Evli Çiftle Grup
EVLİ ÇİFTLE GRUP
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Gerçekten çok cana yakın insanlardı hemen kaynaştık sanki yıllardır tanışıyorduk. Sonra kahveyi evlerinde içmeyi teklif ettiler tabiki kabul ettim. gülle gürkan kendi arabalarıyla bende peşlerinden kendi arabamla evlerine doğru çatalköye dedeman otelin yukarısındaki villara kadar geldik. Nihayet evlerine varmıştık. Dubleks yazlık tarzı iyi döşenmiş bi evleri vardı içeriye geçtik ve onlar şaraba devam etti bende viski aldım. Gülün muhteşem bi vücudu vardı görseniz en fazla 30 dersiniz. siyah pantalonun altına giydiği tanga belli oluyor ve gögüs çatalı beni deli ediyordu. Kocası karşı koltuğa oturdu gül geldi yanıma oturdu önce ufaktan el şakalarıyla başladık salondaki deri koltuğun üstünde. Güle sarıldım ve öpüşmeye başladık boynunu yalıyor kulak memelerini emiyordum ellerimlede kalçalarını avuçluyordum. kocasıda bizi izliyor devam edin diyordu. Kalkan sikimi boxerdan çıkarttım öyle milletinki gibi 23 25 cm deil 17 18 cm kalın damarlı siki gülün eline verdim oda sikimi okşamaya başladı kocasıysa sadece izliyordu. Sonra yukarıya yatak odasına çıkmayı teklif ettiler ve hemen cıktım gül okadar azgındı ki sikimden çekerek çıkarttı beni yukarıya. Soyunmaya başladık gülün üstünü çıkarrtım siyah dantelli bi sutyeni vardı altını soyduğumdaysa muhteşem manzarayla karşılaştım siyah dantelli bir tanga ve jartiyer takımı. o sapsarı vücut siyahlar içinde muhteşem duruyordu. Tekrar öpüşmeye başladık ve onu yataga uzattım. bu arada gürkanda soyunmuş 12 13 cm lik sikini karısının ağzına vermiş sakso çektiriyordu. Ben gülün boynundan başladım gögüslerine doğru indim ve sutyenden kurtardım onu. meme uçları dim sik ve kahve rengiydi onları emmeye ellerimle göüslerini sıkmaya başladım gülde zevke gelmiş ıhh lamaya başlamıştı. Sikle dolu ağzıyla bişeyler söylüyordu. Sabaha kadar sikin beni tüm deliklerimi doldurun demye başladı. göğüslerinden sonra altına indim tangasının kenarından amını yalamaya başladım tertemiz pürüzsüz sanki bebek vücüdu gibiydi amı. İnanın insanın yaladıkça yalayası geliyor. Zaten am yalamaya bayılırım böyle mis gibi olunca dahada fazla yalamaya devam ettim. amının sularını içiyordum resmen gül kıvrım kıvrım kıvranmaya başlamıştı ne olur sikin artık geçirin amıma götüme diye yalvarmaya başlamıştı gürkanla bana. Bense aldırış etmeden amını yalamaya devam ediyor dilimi amına sik gibi sokup çıkartıyordum. Ihhhlamalar atrmıştı gülde artık yalvarmaya başlamıştı. Artık vaktinin geldiğini düşünüp kocası ağzına verirken bende sırt üstü uzanmış gülün amına sikimle fırça darbeleri atmaya başlamıştım beni kendine doğru çekmeye çalışıyor fakat ben sokmuyordum yalvarmaya başladı sik artık ne olur sok şu sikini amıma becer beni çatır çatı si diye. bende daha fazla dayanamadım ve taş gibi olmuş sikimi bir anda köküne kadar soktum. Gülden öyle bir çığlık geldiki ev müstakil olmasa komşular gelirdi herhalde. ben amına sert sert girip çıkmaya başladım kocasıda hem azını sikiyor hem göğüslerini yoğuruyordu. Gül se zevten bayılacak gibi çığlıklar atıyor kendini sikime doğru ittiriyordu. bense her seferinde tam çıkartacak gibi yapıyor sonrada dibine kadar köklüyordum. Sonra gül ikinizin sikinide içimde istiyorum dedi. Ben yatağa sırt üstü uzandım gül yüzü dönük şekilde sikimin üstüne oturdu ve zıplamaya başladı kocasıda arkasındaki yerini aldı ve Gülü götten sikmeye hazırlanıyordu anladığım kadarıyla parmaklarını gülün götüne sokuyordu. o da iyice azmış olmalıki zaten gülün ağzından ıslanmış olan sikini Gülün götune kökledi. Gül aramızda tost olmuş zevten bayılırcasına tiz çığlıklar atıyordu. 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Sonra sırayla duşa girdik ve bornozlarla gelip yatagın ustune oturduk benimki yeniden hareketlenmeye başladı kocasıysa yatağın karşısındaki koltuğa oturdu ve siz devam edin ben izlicem dedi belliki yorulmuştu. 69 pozisyonuna geçtik ve gül sikimi yalarken ben hem amını yalıyor hem göt deliğine dilimi sokuyordum. iyice sertleşen sikimi daha fazla dayanamayarak gülü domalttım ve arkadan yalanmaktan sulanmış amına daldırdım yine ahlar ohh lar içinde sikişmeye başladık bana kocacım sikicim sensin demeye başladı. kocası ise koltukta oturmuş kalmkayan sikiyle 31 çekmey uğraşıyor bende yatakta karısını sikiyordum. gülü arkadan sikerken sert sert omuzlarından sikime bastırıyor ve saçlarını çekerek sikiyordum kasıklarımız birbirine çarpıyor ve odada şap şap sesleri yankılanıyordu. bir süre böyle girip çıktıktan sonra tempoyu biraz düşürdüm ve göt deliğini parmağımla genişletmeye başladım iki parmağım rahatca giriyordu zaten az önce sikilmişti götü. sonra benim ufaklığı yerleştirdim göt deliğine alıştıra alıştıra sikmeye başladım daracıktı kocasının sikinden sonra benimki iice doldurmuştu götünü. 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Beverly and Mark had been married for three years after dating steady for eight years. Mark was now twenty-five and Beverly had just turned twenty-two. He was the only one she had ever had sex with, although several boys had tried, beginning as early as the sixth grade. A few had managed to get a feel of her very ample breasts, and one had even managed to get a hand in her panties, but that was her only sexual experience until she met Mark. Her parents didn’t approve of her dating a boy three years older, but finally gave in to her continued pleas after she made them aware that he was the brother of a friend of hers who lived in the same neighborhood. Their initial disapproval of Mark soon vanished as he used his boyish charm to seduce them, convincing both her parents that he was the “all-American” ideal, high school athlete, active church-goer, clean and moral.

Mark had everyone fooled, for beneath his nice-boy exterior he was completely the opposite, always on the prowl for another conquest and usually successful at his attempts to make it’ with every girl he fancied. And he fancied Beverly the very first time he saw her. She was not only pretty, but had a well-developed body for a fourteen-year-old, a body that would easily compete with any Playboy model. Her short, blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes accentuated her dimpled cheeks and full lips, looks that easily made her the most sought-after girl in her Junior High class.

Beverly didn’t understand the reasons for her popularity, refusing to believe friends’ comments about her good looks, always unpretentious, never conceited. This was most likely because Beverly was the classic example of the dumb blonde’. She had the face and the body that made boys drool, but frankly, Beverly was a little slow upstairs. It took a lot of effort on her part with a lot of assistance from her parents for her to barely pass each grade. She was easy pickings for Mark, something he sensed when he first met her, and it was a mere three dates before he managed to get in her pants.

Mark was able to fondle her breasts freely on their very first date and had her completely undressed on their second date at the local drive-in theater. Her immediate infatuation with the older boy made Beverly eager to please him in any way she could and his sexual advances were mere flattery to her. Her infatuation quickly turned to teenage love and in a very short time, she became completely obsessed with the popular high school star. Mark took full advantage of Beverly’s obsession, quickly changing her from the innocent virgin she had been into his sex toy, willing to do anything he wished, wherever he wished.

She thought that putting his cock in her mouth was dirty and obscene when he first told her to do it, but she soon became an expert cock-sucker, pleased that Mark enjoyed it so much. She didn’t even pretend to resist the first time Mark fucked her in the ass, complaining only that it made her feel like she had to used the bathroom. Their dates became no more than sex outings, Mark driving straight to various lovers lanes or any convenient place to get his rocks off with the pretty girl. On occasions Mark would take Beverly to a drive-in theater if there was a movie showing that he wanted to see, but even then he usually had her suck his cock while he watched the movie. Beverly didn’t seem to mind, happy to just be with the boy she was so deeply in love with.

Mark continued to date Beverly during the year he worked full time after graduating from high school, using her delightful body every chance he got unless another conquest was available. Beverly believed that Mark was faithful to her and, much to the dismay of boys at her school, rejected every other boy who approached her for a date.

The following year Mark left for college and a new lifestyle. He and Beverly corresponded and phoned each other on a regular basis and when Mark would come home during different holidays, the two were inseparable. Although Mark was getting plenty of ass at school, he was insatiable and Beverly was a convenient lay, easy and accessible. Beverly’s love for Mark was so deep that she didn’t even consider going out with someone else, happy to wait for the man she planned to marry to come home for a couple days or a week, ecstatic when he was home for the summer. Mark had used the marriage gambit a few times to keep Beverly on the hook and before he knew it, their marriage had become a planned event, with her parents treating him as their son-in-law, even talking about the grandchildren they expected.

Mark had always felt he could easily get out of the threat of getting married whenever he wanted, but after graduating from college, the marriage snowball became an avalanche and before Mark knew it, he was married. Actually, Mark could have shown his true colors and dumped Beverly, but he would have had to leave town to avoid her father’s wrath. The big Dutchman wasn’t someone to piss off and besides, being married ankara escort to Beverly had it’s advantages. For one thing, her parents were fairly wealthy and they showered the newlyweds with some pretty expensive gifts, including a new, three-bedroom house complete with swimming pool, a sports car, and a cushy job for Mark at his father-in-law’s business. After looking at the pros and cons, Mark felt he had made the right choice. Sure, he didn’t love his wife, but she was devoted to him, a real beauty at the age of eighteen, and he would never have to worry about who wore the pants in their house, as subservient as Beverly was to him.

Mark soon learned that marriage was an entirely different relationship than dating and he quickly became bored with the sex he had with Beverly. He could use her body however he desired, but he missed the occasional fling of elicit sex he experienced throughout high school and college. It was difficult for Mark to get out by himself to even find a different challenge, let alone having a chance to get some strange pussy. The situation made Mark begin to experiment with different scenarios to enhance the sex he had with Beverly. It began simply enough, with Mark calling home and telling Beverly to be waiting for him with nothing but high heels on.

That spiced things up a little, but Mark soon tired of that game and turned to renting adult videos, he and Beverly watching them together and then acting out some of the scenes. Mark began to fantasize over some of the videos, imagining himself and Beverly doing the same things as the actors. He would tell Beverly of his fantasies while they fucked, insuring her that they were only fantasies when, in his own mind, he had a deep desire to act them out, to make them real. He knew she would do anything he desired in private and with just him, but at the same time, he knew that Beverly would adamantly oppose any attempt to actually do some of the things pictured in the videos. It seems that Beverly had gained some inner strength after they were married, not even hesitating to let Mark know when she disapproved of something, quick to tell him no’ when she wanted, no longer fearful of losing him.

One warm, summer evening after they had eaten and Beverly had cleaned up the kitchen, Mark suggested “hey, honey, why don’t we drive downtown or just drive around like we used to? There’s nothing on the boob tube tonight, so why don’t we just get out of the house for awhile?”

Beverly immediately liked the idea. “Sure, that sounds good. It has been a long time since we just drove around town.” She thought a minute, then added, “let me change first. I don’t want to go anywhere in these ragged shorts.” Mark nodded agreement, knowing how Beverly was about going out anywhere dressed shabbily, usually preferring to wear a dress and heels when they went downtown.

Mark whistled appreciatively when Beverly came out of the bedroom. He was glad she took the time to change. She was a knockout! Beverly had decided to wear her green sheath dress, the one that hugged her shapely form like a second skin, accentuating every delicious curve of her body. Mark had always liked her in that dress and had been the primary reason Beverly had purchased it. The neck fastened tightly around her smooth neck in an oriental collar with just a small slit in the front that barely revealed the crevice between her creamy breasts. The bodice tightened to her skin from just under her breasts and down over her curvy hips before loosening slightly around her thighs, ending just six inches above her knees, revealing the most perfect kneecaps any woman would envy. Mark liked the zipper on the side that held the dress tight to Beverly’s waist, often unzipping it and slipping his hand inside and then under her panties. He found it was convenient for getting a feel in a movie without pulling up her dress hem and would get Beverly to remove her panties before they left the house, leaving her sexily bare beneath the silken material.

Beverly smiled at Mark’s whistled compliment and turned slowly around, giving Mark the full view of her sexy body. “Do I look okay?”

“Baby, you always look okay, but in that dress, you look spectacular!” Mark ran his eyes up and down her body and was pleased to not see any hint of panties beneath the dress, although he wasn’t sure if was because Beverly knew he liked her to go without panties or if it was because the silken material always showed the panty line, even with panty hose, which Beverly didn’t like to wear or need to, with her tanned legs.

The small town was nearly deserted when they arrived, even though it was only eight-thirty on a Saturday. The town only had two movie theaters, one hamburger diner, and little else other than a few scattered bars. Still, there wasn’t any town within fifty miles that provided more, so it was where most young people came for entertainment. Mark and Beverly had seen both movies playing at the theaters, and ankara escort bayan she wanted to window shop at the closed stores, so Mark pulled up beside one store and parked. When they got out of the car, Mark noticed that their car was the only one on the block, although he could see some cars in the next block in front of the town’s single hotel. He followed Beverly into the large alcove of the store as she paused to look at different clothes displayed on mannequins, commenting on one garment and then another, expressing her desire for one pair of shoes on display.

All during Beverly’s browsing, Mark stood behind her with his arms around her waist, his crotch pressing against her ass, playfully kissing the back of her neck a few times, even letting his hands roam over her belly or sneaking upwards to grab a breast. The feel of her body and the excitement of touching her on a public street was beginning to make Mark horny, the bulge in his crotch becoming quite obvious while Beverly teasingly tried to push his hands away.

Beverly finally saw all that the clothing store had to offer and moved on to the next store, Mark beside her, his arm around her waist with his hand drooping downward to feel her muscular butt as she walked. As they stopped in front of the jewelry store, a car drove past slowly, the driver clearly staring at the pretty blonde in the green dress. It was then that Mark got the idea to play out a fantasy, “did you see that guy, Bev? Man, he was really staring at you.”

Bev looked down the street at the disappearing car, “no, I didn’t see him, honey. I wonder why he was staring?”

She could be so naive, Mark thought, then replied, “only blind men wouldn’t stare at you, baby. And you look so-o-o sexy in that dress!”

Bev blushed, loving the compliment while denying it. “Oh, don’t be silly! I’m not sexy and he probably wasn’t even looking at me.”

“Yes he was,” Mark countered. “I’ll bet you that pair of shoes you liked that he was.”

Always game, Bev jumped at the chance to win a pair of shoes, “okay. Now, how are you going to prove it?”

Mark was sure the young man he saw staring at Beverly would be back if for no other reason than to make sure he was seeing things, so he explained, “easy. I’ll go across the street and stay out of sight so that if he comes back, he’ll think you’re alone and slow down to look or even stop.” Mark spotted the glitter of her wedding rings and added, “come to think of it, you better let me hold your rings. Any guy see them, they’ll just keep going.”

Beverly didn’t like the idea of removing her rings, but she knew Mark was probably correct, so she begrudgingly worked them off her finger and handed them to him. “You better not lose them, Mark. I feel naked without my rings.”

Mark laughed as he dropped the rings in his pocket, “hmm, now that would be one sure way of getting a guy to stop.”

“Oh, you!” Bev playfully stomped her foot at Mark’s foolishness then asked, “what am I supposed to do, look like I’m looking at jewelry or should I be walking?”

Mark spoke over his shoulder as he stepped into the street, “just look at the things in the window, but be turned so he can see your face.” Mark hurried across the street, certain that the driver would be back soon or that someone would be cruising around as guys often did on Saturday nights as they looked for chicks to pick up. He slipped into the narrow space between two buildings directly across the street from where Beverly stood.

The gap was no more than two feet wide and Mark could see that by stepping back a couple feet he would be completely out of sight and still be able to watch Beverly. They waited five minutes and then ten, but no one drove down the street. Beverly turned to look across the street where she had seen Mark disappear and lifted her arms and shoulders in a silent question, obviously wondering what she was to do. Mark stepped out of the shadows so she could see him and made a motion for her to stay there for a few more minutes. He stepped back into the building shadows just as the same car that had passed earlier came into view and pulled up beside the store where Bev stood.

Mark could see the driver lean over to the passenger side of the car and say something to Beverly and, to his complete surprise, she walked to the side of his car and bent over to speak, her head partially in the car. Mark’s heart began to pound with excitement, a strange feeling flooding over him, as he watched as the two appeared to be holding a conversation. At one time he would have gone into a jealous rage, but now he found that the very thought that a stranger was obviously attempting to pick up his wife was actually turning him on. He felt the precum leak into his undershorts as he envisioned his beautiful Beverly with another man. Images from some of the adult videos flashed through his mind, but the women in the images were now his Bev. Mark’s breathing became heavier, escort ankara deeper, as he realized this could be the opportunity to actually experience his fantasy of sharing his wife with another man. He took one more deep breath before slipping out of the shadows and starting across the street, his eyes studying the man in the car as the two talked, oblivious to the approaching Mark.

He heard Bev’s cute laugh as he stepped up on the sidewalk just as she turned and saw him. Mark walked up to Bev and her heard her tell the man in the car “this is my boyfriend. See? I told you I was waiting for him.”

