Epilogue — Christmas Eve Eve

Molly Jones thoughtfully sipped her wine as she leaned against the kitchen counter. Indiana was all over the kitchen preparing their evening meal. He said it was just a simple Mexican soup recipe one of his roommates had taught him, but it looked delicious—whole chicken pieces with hearty chunks of potatoes, carrots, zucchini, celery, and cabbage, along with just enough jalapeno to give it some heat. He had an avocado in the fridge, which he told her would go on top.

She watched him add the last few ingredients to the stock pot, put on a lid, and set the whole thing to simmer. Tomorrow, she and her son would spend Christmas Eve with the Sages and Trans. Tonight, it was just her and Indiana. He’d arrived earlier that day, and they spent their time together chatting about this and that inconsequential detail—what she did at work, what he did at work and school—neither hitting close to the things she really wanted to speak about.

Molly remembered a time when her son told her everything, but that hadn’t happened in years.

Now, Indiana kept secrets, kept her in the dark about the things going on in his world. Looking back on their life, Molly realized the change hadn’t happened over night. Indiana began hiding parts of himself little by little, starting back when he’d been a boy, and the hiding only became worse as he became a teenager, and later a young man.

Indiana had been around five or six the last time he’d been completely open to her. Her then-husband had finally brought himself to pick their son up after school, which had been the first and only time Indiana’s teachers and classmates saw him. Indiana had her coloring, and the likeness to his father would only appear once he’d matured, which made it difficult to see that they really were father and son. Children could be petty and cruel with those different from them, and having a father who looked so very different from him instantly marked Indiana as “other”. Then, she and Andre had their own problems, and over several years caught between the stresses of school and home, their son simply clammed up, gradually stowing away things.

If she got anything at all from him, it was under duress. And really, she only remembered that happening once when he was ten, right after his first summer with his father. Their custody agreement allowed Molly to keep Indiana during the school year, but he would spend his summers and alternating holidays with Andre, who had remarried before the ink even dried on their divorce.

She’d convinced herself that Indiana’s nightly calls home had been little more than separation anxiety, and managed to keep up the pretense right up until he told her he didn’t ever want to go back. It had taken days to coax out the reason. She knew from Andre that Indiana hadn’t been getting along with his new step-brothers, Trevor and Devin, but had been assured that it was all just “boys being boys”. Molly did not think however, that “boy being boys” was a good enough excuse for Claire’s hellspawn calling her child freak, faggot, or momma’s boy.

She recalled that her son managed to hold himself together through most of the telling, but broke apart the moment she tried to assure him that he wasn’t any of those things. “But, I am,” he’d sobbed, his voice rising. “All of it! Just like they said! Like everyone says—an ugly weirdo cocksucker pussy who needs his mommy!” No amount of consoling, of assuring him that being different or gay or loving his mom was okay, could ease his pain, so she had held him until he’d cried himself out.

After that, Indiana had drawn his uniqueness around himself like a mantle, a protective barrier between himself and the rest of the world. Molly had celebrated this change, mistaking his non-conformity for free self-expression until it was too late. Indiana’s hidden life had stretched out beyond the normal secrets children keep from their parents. If it hadn’t been for his interest in running and Laurel coming into his life, he might have closed himself off from her entirely over the course of his teens.

Molly blamed herself. She blamed her ex-husband. She blamed Claire and her horrible sons. But, most of all, Molly blamed Michael Jameson—the little shit who found every little chink in her son’s armor and exploited it.

The boy treated her son like a dirty secret at home, and a meal ticket when they went off to college, and Molly had to learn about this treatment from Laurel, who Michael had thankfully been unsuccessful in driving away. Years of screaming matches, Michael’s cheating and hypocritical jealousy, his refusal to acknowledge Indiana, the times he flipped out when Indiana tried to hold his hand in public. Laurel said Michael had once shoved him away hard enough to leave bruises when Indiana hit a stone pillar. Molly kept silent in all this because trying to talk had made him even more secretive, a condition that hadn’t improved once that boy had been pushed out of Indiana’s life.

artvin escort But, things were shifting.

Indiana, for the first time in ages, was opening up to her.

And all she had done was ask, “Who’s Preston?”

Molly had been angry when Indiana disappeared after Thanksgiving dinner, but then curious as pictures began filtering in. Sure, there had been pictures of Indiana with Laurel and Mike Tran, which increased in number once Michael Jameson was out of his life. However, the last few weeks were something else. Three young men had joined the cast of characters in her son’s college life.

Molly recognized one of the boys in these new pictures as his roommate, Efrain, who was a smart and serious young man. She liked him well enough, especially after he’d cooked for her during one of her visits. The second boy—a wholesome blond-haired, blue-eyed football stereotype—usually appeared along with Efrain. Cory, as Indiana had identified him, was the new roommate who’d taught her son how to make the caldo de pollo that was now simmering on her stove.

But, it was the third boy that got her attention. Laurel had told her all about “Indie’s Upgrade”, but Molly didn’t think he’d be this adorable. Well-dressed and well-coiffed, with a sweet face that made him seem cheeky and lively.

Although, the kid could have been the Antichrist and Molly still wouldn’t have cared.

Because of this young man, she had photographic evidence of her only child, who she loved beyond reason, dancing in bars, and having movie nights, and looking sharp and confident for a big presentation, and cuddling on the couch, and snuggling under blankets, and sharing meals with friends. Through these pictures, Molly witnessed a change in Indiana, little glimpses of his former self peeking through, growing more frequent over that short period.

So, it was only natural that she would ask about the boy.

“Who’s Preston?”

“A friend,” he said simply, setting a timer for the soup.

“Didn’t look like just a friend,” she said as they took up their wine glasses and headed for the living room. “I saw the pictures.”

“Oh,” he said. “He’s Cory’s best friend. I ran afoul of him when I tried to break him and Efrain up.”

“Why’d—”

“It’s a long story.” Indiana plopped down on the sofa, and she sat down next to him.

“We got some time,” Molly said and listened intently as her son led her through his and Preston’s sordid journey from enemies to lovers.

“So, do you think things might get serious?”

“I don’t think so. We’re just fooling around.”

“I doubt that.”

“Even if I was serious,” he said, “Preston is a little out of my league.”

“Don’t say that,” Molly chastised.

“No, really. He’s smart and funny. And, he’s very attractive.”

“Sounds like a catch.”

“He is. Could have any guy he wanted.” Indiana stared at his wine glass before gulping down the contents. “No idea what he’s doing with me.”

She ruffled his hair. “You’re a pretty good catch yourself.”

He laughed.

“You’re my mom; you’re supposed to say that.”

Molly looked at her son as she let the subject drop. She needed to schedule a little visit sometime next semester and see for herself who this “just a friend” was.

~*~*~*~

Francisco “Frankie” Torres, the current Rountree Chief of Police, sipped his beer as he observed the groups mingling in the Finnegans’ family room. PK and Cindy only had Jamie, and Jamie and Kate only had Preston (and the twins when Kate remarried), but the Finnegans’ annual Christmas party was anything but small. The Finnegan clan tended to accumulate family members throughout the years—rookies, like Frankie, that PK had taken under his wing in his time as Chief of Police, friends of Jamie and the grandchildren who had come to regard Cindy as their second mother/grandmother, teachers and coaches who’d remained friends long after the children had grown up, community leaders who grew close to the couple as they collaborated on city projects.

It was still early enough in the evening that guests weren’t too deep in their cups, but late enough that most young families had taken their children home. However, since PK’s daughter-in-law and her second husband, along with their children, traditionally stayed over the night of the party and through Christmas, Preston was allowed enough alcohol to get tipsy, and the twins, Kent and Ellie, were allowed to stay up later than usual.

Which certainly made things more interesting.

Frankie noticed the young man catching up with his friends and some of the younger officers, like Kyle Fortenberry and Adam Kinney, who’d been rookies before he went off to college. Preston took after his mother, but anyone who knew Preston Kent or James Aaron would immediately recognize Preston James. While Preston’d always been quite different, there were elements—mannerisms, aydın escort sayings, expressions—that marked him as PK’s grandson, and Jamie’s son. Friends and family loved Preston for those traces of PK and Jamie, but loved him even more for those parts that were all him.

Ellie and Kent had been running around most of the night being cute and taking advantage of the blind eye everyone turned to the occasional sips Preston permitted them to steal (as they did years ago when Preston conned the rookies for tastes of this and that cocktail). While Kent and Ellie weren’t PK and Cindy’s biological grandchildren, they certainly developed many of the Finnegan family traits, right along with those Frankie had come to recognize as unique to their father, Joe.

Like most people, Frankie loved all of PK’s grandchildren equally, but Preston was Preston and that made him special.

Frankie noticed the twins making their rounds back to Preston’s group. Preston had just refilled his cup with mulled apple cider and rum, which had been a favorite of all three siblings. However, when the two lingered after stealing their sip and pulled out their cellphones, eyebrows raised. The Turner twins were up to something.

“Guess what,” Kent said, drawing in their attention.

“Preston has a new boyfriend!” Ellie sang. She waved a cellphone at the group. “Wanna see?”

A few of Preston’s crowd looked to Ellie, eager for some gossip, and a couple people from other groups stole some glances at the circle now forming around the Finnegan grandkids. As for himself, he could talk all he wanted about being a grown man, but Frankie still moved a little closer.

“Please tell me you’re not on Facebook,” Preston said. “I thought I told Mom you’re too young for that shit.”

“She says it’s fine,” his sister replied.

“Don’t change the subject,” Kent added. “We got dirt to dish.” He began messing with his own phone, presumably to show off pictures of the new guy, as he shot a look at Preston. “Thought we were going to let you get away with ditching us early on Thanksgiving, didn’t ya?”

“Yeah,” Ellie pouted. “You didn’t even help put up the tree this year.”

“And then all these pics started flooding his feed.”

“How’d you see those? I don’t even have you friended,” Preston said.

“Mom showed us,” Kent said. “Oh yeah.” He turned to the listening officers. “We’re pretty certain the blond really is just a friend.

“They still probably made out or something,” Ellie added

An expression of shock and outrage crossed Preston’s face.

“Yup,” Kent giggled, “they made out.” His sister nodded in agreement. “I wonder if they did it.”

“How the fuck do you even know about that stuff?” Preston said.

“Preston, we’re eleven,” Ellie said, rolling her eyes. “We’re not children anymore.”

“I’ve already had, like, a bajillion girlfriends!”

Frankie noticed the discrete giggles going around the room as he coughed to hide his own chuckle.

“So, back to the new guy,” Kent said.

“We did some research,” Ellie said.

“Don’t you two have anything better to do?” Preston said. “I told Mom y’all have too much free time.”

“He goes by ‘Indie’,” Kent said, as if Preston hadn’t spoken. “Not sure whether it’s short for something, or just something he picked up, but it’s still pretty pretentious, if you ask me.”

“You guys have got to see him!”

“Yeah, seriously not his normal Jersey Shore morons.” Both twins turned their phones for the group to see.

“Holy shit!” Adam Kinney laughed. “You weren’t kiddin’.”

“Fuck,” Kyle Fortenbery said. “It’s like you ran through every gym bro and—what are they called?—the dancers…”

“Go-go boys?” Adam said.

“—And go-go boy in Blacksburg,” Kyle continued, “and had to move on to baggin’ hipsters.”

“Damn, just how tall is he?” Micah Lawrence, one of Preston’s childhood friends, asked. “I mean, Preston isn’t the tallest guy, but he’s not that short, but the man is towering over him!”

“He’s six-foot-six,” Preston said, as if in resignation.

Another young officer, Alliah Johnston, looked at the proffered images and shrugged. “At least this one looks like he has brains.”

Frankie snuck a glance at the admittedly attractive boy standing with Preston and had to agree with Alliah’s assessment. Hell, Preston looked more intelligent just posing next to him. Even the way they posed together was different from Preston’s other guys—none of the silly “seductive” posturing, just a simple grin. However, what really shocked him was the other boy’s appearance. Brightly colored hair and a face full of piercings, and his glasses and suit the only thing keeping him from looking like a druggie.

Just where did Preston meet a guy like that?

“He’s a grad student,” Ellie said. “Studies something, can’t pronounce it. An-th-ero-pol-gee, or whatever. Sounds balıkesir escort important.”

“I think it’s pronounced un-em-ploy-ment,” Adam said, disdainfully. “But, still makes him sound pretty smart.”

“We tried to read some of the articles he published,” Kent said. “But they had too many big words, and we got bored.”

Ellie selected another picture to display. “They look pretty cozy here.”

“They look really ‘cozy’ in this one,” Kent said, showing off a different image on his own phone. He turned to their older brother. “So, is he your boyfriend?”

“No, we’re just friends,” Preston said. “Not like it’s any of your business.”

“Oh, so he’s a fuck buddy,” Ellie chirped. Half the room, Preston and Frankie included, choked on their drinks.

“Where the hell did you learn that word?!” Preston damn near screeched.

Ellie and Kent shrugged. “Around,” Kent answered. “So is he?”

“That’s none of your business.” Preston’s face turned red.

“He is,” Ellie said with a nod. “Do you want him to be your boyfriend?”

“That’s also none of your business.” His face became even redder. The three siblings had drawn a larger crowd, yet remained oblivious to the quiet chuckles around them.

“He does,” Kent declared. “Are you going to ask Indie to be your boyfriend?”

Preston’s only response was to slap his forehead and drag his hand down his face. He downed the rest of his drink before he turned around and tried to escape. The twins trailed behind, badgering him with more questions.

“You want to ask him, dontcha?

“Do you think he’ll say yes?”

“Do you like him?”

“Do you think he likes you?”

“Are you in looooooooooooooooove with Indie?”

“Do you think he’s in looooooooooooooooove with you?”

“You gonna move in with him?”

“Are you gonna marry him?”

“Will you get matching piercings instead of wedding rings?”

“Who’ll be the bride?”

“Duh, Preston ’cause he’s shorter!”

“Think he’ll wear a dress then?”

Frankie knew that at some point, poor Preston would crack and tell them (mostly) everything they wanted to know. If only Frankie could find someone like that to do interrogations, Rountree would solve every crime in no time. Preston stalked away (possibly to find Joe and Kate to demand that his parents make his brother and sister go to bed), and the party carried on as usual.

Frankie refilled his Christmas beer stein, the one he brought every year. Most other attendees had their own favorite mug or glass they brought to the celebration as it had become another one of the traditions that had cropped up over the decades since PK and Cindy began throwing Christmas parties for their friends.

Every member of the Finnegan extended family knew to keep the 23rd free, no invitation needed (although, they were sent without fail). Same day, same time, same place, and everyone knew what to bring—how could you ring in the holiday without Cindy’s eggnog, or the berry cobblers the former Mayor and his wife always made, or Lt. Harris’ chestnut soup, or any number of holiday favorites? The Finnegan Family Christmas Party was practically on the Rountree community calendar, pictures would be in the city paper the following day, and guests would joke about PK’s white elephant party gifts for weeks.

Even Jamie’s passing couldn’t prevent the annual event. That year, Frankie had worked hard to convince his longtime mentor and friend of the importance of keeping tradition, especially when losing someone as special as Jamie. Everyone loved Jamie (of course, everyone admired PK and adored Preston—charisma and charm seemed to be ingrained deeply within the Finnegan genetic code), and everyone missed him, but shutting themselves off from the world would only make the hurt worse. And more than anything, Preston needed his extended family to fill the hole his father had left. The event had been more somber that year, but Frankie was sure it had cut years off their mourning process, especially for Preston. The lively college student mingling with the crowd and playing with his inquisitive half-siblings was a far cry from the inconsolable and screaming four-year-old the Frankie had to carry out of the funeral because there really isn’t a good way to explain to a child that he wouldn’t see his daddy again.

Frankie observed Preston as he routed Kent and Ellie, freeing him to socialize once more, even if it meant more friendly ribbing from the officers and friends who’d been in the group.

Preston had taught a few of those officers a very hard lesson about underestimating their opponent, and many still got flack from their coworkers for getting their asses handed to them by a little teenaged gay cheerleader (who also just happened to practice two different forms of martial arts). Frankie remembered the racket from when Preston threw and pinned Adam Kinney, and then rubbed salt in the wounds by telling him that he didn’t need to worry because “gay men can’t stand the taste of pussy”. He called Kinney “Officer Pussycat” for the rest of the year.

That little incident had probably done more to win the hearts of the City of Rountree Police Department than any of the anti-discrimination policies PK and Frankie had instituted over the years since Preston came out.

Leaving Rocky’s room, despite every part of me wanting to fuck his ass again, I stumbled home as if in a dream. The excitement of finally fucking his big ass was coursing through me and, though my body and cock needed sleep, my mind couldn’t switch off.

He actually came while getting fucked, even with my limited experience with men, I knew that was rare for someone’s first time. Then again, he had an ass made to be fucked so perhaps it wasn’t that surprising.

Eventually, sleep came, and because I was exhausted, I didn’t dream of Rocky. Waking up, I was disappointed to realise it was a Sunday. We had agreed that a day off from studying would be best for Rocky. Though my cock was like granite, I managed to resist the urge to beat off.

After having Rocky’s ass, I needed it again and I spent most of the day working on how I could make this a regular thing. I knew his bruise wasn’t going to last long, by Monday he would probably be fine and then I would have no reason to get inside his pants again.

It was getting late in the day when an idea suddenly came to me. All I needed were those test paper answers, and then I could get exactly what I wanted at least until the next test and but that point, I’d either know Rocky was gay and wanted my cock or I would have fucked him so much that both of us would have memories to last a lifetime.

Finding the company that made the tests, I hacked into their website. It really wasn’t hard. I was expecting to do some stalking of the company’s employees’ personal life and guess their personal questions but I decided to try the classic, Admin and Password123. To my surprise, I got in. Finding the test papers, I downloaded them along with the answer sheets.

Printing them out, I logged out and looked over the papers. The questions were insanely easy but they were hard enough to challenge Rocky and I knew he could easily fail the test. It was close to midnight before I finally completed the bits needed for my scheme to work and I went to sleep pleased.

*

The next day I was sitting in the library study room waiting for the man who dominated my dreams to show up. I nervously checked my bag wanting to make sure I had brought the things I would need to hopefully get back inside his tight ass.

Soon Rocky clattered into the room. His thick blonde hair was still wet from his shower and he wore a tighter than usual muscle top and his usual loose shorts. He looked good and instantly my mind went back to Saturday night and his ass.

Dumping his bag on the floor, he slammed a protein shake on the table and took the seat next to me.

