Cocuk sahibi olma arzusu

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Cocuk sahibi olma arzusu

35 yaşında, sarışın, beyaz tenli dolgun ve diri vücutlu oldukça bakımlı, alımlı bir kadınım. Yuvarlak dolgun kalçalarım, ince narin bir belim ve diri ve dolgun memelerim var. Yolda yürürken her yaştan erkeğin kalçalarıma, memelerime bakarak laf attığı seksi bir kadınınım. 15 yıldır evliyim eşimi de çok seviyorum. Eşim 45 yaşında. Ilımlı, anlayışlı bir yapısı vardır. Ancak eşimin sperm yetersizliği yüzünden çocuğumuz olmadı. Her türlü tıbbi yolu denedik ama bir sonuç alamadık.

Eşimle sürekli çocuk meselesini tartışıyorduk. Ben artık bir kaç yıl içinde yumurtlama kabiliyetimi kaybedeceğimden korkuyordum. Eşim benim ne kadar çok çocuk sahibi olmak istediğimi biliyordu. Bunu da kendisi başaramadığı için çok üzülüyordu. Bir gece yine böyle ateşli bir tartışmanın ortasındaydık. Olay neredeyse ayrılmaya doğru gidiyordu. Kocam ayrılma sözünü duyar duymaz sımsıkı sarıldı bana tartışmayı kesip,
“Gül, senden ayrılırsam ölürüm ben…” dedi. “Seni çok seviyorum aşkım…” Biraz durdu, bekledi, sonra, “Ben yapamıyorsam, sen de başka bir erkekten hamile kal öyleyse…”
Kollarının arasında donup kaldım öylece… Kulaklarıma inanamıyordum. Neler söylüyordu bu adam…
“Saçmalama lütfen…” dedim.

“Saçmalamıyorum aşkım… Suni döllenme falan istemiyorum. Senin hastanelerde kobay faresi gibi iğnelerle deşilmeni, kimin nesi olduğunu bilmediğim insanların döllerini almanı da istemiyorum. Olacaksa doğal ortamında olsun, tanıdığımız, bildiğimiz biri olsun. Sadece bir kez sevişeceksin. Seni hamile bırakacak. Çocuğumuz olmasını sağlayacak. Bizim çocuğumuz… O kadar… Hiç bir şey söyleme şimdi… Ama düşün bunu…”

Düşündüm… Çok uzun süre düşündüm. İlk önce saçma gelmişti bana… Ama bir kaç gün içinde ben de bu fikri benimsemeye başladım. Benimsemekle beraber müthiş bir heyecan da vücudumu kaplamıştı. Yıllardır arzuladığım çocuk özlemim bitecekti. Ama bunun da yanı sıra, ilk defa eşimden başka bir erkeğin olacaktım. Utangaç mizacımdan dolayı evlenene kadar kimseye vermemiştim ve evlendikten sonra da hiç eşimden başka bir erkeğin altına yatmadım.

Eşime söyledim yeni düşüncelerimi, teklifini kabul ettiğimi… Fikri benimsemiştik, ikimiz de onaylamıştık. Ama şimdi daha büyük bir sorunumuz vardı. Uygun erkek kim olacaktı? Çevremizden kim böyle bir teklifi kabul ederdi? Kime güvenebilirdik bu konuda? Hem aradığımız özellikleri olacak, hem istediğimizi yapacak, hem bir daha bizi rahatsız etmeyecek, sırrımızı tutacak…

Bir sabah eşim aniden uygun erkeği bulduğunu söyledi. Kendi mağazasında çalışan elamanlardan birinin bu iş için uygun olduğunu söyledi. Eşimin mağazasında bir yandan üniversitede okuyan, bir yandan da eğitimi için tezgahtar olarak çalışan Serkan… Çok zeki, 18 yasında genç, atletik vücutlu, esmer, yakışıklı, her şeyi ile dört dörtlük bir çocuktu… Ben bir kaç kez mağazada görmüştüm kendisini… Bana Gül abla diye hitap eder ve oldukça saygılı davranırdı.

“Olmaz, onun yaşı çok küçük…” dedim.

“Yaşının ne önemi var ki… Aradığımız bütün özellikler var… Zekası, yakışıklılığı, kusursuz vücut yapısı…” Sözünü kestim, gülümseyerek,

“Tam damızlık diyorsun yani…” O da güldü bu sözüme,

“Ben öyle düşünmemiştim ama, haklısın. Tam damızlık… Örnek erkek… Hem genç olduğundan hormonları başına vurmuştur. Teklifimizi çabucak kabul eder, hem de üniversite eğitimi için para da teklif ederim. Sessiz, sırdaş olmasını, yaşayacaklarımızın aramızda sır olarak kalmasını sağlarım. Ne dersin?”

“Peki canım. Sen nasıl istersen…”

“Haydi o zaman aşkım… Ben çıkıyorum. Serkan’a söylerim bugün, akşama beraber geliriz. Sen de güzelce ona hazırla kendini…” Sarılıp öptü beni giderayak… “Aslında her halinle güzelsin, hazırlığa gerek yok. Ama Serkan’ın başını döndürmeni, üstüne saldırmasını istiyorum bu gece… İstediğimiz şeye daha kolay ve çabuk ulaşırız…”

Bütün gün heyecandan yerimde duramadım. Akşam olmasına yakın uzun bir banyo yaptım, kadınlığımın ve koltukaltımın kıllarını aldım, kremlerle her yerimi ovdum, kaymak gibi oldum. Ve oldukça seksi bir kıyafet giydim. Çocuğu tam anlamıyla tahrik etmek istiyordum.

Bacaklarıma ince jartiyer çorabı, içime kırmızı tanga ve sütyenimi, onun üstüne de dolgun geniş kalçalarımı zor örten süper mini siyah eteğimi giydim. Etek öyle kısaydı ki, her kıpırdanmamda jartiyer çorabımın dantelleri görünüveriyordu alttan… Üst taraf için de diri, yuvarlak memelerimi belli eden kırmızı ipeksi bir body seçip giydim. Bolca parfüm sıktım. Dudaklarımı kırmızı rujumla boyayıp hoş bir makyaj yaptım.

Heyecan içinde beklemeye başladım. Kendimi aygırını bekleyen, döllenmeye hazır ve istekli bir kısrak gibi hissediyordum. Saat 7.00 civarı kapı çaldı ve benim yüreğim hopladı. Heyecanla kapıya koştum. Gelen Serkan ve eşimdi… Ben heyecandan ölüyordum, eşim ise oldukça rahat davranıyordu. Serkan’ın ise genç yüzüne bir utangaçlık çökmüştü; yüzüme bakamıyordu. Başımı aniden çevirdiğim anlarda beni süzerken görüyordum. İstekli, parlayan gözlerle bakıyordu.

Salona geçip oturduk. Eşimle ben yan yana, Serkan ise karşımızdaki kanepeye oturmuştu. Sanki buluşma amacımızı bilmiyormuş gibi havadan sudan mevzulardan konuşuyorduk. Ben koltukta bacak bacak üstüne atarak, zaten mini olan eteğimin daha da sıyrılmasını sağlayarak oturmaya başladım. İnce uzun siyah çoraplı bacaklarımı mümkün olduğunca sergileyerek karşımda oturan genç erkeğe göz ziyafeti veriyordum.
Serkan ise bakışlarını bacaklarıma dikmiş yiyecekmiş gibi bakıyordu. Vücuduma yönelen bu keskin azgın bakışlar beni de heyecanlandırıyordu.

Arada bir bacak değiştirerek, bazen de bacaklarımı aralayıp, jartiyer çorabımı, kırmızı tangamı göstererek çocuğu delirtmeye devam ediyordum. Ayağımdaki yüksek topuklu, burunlarındaki tüylerle süslü siyah lame terlikleri özellikle seçmiştim. Yüksek topuklar sayesinde dizlerim yukarıda kalıyor, kalçalarım ve tanga külodumu istediğim gibi gösterebiliyordum.

Yaptığımız muhabbetlerse oldukça alakasızdı. Eşim monoton bir şekilde mağaza işlerinden bahsediyordu. Zavallı çocuğun o anda hiç de mağaza düşündüğünü zannetmiyordum. Derken ben kalkıp içecek bir şeyler getirmek için mutfağa yöneldim. Dolgun kalçalarımı kıvırta kıvırta odadan çıktım. Ben çıkarken Serkan’ın soluksuz olarak arkadan kalçalarımı izlediğinden emindim. .Onu daha da azdırmak için iyice kıvırtıyordum. İçimdeki dişi ortaya çıkmıştı bir kere..

Mutfaktan daha önce hazırladığım viski kadehlerini, soda ve buzu getirip ikram ettim. bunu yaparken de yuvarlak iri memelerimi Serkan’a göstermeyi ihmal etmedim. Viskileri içerken Serkan’ın iyice terlediğini fark ettim. Sanırım fazla alışık değildi içkiye… Aslında ben de pek alışık sayılmazdım ya… İkinci kadehleri koyarken içim kaynamaya başlamıştı bile…

İçkileri servis yapıp tekrar koltuğa oturup bacak bacak attığımda Serkan iyice cesaretlenmiş, gözün ayırmadan bakıyordu bana… Sonra gözlerini kocama çevirdi, kocama “artık git!!” der gibi bakıyordu. Kocam artık zamanın geldiğini anladı. Elindeki viski kadehini fondip yaparak sehpanın üzerine bıraktı, ayağa kalktı. İkimize birden hitap ederek,

“Eh, ben gideyim artık…” dedi. Serkan bana, ben ona bakıyordum gözümüzü kırpmadan… Neden sonra kocamın ayakta beni beklediğini fark edip ben de kalktım, uğurlamak için kapıya kadar geldim. Kocam dudaklarıma bir öpücük kondurarak

“İyi eğlenceler aşkım!” dedi ve gitti.

Kapıyı kapatıp salona döndüm. Artık Serkan’la yalnız kalmıştık. Kocamla muhabbet ederken geçen heyecanım tekrar geri gelmişti. Yavaşça Serkan’ın yanına oturdum. O da şaşkın bir haldeydi. Önce yine havadan sudan biraz sohbet ettik. Ve asıl konuya geldik. Elimi elinin üzerine koydum,

“Sen de benim gibi heyecanlısın Serkan…” dedim. Yüzü visk**en mi, heyecandan mı bilmiyorum kızarmıştı. O da diğer eliyle elimi tutarak,

“Evet Gül abla…” dedi. “Ama kocanla sizin durumunuzu biliyorum, anlıyorum. Size yardımcı olmaya hazırım. Ne istersen yaparım, özellikle senin için…”

Onun bu anlayışlı, sevecen, gencecik, hatta çocuksu yaşına rağmen hemen olayın üstüne atlamaya çalışmayan, olgun tavrı beni rahatlatmaya yetmişti. Kalkıp slow bir müzik koydum ve

“Dans edelim mi” dedim.

Serkan da kalktı ve dans etmeye başladık. Salonun ortasında bedenlerimiz birbirine yapıştı. Ben ellerimi onun boynuna doladım, o da güçlü kollarıyla belimi sardı. Müzikle beraber yavaş yavaş dans ediyorduk. İri memelerim onun kaslı vücuduna temas ediyor parfüm kokum tüm odayı kaplıyordu. Yavaş yavaş ikimiz de havaya girmeye başlamıştık.

> Serkan ilk baştaki çekingenliğini artık üstünden atmış, vücuduma temas etmenin etkisiyle belli ki iyice kudurmuştu. Elleri belimi sıvazlamaya başladı. Artık resmen okşuyordu belimi… Onun gözlerine bakıp gülümsedim. Bundan daha da cesaret alarak ellerini daha aşağıya kaydırarak kalçalarımı okşamaya başladı. Sert güçlü elleriyle yumuşak dolgun kalçalarımı avuçluyor yoğuruyordu. İki eliyle sertçe kalça yanaklarımı avuçlayarak kendine çekti ve bedenlerimiz bir anda tamamen yapıştı. Sertliğini hisseder hissetmez,
“Ihhh…” diye bir inilti koptu ağzımdan. Çünkü erkekliği, arada giysilerimiz olduğu halde önüme baskı yapıyordu. Anlaşılan oldukça iri bir şeydi.

Hareketleri hoyratlaşmaya başladı. Bir anda kırmızı rujlu dudaklarıma yumuldu ve emmeye başladı. Elleri artık mini eteğimin altına dalmış, jartiyer çorabımın açıkta bıraktığı çıplak tenimi, kalçalarımı sertçe okşamakla meşguldü.

Ben de boynuna sımsıkı sarılmıştım. Hoyrat öpücüklerine karşılık vermeye çalışırken geniş omuzlarını, uzun saçlarını okşuyordum durmadan… Kalçamı okşayan ellerden biri yukarıya çıkmış, badimin içine elini sokup memelerimi okşuyordu. Utangaç genç delikanlı, sert hoyrat birine dönüşmüştü. Bütün bu olanlarla artık iyice azmıştım ve amım baya sulanmıştı. Serkan dudaklarımı emmeyi bırakıp

“Artık yatak odasına geçelim… Duramıyorum…” dedi ve elimden tuttuğu gibi beni yatak odasına sürükledi.

Telaşlı adımlarla, koştururcasına gittiğimiz yatak odasına girer girmez beni bıraktı, bir çırpıda soyundu. Üzerindeki kot pantolonu, gömleği, çamaşırlarını teker teker fırlatıp attı. Çırılçıplak kalmıştı karşımda… Kendini yatağa attı sırtüstü…

Aman allahım!! Tam bacaklarının arasında yirmi santim civarında simsiyah kalın damarlı bir organ dimdik yükseliyordu. İlk defa böyle iri bir erkeklik görüyordum. Eşiminki ancak 12 santimdi. Dans ederken kasıklarıma sürtüp duran şey buydu demek ki… Serkan taş gibi olmuş olan aletini sıvazlayarak,

“Soyun hadi… Elbiselerini çıkar önce… Yavaş yavaş…” dedi.

Konuşması hareketleri iyice sertleşmişti. Tam bir aygıra dönüşmüştü bu genç erkek. Kendimi bu ateşli erkeğe sunmak için titreyen ellerimle soyunmaya başladım. Badimi tutup başımdan attım. Fermuarını indirdiğim dar mini eteğimi kalçalarımı kıvırarak aşağı sıyırdım, ayağımdan çıkardım. Kırmızı iç çamaşırlarım ve jartiyer çorabımla kalmıştım. Sikini sıvazlayarak beni izliyordu heyecanla… Benim de ondan kalır yanım yoktu… Dudaklarım kurumuştu heyecandan…

“Dur…” dedi. “Etrafında dön, seni böyle göreyim…” Dediğini yaptım. Yavaş yavaş döndüm, vücudumu gösterdim erkeğime…

“Ohhh… Çok seksisin Gül abla… Senin çıplaklığını hayal etmeye çalıştım hep mağazaya geldiğin zamanlar… Çok güzel olduğunu biliyorum ama… Seninle seviştiğimi kurdum hep otuzbir çekerken… Hayalimde öyle çok siktim ki seni… Gerçekten tam sikilecek kadınmışsın…” Gülümsedim,
“Teşekkür ederim canım… İltifat mı bu bana?” dedim.
“Ohhh… Evet… Hayranım sana… Güzelliğine… Seksiliğine… Vücuduna… Çamaşırlarını da çıkar haydi… Çorap kalsın ama… Çamaşırlarını çıkar ve yanıma gel… Ablam benim… Güzeller güzeli Gül ablam…”

Dediğini yaptım. Yanına gittim. Yatağa oturdum. Güzel, genç, kaslı, diri vücuduna baktım arsızca… Öyle iştah uyandırıcı görünüyordu ki… Elimi uzatıp göğsünde, kasıklarında, bacaklarında gezdirdim. Ürperiyordu parmaklarımın altında… Elimi tutup özellikle sikinin üzerine getirdi.

“Hadi bakalım Gül abla! Em bu kara yılanı ve kendin için iyice hazırla…” dedi.

Beni sikmeye hazırlanan bu genç yakışıklının bana durmadan abla diye hitap etmesi de ayrı bir tahrik noktasıydı benim için… O abla dedikçe içim bir hoş oluyordu. Bir çırpıda eğildim, güzel aletini kaparak emmeye başladım. Koca bir yılan gibi ağzıma girip çıkıyordu. Tüm denemelerime rağmen ancak yarısı ağzıma sığıyordu. Gırtlağıma kadar alıyordum. Sonra üzerine çıkıp altmışdokuz pozisyonuna geçtim. Amımı ağzına verdim. Altımda, başı bacaklarımın arasında, vantuz gibi amımı emiyordu. Ben de iri yarrağın tadını çıkartıyordum.

Dakikalarca birbirimizi yaladık… Parmaklarımın derisinden, aletinin içinde yürüyen kanın akışını, sıcaklığını, ateşini duyabiliyordum. Erkeğimin dili amımda gezindikçe, dudaklarını, klitorisimi somurup emdikçe zevkten kıvranıyor, ağzımın içindeki sertliği ısırasım, ısıra ısıra yiyesim geliyordu… İyice kıvama geldikten sonra
“Yeter artık Gül abla… Biraz daha emersen boşalacağım… Hadi bakalım aç bacaklarını! Kılıcı kınına sokma zamanı geldi…” dedi.

İstemeye istemeye ağzımdan çıkarıp yatağa sırtüstü uzandım. Bacaklarımı açabildiğim kadar açtım. O da kalkıp bacaklarımın arasına girdi dizlerinin üstünde… Bana yaklaşırken taş gibi olmuş, nerdeyse göbeğine değecek gibi dikilen sikini deliğime hizalayabilmek için üstten bastırmak zorunda kalmıştı. Semsert olmuş yarrağını amıma yerleştirdi. Heyecanım doruktaydı. Ve bir hamlede içime gömdü koca yarağı… Aman allahım…
Gerçekten de kınına giren bir kılıç gibi derinlerime indi koca erkeklik aleti… Bir çığlık attım ki sanırım bütün apartman duydu. Hızlı hızlı girip çıkmaya başladı. Bense altında durmadan kıvranıyor, kısık kısık inliyordum. İyice hızlandı. Offf…. Dayanılır gibi değildi. Gencecik bir delikanlı tarafından acımasızca sikiliyordum. Bir yandan sokup çıkarırken bir yandan da dişlerinin arasından tıslayarak,
“Al al daha derine al! Sen hiç gerçek yarrak yememişsin… Oohhhh! Tohumlayacağım seni!! Dölleyeceğim! Rahmini dolduracağım. Aall!!” diyerek beni iyice kudurtuyordu.

Sonra bacaklarımı omzuna aldı ve tüm ağırlığıyla üstüme çullandı. Bu pozisyonda daha da derinlerime girmeye başlamıştı… Sokup çıkardıkça hafif kıllı kasıkları kasıklarıma, sallanıp duran koç yumurtası büyüklüğündeki taşakları su içinde kalmış arka deliğime şap şap çarpıyordu. Deliriyordum zevkten… Aleti bir makina gibi hızlı hızlı girip çıkıyordu içime…

Nefes alıp vermesi iyice hızlandı. Benim de çığlıklarım iyice arttı. Zevkin zirvesine çıkıyor, orgazm oluyordum. Kalçalarımı indirip kaldırıyor, onun koca sikinin hamlelerini amımla karşılamaya, içime daha çok almaya çalışıyordum kasılırken… Ve sonunda kasılan vajinamla adeta sikini sağdığım erkeğim de bir boğa gibi sesler çıkartmaya başladı.

“Geliyorumm! Geliyorumm!” diyerek bir anda kasıldı.

