Danial awoke amidst the bodies of three of his female staff, enjoying the soft warmth of the female flesh, especially the slim brunette who he still had his cock in as he spooned her.

Sandra was her name he recalled and the slut had feinted from a huge orgasm as Danial fucked her. Danial had cum about six times the evening before and he realised he must have fallen asleep after she passed out when he lay on her back for a rest.

The other two girls must have climbed into bed with him at some time, probably out of slut loyalty. Danial eased his semi erect cock out of Sandra’s warm and sticky fuck hole and gently climbed out of the bed so as not to wake the others.

He went for a walk to survey his household. Thinking of his daughters sexy tight teenage body, he checked her bedroom first but was disappointed when he remembered that she was still staying with her equally fuck-worthy friend Christine.

He looked in several rooms and found many bodies in twisted sexual configurations and it seemed everyone had a good time the night before.

He located his wife Janice, asleep with one of the girls laying still in a sixty nine position, they must have exhausted each other with orgasms and nodded off.

One of limo drivers was in bed with one of the office guys, the room looked and smelled like they had a good time.

The next room he found the barmaid Kelly riding the morning wood of the other driver. He left them too it, making a mental note to arse fuck the dumb slut at some point for saying girls don’t like anal. He knew that wasn’t true what with all the women that he fucked up the arse regularly.

He thought ‘Even if they didn’t like it and were only pretending, it didn’t matter because there was no way he was going to miss out on plugging those hot tight holes. Women were made to be fucked and its a man’s right to use a bitch as he pleases.’

He passed a few empty rooms and then found the young barman Connor lying face down peacefully sleeping atop a duvet of a four post bed. Danial’s cock rose rapidly at the sight of the slender teen boy.

Danial went to a bureau nearby and took a tube of KY jelly from the desk drawer, they were in every room of the house, he made sure of that. He squeezed out a liberal amount into his palm, then clasped both hands before applying it liberally to his pulsing cock.

He looked at the young teen thinking ‘I usually only feel this giddy and horny before I mount Janice or Kimberly, but I see this boy and I just have to fuck him, he’s so fucking beautiful.’

Danial gently climbed on the bed and then quickly straddled the teen and started pushing the head of his cock between the boys arse cheeks, feeling the ring expand to accept the helmet of his ten inch shaft.

Connor woke unexpectedly saying “Hey, wha…” he stopped when he looked in the wall mirror and saw Danial on top of him and felt his intentions as his rectum was filled with unyielding solid meat.

When Danial’s hips pressed against the teens butt cheeks he lay atop the boy and kissed his neck saying “Sorry lover, but I saw you here and I just had to have you.”

Connor relaxed, smiling and said “My body is yours to use, make love to me please.”

Danial nibbled Connor’s ear lobe and kissed the side of his face as he started to steadily fuck the smooth body beneath him with the full length of his cock.

Connor moaned into the pillow at the pleasant morning surprise. Danial rode the small tight butt for ten minutes then rolled the two of them to the side and continued to plough the nicest boy-pussy he could recall.

The two grunted and moaned before Danial pulled out, then getting between Connors legs, lifted them high, scooted forward and pressed his shaft down and speared once again into the snug gripping hole of the beautiful youth beneath him.

Connor had the least amount of body hair Danial had ever seen in comparison to the many young men he’d had sex with through his life, he’d arrange for Connor to be regularly waxed to enhance that youthful image.

On top now he could lean in and share a kiss with the young man as he plugged his tight hole. The smooth youthful skin, the duelling tongue action, the snug, grasping heat of his love hole and his roaming hands were more than enough for Danial and he tensed and sighed heavily as his balls churned, his shaft grew thicker and a tsunami of dick milk washed up Connor’s intestinal tract.

Connor groaned sexily at the feeling of the warmth filling him and he tensed, his arse gripping Danial’s cock tighter, and his own cock started wildly shooting ropes of hot cum lacing them both with the viscous milky strands.

They were both panting heavily from the exertion and Danial slurped up what cum he could and kissed Connor deeply before pulling out and slumping beside the young man.

Connor rolled over and draped his leg over Danial and lay his head on the older mans hairy chest. Danial lifted his arm and stroked the teens back and butt cheek. Connor said “Thank you Danial, that was a wonderful way to wake up, bursa escort I…I think I… love you!”

Danial slid two fingers into Connors gaping sloppy arsehole and said, “You think? you mean you’re not sure? well I know for a fact that I’m keeping you. I mean I’ve got plenty of willing people to fuck with, but it feels like something much more when I’m with you!”

Connor said “No, I know I love you; I just wasn’t sure you felt the same?!”

Danial pulled away and climbed off the bed, then leaned over and kissed the head of Connor’s dick and gave it a few licks and said “You just lay there and catch some more rest, have a shower when you’re ready, I’ll come back and get you for breakfast.”

Danial stepped back out into the hall and headed toward the living area. He looked outside and saw the pool guys had turned up and were already working shirtless around the pool grounds, he took a moment to admire their hard bodies and wondered if they liked to play both ways; something to explore at a later date.

Danial went into the kitchen and almost stumbled over a cleaner. A young girl was just wiping down one of the benches and they almost collided as Danial came around the corner.

The girl, seeing Danial buck naked said “Oh sir, oh I’m so sorry, I’ll start elsewhere.” she made to leave.

Danial said “Hold up there miss,” she turned toward him “Tell me young lady, do you know how to clean a mans penis?” he indicated his own as he sat on a stool at the breakfast bar.

The girl giggled and said “I’ve had some practice sir.”

Danial said “Show me what you can do.”

The girl approached Danial then bent toward him and started licking his shaft, then snaked her tongue around the head as it started to rise and commenced sliding a good seven or eight inches into her mouth. In moments she had all ten inches in her mouth and throat as Danial barred up and he felt her tongue come out and lick around his nut-sack.

Danial moaned and said “Well you’re obviously another well practiced slut. Any girl that sucks cock like that has been around the traps a bit.”

The girl sucked and licked until the hard meat glistened clean with a sheen of saliva, then she stood up and said “Thank you sir, I’m only young but I believe a woman should be able to please a man, don’t you agree?”

Danial, hoping to shock and disgust the young whore said “Fuckin’ oath, I mean the young guy I just fucked had a super tight arsehole but your mouth is amazing too.”

Danial was disappointed as the girl said, “Thank you sir, your beau must be a sweet boy, you tasted a lovely musky flavour. I like being back scuttled too if you ever get the urge.”

Just then Danial’s wife Janice walked into the kitchen and asked “The urge for what?”

The cleaning girl stuttered “um…ah…I was…um…”

Then she turned bright red as Danial said “This young lady was just offering me her services for a bit of anal if I get the urge, plus she’s no stranger to ‘arse to mouth’ and she is a gifted cock sucker, if I hadn’t just blown a load I would have given her a feed.”

Janice said “Oh, that’s very kind of you dear, if there’s one thing my husband loves, it’s a tight arse. Do you like to eat pussy too, because mine is cream pie central right now?!”

The girl just stood there her mouth agape, Danial asked “Are you alright love?”

The girl said “I…I’m sorry, I’m not used to couples being so sexually liberal; and yes ma’am I do eat pussy, would you like me to clean you up?”

Janice flopped down in a chair and said “Oh fuck yes!” she spread her legs as the girl knelt before her.

Danial said “Before you start licking my wife’s insatiable snatch, what is your name?”

The girl not taking her eyes of the arousal inflamed and puffy lipped sloppy mess in front her said, “It’s Rose sir” and she plunged her tongue into Janice’s leaking cunt and started audibly sucking and slurping.

Janice moaned saying “Oh you are wonderful Rose, ohh that’s the spot, fuck yeah! then she looked at Danial and asked “Who’d you unload in this morning babe?”

Danial sat stroking his tool as he watched the young cleaning girl service his wife and casually answered “Young Connor, I can’t get enough of him!”

Janice asked quizzically “Connor??”

Danial said “You remember the young gay barman from last night; boy shorts and singlet top, very effeminate looking!?”

Janice said “Oh that’s right, wow honey you really do like him don’t you?”

Rose stopped licking long enough to say, “I know Connor, he’s such a sweet guy, we’re good friends!”

Danial said “Well that’s good to know, why don’t you visit us on the weekend and we’ll have a foursome together.”

Rose said “Yes sir, I’ll be in that, for sure!” she continued licking and fingering Janice who soon shuddered in orgasm.

Janice said “Thank you Rose you are a very talented pussy eater too. I’m going to go and take a shower. Are you going to fuck Rose now dear?” she asked Danial.

Danial replied, “No she just cleaned bursa eve gelen escort my cock, I’ll wait for the weekend, I’ve got to get the guests up and fed and back to work.” he left the kitchen heading back toward the bedrooms.

Janice said “Rose, what can you tell me about Connor, Danial seems quite taken with him?!”

Rose said “He’s a lovely boy, he’s gay and he’s only been in town a few years, he works hard. He was living in an old warehouse, when I met him but I got him set up in an apartment where I live with a lesbian girl I know who had a room for rent. They get on really well.”

Rose went on “He had a rough childhood, his parents disowned him for being gay when he was a boy and sent him to live with an uncle on a remote farm. His Uncle and cousins sexually abused him until he ran away when he was fifteen.

Janice said, “I fucking hate the thought of child abuse, I will follow that up, thanks for the info Rose.”

Rose said “If you don’t mind me asking, it seems your husband had sex with Connor and you’re okay with it? Connor is my friend, I don’t want to see him hurt.”

Janice took the girl in an embrace and said “I saw them together last night before I knew who the young man was and believe me, they were making love, it was way more than just an idle fuck.”

Rose sounding bewildered asked “And you’re okay with that?”

Janice shrugged and said “Of course, my man has been having sex with other men since before we met, it would hardly be fair of me to try and change that. He’s a wonderful husband and provider to our family and he has nothing but the best interests at heart of all the people he interacts with, so trust me Connor couldn’t be in better hands. I mean Danial must have searched him out this morning to share his morning wood, he normally saves that for me or…” she faltered before saying too much to this girl.

Rose questioned “…or??”

Janice said “Well, let’s just say it’s not always just me in our bed.”

Rose smiled so brightly at this and looking dreamy eyed said “My Daddy fucks me too, he’s a wonderful lover, he’s taught me so much and to be completely open minded toward sex. That’s why it never fazed me that I sucked on your husbands cock after it came out of Connor’s arse; and I know Connor keeps himself very clean.”

Janice said, “That’s wonderful, you’re a very lucky girl, we’ll have a good time on the weekend and you’ll get to see that Connor will be well looked after when you see my huband together with him. But for now, thank you for your service but you’d better get back to work and I better get the cook focused on breakfast.

Rose said “Yes ma’am, thank you.”

Janice said “Don’t call me ma’am, I’m not a mistress in a whorehouse, call me Janice.

When Danial returned to the guest rooms, morning wood was being put to its best use in every room as cunt and arse alike was being meticulously reamed. In each room he said “Keep up the good work, breakfast in twenty minutes, you can all shower on return to the office.”

Everyone ate breakfast in the nude as they’d arrived that way, save for their various bits of cum stained lingerie and the group were still very touchy-feely and though there were enough chairs the girls all decided to sit on hard cock, which nobody complained about.

Danial saw them off in the driveway, then back in the kitchen he put together a plate of food and said to Janice, “I’m just going to take this in to Connor babe.”

Janice said “Breakfast in bed, how sweet of you.”

Danial said “Thanks, he’s such a sweet kid, I really feel something for him and I want to help him out.”

Janice said “That’s wonderful, Rose told me all about him, I think it’s wonderful that you want to look after him. You’re a very good man Danial Shaftbury!”

Danial said “I love you babe! Connor wants to become a she-male and I’m going to help him achieve that goal.”

Janice said “Yes, I can see that, he is an extremely effeminate boy, he’ll look absolutely stunning. Why don’t we take him in to live here with us, he’ll need the support.”

Danial said “You are the greatest wife; I wanted to do that but didn’t want to cause any waves, so I was just going to put him up in a condo.”

Janice said, “No he’ll live with us, it’ll be good for Chantelle to have someone her own age to interact with too; do you know if he likes to fuck girls?”

Danial said “He told me he did once with a female friend in school and that he liked it but he loves being a bottom for other guys.”

Janice said “So he hasn’t ruled it out, we could hook him up with Chantelle, I can see it now, can you imagine how beautiful they’d both look in matching wedding dresses?”

Danial’s cock was rising at the thought and Janice said “Oh I see that you can.”

Danial said “Maybe, but for now he’s a fragile young man who needs looking after, so excuse me while I go and look after him.” his cock was fully erect once again.

Janice laughed and said, “Enjoy darling, I’m going bursa otele gelen escort to go and see if I can’t find some men who know what bitches are good for. Oh look, the pool guys are still here!”

Janice quickly changed into a Wicked Weasel bikini and sunglasses, put on some seven inch heels, picked up a magazine and strolled out into the pool area. She acted as if there weren’t several muscular young men scooping leaves and wiping over outdoor furniture.

She casually sat down on a recliner and lay back with one foot on the ground and the other on the recliner with her leg bent, her pussy was nicely showcased in this position. With her imagination running wild it didn’t take long in the warm sun before both her nipples were erect and clearly visible beneath the tight sheer black fabric.

As her excitement built an easily noticeable wet patch spread across the material barely covering her vagina. One of the men said “It’s a hot day miss, do you want someone to apply some sunscreen for you to save your hands getting greasy on your magazine.”

Janice lay the magazine down on a nearby table and smiled as the men did a double take at the magazine as its pages were open showing teenage girls naked and licking and fingering each other. When they looked at her again wide eyed, she flipped the magazine closed showing it to be a copy of ‘Barley Legal’.

The guys were speechless, but Janice said, “Well, there’s three of you and I appreciate the offer but I may just go and lay in the shade.” They looked disappointed until she asked “Do you gentlemen know how to make a girl air-tight?” she pushed her ample chest out as she asked.

One guy answered “Do you mean…what I mean is…do you…are you asking…”

Janice giggled and said “It means when a lucky girl has a hard cock stuffed in every hole she has, mouth, pussy and arse.” as she said this she pulled the string and her bottoms fell away to the ground.

She walked over to a padded lounge setting in a shaded area turned and said, “One of you will have to be on your back.”

The three men tore their shorts off and ran toward her, quickly sorted themselves out and one curly haired blonde guy lay down sporting a nice fat nine inch cock.

Janice straddled him and he held her hips as she sank down on his tool until her arse cheeks pressed on his balls, she said, “That’s a good start, we’ll just remove this,” as she undid and took off her bikini top, “You like my tits, I love having them sucked on.

He lifted up and started sucking her tit like his life depended on it. She leaned forward to make it easier and said “Who’s using my arse, there’s lube in that caddy there.” she indicated to the caddy.

When that fit guy was lubed and seated deep in her bowels she lifted up and said to the last guy “Okay stud feed me a length, I’m a thirsty cum slut.” she barely had the words out before having a sizeable length fed into her throat.

Janice relaxed now, letting the three men use her as they wished, she sucked avidly on the cock in her mouth making slurping, swallowing and gagging noises, she knew men liked amid moaning in pleasure at the plugging her pussy and arse were taking.

The guy in her arse came first and he grunted as he fired off into her rectum, slapping her firm arse cheeks as he blew his load, then pulled out and slumped in a chair nearby, watching his cream pour out of her gaped nether hole and grease the shaft of his mate still drilling her cunt.

Shortly after, the guy in her mouth grabbed her head and forced his length into her throat and held her tight, her mouth stretched, with her lips tight around the base of his cock and fired his load straight down her oesophagus. Janice thought ‘Oh, i never got to taste it.’

The guy underneath her had a perfect view of Janice’s neck and could see his buddy’s cock head bulge in her throat. Watching this whore get used that way set him off and he began blasting his load into her cervix.

The guy in her mouth pulled out staggering a little and the one underneath rolled her to the side and got up too. He said to the other two, “Well, back to work I guess.” to Janice he said “Thanks honey.”

As they walked away, they stopped and turned around as Janice, now laying with her legs spread, cum leaking from her pussy and arse, said “Is that it? One load each? Surely you guys can cum more than once. Get back here and fuck me, come on fucking use me, I’m here ready and I want cock, fuck guys, don’t let a slut down.”

One of them said, “I’d like to fuck your pussy but I’ve been up your arse, is there somewhere I can wash up?”

Janice said “Yes honey, you can wash up in my mouth, now get back here, nobody leaves until they’re blowing dry and your nuts are empty. If I pass out, just keep fucking me, I’ll come to eventually, I always do.”

The guys came and started mauling her again as she was manhandled to and fro as positions were sorted. As the sun rose steadily in the morning sky, Janice was fucked, used and abused and loved every quaking orgasmic minute of it.

Janice slowly opened her eyes, feeling relaxed and drained, she felt as though she could dissolve into liquid. Eventually she became aware of a tongue licking around her pussy and between her legs. She rolled her head to look left and right but could see no one, then she moaned as the tongue twirled around her clit.

A stand-alone story, but following from earlier ones. Enjoy!

It had been an intensive morning, but in the end had gone much faster than I had expected. Leaving the lab, I stuck my head into her office. She wasn’t there and her computer was shut down, meaning that she hadn’t just stepped out to the loo or something.

I followed my nose into the kitchen – empty. Well, she had to be around somewhere.

I put on the kettle and made myself a cup of tea. Taking it in hand, I wandered around the villa. All empty.

I called her name, but got no response. Odd.

I stepped outside on the ocean side and strolled through the sun. The surf was high and the sun warm on my skin. I thought she might be whale-watching on the point, but the area was empty.

In the end, following the shoreline, I found her on water’s edge on the other side of the promontory. No wonder she hadn’t answered; I had obviously stumbled onto a self-bondage scene. I decided to be quiet and enjoy the view.

