Six months had passed, and Phoebe had transferred to another office on the other coast. It was a beautiful Monday morning in June, sunny and warm but not oppressively hot. Brittany stepped out of the elevator in her olive green sundress and sandal wedge heels, a light layer of sweat from her morning commute helping the dress cling to her every curve. The tall, captivating brunette had turned more than a few heads on her walk to the office. When she opened up her email at her desk, there was one new unread message highlighted in blue.

Ugh, a meeting request for 9:30 AM on a Monday.

A look of disgust appeared on her face, but it was quickly replaced by a familiar tingle in her nether regions when she noticed that it was from Jill. She anxiously bit her pen cap as she accepted the meeting request. A half hour later, Brittany’s calendar reminder popped up, and she made her way to Jill’s office. Standing in the doorway, Brittany knocked on the open door.

Jill had her medium-length blonde hair down today and was dressed in her usual look, a tight blouse and pencil skirt. Today, her blouse was a light blue, and her pencil skirt was a light cream color. Jill looked up from her computer to give the brunette a sweet smile. “Come have a seat. Close the door behind you.”

Brittany complied. Jill looked at her slut seated across from her. “Well, did you both have a good weekend?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good,” Jill smiled again. “Now as you know, since everyone at the company has been working so hard, we have a special picnic outing on Friday afternoon. I also have a gift for you to show my appreciation for how well you’ve been doing, my little slut.”

Jill opened her drawer, pulling out a small white box and sliding it across her desk. Upon opening it, Brittany revealed a pair of black panties.

“Well? What do you think?”

“Um…thank you Mistress,” Brittany said.

“You’re very welcome,” Jill beamed. “Go ahead. Try them on.”

“N-now?” Brittany asked.

Jill’s voice again hardened. “Are you questioning me?”

“N-no, Mistress,” Brittany quickly responded.

She stood and reached under her green dress, sliding down the white thong she was wearing. Her face reddened slightly when she noticed that they were already quite damp from a combination of sweat and her juices. Brittany put on her new panties and pulled her dress back down, standing at attention in front of Jill’s desk.

“Good,” Jill said, holding out her hand.

Brittany placed her thong onto the center of Jill’s open palm, which was quickly deposited into the bottom desk drawer. Jill then pulled out a small pink remote and clicked it on.

Immediately, Brittany’s legs buckled as her panties began rumbling against her pussy. She caught herself on the desk with both hands, squeezing her legs together as the vibrations sent tingles throughout her body. The fresh pair of panties were immediately wet from a flood of juices leaking out from her excited slit.

“Does that feel good?”

“Y-yes,” Brittany said breathily.

“Alright, off you go then. I want to see you back here at noon to discuss something important.”

“Um…” Brittany’s legs continued trembling from the sensation of the panties vibrating against her clit.

“Is there a problem?” Jill asked.

“No, Mistress.”

“Then see you at noon,” she said with finality.

The young marketing associate began shakily walking to the door. But when she reached it, the vibrations from her underwear suddenly ceased.

“Oh, alright,” Jill sighed. She didn’t want to arouse suspicion from any coworkers if Brittany stumbled or fell on her walk back to the desk. “Hurry back to your desk.”

A wave of relief washed over her, and she went to her desk. She took a sip from her water bottle and began looking over an invoice in her inbox.

Brittany gasped lightly as her panties reactivated, sending fresh shocks of pleasure coursing through her pussy. She pressed her legs together tightly and tried to focus on the invoice on her screen, but the letters and numbers might as well have been hieroglyphs. They were completely incomprehensible in her current state, her eyelids fluttering from arousal.

A low, barely-audible moan escaped from her lips, which she quickly disguised as a cough. She pulled one hand to her mouth, biting down on her finger to avoid making further noises. Brittany glanced over at the girl whose desk was opposite hers, but luckily she had her headphones in and had noticed nothing. But at this rate, the sensations would too much to handle. She could feel an orgasm building up, and try as she might, she didn’t know if she’d be able to stop herself.

Brittany knew that Jill would be furious if she came, not having been granted permission to do so. But all the same, her cunt was quivering from delight, and she didn’t know how much longer she could hold it off. Just when she was on the edge of cumming though, the vibrations stopped abruptly. She leaned back in her chair and tried her best to control her heavy breathing in an attempt to regain bursa escort bayan her composure.

In her office, Jill smirked as she clicked the remote to the “off” setting. Observing her obedient slut through the video feed on her computer monitor, she was pleased at how hard Brittany had worked to stop herself from orgasming. The two high-definition spy cameras she’d installed in the overhead lamp above Brittany’s cubicle and hidden under her desk had been very expensive but worth every penny. Jill’s fingers absentmindedly rubbed her mound through her panties as she watched Brittany try and get back to her work.

A knock at her door jarred her back to her senses. Her meeting reminder was blinking on her other screen, but she’d been too focused on watching her slut through the hidden cams to notice. Jill hastily minimized the video feed and put away the remote. Adjusting her blouse, Jill did her best to hide her stiff nipples, whose outlines could be barely seen poking up under her shirt, even through her bra.

“Come in!”

A tall young man with a slim build walked in.

“Hi Jill.”

“Hey Ben,” Jill flashed him a brilliant smile. “Come on in. Close the door behind you.”

Once he’d sat down, he scratched his beard, if you could even call it that. It was more like a line of patchy hair barely filled in enough to dot his chin. In fact, Ben looked barely out of high school, much less college. He’d helped Jill recover an accidentally deleted file a few months ago, and she’d noticed him admiring her cleavage when he thought she hadn’t been looking. Being the enterprising woman she was, Jill had filed this away for when she might need something else from this tech support guy, and that day had come.

“What can I do for you?” he asked.

“Well, first I wanted to thank you again so much for helping me get that file back.” Jill leaned forward as she spoke so that Ben could get a better glimpse down her blouse. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

“Oh, no problem at all.” Ben grinned sheepishly.

“Since you were so helpful before, I was wondering if you might be able to help me with something else.”

“Sure, what do you need?”

Jill smiled as sweetly as she could. “Well, remember Christina, that new intern whose computer you helped me set up a couple of weeks ago?”

How could I forget? Ben thought to himself, recalling the cute blonde from when he’d dropped off the laptop.

“Y-yeah? I think so.”

“Well she’s off today, but I need a file that she has saved on her desktop. Can you help me log into her computer?”

“Um…well I don’t think we’re allowed to give out another employee’s login and password information, but I might be able to find the file for you.”

Jill frowned. She’d expected Ben to just roll over and acquiesce to her request, but she could see that she might need to work harder to get what she wanted.

“Well, she is my direct report. I’d also like to see if her work is good enough to make it worth hiring her on full time, or if she’s slacking, stuff like that. You know?” She smiled again at Ben.

He returned only a puzzled grimace. “Er…well technically I could, but I really don’t think we’re supposed to do that. I could get into trouble or even fired for giving you access.”

Jill drummed her fingers on her desk in annoyance. She weighed in her mind whether adding Christina to her collection of sluts would be worth it. After a moment, her fingers paused as she had made up her mind. She stood from her plush office chair and walked around her desk. Ben craned his neck and watched as Jill approached where he was sitting.

“I have a proposal for you,” Jill bent over and gripped the arms of the chair of Ben’s chair, leaning down until her face was mere inches from Ben’s. Her blouse loosened as she bent down, granting him a wide-open full view of her ample cleavage underneath.

He gulped.

She reached down with one hand and rubbed his crotch over his pants, feeling his cock stiffening underneath. “I’d be willing to…show my appreciation if you could get me her login info.”

Ben groaned with lust as she groped his member through his pants.

“Do we have a deal?”

Ben considered his situation. It had been a while since he’d last been with a girl, and even though there was likely a ten-year age gap between them, Jill was still smoking hot. Plus, it wasn’t exactly like Jill was asking him to log into the CEO’s computer. She just needed to take a look at an intern’s computer.

Fuck it. He thought. When else was he going to get an opportunity like this? He gulped again and nodded.

Jill smiled at Ben’s indication to proceed and slid down to her knees. Spreading his legs apart, she unzipped his pants and pulled out his rapidly hardening dick. He could feel her hot breath as her mouth hovered over his cock, and her hair gently brushed over his crotch. It had been a while since Jill had given a blowjob, having been preoccupied these last few months with her new toys, Phoebe and Brittany. However, she bursa bayan escort was a seasoned veteran with plenty of expertise. There had been plenty of reasons her marriage had ended, but bad blowjobs most definitely had not been one of them.

“Unghhh,” Ben groaned with pleasure as Jill took him into her mouth. Her warm lips wrapped around the head of his dick, and her tongue swirled around his tip, licking up the precum that had exuded. Jill’s head bobbed up and down the top half of his exposed cock, coating it in her saliva.

After a few more bobs, she gripped his dick and removed her lips for a moment. Pursing her lips, she gathered a big mouthful of spit and let it slide down her tongue. Her saliva dripped down onto Ben’s meat, and Jill used her fingers to spread it up and down his shaft. Once sufficiently covered in her spit, she reinserted his cock back into her mouth.

“Fuck,” Ben groaned as his dick slid further into her warm, wet mouth, inch by inch.

As Jill continued to slide his cock down her throat, she was surprised by how big he was. It always seemed to be the tall, skinny guys who had the biggest dicks. Though it had been some time since she’d deep-throated anyone, she quickly reacclimated and soon reached the base of his cock with her lips.

Ben shuddered as he felt his tip hit the back of her throat, the entire length of his shaft now engulfed by her mouth. Jill began blowing him in earnest, sliding his long member in and out of her throat. Even though Ben was a means to an end, she could feel the moisture leaking out of her slit. But even with her pussy aching with desire, she remembered her priorities. With a pop, she slid his shaft all the way out of her mouth and leaned back.

“W-wait,” Ben stammered. “Why are you stopping?”

“It feels like I’m doing all the work here, Ben. Login info first, then you get to finish.” Jill purred and walked back around the desk and sat in her chair.

He quickly flipped open his laptop and began typing furiously, his dick still at full mast. While Ben worked on getting her what she wanted, Jill opened up her video feed in the meantime. She discreetly took out the little pink remote and flipped the switch to the highest setting.

At her desk, Brittany was typing up a reply to an email when the panties came to life. Her hand scraped across the keyboard as her body jerked in response, and her left leg slid open and banged into her cubicle wall. She gripped the edge of her desk with both hands and shut her eyes as the vibrations attacked her pussy, sending tremors throughout her body.

Her cunt was so wet by now that she could feel her juices dripping down her taint, staining the back of her dress and her seat. Brittany sat as rigidly as she could, inaudible whimpers coming out of her mouth in short bursts as the vibrating panties took their toll on her. She could feel her clit pulsing with pleasure.

Back in Jill’s office, Ben’s penis had drooped to a half-chub as he worked. It had been less than ten but it had felt like hours.

“Alright, got it!” he finally proclaimed triumphantly.

Jill shut off the panties, closed her video feed, and put the remote back in her desk drawer.

At her desk, Brittany collapsed onto her elbows in both relief and frustration, relief as she’d been on the edge of orgasm, which she would’ve been punished for, and frustration because she desperately need to cum after coming so close twice now in one morning.

In her office, Jill grabbed her pad of post-its and handed it to Ben. He quickly scribbled down the login and password and gave it back to Jill. She inspected what he’d scrawled on the little square of paper and asked, “You’re sure this will work?”

Ben nodded. “You can log in on her laptop or remotely from our intranet site.”

She beamed at him. “Perfect. Why don’t you put away your laptop then? Time for your reward.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice and instantly slammed closed the screen and put it down on her desk. By the time Jill had gotten up and walked over, Ben was already rock-hard.

“Oh my,” she exclaimed as she grabbed his cock and played with it. “Looks like you’re already prepped for me.”

“Oh yeah,” he grinned.

She let go of his dick and pulled up her beige skirt, revealing her black lace thong. Jill pulled the damp material to one side, exposing her pussy lips, already slick and glistening with her nectar. She straddled Ben and lowered herself onto him.

“Oh fuuuck.”

Ben threw his head back in ecstasy as he felt the inside of her warm cunt slide down over his cock. Once she’d taken his entire length inside of her, Jill started bouncing up and down, slamming his length up into herself over and over.

“FUCK!” Ben choked out as she rode him mercilessly.

It was a good thing that her office, along with all the offices on this floor, was completely sound-proofed due to the sensitive nature of some of their phone calls. In fact, Jill had come in on a weekend months ago and tested it just in case, blasting bursa merkez escort porn from her computer and closing the door from the outside to see if she could hear anything. She and Brittany had also had some “working lunches” in her office over the last few months, and they definitely would’ve both been fired had anyone heard some of the screams and moans that had ensued.

The veins in Ben’s neck bulged as she slammed her ass up and down on his crotch. He could smell the perfume emanating from her chest, her large breasts bouncing about with every stroke. Her blouse had come untucked at the bottom, and every time she buried him deep inside of her, he struggled not to cum too quickly. But it was a losing battle, and he could feel his balls ready to explode.

“Fuck, I’m gonna — UNGH — I’m gonna cum,” he managed to get out in between bounces.

“Go ahead baby,” Jill leaned in and whispered into his ear. “Cum deep inside me. Fill me up.”

“Oh shit!”

Just like her ex-husband, that was all it took to push Ben over the edge. Right on cue, he grabbed her ass cheeks with a vice grip and grunted like a madman as he convulsed, shooting his load deep inside of her.

Jill could feel his balls pulse against her ass, releasing his a torrent of his seed. While she had experienced plenty of strong orgasms from Brittany’s tongue and other toys over the last few months, nothing quite replicated the feeling of hot sperm filling up her cunt. She slowly stood, sliding his softening shaft out of her. Finally, she stood all the way up, and his now limp dick fell to one side, leaking a bit of cum onto his pants.

She quickly pulled her panties back over to cover her pussy, deciding on an impulse to save Ben’s cum as a little surprise treat for Brittany. Jill sat down behind her desk and tucked in her blouse as Ben put away his dick and zipped up his pants.

“Let’s keep this our little secret,” Jill said slyly. “If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll need another favor from you soon.”

Ben grinned. “You got it.”

Once he’d collected his laptop and left, Jill decided that she couldn’t wait until lunchtime. She opened up their office’s messaging app and typed to Brittany, “come to my office.”

When the message appeared on Brittany’s screen, she locked her computer. Despite her need to cum, she was very aware of the fact that the back of her dress was still soaked in her wetness. She stood up and looked around for a moment. Seeing no one in the hallway, she grabbed a stack of papers and held them behind her as she briskly walked to Jill’s office, shutting the door behind her.

“Hello, slut. My, you got here quickly.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Jill pointed down at Brittany’s feet, and the girl quickly obliged. She set down her stack of papers next to the door and got down onto her hands and knees. Brittany slowly crawled on all fours until she reached where Jill was sitting behind her desk.

“Are you hungry, slut?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Brittany replied eagerly.

“Go ahead then.”

Jill propped herself an inch off her seat, allowing Brittany access to remove her panties from under her skirt. She then hiked it up, revealing her wet cunt and thin landing strip. Jill patted her mound, and Brittany leaned forward and began licking up the juices.

“Mmm, that’s a good girl.” Jill encouraged. With one hand, she reached down and grabbed the underwear remote out of her desk drawer and flipped it to the highest setting.

“Oooh,” Jill moaned as the activation of the panties cause Brittany to moan and start slurping the older woman’s slit with intensity. She could feel Brittany’s tongue writhing around her pussy lips. Meanwhile, Brittany felt that Jill tasted different today but wasn’t sure why.

Jill grabbed the back of Brittany’s head and pushed her against her mound. Her slut’s tongue was now flicking over her clit, and it felt marvelous. A combination of her pussy juices and Ben’s now watery cum leaked out and coated Brittany’s lips and face as she continued eating out her mistress.

As she did so, Brittany felt her own pussy rippling with pleasure, the constant drone of the vibrating panties driving her to orgasm. She could feel it building within her, her cunt beginning to contract as the waves of delight kept washing over her.

“Mistress.” Brittany tried to speak, but Jill’s grip on her head meant it came out as a muffled “Mmmph mmm” sound against Jill’s cunt.

Brittany tried again, this time pulling her head back. “Mistress,” she cried out. “I’m gonna cum.”

“NO!” Jill commanded.

Brittany strained but stopped herself from going over the edge. Jill grabbed the remote and turned it down to the lowest setting, and the other girl relaxed a bit.

“Continue,” Jill ordered. “You can cum after I do.”

Brittany dove back into Jill’s crotch and renewed her efforts, licking and sucking at Jill’s clit with vigor.

“Ohhh yeah,” Jill moaned loudly.

Her slave’s tongue felt so good, having been trained expertly over the last six months. She grabbed and fondled her own breasts as she felt her orgasm building. Brittany continued attacking her clit, licking rhythmically, her head buried between Jill’s shapely legs. Jill’s clit throbbed at the assault it was receiving, and the thought of Ben’s cum still deep inside her while her slut ate her out drove her over the edge.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

This story has been submitted as part of the RAINY DAY STORY CHALLENGE set on the Author Hangout Discussion Forum. All criteria and build up can be viewed through this link: RAINY DAY STORY CHALLENGE THREAD

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Looking down at the crescent nail marks gouged into my hand, I made a rueful mental note to get you drunk before we took off next time. Turning my face towards the warm sunlight streaming in the window, I sighed, it had been far too long since I had been back. I could see the islands growing bigger across the clear bright aqua water. My parents started their second marriages together in front of a 4’5″ island priest from The Island Church of the Heart on the porch of a small villa here on St John. They had returned twenty years later, after retiring, to buy the same tropical bungalow. Now that they were up in the States visiting my sister and spending time with their new granddaughter, it seemed the perfect chance to come back. I hadn’t been here since they moved 5 years ago but I could still remember the feel of the soft sand of Cinnamon Bay between my toes and the smell of the garden after it rained. I wanted you to experience the same blissful feeling I got here and I knew I would love it even more with you here too.

