nothing exists except for the hand manipulating my pussy, the thumb slowly sliding over my asshole and the pleasure.

Eventually the world starts coming back, I start feeling the heart hammering in my chest and the short labored breaths coming in and out of my mouth as gasps. The hand is still sliding over my slick pussy and the finger is still gently stroking my asshole. The pleasure is still there, but it has started dropping in intensity.

Eventually the hand touching me stops and I hear a voice asking, “So, did that help with your tension?”

I for some reason find this much more funny than it is and start giggling.

“Wow that is seriously cute,” the voice, that I now remember belongs to Ellen, says.

I feel soft lips gently touch my cheek and open my eyes, not realizing until now that they were closed. I see Ellen’s face hovering over me.

Wanting to touch her I turn until I am lying on my back and raise my hand to gently caress the side of her face.

She lowers herself down and brush her lips over mine.

Not satisfied with just the gentle feel of her lips, I extend out my tongue and let it slide over her lips. She gives a soft moan, before opening her mouth and letting her tongue meet mine.

The kiss goes on for a while before she breaks it and pulls back.

Not satisfied with this development either, I sit op and reach out for her. To my disappointment she steps back. The disappointment doesn’t last long however, as she grabs a hold of her top and pulls it over her head.

“You’re still covered in oil and I don’t have any other clothes to change into,” she says, while lowering her pants to the floor and pushing them off.

She now stand only in a bra and panties. Both are a simple white, clearly chosen more for comfort than for show. The panties however shows something that I notice with quite a bit of interest. The color of the panties are darker in the front, showing that she is clearly affected by what has happened so far.

Not willing to wait any longer I get off the table, stand up and move forward to embrace her. As I put my arms around her I also move my face closer to hers and capture her lips in another kiss.

The feeling of her lips against mine as well as our near naked bodies touching is enough to send a new shiver of pleasure through me and I am sure she feels it even more powerfully as she lets out a moan against my lips.

I reach around her back and open the hook of her bra. After it is off I gently grab her hand and pull her to the massage table and push her onto it.

Before joining her on the table I grab the oil she used when massaging me and squeeze a good amount onto her breasts and stomach.

I then crawl onto the table and gently lower myself onto her to avoid squishing her.

The slippery oil means that our bodies slide easily against each other and I take advantage of this to slide my entire body up and down hers. This both spreads the oil onto more of our skin and also create a pleasurable sensation as my nipples slide against her skin.

Ellen clearly agree as her breathing has sped up and is now coming in small gasps.

While the oil is fun and all, the massage table does not really allow us the room to fully take advantage of it, so I instead decide to slip off Ellen and the table and go down to the end of the table by her feet.

Reaching up I grab the sides of her panties and quickly pull them off. I take a quick moment to appreciate the wetness at the front of them, but the source of that wetness is much more interesting so I quickly toss the panties aside.

I grab her angles and gentle push her feet up towards crotch, while lowering myself onto the table between her legs.

As her legs bend and spread, her glistening pussy is exposed to my eyes. Since her legs shielded it from the oil I spread over our bodies, the moisture on it must come from her.

Seeing this I can’t help but lick my lips in anticipation. Seeing me do this Ellen gives out a small whimper, probably imagining what is about to happen.

I consider going slow and using the massage oil to tease her for a while, but seeing her exposed flesh the impatient part of me wins.

With her legs bend and spread, I no longer need to hold onto her angles, so I let go of them and bring my hands down to her crotch. I put the thumbs of each hand on her outer lips and use them to spread her open, giving me an unobstructed view of her opening.

I lean forward, bringing my face closer to her vagina and inhale her musky scent. I stay like this for a couple of moments, simply breathing in and savoring it. This also has another effect that I become aware of when Ellen gives out a small moan. As I am inhaling her scent, my exhale is hitting her exposed sensitive flesh.

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