She was on her hands and knees between two palm trees. Her thighs were belt-tied to her calves, keeping her in a kneeling position, while a spreader bar kept her knees well apart and – no doubt deliberately – kept her from falling to the side. A leather collar encircled her neck and a single padlock held together rings in the collar and wrist cuffs. From them, a chain stretched to the bottom of the first palm tree. A second chain ran from matching ankle cuffs to the base of the other tree. The total effect was to keep her on her knees stretched out between the two trees. A ball gag was in her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes. She’d obviously put some effort into this.

An ice lock held what was obviously the key for the padlock, which would swing down on a string to her hands when the lock eventually released. Given that our average temperature in the island was a virtually-constant 28°, it was a safe bet.

A powerful battery-powered wand vibrator was suspended by a cord running up into the trees. Its bulbous head was buzzing as it bounced lazily and lightly against her exposed pussy, then swung away, leaving her anus and glistening labia exposed.

From the way the sand under her knees and elbows was packed down, she had been there a while. I looked at the ice lock; it was covered in water beads and dripping, obviously about to release.

I flipped the dangling key out of the way to give me a while to admire the setup – and her. On thinking about it, I wedged its tip into the bark of a tree to keep it from falling when the ice lock released.

Just for a moment, of course.

In the interests of scientific observation and aesthetic appreciation.

She’d understand.

Her firm buttocks were swaying from side to side, clearly in an attempt to bring konyaaltı escort bayan the wand into firmer contact with her pussy. As it was, all it could do was to briefly tease her before bouncing away from her sweet spot every time she moved. From the amount of nectar on her thighs, she was highly aroused.

On the soft sand, my bare feet moved silently and I was able to walk completely around the scene without her noticing. She had – typically – placed herself completely out in the open where any passing boater would have been sure to see her. We didn’t get much water traffic in our area and she of course was aware of that, but, knowing my kinky girl, she would have found the mere possibility of being seen immensely exciting.

To give her credit, it was an admirably artistic setup.

She grunted and shifted, probably impatient for the key to drop into her hands. I thought she must be exceptionally frustrated, given the periodic light stimulation by the wand.

I picked up a stray feather from one of the local wild birds and very, very lightly, ran its stiff length down the inside of her right thigh. Her leg muscles clenched, but her head didn’t turn, leading me to think she might not have consciously noticed it. Well, I could change that.

Without interfering with the wand’s travels, I ran the feather tip down the length of her pussy lips. Her head swung from side to side. She’d noticed that one, all right, but probably wasn’t sure what was happening.

I continued to stroke her pussy with the feather. Her fine ass bounced in response to the teasing. She knew now – I could hear her trying to talk through the gag.

I unbuckled her ball gag and she spat it out onto the sand. “Shit!” she said. “What the hell?”

“How embarrassing,” I replied softly. “But isn’t it amazing what a man can stumble upon when he goes for a stroll?”

“Don’t piss about! Let me loose!”

“Maybe,” I mused. “But it’s such a pretty sight and I’m enjoying myself.” I fondled her buttocks, squeezed a breast, ran my finger along her labia. “I wonder what happened to the key?”

Her reply was unprintable.

I began to run my hands along and over her body, stroking and fondling. The wand bounced against her ladybits and, on impulse, I grasped it and held it firmly against her clitoris. She backed her hips into it and wiggled them back and forth, groaning in pleasure. I let her enjoy it for perhaps 20 seconds, allowing her to begin panting rapidly before pulling it away. She moaned in frustration as I softly stroked her wetness with a slow finger.

Leaning over, I unbuckled her leg belts. Her wrists and ankles still tethered, she lifted her butt up high into the air. Shifting, I knelt beside her, facing muratpaşa escort bayan her feet. I wrapped one arm firmly around her waist and pulled her in against me. I started stroking her pussy lips with my other hand, softly circling her love bud with the tip of a finger. She jerked, writhed under my touch. Picking up the feather again, I held her tightly against my side and teased her pussy with light, flickering sweeps. Her breath hissed in.

I let go of her, then bent down to whisper into her ear. “Nice setup, dear. Maybe I can find a key somewhere.” I held the wand against her pussy hard for a few seconds and then released it to continue its slow, light bouncing against her.

I left her cursing under the trees and went to fetch the camera. Some high-quality photos would look well as a screen-saver. When I came back, I also brought some bottled Perrier and a straw. She sucked thirstily on it, then stopped, realizing – correctly – that refreshments probably meant I was in no hurry to release her.

“Damn it, turn me loose!”

“In a while.” The camera was set to make an old-fashioned shutter click sound when it captured an image and, as I circled her, she quickly realized I was capturing her predicament.

She started to swear again, but had a sudden change of mood. I could see her grin to herself. Why not?

I lay down beside her and started fondling her dangling boobs. How fun anatomy can be!

“Mmm, nice,” she said, distractedly.

“More Perrier?”

“I’m good.”

“Blindfold off?”

“Still good,” she replied. “Waiting to see what you come up with.”

“See?”

“Shut up and do me. That wand is driving me nuts.”

“Well, didn’t you think of that when you set it up?”

“I thought it would settle against me. I’ve been stuck here forever. What time is it, anyway?”

“Time for you to learn to tie knots.”

“That’s not funny.”

“On the other hand, this is.”

“OK, so it didn’t work. I was horny, you were busy and it seemed like a fun idea at the time. Where’s the key?”

I got up and set the wand aside, knelt down behind her and, holding her cheeks apart, began to trail my tongue tip over her labia. Up the length of one, down the length of the other. She yelped. Her legs clenched. I pulled them apart for better access.

My tongue dipped into her womanhood, then flicked down to her bud. Around and around, my tongue swirled over her. She started to pant with her arousal, her body twitching, swaying from side to side.

I backed away from her and retrieved the wand. I placed it between her breasts on the ground and, lying down by front, picked up her head and slid underneath to kiss her. “Still looking for it,” I said.

A serik escort bayan decade of tongue-play later, I disengaged myself, returning to her rear, where I again took to fondling her fine ass. Two hands, two beautiful cheeks – it seemed so natural, so perfect.

She was oozing lady-dew and moaning in her need; I was rock-hard. I slid my hand down over her opening and rolled two fingers inside, stretching and fondling her slippery lining. I could feel her clenching inside.

Kneeling behind her, I guided my cocktip with one hand to her opening. She groaned in delight. I rolled my head over her clit and around her lips, then slipped just the head in.

Chains rattled as she tried to shift.

Barely in her, I clasped her hips with both hands. Back and forth, my head penetrated partway into her warmth, never fully entering her.

“More!” she cried. “Now!”

I slowly pushed all the way into her, feeling the rim of my cock-head moving over her ridged lining. I slid in as far as I could, then held her firmly against me without moving. Her bum tried to move, but there wasn’t much scope for play.

I reached around in front of her leg with one hand and again started massaging her bud with one finger. She cried out sharply and squeezed my cock with her pussy muscles.

Enough. I grabbed both hips and began pumping into her as fast as I could. Her cheeks slapped against my stomach. Her hips bucked and shuddered.

She was moaning almost continuously. Holding her by the hips, I continued driving into her – hard.

My balls were swollen, my dickhead on fire. Feeling myself on the brink, I slowed my pace to stretch it out. Too late; I came like a hammer. After three or four more slow strokes, I bent over her back, holding her tight, panting myself. Her ass kept moving under me as she desperately sought her release. I hung in as she struggled, but eventually, softening, I pulled myself out.

“Get me out of here,” she demanded. “I’m not done with you yet.:

Instead, on impulse, I pushed her ball gag back into her mouth and buckled it behind her head. She started thrashing back and forth, cursing loudly behind the gag. I reached down under her, found the still-buzzing wand and refastened it to hang lightly against her pussy.

I leaned down and whispered into her ear. “Who am I to deprive you of a good lesson? “I’ll be back in an hour or so.” I paused. “I bet I’ll find the key in the toy box – with the butt plugs.” She thrashed in her fury.

The wand recommenced its slow bouncing swings against her pretty parts.

I listened to her cursing behind the gag for a few seconds, but she didn’t give me her safety grunt and I grinned to myself. So predictable, so much the woman I loved.

She’d be seriously, seriously pissed when I released her of course, but she’d done much the same to me often enough that I knew she’d be laughing at herself two minutes later. And releasing her would mean an opportunity for more Play.

It was a turning out to be a fine day.

So I went to watch the whales for a bit.

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Chapter 3: The Hunger

Nancy was “riding the hairbrush.”

That’s what she called it. She was lying on her bed, naked, on her back. Her feet were flat on the sheets, with her knees up and spread wide. Her right hand was holding on to the bristles of her plastic hair brush, with the round, ridged handled jammed deep into her pussy. She needed the stimulation to keep the hollowness, the horniness, deep in her being, at bay.

She started by rubbing herself with fast, urgent strokes. Just like some of her hand job customers preferred, she fucked herself fast and hard, with furious energy. The intense, relentless strokes stimulated the walls of her pussy, like an urgent, needful lover.

But then she changed tempo, and touched herself with the slow, loving strokes that some of her other customers preferred. Gentle, loving caresses, on her pussy lips, on her clit, on the walls of her vagina. She delicately loved herself, stroked herself, wanted to make her body feel worshiped and adored, as if under the touch of a smitten young suitor.

And then, finally, she pleasured herself with the long, looping, lubed up strokes that some of her other customers preferred; using plenty of KY to make her tender tissues slick and soggy and very receptive to the tender mercies of her hairbrush handle, her fingers, and her knuckles.

But none of it mattered. No matter how much she fucked herself with her hands, her fingers, and her hairbrush, the hollow horny feeling would not go away. Even after her orgasm, screaming there on the bed, flailing her head back and forth on the pillow, the best she could accomplish was to make the feelings, the emptiness, go to sleep; make it lie down and leave her alone, on a temporary basis, while she tried to get on with her life.

Eventually, Nancy knew that she had achieved all of the serenity that she was going to get for now, and closed her eyes and tried to sleep for a few hours.

It was Friday night, and she was due to spend the evening at Carl’s dive bar in the manufacturing district. Nancy was a hand job slut, who gave men hand jobs for twenty dollars. More importantly, of course, she was a college student, a business major, and needed the money to pay for her tuition and books. She wasn’t interested in sex herself, and never had been. She’d had sex with a few boys, but not many, and had never enjoyed it. After awhile, she had realized that she really wasn’t interested in boys or sex at all, and had stopped pursuing them. Likewise, the boys had stopped pursuing her. No big loss, from either perspective. Nancy had dedicated herself to her school work, and only worked as a hand job slut to pay for her education.

Nancy was a short, plump girl, with limp blond hair and a plain face. She was not particularly attractive, but had learned how to tart herself up for work. She put on her slut outfit: a tight fitting t-shirt and a denim skirt two sizes too small, plus some tall, strappy espadrilles, and some cherry colored lipstick and green eye shadow. She took the bus down to Carl’s dive bar. It was already busy, full of men who would happily pay her twenty dollars for a hand job. Most of them knew her well; she had been working the bar for many months now.

Nancy saw a familiar face, sitting at the bar and nursing a large mug of beer. His name was Daryl. He was tall and dark haired, with a beard, a baseball cap, and a beer gut. Nancy walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

“I’ll give you a hand job for twenty dollars,” she said, in her well practiced voice.

“Yes, I know, Nancy,” said Daryl. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

Nancy took Daryl into the ladies room. Since Nancy was generally the only woman in Carl’s dive bar, the ladies room was almost always empty. She used it as her private hand job parlor. She sat on the toilet lid, and had Daryl stand in front of her, with his pants around his ankles. She took his cock in her hands.

Nancy gave wonderful hand jobs. She had studied the art of the hand job with a devotion rarely seen in any field, sexual or otherwise. She knew every vein, every tissue, every detail of a man’s cock, and every way that a woman can please it with her hands. She deftly manipulated Daryl’s cock with her talented hands.

She knew that Daryl liked a little bit of everything in his hand jobs. She called it “the works.” She spit in her palms and slowly slid them up and down his shaft. She twirled one hand over his cock head while her other hand jacked his shaft. She palpated his balls and polished his knob. She tugged at his pubic hair and teased his little pee-hole. She played with his privates for just the right amount of time until he was ready to unload his backlog of semen, and then she administered the coup de grace: she pumped and stroked him in her tight smooth fist until he launched his long load of sperm in her direction.

As konyaalti escort usual, Nancy ducked out of the way. She didn’t want the semen hitting her; she preferred to let it hit the wall or the floor. She didn’t mind cleaning it up later. Her customers didn’t seem to mind, either; as long as they got off, they didn’t have much issue with where it landed.

Daryl shot his wad against the wall, and seemed pleased. He rolled his eyes up into his head and let himself go. He was in bliss. Nancy held his cock, stiff, then softer, then limp like a deflated balloon, as he came down.

“Thanks, Nancy. That was great, as usual!” Daryl was saying.

“Anytime, Daryl,” Nancy told him. “Tell all your friends.”

Daryl went back to his friends at the bar, and his mug of beer. Most of the patrons at Carl’s dive bar were here for the beer. They were working class factory men who liked beer, companionship, and hand jobs, mostly in that order. But they happily paid Nancy her twenty dollars for her hand jobs, especially since she was so good at them.

Nancy didn’t leave the ladies room. The regulars knew that she was there, and tended to come to her in a steady stream. Occasionally, she would have to go out to the bar area and drum up business, but not usually. Tonight was typical; as one customer left, another would take his place. Nancy rarely went home with less that $500 dollars.

After five or six customers had come and left, Nancy found herself alone for a few minutes. She noticed that the emptiness, the hollowness, had crept back into the pit of her being. She frowned. Damn, she thought. Even riding the hairbrush doesn’t last as long as it used to. She wondered if she had time for a quick self-gratification session. But it was not to be.

The door swung open again, and two men walked in. One was Nancy’s friend, Curt. Curt was one of her best customers, and the closest thing she had to a confidant. He was a machinist who worked in a nearby factory. Nancy liked him; he was handsome, polite, and always wore underwear. All three characteristics were rare for the clientele here at Carl’s dive bar.

Curt had another man with him; a large giant of a man. Nancy looked him over. He was very tall, very muscular, and had a buzz-cut hair style. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt, and his arms were covered with tattoos.

“Hi, Nancy!” said Curt. “I’d like you to meet my cousin, Charlie,”

“Hi, Curt. Hi, Charlie,” said Nancy. “Nice to meet you.”

“Charlie has been on a submarine for eighteen months,” said Curt. “I told him that I’d make sure he got some sex tonight. He’s got a bad case of the DSB.”

“The DSB?” asked Nancy.

“The Deadly Sperm Build-up,” Curt explained. “I’m sure you can help him, Nancy.”

“Of course,” said Nancy. She looked up at Charlie. “I’ll give you a hand job for twenty dollars,” she said.

“Yes, we know,” said Curt, and gave Nancy a twenty dollar bill to take care of Charlie. He was a good cousin. “I’ll be waiting outside, Cuz,” he said to Charlie. “Come on out when you’re done and we’ll have another beer.”

Nancy was alone with Charlie. Charlie looked shy. “Well, you should drop your pants, Charlie,” she told him. “How do you like your hand jobs?”

“Shucks, ma’am, I don’t know. Why don’t you just give me the house special or somethin’? But be careful, ’cause I’m workin’ on a hair trigger here.”

Nancy looked at his cock. It was long and narrow, and very white. His balls were bursting with pressure. She decided she’d give him the Venus Butterfly move. She reached out her fingertips toward his bobbing, turgid organ. Her fingers approached it. It twitched. She encircled it with her hand, not yet making contact. Then she gently, slowly, tightened her grip, until her fleshy palm and fingers pressed his shaft from all sides.

He shot! He shot off a huge wad of semen at her slightest touch. It caught Nancy completely by surprise, and hit her right in the middle of her face. Her eyes widened in shock, and her mouth popped open in a disbelieving “O” shape. The second blast, as big as the first, went directly into her mouth and landed at the very back of her throat, slamming into her uvula like a bowling ball on a one-pin. Caught off guard, she swallowed it down reflexively.

Several more renegade jolts of jism hit Nancy in the face, her mouth now closed, before she recovered sufficient composure to duck out of the way. The next few hit the wall, and then they slowed down enough to start soaking the floor. Eventually they slowed and stopped.

Charlie was aghast. “I’m so sorry, Ma’am! I… I didn’t know that was going to happen. I told you I was workin’ on a hair trigger’.”

“That’s all right, Charlie,” said Nancy, wiping her face with toilet paper from the nearby roll. “I don’t mind. It just surprised muratpasa escort me is all.” Charlie, mortified, tried to help her wipe up the white pearly sauce dripping from her cheeks and chin. She stood up enough for them both to slide the paper wads under the toilet lid.

“I’m real sorry, Ma’am,” Charlie repeated. “I was on that sub for an awful long time, you know.” He looked ashamed. Nancy felt sorry for him.

“Really, it’s okay, Charlie. In fact, I can’t hardly charge you for a hand job that only lasted one stroke. Not even one stroke. I’ll tell you what. You go out, have a couple more beers with your cousin, and then come back in an hour or two. I’ll give you another one, a proper hand job, two for the price of one.”

“That’s right kindly of you, Ma’am. Thank you very much.” Charlie went back outside.

Nancy had never swallowed semen before. She focused on her mouth. How did it taste? Not bad, she decided. She’d seen so much of it in her career as a hand job slut, and had never tasted a single drop. Then she noticed something strange.

The emptiness, the hollowness, the horny feeling in her core, had quieted down a bit. Not nearly asleep yet, not gone by any means, but definitely diminished. Did the swallowing of the semen do that? It was the only explanation. It never goes away on its own. This was interesting.

But her reflections would have to wait, for the door swung open and another customer entered. It was Mikey, another buddy of Curt’s from the factory. He was a regular, too.

“Hi Nancy, here’s my twenty,” Mikey was saying, handing her his bill.

“Hi, Mikey,” she said. “What will you have today?”