Kissing the top of your head as it rested on my shoulder, I debated about waking you to see the picture perfect beauty out the window. Yet, remembering what take off had been like and your fear of heights, I figured it would be better to let you sleep. Hopefully you’d be out all the way through the landing. The captain’s voice came over the loud speaker informing the passengers that we would be landing in about twenty minutes. Smiling into your soft brown hair I calculated that all the Jim Beam minis would probably keep you out for at least that much longer.

Feeling your head move a little in your sleep, I reached up to run my fingers through your hair to quiet you, loving the quiet sigh that escaped your slightly open lips. As my fingers brushed the ends of your hair, resting on the tops of your round c cup breasts, I regretted not having the chance to induct us both into the Mile High Club. Perhaps you’d be used to flying by the time we headed back to the States and I’d be able to keep you awake to cuddle under the blanket. I was pretty sure if I got that far I’d be able to convince you to come with me and squeeze into the bathroom. Images of you sitting on the counter as I knelt between your spread legs flooded my mind. For the moment though, I could set aside my need for you in interest of your mental state.

A small lurch in my stomach informed me that the plane was losing altitude. I glanced back out the window to see the sandy beaches and lush tropical plants of St. Thomas almost beneath us. I could already feel the hot air against my skin, wetter and more fragrant than the stale recycled stuff the plane was blowing on us. The captain came back on to ask the flight attendants to take their seats for the final decent. The ground came rushing closer and I felt a thrill rush through me, I knew I was almost back. With a solid thump the plane touched down and your head shot up, blue eyes wide open. I could see the fear in your eyes and the tension in your body as your nails dug into the seat. I reached over to stroke your cheek and turn your face towards mine, catching your eyes with mine. “We’re here, that was just the landing,” I said quietly, leaning over to kiss your lips softly. Pulling back I whispered against your mouth, “Welcome to the Caribbean love. Look outside.” I smiled as I leaned back in my seat so you could see past me out of the window.

I knew you were amazed when you couldn’t make one smart-ass comment about the bright sunlight. Grinning at the thought of you speechless for once in your life, I turned back towards the window. Your hand found mine and squeezed tightly, not in fear this time, but anticipation. As the plane taxied to the gate, you placed your hand on my knee and leaned over me to look out the window. The neck of your tank top dipped open and I couldn’t help but stare at the pale skin revealed, contrasting with your black satin bra. I wasn’t sure if you knew what you were doing, but my eyes shot up to catch the devious look in yours as your hand slid up to the bottom edge of my short but still decent skirt. I squirmed slightly in my seat as your fingers lightly traced patterns on my inner thigh, just above the hem of my skirt, out of sight of everyone else. I guessed now that we were back on the ground you were feeling better. You were still leaning over, pretending to look out the window, even though there was nothing to see other than the airport building. Reaching up to the nipple that was practically in my face, I gave into temptation and flicked it gently with my nail. I leaned towards you and whispered “I’m going to have a hard time getting us through the rest of the trip if you keep that up.” Running my tongue lightly around your ear lobe, I noticed your fingers creeping higher under my skirt, almost coming up to my panties.

The captain’s voice came back over the system, vague in my ears, something about thanks for flying and have a good trip. The scuffle of people getting up and collecting their belongings finally broke through bursa sınırsız escort my hazy mind. I realized that people will start to notice us soon and pulled away from you, pushing your hand out from under my skirt. You looked slightly surprised at my movements and I nodded my head to point out the people now disembarking from the plane. As you pulled back to gather all the stuff around your seat I suddenly felt a wave of nauseous nervousness. What if you didn’t like the island? What if you didn’t like Nouveau Soleil? Hell, you didn’t even like sunlight with your pale skin. Catching my breath, I fought and urge to cry and busied myself collecting my books and other time wasters. You heard me and glanced my way, “You ok baby?” came your voice. I nodded mutely and your voice came again, this time full of concern, “No you’re not. Leigh, look at me. What’s wrong?”

I waved my hand to gesture that I was fine, but you grabbed it and pulled me around to face you. Your hand caressed my cheek, thumb wiping away the tear that had escaped. “Sweetie, we can try again. Don’t worry. This vacation is to relax. The doctor said it was probably stress that kept you from conceiving.” You kissed me gently and said, “We’re going to have fun baby. The rest of the world doesn’t matter for the next two weeks.” I nodded again, but remembering how sweet the doctor had been when the test came back negative made my eyes tear up more. I heard you sigh as your arms wrapped around me. I knew it was hard on you too, not least of all comforting me. It was the third time we had tried artificial insemination and despite my family histories of easily conceiving, I still wasn’t pregnant. Feeling my tears against your neck, you stroked my hair and held me close, rocking gently.

“Is everything ok ladies?” came a quiet sweet voice. Recognizing it, I looked up to see the flight attendant who had served us through the trip. We had talked a bit when you had been asleep and she was full of understanding for your nerves. Now she was gazing at me with a look of concern.

“We’ll be ok. Thanks Elisa, for everything,” you replied as I wiped my eyes.

She nodded and smiled at us, “Have a good vacation. It’s so beautiful here, and peaceful. Take care of her Jina,” she said to you as she walked back to the front of the plane.

You turned back towards me “Oh, I will, always. Come on baby,” you said. “They want us off the plane and I, for one, want to get off it.” Your joy in getting off the plane was obvious in your voice and made me smile a bit. You stood, grabbed your carry on bag and reached for my hand. “My Lady?” you asked. That brought a full smile to my lips and I lifted my bag as I reached for your hand. You brought my fingers to your lips and kissed them, making me melt inside. You were right of course, this was a vacation and we both deserved a break from our daily stress and troubles. Leaving my sorrow behind on the plane, I walked up the aisle and off the plane, waving goodbye to Elisa as we walked by her.

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Already we had adapted to island time, lazily strolling towards the baggage claim while my hand stayed entwined with yours. We got there long after all the other people from our flight, predictably though the luggage still hadn’t arrived. Island time was a beautiful thing as long as you weren’t in a hurry. You leaned back against a wall and I leaned back against you with your arms around my waist. My arms draped over yours so my fingers could toy with your rings, tracing around the edge of the one that matched mine. I let my head drop back to rest on your shoulder, titling my head to whisper in your ear “Hello love.” You smiled and squeezed me tight, bending your head down to nip the base of my exposed neck. A small shiver ran along my spine and your arms relaxed as you whispered back “Hey baby.” Settling back in your arms I sighed happily, knowing we were almost there.

Ten minutes later the bags arrived and finding ours only took a second. The royal purple ribbons made the otherwise average black rollers stand out in a crowd. Each of us grabbed one and proceeded towards the customs area. “Still have the passports, baby?” you asked, teasing me since I had checked for them at least 20 times between leaving the house and checking in at the airport. I stuck my tongue out at you and pulled them out of my purse. Your eyes flashed as you leaned over to whisper, “Watch what you offer, my little slut.” I felt myself grow hot at the memory of the spanking I had received after my last bout of petulant impertinence. Luckily the line was short and we were at the counter before you could mention my now flushed cheeks.

After the typical questions of how long we were staying, if we were bringing any food or plants, and two stamps on each passport, we were done and headed for the door. The moist heat that was the Caribbean reached out to envelope me as we left the air-conditioned interior. Your frantic scramble for your sunglasses had me grinning mischievously. I had planned ahead and had mine pushed back in my hair, I just had to pull them down as I did after I blissfully enjoyed the warm sunshine on my face for a few moments.

Hearing the flick of your lighter behind me, I turned, still grinning, in time to see you exhale bursa üniversiteli escort your first breath of smoke. A jolt of desire shot down my spine to curl in my lower stomach. I might not smoke, but for some reason I loved watching you do it. Your lips pursed as you blew out a stream of gray smoke. I couldn’t watch your mouth without wanting to kiss it. Your pale pink lips wrapping around the cigarette before a breathy sigh of contentment and a flick of your fingers to knock off the ash. I couldn’t see your eyes through the dark sunglasses, but I knew they were half lidded in pleasure, after all it had been at least 8 hours since you had been able to smoke. Your head tilted back as you exhaled, letting my eyes wander along the graceful column of your neck, lost in the pale flesh that was so sensitive to my mouth.

You turned towards me, breaking my spell, and asked with a mischievous grin of your own, “What now love?” It dawned on me then that you had been teasing me. You had exaggerated everything on purpose, knowing what the effect would be. Smiling sweetly and already planning my revenge, I nodded towards the taxis lined up along the curb. The first driver in line, who had been leaning against the side of his cab, stood up and waved us over. Greeting us with a grin and an island accented, “Welcome to St Thomas ladies,” he took our bags to put in the trunk as you opened the door with overstated civility. Looking your gorgeous 5’6″ frame up and down, I took the bait and ‘accidentally’ brushed against your body as I slid past you into the car. Taking a last drag, you flicked away your cigarette and slid in next to me. The driver got in and turned to ask us, “Where to?”

“The St John ferry docks please,” I replied. As we sped away from the airport your left hand curled around my knee and slid to rest halfway up my inner thigh, just brushing the hem of my skirt. My head rested on your shoulder and my right hand was resting in your lap, entwined with yours. We trundled our way though Charlotte Amalie winding through the narrow streets. My eyes were open, glancing out the window once and a while, but keeping my head on your shoulder. You, on the other hand, were staring out the windows rather like an owl. “We can come back tomorrow Jina,” I said laughing after watching you for a while. You blinked and looked down at me smiling. “Do you like it?” I asked, feeling the ridiculous urge to start crying again. “It’s beautiful baby,” you said, kissing the top of my head. I sighed happily and blinked back my tears, watching the brick buildings with straw roofs and tropical blue and white houses pass by.

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On the ferry ride to St John we were both rather quiet, the stress of the trip was catching up with me while you were caught up in your first time in the Islands. The Jeep Wrangler was at the docks where my parents left it for us and I pulled the keys out of my bag grinning a bit. “Sure you don’t want to drive babe?” Your only answer was a glare. “Not my fault you can’t drive stick,” I said, sticking my tongue out.

“Oh, I can drive stick baby, just not that kind,” you replied smoothly. “Besides, I might just have to learn anyway, with the way you drive.” I smiled and shook my head at that, proof you were closer to normal again, you bitch. We tossed our luggage in the back seat and climbed in, and started weaving up and around the hills that make St John. We stopped on our way through Cruz Bay to grab groceries and by the time we were half way up the mountain you were used to the hairpin sharp turns and the 45-degree tilt of the road and had relaxed your grip on the Jeep a little bit.

Pulling into the driveway, I turned off the Jeep and hopped out, my feet crunching in the gravel of the walkway. Walking around, I reached in the back for the suitcases and felt you come up behind me. I swiveled to the side to avoid your hands and turned, grinning at you. “Babe, I don’t know about you, but I want to get our stuff inside before that nice little rain cloud heads this way.” That made you scurry a bit, you always joked that you would melt in the rain. In truth it was to cover a fear of storms, but I knew this was just the daily little afternoon shower. Grabbing one of the suitcases I rolled it down the path to the front door. Digging around in my purse for the house key, I caught your glance and raised an eyebrow at your amused look. “Oh nothing, just wondering if there is anything you can’t conjure out of that bag,” you said.

“I’m sure babe, for instance an umbrella isn’t popping out anytime soon,” I said with a grin, sticking my tongue out at you as I found the key. I unlocked the door and we made trips in, taking the suitcases to the master bedroom and the groceries into the kitchen until the Jeep was emptied. I pointed you around the house quickly and then grabbed a towel and jumped in the shower to wash the smell of airplanes off my skin while you headed out to the porch for a smoke. I was still lingering in the hot water pouring over me when I heard the bathroom door open and saw you walk in. I shut off the water, after all it was a precious resource and I knew if you got in there with me it would be running for a long time. Grabbing my towel again, I bursa anal yapan escort wrapped it around my body and stepped out, kissing you softly on my way back to the bedroom. I dried off and wrapped the towel around my long hair to dry a bit. Unzipping a suitcase, only to realize it was yours once I saw all the black clothes in it, I reached for the other and opened it, riffling through my clothes until I found the white cotton tank dress I wanted and pulled it on, careful not to bump the towel turban on top of my head. I smoothed it down my sides and figured it would work since I was pretty sure we weren’t going anywhere tonight. Sorting through my stuff some more, I found my bag of toiletries and pulled out my brush. I flipped my head over and let the towel unravel, rubbing my hair dry more as the towel fell out. Brushing out the tangles and knots, I left it loose, flowing down my back the way you liked it, and headed out to the garden to smell the flowers and see the view.

This was almost home to me too, I thought, so beautiful and calm. Lost to the world of time, I got caught up in my thoughts, of you, of us, of our, my, failed pregnancies and the doctor’s reassurances that it would happen when the time was right. I felt the winds change suddenly and glanced up at the sky. You were right, I thought, shaking myself from my sadness, it was time for a break and if I could get you on a plane, I could get you out in the rain too. I heard the shower turn off, and grinned thinking at least you were already wet. Going back to watching the clouds slowly roll in, I felt you behind me. Turning to see you on the veranda, nervously motioning for me to come inside with one hand as the other held up the towel you had wrapped around your body. Catching your gaze with mine, I slid the spaghetti straps down my arms and let the thin sundress slide down, leaving my body naked to your eyes. Pulled between your fear of storms and the offer of my body, you took a small hesitant step towards me. I reached out for you as your second and then third steps brought you a bit closer to me. I grabbed your hand and tugged you over to me on the soft grass. Cupping your face softly in my hands, I kissed you, brushing my lips over yours gently. Letting you hold onto your towel for the moment, I ran the fingers of my right hand from your cheek down your neck until I hit the top edge of your towel, tucked securely between your breasts.

I let my left hand drop from your face as I began to trace the line between the towel and your skin. Circling around you, I placed a kiss on your neck and then on your shoulder. Trailing my fingertips along your smooth skin, following the towel until it was covered by your upper arm. Lightening my touch until only my fingernails tease over your arm as I kissed your shoulder again, pivoting to walk behind you. Following the towel across your back, I placed soft kisses above the trail of my fingers loving the smoothness of your skin under my touch. Making my way back around to your front, I tucked a finger into the fold of the towel that was holding it up. Yanking hard I pulled it loose before you could protest and let it fall to the ground. I tipped my head up to kiss you as the first gentle raindrops fell from the heavens and your body tensed. Come on baby, I thought, I’m sick of watching the rain on my own. I ran my right hand up to the back of your neck to pull your mouth against mine, nipping your bottom lip with my teeth to get your attention off the rain and on me. You mouth fell open against mine, partially out of habit and partially out of surprise. My tongue slid into your mouth to tease yours as my hand slid up to tangle in your hair. Your tongue awoke under mine as the warm rain began to fall down on us. I traced the fingers of my left hand down your spine until I reached the upper curve of your ass and flattened my hand to push your body against mine. Your arms wrapped around my waist as you took control of our kiss and our tongues danced from your mouth to mine.

Pulling back, I traced gentle kisses down your neck, pausing to lick the hollow above your clavicle. I kissed your upper chest, finding each raindrop that had hit you and sucking it off, hearing your low purr of a moan in response. “Lay down with me love?” I pleaded, hoping you would for me. I looked at me, catching my eyes as if to read me as you so often did, and nodded slowly. I kissed you again, harder this time, out of joy and rising lust, caught your hand in mine and pulled you down to lay on the towel in front of me. You were so beautiful, stretched out, your hair loose and your body calling to me. I straddled your body, leaning down on my hands to kiss you again, my hair falling around our faces as our lips and tongues spoke in a wordless language of love and need. I kissed my way back to your chest, caressing your left breast with my hand as my mouth traced little kisses around your right nipple. Sighing happily, I let the warm air blow over your breast, teasing you before I stuck out my tongue to lightly flick back and forth over your nipple. I engulfed your breast in my mouth, running my tongue in circles around the hardened nub before sucking on it. Pulling back, I bit lightly as my right hand pinched your left nipple. I kissed my way across, switching breasts to lightly lick at your left nipple until your fingers tangle in my hair to try to pull my mouth down fully. Drawing it into my mouth, I suckled at your breast until whispered chains of curses escape your mouth involuntarily. I nibble gently as my hands caress the smooth skin of your sides, running over your stomach, dipping lower each time.

ALL THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE 18. IF YOU AREN’T ATLEAST 18 PLEASE DON’T CONTINUE READING. WAIT UNTIL YOU’RE OLDER.

Ciara Johnson had been starring in all of Lauren’s fantasies since her cousin Paul drug her to see their team’s big game against their

rival the Bears. Lauren wasn’t really into football. At 5’11 she was 185lbs of pure muscle and the only sport she loved was basketball. But her cousin loved football and since he did attend all her games she figured she could go to at least one of his. So she sat there in the front row with her arms folded wearing a pair of jogging pants and a sweater. She had her hair pulled into a bun with a cap pulled low hiding most of her creamy white face, waiting for her cousin to score. She was barely paying attention until the cheerleaders started preparing for their routines. That got her to sit up and take notice. She loved watching cheerleaders. Nothing turned her on more than watching those sexy bodies stretch and flip around in those skimpy outfits. Seeing her ex out there flipping and doing splits in the air even turned her on. But her normal excitement was nothing compared to when the Bears’ cheerleaders took the field.

That was the 1st time she saw her. She was 5’2 with these mouthwatering breasts that had to be about a D-cup. She had a barely visible 6-pk and these thick thighs that made you just want to fall asleep between them. Her ass wasn’t really big but it wasn’t little either and it was perfectly round. Her face belonged on the cover of a magazine, especially when she smiled. Her back was even sexy. The whole package was covered in this golden caramel skin with long sandy brown hair falling past her shoulders and sea green eyes that seemed to be staring into Lauren’s soul. As Lauren watched that smiling face and perfect body prancing around the field everything else became a blur. She couldn’t see anything but her.

