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Der Partykeller stand voller leerer Bierflaschen und Teller mit Essensresten stapelten sich zwischen angebrochenen Chipstüten. Inmitten dieses Chaos saßen als letzte Überbleibsel der Feier auf einer Eckbank die Geburtstagskinder Kira und Alex, zweieiige Zwillinge. Kiras Kopf lag auf der linken Schulter ihres Bruders und er hatte seinen Arm um sie gelegt.

„Jetzt sind wir erwachsen”, stellte er nachdenklich fest und leerte eine Flasche Bier, die er in der rechten Hand hielt.

„Na ja”, relativierte seine Schwester, „auf dem Papier. Volljährig.”

Danach hob sie ihren Kopf an und wandte sich ihm zu:

„Weißt du noch, heute vor vier Jahren?”

„Ja, das weiß ich noch.”

„Und?”, forderte sie ihn heraus.

Er verzog sein Gesicht.

„Wir waren 14. Das war eine Kinderidee. Außerdem hätte ich nie gedacht, dass… na ja, dass…”

„…dass in den vier Jahren nichts passiert”, half sie ihm.

„Ja”, gab er zu.

„Kannst du es dir heute gar nicht mehr vorstellen?”, wollte sie wissen.

„Kira…”

„Bitte, sag mal!”

„Du bist meine Schwester!”

„Das ist nicht die Antwort auf meine Frage.”

Alex seufzte.

„Vorstellen kann ich mir viel. Aber das geht nicht, wirklich.”

„Schade”, fand sie und legte den Kopf wieder auf seine Schulter, „ich würde es machen.”

„Das ist jetzt nicht dein Ernst?!”, wunderte er sich geschockt.

Sie antwortete: „Erstens haben wir einen Pakt, den ich erfüllen würde. Zweitens vertraue ich keinem anderen Menschen auf der Welt so wie dir. Ich kann mir dafür keinen Besseren vorstellen, Bruder hin oder her. Ich hab dich lieb.”

„Ich dich auch”, erwiderte Alex, „aber ich glaube, du schläfst besser erst mal deinen Rausch aus und denkst noch mal mit klarem Kopf darüber nach, was du da sagst.”

„Okay”, murmelte sie mit inzwischen geschlossenen Augen und ließ ihren Kopf in seinen Schoß sinken. „Gute Nacht!”

Er fing sie auf.

„Wir gehen lieber ins Bett”, schlug er vor und stützte sie auf dem Weg in das gemeinsame Zimmer.

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Fast exakt vier Jahre zuvor hatten die Zwillinge im Partykeller zwischen leeren Colaflaschen und –gläsern, Tellern mit Essensresten und angebrochenen Gummibärchentüten gesessen und sich ihren 18. Geburtstag ausgemalt.

„Wir haben dann voll die coole Vierer-Clique”, hatte Kira sich vorgestellt, „deine Freundin und mein Freund verstehen sich auch total gut und wir machen alle ganz viel zusammen.”

„Nicht, dass die uns dann miteinander betrügen”, war Alex’ Einwand gewesen.

Kira hatte lachen müssen: „Nee, die sind nur Freunde.”

„Und… wenn wir bis dahin beide noch Single sind… würdest du… also, ich meine, könntest du dir vorstellen… ähm…”

Bei dieser unvollendeten Frage hatte Alex’ Herz wild geklopft, doch Kira hatte als sein Zwilling ein Gespür dafür gehabt, worauf er hinauswollte und ihm die Last abgenommen:

„Lass uns einen Pakt schließen: Wenn wir beide auch an unserem 18. Geburtstag noch Single und Jungfrau sind, schlafen wir miteinander.”

Sie hatte ihm die Hand ausgestreckt und er hatte eingeschlagen.

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Alex deckte seine Zwillingsschwester in ihrem Bett zu und kraulte sie noch ein wenig zärtlich hinter dem Ohr. Ihre dunkelbraunen, langen Haare waren wunderbar weich und ihr süßes Gesicht ein herrlicher Anblick. Er liebte Kira über alles und war froh über ihr tolles Verhältnis zueinander, nichts lag ihm mehr am Herzen als ihr Glück. Dass sie — zumindest in angetrunkenem Zustand — die Bereitschaft geäußert hatte, mit ihm zu schlafen, schmeichelte ihm und er konnte nicht leugnen, dass der Gedanke seinen Reiz hatte, doch für ihn überwog die Angst, damit alles kaputt zu machen. Sie waren ein tolles Geschwisterpaar, das gehörte sich einfach nicht. Er gab Kira einen Gute-Nacht-Kuss auf ihre glatte Wange und zog sich in sein eigenes Bett zurück.

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Den liebevollen Abschied ihres Bruders am Abend hatte Kira im Halbschlaf gespürt und ihr war warm ums Herz geworden. Jetzt wachte sie auf, konnte sich trotz ihres leichten Katers genau an die letzten Worte erinnern, die sie miteinander gewechselt hatten und bereute keines davon. Nüchtern hätte sie sich vielleicht nicht getraut, es auszusprechen, doch eigentlich wollte sie schon fast seit dem Tag, an dem sie den Pakt geschlossen hatten, mit ihrem Zwillingsbruder schlafen und hatte ihrem 18. Geburtstag deshalb regelrecht entgegengefiebert. Wahrscheinlich war das auch der Grund dafür, dass sie nie einen Freund gehabt hatte. Alex war ihr Ein und Alles, mit seinem kurzen und lockigen braunen Haar und den tiefbraunen Augen ein sehr gut aussehender junger Mann, hatte eine sportliche Figur und war so wahnsinnig lieb zu ihr, dass ihr manchmal vor Rührung die Tränen kamen. Selbst, dass er nicht zum Sex mit ihr bereit war, fand sie total süß, obwohl es nicht in ihrem Interesse lag. Sie warf einen Blick zu seinem Bett und sah ihn still und friedlich schlafen. Dabei bemerkte sie, wie warm ihr unter ihrer Decke war und sie stellte fest, dass sie noch Ankara escort ihre komplette Kleidung des Vortages trug. Anscheinend hatte Alex sich nicht getraut, ihr etwas auszuziehen. Sie stand auf und befreite sich von Jeans und Top, sodass sie jetzt noch BH, Slip und Socken anhatte. Kurz, bevor sie wieder in ihr Bett kriechen wollte, fiel ihr Blick noch einmal auf Alex. Verschmitzt grinste sie in sich hinein, als sie leise zu ihrem Bruder herüber schlich, sich zu ihm legte und ihn umarmte. Weil er lediglich in Boxershorts schlief, berührte ihre Haut sich an vielen Stellen. Kira schloss die Augen und genoss seine Nähe.

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Als Alex aufwachte, spürte er am gesamten Körper etwas Weiches und ihm stieg ein lieblicher, wenngleich nicht ganz frischer Duft in die Nase. Hatte er vergessen, dass er sich am Abend mit einem Mädchen ins Bett gekuschelt hatte? Moment mal — so etwas hatte er bisher höchstens in seinen Träumen gemacht. Und zuletzt hatte er sich doch von seiner Schwester verabschiedet? Er öffnete die Augen und sah das bezauberndste Lächeln, das er kannte, in Kiras Gesicht.

„Guten Morgen”, begrüßte sie ihn, „gut geschlafen?”

„Hmmm”, brummte er, „was machst du hier?”

„Kuscheln!”, antwortete Kira prompt.

Er sah unter die Bettdecke.

„Hast du gar nichts an?!”

„Nur Unterwäsche, wie du auch”, kicherte sie.

Innerhalb kürzester Zeit stand er aufrecht neben dem Bett.

„Spinnst du?”, fuhr er sie an.

Kira setzte sich auf und nahm seine Hand.

„Bleib ruhig. Es ist doch nichts passiert. Wovor hast du überhaupt so eine Angst?”

Sein Gesicht färbte sich rot.

„Los, sag schon”, drängte sie ihn.

„Dir nicht widerstehen zu können?”, gab er kleinlaut zu. „Ich hab doch gesagt, ich will nicht mit dir schlafen!”

Er löste seine Hand aus ihrem Griff.

Sie grinste. „Du willst nicht mit mir schlafen, aber kannst mir nicht widerstehen? Bisschen absurd, oder?”

„Du weißt, wie ich das meine!”

Sie klopfte mit der flachen Hand auf das Bett.

„Setz dich. Ich glaube, ich muss dir noch mal was erklären.”

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Etwas widerwillig setzte Alex sich wieder neben sie. Langsam strich sie ihm über den Arm und sah ihm tief in die Augen.

„Alex, du bist der wichtigste Mensch in meinem Leben. Wenn du wirklich mit vollster Überzeugung sagen kannst, du willst keinen Sex mit mir, dann akzeptiere ich das. Aber wir wissen beide, dass das nicht so ist. Du willst uns oder mich vor den Folgen beschützen. Verrückterweise ist das für mich ein Grund, dich umso mehr zu lieben. Ja, ich liebe dich. Und ich kann dir versprechen, dass daran auch der schlechteste Sex der Welt nichts ändern würde. Wenn du also auch nur ein klein bisschen Verlangen hast, mit mir ins Bett zu gehen, lass es uns bitte versuchen.”

Sie legte seinen Kopf in ihre Hände und drückte sanft ihre Stirn gegen seine.

„Ich liebe dich auch”, flüsterte er und bei geschlossenen Augen berührten sich ihre Lippen sachte.

Es klopfte an der Tür. Blitzschnell stand Kira auf und hechtete zu ihrem Bett, bevor ihre Mutter hereinkam.

„Ah super, ihr seid schon auf. Guten Morgen. Ich wollte sichergehen, dass ihr den Keller aufräumt, während ich einkaufen bin.”

„Ja, Mama”, leierten die Zwillinge genervt im Chor.

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„Fertig”, atmete Kira erschöpft durch, nachdem sie den Tisch im Partykeller abgewischt hatte. Alex saß auf der Kante der Eckbank und forderte seine Schwester auf:

„Komm mal zu mir.”

„Wieso?”

„Komm einfach.”

Sie ging die wenigen Schritte. Ihr Zwillingsbruder griff nach ihrer Taille und zog sie auf seinen Schoß. Dann hielt er seine rechte Wange an ihre linke.

„Du hast Recht”, gestand er ihr zu, „wir sollten es tun.”

Ihm zugewandt strahlte sie über das ganze Gesicht. Zwischen seinen Beinen wuchs eine Erektion, die sich durch die Hosen beider an Kiras kleinen Po drückte.

„Aber ich will, dass es perfekt wird”, fuhr er fort, „ohne, dass Mama und Papa uns stören können. Lass uns eine Gelegenheit abwarten, bei der wir es zu einer ganz besonderen Nacht für uns machen können.”

„Jaaa”, teilte seine Schwester die Begeisterung für die Idee.

„Also kannst du noch ein bisschen warten?”, hakte er nach.

„Ich hab fast vier Jahre gewartet”, erklärte sie ihm, „das schaffe ich auch noch.”

„So lange willst du das schon?”, staunte er.

Grinsend nickte sie und drückte ihre Lippen auf seine. Vorsichtig tastete er sich mit der Zunge in ihren Mund vor und zum ersten Mal in ihrem Leben gaben die Geschwister sich einen heißen, innigen Kuss, bevor sie Vernunft walten ließen und sich wieder voneinander trennten.

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Nach der vergleichsweise kurzen vergangenen Nacht gingen die Zwillinge am Abend etwas früher ins Bett, um am nächsten Tag fit für die Schule zu sein. Alex lag bereits unter seiner Decke und beobachtete, wie Kira sich auszog. Ihm war zwar längst bewusst, dass sie eine tolle Figur hatte, doch jetzt erlaubte er sich, genauer und länger hinzusehen. Seine Schwester Escort Ankara streifte ein Zopfgummi ab, sodass ihre Haare glatt auf ihre Schultern herabfielen. Unterhalb des schönen Rückens erregten ihr zierlicher, knackiger Po und ihre schlanken Beine seine Aufmerksamkeit. BH und Slip passten in einem dunklen Grün farblich zueinander.

Kira drehte sich zu ihm. Abgesehen von ihrem niedlichen Gesicht sah er jetzt auch den Ausschnitt zwischen den vollen, mittelgroßen Brüsten und den flachen Bauch.

„Was ist?”, fragte sie mit einem beinahe wissenden Lächeln auf den Lippen.

„Ich bin froh, dass du da bist”, erklärte er.

Sie warf ihm einen Luftkuss zu und löschte am Lichtschalter das Deckenlicht. Danach stieg sie in ihr Bett, knipste ihre Nachttischlampe aus und wünschte ihm: „Gute Nacht!”

„Schlaf gut”, antwortete er.

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Obwohl Kira für ihren Geschmack gerade ein wenig zu weit weg von ihrem Bruder war, hatte er sie mit seiner Entscheidung unglaublich glücklich gemacht. Die Idee, zu ihrem ersten Mal gemeinsam eine besondere Nacht zu verbringen, fand sie auch toll, auch wenn sie es natürlich kaum erwarten konnte. Sie ermahnte sich selbst, sich in Geduld zu üben.

„Kira?”, flüsterte Alex in die Stille.

„Ja?”

„Findest du nicht auch, dass wir heute Morgen mit dem Kuscheln gar nicht so richtig fertig geworden sind?”

Ihr Herz machte einen Freudensprung.

„Ja. Willst du weitermachen?”

„Komm rüber.”

Barfuß ging sie die wenigen Schritte zum Bett ihres Zwillingsbruders und kroch zu ihm unter die Decke. Anders als am Morgen, als sie sich einfach an ihn geklammert hatte, konnten sie sich diesmal zusammen in eine bequeme Position bringen. Alex nahm sie in den Arm und sie legte ihren Kopf auf seine nackte Brust. Seine Haut fühlte sich warm an und sein Atem beruhigte sie. Vollkommen zufrieden schmiegte sie sich an ihn und bekam kurz vor dem Einschlafen noch mit, wie seine Lippen behutsam auf ihre Kopfhaut herabsanken.

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Am nächsten Tag setzten die beiden sich nach der Schule für den Heimweg auf ihre Fahrräder, als Kira vorschlug:

„Wollen wir ein bisschen in den Wald?”

Das war sowieso ein Teil ihrer Strecke und bei dem aktuellen guten Wetter hatte Alex nichts dagegen, den Aufenthalt dort ein wenig zu verlängern. Also nahmen sie eine Abzweigung, die sie von ihrem eigentlichen Weg abbrachte, um zu einem idyllischen kleinen Plätzchen zu gelangen, an dem sich ein kleiner Bachlauf durch das Geäst schlängelte. Kira breitete auf dem Boden ein Handtuch aus, das sie für den Sportunterricht dabei gehabt hatte, und setzte sich darauf. Die Hälfte ließ sie für ihren Zwillingsbruder frei.

„Weißt du noch, als wir hier Staudämme gebaut haben?”, erinnerte er sich, während er zu ihr kam.

„Klar! Kommt es dir auch so vor, als wäre zu der Zeit hier mehr Wasser geflossen?”

„Ja”, bestätigte er, „aber vielleicht sind wir auch nur größer geworden und das täuscht.”

„Das kann sein.”

Sie legte ihren Kopf auf seiner Schulter ab und sie ließen die leisen Geräusche in der Stille der Natur auf sich wirken. Nach ein paar Minuten äußerte Kira einen Wunsch:

„Ich würde dich gerne küssen. Hier und jetzt.”

„Okay”, war seine Antwort, er drehte sich zu ihr und öffnete seine Beine, damit sie sich mit den gleichen Bewegungen dazwischen positionieren konnte. Ineinander verschlungen saßen sie sich gegenüber und kamen sich mit ihren Oberkörpern sehr nah. Verliebt lächelten sie sich an, bewegten ihre Lippen aufeinander zu, bis diese sich öffneten und ihre Zungen sich vorsichtig berührten. Es entstand ein Moment voller Zärtlichkeit und Glück, in dem die Geschwister sich wünschten, dass dieser wundervolle Kuss niemals enden würde. Wenn sie nicht gerade mit geschlossenen Augen liebevoll züngelten, strahlten sie sich gegenseitig an.

Auf einmal lehnte Kira sich leicht zurück und zog sich ihr Oberteil über den Kopf, unter dem diesmal ein schwarzer BH zum Vorschein kam.

„Was machst du?”, wunderte Alex sich und beobachtete, wie seine Schwester auch den BH öffnete und ablegte. Ihre Brüste waren fest und hatten eine tolle, runde Form. Aus kleinen Vorhöfen standen die Nippel hart ab. Sie nahm seine Hände und legte sie darauf ab. Es fühlte sich toll an. Lächelnd forderte sie ihn auf:

„Bitte streichle sie.”

Er erwiderte ihr süßes Lächeln und bewegte die Hände behutsam über ihre Brüste.

„Gefallen sie dir?”, wollte Kira wissen.

„Sie sind wunderschön”, versicherte er ihr und berührte sie weiter vorsichtig. Langsam senkte er seinen Kopf und küsste die linke Brust. Sie kraulte ihn im Nacken. Zwischen seinen Lippen schob er die Zunge hindurch und glitt damit langsam über ihren Körper zur rechten Brust, an der er über den Nippel leckte.

Ein wenig später holte seine Zwillingsschwester ihn mit den Händen wieder zu sich auf Augenhöhe und küsste ihn ein weiteres Mal leidenschaftlich, bis sie mit bedauernder Miene feststellte:

„Ich glaube, wir müssen langsam nach Hause.”

Alex nickte. Sie standen auf, Escort Bayan legten das Handtuch zusammen und Kira zog sich wieder an. Vor der Abfahrt legte ihr Bruder seinen Arm um ihre Taille und raunte ihr ins Ohr:

„Aber wir können ja heute Abend im Bett weiter knutschen.”

Danach drückte er ihr einen Kuss auf die Wange.

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Es gab keine Nacht mehr, in der die Zwillinge in getrennten Betten schliefen. Sie kuschelten, knutschten, schmusten und streichelten sich in ihrer Unterwäsche und zum Einschlafen löffelte Alex Kira, wobei sie in ihrem Schritt spüren konnte, dass er einen Steifen hatte. Manchmal rieben sie sich auch ein wenig aneinander, verloren aber nicht aus den Augen, dass sie in Anwesenheit ihrer Eltern nicht weiter gehen wollten.

Eines Abends lagen sie schon mit geschlossenen Augen in Kiras Bett, als es an der Tür klopfte. Sie erschraken, konnten aber nicht schnell genug reagieren, bevor ihre Mutter mit einem Wäschekorb im Zimmer stand.

„Entschuldigung”, sprach sie die beiden an, „ich dachte, ihr seid vielleicht noch wach. Hier sind ein paar Klamotten von euch.”

Kira wunderte sich schon, dass sie sich so normal verhielt, als ihr anscheinend langsam bewusst wurde, was sie gerade sah.

„Och, ihr seid ja süß!”, reagierte sie trotzdem anders als erwartet, „schlaft ihr zusammen?”

„Wir kuscheln ein bisschen”, ergriff Alex offensiv das Wort, „ist schöner, als allein einzuschlafen.”