“I love that twisty thing you do, Nancy,” he told her. He was unbuckling his pants and letting them drop to the floor. Nancy knew what he meant: the double-fisted reverse twist. She put a few drops of KY on her palm, and rubbed it in with her other palm. The she wrapped both fists around his shaft, one near the base, the other just below the head. She rotated them both, one clockwise, one counterclockwise, then reversing them both to go back the other way again. Mikey moaned in pleasure. She kept that up, strictly on the shaft, for several minutes, letting Mikey enjoy the long slow build-up. Then she added a lengthwise component to the motion, moving both hands up toward the rim of his cock head, then both back down toward his root, always twisting and twisting, in opposite directions. Nancy liked this technique, but it only worked if the cock was long enough to get both fists on it.

After several more minutes of the twist and stroke, she extended the stroking motion of her upper hand to include the rim and head of Mikey’s cock. Scraping over the sensitive rim with her lubed up palm had Mikey twitching and shuddering like a flag on a pole. She flicked her thumb across his sensitive frenulum on each stroke as well, which pretty much drove him crazy. He rapidly approached his climax. When he started to squirt, Nancy moved her top hand farther out, and reversed her grip, so that only her thumb and forefinger were still on his cock head. The rest of her hand was just beyond his pee hole, palm down, forming a cup. As his semen pumped out, she caught most of it in her cupped palm. Pump after pump, she caught it and held it, very little escaping to drip down to the floor. Finally, he was done.

“Wow, thanks, Nancy! You’re the best, as always,” he said, and ran back out the door to have another beer, buckling up his trousers as he went.

Nancy looked at the pearly puddle of goo in her palm. “Well, let’s see what a full dose can do,” she thought. She tilted back her head, raised her hand, and let the slimy semen run down onto her tongue, swallowing it in several large gulps as it pooled in the back of her throat.

She licked her hand clean, and looked inward with her mind’s eye. How was her body reacting? What was the ache doing? She could feel it diminish, even as she watched it with her mind. It shrank, it contracted, and it started to go to sleep. This was great! She had learned a new weapon against the emptiness! All it took was semen, an ingredient to which she had access, in abundance.

The customers kept coming, and she gave them all hand jobs, for twenty dollars, as usual. But she no longer let the semen go to waste on the floor or on the wall. Whenever possible, she would catch it in her palm, and swallow it down. When Charlie came back two hours later for his mulligan, she gobbled down his second load, scarcely smaller than his first, as well. One time, for a young fellow with a stubby penis, she leaned forward and caught his ejaculations directly in her mouth. His eyes widened into saucers at this, as he had never seen Nancy do that before. She gulped down his pearly sauce as if it were mother’s milk.

With serik escort each load of spooge that she swallowed, Nancy felt the emptiness, the hollowness within her, diminish more and more. It shrank, it shriveled, it became groggy, it lost its potency. Eventually, it went completely to sleep. She felt as good as if she had spent an hour riding the hairbrush and had brought herself to a thunderous orgasm. She wondered how well she would feel if she could do both: swallow the semen AND frig herself to an orgasm. She might have to try that some day.

She had just finished off another customer, getting him off with a triple fork-finger backwards lindy hand job (a rare and sometimes dangerous maneuver), and had again swallowed down every drop of his ejaculate. He had left, and she again turned her minds eye down into her being to see how the hollowness was doing. It was pretty deeply asleep by now, which was of course good, but suddenly, unexpectedly, she felt her stomach lurch. She felt as if she had been punched in the gut! She doubled over in pain, clutching her abdomen and letting out a loud groan. She broke out in a cold sweat, and her heart raced and her head pounded. She leapt off the toilet and lifted the lid, kneeling in front of it. Not a moment too soon, as she immediately hurled a long, slimy white stream of vomited jism into the toilet. It was pearly and white like the semen that she had swallowed, but mixed with green phlegm and bits of ramen noodles from her dinner several hours ago. She spewed and spewed, her stomach contracting with pain. When it was empty, she continued to dry heave for several more minutes. Finally, she sat on the floor of the grimy ladies room, cold and clammy with sweat, her abdominal muscles crying in pain, tears in her eyes, and her mouth and esophagus burning with stomach acid.

Well that sucked, thought Nancy. Apparently there was only so much semen that she could swallow before her body rebelled at the volume. She checked on the emptiness inside of her. Damn, it had woken up! Whether it was from the loss of the mollifying sperm in her system, or from the violence of the vomiting, she couldn’t be sure; all she knew was that it was back, and with a vengeance. The sperm, apparently, was only a partial solution, at best.

Curt stuck his head in through the ladies room door. “Are you alright in here? I thought I heard moaning and retching,” he asked. He looked concerned.

Nancy looked up at him from the floor. “I’m okay,” she reassured him. “Just a little bit queasy. Thanks for checking, but I’ll be fine.” Curt’s head disappeared again.

It was getting late. A few more customers came in for their twenty dollar hand jobs, and Nancy served them as best she could. She wasn’t feeling at all well, but she was a trooper, and an entrepreneur; she would do whatever it took to keep her business from going under. She didn’t swallow any of their spurts directly from the tap, but did catch them in her hand, and lapped up a few scoops of each, carefully and tentatively from her palm. She didn’t get sick again. She figured that, like any pharmaceutical, there was a therapeutic dose of semen, and there was a toxic dose. She would make it her job to figure out precisely what the appropriate dosage should be. She would have plenty of opportunity to experiment.

After the stream of customers subsided, Nancy came out of the ladies room. There were just a few patrons left at the bar, and Carl was cleaning up. Curt still sat there nursing his last beer of the night. Charlie had gone home. Nancy climbed up on a stool next to Curt and Carl poured her a beer.

“You sure you’re okay?” Curt asked, genuine concern in his handsome face.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Nancy told him. He kept looking at her, and she felt she owed him some sort of an explanation for the way he had seen her, sitting on the grimy ladies room floor. “I think I swallowed too much sperm, that’s all.”

That didn’t satisfy Curt’s curiosity in the least. “What? I’ve never seen you swallow sperm at all!”

“It’s the hollowness, Curt. The emptiness. Sometimes I get this lonely, empty, sad feeling in my gut, and it kills me. I can usually make it go to sleep by fucking myself with my hair brush. But tonight, I discovered that swallowing sperm has the same effect. Only, it makes me sick, too.”

“You’re horny, Nancy. That’s all it is,” said Curt. Curt knew much more about sex than Nancy did. “You need to get laid, that’s all.”

“Ewwww…,” said Nancy. “I’ve had sex with boys a few times. I didn’t care for it. I don’t mind giving out hand jobs for twenty dollars, but I don’t like really having sex with them.”

“Well, maybe you should be having sex with girls then? Or maybe with some more high-tech toys than a plastic hairbrush. They make some very effective vibrators these days, you know.”

“Well, maybe. Maybe someday. But tonight, I’m going to go home and ride the hairbrush until the hollow feeling goes back to sleep,” she told him, swilling back the rest of her beer.

“Goodnight, Nancy,” Curt said, and watched her plump ass in the too-tight denim skirt wiggle out the door into the seedy night.

******

Nancy will return in: Hand Job Slut 4: The Search For Spunk

Lindsey and I had been friends since the beginning of middle school and all through high school. We were never a couple, just good friends but that didn’t mean we didn’t share everything together, and I mean everything.

Now Lindsey was one of the popular kids at school, she was head cheerleader, head of the school council, and leader of the debate team, none of which I was on, but I knew why she was. Lindsey had a major domineering fetish; she always had to be in control, which was why most guys won’t date her. I on the other hand didn’t mind being bossed around, not to say I was weak, but it really turned me on. We both knew these things about each other which is probably why we got along so well.

We had a very open relationship, shared most everything, and tried not to judge. We had a good time together, and that was most important, there was never any feeling of I have to hang out with her, more I wanted to. Lindsey and I would usually stay in and make fun of people on TV, play video games and what not. Even after high school we both decided to rent a house together. It was a nice two story, two bedroom, in a good neighbor hood close to the college campus. She was going to college and majoring in engineering, while I worked construction for my dad, so we also had a lot in common there too.

About a week after moving in, Lindsey and I were sitting in the living room watching TV when an ad for Trojan condoms came on.

“Huh, I should really get a box of those” I blurted out of the silence.

“What would you need condoms for, you’ve never even had sex” Lindsey said back to me.

“Yeah, well I might some day; we’re not all as experienced as you”

“That some day might be soon” She said shifting in her chair to look at me.

“Yeah, what have you heard” I replied staring blankly at her. “Does some one like me?”

“It could be some one in this room” Lindsey said starring at me. It took me a second to gather what she was saying, but once it hit, it hit hard. “I want to do everything we ever talked about, you and me. I think we have waited long enough, don’t konyaaltı escort you agree?”

I was in shock, all I could do was nod my head and mutter “yes” and just stare at her. Her beauty suddenly became apparent to me. I had always known she was hot, a stone cold fox, to say, but now her long brown hair, perky boobs, and tight ass, seemed all the sweeter.

“I’m going to go get changed, I’ll set your outfit out side the door.” She said walking towards her room, I waited half a minuet to take it all in, and then followed her up. Hanging on her door was her old cheerleading uniform. My cock swelled with anticipation as I started to get undressed. I slipped the ping thong on, which was a very new sensation, then came the skirt and skin tight top. She also included a pair of fake breast she stole from a department store, it really rounded out the package, I thought. Then there was a knock at my door.

“Is my little bitch ready?’ Lindsey said. “Come on out, I want to see my new girlfriend.”

I walked out the door to see Lindsey standing in skin tight latex bra and pants, with high heeled shoes, my dream. I spun my dress around, and her eyes lit up, she grabbed me and threw me to the ground, I went willingly.

“Now follow me.”

We walked/crawled down the stairs to the living room, and in front of the TV there was a blanket spread out with dildos in order from smallest to largest. Now, Lindsey was the only one I ever told it was one of my fetishes to gap my asshole, and I was to shy to buy any dildos so all I had ever used to fuck myself with was house hold objects like flash lights, and a lava lamp nothing like these.

“You like my collection of toys; I made that jerk Scott buy them for me. He though he would get to use them on me, what a tool.” Lindsey said. (Scott was her old boyfriend and she found out he was sleep with the rest of the cheerleading squad, and apparently just used him to buy all the sex toys and cloths she could ever want.) “Didn’t think I remembered you liked gapping your ass, did muratpaşa escort you? Well let’s see just how big we can get that tight ass of yours. Now flip over and lie on your back, and let’s see what we’ve got to work with.”

I did as told. She placed a pillow under me to prop my ass into place and spread my legs a part. The thong moved aside and I felt a finger massaging my hairless ass, and then it slipped in, then another, and soon all 4. Her hand was small so my ass took them easily, but I new that would not be that case looking at the size of those dildos. The largest, was a butt plug about 3 inches around, I thought I could never take it all the way in, but I would sure try. Lindsey worked my ass, going deeper with her fingers until she reached the knuckle.

“Tell me what you want, you dirty girl.” she demanded

“I want you to fuck my ass, gap me open like a whore.” I moaned.

She wasted no time after that. A few drops of lube splashed my ass, and I felt the double dong begin to press against my puckered butt hole. It slipped in, and traveled straight to the back of my rectum, as deep as I had ever gone. “Now push for my like you are shiting.” I did, and the dildo traveled farther in. It was the greatest feeling I ever had in my ass, just then I felt the other head of the dildo being forced in. I tried to relax and let it in, but she was to fast for me and crammed it in.

The pain was intense, my eyes closed shut and I clenched the blanket. I opened my eyes and looked up at her face; she had a smile on her face after seeing me in pain. That look, her look of power in that black latex made my cock stand straight up and my ass grab that dildo soo tight it hurt even more. The pain soon subsided and was replaced with pure ecstasy. This is what we both always dreamed of.

The dildo was pushed the rest of the way in, my ass was now pretty loose. She removed it, I felt empty, but soon a bigger, cock like dildo pushed its way in and filled me to capacity. It had to be 1 ½ inches around, and the biggest serik escort I ever got was 2 inches, and the next toy in line was a 3 inch butt plug. All I could do was relax and try to take it, because Lindsey wasn’t going to stop now.

After working me for about 10 minuets, she stopped and pulled the dildo from me. “Get on your knees.” I quickly spun around and kneeled in front of her. She grabbed the plug and positioned it under me. “Now lift your skirt, sit on it, take it all.” She commanded. I look at her and slow sat on the massive plug. I was nearing my limit, so I began to move up and down on it to loosen my ass more. It was working, soon I was so close to slipping it in, but I just couldn’t get it. Lindsey was standing behind me and saw my struggle; she got that smile on her face and pushed down on my shoulders. I collapsed on the plug and my body quivered.

“That’s my girl she said massaging the fake breasts through my uniform, now you just sit here and I’ll be right back.” Like I was going to go anywhere with this in my ass, I was afraid to move, but slowly I got used to it. Lindsey returned a couple minuets later with a camera and a tripod. “I want you to see your slutty ass. She said hooking the camera to the TV, the screen flashed on, and she pointed it right at my ass. “Now watch as I pull this from you.”

I bent over, my head facing the TV ass facing the camera, and Lindsey grabbed the end of the plug. The pull on my sore ass was excruciating but I couldn’t draw my eyes from the screen. I saw it starting to stretch open, I used my hands to help hold it open, and just as I started too fully open, it popped out, and I was left with a massive gapping ass.

“Wow, you are a little whore look at that,” She said as her finger slid around the edge of the hole, then it slowly closed, as I could not hold it any longer. I finally took my eyes from the screen and looked at Lindsey. “Was it every thing you expected?”

“Everything and more” I replied “What can I do for you though?”

“When ever I want you, and for what ever, I get you” She said sitting on the couch and motioning me over

“Sound good to me, we both win” I said sitting next to her. “Now about that video…”

“Don’t worry about it, but I will be posting it on the net, I know people who have been want to see this for a long time.”

I looked at her intrigued, she winked, got up and left the room, I quickly jerked off thinking about what was to come.

“Jack. Oh my god, oh my god, Jack”

Jack twitched and stiffened shooting his seed deep inside her.

Jack helped her off with the bustier and gathered her close; holding her and stroking her back in the middle of the big bed. He pulled the covers up over them after his heart stopped racing. He kissed her forehead.

“Jack, I’m not nosey; but what were you doing on the computer so long, are you worried about stocks?” Breezy questioned.

“No in fact I just unloaded the stock I had left of my old company.” He reassured her. “When your dad said everything was going to hell in a hand basket, I decided to get out from under it. The index said it had dropped a few points. I put the money into Franklin Trust Funds; they seem to be doing well right now.”

“Jack, are you very rich?” She asked coyly.

“Not Gates rich, but I don’t have to work if I don’t want to.” He turned to her. “Why?”

“Do you want a prenup agreement? Most guys like to protect themselves; I could be out to steal you blind?”

“Breezy, you already stole the most important thing I have; my heart.” He said and kissed her.

“I love you so much, sometimes the things you say make me ache with the love I feel for you. You make me so happy.”

“Next week, I’ll go to the bank with you, and put you on some accounts. I’ve got a circulating account that just gets interest from savings, I think there’s about fifty grand in there now. Will that hold you for awhile?”

“Jack, that’s too much. Where, would I spend that much?” She asked.

“Well I promised to take you into Billings; we need furniture, linens, service items, and art.” He smiled. “Shopping; could almost be fun.”

“Speaking of fun, it was fun to play dress up. Maybe while we are in Vegas I’ll look for some exclusive stores. Get a few more fantasy clothes.”

“Cart Blanche on that, I don’t care just surprise me; only stipulation being is nothing that hurts.”

“Dam there goes the bondage queen idea, ha ha ha.”

She snuggled into his side, and drifted off to sleep.

In the morning Breezy woke up to find herself alone, she peeled the sheets and put them in the hamper. She went to the bathroom and showered; later she would like to try that big tub though. She dressed in a T-shirt and jeans and pushed her feet into cross trainers. Then she remade the bed. She found Jack in the kitchen making an appointment at the clinic to check his head wound.

“My appointment is at ten thirty, do you want to go get breakfast at IHOP, and then I can have the doctor check my head out.” He asked. “Also, I called my folks and told them about us, and Mom’s disappointed. Naturally my mother wanted us konyaalti escort bayan to come back home and have the wedding there. I told her we couldn’t wait, and we’re going to Vegas, like Elvis and Pricilla.”

“So when do I get to meet your folks and sister?”

“Oh maybe at Christmas, we could fly back its warmer there then.” He said as he led the way back to the garage.

“A Hummer, you have a Hummer, can I drive it?” She begged him.

“Here you go, just be careful backing up it’s a tight fit.” He said and, tossed her the keys.

She got in smelling the rich leather interior; she pulled on and latched the seat belt. When Jack got in he smiled at her. He leaned over and hit a button on the dash panel, and the garage door opened.

“That is so cool, a built in garage opener.” She said as she shifted into reverse. She eased the big vehicle backward and glided through the opening like a pro. Pushing the button again and closed the garage. She shifted gears and drove down the drive to the gate. Jack took out a controller and the Iron Gate rolled back.

“I have some trouble with that in the winter. The snow likes to block the mechanism so I need to get a housing built over it. Unless you like being snow bound for a week?” Jack smiled at her.

“Better fix it, then we can pretend to be snow bound.”

Breezy turned right on the country lane and asked. “What’s in the other direction Jack, this road is well maintained?”

“Oh, the Big Horn National forests, the Medicine Wheel and Cody, Wy.”

“We should go there sometime; I heard the museum is great.”

She slowed the Hummer upon reaching the town limits, and down a couple of blocks pulled into the IHOP. Jack came around and held her hand as they walk into the restaurant. The hostess seated them in a side booth, leaving them to the waitress.

“Jack, how you doin’?” Said the petite brunette waitress, who was built a bit curvy for Breezy to like.