“Finally got a delivery of these bad boys! Never felt stronger, but thanks nerd for helping out.” He said, gripping me in a headlock and ruffling my hair.

It was the first time I had been happy to be put in a headlock so he couldn’t see the devastation on my face. I had hoped we could keep up the charade, but it seemed like he genuinely believed cum had protein in it and now he had his shakes, he didn’t need me.

“No problem,” I gasped when he let me free.

Flattening my hair, I slid across a paper. “I thought we would start this week with a test. It’s only ten questions so don’t worry!”

Though he gave me a filthy look, weirdly similar to the look he gave to me when I first asked him to lick my balls, he took the paper and began to answer it.

Soon he finished and handed the paper back. While he had been concentrating, I had spent the time going over my plan. I still didn’t know what to do. Did I really want to take advantage of him again?

Rather than answer my own question, I busied myself answering his test. It took less than a minute to confirm that he had got most of the questions wrong. I had hoped that I would have had an answer to my own question by the time I was finished, but I didn’t.

Finally, Rocky got fed up with waiting and stood up. I saw he had begun to stretch. Whether he knew he was teasing me or not, it seemed that all he was stretching were his legs and ass.

Placing his hands against the wall, Rocky bent one leg forward, letting the other drop back. Dropping his weight, his ass thrust out, straining against his loose shorts straight in my direction. It was the answer I needed.

“Holy shit! You’ve got them all right!” I exclaimed just as he was about to swap legs.

“No fucking way?” he replied surprised.

I made the pretence of looking over the test again before smiling at him. “Yep all right! Here do this one, it’s twenty questions.”

The next ten minutes passed in silence while he worked. I could see his face crease up in concentration. He looked so cute when he did that. He finished and was about to hand it to me when he pulled it back and went back over the questions to correct one.

Throwing his chair back, Rocky went back to stretching, leaving me to mark his paper. I could feel his eyes on me so I pulled out an unrelated textbook to give the impression that I had to check the test properly. Finally, I leaned back and let out an astonished kırklareli escort laugh.

“I don’t believe it. You’ve got everything right! This is amazing!” I smiled at him and got a dumb grin in return.

“I’m getting smarter, nerd!! Watch out,” he hollered and punched my arm.

Pretending that it didn’t hurt. I pulled out a more testing paper.

“I’ve heard of this before but I didn’t think it could actually happen,” I said slowly while shaking my head in disbelief. I definitely would have won an Oscar for this performance, I thought.

“Heard of what, nerd?” Rocky asked, now sitting at the edge of his seat.

“Well, there’s evidence that shows the sperm of a smart person is also smart. So when you took my cum, you actually got smarter. My brains and knowledge transferred to you.”

“Nah! That’s bullshit!” He retorted.

“I mean, I didn’t believe it myself… Tell you what, here’s an advanced test. Trust me, you would never have been able to do this before you took my cum. While you’re doing that I’ll do some research online and show you what I mean.”

Eagerly, he began to do the test allowing me to pull up an article that I had made last night. Knowing what type of person Rocky was like, I had created the article to look like it came from Ladbible, his favourite website.

Though a quick search showed a surprising amount of articles already online about the benefits of eating sperm. There must be a lot of male doctors who needed sucking off, I smirked.

Nearly twenty minutes later and Rocky passed the paper over. He looked tired. Obviously, he had never had to concentrate this hard before. Giving him my phone, I let him read over the articles I had found.

Quickly, I marked it. Though it was multiple choice, he had managed to three right out of forty. A truly low score but rather than tell him that, I shook my head in disbelief.

“Ninety per cent! That’s incredible.” I breathed.

Rocky let out a whoop, “I can’t believe I’m smart! I fucking knew it. I felt cleverer immediately. Man, sperm is so fucking good!”

I picked up my phone and found the fake Ladbible article I had written.

“Ah, it says here that you need to consume it regularly to maintain your IQ.” I sighed and showed him the quote in the article.

“I mean with the amount of sperm you have, it could last long enough for you to pass the test on Friday, but I’m not sure…” I said slowly, with a heavy hint of doubt in my voice.

“Fuck that, nerd! I want your cum now. If it’s going to make me pass this stupid test then I’m going to take all the cum you have!”

“You just said that you didn’t want my cum anymore…”

“Do you want me to beat you up, nerd? I want your cum, and what I want, I get!” He growled.

Just listening to him demanding my cum had made my cock hard yet I pretended to think it over. Gripping my chair, Rocky pushed me away from the desk and looked at me with his big blue eyes.

“You’re going to give me you cum, nerd! I want it filling me up every day, do you understand?!”

“Fine,” I hurriedly said. “But it says here the sperm should be spread about and taken frequently.”

“Well let’s get started now, and then I’ll text you later.”

I smiled at that and nodded my head. “Deal.”

Pulling down my pants, I sat on the table and watched as he took my rock hard cock in his mouth.

All of the excitement of having him demand to suck me off had got me incredibly turned on. I hadn’t cum since I’d fucked his ass on Saturday and I was ready to explode.

Gripping his hair, I pushed deep inside. His tongue lashed around my shaft before he pulled back, with just the tip of my cock in his mouth, he sucked hard.

Looking down, I felt euphoria. I had my muscled sucktoy back, and he was damn good at his job.

I wanted to last longer but he looked so good with my cock splitting his pink lips that I couldn’t hold out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckkk!” moaning loudly, I came hard, flooding Rocky’s mouth with thick spunk.

Greedily, he swallowed the lot before sucking hard on my tip to get the last remains of cum.

“Mmmm, I feel smarter already!” He said smacking his lips. “Right, give me some more questions. I’ve got practice in twenty mins.”

Pulling out the test paper he would do on Friday, I passed it to him. I had decided that repetition would be the best way for him to pass the test so I had made several different versions of the paper, all with the same questions just in a different order.

Pretty soon, he had left the room after answering the same questions twice over. I had corrected him on the mistakes and I hoped that it would be enough to help him pass the test on Friday.

*

“What the fuck man?!”

“Shit Colin, I’m sorry.” I apologized.

We were in his room painting our models. Even though I had my glasses on and a magnifying glass, I was still struggling to get the space marine to look good.

“Something must afyon escort be on your mind if you can’t even paint a space marine blue.” Colin sighed, grabbing the marine from me and washing the paint off.

“Is it Rocky? I told you it would be a bad idea to mentor him. He’s so thick, there’s no way he would digest anything you gave him.”

“What was that?!”

“Sounds like he’s rubbing off on you. You can’t even understand what I’m saying.” Colin tutted.

“He’s not that bad. He’s been very willing to receive my knowledge… all of it, so deeply…” I trailed off into a daydream as Rocky’s ass invaded my thoughts.

“You see, you’re turning into an idiot. You best give him everything you have soon before you turn into a dumb jock too!”

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The loud alarm caused both Colin and me to jump, knocking paint over the desk. Cursing, I picked up my phone to see who had interrupted me, while Colin rushed to the kitchen for a cloth.

It was from Rocky and all it said was: ‘Come to the training ground locker room.’

Giddy with excitement, I pulled on a hoodie and left Colin’s room.

“Hey! Where are you going? We still have the tanks to paint!” blurted out a confused Colin.

“I’ve got to go and see a man about dogging…”

“You what?!” Colin yelled but I was out of sight and running across campus to the football stadium. The training facilities were right next to the stadium and luckily there wasn’t anyone inside to question me. Seeing signs for the locker room, I followed them until I was outside the double doors.

Pushing open the door, I saw Rocky, still in his football uniform, doing press-ups on the floor. Seeing his firm muscular ass tense each time he lifted up was enticing and the heavy breathing was very similar to the sound he made when I had started to really fuck his ass.

Deciding that I had stared for long enough, I coughed. Keeping himself in the plank position, he looked over his shoulder at me and raised his eyebrows in acknowledgement.

“I think you’re right, nerd!” He said while resuming his press-ups.

“Your cum must have made me smarter. Even coach said I came up with good plays today.” He said with pride.

Standing up, he towered over me. That wasn’t unusual, he usually dwarfed me but in his uniform, he was even bigger and the fact that I had fucked such a beast turned me on even more.

“That’s awesome, well done Rocky,” I replied, noticing that he smiled in response.

“Yeah, it’s pretty sweet. So I’m going to need some more and I thought that I might as well get some now.” He shrugged.

Looking around the locker room, each player had their own individual area where their kit was hanging up and their name was printed above. It was such a masculine environment and I was about to fuck the alpha male of the group.

“Sounds good to me. I’m pleased you’re taking your studies so seriously.” I said as seriously as I could.

I saw him trying to work out if I was insulting him or praising him. Eventually, he decided that I was complimenting him and he broke out into a wide grin.

“If I realised that it was this easy to make me smart, I would have sucked you off on the first day!”

“If only,” I sighed under my breath, “but we can make up for it now and make you pass that test! Why don’t you come over here and show me what I’ve taught you about sucking cock.”

Rocky looked as if he was going to say something. I doubt he had been talked to like that since Saturday night. Seeing his face soften as he relived the memory of that night, he blushed before getting to his knees.

Walking towards him, I was inches away when his hands came up and pulled my pants down. My cock sprung out, slapping him gently on the forehead. Opening his mouth, he caught the tip and began to suck.

Seeing the heavily muscled linebacker greedily nursing my cock in the middle of his locker room was heavenly. The musky smell of sweat was heavy in the room, taking a deep breath, I inhaled, making my head rush.

“That’s it, you want my cum?” I teased, running my fingers through his thick blonde hair.

He murmured his agreement around my dick before taking more inside. I had definitely taught him well, I thought as I pushed forward.

Soon I was pressing against his throat. I could feel him try to relax. With both my hands holding him, I thrust forward and immediately groaned as I invaded his tight tunnel.

“Fuckkkkk…” I gasped, holding his head against my groin.

I felt his throat constrict around my tip and I let him up, spluttering and coughing. Letting him get his breath back, I looked over his padded shoulders and saw his firm ass clad in his skin-tight white bottoms. Damn, it looked so good.

“You remember the article said that cum needs to spread around…”

Rocky looked up with his big blue eyes still watering from the deep throat. I thought I saw a hint of eagerness from him but he quickly moved lower to take my balls in his amasya escort warm mouth.

“Ohhh yes, that’s good!” I groaned.

My cock was lying across his face, it would have been the perfect profile picture for Grindr. He moved to my other heavy ball and bathed it. He definitely knew how to tease me but I needed his ass again. It had consumed my thoughts since Saturday night.

Pulling away from him, I saw his chin was glistening with spit. Rather than wait for me to say something, he stuck out his tongue and licked from the base of my shaft to the tip.

“Fuckkkk… No! I… I think I need to give you my cum from both directions.”

He stopped licking my cock long enough to look confused.

“Trust me on this. Bend over and grip the bench!” I demanded.

There was no hesitation from Rocky. Leaning forward, he placed his hands on the same bench he would sit on before a game. The tight fabric was at stretching point over his large ass. With almost reverence, I placed a hand on his ass and squeezed.

Hearing him softly groan, I shivered excitedly. My other hand joined the first, massaging and gripping the firm yet soft flesh. I couldn’t wait much longer and judging from the way Rocky thrust his ass towards me, he was definitely ready to be fucked.

Forcing my fingers under his waistband, I rolled the material down to his knees.

“Fuck yes…” I whispered when I saw he was wearing a jockstrap. It was my dream image.

His cheeks were so muscular that his asshole was hidden to me. Pushing his shoulders further down, his large cheeks spread open, finally allowing me to see his tight pink asshole.

Looking around for some lube, my eyes spotted his shower gel left out on the bench as if Rocky had been expecting me to fuck him. Flicking open the top, I poured it all over his exposed ass. With my cock still glistening with his saliva, I gripped then aimed it at his entrance.

Pushing against the clenched muscle, I felt it slowly give, allowing me to sink in, to the sound of a sharp intake of breath from Rocky.

“Yessss…” I groaned.

With his asshole well lubed, I drove inside until I came to a rest against his firm cheeks. Looking up I saw Edwards in large white letters on the back of his jersey, it was a sight that inspired a team but for me, it only inspired lust.

Gripping the elastic of his jockstrap, I began to move in and out of his clenching tunnel. It didn’t take me long to pick up speed, his tight ass relaxed as it got used to my thickness and with the gel coating my length, I could drive in and out easily.

The sound of my hips slapping against his ass filled the room. He was starting to push against me, wanting me to fuck him harder. His moans grew louder and I decided to taunt him.

“Look up at your jersey!” I demanded.

He looked up to see the big number seventy-two and his surname staring back at him.

“The next time you wear that, all you will remember me, is me fucking your ass!”

Rocky groaned.

“When you walk out onto the field, with thousands of people watching and cheering for you, you’ll be thinking of me. As you bend over for the next play, you’ll be wishing you were bending over for my cock!”

“Fuck…” Rocky breathed and the huge muscles on his back and shoulders tensed.

“Tell me what you feel!” I said as I buried myself inside the linebackers ass.

He didn’t respond, which gave me the perfect excuse to do what I had wanted to do since I had first met him, and spank his ass.

Lifting my hand, I brought it down hard. His cheek barely moved but slowly the tanned skin turned red. He cried out, more in surprise than pain, then groaned as the warmth spread through his body.

“Tell me!” I ordered, spanking him after each word.

“I feel your cock inside me… fuck it feels big!” He groaned. “Fucking hell… “

I saw he was looking to the left, following his gaze, I noticed a large mirror on the wall. The sight of his massive, muscular frame bent over with my slim body slamming into him was enough to make both of us cum.

“Holy shitttt!” Rocky’s head shot back as he let out an animalistic grunt. His whole body tensed and his muscles tightened, milking the spunk from me.

“Cumming… fuckkkk” I cried, pushing balls deep inside him, I drenched his ass with cum. Despite cumming hard that morning, I could feel load after load erupt from my cock. With each shot, Rocky moaned blissfully.

With my whole body shuddering from the intense orgasm, I let go of Rocky’s hips and he slumped to the floor, panting.

The sudden coolness of the air made my sensitive cock twitch, dripping gel and cum to the floor. Even though Rocky was a post orgasm mess, I noticed, with satisfaction, that he had made sure that none of my cum escaped his well fucked ass.

Suddenly, my legs felt weak and I stumbled to the bench and heavily sat down. Leaning back, I inhaled and immediately recognised the smell. Looking up, I smiled as I confirmed that I was sitting in Rocky’s area. I knew his body too well now.

A couple of minutes passed before either of us moved. Rocky turned to sit down so he could pull off his shorts and jockstrap. Now on his feet, he took off his shirt and pads, he then had to peel off his compression top giving me an inadvertent strip tease as he wrestled with the skin-tight fabric against his huge pecs.

Monday morning, Jamie and DJ woke up in Jamie’s bed, kissed each other good morning, and showered together. They got dressed for school, and roamed into the kitchen where Carl was having coffee and chatting with Karen, while she was preparing breakfast for all of them.

“Good morning boys,” Karen greeted warmly, “Did you both sleep well?”

“Mom,” Jamie answered, “We always sleep well, when we’re together.”

“DJ,” Karen asked, “Does your Dad work today?”

“Yes, Mom, 3 to 9 tonight.”

“I know you two usually stay over at Doug’s on Monday nights, but you get done with classes about 3:00. Why don’t you come back here after class, and I’ll fix you boys a nice dinner, and you can go to DJ’s later.”

Jamie replied, “Today’s going to be a little different. We have that organizational meeting at 5:00 PM at school, and I don’t know what time it will be over. It might be as late as 7:00 or 7:30 when we actually leave campus, and we’ll probably go right to DJ’s.”

“What organizational meeting is that?” Carl asked.

“There are some kids wanting to organize an LGBT club on campus,” Jamie explained, “one of the professors has volunteered to be our advisor. We’re just trying to get it set up.”

“I’m lost,” Carl said, “What is LBT?”

“It’s LGBT, and stands for Lesbian, Gay, Bi-sexual and Transgender, It’s a support and social group for those of us that are not straight, where we can discuss issues, and make friends with other like minded students.”

Karen asked, “Can you define Transgender?”

“Probably not exactly, but, you met our friend Mattie at the party Saturday night, he is an F2M Trans, in his case, he is a boy trapped in a girls body, and when he gets done with everything, including surgery, he will be a man.”

“We like Matt, a lot,” DJ said, “but he has a long road ahead, and he really needs understanding friends, like Jamie and me.”

“So this professor that is going to be the advisor,” Carl asked, “Is he gay?”

“We don’t know,” Jamie replied, “he may just be gay supportive.”

“You know, boys,” Carl said, his eyes a little wet, “I’ve come a long way. I was pretty homophobic, until Jamie came out as gay. I was also somewhat racist, until Jamie fell in love with a certain young black man, that I’ve quickly learned to love and respect. I’m sure I have further to go, and more to learn.”

Jamie, standing up, “Baby, we gotta get out of here or we’ll be late!” Jamie ran back to the bedroom to grab their backpacks.

DJ and Carl both stood up and Carl, wrapping his arms around DJ, “DJ, I’m dead serious when I say I love you, as a son,” and kissed DJ on the cheek.

DJ replied, “Thanks, Dad, and I love you too.” Carl beamed, when DJ called him ‘Dad’, it was like the ultimate display of respect.

Jamie and DJ headed out the door saying, “Bye Mom, Bye Dad.”

Karen yelled out, “Have a good day, and I hope your meeting goes well.”

Karen spoke, “Carl, I’m proud of you, I’m really happy that you have accepted DJ the way you have.”

Carl, hugging his wife, “Babe, you know I can’t lie, DJ has captivated me, how can anyone not love him? He is simply an outstanding young man! I so much enjoy having him around.”

“He’s a charmer,” Karen said, “and in such an innocent way, I knew I liked him, the very first time I met him. It’s no wonder that Jamie fell for him!”

* * * * * * * * * * *

DJ and Jamie are chatting on the way to campus.

“DJ, I’m really proud of my Dad, and very happy at the way he is responding to you. I never dreamed he would love you like he does.”

“He may be just putting on a front, to make you feel better.”

“Nope, I know my Dad, and as I told you a few days ago, what he thinks in his head, comes out of his mouth. He really does love you. He told me, a couple of days ago, that if anything ever happens to Doug, you still have a home, at our house.” DJ smiled.

“Jamie, our English class gets over at three and we have a couple hours to kill before that five o’clock meeting. I wonder if the school will accept my adoption certificate, and get my name changed over?”

“One way to find out is to try it,” Jamie replied, “I think admin closes at 4:00 PM, is Mattie meeting us for lunch?”