Ben de büyük bir çığlık attım. Tüm vücudu heykel gibi kasılarak içime bir fıskiye gibi döllerini fışkırtmaya başladı. Rahmimin sımsıcak dölleriyle dolduğunu, ateş gibi yandığını hissedebiliyordum. Boşalması çok uzun sürdü. Durmadan tazyikli bir şekilde içime atıyordu dölünü…

Son damlasına kadar boşalttıktan sonra içimde yarrağının küçülmeye başladığını hissettim. Ve üzerime yığıldı kaldı. İkimiz de soluk soluğaydık. Bir süre öyle uzandıktan sonra Serkan kalktı ve banyoya yöneldi. Bana

“Sen böyle biraz uzan, ayağa kalkarsan spermlerim içinde rahat ilerleyemez…” dedi.

Ben de bacaklarımı aralayıp on dakika kadar öylece uzandım. Azgın boğamın spermlerinin kuyruklarını vura vura, yumurtamı bulmak için içimde ilerlediğini hayal edebiliyordum. Sevişmenin ateşinden, havanın sıcaklığından su gibi ter içinde kalmıştım. Böyle bir şey yaşadığıma inanamıyordum. Benden tam 20 yaş küçük bir erkeğe deli gibi siktirmiştim kendimi…

Sonra kalkıp ben de banyoya geçtim. Banyoda duşun altındaydı erkeğim… Çırılçıplak yanına, suyun altına girdim ben de… Minnetle, sevgiyle onun çıplak vücuduna sarıldım sımsıkı… Gözlerim kapalı, üzerimizden akan ılık suyun altında bu anın tadını çıkardım… Sonra dönüp o da bana sarıldı. Az önce içime boşalan aleti benim sarılmamla yine bir anda dikilmiş, taş gibi olmuştu. Bacaklarımın arasında dolaşıyordu ıslak ıslak…

Yavaş hareketlerle, suda yüzer gibi öpüştük. Duş şampuanını alıp köpüklere boğdu ikimizi de… Kaygan vücutlarımızla döne sarıla yılanlar gibi birbirimizi okşadık. Sonra arkama geçti kollarından ayırmadan… Başımı bastırarak öne eğdirdi, domalttı. Sertliği arkamdan yanaşmış, bacaklarımın arasındaydı şimdi… Ve o şekilde içime girdi…
O gece sabaha kadar banyoda, yatak odasındaki geniş yatakta defalarca sahip oldu bana… İçimi dölleriyle suladı, yıkadı… Her defasında büyük bir zevkle amıma akıttı dölünü… Bu genç damızlık aygırın altında kadın olmanın bütün zevklerini yaşadım o gece…

Sabahın ilk ışıklarıyla birlikte dudaklarıma bir öpücük kondurdu ve

“Anne olmayı hak ediyorsun. Çocuğuma iyi bak!” diyerek evden ayrıldı.

Ben de bütün gece yaşadığım korkunç zevklerin sarhoşluğuyla tekrar banyoya geçtim ve bir güzel yıkandım. Çok mutluydum. Öylesine mutluydum ki… Akşam eve merakla gelen kocama bütün olanları en ince ayrıntılarına kadar bir bir anlattım. Beni seven, isteklerimi anlayan, yerine getirmeye çalışan sevgili kocamın her şeyi bilmeye hakkı vardı. O da benim mutlu olmama çok memnun oldu. Defalarca öptü beni sevinçle…

Ama benim aklımda bir gece önce yaşadıklarım vardı. Kadınlığın zirvesine çıkmıştım Serkan’ın genç kollarında… Yaşamadığım zevkleri yaşamıştım. Kasıklarımda hala onun erkekliğinin, müthiş sertliğinin verdiği dolgunluk hissi vardı. Doymamıştım, doyamamıştım o zevke… Kocama sarıldım. Kulağına fısıldadım,

“Aşkım… Çocuk olması için bir defa yeterli olur mu sence?” Durdu, yüzüme baktı.

“Haklısın karıcım…” dedi. “İşimizi garantiye alalım. Ben Serkan’a söyleyeyim. Mutlu haberi alıncaya kadar tekrarlayalım bunu…” Sevinçle sarıldım kocama… Öptüm… Öptüm…

“Teşekkür ederim… Sen bir tanesin… Benim anlayışlı, düşünceli kocam…” dedim.

“Ama otele gitmek, senden ayrı kalmak istemiyorum. Nasıl olsa üçümüz de neler olduğunu biliyoruz. Niye ayrılalım ki… Ben de yanınızda kalayım kabul edersen…”

“Sen bilirsin kocacım… Sen nasıl istersen öyle olsun…” Minnetle sarıldım kocama, huzur içinde uyuduk.

Ertesi gün öğlende kapı çalındı. Mobilyacılar gelmiş, kocamın benden habersiz sipariş ettiği yeni yatağı getirmişlerdi. Hayretle onların eski yatağımızı söküp götürmelerini, yerine kocaman, ikiz yataklı, sütunlu cibinlikli geniş bir yatak odası takımını kurmalarını, duvarlara büyük boy aynaları takmalarını, yine yanlarında getirdikleri saten örtüleri, tülleri yerleştirmelerini izledim.

Akşam yine Serkan’la beraber geldi kocam… Bu kez evden gitmedi. Neşe içinde yenen akşam yemeğinden sonra, elimizde kadehlerle, yeni kurulan yatak odasına üçümüz beraber gittik. Biz soyunurken kocam odanın her köşesine yerleştirdiğim mumları yaktı. O da soyundu. Beni aralarına aldılar. Okşadılar, sevdiler, öptüler… Nereye baksak, duvarlardaki aynalarda, mumların titreşip duran loş ışığında, birbirine karışan, kolları bacakları birbirini saran üç çıplak vücut görüyorduk. Bu da afrodizyak etkisi yaratıyordu üçümüzde de…

Serkan, aygırım, ben kocamın kollarında uzanırken bacaklarımı aralayıp sahip oldu bana… Kocamın kucağına yaslanmış, kocam göğüslerimi avuçlayıp dudaklarımı öpücüklere boğarken, o da kaslı gövdesiyle bacaklarımın arasında ağır ağır inip kalkıyor, koca erkekliğiyle içime girip çıkıyordu. Yine zevkin zirvelerine çıktım. Yine döllerini akıttı içime… Her şey öylesine mükemmeldi ki…

Günlerce sürdü bu üçlü yaşam… Artık vücudumda bir değişiklik, bir haber, bir müjde bekliyoruz.

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Merhaba arkadaşlar.Geçen yaz tatil için ailemle antalya kaş a gittim.Otele yerleşip ilk günü atlattıktan sonra 2.gün saat 10 civarı sahile inip yanlız başıma şezlongta güneşlenirken bir yandan da önümden yanımdan geçen güzel hatunlara bakıyordum.Ama asıl aradığım kişi çok uzakta değil yan şezlongumdaymış da fark edememişim.Yönümü bu esmer bayana doğru döndüğümde fiziği inanılmaz etkilemişti ilk anda beni.Bir süre onu kaçamak bakışlarla süzdükten sonra önce telefondaki ses tonu sonrada önündeki kabarıklık bu kişinin bayan değil travesti olduğunu anlamamı sağladı ve dikkatim artık sadece ondaydı.Sanırım abartı bakışlarım onunda dikkatini çekmişti çünkü arada oda bana bakıyordu.

Devamlı telefon görüşmesi yapmasından dolayı bir türlü tanışma fırsatı doğmadı.Uygun anın gelmeyeceğini anlayınca denize girmek için hareketlendim.Şnorkel ve gözlüğümü alıp suya girip bir süre yüzdüm.Suyun içinden başımı çıkardığımda yerinde olmadığını görüp şansı yitirdiğimi düşündüm o an ve yeniden suya dalıp denizin dibini seyrederken birşeye çarptım.Gözlüğü çıkarttığım an çarptığım kişinin o olduğunu görünce içten sevinçle beraber şaşkınlığa uğradım. Özür dilerim dibe baktığım için sizi görmedim derken travesti hafif erkekçe sesiyle sorun değil bende zaten bilerek önüne geçtim deyince şaşırdım.

Nasıl bilerek önümde durdunuz deyince 1 saattir şezlongta gözünle yedin bitirdin buna kayıtsız kalamadım dedi.Bende kusura bakma fiziğin çok güzeldi bence kimse buna kayıtsız kalmazdı zaten ayrıca travestiler her zaman ilgi alanımdır diye ekleyince demek anladın travesti olduğumu dedi.İlk an bilemedim ama ses tonunuz ve önünüzdeki canavardan travesti olduğunuzu anladım.Ben bisexuelim her türlü deneyimi yaşadım deyince ufak bir tebessümle desene şenliği burdada bulduk derken biz bir yandan da hafifçe sahile doğru yürümeye başlamıştık.Adının eda olduğunu 5 günlük tatil için arkadaşlarıyla geldiğini ama onların işi çıktığı için geri dönmek zorunda kaldıklarını,pasiflikten hoşlandığını falan anlattı.

Kıyıya çıkıp kurulandıktan sonra edayla bir süre daha sohbet edip birbirimizi tanıdık.Bişeyler yapalım, bi yerde bişeyler içelim istersen diye teklif ederken asıl bomba teklif edadan geliverdi. Boşver biyerde takılmayı kaç günlerdir sexe açım içime almayalı 2 haftayı geçti neredeyse;hadi benim otele geçelim daha rahat oluruz demesiyle hemen yola koyulduk.Bir çırpıda otele girip gizli saklı şekilde odasına geçtik.İçeri girer girmez eda beni yatağa itip üzerime uzandı.Ben yol boyu olaya nasıl başlayacağımı düşünüyordum ama eda işin ehliydi her anlamda beni rahatlatan olayları başlatması beni daha da mutlu ediyordu. Dudaklarına yumulduğum gibi bir yandan birbirimizi yiyor gibi öpüşüyor bir yandan da ellerimiz bedenlerimizi keşfediyordu.Penislerimiz sertleşmiş birbirine sürter halde 5 dk kadar öpüştükten sonra eda üstümden kalkıp elimi tuttuğu gibi duşa ilerledi.

Önce şu tuzdan tenimizi bir kurtaralım diyerek aynı anda soyunmuş ve bir anda duşun altına girmiştik.Yumuşak dokunuşlarla beni güzelce şampuanlayıp köpüğe boğmuş bir yandan da kendinede aynını uygulayarak vücutlarımızı deniz tuzundan arındırmaya başladı.Sıcak suyun altında iyice gevşemiş haldeydik 2mizde.Eda ben iç temizliği yapayım diyerek yanımdan ayrılıp klozette iç temizliğini yaparken ben suyun altında onun ustaca hareketlerini izliyordum.Kısa sürede işini bitirip hadi bakalım bunun hakkını verme vaktin geldi deyip daha tam sertleşmemiş haldeki penisimden tutup odaya doğru sürüklediği gibi beni yatağa oturttu.Önümde eğilip eliyle alttan tutup baya kalınmış demesiyle başını ağzına almaya başladı.Ufak hareketlerle adım adım daha büyük kısmını ağzına ala ala en dibine kadar geldi kısa sürede.İşini öyle iyi yapıyorduki bir yandan dilini ustaca kullanıyor elleride boş durmayıp yumurtalıklarımı ovalayıp daha farklı hazlar katıyordu.5 dk dan fazladır sıkılmadan zevk aldığımı görünce başını penisimden çekip benim bırakmamı bekleme ben saxo delisiyimdir sıkıldıysan söyle deyince yoo ben halimden memnunum böyle saxo çeken biri varken neden sıkılayım ama boş boş olmuyor deyip edayı bir hamlede yerden kaldırıp yatağa çekip 69 pozisyonuna geçirdim.

Eda da halinden memnun şekilde direk aletime yumuldu tekrardan bende boş durmayıp tam dudak hizama getirdiğim normalden baya dar durumda olan kıldan arınmış deliğine yumulmaya başladım.2 mizde görev yerimizde öyle güzel iş çıkarıyordukki birbirimizin iniltilerini duyurmayı amaç edinmiş gibiydik sanki.Eda deliğinin yalanmasıyla inliyor bir süre iniltileri sürüp bir an aletime başını gömüp benim zevkten inlememi sağlayarak daha da zevk alıyordu.Parmaklarımla bir süre genişlettiğim deliği tamamen hazır hale gelince edada kıvama geldiğini anladığı an yerinden doğrulup çekmeceye elini atıp prezervatf çıkarttı.Hızlıca çıkartıp penisime yerleştirdiği gibi yüzü bana gelecek şekilde üstüme oturup eliyle deliğine ayarladı ve yavaşça oturup kalkmaya başladı üstümde.Her oturup kalkışında azar azar derken son bir hamle yapıp kendini bırakınca hepsini içine almayı başarıp derinden bir ohhh çekip bekledi bir süre.

Birden ayaklarını oturma pozisyonuna getirmesiyle ellerini de göğsüme koyup hızlı hareketlerle oturup kalkmaya başladı.Öyle sert itiyorduki kendini aletim en derine ulaşıp başına kadar rahatlıyor tekrar oturmasıyla yeniden karanlıklara ulaşıyordu.Eda hiç ara vermeden bu şekilde kucağımda kendini bana öyle güzel siktiriyorduki kendimi bırakmış hiç hareket etmeden edayı izlemek bile büyük bir haz veriyordu bana.Bir süre bu şekilde yüksek tempoda üstümde kalkıp oturmayı sürdürmüş olan eda yorulmuş olacakki bacaklarını yana saldı.Sırayı devir alma vaktiydi edayı belinden sarıp bir hamlede altıma alıp bacaklarını omuzuma dayadığım gibi hızlı hızlı gir çık yapmaya başlayınca keyif alma sırası edaya gelmişti.Ellerini kalçalarımdan tutmuş benimle beraber gir çık yapıyordu resmen kendine çekerek.Arada yavaşladığımda ufak tokatlar atıyor durma sertçe sik beni diye söyleniyordu.Hareketlerimi iyice hızlandırmış sertçe en dibine geçirmeye başlamıştımki edanın önünde uyuyan canavarda kendine gelmeye başladı.Elimle tutup sıvazlamaya başlayınca giderek büyümesi hazzını dahada arttırmış olmalıki beni kendine öyle şiddetle çekmeye başlaması bunun kanıtıydı resmen.

Elimde sıvazlamam ve aynı andada sikmemin etkisiyle eda daha fazla dayanamayıp sarsılarak karnına göğüsüne doğru şiddetle boşalmaya başladı.Peçeteyle döllerini sildikten sonra eda sen ne duruyorsun bakayım devam et diye popoma bi tokat daha attı.Tam bu an içinden çıkıp yatakta döndürdüm ve üstüne uzanıp bir hamlede deliğe girip ardı ardına sertçe sokmaya başladım.Eda altımda kıvranıyor her darbemde kalçasından şap şap sesleri çıkıyor bende zevkten deliye dönüp dahada şevkle girip çıkıyordumki bunca heyecana daha fazla dayanamayıp prezervatifi çıkarttığım gibi edayı kendime doğru çevirdiğim an göğsüne doğru boşalmaya başladım.5-6 günlük birikmişlikten dolayı öyle çok boşaldımki göğsü yüzü döl içinde kalmıştı edanın.Üstüne uzanıp dudaklarına yumuldum ve bir süre bu şekilde yattık.2 mizde ter içinde kalmış baya yorulmuştuk.Eda kendine gelip kulağıma usulca süperdin erkeğim hakkını baya iyi verdin teşekkür ederim deyince sende öylesin fıstık ben teşekkür ederim asıl deyip beraberce tekrardan duşa girdik.Bir kez de duşta sex yaptıktan sonra üstümü giyinip yarın için plan yapıp edadan ayrıldım.Devamı 2. hikayede

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O gün mini kot eteğimi giydim, üzerine triko bluzumu. Bu eteğimi çok sevdiğini biliyordum. Ne zaman beni bu eteğimle görse heyecanlanıyordu. Oturduğum zaman önümde oluşan küçük üçgenden külotumu görmeye çalıştığını fark ediyordum. Onun beni bu kadar beğenmesi çok hoşuma gidiyordu.

Boyum 1,65. 51 kiloyum. Göğüslerim vücuduma oranla çok az büyük. Bacaklarım düzgündür. Kalçam ise biraz küçük… Adım, Şebnem.

Erkek arkadaşım Can, ben, Can’ın en yakın arkadaşı Efe ve Efe’nin kız arkadaşı o gün Silivri’ye Can’ın ailesinin evine gitmiştik. Bütün gün denize girdik, güneşlendik. Can ile yaklaşık altı aydır beraberiz. Efe ise Can’ın çocukluk arkadaşı… Kız arkadaşı Efe’nin dönemlik sevgililerinden biri. Tanıdığımdan beri hiç uzun bir ilişkisine şahit olmadım Efe’nin. Onunla Can’la çıkmaya başladığımızda tanıştım. İlk başlarda bugün düşündüğüm gibi düşünmesem de son bir aydır Efe’ye dayanılmaz bir arzu duyuyorum. Onun da bana ilgisinin farkındayım. Bazen bana bakarken yakalıyorum. Sevgilimin en yakın arkadaşını arzuluyorum.

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Denizden çıkıp eve geldik. Efe’ler kendi odalarına biz de kendi odamıza geçtik yemeğe hazırlanmak için. Odaya girdiğimizde Can arkadan sarıldı bana. Bütün gün her fırsatta yemişti beni. Denizin içinde ellerini üzerimden hiç çekmedi.

Bir elini kumsalda giydiğim uzun tuniğin üzerinden göğsümü avuçlarken diğer eli ile kasıkları kavradı. Yanında çok küçük kalıyordum. Boynumu öperken ve vücudumu okşarken çok tahrik oluyordum.

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Ellerinden kurtuldum Can’ın. Yüzüne bakarak geri geri giderken yüzümde çapkın bir gülümseme vardı.

Tuniği çıkarttım. Bikinimin üzerini çıkarttım. Can artık kontrolden çıkmak üzereydi. Göğüslerim serin deniz tuzunun etkisi ile dimdikti ve uçları şişmişti. İşaret parmağımla Can’a gelmesini işaret ettim. Komutumu bekliyordu ve işaretimle beni kavradı. Dudaklarımız kenetlendi. Kasıklarından sürekli sertleşerek irileşen siki göbeğime değiyordu.

Geri geri giderek yatağa oturdum. Kasıklarıyla göz göze idim. Şortunun iplerini çözerek düşmesini sağladım. Sayısını hatırlamadığım sefer emdiğim bu siki tekrar karşımda gördüğümde iştahımdan bir şey kaybetmemiştim. Taşakları denizin etkisi ile büzüşmüştü. Sikini dibinden kavradım elimle. Can’ın gözlerine bakarak azıma aldım sikini. Başını dilimle okşayarak seviyordum. Alabildiğim kadar dibine aldım sikini ağzıma.

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Can eliyle başımı tutup ağzımı sikmeye başladı. Ara sıra çıkartıp tümünü yalıyorum ve tekrar sikini ağzıma sokuyordum. Can çok sertti. Ben sikini emerken eğilip bikinimin altının iplerini çözdü. Olduğum yerde yatağa yattım. Can bir bacağımı omzuna kaldırıp amımı iyice açtı. Sikini amımın dudaklarının arasına yerleştirdi ve ilerlemeye başladı. İçime alırken adeta genişliyordum ama sırılsıklam olmuştum ve zorlanmadan ilerliyordu Can. Soluğum kesiliyordu. Dibine kadar girdi Can içime… Ve hızlanarak becermeye başladı beni.

