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About five years back, my Uncle Stew passed away. This necessitated a few changes in Aunt Beth’s life. The first of which was that Uncle Stew’s daughter from his first marriage had to come back home to live.

Aunt Beth wasn’t her mother, Maggie’s mom had died when she was only 4 years old. Maggie was at the time of her father’s death nearly 21 but in some ways – she’d always be child. Aunt Beth had legally adopted my cousin and Maggie was her daughter in all ways emotional and legal. Maggie had received special schooling that taught her basics of self care. She had never managed reading and writing, but could handle most conversations.

Aunt Beth lived in Buffalo. She had not yet gotten a driver’s license. I lived in Virginia at the time. Maggie was living in a group home near the border of NY and PA that specialized in teaching social skills and integration into society. Aunt Beth had been planning to take a Greyhound bus to fetch Maggie, but I offered to make the drive. I was in the process of transferring back the the western NY area and it would give me an opportunity to check out listings and visit with my aunt and cousin. The rest of the family had spread out to Florida and Colorado – so I was the closest relative. My marriage had ended two years earlier and getting away from Virginia and back to NY was to hopefully put the past behind me and help me move on. Since picking Maggie up was on the way back, it made little sense to go on past and pick up Aunt Beth and then back track – hours of extra driving after many hours of driving.

I started out at about 3AM, it’s the time I’m used to waking up. I made it to the NY-PA border at 1pm and found Maggie’s group home quickly with the ease of internet maps. She was waiting with just one suitcase. Her few belongings (and they were few) were being shipped back. I showed ID, but given that we shared an uncommon surname and Maggie recognized me (and wholeheartedly hugged me) it was enough for the people running the home and we were out of there in under 20 minutes.

A simple girl with simple tastes, we stopped at Burger King and sat and ate whoppers and drank coke. I discussed the end of my marriage while Maggie sat and listened…

“I’m probably boring you,” I said as I realized that she might not understand half of what I was saying.

“No, it’s like All My Children,” she said and smiled and put her small hand on mine, “You can tell me.”

She was right – the end of my marriage had been very much like a soap opera. We sat awhile and finished everything but the french fries – Burger King gives out too many of those with their meals. She talked mostly about TV and movies and movie stars and Hollywood gossip. She surprised me with some of the words she used. My ideas of her lack of intelligence changed as we carried on more of a conversation than I ever would have thought possible. More than we had ever done previously. Of course, there was a large age difference, I was in my thirties and Maggie was early twenties. I had been in VA for nine years and back for visits perhaps 5 times. As relatives, we knew each other – but just barely.

The Burger King was next to a gas station and we fueled and hit the road. Maggie loved playing with the radio and knew many of the songs on stations I would have never tuned in. She particularly liked the BackStreet Boys and got very excited when one of their songs came on. We were only a couple hours from Buffalo and had plenty of time to get there before dark. I decided to impress my tall cute blond cousin with a small token gift and I exited the expressway and headed for a shopping center.

“I have to pick up a couple items, before we get to your mom’s house.” Maggie just smiled and rocked a bit to the music. “Come on in with me,” I said (knowing I couldn’t leave her there in the car alone). I opened her car door and she hopped out and took my hand. It was conditioning I’m sure, Maggie just went with the flow on everything. A smiling, happy stunning blond tagging along with me – it gave me pause to think about the types of women I’d been involved with and those I might involve myself with Gaziantep Escort İlanları – if I ever started dating again.

So, I enjoyed the time with my cousin. We walked around the shopping center and talked and laughed and had an ice cream cone and I bought some incidentals and also a little surprise – for her. She held my hand the whole time as we walked and I smiled more that afternoon than I had in years.

When I realized that it was just after 4 PM, I told Maggie that we really had to get going and we carried our shopping bags back to the car and put them in the trunk with Maggie’s suitcase. My two suitcases and a couple boxes filled the back seat. A few minutes after we hit the road, I turned off the radio and saw the first sign of a small pout on Maggie’s face. “I’ve got something for you,” I said and watched her eyes light up. I slipped a small bag from my jacket pocket and handed it to her. When she saw the BackStreet Boys cassette, she threw herself at me and gave me a great big kiss on the lips that damn near knocked us off the road. She started bouncing up and down and laughing and mumbling about having had that tape but it had been “stole”.

She popped it into the car’s cassette player and sang with every song. She can’t sing, but the songs themselves weren’t too bad. A modern Donny Osmond type music. Halfway through the second side of the tape, Maggie suddenly turned off the music….

“I gotta pee..” she said and was now holding her crotch.

“I’ll try and find a restroom,” I said. I was starting to also feel the need, but we were in the middle of nowhere.

“I gotta go now!!!” Maggie was almost in panic.

I pulled off the highway on to an unmarked dirt road that may have just been tractor path and not a road at all.

“This is the best I can do on short notice,” I told her while back tracking in my mind our few hours together and realizing the fact that she had never used a restroom at the Burger King, gas station or shopping center.

Maggie got out of the car, doing a little pee dance while she dropped her dark blue skirt and stepped out of it. She took the time to brush it off and fold it and put it on the seat of the car — all the time in obvious discomfort with the need to pee by the movements she made. I watched her and she didn’t seem to care that I watched. Big cousin in the big brother role, perhaps? Next, were her oversized white old woman style panties which she also took time to fold and place on top of the skirt on the seat. She had a perfect behind. A round model’s ass with no pimples and no defects. She also had a very furry patch of dark blond pubic hair. No trimming there! I couldn’t help but almost laugh as she started taking off her sneakers. She was still fidgeting from her frantic need to piss, but the need to undress properly overshadowed that. Maggie removed one sneaker and placed it on the floor inside the car and then she took off her knee sock. Maggie had a small foot for a tall girl. She stood nearly 5 foot 10, but her shoe size was only a 6.

She turned the sock right side out and folded it and placed it on top of her panties — as I knew she would! While untying the second sneaker I got a good look between her legs. She was bent slightly and spread enough that I could clearly see her entire pussy opening! Cousin or not – this women was making me horny!!!

She got the second sneaker untied and placed it neatly beside the first sneaker. Again she folded her sock.

She glanced at me and smiled, “Now I can pee…” she said without a care at all that I was watching intently. She bent her knees slightly and immediately her pee started whizzing out. “Ahhh.” she said and looked at me. “Thank you. I really had to pee didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did!” I said with my eyes watching every drop leaving her young cunt. I’d been in this situation other times in the past, but never with anyone so lovely. It was a shame when the last few drops fell and she finally stood up completely.

As she dressed, slowly and in complete reverse of her undressing – I asked, “Why didn’t you go at the restaurant or tell me sooner?” That’s when I learned an important fact about Maggie…

“You didn’t remind me.” she said in a little girl voice while she stood bare ass trying to tie the second sneaker. Any other woman would have first slapped on the skirt for cover. “Can you tie?”

Now, she had another problem and it involved me getting out of the car and giving assistance to a blond goddess, who from the waist down wore only one sock and one sneaker. I made my way around the car to where my cousin was patiently waiting.

“I try to tie. I really do.” She tossed the lace aside and leaned back against the car while I got down nearly on my knees. She raised her leg and put her foot on to my leg. This parted her legs and gave me a great view this time of the other side. She had a pretty, slightly large or slightly swelled clit that was close enough to almost kiss. I had to watch where her foot went as I had a massive hard on! I tied the first sneaker and waited while she put on the second sock and second sneaker. OK, I didn’t just wait – I kind of supported her with my hands on her waist and for a second on her butt while she bent and put them on. Very gentlemanly of me – I could have stood back and just looked. And I would have had a better view!

Then, came the time of putting on the panties. Maggie held onto me as she stepped into them. She wrapped her skirt around and buttoned it. Finally and unfortunately – she was decent again.

“Do you have to pee?” She asked me with a smile. “See…I reminded YOU!” She poked a finger at my chest and then laughed and threw herself into my arms. She gave me another big wet sloppy kiss and a hug. We were laughing and smiling and nearly falling in the puddle Maggie had made. I kissed her back and gave her a bit of a lip lick.

“You kiss good.” She said, “Don’t forget to pee.” Neither statement had anything to do with the other and it reminded me that although I was with a very desirable women – she was my mentally challenged cousin. She wasn’t going to let me leave this side road without peeing and I wanted to accommodate her. My raging hard on stood in the way. I decided my next move. I unzipped my pants and was about to remove my engorged penis when Maggie put her hand on my hand (which was inside my fly hole)…

“No. You have to take off your sneakers first.” Didn’t my cousin know that men could just whip it out and piss? So, you know what I did…first a sneaker and then a sock and then another sneaker and another sock. I lowered my jeans and was thankful that I was wearing a clean pair of decent looking briefs — because never in my wildest imagination could I have ever thought this would happen! Finally, I lowered the briefs and handed them to Maggie, who neatly folded them and put them on the driver’s seat. I stood before my cousin totally exposed – my dick pointing up toward the sky.

“That’s a big penis!” Maggie said as she looked over at it. “Does it feel as hard as it looks?”

OK, enough is enough – I’m only human!!! I told her to “check it out”. I moved closer and she looked closer. Her small hand reached out and encircled my shaft. Then, she surprised the hell out of me by shoving it in her warm wet mouth. She bobbed her head back and forth and stroked my meat – she was damn near expert at it. I felt obligated to ask her what she was doing.

She pulled my dick out long enough to say, “Blowjob” and then went right back to it! I hadn’t had one in years – I wasn’t going to stop her! I put my hands in her soft long bond hair and I didn’t even have to imagine anyone else blowing me (like you sometimes have to do when it’s a ugly, fat skank blowing you) — it was a beautiful, long-haired young blonde sucking me. Life doesn’t get any better. And, I somehow knew that after I shot off in her mouth and apologized for the massive load – she wouldn’t bitch me out. She’d take the situation as she took everything else – with a big smile! I felt my balls tightening up and soon I did shoot into her mouth in wave after wave. She sucked it all down. Every single drop. She cleaned and polished the head of my dick expertly. I must have said, “Oh my God!” at least a dozen times. Maybe more!!!

Finally, her mouth was finished and she took my soft cock out of it and looked up into my eyes, “Was that good?” she asked with a giant cock-sucking smile.

“That was fantastic.”

“Five dollars.”

“What?” I looked at her in disbelief! I couldn’t believe my ears! She was smiling and now had her hand out!

“You can get it back if you lick me!” she said. So much for innocence! I thought. Maggie continued, “It’s a game we played at Hawley (the name of her group home). We saw it in a movie and we played it for weeks with monopoly money. We passed the money around and Denise almost got rich!!!”

I had to remember that this 21 year old body had the mind of a child, although I had already taken advantage of her by letting her suck me off – I couldn’t pay her $5. If her mother asked where the $5 came from – I imagined some kind of charges and jail time. “That was just a movie, Maggie and this is real” I said, “I’ll lick you and we’ll be even but we can’t use money!”

“You gotta pee first, cause licking me is gonna make that penis big again!” She was right and I did have to piss. I turned away from Maggie, not out of shyness, but because to piss toward her and all over my car would have made no sense! As I felt the urine begin to flow from my cock, I also felt Maggie press herself and her chest up against my back. Her arms encircled me and her left hand took my dick away from my left hand.

“I like this,” Maggie said as she started to move my cock around like a garden hose, “It must be fun to have a penis. Do you play with it a lot?” Such questions, I thought!

“Do you touch yours a lot?” I questioned. I had just finished peeing and she was still holding it – I had to keep the conversation going in the right direction.

“I asked you first!” she stated – like I wasn’t playing fair.

“Yes I do,” I admitted and I was telling the truth.

“I like other people to touch mine. I like it licked and I like it filled up big.” I was unsure whether she meant “filled” as being filled with spunk or if she just meant with large objects (which would explain her gaping pussy hole I’d seen minutes earlier). Looking at my watch, we’d only been in this Lane for about 10 minutes. But, I didn’t want to push my luck. I quickly dressed (and Maggie made me do it in her proper order) and we got out of there. I promised her that I would lick her, we just had to find a better place.

“Why don’t you take me to a motel?” Maggie. I hadn’t thought of that, which was why we were still driving not off having some type of sex.

“OK, but what would we tell your mom? She knows we should get there in less than two hours and it’s already been 4 hours and we still have over an hour of driving left.”

“Take me to a motel and LICK ME!” How do you argue with a statement like that from a gorgeous blond?

“We might have to tell a fib to your mom? Would that be a problem?”

“I think that we should just lie to her. You don’t think that slow people lie all the time , too?”

“You shouldn’t call yourself “slow”…”

“I AM slow. I know it. You know it. You lie if you say I’m not slow. I don’t like “retard” or “dummy” or “stupid”, but “slow” just means that I don’t think things as fast as you – not that I can’t think! And not that I can’t do other things maybe even better than some people.” At that point, I was fully dressed and her hand went to my crotch and gave it a very light squeeze.

“We’ll tell your mother that I had car trouble and that we’ll get a room and start early in the morning.”

“Not too early – I want to get licked in the morning, too. Don’t you want another blowjob in the morning?”

I’ll take a blow job any time I can get one, I thought. “We’ll get started right after the car is fixed – even if it’s afternoon. Let’s get a motel room and then call your mom.” I said.

Aunt Beth took it quite well and seemed to think nothing was up. She and Maggie talked for about 10 minutes and about nothing important. I took the phone back and promised to call again in the morning. Aunt Beth ended the conversation with, “Take good care of her.”

I planned to do that in ways my aunt would never imagine!

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Nia, Jean and Naomi

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Note: This is a story of girl-girl sex in which one of the girls has a penis and is perceived by herself and others as a female.

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Nia is genetically a female but was born with a penis and testacies and not a vagina. She looks out at the world as a female. She never questioned her sexuality. She accepts what she is. She was born and raised in Africa to and by a pair of doctors who worked with Doctors without Borders. In Africa she saw much diversity in people and readily accepted it. She is attractive, intelligent, articulate and self-confident. She is in the States attending an all-woman’s college.

Jean is Nia’s roommate. She had raped Nia consensually and repeatedly. It was easy to impale herself on Nia’s cock once she fondled it to become erect. The experience led Nia to learn more about sex and her unique situation. With the help of Cindy, to whom she was referred to by a local GP, she learned the difference between recreational and love making sex. With Cindy, she learned how to pleasure a woman. Cindy, literally, could not get enough of Nia. Her cock was an instrument of pleasure affixed to a maestro. Cindy was a highly paid escort for highly placed people. Although having sex was not required she did share intimacies with several selected clients.

From her experience with Cindy, Nia began to manage Jean in their sexual activities. Jean readily allowed Nia to guide her. Jean was getting what she needed. Nia’s first thought was one of revenge, to make Jean her slut. Thinking about it, though, did not sit well with her. She thought Jean was a nice enough person, just one with a high need for sex.

Nia’s intention was not to understand why Jean was like she was. Rather she wanted to recognize what Jean was about and enable her to have experiences that allowed her, Jean, to better understand herself. Nia would respect Jean as she, Nia, respected herself.

In their room, they were very relaxed. Out of the room, Nia would wear a gaff to hold her penis and testacies close to her body. In the room she let them hang free. Neither wore panties. She and Jean would wear a short skirt, usually a tennis skirt, in case anyone came into the room. Neither of them wore a bra in the room. Their tops, whether a blouse or a t-shirt, would not be tucked in.

Each took delight in the playfulness of it, the fondling and being fondled.

Jean would often reach under Nia’s skirt to briefly fondle her penis. She liked the feel of it in her hand especially as she would feel it harden. She would reach and fondle Nia’s breasts either over her shirt or reaching under it. Nia liked to fondle Jean’s pussy.

They would look to one another to release tensions. Their desk chairs had arms on them. If one was particularly stressed she would hook her knees over the chair arms and draw the other’s attention to it. The other would come over, drop to her knees and orally pleasure the other until she came. Then with a mouthful of cum, she would rise and kiss the other sharing.

They liked to share. A special treat for Jean occurred every time Nia fucked her. Nia would always go down on her afterwards to collect their combined nectars and share it with her.

It was not uncommon for either of them to slip into the other’s bed at night, wiggle down to latch onto a breast and suckle it until she fell off to sleep. They would often awake in the same position. Nia liked it very much especially when she was in Jean’s bed and awoke first. She would suckle Jean awake. There was something about it that transcended the physical nature of it all.

Because of all their “fooling around”, they were never super horny. Intercourse was something special. They would plan for it. They might go out for pizza and beer or to one of the nearby college restaurants. It was like a date but wasn’t a date. It was an opportunity for them to just be together and share one another’s attention and focus. They would return to their room, shower together in the ensuite bathroom, which was a tight fit, and crawl into bed together, facing one another.