“As far as I know, I hope so, I’m kind of anxious to see how that meeting is going to go, and how many students will show up.”

“I suspect there will only be maybe 6 or 8 today, as most of the students won’t even be aware of the club, until after it is actually formed, and we can put out some flyers. I’m wondering what Mr. Finch will be like.”

They pulled into the parking lot at campus about 9:45, and looked around but didn’t see Mattie’s car anywhere, but he might just not be here yet. Once inside, Sandy spotted them and approached them.

“You two are coming to the meeting today aren’t you?” Sandy asked.

“Yeah, we plan to be there,” DJ replied, “Sandy, I got some great news to share with you, if you have a minute.”

“I’ve got about 5 minutes, so hurry.”

“OK, my adoption kastamonu escort was approved, so I have a new name now, Douglas Joseph Kendall, and there’s more, yesterday, the man my Dad has dated for over 20 years proposed, and my Dad said ‘yes’. So not only do I have a father now, that loves me very much, but I’m also going to have an awesome step-dad. I’m so excited I could pee my pants!”

Sandy, laughing, and hugging DJ, “We do have restrooms for that, and I’m so happy for you and your Dad. So your father is gay?”

“Well, he has been my foster father for the last 6 or 7 months, and yes, he is gay. Is Mr. Finch gay?”

“No,” Sandy replied, “he is straight, but he is a strong supporter of Human Rights, and the LGBT community. I gotta run, see you at 5:00, Room 122.”

Mattie hooked up with Jamie and DJ at lunch, and stated he was definitely going to be at the meeting, and had a class at 3:00 but would maybe try to catch up with them in the student lounge between 4 and 5. After their English class finished at 2:50 PM, DJ (and Jamie) headed to Admin, to see if DJ could get his name changed over.

The lady in admin said she could change it over in the system, based on the adoption certificate, but that they needed a copy of the actual Birth Certificate, for the file, as soon as DJ could supply one. She printed him off some copies of the name change document to give to each instructor so they could change it in their registers.

At about 4:45 PM a handful of students filtered into Rm 122. The room did not have desks, as most of them did, but tables, each capable of seating four students. The instructors podium was placed at the right hand end of the room, and faced the ends of the tables, rather than the long sides, so students viewed the instructor and blackboard by looking either to the right or left, depending on which side of the table they sat at.

At 4:55, Sandy walked up and took the podium.

“Hi everybody, and thank you all for coming here today,” Sandy announced, “I have met and talked with most of you within the last 2 or 3 weeks, about forming an LGBT club, or organization here on our campus. In order to be recognized as a legitimate organization, we needed to have an advisor. I contacted at least twenty faculty members, asking them to consider being an advisor for this group, and most turned me down, but finally, our Chemistry professor, Mr. Gordon Finch, accepted the challenge. May I proudly introduce, Mr. Finch.”

This Forty-something year old man, with salt and pepper hair, stepped to the podium.

“Thank you Sandy, Hi kids, let me rephrase that, Good Afternoon, Ladies and Gentlemen. You know when somebody gets to be in their Forties, and you are looking at a group of 18 to 25 year olds, you’re all kids to me, so I don’t mean that in a derogatory way. I need to ask a very important question though, is anyone in this room under the age of 18?” There was no response.

“Good. Because of the nature of this organization, it could, at times, allow discussions of a sexual nature, which would be considered inappropriate for anyone under 18 to hear or participate in. We do have a few students on campus that are only 17, and they would be considered too young.”

“Of course,” Finch said, smiling, “the old and wise tell us that “children” under 18 aren’t old enough to know if they might be Lesbian, or Gay or Trans. None of you knew anything about your sexuality back when you were in High School, or before you were at least 18, right?” The room rocked with laughter.

“When Sandy Weaver first approached me, and requested me to possibly become an advisor for this new group, my first response was no, I’m not involving myself with something like this. Then I softened a little, and I told her I would consider it, and that I needed a couple days to think it over.”

“That night, I discussed it with my wife, and we decided I should do it. The next day I phoned Sandy, and asked her if she had found an advisor, and she told me she hadn’t, yet. I told her that she had, and I would do it. I felt kind of bad, when I heard her break down over the phone, and I broke down, my wife had to bring me tissues.”

“So why did I have that change of heart, and decide to take this challenge? There are a few reasons. My wife and I are both active supporters of the Human Rights Campaign Fund, the leading organization for the promotion of Equal Rights, and Marriage Equality. We believe that any person has the right to love and marry who they choose, not what government or society, or religious zealots choose.”

“I probably don’t need to tell you, but I am 100% straight, happily married for almost 20 years, with two wonderful teens in middle and high school. If either of them ever happen to come out as gay, they will be loved just as much as they are today. I do, however, have a couple in my family that are more like some of you.”

“My oldest sister, 15 years my senior, lived with another woman, a “roommate” if you will, and kayseri escort I often stayed with them on weekends, or sometime on spring break or summer vacation. The roommate had a boy, Rusty, that was my age, about 10 years old, so when I was there, I also had a playmate. They had 2 bedrooms, the ladies room and Rusty’s, of course Rusty and I slept together, and thought nothing of it, just 2 boys. Rusty and I slept together a lot, until we were about 16, and it just became ‘too gay’ for either of us.”

“I was curious though, and I started asking questions of my sister. She explained to me, in a way that a 10 year old could understand, about how sometimes girls like girls, and boys like boys, and there is nothing wrong or weird about it, it’s just how some people are. My sister, and her, now, wife have been together for over 35 years, and married for 2. For the record, Rusty has been married to his wife for about 20 years and they have 4 beautiful children. Does that substantiate how children raised in a same sex environment turn out gay?”

“One more quickie, my older brother’s youngest son, Ricky, came out to the family just a few months ago as gay, and he is 13, and still loved by us all, he’s a great kid.”

“I need to tell you, this school has a very strict anti-discrimination policy, which forbids discrimination against Race, Ethnicity, Religion, Gender or Sexual Orientation. Just about two years ago, three male students beat the daylights out of a gay student, put him in the hospital for 2 weeks. All three were permanently expelled, the gay student graduated this past May with high honors. You guys, and girls, are kind of a protected species here. If any of you ever get threatened, or abused, even verbally, report it.”

“I know I took a lot of time up today, but I thought these were things you really needed to know, about me, why I am your advisor, and about school policy. This is your club, how and what you do is your choice, I’m here to assist you and advise you. You guys need to come up with a name for the club, and probably elect some officers. I feel, if the membership is to grow, you need to find a way to promote it, maybe posters, or flyers. I know this group can grow, there are a lot more of your sisters and brothers on this campus, but they don’t know you exist, yet. Sandy has done very well to get this many together for a first meeting, and I’m going to turn this podium back to her and take a seat.”

“You know guys,” Sandy said, “I wanted so much to see this group form, and I was really getting discouraged, unable to find a faculty member willing to be our adviser, and that was an essential element. When Mr. Finch told me he would do it, it was like the weight of the world was lifted from my shoulders. Yeah, I’d like to think I’m strong, and I did break down, it was like Niagara Falls fell!”

A tall, lanky young man stood up.

“Can we get your name, and what you’d like to say?”

“I’m Phil, and I have a question for the room, what is every college kids’ favorite food?”

At least 7 or 8 voices hollered ‘Pizza!”

“Exactly!” Phil returned, smiling, “So what if we sponsored a pizza party, combined with a membership drive? Only open to LGBT students.”

“How do they prove they are LGBT?” Sandy asked.

“Kiss test. It works like this.”

Phil, walking over to DJ, and motioning him to stand, “What is your name?”

“DJ.”

“I’m Phil, glad to meet you.” And kissed DJ’s lips, and DJ instinctively placed his hand behind Phil’s head and kissed back. Jamie seemed just a tad jealous and tried playing a little tit for tat, walking over to a blue eyed black haired boy.

“What’s your name?” Jamie asked, “I’m Jamie.”

“Bryan,” he answered, and Jamie kissed him on the lips, Bryan closed his eyes and tried to push his tongue into Jamie’s mouth, and Jamie let him, for a few seconds. DJ walked over and grabbed Jamie’s hand, dragging him back to his seat.

“You’re enjoying that too much, baby!” DJ said.

“You enjoyed kissing Phil, too.”

Phil did one more test, walking over to Sandy’s girlfriend, and tried to kiss her. She jumped up, knocking the chair over and yelled, “I don’t kiss boys!”

“Just proving a point,” Phil stated, smirking, “I knew she wouldn’t let me.”

“She’d better not Phil, no telling where your mouth has been!” Sandy retorted, grinning, Okay everybody, we’ve had a little fun the last few minutes, but we need to get serious. In reality, we don’t need to do the Kiss Test. The straight folks aren’t likely to come into an LGBT pizza party, because they don’t want to be guilty of being gay by association.”

“Jamie, you have something to offer?”

“I work at Anthony’s Pizzeria, and we have a party room. He’s gay friendly and, if we had it at the right time I could likely get us a good deal. We can’t do Monday evening cause we’re closed, but how about a Saturday morning, say 11:00 AM?”

“See what you can work out, Jamie, and report back,” Sandy answered, “Since kıbrıs escort we’re just in the beginning stages of organizing, there is so far only about 11 of us, I think we need to concentrate on getting the word out, that we’re here. Is there anyone here that is maybe into graphics, that could possibly design some flyers, or maybe posters?”

“Bryan and I could work on something like that,” Phil stated, “but don’t we kind of need a name for this group?”

“Yes,” Sandy replied, “I’ve been trying to come up with something. I’d like to see something with ‘Rainbow’ in the title, but maybe someone else has a better idea. It’s open right now, ideas anyone? Matt?”

“How about ‘Community Rainbow Alliance’?” Mattie suggested.

“I like that,” one of the girls commented, “It gets the Community in there.”

“Working Together for a better Tomorrow could be a slogan.”

“How does this sound,” Bryan said, ‘Rainbow Alliance, working towards a Better Community.”

Phil added, “And have each letter of the ‘Rainbow Alliance’ in different colors from the Pride flag.”

“What do you think, Mr. Finch?” Sandy asked.

“I like the slogan, as Bryan put it, and I think the Rainbow Alliance part should be like the rainbow spectrum. It’s really up to you guys, it’s your baby.”

“Can we get a show of hands to name our club ‘Rainbow Alliance’?”

Sandy, counting, “Ten out of Eleven, I guess we have a name! Can you two, Phil and Bryan, try to create a couple options for us to look at next week?”

“Yes,” Phil said, “we’ll at least have something, might not be the final.”

“Mattie, you want to say something?”

“Since we don’t really have enough members yet to do an election, and Sandy has worked so hard to get us this far, I’d like to make a motion to install Sandy Weaver as interim coordinator of the Rainbow Alliance.”

“All those in favor, say aye.” A bunch of aye’s were heard.

“All those opposed, nay.” Dead Silence.

“Guys, I really appreciate that vote of confidence, and I will do whatever I can to keep this ball rolling. Next Monday, same time, same place! Y’all have a pleasant week.”

Jamie, while driving to DJ’s house, “You were really jealous of Bryan, weren’t you?”

“Jamie, after all these years, my life is finally coming together. There are two people in my life that really means the world to me, and that is you and Dad. I think I would die if I lost either one of you.”

“DJ, Bryan seems like a pretty nice guy, and he may become a good friend to us, but you have my heart. We were just having a little fun, and besides, I think Bryan and Phil may have something going on.”

The boys stopped at WAWA and picked up some subs, arriving home about 8:00 PM.

* * * * * * * * * * *

I got home about 9:20 Monday evening and found a sub on the table with a note that said ‘we saved this for you, Dad.’ I cannot help but admire how thoughtful these boys are, and realize how much I love them both. I then ate the sub, as I was a bit hungry.

About 10:00 PM I received a phone call from my boyfriend, make that fiancée. I answered.

“Hi baby, what’s up?”

“Doug, I’m due to work at 11:00 and I get off at 7:00 in the morning. I’d like very much to pick you up, about 7:30 and take my fiancée out for breakfast. Just the two of us, would that be cool?”

“Sure, Joe, any particular reason?”

“Yeah, a couple reasons, first I just want to see you, and there are a couple things we need to discuss.”

“I’ll be ready, thanks Joe, and have a good shift.”

I am quite certain the boys are probably in bed. I couldn’t see any light under the door, and quietly opened it a couple of inches.

“Are you boys still awake?” I asked, softly.

“Yeah, Dad, we only went to bed about 10 or 15 minutes ago.” DJ answered.

“Thanks for the sub, and I probably won’t be here when you get up, Joe is taking me out to breakfast about 7:30.”

“Your welcome Dad, and we are quite capable of getting our own breakfast. We hope you and Joe have a good time.” DJ said, “Goodnight Dad.”

“I’m wondering, DJ,” Jamie spoke, “Maybe Joe is going to take Dad ring shopping tomorrow.”

“I hope so, baby, maybe we’ll find out soon, or maybe they want to discuss a wedding date?”

The two boys were already cuddled together, and soon fell asleep. Doug set his alarm for 7:00 AM, and also soon drifted off to sleep.

* * * * * * * * * * *

My alarm went off at 7:00 AM Tuesday and I dragged myself out of bed, knowing my Joe would be here to pick me up soon. I quickly freshened up and shaved in the bathroom, then dressed, casually. I didn’t bother to make coffee this morning, if DJ wants some, he can make it. Joe arrived, and walked in the kitchen door at just about 7:30, still in his police uniform.

Joe, wrapping his arms around me, “You ready, Babe?” and kissed me warmly.

“About as ready as I’ll ever be,” I stated, “I’m a little surprised you’re still in uniform.”

“I didn’t want to waste the time changing, and I didn’t plan on us going to a high class place anyway, Is Denny’s OK?”

“Denny’s is fine,” I replied.

It only took about ten minutes to drive to Denny’s from my house, we walked in and were seated by the hostess, and both order coffee to start. The waitress brought our coffee and took our breakfast orders, which Joe stated were on one check.

Chapter 14.

In which our hero takes a stroll in the park.

After my stop in the park on the way home from my training ride discussed in chapter 10, the park became a subject of interest on subsequent training rides. The park was often on the way home from a ride and when it was not, I often did a minor detour in order to ride by and often to stop. Occasionally I would see a police squad car parked in the parking lot and would always stop on those occasions to chat with the police officer. Twice it was officer B who would invariably address me in his familiar jocular manner, ‘hey kid, how is it hanging?’, or some similar crude reference. Officer B had several times called with a proposition similar to the party. But the details were such that I declined; fearing the inevitable that someone I knew socially would be in attendance. I would invariably put B off on the grounds of being busy but encouraged him to call me in the future. He would invariably invite me into his squad car but I felt a strong self-defense reason to decline after our business relationship, and I had no interest in becoming known as a police department cock sucker, and particularly not officer B’s cock sucker.

The park turned out to be an ongoing meeting place for men looking for a hookup. Occasionally there was evidence in the form of vacant cars that the assignation occurred in the park itself. And I was occasionally propositioned for such an encounter. But the risks described in chapter 10 were all too real and so I declined these invitations as being excessively risky. I suppose some may enjoy a blowjob in the urinal or in the woods with the risk of being compromised adding to the excitement, but that level of excitement is beyond my limit. And besides, there are insects in the woods. And police officers in the urinals.

So it is a beautiful day and I have completed one of my several times weekly brutal training rides. My route home takes me by the park and I ride into the parking lot. This is a good place to stretch, have some drink, and use the urinal. It is not unusual to find cars in the parking lot and that is the case today. The hook-up seekers invariably back into the parking space so that they can observe arrivals. In the present case, I can see that the car is occupied by a man sitting behind the steering wheel. I complete my urinal exercise, stretch a bit, and sit on a bench with my drink bottle and an energy bar. Eventually the car driver exits his car and walks over. We chat for a bit and it is clear that he is looking for a hook-up. He is an attractive man in his mid-30s, dressed in a business suit. I have speculated more than once that laborers do not have time to be gay as they are too busy working for slave labor wages. My companion eventually asks if I might like to join him for a coffee or something. Feigning naiveté, I ask where he had in mind. He responds that he lives nearby and that we could put my bicycle in his trunk.

We shortly arrive at his home and he parks his car in his garage. I take the time then to remove the bicycle from the trunk and leave it against the wall in the garage. We enter his home and it is apparent that the dwelling is shared by a woman and children, I assume his family. This is shortly confirmed when I ask if he is sure his wife will not be home any time soon. Of course it is not my wife that will interrupt and short of a violent reaction, the outraged wife is his problem. He excuses me for a quick shower to recover from the effects of riding a bicycle uphill. I exit the bathroom clothed only in a towel and I find him in a similar state of nudity in the bedroom. I discard the towel and we retire to the bed. He congratulates me on my ripped physique, the inevitable outcome of excessive training miles accompanied by the near starvation diet common to elite level bicycle racers. His physique would be considered attractive with the tan lines of a good deal of time spent on golf courses.

My companion and I kiss and caress for a long time, the languor of it all so sensual that we are both aroused and erect. My companion takes a keen interest in my cock, touching, fondling, and handling with unrestrained enthusiasm. He restrains me from more than the occasional caress of his organ, although to be sure he is firmly interested. He has a lovely cock of average dimensions and he is quite hard. Eventually it becomes clear that his desire is that I lay back and let him enjoy himself on my body. And to that end, he slides down so that he is kissing and licking my breasts and belly while all of the time caressing and stroking with his hands. The touching of his hands is non-stop and comprehensive; my belly, my thighs, my buttocks, my cock, my balls, and eventually he slides a hand under my balls and finds my rectum hole. He teases and strokes my rectum hole and eventually attempts to slide a finger in. This finger fucking is not something that I really enjoy and in any case if the point is to arouse me, he has already accomplished that objective. I lean up and caress his face, and ease any doubt in his mind by telling him that I am looking ardahan escort forward to the real thing while at the same time pulling his fingers away from my rectum and ease them up to my balls and cock.

He has been playing with my cock since the very beginning, clearly not with any interest in bringing me to climax as his technique has been the feathery touch and caress. I have much appreciated his restrained skill as I am rock hard and yet I want this to go on for my enjoyment and not a climax. So we are of like mind and his lovely fondling and caressing go on and on. He brushes the backs of his fingers on my shaft, licks and sucks on the skin of my belly, squeezes my balls, his fingers and hands and lips seemingly everywhere in the most delightful and arousing embraces. I am driven almost mad with pleasure as he takes my cock in his mouth while at the same time placing a restraining arm across my legs so that I cannot thrust. He then withdraws from my cock and performs the most exquisitely pleasurable licking of my cock shaft. I am moaning with pleasure. He caresses the skin on my thighs and combines this with licking and mouthing the shaft of my cock far away from the head. It is all maddeningly pleasurable and I am moaning and cannot lie still, such is the intensity of his efforts and my reaction to them. He returns to the most delicate sucking on the head of my cock and I find myself digging my heels into the bed and arching my hips up, trying to drive my cock into his mouth, all the while emitting the most heartfelt sounds of pleasure. He manages my rolling and thrusting with complete calm all the while continuing his caressing and teasing, driving me to utter distraction.