“Seni becermeyi çok seviyorum” dedi.

Solumakla inlemek arasında,

“Ben de beni becermeni seviyorum…“ dedim.

Hızlanarak beceriyordu Can beni. Artık iyice gevşemişti kaslarım. Öbür bacağımı beline dolayıp kendime çektim Can’ı. Kılsız ve sert kalçasına uzanıp sanki daha fazla girebilecekmiş gibi kendime çektim. Can temposunu değiştirmeden beceriyordu beni ve siki adeta içimde büyüyordu.

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Artık soluklarım ve inlemelerim karışmıştı birbirine. Gelmek üzereydim. Can bunu anlamıştı. Soluklarım hızlanmıştı ve Can sikini dibine kadar amıma gömdü ve içimde dans etmeye başladı. Daha fazla dayanamadım ve sarsılarak ve bağırıp sesimin duyulmaması için elime geçirdiğim yastığı yüzüme kapatarak boşaldım.

Can durdu. Çıktı içimden. Ters dönmemi sağladı. Zamanımız kısıtlı olduğunda ve boşalmak istediğinde yapardı bunu. Aslında bunu ona ben göstermiştim ilk ve bunu çok seviyordu. Yatağa yüzükoyun uzandım. Kıçımı çok az kaldırdım. Amıma yerleşti tekrar ve yüklenmesi ile tüm bedenim yatağa yapıştı. Can içime girdikçe kasıkları kalçama çarpıyor, çıkan ses beni müthiş tahrik ediyordu.

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Az önce boşalmanın etkisi ile amımın içi sırılsıklamdı ve Can hızla beceriyordu beni. Bu pozisyonda daralıyordu amım ve Can’ın sikinin adeta her damarını hissediyordum. Can beni yatağın yaylarında sektiriyordu. Birden dibine kadar girip amıma durdu ve boşalmak için çıktı içimden. Kalçama, sırtıma boşaldı. Sanki işiyor gibiydi. Sırtım sırılsıklam oldu. Can yığıldı yanıma.

Zar zor doğrulup dudaklarını öpüp banyoya geçtim. Duşumu alıp hazırlanmaya başladığımda Can duşa girmişti. Mini kot eteğimi giydim, üzerine triko bluzumu. Efe’nin bu eteğimi çok sevdiğini biliyordum. Az önce beni beceren sevgilimin arkadaşının da beni becermesini istiyordum ama bunu nasıl yapacağımı bilmiyordum.

Evin antresinde Efe ve Gül bizi bekliyordu. Gül çok zeki olmayan ama çok seksi bir kızdı. Efe’nin seks ihtiyacını karşıladığına emindim. Arabaya doğru yürürken Can

“Dostum sen kullan, benim kasıklar fena yorgun” dedi gülerek.

Efe gülümseyerek ama sanki biraz da kıskanarak önce Can’a bakıp anahtarları aldı sonra bana baktı. İçim eriyordu bana baktığında. Efe şoför koltuğuna, Gül onun yanına yerleştiğinde biz çoktan arka koltukta oturuyorduk. Yemeğimizi yakındaki kendin pişir kendine ye restoranda yedik. Can ve Efe rakı içerlerken biz Gül ile kırmızı şarap içtik.

Hepimiz çakır keyif olmuştuk hatta erkekler biraz daha fazlası olmuşlardı. Efe bütün gece her fırsatta kot eteğimin izin verdiği boşluklara bakıyordu. Triko bluzumun göğüslerimle bütünleşmesinden etkilendiğini görebiliyordum.

Can Efe’nin kulağına bir şeyler söyledi arabaya giderken. Efe yine şoför koltuğuna yerleşti ve geri kalan herkes yine yerlerini aldı. Arabaya bindiğimizde Efe Gül’ün dudaklarını yiyerek öptü. Dilini kızın gırtlağına kadar sokmuştu adeta. Can

“Hadi oğlum eve kadar sabret” diyerek takıldı Efe’ye ve kucağıma yattı. Yüzünü kasıklarıma doğru çevirip uyuklamaya başladı. Gül az önce ki öpüşmenin etkisi ile çok tahrik olmuştu. Dili Efe’nin kulağında geziniyordu. Ben arada onlara bakıyor daha çok yola dikkat ediyordum. Bir fermuar sesi ile irkildim. Gül Efe’nin sikini emiyordu.

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Can da Gül’ün çıkarttığı seslere irkildi ve

“Oğlum bu ne lan?“ diyerek gülmeye başladı. “Haydi Gül süpersin…” diyerek kızı cesaretlendiriyordu. Araba her halde 20 km hızla ilerliyordu tenha yolda. Can bana döndü,

“Görüyorsun milleti biz ne duruyoruz?“ dedi.

O an dikiz aynasında Efe ile göz göze geldik. İçimde ki kaltak uyanmıştı. Elimi eteğimin içine sokup külotumu tek hamlede çıkarttım. Can’ın gözü döndü

“Amına koyyim süper oğlum…” diyerek eteğimi sıyırdı.

Çıplak kalçam arabanın deri koltuğuna yapıştı adeta. Sağ bacağımı kaldırıp önümde diz çöken Can’ın omzuna yerleştirdim. Can dilini harika kullanıyor, alkolün de etkisi ile coşarak adeta yiyordu amımı. Efe dikiz aynasını eliyle düzeltip beni tam karşısına getirdi. Gül’ün ağzını sikerken beni siktiğini düşündüğüne emindim.

Can’ın dili beni sırılsıklam yaptı. Artık becerilmem gerekiyordu ve eve daha mesafe vardı. Can birden doğrulup,

“Em beni Şebnem…“ dedi ve uzandı koltuğa. Onu emmek istiyordum ama benim de amımın ilgiye ihtiyacı vardı. Uzanan Can’ın üzerinde ters dönerek 69 pozisyonu aldım. Can,

“Amına koyyim oğlum, bu karı müthiş…” dedi benim için gülerek.

Gül doğrulup bize baktı, sonra kaldığı yerden devam etmek için Efe’nin sikine yumuldu. Can’ın siki yine çok iri ve çok sertti. Can amımı yerken ben onun sikini yiyordum. Araba artık bir seks mabedine dönmüştü. Yaklaşık 5 dakika birbirimizi yedikten sonra ben doğruldum.

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Can amımı yemeye devam ediyordu ve Efe aynadan çıldırmış gibi bana bakıyordu. Gül çoktan işini bitirmiş bir peçeteye ağzındakileri çıkartıyordu. Efe o an arabayı kenara çekip beni hırsla sikecek gibi bakıyordu ve bana bu şekilde bakması beni müthiş tahrik ediyordu. Efe bu duruma daha fazla tahammül edemedi ve hızlanarak evin bahçesine girdi. Araba durunca

“Can geldik hadi” dedim. Can

“Sakın inme…“ dedi.

Altımdan kayarak çıktı. Arabadan indi ve kalçamın dönük olduğu kapıyı açarak beni domalttı ve orada sikini amıma soktu. Çıldırmış gibi sikiyordu beni ve müthiş ıslanmıştım. Çığlık atmamak için zor tutuyordum kendimi. Elini saçıma doladı Can ve kulağıma eğilip

“Seni sikmeye doyamıyorum kaltak” dedi.

Bana kaltak denmesi beni çok tahrik ediyor.

“Becer beni, becer… Küçük bir kaltak kızmışım gibi becer…“ diye inledim.

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Can darbeleriyle beni içeri sürüklerken o da arabanın içindeydi artık. Ben diğer kapının camına yapıştım. Can hızla sikiyordu beni. Cama dayalı yüzüm artık sıkışmaya başlamıştı. Camı açma koluna ulaştım ve kendimi rahatlatmak için camı indirdim biraz ama artık Can’ın siki sanki içimi kaplamıştı. Camı indirdiğimde Efe ile göz göze geldik. Gül ortalarda yoktu.

Can çılgın gibi sikerken beni, Efe yüzünde hiç görmediğim bir ifade ile bakıyordu bana. Sanki durdurmak istiyordu bunu ama elinden bir şey gelmiyordu. Beni bu kadar arzulaması, kıskanması daha çok tahrik olmamı sağladı ve bu sefer kendimi tutmayarak ve çığlık atarak boşaldım. Can birden durdu ve içimden çıkıp kalçama boşaldı. Yine adeta işiyordu. Can’ın taşakları sanki döl torbası gibiydi.

Arabadan inerken bacaklarım uyuşmuştu. Can son 4 saat içinde beni iki kez çok sağlam becermişti. Daha önemlisi artık Efe’nin beni istediğinden emindim. Kendimi ona becertecektim. Buna kararlıydım. Ama nasıl…

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Arabadan indiğimde Efe’nin o çok beğenerek baktığı eteğim belimde toplanmıştı ve kalçam ile amım açıktaydı. Uyuşan bacaklarımın ve genişleyen amımın etkisi ile zar sor toplayıp kendimi eteğimi düzeltirken Efe gözlerini benden alamıyordu. Can ise arabada yığılmıştı. Efe ile göz göze bakıştık bir süre.

Arabaya dönüp Can’a yardım ettim. Efe arabayı kilitleyip girdi içeri. Biz Can’la beraber sarılmış olarak içeri girdik. Efe salonda bir koltuğa oturmuştu. Gül ise çoktan odaya çıkmıştı. Can

“Oğlum kasıklarım ağrıyor. Taşaklarımı kuruttu bu hatun” dedi ve öğdü beni. Efe sinirli bir gülümseme ile

“Şanslı adamsın oğlum. Dikkat et kaçırma elinden” dedi. Gülüştük. Oysa gerçekten gülen sadece Can’dı.

Odaya çıktık. Can yatağa yığıldığı gibi uyumaya başladı. Zar zor pantolonunu çıkarttım. boxer ve t-shirtü ile uykuya daldı. Ben eteğimi bileklerime düşürüp bir tekme ile savurdum. Külotumun nerede olduğunu hatırlamıyordum. Üzerimde ki trikoyu da çıkarttım. Sadece sütyenimle kaldım.

O sırada birinin bana baktığını hissedip kapıya döndüğümde Efe ile göz göze geldik. Gözlerini dikmiş bana bakıyordu. Gözlerinde kızgınlık yoktu artık. Sadece şehvet vardı. Yavaşça kapıya yürürken amım ve kalçalarım meydandaydı. Kapıya doğru yürürken elimi sütyenimin kopçasına atıp açtım.

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Gözlerimi Efe’nin gözlerinden ayırmıyordum. Sütyenimi savurdum. Efe artık çıldırmak üzereydi. Nereme bakacağını şaşırmıştı. Gözlerine bakarak kapıyı kapattım. Onu dışarıda bıraktım. Heyecandan kalbim fırlayacaktı. Bunu nasıl yaptığımı bilmiyordum ama Efe’nin kapının önünde kudurduğunu biliyordum. Kapıya dayanıp Can’a baktım. Horluyordu.

Banyoya girip temizlendim. Üzerime geçirdiğim bir gecelik ile mutfağa indim. Dolaptan atıştıracak bir şeyler çıkartıp masaya koydum. Çatal aldım çekmeceden ama elimden düştü. Çatalı almak için eğildim.

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Doğrulduğumda Efe karşımdaydı. Gözlerime bakıyordu. Elini birden ağzıma kapadı. Arkamı çevirip beni masaya domalttı. Külotumu yırtarak çıkarttı. Ne olduğunu anlamadan sikini amıma sürtmeye başladı. Heyecandan kalbim yerinden çıkacaktı. Sırılsıklam olmuştum. Can’ın ya da Gül’ün gelmesinden korkuyordum ama Efe’nin beni becermesi içinde yanıp tutuşuyordum.

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Islandığımı görünce daha da hırslandı Efe ve sikini amımın içine doğru itmeye başladı. Genişleterek içime giriyordu Efe. İçime ateş düşüyordu adeta. Göğüslerim masada eziliyordu. Geceliğimi belime toplamıştı. Elini ağzımdan çekti. Bağırmadığımı görünce daha da rahatladı ve hızla becermeye devam etti beni.

Geceliğimin yakasından tutup yırttı geceliğimi. Artık sırtım önündeydi Efe’nin. Hızla sikiyordu beni Efe. Çıldırıyordum. Efe’nin beni bu şekilde becermesini hayal etmemiştim ama şu an zevkten ve heyecandan geberiyordum.

Efe durdu. Doğrultup kucağına aldı beni. Geceliğim hala üzerimdeydi. Beni koltuğa yatırıp geceliği aldı üzerimde. Siki o kadar iri ve sertti ki, o an o evde yalnız olmamızı çok istiyordum ama bir an önce bitirmeliydik bu çılgınlığı. Efe üzerime çıkıp zaten kasları zevkten gevşemiş olan amıma sikini soktu ve kaldığı yerden becermeye devam etti beni. Dudaklarımı iştahla öpüyordu. Bacaklarımı beline dolayıp sıkıyordum.

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Heyecandan titreyerek boşalmaya başladığımda bağırmamak için elimi ısırdım. Efe beni çok güzel beceriyordu ve altında haykıramamak beynimi uyuşturuyordu. Efe hızlanmaya başladı. Bugün 3. kez çok güzel bir şekilde beceriliyordum ve artık beynim zevkin türlü hallerini algılamaya ve uyuşmaya başlamıştı.

Birden çıktı Efe içimden ve göğüslerimin arasına yerleştirdi sikini… Ellerimle göğüslerimi yanlardan iterek sikini sıktım göğüslerimle… Her yaklaştığında da dilimle başına darbe vuruyordum. Efe daha fazla tutamadığı spermlerimi göğüslerime ve yüzüme fışkırttı. Artık taşakları, siki yığılmıştı adeta vücuduma. Eğilip sikinin ucunu emdim. Kalan spermleri temizledim. Eğilip dudaklarımı öptü.

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“Bu bugünkü cezan. Daha bir sürü birikmiş cezan var..“ dedi.

Kalkıp yalpalayarak yürüyerek uzaklaştı. Doğrulup az önce yaşadıklarımın heyecanı ve daha sonra ki cezalarımın bedeli için gülümsedim. Yırtılan geceliğimi bir poşete koyup odamıza gittim. Can hala yığıldığı gibi yatıyordu. Elimde ki poşeti çantama tıkıp duşa gittim. Üçüncü kez vücudumda ki spermleri temizlerken gülümsemeyi engelleyemiyordum yüzümdeki.

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27 yasinda 5 senelik evliyim. esimde bende burda dogduk..biraz avrupai yetistigimizden dolayi olaylara bakis acimiz turkiyedeki gibi degil.

Evliligimizde birbirimizi cok seven iki cift olmamiza ragmen birbirimizi sikan bir cift degiliz.. Neyse gunlerden birgun benim en yakin arkadasimla sohbet ediyorduk.(gercek ismini kullanmayacam ama Ayse diyelim). Ayse 26 yasinda nisanli bir kiz..ilkokuldan beri beraber ayni siniiflarda okuduk lise yillarinda ayrilmamiza ragmen arkadasligimiz hep devam etti. oyle arkadas oyle dostuzki o ben ben o olduk..

Ayseyi o gun sikintili gordum ve sordum :

Ayse neyin var neden bu kadr sikintilisin dedigimde ictigimiz su bile ayri gitmeyen Ayse, sana bisey anlatmam lazim ama nasil anlatacagimi bilmiyorum dedi. Tabi bunu duyunca daha meraklandim ve israr ettim anlatmasi icin. israrlarim sonucu anlatmaya basladi

Ayse: kardesim dedi. ee dedim ..

Kardesim bulug cagina girmis herhalde sultan dedi, dun beni banyodayken anahtar deliginden baktigini gordum gecen ben odamda giyinirken bakiyordu. artik rahat oturur kalkamaz oldum gozu hep kalcalarimda goguslerimde dedi. Aysenin kardesi Halit 15 yasinda bir delikanliydi..

Ayseyle uzun konustugumuzda Ayse ic camasirlarinda da spermelere rast geldigini soyledi.. Tabi durum vahimdi napabiiriz nedebiliriz diye dusunurken bunu baskasina anlatmamaya karar verdik cunku Halitinde bir gururu vardi genclik hatasina bunlari yitirmesine izin vermezdik.

Sonucta ablasi Ayse bende bir ablasi sayilirdim.

Derken aklima Ayse istersen kocama soyleyim Halitle ilgilensin dedigimde hayir Sultan bunu kimsenin bilmesini istemiyorum dedi..biraz daha oturup kafa yorduk ve Aysenin ilginc teklifiyle karsilastim. Ayse bana kardesimle sen beraber olurmusun Sultan bir kere beraberlik gecirsen hep seni dusunur ilgisi sana kayar benide unutur dedi.

Ilk duydugumda sok oldum..

Ama biraz konusunca beni ikna etti Ayse. Ogun oturup plan kurduk. Esim evde yokken Ayse Haliti bi yolunu bulup bize getirecek ve sonradan bi bahaneyle kendisi bizi yalniz birakacakti.. ve o uygun gunu belemeye basladik.. Derken esim isi geregi almanyaya gitmesi gerekiyordu ve 2 gun orda kalacakti bunu ogrenince hemen ayseye haber verdim. esimi gonderdikten sonra ogle saatlerinde ayseyle halit geldiler. Ayse halite sultan ablanin kornisler takilacak eside yurt disinda gidelimde tak diyerek getirmisti haliti.

Derken biseyler icin ondan sonra takarsin halit dedim, biseyler getirmistim ki,

Ayse ; ya nisanlim cagiriyor benim 1 saatligine gitmem gerek deyip cikti halitle beraber kaldik.. Ayseyi gonderdikten sonra iceri geldim. Halit baslayalimmi dedim olur dedi kornisleri getirip bilerek onunde egildim kendimi teshir ediyordum ve halit gozlerini kalcalarimdan goguzlerimden alamiyordu 10 dakika sonra tekrar goguslerime bakarken goz goze geldik halitle. sen benimi dikizliyosun dedigimde korkarak hayir ablla dedi sesi titreyerek hayir deme bana baktigini gordum dedim gozum kaydi dedi hic gormedinmi dedim hayir dedi ama sesi titriyordu..

Gercektenmi dedim evet dedi, sonra kolundan tutup koltuga oturttum bak Halit eger kimseye soylemessen senin onunde soyunurum gorursun dedim kalp atislarinin carpmasini duyuyordum nerdeyse, o kadar heyecanlanmisti..

Tamam diyebildi.. ve karsisina gecip yavas yavas soyundum.. sadece tangam vardi uzerimde Halit beni oyle gorunce titreye titireye bi anda ustume saldirdi goguslerimi bir tutusu emisi koklayisi vardi sanki 15 senenin patlamasini bende hemde oracitka yasayacakti:)

Yavas dememe bile aldirmiyordu ve obur yandan tshirtunu pantolonunu cikardi ve boxer inida cikarip benim tangayi cikarmadan daha icime girmeden bi iki kere surtmeyle gobegime dogru bosalmaya basladi bosaldiktan sonra kendisine gelen Halit abla ozur dilerim dayanamadim diyerekten bana ozur dilemeye basladiginda ne ozüru dedim gel buraya deyip yatak odasina goturdum.

Burda sevistikten sonra abla anal denemek istiyorum dedi, ilkonce karsi ciksamda amacimizin Haliti baska seylere ozendirmemek oldugu icin kabul ettim. Fakat daha kocamla yapmadigim anali neden baskasiyla yapayim derken halit coktan kremlemisti bile popomu. ben yapmamaliyim kocamla bile olmadi neden bunla olsun bu kadarda degil diye dusunurken halit coktan zorlamaya baslamis hatta bas bolgesini icine girdirmisti bile ve biraz urgastan sorna hepsi girdi gitgellerden sorna halit tekrar bosaldi ..

