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Marty woke up hard again. He’d dreamed of sex. He usually did. It didn’t help that his girlfriend was sleeping in the other room.

He had proposed this experiment. Victoria Church had debated him about it. They had been dating for a year and spoke about the idea of getting married. This experiment had started a month earlier and, most days, went well.

But Victoria was still a virgin and guarded her body from him. It’s not that she abhorred the concept of sex, but it scared her and she’d been told for the better part of 20 years that sex before marriage was not only wrong, but evil and a damnable offense. Even touching herself was a no-no unless she was cleansing her body.

In those moments when she and Marty would kiss and she’d feel her body start to respond to the stimulation, she’d get up and walk away. A part of the experiment was to see if they could live together — and a part of that meant Marty would have to deal with her convictions.

Her parents lived in separate bedrooms; her maternal grandparents did as well. It was a part of her culture. Sex wasn’t for pleasure. It was to help grow God’s garden.

But in the morning, Marty woke up hard — he was a bee without a flower to pollinate.

He opened his door. It was just after 6 a.m. and he could see his girlfriend sleeping on their futon. They purchased it together a month earlier. They loved cuddling on it while they watched the NBC Thursday night shows. Victoria appreciated the human comedy and positive messages of The Cosby Show while Marty enjoyed the sexual tension of Cheers.

He didn’t feel wrong for being horny. He was 20. Most of his friends were getting laid on at least a monthly basis. They lived in a college town and plenty of girls here wanted to be fucked. And Marty wasn’t quite a virgin. He got laid on the night of his senior prom back in Minneapolis. And the first month of college, he’d gotten head from a fellow IU student. She was a sophomore and a little drunk after leaving a Kirkwood Avenue pub.

But Victoria was raised in Oklahoma, and was the product of Christian fundamentalists. She was smart, funny and sexy as hell. Marty wanted to be with her and hoped she’d accept him in her life — and eventually in her body.

He looked at her sleeping. Her breasts were hidden under a nightgown, but they were rising up. Her mouth was pouty and he thought about oral sex. He loved the idea of sliding his cock into her mouth.

Marty looked at the clock. It was 6:30 a.m., Sept. 1, 1989. Victoria would be sleeping for another half-hour.

He went back to his bed and pulled a Penthouse magazine from between the mattress and box spring. It was from several months earlier.

He read through some of the letters … one allegedly from a woman talking about her first time having sex… how much she wanted it, but feared it. Marty thought maybe those were the thoughts of his girlfriend sleeping 10 feet from him. He reached down to his cock and rubbed it up and down.

Marty’s breathing quickened just a bit. He decided, yes, it was time. He got up and went to his door, quietly locking it. He hoped one day he could masturbate bursa escort with his girlfriend…but she’d probably move out if he walked out with his cock in hand right now. And he loved her. He didn’t want that to happen.

From the desk that had his old Commodore 64 and the telephone that hooked up to the modem, he grabbed some tissues. Ostensibly, they were for his allergies. In reality, he had no allergies — except to the filling of his scrotum from his prostate. And that took just a sneezing from his balls through his hard-ons every few days to control.

He pulled off his REO Speedwagon T-shirt and whipped it into his closet. He looked at the Penthouse and flipped to the centerfold. She was beautiful, a redhead in a black teddy.

The biography told of her desires for a smart guy to seduce her. Marty was a smart guy; he graduated first in his class and had interned at the Mayo Clinic. He was studying physics and biology — he knew he had ideas nobody else had. He could blow this centerfold’s mind with his knowledge. And she could blow his cock with those lips. She cupped her breasts in the photo, and Marty cupped his balls. He pulled his tight, white underwear down to his knees and jerked his cock slowly.

His cock had gone from morning wood to enraged in just a few minutes. He pulled his cock with his thumb, index and middle fingers on played with his balls with his ring and pinkie finger. He was a guy and he wanted to have sex. He need to release his seed. He was human and sex was a part of that — even if it was just in his head.

He thought about his cock sliding into his girlfriend’s mouth. Victoria, a virgin, taking it in and licking and sucking on it. He thought about that other girl, Janet, who sucked on it two years earlier and wondered where she was. She was so good at giving a blow job. She seemed to love it as he got so hard.

Marty looked down. His cock was flexed and veins pronounced as he stroked. He quickened his pace, like he would if he was inside this redheaded centerfold. Or inside Janet. Or, better yet, inside Victoria — the love of his life. Pressing into her mouth or body. Needing to, about to…

Precum leaked from the hole of his head and his eyes widened. If Victoria wasn’t here, he’d get some lotion to help, but he was close already. His masturbation was a sin to Victoria — but it was keeping him sane. He stroked harder and faster, imagining her body underneath him. It was in his mind now, a body he’d never fully seen or touched. Sure, the breasts of this centerfold was helping him visually, but he wanted to be inside Victoria — feeling her pussy around his cock as her body started…

milking …

him…

His face tightened as his thoughts raced. He moved his hips back and forth, rubbing his cock harder and faster. Thinking of her body underneath his, rubbing his balls quickly with his ring finger and pinkie. He wished he was inside her, pleasing her. He caught his breath just one more time and felt the jet streaming from his cock. The white cum leaped like a daredevil off a launchpad over a dozen buses filled with naked, horny women. Most of it landed safely into bursa escort bayan the softness of the tissue. Some ended up splattering onto the page of the Penthouse, coating the centerfolds neck and breasts as he looked down.

More cum leap from his cock and he caught most of it with the tissue. He wished the tissue was her body. He wanted Victoria so badly. He squeezed out some of the leftover cum, it leaking softly onto the centerfold’s waist.

Marty exhaled in pleasure. Page ruined, cock satisfied.

He dropped back to his feet and closed the magazine. He laid down and slipped the magazine back between the bed and the box spring, pulling up the edge of the bed to do so.

Ten feet away, in the living room where she was sleeping, Victoria awoke from a dream. She’d been having sex with her husband on their wedding night. It was Marty — and that was good. A dream about sex may be evil, but not if it was with her intended, surely. They were wanting to have children and it was only natural to have sex to do that.

But she felt dirty because she’d awoken wet. She heard Marty in his bedroom — was he grunting? Maybe he was just having a weird dream as he was waking.

She’d been tempted. Tempted to touch herself. Tempted to touch him. But it wasn’t allowed, wasn’t pure. She thought of Marty — his jet black hair and how good he looked in his rock ‘n’ roll T-shirts. She really liked his Def Leppard Hysteria shirt, but if her mother knew that, Victoria would certainly be kicked out of the Oklahoma City Pentecostal Church of Christ’s Way. And she didn’t want that.

Victoria pulled herself up from the futon, the heavy bedding she enjoyed while sleeping with the windows open. It was cool in Indiana in September. And it stayed cool, until it was replaced with cold. She preferred the heat of Oklahoma when it got too cold in the winter, but fall was her favorite season.

Her nipples were hardened from the chill and she felt guilty. It was 7:10 a.m. — and she decided to take a shower before her alarm went off.

She stepped softly to the bathroom, reliving her bladder and stretching as she turned on the vent. She liked hot water, but didn’t like the steam that it left. She started the shower and waited till the water was hot. She locked the door to the bathroom. Marty knew he wasn’t allowed inside when she was naked, but temptation was always there — especially with him.

Victoria pulled her nightgown over her torso and looked in the small bathroom’s mirror over the sink. Her breasts were full and firm. Her sister had measured them at 34C prior to her fitting for her sister’s wedding last summer. It was her body and something she’d needed to know, but Victoria was embarrassed by them — they could create such a fuss.

Reaching her hand up, and then down, Victoria lightly touched her breasts and nipples.

The warmth relaxed her nipples and she felt a slight tickle as her fingernails glided against her tummy. She’d seen a sorority girl walking around with a shirt too tight the previous week and shorts too low. She had a tattoo along her hipbone. The sure sign of an easy girl, she thought. escort bursa Still, Victoria was intrigued by it. She’d never wanted a tattoo — but curiosity was now there. It was … sexy…

and sometimes, she wanted to be.

She stepped into pouring shower and reached up her arms as the water jetted across her arm and onto her breasts. She grabbed her bar of soap and blue washcloth (Marty’s was green) and lathered it up. She scrubbed down her legs, stretching her back as she reached down. She felt exposed. Her privates, which she never mentioned aloud, she simple knew as her vagina-area. She was curious but cautious. It’s God’s body, but the Devil would love to own it. And the Devil can control your actions — even those of your fingers.

Victoria still felt wet inside — the water hitting her body not helping her feel cleansed. She was … horny.

And she hated it.

She stopped as her breathing started to increase. This was God’s body, not hers. She would not break her vows. She would only let her husband touch her when the time was right. When her body was ripe.

Victoria thought back to the evening she watched her sister and husband make love. She hadn’t meant to, but she’d witnessed it. The look of pleasure on her sister’s face as her husband entered her. Their bodies together under the sheets.

One day. Maybe one day soon.

She turned the water cooler and lowered her head so it ran through her red hair and down her back. She thought of her academics. She thought of the library sciences and the controversy on how long the Dewey Decimal System would survive.

Her body craved touch. Her mind forbade it.

Twenty minutes later, she ate breakfast with her boyfriend. He seemed, relaxed, she thought. They chatted about their dreams; he said he’d dreamed of an IU basketball game; she said she’d dreamed of walking in fields in rural Oklahoma. Both lied.

They walked out of their apartment five blocks north of the IU campus at 8:45., Victoria locking to door with a bright brass key as they were leaving. They didn’t really notice the older couple across Third Street eying them.

“Wow,” the older woman, Vicki, said, as she saw a younger, sexy version of herself and her husband walking down Henderson Avenue.

“How surreal is this?” Martin acknowledged.

“We’ve certainly done it,” she said. “FluX is right. We’re back in 1989.”

It was time to sent some things right, they realized. They wondered how their personalities of 1989 would take it. They came here from 2023 in a simple time-traveling experiment; and they hoped it would complicate things too much to meet up with themselves.

Victoria was going to be the tougher one to get through to. Marty probably already knew he’d time-travel eventually.

The older couple was still a bit in shambles from the time-travel experience along with the sex and walking around for the last four hours. They knew young Marty and Victoria wouldn’t be home until after their last classes ended at about 4:40 today. The older couple needed some showers and some sleep. They had nothing but time on their hands.

Vicki held up her aged key, brown and scratched.

“Want to go relax in our apartment,” she said.

“You know,” Martin said, “We’ve never made love in that apartment.”

“And we never fucked in there either,” Vicki said. “But we’ve got all day.”

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I hunched down and looked away from the sentry as I walked through Kadena’s Gate Two into Kozo City. It was a little silly, as the sentries knew that any airman walking into Kozo City in the early evening like this was looking for the bars—and for sex. And, if anything, they were wishing they were too.

But the nature of the sex I was looking for had me slightly embarrassed, even though the sentries wouldn’t have the foggiest notion what I sought. Well, one or two of them might. I was pretty free with my dick among the other airmen on the air force base in Okinawa—and I hadn’t had any complaints.

But in the last couple of weeks leading up to what I assumed would be a bleak New Year’s Eve all alone on the other side of the world from any fun, I’d been going out of the base looking for anything that would pull me out of my end-of-year funk.

I’d found Papasan’s bar behind Mamasan’s bar, and I’d taken on a whole new interest—small, brown, boyish men. Really tight holes. Can’t find many of them on an air base servicing jets. It takes a lot of muscle buildup and a pretty big man to service an air force jet.

Mamasan’s wasn’t too far into Kozo City, but it was far enough that I’d gotten plenty of offers of “a good time” before I got there. It was almost like the B-girls had a sense of the big wad of yen I had in my pocket. Of course, they might also have taken that bulge as evidence that I was hung—and excited to see them. Well, I was hung, if pretty much indifferent to what they considered their charms. It was a rough, jaded crowd out here on the red-light district strip. Given the choice, I’m sure they’d all want to go for the wad of Japanese money I was carrying.

I wondered how much this time. That’s what I had been noticing the three times I’d done this. Each time it was a little less. If I reupped my tour on Kadena, I wondered if Takis eventually would be paying me for it.

Brushing two rouged figures off that I wasn’t even sure were women, I dipped into Mamasan’s bar. It was just like most every bar on the strip. Dim lighting, with colored lights in sconces around the walls; a long bar with a bamboo front and two overly painted, flat-faced and somewhat squat Okinawan women behind it—topless and jiggling big jugs as they shook the jiggers of whatever drink they were concocting.

The only bow to New Year’s was on strand of “Happy New Year’s” tinsel that looked like it may have been up there since the 1980s.

There was a smattering of men—all Americans from the air base; no Okinawan patrons allowed in this bar—slouched at small, round tables, with at least two B-girls in attendance at each, one in a Japanese kimono, because some men got off on that, and one in a barely painted on miniskirt and halter top. East or West, your choice—or both together, if you have the yen for it.

A few humping couples on the small dance floor, swaying against each other, little attempt to disguise the in and out of that particular dance between the disheveled folds of clothing. A lighted stage beyond the dance floor, with panties-only girls making love to poles—at least until the panties came off. The music was piped in.

I gestured my noninterest in this section of the bar to whatever old, fat woman was parading as Mamasan this evening. She just stepped back and didn’t hinder my progress to the doorway at the back of the bar covered in a beaded curtain. I’d been here three times before, brought the first time by a dishwasher at the NCO club I was fucking and, who, it turned out, was a patron recruiter for Papasan’s.

