Bad Penny Ch. 13

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Penny was frozen in horror for a moment as we looked out of our bedroom window. Below us Paul was holding his girlfriend Liz by the hair while he pounded on our front door.

I was horrified too, but adrenaline flooded me. I grabbed a robe and raced down stairs, where I threw open the door. Before I could speak Paul threw Liz at me.

“Here, keep the bitch! See if I care! Fucking slut! Have her! Add her to your collection of sluts!”

He turned and stormed off down the street. Liz half collapsed, weeping, in my arms. I helped her inside. Penny had followed me down and grabbed her and hugged her, and when I looked up our house mate Tilly was at the bottom of the stairs. She gave me a brief look, and said “I’ll put the kettle on, shall I?”

We took Liz into the living room where she continued to weep, and wail. It was only then I saw her nose was bleeding and she had a cut lip.

Calling the police was debated, Liz said “No.” I’m still sure we should have. But we helped her clean up and cry, and drink tea and cry, and curse and cry, and sleep. Penny took her to our bed, I slept on the sofa.

Tilly had been good enough to make tea and go to bed, leaving us our privacy. But in the morning she was first up, and since she handed me a cup of tea, as I woke on the couch, I thought I owed her an explanation.

“It is sort of complicated…” I began

“Your friend, or rather, ex-friend I think, seemed to think it was simple.”

“Yes. Paul is a simple kind of guy.” I said, clutching for a story to tell.

“Well, I don’t know about that, but from him shouting about ‘lezzie whores’ and ‘you want to fuck him again, you can fuck him all you like’ I did get the idea that simplicity in his sex life appealed to him.”

“Ah. Is that what he said?”

“My window was open.” She gave me a strange look, and a half smile. “So, let me guess. The simple version is that when you stayed overnight on Friday things got complex? Drink taken, clothes removed, all good fun, and now in the sober light of day the green eyed monster comes out and spoils it all?”

“Pretty much, yes.”

“Oh well, I can hardly blame you, or Penny, she is a pretty little thing. Will she… it is Liz, isn’t it? Will she be staying?”

“I don’t know. Yes, it is Liz.”

“Well if you are setting up a ménage can I recommend that you get a larger bed or two more small ones? You should never sleep as a pair and a single – it leads to jealousy and plate throwing. In my experience anyway.”

I sat speechless.

She went on “Also put it on a proper footing from the start: she pays rent and bills, and we put her on the chores rota. Although, if she can pay the same as we are now we could put that to getting a cleaner. What do you think?”

“I…”

“Are you alright? You look like a goldfish.”

I closed my mouth, and took a calming breath. Now was not the time to ask about her experience with multiple partners. Play it cool. “Good idea,” I said “Although she may go home to her parents. Rushing into living with someone after a trauma might be a bad idea.”

“Yes. Just because you all got on well in the sack once doesn’t necessarily mean much. Well, I have to do some work, but I will be back around five. Penny’s cooking tonight I believe.”

As she left the room I was again struck by the same thought that I had some weeks before when Tilly had talked about our sex life – this could all get very complicated.

Liz was in volatile form that day. Her cut lip was swollen, one eye was black, and she had bruises on her arms, back, legs and hands. One very nasty bruise on her inner thigh spoke volumes about what Paul had done with his feet. Her hands and knees were cut from her falling to the ground as Paul had dragged her along the streets from their flat to our house. Fortunately there was nothing broken. At least nothing physical anyway.

She wouldn’t hear talk of the police – and she wouldn’t call her parents either, for the same reason – it emerged that her brother was, as the saying went “connected.” She feared that if he found out about what happened, Paul would end up without kneecaps. Or worse. Even I agreed that such a fate was perhaps more than he deserved. And of course she couldn’t go to the cops – they were the enemy, as far as her family was concerned.

She was also ashamed. She didn’t want anyone to know Paul had beaten her and thrown her out. She didn’t want anyone to know why. She blamed herself. Briefly she blamed me, and Penny, but not for long. There was a lot of crying and name calling.

All we could do was be nice and offer to let her hide with us until she healed.

I got a chance to talk to Penny when Liz went for a nap that afternoon. Of course we agreed we had to help Liz, but how long would she be with us? And what would the sleeping arrangements be? Penny looked askance at me when I said that, and I explained. “Look, I’m not suggesting we all get in bed tonight for a mad sex session. I’m not that insensitive. But I don’t want izmit rus escort to sleep on the sofa, and I don’t want her to feel rejected and lonely and have to be on her own, and I don’t want you to be on the sofa either. So … Well she is very small. The three of us will fit. What do you think?”

At bed time we did as we had planned. Penny said she was tired, and said to Liz “Are you coming to bed?”

Liz said “Yes. I’m tired too.”

Penny looked at me and said “You too?”

And as arranged I said “I’ll be up in a while. I just want to finish this chapter.”

So the girl’s went upstairs, and I read on for a few minutes, knowing it would give Liz a chance to talk to Penny. Any objection or hesitation, we had agreed, would be supported by us, and we had also agreed an opening line for Penny to use if there was any problem.

So I finished my chapter, and went up stairs with three glasses of water. I didn’t knock at the bedroom door, but I did make a fuss of opening it and going in slowly. Liz was in bed. Penny was chatting to her as she was putting on her nightshirt. I got a flash of Penny’s perfect nipples just as they were being covered up.

“Hi darling,” Penny began. I breathed easier. If there was a problem she was to say “Oh Sean…”

“Liz was wondering if you could take a note to her tutor tomorrow. I’m in a lecture at the time.”

“Yeah, no problem.” I said, and put the tray of glasses on the bed. I lifted my pyjamas and went to the bathroom.

When I got back Penny was in bed, in the middle. I got in beside her, she kissed me goodnight, and we all went to sleep.

It took me a while to go over. I had a lot to think about.

Liz looked better and was in better mood the next day. I took her note to her tutor, and Penny went down town and bought some new knickers and a bra for Liz. We had a council of war around the dinner table, Tilly joined in.

Someone had to go to Paul, to arrange a time for Liz to get her stuff. Tilly volunteered. I said I would go with her. Liz looked up shyly. “Not a good idea. Penny could. But I don’t think he would want to see you, Sean. The argument was about you. At least to start with.”

I hadn’t heard how it had started. It seemed invidious comparisons had been made. She was angry. He had been moody and snappy for two days. He wanted sex, she wanted foreplay. My name came up. End of civility.

The next question was where to take the stuff once she retrieved it. I said that I had talked to Penny, and Tilly, and she was welcome to move in with us. I told her what the rent was, and said “If you just want to stay here we can make up a bed in the study. Or, if you want, you can stay with us. Penny and me. Tilly doesn’t mind.”

Liz looked shyly at her, and then me. “I wondered about that. I was surprised no one said anything this morning.”

“Oh I’m very open minded, and very discrete,” said Tilly. “If you like you can put some things in my room and make it look like you sleep there whenever your parents come to visit.”

Liz looked surprised. “Oh. Yes. My parents. I suppose I will have to tell them I’m moving. Dad will be unbearable. He didn’t want me to move in with Paul. ‘Living in sin.’ Jesus, what would he say if he knew? What if Paul tells him?”

“Unlikely. Apart from anything Paul’s scared of your family. He hit you, he’s got to know your brother might… hit him.”

Liz and Penny and Tilly all looked at me in horror. “Well, it is true. He told me once that your family scared him. I didn’t know why, but it makes sense now.”

So it was arranged. Tilly and Penny tracked Paul down the next day by staking out his lectures. He handed over a key to the flat, since Liz had been dragged out without hers, and Penny had a quiet word with him. It was a speech I prepped her for. Paul was told to keep his mouth shut, or Liz would tell her brother. Any bother, any rumour, and he would be turned over to The Boys. Any word about Penny or me, and he would need a wheelchair.

Penny didn’t want to say it, to make the threat, but I convinced her.

It worked. He never spoke a word, and used to turn and flee at the sight of any of us. I felt bad about that sometimes. But not often.

Liz paid her rent, avoided her parents for a week or two until the bruises healed, then told them she had been avoiding them because she was unhappy and leaving Paul, and she had found a new place to live, and invited them over. Tilly went out for the evening. They agreed her room was very nice, and although they didn’t approve of me and Penny very much, (we were living in sin) they were grateful we took their daughter in.

That night, after they left, Penny turned to Liz as she walked back into the living room from closing the front door and said “So it’s official then. We live together.”

She stepped over to her and kissed her, and hugged her. Not just a peck on the cheek, but a full lips together melding into lips open, tongues, hands, clothing-rumpled kiss.

Liz izmit escort responded in kind. I was sitting about six feet away on the sofa, and just watched for a minute, until Penny broke the kiss and looked down at Liz to say “Bed?”

Liz nodded “Yes”

Penny looked at me and said “You coming?”

I said “Not quite yet, but it might not be long.”

She stuck her tongue out at me. It was a pretty tongue. Quite pointy.

I got off the seat and stepped over to them, an arm round each, and they each kissed me. Hands roved onto my bottom, and fingers found my shirt buttons. “Bed.” I said.

I chased the two of them up the stairs, and into our bedroom. A frantic round of kisses and stripping went on, and we ended up in a heap of naked skin and hair, caressing each other on the bed.

I don’t know whose lips closed around my cock for the first time. I was deep between Liz’s thighs, enjoying her in a way that the foolish Paul never could. It was fleeting though, not too much of a distraction. Everything that night was like that: wonderful but hard to remember. In my head it is kaleidoscopic; bright, beautiful, fragmented, ever changing.

Small things stand out. Rather like Liz. I was constantly struck by her size, her lightness, her seeming fragility and surprising toughness. I would go to do something that I would have done with Penny and be amazed at how thin her arms or legs were, how easy it was to lift her or move her, or bounce her.

But the moments of beauty are the ones that really remain with me. Liz so pale, and still marked by fading bruises in some places, wrapped in Penny’s tanned arms and legs. The contrast of the white, small, smooth rounded bump of her breast against the honey coloured cone of Penny’s, little pink nipple standing proud beside the larger, darker, almost brown.

The view between their four legs, dark chestnut bush and thick black tangle, pale thighs and golden, pale pink lips and rosey wine.

Liz’s tongue, wet and pointed, drawing out of the mouth it had been exploring, up over Penny’s upper lip to touch her nose.

The round, naked shoulder I kissed as I took Penny from behind, and the sight of Liz sucking on Penny’s breast, pinching her other nipple with delicate thumb and finger.

Those fingers, tiny, slim, glistening with the honey of Penny’s body, pausing for a moment and then sliding in again. Four fingers. Penny reaching down to hold her hand, grabbing the wrist and pressing Liz’s digits in further. And then, at my whispered suggestion, Liz folding in her thumb, and trying again.

My cock opening Liz’s pussy, dark bush clinging to the shaft as I pulled back.

Penny’s tongue running round Liz’s ass hole as I licked Liz’s clitoris and felt her suck my cock deep.

Penny’s eyes as she looked up at me, her nose pressed into the patch of hair at the base of my stomach, her lips clamped around the base of my cock, her throat open to take my glans. Her eyes were sparkling, smiling, full of life and love and joy.

Liz’s toes, curled and suddenly spread wide as she came with Penny’s fingers in her pussy and tongue on her clit, and my cock in her mouth, my hands rubbing her breasts.

Penny’s pussy spread by Liz, wet and about to be licked as she lay on her back with arms relaxed and eyes closed, and I took Liz from behind.

Liz’s wrist with Penny’s pussy stretched around it.

The two girls kissing, laughing, over my deflating cock, after I came in Liz’s mouth while Penny licked my balls.

Liz slept in the middle that night.

Tilly was droll over breakfast. She had come home sometime after we retired to the bedroom, but before we went asleep. “Really Sean, if you are going to continue to be that good in bed we might have to get soundproofing on the walls.”

I apologised for disturbing her.

“Oh you didn’t disturb me. I quite enjoyed it. That’s why I didn’t say ‘soundproofing on the ceiling’. But old Mrs Hanna is probably scandalised, and I daren’t think of what Mr McKnight must think.”

I grinned. I knew exactly what our neighbours would think, and I was sure neither was scandalised. Mrs Hanna was a wicked-eyed widow who I was sure had a fancy for me. McKnight was a middle aged university lecturer, and I had no doubt he did not mind his fantasies being fuelled.

For the past two weeks Liz had been sleeping with us but on the far side of the bed, and there had been no sex at all. Well, not in bed at night. Penny and I had respected her injuries and her trauma. So we had sneaked off in the car, found places around the University, did it in my parents house in my old bedroom (which was a lot of fun, as it turned out, I could fulfil fantasies from my teenage years that had never been possible before). We had had quickies in the afternoon when Liz was at lectures. But now that the taboo was broken we could return to a more open and active lifestyle.

I think Liz was surprised. And I was soon exhausted. After four nights in a row of Penny starting things kocaeli escort off and me feeling that I had to give both girls equal attention, I was simply incapable of doing it again. Penny pouted. Liz laughed, and said “I know what you mean.”

Penny pouted more. “But I’m horny.”

“You are always horny, darling, which is one of the many reasons I love you. Why don’t you open that box in the bottom of the wardrobe and play with one of the toys?”

That made Liz perk up. “What box? What do you mean toys?”

I headed them off and fetched the box myself. I opened it, and I found the two vibrators, the palm massager, and the double ended dildo. Then I closed the box, with a firm look at Penny and the words “That should be enough to keep you going.”

“Or get me coming,” she said playfully.

I carefully put the box back in the wardrobe. I didn’t want the rest of its contents to be taken out.

The girl’s examined each of the objects, and Penny talked about them, and showed Liz how to change the heads on the Non Doctor, and how to vary the speed.

Liz was wide eyed and soon wide legged. Penny had placed the vibrating tip on Liz’s hand, then on her breast, peaking a nipple in a half a second, and then slid it down over the nightshirt until it was between Liz’s thighs. Even through the thickness of the shirt and the panties below it was enough to set Liz squealing and gasping.