“Just fine Nora, this is my fiancé Breezy.” He said. “Breeze this is Nora, she’s worked here for sometime, and is very friendly.”

“I bet, Nora you can get me the crepes with strawberries, OJ and coffee.”

“Okay Sugar, and you Jack?” she secret smiled him.

“Umm I’ll just have the sampler. Eggs, sunny, not to runny.”

After Nora left, she looked across at Jack. He was playing with the divider menu, and avoiding her stare.

“Jack, did you date that waitress?” Breezy asked. “She seemed very familiar with you.”

“I maybe took her out twice, while I was building the house. I’m not a monk, but it wasn’t that serious.”

“Then muratpasa escort bayan don’t act like your ashamed of her, and next time tell me when I might meet somebody I’m going to have to put in their place.” She got up and walked to the swing doors and went through, Nora was talking to the cook about some blond slut. “Nora, might I have a moment with you?” Breezy said.

“You, you need to get out of here, employees only!” Nora screeched.

Breezy took her by the upper arm, escorting her to the back door and let her go. “Look bitch, I’m only telling you this once. Jack asked me to marry him, if he wanted little whore like you. He could have had you for some change. I don’t expect to see you back at our table, so get someone else to bring our food. If you talk to Jack again, I’m taking out the trash.” She whirled around and left the waitress and others staring after her.

Breezy sat down across from Jack and smiled. Soon another staff waitress brought their order. She checked her food for tampering before eating it. Jack looked at her actions then checked his own food. Breezy laughed at him. They ate the food and left a decent tip for the new waitress. Back in the Hummer Jack guided her down to a Medical Center, with several small clinics grouped around it. They went in and Jack signed the roster, and sat down to wait. A Nurse took them to an exam room, and gathered Jacks vital information for the doctor. When the doctor came in he was a spry older man with white hair and gentle grey eyes.

He looked at the wound and said, “No infection, that’s a good sign, do you have any headaches or pain?”

Jack answered, “No.”

“Just keep it clean, should heal nicely, if you have any more problems schedule another appointment. Your lucky son, you got a hard head.”

Jack paid his bill and they went back to the SUV, he drove this time. All the way down to the other end of town and the Court House. He was sweating slightly and wiped the back of his hand over his brow. “Let’s do this.” Jumping down from his seat, and going around helping her out of the passenger seat. He walked her in with an arm slung around her shoulders. They filed and paid for their license. Once they were back in the hallway, he pulled her in for a long slow kiss.

“Let’s go pack some bags, and I’ll book us a flight.” He grinned at her. “Pack light, we could shop a little in Vegas.”

“You spoil me.” She kissed him and took the keys from him.

“I’m gonna have to buy you a Hummer, so I can drive mine.” He teased her.

“Red or yellow, and with a package just like yours, now we’re serik escort bayan talking.”

He swatted her ass, and followed her outside. She drove home without a hitch, and used the right buttons to open the gate and garage. Inside the garage she looked at some of his projects, he had an old ’57’ Panhead he was restoring, and a ’64’ GTO that was in pieces. She whistled at the goat, and checked the engine. “Could I wrench with you sometime?” She asked him. “Love big blocks.”

He walked over and pointed out a few mods he was making to the 389 six pack. He smiled and gazed down in her eyes, and kissed her forehead, nose lips and chin. He picked her up and swung her around, then walked to the mudroom door. He then taught her the code to the security system. Walked over to a kitchen drawer and got her the spare set of keys. “The keys to the castle.” He went to his study, and got on the computer. While she drug out a suit case and packed clothes for a few days, bagged her make up, and made sure she had her wallet.

“Breeze, I need your social for that flight”, he yelled from the study. She walked down the hall and gave him the numbers he needed.

“Where are we staying, one of those theme casinos.”

“At the Bellagio, nice shopping, good restaurants; and chapel services. Also a gondola ride around the canal at night.” He sold the place to her.

“Sounds like a great place for a wedding, very romantic.” She sat on the desk.

“I couldn’t get a flight for today, so we go in early at six.” He rubbed her thigh. “We could go to bed early and fool around; or drive into the city and stay near the airport.”

“How about we have some soup for dinner, and get an early night. Then we could hit the road in time to catch our flight.” She caught his hand gliding up her leg. “Bad boy, maybe later, after dinner and a movie.” She joked and got off of the desk.

“Breeze.” He called after her, and she looked back to see him rubbing himself through his jeans and left giggling.

God what a sex maniac and he …was…all…hers. She pulled out a couple cans of good soup and warmed the in a bowl with the microwave, added a sprinkle of cheese to the top and some croutons. Jack made her jump, when he put his hands on her waist.

“Beast, don’t surprise me like that, you scared the life out of me.”

“Smells good, is it ready yet, I’m starving.” Jack said and bent to nip her neck.

“Just” she said as she placed two bowls on the counter of the breakfast bar.

“What kind of soup is this, it’s fantastic.”

“You bought it, Jack it was in the cabinet.” She giggled.

“Never tasted this good when I make it.” He looked at her brooding, “What did you do to it?”

“Just some simple additions cheese and bread; sometimes I like to put in fresh herbs. But you don’t have any spices; I’m going to have to stock a lot of things.” She stressed to him.

“Sorry Baby, Kitchenville isn’t my scene, but I’ll get you anything you need.” He looked at the floor. “Some salt because I mainly cooked steak outside I didn’t buy much.”

Part 1….

It began with a trip to an adult shop.

First, let me describe myself and wife. I’m an average-build guy, fairly fit for 42, active, and average height, 5’8″. Nothing that stands out in a crowd. My wife Alison on the other hand, well, a couple of things “stand out”. She’s shorter, an even 5′. She’s pretty, not model-skinny, but has fantastic womanly curves, especially at her hips and breasts. Simply put, they’re big, probably 34F or 34G. She sometimes wears a 34DD bra and spills out of it. Of course, being natural and that big, they’re not “perky”, but they’re perfectly symmetrical, round, droop a little, and are soft as can be. Oh, and she has a thong-caliber ass.

Anyway, I was leaving a jobsite on the way home early and passed an adult bookstore I frequently pass by. On a whim, I decided to stop in and see what they offered, noting that they did have movie booths and figuring I wouldn’t be recognized since it wasn’t near my home. I hadn’t been to one since my teenage years when friends and I would make a trip to 42nd St in Manhattan. I do a little browsing and decide to go in one of the dozen or so booths and waste a little time. I had always read about glory holes in them, but never remembered actually seeing one, but lo and behold, there are coffee can-sized holes in the side walls. Ever since I can remember, I’ve fantasized about giving a blowjob. Watching porn or looking at pictorials in Penthouse or Hustler often had my thoughts drift to where I fantasized about being the woman on her knees.

Anyway, I put a few tokens in and the movie starts. The booth to my right is occupied and I can see light through the hole. I lean over and look through the hole and see a white guy, middle-aged, sitting on the bench with his pants around his ankles, cock in hand. He looks over and spots me looking and gets up while I pull away. Apparently, the protocol in these booths is that, if you look into the hole to see what is on the other side, you’re interested, because the next thing I know, there’s a 5″ erect cock hanging in the hole. I’m not sure what I’ve gotten myself into, but the urge to touch it overcomes me, so I do.

I hear a slight moan and feel him push further in my booth. I don’t resist and drop to my knees and begin to kiss and lick the head, drawing an even bigger reaction. He pulls back a little and I find myself chasing his cock with my mouth. This encourages him to thrust forward, shoving his cock into my mouth. It feels great and I begin bobbing back and forth, letting his cock slide in and out of my mouth. I keep this up for a minute or so and try to deepthroat him. After a few tries and him pumping, I get nearly all of it into my mouth, feeling his balls ever so close to my chin. But I can’t get it all in.

We continue this for another minute when I hear a noise and notice light coming through the other hole in my booth. What appears next sends a shiver of excitement through me! A black cock, and a large one at that, is hanging there, waiting for me. It appears to be about 7″ and fairly thick, and it’s not even completely erect! I don’t want to abandon my other “friend” so suddenly, so I touch it to show konyaalti escort my interest.

I go back to work feverishly on the guy to my right and hurriedly work to finish him off. I let him face-fuck me and can feel him stiffen up and his cock starts to twitch. I correctly guess that he’s about to explode so I engulf him as much as I can with each thrust. He lets out a moan and shoots his first spurt of cum onto my lips and shoves his cock deeper into my mouth. His next 3 spurts come during his “upstroke” and they hit the back of my throat and I swallow it all. It felt so warm and tasted pretty good. I let him out of my mouth and proceed to lick him clean. He withdrew from the gloryhole, thanked me, and left.

I turn around and see the black beauty standing there, waiting. I waste no time scooting over on my knees and inhale his thick cock into my mouth, running my tongue over the head and shaft to get him aroused more. His balls are shaved and I lick them, working my way up and down the long shaft with my tongue. I’m enjoying every minute of this, loving the feeling of his size, warmth, and taste in my mouth. I take his cock into my mouth again and begin to slide it in and out, feeling him grow even larger. When he’s fully hard, it’s about 8½”. There’s no way I can deepthroat that, so I use my hands to caress his shaft and balls while he pumps in and out of my mouth. I can taste his precum and continue to work on his cock with my mouth, doing to his cock what I enjoy my wife doing to mine.

He mutters “c’mon, suck that cock, make me cum. It’s gonna be big and you’re gonna swallow it all. I saw what you just did”.

His command excites me even more and I begin to work his cock even more, tonguing his shaft and balls. I can only get a little more than half of it in my mouth, but apparently that was enough. His precum becomes heavier and I begin to feel that first warning signs that the cock is gonna blow. He begins to pump faster and I try to keep up, gasping.

He says to me “catch your breath and go back down, cause here it comes. Get ready”.

I take a breath and let him slip his cock into my mouth, my tongue out to get as much in, and wrap my lips around his thick cock. He was right. As soon as it gets in deep, the first spurt hits the back of my throat. Fortunately, I was ready and it doesn’t make me choke, but goes straight down my throat. His back stroke lets me catch a breath and when he pumps forward again, I’m ready for the next spurt. The next one is big and I don’t have time to swallow it all before his pumping in and out produces another explosion. I have to swallow quickly or it will start overflowing my mouth, something I think he won’t appreciate. He did say I was going to swallow it all, after all.

Thankfully, the second and third spurts were the biggest, but there was more to come. He shot his whole load in my mouth, seven spurts I think, and I was proud I swallowed it all. I proceeded to clean him up, enjoying the feeling of his semi-erect cock in my mouth. After a minute or so, he withdrew, told me I did a good job, thanked me, and left.

I muratpasa escort sat there, shocked at what I had just done, twice!! I gathered my composure, watched the movie for another couple of minutes, and rubbed one out, thinking of the past 15 minutes. I opened the booth door and started to leave when I heard someone call me “Hey Bill”. Surprised to hear my name, I look over and see my neighbor, Doug. I’m shocked, and a little embarassed to have been seen here, but go over to say hello.

Doug is a divorced guy that lives right next door to me. He’s taller than me by a few inches, good looking, and fairly well-built. He may not have bulging biceps and a six-pack, but for a 45 year-old guy, he’s in good shape, toned and fit. We’re fairly friendly, help each other out around the yard and have sat down for a beer around a fire on numerous occasions. My wife gets along with him and is always trying to help him find “the right woman”, saying he’s too good a guy to be alone.

Anyway, he tells me he’s surprised to run into someone he knows here, and comments on the shop. He mentions the movie booths and asks if I’ve used them, commenting that there are actual gloryholes in these ones. He goes on to say that he just got a blowjob from a guy in one and it was pretty damned good, that the guy swallowed all his load.

I say that this is the first time I’ve been to this store, that yes, I watched a movie, but didn’t utilize the glorygole. In fact, I tell him I didn’t notice it. He comments that maybe mine didn’t have them and asks which one I was in, pointing to the row of booths and commenting that some don’t. I point to the right side and tell him I was in

1, the next-to-last one in the row. He smiles at me and says that’s funny, he was in

2, the next, and last, one. He sees the shock on my face and inability to say anything.

Before I can respond, he tells me not to worry, that my secret is safe with him and that he won’t tell anyone what I just did. I say that this is the first time I blew a guy to completion and he corrects me, saying “this is the first, and second, time you blew a guy to completion”. I say “yeah, um, I guess” and manage to stammer through a few minutes of chit chat. He repeatedly tells me our secret is safe and we part ways, each going home.

A few weeks pass and every time I see Doug, I feel weird, afraid that he will let my wife or friends know. He doesn’t and I begin to let the thought slip my mind. One day while I’m tinkering with the hot tub, Alison comes outside and tells me that Doug called and could use a hand moving some furniture and asked if I was free. I say sure, and walk through the back yard and knock on his back door.

He yells to me to come on in, he’s upstairs. I go up the stairs and there he is, standing in the hall in only a t-shirt and pair of bikini briefs. I can’t help but look at his big bulge, the big black snake coiled beneath the smooth fabric like it’s ready to strike, to bite me on my lips if I get too close. The bulge looks enormous and I’m mesmerized.

He sees my look and says to me, “I think serik escort you know there’s no furniture to move. In fact, the only thing that’s going to move is my cock, in and out of your mouth. I think you know what I want and I think you want to do it as much as I want it. Am I right?”

I don’t even answer him, I just step closer and drop to my knees. “Yeah, that’s what I thought” he says as he grabs my head and pulls my mouth closer to his bulge. I kiss and lick the bulge in is briefs and enjoy watching it grow under my tongue’s actions. The head pops above the elastic and I quickly engulf it in my mouth, pulling his briefs down so I can quickly get more of his beautiful cock into my mouth. He tilts his head back, moans, and holds the back of my head in place. He says “yeah, that’s right, take that big cock in your mouth. Blow me, suck it good”.

I get more aroused by his talking and he senses it. Realizing my subservience to his big cock, he begins to talk more and more authoritatively, commanding me to lick his balls, grab his ass and pull him deeper, caress his chest. Doug says “Yeah, that’s right, suck that big black cock. You love it don’t you? You want my load, don’t you?” I don’t expect to answer, but he asks again and tells me to answer him when he asks a question. “You like sucking my cock?” he asks.

“Yes, I do. I love your big cock in my mouth” I say.

“You like me cumming on your mouth, and swallowing every drop?” he asks.

“I blurt out “Yes, I love the way you explode. I love the taste. I love pleasing you.”

Doug stops for a second and pulls his cock out of my mouth and grabs it, holding it in his hand, away from me. “You love pleasing me by blowing me?” he asks. “Yes” is all I can say. With that he releases his cock, steps back a little, and tells me “Beg me” Beg me to put my big black cock in your mouth. Beg me to let you lick my balls. Beg me to cum in your mouth” he commands.

I beg him and he pulls my head onto his cock and proceeds to face fuck me. He moans and says “Yeah, that’s right, just keep that mouth ready. This black cock just found itself a home.” I manage to get out a “what?” and Doug says “Yeah, you heard me, you’re going to be my blowjob buddy. Whenever I want head, you will give it to me, no questions asked. You’ll swallow my load too, every time, unless I say otherwise. If I call, you come over and drop to your knees. You’re gonna spend a lot of time on your knees buddy. A lot of time on my cock.”

He lets out a moan of pleasure and continues pumping my mouth, his precum almost flowing. Soon, I begin to feel the first signs of his cumming and prepare myself.

He grabs my hands, puts them on his ass, and sticks his cock further into my mouth than it’s ever been and explodes. The first spurt is huge and hits the back of my throat with force. He follows that with about a half-dozen more and I manage to keep most of it in my mouth, swallowing what I could. There are a few drips, and some cum on his cock. He says “that’s pretty good buddy, but we’ll get there. We’ll have plenty of chances. Maybe you’ll even learn to deepthroat me. Now, lick my cock clean.” I do it willingly.

He puts on shorts and we sit down and have a beer in the yard, not talking about what happened. When I finish, I thank him for the beer and he says “No, the thanks was for me letting you have my cock. The beer is a freebie. See you soon” I laugh and walk home, not entirely sure if he means it, or if all the talk was in the moment. I learn soon enough…..

Tags: Hyper Cock, Hyper Balls, Hyper Boobs, Excessive Cum, Hetero

All characters are aged 19+

N.B. – After some feedback, I’ve realised the switching perspectives may not have been as clear as I’d intended (just shows I’m not a professional writer lol :p), so I’ll label them from here on out to make things a little easier to follow 🙂

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Nate

Nate was sitting in the TITS reception when Penelope arrived. They had both just dropped off their bags with a member of staff who took them to their new accommodation, and were now waiting for their introduction to the uni. They were both dressed in their usual clothes, with Nate wearing his grey sweats stretched over his nuts, sneakers and a blue shirt, while Penelope had an oversized pair of her dad’s jeans on with a pair of pumps, and the same white t-shirt stretched over her bust.

Her jeans looked way too big for her when you looked at her ankles, but at her butt they were too small to make it all the way to her waist, only covering the bottom half of her ass. Peneolpe sat next to Nate quietly, and as they were the only two in the reception, and rather than just sitting next to one-another on the bench in silence, Nate thought he should say something.

“So, how do you feel?” he asked awkwardly, only to be met with a blank stare from the girl next to him. “About your illness, you know?” he tried to clarify. “I don’t really want to talk about it.” Penelope replied, lowering her head and blushing. She had no idea why, but she couldn’t think straight while Nate talked to her.

All she could think of was his fat cock fucking her tits, fucking her ass, and filling her with cum. She’d never thought of him that way before, especially since he’d transformed; people that were hyper-afflicted were freaks as far as she was concerned, but now it seemed that she was becoming a freak too. Now, excessively lewd thoughts filled her mind when she was around him.

They sat quietly for a little while longer before a man appeared, who looked to be a staff member. He was very handsome, his blonde hair cut short with built muscles under a plain white shirt with a blue tie, but his lower half was what stood out. Under what must have been custom-made jeans he had a massive cock snaked down his right leg that reached his knee, and a set of balls the size of softballs. “Hey, you must be the new students! I’m Mr. Scott, one of the lecturers here,” he said cheerily as he greeted the duo.