Die Mutter der beiden legte die Kleidungsstücke auf Alex’ Bett ab und raunte ihnen leise zu:

„Dann will ich euch nicht weiter stören. Gute Nacht!”

Nachdem sie das Zimmer wieder verlassen hatte, drehte Kira ihrem Bruder den Kopf zu:

„Was war das denn? Ich hab damit gerechnet, dass sie total ausflippt!”

„Ja, ich auch”, stimmte er verwundert zu, „aber umso besser, wenn sie uns in Ruhe lässt, oder?”

Seine Zwillingsschwester lachte und führte ihre linke Hand in seinen Schritt. Bei einer leichten Berührung durch die Boxershorts antwortete sie: „Ja. Wenn sie wüsste, was du für einen Ständer hast…”

„Pssscht…”, unterbrach Alex sie, bevor sie sich wieder auf die Seite legte und sie aneinandergeschmiegt einschliefen.

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Eine halbe Stunde vor der im Wecker eingestellten Zeit wachte er neben Kira auf und hatte den Eindruck, dass sein Glied über Nacht noch härter geworden war. So schön er die intimen Momente mit seiner Schwester und die Vorfreude auf ihr besonderes Erlebnis auch fand, hatte er es doch langsam mal nötig, zu ejakulieren. Also löste er sich von ihr, verschwand leise ins Bad, zog sich nackt aus und begann in der Dusche, sich selbst zu befriedigen. Vor seinem geistigen Auge sah er seine süße Zwillingsschwester mit dem tollen Körper und den atemberaubenden Brüsten und rieb seine Vorhaut immer schneller über die Eichel. Auf einmal hörte er die Klinke der Badezimmertür und schon im nächsten Moment stand Kira in blauem BH und Slip vor ihm und musterte ihn. Reflexartig hielt er sich beide Hände vor sein Geschlechtsteil.

„Hier bist du”, stellte sie fest, „ich hab dich schon vermisst.”

Ihr Blick wanderte zwischen seine Beine.

„Was ist los?”, grinste sie, „da ist nichts, was ich nicht schon gesehen habe… oder an mir gespürt.”

Langsam nahm Alex die Hände wieder weg. Sein Glied ragte steil in die Höhe.

Seine Schwester sah fasziniert genau hin und begriff: „Bist du früher aufgestanden, um dir einen runterzuholen?”

„Ja”, gab er kleinlaut zu, „weißt du, ich genieße das alles mit dir wirklich sehr, aber ich halte es auch kaum mehr aus.”

Sie kam auf ihn zu und stieg zu ihm in die Dusche, wobei sie sich auf seiner Schulter abstützte.

„Du Armer”, bedauerte sie ihn, „dann sag doch was!”

„Und dann?”

Er verstand nicht, worauf sie hinauswollte, bis sie seinen Steifen mit ihrer Hand umschloss und ihm ins Ohr flüsterte:

„Hol ich dir einen runter.”

Sie bewegte die Hand ein paar Mal auf und ab, erkundigte sich, ob sie es richtig machte und ließ sich von ihm zeigen, wie fest sie zupacken sollte. Alex schloss die Augen und konzentrierte sich ganz auf ihre Berührungen und die sanften Küsse, die sie ihm am Hals gab.

„Oh ja!”, stöhnte er, als sein Orgasmus sich ankündigte, und seufzte erlöst auf, als einige Schübe Samenflüssigkeit aus seiner Eichel herausschossen und über Kiras Hand liefen. Er öffnete die Augen wieder und sah, wie sie vorsichtig mit ihrer Zungenspitze das Sperma von ihrer Hand probierte. Danach zog sie ihn an sich und küsste ihn zärtlich. Glücklich lächelnd erwiderte Alex den Kuss.

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Beim Frühstück eröffnete die Mutter der Zwillinge das Gespräch:

„Habt ihr gut geschlafen?”

„Ja”, antwortete Kira schnell und verunsichert, weil sie befürchtete, die Unterhaltung würde auf den vorigen Abend zurückkommen.

„Du auch?”, sprach ihre Mutter Alex an.

„Ja”, antwortete dieser ebenfalls.

„Schön. Papa und ich lassen euch übrigens am Wochenende alleine.”

Sofort trafen sich die Blicke der Geschwister. Beide bemühten sich, ihre Freude über die sich endlich bietende, sehnlichst erwartete Gelegenheit nicht zu deutlich zu zeigen.

„Was macht ihr denn?”, fragte Kira, um das Gespräch möglichst normal fortzusetzen.

„Einen kleinen Kurzurlaub im Wellness-Hotel”, erzählte ihre Mutter, „Freitagnachmittag bis Sonntagabend.”

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My Story – Part One

This is the tale of how I changed from a young demure housewife into a, well I’ll let my words explain. My name is Sarah and I am twenty-five. It all started just over a year ago. I was going to go shopping in London, but instead went to Reading which meant I got home about two hours earlier than expected. I thought that my husband Steve was out. I went to put my bags of new clothes in the bedroom.

To my horror I walked in and was immediately shocked. There was Steve, lying on our bed, naked with a dirty magazine open in front of him. He was clearly excited and was rubbing himself. Worse than that, he was using a pair of my knickers to rub himself with, the pair I had worn the previous day.

I just didn’t know what to say. He looked at me, uttered something like ‘I can explain’. My eyes welled up and I just had to get away. I stormed out of the house and got in my car. I hadn’t gone far when my mobile rang. It was Steve. I couldn’t talk to him right now. Wasn’t I enough for him? Why did he have to masturbate in secret? What was it with my knickers? Had I married a pervert? I pressed the reject button on my phone then switched it off before Steve could ring again.

Like all girls in trouble, I found myself driving to my parent’s house, about twenty minutes away. I say parents, my father had fought cancer just long enough to see me get married, then just gave up the fight. My mother now lived alone. When I rang the doorbell I was sobbing. She saw my distress, hugged me before steering me into the lounge. By this time I had pulled myself together somewhat and she went to the kitchen to make us some tea. She returned a few minutes later, sat next to me, put an arm around me and asked me what was wrong.

She listened to my description of what I had seen, thought for a moment then said the words that would ultimately change my life.

‘Aren’t you being a bit harsh on Steve? After all you haven’t talked to him about it yet. Better he plays with himself than find some slut to do it for him, paid or otherwise.’

‘But I thought I was enough for him. Is it me?’ was all I could say. My mother paused before replying.

‘Most men I have met in that way have something unique about them. Your father, god rest his soul, was no different. Sometimes he wanted me to’, she took a breath before continuing having obviously chosen her words carefully, ‘he wanted me to take control in the bedroom.’

Dreading the answer, I asked the question, ‘What do you mean take control?’

‘Well, occasionally he wanted me to treat him like a naughty little boy, you know, maybe smack his little quivering bottom as he lay across my lap.’

‘Sounds kinky, I just can’t imagine it, and you went along with it?’ I asked.

‘It was tough at first but when I threw my own inhibitions to one side and just played the part, it made both of us really horny and we had fantastic sex afterwards.’

‘What am I going to do about Steve?’

‘Go and talk to him. Don’t judge him until you have listened to what he has to say.’

So it was a couple of hours later that Steve and I were sitting in our living room. There was a cold silence until Steve bowed his head.

‘Baby, I am so sorry. I was feeling horny and your silk knickers feel so much better against my skin than my hand. The fact that you had worn them made it more exciting. The magazine was nothing. I love you more than life itself and would never do anything to hurt you.’ He stopped, looked up and waited for my reply.

I surprised myself with what I replied. ‘I don’t care about the magazine, or even you using my best underwear to play with yourself. What really hurts is that you feel you have to do it in secret. Don’t we have sex often enough for you?’

‘It’s not that baby, believe me but there are times when I just get excited and want to fantasise.’ He knew he had said the wrong thing.

‘Fantasise,’ my voice was now raised, ‘what are these fantasies of yours about then?’

‘Well, I mean, you know,’ I interrupted him. ‘Steve, if I knew I wouldn’t be asking the question. There are certain things I need to hear right now. Do you have any idea what a shock this all is? I need to get my head around this, so spit it out.’

‘Ok, sometimes I just wish you would, well you know, maybe once in a while, dress up for sex, maybe when we go out, not wear any underwear. I feel that it is always me that asks for sex. It would be nice if you came on to me from time to time.’

I had to admit, shocked as I was, he had actually given me some sort of answer.

‘So, what you want is if sometimes I dress up like a tart or maybe in a nurses uniform, just to please you.’ The stern look on my face got an instant reaction.

‘No, I didn’t mean it like that. I just wish that sometimes you would be a bit more adventurous.’ I pondered for a while.

‘Thank you for telling me how you feel. As you can appreciate I will need to think about this for a while.’ That was how we left it.

The following Bayan Escort day mid-morning, the doorbell rang. I couldn’t tell who it was as an enormous bouquet of flowers obscured them. After taking them from the deliveryman I opened the attached card. It was from Steve and read. ‘My darling Sarah, I love you so much it hurts. I never meant to upset you and can only hope you will understand in time. All my love, Steve.’

As I put the flowers into several vases, my eyes welled up, I just couldn’t help it. That afternoon I went to see my mother and told her of the previous nights conversation. When she had heard all I had to say she replied with just one sentence. Did I think that he was asking too much? I sat on her sofa cuddling my mug of tea for several minutes before responding.

‘Probably not, so what do I do?’ We talked for a couple of hours until I felt a lot more comfortable.

It had just gone eight that same evening. Steve was in his favourite armchair and me and my mother were sitting on the sofa, all of us drinking tea.

‘Sarah tells me that you like to toss yourself off into her knickers when she’s not around.’ Steve nearly spat a mouthful of tea across the room.

‘Such a waste, playing with yourself when you really should be fucking my daughter until she screams the roof off. What’s the matter, nothing to say?’ Steve was bright red and completely speechless.

‘You shouldn’t waste spunk, it’s very precious. It belongs in a pussy, mouth, possibly arse, over a nice pair of tits or up an arched back and in the worst case over the feet, if that’s your particular fetish.’ It was now my turn to be shocked.

‘Mother!’ I exclaimed.

‘Come on Sarah, we’re all adults. Men sometimes feel that it’s up to them to control all the bedroom games and with the added pressure of making sure the woman has an orgasm. No wonder many of them want to be teased and submit to the woman occasionally.’

‘Mother, we need a serious talk and Steve, you can just sit there.’ Mother and I went upstairs.

‘My dearest Sarah, if sex to you is all about lying back and letting it happen, I can assure you that Steve will soon get bored and sex will become no fun at all. You need to loosen up.’ I paused for thought.

‘Ok, let’s say I tried to come on to Steve as he put it, how do I do it without feeling silly?’

‘Well my dear, it’s all about the fantasy. Play with his head. Do you trust me?’

‘Of course I do mother.’

‘Would you do whatever I told you?’

‘I think so.’

‘No, would you do whatever I told you?’ she repeated.

‘Ok, yes I would.’

‘Well my dear, I will show you how it’s done.’

She told me a few things and soon she was going through my wardrobe. She pulled out my old business suit. Soon I was dressed totally differently to normal, the suit, stockings, high heels, sexy underwear, deep red lipstick and black eyeliner, with my long hair scraped back into a tight ponytail. Mother made a few adjustments to her own make-up and then we both went back downstairs. I had agreed to follow her lead. We must have made a sight for Steve.

‘So, we know you like to play with yourself and use Sarah’s underwear to help you. Do you sniff her dirty knickers?’

‘Liz, I think this has gone far enough.’ Steve was getting brave.

‘Shut up Steve and answer the question.’ I even shocked myself with that. I was standing, feet apart with my hands on my hips. I couldn’t resist a wink that only he could see.

‘Ok, if you really want to know, yeah I do.’

‘You filthy little man. Men like you don’t deserve to fuck my daughter. I will tell you what’s going to happen now. You are going to go into the bathroom and get a pair of Sarah’s dirty knickers from the laundry basket. Oh, hang on a minute, there aren’t any, I had a look. What can we do about that?’

Steve was non-plussed. ‘I don’t know Liz.’

‘You may not call me that, you must call me miss, like the naughty boy you are. Is that clear?’

Steve looked at the floor as he replied, ‘Yes miss.’

‘That’s better. Now I know Sarah has only just been wearing hers for a few minutes whereas I have been wearing these all day.’ With that she lifted the front of her long skirt and displayed a lacy pair of white knickers. ‘Look at me Steve, look at my panties.’ As he looked up she ran a finger suggestively up the front of them. ‘Mmm, these ought to be nice and dirty, just like the ones you like to wank with. Would you like to sniff them?’

Steve looked at me and I tried hard to just raise an eyebrow and look stern but couldn’t help a brief smile at the thought of his dilemma. My mother, as attractive as she still was at the age of forty-five, was taking control. His mind would be racing, trying to think about what was going on. I kept quiet when he nodded.

‘Good boy, right answer. My daughter and I have decided that it is time to grant your wish. In order for it to happen, you must completely obey both of us without question. Is that clear?’ Escort Again, another nod. ‘Now close your eyes until I say you can open them.’

When he was told to open his eyes, my mother was standing in the same position only she now had her knickers in her hand. She threw them at Steve. ‘ Take a good long sniff of those. Can you smell me? Can you smell my pussy? Does it smell nice?’

Steve nodded. It was almost comical watching him with the gusset of my mother’s knickers pushed against his nose.

‘Now take off your clothes and put my knickers on, you horrible wretch. Hurry up.’ Steve looked at me and I just nodded gently. He started to take off his clothes. ‘I said hurry up. Don’t be shy, it’s not like I haven’t seen a dick before.’

I have never seen Steve strip so quickly. I thought about getting our camera out when I saw him standing in just my mother’s pretty knickers, but thought that that would be too much. Meanwhile my mother was walking around him.

‘Do you like wearing my knickers? Does it make you want to rub your cock and make it all hard? Well answer me boy.’

‘Er yes miss,’ he answered.

‘Well go on then. Oh I forgot you like something to look at when you wank don’t you? Do you want to see up my skirt and my now bare pussy? I can’t hear you.’

‘Yes miss.’

‘Oh you would, would you. Hear that Sarah. Steve wants to see my pussy. He wants to toss himself off while looking at my vagina. I bet he would like me to spread my moist lips for him and maybe push a finger or two, deep inside.’ Steve was rubbing the front of his knickers. Mother had walked up to him and was standing right in front of him.

‘Let’s see. Does he deserve it, I think not.’ With that she moved behind him and pressed herself into his back. Her right hand reached around and pushed his away.

‘Is it hard yet.’ She rubbed her own hand up and down the obvious bulge. ‘Do you like it more when I do it?’ In answer, Steve nodded and his eyes were closed. When he started to thrust his hips forwards she stopped.

‘Let’s not be hasty, we wouldn’t want you cumming too soon and spoiling all the fun. Now, get on your knees.’ He did as he was told. ‘Kiss my smelly feet you pathetic little boy.’ Mother kicked off her shoes and put her left stockinged foot forward. He bent forward and kissed and licked her foot.

‘You see Sarah, Steve is now our willing slave and will obey any order given him,’ with that she told him to worship her other foot. I watched and had to admit quietly to myself that my own knickers were now somewhat damp. I hadn’t expected that seeing Steve so dominated would work for me, but it did. The next order was to me.

‘Sarah, go and get something to tie this creature’s hands together.’ I went upstairs and came back with the cord from Steve’s dressing gown. Meanwhile he had progressed upwards and was licking one of my mother’s calves.

‘Enough,’ she said with an edge to her voice. ‘Stand up.’ He did so. ‘Sarah, tie his wrists together and make sure they are tight.’ As I did so she leant forward and was soon licking one of his nipples. When I pulled the cord tight she compounded the effect by biting his nipple causing him to yell. ‘Oh dear, can’t take a tiny bit of pain.’ She went back to licking around it and occasionally flicking it with her tongue. When I stood back, happy that his hands were tied behind his back, she stopped and came to check my handiwork.

‘Good job Sarah.’ Strange but I felt a warm glow from my mother’s praise. She grabbed him by the hair without warning and led him up to the bedroom before pushing him onto the bed so he was on his back. Before he could even try and get comfortable, my mother raked her fingernails up and down his quivering legs leaving red marks. She was about to move to his chest, when suddenly she stopped. She looked directly at the bulge in his knickers. Then I saw what she had seen, a definite small damp spot. She leaned forward and sniffed it.

‘You fucking filthy boy. Why did you not tell me you needed the toilet?’ There was a pause before he uttered, ‘Sorry miss.’

‘Sorry, you dare to apologise. Right.’ She grabbed him by the hair and pulled him off the bed. I followed as she dragged him into the bathroom.

‘Get in the bath you poor excuse for a man.’ With difficulty he managed to step in the bath. ‘Now you will stand there until I say so.’ We didn’t have to wait much more than a minute until the small damp spot grew. A few seconds later then Steve’s piss was dribbling down his legs. The dribble turned into a torrent and it was pouring through the fabric of the knickers, some making a loud noise as it hit the steel bath and some running down his legs and over his feet. Mother let him finish before she spoke.

‘Those were very expensive and you just felt that you could ruin them by wetting yourself. I hope you enjoyed that, as cleaning you up will not be nearly as pleasant.’ She grabbed the shower head, turned on the water, making sure it was set to cold Ankara Eskort and with no warning sprayed his cock which was now visible through the wet material.

‘Pass me the soap Sarah.’ She took the bar from me and pushed it down the front of his knickers before rubbing the outside of the material hard. Steve yelped and I could tell that it wasn’t just from the cold water. After a while, she told him to take the knickers off and she proceeded to wash him from the chest down. She was almost like a nurse when she cleaned his dick, it was clinical. Cold water withstanding, I would have expected him to get a hard on, but he didn’t. Ten minutes later he was clean, dry and back in the bedroom.

‘You’ve let me down and believe you me, the cold water was not punishment enough for ruining one of my best pairs of knickers. You will pay me so I can replace them. In fact you will pay me extra for my inconvenience so I can get two pairs or even three. Your real punishment comes right now. You will receive a sound spanking until your pimply little bottom is as red as Sara’s lipstick. Sarah, sit on the edge of the bed, take off your jacket and hitch up that skirt.’ Mother then took hold of Steve by his neck and pushed him down until he was lying over my lap.

‘Didn’t I tell you, Sarah is the one who will be doing the spanking.’ Both Steve and I looked at each other. I think we had both resigned ourselves to follow mother’s orders. I felt quite self-conscious.

‘Untie his hands,’ mother ordered. I quickly did so and threw the cord across the room. ‘Now Sarah, punish him for being a naughty little boy and wetting himself.’

I closed my eyes as I raised my hand and brought it down on his bottom. There was a resounding slap. Steve flinched.

‘Do it harder darling, I want to hear him scream in pain.’ I felt guilty but put even more force behind the next slap. Mother then came over and scratched her nails deep across his cheeks and without warning struck him much harder than I had done. Steve’s body convulsed and he let out a shriek. She motioned for me to continue. His bottom was looking quite red and I took pity on him by rubbing his buttocks with my hand. I could feel the heat from his skin. He was now moaning so I struck him as hard as I could which made him yelp and my hand sting. I was spurred on by the feeling of his now erect penis against my thighs and spent several minutes scratching, stroking and spanking him.