Good girl, Mark thought, make the guy think you’re waiting for your boyfriend. Sometimes Beverly could be very clever. Not bright, but clever in her own way. Mark bent over and looked in the car and saw that the guy Beverly had been talking to was about his own age. The guy was immediately apologetic, suddenly fearful after seeing the size of Beverly’s boyfriend’. “Hey, man, everything’s cool. Hope you don’t mind me talking to her. We met at the Dairy Queen some time ago and I just thought I’d say hi.”

Mark dismissed the lie, knowing that Beverly had never been to the local teen hangout since they were married, but he didn’t let on, “no sweat, man. I don’t care who she talks to.” Mark stuck out his hand to show he wasn’t threatening, “my name is Rick,” he lied, “what’s your’s?”

The driver of the car took his hand, wincing slightly at Rick’s strong grip, “Bob. My name is Bob. Glad to meet you.”

Mark asked as though making conversation, “so, whatcha’ up to, Bob? Find any action in this town?”

“Oh, I was just driving around,” Bob explained. “Things are really dead where I live, so I thought I’d check things out here. But even the Dairy Queen is dead tonight. Where is everybody?”

“Guess they’re at the movies,” Mark opined. “Sometimes it gets like this. A guy can’t find any fun.” He appeared to be thinking for a moment, then suggested, “say, seeing as how you’re just driving around, why don’t we ride with you? Maybe we can find some fun.”

Bob beamed at the suggestion, animatedly leaning across the seat as he answered, “you bet! That sounds like a good idea. Maybe you can show me something about this town that I don’t know.”

Mark grasped the door handle and pulled it open, beckoning for Beverly to get in first. She eagerly sat down on the leather seat and slid over next to Bob as Mark got in the car, proud to be seated between two good-looking men. As Bob pulled the car away from the curb, he leaned forward so he could see around Beverly and asked, “where to, Rick? I don’t know this area all that well.”

“Go two blocks and take a left,” Mark advised. “Let’s head out to the beach. Might be something going on out there.”

Bob did as Mark said, and once they were on the broad boulevard heading to the beach, Mark queried, “so, Bob, you say you met Bev at the Dairy Queen?”

“Yeh,” Bob lied, “but that was months ago. We just talked a little and I thought I recognized her when I saw her at that jewelry store.”

“Hey, a lot of guys want to talk to Bev. She attracts guys like bees to honey.” Mark was trying to relax Bob with small talk, wanting him to feel at ease while he planned how he was going to get Bev to give them both a little fun. After a minute, Mark thought of an opening. “Was she wearing shorts when you met her?”

Bob shook his head and compounded his lie, “naw, she was wearing jeans, I think.”

Mark sounded disappointed for what Bob had missed, “man, you missed seeing the best looking legs there is, then. They’re something!” Mark didn’t wait for a reply but spoke quickly to Bev, “show him your legs, baby. Let Bob see what he missed.”

Bev laughed embarrassingly, “oh, you men! Always wanting to look at a girl’s legs!” Despite her playful picking, Bev pulled her dress hem up to the middle of her thighs and stretched her legs out under the big Buick’s dashboard.

Bob immediately expressed his approval of Bev’s shapely legs as his eyes darted from the road and back again and again to her outstretched limbs, admiring the tanned curving flesh, “gosh, they are nice. Fantastic, really. You’ve got really nice legs, Bev.”

Bev giggled at the attention to her lower anatomy, “oh, they aren’t that special. Just legs. I don’t see why you guys make such a fuss over a girl’s legs.”

Mark leaned in front of Bev and gripped the hem of the dress on each side as he chided, “aww, c’mon, Bev, show some leg! That’s not enough to show Bob just how beautiful they are. Raise up,” he directed. Bev lifted her hips slightly and Mark quickly slid the dress up under her ass, the hem barely covering her crotch. He sat back and commented, “there, that’s more like it. Now he can see what they really look like.”

Bob glanced down at Bev’s legs again and whistled, “jeez, Bev, I bet you’re something in a bathing suit.”

Mark agreed, “yeh, she sure is. Even in those one-piece suits she wears.” He placed one hand on Bev’s thigh just above the knee. “Not only do they look good, but she has the smoothest skin, too. Like a baby’s behind.” Mark stroked the soft skin for a moment and then invited Bob, “feel it, Bob. It’s so soft and smooth.”

©2012

Author’s Notes: This is the second of a 2 part story… I would like to think that it could stand alone, if one had not read the first chapter, however I will not reintroduce characters (or ‘flash back’). As such, I would suggest reading them as a single tale.

Again Many Thanks go to ‘ShadoeMedic’ for her services as an editor, and adviser… & as always for putting up with my Sh!t.

This story deals with themes such as Bondage, Dominance, Submission, and Group Sex… So if those are not your style, please do not read any further… Those of you looking for more of these things than were found in Part 1 will find that here.

All Characters are ficticious works of the author’s imagination… All are over the age of 21.

Finally, apologies for the wait between chapter 1 & chapter 2… No Excuses, I have been remiss in my writing, and away from the computer for far too long. However I do hope you will find it worth the wait. Perhaps. As always, comments are appreciated (Good & bad are welcome, please just keep it clean. Thanks). Please Vote.

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IV.] A Wild Weekend

I was waiting at the airport for my girlfriend’s college roommate Ellie’s flight to arrive, wandering around the various shops, with no intention of making a purchase. Just wasting time, because her flight was delayed (what else is new, right?). An early winter storm was making its way across the country, and delaying flights everywhere. However it was a beautiful day here, nearly 60 degrees and sunny, while the storm was still over the Rocky Mountains.

Unfortunately, that was exactly where she was flying in from, and the boards were showing her flight two hours delayed. Airport News Network monitors were predicting the storm would hit us here in the Midwest sometime over the weekend.

I didn’t really know much about Ellie at all. Just that she and Lynda had met in Nursing School, and had been roommates their final 2 years there. They still kept in touch by e-mail and ‘Facepage’, but I wasn’t sure if they had even seen each other since then. All I had was a picture of her standing on top of a mountain, which Lynda had given me so I could recognize her, but aside from her face everything else was covered by her ‘Ski Patrol’ parka. She had obviously not gone into traditional nursing after graduation like Lynda.

After 7 hours on a plane, with nothing but the pretzels and peanuts that passed as ‘airline food’ these days, I was pretty sure she would be starved by the time we finally collected her bags. However, since I still had over an hour to kill, and it was technically ‘afternoon’ now, even if only by a few minutes… I chose the sports themed bar & grill, sat down and ordered a beer. There is after all, only so much window shopping a guy can do. I sat at the end of the bar closest to where the passengers exited past security, which also gave me a view of the ‘big board’ so I could keep an eye on her flight status. The bartender was flirting with me, but there were only a couple of other people in the bar at that hour, both guys and she was flirting with them too… (Hey, whatever pays the bills, right?)

I had just finished my Sam Adams, when they called her flight arriving at the gate. ‘Only’ 2 ½ hours late. By the time I cashed out with the bartender people were starting to flow through the one-way doors. I recognized her right away from the picture Lynda had given me, but the picture certainly didn’t do her justice either. As I said, she was wearing a parka in the picture, and even without make-up, she had a pretty face… but seeing her now, wearing make-up and dressed to kill, she was a knockout. Lynda must have sent her my picture too because she walked right up to me.

She is a few inches shorter than Lynda @ maybe 5’5″ or 5’6″ but she was also a little bigger in the chest. She was wearing a fine woman’s suit, that showed the just the right amount of her ample cleavage. I wasn’t staring or anything, it’s just that I’m almost 6’3″, and if I looked straight ahead I would have been looking over her head. “Hi ‘Sharky’* she said, I’m Mary Ellen, I’ve heard a lot about you from Lynda… it’s nice to finally meet you.” She had a good handshake too, firm yet still feminine. (*She called me by my given name of course.)

“The pleasure is mine, I’d ask you how your flight was, but I think I already know… Are you hungry? I know I am.”

“The flight was perfect… perfectly dreadful that is.” She smiled, “Yes I’m starved, but what I’d really like is a hot shower. Do you have any food at the house? Do you mind?”

“No, I don’t mind at all. And, if we can’t find something you like, I can run out and get it while you shower. The store is just around the corner.”

“I’m sure that won’t be necessary, I think I know what Lynda likes to eat, we have the same taste.” She winked and smiled.

She was carrying her purse, and what looked like a laptop bag, and had a trench-coat draped over her arm. She probably needed it in Portland, ankara escort but not here, or at least not today anyway. Knowing how Lynda is when she travels, I pictured her with a matched, monogrammed set of luggage that would make any sky-cap’s day. Linda & I had taken a weekend trip up to Chicago once when we were dating. She’d filled the trunk of my car, and we still had to put a bag (or 2) in the back seat.

So when we got to the luggage carousel, and she went straight to the ‘Army-Green’ duffel bag, I was a little surprised. As she started to sling it over her free shoulder, I said “Here, let me take that for you.”

She shot me a look that said ‘Touch it & Die!’ Then she went instantly back to her charming self… “Thanks, but I can handle it.”

I almost rented a luggage cart, because the bag must have weighed at least half as much as she did. But as we walked, I found that it was me, having to adjust my pace to keep up with her. I also saw ‘M.E. Malone’ stenciled on the bag in the Army way. So, I assumed that she had probably carried that bag a lot farther then we had to walk to get to the car. “I’m guessing you were in the Service too,” I said, “Lynda never told me that.” (As I wondered what else Lynda hadn’t told me.)

“Actually I still am, Army Reserves.” She said in a matter of fact way, that told me she was used to being underestimated, but probably shouldn’t be.

“That’s great, my Dad is Retired Army” I said, just making small talk.

She nodded, and mumbled something unintelligible, so I changed the subject again, “So you are coming to town for an interview? What are you interviewing for?”

“It’s not really much of an ‘interview’ the job is pretty much mine if I want it.”… She replied, “But, I’m happy doing what I do. I’m mostly just here to make my Mother happy.”

“Oh? Do your parents live near here?” I asked as we got to the trunk of my Audi. “If you want to go see them you can use Lynda’s car today… I dropped her off on the way here.”

“My mom lives a few hours south, but my dad passed away while I was in Afghanistan.” She replied without even a hint of emotion, as she heaved the duffel bag into the trunk. “I really don’t want to move back here, but my brother’s family is in San Diego, and Mom is alone now. And thanks for the offer of the car, but I didn’t even tell her I was coming to town. I won’t tell her anything until after I decide.” The way she said it also told me to find something else to talk about.

Still trying to break the ice, I asked “So what do you do, when you aren’t in the Army Ellie? I gather you like to Ski?”

“Yes, I love to ski, and please call me Ellen… To answer your other question, I am on the Search & Rescue Team with the Oregon State Police.” She said with just a touch of exasperation, and quite a bit of exhaustion in her tone. “Forgive me, you seem like a nice guy, and Lynda loves you so that is good enough for me… But I really just need to decompress a bit before you finish giving me the 3rd Degree.”

“No problem.” I said, driving most of the rest of the way home in silence. I was also glad I had stopped after one beer. Having a State Police Officer in the car (even if she wasn’t technically in ‘her’ state) made me a little more focused behind the wheel. I did point out the Hospital where Lynda worked as we drove by, and I might have offered to stop in to surprise her… except Ellie (err Ellen) seemed to be in no mood for that.

I hit the garage door opener, and parked so that she was right next to the inner door. She was out of the car and at the waiting by the trunk, almost as soon as the engine was off. I would have tried to take her bag again, but again she made it clear that wouldn’t happen… So I just went to the door & unlocked it.

“Our house is kind of ‘upside down’ since it’s built into the side of a hill. The bedrooms are down stairs, yours is on the left… What would you like to eat?”

“I’ll have whatever you are having…” She said on her way down the stairs, “After my shower”.

That didn’t exactly make things easier on me, as now I needed to actually come up with something. Hmmm… we had some left over rice from Chinese take-out, some meatloaf that was probably still good, some salsa. No problem, as I just threw it all together in a stir-fry pan & made Spanish Rice. Being domesticated definitely has it’s advantages, but I was once a skilled bachelor gourmet.

She came up the stairs, this time wearing black jeans, and a t-shirt that both looked like they were painted on. She could not possibly be ignorant of what she looked like, of the effect it had, but at the same time it was also a very casual look. Her hair was back in a pony tail, and her makeup was light if any. She had just been getting more comfortable of course, but still she looked absolutely stunning.

I had no sooner placed the plates on the table than my cell-phone rang & it was Lynda saying she would be off work in half an hour or so. Ellen complimented me on my cooking ankara escort bayan skills even though it really was just thrown together, as I grabbed my keys & headed back out the door. “Make yourself at home, our house is yours”.

I went straight to the Hospital, but in Friday rush-hour traffic she was still waiting outside when I got there. We stopped at Trader Joe’s on the way back home, not really for tonight as I had made reservations for dinner out. But we were going to get snowed in over the weekend, and needed to stock up.

Ellen was sitting in the entertainment pit watching the News, as I carried in the groceries… Lynda literally ran inside to greet her, as giddy as a school girl. “Ellie!” she screamed. They hugged in an almost more than friendly way, but just for a minute, then Ellen pushed her back, and looked her over, as if she was giving an inspection to one of her troops. Lynda stiffened up a little as she whispered something into her ear. Then they both came back into the kitchen. “I thought we would go out tonight, ladies…” I said “We might not get out the rest of the weekend.”

“Well I’m not going out dressed like this!” Lynda said, stating the obvious. Yet the way she looked at Ellen said something too.

“I’ll help you get dressed.” Ellen said flatly. “How much time do we have?” she asked me.

“The ris for 8:00. That still gives you girls a couple of hours to catch up.” I said, already looking forward to a little time alone with Sports Center, while they talked. Lynda practically bounced her way down stairs. I grabbed a beer.

I went downstairs a little while later to get changed myself. I had our room to myself as the girls were getting ready in what was going to be Ellen’s room for the weekend. Both bedrooms shared the outside deck, through sliding glass doors. I slipped out through our door to warm up the hot-tub thinking we might use it later. When I turned to go back in, I could see into the other room… I didn’t mean to spy, but I’m sure that the girls couldn’t see me, since they were much too busy rolling around on the bed with their heads between each others legs.

I did not interrupt them or even let on that I had seen anything, just got shaved & dressed, then went back upstairs to wait for the girls. I wasn’t really sure how I was going to deal with the situation yet, but I knew that the weekend was looking a lot more interesting already. Lynda and I had never actually promised each other not to see other people, but we never agreed to have an ‘open’ relationship either. Just that I was getting so much great sex at home, I never even thought of looking anywhere else.

All the signs were there I guess, if I had chosen to look. I knew that Lynda had experimented with another woman back in college, if not who it was. It’s not like I was against having a bisexual girlfriend either, thinking I might even benefit from that myself. I snapped out of my daydream as I heard the girls coming back upstairs. Then I nearly dropped my beer when I saw them.

Lynda was wearing a ‘school girl’ outfit that I didn’t even know she owned… and Ellen was still wearing her black jeans, but now she was wearing spike-heeled leather boots, and a black leather vest over a white button down shirt which was at least one size too small. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra. The finishing touch was a leash in her left hand to a collar around Lynda’s neck, and a leather riding crop in her right. “Surprise!” was all Lynda said.

“I am Mistress Ellen! I am taking Lynda as my Bitch again… You have failed to keep her properly trained, so I will be taking over. If you watch me and learn, I will teach you how to treat this dirty slut! If I decide to let you serve me that is… Do you want to serve me, in exchange for these lessons?” Ellen declared with utmost confidence and authority.

I am usually what you would call an Alpha Male and am not submissive in the least, but I was totally aroused by the sight before me. I also liked the idea of maybe having Lynda serve me one day. So without another thought I said “Yes Please.”

“You will address me properly, Yes Please Mistress!” She commanded me.

“Yes Please, Mistress.” I replied.

“Good! Now you will be driving us tonight, my Bitch will sit in the back seat with me… That means NO more beer for you tonight, no wine, no alcohol… Is that clear?” She asked while looking at my empty beer bottle with scorn.

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good. Now go and get the car.” She demanded and I obeyed. I did so without even thinking, just acted as soon as she spoke. As I walked out into the garage, I could feel it getting colder already. I reflected for a moment on my situation. ‘This could be fun.” I thought.

The girls sat in back, but I could see them in the rear-view. At least until Mistress Ellen smacked the back of the seat with her crop and told me to watch the road. Then she smacked Lynda’s inner thigh, and commanded her to remove her panties. “Of course, Mistress.” escort ankara Lynda replied, as she dropped her panties in the empty front passenger seat.

Dinner was an afterthought, as Mistress Ellen decided we should go to a club instead. I pulled my Audi up right to the front, and got out to open the door. Mistress Ellen stepped out followed by Lynda, still on the leash. They were shown right in, while the crowd of ‘less beautiful’ people stared in disbelief. After I parked the car, I joined the ladies inside… actually, I was shown to the table where they would have been sitting, if they had not already taken over the dance floor.

Lynda came alive at the end of her leash. Dancing and prancing, all over the floor. Mistress Ellen occasionally slapped her lightly with the crop, to the delight of the people who had gathered around. I sat there watching, until Mistress Ellen slapped the table with her crop to get my attention. She motioned me to follow them out on the dance floor, then handed me Lynda’s leash. I am normally not much of a dancer, but there was simply no way I could refuse an invitation like that.

The rest of the evening was a blur of dancing and debauchery. The girls both teased the guys in the crowd, and a few of the other ladies too. Lynda must have been felt up by at least 20 hands, and Ellen watched over them all to make sure that they did a very thorough job. She also used her crop to swat the hands that tried to take things too far. Then she would swat Lynda’s ass in mock discipline for her own ‘transgressions’. This was definitely a part of Lynda I had never known or seen before.

Several guys tried to get themselves invited home with us, but Mistress Ellen announced to their chagrin, that the only one going home with them tonight would be me. We closed down the club, then we stopped at a 24 hour diner for an early breakfast, on the way home. Again the girls made quite a splash with the few lonely men who were there at that hour. Our waitress commented that she wished she had the “courage to dress up and let go like that”. That brought a smile to Lynda’s face.