They would always start by telling the other what they liked about her and to thank her for those little things that she done on the other’s behalf during the recent days. While doing this each would caress the other on their arms, their shoulders and their face. As they shared, they would come together to kiss. At the start, the kisses were sisterly but their intensity grew until they were kissing one another hungrily, mouth’s wide open, tongues caressing and dueling with one another.

The range of their caressing would increase, first to the breasts and then to the nipples. They had learned how the other liked to have their breasts and nipples aroused. During all of it, their kissing would become more passionate, more hungry.

Their hands would moved down until Nia was fingering Jean’s pussy, rubbing her clit with the flat of her figures or inserting the first to second joint of an index finger into Gaziantep Escort Reklamları the her vagina and pulsing it or caressing her G-spot. Jean meanwhile would have begun fondling Nia’s cock. She’d squeeze it tightly. She’d stroke it. What she really liked to do was to tease the crown like she liked her nipples teased. She wanted to make the crown as sensitive to touch as her nipples. One of them would roll over onto her back. It was a signal for the other to scoot down and orally pleasure her.

It didn’t matter which. Each enjoyed giving and getting. If Nia did it she would end up fucking Jean from behind and then clean up Jean’s pussy of her nectar and share it with soul reaching kisses. If Jean did it, she would ride Nia, let their cum seep out and pool around Nia’s cock, clean it all up with her mouth and share it with Nia with the same kind of kisses. After the sharing the other would scoot down and clean up the other. Returning to face one another they would tell one another what they enjoyed the most that night, kissing one another appreciatively until they fell asleep. During the night they would change positions, one spooning the other. When they awoke the spooner would be cupping a breast, a pussy or a cock depending on who was spoonee. The first thing was for the spoonee was to turn to face the other and embrace and kiss.

They enjoyed and appreciated one another. They were happy roommates.

During the school’s Parents Weekend, Nia met Jean’s mother. Nia sensed that she was exceptionally welcoming and warm to her. Jean and her folks invited Nia to join them for the Parents’ Reception. During the evening Jean’s mother pulled Nia away to a side room where she thanked Nia for being such a wonderful roommate to Jean. Because of her influence, Jean had settled own and had become an outstanding student. She was very appreciative of that. And then she “dropped the bomb”.

“I understand,” she said, “that you are equipped differently than most women, that you have a beautiful penis and that you know how to use it. Jean told me how she raped you but instead of retaliating you helped her get her head “on straight”. You taught her what recreational sex was about and you both enjoy it together. I think that is wonderful. Thanks you very much. My Jean is a very fortunate girl.”

Nia was taken back. “You’re welcome.” she replied. “I like Jean. She’s s a nice person. She just got caught up in the boy-girl high school scene and brought it to college with her. I am happy that I was able to help.”

What Jean’s mother said next shook her deeply. “Would you be interested in helping others of your classmates? We mothers have talked. We are deeply concerned about our daughters and how they are being introduced to sex. We hear about abstinence until marriage but in today’s’ world that is not realistic. Sex is too much fun. It feels too good when done right. Based upon what I’ve seen with Jean, you know how to do it right. I’m sure that the mothers would be very financially appreciative of your help.”

“Wow!” exclaimed Nia, “It never entered my mind. Let me think about it.”

They returned to the others.

When Nia and Jean returned to their room Nia told Jean about her conversation with Jean’s Mother. Jean’s reaction was one of fear. “Are you angry with me for telling my Mom? I’ve always had an open and honest relationship with her. It flowed out naturally when she questioned what had changed such that I was doing better in school.”

“No problem.” Nia quickly said and went over to her and hugged her. “I have a similar relationship with my Mom. I understand.”

A couple of days later, while Nia and Cindy were cuddling after sex, Nia told Cindy about it.

Cindy sat up. “Wow! What a wonderful opportunity. I think that you’d do outstandingly. I look at your relationship with Jean and I wonder what was it that enabled you to do that. It is more than what I taught you about sex. It seems to be how you think about other girls. Maybe it is because you have a cock and not a pussy but whatever it is, it sets you apart. Go for it!”

Then Cindy asked, “How are you going to come out about your penis? You are not going to be able to keep it a secret if you want to pursue this opportunity. In fact, “coming out” might increase your opportunities.”

Nia grew concerned. She had never thought about “coming out”. “I don’t know,” she said to Cindy.

“Well how much different is it than if you were a lesbian and came out? You are what you are. The longer you wait the more difficult it will be; the more it will weigh upon you. Yes, there are risks that some will turn away but there are others who will turn towards you.”

Nia thought for a moment and replied, “There are a group of girls who routinely go to the nude beach. I’ll go with them. It will be a natural “coming out”. I accepted a long time ago that I am what I am. I wear a gaff only so that my clothes appear as they should.”

When she returned to her room, Nia discussed it with Jean and Jean wanted to join her.

Nia and Jean went to the beach that weekend. When they arrived they sought out the group from school. Jean disrobed quickly. Nia took her time. She wasn’t wearing the gaff. When she slipped down her short, things got very quiet. She stood up proudly, thrust out her pelvis and said to all, “I’m a little different.” That broke the “ice”.

There was great laughter, some “I’d say so.”, a lot of “Wow’s” and a lot of chatter. Most of the girls were curious and over the course of the next hour would come over and chat with Nia. Being at a nude beach, seeing a cock was not a big deal. Seeing a cock together with a set of nice breasts was unusual but, heck, there is so much diversity one sees at a nude beach that it was readily accepted.

Nia was pleased with her “coming out”. It reinforced her belief that it is not what you are that counts, it is who you are.

By the end of the following week, it was known throughout the school. Nia had celebrity status for a few days and then everything returned to normal.

The Dean of Students had contacted Jean to inquire if Jean was uncomfortable sharing a room with Nia. Jean responded so enthusiastically that the Dean felt embarrassed for asking. The “coming out” had its moment in the limelight and passed.

Nia called Jean’s mother and told her that she’d be interested.

A few days later, Nia received a phone call from Helen Winters, the mother of a fellow student at the college. She had said that she had been speaking with Jean’s mother and that she suggested that she, Helen, call Nia. Nia arranged to meet with Helen the following day in town for lunch.

The meeting went well. Helen was very impressed with Nia. She felt comfortable going forward with the idea. When she started talking about arrangements, Nia stopped her. “Let me meet your daughter and see what kind of connection exists between us. If there is not a sufficient connection there is no reason to pursue it further.” Helen told Nia her daughter was: “Naomi”, and gave her Naomi’s telephone number.

When Nia returned to her room, she asked Jean if she knew a “Naomi Winters”. Jean said that she did. Naomi was in one of her classes. Nia asked Jean to set up a meeting.

A couple of days later, Jean said that she was meeting Naomi to go clothes shopping and maybe Nia would join them.

When they met, Jean introduced Nia and Naomi to one another and they all went shopping. Either Naomi had not heard about Nia or didn’t make the connection or was too polite to say anything. They all enjoyed shopping. By the end of the day they were walking down the sidewalk, arms linked together, shopping bags dangling from their hands, chatting expressively.

Naomi became a frequent visitor to their room. She joined them in many of their activities. Nia liked Naomi and felt Naomi was comfortable with her.

Nia called Naomi’s mother. Helen immediately started discussing arrangements and fees before Nia interrupted her. “Mrs. Winters, I called to let you know that while I would like to teach Naomi about sex I could not do it for money. I’ve met Naomi. I’ve grown to like her and appreciate her. I’d be please to do it if she asked me and that is the only way it will happen.”

Helen was taken back. She was use to asking for things and paying to get them. Money was not an obstacle. Here was a person who wanted to do what she wanted but did not want anything for doing it and, in addition, Helen did not have a say on whether it happened or not. On one hand, Helen was taken back. On the other hand she was more impressed with Nia. “Thank you for calling, Nia. I appreciate it very much. Good bye.”

“Good bye, Mrs. Winters. Thank you.”

They both hung up their phone.

That evening Naomi came over. Upon entering the room she immediately went to Nia, pulled her up, put her arms around her and kissed her soundly. After the kiss she took a step back, looked into Nia’s eyes and said, “My Mother called. She told me what she had asked of you. She told me what you told her earlier today. I am so happy. Yes, I would like you to teach me. I want you to be my first!”

Nia reached for her, pulled her into a kiss and kissed with much feeling.

Jean was watching. She was happy for Naomi. She knew that Naomi would have a wonderful first experience. She was happy for Nia. Her concerns for her “coming out” were unfounded. She was thinking of what might happen when they went to bed that night.

It did happen. It was nice. It wasn’t quite love-making sex but it was more than recreational sex. It was therapeutic for Nia, very enjoyable for Jean.

The next day Naomi dropped by to tell Nia that she would make all the arrangements. She wanted her first time to be special.

Naomi made arrangements with her parents to use their mountain retreat.

Upon arriving Nia found it to be a log home situation on a cusp of a mountain, halfway up. There was a stream fed pool next to the house, a hot tub on the deck overlooking the valley below with the mountain behind it. It was an idyllic location for one to lose their virginity.

Naomi turned to Nia, “Would you please get naked. I want to see you. I want t see your breasts and your cock. I’ve always enjoyed it when we went to the beach. I had bought special sunglasses to allow me to look discreetly.” Naomi grinned.

Nia took off her shirt and bra pulled off her shorts and panties. She wasn’t wearing the gaff. She walked over to Naomi, undressed her and pulled her into a kiss. The kiss was filled with promise. “OK, no clothes for me then none for you.”

Naomi smiled.

They spent the afternoon lounging around the house and deck. They took advantage of every opportunity to touch one another.

When they went onto the deck to sunbath, Nia applied sunscreen to Naomi paying special attention to Naomi areolas and nipples and to her labia. When she was applying sunscreen to her labia, she let a finger dip down between the lips. “The sun doesn’t get there.” Naomi pointed out smiling.

When Naomi applied sunscreen to Nia, in addition to Nia’s areolas and nipples, she was careful to make sure her testacies and penis were well covered. As she applied the sunscreen to Nia’s penis, Nia said, “After 5 strokes its considered masturbation.” They both laughed.

When they sat in the hot tub they sat next to one another, Nia’s arm around Naomi’s shoulder with her hand gently toying with Naomi’s nipple. Naomi’s hand was gently fondling Nia’s flaccid cock. From time to time they would turn their faces to one another to kiss. It was the kind of kiss that said, “I’m so happy that I’m here with you.”

When they went inside mid-afternoon to get out of the sun, they watched a DVD. Naomi sat between Nia’s legs. Nia was sitting kitty-corner on the couch. One leg stretched out along the couch back; the foot of the other on the floor. Naomi liked the feeling of Nia’s nipples on her back, her cock pressing against her bottom. Nia had her arms around her, each hand idling fondling a breast or one hand dropping down to caress her abdomen and pussy. Naomi had her hands on Nia’s forearms and was softly caressing them as Nia was fondling her. From time to time, Naomi would direct Nia’s hand to where she wanted attention. They dozed off a bit during the movie.

They worked together to make dinner. They ate on the deck. It was a romantic setting: flowers, candles and the last rays of sun. Naomi had acquired a bottle of wine. Nia suspected that her Mother provided it.

After they cleaned up the kitchen they decided to take a swim in the pool. They swam alone. They swam together. They splashed and dunked one another. In time, they came together and their togetherness became intimate. Hugs. Kisses. Feeling one another skin-to-skin.

Naomi took Nia’s hand and led her out of the pool, into the house and up to the master bedroom. She drew Nia into the bed with her with Nia on top. She kissed Nia with a partially open mouth, long and firmly. They changed the position of their mouths several times without really breaking the kiss. They lost themselves in the kissing and in their closeness. A passion emerged in their kissing. Nia recognized that it was time.

She started kissing Naomi on her chin, neck and upper chest, working her way to Naomi’s breasts. She wanted to learn what Naomi liked with breast play.

She caressed around her areolas to find her sensitive areas, sucked on her nipples, pinching them between her lips, gripping them and pulling on them. She scraped her nipples gently with her teeth. She suckled them. She made mental notes about Naomi’s body language as she was doing it. She moved from Naomi’s breasts when she felt she knew enough. Nia kissed her way downward, caressing Naomi’s stomach and abdomen with her tongue and her cheek, until she reached Naomi’s pussy. It was evident that she was very wet. Nia liked her musk.

Naomi body was in a state of high being. It was aware of every caress, of every sensation, of every arousal. She tried to lay there and absorb it but she found she had little control of her body language.

Nia began to lick Naomi’s pussy with the flat of her tongue. She licked everywhere. She pulled Naomi’s labia lips apart and licked between them from the bottom to the top. She caught Naomi’s clitoral nerve sheath between her lips and massaged it. She teased her clit with the tip of her tongue and lapped it with the flat of it. Naomi had her hands of Nia’s head and was pulling her head into her as well as pushing her face away. Nia maintained the “attack” until Naomi bucked up forcing her pussy into Nia’s moth and climaxed. It was not the typical orgasm that she got from masturbating. As she settled down, Nia inserted her index finger palm up to search out her G-spot and to determine how tight she was and to insure that she was wet enough.

She crawled up to Naomi and kissed her. Naomi was hers. She laid there half on, half off Naomi until Naomi began telling her how wonderful it had felt.

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Bank Hold Up, Ch. 1

It seemed to happen all at once. One minute it was a perfectly normal day, and the next two men pulled out guns to rob the bank. The two things that immediately came to Doug’s mind was “What the hell is going on?” and “Why me?”

The bank customers were herded into the manager’s office and made to lie down on the floor. It was a little crowded, the office wasn’t all that big; it was only a neighborhood branch after all. Doug was lying next to a young woman and her mother. The mother had long dark straight hair, hazel eyes, and full lips. Except for the age difference, the daughter looked exactly like her mom.

Doug figured the men would take what money the tellers had, and leave before the law showed up. That would have probably happened too, except, one of the tellers had pushed the silent alarm.

It being a small town, the local sheriff came to his first bank holdup with his siren blazing. The two men decided to go from bank robbers to hostage takers. The sheriff called the FBI, but they were an hour away.

The sheriff called the robbers on the phone, but the two men soon got bored trying to figure a way out and waiting for the sheriff to grow a brain, so they decided to have some fun while waiting for the FBI to show up, and made everyone come out to the central area. “All right, everyone take their clothes off.” All of the people assumed they were joking and just stood there. The man repeated it, but this time he grabbed the nearest woman and put the gun to her head, “I said to take your fucking clothes off!”

The woman he had grabbed looked like a school teacher. She screamed and he slapped her face with the back of his hand. She fell to the floor, but screamed again as he grabbed her by the hair, jerking her to her feet. She stood there dazed while blood trickled from her nose. Everyone immediately started removing their clothes. There were 7 women and 5 men between customers, bank employees and the robbers. Soon everyone had their clothes off, except the school teacher and the two robbers.

Doug was instantly turned on and it pissed him off. The women that were standing there with no clothes on presented a nice mix. There was an assortment of ages, hair color and styles, height, weight and breast size. It was a variety to turn a guy on in every way. The trouble was, a man should only take what a woman is willing to give, and it was obvious that these women didn’t want to give anything.

Doug saw that the young woman he had been lying next to was crying her eyes out. Her mother was trying to comfort her but what could she do. With their clothes off, the resemblance between mother and daughter was very enticing and he knew that they would be raped.

The one robber giving orders directed his anger at the school teacher that still had her clothes on, “I told you to get undressed!”

Her response was to shout at him, “Fuck you, asshole!”

He hit her on the side of the head with his gun, and she screamed as she fell to the floor. “I’m an asshole, huh?” He jerked her to her feet by her hair and slapped her face again. He caught her before she fell, took hold of the collar of her top and ripped the front of her shirt half off.

Doug could only think of her as a school teacher. Her hair was pulled back in a really tight ponytail, and now she had blood flowing down from her head as well as her nose. Her face was red from the slaps and she stood there with tears streaming down to join the blood. Removing what was left of her top, she then reluctantly stripped off the rest of her clothes.

The robber told his partner to pick the woman he wanted, and then he would pair up the remaining men and women. Seeing him eyeing the mother and daughter, Doug headed him off and went to the guy giving orders. The robber pointed the gun at him, but Doug gave him a sly smile, “Come on man; let me have a crack at the mother and daughter.”

The guy returned a knowing smile, “Go for it.” He watched Doug walk back to the two women.

As Doug got back to them, the daughter had stopped crying and was now angry, only her anger was directed at Doug. “Congratulations, you get to rape me and my mom.”

The daughter screamed, as Doug grabbed her and threw her to the floor. At least that was how it looked, he actually held her in his arms as she went down. He yelled at her mother, “Get down here with me.” Then he covered the daughter’s protesting mouth with his, while his hands were all over her breasts.