The routine started with two rows of females bent at the waist facing each other. Ciara’s plump round ass was on display for Lauren’s hungry gaze and she just stared as her already wet pussy got wetter. All she could think about was running her tongue all over that ass and in between those cheeks. After a lot of flips and tricks Ciara and a couple other girls were being held up on one leg while the other one was pulled up behind them. Standing there with her foot beside her head had Ciara’s breasts straining against her uniform. Of course she wasn’t the only one but she was the only one Lauren had eyes for. When the game finally ended Lauren excused herself from Paul supposedly to use the restroom but she really just wanted another glimpse of that goddess before she left. As she hid near the Bears’ buses she not only got a view of perfection but also found out the perfection’s name was Ciara. She watched until Ciara boarded the bus then made her way back to her cousin.

She wasn’t surprised to see her ex, Bethany, standing with him but it still irritated her. She wasn’t facing her and she was still in uniform but she knew it was her. That ass, neck, and soft blonde hair was permanently stamped into her memory, especially the memory of seeing it as she was riding some guy’s dick. Her beautiful Beth. It still hurt and that just pissed her off more. She walked up and completely ignored Beth by speaking directly to Paul.

“So, you ready to go?”

“Yea but are you sure there aren’t anymore cheerleaders you want to ogle?” Lauren looked directly at Bethany and said, “Nope, none at all.” Before they could walk away Beth asked Lauren could she speak to her for a minute. Lauren sent Paul to the car and said she’d be along in a minute. As soon as he was out of earshot she told Beth to hurry up and start talking.

“I miss you Reeny.” Lauren hated that pet name but she didn’t wanna prolong this conversation so she just over looked it.

“Is that all you wanted to tell me?” Since she didn’t respond Lauren turned to walk away but was stopped by a hand on her shoulder, then pulled behind the bleachers. Even though she knew what was coming she didn’t stop her. Not even when Beth pushed her against the fence and wrapped her arms around her neck, or when she rubbed her body against her, or even when she started sliding her tongue around in her ear. When Lauren bit back a moan Beth knew she had her.

“I need you Reeny,” she whispered. Lauren knew exactly what that meant and the thought of Beth’s sweet wet pussy had her mouth watering. She hadn’t tasted a pussy since she broke up with Beth and that had been over 2 months ago. Then Beth started slowly grinding her pelvis against Lauren’s strap causing it to rub against Lauren’s already aroused pussy. “It’s aching for you Reeny. Nobody can satisfy it like you. I need your mouth baby.” Lauren knew this was a mistake but maybe one more time would get Beth out of her system. She grabbed Beth’s ass then turned and lifted her against the fence. Beth just smiled as Lauren’s mouth crushed hers. When Lauren grabbed one of her perky B-cup tits she let out a soft moan. This made Lauren slide her tongue into her mouth. She loved the way Lauren’s tongue ran all around in her mouth the way it did when it was in her pussy. She licked all over her tongue, bursa escort the sides of her mouth, and the roof. When Lauren finally found and started pulling on one of her sensitive nipples she let out a louder moan and started sucking on Lauren’s tongue and grinding against her strap again. When Lauren finally pulled her mouth away to catch her breath Beth let out a moan in protest then started kissing and sucking on Lauren’s neck. Lauren let out a low moan then asked Beth if she drove. When she nodded she let her down and told her to give her a ride back to her place. She called and told her cousin, then hung up as he started teasing about old habits dying hard.

As they headed toward her house Lauren just stared at Beth’s profile. She could never get over how beautiful she was. Her 5’4 frame weighed about 100 pounds or less and her tanned skin was glowing in the moonlight. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a ponytail which left her neck bared for Lauren’s mouth. When she leaned over and took one of Beth’s earlobes into her mouth the car swerved. She chuckled then started sucking on her neck and eased a hand between her legs. Beth’s moans were so fucking sexy and she wanted to make her moan louder. She started rubbing a finger up and down Beth’s crotch through her spankies and she could tell there was nothing under them. When she slipped her hand beneath those spankies and started rubbing her thumb directly over her clit while continuing to suck on her neck Beth’s whimpers filled the car. Then suddenly the car stopped. She realized Beth had pulled over when she climbed over from the driver’s seat to straddle her lap. She had her mouth glued to Lauren’s before she could react. As Beth lured Lauren’s tongue into her mouth Lauren’s hand resumed its previous position under Beth’s spankies. This time she started slowly sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy and mimicked the motion with her tongue in Beth’s mouth swallowing Beth’s every moan. When she felt her getting near her climax she began rubbing her thumb over her clit again and slid her hand under her shirt to squeeze and pull on Beths nipples. Beth was practically screaming Lauren’s name and after a few minutes she came unglued. Her pussy squeezed Lauren’s fingers as her cum ran out all over her hand.

Lauren removed her fingers and slowly cleaned them with her tongue as Beth rested her head on her shoulder expelling shallow breaths. She had planned on just teasing Beth until they’d reached her house but she needed to really taste her now. She couldn’t wait another 15 minutes to get home. She quickly deposited Beth back into her seat.

“Take them off now!” She ordered as she leaned her seat all the way back. Beth had barely gotten her spankies off when Lauren told her to come put her pussy in her mouth. Beth climbed up Lauren’s body until her pussy hovered above her mouth. She held on to the top of the back seat as Lauren grabbed her ass and took one long slow lick from the top of her ass crack all the way to her clit and circled it before retreating back down the path it came. When her mouth fastened to Beth’s pussy and started sucking as her tongue slid between her lips and started lapping up all her previous juices Beth started making those sexy purring sounds only she could make. She couldn’t get enough of her and after she’d cleaned every drop from her she moved her hands to Beth’s puffy lips and separated them to produce more. She slid her tongue in as deep as she could before moving her hands back to grip Beth’s ass. She held her tightly to her face as her tongue twirled around in Beth’s pussy searching out familiar spots. When Beth’s pussy started oozing juices again she licked some up before moving up to lick around her clit. Beth was grinding against her face as that skillful tongue tortured her. Lauren was ready for her mouth to be filled with sweet pussy juices so she slid two fingers in to rub against Beth’s g-spot while she sucked and nibbled on her clit. Beth was squeezing the seat and riding those fingers like her life depended on it. When her climax neared Lauren removed her fingers and shoved them in Beth’s ass while she sucked on Beth’s entire pussy. A long moan was ripped from Beth’s throat followed by several ‘Oh Reeny’s as her pussy juices squirted into Lauren’s mouth. Beth remained over Lauren’s face as she licked her clean then crawled over and laid across the back seat.

“I haven’t cum like that since the 1st time you made me cum. No one can do it like you. I hope you don’t expect me to drive because I don’t have the energy to even move.”

“I’ll drive.” Lauren climbed over into the driver’s seat and adjusted it then took off for her place. By the time they got to Lauren’s Beth was ready for round 2. Lauren’s dad was out of town as usual so they had the house to themselves. When they reached Lauren’s room Beth pushed her on the bed then walked over to her stereo and selected a cd with a song from one of Lauren’s favorite routines. After popping it in she turned to face Lauren and started swinging her hips back and forth. The dance routine was sexy and had Lauren’s full attention. When Beth turned away and slid down to the splits Lauren’s arousal began to fade. Then when she got onto bursa ucuz escort her knees and began moving like she was riding the air, all Lauren could see was her riding some guy’s dick.

“Get out.” Beth turned to her with a look of confusion.

“What do you mean Reeny?”

“Quit fucking calling me that. I never liked that stupid name.”

“Sorry.”

“Yea, me too. This was a stupid ass idea. Just get up and get out my house.” Beth rose up and walked toward her but stopped when Lauren put her hand up. “Just get out.”

“Why Reen…I mean Lauren? What’s wrong? What did I do?”

“You know what you did.”

“But I apologized. I thought you forgave me.”

“I could never forgive that enough to give you another chance. I thought I could get one last fuck in but I can’t even get that. All I can see is you riding him. Just get the fuck out.”

“But…”

“Get out!!!” Beth turned and ran out. Lauren let out a relieved breath when she heard the car start but when she turned over she let out a curse. She was still wet as fuck. Her thoughts drifted back to Ciara. She grabbed her strap and rubbed it back and forth against her clit imagining Ciara riding her until she came, then dozed off.

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Lauren was lying across the bed staring at the ceiling thinking. It had been almost two months since that night. Since then she had been to five Bears’ games. Every game she sat in the 1st row and her entire focus was centered on Ciara. She watched and fantasized about her during the whole game. Even when the players were on the field her eyes stayed on her. She had thought they’d made eye contact a couple of times but then Ciara would look away as if she didn’t notice her sitting there salivating. She had to cum in the car some of the time in order to make it home from a game without being distracted. She almost came from just watching their routines. When she wasn’t at a game watching her she was dreaming about her. She had even lost a game yesterday because of her. She’d been playing some 3 on 3 at the park and got distracted when she thought she’d seen her. They were tied but while she was trying to see if the girl she saw was really Ciara she’d missed a block and let them score. She was still mad about that. She never let anything distract her during a game. And how could she be that stupid? Why would Ciara be there watching her play basketball? She didn’t even know her.

Lauren laid there trying to decide what to do about this situation. They were about to start practicing for the season and she’d be damned if she’d fuck up because of a girl that wasn’t even hers. That meant she had two options. She either had to make her hers or forget about her and move the fuck on. Since she knew the latter wasn’t even an option unless she turned her down she concentrated on the 1st option. Then it dawned on her that she didn’t even know if she was into girls. From her observations she didn’t seem to be interested in males or females. She was never with anyone after a game. She just headed straight to the bus. Well it didn’t hurt to try and if she got turned down at least she’d tried. First she needed to decide when to approach her. Should she walk up to her before or after the game? Maybe she could show up at their school and wait for her to walk out the building.

She contemplated those different ideas and figured she might as well check her facebook while she was thinking. She had tons of messages from her friends most were just hellos, what are you doing, or how did you blow that game yesterday. She responded to most of them but then she ran across a message from a Ciara. Her heart stopped beating and started hoping. Before even seeing the picture the message confirmed her suspensions. It said “When are you gonna stop just drooling over me and speak to me?” Lauren didn’t even know she was smiling until her dad walked in. He had to call her three time before he got her attention.

“Yes Dad?”

“Well what about that phone has you so happy?”

“Someone wrote me a great message.”

“Well that sounds nice. Anyhow Sweetie, I have to leave for Rio tonight to check on the new medical center. There is a problem at the construction site and they need me there. I should be back by Friday but if you need me before then you know how to contact me.”

“Yea ok.” She was too busy thinking to pay any real attention to him but his going away was nothing new. Maybe Ciara was online. She had sent her the message yesterday but she was probably one of those people who was constantly checking messages and updating their statuses. She hoped she was. She hit send on her message and waited. Her response had been a simple “When should I?” She didn’t have to wait long for a response. All it said was “ASAP” but to Lauren it had said please come eat me and fuck my brains out right now. Lauren sent her number and told her to call her. Less then two minutes had passed when her phone started ringing and she answered before the second ring.

“Hello.”

“Hi.” That simple greeting made Lauren wetter than the message had. She also realized it was the 1st time she’d bursa elit escort actually heard her voice. Normally she was just yelling along with the other cheerleaders and the crowd.

“How are you doing?”

“I’m soaking wet but other than that I’m fine.” Lauren couldn’t even come back with her usual ‘I know you’re fine but I didn’t ask how you looked’ line. Her mind had gone blank when she’d heard that. Her mind drifted to one of her fantasies of eating Ciara out on the field right after a game. She was imagining sucking on her clit when she realized Ciara was calling her.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“If your attention span is that short I’m surprised you even remember to look at me during a game.”

“My attention span is fine. You just distracted me with that comment.”

“Is that right? So what did that comment make you think about?”

“You. So how long have you noticed me ‘drooling over you’ as you put it?”

“Since we played your school.”

“Really?”

“Yea. I thought you were about to hop the rail and come onto the field. I can tell when someone’s watching me and not just watching us.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“I was waiting for you to do it but since you wouldn’t even talk to me at the park yesterday I figured I’d have to speak 1st.”

“You were at the park yesterday?”

“You didn’t see me? I thought you’d miss that block because you were looking at me.”

“I did. Well I thought it was you but I didn’t see you again and figured it was just my imagination.”

“Well it wasn’t. Why didn’t you come speak to me at the 1st game?”

“Didn’t know if you were into girls or not.”

“No biggie. You know I’m interested now. Or do I need to specifically say it? I mean you are kind of slow.”

“Actually I’m usually very perceptive. It’s one of the things that help my game.”

“Maybe I just throw you off your game? I think that’s what it is. That’s one of the best compliments a girl can get so I’ll forgive you for making me wait forever.”

“So what now?”

“Now that you’ve got me you don’t know what you wanna do with me?”

“Oh believe me baby I know exactly what I wanna do with you.”

“Well when are you planning on doing it?”

“Whenever you want me to.”

“What are you doing right now?”

“Nothing important.”

“Well why don’t you come do me instead.”

“I’d be glad to.” Ciara gave her the directions and she broke records getting there. When she pulled up she could see Ciara on the 2nd floor balcony with her breast all but falling out of her halter smiling. She could tell she didn’t have on a bra and her mouth watered. She sat in the car for a minute trying to calm herself down and convince herself this wasn’t a dream. She was startled by a knock on the window. She must’ve been sitting a while because Ciara had made her way down to the car. She unlocked it and moved to get out but Ciara came and stood between her legs.

“Did you come to do more drooling or did you come to get the real thing?” Lauren placed both hands on Ciara’s ass and pulled her closer. Then she slid one hand up over her exposed back then over her shirt until she reached her neck. Then she grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her head down to hers as she squeezed her ass.

“Does that answer your question?”

“Maybe. I might need a little more convincing.” Lauren barely touched her lips as she brushed hers against them then traced them with her tongue. She kissed her cheeks, her nose, under her chin, the sides of her lips, everywhere but directly on Ciara’s lips until Ciara moaned and wrapped her hands around her neck and kissed her herself. She gripped Ciara’s ass with both hands and held on as she forced her tongue into Ciara’s mouth. When she got her 1st taste of her she thought she’d died and gone to heaven. She tasted as delicious as she looked. When she broke off the kiss to trail kisses up and down her neck Ciara moaned and suggested that they should go in the house. Lauren laughed then released her so she could get up. She watched Ciara’s ass sway in the world’s tiniest shorts all the way up to her room. As soon as Ciara closed the door Lauren was grabbing her ass and lifting her against it. Ciara wrapped her arms and legs around Lauren and held on as she went right back to her neck. Her mouth was all over Ciara’s neck licking, kissing, and sucking then she moved back up to her ear. Then whispered in Ciara’s ear about how long she’d been dreaming about tasting her.

Ciara slid down Lauren’s body then started dancing. She moved seductively to music only she could hear as Lauren practically panted after her. Her shirt slid slowly over her head and her two melons came into view. She pinched both of her nipples and let out a moan before pulling a nipple to her mouth to suckle it. After repeating this she held both of them toward Lauren as if in an offering. Just as Lauren reached her she maneuvered around the bed out of her grasp. She then turned away and bent over as she slid her skin tight spandex shorts down over her ass. That left her in nothing but a black and gold g-string. When she turned around Lauren could see the word “Princess” in Gold letters across the little triangle of material covering her mound. Ciara slowly untied the strings at her side and let the thin material fall to the floor revealing her smooth bald pussy. She then climbed onto the bed and spread her legs allowing Lauren to gaze into her wet pink hole.

Kara bit her bottom lip nervously as she approached Amy’s house. It was late Friday evening and the sound of her feet striding along the sidewalk seemed to be the only sound in the usually busy town. Even the black sky above seemed to be casting an ominous tone on the events ahead.

Kara was a stunning twenty three year old with straight raven hair that cascaded down each side of her face and rested gently on her shoulders. Her emerald colored eyes were offset by a pair of luscious ruby lips shaped perfectly for her face. She was blessed with a pair of 36-B breasts encircled by soft brown areola, and pert nipples that grew hard at the slightest provocation. Her tight abdomen and long, slender legs made her a stunning sight.

Amy was twenty five with fiery red hair that twisted in locks on each side of her feminine face, soft pouting lips, and doe-like eyes. In contrast to Kara, Amy’s breasts were a size 34-C with soft puffy nipples. Her 5′ 4″ frame would give the appearance of a rather shy and demure character.

Both had met while attending art and photography classes at a prestigious college. As they shared the same interest in fetish art and erotic photography they often chatted at breaks or lunch. During these chats Amy had learned a few things about Kara that had piqued her interest. Kara, like herself, was bisexual, currently not in a relationship, had many of the same interests as she, and best of all Kara had all the signs of a submissive female. Amy was always the dominant when involved with another female. Instead of pursuing anything with Kara though, Amy had chosen to devote her time and effort to her classes.

Fate intervened as both Kara and Amy soon advanced to being the top two students in the class and found themselves locked in a contest with each other to submit the best overall artwork in the category of digital art. The winner would be given a showing at a trendy art gallery known to launch several local artists. In the weeks leading up the contest they worked fervently at creating what they hoped would be the winning entry.

Kara submitted a brilliantly colored painting with an oversized, monstrous dragon confronting a nude female warrior brandishing a shining sword that rested on her shapely ass. The details of the painting were incredible and would have easily won if not for Amy’s more erotic themed fantasy of a nude female in a dark and eerie dungeon being guarded by a muscle-bound hunk. After careful appraisal the art professor declared Amy the winner. A deep sense of dread overcame Kara as she recalled the conversation two days earlier.

The professor had presented a way for the students to earn some extra credits by pairing off and one agreeing to model for the other in a photography session. For this event he wanted it to be sexual themes, exploring the worlds of dominance and submission, BDSM and other fetishes. He wanted them to explore lighting, texture and creativity in their shots.