Ardindan biraz dinlendikten sonra 3. postaya dogru giderken bu benim gogusleri vvucudumu opup yalarken ayse telefon etti kardesiyle sevisirken aysenin telefonunu aldim ayse nasil gidiyo dediginde hayat cok guzel dedim ve anladi o zaman ben sonra gelirim deyip telefonu kapatti. devaminda 2 kere daha bosalan halitte derman kallmadi..sonra giyindik Haliti evine gondrdim..

Bu olaydan sonra Aysede sikayet duymadim…

Ama kocama her seferinde hayir deyip hatta azarladigim anal seksi halitle yapmistim ilk olarak.. Kendimi kocama ihanet etmis gibi hissettim….

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“Hey, Teá? Where’s the ice cream?”

Teá Norris lay on the couch, her trusty notebook computer resting on her lap as her fingers flew over the keys. Trying to finish her sociology research paper before the next day’s deadline, she barely heard her girlfriend’s voice calling out from the kitchen.

“Hmm?” Teá murmured, still typing.

“Teá? Where’s the ice cream?” Devon repeated.

Teá never even looked up. “Huh?”

Devon came to the doorway between the living room and the kitchen. Her soft, olive skin was now flushed red with displeasure. Her deep, sultry voice rose a bit louder. “The ice cream. Have you seen it?”

Teá’s silky brown fingers didn’t skip a beat. “What’s that hon?”

Devon growled. “Teá?”

Teá paused and looked up from her computer. “Wait– Devon? What are you doing home so early? I thought you had practice today?”

Devon’s voice was short. “I did. Now I’m home and I’m looking for the leftover ice cream.”

Teá’s face went blank. “What ice cream?”

Devon’s jawline suddenly tightened. “Can you come in the kitchen for a sec?”

Teá shivered at the slight change in Devon’s voice. As she watched Devon walk away, a frown spread across her face.

Having known each other since freshman year, the outgoing and bubbly Teá had first found Devon hard to read. At the time, Devon Shelton was the amazingly tall and athletic, yet ever-so-quiet girl that sat behind her in their English class.

Teá quickly found that Devon always kept her thoughts and emotions to herself. As a result, despite being immediately attracted to the beautiful amazon, Teá often found herself frustrated with her failed attempts to get to know the reserved and reticent Devon.

However, Teá was undaunted. Sensing a mutual attraction, as evidenced by Devon’s inability to keep her eyes off Teá’s curvy body, Teá kept up her efforts to break Devon’s reserve. Finally, after a spur-of-the-moment late-night study session that led to a hot, sticky, multiple-orgasmic encounter, their worlds suddenly fell into sync and they became inseparable.

Now juniors, and living together in a tiny, off-campus apartment in pure romantic bliss, Teá was keenly tuned in to Devon’s moods. As such, now that Teá was finally paying attention to what Devon had just been asking, she suddenly realized that Devon’s first questions about the ice cream seemed harmless. However, Devon’s last request to come to the kitchen held a tinge of irritation.

As she remembered how much she loved her sweetheart and never wanted to disappoint her, Teá set her laptop aside. “I’m coming!” She slid off the couch and she hurried her 5’4″ curvy body toward the kitchen.

As she passed by the windows, she was surprised to see that night had fallen. She glanced at the clock. “It’s nine-thirty?” Having started on her research paper early that morning, she was amazed at how much time had passed. “Wow. I guess Devon’s practice is over,” she mused.

As she reached the doorway, ever naughty, her mouth had formed a spicy retort to her girlfriend’s inquiries. However, as soon as she stepped inside the kitchen, her breath caught at the sight of the glamazon before her.

Bending down, Devon had one arm resting on top of the refrigerator door as she peered inside the tiny freezer compartment. Her long, dark brown hair had been pulled back into a severe ponytail and her smooth olive skin gleamed with a light sheen of perspiration.

Ordinarily, her hazel eyes danced with an inner joy and the angular bone structure of her face was stunning, but now her eyes were dark and aggravation had hardened her features.

No matter what mood she was in, however, dressed in a loose T-shirt and jeans, her casual clothes could never hide her toned physique.

A 6’2″ point guard for the University of Connecticut women’s basketball team, Devon made it a point to stay in top physical condition. Her long arms, lean, toned and sinewy, extended from underneath the short sleeves. Her slender, yet muscular legs, though currently hidden by the loose denim, were well known and had been well explored by Teá’s eager fingers, lips and tongue.

Remembering how much passion they felt for each other — a raw, erotic passion that was expressed nightly — a deep love and desire suddenly welled up in Teá and made her blush. However, needing to ease the tension, as well as temporarily compose herself from the sight of her attractive girlfriend, Teá hopped up onto the kitchen counter and gave Devon a big, bright smile. “Whatcha need, honey?”

Devon sighed as she looked up from the fridge. “Teá –”

Then her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.

Teá grinned at Devon’s shocked expression. Not one for a lot of clothes, all Teá wore was a tight, nearly see-through UConn tank top and a pair of skimpy royal blue shorts. The thin material perfectly casino şirketleri showcased her ample breasts, thick thighs and a soft, cute tush that jiggled as she walked. She was further blessed with a pretty face, jet-black hair that had been cut into a cute, shoulder-length bob, and soft, mocha-colored skin.

Knowing she looked amazing, Teá crossed her legs and hit a sexy pose, showing off her thick and lovely body. “Now what were you going to say?” she teased, fluttering her eyelashes.

Devon shook her head. “Anyway Teá, I know you’re working, and I hate to bother you, but I’m looking for that ice cream I bought the other day. I know Coach’ll kill me if she ever saw me with it, but I was dying thinking about it during practice. So, have you seen it? There wasn’t that much left in the box, but I had a taste for it and I wanted to finish it up right quick.”

Teá frowned as she suddenly remembered how she’d scarfed down the last bit of Butter Pecan earlier that day. She nervously tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Ummm, yeah, about that…”

Devon closed the refrigerator door a bit too hard. “Damn, baby! I was saving that as a treat!”

She sighed as she leaned against the door. “Practice was awful today. Ever since we won that game against Arizona State and made it to the Final Four this year, Coach’s been riding us hard as hell. So I wanted to treat myself to something that I can’t usually have. Something Coach won’t let me have.”

“So practice was rough today,” Teá said softly.

Devon’s shoulders slumped. “Yeah. It was.” Then she reached out and softly pinched Teá’s thigh. “And I’m sorry I’m such a grouch.”

“It’s okay, honey,” Teá smiled as she grabbed Devon’s hand and squeezed it gently. “Y’all are in the Final Four this year. That’s a big deal; a huge deal. So we’re all a bit stressed out.” Then she playfully poked out her lip. “So…you really, really wanted that ice cream?”

Devon sighed. “Yeah, I did. I had my heart set on a caramel sundae.” All at once, she smiled and her eyes brightened. “Ice cream, caramel sauce, whipped cream and a cherry on top?” She licked her lips, then grinned. “I was really, really craving something sweet and delicious!”

“Well, since you want a sweet treat so much,” Teá said as she wiggled her hips, still sitting on the countertop, “why don’t you make a sundae out of me?”

It only took Devon a moment.

She smoothly stepped between Teá’s open legs and fitted herself perfectly between her lover’s ripe, juicy, chocolate thighs. Then she reached out and grasped a lock of Teá’s hair. “You know we can’t do that until after the big game,” Devon whispered as she twirled the silky dark strands between her fingers. “Coach said.”

A soft moan escaped Teá’s lips. She then leaned back and lifted up her tank top slightly, exposing the silky, chocolate brown skin on her stomach and just under her full, rounded breasts. Her thick nipples strained against the light fabric and she rubbed them gently. “Well, what Coach doesn’t know…”

“…Won’t hurt her,” Devon smiled as she took her index finger and traced soft circles on Teá’s full lips.

Teá snaked her tongue out and licked Devon’s finger. Then she opened her mouth and pulled the slim digit deep inside and sucked hard. Inflamed with desire, she used her lips and tongue to work Devon into a raw heat.

Devon groaned, squirming at Teá’s touch. After several intense moments, she finally slid her finger out of Teá’s mouth, wrapped her arms around Teá’s waist and pulled her close. “I want you, baby,” Devon moaned into Teá’s ear, her voice hoarse with passion. “I want you so bad.”

Teá’s full, pouty lips curled into a smile. “Then come and get it!”

In an instant, Devon leaned in and pressed her lips against Teá’s…

…And all time stopped.

Teá closed her eyes, overwhelmed with ecstasy, as her lover kissed her deeply. As they embraced, a delicious tingle began deep between Teá’s legs and quickly turned into an insistent throb. Kissing softly at first, she shivered when Devon’s tongue thrust into her mouth, and she used her own to match Devon’s ardor. The erotic sensations pulsating inside Teá deepened as their kisses grew in intensity. Suddenly, Teá could no longer stand it.

She pulled back and admired Devon’s soft, olive skin and toned, athletic body and her passion began to peak. Without warning, Teá leaned in close, pressed her lips to Devon’s neck and began to lick and suck Devon’s heated flesh.

“Oh God, baby,” Devon moaned. “That feels so good!”

As Teá increased her delightful teasing, Devon threw her head back and her body began to tremble. “Don’t stop, baby! Please don’t stop!”

Teá licked and nipped the sensitive skin, loving the taste of Devon’s soft flesh. She moaned as she tried to devour as much of the silky smooth skin as possible. Then she slid her hands underneath Devon’s shirt and went straight for her hardened nipples. She tweaked the taut flesh, trying to casino firmalari drive Devon wild.

“Ohhhh,” Devon moaned.

Feeling Devon’s temperature rise, Teá bent her head and captured one of Devon’s nipples in her mouth. As she sucked deeply, she felt Devon shiver violently.

“Yesssss!” Devon panted. “Oh God, baby, yes!”

Inflamed with passion, Teá moved her head from one nipple to the other, licking, sucking, and running her tongue all over the erect flesh. She hungrily devoured Devon’s sizzling-hot skin.

“Ooooh!” Devon cried, her voice breaking. “I love you so much, Teá! God, I love you! You make me feel so good!”

Teá felt an intense rush of love and warmth at Devon’s passionate words. All of a sudden, she desperately needed the ultimate release. “Go get the whipped cream, honey,” Teá winked. “Please?”

Realization slowly spread across Devon’s face. She grinned, then dashed to the refrigerator. She pulled out two jars and a metal can and set them on the counter next to Teá’s curvy body.

“Now…how about we get rid of these clothes,” Devon said as she grabbed the hem of Teá’s tank top and pulled it up and over her head. Then she quickly removed Teá’s shorts. Looking at the neat triangle between Teá’s legs, Devon grinned at Teá’s lack of underwear.

“Why you ain’t got no panties on?” Devon chuckled. “You so nasty!”

Teasingly, she stroked the bottom of Teá’s feet, causing the mocha beauty to squirm in delight.

“That tickles!” Teá giggled as she wiggled on the countertop.

“It was supposed to,” Devon smiled, exposing dazzling white teeth. Then she looked down at Teá’s naked beauty.

Teá’s smooth, chocolate skin was luminous and radiant, and simply gleamed in the soft glow coming down from the ceiling light fixture. Her jet-black hair gently kissed her shoulders, and shimmied and shook with her every moment. Her full, ripe breasts sat high on her chest and her thick nipples were dark and erect, just begging for a wet mouth to caress them. Her rounded stomach and curvy thighs were soft and smooth, and as her full tush pressed against the countertop, Teá began to quiver with anticipation.

“Hurry!” Teá whispered as she watched Devon’s breath quicken. “Come on!”

Devon pursed her lips and shook her head. “I ain’t rushing nothing, baby” she said quietly. “I’m gonna take my time with this one.”

Then she picked up a small glass jar and grabbed a spoon out of the drawer. She stirred the thick liquid until it began to warm and soften. Once she was satisfied, she dangled the bottle over Teá’s wriggling body and slowly tipped it over. “First comes the caramel sauce, baby.”

Teá shivered as the warmed liquid streamed all over her heated thighs. She gasped as drops of the caramel sauce dripped onto her wet pussy. “Oh my God,” Teá moaned as her pulse began to race. “Oh, Devon! Devon, please!”

“Next,” Devon said as she grabbed the metal can and aimed it right for Teá’s pussy, “comes the whipped cream.”

“Baby, yessss,” Teá hissed as she watched Devon shake the can. Teá closed her eyes, then arched her back as the icy foam touched her heated skin. “Oh my God! Yes!”

“Now for the cherry on top,” Devon smiled as she plucked a cherry out of the jar, placed the stem in her mouth and held it between her teeth. She bent down and deposited the juicy, plump fruit right on top of Teá’s mound.

Teá shivered at the cool sensation racing through her body. “Oooooh,” she moaned. “Come on, Devon! Please!”

“I got you, baby,” Devon moaned as she leaned down. “I got you.”

Her tongue ready, she took slow, careful licks of Teá’s quivering thighs. She feasted on the sweet mixture atop her mocha skin.

“Mmmm,” Devon groaned. “So good, baby. So, so good!”

Her body on fire, Teá needed Devon’s tongue deep inside her pussy. Immediately.

“More, baby!” she cried. “More!”

In an instant, Devon buried her face in the sweet, sticky confection that covered Teá’s wet pussy.

“Oh God, yessss,” Teá sighed as she leaned back on the counter. At the last moment, she decided to prop herself up and onto her elbows so she could watch her lover’s every movement. Watching Devon devour her pussy made her temperature soar. “Oh, Devon, yes!”

Devon spread Teá’s legs wide and slid her tongue deep inside Teá’s candy-coated wetness. She used her lips and tongue to draw out drop after drop of Teá’s sweet juices. “You’re delicious,” Devon moaned. “I swear, baby, you taste so damn good!”

Teá’s body rocked against the countertop and she closed her eyes in pure ecstasy at Devon’s tonguework. “Mmmmm,” she moaned over and over again. “Oh, honey, do me! Do me good! Make me cum! Make me cum!”

As Devon lapped up the last of the sweet flavors she’d applied, she took her fingers and began to tease Teá’s soft pussy lips. She trailed her tongue up one side and down the other, then let her fingers follow her eager rhythm. Soon, her lips and tongue were working in unison to bring Teá güvenilir casino to her peak.

Teá shivered at the delicious sensations racing though her as Devon worked on her pussy. “Oh baby, eat me!” Teá groaned. “Oh God, eat me!”

Yielding to the lustful sensations, she thrust her hips forward, forcing Devon’s tongue deeper into her wetness. To steady herself, Teá placed her feet on Devon’s shoulders and pushed back hard.

Devon’s strength and athleticism came in handy as she gripped Teá’s legs and held them steady. Then she swirled her tongue even faster, lapping up more of the liquid sugar. As Teá’s body rocked harder, Devon began to tap her tongue insistently against Teá’s sensitive clit.

“You’re so juicy, baby,” Devon moaned as more of Teá’s sugary juices flowed into her mouth. “So sweet and juicy!”

Teá’s heart was pounding and her body was enveloped in a savage, raw heat. She bucked against Devon’s tongue, trying to get more of it inside her hot, wet, sticky depths. On an impulse, she reached up and grabbed her breasts, twirling her thick nipples in her eager fingers. She cried out at the additional sensations overtaking her body, but she needed more.

So much more.

“Fuck me, Devon!” Teá cried, her body needing the most erotic, most intimate intrusion. “Fuck me hard!”

Devon grinned as she placed a slender finger just outside of Teá’s pussy. “You sure, baby? You sure you’re ready for me?”

“Yessss,” Teá groaned, her body wriggling in delight. Though she loved the feel of Devon’s wet tongue tickling her most intimate parts, she needed a strong thrusting in her pussy to really reach her peak. Her turbulent passions were sending her senses into overload. “Oh God, please!”

Devon thrust her finger into Teá’s tight pussy and Teá’s body nearly leapt off the counter. “Ahhhh!”

Devon pumped hard, creating a delicious rhythm that drove Teá nearly out of her mind. Feeling Teá’s walls close in tight, she added a second finger, driving in and out even faster. Then she went back down to Teá’s pussy and slurped up the thick, sweet juices that flowed even faster. She swirled her tongue in small, tight circles all over Teá’s pussy, dancing all over her swollen clit.

Tears came to Teá’s eyes as she felt the intense erotic tingling begin deep inside her pussy. Devon’s tongue, lips and fingers were exciting her more and more with every passing second. She braced herself against the countertop as her body began to rock back and forth. Deep moans and cries escaped her lips as she hovered over the most intense, most powerful climax of her life.

Teá’s entire body tensed. “Now, baby, now!”

“That’s it, Teá,” Devon cooed as Teá’s cries grew louder. “Get it for me! Get it now!”

“I’m gonna cum, Devon!” Teá shouted as her orgasm hit hard. “Oh God, now!”

Teá closed her eyes as her body exploded and her wet, sticky juices flowed deep into Devon’s mouth. Devon licked and sucked all the hot liquid, moaning as Teá’s body shook underneath her.

“Ahhhhh!” Teá cried. “Oh God, yes!”

“Keep going, baby,” Devon urged as Teá’s body continued to shake. “More, baby, more!” She used her tongue to tease Teá’s pussy even harder.

Teá continued screaming as her sensitive clit sent her into a second orgasm, with Devon right there to lick up all of the honeyed sweetness.

After several long moments, Teá’s body eventually relaxed and she slumped against the countertop. Soon, a satisfied smile spread across her face.

As she opened her eyes, Teá saw the look of hunger on Devon’s face. Sensing her lover’s raw need, Teá sat up, thrust her hand into Devon’s jeans and slid it right into Devon’s panties. She took her first two fingers and captured Devon’s swollen clit between them. She stroked the slippery flesh fast and hard as Devon shivered.

“Damn, baby,” Devon groaned, her body writing with passion. “Yes, baby, yes!”

“Come on, honey,” Teá panted as she stroked the turgid flesh. “Cum for me!”

Devon, somehow still on her feet, put her hands on the countertop and rocked back and forth. “Ooooh, yes!”

“I need more room, honey,” Teá whispered as she unbuttoned Devon’s jeans. As the thick denim fabric slid to the floor, Teá slid both hands into Devon’s panties. Teá was amazed at the amount of juice that flowed from Devon’s wet pussy. She swirled her fingers in the sticky wetness and lifted one finger to her lips.

“Mmmm! Tasty!” Teá giggled, loving the hot, sugary liquid.

“Come on, baby,” Devon groaned in agony. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop, please!”

Teá went back to her erotic manipulations as even more of Devon’s juices covered her fingers. As she stroked Devon’s clit, Teá used her other hand to grip and squeeze Devon’s ass. She manipulated the taut, muscular flesh between her fingers, trying desperately to add to her girlfriend’s pleasure.

“That feels good, baby,” Devon sighed as she rocked against Teá’s fingers. “Just don’t stop! Please don’t stop! I’m so close! I’m so close, baby!”

Teá smiled as she took her hand from Devon’s ass. Before Devon knew what was happening, Teá took that hand and slid two fingers deep inside Devon’s pussy. Teá smiled at the tight, wet sensations around her fingers as she stroked inside as well as out.

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Ethan was sitting at the front desk and texted Jack: Hey, your uncle gives his employees St. Paddy’s Day off!

Jack: Yup, he trades it for President’s Day. Because why the fuck not.

Ethan: So Bray hit me up since they have off tomorrow and he and Etta are coming over tonight for dinner and games. I’m going to order from Red Rock so tell me what you want.

Jack: Ok, let’s see, I want a crab cake patter with two sides and your dick in my mouth.

