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By mid-evening, it was time to board the ferry, my friend Sarah had waved us both off for our journey to a small island, John and I went together on this trip with the parents who have been cruising on the boat for about a week.

We unpacked our things in our own little rooms.

The time had come so I decided, to ask some pointed questions.

“Hey, can we talk?” I asked as I stood at the open door of John’s room.

He looked startled, and John said, “Uh, sure.” He looked like he was a trapped animal, and wanted desperately to escape this situation.

“How come you were watching me and Sarah?” I asked. Tactful, that’s what I was.

John looked sheepish. He blushed deeply. He looked around the small room, careful not to look me in the eye.

In a gentler tone, and much more carefully, I said, “Look, I’m not upset, I’m just curious. You’ve seen us do some pretty intimate things, do you like looking at us?”

“Well,” he began, “it is certainly educational. The night Sarah stayed over we talked a lot about sex. She was way more forthcoming about what you guys do than you were.

I told her that I was completely inexperienced and worried about going to college that way, and she suggested I talk to you about that. I told her you were squeamish, and she said that she was going to help me out. She said she was going to fuck me after she had fucked you.

That’s why she turned on your light, so I could see you two better and then you couldn’t see me, so I would be horny for her.” he said.

I just stared at him. I remembered the light going on, and I thought it had just been for my benefit.

“And then I hid in the bathroom this morning, thinking she was fully dressed by then, and there you both were! I just wanted to see her naked, I’ve never seen anything like that. And you pushed a finger inside her! That was really amazing.” John lit up.

“Yeah…” was all I could muster.

“And then, Sarah told me to watch you guys again, and I’d get to see you masturbating. She said that she read on the internet that if you watch a girl masturbate, it will help you know what really makes her hot and what hits her spot.”

“Well, okay.” I said. “But you haven’t answered my question. Did you like it? What was your reaction to what you saw?”

He blushed again and looked down.

“Oh, come on,” I said, “you’ve seen me at my most intimate and vulnerable, be open with me”. “What was your reaction to seeing Sarah and I do these things.”

“I uh, well, I got pretty horny.” He said, like it was a guilty confession.

“And did you masturbate?” I asked.

“Nikki!” he cried, as though horrified.

“Hey, you watched me eat my friend. You can fess up here I think.”

“Well, yeah. I did. Just watching made me very, um, you know, ‘ready?’ It didn’t take very long…” He said.

“Do you mean you were hard? Do you mean you had orgasms quickly when you started masturbating yourself?” I said, enjoying his discomfort a little too much.

“Oh Nikki, don’t tease me. I don’t have anyone to do these things with. I want to fool around, but I don’t want to with just anyone. I suppose college will have to be where I experiment.” He said seriously.

“John, I think you’re a hot guy. “And I should know, I have lived with you long enough” He blushed and I continued. “You’re going to have plenty of lovers in college, you just can’t let them do whatever they want to you! Just be firm, and move at your own pace, things will be fine, I promise.”

I pulled him up and gave him a hug. He seemed to relax against me. After a moment I scooped him up and tossed him the short distance onto his bed. He laughed out loud. We decided we were hungry and went to the restaurant on the boat. We made a very elaborate choices for dinner bursa otele gelen eskort for ourselves.

“Hey, thanks for waiting for us for dinner!” sarcastically exclaimed my father, when he and mum walked in 20 minutes later.

“Oh, whatever!” said John, “you told us to go ahead because you guys have plans.”

“Wow,” dad said, “my own children actually listen to instructions they are given.”

“Har, har.” We both replied.

“Well, we’re having dinner with the Johnson’s, they’re coming down shortly, we will just keep these seats for them once you both disappear and it is a formal occasion this time. I’ll have the tux, of course, but your mother has a new dress, of course, and apparently putting it on is rather involved.” He replied.

“So much for our lovely dinner,” said John, as he rose to go and help mum. Dad trudged up the stairs to get himself presentable, leaving me alone in the restaurant.

“Sigh. No plans tonight, and likely nothing but crap on the stage.” I thought to myself. But then another thought came into my head. “John will be bored tonight too…” I began plotting, not maliciously, not evilly, just thinking of possibilities. On top of everything else, I was still a horny woman.

I went upstairs and went into my parents open room. Whoops! Topless mother right in front of me. “Shit! Sorry mom.” I said and turned around to leave.

“Don’t be stupid. What do you want?” asked my mother. She was clearly in efficient getting ready mode.

“Just wanted to ask John what his plans were tonight. I was thinking of going to the movie room, wondering if he wanted to watch and if he had any input.” I said, facing out of my parents’ room while my mother and my brother wrestled her into some type of wrap around full length dress that might have been Asian in design.

“Nikki, I’m covered, you can turn around.” As I turned around, I was struck with how slim and beautiful my mother really is.

“Wow, mum, you look absolutely stunning.” I said. “That dress is exactly right for you.”

“Aw, you’re sweet. That’s exactly what I needed to hear.” She said. My father, fully dressed in his tuxedo, stepped into the room and had much the same reaction when he saw mum. “I’m never going to wear anything else if everyone keeps this up!” She said.

And then they were gone, and John and I looked at each other.

“I really don’t feel like going out to the movie room, should we just see what’s on Tv tonight?” John asked me.

“Sounds good to me. I’m putting on more comfortable clothes, though. Meet you back at mine shortly!.” I replied. I went to my room and put on my most comfortable sweats and waited on John. John followed me shortly, and soon we were watching yet another re-run of “Men in Black” on television.

“You know, you have a big advantage over me,” I began, tentatively.

“Really, what’s that? He asked, not even looking at me.

I thought for a moment, did I really want to say this? I decided I did. “Well, you’ve not only seen me naked, you’ve seen me masturbating and getting off. Doesn’t seem fair, really.” I said this as casually as I could.

I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my head as I looked at the television. I waited as long as I could, then ‘casually’ looked over at him. He was staring at me with an unbelieving look on his face. “Well,” he began, “I don’t have anyone to do those things with, and besides,” his voice became quite small, “who would want to look at me doing that anyway?”

I looked at him, and paused. I thought about how to answer, the question surprised me. “Well, remember earlier this summer, you told me you saw me when I was by myself. Let me ask you this: you said it was exciting, that you got hard and bursa eve gelen escort bayan horny when you watched me and Sarah together, did you have the same reaction when you saw me by myself?”

“Nikki!” he shrieked. “I’m all for having this openness in our relationship, but let’s not discuss how ‘hard’ I was!”

“Once again, you’ve not answered the question.” I said with a grin on my face.

“Oh fine. Yes, I did think it was exciting. Maybe because I’d never seen it before, maybe because it is so naughty to be spying on you, I don’t know. But yes, it was most definitely…stimulating.” He said. He was clearly becoming much more comfortable all the time.

“Okay, well, I have told you that I think your body is excellent, that I find it exciting. I want to see more of it, frankly. I want to watch you become excited and masturbate. That’s the simple truth.”

There was silence for quite a while. He was considering. Finally, he said, “How would this happen? I mean, would we do it here?”

“Wherever you’d like is fine. If it would be more comfortable you could do it in your room and I could peek from the door, but then anyone walking past might see as well.” I said, trying to keep the rising excitement out of my voice.

“You’re just a horny bastard, aren’t you?” he said with a twinkle in his eye. “You just want to look at any naked body near you.”

“Heck no!” I retorted. “I want to look at yours. I told you what I like about your body, that hasn’t changed.”

“Oh, but what if someone finds out, like Ross?” He said, as though suddenly struck by this horrible idea.

“We have shared secrets before. There is no way anyone other than the two of us will know, and I’m pretty confident in your ability to keep a secret.” I said.

He instantly relaxed. “Okay,” he said, “you can watch me, but you have to do it too. You have to get naked and you have to orgasm too.”

I smiled. I looked at him and asked when he wanted to do this, and he stood up and said “Right now, before I reconsider.” He pulled his shirt over his head, and exposed his chest and abs to me.

“Come on, take off ALL your clothes and sit next to me on the bed.” he said

Who was I to argue? I stripped off my clothes quickly, and sat next to him on my bed. We were only inches apart, and I openly looked at his body. His sagging testicles were beautiful, I thought, and I told him “I love the way your testicles look, I love how you have big, hard cock, with thick hard head.

“Can you play with it for me?” I said

“Oh, are we going to tell each other what to do?” He asked me. “Or are we just going to get ourselves off in the normal way?”

I shrugged. He said, “Let’s try a little direction, don’t you think talking dirty will help us get in the mood? Though I don’t seem to need too much help.” He indicated his hard cock, which was sticking straight up from his crotch.

“Let’s sit and face each other at the ends of the bed. I’ll be able to see your, uh, pussy better that way.” He said.

He simply moved to the end of the bed and leaned against the head-rest. I did the same and stretched out my legs. He seemed to decide this was going well, and he opened up her bent legs and I looked at his cock lustily.

“I love the way you trim your cock,” I said, “I can see it all clearly, I think it is a pretty cock.”

“Squeeze your penis, don’t stroke it, just squeeze it.” I said to him. I watched intently as he squeezed his penis, causing the head to become purple for a moment. He reached for my breasts and started playing with them, squeezing my nipples and cupping the whole breast. I clearly have sensitive nipples, as I would sigh each time he pinched them.

“Do you do that when you’re alone?” I asked him sensitively.

He nodded and said, “Say something really dirty to me. Tell me about something you want to do to a man.”

I decided to throw caution to the wind, and describe a fantasy that would involve him, I began, “Well, I’ve told you before that I love your cock, I’d like to cover it with oil, you know, massage oil. I’d take my time, covering the whole cock and making sure that I squeezed your testicles so they get hard. I moved my hand down to his cock, he was really getting into this, and it was all clear that my ‘dirty talk’ was adding to his mood.

I continued, “Once i got your cock all oiled up, nice and slick, I would have you do the same to my naked body. Spreading oil up and down my body, all over my boobs, that would feel amazing. I would like to see your hand over my wet oiled pussy, maybe your other hand cupping my tits. I would let you do this until i was ready to orgasm into your hands”.

He started stroking his cock, stroking it vigorously.

“Then I’d get on top of you, and I’d push my tits over your penis, I’d push back and forth, just slowly at first, and each time your cock came towards my face I would take the tip into my mouth and lick the underside. I would keep squeezing your testicles and eventually increase my speed. There would be no way you would last long, you would grunt and I would know what’s coming. I would open my mouth and you would cum across my face and neck, into my hair, I would be covered with your hot cum.

This clearly had the desired effect, as he began rocking harder. It was clear he was going to cum soon, and I picked up the pace too, wanting to cum at the same time if possible.

He beat me to it, He came and moaned, not loud but low and long. It was clear he was enjoying it and it looked a good orgasm, long lasting and deeply felt.

I looked at him and it was so damn hot. This hot guy, total naked, shaved cock, hot abs. He was so close i could smell the sex. As his orgasm subsided, he stretched out his legs, laying them on top of mine.

The touch of his bare skin against mine was more than I could handle, and i began to cum. Now Sarah, and Ross to a matter of fact gave me some mind-blowing orgasms, and this one, though it was self-inducted was up there too.

This situation was so hot, so dirty, my brother came in thick white ropes. As much as I ever seen Ross. I felt it splashing down my legs, and realized that it hit John’s legs too. That was even hotter, and I felt a renewed surge.

We lay panting for a while, not talking, John was still rubbing his cock, still cumming drips. He reached over again and pinched a nipple occasionally making me jump at the ensuing reaction. His cock began to deflate, and we finally looked each other in the eye.

“That was hotter than anything I have ever fantasised about,” John said. “That was in incredible orgasm, and it was just from looking and thinking about what you were telling me.”

“I can’t believe how much I came. Sorry about your leg.” He said.

I giggled a bit, and got up to get a towel. After cleaning myself off I threw it to him.

He pulled on his clothes and sat beside me on the bed, I got up and got dressed as well.

“You okay with this?” I asked him

“I’m fine. For the first time in my life I am sure that someone was rubbing their clit and playing with their tits while thinking of me. That story was so hot Nikki, you were looking at me lustily, and I have never felt so attractive in my life. We didn’t anything wrong, apart from me cupping your tits and pinching your nipples, and we only just got off watching each other. We happened to be in the same room, Why, are you not ok with it Nikki?” John asks

“Oh, I’m fine.” I said. “Just didn’t want anything to be odd.”

He smiled at me, kept looking at me, then asks “Do you want to go to the movie room now”?

I smiled back at John, “lets freshing up so we don’t smell of sex in case we bump into the parents, then we shall head down and see what’s on. Never know what fun we can get up to in there”? I reply.

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Contains: Massive breasts, military training, light implied BE, and strong women.

This is a sequel(ish)! Please read the first story for a better understanding of the setting!

(All characters are fictional, only characters 18+ perform sexual activities)

—————–

“Alright, you sad sacks of fat, from this day forward I’m gonna turn you from bumbling little girls into proud, fighting women,” growled Drill Marshal Diana Falconridge, “Do you understand!”

“Yes ma’am, yes!” came a chorus of female voices, although not really with each other at all. What a lousy set of milk babies.

“That wasn’t good enough!”

“YES MA’AM, YES!”

“Better,” Diana stated firmly, stopping her pacing behind the recruits to get a good look at the lot of them. Standing behind was necessary considering the caliber of girls she had been assigned. Each of the 20 female soldiers-in-training had breasts at least 5 feet in diameter, comparable to Diana’s own set.

Diana was checking out the girls, trying to deduce who were her aces and which ones would be the problem children. She hadn’t gotten the name of the girls yet, she knew little of their background, and honestly was a bit annoyed by the attitude she was getting from one in particular.

“You there, miss ‘too good for you,’ the one with the GAUL to let your long hair flop all over the place. What is your name, sweetheart?” inquired Diana, menacingly.

“Ms. Drill Instructor, I am afraid that since you don’t know who I am, I’ll have to educate you on-” started the beautiful woman.

“3 laps!”

“Huh!?” cried the stuck up girl, confused and disgusted, “What do you-!?”

“4 laps! Or, no supper tonight. Take your pick~” Diana said, letting the last sentence hang with its sickly sweet threat.

“Fine!”

“IT’S ‘YES MA’AM’!”

“Yes ma’am!” squealed the woman as she took off. Diana watched her go, analyzing the girl’s capability. As she suspected, the brat was trash. Each movement used WAY too much energy and the result was her chest bounced freely, even in her heavy-duty cups and tailored fatigues. Diana smirked a little as she heard the idiot smack herself in the face with her own tits.

“I expect all of you take not of this. Don’t step out of line. Take your complaints and cry them into your brother’s shoulder when you tell him you aren’t woman enough.”

You could almost watch the rest of the line straighten simultaneously.

“Good,” Diana said, “Now let’s get started with introductions while Too Good runs her laps. My name Drill Marshal Falconridge! You will call me Ma’am, Marshal, or Mrs. Falconridge! Now each of you is going to give me your name, and everyone is going to remember it. Everyone who forgets a name in your squad tomorrow is going to get bathroom detail. You know what that means, right pansies? Now let’s start with … you.”

The girl at the end of the line was not too happy about this. Diana had already scouted her out as troublesome, though not in the way Too Good was. The girl was waaay too meek for the job she’d been signed up for. Short but with the largest pair of all the girls in the line-up (Diana had looked that up, 7.12 feet by last measurement), she would be a great soldier once she was whipped into shape. Her short, brown, curly hair made her adorable too, and Diana liked to pick on the cute ones.

“I-I, um, my name is Quincy,” said the poor girl, wide-eyed and a bit nervous. Then, realizing a moment later she added, “Ma’am!”

“Louder, girl, louder!”

“Quincy, ma’am!” the shortstack yelled, face red.

“Good! Squad, this is Quincy! Your job will be to take care of her, and she is gonna take care of you! Clear?”

“Yes, Ma’am!” came the return. It was a sharper response this time. Diana nearly let out a smile.

“We’re gonna keep this going, girlies! Next!”

“Me?” asked the girl right next to Quincy. When all she got was a glare, she continued, “Uh, Margot, ma’am!”