Both Kara and Amy agreed that the winner of the art contest would do the photography, and the loser would be the model. The professor accepted the pairing and Amy had instructed Kara to be at her house at 11 P.M. Friday night, and to be prepared for a long night. For Amy it presented the golden opportunity. She could work on her photographic skills and also manipulate Kara. Under the guise of modeling she could dominate Kara through the lens of her camera and that is precisely what she intended to do.

Kara ascended the two story brick house that Amy lived in alone. Ringing the doorbell, she was soon greeted by a beaming Amy, wearing a bright red midriff top and faded jean shorts. She was holding a glass of wine and motioned Kara inside. The smell of incense filled the air as Kara looked around the spacious living room. It was decorated in a casual style, but what caught her eyes the most were the erotic paintings and drawing that adorned the walls. They were BDSM themes, and some very explicit.

“Shy?”Amy remarked coyly as she caught Kara’s response to the pictures.

“No, I like them, they are very…intense,” Kara remarked cautiously. Even though Kara knew Amy was interested in fetish art, she expected Amy to be a studious recluse; instead Kara was already seeing a different side of Amy.

Moving quickly, Amy carefully changed the subject. “I do my best work at night, which is why I asked you to come over at this hour. I am more motivated,” she grinned as she looked Kara in the eye.

“Good for you,” Kara remarked, not bursa escort fully knowing how to answer the remark.

“I am so excited to have you as my model. Remember you did agree to anything. We will be going down to the basement for what I have in mind, but would you like some wine first?” Amy remarked with a slight impish grin.

“Sure, why not,” Kara remarked as she slumped down onto a nearby couch and tried to get more comfortable amid the growing apprehension of what she had gotten herself into. Even though Kara had lost the class competition, the extra points would still put her in a good position to be recommended to one of the art galleries.

The two began chatting about various things as they drank the wine. “What I have in mind is a series of photos around the theme of you being kidnapped by a cruel Mistress. A helpless captive being forced to submit to her every desire; that sort of thing. I hope you find it exciting. Remember it is like acting. You really have to possess the mindset of a captive and put yourself into the situation for the pictures to look authentic,” Amy mused as she sipped her wine; carefully setting up the seduction she had in mind.

Kara’s heart was racing wildly as she tried to imagine what Amy had in store for her, and trying to convince herself it was only art, yet there was something lurking beneath the facade that Kara sensed but could not yet fully determine.

Shortly before midnight Amy suggested they head down stairs and get things ready. Kara followed Amy down the wooden steps that led to the dark basement. The sense of dread Kara had been feeling was confirmed the moment the basement lights were turned on. To her shock and utter amazement, the entire basement was a well equipped dungeon; Metal cages, tables with straps, leg irons and wrist irons were fastened to the walls. Whips, feathers, and even candles could be seen strewn on top of a nearby table.

“Amy, I know I agreed to this, but…I am really not into the bondage scene,” Kara remarked as her eyes scanned the array of items with a mixture of curiosity and caution.

Amy flashed Kara a cold, icy stare as she picked up an expensive camera and readied it. “It’s just art Kara. We can create some amazing things here, but if you want to back out, I can call the professor and…”

“No!!” Kara interrupted as she hung her head sheepishly. “I will do it. I am just nervous is all.” she replied. “And by the way, where the hell did you get all this stuff?” Kara inquired.

A devious smile formed on Amy’s lips as she worked with the camera. “My dear ole uncle left me this place in his will. I found a little antechamber he had covered up. Who knew his little secrets? Over the last year or so I have added some things to kind of fuel the fantasy,” Amy smiled.

“You have actually used these things?”Kara remarked as she paced slowly along a small table of items.

“Let’s get started shall we? Amy remarked. “Take off all of your clothes.”

Kara’ could feel a wild and strange excitement racing through her at the thought of getting naked in front of Amy but it was the tone in Amy’s voice that she found even more alluring and provocative. She bit her bottom lip nervously and began removing her clothes until she stood naked and quivering slightly in the strange basement/dungeon.

“Good girl. Let’s have a look at you,” Amy remarked as she slowly walked around Kara. Kara could feel Amy’s eyes roaming every inch of her as she blushed slightly. The momentary awkwardness was soon interrupted as Amy gave the instructions for the first shot.

“I want you to go half way up the stairs and lean in against the brick wall with your back facing me.”Amy remarked. Amy knew the lighting at the top of the stairs would bathe Kara’s body perfectly, creating the illusion of a submissive female in a soft pose.

As she strode towards the basement steps she tried to imagine what Amy was seeing and how she appeared to the camera. Amy took a self-indulgent moment to admire the way Kara’s ass swayed as she began the trek up the steps.

“Stop! Now lean against the wall. Stretch out your arms wide above your head. Lower your head downward so that you are looking at the floor.” Amy instructed as she readied her camera. The image of Kara’s body casting a shadow against the wall; the soft light illuminating her from the rear, was skillfully captured on film to Amy’s delight.

As Kara listened to the camera click, the realization that the entire class would bursa escort bayan soon be seeing these photographs sank in. As Amy gazed through the lens her keen eyes saw Kara’s fully erect nipples and a crooked smile formed on her lips.

“Turn around and face me. Rest your hands behind your head and stick out your chest. Your nipples are hard and that will look great!”Amy remarked as she licked her lips in anticipation of the next shot.

Kara gasped as she looked down and saw what Amy meant. Her nipples were indeed rock hard and jutting out from her ample breasts in an erotic show. Under normal circumstances, Kara would have covered them and ran for cover, but now she found herself willing, even turned on at displaying them for the camera.

Content with the first round of shots, Amy beckoned Kara back down the steps as she studied the room for the next shot. Having Kara naked and ordering her around while she herself was fully clothed was allowing Amy to assert her dominance systematically and she wanted to turn it up a notch.

“Alright let’s do something a little more provocative and intense now, “Amy remarked as she led Kara over to center of the basement. “Turn around and put your hands above your head.” Amy directed.

Kara nervously followed Amy’s directions and watched apprehensively as Amy bound her wrists and ran the rope through a pulley on the ceiling above. Pulling Kara’s arms upwards until they were amply stretched, Amy walked behind Kara studying her next move. Amy wanted a shot of her own hand print firmly displayed on Kara’s ass and proceeded to slap Kara firmly, causing Kara to gasp audibly to the dull stinging sensation on her fleshly mounds.

“What are you doing?” Kara asked in a soft but nervous tone.

“I am spanking your ass like any good Mistress would do,” Amy remarked coyly. “I want everyone to see my hand print visibly displayed on that cute little ass of yours,” she continued. The feeling of her hand on Kara’s soft bottom along with the resounding echo of Kara’s ass being spanked sent a decadent thrill of control cascading through Amy.

When just the right glowing hand print was clearly visible on Kara’s ivory skin, Amy slipped back to the camera and caught the image perfectly. It would be the perfect lead in to the BDSM theme the professor wanted, but even more it played into Amy’s personal intentions for Kara. Leaving Kara tied and squirming, Amy slipped over to the nearby table and picked up a black leather riding crop and returned to her position. Instead of striking Kara with it, Amy began running the business end of the crop between Kara’s legs and along the puffy lips of her exposed pussy.

“Amy…no!” Kara gasped in a broken voice.

“Stop? Are you sure? I think you like it,” Amy whispered in a seductive but firm voice as she ran the crop across the hood of Kara’s clit teasingly. There was no response from Kara aside from heavy breathing.

“Arousal translates well to the camera, and I want to see you dripping wet,” Amy remarked in a more sinister tone. Kara blinked her eyes as the heat between her legs began to build. Inside, the battle for self-control and giving in to desire became more desperate as Amy guided the wand over her sensitive pussy. Taking Kara to the brink of orgasm, she quickly stopped, returned to the camera and clicked off a few more shots.

Before Kara could recover and regain her composure, Amy moved to the next shot. Loosening Kara’s hands from above, she bound them behind her. She bolted upstairs and quickly returned with a pillow. Forcing Kara onto her hands and knees, she positioned Kara with her head lying on the pillow and her ass stuck proudly in the air. Kara was more vulnerable than ever before as Amy began softly running her fingers along Kara’s puffy lips, teasing her slowly and relentlessly.

“Try telling me you don’t like it now,” Amy snarled. “Your pussy is getting very wet.”

Kara couldn’t answer. Her body and mind were both prisoners of her own desires. She wanted Amy to stick her fingers inside her burning pussy and make her cum, but she was still hanging on to the last ebb of control.

As if Amy had read her mind, she glided two digits slowly into Kara’s pussy and began fingering her, allowing her thumb to torment the bound girl’s clit. “Cum for me like a good little slut!” Amy hissed as she fucked Kara harder with her fingers. The last ounce of will power faded from Kara as her body’s growing needs took over. Her body trembled and shook escort bursa as copious amounts of spray shot from her drenched pussy under the force of the orgasm.

Almost immanently Amy became inspired for yet another picture. Pulling Kara’s arms under her and backwards she fastened her arms and ankles together. The resulting image showed Kara’s fully stretched ass sticking upwards, her head buried on the pillow, and her pussy clearly in the throes of a recent orgasm. Her puckered hole was aiming right for the camera and Amy wasted no time getting the shot. The scent of Kara’s aroused pussy filled Amy’s nostrils as she aimed the last shot.

“That was fucking hot!” she remarked as she ran her hands along Kara’s ass cheeks. “Now let’s do a little imprisonment shall we?” Amy replied.

Kara was still under the spell of orgasmic bliss as Amy spoke. Her words seemed muddled and distant.

For these shots Amy wanted blindfolds, cuffs, and ropes. She wanted the scenes dark and edgy as she gathered the needed items. As Kara came to her senses she was aware of her bladder filling up inside her.

“Can we take a break Amy?” Kara replied in a weak voice.

“Oh no babe, don’t want to lose the magic and have to start all over,” Amy mused from the distance as she gathered the needed items for the next shots.

“Amy, I have to…”

“Hush,” Amy replied as she poured herself into the next shot. She knew exactly what she wanted and worked quickly to adjust the lighting. Moving Kara to a padded mattress now bathed in soft light, she hooked two leather collars around her ankles and bound them together with a single chain. She then proceeded to place a studded collar around Kara’s neck and ran a link of chain upwards attaching it to clamp overhead. Placing Kara on her hands and knees on the mattress, Amy looked through the lens, ecstatic at the submissive view before her as Kara’s hair fell downward, drawn by the force of gravity.

It was the most erotic picture of the night thus far and Amy was particularly proud of it as she viewed in the camera lens.

“Amy..I gotta pee!” Kara whimpered as she felt the desperation building.

Hearing Kara’s pleading voice fueled the dominance inside her as the idea for a mind blowing picture took place.

“Great Kara. Desperation looks great on camera. Hold it for as long as you can.”

Kara’s bladder was on the verge of emptying itself with or without Amy’s consent as she tried desperately to remain in control. Amy led Kara to several more bondage shots, including some breast bondage, nipple clamps, and pussy play, even making Kara ride a sybian with her hands bound behind her. The desperation in Kara’s face made the pictures priceless and authentic.

At long last, Amy quickly grabbed a bucket and sat in the middle of the floor. Loosening Kara’s bounds and binding her hands behind her back, she walked Kara to the bucket.

“Squat and pee. I will take the pics from behind. Only you and I will know you actually pissed while I took this picture. It will be fucking hot!” Amy mused.

All defiance and resistance had left Kara as she squatted over the bucket, totally surrendering herself to Amy’s demands. The hissing sound of the escaping flood soon filled the air as Amy snapped the view from the rear, taking care to preserve Kara’s dignity while making the picture erotic.

The filming ending for the night, Amy cleaned everything up and guided Kara to a hot shower. As Kara was basking under the warm jets she felt Amy slip in beside her. Amy said nothing as she pulled Kara to her and the two exchanged a long and passionate kiss. Amy then bent down and began sucking Kara’s hardening nipples as her hand slipped again between her legs.

In the bedroom, Kara willingly allowed herself to be tied spread eagle to the bed. Amy Straddled Kara’s face and lowered herself to Kara’s open mouth. Facing away from Kara, with her ass and pussy grinding Kara’s face, Amy leaned over and began working on Kara’s glistening pussy with her own tongue and fingers.

Kara put her full effort into pleasing Amy as she worshiped her pussy and licked Amy’s asshole vigorously. Amy soon erupted in a full blown orgasm, drenching Kara’s face with her hot sticky juices. Amy returned the favor by bringing Kara to a powerful orgasm. Amy rose from the bed and took a long hot shower before returning to the bound Kara.

“Are you going to untie me?” Kara asked as she watched Amy slip the covers over her.

“Sure… first thing in the morning. Goodnight,” Amy remarked before turning out the lights. Amid the slowly gathering darkness of the bedroom, Kara could see the shiny reflection of Amy’s camera sitting on the night stand and grinned before drifting off to sleep herself.

She grabbed my wrists and pushed me up against the wall, my arms overhead. I had never been handled so roughly by anyone. But she was Jayne, known for her dominance in bed around the bar scene. She had picked me up earlier that night, at a local gay bar on “fetish night.” I was dressed in a tight black vinyl cat suit, she was trussed up in a leather corset and fishnets. I wore a bondage colar, she kept a long leather whip hanging from her waist.

Words were completely unneccessary. I knew Jayne’s style, her ability to have any woman she wanted. She was the type to grab and go, quick and silently. She wrapped a strong hand around my slim neck and pushed me out the door.

And now, we were at my tiny studio apartment, and I was naked, exposed, vulnerable. She held a 12″ red cock in her hand, slathered with lube. I clenched my legs together, scared of what she might do to me. See, Jayne was notorious for deep, rough penetration, and I was a simple, quiet lesbian who had never gone further than oral. Something told me my cherry was going to be busted tonight.

She pushed the tip of the red dong up against my small patch of red pubic hair, and then brushed it down my ivory thigh. I quiverred, feeling the cold head massage my hot cunt lips.

She was stunning. 5’10” and curvy in all the right places. Short, spikey, platinum blonde hair and tan skin, piercing blue eyes. She took a few steps back, letting my arms fall to my sides, waving the dildo away.

“Lay down on the bed,” she commanded, quiet and stern. I turned to my bed, a perfectly made full size with a clean pink duvet, and layed down slowly. bursa escort She approaced the end of the bed, red cock in one hand, and spread my legs apart with the other.

“Close your eyes,” she purred, and I obeyed. My body was completely exposed, vulnerable to her any advance. She folded my legs up so my knees were pressed back against my pillow on either side of my head, spreading my pussy lips wide open. I could feel my cunt start to tingle in anticipation of her soft tongue.

But I received no soft ANYTHING. Instead, while leaning her force on my shins, she slipped the head of the red cock between my pussy lips, rubbing it’s wet tip around my throbbing clit.

“Oh god, yes…” I moaned, as she continued to circle around my lips and clit slowly, heating up the cock.

“You like that?” she growled, circling faster now…

“Yes, I want more!” I shrieked, my mild voice growing stronger.

“Good, cause I’m going to GIVE YOU MORE” she yelled, and plunged the cock straight into my virgin pussy.

“Ow!” I yelped, at first, feeling the thick dildo stretch and bust my hymen.

Then, she started to pump it in and out of my tight pussy. I could hear the squish-squosh noise of my cunt juices flowing around the dildo as it probed in and out of me. She plunged it in deep, with a grunt, and I felt it press against my soft, sensitive insides.

With all the power within me, I began to scream. She fucked me hard, like a maniac, while I screamed in one operatic high pitch, thrusting my fists about. She took her fingers from her other hand and started rubbing my drenched pussy furiously, escort bursa my clit swelling and tingling. I punched the bed, the wall, and screamed continuously.

I was just about to explode in a tremendous climax, when there was a knock on the door. She quickly pulled the cock out of me with a *pop* and turned around, facing the door.

Scared, I got up and looked out the peephole. It was my neighbor, Rick, across the hall. He was in his boxers, looking concerned. I stepped aside and pulled the door open enough to see him.

“Do you need something, Rick?” I asked, panting. His eyes met mine, and then he looked past me and saw Jayne on the bed.

“Um, I was just wondering if everything was okay in here, it was a little loud-” he stopped, fixating on Jayne. I turned and looked, Jayne was kneeling on the bed, facing the door, sucking on the large red cock she had just fucked me with. She looked at me, and I at Rick, and opened the door wider.

“Come on in,” I said quietly, and closed the door behind him. He was handsome for a guy, on the shorter side and muscular, great black hair.

He looked at my body, my thighs were soaked with my own juices and I had red hand prints all over my body. He looked at Jayne, still suggestively sucking on the dildo. I looked at him, my eyes followed down his chest to his shorts, where I could tell he was aroused. I locked the door and walked over to the bed.

He followed, although a bit hesistantly. I sat on the edge of the bed with Jayne, and she pulled Rick’s shorts down around his ankles. His cock was rock hard and glistening. About 7 inches and bursa escort bayan much thinner than the dildo I had been fucked with.

Then Jayne pushed my face towards his cock head, and I parted my lips and bobbed down on it, taking in a few inches. Jayne grabbed his shaft and started sucking on his balls. He closed his eyes and started moaning.

“Oh..g…g-god…..”

His pelvis started moving and he thrusted his cock deeper in my mouth, but Jayne pushed him back off me and stood up to face him.

She whispered something in his ear, and he smiled. Oh no…

Jayne layed on the bed, her feet by the pillow and head by the foot of the bed. She grabbed the dildo and one hand and motioned me to get on the bed.

“Now, I want you to lay on me, like 69, and start licking my pussy…” she said sweetly, and I obliged. I lifted my ass in the air over her face, and spread her shaven pussy lips and started licking. They smelled sweet and fresh, and she started to moan.

Then, I felt her pop the dildo back into my pussy and I moaned in relief. She started to fuck me with it, my ass bouncing in the air.

Then, from behind, where I couldn’t see, I felt Rick grab my ass with both hands. He squeezed my ass cheeks, and then he pushed his head against my tight asshole.