The mother joined them, “Please don’t do this.”

Doug whispered, “Shut up before you get us all killed.” Out loud he said, “Tell it to someone else.” Then he put his mouth on the mother’s lips and his hands on her breasts. He couldn’t help but compare. It was a dream come true, except it was a nightmare.

After his partner had picked the woman he wanted, the robber put together the remaining men and women. With everyone taken care of, the guy brought his attention back to the school teacher. He grabbed her by the hair which made her scream again. He Gaziantep Elden Ücret Alan Escort made her kneel, “Suck it bitch.”

She resigned herself to her personal hell and undid his belt and jeans. The robber stepped out of his clothes while still holding the gun on everyone. Everyone watched the back of her head as she did as instructed. He waved his gun, “Come on people, get into it. I want to see some fucking.”

Doug bent down and sucked one of the mother’s nipples and played with the other, he then switched to do the same thing to the daughter. While concentrating on their breasts, his free hand roamed between the legs of both. In spite of himself, he couldn’t help but enjoy the way it felt to touch them. He whispered, “This is the only thing I could think of to try to protect you both.”

The daughter wasn’t convinced, “Then why are you all over every part of us?”

“Open your legs for me.”

“What?”

The mother understood, “Even if he isn’t going to do anything, this has to look believable to those two, now do as he said.”

The daughter relaxed her legs and Doug made his cock go between them, touching her pussy but not in it. “Make a noise like I just went in you.”

A loud groan was heard, and then she whispered, “You’re hard.”

Doug was leaning in to kiss the mother again, “Give me a break. I’m rubbing all over two beautiful nude women.”

Everywhere you could look, there were people having sex. All kinds of sounds could be heard as the men and women had their unwilling sex, at least the women were unenthusiastic, the men were having a different reaction.

“All right bitch, let’s see how you like being fucked by an asshole. Get on your hands and knees, facing out. I have to keep an eye on them.” The school teacher did as she was told and had a look on her face that was heart breaking. She was silently pleading with everyone to save her but knew they couldn’t. Her eyes bulged and a look of unbearable pain came over her. Her shriek hurt everyone’s ears.

“What’s the matter bitch? Didn’t expect me to ram my hard cock in your ass? I bet you ain’t ever felt anything like that! This asshole didn’t use any lubrication in yours.” The bank was filled with his laughter, and her continued pleas for him to stop, as he raped her.

The mother whispered to Doug, “Thank you for helping us.” She looked at her daughter, “Honey, you better pretend that he’s doing something before we get killed.”

The daughter started moving her hips against him as he pretended to thrust into her. She knew that they both were counting on her to keep up the act and save their lives. Looking over at the poor woman, who was making agonizing groans with each painful thrust into her butt, it made her feel peculiar about the man lying on her, pretending to have sex. “Why are you doing this?”

Her answer was a smile, “I just feel you can do something, then you should. I can’t help everyone, I wish I could.” Very softly, he added, “I’m Doug.”

“I’m Lela; you have to excuse me if I don’t shake your hand.”

The mother bent down and kissed him, “I’m Marcela. Honey, you should pretend to enjoy this or hate this, or something.”

Lela didn’t have to pretend and that bothered her. Doug had her nipples standing out hard from her breasts and as he pretended to rape her, his hard cock was rubbing against her clit, sending a delightful sensation through her. The danger was only making her get wetter. Lela watched the woman being raped in the ass, tears streaming down her face, and was ashamed that Doug was making her feel pleasure.

Suddenly, with a loud, “Get over here mom,” Doug violently grabbed Marcela and pulled her on the floor with them. Marcela was so surprised that she screamed, which made everyone look over. Doug positioned her on her hands and knees, got behind her, and rammed his cock into her.

What he really did, was position her so that he was facing the robber raping the school teacher. He used his hand to angle himself as he thrust into Marcela, which really made his cock hang down enough so that it rammed against her pussy, but didn’t go in. He whispered, “Make a noise like I just shoved myself inside of you.” Marcela made several grunting sounds timed to his thrusts, which got a smile from the robber.

Doug rammed his cock in again and again, making everyone think he was fucking the mother. He motioned to Lela with his head, “I have an idea. Do you think you can come up slowly and kiss me? I want you to stretch your hand out as you come up, and grab the paper weight that fell off of that desk. I’m hoping that if you go slowly enough, that guy will be looking at your chest, not your hand.”

Marcela realized that her daughter had to have felt something, as Doug had pretended to have sex with her. She knew it, because she was enjoying having him press himself repeatedly against her sensitive flesh. She didn’t have a clue what he had in mind, but was hopeful that anything might help.

She looked around at all of the men and women actually having sex, they were all in various positions and making real noises. They had flushed looks on their faces where they were actually doing something. “Honey you should try it, sooner or later Doug is going to have to pretend to finish. Then, they will find out we have been fooling them, because he will still be hard.”

Out loud he said, “Get up here and kiss me.”

Lela had never been so scared in her life. If she screwed up, Doug would probably be killed and she and her mom would actually be raped and maybe killed as well.

Doug winked at her, “Come on babe, you can do this.”

Taking a deep breath, she stretched, and when her hand casually brushed against the paper weight, she wrapped her fingers around it. Lela came up slowly when she saw the robber looking at her and she shoved her breasts forward, knowing his eyes drifted to them. Placing her arm around Doug and her lips to his mouth, her hand found his, and she gave him the paper weight.

Doug went to whisper a thank you to her, at the same time she kissed him again, and his tongue accidently slipped into her mouth. He saw her eyes get wide and he stopped, “Sorry.”

Lela felt the tingle of that kiss throughout her body. She knew he hadn’t meant to do it and she certainly hadn’t meant to enjoy it, but there it was.

Suddenly, the robber fucking the school teacher in the ass dropped his gun. “Yeah bitch, I’m cumming!” He had his hands on her hips, thrusting hard. The school teacher gave an agonized wail as his cock penetrated into her deeper, causing her cruel humiliation. Doug took advantage of the moment, leaped to his feet, and charged the robber.

The robber realized his mistake, even as he was still pumping his cum into the ass of his victim. He tried to get the gun when a paper weight bounced off of his head, sending him to the floor.

Doug grabbed the gun, as the second robber came to the rescue of his buddy. He then shot the accomplice and watched as his gun dropped to the floor, followed by a wounded body.

The school teacher was standing with a bewildered expression, looking down at the man that had brutalized her. There was blood from her abused ass, mixed with sperm, flowing down her legs, and blood still flowed from her head wound and nose. She walked over to the robber that was shot, and rolling on the floor in pain. Her face still had a dazed look; as she bent down to get his gun, more blood pouring from whatever had ruptured inside of her. She acted like she was isolated, not really seeing that everyone was still there.

All of the victims started getting dressed, except Doug who was holding the remaining robber at gun point, and the school teacher, who casually walked over to her attacker carrying the gun she had picked up.

The robber pleaded with Doug, “Don’t let her near me with that gun, man.”

Doug couldn’t believe he was asking for mercy and sneered at him, “Shit, I hope she shoots your dick off.”

The robber kept looking from the gun to her face as the woman stood over him.

It was obvious that she was in shock as she bent over her rapist, “Turn over.”

The robber started to reach for the gun, but Doug stopped him by waving the gun he held, “Uh-uh, I would love to shoot you.”

The robber was nothing but a punk, “Fuck you,” but no one knew if it was directed at Doug or the woman he had victimized.

The school teacher hit the man that had ravaged her. The gun struck the side of his head, sending him into the wall. “Get on your hands and knees.” With his head bleeding, he turned over. She got behind him, still wearing the same blank vacant look, “Take your hands and spread your butt.”

Now it was the robbers turn to scream as she rammed the gun into his ass. As his screech echoed throughout the bank, she got a strange and bizarre smile. He fell to the floor in agony, the more he screamed the harder she rammed it into him. He became a bloody mess as she kept fucking his ass violently with the gun. Everyone was paralyzed and could only watch.

Finally, the robber turned his head to look at her, his eyes glazed over with pain. He gave a tortured scream through clinched teeth, “Fuck you bitch.”

Her expression never changed as a muffled shot rang out. It wasn’t until they heard his horrifying screech that everyone realized she had shot the gun that was still in him. Another shot, and his scream became mortal. A third shot rang out, and he stopped screaming and made a gurgling noise. His eyes rolled up in his head. She kept pulling the trigger even after all of the bullets were fired. Over and over, she kept killing the man that had brutalized her, even after he was dead.

Lela turned to her mother and sobbed uncontrollably. Marcela tried to comfort her daughter knowing that everyone there that day would carry emotional scars for the rest of their lives.

It ended as quickly as it had started. The FBI had finally arrived. When they heard the shots they rushed into the bank with guns drawn. They found Doug with no clothes on and holding a gun. Thinking he was one of the robbers, they ordered Doug to put his gun down. When he did, they had him lie on the ground and put handcuffs on him. Lela and Marcela were there in an instant to make sure they knew that Doug wasn’t one of the robbers.

They also found two other naked men, one wounded and one shot dead with a naked woman constantly pulling the trigger of an empty gun that was rammed into him. No matter what the agents said, or did, she was never conscious of them being there, and they couldn’t get her to stop pulling the trigger. They called for the coroner and an ambulance. They let Doug up, took his handcuffs off and had him get dressed, and then got everyone’s story of what had happened.

Bank Hold Up, Ch. 2

The news got hold of the story, and Doug became a local hero. All of the people at the bank insisted they were only pretending to have sex when they heard what Doug, Lela and Marcela had done. The worst victim was the woman that had been raped in the ass; she was placed in a psychiatric hospital.

All of the bank employees quit. The bank settled out of court in a class action suit from all of the victims. The remaining bank robber pleaded guilty and received a very long all-expense-paid vacation to Club Fed.

Every now and then the news would bring the story up, but for the most part it went away. The only good thing to have happened was that Doug and Marcela started seeing each other. It started by him visiting both of them to make sure they were all right. He found out that Marcela was a widow, and he started coming over more often, which led to them actually dating.

Lela and Marcela had been going to therapy paid for by the bank. Marcela had a few problems but Lela was pretty messed up. Both were having trouble with how they felt about the women had been raped that day, and how they had gotten off with nothing but embarrassment. Their minds were guilt-ridden because they saw a woman raped until she lost her mind, while they shamefully had feelings of enjoyment.

It was about 7 months after the incident. Doug came to visit Marcela, who had invited him for supper. Each time Doug visited, Lela perked up. He alone could tell her that her actions had caused the incident to end as it did, and it would sink in. He alone could get her to stop crying. She would even smile when she saw her mom and him acting like two school kids.

Doug was sitting in the living room waiting for Marcela to bring him a drink. It wasn’t a big deal, he had arrived a little early and the food wasn’t quite ready. She was busy and asked Lela to get it.

Lela handed him a soft drink, “Here you are sir.”

Doug grabbed the drink, and her hand, and pulled her down on the sofa with him, “You’ve been crying again.”

When Lela was jerked off balance, she screamed. Her smile was from ear to ear when she found herself sitting on his lap. Putting his drink down, he started to tickle her which made her scream some more.

Marcela watched them from the kitchen, she was glad he and Lela got along so well. She had started to like Doug more and more, he had not only helped save them at the bank, but he was a genuinely nice guy. When he was with them, she got her daughter back for a short while.

Then it happened. Lela was moving, trying to get away from the tickling hands, when her lips came into contact with his. She was shocked, because accident or not, she felt him return her kiss and liked it.

Marcela saw the whole thing, and even knowing that it wasn’t planned, it didn’t make it feel less awkward. Marcela knew she was falling in love with Doug, and apparently her daughter was too. She made eye contact with Lela who had jumped off of him. Her daughter burst into tears and ran down the hall to her bedroom.

Marcela felt like she had been hit in the stomach. The truth was finally out; both mother and daughter were in love with the same man. Her daughter had been carrying this guilt around on top of the bank stuff. Marcela turned the stove off and headed for her daughter’s room.

Doug felt terrible and followed them. He had begun to really like Marcela. He hadn’t even realized that Lela had those feelings for him. Why did he kiss her? He opened the door, not bothering to knock, and found Marcela holding her daughter. Both of them were crying.

Doug gave a heavy sigh and hung his head; he knew that he had just lost both of them. “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt anyone.” He saw both of them direct teary eyes toward him, and he felt miserable, “I think it would be best if I just left,” he gave a heavy sigh, “I will miss you.”

Both mother and daughter wondered who his good bye had been directed at. Doug himself didn’t know.

For a long time, Doug sat in his living room with the lights off. He kept beating himself up over what had happened. He still wasn’t sure who had initiated the kiss, him or Lela. He kept asking himself when he started having feelings for both the mother and the daughter. There had to be something wrong with him for him to screw up three people’s lives. He had refused the therapy offered by the bank but now wondered if he should reconsider that.

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*****

Rachel stood outside the door of the apartment. Her right hand moved up and down the side of her jeans, wiping off the wetness on her palm. Coming here… making the decision to be with her would end up hurting another. ‘But it’s how I feel… What I want!’ She thought to herself. Taking a deep breath and exhaling loudly, Rachel lifted her hand, unlocking the door to enter. A door that slowly opened to her new life….

*****

A year ago…

‘Head hurts…. What are those noises?’ Rachel’s head felt like someone had poked a hot iron into her skull, making it hurt to open her eyes. She could hear sounds like a machine humming and a beeping noise that was close to her side. She tried to move her arm but the searing pain brought on by her movement made her gasp out loud.

“Oh my God! She’s awake! Call the Doctor!” A female voice said loudly. Then she felt a hand brushing back her hair tenderly. “Rachel? Can you hear me? Can you open your eyes?” The same voice asked her.

As she slowly opened her eyes, Rachel saw an Asian woman in her 60’s standing beside her bed. “Oh thank God! Taylor! She’s awake! She’s awake!” The woman started to cry. “We thought we’d lost you!”

Rachel tried to say something to console the woman, but had difficulty finding her voice. As she cleared her throat, she saw another woman hesitantly approach the bed from the same side. This one was younger, probably in her mid 30’s with brown curly hair, round brown eyes, and creamy white skin.

Clearing her throat again, Rachel tried to speak. “Who are you?” She asked both women who looked shocked at her question. “You called me Rachel. Is that my name? What happened to me?” She asked the older woman.

Before either woman could respond, the Doctor came in with a nurse in tow. “Well now! I see our patient has finally decided to join us! You gave your mom and your partner quite a scare there.” He said, smiling at the women then asking Rachel: “How are you feeling?”

“Ummm… I don’t remember anything. Who am I? Why am I here? Who are they?” She answered. “I’m sorry.” She apologized as she saw the two women wince at her not being able to recognize them.

“Ok let me see if I can fill in the blanks: you are Rachel Reyes. You are here because you were a victim of an attempted robbery of a grocery store across the street from where you live. You were shot, but luckily for you, the bullet grazed your head — the furrow was pretty deep, but no actual brain tissue was injured by the bullet. However, due to the impact, you had massive swelling in your brain. Initially, we could not be certain if there was a bleed in your brain, so for your own safety we induced a coma as you weren’t responding to the usual meds. You have been in a coma for just over a month. It seems you have amnesia and we won’t know if it is temporary or permanent until we complete a battery of tests.” The doctor responded in a kind voice. “Also because of the coma, you will most definitely need physical therapy before you walk again as your muscles have atrophied. However, with therapy and your determination we will have you mobile in no time. As for these two beautiful ladies, this is your Mom, Agnes and this is your partner, Taylor. Now that the introductions have been done, I will leave you ladies alone so you can talk.” With that, the doctor left the room.

Rachel looked at the two ladies again. Her mom was on the left side of the bed. “So… you’re my mom?” Rachel asked and her mom nodded. “I’m so sorry I don’t remember you.” Agnes just tenderly brushed back the hair from Rachel’s face and said with a quivering voice: “It’s alright. The important thing is that you are back with us and we will have you better in no time.”

Looking at Taylor beside her mom, she asked “So…you’re my partner? How long have we been together?”

The other woman looked like she was in pain when the question was asked. Clearing her throat, Taylor responded: “Ummm… Close to ten years.” Her eyes teared up as she said this.

“Hey…are you ok?” Rachel asked worriedly, seeing the expression on Taylor’s face.

Agnes looked from her daughter to Taylor, smiled and grabbed hold of each of their hands, bringing them together. The moment her hand touched that of Taylor’s, Rachel felt an electric current go up her arm and flood through her body. “She’s OK. Aren’t you, Taylor?” Agnes said, looking at Taylor and giving her a wink. “She was just really worried about you, dear.” She let go of both their hands, leaving them still linked together.