“Next!”

“Kris! Ma’am.”

“Next!”

They kept going down the line until they reached a girl with a black bob cut. She seemed to be staring off into the sky.

“Next! … I said next, you lazy dumpster! Go!”

Snapping out of her daze, the girl blinked at the instructor, “Yes, … ma’am?”

“Come on! We ain’t got all day, Daydreamer!”

“… How many?”

“What?” Diana asked, annoyed at this idiot in her group.

“Laps?”

“Name!” bursa escort the Drill Marshal yelled.

“Ah, my name’s Pyuni… ma’am.”

“Then run a lap Daydreamer Pyuni!”

“Yes, ma’am!” the girl replied as she began to move forward.

Diana admired her movements. Damn! This little lady has some good form! Pyuni was definitely a tall girl, but her running with her 5-foot tits was just impressive to watch. Was she a track star maybe? She gave a small whistle.

“Well, Miss Space Cadet really knows how to go! Look girls, we’re gonna make you all like that by the time I’m through with you.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

That’s the spirit, Diana thought. Now, she just really need to shape these girls into the incredible machines that they are. As she thought that, Miss Too Good finished her third lap, hot sweaty, and hair stuck to her face. The girl just collapsed into her squishy chest, spreading her perspiration all over her new fatigues. Diana wondered if it was bad that she enjoyed watching stuck up girls turned into a mess like this.

“Oh! So our prodigal bitch returns! How was your journey? See any sights, think any thoughts about your future, hmmmmm?” Diana said leaning toward the exhausted girl.

“Yes,” the girl croaked out between pants.

“Well, can’t call you by a nickname without knowing what your real one is, Miss Too Good! Why don’t you tell your squad your name?”

“Courtney,” the tired girl said as loud as she could, but failing to get above normal speaking volume, “ma’am.”

“Well, good to know you have one Too Good. I hope everyone remembers that one or they will be running tomorrow!”

Some of the girls groaned and one had to ask her neighbor what Too Good’s name was. It was a thoroughly embarrassing situation for the girl who continued to lie against her melons, even as he hid her face in her own chest.

After that, the rest of the introductions went smoothly, ending with a girl on the end named Torrie. And then, everyone ran a lap. So began training. Diana watched the girls run around the track, watching them, enjoying the bounce of their tits, and evaluating their performance. Quincy, brown curls fluttering in the wind, was in the front of the pack at the beginning, her larger chest and greater strength propelling her faster. Sadly, she tired quickly due to her tendency to not breath properly. Honestly It looked like she was practicing for a breath holding contest the way her cheeks bulged.

Pyuni lead the pack from start to finish, and Courtney dropped quickly since she was already exhausted. However, every girl completed the first lap of their “boob camp,” so that was good. This was only the beginning, after all.

—————–

Quincy sat down on one of the specialized benches in the mess hall designed for the large figures of the women at the camp. Being the biggest girl was embarrassing and made her feel like there was a whole lot of weight on her shoulders to be the best in the squad. She wasn’t ready for that.

The lunch provided was mostly meat, some veg, and a big glass of milk. Quincy looked at her meal with a feeling of indecision. The desire to eat was being weighed against the desire to just give up on this boot camp and try to get removed quickly. Eventually hunger won and she decided to start eating. She had wondered what army food would be like. Her parents had said it wasn’t that good, but this was actually quite delicious.

Quincy took a look around the mess and realized that the room had been separated into 2 segments. Her side contained her squad and 2 others. All the girls here were large, most ranging from 4.5 to 6 feet. The other side though… those girls were normal. Averaging somewhere between 1.5 and 2 feet. A plastic sheet separated the two messes. *Were the girls on the other side not being served as well?* she wondered.

Her view of the small mess was blocked by another woman, or rather, another woman’s boobs. Shifting her gaze upward, Quincy watched as that tall black-haired girl slid her way backward onto the bench beside her. The Daydreamer girl didn’t seem to be paying much attention, and nearly placed her tray on top of Quincy’s own.

“Whoa! Um, your-you’re Pyuni, right?”

The enigmatic woman popped out of her personal bubble and turned her face toward the one addressing her, “Oh, yeah that’s me. You’re Quint or something. Sorry, just a bit out of it today.”

Quincy gave a small giggle, “No problem! It’s, ah, Quincy. By the way.”

There was awkward silence for a moment. Quincy began to worry she had gotten off on the wrong foot or something.

“What do you think of Mrs. Falconridge?” asked Pyuni, eyes gazing off in her own universe.

“Well… I know she’s not evil or anything, but…” Quincy was having a hard time sorting her feelings about the Drill Marshall. On one hand, the woman actively berated nearly everyone, yet there was something about the woman Quincy could not help but admire.

“She’s got more strength than the obvious, I think,” commented the black-haired beauty. “I think we shouldn’t mess with her.”

“Well, she’s not an officer for nothing.”

“That’s true. Hey, did they say anything about room or bunk assignments?” asked Pyuni, letting her oblivious side show.

“Not yet. I-If we get to pick, do you … do you want to room together?”

Quincy felt her body tighten up as she stepped outside her comfort zone. After less than fifteen seconds with no response, she felt that bit of herself she had extended shrivel up and die. That was dumb of her. People expect what they want form you and never give you anything in return. Just like mom and dad.

“Sure, I guess,” Pyuni finally responded without noticing the struggle Quincy had just undergone. “Can’t really think of anyone else I know. Plus, you’re nice enough.”

Quincy couldn’t help but blink. This was not what she was expecting. That little piece of herself, that hope she had, blossomed full once again.

“Thank you!” Quincy cried. She reached out and grabbed Pyuni’s body in a hug startling the wandering mind back into its body. Large breasts collided in a squishy mess as the shorter girl’s titans began competing with the tall girl’s monsters. The titans were winning, and the shirts were also losing. A button flew off Quincy’s button down fatigues and the cleavage formed the two girls was cavernous.

“I, well, uh,” stammered Pyuni, feeling the large fluffy mountains squish into her. Uh oh. She’d set the poor girl off somehow. Now she had to diffuse the situation.

“B-boobs,” was all the tall girl could say.

Quincy stopped her hug to realize what was happening. She quickly let go and sat back in her spot, face bright red. “S-sorry.”

“It’s OK I-“

“Alright, gentlemen!” cried Drill Marshall Falconridge flanked by two other women in similar outfits, “You’ve got 5 minutes to finish up! Then you will be going through your first real ‘boob camp’ training. So eat up! If you don’t eat, you’re not gonna survive.”

Quincy gulped then tackled her food with abandon.

“I’m not sure you should eat that fast, Quince,” admonished Pyuni.

” ‘m hrungrre,” was Quincy’s only retort, seeing as her mouth was stuffed with food.

—————–

“Girls like you are some of the most powerful fighters on the field. We call you ‘mid-class’ and you will be part soldier, part shield, and part mobile transport. Before the end of training we hope to give you some experience with carrying 1 or more girls form the lower-class group.”

Pyuni was not really paying attention to Diana’s lecture. Honestly, she wasn’t much interested in being in the military, but every other girl in her family had been through military for 3 generations, so it was hard to say “no” when it was your lineage at stake. Her mother even said they came from a long line of warrior priestesses, although that seemed a bit far-fetched.

“Of course, the large-class girls will be the major transport, so you won’t be taking the full brunt. Those girls 15ft and above are required to take at least a year of military training. Anyway, you might be partnered up with a girl in the future, so keep that in mind.”

Meeting that girl at lunch, Pyuni thought, was a good step to making life at base a bit more interesting. Hopefully things would go smoothly, she could do her tour, and come back. Maybe take up painting? She enjoyed it but mostly as recreation and not a job. It would probably sour the experience, just like track had done with her running. Work and pleasure were oil and water, or something like that.

“Any questions?” Falconridge asked.

“Ma’am, if all gigantic girls need to join does that mean … Veronica van Wellis had to take a tour?” one of the fresh recruits responded.

Well, if she was going to survive, görükle escort bayan she really should be paying attention. She had a lot of trouble with that in the past which had made it hard to convince her parents that she was ready for College. Besides, they’d already decided on this military thing. Pyuni decided to tune in for a moment.

“Oh yeah, especially her! The whole point of the program is to get girls with the capacity to destroy buildings the necessary control to live normal lives. Can you imagine what kind of world it would be if she couldn’t control herself? She even got an early start into the program,” the Drill Marshal explained.

Nevermind, this wasn’t important. Geeze it always seemed like the important stuff flew past her and all she heard was the useless bits. Pyuni thought about the two big girls she knew and wondered how they had felt about their training and if they were frustrated by it being mandatory. Even if her parents wanted her to come, she’d just accepted this as part of her duty. In theory she could have likely shot them down. But those girls had no choice. Well, they only needed a year and Pyuni needed …

A tap on the shoulder.

“Hey, you Ok?”

Turning to the poke, Pyuni turned to see Quincy looking concerned.

“We need to go pick up the practice firearms, are you coming?” the short girl asked.

Out of her thoughts, Pyuni gave a small smile, “Oh, uh, sounds good.”

The pair walked over to the large machine guns on the wall the girls were going to be using. Designed with mid-class women in mind, the hunks of steel were each about 100 pounds. Despite this, each and every girl picked up her weapon with relative ease. In all honesty, Pyuni hadn’t been paying attention to what they needed to do next, so she aimlessly followed Quincy to the training course were there was a whole lot of talking about the guns. Pyuni simply sat and thought about what dinner would be like. Hopefully it was just as good as lunch.

“You all got that?” yelled an enthusiastic Ms. Falconridge.

“Yes, Ma’am!” Pyuni managed to chorus back. Damn she’d gotten in her head again.

From her side came a whisper, “Just fire at the target. We’ve got rubber bullets.”

Glancing down, Pyuni recognized Quincy sticking by her side, or at least as close as they could get, her large protrusions held apart by a small winch of some kind so she could see ahead and aim her firearm.

“Thank you”

“Hey, you two!” the Drill Marshal commanded as she approached, “No speaking, only shooting! Especially you, Cutie Pie. You’re the biggest of the lot! Don’t let your height stop you! Fire! Or you’re gonna let that Ms Too Good get a head of you.”

“Y-Yes, Ma’am,” cried the ‘small’ girl.

Pyuni grinned aiming her gun at the target. Maybe if things stayed this interesting she wouldn’t have to space out.

With that thought, she pulled the trigger.

—————–

“And I’d say, the rest is history!” said First Lieutenant Quincy “QT” Fowler, standing proudly in front of a fresh group of cadets straight out of “boob camp.”

“Wait a minute, you forgot to really introduce me in this!” pouted Second Lieutenant Courtney “Too Good” Maxwell, putting on her snooty airs.

“She got the important part I think,” replied Second Lieutenant Pyuni “Daydream” Urano, gazing into the middle distance as normal.

“But you didn’t really touch on the firearm training where I finally got to show off my skills, or the battle where we all worked together to-” Courtney started.

“Yeah, but the rookies know THAT part,” said Quincy with a smile.

“Well, probably not the firearms training,” admitted Pyuni.

“Who’s side are you on!” Quincy said, feigning anger.

But really, the three friends couldn’t hold it together anymore and began laughing. Despite everything, they were together in this and it was going to be their job to get these green girls to become a true unit.

“How much we’ve grown since then,” Pyuni sighed.

“Enough with the memories, how about you little lasses show us what you got!” Quincy declared with a smile.

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Hey there! Thank you to everyone who read this whole thing. I know not everyone enjoyed SiB part 1, but I’m glad you all made it through part 2.

The goal of this series is to look at a single world from multiple perspectives, answering questions as we go along. This chapter’s question was “What would the military be like?”

PLEASE tell me your thoughts on the story. It will help me make even better works in the future.

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I never realized what a cocksman my father was until after my mother passed away. I always thought of him as a pretty straight guy who looked at other women but “didn’t touch”. Of course I knew he had a pretty nice uncut cock that was about six inches long when it was flaccid. All my thoughts proved wrong in a hurry.

First of all, he began fucking his mother in law who lived with us. Agnes was sixty four and she liked her alcohol. It was not uncommon for her to get drunk and be that way for a couple of days. Father told her she could continue to live with us and run the household as long as she stayed sober. In return, he informed her she was going to be his whore and he would bed with her. Agnes agreed and they began fucking on a regular basis. Father also began buying some nice clothes for Agnes so she could dress better than she had been.

Fathers business sometimes took him to a very large midwestern city where I found out he had a couple of other women he was also bedding. One of them lived on the south side of the city and was close to a major league ballpark. She had very black hair and did not shave either her armpits or her legs. Both her pits and legs had a large mass of black hair growing on them. In the spring and summer if the ball club was in town on the weekends I could go watch them play while father and Lil played with each other.

Lil liked to wear black lingerie. I found out while peeking in her clothes hamper and found a pair of nice lace black panties and a black bra. It was obvious she had worn the panties while she was fucking father because there were semen stains in the crotch of them and it could only have come from him.They had dried nice and white and were clearly visisble. She also like to wear very sheer dark brown or black full fashioned stockings. A tall lady with slender legs she obviously had to wear “long” size hose. Lil wasn’t particularly attractive, but I guess father found her to be conversant and a good fuck, so he dated her for awhile.

I caught them up short one Sunday afternoon because the ball game got over earlier than usual and when I went back to her home I couldn’t find them right away. I finally heard sounds coming from her bedroom and could hear father say “You long legged bitch. You just like my fucking uncut prick fucking your hairy cunt don’t you? I’ll stick it right up into your fucking cervix and you’ll find yourself floating in semen.”

Lil replied “Yes. I love your big uncut cock and I want you to just fill my cunt with your love juice. I want to let it leak out into the pair of black directoire knickers I’m going to put on for you when we are finished. You also know I adore dressing up for you with my cut out bras, long black stockings, black garter belts, and high heel shoes. I not only love your fucking uncut cock but love it when you nurse on my teats.”

I backed away and went out onto the front porch. When I thought they might be finished I went back inside the house. They were just coming into the living room when I went inside.

“How was the ball game?” father asked.

“It was fine. I saw a couple of really long home runs and had a good time.” I replied. I looked at Lil’s legs and could see the matted hair under her dark brown stockings. She had a black forest on her legs. She looked like the cat that ate the canary and I could see she was infatuated with my father. I’m certain that father gave here a very good fucking.

We headed for our home a hundred miles west of the city. I didn’t want to pry so I didn’t ask father if he was in love with Lil. We got home about ten o’clock and Agnes was up waiting for us. “I presume you had a good time.” she said. I told her I did because I got to watch a couple of good baseball games. “And how about you Mac? Did you have a good time too?”

I could see the look in Agnes’s eyes that she was probably going to want father to fuck her tonite, so I excused my self and went up to my room. A little while later I crept downstairs and listened outside fathers bedroom door. I heard them talking so I listened quietly to see what the tone of the conversation was about.

“Listen you motherfucker, I want that long cock of yours fucking my pussy. Agnes said. I’ve been here all by myself all weekend while you were cavorting around with that black haired whore in the city and probably screwing her to the bedpost. Now fuck this old cunt like you did her.”

I heard father tell her “Just take my cock in your mouth and get it good and hard then I’ll stick in your cunt so far you’ll think it is in your mouth. Do you want me to put a rubber on before I fuck you?”

Agnes replied “I don’t want your cock in me with a rubber on it. I want all your hot semen in my cunt to make it good and wet. Now I have to piss, so come out on the porch and help me.”

I quickly moved to the living room and watched as they came out of the bedroom and moved toward the side porch. Father saw me and motioned for me to follow them outside. Agnes was dressed in a black garter girdle with eight long straps, dark brown very sheer sex hikayeleri nylon stockings, sling back heels and a black cut out bra with her long nipples sticking out of the cups like being ready to be suckled. She no more than got out onto the porch than she spread her legs apart, squatted down, pulled her inner lips open and proceeded to begin spraying a stream of pee that started going down both of her legs. “Oh fuck” she said. “My fucking stockings are getting soaked. I’ll have to take them off when I get back in the house.”