Ethan: Could you behave yourself for like 5 minutes?

Jack: No. It’s been a week Ethan.

Ethan: It’s been like 4 days.

Jack: 6. Since the last time I felt, touched and tasted your Irish cream. Then you go and invite company. *crying emoji face*

Ethan: You want me to tell them not to come?

Jack: I want you to fuck my mouth, then fuck my ass. I want you tell me to cum.

Ethan: Jesus Christ Jack aren’t you at work?

Jack: That has nothing to do with the price of tea in China.

Ethan: You’re like a petulant child when you haven’t been fucked in a few days.

Jack: So. Spank. Me.

Ethan: Well if you get home early enough I just might.

[Jack opened up the Inn door and casually strolled in, then leaned against it. Ethan watched him as he avoided his eyes and was texting on his phone. Ethan’s phone buzzed from the desk.]

Jack: I forgot to mention one of the trucks broke down so they sent a few of us home. I’ll be home soon.

Ethan smiled and texted back: I can’t leave the front desk unattended during the day. Stacy is dealing with Room 2.

[Jack typed on his phone for a couple of minutes but Ethan’s phone did not buzz at first. He watched him and wondered what he was doing until his phone finally went off as Jack walked past him without looking and went into the basement apartment.]

Jack: She’s on her way back down. You have five minutes or I’m starting without you.

Stacy came down the east wing and said, “Jack just texted me, said a pipe was about to burst in your apartment and you need to plug the hole asap. Is everything ok?”

Despite wanting to laugh out loud Ethan held a straight face and said, “Yeah, let me go tend to it. Be back in an hour or so.”

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For Jack’s birthday, Ethan rented room at the Casablanca again because they loved it so much. The left EJ with his parents and traveled to New York with Liam, dropped Liam off with June and went to their hotel. Jack got used to seeing them together and it wasn’t terrible. He was happy for them and happy with Ethan. Ethan got reservations at Connolly’s, a famous Irish pub in the city, and June and Liam doubled with them for dinner. Ethan gave Jack a Rolex watch for his birthday, and Liam and June got him tickets to the Red Sox game next month in Boston.

Toward the end of the night he went to the restroom to relieve himself. While in the stall, two people entered and Jack heard a voice in a heavy Galway accent that stopped him cold.

Guy 1 said, “I don’t give a shit how it gets done, just make it happened.”

Guy 2 said, “OK Danny, it’s just going to be a challenge, that’s all I’m saying.”

Guy 1 said, “And that’s why you’re in charge. Because if something goes wrong, you’ll be held responsible.” Guy 1 finished, washed his hands and turned to Guy 2, “Don’t disappoint me.” He left.

“Shit!” Guy 2 said, and then left.

Jack didn’t know how long he stood there after they left but he was frozen in fear, shaking and crying. He hadn’t heard that voice in 18 years, but it was like he never left the cubby closet. Daniel Riley, head of the Riley crime family, the last Irish mob family left in Ireland, was in the same room as him again.

The same man that killed his parents while Jack hid, heard and watched from the closet. Jack had vowed at 10 years old that if he was ever in the same room with him, he would kill him where he stood. But all Jack could do right now was freeze and cry.

Jack willed himself to get it together before he crumbled on the bathroom floor. He left the stall after he found his legs, went to the sink and washed his face. He looked at himself in the mirror. He looked more like his dad now. The only thing he got from his mother was her green eyes. Jamison Redmond was killed at 34, just 10 years older than what Jack was today. His beautiful mother, whose face still haunts his dreams, was 27. Jack, remembering how his parents lives were cut short, turned fear into anger, that internal rage that he had for years that had quelled recently returned with a vengeance. He couldn’t believe he missed his opportunity.

He left the restroom in search of Danny, stopping at a nearby table to grab a fork to stab him with. He went to the far side of the restaurant first, the opposite of where his family was. He could see where he think Danny was or should have been; there were men who were guarding a table in the corner. Jack walked closer, Danny wasn’t with them. He must have left. But just in case Jack walked around the canlı bahis restaurant until he came around to his table and sat down.

Ethan touched his shoulder, “Are you alright?” Jack was white as a ghost and trembling.

Jack tried to keep his voice even. “Fine.”

Ethan looked down and touched Jack’s hand, “Why are you holding onto your fork like that?” Jack was holding it so tight his knuckles were white.

He mumbled “oh,” and slowly placed it on the table. He was hyper-vigilant as his eyes darting all around the restaurant. They all noticed.

Liam said cautiously, “Jack?”

June asked, “Jack. What’s wrong?”

Jack looked at her in the eye. “Nothing.” But he tried to tell her with his eyes that everything was wrong. She didn’t get it and looked back confused. It frustrated him that she couldn’t read his mind.

Ethan touched his shoulder again and said, “You don’t seem OK at all. What happened?”

Jack snapped, “I said I’m fine!” Then he took a deep breath. “I think the smells are getting to me. Can we go?”

“Yea, sure.” Ethan said. He paid the check and they kissed June and Liam goodbye with Jack insisting they take a cab back to the dorm instead of the bus or train.

As soon as they were gone, Ethan started to say, “Jack-“

Jack interjected, “Don’t ask me about it. I’m fine now. Just let it go.”

“Fine about what, I don’t even know what happened in there.”

Jack didn’t respond for a moment. Then said, “Thank you for dinner. It was great.”

“Well…I had other plans tonight but…”

Jack shook his head. “Is it OK if we pick up EJ and go home tonight? I can drive if it’s too much.”

Ethan was confused but said, “No it’s fine. I’ll tell my parents to have him ready.”

“Thank you. I just want to be home tonight, with my family.”

“Sure Jackie Bear. Whatever you want.” He hesitated, but then leaned in to give him a hug. Jack hesitated as well, but then allowed Ethan to hug him and he wrapped his arms around Ethan’s back. He was still trembling a bit so Ethan held onto him until he began to melt into his arms.

They picked up EJ and kept driving all the way back to Rockville in silence with only the music to keep them company, getting home close to midnight. EJ stayed asleep as Ethan put him in his bed. Since EJ turned 3 he has been sleeping in his bed more often than not. Ethan came back to his room and found Jack, still clothes down to his shoes, laying on the bed face up. Ethan laid next to him and found his hand, held it.

They were silent for a moment, then Ethan said, “Jack, please talk to me.”

Jack took a few moments to respond, mostly because he had a lump in his throat. Then whispered, “I can’t.”

Ethan whispered back, “why not?”

Jack held back tears and whispered, “Please don’t make me.”

Ethan squeezed his hand and Jack squeezed it back. He let it go. Jack only became this person when it had something to do with his parents, he realized that now. He either became aggressively angry or incredibly sad, but he usually bounced back quickly. This worried him tremendously tonight, but he knew not to push it. Instead he said, “Do you want to make love now?”

He took a few moments to respond. “I can’t be vulnerable right now.”

“So don’t be. I’ll be vulnerable for you. Let me give you what you need.” He touched Jack’s midsection, then his groin.

Jack closed his eyes and sighed, thankful for Ethan, his love, his understand and his body right now. He needed to forget everything that just happened. Jack leaned over and kissed Ethan with passion. Ethan leaned up and took off Jack’s shirt, then his own, and they touched and kissed each other everywhere there was skin. When Ethan started moving down Jack’s abs, Jack pushed his head lower. Ethan understood, opened up his pants buckle and put Jack’s semi-hard penis in his mouth. Jack moaned and leaned up so he could watch Ethan work.

Ethan took his time, licked a lot more than sucked, from Jack’s balls to his tip. He deep throated and purposely gagged so he could build up saliva and coat Jack’s dick with it. He knew Jack was watching so he would pull back every so often showing a trail of saliva from the tip of his tongue to the tip of Jack’s penis, then deep throat again, because he knew that Jack liked it. When Ethan started sucking faster, Jack stopped him, he did not want to come this way. He instead slowed Ethan’s head and said, “Take off your clothes.”

Ethan immediately stood up, taking off his pants as Jack watched and stroked himself. When he was completely naked, Jack stood up and dropped his own pants. They kissed and Jack stroked both of them together with both hands, their pre-cum mixing together in Jack’s hands. He moved Ethan to where he was behind him and leaned him over the bed. He went to grab lube from the nearby dresser and lubed Ethan first, making sure he was nice and slippery inside and out, before applying lube to himself. He eased in slowly and so smoothly that all his fear bahis siteleri and pain and anger melted away.

When he was all the way in, he sighed, leaned over and laid on Ethan’s back, while Ethan leaned on his elbows on the bed supporting him. He felt Jack’s whole body slack against him, and then Jack’s hands found Ethan’s and he entwined their fingers. They could feel each other’s heartbeats as Jack laid there with his eyes closed and Ethan let him, knowing this what he really needed more than the sex itself.

And he was right. To Jack this was everything, having Ethan to lean on literally and figuratively in this moment. But he also became sad. He thought if he bottomed he would feel more vulnerable, but this was way worse. Ethan as a whole was his vulnerability, and he knew he had to let him go, much sooner than he ever thought, and it broke him to consider it.

After a minute or so Jack kissed Ethan’s back and rose up, held Ethan by the waist and began moving inside of him at a steady pace. They moaned together. Ethan reached down and grabbed his member so he could stroke himself to match Jack’s thrusts and as Jack moved faster, so did Ethan. He tried to hold onto his own orgasm and wait for Jack to come but the pounding of his prostate was feeling euphoric and he came anyway all over the bed.

Either Jack didn’t notice or Jack didn’t care, he kept going fast and hard thrusting for another 10 minutes, giving Ethan wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure, trembling, holding onto his dick still as it continued to leak cum. Jack’s only thought was to keep moving, as long as he continued to move nothing could ever hurt him again, and so he did until his midsection froze up and his mind went numb. He unconsciously dug his nails into Ethan’s side and he came hard, howled like a wounded animal, then went slack against his back again.

When he gained his thoughts back, he slowly exited Ethan, came around to his side of the bed and laid down face up with his arm over his eyes and one leg up, leaving Ethan at the bottom of the bed half off. Ethan watched him for a moment, then crawled up the bed to lay next to him. He turned sideways and watched him.

After a couple of minutes Jack turned to look at Ethan watching him. He slid next to him and kissed him, then moved into a fetal position into his chest. Ethan kissed his head and pulled the covers over them, then wrapped his arms around Jack, rubbing his back. In a few minutes he could feel his chest get wet and knew Jack was crying although his breathing had not changed and he had not made a sound. He held Jack tighter. Ethan had a bad feeling this was the beginning of the end.

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Ethan was right. Jack did all the normal things, he did his 4am jog before work every morning, done by 12:30p. On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays he would come straight home, help around the Inn, then pick EJ up at 4p from preschool. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, he would work in the warehouse until 6p then come home for dinner. EJ would have his bath, book and bedtime with either parent by 7p, sleep by 8p. Then Jack and Ethan would spend time together, watching shows, talking, maybe some penis play on the couch, then Ethan doing last minute rounds in the Inn while Jack cleaned up downstairs, and going to bed by 10p.

But something shifted in their connection, Ethan felt it every day for the next couple of months. Jack’s sleep was restless. He started having nightmares and waking up in cold sweats by 2am and not going back to sleep. He would come home and throw himself into whatever he was doing in the moment, or on the computer at the front desk for hours. At night after EJ went to bed, he would be on his phone seemingly nonchalant but Ethan could tell he was distracted and looking up things intently, then go to bed early.

And their sex life was pretty much non existent. They weren’t having a whole lot of it to begin with, as it was left to the weekends, maybe once or twice a week. Now it was maybe once in the middle of the night in the middle of the week when one needed the other in the dark. By the time the summer hit they were barely intimate, as Jack pulled out of hugs and kisses first, and didn’t want to hold hands, not even in bed which had become their thing since the beginning.

The only thing that had not changed was Jack spending time with EJ. He seemed to be the only thing making Jack happy lately. Ethan actually found himself growing jealous of the relationship they shared. Jack only smiled for EJ and Ethan missed his dimples. In June they had their first explosive argument over it. Halfway through a show they were watching on Netflix -mostly Ethan was watching and Jack was on his phone scowling- he stood up abruptly and said “I’m going to bed.”

Ethan had been waiting to start this series so he and Jack could watch together, and he got annoyed and flipped out. “Why do you keep doing that? Going to bed early when we are supposed to be hanging out together. I feel like I haven’t seen you all week.”

Jack bahis şirketleri tried to stay calm. “I’m just tired, that’s all.”

Ethan said hotly, “Well if you’re so tired then just go the fuck home.”

Jack glared at him, then grabbed his bag and started walking to the door. Ethan jumped up and got in front of him, yelling, “What the fuck are you doing!?”

“You just told me to go the fuck home.” Jack said calmly.

“And so you just go? What the fuck is wrong with you lately? Who are you!?” He took a deep breath and said, “Don’t you want to be with me anymore?”

“No it’s not that, I just had a lot on my mind.” Jack said.

Ethan said, “Like what?” Jack didn’t answer. Ethan exploded again. “Fucking talk to me Jack! I don’t know what to do here!”

Jack said coldly, “Honestly I don’t know either. And I don’t know what you want to hear. What I do know is that I’m barely holding it together and the last thing I need right now is this shit. You’re shit. You.” Jack immediately regretted saying that but it was too late.

Ethan scoffed, then nodded. “OK. I meant what I said the first time. Go the fuck home.” He moved out of Jack’s way. Jack hesitated, but then walked out.

Ethan went to bed but didn’t sleep all night. He couldn’t understand what he did wrong to bring this out of Jack, this person that he didn’t know or like very much right now. At 4am he heard the front door open, then his bedroom door opened with Jack crawling into bed wearing his track suit for jogging. Ethan has his back turned facing the wall and didn’t move.

Jack said, “I don’t think you’re sleeping.”

I’m not.”

Jack began, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. I do need you in my life. I know I’m making it hard for you to understand. But I’m trying to figure some things out, and you can’t help me right now. I have to do this part on my own. And then I’ll come back to you. Just give me some time. I promise it has nothing to do with you our us. I love you. I love so much it’s starting to hurt.”

He sighed. “When I know what I’m doing, then it will all be clearer. But until then, can we not fight about this. Or anything? Because you and EJ and June are the only things keeping me sane right now.”

Ethan let a moment pass. “Okay,” he said.

Jack turned on his side to him, said to his back, “Can I hold you?” Ethan partly didn’t want him to and the other part really wanted him to. He chose his heart and turned around. They hugged in bed and Jack leaned in for a kiss, something he has not initiated in months.

Jack then kissed Ethan’s chest, nipples, stomach, all the way down to a blow job. Jack sucked and licked every part of Ethan’s genital area, kissed the inside of this thighs and licked in the creases between his thigh and groin, sucked his balls individually and together, circled the head a dozen times with his tongue, all mouth and tongue for the next 20 minutes. Ethan held onto Jack’s head and moaned liberally as Jack sucked him with a hunger he never had before. It had been two weeks since they touched each other sexually and they both hungered for this connection.

When Ethan felt the first waves of his orgasm, he gave Jack no warning as he stroked and sucked and stroked and sucked. Ethan released his cum with a sigh into Jack’s mouth who dutifully swallowed every burst of Ethan’s Irish cream. Then Jack moved to lay on Ethan’s chest and Ethan instinctively ran his fingers through his hair. They laid in silence. Jack’s penis was hard but could not will himself to want to actually have sex.

He broke the silence and said, “Say it. Tell me.”

Ethan figured out what he wanted to hear. “I love you, Jackie Bear.”

Jack didn’t say it back, but he didn’t have to. After a few minutes, Jack got up and left without a word to Ethan, leaving him with more questions than answers.

A few weeks before their anniversary in September, Jack did not come home on a Thursday night, and did not answer his phone when Ethan called. Ethan asked Liam if he knew where Jack was and he did not. He called June and June did not answer her phone as well. But Liam knew she was out with Mina in Providence, as she came up after classes and was going to spend the weekend with him. He called Mina from the desk, putting her on speakerphone. She was evasive in her answers.

“Um…yea, Jack is fine, he just came to pick up June and they left.”

Ethan asked, “Where did they go?”

Mina said, “Um..I’m not sure. But he’ll call soon. I think. No I’m sure of it. He’ll call.” Liam and Ethan exchanged puzzled looks.

“Mina what the fuck is going on?” Ethan asked.

“I…don’t really know, but he’ll turn up…soon.”

“Cut the shit,” Liam said. “Where is June?”

“I already told you, she’s with Jack.” Mina said exasperated.

“Doing what?”

“Oh my God I’m not good at this, call Henrietta!” And she hung up.

Liam and Ethan looked at each other again, then called Henrietta. She answered on the first ring from her office phone and had the phone on speaker. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Where is Jack and June?” Ethan asked.

“June is on her way home and Jack is on his way to you.” Henrietta said. “Why? What’s up?”

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A Victorian Sex Fantasy Pt. 03

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Author’s Foreword: This is the third part of much longer story, if you haven’t read the previous parts the story will make much more sense if you go back and start at the begining. The first part is mostly background so its probably a bit boring, the sex gets started in the second part.

This story is in the form of a memoir written later in life by a man looking back on his sexual adventures. As such he has the advantage of being able to use knowledge acquired over time to describe things that at the time he probably didn’t have words for.

Warning, this part and future parts will be filled with explicit incestuous activity between initially reluctant but then willing participants, all over 18 years of age. If fictional incest offends you, please don’t read this story. It is my intention to try and make this story romantic, I like romance in my sexual stories, where people care about each other rather than people who just use others to get off. I have set this story in a historical setting rather than the present for a couple of reasons: 1) I like historical novels; 2) It makes it more believable that people in their late teens and early twenties would be sexually innocent and that even older women who have been married and had children could be unaware of the rich variety that sex has to offer willing participants.

I will be interested in hearing from readers what you think about the story. Constructive criticism is fine but please no feedback about how terrible incest stories are, if it offends you, please don’t read this story. I do want to say this: this story deals with two very taboo subjects, initially participants forced into sexual activity but not someone forcing themselves on other people, and incest. Neither of these things are okay in real life, when they do occur they cause immense pain and suffering. So do not take this fictional story as something that would work in real life.

I want to thank dezurtdawg for the inspiration for this story. I found his story ‘What Goes Around Comes Around’, very hot, but from my personal prejudices, I didn’t totally like the fact the view point character initiated the forced sexual contact with his family and shared his family with his friends (they then had to share theirs in return). I decided I would try to come up with a story where the ‘hero’ is truly forced into sexual activity with his family but doesn’t have to share them with any other males.

Chapter Four: My Oldest Sister is Next

The woman now moved to my sister Gail and began unstrapping first her legs and then her arms and then assisted my sister to her feet. Again I got flashes of her legs when the woman raised my sister’s dress a little to get at the straps on her legs. She then made my sister step forward so she was directly between my mother and me. After she had undressed my mother directly in front of me, I expected her to turn my sister to face me but to my surprise and I think our mother’s she was turned to face Mamma. The woman did stand to one side of my sister so that I had a clear view of her back as she began cutting her clothes from her as she had done with my mother.

She went faster this time, the outer layers were quickly removed leaving Gail in her chemise, corset, drawers and stockings. I could see the upper part of my sisters smooth back, her legs and a bit of the shape of her derriere where the drawers clung to them. From what I could see, she looked less fleshy than our mother, while still having wide hips and shapely buttocks with a narrow waist.

‘Turn slowly in place so your brother and sisters can get a good look at you in your pretty under things.’