Rachel, loving the feel of the skin on skin contact with Taylor, continued to hold on. She slowly started to rub her thumb across the skin of her partner, feeling her shiver just a bit. “I’m so sorry I worried you.”

Taylor half-smiled, her body reacting to the touch of Rachel. ‘God! It has really been a while since we’ve had any type of contact Gaziantep Elden Ödeme Alan Escort like this! I never thought I could actually miss such a simple touch.’ She thought to herself. Realizing that she had yet to respond to Rachel’s apology she squeezed her hand to reassure her.

“It’s alright…you couldn’t have known what was to happen. Just don’t do anymore ice-cream runs late at night.” Taylor replied trying to lighten the mood.

“Well, I most definitely won’t be doing that considering I can’t use my legs.” Rachel replied with a smirk. ‘It’s funny that even though I don’t remember these two women I feel a certain kinship to them.’ She thought to herself.

“Now don’t you be saying that! You have to be positive!” Agnes inserts. “The doctor said that with a little therapy and a whole lot of determination from you we can get you mobile!”

“We? Don’t you mean me?” She asked.

“No. I mean exactly what I said and I did say we. As in, you, me and Taylor. Isn’t that right, Taylor?” She turned to Taylor as she asked the question.

“Yes. Yes of course. I will be bringing you over to your sessions in the morning and if I have to go in for work then Mom here could take my place.”

“Well that settles it then. We will do this!” Agnes stated emphatically, her face beaming, making her look younger than her years.

*******

A week later….

Rachel was riding beside Taylor on their way home after being discharged from the hospital. Taylor’s face was serious as she manoeuvred the small red car along the busy highway. Her left hand was on the steering wheel and her right hand was on top of the stick shift. Her thumb lightly tapped on the wheel as the sound of ‘Freshly Ground’s — I’d like’ played softly in the background.

Rachel, for lack of anything to do was looking at the dashboard of the vehicle. Inspecting all the dials and buttons, she was suddenly struck by the funny thought that the emergency light button looked like something you would see on an espresso-maker.

‘Either I’m that bored or I’m losing it.’ She thought wryly. As she looked down to her left she saw Taylor’s right hand holding on to the stick shift and began admiring the soft white skin and long fingers of her partner. It looked smooth, delicate and beautiful. She suddenly had a vision so clear in her head of two hands – brown one atop the white one with fingers intertwined as they were holding on to a stick shift. Before she could stop herself, her left hand lifted from her lap and moved on top of Taylor’s hand, startling her.

“Oh!” She jumped a little as she said this.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” Rachel quickly took her hand away.

“It’s alright. I was just so concentrated on the traffic. What’s wrong?” She asked but in actuality was deep in thought and so very nervous to be bringing Rachel home. ‘What if she starts to wonder and ask about us? What if she starts to remember little things about how we really were as a couple?’

“Nothing’s wrong. I… I just saw your hand and…ummm….wanted to touch and hold it as you drove. Stupid huh?” She said sheepishly, looking down.

“No. It’s not stupid. When we drove anywhere together you would put your hand on top of mine and intertwine our fingers as I hold on to the gear shift.” Rachel noticed the slight blush on Taylor’s face as she said this.

“I did? I do? I just saw that vision in my head right before I placed my hand atop yours. So I do that huh?”

“Yes you do.” Taylor answered, but her thoughts was saying a different thing. ‘You used to do that and other things. You used to not be able to touch me… my hand… my arm… my curls… God! I really missed that! I missed you!’ She wanted to say her thoughts out loud, but could not. Not now.

“So… Could I… I mean… Could I touch and hold you as you drive?” Rachel asked.

“You want to?”

“Ummm… Yes I do… Unless it messes with your driving, then it’s alright.”

“No… No… It doesn’t bother my driving… Please do.” Taylor said with a slight pleading note in her voice. She craved Rachel’s touch.

With that said, Rachel lifted her hand again and gently placed it on top of Taylor’s. The moment their hands touched, they both felt the slight current of electricity that went through them. Taylor turned to look at Rachel and saw her watching their hands intently.

“What is it?” She asked.

“Is it just me? Or does that look good to you too?”

“What does? Our hands?”

“Yes our hands…but also the colour of our hands…brown and white…together like that.” Rachel whispered. Looking up, Rachel suddenly noticed the traffic flow around them.

“Taylor, the right lane is faster.”

“Yes I noticed that.”

“Don’t you want to change lanes and go there?”

“Not really.”

“No?”

“Uh-uh.”

“Why?”

“I find that I like…no…let me correct myself…I love driving leisurely with your hand on mine.” Both women looked at each other and gave each other a shy smile as they drove home.

****

As Taylor opened the door to the apartment, Rachel’s mouth was open in awe at what she was seeing. “Is this ours? Is this our home?” She asked while wheeling herself in. “How big is it? How many rooms are there? How do we keep it clean? How can we afford this? What the heck do we both do for a living?” She fired off so many questions while wheeling around in circles.

“Whoa! That’s a whole lot of questions there!” Taylor laughed, “Let me see if I can answer all of them.” She stood up, holding on to Rachel’s wheelchair from behind. “Yes it’s ours. We bought it in the fourth year that we were together. It’s 2,690 square feet. It has four bedrooms consisting of the master bedroom, one guest bedroom and the other two bedrooms we converted into a gym and office for both of us. We generally keep it clean with a house help that comes in everyday except weekends from 8 in the morning till 5 in the afternoon. We could afford this because we both have good, high paying jobs. You are a part owner of a successful company that does mergers and acquisitions. I’m a Senior Editor for a known publishing house and I dabble in writing now and again. In fact, I have sold 5 books in the almost ten years that we’ve been together. Now – have I answered all of your questions?” Taylor took a deep breath as she finished. She then saw that Rachel was just staring at her wide-eyed, with her mouth wide open.

She approached Rachel and kneeling in front of her touched her arm gently. “Hey…hey my angel baby…are you alright?” She whispered worriedly. “I’m sorry if I gave you too much information there. I forgot that you’re still trying to remember things. That all of this is like new to you.”

Rachel’s body shivered a bit when Taylor called her ‘my angel baby.’ She had a vision of two naked bodies moving together…a sheen of perspiration on both their bodies making them glisten as they aligned themselves…a voice whispering “my angel baby.”

“Could you say that again?” Rachel asked the woman kneeling before her.

“What? Everything I’ve just said?” Taylor’s fingers gently glided against Rachel’s arm.

“No. When you called me ‘my angel baby.’ I liked that. Could you call me that again?”

“My angel baby.” Taylor whispered with a teary smile on her face. “You always did love it when I call you that. Would you like to freshen up before having something to eat?” She added as she stood.

“Yes please?!” Rachel responded excitedly.

“Alright. Come on, follow me. I’ve had Lourdes – she’s the house help – prepare the bath before she left a few minutes ago.” Taylor led the way to their bedroom.

As they entered the en-suite bathroom, Taylor positioned the wheelchair close to the bath tub and checked to feel the water temperature. As she bent down to do this her curls fell to cover the side of her face and Rachel felt such a longing to reach out and tuck it behind those cute delicate ears.

“Oh good! Just right!” Taylor turned to Rachel. “Do you want me to help you take off your clothes?”

“Ummm…OK.” Rachel shyly responded.

Taylor once again knelt in front of Rachel and slowly started to take off her clothes. She noticed that Rachel’s breathing started to become ragged and she seemed to be feeling shy about her nakedness. She made herself remember that to Rachel she was to all intents and purposes virtually a stranger. She cupped and lifted Rachel’s face in her hand. “Hey, I know that to you I’m a stranger seeing your nakedness for the first time. But I want you to know that for me I have known you in every sense of the word for almost ten years. You have and always will be beautiful to me.” She lovingly whispered. Rachel took a calming breath and smiled.

“Ok?” Taylor asked.

“Yes, OK.” Rachel affirmed.

After hearing this, she stood up to take her clothes off leaving on her bright turquoise bra and pair of blue and red ‘days of the week’ underwear. Rachel just sat with a wide-eyed look at the sight before her.

As Taylor looked down at Rachel and saw her expression, she realizes what she had done. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable! It’s just that with my helping you with the bath I didn’t want to end up getting my clothes wet. I’ll just put them back on!” Bending down, she began to gather her clothes but was halted by Rachel’s hand grabbing hold of her arm.

“No please don’t! I’m not uncomfortable with what you did. I was….I was just surprised at your very colourful and cute ensemble there.” She said, blushing.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes I’m sure. I hope I don’t make you uncomfortable in saying that the turquoise bra and those panties really look good on your white, creamy skin.” Rachel blushed more furiously.

“Oh! You are still so adorable even with amnesia you know that?” Taylor laughed as she started to help Rachel with her bath.

As soon as she had Rachel in the tub, she knelt beside it and began to rub her body with a soapy sponge. ‘God! I haven’t done this in a really long time! Don’t let me lose it now!’ Taylor silently prayed to be able to keep it together.

She started with Rachel’s neck, going slowly down towards her shoulders…then her arms…softly stroking the top of her chest. She circled the sponge on each breast making Rachel’s nipples darken and become taut. Both women started to breathe hard and as Taylor looked at Rachel’s face she saw that her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip.

“Ok now! I think you’re all nice and clean in front how about bending forward a bit so I could wash your back there?” Taylor said a bit loudly, making Rachel open her eyes and do just that. As she leaned back again after having her back washed, Taylor gave her the sponge for her to wash herself.

“I…uh…think it would be better if you were to take over from here.” Taylor stammered.

“Ummm…OK.” Rachel took the sponge and did so. Once done, she handed it back to Taylor and watched as the soapy water drained out the tub and she was thoroughly rinsed, dried and brought back to the wheelchair for her to be dressed in her nightclothes.

“Ready for dinner?” Taylor asked Rachel as she put on her robe.

“Yes I am!” Rachel responded with a smile as they both headed off towards the kitchen.

***

“Is it OK to ask you some questions?” Rachel asked as they were having their dinner.

“Of course. What is it?” Taylor put down her fork as she gave her attention to the woman across from her.

“What do I call you?”

“Ummm… What do you mean?”

“Well you call me ‘my angel baby.’ I have to assume that I have an endearment for you as well. Unless I’m one of those boring types that just calls their partner by their name? Now that’s sad.”

“I actually have many endearments for you and you for me. But you almost always call me ‘my baybee.’ Which I find totally adorable.” Taylor smiled while saying this.

Closing her eyes, Rachel had a vision of her running towards Taylor, toppling her down on the bed as she called out to her excitedly ‘Baybee! My beautiful, beautiful baybee!’ kissing her all over her face with Taylor laughing out loud.

“Having another vision there?” Taylor asked, beginning to recognise when her partner was having one.

Opening her eyes and looking at Taylor. “Yes.” She smiled.

“Care to share?”

“It was me running towards you, toppling you down on the bed saying ‘Baybee! My beautiful, beautiful baybee!’ rather excitedly and I was kissing you all over your face while you were laughing out loud.” Rachel shared.

Taylor’s eyes started to tear and she smiled wistfully. “Yes. That was when you surprised me with this place. You came home all excited about the fact that you had signed and sealed the deal.”

“How did we meet? With our professional backgrounds it was highly unlikely that we ran in the same circles.”

“Well, it was at a dinner party that was hosted by a common friend of your business partner and a good client of mine.”

“Ooh! Was it love at first sight?” Rachel asked excitedly.

“Eh? Hardly! I could definitely say it was a total embarrassment on my part!”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I was with a group of people discussing the latest mergers and acquisitions of a certain young and aggressive company. I started to spout off some not so kind words regarding the matter and this small woman with long silky dark hair wearing a sexy red dress and high heeled shoes started to defend said company. When I asked her what would she know about these things she said that she was one of the owners. I just wanted to shrink and have the floor swallow me whole. I was never so embarrassed in my whole life.”

“You mean that was how we met?”

“Uh-huh! And when I excused myself to go out into the garden, said sexy small woman apparently followed me and I thought she was going to let me have it. She completely took me by surprise and asked me to have dinner with her the next day saying we needed to discuss the matter further! And we never looked back.” Taylor said with a grin.

“Wow! Are you sure we’re talking about me here?”

“Oh hell, yeah! You were so sure and confident about yourself in a quiet way that it made you hella sexy! For me that is.” Taylor admitted, blushing.

“Wow! I don’t know what to say.” Rachel shook her head as she said this.

“Well I do. Seeing how late it is and with you starting your therapy session early tomorrow morning it’s time for you to go to bed.”

“Alright. I am feeling a bit bushed.” Rachel admitted with a slight yawn.

***

As both women were sleeping side by side, Rachel’s body began to twitch, dreaming about that horrific night she got shot. In her dream, she entered the grocery store with her head down taking out the amount of money needed for her ice-cream. As she entered, she lifted her head and saw the barrel of a gun pointed at her. Before she could even react the sound of a loud bang reverberated in her ears and she felt the searing pain on her head as she fell backwards.

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Steve and his friends had come to the seedy hotel bar for an edgy taste of the rougher part of town, but had soon grown bored with the lack of music and energy. Half had already left and the rest were paying their bills when the odd stranger approached him and made the astonishing offer.

“Dude…what?” Steve asked, really looking at the stranger for the first time. He was tall and broad-shouldered, but thin, and the skin of his hands and face were deeply tanned by long hours in the sun. His severe-looking clothing looked to be hand made from heavy, home-spun cotton; white shirt buttoned to the top, black jacket and pants, simple leather boots with traces of field mud dried around the soles. A black cap hid his short hair completely. His face was clean-shaven and unsmiling.

“I said, pardon me sir, but would you accept an offer of five hundred dollars to have intercourse with my wife?” The stranger’s oddly-accented voice was even and bland, as if he were asking for directions to the mall.

“Are you serious? Are you fucking with me?” Steve looked to his friends, but none were paying attention to the exchange. If this was a joke none of them were in on it

The stranger pulled a small manila envelope from his jacket pocket and handed it over. “I’m not joking, sir, I would consider it a favour and pay you as I said.” Inside the envelope were five crisp hundred-dollar bills. Steve was just drunk and horny enough to ignore any sense of caution, and agreed with a nod of his head.

“She’s upstairs.” The stranger said, then turned and walked to the elevator. Steve gave his friends a vague excuse and followed.

As the ancient Otis clanked and shook its way slowly to the fifth floor, Steve contrasted his own appearance with the stranger standing stonily beside him. Beach tan, sandals and board shorts, blond hair tucked under a backwards-facing ball cap, and a red t-shirt that proudly proclaimed ‘I Fuck On The First Date.’ For all their similarity in age, build, and height, the two men in the elevator couldn’t be more different.

“So, uh, you from one of those religions or something? Like, the ones that kind of keep to themselves and don’t like technology?” Steve asked.

The stranger continued to look straight ahead. “Aye.”

“Oh…uh…Cool.” Steve waited but the stranger elaborated no further.

The elevator clanked to a halt and the doors opened. The dingy red carpet and beige walls of the hallway seemed to absorb light, making everything appear dim and indistinct. The stranger led Steve down the hall, past door after dark brown door, until they reached the last one. He knocked three times and listened for a reply that never came. Then Gaziantep Otele Gelen Escort the stranger fished a key out of his pocket and slid it into the lock. He paused before turning it.

“No talking inside. Do what you must then leave when you’re done.”

Steve nodded, and the stranger opened the door. Steve stepped inside.

The room held a single bed and on that bed lay a woman. The hotel bedding had been balled up and discarded in a corner, instead she lay upon a patchwork quilt made up entirely of vibrant shades of red. Over her was a white sheet that covered her upper body and face completely, and draped over both of her bent and spread knees. The outline of her curvy shape was distinct under the sheet, and her hard nipples pushed the thin cloth into little points on top of her small but shapely breasts. Below, a section of the sheet had been neatly cut out, exposing her no more than necessary to do what he’d been hired to do.

His eyes were drawn between her legs. A shock of curly black pubic hair contrasted sharply with what he could see of her pale, smooth skin. Within the tangle of hair he glimpsed pink folds, open and glistening in the weak light of a single lamp.

Seated in the shadows along the walls on each side of the bed were six old men, three to a side, each dressed as the woman’s husband was. Their top lips were neatly shaved but long, grey beards hung from each of them. Their faces and hands were craggy and weathered, and Steve was reminded of an old saddle he’d once seen in a frontier-town museum. All eyes were on him but none of them spoke as Steve stared back at them.

Impatiently, the oldest-looking among them gestured sharply with his chin towards the young woman on the bed, and his eyebrows furled ominously. Steve had never felt less turned on in his life, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to at least try.