On the ride home, Ellen told Lynda to lick her pussy again, which she did without delay. Licking and sucking and fingering her to multiple screaming orgasms. Lynda caught my eye in the rear-view mirror, and mouthed the words “Thank You” as she wiggled her ass. Mistress Ellen spread her legs open with her knees, then spanked Lynda’s pussy with the crop until she came once again.

As we got into the house, Lynda had already lost what was left of her clothes in a heap on the kitchen floor. Mistress Ellen stood in the middle of the room, as Lynda knelt down and unzipped her boots one at a time. She then unbuttoned her blouse and folded it neatly, followed by her jeans. Ellen was left standing there wearing nothing but a smile, and she looked magnificent. I have already said her breasts were bigger than Lynda’s but they did not sag without a bra, they just floated on her chest slightly pointed up to the sky.

Mistress Ellen commanded Lynda to strip me next, of course she obeyed hastily. First my shirt, then t-shirt leaving me bare from the waist up, Ellen ran her crop over my abs and chest teasing my nipples with her wand. Lynda got down on all fours to remove my shoes, and allowed me to step out of my pants and boxers leaving me naked except for my socks… My cock was standing proud and strong, and Ellen obviously approved. She told Lynda to suck me off and swallow my cum, and stood there watching while she eagerly swallowed my swollen rod. When I shot my load into her mouth, she did her best to swallow it all, but I had been waiting for this all night and had built up quite a shot. A few drops escaped Lynda’s waiting lips and dribbled down her chin, which earned her a hard swat on each of her already reddened ass cheeks. Then Ellen kissed her, and licked the spillover off her face and neck.

The party moved to the hot-tub after that, and even though the temperature was steadily dropping outside, the water kept us warm and well lubricated all the way until the sun came up. I lost track of how many times I fucked Lynda for Ellen’s pleasure, and how many times she sucked me off while Ellen fucked her tight pussy with the strap-on she was wearing. I also ate Ellen’s sweet cunny, while Lynda bounced happily up and down on my cock. The only thing missing was me fucking Ellen, which she had not yet allowed me do.

As dawn broke over the foggy hills, we moved the party into our bedroom, as it was the only bed that was big enough for the 3 of us to share. Lynda slept between us, facing Ellen, while grinding her ass into me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and slipped my still hard cock between her legs. I was too tired to do much else though, as were the girls who passed out in each others arms, but I fell fast asleep buried up to my balls between Lynda’s sweet ass cheeks.

I woke up before the girls, so I made breakfast and coffee while they lounged in bed… When they finally came upstairs, Lynda looked like she had just been fucked again (which of course she had). By the time they made their appearance, the storm was in full effect, and we were completely snowed in for the duration. I got some wood from the garage and started a fire while they ate breakfast.

Writer’s Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. All names are fictional.

Marlene and I had just gotten home from work and pulled into the carport at almost the same time. I hoped out of my car to hold her door open as she collected her purse and brief case to get out. While it may have seemed like I was being the perfect gentleman that was not the case; I never missed an opportunity to peek up my wife’s short skirt when she opened her lovely, long legs to exit, or enter, a car. While I had plenty of opportunities to see her in all stages of undress there is just something special about a quick peek up a skirt; I think my wife liked giving a peek as much as I, and sometimes other special people, liked getting a peek.

She looked up at me and smiled then paused a bit longer for me to enjoy the beautiful sight of her open legs and panties with wisps of her dark pubic hair peeking out before standing and giving me a sweet kiss. After five years of marriage we still enjoyed the flirting and teasing of newlyweds.

A short time later we were settled on the living room sofa with a glass of wine telling each other about our day. Before long we heard a car pull into our driveway; we turned to look out the front bay window to see who our visitor was.

Marlene immediately recognized him, “Oh, its Ted.”

Ted was a tall, distinguished gentleman in his sixties who had been the insurance agent for Marlene’s family for decades; when we married he became our insurance agent too. He stopped by from time to time to update us on any changes we might need to know; we considered him a friend as well as our agent. Marlene thought he was handsome with his sun tan, silver-gray hair and pencil thin moustache; he was also one of those “special people” who got a peek from time to time.

When I first met Ted, Marlene later admitted that she had had a big crush on him since she was a young girl. Not only did he have a reputation of being a ladies’ man but Marlene also suspected that he may have had a tryst with her mother years earlier during a rough patch in her parent’s marriage.

We both greeted him at the door and welcomed him in; of course he got a hug from Marlene as usual. Her body had a special way of melting against you when she hugged you; I noticed Ted’s hugs seemed to last a little longer.

Ted told us that he had decided to retire and just wanted to stop by to thank us for our business over the years and give us some information about our new agent.

Marlene told him, “Then you must join us for a glass of wine to celebrate your retirement.”

I motioned for him to take a seat on the sofa while Marlene went to the kitchen to get another glass and the bottle of wine. Ted and I chatted about his plans for retirement and how he would keep busy.

Marlene entered with a tray of different cheeses and crackers. When she set the tray down on the coffee table her back was toward Ted; she bent over at the hips which caused the back her skirt to ride up her long, shapely, stocking encased legs. I wasn’t certain of just how much of a view Ted got but I had no doubt that he got a thrill that would last him for years to come. It was not a faux pas on Marlene’s part; when you got a treat like that she intended for you to have it. Ted smiled.

Marlene sat beside Ted on the sofa and I sat in a chair across the coffee table from them. We snacked, sipped our wine and talked about the long history Ted had had with the family since her mom and dad were first married. Ted recalled Marlene’s broken arm from falling off her horse and wrecking her dad’s car when she first started driving. He made a comment about bouncing Marlene on his knee when she was a child.

Marlene asked with a chuckle, “Do you remember the last time you “bounced me” on your knee?”

“Yes, I believe it was on your sixteenth birthday.” he replied, “But, as I recall, you were too big to bounce and you were not sitting on my knee.”

Marlene gave a coy smile saying, “I recall you made a very good “impression” on me then. An impression I wrote about that night in my diary.”

Ted blushed a bit and tried to defend himself, “You were no longer a little girl then and I seem to remember you didn’t sit very still on my lap; I didn’t realize you were aware of my “impression” though. I hope your parents didn’t notice.

Marlene chuckled as I laughed then interjected, “She has the same effect on me Ted so I understand how it is. I would love to have seen her at that age.”

Marlene teasingly asked, “Do you think I could still have that effect on you?”

Ted teasingly shook his finger ankara escort at her then smiled, “You shouldn’t tease old men it can be a shock to their systems.”

Marlene looked at Ted with her sexiest smile, “Oh I never tease unless I intend to back it up. I feel like I should give you a retirement present since you have given us such good service all these years; don’t you think so Will?”

I smiled and nodded my agreement. Marlene had always had a “thing” for older men; many of her lovers had been older men. I was never sure if it was some father complex or something else but since my first lover had been twice my age I completely understood her interest in more mature lovers.

Marlene laid her hand on Ted’s thigh and said, “Of course if you had rather keep the image of me as an innocent young girl who sat on your lap long ago I understand.”

Ted stammered, “I’m sure I could have two images of you in my mind and cherish both of them.”

Marlene leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek and moved her hand a bit higher on his thigh. Ted took a deep breath and looked at me as if to say, “Don’t you have something else to do?”

I immediately announced, “Don’t worry about me; I wouldn’t miss this for anything in the world.”

“Don’t worry Ted, Will and I enjoy the company of others from time to time.” She gave him a sexy smile and continued, “And if the rumors I have heard about you are true you probably have too.”

Ted smiled but never admitted nor denied the rumors. Marlene leaned closer to kissed his mouth as she moved her hand higher to the “impression” he had made on her as a young girl; the “impression” and thoughts she had written about in her diary-“I felt something hard push against my bottom; I wanted to reach down an touch it with my hand but with my parents sitting across the room I didn’t dare. I wiggled in his lap and felt the hard object move; I could tell it was rather large. I wonder if he is circumcised like, Mike, (her first lover) or is he completely covered like my Daddy?”

I slipped out of the room to use the bathroom; while I was up I got a new bottle of wine from the kitchen then peeked around the corner to see what was going on. Ted was laid back against the back of the sofa with his pants unfastened and opened, his eyes closed, and his hand gently on Marlene’s head; Marlene had his erect cock in her hand kissing it up and down its shaft. Her Diary question had been answered, Ted was all natural and uncut and his size was substantial. What she did not know until she fished it out of his boxers was how dark brown his shaft was compared to the white skin of his exposed lower torso.

I quietly slipped back into my chair and poured another glass of wine. Marlene glanced toward me and winked as her tongue flicked over Ted’s foreskin several times. Her attention quickly turned back to the engorged cock in her hand as she pealed back the foreskin to wrap her lips around the swollen, brownish head. She took turns wrapping her lips around it then swirling her tongue around the glans before flicking it over the small opening at the tip to sample the whitish drop of liquid that had formed.

Watching Marlene work her magic on the pulsating shaft in her hand reminded me of a question I was recently asked by a married couple who were thinking about a more open relationship.

The male partner asked, “How do you feel seeing another man between your wife’s legs penetrating her or his phallus in her mouth?”

My answer was, “I think about how beautiful she looks, how much fun she is having, and the incredible sensations she is experiencing. You see, Marlene and I do not see sex as an expression of our emotions; for us sex is an amazingly, wonderful, and fun, physical experience to share with others; just like we would share a delicious meal or a beautiful sunset.”

We made plans to see them again soon.

Marlene stood up facing Ted and lifted her skirt, ‘Would you like to slip off my panties?”

Ted did not hesitate; he reached out with his large hands; his fingers moved into the waist band of her white, nylon, bikini panties. As his hands moved them over her flared hips and firm round ass then down her long, shapely, stocking encased legs the arch of her white garter belt formed a perfect frame around her sweet ass as I am certain it did in front with her thick, patch of dark pubic hair.

I had to chuckle about Marlene’s “retirement present” comment because her beautiful, glistening, pink labia was completely enclosed within the puffy lips of her vulva; her vulva was hidden by the thick patch of pubic hair just like a wrapped present. The only thing missing was a bow.

Ted handed her the panties after she stepped out of them; Marlene tossed them to ankara escort bayan me knowing how much I loved the scent she left in her panties when she was aroused. There were very few times since we first met that I did not get to enjoy her aroma first hand but I still enjoyed the second hand scent she left in her panties when she was aroused. Today was no different, the crotch material was damp and slick with her juices.

Marlene lifted her left leg across Ted and rested her foot on the back arm of the sofa; when she pushed her pelvis forward her cunt was just inches from Ted’s face. He slid down in his seat a little so his lips were touching her aroused, swollen vulva. His fingers quickly searched the thick patch of pubic hair and opened her vulva to expose her glistening, pink labia and slit just below her clit.

I watched as one of Ted’s large fingers disappeared into her tight ass.

“Mmmm, I love a man who likes to explorer new territory.” She moaned.

I could tell by the movement of her hips and the primal sounds from her mouth that Ted was indeed enjoying her sweet nectar. I could also hear the squishing sounds of his tongue lapping at her creamy liquids. She placed her hands on his head and guided him to her secret places of pleasure as he probed deeper with his finger.

As Ted continued his work Marlene began peeling off her blouse. I straddled Ted’s legs and moved close behind my almost nude wife. My mouth kissed and nipped at her neck and shoulders while my hands moved to the front to play with her small tits and hard nipples. Within minutes I could feel spasms surge through her body as she cried out then almost went limp.

Marlene pushed me backward with her body and unfastened her skirt; she was clad only in a garter belt and stockings.

She ordered Ted, “Stand up and get those clothes off.”

It only took Ted seconds to stand naked in front of her. She took his cock in one hand then cupped his large, low-hanging cod sack in the other one. She directed him back onto the sofa then turned her back to him; she aligned her juicy cunt with his turgid cock then lowered herself on the long shaft all the way to his balls. Once she had everything adjusted just right she began to slowly grind her sweet ass against him.

Marlene pulled me closer and unfastened my slacks; she quickly found my engorged cock and guided it into her hot, wet mouth. She was completely penetrated at opposite ends by two lovers, her thirty-four years old husband and a sixty-five years old family friend and insurance agent.

It was Ted’s turn to play with her small, firm tits and hard nipples. My wife’s head bobbed up and down my cock as her sweet ass ground against Ted’s lap. With one hand she guided my cock in and out of her mouth and with the other hand she played with Ted’s massive cod sack resting below her open legs.

After several minutes Marlene rearranged our ménage. She spun around on Ted’s cock a hundred and eighty degrees and I moved behind the sofa so she could continue to suck my cock from over Ted’s shoulder. She switched from a slow grind to a faster paced movement sliding up and down Ted’s glistening cock. His mouth worked feverishly on her small, bouncing tits sucking, kissing and nipping at her hard nipples.

Again her body was racked with spasms as she cried out for relief. I rubbed my cock, glistening with her saliva, over her face while she gasp for breath and grunted her way through another powerful orgasm. Marlene had always found it easy to have orgasms; often she could have one right after another. She lay against Ted trying to catch her breath; we were all soaked in sweat.

Once she regained her breath Marlene moved off of Ted an onto the sofa where she could rest her arms on the back of the sofa with her knees open and positioned on the front edge of the seat, her lovely ass open and poised in the air.

She looked over her shoulder, “It’s your time to do all the work.” She said to Ted.

Ted complied with a sharp smack on her ass; standing behind her he took his engorged cock in his hand and rubbed its bulbous head up and down her wet, glistening slit then laid his entire shaft between her cheeks and slid it back and forth over her tightly puckered ass, surrounded by wisps of her thick pubic hair, and matted with her creamy juices. With his cock still in hand he used it like a stick to smack my wife’s beautiful ass and cunt.

I rubbed my saliva lubricated cock over my wife’s face as Ted plunged his cock in her, all the way to the hilt. As she took my cock into her mouth Ted began fucking her with slow deliberate thrusts from behind. I could easily see his brown glistening man meat as it slipped in and out. Ted was just playing, enjoying her warm, wet escort ankara cunt impaled on his cock and the beauty of her open, sweet ass.

Soon Ted picked up the pace and the length of his strokes. There was the sound of their bodies slapping together as he slammed against her flanks; his thrusts pushed her forward forcing her to take my cock deeper into her throat; her small tits giggled with each thrust, her nipples danced beneath them. My wife’s grunts became mingled with the smacking sounds of their bodies and the squishing sound of Ted’s heavy piston being pushed through her thick, creamy liquid.

Marlene’s head trashed back and forth as she went from one orgasm to another; only her hand was wrapped around my cock. Her other hand diddled her clit back and forth as my fingers pinched and pulled softly on her hard nipples; Ted’s hands held onto her hips and pulled her hard against him. Seconds later she pushed Ted back; he stood behind her with his hard cock in his hand as she heaved and gasped to catch her breath.

After a few minutes she recovered and turned to sit on the sofa. She reached out for Ted’s cock and gave it several kisses then reassured him that she wasn’t through with us. She sipped her wine as Ted and I stood with our still hard cocks in our hands.

Several minutes later Marlene asked Ted, “If you are up for an adventure, I would love to feel you and Will in me at the same time. Would you mind that?”

Ted indicated that he wouldn’t mind so Marlene patted the sofa beside her inviting him to take a seat. Once Ted was seated beside her she straddled him then took his hard cock and guided him through the thick, matted pubic hair and into her cunt. When I moved behind Marlene Ted’s big hands grasped the cheeks of her ass and opened them wide. There was plenty of natural creamy juices available to lube my cock

“I take it that this is not your first double?” Marlene commented to Ted.

He smiled and shook his head no.

Marlene relaxed her sphincter muscles and I slipped in with ease; this was not our first double penetration either. Ted and I quickly found a rhythm and pace that Marlene liked and we began alternating short thrusts in and out of her deep wells. I could easily feel Ted’s shaft move against me through the thin membrane that separated our cocks.

Marlene began to thrash about as we picked up the pace of our thrusts. I held her small tits in my hands for Ted to take turns suckling each of her nipples. My wife always loved having her nipples stimulated during sex. She often said it was just like having an extra clit; she could have an orgasm with just having her nipples played with. Her grunts grew louder. In just minutes I could feel Ted’s cock pulsing against my cock as we moved faster and faster. The grunts and cries grew louder as the three of us rutted like animals; I knew I would not last long and my wife wouldn’t be far away.

As Marlene gasped her last grunts I felt the surge of thick semen shoot through my shaft and into my wife’s bowels. After several more spurts of the hot liquid Ted’s cock began to pulse as he pumped his hot load into the cunt of the once young girl who had made such an impression sitting on his lap.

Afterwards I held Marlene’s panties for her to step into then pulled them up her long shapely legs; she loved the feel of semen oozing into her panties and drying. Once her panties were on she sat back on the sofa and took Ted’s deflated cock in her hand and gave it a good cleaning with her very talented mouth. The rather large pool of liquid that had seeped out of her panties onto the sofa would have to be cleaned with soap and water; luckily our sofa was covered with Naugahyde instead of cloth. Since my cock had been left in much worse condition, I slipped into the bathroom and used warm water and soap to restore it to its original, kissable condition.

We each picked up our clothes and began to dress. During the dressing process there was plenty of affectionate groping and kissing which could have easily led to more sex. Ted indicated that he had a dinner date with his wife and would get in trouble if he was late.

Marlene and I knew we would be “at it” again within minutes of Ted leaving. She loved to coax me into eating her pussy after she had been fucked. While I really wasn’t too fond of cleaning up other men’s messes, it was difficult for me to refuse her since she never refused to clean up my cock after other women had left it in a mess; I truly loved eating my wife’s pussy and would put up with the mess others left to enjoy it. Of course the worst of it would have already oozed into her panties leaving her thick hair matted with cold, drying semen.

We said our good byes’ to Ted. We all seem to know that it was a onetime thing and would not be repeated.

“That was a wonderful experience I will cherish the rest of my life.” He shook my hand and gave Marlene a hug and a kiss on the cheek then walked to his car.

Marlene and I looked at each other, smiled, then headed back to the sofa.

Stella and Margarita – Sex in the desert sands

This is the continuing story of Stella and Margarita. You can read this as a stand-alone story, but just like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle, it will make more sense if you see the whole picture.

This chapter begins in Cunnamulla, central Queensland.

As always, there is no underage sex as required by Lit policy. But as a reader, you will have to use your imagination.