I lay back and watched. Penny drew circles on the exposed crotch of Liz’s knickers, and reached for the palm massager. This was another battery powered device that had a round pad that fitted in the palm and a strap over the back of the hand. It just had two speed settings, but the bumpy under-surface when applied to a breast was highly effective.

Liz came.

Penny was kind enough to lift both the vibes away, and turned them off. Liz lay twitching. It had taken less than two minutes.

Penny stroked her hair back in a gesture that reminded me powerfully of the way Liz had cared for her the night we brought Penny home drunk and we had ended up making out in the study. “You okay, darling?” asked Penny, and her voice was full of affection. It was the way she spoke to me sometimes. I was almost jealous, but who could be jealous of Liz, especially in her post orgasmic beauty?

My words to Paul can back to me as I saw Penny bend to lovingly kiss her little lover. I had told him that Liz wasn’t going to run off with Penny, nor Penny run off with Liz. Yet always in our lovemaking in the last four nights Penny and Liz had spent a lot of time together, and their kisses were passionate and tender. This wasn’t just sex.

The wonder in Liz’s eyes when she opened them was delightful. “Holy God! Why did no one ever tell me about this sort of thing before?”

I laughed and said “Oh come on Liz, you had heard about vibrators before.”

“Yes, but no one really told me about them, really described what they feel like!”

I laughed again. Penny smiled and said “And you haven’t even had one inside yet.”

Liz groaned, and shivered, and said “Ooh! What an idea!”

She had her knickers off in a moment, and her legs open, displaying herself to me without any hesitation. Penny raised the Non Doctor and turned it on low speed.

Watching Liz’s face as Penny lowered the vibrator to touch her pale thigh, and slid it up to touch her bush covered mons, I saw a wonderful display of excitement, fear, anticipation and pleasure. She was beautiful, I thought. And so was Penny. Two perfect bodies. Maybe I could manage to join in after all.

Penny pushed the black tip of the vibe into Liz as I watched Liz’s reaction. Shocking pleasure. Instant panting and a half grimace. Then huge deep breaths as she fought to control herself.

I glanced down and saw the gold band around the black plastic rod was just emerging from the wet, pink flesh that clung to it. The gleaming colour contrasted sharply with the dark hair around it. I thought of how that pussy looked when my cock was there. How she felt, hot and tight and wet and wriggling. How it would feel to take her now.

Liz bucked and cried out. She was coming again. This time Penny pushed things on. She began slipping the dildo in and out, rapidly, in time with Liz’s breathing, and latched her mouth onto Liz’s left nipple. It must have been hard to keep the suction going. Liz was almost jumping off the bed, her legs were spasmodic and twitching.

Penny played her down, slowing the stokes and holding her, turning off the vibrations, gently removing the vibe after a few more gentle strokes, hugging Liz to her and resting a hand to cover her sex protectively.

“Are you having a good time yet?” Penny asked.

Liz grinned weakly and whispered “Ohh yes.”

They hugged and kissed and Liz recovered, and as soon as she could get her breath she said “Okay, your turn.”

Penny was more used to the effects of a vibrator, although we hadn’t used one in months, so it wasn’t such a shock or such a thrill, but Liz was quick to experiment and learn what worked.

The winning ticket was to have the Non Doctor on low speed just caressing Penny’s clitoris while using the pink, anatomically exaggerated, second vibrator to slide in and out rhythmically.

First Night Seduction Ch. 01

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Adrien sat at the bar, hunched over his drink, his right leg bouncing up and down with nervousness. It had taken him five previous attempts to get here, three drive-pasts (to avoid thinking of himself as an utter coward he’d told himself they were to check out he’d got the right place, right time, right route and to find out where best to park) twice he’d actually pulled into the car park behind the venue but driven out without even stopping, this time it was make or break time – if he hadn’t done it now he knew he never would.

He’d even bought new clothes the likes of which those who knew him would never expect him to don, unadorned black baseball cap and t-shirt black cargo pants and Doc Marten shoes; he was usually to be seen in chinos, polo shirt and loafers when not at work where he wore suits, shirts and ties that bore all the right labels.

He’d tried, he really had, he’d truly thought he could make a life with Claudia, she was as career focused as he was, she a top-flight neuro surgeon Adrien an equally well regarded cardiac transplant surgeon, had less parental leanings than himself and neither had complained as their sex life had whittled away to the I-can’t-recall-when-we-last-did-so-I-suppose-we-should state of affairs. Not that theirs had ever been a passionate union; if pushed to describe their love-life at its best Adrien would say it was, was what? Satisfying, adequate, ordinary? Probably the latter.

That their relationship had run out of steam, without ever coming close to living together let alone marriage, was proved to him when he’d seen Claudia in a lingering embrace with a man Adrien knew to be an oncology consultant and it hadn’t bothered him – quite the opposite he’d felt relieved. It had taken a couple of days for him to summon up the energy to face what came next.

He and Claudia had eaten dinner cleared the table and were sitting finishing their wine when he spoke up,

“So you and Hewitt, has it been a while?”

“Excuse me?”

“Please escort izmit don’t deny it Claudia, it’s disrespectful to him at the very least,” his voice had been calm, monotonic almost, the brief onslaught which had followed his words had surprised him but he hadn’t reacted to it, confirming some of what Claudia had said.

“No, not long. Am I sorry? Well you know what I don’t think there’s anything to be sorry about do you? It’s not like you’re madly in love with me is it? Have I broken your heart? I very much doubt it. Christ! You can’t even be bothered to get angry, can you even begin to understand how much that hurts Adrien?”

“I’ve had a couple of days to think about it, and I have thought long and hard about it since I saw you with him and it dawned on me that neither of us deserves to stagnate like this, just let it go Claudia please.”

She’d taken a few moments to centre herself before nodding in reply,

“When do you want me to move my things?”

“Out of the master tonight but otherwise as soon as possible, please leave your keys before you go to work tomorrow.”

Adrien sighed as he looked deep into his vodka hoping to find answers, what he got was a question,

“Are you here to fuck or be fucked?” a deeply seductive voice from immediately behind him murmured in his ear.

He’d picked this night as it was described on the website as the club’s ‘quiet night – a chance to relax, unwind and converse with friends new and old’. The music was a little louder than that of the restaurants he and Claudia had frequented, the beat a little more emphatic, even so ‘the voice’ really didn’t need to be so close – he could feel the body heat of its owner across his back.

Without moving Adrien replied,

“The better question would surely be are you here to fuck and or be fucked?”

“Smart arse,” the voice retorted although Adrien thought he’d heard humour in its tone.

“How would you know? It’s not like you’ve as yet made izmit escort its acquaintance.”

“Without your answer I won’t know if I want to.”

“Let’s just say I like to keep my options open and my imagination as my guide.”

Was he trying to put the guy off with his words or buy himself some time to get control of what was happening inside him Adrien asked himself.

“I like your thinking,” Adrien felt the body move away, whatever disappointment he felt didn’t last long a hand appeared from his left stopping beside his glass, “the name’s Theo.”

Adrien hesitated for a moment before shaking it, although he still didn’t look up,

“Ade,” he’d decided to not use his full name the moment he’d walked through the club’s door, at least at first.

“Can I buy you another?”

“No thanks, I have a strict rule of one drink only when I’m driving.”

“Hugh, two of my usual,” Theo called to the bartender moving to take the stool to Adrien’s left.

“On their way,” Hugh answered.

Two glasses appeared the barman dropped in a little ice and slice of lime, Hugh popped the caps on two mixer-sized bottles of tonic filled the glasses then added a splash of lime.

“My tab,” Theo told Hugh.

“Guaranteed no sneaky alcohol, you saw it poured.”

“Thanks, can’t say I’ve ever tried it.”

“I’ll let you into a secret,” Theo leaned close to Adrien speaking conspiratorially, “I prefer lime and lemonade but I’d feel a bit of a girl ordering it.”

Adrien fought first the smile then the laughter Theo’s words brought on, he lost both battles and his shoulders shook as he laughed silently.

“What’s so funny?”

“Of all the places to make that remark you choose this one,” Adrien tilted his head to look at the man to his left.

“Oh please tell me you’re not one of those who takes themselves and being queer seriously. Life’s too short for fuck’s sake.”

Adrien’s head snapped back to looking at his drink, izmit kendi evi olan escort Theo had taken it for granted that Adrien was gay! He wanted to set the record straight, so to speak, at most he’d have declared himself bi-curious and with all the hesitation he’d had in getting this far most people would likely say he probably couldn’t even claim to be all that curious. He didn’t however want to upset the only person who’d spoken to him in the hour since he’d sat down, sure as hell he didn’t have the nerve to start a conversation.

“No, no, I don’t. Look Theo I’m probably not fit for company, I should probably have stayed at home instead of spreading the misery.”

“It’s got to be losing your job or a recent break-up.”

“Still in gainful employment.”

“Ah, bad was it?”

“Not really, well we won’t be bosom buddies, it had just run its course you know?”

“Yeah, I think most of us do.”

“So like I said I doubt I’ll be good company.”

“Don’t try to be, I’d say that you not being here to get rat-legged’s a good sign though.”

“My days of over-indulgence are long gone.”

“By that I take it you meant alcohol.”

“Not entirely,” Adrien mumbled as he downed the last of the vodka.

Theo heard the quietly spoken words but chose not to comment.

“Fancy a game of pool?”

“To be honest I’m more of a baize-ripper, mind you that was back in the Student Union bar so booze most likely played a part.”

“Come on, I can see a couple of the club’s biggest tarts eyeing you up if it looks like we’re getting along they’ll leave you alone, at the bar you’re pretty much fair game.”

“Alright but don’t expect much of a challenge.”

The two men picked up their drinks and made their way across the bar to the corner where stood a currently unoccupied pool table.

“Shall I break?”

“Trust me you’ll make a better fist of it than I would.”

“Told you I was useless,” Adrien chuckled not so very long after they began having been soundly beaten twice.

“Another frame or how about a bite to eat? The food here’s quite good, there’s not a huge choice but it’s not bog-standard bar food.”

“Why not? I’d only be getting a take-away otherwise.

Jordan’s Lesbian Metamorphosis

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You know the drill – all the actors in this script are of legal age. This is the first of a five part series. Although it’s not critical that you read them in the order they were written, I think you will enjoy the series much more if you do. In any case, I hope you enjoy the story!

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I guess even if I’d given the matter much thought, I don’t know how I would have really felt about returning to my former high school as a member of its faculty. In many ways going from student to teacher seems to be one of life’s great role reversals, perhaps second only to becoming a parent. I hadn’t been away long enough to forget how it felt to be a student and now I was returning as a teacher.

The transition would have been even more shocking if I knew about the many changes that would occur as a result of my new position. I had no way of knowing that my life was about to change in a way I could have never imagined, even if I’d lived for a thousand years. But I suppose I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you how everything in my life turned upside down and why I’ll never be the same person.

My name is Jordan Elizabeth Peters and I’m twenty-three years old. Well actually, I’ll be twenty-three on my next birthday. Last March, several months before I finally finished graduate school at the University of Texas at Austin — as in Hook ’em Horns, I started my job search with the usual high level of anxiety. You all know the drill and I’m sure each of you has had to endure it at some time in your life. You’re finally forced to leave the protected environment of academia for the dreaded ‘real world.’

In truth, our professors have been threatening us with this evolution all year long and I too was sort of dreading it, but I knew I couldn’t remain in the womb forever. Well, I guess I could have, but someone had to start paying pay back those damn student loans.

Incidentally, has it ever occurred to anyone that the only entities that benefit from us knocking ourselves out in college are the state and federal governments? Since a college grad is supposed to earn more than a million dollars over a non-grad in their working lifetime, just imagine what that means in taxable revenues. Okay, here’s my point: why then do those governments not absorb the expense for at least an undergraduate degree? Yup, graduate school teaches us to ask these kind of probing questions.

Anyway, even though I had always wanted to be a teacher, I actually had a much loftier goal in mind for myself. I intended to stay on course and eventually earn my Ph.D. in Education and try to eventually move into school district administration. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to teach, god knows that is probably my true calling. But I did have ambition and I knew about the obscene salaries that many of the School District Superintendents in Texas were making. Anyway, everyone has to have some sort of plan and that was mine.

I focused my job search in my hometown of Houston, Texas where I applied for eight high school teaching positions with several of the prominent School Districts in the area. I even applied with the same ISD where I actually grew up and went to school nearly six years earlier. Outside the Houston School District, my former ISD was one of the largest in the state and I knew they would probably have the greatest number of open teaching positions and their pay scale was also attractive.

I know what you’re probably thinking, this poor girl has no adventurous or independent spirit whatsoever and in a way you’re absolutely right. But my parents were just working class people who couldn’t afford to help me pay my college expenses and after graduation I had those pesky student loans looming over my head. My dad was kind enough to offer me free room and board for as long as I needed it in order to pay off my loans, but to take advantage of such an offer I obviously had to accept a position in the Houston area. Well, I did have two degrees so I weighed the pros and the cons: let’s see, I was flat broke and I knew I wasn’t going to receive a better offer. It didn’t sound like rocket science to me.

There was a time in the not-too-distant past that I would have never considered living at home after college. But it didn’t take long for me to do the math and I knew that if I lived frugally, then I could buy a new Honda Accord and put a little money aside for post-graduate school tuition at the University of Houston. After I played with the numbers for a while I realized that I could be totally out of debt in about five years. Well, at least a girl can dream.

After escort izmit the interview with several officials from my former ISD I was surprised that I was offered a position on the spot to teach Biology and Chemistry. What I wasn’t exactly prepared for was that the position was to be at my old high school, which I’ll refer to as Memorial High for the purpose of my little tale.

It wasn’t that I dreaded going back to Memorial High. The truth was, I never even imagined that such an option might ever present itself. To make matters worse, I knew that in my mind I hadn’t mentally moved on yet from that time and place and I was a bit intimidated at the prospect of returning to a venue that didn’t hold a lot of warm and fuzzy memories for me. I considered the offer for a brief moment and then bit my lower lip and accepted the position with a big smile, knowing full well that I’d have to deal with all the ghosts eventually.