He walked over to the bed and stood at the foot of it. With unaccustomed solemnity he removed his hat and kicked off his sandals. He pulled off his shirt to reveal smooth muscled arms and a lean but powerful torso. Hesitating only a moment, he inhaled deeply and slid down his shorts and boxers. The old men regarded his limp cock with what he could only interpret as some degree of buyer’s remorse.

He tried to clear his thoughts, narrowing his eyes and focusing on tuning out the rest of the room beyond the woman. Gingerly, he climbed onto the bed and knelt between her open legs.

He could hear her breathing now, soft and steady and just a little fast. He watched her chest rise and fall with each breath, and admired the curved swell of her tits. He shifted closer to her and heard her breath catch for an instant. She seemed intently aware of him, unable to see him but clearly focused on every sound he made or shift of his weight on the bed.

His eyes travelled down her, his view nestling once again on her exposed pussy. Closer now, he could see how wet and open her lips were, how full her swollen, red clit was. Her wetness seemed to pool in her soft, inviting opening. His cock was responding now, growing and swelling with anticipation. Reaching out with his hands he gently pushed against her thighs, spreading her open even wider. Her breath shuddered in her throat and he watched as a single drop of her juices escaped her pussy and ran lazily down the crack of her ass. He breathed in the taut, light musk of her excitement and felt his body fill with need.

He ached to put his hands on the rest of her body, to kiss her, but the almost-ritualized way she was draped made him feel it would be inappropriate. His cock was painfully hard now, and he gripped it in his fist. Pushing his cock down he squeezed a tiny drop of pre-cum from the tip, then, with exquisite care, rubbed it gently onto her clit. She gasped, sucking air in through her teeth as she felt the slick touch. Pushing himself lower, he positioned the head of his cock near the entrance to her pussy, feeling it throbbing in his hand, and leaned slowly forward…

…She felt the smooth, warm swell of his cock-head touch the lips of her open pussy and instinct took over. Pressing her hands flat on the mattress she lifted her feet, pulling her knees back, tilting herself up to meet him as he pressed into her. She felt herself stretch around him, mouth open in silent wonder, and continue to stretch some more. His thickness felt endless and, for a moment, she panicked that he wouldn’t fit inside her. Then the stretching eased and she felt him began to fill her. A slow, tight, liquid slide, his cock smooth and soft and unbelievably hard. She ached to open herself wider to him, legs quivering as she tried to spread them further. Deeper into her body he pushed, possessing her, owning her, deeper than anything she’d ever imagined something could go.

She felt his hips press into hers, the soft touch of his balls against her ass, and realized he was all the way inside her. There’d been no pain, no tearing, nothing she’d been warned to prepare for. Just the tight fullness, the stretch in her hips from her open legs, the heat of him inside her. He paused now, with a low groan that made her stomach flutter and her face flush with heat. His hands were pressed into the bed on either side of her as he held himself above her. She could hear his breathing, deep and urgent, as he fought for control. She was just beginning to wonder what came next when he began to move inside her and all thoughts fled.

Pulling back, he started sliding out of her and she felt an emptiness follow. She fought the wild urge to grab his ass and pull him back inside, almost surrendering to it before he stopped and began pushing back into her again. Breath she hadn’t realized she was holding rushed out of her. Again he pulled back and pressed back into her. Over and over. Gradually the pace increased, his cock plunging into her and his body pressing against her clit. Her hips writhed as she matched his thrusts, grinding herself against him each time. A tickling ache began to grow inside her, coiling like a spring and building towards…something. She collapsed into it, focusing on it as it grew, losing everything around her in the sensation. He was fucking her hard now, slamming into her and driving the breath out of her in tiny grunts. The tension inside her suddenly flared, held her in ecstasy for an instant, and then collapsed into wave after wave of shuddering pleasure.

Gasping, her senses returned. He was still fucking her, hard and fast, and the wet noises of his cock pistoning in and out of her filled the room. For the first time since the man had entered her she became aware again of the elders. She heard the low rasps of their heavy breathing as they watched intently. She felt the power of it around her, the sounds and smells of lust were universal. For the first time she could remember, she knew she was in complete control now. She moaned at the throbbing in her pussy, letting the sound spread her lust into the room. She imagined their dry throats, their bodies straining forward to hear, blood filling their withered cocks as they watched her.

Such marionettes, and all the strings led to her. In her mind she laughed. No wonder they ruled as they did; they feared this power that they could never control and never resist.

She turned her focus back to the man above her, lifting her hips and matching his rhythm once more. His breathing grew ragged and she felt his arms begin to quiver on either side of her. With a roar he buried himself deep inside her and she felt his cock spasm deep within, over and over and over as his body shuddered. Panting, he collapsed on top of her, the heat of his body radiating into her. She felt the faint twitches of his spent cock, still inside her, and the hammering of his heart against her chest.

Soon he would be gone. The elders would file out, and her husband would wait for her to dress and emerge. They would leave this city and return to their life, perhaps bringing new life with them. She felt his breathing slow, and revelled in the heat of him as he softened inside her. Soon yes, but not yet. For now, at least, this moment was all hers.

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A few years ago, my wife and I became interested in latent sexual desires and fantasies that we both had and were finally coming to light. It all started when during the course of having sex, I mentioned to her that I would like to try to suck a guy off. To my surprise, my wife said it was always her fantasy to see me to suck and get fucked by a man. We decided that we would try to make it happen. Like many of fantasies, they always and should always remain a fantasy; nevertheless our fantasy, through the magic of a computer, there were lines of men just waiting for us to invite them into our little circle. This all came to being when “chat rooms” were the in thing, making for plenty of applicants to fill the job.

Never believing that this fantasy of ours would ever come true, we actually made arrangements to meet a guy at a motel just out of our home area. Arriving at the motel and quite nervous mind you, to our surprise he was waiting for us. In fact he already booked a room. With some apprehension we got out of the car, and followed this guy into the room. What never occurred to either of us was that this guy could have been an axe murderer. Now inside the motel room, and after some chit chat, we started to loosen up with some wine and a few laughs.

The three of us began to watch porn on the TV which helped loosen the tension and heat up the room. Becoming quite hot watching porn, I started kissing my wife and feeling her pussy through her jeans. With the door now ajar so to speak, this guy, I will call Gaziantep Elden Para Alan Escort him Mike, came over to us, went down on his knees and began to rub both our crotches; it felt good.

Little by little, small pieces of our clothing would come off until we were all finally down to our underwear. My wife was in a pantie and bra and us two guys just had our underpants on. The three of us were sitting on the bed when my wife pushed my head down toward Mike’s groin while at the same time pulling Mike’s cock out of his underwear. She then moved my head and lips over his cock and told me to “open wide and suck his cock.” In a sweeping moment of passion, Mike’s cock was in my mouth touching my tonsils.

I began to suck his cock like a vacuum cleaner. (A little aside, I had been having gay relationships for a few years before this and by the time of this meeting, a pretty good cocksucker.) Mike, as I was sucking him off, had his fingers inside my wife’s pussy making her moan in pleasure as she peeked at my cock-sucking techniques. The site of another man putting his fingers in my wife’s cunt also made me very hot. While I was still sucking Mike’s cock, my wife then moved so to place her pussy over Mike’s mouth so that he could eat her wet snatch. Picture this, I was sucking Mike off, he was eating my wife’s cunt. (So hot!)

Then, I don’t know how it started, Mike moved my wife off of his face and onto her back. He pulled his cock from my mouth, spun her over and mounted her sticking his cock inside her hot wet twat. I then watched Mike start fucking her slowly at first and then like a locomotive as he pounded my wife pussy with a resounding clap of two bodies. Soon my wife began to moan loudly sticking her tongue into Mike’s mouth, he into hers, as he continued to fuck her more and more rapidly. While this was all happening in front of me, I was beating my meat and could feel my face become flushed with desire and lust wanting to lick my wife’s pussy and Mike’s cock, and at the same time possibly watch him cum inside her. After several long minutes, Mike began to grunt loudly and said he was going to “shoot” his load. He looked over at me for a sign of approval to allow him cum in my wife’s pussy. Happening at the same moment, my wife was yelling for Mike to cum inside her cunt like a slut, I would say her approval was a moot point.

As I nodded giving my consent, the thought of another man cumming inside my wife’s pussy was overwhelming and so very hot made me shoot my load all over the bed. After cumming, I jumped into position behind Mike just in time for me to see the white film of Mike’s cum coat my wife’s pussy lips as he endlessly shot his seed into my her hungry cunt. Mike finally slowed to a snail’s crawl but kept his cock inside my wife until he went limp and finished pumping his load into her pulsating and burning hot twat.

Pulling out of my wife’s cunt, Mike got up and quickly dressed in a rush to leave. Saying his goodbyes, Mike left us in the room alone with his load still festering in my wife’s pussy. We both laid there naked as some of Mike’s cum oozed onto the sheets. My wife and I soon after got dressed and left for home. At least 15 minutes went by in the drive home when we realized that she still had Mike’s cum inside her, feeling some of it wetting her panties. The thought of someone else’s cum in my wife as we were driving home, made us once again horny and ready to fuck. Finally home, we did not shower, we went straight to our bedroom where I fucked my cum slut whore wife adding my sperm to Mike’s load. After, a tasty and delicious creampie was my reward.

We did meet Mike several times after this first encounter; every time he left his seed inside my wife I would immediately clean my wife up by eating his load from her pussy, except for once. My wife, after one of our encounters with Mike, wanted to leave Mike’s load inside her pussy for the entire night so that her pussy would absorb his cum. We both agreed and after one of our particular play dates, we went directly home and unlike other times, we did not have sex nor did I “clean” my wife up. As we both desired, she left Mike’s load inside her pussy. During the night as we laid there thinking about what we had done that previous evening, once in a while my wife would stick her fingers inside her pussy and play with herself using Mike’s cum as a lubricant.

The next morning, when we both awoke or at least acknowledged the new day, I immediately went down on my wife to get whatever load that remained inside her cunt. We found that this was a super turn-on for us knowing that my slut wife had taken and kept another man’s cum inside her.

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“Okay, I’ll go with you!”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, I’m serious.”

“But what about your mom? I thought you always spend Christmas together.”

“We do. Or at least we always have. But I’m 21 years old, and if I want to spend Christmas with my boyfriend, then that’s what I’m going to do.”

She sounded confident, but inside she was anything but sure of herself. She’d never not spent Christmas with her family and as much as she wanted to be with her boyfriend, it was killing her not to be able to see her mom. Making things worse, she knew she wouldn’t have the courage to tell her mother the truth which was silly because she was a junior in college and 21 years old. But she couldn’t bear to say she was choosing some guy her mom had never met over her own mother.

“This is gonna be so great, baby! You’re gonna love Phoenix this time of year and my parents can’t wait to meet you.”

“Well, we’ve been dating for six months now, and this seems like the right time to finally meet them, so…yeah, let’s do this!”

Gayle Lancaster knew this wasn’t going to be easy. She’d only lied to her mother once before, and it had involved a boy then, too. Just like in the movies, she’d snuck out of her room at night and spent several hours with a boy she thought she couldn’t live without. She knew this was different as she was actually falling in love with Drew, but she couldn’t bear to tell her mom she was going home with him rather than spending Christmas with her. With less than a week to go before she was expected home, she was going to have to pick up the phone and call and do so very soon. And…lie to her mom.

“I’m really glad you’re going home with me, Gayle, but I know you said your dad’s been gone for what, maybe a year now?”

“More like 18 months, but yeah, that’s about right. Why?”

“I don’t know. I just feel a little guilty. Does she have friends around? Does she date yet? I guess what I’m wondering is this—is this really gonna hurt her?”

Gayle already felt like crying, but she’d made up her mind. She was going to Phoenix with Drew.

“She’s dated a few times and she has friends.” Gayle hesitated knowing how much it was going to hurt her mom then said, “She’ll be okay.”

She was scrolling through pics of her family on her phone trying to assuage her guilt, but it was only making things worse.

“Can I see?” Drew said standing up and reaching out for her phone.

“Oh, sure.” Gayle handed it to him then Drew sat back down.

“She’s really pretty. And very young looking. How old is she?”

“My mom’s 50, but she’s like some kind of freak of nature, you know?”

“I dunno, she looks maybe 50 to me,” he said trying hard not to sound disagreeable. He turned the phone around to show her the photo he was looking and Gayle laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Drew asked.

“That’s not my mom. That’s her mom. That’s my grandmother.”

He turned the phone back around, looked it again, looked at Gayle, then back at the picture on the screen.

“Okay. Hold on. This woman…the woman in this picture…this really nice-looking woman with blonde hair and smooth skin is your grandmother?”

Gayle sighed and said, “Yes, it is. Here, let me show you something.” She got up and sat next to her boyfriend then scrolled through some pics.

“Okay, see this one?”

“Damn! She’s hot!” he said before it hit him that was also her grandmother only from many years ago.

“It’s okay. She was hot. I hate saying it, but she still kind of is. Anyway…that was her 22 years ago when she was 50. Same age as my mom is now.”

“Damn! This is…unbelievable! Both of my grandmothers look like grandmas. You know, gray hair, wrinkles, a little extra weight. Your grandma looks like a damn model. And although I’m not a math major that makes her around…75 or so?”

Gayle laughed and said, “She’s 72 to be exact. That’s why I’m hoping and praying I have the same genetics because if I do, then in 30 years I’ll still look this good.” She found some pics of her mom she took over the summer and handed him the phone.

“Oh, holy shit! That’s your mom?” He said even more incredulous than he’d been over pics of her grandmother. “Seriously? That woman is 50? Come on. No way!”

“Yes…way,” Gayle told her. “Both of them are amazing, right?”

“I’ve never seen women that age look like this,” he told her truthfully.

“Give me the phone,” she said. She Googled ‘Donna Mills’ then handed it to him. “How old do you think this actress is?”

“Um…like 45 or so?”

“Try 75.”

“What the…?”

“Okay, now check this out. I know you know this woman.” She found Raquel Welch’s pic and did the same thing.

“Yeah, of course I know who that is. Um…okay, she’s gotta be like…60 or so by now, but damn, she’s still gorgeous.”

“Try 76.”

Drew was shaking his head unable to process any of this. “Those pics have to be photoshopped. They have to be.”

“I can’t speak for whether or not the pics have been Gaziantep Oral Escort retouched, but I’ve seen them both on TV within the last year and that’s exactly how they look. I can speak for my mother and her mom and honest to God, they really are that amazing. I could Google a dozen other women over 65 who look 40. They’re rare, but they’re out there.”

“That makes no sense,” he said. “Okay, my mom is 53 and she looks well, like she’s 53. I don’t look at my mom that way, but come on, she’s not ‘hot.’ Sorry, but…your mom is.” He fidgeted then said, “Jesus, Gayle. Even your grandmother is kind of hot, God forgive me for saying that.”

Gayle laughed again and said, “They both take really good care of themselves and my grandmother has had some work done even though you can’t tell. But most of it is due to really good genetics so that’s why I’m hopeful I have their genes.”

“Your grandmother’s face doesn’t look the way most women do who’ve had work done. You know, all ‘swept back’ or the eyes bulging out or the lips look all swollen. I honestly can’t tell.”

“That’s why I said she’s a ‘freak of nature’. My mom too, to be completely honest.”

“I’m not sure how to say this, and please don’t take it the wrong way, but your mom won’t have any trouble finding another husband if that’s what she wants.”

“Thank you—I think,” Gayle said with a smiling knowing what Drew meant. “But it’s not that simple. She’s gone out a few times, and while looks aren’t everything, she said it’s really depressing looking at most guys her age.”

Gayle laughed yet again and told Drew, “It’s not like her standards are outrageously high. She only asks that they have a reasonably flat stomach and most of their hair and…all of their teeth.” She saw Drew give her a look. “I threw in the teeth thing, okay? But my point is she’s no snob. In fact, she’s the nicest, most down-to-earth person I know. I don’t think it’s unreasonable to expect someone you date to be at least minimally attractive to you. Do you?”

“Oh, so are you saying I’m only minimally attractive to you?” he said in a teasing kind of voice as he grabbed her and started tickling her.

Gayle shrieked and said, “Stop that! You know how ticklish I am! Drew! Stop!”

She was looking into his eyes when he stopped. Gayle stopped laughing and said, “You are way more than minimally attractive. You are freaking hot.”

“Hot enough to come to bed with me?” he said before kissing her.

“Mmmm. Definitely,” she purred as they moved over to the bed in his dorm room before making love for the second time that day.

The following evening, Gayle was spared having to make the phone call she was dreading when her mom called her first.

“Hi, honey! How’s school going?” he mother said cheerfully.

“Great, Mom! How are you?”