“Oh god!” I cried, as he plunged his cock deep inside my ass.

I continued licking Jayne’s cunt in between cries of pleasure and pain, as Jayne fucked me in the pussy and Rick fucked me in the ass, both in a perfect rhythm now, fast and hard. Jayne was moaning, Rick was grunting, I was screaming.

We became one rhythm, our cries in unison and their pumping inside my body simultaneous.

With a grunt, a push and sigh, all three of us exploded in a loud and perfect orgasm, three screaming voices of ecstacy.

I got the best sleep of my life that night.

(Note to readers: The characters in this story are 18 or older when they engage in sex. This story can be seen as taking place before COVID-19, or after global availability of effective vaccine and cure.)

Janine leaned back on one end of the loveseat, and said, “What do you want to do?”

Delia was excited, but not happy. She had expected this from Janine. The slight, amused, above-it-all smile. The disinterest in making contact. Delia hated herself for wanting Janine so much, and said, “I want to undress you.”

Janine didn’t even voice her consent, just gave a small lift of her spread hands. There was a flash in Delia’s mind about rough handling, but she couldn’t do anything that would make Janine unhappy. Delia’s hands were gentle when they raised the hem of the shimmery dark green blouse. Janine actually helped a little, lifting her arms. Delia’s pulse quickened as Janine’s bare midriff came into view.

Janine took hold of the blouse as it moved up her arms, and set it on the side table herself. Delia wondered if Janine didn’t trust her to treat designer clothes properly. Anger rose, but it made no difference. Delia was already moistening.

As Delia unzipped the gray skirt, Janine asked, “What else?”

“I play with your boobs and eat you out,” said Delia quickly, hoping she hadn’t asked for too much.

“Sure,” said Janine. “Guys do that.” She chuckled. “If I let them.”

“And no video,” said Delia.

“Okay, not this time,” said Janine, sounding impatient. “But I’m going to want proof.”

Delia partly wanted that too, proof that she’d landed this blonde beauty, maybe even proof that nerdy Delia had converted Janine, found her hidden true self. But the video would surely declare otherwise, that Janine had no interest in Delia. With no video yet, Delia hoped to keep some self-respect, for a few days.

The scheme annoyed Delia as much now as it had when Janine first broached it. Janine had known for years, since they were in high school, that Delia wanted her. Two weeks ago, in a neighborhood bar, Janine offered to pretend to go bicurious. She’d allow Delia to make love to her, but do nothing in return, all so Janine could keep men at a distance that she could control. Delia responded, “Eat shit, Janine,” and then went home and masturbated, while crying.

Delia had been solitary for months. She used to be fine that way, with a hot fling once in a while, otherwise satisfied when alone. Work was the center of her life, as she used statistical models to validate pharmaceutical testing. Lately, though, her physical need had grown, and her pool of fling participants had dried up . She felt snubbed by the world, and was getting emotional. Alone had been ground down into lonely.

A week later in the bar, Delia sat by herself with her third beer. Janine, with two guys chatting her up, caught Delia’s eye, smiled, and angled her head at an open stool next to her. Delia left immediately, lecturing herself that Janine was one of dozens of attractive straight women she saw every day, none of them inclined towards Delia. It was an awful truth about desiring the same sex, and Delia insisted that she was resigned to that.

But she had seen Janine, off and on, for years. Janine was imprinted in her brain: The blue eyes, the perfect skin, the sleek limbs. The smile.

Another week later, Delia convinced herself that she had to deal with the physical need before she could find a way to stop being miserable. Her attitude hadn’t changed, but its priority was lower. She walked up to Janine in the bar and, with a diesel-dyke gruffness, said, “My place. Now.”

I’m like a guy, Delia thought ruefully as she slid the skirt off Janine’s legs. Driven by visual attraction. Letting desire make the decisions. Dutifully she handed the skirt to Janine, who took it and folded it.

Janine bursa escort reached behind her back to get to bra hooks. For an instant Delia hoped this meant eagerness, and an instant later decided that Janine wanted to get this over with. Delia left in place the pricey shoes and elastic-topped patterned stockings, and pulled down the lavender panties that matched the lacy bra, which Janine moved to the side table. “On the floor,” Janine said, and Delia understood that the undergarment would not contact the other clothes.

Janine slid her body so it was sideways on the loveseat, one leg lifted for a foot to rest on the upholstered back. Delia shuddered at the sight of the peach skin against the burgundy fabric, even though she would have preferred Janine seated, front-facing, legs spread. Delia curled her upper half onto the rest of the loveseat and leaned down, getting one hand around Janine’s back and the other on a breast. Quickly, she leaned further and put her open mouth around the puffy aureole of the other breast.

Janine flinched, and inhaled sharply. Then she said, “Yeah, okay,” and her torso relaxed. Score one for my side, Delia thought ruefully, figuring that Janine, despite being a lawyer, decided it wasn’t worthwhile to complain about whether a boundary had been crossed. Delia framed her testimony: Your Honor, ‘play with’ need not exclude sucking.

Her crotch now warm and tingling, Delia took the hand from Janine’s back and started undoing fly buttons on her jeans. Her own nipples grew as she tongued Janine’s. Her hand got inside her underwear. Fingers probed past hair, sweat, and secretions, to get inside labia. She grunted on Janine’s delectable pert breast.

Delia jerked back and used both hands on her clothes. shoving down the jeans and panties, yanking at the shirt. Damn, why all the buttons? Today of all days?

She could feel Janine’s look on her. Hurriedly, awkwardly, Delia stripped, knowing how Not-Janine she was, both in her body and in the act of exposing it. Flopping back into position on the loveseat, Delia got her hands under and around Janine’s thighs, and put a drooling mouth on the bald vulva.

In a few seconds, Janine began writhing. Delia tongued all around the labia, down to the front of the perineum and up again. She set her top teeth against the clit hood, pressing slightly, then releasing. She rolled her tongue, pushing it just inside the vagina, then out and rising to encircle the clit and slide it against the hood. Janine moaned.

Heart pounding, sweat beading, Delia pulled back her right arm and put the hand on Janine’s quim from below. She put her left hand between her own legs. More thrilled than she could ever recall being, Delia nonetheless felt an odd steadiness, a sense of…control? That fluttering going through Janine’s hips, it was made by Delia, a real lesbian, a lover of women as ardent as any man could ever be.

Delia settled in to deliver that ardor. Now, her effort was less for Janine, the distant fantasy, and more for a first-time partner, someone to receive pleasure that Delia was eager to give. Her touch was energetic, but also careful, as it explored and learned her partner’s surfaces, and what the touch did to them. Her tongue slid and swirled around the clitoris, under and over and against the hood. Patiently, persistently, Delia repeated or changed her actions, even as rapid, slightly voiced breath sounds reminded her who she was ravishing.

Touch me, Janine! Be my lover! Two fingers went up Delia’s vagina to the base knuckles, two more probed Janine’s, both sets walking, seeking those hidden clusters of neurons that could sing out in joy. Janine’s clitoris swelled into Delia’s hot wet mouth.

Janine gasped. Delia thought wildly, I could make her do me! I could stop, I could edge, I could say “Eat me, bitch! You’ll cum when I say so!” escort bursa Then she felt tears slide past her lashes, onto Janine’s belly. Why won’t you love me, oh please!

Then, slender fingers were in Delia’s hair, trembling, moving through to her scalp.

Delia’s heart soared. Her quim spasmed hard, cramping her fingers. She yelled into Janine’s sex. More spasms, heat, Delia nearly bit her tongue and Janine’s clit. The hand on Delia’s head squeezed hard, and a roar rose to the ceiling.

Delia wanted more hands, she couldn’t see Janine’s breasts but wanted to feel them, and feel her own, she kept spasming, in a giddy rush she thought This is where a third party could help, put one hand in my cunt, the other one on my tit, while I grab Janine’s tit, then I’d just keep cumming.

“You’ve got nice hair,” said a raspy voice. “You should grow it out.”

Delia’s body finally calmed. With regret she pulled her hand and face away from the thick labia, the warm musk. A breath then allowed her to say, “I thought you were looking for a butch.”

“That serves a purpose,” said Janine, sliding to more upright seating. “Some guy sees me with you, he writes me off without even approaching. That could get rid of the pushy, arrogant, narrow-minded ones. But I don’t want to drive every guy away.” Her hand lifted hair from Delia’s shag cut. “Natural auburn. This could be dynamite.”

Delia’s earlier thought got an appendix: If she’d make her hands available, I wouldn’t need a third party.

Janine’s hand withdrew.

Delia sat up, roughly mirroring Janine. “What do you want, exactly?”

A bit stiffly: “Not your problem.”

“Do you want anything?” Delia’s voice cracked at the end.

Janine blinked, and her tone softened. “If I do, I haven’t seen it yet. But I might someday.” Then she added, “I can tell you this, though. It won’t be a woman. That does nothing for me.”

Hurt and anger were parts of what Delia felt, but not much of either. “Nothing?”

Janine beamed. “You were great. Best oral ever. I guess it takes a lesbian.”

“That’s very cis-straight of you,” Delia muttered. But Janine’s smile had almost melted her.

“Was it so awful for you?” Janine asked archly.

“No,” said Delia, looking away.

“Anyway, I like the idea of you going fem. You could do it. The body has potential, tone it up some. Dress to emphasize the good curves. Nothing wrong with the face, eye makeup will do wonders. Then, the two of us go out and about, and the guys who aren’t scared away might have some promise.”

Delia almost squirmed. She was about to launch a tirade, but recalled that Janine had seen the stash of fashion magazines in the bathroom. “I rub out to those looks,” she said. “Doesn’t mean I want to adopt them.”

“Once you’re properly turned out,” said Janine with a smirk, “imagine what the pose we’re in now would do to straight males.”

Two naked young women on a loveseat. Delia refused to concede the point, saying, “Doesn’t matter to me.” She lied a little, but not erotically. She did like the idea of men, in general, being gobsmacked by the sight of her. But she also had close friends who were straight men, and she would never deceive them.

“In a push-up bra,” Janine persisted, “You might get noticed before I am.” Then she looked away, lips tightening.

“What?” asked Delia.

“Nothing.”

“Again with ‘nothing.’ Another lie?”

To Delia’s amazement, Janine flushed. “When you were down on me. Your nipple, on my leg. It felt…interesting, when it got big and stiff. I, uh, I didn’t mind that.”

Somewhere inside Delia, a knot of pain loosened out of existence. She might never love me. But someday, could she get off her high horse?

“Nipple plus leg equals arousal,” said Delia. “So noted.”

“And now let’s work on making you a femme bursa escort bayan fatale.”

Delia rolled her eyes. “That’s not what I signed up for.”

Then Janine played a card Delia didn’t think was in the deck. “What do I have to do to convince you?”

Delia knew that she now wore an abject, yearning expression. She took a breath. “If I ask you to do something you’d hate, I might drive you away.”

“You might. But if you don’t ask, we won’t get anywhere.”

Another breath, then Delia said, “Once a week, can we sleep overnight in the same bed, hugging?”

“Yes. Is that it?”

“Two more. Once a week, can we shower together?”

Nodding impatiently, “Yes. And?”

“Dildo me. I have a strap-on. You don’t have to touch me while we do that. Think of it as practice in case you want to peg a guy.”

That got a laugh. But Janine said, “And we video.”

Delia exhaled, then said, “And I get to play with your tits. Hands and mouth.”

“Only when I say it’s okay,” said Janine. “And when I say stop, you stop.”

Delia was struck by the friendliness of this exchange, which was selfishly motivated horse trading. “Deal.”

“Next Saturday, all right?” Janine picked up her shoulder bag from the floor. “The shower, and the overnight?” She pulled out a small plastic bag, into which she put her floor underwear.

“Uh, yeah,” said Delia, watching as Janine stowed the bagged underwear and brought out a fresh pair, and a pack of wipes. “And the strap-on.”

“And the video,” Janine continued, standing to clean up. “Then in the morning we’ll start on your new look.” She stepped into the clean panties, which also matched the bra.

Clinging to her old look, Delia said, “And what happens if you find what you want?”

“Hmm?” said Janine, beginning to put on the bra.

“We’re out together, and I’m all tarted up like the fem I’m not, and up pops Mr. Wonderful. Am I left to get a ride-share for one?”

Janine stopped moving, the bra fastened and rotated, but straps loose and cups below breasts. “Doesn’t the pair rule apply to you too?”

“What pair rule?”

Janine sat again, closer to Delia, legs in light contact, nylon brushing bare skin. “A straight woman is more desired by a straight man when it looks like she’s taken. How does a single lesbian feel when she sees two lesbians in a pair?”

Delia couldn’t fight down a smile. “I think, ‘What does she see in her?'” She had thought that quite often lately, but didn’t admit this to Janine.

“So isn’t it just as likely, when we’re out together, that some cute lesbian will try to get you away from me? Even when you’re tarted up, you’ll be a little butchy, in a hot way.”

“A lot less likely,” Delia said, “given the ratio of straights to others.” There was that awful truth again. It shot down the point Janine tried to make. Still, sitting nude next to mostly nude Janine felt…good. The sex was a huge relief for her body, and Janine’s secretion in her mouth had a nice-enough aftertaste. Was spending a month or two dishonestly gallivanting with Janine worse than being lonely?

But Delia had to say to the beauty next to her, “You’re using me and lying to the world. And you’re okay with that?”

“I’m letting you play with my body and get yourself off, with no relationship snags. Based on our subsequent negotiations, you’re okay with that.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

Janine’s smile seemed gentle. She put her hands through the strap loops and worked the bra into place. “You let me worry about me. May I friend-hug my new favorite cuntlapper?”

Delia nodded, and kept the hug tame.

As they parted, Janine’s left hand stayed in contact from the shoulder blade, around to the side of Delia’s right breast, before moving away. Delia snapped a look at Janine’s face. The eyes were widened, the lips parted.

Janine stood quickly and got her clothes.

Dressed, standing at the door, Janine said, “Next Saturday. Meet at the bar first, put on a little show?”

Nude, standing at the loveseat, Delia said, “Sure.” She smiled.

It was great to get your letter. Turn me on a bit? A BIT? Talk about an understatement. I have to tell you, Jessica, that I really enjoyed it a LOT. It did more for me than anything I’ve read for ages. Just what it did, well, that’s another story. Maybe some other time, but let’s just say that it really hit the spot.

And now I suppose it’s my turn. Your description of your first time really did the trick for me and so I hope you don’t mind if I follow your example. You asked me not to mind if you were being a bit literary at times, and so I hope you’ll return the compliment now. This is a story which begins a long time before it really starts. Don’t worry, you’ll see what I mean.

It was during my first year at university. I was nineteen, studying French in London. One day I’d been to Camden Market and was waiting for a bus into town, when I noticed someone in the same queue, a woman with black hair in a long coat, probably in her late ‘twenties, who looked really familiar but who I couldn’t place. It bugged me, because I’ve normally got a good memory for faces, but try as I might I couldn’t remember where I knew her from. She must’ve noticed me looking at her in a puzzled sort of way, because she kept darting glances at me as well and frowning to herself when she looked away.

Well, when the bus came we both took it. The woman was in front of me in the queue and so she got on before me. She went upstairs. It was pretty full and there were no free seats downstairs, so I went upstairs too. There was an empty seat next to her and she gave me a glance and a little smile, so I thought I might as well sit beside her.

For the first couple of minutes neither of us said anything. She was just looking out of the window and I was too timid to say anything, but then the bus went round a corner and I got pushed against her. I apologised, and that kind of broke the ice.

“You were looking at me at the bus stop, weren’t you?” she said. The voice, too, rang a bell. It was deep and musical, not the sort you hear every day. Where did I know it from?

“Yes, I can’t help feeling I’ve seen you before, and I just can’t put my finger on it.”

“This bus? I take it quite often.”

“No, not this bus, longer ago.”

“Are you from London?” she asked.

“Not really, I’m studying here. I’ve only been here a few months.”

“Where are you from, then?”

I told her.

“Did you go to school there?”

“Yes, to the girls’ high school.”

“That’s it!” she said, and smiled. “I was a teacher there, just for a term, but I have to say I don’t really remember you. I didn’t teach you, did I?”

“No, I was in the other class, but I remember you now. Miss Walsh, isn’t it?”

Yes, Miss Walsh. How could I have forgotten? When I was thirteen I’d had quite a crush on Miss Walsh. Along with half the other girls in my year. Just one of those teenage things. Embarrassing to think about now, really, but natural enough too. In our dull little world she’d shone like a star, with her long jet black hair, thick eyebrows like a goddess from ancient Egypt, and her distinctly offbeat taste in clothes. No surprise she’d ended up in London.

“Oh, don’t call me Miss Walsh. Call me Penny. Please.”

“OK, Penny, I’m Jane.”

I put my hand out and she shook it. I met her eyes with mine and we gave each other a smile. The hair was a lot shorter now, cut into a neat bob instead of halfway down her back, but it still looked as thick and black as I remembered it, and she was still as attractive as she had been six years before, perhaps with a few lines added here and there, but not much else. She had lovely eyes, dark brown, and they smiled too. We started off by talking about what we were doing now – me studying, her still teaching – but soon we were busy reminiscing about the old days and people we both knew. It was fun and the journey passed quickly, despite the traffic jams which slowed the bus to a crawl.

“This is my stop,” I said as we approached Tottenham Court Road.

“Mine too,” she said, and so we got off together.

“Which way are you going?” Penny asked.

“Just to the library. Why?”

“Well, I was wondering if you had time for a coffee or something.”

“That would be nice,” I said, and so we went off and found a little place to sit and continue our chat. I’d enjoyed the school, on the whole, and it sounded as if she had too, but I could remember that she’d only stayed the one term. Once that had occurred to me I felt this real urge to ask her why, and so as soon as the chance presented itself I took it.