Stella and Margarita stood by the side of the road, the ‘Matron’ had given Major Stella Murphy an extensive First Aid kit and a phone number to talk to a ‘medical’ person if they needed to. Stella was hopeful that she wouldn’t need to.

They watched the black silhouette of the helicopter ascend quietly and disappear into the night sky.

Stella stared at it disappearing then cursed loudly, “FUCKING HELL.” She felt little Mags holding onto her arm, she looked down at her, smiled, and kissed her sweetly.

Mag’s eyes seemed brighter and her smile helped the Major relax, just a little.

Stella helped her into the land cruiser, “How are you feeling babe?” She asked as she felt her forehead and then her pulse. Which was now stronger but not perfectly normal.

“Sore, cold, but happy.” She told her. “I was so scared, I almost had the gun ready when they came for me, if only I was 5 centimetres taller I would have had it and then you wouldn’t be indebted to whoever those people are.”

“We need to get you some clothes babe, right now you look like little orphan Annie,” She looked at her lover, hugged her and told her, “Babe, I am so proud of you, you are so brave, taking on those thugs in the dark of night, and you had no idea who they were, but that didn’t stop you.”

“I think they hurt Bluey, he took them all on. Is he you know, is he ok?”

“Do you mean is he dead?” Stella asked her looking straight into her eyes.

“Oh, no don’t say that, please don’t say that.” She was begging for it not to be true.

Stella hugged her again, “you are such a soppy person at times, NO your Bluey is not dead, he has a gash on his head, that will need a few stitches and a few busted ribs, he will be with us before too long. Deirdre is looking after him.”

“Oh good, I like Deirdre, she is a good vet. Will she know where to send him, I mean I don’t even know where we are going.”

“We are going to Broome, there you will recover and get your strength back and then we will decide what to do next,” Stella told her. Stella opened the first aid kit and took out some mild pain relief tablets, got a bottle of cold water from the esky, which she knew would be in the back. “And yes, she will know where to send him,”

“Now take these I will drive first, we are heading to Innamincka which will take us about 8 hours babe, so you sleep and we can take a break when we get there. But first I am going to drop that bike off to someone. Can you drive a manual?”

“What’s a manual?” Asked Margarita knowing full well what it was.

“Oh my God, this is going to be a long trip!” And they both burst out laughing as Mags grabbed her side, “Ouch, don’t make me laugh, it hurts.”

Stella kicked the bike into life and headed off, Mags follow suit, only crunching the gears a few times before her training all came back to her.

Stella found the service station and put the bike up against the front door, she scribbled a note that simply said, ‘Matron sends her regards’.

“Move over hon, I will drive through the night, you rest up.”

“OK, but I will drive from there to Broome, all right?” Mags told her, which was met with a ‘yeah sure babe’ look. Stella turned on her special forces GPS and headed off. She kept a loaded pistol in the side door panel as well as the gun around her ankle. She drove on into the night. Mags fell asleep almost straight away. Stella settled into a nice steady, lazy 110km/hr on the bitumen road then down to 70km/hr where it turned to gravel. The change of road surface woke Mags who yawned, looked at Stella smiled and leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Hi, I miss you when you go away.” She told her in her sleepy voice.

“Do you now, I miss you too,” Stella replied.

Margarita rested her hand on Stella’s thigh and eased it up slowly. “I’m driving here,” She was told.

“Yes, I can see that, so best keep your eyes on the road then.” As her hand went in search of a zipper.

“Mags babe, if you are frisky sweetie, let me pull over and we can do it properly,” Stella said as her legs opened invitingly.

“I’m good, you keep driving and don’t hit any trees,” Mags told her as the zipper came down.

“Margarita this is not a good idea, let me stop. Please, babe.”

“If you stop driving I stop playing, this is a fantasy of mine – well doing it at 100 miles an hour was my actual fantasy and I was driving and you were Brad Pitt.” She explained

“Brad Pitt hey, you’re not going straight on me are you?”

“I was 13 at the time. I started self-gratification early.” She said with a shrug bursa escort of her shoulders “You have to ask that sort of question with my hand inside your knickers. That would be a big No Way.” She answered as her fingers run up along a moist set of thick lips. The car sped up a little as her fingers reached a button that she captured between her thumb and forefinger.

“Oh, oh, oh, shit, oh yes, oh my god, yes, oh fuck, stop baby, stop before I prang the car.”

“You stop and I will stop,” Mags replied as she searched for her opening with her middle and ring fingers, and started to enter her lover.

“Oh babe, this is so dangerous” as the car hit 80kms/hr. “Babe this is too dangerous I have to stop.”

As Mags pushed her two fingers deep into Stella who raised her bum off of the seat to greet her fingers.

“Too dangerous you say, wasn’t it you that broke into a house tonight and rescued me from ‘those’ people, and you say this is dangerous.”

She moved over closer still and started to drive her fingers in deeper and faster as she hung onto Stella’s neck. She nibbled on her ear as she felt Stella’s body start to react. First it was small murmurs, then she felt her muscles contract as her climax started, Stella screamed out and slammed on the brakes as her orgasm shook her violently from the insides.

The Land cruiser broke into a screeching, gravel-filled four-wheel braking action, the car started to turn sideways in the gravel and fortunately, they didn’t hit the build-up of gravel on the side of the road. That surely would have flipped them over.

Stella held onto Mags to break her forward movement, as obviously, she had to undo her seat belt to get at Stella. They looked into each other’s eyes. Silently Stella moved her face and kissed Mags with a passion that sent further waves of lust through little Margarita’s body. “I should spank you so hard for doing such crazy stuff.”

“But you won’t, cause you luvs me,” Mags replied in a sheepish voice and with big eyes looking at Stella.

Stella shook her head slowly and leaned back as Margarita started to lick her fingers slowly and invitingly. As she now laid back she started to drag the oversized tracksuit pants down, collecting her tiny panties along the way. As she removed them, she open her legs to Stella, who undid her seat belt and turned the engine off, moved the gear stick out of the way and buried her face into the small tight smooth shaven mound of her lover. She placed her hands under her backside and as if scooping a handful of water from a still pond and took to her sweet core.

Stella took her time, letting her tongue taste every sweet droplet of moisture that came from Margarita’s hidden well and using the tip of her tongue she edged it in between those tight sweet lips and ran it from the bottom to the tip where she felt a small pearl-like pebble. Mags shuddered and moaned as she wrapped her legs around Stell’s shoulders. She wasn’t comfortable but with her eyes closed she still felt good and the movement of her hips mated with the movement of Stella’s tongue.

Stella moved her pinky fingers to her rosebud but kept her mouth full, captivating Margarita’s mound, sucking on her clit and then pushing her tongue into her core. Her moaning was getting louder and louder and her hips moving faster and faster, she grabbed hold of Stella’s head and tried to hold it against her, she felt a rumbling coming. She heard a loud roaring, “OH, oh, oh.” She cried as she was about to explode.

Then she heard the sound of a road train braking and the noise of a horn being blasted, as the three-trailer road train came slowly to a halt. Stella lifted her head as Mags went looking for her trackie daks and panties. “Shit,” Stella said aloud, “stay here babe.” As she got out of the cruiser and waved a hand at the driver.

The driver didn’t move and looked down at Stella from his cabin, not smiling, not frowning just looking at her bored shitless, Stella guessed. “Sorry mate, I fell asleep and just stopped.”

“Did you now?” he replied as Margarita’s little head appeared over the dashboard of the land cruiser. He scratched his 3-day growth as he spied Margarita then looked back at Stella and told her in his outback tone, “Well, you’re fucking awake now, so move it off the fucking road, you stupid cow. And do your fucking in the layby’s that way you won’t get yourself killed. For fuck sake.”

Stella looked at the land cruiser and glared at Mags, who smiled and waved. Stella was thinking to herself as she marched back to the vehicle ‘you’re not helping Mags’.

The driver of the road train just sat there, glaring at them both, as Stella started the car, threw it into gear, and took off in a hurry. Sending gravel spewing out of the rear wheels as she went around the road train.

“Wow this is a long semi, isn’t it,” Mags stated realising that Stella wasn’t in the mood for small talk. She kept quiet for a short time until shouldn’t any longer. “Babe, we need to stop,”

“Why,” bursa escort bayan was all that Stella asked.

“I need to pee, babe, and we haven’t eaten for ages,” Mags answered.

“Next layby, ok, only another 70 clicks or so, about an hour. Can you hold onto it?”

“Are you serious, I need to pee like now, just stop the bloody car sweetheart, it’s no big deal surely?”

Stella slowed down and gradually pulled to a stop, at the side of the road. Well actually well off to the side, any other traffic could pass them without hindrance.

There were no bushes, there were no trees, just opened grasslands, semi-arid, almost desert Margarita squatted down and relieved herself. Thank god it is still dark she thought, then she called out, “Sweetheart, I need some tissues,”

Stella came over and handed her a small travel pack of soft tissues, as she stepped back she took her phone out and started recording her. “Oh really,” said Mags “you want me on your phone having a shit do you?”

Stella laughed and kept recording.

“You’ll keep, you know, I have a long memory.” She told her loving partner.

“Ha!” Stella exclaimed, “You can’t even remember our anniversary.”

“Which one, the one when we met, 4th April, or the one when you seduced me into your bed and made me your wife? Which was the end of June, the 28th by the way,” She asked and then answered.

“If I remember well, it was you spying on me in the shower, I was perfectly happy being heterosexual, it was you who seduced me to the dark side.” She told her as she showed her the video of her squatting in the outback.

“If I waited on you to make the first move we’d still be sleeping in our own beds.” Mags teased her.

“Maybe, but I doubt it.” She was told in reply.

Look at that, as they stood close next to each other and Stella pointed eastwards as the first rays of the morning sky were starting to fade the stars away.

“It’s been a long time since I have seen a sunrise.” She told Margarita.

As she turned to Stella, she reached up to her, cup her face in her hands and told her. “I love you so much,” Then she kissed her lovingly, hugging her.

“You make me feel so much bigger and stronger than I am Stell. Don’t go getting hurt on me OK”

“What a strange thing to say, babe, of course, I won’t. Well, I don’t have any plans to, put it that way.” She said with a smile on her face. “Come on, let’s get going before it gets too hot.”

They got back on the road, and Stella got into a steady speed and drove all the way to Innamincka, getting there just before noon. Margarita had been quiet for the last hour, deep in her own thoughts.

“I think we will crash here for a day, we both need a good night’s sleep and a decent shower.” Stella opened her bag and handed Margarita 10 ten dollar notes, all old and used. Then told her to head into the pub, and order them lunch and large beers.

“I’m going to book us into a room, I’ll meet you in there shortly.”

Mags looked like a lost soul, her jacket and pants were oversized, and all she had on was her pair of knickers and a very tight singlet under the jacket and tracksuit pants. Nothing on her feet. Hardly dressed for eating out she thought as she just stood there looking back at Stella.

Stella looked straight back at her and asked. “What?”

“Babe, what do I look like to you?” She asked “A right little dag, hey,”

“You look Ok sweetie, honestly,”

“Stella Murphy, I do not look OK, so after you book us into a room, we are going to look for something I can wear besides these bloody smelly things. Jesus fucking Christ I must stink.”

Stella went to her and hugged her then playfully told her, “Geez you are on the nose you know.” At which point, Mags tried to push her away and slap at her. Stella just laughed at her and held her closer. “But I love the way you smell. Sit in the car and I’ll get us a room, then we’ll find you some clothes ok?”

Margarita had a pout on her lips but smiled and nodded.

And went back to the car and waited. Ten minutes later Stella came back wiggling a set of keys in her hand. “Room 23 around the back.” She jumped in the car and slowly parked the car in front of room 23.

She handed the keys to Mags and waited till she had gone, then put the gun from the door into the back of her jeans and grabbed the motorbike saddlebags as well as her roll of other bits and bobs. It was then she realised that she too had no change of clothes. They were both in need of a new set of gear. She wasn’t too hopeful of getting rigged out in outback South Australia.

Once they got into their room the first thing Margarita did was head to the shower, throw off her jacket and tracky pants and turn the shower on, waiting for the water to warm up and get the right temperature. Then she stood under the water in her singlet and knickers. Resting her hands on the wall as the water washed away the smell of her past. The görükle escort bayan smell of her brother’s clothes, the smell of the house she was tied to, chained to a bed like a dog. She let the water wash over her fully aware that her saviour was standing at the door watching her. She cried, for the first time since the night before last, when her father knocked her unconscious and belted her with a leather strap, stripped her out of her pyjamas, and blacked her tiny child-like body until she passed out once again. Each stroke came back to her. How her brother stood over her and let his semen fall onto her face as he laughed. She felt nothing towards them. She just didn’t care. She just cried and cried.

Stella stripped off and joined her, holding her, telling her to let it all out. She was there for her and will never leave her alone again. She too cried. She knew she had to tell Margarita everything, but they will first cry together, under the shower.

As the water turned cold, Stella turned the taps off but didn’t let her Mags go, she held onto her. She heard the satellite phone buzz and knew she had to answer it, but they must wait.

Stella dried her and took her wet underclothes from her and put her into bed. She looked for a place to dry them, and with the mid-day sun overhead, she put them on the window sill knowing full well that in fifteen minutes they would be bone dry, and they were.

Stella picked up the phone and went outside and away from the buildings knowing she would get a clear line of sight to the satellite she knew that the ‘Matron’ would have positioned by now somewhere in a low orbit above them. Dialled the number and waited. It was answered immediately and a male voice asked “Status”

Stella went into her Major Murphy mode and replied. “Secured in Innamincka, R’n’R, all clear.” Then she remembered the stop with the truckie. But felt it wasn’t important enough to mention.

There was a couple of clicking sounds then the Matron came on the line. “I thought I told you to drive straight through and share the driving.”

“You did Tilley, but Mags needs a rest. After what she has been through the past 24 hours or so, she needs to rest.”

“I see, you know your situation best so we are in your hands, how much time do you need?” Tilley McMahon asked her.

“I haven’t told her anything yet but I need to tell her everything and I mean everything,”

“I asked how much time, Major?” The stern voice said. She didn’t raise her voice, she didn’t have to, and she just changed her tone, and put the accent on certain words to emphasize the importance of the time frame.

“48 hours, the first 24 to rest and then I need to tell her what lies ahead of us.” Major Murphy explained in just as much a forceful tone.

There was silence on the end of the line then the General’s voice came on, “Major, you can tell her about what you did to her family and no more than that, other than you are ex-army. That is all you can tell her, have I made myself understood Major?”

“Yes Sir,” came the smart and intelligent reply. “Permission to speak openly Sir?”

“Granted.” The General replied.

“Sir, if I am to return to active duty, I will need my partner with me, at all times, she needs to know who and what I really am. I won’t or can’t lie to her, she is the reason I am still alive, Sir.”

“Major, we will talk about this, in-depth, look at all of the consequences. We cannot afford to have any leaks. I know you trust her but can WE trust her?”

“Understood Sir. She is extremely loyal and trustworthy Sir.”

Then in a more conciliatory tone, he said to her, “Stella, I do understand your situation, but a lot is at stake right now, you will be briefed once you get to Broome. Take care of your partner and the safest way to do that is to tell her as little as possible.” The conversation ended. The line went dead.

She put the phone away and looked down at the sleeping 20-year-old child-like figure she fell in love with. Sat on the edge of the bed and held her head in her hands.

Then quietly to herself, she said “FUCK, FUCK FUCKETY FUCK.”

She lay on the bed next to Margarita and snuggled into her, she closed her eyes. It was a sound outside that woke her two hours later, some sort of argument. She got up and looked out of the curtains and saw a group of lads pushing and shoving each other. Loud, drunk most likely she thought and just being lads. She watched them for a short while and was about to go back to her Mags when one of the lads broke off her side mirror and started to use it as a club. She pulled on her jeans and a T-shirt. Went outside and confronted the individual. “What are you doing with my mirror mate?”

“Fuck off,” came the reply.

“Look, mate, you are going to hurt someone with it if you’re not careful and then I will feel guilty because it is my mirror, you understand that right?”

“Fuck off you dozy bitch before I smash you with it.” He retorted.

Stella smiled and looked him in the eye, “You’re not going to do that, you’re pissed so put it down and go home to sleep it off before you get hurt, mate.”

He looked at Stella and said, “I am not your fucking mate, bitch, but if you want a bit of cock we can give it to you.” Then he took a giant swing at Stella.

Shirley’s story…

As she grew up, Shirley was always a good little girl but she knew she was different. She liked women. She did have a boyfriend and the sex was okay but secretly she wanted to touch and taste another woman. However, she was the good little girl and hid behind boundaries she built for many years.

The day those boundaries began to crumble started only a few weeks after she began college. The daily routine of getting up, going to school, coming home, studying, going to sleep; had been established. This day was no different.

Already a test, she thinks as she reads the literature book.

“Can you give me a hand?”

The question takes Shirley by surprise and she looks up from her desk. Standing before her is a gorgeous young woman. She has trouble listening because she is so attracted to this person but is able to make out that the girl’s name. Nancy. Her new roommate.

“I’m sorry to just pop in. I knocked and got no answer. I found that the door was unlocked.”

“That’s okay. ” Shirley points to her book. ” When I study, I lose track of my surroundings.”

Shirley stands up.

“Now, let me help you ” she says and follows Nancy out to her vehicle.

As she helps bring up some boxes she begins to hear about Nancy’s life. However, she is lost. She is able to understand that Nancy is a year older than she is and was a good friend with Gina, a fellow student in her chemistry class who recommended Nancy as a fellow roommate, but all she can do is to stare at the woman. Things will be difficult now, she thinks as she wished she could run her fingers through Nancy’s long golden hair.

“So what’s your major?”

Nancy’s question breaks Shirley’s thoughts.

“Um… Business. I’m not sure what I am going to do yet.”

“Who does, ” Nancy lets out a laugh and Shirley joins her.

“Nice laugh, ” says Nancy as she sets down the last box.

“Thanks.”

The evening progresses slowly for Shirley. She finishes her studies but knows that she had not learned a damned thing. All the time she thought of Nancy.