We all went back into the house and father sat Agnes on the bed and unhooked her stockings from the garters and peeled them down her legs. He told me to get a washcloth a towel and some warm water so I could wash them for her. When I finished I squatted there and was looking right at her gray haired cunt with her long inner lips extended down past her outer lips by an inch.

Suddenl she pulled her inner lips open and said “Why don’t you just stick your tongue in my cunt like your father does? He likes to eat my pussy and you are old enough now to understand what sex is all about. After all, you’re almost twenty.”

I moved in closer and saw she had spread open enough that I could not only see here cunt but could also see her gaping pee hole. I decided to find her clit and suck on it first, then move down and see if I could stick the tip of my tongue on her peehole. She wiggled and squirmed when I sucked on her clit and I quickly brought her to an orgaasm.

“Christ do you know how to suck a clit. Where did you learn that from?” she asked.

I didn’t answer her. I just moved my tongue down to her big peehole and started trying to wedge my tongue inside. Suddenly I felt something warm on my tongue and a slight salty taste and I knew Agnes had dribbled piss on my tongue. I just stuck my mouth over her peehole and sucked on it, getting another little drink of piss from her.

She writhed as I sucked and I suddenly found myself in a position where she was having a huge orgasm.

“Get up on the bed, both of you, and one of you can fuck me and the other one can nurse on my teats. I need a good fucking and a good sucking.” she said.

Father got on the bed after dropping his clothing. I was fascinated by how long his cock was and the upward curve it had to it. Not only was he uncut but his cock was curved like a scimitar. He must have been at least eight inches long when he was hard and his foreskin was still covering most of his cock.

“You fuck her first, I’ll nurse her big teats. After you come inside her, I’ll give her a second load while she sucks your cock nice and clean.” I said.

With that he slammed his long cock into her wide open cunt and as he did so Agnes just screamed. He must have really shoved his cock all the way up her cunt because she ooohed and aaahed while he had it buried inside her. I was sucking one of her teats and I saw her wrap her nylon clad legs around his waist to keep the full length of his cock inside her cunt. I switched to the other teat and clamped my mouth on the long nipple. That was the nice thing about Agnes’s teats. When you nursed her you didn’t have to look for the nipples. They were long and waiting for your mouth. As I was nursing I happened to notice the enormous growth of gray hair under her armpits. It was obvious she had not shaved them for a considerable length of time. I took my hand and smoothed the hair under one pit out and saw it was a rather luxurious growth.

All of a sudden father stiffened and with his cock still buried deep inside her cunt he arched his back. I knew right away that he had just filled her cunt with a load of semen. Agnes just kept her legs around his waist as if to not let him escape and lose some of the wet sticky juice he had just supplied her with. His cock must have begun to shrivel up and he withdrew it all covered with his semen and her juices. I let go of her nipple and Agnes said “Get your wet, sticky cock up here so I can clean it off and nible your foreskin.”

Father got off Agnes and I moved down to where I could see her glistening wet cunt lips. I also noticed that her belly was cleanly shaven down to where the cleft of her cunt began. At that point her huge growth of gray hair covered the slit and went all the way down her thighs, so it became immediately clear that she was not shaving her legs either. I looked down at her stocking covered thighs and legs and could see her hair clearly matted down by her stockings.

“What are you looking at?” she asked me. “I want that long hard cock of yours stuck up in my cunt too, so slide it in while I suck your fathers cock clean.” My cock was as hard as that of a stallion before mounting a mare and as Agnes spread her lips open I could clearly see her enormously large peehole and very wet matted pubic hair. It was matted because it was soaked with remnants of fathers load of semen. I simply moved forward and slid it into her sopping wet cunt, going all the way to her cervix on the first thrust.

She cleaned fathers cock and he porno hikayeleri begn suckling her teats. I thrust my cock into her cunt about three times and burst forth with a load of semen that would surely impregnate her if she was of childbearing years. I let my cock shrink to its normal size before I withdrew it from her cunt, wiping it on the tops of her dark stockings as I did so, where it left a stringy mess of semen.

The shit hit the fan two weeks later when father was out of state on business. Agnes got absolutely stone assed drunk and stayed that way for two days. I don’t know where she got her booze from because I didn’t see a taxi or anyone else bringing anything to the house. However, the following Monday, she was packed up and banished from our house for good. So ended the saga of my maternal side.

Meanwhile, things with the two ladies from the city had also cooled down when late in the summer entered Velma. Velma worked at the same place father did and was in her late thities and never been married. Not gorgeous,but attractive, a petite lady who dressed nicely and wore a little makeup.

Father began courting her and within a couple of months he would let me know he might not be home a particular night. I presumed he was bedding with her although in the early 1950’s this wasn’t customary for a couple, engaged or not. However, when you are consenting adults and are cautious about it, perhaps tongues didn’t wag as much as I thought they would.

He and Velma got married early in February and honeymooned in “The Big Easy” during Mardi Gras. I’m sure they had a great old time and may have been “worn out” after a two week honeymoon down there. She was a very good stepmother and fulfilled the needs of the household. I could tell they were very much in love, even though this was fathers second marriage while it was her first. When father would come home from work in the late afternoon,they would convene in the kitchen eating area which then became “off limits” to the rest of the family. If you knocked on the door, the answer was “we are busy right now.” and you waited until the door opened.

They both had a taste for martinis so I presume it was cocktail and cigarette time, but there could have been other “things” going on. Velma always dressed nicely for father and that meant she wore stockings and a dress or skirt and blouse around the house.

I had seen the inside of her lingerie drawer and while she didn’t have a need to wear a girdle, she had several of them in her drawer. She was also on the petite size in terms of breast size and was only a thirty six A cup. Father loved buying panties and stockings for her so she had a ample stock of those in her drawer.

Early in the fall father was back bowling with his team and Velma kept score because she couldn’t bowl due to an auditory problem. I was still using my big upright floor tent to spend weekend nights sleeping outdoors. It was a clear moonlit night and I had been reading when I heard our car enter the gravel driveway and drive to the rear of the house in front of the garage.

We owned a large two story house with one bathroom which was on the second floor. Father and Velma’s bedroom was on the first floor right under the bathroom. There was a sidewalk from the driveway to the house at the back door and you passed by their bedroom to enter the house.

When the car stopped I heard Velma holler to father “I have to piss so badly I don’t think I can get upstairs to the bathroom. I just have to go now.”

Father said “Get out of the car, pull your skirt and slip up and pull your panties down and squat down alongside the house and piss. It will go on the sidealk and run down onto the grass.”

Velma said “I don’t have any panties on now. I was going to the womens room before we left the lodge and I had to pee so badly I dribbled in them and got them a little bit wet. I shouldn’t have had that last martini. I was alright until then.”

By this time I had opened one of the side windows on my tent and was watching to see what she did. To my utter amazement, she hiked her skirt and slip up to her waist, squatted down against the house and was pissing before she got completely down.I could see she clearly was wearing brown stockings and a black open bottom girdle. I could also see her stream spraying out in front of her, hardly even touching the sidewalk it had such force behind it.

“Big daddy,get over here.” she cried. “I need your cock in my mouth. I’m fucking drunk. I knew I shouldn’t have had that fourth martini, but everybody else was drinking. I’m pissing on my stockings darling. They’re going to get all wet and mommy needs your big cock in her mouth right now.”

Father went over, unzipping his trousers as he did. When he got over by her he stood to the side so he didn’t get pissed on and she pulled his cock out of his boxers. It wasn’t totally erect, but it was getting there. She just engulfed it in her mouth and began sucking on it.

He said “You’re one horny little bitch tonite. What the fuck has gotten seks hikayeleri into you? I can’t believe your this horny Velma.”

She replied “Just let me finish pissing then we are going into the bedroom and you’re going to fuck my brains out. I can’t wait to get your big long cock in my itchy pussy. I’m so fucking horny it isn’t even funny.”

With that, she let go of his now erect cock and stood up, holding her skirt and slip up around her waist. I got a nice view of her belly and legs from the waist on down and I could see she had plenty of hair on her belly and cunt. She took his cock and led him into the house.

I quietly unzipped the front of my tent just enough to let me get outside. I slowly made my way up to the sidewalk to outside their bedroom. I could see the trail of pee she had left as it went from the house to the edge of the sidewalk.

The light in their bedroom went on and because the window shade wasn’t pulled all the way down I could see inside. I heard her say “Get your fucking clothes off lover. I need all of that long uncut prick of yours in my wet cunt.” With that, Velma dropped her skirt and half slip onto the floor, pulled her sweater over her head and threw it down and left her black bra on. As soon as she pulled her sweater off I could see her nipples since it was an open cup bra.I could also clearly see her very lush growth of pubic hair on her belly and cunt lips. It was a very nice brown color and there was plenty of it.

Daddy dropped his trousers and boxers and threw his shirt and T shirt off. His cock was standing at attention and his foreskin was not fully retracted. Velma proceeded to lie down on the bed and said “Give me all that cock with one stroke. My cunt is on fire and I need you to put it out now. Now get in bed and fuck me.” With that she raised her stocking clad legs in the air and opened her cunt lips with her hands.

Daddy kneeled in front of her and took his cock in his hand and aimed it at her cunt. With a single thrust he was totally immersed inside her hairy pussy. Velma moaned a little bit as the cock hit the top of her vagina, but quickly thrust her stocking clad legs around daddy’s back and immobiized him. Daddy just kept his cock firmly planted inside of her as she began to wiggle and moan in pleasure. Velma kept adjusting her legs to get a tighter grip on daddy to keep his cock buried inside her.

Suddenly she arched her back and cried out “You great big motherfucking motherfucker. Keep that big motherfucking cock of yours buried in my cunt. It feels so good and I can’t get enough of it. You’re making me come all over the place.”

Daddy just kept his cock firly in place until suddenly he arched his back and told her “You horny fucking cunt. I’m going to splash a super sized load of semen inside your fucking cunt. I hope there are lots of nice sperm in it so I get you pregnant.” With that he unleashed a load and buried his cock in her cunt again.

I watched intently as father continued to keep his cock buried in Velmas cunt. She wiggled and squirmed as she enjoyed him fucking her. Finally, he arose and she took his cock in her hand and guided it up to her mouth and said “I want to lick your semen and my juices off that fine peter of yours. You have given me the fucking of my life darling. I don’t know what caused me to get so horny tonite, but I just needed a huge fucking.”

With that, she stuck his now shriveling cock in her mouth and proceeded to lick and suck him clean.

Finally Velma said “Mac, I’m sleeping in my girdle and stockings tonite. You can either put my wet panties back on me or get that brand new pair of black directoire knickers you just gave me and put them on me. Either way,I am not wiping my cunt and I’m going to let all of your semen drip out into the crotch of whatever you put on me.”

Father got out of the bed and went over to Velma’s dresser drawer and looked until he found her new knickers. Carefully he unfolded them and went over to the bed with them in his hands.

Velma said “Before you put those on me darling, I have to piss again. Before I piss though why don’t you get my wet panties out of my purse and I’ll stuff them into my cunt while I’m pissing so your semen doesn’t leak out of me while I’m pissing.” She took the panties from father and stuffed them into her vagina. “Now I can piss without all that wonderful semen leaking out of me. Now go get the chamberpot so I can squat over it while you hold it for me darling.”

Father got the chamberpot and as Velma stood up and spread her legs wide apart, he held the potty underneath her. The piss came quickly and a strong stream followed. I could see it as it splashed into the bottom of the pot causing it to splash upward. She must have really had to piss again. Those martinis she was talking about must have gone right through her. She completed her pissing and father took the chamberpot and put it on the stairway. Velma took her wet panties out of her cunt, looked at them and said “I guess you did shoot a huge load in me. There is already semen leaking out of my pussy. Look at what is on my panties.” With that, she proceeded to step into her directoire knickers, pulled them up so the bottom of them was just covering her stocking tops. Then she put on a sheer white nightgown and crawled into bed.

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It started, as these things so often do, with the police. Because they went to the wrong house (if your warrant says 253 Oak DRIVE, you’re not supposed to go to 253 Oak LANE — they’re on completely opposite sides of the city), they broke down the door of Councilman Jackson’s house and when he and his wife reflexively reacted to someone smashing in the door, the cops drew their guns and killed them both.

Since the Councilman was a successful black man, and the warrant was for a white drug dealer, this led to the usual conspiracy theories and cries of the cops being racist and trying to prevent black people from achieving success. I personally subscribed more to the theory of incompetence, following Hanlon’s Razor (never attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity.)

In the meantime, since I was also a Councilman and the Jacksons were close friends of mine — plus which, the nearest family they had was 2,000 miles away — I was the natural choice to take in their now orphaned teenage daughter. There was no reason for her to be sent to a foster home when a close friend of the family was available. (Me being rich, male and white probably didn’t hurt my case with the bureaucrats, either. I’m not thrilled about the way of the world, but in this case, I used it to my advantage.) I secured her financial future by wrangling $3 million out of the police department for the wrongful deaths — quite frankly, they were happy to pay it to make the issue go away. For the same reason, rather than risk a public trial that would inflame the city, the cops (both white, of course) who had fucked up the raid were fired and pled guilty to manslaughter. If it had been just a regular black citizen they had murdered, they would probably have gotten away with a slap on the wrist, but taking out a member of the city government doomed that possibility.

Tillie was 14, just finishing 8th grade, when all this happened. I got her counseling to deal with it (though it’s just about impossible to ever fully get over something like that) and put her in a private high school with small class sizes and lots of staff members. I also sold my business interests for $10 million to my business partners, so I could retire and focus 100% on helping her get through her high school years. It’s tough enough to get through those under normal circumstances, let alone after something like what happened to her happens.

Somehow, she put it behind her and survived high school. Her grades as a freshman weren’t all that great, but as the counseling took effect, time went by, and she learned how to deal with it, she improved. At the end of freshman year, her overall GPA was 2.1. That rose to 2.5 after sophomore year, 2.7 after junior year and 2.9 when she graduated. And while she hadn’t wanted to celebrate her birthdays initially (“What am I supposed to celebrate?”), when her 18th birthday came around late in her senior year, she did have a small gathering with a few of her schoolmates.

About a month later, she was officially a high school graduate. I was in the audience watching her walk across that stage, and was very happy for sex hikayeleri her. And proud of her. When I drove her home afterwards, I told her as much.

“Thanks, Jim.”

“You’re welcome, Tillie. Let’s go out to eat as a way of celebrating. You pick where.”

She chose a nice Chinese restaurant, and we had a pleasant dinner.

“So, now that I’m a high school graduate, what do I do with myself?”

“That’s up to you. You’re legally an adult, and you have sufficient financial resources that you don’t have to spend your days earning money just to get by. That’s part of what being an adult is, making decisions on your own.”

“Can I choose to not make a decision, and just stay living in your house for a while?”

“Sure, if that’s what makes you feel comfortable. No need to rush things.”

“You’re really sweet, you know that?”

I blushed. “Thank you.”

The next morning, as I was lazing around and watching an episode of Battle Lines on ESPN Classic, Tillie walked into the living room wearing only a bra and panties.

“Hi, Jim.”

“Hey, Tillie. Why aren’t you dressed?”

She walked slowly over to me, deliberately making her C-cups (I would know, having had to buy all her clothes for her for that last four years) jiggle as she approached. Then she turned around, bent slightly forward, and shook her perfect ass at me. I don’t know what genes are responsible, but black women always have amazing asses. Tillie was toned (a result of being on the cross-country team) and had long, muscular legs to go along with her nice chest and fine booty. And she had a pretty face as well.

“Just thought I’d let you know how thankful I am for everything you’ve done for me, Jim.”

She turned back around and gave me a smirk.

“Um, you’re quite welcome. It was the right thing to do, and I certainly didn’t expect any recompense. Just seeing you put everything behind you and graduate was more than enough of a reward for me.”

“I knew you were going to say that.” She picked up the remote and turned off the TV, forcing me to pay full attention to her. “You know, you’ve kept yourself in good shape.”

I had to concede that point. Being retired, and having 7 hours to fill every weekday while Tillie was in school, I had devoted a good part of that time to exercising. As a result, I was stronger, more muscular and in better shape now, at age 45, than I had been at age 25.