My sister began rotating to her left until she was facing toward her empty chair which was between Cathy and Beth’s chairs. ‘Stop’ My sister obediently halted and I got a good look at her in profile. I could see immediately that her corset wasn’t designed to support her breasts, which didn’t look like they needed support, but was instead designed just to cinch in her waist. They were still covered so I couldn’t see details but her breasts seemed to be firm and upright on her chest. Of course, they were definitely smaller than our mothers, with, as far as I could tell from the dents they made in her chemise, smaller nipples. Her buttocks weren’t as prominent as our mother’s either but still showed the promise of pleasing curves.

‘Go on’ Gail continued rotating toward me. The woman stopped her when she was facing me. Gail’s eyes seemed to be downcast but she didn’t seem to be looking at her feet. Was she looking at my erect cock and my balls? She had been somewhat side on to me in her chair, this was her first opportunity to get a good look and she seemed fascinated. Her color was high in her checks, neck and what was visible of her shoulders and bosom, which wasn’t much, her chemise being more modest than our mother’s had been.

I was equally fascinated, but disappointed bahis firmaları that more of her body wasn’t visible. However, I figured that that would be remedied soon enough. Sure enough, the woman began snipping her way down my sister’s back with the scissors, soon the corset fell away from my sister’s body and the woman kicked it away. The chemise was now only supported by the shoulders, the woman grasped the neck of the chemise in the front supporting it and then snipped the shoulders and pulled the chemise away and threw it to the side.

And there were my sister’s beautiful firm breasts, tipped with nipples much smaller than our mother’s but still sticking our significantly from the surrounding flesh. Her breasts sat high on her chest, firm looking mounds with the dark flesh of her nipples. Surrounding her nipples was a small slightly raised circle of rose colored skin. Like our mother’s breasts I could see veins just under the white skin of her breasts. Was I going to get to suck on her nipples also? Would I ever get the chance to feel their firm texture in my hands? Would she want me to? I looked up and found that her eyes were now watching my face.

‘Do your like them? They aren’t as big as Mamma’s.’

I was honest with her ‘They’re just as beautiful, only in a different way.’

‘Really?’

‘Yes’.

‘All right, its time for the final reveal’ and the woman snipped the waist of my sister’s drawers and then pushed them down, leaving my sister, like our mother clad only in stockings and garters. Her garters were yellow, with what looked like red hearts on them. And there was my sister’s pubic mound, not as prominent as our mother’s, the hair maybe a bit more sparse and a slightly darker shade of blonde. The cleft was also tighter with less of a gap and there weren’t lips showing below. Like mother she had a narrow waist and broad hips. Her hip bones were more apparent than our mother’s were.

God, my cock was aching from being hard for so long and this certainly wasn’t going to help.

The woman now said ‘Abigail, it is now time for you to go around to everyone and let them suck on your nipples like your mother did. Start with your brother and your left nipple and I’ll tell you when it is time to change nipples and when to move on.’

My sister stepped forward and got as close to me as she could with the chair in the way. With her smaller breasts that put them still a little out of reach, so she leaned forward and for balance put her left hand on my shoulder, then pressed her left nipple to my mouth. I opened and drew it in, tasting her skin with my tongue and then attacking her with it, licking around it first gently and then hard, pressing it back into the flesh around it and then releasing it. My sister gasped and then her free hand came up and she ran her fingers into the hair on the back of my head and pulled me harder against her. I was in heaven, getting to suck on the hard nipple of my sister’s beautiful breast, one of the four people I loved most in the world. All too soon, the woman called time and my sister sighed and then switched nipples, groaning as I attacked her right nipple. Far too soon, it seemed to me, time was called again and Gail moved around in front of Cathy to my left.

I took the opportunity to glance at our mother who I saw seemed uncertain as to where she wanted to look, she kept looking over at Gail feeding her nipples to Cathy, then her eyes would dart back to me and she wasn’t looking me in the eyes, she was staring at my erect cock. Her tongue kept darting out and wetting her full lips.

‘Time’, I quickly looked back to my two sisters and realized I’d missed the time Cathy had spent sucking on Gail’s left nipple but now I saw her shift and present the right nipple to Cathy. Gail again had her left hand on Cathy’s shoulder supporting herself and her right was buried in Cathy’s hair holding her against her breast. I again decided that there just wasn’t anything prettier or more exciting than watching my relatives that I loved so much doing naughty things to each other.

Time was called again and Gail moved down two chairs this time, bypassing her own empty one, before presenting her left nipple to Beth, who seemed quite eager to suck her sister’s nipple. I couldn’t see as well as when Gail was right next to me, now she was more turned away from me and her body was blocking a lot of the view. Looking downward I saw I did have a better view of her derriere now and realized that when she moved on to our mother, that I wouldn’t have much of a view of the action but would have a straight on view from the rear of her buttocks and maybe even what was between her legs.

Now time was up again and Gail moved to our mother’s chair. Because our mother was naked and her legs were spread by the straps holding her to the chair, she was able to move in closer than she had to her sisters. ‘Mamma? Do… Oooh!’ I think our mother had just latched on to her left nipple kaçak iddaa and was sucking vigorously from the sucking sounds I heard. ‘Ooh Mamma, that feels so good! Please don’t stop!’

I looked across at Gail’s derriere and it was a spectacular sight. She relatively broad shoulders for a woman and then they narrowed down to a slender waist, that really hadn’t needed the corset to cinch it in, that then flared out into broad hips, just above which were two cute dimples in her back, below were tight firm buttocks which then tucked inward to her firm thighs with a definite gap showing between her thighs where I could just make out the bottom of her pussy slit. Her thighs tapered down to her knees and then her trim calves. It was killing me that I was restrained in the chair and couldn’t touch any of the beautiful, luscious flesh that I was looking at.

The woman called time again. She had to say it twice. I’d only vaguely been aware that she’d already called time and nipples had been switched and now Gail’s nipple suck session was over. She seemed a bit distraught, breathing heavily and her breasts and nipples seemed distended. Later, when I knew more about women’s bodies and their response to sexual stimulation, I realized the unlike my mother who had eventually cum just from having her nipples sucked in such a naughty way, Gail hadn’t and she was very frustrated.

She made a step toward her chair, expecting to be restrained in it again as our mother had been. Instead, the woman took her arm and lead her over to the bed. ‘Sit on the edge in the center’ the woman told her. Gail complied and the woman knelt down and put her calves in the restrains prepared for them, pulling her legs apart so they were widely spread. Now I was disappointed that I was off to the side instead of directly in front of her where I could have look straight up between her wide spread legs. ‘Lie back.’

When my sister lay back on the bed, the woman moved around the bed and attached the wide strap to my sisters left wrist and then drew up the slack and adjusted a buckle further up to make it taut. She then came back around and did the same to the other wrist. Our mother observing this, became agitated. ‘Please don’t hurt my daughter! You said if we did what you wanted you wouldn’t hurt us!’

The woman came back around to my mother and put a hand on her naked shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

‘And I keep my word, unlike your husband. The only one who is going to touch your daughter right now is you. Can’t you see she is hurting, being naked in front of her family, sucking on your nipples and having her nipples sucked has made her very aroused and she needs to cum. Unlike her naughty mommy, she didn’t cum just from having her nipples sucked, so she needs some more help.’

‘I don’t understand, what do you want me to do?’

‘Haven’t you ever used your mouth to make another woman cum? If nothing else I’m sure your husband must have used his mouth on your pussy to make you cum, so you should understand what to do.’

‘Oh my god, no. I can’t do that, it would be so wrong.’

‘I’m afraid you must. Or do you want one of us to give her relief?’

One of the woman’s daughters spoke up ‘She’s really pretty Mamma, I’d be happy to do it.’

Our mother squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them again ‘No, No! I’ll do it.’

‘Girls, move her over in front of her daughter.’ The two daughters went to my mother and one on each side reached down and took hold of the front legs of the chair and dragged it over so that it was right up against the bottom edge of the bed, centered between Gail’s legs, and then they retreated to the positions they’d been in against the walls of the room.

The woman moved so she was next to my mother on the side farthest from me, my guess was so that she didn’t obstruct my view of what was to come. She looked at Gail between the legs and said in a casual voice like she was just talking about the weather ‘Doesn’t Abigail have a beautiful pussy? I envy you the chance to enjoy it. Look at how aroused she is, all that pussy juice oozing out of it, I’ll bet it will taste really delicious!’

Our mother looked distraught and hesitated. ‘Come, come, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it once you get started. After all, look how much you just enjoyed sucking her nipples and how much you enjoyed having your children suck on your nipples. And I’ve seen you staring at your son’s cock, imaging how it might feel inside your pussy. Go on, give your daughter’s pussy a kiss.’

Mamma moaned and then leaned forward and kissed Gail’s hair covered slit. She had to strain a bit to reach it. The woman observed the difficulty and said ‘Stop, this isn’t going to work well with your arms restrained, you need to be able to lean forward more. Will you promise to behave if we let your arms loose? You’ll be able to use you hands and fingers to spread your daughter’s pussy open so you’ll have better access. Just think, you’ll be able to kaçak bahis see your daughter’s virgin hole and stick you tongue in it!’

Mamma nodded, she didn’t seem to be able to get any words of agreement out in the face of such salacious comments. The woman quickly leaned over and unbuckled the straps holding Mamma’s arm to the chair back upright on my side and then took care of the one on her side. I then watched as Mamma reached out trembling hands and drew the lips of Gail’s pussy apart to expose the interior. The flesh gleamed wetly in the light and I could see for the first time a woman’s inner slit, with a little bump at the top and then ruffled flaps running down, ending where a bright pink hole was, what I later learned was the opening to her vagina.

‘Go on, kiss your daughter’s pussy again.’

My mother again leaned forward, having a much easier time now and placed a kiss inside my sister’s inner slit, right over the pink hole. Gail moaned and then ‘Ooooh, don’t stop Mamma, do that more, it feels so good.’ My mother hesitated a moment and then did just that and then did it again. And then again.

‘That’s better but you can do better than that’ the woman said, ‘use your tongue, lick up her sweet juices, stick it into her virgin hole, then when I say, take her clit in your mouth and tickle it with your tongue.’

Our mother followed the orders she was given but soon, it didn’t seem like she minded. Her eyes were closed but the expression on her face suggested that it was so she could savor what she was doing. Gail certainly seemed to be enjoying it, moaning nonstop and trying to thrust her hips up into my mother’s mouth, which the straps mostly defeated. The moans became higher and higher pitched until the woman said ‘Now, the clit’ and I could see Mamma take the bump at the top of Gail’s slit into her mouth and I assume that she followed directions and was using her tongue on the bump, which I guessed was her clit. Gail arched her back and lifted her buttocks off the bed and screamed ‘Oh god, somethings happening! Oooh!’ and then she collapsed back onto the bed, with her eyes closed and a blissful expression on her face.

I also saw our mother moan and shake and so did the woman. ‘Oh, did making your daughter cum excite you after all? Did naughty mommy cum again without even being touched?, Well? speak up!’

Mamma mumbled something and looked very embarrassed. ‘Go on, speak up so your children can hear you’ the woman commanded.

‘Yes’ ‘Yes what?’ ‘Yes, I came.’ So licking and sucking your daughter’s pussy excited you?’ ‘Yes’ ‘Did you like her taste? ‘Yes’ ‘Would you like to make her love to her again? ‘Yes’ Would you like to do the same thing to your other daughters?’

Our mother squeezed her eyes shut but then admitted ‘Yes’.

At the start of this interrogation, I’d seen Gail open her eyes and she listened with great interest apparent on her face.

‘That was amazing, I’d love to have you do it again, Mamma. But could I do that to you? I love you so much and I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.’

‘Oh my sweet baby, yes, if that is really what you want to do. Its so wrong, but it would feel so good.’

The woman reached down and started unstrapping my mother’s legs. ‘Sorry, you will be able to do that soon Abigail but it will have to wait a little bit, first your mother needs to take care of your brother, he must be really suffering with all this going on and not being able to touch his cock and no one else doing it for him.’

My mother looked over at me and blushed but eyed my hard cock and I saw her tongue wet her lips again. The woman was right, all this was driving me crazy. I was a bit surprised that I hadn’t just spontaneously cum without my cock being touched.

The woman told my mother ‘Okay, you’re fee, unstrap your daughter and put her in her chair again. When she’s standing, I want you to teach her how lover’s kiss before you put her in the chair then I want you to repeat the lesson with each of your daughters.’

My mother didn’t say anything but soon had Gail unstrapped and then on her feet. She leaned toward Gail and kissed her gently on the lips. Even though at that moment the kiss was a closed mouth one it looked as erotic as hell. Her larger breasts pressed lightly against Gail’s and their hips came together. She pulled back slightly and looked into her daughter’s wide started eyes. ‘This time when I kiss you I’m going to have my mouth open, when you feel my tongue on your lips, open your mouth also and then imitate with your tongue what I do with mine.

‘Yes Mamma’

Our mother again placed her lips on Gail’s but this time I could see that her mouth was open and just before there was contact she tilted her head a little so that their noses didn’t collide. Soon it looked like both of their mouths were open and both moaned into each other’s mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my other two sister’s looking very intrigued.

‘Okay, that’s enough for now, put her in her chair and put the straps on’

‘Is that really necessary? We’re doing everything you ask.’

‘Do it, its safer for all of us, there can’t be any surprises.’

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“I’ll take what I can get, I guess.” Maggie smiled and ran her fingers through her friend’s hair.

Florence wanted to playfully slap her, remembering she had lost her arms. She had to settle with sticking her tongue out. “This feels good… I’m starving though.”

Maggie laughed. “Typical,” and scooted out of bed before Florence could kick her. She walked naked to her room and pulled on her bathrobe. Peeking back into Florence’s room she said, “You can stay there if you want.”

“I’ll come out.” Florence struggled with the tangled sheets. Maggie pulled them off, grabbed Florence by the ankles and dragged her to the edge. Florence screeched and stomped playfully.

Maggie got the usual, panties and a t-shirt and helped Florence into them. In the kitchen, Florence sat cross legged at the dining table, while Maggie grabbed some eggs and veggies. She warmed a pan, started slicing into an onion and stopped. “Flo, I want us to be on the same page… What are we?”

Florence looked at the ceiling in though. “Right now? I think… two friends who really love each other.” Maggie looked a little disappointed. “Aw Mags, don’t look at me like that. This is normal! Going on a first date doesn’t mean you’re in a relationship.”

Maggie’s shoulders drooped a little and she turned back to the onion. She was surprised by a chin nudge on the shoulder and a quiet voice, “This is just new for me… OK? Not weird.”

“Got it. Not weird. Thanks Flo.”

There was another light peck. “I miss hugging you.” A shoulder swiped across her back.

“FLO! I’m trying NOT to cut my fingers off here!”

“Ack, haha!” Florence ran back to her chair, giggling.

Their behavior followed like this. Maggie was trying to be respectful to Florence’s wish to ease into things. Florence was constantly sneaking up on her to press her boobs into Maggie’s back, or blow in her ear. It was driving Maggie up the wall. That evening Florence thanked Maggie for her help that day and promptly shut her bedroom door.

Maggie was stood motionless, staring at the door, wanting so badly to just turn the knob. Time was imperceptible then, but an eternity later, she turned and went to bed.

This sort of behavior went on for a month. Every once in a while they’d have a date night, which was very romantic, but Florence would end each evening by slamming the door. Maggie was going insane with the tension.

This new, quasi-romantic world was maddening. One moment was bliss, the next, empty. One night, they watched a movie on the couch. Florence had fallen asleep on her… again. She was wearing only a tank top and panties. Her peaceful face was irresistible… Maggie wanted her so badly in that moment, when Florence’s eyes fluttered open.

“Hey Mags. I think I’m going to bed.” Florence abruptly sat up and walked to her room. Maggie sat, looking at the floor. Not again. Florence entered her her room and kicked the door shut. The sound of it shutting didn’t seem to happen. She kicked the door again, and finally turned to see Maggie’s red fingers holding it slightly ajar.

Maggie stepped forward, fear and determination in her eyes. Florence didn’t move. Maggie closed the distance and put her hands on Florence’s cheeks. “I need you. Now.”

“What took you so long?” Florence sidled around Maggie and shoved her.

“Wha-What?” Maggie was absolutely confused.

“I was starting to think you didn’t want me.” Florence rammed into her, knocking her onto the bed. Maggie could only stare as Florence grabbed the hem of her PJ pants with her teeth. Maggie regained her senses and help pull at the waistband. “Stop.” Florence looked at her intensely. “My turn.”

Using her teeth, she yanked back Maggie’s pants as far as she could. She moved to the other leg and repeated. Pulling them off completely, Florence did a flourish by grabbing them in her toes and kicking them away. They got caught in the ceiling fan, spun and flew into her tray of product. The containers flew everywhere.

“Not important.” Florence got on the bed and over Maggie. She pulled at Maggie’s top, which took a few yanks, but was off. Florence moved to Maggie’s panties and made eye contact as she slowly peeled them down with her teeth.

Maggie helped by lifting her legs, then quickly undid her bra while Florence was busy down there. Florence’s face appeared again, ready for the next challenge. “You want me.”

“Yes!”

“Of course you do.” Florence walked to the side of the bed and pushed Maggie onto her side. Her bra clasps were undone. Florence sighed. “Hook it back up.”

“O-Okay..” Maggie did as she was told and fastened her bra again.

“Roll over.” When her lover was face-down, Florence straddled her, and used her teeth and chin to undo the clasps. It took some time, and Maggie could tell that Florence was struggling. “On your back.”

Now face-up, Maggie watched Florence bite on the bridge of her bra, between her breasts, and pull up. Maggie raised her arms to allow the bra to come off. She was now nude.

Florence moved off of Maggie bahis firmaları and sat on the edge of the bed. She tilted her head to her right shoulder and pulled at the strap of her tank top with her teeth. She did the same with the other strap. In a start-stop motion, her top slowly raised over her head. Florence slowly pulled it off, one mouthful of fabric at a time.

Her breasts slid out and bounced into place. Being the widest points of her torso, Maggie could easily gawk at them from behind. Florence leaned forward and wiggled until her top finally fell from her.

She positioned her butt over the edge of the mattress and ground herself backward. It was incredibly sensual to watch. Her panties crept off of her rump when they were low enough, she grabbed them with her toes and dumped her undies to the floor.

She rose to her feet and turned to face Maggie. Her gaze was intense. “Spread them.” Her lover obeyed. Florence crawled on her knees, leaning over them between Maggie’s legs. She lightly kissed her inner thighs, making sure her hair brushed her lover’s skin as she moved from side to side, slowly getting closer to her destination.

Maggie grabbed the corners of her pillow and let out tiny grunts of anticipation. The airy touches made her body twitch. She tried piecing together what was going on here; her best friend and erstwhile lover had been shutting her door to Maggie for weeks.

Meanwhile Florence was nearing her destination. The intervals of movement delayed that moment, which was driving Maggie wild. “God, Flo ple-“

“Shhh.” Florence looked up at her without leaving her crouched position. All Maggie could see were her face, breasts and knees. Like she was barely there at all.

Florence changed positions, opting now to lay on her front. Inches away from Maggie’s vulva. There would have been steam if it were a cold evening. The armless woman’s breasts pillowed under her weight, pressing against Maggie’s inner thighs. A kiss, and another; light pecks. Her hair continued to tease Maggie’s skin.

A lick. A kiss. A tongue. It slowly inserted itself. The tongue pushed itself up and out, flicking Maggie’s clitoris gently. Maggie’s glasses fogged up almost instantly.

Florence continued to give her friend’s clitoris more attention. She wrapped her lips around it and sucked the air out of her cheeks, pulling at the sensitive little nub. She rolled her tongue around it a few times.

