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(Author’s note: This story is an official entry in the 2013 Literotica Nude Day Contest. Gay male stories are not normally my forte, but the idea for this one was just too powerful to resist. As this is a contest entry, I encourage you to read all of the submissions and place your votes as honestly as possible. Enjoy the tale.)

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When the store was busy, it was a madhouse, with impatient and/or ignorant customers and their ridiculous “the-customer-is-always-right” demands. When it was slow, it was a ghost town replete with bad muzak and stale air. That particular Saturday was one of the latter. The only things missing were the tumbleweeds.

Michael perched above the counter with an elbow on the glossy fake marble and his chin in the palm of his hand. He watched the customers as they wandered through the isles of “America’s corner store,” amusing himself through speculation of what their lives were like.

For instance, upon seeing the very overweight woman in the daisy-print top and obscenely stretched blue cotton shorts, he envisioned her sitting upon a sofa handed down from grandma, eating cheese balls while watching an episode of Lizard Lick Towing. She just looked the type to him. Maybe she had a mechanic husband who obsessed over NASCAR. Or maybe her husband was the complete opposite of the stereotype and worked for the Geek Squad.

People watching had become an almost inevitable part of the job. With so much down time between orders, Michael had found diversion through speculation. Sometimes, he would see the smartly-dressed business types grabbing their favorite energy drink before heading to work and imagine them as being closet freaks with latex fetishes.

Maybe the tall, severe-looking redhead with the horn-rimmed glasses picking up a bottle of cheap wine was having an affair with her boss, while mister redhead was at home with their two kids. Maybe the pudgy little fake blonde with the pierced lip and tribal tattoo on the side of her neck sometimes gave it up on the Southside to whoever had the money.

In truth, he was sure the people he watched were just as mundane and unexciting as he was, living average lives and doing average things. But the speculation was fun. It kept his mind occupied.

“Um . . . ‘scuse me.”

Michael started at the sound of the voice. He had not realized he had zoned out, staring without seeing at the end cap display of “buy one, get one free” bags of potato chips. With an embarrassed smile, he straightened and smoothed down his shirt in an attempt to reclaim a sense of professionalism.

“How can I, uh . . .” he trailed off briefly as he took in the site of the young man before him. He was, simply put, gorgeous. Slender but not twink-skinny, with just enough obvious muscle definition to indicate an active life, the kid was beautiful. Chiseled features, a uniformly rich tan, glittering light green eyes beneath sandy hair, and soft, lush lips that could undoubtedly do amazing things to certain body parts, he was a terrestrial angel.

The young man waited, an innocently quizzical expression upon his face, for Michael to finish. With a self-admonishing clearing of his throat, Michael made the Herculean effort to banish the arousal that was already stirring in his groin.

“Sorry,” he said, a little too firmly. “What can I do for you?”

The young man blushed slightly as he realized the older, stocky gentleman behind the counter had been checking him out. A slightly sly smile stretched his sexy lips. “Um, well, I have some pictures that I’d kind’a like made into a photo album,” he said. “Like, professional quality.”

“You mean, a portfolio?” Michael suggested.

The kid brightened. “Yeah, something like that,” he confirmed, even as his cheeks began to blush. He leaned closer as he continued. “Except, um . . . well, what are your policies about, uh . . . .” he trailed off, leaning in closer still, and whispered something.

“What was that?” Michael asked.

The kid glanced around, then spoke a bit louder. “Nudity.”

Michael smiled. “I’m all for it, personally,” he answered flippantly.

The young man chuckled. “No I mean, in the pictures.”

Michael laughed. “I know what you meant,” he said. “Officially, unless they are very tastefully done, and there’s no objectionable content, we can’t handle anything that might be considered pornographic in nature.”

“Well, they’re not, like, sex pictures or anything,” he said. “I’m just not wearing any clothes in them, that’s all. Well, not much.”

The lift of one of Michael’s brows coincided with something much further south that was also rising up. “I think I’d have to see them, first, in order to make a, uh, professional decision.”

The young man shrugged. “Sure,” he said, producing a digital camera. He turned it on and waited for the small screen on the back to warm up.

“First things first,” Michael said. “You are at least eighteen years old, aren’t you?”

The kid frowned with a smirk. “Yeah, dude, I’m twenty.”

Michael’s smile returned çekmeköy escort quickly. “Nice.”

“Okay. Here, look,” prompted the kid, handing the camera over. Michael took it, leaning forward with it so they could both see the pictures.

The first showed the young man clad in a pair of long, loose-fitting nylon shorts and a simple white muscle shirt that clung to his slender yet well-defined frame. The background was a fenced-in yard. Subsequent shots had him pulling up the shirt, then taking it off completely, revealing ripped abdominals and a tapered waist.

“Very nice,” Michael commented. “Who took them?”

The kid shrugged. “A friend.”

Michael paged to the next one. The shorts were pushed down, showing just the base of the young man’s penis. There was a complete and arousing lack of pubic hair. Michael shifted on his feet, feeling a bit of constrained discomfort in his work slacks.

The following picture showed the young man in all his glory, standing and grinning with hands on his hips. The shorts were gone. His penis, flaccid yet impressive, hung down between well-toned thighs. It was nearly as tanned as the rest of his body, and smooth and sleek within its fleshy hood.

Michael breathed in deeply to calm his arousal. Damn, this guy’s fucking hot, he thought. Look at that cock . . . .

After that, however, the pictures were from canted and awkward angles, consisting mainly of various close-ups that did not show as much as was intended. Many were blurry to varying degrees. Michael cycled through them quickly, pursing his lips in contemplation. Slowly, a wonderfully devious plan formed.

“So, uh, can you do what I want?” the young man asked at last.

Michael gazed upon him, glad for the height of the counter that concealed his raging erection. Oh, I could do so many things to you . . . .

Maintaining a professional demeanor, Michael said, “See, here’s the thing. My impression is that you want to turn these pictures into a more or less professional-looking portfolio, right?”

The young man nodded. “Right.”

“Problem is,” Michael continued. “Other than the first seven or eight, they’re not very clear. And even those first ones are still a little shaky. Let me guess: most of these you took yourself, right?”

The kid nodded sheepishly. “Yeah.”

Michael fixed him a look. “Why do you want a portfolio made from pictures like this?”

The kid smiled crookedly. “Why do you wanna know that?”

Michael cocked his head. “You want a real portfolio, or what?”

The young man sighed. He shifted on his feet. “There’s this website,” he said at last. “Run by a guy named Jason Rivers. It’s pretty good stuff, lots’a hi-def pictures and videos and stuff.”

Michael smirked. He knew about Jason Rivers and the man’s website. “So you wanna break into the gay porn industry, is that it?”

The kid stared at Michael with all the wide-eyed incredulity of a deer standing on the road before an onrushing truck.

Michael chuckled. “Look. You wanna get into something like that, you’re going to need much more professional pictures than what you have here. You want an impressive portfolio, then you need pics taken by something a little more sophisticated than an Elph.”

The young man blinked. “Like what?”

“Well,” Michael said, smiling at the way his suddenly-hatched plan was unfurling. “Like the camera I have. I’ve gotten into photography since I started working here. Got me a nice little Nikon digital that shoots sixteen megapixels.” He leaned close to the young man. “Which is sharp enough to show the smallest detail on that beautiful cock you have.”

The kid smiled slowly in understanding. He straightened, giving Michael a flirtatious look. “I like the sound of that.”

“What’s your name?”

“Joey.”

“You free tomorrow?”

Joey smiled slyly. “Yeah . . . why?”

Michael grinned. “Well, it just occurred to me that, not only have I got the day off, but it’s also Nude Day. What better way to celebrate then by letting it all hang out?”

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Michael couldn’t believe how excited he was. On any other morning, had he awakened with an erection, his first call to duty would be to masturbate until his lower abdomen was glistening with spent semen. But not so on this day, the 14th of July, which just happened to fall on a Sunday, his usual day off.

Instead, given the potential of more satisfying delights than his right hand might grant, Michael rose from bed, showered, shaved, and dressed. He typed a message into his phone at just after ten in the morning, then got in the car with his camera bag.

Joey was waiting for him outside an obviously lower-rent apartment building on the near northeast side of town. Clad in the same white nylon shorts Michael had seen in the kid’s original pictures, and a loose-fitting tank top, he offered a nervous smile as stepped into the car, tossing a duffel into the back seat.

“You ready?” Michael asked with a grin.

“Yeah, çeşme escort sure,” Joey replied nonchalantly.

Kid wants to play it cool, Michael thought as he drove.

They spoke of typically banal things as Michael drove. Joey had dropped out of college after just two semesters, being an aimless kid who was not yet sure of the direction he wanted his life to take. He worked full-time at some local dive bar as combination bar back and eye candy for the large gay population that frequented the place. His parents were divorced, and while his mother knew he was gay, his father (whom he rarely saw anymore) supposedly did not.

One thing became glaringly clear to Michael during the course of the conversation: Joey was not particularly bright. He wasn’t a moron, exactly, but he suffered from a bad combination of lack of ambition and naivete. Simply put, he didn’t bother to learn about the world around him beyond his own personal tastes and desires.

Which, for Michael, was just fine. Joey was the epitome of the phrase “young, dumb and full of cum.” Michael hoped he would discover how accurate the last part of that saying was before the day was over.

Finally, after a lengthy drive through the country, the inviting sight of the waters of Medina Lake blossomed before them. Joey perked up as he saw the broad expanse of water growing larger and larger in his field of view. “That’s where we’re going?”

Michael chuckled. “Yup. I know just the spot.”

Less than ten minutes later, after the car had rumbled across the uneven path of a dirt driveway through groves of mesquite trees, Michael pulled the vehicle to a stop before an aged wooden picnic bench and a small cast-iron grill set atop of a steel post in the ground. Dozens of paces beyond, the ground sloped down toward the cool blue water of the lake.

Joey was grinning, becoming obviously excited. “This is cool!” he exclaimed. “And there won’t be anyone else around?”

Michael shook his head. “Nope. It’s just you, me, and Mother Nature.”

Joey laughed. “Bad ass,” he muttered, before pushing open the door and stepping out.

Michael watched the younger man from behind as he walked several paces beyond the car. More like tight ass, he mused silently.

Gathering up the camera bag, Michael exited the car as well and followed Joey down the slope toward the water. Far out in the lake, more than half a mile away, a pair of boats cruised through the gentle blue. Other than that, Michael and Joey may very well have been at the edge of the Garden of Eden.

Sandy hair fluttered by the breeze blowing off the lake, Joey turned back, a catty grin decorating his face. “So, uh, how do you want me?”

Michael smirked. On your knees, or bent over and grabbing your ankles. Either way works for me. “Just be casual. Don’t strip everything off just yet. Get in the mood. Go down to the water. The more natural the pictures, the better.”

Joey nodded, looking around with a sense of excitement mixed with apprehension. “You sure no one’s gonna, like, go by in a boat and see us?”

“I guess that’s always a possibility, but I think the chances are pretty slim.”

“Yeah . . . okay, I guess this place is pretty secluded.”

“Let me just get my camera ready.”

Joey paced through the sparse grass of the rocky lake shore as Michael took the camera from his bag. With the fully charged battery, he had hours of use available and an empty SD card onto which to hold everything. After flipping it on, Michael gave Joey an expectant look.

The younger man’s eyes widened. “Oh. Now?”

Michael chuckled. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Although awkward at first, Joey seemed to get into the role of model as he relaxed and moved around. At first, he just walked this way and that, heading down to the waterline before strolling back up as Michael snapped picture after picture. Emboldened by a blossoming streak of exhibitionism, The tank top came off, revealing the kid’s slender albeit muscular torso.

Michael licked his lips upon seeing the smooth, hairless tanned flesh. The stirring within his groin was unmistakable.

At the edge of the water, Joey slipped out of his sandals and let his feet bathe in the cooling ripples licking the shore. Then, turned away from Michael, he slipped the shorts down his lean, hairless legs.

“Hold it,” Michael said quickly, stepping closer after having snapped several pictures. “Just stay like that.”

Joey did so, bare backside revealed to his photographer, smooth, hairless sacs of delectable skin dangling between his thighs. The tip of his cock was just discernible past his testicles.

Michael crouched, only about ten feet away, and zoomed in for closeups of the puckered, pink aperture of Joey’s asshole. He imagined the feel of that muscular opening against the tip of his tongue. His shorts were becoming tighter.

“Keep going,” Michael urged.

Joey straightened and gave a knowing smile over his shoulder. He knew what he was doing to the older man, cihangir escort now. And he was thoroughly enjoying it.

Casting the shorts back, Joey stepped further into the lake, until the gentle waves lapped at his knees. In profile to Michael, he stooped and scooped up handfuls of water, splashing them onto his face and chest. Michael clicked away, even capturing the images of Joey shivering from the chilly water.

With skin glistening beneath the sun, Joey looked even more delicious than before. Michael zoomed in for closeups of droplets leaving the tip of Joey’s now half-hard cock. The tube of slowly-growing flesh curved out and down from the young man’s sleek pubis, the pink round head emerging from the shelter of the snug foreskin.

Beautiful, Michael thought. God, do I want to suck on that thing . . . .

At Michael’s urging, Joey returned to dry land and slipped into a pair of khaki beach pants. An idea sprang to mind instantly, and he ahd the kid return to the water for more body-defining splashes of water down his torso. As the fluid soaked into the khakis, they became semi-transparent, clinging to Joey’s skin. Michael grinned and continued snapping away, once again going for closeups. The sight of Joey’s manly cock wrapped in soaked fabric was incredibly enticing.

Again, Joey changed into a different set of clothes, this time a snug blue muscle shirt and nothing else. The effect was intensely erotic, especially when Michael had the young man recline against a tree just at the water’s edge, head tilted back and looking out over the water.

“Stroke it,” Michael urged.

Joey glanced back for a moment, then smiled cattily. “You wanna see it hard?” he asked coyly.

“Hell, yeah,” Michael growled in response.

Biting his lip, Joey looked downat his cock as he took it in hand. It took only a few strokes before he was at his impressive full length, with the glowing pink head fully emerged from its sheath. Faint veins ran along the shaft, but other than that, it looked so smooth and unblemished as to be made of wet clay.

Joey’s face and neck began to color as he slowly pumped his shaft. His left hand wandered across his chest, first gracing, then tickling, then pinching his own nipples. Eyes became half-closed. Lips parted. A sleek pink tongue slipped out beneath his teeth.

“Getting turned on?” Michael asked, though he already knew the answer. He had set the camera aside and shucked off his own shorts. His own cock, thick and hard and nearly ready to burst after an hour of sweet torture, jutted out toward the kid.

Joey actually whimpered, looking upon the older man in such a state of arousal. Where he Joey was slim and hairless, Michael was stocky, muscular, with dark, manly hair on his forearms, legs, chest and abdomen. The nest of kinky curls around the base of his shaft was well-trimmed, the heavy balls beneath shaved smooth.

“Yeah,” Joey whispered at last, stroking his cock faster. But Michael, casting off his shirt, approached and settled his hand over Joey’s.

“Don’t come yet.”

Joey swallowed thickly. “I’m so turned on,” he said.

Michael grinned. “I know you are,” he said, taking the kid’s other hand and directing it to his raging erection. Joey trembled as he grasped it, jerking back and forth clumsily.

Without a word, Michael placed his hands upon Joey’s shoulders, pushing him down. Joey yielded like an obedient servant, dropping to a squat before the older man. But just as he opened his mouth and leaned in, Michael stopped him.

“Wait.”

Joey glanced up questioningly.

“Stay exactly like that,” Michael ordered, heading back to the camera. He stepped to the bag, taking out a tripod. As Joey waited in submissive patience, the tripod was erected and the camera set upon it. A few settings were adjusted, until Michael was finally satisfied. He pressed the button to record, then returned to Joey.

Like a trained puppy waiting to please, Joey looked up to Michael as the man resumed his previous stance. Michael smiled almost like a hungry predator, taking Joey’s head in his hands.

“Open your mouth.”

Joey did so, keeping his eyes on those of the older man. Michael found that simple gesture arousing beyond words. Pushing his cock into Joey’s mouth, he stared back down into his lover’s sun-glazed eyes.

Joey sucked tenderly at first, gliding his wet tongue around the head of Michael’s cock. But as more and more length was fed to him, he simply massaged the underside, while pulling in his cheeks to encase the pulsing rod with accommodating, suckling flesh.

Michael sighed in bliss, closing his eyes to focus on the sensations Joeys mouth was giving him. The younger man would jerk back a bit if Michael pushed too far, but that was fine for the older lover. He really only needed stimulation upon the first few inches of his cock in order to achieve orgasm, a point he was rapidly approaching after the erotic buildup of the previous hour.

But just as he felt the beginnings of his rush, he pulled out of Joey’s mouth. The move was so abrupt it took the kid by surprise, resulting in a loud ‘pop!’ as air suddenly rushed into his sucking mouth. Michael gripped the base of his cock to stem the sudden gush of fluid, but a single thick bubble of it oozed from the tip, a shimmering, milky dollop.

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Nadja öffnete die Wohnungstür und nahm die vollkommene Dunkelheit in Flur und Wohnzimmer wahr. Sie schaltete das Flurlicht ein und hing ihren Mantel an der Garderobe auf. Ein Blick in das Wohnzimmer bestätigte ihr, dass sich dort im Dunkeln niemand aufhielt. Sie nahm an, dass Jasmin auf ihrem Zimmer war, und näherte sich dem Refugium ihrer Tochter, um sich zurückzumelden. Sie klopfte kurz an und drückte die Türklinke herunter.

In Jasmins Zimmer brannte das Licht an der Decke und sie entdeckte Jasmin auf ihrem Bett. Dann weiteten sich Nadjas Augen und sie nahm weitere Details der Szene wahr. Jasmin war unbekleidet und saß aufrecht auf dem Bett. Nadja konnte auf die blanken Brüste ihrer Tochter blicken, die im Gleichklang hin und her schwangen. Es waren feste, schöne Brüste, die sich im Rhythmus der Bewegungen ihres jungen Körpers bewegten. Unter Jasmin lag ein nackter Mann, auf dem ihre Tochter in Reiterposition Platz genommen hatte. Man brauchte nicht viel Fantasie, um zu erkennen, dass Jasmin in ein Liebesspiel vertieft war, das sie mit ihrem Partner ausgiebigst zu genießen schien. Sie hatte ihre Tochter noch nie beim Sex erwischt, nur wenige Male bei der Selbstbefriedigung. Klar, dass es Jasmin peinlich sein musste und Nadja ärgerte sich über sich selber, weil sie unangemeldet hereingeplatzt war. Jasmin öffnete die Augen und realisierte ihre Mutter, die weiterhin im Türrahmen stand und ihrer Tochter beim Vögeln zusah. Nadja erkannte den panischen Gesichtsausdruck ihrer Tochter und realisierte, dass sie den Sexpartner ihrer 18-jährigen Tochter sehr wohl kannte. Es handelte sich um Bernd, keinen Geringeren als ihren eigenen Lebenspartner.

Als Bernd seine Lebensgefährtin erblickte, schob er deren Tochter von sich herunter. Nadja beobachtete, wie sich Bernd aufrichtete und seine deutliche Erregung hinter Jasmins Kopfkissen zu verbergen versuchte. Jasmin hatte sich in eine Ecke ihres Betts verkrochen und schien vollkommen fertig zu sein. In Nadjas Kopf schwirrten tausend Fragen umher, die beantwortet werden wollten. Die wichtigste Frage war, warum ihr Lebensgefährte gerade ihre Tochter gebumst hatte. Sie hätte Bernd und Jasmin am liebsten angeschrien und aufgefordert, sich zu erklären, doch es schien ihr das Sinnvollste zu sein, zu gehen. Die notwendigen Erklärungen würden früher oder später gegeben werden.

Die betrogene Frau stellte fest, dass sie unter den gegebenen Umständen nicht mit Jasmin und Bernd reden konnte. Sie atmete tief ein und drehte sich um. Nachdem sie Jasmins Zimmer verlassen hatte, schloss sie die Zimmertür und begab sich in ihr Schlafzimmer. Dort angekommen setzte sie sich auf ihr Bett, in dem regelmäßig Bernd neben ihr lag und wilde Sachen mit ihr anstellte, und starrte gegen die Zimmerwand. Sie wollte weinen, doch es kamen keine Tränen. Stattdessen stieg eine ungeheure Wut in ihr hoch, die sie nach nirgendwohin ableiten konnte.

Nadja hatte nicht auf die Uhr gesehen und wusste nicht, wie viel Zeit vergangen war, als es an ihrer Zimmertür klopfte. Sie zögerte eine halbe Minute bevor sie ihre Tochter hereinbat. Jasmin sah aus wie ein geprügelter Hund und kam mit hängendem Kopf auf ihre Mutter zu. Da Nadja keinerlei Reaktion zeigte, setzte sich Jasmin zu ihrer Mutter auf das Bett und wartete darauf, dass sie von ihr Notiz nahm. Mittlerweile hatte sich Jasmin ein T-Shirt und ein Höschen angezogen. Der fremdgehende Lebensgefährte hatte das Weite gesucht.