I have assumed all along that he wants to fuck me. We are at the point that he is going to do just that or let me cum. Or I am leaving. I tell him now, fuck me now. He looks up at me while continuing to stroke and caress with his fingers. I am struck at how skillful he is at using just the right amount of pressure on my skin to drive me mad with pleasure and yet not close to the edge of climax. The caressing of my thighs and buttocks is particularly enervating. I reach now and pull on his shoulder to urge him up. Please I tell him, do it now. He finally moves, parts my legs and positions himself. He pulls on a condom and I raise my legs and arch my hips up to him. I feel the head of his cock at my rectum hole. I urge him on in the most graphic language, ‘do it, fuck me, fuck me hard’, as I am beyond aroused. I feel him push in and I emit a moan of pleasure. I reach up and grab his shoulders to pull him down on top of me, his arms sliding behind my knees to hold my legs up. He settles on top of me and I am overwhelmed with the intensity of him pressing on me. I feel him pressing his pelvis against my ass and his cock filling me. My own cock, rock hard, is trapped between our bellies. I moan under him, wrap my arms around his shoulders, and squeeze my legs against him.

As I lay under him, I am rocking my hips to him, encouraging him to fuck me. We are cheek to cheek and I whisper to him, ‘do it, fuck me, fuck me hard’. I am so aroused that I want a battering fuck, to be fucked not on the bed but through it. I feel him pull almost out and then push back into my rectum. He pauses for a moment and then repeats this exercise, pulling partially out and then pushing back in. As I lay there I consider again the dilemma of a woman at the mercy of a partner who can never seem to quite do the right thing. But in this case, I need have no fear as he pulls partially out and then drives himself back in and begins fucking me, slowly at first but then with increasing energy and force. I respond enthusiastically with cries of genuine pleasure which quickly reach the level of rapture. His cock is driving into me and with each thrust; I am driven down under him into the bed below me. As I rebound off of the mattress he is there to meet with a loud smack as his pelvis meets me and drives me back down again. I am overwhelmed with the sensation that he is driving his entire body into me. I cling to him, my arms and legs wrapped around him and my hips arched up to receive his thrusts. The room fills with the sounds of us fucking. The steady smack, smack, smack of our bodies meeting with each thrust, my cries of pleasure, genuine ecstatic pleasure that I want to go on and on, and his grunts of effort reflecting that most elemental of the male, on top, strong and powerful, riding his conquest, triumphantly fucking his manhood into the conquest pinned under him.

We continue for what seems forever, his steady fucking into me, the sounds echoing off of the walls, the smell of his skin, his breathing in my ear. I am rocking and rolling my hips under him massaging my swollen cock against his belly. I am leaking like a sieve and so my cock is bathed in the most exquisitely pleasurable mix of my juice and the sweat from our skin. I am in no rush for him to finish, indeed the experience is so pleasurable that I am trying desperately to climax just like this. I am rolling adıyaman escort and thrusting my hips in unison with his thrusting into my rectum but at the same time trying to fuck my cock between our bellies. I can feel the cum boiling inside me, ready to burst out. If I could touch my cock, I would instantly climax. But I cannot reach it and so the maddening caressing of my cock between our bellies goes on with my climax almost within reach, accompanied by my gasps, moans, and oaths of pleasure. He raises his head and looks down at me. He leans down to kiss me, voluptuously, all the while continuing his steady fucking rhythm. I feel him roll his belly against mine as we kiss and the sensation is enough to cause my cum to burst out of my cock. I emit a long wail of rapturous ecstasy as I climax between our bellies, pulling desperately on his shoulders to hold him pressed against me. My spasms go on and on, all the while his cock driving into my rectum in relentless thrusting.

My breathing slowly returns to normal and I can feel the flood between our belles from my climax. I urge him now to finish. I whisper to him, ‘hammer me with it’. He groans and begins to thrust harder. I whisper, ‘that’s it, harder, hammer me with your iron hard cock, fuck me harder’. Another loud groan from him and he slams into me, a huge smack filling the room as he lands against me. I whisper, ‘yes, god yes do it, hurt me with it, harder’. The effect of these words is immediate. He rises up and looks down at me and begins lunging into me. I cry out ‘yes, that’s it, harder’. He withdraws part way and lunges with the full force of his body into me. There is an explosion of sound as he impacts against me and he drives me deep into the bed. I cry out more encouragement and he continues lunging into me for a minute or perhaps two. He is bellowing all the while and it is clear that he is in rapturous ecstasy, unrestrained to fuck as hard as he can, at his will. I am crying out that he not stop and then he gives a great shout and turns rigid. He emits the most heartfelt whimpers as he ejaculates his manhood into my rectum, his pelvis jerking as he is racked by the spasms of his climax.

He holds himself up, looking down at me, his breathing ragged from the effort, my arms around his shoulders, my hands caressing his skin. I squeeze on his cock still imbedded in my rectum and receive a grateful expression of blissful pleasure on his face. Eventually he pulls out of me and collapses onto the bed next to me, giving off a great exhalation. After a bit, I ask him if he needs me to leave and he responds that he has some time and that there is no rush. The fuck has been spectacular for me and I believe for him. But we lay there together in some awkward silence. Eventually I ask him if he enjoyed being encouraged to fuck hard at the end. He responds that it was one of the most intense fucks he has ever had and he enjoyed it thoroughly. We chat at some length from that point. I ask him about his interest in men and how it is going physically with his wife. He answers that truthfully it is not going very well and that he has performance problems with his wife. She knows nothing about his sexual interest in men. He reflects that in truth, their sex life has never been very good, always seemed to be awkward and at odds with interests, timing, techniques, etc. But he does not want to lose his children so does not want to divorce.

I comment that I found his foreplay skill to be fantastic, as well as his skill in the act. He thanks me and responds that he has very little of a sex life these days, doing hook-ups only when he cannot stand to do without any longer. So he spends a lot of time daydreaming about sex. For his part, both the foreplay and the act could have gone on forever as it will probably be a long time before he has another opportunity. I ask him if he has time to go again. I reach down and slide my hand over his cock and feel him swell in response to my touch. I take this to mean yes. I slide down and drape myself over his legs, his cock just in front of my face. I cup his balls in my hand and slide my lips over the head of his cock. I hear him murmur with pleasure. I slide my lips slowly up and down on his shaft. I tease and lick the head of his cock as I press and slide my lips slowly up and down on the shaft of his cock. There is only the sound of a clock ticking somewhere in the room to accompany our delicate play. I caress his balls with my fingertips, stroking the skin of his balls, gently scraping my fingernails on the skin.

I hear him murmur in pleasure from above me and feel his hand touch my head in a gesture of encouragement. I continue to slowly suck on his cock and it is my intention to finish him just like this, slowly sucking until he climaxes in my mouth. He tastes delicious and he has returned to an exquisite hardness as I suckle. I caress and tease the head of his cock with my tongue. I lick the sweet spot under the head, all the while gently squeezing his balls. He is by now slowly arching and thrusting his hips up to my mouth karabük escort and it is clear that we are both enjoying this immensely. But then I hear him from above ask me if I would let him fuck me again. It is almost a plead to let him fuck again. I take my mouth off of his cock and look up at him. I observe that he seems to be enjoying this and ask if he does not want this. He looks down and reassures me that he is enjoying this immensely but that it has been forever since he has held someone in his arms and wants to repeat the effort now that he has the opportunity, if I will let him. I slide my lips over the head of his cock and take him deeply in my mouth, squeezing on his cock. I withdraw and look at him again. I tease my fingertips on the sweet spot of his cock and feel him stiffen in response. I wrap my fingers around his cock shaft and gently squeeze and pump, all the while looking at him.

I tell him that he can have what he wants but only if he does not worry about hurting me, that I want him to take me as he likes. In truth, he is not big enough to hurt me and while I would prefer to suck on his cock, I have no objection to another fuck and I am curious to see the unrestrained technique. He wastes not a minute climbing aboard, pinning my legs back and pressing the head of his cock to my rectum hole. He is rock hard as he slides into me and emits a gasp of pleasure as his pelvis presses against my ass. His hands are on the bed on either side of my shoulders, his arms fully extended, holding my legs up, my ass held arched up. He is looking down at me and pressing his pelvis against my ass. I don’t know what he is thinking but guess that he is again thinking about not hurting me. I look at his face and tell him that I want him to hammer me. He emits what sounds almost like a howl and presses firmly against me, rocking his hips to press his cock inside of me. I feel him inside, rock hard, straining in my rectum.

He pulls partially out and begins fucking me in earnest. Not gentle like before, but with a fast pace and furious lunging thrusts. Each thrust is not just his cock penetrating my rectum, but his entire body driving into me. He grunts with each lunge and it is like an athlete grunting so as to summon the full energy of his body into the motion. There is a loud crashing sound each time we come together and my entire body shudders from the impact as I am driven down into the bed, only to recoil and then he slams in and against me again. I look up at him and his face is set in grim determination. His hips are working like machine pistons, driving into me with relentless energy and force. His mouth is open and he is panting and grunting with the effort. He is not looking at me but rather off in dreamland someplace, totally focused on the task at hand, fucking all of his male life-force into the body under him.

Each time he lands on me, the impact is so forceful that he partially drives the air out of my lungs. His lunges then have the effect that I am panting a gasping reaction to each driving thrust. It is not at all erotically sexual for me but I am thoroughly enjoying this all the same. The spectacle is beyond words, all of the energy he is putting into this, his seemingly blind unwavering focus on fucking, almost primordial, fucking to plant his seed. I begin to encourage him, swept up in the spectacle and the raw display of male energy and power. With each lunge I gasp out encouragement, ‘uh, uh, uh, yes, don’t stop, harder’.

He stops fucking for a moment and presses hard against me, rocking his hips. He emits a soulful oath of enjoyment as he rocks his hips. And then he resumes fucking, driving his cock into my rectum. He repeats this several times, pausing and pressing hard, accompanied by expressions of great pleasure, and then resumes his hard fucking. I have my hands on his arms, holding on while he rides me. He collapses down on my chest and drives his arms under me, his strong hands cupping my ass cheeks. His face is pressed against mine and I feel and hear his ragged breath. Holding my ass cheeks in his hands he begins short, intense driving thrusts into my rectum. His pace is fast and becomes increasingly frantic, his cock relentlessly driving into me. I hear him groaning loudly from both the pleasure and the intensity of his effort. I whisper to him, ‘yes, don’t stop, do it’. He responds with a loud growl and fucks even harder for a moment before going rigid on top of me. He drives his hips down on me with an incredibly powerful lunge and with his hands grasping my ass cheeks tightly, holds me pressed up against him with his cock buried in me. He gasps out a shout as he ejaculates into my rectum, all the while holding me pressed as hard against him as he can manage.

I hold him there with my arms wrapped around his shoulders. He grips my ass cheeks in his hands pressing me strongly up against him. His shudders on top of me go on and on. He emits a long string of gasps as he completes his climax, his breath ragged from the intense effort. And then I am stunned by what I perceive as a sob from him. This goes on for some minutes as I realize that he is having an intense emotional reaction. I say nothing but continue to hold him in my arms and allow him his death grip on my ass cheeks so that we remain locked together. Eventually he pulls off and lies down on the bed next to me. I ask if he is okay and he responds with ‘thank you, that was wonderful’, and then adds that I had better go.

Toeing the Line

This series is dedicated to the peculiar, the weird, the not-so-missionary of it all. It’s the curious little quirks in our sex lives that show up in the oddest of places. Some volumes may seem pretty basic by now as we’ve expanded our sexual tastes- but nonetheless, we spend the time deliciously celebrating each individual kink as we peruse – the Fetish Library. Please do keep in mind though that these stories aren’t meant to be detailed explainers for the how and why of things, that all participants are 18 and over, and situations where consent isn’t explicitly given are strictly fantasy.

“Hi Kevin, nice day to have friends over,”

Kevin Stevens turned as he waved the girls into the house. Mrs. Whitfield, his longtime neighbour stood watering her peonies smiling from across the decorative fence between the two properties. He’d had a feeling that his parents had asked her to watch over him while they were up north, but from what he remembered as a kid- she was typically just nosey on her own.

“Yes it is Mrs. Whitfield, just enjoying the pool today. I promise we won’t make too much noise,”

“Oh Kevin, I think you can call me Iris now that you’ve graduated college. You kids just go on and enjoy yourselves, don’t give a second thought about me,” Kevin was slow to turn around, returning a tight smile to Mrs. Whitfield’s practised grin. Better not do anything that’ll get her to complain to the parents he thought.

Walking through the house Kevin couldn’t find a trace of the girls, he figured they must have found their way out back. Jill and Tawny were a couple of college pals he’d promised an afternoon swim to. He’d actually just asked Jill, but Tawny was nearby and invited herself along. He wasn’t sure how it was going to effect his agenda having previously had a one night stand with Jill and remaining on good -if not incredibly flirtatious terms- his intent was to reconnect. He wasn’t sure if Tawny would peel out at some point and leave the two of them alone but it didn’t hurt to have two beautiful women spend the afternoon with him.

Case in point, as soon as Kevin stepped out onto the back deck he was treated to a pair of glorious asses in thong bikinis. The women had bent over almost in unison to strip out of their sweats, producing the jaw dropping view for Kevin to stumble upon. Tawny cannonballed into the pool as Jill struggled out of a pant leg, turning to acknowledge the host for the afternoon.

“Its really amazing back here, your parents have a great place Kev, you’re so lucky,”

“Bitch get in here already!”

Free from her clothes, Jill shrugged and jumped in the pool. Kevin took in every jiggling bounce of her body and remembered that crazy night back in the dorms. He couldn’t get the shit-eating grin off his face as he rolled up his shorts and sat on the edge of the pool with his feet in the water. For the next 45 minutes or so he shot the shit with the two girls, watching them frolic and splash about, glancing over at Mrs. Whitfield’s kitchen window that overlooked his yard. The blind was down, which meant they weren’t being observed- something Kevin learned back in his teen years. He relaxed, figuring Mrs. Whitfield probably did respect him as a college graduate now, and returned his attention to his buxom guests.

“Well are you gonna get in and join us Kev?” Jill swam over and laid her arms against his knees. She was so fucking cute.

“Yeah ya perv, did you just invite us over to watch?” Tawny backstroked away her fulsome breasts breaking the surface and taunting him.

“Yeah, I mean shit- I was just having such a good time catching up. Lemme go get changed,”

“Why don’t you just go naked Mr. Stevens?” Tawny swam up beside the two of them, raising her eyebrow in a suggestive fashion. The three of them shared an awkward laugh, but Tawny seemed to carry the bit by tugging on the hem of his shorts. “We’re all grown ups here, we’re all friends,”

Kevin shot a glance over at Jill, his primary love interest, as if to show he wasn’t sure what Tawny was on about and wasn’t comfortable with her come ons. But for her part, Jill had silently begun to untie her bikini top. Kevin was gobsmacked at this turn of events. Tawny simply pulled a string and released her tanned breasts, letting them bob along the waters edge. Kevin’s eyes darted from each set of tits, speechless at the riches before him. Nonetheless, was he actually going to skinny dip in the middle of the afternoon?

“Um, wow. I had not expected this…uh, all of this, I…” He glanced up at Mrs. Whitfield’s window just to make sure the blind was still down. “Okay, you both have to go to the other side and turn around, I’m shy,” The girls laughed and did what they were told, with Tawny pretending to peek. Kevin stood up and stripped down to his white boxer briefs before slipping into the water.

“okay, you can turn around,” The girls swam over with giant grins on their face, but started splashing him when they realized he’d kept his undies on.

“You cheat! We gave you titties and give us nothing!” Tawny leapt up to dunk Kevin, her boobs crashing down on his head. Jill joined in and the three wrestled about in the water, with kütahya escort the girls trying to strip Kev for about a half an hour. Kev tried to turn the tables, chasing the girls to grab their bikini bottoms but found himself thwarted in a unique way. Every time he got close, they would plant their foot on his groin and gently push off. If the horseplay wasn’t already having an effect on him this was a surefire way to get Kevin hard. At one point he managed to get Jill in a rear bearhug, coming face to breasts when she wiggled around to escape. Slowly she slid down his body, her ass resting atop his swollen prick and nearing for a kiss when Tawny swam through his legs and yanked his underwear down. Kevin tossed Jill up in the air and twisted in midair, inadvertently helping Tawny yank off his last bit of clothing. Laughingly, the girls climbed out of the pool and sat on the edge. They played hot potato with Kevin’s underwear before blindly throwing them to the bushes.

“Oh how the turntables have turned!” Tawny crowed, much to Jill’s enjoyment. For all the peril he found himself in, Kevin at least enjoyed seeing their breasts full on display. He remembered Jill’s bubblegum pink nipples but equally enjoyed Tawny’s large brown areola. He may have lost the upper hand here, but if there was a threesome being suggested he would do anything to make that a reality.

“If only he had done what had been promised, things could have gone so much smoother,” Tawny looked down on their host with a glint in her eyes.

“I think we should have him do a punishment for the betrayal,” Jill’s suggestion caught him off guard, Kevin figured that Tawny was the instigator of all these events. He wondered what she had in mind for him. “Maybe we should have him do jumping jacks for us, or run laps around the pool,” She stuck out her tongue and wrinkled up her nose at him.

“Nah, I have something better in mind…” Tawny lifted her leg out of the water and tilted her ankle. “I think he should have to kiss our feet,”

Time seemed to stop for a moment, and Kevin noted how Jill shot her friend a slightly alarmed looking glance. In the cool water he could feel his body blush as he recalled that night with Jill. It had been an incredible night of sex that they never found the time to repeat, but now he wondered if he’d been a little too honest with her. Tawny pulled her foot back to rest on the edge of the pool, the neatly manicured nails painted in red glinting in the sun. Her toes looked a bit rough but the pedicure was immaculate and she had a single prominent vein running down up the top of her foot leading to a delicate ankle. Kevin turned to look at Jill, noticing a moment of hesitation before she offered him her foot.