I didn’t resent his bringing me there; I was grateful—and I still fucked him back on base when I felt like it and he was available. Small, brown body. A hole that opened right up for my big cock, but a talent for squirming and crying out like I was splitting him. He put me right in the mood.

Through the beaded curtain, past doors to rooms off either side of the corridor—private places to do your business for an extra fee, although from the looks of what was going on in Mamasan’s, not many were too embarrassed to lap a “hostess” and do her right at a table or pull her close on the dance floor, readjust clothing, and enter her there, swaying against her and moving their cock inside her to the beat of the piped-in music.

Through another beaded curtain and into a smoke-filled, dimly lit bar room much like Mamasan’s except that everyone was male—even those dressed as women were, or at some time had been, male. The two barmen were expatriate Westerners rather than Okinawans. They were stripped to the waist, one muscled, one lithe, appealing to whoever.

The “hosts” here were a mixed bag. Some Japanese—or Okinawan, which was much the same thing. More Filipinos. A Thai or two. The latter more expensive than the others, as, I was told, they had “specialties.” A few expatriate Westerners. Even an off-duty airmen or two. This had surprised me until the last time when I’d been hit with an offer to work part bursa escort time there too. It was flattering, but I hadn’t given it much thought.

“You huge; and balls like cannon balls,” the papasan on duty had said, not talking about my physique, although I had enough pride and worked on my body enough to take the compliment in that area too. But as he had coaxed me, back to the wall of the corridor, and had me unzipped and was giving me a hand job as I was leaving the last time, I knew what part of me he was referring to.

“No, no,” I’d said. “I no pay for this.”

“No pay, no,” he’d said. “My pleasure, you so big. You make a lot of money here,” he had concluded. “And lots of jism,” he’d added, with obvious approval, as I came for him. “You maybe fuck bareback if money good enough?”

That papasan hadn’t been Japanese. He was Russian, I think. Bigger than me, and a handsome, well-muscled devil. Once he’d gotten me up against the wall and had fisted my cock, I was willing to let him finish me off. I’d thought he’d suck it, which would have been nice, but I found the hand job nice as well.

He had said he’d suck it but then backed off when I wasn’t showing interest in working for him.

Tonight, it was the same Russian papasan as the last time—maybe the very papasan or record who actually owned the joint? I slipped him some money off the meaty roll of yen as I entered the barroom. He looked at the size of the roll and smiled. I gave him enough to cover a private room as well as his entrance fee, and he smiled for me again and said, “Room 3; go there with me first maybe? For you, free, if you let me hide it for you.”

As he was saying that, he stuffed what I’d given him back into the pocket of my shirt. He unbuttoned my shirt and ran a hand inside, onto my chest. The hand was surprisingly smooth for a bruiser that big. And arousing. He knew exactly what to fondle and to tweak to get the maximum response.

It was enough arousal for me to let him show me the room rather than just for me to take for granted it was back there and I could find it on my own. I’d been there before. I can’t say I didn’t know he’d want more once we got there or that I wasn’t interested in what it might be.

Room 3 was much like the room had been the previous two times. It might even have been the same room. The same black-vinyl-covered, padded studio bed in the center. Two black, facing walls, mirrored ceiling; one wall, facing one side of the studio bed also fully mirrored, the mirror surface dull, though, with blemishes. Splashes of something, hardened. Probably semen, given the venue.

The opposite wall some sort of movie screen across which danced the silhouettes of two, closely engaged hunky men. Two thick-metal hoops hanging from the ceiling, one over the bed and one off to the side. I hardened up, remembering how I’d helped use them before.

The Russian pushed me gently down on the bed and sat next to me. He was wearing a kimono-like robe, with a thick obi—sash—around his waist that, when he undid it and pushed it to the floor, caused the robe to open wide. He was naked under the robe, hard muscled, his cock in erection.

He moved an arm around me and dipped me to the side, searching for my mouth with his. But I turned my face away from him, and his mouth went down to my chest, my shirt having already been unbuttoned out in the bar room. He unzipped my trousers and fished my cock out. If he hadn’t been so fast doing that, and if my cock hadn’t remembered the last time he did that, I might have gotten him out of the room and saved all my cum for later. I didn’t come here to have sex with him.

“You can stroke me too,” he murmured from inside the thatch of hair on my pecs, as he took possession of my cock and began stroking it.

I answered with what I hoped was a polite demur. It wasn’t what I had come for. I had come for Takis. But the Russian was nice too. He’d given me a good hand job before. He was giving me a good hand job now.

When he told me what he had in mind and started to manhandle me, I let him know that I topped, exclusively. He laughed a low, guttural laugh and said that he supposed so, considering the size of my equipment and the cockiness of my walk.

He didn’t exhibit any resentment, content, at least outwardly, with sucking me off this time—which he showed was a real talent of his. He went down on his knees, pressing my legs open with his big, soft Russian hands gripping my knees, and his mouth went over the bulb of my cock.

My bulb is oversized, and for several moments before moving farther down the engorging shaft, he held the rim of the glans lightly in his teeth and sucked hard on the bulb, flicking the tip of his tongue into the pressed-open piss slit. Giving a guttural laugh at the long moan I responded to his attentions with, he let me lower my back on the narrow bed, with my head flopping over the other side.

By looking at the ceiling, I could watch his head move up bursa escort bayan and down as he slid his mouth down the sides of the cock and then back up to suck hard on the bulb again before descending on the cock once more. I lost sight of that, though, when I grabbed his head between my hands to help control the movement of his mouth down and up my shaft. I didn’t want him to leave now. It no longer was just about coming for Takis. I needed the Russian to finish me.

His hands glided up my torso, his fingers finding and rubbing and pinching my nipples until, with a jerk and an exclamation, I came down his throat.

He stood and offered his cock for suck, but I indicated I wasn’t interested. I had come for Takis, not the Russian. I’d gotten off. The need for the Russian had then evaporated.

He took my refusal without rancor and asked me again if I wanted to work there—that I could only top, if I wanted to—that there were many who would want a cock like I had inside them. He commented again on the amount of ejaculate I produced, and mentioned the possibility of barebacking again. Once more I was flattered, and moaning low, because, while referring to my cock, he was holding it in his hand again and slowly stroking it. I recover quickly, which he seemed to appreciate.

I needed to get him to stop, though. I didn’t want to give it all to the Russian.

I told him I hadn’t made up my mind about working there occasionally. He repeated that he wanted to fuck me, noting that he had returned the entrance fee and the room fee to me—and that he’d given me a blow job that others would pay well for.

Not wanting to anger him, I complimented him on the blow job, but noted that I hadn’t asked for it. Taking the hint, though, I pulled out my cash wad and gave him the entrance fee again—but not the cost of the room. He was satisfied with this, and I already was paying less than I had the last time I was here.

I didn’t really have any intention of working here, but I wanted to spin out the offer as long as possible to see how much I could get for less cost each time I appeared. Under the right circumstances and money coming back to me, I could go farther the next time. I hadn’t always been a top exclusively.

But maybe, too, the Russian would be willing to bottom for me with the possibility that I’d say yes to working there. I had a feeling, though, that once I’d said yes, been identified to the local conveniently looking-the-other-way police force as an employee, and shown up for work, he’d take me into one of these rooms and work me over any way he wanted to. He was being much too polite and reasonable about it.

I went back to the beaded curtain of the doorway leading into Papasan’s bar with him. Takis was on one of the poles on the stage. A small, berry-brown young man of perfect proportions. Not a full-blooded Okinawan, I was sure, as they ran to being squat and many had flat faces. His hair was an auburn red, and I’m not sure it was dyed. If it was, I had ascertained on the first visit that he’d dyed it all over. From the delicate beauty of his features, I’d say that he was mixed race—mixed with some Western background.

He was wearing only a gold lamé jock strap and was making languid love to the pole. Of the three dancers, he was the most artistic and the most flexible. He was everything arousing and desirable that I dreamed of since I found the charms of small Oriental men. That’s why I was here for the third time. This was why I was playing the Russian papasan.

The papasan caught Takis’ attention and gestured at me and then back toward the bank of rooms behind the beaded curtain, holding up three fingers to designate the room assignment. Takis smiled and worked his way off the pole just like the end of his set was preplanned for this withdrawal.

The Russian leaned over to me, putting a hand on one of my butt cheeks and squeezing as he named another price in my ear—unless, of course, I wanted to remain in Room 3 for him to fuck after I was finished with Takis. I smiled and whispered, “Not tonight.” As a test, I only gave him half of what he requested. And he let that be enough. Once again a lesser amount than the time before. So far so good.

“You tease me,” he murmured in my ear as he slid away toward the entrance to wave off one of the hosts and to take his position again. “It makes me want you more. I know you come back and let me fuck you. I give good fuck.”

If his hand and blow job talents were any indication, I didn’t doubt that he gave good fuck.

“You let me fuck you and then maybe,” I answered back.

The expression he was wearing on his face as he moved away indicated that maybe he’d consider it. If he did, I was game. I liked them small and almost feminine like Takis. But I didn’t mind them big and hard muscled either. A channel was a channel, and, with what I was packing, I could make the big ones squirm and scream too.

I was sitting on the bed in Room 3, facing the escort bursa mirrored wall, while Takis was dancing for me, starting from the middle of the room and working his way over toward me. When he was almost touching my knees with his, he stood there gyrating slowly until I took the wad of yen out of my trousers pocket. I had zipped up, but my shirt was still open, my dog tags dangling on my chest.

I extracted a few bills and tucked them into the waistband of his jock strap. He ran his hand up my chest, closed his fist over the dog tags and gave them a tug or two, and then moved his hand down to touch the wad of bills again. All the time his face was smiling and he was licking his lips and puckering them up into air kisses.

His hips were gyrating slowly—side to side and toward me and back. Two more bills in his waistband and I ran my hand over his basket—as he did mine, without any objection from him. He turned his bare butt to me and waved it over my lap until I inserted bills in the back of his waistband.

Full frontal again, with his hands gliding over my bare chest and mine over his, him giving me a lap dance over my lap, but off the surface of my thighs. More air kisses and a tongue in one of my ears. More bills in the waistband and he was unzipping me and pulling my engorged cock out. I leaned over, took the curve of his cock through the gold lamé pouch in my mouth, and slid my teeth down along the curve. His hand left my cock and moved to cover the hand holding the wad of yen.

I pulled off several more bills and moved to stuff those in his already-stuffed waistband, but he took them in his hand and let them float to the floor. Unsnapping his waistband at either side, he let the jock strap fall to the floor as well—accompanied by a downward flutter of all the bills I’d stuffed in there already.

I didn’t stop him when his hand reached over and pulled four more bills off the wad of yen. After letting them float to the floor at his feet, he put his small, delicate hands on the back of my head and pulled my face toward his groin. I opened my mouth over his small, thin, but now-hard cock and slid all the way down. And then back up and down. He arched away from me, letting his arms dangle at his side, in symbolic surrender, as I supported his small body with hands gripping his waist at the flare of his buttocks.

He moaned, the first sound he’d made since we’d entered the room. He was moving in a languid dance, his thighs encasing mine, me scooted as far off the edge of the bed as I dared. I palmed his buttocks and spread the cheeks, the index finger of each hand searching for, finding, and entering his ass channel. He wriggled his buttocks for me, helping the fingers to sink deeper.

He murmured in Japanese and then whispered a few, accented English phrases—the usual, “Yes, do me like that, soldier,” “fuck, yes,” “Oh, shit that’s good” phrases that seemed incongruent coming from such a small, boyish Oriental. I sensed movement and let my eyes lift as I continued to suck him off to find that I could see my cock-stuffed face in the mirror across the room. He had arched back and placed the palms of his hands on the floor behind him. The flexibility of him—imagining how that could be put into play—heightened my arousal.

I let my fingers sink deeper into his channel and started teasing it open. He moaned deeply and wriggled his butt.

I worked his little cock with my mouth for several minutes, but he didn’t come for me. I ached to give attention to my own throbbing dick, but my hands were occupied with squeezing his butt cheeks and opening his channel.

He made the next move, bringing his body up and moving away from me. Just a few feet but just beyond my reach. He stood there, smiling, gyrating, and dancing in place, waiting. I knew what he was waiting for. I’d gotten clued into this move during the previous visits. More bills came off the wad and floated to the floor.

He moved back in, encasing my thighs in his, bending down and taking my mouth with his in a sweet-tasting kiss, while both of his hands went to encasing my cock, one hand over the other, not fully encasing what I was swinging, though. A thumb pressed on the piss slit and I shuddered. Now I was moaning, fully aroused by receiving the cock attention I’d been aching for.

He straddled my thighs coming down into my lap and encasing both of our cocks in his hand. Squeezing and stroking. We kissed again, and then he lowered his face to between my pecs and pressed me back with the pressure of his head. I still had my hands palming his butt cheeks, but now I had to move them to behind me to keep my torso inclined back, off the bed, straining to watch our coupling in the mirror across the room.

His mouth went to my nipples and then to my dog tags, which he took in his mouth and sucked and tugged on with a slurping noise that made my cock bounce. If my cock could scream, “Me, me, suck me!” it would have done so.

Takis was in complete control. That was new to me in a fuck—except for when I had visited him before. Each time with him it was something new, something devised and controlled by him—and totally arousing. It probably was why I kept coming back to him.