Nach einer Weile fand Nadja die Kraft, ihre Tochter anzusehen. „Warum?”

Jasmin starrte auf die Matratze. Nach einer Weile gelang es ihr, Augenkontakt zu ihrer Mutter herzustellen. „Es tut mir so leid, Mama.”

Nadja reagierte nicht. Jasmin hatte sich an das Kopfende des Bettes begeben, während Nadja noch immer am Fußende saß und sich in Jasmins Richtung gedreht hatte. „Ich bin eher als erwartet nach Hause gekommen … Sonst hätte ich es gar nicht erfahren.”

Es war eine Feststellung, die Jasmin nicht entkräften konnte und wollte. Nadja fragte: „Wie lange schon?”

Jasmin wusste, worauf die Frage ihrer Mutter abzielte und sie antwortete leise „Ein paar Monate.”

Die Antwort war ein weiterer Schlag für Nadja. Mehrere Monate bedeuteten, dass dieses Versteckspiel hinter ihrem Rücken schon länger lief und dass die Szene von vorhin kein einmaliger Ausrutscher war. Sie hätte lieber gehört, dass es heute das erste Mal gewesen war, doch diese Illusion hatte Jasmin durch ihre ehrliche Antwort zerstört. „Wie ist es dazu gekommen?”

Jasmin traute sich nicht, längeren Augenkontakt zu ihrer Mutter herzustellen. „Es ist einfach passiert.”

In ruhigem Ton erwiderte Nadja „Nichts passiert einfach so … Es gibt für alles einen Grund.” „Ich weiß nicht, was ich dir sagen soll”, gestand Jasmin. „Ich weiß, dass ich Scheiße gebaut habe.”

Nadja betrachtete ihre Tochter eingehend. Sie schien sich sichtlich elendig zu fühlen. Sie hatte sogar Mitleid mit ihr, obwohl sie eindeutig die Geschädigte war. „Ging es von ihm aus?”

Jasmin musste bemerkt haben, ataşehir escort dass ihre Mutter Bernd nicht namentlich erwähnt hatte. „Nein, es kam nicht nur von ihm. Wir wollten es beide.”

Nadja schüttelte den Kopf und fragte ruhig „Hast du dich niemals gefragt, was du mir damit antust?”

Jasmin begann zu weinen und schien sich der Schwere ihrer Schuld bewusst zu werden. „Du solltest es doch gar nicht erfahren.”

Nadja dachte an den letzten intimen Moment mit Bernd zurück. Es war zwei Tage zuvor gewesen und es hatte ihr großen Spaß bereitet, als er sie in diesem Bett beglückt hatte. Im Nachhinein zeigte sich, dass Bernd schon längere Zeit eine Affäre mit der Tochter seiner Partnerin führte und nichts hatte darauf hingedeutet. Bernd lebte nicht bei ihnen. Er hatte eine eigene Wohnung und übernachtete sporadisch bei Nadja. Mehrmals die Woche kam er vorbei oder Nadja traf ihn in seiner Wohnung.

Beide fanden die Situation mit den zwei Wohnungen optimal, zumal jeder seinen Freiraum hatte und weil Jasmin die gemeinsame Zeit mit ihrer Mutter nicht mit einem anderen teilen musste. Das war alles Makulatur und die Beziehungen, wie sie nach Nadjas Vorstellungen existierten, waren zerstört worden. Sie sah Jasmin an und erklärte „Offenbar genügte es Bernd nicht, nur mich zu besitzen. Aus irgendeinem Grund musste er auch dich haben und alleine das lässt mich ihn hassen. Aber warum war es ihm möglich gewesen dich ebenfalls zu bekommen?”

Jasmin sah ihre Mutter mit von Tränen geröteten Augen an. Sie sagte „Es ist nicht Bernds Schuld … Ich liebe ihn und …”

Jasmin sprang aus dem Bett und rannte aus dem Schlafzimmer. Nadja blieb zurück und ihr schallte der Begriff ‘Liebe’ in den Ohren. Gut zehn Minuten später klopfte Nadja an Jasmins Tür. Dieses Mal wartete sie ab, bis Jasmin sie hereinbat. Ihre Tochter saß auf ihrem Bett und sah verheult aus.

Nadja setzte sich zu ihr und legte ihren Arm um sie. Auch wenn sie selber Trost bitter nötig hatte, wollte sie sich um Jasmin kümmern. Sie umarmte sie mehrere Minuten schweigend und Jasmin suchte ihre Nähe. Nadja löste sich von ihrer Tochter und blickte sie fragend an. „Du hast gesagt, du liebst ihn … Bist du dir sicher?”

Jasmins antwortete nicht und nickte stumm. Dann bewegte sie den Kopf schnell rauf und runter, als Zeichen der Bestätigung. Sie sah ihre Mutter an und meinte: „Ich weiß, dass es nicht sein darf, denn er gehört dir. Ich habe auch lange Zeit versucht, meine Gefühle für Bernd zu ignorieren, doch ich konnte es nicht mehr.”

„Liebt Bernd dich auch?”, wollte Nadja wissen, obwohl sie große Angst vor der Antwort hatte.

„Ich hoffe es”, erwiderte Jasmin. „Ich weiß es aber nicht. Ich glaube aber, dass er dich sehr liebt.”

Nadja wollte dies kaum glauben. Wenn man jemanden liebte, schlief man nicht mit dessen Kind. In der nächsten halben Stunde erklärte Jasmin ihrer Mutter, wie sich die Beziehung zwischen Bernd und ihr entwickelt hatte. Es stellte sich heraus, dass Jasmin die Nähe zu Bernd gesucht hatte und Bernd für sie da gewesen war. Er hatte sich eher als Vaterfigur gezeigt und war bemüht gewesen, vertrauensvoll mit Jasmin umzugehen.

Irgendwann hatte Jasmin ihm ihre Liebe gestanden, was Bernd angeblich in arge Nöte gebracht hatte. Er wollte zunächst nichts davon wissen, denn er liebte Jasmins Mutter und konnte unmöglich ähnliche Gefühle für Jasmin empfinden. Bernd hatte Jasmin gebeten, über ihre Gefühle nachzudenken und sich ehrlich zu fragen, was sie für ihn empfand.

Als sie sich das nächste Mal begegnet waren, unterhielten sie sich über die entstandene Situation und es zeigte sich, dass Jasmins Gefühle unverändert waren. Sie liebte Bernd und begehrte ihn, obwohl er ihrer Mutter gehörte. Bernd hatte von Jasmin verlangt, es sich aus dem Kopf zu schlagen und hatte gedroht, mit Nadja über die Angelegenheit zu reden. Jasmin hatte verzweifelt darum gebettelt, dass Bernd es nicht tun würde und Bernd willigte ein. Jasmin hatte sich in nächster Zeit um ihn bemüht und irgendwann hatte Bernd nachgegeben.

Nadja nahm an, dass Bernd ihr anfangs treu ergeben gewesen war. Später hatte er nachgegeben und sich auf Jasmins Annäherungsversuche eingelassen. Dafür hasste sie ihn. Er hätte mit ihr über das Problem reden müssen, statt es für sich zu behalten und anschließend seine eigene Lösung umzusetzen. Nadja wusste, wie hartnäckig ihre Tochter sein konnte. Sie war es schon immer gewesen. Schon als Kind setzte sie alle Leute so lange unter Druck und ging ihnen auf die Nerven, bis sie ihren Willen bekam. Es war eigentlich nur eine Frage der Zeit, bis sie Bernd für sich gewinnen würde.

Wenn er Nadja lieben würde, hätte Bernd allen Bemühungen ihrer Tochter widerstanden. Nadja konnte und wollte ihrer Tochter nicht verzeihen. Dafür war an diesem Tag einfach zu viel passiert. Sie erklärte Jasmin, dass sie zunächst eine Nacht über alles schlafen musste und dass sie sich am nächsten Morgen erneut über ihr zukünftiges Zusammenleben unterhalten würden. escort ataşehir

Am folgenden Samstagmorgen blieben Mutter und Tochter zu Hause. Nadja suchte erneut das Gespräch mit Jasmin. Sie hatte eine Nacht über die schwierige Situation geschlafen und ihre große Wut auf Jasmin und Bernd war verraucht. Dennoch stand die Frage im Raum, wie es weitergehen konnte. Klar war, dass man nicht zur Tagesordnung übergehen konnte.

Jasmin entschuldigte sich nochmals für den gestrigen Abend und für die gesamte Situation im Allgemeinen. Nadja nahm ihre Entschuldigung an und erklärte ihrer Tochter, dass sie zunächst das Gespräch mit Bernd suchen würde und dass man sich danach nochmals zusammensetzen müsste.

Im Laufe des Vormittags hatte Nadja so viel Mut gesammelt, dass sie Bernds Nummer in das Telefon eintippen konnte. Bernd war zu Hause, da er nicht arbeiten musste. Er begrüßte Nadja freundlich, aber hörbar zurückhaltend. Er wusste, dass ein tiefer Graben zwischen ihm und Nadja entstanden war und dass Redebedarf bestand. Da Nadja sich nicht am Telefon mit ihm unterhalten wollte, verabredeten sie sich zu einem persönlichen Gespräch unter vier Augen.

Kurz vor Mittag suchte Nadja ihn auf und nachdem sie sich flüchtig begrüßt hatten, nahmen beide in seinem Wohnzimmer Platz. Passend zur Situation saß Nadja auf der Couch, während Bernd sich in einem Sessel niedergelassen hatte. Der deutliche Vertrauensbruch wurde nicht zuletzt durch ihre Sitzpositionen zum Ausdruck gebracht. Bernd entschuldigte sich zunächst generell, dass er etwas mit Jasmin angefangen hatte. Dann sprach er sein Bedauern aus, dass Nadja es auf diese brutale Art und Weise erfahren musste.

Nadja hörte ihm kommentarlos zu. Bernd war bemüht, seine Beweggründe zu erläutern. „Es war nicht geplant … Es mag sich jetzt vielleicht blöd anhören, aber du bist die Frau, der meine Liebe gehört. Auch wenn etwas mit Jasmin passiert ist, ändert das nichts an meinen Empfindungen für dich.”

Nadja sah ihn fragend an und setzte einen ungläubigen Gesichtsausdruck auf. Bernd fuhr fort. „Wir kennen uns schon so lange und ich habe mich in dich verliebt. Und Jasmin war immer ein wichtiger Bestandteil unserer Beziehung. Ich mochte sie von Anfang an und es war mir vollkommen klar, dass sie unsere Beziehung akzeptieren musste, damit es mit uns klappt. Und Jasmin hat es akzeptiert, denn sie war froh, dass du wieder einen Mann gefunden hast, mit dem du glücklich bist, oder zumindest einmal gewesen bist.”

Nadja versuchte nicht, Bernd zu korrigieren. Bernd blickte sie demütig an und sagte: „Natürlich habe ich mich auch mit Jasmin angefreundet und habe so etwas wie eine Stiefvaterrolle bei ihr übernommen. Sie hat sich mir anvertraut und mich voll akzeptiert. Doch irgendwie hat sich im Laufe der Zeit noch etwas darüber hinaus bei ihr entwickelt. Jasmin ist jung und unerfahren, und soweit ich weiß, hatte sie noch keinen festen Freund.”

„Hast du ihr die Unschuld genommen?”, wollte Nadja wissen. Bernd sah schrecklich aus, als er stumm nickte. Nadja meinte scherzhaft „Wenigstens hat sie es nicht mit einem Wildfremden gemacht.”

Bernd verstand, dass Nadja es nicht ernst gemeint hatte. „Im Nachhinein fühle ich mich schuldig, dass ich es gewesen bin. Ich habe irgendwann gemerkt, dass sie mich angehimmelt hat und ich habe mich ganz gut dabei gefühlt. Es hat mir geschmeichelt, dass Jasmin für mich geschwärmt hat. Welchem Mann hätte es nicht gut getan, dass eine junge Frau den älteren Kerl gut findet?”

„Du vergisst glaube ich, dass Jasmin noch gar nicht lange eine Frau ist”, sagte Nadja und spielte damit auf Jasmins junges Alter an. „Sie darf zwar Autofahren und Alkohol kaufen, aber was weiß sie denn mit ihren 18 Jahren schon vom Leben?”

„Natürlich bin ich mir dessen bewusst”, gestand Bernd. „Du musst mir auch glauben, dass ich es zwar gut fand, dass mich Jasmin angehimmelt hat, dass ich aber damals in keiner Minute daran gedacht habe, dass sich daraus etwas entwickeln würde.”

Nadja erwiderte nichts. Bernd sagte: „Ich habe es zugelassen, dass Jasmin mir nähergekommen ist … Vielleicht habe ich ihr ja auch einen falschen Eindruck vermittelt, indem ich sie mal in den Arm genommen oder sie angelächelt habe. Für mich war es eher eine liebevolle Geste, als sie sich an mich geschmiegt hat. Für Jasmin war vielleicht der Eindruck entstanden, dass ich an ihr interessiert bin.”

„Abgeneigt warst du ja offenbar nicht”, warf Nadja ein. Bernd sah sie schuldbewusst an und erwiderte: „Ich bin auch nur ein Mann und kein Heiliger. Ich bin nicht stolz darauf, aber deine Tochter hat mich halt rum gekriegt.”

Nadja sagte zunächst nichts. Dann fragte sie „Wie und wann ist es passiert?”

„Willst du das wirklich wissen?”, erkundigte sich Bernd bei ihr.

„Ich würde sonst nicht fragen”, erklärte Nadja knapp.

Bernd schüttelte den Kopf und sagte: „Ich weiß es gar nicht mehr so genau … Ich bin irgendwann abends bei euch vorbeigekommen und du warst wohl bei einer ataşehir escort bayan Freundin. Ich habe mich dann mit Jasmin unterhalten und irgendwann hat sie sich an mich geschmiegt. Und als sie angefangen hat, mich zu streicheln, da habe ich nichts dagegen unternommen.”

„Hattet ihr an dem Abend schon Sex?”, wollte Nadja wissen.

„Nein, das nicht”, erklärte Bernd. „Aber ich habe Jasmin nicht erklärt, dass ich ihr Tun für falsch halte.”

„Wie weit bist du gegangen?”, fragte Nadja.

„Komm schon, Schatz”, sagte Bernd. „Das musst du doch nicht wissen.”

„Zunächst einmal bin ich mir nicht mehr sicher, ob du noch das Recht haben solltest, mich Schatz zu nennen”, sagte Nadja mit Überzeugung in der Stimme. „Außerdem musst du es schon mir überlassen, womit ich fertig werde.”

Bernd sah aus, als hätte ihn Nadjas Äußerung getroffen. Er zögerte kurz und sagte dann „Sie hat mir mein Ding aus der Hose geholt und mich bis zum Ende mit der Hand befriedigt.”

Nadja nickte stumm. „Und weil du ihr nicht gesagt hast, dass es falsch war und dass ihr ihre Mutter hintergehen würdet, nahm meine Tochter an, dass es in Ordnung wäre.”

„Mir ist bewusst, dass es ein großer Fehler war und ich das dir gegenüber niemals gut machen kann”, gab Bernd zu.

Nadja atmete tief ein und erwiderte: „Weißt du was …? Wenn du das Ganze nach diesem Abend beendet hättest oder dich mir anvertraut hättest, könnte ich dir verzeihen und wir könnten unsere Beziehung fortsetzen.”

„Hätte ich es dir etwa erzählen sollen?”, fragte Bernd aufgeregt. „Hallo Liebling, deine Tochter hat mir gestern einen runtergeholt?”

Nadja erwiderte nichts. Bernd schwieg zunächst ebenfalls und sagte dann „Ich hatte Angst davor, wie du reagieren würdest. Deshalb habe ich es für mich behalten. Und als Jasmin sich dann erneut an mich herangemacht hatte, habe ich nicht den Mut und den Willen aufgebracht, sie zurückzuweisen.”

„Spaß hat es dir aber auch gemacht, oder?”, fragte Nadja direkt. „Ist doch toll, wenn man von einem jungen Ding angemacht wird.”

„Ich würde lügen, wenn ich behaupten würde, dass es nicht so gewesen ist”, erklärte Bernd.

„Hast du dich eigentlich niemals gefragt, wie es mir dabei gehen würde, wenn es herauskommt?”, erkundigte sich Nadja.

„Die Frage stellte sich nicht, da du es nicht erfahren solltest.”

„Du hattest also vor, mit Mutter und Tochter deinen Spaß zu haben und alles wäre in Ordnung?”, wollte Nadja wissen.

„Ja, das hatte ich tatsächlich gehofft”, gestand er. „Mir war natürlich klar, dass es vielleicht irgendwann herauskommen könnte. Aber ich hatte gehofft, dass es lange nicht passieren würde.”

Nadja hörte Bernd zu und fragte: „Und jetzt …? Wie soll es jetzt weitergehen?”

„Glaube mir bitte, Nadja”, begann Bernd. „Im Nachhinein würde ich einiges dafür geben, dass diese Situation nicht eingetreten wäre. Aber es ist nun einmal geschehen. Ich liebe dich sehr und möchte dich nicht verlieren.”

„Und Jasmin?”, hinterfragte Nadja.

„Ich liebe sie ebenfalls”, gestand Bernd. „Ich möchte die Liebe zu dir und zu ihr nicht miteinander vergleichen, aber ich liebe euch beide. Es ist krank und unmöglich, aber es ist so.”

Nadja lachte auf und fragte: „Also leben wir drei jetzt glücklich bis an unser Lebensende zusammen und tun so, als ob es das Normalste der Welt wäre?”

Bernd antwortete nicht und Nadja erhob sich von der Couch. Sie ging wortlos aus dem Zimmer und Bernd versuchte nicht sie aufzuhalten. Als Nadja auf der Straße war, ließ sie ihren Tränen freien Lauf.

Als sie später mit Jasmin zusammentraf, erkundigte sich ihre Tochter nach dem Treffen der beiden. Nadja wich zunächst aus, wollte ihrer Tochter dann aber Rede und Antwort stehen. Sie wiederholte Bernds Worte und schloss mit der Bemerkung, dass Bernd angeblich sie und Jasmin lieben würde.

Jasmin ließ dies auf sich wirken und fragte: „Liebst du Bernd noch?”

Nadja lachte und sagte: „Kann ich es noch …? Ich weiß es nicht.”

„Liebst du mich denn noch immer?”, wollte Jasmin wissen und sah so aus, als ob sie mit der schlimmsten möglichen Antwort rechnen würde. Nadja näherte sich ihrer Tochter und umarmte sie. „Ich werde dich immer lieben, meine Kleine. Daran kann nichts ändern. Auch nicht, dass du einen Fehler gemacht hast.”

Jasmin löste sich von ihrer Mutter und sagte: „Ich habe keinen Fehler gemacht.”

Nadja sah sie irritiert an und fragte: „Wie meinst du das?”

„Es war kein Fehler, dass ich Bernds Nähe gesucht habe”, erklärte Jasmin. „Ich liebe ihn und ich will ihn auf keinen Fall verlieren. Er ist ein toller Mann, weswegen du ja auch in ihn verliebt bist. Mir ist klar, dass ich ihn dir nicht hätte wegnehmen dürfen, aber ich kann doch nicht gegen meine Gefühle entscheiden.”

„Erwartest du jetzt, dass ich für dich zurücktrete?”, fragte Nadja erbost.

„Ich weiß es doch nicht”, gab Jasmin zu. „Wenn du ihn nicht mehr lieben würdest, könnte ich es doch trotzdem tun.”

Nadjas Augen fixierten ihre Tochter und ihre Gesichtszüge strahlten alles andere als Herzlichkeit aus. „Glaubst du denn, dass ich meinen Freund verlasse, damit du ihn dir schnappen kannst? Vielleicht soll er weiterhin bei uns ein und aus gehen, damit ihr es miteinander treiben könnt?”

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Summary: The Clover Lane Femdom Club women help Kris push Jim to succumb to his submissive desires. Jim becomes a submissive man slut to Kris.

“Kathy, I promised Jim he would be punished for taking so long to accept the cage. I’m ready for that to happen and to start his training. How do we go about it?”

“That’s up to you Kris, but I suggest he be restrained, hooded or blindfolded, and introduced to the discipline he can expect if he doesn’t meet expectations. Given what you told us about your trip this weekend and Jim’s apparent acceptance of you as the dominant in your marriage, we could use the session to explain our expectations and ask him to commit to them. A little encouragement might be necessary, but given how accommodating he has been so far, I think a lot of training could be achieved in that session.”