Mother called a halt to proceedings and made him stand up. ‘Looks like you enjoyed that by the state of your little cock,’ she laughed. She raised her own skirt and sat on the edge of the bed about three feet from me then made him lie across her thighs. No sooner was he in position then she told him to raise his bottom. She opened her legs, reached under him and took hold of his cock then pushed him back down until she had it trapped between her stocking-clad thighs.

‘Sarah darling, twist yourself round a bit and open your legs.’ I suddenly realised what mother wanted. She pushed Steve’s head until it was between my legs.

‘You like girl’s knickers so much that you should love this. Lick my daughter’s until her sweet pussy makes hers all wet and slimy with her girl juice. With that she pushed his head harder between my legs. Steve soon got to work and before long I was pushing myself upward to get more pressure on my puffy lips. I so wanted to rip my knickers to one side but that was not part of the game.

I noticed that my mother was using her thighs to rub his cock while she ran her fingers up and down his back and legs. This whole scene made my breasts ache for attention. I was so caught up in the exquisite feeling of Steve’s mouth on my aroused pussy that I just had to undo my blouse and scoop my breasts out of my bra. My nipples were proud and aching. I squeezed my tits together and rubbed the nipples with my thumbs. Mother smiled at me, ran a finger down Steve’s arse crack before taking hold of his balls and gently squeezing them.

‘Now be a good boy and don’t you dare cum all over my nice stockings, after all we know you have difficulty controlling yourself.’

Me, I couldn’t care less as I was moaning with pleasure. Steve’s tongue was working magic between my legs and it felt like my juices were pissing out of me. I was now pulling hard on my own nipples and squeezing my tits hard until it was almost painful. I knew I was about to climax as my thighs trembled, then huge disappointment as mother pulled Steve’s head from between my legs. I needn’t have worried as mother gave her next batch of orders. Gone were my blouse, knickers and bra and I was lying on my back, skirt around my waist with my legs pushed up to my chest.

Mother took hold of Steve’s rock hard cock and rubbed the tip up and down my puffy slit before guiding it into my well-lubricated pussy.

‘Now you poor excuse for a man, fuck my daughter, fuck her hard and make her cum.’ In no time at all he was pounding me hard and filling my cunt with his gorgeous cock. My juices were dribbling out over his balls. It would not be long now. I heard myself pant and moan and squeal. My hand instinctively made its way down and I furiously rubbed my clit. My pussy muscles were gripping his shaft hard and he slowed down his thrusting.

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The usual disclaimers. There are no STD’s or unwanted pregnancies in my little world. Everyone engaging in sexual acts is over the age of eighteen. This tale includes spanking, anal, and humiliation. If those things turn you off, please choose another of my stories.

A brief sidebar. I am retired and live in Playa del Carmen, Mexico. Six months ago, I met a 54-year-old Dutch woman while walking the beach. After a few drinks she said she wanted to play games with me. In her rented condo she showed me how wild and crazy she could be. Being a 66-year-old horn dog, I thought I had seen it all. How wrong I was. This is to explain why my last few stories have been in the fetish category. A month ago, she sent me a text saying she was at the airport in Cancun, on her way to Ibiza. To be honest, I was relieved.

Ted woke with something tickling his nose. He swatted it away then opened his eyes to find Melody smiling down at him and holding the feather duster he had used on her.

He studied her face to see if she had any regrets about what they had done last night. If anything, she seemed eager to be with him and asked what his plans for the day were.

He replied that he had nothing going on until that evening. His friend Mike wanted him to meet his new girlfriend. Melody seemed disappointed until he said, “This would be a good opportunity to meet him. He’s been my best friend since kindergarten.”

Her face lit up and she gushed, “That sounds good. Where are we going and what do you want me to wear?”

“I don’t want you to wear anything, it makes it much easier to paddle your ass,” he said smiling. “But, as we don’t want to visit the police station again, you should wear something casual. A tank top and shorts, no bra of course.”

That made the smile disappear from her face. “Please Ted, you know I have huge issues about my small tits and big nipples.”

“How about we compromise. Put Band-Aids on your nips and wear a thin bra, no padding,” he suggested.

The smile returned as she said, “Sounds like a perfect solution. And what color would you like to be thinking about the entire evening?”

“C’mere you teasing little slut.”

They kissed for a bit then he gave her ass a whack saying, “Get the hell out of here. I’m sure you have some explaining to do to your father.”

She bit her lower lip and said, “I hope it’s alright, but I called and told him that I had stayed at a friend’s house last night and that they had invited me to their lake cabin. It’s very remote and unfortunately the cell service sucks.”

“And what was his reaction to this blatant lie?” Ted said amused.

“He said that I was to enjoy myself, but I had to be home by 5pm on Friday for a dinner party. That’s in three days,” she said nervously. “So, I was wondering if maybe…”

“Stand up,” he told her. “Now turn around and drop your pants.”

She hesitated and asked, “Panties too?”

“Yes, of course. On second thought, just get naked.”

He sat up on the couch and leaned forward to inspect her body. There were no visible marks on her skin which kind of surprised him. He had given her what he considered to be a few hard swats with the broom handle that he thought might have left a mark. When he touched her tiny ass, he noted that the skin was warm. Melody groaned a little when he squeezed her buns. Her back and thighs were unblemished and at a normal temperature.

He ran his hand up the inside of her thigh with his thumb sticking straight up. He didn’t slow down when it hit her pussy, and he buried it in one shot.

Melody groaned and bent over to give him easier access saying, “Oh fuck yeah, finger my tight pussy. You never fucked me with your cock last night, so do it, do it now.”

“Well, if you’re not in a hurry to be somewhere I suppose I could help a girl out,” he teased. “How do you want it?”

“I was so excited to be naked and bent over the hood of your car last night could we…”

“You mean you want to go out and fuck on my car? In the driveway? In broad daylight?” he asked straight faced.

“That does sound like fun,” she said bursa bayan eskort with a little shiver, “but like you said, it’s better to avoid the police if possible.”

It had instantly turned him on as well, so Ted stood up and brought one of her arms behind her back. He marched her into the kitchen and bent her over the island countertop. With no warning he inserted his cock as deep as he could. She cried out in excitement then in pain as he rammed his cock deep enough to hit her cervix. He eased back an inch then started slowly stroking her now leaking pussy.

“Oh fuck, you are only the second guy to fuck me. He was a lot smaller than you, this feels fantastic.”

Ted didn’t reply, just increased the speed and power of his thrusts.

“Oh, oh you are killing me,” she cried out as her pussy flooded him with fluid. “Keep going, no wait, smack my ass with your cock in me.”

Ted didn’t reply, just reached around her hip and pulled open the drawer next to her. He grabbed a large wooden spoon before slamming the drawer closed. He showed her the spoon, and she started pushing her hips back even harder onto his cock.

Her ass was so narrow that it was hard to get good contact. He moved a little to her side and started a rhythmic beating to her ass. He couldn’t get as deep as before like this but he must have been hitting something good inside her pussy.

Melody could only take it for another minute before she shouted loud enough to raise the dead. She sprayed him, the cabinet and the floor for 30 seconds before collapsing against the counter, then began to cry.

Ted had been on the verge of shooting his load. Even as part of his brain acknowledged that she had stopped moving he couldn’t hold back and filled her with his huge load.

That made the young girl cry even louder. Ted pulled out before putting his arms around her, trying to comfort her. He reached out with one hand and snagged the paper towel holder and pulled it closer. He handed her a few sheets of paper then started rubbing her back and making soft soothing sounds.

She started to wriggle so he let her turn around to face him. She used her hands to boost herself onto the counter.

“Are you ok?” he asked staring intently into her tear-streaked face.

She threw her arms around his neck and squeezed tightly. “Of course I am you lunkhead. I never knew sex could be that amazing. I don’t know if you were keeping count, but I had four orgasms.”

They showered together then Melody went home to get enough clothes for the next three days. They went out that night with Mike and his new girlfriend Angela. Mike was shocked at first when he saw who was with his friend. He soon recovered and they had a great time. After closing they went to the park and sat on the swings until 2am when Officer Miller made a swing through the closed park and shooed them out.

The next two days were spent experimenting with all things kinky. Melody discovered that she didn’t like bondage in any form. Nor did she show any enthusiasm for watersports. She did hold Ted’s cock while he pissed in the backyard late one night and thought that was fun.

She found that she did like all kinds of corporal punishment using a wide variety of household items. She also enjoyed it when he said humiliating things to her, calling her names and threatening to throw her from his car naked in downtown Carpenter. She had brought her largest dildo from home and got off fantastically from having him ream out her ‘filthy fucking cunt’ as she put it.

They were lying in bed that Friday noon recovering from their latest fuck fest and eating a takeout Chinese lunch.

“So, is there anything else you want to indulge in?” he asked.

“Dang, I can’t think of anything. You have something?” she said frowning.

“Oh yes, it’s that time,” he said.

“Time for what, I don’t understand,” she said.

“It’s time for me to fuck that sweet ass of yours,” he said bluntly.

“Oh, well, we did talk about it but, well, I’m not really sure…” she said slowly trailing off.

“Did you bursa escort bayan hear me asking?” he said with steel in his voice.

“I thought we could wait for a while,” she said nervously.

“I don’t think so. It’s time you know what it’s like to have my cock buried in that skinny tight little ass of yours,” he said harshly.

“But what if it hurts? What if I don’t like it?” she whined.

“You are the biggest pain slut I have ever met, of course you’ll like it,” he laughed. Then leaned toward her and said, “But I really don’t care if you like it or not.”

She sat staring at her hands in her lap then stood up and removed her panties. “How do you want me?”

“Lie face down on the bed,” he told her. “I need to get you ready for this.”

Melody was very nervous and lay there as stiff as a board. He took his time, kissing and licking her tiny ass. He finally noticed the muscles of her back relaxing. Ted retrieved the lube and slowly applied it to her tight opening. He kept massaging her until she gave a long sigh. She couldn’t believe how good his tongue and hands felt. He straightened up and tossed the lube onto the bed.

He straddled her legs and said, “Are you ready, my petite slave?”

“Well, I have to, don’t I” she asked, sounding confused. “I must give you my anal virginity. You are making me do this, even if I don’t want to, right?”

He grinned, “Of course you have to do as I say.”

Then he grew serious. “Melody, I do not want to do anything to you that you are not ready for. I think you are ready but if you have doubts let me know now.”

“No. No, if you leave it up to me, I will say no way and forever regret it,” she said. “Just fucking do it, take my anal virginity you fucking perverted dickhead, you defiler of innocent virgins.”

Ted laughed, “You sound like a bad gothic romance novel.”

“Well, in those novels the girls enjoy being ravished, I hope I will feel the same in ten minutes.”

“Oh, this is going to take more than ten minutes, trust me,” he said bending down to plant a kiss on her tiny butt cheek.

He began with light smacks on both cheeks. He gradually increased the force while using the other hand to loosen her rectum. She was concentrating so hard on how delicious it felt to have him spanking her that she was totally surprised when she felt his cockhead push against her tightest hole.

In just a few seconds the entire head of his cock pushed through her sphincter. Because of all the lube it didn’t hurt at all. He stopped to get her reaction but all he got was a moan. He resumed pushing and was astonished when his thighs hit her buns.

“Holy shit,” Melody exclaimed, “What the hell was I afraid of, this feels wonderful. I am so absolutely full of hard cock right now.”

Ted began a slow in and out, but she wasn’t having it.

“Faster you ass fucker, pound the literal shit out of me.”

He took her at her word and started slamming his hips into her.

“A towel, do you have a towel handy?” she panted.

Confused he replied, “Yes, I have one right here.”

“Pull your fat cock out and wipe the lube off then wipe all the lube you can reach from my butthole,” she instructed him.

Shrugging he followed her directions, “Ok, now what?”

“What the hell do you mean now what?” she practically shrieked at him. “Stick that cock up my ass and dry fuck me. I want to feel a little pain before you shoot your stuff up my butt.”

He was amazed at the increase in friction and sensation without the lube. Melody was howling nonstop and came twice. Just as it started to become painful, he let loose in her ass.

She felt it and came one more time. They stayed together as long as possible but soon felt his wilting cock begin to slide out. He quickly got the towel between her legs just as his cock popped free and a gush of fluids soaked it.

They were totally spent, and it was an effort for him to roll over onto his back. He pulled the tiny redhead onto his chest and lightly held her.

He woke with a start, wondering why he was having a hard time breathing. He smiled as his head cleared. They had fallen asleep after their wonderful first try at anal sex.

He glanced at the bedside clock then said, “Shit, hey Melody, it’s after 4:00. You need to get home.”

She jumped up with a curse, “Damn, I need to take a shower before I go.”

Ten minutes later she was out the door in her bare feet carrying her backpack in one hand and her phone and shoes in the other.

He was going to go back to bed for a little longer but then looked at his phone. There were six messages from his mother. Two to tell him she was back in town. One to invite him out to see the new house and have dinner and three more. Each of them was progressively more panicked at his not answering her calls.

His mom answered on the first ring, “Where are you, are you ok?”

“Yeah, Jesus mom, chill,” he said laughing.

“Well, you never answered my email yesterday or this morning and none of today’s text messages either,” she said accusingly.

“First, I never got any emails from you. What did you need?” he said.

“I sent an email asking you to come to dinner at the new house. I have a few surprises that in hindsight I should have told you about before this.”

“Well, I can certainly come for dinner, is it a special occasion? I saw my good suit in the closet yesterday,” he said trying to calm her down.

“Oh, would you?” she cried happily. “But you need to get a move on. You are supposed to be here in 10 minutes and you’re half an hour away.”

“I just looked, and I never got an email from you.”

“I sent it to the same email I used all year,” she said.

“Ahh mom,” he said gently, “That is my school email. I don’t have access to that now.”

“Oh my god, of course you don’t. I am an idiot, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s all good,” he said. “I’ll be there as quick as I can.”

He ran out to his car then quickly input the address his mom had sent him onto his map app. He risked his Uncle Jake catching him speeding and drove well above the speed limit. He pulled into a long drive and went around a corner to find a huge Tudor style mansion spread out before him.

What the hell was his mother thinking? Why would she buy this monstrosity? Was she going to start a boarding school or a hotel? He parked to the side of the four-car garage and made his way between tall hedges to the massive oak door.

His mom threw open the door and rushed out to give him a huge hug. They were both content to stand on the sidewalk for a few moments.

Eventually there was a polite cough, and they broke apart. The cough had come from a very handsome man about as old as his mother. She let go of him and moved to the man. She looped her arm in his and said, “Todd, this is Richard. This is his house, and I am going to be living here from now on.”

“Well, it is a marvelous house,” he said then slyly added, “and the interior decorating is exquisite.”

His mom laughed, “Yes, that’s how we met. This place was a mess when he bought it. He hired me and liked my ideas and well, one thing led to another.”

“Pleased to meet you, Richard,” he said smiling as he took the proffered hand. “So, does this mean you are going to be living in sin with my mother or are your intentions honorable.”

They all laughed, and his mom said, “Oh thank god, I was so worried that you would think I was betraying your father’s memory by getting married.”

“Mom, it’s been three years. I am so glad you found… wait a minute, did you say married?” he asked wide eyed.

“Yes, we are,” Richard confirmed. “I proposed on the one-year anniversary of my first wife’s death.”

“And I said we love each other, and I don’t want to wait so we got hitched five weeks ago,” his mom explained.

“But, why didn’t you say something?” he asked. “I would have come home for the wedding.”

“It was just a small civil ceremony at the courthouse. Only my friend Barb and Richard’s daughter were there as witnesses.”

Richard heard a sound and turned toward it. “Ah, speaking of my daughter, here she is.” He said, smiling. “Come and meet your new stepbrother.”

The two young people froze in shock. Ted found his voice first and said to the petite redheaded girl, “Of Course It’s You.”

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Long Jump. There is nothing to it, right? Just running down a lane before leaping off a board and landing in a pile of sand, right? I beg to differ. Like any other sport, Long Jump too has its’ technicalities. Besides, if it ever was that easy, I would most probably be a record holder now for the event, but I am not, and neither is it that simple. In Long Jump, we sprint down a rubberized runway, which is just like any other ordinary running track, and jump as far as we can from a wooden board that is built level to the runway before landing into a pit filled with finely ground gravel or, more commonly, sand. If we start the jump with any part of our foot past the foul line, it is considered a foul and the distance jumped is not recorded. This is aided by a layer of Plasticine or clay which is placed immediately after the board to detect any fouls. In addition, there is also an official that will make the determination. We can start the jump from anywhere behind the foul line, but here is the catch. The distance measured will always be perpendicular to the foul line to the nearest break in the sand caused by any part of the body or uniform. So, it is always better to get as close to the foul line as possible. We are allowed to place two marks along the side of the runway so that it can help us jump accurately. Remember that layer of Plasticine I mentioned? Well, it is not always present. The runway might be a different surface or we can start our jump from a painted or taped mark on the runway. And that is Long Jump for you, well, the tip of the iceberg, anyway.

I walked down the runway, counting each step in my head as I measured my starting point from the foul line. “78… 79… 80… 81…” At that point, I turned around and faced the sand pit. I closed my eyes, slowing my breathing down to a slow steady rhythm as I felt my racing heart die down to a regular steadfast beat, pushing the knobby hands of adrenaline away as I refused to surrender myself to it. As the sound of my adrenaline-laced blood rushing in my ears died down, I could feel an inner peace spreading out within me as the feel of my heart exploding out of my chest finally evaporated. With one final breath, I opened my eyes and took off for the sand pit, feeling my muscles contracting vigorously as I sprinted as hard as I could down the rubberized runway. Nothing else mattered in the stadium. I ignored the other runners on the track, their skin glistening with their sweat as the Sun shone its’ bright rays onto their rippling skin. I ignored those under the shade of the spectators stand, their veins popping out of their bodies as they contort their bodies to various stretches. I ignored everything. I zeroed in on the sand pit. All about you and me, baby.

When I heard my spikes hit the board with a loud thud, I leapt as high as I could, throwing my limbs back as I felt my back arch backwards, going as far as it could as my head strained to keep itself upright, facing up and beyond. I felt the wind brush through my hair, tickling my cheeks as it howled in my ears. When I felt I was at the zenith of my jump, I threw my limbs forwards, projecting myself further out into the sand pit as it rushed up towards me. I felt the impact of landing on the soft sand, jarring my teeth as I squeezed my eyes shut to block out the rising dust and sand. I opened my eyes and slowly turned around, expecting the worst, a few holes on the layer of Plasticine where my spikes had embedded into them. There was nothing worst, or embarrassing, than having an amazing jump but having to be disqualified just because of a few holes.

But there was none, the Plasticine was as flush as ever. That was one hurdle done, it was a qualified jump. But how did I truly fare? I looked down onto the measuring tape hooked up on the sides of the sand pit, my eyes racing through the numbers as they tried to get my distance. “1m… 2m… 3m…” There it was, 6.45m. I instantly felt my shoulders straighten, feeling an entire weight being lifted off them as a smile slowly stretched across my face. Not only had I managed a qualified jump, but I had succeeded in scoring a fairly decent distance too. In any case, it was my personal best, and I felt extremely proud of myself. Never had I managed to jump beyond 6m and to have scored beyond my expectations was one of my greatest moments. I did a few more jumps and ended my workout session.