For better or worse, I grew up as an only child. My dad, Bobby Peters, worked at the post office ever since he graduated from Memorial High the year I was born. My mom, Elaine, seemed to bounce from one minimum wage job to another during my entire adolescent life, lacking any apparent goals or ambition. Just when I would remember her work telephone number, it would invariably change.

I never thought about why that was at the time, but when I was in college it struck me as very peculiar and I had made a mental note that I wanted to ask her about it one day during one of our rare mother-daughter discussions. As I recall, we had four of those moments in my life and I thought that we were about due for another one real soon. I really loved my mom, but there were many times that between the two of us I felt more like the parent.

We all lived in a modest three bedroom, two bath single story house in Harris County. It only had about sixteen hundred square feet, but it was big enough for the three of us. I was friends with several of the girls in the neighborhood and life seemed fairly normal and routine to me. I knew we didn’t have a lot of money, but that was never something I obsessed about. Like all females, what I did obsess about was my appearance and that, along with schoolwork and my pet cat, virtually consumed all of my time.

It was during the summer after fifth grade when I finally realized that I was probably never going to be beautiful. I can still remember feeling the knot in my stomach when I arrived at that sole-searching realization about myself like it was only yesterday. Swallowing that pill was unknowingly made even more bitter by my daddy, who always called me “Beautiful” since I was old enough to walk. Now it was clear to me that he was just being my dad.

After my little epiphany things just continued to go down hill from there. As a result, I was way short in the self esteem department as a child and I would probably have been a textbook candidate for some adolescent counselor’s couch.

Okay, so you’ve probably realized by now that I was what most people would describe as ‘average.’ At five feet-four inches tall, I was neither heavy nor thin, but at least I didn’t have the dreaded weight monkey on my back, like several of my anorexic friends. My face was not at all unpleasant and when I started using make-up in ninth grade I was actually pretty surprised at the result. My boobs seemed to stop growing before I turned sixteen and sadly the development that my buxom mother always told me to expect from her genes never materialized. From an upbeat perspective, at least I never had to wear a bra. I guess I’m always trying to make lemonade out of life’s lemons.

Most everyone used to tell me that I had two incredible assets, which were both passed onto me from my dear mom. Although my hair was a non-descript light brown color, it was thick and I always wore it very long and straight, with it usually falling somewhere between ten to twelve inches past my shoulders. I never had split ends and I never suffered through a bad hair day in my life. You probably wouldn’t be surprised to learn that I’ve kept the same style to this day.

Although I really love my hair, I always knew that my greatest asset was my eyes. They were a really beautiful and very unique emerald green color and I had people complimenting me on them ever since I was in first grade. It was also one of the few things in life that I never got tired of hearing.

So, as I matured I remained relatively conservative in most of my views and I knew just as the sun rose in the east that I would never become part of the glitzy social scene that would make or break my collection of high school memories.

But facing that reality early on certainly didn’t make high school any easier for me once I finally got there. I knew I was destined to sit on the sidelines as a spectator, while a select group of popular students would dominate the social landscape and I accepted that fact as if it was a Darwinistic principle of evolution. I knew that I would never be a cheerleader, go to the prom, izmit escort or ever get to wear a boy’s letter jacket. I knew that I’d never be popular.

Even with the foresight that seemed well beyond my years, it eventually turned out to be far worse than I had initially feared. By the time I was finally a senior I had still never been on a date or had sex with a boy, although truth be known, I’m not sure which of those really occupied a greater sense of urgency in my mind. I had experimented a couple times during sleepovers with my best friend Allie, and although those encounters were extremely pleasurable, they seemed to raise far more questions for me than they answered.

So with a lot of effort I had finally come out of my shell in college. I still wasn’t beautiful and I knew I probably never would be, but at least I was no longer a virgin, although that too turned out to be a rather grand disappointment, but I’ll share more on that in a moment.

I also started running five to seven miles every day – come rain or shine, and I worked up to doing two hundred sit-ups daily, so after nearly six years I had a very lean body that looked pretty damn good in a tight dress or skin-tight jeans or even naked, for that matter. I also became much better at using makeup and at 22 years old I was finally at the magical point in my life where I actually thought that – as a total package – one day someone might even consider me attractive.

Although I dated about a dozen guys while I was at UT, it surprised me that I always preferred to keep those relationships casual. I think it was because I was never blown away by any of my paramours. Even more depressing were the sexual encounters. After all that anticipation, I thought that the sex with them was grossly overrated and highly unfulfilling.

Sadly, during my time in Austin I never experienced a single sexual encounter where I didn’t have to finish myself off afterwards. Finally, after several years, I realized that I even preferred it that way. As a result, I seemed to lose any sort of desire to find a boyfriend, but like all things I genuinely thought it would probably happen sooner or later, though I had no desire to hasten it along.

I dutifully showed up for the mandatory teachers’ conference as a paid faculty member ten days before school officially started. The new role actually surprised and amazed me so much that I absent mindedly parked my new little car in the student parking lot without giving the matter too much thought. Then without any fanfare I entered the school for the first time in six years and at that instant it felt as if I’d never left.

As I walked the halls for the first several minutes the memories came flooding back to me. I soon realized that I had subconsciously slowed my gait to a near crawl and then I became teary-eyed and I was not sure whether it was because I enjoyed being there or rather because I simply dreaded it.

About twenty minutes later I finally worked my way over to the auditorium which served as the main venue for all the major indoor events at the school, including today’s faculty meeting that I was about to attend.

As I stood off to the side watching people shuffle about greeting each other after the summer hiatus, I began to see many faces that were very familiar to me. Those faces belonged to the teachers that I had known years earlier, sometime between the ninth and twelfth grades. To me that time period suddenly seemed like another lifetime ago.

As they saw me standing quietly off by myself, some of them smiled and waved at me. I wasn’t sure whether they recognized me or whether they were just trying to be friendly. All was not totally rosy, however, as a smaller number seemed to look at me with near disdain. I guess to some of the more tenured faculty members, I was just an outsider who had no right whatsoever to participate in their reindeer games.

As I was standing there observing the procession of teachers and administrators heading into the auditorium my attention was suddenly drawn to one incredibly gorgeous woman wearing tight fitting jeans and a short-sleeved white top with a scoop neckline. This beauty was walking towards me at a rather hurried pace, with a huge smile on her face that I immediately returned in kind.

When she finally reached me she warmly extended her arms to embrace me. As she did I stood motionless waiting for the impact, still not exactly comfortable in my new role. She kissed me on the cheek and then pushed back and her eyes raked over me from head to toe, as she continued to smile warmly at me. The tingling that surged through my body at that moment did not escape my attention, as I continued returning her smile.

“Jordan, I was so excited to hear that you were coming back here to join the faculty. Welcome sweetie, you look absolutely terrific.”

“Thanks Ms. Masters, I’m really glad to be here,” I lied. “As usual, you look . . . really, really incredible,” and I meant every word.

She held her position izmit kendi evi olan escort with her arms partially around me for several seconds, while she continued smiling at me in a way I could not easily interpret. “My goodness Jordan, we’re colleagues now, you simply must call me Debbie.”

Hmmm, I knew teaching at my former high school was going to take some major mental readjustments on my part, but I hadn’t even contemplated a scenario such as this. I smiled back at her and gave her my most convincing acquiescent nod.

Years ago I used to think that Debbie Masters was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Now, as she stood there before me, I saw nothing to cause me to rethink that earlier opinion. She had been my ninth grade chemistry teacher, my tenth grade physics teacher and my anatomy teacher when I was finally a senior. All three classes were honors classes and over those four years I had eventually gotten to know and like her very well.

Debbie Masters had always been my favorite teacher and when I was a senior I loved to help her grade papers or help her prepare for her classes. More often than not I would patiently sit in her class after school and listen to her ramble on and on about her husband and how happy they were together. Although I was genuinely happy for her, I realized those discussions always caused me to feel a hint of jealousy. I just loved being around her, but deep down inside I always suspected there was another explanation for my feelings that was simply not yet clear to a teenager still struggling with her own identity.

Debbie Masters was nearly four inches taller than I was and every bit as lean. She had dark auburn hair that she used to wear very long down her back, but now she was wearing it in a shorter page boy sort of style. Debbie also had the softest brown eyes I had ever seen. She had high cheek bones and her face was perfectly sculpted. She was simply beautiful and her make-up always model-perfect.

While I was a student here I never thought much about her age because she seemed so young to me at the time, but as I stood there and chatted with her I found myself actually wondering how old she might be. As I studied her gorgeous face I was now guessing that she was probably about thirty one or maybe even thirty two, but I was certainly no expert guessing someone’s age.

Staring at her now I could see that after six years Debbie Masters was even more stunning than I remembered, but what seemed to surprise me the most was her outfit. I always remembered her as a real fashion diva, always dressed to the nines. She would wear the most incredible clothes that were both tasteful and sexy, along with the most stylish heels and the proper accessories that proved to be the perfect touch for even the most discriminating fashion critic. In a funny kind of way seeing her in jeans today was just a little disappointing.

As the crowd began to thin out, Debbie and I finally entered the auditorium. We sat together somewhere towards the back and during the initial dry presentations we whispered to each other like former best friends. I got her all caught up on my not so terribly exciting life in Austin over the past six years and she did the same about her marriage.

She told me that she suffered through a very unpleasant divorce from a guy who actually used the “it’s not you babe, it’s me,” line on her. I knew I would despise anyone who could ever treat her badly, but as I listened to her recount that tearful tale of woe, I couldn’t help but wonder why any woman would ever want to get married in the first place.

Once the Principal finally took center stage we redirected our attention to her and listened attentively to the presentations that consumed the remainder of the day. When we finally walked out together at four o’clock, we stood in the hallway and talked for another forty minutes before she finally had to run off and that’s when I knew that things would not be as bad as I had originally feared.

I walked to my new Honda that was parked all by itself in the student lot and as I sat in my new car I realized that I was actually excited. What I wasn’t sure about was whether the excitement was due to classes starting in less than two weeks or seeing Debbie Masters again.

On the big day I was excited about starting my very first job. It seemed that things would not be nearly as difficult as I’d first imagined and I was grateful that I now had at least one solid ally on the school faculty. I also knew that my classroom would be next to Debbie’s and this too helped put me at ease.

I had no desire to compete with a high school full of beautiful teenage girls all vying for any sort of attention, so I decided to dress down. I elected to wear a simple black skirt that fell several inches above my knee, a pale yellow top with half sleeves, nude pantyhose with a built in crotch and a pair of black three inch heels which were not only comfortable, but I thought kept me from looking too much like some of the older female teachers in the school who preferred to wear flatter, sensible shoes. I knew I’d get there soon enough, but the heels made my legs look really good and unlike the quiet student of six years ago, I actually thought I looked pretty damn good in skirts.

Back to School: Incentive Ch. 07

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Sarah stopped pumping Tiny’s huge cock, placed her hands on his thighs, and said, “Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Sammy! Oh, yeah! Pound that cock entered me! Pull out when you’re ready to cum!”

Sammy obeyed, pounding his long, thick cock deep into Sarah’s shaved pussy. Sarah shook and shivered as orgasm after orgasm seemed to explode inside her. Her juices flowed out of her stuffed vagina. She gasped in surprise when Sammy pulled out and slapped his dark brown cock down on top of her ass. She sighed in pleasure when she felt hot, thick cum splatter against her back.

“Okay, Tiny, your turn,” she said as she took her hands on his thighs and braced them on top of the table.

Tiny skidded off the table and moved around behind Sarah. He gripped his huge cock and aimed it right at her dripping snatch. Sarah bit her lower lip in anticipatory glee when she felt him brushed the head of his cock up and down against her labia. She inhaled sharply when she felt him push forward and start to stretch out her pussy.

“Omigod!” grunted out Sarah as she felt her cunt stretch wider and wider. She was grateful that she had tried out the Tailsplitter before taking on this huge slab of the cock. Tiny was stretching her out to her limits.

“Hold on just a second,” gasped out Sarah.

Tiny froze with two-thirds of his huge cock stuffed into Sarah’s overstretched vagina. Sarah shuddered through a mini-orgasm and concentrated on relaxing. That was hard to do with what felt like a baseball bat shoved into her cunt. She glanced over just in time to see Natalie laying on her back with her legs held up in the air as a Westville football player pounded her pussy. The sight of it made Sarah’s juices flow and she pushed backward, sinking Tiny’s huge cock all the way inside her.

“Bravo!” yelled Yolanda, who had stopped her activities to watch Sarah and Tiny. “I wasn’t sure you could do it, Coach.”

“Oh, God, I’ve never been so stuffed!” groaned Sarah in both passion and pleasurable pain. She knew Tiny had penetrated her womb and was pushing up on the top of it. “It feels like he’s gonna come out of my mouth.”

“He might once he starts pounding it into you,” stated Yolanda, who signaled for her next boy to come forward. “Are you ready for him?”

“Do it, Tiny!” yelled out Sarah, bracing herself. “Do it!”

Tiny pulled his cock out with a wet, sucking sound until just the head was lodged inside Sarah. He then slowly eased it all the way back into her. Sarah growled frustration, although she did grunt as the head of Tiny’s prick pushed into her womb.

“Harder! Faster!” urged Sarah.

Tiny ignored her as he slowly eased his penis in and out of her wet, slick hole. Yolanda had taught him well. Tiny learned from her how to go slow and not force things. He felt Sarah loosen up and relaxed as she became accustomed to his size. Tiny gripped her hips as he began fucking her with faster, stronger strokes.

“OH, FUCK ME!!!” wailed Sarah in intense pleasure.