“I love that idea but don’t have the skill and knowledge to pull it off.”

“That’s what I am available for my dear, if you like I can take the lead on this.”

“Then I am going to owe you a big favor. Where and how do we do it?”

Emily spoke up “Have you noticed the eyebolts in the structure of your cabana.”

“Can’t say I have.”

“They are all over and they are there for the purpose of rendering a man helpless and vulnerable in a wide variety of positions, including hanging by his limbs from overhead. That would be a bit extreme in this case but I’ve seen it used. Standing stretched taught is probably more appropriate. Why don’t we look at it and decide what you want to do. You can do arms wide or high, legs wide for cock and ball access or not, it’s up to you. Jim won’t be the first man to receive punishment bound and helpless at your cabana. There are some videos I can share if you need ideas.”

“Videos? I would love to see them. Can we video Jim’s session.”

“Hell yes we can, with 3 or 4 cams and I can edit a composite video. Didn’t you know that’s what I do as a job? Weddings and charity events and such. Usually its work, this will be for fun.”

Emily continued “We can get rope from the hardware store and I know a fetish shop where we can get an open face BDSM hood so he can’t see anything and you can put whatever you want in his mouth. You might want to get ankle cuffs and a slave collar too.”

Emily winked at Kathy who smiled back nodding and asked “When do we do it Kris?”

“I would like to do it next Saturday and invite all my CLFC sisters, even those I have yet to meet. I will have refreshments delivered and an open bar and they can use the pool if they like. How does a 2:00 start time sound? I will cuff and hood him at 1:30 and Emily and I will secure him in the cabana right after.”

“2:00 sounds just right. I will provide the tools of discipline and give a lesson on their use for both your benefit and his.” “Are you sure he will go along?”

“Yes, quite sure” Kris replied. “I’ve promised him a punishment for making me wait for a key, and he has admitted it is deserved. He knows something is coming, just not what. We have a surprise for him. I don’t want this punishment to be severe, but long with some serious teasing mixed in with the lash.”

“Exactly what is needed” Kathy said smiling, the she got serious and told Kris “Getting Jim caged was a coup on your part. It happened because you are an incredibly sexy woman; you planned it well and executed your plan to perfection. It appears Jim is amenable to being submissive, in part due to the kinky things you have done for him, but also for another reason I think. Men’s egos and social pressures often don’t let them ask their wives to take a dominant role, even when it is what they want. An accomplished man in a high stress job like Jim’s is often open to letting the wife take charge at home and just needs a push to go completely submissive. The man has all he wants of being in charge at work. Not being in charge at home is a welcome relief from mental stress regardless of what is demanded by a dominant wife. In this case you are giving Jim what he needs but can’t make himself ask for. Don’t ever feel the least bit guilty for what you demand of him. You are making both your lives better. Welcome to Clover Lane, you and Jim are a great addition to the community.”

When Saturday finally arrived, Kris told Jim she had a surprise for him and he was to be showered, shaved and naked in the bedroom at 1:30.

Kris came into their bedroom wearing her slingshot bikini at 1:30 and carrying a shopping bag. “You like this suit Jim” she asked with a smirk. Pulling the front straps to the side and off her tits she asked “How about now, is that better?”

Jim, seeing his wife like this and being as horny as he had been in 20 years, was ready to do whatever Kris asked. Kris told him “eyes closed and hands behind your head.” She snapped on the handcuffs and fixed the slave collar on his neck. She then secured the cuff chain to the collar behind his head. At that point Jim was helpless. The hood went on next and she told him he could open his eyes.

“What’s ataşehir escort going on Kris, I still can’t see?”

She said “That’s the plan” and slapped his ass hard. “It’s time to pay the piper big boy, come along now” and led him out to the cabana.

Emily had arrived and arranged the rope restraints already. Kris put the ankle cuffs on Jim and pulled his legs wide to the vertical supports on either side. Emily released the handcuff chain from the collar, linked it to an overhead rope and stretched his arms straight up until his arms and torso were taught. Jim was naked, hooded, stretched taught and completely helpless.

“Wow Kris, I didn’t expect this. What are you doing?”

“It’s time for your introduction to punishment Jim, now be still while I remove this cage.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Who pulled the rope?”

“Emily of course. Now shut up.”

“Emily is here and I’m naked?”

“Yes Jim, I believe you are naked, and on the rise I see. Now I told you to shut up,” and gave him a hard slap on the ass before going to get the bar opened up.

Emily came up front and leaned her chest into Jim, took his balls in her hand and said real quietly “Hey Jim, you remember me saying I wish I could give a good tit fuck.”

“Yes.”

Giving his balls a good squeeze she said “You have a keyholder now Jim, so show women proper respect or it will go badly for you. It’s yes ma’am and I’m Ms Em or Miss Emily. Got it?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Jim wasn’t sure why but Emily’s threat made his dick rise even more, and what she told him next had it rock hard by the time she finished.

“It’s because I want to be able to make Jack cum using my tits, and then have him lick up his cum. He licks it from my pussy, and the crack of my ass, but not from my tits. But Jim, you are going to cum on my tits and lick them clean. When you do you will owe me one less. Kris has already agreed so get used to the idea. It’s not a matter of if, but when, and of who gets to watch.”

“Emily, that is so damn hot.”

“You say that now. It might not be the same rights after you’ve busted a nut.”

“So why don’t you just have Jack jerk himself off on your tits and lick it up?”

“I made an agreement early on, one I now regret, that he would lick up his cum from whatever part of my body made him cum. I stick to my agreements so I won’t make Jack do it. You are a different matter. I can have you jerk off on my tits and lick it up if Kris agrees, and she did.”

“Will you at least rub it all over them first?”

“You bet I will, but you will clean my fingers too.”

“Who gets to watch?”

“Kris for sure. Beyond that, you will just have to wait to find out.”

“Yes ma’am. Can I ask something?”

“Sure.”

“This cum licking like Jack does for you; will I have to do that all the time too?”

“Oh no, just when you cum. Don’t worry, it won’t be that often.”

“I..I’m worried I will have a problem doing it. Like you said, it sounds sexy but after I’ve busted a nut, maybe not so much.”

“Every man in Clover Lane does it without hesitation, and you will too very soon. It just takes a little getting used to, no different from licking pussy or ass worship.”

“But it is different, it is my cum.”

“Like guys don’t love it when a woman sucks them off, takes the load, and swallows?”

“You’ve got a point.”

“Damn right I do, now shut up and imagine sucking my cum covered tits.”

Kris came up and said “Here Jim, drink this, it will help you stay strong for what is to come.”

Holding a glass of Jim’s favorite bourbon to his lips Kris told him, “Down the hatch with it now. It will make things go better.” Unknown to Jim, there was a dose of Viagra dissolved in the bourbon.

Ten minutes later it was 4:00. The refreshments had been delivered, and several other CLFC members had arrived, including Kathy with a hefty leather bag full of what she called her training tools. Kathy, Emily and Kris were going to administer the majority of Jim’s punishment but Melanie, Janice, Breanna, Jess, and Jasmine had come also to enjoy the show and perhaps participate.

Jasmine, a tall lovely but slightly heavy chocolate skinned black woman that Kris had not met before, seemed to be particularly excited. “Oh, will you look at that. Another handsome well built man about to begin his training. Well equipped too. I hope he is an equal opportunity ass licker. There is just nothing like having one of these white boys worship my fat black ass. Emily’s Jack is my favorite so far. Whatever short comings he may have, that man more than makes up for with that long tongue of his. That thing is a snake and dear Emily is so generous with his time.”

At that all the women cracked up.

When things had settled down a bit, Kris stepped up to welcome everyone. As she spoke, she lightly stroked the underside of Jim’s cock to keep him fully erect.

“Thank you all for coming. Ladies, I would like to introduce you to escort ataşehir my gentleman, and the entertainment for this afternoon. His name is Jim and he is about to receive promised punishment for taking too long in accepting the cage.”

The women sniggered among themselves knowing it had only taken two weeks and they were going to get a show out of it.

“As I am unskilled with the lash as yet, Kathy has graciously offered to take the lead this afternoon. Without further delay, I turn it over to her.”

Kathy started off telling them “This is Jim’s introduction to the type of discipline he can expect in the future during training and if correction is needed. As such, we are going to introduce Jim to some of the training tools that will be employed. The hood is to prevent any anticipation on his part of where, when, and with what force a stroke will land. His honest response to each stroke will be there for us to evaluate.”

Kathy pulled out a paddle and handed it to Kris saying “Would you warm up Jim’s ass with this paddle? It’s a safe tool that strikes a broad area so it inflicts some pain but is highly unlikely to break skin. It is an excellent tool for a novice to use to get her point across. We want his ass nice and red all over. Twenty firm strokes should do. Set whatever tempo you feel comfortable with, or change it up and keep him guessing. “

“I’d love to.” Kris quickly delivered 10 moderate blows covering Jim’s ass all over and turning it pink, then changed to harder blows delivered at intermittent times so Jim would not know they were coming. When she finished Jim’s ass was almost bright red, he was sweating and breathing hard, and she was smiling broadly.

Kathy told her “Nice work Kris. That was an excellent warm up and a bit of an attention getter for him I think. Let’s move on.”

Kathy pulled 3 different canes out of her bag saying “canes come in different sizes for slightly different purposes. The fat one is more severe than the paddle but is still wide enough that it is unlikely to break skin. It is more severe because it can be directed to more specific and sensitive spots. Breanna, would you do the honors and deliver the strikes where I indicate?”

Breanna came forward saying “My pleasure.”

Kathy pointed to the location on her own body that she wanted struck. First was the junction of Jim’s ass and thighs which she had Breanna strike three times.

“See ladies, how the cane can get where the wider paddle could not, and the effect it has?”

Next was the front of the thighs which was a complete surprise to Jim. Then to the abdomen and finally a strike to the left nipple which brought quite a groan. None of the strikes were especially hard but they stung and surprised and Jim’s dick had deflated substantially.

Kathy continued “We are going to skip the more narrow cane because it does pretty much the same thing as the wide cane just more severely. So that brings us to the thin or whippy cane. This is a much more severe tool best limited to skilled hands. It inflicts a severe burning pain and can easily break the skin if not used properly. Emily, would you care to demonstrate? Jack is quite familiar with this cane as well as the flogger and Emily is skilled with both. I think it likely that Jack’s enthusiasm in the use of that snake tongue of his has much to do with Emily’s skills.”

That brought another chuckle from the group of women present.

Emily stepped up with the whippy cane and started describing its use. “There is a noticeable sound make by this cane through the air that the recipient can hear just before the strike. However, it is very hard for the location of the strike to be predicted when blindfolded. Being so narrow it can be directed very precisely and used lightly to stimulate or used more forcefully to inflict pain.”

While speaking Emily had started rubbing the frenulum of Jim’s flaccid dick with the cane. She rubbed a bit and then tapped Jim’s left nipple with the tip. Then more rubbing and some light taps to his balls. Then more rubbing as Jim’s dick started to rise until he was at full mast. Then she delivered a strike to his ass immediately followed by one to each nipple. Jim was deflating rapidly and she went back to tapping and rubbing to get him erect again.

Kathy stepped back up and said “The flogger is next girls but let’s take a short break and refill our drinks first. Jim isn’t going to run off on us.”

Kris brought Jim a glass of ice water which he gulped down. “How you doing big boy.”

“I’m OK Kris. If you are having fun I am good with it and I can’t say I don’t deserve it.”

“That’s my man. There is more to come though. It’s going to get tougher. Hang in there for me,” snickering at her own joke.

Once everyone had a fresh drink, Kathy addressed them again saying “The flogger is a special tool, my favorite actually, because it can do so many things in skilled hands. It must be used very carefully due to the wrap effect accelerating ataşehir escort bayan the tips. When used properly it can deliver strokes that I describe as a sensual caress, an attention getter, a sharp rebuke, and a hot iron. It can deliver a broad stroke over a wide area or pinpoint accuracy to a very small target.”

Kris got to see Kathy at her peak with a flogger in each hand, capable of pinpoint strikes with both hands delivered either simultaneously or in rapid succession. As Emily had told her, Kathy truly was an artist and today Jim was her canvass. Kris’ pussy was dripping watching her work.

Kathy went about her task aggressively with confidence in the result. The caressing strokes to his shoulders, buttocks, thighs and cock had him gasping. Simultaneous pinpoint sharp rebukes to his nipples took his breath, attention getters to the abdomen and arm pits and handle taps to his balls had Jim’s mind swirling and he was swaying in his restraints. His torso was drenched in sweat, his breath coming in pants.

With Jim’s mind swirling, not knowing what would come next, Kathy began a series of rapid fire questions. “You learned you had moved into a femdom community and liked the idea, yes?” You’ve watched femdom porn, read femdom stories and had fantasies of Kris being dominant, yes?” “You knew the cage would make Kris the dominant and you the submissive, yes?” You wanted to be caged and for Kris to have the keys, yes?” “You want to be a good submissive and obedient man slut, yes?” “You let yourself be restrained hoping this would happen, yes?”

Kathy never let up with the flogger keeping Jim’s mind swirling so all he could do was answer truthfully. An honest admission of what Kathy knew to be true brought a sensual caress followed by an attention getter then another question. A delay in answering brought an immediate sharp rebuke to his nipples, buttocks or inner thighs. She used the lash to play Jim as he answered every question with a “Yes ma’am.” Kris and Emily were especially excited knowing it was all on video.

After getting Jim’s admission that he wanted to be a sub to Kris, Kathy began describing what would be expected of him going forward. Acceptance of discipline, domestic chores, fitness, complete sexual servitude, proper respect, and finally cleaning up after himself. After each Kathy would ask if he understood. Jim answered with “Yes ma’am” each time. She had left cleaning up messes for last. When Jim said he understood what that meant Kathy said maybe you don’t really. By this time Jim’s cock had been leaking precum for a while but Kathy had ignored it. Now she scooped up a long string leaking from Jim’s cock and rubbed it on the head of his cock. Her fingers were still covered when she said “Look at this mess you have made. Would you lick this cum off Kris’ tits?”

“Yes Miss Kathy.”

“Well then, you can lick it off my fingers” and as she said it she stuck her fingers in Jim’s open mouth. “Lick them clean Jim.”

Jim complied and Kathy said “Good boy.”

Kathy scooped up another glob, smeared it over Jim’s lips and told him to lick it up and clean her fingers. Again Jim complied. He now knew what Emily had said was happening to him and he was expected to lick up his cum. It would be a challenge but he would try for Kris.

“Ladies, this man of Kris’ has been so cooperative today, perhaps we should give him a treat. As we said earlier, the hood isn’t to keep Jim knowing who he is entertaining. We don’t care if he knows who is here watching, in fact I think we should remove the hood and have everyone come up and say hello.” As she said this, she looked around smiling and made a jerking off motion with one hand. “Kris and Emily need no introduction. After I introduce myself, how about you all start from the left and come up and say hello. I think it would be good for Jim to have a mental picture of the women he is entertaining before we continue.”

There was a murmur of approval from the women so Kathy loosened the mask and pulled it up where Jim could see.

It took a bit for his eyes to adjust, then he saw the woman standing before him. She was only a few inches shorter than his 6′ with just the beginnings of gray in her shoulder length blond hair. She had a pretty face with high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes, but her physique is what really shocked him It was shown off by a thong bikini every bit as risqué as Kris’ slingshot. She had 34C breasts with just a bit of sag and was lean and muscular. Years of work in a gym were evident, bordering on bodybuilder level. Not steroid enhanced but natural and chiseled. As Jim took it all in his mouth fell open in astonishment.

“Like what you see I take it?” Jim just nodded dumbly.

Kathy leaned in, pressing her boobs to his chest and said “I do too big boy, I do too” and gave his hardening cock a squeeze before backing off and calling “Next.”

Breanna was next. As she approached, wet from the pool with her long straight blond hair streaming water and wearing a Wicked Weasel bikini that hid nothing of her hourglass figure, Jim was thinking all these women’s clothing combined would not fill a Walmart bag.

Hello Jim, I’m Breanna, nice to see you again.”

In his confusion regarding the “again,” Jim responded with “Hello Breanna.”

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The afternoon sun glinted off the stylish sunglasses of Luna and Ava as they chatted cheerfully to each other, striding down the sidewalk on their way to the main gym of the Landmark Resort. Ava’s spill of dark black hair and Luna’s long, silver-dyed hair made for a perfect “yin-yang” combination, especially — given Luna’s 4-inch boots — that they were both 5’8. Luna’s tight black dress hugged her curves, and left little of her large, bouncing buttcheeks to the imagination. Ava’s purple blouse and jean shorts likewise showed off her impressive figure, though her calling card were those E-cup tits that bobbed and jiggled with every step she took.

Someone approaching the two attractive young women could have been forgiven for not noticing, in tether behind them on a leash, the small, skinny figure of a man on his hands and knees, dressed in a ridiculous black-and-white-striped dog sweater, trying his best to keep up. Next to Luna and Ava, Thomas simply didn’t match up, especially when he was crawling along the sidewalk like he was now. But even if he had been standing upright (which Luna had forbidden him to do), he would still have been physically outclassed, in every sense of the word, by the two girls. At 5’2, with very little of his former muscle mass to speak of, Thomas was a veritable shell of himself.

But he didn’t feel that way — on the contrary, he was more excited than he had been in a long time, despite the chaff of the sidewalk on his knees and palms. Before today, he had never seen Mia work out before; her perfect body had been something of a mystery to him even before she had ensnared him in her clutches and stolen his size, taking over his entire person — mind, body, and soul — in the process. But he had just finished looking at a video of Mia in the gym, performing the most impressive workout he’d ever seen, and now…he was going to witness it in person! It was hot outside, and all this crawling had made Thomas a bit tired out, but right now, he was sweating more from anticipation than anything else.

Just thinking about how huge Mia was now, at 6’3…how much did she weigh!? Watching her deadlift that hulking amount of weight…what was it? Four 45-pound plates on each side!? Plus a couple more 25-pounders?? He began daydreaming about her strength, her power, and her ultimate superiority over him. On one hand, it made him feel almost spiritually crushed to contemplate the depths to which he had fallen these past few weeks. He had been 6’5, in shape…everything! Now he was 5’2, wearing a leash, and crawling along the sidewalk, led by a former fling, Luna, and under Mia’s dominance.

‘Who am I kidding, though?’ he thought to himself, focusing on that massive, muscular, yet still feminine figure of Mia, standing there in the gym, glazed with sweat, winking at the camera. ‘I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now. I’m lucky…the luckiest guy in the world…to be owned by someone like HER.’

“Hey!” barked Luna, jostling him out of his reverie as she tugged on his leash, making him lurch forward a little, “Are you crossing the street with us or not?”

“S-Sorry!” he managed to say, bowing his head as he scampered forward on all fours. By this time, he was used to everyone staring down at him, but crossing the street was doubly embarrassing. He steeled himself, though, and stared up at the huge Executive Hotel building, the main complex of the Landmark Resort, where Mia’s gym was located.

“Aww, look at him,” Ava cooed as they crossed the street and stepped back up onto the sidewalk. She bent down towards him, her black hair spilling down on either side of her tanned face, and lowered her sunglasses, so her dark, gorgeous eyes were staring straight into his. “I think he’s getting nervous now that we’re here!”

“Psssh, nervous!?” laughed Luna, shaking her head, as the sun sparkled off the line of piercings in her ears, “Trust me, Ava — this little doggie can’t wait to get back to his owner. Like, literally, if Thomas had a tail, it’d be wagging like crazy right now.”

“So he’s that into Mia, huh?” Ava chuckled.

“I’d say that’s a bit of an understatement,” Luna declared as she tugged Thomas along, walking through the doors into the gym. “Just watch him when he sees her.”

Coming into this new gym, Thomas was hit with the familiar smells of iron barbells, leather, and sweat; back when he had been a “normal” person who lifted weights, he had gone to a different gym, closer to his apartment. He had never been to the main Landmark Resort gym, and as he went through the doors, his mind unexpectedly wandered back to his former life, to his old gym, to his apartment. He couldn’t help but feel a surreal sense of the crushing reality — the reality of what had been happening to him. How long had it been since he had been back in his apartment? Days? Weeks!? He really had no idea, and he suddenly, weirdly, thought about all the clothes for his 6’5 former self just sitting there in his apartment, folded up in drawers gorukle escort or hanging in the closet, their former owner diminished beyond all recognition. How could it be that such a dramatic change could have come over him in such a short amount of time?