“I’ve spent a lot of time in the gym these past few years.”

“But just like most men, especially white men, you’re still clueless. Here I am practically naked in front of you and you’re sitting there like a lump instead of taking me to your bed for some fun times.”

“I did not take you into my house so I could use you as a sex toy.”

“You really are that thick. Guess I’ll have to make it even more clear.” She removed her bra, then peeled off her panties. “Jim, I’ve fallen hard for you over the last couple of years. Did you ever wonder why I didn’t date in high school? By the time my hormones kicked in, I knew who I wanted to take to bed. But I had to wait until I finished high school porno hikayeleri and became legal. Maybe these feelings will go away eventually, but for now, I want you with me.”

My resistance was weakening. Tillie really was gorgeous, and I hadn’t had any release, other than masturbating, since I took her in. It would be nice to have my cock inside a pussy again…

“You’re sure of what you want.”

“Positive. Get up, Jim, then let’s go in the master bedroom and get wild. The bed there is bigger.”

“We are both consenting adults…”

“Good boy. Up, up. Let’s go.”

I pushed myself up from the sofa. There really wasn’t anything wrong with the situation. I hadn’t so much as looked at her in a sexual way while she was a minor, and she was the one initiating things now.

“Okay, Tillie.”

She sashayed her way to my bedroom, deliberately shaking her booty. It didn’t take me long to get naked. Because of her teasing, my pole was already hard.

She used her strong legs to spring onto the bed. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

“Impatient, are we?” I powered onto the other side of the bed. “Since you’re so eager, you go ahead and take the lead.”

“By the way, I got the five-year shot a few days ago. I’ve been preparing for this.”

I had already noticed she had gotten the shot, but hadn’t said anything. She was legally an adult and I figured as long as she didn’t do anything outrageous, like start abusing drugs, I would let her make her own decisions.

“I can see that.”

“Less talk, more action.” Tillie pushed me down onto my back and planted her lips against mine. I kissed back, trying to match her intensity. She broke away long enough to breathe, then kissed me again, this time forcing her tongue into my mouth. I extended mine, and we twined tongues until we had to break the lip lock to resupply our bodies with oxygen.

“Wow, Tillie.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet, white man.” She smirked and shifted her body, lowering her chest down onto my face. I kissed my way through her cleavage, making her giggle. She grabbed my face and pressed a nipple against my lips. I obediently suckled on it, caressing her other breast. Her chest was firm and her soft sounds of pleasure as I suckled made me happy.

She wrapped her hand around my stiff pole and stroked me. “Not bad. Seven inches?”

“About that length,” I replied from around her tit-flesh.

“I hope you know how to use it.”

She didn’t give me a chance to respond, as she swung her body around and lowered her slit onto my face. I licked up her already-leaking juices, then slid my tongue inside. I maneuvered a finger to her clit and used my free hand to gently squeeze her muscular rump.

She took the tip of my pole into her mouth and I could feel her fingertips tease my balls. Her tongue traced teasing patterns while she slid down a little more, taking in about half my length. Her lips and tongue felt amazing, and my body shivered.

I very gently brushed her clit as I worked my tongue within her. She quivered and pressed herself more firmly downwards onto me. I moved my fingertip seks hikayeleri and tongue with greater speed, and she rewarded me with a gush of her nectar. I drank down as much of it as I could.

She took all of my pecker inside her mouth and lashed her tongue along the shaft. I quivered and moaned. She popped her head upwards. “You’re ready.” Then she swung back around and slid her dripping pussy down onto my rod.

“More than ready, actually. You feel amazing.”

“I broke my hymen with a sex toy a week ago, if you were wondering.”

That did explain why I hadn’t felt resistance.

“I was, in fact.”

Tillie’s box felt very tight. I placed my hands on her hips and helped gently guide her up and down.

“Faster!”

“Patience, Tillie. Let’s let your body adjust to this.”

She tried to bounce up and down more quickly. I kept the rhythm slow and gentle. To keep her happy, I told her to lean her torso forward. I kissed and suckled on her breasts as the gentle lovemaking continued.

“Mmmmm.”

I moved my hands from her hips to her booty and caressed her rear. She purred and shivered. I continued helping her slide up and down. She climaxed and her pussy’s grip on my pole became impossibly tight. When she regained control of her body, I popped my head off her chest and gave her a smile.

“Now you can speed up, if you want to.”

She did want to. Her speed quickly increased. I moved my hips to match her motions, and began thrusting upwards into her. She moaned and gasped, her body trembling. I sped up my thrusting and made her climax again.

“Are you going to finish in my pussy?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes.”

“Then I will.”

She increased the pace still further. I groped her ass as she wildly slammed up and down. I could barely keep up with my own hips to match her. My cock twitched and throbbed as my balls tightened.

With an animalistic roar of pure lust, she climaxed yet again. This time, her internal muscles milked every drop of cum out of my balls. She didn’t stop squeezing me until my cock began softening inside her.

I helped her climb off me. She lay down next to me, slowly getting her breath back. When we could speak, she smiled. “That felt wonderful.”

“So it did.”

“I’d like to do it more often.”

“I’m not about to stop you.”

She gave me a gentle kiss. “Perhaps we could sleep in the same bed from now on.”

“If that’s what you want, Tillie.”

“It is. And don’t be surprised if you wake up to find me riding you. I really enjoyed doing so.”

“All right.”

She insisted on being my lover for about two years, before deciding she wanted someone closer to her own age. I couldn’t blame her, as despite me trying to work out and stay in shape, I was having a hard time physically keeping up with her. But she must have put in a good word for me, because the widowed mother of one of her high school friends, on our first date (set up by Tillie), told me she had high expectations of my bedroom skills. I did my best to meet them, and seemed to do so.

Tillie, shortly thereafter, moved out, and her friend’s mother moved in. I enjoyed the company of someone my own age, who wouldn’t wear me out in the bedroom but liked our more gentle sessions, and Tillie found a college student to meet her needs. Everything worked out for the best.

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Demetrius was growing weary, as the Journey to Pangea took 3 months. At night, under the huge canopy of the open sky lying naked and alone on the deck of his ship, his mind drifted to all that he had gone through in the past few years. Hippolyta, Daphne, Penelope, Aphrodite herself of course, and all of the other beautiful women whose charms he had sampled and bodies he had worshipped flitted through his mind as he drifting in and out of sleep. As he reviewed the delicious buffet of female flesh he had enjoyed his thoughts again drifted to his tortured and permanently denied cock, which stood erect and desperate mocking him as he stared down at it. It had been years since he last had felt the pleasure of an orgasm, and he almost had forgotten what the experience felt like.

He had made peace with the curse, and on a normal day where he wasn’t being teased or tormented by some crazy situation, the reminder was just a dull ache deep in his balls. Only when he found himself surrounded by feminine beauty did the ache grow to a pain that was hard to live with. Drifting off to sleep under a cool Mediterranean breeze, he stared at the stars and dreamed. His dreams were always the same, and his mind reached back to his fateful interaction with the gorgeous Aphrodite. In his sleep he could still feel the warm sticky nectar of her pussy all over him, and the scent of her sex invading his nostrils. Despite her curse and the fact that he had been victimized by her for years, he was still her slave at heart.

Pangea was a tiny island, hundreds of miles to the west of Crete. Completely isolated and located in the middle of the Mediterranean it was left off most maps either by accident or because of the dangers it contained. Demetrius knew from the maps he had been provided that this island contained the Oak of Titania whose branches contained the sacred acorns he needed to acquire for his quest, but he knew nothing else. Had he not been cursed with perpetual nudity, he may have landed on one of the other Islands closest to Pangea and asked the locals about it to better prepare for the quest. Being naked however and subject to constant erotic assault by any female he might encounter he was forced to avoid other people as much as possible.

If he had been able to ask the locals about Pangea, he would have been much more careful about his approach. The Oak was very famous throughout this area of the world, as its acorns had magical properties that had been the subject of many quests by heroes of the past. It had been hundreds of years since the last person tried to steal the sacred acorns, as none who had attempted it had ever returned. They were greatly desired as they had the power to temporarily transform whoever possessed them into whatever form they wanted. This of course made these acorns highly sought after as they would be the ultimate tool for espionage.

The oak was guarded extremely well though, and for centuries was protected by one of the fiercest forces in the ancient world. Titania herself was the queen of the faeires, and she and her other subjects would never allow anyone to leave Pangea alive once they landed, much less leave with the acorns. Despite their tiny size, faeires were highly feared and rightfully so. They had enormous magical powers and as their diet consisted entirely of sacred acorns they were able to remain hidden in plain sight before their attack disguising their form to their enemies. They also were vicious killers and all had and enjoyed the taste of human flesh in the past, and hoped and prayed for some hapless human to make a new attempt so they could sink their tiny sharp fangs into a fresh victim. It had been hundreds of years since anyone had sought the acorns, and when Titania spotted the sails of Demetrius’s ship on the horizon, she licked her lips in glee, savoring in advance the warm coppery flavor of human blood slaking her thirst.

Demetrius was completely unaware of any danger as he anchored his boat offshore and swam the last mile to the beach. The island was completely deserted and was covered by a dense dark forest. When he spotted several ancient ships on shore, obviously having been abandoned eons ago, he paused. Knowing that in his experience so far, nothing is easy, he was on high alert. Walking sex hikayeleri carefully into the forest on his search, his ears scanned the environment for any sound of danger. He swore to himself that he heard the very faint sound of female giggles.

Titania was invisible to him and sat high in the trees watching his every move. This was a curious hero she thought to herself as she was immediately aroused by the sight of his body. Even faery queens were not immune to the effects of Aphrodite and within her tiny pussy she felt a warm rush as her juices began to stir. She was immediately attracted to Demetrius and plotted how to have him as an urgent need was sparked in her that she could not quench.

Demetrius was very nervous as he walked further and further into the woods. He had been traveling for a little over an hour and had already had discovered at least four sets of human bones, teeth marks quite obvious on their bleached surface. Obviously there were extreme unknown dangers on this island and he would need to be on extra careful going forward. His thoughts again reached out to Aphrodite, praying that she would offer some divine protection. As he prayed, the sweet scent of Hyacinth wafted into his nostrils and compelled him to follow to its source. Titania smiled as her spell creating the phantom odor worked, and he was now following it right into her trap.

The smell of the Hyacinth also reminded him of the sweet pleasures of the Goddess, as her nectar smelled of this flower and the aroma made him instantly erect. The stronger the scent got, the more his cock throbbed and pulsed, and as he walked to a sudden light spot he finally saw it. There in a clearing in the woods was the Oak of Titania!

The tree stood out from all of the others as it appeared to be made entirely of gold and was hundreds of feet high. Thousands of acorns lay at the foot of the tree and more hung from its branches. Despite being under the spell of Titania, Demetrius smiled as he realized he only needed three acorns for his quest, and there were more than enough on the ground for him to easily gather. Stepping into the clearing however his eyelids grew incredibly heavy and he was quickly overcome by a fatigue greater than he had ever had in his life. He could not take another step and quickly lay down on the ground falling almost instantly asleep. As he drifted off, the giggling sounds he had heard earlier grew louder and the cacophony was almost deafening. Spread naked and helpless on the ground, his cock still hard as it hopelessly throbbed for release it could never have, he was quite a sight.

Faeries, despite their outward appearance as tiny beautiful women are not human at all. Being immortal, they have no need to reproduce and therefore have no natural sexual desire. There are no male faeries, and despite having the anatomy of a woman, none had ever experienced any sex act or even lustful feelings in their long existence. They all worshipped Hecate, Dark Goddess of Magic, and she was about as far away from Aphrodite as a Goddess can get. Despite this, all of them, including their queen, now struggled to understand the strange new feelings coursing through their bodies. All were confused by the strange wetness they felt in their tiny pussies, and the odd feelings of warmth for this human disturbed them. Normally they would have been swarming all over his body, ripping and tearing into his sweet flesh with their fangs, feasting on his blood, but that is not what they desired now. They wished to swarm him, but not for murder, but for something else.

Titania licked her lips as these new sensations of lust overwhelmed her. One of her tiny subjects knelt before the queen, her eyes wide with confusion and her tiny hand furiously rubbing her desperate throbbing clitoris, begging for some kind of relief. “Dearest Queen, what is this human? I do not understand what is happening to us! I want to rub my body against his instead of my fangs. What evil spell has been cast on us that has bewitched us?” Titania could not explain, but did order him bound tight as they figured out what had powers he possessed. Swarming over his sleeping body like a cloud of butterflies, Demetrius was staked out to the helplessly to the ground.

As he slept, Titania conjured porno hikayeleri the great Goddess Hecate and asked her what had happened to them. Hecate, seeing the prone and naked Demetrius on the ground frowned, recognizing the effects of Aphrodite on his body and realizing that her loyal worshippers now were under HER spell. She was not powerful enough to counteract its effect, but she told Titania that in order to release these new feelings of lust they would need to use his body for their pleasure to find relief. Once they had released and their lust had been sated, the spell should be broken, but they could not find any relief to their passion unless they took it from him. Angry that her nemesis Aphrodite was so powerful that she could torment her own supplicants by accident, Hecate disappeared in a large red cloud vowing revenge someday.

Stripping off their silken robes, the faeries began to swarm over the sleeping Demetrius. Titania herself warily approached his penis towering over her tiny body. Overcome with desire, she grasped it with her arms like a tree trunk and rubbed her hot wet cunt up and down his shaft as she squeezed her arms tight around his desperate rod. The queen was embarrassed that out of her mouth she emitted such loud groans of passion, sounding like a wild boar caught in a briar bush. Her tiny body shook as the first orgasm tore through her body, shockwaves of pleasure shooting through her brain and giving her feelings she had never had before. Falling backwards, she laid on his balls, using them as a pillow as she panted and heaved. The ache in her loins diminished slightly and she realized that only through experiencing this again would she be able to satisfy her needs and ease this insatiable hunger that had been awoken in her body.

Demetrius slowly awoke, twitching as the feeling of hundreds of tiny silken hands and feet teasing every inch of his body. As he opened his eyes, he tried to move his hands and realized he was tied. “NOT AGAIN!” he screamed as he was quite familiar with waking up in bondage and then being teased by some desperate yet beautiful woman. Blinking in disbelief, he looked down his body and was sure he must still be dreaming. All over him were at least a hundred tiny creatures and they all were rubbing themselves furiously on his body. Several knelt at the base of his balls and used their delicate hands to stroke and rub them, while also desperately stroking their own sex. His Penis was covered with tiny bodies, all stroking themselves up and down his shaft with their heads thrown back in obvious ecstasy. The sensation of all these women all over his body instantly brought him right to the edge of cumming, which of course was still locked away. Throwing his head back to the ground in frustration, his eyes rolled in his head and light moans emitted from his mouth. He had no choice but to try and endure these sensations and only hope they would end soon.

Titania, realizing Demetrius was now awake walked up his chest to his mouth, stopping briefly to kiss and suck one of his erect nipples at her feet. Standing on his chest, she looked up into his eyes with a look of both unbridled lust but also anger. She was obviously greatly enjoying these new orgasmic feelings but was disgusted that her only method for release was dependent on a mere human.

“Who are you?” she yelled, quivering as yet another rush of desire rushed over her body. “What evil spell have you cast on us?” Demetrius struggled to speak as the sensations overloading his brain from every inch of his body caused him to shake all over. His voice cracking, he explained to the beautiful tiny queen his situation. The curse, his quest, and the reason he had come to the island were all explained as Titania sat on his chest, playing with his chest hair with her foot in rapt attention. The curse of Aphrodite obviously affecting her nature, Titania was moved to help the poor horny Demetrius and made him a proposition. If he would allow his body to break the spell on her and her subjects, she would allow him to leave the island with four acorns, one more than he needed for the quest. The fourth, she explained, might come in handy as it allowed him to disguise his appearance temporarily and would definitely be useful in the completion seks hikayeleri of his remaining incredibly dangerous tasks.