Because of unpacking, Nancy had gotten comfortable. A real baggy t-shirt and very short shorts. From time to time, Nancy would emerge from her room to get a drink and smile. Shirley would smile back, and Nancy would return to her room. Never had Shirley been so turned on by another person. In school she had lost her virginity to a boyfriend who everyone thought was going to be the one she would marry. His cock felt great and she would get turned on by being with him, but THIS is different! She never wanted him like she feels for this person she just met.

The rest of the evening is pretty tame. Nancy left to get something for dinner. She had asked if Shirley wanted to go with her but she was able to back off by saying that she really needed to finish studying. Which was the truth because she still had not learned anything. So, Nancy left and Shirley studied.

She must have dozed off because she was woken up to Nancy’s soft voice.

“Hey, bookworm. Wake up.”

Shirley looks up from the desk.

Nancy was standing şişli escort over her and had changed to her night clothes. It was a long night shirt but she was awake enough to realize that Nancy was not wearing any shorts. What was underneath ,if anything, was only left to Shirley’s imagination.

“Good night, ” says Nancy.

“Night. ” says Shirley as she gathers her book and heads for her room.

Still nothing was learned but she is finding that she doesn’t really care.

Shirley lies in her bed and finds she can’t stop thinking of her new friend sleeping such a short distance away. She pulls down the covers. She has never been comfortable in sleeping in the nude but tonight her panties are so wet that she pulls them off, removes her t-shirt and pulls the covers back over her.

Her hand moves up her naked leg and she is not surprised as to how wet her pussy is. She slowly begins to rub it. Normally her fantasies are pretty tame but tonight is different. As she rubs, she wishes it was Nancy’s hand on her pussy. Playing with it. Rubbing it.

Her other hand finds her breast. Her 36 C’s has always got whistles from boys but she could swear, as she pinches her short nipple, that Nancy was looking at them through the thin t-shirt she was wearing earlier. Nancy was wearing the baggy t-shirt but Shirley could swear that they were much bigger than hers.

Her fingers continue to play with her swollen pussy and she finds herself on fire with these thoughts. She rams one finger in but that still does not help. She shoves a second one in and pinches her nipple even harder. She pulls the covers back down and plays with herself rougher than she ever has.

She moves her hand down and rubs her clit as she reaches into her drawer and pulls out a ten inch dildo a friend gave her as a gag gift. She shoves it between her wet lips into her hot, aching pussy. She wishes that Nancy was doing this to her. She wishes she could ram this fake cock into her new friend.

In and out, in and out… She rubs her pussy harder. “Oh, Nancy… ” she thinks.

Then she comes.

The world explodes as she finds herself enjoying her most powerful orgasm ever. Not even the boyfriend she left back home had done this to her.

As she lies there, she finds that she is not sleepy, as is often the case, but restless. Restless for the young girl down the hall. Restless with the desire to have her pussy looked at by that girl. Restless with the desire to by touched, licked and fucked by her new friend.

Restless with the desire to return the favor.

Thoughts of her new friend fills her mind as she begins to rub herself once more.

“Nancy… ” she moans as she comes again.

She manages another orgasm before she becomes sleepy. As she drifts off to sleep Shirley knows that she is now different. No longer will she be the good little girl. She wants to be bad. She thinks once more of Nancy as she falls asleep not noticing her door slowly opening. Nancy looks at her new roommate and smiles. She picks up the dildo that Shirley left on the bed. She smells Shirley’s taksim escort scent as she licks the toy and grins. Lying the fake cock by her sleeping friend, she quietly leaves.
Shirley’s story…

As she grew up, Shirley was always a good little girl but she knew she was different. She liked women. She did have a boyfriend and the sex was okay but secretly she wanted to touch and taste another woman. However, she was the good little girl and hid behind boundaries she built for many years.

The day those boundaries began to crumble started only a few weeks after she began college. The daily routine of getting up, going to school, coming home, studying, going to sleep; had been established. This day was no different.

Already a test, she thinks as she reads the literature book.

“Can you give me a hand?”

The question takes Shirley by surprise and she looks up from her desk. Standing before her is a gorgeous young woman. She has trouble listening because she is so attracted to this person but is able to make out that the girl’s name. Nancy. Her new roommate.

“I’m sorry to just pop in. I knocked and got no answer. I found that the door was unlocked.”

“That’s okay. ” Shirley points to her book. ” When I study, I lose track of my surroundings.”

Shirley stands up.

“Now, let me help you ” she says and follows Nancy out to her vehicle.

As she helps bring up some boxes she begins to hear about Nancy’s life. However, she is lost. She is able to understand that Nancy is a year older than she is and was a good friend with Gina, a fellow student in her chemistry class who recommended Nancy as a fellow roommate, but all she can do is to stare at the woman. Things will be difficult now, she thinks as she wished she could run her fingers through Nancy’s long golden hair.

“So what’s your major?”

Nancy’s question breaks Shirley’s thoughts.

“Um… Business. I’m not sure what I am going to do yet.”

“Who does, ” Nancy lets out a laugh and Shirley joins her.

“Nice laugh, ” says Nancy as she sets down the last box.

“Thanks.”

The evening progresses slowly for Shirley. She finishes her studies but knows that she had not learned a damned thing. All the time she thought of Nancy.

Because of unpacking, Nancy had gotten comfortable. A real baggy t-shirt and very short shorts. From time to time, Nancy would emerge from her room to get a drink and smile. Shirley would smile back, and Nancy would return to her room. Never had Shirley been so turned on by another person. In school she had lost her virginity to a boyfriend who everyone thought was going to be the one she would marry. His cock felt great and she would get turned on by being with him, but THIS is different! She never wanted him like she feels for this person she just met.

The rest of the evening is pretty tame. Nancy left to get something for dinner. She had asked if Shirley wanted to go with her but she was able to back off by saying that she really needed to finish studying. Which was the truth because she still had not learned beşiktaş escort anything. So, Nancy left and Shirley studied.

She must have dozed off because she was woken up to Nancy’s soft voice.

“Hey, bookworm. Wake up.”

Shirley looks up from the desk.

Nancy was standing over her and had changed to her night clothes. It was a long night shirt but she was awake enough to realize that Nancy was not wearing any shorts. What was underneath ,if anything, was only left to Shirley’s imagination.

“Good night, ” says Nancy.

“Night. ” says Shirley as she gathers her book and heads for her room.

Still nothing was learned but she is finding that she doesn’t really care.

Shirley lies in her bed and finds she can’t stop thinking of her new friend sleeping such a short distance away. She pulls down the covers. She has never been comfortable in sleeping in the nude but tonight her panties are so wet that she pulls them off, removes her t-shirt and pulls the covers back over her.

Her hand moves up her naked leg and she is not surprised as to how wet her pussy is. She slowly begins to rub it. Normally her fantasies are pretty tame but tonight is different. As she rubs, she wishes it was Nancy’s hand on her pussy. Playing with it. Rubbing it.

Her other hand finds her breast. Her 36 C’s has always got whistles from boys but she could swear, as she pinches her short nipple, that Nancy was looking at them through the thin t-shirt she was wearing earlier. Nancy was wearing the baggy t-shirt but Shirley could swear that they were much bigger than hers.

Her fingers continue to play with her swollen pussy and she finds herself on fire with these thoughts. She rams one finger in but that still does not help. She shoves a second one in and pinches her nipple even harder. She pulls the covers back down and plays with herself rougher than she ever has.

She moves her hand down and rubs her clit as she reaches into her drawer and pulls out a ten inch dildo a friend gave her as a gag gift. She shoves it between her wet lips into her hot, aching pussy. She wishes that Nancy was doing this to her. She wishes she could ram this fake cock into her new friend.

In and out, in and out… She rubs her pussy harder. “Oh, Nancy… ” she thinks.

Then she comes.

The world explodes as she finds herself enjoying her most powerful orgasm ever. Not even the boyfriend she left back home had done this to her.

As she lies there, she finds that she is not sleepy, as is often the case, but restless. Restless for the young girl down the hall. Restless with the desire to have her pussy looked at by that girl. Restless with the desire to by touched, licked and fucked by her new friend.

Restless with the desire to return the favor.

Thoughts of her new friend fills her mind as she begins to rub herself once more.

“Nancy… ” she moans as she comes again.

She manages another orgasm before she becomes sleepy. As she drifts off to sleep Shirley knows that she is now different. No longer will she be the good little girl. She wants to be bad. She thinks once more of Nancy as she falls asleep not noticing her door slowly opening. Nancy looks at her new roommate and smiles. She picks up the dildo that Shirley left on the bed. She smells Shirley’s scent as she licks the toy and grins. Lying the fake cock by her sleeping friend, she quietly leaves.

My Dream of Jeannie-

It is said that a girl never really forgets her first ‘Love’. Sadly, that adage may still hold true even if her love is not returned. I can’t speak for the rest of humanity, but as for me? Well… let’s just say that statement has special meaning.

I am a woman who is older than most and younger than some, but my passion for love and life has not diminished over the years. I don’t make the reference to my age so I can claim some venerable position among the lovelorn – I well remember what it was like to be young and full of promise! And I have since found a love so strong that it leaves me breathless! I simply refer to my age to give some credence to my original statement, that even with a lifetime worth of experiences, a girl never forgets her first true love. At least I haven’t.

Her name was Barbara. Barbara Eden.

This all happened when I was a much younger woman – a girl, really. I had just turned 18 and was a senior in Highschool when Phil and Barbara moved into my neighborhood. It was at the beginning of April, and I was babysitting for them by the second weekend of their arrival. They turned into my Friday regulars as I watched their two boys, with the occasional ‘overnighter’ as long as I had my father’s permission. And although the Barbara Eden I knew wasn’t the famous television actress, the many hours spent watching reruns of the old NBC sit-com after meeting her filled my imagination.

My Barbara was 41, married to an accountant and not an astronaut, had long wavy brown hair instead of blonde, and was not quite as tall – at least she didn’t seem as tall from what I could gather by watching the television show. But like the actress whose name she shared, Barbara had an absolutely curvaceous figure and dressed to show it off.

Strangely, after the first few times sitting for them, I never saw much of Mr. Eden. He seemed like a nice enough man, but Barbara never really talked about him much except to say he was gone on a business trip. It was always her I met at the door and always her who called for any last-minute arrangements.

I grew up in a conservative household and led what could be generously called a sheltered life. I’d have to say that my understanding about life, love and relationships was not very worldly and generally my feelings were internalized; I was always just going to get married and be a homemaker. So, after graduating, I had no real skills and no real plans to move away. Barbara called on me more and more frequently until she was my only real income – something my mother found appealing because she didn’t have to worry about getting me around and always knew where to find me. I liked the extra money I earned, even though I got tired of telling my friends I couldn’t go out with them because I was babysitting the Eden boys again.

As I became a regular fixture in Barbara’s household, we grew closer and closer. I’d tell her of my abortive attempts at dating, the latest gossip from my friends, and even of my brother’s antics while learning how to drive and my father’s wild-eyed look as he stepped out of the car. In turn, Barbara would listen attentively, laughing with genuine mirth or looking grave as my stories spun out.

Barbara had a care-free and easy attitude about life. She gave me advice on dating that my mother never could. She let me know that some things were for fun and others for love. She taught me to know the difference between the two, at least as far as she saw it. She taught me that how I dress – and more importantly, how I act, could determine the outcome. To put it succinctly, she was miraculous. She taught me that I was in charge. It was a glorious feeling. She opened my eyes. Opened them not just to what was, but to what could be. She treated me like an adult, and I loved her for that alone.

One thing Barbara always did was attend lots of parties. It didn’t matter what the occasion was – Barbara had lots of friends and went to lots of parties. It was always me she called on to watch the boys when these events took place. In my mind, I felt she truly wanted me. Of course, by that time, I would arrive early. Sometimes when I had nothing to do, I would show up hours before she really needed me.

She didn’t seem to mind.

Barbara had a way of making me feel special, of sharing intimate moments no matter how benign. I rus escort chatted with her as she applied make-up – plopping down on her bed as she sat in front of the mirror. She had the fullest lips that just begged to be kissed by the applicator, eyes that were somehow more expressive with the expert daub of a little mascara, hair that, once brushed and tamed, turned itself into a coif that fit perfectly with the outfit she was wearing. It was – and still is – a magic that I envied and have yet to duplicate.

It may be a sign of my cluelessness back then, but overnight parties for her were the norm. It would sometimes flip-flop between our two houses on where I stayed with the boys, but on this day, Barbara didn’t hesitate to ask my parents if I could spend the weekend at her house. Unsurprisingly, my parents agreed. Barbara took pains to make sure I was equipped to have a good time, giving me the run of the house and laying out snacks, drinks, and any special instructions. I usually kept her boys entertained with games and puzzles when they weren’t demolishing everything with their construction trucks or hunting all manner of make-believe bad guys.

On this night, after the boys had gone to bed and I was lazing upstairs in her room watching television, Barbara called to ask how they were doing. She was only checking on them, of course, but not before talking to me. I felt alive to be so involved, so important.

I distinctly remember flopping on the bed after hanging up, the television’s muted drone in the background, the light casting dancing shadows on the ceiling. I longed for the time Barbara and I spent alone, when she was not entertaining friends – like that time she sat before the mirror getting herself ready. In my fantasies, I let my imagination wander. I wanted to be just like her.

Standing, I closed her bedroom door to use the full-length mirror behind it. I turned on the light and gazed a long time at my image. As always, I was dissatisfied with my appearance. My body was too thin, my face not pretty, my breasts too small, my hips not full. I wanted to be as curvy and beautiful as Barbara. It didn’t matter that my mother told me I was special, or that my father told me I have beauty enough to crack the hearts of men. They were my parents after all.

I checked on the sleeping boys again, my heart racing at what I was about to do. Returning to Barbara’s bedroom, I stripped myself naked, standing before the mirror as I ran my hands over my breasts and belly. I wanted to be sexy – sexy like Barbara. I toyed with my nipples – pinching them, pulling at the darker nubs until they were stiff and tingling. Alternately holding and squeezing each breast with one hand, I slid the other hand down over my belly to the mound of my sex, probing the contours with my fingers, the tips pushing along the soft lips – pushing past the folds and into the interior as my other hand continued to tease and squeeze my breast.

My fingers moved, the insides felt wet and hot, the flesh soft to the touch as I masturbated in Barbara’s room. My fingers moved again, eyes fixed on my image in the mirror as I began a slow sliding of my fingers in and out of my sex. I groaned aloud, closing and opening my eyes in turn to stare at my face in the mirror, watching my fingers continue their slow movements.

I turned away to kneel on all fours as arousal thrummed through me. A light film of sweat covered my face and body, shivering slightly even though it felt a million degrees in the room. On my knees with my head down on the floor, I slid a hand between my thighs and began to finger myself again. This was a new position I had recently discovered, and one I found I liked.

It was slow and delicious, then hard and intense when I moved my fingers and hand in a piston-like motion. I felt my hair; the wayward tufts tickling my palm as I reached down. I was incredibly aroused, but I couldn’t bring myself to look over my shoulder and into the mirror again. First, the fingers were inside me, then outside again to find my clitoris. I pinched… pulled… rubbed myself to a frenzy until the climax overwhelmed my senses.

I started breathing again, but I know what brought me to orgasm was the crazy notion that if I did this in her house… no, not just her house, her bedroom! That since I did it there, we would somehow be more connected.

I was so naïve, but that’s all I could think to do as Barbara consumed more and more of my thoughts.

*****

It was Halloween weekend when I realized I was in love with her. With Barbara’s inspiring me, I’d just convinced my parents to let me enroll and take some college courses for the next semester. I felt I was ready for anything. So when I say love, I’m not talking of an adolescent crush where I think the woman is beautiful and fun to be around. I’m talking about a life-altering love where I thought I could spend the rest of my days in happy bliss. It was hard to admit, but she had that kind of effect on me.

The weather was perfect. A crisp afternoon, the sky a clear blue, the air sweet and fresh. I always enjoyed autumn because it usually seemed more about the renewal of life than any other season. Everything about autumn spoke to me.

My family usually planned a low-key gathering with costume prizes for us around Halloween weekend, but this time, my mother and I found ourselves alone. Robert, my brother, had signed up for the military and my father took him on a camping trip – just the two of them. I guess it was for some ultra-secret Father/Son hunting in the woods as neither one talked about it much. My mother and I found ourselves at loose ends until Barbara called to ask if we would like to come over to her house, since she was throwing a party on Saturday night.

As my mother and I stepped into her house to mingle, I felt cramped. The house was full, with about 30 people in all. And every one of them an adult. I first saw that the men and women who attended the party were dressed in a variety of costumes, from Abe Lincoln and Uncle Sam to werewolves and vampires and witches – the fake blood and rubber knives sticking from them sending a shiver of apprehension through me.

The trick-or-treating had been done the night before, but Barbara still had candy set out in bowls made from plastic skulls and a punch on the kitchen table that was the color of midnight. Candles were everywhere, casting flickering shadows on the fake webbing that was strung throughout the house.

I also noticed that not all of the partygoers were dressed so darkly. There were doctors and nurses, Roman emperors dressed in togas, firemen and even a few I couldn’t place. More importantly to me, I was the only ‘kid’ there. Oh sure, Barbara’s sons were darting through the throng of people, squealing madly when they got a bit of candy. But as far as invited guests, I was the only girl my age there and felt distinctly out of place in my stupid princess costume, knowing – just knowing – that everyone was looking at me and wondering why I was there.

And then I saw her.

She was dressed in, so help me, a complete genie outfit; veils, sandals, and pantaloons – the color-clash of the various fabric only heightening her beauty. She had an elaborate blonde wig with sparkling nets and clasps to keep the waves in place, along with ribbons tied on her upper arms that trailed behind her softly as she moved.

She was beautiful. She was a goddess.

Barbara came over to me then, noticing my arrival.

And just like that, I suddenly felt at ease. If the one person I could ever hope to mingle with at this party sought me out… how bad could it be? My nervousness quelled; my jitters vanished. This was Barbara, after all.

“Hey Kreen!” she said, tumbling into me, pressing my lower back against the edge of the kitchen island. She tried to plant a kiss in my cheek but missed abysmally.