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This is a story of a divorced mature beautiful, and very sexy bi sexual woman, falling for her daughter’s bi sexual and also beautiful black best friend. Heather is a dominant personality and soon had her friends mother under control, Her handsome almost irresistibly good looking black boyfriend takes her away from her. Only for the womans daughter to undo the knots that bind them together. This story is lesbian, and black sex.

Heather Watson was gazing at the glorious sight in front of her, the small, tight, and very splendid ass was right in front of her, her pussy tingled, and her nipples twitched hard. She so wanted to grab a hold of it, kiss it, lick it, suck it, along with the rest of the fabulous owner.

The owner of such luxury was Jenny Jordan, and she was the mother of Heather’s best friend Carol. They had met two years ago when she moved to her school; they got on like a house on fire, told each other everything, well nearly everything. Heather hadn’t told Carol of her fixation with her gorgeous divorced mother, the divorce being the reason they had moved here.

Jenny Jordan was sex on legs as far as Heather was concerned, about 5ft 6″ a fantastic body which she had seen many times in her home, and in the garden whilst sunbathing. It was a delight, smooth and rounded in all the right places, she moved with grace and femininity. Her long hair, red in some light, dark brown in others was gorgeous, just like her.

Heather was bi sexual, and it sometimes depended on the day of the week, or which side of the bed she had got out of that morning. Whether she was a lesbian this day, a heterosexual or both, but in reality, Heather was both. She was nineteen and a bit, hadn’t gone to college as Carol had, she came home every Friday and went back every Sunday night, sometimes on a Monday morning, depending on her school curriculum.

Heather was everything a girl like herself wanted to be, black and beautiful, 5ft 10″ a statuesque woman in the making, she had everything, a gorgeous face, long silky jet black hair, and a fabulous body that she was now well aware of thanks to her boyfriend, and her past school teacher who Heather had trapped one day after class and got her big style.

Her teacher became just that, her lesbian teacher, she was married, but that didn’t stop Heather from doing her when opportunity arose. And she would visit her home too, and take her teacher to her own bed. She had tried to resist, but Heather’s insistence wore her down, and she did indeed, go down!

Heather had picked up the vibes in her classes, the side looks the wistful glances and sighs. Heather tested the waters now and agin with little loks and touches unseen by others. Then one day just after lessons she went to Janet, her teacher, stood behind her, and said.

“You seem tight today Mrs Wallace, let me see if I can help you?” And before her teacher could react, Heather had her hands on her shoulders and started a massage, one that left Mrs Wallace gasping.

“You like this Mrs Wallace don’t you?” she asked huskily, “you like me doing this don’t you, hmmm? Do you like my touch Mrs Wallace?” Her head rolled from side to side, she was almost asleep with Heather’s wonderful touch.

Heather broke the spell by kissing her teachers neck, biting it, and running her hands down and over her breasts where her nipples screamed as Heathers palms ran over them. Then she just said.

“That’s enough for now Janet, don’t you think, maybe I’ll do it again tomorrow, if you can be a good girl for me?” It was more of a statement of intent than a question, then she walked out of the classroom without a backward glance.

Mrs Wallace sat there completely stunned, shell shocked and utterly aroused, it had been years since another woman, or even a girl had done this to her, but the results were the same. She absolutely adored the attention, and the way her nipples cried out for it. She hurried into her little stockroom and delved her hand into her knickers and brought herself off. Heathers applications in her mind, her knees buckled when she came and she nearly fell down.

Heather, being the girl she was, had now set a target, and Mrs Wallace was the target, she was going to go after her teacher now and get her. She didn’t know yet that Mrs Wallace was already got! She had a thing for black women, her lover all those years ago in college had been black, and she had missed her and it, ever since. She even had a thing for black men, although she had never been with one and never would. And though she would try to fend her off, the growing black beauty who had her in her sights, was about to shoot her down.

After class the following day Mrs Wallace had asked another girl to stay behind to do some follow up work, Heather smiled, “Won’t do you any good teach,” she said to herself, smiling at and catching Mrs Wallace’s eyes. Heather gave her a knowing look then casually made her way to the exit, turned an slowly made her way back just in time to see the bursa escort girl closing the classroom door behind her.

“Great timing Heather,” she praised herself. She opened the door and walked in silently. Mrs Wallace was sat at her desk as she had done the day before, and she was engrossed in school books. Heather sidled up behind her, took a deep silent breath, and moved as her hands landed on her neck and shoulders, Heather said, “Here I am Mrs Wallace; let me take the stress out of your day for you, hmmm?”

Her teacher tried to rise but Heather held her down, “don’t struggle Janet, its okay, it’s only me Heather, now keep still, you know you love this, don’t you?”

“Heather please don’t, this isn’t right, I’m your teacher, I will lose my job if someone found us here like this,” she almost bleated. Mrs Wallace wasn’t a tall woman, only about 5ft 2″ extremely good looking, a dirty blond haired woman, and most of the pupils had the hots for her.

But only Heather had seen past the veneer, the covering over her persona, Janet Wallace was also a weak individual, though she hid it well. But Heather had seen, she knew. And now she had everything going for her, height, weight, a much superior personality, and definitely the determination to succeed.

Where as Mrs Wallace, who while being much more than an able teacher, was putty in the hands of a knowing woman, and in Heather, she was in knowing hands. She tried once more to rise, but Heathers hands were already working their magic and Janet could feel herself giving in.

“I’ll let her do this for a while, then I’ll make her stop,” she said to herself, which was the most hopeless thing she could have advised.

Heather worked away, judging the moment to move in for the kill to perfection. She heard from Janet, mewling, sighing, and soft gasps, she bent down and kissed her neck, another sigh, more kisses brought more sighs. Nibbling her everywhere she could reach, Heather had her teacher rolling her head to give her all the access she needed.

Then the coup de gras, she slid her hands down and cupped her breasts. “Heather, don’t, please don’t, Oh Heather pleeeeease.” It was her plea for release, of course it fell on deaf ears. Heather gripped her nipples through her blouse and bra, and it was game over.

“You want me to keep doing this don’t you Janet, you can’t resist me can you, tell me to stop now Janet and I will, go on Janet!” she ordered her, silence, nothing but silence. Heather rapidly undid her blouse pulled her bra up and took the rock hard and bullet like teats in her fingers. Her teacher moaned deeply.

“Come on Janet, we need to be private don’t you think?” Janet could only nod her head. Heather helped her to her feet, hurriedly went to and locked the classroom door, took Janet by the hand and pulled her into her tiny stock room. There she took full control of her, saying, because she now realised that most of her seduction was her down to being black.

“You like me being black don’t you Janet,” she whispered into her ear, “you love black, and especially someone beautiful and black like me don’t you?”

All Mrs Wallace could say was, “Oh Heather, oh.” Heather kissed her for the first time and her teacher responded fully, putting her arms around Heather in a loving hug.

Believing she now had control, she said. “I’m going to take you Janet, you are going to be mine, and we are going to be lovers aren’t we, AREN’T WE!”

Janet moaned a “yes” into her mouth. Heather immediately stripped her, pushed her over the small table and set about eating her thirty year old teacher’s pussy. Janet cried out in ecstasy when she came over Heather’s face.

Then Heather did what she had been aching and wanting to do forever, climb on the table and sit down on her teachers face. Knees either side of her head Heather put her hand under the back of Mrs Wallace’s head and pulled her tight up in to her dripping pussy. Her teacher lapped away, she knew what to do and how to do it. She was gazing up into the slatted eyes of her pupil as Heather looked down at her captive, and rejoiced in the fact that she had succumbed once again to a black girl, and more, a black sodden dripping pussy.

Heather swayed about on her teachers face, reaching behind her and crushed her nipples so hard it made her gasp and suck at Heather’s pussy all the more. Heather came, her nectar dripped out into Janet’s wide open mouth, she drank everything she was offered. Heather tore at her nipples from behind, Janet cried in pain, and came in buckets under her new mistress.

Later as they recovered, Heather got all the information she wanted from her teacher, in between kisses and caresses from her fabulous beautiful black pupil, Janet gave away her time table. When she would be staying after school, days off, and home alone, when her husband would be away.

“You know that from now on Janet, I will be seeing you a lot don’t you?” she told her.

“Yes Heather, I think I’ve guessed bursa escort bayan that already.”

“Good, I’ll be at your house on Thursday, you will mark me as present later for the school. And I want you to dress for me.”

“Dress for you, what do you mean Heather?”

“Like a school girl Janet, like a school girl. I may have to punish you. So dressed as a school girl will fit the bill, yes?”

Her teacher looked at her blankly, she didn’t want this, but her inner need to be dominated now by her beautiful pupil out stripped her reservations.

“Yes Heather, I’ll be dressed the way you want me to be.” Heather was beside herself, she would be leaving the school in three months, and the relationship would more than likely come to an end. She wanted to learn as much as she could about other women. And even more about this new dominant personality inside of her creeping to the fore.

On the Thursday Heather was dressed to kill, she had left home at her normal time. She had her highest black heels on, sheer black stockings, a garter belt, a teeniest thong, no bra, a bright white mini skirt, and a matching bright white tank top. Her long silky black hair hung down around her shoulders.

“Janet Wallace,” she told herself, “you are going to die when you see me like this:” And she was right, Mrs Wallace almost collapsed. She sauntered up to her door; she saw the blinds twitch, so she knew her teacher had seen her. The door opened rapidly, her face was a picture, and complete awe would describe it maybe.

Her teacher was stood there dressed as a St Trinians pupil. She looked a picture, Heather smiled in victory, her hair was in pig tails, spotted cheeks, a scruffy tie halfway around her neck. An open necked white blouse, the top four buttons undone, a short pleated navy blue skirt, bobby socks and buckled shoes!

“Please come in Heather,” Janet stuttered.

“Who? Did you just call me Heather? Don’t you dare call me Heather unless I say you can!” She told her loudly, while stepping inside.

“I’m sorry, I erm, I, what should I call you erm?”

“We are not in school; I am in charge here, and why? Because you need me don’t you? DON’T YOU!” And this was where Heather wanted to know if she could assert authority over her older married teacher. “What do you think you should call me hey, you are a married black loving slut!”

Heather didn’t know she could be like this, she was finding out more and more about herself and she liked it, she liked it a lot. She had always been forthright, making her point, defended her stance, told it like it was. And she was a leader not a follower, but this, oh this was new, her pussy tingled.

She was having a good sex life, her boyfriend took care of all of her needs in that direction. Her girlfriend, a class mate, was doing the other, although Heather was the dominant one of the two. She often her partner down and teased her to the point of distraction before allowing her to cum.

Her stringent hard words hit right home with her teacher, her other lover in college had done this sort of thing, and she had been too weak to resist. She had tried but had gone down without much of a whimper. And she also knew that Heather was a far stronger personality, and a far more demanding girl.

“May I call you mistress, Heather?” That was all Heather wanted to know, “now” she thought, “the first test, and if this works I’ll be having all the fun I want with her.”

“On your knees slut!” she told her, and pointed at the floor. Janet gaped at her, but now there was nothing to be done but obey, she had already lost the battle of wills, not there had been much of one really.

She put out her hand and slid down to her knees, “why am I doing this, and in front of a pupil of mine?” she asked herself. But she knew why, Heather had found her out; she had thought she had got past this desire to be surmounted this way, to be made to feel so inferior. But it was because Heather was black and beautiful. She knew she had been glancing at her for a while in class. The way she looked at her when conversing, her sleek black lines, her flowing black hair, it had all brought her to here. And her pussy had driven her to masturbation several times.

Heather had been to a sex shop and bought two items, one she thought she probably wouldn’t need, and her teacher now on her knees before her, and also dressed the way she was negated their use. The other was a strap on dildo, her first! It was black, and she had selected it because of that, it was also 8″ long, and 2″ inches wide, after much deliberation this was the one she had bought.

She walked behind her teacher, she was forcing herself not to dive on her and rape her right there on her hallway floor. She punched the air in delight, tapped Janet on her head, and asked.

“Well Janet, my little blond, married black loving slut, what shall I do with you. What would you like your mistress to do with you, hmmm?”

(Who are you?) a voice escort bursa said in her head, she was making it all up as she went along, apart from the certain knowledge that she would definitely soon have her hapless teacher right where she wanted her. With her legs up in the air over her shoulders, naked and full of her lovely strap on, being royally fucked by her black and beautiful, young pupil mistress.

Heather had tried it on with Carol a couple of times but had been given a very sharp heave ho by her, with the words.

“You’ll never see me doing that Heather, never, sorry.” Carol loved her, but she was her best friend and that’s all she would ever be.

Her teacher looked around to see her, “I’m not sure mistress, erm would you like to tell me, show me, please?”

“Would you like to have me let you lick my hot black pussy Janet?”

“Oh mistress pleases.”

“Well, you black loving slut, you need to ask me very nicely then, go on, and tell me what you are whilst you are doing it.” Her teacher blanched, she was letting Heather gain complete mastery of her, her pussy was on fire, her nipples were at the point of shattering, they were that hard.

Her head bowed, there was no way out, she had to do what she told her to do, or her magnificent black delicious pussy would never caress her face, lips and tongue.

“Please mistress, let me lick you, I need you mistress, oh please mistress,” the dam broke, it washed her away. “I’m begging you mistress, please make me do whatever you want, I will serve you mistress, please let me, make me lick and suck your goddess pussy.”

Heather liked that, ‘Goddess’ it suited her.