But his brief mind-wandering didn’t last long, because as soon as Luna and Ava led him into the main weight room, his eyes instantly fell on Mia, like they were magnetically attracted to her magnificent body. She was sitting there on a workout bench, with her back turned, banging out easy reps of bicep curls with 40-lb dumbbells. She was facing the wall, which was one long, giant mirror, and as soon as Thomas laid eyes on her, he could see that there was already a huge grin spread across her face. His heart seemed to stop, and he felt the uncontrollable heat of arousal flush his face. She was staring straight at him — her smile hit at his core, and made his limbs feel weak. It had only been a few hours since she had left him with Luna, but Thomas felt like it had been days. He was that hopelessly attached to her. And seeing her now in the gym, her incredible, muscular, feminine body glazed with sweat, was almost more than he could bear. She was only wearing a pair of skimpy black spandex shorts, which seemed stretched to the limits by her powerful thighs, and a black sports bra, which showed off her big, strong back, and her enormous tits which were perfectly complimented by her robust, vigorous arms.

Thomas felt almost emotionally overwhelmed when Mia made eye contact with him through the mirror’s reflection, and even though he was so excited to see her, his eyes naturally darted downward in a show of deference and submission. Despite it being only a reflection of her stare, it was still enough to make him feel completely small, tiny, and overwhelmed in her presence. He heard Ava chuckling behind him:

“Wow…you weren’t kidding, Luna!”

“I know, right!?” Luna replied, reaching down to unhook Thomas’s leash, “He’s literally salivating over her.”

“Well to be fair, so am I,” Ava declared, the admiration obvious in her voice. Apparently she hadn’t seen Mia workout either, at least not since she’d gotten bigger.

“Yeah, kinda hard not to appreciate her, isn’t it?” Luna laughed. The transition had been immediate — a minute before, Luna and Ava were the bosses, and now, they had joined him (though higher up in the hierarchy, of course), in admiration of the REAL boss, who was sitting in front of them. Not able to avoid looking at her some more, Thomas’s eyes traveled slowly up from the floor, and fixed on Mia’s enormous ass, which was spilling over both sides of the workout bench she was sitting on; it was even poking through the open space in between the seat and the reclining part of the bench. Thomas saw that the bodybuilder man, the same one who had been in the video, was sitting on the bench next to Mia, doing some shoulder presses with 60-lb dumbbells. This man was clearly a huge, hulking person, even bigger in real life than on the video — but even though he was massive in every way, his body didn’t completely overwhelm the bench like Mia’s did. Her ass and legs were clearly bigger than his, and it wasn’t even clear whose arms and upper body were bigger. If Thomas was being honest, he would’ve thought that Mia was even a bit bigger there as well.

Just seeing Mia make this guy look small was enough to send Thomas straight back to full-mast. At this point, he wasn’t even thinking about the embarrassment of showing up in a gym in a coller and dog sweater, on his hands and knees, with an erection. He was totally focused on Mia, and the next moment, she finished her final rep, sexually grimacing at the end. She put her dumbbells down on the floor with a large CLUNK and turned around to face them head-on, her perfect skin shining with a sheen of sweat.

“I knew it wouldn’t take my little pet long to get here,” Mia grinned, rising up off the bench and striding straight up to Thomas. Her big, meaty legs looked so powerful, and Thomas could see her muscles flex underneath the firm jiggle of her feminine flesh as she walked up to him. He positively cowered on the floor — she was looming above him now, her hands on her hips. Even her sweat smelled sweet.

“I trust he wasn’t too difficult for you, Luna?” Mia asked.

“He’s the most submissive puppy a pet sitter could ask for!” laughed Luna. “Although I could tell that he was counting the hours until he could see you again.”

“Well,” declared Mia, seeming to stand even taller and prouder as she flexed her muscles in her power-pose, “Who can blame him? Though I have to say, Luna…both you and Ava are looking pretty good these days.”

“Aww, you’re just being nice,” smiled Ava, blushing.

“The boss gave us a compliment!” Luna chastised, playfully punching Ava in the arm. “Just take it!”

“The two of you should come train with me sometime,” Mia said, winking at them as she turned her attention bursa görükle escort down to Thomas. “If you’re feeling…up to it.”

For the next several seconds, Mia didn’t say anything. She just stood there, her hands still on her hips, towering over Thomas, with a knowing, close-lipped grin on her face. A drop of sweat dripped down off her amazing body and fell directly onto Thomas’s cheek. It took all of his self-control not to immediately lap it up.

“Stand up, Thomas,” Mia finally said, and he immediately did so. He found himself staring straight forward into her gigantic breasts, barely held back by her black sports bra. Face-to-face with her glorious tits, Thomas saw that they were literally steaming.

“I’ve spent the last hour getting all pumped up for you,” Mia said in a low, soft voice, taking one step closer so that her erect nipples actually poked Thomas in the cheek. “What do you think? Do you like me at this size?”

“Y-yes…I…I do,” Thomas replied, nodding. He couldn’t bring himself to look up at Mia when she was standing this close to him; he felt like if he had, he would’ve started shaking.

“Mmm, yeah, you’ve never seen me quite like this before, have you?” she continued, allowing him some more time to drink in the overpowering reality of her body.

“N-no…not like this,” Thomas breathed. He didn’t even know how he was making noises now — his throat felt like it was bone-dry.

“And that’s just my front,” Mia teased, abruptly turning around and treating Thomas to an eye-popping view of her immense ass. Her short black spandex left absolutely nothing of her ass’s shape to the imagination, and the next thing Thomas knew, Mia had backed into him, slowly, erotically rubbing her big cheeks up against his lower chest. Thomas froze, and took an involuntary step back to catch his balance — even though she had backed into him gently, the sheer weight of her butt had been enough to knock him back on his heels. But what happened next almost made Thomas lose himself completely and spray his cum all over himself. With her massive ass pressed up against him, Mia began to bounce each cheek, one after the other, flexing them in slow succession so that they were moving in a slow, lustily languorous twerk against him. Thomas audibly sucked in his air, holding his breath, as his face started to get red. He could have backed up away from her ass, but he couldn’t — it seemed to hold him in place, rooted to the floor, while it worked its whiles on his captive body.

“Ooooo, look Ava!” laughed Luna, leaning in and pointing, “He’s really getting tested now.”

“Oh my god,” whispered Ava, her voice nearly tinged with concern, “Look at his face! It looks like he’s about to pop.”

“Well…he is,” stated Luna simply.

She was right. With every alluring, weighty bounce of her incredible ass against his torso, Thomas felt more and more of his resistance give way. He was going to cum; there was nothing…nothing he could do to stop it. He felt his balls seize up, and the base of his cock tightened, preparing to catapult his load.

But just then, right as he was about to shoot, Mia turned her face around, still twerking against him, and looked him dead in the eye, her full lips pursed. She didn’t even need to say anything — the hard, unflinching sparkle in her eye told him one thing: ‘You don’t have permission.’

And just like that, it was like an invisible hand had tightened around his cock and squeezed, preventing his orgasm from happening. Thomas gasped out in desperation, although strangely, in this moment, he felt a wave of gratitude wash over him. She had been attentive to him; she had known exactly the effect she was having on him, and she hadn’t totally abandoned him to his weak, primal instincts. One glance had been all that he needed to remember who controlled his cum, and when and where he shot it.

“All right, enough of that,” Mia chuckled, straightening up and turning back around to face Thomas. “Just a little teaser for my little guy, since I knowwww how much you missed my ass.” She reached her big hand down and ruffled Thomas’s hair, nearly palming his head as she did so. “Why don’t you come over to the mirror with me, Thomas, hmm? Let’s see how you measure up to me.”

Threading her finger through the leash ring on his collar, Mia gently but firmly guided Thomas over to the mirror wall. Luna and Ava followed; they seemed to be taking turns filming what was going on. Thomas was peripherally aware of this, and vaguely wondered what they were filming for…would it end up on the internet? But he just couldn’t devote that much mental energy to anything other than Mia right now.

“So, let’s see,” Mia began, positioning herself next to him in front of the mirror, “You’re 5’2 now, right?”

“Mhm,” Thomas nodded. He couldn’t believe how strong and solid her thigh looked, especially when it was directly next to his skinny body. Could it be…that her thigh was actually as thick around as his waist!?

“And I’m 6’3…13 whole inches taller than you,” Mia purred. Her eyes went over their bodies, going back and forth as she seemed to ponder how the measurement corresponded to the reality in the mirror. “Hmmm, you know, that’s a big number,” she mused after another few moments, “But it seems…like it isn’t enough.” She tilted her head to the side, sticking her tongue into the side of her cheek. Thomas noticed that her sharp nails were painted black, perfectly matching her spandex. Had she done that earlier today, after she left him with Luna?

“Maybe it’s just because I’m so much bigger than you all around,” Mia chuckled. “Here, give me your best double-biceps pose, Thomas. Haha, come on! Show me those big guns!”

Feeling wildly silly, both next to Mia and in the general gym environment, Thomas held up his arms and flexed them. His dog sweater, though small, wasn’t exactly tight on his arms, and so his actual biceps were invisible.

“Oh no, no, that’s no good!” laughed Mia, and she bent down, using her long, strong fingers to roll up the sleeves of his sweater until his upper arms came into view. Thomas winced to himself. He had already looked tiny compared to her, but now that his arms were actually showing, he didn’t just look tiny — he looked pathetic.

“Theeere we go!” cooed Mia, standing back up. “There’s those big, manly arms! Haha, come on Thomas! Flex em’ for me! Give it your all! Show me how biigggg you are!”

As she teased him, Mia slowly lifted up her own arms and flexed them. Thomas felt like he could almost hear her skin tightening around her muscles as they swelled outward. The comparison was ridiculous. Thomas was almost too embarrassed to look, but he couldn’t manage to tear his eyes away.

“Boop, boop, boop!” Mia laughed playfully, bouncing her biceps with each word. “Can you do that, Thomas? Haha come on, put on a show! Make them dance like mine!”

Try as he might, Thomas couldn’t accomplish much by flexing. Whether flexed or unflexed, his biceps looked more or less the same. Ava was the one filming now, and she bent in, bringing the camera in tight to get a close-up view of Thomas’s arms.

“Wow…almost no change at all,” she murmured. “Thomas, looks like you need to work out more, haha!” She rose up and started filming Mia’s arms, and had to take several steps back to get the entirety of her muscles in the shot. Luna, meanwhile, was chatting up the muscle guy who had been working out with Mia before. “I actually had a little fling with that guy a while back,” she was saying, pointing over to Thomas. “Can you believe that?”

“Not really, no!” the man laughed, though his expression was uneasy as he watched Thomas struggle to hold it together next to Mia.

“Well back then he was 6’5, and looked…a lot more like you,” Luna said flirtatiously.

“Aaaand Luna’s working her magic,” Ava chuckled, providing more commentary on the video. “And ooooh, look at this leg comparison!”

Mia had lined her thigh up next to Thomas’s, and was flexing it while placing a big hand on Thomas’s shoulder, gently encouraging him to do the same. Thomas’s erection was painfully obvious, but Mia only seemed intent on making it grow even more with her merciless teasing.

“Are you seeing this, Thomas?” she was murmuring down to him, her voice barely above an incredulous whisper, “Do you see how small you are compared to me?”

“Y-yes,” breathed Thomas, his cheeks burning crimson from a turgid combination of embarrassment and arousal.

“Here, I’m actually curious about something,” Mia pondered, and her eyes traveled over to the barbell on the floor next to them, which was still fully weighted-up from the deadlifts Mia had been doing before. She walked over to it, counting the iron plates on either side.

“Soooo…four 45’s plus a 25 on each side,” she hummed, “Plus bar, which is 45…that makes 455!” And positioning herself right at the middle of the bar, she bent down, drew back her shoulders, and proceeded to bang out a series of five solid reps. Only the last one looked marginally difficult, and Mia still managed to pull it up without straining too hard. Each time she dropped the weight down ( in a controlled motion), Thomas felt the floor shake beneath him. It was an unimaginably heavy weight, and she was only barely breaking a sweat.

*BAM*

Mia dropped the weight down on her final rep and stood there, fanning herself as she wiped her brow.

“Whoooo I felt those!” she laughed, “How many sets was that, Mikey?”

“Uhm…” answered the muscled guy, who had been immersed in Luna’s advances, “That was…damn Mia, that was your fifth set! I don’t know how you do it!”

“Mind power, Mikey!” Mia declared, pointing to her head, before smirking down at Thomas.

“Okay, now you!” she ordered, pointing to the bar.

“M-Me!?” Thomas stammered, befuddled.

“Yes, you!” Mia smiled. “I wanna see you try and lift it!”

Thomas knew that there was no way he could lift that weight, but Mia had given him a command, and so he stepped up, bent down, and pulled with all his might. He may as well have been trying to move the Statue of Liberty — the weight didn’t budge.

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I knew I was gay from the age of fourteen, I had been fantasising and looking at the men on the television, never the woman. I felt like a freak, a total and utter freak of nature. That was until I met Ben, he made me realise that I wasn’t something out of a horror movie waiting around the corner, waiting to gnarl a small boy with my manhood, making him cry for his mother. Instead I felt like I belonged somewhere, and that was with Ben.

I’m eighteen now and am basically as horny as they come, a sexually frustrated teenager who has a crush on his best and only friend. I couldn’t believe it, Ben appeared in most of my fantasises, It was unbelievable how he had turned form my role-model into something more … and I hoped he didn’t know, I couldn’t bare it if he knew that I fancied him, or even that I thought of him that way. I sigh to myself, knowing that life is just difficult, I never go out and I don’t smoke or drink, my parents did teach me something, even if it wasn’t how to be straight.

“John!” I hear someone calling my name, the beautiful English pronunciation hitting my ears, I know its Ben, he never says hey or hi, it’s always John. Sometimes it makes my heart shudder and beat faster, knowing that the person I wanted was nearby … was calling for me. Seeing him enter my room sent a shiver down my spin, he was wearing what I called his pulling outfit, tight light blue skinny jeans, a blue tank top showing his one tattoo of the milky way, he was quite a nerd … a rather hot nerd I always thought. And the one thing that made me shiver, his black and silver starred silk scarf wrapped around his neck, the one leg hanging down his barely concealed chest.

“Hey Ben.” I say, voice barely above a whisper as I watch his movements as he walks to my bed. “What you doing here?” I ask him, still kind of confused as to why he would be wearing his ‘pulling’ outfit and not be out their pulling some bloke. He was like me, a virgin as well yet he knew how to tease a man and get his ways with him without being breached or shagging the man. I think he only kisses and gives blow jobs if I’m honest, I have never heard him brag, he just says what he has done and that is the end of it, we share everything, even when we masturbate, we share what had happened to make us want to. Some would assume us to be boyfriends, but we’re not.

“I wondered if you wanted to come out to the park with me …” Ben maltepe escort asked me, I was rather shocked if I’m honest. In all our years of knowing each other he hadn’t once asked me to go with him to the park, it had always been his other friends, I was jealous, I can admit that. But now? I was shocked out of my mind. “I mean you don’t have to, I was just wondering you know cause I kinda like you ya know, like really like you.”

“Uh …” I couldn’t say anything, my mouth was open yet no words seemed to escape, I figured I looked like a goldfish, mouth hanging and bobbing open, trying to speak yet unable to get the words out. I clear my throat and try again. “Uh, yeah I would love to.” I say and give him my best ever smile, the one I only reserve for times when I am too overjoyed to be able to say much.

Once getting to the park we made our way to the grassy area where the kids tend to play football and rugby. I like it here at night time, it is always quite and you get a sense of belonging with the hooting of the owls and the sounds the trees make as the wind blows through them. I smile and lay down our blanket, knowing that we were not going to sit down on a rather muddy field and risk our parents having a go because our clothes need an extra spin in the washing machine.

“Sit down!” Ben shouted at me, pulling me by the hem of my rather large t-shirt. I fell into a rather muddy piece of grass, having missed the blanket by at least 3 yards. Pouting I give him the finger, knowing he will only laugh and tell me not to dirty the blanket. “Get them dirty things off!” He says to me, I blush yet so as he tells me, slowly removing my dirtied trousers, putting them to the side of the blanket and putting my coat over my legs, just in case anyone was to walk by.

“I feel … exposed.” I say, blushing so hard my face turns pink along with my neck and arms, I haven’t ever been this naked in public, I had been brought up to never walk around half dressed in a public area. But I swear Ben is changing me, and I assume it is for the better. I can see Ben blushing slightly and I know something is going on inside his head, I am nervous yet excited at the same time. Part of me wonders whether it’s the chance I’ve been waiting for or whether he is going to tell me he has this stunning new boyfriend, one I would love to meet.

“Can I uh … make love to you?” He manavgat escort asks me, making me blink at the full moon and look at him. Wondering if I heard him correctly I make him repeat his words to me again. I’m flabbergasted, and I am the goldfish again, mouth moving with no words coming out. So I just nod, knowing that he will know that I couldn’t speak for shock. He smiled and leans in to kiss me, my palms are so sweaty by now that I feel if I put them down they will just slide, so I keep them clung to my chest, as I let our lips touch and melt together, almost like we were born for each other.

I moan a little as Ben leans over me, making me lay down on the tartan blanket my grandmother had given me from Scotland. He licks over my neck, while hauling my t-shirt from my chest. I blush when it is off, knowing I am nearly fully exposed to him. I have never felt so scared and happy at the same time in my life. I bush yet again when I feel my boxers being tugged down my legs, revealing my full 6 inch cock for all it was worth, standing saluting Ben. I can see him grin as he eagerly gets rid of his own clothes, I gasp when his boxers comes off. I knew how big he was, a whopping 10 inches, but I never thought it would look that big!

“Am I gonna be able to take that?” I ask him, blushing even more now I have asked the question I have asked myself so many times in my fantasises. I feel stupid for it, he just smiled and nods at me, reassuring me that I can, and if I find it too sore to tell him. I agree and we kiss again, tongues battling for dominance and hips thrusting together, both our hard cocks rubbing against each other, sending pleasure spiralling up our spins. I moan into his shoulder when our kiss stopped, he knew what I wanted and I knew what he wanted, which is what we got. He pulled a small bottle of lube from his coat pocket and warmed a little up n his fingers before opening my legs up wide. I moan when I feel his index finger play with my tight hole, rubbing it before slipping inside of me, I gasp and arch up slightly, moaning from the small amount of pain from being breached to the pleasure of his finger inside of me.

When Ben is done preparing me, my face is red and I am moaning like there is no tomorrow, I never thought that having yourself probed by someone else would be as great as this, it seemed I was wrong. I watch him lube up his cock marmaris escort after putting a condom on, I insisted. Ben rests the head of his cock at my entrance, I moan an push back a little, it encourages him enough to slip the head inside of me, not going any further as I wince with the pain. “God!” I wince harder, yet relax as it subsides and pleasure takes over, after that its a dawdle. He slips the rest of his cock inside me, up to the hilt. I’m moaning and wriggling, the feeling I have is one of fullness, I have never felt like this before!

I cling to Ben’s shoulders as he fucks me gently, lovingly at first, yet starts off a harder rhythm, obviously going from a song in his own head. I can’t take it for much longer as he reaches between us and takes my cock into his hand, spreading the pre-cum so my member is nice and wet for stroking. I moan an arch up harder than before, rubbing both our sweaty chests together, I’m panting and moaning his name, crying out sometimes when he hits that special spot inside me, making me shiver and moan. Finally, I arch up as he slams inside me, hitting that spot again so I cry out and cum, moaning his name as I convulse with the orgasm he has just given me. As I come down from my high, it is met with Ben’s orgasm flooding inside of my, I moan loudly as I feel it spurting in me, Ben still thrusting, obviously lost in his own orgasm, like I was a few minutes ago.

After a few minutes of laying there, Ben pulls out of me, making me moan as I regain the feeling of emptiness, now I know that I will only be truly happy when I’m with Ben in our special moments. I cuddle up to him, content for now, not caring if anyone sees, or what I say. “I love you.” I whisper, unaware until I feel him kiss my hair and say it back to me, I smile, knowing I now have a boyfriend that I love.

Getting to my place I put my trousers in the washing machine while Ben makes himself at home in my bedroom, no doubt looking for dirty magazines and cum stains on my bed. I give a little chuckle at the thought, yet when I go into my bedroom, it is to find a ring-box laying on my bed. Curious I go over, opening it I gasp to find a silver ring, with my name on it. I’m too shocked for words to even shout for Ben and tell him some random stalker has gotten into my bedroom.

“It’s for you babe, its a promise ring. I have one, it’s to promise we won’t ever cheat or leave each other.” Ben says to me, I’m tearing up, I can feel it and see it yet I nod and hug him with the strength I have left in me tonight. Letting him slip the ring on my finger I kiss him gently, secure in the knowledge that me and Ben will be together for a long time, at least its what I believe … it’s what I hope.