“I’ve got both of your timetables here, and they shouldn’t be too hard to remember as it’s the same every day. I’ve also got a little welcome package that you’ll need. Miss Wright, you’re in Miss Turner’s class, while you’re with me Mr. Cox.” He handed the two new students a sheet of laminated paper and a small velcro pouch each. They checked their pieces of paper that had their timetables on it, and found some unusual classes.

09:00 – Roll Call

09:15 – Masturbation Techniques

10:30 – Academic Studies

13:00 – Lunch

14:00 – Student Orgy

17:00 – End of Day

In their pouches they found some other pieces of sexual paraphernalia. Nate had a set of XXL condoms and some sort of cock-ring, while Penelope had a packet of birth-control pills labeled ‘Extra Strength’ and a vibrating dildo. They looked at each other, feeling puzzled, and wondering just what they were going to be doing at this uni. “I guess I can forget about biomedicine…” Penelope thought as she looked at the lewd timetable in her hand. Not much time for studying, plenty of time for fucking.

“Well guys, it’s quarter-past 9 now, so you’d better get to your first class. Penelope, you’re in Class 1B, and Nate, just follow me.” The two stood up and went off to their respective classes for their first lesson, which was apparently ‘Masturbation Techniques’.

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Nate entered his first seminar and took the empty seat in the middle of the room, and was amazed. For starters, there were no desks, just comfy chairs, but the main surprise was that all the other students in his class were Hyper guys, and they were completely naked! There seemed to be around 11 of them total, with dicks and balls ranging in size, though Nate was a little proud to see he seemed to be the second biggest in class.

The biggest was a black student at the back of the room who was ignoring the class as he browsed his phone with one hand, with his cock that he was slowly stroking towering above him. It was erect, and looked to be 5½ feet long and as thick as his thigh, and his balls nearly reached the floor as they hung beneath his chair. It was also the only cock in the room wrapped in a condom that was slowly but surely ballooning out with copious amounts of precum.

Mr. Scott walked over to the desk at the front of class to carry on with the class after having to step out to greet the new students, but he addressed the class before continuing.

“Everyone, this is our new student Nathaniel Cox, I konyaaltı escort hope you’ll all make him feel comfortable.” As he said that Nate became aware of how oddly uncomfortable he was seeing that he was the only guy in the room that was dressed. “Oh, I neglected to mention that clothes are optional for students. If you wish to strip down Mr. Cox, feel free.” he clarified, as if able to read his mind. Not wanting to stand out, Nate took off his clothes and placed them under his chair as he sat down and Mr. Scott began the class.

It felt comfortable and liberating for Nate as he sat naked in the class, surrounded by others like himself. Having spent so long being ashamed and trying to hide his affliction, he was happy to be able to be himself, hyper-cock and all.

“Now for the benefit of Nate here, does anyone want to explain what this class is for?” Mr. Scott asked the class, and one of the young men sitting at the front raised his hand. He had curly black hair and glasses, and his cock was about two feet long, hanging soft over a set of balls the size of footballs between his legs. From what Nate had seen, that seemed to be the average for hyper-afflicted men. “This class is to demonstrate and try out new, exciting, and safe masturbation techniques.” he announced to the class, and Mr. Scott nodded.

“That’s right, and for today’s class we’re going to be looking at a more advanced technique that most of you may not have experimented with, but can allow you to reach new heights of pleasure. We will be looking at Urethral Insertion.” As Mr. Scott said those words he wrote them on the white board, and pulled out a bundle of dildos like the one that Penelope had received earlier from his desk and passed them out.

“The Hyper Syndrome will allow your urethras to be more stretchy and forgiving than a normal mans, so you don’t need to worry about hurting yourselves,” he explained, “I would suggest working up some precum before slowly inserting the dildo, and starting with some slow thrusts before speeding up.”

All around him, Nate saw all his classmates, except for the biggest guy who continued to slowly pump his shaft, begin to jack off their huge dicks and get hard, before they began inserting the dildos in their cocks and jerking off with them. Feeling amazed that this was going to be his new life, Nate eagerly began to follow suit.

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Penelope

Penelope was just as amazed as Nate was walking into her own class. A room filled with about 17 other young women with giant tits and asses, and at the front, sitting at her desk was Miss Turner, the same teacher who had previously come to Penelope and Nate’s uni. “Ah, Miss Wright, glad you can join us. I trust Mr. Scott filled you in on all the necessary info?” Penelope looked around and found an empty seat, and nodded at Miss Turner as she sat down.

“Well, you can strip down if you want, everyone else does. Now you’re here we can begin the lesson.” Miss Turner stood from her chair and began writing on the board. Penelope blushed, shocked that her teacher had just asked her to strip naked, and she decided that she was going to try and hold onto what little modesty she had left. She kept her clothes on and sat down, and looked back to the front of the class only to jolt when she saw what Miss Turner had written: “Pleasure from Pain”.

Miss Turner pulled a set of BDSM whips from her desk and walked around to hand them out, instructing the girls to get into pairs. “One of you will masturbate however you like while the other will whip you on the buttocks and breasts to stimulate you. Then once you have climaxed, you will swap over,” she explained, and as she walked around she paired Penelope with the girl next to her.

The girl next to Penelope stood up to greet her and showed off her ample assets. She was very pretty, with long brown hair and a button nose, but her tits were insane. They were over a foot across in diameter each, topped with large nipples that each had a huge ring piercing through them that were about as big around as her tits. As well as their size they hung very low due to their weight, the top of her breasts at her crotch and the bottom at her shins. If you ignored the piercings and the fact that they were connected to her chest, they looked like they could be a huge pair of testicles!

“Hi, I’m Cherry! You’re the new girl right?” she asked as she extended her hand. Penelope nodded nervously, and shook her hand. “Do you wanna get spanked first, or do you wanna spank me?” Cherry asked, twirling the whip in her hand. Penelope hesitated before responding. “I guess, I’ll spank you?” She felt so dirty saying those words out loud.

“Great!” Cherry exclaimed excitedly as she handed the whip to Penelope, and she picked up a big dildo from her seat, bending over the chair as she began to fuck herself with the dildo. Penelope looked on in horror and slight, subdued arousal, muratpaşa escort amazed that this was an actual college.

In almost morbid fascination Penelope couldn’t look away as she watched the large pink dildo force its way in and out of Cherry’s pussy, while the girl reached down to grope her own tits. She glanced around and locked eyes with Miss Turner, who gave her a piercing look and nodded in Cherry’s direction, urging Penelope to engage with the lesson.

Penelope gingerly smacked Cherry with the whip on her huge ass, which elicited a deep moan from the girl. “Oooh… harder…” Cherry cooed, and Penelope begrudgingly obliged. She began to whip her classmate harder and harder, leaving red marks on her butt as the girl furiously jilled herself off before collapsing onto her tits as she climaxed. Cherry quickly recovered, stood up, and pulled the whip from Penelope’s hands. “Wow, that was amazing! My turn now, can I whip your tits this time?”

~

After going through the hell of ‘wanking class’ or whatever it was, and being bored out of her mind in her academic studies, it was time for lunch for the new girl. As Penelope walked into the lunch hall, she felt very out of place. She was struggling to hold her tray of food, having to essentially balance it on her bust so she could hold it steady, and as she struggled with it she walked into a bizarre scene.

Never had Penelope seen a university cafeteria with big signs on the walls saying “STRICTLY NO SEXUAL INTERCOURSE” in bold letters. There were also stick figure signs showing two people having sex, with a big red line crossing them out. To add to her unease, she was still the only student around who was still dressed, as everyone else both male and female were completely naked!

She hesitantly walked between the tables and was astonished seeing what the students were doing, even though they weren’t having sex. The room was filled with students with hyper-sized cocks, balls, tits, and asses, all getting as physical as they could whilst not actually having ‘sex’.

The guys were sitting at their tables and walking around with their huge dicks and balls bouncing between their legs and off their thighs, and they were casually groping and spanking the female students as they went. The girls were having just as much fun stroking and licking the guy’s dicks as well. Some of the other girls were sitting on guys laps, gently grinding their pussys against their cocks while they ate.

Penelope was most stunned as she recognised Cherry across the room, and watched her forcibly grab some guy’s cock in her hands, and she pulled it up over her tray of food and squeezed out a tennis-ball sized glob of pre-cum all over her pasta. The guy groaned in what she assumed was pleasure as the girl squeezed along his whole 2 foot long shaft to milk as much as possible from the hyper student. Penelope then watched Cherry smile, stand up and take her food over to her group of friends to eat it, pre-cum and all.

Penelope outwardly grimaced, but deep down something inside her was really tempted to know how that would taste. Warm, gooey, salty… She shook herself out of it and walked to an empty table in the corner to have her lunch. As she walked through the room she caught lots of people staring at her, especially the girls that were in her last class.

They whispered and sneered, making comments behind her back.

“Why is she wearing clothes?”

“She’s such a fucking prude.”

“She didn’t even wank in Miss Turner’s class!”

“She looks so ashamed, I bet she thinks we’re all freaks!”

“Someone needs to show her how to be a proper slut.”

“What a bitch.”

As Penelope walked to her table, trying to ignore the hurtful comments, she suddenly jolted as one of the guys sat at a table she walked past smacked her on her massive ass, sending a pleasurable shiver through her butt and eliciting a shrill “eep!”, before she quickly ran to her table to sit by herself, holding her head in her hands in shame.

At least, she tried to put her head in her hands, however the tits that filled her lap prevented her from putting her arms in the right place. She sighed and dropped her head face first into her cleavage, resigning herself to this particular fate. “How am I ever going to live like this?” she thought as she desperately tried to compose herself, scared of the world she had found herself in, and ashamed that something inside of her might actually be starting to enjoy it.

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Nate, a few moment earlier

“Jeez dude, that sucks.” Max frowned as he listened to Nate tell him how he was bullied at his old college while they had lunch. Nate had met Max in their previous class during the ‘Academic Studies’ lesson they had, and they’d struck up a quick friendship. Max introduced himself as he was going to be Nate’s roommate for the year in the halls of residence the Institute serik escort had put him up in, along with James, the black student from their previous class with the particularly huge cock.

Max was one of the unfortunate hyper guys whose genitals hadn’t stayed proportionate, so while his cock was a respectable 10 inches hard, his most notable feature was his balls, which were both big enough to sit on the floor while he was standing! He had to push them ahead of him as he walked, which meant walking with him to lunch proved to be a very slow experience for Nate, despite how he was used to walking slowly due to his own nuts getting in the way.

While they were speaking during the class Nate asked him why James was just so huge. Nate explained that when James had got the hyper affliction his cock barely grew which really disappointed him. However because hyper guys had the issue where if they didn’t cum often enough their penises and testicles would grow, James had decided to throw caution to the wind to see how big he could get.

Apparently he hadn’t orgasmed since he’d become hyper! James also found that if he edged himself and ‘entertained himself’ with porn he would cause more cum to build that wouldn’t be released and he’d grow bigger, faster. It explained why he wasn’t joining in while everyone else masturbated in the class, and Nate was simultaneously impressed and intimidated. He knew how badly he wanted to cum after just a couple of hours, how would it feel after years?

Now, Nate and Max were having lunch with some of the others from Mr. Scott’s class, and they were getting to know the new kid. They were sitting around one of the round tables, all being careful not to work each other up too much as their oversized cocks and nuts rubbed against one another under the table, and they were listening to Nate’s stories from his old uni. Nate was sitting next to Max specifically, and he could barely keep his eyes from the fact that Max’s nuts filled the whole space under the table around him, practically pinning him in place.

“That’s not all though, even though they bullied me because of my hyper stuff, one of the girls got it and they were so nice to her. Total double standard!” As if on cue, as Nate told the guys about Penelope he saw her walk into the cafeteria. She stood out as the only person wearing clothes, and Nate watched as she carefully tried to keep her tray of food steady on her breasts while she walked, her face almost flinching as the other girls began to spread nasty rumours about her.

He kept his head down so as to not be noticed as she passed by his table, and as she did Max reached out and spanked her ass hard. She squeaked and quickly ran over to the empty table in the corner and sat down, her head in her boobs. Nate smirked as he saw the girl that had highlighted the double standard he suffered from get a taste of what he had to go through, and high fived Max next to him, but the smirk quickly faded.

As he looked at Penelope sitting by herself, getting shunned by her peers, he could only think of how he felt when he was in her position. Alone. Scared. Angry. Sad. He thought of how awful it was for him, and realised that now Penelope wasn’t going to get a second chance at a new uni like he did. Despite how good it felt to see some comeuppance, his conscience got the better of him.

“Hey guys, I’ll catch you later, I need to do something real quick.” Nate said to his new friends, and he stood up from his table. It was a tricky process, as he had to slowly push his chair back to move away from the table before he had enough room to move his cock and his large cum-tanks so he could stand. Once he was up, he made his way over to Penelope’s table and again, slowly lumbered his genitals under the table so he could sit down.

Penelope looked up at him, her eyes watering as she obviously tried to hold back tears, and Nate sighed. “How are you doing?” he asked, trying to be the friend he never had. Penelope looked at him blankly, before dropping her head in her cleavage again.

“I feel like shit,” she replied into her bosom, and Nate could only just make out what she actually said as it was muffled by her breasts. Nate waited for a moment to find the right words before continuing.

“I know this is all really weird. It is for me too, trust me. I just want to let you know that if you need someone to speak to, someone that knows what you’ve been through, I’ll be here.” Penelope looked back up at Nate, seeing how sincere he seemed on his face. Before she could respond, the bell rang for the afternoon ‘activities’.

All around the couple, everyone excitedly stood up and found partners and groups before quickly moving out into the hall towards the ‘gymnasium’, where the students got their exercise in the afternoon. “What have we got to do now?” Penelope asked as she looked at her still full tray of food. After seeing the girl eating the pre-cum-covered-pasta earlier, she found she’d lost her appetite.

Jason remembered the timetable from earlier and told Penelope what was next. Student Orgy. “I guess if you want, we could go together? I think the other guys’ libidos might not be all that patient if you wanna go slow,” Nate said to Penelope, and they locked eyes again. Just like earlier, Penelope found herself smitten with the guy from her old college.

You haven’t been thinking about me all that much, have you?

Since you and me fucked your wife, your girlfriend together. And in the beautiful glow of you two, lying together in your bed, you felt such peace. Maybe this was all you needed. To get the bitch out of your system. To get me out of your mind. Did you beg god for it? In that one moment? When I slid my cock out of your mind. To leave you empty. And satisfied. Did you beg god that this may be over?

You love women. You love your girlfriend. You love your wife.

All of this was just a fantasy, wasn’t it? Dear god, you have it finally out of your system. A cock is no longer as appealing. There is no frenzy anymore. This is you. Without that desire. You are not gay. You love cunt. Filthy, decadent, squirting and gushing cunt! You love to drink from it. Let it wash over you. This is your well of perversion. You let it quench your thirst.

You will never need another.

You are not gay.

But I’m still here, aren’t I? I may have left your mind for a little while, but I’m still here.

And I was watching you. Even after I had my nails in you, scratching you, fucking you.

I was watching you talk to your wife. I watched you smoke. She asked for a cigarette herself, didn’t she, my darlings? After all, such a fuck deserved one. And let me tell you a secret about your wife, your girlfriend, my darling bois.

Most of them have smoked before.

Most of them enjoy it. They have given it up for you, perhaps, for their health, more likely, but mostly, because they didn’t have anybody to smoke with. Women love to smoke with others. It’s a fact, my darlings. But now she has you. I watched you smoke together, and darlings, to smoke after the fuck is so good, you’ll just want to fuck again and again to have that. Didn’t she look beautiful? Little drops of sweat between her breasts. On her forehead. Her nipples still erect. Her breath still ragged. Drawing in that first rag. Ember tips in twilight, glowing, then exhaling from her lips. Didn’t she look like a goddess?

I watched as you talked.

How she liked that you want her to be your whore. And how proud of you she is that you want to be hers.

And in the emptiness of your mind, that thought, you are not gay.

But then again, I never said you were, did I?

I said you were a bitch.

And you are.

Now, I love gay men. Love, love, love them! I love them shaved and I love them sweaty. I love them with muscles and I love them skinny. I love how willingly they give up their konyaaltı escort bayan asses and how eager they are to suck my bitch cock. I love how they fuck my cunt and how I fuck their asses.

That’s right, darlings. There is a difference. A gay man’s ass is like him. Rougher than a boi bitch’s cunt. They are not like you and me. They are men, and I treat them like that. Even when I kneel behind them, on my knees as they are pushed against a wall, while I eat their unwashed taste from their ass, sweat and dirt from work or work-out that pooled between the cracks, scooping it up with my tongue. And if you haven’t tried it, oh darlings, you don’t know how good it tastes when they are dirty. You will want them to be dirty. You will want their cocks uncut and their faces with just the right amount of stubble. Their chests bulging with muscle as your stroke them from behind. Their thighs twitching as your tongue rolls around their cocks, swishing and twirling.

But I never forget what they are, first and foremost. Men.

And we are not.

We are in perfect balance, my darlings.

We are a our own gender.

We are our own Hail Mary.

Free from definition, we shape ourselves.

It’s what makes us bitches.

It’s why I wanted you to feel your wife, your girlfriend’s cunt tightening around your cock. I wanted you to remember. Why you loved her. Why you love women. As you licked the sweat away from her nipples and she arched her back to meet your teeth. As she begged for you to be rougher, to hurt her, to fuck her, to be a man, her man.

As her finger travelled up from the base of your cock, along that line that makes you shudder, even now, just thinking about it.

As she met you with her soft, wet flesh.

Women. I love them. I love how their bodies are shaped, all curves and no angles. How their breasts rise up, like a constant invitation for you to be close. I love how their soft voices make every whispered thought of decadence a poem. And every moan a filthy prayer, filled with curse words that betray them. Betray that they are bitches, too.