The four captains had pulled on the bench so they had a front row seat to watch the busty teacher being fucked by the massive cock of a football player, who was almost a decade younger than she was. Sarah gripped the edge of the table tightly with her legs spread apart as Tiny pounded her pussy. Her huge tits rocked and bobbled with each thrust. She already had one orgasm and was building up for a second one as her pussy dripped its juices onto the floor. Everyone in the room could hear her cries of passion.

“Man, this is better than a porno flick,” stated Mark, watching Miss Stevens’ ass ripple each time Tiny banged into it.

“I wish I could get this on video,” stated Joe, who then added, “…but I know…no pictures. I kind of wish Nurse Brown was here.”

“Who’s Nurse Brown?” asked Mark.

“Our school nurse who gives one helluva physical,” answered Tim. “She’s as stacked as Miss Stevens is and just as horny. The person I would like to see here is Principal Schwartz.”

“The principal!?!” exclaimed Mark and Will together as Joe shot a menacing look at Tim.

“You’re not telling me…?” Will started to say.

“No, he’s not,” replied Joe as calmly as he could. “Principal Schwartz has a killer face, a voluptuous body with basketball-size tits, and a no nonsense, puritanical view of sex. Infractions on school property are dealt with severely.”

“So, if she were here…?” Will asked.

Joe shuddered and waved a hand as if to fend off the suggestion. He added, “I’d rather have an atom bomb go off here than see her walk through the door.”

“…and you wish to have her here?” asked Mark of Tim.

Tim shrugged and said, “Just a fantasy of mine. She’s got a body that won’t quit, but Joe’s right. We’d all be dead meat if she came here.”

A grunt from Sarah made all for them look back over at her. Tiny had grabbed a hold of her ponytail and pulled back on it so that Sarah’s neck was stretched upward. He was pounding his large cock into her like there was no tomorrow, and Sarah was hoping escort izmit herself backwards to meet his thrusts.

“Wow, they’re really into it,” gasped Will.

“Think he’ll pull out in time?” asked Joe.

Tiny let out a loud bellow just before he slammed his hips into Sarah’s buttocks and pull back on her ponytail, arching Sarah’s back up towards him. Sarah’s eyes widened and she inhaled sharply as she grunted back into him. Her whole body began to spasm and shake as Tiny hips flex rhythmically. Sweat dripped off both of them as the intensity of their passion peaked and exploded.

“Nope,” stated Will dryly, “but then he usually forgets to. I don’t see Coach Stevens complaining.”

“She kind of forgets the rules, too,” stated Joe.

Tiny pulled his huge cock out of Sarah with a wet, sucking sound. As soon as he was out, rivulets of white come and pussy juice rolled down her legs. With Tiny’s help, a shaking Sarah pulled herself onto the table to collapse there, face down, with her legs hanging over the edge. Tiny moved back to stand beside Jeremy.

“Aw, Geez, man! I’m sorry,” apologized Tiny to Jeremy.

“Hey, no problem,” said Jeremy. “Heat of the moment and all that.”

Tiny nodded his head and moved away. Jeremy looked down at his raging hard-on and then at the semi-comatose, quivering woman lying on the table. He sighed deeply and shook his head.

“I think Tiny broke her,” stated Jeremy to the four captains.

“You don’t know are Miss Stevens,” said Joe. “You just have to rev up her libido. Push it in and go to town.”

“Uh, isn’t that a little like…uh…,” stammered Jeremy.

“Look,” said Tim, pointing.

They all looked and saw one of Sarah’s hands limply waving in a come-on gesture. Jeremy walked over and ran a hand down Sarah’s back to her ass. Sarah moaned and her hand gestured more quickly. Jeremy moved behind her and gripped her hips. Lining up is hard prick, he thrust it all the way in with one shove.

Sarah moaned in pleasure. Even though her vagina was full of sperm, and had been stretched out by a massive cock, it involuntarily tightened down around Jeremy’s prick. Jeremy grunted in surprised as Sarah’s pussy began to squeeze his dick. He began to fuck her with long, smooth strokes. Sarah groaned in passion and pushed herself up to start pumping back against Jeremy’s thrusts.

“I think it’s time to move on,” stated Tim. “I think I’ll head back over to Yolanda.”

“You going back to Miss Porter?” Joe asked Will.

“No, your Coach Stevens asked one of our guys, John Jones, to look after her,” stated Will.

“What?” scoffed Joe. “That puts her off-limits?”

“John has a natural knack of making any woman feel special,” stated Will. “I’d rather have fun than try to compete. How about you and I go over and see if Haru is free?”

Natalie was flat on her back with her butt on the edge of the table and her legs held up in the air as her thirteenth guy pounded her pussy. To say Natalie was disappointed was an understatement and she worked hard to keep that emotion off her face.

The group dynamics she’d hoped to study had not materialized. What was worse was the lack of spontaneity and experimentation. Will, who is number one in her group, had put her in the position she was in and the next twelve guys just followed suit. Natalie had orgasm with the first two before she became bored. Not that the guys were not nice, but they just did not pique Natalie’s interest.

The guy fucking Natalie was breathing heavily and Natalie could feel his hands, which were gripping her ankles, begin shake. She knew he was close to cumming. Humping her hips, she began to respond to match his thrusts.

That seemed to push him over the edge. With a grunt, he pulled his cock out of Natalie and aimed it at her stomach. He groaned in ecstasy as his climax caused his knees to buckle and a huge spurt of white, hot jism spurted out of the tip of his cock. Natalie smiled up at him as he splattered his cum all over her abdomen and stomach… just like all the others before had.

“Oh,Geez! That was great, Coach!” exclaimed the Friendship student. “Hold on. I’ll clean you up.”

As he cleaned his jism off her, Natalie looked around I was a little shocked to see that students who had been waiting in line for her at all moved away. There was only one dark-haired guy standing there

“Hi, I’m John,” said the boy, helping Natalie to set up. “It looks like you’ve been stuck in that position forever.”

“Thirteen times in a row,” quipped Natalie.

“Bummer. What were you looking around for?”

“I came here to help Coach Stevens,” stated Natalie.

“That didn’t answer my question,” said John.

“I was… I was studying the group dynamics of the situation,” answered Natalie.

“Ah, but have you taken in the variable of having two teams that are strangers to one another?” asked John. “There is also the artificiality of being placed into a group and then placed into a numerical order within that izmit escort group. These factors could inhibit the dynamics you are looking for.”

“It could be,” said Natalie, her eyes sparkling with interest.

“Now is the time to watch,” stated John as he moved around behind her. “Look around.”

John settled in behind Natalie and she felt his hard cock pressing against the small of her back. She felt his hands caress over her arms and shoulders. She then sighed in contentment as he slid them around over her stomach and upwards to cup her large breasts.

“Look,” whispered John in her ear at the same time he squeaked her nipples, causing Natalie to shiver. “Looked over at Haru.”

Natalie turned her head and saw the young-looking Indian girl sandwiched between Will and Joe. Will was lying flat on his back with his hard cock stuffed into her vagina, while Joe was on top with this prick shoved balls deep up her ass. Haru’s face was a picture of bliss as she rocked to and fro, driving both cocks in and out of her holes. Natalie shivered again as one of John’s hands slid down over her stomach.

Natalie looked up when she her one group of guys yelling, “Go! Go! Go! Go!”

“Over there,” said John as he slipped two fingers into her wet, dripping pussy. “Chica, Jenny, and Colleen are having a blow-job race.”

Natalie looked and saw three groups of five students sitting on separate tables. Each girl had taken one group and was sucking on a cock. Natalie gasped as John’s fingers strummed across her clitoris, but she could not take her eyes off the race. Each girl had a different technique.

Chica, who had somehow cleaned all the jizz off that had been spurted on her, and gripped the cock she was sucking on, and seemed to put her whole body into the act. She writhed, and moved up and down the guys leg as she lavished attention to his hard dick. Natalie saw the guy shudder and his hips rise up as he unloaded into Chica’s waiting mouth.

Jenny used the mouth and hand technique. Her head bobbed up and down all her boys cock was in her mouth. Her hand was wrapped around the shaft of the penis and pumped in time to her head bobbing. Natalie just caught Jenny’s eyes widening and a muffled grunt from her as her cheeks billowed outward. Jenny forced down the baby batter before going into a coughing fit.

“Caught her off guard,” commented John. “That’ll cost her some time.”

Colleen’s technique was simple and straightforward. The busty redhead placed her hands on either side of her guy’s hips on the table and simply fucked her face up and down on his hard cock. Natalie was a little amazed at the speed and depth that Colleen achieved. The guy began to shudder and gasped loudly. Colleen pushed her face down onto his cock and held it there with her lips sealed around the base as he climaxed. As soon as he stops spurting, she pulled away with a loud slurp, swallowing quickly, and moving on to the next guy in line.

Natalie started breathing heavily as John’s fingers on her breasts and pussy raise the level of her passion. She shivered as his fingers caressed over her clit.

“Feeling better?” asked John.

“Much better,” said Natalie as she moved off the table and turned around to face him. She looked down at his hard penis. “It appears that you have a problem.”

John gave her a little smile and said, “I know of the perfect place.”

“Where?” asked Natalie as John scooted off the table and help out a hand to her. “We can’t leave here, can we?”

“Groups are done,” stated John. “The rest of the time is entirely up to you girls…or, I should say, women. Come on and put on some shoes. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”

“Just my shoes?” asked Natalie, arching an eyebrow.

“It’s only about a hundred yards,” said John. “I think we won’t freeze.”

“Let’s go,” said Natalie, slipping on her shoes.

Natalie started giggling as John led her out into the cool night air. As they hurried up the road, she could see that he was leading her towards the screened-in pavilion. The pavilion had been winterized with panels placed over the screens. John led her to the double doors and took her inside.

Natalie gasped when she entered the pavilion. She had expected it to be dark and rustic, but was not expecting the strings of light festooning the rafters, nor the blazing fire in the fireplace. In front of the fire were two mattresses covered by a big comforter.

“You did this?” asked Natalie.

“Well, the lights were already here,” admitted John. “I started the fire, though.”

Natalie did not say another word, but turned and pulled John’s head down towards hers. Their mouths met in a passionate kiss and they clung to one another as if they were the last people on earth. After a couple of minutes, they broke apart, both panting heavily with desire. John bent down, picked Natalie up, and carried her over to the makeshift bed.

Kneeling down, he lowered her gently onto the comforter. Natalie did not let go of izmit kendi evi olan escort John and pulled him down for another round of kissing. She could feel her body heat up and her nipples harden in response. The setting was romantic and she had a feeling in the center of her chest that felt like butterfly wings. John pulled back slightly and just lightly touched his lips to hers.

Natalie moaned through the kiss as John reached up to caress her large, sensitive breasts. Jolts of pleasure shot through her rock-hard nipples as his fingers glided over them. She could feel the tension building in her loins and her pussy was becoming very wet.

She slid one hand down his back and around his hip. John grown as she grasped his hard manhood and began to stroke it. He broke the kiss and moved slightly away from her hand. Natalie looked up at his face to see his eyes screwed shut and his jaw muscles twitching.

“I… I can’t hold out much longer,” gasped John.

“We have all weekend,” pointed out Natalie as she spread her legs open.

John moved over between her legs and looked down into her eyes. He then thrust his hips forward, driving his cock all the way into Natalie’s hot, wet pussy. Natalie knew she was ready, but the sudden penetration was like a shot of pure ecstasy. She cried out in total pleasure and could not help, but digging her fingernails into John’s back to try to force him to go even deeper.

“Fuck me!” gasped out Natalie. “Oh, fuck me hard!”

John took her at her word and began pounding her cunt. Natalie cried out in delight and opened her legs even wider. Her ass bounced up and down and both of them were grunting together with each thrust. The strange thing was that their eyes were locked up on one another. Your flesh like together as essential tension in both of them skyrocketed. Natalie’s face clearly show the wonder she was feeling and John’s face mirrored hers. Natalie then arched her back upwards.

“I’m gonna…(pant)…I’m gonna…CUUUMMMM!!!!” screamed out Natalie as her orgasm exploded inside of her.

“Me, too,” grunted out John as he drove his prick deep into Natalie’s vagina

Natalie screamed like a banshee as her legs flew up in the air. Her vagina clamped down around John spurting cock as her body convulsed. John held her tight as she shuddered and shivered through her orgasmic bliss. He started becoming a little dizzy as it seemed that he kept spurting and spurting inside her.

The two of them stayed frozen in that position for several moments. All of a sudden, both of them collapsed limply onto the comforter. John barely had enough strength to roll off to one side so as not laying on top of her as soon as his Dick pulled out of her, white cum and pussy juice began to dribble out.

John and Natalie laid side-by-side, gasping for breath and trying to recover their strength. John turned his head to look at she felt him move and looked over at him. The wonder of what they felt should clearly on their faces. They both broke out in smiles and then laughter.

“That was so good!” said Natalie with a little giggle in her voice.

“I’ve died and gone to heaven,” stated John.

“Really?” asked Natalie, rolling over. Her full, heavy breasts rested against John’s stomach

John could not believe it. Looking down at the sexy, busty teacher basking in the afterglow of an intense orgasm, he felt a warmth blossom inside himself, but what was really surprising was a stirring he felt in his loins.

“Truly,” he said gently.

Natalie broke out in a wide smile. Her eyes then opened in surprise as she slowly glanced down at the hardening penis that was pressing against her breasts.

“I thought I broke it,” said Natalie as she reached down to stroke his cum-slick prick.

“You break it, you bought it,” quipped John.

“How about if I fix it?” asked Natalie, just before she lowered her head and sucked on it for several moments. She popped her mouth off it and stated, “I think I fixed it. Now what?”

Natalie found that out when she was on her hands and knees with John fucking her from behind. It ended with both of them having a huge climax. John felt that is very essence was being spurred out of his cock into Natalie’s womb. As the peak of their passion subsided, they both collapsed limply onto the mattress. John managed to get the comforter over them before they fell into an exhausted sleep.