I had a long walk home and no company, but I usually lone it anyway. Do not ask why, I do not have a fixed answer for it. But if I had to give one, I would say that I actually find it therapeutic, to be able to dissociate myself from the harsh cruel reality as I escaped into my own fantasy or sift through the problems that had been troubling my mind for days and find ways to solve them. Besides, Tyler and I lived three blocks away so it was not a problem, to me at least.

Growing up was never really a bed of roses for me. When I was four years of age, when I was beginning my exploration of the world before buca escort me, I lost my Father during the Persian Gulf War, more commonly known as Operation Desert Storm. He died while trying to save his own comrade from being shot at by a hail of bullets. On that day, I had lost my own Father, yet I had no idea what that felt like until time matured me further. I lost a pillar of my strength, but I had gained a guardian angel that had been a hero on Earth, watching me from afar, making sure I was doing fine, just like he had always been doing. But that was only the beginning.

I lost my Mother to breast cancer when I was sixteen and had been living on my own ever since. Ever since then, I had been hardening my emotions, closing them off from the world, hiding my sorrow in the deepest corner of my mind, pushing it all away as I grew more stoic to everything else. I am quite fortunate to be part of a wealthy family but it was not what it seemed to be. From far, people see me as living in my own small world of happiness, but as they got closer, they unexpectedly find all these sadness and sorrow welled up within me. True, I had many servants with me, always by my side, ready to take up any duty I set forth to them as they satisfied my every need, no matter how trivial or ridiculous they were. They would rush off to get my meal or find something I needed in another part of the mansion in the blink of an eye. True, I had many chauffeurs that would gladly bring me to any great locations around Singapore to quench my entertainment thirst. I could go to the Singapore Flyer, the tallest observation wheel in the world as it offers stunning broad views of the city centre and beyond, including the Indonesian islands of Batam and Bintan, as well as Johor, Malaysia. I could go to the National Museum which offers a morsel of history through the wide range of exhibits as well as displays that never ceased to enlighten me with knowledge, no matter how small it was. It was not that I did not appreciate all of these and more, I do. But what good does it do when at the end of the day, I still have a hollow emptiness within me?

Wanting to start anew, I had decided to move to New York to further my studies after my National Service, when I felt things were changing for the better. Throughout my National Service career, I had turned my life around, spending on others instead of myself, giving me a warm sensation that felt so alien, so foreign, even, after all those years living with that cold hollow emptiness within me. It was new. It was refreshing. One day in New York, I was queuing up at Starbucks to get my daily dose of caffeine; venti black coffee, no cream, no sugar, to go. As I waited for my order, I accidentally heard the conversation between the baristas. I swear, accidentally, really. They were talking about one of the newer baristas, and not in the bad sort of way. I listened rapt with attention as I heard his struggle and by the end of it, my order was long forgotten. Instead, I longed to know his name, to meet this hero, to help him through his struggle. More importantly, I was impressed by his perseverance. Never had I met someone of that stature. And that had been the spark that kindled a whole new ride of life.

Time escaped me and I found myself standing before my front door. I unlocked it, stepped inside and could not help but smile at the sight before me. He lay before me on the couch, looking as youthful as ever in his sleep as I heard his soft regular breathing. His silky smooth chocolate brown hair that looked like warm hot cocoa frozen in time, so warm and inviting, stood at odd angles at where he had lain his head, a new look to his regular neat spike on the crown of his head. He has alabaster white skin that showed neither a smudge nor a flaw of imperfection, making him look as though he had been a marble statue in Greece that had life breathed into him by the great Rhoecus himself. He has a Greek nose, perfectly straight with no curves or hook-like shape, boosting his Grecian facade. The best part of his museum worthy face? He has the most subtle outline of cheekbones, but in just the right lighting, it was enhanced tenfold, making them look sharper and higher. That was the best, the sudden burst of magic he had within him that allowed him to stop people in their tracks. Well, if you missed out on his cheekbones, fret not, you definitely will not miss his angular jaw. They were so perfectly chiseled and looked so sharp, as though if I were to run my hand across it, they would cut me. Jeez, Tyler, just how great can you be?

He was wearing a tight fitting black sleeveless shirt that was able to capture the amazing body he had underneath. The soft black fabric subtly defined the contour of each and every one of his abdominal muscles, bringing a smile to my lips as I saw the taut ridges of his abdominal muscles being highlighted in proud honor. And unlike most of the gym rats we both knew, his was all natural, not a result of something çağlayan escort out of the medicine cabinet. He was wearing a pair of black jeans that hugged onto his figure beautifully, like a second skin, showcasing his calves in all of their majestic glory. He stirred for an instance before returning to his slumber. I caught sight of his black work boots on his feet and sighed as I knelt before him.

Tyler knows that I can cover both of our expenses just fine but he prefers to find his own way into the ever changing globalized world on his own, always declining any offers I made to ease his bumpy road, always having a steel determination in his mismatched yellow-gold eyes as he soldiered through everyday endeavors with a genuine smile on his face. I truly have a tremendous amount of respect for him because of it. But, in every good there is bad, right? In his past, Tyler was juggling two jobs as both a roofer as well as a barista at Starbucks. Now, after much persuasion as well as cajolery, he is just a regular roofer, but he is always trying to carry two bundles of roofing up the ladder at any given instant, which always strains his back, and I bet that day was no different. He stirred in his sleep again, and ever so slowly, like how the golden orb of the fiery Sun rose out of the horizon. I waited in anticipation, holding onto my breath, just like how every creature of Mother Nature’s creation did before an awe-striking sunrise that was God’s gift to all of us on Earth. He opened his eyes.

Tyler has mismatched yellow-gold eyes, just like I do, and residing in them was his headstrong willpower that burned brightly in an eternal flame that never seemed to waver no matter how hard the going gets. I smiled down onto him.

“Hey, Tyler. Had a good sleep?” I asked tenderly as I ran the back of my hand down the side of his face. I knew he loved that, it reassures him of my presence with him.

“Yeah,” he sighed out happily, “Real nice.” He made a move to sit up but it was intruded by a wince. He twisted around, but I knew he was trying to hide the hand he was resting against his back.

“I’m fine,” he told me hurriedly when he noticed me eyeing him. I placed a firm yet loving grip on his shoulder.

“Why don’t you let me give you a good rub down?” I asked. He looked up at me and I thought I caught a flash of lust in his mismatched yellow-gold eyes before disappearing completely.

“Yeah, I could use that,” he admitted with a sigh. He tried to stand again, but the familiar wince came out of his full tender lips. Without hesitation, I scooped him up in my arms and walked down the hallway leading to our room.

He wrapped his arms around my neck and told me, “You’re too kind for your own good, do you know that?”

I smiled down at him, “For you, anything is possible.” I pushed through the door and stood him gently onto the floor. He crossed his hands under him and made to remove his black sleeveless shirt. I reached out from behind him and grabbed onto his hands softly as I nuzzled my face into his neck. I felt him stretch his neck out like a swan, welcoming me into him as I felt a vein pop out against his skin while he sighed out longingly.

“Don’t. Let me,” I whispered into his ear, letting my hot breath caress his ear as he shivered with desire in my arms. I slowly teased the black sleeveless shirt off his body, letting the soft cotton play across his skin before finally shedding it in a rustle of cotton. When that happened, his smell spread throughout the room and fuck, it was intoxicating. Tyler’s smell was his own. He has a musky earthy note from his natural oils that was neither too overpowering nor was it too choking. It was perfect for a guy of his stature. But there was more, a unique note to him that was unlike anything that I had ever come across before. If black roses ever existed, he would have a subtle hint of it on him. It was dark and mysterious. Every time I caught a whiff of it, I was left begging for more. I kissed him on his neck again. This time, I let my tongue trail along the length of his neck, tasting him in my mouth as his natural musk sent my nose to sheer ecstasy that surpassed the seven layers of Heaven itself. I sucked on him, right under his jaw and he let out a long moan into the room. I parted and wiped my lips with the back of my hand. Give me a break, I could not resist him, I can never.

I laid him down onto the bed and he sighed out gratefully. I reached out towards the bedside table, pulled out a drawer and picked out a bottle of lavender scented oil. I popped the plastic cap open and my nose went crazy. The scent of lavender, so subtle and relaxing, intermingled with Tyler’s smell, so robust as well as powerful, creating a whole new level of scent that surely drove anybody crazy. I rubbed my hands generously with the fragrant oil and got to work on him. Slow and deep is the secret, right?

With the heels of my hands, I started off with a long stroke çankaya escort from the pelvis, working my way up along both sides of his spine as I heard Tyler let out a soft moan. I smiled. Inhaling the inebriating brew of scents in the room, hearing Tyler’s moan escape his soft tender lips, seeing his back glisten with oils, feeling his rough weather beaten skin slide against my glossy fingers as I worked on his hard back muscles… Suddenly, the temperature of our room had risen ten degrees higher, but was that because of the heated intimacy we were building?

I shed my shirt, leaving the both of us clad in our jeans. It was a recipe for a massive hard on, basically, and I could feel my jeans getting tighter in certain areas, feeling my cock getting harder and stiffer with every second that ticked by as I continued massaging Tyler’s back. When I reached his shoulders, I swiveled my hands so that my fingers reached out to his ribs. He inhaled sharply at my touch and I knew he was turned on by it as much as I was, if not more. While I was there, I reached for his nipples. They were rock hard and erect, perking up nicely out of his chest as I swirled my soft fingertips all over them. I gave him a pinch and he let out a wince. By then, I had already climbed onto the bed and was sitting on his butt, making sure that he could feel my rock hard cock resting against his butt muscles.

“Too hard?” I asked sweetly.

He rested the side of his head against the bed and panted, “No… Keep going…” Working my thumbs in small deep circles, I started kneading him in the interior part of his shoulder blades, before slowly moving up the spine again, into the base of his head and then down to the small of the back.

“Ahhh… Yes… There…” he sighed out. At the base of his head, I pressed the tips of my forefinger and middle finger deep into the furrows and that continued for awhile as I alternated my hands and overlapped my strokes. I glided down his back and he arched his back, letting out an increasingly loud moan with every inch I slid down his back. Fuck, that was hot. He lay back down again, awaiting my next move. I could not take it anymore.

I had to have him. He was mine, and I was going to have him whether he wanted to or not. Starting from the bottom of his spine, I kissed my way up, landing imprints of my burning passion for him as he tried to squirm away from my salacious hunger. I lay on his back, nuzzling my face against his neck as I breathed heavily next to his ear, causing him to shiver with concupiscence as I felt my hunger grew. I growled next to his ear, feeling my throat vibrate against his skin before nibbling his ear lightly as I sucked on his ear lobe. I slid myself off him and tugged his jeans off, pulling the damned piece of clothing off him, dropping it onto the floor in a thud of denim before shedding his black Calvin Klein boxers.

“Don’t you think your ass needs a good massage too?” I asked. Come on, to hide a body like his under clothes should be punishable by law, if you ask me, especially in bed. I expected a protest from him and was prepared to backhand him.

But he gasped out hungrily, “Yes!” I smiled as I revered Tyler’s butt. It was perfectly toned from all the workouts he does and looked great. I raised my hand and slapped it home. Quick. Fast. No hesitation. He cried out in pain as the echo of the slap reverberated through the room, but it did not stop me, it never does. He could scream all he want, but he was mine. And so, I increased my speed, growing faster and harder as I landed blow after blow on both of his cheeks. Overtime, Tyler’s cries of misery subsided as moans of pleasure took over, escaping his tender lips softly with every blow I made. When I was done, I stood back. Tyler’s butt was a burning scarlet, the brightest one yet, and it looked even better. He was breathing hard from the torment I had put him through, holding onto the sheets in his clenched fists as I heard his ragged breathing. I lowered my face towards his butt and nuzzled against them lovingly, feeling the heat coming through his cheeks as I felt them vibrate from the stings under my cheek. I kissed each of his cheeks, a quick peck to each of them, as he thrusted his cheeks towards me. He wanted me, I knew it. I rested the side of my face against his cheeks and rubbed them sensually.

“I’ll be nice,” I reassured him. I reached out from under him and took out his cock. It was decent, a splendid length of eight inches and each of them was rock hard as it throbbed with lewd energy in my hands. I sucked his ball sack into my long awaited mouth, letting the skin of my tongue and the skin of his ball sack merge into a single entity that sent shivers down both of our spines as I felt his balls tingle with delight. He sighed out and I got to work on him, parting his cheeks open ever so carefully, making him anticipate in suspense. I slowly licked his cheeks and the top of his crack, circling my long wet tongue, spiraling it as I made my way closer and closer to his hole. I teased his hole once with a very quick flick of my tongue and he rocked on the bed. When I finally reached his hole I kissed it, long and hard with my lips as he moaned out, “Oh, God, Zul…” Yeah, that’s it, Tyler, beg me for it, let me hear you want it…

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What I am about to write here is part confession and part catharsis. However, it isn’t something I feel guilty about because it was forced on me. I would never have chosen to do the things I was made to do on that warm night in May 1865. What I do feel guilty about, what I do need confess is that I can’t seem to stop repeatedly committing those acts.

You’ll forgive me if I forget the exact date. I’m not sure I ever knew it, but I had been traveling home to Jones County, Mississippi from the battlefields of Virginia for several weeks. In the course of that long journey I lost track of things, although I know it was sometime in the middle of May. I had been the captain of a company of Virginia infantry men fighting for the South, mustering in after finishing my degree at the University of Virginia in the spring of 1861.

In this private writing, I do not need to recount my tales of that horrible conflict. You can find that in my memoir. However, this story concludes and completes those stories.

The penultimate leg of my journey ended 30 miles from home at a railway station. The Yankees had torn up the spur rail line leading to my hometown. I was forced to walk the remainder of the trek.

Sometime in the late afternoon, while walking along the road home, I passed a small squad of Negro soldiers led by a white sergeant. Armed only with a sword and knife, I posed no threat, and they wordlessly passed me by. A few gave me either indifferent or mildly hostile looks while marching past.

As twilight approached, I stopped in a clearing in the woods along the road, a small meadow I knew from childhood. It wasn’t home, but it was familiar and provided some small comfort. A spring chill was in the air, so I decided to make a small fire, made a ‘bed’ for the night as best I could with a blanket and some dried leaves, ate some hard tack and jerky and fell asleep.

If it wasn’t for my exhausted state, I might never have nodded off. When I awoke the fire was dead and cold, a oil lantern was shining in my face and I could make out the outline of two soldiers in the glare behind the light.

“See, he’s awake now,” I heard a Negro voice chuckle.

His companion laughed a cruel laugh, then said, “We’ll wake him up good in a minute.”

“What the hell do you boys want?” I asked in protest.

The larger one reached down and grabbed me by my shirt collar, tearing it in the process. He pulled me to my feet, and I tried to swing at him. He dodged the blow while grabbing my arm and twisting it behind my back. His friend grabbed it and held and both of them sandwiched me between them. My first assailant was huge, thick and tall. His skin was black as night, I could see that now.

I’m not a tiny man but he made me feel like a rag doll, especially with his friend, only slightly taller than me, pressing me from behind.

In the course of their conversing later, I learned the big, dark Negro was Cassius. The smaller but still formidable companion was Andy, a light-skinned Negro whose features were more European than African.

“What we want is you, BOY!” Cassius said.

Together, the two started stripping me. By the way they treated my garments, I gathered they did not intend to buca escort rob me. I struggled and cursed them most violently, but I could not overcome them. From a bag on the ground, Andy drew forth a set of slave shackles with which he managed to confine my arms and legs. My hands were bound in front and the chains on both sets were loose enough to allow me some freedom of movement. I would never be able to run or swing my arms freely though.

When I made an attempt to strangle Andy with the chain between my hand manacles, Cassius hit me hard in the face with his fist. I was staggered by the blow. Although I didn’t lose consciousness completely, my legs buckled and Cassius quickly threw me over his shoulder. He carried me while he and Andy walked through the woods along a rough path leading to an abandoned cabin a half mile or less to the west. It was a cabin I didn’t remember being there. Nevertheless, they had made it their headquarters and vault for thievery. The place was full of furniture and other booty of war looted from homes and farms in the area.

Cassius threw me down on a thick, expensive, feather bed mattress laying on the floor. Still groggy, I looked up at them both as the disrobed. Andy was slender but fit. His cock was semi-hard with almost no foreskin. It would reach a little over six inches when erect, I later learned. Cassius was even more like a giant when he was naked. His physique was quite muscular but covered with a softening and small layer of fat. He was massive. The cock and balls of Cassius were huge and pendulous. His foreskin was loose and long, too. Ultimately, his length would end at just under 10 inches when tumescent.

Andy laughed, “Looks like he’s lookin’ forward to this.” He pointed at my loins.

I looked down and my own cock was hard as a rock and at its maximum five inches. I blushed deeply and was confused, panicked and afraid. How could I be so apparently amorous under these conditions and with two Negro men?

Cassius pulled me up by my chains into a kneeling position.

“Stay,” he said, like someone commanding a dog.

He pulled on his cock and I watched as it grew and grew. Andy already was fully erect. Wordlessly, he stepped foward and started rubbing this cock across my face and lips. I tried to turn my head away, but he cuffed me and made it clear I would get more of the same if continued to fight him. So, I closed my eyes and endured.

“Yeah, that’s it, doggy,” Andy said. “I’m getting my scent on you. You goin’ to learn that scent and learn to love it. After tonight, you goin’ to follow it to my cock whenever it needs your mouth. You’re goin’ to become our slave tonight.”

God help me, but the scent did get in my head. I felt my cock twitch and I started to breathe more deeply, almost panting like a dog.

“Suck my chestnuts,” Andy commanded and I amazed myself again by opening my mouth to them. Maybe it was simple fear. I took them in my mouth and bathed them with my tongue and saliva. Neither Andy nor Cassius seem to have taken a bath recently, and their odors were strong. I doubt my own were much better though.

His taste was amazing, salty, musky and fecund. I drew him into my nostrils çağlayan escort as my mouth engaged in silent prayer to his seed sacks. Most of my mind was full of sensation and an awakened, powerful lust, but what real thought I had was occupied with contemplating the power and magic of the phallus in my face.

Finally, Andy hands pulled my head higher and wordlessly, but with a grunt of satisfaction, he inserted the crown of his penis and half the shaft into my mouth. I heard a loud moan and was startled to discover it was from me.

Andy proceeded to give me a quick lesson in how to worship a phallus. My teacher used both spoken words and physical direction through his hands. He told me to use my lips as a pillow or barrier between my teeth and the cock in my mouth. Andy instructed me how to move my tongue and where to apply light pressure, how to suck and at what speeds and when. Some of course came to me naturally from my own experience of self pleasure.

Meanwhile, Cassius emitted occasional grunts and groans as he watched and wanked. Although I had at first thought the larger, stronger Cassius was in charge, it gradually became clear to me he was the brawn to Andy’s brain. Andy got first dibs at my body and mouth as a privilege, but he also was preparing me for a second assault from Cassius and his giant endowment.