“You may lick you’re Goddesses pussy slut, go on, crawl to me.” Heather stood back, making her teacher crawl on her own floor to the young girl who was subjugating her in every way imaginable. As she neared her Heather started up the stairs backwards.

“Come on slut if you want this pussy!” She told her stepping away. And she lifted her short skirt to show her what was there for a little effort.

Her teacher speeded up, she almost chased her pupil up, Heather kept backing away then she saw her marital bedroom and smiled. “This is where I ‘m going to fuck her, in her own bed and in the same place that her husband sleeps.” Her teacher hesitated,

“Do you want me to leave cunt!” she said forcefully. Janet hurried, Heather’s nasty words irritating her astronomically growing arousal. Shaking her head at the same time now. She was long gone past the point of no return.

In the bedroom Heather told her to stand and strip, “and quickly!” she shouted. Her teacher was disrobed in seconds, standing before her pupil mistress. Janet was now utterly humbled, shamed, defeated, she had not one jot of control left in her. But completely and irresistibly aroused.

Heather stood in front of her and took both of her nipples in her fingers, rolled and squeezed them, then dropped her hand to her pussy and fingered that. Her teacher’s legs buckled.

“You go down, and I will leave!” she said quietly. Janet stayed upright whilst Heather tormented her, her clit was ready for exploding, Heather could see it in her eyes, she had seen the same look often enough in her girlfriends too.

“If you cum without me saying you can you slut, I will punish you severely.” Janet’s eyes grew wide in fear, and tortured arousal. She bit her plump lower lip, clenched her fists as she fought the urge not to cum yet.

“On the bed slut, lie on you’re back,” she said, Janet did so quickly.

Heather slowly and tantalisingly undressed, all the while never taking her eyes off her captive. She stood there letting her teacher take in her goodies, Janet’s mouth went dry, she had never seen any thing, or anyone so gloriously beautiful as Heather, her skin was sleek like satin, creamy dark, she was truly magnificent.

Heather languidly got on the bed and climbed over her in the classic 69 position. Putting her hands under her taut ass she settled down on her teachers face with a contented sigh. Then she raked her nails over her tits and nipples, she could feel the reaction under her and she squirmed. She gripped both nipples in her finger nails and squeezed, a muffled cry came from below.

Janet was in heaven, she hated and loved this, the pain, a hot black pussy pressed tight on her face. Her nipples were like firework rockets about to be launched. A hand slid down to her waiting pussy, it stopped, it made her wriggle in frustration. Heather was expertly controlling her.

“You can cum as soon as I do slut, so the quicker that happens the quicker you can cum, get on with it slut!” She nipped her teachers clit in her nails and lifted it, it forced Janet’s backside up as she did so. Heather needed to cum badly, it was a two way street this she knew, she wiggled her pussy on her teacher and made her tongue fuck her.

Then Heather felt that fabulous sensation gathering in her secret places readying to erupt, she did so. Her pussy jammed tight down then lifted and she gushed her cum out over Janet’s face. She drank all she could while she was exploding in Heathers fingers; she too dipped her head and sucked up her juices as they flowed out.

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……..I had just finished cleaning up myself of cum and putting on my clothes when I heard my stepmom knock on the door. I quickly tidied up and told her to come on in. I was a bit nervous wondering if she knew I had just watched her in her underwear and then masturbated thinking nasty thoughts about her plump body. As she entered she didn’t appear angry or upset. I thought to myself that she didn’t see me at all and had no inkling of my peeping on her.

She sat on the edge of the bed and asked me about coming home early.

Her next question took me completley off guard. She asked me if I enjoyed watching her in the bedrooom in just her bra and panties. My heart pounded. I guess I had been caught for sure, her stepson peeping in on her almost nude step mom. I stumbled around for some sensible answer as to why I was looking in on her. Before I could come up with some lame answer she said she rather enjoyed being looked at and that with dad gone pretty much all the time she rather welcomed my looking at her. She asked me if I found her big body arousing. Stumbling around again for some sensible answer she said she knew I must have.

At this point I knew she must have known of my jerk off session. She revealed to me that she knew all along I was watching and became excited herself. I apologized as best as I could, explaining that I wanted to just go on by and not linger but her large body was just so exciting to me. She smiled at me saying that she was happy that I found her arousing. I was relieved that she wasn’t upset but rather glad.

As it turned out she knew my thing for bigger women by my bursa escort keen interest in her catalogs especially the underwear sections.

She then told me she knew I beat off when I left her door. Redfaced, I replied that I was so hard and aroused by her that I had to relieve my self that way. I told her that even in just a plain bra and briefs, she got me so hard.

She then told me she tried to imagine me in here stroking my hard shaft and wondering what my hard cock would feel like in her pussy. I couldn’t believe myself. Was Sally saying she would like to feel my cock inside her? My erection was straining my jeans now. She sensed my discomfort and suggested that I get rid of those uncomfortable jeans. This was too much to believe, she wanted to see my cock. I got up and took them off and then stood there in only my bikini briefs, my hard cock fully outlined in the front pouch. She made the comment that she thought men in bikini briefs were quite sexy and how she wished my dad would wear them.

Getting up from the edge of the bed she said she had something to show me she thought I would like. She had on one of those baggy sweatsuit outfits that she usually wore around the house.

She pulled off the bulky top and pushed the pants down to her ankles and stepped out of them. There she stood in one of the sexiest bra a panty sets I had ever seen in any catalog. The bra was a full cup underwire type which she had to have for her massive tits but it was especially sexy. Even though the cups were huge they could barely contain her big natural tits, plenty of cleavage was still showing.

The bursa escort bayan panties were fantastic, the full cut kind, of strechy nylon. My eyes went from her breasts to her large full tummy. It sagged just a little to make her sexy to me and I could see just a hint of her dark pubic hairs trough the sliky material. Slowly she turned aorund to give me a full view of her large meaty ass, straining the nylon material. Turning full around she asked me if she liked the looks of this big body.

I blurted out that I thought she looked fantastic, so plump and sexy.

She looked at my cock now leaking precum and leaving a spot on my bikinis. Smiling she said she wanted to feel that cock in her lovhole. It had been so long since a penis had been inside her and she wanted to feel my cum in her.

It was difficult to believe what was happening. There was my stepmom standing in front of me in the most sexy underwear I had ever seen, eager to take my cock in her big fat pussy.

Even though I had just masturbated, may cock was ready and eager to fuck my stepmom. I watched as she beagn to unhook her bra and release two huge mounds of flesh. They sagged due to the weight. Her nipples were very big and brown. As she bent down to push her panties off they hung very low. When she stood up I got my first view of her big hairy pussy. I don’t think she trimmed or did anything to her pubic area. Her hairy cunt was beautiful.

She asked to to pull my bikinis down and show my cock to her. I reached down and pushed my underwear down to my kness and stood there in front of her, my cock aimed skyward. I wasn’t as escort bursa big as my dad she revealed but I sure was swollen and full of cum. I finished pushing my briefs down as she layed back on my bed and opened her big thighs wide to expose her damp wet slit. Her huge tits spilled over to each side as she motioned for me to get closer. Reaching down between her legs she spread her puffy lips open to show her red damp gash. Due to her big stomach it was difficult to reach down to her pussy. She did mangage to pull her cunt lips wide and reveal her hole, ready for fucking. I got in between those big thighs and grabbed my shaft and pushed my cock down some to

enter her. She pulled her fleshy stomach up to give me better access. I rubbed my cock up and down her wet slit until I hit the mark and shoved my hardness deep up her warm inviting hole. She moaned and said it felt so good to have a cock in her. She grabbed her legs to help hold them wide and spread further open. She told me to fuck her and fuck her deep. I lunged forward pushing my dick deep in her hole. As I slapped against her cunt, her stomach seemed to ripple.

As I fucked her I looked down at her big fat sexy body so hot for my cock. She moaned and begged for deeper harder fucking. I thrust forward pushed as deep as I could into her fat hole. She told me not to pull out but shoot off inside her, she wanted to feel me cum and squirt my seed.

It wasn’t long before I could hold back no longer and my cock exploded into her. This surpassed all of my fantasies about her as jet after jet of hot cum filled her. I pushed forward so all my cum would be deep inside. I slowly withdrew but some semen oozed from her hole.

She told me that was great, it had been so long since a cock had been in her. She hoped that this would be just the beginning of a new relationship………….

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“what a nice bench.” Thoughts came slowly to my drunken mind. I sat down on the bench and looked at nothing.

“Yo, look at this guy.” Somehow I still managed to open my eyes and see three guys leering at me, laughing.

I looked to my right and saw the guy beside me open his zipper and take out his black dick. He started rubbing it and I could not help but look. It was average in size, maybe five or six inches. As I realized that I had been staring, and that his eyes were on me, I instantly drew my stare away and continued looking forwards silently as I tried to think of a possible escape from this wretched situation.

A dramatic run wouldn’t do, it would just be natural for them to chase me, like predators after a frightened prey. I thought over my situation while the guy beside me lathered his penis with saliva. I decided to walk away, slowly and decisively and maybe the pure shock of the act would save me.

I rose, took the first step, then the second, putting so much thought into every movement of my body, but I didn’t advance a foot before I felt his hand on my loose belt (I had just peed.) He grabbed me by that same belt, pulled it down and as my pants fell I fell unto his lap.

“FUCK!”

The pain was unmistakable, as the head of his dick made its first attempt at entering my virgin ass, I cried out in pain. Alarmed by my cry the other two turned around. But soon enough their look of concern turned to one of triumph as they quickly flocked to either side of me.

“How does his ass feel?”

“Good, I ain’t in yet though.”

I was so turned on, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t let them beat me so easily, this wasn’t right. A fantasy enacted doesn’t make one any happier or willing to go with it. Should I? not like this, not in this way in the park. Maybe I can move them at least, no time no time. Need to think of something…

These thoughts and a thousand more ran through my head as I came to the all important decision: I wanted to do this, I needed to do this for a million and one reasons, but I couldn’t allow this to happen here.

I realized what I must do (and before I continue, let me just let the general reader understand that I am in fact an officer in a certain army and so my combat training is proficient, but no one is a superman and so what I did was only a delay, if they wanted to they would have probably still kicked my ass if they fought together.) I kicked with both legs to the sides and hit the two standing in front of me in the knee caps, and as they both dropped I elbowed the guy who held me on the right by the ribs and in the left by the ear and bolted running with my pants by my ankles for about 3 meters from the bench, turned around panting: “Stop, you win. But I wont do this here, come to my apartment, its about bursa escort 5 minutes by car.”

“No fucking way man, we ain’t stupid.”

“Its three of you against me, rape me, cum on me I don’t care but it aint happening here.”

“You tellin’ us what to do?”

“I’m tellin’ you what to do so I’d cooperate.”

“We don’t got a car.”

“Cab, then.”

“You payin’?”

“fuck, no… you wanna fuck me n have me pay for the fuckin’ cab too?”

They laughed at that; laughter is good, it means they will be easier dealt.

“Fine, we’ll pay.”

We got into the cab, I sat bitch (Ironic isn’t it?), to my right sat the guy whose dick had already violated my now aching bottom, and to my left sat a guy who at first I thought retarded. Both their cocks were straining in their pants and each had a hand on me as if I would escape. Maybe they thought I would jump out the window.

I give the driver the directions to my house, its about 20 minutes walk but I didn’t want to risk one of them getting impatient.

“Do you usually do this with your friends?” it was the taxi driver who spoke and the question was directed at me. He was referring to the fact that both my hands were stretched out over the two guys beside me, rubbing their dicks through their pants. But at this point I didn’t really care so I just minded my business teasing the guys. This is good, horny means quick.

“we aren’t his friends,” Said the guy in the front: “we found him.”

“You found him?”

“Yeah, on a bench, in the park. He begged us to fuck him, he said he wanted us to piss on him n’ shit.”

“Really? That’s fucked up… could I..”

“yeah, you can fuck him. Come over in about 2 hours. What’s your number bitch?”

“05…” It was instinct, I swear!

“Call him, he’ll take care of ya.”

“Where did you say you found him?”

“Park Darom.”

“Fuck, I gotta go there more often then.”

“haha. Why? You got his number now, just call and he’s yours.”

Maybe its fitting at this point that I’ll describe the cab driver. He was sixty, but as with all cab drivers in my country he was rather immature. Most of their target audience is teenagers so they learn to maintain the same idiotic teen attitude of their costumers. He had a scruffy white beard, rather fat, and was wearing some hideous white sweater. Not worth anyone’s time… but my own.

The conversation continued in the background as I played with both guys. The one on my right brought me on his lap and put his hand in my pants, drawing circles around my ass, getting me… what I thought I’d never say… wet..

How else would I describe the feeling? My ass was getting wet, my dick was hard as a rock, and I was horny as fuck, wanting him to keep going as I licked my way bursa escort bayan around the cock of the guy to my left.

We got to my apartment building, and I freaked out. What if they wanted to do it outside? What if they would try to fuck me in the stairway? If my neighbors saw, it would be horrible.

What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?

So I did what made most sense at three am, I grabbed both guys by their dicks, leaving the third to pay, and guided them up the stairs in that fashion. They kept stumbling after me as I rushed up, while the third quickly paid and ran after us.

The lights were out in the stairway by my apartment (thank god!) but I couldn’t find my keys, when finally it happened: they had gotten impatient! Within a second I was thrown against the door, not hard, but to show intent.. my pants were brought down and the lil dicked one started entering me while I was squeezed flat against the door.