John was awakened the next morning by Natalie sucking on his cock. That led to other things and, ultimately, Jenna Natalie spent the entire weekend making love exclusively with each other. Sarah actually had to pry Natalie away Sunday morning so they could leave before everyone else showed up at the campground.

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Sarah was in the infirmary helping Cindy decorate by putting up Valentine hearts on the wall. When Sarah returned from the campground, Cindy told her she was so jealous, but did admit that she and Samantha Crowe had hooked up with Principal Eversol for the weekend. She stated that she and the little gymnast had given him the victor’s reward. Both women looked up when Natalie came into the room.

“Hi, Natalie,” greeted Sarah. She then took a closer look at Natalie’s face. “Is something wrong?”

First Ever Male Massage Pt. 03

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After my previous experiences you’ll find in chapter 1 and 2, male massages were now my drug of choice and I couldn’t stop thinking about them. I craved the rush of adrenaline that I got from a massage, from making the initial contact, to arriving, to the first touch and then through to however the massage would go.

Some massages were simply straight forward massages and offered nothing in the way of mutual touching. Some massages offered me a happy ending to finish off which was fine but it was my desire to touch them, and to fondle or suck their cock that drove my ultimate excitement.

I experienced a number of local male masseurs and I was finding new ways to seek them out online. I was still craving the experience I had in chapter 1 with Lee and had seen him a couple of times and with very similar almost identical experiences.

I was scouring the internet and came across a new site, I reviewed the guys on the listings and settled on Adam, he was £150 for half an hour which was more than double the cost of my usual massages. Adam was stunning guy with an incredible body and I was hoping for an incredible time.

I arrived at his flat and he opened the door and was as advertised a very good-looking guy. He was only about 5 ft 8′ which was a disappointment as I’m 6ft and prefer tall men and women, he was polite but he was a little stand offish, which may have been down to his age as he was maybe 23 years old. I paid him before being asked to get comfortable and lie on the massage table. I did this quickly and arranged my cock between my legs, so it was pointing towards my feet between my legs.

Adam began with strong strokes on my leg and I was on edge as he started to roam across my body. Unfortunately it was the most mechanical of massages I’ve had from anyone and the “pretty boy” was a huge let down. I couldn’t even tempt his cock out of his pants, and he tried to give me a happy ending but I had to stop him as I wasn’t going to cum if he’d had been doing it all day!

So escort izmit £150 down and thoroughly deflated I left his flat. I got in my car and messaged Lee.

“Hi Lee it’s ***** are you available as I’m not far from you and I’m wanting to push my boundaries a bit more” I wrote.

Lee responded pretty instantly, and I was off on my way to his flat immediately. 5 minutes later I was knocking on his door and smiling as he opened up and showed me in. I asked to use the shower first and he showed me in and turned the shower on. I stripped and quickly washed and got rid of the disappointment from the first massage.

As I was drying myself off Lee past the bathroom and walked into the bedroom where the bed was set up. I saw his naked body and firm arse walking into the room to wait for me.

I followed and walked in and went straight for the bed, climbed up on all fours and lay face down on the bed.

I felt Lee’s hand on my head, and he stroked me down my back. I could feel him stood next to me, he leaned down and growled in my ear before biting my neck lightly. I was grinding my cock into the bed as he did it and he raked his hands up and down my back. This was what I needed, build up, tension, expectance.

I was so horny for him and he knew it and it felt more animal and aggressive than ever before. He moved and I felt his hands on my ankles, he moved them up my legs and spread me wide as he did it, gripping my arse cheeks hard and almost ripping me open. He climbed on the bed and again gripped my thighs moving higher to my arse cheeks and pulling me apart before diving his face into me and licking me in my tight arsehole. I was in heaven as he ate me out driving his tongue further into me.

Lee then crawled up my body until he was laid on me, I felt his head next to mine and he again bit me on the neck and whispered to me “I want this badly” and bit me again. I could feel his huge thick cock against me, pressed hard into my arse cheeks. If he wanted to… right then and there I’d have izmit escort let him fuck me…no question.

He lifted himself up and I felt him slap his thick cock on my arse, rubbing it down the crack of my puckered hole. I lifted up slightly to meet him and offered myself out to him if he wanted me. My head was spinning with the thoughts of it all and then as quickly as he was on the bed he got off.

I then felt his cock on the side of my face, and I turned to face it, it looked angry and engorged. It wanted only one thing it, wanted sucking and I wasn’t going to disappoint. I wet my lips and licked his huge cock head, swirling my tongue around and around it finally bending my head to take him in my mouth. His cock tasted salty and I guessed he’d already cum today.

I began to bob my head faster trying to take more, I twisted my entire body to lie on my side and that’s when he placed his hands on my head and took control and began to fuck my mouth deep long strokes of his cock penetrating my hungry mouth. Over and over deeper and deeper, he began to speed up and I was waiting to feel his spunk flowing into my mouth, but he withdrew and just hovered it bobbing over my face.

Lee smiled down at me and then began to climb on the table straddling my stomach as he usually did to finish off. Seeing him sat on top of me like this with his huge cock in his hand slowly wanking himself was a real sight for sore eyes. He shuffled around a little and I felt my hard cock nudge against his arse and without thinking or knowing he sank onto my cock.

I was shocked, I hadn’t wanted to do this, but it hadn’t been spoken about. He began to rock on my cock while he wanked. I tried to slip down the bed to slide out of him, but I couldn’t get far enough down. He clenched his arse cheeks and rode my hard cock whilst he stroked.

I reached out and took his thick cock in my hand and began wanking him whilst he rode me, as I did that he then reached up and began stroking his nipples whilst izmit kendi evi olan escort I jacked him off.

After a minute or two he then bucked forward towards my face and I thrust his cock into my mouth swallowing his huge load as he growled deeply disposing of his sperm into my mouth. As his cock stopped twitching, it allowed me to swallow all of it and he reached behind himself and wanked me off.

I was cumming in seconds as I was so horny from the whole experience, I’d been on edge since the face fucking. I shot my load all over his back and arse and lay in a heap whilst he sat astride me panting and laughing.

Lee got off me and went for a shower as I tried to catch my thoughts. He came back and handed me some tissue so I could mop up the cum off my body before I had a shower.

I got off the bed and Lee was freshly showered and wet, I walked over to him and without saying a word I dropped to my knees. I wanted more I wanted to be a cock sucking slut for him.

He was still semi hard when I stroked him to full erection. His cock slipped into my mouth and I began to wank him into my mouth. I looked up at him while I was sucking his cock and he looked down at me and I felt him begin to rhythmically fuck my mouth. I was trying in vain to control the pace, but he had more ideas and grabbed my head in his big strong hands and gave me a very vigorous skull fuck. Saliva was dripping all down me as I knelt taking his cock driven inside my mouth as I gagged on his thick dick.

He then withdrew and he grabbed his cock in his fist and stroked it a couple of times before showering my face with his cum. It felt so horny to be this filthy with Lee and he was enjoying every second. I licked the cum off my lips before taking him back into my mouth to clean him off expertly. I could feel that I had cum all over my cheeks, face and forehead as I stood up.

“Thanks for that I’ve been dreaming about being on my knees in front of you,” I said turning and walking to the shower.

I washed the cum off my body, got dressed and made my way to the door. Lee opened the door and pulled me towards him and kissed me on the lips. I hadn’t thought about kissing a guy I don’t know why but to me that is what gay men do and I’m not gay J.

Alaskan Lake

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The moment I’ve been waiting for has finally arrived, the time has finally come. He will be landing shortly. The man I keep dreaming about and wishing to see again will be walking through those doors any minute now. I’ve been missing him ever since we parted ways. I know in my heart that this will be a short visit, but I want to make the most of every moment I can spend with him. When he finally does walk out, with his son holding his hand, my own son squeals with excitement and the two kids rush towards each other. Two little best buddies hugging and excited to see each other again. And there he is. Tall and bearded and smiling with those huge beautiful greyish blue eyes. My dream come true. He and I embrace and I hold back tears of joy as he holds me steady in the airport surrounded by strangers that I don’t even notice. We speak briefly about his flight, and then turn our attention to the kids. The two boys are so excited and babbling about flying in airplanes. We load the boys into my truck and head towards my parents’ house.

Our conversation is casual and I end up giggling a lot… But I know we are both thinking about the same thing… Alone time. However the drive to my parents’ house is long enough that he gets to enjoy some scenery izmit rus escort along the way, and I love his reactions to all the mountains in Alaska.

My first plan is to get the boys to my parents’ house so I can go on a walk with my lover. So after we drop them off, I know exactly where I’m taking my lover face. Eklutna Lake is one of my favorite places to visit in Alaska and it’s a bit of a drive away from prying eyes that might stumble upon us. I feel so glad to have him finally here, all I can think about is getting his pants off.

I chose to wear a skirt and a tank top for this adventure, along with my hiking boots that I always like to wear.

So I start teasing him about it to make him squirm a little and try really hard to hold back just to make the anticipation even greater.

When we finally arrive at the lake, the mountain that overlooks it is impressive enough for us to just stand there soaking in the beautiful scenery.

Holding hands and nuzzling each other until finally I am sure that no one else is around.

A few kisses on his hand and I lead him into the direction of the trail that circles the lake.

It’s only about 40 feet into the trail that the trees cover izmit escort the path enough for us to find a little spot for some activities… It’s quick and intense at first, the way he grabs ahold of me and holds me to him for kissing and he easily lifts me of the ground and puts me against a tree. The bark of the aspen hurts my back but it’s strong enough to hold me in place. My lover puts his hand up my skirt to find that I’m not wearing any panties and that I’ve shaved and trimmed the area just for him to have a nice smooth pussy to play with. He starts finger fucking me to get me ready and I can barely stand it for long before I start cumming all over his hand. He then lets me fall to my knees, and commands me to suck his cock, which I am eager to do because it’s been so long since I’ve had that thick cock in my mouth. I think about all the things I know he likes and I try to deep throat his cock until it starts to gag and choke me. I pull his cock out and slowly lick the tip and try to get it as wet as I can with my saliva because I know I need this cock ready to fuck me soon. But I let him face fuck me first, with his hands at the back of my head,

Until finally, my favorite part comes. He makes me stand up and turns me around and makes kocaeli escort me touch my feet to bend me over and lift my skirt so he can fuck me from behind. I am able to brace myself against the same tree as before and he only dropped his pants to his ankles. He slowly slides his thick cock inside of me and I can’t help but to gasp and cry out in pleasure. With both of his hands on my hips as he starts thrusting into me.

“Harder” escapes my mouth as I grunt and moan with each pounding thrust.

He can barely hang on, but I beg him to “fuck me harder” and “more” and “don’t stop”.

It’s only when he finally pushes his thumb into my asshole that I really lose all sense of life outside of that precious moment and I really cum so hard that I start shaking from it and my leg starts twitching.

He keeps fucking me until he can tell that I’ve cum three or four times by now. So he pulls out to let me finish him off with my mouth. So I can drink his hot salty cum that I so enjoy the flavor of.

Afterwards, we stand there catching our breath for a moment. He pulls up his pants but I feel cum running down my legs a bit under my skirt. We embrace in a long squishy hug, and start talking again about the beauty of Alaska and the mountains. Also the chances of running into bears. We walk around the rest of the lake, hand in hand. Me smiling from ear to ear. I never want to let go of this man. I’m completely enraptured by his entire being.

If only he felt the same.

Blackmailing Mom

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I zoomed in on the mailman’s ass as he drove his cock into my mother’s pussy. “Open your legs, you son-of-a-bitch,” I whispered. “I want a shot of your cock stuffed in her.” He spread them wide to give me a perfect view of his balls bouncing off of her ass. It was as though he sensed that someone was watching and he wanted to show off his family jewels.

I was home for the summer after my first year in college. The camcorder that I was using to document my mother’s sluthood was a reward from her and my father for making the Dean’s list. I was spying on her from the tree house that my father and I had built when I was only ten years old. Actually, he did the building and I did the fetching. I had spent many happy hours in the cozy shack watching birds or star-gazing through my telescope. The shack was only a dozen feet from my parent’s second-floor bedroom. I always hoped for a glimpse of Mom in the nude or of her and Dad fucking, but they were very careful about closing the drapes. With me away at college, Mom had apparently gotten careless about that.

The mailman groaned so loudly that I heard him through the closed window. He pulled his cock out and sandwiched it between their grinding bellies. His butt-cheeks clamped so tightly together that the two round balls merged into one. Each time his ass clenched, I knew another burst of cum was soiling Mom’s belly. I pumped my cock hard and shot my load against the plywood wall in front of me. As the mailman jumped into his clothes, I zoomed in to get a shot of Mom dipping her fingers in the puddle of fresh spunk and licking it off as though it were chocolate.

Back in my room, I pushed the tape into the VCR and settled back for a jack-off session. In those days, I needed three a day to maintain my sanity. Thanks to Mom, I had a nice collection of jack-off tapes of her with more than one mailman, a TV repairman, a plumber, and several neighbors. As I stroked my cock, it occurred to me that there was a better use for them. I wanted to do to her what I had seen so many others do – drive my cock into her again and again until she screamed. With my cock doing my thinking for me, I decided that I could use the tapes to blackmail her into having sex with me. It was worth a try.

When I had left for college, Mom had been a dowdy, pudgy housewife with few interests outside of the kitchen and church. When I returned home, I discovered a transformed woman. Mom had lost weight, switched to a fashionable hairstyle, bought trendy clothes, and learned how to apply makeup. In other words, my Mom had become a babe. If my father even noticed, he didn’t seem to care. He was so immersed in his work that nothing else mattered to him. If he didn’t want her, I did. I began to have sexual fantasies about fucking her.

I devised a daring plan. Even though I risked getting kicked out of the house, I felt compelled to go through with it. I waited for a day when Mom went shopping, then I stripped and went to the livingroom, put the mailman tape in the VCR and sat back to hand-whittle my woody while I waited for her return.