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Teil 07:Mama kommt zu Besuch

Unser geiler Spieleabend ging bis in die frühen Morgenstunden. Wir blieben zusammen, sprachen über das Geschehene, diskutierten über unsere Zukunft, wurden bei dem Gedanken an weitere Freuden erneut geil und fielen wieder übereinander her. Ich hatte irgendwann aufgehört, meine Orgasmen zu zählen, die mir an dem Abend von allen möglichen Familienmitgliedern bereitet wurden. Es kam mir so normal vor, Sex im Kreise der Familie zu erleben, so als wäre es das Natürlichste auf der Welt. Dabei wäre ich früher nie auf den Gedanken gekommen, mich meinen Kindern zu nähern. Doch jetzt hatte ich es getan und wollte es nicht mehr missen. Marions Familie blieb über Nacht bei uns und am frühen Morgen beschlossen wir, uns nun regelmäßig zu treffen und gemeinsame intensive Sexfreuden zu erleben. Ich war froh, dass wir nun endlich keine Geheimnisse mehr vor Stefan hatten und jeder Einzelne im Bilde war, was in unserer Familie abging. Beinahe jeder Einzelne.

Wie es der Zufall wollte, kündigte meine Mutter bald schon ihren Besuch an. Inge, die Mutter von Marion und mir, ist eine rüstige Rentnerin, die mit ihren 63 Jahren noch gut unterwegs ist und das Leben so gut es geht genießt. Mein Vater war vor einigen Jahren gestorben, und Mama war erstaunlich gut alleine zurechtgekommen. Soweit ich wusste, hatte sie keinen neuen Lebenspartner gesucht und lebt zurzeit alleine. Was ihre sexuellen Bedürfnisse anbetraf, tappte ich im Dunkeln, was mir aber keine schlaflosen Nächte bereitete. Hin und wieder kam meine Mutter auf die Idee, Marion und mir einen Spontanbesuch abzustatten. Dies war mal wieder so einer und Mama beschloss, uns über ein verlängertes Wochenende zu besuchen. Marion und ich teilten uns die Unterbringung abwechselnd auf, und jetzt war ich dran, Mama bei uns zu Hause aufzunehmen. Mir war natürlich sofort klar, was der Besuch für unsere neu geschaffene Familiensituation bedeutete. Die Freizügigkeit, das Necken, der spontane Sex am Küchentisch … All das war nicht möglich, solange meine Mutter bei uns war.

Ich sprach mit Jasmin und Mark und verkündete ihnen den Besuch ihrer Großmutter. Beide freuten sich darauf, meine Mutter mal wieder zu sehen und konnten es verschmerzen, für ein paar Tage auf innige Familienzusammenkünfte zu verzichten. Am nächsten Freitagnachmittag holte ich meine Mutter vom Bahnhof ab. Jasmin begleitete mich. Als Mama uns auf dem Bahnsteig erblickte, strahlte sie über das ganze Gesicht und drückte uns an ihre Brust. Sie strahlte Jasmin an und schüttelte verzückt den Kopf. „Meine Güte … Du bist nicht nur groß, sondern auch verdammt hübsch geworden. Stehen die Männer nicht Schlange bei dir an?”

Meine Mutter war schon immer eine Frau klarer Worte gewesen. Sie redete selten um den heißen Brei herum. Ich lächelte und meinte: „Das gute Aussehen hat sie bestimmt von dir … Hallo, Mama.”

Mama winkte ab und zwinkerte Jasmin zu. „Hast du aktuell einen Freund?”

Meine Tochter sah mich fragend an, wandte sich dann an ihre Großmutter und verneinte. Jetzt war ich an der Reihe. „Und was ist mit dir? Kein Mann in Sicht? Jetzt sag aber nicht, dass du mit der Männerwelt bereits abgeschlossen hast.”

Ich verkniff mir ein Lächeln und nahm meiner Mutter das Gepäck ab. „Lass uns mal zum Auto gehen. Wir können bestimmt später noch über unser Liebesleben sprechen.”

Es war vereinbart, dass Marion und ihre Familie uns am Samstag besuchen kommen würden. Den ersten Abend würden wir im Kreise meiner Familie verbringen. Meine Kinder, Mama und ich aßen gemeinsam zu Abend. Mama fragte uns neugierig aus und wollte alles über Marks und Jasmins Leben in Erfahrung bringen. Wie lief es in der Schule, welchen Hobbys gingen sie nach und was waren ihre Zukunftspläne? Dann kam sie auf das Thema Liebesbeziehungen zu sprechen und bohrte nach.

Mama blickte Jasmin scharf an. „Jetzt verrate mir doch mal … Hast du schon viele Männerherzen gebrochen?”

Jasmin zuckte die Achseln. Ich spürte, wie unwohl sie sich in ihrer Haut fühlte. Wie sollte sie auch antworten, ohne das sündige Familiengeheimnis zu offenbaren? Ich kam meiner Tochter zur Hilfe und meinte: „Jetzt sei doch nicht so neugierig, Mama.”

„Gut. Dann kommen wir zu dir.”

Meine Mutter taxierte mich streng und fragte: „Wann wird es in deinem Leben einen neuen Partner geben?”

„Muss es den denn geben?”

„Du bist 42″, stellte meine Mutter fest. „Du bist zu jung, um als alte Jungfer durchs Leben zu gehen.”

„Was ist mit dir?”, konterte ich. „Auch du bist mit deinen 63 noch nicht zu alt, um einen weiteren Frühling zu erleben.”

Mama schmunzelte. „Wer sagt denn, dass ich abstinent lebe?”

Ich sah meine Mutter fragend an. „Also gibt es da jemanden?”

Mama druckste herum und genoss es sichtlich, dass sie mir etwas vorenthalten konnte. „Ich sage mal so … Ich habe zwischen den Beinen noch lange kein Moos angesetzt.”

„Oma”, beschwerte sich Jasmin. Mark grinste schelmisch. Ich wurde neugierig. „Erzähl schon.”

Mama zierte sich, aber ich ataşehir escort war mir sicher, dass sie sich mir früher oder später anvertrauen würde. Sie kicherte und blickte mich eingehend an. „Vielleicht habe ich ja sogar mehr Sex als du, mein Schatz?”

Ich wollte nicht widersprechen, blieb aber neugierig. „Wer ist es?”

„Niemand Bestimmtes.”

„Hä?”, fragte Mark verständnislos.

Mama blickte in die Runde und grinste von einem Ohr zum anderen. Sie seufzte vernehmlich und setzte dann zu einer Erklärung an. „Wisst ihr … Wenn alte Leute sich treffen, spielen sie nicht nur Bingo.”

„Und das bedeutet was genau?”, fragte ich nach.

„Wenn du es unbedingt wissen willst … Ich treffe mich regelmäßig mit Bekannten … Um die alten Knochen hin und wieder zu bewegen.”

Ich ließ die Information sacken und glaubte dann zu wissen, worauf Mama anspielte. „Du hast Sex mit mehreren Männern?”

Mama schwieg und lächelte.

„Alle Achtung.”

„Super, Oma”, lobte Jasmin.

Meine Mutter warf mir einen scharfen Blick zu. „Siehst du jetzt, warum ich nicht nachvollziehen kann, dass dein Sexleben brachliegt?”

„Wer sagt denn, dass ich keinen Sex erlebe?”

Ich überlegte, ob ich meine Mutter ins Vertrauen ziehen durfte. Aber es machte bestimmt einen Unterschied, ob man sich mit bekannten Rentnern zum Sex verabredete oder ob man seine Gelüste innerhalb der Familie auslebte. Ich beschloss, unser Geheimnis nicht zu offenbaren und versuchte, vom Thema abzulenken. „Sag mal … Besitzt du eigentlich noch den Wellensittich?”

„Jetzt lenke mal nicht vom Thema ab”, beschwerte sich Mama. „Ich bin nicht hergekommen, um über Vögel zu sprechen. Lass uns doch lieber über Vögeln diskutieren.”

Ich erkannte meiner Mutter kaum wieder. So locker und aufgeschlossen hatte ich sie lange nicht erlebt. Was es aus alten Menschen machte, wenn deren Sexualität plötzlich wieder erwachte … Aber mir gefiel ihre Offenheit und ich nahm mir vor, die ein oder andere Andeutung fallen zu lassen.

„Ich freue mich für dich, dass du dein Leben noch in vollen Zügen genießt … Ich kann dir versichern, dass es mir an nichts fehlt, was dieses Thema betrifft.”

„Dann erzähl doch, wer es dir besorgt”, forderte meine Mutter nachdrücklich.

„Darf denn Privates nicht privat bleiben?”

„Herrgott … Du machst da einen Aufstand draus”, fand Mama und wandte sich an ihren Enkel. „Verrätst du deiner Oma wenigstens, ob es eine junge hübsche Dame in deinem Leben gibt?”

Mark sah mich fragend an, dann wandte er sich meiner Mutter zu und zuckte die Achseln. „Klar gibt es die … Sogar mehrere.”

Meine Mutter zeigte sich zufrieden und streifte mich mit einem Seitenblick. Dann richtete sie ihre Aufmerksamkeit auf Mark. „Und?”

Mark saß lässig auf der Couch und zuckte erneut die Schultern. „Ich treffe mich mit drei Frauen gleichzeitig … Zwei sind 18, die andere ein Jahr älter.”

„Sind sie hübsch?”

„Sehr … Und wirklich niedlich … heiß.”

„Als ich in deinem Alter war, hatte ich auch noch so viel Feuer im Blut. Damals ging es richtig zur Sache”, berichtete meine Mutter.

Ich sah sie strafend an. „Mama!”

Sie ignorierte meine Äußerung und fuhr fort. „In meinem jetzigen Alter lasse ich es ruhiger angehen, was aber nicht heißt, dass ich es nicht auch hin und wieder mal krachen lasse … Auch wenn es manchmal die müden Knochen sind, die knacken.”

Mama sah Mark neugierig an. „Und die drei Hübschen wissen nichts voneinander?”

Ich musste mir ein Grinsen verkneifen, da meiner Mutter ja nicht bewusst war, dass Mark von seiner Schwester und seinen beiden Cousinen sprach. Hätte Mama das gewusst …

„Doch. Wir hatten bereits gemeinsam sehr viel Spaß”, erklärte Mark.

Jasmin kicherte schelmisch. Meine Mutter blickte mich fragend an. Schöpfte sie Verdacht? Glaubte sie, wir wollten sie veralbern? Jetzt wandte sich Mama an Jasmin. „Und du … Tanzt du auch auf mehreren Hochzeiten?”

Jasmin sah mich Hilfe suchend an. Ich schüttelte kaum merklich den Kopf. Jasmin dachte nach und meinte dann: „Es gibt da zwei Männer. Einen in meinem Alter und einen älteren.”

„Aha … Erfahrung schadet ja nicht”, stellte meine Mutter fest. Jetzt warf sie mir einen kritischen Blick zu. „Wie du hörst, haben deine Kinder ihren Spaß. Und du?”

„Ich auch, doch ich gehe nicht damit hausieren.”

Mama gab sich mit der Aussage zunächst zufrieden und stand auf. „Ich verschwinde mal im Bad.”

Nachdem sie das Wohnzimmer verlassen hatte, steckten wir die Köpfe zusammen. Ich funkelte meine Kinder an. „Seid ihr verrückt? Ihr könnt doch nicht solche Andeutungen machen.”

Mark zuckte die Achseln. „Wieso …? Ich finde das lustig.”

„Glaubst du nicht, wir könnten unser Geheimnis vor Oma offenbaren?”, fragte meine Tochter.

„Ja, immerhin ist sie doch locker drauf und lässt selber nichts anbrennen”, ergänzte Mark.

Ich schüttelte energisch den Kopf. „Auch wenn Oma gut drauf ist und anzügliche escort ataşehir Bemerkungen macht, weiß ich nicht, wie sie reagieren würde, sollte sie von uns erfahren. Es wird besser sein, sich bedeckt zu halten.”

Als meine Mutter ins Wohnzimmer zurückkehrte, verzichtete sie darauf, das bisherige Thema erneut anzuschneiden. Wir unterhielten uns über alles Mögliche und mieden bewusst schlüpfrige Themen. Nach einer Weile erklärte Mama uns, dass sie müde sei und sich ins Gästezimmer zurückziehen wollte. Ich räumte das Wohnzimmer auf und setzte mich dann vor den Fernseher. Meine Kinder suchten ihre Zimmer auf und ich nahm an, dass meine Mutter bald den Schlaf der Gerechten finden würde. Nach einer Weile gesellte sich Jasmin zu mir. Sie war in ein knappes Nachthemd geschlüpft und sah zum Anbeißen aus. Sie setzte sich neben mich auf die Couch und schmiegte sich an mich. Gemeinsam sahen wir uns eine Dokumentation an, die mehr langweilig als alles andere war. Während mir langsam die Augen zuzufallen drohten, schob Jasmin ihre Hand unter mein Oberteil und streichelte mit den Fingern über meinen Bauch. Das fühlte sich angenehm an und ich bremste sie nicht. Dann spürte ich plötzlich die Finger meinen Hosenbund passieren und ich schreckte auf.

„Nein … Oma ist doch nebenan.”

„Aber die schläft doch”, meinte Jasmin und schob ihre Hand tiefer in meine Hose.

Ich umfasste ihr Handgelenk und hielt sie vom weiteren Vordringen ab, auch wenn ich ehrlich bedürftig nach zärtlichen Streicheleinheiten war. „Lass uns auf Nummer sicher gehen und uns so lange zurückhalten, bis Oma wieder gefahren ist. Danach können wir alles nachholen.”

Jasmin zog ihre Hand zurück und nickte zustimmend. Sie lehnte sich an mich und zusammen dämmerten wir vor dem Fernseher dahin. Dann unternahm Jasmin einen neuen Versuch, mich zu überreden. Sie schob ihre Hand unter mein Oberteil, unter dem ich keinen BH trug. Ich spürte ihre Finger auf meiner Brust und zuckte zusammen. Ein wohliges prickelndes Gefühl machte sich in mir breit und ich wollte unbedingt weitere Zärtlichkeiten in Anspruch nehmen.

„Nein, lass das”, bat ich halbherzig und genoss gleichzeitig das Spiel an meiner aufgeblühten Knospe. Ich wusste, dass ich Jasmin besser stoppen sollte, doch dem stand mein Bedürfnis nach geilem Spaß entgegen.

Ich versuchte, mich auf den Fernseher zu konzentrieren und Jasmins Berührungen zu ignorieren, doch je länger sie an meinen Nippeln spielte, umso geiler wurde ich. Kurz darauf lüftete ich mein Top und legte beide Brüste frei. Ich blieb sitzen und betrachtete den Bildschirm. Jasmin beugte sich über meinen Oberkörper und bedachte beide Brustspitzen mit einem sanften Zungenspiel. Mit lustvollem Stöhnen warf ich den Kopf in den Nacken. Ich drehte mich zur Tür um und realisierte, dass diese angelehnt war und niemand uns beobachtete. Ich stieß Jasmin sanft zur Seite und drückte sie rücklings auf die Sitzfläche der Couch. In Windeseile hatte ich ihr das Höschen herab gestreift und vergrub meinen Kopf in ihrem Schoß. Ich genoss es, die feuchte Möse meiner Tochter mit der Zunge zu verwöhnen und erfreute mich an den stetigen spitzen Seufzern, die Jasmin ausstieß. Dann zog ich mich zurück, setzte mich hin und zog meine Beinkleider aus. Ich blieb breitbeinig sitzen und erwartete das Verwöhnprogramm durch meine junge Gespielin. Jasmin nahm ihre Aufgabe an und brachte ihre Zunge ins Zielgebiet. Ich schluckte einen fälligen Lustlaut herunter und schloss die Augen. Jeder noch so feine Zungenschlag setzte mir zu, und ich hatte längst meine Vorbehalte zum Sex mit meiner Mutter unter unserem Dach beiseitegeschoben. Das sollte sich noch rächen.

„Was treibt ihr da?”

Ich riss die Augen auf und schreckte zusammen. Ich warf den Kopf zur Seite und sah meine Mutter neben der Couch stehen. Sie trug einen Bademantel und starrte Jasmin und mich ungläubig an. Meine Tochter hatte sich aus meinem Schoß zurückgezogen und saß nun wie zur Salzsäule erstarrt am Ende der Couch. Ich beeilte mich, meine Hose mitsamt Höschen hochzuraffen und spürte, wie mir die Nervosität in die Glieder gefahren war. Jetzt war doch geschehen, was niemals hätte passieren dürfen. Ich blickte Mama unsicher an. Sie stand mit verschränkten Armen vor uns und musterte Jasmin und mich mit kritischem Blick.

„Ist das der Grund, warum du keine Beziehung zu einem Mann eingegangen bist?”

Mir fehlten die Worte und ich verhaspelte mich. „Ich … nein … wir … Mist.”

Von Jasmin konnte ich keine Unterstützung erwarten. Auch wenn sie zuvor vorgeschlagen hatte, meine Mutter einzuweihen, schien sie davon nun nichts mehr wissen zu wollen. Also musste ich zusehen, wie wir die Situation aufgelöst bekamen.

„Setz dich doch bitte hin.”

Mama zögerte, nahm dann aber im Sessel Platz. Ich sammelte meine Gedanken und blickte meine Mutter reumütig an. „Ich muss glaube ich nicht drum herum reden … Du hast ja gesehen, was hier auf der Couch geschehen ist.”

„Habe ich das?”

Ich beantwortete die Frage nicht. „Hör mal, Mama … Seit einiger Zeit ataşehir escort bayan … hat sich da etwas innerhalb der Familie entwickelt.”

„Zwischen dir und Jasmin oder sind auch noch andere beteiligt?”, fragte meine Mutter neugierig.

Jasmin und ich tauschten Blicke aus. Sollte ich Mama anlügen oder ihr reinen Wein einschenken? Machte es das Ganze weniger schlimm, wenn sie annahm, ich hätte nur Sex mit meiner Tochter und nicht mit allen anderen? Ich horchte in mich und dachte an mögliche Konsequenzen. Dann war ich der Meinung, dass das Kind ohnehin in den Brunnen gefallen war und Mama mit dem ein oder anderen Szenario gleichermaßen umgehen konnte.

„Es ist so … Jasmin und ich … Es hat sich irgendwie ergeben.”

„Habt ihr einfach so über Nacht entschieden, euch untereinander zu vergnügen?”

„Mehr oder weniger”, gab ich zu.

„Und Mark?”

„Ist auch dabei”, bestätigte ich.

„Damit ich das jetzt richtig verstehe”, begann Mama. „Dein Sohn schläft mit dir und hat auch Sex mit seiner Schwester. Und Jasmin und du vergnügt euch ebenfalls … Und Marion?”

Ich hatte keine Ahnung, wieso Mama annahm, dass meine Schwester involviert sein könnte. Ich verspürte in diesem Moment das unbändige Verlangen, reinen Tisch zu machen und mit offenen Karten zu spielen.

„Seit kurzer Zeit ist auch Marions Familie mit von der Partie.”

Meine Mutter nickte und schwieg. „Und wie muss ich mir das vorstellen? Ihr trefft euch alle und dann treibt ihr es wild untereinander?”

Ich blickte meiner Mutter tief in die Augen. „Ich kann mir vorstellen, dass es für dich ein Schock sein muss. Wir sind aber alle glücklich mit dieser Lösung und genießen unsere Zusammenkünfte. Mir ist klar, dass es verboten ist und moralisch bedenklich. Ich würde auch nie auf die Idee kommen, damit hausieren zu gehen, aber …”

„Jetzt halte mal die Luft an”, bremste mich meine Mutter.

Ich schwieg und sah sie fragend an. Scheinbar dachte Mama nach und schien ihre nächsten Worte sorgsam abzuwägen. „Also gut … ich bin nicht schockiert, aber überrascht. Mir waren eure eigenartigen Sexbeichten vorhin ohnehin komisch vorgekommen. Dass Mark Sex mit mehreren Frauen hat … Er meinte dann wohl Familienmitglieder.”

Ich beantwortete die Frage nicht.

„Und bei dem reifen Sexpartner von Jasmin handelt es sich dann wohl um Marions Mann, oder?”

Jasmin nickte zustimmend.

„Mm … Damit hatte ich natürlich nicht gerechnet”, meinte meine Mutter. „Ich muss aber zugeben, dass sich das alles ganz schön spannend anhört … Absolut verboten, aber eben spannend.”

„Du denkst jetzt hoffentlich nicht schlecht über uns?”, fragte ich vorsichtig nach.

„Frag mich das noch einmal, nachdem ich eine Nacht drüber geschlafen habe”, erklärte sie mir. „Ihr seid alt genug, allesamt erwachsen, also wisst ihr, was ihr da tut.”

Ich sah Mama eindringlich an. Ich hätte gerne gewusst, was sie in den Moment dachte. Verurteilte sie unser Handeln? Schämte sie sich für ihre Töchter?

„Was denkst du, Mama?”

Sie ließ mich einen Augenblick zappeln. Dann atmete sie hörbar aus. „Was ich denke …? Ich frage mich gerade, ob es eine Möglichkeit gibt, bei euch mitzumachen.”