It was hell, and it hurt, but it felt sooo good! Still, I frantically searched in my pockets, amidst the pain and the ecstasy, I opened the door and fell into the living room.

Turning around I saw all three coming at me, and I muffled a laugh when looking at their glossy eyes.

The door was still open, but I really had nothing to do, I had exhausted my efforts at this point and just hoped to maneuver them a bit away from the open door so that no one could chance a look. The last thing I’d need is one more coming for a lay!

So there I lay, on the floor, supporting my self by my elbows, jeans ripped off, and a hole put through my underwear cause: “no one wants to see your pickle dick.”

I was then brought to the couch (so much for hiding from the door) put on fours and immediately one of the guys started fucking me from behind while the second one lay in front of me, intending me to give him a blowjob, but all I could do was grab the base of his dick, and muffle my groans.

I felt like I was being split, like his dick was piercing my lungs, I just hung on to the couch braced the pain. He fucked me so hard I thought I would pass out, for ten minutes, my ass was on fire and then I felt a new sensation: the first batch of cum in my ass. Slowly it dribbled out as he lifted off of me, and started cheering.

“Yeah man! Look at that? Pretty aint it? Hahaha.”

Now, I thought, I’d have a break! But no, as quickly as the first came out of my ass, that the second started fucking my mouth with his dick. Hard and fast he went, and I couldn’t breath from the get go, so again I fought the pain out, road the pleasure train, and got my second batch of sperm deep in my throat.

It was then that I noticed the third guy, he had looked through our fridge and found some cheap wine, beers, and two bottles of grey escort bursa goose. He came into the living room, put down the alcohol on the table, gave me a beer, and sat on the couch.

“On the floor.” I didn’t even think not to obey. It seemed obvious.

“You spent?” he said this to the other guys.

“Yeah. Fo’ a while at least.”

“Good, now. Look at me bitch, get between my legs. look at my dick. This is your god, you will treat it as such. And when I cum, there better be some fuckin fireworks. Understood?” all I did was nod and get down to work.

I stretched out my tongue real slow across the bottom of his dick, scooping up dripping pre-cum in an upward position that eventually had my eyes on his as I sucked in the massive glob of pre-cum cuming out of the snake eye.

“I think this bitch likes you.” Said one of the other guys, but I didn’t pay attention to him. He didn’t matter, he could piss on me, like they said in the car, and it wouldn’t matter. Now, it was just me and god.

Looking into his eyes, I couldn’t believe how much power was in them, and for a second I was lost. For ten seconds I stayed this way, looking into his eyes, with my mouth sucking and easing on his head and then I slowly took him in, a quarter of an inch at a time, never stopping, constantly ignoring the pain, until I reached the bottom of his dick, and then began circling slowly with my head until I could not hold my breath any longer and rose up. Next I moved to his balls, while I so gently held his rod, not to engulf, but to hold lightly and tickle as I lovingly let each ball enter my mouth in time and sucked with varying degrees of force.

My almost pilgrim like care had him panting and cursing, and that almost disappointed me, as I hoped that he would maintain composure and silence throughout the whole affair and so maintain power. But never mind that, its time to please god. I kissed and licked his balls a bit more, and rose with the lick, my tongue on the base of his dick, slowly rising, as my tickling hands rose above it, until again we looked at each other.

“Please.” I whispered and again slowly took him in all the way down to his pubic hair, and again:

“Please,” I whispered ever so gently and took him in completely, wholly, and more quickly.

“Please..” I whispered, now barely audible, and again took him down with more force.

Then I came up, straightened my stare into his brilliant eyes and whispered: “choke me..” and choke me he did, as soon as my head sucked his back in, he put both hands on my neck, squeezed firmly and started skull fucking me to a degree that to this day I’ve never seen. So violent, so amazing! For three minutes he fucked me so, until those words I had been waiting to hear for so long came out:

“I’m gonna cum!!” he let go of my neck as I grabbed his butt, and shoved myself down to receive a glorious load that had me coughing, choking, and gurgling for about three minutes, until we both settled.

I lit a cigarette and smiled, this was amazing.

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It was the middle of July and my four girlfriends and I were in Spain for my hen weekend. In less than four weeks I was going to marry the love of my life. Everything was booked and the invitations had been posted. So all I had to do for three glorious days was relax and hopefully get a nice tan for the wedding. It was our second night in Spain and we had gone out for a beautiful meal before heading to the bar for a few drinks. I was feeling quite tipsy when the girls suggested going on to a night club. I really wasn’t in the mood, I was tired and sun burnt. I just wanted to go back to our apartment and relax. I also wanted to face time my fiancé Peter. So I told the girls to carry on without me. They spent the next twenty minutes trying to persuade me to come with them. But they gave up when they saw that I wouldn’t change my mind.

So I hoped in a taxi and headed home. When I got there I slipped out of my bra because it was hurting my shoulders and put on a loose sundress. I poured myself a cold glass of white wine and sat down to face time Peter. We chatted for a while, I told him all about the holiday and he told me how work was going. As I said earlier I was feeling quite tipsy so I asked him if he wanted to see my white bits. His eyes lit up as I started to pull down the top of my dress. I showed him the mark that the bikini had left on my small breasts. He asked me if I had any other white bits, so I obliged by pulling the skirt up to my waist so he could see my white ass, I was wearing a small white lace thong, so he got a very good view.

He started to describe what he was going to do with my white bits once I got home. Hearing him describe how he was going to eat my pussy had me super turned on. He told me how he was going to “bend me over and rip that scrap of lace off my tight cunt.” I moaned at his words and I told him how wet I was and that I needed to touch myself, I needed to cum while he talked dirty to me. He told me I could only do that if I moved the phone so he could watch.

So I placed the phone on the coffee table in front of me and I slowly rubbed my hand down my toned stomach. Just as I reached my sweet spot my friend Ann stumbled through the front door. I jumped off the couch and tried to fix myself before she saw anything, but from the astonished look on her face I knew she had seen everything. I was so embarrassed I could have died.

Ann on the other hand just burst out laughing. She saw the phone on the table and knew Peter must be on line. She shouted hi to him as she walked into the kitchen. I quickly said goodbye to Peter and hung up. I followed Ann into the kitchen to apologise and beg her never to mention it again. She assured me it would be our little secret and not to worry about it. So we both got a drink and headed into the sitting room again. She told me she had lost the girls in the night club so she decided to just get a taxi home.

After some initial awkwardness , I started to relax. We both just sat around chatting for a while and everything went back to normal. We opened a second bottle and I went to get some cream for my sunburn, it was beginning to hurt so I wanted to cool it down. As I rubbed in onto my legs I thought I saw a weird look in Ann’s eyes but I just passed it off as drunkenness and continued massaging it in. When I had my arms and legs done I tried to do my back and shoulders, I normally got Peter to do these bits. As soon as I thought about him rubbing cream onto me my nipples got hard and I felt a familiar stirring down below. I pushed all thoughts of him aside as I continued trying to reach behind me.

Ann watched me struggle for a few minutes before taking the bottle off me and saying she would do it. As she began to rub it in I felt instant relief, the coolness was just what I needed. She started on my shoulders and worked her way down. When she got close to the top of my dress she asked me if I wanted her to go lower, I felt so good that bursa evi olan escort I told her yes and pulled the dress down a little. I held the front up so it was covering my boobs. when Ann noticed my shyness she laughed and pointed out that she had already seen my breasts tonight, so reluctantly I lowered my dress so she could have access to all of my back.

Ann’s hands on me felt so soft and gently that I began to relax. Sensing my relaxation she suggested she give me a back massage, at that moment I was so at ease that I agreed. She put more cream on her hands and added more pressure to her movements. It was just what I needed, apparently I was still very stressed after what Ann had walked in on earlier. I was also still horny, seen as I didn’t get to finish what Peter and I had started.

Ann’s hands began to move further down my back and I was loving it. I don’t know if it was the few glasses of wine I had or just how relaxed I was but I moaned quietly as her hands worked their magic. Suddenly I felt Ann’s breath on my neck as she leaned in close and whispered into my ear. She asked if she was doing it right and if I was enjoying it. I nodded yes in response. She told me I had beautiful skin and that she was loving touching me like this. I was slightly taken aback by her words but I just let it go, I presumed it was just the drink talking.

We started talking mindlessly again as she rubbed my back. We settled into chatting and drinking but I never pulled my dress back up and she never stopped rubbing my back. Talk soon came around to my upcoming wedding. I told her how excited I was and about all the plans we had for our honeymoon. Talk of the honeymoon soon turned into talk of sex, we had always been very open about our sex lives with each other, so I told her about the sexy outfit I had bought to surprise Peter while we were away. I described how it pushed my breasts up and pulled in my waist. As I was describing it I pushed my boobs up to show her and she said that she loved my breasts just as they were.

Her hand that had been rubbing my back snaked around my side and started to rub my breast. I gasped as she did this but she just laughed and said she wanted a little feel before I was a married woman. We both laughed and I told her maybe she should use both hands so she could check them both out. By this stage we were both pretty drunk and still laughing so when she suggested she give me a breast massage I agreed.

She grabbed the bottle of lotion off the coffee table and squirted it onto her hands. She rubbed her hands together to warm it up and she put both hands onto my breasts. The lotion felt cool on my skin so my nipples instantly hardened. As her fingers started to gently caress my skin we both stopped laughing. We just stared at each other. I had never done anything like that before but for some reason I didn’t want her to stop. I knew Ann had “experimented” with a friend she had gone to collage with but I didn’t know if she wanted to continue this. I hoped she did and as she gazed into my eyes while her hands started to move again I got my answer.

I was used to Peter’s rough touch and I loved it. But as Ann rubbed her soft thumbs over my erect nipples I felt a familiar dampness between my legs. So there I was, sitting on the couch of my holiday apartment, half naked with one of my best friends and apparently I was going to have my first lesbian experience. I knew it was wrong, I was engaged, but at that moment in time all I could think about was how my best friend kissed.

So I decided to either go big or go home as they say and I went for it. I moved in for a kiss. I moved slowly so Ann had time to back out if she wanted to but once I got half way Ann moved closer to me and together we closed the gap. Her soft lips met mine in a very gentle kiss. We started slowly but I soon felt brave enough to lick her lips as I tried to deepen the kiss. Ann responded altıparmak escort immediately, allowing me full access.

The kiss soon got very heated, one of Ann’s hands was still teasing my nipple but her other hand had found its way to the back of my head. Both my hands were around her back but I knew I wanted to touch her the way she was touching me. So I slowly moved my hand to capture her very large breast. It was only outside her top but I could still feel how hard her nipples were through the material. I wanted to feel her skin but I was still nervous, I wasn’t sure how to go about slipping my hand into her top. So you can imagine my delight when Ann pulled away from me to remove her top. I gasped as I glanced at her magnificent mounds, the white lace of her bra was straining to keep them in. I knew I wanted to do more than touch them, I wanted to feel her puckered nipples in my mouth, I wanted to make her moan as I gently nipped at her skin with my teeth.

Once I had decided what I wanted to do I wasted no time in doing it. With one hand I pulled the lace to one side and I captured one bullet like nipple in my mouth. As I lavished attention on one tit with my mouth I freed her other one and started to fondle that one with my fingers. Ann shifted on the couch to allow me better access. As she moved I pushed her gently backwards so she was now lying on the couch with me lying between her legs. I could feel the heat coming from between her legs on my stomach and with every pinch and suck she bucked slightly against me.

My appreciation of her assets continued for a few more minutes before, with a voice coated in lust, Ann asked me to kiss her again. The raspiness of her voice was a huge turn on, I loved that I could have that effect on another woman. So we began kissing again, this time we were both topless and lying side by side on the couch. As we kissed we both were exploring each others bodies. If Ann tugged on my nipples I pinched hers and it continued like that for several minutes until we were both obviously incredibly turned on and breathless.

It was then that Ann told me she loved catching me earlier. She admitted that she had seen everything and that she had an image in her head of me touching myself. I told her she could touch me there if she wanted, but only if I could do the same to her. She nodded and began kissing me as her hand reached for the hem of my dress. She raised it up to my waist line to expose my wet panties. As her hand slipped under the lace of my panties I held my breath in anticipation. Ann gasped as her fingers slid over my freshly waxed pussy. Her fingers tentatively explored my most intimate of areas. She was very gentle as she teased my clit with two fingers and then she plunged a finger deep inside me.

As Ann pumped her fingers into me, my hand slowly roamed down her stomach till I reached the waist band of her shorts. With one swift movement I undid the button and pulled down her zip. My hand reached into her shorts to find that she was going commando. Also she doesn’t wax!! She had a thick bush of hair down there and it felt so different. I was used to the feel of my own smooth mound, so the feel of so much coverage was amazing. Ann moaned as I slid my finger over her hardened clit, I knew I should pay it some attention, but I just wanted to get right to the good stuff. So I wasted no time in inserting my fingers deep into her wet hairy pussy. It felt so good to have one finger inside her that I quickly added another. She felt hot and wet and soft and I loved how she moaned as I thrust into her.

We continued like this for quite a while, Ann was playing with my pussy and I was exploring hers and we kissed passionately. I wasn’t very sure what to do so I just touched her like I liked to touch myself and it seemed to be working.