The adrenaline began coursing through my bloodstream as her car pulled into the driveway and she came in through the kitchen door. I waited patiently for her to come in to watch her favorite soaps. “Oh, my God, what are you doing, Mike?” she asked. “Can’t you masturbate in your own room?” Then she saw what was playing on the TV. I smiled at her and continued stroking my eight-inch cock. Clever woman that she was, she figured out my scheme very quickly.

“Oh, I get it,” she said. Her pearly white teeth glistened between her bright red lips. “I’ve known since the first day you came home from college that you want to bang me. It’s so obvious by the way you persistently try to look down my cleavage or up my dress. You taped the mailman fucking me and you think you izmit rus escort can use it to blackmail me into having sex with you. Well, young man, your little plan is going to backfire on you. Your father knows about my affairs and doesn’t care as long as I’m discrete. If you had come to me like a man and told me what you wanted, I would have given it to you. Anyway, sooner or later, I probably would have come to you to try out your big cock. As punishment for your conniving, you will have to jack off in front of me one-hundred times before you get any pussy.”

“Oh, Mom, that’s not fair. Think about all of the good fucking you’ll be missing out on. Think about all of that tasty spunk going to waste.”

“So you think spunk is tasty, huh? In that case I’ll give you a chance to find out. It won’t go to waste. You will drink it, every drop.”

Mom went to the kitchen and returned with a water glass. “Catch it in this and make sure you get it all. Go ahead. The sooner you get started the sooner you’ll get this.” She hoisted her dress and pulled down her panties to give me a brief glimpse of her beaver. My cock lurched in my hand.

She sat on the couch and ordered me to stand in front of her. “Mom, please take off your clothes so I have something to jack off to. I’m dying to see your big tits up close. Please.”

“No, as part of your punishment, I will deprive you of the pleasure of seeing me naked. And don’t think you’re going to make any more tapes of me. From now on, I’ll be sure to keep my drapes drawn when I’m getting fucked. Now get on with it. Prove your manhood.”

Once I got started, I was glad that Mom was forcing me to jack off for her entertainment. I suppose that I had always wanted her to catch me in the act. Beating my meat in front of her gave me the biggest rush that I had ever had. But her frown tipped me off that she was not as pleased as I was. “I don’t want you to play with it. Stop slapping it around and get down to business. I want to see cum shooting out of that fucker within one minute, young man.”

Mom’s frown was replaced with a broad smile as I fisted my shaft so hard my bicep bulged. “Here it comes, Mom, a customized cum-shot just for you. OH, FUCK, I’M CUMMING! AAAARRRRGGGG!” Mom leaned forward for a better look as my lotion painted the sides of the glass white. I don’t think I’ve ever shot a bigger load. Mom took the glass from me and grinned down into it.

“That’s a juicy one,” she said, as she returned it to me. “All right, the quicker you drink it the easier it will be. It will go down smoother if you drink it while you’re still a little horny.”

I brought the glass to my lips and tilted it up until the watery fluid ran into my mouth. I was surprised to discover that it was bland rather than bitter or salty as I expected. “Do you think it’s tasty now?” Mom asked. “It’s delicious, Mom,” I lied. “Thank you for making me drink it.”

“I’ve already taught you something. I’m going to have a good time educating you. Over the past year, I’ve learned a lot about sex. It will be fun passing my knowledge on to you.”

Mom confiscated the tape from the VCR and found the others while searching my room. She even found my pornography collection. She laughed when she held up my treasured copies of “Ass-masters”. “I have a feeling that I’m going to get very horny looking at these. Don’t worry, Mike. You’ll get them all back after you’ve taken your punishment. In the meantime, you will just have to use your imagination when you jack off.”

I laid back on my bed and played a few of my favorite mother-fucking fantasies in my mind. With my balls working overtime, I soon produced enough spunk to jack off for her again. Stark naked, I whacked off in the kitchen while she peeled potatoes. When I was finished, she jotted down a tally mark on a small notepad izmit escort and hid it away so I couldn’t tamper with it. Once the ice was broken, I really enjoyed jacking off for Mom’s entertainment. By jacking off two or three times a day, I worked off my punishment in just six weeks.

I shot and drank my one-hundredth load one morning. When I was finished, Mom said, “Come to my room at eight tonight. Take a hot, soapy bath first. Be sure to bring your camcorder. I want a tape of you losing your virginity. Looking at these will get you worked up again.” She handed me a box filled with my confiscated pornography. I spent the rest of the day watching her tapes and thumbing through my magazines. By the time I went to Mom’s room, my cock was like a steel rod.

My father was out of town on a business trip so we didn’t have to worry about getting caught. Mom was sprawled on the bed clad in a sexy black nightgown. When she moved, the hem fell back to reveal a black garter belt framing her pussy and black nylons clinging to her shapely gams. “Do I look like a whore?” she asked. “No, Mom, you look like a Playboy centerfold.”

I set the camera up on a tripod near the bed and pressed the record button. “Take off your robe and lay here beside me” she said. As I revealed my naked body and raging hard-on, she smiled and said, “It looks like you came prepared.” Mom’s soft hand gently caressed my cock and balls. She wiped away a strand of pre-cum with her thumb and licked it off. “I’ve never had one this big,” she said. “Your father has a gherkin, so you must get this from my side of the family. My father was hung like this.”

“Mom, what happened to you?” I asked. “You were meek and homely when I left for college. Now you’re like a porno queen.”

“Your father neglected my needs. Even when he did come to me for sex it wasn’t any good. He shoved his stubby cock into me a few times and let it shoot. I felt like a garbage disposal. He thinks fellatio and cunnilingus are disgusting, so we never went south. One morning I was laying in bed thinking about my life and how I was wasting it. I had just finished masturbating with my vibrator. I was sick of doing myself. I wanted real people to make me cum with their cocks and tongues. I couldn’t get what I wanted in the shape I was in, so I decided that I would reinvent myself.”

As she was finishing her story, I gave in to my temptation and went for her. I pulled the top of her nightgown down to reveal a plump tit. I wrapped my hand around it and began sucking on the nipple. I felt it swell against my palate. Pleased with my success on that nipple, I fished out the other one and gobbled it. I pushed her tits together and compared nipples. They were identical twins.

“I think we’ll start things off with a lesson in eating pussy,” she said. “Since I discovered how good it feels, it has become my favorite kind of sex. Having my own personal pussy-eater on call will make me feel like a queen.”

I moved lower until I was gawking at her brushed-up beaver. It smelled of sandalwood, one of my favorite scents. I had seen cunny performed in porno, so I knew there was a lot of tongue action involved. I started licking everything in search of her clitoris. The tender nub was hidden by her fluffy bush, but my tongue soon took out the fluff and left it exposed at the top of her slit.

“My clit is very sensitive. Run the tip of your tongue around it in small circles. Put most of your effort into that, but don’t neglect my other parts. A tongue shoved up either hole drives me mad.”

Mom began to whimper and pant. She ran her hand through my hair and, whenever I hit a sensitive spot, gave it a yank. The walls of her pussy began to sweat sex juice. Her big tits began to rise and fall more rapidly. She fondled her breasts and pulled on her nipples. I reached up and took over that pleasant kocaeli escort chore. “Oh, my God, I think, yes, yes, I think I’m cumming, YES, SUCK ME OFF, I’M CUMMING!” She grabbed my head and humped my mouth. Her thighs clamped down over my ears, shutting out her screams. I felt like a stud for making my mother cum on my very first attempt at eating pussy. It went on for a long time, and I was somewhat relieved when it ended. I had seen women behave like that in porno and thought it was just an act. After sucking Mom off, I wasn’t so sure.

“I’ll have to rest awhile before we continue,” she said. “You did a very good job and you will get even better with practice.” When she was rested, she straddled my legs and lifted my cock to her lips. “I was sure hoping you would suck it, Mom. I like watching women suck cock in porno. It’s my favorite.” She giggled like a schoolgirl. “Well, I’ve acquired a taste for it and for the sap. I’ve never sucked one this big. Let’s give it a try.”

The same soft, warm lips that had pecked me on the cheek a thousand times were sliding up and down my throbbing shaft. A thousand sexual fantasies hadn’t prepared me for the feel. Her mouth was warm, wet and slippery. She never took her eyes off of my face. I suppose she was using my facial expressions to judge her progress. As her soft lips caressed the sensitive band of nerves at the top of the shaft, I lost control. “Oh, no, oh, please, no. Look out, Mom. LOOK OUT, MOM! HERE IT COMES!” I came so hard she gagged. Her mouth got even slicker as it filled with spurt after spurt of hot cream. The ecstasy I felt as I watched my mother suck me off is indescribable. I didn’t even last a minute.

“Well, either I’m a very good cock-sucker, or you are very quick on the trigger,” she said. There was a note of concern in her voice. “Don’t feel too badly about it. Men often cum quick their first time. Just lay back and rest.”

“No, Mom, I don’t need a rest. I want to fuck you now. I want to give you a proper fucking and I think I can do it now.”

“Well, all right, come on then. You don’t have to worry about making me pregnant. I had myself fixed.”

She spread her legs and allowed me to mount her. My cock was drawn to her fuck-hole like iron to a magnet. “Oh, yes, that’s nice,” she whispered as I sank half of my pipe. She patiently trained me to fuck her. “I don’t like it straight in and out. It lacks imagination and reminds me of the way your father fucked me. Vary your strokes. I get my greatest pleasure when I don’t know what is coming next. Give me a deep poke and then a shallow one. Use your cock like a crowbar to pry my pussy, up, down and sideways. You’ll hit every nerve. Yes, now you’re getting the hang of it.”

Mom kept her hands pressed lightly to my ass to guide my movements. In the same way a horse interprets its rider’s wishes through the reins, I interpreted my mother’s wishes through her fingers. “Oh, yes, you may be my best fucker yet,” she said. My chest swelled with pride. I bunched her tits together and pressed it down on them to hold them in place.

“Okay, you can pick up speed now,” she said. “Harder and faster now. I’m coming down the homestretch. That’s it, faster! Ride me faster! Oh, yeah, that’s it!” My cock slid in more easily as she lubricated. As I revved up to two strokes per second, she dug her fingernails into my ass. “YES, THAT’S IT! UHU..UHU..UHU..UHU..I’M CUMMING!” Her screams made my ears ring. “OH, GOD, ANOTHER ONE!” Our bellies slapped together as she lunged up to meet my thrusts. The thrusting ended as I strained to shoot my load deep inside her. When it was all over, I felt the way I did after jogging a mile – tired but proud of my accomplishment. After I caught my breath, I said, “See what you missed by making me jack off? You could have had a hundred fucks like that one.” She gave me a playful punch on the arm.

I transferred to a nearby college so I could come home on weekends to fuck my insatiable mother. I think my father eventually caught on, but he didn’t seem to care. I think he was pleased that I was doing his duty for him.

Affair with an Older Man

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This is my personal story which started when I decided to enter my Labrador puppy into Championship shows and my encounter with an older, charismatic mentor. I am 25 this year and graduated from college 3 years back. I was a contracted model when I was in college and upon graduation with a Bsc in Math, I set up a small education centre where I specialize in teaching the subject to high school students. It has been my job since.

Thanks to everyone who has given me comments and voted. I appreciate it so much! Please do vote and give me comments so I know how to improve the writing of my story. It’s my first time writing but I will really love to share my journey of showing my dog (and my moments with him) with everyone, hence I’ve tried to improve the flow to it. The series of happenings remain exactly the same as what happened in my life.

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“Hi Elisa, welcome in,” Cliff gave me a warm smile as he opened his gate.

I returned his smile and nodded as I entered his bungalow. His house was huge with a beautiful garden and there was a swimming pool. I was there because I was going to choose a Labrador puppy from him.

According to a breeder friend, Cliff just had a litter of puppies and the father of the litter was an excellent show dog that wins regularly at national dog shows.

Cliff was in his mid forties. He was not exactly what you would call handsome and he was not very tall too. He was however, charismatic and diplomatic. He gave off a comfortable aura and was charming with his words. Probably his kind of self assurance came with age, but I find myself drawn to it the moment we met. Perhaps his wealth helped. He was a successful man and I was also impressed by his 2 supercars parked outside his bungalow.

“I’ll bring Passion out and show you,” Cliff said. Passion was his show winning Labrador. He got his helper, Fitri to release his dog from its kennel in his backyard.

Though this happened a year back, I remembered that it was a Friday evening and his beautiful Labrador’s fur shone as it raced wildly up and down his garden. My heart skipped a beat.

“An excellent show dog is one that is free spirited,” Cliff went on to say as he gazed proudly at Passion.

I smiled broadly, “He is so beautiful. I am in awe.”

He nodded and thanked me as he put a leash on Passion and brought it towards me. I gave it an uncertain pet, hoping that it would not knock me down. It was certainly a large dog. All of a sudden, it nudged me hard at my crotch. I must have on a weird expression because Cliff tried to hide a smile.

It was awkward for a moment but that did not minimize the beauty of the sunset that day. The sky was bathed in a rich golden, just like the shade of his galloping Labrador. By the time Cliff brought me into his house izmit escort to show me his puppies, my heart was already sold.

He took out 3 chubby looking puppies. “This is Passion’s second litter.” He pointed to 2 very adorable puppies and highlighted their individual strengths.

I was squealing with excitement as the puppies clamored over me and licked my hands. After a long decision, I chose the largest female puppy. I named her Joy. And it was because of Joy, Cliff started to mentor me in her National dog shows. It was an exhilarating journey thus far. I enjoyed training Joy and the time spent with him.

As our friendship deepened, he suggested spending some weekends at his place to train our dogs together.

One Sunday morning after the training, Cliff invited me for brunch together. He strode off to his convertible and he drove. I did not say anything when he decided to place his hand on my thigh while we were in his car. My heart was beating so fast that I was almost afraid that he would hear it. Then he started to caress my inner thigh.

“You’re very upfront, “I muttered as I lowered my head.

He turned to study my expression and grinned after he noticed my embarrassment, “Don’t you like it?”