Demetrius thanked the queen profusely, and lovingly leaned forward and kissed her, his lips covering almost her entire body. The feel of his tongue running over her flesh relit a flame inside and she quickly scrambled up his face and spread her legs and squatted down on his tongue, the smooth wet feel of it driving her sopping and pulsating clit wild with sensation. Within seconds, she thrashed wildly, having an explosion of ten orgasms at once, falling out of his mouth onto his chest and writhing uncontrollably for at least 20 minutes. When she came to her senses, she recognized that her driving need had noticeably abated and calculated that after two or three hundred of these events that humans call “orgasms”, she would be free of the curse.

The other faeries, seeing the effect that his tongue had on their queen rushed up his chest en masse, pushing and shoving each other to get to it first. A brawl broke out and faeries were fighting and biting each other, desperate to be the next to feel his tongue on their sex. The queen, now semi-recovered from her own orgasm announced to her subjects than an arrangement had been made and that Demetrius would serve all of them and make sure they were fully satisfied before he would be released. Teams were organized, and all took their place in an amazingly organized fashion. Faeries were very efficient by nature.

One by one a lucky faery would be led to his inviting tongue and ridden to pure orgasmic bliss. While waiting, all in line were able to achieve temporary relief by stroking and kissing his flesh especially his cock and balls, and this allowed them all to maintain their sanity until they could finally be released from their erotic torment. Demetrius was now working insanely hard, twirling his tongue lightly over the endless parade of tiny clits that rode its surface. The relentless teasing of their bodies on his drove him almost mad with lust, but he had become quite an expert on being denied.

Time went into a warp for him as he became nothing but a giant toy for his microscopic assailants. Months passed and turned into years as Demetrius slaved away day and night. The curse again protected him as he certainly would have perished without food, sleep or water, but being immortal now, those normal human needs no longer concerned him. As years turned into decades, one by one the crowd of faeries got smaller and smaller as each one finally had reached the magic number of orgasms to release the spell. Finally, 50 years after he started, Titania herself was the lone assailant, and she thrashed wildly on his tongue. At last she mercifully experienced the click in her womb indicating that she had reached full satiation.

Lying asleep on his balls, the hot breath of the fully satisfied queen continued to tease poor Demetrius, even as she slumbered. When she awoke, she looked up at her savior not with hate, or even unbridled lust, but overwhelming gratitude. He had served her and her subjects well, and now would be rewarded. Clapping her tiny hands together, she ordered his bonds cut, and for the first time in half a century Demetrius could stretch his arms and legs out straight and stood up.

He was incredibly stiff and sore, and his cock drooled almost continuously having been teased for so long, but he was grateful to be free. Kneeling down and pressing his face close to the ground, he took the tiny foot of Titania in his hand and gently kissed it, thanking her for helping him. She ordered her subjects to give him the four acorns as she had promised and they all flew beside him as he walked back to his ship. As he sailed off to his next quest, the faeries stood on the shore and all waved goodbye, still glowing from the after effects of having their lust first enflamed and then satisfied by their giant lover. None would ever forget his fateful visit to the island.

Now free from the Island, Demetrius knelt and gave praise to Aphrodite for once again saving him, adding another pitiful and hopeless request to finally allow him to release his cum. As usual, his prayer was answered with silence. Consulting his map, he was most concerned about his next quest. Obtaining a lock of hair from the beast of Prion was not going to be easy, but it was the only way he would EVER be able to earn his release so he set sail for the Island of Prion, hoping his luck would continue as this may be his most difficult quest yet.

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The large oak tree, growing near the curb, shaded the old Chevy pickup truck from the street light. Wally was almost invisible, sitting slumped down in the seat, hidden by the shadows. His eyes were about all that was visible above the bottom edge of the door’s window. They were intently watching the area in front of the Hiddy Hole Lounge across the street.

It was already past midnight and a small enough group hadn’t left the lounge yet. Those sonabitches are getting nerves, Wally thought as he watched, now they’re coming and leaving in groups of 5 or 6 at a time.

Wally could usually handle as many as 3 at a time without worry. When only 1 or 2 or even 3 men came out of one of the gay bars together, they were marked mentally. He would start the truck and drive a few blocks ahead of them and park on a side street. Then he would get out and walk back to meet them on the sidewalk. Although most gays were naturally cautious, one man alone wouldn’t seem much of a threat. It was easy to stop them and soothe any fears. He would ask some misleading question like how to find the location of one of the gay bars in the area or the adult book store. When they showed interest and begin giving directions, he would hit the toughest looking one, usually knocking him out, then grab the other man or two and throw them down on the ground. With all of them on the ground, he could pound and stomp and kick until he taught the dirty queers a lesson.

Hot damn.” Wally muttered under his breath. Two guys were coming out together. He started the pickup’s motor and drove in the opposite direction to the first corner. He turned and circled back on a parallel street to get two blocks ahead of the pair. He parked on the cross street and got out of the truck. Wally walked with a slight limp as he turned the corner and headed toward the 2 men who left the bar. They were giggling about something when Wally stopped in front of them.

“Hi guys, I’m new in town and looking for a place to have a good time. Could y’all help me?” Wally ask.

“Hi there, I’m called Sammie, we’re always glad to help a good looking new guy that’s looking for fun, aren’t we Harold?” The younger guy with the blonde pony tail answered. He was wearing a dress shirt that was unbuttoned, but had the tails tied together to form a bare midriff blouse. A pair short shorts, two large gold ear rings and a half dozen gaudy finger rings completed his evening wear.

Wally had already decided that the other man, the one wearing the leather cap, leather vest and tight leather pants was the only possible threat and stepped toward him. His arm was already drawing back when everything went black.

The pain in his head was Wally’s entire universe. He couldn’t see or feel anything except the pain in the back of his head. Consciousness faded in and out for another 30 minutes before he became aware of his surroundings. He quickly discovered that straps were holding him down. He was laying on a some type of a cold smooth surface that yielded somewhat with his weight, like a plastic covered pad. He could feel the plastic against his bare back when he tried to move. Then he realized that he was not only tied down with his eyes taped shut, he was also naked.

Wally was surprised when the hot moist mouth covered his, but the kiss grew hotter as he tried to remember which woman he was with.

“Hello baby,” The soft husky voice in the dark said. Wally was almost as badly surprised by the voice as he had been by the kiss.

“Wow, you really are awake, sariyer escort honey, your flag pole is standing.” The voice said with a giggle as Wally felt a hand fondling his cock. “We were beginning to worry whether Oliver had hit you to hard.”

Wally was horrified when he recognized the distinct giggle. He had heard it once before, it was Sammie with the blonde pony tail. He spit before he answered. “You damn faggot, I’ll kill you if you touch me again.”

“Ooh baby, I love it when you talk tough like that. It may be hard for you to do though, since you are securely strapped to a doctor’s examining table. Even your feet are taped to the stirrups the doctor uses to spread a woman’s legs so he can examine her twat. It kinda leaves your sweet little ass exposed doesn’t it?” The voice said with another giggle and a finger pushed again Wally’s tight brown hole. Wally flinched and the finger retreated after another giggle told Wally who was tormenting him.

“But it isn’t nice to spit at your friends.” The voice continued and Wally heard the sound of a strip of duct tape makes when being unrolled. He tried to turn his head, but a wide piece of tape was stuck over his mouth

The odd metallic sound puzzled him for a few moments later, until he realized it was a tin lid being removed from a container. When the hand full of cold goo was pressed against his public area he uttered a muffled scream. He realized it was some kind of lubricant when a soft warm hand smeared his cock and balls with a thick layer. Then the hand begin gently stroking his cock. Wally’s body barely moved visibly even though he struggled with all his strength. The straps held him securely to the table and his feet wouldn’t move when he strained to kick out at the offending hand.

“Umph umm umph.” Wally mumbled through the tape as he shook his head from side to side.

“But darling, you must be enjoying it too, your little winkie is getting harder.” The voice from the darkness giggled at him,

Wally realized that Sammie were enjoying his discomfort and there wasn’t anyhow he could prevent it from happening. His mind was almost frantic when he discovered that all of his anger and panic wasn’t keeping his cock from growing harder under Sammie’s expert manipulations. He tried to concentrate on his hatred of queers, but it didn’t work and soon his cock was rock hard. He knew he going to have an orgasm any second and fought to hold back so the queers wouldn’t have the satisfaction of seeing him come. Sammie sensed it too and speeded up the stroking action. Wally heard the wild giggling as his cock begin erupting, but at that moment he didn’t care.

Wally hated himself as he lay on the examining table. The faggots had left after his orgasm, leaving him strapped to the table. The thing that he hated almost more then the fact that a queer had made him come, was remembering the kiss that woke him. He had wanted to kill the queer when he realized it had been a mans hot lips on his. Now he tried to understand why his cock had grown so hard before he knew it was a man’s hot tongue that had slipped between his lips.

He was still condemning himself when he heard a door open and feet walking toward him. “Hello baby, are you all rested up, it’s play time again.”

Wally decided to ignore them and deny them the satisfaction of seeing his discomfort, but he flinched inwardly when he heard the tin can opening again. He did flinch when the cold gob of KY Jelly was pressed against his still greasy crotch, causing eskort the men to laugh and giggle. The same feminine feeling hand worked the jelly on his cock and down between his legs. Wally grunted as the fingers worked the thick jelly over his anus and inner thighs but he tried not to show any emotion.

Another hand begin fondling his well greased cock while the first one continued to caress his anal area. Wally felt his cock growing hard again in spite of everything he mental trick he tried to control it. The hand exploring his crack stopped and he felt a surge of relief. The low humming sound didn’t register as a threat until he felt the vibrator touching his inner thigh. His whole body tighten as the tip of the vibrator moved slowly down to tease his balls. The course vibrations shook his balls enough to cause minor pain, but strangely enough it made his cock even harder. The buzzing plastic tip moved lower and made little circles around his tight brown hole. He tightened the muscles in his bottom as much as he could. Even a match stick would have had trouble entering.

The point of the vibrator was pushing against the tight opening when a hot wet mouth sucked in one of his nipples and begin nibbling and sucking on it. The erotic sensations were so intense that Wally lost his concentration and the vibrator slipped deep inside him.

The tape stopped the scream that tried to escape his throat. Nothing however, could stop his hips from undulating as he thrust against the straps trying to escape the merciless invader that was buzzing and quivering inside him. Wally quickly discovered there were pleasure centers that he had never dreamed existed as the humming vibrator was thrust back and forth in his tight opening. Soon his cock was throbbing and a hand seized it and begin pumping up and down at a furious rate. The hand and the thrusting vibrator and the hot mouth were more then he could stand and he come for what seemed like minutes with one of the strongest orgasm of his life.

“Maybe you ought to rest a little while, lover boy, you seem to be all petered out.” The young voice said as a hand lifted Wally’s limp cock, then giggled and let it fall back into the mat of greased public hair,

Wally had hated queers with a twisted passion for as long as he could remember, even though he wasn’t sure why. That was all he could think about, laying on the table, trying not to remember the pleasures he had felt. The powerful memory of the erotic pleasure he had experienced during the last few hours was stronger then the hatred he had felt. Still he knew it was all right to enjoy the pleasure as long as he couldn’t stop it from happening to him.

“If you can’t prevent something from happening to you it isn’t a sin,” Mr. Applewort told Wally, “so you can just enjoy it.”

Where the hell did that come from, Wally ask himself. Mr. Applewort had been his Scout Master a long time ago. Where did that memory come from? He hadn’t thought of Mr Applewort in years. He struggled to remember why he was told that.

Wally shuddered as the memory of how the greased hand had felt as it pumped his hard cock. It had felt almost as good as the mouth used to, he thought as he dozed off.

The cold gob of KY Jelly against his bottom brought Wally awake almost instantly.

“Hello lover,” the giggly voice greeted him as a finger slipped inside him despite his efforts to prevent it. The finger begin slipping in and out and Wally discovered that more then one thing would make his cock rise. The beyoglu escort finger slipped out and a few minutes later he felt the tip of the vibrator press against the greased opening. It wasn’t humming this tine as it forced it’s way in and Wally wondered if the batteries were dead as it thrust back and forth. Then a hand begin pumping his greased cock and he forgot about it until he realized that someone was holding onto his legs and a body was pounding against his greasy butt with each thrust. A few violent thrusts let him know that someone else was coming and his own cock spurted. A hand was still stroking Wally’s cock enough to keep it firm after the limp cock slipped out of his bottom and he felt another hard one pushing it’s way in.

Wally was exhausted. His cock head was painfully sore and his ass felt numb as he lay drifted in and out He dozed a few minutes and thought about his situation a few minutes and dozed again.

Wally noticed that something was different when he awoke. His lower legs were hanging down. He couldn’t move them, so they must still be tied.

“Well lover, I see you’ve recovered again.” Sammie’s voice said.

“Don’t bug me.” Wally said, shocked that his mouth was uncovered again. “What’s going on now.”

“I brought you some orange juice, you have to keep your strength up, you know.”

Wally sucked eagerly at the straw that was put in his mouth until the paper cup was empty, them ask, “Now what?”

“Don’t worry Wally, we aren’t going to do anything that will hurt you. We just want you to understand a few things a little better.” The blond young man placed one hand on Wally’s chest as he answered.

“Sure, all that pounding my ass earlier wasn’t meant to hurt me, right?” Wally said ignoring the hand.

“Actually no, it may sting a little the first time, but it’s easier after that.” he answered as his fingers tweaked Wally’s nipples.

Wally tried to ignore the hand, but when his cock begin swelling, he knew it was a loosing battle. “OK, you’ve taught me a lesson, why don’t you guys let me go now and you’ll never see me again.”

“Well let me clean you up a little first. The voice answered and Wally heard water running in a pan.

Wally didn’t even jump when he felt the warm wet soapy cloth scrubbing his thighs and lower belly. When the warm slick cloth begin swabbing his cock however, it reacted immediately and grew hard. By the time the hands finished washing Wally, his cock was throbbing hard again.

“Well shit Wally, looky there, it wants to play some more. Come over here and look at this Oliver.” Wally did gasp aloud when the hot mouth captured his cock and the sucking and tonguing begin. He was caught up in the frenzied action at his cock when Sammie caught his head and begin kissing him on the mouth again. He didn’t fight it after his cock begin erupting and he even did a little exploring with his own tongue before he remembered who it was. The last thing he remembered was the stinging as the needle entered his arm.

Wally stretched as he awoke and his hand hit something hard. When he looked, he had hit the left window. He was slumped down in the seat of his pickup and dawn was just beginning to show in the east where the sky was turning blue above the Hiddy Hole Lounge.

“Son of a bitch, I went to sleep and dreamed all that shit.” Wally said aloud as he set up to start the pickup’s motor. His lip felt funny and when he licked them they tasted funny.

“Now what?” He ask himself as he reached up and turned the rear view mirror toward him. The bright red lipstick shocked him, but the large gold loops through his ear lobes made him want to cry. By then it was light enough to notice that he was dressed in a pair of black lace panties and a matching bra.

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The noises he makes, the sound of it all, it’s my favorite part. I love the feel of him in my hand but to hear him moan, grunt, make all the ‘man sounds’ men make when they are being driven sexually crazy makes my little thing wet. The slippery sound of him sliding back and forth through my hand, I love all of it.

Masturbating him is one of the most erotic things I do for him. He loves having my tight little rear end but my hand drives him right over the top. It’s the sounds he makes when I use my hand. It’s all pure male. I can do things for him with my hand I cannot do with my butt or my mouth. I squeeze as I move up over the head of it with my hand and run the tip of my index finger over the hole of his cock in small circles and play with his pre cum. I push slightly down into it too. That always makes him tighten, squirm under my touch. He cries out sometimes. I truly love that. It’s almost too sensitive for him to take, my finger down slightly into the hole of it. And I can do that slowly, very slowly. When he’s in me from behind I can tighten my little hole on his huge erection and give him pleasure but not like I can tease and make him crazy with my hand.

“Do you like that, Daddy?”

I purr to him in my most submissive and soft sissy voice as I slide the tips of my pink finger nails over his balls, and move his penis through my other slippery hand up and down. I whisper like I do into his ear when he’s on top of me.