She laughed in an embarrassed-sounding way and tried to change the subject, but I can be a nosy little bitch when I want to and so I didn’t give her the chance.

“You don’t want to know that and even if you think you do you don’t really need to,” she said, but I could tell from the way she was saying it that she only needed a bit of pushing and she’d tell me.

I pushed her.

“Oh, it was stupid. I had an affair and they found out and told me it would be best if I left.”

“Is bursa escort that all? In this day and age?”

“Yes,” she said, and laughed again.

“Who with?”

“No, really…”

“Come on, tell me!” I almost shouted, so that people at the nearby table turned to look.

“OK, OK, it was the maths teacher.”

“What? Mr Phillips?” I couldn’t believe my ears. This Penny couldn’t have been more than about twenty-four at the time and really good-looking and nice, and Mr Phillips had been about fifty and ugly as hell and boring and just totally awful all round.

“No, not Mr Phillips, stupid,” she hissed. “He wasn’t the only maths teacher.”

“Oh my God!” There had been another maths teacher. A woman. Her name was Miss Gladstone but she got us all to call her by her first name, Julia, and I honestly think everybody who hadn’t had a crush on Penny had had one on her. She was an eye-catching woman if ever there was, what some people might call statuesque, with lovely golden hair, and I don’t mind telling you that right then the mental picture of these two writhing round together and up to God knows what hit me right in the stomach.

“Are you shocked?” Penny asked after I’d been silent for a minute or two.

“Well, to be honest, yes, a bit.”

“Don’t be. It’s perfectly natural. Lots of people are up to it.”

“Maybe, but not the sort of people I know.”

“You might be surprised,” she said with a sly grin.

“And you? Are you still, er…?”

“With Julia? No. We split up almost as soon as I left. It wasn’t anything very serious.”

“And are you with anybody else?”

“What’s it to you?”

“Nothing,” I said, but like I said, I can be a nosy bitch at times. And maybe there was something else in my mind as well, though I’m pretty sure I would have been righteously shocked and denied it to myself right then. Like they say, it’s a wise person who knows themselves. Or something like that.

“So no, I’m not with anybody, woman, man or beast. Not even a cat. And what about you? Have you got a boyfriend?”

“Not right now. And no girlfriend either, before you ask.”

“OK,” she laughed. “Take it easy.”

So I took it easy. She took it easy, too, and we talked about other things. I couldn’t help feeling, though, that there was a shadow over the conversation now, something which had come up from somewhere deep down and raised its head for a minute, and although it had gone back, we both knew it was there. But it didn’t stop me from enjoying being with her. I had more of a feeling of fun and warmth and pleasure from our conversation than I’d had with anyone else in ages. When she excused herself for a minute I was amazed to look at my watch and to find that we’d been talking for over two hours.

“I’ve got to go,” I said when she came back.

“All right. Would you like to meet again some time? I really enjoyed myself this afternoon.”

“Me too. Yes, let’s meet again.”

And so we did. We had lunches together, drinks together, we went to the shops, the cinema, the theatre, and nothing happened at all. At first I was nervous in case she tried it on with me, then after a while I relaxed. And then after a while longer I realised that I was starting to think about her. I had these visions at night of her rolling round in bed with Julia Gladstone and wondered how it would feel if it was me instead, wondered how it would feel to be kissed by her, held by her, made love to by her. I thought they were just bits of my old crush coming back, but if I was honest with myself, which, most of the time at least, I wasn’t, I had to admit they weren’t. I was slowly getting quite interested in Penny in a way that got less and less abstract as time went by and the stupid thing was that she didn’t seem to notice. Of course, now I know what rubbish that was, that she was perfectly aware of what was going on and that I would be much too shy to make a move, but maybe she was shy too – I certainly didn’t give her any encouragement worth mentioning – or maybe she was just playing a waiting game until the right moment came along. Which, of course, it did.

“Would you like to come to my place for dinner tomorrow night?” she said one Thursday lunchtime as we sat with our espressos in one of our regular meeting places.

I’d never been to her place. She’d never invited me before. I looked into her eyes. She looked back into mine and said nothing.

“Yes,” I answered after a long silence, and wondered how it was that I could sound and look so calm when inside me a tropical storm was brewing up. “I’d love to.”

It felt like I was burning a bridge.

Seven thirty the next evening found me somewhere in the back of beyond up in Crouch End, ringing on the bell of the ground floor flat of a small terraced house in a long terraced street, bottle of wine in hand and stomach churning at the thought of what might happen, equal measures of curiosity, excitement and sheer terror with a good dash of lingering moral doubt thrown in just for flavour. I was in a right state.

“Sorry, I was on the phone,” Penny escort bursa said when she finally opened the door after I’d rung three times. “Come on in and give me your coat. The living room’s through there. I’ll be with you in a tick.”

The tick lasted five minutes. I spent it walking round looking at the pictures and the things on the shelves. It felt like a room I could be comfortable in. I was still looking when she came in.

“Just sorting out the dinner,” she explained. “Do you want a drink or would you like the guided tour?”

I took the tour. It didn’t last long, just the living room, kitchen, bathroom and one bedroom, everything designed very much for solitary occupation, although I did notice that she had a double bed.

“Something smells good,” I said when we went into the kitchen.

“Well, it’s either the chicken or me.”

“Does the chicken wear Chanel?” I asked.

She looked at me over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow and gave me one of her slow mysterious smiles. Hidden meanings and doubles entendres like that were something we both enjoyed and used a lot.

“The food won’t be ready for a while,” she said, “so let’s have a drink in the living room while we wait.”

We took a glass of sherry each and got comfortable, her on the sofa, me in an armchair.

“You’re looking good,” she said.

“So are you,” I replied. She was, too. Simply but stylishly dressed in a black cashmere V-neck sweater and figure-hugging black trousers, barefooted, and no visible make-up to speak of apart from a hint of eyeshadow, she sat there on the sofa with her legs folded underneath her. I was glad she hadn’t dressed up for the occasion, because I hadn’t. I just had on a pair of jeans and a navy blue sweater I’d got in France and my hair, which is long, dead straight, and brown (although in the right light some might call it chestnut), was scraped back close to my head and in a ponytail at the back.

We sat, we drank our sherry, we went and ate our dinner at the little table in the kitchen (chicken in a herb sauce with rice and salad, if you’re interested, and very nice too) and we had some wine with that, then we went back to the living room and listened to some music and drank a bit more wine, but mostly we did what we usually did, talked a lot and laughed a lot as we did so.

That’s not to say that there weren’t, er, overtones during the evening. There was lots of meaningful eye contact held for just a split second too long, lots of little innuendoes that weren’t followed up, brushes of our legs under the table as we ate and that sort of thing, but nothing from her that even looked as if it was meant to be leading anywhere and, as for me, well, I was just too timid to make the first move. At one point, when we were back in the living room after dinner, her face can’t have been more than about six inches from mine as she poured some wine for me, so close that I could see every detail of it as if it was under a microscope, and I wondered whether she was going to try to kiss me and how I was going to respond if she did, but no, she went back to the sofa and carried on talking.

Just like in the café that first time, I was amazed when she went out of the room for something and I looked at my watch. It was past midnight. I’d had no idea it was anything like that late.

“It’s late,” I said when she came back in.

“Mmm, I know. What do you want to do?”

“I suppose I’d better call for a taxi. No way I’m going by night bus.”

“Why not stay?”

“Stay?”

“Yes, stay. Here. It’s Saturday tomorrow. Neither of us has to be anywhere, do we? We can lie in, have breakfast, and then, well, whatever you like.”

“Yes, but I haven’t got anything to sleep in.”

“That never bothers me, but if you need something, it’s no problem, I can lend you something. There’s not such a huge difference in size between us, is there?”

“Right then, I’ll stay,” I said, and again my nostrils filled with the smell of burning bridges.

We stayed up about another half an hour, the conversation becoming more and more intermittent as time went on and then finally stopping altogether. Both of us could feel perfectly clearly that there was something in the air, something impending, but for what seemed like an age it was as if neither of us really knew how to break the spell of the moment.

“So why don’t you come into the bedroom and pick yourself something to sleep in?” Penny said in the end. I walked through behind her and chose a plain white baggy T-shirt from what she offered me.

“Where do you want to sleep?” she asked. “There’s either here or on the sofa. I’ve got a sleeping bag if you want it.”

Clever Penny, putting the onus on me. Sensible me sat on my left shoulder yelling at me to take the sofa and the easy way out, adventurous me sat on the right telling me to take a chance and see what happened. No guessing who won.

“In here,” I said.

“So if you want to use the bathroom you can do that and I can quickly do the washing-up. There’s a towel and a spare toothbrush if you need them.”

In bursa escort bayan the bathroom I let my hair down and brushed it out, stripped down to my panties (white, very lacy, very cute) and quickly washed my face and under my arms. I thought about washing between my legs, too. I was sure I must be very wet there with the way I’d been feeling for hours now, but then I decided not to bother. After all, I’d had a bath before leaving the house and the way I felt I’d just get as wet again in two minutes flat, so I put the T-shirt on, went into the bedroom, and climbed under the covers to wait for Penny.

It was only a couple of minutes before she came in. She was still fully dressed but as she came through the door in one flowing movement she unzipped the trousers, tugged the waistband down, climbed out of them, and draped them neatly over the back of the chair.

“I always sleep in the nude,” she said. “Does that bother you?”

“No,” I answered, semi-truthfully. Partly it did, partly it excited me like hell.

“Do you want the light out?”

“No,” I answered again, more truthfully this time. Excitement was definitely starting to win out over embarrassment and I wanted to see what I was getting into. So to speak. “No. I want to watch you.”

Well, that was the last bridge and no doubt about it. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched.

Over Penny’s head and on to the chair, in another practiced movement, went the sweater, and there she was before me, a lovely curvaceous black-haired woman, in nothing but a black lacy bra and briefs. I thought lumps in your throat were just something in stories, but I swear there was one in mine as I looked at her.

“Wow, you’re gorgeous,” I said.

“Do you think so?” she answered, and pirouetted.

“Oh yes, from head to toe.” And she was. And she knew it. Glossy thick black hair, liquid brown eyes, a slightly aquiline nose, lips just made for kissing, firm chin, long neck, her breasts plump and promising inside her bra, a sweet belly with a long north-south navel, and a narrow waist flowing out into hips which curved perfectly into those long thighs of hers.

Her eyes didn’t leave mine for an instant as she reached behind her back to unclasp the bra, which she let fall to the ground, and then in the twinkling of an eye she was out of her pants too and was standing before me without a stitch on her, luxuriating in the knowledge of her own beauty and the effect she must have known it was having on me, savouring the moment as I gaped with my mouth open and my breath catching at her luscious breasts glowing slightly where the light fell on them, at the shadows the light cast on her big brown nipples, at the perfection of her ass, at the neat triangle of hair between her legs.

“Still want to wear that T-shirt?” she asked softly.

I shook my head and climbed out of bed. I stood before her and put my arms up in the air. She bent forward, took it by the hem, and lifted it over my head to reveal my bare torso. I’m not exactly what you’d call generously endowed in the breast department, certainly nothing like she was, but I do have these very prominent nipples, which from what I’d seen I knew stuck out much more than the average. Anyway, Penny certainly seemed to like what she saw if her sharp intake of breath was anything to go by.

“Oh Jane,” she whispered. “Lovely Jane. You’re trembling, sweetie.”

“Yes, I know. Sorry, I can’t help it.”

“First time?”

“Does it show that much?”

“Sort of, yes, but don’t let it worry you. There’s a first time for everybody. And it is very exciting, isn’t it? For you, I mean?”

I couldn’t speak. I just nodded.

“It is for me as well. I’ve thought about this moment a lot, you and me together, and you know I wouldn’t hurt you for the world, so just take it easy and remember you can always call time out and I’ll understand. OK?”

“OK.”

“Now, let’s get these off,” she said, and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of my panties, rolled them down over my hips and down my thighs and calves to my ankles. I stepped out of them and there we were, me and Penny who had almost been my old French teacher, Penny who had done what we were about to do with a woman who had more than once put me on detention, face to face and as naked as the day we were born. And we hadn’t even touched each other yet…

It can’t really have been much more than about half a minute, but it seemed like ages that we just stood there, so close that we could easily have reached out and touched each other, just looking, drinking each other in. There was just the bedside light on, so everything was in a kind of half-light. I could feel her eyes devouring my breasts, my stomach, my legs, the mat of hair at my groin, just as mine were devouring hers, and then our eyes sort of locked on to each other like radar and we just stepped forward into each other’s arms.

Her hands were soft and warm as they touched my shoulders and then slid around to meet behind my back. I felt the scent of her, warm and womanly, and then the feeling of her body against mine, the curves of her breasts as they met my own, the roundness and warmth of her belly, the smoothness of her flesh, the gentle abrasiveness of her bush as it rubbed against my thigh.

We met Anthea in a transport café. She was on the road and was asking for a lift to Sheffield.

But she didn’t seem to have any success and sat there, sipping coffee and looking very rejected.

My co-driver, Phil noticed her first, well he would wouldn’t he? He has a lusty eye for an woman in tight jeans, he said that is what made the world go around and kept his libido healthy and the oversexed sod had a host of pictures he’d taken secretly on his mobile phone of bums he would most like to fuck. True, one could say he was a pervert but I had to admit I was taken by some of the pictures and Phil certainly had a knack for getting the right angle. It amazed me just how he did it, the close ups especially.

I could see why he had his beady eye focused on the girl sat in the corner of the room and guessed he would soon have another pictures his collection.

She looked very appetizing indeed and I don’t mind saying that my libido was making moves below the waist.

“She obviously hasn’t seen us Pete. Shall I go over and offer her a lift?”

“Don’t be a wanker Phil, we are not going anywhere Sheffield. Liverpool is miles away.”

“We could to a detour. Come on Pete it will be worth it Imagine … well you know, with that!”

I looked over towards her table again and she noticed me looking. That is when she approached us. Phil spoke first; “I hear you would like a lift to Sheffield?”

“I am desperate, I have an exam in the university tomorrow and need to get there to setup some digs, please say you can help me?.”

“You have no money?”

“I am fucking skint” she replied.

“It would mean going out of our way” I put in and what I had in mind must have been obvious.

“If it sex you want in payment I am willing to do that. I simply must make it for tomorrow. That is really important”

Phil looked at me with a happy smile on his face and a look-in his eye that said to go for it.

This girl was certainly open about it. She said it like it was an everyday thing.

“Okay, we shall make a special diversion for altyazılı porno you. What’s your name?”

“Anthea – and yours?

I told her and asked if she was sure about this.

She paused and grinned, her blonde hair and blue eyes were daunting. I could really go for her after a so far strenuous and pent up journey in the road from Southampton

“I would have to make one or two no go’s” she said upon which Phil looked glum.

“There we go, first the good news and then the bad” he quipped.

“I can give you both a blow job and you can have a sniff if you’d like but anything else is closed shop at the moment.”

I whispered in Phil’s ear telling him it improbably her time of the month. He whispered back and said that he would go for anything if I was game.”

“We are on” I told her and she showed her thanks with a real open French kiss.”

“What about me” said Phil, the other guys looking on with that certain envious expression on their faces and then he got similar treatment.

“I think we had better vamoose pretty quickly “he said lifting himself off the chair, looking altogether like he had a huge hard on, and that was just from the French kiss!.

We both ushered her out. I paid for the bill and from being watched the sexy sway of those gorgeously defines curves.

“You can sit between us in the cab, “I said.

“Fine” she said with a happy smile/ “Let me know when you want your payment?”

“When we are a little into our journey. I know a place we can pull in and that will be good.”

“Can’t wait” put in Phil grabbing her around the waist.

“The perhaps I can give you a bit of a get ready go,” she suggested without hesitation like she was looking forward to it as much were we.

“Just a sniff would be absolutely sublime baby, we can do that whilst travelling can’t we Pete?”

“Give it a go’ I said. “On the understanding I can have some too, later when stop.”

“How would you like me to be Phil” she asked

“I have a cushion here, let me just plant that underneath so you can mobil porno slip to the edge of the seat and open up some”

“Like this?”

Phil was down there like a shot. She looked absolutely divine, displaying al those wonderful feminine curves and the karma of the crutch which Phil already had his nose into her jeans, sniffing her there.

She was really enjoying that, as much as he and the sounds of their pleasure showed that.

She said to be a little delicate there because it was that time of the month and that is why she had to refuse a fuck but he was welcome to sniff her ass.

The way Phil was anything went and he was soon panting and came up red faced. Then he asked her if she would roll slightly the side so he could sniff her from behind and she gladly did, propping it out for him so naturally. He told her it was made for spoiling and would make a superb fuck.

“Well maybe up the ass later when we stop, that would be nice. I shall need some lubricant though.

“We have some Vaseline” Phil quipped.

All this was like a fantasy was it really happening. Yes it was and now I knew I had a real big time hard on below the wheel, and with Anthea leaning towards me as Phil sniffed her up she obviously noticed because her hand was there, playing with me.

“Nice!” She said. Hadn’t we better pull, in?”

“Yes let’s do that” I replied by which time she had already undone my zip and popped my erector full out. When we stopped – Phil was really going to town in her jeans. It was like she was smothering him, locking his head between her crotch and lapping it up. She was a real sex bomb and no mistake and I was wondering how her suck would be in the frenzy.

“You are a bit stinky” she remarked jerking back my foreskin.

“Don’t get me wrong Pete. I adore the smell of seasoned cock but you are a bit sweaty.= let me reach for my handbag. “she did and she pulled out some clean wipes most women carry and to feel her wipe and clean him there was a real treat.

“I love when he does that?” She grinned as he jumped every sex izle time she squeezed.

“You ought to be proud of him Pete. He is beautiful and now I can suck him and she did and I\ was soon in another world.

The sounds of sex coming out of the three of us we simultaneously reflected the wonderful bond we shared..