“Me? Wonderful! I’ve got everything laid out and ready to go. As soon as you get home we can start putting up the decorations! You know, I’ve really been excited about Christmas this year after last year being so hard with your father gone and all. I can’t wait for us to start decorating, baking, and going shopping! So when are you coming home?”

Gayle took a deep breath and after some hemming and hawing told her, “I think I wanna maybe hang out here over the break.”

“In…Seattle? In your apartment? Alone? I…I don’t understand,” her mom said. “Is something wrong, honey?”

“Wrong? No. Of course not, Mom. I just don’t feel like flying all the way to Florida then turning around and flying back to school. Besides, there’s tons of stuff to do around here. Stuff I haven’t had a chance to do because I’m always in class or studying.” Gayle was an excellent student so at least this part of her story was true.

There was silence for several seconds before Gayle said, “Mom? Are you okay?”

“Oh. Um, sure, honey. Of course I’m okay. Your father and I raised you to be strong and independent so why wouldn’t I be?” her mom said willing herself not to show any negative emotion.

“Mom? Are you really okay? Please tell me the truth.”

“Yes. I’m fine. Really. You go ahead and enjoy your time in Seattle. I’ll hang out with the Thompsons or maybe Sarah Asmundson. You remember her, right? The doctor’s wife?”

“Oh, sure. He passed away just before dad did,” Gayle said hating herself for lying to her mother. “Well, okay then. If you’re sure.”

“Definitely. Sure as can be!” her mother said feeling her throat get tight and tears welling up in her eyes.

“Well, okay, then. I guess I’ll talk to you later?”

Her mom bit her tongue, swallowed hard, then forced herself to say as pleasantly as possible, “Sure thing, sweetie! Talk to you soon, okay?”

Meredith Lancaster hung up and started to cry. She wasn’t okay. Not even close. She was hurt—deeply hurt. She’d been looking forward to having her daughter come home for Christmas from the day she left for her junior year of college back in September.

She knew that one day Gayle might not come home for Christmas. A husband and/or a career might mean living in another city and spending the holiday with his family. She just didn’t expect it to happen this soon and for no apparent reason, especially not to just ‘hang out’ in Seattle so far from home. So no, she was definitely not okay.

She willed herself to stop crying and decided instead to swim laps in the indoor pool out back. Meredith loved to swim. She also enjoyed aerobics and went to spinning classes. But today, she needed the exercise to help her forget and to drown out the sadness that was engulfing her.

An hour later, when she was so tired she couldn’t swim another lap, she toweled off then drug herself inside. After a hot shower, she felt a lot better and that’s when it hit her.

“If you can’t bring Mohammed to the mountain!” she thought to herself.

She sat down in front of her iMac desktop and opened up Google Chrome. She typed in ‘Seattle and vacation’ then started scrolling through the thousands of hits. Not far from the top she found one that a web site called, “House Swap” then clicked on the website.

She quickly understood what the site did. She would ‘swap’ her home in Orlando with someone in Seattle if she could find someone needing roughly the same days. She began her search and within two minutes found one that looked perfect.

“Bellevue home available from December 20th to January 1st. Writer who needs to see the sun looking for similar home in Orlando, Florida area.”

Meredith had a very nice home that was just under 3,000sqft with five bedrooms and three bathrooms plus the pool. Even so, it was no match for the home of this man who was evidently a published author. His home was well over 5,000sqft with not only an indoor pool but a media room and enough space for a small army of guests.

Gayle’s last day of classes was on the 19th so this couldn’t be any more perfect for her to fly out west and surprise her daughter. Meredith quickly entered all of the required personal information to verify her identity, hit ‘enter’, then sat back and smiled.

“I’ll bring the mountain to Mohammed!” she said out loud to herself.

******

“How you holding up these days, Chance?”

“I was feeling better until I started thinking about having to spend Christmas without her. Last year Christmas was brutal. Absolutely brutal. And I had most of our family around me to include Stephanie, but I still felt like I was in one of those kind of TV-show dreams where everything is fuzzy. You know, where although you see people walking passed you and talking, it’s like you’re not there. You’re somewhere lost in space watching it all happen and it only seems like you’re there.”

“I get it. At least to the degree someone who’s wife didn’t die can get it. I know I’ve said it a hundred times, but I’m just really, really sorry for you, Chance. And for Stephanie.”

“Thanks, Uncle Gregg. That means a lot. So does your friendship, by the way.”

“That’s what family is for, my friend. Speaking of family, I can’t imagine losing your wife and your mom and dad all at once. I’m really the only family you’ve got anywhere close to you.” He paused then said, “Sorry about that.” His favorite uncle was a well-known author if one considered reading presidential biographies interesting. He had a great sense of humor which was often self-deprecating and he’d just whipped it out.

Chance laughed and said, “Don’t sell yourself short. You’re a great guy—well, as far as geeky non-fiction writers go—and it’s been nice knowing I’ve got someone to lean on. We can’t change the past and what’s done is done, but I still beat myself up for moving to Seattle. Financially, we were successful beyond our wildest dreams, but if I hadn’t drug Kathy out here…” He stopped because he was choking up again and he knew if he said another word he’d cry and the last thing he wanted do was cry again.

Crying was something Chance Andrews hated doing because he’d cried more times the first year after Kathy’s death than he had since he was five years old. He was just 30 years when she was killed by some guy stoned out of his mind on meth. He was doing over 100mph when he flew through the intersection and hit her—and his parents—broadside. If he hadn’t taken a cab and left early to get Stephanie back home because she felt like she was getting sick, they’d have been in his father’s car, too. All three of them gone in an instant.

Deep down he knew it wasn’t his fault. None of it was his fault. They were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. But that didn’t stop him from feeling this never-ending guilt that he was somehow to blame for their deaths. Losing his parents was hard; losing his wife was…unbearable. He’d only cried a handful of times the second year and so far, he hadn’t cried even once in the first three months of his third year without her, and he didn’t want to ruin that by losing it on the phone.

Their daughter, Stephanie, was now six and it was a bittersweet thing to see her slowly forgetting her mother. That was something else Chance couldn’t change as it seemed to be nature’s way. Children that age didn’t have a lifetime of memories of their lost loved one even if it was a beautiful, doting mother she’d never know except through photos and the videos they’d taken together. What few memories she still had of her mom were fading fast and there were no new ones being formed. So it was only natural that she would be spared the long-term anguish and pain that older people felt in similar situations.

He snapped out of his thoughts and said, “Speaking of Christmas, what are you doing this year, Uncle Gregg?”

“I’m glad you asked, Chance my boy! I’m using that new app called ‘House Swap’ to um…swap houses…with someone from Orlando down in Florida.”

“No kidding? I’ve never heard of it. How does it work?”

“Well, you go on line, find the city you’re interested in, find a home you like, then you and the other owner verify each other’s identity using this secure area of the app. If everything checks out, you mail each other a key, alarm codes, and other pertinent information, and that’s it. It’s a binding legal contract.”

“Interesting. Does it cost anything?”

“There’s a sign-up fee, but that’s it. Why? You thinking about giving it a try?”

“Me? No. I can’t leave town. Work is just crazy busy. I’m like the proverbial hamster running on a fast-spinning wheel. I jumped on and now I don’t know how to get off. No, Stephanie and I will just hang out here again this year.”

“Would you mind kind of keeping an eye on the house for me while I’m gone?” his uncle asked.

“Sure. No problem. Anything specific?”

“Well, if the alarm goes off, I’ll have the alert sent to you. That way, you can decide whether or not to call the police or just go shut it off. It shouldn’t happen, but just in case. Oh, and if the temporary tenant has any problems with maintenance-related stuff, can I give them your number?”

“Yeah, sure. I’m happy to help out. You doing anything in Orlando other than Disney World?”

“Disney World? Not a chance—Chance. I just want to see the sun, you know? I plan to write all day, every day sitting while I’m sitting out on some patio by a pool then when I’m sick of writing I’m gonna lay out and drink beer or maybe something more exotic. My publisher is really riding me to get her the next two chapters, but it’s just so damn depressing here this time of year.”

“Yeah, this cold, wet, rainy weather gets old fast, doesn’t it? And the gray skies with the low ceiling are depressing as hell. That can be tough to take.”

“Exactly. Anyway, I’ll be leaving on the 20th and return on the 2nd of January so the new tenant will be in my house those same dates. Thanks for having my back, buddy.”

“You’ve had mine for the last several years so this is the least I can do. Have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do if I…” He had to stop again knowing he didn’t have anyone to do those kinds of things with anymore.

Sure, he’d had all kinds of women making it known they were interested in him. That started within three months after Kathy’s passing. He was young, handsome, and now he was very well off. Opportunity wasn’t the issue. The problem was he just couldn’t generate enough interest to be interested back.

Just the thought of dating drove him crazy. Meeting someone, putting on this happy face, getting to know them, doing the whole social-dance thing to see how much you had in common, etc., was more than he could stand.

“You still have the alarm code, right?” his Uncle Gregg asked.

“Unless you changed it. Is it still the Mark of the Beast doubled, right?”

“Yes, indeed. 6-6-6-6-6-6.”

“Then we’re good. I’ve got a spare key just in case, too, so go have some fun in the sun. You deserve it. I’ve got everything covered back here, okay?”

“Thanks, Chance. And I know you don’t want to hear this, but please give some thought to maybe being open to meeting someone?” His nephew didn’t answer and he knew what that meant. “Okay, fine. I’ll leave it alone. Thanks again, okay?”

******

“First time in Seattle?” the limo driver asked.

“Yes. As a matter of fact it is. Oh, here’s the address. It’s in Bellevue.”

The limo driver looked at it and said, “Nice neighborhood.”

“Oh, I don’t live there. I’m just doing a timeshare kind of thing.”

“You mean like House Swap?”

“Yes,” Meredith said. “I guess I’m the last person to have heard of it.”

He put her things in the trunk, opened her door, then made his way into traffic and away from Sea-Tac airport. Traffic was terrible, but then it was bad nearly all the time now and had been for quite a few years. The limo driver slowed to 35 quite a few times on a road that was posted for 65 but eventually they made it.

“Wow. You weren’t kidding,” Meredith said when they pulled into the neighborhood.

“All multi-million dollar homes in here. I drive people to and from all the time. I love it, but it’s a little too rich for my blood. Well, way too rich to be honest,” the driver told her. “And just up here is your temporary residence.”

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I lead you both through the hotel lobby and back to the elevators. As the quiet carpeted bustle of the main floor floats past you check yourself out in the mirror, eyes glancing over at your friend. The friend is younger, big hips and breasts contained in a tight white business shift. You’ve known her casually for about a year. She’s nervous, biting her lip, and you can see a little flush in her cheeks. The elevator door opens and we step in. The soft woosh begins the ascent.

“Nice hotel,” you say, alert and making small talk.

“Yeah,” she giggles, and adjusts her purse. I say nothing and the elevator slows to a stop, the doors opening, and I lead you out into and down the hotel hallway. We stop at the door as I insert the keycard.

“Well … ” She says, as if she knows this is the final step. You start to say something but I open the door and walk into the room. Nervously the two of you follow. I sit on the bed watching you shuffle nervously on your feet.

“A TV. A bathroom.” you comment in the interest of random conversation.

“Do you want to go?” I ask evenly.

“No … uh … no … I’m okay.” Your friend is now blushing. Her name is Cathy and she looks like she wants to respond but doesn’t.

“Okay.” I relax back on the bed, spreading my legs slightly. You both look at the bed with fascination tinged with nervousness, lust and some fear. “Kiss each other,” I say, taking polite command of the situation, which is the agreed upon plan. You both are taken aback for a moment and you look at her. Her white skin is now almost pink with flush and she’s taking short breaths, looking at you and averting her eyes to the floor before looking back. I watch patiently as you start to step forward.

“Okay …” you say, almost laughing. You reach tenderly behind her neck and draw her face toward you. She closes her eyes as you press your lips into hers. For a moment you are frozen with both your mouths closed, lips pressing into each other in a stage kiss. Instinctively your other hand moves around her waist. Her mouth opens Gaziantep Evi Olan Escort and you press your tongue against her, feeling her tongue as you start to make out. She begins to kiss back, shy at first, and then frantic but confused. Your hand moves up from her waist and begins to explore her breasts through her shirt. She reaches for your breasts but is confused and her hands extend out into the air. Passion floods her body and she pulls you to her, kissing you passionately and aggressively all of a sudden. Your hand drifts to the top of her shirt and begins unbuttoning, stopping to caress her bra. She is petting the back of your neck as you finish unbuttoning her shirt. Both your hands cup her breasts before you pull out of the kiss.

You softly take her by the hand and a few steps backwards toward the bed. You sit on the edge of the bed in front of me and she stands before you. You smile at her, spreading your legs expectantly. Her eyes get very wide with shock and frozen fascination. You lean forward and gently press on her shoulders, enticing her onto her knees.

She knees before you, frozen with shock. You wiggle your ass around under your skirt and reach down, slipping your hands into the sides of your panties. You slide your panties off, spreading your legs in front of her. Reaching forward you guide her head towards your crotch. She’s breathing heavily, almost hyperventilating, and you can feel her breath on your skin as she pauses. Then you feel a small wet caress in the folds of your vagina as her tongue begins shyly exploring. Initially the feeling is strange as girls aren’t your thing, but as you relax and enjoy the feeling of control you feel yourself get wetter. Her tongue gets more adventurous and you gently caress her hair before reaching down to cup a breast through her bra. In a rush you feel your orgasm rise and you press her face into you, shaking as her tongue penetrates you and her nose presses into your wet public hair. Shuddering you cum for a moment, her tongue now hungry to bring you pleasure.

Spent you relax back onto the bed. She settles back, still on her knees, her face turning even redder with embarrassment under her sweat and your lubricant. She’s breathing really hard.

“Did you cum?” I ask her.

“No … uh … almost … I …” She’s still breathing pretty hard and instead of words she settles for a nervous yet satisfied smile.

“Take you clothes off.” She looks shocked and nervous again, scared, but she stands and lets her shirt drop. She unhooks her bra revealing her breasts and kicks her shoes off. Standing awkwardly she pulls her pants down and off her legs. She stands for a moment in just her underwear, the fear of her own lust coming into her eyes. You lay back on the bed beside me and I smile at her.

“Go on.” I say, not forcefully but encouraging. She drops her panties to the floor and then poses naked with a momentary giggle.

“You have a really nice body,” I tell her as I put my arm around you. I pull you to me and we kiss. She watches nervously, confused, waiting for instruction.

“Come here,” I say and she climbs on the bed slowly. As she reaches us I pull her head to mine and kiss her, tasting your orgasm and her eager tongue. My hand reaches down and begins to caress her clitoris and she shudders with a sexual shock. Her eyes are closed and I press my fingers into her as her breathing rises. With a wicked smile you slide up the bed and behind her, giving her ass a playful smack. Her eyes open in shock for a moment but she moans and presses back against my finger. I enter her slowly, carefully with my finger, as she slumps forward onto the bed, her ass sticking up into the air. You begin rubbing her ass cheeks as she presses her head into a pillow moaning against my finger. Slowly you drift between her cheeks and begin caressing her anus. Her moans become rhythmic as she’s suspended between our fingers. With sudden authority you insert your finger into her ass and she tenses with pain and pleasure. I remove my finger from her pussy and put my thumb in her mouth. She starts to shake and is covered with a thick sheen of sweat as you forcefully finger fuck her ass to orgasm. She moans and thrashes on the bed before collapsing. You withdraw your finger and give her ass a playful smack. She’s breathing hard for a moment and you slide back over to me so we can make out.

“I uh … I … need to pee.” she gasps after resting for a moment. I smile at her giving silent permission and she slides off the bed and darts into the hotel bathroom. While she’s in the bathroom we make out and your hand caresses my erection through my pants. She steps back out of the bathroom and stands before the bed, exhilarated but momentarily confused again. You slide off the bed, stand in front of her and kiss her deeply.

As I climb off the bed to the side you press on her shoulders and both of you drop to your knees, continuing to make out. I slip out of my pants and step around the bed, standing beside you and slowly sliding my erection into your mouths, joining your kisses where your lips and tongues are meeting. You continue to make out, both of you pausing to lick the head of my cock or take it in your mouths. I turn sideways, angling so I’m facing you and slide my erection into your mouth, reach around my back and pressing her head into my ass cheeks, feeling her tongue explore my rim. I hear her moan and realize she’s masturbating while rimming me. I withdraw from your mouth and turn again as your kissing resumes. Placing my cock in the middle of your kiss I cum into your mouths.

When I’m finished I step back and you continue making out. I watch her hand bring her to orgasm and she shudders, pulling out of the kiss to breath and moan as you lick her face with my cum. Exhausted she collapses to the floor. I pull you to the side of the bed and cuddle you as she regains her breath.