These toes, that heel- they were intimately familiar to him from that one night, the only difference being the cute peach nail polish she now wore. It suddenly dawned on him that this was a setup. Two lovely ladies show up in bikinis, strip off their tops and offer him their recently pedicured toes? Jill must have shared everything with her friend. It was a humiliating realization that didn’t do much to shrink Kevin’s engorged penis.

With measured resignation, Kevin took Jill’s delicate sole in hand and brought his lips to the top tendon. He kissed it while never breaking eye contact. Going one step further, he hugged the little arch with his hands and laid two sweet nibbles across Jill’s ankle, making her giggle and pull her leg back.

“Sorry,” Kevin quietly mumbled. “I forgot you were ticklish,” He turned to Tawny who was copying her friend and pushing her leg in his direction, as if she was offering him her hand for a dance. When he moved in the water to be closer, he spied Tawny’s thick public hair sticking out from her bottoms and felt emboldened. He would do anything to fuck them both now, his hormones were off the chart. So when Tawny tilted her foot back, sticking her sole in his face- Kevin said fuck it. He gently gripped its sides, planted a kiss in the middle then drew back to lick her from heel to toe. Jill yelped while Tawny moaned and Kevin felt like he had won some power back now. The girls were giggling as he pulled himself up out of the water and sat dripping on the pool edge, his 7″ hard on jutting out prominently between his legs. The laughs turned into impressed noises as he leaned back waiting to see who would be the first to touch it. He looked up to make sure Mrs. Whitfield’s blind was still down then looked at each girl, as if to dare them to make a move.

Instead of a mouth or a hand, it was Jill’s foot that found its way into his lap. Her peach coloured toes pushed against his hard on, roughly smushing it against his inner thigh. Her tiny size meant she could tickle his cockhead with her big toe while grinding her heel into his balls. Tawny pulled his face into a kiss while Jill worked his dick. This was something he’d give into.

Kevin threw back his head while Tawny kissed his neck and tweaked his nipple. In his wildest imagination, he had never considered that Jill would supply him a threesome never mind so quickly recall their first night together and double down on malatya escort his favourite kink. It had been a few years since he realized how much he loved the crude mechanics of a foot job, the feel of grit from a dirty floor rubbed across his shaft, the idea that his cock was so lowly that it wasn’t worthy of a girl’s hand. Tawny licked her way up Kevin’s neck and started dirty talking in his ear. He could feel Jill speeding things up down below.

“Mmmm, Kevvy is a dirty bitch isn’t he,” Tawny mewed in my ear. I uh-huh’d in agreement. “Kevvy doesn’t just like to suck a toe does he?”

“Tawny!” Jill hissed, obviously feeling a little self conscious from her friend talking about our hook up.

“Little foot freak won’t be happy until you’ve got the whole thing in your mouth won’t you ya little bitch?”

Suddenly Jill pulled back and I was snapped out of my trance moments before I could cum. The girls stood up and started arguing with one another, with Tawny accusing Jill of being a prude and Jill yelling at her for making things nasty. Jill started to get dressed and grabbed her bag. Tawny started to shove things in her kit as she watched her friend bolt into the house.

“Sorry dude, she’s my ride,” Leaving Kevin scrambling to his feet with a semi trying to figure out a way to save the afternoon. He looked around for his underwear but couldn’t find them, then realized one of the two girls must have grabbed his shorts and T-shirt. By the time he got into the house he heard the front door slam and felt immediately depressed by the turn of the events. He stood naked in the kitchen and took a couple deep breaths to calm himself before contemplating the whereabouts of his phone. Perhaps there was an apology text from Jill and and a promise to return. It wasn’t his fault after all, it was Tawny’s. She had to understand. Grabbing his phone he scrolled to messages and waited. There was a small gentle knock at the door, and Kevin sprung up; maybe she had come back. He padded out into the main hallway just in time to see Mrs. Whitfield letting herself in and closing the door behind her.

Shocked, Kevin stumbled to get words of apology out while covering his penis with his hands. It was stupid, she was the intruder here- but it was Mrs. Whitfield. Oh god, what would she tell his parents now?

“Kevin Stevens, whatever happened to your clothes?

“I um, was swimming ma’am, I-“

“Well yes but typically with respectful visitors we grown ups tend to keep our clothes on, don’t we,”

“Um, yes Mrs Whitfield, I should, I was just going looking for-“

“Move your hands son, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. I think it necessary I assess the situation at hand in order to figure out if its something your mother needs to know about.

Even in slow state of shock, my brain felt this suspect. There was nothing about my cock that was relevant to housesitting at my parents. And yet I felt compelled to comply. I moved my hands and even spread the out to shoulder height. My neighbour could now look closely at my body and even tough it if she wanted to. Which is what she did. Mrs. Whitfield circled me, gave my ass a pinch and stopped right in front softening cock. Right at that moment a drop of precm had begun to droop from the tip of my penis. Kneeling down Mrs. Whitifiled drew across the tip of her finger and began to rub it into my sensitive glans. As she stood up, her personality went back to that of cheery older neighbour, but one who was currently unbuttoning her blouse. If we’re being hones, there are many sexual situations we’re all confronted with in our lives, and while we have our preferences, and our dislikes- there is no quite an equalizer such as immediate opportunity. Jill and Tawny had set the table, and even without the threat of parental punishment- Mrs. Whitifield was beginning to look good. At that moment, She reached up to grip my chin in her hand and smile.

“Those two girls really are clueless twits aren’t they? Such a fine young man with peculiar tastes at their disposal and they fight amongst themselves over such trivial manners wouldn’t you agree? My body was in her hands now, and I could feel her working her fingers across my shoulders, smoothing her palms across my back and squeezing two big handfuls of ass.

“Good thing about technology these days is you can hide a security camera anywhere, No peaking out the blinds whenever I hear a raccoon. I can be having a cup of tea in the the laundry and keep an eye out.” I winced, while simultaneously wanting a copy of the tape. “And Kevin, there is absolutely nothing weird about your little kink fetish thing. You’d actually be surprised who else enjoys it.” The two of us locked eyes long enough for me to see her downward glance as an instruction, so I looked at the floor and finally noticed she had walked over here in bare feet.

And that’s when Kevin’s resolve began to break down. The asses, the bikinis all the beautiful bare breasts, the kisses and hugs, the freedom of being exposed and the few brief moments in our kinky little trio- now combined with hinted blackmail scheme and this power imbalance- it was too much to bear. batman escort So it came as no surprise to Kevin when he felt himself lowering to the ground on all fours and plant a kiss on the top of Mrs. Whitfield’s foot.

“You should definitely call me Iris now, son,”

Everything about this felt so dirty and wrong, but the giving in felt so natural it acquitted him of his guilt. Mrs. Whitfield, er- Iris had amazing feet. They were larger than Jill’s or Tawny’s but well maintained, with a clear finish decorating her nails.

“The good thing about me Kevin, is that I’ve done plenty in my life so nothing surprises me. You can be a little piggy down there I won’t get turned off I promise,”

Kevin looked up at her smiling face as he continued to kiss and suckle her ankle. There was something about Iris’ voice that felt huskier now, giving her an air of authority instead of sounding like the scold he grew up with. It felt easy for him to give in now. Even though he was a grown man, Mrs. Whitfield would always see him as a petulant little boy.

“Get in there young man,” Iris wiggled her toes and Simon dove in tongue first, spending his time slobbering between each digit. He could taste the dirt and the grass along with the funk from her shoes, happily lapping it up as he moved to the other foot. For her part, Iris loved seeing this virile young man on all fours with his hairy ass stuck in the air. Even more sordid thoughts filled her head before she shook free of Kevin’s mouth and beckoned him to sit up. Like an eager puppy he sat back on his haunches, his face a glistening wet mess. Iris balanced on one leg, planting her right foot onto Kevin’s chest and pushing him onto his back. With the cold tile against his back, Kevin waited for his neighbour’s next move. Iris had taken off her shorts and blouse, shimmying out of her panties to reveal an expertly trimmed bush and wide, sexy hips. He’d never really considered his neighbour a sexual being but here she was, somewhere in her fifties looking fit and viable. Iris moved overtop of him and measured her foot against his erection.

Kevin closed his eyes and savoured the sensation of his cockhead gliding across the bottom of Iris’ arch. He could feel the coarse skin and imagined how much better it would feel with some oil or lube. Before he could get lost in thoughts of a return engagement, Iris tickled his balls with her big toe causing his mouth to fly open. Kevin fought the urge to reach for his cock while Iris broke off for a moment and returned having grabbed a bottle of sunscreen. She gingerly knelt between his legs and squirted a glob of lotion onto his groin. It smelled of summer and coconuts. With two hands Iris covered his cock in the goo and gave him a brief but encouraging hand job. Slowly she moved over his body until she could brush his mouth with her furry labia. The smell of her cunt sent him into overdrive as he tried to swipe at it with his tongue, but Iris slid down to feed him her tanned breasts instead. Kevin ate greedily as Iris stretched out and found his lubed up cock with her toes. Overcome with joy he let out a groan and pulled Mrs. Whitfield into a crushing embrace, jamming his tongue into her mouth and engaging in a passionate kiss. The foot job stopped for a moment until Iris could regain a measure of composure, breaking off the kiss and giving her lover an accusatory look.

“Bad boy can’t control himself can he, well well well,” Iris paid Kevin back with a quick deep kiss before sitting up on his midsection and turning away from him. Tho it had a little sag, Iris’s ass was still round and Lucious, but more importantly was that cleft of flesh between her legs that made Kevin draw in breath. The only thing more he loved than feet was eating pussy, and the fuzzy wet folds Mrs. Whitfield had presented to him had killed off any and all reasonable thought. Kevin went to lunge forward but was stopped by Iris’s feet landing in his lap.

Without looking back, Iris sandwiched Kevin’s sizeable cock between the sides of her feet, taking a moment to synchronize her movements. The lotion allowed her to easily slide up and down his shaft and milk the boy. Kevin sat up and took it all in, alternating between the fleshy balls of Iris’ pads squishing his dick and the sopping pussy that lay before him. The thrill of the footie was becoming too much for Kevin and he needed some relief, so he got up on his knees and gripped Iris’ ankles. His fingers splayed out as he took control, mashing everything up and speeding up the motion. Iris gave in and let him control the final moments, relishing in the frustrated grunts from over her shoulder. Kevin watched her crinkle the pads of her feet together and bit his lip watching the balls of her feet glisten. His eyes glazed over as he thought about jizzing and he was caught off guard when he finally shot off a volley of cum that landed just shy of Iris’ ass. Two, three, four, five, six- the cum seemed to be endless and Kevin devolved into a whining, shaking mass. Iris cupped her feet around his cock as the white goo spilled down her legs and onto the floor. Kevin’s heavily lidded eyes held the image of his seed filling every wrinkle and crevice of her wide arches. He loved seeing it drip from between her toes, and the strings of cum produced when she pulled her feet apart. With equal parts pride and shame he landed back down on his own heels as he panted and watched Iris turn over onto her back. She had a wide grin on her horny face, distracting Kevin by spreading her legs to show him how wet she was.

She felt him grow harder beneath her. His manhood pulsating with desire, aching for her and everything she could offer him. He was so fucked, and she knew it.

Things had been pretty boring for Cynthia all things considered. Her second semester of med school had begun, and though she had continued to toy with her newfound Trinkets as often as she could, it was starting be feel all too easy. She had them where she wanted them, and they did as she commanded whenever she deemed them worthy of being in her presence.

But as fun as owning such pathetic fucks as them was, she wanted more. A challenge.

And one afternoon, she found it.

She’d been sitting in class, half paying attention to the lesson half scanning the room for potential prey, although no one was jumping out at her. They all reminded her of the ones already under her thrall- ensnaring them would be too easy, and too much of the same.

Then it hit her. The professor!

Professor Daniels was in his early forties, with a bit of a dad bod, but otherwise quite easy on the eyes. He was also in a position of authority, and that tickled Mistress Syn’s fancy. If she could draw him into her web… Well, the sky was the limit.

The question was how. Her previous victims had more or less fallen into her lap. He would be a little more difficult. But she relished the challenge and set out to observe him for possible weaknesses.

It took a few weeks, but Mistress Syn began to gather a few useful bits of information. First, he was unmarried- not only were his hands free of any rings, but she’d also heard him talking to a colleague in the halls about his unwanted bachelorhood. That would certainly make things a little easier.

Besides that, she had made sure to note which of her female classmates Professor Daniels seemed to focus his attention on. Even though it was the winter semester, plenty of girls still showed up to class in revealing clothing- herself included, and that allowed her to figure out just what he was into.

Breasts- which didn’t surprise her one bit, seeing as she had met very few men who could manage to gaze upon a pair of pretty fun bags and still manage to put a coherent sentence together. Legs- thank you to the girls who thought a skirt was appropriate attire in sub-zero temperatures.

And boots.

That little tidbit had come about not thanks to anyone else, but due to her own offhand decision one morning before class.

She was in a hurry, and rather than dig out something better suited to the weather, Mistress Syn had simply slipped on the closest piece of footwear she had.

This just so happened to be a pair of knee-high black and red leather boots.

Even though her pants- it really was cold out, covered most of them, enough of the shiny leather was still visible- as was Professor Daniel’s bulge when she walked past him on her way to her seat. Mistress Syn had noticed the familiar look in his eyes as his mind struggled to return to itself after spotting such a sexy pair of boots, but even when it did, he had unknowingly signed his death warrant.

Oh yes, she had him. Now it was simply a matter of putting this knowledge to good use.

She wasn’t stupid- if she acted too quickly he was liable to notice the trap closing in on him and escape. That could not happen. If she were to ensnare him, she needed to move slowly. Set the trap, bait it, then wait for Professor Daniels to fall right into it.

To do that, she made sure to get to class early for the next two weeks. Not only that, but she took a seat as close to the front of the room as she possibly could. And for the cherry on top of the tantalizing toxic sundae that she was, Mistress Syn arrived each day wearing something she was certain to catch his attention.

Every low-cut top that showed off her bountiful bosom was pulled out of her closet. All the skirts and stockings she could slip on to make sure her legs were on full display. And course, as many different pairs of boots as she could get her greedy little hands on.

The first day she did this, Professor Daniels was practically bowled over. He struggled to get through the lesson, although every time his gaze made its way over to her, Mistress Syn feigned ignorance, knowing it would drive him crazy.

The second day, he spent almost the entire class behind his desk, and she was rather certain that was to hide the pronounced erection he was sporting. It took everything she had not to giggle at his obvious discomfort, but she managed. She couldn’t let him know she knew the effect she had on him.

By the fifth day, he seemed to have a handle on things, or at least he thought. Mistress Syn had prepared for this and made sure to arrive that morning with enough time to sit directly in front of him, as well as to set a little something up for later. There was no way for him to ignore her, and she made sure that as he stumbled through the day’s lesson, her eyes were focused on him the entire time.

She honestly thought he was going to cum in his pants then and artvin escort there.

When class let out, she remained seated for a moment, then made her way over to his desk. And the moment he saw her, Professor Daniel looked like he was going to have a heart attack.

“Cynthia…. How… How can I help you?”

Mistress Syn smiled her more innocent-looking smile. “I had some questions about next week’s midterm… Do you have a few minutes to discuss it?”

In truth she knew his schedule- this was his only class for the day, and usually, he would go to his office afterwards to prepare future lessons. At least, normally. Though she had no proof of it, she was rather certain the last few times he’d gone there his mind had been on something besides classwork.

“I… um…” He stumbled, his eyes clearly trying and failing at not staring directly at her tattoo-covered chest. “I guess…”

“Good,” Mistress Syn said with a far more wicked smile. Then she made her way around his desk and got as close as she could without it appearing inappropriate. She wanted to play the innocent student role a little while longer to lull him into a false sense of security.

Once there, she made up something about the midterm- an exam she was already more than prepared for, and watched as Professor Daniel attempted to answer her with some form of clarity. It was clear his focus was somewhere else, and she was enjoying every minute of it. Like a cat with a mouse, toying with her prey a little before going in for the kill.

After a few minutes more, she finally sprung the trap. “Are you alright Professor? You seem a little distracted…”

Looking up from his desk, Professor Daniels’s eyes met Mistress Syn’s, and the devilish look behind her demonic contacts spoke volumes. He gulped, unsure of what to say or do given the situation, but it wasn’t his decision to make. It was hers. And she was about to make it.

“I’ve noticed you staring the last few days… And at other girls before that…” Mistress Syn began, taking a step away from her instructor so that he could have a better look at all of her.

A black sleeveless v-cut top hung over her shoulders, happily showing just enough of her inked cleavage to get his mind rolling. Tight purple leggings hugged every inch of her strong legs, the sight of them getting his blood flowing in exactly one direction.

And of course, the red and black leather boots that she’d worn the first day he’d truly noticed her.

He didn’t stand a chance.

“Like what you see sweetie?” Mistress Syn asked, her voice a little less innocent this time, and she revelled in the fact that Professor Daniels was completely speechless. Good, she didn’t need him talking anyway. Trinkets rarely had anything worthwhile to say, especially while she was putting them under her spell.

Taking a few steps forward, she carefully lifted a leg into the air to show it off as well as to plant it, followed by the rest of her, on his desk. Mistress Syn was facing him, and Professor Daniel’s eyes were unavoidably focused directly on her chest. “I think you do…”

He gulped, his mind trying to come up with something, anything, which could prevent what was clearly about to happen. Professor Daniel didn’t want to get in any trouble, but it was plain to see that trouble was exactly what Cynthia had in mind. And worst of all, he didn’t think he could stop her.

The truth was, he couldn’t. But Mistress Syn wanted to let him dream for a while.

“I.. This… I can’t…”

Mistress Syn smirked. “Can’t do what? Can’t drink in the sight of a sexy student sitting right in front of you? That hasn’t stopped you before…”

She giggled, and he turned red as could be. There really was no way of denying it- Cynthia must have noticed him eyeing her, as well as other students. The fact that she was now using that information against him didn’t take away from the obvious truth of the matter.

“Don’t worry Trinket,” she continued, her tone far more seductive now, “I won’t tell… At least, not unless you want me to…”

Professor Daniels’s eyes went wide, fear overtaking desire for a moment at her insinuation. “No… please…”

Another smile, this one looking like a predatory ready to pounce upon its prey. “Hmm, I don’t know… And I don’t think you do either… Here, let me help you focus a little better.”

Without warning, Mistress Syn planted her boots onto his chair, both of them nestled there between his legs and the toes of them mere inches from his bulging erection. “I noticed you couldn’t keep your eyes off these babies… You like my boots, don’t you Trinket?”