“Whoops! Sorry Pincesss”, she said with a giggle.

I was shocked; the tangible feeling of her breasts pushing against my own sending unknown tremors through me. I could barely understand what she was saying. I belatedly pieced together her comment, pretty sure she was referring to my costume a second ago. Maybe? I had to keep my hands on her hips to steady her. She was drunk.

Suddenly, I was scared and even more anxious that before. People were watching. I looked in her eyes, almost willing her to notice my discomfort about this whole thing. Barbara seemed to sober then.

“I need help.” Barbara said. “Please help me… keep me company tonight.”

I swallowed hard before glancing back down. I only nodded.

I watched her ukraynalı escort then; intently, obsessively for the rest of the night. I was her constant companion, refilling her glass or walking with her to the bathroom… it didn’t matter. We shared touches, looks, eyerolls and a general closeness that we both seemed in sync to. As long as I could be helping her, it was probably going to be OK.

Three hours and a few more glasses of wine by Barbara later, we left the house to sit on the patio. I’ve never been a drinker, but I carried around a glass that night – more to fit it than anything else. Most of the guests were gone by then, the few stragglers winding down in the living room – my mother among them.

Barbara and I had shared long looks, meaning-filled laughter and the innocent touch of fingertips by one another in the flickering stretches of candlelight as the night progressed. Somehow, I felt even more connected with her tonight, than I had that time alone in front of the mirror in her bedroom. I didn’t feel sexy or aroused, just… that I belonged. We were two kindred souls, sharing a common bond. For the life of me, I can’t figure out why or when the tension suddenly became sexual.

But it did.

Once outside, we fell on each other like ravenous wolves. The crisp air bit into our skin, but dissipated like steam upon contact, with the heat streaking from Barbara’s body into mine. She kissed me, first pressing me against the house, arms pinned above me as our lips met. The stark contrast between the cold and rough brick behind me and her heated grip making me gasp and grind further against her.

Oh, God! How confused I was about it all… but I wanted this!

Time seemed to stutter; long stretches followed by quick flashes. We were leaning against the low cinderblock wall, me straddling her straightened legs as her hand snaked up my bare back to knot in my hair, pulling lightly. Her other hand found access into my scooped neckline, and she fondled me there, echoing her caress with her tongue – mouth firm and rich on mine, tasting of unchecked lust and stale wine.

An eternity later, we found ourselves reclining in the lounge chairs, her lips working my nipples through the fabric of my top; teeth teasing, while her hands cupped me both above and below.

I moaned, and felt the echo slide down my body into hers until it hummed through the contact of her pussy grinding against my thigh. Each time we moved I had no memory of doing so. And each time, I allowed it; submitting to the desire I saw firing her dark eyes and my body answering the breathless demands she whispered against my flushed skin.

Only the sharp clang of a dropped glass and muted sounds of the guests inside the house reminded us that we were still part of the world. We had been acting like two teenagers in a parked car. Barbara pulled away and leaned her forehead against mine; her breath coming in short, jagged gasps. Far off, to the edge of my sight, a bolt of lightning came crashing down to scissor across the sky, followed by a low growl of thunder.

I closed my eyes as if warding away the storm and smiled into her mouth.

There was only Barbara… her skin scenting the air, her touch turning the once clear evening into a storm-laden tropical night. Months of longing unrealized melted away under the heat of her flesh. If I had an Achilles heel, I thought, this woman was it!

“Come for me now.” Barbara said.

I moaned against her throat. Oh, how I came! Just like in her bedroom, but this time I was in her arms, in her presence… her fingers deftly finishing what I imagined we had started there. It was where I wanted to be, and where I felt I belonged.

*****

I saw her several times after that night, but never again as a lover… our families never connected that deeply on a level outside of my babysitting gigs. I realize now that Barbara was a very troubled woman living in a marriage she didn’t want. The divorce from her husband was ugly in its meanness, and she moved away not long after. During this time, I still sat for the boys when I could, but things were never the same. Wanting some adventure of my own, I did go to a local college and eventually transferred to university for my last year of school.

I still remember her fondly, and I can’t watch that old TV show without thinking of her. Throughout my life, the kiss I received from Barbara that night on her patio has been kind of my ‘gold standard’ for kisses. Silly, I know, but even considering all the experiences in my life, the best kiss I have ever had was from my own Genie.

My Journey – Chapter 1 – Katherine

A/N– Please enjoy this story of life, discovery and love. This is a multi-chapter at times a slow burn fictional story. Let’s call the slow burn elements background and character building. KAD

Looking back at my adolescent years, I remember them as being strict and absolutely stifling. I grew up in a large Catholic family. I have seven brothers and sisters: four brothers and three sisters, I am the third oldest child.

-Michael, the oldest, is reserved and lazy. He will live with our parents for his entire life.

-Rich is the handyman of the family, he is our go to and fixes what comes our way.

-Then me. I guess you could say I see the whole and good in people but I feel stifled in my life. I want to do good for others.

-Derrick, the black sheep, troublemaker, always fighting the rules. We know for certain he is heading for a life of less success and incarceration.

-Liz is our quiet shy bookworm, the second smartest by far of us all.

-Mary is our beauty queen, the athlete, a model made for all to view and adore. Her dark raven hair makes all of us jealous.

-William the genius one day he will rule the world, at least that is how I feel.

-Erin, the whoops baby! She is our saint. She is destined for a faith based life.

My mother had a very difficult time stammering through the conversation with me about becoming a woman; difficult topics were not her strong suit. It was her first time having the conversation. With me she never mentioned sex or making love, it was clinical reading from a book what to expect when I would get my first period. It wasn’t her fault. Thank goodness for a few friends I had, Patty, Mary Beth and Jenna. We helped each other understand and get through those difficult days.

We were dedicated to faith, kindness, religion and service to others. Based on the teaching of the catholic faith we believed in our faith, love, respect and trust, which we now know was significantly flawed by a large number of priests.

It was later uncovered that priests who served our parish, here in western Pennsylvania, were named in a massive investigation that was conducted and Grand Jury documents released. To this day I pray my brothers were never harmed.

We were to believe any and everything taught to us while in school, home or extracurricular activities which were all church related. We learned things either from a book, our parents, our doctors, our friends or my trial and error.

We had ABC, CBS, NBC and PBS. We didn’t have HBO, MTV or any cable television to learn from.

Entertainment in the home was wholesome and innocent. Cards or board games, then one hour of television, rated G, then prayers, then off to bed. My social life revolved around the Girl Scouts, our church and spending time with other “like minded families”, as my parents put it, at church sponsored events. There was Friday night bingo, fundraisers, picnics and of course there was never any real unsupervised time where boys and girls intermingled.

We tried, trust me, at least I tried. If and when we were caught, we were punished. More than once my bottom was reddened by the paddle of a nun or the belt from my father. So you get the idea, to me Catholic school was like prison.

Not much in my life had or was going to change as I had hoped it would have when high school came. I still dreamt of change and freedom. I wasn’t rebellious; I knew there was more to life than what I was seeing.

I went to a Catholic high school where nuns as well as priests were our teachers. We wore uniforms, boys in a white or light blue shirt with a tie, tied properly, blue dress pants and black dress shoes. Girl wore a white or light blue blouse, with proper undergarments including a cotton camisole to hide our bra, a blue or blue and gold striped skirt with knee high length socks. The socks were to be white, dark or light blue, and of course patent leather shoes, no heels, flats.

If the skirt appeared too short, it was measured. Policy was two inches below the knees, which was the rule. If it were short, to the principal’s office where discipline followed. Then a call to your parents reminding them of school uniform policies.

At the beginning of my junior year, I sat with my mother and father at the table where they presented to me the SAT study book. I was instructed that I would study two to six hours per week in addition to my regular homework. I was informed that I would take the SATs, then in the fall I would submit my college applications.

The SAT’s were not too difficult. I was told by my teachers I did well achieving a 1430. I wasn’t praised by my parents nor was there any celebration. Later during my freshman year of college I learned how well I had done, I never realized nor was it mentioned or celebrated that I scored in the upper 5% of the entire country whatsapp escort that year.

The real challenge came when I was applying to college and what I wanted to study. Though my father wanted me to study business, I had long discussions with my father and mother about my need and desire to serve my fellow man and want to care for others. I felt the education that would give that to me was that of a registered nurse.

It was only after many conversations including a few with Father Krys that it was agreed upon as deemed an appropriate career path and life choice as well as safe by my parents. We just didn’t know which college I would go to.

My father agreed that we could visit the three schools I had in mind. Of course as a good Catholic, I would visit and apply to Duquesne. The University of Pittsburgh had a good nursing program but it, like Duquesne, Pitt was too close to home. I wanted a little separation. I wanted to see what was out there but not so far away that it was unreasonable. So we agreed I could visit and apply to IUP.

That’s it, it was now set. My life was set and planned out for me. I would go to college, graduate with a nursing degree and work as a professional nurse. Once I had graduated, I would secure a job, live at home. I would date a good Catholic man. When the man asked my father’s permission and they met his family, I would be engaged for a proper amount of time. A wedding date would be set after Easter but before Labor Day. It was then expected, unless there were health issues, that I would have a child within the first two years of marriage.

Sigh!

I would be my mom all over again. What would you expect, growing up as a child in a Catholic family living is western Pennsylvania in the early 1970’s and 1980’s?

It was a very blustery cold afternoon when I returned home from school when I saw two envelopes on the dining room table. One from Duquesne University a private and very expensive, the other was from IUP. It would be affordable with loans. I wouldn’t ask my parents for much support. Both schools had top-notch nursing programs.

Mother asked if I wanted to open the letters. I paused, shaking my head no, asking if I could use the phone to call Mary Beth.

I called; she had also received three letters this week in the mail but wasn’t telling me anything until I had heard. I shared with her my nervousness and excitement but my father would be home later. He and I would open the letters together.

“Ha!” She yelped into the phone, “your parents are too strict, it’s my mail, and I opened the letters.” I told her I would call her back when I knew more.

This was one of those times where I was so jealous of Mary Beth. She was so independent. Something as simple as opening mail that was addressed to me I waited on my parents’ permission.

I did tell her that one was from Duquesne and the other from IUP. She seemed very very happy.

As my father came home and we settled into our normal family pre-dinner routine, he and mother sat at the table looking over the mail. I stood nervously waiting, I wasn’t pacing but I was rocking back and forth on my feet.

I screamed in excitement, an acceptance letter to Duquesne School of Nursing. Next was the envelope from the IUP, which was my choice. Far enough from home, yet close enough not to be too far.

My father opened that envelope, opened and read the letter and smiled. I broke down in tears, crying uncontrollably. My dreams had come true.

“Father, may I go, call Mary Beth?”

***

My greatest fear as a young girl was dating and that all important first kiss. I was the oldest girl in our family. I didn’t have an older sister to ask or confide in. I wish I did, it would have made the whole conversation about getting my period so much easier, but I had my other sister to help me along the way.

Mary Beth, Patty and Jenna, yes, my friends, like my sisters. We all felt the same way.

We giggled and chatted and all agreed we were clueless about what we’re supposed to do? Who would teach us? Mary Beth, Patty, Jenna and I spoke about this constantly. Of course we all acted as if it wouldn’t be a huge deal but we knew deep inside this was a defining moment in our lives.

The most significant part of a high school senior girl’s life; prom! Our high school senior prom was only a few weeks away.

I guess you could say that Mary Beth was dating Eddie. Well sort of, Mary Beth had shared that for reasons he would not share with her, he didn’t like me. I know it was contentious between them. She was my best friend. It was well discussed between us.

The four of us all volunteered to be part of the decorating committee which turned out to be a life changing moment for me. We were almost finished decorating and I knew we had less than thirty minutes until our mothers would pick us up. I grabbed Mary Beth’s hand telling her I needed help in istanbul escort bayan the ladies room and dragged her with me.

We went in together. She looked at me inquisitively but was silent. I pushed open a stall door and pulled us both into it, closing and latching the door. We were standing there giggling and looking at each other.

I looked her dead in the eyes and said “Kiss me, practice, please kiss me. I want to know what it is like and what I am doing with Carl tomorrow night.”

I could see the shock in her eyes. She smiled and agreed as Eddie, her date would be the same. With firm lips and with eyes squinted shut, we tried, then we giggled and tried again and wow did we fail. We tried to calm down, we were whispering to each other and once we stopped laughing, I wrapped my arms around her waist.

I softly kissed her lips, closing my eyes, just like I had witnessed on television, in movies and from seeing in real life. A soft peck of the lips.

I pulled back, smiling at her. Mary Beth had an expression of enjoyment on her face; she was glowing. I was shocked when she pulled me closer and kissed me again.

Her lips were soft. Her hands over my shoulders touching my back, gently holding me. I responded by kissing her back. The feelings, the emotions, the thrill was so much more than I ever expected.

We stopped before too long, there was no giggling, no embarrassment, and no uneasiness. We looked deep into each other’s eyes. I faltered and broke first, blinking and blushing a deep crimson, then turned away. That kiss felt so good, I was elated!

Our time was coming to an end. We heard people chatting out in the hall. We exited the stall, flushing the toilet and both going to the sink washing our hands. Thankfully we did that as Sister Pierre walked into the bathroom. Pressing us to leave as parents were arriving and it was time to go home.

It was not only enjoyable but this chapter of my life was closing and a new chapter opening. Carl was handsy and twice Sister Grace, our Principal, scolded him for his hand placement.

We snuck in a few kisses; they were okay. The evening was fun and culminated with a hurried kiss and a semi-promise to stay in touch. So ended my high school life with another unfulfilled fairytale ending. Sadly, his kisses didn’t excite me.

Days later my mother called me into the den for a conversation with her and my father. They had heard some disturbing rumors about activities at prom. I denied any such knowledge or action. I was questioned again about kissing, groping, and the horrific act of smoking cigarettes.

I denied all accusations. “Father, mother, I would never embarrass you or the family acting in such a manner. God as my witness!”

It was then that I was told “Carl is not meant for you.” He was a risk, my mother said. A bad boy from a not very Catholic family and I would marry a different man when the time came. Carl was headed to the steel mill, he wasn’t college bound.

They believed me, dismissing me from the room.

I was still an innocent, untouched, pure; a virgin. Unless you consider kissing the loss of that title. I was a sheltered young woman who had admittedly needed some experience and wanted some enjoyment with post high school life.

The summer of 1980 was enjoyable except for one small episode. I saw Carl a week after graduation but I recalled the warning from my mother and kept my distance.

Mary Beth, Jenna and I were triplets at our school picnic which was held at the local amusement park. Patty was with her boyfriend Kevin. He was tall, a ‘long-haired hippie like boy’ with dreams and aspirations of playing professional sports. Hardly a chance of that working out we all thought.

I saw Carl with a girl on his arm none of us knew. She had a unique style flaunting as much as she could with her designer jean shorts showing more of her bum than what was covered.

I must admit, I was jealous. Jenna and Mary Beth both hugged me and told me I was prettier than that girl. It was that hug from Mary Beth where I felt the second jolt of electricity. It was amazing, my heart beat faster, my legs unsteady, my knees almost buckled. I never considered myself pretty. I was just me.

We had an enjoyable day riding the rides; I think I enjoyed the Haunted Hideaway boat ride the most. Jenna sat up front; Mary Beth and I sat in the back seat.

Needlessly, we sat shoulder to shoulder. When the boat left the station and moved into the darkness, rocking gently, I was bold. I put my hand on her leg feeling some skin exposed by her shorts. If you ask me today, thinking back I still have no idea why I did that. Maybe instinct? I don’t know, I just did it.

The thrill of it, the thrill in touching her, in that moment! Indescribable!

I wish I could have seen the look on her face. I was only this bold because of the darkness. The ride ended with the final ghost making an appearance, Jenna özbek escort screamed. We laughed and exited the ride heading for the thrill of a roller coaster.

Yes the roller coasters were fun, thrilling; the adrenal rush was a blast. The wind in our face. We each took turns riding as the single. We had a blast as a trio of friends.

The Haunted Hideaway was a different rush, so much so, I wanted to ride it again, so we did. Jenna said she didn’t mind. It kept us out of the sun for a little bit. She giggled saying she liked the ghosts at the end, they scared her.

This time I wanted to be extremely bold. As soon as the boat left the main station I placed my hand on top of Mary Beth’s, just a gentle tender touch. Once again, electricity shot through my body. There was a strange tingling sensation in my nipples and my vagina. I wasn’t too innocent to sort of understand what was happening to my body.

At the darkest part of the ride, I felt her hand touching my face turning it towards her. She placed a soft kiss on the lips. I was in heaven. I kissed her back. Oh my! I was scared, thrilled, amazed and never wanted this to end.

The boat made its final turn, Jenna screamed as the ghost popped out scaring her one last time. The boat then turned the corner and as the ride ended I was brought back to reality. We moved apart slightly waiting our turn to exit but I was so excited.

I looked over, staring at Mary Beth once more, she smiled winking at me. We climbed out of the boat then hand in hand in hand, the trio Jenna, Mary Beth and me, went skipping and laughing through the park the remainder of the day.

I can say with the highest degree of certainty, that this one day was the single greatest day of my youth.

I maintained my dreams of unabashed wonderment and excitement. I wanted to thrive and live, I didn’t know what was ahead of me. Yet there was extreme excitement in the unknown of college. Of course throughout the months of July and August as I was preparing to move to school, my mother and father had separate and joint conversations with me about behavior, activities and boys.

During one conversation, my father was going on and on about boys and how they would try anything to get me to do things. He stressed to me that I was to maintain my Christianity and be mindful of my body. I thought back to the boat ride and wondered to myself, what about girls? I flushed red with embarrassment.

***

On a very humid, hot and hazy August day my father and brothers Michael and Rich assisted with me moving into my dorm room; Mary Beth and I had secured the ability to become roommates. College life had begun. Attending a smaller state school, not a religion based school, in west central Pennsylvania meant I was far enough from home to stretch and become independent but close enough to not have major separation anxiety. I think more importantly, I was with Mary Beth which was like my comfort and security.