“Wow. Wow.” She says with confidence. “Hey can I take a shower?”

“Of course,” I say, and she darts toward the bathroom. As we hear the shower start I draw you back on the bed. Kissing you I enter you, thrusting slowly until I can feel your orgasm rising. As you come I come inside you, shuddering for a moment before relaxing.

“I love you,” I whisper in your ear.

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I saw her first when I went to get admission into her class. She was reputed as the best English teacher at the time. I was there all by myself and stood there, watching her. She was sitting in a chair, jotting down names, addresses and marks of the applicants and the fees received in a register. Most others had one or both of their parents with them. I was the only loner. She glanced at me briefly as she kept talking to the other students and their parents. Finally she turned to me and asked, “Yes?”

I had been taken in by her personality. She was graceful in her talk and in her movements. She was not exactly slim, on the other hand she looked a little plump. Her hands were strong, unlike other women of her age I had seen. Oh, talking of age she was quite mature, around forty would be my guess. An oval and stern face looked pretty on her. Her short length hair fell to her broad shoulders. In a way she was more masculine than feminine, though she still had a special charm around her.

I gave my details and money and waited till she jotted down the details in her register, in a small and neat handwriting. Her face had softened up as she talked to me, and I thought she looked pretty. I left her place, thinking of her. Being seventeen, I had started romancing about a few girls in my school and sometimes a pretty lady that walked by. I had no idea about sex, but I yearned for a touch, a caress of a female hand, was excited if I caused some girl to smile, watched the girls secretly and admired their feminine ways.

It was important for me to polish up my English if I were to have any realistic hope of landing a job. I would soon be starting college and once out I would need to have a job in hand. It would be wise to invest in the education early on. The classes started a month later, held every morning at 6am for an hour a day.

I sat in the back row, but Jaya madam, the teacher, soon made me sit in the front row. It was an experience I could not easily forget. Sitting so close to her, I could smell the fragrance of her body. Every morning as we arrived one after another, she would be sitting in her usual chair, a whiteboard near at hand, waiting for us. As we took our places she would then start the lesson by first revising whatever had been taught in the last lesson and then starting onto a new topic. Every week there was a test, written and oral. The routine was soon turning hectic, as we had to do a lot of homework each day. The only respite was her.

As I sat in the front row each morning, I could observe her much closely. She would be bathed and dressed, ready for the class every day. Her hair neatly parted and combed, and most of the days she wore a saree and a blouse. The blouse showed off part of her neck and shoulders and sometimes I could get a glimpse of her tummy from behind the pallu of her saree. It was an enchating experience to see her, watch her, smell her so much up close. I desperately wished to see her hips. I wished to see them sway as she walked, watch the round, fleshy buttocks swing about with each step of hers. But unfortunately she would be in her seat well before we all arrived and would stay there, as if she didn’t want to show them off to us. It wasn’t long before she took the centre stage in my romantic fantasies.

Days passed, school started and the daily routine became even more hectic. Soon the class timings changed to week-ends. Instead of an hour a day, we now assembled on each Saturday and Sunday mornings from 6am to 9am. I was sad for not having a chance to see Jaya madam every day, but had some compensation in that I could watch her now for more time.

Soon about six months passed and the school midterm exams loomed nearer. I was feeling a little nervous and requested the teacher to help me out. I had some problem in understanding the grammar, specially the different tenses. She asked me to come in one afternoon.

I arrived at her door at about half past three. Feeling a little anxious, as I would be alone with her today, I was shaking a little. I raised my hand to ring the bell, but then decided not to. I tried the door and to my surprise it opened slowly. Was it left open on purpose or by oversight? I pushed it open and entered, quietly closing it behind me. Then I looked around.

She had been sitting in her usual chair. But she wasn’t awake. Whether she had been waiting for me a long time or not, she must have fallen asleep in the chair, having forgotten to lock the door. I stood there, admiring the sleeping beauty. Her head lolled to the right and the mass of her dark hair covered her shoulder, leaving the left one bare. Most amazingly, the pallu of her saree had fallen off her left shoulder, leaving her chest partially exposed. I could now see the white chest bare and could make out the start of her breasts through the neck of the blouse. I wish she wore a lower cut blouse, but she didn’t. I had an urge to move closer and do something, like maybe touch her or even kiss her. I even took Gaziantep Eve Gelen Escort a step towards her, but the movement probably brought her to. She opened her eyes, startled, and quickly adjusted her clothes and regained her composure. She must have noticed me looking at her with more than just respect for a teacher. But she didn’t say anything. Instead she started off with the tuition, taking my mind away for the moment.

I reached home that day, the lesson slowly drifting out of my mind and her half-bare top drifting in. It hadn’t been much, but then I hadn’t seen so much female flesh yet. No wonder I was amazed.

The exams were soon over and so were my special tuitions. However during those interactions, she had noticed I had something more for her. While she didn’t encourage it, she seemed a little surprised and even a little happy to receive some attention from a young boy.

The final exams concluded, the teacher had announced a special prize for the student who scored the highest in English. Nobody knew what the prize was, but I was sure everyone would try to win it. She was stern, but also very helpful and was most everyone’s favourite. Even I was eager to see who would win and what the prize would be, wishing I could hope to win it. The results were out after a month and we all met together for one last farewell at her residence, in our former classroom. I was dazed, holding the marksheet in my hands and staring at the magic figure under the English subject: 98/100. To have scored such good marks was like a dream come true. As we all gathered together, there was another surprise in store for me. I was the highest scorer! The nearest anyone had scored was 95/100. I was thrilled beyond comparison and for a few moments was completely oblivious to the din of the other students around me.

She was sitting as usual in her chair, a smile on her otherwise straight face, as she looked at all her students, a kind of proud, patronizing gaze. She deserved to feel proud, after all. Most of her students had excelled in English, as was the tradition every year. Soon the noises died down in anxiety over what the prize would be. But first there was to be something else. A farewell of sorts. The table near her was full of dishes with light snacks and a small glass of sherbat. Everyone helped himself/herself with the same and soon the talk was on what each would be doing now that school was over. After the eating and drinking subsided, she made a little speech, stressing all that she had taught us throughout the year, not just about English but about good behaviour, honesty and hardwork. There were a couple from the students too who read out small pieces from paper. The room was suddenly quiet, we wouldn’t be seeing each other every day, some of us would probably never meet each other again. But then the gloom didn’t last long, as she fished out a small basket from under the table.

“Here’s the prize for the highest scorer! I have written four different things on four different pieces of paper. The student who has scored the highest marks in English will come forward and pick a piece of paper. He or she will get whatever is written on it.” She announced as everybody listened with attention. “So who is the winner?” she asked.

I don’t know till date what drove me to do it, but I raised my hand to ask a question: “Wouldn’t it be good if the winner got a wish of his choosing?”

She appeared confused. Surely it wasn’t expected. “How do you mean?” She asked. Well, the trouble was I didn’t know how. But a thought quickly came to mind.

“How about we let the winner place four wishes in the chits, and you choose one of them?” I asked. It was probably a ridiculous idea. Others had started laughing quietly at the notion of this. But she thought it wonderful. “That’s wonderful. Why not?” She threw away the paper chits in the basket and brought out a blank paper and pen from one of the drawers of the table. “So let the winner step forward!” she announced again. I walked up to her. She was surprised to see it was me who had scored the highest, and smiled in comprehension at the little trick I had played on her. I took the paper and tore it into four pieces. Then I wrote on each of the pieces and folded the four chits, before dropping them into the basket. I was smiling too. But she couldn’t refuse now. She held the basket in front of the gathering and instead of picking one herself, asked another student to come forward and pick one for her.

As the student picked out a chit and handed it over, she set the basket down on the table and opened the chit in her hand. As she read it her face flushed, but admirably she regained her composure instantly. Smiling to the students she read out loudly: “Evening coffee with my teacher!”. As the students cheered, she fixed her gaze on my face. I turned my face away. I was afraid she would refuse, or scold me. But she didn’t.

Slowly the crowd began dispersing. We exchanged contact numbers, addresses and notes on what to do next. As students filed out one by one, I moved away from the dispersing group and towards the centre of the room. She was still in the chair, watching with a heavy mind as the students walked out. She beckoned me and I went near her chair.

“So smartie, when do you want to have the evening coffee?” She asked. I noted a different tone. It was not what I had expected. It was a touch of sadness. As if my prank had hurt her somewhere deep down. I was sorry, but at the same time I didn’t want to lose my chance. I proposed a day next week. She nodded.

The week went by very slowly. Perhaps because I wanted it to pass quickly. It was painful. Each day I woke up, wishing the classes would continue and I could meet my teacher every day. Alas, it was a long wait till the Thursday when I had fixed up a ‘date’ with her.

The day finally came. All day I was distracted by the thought of meeting her. As I reached her, several thoughts crossed my mind, the most irritating one being that she had some guests who would be butting in onto my wish. I rang the bell and crossed my fingers in eager anticipation of what would happen next.

“Come in!” Her voice answered the bell. I pushed the door. It was not locked. I came in and closed it behind me. She was alone and I didn’t want anyone butting in on us.

She sat in her usual chair, the table set with coffee and a disk full of cookies. I went to the table and took the chair near her. It should have been fantastic but I was feeling a little awkward. She poured coffee in my cup first, and then in hers. I sat watching her. Her face was expressionless, which I didn’t like. Yes, she didn’t look angry, which could be called a plus. But now she looked much removed from what was going on. I wished she would show some emotion, even anger. But she sat there, stone faced.

I sipped the coffee, it was really nice in taste. Not too hot, a pleasant aroma warming up my nostrils. She was staring at me.

“So, got your wish?” She asked.

I looked up from the mug to her. I wanted to tell her what I really desired, but couldn’t. She must have sensed something as I didn’t reply.

“Do you have something on your mind?” She asked. I wanted to say ‘Yes’ and then open up my heart to her. But somehow I was tongue-tied. I had realized that this wish of mine was probably the worst I could do to her. A very bad idea. So I started staring at my mug again.

She did something completely unexpected. Extending her hand forward she placed it on mine, though very briefly. Then she said,

“I have a feeling this wasn’t what you really had in mind. Did you actually want something else?”

I sat there, thinking. Finally I gathered the courage and nodded.

She waited, as if she wanted me to say something. Finally she spoke.

“Do you want to tell me what it is?”

“I don’t know…” I muttered.

“Are you afraid I shall get angry?”

I nodded, this time looking at her face. She sighed. A knowing look flashed in her eyes, though briefly.

“What if I say that I want to know what it is, and I promise not to get mad?”

I was surprised. Was it possible she actually wanted to know? I wondered why she was being so accomodating.

“Your wish was to spend an evening with me, and I granted it. So if there’s anything else you want, why not go ahead and say it?”

It became very tempting for me. But before I could speak, she had another surprise up her sleeve.

“After you all left that day, I opened the other three chits. You had written the same wish on all four of them. So I am curious too as to why a fine young man would want to spend an evening with someone like me so badly.”

“Someone like you?” I blurted out. “You are the most fascinating woman I have seen yet. Since the first day I came here, you have fascinated me. I love the way you talk, the way you look. I love your hair, your face, your hands, your legs! All I want is to make you happy in whichever way I can!”

I didn’t quite realize I had spoken so much so rapidly. I suddenly felt like an idiot. I had blown it. instead of spilling it all out like this, I should have tried some tact, gradually broaching the subject. But it was not to be so. Well, the words had been spoken, and I could not take them back now.

Surprisingly she kept her cool, watching my face to see if I was merely pulling her leg or if I was serious. I was serious. She set her mug of coffee down on the table.

“How do you plan to make me happy?” She asked.

To be honest I had some idea but now suddenly I didn’t want to do it. I liked her very much and didn’t want to hurt her or offend her. I had fantasized about being with her, but when the opportunity now presented itself, I found I was hesitant to take the next step.

“Come here.” She said. I thought I was dreaming. I looked at her face. She was calm. After a few moments I placed my coffee down and stood up. Nervously I took the two steps which brought me close to her. Sitting in her chair, she looked up at my face.

“I think I know what you want to do, and for this one time I shall grant you your wish. I am going to close my eyes for two minutes. These two minutes are yours. Whatever you do in these two minutes, I promise I won’t be mad or angry with you. But remember: only two minutes!” And she then actually closed her eyes.

–

It was a wonderful feeling as I delicately lifted off the pallu of her saree from her left shoulder and let it fall in her lap. I was happy to see her blouse buttoned up front. I undid them all one after another, my hands trembling. My fingers brushed against the flesh of her chest and I had a funny sensation. As her blouse parted I saw the black bra she wore underneath. Two firm and round breasts heaved up and down under the cups. I could see their white flesh through the fabric. The nipples had already turned erect and were pressing hard against the fabric. As I bent my head down she opened her eyes.

She must have sensed what I was doing. However she hadn’t tried to stop me, true to her promise. As she gently started doing her blouse, I knew I couldn’t get lucky here, at least not this time. She even smiled mischievously, the first smile of the evening.

“Oh young man, you seem to be out of luck,” she said as she placed the pallu back on her shoulder, covering her full, erect breasts. “You need practice.”

This last line emboldened me. “Did you like it, ma’am?” I asked. She didn’t reply. But I pressed hard.

“Look, I played your game for two minutes. So don’t expect anything more now!” she finally replied. But she wasn’t angry. And that’s when I decided to push my luck further. It was a gamble, but I now thought the odds were in my favour.

“Can I ask for one more thing?” I asked her. She was now staring at me.

“Young man, you are pushing your luck. Mind you, no funny business. I am not tolerating another secret desire.”

“Oh, it’s not much. I promise it’s quite harmless: for you at least.”

She was still suspicious. I assured her once more I would not be touching her and she would not find herself sans any clothing. Finally she relented.

“Ok, but remember just this once. You have really been naughty, but I have been fond of you so I shall allow this one more wish. Now out with it! What do you want?”

“Well, it’s nothing, actually. Just fetch me some biscuits to have with the tea!” I said, nodding in the direction of the tea kettle on the table.

She suddenly became quiet. The change was surprising. I knew the request was really pretty harmless for her. All I wanted as a parting wish was the sight of her round, heavy buttocks swinging as she walked, the final part of her beautiful body that I desired to see. I had seen pretty much everything else and knew I couldn’t get anything more than just a look.

But she didn’t move. I was eagerly waiting for her to get up and show me the goods. When she looked at me. I could see she was not alright. There was a tear or two in her eyes. I was surprised. Maybe she wasn’t feeling well, or maybe I had hurt her. Yes, that was more likely. But I also wanted to see those sturdy, round buttocks!

“What do you really want?”, she asked me all of a sudden.

“I told you I just wanted …”

“Oh, don’t lie! You know and I know you really don’t want those goddamned biscuits! Please tell me what you really want.” She snapped at me. However her anger didn’t look aimed at me. I tried to bluff my way around but then she was no fool.

“I shall tell you, provided you won’t get mad,” I finally relented.

“Oh, you and your perverted ways! Alright, spit it out please!” She cried out.

“there’s just one small thing. And it is that I want to see you walk.” I started speaking, with one eye to the earth and the other at her face. “Pardon me for saying this, but I wanted to see your lovely buttocks swinging as you walk.” I wanted to mix some flattery into my request too. Always helps!

But the result was unexpected. She kept staring at me, and I could see her eyes well up with tears. For a few minutes neither spoke as she fought back her tears while I was busy trying to figure out what was it that pained her so much. After mopping the tears she finally spoke. Her voice hoarse and face drawn she said,

“I know you won’t miss this chance of knowing your teacher more, though I don’t know if you will like it. I guess the only option for me is to satisfy your desire.” Ominous words, them!

As soon as she finished talking she heaved her body forward on the chair, using both her arms, and with an expert motion she carried it off the chair and onto the floor. I was dumbstruck! What was going on?

She then raised her torso up by placing her hands in front of her and resting on them, while pulling both her knees ahead. And then she started crawling ahead on her hands and knees. Something was wrong, very wrong! I rushed ahead behind her. Even in the whole confusion I remember her buttocks swung about as she pulled her legs ahead.

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(This story goes out dedicated to my friend Tx Tall Tales. Happy birthday, Triple T. And many more to come.)

“Well my name’s John Lee Pettimore.”

With my head nodding to the music as I sang along with it, I hit the blinker and checked my right-side mirror for any fools too asleep to see my flashing signal. Given the speed I was going, when this big Ford Econoline van–and the trailer I was towing–changed lanes widows and orphans worried. Maybe they should; I was all but half-asleep myself. Only the cool, damp morning air rushing in the window was keeping me awake. That and my singing, which I’ve been told could wake the dead.