With a groan, he pulled his cock from my dripping mouth and moved to my rear. I couldn’t see him, but I felt him insert a finger in my ass after, apparently, coating it in lard. Meanwhile, Cassius positioned himself on his knees before me, his battering ram of a phallus pointed at my face and mouth.

“Suck my cock, cracker,” he commanded.

I proceeded to lick and slurp its length. This seemed to satisfy him at first, but even I knew it wouldn’t last. Andy circled his finger around the inner ring of my anus, stretching me and adding a second finger and more lard. I was panting and moaning. I couldn’t seem to help myself. Could I sink any lower? What more could this war do to me?

“Mmmm, hmmm, he’s loosening up real nice, Cas,” Andy said.

“We’re going to spitroast you, cracker,” he said, ignoring Andy. Cassius then chuckled, and shoved his cock into my mouth. I attempted to swallow as much of that ebony meat pole as I could. After several back and forth thrusts, Cassius surprised me by slowing down. He took my head in his hands and adjusted the angle, then he said, “Swallow.” I did and he thrust at the same time, entering my throat. He held me tight and began short stroking into me. My mouth was stretched and full of cock. My only bit of luck was that as thick as Cassius’ phallus was, it was not proportionally thick. It was longer than it was wide.

Behind me, I felt Andy remove his fingers, now three in number, and quickly push his cock into my ass. He groaned at the sensation.

“Damn, Cas! This bitch is SO tight.”

“Yeah,” Cas said. “He was made for this. Weren’t you, cracker?”

I didn’t answer. I was spitroasted, a pig on a skewer of African phallus. Back and forth they pulled and pushed me. I was a cheap Jackson whore for them to use. I became passive and resigned myself to simply enduring their assault. çankaya escort Then, Andy touched something inside me with his cock, and I felt my eyes roll back. I shivered. What was going on? I moaned loudly and they laughed.

“You found his spot, huh, Andy?”

“Yeah, he’s going to be spoiled now,” he laughed. “He’s goin’ to be wantin’ it now.”

I clenched my ass on his cock, and Cassius continued to use my mouth. Finally, it was Andy who came after a series of fast, short thrusts while deep in my ass. I felt his African seed plant itself there, filling it. As Cassius persisted in working my mouth and throat. Andy rested his cock inside me as I felt him relax and bend over my back before pulling out and falling to the side.

Cassis saw this and his chance at my ass. I should have been terrified or repulsed, but I was neither. I felt that tower of flesh at my anus and groaned as it stretched me. I shivered at the pain, but Cassius took it slowly. He grunted and moaned like an animal in the process, but I did, too. Slowly, the phallus sank into me.

“Oh, shit,” Andy exclaimed. “Someone finally took it all.”

And then slowly, ever so slowly, Cassius built up speed. His cock was like the rod between the wheels of a locomotive, up and down, back and forth.

I moaned loudly as his hit that spot inside me again.

“That’s it,” Andy said. “Moan like a woman, you bastard. You’re takin’ black, African cock like one. Are you a whore, cracker, are you?”

I ignored it, but Andy reached under me and twisted a nipple.

“Say it!” He commanded.

“I’m a whore.”

“Good, good.”

“Are you going to keep taking black cock after tonight like a good girl?,” he asked.

“Yes, yes.”

“I thought so,” Andy acknowledged with a chuckle.

Cassius smacked my ass and joined Andy in verbal abusing me, making me beg for their cocks, promising to be their slave.

“Let me milk this cow,” Andy said.

As Cassius pounded my ass, Andy reached underneath and began pulling on my cock. It didn’t take long at all until I screamed in release and my phallus began spewing seed below us. As I did, my ass clenched tight on Cassius’ cock. It too began spurting and filling me again with African seed. Frankly, it still remains one of the moments of highest ecstasy in my life, and one I would seek to relive. Waves of sensation and lust peaked and fell inside me. The horrors of war were banished and washed away in the primal debauchery. I shivered and shook as my essence poured forth, and then I passed out.

I believe it was only for a few seconds, but when I looked around Cassius and Andy were seated, still naked and passing a bottle of whiskey back and forth. It was the better part of an hour before they finally passed out drunk. Once I secured the key from a ring of keys in the pile of clothes from both men. I was able to free myself from my bonds, find my clothes, dress and sneak away. My ass was sore, and I was worse for wear, but they had not left me in a completely helpless condition.

Only three days later, after my return home, I learned both had deserted. Their commander was removed as well. It appeared they had an arrangement with him to split the profits of their predations. The entire corrupt scheme came unraveled when an envious soldier informed on all three men. Both Andy and Cassius were long gone, taking my secret far to the north, presumably.

One day, I may write of what happened to me my return home, but that is for another time.

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I had stopped at the sex store that had video booths in the back room late one afternoon. As I was stopping, getting out of my car, I saw a tall young black guy with a medium Afro, that had been walking past, he looked at me and then turned around and went into the sex store ahead of me. I thought, Could this guy read me that well that he immediately understood I was on the prowl for cock?

Here I was a 40-something married white guy, going into a sex arcade, and this young black guy understood what I was up to.

I shook it off, went inside to find the arcade area was fairly busy, and darkened. A half dozen other middle aged men were milling around going in and out of booths.

As I was looking at some of the posters describing the movies available, I saw the young guy, glance at me, and then go into one of the end booths and close the door, almost. I could see him watching me through the slight opening in the door. My heart was pounding as I thought about how could he have known what was on my mind?

I thought, “That’s what I came here for wasn’t it?” I had never sucked a black cock before. I reasoned, “Today must be the day.”

I turned and walked toward the booth. As I approached, he pushed the door open slightly, inviting me it. I stepped into the small booth, closed and locked the door behind me. It was close quarters inside , and we stood within 2 feet of each other. Neither of us said a word, just stood looking into each others eyes. My breathing was slightly ragged, as I was on edge. The thrill of what was happening was on me like a coat.

After looking at each other for what seemed like a long time, but was only a minute, he slowly raised his hands, put them on the top of my shoulders, pushing down, indicating I was supposed to kneel in front of him! I did.

As he looked down at me, he unbuckled his pants and slide them down his legs. He was wearing boxers which had a very large bulge in the front pushing his boxers out toward me. Oh my God! Was this guy hung!

He slowly reached out taking hold of my head and pulled my face against the front of his boxers. I could barely breath! My heart was pounding! I knelt there trembling as he rubbed the front of his boxers with his hard cock behind the fabric all over my face! I could feel its hardness, I could feel it’s girth, I could feel it’s length!

My fingers mecidiyeköy escort were trembling as I reached up, and tugged his boxers down around his ankles. His big black cock sprang up into my face! I’ve never seen a cock like this young man had! It had to be a foot long! His coal black cock was thick, heavily veined, uncut and throbbing with each beat of his heart! It was magnificent!

I reached up with both hands and wrapped them around his manhood. With one hand above the other on his shaft, there had to be four or five inches still sticking out! I was never going to be able to deep throat this! I pulled his big cock toward my mouth. I knew I would do the very best I could to give him maximum pleasure with my hands, lips, mouth and tongue. I slowly stroked his length as he leaned back against the wall relaxing, looking down at me as I serviced him.

I ran my tongue from his balls up to the sensitive spot under his cock head. I licked his flesh and felt the fullness along with the big veins running along his shaft. I took my time and feasted on this incredible cock, giving it the attention it deserved. When my tongue and lips were at the head, my eyes went to his eyes as I ran my tongue under the foreskin and over the top of the head. With that he sighed, and shivered, relaxing up against the wall even more. He knew he was in for a prolonged experience from a white guy that was worshipping his big black cock.

I licked, sucked and stroked every inch of this young man’s manhood. I varied the pressure, intensity and speed of my movements. When he groaned, stood up straight, I pulled away for a bit, letting him know that we had a long ways to go yet. His big beautiful cock was bobbing a few inches in front of my face, and several times brushed up against my chin, cheek, eyes, lips or forehead, leaving a trail of precum and my saliva. My own seven inch cock was rock hard and throbbing, but this was not about me. This was all about him. His pleasure,but also somehow my pleasure through my servitude of him.

He seemed to understand what I was about as he leaned back against the wall and waited as I brought my mouth and tongue back into play. I took his cock head into my mouth and this time slowly taking in as much of him as I could. The head hit the back of my throat, and there was still six inches of him pendik escort to go! I worked his massive member slowly in and out of my mouth going a little deeper into my throat each time. I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my hands and fingers over his hard stomach and up on his chest. My palms brushed his nipples, and I felt them stiffen. With the thumb and fore finger of each hand I grasped and rolled his nipples causing them to stiffen even more. I worked them over as my mouth stayed busy slowly taking as much of his length in and out of my mouth and a little into my throat as I could.

My fingers rolled, pulled, tugged, squeezed and even pinched his nipples causing him to groan, stand up straight again and push his hips forward. I took my mouth off of his straining cock, letting it hit against my chest as my lips, mouth and tongue replaced my fingers and I spent sometime time licking, sucking and kissing each nipple in turn. I could feel his big cock throbbing against my chest. He was breathing harder now, but I wanted to prolong this amazing experience for both of us. I worked each nipple over in turn, pleasuring him now in a different dimension. He leaned back against the wall once again, relaxing with deep breaths now understanding that this was not going to be some quick blow job, but a prolonged, exciting, mind blowing experience.

When his cock settled down and was not throbbing as much, I leaned back which brought it back in front of my face. I admired it for a few seconds and then reaching up grasped his shaft with one hand, putting the other hand back on his chest, to one of the nipples. I rolled, tugged, pulled and squeezed his nipples one after another as I brought his big cock up and slowly wiped it all over my face with my other hand. Each time it was at my lips, I licked the head and tasted the precum that was flowing out of his opening. His precum and my saliva covered my face. He groaned again, but kept leaning against the wall. One of his hand came up, and he started to gently run his fingers through my hair caressing my head.

We went on for the longest time like this. Me working his body, edging him closer and closer to a mind blowing orgasm, and then slowing up. We were both gasping and sweating. His big beautiful cock swelling, throbbing, and turning even darker, (if that was possible) as he leaked sancaktepe escort copious amounts of precum while I worked him over. I was struggling, taking as much of his big cock into my mouth and throat as I could, but I still had inches to go that I might never be able to swallow. As I edged him closer and closer, building the intensity of his pleasure higher and higher, there were times where he grabbed my head and was fucking my face even deeper than I was able to do on my own! I knelt back lower to the floor after a minute or two of those time, allowing his cock to pull out of my mouth. He was breathing hard like he had been running a race. When he settled down a little, it started all over again.

I don’t have any idea of the time that had passed. It seemed timeless. Him with his beautiful big black cock. Me with my mouth, lips, tongue, throat and fingers servicing him, worshipping his cock. Then I picked up my pace. I sucked harder, deeper, licked everywhere, played with his nipples even more, and he stood up straight and tangled his fingers in my hair and started to fuck my mouth in ernest! Both of us were moaning, and were breathing hard, him with the sexual excitement, me with the sexual excitement, but also trying to breath around his beautiful piece of meat now sliding in and out of my throat!

He started fucking my face harder, even violently as his orgasm roared over him! I was expecting to swallow his ejaculation, but I wasn’t expecting the amount that came out of his cock, going into my mouth and throat! Spasm after spasm after spasm, spurt after spurt after spurt! He cried out as he emptied him semen into me. I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, but it still flowed out of my mouth onto my shirt!

Then he let go of my head, dropped back hard against the wall, and slumped down to a sitting position near me as his legs gave out. He sat there a couple of feet from me breathing very hard, looking down, recovering from his orgasm.

I was slumped against the other wall, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I struggled to regain my composure.

After a bit, he looked up and into my eyes and he smiled. For the first time he spoke, “I’ve never ever had a blow job like that. I’ve never cum like that before. Thank you!”

I simply said, “You’re welcome. My pleasure too.”

We pulled our clothes on and walked out of the booth and outside to my car. I offered to drop him to where ever he was going. He accepted. On the ride to his place, we exchanged names and phone numbers. James told me he wanted to see me again and get more of what I had given him. I told him that I did too, and we did. I’ll tell you about that in chapter 02.

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Author’s Note: Thanks for all the great comments regarding my last story “Locker Room Surprise”. This story is also inspired by real life events that are happening between a friend and I – as we slowly work up the courage to be intimate with each other. Enjoy and please feel free to share your thoughts with me – I greatly enjoy corresponding with my readers.

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I guess it started a few years ago. I have always been a lover of erotica and pornography, so it became a daily ritual for me to get on the ‘Net and do some surfing. I loved the great amount of hot stories and explicit photos I found, and it exposed me to some things that I had never seen.

One of these forbidden areas was male-to-male erotica. At first I reacted like any red-blooded American male is supposed to feel – repulsed. But after years of seeing women enjoying a nice, hard cock in their mouths, I had to admit that I was a little curious. So, after a little soul searching, I began to read male erotica and imagine myself as a character in them. At first I was attracted to stories where a straight guy is seduced into gay sex, but eventually I found myself fantasizing about taking a hard cock into my hungry mouth and feeling a slick cock enter my virgin ass.

And that is how I got to the point where I started to fantasize about Kevin. He was an old friend of mine with whom I kept in touch with over the years, and no matter how long it had been since our last conversation we were always glad to hear from each other.

We shared an old house in college as room-mates, and we had some pretty wild times together. We each would occasionally bed a comely co-ed, and sometimes it seemed we would compete to see who could be the loudest in bed. Through the thin walls of that run-down bungalow I could hear everything going on in Kevin’s room, and I would sometimes find myself imagining what it would be like to be in there with Kevin and his latest conquest. If I were alone, I would often play with myself while listening to Kevin pleasure some girl. I would often try to time my orgasm with his – imagining that I was shooting several thick ropes of cum into his hot date’s quivering cunt. A few times I even imagined that we were fucking her together and that we were shooting our cum across her face.

Kevin was a very good-looking man, and his girlfriends were usually quite attractive as well. He was about my height (6’0”) with a muscular build and an ass that many girls told me was “awesome”. I was no slouch myself, with my broad shoulders and very thick cock.

Anyway, one day, out of the blue I got this email from Kevin telling me that he was going to be in St. Louis that weekend on a business trip. Since I lived in a small town some two hours away, he asked if I would mind coming up and checking out the town with me.

I checked with the wife and got the green-light so I replied that I would be able to come up for the night. I have to admit that my cock twitched a bit when his reply carried the message that I could stay in his hotel room.

For the next few days I was very distracted and horny. I wanted to sit back and masturbate while thinking of some sexy scenario involving Kevin and I, but I realized that I wanted to be a my sexual peak if anything happened. So I went through those few days in a kind of sexual fog – always slightly horny but not wanting to get too turned on.

Finally, at last, Friday was there. I got all the loose ends tied together at work and headed out on the interstate for St. Louis. I was wearing a pair of tan slacks and a nice blue polo shirt. On impulse that morning, I decided to wear no underwear – hoping that this would some how make me sexier to Kevin.

The ride to St. Louis went rather quickly as my mind wandered in and out of fantasies and memories of Kevin. I would start to imagine what his ass would look like as he pounded some lucky coed into his bed, and then I would remember those glimpses of his soft cock that I caught as he went from the bathroom to his bedroom. I even fantasized about him telling me how much he wanted to taste my cock.

I got to the hotel bar early, and I spent the time waiting on Kevin and letting my mind wander, fantasizing about what could happen that night. It was not until I stood up to greet Kevin that I happened to look down at my pants. Much to my embarrassment I could see a large wet spot of pre-cum that had leaked from my neglected cock. The wet spot was very noticeable on my light-colored slacks, and Kevin sensed my acute discomfort as I attempted to look nonchalant.

Thankfully, he just said that I must have spilled something on myself, and he dropped it. I was not sure if he knew the real reason for the spot, but he was cool about it and he made me feel very comfortable.

We sat and talked about what was going on with each other, and I notice that I was having trouble keeping my mind in the conversation. I kept drifting off to the place where I had been the last few days, and I caught myself looking too long at Kevin’s body.

Finally, alsancak escort Kevin said that I acted very tired and asked if I wanted to take a nap before we went out to the bars that night. Without thinking about it, I said “sure”, and we started up to his room. After we stepped on to the elevator and the elevator doors closed, I realized that Kevin and I were alone and that there was this sexual tension in the air.

My cock began to gradually harden against my leg as I began to fantasize about us being alone in his hotel room. I was not thinking about anything in particular, but just the notion of us being together made my body yearn for a caressing touch. As I walked down the long hallway following Kevin, my urgent need gave me the strength to gaze longingly at his perfect, tight ass.

And then, abruptly, Kevin stopped and turned toward me. He had almost walked by his room, and by turning around so fast he caught me leering at his beautiful backside. A small smile crept across his lips as he turned back to the door and let us inside.

I nervously entered and went over to the corner of the room – feeling unsure of myself and almost a little scared. I think Kevin could sense my unease, and he quickly told me to hop into one his two beds and get some sleep. He then turned and slowly walked into the bathroom. As I started to lay down on the far bed, I could hear Kevin doing something by the closet. His next words caused my cock to literally throb with excitement.

“I’m gonna take a shower and try to relax after that lousy flight. I’ll try not to wake you.”

A few seconds later I heard Kevin enter the bathroom and then the shower start running. As I sat there on the bed with a stunned look on my face, I began to fantasize about Kevin and his shower. I imagined that I was watching him soap himself up, and I realized that my cock needed to be touched. The situation was filled with too much tension, and I needed to relieve the hard hunger that called from my cock. There was no way I could function in my current state, so I decided to pleasure myself before Kevin was done with his shower.

I then reached down and gave my stiff member a good squeeze through my pants – teasing myself with a taste of the pleasure that was soon to come. But before I could act, I wanted to make sure that Kevin was indeed in the bathroom. I did not want to get caught in the act.

So I quietly walked over to the opening near the sink and closet and peered around the corner. At first, I was disappointed because Kevin had left the bathroom door open a few inches. I was too afraid that I might not hear him come out if I was to pleasure myself on the bed. But after a few seconds, I suddenly realized that a voyeuristic opportunity awaited me. I had the chance to catch a glance of Kevin. Maybe I would get to see his ass or even his cock.

So as softly as I could, I crept over to the open door and peered inside. The scent of hot water and soap filled my nostrils and it further awakened my need to catch a glimpse of Kevin.

At first, all I could see was a toilet and another bathroom sink. I cursed the fates for putting the shower on the other side of the room. I was about to turn away when I saw something that caused my jaw to drop open.

Reflected in the mirror above the sink was the image of a nude Kevin – half hidden by the shower curtain with his back to me. I could see that he was washing his hair, and I silently watched the shampoo run down his lean back and over his awesome, wet ass. I stood there like a statue too stunned by my good fortune to fully realize what I was seeing. It took a few seconds before my hand instinctively moved to my crouch and my lips met as I swallowed hard with my dry mouth. I urgently fished my steel hard cock from my zipper as I sought to see every part of Kevin that I could.

A few glorious moments went by as Kevin finished his hair and I watched longingly as the last of the bubbles cascaded over his chiseled ass. I silently lamented that soon my scene would come to an end, but I also hoped that I would get to see even more of my old college friend.