Then Ann’s mouth moved from my lips and she traveled down to my neck. She kissed and sucked down my neck and slowly moved down towards my breasts, she spent a few minutes on each breast and then, to my surprise she moved lower. As she headed lower I thought I would explode with anticipation, I actually needed to feel her mouth on me. I wanted to watch her eat my pussy. She moved painfully slowly towards my soft spot, even when she got close, she just kissed my inner thigh. When she did finally reach it she licked all of me once and then she began sucking and nibbling on my clit. When she pressed two fingers at my entrance I bucked my hips to let her know I wanted her to finger me as she licked me out.

As Ann finger fucked me and ate my pussy I grabbed the lotion and rubbed it into my breasts. I pinched my nipples hard as I watched a beautiful woman work her magic between my legs. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came so I pulled on her hair to stop her. As she raised her head to look at me, I could see the disappointment in her eyes. So I told her that I wanted to see how she tasted.

I had no idea I was going to say that till the words left me lips. I never imagined I would actually find myself wanting to taste another woman’s pussy. But as soon as I said it I knew that that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to lick her and taste her, I wanted to feel her juices run down my chin as I made her cum. I wanted to feel her public hair on my face as she moaned in pleasure.

So I pushed her back so she was sitting on the sofa. I made her spread wide for me, as I positioned myself between her sexy legs. I started kissing her inner thigh. Then I made my way towards her wet center. As I reached my destination I breathed in her intoxicating aroma, I couldn’t wait any longer so I plunged my tongue deep into her slit. It felt so warm and tasted so good I couldn’t believe it. It was an instant turn on, as if I wasn’t already turned on enough. I loved how with one flick of my tongue I could make her moan.

Knowing how much she was enjoying my tongue I decided to see what she would do if I inserted my fingers too. Ann arched her back as soon as my fingers came into contact with her soft moist skin, she groaned loudly as I filled her opening. I knew I must be on the right track as her hand grabbed a fistful of my hair. She positioned my head so my tongue was right on her clit. I concentrated on her little bud with my mouth and I continued to pump my fingers into her. She felt so warm and wet and she tasted so good and I was loving the fact that I could do this to another woman.

After a few more minutes of me finger fucking her and licking and sucking her clit Ann stiffened under me. She screamed my name as she came right onto my face. As she rode out her waves of pleasure I slowed my fingers and allowed her to finish. When she was finished I gave her one last lick and made my way back up her body till I captured her mouth with mine. I knew she was tired after her orgasm but I was still horny and I needed Ann to finish what she had started.

So as I kissed her I grabbed her hand and placed it between my legs, I knew I wouldn’t take long. I was so turned on by making her cum that I knew she would only have to rub me for a minute or two and I would finish. I continued to kiss her as she teased and rub my clit. When I pulled back to moan Ann’s mouth found my nipple. As she bit down on it and flicked my clit I came, hard. I writhed under her hands as I came harder than I ever had. I couldn’t believe it but I actually squirted, I had never done that before. It felt amazing and was well worth my first lesbian experience.

We both lay on the sofa for another few minutes, we were a tangle of naked arms and legs. After about twenty minutes of laying in each others arms Ann suggested we get up and get dressed. I was terrified things would be awkward between us but by the time we were both dressed and had the room straightened out we were chatting as if it had never happened.

We both agreed that it was just a bit of fun on a drunken night so nobody needed to find out. I know I did technically chest on Peter but it was my honeymoon and I knew I would never do anything like that again so what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

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This story is set in Halogaland, a region of Norway, around 600 CE, in the pre-Viking era. All sexually active characters in this story are over the age of 18.

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Herta Einarsdaughter was different from other girls, not in a good way: her parents let her know this early and often. The boys of the village would not let her play with them, and she had no interest in the games the girls played. Trollgirl, the other children called her. So she played by herself, games of her own invention, out in the meadows and forests, away from their coastal village of Holgur’s Bay, when she wasn’t working at the many chores her mother had set for her. Off in the woodlands, she found the companionship of the gods, particularly Freyja and Freyr, who made her feel loved, even if they were not, she suspected, “real” in the ordinary sense of the word. She knew better than to speak of this friendship to anyone.

As she neared womanhood, her mother told her she would have trouble finding a house-bond. Her father was landless: he would never be anything more than a dogsbody for his kinsman the Jarl. There is a man, her mother said, meaning the Jarl, not her father. But the trouble was mostly Herta’s own fault: no man wanted a wife with trollish ways. Herta never understood what was trollish about her: perhaps it was because was, she supposed, not very pretty, with her red hair and big-boned build, or perhaps because she enjoyed the solitude of the forest. But there was nothing to be gained by asking her mother to elaborate on her defects.

In the spring of her fifteenth year, however, her father came home with good news: old Ivar Bjornsson the tanner would take her as his wife. Herta had seen and smelled old Ivar, and she did not consider this good news, but she kept her opinion to herself. It was excellent news, her mother said, she should be grateful. The wedding would be in three days.

* * *

So that night, Herta bundled up her furs, her knife, an axe, a small kettle, a flint, and some bread and cheese, snuck out of her parents’ house, and set off into the forest, praying to Freyja and Freyr to guide her steps. She walked through the night, wanting to put distance between her and the village: her father might come after her for the axe and kettle. By moon-set, she had reached the summit of Wolfsback Mountain. It was too dark to walk further, so she lay down in her furs, gripping her axe, trying not to think about the wolves she heard howling in the distance. She slept for a few hours, till the sun came up. Then she continued on.

Three more days’ journey upland brought her into mountains that had no name. The following day, Herta descended into a broad highland meadow, ringed with sheltering firs and birches. A stream ran through the meadow, feeding into a nearby lake. She spotted a patch of wild asparagus growing, which she gobbled down raw, for her bread and cheese were long gone. Is this the place for me? she asked the gods. She filled her kettle in the stream and drank. Just then, a wild boar, Freyr’s beast, trotted by, thirty or forty paces off, stopping to regard her. With a stately grunt, he continued on into the forest. Perhaps the gods are realer than I guessed. Thank you, Freyr.

With her knife, Herta sharpened the end of a long, straight stick she found, and speared three good-sized fish from the stream. Then she set to work starting a fire with her flint and axe. The fire would keep wolves and bears away. Once it was roaring, she cleaned and grilled the fish, and threw some more of the asparagus in her kettle, which she set in the embers to boil. For the first time since she could remember, Herta ate her fill – her mother was not here to grab food away from her – and she put the remains aside for later. Taking her axe with her in case of predators, she then went into the forest to relieve herself, and walked down to the lake afterward to bathe, for it was a warm, sunny day. Walking back naked to the spot she now regarded as “hers”, she noticed rabbit holes in the ground, and so she spent the afternoon setting deadfall traps, baited with asparagus. As the sun went down, she finished the rest of her fish. Then she wrapped herself in her furs, still naked, and she reached down between her legs and rubbed her cunt till the pleasure came. Then she fell asleep, with a prayer of thanks on her lips to Freyja and Freyr.

The next morning, Herta noticed clumps of wintergrass growing nearby, the grains of which could be boiled into a porridge. This she ate for breakfast, wishing she had a pinch of salt to give it some savour. By the lake she found some flat, sharp-edged stones she could use for wedges, and went to work selecting birches with a straight grain, felling them with her axe, then using the blunt side of her axe-head to drive in the wedges, splitting some of the timbers into clean planks for a roof. The other timbers she dressed and notched. This task occupied her for many days. She worked naked most of the time, to bursa yabancı escort save wear and tear on her clothes, enjoying the warm sunlight on her skin, enjoying not having to worry what other people would think. Meanwhile, she lived on the rabbits she caught in her traps, plus the hazel nuts she gathered in the forest – they were from the previous autumn, but still good – as well as fish, asparagus, and wild radishes she found. It rained once, but Herta was able to take shelter under a large fir before getting too wet. By the time the next storm came, Herta’s hut was completed, snug and dry inside, with a table and bench for preparing food and eating meals, and a raised wooden bedstead to sleep on.

It was high summer now. The forest was full of berries and wild apples, which Herta harvested. She dried what she could not eat on the planks of her roof. The birds that swooped down to grab them she killed with a sling she had made from her belt. Fowl made a nice change from fish and rabbit. Soaking wild flax fibers, she made a linen string, then shaved a sturdy ash rod into a bow. She split a thin birch plank into rough but reasonably straight arrow shafts. Obsidian flakes from the lakeshore she set into the ends as arrowheads, and grouse feathers made fletchings. Now Herta went hunting. She brought down three deer before the weather began to turn cold, drying most of the meat over the fire. The hides she scraped and smeared with the deers’ brains, tanning it into supple leather. And the forest was full of a new crop of hazel nuts. With stores of carrots, turnips, wild barley, nuts, dried venison, and dried fruit, and a pile of firewood bigger than her hut, she settled down for the long, dark winter.

She sang to herself, she carved useful things out of wood, she talked to the gods, she fingered her cunt to comfort herself, and she slept. Sometimes she cried in her loneliness, when the company of the gods was not enough.

In the month of Afteryule, Herta was out one morning, wrapped in her furs, checking her traps for ermine. Instead, she came upon a lone wolf pup, less than a month old, with a wounded front paw. There was no sign of his pack. Cautiously, she held out some dried venison she had in her pouch. Warily the pup sniffed it, whined, and licked his lips. She tossed it to him and he snapped it up. She held out some more. He tried to get up, to come get it, but the pain in his paw prevented him. Slowly, Herta approached him, gently stroking him behind the ears, feeding him more bits of venison from her hand. He whimpered appreciatively. She scooped him up in her arms, taking care not to touch the injured paw, and carried him back to her hut. Within a few days, the wolf, whom she named Silver, was able to limp outside the hut to relieve himself. Then he limped back in of his own volition, drawn by the den-like warmth and darkness of the hut, and by the bowls of venison stew Herta fed him. Silver shoved his nose into Herta’s hand when he wanted his ears scratched or his chin stroked, and he slept curled up next to her in her furs. His paw healed. He grew. She laughed as he frisked in the snow, chasing after sticks she threw. At night, Silver’s full-throated howls seemed to keep other wolves away. In the spring, she taught him to retrieve the birds she brought down with her sling. For the first time in her life, Herta had a companion.

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At the end of her second summer, after replenishing her stores of food for the winter, and replacing the hut’s smokehole with a good stone chimney, Herta set off with Silver, back down to the coast, carrying on each of their backs a heavy bundle of ermine and rabbit furs. She was careful to choose a village several days to the north of Holgur’s Bay. She had no desire to see her parents again. The villagers of Raven Thorpe initially looked askance at the strange, raggedly dressed girl who walked into their midst with a wolf at her side. But their eyes lit up when they saw the quantity and quality of the furs she had brought, fine enough for the priests in Uppsala. In return, she only asked for a young ram and a ewe, and a handful of household items – some needles, an awl, a bolt of linen cloth, a spade, a wooden comb, a sack of salt, and a skillet. Herta Wolfsfriend, the villagers called her.

On the way back into the mountains, the sheep were clearly nervous around Silver, pulling at their halters to keep away from him, while Silver followed after them with keen fascination. But under Herta’s watchful eye, everyone behaved themselves. By the time they were home, the sheep had become more or less inured to Silver’s presence, while Silver had decided that the sheep were now members of his pack.

As the sheep busily acquainted themselves with the lush grasses of Herta’s highland meadow, Herta set to work making herself a new set of clothes. In the past year, she had grown from a half-starved girl into a healthy young woman, and her old clothes were now bursa sınırsız escort coming apart at the seams. She cut and sewed herself a linen shift as her undergarment. For her outer dress and footwear, deerskin leather would be the most practical material. And warm rabbit fur would serve for her winter coat, leggings, mittens and boots. The rest of the linen cloth she made into a mattress, stuffing it with all the feathers she had saved up over two summers. Then she combed out her wild red hair and plaited it into two tight braids, coiling these into a bun, to keep them clean and out of her way.

That second winter was more comfortable than the first. In the spring, her ewe lambed, and that summer, she had good sheepsmilk cheeses to trade, as well as furs. The summer after that, she added honey from her beehives. She traded for a packhorse, to help with her journeys, each year travelling to a different village. She built a barn for her animals onto the side of her house – it could no longer be called a mere hut. She broke her foot one winter, dropping a heavy timber on it, and had to hobble around on crutches for a month or so. But the injury healed up without any lasting lameness. She was lucky: for any debilitating injury or illness, with nobody around to help her, could easily have meant death.

Having seen what her wares were worth, if a village lacked certain goods that she wanted, she began asking for part of her payment in gold coins. For with gold, she could buy the things she wanted from another village the following year, over and above what her wares of that year would fetch.

In this manner, twelve winters passed. Herta was now a plump, well-filled-out woman of twenty-seven.

That summer, in the village of Egil’s Rock, she found herself negotiating with the local Jarl, one Gunnar Arvidsson. Who did she think she was, to demand gold from him? She was nobody, the Jarl spat, a troll-woman living in the wilds. To teach her some humility, he would take all her wares outright, giving nothing in exchange. She had no kinsmen to avenge her. She should grateful he let her leave the village without raping her. So she left Egil’s Rock empty-handed.

It was a bitter lesson for Herta, but the Jarl had put his finger on the cynical truth. Without kin to protect her, to avenge injuries and insults to her, she was at the mercy of the strangers she traded with. She had to figure out how to get through the winter without the trade goods she had been counting on.