Moving them closer, she gently tapped at Professor Daniel’s erection with the tips of her boots, and even through his pants he could feel the smooth leather. “Mmm, yes….” he moaned, much to her enjoyment.

“I bet you’ve jerked your cock thinking about my sexy boots after class, haven’t you? Don’t you dare lie!”

Her tone shifted in aydın escort an instant, going from seductive to serious before he had a chance to react. Instinctively, Professor Daniels responded. “Yes!”

Mistress Syn giggled as his face shifted, the realization of what he had just admitted making itself known. “Hmm, such a pathetic little Trinket you are, fantasizing about your students’ boots, jerking your cock in reverence to them… Bet you’ve dreamed about kissing them, haven’t you?”

Before he could answer, Mistress Syn moved right right leg off the chair and brought her booted foot to his face. It was level with his mouth, and she slyly pushed the toe of it against his lips.

Without a second thought, Professor Daniels kissed it, and whether he realized it or not, he had just sealed his doom.

“Good Trinket,” she cooed, watching as her professor continued to kiss the toe of her boot. “I love watching a man worship my boots…It gets me so wet…”

As she spoke, she moved a hand down towards her legging-covered crotch and slipped it past her waistband. Her pussy was already soaked simply from drawing him deeper into her web. She would be practically drenched by the time she was finished toying with him.

Professor Daniel moaned, opening one eye to watch Mistress Syn play with herself. After a few moments, she pulled the boot away, only to replace it with her glistening fingers. “Mmm, take a good long sniff Trinket… Breathe me in.”

He did as she commanded, his eyes closing as the scent of her wetness engulfed him. Fuck, this was wrong, he knew it, but he could not stop himself. Cynthia was weakening his resolve more and more by the minute, and she was only getting started.

Once she was certain he’d gotten a good whiff of her, she slipped off the desk. “Lock the door Trinket. We don’t want anyone to interrupt, do we?”

Practically tripping over himself, Professor Daniel rushed from his desk to the classroom door, locked it tightly and headed back to where Cynthia was waiting for him. As he approached her, a part of his mind seemed to realize that he had just shut off his only means of escape, but he didn’t care. He wanted- no, needed, to know what this seductress had in store for him.

Once back at his desk, Mistress Syn pointed at his chair with a black-painted fingernail and said “Sit Trinket,” suppressing a giggle as her professor did so, already so well-trained. “And take those pants off. You won’t be needing them.”

Professor Daniels didn’t need to be told twice. Within seconds his pants were crumpled up on the floor beside his chair, and he could only watch as Cynthia made her way towards him, plopped into his lap, and wrapped her legs around him like a hungry python.

There was no turning back now. If there ever was.

The sensation of her warm body and slightly damp leggings pressed against him was incredible, and that was nothing compared to her magnificent breasts threatening to engulf his face. He could feel her, smell her, practically taste her, and though it was wrong he didn’t care. Cynthia was clearly in control of the situation, and all Professor Daniel could do was follow her lead.

Slowly, she began to rub herself against him, her legs squeezing him and pulling him ever closer to his doom. Mistress Syn allowed his face to graze her chest, denying the prize he so desperately sought. With every movement, she could feel the bulge in his boxers grow larger, and she knew that he was close.

And that just wouldn’t do.

“Do you like what I’m doing to you, Professor?” She asked, her tone all business even as her body continued to give him pleasure like never before.

Struggling, he managed to respond. “Yes….”

“Mmm, I bet you’d give anything for me to keep doing this, wouldn’t you?”

This was the next stage of her plan- hanging another piece of bait in front of him to see if he would take it. Mistress Syn didn’t doubt that he would, but she wanted to be sure before she finished him off completely.

“Yes….” He replied, his eyes torn between her chest and her eyes which were staring directly at him. “Do you… Do you want me to pass you?”

It seemed the obvious answer- that she was doing this to get a passing grade, although that didn’t make much sense. Cynthia was already one of the top students in his class, but then, why else would she be doing this?

“Oh no,” she said, her tone one of mock shock and indignation that he would think such a thing. “I don’t need that kind of help, Professor… In fact, I don’t want you easy… I want you hard.”

She practically whispered that last word in his ear, her hot breath against his face more than enough to make him melt. Just hearing her say it made his cock grow, and between her words and her movements, he didn’t think it was possible for him to get any harder.

But Mistress Syn knew otherwise.

Sliding off him, she pulled his boxers down, allowing his cock to spring out. It was pretty nice all balıkesir escort things considered, certainly bigger than her usual Trinkets but still smaller than most of her toys. Even so, it would do.

Dropping to her knees, Mistress Syn brought her lips towards it, drops of glistening precum practically begging to flow free from the tip. As her mouth closed in, her hot breath blew against his aching manhood, but just as it seemed like she was about to slip it inside, she moved away with a giggle.

“Ugh…” Professor Daniel groaned, the momentary denial more than enough to break him even more than he already was. “Please… Please finish me off.”

Mistress Syn smirked, then repeated the same wicked dance, getting close to his cock, letting him think she was going to touch it, only to leave him hanging with nothing more than hot air and her cruel laughter. “Aww, what’s the matter Trinket? Don’t like my ‘blowjob’ skills?”

She blew another bit of hot air towards his cock, then watched as it flopped around in desperation. Oh yes, she most certainly had him now.

Standing up once more, she plopped back down onto his lap, this time with her back facing him, and her legging-covered ass practically crushed his erection. Professor Daniel cried out, a mix of pleasure and pain coursing through him as she popped up then down again, bouncing her ass up and down on his cock over and over.

Somehow he grew even harder beneath her. His manhood was pulsating with desire, aching for her and everything she could offer him. All she had to do was make sure he could offer something else in return.

“Do you want this Trinket?” Mistress Syn whispered, spinning around and straddling him once more, her eyes locked on his, the sight of the sheer desperation and desire in them making her even wetter than before.

“Yes,” Professor Daniel sputtered, any rational thought he may have had long since passed, crushed beneath the weight of his student seductress.

“What’ll you give me to let you cum?” She asked, her face momentarily turning into a mockery of an innocent puppy dog look that belayed her nefarious intentions.

Professor Daniels struggled, both physically and mentally, but knew she wouldn’t wait for an answer. So he said the only thing he could think of. The truth, even if he wasn’t completely aware of it yet. “Anything you want.”

There it was. Music to her ears.

“Anything you want Mistress Syn.”

She waited a moment to see if he would catch her drift, if he would fully embrace his newfound reality and what it entailed. Only then would she know for sure that the trap had indeed sprung and captured him hook, line and sinker.

Gazing up at her, eyes filled with tears of need and longing and more than a little submission, her professor spoke five words that held more power than a thousand others could ever hope to. “Anything you want Mistress Syn.”

The moment he said it, she knew she had him. And while she would normally leave him hanging, his cock was far too good to waste. But that didn’t mean he would truly enjoy it.

Rising off of him, Mistress Syn returned to his desk and moved her boots so they rested right in front of his cock. “Show me. Show me how you jerked off thinking of me and my sexy boots every day after class. Show me just how much you want to be my pathetic little Trinket.”

Taking hold of his cock, Professor Daniels immediately began to stroke it, his hands a blur as they slid along, spurred onward by the precum he had spilled as well as a need to do as she had commanded. He wanted to show Mistress Syn just how badly he wanted her and her boots.

It only took three minutes. Three minutes of jerking, three minutes of staring at her and her boots, three minutes of absolute submission towards her, for his cock to explode. And when it did, streams of hot cum shot out and right onto Mistress Syn’s waiting boots.

Professor Daniels kept stroking, almost unable to stop, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head as the orgasm she had teased out of him made its presence known. He swore every single drop of cum in his body had been expelled, yet even then he did not stop stroking until his arms seemingly lost all strength.

And when they did, he opened his eyes, just in time to see Mistress Syn recording every second on her phone. She smiled as realization and regret filled his face, but if he thought that was the worst of it, he was dead wrong.

“Don’t worry Trinket, I made sure to bring in one of my cameras before class. I recorded everything. I just wanted a nice closeup of you cumming all over my boots.”

Her professor groaned in despair, the full scope of everything sinking in. She might not have wanted him to pass her, but she did want anything and everything else he could offer. And now she had the means to get it.

But still, she wasn’t finished with him.

Lifting her legs, Mistress Syn presented her now glistening boots of him, his eyes taking in the sight of all his cum. “Clean these up Trinket. I don’t want to walk back to my dorm with a drop of your pathetic loser load on them.”

With a sigh, he leaned over and began to lick her boots, the mix of sweet leather and salty cum filling his mouth with every pass of his tongue. All the while, Mistress Syn kept on filming, much to his chagrin. Then again, there was nothing he could do about it.

Audio fades in.

“Is this thing on?”

“Yes!”

“You want to hear about your grandmother and me. Now that she’s gone and I’m not long for this world, I figure I’d better tell all of it. You are interested in the discipline aspect, right?”

“Yes, Grandpa. Willa expects me to take her in hand once we are married. I know what it involves in theory, but I remember Grandma saying that you spanked her regularly and that both of you benefited from it.”

“When did she tell you that?”

“At Harmony’s wedding reception.”

“Ah yes, lots of booze at that affair. Probably loosened her tongue. Not that either of us had anything to be ashamed of but most folks just don’t understand.”

“I’d like to know more.”

“Because that cute little girl of yours wants you to be her disciplinarian?”

“Yes, her father disciplined her all her life. Even now he takes her over his knee from time to time. Willa’s afraid she won’t be able to function after we are married without firm boundaries and corporal correction.”

“And you don’t want to disappoint her.”

“I’m in love!”

“That’s where it all starts, Jimmy, with love. It can’t be used in anger or to exact revenge.”

“I figure if it was good enough for you and grandma it will be good enough for me and Willa. How did you become a discipliner?”

There was a soft chuckle. “Well, grandson, it started by accident.”

“Accident?”

“Yes, turn that thing off for a moment.”

“Is it back on?”

“Yes, Grandpa.”

“I went and got the wedding album from our honeymoon. It is important that you see this so that all of it makes sense.”

The sound of pages turning.

“Take a look at that!”

“Wow!”

“That, young man. Is your grandmother at age nineteen in a bikini on the beach in, Aruba,”

“She’s beautiful!”

“She was then, and she only got lovelier with time. Now what are your thoughts on viewing this picture?”

“I can’t believe that’s grandma.”

“That’s obvious. Take the fact that she’s your mother’s mother off the table. Does her physique stir up anything carnal in you, boy?”

“Well…”

“Oh, come on. We are all adults here.”

“Well yeah! If I had a time machine.”

“That’s the spirit! Shows you are a healthy red-blooded young man. kırklareli escort The point is, back then, a lot of guys had the hots for my Marion. And it was because of that that your grandmother and I started down the road of discipline. Buckle up lad, this might get plenty spicy.”

“I’m all ears!”

“It was 1978. I was twenty and had a good job in the Chrysler assembly plant. I’d started dating your granny in her last year of high school. I asked her to marry me when she graduated but she made me wait a year. I could have gone to college, probably should have gone, but I was raking in the bucks. I had my own, apartment and had saved almost enough to make a down payment on a house. Marion refused to let me tap that. When we did get married; in a small ceremony with just our families and friends, Marion’s dad paid for a honeymoon package to Aruba for us. Neither of us had been out of the country before. We had the time of our lives. Sea air, white sandy beaches. Marion bought a really skimpy bikini. LOTS of guys noticed! When we hit the beach, there was a circle of guys just eyeing Marion. I didn’t know how to take it, but she was flattered. There were two guys in particular. One was black one was white. Now back then I was a tall scrapping fellow, but these two made me look positively anemic! They paid A LOT of attention to Marion. Now we were both small-town folks. I knew Marion was beautiful. But on the beaches of Aruba, she stood out like a strobe light at midnight. That she was such an incandescent beauty was a staggering revelation.

I admit it got me feeling a powerful jealousy. Once I went swimming and when I returned to the beach Marion was chatting and laughing with those two gents. She said they were just being friendly. Right! Well, I admit, I was pretty steamed. So far, we’d only fucked about a dozen times and her actions were making me feel inadequate already. Those guys wore skimpy Olympic-style swimsuits, and they were obviously big everywhere. Well, it wasn’t right!

That’s what I thought at the time but, before long, I had come completely around. I began to take delight in the fact that lots of guys looked at my wife with lust in their eyes. Most wives don’t get that. Most men aren’t blessed afyon escort enough to have a wife like that. But those feelings were still a few years ahead of me. In Aruba, I was feeling sorry for myself and lots of pointless jealousy.

We went back to our hotel after a long laze in the sun. Marion slipped out of her damp bikini and strode out to the balcony in her birthday suit to hang it over the railing. It turned out that both of those guys were outside the hotel on the grounds and our room was on the second floor. Both guys saw every inch of my Marion. One of them wolf-whistled. Marion spotted them, turned beet red, and hustled back into the hotel room and drew the curtains. She claimed she had no idea they were out there.

Unsurprisingly, this led to the first argument of our marriage. Marion claimed innocence. I called her a whore. Tears all around. I crashed on the couch that night and let her have the bed. In the morning were sensible with each other.

“Henry,” she said, “I did not plan that incident, but I can see why you were upset.”

“Marion,” I replied, “I will take your word for it, however, the incident happened, we have to get it behind us, or our marriage will be off to a terrible start.”

“What should we do?” she asked.

“I’m of a mind to take you over my knee and spank your bare bottom. Whether you knew the men were there or not doesn’t matter. It was incredibly foolish of you to stride out to the balcony naked as a jaybird. What if there had been kids out there, or my father, or your father?”

“You are quite right, Henry.”

I sat her in my lap and talked to her plainly, “I am correcting you for your foolishness and not because I am jealous or exacting revenge. You have been naughty and need correction. This may not be a one-time thing. If you repeat this foolishness, I will spank you again.”

Then, I bent her over my knee, tugged down her panties, and provided a dozen firm swats. She cried a bit but thanked me afterward. From that day on, while we talked often of our honeymoon to Aruba, those gentlemen were never mentioned again.

“But you spanked her again, right?”

“I spanked her regularly. Once we were back home, she tried to learn how to be a good wife. amasya escort Eventually, she learned, But, in those early days! If she got so wrapped up in the soap operas that she burned dinner, or worse, didn’t go shopping at all, I corrected her. Inattentive driving resulting in fender-benders? Spanking. Leaving every light on in the house while the electric company is gouging us? Spanking. You get the idea. Always beforehand I explained why she was being corrected. It’s not punishment, it’s correction and never confuse the two. Sometimes, I think she intentionally pushed my buttons like the time she was forty and still incredibly beautiful and I discovered that she had played spin the bottle with and lost at strip poker to a group of local eighteen-year-old high school boys at their graduation party. She laughed after that spanking. In retrospect, I couldn’t really blame her all that much. Your mother and uncles were just about out of the house, and I had been working double shifts for weeks and ignoring her needs. That spanking was for my correction more than it was for hers. I really learned my lesson from that one. I took vacation time immediately, and we had a second honeymoon. This time in Hawaii. She still turned heads, which delighted me to no end. We fucked like rabbits on that trip. I think it was one of the very last times I spanked her. Maybe a dozen more times over the years until I lost her last year. You see, with enough correction and proper correction, the need for it diminishes.

Not all wives require correction for the same things. Some wives respond well to a single correction, others need the point drilled into them time and again. You have to establish ground rules so that both parties know what to expect. An insecure or wishy-washy disciplinarian is worse than none at all. Never strike in anger. Discuss always. Praise her when she shows improvement and above all shower her with affection. Show her that you love her. Be a caring and supportive husband. Help her around the house, be an essential part of her life.”

“That’s beautiful, Grandpa!”

“Don’t praise me, Jimmy. The question is, are you man enough to properly discipline? To not strike in anger and be loving always? If you are, then you will give Willa exactly what she needs and she will never stray. If you fuck it up, all you have is an unhappy wife with a sore keister and a bad attitude. Only a real man can administer real correction. Do you think you can handle that, Jimmy?”

“Yes, I can Grandpa, especially with you as an inspiration.”

“I love you, Jimmy.”

“I love you, too grandpa!”

Sound of a hug. End of tape.

Hercules woke up coated in an icy sweat, he felt like his chest was being crushed by a boa constrictor. Rosemary sighed softly in her sleep next to him.

He wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her tightly against him. She sleepily nestled her ass into the space between his stomach and thighs. He sighed, feeling a little better. Rosemary always made him feel better.

That first day they had met, he had wrapped his arms around her and had completely ignored his trainer, breeding her slowly. Each stroke, meaningful, and paired with deep loving kisses. Rather than using the bench he was ordered to use, he had lifted her and pressed her against the wall.

He ran his hands through her long straight hair, she whimpered and whined, but he maintained his rhythm and attention. She had finished twice before he filled her, and even after he had finished, he continued to fill her, until she finished a third time, her fluid dripping down their legs and mixing with his.

His trainer had been reluctant to allow him to go to the pairs barn, wanting him to be a high performer in sperm production and insemination, but the other trainer had insisted and brought it up to their supervisor, forcing him to comply.

When they arrived at the pair’s barn, he was anxious. The older bulls snorted and glared at him, trying to establish pecking order, but Atlas had just been standing there, watching. He was immediately drawn to the bulls’ confidence. Atlas didn’t need to establish the pecking order, he just seemed to want to guard his cow.

Hercules then noticed Rosemary staring at the full figured heifer. She seemed entranced. It was that moment that he decided it was in both of their best interests to go make friends. He gently took Rosemary’s hand, and pulled her over to meet the other pair.

Atlas saw his approach and had immediately stepped protectively in front of Bessie. Hercules was impressed by his calm but strong nature. He knew this moment was crucial. He sniffed the bull and stood waiting for his response.

Bessie beat Atlas to it though and kissed Rosemary on the cheek, Rosemary instantly had her in a passionate embrace. Hercules was amused by his cow’s enthusiasm. Atlas smiled at them as well, and then looked back at Hercules. He softly licked his neck, causing Hercules to shudder a little. He quickly dropped to his knees.

Atlas had a large cock even for a bull. Hercules happily took it into his mouth, running his tongue along it, tasting the other bulls’ sweat and soon his pleasure as well. Atlas had his hands wrapped in Hercules’s hair. Hercules took this as a sign to ramp up the energy. He began massaging Atlas’s cock with his lips, creating and releasing suction in perfect time. Atlas finished quickly and Hercules felt his own cock dripping as he swallowed the other bull’s load.