I wanted you to know, to feel all this, because I love you, my darlings.

Because I am not here to break you.

I am here to lift you higher.

Have you talked about it? Her fantasies? And yours? As she smoked with you? Has she told you hers? Now that she trusts you more than ever before? Were you shocked? Darlings, a woman’s fantasies are so much filthier than muratpaşa escort bayan a man’s. In their minds, they have fucked their teachers. Been slaves to black cocks breeding them as they are trapped in a loveless marriage. Bitten and bled by vampires and raped in the most delightful ways, like dogs in heat, by werewolves. And they loved it all. As long as they were loved by them all. Their lovers. There’s nothing a woman doesn’t dream of. As long as she knows, can be certain, without a doubt in her mind, that she is loved.

They just never let them out, these secrets. Like you, they are so afraid to be looked down upon. To be scorned. To be ridiculed.

And yes, men did it to them. Told them. Berated them. Showed them their place. And looked down on.

A man fucking around is a stud. Beloved. Adored. Pat on the back by his friends over beer. Yeah, fuck yeah, I tapped that. And this. And that, too. A woman? A woman is a slut. A whore. A tramp. A bitch.

She is all that what we are.

And that is what I want you to know.

And why I want you to show your wife, your girlfriend more respect than ever before.

(8) TO BE A BITCH IS TO SHOW RESPECT

Of course that is not the only reason. I didn’t want to her to know about us. You and me. And what I am teaching you.

And she had become just a little bit too suspicious, hadn’t she?

As you sulked when you were with her. As you hoped to be alone with me.

My darling, silly boi. My lovely bitch. I know how close you were to ruining it all. To be too careless. To have her find us in your study, in your living room. Booted up, naked and smoking, with me beside you whispering in your ear. Like I am now. As your fingers became mine. As it took you longer and longer to prepare for you to fuck yourself. As all of what I have gifted you became your foreplay. Slow and drawn out, with your cock staying hard and dripping pre-cum, like a woman’s cunt dripping the sweetest juices. Long before your cock enters it. Because each time, you put more care into it. With each time, the whore wanted it to be more. And longer.

Do you understand now? What it’s like for a girl? For a woman?

Why they long for so much more than a rough kiss? And a quick thrust of the cock?

It is that feeling. That has been building inside you. That made you arrange all of my gifts in front of you. That made you lace up your boots so very slowly. Revelling in each moment. Each twist and turn of serik escort bayan the laces as they went through their steel rings. Higher and higher. And with each tug, the boot clamped down on your flesh. Shaped your leg. Entrapped your feet. Tighter and tighter, until they fit around you like a second skin made of leather.

It’s why your heart beat faster every time when you thought about how to give your claws a new colour. Oh, what colour to wear. What will look the best when I wrap them around my cock? What would compliment the colour of my cum? So I can see it? Worship it? Before my tongue laps it up? With your bottles – and I know you bought yourself more than one, my darlings – of nail varnish laid out like a buffet, from which to drink in the whore. Shaking them, one by one. Opening up the caps. And let their sweet, strong smell drift up into your face. So much choice. So many wonders.

That’s what it is for them, my darling bois.

For women.

Men call it foreplay. Women will tell you it’s a celebration of their divinity.

And they are right. You know that now, don’t you?

Because you have done it to yourself. As you celebrated more than the bitch’s cock inside you. You celebrated everything. All that came before that moment. That sweet, sweet moment. And you found out, didn’t you? That the longer you waited, the wetter your own boi cunt became. That you wanted it to last longer. That your constantly hard cock was almost as good as the cum itself.

Waiting for it. Waiting for it. Until, finally, the animal inside roared free, and lust took over, blinding you to everything around you.

Yes. You became careless. And one day, one day too soon, this is what your wife, your girlfriend would have found. While you took your sweet time. While your fucked yourself with me. As I fucked myself with you. When you had forgotten all about the time, caught up in yourself. Lost in me.

This is how she would have seen the bitch emerge for the first time.

Do you now know why I couldn’t let that happen?

I will not break your wife’s heart, I will not soil your girlfriend’s soul.

I didn’t want her to see you like this. Your booted legs raised high. Your fingers plunging a bitch’s cock into your cunt. Ad you screaming in my voice that you are a a cock whore, even though you are. How would she have felt? Humiliated. Broken. Angry. That is not how you introduce the bitch to her.

Show her respect, my darlings. Show your respect to your wife, your girlfriend.

And let them discover the bitch inside you as she slowly unfolds in front of them. As the bitch inside you gives them respect.

So that you continue this journey together with me.

As I transform you both into the most glamorous cock whores.

That’s right, my darling bois.

She will join you on that journey.

She was waiting for it.

Waiting for you.

While you were waiting for me.

2. Eine interessante Unterhaltung

Ein paar Tage später kam von der Arbeit und gerade zu meiner Wohnungstür herein, als mein Handy klingelte. Es war Birgit.

„Schatz, hast eine Bohrmaschine?” fragte sie gleich nach der Begrüßung. „Unser Nachbar möchte irgendwelche Armaturen in seinem Badezimmer anbringen und hat festgestellt, dass seine Bohrmaschine defekt ist.”

„Ja, klar! Ich kann sie dir nachher vorbeibringen.”

„Nicht nötig!” erwiderte Birgit. „Katja ist schon auf dem Weg zu dir, um sie abzuholen!”

Frauenlogik! Birgit hatte ihre Tochter losgeschickt, bevor sie überhaupt wusste, dass ich eine Bohrmaschine habe.

Am Ende des kurzen Telefonats kam Birgit dann noch mit einer Bitte.

„Und Thorsten? Tust du mir einen ganz großen Gefallen und sprichst mal mit Katja? Ihr Outfit… das geht sowas von gar nicht! Vielleicht hört sie ja auf dich?”

Auf mein Nachfragen, was denn mit Katjas Outfit sei, kam nur die Antwort: „schau es Dir selbst an!”

Ich sagte Birgit, dass ich mir meine Meinung bilden werde und gegebenenfalls mit Katja sprechen würde. Damit schien sie zufrieden.

Es klingelte kurze Zeit später. Ich fragte erst gar nicht über die Fernsprechanlage, wer es war, sondern drückte gleich den Summer.

Die letzten Tage hatte ich mich innerlich gewappnet: Ich musste Katja gegenüber standhafter sein und durfte mich nicht zum Komplizen machen lassen, wie es bei unserer ersten Begegnung der Fall gewesen war. Ich hatte meine schmutzigen Phantasien verdrängt und mir war auch klar, dass mich das Sexleben einer jungen Erwachsenen, die sie nun einmal war, nichts anging.

Gleichzeitig stellte ich mir vor, dass ich gegebenenfalls mit Toleranz und Coolness begegnen musste. Schließlich war es die Tochter meiner Freundin, und wer weiß, was sich noch ergab? Vielleicht würde Katja eines Tages meine Stieftochter sein?

Ich wollte, dass sie mich mochte, für “cool” hielt, für aufgeklärt und lässig, gleichzeitig aber sollte sie wissen, dass man mit mir keine Spielchen treiben kann.

Mit diesen guten Vorsätzen empfing ich sie an meiner Wohnungstür. Schon als sie die Treppe heraufkam war mir klar, was Birgit gemeint hatte. Und nun stand das Luder in meiner Wohnung in ihrer ganzen Pracht.

Sie hatte ein hautenges weißes T-Shirt an. Im Brustbereich waren groß darauf drei Dinge aufgedruckt: Ein großes, schwarzes „I”, gefolgt von einem roten Herzen und dahinter das englische Wort „cock”, ebenfalls in schwarz. „I love cock!”

Sie trug ein schwarzes Halsband, sehr schmal, aus Leder und ohne Verzierungen.

Weiterhin hatte sie eine kurze Jeans an, aus der ihre Beine ragen. Diese wurden von schwarzen Netzstrümpfen bedeckt und steckten in den mir schon bekannten Stiefeln.

„Hi!” rief sie und gab mir einen unschuldigen Kuss auf die Wange. Der passte zwar so gar nicht zu ihrem optischen Auftritt, gefiel mir aber. Ich sah es als unschuldiges Zeichen ihrer Zuneigung und freute mich.

Gleichzeitig war aber unterbewusst schon mein Hormonhaushalt in Wallung gekommen. Doch ich blieb mir treu und spielte den Coolen.

„Hallo Katja. Schön Dich zu sehen. Komm doch mit in die Küche, ich wollte mir gerade etwas zu essen machen!”

Sie verneinte dankend und folgte mir. Wir setzten uns an den Küchentisch, an dem ich mir gerade zwei Stullen geschmiert hatte.

„Danke, dass Du Mama nichts gesagt hast!” begann sie.

„Kein Problem. Gern geschehen!” Ja, genauso: cool sein!

In Wirklichkeit war ich aber nervös, schließlich saß da bei mir in der Küche eine achtzehnjährige Schönheit in extrem aufreizendem Nuttenoutfit.

„Was machen denn deine Freunde?” fragte ich.

„Keine Ahnung. War heute mit meinem Freund unterwegs.”

„Du hast einen Freund?” forschte ich nach. „Der arme Kerl!” dachte ich bei mir.

„Ja, Kevin. Ist bei der Bundeswehr. Hat Mama nicht erzählt?”

„Oh, entschuldige, ja, doch, hat sie. War mir entfallen!”

Ich zeigte auf einen schwarzen Plastikkoffer neben ihr am Boden. „Da ist übrigens die Bohrmaschine drin Bevor ich es vergesse.”

„Oh, klasse! Unser Nachbar, Herr Schneider möchte einen Spiegel in seinem Badezimmer anbringen und seine Maschine ist wohl kaputt. Er ist schon 67 Jahre alt, aber immer noch recht fit. Er bastelt viel im Haus herum und macht auch viel in seinem Garten. Ist Witwer.”

„Und da hat er deine Mutter um Nachbarschaftshilfe gebeten?” fragte ich, um einfach den Smalltalk aufrecht zu erhalten.

„Nein, er hat mich gefragt, weil ich gerade bei ihm war. Habe ein wenig geholfen.”

Ich stellte mir vor, wie Katja einem alten Rentner in diesem Outfit bei handwerklicher Arbeit half. Au Mann!

„Ich bin öfters mal bei ihm und wir unterhalten uns viel”, fuhr sie fort. Der muss es früher echt drauf gehabt haben. Mit Frauen und so. War fünf Mal verheiratet. Ist echt ein netter, und hat ganz moderne Ansichten nicht so wie die meisten!”

Die Äußerung Katjas zu ihrem Nachbarn verstand ich nicht, aber er interessierte mich auch nicht, daher fragte ich sie: „Soll ich dir die Wohnung zeigen?”

„Klar. Ich muss konyaalti escort bayan doch wissen, wie der Freund meiner Mutter wohnt!” erwiderte sie lachend.

Ich zeigte das Bad. Sie guckte nur hinein und meinte: „Super, da hast du mir gleich das Wichtigste gezeigt, Thorsten! Ich muss nämlich ganz dringend pissen!”

„Fühl dich wie zu Hause!” antwortete ich gelassen. Als sie ins Bad ging, zog ich die Tür zu.

Nun hate ich etwas Zeit zum Nachdenken. Meiner Meinung nach hielt ich mich ganz gut und ließ mir nicht anmerken, dass ich geil auf das kleine Luder war. Oh ja! Ich hatte mir inzwischen eingestanden, dass mir Katjas nuttiges Outfit sehr gut gefiel und ich kannte mich natürlich selbst in dieser Hinsicht. Frauen, insbesondere junge Frauen, die sich kleiden wie Bordsteinschwalben gehört auf jeden Fall zu meinen Fetischen. Leider war Birgit irgendwie vom Typ her so gar nicht mit dieser Vorstellung vereinbar. Jedenfalls meine Vorstellung von ihr, und es hätte mich extrem verwundert, sie eines Tages derart frivol angezogen zu sehen. Zwar hatte sie einen guten Geschmack, was Kleidung betraf, und einiges in ihrem Kleiderschrank wirkte wirklich sex an ihr. Aber mir Birgit in Nuttenstiefeln mit halterlosen Strümpfen und bauchfreiem Top vorzustellen, war mir schlicht unmöglich.

Nicht so bei Katja: Ihre heutige Erscheinung passte perfekt zu der Vorstellung, die ich inzwischen von ihr hatte. Und es war, wie schon erwähnt, mein Fetisch, der da gezielt angesprochen wurde.

Das war ein Dilemma, denn auf der einen Seite wäre es im Sinne Birgits gewesen, ihre Tochter darauf anzusprechen. Man zieht sich halt nicht „nuttig” an!

Auf der anderen Seite der Waage lagen zwei Dinge als schwere Last: Erstens hätte ich mit Engelszungen auf Katja einreden müssen, um sie davon zu überzeugen, dass sich ein solcher Auftritt nicht für eine junge Dame gehört. Auf der anderen Seite fand ich genau diesen Auftritt aber geil. Also müßte ich bewusst vollkommen verlogen argumentieren. Und zweitens widersprach eine aus Katjas Sicht sicherlich spießerhafte Argumentation ganz sicher meiner Strategie des „Cool-Sein”.

Es gab nur zwei Möglichkeiten, nämlich ehrlich sein oder totschweigen. Ich entschied mich für letzteres.

Kaum war diese Entscheidung getroffen, hörte ich Katjas Stimme aus dem Badezimmer. „Thorsten! Kommst du mal bitte schnell?”

„Was ist denn?” fragte ich nach.

„Komm mal bitte, schnell!”

Ich zögerte kurz, dann machte ich die Tür auf. Die hatte ich ja hinter Katja zugezogen und sie hatte sie nicht verschlossen.

Katja saß mit heruntergelassener Hose auf der Kloschlüssel. Ihre Jeans und darüber ein auf der Hinterseite wirklich fadendünner Stringtanga waren über die Stiefel bis auf die Füße gerutscht. Sie zeigte mit bittendem, gespielt verzweifelten Blick auf eine Klopapierrolle, die am gegenüberliegenden Ende des Badezimmers etwas abgerollt an der Wand lag.

„Ist mir runtergefallen! Kannst du sie mir bitte mal reichen?”

Ich bin zwar häufig dumm genug gewesen, um auf Frauen und ihre Spielchen hereinzufallen, und das sicher auch manchmal, ohne es auch nur im Nachhinein zu merken. Aber ich war noch lange nicht vertrottelt genug, um nicht zu bemerken, dass Katja hier schon wieder eine ganz große Show ablieferte. Nur hatte ich nicht die geringste Ahnung, zu welchem Zweck. Wollte sie mich austesten oder Verführen?

Ich bewegte mich zu der Klopapierrolle, diese fixierend. Cool bleiben. Ein hilfloses Mädchen sitzt auf dem Klo und kann das Klopapier nicht erreichen. Sei ein cooler, aber hilfsbereiter Mann. Du bist der heilige Georg, der eine Jungfrau ohne jegliches Interesse an ihr vor dem Drachen rettet.

Im Rückblick bin ich erstaunt, wie gut dies Bild zu meiner Auffassung der Situation damals passte. Scherzhaft bemerke ich aus heutiger Sich jedoch: Ich habe mich in der Person des Drachen geirrt. Die Klopapierrolle hatte ich am Morgen frisch auf gehangen, sie war wirklich jungfräulich!

Die Rolle hob ich auf, reichte sie ihr und sagte höflich, aber locker: „Bitte schön!”

Dabei blickte ich Katja direkt in die Augen, all meinen Mut, aber vor allem meinen Willen zusammennehmend, meine Strategie nicht einen Augenblick zu verfehlen. Katja erwiderte höflich: „Vielen, vielen Dank!”

Ich lächelte zurück, immer noch mit direktem Augenkontakt.

„Gerne, jederzeit wieder!”

Hoppla! Fehler! Was sollte ich denn „jederzeit wieder” gern machen? Ihr auf die Toilette folgen und der dort auf ihrem „Thron” sitzenden „Dame” behilflich sein?

Mir kam ganz flüchtig ein alter Pornofilm in den Sinn. Eigentlich nur eine Szene, in der eine auf jung getrimmte Darstellerin zu ihrem deutlich älteren Kollegen, nachdem sie in einem Wald wegen ihres dringenden Bedürfnisses uriniert hatte; sagte: „Onkel, leckst du mich sauber?”

Ich schaute auf Katjas Schoß, aber ihre Beine waren geschlossen. Es ging ihr nicht darum, sich wirklich zu exhibitionieren. Auch irgendwelche „Pipi-Spielchen” waren offensichtlich nicht der Hintergrund. Dafür war muratpasa escort bayan ich auch überhaupt nicht anfällig.

Aber dass die Rolle, die ja fest in einer dafür vorgesehenen, funktionsfähigen Halterung gesteckt hatte, nicht zufällig am Boden gelandet war, ist mir damals sofort bewusst gewesen. Alles war ein Spiel wie Schach, Katja machte ihre Züge, ich entwickelte meine Gegenstrategie. Aber ich war nun ganz klar der reagierende Spieler, nicht der agierenden.

Bestätigt wurde ich über diese Ansicht, als ich es nun plätschern hörte. Das Luder hatte die Rolle heruntergeworfen, bevor sie benötigt wurde! Und schlimmer noch: Sie ließ mich dies auch wissen, ohne etwas sagen zu müssen!

„Puh, beinahe hätte ich mir in die Hosen gemacht! Vielen lieben Dank Thorsten! Echt! Du bist mein Retter!”

Bumm. Um beim Schach zubleiben: Großmeisterin Katja hatte wieder zugeschlagen. So lieb, so nett, so… verrucht.

„Äh, kein Problem. Alles gut!!” stotterte ich. Verdammt, meine Stimme war wieder unsicher geworden. Merkte es die kleine Nutte.

Ja.