* * *

It was early afternoon, three days after her return: Herta was sitting in front of her house weaving a basket, naked as usual, when Silver gave a low growl. A minute later she heard the clop clop of hooves. Heart pounding, she ran inside the house to pull on her shift and grab her bow and quiver, and as she reemerged, she saw, at the edge of the clearing, a heavily laden pack-horse, led by a petite girl of eighteen or nineteen years, with light-brown hair.

“Herta Wolfsfriend, have I found you at last?” the girl squealed excitedly.

“Who are you? Do you come alone?”

“Yes, I am alone, except for this mare. I mean you well, Herta Wolfsfriend. May I approach?”

Herta lowered her bow. “Who are you?”

“I am Solveig Gunnarsdaughter, from Egil’s Rock.”

She raised the bow again. “The Jarl’s daughter?”

“Yes. But look: I’ve brought you all the things on your list, as well as three sacks of fine wheat flour, and five Frankish gold pieces. That is more than you asked for your furs and other goods. Plus this mare.”

“The Jarl sent you to make amends?”

“No, I stole them from him, to bring to you.”

Herta dropped her bow and calmed Silver down, as Solveig approached. Silver, sensing now that Solveig was not a threat, put her in the category of new pack recruit, and bounded up to her, wagging his tail.

“Whooza good wolfy boy then? Whooza a great big shaggy grey puppy?” Solveig stroked his fur, laughing musically. Her laughter tugged at something in Herta’s heart.

“I still do not understand why you have come.”

Solveig did not respond, looking about her and marvelling at Herta’s house, the barn, the sheep pen. “I heard that you ran away from your village when you were a girl. But how did you ever find your way to this well-appointed farmstead, here in the middle of nowhere? However did it get here, even?”

“Freyr helped me find this meadow, but the buildings are my own work.”

“But … this house is finer than many in my village! I expected to find you living in a … a hovel, or a cave or something – if I found you at all.”

“I have worked hard at it. But wait. I have many questions for you, Solveig Gunnarsdaughter. Why did you come here? How did you find me? And what will your father do to you when you return?”

“It will take me some time to answer. First, may I unload my mare and give her water from the stream?”

“Of course. görükle escort I forget my manners, living alone. You may stable her in the barn, beside my horse. Then come into the house, are you hungry? I can give you some grouse with apples and turnips.”

When Solveig entered the house, there was only the one bench to sit on, so she squeezed in next to Herta’s ample bottom. “I will answer your last question first, Herta. I hope I never have to return to Egil’s Rock. Next question: how did I find you? My brother Leif taught me some tracking skills. For much of the way, the trail of your pack horse was not hard to follow. But in truth, I lost your trail this morning, after crossing through a stony pass in the mountains. I prayed to the gods and travelled on blindly, and my mare led me here. In case you’re worried that others – my father’s men in particular – might follow us here, I also know how to hide my tracks. I made sure there is no trail for them to follow.

Solveig hungrily bit into the grilled grouse Herta gave her.

“Final question: why did I come? My father wronged you. For my own sense of honour, I wish to make restitution. But that is just part of the truth. The deeper truth is, I have long been curious about you, Herta Wolfsfriend. More than curious. Ever since I was a girl, I heard stories about the mysterious leatherclad troll-woman from the wastelands, with her magnificent furs and honey. When you came to my village I saw a strong, beautiful woman with hair gleaming like the sun. You live as you please, with honour and dignity, calling no man your master. I too want to live with honour and dignity. I don’t want to live under the thumb of a dishonourable man like my father, or whichever of his henchmen he decides to marry me off to. So I thought, I must see how this amazing woman lives. I must know who you are. I must learn what is in your mind and your heart . . If you will let me.”

Herta was silent for a moment. “I do not know what to say. Your words are very kind. But it shocks me a bit, to hear that this is how you think of me. I’m afraid there is nothing amazing about me.”

Solveig shook her head. “Now that I am here, and I see this magnificent farmstead you have built, I know you are stronger, cleverer, you are more capable, you are more amazing than I had imagined. I wish to live here with you, Herta Wolfsfriend. I can make bread for you. I can tend the sheep. I can cook your meals. I will do whatever you ask of me and more.”

“Of course you can stay here, for as long as you wish. I shall be very glad of your company.” Herta looked sideways at her. “No one has ever called me beautiful before. Least of all a truly beautiful maiden such as you.”

“You think me beautiful?” Solveig laughed nervously. “I have been travelling for five days; I’m mud-spattered and dishevelled and I probably stink.”

“You do not stink, Solveig. You smell like … meadow flowers.”

Solveig blushed. “These flowers are in need of water then. May I go bathe in your stream?”

“There is a lake, just a short walk to the east of here. It is more pleasant for bathing.”

“Come bathe with me then, Herta.”

* * *

The two woman walked down to the lake, Silver running happily ahead of them. The sight of Solveig’s flawless body, as she disrobed, gave Herta a powerful jolt of excitement, like when she touched herself. The feeling grew even stronger when Herta pulled off her own shift and saw the look of rapt approval in Solveig’s eyes.

“Oh, but you … are … beautiful, Herta Wolfsfriend!”

Confused and thrilled, Herta moved into the water, retreating from the smouldering intensity of Solveig’s gaze. The honey-haired woman laughed and ran in after her, splashing happily. Herta splashed back. Silver stayed on the shore and barked at them.

Afterwards, they combed out their hair and lay beside each other on a large flat rock to dry off in the sun.

The pleasure Herta felt lying so close to Solveig made her head swim, made her heart soar, made her skin tingle, made her cunt moisten. She ached to touch Solveig, to hold her, to kiss her honey hair. How will I ever keep my hands off this girl? I can’t possibly let her live with me, I’ll go mad! And yet the thought of Solveig going away, leaving Herta alone again, was unbearably bleak. She had known the young woman for only a couple of hours now, but after a lifetime of dark loneliness, Solveig’s arrival had been a ray of warm sunshine in her heart. She could not give up that sunshine now.

Cautiously, she reached out to touch Solveig’s hand. Solveig took her hand, squeezing it warmly, giving a Herta a lightning bolt of pleasure that went straight to her clitoris … With a surpressed cry, the older woman rolled off the rock and slid back in the water, to hide the orgasm that was still ripping through her body.

“Are you all right, Herta?”

“Sorry, just a … a sudden cramp that came over me.”

“If it’s a cramp, you should come out of the water at once. You’re all wet again now. Let me dry you off with my shift.”

“But your shift will be wet.”

“I can remain naked while it dries, if that does not offend you.”

“Of course,” Herta answered flatly, exasperated, delighted. The boldness of this girl!

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I met Jo down at our local allotment. I was just browsing there to see what I could scrump, the week before I found some lovely strawberries, so I aimed to pick a few more – but unfortunately Jo saw me, and they were growing on his allotment.

Well, the consequence of all that, and to cut a long story short (he threatened to tell the police if I didn’t comply) is that he had something for me to do in his allotment shed, some pricking out of some small seedlings he said, “do you know how to do it?”

I nodded to the negative but he responded that he’d show me.

“First you need a suitably sized dibber and a seed box filled with compost, right? –

But I think, because all the sufferance you have given me, I wondered who it was pinching my produce – I reckon you need teaching a real lesson…”

Not sure of what he meant I started to prick out the seedlings as he showed me.

Then I felt his busy fingers scuffling around me, he told me to bend over the bench, that he’d got a very stiff dibber. My eyes watered as he squeezed me down there. “You like that, Lad? They’re meant to be squeezed and teased – like this, feel it?”

It all came as such a shock I was truly lost for words, not knowing if to yell back off or go with it, the sensations he was giving me were confusing to say the least, the utter shock of it all yet the feeling of enjoyment.

He guided my hand to his trousers, he had a huge swelling – I closed my eyes and wondered when he would stop, his handling was quite rough and I felt any moment he may hurt me. But then he loosened my belt, took down my jeans to the knees, took hold of my cock like it was a lump of meat and stretched it back so tight, swinging me around to face him for a good gander at it – like he was a doctor examining a patient.

“You know you ought to wash behind this?” he said. “It will get all cheesy if you don’t and you will get nasty things wrong with you.” He smiled at me now with that certain look about his eyes, I felt something more was going to happen.

“Ever seen a man’s full grown prick?” he asked.

I stumbled with my words, didn’t quite know what to say but felt he was going to show me no matter what I said. He did and no mistake, he opened his trousers and he lifted it up from behind his pants with his hand and out it popped, balls and all and I saw it growing, and every time he squeezed it lurched upwards.

I was plainly shocked and scared, I had never seen another man’s cock in full erection, it was absolutely terrifying, and that combined with the look on his face, like he was going to murder me.

“Now no need to be scared, Lad – it is just that I want to teach you some fundamentals, want to show you just how it feels with this lodged up your arse. You could say it is another form of pricking out, that I want to plant my seed into your hole, simple as that really, Lad”

I was a little scared and confused, I smelt the combination of freshly un-bagged compost and the pungent odour of his cock as he stretched it firmly back to reveal a huge bulbous knob.

“What do you think then, lad?”

I was still lost for words.

“Squeeze and taste, Lad, get the real feel of mature cock, it is just waiting for you, longing to feel your suck and fuck big time.”

I backed away, I was reluctant and scared still.

“Don’t be a bursa escort bayan dick head,” he yelled. Just feel it, come on, give it a go, don’t you like it?

All the time he was working it, pressing it forward, lurching it out almost touching my face, then I sniffed the odour stronger than ever, there appeared to be some white liquid oozing out.

“That’s okay, that’s just pre-cum, shows it wants your fuck and pronto.”

My senses were alert now, the size of it! And he wanted to get it inside me. I could not bring myself to suck the thing however but he definitely meant business and soon he had me perched front ways over his bench again briskly opening the lid of a jar of Vaseline.

“This will help first time, Lad. It’s gonna hurt but I will be gentle at first, till you get used to it -then you see, you will love it – and then we can enjoy all sorts of new games together.” I felt him smooth his hot hands over my rear end again, giving the cheeks a nibble with a slight pinch, he seemed to like playing with it, nudging and kneading it and I felt a crazy sort of wanting, like I was starting to enjoy his pandering, the way he felt me everywhere, the way he licked and sucked my hole, it seemed like I was starting to go into a sort of a magic trance as he worked his mouth and tongue around and into me.

He even noticed, “Hmm, Lad you like that eh?”

Oh My God. What could I do? Jo was a big guy, six ft tall at least and I was only an eighteen year old midget.. I was beginning to realise why he was asking all those questions beforehand and he’d found out I wasn’t particularly interested in girls, then asking if I was gay? I didn’t reply. When he mentioned that word I was uncertain Well I had never really thought about it. Does not liking girls always mean you must be the other way inclined! Obviously Joe thought so and now I was beginning to feel him stretching the cheeks of my arse again, so wide, telling me to stretch my legs apart, felt his lusty tongue rim me more and more as his fingers tampered with my balls, then that strange new feeling again when he sucked not only my ass but my cock too, he was licking my ass all over and making strange sounds I’d never before encountered – then he grabbed so tight my hips as he started to manoeuvre his throbbing cock into me, and already |I felt the pain of his its huge head enter me, stretching me until I thought he would rip me apart.

“Ouch!” I yelled. That so hurts!

“Be better when you get used to it, Lad you’ll see. You have got a lovely arse, I knew I wanted it first time I saw you, watching you picking my strawberries, you bending and displaying like that, I said to myself I will be fucking that ‘afor long. Now bend it a little more Lad, let me slide a little deeper up inside you, want you to feel the full throb of hard hot prick up your arse. It was made for a good sound fucking, once you have felt cock up there you will never look back, except when I’m behind (he laughed) just to beg me to take you again. Like this …” he worked it deeper up me, I could not even begin to imagine he could get it all inside me, it was so huge. But never the less he continued to work on me, as he slid it further he told me to bite my lip and hold my breath, soon I would no longer be a virgin – soon he will get full penetration and I would discover just what fucking ass is all about. nilüfer escort I felt a sort of numbness, I grabbed the side of the bench tightly as he hammered into me, everything in the shed was rattling, things falling off the shelves, it was pandemonium and Jo was in a world of his own. fucking and fucking me to his hearts content!

The way he was talking – I reckoned I had a real pervert – the smell of him seemed repugnant but he was so strong I had no option than to be submissive for his needs.

He continued to work his length into me, telling me to help it in, that it would be better for me that way, “move it for me, Lad – let’s see how you can move it.”

He began to thrust harder then in and out, sometimes right out which really hurt. And then sometimes missing as he attempted to come back into me, his heavy cock ending up between my crutch, then a moan and a groan and he’d hit the mark second time, and I was full of it again, his huge swelling taking its too out of me. I felt the surge, the pain as he gradually worked it further inside me and the relief when he came away, every time he thrust I heard what seemed likened to the growl if an animal as he surged into me more quickly, his hands beneath me, pulling my balls, nudging my inner thighs as I hoped he would soon be done, the pain was so much now, I wondered if he’d split me, it felt like it. But he was still yelling “fuck it, Lad Fuck it ” then he stopped thrusting and I felt the bulk of it up inside me, hurting like hell, like I wanted to go to the toilet and quick! He stood there silent, apart from the panting of his breath – then he started to move again, edging me to the side one way and then the other, grunting how good I was, what a great fuck I was, and then he started to thrust again, like he was going to screw right through me and out the other side, it was horrendous – until with relief I felt the final surge, his breath so strong as shot his load into me. I was feeling the warmth of his fluid inside me, numb now as he slowly took his thing out of me.