Damit hatte ich nicht gerechnet. Meinte sie das ernst?

„Was meinst du damit?”

„Wie fühle ich mich denn, wenn alle in meiner Familie Spaß haben und nur ich nicht?”, entgegnete meine Mutter. „Oder bin ich euch zu alt?”

„Nein, nein”, beeilte ich mich zu erwidern. „Ich dachte nur, dass du …”

„Was?”

„Ich weiß auch nicht. Ich fühle mich gerade ein wenig überfordert”, gab ich zu.

Mama lächelte schelmisch. „Und wenn ihr mich nicht mitmachen lassen wollt, könnte ich doch wenigstens zusehen, oder?”

Ich nickte eifrig. „Klar … Was stellst du dir denn vor?”

„Ist Mark noch wach?”

„Nehme ich an. Warum?”

Mama grinste. „Vielleicht könnte ich ja zusehen, wie meine beiden Enkelkinder etwas Verbotenes anstellen.”

Ich glaubte, mich in einem falschen Film zu bewegen. Seit wann war meine Mutter so locker drauf und bereit, mit allen Tabus zu brechen? Natürlich hatte ich mir nie Gedanken über die Hemmschwelle bei meiner Mutter gemacht. Würde sie selber verbotene Dinge anstellen, weil es ihrer Lusterfüllung diente? Dass sie nicht so konservativ wie mein Vater war, hatte ich längst bemerkt. Vielleicht lag es in unseren Genen, dass wir so hemmungslos und offen mit unseren Bedürfnissen umgingen. Ich spürte, wie aufgeregt und kribbelig ich geworden war. Als Mama Jasmin und mich erwischt hatte, hatte mich das schockiert. Jetzt fühlte ich mich gelöst und freute mich auf eine neue Erfahrung. Ich wandte mich an Jasmin. „Sieh doch mal nach, ob dein Bruder wach ist.”

Meine Tochter eilte aus dem Raum. Ich blieb mit Mama alleine zurück.

„Du hättest nicht gedacht, dass ich das so gut aufnehme, oder?”, fragte sie mich.

„Nicht wirklich.”

„Du würdest dich wundern, aber auch ich habe es manchmal faustdick hinter den Ohren.”

Mark betrat in Begleitung seiner Schwester das Wohnzimmer. Ich nahm an, dass Jasmin ihn bereits ins Bild gesetzt hatte. Er trug ein T-Shirt und eine Boxer-Shorts und blieb mit Jasmin neben der Couch stehen. Ich räusperte mich und wandte mich an meinen Sohn. „Äh … Oma weiß von uns und jetzt würde sie gerne zusehen, wie Jasmin und du …”

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A cold, creeping shudder began to spread down Lucas’s spine. He felt his eyebrows coming down and together as he stared blankly into Brooke’s face. He shouldn’t be reacting this way internally — why was it happening!? It was cold dread that was now spreading out from his spine to the rest of his body. Brooke had made a simple request, and from the little twinkle in those green eyes, surely she was just playing around with him as usual, right!?

But something in Lucas’s brain balked, and seemed to scream “no!” His eyes, seemingly of their own volition, went slightly up from her eyes, to the top of her head, which was nearly even with his line of sight. This…this couldn’t be right. Even if the stadiometer was accurate, and Brooke was actually 5’9, he was still 4 whole inches taller than her. But this comparison now…it didn’t really seem to reflect that. Brooke definitely looked taller and fuller. But…could it really be, too, that he was…shorter!?

“W-we…we don’t have any time for shenanigans, ok Brooke?” he heard himself say, as he retreated away from the stadiometer and back towards the safety of his desk.

“Awww come onnnn, why not?” whined Brooke playfully, pouting her lips in mock-disappointment. “It’ll be fun, comparing us both, don’t you think? And besides…I think you look shorter, Lucas.”

“I…what? You do?” he blurted out, leaning down slightly as he put both hands on the side of his desk, facing her. He hadn’t been able to hide his anxiety.

“And I can see I’m not the only one who thinks so,” purred Brooke sexily, sauntering up to him as her D-cup breasts bounced bigger and bigger with each approaching, catwalking step. When she finally reached him, Brooke stood up proudly to her full height, inflating her chest in the process, so that her body swelled to proportions that Lucas hadn’t seen yet. Her already-torn dress stretched some more over her large, heavy, protruding breasts, threatening to tear still more fabric, as her erect nipples pressed themselves even harder into the dress, as if they were fighting to be let out. But the most striking thing now was that Brooke was actually taller than Lucas. He felt another surge in his loins as, for a moment, he thought that Brooke had grown again…taller than him. But he quickly realized that it was a false perspective, all based on the fact that he was leaning into his desk, and, in a strange hurried rush, he scrambled himself up to his own full height. There wasn’t any doubt now — the top of Brooke’s head was even with the middle of his forehead. Something was terribly wrong.

“Come on, Lucas, admit it,” said Brooke in a low, sexy voice, “You look smaller, don’t you?”

“I…I, look…Brooke, of course I look a little smaller to you,” replied Lucas, struggling a bit but still somehow finding some firm foundation to hold onto inside his head. “You’ve got a whole host of second-gen nanobots in you! I haven’t been shrinking, Brooke — you’ve been growing!”

Brooke said nothing, only slightly elevating her eyebrows in response. Lucas blinked and found himself smiling.

“I mean…haha, come on Brooke,” he chuckled, “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, ok? You’re our brave test subject in our human trial, hahaha, not, uh…not me.”

Brooke narrowed her eyes slightly up at Lucas, and she inhaled, opening her mouth to say something else. Lucas saw her chest inflate again, growing up bigger and bigger under his eyes, as the firm, heavy flesh again seemed to fight the torn dress for release. Lucas felt his cock start to rise again in his pants, but a sudden cheerfulness, at successfully regaining his wits, made him jump out in front, and take control.

“And anyway,” he said, raising his own eyebrows in tandem with Brooke’s and speaking a bit louder than usual, making a point to talk over her, “Since you’ve obviously been experiencing some…let’s call it “phantom growth” right now…we need to run the same test protocols again, just to see if the changes have been consistent across the board.”

“So…another IQ test?” asked Brooke, her eyebrows dropping slightly. Lucas felt warmed and reassured by her dampened expression. She could inflate and bounce those enhanced boobs of hers around all day long…she still couldn’t quite get in his head.

“Yes ma’m!” he replied cheerily, reaching into his desk for a couple copies of the test.

“Oooo, I like it when you call me “ma’m,”” Brooke cackled, indicating her delight by another toothy smile, showing that impressive horseshoe of teeth in her upper jaw as she leaned back slightly. Then suddenly, she leaned forward again, swinging her shoulders back and forth, which made her D-cups jiggle and bounce left and right, left and right. Lucas even saw some of that firm flesh rippling slightly from their sheer volume. “It’s kinky…it’s like…haha, it’s like I’m the boss and you’re the secretary.”

“And I am…so thrilled that my secretary has such an active imagination,” responded Lucas, rolling his eyes. He was trying to play all of this off casually, and he was impressing himself with how effortless it was all feeling. That little eye roll had been the icing on the cake; what did Ankara escort it matter that his cock was now even more than semi-erect?

“Wait, so you’re taking the test again too?” asked Brooke, as Lucas handed her a copy and spread one out on his desk for himself.

“Uh, yes…yes, I just thought that we should, you know…just do it for comparison again,” answered Lucas, suddenly having to scramble a bit for an explanation. In his subconscious, away from his waking brain, he knew why he was doing this. To see if Brooke had gotten smarter…and to see if he had gotten dumber. He wanted to see if the gap between their intelligences had narrowed, just like the gap between their sizes. Lucas was scared, and thrilled, to see the result. He wanted to be smarter than her…really, truly, he did. But his cock wasn’t on board. And the way she was staring at him with that coquettish suspicion glinting in those green eyes…something told him that she was already on to him, that the gap had already been narrowed. More blood flooded between his legs, but he took in a deep breath through his nostrils and smiled at Brooke paternally.

“Plus, I mean…I don’t want you to feel like you’re, you know…being subject to all these tests and examinations and whatnot all alone,” he said, smiling at her with a roiling gentleness. “I want you to feel like…like we’re in this together.”

“Welllll,” drawled Brooke, licking her lips slightly as she cracked a grin that made Lucas regret his attempted paternalism, “That cerrrrtainly is sweet of you, Lucas. I’ll have to repay you for making me feel so…so cared for.”

“Oh that won’t be necessary,” chuckled Lucas airily, trying to dismiss the morning’s three previous orgasms with a wave of his hand.

“But I guess I’m just wondering,” continued Brooke, surprising Lucas with the second part of her approach, “Doesn’t the Office Manager at Braden Incorporated have better, more important things to do than take IQ tests all morning with his secretary?”

Lucas blinked a couple times without changing his chuckling expression, although, at Brooke’s words, the sound had ceased coming out of his mouth. Brooke’s eyebrows went up and she pursed her own lips into a kind of wry pucker, widening her stance slightly as she cocked her left hip to the side, putting her hand on it in a motion of challenge. Lucas had not been expecting this kind of an opponent in Brooke…not nearly this early; she was still flirting with him, oh yes…but now there was a kind of edge to it, a confronting edge, something that he was definitely not comfortable with, even though it made him even harder between his legs.

“The Office Manager at Braden will spend his time however he sees fit,” he replied hollowly, a couple seconds too late, with none of the vigor or pizzaz in his voice that such a statement required to be effective.

“Haha, ok…Mr. Mineur,” joked Brooke, sticking her tongue into the side of her mouth. Lucas felt anger in him rising, but Brooke turned away toward her desk, and he felt it cool. He was overreacting to her little barbs. She was just trying to get under his skin…to provoke him into emotional reactions, so she could pounce. At this point, Lucas knew that he had created a monster…a monster that reveled in swimming and splashing around in his own sexual discomfort and confusion. And he wasn’t going to let her get to him…not anymore.

The test didn’t seem to last as long this time — there were different problems, different scenarios, and different challenges, but the familiarity of the process made everything seem more streamlined. A bit later, Lucas was announcing the test results, from the apparent security of his black leather armchair, as Brooke leaned eagerly down over him, her big D-cups resting heavily on the back of his neck. Lucas’s cock had gone soft again during the test, but now that he was seeing the results, and feeling Brooke’s breasts on his neck and back (and her sweet breath ruffling the back of his hair), he was fast becoming totally erect again. And, as the cold truth of the results crept up his spine, he found that he couldn’t muster the energy to tell her to back off.

“It says…you scored a 107,” he heard his voice say, as he stared down at the paper. He felt Brooke’s breasts inflate on either side of his head, their firm flesh pressing more insistently into his neck, as they began to actually expand around the sides of his head. She was inhaling in delight.

“That’s…that’s 4 points higher than last time!” whispered Brooke. Lucas felt her put both hands on his shoulders, covering them, as she leaned in further, her breasts pressing tighter around his head.

“It…it is, y-yeah,” said Lucas. His mouth had gone dry, and he could feel his lower jaw beginning to slacken. He could hear Brooke’s heart beating excitedly behind his head.

“And what’d you get?” she asked, now actually resting her whole chin down on the top of his head.

“A…118,” said a voice somewhere, that didn’t seem or feel like his own.

“A 118!? Haha, that’s a point lower than what you got before, Lucas!” laughed Brooke, squeezing both Escort Ankara of his shoulders with her hands simultaneously. “How’d that happen!?”

“I…don’t know,” he replied, staring down at the results. His cock was completely hard now, between Brooke’s physical contact and the pressing reality of the dramatically narrowing gap between their respective IQs, Lucas felt like he was just about ready to burst again in his pants, for the fourth time that morning.

“Geez, I think I must be getting to you Lucas, huh?” Brooke’s voice had dropped an octave, and was now vibrating in Lucas’s ears in the same sultry purr that meant that, once again, she was hungry for his cum. Lucas halfheartedly tried to stand up out of his chair, but Brooke was ready for him and pushed him back down, the black leather squealing and scratching out into the office.

“Oh no,” she cooed aggressively, spinning him around in the chair and once more dropping down in between his legs, holding his thighs in place, “I’m not letting you go anywhere until you admit to me that I’m in your head, Lucas. Until you admit that you’ve had these biggggg, big boobs in your head all day long…until you give me another one of your big, tasty loads, right here in my mouth…Aaaaaaaaahhh!”

Brooke opened her mouth wide again, shaking and wiggling her tongue sexily at him, but this time, she accompanied her lewd gesture with an emphatic bounce of her big tits, cupping them in her hands and thumping them over and over into his crotch, straight on top of his now-painful erection. Lucas looked towards the closed blinds of his office, and then to the wall on his left…anywhere but Brooke’s eager face.

‘This is crazy,’ he thought to himself desperately, looking around for an escape. ‘This can’t be happening again — I’m in control!’

“Brooke,” he said aloud, trying to rise up from his chair. But she forced him back down again, still eagerly bouncing her D-cups crazily over his tenting cock. Her breasts finally bounced free of her torn dress, spilling out plentifully over Lucas’s crotch area, doing more than enough to smother the area completely in warm breast flesh.

“Brooke, this is not what we’re going to hhrrrruuggmmmmm!”

His words had been cut short. Brooke had abruptly risen to her feet from her crouched position in between Lucas’s legs, and she had engulfed his mouth in a long, slow, powerful kiss, totally muffling the rest of his sentence in the syrupy embrace of her lips. Lucas tried to paw Brooke’s arms stiffly, but she had the leverage advantage and kept at him, pressing herself firmly and passionately into him, letting her lips and tongue do all the work in putting to rest any remaining resistance. Her eager tongue darted around in his mouth, chasing his tongue playfully, finally pinning it against the side of his mouth, pressing and writhing it up against his over and over again. And all the while, her lips — which by this point were noticeably fuller and plumper — formed an airlock over his mouth with their insistent, searing suckle.

Lucas looked up with panicked alarm into Brooke’s eyes, just in time to see her own eyes roll back in her head as she closed them, her eyebrows furrowing and coming together as she pressed herself more and more into him. As she kissed Lucas deeply, refusing to let him go, Brooke once more undid his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and reached her warm hand down into his underwear, bringing out his thick, tall erection, all without even looking.

“Mrrrgghhhh!!” Brooke moaned as she leaned in even more, and the sweet breath from her nostrils washed over him, making him strangely aware of the smell of his own quick and uncontrolled exhales through his nose. Her breath smelled so good…so sweet…but it was almost like his breath smelled…well, metallic or something. But Lucas didn’t have much time to contemplate this strange realization, because Brooke had started to stroke his cock with both of her hands, going up and down, up and down, at a leisurely pace that was nonetheless determined and resolute. Lucas found that he needed to breathe harder through his nose now, to keep from seeing stars. His arms stiffly griped and grappled, but Brooke just kept pinning his tongue, and sucking passionately on his mouth, and stroking his cock…and Lucas’s arms began loosening from their hard-pressed resistance. Brooke’s kiss, and the slow and emphatic pumping of her hands on his tortured member, were more than ample distraction to keep him rooted to his chair.

“Mmmrrrraaugh!” Brooke moaned again, finally breaking the suction between their mouths with a loud “slop.” Lucas breathed heavily, not quite gasping for air, but needing more of it to keep himself going. Brooke smiled crookedly at him as she abruptly stopped stroking him, and she sank down again to her knees in between his legs. This time, though, her tits were completely out, and she was brandishing them, one overflowing in each hand. She shook them again on in his crotch, teasing him, tantalizing him. And this time, his cock was out in the open.

“You like it when I rub my big, fat tits all over your hard cock, Escort Bayan don’t you Lucas?” she asked relentlessly, pouting her full lips at him and batting her eyelashes (which were actually noticeable now) at him in a parody of a cutesy girl. Or was it a parody? Was she really just going at it this hard!? Lucas had no idea…and no space in his brain to think about it.

“Yeeaaahhhh, you like it,” giggled Brooke, shaking her right tit up when she let the left one fall, and vice versa, over and over, around Lucas’s cock. He knew that she wasn’t even going in for the kill yet, and even still, he was gritting his teeth as the sweat came trickling down his forehead. He was about to cum again…for the fourth time that morning.

“I can tell that you like it, because you can’t even talk right now,” she persisted, her laughter shaking the soft part of her stomach against his exposed shins. “And I know why you like it, Lucas. Wanna know?”

Lucas could only manage to shake his head as Brooke tit-fucked him. He was spending all his energy trying not to cum, in what he was pretending was resistance. In reality, though, he was trying not to blow his load for one reason and one reason only: it felt so good right now…and Lucas had never had a titjob before.

“You like it soooo much because it reminds you of last night,” breathed Brooke, now actually wrapping her big tits tightly around Lucas’s cock, squeezing it purple with her firm, pillowy breast flesh, as she started going up and down with greater energy, with greater insistence.

“When my breasts were so, SO big…soooo enormous, that you just couldn’t resist them, could you Lucas?” She was going even faster now, to the point where she was breathing hard from the exertion, and of course from the passion of the exchange.

“I could tell when you looked at them in the meeting, Lucas,” cooed Brooke aggressively, “I can tell whenever you look at them now. You remember what they were like last night…hahaha, they were each waayyyy bigger than your head! It was INSANE, Lucas! It was craaaazzy! I know that you want them that big again, and it’s gonna happen Lucas. Oh yeahhhh…these bots are inside me now, always ready for that big morning spurt. They’re waiting, Lucas. They’re waiting to make me grow and grow and GROW…bigger and bigger and BIGGER…until I’m just as big and tall and beautiful as I was last night. Then I’ll have you Lucas. Then you’ll be wrapped around my finger again, and I’ll make you do whatever I want. I’ll make you cum your brains out, until you have nothing left…and then…I’ll just make you cum some more, haha!”

“Yyyyyyuuuuuhh!!” Lucas moaned out pitifully as his entire body seized and spasmed all at once. A long spurt of milky-white semen shit out of his dick, trapped in between Brooke’s heaving, squeezing breasts.

“Oh!” Brooke cried, her eyes going wide as they followed the trajectory of the cum. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as the viscous white fluid hit its peak, just above Brooke’s head, and then started coming back down again. Brooke reacted immediately, with startling, ferocious hunger. She stuck out her tongue, opened her mouth wide, and leaned forward, squashing her breasts even harder around his cock as she actually caught the cum in her mouth, scooping the last remnant strand of it from the air with a skillful whoosh of her tongue.

“Mmmmm!! Mmmmnomnomaaalllgglllawwrrghh!!” she cried in great exaggeration, sucking up and playing with the cum in her mouth. She tossed her tongue around in it, bathing her mouth wriggling muscle in Lucas’s spent fluid. She made a toothy grin and pressed his cum through her teeth. She leaned back and gargled it again. She shut her lips and swished it around like mouthwash, making bulbous shapes appear on each side of her cheeks. She opened her mouth and showed him his frothy cum. And all the while, she stared at Lucas with those same wide eyes, holding his gaze forcefully in hers.

Even though he was in the midst of yet another mind-splitting orgasm, Lucas still had the odd presence of mind to notice, albeit in the back of his subconscious, that his cum was still white…whiter than ever, in fact. He had cum four times this morning — how did he have any sperm left??

“MINE!” Brooke declared emphatically through the mouthful of cum, and she suddenly leaned up close to Lucas’s face, closed her lips, and swallowed his load, directly in his face.

*Gulp…Gulp…GULP*

It was happening again. With each swallow of her throat, Brooke’s eyes seemed to flash a little brighter, a little greener. Lucas knew he wasn’t hallucinating now. Her face was so close to his that he knew that this couldn’t be a trick of the light. Her eyes were changing, and becoming more beautiful. But that wasn’t all — with each gulp, he actually felt Brooke’s naked breasts expanding around his tormented cock. Alarmed, Lucas looked down and saw the augmented breast flesh creeping further up his torso, to the bottom of his stomach, and spilling slightly over both sides of his thighs. Lucas was feeling that same odd metallic smell in his nostrils, but it was quickly blown away by that heavenly, sweet scent that once more seemed to emanate up out of Brooke’s enlarged cleavage. But it was her face…her face…that was really getting to Lucas. It was still Brooke, yes…and yes, she was still smiling at him in that same teasing, flirtatious, knowing way…except now, she looked hotter.

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In the dead of the night, past the point when the typical hangers-on would be loitering around, Nate felt like a ghost coming into the corner store. He’d been so tired, too much to sleep apparently, that the bell above the glass door startled him into alertness. He grabbed a basket from the side more out of reflex than any plan to actually buy anything in particular and wandered into the snack isle.

Pack of onion crisps, sure. Gum, why not? Some beer? Nah, he knew he’d end up fucking his sleep schedule up even further beyond repair if he indulged himself; his mind was muddled enough as it was. At least standing in front of the open refrigerator door while choosing had woken him a bit with goosebumps. Going outside in cargo shorts and a tank top had seemed a good idea at the time.