„Ha ha!!, lachte sie, und der Ton war keinesfalls spöttisch. „Thorsten, es ist doch alles in Ordnung! Frauen müssen doch ständig pissen. Das ist doch ganz natürlich!!”

Wieso gab sie mir diese Chance? Ich konnte agieren!

„Klar! Hast ja recht! Alle Menschen müssen mal pissen!” rief ich locker aus.

Aber ich lieferte nur eine Vorlage.

„Ja klar, Männer müssen auch pissen. Ich finde es übrigens okay, wenn sie dabei stehen. Findest du nicht auch, dass Männer im Stehen pinkeln sollten? Also ich finde das schon. Das ist Natur. Herr Schneider sieht das übrigens auch so.”

Herr Schneider? Ich hatte den Rentner sowas von gar nicht auf dem Schirm! Aber dann erinnerte ich mich wieder und es war mir ein unangenehmer Gedanke, dass Katja mit einem so alten Mann über solche Dinge sprach.

Kopfkino. Dinge, die ich nicht kannte, nicht wusste und auch nicht wissen wollte.

Nur als Andeutung will ich hier zu verstehen geben, dass ich deshalb auf meine Gedankenwelt in dieser Situation (und einigen späteren) nicht eingehe, weil diese sich als geradezu vorhersagerisch herausstellte.

Bevor nun aber Herr Schneider wiederum umfassendes Thema wurde, benötigte ich eine Pause.

„Ich mache mir mal einen Tee. Willst du auch einen?”

„Ne. Hast Du Bier?” fragte Katja.

„Ja, klar, im Kühlschrank!”

Wieder cool sein, schön! Ich drehte mich um und verließ das Badezimmer in dem Augenblick, als das Plätschern aufhörte. Bei einer Sache hatte Katja nicht geschauspielert: Sie musste reichlich Druck auf ihrer Blase gehabt haben.

Ich setzte heißes Wasser auf und holte ein Bier aus dem Kühlschrank. Dann ging ich ins Wohnzimmer.

Was wäre passiert, wenn ich etwas länger geblieben wäre? Hätte Katja vor meinen Augen etwas vom Klopaper abgerissen und sich zwischen den Beinen von Urinresten befreit? Ich bin überzeugt, dass sie das mit einem festen Blick in meine Augen und einem schelmischen Lächeln getan hätte!

Aber letzthin war es auch so um mich geschehen. Ich hatte eine Erektion. Und zwar so richtig. So, dass es in der Hose eingezwängt schmerzhaft wurde.

Katja kam aus dem Bad.

„Sorry!” meinte sie. „Ich habe noch kurz in deinem Badezimmerschrank gestöbert. Bin halt neugierig!”

Und mit einem fragenden Blick: „Da waren gar keine Kondome?”

Jetzt. Noch einmal. Mut nehmen, cool sein, einen vernichtenden Schlag gegen den „Feind” wagen.

„Wieso? Vielleicht möchtest du ein kleines Schwesterchen?” antwortete ich in einem fast schon sarkastischem Ton, der mir auch sogleich leid tat.

Katja beirrte das allerdings überhaupt nicht.

„Ha ha! Ja, das wäre cool. Aber du bist mit Mama doch erst ein paar Wochen zusammen. Später vielleicht, wenn ihr euch besser kennt. Und wir uns beide auch!”

Dem letzten Satz verlieh sie Nachdruck, den ich nicht deuten konnte. Aber ihre sichere Antwort auf meine Provokation war wieder ein Sieg auf ihrer Seite.

Sie schaute mich auf einmal sehr ernsthaft an.

„Thorsten?”

„Ja?” Was kam nun? Ein erlösendes Geständnis?

„Ich muss dir etwas erzählen.”

„Jaaaa, und?” forschte ich nach.

„Ich habe euch gehört”, antwortete Katja.

Ich ahnte etwas, schaute sie aber nur fragend an.

„An dem Tag, als du bei uns warst. Du erinnerst dich noch an meine Freunde?”

„Klar erinnere ich mich. Was hast du gehört?”

Sie fuhr fort: „Ich wollte eigentlich noch zu einer Freundin und habe das Mama auch erzählt. Ich wollte da übernachten. Aber dann bin ich eingeschlafen.”

Birgit. Ich, das Sexmonster. Lautes Stöhnen. Gerammel auf dem Bett.

Mir war klar, was die kleine Nutte berührte. Aber wieso sprach sie das an? Egal, es musste eine „coole” Antwort geben!

„Und dann bist du aufgewacht und hast uns beim Ficken gehört?” fragte ich. Ich war total überrascht, mich selbst eine so provokante Frage stellen zu hören.

Zu meiner Überraschung nickte Katja nur. Sie wirkte trotz serik escort bayan ihres Nuttenkostüms in diesem Moment sehr schüchtern, ja eingeschüchtert. Mein Schwanz wurde unerträglich hart. Am liebsten hätte ich Schwengel herausgeholt und vor ihr gewichst.

Das war wirklich mein Gedanke. Jeder andere Mann hätte vermutlich mit ihr ficken wollen oder dies sogar getan. Aber so sehe ich das erst heute. Damals glaubte ich noch von mir selbst, dass auch ich mit Katja ficken wollte und mich dieses Wunsches schämte. Ist es nicht absurd, sich eines Wunsches zu schämen, den man in Wirklichkeit gar nicht hat? Von dem man nur glaubt, dass man ihn hat?

„Das ist doch nicht schlimm, oder?” fragte ich. Mann, Thorsten, warum hast du dein Gehirn nicht eingeschaltet? Dieses kleine Luder hatte so viel Erfahrung mit Sex und allem drum herum, dass es für sie gewiss kein psychologisches Thrauma war ihre Mutter beim Sex vielleicht auch mal etwas lauter zu hören.

Aber sie tat mir unsinnigerweise leid. Daher sprach ich sanft: „Und? Haben wir dich geweckt? War es schlimm?”

Ich wollte gerade ansetzen mit „Es tut mir leid!”, da unterbrach sie mich.

„Ne, ich finde das gut. Ich habe euch belauscht. Ich bin ziemlich beeindruckt. Ihr habt es echt drauf!”

Jetzt tat ich mir leid. So selbstbewusst, wie ihre Worte herüber kamen, war mein Mitgefühl, dass ich geäußert hatte, geradezu als Witz überführt worden.

„Ich freue mich total für Mama, dass sie endlich mal einen richtig geilen Stecher gefunden hat!”

Das Luder nahm jetzt Fahrt auf. So schnell fiel mir keine Erwiderung ein.

„Ich habe mein Ohr an die Wand gehalten und wurde sogar ganz schön geil! Thorsten, du musst dich nicht schämen! Du bist ein ganz toller Mann! Für Mami!”

Die letzten beiden Worte hatten solchen Nachdruck in ihrer Stimme, dass ich fast „Danke schön für das nette Kompliment!” gesagt hätte. Aber mir versagte die Stimme und ich nickte nur.

„Ja, total geil finde ich das. Na ja, jedenfalls habe ich dann einen Kumpel anrufen müssen, sonst hätte ich nicht mehr einschlafen können. Und ich hatte für den nächsten Tag zugesagt, Zeitungen auszutragen! Also: ganz früh raus. Mein Kumpel ist dann noch zu mir. Er ist ganz leise die Treppe hoch, aber bei eurem Krach hättet ihr wahrscheinlich sowieso nichts gehört. Er hat es mir besorgt, und ich habe dann auch gut schlafen können.”

Auf meinem Schachfeld war gerade die Atombombe gezündet worden. Wäre ich auch nur zwanzig Jahre jüngere gewesen, ich hätte ohne physische Einwirkung in meine Unterhose ejakuliert.

Das alles, was Katja sagte nur darauf abzielte, mich aufzugeilen, war klar. Der Zweck blieb aber verborgen. Ein Schachspiel, ja, aber nur sie wusste, worum es dabei ging. Und deshalb gewann sie ständig. Ich fühlte mich wie jemand, der stolz darauf war, seinem Gegner ein, zwei Bauern weggenommen zu haben, obwohl er selbst Springer und Bauern eingebüßt hatte.

Katja schaute auf dir Uhr, die über meinem Fernseher an der Wand hing.

„Oh, schon so spät! Ich muss jetzt dringend los und Herrn Schneider die Bohrmaschine bringen!”

Wieder dieser unschuldige Kuss, aber sonst gab es von diesem für mich völlig unerwarteten plötzlichen Aufbruch nichts weiter zu berichten. Tatsächlich überraschte Katja mich nun damit so, dass sogar meine Erektion verflog.

Die kleine Nutte in ihrem Nuttenoutfit, dass ich nicht angesprochen hatte, verschwand wie ein kurzes, aber heftiges Sommergewitter aus meiner Wohnung und aus meinem Leben…. für dieses Tag. Und auch nur, soweit es ihre physische Anwesenheit betraf.

3. Begegnung auf der Treppe

Die kleine Sau hatte mich so aufgegeilt, dass ich nicht ein noch aus wusste. Am Ende sah ich keine andere Chance, wieder in einen normalen Geisteszustand zu kommen, als mit heruntergelassener Hose meinen Schwanz zu wichsen, bis ich spritzte. Ich stellte mir dabei vor, Katja säße neben mir auf meinem Sofa im Wohnzimmer und würde mich anspornen. Am Schluss gäbe es dann noch lobende Worte für die Menge an Sperma, die ich in meiner Phantasie über den Wohnzimmertisch verteilte. In Wirklichkeit war es nur ein Taschentuch, das mein Ejakulat auffing. Die Menge allerdings erstaunte mich selbst und entsprach durchaus dem, was ich in meiner kleinen perversen Phantasterei vorgestellt hatte.

Erstaunlicher aber war noch, dass meine innere Erregung nicht nachließ. Und auch am Abend waren die Gedanken, so sehr ich mich auch um andere bemühte, bei Katja. Bei „der kleinen Nutte”, wie ich sie für mich inzwischen getauft hatte.

Dann piepte mein Handy, Eine Whatsapp Nachricht von Birgit. „Schatz, hast du Zeit? Komm her! Katja ist bei einer Freundin.”

Zweifache Erlösung! Erstens: Sex! Sex mit Birgit! Geiler Sex, aber normaler Sex. Das versprach Wiederherstellung meines Bewusstseins als Mann, das unter der Wichserei dieses Tages gelitten hatte.

Zweitens: Katja war bei einer Freundin. Also: Sex mit Birgit. Ohne lauschende Katja,

Ich hatte Birgits Nachricht kaum gelesen, da kam eine zweite Nachricht, diesmal von einer mir unbekannten Rufnummer: „Bin zu Hause. Mama weiß das nicht. Bitte verrate mich nicht! Ich störe euch auch nicht! Kuss Katja”

Oh mein Gott! Ja, ich würde heute Nacht eine sexgeile Birgit erleben, und ja, ich würde ihr das Sexmonster vorspielen, nein ihr das Sexmonster sein, dass sie kannte und sich heute Nacht wünschte. Und dabei würde ich wieder an Katja, ihre Tochter denken! Aber dieses Mal würde ich wissen, dass Katja uns belauschte.

Hy, ich bin Simone, bin heute 27 Jahre alt, 1,65 m groß, rote Haare und wiege so um die 50 kg. Ich will Euch heute mal meine zweite Erfahrung schildern! Nachdem das erste öffentliche Entblößen damals eine spontan Entscheidung war, musste die folgende schon ein wenig geplant werden.

Ich war damals in der Mittelstufe des Gauß-Schneider-Gymnasium und meine Noten waren sehr gut, was mir damals wohl zu recht den Titel einer Streberin eingebracht hat. Auch meine Haarfarbe hat nicht dazu beigetragen, das ich eine beliebte Schülerin war. Im nachhinein, fand ich das gar nicht so schlimm. So konnte ich immer mein Ding durchziehen, ohne groß Aufsehen zu erregen!

Es war damals ein heißer Sommertag. Wir hatten über 30°C und die Luft war schwül warm. Ich hatte schon lange Zeit darüber nachgedacht, wie ich meinen Körper wieder einmal ein paar Fremden zeigen könnte.

Ich halte es einfach nicht mehr in unserem Haus aus. Die Luft bewegt sich keinen Millimeter und mir läuft der Schweiß aus allen Poren.

In unsere Nähe gibt es eine häufig befahrene Zugstrecke und ich wollte mich an diesem Tag zum ersten Mal hier zur Schau stellen. Mir wurde noch heißer als ich mir vorstellte, wie mich ein Haufen Jungs in meinem Adamskostüm betrachtet.

Ich entledige mich meiner Klamotten und springe erstmal unter die Dusche. Dort verbringe ich ca. 5 Minuten. Es ist der gute Wille der zählt. Schon wenige Minuten später und obwohl ich noch nackt in meinem Zimmer die Sachen raussuche, die ich für den Auftritt anziehen, bzw, ausziehen will, bin ich schon wieder vollkommen verschwitzt. Mein Zimmer liegt genau unter dem Dach und hat eine riesiges Fenster, hier schein ab 14:00 Uhr bis zum Sonnenuntergang die Sonne rein, dementsprechend heiß ist es dort.

Meine Eltern kommen meist erst gegen spät Nachmittag nach Hause und da ich mich ja auch „unwissentlich” beobachtet lassen will, habe ich die innenliegende Gardine (sie besteht aus von oben nach unten laufenden Lammellen), so stehen , dass man mich von der Straße aus sehen kann, wenn ich vor meinem zum Teil verspiegelten Schrank stehe. Der Spiegel hilft mir dabei, zu sehen, wenn ich beobachtet werde, ohne dass ich aus dem Fenster schauen muß, was mich natürlich verraten würde.

Und während ich mir die Klamotten raussuche, gehe ich ab und an ans Fenster, um zu sehen, ob ein Opfer im Anmarsch ist. Ich kann die Straße nach rechts und links 50-100 mtr weit einsehen. An diesem Nachmittag sollte es der Nachbarsjungen Oliver sein, der mich auch schon auf der Brücke (siehe „nackt im Schnee”) beobachtet hatte. Er ist auf dem Weg von der Schule nach Hause und muß an unserem Haus vorbei. Um seine Aufmerksamkeit zu erhöhen, drehe ich die Musik ein wenig mehr auf. Ich hatte schon getestet, bei welcher Lautstärke man auf der Straße etwas mitbekommen kann. In Windeseile springe ich in die raus gesuchten Klamotten, ich will mich Ihm nicht direkt nackt zeigen, sondern mich langsam entkleiden.

Mein Herzschlag erhöht sich sehr stark, als ich darauf warte, dass er ins Blickfeld kommt. Als ich Ihn im Spiegel erkenne, bewege ich mich ein wenig zur Musik. Na ja, ein wenig ist gut, der Takt ist sehr schnell. Also springe ich mehr und fange an mich zu entkleiden.

In diesem Moment kann ich nur hoffen, dass er stehen bleibt und weiter zuschaut. Ich ziehe mir den Top über den Kopf, springe weiter vor dem Schrank hin und her und werfe das Top nach rechts auf meine Couch. Mir wird noch heißer, mein Atem geht schneller und ich ziehe mir den raus gesuchten Minnirock langsam über den Po. Dabei versuche ich einen Blick zu erhaschen, ob Oliver die Schau genießt. Und tatsächlich erblicke ich Ihn zwischen der Hecke zur Straße. Nachdem der Rock an meinen Beinen nach unten geglitten ist, kicke ich Ihn mit dem Fuß auch in Richtung Couch und tanze weiter. Nur noch mit meinem weißen BH und Höschen bekleidet, tanze ich durch das Zimmer. Mir läuft der Schweiß inzwischen aus allen Poren und ich kann mich einfach mich mehr zurückhalten. Wenn ich einen gewissen Punkt erreicht habe, muss ich einfach alles zeigen, da bleibt auch die Vernunft auf der Strecke, die mir sagt: „Was machst du hier eigentlich? Dich vor diesem Jungen zu entkleiden. Dein Nachbar! Was machst du, wenn er das seinen Eltern mitteilt? Du solltest jetzt aufhören!”.

Für kurze Zeit, spiele ich mit dem Gedanken, es jetzt gut ein zu lassen und aufzuhören. Auch mein Schamgefühl meldet sich: „Der Junge kennt dich, du siehst Ihn fast jeden Tag. Er ist kein Fremden im Zug, den du nie wieder siehst”. Aber es war eindeutig zu spät. Ich konnte nicht aufhören. Irgendetwas in meinem inneren hatte die Kontrolle über meine Körper übernommen und alle rationalen Gedanken unterdrückt.

Meine inzwischen angeschwollenen und erregten Brüste wippten im Takt und die Brustwarzen und der Vorhof zeichnen sich deutlich ab. Da meine Brust noch nicht vollkommen ausgebildet ist und sich noch in der vierten Phase befindet, ist das ein echter Hingucker. Mein durchgeweichter Slip schmiegte sich an meine Hüfte und alle Rundungen zeichneten sich perfekt ab. Früher hatte ich mich ein wenig für meinen sehr ausgeprägten Venushügel und dem noch ausgeprägten Brustwarzenvorhof geniert, aber heute bin ich froh darüber. So zeichnen sich mein Venushügel und die angeschwollenen Schamlippen konyaaltı escort bayan immer gut in meiner Unterhose oder Bikini ab.

Nachdem ich die Kontrolle vollkommen verloren habe, wird mein Tanz immer wilder und die erste Brust sucht Ihren Weg ins freie. Dabei drehe ich mich immer wieder um die eigene Achse, damit mein „Opfer” auch etwas zu sehen bekommt. Nachdem Sie jetzt frei liegt und die zweite schon Ihre Brustwarze zeigt. Endet das Lied und es kommt ein etwas ruhigeres Lied.