“I think it is time to go in our compartment, behind?” I suggested to Phil and of course, he agreed. Already I was well sucked and nurtured but I wanted some of what Phil had enjoyed, so by going into the rest compartment we could let ourselves go.

She agreed to drop her jeans on the proviso we did not attempt to fuck her quinny, that we could both have her ass with pleasure and that was mutely agreed. I had her bend on all fours and carried on where Phil had left off. It was fun to spread her ass cheeks apart in those skin tight jeans and smelling her femininity as well as a good scent of rampant ass. First though, through her jeans which were nice, feeling her shuffle into my face – and then bare assed which smelt and tasted good.

I could easily have cupped my hand over her tampaxed quinny but kept my promise not to go there, instead was tongue in asshole as she enjoyed the suck of Phil’s cock and the feel of his balls and she openly said so, she then rolled her ass rubbing my face into her hole and yearned for the feel of my fuck there/

“Okay you asked for it” I yelled and gladly anointed that cracking asshole with a good helping of Vaseline and was soon inside her, fucking her ass like there was no tomorrow, she moaned and screamed as we both enjoyed her offering. It felt so warm and lovely inside,

She was certainly the most delightful fuck and when we’d recovered, had a drink and got back on the road it was really something to be sat there, with this beautiful example of pure womanhood.

“When my Uni course is finished and if you can, perhaps you’d like to offer me a ride back home? She asked with a very sexy smile.”

“Phil and I could ride you anytime” I replied.

“And next time there will be a bonus, right guys?”

“Meaning, I want to hear it from your lips?”

“Meaning that I will make it so it is not the time of the month” she laughed knowing full well what was asked.

“Just mobile or text when you are ready” I said.

I was hangin’ out at the Dew Drop Inn, the local waterin’ hole only two blocks from my house. I hadn’t expected to get a game so my cue was outside in the trunk of my 66 Camero. I always bring my car, one never knows when one might need to cruise.

I was getting really pissed. I had been sittin’ here for almost two hours, listening to this dickwad hillbilly fucker drone on about how good a pool shot he is. I wasn’t sure I wanted to show him what a really good player looked like. It would be fun to annihilate him, but these fuckers never really learn.

This ass had just beaten Alex, a good friend but mediocre pool player, by two balls. “Whoo, Yeah, who da man?” he begins declaiming in a loud southern accent. Y’all kin bet yer sweet asses ain’t nobody gonna whoop me. Ah am de pool magician.”

I had enough. Beneath so much bluster there had to be a “pussy” a man so unsure of himself that he needed all the phony bravado to bolster his manhood. I wondered if he had inner questions about his sexual identity. I decided to find out.

“Hey, you, what’s your name?”

“Y’all talkin ta me?”

“Yup.”

“Name’s Beauford, Beauford Pickens.”

“Well Beauford Beauford, I wonder if you are really any good at pool.”

“You ain’t gotta wonder, ya’ll jus seen it. You bet yer sweet ass Ah am the best, the best in the west.”

“No, Beauford Beauford. You bet your sweet ass.”

“Whaddya mean? An’ why do you keep callin’ me Beauford Beauford, two times like that?”

“Because, Mr Pickens, that is how you introduced yourself, you said ‘my name’s Beauford Beauford Pickens’, isn’t that right Alex?”

“Yep. That’s right Tom, that’s what he said, we all heard him.”

About this time Mr. Pool Shark finally figures out that I am poking fun at him. He says, “Oh Ah get it, Beauford Beauford, how cute.”

“And the question I asked,” I iterated firmly, was: “Are you willing to ‘bet your sweet ass’ as you are so fond of saying?”

“Whatcha mean?”

“I mean what I say. I have made it a practice in my life to say exactly what I mean, unlike some. What I said was. And I repeat myself for the third time, Would you be willing to bet your ass, to literally bet your ass?”

“Ah steel don get it.”

“I mean,” acting frustrated, “that I propose we shoot a game of pool and if I win, you must give me your ass. Literally to surrender your ass to me to do with whatever I choose.

“You shittin’ me?”

“Two things I never joke about, ass and pool.”

“What about if Ah win?”

“Well sir that is very unlikely to happen, but in the event that it did, you could have your choice, my ass or one hundred bucks.”

“A hundred bucks!”

Mr. Pool Magician looks around the barroom, takes in all the faces, taking the measure of everyone there. An aura of high expectancy hangs in the air, like a giant holding his breath. Although the ‘ass’ part has been sotto voce, everyone has heard the ‘hundred bucks’. I wait quietly. Finally to break the tension, I signal to the bartender. “Hey Wally, gimme the usual peppermint schnaps and a beer back, please. I turn to Mr. Beauford Pickens. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“Uh ,yeah, sure,” he is taken somewhat aback by my suddenly friendly attitude, but well, that’s just how I am. He really hadn’t done anything to me, except irritate me with his bragging. He can’t help his accent, though I can barely stand it. And he probably really is insecure about his manhood.

I cross the three steps that separate us and hold out my hand. “I am Tom Francis. Nice to meet you Beauford, where you from, Montgomery? Hmm, maybe south of Montgomery.”

He takes my hand to shake and I hold it a long time before I let go. He looks at my hand, holding his. A questioning look crosses his countenance for a fleeting moment, then he lets go quickly. “Damn,” he says, “how’d you do that, guess where Ah’m from like dat. Ah am from Dothan.”

“Linguistics is one of my hobbies. That, and, during my military service, I lived in Fort Walton Beach, and I went to college in Tallahassee. I been through Dothan about thirty-five times, hitchhikin’ mostly.

“So are you serious about this game? He drops his voice. Do you really want to play for my ass? What does it mean? What would you do with it?

I lean closer, a slight grin on my lips, whisper in his ear. “Fuck it.”

“Huh? Oh!” His face is suddenly bright red as he finally realizes what the stakes of the game will be. For real, huh?”

“Yes, for real. What’re you drinking?”

“Wild Turkey.”

“An excellent choice. Straight up? With a kicker?”

“That kind sir is exactly correct.”

“Did you get that ,Wally? Run a tab for me will ya, I’ll settle at the end of the night?”

“Will do, Tom. You guys gonna play?”

“Beauford here is still deciding.”

“Fer a hundred bucks?’

“Oh you heard that did you?’

“Yeah I heard it. Been a while since we had a game like that around here.”

I looked steadily at Beauford, letting him know silently porno 64 that the real stakes would be known only to me and him and Alex, who had overheard the original conversation. Anyway, for a bet like that you need a witness. Alex was a good friend who knew that I swung both ways, knew it from personal experience because I had seduced him late one night after a poker game at my house. We hadn’t repeated our intimacy. That way Alex can maintain the self delusion that it had happened because he was drunk and he really wasn’t ‘that way’. It remains our little secret, but had actually brought us closer as friends. I knew what had really happened, what he was really like, between the sheets, but felt no need to push it.

Beauford surprises me. “Okay,” he says. “You got a deal.”

I start grinning so hard I can barely talk. “Okay. Alex! Come here please.” Beauford and I shook on the deal and finished the pact with a shot. Alex held the money and was to serve as a sort of referee if their were questions or problems. “Give me a minute, Beauford. I’ve got to pee and go to my car for a second before we start. Okay?”

“You got it. Man, a hundred bucks,” shaking his head.

I return after a few minutes. I have emptied my bladder and retrieved my stick from the trunk of my Camero. I unbuckle my case and draw my sword. My cue is a thing of beauty, a $1500 Mucci like they don’t make any more, hand crafted from a single small maple tree of a type they call ‘bird’s eye maple’, with a simple tight leather grip. Inlaid just above the grip are my initials in mother of pearl. It originally weighed 16 ounces, but I have used it so long that it more closely approaches 15. My cue is named “sting” (in my mind only), after Bilbo’s Goblin killer.

I win the toss, but defer, and Beauford breaks. I have to admit he handles himself pretty well. He sinks two solids on the break, then two more. The six ball heads for the corner, but he shoots a bit too hard and it bobbles and stays up.

It is my turn. I walk around the table twice, checking out every ball and its relation to every other ball. Beauford probably thinks he has me snookered, as I am close behind the eight, blocked from every other ball, nevertheless, I see the whole game spread out before me, stroke by stroke. I know exactly where I am going to put each ball and in what order. All that is necessary now is for me to do it.

I hunker down and take my time. I call the fourteen in the corner, but I aim at the nine, drive it to the rail, it kisses the eleven, which runs down the rail and nudges the fourteen into the corner. Because the eleven stays put, I punch it into the same corner for my next shot, stopping the cue to run the nine back down the rail into the far corner. The cue stops half way down the table and leaves me straight in on the twelve in the side. Beauford watches me closely, feigning indifference so strongly that it is obvious he is worried. I bank the thirteen cross corner and slam down the Ten. I have now only the fifteen left before the eight ball, which lies directly in the middle of the table.

I have erred and the fifteen is tight against the back rail. I study a moment and slam it hard. It rockets directly into the opposite corner, Almost all the energy from the cue has been absorbed by the fifteen, it spins lazily against the rail, picks up a tiny bit of momentum from shear and barely kisses off the side rail. The shot I have left on the eight is not straight in, but is not very difficult.

“Hey Beauford,” I call softly.

“Yeah?”

“I’ll tell you what, How about I call it off and we make it a straight $50 and forget the rest? I watch his eyes closely until I am certain he understands what I mean by ‘the rest’.” It is a kind of a test, to see what he really wants, down deep.

He pauses a moment. I am holding my breath. Will he avail himself of the ‘out’ I have provided, or will he stick to our original agreement? And if he sticks to the ‘ass’ agreement, what will it mean? Will he go through with it? Will I? What exactly will I do? Certainly I cannot rape him, but?

Beauford’s smile is a thing of beauty. “No sweat, Yankee, we’ll play by the original rules.”

Twenty seconds more an it is all over. I slip Sting back in its case as I walk to the bar. Alex hands me the envelope with the “$200” in it. I sidle up to Beauford, take his hand and start pumping it.

“Well sorry man, I warned you I was pretty good. Hope there are no hard feelings. You oughta know better than to take a man’s challenge on his own home table.”

“Well, I do know better, I just thought I’d give it a shot. You know, go with lady luck.”

“Hey Wally, give us another drink, buy one for the house while you’re at it.” With the loud cheers and positive comments this announcement brings, it is noisy enough for me to address Beauford without being overheard. “After I finish this drink, I will leave, but I will wait for you in the parking lot at the end of the block. You can leave your car there and I’ll drive to my porno izle place. It’s really a short walk, but I need my car there. Are we cool?”

“Wel, er, uh, . . . o. . . kay, I guess.”

“You wanna call it off?”

“N. . .no, I. . . I went this far. I don’t want,. . .but if I don’t, then. . .”

“Don’t worry. It’ll be okay.”

Wally comes with the drinks and the tab. “You want to take care of this now, Tom?

“Sure thing Wally, take it out of this. Of course I hand him the hundred. (The only one there has ever been).

I sit behind the wheel, waiting, wondering if I have been cheated, or if Beauford has gotten cold feet. But it is only about four minutes until he pulls up and parks, walks the twenty feet or so to my car and climbs in. “Nice car,” he says.”

“I try.” I turn the key and the 327 hums to life.

“Uh, hey. . .W…wait a second before you drive off. Kin Ah ask you somethin?”

I turn to look him in the eye. “Alright” in the closed car I can feel and smell his fear, which excites me terribly.

“Well, er, kin Ah ask. . . What do you plan to do to me?”

“Well, Beauford, you were acting like such a dick when I first went in to the Dew Drop that I should just fuck you silly without regard for anything else. But I really have made no plans. I thought I would just play it as it comes. A lot depends on you.”

“Whadya mean, on me?”

“On what you are willing to do or have done. I have won your ass, but not your cock or balls or lips or hands or anything else, not even your cooperation. So perhaps it would be a good idea in the few short minutes it is gonna take me to drive home, for you to think about what your own involvement will be.”

At that he falls silent. I drive slowly, but even so, the trip only takes five minutes. I guide him into my house. As his body brushes past me, I feel him trembling. Once again his fear excites me. I lead him straight to my bedroom, seat him on the edge of my bed. “Be back in a moment stay there.” I tell him. In a couple of minutes I yell from the kitchen. “You want another drink? I don’t have Turkey, but I do have a little Beam, How about that?”

“Okay.” His voice from the bedroom is faint. I return with a drink for him, ice water for me.

I set mine on the dresser and turn back immediately. “Stand up,” I command. I stand in front of him and unbutton his shirt, slipping it off his well formed shoulders. He flips back the Jim Beam in one quick snort. To test what his reactions will be, how easy or difficult he’s going to make this, I lay my palm on the sparse hair between his nipples. Goose bumps rise on his arms and around his nipples. Carrying things one step further, I run my palm over both taut nipples.

“D…don’t,” he mutters.

Leaving that for the time being, I turn my attention to his trousers,struggling with a buckle bigger than my hand. I twist and turn and fiddle and just when I am about to scream in frustration, like a miracle, his pants fall to his knees. Beauford is wearing those horrible tightie whities, (BVDs designed to thwart even the most ardent advances and protect the virtue of most Americans).” I take the short cut, yanking them down to his knees with one strong thrust of my thumbs in his waistband.

His cock springs free. From this point on, he is going to have difficulty denying his interest, His dick is rock hard, pointing straight up at me. I stare into his face. The expression there says: ” I don’t really want any of this, but my dick betrays me.”

I kneel to work his slacks and undies off his feet. His swaying cock is only inches from my face. The hot smell of male sex is strong in my nostrils. Inside my own jeans, the monster is stirring. Still kneeling, I reach to take Beaufords dick in my fist, but he pulls sharply away. “Hmm, if that’s the way he wants to play it,” I think, “so be it.” I rise.

“Turn around!” I command. He has no choice if he means to keep our covenant. Just for fun I slap him hard once on his right cheek. “Ow,” he screams, “Whadidya do that fer?”

“It’s mine.” I say, “I can do what I want.” I bend him over the edge of the bed and put a pillow under his head. “Stay there, don’t move, I tell him. I step across the room for some lube and a condom from my dresser drawer, a few steps, but I take my time. I want him vulnerable, doubtful, shaky.

I return and squirt an ample amount of lube on his lower back. The way I have him bent forms a small depression there, that I fill with the warm slippery fluid. Now I begin undressing, taking my time, talking to him. “I am gonna have so much fun with that nice pretty ass. I rub his cheeks. Nice butt. Hang on, I’m coming.”

“Uh, k.. . .kin I ask ya somethin”?”

“Sure,” I say moving around so he can see me take off my pants, unbuckling.

“What you’re gonna do, you know. . .”

“You mean fuck you.”

“Oh god, . . . will it. . .that is, er, does it. Shit! Is this gonna hurt?”

“Probably,” I say, letting my pants fall to the floor. As usual, sex izle I wear no underwear, so the monster springs up, long and dark and heavy looking, completely covered by a long loose wrinkled foreskin, except for my tiny cock eye, which looks as though it is looking him over. “It varies, some feel no pain at all, some scream at first. Don’t worry, I promise to fuck you long enough and hard enough for the pain to go away. I guess what you get out of it after that depends on you. I can probably make you cum, if I decide that’s what I want. Are you sure you don’t want to do a little playing around, maybe a little cock sucking before we get into this part, or maybe even instead of. I usually take an hour or more having fun to work up to this a bit, but, whatever. One other thing. The more you resist, the more it is gonna hurt. Just so you know.” I whistle a little tune as I take off my shoes and socks. I also take the time to check. Beauford’s dick is harder than it was before. He wants this more than he thinks.

I step up behind him so he can feel my balls on the back of his thighs, and lay the heavy head of my cock in the puddle at the base of his spine. I can feel his backside trembling under my pendulous dick. Using the fingers of one hand to spread his ass cheeks, I take hold of the mass of my dick with the other hand and rub the wetness clinging to its head up and down and all around and in between Beauford’s tight pink cheeks. Each time the fat head of my cock bumps over his anal entrance, I can feel the muscle there contract against my cock lips, as if exchanging kisses.

Beauford struggles, pulls his butt away from me. I reach between our bodies and grasp his engorged dick. This time he does not resist. He utters one word, “God.” I ease his considerable prick back between his legs and rub it against mine, he moans. I ease my body slightly away from him, still holding his rigid cock back between his legs, rolling my thumb over the fat red head. My other hand lies at the base of his spine, just at the curve of his cute ass cheeks. I curve my thumb and tap at his anus. Tap, tap. Tap, tap. His hole is slippery now and my thumb pops in. “Ungh,” he says and pushes his pretty ass back, embedding my thumb as deep as it will go. I forcibly yank out my thumb with an audible pop, drop his cock, take my rigid lance in hand, step forward a full step and shove the fat head of my prick past his tight anal ring, replacing the thumb. He wriggles, but I hold his hips, easing in inch by inch.

“Oh my God!,” he screams. “It hurts.”

“Easy, easy,” I soothe, pausing my forward progress. “It’ll be okay. Try to relax, don’t tighten up.” My cock remains about three inches inside him. I can clearly feel his anal sphincter spasming around it, like a soft hot tight glove grasping over and over. I begin running my fingertips over his back, ass, and thighs, dancing lightly over his pale white skin. A forest of tiny goose flesh rises all over his body I lean over his back, nipping sharply at the nape of his neck and he throws his head back to expose his throat. Kissing, licking, nibbling at the exposed flesh, I ease in another inch.

“Oh, oh my god, yes. Yes!” he screams. “Do it!” I bite his exposed throat sharply, the short intense burst of pain distracts him and I slam forward, piercing him fully. I pause a mere second, then begin rotating his ass with my hands : up and down, side to side, all around, massaging his prostate with the fat hard head of my prick.

Suddenly he takes over, moving, rolling his hips around, shoving his ass forward, then back, impaling himself over and over, loving it, repeating over and over in a kind of insane sing-song, “Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.”