“Same as my daddy and his daddy before.”

Down the off ramp into Steele, Alabama, I caught the light exactly right and took the turn at a speed only a might less than what I had been traveling for the last six hours. Taking a long sip of my cold coffee, I followed old memories and not much else towards my destination.

“He’d buy a hundred pounds of yeast and some copper line … there you are, darlin’ come to Papa Dan.”

[Renaissance Faire]

“That damn sign could still be bigger,” I thought as I took a sharp turn and started up that long zigzagging road to the top of Chandler Mountain. “And this damn road still needs to be wider!”

With my windows open and the last lyrics of Steve Earle’s song waking up the sleeping squirrels, I took tight right turn, after tight left turn, powering the old Ford up the hill toward the camp grounds. Behind me I could hear the multiple gallons of icy-cold marinade sloshing in their sealed Rubbermaid’s. I could imagine the hundreds of turkey legs doing some sort of weird jig in those boxes. Dancing like they were still attached to their feathered hips and not floating in my special mixture of apple cider and spices. Feathered bodies that might would have been doing a pretty-damn-fair imitation of drunken line-dancers at Gilley’s, if they were not in my smoke house back home.

Right then left, right then left, higher and higher the road climbed into the growing morning light. I squinted my tired eyes when I cleared the level of the nearby hills and the morning sunshine hit my eyes full on. Another sip of the cold coffee and I tossed the dregs into the grass beside the road. I stuffed the Styrofoam cup into the grey Walmart bag hung between the two van seats and grabbed my shades off the visor.

“Oh, why the fuck does morning have to get here so early.” I mumbled as my van finally leveled out, and I drove the last bit of distance to the gate. The man sitting there looked as sleepy as I did, under his blue and red denim Brave’s cap. He yawned, picked up a clip board and walked out to my window, which was good because I wasn’t going to get out and walk to him. He glanced to the side of the van.

“Papa Dan …?”

“…the Turkey Man. Yep, that’s me. Do you need to see my ID or would a leg do?” I asked with a smile. At his rolled eyes I handed him my driver’s license.

“Dan Hinder.” Well, okay he can read at least. He’s awake enough for that, even if his sense of humor is asleep. He handed it back to me. “Okay, Turkey Man, I have you on my list. Just follow the road down to the right.”

“Thanks, I know the way. Been here before,” I told him as I pushed the plastic card, with my terrible photo, back into my wallet. “Come by later today and try a bite, if you’re still here.”

He nodded, yawned again and headed back to his wooden stool to try and get back to sleep. Looking in my mirrors, I wished him luck in that as I saw the train of lights climbing the hill behind me. Following the graveled path that was pretending to be a road, I rolled down through the gates and across the camp ground, heading towards where I had been set up the year before. Ahead of me my lights began to play across the beautiful sandstone rock formations. Then the large natural amphitheater came into view, and past that I saw where they set up Merchant’s row last year. I was happy to see that I was the first food vendor to arrive–hell, only one other tent was completely up.

I grinned as I recognized another old faire hand. Joe “Cute-Butt,” the sword guy was busy unloading his cloth-wrapped wall hangers and the few leather-encased masterpieces he never managed to sell but always brought, hoping for that sale of a century.

Pulling in across from him, he looked over at me and his shoulders slumped. I grinned as I backed my trailer in underneath the shade of the big oak tree. That century-old leafy monster, and the shade it provided on the hot summer days, was an old and dear friend after the last two faires I’ve attended here. I checked both mirrors frequently till I had the big smoker in almost the same stone tire-divots I had parked it in before.

As I shut off the van, I saw Joe walking towards me shaking his head.

“Nope, nope. Not a chance, turkey man.” Joe pointed up the hill toward the other end of Merchant’s Row. “Pull that thing to another spot. I put on Gaziantep Mutlu Son Escort twenty pounds the last time I was across from your cooker, just from smelling it all day.”

Laughing, I held out my hand to him. “That and the ten damn legs you ate that weekend.”

“Yeah, yeah. All my fault, right. I could have moved at any time.” He helped me unhook the big trailer. “It’s just greed on my part. I mean hungry people need a place to stand and eat.”

“And what better damn place to stand than at a tent with a display of swords.” I smirked, then nodded to the blank area next to him, with four red wooden posts driven into the ground in a square. “Is Galen showing up?”

“That’s the rumor.” He looked off towards the road. “And speak of the druid.”

I looked up to see a white Dodge van, even older than my own, slowly coming down the road.

“There goes my diet.” Joe complained, “Stuck between his spring rolls and your legs.”

He walked off to help the old druid park, never seeing me grinning at what he had said. Unhooking the latches, I opened first one then the other of the hooded doors on the old five-hundred gallon propane tank I used as my grill. The sweet-to-rank smelling remnants of the last weekend’s cooking hit my nose. Old smoke, hints of the spices, and the forever imbedded smell of roasted meat. I savored it the way some savor wine. Walking to the steel box on the back, I opened it and opened the flue on the burner to let it get more air. A turn of a handle, a push of a button and blue gas flames ignited to get the wood going in the smoker. Closing back the lid, I hit the small blower fan I had installed and walked to the van to get the first big Rubbermaid full of brined turkey legs out. I gave Galen a messy-hand wave as I started rolling legs in my spice rub and loading the metal hanging hooks inside my cooker. Already waves of heat and white smoke were billowing through the open doors. The old druid did a belly dancer hip wiggle that made me grin.

With the grill filled, I washed the spices and marinade off my hands and went to get the secret ingredient. Well, as secret as a five gallon bucket full of large chunks of Jack Daniels barrel-wood, soaking in spring water can be anyway. The wet wood reeked of bourbon when I tossed several pieces of it onto the fire. The heat going good, I turned off the gas, closed the damper, and set the counter-weight-driven rotisserie to moving. Looking at the strapped-down bundle on the top of the van, I sighed and went to work on getting the tent down and set up against the side of my van.

“Going to be a long day,” I muttered.

** ** ** ** ** ** ** **

“Come gnaw on my legs! YOU SIR, want to gnaw on another man’s legs? I know that kind of thing is frowned up in this state, but today, we’ll make an exception.”

Barkering the passersby, I kept my eyes open for “BoBo the Jester” because I swore, if that “fool” blew that damn stupid horn of his behind me again … I was gonna put his spandex-motley-body-suit-wearing-ass into my cooker.

“Miss, yes you, beautiful lady, you. How would you like to take a bite out of a juicy hunk of smoking hot meat?” The faire goer smiled, but shook her head. The two guys behind her, however, did step up to my table and buy legs. I wrapped their food up in aluminum foil and took their cash. “Enjoy, sirs.”

“Come gnaw on my legs!” I yelled again.

“And what if we wanted to gnaw somewhere a bit higher up?” asked a sweetly sensual voice, all purring sex.

“Yes, what about that? Would we find anything … good there to eat,” said a second woman’s voice with a throaty Scottish burr.

“Papa Dan … I’m hungry. Do you have anything a girl can put in her … mouth?” The third voice tried to raise my kilt it was so silky and close to the side of my head. “Something warm, meaty, and spicy?”

Turning to look at the three “kissing wenches” standing behind me. I grinned and slicked down my salt and pepper goatee. All three were in brightly colored bodices, which left little to the imagination from nipple up, and with enough cleavage showing between the three of them to stop a man’s heart. Their plump lips, all in thick coats of lipstick so they left behind souvenirs of their kisses, were perked in flirty smiles at me. One of them, the shortest, had come around my table to deliver her whisper into my ear and she now slipped under my arm.

“Ladies, everything in this tent is spicy and meaty enough to fill a wench’s belly.” I flirted back, and the lady under my arm giggled and put her hand on my ass. Her fingers splayed across the black and green tartan cloth covering my butt. I looked down at her and grinned. “Having fun, little girl?”

“Yes, papa,” she purred.

Oh, god damn … okay, someone get me a defibrillator quickly. And a heavier sporran. This one is in danger of rising. “What can I do you ladies for?” I asked with a grin.

“Well, that would take more than turkey legs,” said the tallest girl with the too-bright red hair. “But we can negotiate that after lunch.”

“Speak for yourself, Loreley. I’m starving enough to trade at that rate,” said the girl under my arm. “Besides, he has a nice ass.”

“Not as nice as Joe’s, though right?” I asked, looking down at her with a smile. She was a sweet-smelling, warmth of plump comfort against my side.

“Well, that goes without saying,” she said, all saucy. “He has the best ass in the business.”

“Papa Dan, let me get a leg and a Diet Coke.” The tallest one, (Loreley?), told me, giving up on her flirty banter.

“Yes, miss.” I looked down at the girl under my arm. “You’re going to have to turn me loose.”

She pouted beautifully, but slipped out from under my arm.

Getting them their food and drinks, I noticed the exchange of looks too late as I handed them their change. So it was a surprise when they caught me with my sporran open as it were. Before I could blink my face was covered with red lipstick kisses. One all-but on my lips.

With a grin the three went skipping off with one of them merrily singing. “Papa Dan is the man, he gives me his meat whenever he can.” The youngest girl looked back at me, took a bite out of the turkey leg in her hand and flipped her skirt showing the bottoms of white-silk pantaloons.

Shaking my head with a grin, I looked around and found Joe and Galen both looking at me with huge smiles on their faces. I shrugged and went back to selling turkey legs. As I did, I couldn’t help but remember how nice it had been to have the girl under my arm. But then came the other thought; she was young enough to be my daughter. I sighed at the too quick passage of time filling my goatee beard with gray hairs.

“Come gnaw on my meat!”

Hearing a horn, I looked around to see the jester BoBo running through the thick crowd at full flight with five costumed people after him. He was laughing and blowing that damn horn of his as he went past my stand.

“Free turkey leg to the man that catches him!” I yelled to his pursuers. I watched their spurred-on efforts to catch the motley fool. “That’ll teach him to blow a horn up my kilt.”

** ** ** ** ** ** **

Sitting down for the first time in hours, I absently listened to the actors running thought their too-often rehearsed parts in the play they were doing nearby. Had I been paying attention I could have heard the same play four times today already. Glancing over, I smiled at the live chess game going on, the kids giving the people running it fits. I laughed seeing one of the children, the bishop I believe, run off the chess board to his mother. I think I could get some of my turkeys to follow directions better.

“I am a dreadful Viking! A warrior of the frozen Northlands!”

Glancing over at the “warrior” a guy in his young twenties, tall certainly, but not at all what I would call dreadful looking. Almost baby-faced. He was speaking to the crowd gathered on the rocks before him to listen. I turned my head towards my smoker, the legs for the dinner crowd were getting close to done. Truthfully some were done, and I had wrapped them in tinfoil to keep them from drying out; now they were just smoking for flavor.

“And this is my battle axe!” said the Viking for the fourth time today. “Isn’t it a beautiful battle axe?”

“Yes, but it looks nothing like my mother!”

I spit tea out my nose as a member of the crowd chimed in unexpectedly. The people in street clothes surrounding her burst out laughing; even some of the actors had a hard time keeping a straight face. The dreadful Viking was biting his bottom lip.

“I’m not supposed to laugh … but damn that was funny.” He cleared his throat and looked at the blonde lady on the boulder, who I noticed was dressed in medieval clothes. “Quiet you, I’m trying to kill this varlet.” He pointed the axe at the man who was his opponent in their play. “And I can’t do that if I’m laughing.”

He snorted, unable to help himself, and the crowd laughed again. “Silence! Now, where was I?” He looked at his fellow players.

“Beautiful battle axe!” called the blonde lady from the boulder to the further delight of the crowd.

“Thank you,” said the Viking politely. “Now hush, I have a varlet to slay.”

“Yes, sir,” she said meekly.

He started to say his line again then stopped and looked at her. His eyes narrow and he lifted the axe threatening for a second. “Don’t call me sir.”

With the actors doing their best through the rest of the play to keep a straight face, they finished their lines. The villainous Viking was killed off, his beautiful battle axe taken as a trophy, and the crowds dispersed to go find other “medieval” adventures. I saw the blonde lady and her husband–also in garb, who, in my opinion, would have made a much better Viking–walked over to where the actors were standing together. It looked as if she was apologizing, but the Viking smiled and shook his head laughing. The blonde lady and her husband drifted away, and the actors then went to go take a break till their next show in an hour or so.

That bit of diverting excitement over, I went back to watching the crowd. Most were shopping for Ren Faire souvenirs now. I saw a couple of somewhat familiar faces, people I had sold food to earlier, among the new people. Tired people, getting ready to leave behind their day in the New Middle Ages. Stopping only long enough to spend the last of their pocket cash on some little item that would keep the memoires of this day alive.

Turkey legs were not on their minds now. I did manage to make a few sales to some of the newcomers, but a lot of them had eaten before they got here. This was a familiar pattern to me so I didn’t fret. Food sales would pick up right before the sun began to sink, people grabbing dinner before they left. Then I could bank the fires for the night, wrap everything in foil and call it a good day of sales. Rest, maybe a little quiet time sharing a drink with some close friends from the Ren Faire circuit, grab some sleep in my tent, and then be up at the butt-crack-of-dawn to do this madness one more time.

There were soft foot steps behind me.

“BoBo, I swear to all that is holy, I will cook your ass in my smoker if you blow that damn horn behind me again.” Turning, I saw, not the expected body-suit-wearing jester, but the young kissing wench from earlier. “Sorry, wasn’t expecting you, hun.”

She smiled. “Nope. Not a skinny guy in a cat suit, just a tired wench looking to rest her feet.” She held up the small igloo cooler she was carrying “Cold beer?”

“Oh, yes please. Since you’re buying … miss?”

“Vickie.” She handed me the cold, wet bottle of beer, but I stopped and looked at the odd tattoo on her wrist.

“A semicolon?” I pointed with the bottle then popped the top. I took a slow sip, letting the malt and hops play on my tongue then swallowed. “What’s that about?”

Vickie rubbed at her wrist for a second, almost as if the ink was itchy. I saw her eyes take on a far off look for a moment, and then when she spoke she sounded almost sad.

“It has to do with suicide prevention. A semicolon means it’s not time for the story to end.” She gave me a sad smile and opened her beer. I noticed when she took a sip the top of the bottle was bright red from lipstick. “It’s to help me remember.”

I nodded and sighed. “Yeah, I’ve got some of that kind of ink myself.”

She smiled. “Oh, you have tattoos, Papa?”

It was a true grin. “Yeah, darlin’ more than a few. Some older than you.”

“Let’s see.”

In the face of her eagerness, I unbuttoned the top three wooden buttons on my shirt and pulled the cloth to the side to show the howling wolf tattooed over my heart.

“Feed the right one?” she read the banner under it. “What?”

I rebuttoned my shirt as I explained. “It’s part of a Cherokee proverb. Inside all of us there are two wolves that battle. One good, one evil. And the one that wins is the one you feed.”

“Profound. When did you get it?” she asked, following my gaze when I looked at the smoker out of habit.

“I woke up in jail one morning, hung over to hell. I was about your age. No damn idea how I got there, what I had done. Where I had been. My knuckles were swollen, my jaw hurt so I knew I had been in a fight. As I was sitting there I got to thinking, what if I had killed someone? I mean I had no memory of why I had been in a fight; what if I had really hurt someone? People had already told me I was wild as hell when drunk. Turns out I had done a few rounds with the bouncer at a damn bar. I had to pay damages, he didn’t press charges. So I walked out. That time.” Absently I placed a pair of fingers over that wolf, rubbing the ink in a way similar to what she had done. “But what about the next time? Or the next? So I settled my dumb ass down after that. Got this to remind me.”

“And I offered you alcohol.” She suddenly looked uncomfortable.

“Oh, I’m no teetotaler, girl. Trust me, this is not even the first beer for today, and you can bet your lipstick it’s not going to be the last one either. Excuse me.” Getting up, I took a customer’s order. He was one of those heading home types, and took four legs with him for dinner. When I was at the smoker hood I noticed Vickie licking her lips. “Hungry again?” I asked.

She nodded, so I pulled her out a turkey leg and brought it over. I waved off the move by her to get money out her pouch.

“You’re buying the drinks, least I can do is get dinner.” Sitting back down, I grinned and took a sip of my beer.

“Thank you. This is so good.”

I nodded, accepting the praise. “A man can be good at no more than four things in his life. Cooking turkey legs to perfection is simply one of my four.”

She looked at me odd then smiled. “And what are the other three?”

I shook my head. “Well, if I told what they are then I couldn’t change what they are when I need to.” I reached over and tapped her beer bottle with mine. “But two of them can only happen in the company of a beautiful woman.” I looked up. “Or three beautiful women. Here come your friends.”

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