I was almost crying in agony – it was so painful, but now the pain had changed to a numbness, which strangely was quite pleasant.

“That was lovely, Lad. You are okay, you will see, you will want it more and more. Feel the pleasure now.”

True it did seem pleasurable, perhaps I was gay after all, it felt too though he was still inside me but instead of pain it was sheer ecstasy now, feeling the stretching as he fucked me deep, wanting it more and more.

Soon he was showing me how to suck a guy, this time I was persuaded to take it into my mouth, for just a quickie I offered. something which had seemed repulsive to me became a delight and I really looked forward to our regular meetings in the allotment shed, to taste him and feel his cock inside my mouth, then up my arse. Always so good the way he stripped and stretched me, finding new and better ways across the bench to access me. And he even brought some cushions to make it more comfortable as I bent my arse high for his enjoyment, feeling the sensation of his tongue licking and stroking my ass and balls, feeling his hand squeeze my cock to cum as I yelled for his deep fuck now, craving for it – hungry for it. I wanted to be of service to him, to give him all the pleasure my body could muster, to be all arse and balls türbanlı escort for his.

Soon he was up me again, his hands gripping my hip bones now, holding me firm as he went into me different ways, moving his cock this way and that way to get the sensation of his deep throbbing cock all ways. It was so lovely. And to suck him first now was scrumptious, feeling his full firm balls and lapping up his firm round cock head, teasing his p-hole with the tip of my tongue until he shot his cum right onto my face and mouth. Sometimes he ordered me to lay flat on the floor as he wanked is stiffly over my cock, sometimes over my ass, but I think he really preferred to see it drench my mouth and face, as eventually I took it upon myself to swallow it all down. When I did I knew I had achieved what I wanted to achieve, now I knew the pleasure of being gay, what it meant to be of service to another like that, to be wanted and needed so passionately and to enjoy in so many different ways.

But one day Jo’s secret was blown. He’d just fucked me in the shed, by now he had brought some cushions to make it more comfortable, and it was lovely being all ass for him, he complimented that it was a quality ass and my fuck was equally so.

But Tom, another guy who had his allotment nearby, knocked at the locked door yelling “Is that you in there, Jo?”

Poor Jo was still stiff inside me, his cock just coming up to the boil, he pulled it out and I felt the breeze between my cheeks, feeling behind my hole was well wet and still wide open.

He was truly panicking, I guess the last thing he wanted is to be found out he was fucking a young guy in his allotment shed, what would his Mrs. Say, Yes I found out he was married, he reckoned she didn’t give it to him any more so he went for being Bi – less complicated he said.

Anyway I have never seen a guy pull up his trousers so quickly. He whispered for me to hush up, for me to hide in the corner, that he’d go out and lock up, and come back when the coast was clear, or better still he said he’d slide the key under the door so I could reach it and get out. Keep an eye out through the window and when it’s clear vamoose yes, Lad? And I’ll make up to you next time…”

I didn’t have time to reply, he was away and gone and I heard him making a vain excuse as to what was going on.

“I was banging up some more seed boxes, Tom” got so many more seedlings to prick out come the Spring eh?”

“I thought you had a lass ain there or something,” Tom replied with a mischievous tone.

Later, when the coast was clear I made for my exit, couldn’t see Jo so he must have gone home. I walked up the path to the exit leading to the road where I lived.

Then I heard steps behind. This bearded guy tapped on my shoulder. It came out that he saw me come out of the shed.

“He was with you, lad – wasn’t he.”

“Don’t know what you mean” I covered.

“No point on fooling me, I am a retired detective,” he said. And it was plain what was going on, I heard everything, the shed isn’t exactly sound proof you know!”

“So the games up then, you are going to let the cat out of the bag, Tom – that is your name Isn’t it?”

“Ah! you know my name, then that proves it, you must have been in the shed when Jo came out, to have heard him call my name!”

Now I’d really put Tom in it.

“So what will happen now, you gonna shop us or something, it wasn’t exactly a public place was it?”

“That wasn’t my intention at all, Lad. Buy maybe you would like to come and see my seedlings – and I have a much more comfortable shed than Tom!”

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Alone. Aroused. Thinking of her. Thinking of her hands, mouth, and body swallowing me, slithering over me, under me, through me, leaving a trail of shivers. Fingertips starting at my head touching my scalp, gliding over my brow, winding their way down my face, light as air, a whisper of touch. I inhale deeply and smell her musky scent causing an instant reaction. Desire. Lust.

She is here. I am not alone. I am not imagining her. Her fingers snake their way across my face caressing all features, my nose, and my lips with which I must taste her. I slip them into my mouth, savoring them. They run across my cheeks, wet, towards my ears. One hand towards each ear they circle around and around tantalizing me until they come to rest on the earlobes, swirling, kneading them, sending sensations crawling down my nerves. Those delicious fingers make their way back to the nape of my neck causing me to arch my head to allow access to that special, sensitive spot. Tingles run down my spine. I breath deeply, relaxed yet alert. My every nerve is on fire.

“Roll over” her calm voice, says.

Languidly I turn over settling on my stomach, hands above my head. I smell the heavenly scent of lavender. Her hands return to my neck, slippery with warm oil. They slide over my muscles that have turned to mush. Hands glide over my flesh, massaging every inch of my shoulders and back. I melt into the bed, letting out a low moan. The world disappears. I bursa escort bayan only know of the music being played on my body. The sweet song of her touches running over my back and down my spine, alive with her electric current.

Her large hands reach my sides touching that sensitive area, causing me to jump just a little. They knead their way down my backside circling, probing, feeling, and rubbing. Strong hands work magic on me. My buttocks dissolve to her touch. Her fingers gently probe into the hidden areas making me squirm in anticipation of what shall come. But they move away from there and continue to wriggle over the flesh of my ass, kneading.

They wander lower to my thighs and I can’t help but open them. My juices are flowing. Sensual arousal sets deeply within my loins but she teases. My thighs are caressed and fondled, fingers coming dangerously close to my lower lips and brushing against the hair. Her touch is intoxicating. I am drunk with desire yet she will not relent and touch me where I yearn for it.

Her hands continue down my legs spreading them wider. She misses not a single inch. My skin is on fire. She reaches my feet where she pays a great deal of attention knowing how much I enjoy that. Thumbs press into the balls of them taking away all tension; great, strong circles, massaging into the heels.

She adeptly manages to roll me over while still massaging. With one hand on each leg, she works her görükle escort way up the ankles and shins causing tremors to flow upward. Her thumbs circling up the inner thighs, she climbs up. I have no control. I am putty in her hands. My legs open wider on their own. I am shivering in anticipation. Her hands brush against my hair, her thumb grazing my moist lips and I tremble, gasp, shake but she doesn’t stop there. She will leave no part of my body untouched.

I am wild with lust now. I know that if I try to touch her she will stop, so I refrain, with difficulty. Her hands are now on my stomach, melting, slippery with the oil. My hips and waist fall under her spell. She creeps up to my breasts. They are erect, waiting for her. She circles then with just her fingertips around and around closing in on my nipples. The closer she gets, the harder they become. They ache for her touch, her mouth. The heat of her fingers gets nearer, finally touching them. My back arches instantly to her touch. I let out a loud moan, breathing deeply. My hands are clenched behind my head for control. My eyes shut tightly.

I can smell her hair near my face and I yearn to kiss her, taste her. Her head lowers down to one breast while her hand is on the other twirling the nipple. I lift myself up to her mouth, crazed, panting. Her tongue lashes out and licks my nipple sending waves of heat down my body. She cups both breasts in her hands and bursa escort bayan plays with them while her snakelike tongue moves back and forth. She sucks hard on my nipples then nibbles them. My body moves up and down with my breathing. She lightly bites and I groan, enjoying the pain.

I cannot take much more. I need her mouth elsewhere. I need to feel her sweet, wet, warm lips on mine, on my lower lips. They are throbbing with desire. As if she senses this, she slowly moves down my belly with gentle kisses, raising all the hairs on my body. Nearing, nearing. I quiver with excitement as I feel her hot breath swirling in my hair. Her fingers twirl through it, teasing. My legs spread wide for her. I am on fire. Her lips and tongue nuzzle deeply together and caress my waiting lips and clit. I lose control and let out a long, loud moan. I completely surrender to her. It won’t be long now. My climax is building.

I struggle to keep from thrashing all about concentrating on all the sensations flowing through me. Panting deeply and gyrating my hips, I give in to the inevitable explosion. The blood rushes to my head. My body feels the fireworks going off. My entire soul is lost in oblivion as waves and waves of pleasure rush through me and I let out a low, deep, animalistic moan that allows the intense orgasm it’s total release. It goes on and on draining me yet she does not let up. She continues with complete concentration until at last I can take no more. I grab her head and pull her up my body. I want to kiss her, taste my juices on her mouth. We kiss for an eternity when at last I must speak of my final desire. I whisper in her ear in a deep guttural voice……

Fuck me. Fuck me hard.

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Cindy and I got ourselves together and headed to the party my friend, Rob, was throwing. I had planned to attend because Rob was a musician and always seemed to be surrounded by scads of beautiful women. As we drove, Cindy slid across the seat and slipped her arm around me, resting her head against my shoulder as we drove.

“Greg, I can still feel your cum in my ass,” she said softly, her right hand resting on my thigh. “It makes me feel all loosy-goosy!”

I smiled, glancing down at her as I drove.

“You felt plenty tight to me,” I said, laughing.

There wasn’t a parking spot in sight on the street where Rob lived. We wound up parking blocks away, and walking in our costumes. When we got to Rob’s, we could tell the party was raging. Music was blasting, people were drinking, smoking who-knows-what, and some were sprawled out in chairs, couches, and on the floor, making out.

Almost immediately, a lovely young woman dressed like a vampire came up to me, whispering, “Sister, save this sinner.” I jumped a bit as her hand slid down my back, gripping my ass rather tightly. I turned to speak to Cindy, but she was across the room speaking earnestly with a cute, slender, brown haired woman, also dressed like a school girl.

My vamp, who told me her name bursa escort was Jessie, seemed really eager to have her way with me. She led me to a bedroom where two other couples were fucking on the floor. Jessie pushed me onto the bed and rolled me over. I looked over my shoulder, and she was smiling wickedly.

“I want to slip my tongue into your pussy, sister,” she said.

She spread my legs and raised my dress, pushing it up over my ass. Gripping the elastic band of my boxers, she yanked them down and off. She slid her hands slowly up over my calves, thighs, and onto my ass cheeks. I could feel her hot breath on my ass as she spread them. My cock, despite recently depositing a huge load of cum in my sisters ass, was rock hard, pressing into the bed beneath me.

“Sister, are you ready to feel my tongue,” Jessie asked, teasingly.

“Oh god, yes, please!”

I’d never been rimmed before, and when her tongue slipped down my crack and over my clenched asshole, I thought I’d faint. I gasped involuntarily as she swirled her tongue over my ass, teasing me mercilessly, then pressing hard against my opening. It almost felt like she was trying to fuck me with it. I tried to relax, tried to accept her intruding tongue. I opened my eyes and watched escort bayan the two kids next to me as they fucked. The guy was on his back, eyes closed, hands gripping the girl’s breasts as she ground herself on his cock. She wasn’t moving up and down, but in circles, with his cock deep inside her.

All of a sudden I realized that Jessie’s tongue had made its way into my virgin ass. She was fucking my ass with her tongue. Inarticulate gibberish spewed from my mouth as I was overcome with pleasure. I gripped the sheets desperately, trying to thrust my ass back against her lingual probe. All of a sudden, she stopped. The cool evening air seemed to rush over my still glistening ass. Then, I felt her climb over me, lay on top of me, and start to grind against my ass. It felt really good feeling her on top of me, and I pushed back against her. I felt her adjust her clothes, and felt her bare skin against mine. All at once, though, I realized that there was something amiss. Instead of the soft curve of a female mons, there was a significantly masculine penis rubbing against my ass.

“It won’t hurt a bit,” Jessie whispered, sliding her cock into the crack of my ass, slipping it lower until it pressed against my spit-slickened hole.

“Just relax some more, bursa escort lover,” she whispered, rocking her hips gently.

I opened my eyes again, watching the two kids on the floor. Now she was on her back, and he was on top, her legs over one shoulder, her knees pressed against one breast as he thrust powerfully into her. Her fingers grasping at his hips, trying to pull more of him into her.

Suddenly, I felt Jessie slipping into my ass. This was obviously destined to be a night of firsts. At first, the intrusion into my virgin ass seemed shocking and strange but, after a few moments, my ass relaxed even more and her thrusts began to awaken feelings in me I’d never known. I started to moan and shake like a mad man.

“That’s your prostate, lover,” Jessie whispered in my ear as she thrust more deeply into my quivering ass.

Waves of hot white pleasure shot through me, feeling like I was splitting apart into a million pieces. Jessie began to move faster now, fucking me harder, sending her cock into me with such force that my teeth rattled. Her breathing was ragged, and all of a sudden I felt her stiffen, her cock twitching and pulsing deep inside me. I knew she was cumming, cumming in my ass.

Consciousness slipped away, and I went spinning off into a blissful oblivion for a time. As mind and body reunited, and my vision returned, I realized that Jessie had departed, leaving me rather exposed and open. The lovers I had admired were gone now, too. The room was quiet, and I slipped into a restful sleep.

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