Condoms? Whatever, something in his life might change.

He approached the cashier without thinking about it much, a young woman with boyish, short blonde hair in a uniform polo and an apron. The wholesome vision was far too cheery for the hour. Nate felt himself dragged up toward her level via empathetic osmosis.

“Good morning~” she chirped, taking the basket and starting to scan his items. “I love that joke, you know? Hehe.”

“They give you all of the night shifts, then?” Nate asked, becoming aware by degrees of the pretty, slender fingers with sparkling gel nails getting closer to the package of condoms at the bottom of the basket. Felt off, he was experienced enough despite a dry spell that a little thing like that shouldn’t set off embarrassment.

Her smile twinkled. “I asked for them. Always been a night owl, you meet so many interesting people, and you get to set the pace of your own work.” She leaned over the counter and cupped her hand over her mouth to say in confidence, “It’s so much less work~ but nobody wants to do it, so it pays better too.”

Nate nodded. It had been hard to ignore the gentle swell of her breast when she was close by, the tiny opening of an unbuttoned polo that only really showed off her collarbone, he’d focused on her name tag and barely saw the knowing smirk above. Amber.

Then she had the condoms in hand and, rather than scanning them with professional distance, held them up to get a better look. “Oh, I’m sorry, am I keeping you from someone waiting back home?” A smugly bitten lip hung below too-innocent eyes.

There was no way a cutie like this was actually flirting with him, he thought, must be messing around.

He said, “Just being prepared.”

“Of course, of course. You never know when the opportunity will knock on your door, do you? Never wanna be runnin’ out at the wrong time.” Amber still hadn’t scanned the damn things to end the awkwardness she’d cultivated. “Have you ever tried this brand before? Little Devil’s milk candy condoms? We just started stocking ’em, but did you know that the same company makes those super spicy nut mixes, and the yogurt-covered ones?”

He hadn’t taken much of a look; a pink-haired cartoon succubus winked at him from the packaging. No, wait, a bulge. Incubus, then.

“Ah… Okay?”

“We’re actually doing a free sample event, if you’re interested?”

The nut snacks? He’d had them before, as a prank, but not the yogurt ones. He guessed they were meant to be served as a pair.

Amber said, “We have a pack in the back room bursa merkez escort just for tastings. We were doing them all day, when my coworker was here, but it doesn’t look too busy so I could leave the register for a minute. You’re not doing anything else, are you?”

“No?” How long could eating a snack take, anyway?

She smiled brightly again and skipped around the counter to take Nate’s hand in hers. Nate hesitated for an awkward moment but he let her lead him through an employee-only door. They came into a break room barely large enough, with the small table and lockers included, that two people who really liked one another could barely have eaten lunch.

Amber pulled one of the two chairs and had Nate sit down, turned to the storage shelf taking up a good eighth of the room by itself. With her stretching her lithe figure to reach the top shelf, Nate got a good look at what had been hidden behind her apron from the front: a pair of hip-hugging denim shorts with rolled cuffs and black spats beneath.

“Large size, right?” she asked.

“What?”

She came back down to her heels and stepped in, close enough to smell the coconut lotion on her skin. “Never mind, I remembered.” There was the sound of plastic tearing and a little, pale pink circle appeared in her hand. “I almost forgot that the extra large ones are red, at least the ones we’re stocking right now. Cherry.”

“What?”

She had knelt between his knees before he could react. “O-kay~ let’s get those shorts off.” She grasped the fabric and in one deft motion pulled them off his hips, hopping his butt off the chair’s surface with surprise to accomplish it. “Hehe, tighty whities~ That’s cute.”

The evidence for this being a dream was mounting, yet Nate’s mind raced to catch up with the situation.

“W-wait,” he stammered like a virgin. “What are you doing!?”

Amber looked up at him, tilted her head adorably. “Free sample? How are you supposed to know that you like the product if you can’t try it out?” She’d started pulling off his briefs as well, tugged until he finally relented and lifted his butt to slide them down to his ankles with his shorts. “There’s a good boy.”

“Okay, I think I can do the rest by myself…” Nate said.

“Nonsense, I’m happy to help,” Amber said with dissonant professionalism as she wrapped her slender fingers around his dick. “Let’s see, step one was: get him hard. Why don’t you try thinking about something sexy?”

That much effort was entirely unnecessary with this adorable blonde’s soft hands stroking him. He was as hard as he’d ever been in the blink of an eye, and Amber’s determined gaze threatened to push him past that.

“Oh my~” Amber giggled. “What were you thinking about? No, don’t tell me.” She gave his member a gentle squeeze. “Now, for step two.”

They’d gone this far already in his hesitation, there was no reason to stop her. Nate thought he’d feel bad squashing her enthusiasm.

Held within two fingertips, Amber placed the condom between her lips. Nate’s heart skipped as she leaned down, lips parting as she positioned the condom upon the tip of his penis. She lowered her head and enveloped the head, prodding with her tongue and her lips to unroll the condom inch by inch down to the base of his cock. She’d come up for a few quick breaths, bursa escort kızlar and the feeling of her warm, wet lips gliding across his shaft made him gasp, the corners of her lips curled at the sound.

A minute later, she rose, trailing her tongue along the underside of Nate’s cock until she’d come off and pulled back to sit on her heels with a satisfied look. She licked her lips, the sight of it alone nearly sent him careening off the edge she’d put him on.

“How does it feel, sir? Not too tight?”

It felt like his head was full of cotton candy. “It’s perfect.”

“Yay~” Amber glowed with pride, little dimples appearing on her cheeks. The way she stared at his cock, though, was disquieting. She held her thumb and forefinger in a tight circle around the base, her other fingers incidentally tickling his balls, and it was impossible to ignore the shine of her saliva on the rubber.

If it was just her saliva… No. A touch of pink was dripping from her lip, a stand of lube from the unrolling process. If it tasted weird, she didn’t show it in her expression.

“Well then, I think I’ll go ahead and start, if that’s alright with you, sir?” She didn’t wait for him to answer, slowly pulling her fingers up from the base of his cock, slick sounds popping in the cool air of the break room. “It’s really nice and slippery, see? Sir? Sir, you have to keep looking or there’s no point~”

He didn’t realize he’d been focused on a point on the far wall, and the several fast pumps Amber doled out right then made sure he couldn’t ignore what was happening between his legs. She was giggling and slowed down considerably once she was certain she’d regained control of his attention.

And she bent inward, meeting his gaze, pulled her bangs away from her face with her free hand as she popped the head of his cock into her mouth. While pumping her two fingers gently up and down, Amber started running the tip of her tongue around the head, once in a while letting it rest on the flat side and wiggling back and forth as if to enjoy making his dick throb.

Even through a rubber, he could feel things progressing toward the inevitable.

It went that way for a long while. Nate noticed too late that there wasn’t a clock in the room to anchor his perception of time, and there was no way Amber would let him pull out his phone to check, it was all the way down in a pile of clothing around his ankles, and she reacted to any other distraction with a re-doubling of effort.

Nate’s fingers felt numb, he’d been holding onto the edge of his seat with no idea what else to do with his hands. All he really wanted to do was pet Amber’s head, and the male energy behind that desire wanted to make her finish the job already. Waves of excitement came and went as she masterfully kept him teetering on the edge, backing off when she could push him off and nudging him closer whenever else.

As if sensing that she’d put him off too long, Amber leaned in and took his cock all the way to the base, the tip sliding along the inside of a bulging cheek. With a vacuum seal, she began bobbing on and off, prodding the back of her throat while slurping and gasping.

Drool fell from Nate’s cock in big, bubbly strands that soon coated Amber’s chin and spattered her apron. She didn’t seem to care one way or another, her eyes were closed in concentration, but she did peek once in a while to make sure Nate was watching. He’d never known, had cause to think about, that you could look smug while there was a cock that deep in your mouth.

The condom was keeping him just on one side of orgasm, he found himself taking in the sight of the tiny jiggles showing through Amber’s shirt, the motion of her butt bouncing on her heels as her head bobbed. She trailed one hand up his leg and along the inside of his thigh, then cradled his balls and massaged them without missing a beat with her mouth.

“Pretty good, isn’t it?” Amber said, taking his cock out of her mouth for a small breather. She’d only pressed it against her cheek and raised her other hand to stroke its spitty coating. “Gonna cum soon? You can do it in my mouth, you don’t have to worry about that.”

She patted his cock against her cheek one more time and was barely able to engulf it within the warmth of her mouth again as Nate finally jerked up above, filling the condom with the hardest, most thought-terminating load he’d ever felt.

She stayed there between his legs as his orgasm ran its course, only pulling her head back after his agonizing sensitivity had faded. Amber took care in easing the pink condom off, admired the bulb of fluid in the light for an instant before holding it off to the side.

Then, much to Nate’s surprise, she leaned in again. Her tongue felt so much better without a barrier between them, even if she moved it too slowly for him to get hard, especially after being spent so recently. Very gently, suction and tender licking cleaned him off, muddled his mind enough that he barely noticed Amber straddling him until her soft ass was already resting on his thighs.

She tipped his chin so that he’d see the cloudy liquid, co-mingled saliva, lube, and the last dregs of cum, swirling atop her tongue, then closed her mouth and opened it. “All gone,” she said, and she held up the used condom with its bulb of fresh cum glistening in the light. “Want a taste?”

“What!? No!”

Amber smiled and shrugged. “Oh well.” With her face hovering within a foot of his, she looked up and brought the condom to her lips, squeezed the dollop of whiteness directly into her mouth, and swished before swallowing. When she came back down, there was a dreamy expression on her face, as though she’d just had something delicious. There might as well have been hearts floating in her eyes.

“Is it… good?”

“Strawberry-milk flavored. Hehe, that’s the whole point of that brand, there’s skin-safe flavoring inside.” Amber leaned in and set her forehead on his, her lips only an inch or so away, smelling like a milkshake…

–

While ringing him up, Amber happily hummed to herself as if nothing had just happened in the back room. She’d ended up changing out of one uniform shirt and into another, with Nate awkwardly still in the room and trying not to stare.

He wasn’t sure how long it would take to deplete the dozen condoms he’d bought, hadn’t really had a use in mind for them in the first place.

“You alright, buddy?” Amber handed over his receipt with a lovely smile.

Maybe he still had a little luck left over? “Are you busy tomorrow?”

“Hm?”

“I think I’d like to take you out. Sorry, I know you’re working, and I don’t mean to trap you.”

She leaned over the counter, he got a peek down her shirt, and after looking back and forth she cupped her hand around her mouth. “We’re supposed to get new flavors once a week, as a promotion. I’m always on night shift~”

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The week prior, Ms. Mahoney, the play’s director, had brought in a gay actor, Sean, to talk to the cast about the unique issues of sexuality raised by the script. With the two lead actors both being straight, they would have been remiss not to try to get some perspective from someone who could relate to what they were portraying.

Sean was a senior at the college, and had a role in another production, but he had made time.

He was a good-looking gay man: neat hair with just a little product, a tasteful vest, sharp-looking shoes, bright eyes and an engaging manner that drew attention.

Both Mark and Barry listened, and tried to improve their acting skills by learning from him. Somewhere in their minds, though, they both wondered:

Am I gay like him?

What would it take to make me gay like him?

What would it be like, having sex with him?

Sean knew they were straight. But he approached Barry after the rehearsal, catching up with him as he walked home, talking with him on the sidewalk.

And when he said: “If you ever need any special instruction, give me a call”…

Barry said: “Uhh… what kind of… instruction?”

And he said: “Use your imagination,” and walked off.

Barry watched him go, and when he was gone, realized he had a standing invitation to a no-strings-attached gay experience.

—–

He wasn’t planning on using it. When the next week rolled around, after Wednesday’s rehearsal, he thought he might have found the alternative he was looking for.

A friend of Ms. Mahoney’s, a mother in her mid-30s, was hanging around the theater with her son, 7, a quiet tow-headed kid who wandered around looking at displays on the walls.

Barry didn’t know why he was struck by her. It might have been her ordinary charm. She seemed a sensible, stable, older and more down-to-earth woman. He might have wanted something like that after his disastrous bar experience. Also, under her modest blouse she was very womanly, and something about her seemed more than just friendly, perhaps willing to consider… something.

When rehearsal ended, Barry went up to her on impulse, and chatted her up.

Her name was Rachel. She was getting a divorce. She was technically still married, but had removed the ring. She was living on her own. She was busy with her son and her job. She hadn’t had much time for herself lately.

She spoke of lawyers and teachers, a world far outside Barry’s. He spoke of classes and internships, a world she’d left behind.

She was flattered by the attention from the masculine college kid a decade younger.

She was going out with Ms. Mahoney and some of the girls on Friday night. She already had a sitter.

When Barry asked her to break the date, and go out with him instead, something inside her twinged. It was the first hint of passion and desirability she’d felt since her husband cheated and ran. The first invitation to a date.

His impossible youth, and the ridiculousness of any relationship, made it feel safe.

But his smiling persistence, and the obviously sexual vibe she got from him, gave her a tingling thrill.

She told him maybe. Then called him late that same night to accept.

Two days later, Rachel left her son with the sitter and went out with a college boy.

Both of them were on a budget. They got to know each other over upscale fast-food.

Then he drove her out of town, to a hilly, wooded nature preserve. They walked until it got dark. As the sun went down, he talked about the quirks of the show’s rehearsals, and being a straight man playing a gay character.

“I envy you,” she said, after a pause. “You’re so free. You can pursue anything you want to, do anything, try anything. Your life is so full of opportunities.”

“Yours is too,” he replied. “All you have to do is reach out and take them.”

She shook her head, about to say something about a child and responsibilities, when he took her hand in his, and she was filled with anticipation.

She’d been in college once, and had thought she could never go back. But just for one night…?

They sat in a wide clearing at the top of a hill and watched the moon and stars for a while. He pointed out constellations; she complimented him.

Then they were sitting closer. As if for warmth. Closer still.

He took her chin in his hand, and she melted as their mouths met.

Fast would have let her feel safe, in control. She’d almost wanted to share a lustful, greedy groping with him. She’d almost hoped he would be an impatient, needy lover. He wasn’t. He took his time kissing her slowly, caressing her hands and arms, putting his hands on her neck, side, belly — oh-so-inappropriate but not — yet — sexual.

Her breasts were large, and had the normal shape of gravity and an infant. When he unbuttoned her blouse, and looked at them with open lust, something old and familiar returned to her.

When he slipped a hand inside one cup and gently pinched and tweaked her hard nipple, she flushed. The rush of sexuality keçiören escort was returning for the first time in a long time. Their yearning bodies; the power of his youth; the forbidden rush of passion out-of-doors: she felt like a woman, now, not a mother, and she wanted that.

But it felt wrong. And she was a mother. She did the mature thing.

Her blouse was mostly unbuttoned, and his hand had taken a hot, naughty trip up her skirt. He’d rubbed her panties once before sliding one finger just barely under them. He’d felt the incredible heat of her.

As always for him, it was an animalistic excitement, touching a woman’s hairy pussy, feeling it ready. He knew from her intense kisses and the stifling sauna hidden in her panties that she was going to be putty in his hands. He was ready, so ready.

But it was then that she pulled back, looked away, and put a firm hand on his shoulder. His hand was gently squeezing her inner thigh as she explained that it was just too soon. He couldn’t bear to move that hand away. He felt so close.

But she was saying how much she had to work through, the emotional trauma of her breakup, and her need to watch out for her real needs, as he gave that thigh a last pat. She explained the responsibility of child-rearing and legal appearances, barely able to look at him, as he slid his hand down her leg and out from under her skirt.

He said it was all right, but his mind seemed frozen, and he barely knew what he was saying. They didn’t hold hands on the way back to the car.

Rachel and Barry didn’t kiss good night.

And when he got home, late, he was closer to masturbating than he’d been in years. He could have cried.

He paced.

He’d already made up his mind. But he couldn’t make himself dial his damned phone.

He stopped. Sighed. Pulled out his phone and looked at it.

He dialed Sean.

“Hi there. It’s Barry, we met a couple weeks ago,” he said into it.

He listened to the voice on the other end.

“Right, I’m Barry from the gay play. Yeah. Actually that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Exactly.” He sort-of chuckled. “No, seriously, I do need some help with… perspective on my character. I was wondering if you’re free tonight.”

“Well I don’t think it’ll take all night, no.”

“Right… I was thinking, ah, some pretty intensive help. Can you come over for an hour?”

“That’s…” Barry sighed. “That’s sort of what I was thinking.”

Silence on the other end of the phone for a moment. Then assent, goodbyes, and Barry’s heart pounded until the knock came, and he was inviting Sean into his apartment.

Sean wore a tight T-shirt and jeans. Barry didn’t bother with giving him the tour. They looked at each other for a moment.

Sean seemed calm, but was wound like a spring. “So,” he said, “if I get you right, you need help understanding something about the sexual passion of a gay man.”

“Right,” said Barry.

“For your show.”

“For the play, yeah.”

“And you’re wanting me… to show you that kind of passion… that gay men have, when they have sex.”

“Right.”

Sean stepped forward and put a hand on Barry’s arm. “And you want to be part of the demonstration, don’t you.”

“Yes.”

Sean walked away and thought for a moment. “Let’s get some things clear here, first. I am 100 percent disease and drug free. Are you?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t want to do anything hardcore, right?”

“Right.”

“You probably want this to stay just between us, hmm?”

“That’s right. Yeah.”

He put a hand on Barry’s shoulder as he walked back around to face him. “And Barry, from the look in your eyes, I’m guessing you don’t really care about much besides getting your own rocks off. You’re not really going to take any interest in me, now, are you.”

Well, that was a fair question. “I guess not,” he said. And if that was a deal-breaker, that was too bad.

He really wasn’t attracted to this young man. He seemed attractive enough. He wore a pleasant scent, masculine with a hint of floral. He had a crisp, well-arranged look about him. Easy on the eyes. Nonthreatening.

But Barry didn’t know him well enough to feel comfortable around him, and more importantly, apart from his hands and his mouth, he just didn’t have the right parts.

“Hmmmmm,” said Sean, tracing Barry’s collarbone with a finger. “So you want me to do all the work, and you get all the reward.”

Barry kept his breathing steady. “That’s about what I mean, yeah.”

Sean didn’t react. He ran his finger just under the collar of Barry’s T-shirt, then lazily caressed the base of his wide neck with his finger and thumb.

Barry opened his mouth so he could breathe more easily. His heart pounded. He looked right at this young gay man who was touching him.

Sean stepped lazily to one side, as if he had all the time in the world, and ran his fingers up and down Barry’s chest, over his T-shirt, dipping from neck to breastbone, to navel, back up.

Sean küçükçekmece escort stepped behind him. He took a shoulder in one hand and ran the other up the side of that strong neck, to slide his fingers through Barry’s short brown hair. Barry’s eyes closed as the touch rose and fell, caressing his ear, then the nape of his neck, around and around.

It wasn’t a tickle. But neither was the arousal the same as with a woman, nor even with Mark. This was the touch of a stranger, a foreign tingle, and it simultaneously aroused and repelled him.

He felt shame, and the urge to bolt out from under the circling fingers. And at the same time, intense excitement.

Titillation: the touch was electric, more alive than any woman had given him, because it burned with a secret wrong.

Still behind him, Sean had slipped a hand under his shirt and was gently kneading his waist. The other traced his jawline. He inhaled as the gay man ran a finger under his chin.

Eyes closed, in the silence of his apartment, he heard the creak of the floorboard as Sean shifted his weight forward. Their bodies weren’t touching, not yet. But he could feel the heat.

“You like that?” came the murmur, soft, with lips almost touching his ear. The hand teased his belly and he flinched. He couldn’t answer.

Sean’s breath on his neck, again and again. Both hands caressed his skin, high and low. They knew just the most wonderfully sensitive spots, and stroked them with a deft gentleness that promised more, much more to come.

Now Sean leaned ever so little into him. The soft lips barely brushed the edge of his ear, and he heard a faint moist sound as he opened his mouth.

“Just one thing…” the cute gay man whispered into his ear. “Do just one thing for me…”

“What is it?” asked Barry, whispering back.

“From here on out… no turning back…”

The fingers ran up and down the side of his neck, and he felt the hot breath on his ear.

He gave a quick nod.

“Good…” whispered Sean, and dipped his mouth to kiss Barry’s neck.

He’d never thought it would be like this. Where was the raw animal passion, the pounding naked muscle? His breath took on a ragged edge as Sean’s thumb found his navel and circled it. Such casual possessiveness, in that arm half-wrapped around him and gently invading his bellybutton.

Everything was so slow… so hot and slow…

It wasn’t right…

He felt a trail of gentle kisses down the back of his neck, then the hands withdrawing and switching places as the slow, wet pecks led back up. Lips touched his hairline as fingers stroked his earlobe. The hand under his shirt gave his hairy chest a lover’s caress.