“FUCK!..ahhhhh…oooooooo…don’t stop, bitch!! Right there…ahhhh…don’t stop…”

He shouts out to the room, quivers as I feel him start to throb. I’ve been playing with him like this for over fifteen minutes, masturbating him slow and sexy. I know because I see the clock on the table next to the couch I’m kneeling in front of. He’s taken all he can take. I know he wants to cum. I know what’s going to happen next.

I put my mouth close to the head of his erection and open it slightly. I’m on my knees in front of him, one hand masturbating him with k-y jelly, my other hand cradling his balls, index finger pushed up behind them and holding them in place. He’s an inch from my face. He’s naked and standing before me. Then I feel him tighten just above his balls. I put just the head of his penis into my mouth and hold it in place behind the head with my lips. I know what to expect.

I feel the first huge spurt hit the back of my throat. I taste his cum as it shoots into my mouth. As I stroke him slowly full length, more like milk him, I feel him cum hard. I feel him reach down and take the back of my head tightly in his hand and hold me firmly as he starts to pump. Four, five huge spurts, then softer spurts, almost dripping, he cums completely.

I hurry to swallow, try hard not to choke, my mouth filled completely with his cum. Some of it drips slightly down my chin at the corner of my mouth. I feel it on my naked soft shoulder. He cums huge. He always does. He is pure 100% alpha male.

I look up at him holding his cock straight by the base of it. I bury his semi erection in my mouth. Just the top of my hand at my lips, him pushed five inches deep into my mouth, four inches in my hand. The man is big even semi hard. I like that too.

My pink lip gloss is smeared all over his penis in a shiny ring smeared just behind the head all around the shaft. I see his eyes closed, his jaw clenched. He doing what he does when he cums, he’s lost to my mouth and my hand.

“Fuck, fuck…oooo, you little bitch…you dirty little bitch…”

He shouts out under heavy breathing, his sounds bounce off the walls of my living room. I feel him quiver.

I’m kneeling in front of him in the middle of the room. He can see me, see the two of us, in full length the mirror in the hallway. He can see my naked baby smooth rear end, just the bottom of my naked tight and round little cheeks poking out under my short pink baby doll pajama top, ruffled flare at the bottom, chiffon and see-through off my shoulders. I didn’t wear the panties that are part of this cute girly outfit. He told me not to when he called. He said he had ‘plans’ for my rear end. I wanted to be exposed and ready for him, my rear delicately lubricated before he arrived.

He sees my escort fatih pink high heels, my legs spread slightly and my tiny baby balls and soft little boy-like penis dangling between my legs just under my cheeks and over my shoes. He sees all that up between my spread legs, knees planted firmly in the carpet. He sees my little thing bounce slightly as he now fucks my mouth hard enough to push me back on my knees, still somewhat erect penis against the back of my throat hard enough to choke me. My back arched, butt pushed out far, my muffled choking sounds fill the room. I feel my cheeks spread, tight little slippery hole exposed as I push back on my knees, him slightly driving me backward.

When he finishes with my mouth he pushes me off of him. His hand on my forehead, he pushes me away. He is through with me. For now. I know how he is just after he cums. He is a dominant man. I love that about him.

“That fucking mouth of yours, fuck, fuck, fuck! You are the hottest little bitch, dirtiest little sissy girl ever. You know you are. My wife should learn to suck cock from you. And that hand job, fuck! I should send her to you for lessons.”

He looks down at me and smiles. I smile up at him, his cum on my lips, some of it dripping down the corner of chin. I taste him all over the inside of my mouth.

“I am for you. I’m your whore. It’s what I love to be. It’s what I want to be for you, Daddy. You own me. You know you do.”

His slippery semi erection is inches from my face. I love the sight of that. He is almost 9″ even semi erect, 10″ fully erect. K-y jelly all over him, his cum all over the head of it, he’s a mess. I lean forward and start to lick him clean. He watches in the mirror as I clean him with my mouth. I reach up and around behind him and take his cheeks in my hands, feel his muscular rear end as I hold him in place and lick and suck him clean.

He takes my wrists in his hands and pulls me off of him as I finish. He moves away from me and goes to the kitchen. He takes a beer from the fridge and walks back to me smiling, goes to the couch and sits.

“Go fix your face. You’re a mess. You’re lipstick is all over your face. You know I like a pretty girl. Not a dirty messy one. Go.”

He sips his beer as he watches me move to the stairs and up to my makeup room. When he arrived I was at the door in one of his favorite things to see me in, baby doll pajamas. Usually I wear the tops and bottoms with these pajamas, have them in pink, white and baby blue. Today I wore pink for him and left the panties in my lingerie drawer. I wanted to be fucked today, hoped he wanted that too. I was hoping he’d do that as soon as he walked into my house. I love it when he just tosses me to the floor and has me! Instead he pushed me up against the wall, pinned me to it. He took my little penis in his hand and whispered in my ear…’Get that slippery stuff, jack me off.’ I hate when he talks like that, HATE the term ‘jack off’. I find it crude but say nothing to him. I wouldn’t dare. I felt him push me toward the stairs, he slapped my butt hard as I hurried to move and get the k-y lubricant for him. When I came back down stairs he was already naked and standing like he does with his hands on his hips, standing and waiting for me to kneel in front on him and do what I do best—please him. As I redo my pink lip gloss and touch up my eye makeup I think about the taste of him in my mouth. I never liked the taste of a man’s cum…but he’ll never know that. No man has ever known that. It’s my secret.

When I returned to him in my living room he motioned me to his lap. I went to him and sat. I felt his hand go to my rear end. I got goose bumps as he cupped my cheeks with his hand. I felt his other hand rest on my soft penis.

“You are a very good girl. You know that? You are. And you really are a girl. Nobody would ever think you are a boy if they didn’t see this baby thing.”

He squeezed my penis, took the head of it between his finger and thumb. I felt him pat my butt.

“That isn’t even close to being a dick. You’re ‘passable’, as the sissy girls say. You really are. And don’t think I don’t appreciate that. You’re my little girl.”

He slapped my butt hard, made escort istanbul me bounce on his lap. He took his hand off my penis and took his beer from the table, sipped it.

“Thank you, Daddy. I try. I don’t want to be anything other than a sissy girl for you. I love you.”

I kissed his ear. I felt his hand push slightly into the crack of my rear. I felt his probing finger find my little hole, my cheeks slightly spread on his lap. I lifted up to let him at it.

“I want you to go get your paddle.”

He felt me close my butt, felt me tense.

“Daddy, please, please…what did I do…”

“GET YOUR PADDLE.”

He said it so firmly. The way he does when I know it is the last word, don’t talk back, just do as he says.

I hurried off his lap, felt myself choke up as I did. I got the paddle off the wall in my kitchen, the place he makes me keep it in plain sight. I hurried back to him, lowered my eyes to the floor and presented it to him.

“You didn’t do anything. I just feel like paddling your butt. Is that a problem? And get me another beer.”

No, Daddy, no…”

I said as I hurried to my kitchen, getting him another beer from my fridge. When I returned he took it and took me by my arm and laid me across his naked lap. I could feel his semi erection, already on the way to full erection again as he always gets when he does this to me.

I felt him place his leg up over mine, across the backs of my legs holding them tightly in place and me across his lap. I felt him take my baby doll pajama top and fold it up over my back, my back, butt and legs, completely exposed to him. I felt him reach over my back and take my arm, felt him grab my wrist and pull it up across my back. There is no moving away from him when I’m held like this. I felt a tear in my eye. I felt myself start to cry. I know what is coming next.

For the next twenty minutes the only sounds in the room were the loud, loud slaps of the stiff and painful leather paddle coming down hard across my cheeks and me crying. I whimpered, begged, cried…all of it making him so hard I could feel his cock dig up into my stomach like a club. He paddled me hard and severe. He always does. He doesn’t need a reason.

I was at the point of hysterical tears, shaking on his lap, when he dropped the paddle onto the floor. I felt his hand cup my burning and red cheeks. I felt him pet me. He put his finger up into my but pushed into me. I felt his finger go in so deep it made me cry out and arch my back. He held me in place by my arm.

“There, there little boy, easy, give me that hole. Don’t you fight me.”

He started to move his finger in and out of me.

“Do you have any idea how much I like doing that to you, doing this? My special little whore, that’s what you are you know. Paddle you to tears and then finger fuck your dirty little ass, do you know that I think about and jack off sometimes?”

I cried softly as he finger fucked me. And then I felt him let my arm loose and felt his legs move off of mine. I was limp, my arm aching. I felt him pick me up off of him and place me face down on the couch, lifting me by my hips up and over the arm of it. My face dangling close to the floor, steadying myself with my hands on the carpet, he was on me.

As soon as he did that he was on top of me. I felt his huge erection fill me. All I could do was cry, limp and soft, over the arm of the couch, him on top of me from behind, pinning me in place, my burning cheeks feeling him slap up against them. He fucked me. He fucked me for over half an hour, steady and thoroughly, methodically.

After he came in me thirty minutes later he pulled out of me and stood. I knew what he expected. It was all I could do stumble to my feet, limp and used completely, and then go to my knees in front of him. For the second time I sucked and licked him clean. I felt his cum dripping out of me from behind and down my inner thighs as I did that for him, the taste of my rear end and his cum all over the inside of my mouth

He sipped what was left of his beer as he watched me clean him. And he waited as he always does while I got a warm wet cloth and towel to finish cleaning him properly.

My escort bayan taksim makeup was all over my face. Tear streaked mascara running down my cheeks, the taste of him, my butt, all over my smeared lips. When I finished he sat on the couch and pointed to his empty can. I hurried to get him another beer. As he opened it I stood in front of him.

“Do you like the way I treat you?”

He questioned me. He always does. It’s part of him proving his ownership, humiliating me like that.

“Yes, Daddy, yes…”

“Do you have any problem with me making you cry, paddling you almost raw? DO YOU???

“No, Daddy.”

I felt my eyes tear up slightly again.

“Do you know how much it pleases me own a dirty little whore like you, do you?”

“Yes, Daddy. I love that it pleases you. I really do.”

“Do I give you what you need? Do I, sweetie? You kinky little bitch! Well, do I sweetie?”

He laughed when he said that. He knows I hate him calling me ‘sweetie’. It makes me feel shameful, humiliated. For some reason he knows that does it to me. I feel my face turn bright red with embarrassment. I look to the floor. I am powerless with this man. And he knows that too.

“Yes, Daddy…yes, you do. I love the way you do the things you do with me. Yes.”

I blurted that out, start to cry openly…

“I love you. I do. I love the way you treat me…”

“All the right answers, little sissy boy. Now, do your dirty little show for me. You know that amuses me. Do it, sweetie. Let Daddy see. Come on.”

He smiled, laughed softly to himself. He wanted me to masturbate in front of him, do my as he calls it, ‘dirty little show’. He sipped his beer and stared up at me, dominant look, smug smile on his face.

I started to play with my soft penis, held my butt and pushed it out toward him as I did it. It took what seemed like forever to get myself erect in front of him. It always does. When I did get semi hard I lost myself to it. I saw him hold his hand out. I struggled to cum for him, breathing and moaning deeply. He knew I was ready to cum. And he knew that I knew I am to do it into his hand. I bent my knees and positioned my little penis over his hand quickly. He caught every drop of it as I dripped into his cupped hand.

“Ooooooo, such a bad boy. Bad, bad boy. I know you feel that. Because it’s what you are, sweetie. A bad boy…ooooo…bad sissy boy!”

I lowered my eyes and finished milking myself for him. I could feel his eyes locked on my face enjoying my shameless humiliation. I knew what he expected next of me.

After I knelt and licked his hand clean, I didn’t need to be told, he got up off the couch. He wiped his hand on my face, patted my cheek gently. As he started to dress I stayed on my knees. I felt the shame I always do just after I cum, after I come face to face with what I am, who I am. I felt lost. I know the sissy sexy toy ‘girl’ will return, return with a vengeance. But right then, the taste of my cum, his cum in my mouth, soft and dripping, his cum running out my rear end, I felt like the most shameful and humiliated whore imaginable. And I am powerless to not be that. I am addicted to this man and his treatment of me.

At my door, him dressed, he looked at me.

“You know you’re really very pretty. And don’t think that. And don’t think that I don’t love you too. I do. What we do is beyond special. You just keep saying ‘yes’. Don’t you ever say ‘no’ to me.”

I looked back at him over my shoulders, still on my knees. I felt the first twinge of the submissive sissy start to come alive again.

“You and me, we have a very good thing going on. I’m going to visit you this week, fuck you in bed, like I do my wife. I know you like that when I take you like that. And I won’t paddle you like I did today. Promise. You dress extra special for me. I know you like to look pretty for me. You think about that when you play with yourself. You think about how hard you make me. My wife can’t do that, not like you do, sweetie. And think about how good you are at what you do. You really are the perfect dirty little girl.”

I looked at him as he left my house, closed the door behind him as he said that. I went to my hall and watched him drive off. I stayed in front of my hall wall length mirror and started to masturbate a second time. I looked at myself in the mirror. He was right. I am pretty. And very good at being doing what I do. Perfect little dirty sissy girl, that would be me.

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The first week went by quick. On Monday I had my first day in school. Not many kids in the school mind you. Barely about four hundred I think. I saw William on my third class that day.

“Hey bro! How’s it going?” He smiled and stretched his hand out towards me. Wearing a jean and blue t-shirt.

“Great man! Wondered when I would walk into you?” I said as I took his hand in mine.

“Yeah wondered the same. Seems we have math together. Not that I am any good with it.” he said while taking a seat next to me.

“Haha, it’s easy man. I’ll give you some tutoring. My dad is a financial accountant. Numbers come easy to us.” I replied while taking my books out.

“Sweet! Ill give you a tour of the forest and teach you some things about learning the secrets of the forest. That will make us square.” He said while giving me a grin.

“Secrets? What secrets?” I asked looking over to him.

“Nah don’t worry mate. Don’t want to spoil the surprise.” He grinned at me.

The day went on the same. Meeting new people and being introduced almost every new lesson. Got home about 3PM after taking a bus. I didn’t see William on, so I assumed he must be driving himself or getting a lift from someone. My dad would only be back after dark. So I went to my room and started on some homework. I moved my desk right in front of the window, giving me an awesome view of the forest out back.

On Friday morning William approached me with his usual grin.

“Hey Liam, I was thinking you should meet me tomorrow morning at 7AM by the back of your yard. We can start early and I’ll show you some neat tricks in the forest.”

“Sure mate. I think my dad would be going in town anyway, so I don’t have anything else planned.” I replied as we walked towards the school entrance. He smiled and gave me a grin again.

On Saturday morning I woke up having set my alarm for 6:30AM. I could feel that all too familiar chill in aksaray escort the air again. I got up and dressed with some running pants and black t-shirt. I put on my hoody and made my way to the kitchen. I saw the a note my dad left, saying he would be back at around 5PM. I grabbed a apple and walked out back towards the edge of the forest.

“What took you man?” William asked while standing next to one of the pine trees.

“Hey! It’s barely 7AM, I’m not late. You are early!” I exclaimed while jokingly punching him on the shoulder.

He was wearing track pants with sneakers and a t-shirt like mine, except his was yellow. We made off in the forest, walking slowly as I kept looking at different things. I could barely see the sky in the thick lush bushes and trees of the place. It felt oddly warmer in the forest.

“So what do you want to see or know first?” He asked while moving some bushes out the way.

“Don’t know. It’s your forest after all. You tell me what’s important and what’s really cool to see.” I replied while looking at some awesome mushrooms growing near a tree.

“Well I guess the basics first. Let’s see… Never go into the forest too deep if you don’t know the area first.” I laughed at that one.

“I think I learned that lesson on the first try.”

“Yeah guess you did!” he laughed.

“Just learn the forest and its surroundings while walking with me. That’s the best way you would learn.”

We walked in more and got close to the river again.

“I live over there, just a mile over that hill.” He said while pointing north up river.

“You want to see something really cool? It’s a bit far tho.” He asked while we stood next to the river.