My first semester at college was eye opening, potentially borderline shocking. I did attend a party or two but was a wallflower just watching, learning as I nursed my first few beers. I listened to music I had never heard before. Some of the likes I could never have imagined existed. Alice Cooper, Judas Priests. Was he really a priest? I liked how the one man from Styx sang and this woman Joan Jett was powerful. I truly loved the hair of Pat Benatar and Stevie Nicks. I wish I could have hair like either of them.

The boys were handsy and the girls were chatty. I went to church and sang in the choir, well sometimes. I maintained my virginity and studied as hard as I could. It was expected that my grades would be straight A’s. Anything less was unacceptable.

Three things were very clear and turned into life altering events for me. First, I was learning what an education cost, the books, the fees, and the equipment. I continued filling out paperwork for different loans and grants. Second, Mary Beth and I grew closer together as friends and confidants. Lastly, I learned I could meet a man without supervision if I wanted.

It was about a month into the semester when I met Dennis. Mary Beth begged me to go on a blind date with her. Eric, a boy from her History 103, 20th Century and Beyond class was asking her out but she wouldn’t go alone. So off I went on a blind date, my first real college date. I will admit I was conflicted, scared, confused and all over nervous.

So off we went to a local diner for dinner then to a theater for a movie. Eric drove, of course Mary Beth was in the front seat with him leaving Dennis and I in the back. In conversation I learned that Dennis and Eric were both in the Army ROTC on campus.

They both spoke about the opportunities to thrive and experience to see different things. Peaking my interest was the comment about them being on a full academic scholarship. The Army was paying for their school and some money for rent.

Hmm!

Dennis was very lean, attractive, super cute and most importantly very well mannered. I was a giddy but nervous girl in the backseat as we rode to the theater. At some point during the movie he held my hand. When he dropped me off at the dorm, he kissed my cheek asking for another date, I jumped at the opportunity.

Katrice was the sexual predator and leader in the girls lesbian lovemaking. Whereas with Nick she tended to be submissive and Jayne more dominant, when the three of them were together those roles were reversed. Katrice started things, she pushed the boundaries and she made mini love to Jayne not vice versa.

Jayne suffered a lot of guilt and concerns over her outpouring of her bisexual or even lesbian tendencies. She was becoming seriously worried about her sexuality. Nick had now become a figure of distaste to her. She hated his harshness, his hairy legs and bristly beard. She was starting to resent the way he made love. It was quick and almost rough. He rushed her, being more concerned, or so it seemed, with his own pleasure than with hers. And being penetrated by him, having him invade her and push his cock deep inside her was starting to repel and not thrill and excite her as it once had.

When alone, usually travelling, she thought about it a lot. Putting everything together, she was becoming very worried that she was actually becoming a full-on lesbian. She had to know, she had to find out. She needed to put an end to her concern as to whether she still fancied and could go with a man, other than Nick as that was becoming less fulfilling with almost every fuck.

It was such a long time since she had done anything like this. The occasional lover she’d been seeing for a year or so had become even more occasional as he had decided to behave and revert to being faithful to his wife of 30 years

They were on a training course and knew each other slightly, having once worked in the same ad agency. They were staying at the same hotel as were a few other delegates, but most were at a cheaper place so they could pocket the difference on their per diems.

“Would you like to join me for dinner?” he asked her.

They got on well, had a nice meal and drank too much wine. She was wearing a purple, halter neck, sleeveless top and a black, pencil, probably a little too short, skirt with high heels and black tights. Adam was wearing a white, Ralph Lauren shirt and black, linen trousers. It was after ten and they had finished the meal. It was then that she made her mind up. Leaning forward, knowing the halter neck would gape and he would get a good view of her cleavage and some of her boobs, she looked right into his eyes as she placed her fingertips on the back of his hand.

“It’s been a nice evening Adam thank you, I have enjoyed myself.”

She watched his gaze leave her breasts and travel upwards to meet her eyes. He turned his hand and gripped her fingers. She didn’t pull them away.

“Does it have to end now?”

“I have to get to bed,” she smiled.

“Exactly, that’s just what I had in mind,” he grinned.

“I’m not sure that’s too good an idea?” Jayne smiled back crossing her fingers.

Sliding his hand up her bare arm almost to her elbow he said quietly. “I think it’s a marvellous idea.”

“Well yes I guess you would, but then you don’t have a reputation to maintain as I do.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, there’s a table over there who all know me and there’s several people in the bar who would be very interested in seeing us walk out together.”

“It’s almost the same for me, after all I am married.”

“Yes, I was aware of that.”

“Look, Jayne,” he said running his gaze from her eyes down to her chest then back up again as she felt his knee touching hers under the table. It was a long time since she had played footsie and it felt nice, so she didn’t move. “Let’s just have a nightcap in one of our rooms and see what happens shall we?”

“A nightcap, if we wanted that we could have that in the bar, couldn’t we?”

“True,” he smiled running one of his fingertips in little circles on her wrist as he rubbed her calf muscle with his leg. “So, for respectability what shall we call me visiting your room?”

Laughing at his cheek she said. “So, it’s my mini bar that gets hit is it?”

“Tell me your room number and I’ll order champagne.”

“Ok eight-forty-two and give me a good fifteen minutes,” she said standing up and saying probably unnecessarily loudly “Good night Adam.”

She wasn’t sure whether she should undress at all. Perhaps just down to her bra and panties or completely maybe and wrapped in a towel. Was the etiquette nowadays for such one-night stands for her to be in bed naked, but then how could she open the door? And what if the champagne turned up before Adam? In the end, she decided to remove her tights, have a quick wash, change her panties and slip into the fluffy white robe the hotel supplied and offered her to purchase for forty pounds.

As luck would have it, Adam arrived just moments before the champagne. The young waiter must have known what was going on, for she was in the robe and Adam was fully dressed, but then he was probably used to it. He did, though sneak a few sly glances at Jayne’s boobs and legs.

It had been ages since Jayne had done a one-night stand, but it was a little like riding a bike, you never really forget and the process hadn’t changed much. A couple of glasses of champagne kazak escort as they talked, sitting next to each other on the bed, his arm round her, the kissing period and then his hands inside the fluffy dressing gown. He pulled it apart so he could see and get at her breasts. She undid his shirt and between them they struggled his trousers off. Lots of stroking, rubbing and caressing before her bra came off and he sucked and chewed her nipples as his hands slid up her legs and onto her panty covered, damp pussy lips. She got his nicely hard cock out from his boxers, which he pushed down as she removed her panties. Considerately remembering to wear condoms he then fucked her twice in just over an hour.

As he left her room the next morning, she was so pleased to be able to say honestly.

“Yes Adam, I enjoyed it as well.”

*

“The bastards been at it again,” Katrice said as Jayne walked into the house two days later after the stay at the hotel and the nights with Adam.

“How do you know? Anyway, where is he?”

“He’s gone to Germany, I took him to the airport in his car, mine’s being serviced.”

“How long’s he gone for?”

“Fucking forever I hope,” Kat said tears coming into her eyes. “Four or five days.”

“How do you know did he tell you?”

“Fuck no, he would never do that or admit anything. I found these,” she said pulling a pair of bright red panties from the pocket in her thin dressing gown. “You don’t wear such a colour do you?”

“Where did you find them and no love red doesn’t go well with my pubes?”

“Under the driver’s seat in his car.”

“Were you looking?”

“No, he drove to the airport then I got in the driver’s seat and tried adjusting the seat and it got stuck so I looked under it and lo and behold a pair of bimbo’s fucking knickers were caught up, see where they are torn.”

“Maybe he did that getting them off her. Any idea who it is?”

“Not a fucking clue the bastard, I’ve had it up to here,” Kat went on the tears drying up and being replaced with an anger.

“It’s not all bad love,” Jayne said cuddling Kat.

“No?”

“No, it means he’s broken the agreement so that makes it open season.”

“What’s that?”

“Well technically it’s the time of year when you can hunt certain animals or fish but has come to mean when people can do what they like”

“Ok, I see so?

“By him getting the bimbos knickers off and presumably screwing her he’s fucked all over the agreement.”

“Oh right so how’s that help.”

Kissing Kat on the lips, Jayne whispered. “It means we are not bound by it now.”

“So how long’s that been going on for you?” Jayne asked.

“Don’t know what you mean,” Katrice smiled leading the way into the kitchen. “Like a drink, tea, wine?”

“I would actually like a glass of wine, I feel bushed.

“Poor you,” Katrice said handing Jayne the wine.

“So come on how long you been cheating on us?” She asked, her eye taking in the thin, mid-thigh length, white silk dressing gown, which appeared to be all Katrice was wearing.

Jayne had expected to be home late but the last session of the training programme had been cancelled.

“Do you think he’s been at it before?”

“Yes, for sure, I wasn’t going to bother you with it, ” Katrice said going on to explain how when he had returned from the US trip that a pair of boxers and a shirt were missing.

“Once a cheat always a cheat I suppose,” she’d added making Jayne feel guilty at what she had done with Adam the last couple of nights. In her mind she knew that rather invalidated her claimed, experimental reason for sleeping with him the first time. It had, though, illustrated to her most clearly that she had certainly not ‘turned lesbian!

Jayne had decided not to go back to her office in Covent Garden and had, instead, slogged her way round the M25 getting to the house in mid-afternoon. She was surprised to see a car, a white Audi TT in the large, pea shingle covered parking area in front of the house and even more surprised to see a guy kissing Katrice at the front door as she walked across the shingle. As she got closer, she could see that he had his hand inside the short robe that Katrice was wearing.

“He’s just someone I know,” Katrice replied.

“Well I assumed that,” Jayne said undoing the rather tight jacket of the dark grey, pin stripe power suit. She’d put on a little weight recently, and sitting on a chair the fitted skirt rode up her legs.

“Tell you the truth Jayne, I need the reassurance now and then that men still find me attractive and desirable.”

“You silly,” Jayne said standing up her full breasts spilling out of the undersized bra in the opened jacket. “Everyone finds you attractive,” she went on taking Katrice into her arms “And I and Nick find you most desirable as well as most men and many women do, I’m sure.”

She kissed her friend. Not a deep, lip squirming and tongue plunging kiss, but nevertheless still one that indicated her affection and desire. Since having sex with Adam she had felt much more comfortable and had experienced less istanbul bayan escort guilt when thinking about Katrice. She was sure that kissing her and caressing her breasts and nipples would now come much easier to her as she was confident of her dual sexuality.

“Sorry babe, but the agreement doesn’t stop us going with others does it? It’s just any two of us cheating that’s not allowed isn’t it?” Katrice whispered squirming against Jayne’s breasts. That felt good to both of them and Jayne pushed back against her with both her boobs and her stomach, their pubic mounds squashed gently together. Jayne’s hands slid down Katrice’s slender back the silk feeling so luxurious and sexy, particularly when she gripped the brunette’s buttocks through it.

“It was really supposed to stop any two of us doing anything without the others’ approval. But fuck knows and fuck the agreement and fuck Nick, I say.”

“Mmmm,” Katrice sighed. “I know you and Nick do, but I have to have more than that?” She responded between giving and receiving little kisses on her lips, cheek, chin and neck as her hands found Jayne’s fuller arse. She squeezed it making their crotches squirm harder against each other.

“What more sex?”

“No not necessarily, but more assurance, I feel so unattractive so much of the time,” she went on caressing Jayne’s bum with one hand as the other slid down and found the back of her friend’s nylon covered legs

“Why do you need that?”

“I’m not built like you darling, I’ve got no tits, like these,” she said cupping Jayne’s left boob. “I’m flat chested, I don’t have curves like you and other girls.”

“But you are so slim and lovely, you’re beautiful and I adore your boobs,” Jayne continued as she tried to reassure her friend. She slipped her hand inside the gaping lapels of the silk robe, cupped one of Katrice’s small mounds and pinched the dark nipple making Katrice gasp.

“Oh yes Jay,” she groaned her hand, involuntarily, almost, sliding up the back of Jayne’s legs taking the skirt with it.

The kissing had now become more urgent and passionate. Katrice’s robe was completely open all the way down the front, one of Jayne’s tits was out of its cup and her skirt was bunched round her thighs. That annoyed her. She hated her clothes, especially hideously expensive ones such as this Hermes suit, being creased and crumpled.

“Hold on,” she said pulling away and standing a few feet from Katrice. She undid the three hooks and eyes on the back of the skirt and slid the zip down. Pushing the skirt down she stepped out of it and hung it neatly over a chair. She also removed the jacket and that joined the skirt on the chair.

“Oh my God Jay, who were you hoping to be undressed by?” Katrice gasped looking at her friend in the black bra and thong and long, lacy topped black, hold up stockings.

“Just you darling,” she smiled as they again kissed. “Undo my bra,” she whispered.

Jayne now felt more comfortable alone with Katrice than either, she had imagined she would or, when Nick was there whose presence, she was finding to be inhibiting rather than encouraging to the sexual side of their three-way relationship.

Katrice did as she was asked. “Now take it off,” Jayne ordered feeling powerful and in charge as a plan unfolded in her mind. They kissed again, Jayne’s breasts pressing against Katrice’s through the cool, smooth silk. “Take your robe off Kat.”

“Oh Jay, what are we doing?”

Smiling Jayne replied “If you need to ask that lovey, you aren’t the woman I thought you were.”

“You know what I mean silly,” Katrice said her fingers stroking the slim patch of skin just above the lacy stocking tops.

“Yes I do Katrice, we are cheating on Nick.”

“Yes, but should we?”

“Of course, everyone does, we all have. He did on you and me before we all got together, you had on him and I did on you really, after all we were friends when Nick was screwing me.”

“True.”

“And you know he is on us just as you have.”

“But what about you?”

“I have too, a couple of times with the same guy. I had to I was finding Nick annoying me and I began to worry that I had become lesbian.”

“So having sex with another guy assured you that you weren’t?”

“Yes, but it also told me I adore sex with you as much as I do with men, so now you sexy little bitch, get that fucking robe off.”

Jayne held the naked Katrice at arm’s length, her hands holding the slim brunette’s shoulders.

“You really are so silly darling; you are absolutely gorgeous and I want you so badly.”

She took Katrice into her arms and kissed her deeply. She rubbed her hands all over her bum, pinching and squeezing the delectably rounded yet pert twin mounds of flesh that men so leered at.

“I so want to make love to you Kat,” she murmured pushing her friend backwards until the back of her legs just beneath her bum were squashed against the kitchen table.

“Oh yes Jay, yes,” Katrice moaned clearly putting to one side her reservations. Jayne pushed her further back.

“Sit on the table,” she whispered.

Katrice did as azeri escort she was told.

“Lean back, support yourself with your hands behind you.”

Katrice obeyed.

“Open your legs.”

Katrice complied with no hesitation.

“Now lie back flat.”

She did.

“Play with your tits,” Jayne ordered feeling strangely powerful and controlling. “Know what I am going to do now?” Jayne asked slipping out of her thong.

“What? Anything, anything you want,” Katrice breathed feeling astonishingly aroused by being alone with her quasi-lesbian lover and being totally dominated by her.

Jayne moved between her friend’s legs and looked at the gaping pink lips of her soaking pussy. She grasped her by her hips and pressed her pubic mound right against Katrice’s.

Slowly sinking down until her face was level with the table top, but still holding onto Katrice’s hips she pulled her friend’s leg over her shoulders and whispered.

“I am going to suck your cunt Katrice and make you cum as you’ve never cum before.”

The words crashed into Katrice’s mind like an electric shock. They were so welcome, so right, so erotic, so unexpected and so needed.

“Yes darling,” she groaned her fingernails digging into the small puffs of flesh that were her tits, making deep red marks that she knew would stay there for several days making her wonder what Nick would think? “Yes Jay, yes, make me cum, please make me cum.”

Crouching down almost on her knees, wearing just her black, lacy topped, holdups and black four-inch heels with Katrice’s legs over her shoulders, Jayne wrapped her arms round her lover’s upper thighs. She gazed with adoration and admiration at Katrice’s most feminine place. It was wet and glistening, the folds and lips were open, the clit was exposed and, if it was the right word, erect. She had never before given much thought to the look of a woman’s genitals. Now, gazing at Katrice’s, she saw them as an object of extreme erotic beauty unlike men. She leaned further forward and pressed the tip of her tongue right on her lover’s clit. The reaction was amazing, Katrice gasped then grunted, her body jerked and she pushed her clit more firmly against Jayne’s mouth causing her to ask?

“Ok darling?”

Katrice’s hand found Jayne’s short, spiky, blonde hair. She entwined her fingers in it pulling and twisting the hair and rubbing Jayne’s scalp.

“Oh yes Jay, yes yes yes,” she moaned simply adoring what her friend was doing to her and already starting to cum.

Jayne was taken with everything about making oral love to another woman. The feel on her tongue, the smell, the warmth and wetness and the gorgeously stimulating reactions from Katrice. Her body was shuddering and convulsing, writhing and bucking. Her hands were on Jayne’s head and face and on her own breasts and nipples. She was moaning, groaning, sighing and grunting.

“Yes oh yes.”

“Make me cum, help me cum.”

“Oh fuck, suck me, do me Jay.”

“Lick me harder, lick my cunt, tongue it and suck it.”

Jayne was enormously aroused by the fact of what she was doing to Katrice. That she could turn her from a stable, calm, fully together female into a writhing, moaning, slobbering mess of totally out of control womanhood made her feel incredible.

She made Katrice cum three times as she laid on that kitchen table.

“Oh my God jay, where the fuck did all that come from?” Kay gasped sitting up and embracing Jayne.

“What do you mean,” Jayne grinned.

“I’m supposed to be the bi one here, the domme if you want.”

“Oh I see, I don’t know it just felt right, was it ok?”

“Ok love?” Kat said kissing Jayne. “Ok, it was fucking brilliant, I loved it.”

“Yes you looked as though you enjoyed it.”

“I did but we can’t leave it there, can we?”

“Can’t we?” Jay grinned adding. “What do you mean?”

“I mean let’s go to bed, I want to fuck you, may I?”

Taking Kat’s hand, Jayne pulled her and started towards the stairs.

“Darling, please be my guest.”