My face flushed in a crimson shade instantaneously, “Go away.” I lowered my head. My neck was heating up.

“You’re blushing,” he laughed. After a moment of hesitation, he went on quietly, “My sons have gone out today.” Then he reached for my hand and rubbed it in a circular motion, “You’re an attractive girl. I find myself very attracted to you.”

The ride to brunch was a quiet one after his sudden confession. After our meal, but mainly because of the champagne, our ride back to his house was a total contrast. Maybe the drink removed all inhibitions in me, or maybe my desire was getting the better of me.

Cliff said he was going to show me his show awards in his room. I went along with it. He gave me a strange smile before he locked his bedroom door.

“You locked the door?” I quizzed, half drunk and getting giddier by the seconds. I was a poor drinker but I was not regretting the drink. We likely lusted for each other as much but that, I cannot show it. He had to think it was him who wanted the sex.

“Yea, the awards are all my precious stuff. What if it gets stolen?” He replied as he led me to his cabinet full of his dog show trophies. I was too dizzy to reply to his rather senseless answer. I highly doubt that the only two other people in his house – Fitri and I would be interested to steal his trophies. If it were his heart, I cannot indicate my lack of interest then.

Distracted by that thought, I stumbled over something on the carpet and Cliff laughed, sensing my drunken state. He held onto my hand and slipped his hands izmit escort bayan around my waist.

He was a beast. The moment I slumped onto his bed from my lack of balance, head spinning hard from the alcohol, he pushed me down. I could feel his muscular body pressing hard on me as he gave me hard kisses on my lips and down my neck.

“I want you so bad, Elisa,” he groaned. I could feel his hard on against my leg as he assaulted my mouth once again, this time sticking his tongue all in.

Then he grabbed me like a ragdoll so that I was sitting up and he began removing my blouse and unclasping my bra. He threw them carelessly to a corner of his bed.

I protested gently by pushing my hands against his chest, pouting teasingly, “No, Cliff. You’re really a beast.”

He did not smile this time. He gave me a serious face and replied, “I am.”

Then he pushed me down on his bed again and sucked on my nipple greedily. His tongue rolled over it teasingly and I moaned. I was getting really wet.

“Such nice pink tits,” he muttered before going on to assault my other tit, running his teasing fingers roughly over it.

The physical pleasure was a numbing one because of the alcohol. But the lust I had for him was blowing my mind and the intense pleasure I felt was overriding all my senses. The feeling that I was the sole object of his hot-blooded desire was exhilarating and a complete turn on.

He unbuckled my shorts, tearing off my lacy panties together with it. “You’re shaven, how nice.” He ran a finger down my slit, causing my hips to buckle at the crave of his touch. He parted my legs, forcefully pushing them further apart and dived between them to give my pussy a good licking. I was drenched by then and he made it worse. Each time his tongue flicked over my clit, I moaned. Pleasure was shooting up the nerves in my spine and spreading all over my pussy.

“This is so good, Cliff…” I cried out.

He grinned, “I can always give you more. You are so wet, horny girl.”

I made a sound in protest but that only excited him further. He increased the speed of his licking over my clit, even sticking his tongue into my vagina. My head was spinning in pleasure and I was about to cum. He stopped.

“Touch yourself. Show me,” he ordered.

“What?” I was in a daze after all the insane amount of sexual pleasure.

“Touch yourself. I want to watch you pleasure yourself.” He repeated.

I blushed but obeyed him. Sliding my finger into my slit, I rubbed myself vigorously, paying extra attention to my pleasure button. My fingers went over it vigorously in a circular motion. I cried out in ecstasy each time it got even more intense, putting me close to the edge of an explosive orgasm. “I’m going to cum,” I told izmit sınırsız escort him.

He pushed my fingers away and went down to lick my pussy, his tongue going in circular motions over my clit. Waves and waves of pleasure swept all over me as I moaned shamelessly as I orgasm, hard and furious.

I was panting, eyes shut when I felt his member pushing hard at my lips. He told me to open up my lips to pleasure him well. I licked my lips and teasingly replied, “Yes Sir, I will.”

“You’re a very naughty girl,” he said as he pinched my tit. I felt a thrill at being that dirty girl sucking hard at his dick, causing him to moan with desire and pleasure. I rolled my tongue over the head of his cock and he spasm a little. In and out, up and down I sucked vigorously, like the little sex doll he wanted me to be for him that day.

Then I got up and told him to sit up. He was surprised. I gave him a wicked smile and I propped some pillows against his back. Leaning in, I started licking softly over his ears, his ear lobes while blowing gently against them. Then I moved to his neck and did the same, this time harder pausing to suck gently once in a while.

“Oh my god… How do you know all of this… You are such a good girl…” He exclaimed, trailing off while I licked all the way from his nipples down to his cock.

Then I proceeded to suck on his cock, wrapping my pretty little mouth over it. His face was flushed and he had intense desire for me. “I really want to fuck you.” He pushed me down gently on the bed this time.

Giving me a slightly embarrassed smile, he went on, “I know I am a lot older than you… If you are ok with me fucking you?” I could see he was both self conscious and nervous at that time but his eyes were teeming with lust.

“Come and get it then,” I whispered as my eyes locked into his. He groaned. With a punishing shove, I felt his cock pushed hard into my pussy. He went in and out of me. It was minutes before he started groaning even more loudly, “I am going to cum.”

Then a feeling of wetness and warmth came into me as he poured his cum juice all inside of me. He pumped hard and furious and gave me a wicked smile, “I want to make sure all of my cum gets deep inside you, my little slut.”

“Do it, don’t waste it,” I moaned back.

When he was finally done, we collapsed into a heap on his bed, naked and slept. It was not until evening that we awoke. I bumped into his younger son while I was going to fetch Joy from the backyard and he gave me a strange look. I left quickly with my dog. My mind was in a swirl.

Cliff bid me farewell as I tucked Joy into the backseat of my car. “I hope I can win this coming dog show in December.”

“With such great skills in bed, I’ll make sure you can win.”He replied playfully with a laugh.

I protested with a pout.

“Text me when you’re safely home,” he added. I smiled and nodded, started my engine and left for home. I had started with just the desire of Joy’s championship but now I think, I wanted more than that.

Jenny and Carrie Ch. 02

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WEDDING DAY

When they all were dressed and it all was ready, one thing was for sure. Leslie had really outdone herself with the dresses and the guys’ tuxes. Their wedding was to begin at 12 noon sharp, and was held in the big Baptist church in Pacific Heights.

When the organist started playing, Todd was the first out leading Leslie down the aisle, they were followed by Jon leading Katherine, Jenny leading Ross, and Carrie leading Claude. They all traded their vows and their rings, and as they shared their first kisses as married couples, Tobias read his poem. After that was finished, all four were greeted and congratulated by the whole family. Then they ran out to the limo being pelted with rice, where they were taken to the Fairmount for the reception.

By 7, those 4 newlyweds were packed and met over at Ross’, all ready to leave. Jenny, Carrie, Jon and Todd were already at Victoria’s, so the 2 women got into the car while their husbands made sure the house was secure.

They finally arrived in Menton at 7:30 Wednesday morning; Charles was there to get them. He helped Ross and Claude load the limo’s trunk with their luggage. Then he drove them to the Villa, it went without saying, that those 4 were very happy even hamper by jetlag. Once all arrived, they all unpacked, and both ladies changed into shorts and tops. Then they both entered the kitchen, where Sylvie had their breakfast ready.

“Well hello dear Katherine, hun I must say you look a lot happier that the last time you all were here. I was very happy for the 4 of you when Victoria called and told me the news. But dear, I was happiest for none more than you. I’m very glad and happy to finally get to see you like this. You each deserve this.” Sylvie told Katherine and hugged her.

“Yes you are right I’m very happy, and by the same token so are all 4 of the children. Hun, I’d like you to meet my sister. This is Leslie Flemming, Les dear this is Sylvie.” To which those two women greeted and hugged happily just as the men entered.

“Well I can tell we all are acquainted. ” Ross said and kissed Katherine on her cheek. To this she turned around and embraced him. To this display, Leslie cleared her throat.

“Alright you 2 there is enough time for all of that.” She laughed. “Just like that old saying goes: ‘It’s rude to make a public display of your emotions.'” To which Both Katherine and Ross laughed too.

“Ok. I’ll do my best to refrain from it.”

“I hope not!” Ross said with a bright smile. They all calmed down and ate, and then Claude suggested that they all needed to call Victoria and let her know they had arrived safely. So they all walked to the den where a speakerphone was and called home.

“Hello?” It was Tobias who answered.

“Hi Tobias, we all made it safe and sound.” Ross told him.

“Great! So how does it feel to finally be happily married?”

“Perfect! We all very much love this.” Both women told him.

“Well I’m glad to hear it. And god knows you each deserve it too. Well dears, enjoy yourselves, here is Victoria. I’ll see you when you return home.”

“Ok talk to you then.”

“Hello, how are my two new families doing today?” Victoria asked the, to which they all replied that each of them were extremely happy. That neither of them could imagine it any better. Those five sat and talked for a while.

“So how are our 4 young adults doing?” Katherine asked Victoria.

“Dears all 4 are very happy. So much so that none of them could stop talking about it. Both of your daughters are really starting to bond very closely together. They both are just like a close set of sisters already.” She told Katherine and Ross. Hearing this make Katherine smile very happily and brightly.

“Now that is really wonderful. What else is happening there?” Ross asked.

“Only one other important thing Ross dear, and this should be of great interest to all of you. Melanie has put your house up for sale, and she and her tennis champ have moved to New York. She told the real estate company to send her the money there. She also packed all of your, Carrie’s and Jon’s things in storage and brought the keys here.” Victoria explained.

“Damn! I wish I knew she was planning to do that. I could have bought it back for us, because I know it would have been perfect for all of us.” Ross said.

“Then I was right. I felt that was how you would feel. So, dear, I took the liberty and I bought it back for you all. So, dear Ross, don’t worry, hun that’s all taken care of. You each enjoy your honeymoons and we will see you when you each get back. We all love you each.”

“Thank you. And you know we each love you all too.” They said and hung up. Those 4 sat in the den talking until they each were so sleepy, that they were about to fall asleep right there. So, they all hugged and went to their rooms and fell into their beds.

Katherine woke up in the mid afternoon on Thursday. She sat up slowly and stretched, then she looked beside her, she was of course all smiles. Katherine beylikdüzü escort eased up and got into her robe, deciding to let Ross sleep. She quietly exited her room, heading for the kitchen and some coffee. Just as she saw Leslie come out of her room, both hugged and kissed. Then they walked to the kitchen, where they poured themselves some coffee and sat down at the table talking.

“How did you sleep last night sis dear?” Katherine asked Leslie.

“Well if you want to know hun, I slept like a baby actually snuggled up to Claude.” Leslie answered flashing her bright smile. Then Leslie asked Katherine the same question, and that’s where both realized that they both felt the same way. Then Sylvie entered the kitchen to find them talking, and she greeted them. They asked her to get some coffee and join them, so she did just that.

“Well dears how did you each sleep? That is if either of you got any?” She laughed.

“Well dear, all we each did was sleep. We have plenty of time of all the rest.” Katherine answered laughing. Those 3 women sat talking for another hour, before the men finally got up and joined them in the kitchen. Where they hugged and kissed their wives and got some coffee and sat down with them. Once they did, Sylvie got up, and told each to have fun, and that she had things to get done.

“So what would you ladies like to do today?”

“How about heading over to the ‘swimming hole’? Katherine asked. To which everyone agreed, and Leslie told Katherine that they did need to work on their tans. Then Leslie thought of something.

“Hey, wait a minute, we didn’t bring our bikinis.” To this the other three just stared at her all smiling. “Oh I get it now. ‘No clothes needed’.” She laughed.

So for the rest of their honeymoons, Ross and Katherine showed off Niece, Menton, Paris, London and Monte Carlo to Leslie and Claude. But the majority of their time was spent at the ‘swimming hole’ all swimming, tanning, and even making love on the bank. As both Katherine and Ross had told them, Leslie and Claude noticed that the place was so secluded, that no one was within miles of the place so they felt safe. By the time the honeymoons were over, both Katherine and Leslie had all over deep dark tans.

They left Menton the next day, headed back for San Francisco and home. Which all four arrived happily back home at 3:36 on the 23rd, and after the men loaded the car. They headed back for Berkley and Ross’. Where they dropped off their luggage, and while Claude and Leslie loaded their car, Ross and Katherine put theirs in the house. Then all headed for Pacific Heights and Victoria’s. Where Tobias let them in, where her exchanged hugs with both women, and handshakes with Ross and Claude. Then he led them into the den where Victoria was waiting for them. She got up and greeted each and then they sat down.

“Well dears how did you each enjoy the honeymoons?”

“I’d have to say, we couldn’t imagine them going any better than they did. We each seemed to have the time of our lives.” Ross told her.

“I’m very glad to hear it. I must say that it appears that you ladies must have spent a lot of the time sunbathing. And dears it looks very stunning on the both of you. I also bet, that both of you could guess that both Jenny and Carrie are going to be very envious of you both.” Victoria laughed. Tobias left for the playroom to get the children, which in no time all four were all over the four adults, after they had hugged and kissed each, both girls were in total shock looking at both Katherine and Leslie.

“Good grief! You both are so dark. I hate to admit this but both of your tans look wonderful.” Jenny sighed.

“You are not kidding, we both are very jealous of you both.” Carrie added.

“Thank you girls, we both are glad you like them.” Leslie told them.

“Well dear, I haven’t told any of them about the big surprise you both have. Because I knew it would be better coming from their parents.” Katherine told Katherine and Ross, who shook their heads both smiling. As she told this, all four children were looking at their parents expectantly.

“What secret?’ Both Jenny and Carrie asked together. So both Katherine and Ross told each about Melanie moving away and had put the house up for sale. And then explained to them, that their great grandmother had found out about what was going on and had bought it back for them.