And did I ever.

An audible moan escaped my lips as I saw Kevin turn around and lift his foot to the back part of the tub. This gave me a perfect view of his front, and my eyes quickly zero’ed in on his cock.

It looked so damn beautiful. He was completely shaven and his cock and balls hung before me like a bunch of luscious, ripe grapes. While he was not large by any means, his equipment was well shaped and caused in me a yearning of deep need. As I stared at the water running off of his enchanting sex, I was struck with the urge to taste his flesh – to gather his sex into my mouth and enjoy the sweetness of his member.

It was then that his cell phone rang. I must have jumped eight feet in the air as I turned and stared blankly at the phone sitting on the sink. I just wanted the damn thing to quit – I wanted nothing to interrupt the amazing show that I was seeing.

I must altıeylül escort have frozen there too long because the next thing I am conscious of was Kevin telling me to hand him the phone. It was then that I realized Kevin had gotten out of the shower and was standing next to me at the door. I could not believe it, and I was completely mortified. I quickly grabbed the phone and handed it too him. I was too embarrassed to look his way. My hard cock was sticking straight out of my pants, and I quickly turned and went to the bed.

I decided to act like nothing had happened, so I dropped my pants, took off my socks and shirt, and I jumped under the covers. I feigned that I was going to sleep, and I hoped that Kevin would let the matter drop. For a long minute Kevin talked on the phone and I thought more and more about what I had done and what I had seen. My cock became very noticeable under the sheets as the site of Kevin’s hard ass flittered about in my brain. I decided to turn on my side — away from Kevin and the bathroom.

Finally, the call was over. And I waited.

For a few seconds I heard nothing and I hoped that Kevin would believe that I went to sleep.

Luckily for me, he didn’t.

I felt Kevin sit on my bed and I heard him nervously clear his throat before he spoke.

“Hey…wake up. I know you are not asleep so you might as well give it up. I want to talk to you about something.”

I hesitated for a second but then I rolled over and looked him in the eyes. He looked so damn sexy wearing just that white towel around his waist. And I could smell the faint odor of the soap on his skin. I gave him a half-hearted smile and I asked him what he wanted. I was ready for him to yell at me and ask me to leave. He didn’t.

“I know you were looking at me in the shower. I saw where you were standing and how you had your cock out. “

He then gave a little chuckle as he saw me turn away in embarrassment.

“Hey, don’t worry. I never got mad in college, so why would I now.”

I gave him a shocked look of someone caught in the act. Did he know that I listened to him in college?

“Yeah, that’s right. I knew that you would listen to me while I fucked some of those girls. One night I went to the bathroom and saw you playing with yourself. I went back in my bedroom and gave you a good show that night,” he said with a hint of pride in his voice.

“To be honest, it excited me to know that you were in your bedroom listening to us,” he confided.

I sat up in bed as I realized that Kevin was not upset with me – he liked that fact that I was spying on him. He continued as he swept his wet hair back over his head.

“But fair is fair. I gave you a good show back then and now in the shower. Now it is your turn to do something for me,” he said with just a trace of nervous tension in his voice.

I asked him what he had in mind as I sat completely up in bed – eager to hear more. This allowed Kevin to see my huge hard-on under the thin sheet.

“Well…to be honest…I think you owe me a show. You got to see me naked, so now I get to see you in all your glory,” he added with a false bravado that was fairly easy to detect.

I was stunned, to be honest. I had thought about this moment many times, but now that it was here I was a little hesitant. It was not that I was not eager to show him my body or start us down an interesting path, but I was simply scared. I was scared of these new feelings that I was experiencing, and nervous with the sexual need that I was feeling. For a few long seconds we just looked at each other and tried to look confident and nonchalant.

“Okay,” I said.

“How do you want to see me?” I asked as I marshaled all the calm I could manage.

Again, there was a long pause as Kevin slowly tilted his gaze downward to my sheet-covered crotch. He slowly moved his hand down to the side of the bed and then he gathered some of the sheet in his fingers. He paused for an agonizingly long time. I wanted so much for him to see my nakedness…for him to see what his beautiful body has done to my cock…for him to respond with desire at what he saw.

He then softly began to pull the thin white sheet towards himself. It felt so sexy to have that sheet slowly caress me as it slid down my stomach and over my crotch. I felt a sudden rush of desire and nervousness when my stiff member was revealed to him and as the sheet traced over my thighs and knee.

For a moment I looked towards his eyes – seeking to draw his gaze and to see the reaction on his face. I nervously shifted my legs wider and I gave him a better look at my neatly trimmed balls. He continued to stare at my cock, and I sensed that he did not want to look up – that he was too nervous to look me in the face.

That is when I reached out my hand and placed it at the top of the towel around his waist. I spoke softly.

“Fair is fair, Kevin. You are seeing me naked, so I get to see you naked again.”

I could not believe how bold my need had altınordu escort made me, but I knew that Kevin needed for me to push things along. And I was eager to do so.

“Here…stand up,” I said a little too firmly, but I was overrun with the need to continue our intoxicating dance.

And with a gentle nudge, Kevin meekly stood up and faced me. He was looking down at my hand, and he was still unable to look me in the eyes. I found him to be incredibly sexy with his muscular chest and small bulge that was poking out of his towel. I should have savored the moment more – after all I had my hand on Kevin’s towel and he was totally vulnerable to me. He was the virgin and I was the one to taste him first.

But my desire would not be denied. With a tug, Kevin’s towel fell to the floor and I was treated to the sight of Kevin’s slight waist and semi-hard cock. His pubic hair was cut very short, and his balls and shaft were completely hairless. As I watched in complete hunger, I saw his cock begin to rise as I my eyes caressed it to its full 6 inch length.

His cock looked so incredible! I had always envisioned this lengthy scenario where Kevin and I slowly explored each other. but my senses were in overload. The situation was too intense. My need was too great.

And that is when I took his cock deep into my mouth.

I surprised Kevin (and myself) but we both knew what we wanted – what we needed. And it felt so wonderful and natural. I opened my mouth wide and swirled my tongue around his shaft as I slowly began to rock my head back and forth. I wanted to give Kevin so much pleasure, and I needed to feel his body respond to my touch.

At first Kevin was too stunned to move or say anything, and for several seconds I hoped that he would allow me to continue. For I had a burning desire to share myself with him, and I did everything that I could with my mouth and hand to seduce Kevin to his need.

“Oh, god,” he finally said. And after a few long moments he reached up and caressed the hair on my head. He gently began to guide my head as I sought to pleasure him. He wanted to let me know that he approved – and that he needed this too.

Emboldened by Kevin’s acceptance, I shifted around and sat on the edge of the bed. I took his rigid tool from my mouth and I pressed my tongue against his hairless balls. A great moan of desire escaped his lips as I began to jerk his cock and caress his tasty scrotum with my slick tongue. Back and forth I licked him and he began to tell me how good my mouth felt on his balls.

Rejoicing in the complete seduction of Kevin, I became more brave and I let my left hand wander around to Kevin’s muscular ass. I began to caress his hot cheeks and occasionally I would grab a cheek and guide him deeper into my hungry mouth. Again Kevin breathlessly urged me to continue his pleasure, and I knew that I wanted more.

It really surprised me how much I enjoyed sucking his cock. Oh sure I had fantasized about it before, but here I was with my first taste of cock and I was going at it like a pro. I guess watching all those porn starlets giving head had sunk in. I guess I was paying attention.

I knew what had to come next.

That is when I looked up at Kevin, and for the first time, I caught his eye. His look of need turned to a look of pure animal lust when I told him that his cock tasted so damn good.

I then snaked my finger to the entrance of his tight asshole as I wrapped my other hand his cock. Then as I wiggled the tip of my finger around his tightness, I place my slick mouth around the head of his warm, tasty cock. I gave it a good suck and then I plunged his cock into my eager mouth.

Back and forth I rocked — sliding my hand down his shaft and replacing it with my sucking mouth, then withdrawing backward until my tight hand was barely covering the tip of his cock. Back and forth I rocked – flicking my finger over his hot hole and pistioning my head over his now incrediblely hard member. I could taste something different now – and I knew that he was leaking pre-cum for me – that he wanted and needed to shoot for me.

And that is when my hunger was at its peak. I needed to feel him cum for me. I needed to know that I brought him such pleasure. That is when I spoke – staring up at Kevin with the head of his cock resting against my lower lip.

“Kevin…I need to taste your hot cum…please cum for me…please let me taste you…please shoot your hot cum deep into my mouth…”

A moan of great need and passion came from Kevin and I knew that he wanted this as bad as I needed it.

That is when I grabbed his ass cheek very firmly and I shoved him forward into my wide-stretched mouth. I then pulled him back and then forward again, and Kevin realized that I wanted him to fuck my hand and mouth. He gave out another groan and he roughly grabbed my head with both hands as he started to fuck my face.

And fuck me he did. His need to cum was great and I could tell by his urgent thrashing that this was not going to be a leisurely fuck. He need to cum now, and he was using me to the fullest to claim his orgasm. He started to curse and moan randomly, and I was glad that my hand was there to stop his cock from penetrating too deep into my mouth. For he was now fucking me hard and I could feel his tight ass cheeks tense each time he thrust into me.

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Rick boarded the first leg of his flight back to Houston, Texas at a quarter to five in the evening on Monday, the day after the Indianapolis 500. The Indianapolis International Airport was swarming with exuberant Indy 500 fans from all over the world preparing for their journey home. It was easy to spot race fans, for most were now donning 500 T-shirts, hats and various other articles of clothing or accessory souvenirs they had purchased at the Speedway the day before. Rick took his seat in the emergency exit row of the Boeing 737-700 series aircraft, directly over the starboard wing. Standing nearly six foot four inches tall with a toned, muscular frame of nearly two hundred and thirty pounds, Rick was a formidable man and was immensely grateful for the extra leg room that the emergency exit row seat by the window afforded him. Unlike previous years, the seat beside him was not occupied by his wife, or rather now, his ex-wife, Wendy. Rick and Wendy had spent six very turbulent years together in marital hell. Though Rick loved Wendy deeply; probably much more than she loved him, he could no longer endure Wendy’s emotional distance and unavailability. Their sex life, if you could even call it that had become extremely stale and passionless and Wendy was virtually incapable of intimacy. Finally by last July, Rick no longer had the emotional stamina to continue enduring their miserable existence any further. So, for the first time in his life, Rick had come to the “Greatest Spectacle in Racing” by himself; and even though he had been surrounded by nearly five hundred thousand people on race day, he still felt utterly alone.

Rick’s flight took off from Indianapolis exactly on-time at five-fifteen pm Eastern Time bound for Nashville. Rick would have about a two and a half hour lay over at the Nashville Airport before his connecting flight to Houston Hobby Airport departed at five after eight. The flying time from Indianapolis to Nashville was about an hour and ten minutes, but this evening, it seemed agonizingly longer due to the individual that faith had selected to seat next to Rick. When she first sat down, Rick had high hopes of a very pleasant flight, for the young lady was gorgeous. But, no sooner did Rick smile and say hello to her, did he get a face full of breath that reeked of vodka. Even though Rick had not had a drink of alcohol in nearly twelve years, he had no difficultly in associating with people, particularly women who still partook of the grapes; especially if she was this attractive. But this young lady’s attractiveness fled the moment she opened her mouth, and then never shut it the entire duration of the flight. After the tenth or so time of explaining why the Indianapolis Motor Speedway was known as the Old Brickyard, was because the entire race track itself had once been made completely of bricks, Rick would have much preferred opening the emergency exit door at thirty-eight thousand feet and stepping out on the wing for a breath of no air than continue to talk to her. The landing gear brushed the Nashville tarmac at five-twenty pm central time and thanks to the grace of too much Smirnoff vodka, Rick’s polluted seating companion had fallen silent in a passed out slumber. Once the aircraft came to a stop at the gate, Rick picked up his carry-on, squeezed past Sleeping Beauty in the middle seat and deplaned.

As Rick strode out of the jet way and into the airport terminal, he observed the large body of people already lining up to board the continuation of the flight he was leaving. He pitied the poor soul who would be taking over his seat. Continuing out of the boarding area and into the main corridor of the concourse, Rick checked the flight arrival and departure monitors to find out where his connecting flight would be gated. Being that departure time was still well over two hours away, he soon discovered that his flight wasn’t even posted yet. Checking his watch, Rick’s focus immediately turned to finding the location of the nearest restroom. Heading up the concourse with his carry-on bag slung over his shoulder, Rick’s eyes surveyed the hoards of bustling holiday weekend travelers moving up and down the concourse. As a bartender by profession, Rick loved watching people and had a keen ear for honing in and eavesdropping on discussions from a distance. With a sudden break in the flow of human traffic along the concourse, Rick spotted the men’s room about fifty feet ahead and to the left.

As his eyes returned front and center, Rick found himself directly in the on coming path of a woman in a pilot’s uniform; their eyes met as they approached each other. She was half Rick’s height at the least, probably around five foot six possibly seven; her hair was dark brown, long and wavy as it draped down to just above the tops of her shoulder blades. Her face was narrow with high cheek bones, an adorable button nose and her eyes were a crystal clear shade of sky blue. Her skin was a very faint shade of egg shell pink, smooth and creamy. Her neck was long, lean and sleek; accentuated diyarbakır escort by the navy blue crossover tie around it. Her arms too were long and lean, appearing like beautiful willow branches draping down out of her short sleeve uniform shirt. Her hands were a touch on the boney side, but a loose fitting golden watch beautified her slender wrist and the fire red fingernails on the tips of her long fingers made her hands appear sinfully sexy. She wasn’t a hard body by any means, but it was wonderfully proportional to her height and weight and the navy blue slacks of her uniform made her overall figure appear deliciously voluptuous. Her breasts appeared, at least to Rick’s eye, to be a perfectly scrumptious pair of C-cups under her bright white uniform shirt, and the navy blue patch on each of her shoulders proudly showed off the four white rank bars of a Captain.

Rick’s eyes remained locked on this woman, almost captivated by her; and unless he was kidding himself, she seemed equally captured by him too. As they drew nearer to each other, she altered her course just slightly out of Rick’s direct path, pulling her bags and catalog case behind her, but never once taking her eyes off him. Her pouting lips, covered in a dark crimson lipstick opened and she beamed a pristine white and sparkling smile at Rick.

“Good evening.” She said in a soft and sensual voice. “Been to the race, I see.”

“Yeah. How’d you know? Rick asked.

“Your T-shirt.” She said, almost giggling.

“Oh. Yeah.” Rick said.

Rick stopped suddenly in the middle of the concourse and looked down at his T-shirt. He hadn’t bought an Indy 500 T-shirt since he was a kid, but this years’ was of a design that he just couldn’t pass up. As the verbal exchange passed between them, neither Rick nor the lovely lady pilot had stopped moving until her comment about his being at the race grounded him to a surprised halt. At that instant, Rick caught a heavenly fragrance of sweet peach and vanilla off of her as she passed by. He quickly looked behind him to see the lovely lady pilot continuing on down the concourse. He had only a split second to check out the backside of her body before he realized that she was glancing back over her shoulder at him. Their eyes met one more time and the lovely lady pilot turned her head quickly away. Rick could have sworn that he saw her blush. Turning away from her and looking forward again, Rick shook his head and ran a hand through his thick sandy blonde hair. Exhaling deeply, he continued on to the men’s room, all the while, images of that captivating lady captain dancing in his mind; not to mention the delightful smell of her to go with them. Stepping up to the urinal and unbuttoning his Levi 501 blue jeans, Rick was suddenly surprised to find his cock was rock hard.

Holding his nearly seven and a half inch rod in his hand, Rick closed his eyes and focused on mental images of his previous flights’ seat companion as she vomited in the air sickness bag. He remembered the awful stench that filled the air, as well as the gagging and phlegm-filled coughing and he could feel himself begin to limp. But suddenly, the lovely lady pilot again appeared in his mind as her delicious scent of sweet peach and vanilla filled his nose, and his cock was immediately blue steel again. Really having to pee, Rick glanced cautiously to his right and caught a glimpse of a morbidly obese man in a cowboy hat with a beet red face, sunglasses, breathing heavily and his clothing all being two sizes too small for his immense body, reeking of cigar smoke and beer. The man belched, farted and then spit a disgusting wad of chew into the urinal before him. Rick’s cock instantly fell limp and the urine flowed freely and warmly. Once business was taken care of, Rick washed his hands, ran a brush through his hair, slung the strap of his carry-on over his shoulder and headed out of the men’s room. With his mind returning once more to the lovely lady pilot, Rick came out of the men’s room and spun quick to his left. Instantly, the sweet aroma of sweet peach and vanilla flooded his nostrils and in a blurry whirlwind of activity, his arms reflexively went up and his hands where suddenly filled with the softness of a woman’s arms.

Getting his bearings now, Rick found his hands firmly wrapped around the triceps of the lovely lady pilot. He had instinctively thrown his arms up as the fast moving blur of a person materialized out of nowhere directly in front of him as he exited the men’s room. Exhaling deeply, Rick’s eyes once again met the crystal clear sky blue eyes of the lovely lady pilot.

“Oh my God.” She said. “I am so sorry.”

“No, it was my fault.” Rick chuckled. “My mind was a million miles away. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She said. “You?”

“Never better.” Rick replied.

Rick was again captivated deeply by her eyes and just couldn’t break free of them.

“Good.” She said. “Then can I have my arms back?”

It took a few more milliseconds, but edirne escort her request finally filtered into his mind and Rick suddenly realized that his hands where still holding her arms.

“Oh!” Rick blurted. “I’m sorry.”

Rick released her and took a step back, repositioning the strap of his carry-on bag on his shoulder.

“Not a problem.” She said as she smiled. “Not a problem at all.”

The lovely lady pilot took hold of her wheeled flight case and luggage then proceeded on toward the ladies room just ahead. Rick’s head swiveled around and followed her with his eyes running slowly up and down her body. As she rounded the entrance into the ladies room, her head turned back toward him and their eyes met once again. Rick felt his face flush, but he smiled none the less. As she disappeared around the corner, she smiled too. Rick continued on down the concourse and his mind churned wildly with questions: Hadn’t she been going in the opposite direction? Wasn’t there another ladies room in the direction she was going? Did she intentionally come back this way, hoping to find me? As that last question passed through his mind, Rick felt his cock stiffen and he couldn’t help but smirk as his heart thumped with excitement. He had caught her eye as much as she had caught his. Apparently even more so.

Rick re-checked the flight departure monitor and saw that his connecting flight to Houston; number 2351 was now listed, still on-time and departing out of Gate C-23. With still plenty of time to kill, Rick strolled casually down the concourse until he reached Gate 23, then turned on his heal and began strolling back up the concourse just to people watch. Rick then caught the enticing aroma of food being cooked and saw that he was passing the food court. Having not eaten since early that morning, and having been so intrigued by the lovely lady pilot, Rick had forgotten how hungry he was until just now. Rick quickly scanned the court, found what appealed to him and entered the five person deep line to order. When it came down to just two people left to order before him, Rick suddenly caught another enticing and all too familiar aroma: Sweet peach and vanilla. Rick felt his stomach fill with excited butterflies and his heartbeat accelerate like the field of Indy cars going from yellow back to green.