“Sounds good to me, but how far?” I asked looking at him.

“About a hours walk, shouldn’t be so bad. Dry weather makes the path even better.” He said while looking east.

“What is it that you want to escort show me tho?” I asked looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

“HAH! Now that would be something you have to see for yourself.” He jokingly looked at me, giving me his grin again.

“Fine, lead the way.”

We walked and talked for about almost an hour. We had to climb a bit of a hill at some stage and I thought to myself how I desperately would get lost here and die, should he run and leave me here. I could hear all kinds of birds and the sounds of the forest were almost kinda magical in a sense. We reached an open clearing next to one of the mountains, where it half open up water was falling in to a small pool.

It looks like the water goes down into the mountain again. It was amazing. To my surprise, William started taking his clothes off, right to the skin and jumps in. I half expected him to yell out loud from the cold, but he never did. I bent down to feel the water and was shocked to find out that its warm. “Wow dude! A fucking hot spring! How cool is this?!” I started laughing. I removed my shirt and was just about to remove my shoes when it came to me.

Was I about to get in a relatively small hot spring with a naked guy? I could see he was looking at me while swimming around. I didn’t want to seem awkward towards him, so I kept my jockey on as I removed all my clothes and jumped in.

The feel of the water was amazing. It was warm, but not too warm as the water from the mountain was colder.

“How deep does this thing go?” I asked just as he came up again from under water.

“Who knows? I haven’t shown this place to anyone else yet and I think nobody from the town knows as well.” He replied while getting out.

I could see every part of him.

“What the hell!? Why am I looking at him? I’m not gay.” I thought to myself and turned away.

He jumped in again causing a small wave to ripple over the pool. kağıthane escort He repeated the process and I found myself looking at him again. I quickly moved my eyes to a different angle and pretended to watch some of the orange and blue birds flying around.

“Why don’t you join me?” He asked while climbing out again just to jump back in.

“Yeah! sounds good to me.” I said while looking at him jumping in again.

I could see his flaccid dick flopping around as he moved and jumped. He seemed to be about the same size as mine. I would get about 8 inches erect, but unlike him, I am not circumcised. Why did I just think of his dick? What’s wrong me? I shrugged it off as not having had a wank in over a week and started swimming around in the pool.

“Do you want to get out and head back?” He asked after coming up again for like the tenth time. “No it’s cool. We can swim a bit more if you want.” I said while moving around in the pool, looking at the rocks and vines growing up.

We swam for about another 30 minutes when he got out and I saw he had a semi erect dick. I quickly looked away as I wasn’t about to be caught looking at his penis. Not that I know why I looked anyway. I guess it just catches your eye.

“Haha! Look man!” he laughed and to my shock pointed at his dick.

“Geez dude! Put that shit away before you poke someone’s eye out!” I laughed, not knowing if I should be looking at him naked anyway.

It made me feel weird looking at another guy’s dick. I mean, I have always seen other guys naked in the locker rooms, but I have never looked at them.

He quickly puts his underwear and pants back on. I followed suit and about an hour later I was safely back at home.

“I’ll come round to your place a bit later if you want. Have to go and help my mom out with some stuff first.” He said while I climbed over the last tree root before entering my backyard.

“Yeah sure. My dad isn’t at home and I don’t have anything else to do anyway.” I said and started walking towards the house.

“Oh and thanks for the swim man! Was awesome!” I yelled back just as he entered back in the forest.

Part three to follow soon

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Sarah moaned softly as she thrust the vibrating dildo in and out of her sopping cunt, using her other hand to tweak her nipples just hard enough to be a little bit painful. The humming of the motor was loud in the silence of her room, the buzzing against her swollen clit bringing her to ecstasy again and again as she fucked herself with her favorite toy. She hadn’t been this horny in ages – maybe ever – and she couldn’t believe the day that had led her to nearly an hour of nonstop masturbation. Trying to calm down a little so that her next orgasm would come more slowly, she relaxed and let her mind wander back to the events that had brought her to this point…

*****

Sarah hurried down the empty hallway toward her first period class. Her heels clicked against the linoleum floors with every step, the height of her pumps preventing her from taking the longer strides she normally preferred. She clutched her textbook to her chest and once again cursed the driver who had decided to run a red light right in front of her, delaying her arrival with an accident whose only casualty (fortunately, she supposed) was her punctuality.

The shoulder bag she habitually carried bumped against her hip, hitching the navy, knee-length skirt she was wearing a little bit higher up her leg, threatening to reveal the lacy trim of her thigh-highs. She would have tugged it back down, but she utterly detested being late, and she didn’t want to delay her arrival any further. Finally she reached the door to her AP chemistry classroom and tugged it open, slipping inside.

With cheeks doubly reddened by exertion and embarrassment, she scanned the room. Her usual seat was occupied by Peter Nelson, an insufferable teacher’s pet who did everything he possibly could to prove that he was a genius and that she was inadequate. He graced her with a smirk from his newly acquired place. She sighed, realizing that her only option was a seat at the one lab table in the very back row, flanked by two members of the boys’ soccer team whose presence in the class continued to bewilder her. Even now they were engaged in conversation rather than paying attention to the teacher.

“Sorry, Mr. Schneider,” she said, handing him her tardy slip marked “excused” as she turned and walked briskly toward the back of the room.

Mr. Schneider murmured some sort of assent and resumed his explanation of the lesson, blanketing the board with orbital diagrams and complicated chemical equations.

Sarah slid onto her stool, smoothing her skirt underneath her as she perched the balls of her feet on the little bars on either side of the stool near the bottom. She dropped her shoulder bag to the floor beside her. Pulling a notebook and pencil out of the bag, she tucked her shoulder-length brown hair behind her ears, and tried to copy as much of what was covering the board as quickly as possible.

“Well, well, well, look at this, Rob. Sarah Martin was actually late to a class.” The low, smooth baritone came from her right, drawing her attention away from the molecule she was replicating in her notes.

“That can’t be right, Nate. The Sarah Martin I know hasn’t been late to class since before we started high school.” This rejoinder, offered in even deeper tones, floated over her left shoulder.

Sarah put the finishing touches on her last equation, noting that Mr. Schneider had paused in his explanation and was now engaging in a spirited debate with Peter about the accuracy of his diagramming. She decided she could safely ignore both of them and risked a glance from the corner of her eye to one side and then the other.

Robert Thompson and Nathan Powers had been best friends as long as she’d known either of them, which was nearly twelve years now. They had all attended Franklin Sanders Prep since first grade, and she had watched them grow from a pair of six-year-old troublemakers into a pair of bigger, eighteen-year-old troublemakers. They rarely did any work, so far as she knew, and they were constantly finding ways to get irritate their teachers and amuse their classmates. Still, everyone seemed to like them, including the faculty, and they were, of late, the utter darlings of the school for having led the varsity soccer team to a league championship against their biggest rival. And, of course, all the girls thought they were both ridiculously hot – including Sarah, although she would have died before admitting it out loud to anyone.

Rob was tall and somewhat lanky, with the unjustly good looks of a young man who has been blessed with the best features from both a beautiful Latina mother and a handsome English father. He had thick brown hair that was kept fairly short, a wide smile framed by dimples, and dark brown eyes that always seemed to be laughing. He was currently leaning on one elbow and doodling boxes around his diagram of sodium chloride.

On her other side, Nate was shading in triangles at the corners of his paper, leaning carelessly against the file cabinet that stood beside their table. etiler escort His honey-blond hair curled around his ears and fell over his forehead, brushing long eyelashes that surrounded hazel eyes, which, she suddenly realized, were fixed firmly on her.

“Not only that, Rob, but she’s not even paying attention to Schneider’s ramblings. In fact,” he paused, and leaned behind her to whisper conspiratorially, pressing the hard contours of his chest against her side, “I think she’s checking us out.”

Sarah inhaled sharply through her nose and immediately began balancing the reaction that had appeared on the board while she was pondering her tablemates, eyes focused on her notebook.

Rob shifted his weight so that he was now leaning on his right elbow, pressing his shoulder against hers to look over her paper. The cuff of his polo shirt scraped against her arm, and his hair brushed against her temple.

“I don’t think so Nate,” he remarked, “she’s still keeping up with all these stupid redox reactions that Schneider’s covering for the third time this week.”

Sarah flushed, trying not to squirm underneath their touch. The pressure of their bodies against her was doing funny things to her stomach and giving her visions of other interesting ways they could sandwich her between them. She felt her panties start to dampen as her fantasy self bounced up and down on Rob’s cock while Nate took her ass from behind.

Good Lord. She mentally shook herself out of her daydream and decided she would ignore them, rather than trying to convince them that she hadn’t been ogling them or fantasizing about them fucking her into oblivion.

Nate plopped his chin onto her right shoulder and boldly moved her right hand back from the calculation she was working out. His curls tickled her cheek.

“Nah, she’s definitely off her game right now. She used the wrong constant to calculate delta H.”

Sarah pulled her hand out of his grasp. “I most certainly did not!” she whispered fiercely.

“Shhh,” Rob chided her, his breath warm against her ear, “Schneider’ll hear you. And you totally did. You used the one for calories instead of the one for joules.”

She froze. Was this really happening right now? Robert Thompson and Nathan Powers were critiquing her chemistry notes – she looked down – and they were right? Daydreaming about getting double-teamed by the two hottest guys in school was clearly clouding her mind.

Nate plucked the pencil out of her hand, erased the last two numbers she had written, and re-did the calculation. He circled his final answer with a flourish. “There,” he said smugly. “That is what you should have gotten.”

She narrowed her grey-blue eyes at him and held out her hand for the pencil. He handed it back to her with a slight nod of his head.

“So sorry for distracting you, Sarah,” he mock-apologized with a smirk, “I know you would normally have done it perfectly.” He dropped his hand to his lap but did not lean back from where his chest was flush against her upper arm.

Rob touched her left hand, which was still splayed over the corner of her notebook. She twitched, startled by the interruption.

“Relax, Sarah, we’ve basically had the same lesson every day this week. It’s not like you’re missing anything by slumming it back here with the two of us just this once.”

She turned to retort and found herself staring into his warm brown puppy-dog eyes and apologetic smile. Her planned remark stalled on the tip of her tongue.

He stroked his thumb over the veins of her hand, slowly tracing the bluish lines. She could feel little shivers running up her arm from the delicate contact. She opened her mouth again to say something – she wasn’t sure what, but it was definitely going to be sharp, and witty, and—

Nate’s hand pressed against the top of her right knee and began inching its way up the inside of her thigh.

She yelped.

“Miss Martin, did you want to share something with the class?” Mr. Schneider had apparently heard her.

“No sir,” she replied shakily, “I just, uh, dropped my pencil.”

“All right then,” he replied, already having turned back to the board to resume his explanation.

By this time Nate’s hand, which had not ceased its movement up her leg, had reached the middle of her thigh and was now exploring the pattern in the lace at the top of her stocking.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she hissed, turning to face him.

“Rob,” he said quietly, completing ignoring her angry words and expression, “you will not believe this. Sarah effing Martin is wearing thigh highs with her fuck-me pumps today.”

Her mouth fell open. She felt Rob tense beside her, his hand going still on top of hers. She wasn’t sure what the most astonishing thing about this entire situation was – the way they were touching her, the fact that Nathan Powers had noticed her footwear, or how wet she had suddenly become when he had uttered the phrase “fuck me.” Confusion warred escorts with fantasy as she thought about doing just that and wiping that smug smile off his face.

“You’re right,” Rob replied in a hoarse whisper, “I don’t believe it. Or rather, I can’t believe she let you find out.”

“That’s fair,” Nate replied, “I thought for sure she’d have slapped me by now.” His hand resumed its journey up her inner thigh, now traversing soft bare skin instead of shimmery nylon.

“I absolutely will if you don’t stop that right now…” she trailed off as Rob resumed his leisurely caresses of her hand, this time encompassing the bones of her small wrist within lazy spirals.

“Schneider will definitely notice if you do it now,” murmured Rob, his mouth just inches from her ear, “and I’m really hoping we don’t have to stop touching you just yet.”

Butterflies and hummingbirds started fluttering violently in the pit of her belly as Sarah realized that not only was he right, but that if she didn’t do something quickly Nate was going to find out just how much she too was hoping that they didn’t have to stop touching her just yet.

Too late. His hand reached the patch of silk covering her now-sodden cunt and stilled.

“Good God, Sarah,” his voice was suddenly a lot less smooth than it had been just a few moments earlier, “you are fucking soaked.”

That did it. She grabbed his wrist with her free hand and tried to pull his hand away. Unfortunately, he was considerably stronger than she was, and apparently quite determined to keep his hand exactly where it was.

“Ok, guys,” she said, tucking her chin into her chest, “you’ve had your fun. You can tell everybody that ‘Sarah effing Martin’ has the hots for you both. Whoop-de-frickin’-do.”

There was an agonizing pause as the boys looked at each other over the top of her head. She couldn’t see their faces, and she could feel hot tears of frustration and humiliation starting to form in the corners of her eyes.

Suddenly each of them took hold of one of her hands and pulled it toward him. Before she could register what they were doing, she found herself resting her palms on a pair of very warm, very firm, very impressive erections. She barely managed to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape her lips.

“You see, Sarah” Rob explained.

“Or rather, you feel, Sarah” interrupted Nate.

“As I was saying,” Rob continued, keeping his voice low, “what’s really going on here is that both of us have the hots for you, and we can hardly believe that the one girl who doesn’t seem to have the time of day for either of us might actually be interested.”

Oh my God. They were hard. For her. Both of them. Her mouth went dry, and she could feel her nipples hardening against the fabric of her black lace bra.

She was saved from replying, at least for the moment, by the ringing of the bell that signaled the end of the period. Within seconds, however, the room was empty except for the three of them, as Mr. Schneider taught second period physics in a different classroom.

Everything was suddenly silent except for the harsh sounds of their shallow breathing.

Sarah felt like her mind was racing at a mile a minute, trying to process what they were saying. They were interested in her. Very interested, if the evidence that was literally in her hands was any indication. The question was: what was she going to do about it?

She came to a decision. She gave them each a quick squeeze, drawing low groans from both of them, and slowly withdrew her hands from their laps. She very carefully gathered her notebook and pencil and slid off of her stool. Bending at the waist to pick up her bag, she was fairly sure that both of them could see bare thigh above the tops of her stockings. Taking her time, she stood and put her things away and slung the bag over her shoulder, letting the strap settle into her cleavage and tighten the fabric against her breasts.

“I have this next period free,” she said slowly. “I think I am going to go spend it in study room 3b. If you would like to continue this discussion, that is where you will find me.”

And with that, she darted out the rear door of the classroom toward her favorite study spot.

She silently thanked the scheduling gods, a.k.a. Mrs. Winter the registrar, for giving her second period free as she dashed through the mostly empty corridors. Regardless of what happened next, she (or they) would be able to have some privacy for the next fifty minutes. Finally reaching the door, she yanked it open, ducked inside, and breathed a huge sigh of relief as she leaned against the door and pushed it closed, hearing the reassuring click of the locking mechanism as she depressed the button on the handle.

“That was pretty fast for such high heels, wouldn’t you say, Rob?”

Shit. She whirled around, turning her back to the door, and discovered that Nate and Rob were lounging against the desk that filled nearly half of the tiny room.

This was bagcilar escort a terrible idea. They looked utterly delicious. This was crazy. She was unbelievably turned on. This was dangerous. They were looking at her like she was the last slice of pizza in the box. This was the stupidest thing she had done in four years of high school. She was going to be the luckiest girl in the whole damn grade.

By the time she had finished this increasingly disjointed series of thoughts, the two of them had advanced on her and pinned her between them and the door. Her bag slid off of her shoulder and fell to the floor with a thud.

Rob reached for her, tilting her chin up so that she was looking him full in the face.

“Hey,” he said softly, “stop looking so terrified. We’re not going to eat you.”

“Unless you want us to,” interjected Nate, giving her a mischievous grin.

“Nate!” Rob retorted. “Cut that out!” His eyes returned to Sarah’s, looking concerned.