“So dears, we now have our house back, and now Jenny and Todd will have the space and a house to live in again. Carrie you and Jon are going to stay at your school, and now you have your brother and sister to show around and help each get settled in. Jenny you and Todd will both love this school. Not to mention that you will also have rooms big enough for you. Both you sisters will share a room and will you brothers. Dears, just wait until you both see this house, it a lot bigger than either of you can imagine.” Ross explained to the children. Then he looked to both Leslie and Claude.” Now I have a question for the both of you.”

“Yes?” escort beylikdüzü Leslie asked. To this, Claude knew what Ross was going to ask.

“Well since this house is about the size of a full mansion with enough room for 5 families would you both like to live there with us?” Ross explained in detail everything to Leslie. “This way while we both are at work both Katherine and Leslie would be together like they were earlier in their lives.” To his surprise both Katherine and Leslie were laughing.

“What’s so funny to you ladies?” Claude asked.

“Well dear this was what the both of us were talking about that day, about this same idea.”

Yes. We wanted to see if we all could find a house big enough for us to share.” Leslie finished.

“Alright! This will turn into a very big family.” Both girls stated happily.

“But sis, you still have to work at Health’s.”

“Well sister dear. Claude and I have been talking about this a great deal. We both decided that I should go ahead and resign. That way we can start on a family of our own. I had already decided for myself that when I finally got pregnant I wouldn’t try and stay there. Because I knew in my heart, that I would want to spend all that time with each and both my child and Claude. So, this plan here makes it even more special for me, knowing that we are living together, and I’ll have you there if I need help.” Leslie explained very happily. They all sat around and talked for a few more hours, then got their kids’ things and said goodbye to Victoria and Tobias, then headed for their homes.

From November 27th through the 12th of December, was spent getting everyone moved into the Tiburon Hills house. Once everything was moved in, Ross and Claude went back to work, and the kids were back in school, which left both Katherine and Leslie to set up and put their house together. Every night all the rest chipped in and did their share. This took another week to finish, once done they each spent getting back to their normal lives. All 8 made it through the holidays very happy and filled with joy.

On Monday February 16th, Leslie had noticed that her period was late by a few weeks. So, she told this bit of news to Katherine, who in turn told Leslie that hers was also weeks late also. So they both decide to call Linda and tell her. Linda hearing this made an appointment for her sisters later that day.

Linda ran both through all the tests, then let her sisters sit in her office while she got their results. Which took 2 hours, and then Linda entered the office and sat in her chair behind her desk.

“Well? What’s the news sis?” Katherine asked her.

“Well dears… you both are pregnant! ” Linda told each happily. To this news both Katherine and Leslie were hugging each other crying in joy.

“Les hun, you are 3 weeks in and dear Kathy you are 2 weeks in.”

“Thanks sis. We both really appreciate this. This is great news for the both of us.” Leslie said through her tears of joy. Linda told both that she knew it was, and then she instructed her sisters, that they needed to take very good care of themselves. And that she wanted to see both each month to check up on their progress.

“Sisters I’ll make you both an appointment for March 15th at 8 am.” Both Katherine and Leslie agreed, then those 3 sisters hugged and kissed and Katherine and Leslie headed for home.

When they got home, both sat on the couch and decided to call their husbands and tell each the news.

“Hello? This is the Hayward Corporation, Ross Hayward’s office. How may I help you?”

“Hi Janice, this is Katherine dear. Is Ross there?”

“Sure Mrs. Hayward, hold please.” So, Katherine had to sit there and listen to elevator music. Then Ross picked up.

“Hi there dear Katherine, How is everything? And what did Linda have to say?”

“Well dear you had better hold onto your seat for this. Are you ready?”

“Sure dear. What’s up?”

“Well I’m 2 weeks pregnant! But that’s not the biggest news and that is Les is also pregnant! She is 3 weeks in.”

“Wow! That is fantastic dear. This will certainly be an adventure. Well hun, I have to go now, I have a meeting so I’ll see you when I get home. I love you.” Ross told her.

“Ok dear, have a good meeting. I love you.” Then she hung up, and passed the phone to Leslie. Leslie called hoping to catch Claude at the office, but found out he was still over at the courthouse. His secretary Paula told Leslie, that she had no idea when he’d be back. But said she would have him call home when he got back. Leslie thanked her and hung up. So she and Katherine sat and talked for a few hours and watched a soap opera on TV. It was around noon when Claude called her back, where she told him that she and Katherine were both pregnant. He was very excited and happy for both of them, they talked for a few more minutes and he had to leave. Both traded ‘I love yous’ and hung up.

“Well dear sister, get ready for a very wonderful ride through your very beylikduzu escort first pregnancy.” Katherine told Leslie smiling.

“Ok sis, I know that you have got to know by now that I’m starting to get nervous about this. Please tell me all I should expect here. I’m very glad we both are in this together, because I’ll have you here to help me through this.” So, Katherine started to relay to Leslie all she could remember about both of her times being pregnant. When Katherine finished tell all she could remember, she thought for a minute.

“Look dear I have an idea. Let’s call Linda, to see if by chance she knows of any classes we can take. Because I think I really need a refresher course, seeing it’s been over 10 years since I’m been pregnant.”

“Now that sounds very wise sis.” Leslie agreed. So, Katherine reached over and called their sister’s office. When the receptionist answered she introduced herself and asked if Linda was there. So, she waited 5 minutes before Linda answered.

“Hi Kathy dear, what’s up sis?” To this both Katherine and Leslie relayed their conversation to their sister. Then they asked if she knew of a great class they could join, both saying it would help each out a lot.

“We can’t lie here, we both are a little nervous.” To this Linda told them that yes she did know of a perfect class. But also told each that if they wanted, she could do for them what they did in class. Also that she wanted to help her sisters in any way she could.

“This dear sisters, will be a joyous experience for the both of you. And I’ll make sure of that fact. Look dears I’ll come over tonight and start a class of our own when that time comes, we will have you both prepped and very ready.” Linda explained.

“That sounds like great plan to us. I do know we both feel and would be less nervous; know that you will be around to help us out. Thanks sis, we both will see you tonight then.” Then both hung up.

“That really does help a lot. Knowing that she is going to be there for us and to help us all the way through our pregnancies” Leslie said just as the front door opened, and both Jenny and Carrie entered from their day at school. Both girls sat their books and purses down in a chair, and went over and greeted the women.

“Well, how was your school gay today ladies?” Katherine asked them. “And where are your brothers?’

“School was a lot of fun. Dad was right, I do love it there.” Jenny told her mother.

“And our brothers joined the baseball team today, so they both are at practice.” Carrie answered. “What happened today? Both of you look very happy.”

“Well dears we have some big news for the 4 of you. To which your dad and Claude already know.” Leslie told them.

“Well? What’s up?” They asked again.

“Well dear ladies. We both are pregnant!” Both women squealed happily.

“Alright, that’s beautiful. We will help in any way we both can.” Jenny told them.

“Absolutely!” Carrie happily agreed.” Good grief we’re going to have some more brothers or sisters soon.”

“Mom, you know that you still have to finish your jewelry for Xavier’s and Metler’s.” Jenny reminded Katherine.

“Thank you Jen dear, I had forgot.” Katherine said as the phone rang.

“Hello?” She asked.

“Hello. May I please speak with Mrs. Katherine Hayward please?”

“This is she. Whom may I ask is this?”

“Mrs. Hayward, this is Steve Johnson with Saks Fifth Ave, jewelry department. I have seen some of your fantastic jewelry in some other stores. I’d been trying to set up an appointment to see if we could sell them here also. I’d like to see any pieces you have done, and even sketches of ones that are going to be made.”

“Sure we can tomorrow or whenever you have time.”

“Tomorrow’s fine. Say around 9 or 9:30?” He asked.

“That’s fine, I’ll be there. Thanks for calling.” Katherine said and hung up. The other 3 could really tell she was in heaven.

“Well sisters dear who was that?” Leslie asked her.

“You’ll never believe it. Sis that was Saks, they want to sell my jewelry also.” Katherine told them happily.

“Now that’s perfect! Xavier’s, Metler’s, and now add Saks, plus those 3 small stores. Mom, if you give it time, there will be more.” Jenny said and hugged her mother.

Later that night at dinner, she told Ross about the call and her appointment. The Katherine and Leslie got into a conversation. Where she came up with a brilliant idea and she wanted to see if Leslie wanted to help.

“Sis dear, would you like to help me with my jewelry?”

“Sure sis, I’d love to help all I can. But, I don’t know how much I can help, seeing I don’t know enough about jewelry design.” Leslie answered. To this Katherine told her that she would help teach Leslie how, and it shouldn’t that long before Leslie could mater it. Leslie loved that idea, and the thought of designing jewelry. Then Katherine looked over at her daughters and asked if they wanted to help also.

“We both would be honored to help.” Both Jenny and Carrie said.

At 8 that night, Linda showed up, and Katherine and Leslie led her into the living room, and Jenny and Carrie decided to follow. Which left the guys top clean up the kitchen, and then they retired to the den and watched a baseball game.

Bacchanal Ch. 02

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Chapter 2: This Is Why You Came Here

Eventually I wandered out of the kitchen to see what else was going on. The girl suspended from the ceiling had been replaced with a guy who had been bent over and bound to a wooden horse; he was currently being spitroasted by two strapping young men, but there were several other people watching and waiting, including a woman sporting a glistening dildo that looked like it was never meant to fit into any human orifice.

The dogpile was still in full swing, and while I wasn’t quite back to fighting strength, I saw several girls who were occupied with sucking and/or eating, but had no one to return the favor. I wasn’t sure what proper orgy etiquette was, so, choosing one at random, I bent down where she was enthusiastically licking and fingering another cunt.

“Excuse me,” I said politely. “May I?”

She nodded, and I took my place behind her, the scent of her arousal making my mouth water. I ran my hands up the backs of her thighs, spreading her open for my tongue. I began with butterfly-light strokes along her pussy lips, working down but never quite touching her clit. Repeating my actions on the other side, I was rewarded with a muffled ooooooohhh and her legs spread wider, inviting me to turn my attentions to her deliciously wet nub. Instead, I licked along her slit, pushing my tongue inside her just enough to make her squirm before teasing my way up to her perineum, and from there, her delicate rosebud. beylikdüzü escort

I heard a faint MmmmoohhhhFUCK! from my anonymous little cunt, and took that as a sign to probe further, using my tongue to press into her sweet pucker. I slipped one finger into her wet pussy and explored until I found the rough, slightly spongy patch of her g-spot. She squealed as I rubbed my fingertip over the area, but never stopped her own ministrations on the girl beneath her.

At some point the girl she was eating must have cum, because she slithered out from under my girl, and her tongue joined mine. This prompted me to lay back and pull my girl—a long-haired honey-blonde—on top of me so I could continue fingering her pussy and finally giving her swollen clit the attention it deserved, while her partner (curvy, with a sleek raven bob) took over tongue-fucking her ass.

So engrossed had I gotten in pleasuring her that I didn’t even realize I was fully engorged again, until I felt a pair of lips slide over the head of my dick. I groaned in delight, then, to feel not one, but two mouths sucking and licking my shaft and balls. Instinctively I opened my legs further, giving them more room to work, and was surprised when someone grabbed my ankles and pulled them wider. I heard giggles and oohs, then grunted as a third mouth joined in, a wicked butterfly fluttering against the sensitive skin of my ass.

It was perfect—mouths sucking on my cock and balls, a warm, beylikduzu escort wet tongue flickering and probing at my tight sphincter. I wanted to watch what was being done to me, but as soon as the blonde had gotten up from my face, someone else had replaced her, leaving my vision blocked by the thighs and pussy surrounding me.

I cried out, then, more in shock than in pain, when something small and slick was pressed into my ass. Before I could protest, I heard a small click and felt a gentle buzzing inside me. “Fuck!” I gasped. Whoever was controlling the little device began moving it around, back and forth, in and out, sometimes leaving it halfway in, vibrating against the sensitive nerves of my anus; sometimes pushing it all the way in so it stimulated my prostate.

The mouths were gone, then, as the girls took turns bouncing up and down on my cock. The plug stayed, however, eventually moving faster and faster while the vibrations became more intense. I was babbling by then, strings of obscenities laced with pleas to be allowed to cum, all shouted against the cunt currently riding my face.

Finally, when I didn’t think I could take anymore, the mouths were back on me, sucking and licking like they’d never stopped, and my control came to an abrupt end. “JesusfuckingChristfuckYES!” I screamed as the pleasure tore through me, draining my balls in another eruption of warm, sticky cum. The plug was gently withdrawn and the girls licked me clean, then escort beylikdüzü drifted off (with a salty-sweet kiss from each of them) to find other playmates.

After two intense orgasms in the same day, I needed a rest, and stretched out on an unoccupied couch to watch more of the debauchery around me. As I was reflecting on the thorough and skillful fucking I’d just experienced, a burst of laughter drew my attention back to my surroundings.

A miniature bed had been set up in an alcove, and a girl with cotton candy pink pigtails was stretched out on it, her pink-and-black-striped stockinged legs spread wide, her ankles and wrists cuffed to the headboard. A group of men and women surrounded the bed, some of them taking turns delicately brushing feathers over her nipples, down her stomach, and of course up and down her glistening clit.

Even bound as she was, she was trying to move her hips in an attempt to gain more friction; the laughter I’d just heard had been at a particularly desperate try, coupled with a moan of pleasure—however long they’d been at the game, she was intensely aroused. The group, however, didn’t seem inclined to grant her release any time soon.

Intrigued, I wandered over and picked up a feather from a nearby table. There was no order to the turns being taken since the object was to tease, not to give any kind of relief. Very occasionally, someone would use a mouth or finger instead, stroking or licking or gently biting. I tickled her a few times—the sole of her foot, across the very top of her mound—before bending over and ever so lightly letting my warm breath blow across her clit. A strangled groan told me that might have brought her closer to the edge than I’d intended, so I backed away.