I respond, “There ya go Buford. Take it buddy. Take my cock. I knew you’d love it. I knew as soon as I saw you that you would love being fucked.”

“Yes, fucked, oh yes. Oh my god Fuck me hard!”

We settle in to a kind of mutual rhythm, smooth and fluid. My fat dick is leaking copiously; slippery strokes of my long, long cock, glide in and out of him effortlessly making a kind of sloshing sound. His rounded ass cheeks are still shaking, reverberating from the last thrust when the next thrust slams into him. And now we are moving in opposite directions. Each of my tremendous jabs forward meets his driving hips slashing back. My cock, hard as granite, slips from him for a moment and I see his hole, red and wide and welcoming, clasping and unclasping like a small sucking mouth. I scoop up my dick and guide it quickly back into him, resuming my frantic plunging.

All at once, Beauford collapses onto the bed, all resistance, thought, effort, gone. His voice is reduced to a single continuous high keening wail. His arms are spread wide. Inside, he is open from asshole to prostate, which my iron hard cock now strikes on each thrust. This solid contact, in turn slams my cock back hard against my own prostate. I begin to cum, one fast hard shot deep in his rectum, then it is pouring out of me and into him in a single long stream. I hold his hips firmly and pull his ass back tight against me. And then I can feel his ass, his cock, his prostate, contracting over and over, releasing his own torrent of cum against the damp twisted sheets beneath him.

“Andre, Andre, Andre,” Emily murmured. She raised and moved an arm around my neck and turned my face to hers for a kiss. I was holding her, face down, underneath me, with an arm wrapped around her belly, holding her up off the surface of the bed. I was still working her clit with the fingers of the other hand. She was trembling and jerking under me and I was tensing and releasing, tensing and releasing, deep inside her, making sure she was getting every drop of the cum inside her.

We were trying for another one, although I had no fucking idea why—other than it was what Emily wanted. We already had a baby girl, Edith, which had ended my athletic scholarship college two years short of graduation, which I was trying to make up for at night. But Emily wanted another one to keep Edith company, and she wanted them both to have the same father so there wouldn’t be any relationship issues down the road. So, we were fucking up another one. And, no, we weren’t married, nor did we live together. After I’d knocked her up by accident, she decided that I was good enough to be the father of her kids, but not her husband.

My cellphone, sitting on the nightstand beside Emily’s bed, started buzzing, the sound enough to wake Edit up in the crib on Emily’s side of the bed, and Emily was rolling out from underneath me and going to the crib with a muttered, “Shit.” She picked the baby up and took her out of the bedroom while I put the cellphone up to my ear.

“Yeah, Tony, what’s up?” I almost laughed. I was still up myself. I didn’t have any trouble in that department. Maybe if I hadn’t kept it up, in more than one mode, during my college days, I’d be graduating next year and going on to a masters in landscape architecture.

“Have you given thought to what I said you could do to make a lot more?”

Tony had been in college with me, a couple of years ahead of me. We’d partied together. He knew what I’d do. Or what I’d do before I’d tried settling down and remaking my life with a family. I was working on Emily to try to make a go of it together. I wanted the kids she insisted on having to have normalcy. I’d done what I could to convince her. I’d restricted the mode of partying, and that hadn’t been easy. Emily continually said it wasn’t necessary, either—that I was what I was and that didn’t matter much to her.

“Yeah, but I don’t know,” I answered Tony.

“It’s a lot more money. You could use more money, couldn’t you?”

“Who couldn’t?” I asked. “I have a kid to support now, though. I have to try to be a father.”

“You have a kid because you couldn’t keep it in your pants with women. Because basically you don’t want to keep it in your pants no matter who you are puppy dogging around.”

“I said I’d think about it, Tony. I will.”

“We’re working in Inglecress today. You’ll be able to make it on time, won’t you?”

“I’ve got plenty of time,” I answered. “Someone called me out of bed really fucking early this morning.”

“Ha, ha,” he said. “Bring a rake. You’re on rake duty and I don’t have one in the truck.”

“Yeah sure. I’m clicking off now, Tony.”

Emily was standing in the doorway to the bedroom, naked and with the body of a goddess. I remembered now how and why I’d wound up in this one-bedroom apartment in subsidized housing that wasn’t even where I bedded down most nights. If only I could limit my desires—either way. I’d been more organized in life if I’d known there would be a woman like Emily and that I’d pursue the pussy. What I’d been working on would have made everything so much easier. Did I regret it? Sometimes yes. Today, this morning, viewing the naked, young, ripe mother of my daughter standing in the doorway, cuddling a thankfully sleeping baby? No, not at all.

“You’re hard again I see,” she said.

“I’m always hard for you, Emily.”

“It’s an optimum time, Andre. The best time of the month for me.”

“Put the baby back in the crib. Try to keep her sleeping.”

I was on my knees, hovering over Emily, who was under me, my arm encircling her waist, holding her pelvis off the bed, her torso reclining to the mattress. I was dipping with her, my free hand resting on her brow, the fingers worked into her blonde curls, holding her head to the bed, while I kissed her on the lips and the nipples and fucked her deep in a missionary, working her hard, breeding her, working on another baby.

Another baby I had to worry about affording. But a baby Emily wanted, for what admittedly were practical reasons, with the same father, no matter how unsuitable he was for more permanence. She did admit, though, that I had good-looking genes.

As she liked to do to start, Emily reached down and grasped my cock in both hands, positioned it, rubbed it against her clit and panted, and then moved it down and thrust up into it, impaling herself. Once saddled I took over the thrusts.

“Oh, baby! Yes, yes. Right there. Just like that. You’re such a stud.”

Why, yes, I am. I can be, with women.

Both of porno izle us concentrated, moaning and whispering terms of endearment and what was satisfying and what was more satisfying to each other as the shaft worked its magic and the thrusts became urgent.

“Andre, Andre, Andre,” Emily moaned as I tensed, jerked, and released; tensed, jerked, and released; tensed . . .

Maybe I’d be late for work out in Inglecress this morning after all.

* * * *

“Wake up Andre.” I came out of my daydream with Tony pulling on my arm. “He’s in the window, looking at us. Everyone needs to look like they are working flat out. No, don’t look. He’ll know we’re talking about him.”

“Look, don’t look. Which one? Which window?” I said. I was irritated that Tony had caught me thinking about my troubles and zoned out. I was the rake guy of Tony’s seasonal leaf-removal business. The other guys were on the blowers and I was working the stubborn areas with a rake. We were working on the wooded lot of a high-end house in the Inglecress enclave. The house belonged to Neal Barringer, owner of a string of power gyms in this and surrounding towns. Presumably he was the one in the window, watching us work.

What I’d been thinking of were two intersecting issues. Before I’d left Emily’s apartment that morning after a rare night in her bed because, according to her, she needed another kid from me and I owed her one and before Emily took off to the sitters and her job at a nursing home, she’d asked me to stop at Goodwill on the way home from work today and see if they had any fake Christmas trees I could get for her. She said she didn’t have the time or money to decorate for Christmas, just under four weeks off now.

Not that I had the time or money either, but I didn’t want Edith to start missing Christmas right off the bat, so I said I would. We couldn’t really afford a blade of grass between us, even with our three jobs—Emily’s as a nurse’s aide at the old folks’ home and me as a groundskeeper during the week at the university—the same one I was going to when my life got upturned—and then with Tony’s lawn care seasonal businesses on the weekends and holidays. Today was Saturday. I couldn’t see Goodwill having any trees left to sell after Thanksgiving and before Christmas, but I agreed to check.

What I really needed was some extra money coming in for Christmas. It wasn’t just a Christmas tree Emily and Edith needed. Thank God Edith wasn’t old enough to know she should be getting presents at Christmas.

And this need for extra money was where the separate thoughts that had me zonked out intersected. I was still mulling Tony’s offer of getting me extra money. He knew Emily and I were strapped at Christmas. And he also had known me in college before Emily and I had gotten into trouble and what I’d been into then. His seasonal businesses had a lucrative add-on service and he was offering to cut me in to that.

He was offering to cut me into that here, today, at Neal Barringer’s house. It was quite a decision to make, though, and I had to try to separate out what I wanted to do from what I should do. It didn’t help when I took the chance to look at the house and then at the man in the window, if he was still there. I’d never met Neal Barringer before. I had no idea what he looked like, although Tony told me that he did the TV ads for his gyms himself, so that told me something right there.

When I looked at the window, a huge wall of glass overlooking the wooded front lot, I saw that he—or at least a man—was still there and that he was looking at me. Tony had told me that the man had signed up for the extra service and that I could have the job if I wanted it—that Barringer had been shown the portfolio of the guys working for Tony and had picked me out as the Number One choice.

He was standing on the other side of the window just in long sleeping pants that looked like they might be for Christmas. They were a dark blue with large white snowflakes on them. He had a coffee cup in a raised hand, and he was looking right at me, and smiling. Just that was enough to made me tremble and start to stir below. I had no trouble seeing how he would be a winner in doing his own TV commercials. He was probably better at advertising his product, which was in honing and maintaining bodies beautiful, than any actor they could have found would be. Any guy looking at the commercial would be invited to think he could look like that at forty plus himself.

He wasn’t young, maybe forty or a little above, but not being a twenty-something athletic-cut stud was being set on its ear by being a forty-something athletic-cut stud. I don’t know for sure what color hair he had because he had a marine buzz cut and was smooth shaved everywhere I could see. He had the muscular, bulging biceps and pecs torso of a warrior god. The sleeping pants hung very low on his waist, accentuating how ripped he was and showing a line of pubic curls that seemed to be a reddish auburn as seen through the window porno glass.

I suppose my jaw had dropped in seeing how cut he was, because I saw him laugh and raise his coffee mug, seemingly to me. I thought I also saw a hand go down to frame his basket.

“Is that him? Neal Barringer?” I asked Tony out of the corner of my mouth.

“Yeah, that’s him. The gym king. Really something, right?”

“Yes, really something,” I said. “And he chose me out of your lineup?”

“Yep. And we both know what you like—or, rather, what you liked before you thought you wanted to go completely straight. So, are you on? You’ll go in to get the check for the service when we’re done?”

“I guess I can. No promises, though, beyond picking up the check.”

“Yeah, right,” Tony said, and laughed. He turned his blower back on and went back to work.

* * * *

“I’ve written two checks here. I’ll give you one and tear up the other one. This one’s for $400 for the leaf removal, plus a tip for the crew. The other one’s for $700 for the leaf removal plus service Tony Finelli told me was available. Your name is Andre, right? It’s your pick on which check I give you. The extra service arrangement is fine with me. But maybe you’d like to come in and have some refreshments before you choose. If so, you can take your boots off here and come on in to the living room. Coffee’s OK? Or something stronger? A beer maybe?”

“A beer would be great, thanks,” I said, pulling my boots off and leaving them by the door. Although it was the fall leaf removal we were doing and it was after Thanksgiving already, the temperature had come up and I was in a T-shirt and athletic shorts.

Following Neal Barringer’s monologue, he’d padded off into the house, presumably to the kitchen to fetch a beer or two. He was still just in the navy-blue sleeping shorts that hung low on his hips. He was barefoot.

I drifted into the living room, which was two steps up from the lower foyer, where the entrance to the house was and an upper foyer, which doorways into various rooms and a staircase to an upper level were located. It was a really classy, expensive-looking house.

The living room was its own wing of the house. It had that nearly full-wall window out onto the wooded front yard, which showed a trimmed-out garden now that we’d spent much of the day removing the leaves. Azealia and rhododendron bushes provided a base of foliage under the trees. The land sloped down to the street, which was hidden from view by the bushes. It was like we were completely isolated in a wooded paradise when we actually were in a development just outside of town.

The loveliness of nature outside contrasted with the spare but lush Oriental-style furnishings in the living room. The front yard was terrific and the backyard, which was accessible on the opposite side of the living room through French doors was even more like a park, with Japanese maples added to the azaleas and boxwoods, a high ivy-covered wooden fence surrounding the yard, and stone and brick patios swirling around a swimming pool and koi pond. The living room was dominated in one corner by a baby grand piano and the opposing corner by a seven-foot decorated and lit Christmas tree. In the space between them, two sofas sat facing each other, set on a gigantic Oriental rug and with a large Chinese Chippendale-style rosewood-finished teak coffee table between the sofas. Barringer had placed the two checks on the coffee table, which was otherwise clear. Drink coasters were placed on the surface of side tables at each end of the sofas, so I assumed the coffee table was meant to be left bare.

“This is really a nice place,” I said as Barringer padded back into the living room. “You live here alone?”

“Off and on,” he said. “Sometimes I have a guy living with me. I like having young, in-shape guys around me. No one’s with me at the moment, though. Tony tells me that you are a player.” The transition was rather bald. There wouldn’t be much build-up conversation here—and I hadn’t made up my mind yet. When Barringer had returned he was handing me a beer. I was standing by the coffee table, unsure of whether I was supposed to sit or not. “Please, sit in that sofa. I’ll sit in the other.” He sat in the sofa backing on the front window, so I took the one facing him.

“I was active in college—both ways,” I said, returning to the question he’d asked me about being a player. “But I calmed down. Sort of attached now, with a child. I’m trying it out.”

“And not making a lot of money, I take it,” he said as he sat in the other sofa. He took a swig of beer and, quite nonchalantly, lowered the front of his sleeping pants to hook under his balls, and held a thick, long cock in three-quarters erection in the other hand. He stroked himself as we talked. I could see now that he had reddish-auburn hair. I had no trouble understanding which of the checks he wanted me to accept.

“I wasn’t able to finish college, and I have trouble making ends meet, yes. rokettube I work as a groundskeeper at the university—I was studying landscape architecture when I had to drop out of college. I enjoy working in the gardens, so it’s a good enough job for me at the moment. And Tony helps me out by using me in his seasonal lawn care business. It would be nice to be making a bit more, though.”

“How old are you, Andre?”

“Twenty-one. I’ll be twenty-two the week after Christmas.”

“Sweet. Good-looking, really nice body from what I can see. And you take cock, Tony says.”

“I fucked the girls in college, but the men fucked me, yes,” I answered. “But it’s been a couple of years.”

“It’s like riding a bicycle. You can always get back on. Tony says you are a submissive bottom and took some big cocks when he saw you in action in college. He said the guys couldn’t get enough of you. I admit that I find you quite attractive—and arousing. I enjoyed following you around with my eyes today as you worked. You move gracefully. You have a nice smile and seem to get along well with the other men. You’re very good looking. You look like you have a great body. I’d like to fuck you. Could you stand and strip slowly and show me what you have—what you can offer me?”

It was all so matter-of-fact. Was this how rent-boys conducted their business with men—talking and acting that it was a foregone conclusion that the rent-boy would lay down and open his legs for the john? I had thought this was all crazy when Tony told me about what the “plus” meant in the lawn care services he said his company offered. My immediate thought was “no way.” But it was Christmas and I needed the money—we needed the money. There was a difference of $300 in the checks he’d written. Tony’s cut was a third, so I could make the fifty for the raking plus a $200 bonus for just today—for doing what I’d been aching to do anyway. I could go back to Emily’s with a nice Christmas tree and presents for Emily and Edith too. And that wasn’t all. I’d missed it—the bi life. I couldn’t say that this man wasn’t turning me on.

I stood and slowly stripped and stood there, giving him a full frontal, until he motioned for me to slowly turn, which I did.

“Well, look there. You’re hard. So, you’re interested. Such nice slim hips too. I love a young man who has good muscle tone on top and a slim waist and hips. I own and operate men’s gyms, you know—and specialize in getting men into stud shape.”

“Yes, I know,” I answered.

“But if you came into my gym, I’d have to tell you there wasn’t anything I could or wanted to do with you other than fuck you—that there was no messing with perfection.”

I blushed. “The outdoor work helps,” I said, lamely, not able just to take what was a supreme compliment. Of course, the man wanted to fuck me, so he’d be free with the compliments.

“Those slim hips. You have taken a big cock before, haven’t you? I like getting it all in.”

“Yes.” He knew I could see what he had. He was fully erect now under the work his hand had put into stroking himself.

“Nice,” he said. “I’m sold. The checks are there in front of you. Hand me the one you don’t want. If it’s the one for $400, I’ll be disappointed, but I’ll give you fifty for jacking me off with a hand job. I’d like to fly you, though. Which check?”

I hesitated, but I picked up the $400 check and handed toward him. He smiled. “Bring it to me, and go down on your knees to me. Suck me.” I handed him the check for the lesser amount, he tore it up, and I sank down on my knees and took his cock in my mouth.

Barringer lay back in the sofa, cradled my head between his hands as I licked and teethed and sucked and deepthroated his thick, long, throbbing shaft. I could tell I was doing it fine because he kept murmuring, “Yes, yes. Like that. So nice. So fine.”

I found out why the coffee table was cleared off. He fucked me on the table. I lay on my back, holding my legs raised and spread, while he played with my cock with his mouth and licked, cupped, and squeezed my balls. I panted and moaned for him, which he said he liked. Then I pulled my legs up above my head and rolled my pelvis up, while he knelt behind me between the sofa and the table and ate my ass out, taking his time to open me up for his thick shaft.

Still, when he was hovering over me, holding my legs open himself, and looking intently down into my face, it required much effort and panting, moaning, and groaning on both of our parts for him to bury the cock inside me. When he was in deep, he held, as we both waited for me to open up fully to accommodate him and for him to sink in deeper. When I was open to him and the muscles of my channel walls were rippling over the hard shaft, he started to pump—slow at first and then faster and faster and faster. He was in great shape. He could piston me and keep it up for what seemed like an eternity.

It had been so long that I’d forgotten the pleasure I got out of a man possessing me fully, filling me, and working my channel. Of everything I’d done, every which way I went, this—this—being fused with a built, big-cocked man who moaned to be inside me, to possess me fully, was what sent me to and over the moon.