“So, who won the race this year?” The lovely lady pilot asked.

Rick turned slowly to find her standing directly behind him in the line with her hand resting on the raised handle of her flight case and luggage.

“Okay, are you stalking me or what?” Rick asked sarcastically.

They both laughed then Rick extended his hand.

“I’m Rick.”

“Lisa.”

They shook hands and Rick’s much larger hand almost completely encased hers. Her skin was incredibly soft but her grip was firm.

“No, I’m not stalking you.” Lisa said.

“Damn!” Rick replied.

They both laughed again as they slowly let go of each other’s hand.

“So, you heading back home?” Lisa asked.

“Yep.”

“And where pray-tell might that be?” Lisa queried.

“Houston.” Rick replied.

“You’re kidding?” Lisa said. “You by chance gonna be on Flight 2351?”

“As a matter of fact, yes.” Rick said.

“Me too.” Lisa said with an almost seductive smile.

“As the Captain?” Rick asked.

“Yeah, that’s what they pay me for.” Lisa said.

“Well then I guess you leave me no choice but to buy you dinner.” Rick said.

“Oh, I couldn’t let you do that.” Lisa replied.

“How you gonna stop me?” Rick asked.

“I could just walk away.” Lisa snapped.

“And just where would you go? I mean it’s true you’re gonna be driving tonight, but do you have a plane to drive right now?” Rick whipped.

“That’s pretty good.” Lisa smiled.

“Can I help you, sir?” A broken English voice bellowed from behind the counter.

“Madam.” Rick said as he motioned Lisa in front of him.

Rick paid for both his and Lisa’s order and then carried the two trays to an empty table by the window in the seating area. Lisa carried his carry-on bag on top of her flight case and luggage. Rick and Lisa engaged in very enjoyable conversation for nearly the next hour and a half. Captain Lisa Chaszar was forty-four years old; ten years older than Rick and had been flying since she was twelve. She had been with the airline for seventeen years, was divorced and the mother of an eleven year old son who spent most of his time with his father. And what Rick had feared would be a tedious and agonizingly long layover, turned out to be the most enjoyable time of his life. He couldn’t remember a time when he had so enjoyed spending time with a woman like Lisa. He had never met a woman like Lisa! And his time with her went by far too fast, for Lisa was soon leaving the table and heading off to the pilots briefing room as departure time was approaching. They shook hands once again and Rick felt an incredible spark. Lisa winked at him as she took hold of the handle on her flight case edirne escort bayan and left. Did she feel it too? Rick felt a flush of warmth and a chill of thrill pass through his body as his heart again thumped.

Rick stepped aboard flight 2351 to Houston and glanced quickly into the cockpit. Lisa was sitting in the left hand seat, flipping a few switches on the instrument panel and looking over some computer printouts. The First Officer sitting beside her was a fairly handsome young man, and for a split second, Rick felt a slight surge of jealousy. Rick immediately shook it off, continued down the aisle and again took the window seat in the emergency exit row over the starboard wing of the Boeing 737. As he slid his carry-on bag under the seat in front of him and stretched out, Lisa’s soft and sensual voice came over the P.A. system, welcoming everyone aboard. Rick had also noticed that the three flight attendants on board had been eyeing him with sly smiles. He wondered if perhaps Lisa had been talking and informed them who he was. Surely not. Must be his charged up ego playing tricks on him.

Within a few minutes, the aircraft was backing away from the gate and the engines where roaring to life. With nobody in the seat directly beside him, Rick raised the arm between the seats and spread himself out. He leaned his head back, slid down slightly in the seat, stretched out his legs and shut his eyes. He heard the mechanical gears whirring as the wing flaps lowered into takeoff position. The engines were suddenly gunned and the 737 began lumbering forward. A few moments later, Rick felt the g-forces pushing him deeper into his seat as the plane raced down the runway. The aircraft lifted smoothly into the air, the landing gear thumped up and away below his feet and the last thing Rick sensed was the plane banking to the right.

Rick awoke with a start as the landing gear brushed the Houston Hobby tarmac. Glancing out the window, the engines were roaring at full power as the reverse thrusters slowed the speeding aircraft down to a taxiing crawl. Rubbing his sleep filled eyes, Rick then checked his watch: It was a quarter to ten; he’d slept soundly through the entire two hour flight. But it wasn’t a two hour flight. They were arriving almost twenty minutes early. The aircraft taxied up to the gate, the fasten seatbelt sign dinged as it shut off and the engines fell quiet. It was a slow procession as the passengers in front of him deplaned and Rick was anxiously awaiting his chance to see Lisa at the flight deck door; but when he arrived, she was nowhere to be found. Stepping off the aircraft and into the jet way, he saw no sign of her. Rick’s heart sank and he sighed deeply with disappointment. He proceeded up the jet way and into the terminal, which was virtually deserted at this time of the night. Again, there was no sign of Lisa anywhere. Rick proceeded to the nearest men’s room to respond to yet another call of nature, and this time, he had no trouble in answering her immediately. He buttoned up his jeans, washed his hands, picked up his bag and headed back out onto the terminal concourse. As he rounded the restroom exit wall, Rick’s nostrils filled suddenly with the hypnotic scent of sweet peach and vanilla. Rick stopped dead in his tracks with his heart skipping two beats and his stomach leaping into his throat; Lisa was once again standing directly in front of him.

“So, do you live around here?” Lisa asked with a smile.

“Where’d you go?” Rick asked. “You just kind of disappeared.”

“Women have to pee too, you know.” She replied and they both chuckled.

Rick and Lisa walked together down the concourse. Rick pulled Lisa’s flight case and luggage as she removed the rank insignia from her shoulders. They passed the security checkpoints, rode down the escalators to baggage claim and then out the automatic doors into the warm and muggy Houston night. The smell of exhaust fumes and fresh cigarette smoke hung heavy in the air as they crossed the sidewalk toward the parking garage. Rental car buses, taxis, limos and private cars crawled past the curbside pick up areas.

“So, where’d you park?” Lisa asked.

“Right over there in the garage.” Rick replied.

“Cool. Let’s go.” Lisa said almost blatantly.

“Oh! Did you need a ride home?” Rick asked.

“Yeah.” Lisa said. “Be kind of hard for us to have sex if you’re at your house and I’m at mine.”

Rick’s eyes bulged so wide that the eyeballs might easily have fallen out of the sockets. His stomach filled with what felt like a swarm of killer bees, his heart raced and all the air evacuated his lungs with the speed and force of a sudden cabin decompression.

“Did you just say what I think you did?” Rick finally managed to stammer.

“What? About having sex? Yeah. Do you have a problem with that?” Lisa replied.

Rick couldn’t bring himself to speak, but managed to shake his head in the negative.

“Look, I realize I’m being a little forward.” Lisa said.

“Nah!” Rick said.

“But like I told you earlier.” Lisa continued. “I’m forty-four years old, I’m divorced, and I’m an airline pilot. So, if there’s one thing I don’t do its play games. If I see something, or somebody I want, I go for it. Life’s too short to fuck around with all the dumb shit!”

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My name is Joe and I am 19 years old and in the last year of high school studying hard as I really wanted to go to university. I worked hard at school and was achieving the grades that I needed. One of the subjects I was studying was Geography. As part of the course, we had to go on a field trip for 1 week and would be staying in a youth hostel in small dorms for the week.

Our group would be the only ones staying there. I was a little apprehensive but excited at the same time as this would be the first trip I had been on without my parents, even if it was just a school trip.

I got on quite well with most of the other guys in the class and our teacher, Mr Robertson was a nice teacher, early 30’s and not the stereotypical boring Geography teacher. There were also 3 other teachers/adults who were on the trip to ensure our safety and make sure we behave, including the sports teacher, Mr Marshall who was a bit like an army sergeant and who we all referred to as ‘Sarge’.

We were to arrive at school at 9am on Sunday morning with a departure time of 9:30am. We were travelling on Sunday so that we could settle in to our hostel and have some free time before we started our field studies on Monday. We all duly arrived and our bags were loaded onto the 2 minibuses that were to transport us to the hostel. The journey was around 200 miles so would take a fair few hours.

We all clambered in the minibuses and the drivers set off. I was sat next to the window and Lee was sat with me. Lee and I were good friends, although the other guys he hung out with, Mark, Jason and Sam were not really friends of mine, although we had all hung out a few times together at Lee’s parents place.

We settled into the journey and the boisterous loudness of young adult men quietened down after an hour or so. I was enjoying the scenery out of the window and also the closeness of sitting next to Lee. As the minibus bumped along the road, it had the effect of making us rub up against each other, only our bare legs (it being a warm day we were in shorts) or arms but it made me feel good.

Lee and I had been friends since our early school days and he sort of looked out for me as we grew up as I was smaller than him and occasionally got teased or pushed about by some of the bigger lads at school. I am quite lean, 5 ft 10 and weighing in at around 150 pounds and look quite young, whereas Lee, 18, had hit puberty quite early and was a strapping young man at around 6ft 2 and 180 pounds. He had short dark hair and a well maintained neat beard. This was something I was a bit jealous of as my facial hair was still a bit wispy and I only needed to shave every 4 or 5 days.

We used to go to the beach together in the summer and I noticed how his body had developed over the years, getting quite muscular and how he now had a small patch of chest hair, thick bushy armpits and a line of hair from his chest down to his belly button and into his crotch. He packed his swimwear well too (another thing to be jealous of). He turned heads with his muscular frame and good looks and had his fair share of luck with the girls, whereas I was still a virgin.

I didn’t think of myself as gay but I had a bit of a man crush on Lee and occasionally fantasised about him when I wanked, imagining touching his body and playing with what I guessed was a large cock.

We arrived at the hostel and were assigned our dorms. I was to share with Lee, and also had his mates Mark, Jason and Sam. I was a bit nervous at this, as they could be quite the alpha males at times as they worked out a lot, played sports and had fit muscular bodies, but I thought I had Lee in the room to keep me safe.

The dorm consisted of 5 single beds, 3 on one side of the room, 2 on the other side with a small night stand next to each bed, with an ensuite of toilet and wash basin. The showers were along the hall. We each took a bed, well they took theirs and I was left with the one that they çekmeköy escort hadn’t claimed. I was on the end bed in the line of 3 with Lee next to me, then Sam and Jason and Mark on the other side.

The room was quite small and the beds were close. I hope no one snores to loudly I thought. At 5:30 we went down to the dining hall and had our evening meal and then we had to clear the tables and help with the washing up. We were then allowed some free time on the 1st night to relax or have a look around the grounds. The hostel was set in the woods near a river and quite isolated, the nearest other building was about half a mile away.

It was a warm evening and some of the lads got a soccer ball and proceeded to have a kick around. I wasn’t much good at soccer so had a little wander around before sitting on the grass watching the lads play. It was a warm evening and the lads soon removed their T-shirts as were getting hot and sweaty, their bodies glistening in sweat.

I seemed to become engrossed in watching the lads play, and ogled their semi naked muscular physiques. I noticed that my cock was beginning to stiffen again and I was a little conscious of this. I must have been in a trance as the next thing I knew someone shouted

“look out”

And the soccer ball whizzed past my barely missing my head.

“Sorry man” I heard Sam say as he jogged past to collect the ball, and then said “we’ll get you next time” with a cheeky devilish grin.

I just smiled and said

“well I will just have to pay more attention to you all in future.”

He returned to the game and said a few things to the others that I couldn’t hear. Around 8:30pm it was starting to get dark and the Sarge came out and told us we should be heading in. We could get a hot drink from the kitchen and take it up to our rooms. Lights out was to be at 11pm.

I was the first one back to the dorm and thought about getting into bed before the others got back. I was a bit apprehensive of undressing in front of them, but also of seeing them getting undressed in front of me. I heard footsteps and loud voices and the door swung open and they all piled in, still sweaty from their soccer game.

They clambered onto their beds kicking their sneakers off in the process. The dorm room suddenly smelt like a locker room, musky and sweaty and the smell of feet. Jason took his sweaty socks off and gave them a quick sniff before throwing them at Mark.

“Urggh, they stink” said Mark.

“Ha ha ha” laughed Jason and said “that’s how a real mans’ feet smell.”

There then began a bit of a game of throwing Jason’s socks at each other. Luckily I wasn’t included in this game, but they all seemed to be having great fun throwing a rolled up pair of smelly socks around the room.

They had all discarded their t shirts at this stage revealing their muscular torsos and sweaty hairy armpits. I found without realising that I was watching them throwing the socks around more intensely, seeing how their abs tensed showing their 6 packs and toned arms as they threw, plus the bushy under arm pits.

Suddenly a sock came flying my way and hit me in the face which resulted in hoots of laughter from all the lads. As the sock hit me, it made me take a deep intake of breath and the smell hit my nose. I threw it back at Jason. He caught the sock and looked directly at me saying

“How did you not notice the sock coming at you, same as the football earlier, you blind or something?”

“No.” I said meekly.

He continued to stare at me and I started to feel uncomfortable. I looked to Lee for support but he looked away.

“A bit like when you were watching us play soccer, you didn’t see the ball flying at you” continued Jason. “What was it he said Sam, that he’d have to watch us more closely in future?”

“Yeah that’s what he said,” Sam said.

“No, I said I would have to pay more attention çeşme escort in future.”

“Same thing really” said Mark.

Jason then stood up.

“You like staring at us hot lads do you? You a fag boy are you?” he asked.

“No, no I’ don’t. I’m not” I meekly protested feeling a little bit intimidated as Mark and Sam also stood up and all 3 moved towards me.

“Well we think you are” continued Jason.

“Lee, tell them” I pleaded.

“You do have a habit of staring, I’ve noticed you staring at me when we have been at the beach,” said Lee.

“I…I..am just curious as your bodies are much more developed than mine” I stuttered.

“You pathetic little fag boy” boomed Jason.

Then he started flexing his biceps and squeezing his pecs together making them almost dance up and down. The others including Lee were also posing and flexing their muscles. I was transfixed and could feel a churning in my stomach and a stirring in the groin. My cock was beginning to stiffen in my underpants which I am sure would not go unnoticed.

“Yeah, look at how manly we all are. You enjoying the show fag boy?” said Jason.

“I think he is” interjected Sam.

“Look he’s got a hard on” and pointed to my tenting shorts.

I felt my face go bright red and quickly moved my hands to cover my groin.

“No.. no I’m not” I protested but that was a lie. I was getting aroused by the testosterone filled studs standing around my bed.

“Don’t lie” said Mark and grabbed his cock through his shorts. “I think you want to see what a real mans’ cock looks like don’t you eh?”

They all laughed and yeahed and grabbed their bulges.

“I bet you even want to suck our cocks don’t you?” added Sam.

Before I answered they grabbed me and pulled me to the end of my bed and surrounded me. They grabbed my head and pulled my face into their growing bulges and I could feel their cocks (albeit covered by their shorts) against my face. They were getting quite loud and rowdy as they pushed my face from one crotch to another.

“Whose cock are you going to suck first then?” Jason said.

“I don’t want to suck anyone’s cock” I meekly replied, although I now realised that soon I would be sucking one of their cocks and if I had to I wanted it to be Lees.

“That wasn’t really a question” Jason stated. “You are going to suck all our cocks!”

With that they all started to pull their shorts down revealing huge bulges in their briefs. My face was only inches away from their crotches and I could feel the warmth radiating towards me, as well as a musky sweaty odour that excited me and made my cock swell more.

Jason took the lead and pulled his underwear down to reveal what looked like a 7.5 inch uncut cock which was now pointing at my face.

He stepped forward and slapped his hard log of a cock around my face to the laughs of the others.

“Open wide” he said and pushed his cock to my lips.

I opened my lips and he pushed the head of his cock into my mouth. His foreskin was still covering most of his head but the slit touched my tongue. He then pulled his cock back out, pulled the foreskin right back exposing a swollen purple helmet. He squeezed his cock and a big drop of precum formed at the tip.

“Yeah boy, suck my cock” Jason said and pushed his cock back into my mouth.

I tasted the big drop of precum and I quite liked the taste. This time he went about 4 inches in until he touched the back of my throat making me gag a little.

“Suck it fag boy” he said and started to slide his cock in and out of my mouth.

He was getting egged on by the others who I could see had also dropped their underpants and were wanking their hard cocks. I reached up with one hand and started fondling Jason’s hairy balls. As I did so he let out a moan and thrust in and out of mouth faster.

“Hey I want some of that” said Mark and he presented cihangir escort his 7 inch cock in front of my face.

Jason pulled out and pushed my head onto Marks cock and I took him in my mouth. He tasted a bit different to Jason but I liked it as well. After a few minutes of sucking Mark, it was Sam’s turn. He was about 7 inches too but was circumcised. His cock felt a bit different but equally nice. I was beginning to get the hang of it now and started bobbing my head back and forth as I suck as much of the cock I could get into my mouth

“Hey, what about me? I thought mine would be the first one you wanted to suck,” said Lee.

I stopped sucking Sam and looked up at Lee and then to his cock. It was beautiful 8 inches long, quite thick with 2 big balls hanging low and a big hairy bush of pubic hair above his cock. I took Lees cock into my hand, retracted his foreskin and then gently kissed the tip, then licked all around the head with my tongue. As I was doing so I looked up at Lee who had his eyes closed and head tilted back. I took him in my mouth and heard him sigh.

With that he placed one hand on the back of my head and gradually pulled me onto his cock. It touched the back of my throat but this time I didn’t gag like before. I wanted to give the best blow job to Lee. I let him take the lead and he started thrusting in and out of my mouth, with me sucking and flicking my tongue around his head. I also squeezed his big heavy balls which made him groan and thrust a bit harder.

“My turn” Jason said and pulled me off Lees cock and back onto his dick.

He pulled out of my mouth and lifted his cock up inviting me to lick his balls. I inhaled the musky masculine aroma and took one of his balls in my mouth, sucking and licking it, then I licked and sucked on the other before Jason stuck his cock back in my mouth. I was rock hard and my shorts were really tenting. Jason grabbed my head and started thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth.

Mark and Sam did the same and then it was Lees turn again. As each of their cocks had been banging the back of my throat I got more and more used to it so when Lee pushed his in, it hit my throat but then kept going down my throat until my nose was buried deep in his sweaty pubes.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed as pulled his cock out and then pushed in again, starting to face fuck me.

I relaxed my throat as much as I could but eventually I gagged and drooled spit all over his cock. He pulled half way out so I could suck on his cock head. They were all getting really turned on by this and were all wanking furiously and then Jason said he was going to going to cum.

He pulled me off Lees cock and back onto his cock and shouted “aarrgh fuck, I’m cumming, take my load!” and unleashed a torrent of hot salty cum into my mouth.

Mark and Sam seeing this both exploded over my face as I was still greedily sucking and swallowing the last of Jason’s load. As his cock began to soften he slipped out of my mouth and then it was Lees turn to cum.

He was wanking his cock fast and I stuck my tongue out so his cock head was on my tongue, his big balls were bouncing up and down and then he shouted

“Fuck I’m going cum!” and his balls pulled up tight in their sac, his cock head swelled and then erupted into my mouth.