“Yes Katrice,” Jayne whispered her fingers slipping into her Kat’s long, brunette hair as it moved. Leaning over Jayne’s hip and right leg and holding both of her opened thighs, Katrice slid her tongue downwards and into the very start of Jayne’s slit. Licking it, she opened the folds guarding her lover’s most sexually, sensitive place and pressed the tip of her tongue right on her clit. The sensations for Jayne were immediate and powerful. She arched her back, she gasped and grunted, her whole body shuddered and she grabbed Katrice’s head forcing it closer to her and the pleasure giving tongue more firmly against her clit. Katrice was overjoyed with Jayne’s reaction. She hesitated no longer. Burying her face between Jayne’s almost lewdly spreaded thighs, she pressed her finger on that piece of gristle that gives such sexual pleasure, lowered her head and shoved her tongue right up Jayne’s cunt.

Of course Jayne climaxed. Powerfully and wonderfully, wave after wave of sensational feelings roared through her body as she writhed and convulsed, gripped Kat’s head and forced herself more firmly against the pleasure giving tongue. They lay still for a while chatting and explaining how marvellous they felt until as naturally as night follows day, they lay head to toe their faces on the others legs and stomach and made long, languid and so wonderful oral love to each other.

Author’s note: This story is part of a six chapter book: TILT Book II – Prospecting. Chapter titles listed below, will go back and add hyperlinks after each chapter is published. Check my Author page for Book I.

As with the last book my stories tend to heat up quickly and have lots of explicit, graphic lesbian sex with the raunchy details throughout. That’s what I like to read and what I like to write; these stories are sparked from my personal fantasies and day dreams, and then the characters come to life and guide me…

It’s not for everyone. Is it for you? 😉

Please leave me your comments on the stories if you like them, and I encourage you to reach out to me via the Contact tab on my Author page with your thoughts, ideas and feelings. 😙

xoxo Maribelle

As always , all characters engaging in any sexual activity are above 18.

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(hyperlinks will be added after all chapters are released)

TILT Book II – Prospecting

Chapter 1: A Furtive Fragrance

Chapter 2: Marci Melts

Chapter 3: Kimmy’s Kitty

Chapter 4: Good Foods

Chapter 5: Brittany’s Bimbos

Chapter 6: Welcome to the Show

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TILT

Book II – Prospecting

Chapter 2 – Marci Melts

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“May I…” Marci started.

“Please,” Ali answered before she could finish.

She wants me, Marci knew.

Marci put her nose next to Ali’s neck and inhaled deep.

Then Marci moved her nose down between Ali’s beautiful large breasts, and inhaled deeply, and again.

She slowly brought her face back up, inches from Ali’s.

“I’m sorry… I still don’t recognize it,” she whispered through a smile.

“Why don’t you sit up on the counter and try again?” Ali whispered back, cheerfully and innocently.

Marci smiled and stared at Ali for a moment, then climbed up on the glass counter and brought her legs over, and spread them apart slightly, her heels nervously kicking.

Ali moved herself between them, and placed her hands down on either side of her, then pushed her chest into Marci’s face.

“Oh, hmm,” Marci said with surprise as she nuzzled her face down into Ali’s huge tits, wet with the perfume..

She felt euphoria as Ali moved them over her face, up and down, side to side, smearing the orange cream and cinnamon scent around.

Eventually, Ali stepped back.

“Anything?”

“No – but I think I should try again, don’t you?” Marci laughed through heavy breathing. She couldn’t wait to feel those huge tits on her face again.

“Let me share something else with you,” Ali replied, as she slid the bottom of her dress up with both hands, pulling it over her ass to reveal a lacy white thong.

Marci’s heart stopped. She watched, speechless, as Ali slowly rubbed her fingers over her sheer panties, smiling at her. Marci could see that they were very wet.

“Okay…” Marci whispered.

Yeeeesssss, she thought.

Ali slowly slid the damp fabric to the side, revealing her trim mound and her glistening pussy, wet and plump with desire. She slid her fingers over it and slowly spread her lips apart to let Marci see the slick pink goodness within. Then she gently pushed two fingers fully inside, as she watched Marci with a smile, and let out a soft, exaggerated moan.

“Ooh, hmmmmmhmmm.”

She pulled them out slowly, slick and covered with her hot juice. Strings of wetness stretched with her fingers, breaking off as she reached to Marci’s mouth.

Marci opened up, eager, desperate to taste.

“Hmm, mm mm hmm, hmm,” she moaned in excited pleasure as she sucked Ali’s fingers clean. The salty-sweet taste drove Marci mad.

Ali pulled them out of her mouth slowly, with a “pop!”

She watched Ali push her fingers in again, and this time smeared them across her cheek to her nose before she allowed her to suck them again. Marci loved it – the smell of Ali’s pussy filled her head as she slurped off the juice once more.

Ali continued, feeding Marci her pussy from dripping fingers, watching with approving pleasure as Marci desperately and obediently sucked and licked them each time, and held her mouth open, begging for more.

Marci was instantly addicted, and felt herself sliding on the glass counter, made wet with her own desire. She listened as Ali breathed heavily and moaned in her ear, then whispered sweetly, “yeah, baby, suck it all in, I’ve got more for you.”

She’d never been so wet in her life; she didn’t even know it was possible!

Ali pushed her pussy covered fingers into Marci’s thirsty mouth again and again, and slowly worked them back and forth through her lips each time as Marci sucked and slurped at them, desperate to get it all.

Then Ali pulled her fingers out and smeared the mix of saliva and pussy down Marci’s bottom lip eve gelen escort and her chin, and continued down her neck, and in between her tits. Marci held her mouth open, tongue out as she drooled and whined, desperate for more.

Ali tugged the jade and pink leopard bra down until Marci’s tits popped totally out, free and fully exposed at last, her nipples erect, large and pink with tiny bumps around her areolas. Ali gently pinched one nipple, then the other, rolling them between her thumb and finger, as Marci whispered, “yes, ooooh!”

Ali continued – moving fingers from her pussy to Marci’s mouth, then lips, chin, neck, and tits. Soon Marci was covered with her own saliva and Ali’s juicy pussy from her nose to her tits. Ali’s fingers worked faster and harder as their passion grew, and Marci had never been more turned on in her life. Her pussy throbbed and ached and was on fire with wet desire, her panties still pulled tight from her enlarged ass, her pussy twitching in half-orgasm, aching to be touched.

Marci couldn’t get enough. She let herself drool and slobber every time Ali pulled her fingers out, excited and eager to please her lover, exhilarated by the feel of Ali’s hands in her mouth and on her tits, intoxicated by the scent of the perfume and saliva and pussy that coated her face and neck and chest. She was on the verge of coming, though Ali hadn’t yet touched her cunt.

“More, more please!” she gurgled each time, spit and pussy dripping from her sexy full lips. She watched Ali finger her mouth in a mirror. Her lipstick was smeared, and that seemed to make Ali hotter.

“So…” Ali started as she shoved her pussy coated fingers into Marci’s mouth for the thirtieth time.

“I thought you didn’t like women?” Ali asked, aggressively, as she pushed her fingers into Marci’s throat.

Marci’s heart jumped, and she coughed, and looked at Ali through wide eyes, still eagerly sucking at her fingers as Ali pulled them out.

“I – I was wrong. I’m so sorry! Please, more! I fucking love it!” she strained, and begged. She was desperate to please Ali.

Ali grabbed her face and squeezed her cheeks hard, pushing her lips into a messy grimace, drool still dripping from the bottom one.

Marci loved it.

“More of what? My pussy? I’m old enough to be your mom, right?” Ali asked again, tauntingly, as she lifted Marci’s chin up and brought her face closer.

“No – I’m sorry, you’re beautiful – you’re, you’re a goddess! Please, more!” Marci begged, through her smushed lips.

“Say it. Say ‘feed me your pussy, mommy!'”

Marci complied immediately, and meant it. “Feed me your pussy mommy! Please!”

Ali licked the wetness on Marci’s neck, then tightened her grip on her face.

Oh god yes…

“Say ‘I want to lick and swallow your wet hot cunt, mommy! I am your little pussy-loving whore!'” Marci felt Ali’s hot breath in her face.

“I am! I want to eat your cunt please mommy please give it to me! I am your whore! I’m your whore Ali!” Marci screamed.

“Fucking right,” Ali finished, as she let loose of Marci’s face.

“Ooh,” Ali moaned as she stuck her fingers inside herself again. She pulled them out, and Marci immediately dove to get them in her mouth faster.

As Marci slurped, she watched as Ali pulled the top of her dress down under her giant round tits. Her stiff nipples poked straight out from medium and round, pink areolas.

Marci felt her pussy begin to contract – she was about to come at the sight.

Ali stuck her free hand between her legs as she continued to fuck Marci’s mouth with the other. She began rubbing the wetness from her pussy onto her own nipples, then all over her tits.

She pulled her fingers from Marci’s mouth, and grabbed the perfume bottle, and pumped the spray on both their chests again and again, coating them both in the orange-vanilla concoction.

“Now smear your pussy on my tits. Rub them, suck them, you dirty fucking whore, show me how hot it makes you to cover me with your hot cunt!” she commanded.

Marci nodded and moaned excitedly and pulled her skirt up. She moved her thin black thong to the side. Her pussy was hot and swollen, slick and wet. She hoped Ali would see – her smooth tan mound shaved but for a think black landing strip above, lips pushed apart just enough to show the pink folds within, soaking wet, aching, desperate for her touch.

She pushed her fingers deep inside herself and cried out – she was going to come. Her ass slid on the counter with a squeak, the glass totally covered in the juice of her arousal. She sucked in air, fighting against orgasm, as she started to work her fingers in and out.

“So tight, so fucking wet,” she heard Ali whisper. Marci looked up to find her watching, wanting, as she massaged her own clit with one hand and massages her tit in the other.

Ali threw her head back and sighed in istanbul eskort bayan pleasure as Marci smeared her wetness between her tits and began kissing and sucking them noisily.

Marci moaned passionately as she fingered herself with one hand then the other, changing them out every few seconds so she could smear her juice on Ali’s chest as instructed. She licked and sucked and kissed and groped and smeared her spit and wetness around on the golden goddess’s breasts – one, then the other, alternating hands between her pussy and Ali’s tits. She also made sure to cover and kiss Ali’s neck and shoulders.

Ali watched her, licking her lips and nodding with approval and delight as she rubbed herself steadily.

“You’re a dirty girl Marci. Look at you, sucking your own pussy juice off of some strange woman’s tits. You like the way your pussy tastes, Marci? You like sucking my tits? Yes, you’re a good little pussy-hungry whore now aren’t you?”

The words made Marci hotter.

“Hmm, umm, oh yes, I fucking love your huge tits, hmm, mmm,” Marci cried, as she pushed her fingers inside herself and put her mouth on Ali’s right nipple and sucked.

The spit and pussy and perfume clung to Marci’s face as she pulled off one tit and moved to the other, and the way Ali pushed her chest in her face made her wild. She moved her fingers over her swollen clit, then pushed them inside once more.

Oh god, Marci realized, she wants me as bad as I want her!

She squeezed Ali’s tits with both hands, and buried her face between them, rubbing her face side to side in the slick wet heat, then closed her mouth over Ali’s left nipple and sucked, and began fingering herself again with cries of uncontrollable pleasure.

“Don’t you dare fucking come,” she heard her lover command through closed teeth.

☬☬☬

Ali raised her arms together and locked her hands behind her head, eyes closed, moaning out “yes, uh-huh, that’s good…” as Marci continued to feast on her chest and neck.

Marci could go on for hours this way, she knew. She was entranced by the magical perfume as well Ali’s perfect giant tits.

But she had other plans for Marci.

She put her arms around her, and discreetly reached one hand into her white handbag as she bit and kissed Marci’s neck.

Marci moved to kiss her mouth, and Ali let her, hard, long, wet, noisy kisses, as Ali closed her hand over a hot rubbery sphere.

They kissed for what felt like hours, taking turn sucking one another’s lips and tongue, letting their saliva run down their chins. Ali was loosing focus as their lust for one another grew hotter with every touch, every kiss, every squeeze.

This was Ali’s favorite part about recruiting straight girls. Nothing made her hotter than watching another woman fall madly, helplessly in love with her and worship her body. Hotter still was watching the desire and pleasure and satisfaction on their faces as they slowly realized that she could touch them, love them, rub them and fuck them like no worldly being ever had or could.

It gave Ali great pleasure and deep meaningful satisfaction to give these women true sexual release and enduring pleasure – to fuck them long and hard and make them feel beautiful and sexy and slutty and oh so fucking horny all at once.

At last, she wrapped her arms around Marci and lifted her off the counter, both hands on her ass. Marci wrapped her legs around, still squealing and moaning and kissing Ali’s neck.

“Take me somewhere more comfortable you slut. I’m going to let you have all of me.”

Marci whispered, “oh yes, oh – please, hmm” as she slowly unwrapped her legs from around Ali’s waist, still kissing and sucking her neck and breasts wildly.

“Crawl,” Ali commanded, and Marci smiled and slid her body down against Ali’s as she moved to all fours. She turned, looking back and holding her ass high in the air, as if to show her new master how incredibly wet and aroused she was. Her wavy black hair was tussled and her makeup was smudged. Ali loved it.

She watched as Marci crawled across the wood flooring, shifting her ass left and right with each move forward, looking back with an intoxicated smile every few feet, giggling and making seductive sounds as she went.

Ali followed behind, watching, wanting, entranced herself with the perfume and scent of Marci’s pussy and saliva covering her chest and neck. She felt the hot wetness between her legs with each step.

Ali was not immune to the effects of the potion – she simply had more experience with it. But she wasn’t sure how much longer she could restrain herself as she looked at Marci’s swollen, soaking cunt, knowing the bewitched young beauty would do anything she asked – anything at all.

She kept her eyes on Marci, looking over her body, noticing how her large perky tits bounced with every motion, hanging down out of her blouse, rezidans escort nearly dragging the floor. Her dress shirt and tacky green-leopard print bra pushed down to her stomach. Her gray pencil skirt was pushed up over her back, and her black g-string had slid down, sticking to the side of her leg, the inside of her thighs glistening wet down to the garters and black stockings. Her pink heels drug the floor each motion, and her nice, big round ass swayed side to side, side to side.

“Hurry up, Marci!” Ali shouted, commanding but a hint of playful taunting in her voice.

Marci giggled and moved toward the back of the store as fast as she could, through the back hallway and to the left.

☬☬☬

Marci’s heart pounded and her head spun as she moved on all fours to lead her busty blonde lover to the break room, looking back every few seconds to behold her beauty.

Marci would do anything Ali asked of her now – anything – and it brought her immense pleasure to do it. She would obey Ali – eagerly, passionately and without hesitation.

Her pussy has become a hot, throbbing wet fruit, and she let out excited moans and sighs as she moved across the floor. Every movement seemed to give her pleasure.

She inhaled the sweet, sweaty mix of perfume and pussy and saliva that covered her face down to her tits. She felt them bounce back and forth as she crawled, slick, wet… and huge! They must had grown two cup sizes from normal! She couldn’t understand how, but it didn’t matter right now. She loved them. And Ali loved them! The thought made her mouth water and she felt the throbbing grow.

She pushed through the swinging door to the break room and quickly made her way to a white leather couch, where she turned around and sat up on her knees, looking up at Ali, her big brown eyes begging for more, behind her running mascara and smeared eye-shadow.

Ali stood in front of her, tits magnificent and glistening in the florescent white light. Marci breathed heavily, in desperate anticipation, her chest heaving as she smiled.

☬☬☬

Ali looked down at Marci, who stared up with big brown eyes, begging.

She reached down and caressed her cheek. Marci pushed her face into Ali’s hand and kissed it madly, starved for her touch.

Ali caressed her face gently, then moved her fingers through her hair, over her ears.

“Hmm,” Marci sighed sweetly and squeezed Ali’s calves gently, then ran her fingers up her legs, to her thighs and into her dress.

She can’t wait to push her tongue inside me, she knew.

Ali moved her hand around the back of Marci’s head, and slowly closed her fist, pulling Marci’s dark brown hair – hard. She felt Marci’s breath shudder. She pulled her up slowly and brought her close, their slippery breasts pushed together.

Ali pulled her hair harder, and Marci whined softly. She moved in close to her face, and smelled the pussy on her hot breath. Marci breathed hard, mouth half open, tits rising and falling, her eyes begging Ali.

Ali rolled the pink sphere in her free hand, rotating it around, alternating between her palm and fingers.

“Take off you panties.”

Ali released her and Marci pulled her panties to the floor in an instant.

“Hand them to me,” Ali said calmly, and Marci placed the black g-string between Ali’s tits, eyes fixed on hers with a slight smile.

Ali took the thong, never breaking their stare.

Marci had a sweet innocence about her, despite the smeared makeup and pussy and saliva smeared across her face and tits. It made Ali hot.

She took the thong, which felt like a warm, wet washcloth. She brought it to her nose. Marci pushed into her. She began sliding her wet tits over Ali’s, and Ali moved her thigh into the slippery fire between Marci’s legs.

It felt so good.

Ali pushed the wet thong to her nose and inhaled deeply, as if the very scent of Marci’s pussy would make her come – which wasn’t far from the truth.

She ran the thong down her chin and neck and between their tits, as they rubbed them against one another, slippery and sliding, each of their nipples jutting out like daggers.

Then she slid the thong down over her own, and then under, pushing it inside herself.

“Hmm,” she moaned lightly, then placed the now empty hand over Marci’s pussy, gently massaging her clit, soaked with desire. Marci’s eyes rolled back in pleasure as she whimpered.

“Sit,” Ali said, and shoved Marci onto the couch.

Ali licked Marci’s juice off her fingers slowly, then produced her other hand. Between her thumb and index finger, she held the pink sphere. It began to glow.

She put into her mouth, rolling it around slowly as she watched Marci watch back in anticipation as she softly rubbed herself. Then she lowered her hand and extended it to Marci.

As Marci reached for it, Ali snapped it back and shook her head side to side.

Ali reached out her hand again, and turned it so the sphere was resting in her palm, her hand open flat.

The sphere began to change shape, becoming thinner, like a curved banana, the rolling into itself, like a pill-bug, the morphed, back into a glowing sphere.