Ich drehe mich bewusst so, dass er sich genau von vorne sehen kann. Meinen Kopf drehe ich rechts weg, in Richtung der Musikanlage. Währen ich so dastehe, öffne ich langsam meinen BH und ziehe ihn aus. Meine ansonsten schönen Brüste stehen wie eine Eins und die Brustwarzen sind so erregt, das es schon leicht schmerzt. Nachdem ich den BH zu den anderen Sachen auf die Couch befördert habe, gehe ich daran, mich meines letzten Kleidungsstücks zu entledigen.

Da klingelt das Telefon!

Wie aus Trance zucke ich zusammen. Realisiere, was ich gerade machen wollte und drehe mich verlegen zur Seite. Ziehe aber dennoch beim wegdrehen meinen Slip aus. Auf dem Weg zum Telefon, das im Erdgeschoß steht, schnapp ich mir noch meinen Bademantel und ziehe diesen an. Am Telefon ist Nicole, meine beste Freundin. Sie fragt was ich denn am Nachmittag machen würde. Ich überlegte kurz und da kommt mir eine super Idee.

Da wir damals ein Telefon ohne Kabel hatten, ging ich damit vor die Haustür und hielt nach meinem Opfer Ausschau, und wie vermutet, sehe ich Ihn aus den Augenwinkeln noch immer an der Hecke stehen.

„Nicola, was hältst du davon, wenn wir heute Nachmittag in die Natur gehen und uns ein wenig Sommerbräune holen?” frage ich.

Ich achte darauf, dass Oliver jedes Wort verstehen kann. Dabei gehe ich die kleine Eingangstreppe hinunter und setzt mich auf die Bank in unserem Garten. Ich setze mich ein wenig schräg zu meinem Opfer. Den Bademantel lasse ich auf der Ihm zugewanden Seite auf Beinhöhe herunterfallen, so das er meine perfekten rechter Außenschenkel sehen kann. Ich beuge mich auch ein nach vorn wenig über, so das die linke Seite des Bademantels meine Brust für den seitlichen Einblick freigibt. Während ich also mit meiner besten Freundin telefoniere, kann mich der Nachbarsohn fast nackt im Garten beobachten. Ich kann mich kaum auf das Gespräch konzentrieren, weil meine Erregung inzwischen jegliche anderen Funktionen lahm legt.

Nicola stutze ein wenig, weil wir so was noch nie gemacht haben. Sie fragt: „ Wollen wir denn nicht lieber nicht ins Schwimmbad bei der Hitze?” Ich antworte:” Ich habe noch etwas anders vor, kannst dich doch bestimmt noch an die Aktion mit der Brücke im Winter erinnern!” „OK, ich frage nicht weiter. Ich bin in einer halben Stunde bei dir, dann kannst du mir mehr erzählen.” Sagt sie noch und verabschiedet sich. Auch ich verabschiedete mich noch und dabei löste ich den Knoten, der meinen Badmantel zusammenhält, ein wenig. In den Augenwinkeln kann ich noch immer Oliver sehen und so passiert es mir beim Aufstehen, dass der Bademantel sich komplett öffnet. Eigentlich wollte ich es bei einem kurzen auf und zu belassen, aber ich konnte mich meinen Gefühlen nicht verwehren. Mein Bauch krampfe sich zusammen, meine Brustwarzen stehen richtig hervor.

Ich schaue in Richtung der Einfahrt zu unserem Haus und höre angestrengt. Bestimmt eine halbe Minute. In dieser Zeit, steht der Bademantel die ganze Zeit offen. Ich nehme meinen ganzen Mut zusammen, blicke weiter Richtung Einfahrt und lasse den Bademantel langsam über die Schultern auf den hinter mir stehenden Stuhl gleiten und drehe meine Körper in Richtung Sonne, hebe dann meinen Kopf und schließe meine Augen. Ich hebe meine Arme und verschränke sie hinter dem Kopf, so dass meine Brust besser zur Geltung kommt, gehe gleichzeitig ein wenig ins Hohlkreuz und kippe mein Becken. Jetzt ist auch mein Intimbereich gut sichtbar, nicht nur meine geringe Schambehaarung sondern auch mein großer Venushügel, mit den inzwischen bis zum platzen angeschwollenen Schamlippen.

In dieser Stellung verbleibe ich 1-2 Minuten und genieße die Sonne und die Blicke von Oliver.

Und ich kann einfach nicht aufhören.

Nach dieser, für mich eine „Ewigkeit” dauernden Moment, gebe ich ein kurzes wohliges „MMMhh” von mir, nehme mir meinen Bademantel vom Stuhl und gehe langsam zurück ins Haus.

Drinnen angekommen, muss ich erstmal tief durchatmen und mein Schamgefühl meldet sich zu Wort. Ich bekomme einen roten Kopf und frage mich, was mich da wieder geritten hat.

Mein ganzer Körper fühlt sich an wie unter Strom! Bis zum zerreißen angespannt.

Ich springe nochmals unter die diesmal kalte Dusche und ziehe mich wieder an. Unterwäsche, Top und Minirock. Dann klingelt es auch schon an der Tür. Ich schnappe mir noch meine Badesachen und öffne die Tür. Dort steht wie erwartet Nicola. Sie trägt eine schöne luftige Bluse und eine Rock, wenn auch nicht ganz so kurz wie meiner. Wir begrüßen uns und machen uns auf den Weg. Auf dem Weg erkläre ich Nicola, dass ich mich gern ein wenig nahtlos bräunen will und deshalb nicht ins Schwimmbad gehen will. Nicola schaut mich ein dabei nachdenklich muratpaşa escort bayan an und sagte: „Das ist doch nicht alles, oder?” „Nein, natürlich nicht, „ antwortete ich Ihr.

Dabei schaute ich mich unauffällig um, ob Oliver meinen Hinweis uns zu folgen in die Tat umgesetzt hat. Und nach ein paar Minuten konnte ich Ihn auch erblicken. Dies erzählte ich Nicola natürlich nicht, denn ich will, dass auch sie sich vor Oliver vollkommen entblößen und zwar noch heute Nachmittag. Dieser Gedanke bringt mich wieder voll in Fahrt.

„Ich dachte wir sonnen uns ein wenig und danach gehen wir wie Gott uns schuf an den Bahnschienen entlang. Ich habe mir schon die Zugzeiten rausgesucht und es kommen um 16:18 Uhr zwei Züge an dieser Stelle vorbei. Das wird ein Spaß, wenn die aus den Fenstern schauen und zwei vollkommen nackte Mädchen sehen, die mit ihren wippenden Brüsten und entblößten Unterkörper an den Schienen entlang joggen.” „WAS”, entgegnete Nicola,” das ist doch nicht dein Ernst. Wenn, dann kannst du das allein machen, ich mach da nicht mit. Wie kommst du denn auf die Idee, das ich da mitmache?” Als ich ihr darauf antwortete, lasse ich meinen Blick über ihre Bluse wandern und muss feststellen, dass Ihre Brustwarzen sich leicht aufgestellt haben. „Ich dachte mir, das würde dir auch Spaß machen! Aber wenn du schon nicht mitmachst dabei mitmachen willst, dann sonnst du dich wenigstens mit mir vorher nahtlos, oder?” „Na ja, ich schau mir den Platz mal an, wenn man dort ungestört ist, überlege ich es mir noch mal.” Super, ich habe Sie soweit!

Als wir die öffentlichen Wege verlassen haben, fange ich an, mich schon langsam zu entkleiden. Zuerst ziehe ich mir meine Slip aus, der auch schon gänzlich durchnässt ist und schaue dabei Nicola in die Augen, „Na komm schon! Erstens sieht keiner, ob du einen Slip trägst unter deinem Rock trägst und hier erst recht nicht.” Auch sie schaut mir tief in die Augen , will etwas antworten, überlegt einen kurzen Moment, schaut sich einmal in der Runde um, wobei ich darauf achte, das ich zwischen ihr und Oliver stehe, damit Sie ihn nicht sieht, und dann fasst sie sich unter den Rock und zieht ihr Unterhöschen langsam über die Hüfte und Bein aus, wobei ich einen kurzen Blick auf ihren Intimbereich werfen kann, da sie den Rock dabei etwas angehoben hat und komme aus dem staunen nicht mehr raus, als ich feststelle, dass die dort unten komplett rasier ist. Sie bemerkt meine Blick und sagt schüchtern: „Meine Mutter hat gesagt, dass das hygienischer ist.” Ich belasse es dabei und freue mich schon für Oliver, wenn er diese freigelegten Schamlippen ungehindert betrachten kann.

Ein paar Meter weiter, entledigte ich mich meines Tops. Wir sind inzwischen so weit weg von den normal genutzten Wegen, das ich mich relativ sicher fühle. Auch jetzt schaue ich Nicola dabei an! Sie blickt sich wieder um und beginnt langsam Ihre Bluse zu öffnen. Ich habe mir diese Stelle ausgesucht, weil der Weg, den wir benutzen hier eine scharfe Kurve macht und Oliver dadurch recht Nahe kommen kann, ohne entdeckt zu werden. Nachdem auch ich mich ein wenig suchend umschaue, erblicke ich ihn. Er ist keine zehn Meter von uns entfernt. Ich stelle mich ein wenig um und fragte Nicola, ob sie überhaupt schon mal obern ohne im Freien war. Meine Taktik geht auf und Nicola dreht sich genau so, das Oliver den besten Blick hat und Ihr beim öffnen jeden einzelnen Knopfes zuschauen kann. „Nein,” antwortete Nicola, “das ist das erste Mal” „Na dann wir es ja höchste Zeit. Spätestens im nächsten Urlaub wirst du das sowieso machen! Und hier kannst du das schon mal „ohne” Publikum testen.” „ Ich weiß nicht.” „Na komm schon, du wirst sehen, das ist ein total überwältigendes Gefühl. Und wie ich sehe, hat dich das doch schon angemacht, ohne Slip unterwegs zu sein.” Und deute auf Ihre sich durch den BH abzeichnenden Brustwarzen, die man inzwischen durch die halb geöffnete Bluse erkennen kann. „Na klar, ist das ein super Gefühl, wenn einem der Wind so ungehindert untenrum streichelt, aber ich habe immer Angst, dass mich einer sieht.”

„Und was soll es! Du hast einen schönen Körper und kannst ihn ruhig zeigen.” Dies scheint gewirkt zu haben. Die zieht die Bluse ganz aus und macht sich daran, auch ihren BH abzustreifen. In diesem Moment halte ich kurz den Atem an. Wenn Nicola wüsste, dass Oliver sie jetzt in ihrer vollkommenen Schönheit beobachtet, wenn sie ihren Busen entblößt, ich glaube sie würde im Boden versinken.

Ich folge Ihrem Beispiel und entledigte mich ebenfalls meines BH’s. Auch mein Körper zeigt wie erregt er ist, mit all seinen äußeren Anzeichen. Ich nutzte die Gelegenheit um Nicola hier und jetzt die letzten Bedenken zu nehmen und zog mein Röckchen mit einem kurzen Ruck nach unten und stecke ihn in meine Tasche. Ich glaubte, Nicola würde jetzt einen Rückzieher machen, aber nach einer kurzen Überlegung und einen tiefen Blick in meine Augen zieht auch sie ihren Rock über die Hüften.

Ich glaube in diesem Moment ist Oliver im siebten Himmel. Zwei kleine, junge Mädchen keine zehn Meter von ihm total entkleidet. Ich merke, wie nervös Nicola ist und sage zu Ihr:

“Hier ist kein Mensch weit und breit”, dabei streckte und reckte ich mich, serik escort bayan hüpfte im Kreis, nehme Nicola an die Hand und wir tanzen beide wie wild auf dem Weg.

Wir fangen an zu lachen und nach ein paar Minuten fast schon hysterischen Herumgespringe lassen wir uns schließlich zu Boden fallen.

Wo wir erst mal tief durchatmen und langsam die Spannung von uns weicht, besonders von Nicola. Sie scheint es zu genießen sich so unbekleidet durch die Natur zu bewegen. Nach ein paar Minuten Erholungspause gehen wir weiter. Wir bewegen uns immer natürlicher, schauten uns natürlich immer mal wieder um, aber auch dies wird immer seltener. Nicola kommt aus dem grinsen nicht mehr raus und sagt: „Ich hätte nicht gedacht, dass das so viel Spaß macht. Ich fühle mich irgendwie frei. Nichts stört oben und untenrum. Und es ist das erste Mal, das ich so lange ohne BH rumlaufe, seid ich angefangen habe einen zu tragen.” Sie lässt sie ein wenig mehr auf und abhüpfen beim gehen und lacht dabei.

Als wir dann zu der von mir ausgesuchten kleinen Lichtung kommen, breiten wir unsere Decken und legen uns in die Sonne. Kein Stück Stoff trübte die Bräunung unserer nackten Körper. Dabei achte ich darauf, das unsere Decken so zum Liegen kommen, das Oliver einen freien Blick zwischen unsere Beine bekommt.

Ich füllte mich so entspannt: Die Sonne wärmte meinen frisch geölten Körper, ich spürte die starrenden Blicke von Oliver zwischen meinen Beinen. Auf dem Bau liegend öffne ich meine Bein ein wenig und sofort breitete sich ein zwischen meinen Schenkeln ein wohliges Gefühl aus.

Als ich mich nach einer viertel Stunde umdrehe, halte ich nach Oliver Ausschau. Ich kann ihn zuerst nicht finden, bis mich ein Stück seines Hemdes auf ihn aufmerksam machte. Er hatte sich in der Zwischenzeit einige Meter weiter zu uns rangearbeitet und liegt jetzt keine zwei Meter entfernt hinter einem Holzstapel und blickte durch einen Spalt genau in den von Nicola und meinem, denn auch Nicola hatte in der Zwischenzeit ihre Beine leicht geöffnet und auf den Rücken gelegt.

Nach einer weiteren halben Stunde, richte ich mich auf, stubse Nicola an. Sie dreht den Kopf und schaut mich blinzeln an: „Ja”. Ich druckste eine wenig herum und fragte dann; „Nicola, wie ist es denn, dort unten rasiert zu sein? Kommst du dich nicht vollkommen ungeschützt vor, wenn nichts deinen Intimbereich bedeckt?” „Nö, ich laufe ja nur zu Hause nackt rum und auch dort sieht mich keiner nackt.” „Darf ich mir … also könnte ich mal …” fing ich an, Nicola antwortete nicht, sondern winkelte nur, auf dem Rücken liegend, die Beine an und legt sie dann nach rechts und links ab. Da sie, wie ich sehr sportlich ist, berühren ihre Bein den Boden und geben Oliver und mir einen ungehinderten, tiefen Einblick zwischen ihre Schenkel. Ich bemerke, wie angespannt sie jetzt so daliegt. 100% glücklich ist sie mit dieser Situation nicht. Sie hat auch den Kopf zurückgelegt und die Augen geschlossen. Sie zitterte leicht und ihre Brüste und die Schamlippen fangen an sich zu vergrößern. Ich sage im ruhigen Ton zu ihr: „Du musst nicht, wenn du nicht willst, war nur eine Frage.” Woraufhin sie im Flüsterton antwortet und ich mich ein wenig näher zu ihr runterbeugen muss um sie überhaupt zu verstehen: „Wenn du glaubst, ich hätte nichts gemerkt, dann solltest du früher aufstehen. Ich will das jetzt durchziehen und ich genieße die Blicke von „niemanden” hinter dem Holzstapel. Ich weiß jetzt, was du immer sagst, das du nicht mehr aufhören kannst. Und jetzt mach schon, bevor ich es mir anders überlege. Schau dir alles GANZ genau an.” Ich wusste nicht, was ich machen sollte. Nicola hat gewusst, dass Oliver in der Nähe ist und mitgemacht?!?! Das erklärt den ein oder anderen nachdenklichen Moment. Wie soll ich reagieren? Ich lachte also kurz auf uns sagte dann: „Das muss dir nicht peinlich sein. Ist das natürlichste der Welt. Du kannst nachher auch meinen Intimbereich betrachten.” Ich hoffe, dass Oliver das kurze Flüstern nicht falsch verstanden hatte und füge zur Ablenkung noch hinzu: „Du brauchst nicht zu flüstern, wir sind hier ungestört!”.

Nun beugte ich mich über Nicolas Unterleib betrachtet die rasierte vollkommen nackte „Pflaume”. Na obwohl, so konnte man sie nicht mehr nennen. Durch die zur Seite gelegten Beine, hatten sich die Schamlippen schon leicht geöffnet. Ich kann beobachten, wie ihre Schamlippen langsam an Größe gewinnen und auch der Kitzler sich aufstellt. Ich genieße den Anblick und komme nicht umhin, sie zu berühren. Zuerst fahre ich über die äußeren großen Schamlippen und spüre ihre glatte, sanfte Haut. Das Zittern nimmt eine wenig zu und der Atem von Nicole geht etwas schneller. Nachdem ich die die äußere Erkundung abgeschlossen habe, benutze ich beide Hände, um die äußeren Schamlippen ein wenig mehr zu öffnen. Das Zittern nimmt weiter zu und ich merke, wie sich ihr Bauch und Unterkörper anspannt. Ihre kleinen Schamlippen sind nun deutlich sichtbar und der Eingang zur Scheide beginnt sich leicht zu öffnen und ihr „Saft” beginnt an ihr herunter zu laufen. Es erregt mich genauso wie sie und auch meine Brustwarzen und Schamlippen fangen an sich zu regen. Da Nicole ihre Anspannung kaum noch im Zaum halten kann, öffne ich zuletzt noch ihre inneren Schamlippen und Oliver und ich können nun tief in Nicolas Heiligtum schauen. Ich halte diese Aussicht ein bis zwei Minuten aufrecht, in der Nicola immer wieder ihren Unterleib anspannt und der Intimbereich rhythmisch zuckt. Ich glaube dies ist erstmal genug und löse meine Finger von ihr. Die Schamlippen nehmen ihre ursprüngliche Stellung wieder ein und die Show ist vorbei. „Jetzt bist du dran”, sage ich und mache es mir auf dem Rücken bequem.