Then it stopped. Maggie was breathing heavily, and her legs constantly shifted, unsure of where to put them. Then the munching began. Florence used her entire mouth now. Chewing into Maggie’s labia and clitoris at once, careful not to get her teeth in contact with either. In spite of her care, she was now a monster. Each time she brought her lips together, she twisted her head and groaned.

The new intensity brought waves of color to Maggie’s brain and her intellect ebbed, allowing only primal groans and wails. She was a simple animal, experiencing only stimulus/response.

The sensations peaked and Maggie grabbed Florence’s head as she screamed. Her body shuddered as she climaxed. “S-stop… Flo… too sens… stop, stop.” Each time her clitoris was touched was like an electric shock.

Florence shuffled her knees in and lifted herself up. Her face was wet. She lifted her leg over Maggie’s and flopped over on her side. Her head made contact with Maggie’s elbow and both winced in pain.

Maggie tried to speak, to ask if Florence was ok. But the gorgeous face next to her erupted into laughter. “Sorry, Mags. Not that graceful anymore.” She wiggled her empty shoulder.

“I… You… I…”

“Just kiss me.”

Maggie wreathed her arms around Florence’s body and drew her close. Florence used a leg to bring the rest of her closer. Maggie kissed her passionately and rubbed her body against hers.

They were both sweating heavily and Florence’s hair had fallen into her face. She tried to flick it away with her head, but her damp forehead made it stick. “Mags,” kiss, “Mags, ha-” kiss, “hair.”

“Oh.. hang on.” Maggie took her steamed up glasses off. “Sorry, these things are awful sometimes.” She wiped Florence’s hair and pulled it behind her ear.

“You know,” mused Florence. “I never get to see you without them on.” Maggie kissed her again. “You look totally different without them.”

Maggie arched an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“You look beautiful. You should get contacts.” Maggie rolled her eyes. “Oh come on. Anyway, my turn.”

“I don’t know if I can compete.”

“Go to my vanity. There’s a toy in the drawer.”

“Oh?” Maggie grinned and rolled over. She edged herself to the side of the bed and did her best to walk. Her knees felt shaky. Opening the drawer of the vanity, there a white box with some fancy script lettering and a pink object depicted on it. She picked it up and glanced at the back. Everything was in… What was it, Dutch? She opened it and found a bright pink egg-shaped device with a small plastic tail at the end, and had a grippy texture. Also inside the box was a kaçak iddaa controller. On/Off, Mode buttons and a slider.

She turned, holding up both devices. Florence nodded. As Maggie approached the bed, she asked, “Do I need… you know, lubrication?”

“I’m so fucking wet. Put it in.”

Maggie crawled onto the bed and slowly inserted the egg until only the plastic tail remained.

“Set it to low and turn it on. Don’t worry about the mode.” Florence grinned as Maggie pushed the power button. “Mmm… Kiss me. Touch me.”

Maggie straddled Florence and sat there for a moment, taking in the sight of her lover. Her perfect face, her lithe body, her large breasts resting where her armpits would have been. She pushed up the slider. Florence’s legs curled up against Maggie’s rump. She left the slider a quarter of the way up and laid it on the mattress. Maggie grabbed her lover’s waist and moved her hands up to her breasts. She collected them in her hands, forming inches and inches of cleavage and let go, causing them to flop back to their resting position.

Inching up along her body, Maggie left a trail of moisture along Florence, then leaned over and kissed her. Maggie continued to massage Florence’s breasts as their tongues lashed at each other. They both gasped for air as they continued to kiss. Maggie let go of a breast and grabbed the remote, sliding it up to 75 percent, her mouth never losing contact.

“Nnnnhhhhh, ohh-” kiss, “hahh, hahh-” kiss, “Oh FUCK.” Florence’s body was convulsing.

Maggie slid it to 100% for a moment and felt Florence’s knees hit her back. She set it back to 50% and continued playing with her nipples. Then she slid a hand under Florence and grasped a cheek of her rump. She squeezed hard, stuck her tongue in and turned the slider back to 100.

“MMMMMMMM,” Florence’s body bucked so much that Maggie pulled back for a moment just to watch. “OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT!!”

Below Maggie was a localized earthquake of profanity. She left the remote there and grabbed both of Florence’s nipples then leaned back in for more intense kissing.

Florence had experimented with the device, using her toes to control it, but to have someone else control it, as they saw fit was beyond erotic, and Maggie, her nerdy shut-in friend was driving her to higher and higher peaks of pleasure.

This had been the test. Maggie was a virgin aside from her. Could she cut it? Florence had a standard. Tonight, she was in heaven. Maggie had grabbed the door. Her hands were purple from keeping it from shutting.

It was a perfect analogy to her heart. Someone who could withstand her forceful personality might satisfy her. Maggie had passed every test. “Make me cum.”

Graduation Day. Maggie watched as person after person was handed a diploma. Various groups cheered for each one. Sometimes just a polite applause.

The dean announced “Florence Miller.” Cheers erupted. Florence took the stage with a smile that resembled the sun. Her gown sleeves trailed behind like dark flags. She and the dean made a slight bow to each other, which had been practiced ahead of time. Maggie ran up to the stage as Florence accepted the diploma between her shoulder and cheek.

Maggie got to the stage and reached out to grab the padded leather folder. She made a quick kissy-face.

Florence winked at her and mouthed, ‘Thank you.’

As Maggie headed back to her aisle seat she reached into her pocket, turned the slider up to 50% and looked back.

Florence hunched over on her way down the ramp. A few concerned people rushed to the armless woman and helped her walk. Maggie turned it up some more. Florence fell to her knees. Everyone stood and Maggie ran back. She turned the slider back to zero. “I got her! She’s my friend!”

Everyone let Maggie take over, relieved that, not knowing what to do with a double amputee, they were no longer responsible.

Maggie walked her down the aisle and reached back into her pocket, turning the device up to 75. Florence gasped and fell to her knees. Maggie turned it back to zero, and helped her back up.

“I’m so hot right now, Mags,” whispered Florence. She was completely helpless to Maggie’s desires in front of her peers and their families.

“Babe, that makes two of us,” she whispered back and turned the dial down to 25. They slowly walked through the audience, some stopping them to see if there was extra help needed. “I just… get tired… sometimes,” panted Florence.

Maggie had never been more turned on. They exited the grounds and got to Maggie’s car. She helped Florence get in and was about to buckle her up.

“Wait, wait… unzip me. I’m so fucking hot.” Maggie slowly unzipped Florence’s graduation gown, revealing her nude body and little pink vibrator extension. “Ahh… that’s so much better.” The breezed settled on Florence’s exposed body.

Her lover quietly flexed her body as they drove home.

They were at another pool party at Amy’s house. Glen wasn’t there. Florence was chit-chatting with friends in a bikini and kaçak bahis sarong combo. A couple of guys stood by the barbecue.

“I’d fuck her in an instant,” said Randal.

“Dunno, dude,” replied Doug. “The arm stuff. It’s fucking drama waiting to happen.”

“Yeah, yeah… I see where you’re going. But… Shit. Imagine a girl like her on top of you. I don’t know… Worth it.”

“Yeah, totally worth it,” came a female voice.

“Uh, what?” Randal looked confused at the bespectacled, mousy looking woman who had somehow joined their conversation.

She pointed. “You’re talking about the armless woman right?”

“Yeah… you into chicks or something?”

“Yup.”

“Cool, cool,” said Randal. “Hold my beer. Watch thi-” A hand went up in front of his face.

“Wait, let me try,” said the Daria look-a-like.

Randal snorted. “Psshhhh. Twenty bucks says she yeets.”

The other guy elbowed him. “Bro! No arms, dude.”

“Twenty bucks. I’ll be right back.” The short, unassuming girl approached their quarry. The two guys laughed as they watched. The nerd and the buxom armless woman spoke for a moment, parted from group and began to kiss. It was more than kissing. They were making out.

Maggie could hear a distance, “what the FUCK,” as the barbecue tipped over. A lot of things happened. A lot of things tipped over. A lot of people ran. The deck was on fire.

Maggie simply walked Florence into the same swimming pool that she had been thrown into months ago by Glen. They stood in the pool and made out while the other party goers huddled for safety.

Anything obscured by water was fair game for Maggie, and Florence came a couple of times as firefighters doused the property.

“Flo?” They stopped kissing for a moment. Maggie’s hair was dripping behind her glasses. Her eyes were further obscured by the globules of water sitting on the lenses.

“Mags?”

“The world around us burns. Things fall apart. Our lives are nothing nothing but managed chaos. Except for one thing.” She looked at Florence as if elemental truth had struck her in the face.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Maggie drew in a deep breath and knelt down in the pool. Her hand emerged from the water, and like the Lady of the Lake, it gripped a holy relic; a diamond ring. Seconds went by as Maggie wondered how long she could stay under.

The ring was taken from her hand. Maggie shot out of the water, he glasses slipping from her face. Seeing only a blurry contour of Florence, she was able to at least make out the ring in her mouth. “Is that a yes?!”

“Mayffee… I haff uh fink affou’ i’. Khin I kheef ‘he ring ‘hough?”

Maggie fumbled for her glasses, which were slowly drifting down. She clumsily snatched them and put them on. “You asshole, of course you can.”

“Daff wha’ I fough’ victh!” Maggie took the ring out of her mouth. “How’m I supposed to wear the damn thing, weirdo?”

“Flo… It’s a toe ring.”

They emerged from the pool and carefully made their way to the front yard. She spotted Randal. As they walked past him she simply announced. “Twenty bucks.”

He slapped a bill into her hand.

“Wait,” said Florence. “Twenty bucks for WHAT?”

“That I couldn’t hit on you.”

“Haaaaa, haha!” Florence couldn’t contain her reaction to how strange the day had been. “Free dinner!” She pecked Maggie on the cheek.

“Yeah, pizza night. I’m NOT cooking.”

“MAGGIE!” No response. “MAAAAAAGGGIIIEEEEEEE!”

A face popped into her room. It was accompanied by a hand taking an earbud out. “Sorry Flo! I was cooking to Clara Schuma-“

“My nose itches, I finished Season One, and I’m hunnnnngry!”

“Oh! OK well dinner’s almost-“

“NOSE!!”

Maggie rushed over to Florence’s bed. The armless girl was propped up with pillows with a wet rag on her forehead. She was wearing an oversized shirt and undies, and was kicking her legs across the mattress like a child.

Nose scratched, Maggie moved on to the next order of business. “Want me to start Season Two?”

“Not if YOU’RE not gonna watch it!”

“I will sometime, it’s OK. I’m still catching up on The Doctor.”

“Your shows are bullshit,” said Florence with a pouty face. Maggie simply stood by the TV with remote in hand. “WHY DID YOU TALK ME INTO THIS YOU FUCKER!!”

“We agreed that it should be you.”

“FUCK YOU MAGGIE!”

“I know this is frustrating, but-“

“YOU’RE not the pregnant one, bitch!”

“If I was the grumpy one,” replied Maggie with a grin, “Would you be able to help me, asshole?”

“I-You-We-FINE!”

“Season Two, my love?”

Flo looked at something else. “…Yes.”

“Yes.. please?”

“I CAN STRANGLE YOU WITH MY LEGS YOU KNOW!!” Her empty sleeves jostled as she writhed against her pillows. Her stomach was huge.

Maggie snorted. “Sorry! Sorry… Here we go.” She navigated around and got the show going. “Fresh rag?”

“I’m sorry, Mags…”

Maggie took the rag from Florence’s forehead. “Babe… You took on a lot by doing this. I’m going to help you every step of the way. And… I know you hate looking like this.” She place a hand on Florence’s huge belly. “But you’re an Instagram mommy, one hundred percent. You’re gorgeous.”

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I looked out the window of the breakfast nook in my studio at the guesthouse staring at the pool and the front gate. No one was swimming in the pool now. The ‘day-trippers’, those who came to sun and play in the nude, had all gone home. The other guests of the guesthouse had gone to their rooms to rest for the evening’s activities or to dress for dinner.

I sat, daydreaming, trying to keep my mind from what would happen in the next two hours if my well laid plans to get myself ‘well laid’ came to fruition. This was, however, a fruitless effort. Of course all I could think about was what was going to happen. I had never had done anything remotely like this. Never before had I ever planned something like this.

But not this time. This time was different. This time I wanted something. Something for myself. Afterall, it was my birthday and I deserved it, right? I wanted someone who could give me those feelings that I yearned for. Someone who could match my sexual abilities and my inventiveness. Yes, I have an ego. I was not all that experienced but my mind was wild.

We had exchanged e-mails. We had talked on the phone. I had been met him at the university initially and we struck up conversation. He knew me as the most die hard fan at the school. He may have thought I was a little crazy since I admired so many of the great athletes at the school. But he tolerated my incessant behavior. I think he thought it was cute. But was he gay? I didn’t know but he was cute. He was our star backup quarterback and sure to be star next year since Jason graduated.

The phone rang. I was expecting his call. In fact, I had been expecting it all day. Kurt and I were supposed to get together and watch a tape of the last game of the season, a game in which he played like the star athlete that he will become next year when he pulled off one of the biggest upsets in school history! It was exciting to know I would be watching a game with the star of the tape! Looking forward with anticipation and trepidation. Wanting it to come, afraid of what it would bring when it did, hoping he was attracted to me, but not really knowing.

“Hello.” I answered.

“Hello Bobby. It’s Kurt.” the voice I had learned so well in such a short time came over the line.

“Hello, Kurt. It’s good to hear your voice again.” I said, trying to make my voice seem normal, unconcerned, not sounding like I wanted to scream in joy, frustration and fear. Just ordinary, like I would talk to any of my friends or acquaintances any other day. Calm, like I wasn’t burning inside with need and want and desire. Friendly, but light – no hint of the trepidation I felt.

“I’ll be there in about 25 minutes.” he said.

“I can’t wait! I’m so looking forward to it.” I said.

And we both hung up.

Twenty-five minutes! That’s all I had to prepare. I rushed to the shower, re-shaving even though I’d done so that morning. Making sure that I was totally smooth. I didn’t want to give him ‘beard burn’ in that tender area of a male’s body if he was interested in me! Maybe I was assuming too much? But as we became friendlier in the past , he sent signals. I couldn’t be mistaken, could I?

I put on deodorant and cologne – just as if I was going to work, the only time I wear them. I brushed my teeth again. And I still had time to wait!

I didn’t know what to do with myself. I decided that, even though I had been naked all weekend, I didn’t want to meet him that way. It might scare him off. Maybe I felt too vulnerable, too open. I pulled on a t-shirt and very short cut-offs and sat down at my computer and worked on my new website.

No luck. Couldn’t even figure out how to upload! But I had to do something! My heart was racing, my hands were sweating and I was breathing far too quickly. I needed to calm down. I needed to do something with my hands, something that was common for me, something I could do with very little thought. Beer! I would would have an ice cold beer!

My last and only girlfriend on our only Christmas together had bought me the coolest beer thermal sleeve with a picture of our university mascot on it. I had fallen in love with. I remember she asked bahis firmaları me if I was sure I’d use. She and I parted two years ago and I still use it. And most times think about that first Christmas when I do.

“Hello.”

“The gate’s locked.” Kurt said, but with a laugh in his voice. He wasn’t angry.

“God! I’m sorry! I’ll be right out.”

I rushed to the door and went walking beside the pool to get to the gate. In the time that I had taken a shower and had made the tea, two guys had come out and were in the pool. They were obviously making out and playing with each other’s bodies. I opened the door in the gate which shielded the naked men inside from the world outside.

I was stunned! He looked so goddamned handsome!

We said hello and shook hands. ‘What a weird, totally inadequate way to begin.’ I thought to myself, but then realized that perhaps it was necessary. To put that emotional distance by making it more like business just for a moment. I didn’t care. The vibes that had passed in just those short seconds told me that it was more than likely that this was a man that I could care about, and trust, just enough to let down my defenses and truly allow myself to give and take in full measure.

There are not many men (not that I have been with many, he was only my third) that can get behind those defenses. Usually when it happens, it comes as a complete shock to me. Sometimes it is a very uncomfortable feeling because I am not sure that I can trust the man enough to show him all of me – everything that I am capable of doing. My abilities are such that with people, I only have to use my technique – without any feelings behind them – and they go crazy. (I told you I have an ego!)

But that’s not what I was looking for. I was looking for someone who could match me in power and technique and who I could feel safe enough with to really let myself go. It is hard for me to receive pleasure. To just lay back and be pleasured by another without doing anything myself. But that’s what I wanted as well as pleasuring him. I owed it to myself because it was my birthday, and I owed it to him because he was a primo jock with star quality!

We sit down at the table in the little breakfast nook of the kitchen. I offer him a beer. He accepts since the season is over and he is no longer in training. (Damn Bowl games! We will make it next year, I guarantee!). We start to talk. I tell him about me. He already knows a good deal from our previous conversations. I start to ask questions about him. In part, to get to know him better but also to just watch him answer, see the facial expressions, gauge the level of trust I can put in him. He doesn’t realize at first what I’m doing. I’ve spent a couple of years installing fiber optics but I’m a very good listener and someone who it is easy to talk to, easy to open up to.

“You really are our

fan, aren’t you?” he laughs.

“Yes, I am. I idolize all of you and the coaches. I admit it”.

“You’re very good at it.” he said while looking at my shrine to the campus team.

That seemed to turn him on a lot. He stared into my eyes for what seemed like hours. Could I be lucky enough to nail my third player from the team? It sure felt that way. The anticipation was killing me.

”I would like to have sex with you very much”, said Kurt.

’Yes! Yes!’, I thought! ‘I am getting lucky on my birthday!’

Stunned because of my initial uncertainty, “Take me Kurt”, is what I said.

We talked for a little while more and then I told him I was calmed down now and ready. We laughed about that and we both stood up from the table. He went to walk to the bedroom, but I put my hand on his shoulder and stopped him. There was something I wanted first, before the sex started. I wanted his arms around me and I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to establish that I wanted more than just sex – I wanted this to be equally romantic and raunchy.

I got undressed and watched him as he did. His body was ‘perfect’, he had large pecs and broad shoulders as well as muscular arms. This was not a boy. This was a MAN. And, as I’ve always believed, ‘Don’t send a boy to do a man’s kaçak iddaa work!’.

“Turn on your stomach.” he growled when he was naked. “You get a massage first.”

I liked the ‘take charge’ tone. Certainly, this is what I wanted. He knelt over my body, my legs between his and covered my back with scented oil. Then he began to massage me. Not hard, not gently but sensuously enough that he soon had me moaning. I could feel his own hardness sliding up and down between my cheeks as he worked on my back. At one point, he lay on my back and massaged me with his chest and abdomen. As he did so, his hardness pushed at my sphincter and I felt a stab of panic. I usually had a chance to prepare myself before a man’s entry. But he simply pushed, firmly and slowly until he was buried in me completely.

There was no pain. I knew how to handle him. He wasn’t huge, but thick and substantial. I moaned when he bottomed out in me from the joy and the feeling of completeness it gave me.

Smiling to myself, I relaxed again and waited for him to start the world’s oldest rhythm. But, instead, he stayed poised above me, buried inside me, not moving a muscle. I couldn’t figure out what he was doing until I heard his voice above and behind me.

“Have you ever had someone piss inside you?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

“Fuck, yes!!!” I moaned. “I love it!” I answered, joy flowing through me. He’d told me he was into watersports, like I am, but I wasn’t expecting this!

“Are you going to sleep in this bed tonight? Do you care?” he asked.