An eternity of Sean’s breath on his neck, his lips barely brushing his ears. Endless gentle stroking of the bare skin on his waist, side, chest, as he stood there, helpless, caught.

Hint of warm breath…

Slow, teasing touch…

Fingers probing and coaxing…

When Sean leaned back and pulled his hands away, Barry actually gave a slight gasp. But he was still there, fingers trailing up and down his bare arms as he whispered again into the solidly-built athlete’s ear.

“First I’m gonna play with your cock, and get it nice and hard…”

Barry panted, once.

“…and then I’m gonna take it in my mouth, and I’m gonna suck you, nice and slow.”

Sean’s wet lips closed around his earlobe. Barry made a soft sound, as Sean’s tongue slid treacherously up the edge of his ear while the hand on the other side caressed his cheek. The moist, lascivious tongue swirled its way back down, carelessly flicking the ear’s pliant, shockingly sensitive flesh.

Barry panted some more, swept away with hideous sexuality, betrayed by his body and his own desires.

The gay man’s hands dropped under the straight man’s shirt, embracing him, rubbing his belly and chest as he licked and kissed the tender skin of his neck.

It wasn’t right. Barry felt a growing disgust with himself, with Sean, with their secret encounter. The erotic touch of another man: it was repulsive and wrong.

He felt an urge to shove the young man away, to wash away the itch of these teasing caresses.

A fast suck-job would have just been sex, just hot horny sex. But this was seduction. He hated it. He was trapped in it. It felt incredible and awful.

His cock was throbbing, angry, lonely. He needed relief. He needed sexual touch. Release. He needed… more.

No turning back. Not now. Sean had promised what he needed. For that, he could endure his body’s betrayal. Endure it just a little longer.

Barry lifted his arms to let Sean’s fingers trace up his sides, leaning back, surrendering to the hated teasing.

Sean grabbed the hem and lifted the shirt off him, and then he was bare to the waist, exposed for the pleasuring.

Fingers found a nipple, and tweaked and pulled at it, hard, a bizarre and stimulating pain. Grasping hands cupped his jaw, his cheeks, and they turned kurtköy escort his head side-to-side as a barrage of kisses landed on his defenseless neck and shoulders.

He was lost in it all, spun up red-hot until he couldn’t see his way back. Not once had a hand dipped below his belt, and gone was any thought of turning around and taking control. He’d given himself over to his gay lover and he was helpless until the act was through.

He wasn’t being taught anything that would be very useful onstage, but his teacher had uncovered the hidden half of his own lust and showed it to him, and it was more than he could handle, and it was all he could do to take it in, and hang on for the ride.

Sean extended his arms and stretched them alongside Barry’s, taking him hand in hand from behind, interlacing fingers as he nuzzled his nose into a shoulder. He’d leaned forward to do it, and Barry felt Sean’s erection pressing into his butt.

Brought back to reality just a bit, he opened his eyes. Sean was talking.

“Ready to have your cock stroked by a man for the first time?”

“Mm,” said Barry, and didn’t elaborate.

“Are you ready to have your cock sucked by a man for the first time?”

“Mm-hm.”

Sean let go of one hand and, as he slowly and pointedly sashayed around to face Barry, he stroked the other hand with a feather-light fingertip. Barry wasn’t sure if this was something gay men did, but in that moment, the touch sizzled across his palm, lingering in its absence. Attraction and repulsion, erotic and wrong. He cupped his empty hand as if he could hold the memory.

Facing him, Sean looked into his eyes as he ran all ten fingertips down Barry’s body. “Are you hard for me yet? Did the nice gay boy make you all hard?”

He slowly started running his palm down the front of Barry’s jeans, and encountered the thick lump there with a shock. “Oh! I guess I did!”

“Ooh,” said Sean, as he unbuttoned Barry’s jeans, and, looking him right in the eye, tugged his zipper down. The sound seemed loud. Barry’s pants fell open.

Sean leaned in, and kissed Barry’s shoulder, then his collarbone. Barry lifted his head involuntarily as the moist lips found, at last, the soft notch at the base of his neck. The hungry, wet lips nipped and kissed his exposed throat. Slippery, they pinched him all over: his Adam’s apple, the heat of his pulse, up and down.

When he felt the tip of Sean’s tongue lick up under his chin, he couldn’t help himself: his hands came up of their own accord and grasped Sean’s head, as he kissed him, hard, on the mouth.

Not practice for a show. Not for anyone else. A hard, fierce kiss, from lover to lover.

He gave a faint “uhhgn” as their mouth separated, because it was just then that Sean’s hands had finally found his cock in his boxers.

A moment to free it out the fly of its cloth prison. Freed. Then their foreheads pressed together — they were almost the same height — as thin, gay fingers stroked a fat, straight cock.

“You’re so big,” breathed Sean.

“I know,” muttered Barry.

“And so hard and wet already. You must really want it bad.”

Barry’s eyes closed and he breathed twice, sharply, through his nose, then his mouth fell half-open again. Sean had just gently stroked the tip of his penis.

As usual, his penis and boxers were soaked in pre-cum, the sticky, slippery fluid of this man grown confused and desperate in his desire.

Their bodies swayed together. Sean balanced himself against Barry, forehead to forehead. He laid one hand on his chest almost like a reclined, sleeping lover, while he explored the swollen manhood with the other.

Sean kept looking into Barry’s eyes. Barry would look into Sean’s, and have to look away, eyes rolling and closing, head rocking slightly side-to-side, as the pleasure was doled out to him touch by agonizing touch.

“Don’t come yet,” said Sean, his voice low and serious. “I want to play with you some more first, before I slip my lips around your giant cock and give it a nice hard sucking.”

“Mmmm,” said Barry. The words were echoing around his mind, the concept of a gay man sucking his cock. He couldn’t quite grasp it, like something said in yesterday’s dream. What did it mean?

Just one hand’s slender fingers groped and rubbed at his cock.

The two of them stood, balanced together. Barry was holding onto Sean’s shoulders.

The well-built — even brutish — college senior was giving out small pants that weren’t quite gasps, and small noises that weren’t quite moans. He was twisting his body back-and-forth, ever so slightly, in a way that wasn’t quite writhing.

It might have looked a bit like a wrestling match. The slight, delicate, well-groomed man had taken his stocky opponent in a very clever lock, and with barely any pressure, had him wriggling, pinned upright, unable to escape.

“You like me stroking your cock?” asked Sean, looking right in his eyes while he did just that.

Barry gave a noise that might have been an “oh,” but might also have been an “ooh,” and knitted his brows as he realized that he did, he did, yes, he did like Sean stroking his cock, he could stroke his cock all night long if he wanted, and — oh God — why had he gone so long without letting this man stroke his cock?

“Fuck. Ah. Oh fuck. Yeah,” said Barry, blinking his eyes.

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Diese geschilderten Ereignisse sind leider nur frei erfunden, doch die besten Geschichten schreibt ohnehin das wahre Leben.

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Ich war gerade 18 Jahre alt geworden und verbrachte meine Sommerferien bei Onkel Klaus und Tante Susanne, die in einer anderen Stadt wohnten. Es gab nicht oft die Gelegenheit mit den Beiden zusammenzutreffen, aber dennoch war Tante Susanne schon immer Teil einiger meinen feuchten Träume und veranlasste so manche stahlharte Erektion zwischen meinen Beinen.

Am ersten Morgen, ich lag noch im Bett des kleinen Gästezimmers, hörte ich, wie Onkel Klaus kurz vor 7 Uhr das Haus verließen, um zu Arbeit zu gehen. Ich war nicht sehr erfreut darüber, dass er mich dabei aufgeweckt hatte, doch ich fühlte die angenehme, geile Erregung eines harten Ständers, den ich meistens beim Aufwachen hatte. Der Gedanke, jetzt alleine mit meiner Tante im Haus zu sein, beflügelte meine Phantasie.

Ich schlug die Bettdecke zurück und entledigte mich schnell meiner Pyjamahose. Mein Schwanz pochte vor Verlangen, als ich ihn mit einer Hand umfasste, um mit geübten Fingern die brünstigen Gefühle noch zu steigern. Mit der anderen Hand umschloss ich meine prall gefüllten Hoden und begann mit der gewohnten Massage. Ich schloss die Augen und stellte mir vor, wie Tante Susanne nackt unter mir lag und ich könnte ihr meinen harten Pimmel reinstecken.

Kraftvoll wichste ich mich dem Höhepunkt näher und näher. Ich hatte ein Taschentuch bereitgelegt, mit dem ich den Samenerguss auffangen wollte. Später hatte ich vor, das Tuch unter der Dusche auszuwaschen, so dass keine verräterischen Flecken vorhanden sein würden. Ich fühlte, dass es jeden Augenblick soweit sein würde und nahm meine Hand von den Eiern, um das Taschentuch zu nehmen. Dabei ließ ich aber keinen der Wichsstöße aus, den ich wusste, es würde eine gewaltige Ladung abgehen. Jede Sekunde konnte es losgehen … nur noch…

“Du perverses Schwein!”, hörte ich plötzlich eine Stimme. Das war nicht ein Teil meiner Phantasie, sondern erbarmungslose Wirklichkeit. Ich öffnete die Augen und sah Tante Susanne in der Türöffnung stehend auf mich starren. Mit dem zum Abschuss bereiten Schwanz in der Hand erstarrte ich buchstäblich.

Der Ausdruck auf Tante Susannes Gesicht war mehr als genug, um mich in Schrecken zu versetzen. Ihre Augen waren kaltherzig auf mich gerichtet. Sie war sehr wütend, und es sah so aus, als ob jeden Augenblick ein ordentliches Donnerwetter über mich hereinbrechen würde.

Barfüßig, nur mit einem Nachhemd bekleidet, kam sie mit langen Schritten zu meinem Bett herüber, dabei immer ihren Blick auf meinen steifen Pimmel geheftet. Sie streckte ihre Hand aus und schnippte mit einem Finger kraftvoll gegen meine geschwollene Eichel, als ob sie eine Staubflocke von einem Möbelstück entfernen würde.

Das war zuviel. Der stechende Schmerz ließ mich aufschreien und die Hand von meinem Pimmel nehmen. Mein bis dahin im Zaum gehaltener Ficksaft, begann von der Schwanzspitze aus, als große weiße Batzen ataşehir escort bayan in alle Richtungen zu verspritzen. Als feuchte, längliche Strähnen landete das Sperma auf mir selbst, auf dem Bett und auch auf meiner Tante Susanne. Das Sperma hinge danach auf ihrem Nachthemd und an ihren Armen. Einige der Tropfen bespritzten sogar ihr Gesicht.

Wenn Blicke töten könnten – Tante Susannes Augen blitzten auf Grund der Geschehnisse ärgerlich auf. Doch im gleichen Augenblick fing sie an leicht zu lächeln. Im ersten Moment war sie wohl ziemlich verärgert, aber eigentlich war sie davon angetan, von dem was vorgefallen war.

Ich dagegen fühlte mich ausgesprochen abartig, den noch nie zuvor in meinem Leben hatte ich mich auf diese Art und Weise benommen, vor allem hatte aber mein Schwanz nichts von seiner Härte verloren. Ich präsentierte meiner Tante immer noch eine gewaltig Erektion.

Tante Susanne schaute auf das mit Sperma besudelte Bett und eröffnete mir, dass sie mir dafür den Hintern versohlen musste. Dies hörte sich zwar äußert bizarr an, aber hatte nicht die Absicht, mich dagegen zu wehren. Meine Tante setzte sich auf das Bett, packte mich und zog mich grob über ihren Schoß, bis sich mein nackter Hintern in die Höhe streckte und mein steifer Penis zwischen ihren starken Schenkeln festsaß.

“Du kleines Miststück!”, kreischte sie, wobei sie ihre Meinung über mich mit einem heftigen Schlag auf meine Hinterbacken unterstrich. Sofort schossen mir Tränen in die Augen. Aber zu den Schmerzen kam ein wunderbares Gefühl von meinem Pimmel, der zwischen ihren Schenkeln zusammengedrückt wurde.

KLATSCH! Tarnte Susannes Hand landete immer öfter auf meinem Hintern, während ich unaufhörlich jammerte und ergebnislos strampelte. Ich versuchte mit einer Hand mein Hinterteil zu schützen, aber Susanne packte sie, hielt sie außer Reichweite und fuhr fort mich mit den qualvollen Schlägen zu behandeln.

Bei jeden Schlag fickte mein Schwanz ihre Schenkel, so dass sich im diesem Moment jeweils Schmerz und Lust vereinigte. Es dauerte nicht lange und mein Pimmel begann die zweite Ladung direkt zwischen ihre zusammengepressten Schenkel zu spritzen.

Als meine Tante bemerkte, dass ich schon wieder ejakulierte, hörte sie mit der Bestrafung auf. Ich schluchzte, als sich meine Eier entleerten, doch plötzlich begann Susannes Hand meinen misshandelten Hintern zu streicheln. Als ich fühlte, wie ihre Lippen meine Arschspalte berührten, hörte ich auf zu heulen. Als sie schließlich mit der Zunge meine Rosette umkreiste und versuchte einzudringen, fing ich an zu stöhnen.

Natürlich konnte ich dies kaum fassen. In einer Minute prügelt meine Tante meinen Hintern, in der nächsten küsst sie ihn und ihre lange Zunge windet sich in mein Arschloch. Mein Schwanz war noch immer knüppelhart und zudem durch das eigene Sperma eingeschmiert. Ich könnte nicht davon ablassen, ihre Samen beschmutzen Schenkeln zu ficken, während sie mir das Arschloch weitete.

Plötzlich escort ataşehir hörte sie damit auf und ich musste mich rasch vor meine Tante stellen. Mein steifer, mit Sperma bedeckter Penis zielte genau auf ihr gerötetes Gesicht. Ihre glänzenden Augen verfolgten, wie der Prügel sich bei jedem Herzschlag leicht anhob. Sie leckte ihre Lippen, stöhnte leicht und beugte sich nach vorne um meinen Harten in ihren Mund zu nehmen. Ich stöhnte ebenfalls und meine Knie wurden weich, als sie meine Lanze soweit in sich aufnahm, dass ihre Lippen meine Schamhaare berührten. Ihre Zunge wirbelte um meinen gesamten Schaft, um schließlich auch noch meine Eier zu lecken.

Ich hörte, wie Stoff zerriss und sah, wie sich Tante Susanne gerade ihr Nachthemd vom Körper zerrte und ihre festen Brüste entblößte. Ich konnte nicht widerstehen und als ich eine Hand darauf legte, konnte ich die erigierten Nippel spüren. Mit der anderen Hand fasste ich nun hinter ihren wippenden Kopf, um besser das Gleichgewicht zu halten, während ich in ihren Mund fickte.

Ich konnte fühlen, wie ihre Finger mein Arschloch umspielten und bald darauf hatte auch einer den Weg hinein gefunden. Oh Gott, dies war so verrückt, aber um nichts in der Welt wollte ich es beenden. Es fühlte sich alles so verdammt gut an.

“Tante, mir kommt’s jetzt”, warnte ich sie, aber daraufhin saugte sie nur umso stärker. Ich konnte es nicht glauben, dass ich kurz bevor war, zum dritten Mal innerhalb so kurzer Zeit abzuspritzen. Allein die Tatsache, dass diese Frau mich mit ihrer Zunge in den Arsch gefickt hatte und nun ich mit meinen Pimmel in ihrem warmen, nassen Mund steckte, reichte, um eine weitere Portion Sperma bei ihr abzuladen.

“Ich komme!” Ich keuchte, als ich ihren Kopf an meinen Bauch zog und den Schwanz tief in ihren Mund schob. Ihr Finger steckte immer noch in meinem Arschloch, als mein Samen austrat, über ihre Zunge schoss und in ihrer Kehle verschwand. Es fühlte sich an, als ob sich mein gesamtes Inneres über mein Schwanz entleeren würde, aber es war wunderbar.

Danach hatte ich wohl einen kleinen Aussetzer, denn das Nächste an das ich mich erinnerte war, dass ich mit dem Rücken auf dem Bett lag und Tante Susanne neben mir saß. Sie war immer noch nackt und eine Hand arbeitete heftig zwischen ihren Schenkeln. Ich nahm meinen ganzen Mut zusammen und bat Tante Susanne, sie solle sich über mein Gesicht setzten. Als ob dies schon hundert Mal vorgekommen währe, lächelte sie mich an und kniete sich über mich.

Bei meinem ersten Blick auf ihre Fotze sah ich zwischen den mit Sperma bedeckten Schenkeln, ein braunes Gewirr von Locken. Das helle Rot ihrer Schamlippen leuchtete über mir auf, als sie die Beine über meinem Kopf spreizte. Ich konnte genau sehen, wie nass sie vor lauter Geilheit war. Ihr kräftiger Geruch erfüllte meine Nase, als sie ihre Ficköffnung herunter drückte und ihre Wärme meine schon wartende Zunge verschlang

“So ist recht”, gurrte Tante Susanne, als sie auf meinem Gesicht herum rutschte ataşehir escort und dabei ihren Fotzensaft auf meine Wangen und mein Kinn verschmierte. Zunächst bohrte ich ihr meine Zunge in das nasse Loch, danach fing ich an, ihre dicke Klitoris zu saugen. Das mochte sie anscheinend sehr. Energisch drückte sie ihre Möse gegen mich. Ich hielt ihre Hüfte fest und fing an, ihr Arschloch mit den Fingern zu erkunden. Ihr Stöhnen sagte mir, dass auch dies ihr gefiel. Ohne Schwierigkeiten konnte mein Finger in ihre Arschrosette eindringen. Sicherlich war ihr diese Spielart nicht fremd.

Susanne wimmerte, als es ihr kam. Die Muskeln ihrer Schenkel zitterten und es ergoss sich ein Schwall ihres Liebessafts in meinen Mund. Ich schluckte so schnell ich konnte, bis ich dachte, jetzt wäre alle beendet. Aber Tante Susanne rutschte ein Stück nach vorne und erklärte, was sie als nächstes von mir wollte.

“Leck meinen Arsch, du kleiner Wichser!”

Doch dazu hatte ich überhaupt keine Lust mehr und sträubte mich dagegen. Ich war jetzt ziemlich erschöpft und hatte mich schon zusammen gerollt um zu schlafen. Doch das waren wohl die falschen Worte.

Zwar war Tante Susanne zunächst noch recht freundlich zu mir, aber nur bis ich bemerkte, wie sie mich an den Handgelenken fesselte, und dann war es schon zu spät. Als sie schließlich fertig war, hatte sie mich, auf dem Gesicht liegend, an dem Bett festgebunden. Unter meinen Bauch hatte sie ein Kissen geschoben, damit sich mein nackter Hintern recht deutlich empor reckte. Ich hörte, wie sie eine Schublade öffnete und wieder schloss. Ich hatte keine Ahnung, was sie vorhatte.

Tante Susanne stellte sich hinter mich und flüsterte in mein Ohr: “So mein Junge, weil du mich nicht lecken willst, werd ich’s dir jetzt besorgen!” Mit diesen Worten rieb sie mit der Spitze eines Dildos, den sie sich umgebunden hatte, an meinem Arschloch. Zum Glück hatte ich schon ihre Zunge und ihre Finger in mir, den dieses Ding hätte wahrscheinlich einigen Schäden angerichtet, falls ich noch einen jungfräulichen Anus besessen hätte. Dennoch bereitete es mir einige Qualen, als sie mit dem nicht geschmierten Kolben in mich hineinfuhr.

Zugegeben, es bereitete mir höllische Schmerzen, aber dass war genau das, was sie wollte. Es war so, als ob sie mich mit einem gewaltigen Pfahl stoßen würde. Ich hatte das Gefühl, es würde mich auseinander reißen.

Aber dennoch mochte ich es. Zwar schrie ich, weinte, bettelte sie an endlich aufzuhören, aber mein Schwanz war geil und hart wie nie zuvor. Bald hatten sich die schlimmsten Qualen gelegt und Tante Susanne fickte regelmäßig in meinen Hintern. Es dauerte nicht lange und unter heftigen Zuckungen kam ich zum Orgasmus. Als sie aufhörte und sah wie ich mit meinem Sperma die Bettwäsche besudelt hatte, lachte sie nur und meinte, falls sie gewusst hätte, dass mir es gefällt gefickt zu werden, hätte sie sich etwas anderes ausgedacht.

Jetzt verlangte Tante Susanne nur noch von mir, zusammen mit ihr zu duschen. Sie zeigte mir, wie ich sie einzuseifen und sie zu säubern hatte.

Diese Sexspiele wiederholten sich die ganzen Ferien über. Immer wenn mein Onkel zur Arbeit war, fielen wir übereinander her. Meine Tante hatte eine regelrechte Vorliebe für Analsex und so durfte ich dann beim nächsten Mal ihren Arsch ficken.

Ende der Geschichte

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