7 or 8 big spurts of cum shot from his cock into my mouth, so much so that I couldn’t swallow it all and some started dribbling out of my mouth. As he was shooting his load he was moaning very loudly. As Lee deposited his man seed into my mouth, my own cock bucked and I spurted my own load in my underpants without even touching my cock. I held Lees cock and sucked his cock until I got every last drop. It tasted nicer than Jason’s cum.

As his orgasm finally faded he pulled out, and staggered back and sat on the edge of the bed, as were the others, shorts still down by their ankles and their cocks beginning to go limp, but still gorged with blood.

“Fuck man” said Lee. “I wish I’d known you sucked cock, you could have blown me whenever you wanted.”

“It’s going to be a fun week here with you in the room Joe” Jason added ominously to the obvious delight of Mark and Sam, their cum still dripping down my face.

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Sorry for the very late update. Life got in the way, don’t you hate it when that happens? Anyway, I’ll try to post the next tales more frequently. Lastly, I’d like to thank all my editors who have gone out of their way to help me out. Thanks, guys!

As dawn light rays pierced through the Thurtgen’s thick forest canopy, a loud clash of steel echoed through the bows of its ancient trees. Collisions of metal on metal paused the chirping and frolicking of the woods’ many denizens, making them turn to the clearing where three newcomers to the Thurtgen made camp.

“Your defenses are better,” Romica said. “And your attacks are more fluid. I’m impressed!”

“I had a very good teacher.” Harl smiled. “Want to see what else I’ve learned?”

Harl then lunged forward with his large bastard sword, its emerald sheened blade shooting for the swordswoman’s chest. At the last instant the half-elf sidestepped the attack, parrying the giant’s blade as she did. Romica quickly followed up with her own attacks, slashing at Harl with both her longsword and dagger. The half-ogre responded by meeting her strikes with his own parrying blade and a stout round shield.

“Sneaky ogre!” Romica laughed as she withdrew, her blades still raised in challenge. “Remember what I said about your mouth doing your fighting.”

“It’s mostly useless once the swords have started swinging,” Harl said, drawing back into a defensive stance. “Unless you can back it up of course. I can.”

“We’ll see,” Romica smirked.

As the last word left her lips, Romica sent her blades into a flurry of deft thrusts and slashes, her leather-armored form twirling in an elegant display of swordplay, where every swipe and stab was like a rhythmic dance of deadly intent.

Harl, though, was up to her challenge, fending off Romica’s attacks with his shield and blade. His techniques weren’t as pretty as the half-elf’s, but they were efficient, focused and relentless, enabling the towering warrior to key in on every move the swordswoman made.

The giant even matched the half-elf’s nimble motions stride for stride, pressing his mail-clad body into a mobility unheard of from one so big. Soon enough the ogre warrior was putting Romica on the defensive, her gliding movements becoming hard-pressed to keep up with Harl’s unrelenting attacks.

‘She’s left herself open,’ Harl smiled to himself, seeing a tired Romica drop her blades dangerously low. ‘I’ve got her now!’

Once more, Harl thrust his bastard sword forward anticipating a quick win. It was then that Romica gave the giant warrior a big smile.

With an inhuman speed, Romica raised her blades in a cross parry and caught Harl’s sword as it descended upon her. In one swift motion the half-elf guided the massive weapon downwards and used the giant’s momentum to impale the blade into the dirt.

“Oh shit!” Harl cried out, finding himself leaning awkwardly forward and completely open. Romica, meanwhile, had regained her elfin grace, using the half-ogre’s body as a pivot to elegantly twirl herself around the giant – ending up at his exposed rear.

“Ow!” Harl cried out, feeling the flat of the fey-blooded warrior’s sword slap his ass. “Damn it!”

***

“Bravo!” a voice said from trees. “Another foe falls to the Swords of Vendula!”

“And quite convincingly I might add,” Romica said, bowing to the clapping halfling coming out of the brush.

Harl was crestfallen. Ever since the storm broke, Romica had been giving him lessons in sword fighting. He had yet to win a match against the half-elf but Harl believed he was improving – – until now.

“As for you, my distinguished opponent,” Romica said, sheathing her blades and loosening her dueling leathers. “Do you know why your ass is sore?”

“No patience,” Harl answered, sheathing his own sword. “I got too eager for a win and didn’t even consider you might have been baiting me into a trap.”

“He seems to listen and comprehend,” Sera said as she walked towards them. “Yet his butt is still red!”

“It’s a nice butt though,” Romica added. “One I wouldn’t mind slapping again.”

Harl felt his face turn crimson just as the two adventurers started to laugh.

“I’m going to brush up on a few sword drills,” Harl said, slinking away.

“Oh cheer up, Harl,” Romica said as she patted him on the back. “It’s not all grim”

“I lost,” Harl replied. “Again.”

“But you’ve always learned from it,” The half-elf reminded him. “And I have to admit I thought my arms would pop out from fending you off.”

The compliment put a smile on the giant warrior’s face, letting him straighten up with pride.

“That’s the Harl we know,” Sera said. “Now, before you get too pleased with yourself, there’s a little matter about payment.”

“Really?” Harl asked. “You know there are a lot of other ways I can repay …”

“Our original arrangement is just fine, thank you,” Romica interrupted as she walked over to one of the trees. “And there’s no way to get out of it.”

“Another history lesson on göztepe escort Harl Caddick?” Harl asked.

“Forgive us if we find you so fascinating!” Sera chimed in.

After joining her half-elf companion at the clearing’s boundary, Sera and Romica sat themselves down among the large tree roots and motioned to their ogre companion. “Come on now Harl. A deal is a deal.”

“All right, Romica,” Harl said, plopping himself down before the two adventurers and setting his sword and shield aside. “What do you want to know?”

“Let’s see,” Romica said, rubbing her chin. “We know about you being an heir of a Galtican royal house. And that your mother was sold to the Drow by her brothers.”

“And how the Dark Elves were this close to turning your mother into spider food,” Sera added. “Before your father, Geral, Saved her.”

“I still can’t get my head around the idea of your father being a sorcerer!” Romica exclaimed. “A spell casting ogre, Sera, can you believe it?”

“He was conceived on a fairy mound,” Harl interjected. “His father gave my Grandmother more than just pregnant belly. It was a ‘magical’ moment as the bards would say, or so I’m told.”

“Well, his magic-using sure came in handy with that Drow priestess,” Sera said. “Scorched before the witch knew anything was up — brilliant!”

“So you want me to talk about my Mother’s escape again?”

“No, not now,” Romica told Harl. “I’d really like to know about what you’re packing.”

“Right!” Sera leered. “What you’re packing. That long, hard …” “She means your sword,” Romica interrupted. “What is the story behind that blade?”

“You mean Warflame?” Harl replied.

Harl then unsheathed his bastard sword, raising its ramrod-straight blade upwards. The sword looked flawless in the sunlight and, despite its use, no nick or scratch could be seen. What mesmerized the adventurers most was the weapon’s signature emerald sheen, glinting off the sun’s bright rays.

“Damn finest blade ever,” Romica cooed. “With a hue not seen since the age of the river kingdoms!”

“And I thought I laid it on thick,” Sera said.

“I appreciate fine weaponry,” Romica answered.

“So did Skrogg Manbane apparently,” Harl added.

“Wait, you mean that sword is one of the Tools of Manbane?” Sera asked. “The weapons forged by the fire giant Jarl of Skull Crown himself?”

“Looks like someone has been listening to the bards!” Harl replied, putting down the weapon. “Abelard thought I should be armed for my journey.”

“Abelard?” Romica said. “As in Sir Abelard Baumer?”

“The Ranger Knight of Branborg, Bane of Fire Giants, yes him,” Harl continued. “He’s my Stepfather. He took Skrogg’s Tools as trophies but never got to use them. Too big. He figured that someone had to use them so he gave them to me.”

“Well!” Sera said. “It seems we have a hero’s son in our midst Romica. You better show some respect!”

“A hero’s son that I’ve spanked!” Romica reminded her. “I assume you have the other tools?”

“That’s right,” Harl answered proudly. “the shirt of Mithral, the Adamantine Shield, as well as good old Wolf Wound.”

Harl then drew out the largest dagger Romica had ever laid eyes on. With a curved, serrated edge, Wolf Wound had a menacing beauty to it. Whereas symmetry was Warflame’s source of elegance, the long-bladed knife had the brutal majesty of an ancient wyrm’s sharp claw.

“Wow,” the halfling said. “The blade’s just as green as Warflame’s .”

“That’s one thing Abelard never figured out,” Harl said. “The steel my blades are forged from aren’t magical, but they can cut through almost anything! He’s never seen this green metal before in his life.”

“Wait, how did you become the step-son of one Gothmark’s most esteemed knights, anyway?” Sera asked

“He proved his cock was bigger than Geral’s,” Harl chuckled.

“What?!” Both women asked.

“Long story,” Harl smiled. “Getting back to the Tools …”

“To the hells with the Tools!” Sera said. “They’re probably cursed anyway.”

“Wh-what makes you say that?” Harl asked nervously.

“Well, even with those fancy blades,” Romica said. “I’m still making your ass sore!”

“Ha-ha, very funny,” Harl replied. “You know, I aim to remedy that situation!”

“Another time, Warrior,” Romica said. “There are far more important things to discuss.”

“Like?”

“About Abelard’s cock,” Sera smiled mischievously. “How big is it really?”

***

As Vigdis Baldursdottir ran her tongue up Teru’s dripping pussy, thoughts of her fanged teeth tearing into the flesh of the Nabiri woman’s neck kept popping into her head. It didn’t help that the dark-skinned woman’s clit kept jabbing at her nose, an effect of Audeger’s constant and annoying thrusts into Teru’s asshole.

‘They have to die,’ Vigdis’ mind whispered. ‘Can’t let them harm any more people.’

The idea surprised Vigdis.

Ever since she was initiated into the pack, dark wolfen instincts had wormed their way into çorlu escort her being, completely dominating her thinking. The good of the pack always came first and all other life was just meat for their sustenance.

‘Not all meat,’ her thoughts continued to counter. ‘Innocents must be protected!’

“No one is innocent,” Vigdis said in a forced whisper. “The pleasures of the pack come first.”

“Yesss,” Teru hissed, feeling a shiver of delight from the tingle of Vigdis’ voice. “Our pleasure comes first.”

Teru looked at herself as she savored the sensations in her sex and brown eye. She was leaning against a thick Darkwood with her hands clutching the gnarled bark, bracing herself to meet Audeger’s drives into her ass. Teru then looked down at the blond mop of hair at her crotch and smiled.

“Definitely better than Salim’s harem,” Teru purred. “Serviced, rather than servicing.”

“Not for long ‘sister!'” Audeger growled, grabbing a handful of Teru’s hair and pulling her backwards. “I’ll be having you lick my asshole soon enough!”

“Well, ‘brother,'” Teru replied, turning to her lover. “Let’s see if you still have enough strength after I’m through with you!”

Twisting out of his grasp, the Nabiri clutched Audeger’s hair and forced her lips onto his. Teru then ground her ass against Audeger’s cock, tightly clenching and massaging the flesh lance in her anal tunnel.

Not forgetting Vigdis, Teru twisted the fingers of her other hand into the Northwoman’s hair and forced the warrior woman’s face onto her wet pussy. All three moaned out their lust.

“Delicious,” Teru said, breaking her kiss. “You’ve got a good mouth on you, Vigdis.”

“I honor you with my lips,” Vigdis answered.

“Oh, keep honoring me, Northwoman,” Teru said, pushing Vigdis’ head back to her pussy.

‘Now’s my chance,’ Vigdis thought.

Then and there, Vigdis’ golden locks began lengthening and covering her in a yellow coat, her body warping into a hybrid wolf-human form, ending with her snout at Teru’s sex.

Grabbing her ebony hips, Vigdis pressed her snout onto Teru’s pussy and jabbed her long canine tongue deep into its velvety folds, tasting the Nabiri’s inner flesh. Vigdis soon savored a torrent of Teru’s juices, hearing her groan in pleasure as the Nabiri came on the Northwoman’s tongue. Audeger moaned as well, surely reacting to the clench of Teru’s anal muscles as the black woman climaxed.

Vigdis withdrew her snout once Teru stopped shivering and gazed at her “still human” lovers. A panting Teru was holding the Darkwood again, but was almost bent over at a horizon to it. Audeger was doubled over the Nabiri’s back as well, holding her abdomen as he caught his breath.

None of them had any inkling of her intentions.

Vigdis went on all fours and sensually crawled to Audeger’s rear. Both her packmates saw what she was doing and leered about what they knew was going to happen next.

“Gods and Devils!” Audeger gasped, feeling Vigdis’ snout nuzzling between his ass cheeks. The werewolf’s wet licks on his asshole came next, spurring Audeger to stab into Teru’s ass with even more vigor, timing every balls-deep thrust with each laving tongue lash.

Vigdis could hear them grunting like animals as they rutted, completely oblivious to everything but their own lust.

‘They won’t even know it.’ she told herself.

Her hands were at Audeger’s thighs but she raised one of them slowly. Her claws lengthened as she brought it higher, poised for a strike.

“Children of Gormak!” A voice said suddenly. It was in pure goblin tongue.

Immediately, Vigdis’ head rose from Audeger’s ass and turned to the voice, her companions doing the same. She brought down her hand just as quickly, hoping no one saw her drawn talons.

“Garrack commands us to head for the Faerie Mounds,” said an imperious, worg-riding goblin bounding out of the trees. “The Gray Striders and the pack are to cleanse the area of life!”

“And whose blood are we spilling this day?” Audeger smiled, his lycanthropy opening his ears and tongue to the humanoid languages. “I’ve an empty belly!”

“We gorge on Fey folk,” the goblin said, returning his grin.

“Then let’s not keep our pixie meat waiting!” Teru said in goblin speech.

The Nabiri stood upright, popping Audeger out of her ass as she did, and launched herself forward. Growling in pain and ecstasy, Teru’s body warped as she leapt, twisting into a furry, wolfen form that bounded into the woods behind the goblin.

Audeger’s hair sprouted in response, covering him head to toe as he fell onto four wolf paws, following his lover into the thicket. Vigdis, meanwhile, just knelt among the foliage dumbfounded.

“Coming sister?” The goblin asked.

Shaking her head, Vigdis transformed herself into her golden-coated wolf shape.

“I go as Garrack commands,” the she-wolf snarled.

The goblin howled in approval and spurred his worg back into the forest. Chasing after the worg’s ümraniye escort padding steps, Vigdis still felt she was under a cloud.

‘What is wrong with me?’

***

Romica broke through the water with a loud splash, letting the cool liquid roll down her skin in refreshing rivulets. Reingard Lake, the Thurtgen’s fabled spring, was reputed to cure all the aches and ills of the body with just one swim. The swordswoman had to admit that there might be something to those legends. A few moments in its depths and Romica could feel the pains from her duel with Harl melt away.

If only her troubled thoughts could be washed off as easily.

“A hero’s son,” the half-elf sighed as she tread the water. “Two heroes in fact. The bastard’s even a royal.”

“He may be a half-breed like me,” the adventurer continued. “But just one of his halves are still better than two of my wholes.”

A chuckle came from her lips when she realized what she had said. Romica then caught herself when the chuckle started turning into a sob. Shaking her head, the swordswoman thrust herself upwards and back letting her body float on the water’s surface.

She never saw the tiny hands rising out of the lake.

“Got you!”A familiar halfling voice cried out.

Romica squealed in surprise when she felt one hand roughly squeeze the flesh of her tits while another flicked the clit hood of her sex. Losing all buoyancy, Romica sank like a rock into the lake. Panic threatened to grip her mind as she tumbled downwards, but then Sera’s laughter began echoing through the water.

With the panic fleeing from her, Romica righted herself and swam for the tiny form floating above, her mind now filled with revenge.

On the surface, Sera noticed a growing shadow underneath her. “Uh-oh.”

The thief then found herself amidst an explosion of water, feeling strong hands lift her body upwards. The hands quickly threw Sera back down, hitting the water with another loud splash.

“Now that was petty!” Sera giggled as she came up for air. “You have no sense of humor.”

“Being molested by a sex-mad runt isn’t funny!” Romica spat back, splashing the halfling.

“Finally, anger!” Sera came back. “Good to see you’ve moved on from self-loathing.”

“I saw you moping again,” Sera pressed her friend as Romica tried to swim away. “I know that ambush was just a few days ago but you’ve come back from worse.”

“And that’s the point,” Romica said, turning to Sera. “It’s another debacle we can add to a long line of other setbacks.”

“It wasn’t all bad,” Sera countered.

“Oh really?” Romica asked. “You don’t remember the time we went against the Giants?”

“They wouldn’t have eaten us,” Sera said dismissively. “They just wanted a little taste. In the scriptural sense.”

“And that time in the Demonweb?”

“Hey you got into that domination ritual too,” Sera reminded her. “And it proved to be the downfall of that priestess.”

“And who could forget the time we stole that rat god eye?”

“All right that was a bit hairy,” Sera admitted. “Rodent men never did it for me.”

“That’s what I mean,” Romica said. “We go on some crazed adventure and then we always wind up neck-deep in some of the most embarrassing situations imaginable!”

“Like getting dosed with Lilith juice?” Sera grinned.

“I don’t remember you having a good time,” Romica said.

“Well, I’d like to think the gods were watching over us,” Sera chirped.

“As a joke, no doubt,” Romica frowned. “Small comfort for a half-baked hero.”

“Now that’s just silly,” Sera said. “Look, I know we’ve hit a rough patch and by all rights we should be in some treasure wyrm’s belly by now.”

“Don’t stop cheering me up,” Romica said sarcastically.

“But we always survived our little setbacks,” Sera reminded her. “Thanks to you more often than not.”

“Well … ” Romica began.

“And you’ve beaten a blue-blooded giant-kin.” Sera added.

“Who’ll eventually beat me,” Romica said. “Even now he’s taking in what he’s learned and practicing the many ways to make my ass red.”

“He’ll still need mentoring,” Sera beamed. “Believe me, our luck is going to change for the better. Especially if we have our large friend around.”

“And what makes you so sure that Harl will go along with this arrangement?”

“That depends,” Sera said. “How wide can you get your legs to split?”

“Don’t make me slap you Halfling,” Romica said, playfully splashing her friend.

“I can do it if you want,” Sera smiled.

“And finally you can win the Pink Pearl’s title for the widest pussy!” Romica laughed.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Sera replied. “Your pussy will be very hard to fill.”

“Bitch!” Romica giggled in mock anger, splashing the halfling again.

Sera retaliated with her own drenching slap, touching off a back and forth of splashing water mixed with girlish laughter.

“Gods I needed that,” Romica said, finally settling down. “A good fight. A good laugh. All I need now is a good drink.”

“Or a good fuck,” Sera said, sliding up to her companion.

“Well you’re acting friendly,” Romica smiled, feeling the halfling’s chest brush over her breasts.

“You know me,” Sera smiled back, cupping the half-elf’s cheek with her hand. “Just being a good friend. With benefits.”

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