At that moment he had become quite enamored kastamonu escort with Atlas. It wasn’t the same bone deep longing he felt for Rosemary, but it was still love. He was eager to see Atlas after yesterday’s events. He was also curious, but unsettled, by Atlas’s trainer.

Where had his trainer gone and what did Atlas’s trainer have to do with it? He fell back asleep pondering those questions.

He woke again when Rosemary got up to go for her duties. It was a few minutes after she left that Atlas and his trainer showed up. Oddly, the trainer knocked. Hercules sat up, and sat on the edge of the bed. The trainer tentatively entered, with Atlas following. Atlas sat next to Hercules and Hercules nudged his cheek with his nose affectionately.

“Hey Hercules, I’m Mark, can I sit?” The trainer, Mark, asked gently.

Hercules scooched slightly towards Atlas to make space.

“Your trainer was fired yesterday.” Mark said plainly.

Hercules choked a little and began coughing hard. Atlas gently patted and rubbed his back.

“He admitted to me what he had done to you, and I am so sorry you went through that. You put your trust in us to care for you and we failed. I wanted to present you with two options.” Hercules looked at Atlas who just softly put a hand on his cheek and turned his face to look back at Mark.

“You can leave now, and we can undo your programming and send you back to your old life, or, I have lined up a new trainer, who will be operating under my direct supervision at all times until you give me indication to back off.” Mark looked him right in the eye.

His expression was earnest and genuine. Hercules met his eyes for a moment, looked back at Atlas, and then leaned lightly on Mark’s shoulder.

“I’ll take that as you wanting to stay.” Mark smiled a little. Hercules sighed, relaxing a little. They seemed to form a very unsteady base of trust.

“You boys ready to go?” Asked Mark, slapping his thighs once and then standing in true midwest fashion.

The two bulls began following him to the feeding room. As they were walking, Atlas gave Hercules a sly look and a head nod, indicating they should each get on one side of Mark. Atlas then purposefully slightly roughly, bumped Mark into Hercules. Hercules got the message and did the same back at Atlas.

This went on until Mark ducked behind Atlas and jumped on his back, refusing to let go, even when the bull tried to shake him off. Atlas then begrudgingly carried Mark the rest of the way.

When they arrived at the feeding room, Mark hopped down off of Atlas.

“So nice of you to carry me Atlas, we should do that more often” Mark grinned a Cheshire cat smile.

Atlas just rolled his eyes and got to eating. Hercules was trying to understand their dynamic. They fought but kayseri escort their energy was always so light and easy. They would go from wrestling and then Mark would kiss Atlas on the nose, leading to Atlas slowly kissing down Mark’s neck.

Their constant switches from rivals, to lovers was as endearing as it was confusing. Despite their existing dynamic, Atlas took extra time to be affectionate to Atlas throughout the day.

When it came time for the machines, Atlas lay on a gurney and looked at Hercules expectantly. Hercules shook violently as he sat next to him. Atlas gently pulled him down, pulling him close like Hercules had done with Rosemary this morning.

Mark gently took his hardening cock and placed it into the machine. Mark started Atlas off slowly, and Atlas held him and gently stroked his balls and held him the entire time. Hercules began to enjoy the constant suction paired with Atlas’s touch, after the first two loads it started to become a little painful and he began to panic.

Mark noticed the shift and quickly turned the machine off and removed it. Atlas continued to hold him for the duration of his deposit. Hercules relaxed again. When Atlas grunted and his face turned to discomfort, Hercules looked to Mark.

“Is it time?” Mark asked, looking at Atlas. Atlas quickly shook his head.

“Ok, one more then but after that you’re done.” Mark said firmly.

Atlas began panting and soon finished again. Mark turned his machine off and removed it, taking Atlas’s cock into his mouth, gently licking it and then releasing it.

He gave him a few tender licks and kisses, fondling his balls and visually inspecting the area for any wounds. Atlas leaned back and enjoyed the trainers’ manipulations. Atlas then grabbed Hercules’s chin pulling him in for what started as a soft kiss.

The tender embrace quickly turned to Atlas throat fucking Hercules with his tongue as Hercules moaned. Mark softly worshiped Atlas’s cock kissing, rubbing, and soothing the sore muscles. He wanted to make sure his precious bull was always feeling his best.

Atlas had a quiet orgasm, and Mark’s pants had a noticeable damp spot on the crotch. Hercules’s cock meanwhile, shimmered with the lust he felt in that moment.

“Good work today, Atlas.” Mark patted his shoulder and they all began the long walk back to the stall.

On the other side of the barn, Rosemary was quite enjoying her day. It had started with meeting Bessie in the feeding room and now it was milking time.

Rosemary loved milking time more than anything. Her trainer gently coated each nipple in coconut oil, ensuring it wouldn’t get chafed by the machine’s intense ongoing suction. Her nipples stood at attention, making her silver dollar sized areola into bullseyes. Her trainer attached the cups, which kıbrıs escort began gently tugging at each nipple in turn.

She felt the milk beginning to move. She moaned from the exquisite feeling of the suction. Her milk began in short spurts, slowly trickling into the machine. Then it began flowing more freely. Her pussy was dripping at this point with the pleasure of the activity.

Her trainer got behind her and began filling her soaked hole with a bull sized strap on. She yelled out in ecstasy feeling the massive dildo stretching her out repeatedly. It was at this time, where she lost herself so completely that all she could feel was the intense pressure and electric tingle from her pussy, and the harsh suction and warm flowing feeling from her breasts.

At this point she couldn’t make a sound. She felt like she was being drained of not just milk, but of the juices freely flowing from her punished pussy. The dildo was as relentless as the milking machine.

After she had finished a whopping four times, the milking machine slowed to a stop, and her trainer pulled out. Rosemary almost collapsed from exhaustion, but she knew it was breeding time and was already beginning to feel excited again.

She returned to her stall to find a more calm and joyful Hercules then she had ever seen before. He picked her up, her wet pussy dripping down the smooth surface of his muscular stomach. The juices running through the channel created by the deep V at his hips.

He lay her on the bed and began steadily thrusting into her. She needed him to fill her. She so desperately wanted to be filled. She always wanted to be filled. She always wanted to feel a piece of him in her.

She felt him tense as he sped up his thrusts. She could feel her orgasm blossoming deep in her core. He drilled deep three more times before they both screamed in pleasure. They let his cock rest in her for a few minutes as they had been trained to do, before Hercules knelt in front of her.

He spread her knees, and gave her one slow lick from clit to anus. He dove into her, his tongue lapping every last drop of their combined pleasure. He groaned, in intense appreciation for the musky and sweet taste. He climbed onto the bed laying on top of Rosemary. He kissed her deep and slow, sharing the taste he had so delighted in with his mate.

Rosemary licked it from his mouth, and then licked what she could from his face. He nibbled down her neck, leaving little marks, and she sighed. He fell to the side, pulling her with him so that they lay facing one another. He pressed his wet face into her neck, sucking softly until she groaned, then he placed his face between her soft breasts.

He licked and nipped at the pillowy flesh, wanting to taste every inch of his beautiful cow. He fell asleep, his ear to her heart and his face against her warm bosom.

Hercules actually slept that night, dreaming of Atlas’s large warm hands on his ass and Rosemary’s pussy wrapped around his cock. He dreamed of worshiping Atlas’s cock the same way Mark had. He even dreamed of Bessie and Rosemary sharing him and Atlas, each taking turns sucking on each eager cock.

Hercules had never been so excited for it to be morning.

Characters involved in my story are furry which has them walk on two legs and talk. Written for the macro furry community. All characters are my own and are written to be twenty years and older.

***

The crowd in the packed stadium roared as the slender 6-foot-5 bunny woman pulled off a behind-the-back slam dunk over a smaller goat woman. Light droplets dripped from the black and brown spots that dotted the white fur of her athletic body. A sharp whistle blew as the bunny woman was subbed out by her burly panda coach. He told her, “Good job!” as she slapped the paws of some of her teammates before sitting down.

A light mist from the hydration bottle labeled Tiffany, doubling as her drinking water. Her body radiated heat as the cool water slipped down her throat. She felt the pulse of the crowd through her slender body. She was totally killing it tonight.

Tiffany nodded her head towards a petite cheetah woman wearing a business suit, which made her stand out from the crowd of cheering fans.

Tiffany winked at her as the blaring sound of the final buzzer rang out over the stadium.

***

Tiffany didn’t bother to shower with the rest of her teammates and instead met the cheetah woman from the crowd outside the rear entrance of the basketball stadium. The pair locked lips in a passionate embrace with Tiffany bent over the cheetah woman, who had to stand on her toes to reach.

“You were great out there,” the cheetah woman said as she played with Tiffany’s floppy ears. “I think it might’ve been your best game yet. My big super star.”

Tiffany leaned back to her height, dwarfing the 5-foot-5 cheetah to an almost comical degree, but neither cared who would see them together. The tabloids already had wind of their relationship and were finished making a slimy cycle of it.

“How d’you suppose we celebrate, Dalia?” Tiffany asked the cheetah woman while admiring her black spots layered across her copper colored arms. They were thin without an ounce of muscle but Tiffany didn’t mind.

Dalia licked her lips and leaned forward, getting a good sniff of her scent. The pungent aroma of the after-game heat drove her wild over the large bunny.

“Why don’t we go straight to bed and snuggle up to each other for the rest of the night?” Dalia said, pulling Tiffany’s tired body into her as they began to make out a little while walking outside to the private parking lot. “Do you want to girlfriend?”

“I would like that very much,” Tiffany mused.

They took off into the night in a red corvette driving to the luxury condo outside the city and pulled into its interior parking lot. Both began to make out when the elevator door closed and by the time they got into the apartment on the 30th floor Tiffany peeled Dalia’s clothing off. The cheetah woman did the same before the pair snuggled down into their king sized bed.

Both took turns being the bigger spoon before the nude couple fell asleep in each others arms.

***

Tiffany quietly got out of bed early the following morning and tried not to make a sound to wake her girlfriend. It was like this ever since they moved in together. Tiffany glanced at her trophy wall from her time with Empfield Swifts, the city’s professional basketball team. Both had enough income to pay for it, but Dalia took care of the utilities and groceries. Always making sure her best rabbit was in top shape.

The taller-than-average bunny girl flicked on the bathroom lights. The jacuzzi tub lay empty in the right corner, with the vanity facing her underneath a large mirror. Tiffany scratched her floppy spotted ears and ran a paw over the black and brown spots that streaked down to her back to her buttocks, where she began to scratch an itch.

She raspberried from exhaustion, looking into the mirror and ran her other paw up lanky and lean nude body. Past her breasts that looked like mosquito bites then overhead into a satisfying stretch. Tiffany went over to the glass shower turning the handle to release the cool torrent. She jumped at the feeling of one of her plump ass cheeks being squeezed by Dalia; the smaller mischievous cheetah woman kneaded the athletic rabbit’s buns as her paws crept up her toned back.

Dalia knew exactly how to dominate her as Tiffany tilted her head back with her fur standing on end in arousal. Her tail fluff shook a bit from the intense feeling that melted into her being.

“Oohh, so you weren’t satisfied enough last night were you, baby?” Tiffany said.

She twisted around and patted Dalia’s head in playful mockery.

Dalia flicked one of Tiffany’s ears. “No. We were just getting started, my lovely and talented all-star.” She slipped past and lead Tiffany into the water’s embrace, playing with her nipples until they were erect.

Tiffany squeaked in delight, her paws gripping the cheetah woman’s soft back. “I may be smaller than you,” Dalia said while licking Tiffany’s nipples. “But my libido dwarfs yours, my lovely bunny.”

Tiffany pretended to plead for Dalia to ardahan escort stop, which only emboldened her touch. The tall spotted lagomorph reached for the ‘special’ shower oil she bought for lustful shower sex. Dalia’s sensitive nose breathed in the salty green tea mixture as Tiffany applied some to Dalia’s index and middle paw pads.

Tiffany gripped the handle on the shower wall. “Ah, I’ve been a bad bunny. Please punish me, mistress.” A bit of drool dangled from the side of Tiffany’s mouth. She raised her long leg overhead and planted it on the glass wall of the shower door.

“Indeed. In fact, you been so bad,” Dalia paused and inserted her index finger up Tiffany’s anus. “You need be punished, very slowly.”

“Aaahh, fuck! Yes, m-mistress!”

Tiffany bit her quivering lip, enjoying the electrifying sensations that made her quads twitch and buckle.

Dalia went in and out, in and out, until Tiffany’s breath became shallower. Dalia leaned into the towering bunny and rubbed her oblique with her other paw. The cheetah woman nuzzled into her and began to purr.

“Oohh. Meh, ha! It f-feels soo good!” Tiffany said between moans.

Dalia removed her fingers from her girlfriend’s butt and went down, running her pink tongue through Tiffany’s tingling pussy.

She couldn’t believe she was almost Tiffany’s council, being a lawyer representing professional players to help negotiate better contract deals.

It was better to avoid a conflict of interest, having met Tiffany at a high-rise mixer where they spoke about representation professionally at first. Before she knew it a spark had been exchanged that made the two powerful women find mutual attraction. They started as unusually close friends that evolved into dating for what felt like many years.

“Don’t s-stop mistress, I-I’m close, ha, ah, to exploding!” Tiffany’s hips gyrated with Dalia’s tongue as she suckled the lagomorph’s engorged clit.

“Ah, ha-ha! Oh, I’m gonna cum, ah, ah, I g-gonna cum!” Tiffany said repeatedly.

Her pussy showered Dalia with a spray of salty cum. The large bunny girl moaned as Dalia raised herself on the tips of her paw pads, and the couple shared a kiss before they started their busy professional lives.

***

The couple shared another kiss before leaving their luxury condo. Tiffany was dressed in a baggy grey hoodie and tight track pants for her morning workout before professional drills that would last half the day, along with fitting in a magazine shoot for Buxom. Dalia was dressed in a button-up shirt, a neutral blue blazer, and a matching mini skirt as she headed for the small law firm. The cheetah grinned, looking forward to making sure her clients got the pay they deserved.

However, the journey to get to her workspace was a nightmare for Dalia, a reality that sunk in after she boarded the cramped bus line. She was a proud cheetah, but her short height made it easy for most anthros to shove her aside.

Once her stop came up, she edged her way toward the bus exit. Her high heels clacked on the marble floor of the law firm’s lobby; an imposing armadillo security guard waved her through after she quickly flashed her office badge.

“Anything exciting today, Dalia?” He asked, scratching his plump cheek.

Dalia smiled. “Just another day in paradise, Carmichael.” He gave an acknowledged grunt, she could feel his stare as she made her way to the elevator. Like the bus, she was shoved into the corner with the morning rush of lawyers, office workers, and technology employees from start-ups that rented the building.

The office was the same, shuffling paperwork and legal documents of prospective clients. A couple had caught her interest until a massive hand from her large bull coworker rested on top of the paper work.

Dalia looked up and did her best to smile. It was that creep Samuel again.

“You seem to have a full plate there, Dalia.” He spoke. “Need me to help lighten your load?”

Dalia leaned back in her chair, partially to put some distance between them.

It’s fine, I got this,” Dalia said.

“Not according to your last review. Some of our clients didn’t appreciate your sluggishness,” Samuel said with smirk.

Dalia held back a growl and let him continue to talk. She loathed how he used his seniority in the firm to lord over her. He was always ignoring that she was already dating Tiffany but would brush it off. He had said women can’t date other women because it didn’t count.

“…don’t you think so?” He finished, but Dalia hadn’t been listening.

“No, I got it covered this time!” Dalia said with a nod.

Samuel snorted and spoke. “See that you do, and if not we can discuss it over lunch.”

Dalia’s stomach turned at the thought but eased a bit as Samuel moved away. She always found the right words even when she wasn’t listening to his bullshit. Call it instinct, she thought solemnly.

“Ungrateful prick,” She muttered with a flick of her adıyaman escort spotted tail.

***

By the time she left the office, the tired cheetah’s fur was matted from the stress. Somehow, she managed to catch up on her work and avoid the dreaded lunch with Samuel. She loved his look of disappointment, but now her mind was exhausted.

Dalia caught a glimpse through the mirror of the building. Damn, she looked ragged, but smiled, knowing her snuggle bunny would be back home.

However, her smile faded at the large crowd stuffing into the bus line. Fuck it, Dalia thought, having enough of the elbow-to-elbow crowds, and decided to cut through the park as a shortcut to another bus line that would take a longer route but was usually less crowded around this time.

Her dress shoes clacked against the cement walk way as she entered the park. Other anthros were leaving as the afternoon light dimmed, but she pressed on.

Dalia inhaled an unusual scent from a purple tent nestled in the park’s wooded area. The curious cheetah unbuttoned the top buttons of her shirt from the heat, letting her cleavage breathe a bit, and wandered inside.

“Welcome, my dear!” A tall, slender bat woman looked down at her with a sly grin. Dalia tried to subtly glance at the massive bustline of her silk shirt with dark nipples standing erect. The low-cut V-neck made her 36C boobs perky with a flat stomach to match.

Spread out on the table were all sorts of crystals, rings, necklaces, bracelets, and strange potions, among other occult items. Dalia’s eyes narrowed at the descriptions.

“Looking for something special for your honey?” The bat woman said with supreme confidence. The fur on Dalia’s neck stood up. How did she know? She made her way around the table, her finger claw tapping on her gold chain belt, the other claws running through her flowing golden hair partially tucked under an orange head scarf.

Dalia fidgeted with her buttons on her blue blazer when spotting the marble dildo. The bat woman was inching closer, causing her ears to flatten against her head with embarrassment.

“Oh, it’s ok, pumpkin,” She said, shaking her wings. “There’s no judgment in my shop. It’s all one of a kind, and no one has what I got here.”

Dalia tucked her tail in between her legs, now eying the potions. “Do you have anything that will give me more energy than my partner? She is much bigger than me and sometimes I–“

“Say no more,” the bat woman said, putting a paw on Dalia shoulder. The mysterious shop keeper picked up a tiny glass of purple liquid.

She flipped the glass between her fingers. “Ah! This will do the trick. Apply a few drops to your labia and mix it in with your fluids. After that, you’ll have more energy than any athlete on the planet.”

Dalia perked up and felt more comfortable near the bat woman. She smelled like ripe peaches and was getting a little aroused just thinking about having more energy than Tiffany, who tried to play a more submissive role in their foreplay but would sometimes backfire.

“How much?” Dalia asked, removing herself from the bat woman’s grip to browse some more in an attempt to appear less interested.

The bat woman sauntered around the table. “That’ll be about one hundred, but I will sell it to you for seventy as a 30 percent first customer discount.”