“Sarah,” he murmured gently, “we want you, but this has to be your choice. If you don’t w—”

She cut him off abruptly, flinging both arms around his neck and covering his mouth with hers.

Caught off guard, he stumbled backward a half step before catching their combined weight and lacing his fingers together at the small of her back.

Firmly quashing the anxious thoughts that were racing across the back of her mind, she swiped her tongue across Rob’s bottom lip, demanding entrance. They dueled for dominance of the kiss, Sarah lifting up on her toes to assert as much control as possible.

She was starting to feel like she was gaining the upper hand when a pair of hands closed over her breasts and a mouth affixed itself to the side of her neck, tongue swirling in tight, concentric circles.

A breathy sigh escaped her as matching erections pressed against her pelvis and bum.

Nate moved his hands inward and began slowly unbuttoning her blouse, pausing after each button as if to see if she would stop him.

She wasn’t really sure she could have, even if she had wanted to, but she thought it was sweet of him anyway. He deserved a reward for such thoughtfulness, she decided hazily, and, as he unbuttoned the final button, she spun to face him and tugged him down by the corners of his collar to meet her lips.

Rob, not to be left idle, took the opportunity to slide both hands underneath her blouse and deftly unfastened her bra, which, being strapless, promptly fell to the floor in a puddle of black lace.

Sarah had only a moment to feel the chill of the room harden her nipples even further before he covered her breasts with his hands, squeezing them firmly and rolling the nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. She moaned into Nate’s mouth.

Distracted as she was by Rob’s talented hands and Nate’s drugging kisses, she missed the look that passed between them. All she knew was that suddenly the three of them were moving away from the door, and before she had time to regain her balance, Rob had plopped into the room’s only chair, with her falling gracelessly onto his lap, legs splayed out beneath her skirt, head lolling back against Rob’s shoulder.

Nate stood in front of them, staring at her with hunger in his eyes. Rob continued to massage her breasts, moving his mouth to the pulse point on the side of her neck, swirling it around in little spirals that went straight to her cunt. Nate dropped to his knees between her legs, pushing her skirt up to her hips.

He reached up and hooked his fingers through the waistband of her black lace panties, drawing them down her legs and past her feet. He tucked them into his back pocket.

Having disposed of the last barrier, Nate gave her a predatory smile. He placed both hands on her knees and grinned lopsidedly at her.

“Remember how Rob said we weren’t going to eat you? He lied.”

Sarah would not have thought it was possible for her to get any wetter, but apparently she would have been wrong. Warmth flooded her core as she watched Nate slide his hand up her thigh and dip his head toward the tiny nest of curls that sat above her dripping slit.

And then she could barely focus on anything as sensation took over. Rob captured her mouth with his just in time to swallow the moan that erupted from her as Nathan pressed two fingers inside her. He thrust them slowly in and out of her as he swiped his tongue against her clit, igniting the fire that had been building there since the two of them first put their hands on her in the lab.

“Mmm…” was all she could manage as Nate increased the pace of his movements, pressing his fingers deeper inside her and lapping furiously against her clit. Rob devoured her mouth and squeezed her tightened nipples, adding to the tension that was building within her.

She arched her back and pressed against Nate’s fingers and tongue, feeling herself approach her peak. Her legs started to quiver as Nate added a third finger. She was so close…

Rob gave a sharp pinch to both of her nipples just as Nate thrust all the way into her, and the dam broke. Sarah saw stars behind her eyelids as her orgasm hit, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her. Her whole body shook between them as she came.

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For the third night in a row, Brittny Holmes awoke to a persistent creaking above her bed. And this time, she wasn’t going to take it anymore.

“Will you please SHUT UP?” she yelled, her voice echoing loudly off the cinderblock walls of the small hostel dorm room.

There was a moment’s pause, and then the lovers in the bunk above her resumed their act of passion. She couldn’t believe it. How could people be so rude?

With her fists, she banged hard on the bottom of the bed above her. “Shut up! Shut up! Shut the fuck up!”

This time, they didn’t even stop — just laughed, a laughter that turned quickly into a moan of pleasure.

She wanted to scream, or cry. If her dad only knew just what kind of filthy conditions she’d had to resort to staying in since he’d refused to wire her more money! No more silky Hilton bedsheets and room service croissants– now, not only could she feel every spring in this thin, hard excuse for a mattress, not only did she have to have to share a room with 7 others, male and female, but she was forced to listen to the sounds of nightly fornication from people without any regard for her comfort or feelings. Her walking tour of Prague began at 8 am sharp, and thanks to these animals she wasn’t going to get any rest at all.

“I’m SERIOUS,” she said again, loudly. Undeterred by the chorus of giggles that suddenly began to sound from around the room, she went on, “You are being very rude. If you really need to have sex AGAIN, can you do it in the shower or something? I paid money for this room and–“

“I think this girl, she is jealous,” called out a deep man’s voice with a heavy Italian accent.

“Yes, Giuseppe, you are being rude,” called out a sassy female voice from the dark next to Brittny’s bed. “You are not sharing!”

“Poor American girl,” said another girl from another corner of the room. “All alone in Prague and no dick for her.”

“Excuse me?” Brittny’s eyes were about to pop out of her head with rage. “I am NOT–” she broke off with a sudden gasp as she felt a soft hand close around her wrist. It was the girl from the bed next to hers. Brittny hadn’t heard her leave her bunk, but she realized that the girl’s face was very close to her own.

“I have heard you American girls are filthy sluts,” she said, her accented voice deep and husky. “Is it true? You come here for some European cock?”

Brittny squirmed and tried to pull her wrist from the girl’s grip, but she held on tight as a vise. “That’s disgusting! Let go!” she cried, then gasped loudly as she felt a hand grab her other wrist. It was so dark she couldn’t see a thing, but with a sudden pang of shock she heard others begin to climb down from their bunks and crowd around her bed. She heard a voice murmuring in another language, and from the way the others laughed, she knew he must have said something crass.

“What the hell? Let go! Let go!” They were all laughing softly now.

“It’s ok, American slut,” said the same husky Spanish female voice, now speaking softly in her ear. “You don’t like cock? I don’t either.” She slipped her hand under Brittny’s shirt and began gently stroking her breasts.

“No!” Brittny screamed, thrashing and kicking as much as she could with both of her wrists restrained. “I’ll call the police!”

Her roommates laughed again, and to her horror she felt two new hands close around her ankles. The realization dawned on her that she wasn’t going anywhere. Not letting go of her wrist, the Spanish girl grabbed her breast hard, pinching her nipple roughly. Brittny let out a soft moan of surprise and pleasure. No one had ever touched her like this before, and she felt a tingling sensation spread throughout her body.

Now gungoren escort the person on her other side — male? female? she didn’t even know — was pulling her shirt up to expose her left breast, and she felt soft lips grazing her nipple, which she suddenly realized was tightly, achingly hard. “Stop,” she said, but it came out as a whisper tinged with a moan.

The Spanish girl bent her head over Brittny’s stomach, kissing her abdomen, nibbling gently. She giggled softly and whispered something to her friend in Spanish. Brittny couldn’t understand, but she was no longer listening. Hands were stroking her legs, sensually traveling from her ankles to her upper thighs, and she found herself rapidly losing the motivation to resist. The girl’s hair was in her face and it smelled intoxicating. Her fingers were sliding under the waistband of Brittny’s loose pajama shorts, slipping them down over her hip bones, down past her thighs.

She hadn’t realized she was wet until she felt the thin fabric of her underwear pulling away from her vagina, and the warm dampness of her juice sliding against her inner thighs as her panties were dragged down her legs. She realized that the girl had let go of her wrist, but before she could decide to pull away, there was a tongue in her pussy and she was crying out in pleasure

The Spanish girl’s face was between her legs, and she could feel the weight of the girl’s breasts bob gently against her abdomen. She’d never felt anything like this woman’s tongue in her vagina. Alternately soft and warm, then tense and hard, it swirled around the folds of her labia, dabbed wetly against her swollen clitoris, then plunged hard into the waiting wetness of her pussy, which was suddenly aching for more. She choked down a squeal.

She’d never experienced oral sex before — in fact, at 22, she was still a virgin — and she’d never understood the appeal of this vulgar act. But somehow this strange foreign girl knew exactly how to pleasure her, and she was helpless under her expert mouth. When she thought she could feel no more intense pleasure, suddenly the girl’s lips enveloped her clit and she felt pleasure stab through her pelvis. She bucked her hips and moaned loudly.

“Come on, Bianca!” A man’s voice with a French accent broke her reverie, and the girl momentarily lifted her lips from her soaking wet pussy. “Now it is you, being rude. You must share our American slut.”

“Sorry, Matthieu,” Bianca said with a laugh. “But now she is ready for you.”

Brittny snapped her eyes open, jolted back to reality now that Bianca’s face was no longer buried in her cunt. “What? No!”

But she could already feel a man’s body climbing onto the bed with her. She felt a sudden gnawing sensation in her stomach as she realized it was the gorgeous Frenchman she’d furtively admired earlier when she’d walked in on him shirtless, his smooth and sculpted torso glistening with water droplets from the shower.

His lips were on her neck, planting soft, wet kisses. His hands were moving up and down her body, groping every inch of her, squeezing every supple curve of her flesh. Her heart was pounding and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. This was wrong! So wrong, and she had to stop this, she knew. But her ankles and wrist were still held by invisible hands, and even if she knew how to escape she wasn’t sure if she could bring herself to. Every pore of her body was drinking in the sensations that gripped her body, begging her to give herself over to this gorgeous foreigner’s will.

She’d felt the sensation of a great, aching emptiness between her legs, the throb of desire for a lover to fill her up and fuck her hard, but she’d never felt it like this. istanbul escorts Matthieu’s fingertips and lips were on her breasts and his erection was pressing hard against her thigh, easing slowly up to where her flowing juices welcomed it.

Vaguely she was aware of panting breath next to her, and she realized that Bianca was still laying next to her too. Her face was pressed into Brittny’s hair and she was again clutching her wrist, but now she was touching herself and on the verge of orgasm. Brittny found it scandalous and overwhelmingly hot.

Then the tip of Matthieu’s cock was at the opening of her vagina and moving inside. Her fresh pussy was impossibly tight, but her wetness had her so lubricated that he slipped smoothly into her hot, waiting vagina. “Oh my god,” she moaned, feeling the sharp pain of her hymen tear, paired with an almost unbearably intense rush of sensation. Pleasure cascaded through her veins until she thought she would explode. There was pain as he withdrew and thrust again and again, plowing into untouched recesses of her body, but it was a delicious ache that she couldn’t get enough of, and the hot friction of his hardness sliding in and out was driving her wild.

“Merde!” he grunted appreciatively. “Sexy bitch.”

Her pleasure began to build up steadily and she felt herself arching her back to push her pelvis into his, willing him deeper and deeper. She was gasping for air and grabbing hard at the sheets, and just as the feeling was reaching a head — another man climbed onto the bed and pushed him off of her, laughing and speaking teasingly in French.

This man’s voice sounded vaguely Arabic and she didn’t recognize the sound of it. But before he knew what was happening, his hands were gripping her ass and jerking her towards him, filling up her pussy yet again with his own cock. Taken by surprise, she let out a loud moan. This man’s dick was slightly smaller but his thrust was harder; immediately upon entering her he was gripping her body and pressing her against him, rhythmically plowing into her cunt.

She’d been about to cum, but the change of pace threw her off and now she felt herself solely focused on feeling the whole length of his cock pounding inside of her. She squeezed her muscles even tighter and heard him gasp in pleasure.

“Tres bien, Marco,” Matthieu said, “You are fucking her so good. Elle s’adore! She loves it.”

Brittny now felt Matthieu’s hands again, stroking her head. She opened her eyes and in the dimness she could just make out his dick next to her face. “It looks so good that I am jealous.” He switched back to French and said something to Marco, who paused mid-thrust and answered.

Suddenly they both were gripping her body, lifting her and twisting her around. She was as helpless as a ragdoll in their hands and couldn’t tell what they were doing with her. Dimly she sensed Matthieu slide up onto the bed, sitting and facing her. She was flipped around and placed on her knees, her face in Matthieu’s crotch and her ass against Marco’s thighs.

She could feel the head from Matthieu’s throbbing cock emanating against her face. “Un baiser? A kiss?” he said to her, his voice throaty and soft.

A sudden stab of uncertainty shot through her. She didn’t know how to do this! But he slipped his hand around the back of her head and rubbed his cock against her lips suggestively, and she opened her mouth and took him inside. She swirled her tongue, slowly exploring the shape of his smooth, hard penis, and liking the pungent taste of her own juices on him. Then Marco slammed himself inside of her from behind, shoving her forward and deeper onto Matthieu’s cock until she almost choked.

She bayrampasa escort gagged briefly but then regained composure, moaning as Marco stimulated a new set of nerve endings from his position behind her. Her nervousness melted away as she matched Marco’s rhythm, bobbing her head up and down Matthieu on to the beat of the other man’s thrusts. She knew it was working, as the cock in her mouth was throbbing and pulsing, its owner grunting. His muscles trembled, his penis jerked into her and his hand tightened around her head as she felt hot, salty cum burst into her mouth and hit the back of her throat.

Another thing she’d always found revolting in concept, but in the sudden, sticky reality she swallowed it heartily and with relish. Spent, Matthieu pulled out from her mouth and flopped his back against the wall, sighing.

No sooner had her first lover finished climaxing than her second suddenly pulled his dick out of her as well. She felt his soaking wet cock slap between her buttocks and then spurts of his cum spray across her back.

Marco released her and sat back. She pressed her face into the mattress, panting. She felt a stab of disappointment that the men were done using her. Her pelvic muscles were still tense and waiting for release.

Bianca began to laugh loudly and derisively. “You fucking amateurs!” she said. “This American slut is begging for your dicks and you can’t even get her off? Pathetic. Well, I got her started, I will have to finish her.”

Before Brittny could say a word, Bianca pushed her onto her back again and straddled her. Her talented tongue was back. It mercilessly stabbed at Brittny’s clit, now swollen to the point of bursting and sensitive to the slightest pressure. Without hesitation, Bianca then shoved two fingers in her pussy, tunneling directly into her vagina, still soaked and raw from Mathieu and Marco. Expertly, Bianca slipped a fingertip onto a deep and hidden spot, which made her whole body shudder with delight.

She wasn’t done. One hand now cupped her ass and slid around onto her crack, parting her cheeks. She played gently around the rim of Brittny’s anus, pressing on its tight pucker. She slipped the finger up to Brittny’s cunt and moistened it, then moved it back and thrust just the tip inside.

It was enough to send Brittny over the edge. The three points of mind-blowing pleasure — her clit, her G-spot, and her anus — had merged into a ball of tension and now exploded. Every muscle in her body tightened and released repeatedly as waves of sensation tore through her. She was screaming out loud and couldn’t stop herself. Finally, spent and exhausted, she let her head flop back against the mattress and her clenched muscles uncoil.

Bianca lifted her head and wiped off her lips. Brittny looked at her, taken aback by the exotic beauty of her large, dark eyes and her sensual lips. She was suddenly surprised that she was able to see. A soft glow was coming it from the window and she realized morning was dawning. Looked like she wasn’t going to make it to her walking tour. The thought of it felt so silly all at once that she started to giggle, the laugh bubbling giddily out of her throat.

“What is it?” Bianca asked.

“Nothing,” she said, calming down. “Sorry. And… thanks.”

Bianca smiled and laid down next to her, throwing an arm and a leg across her body. “I hope you learned some things, little American slut,” she answered cheekily. In the bed next to them, Brittny could see that Marco and Matthieu’s bodies were tangled like hers and Bianca’s, and they seemed to be asleep.

Suddenly overwhelmed by sleepiness, her whole body feeling more relaxed and satisfied than ever before in her life, she allowed her eyelids to drop. She wondered briefly how she could ever tell anyone about this experience, and quickly noted that she could not. No one back home would understand. Enveloped in the soft warmth of her secret and Bianca’s naked body, she drifted off into sleep.

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