Dalia looked up at the bat woman and smiled. “You drive a hard bargain, Miss?”

“Just call me Clarissa.” She handed Dalia a card in the holder next to the iPad. Dalia took it and read “Moonlight Pleasures.”

“For all your deepest desires.” Clarissa said, her eye lashes fluttered. “If you need a special delivery, call the number on the card. I tend to not stay for long in one place.”

Dalia eyed the toe rings and jewelry. “I’ll keep that in mind.” She thanked Clarissa and paid with her with credit card for the liquid. As she existed the the tent, she got half way down the path, admiring her purchase. The business’ card had the image of a purple moon over water. Dalia smiled and turned back to look at the purple pop-up shop, but it had vanished.

***

It was turning twilight outside when Dalia got back to the apartment, she immediately undressed and flopped down nude on the large bed. The cheetah felt herself up and stretching on the soft mattress, letting the stress of her work day melt away in the silk sheets. Its fabric sent tickling static electricity over her spotted fur.

Dalia placed her fingers against her slit. The roughness of her padded two fingers had her purring as she felt her vaginal wall moisten. Dalia bit her lip at her thoughts, focusing on Tiffany and imagining her getting bigger. She was a little embarrassed to share this fantasy with her lovable giantess; her size was what attracted the cheetah to Tiffany in the first place.

With the other paw, Dalia kneaded her soft boob and sharply sucked in air as a little moan escaped her quivering lips. Still moving her karabük escort fingers around her growing clit, she uncorked the bottle and dipped her two fingers in. The purple liquid glistened in the soft light; Dalia slowly rubbed the cool liquid against her pussy, sending more sexual static through her body.

“Ah, fuck! That’s new.” Dalia ground her hips against her nimble fingers, and her tail twitched at the satisfying sensations pulsing into her petite body. She slid two fingers into her damp muff, toe claws curled into the silk sheet. A small squeak uncharacteristic of her species escaped from her trembling lips.

Dalia’s erotic imagination focused on the image of Tiffany becoming bigger than a house. How her athletic body would increase in muscle mass to accommodate her new size made the cheetah’s fingers move faster. Her hips vibrated as she rode the climax, tossing and turning, almost ripping the sheets in blissful pleasure. Dalia felt like a powerful goddess as the liquid worked its magic.

A jolt of energy shot through the cheetah woman. Dalia gasped at the sudden spike in her energy as if she had just woken up from the best cat nap in her life. Fingers worked aggressively into her slopping pussy; she bit her lip at the image of Tiffany’s giant foot-crushing cars. She twisted her nipple and gave a short yip, her breath becoming huskier.

The tingling sensation reached her entire body as the toe claws cut thin lines into the silk sheets. Dalia’s imagined Tiffany holding her in a giant paw. “Ahh, get bigger my giantess, grow bigger!”

A torrent of cum sprayed out on the bed as Dalia cried out for Tiffany. Instead of settling down, Dalia leaped from the bed and quickly threw on some tight-fitting workout gear. She didn’t care if her cum got all over the inside of her short shorts.

The pudgy cheetah began to furiously pump out squats. She knew Tiffany would be doing something similar, the thought propelled Dalia to pulse through her impromptu calisthenic workout.

Dalia felt like she could run in several marathons with the immense amount of energy pounding through her. After 1,000 squats, she cranked out 200 push-ups without tiring, followed by endless rounds of jumping jacks and burpees.

“Fuck! Not good enough.” Dalia threw open the door to their condo and broke into a full sprint down to the park. She gritted her fangs, and now she was beginning to feel the workout as some onlookers jumped out of her way. They swore at her as she nearly ran them over, but she didn’t give a shit.

All that mattered was to become as trim as Tiffany, maybe even stronger than her.

The panting cheetah sailed past the park and made her way to the pier. She spied a familiar purple tent. Good, she wanted to properly thank Clarissa for giving her such an invigorating gift.

Dalia flung the curtain aside. Clarissa held up a mirror, applying pink lipstick with her back turned to the vibrating cheetah woman. The bat woman puckered her lips and winked at Dalia through the clamshell mirrors’ reflection.

“I see you’ve made good use of what I sold you pussy cat.” Dalia took a leaping step to the display, her slit pupils scanning the table. The bat woman causally applied some facial cream to smooth out her rosy cheeks.

“I feel like one of my fantasies is coming true,” Dalia said uncontrollably. “Soon, I might be more muscular than her in no time.”

“That’s nice, pumpkin. Are you sure there aren’t more fantasies my items can’t make into reality?” Clarissa said with a slightly raised eyebrow.

A thought crossed Dalia’s sexually charged mind. “No, it’s impossible.”

Clarissa snapped the mirror shut and slowly, tilted her head at Dalia, and spoke. “Try me, pumpkin.”

Dalia’s face flushed with embarrassment. She had never shared her fetish with anyone. Not even Tiffany. “I-I don’t know, it’s a bit silly.”

Clarissa leaned her large bust forward and place the top of her claws under her chin. “Oh, don’t worry, I don’t judge. I have heard it all at this point.”

Dalia’s ears flattened as she said. “It would be sweet…if Tiffany was a little b-bigger.”

Clarissa grinned ear-to-ear. Dalia’s face reddened. She couldn’t believe sharing something that personal with a total stranger.

“I see. That’s a very unique taste indeed, pumpkin.” Clarissa eyed the table, thinking.

“F-forget I said anything,” Dalia said, panicked. “It’s s-stupid, I know.”

“No worries pussy cat, I have just the thing.” Clarissa said, moving down the table to the jewelry section.

Dalia couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She timidly followed the batwoman’s lead and looked at the display of necklaces, earrings, toe rings, and other fine bits of beautifully crafted jewels. Clarissa’s nostrils flared in Dalia’s direction; the cheetah woman wondered if she could smell her juices mixed in with the sweat from her workout.

“What I have available doesn’t cost money, but a different transaction altogether. I’ve had a rather good deal of business come in since I last saw you, pumpkin.” Clarissa’s hips swayed slowly as she walked around the table to meet Dalia, who shrank a bit from the seduction.

“Oh, don’t be so shy.” Clarissa picked up a big toe ring with an large emerald shinning even in the dim light. “A good merchant always lets the customer try the product before purchase.”

AN: This story is about a couple in their late 30s talking about having a joint child and about making it happen. The beginning is a little slow, some pillow talk about her concerns about having a baby and him needing to assure her that everything will be fine. Things take an erotic turn about 1/3 through the story.

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Lexi and Mark were getting ready for bed. The scene looked as if they’d done this a million times. Brushing one’s teeth – the gentle buzzing of Mark’s sonic toothbrush in the background followed by him wiping his mouth and stubble clean before bed. The scent of Lexi’s recent favorite cleansing milk that smelled of woundwort, apricot and almonds gave the whole bathroom a herbal aroma, as she tied her long brown hair into a loose bun on the top of her head.

In a way they looked like an old married couple at the end of a regular long work-day like this. They had history, years of it, on and off, but they were just recently engaged. Both were mentally tired from a long week, but happy to be home and about to go to bed. They were in their pajamas essentially – some random T-shirt and a simple pair of seamless panties on Lexi and Mark was in his boxers. Mark’s upper body never looked quite as naked with all the tattoos he’d had put on his chest and back in these past years that they’d spent apart. Her favorite was the lonely wolf on his right Pectoralis Major. He was no longer a sleek businessman, but something rougher and more real – the stubble, the muscles and the ink all adding to the ways she knew he’d transformed into the man she’d always known he really was.

Mark placed a glass of water on the nightstand, Lexi did the same with her dark-framed glasses and put her phone to charge next to her. Both were making sure the pillows were fluffy, and turned down the bed in unison, each knowing their side on the bed without discussion. It was just a prime example how their relationship was content even without jumping each-other the first chance they got. Even each-other’s casual presence felt like a thing to be valued. It was about the little touches, casual discussions about what to order for dinner and work – all the little things.

Lexi climbed under the covers first but Mark followed soon enough, switching off the light.

“Ah… it feels good being in the same bed with you,” Mark murmured, his hand wrapping around her in an instant, feeling her warmth.

“I can wait for it to be our new bed…,” Lexi sighed. The move to their house that they’d recently started work on couldn’t come soon enough.

“Neither can I,” Mark agreed, enjoying how Lexi was snuggling into his chest, her arms around his stomach, fitting just neatly under his chin. She was a a good three inches smaller than her, but still tall and slender. His hand caressed the hips of her slightly pear-shaped body, casually.

Lexi stayed like that for a while, hearing the quiet thumping of Mark’s heart with her ear to his chest.

“I know this is not something you probably like thinking about… but I just want to put it out there,” Lexi began. The topic that was on her mind had been discussed before, but not from this angle.

“What?” Mark asked, looking at Lexi’s face in the darkness of the room, their eyes having already adjusted to the dark. He could see her outline and the glimmer of her eyes.

“I just… I just need you to think about what it might mean if something happens to me if I get pregnant and if things don’t go well… That you won’t resent the baby. If there ever is one that is…,” Lexi explained, hesitantly. Saying ‘baby’ out loud almost felt like jinxing it at her age. Besides her previous experiences hadn’t been too reassuring. “That you’ll love them no matter what, and that you’ll be there for them even if I’m not,” she added, suddenly sounding very serious.

“Lexi, you don’t need to worry artvin escort about that. You heard what the doctor said…,” Mark started to say, continuing to stroke her back. The doctor had been optimistic, but they couldn’t pretend there weren’t risks. He didn’t want her thinking such terrible thoughts, those thoughts were almost too horrible to think about. “If you’re having second thoughts…,” he began, but Lexi cut him off already expecting him to have the perfect response by giving her the ultimate decision.

“I know, but I also know that when I was expecting Emma everything went by the book but still the situation turned out dangerous. Still things can happen, childbirth can be dangerous – it’s a fact. Not everything can be pre-calculated, planned, diagnosed. I’ve been through it before. And just… I know doing this is risky, and while I am fine with the risks, I’ve accepted it. I just need you to accept those risks along with me. I need you to never blame them if something happens to me, I need you to be strong for them even if you don’t want to or feel like it…,” she explained, referring to her older daughter who was presently at her dad’s. She had thought about this long and hard, weighing the possibility of Emma potentially losing her mother among other things. She’d even had a good cry about it a few nights ago, trying to imagine it. But she knew that Emma would always be loved, she’d always known that. But she also knew that she wanted nothing less for her future child, if that were to ever become reality.

This was certainly a lot more serious train of thought than Mark had expected, and it did give him something to think about. He didn’t know what to say.

“It’s not something you need to respond to now. You just need to think about it,” Lexi added, noticing that he’d gone all silent.

“I don’t need to think about it. I mean – it’s a horrible scenario to think about, and I particularly don’t want to. But there’s no doubt I’ll love them. How can I not? They’d be a part of you, wouldn’t they?” Mark replied, that part being crystal clear to him. Though using a gender neutral pronoun did make him think about the theoretical possibility of there being more of them than just the one, but he knew that that was just very wishful thinking at this point. “And I can promise you now that I will never blame them. If I feel something resembling that… something that isn’t rational, I know by now how to work on it, I know how to recognize those thoughts, and I promise I’ll never make them feel like they had any blame in it,” Mark assured based on his experiences with therapy, hating to even imagine this scenario. But if this was what Lexi needed, he had to offer her that. Whatever it took.

“Good,” Lexi sighed, feeling a little emotional after hearing him promise all those things. “Because I really want to give you a baby, I just hope I can. I want to see that look on your face…,” Lexi described, her voice sounding a little weak.

Lexi could still recall well that special look her ex had had the first time he’d held Emma. It had been a horrible day, and while she herself had had so many mixed feelings that day, some rational, some certainly not and some just plain hormonal, that look had made up for a lot of the less-than-perfect.

To Mark, however, her words sounded so primal – the ultimate gift a woman could give someone she loved. He didn’t think he could love her any more than when he heard her say that. He couldn’t wait to see her body change, her breast fill with milk and for her to nurse their child. There was something inherently beautiful in that, and sexy too.

“You have no idea how hot that sounds coming from your mouth,” Mark hummed, his hand stroking the side of her face, tracing her lips before dipping his thumb just slightly into her mouth. She embraced aydın escort it though, the act making her giggle slightly.

“I want to have your baby,” Lexi hummed, enjoying making him feel like that.

He wasn’t quite ready to admit all of that emotional turmoil that was going on in his heart and his brain right then – there was so much more than just the sexiness factor, but that was the one that he could place and convey with the most ease.

“Aw… you’re such a tease,” Mark replied, huskily and kissed her.

“I want you to put a baby in me,” Lexi declared in a sensual tone, breaking the kiss for a moment.

“Oh, you just wait…,” Mark murmured, grabbing hold of her more firmly. “Just tell me when it’s time,” he added, half assuming that this included calculating days and taking tests.

“I want faith to decide if and when it happens…,” Lexi whispered, not wanting to stress about this any longer. She didn’t want to plan, take ovulation tests, have sex on a schedule and consider each period a sign of failure like many did. If it happened – it’d be meant to be. Whenever it would happen, even if it took them months, years… she wanted to try. She wanted to feel a part of Mark growing inside of her. It was the ultimate declaration of love in a way – wanting to feel that they’d made this other person together, and to have them grow each day inside of her. She wanted to feel her heart expand from love again just like it had with Emma, and she desperately wanted him to feel that too.

“Each time we make love, I want you to picture it,” Lexi whispered.

“Picture what?” Mark asked, having a pretty good idea already. But he wanted her to keep saying it.

“That you’re filling me to the brink with your cum,” Lexi said in a seductive tone. “I want you to knock me up,” she continued, nudging his arousal with her hand teasingly.

“Ah…,” Mark hummed, kissing her neck and ear.

“Tell me how you’ll do it!” Lexi demanded, all this talk making her already soaking wet.

“I’m going to ram into you like a hammer, make sure all my cum gets deep in you and stays there. I’ll knock you up, I’ll just keep fucking you until we’re both sore,” Mark said in a determined and rough voice, his arousal already throbbing for attention.

Lexi reached out her neck to kiss him, her hand moving from his neck to his slightly scratchy bearded cheek.

The gentle kiss with their lips just barely touching, enjoying the lingering tension, grew exponentially into something more fierce. Something all-consuming, conquering, making stomachs feel all hollow and fluttery.

Lexi raised her leg over his hip, and his arms held her even more firmly by the small of her back, his neck stretching out to reach for her lips even more intensely, feeling like he’d die if couldn’t just devour those lips with all he had to offer.

His lips went down her neck, while she just breathed over his skin, eyes closed, whispering his name when she could manage. His fingers slipped under her T-shirt, the passage feeling so natural, enjoying the softness of her delicate skin, especially the sharp contrast on her breasts – soft tissue compared to those rock hard nipples.

Lexi let out a gasp at his firm grasp on her breast, feeling how her throbbing core was already demanding a lot more than he was giving her right now. He played with her nipples, making her desire even more urgent. She began to tug down his boxers, not quite reaching all the way, but he aided her.

His arousal, feeling several degrees warmer than the rest of his body, sprung free and slapped against his stomach with some bounce. Lexi pressed her hips firmly against him, wanting some friction – any friction, and at that move she could already feel Mark’s smirk against her neck at her demanding attempts, as he continued balıkesir escort to kiss her skin. She hoped somehow her panties would just vanish, not knowing how she could wait a second longer to feel him.

Mark pushed her T-shirt up to her armpits, and she raised her arms to pull it off herself. Even before the T-shirt was fully off, Mark’s lips were already on her breast, his teeth grazing her nipple. Lexi loved when he did that, nipples always being one of her most erogenous zones.

Lexi reached down, needing to free herself from her panties, and succeeded, wiggling her legs the last stretch. The second they were off and Lexi sighed victoriously, Mark grabbed her leg possessively and placed it back on his hip with a rough grasp, as if that was a place where it rightfully belonged, and pushed her to her back, nudging his erection right against her soaking slit in the process.

The mutual groan that followed at that impact was audible, the familiar, yet much longed after contact being so intoxicating.

Lexi moved her head, demanding to kiss him some more, while their hips rocked slowly and teasingly against each-other, letting their need grow into something incomprehensible.

“I need you, Mark,” Lexi gasped, between kisses, being delirious from want. “I need you to fill me,” she urged, and wrapped both of her legs around his waist, crossing them on his back.

His breathing was already coming in small huffs, having held back so long. “You’re incredible,” Mark managed to say, other actions taking priority to speaking.

Every time they were at this point it was as if time slowed, the moment that lasted microseconds, feeling like it was minutes – sensing his tip press against her, sliding in inch by inch and the feeling of being filled to the brink, the feeling of him stretching her – a feeling of perfection.

Mark felt her tight and warm hold envelope him, the feeling very close to being sucked inwards. A breath of hot air left their lips along with their gasps.

The slow and deliberate thrusts worked up their speed, their movements being inherently organic. Arms wrapping tighter around each-other’s bodies, tight holds were replaced with fingers digging into the flesh on her hip or his arm muscles, fingers intertwining, a slight graze of her teeth on his shoulder turning onto a wet and open-mouthed kiss. Truthfully, the actions of mouths, hands and limbs hardly registered, there being only one goal in mind.

Lexi’s muscles tensed around him as an overwhelming feeling of pleasure was built up thrust after thrust, making her feel like she was even more full of him than humanly possible. She truly felt like she was being bred right now, something in having changed from the moment she’d said those words. He was fucking her with every intent to knock her up.

The sensation of him hitting her cervix was now holding a lot more meaning than it ever had before. She could just imagine him softening her flesh to create an easy passage for his batter to reach her egg. She could sense her body opening up, softening, welcoming…

The whine of pleasure Lexi let out next, made Mark just keep going, feeling like a breeding bull, wanting to prolong everything she was feeling. The inner clenching of her muscles was too much for him to handle, however, the need to satisfy her – to put a baby in her, even if it took a million tries. It was a particularly firm orgasmic spasm in her core that threw him over the edge and his forehead lolled onto her shoulder as a response. But his body kept moving, making sure each spurt of his essence reached its destination within her.

They breathed heavily for several minutes, waiting for their senses to return, sweaty and spent. He’d stayed inside of her, the mixture of their juices oozing down his shaft, and down the insides of her thighs.

Suddenly Mark felt Lexi squeeze her inner muscles around him.

He eyed her skeptically for a second.

Lexi smiled naughtily at him and gave him another seductive squeeze.

At that squeeze she could already feel him stiffening inside of her, and she smiled again at the prospect of him aiming to keep his promise.