It took a moment for his question to register in my brain. Oh! He’s worried about leakage.

“I’m sleeping here, and I don’t care. As long as it comes from you!” I said, letting him know that this was special to me because it was him.

And that’s the way it started. We went back and forth. Sometimes me on top, massaging him, touching him, licking and sucking at his body. I did live up to my ‘nickname’ and I think it surprised him how good I was at rimming. Certainly, he was moaning quite loudly over it.

After a while, we took a break. We went out the back door of my studio to the ‘play area’ – an open expanse of grass with a few deck chairs and a large massage table set up. We wanted to do more watersports but not in the room or the shower. More exciting, more sensual in the cool evening air – outside in the wonder of nature.

The two guys who had been in the pool earlier saw us come out and stood and watched at I was showered and fed more of Kurt’s golden essence. I drank gratefully and found it inordinately sweet. What a pleasant surprise! He continued to cover me with his golden liquid and, when there was no more, I lay back on the massage table, drew my legs up with my hands and he entered me once more.

His rhythm was powerful! We brought each other to the brink a number of times. The two guys were watching and occasionally touching Kurt’s chest. Perhaps another time, this would have been hot but, instead, it began to break my concentration. I wanted to be focused on Kurt completely. I wanted to maintain my own fantasies for this time.

“Let’s go back inside.” I said to him. “I want you alone.”

Kurt understood and we went back into the studio.

“Please fuck me.” I begged him.

He smiled and told me to get on the bed on my stomach. I lay there as he again easily entered me and I pushed back and up, making sure that I got him as deep inside me as I could. I wanted this contact so badly! I wanted to feel him deep inside of me.

He began to fuck me with long powerful strokes. At first I didn’t notice, but I finally turned my head to one side and came face to face with the vision of Kurt fucking me! I had forgotten that the doors to the closet next to the bed were fully mirrored!

It’s strange to admit, but I have rarely been in the position to see myself being fucked. But the mirrored doors were so close to the bed that I could see everything – especially the look on Kurt’s face as he fucked me.

I don’t know exactly why it is so exciting to me, but I find the facial expressions of a male in heat to be an incredible turn-on! The grimaces, kaçak bahis the smiles, the ecstacy which are revelations of the sensory stimulations that he is feeling cause a deep rush of pride and pleasure to flow through me. It is the idea that my body, my actions are giving him this pleasure that send me into realms of satisfaction and sends thrills through me as if I were almost orgasming myself.

And so I lay there and watched. I watched him pound my hole with his cock. I watched as my hips moved up and back, helping to slam his cock deeper and harder into me. I watched as my ass swivelled and tilted to bring his driving cock into contact with more and different parts of my inner recesses. And, above all, I lay there and watched his reaction to all these things.

I was so intent on giving him pleasure and watching it happen that I forgot about my own orgasm. Indeed, I was having an orgasm deep inside – an emotional, psychological one – from the evident pleasure that I could give this man who’s ‘business’ was pleasure. A heady ego boost, to say the least! When he finally did cum deep in my butt, I almost lost it myself! But I was too busy watching him to be concerned with me.

When it was over, he lay down on top of me and rested. This is, I have to admit, one of my favorite things about being fucked. Having a sweaty, exhausted and satisfied male animal resting his moist body on mine and having his arms around me as the last shudders of the ‘after-shocks’ of his orgasm happen. The scents are strong then – the sweat from his exertion, the scent of the fuck itself, combine to create a miasma of horny, rutting maleness which stimulates my senses and fulfills my desire for scents.

Finally, he rose over me and asked how I wanted to get off. At first I wanted him to sit on my face and again let me revel in his tasty, sweaty and beautiful ass. But as he rose above me and I buried my face in his butt, he began to play with my ass.

Now, as a rule, I do not like my butt ‘played’ with. I don’t like fingers, I don’t like dildos. I have a saying “If it ain’t real – it ain’t worth it!”. While I love to play with other guy’s butts and have been a very successful ‘fisting top’ for quite a long time, this type of play never turned me on. I love to be fucked, I hate to be fisted. In fact, I’ve only be successfully fisted one time in my life – and that by the ‘top’ who trained me. But even when he succeeded, I got nothing out of it and so I never bothered with it again.

Kurt, however, had very magic fingers! They felt almost as good in my hole as his cock did! And that’s really saying something, coming from me! Soon, I gave myself over completely to his manipulations of my butt and there I was, on my knees in ‘doggy’ position begging for more of his hand. He wasn’t able to fist me, but he got four fingers up my hole before I came, screaming out in my mindless pleasure.

I then lay in Kurt’s arms for a while and he held me while I recovered myself. It was so nice to have this muscular, warm male holding me. It was what I wanted and what I finally got. The one thing I dislike about encounters in the baths is this part of the sex act – the ‘afterwards’ with its touching and holding – is so often eliminated. Get up, put on the towel and leave as quickly as possible! It’s like “I love you. Fuck me. Now get out!”. Except it’s them who are getting the fuck out!

Kurt did stay for a little while after it was over. I didn’t expect him to. I figured, business was concluded – on to the next customer. But it wasn’t like that at all! When I looked at the clock, I was shocked to see that we had played for almost three hours!

After Kurt left, I went out to dinner by myself. I really don’t have many friends. But I wanted to be alone. I wanted to savor the after-glow of being with Kurt and relive, for a while, all that had gone on between us. Later, when I got back to the guesthouse, there were males around playing. I looked at the scene and shook my head. There was no way that anything I could do now wouldn’t be a pale shadow of what had been a time of sexual surrender and abandon for me. I knew no one would ‘hold a candle’ to Kurt, so why try? Instead, I went to my room and went to sleep – exhausted by all of the encounters of the day.

Will I see him again? Yes, I’m sure of it. He is only a sophomore! But I don’t think I can be tied down to one man.

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I told you about how I broke into that chick Chrissie’s house one night and taught her a thing or two about fucking with me. See, she really wanted me bad, but didn’t want her friends to know it, right? So she was bad mouthing me and stuff with sarcasm. I went over there and let her have what she wanted, and I told her that if I heard her bad mouthing me again, it wouldn’t be my dick in her face next time.

That was such a fuckin’ cool thing to do and I still haven’t seen the slut since. Once she got a taste of me, she was like every other fuckin’ whore. She wanted more but knew I wouldn’t give it to her, so she disappeared to another school so she wouldn’t have to put up with seeing me and knowing that I won’t put out for her again. Chicks are so fuckin’ fickle, man. And you wonder why I don’t have a fuckin’ girlfriend?

Now, if you think I’m talking about ‘home invasion’ or some shit like that when I said I broke into her bedroom, then your fuckin’ wrong, okay? It’s not. A ‘home invasion’ is when a bunch of punks breaks in and beat the shit out of the people that live there, then nick off with their TV and stereo and stuff. I don’t do that shit. I’m not a fuckin’ thief, alright?

What I do see, is get into their bedroom and give ’em what they want – kinda like a modern day Santa Clause, you know? Everybody fuckin’ wants me, but I can only give it to a few, right? It isn’t always easy being this fuckin’ hot.

Anyway, so like I was saying, I climb in through their bedroom window when everyone’s asleep and let them taste me. I let them suck me off, or I shove my cock up their arse, and then I go home. Simple, easy, and we both get what we want.

I love getting a good blowjob and some of the fuckin’ faggots out there really know how to give one. I usually gotta beat it out of them first though, ’cause they seem to like playing that fuckin’ game – fuckin’ weirdos, pretending they don’t want it when they do. I know they want it real bad. I see them watching me in the schoolyard or when I’m out walking down the street and stuff, and I can see in their eyes that they’re just thinking about my fuckin’ hot bod and my huge, throbbin’ dick, and they want me to shove it in them. Really want it, man. So I give it to them.

Chicks are all funny about that kinda stuff. Most of them act real weird when I tell them that I wanna shove my cock down their gob. They cock-tease like fuckin’ mad, and then don’t put out, most of them. So when I’m horny, I gotta use the fags. They give it good and they don’t want a fuckin’ relationship out of it, ya know?

I fuckin’ hate faggots, I really do, but sometimes ya just gotta get it off, and they’re the best cunts for it. I use them ’cause they want to be used. Nothing wrong with that.

The pricks never thank me for it. Never. But that’s like the faggot’s way, see? They just suck cock then go home and play with themselves. They haven’t got the brains to hold a fuckin’ conversation unless its beggin’ for more in their fuckin’ “please don’t” kinda way. Like a fuckin’ woman, I swear! They know they want it. Why can’t they just fuckin’ say so instead of pretending like they don’t and making me have to force it in so they can feel like a fuckin’ victim? What a load of shit!

Anyway, there was the one time when I got the biggest fuckin’ bonus ever, man. It was like, totally unexpected and so fuckin’ cool in the end, though it freaked me out at first.

Y’all know that I love a good challenge. The harder the queers fight back, the harder I get, see? The game pisses me off, ’cause I just wanna do it, ya know, but it gets me fuckin’ burning too, dominating them like that. I reckon some of them know that I get off on pushing them around, so they deliberately try to push me away so I can get even hotter before they do it to me. It’s like, they want me so fuckin’ bad that they’ll do anything to me hornier first so I’ll come back for more, ya know?

Anyway, Scott, that twelfth grade dweeb I was telling you about last time? Well he’s got a brother, see. An older brother who he lives with ’cause his folks fuckin’ keeled over or something. And Scott’s brother Tony is like, a fuckin’ fag too! He’s like about 29 or something and heaps of my friends have seen him on weekends coming out of fuckin’ queer joints and holdin’ hands with other blokes.

Now, I didn’t know then that Scott has this brother, see? When I’d paid the fag a little visit sometimes at night, the joint was like dead quiet, you know? Not a fuckin’ sound, ’cause his brother must’ve been sleeping or out fucking his queer mates or something. So I just thought Scott lived with his fuckin’ folks like normal.

One day, my friends were whinging like fuckin’ sissies wantin’ to do something with me that night, like go to a movie or something. I’d been fuckin’ playing with myself all day in the toilets ’cause I was real horny and was planning to pay Scott a visit that night. Well, my mates kept carrying on ’cause they like to be seen out with me, right? So I had to tell them I was busy. Then the cunts wanted to know what I bahis firmaları was doing, so finally I told them I was planning to pay Scott a visit and stir him up a bit. They thought that was hot shit man, but I wouldn’t let them come with me even though they fuckin’ begged. I told them that if I saw them near Scott’ fuckin’ house, I was gonna kick their arses into tomorrow, ’cause I know how much they wanna be like me and would probably hang around so they could listen outside otherwise.

About 11 o’clock that night, I was checkin’ myself out in the mirror, getting ready to head off to the fag’s place, flexing my muscles and getting myself all pumped up. I could see why all the fags and the chicks thought I was so cool looking and all. I fuckin’ turn myself on when I see my reflection, especially when I’m all wet still from a shower and stuff. I’ve got the perfect fuckin’ body and the perfect fuckin’ face to go with it.

So after checkin’ myself out for half an hour, I stuck on some jeans and a tank top, so my muscles would be showing and all, making me look ever sexier then when I’m wearing like a shirt or something. Then I jumped out my bedroom window and headed off to Scott’s house. My old man was fast asleep, in his usual drunken fucking stupor, so I knew he wouldn’t come in and find me gone.

I got to Scott’s house pretty quick ’cause it’s only like a 20-minute walk or something, you know? Can’t be too far ’cause you gotta live in the area to go to the school with all this new zoning shit that the government is fuckin’ sprouting.

Anyway, I got there and checked the place out and it was all dark and quiet like usual. I walked around the place real quiet to make sure no fucker was up in the back rooms and stuff, and then went around to the side where Scott’s bedroom was.

The shit had his bedroom window open like usual, so I pulled the fly screen out, real steady so I didn’t wake him or make the neighbours hear me or nothing. Then I climbed in like a fuckin’ panther stalking his dinner, you know? Only it was Scott that was gonna be eating tonight, not me!

The faggot was lying on his bed fast asleep, wearing just his underpants. All the covers were pulled back like he was expecting me, ya know? Like, a total “come and fuckin’ get me” invitation. So I pulled down my fly nice and crept over to his bed, sticking my hand in my pants and playing with my crotch.

He was a fuckin’ weed, Scott was – really skinny like if he turned sideways he’d be invisible, you know? Anyway, he’s laying there on his back with his hand up by his head like he want’s me to pin him down, right? So I climb on top of him so I’m kneeling just over his stomach. Then I tap his cheek real softly and whisper to him.

“Hey faggot. It’s supper time!”

Scott’s eyes fly open and he looks at me real scared and he’s wide awake in like a fuckin’ second, man! I stuff my hand over his mouth and shove him back down on the pillow before he can yell out and his eyes look like their gonna bulge out of their fuckin’ sockets!

“I got something here for you, dweeb,” I say. “It’s pointing your way, so I know it’s you it wants.”

He shakes his head, mumbling some shit and tries to pull my hand away from his mouth, so I squeeze his cheeks nice and tight.

“Ah-ah! You don’t want to make me angry now, do you?”

He stops struggling, just looking up at me and I see his eyes flicker over my shoulder like he’s trying to find some way of escaping.

“You know the routine, faggot. Just do like your told and I won’t have to hurt you. Alright?”

His eyes flickered past me again and then all these warning bells like, start ringing in my head, but before I turn around, I hear this noise behind me. And suddenly, some cunt grabs me from behind, pulling me off Scott and hauling me into a full nelson near the end of the bed.

“What the fuck!” I start struggling, but the cunt has me pinned tight with my hands pulled right back, way up above my head like I’m on a stretching rack.

“Gotcha!” he says, and it ain’t no kids voice, so I know I’m in deep shit.

“Let go of me, you fucker!” I growl, but he pulls my arms back even tighter, making my feet nearly leave the ground. I’m standing there on tiptoe trying to break free, my top lifting up to show my abs, and then I realise I can feel the skin on his chest rubbing against my back. I fuckin’ freeze, man, ’cause I’m surprised, and I’m thinking, “Is this cunt naked or something?”

I see Scott get up off the bed, and he’s standing in front of me in his undies, like he wants me to check him out or something, and then the cunt that’s got hold of me starts talking in this real deep voice.

“Is this him?” he says.

Scott nods, looking real worried, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Justin, isn’t it? And this is the guy you like, huh? After everything you told me, including breaking in here tonight, you still feel the same way?”

Say what????? Scott was nodding again, looking real embarrassed, and I was like, freaking out man! The faggot had a kaçak iddaa crush on me? This was too fuckin’ weird!

I tried breaking free from the cunt again, but he held me tight, my arms stretched up so fuckin’ far that I couldn’t move them.

“Stay still punk,” he said to me. “Do you know who I am?”

“I don’t give a fuck who you are!” I said. “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you if you don’t let go!”

He laughed, really gentle, like he was trying to be menacing or something.

“I’m Scott’s brother,” he said. “His big brother. The name is Michael and it’s not something you’re going to forget for a very long time. You see, Scott has told me all about you and what you’ve been doing to him. He even told me that he heard you say you were coming here tonight.”

“You little fuck!” I said to Scott. “Just you wait till I get my fuckin’ hands on you!”

“Ah-ah,” he said, lifting me off the ground again. “No more threats. Tonight you get what you’ve been giving.”

I felt his head move, like he was looking up at Scott now instead of whispering in my ear.

“Go on,” he said to Scott. “Take him. Do what you want with him. I’ve got him.”

“Touch me and I’ll kick your fuckin’ head in,” I said to Scott.

“No you won’t,” Michael said back at me, talking real sweet like he was trying to pick me up or something. “If you so much as go near Scott again after tonight, I’ll be coming after you.”

I started struggling again but couldn’t break free from the cunt’s hold.

“Come on,” Michael said to Scott again. “We haven’t got all night. Do what you want with him.”

Scott hesitated then took a step forward, so I lashed out with my feet, trying to kick the faggot in the head. He jumped back out of reach before I could connect and Michael swung me around, pulling me away from Scott.

“Naughty boy!” he teased, the fuckin’ shithead. Then suddenly the cunt pressed down on my shoulders, forcing me to my knees. Before I knew it, he let himself fall backward, pulling me on top of him, still holding me in the full nelson, and wrapped his fuckin’ legs around mine, spreading them out like a fuckin’ torture rack.

I yelled out ’cause I didn’t expect him to do that, and he was stretching me out so fucking hard now that it hurt. I gritted my teeth, but I was locked tight and couldn’t even struggle now.

“There,” Michael said. ” He can’t touch you now.”

Scott came over to us, standing by my feet, looking real unsure.

“What’ll I do?” he asked. He looked like a lost fuckin’ puppy, one finger in his mouth like a fuckin’ baby.

“Why don’t you start by taking off his top?” Michael said. “You can pull down his pants, and then you can do whatever you want. Give him some of what he gave you.”

“I don’t want to hurt him,” Scott pouted.

“That’s up to you,” his brother said. “Personally, I’d make sure he couldn’t walk for a week.”

“You fuckin’ would, you faggot!” I yelled at him but he started laughing again, making me bounce up and down on top of him.

“Look who’s calling the kettle black!” he says, whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean. Did he think I was a nigger in the dark like this?

Then suddenly Scott leaned over me and grabbed my tank top, yanking at it till it ripped, and he kept on ripping it till it was torn in half and my chest was all sticking out. I saw the shit lick his lips ’cause he could see my muscles rippling now, all down my chest and my stomach.

“That was a new top you little cunt!” I was so pissed off and even more fuckin’ pissed that I couldn’t do nothing to stop him. He sat down on my crotch and started rubbing his hands over my chest, but when he sat down, I felt Michael’s crotch pressing up against mine, and the cunt was hard. The shit was turned on with me on top of him like that! I couldn’t fuckin’ believe it man – I was sandwiched between two fuckin’ hard cocks!

Scott slid down onto my legs and unbuttoned my jeans, then started playing with my dick. I was hard as, in spite of myself and the arsehole started teasing my cock with his hands, and then his mouth, flicking at it with his tongue and all sorts of stuff that only a faggot could think of.

I groaned and felt like I was gonna fuckin’ burst any minute, but I was also hanging to teach these fucking faggots a lesson. Scott played with my dick for ages and then ran his tongue up my chest. When he got to my mouth, I tried turning my head away, but I couldn’t fuckin’ move it ’cause my arms were pressed up against my ears, fuckin’ locking my head forward. He grabbed me under the chin and squeezed tight, forcing my mouth open, and then he kissed it, sticking his tongue in and all. I could taste my own cock in his mouth from when he was sucking it! I wanted to fuckin’ chuck!

I tried yelling out, but I couldn’t move my mouth now and his huge fuckin’ lips were muffling any sound I tried to make. He kept kissing me and kissing me and I could feel his cock sucking tongue twisting around mine and duelling with it like they were swords in a fucking Japanese kaçak bahis flick!

He was lying on top of me and I could feel his scrawny little body rubbing itself up and down over me, raking his bones over my washboard stomach and pecs.

When he finally sat up again, he was on my stomach. He looked down at me like he was a giant, so I spat at him, pushing all of his saliva out of my fuckin’ mouth. I don’t kiss no one and wasn’t gonna have that shit in my mouth!

The prick slapped me across the face and said, “You like that?”, and then he flopped his own cock out and shoved it in my face, sliding his arse up to my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut so I didn’t have to look at it poking me in the mouth, and then I felt his hands squeeze my jaw again, forcing my mouth open.

Fucking Michael was hard as now and was poking me from behind at the other end. I couldn’t tell if he was naked or not ’cause my jeans were still on, thank fuckin’ Christ!

Scott shoved his cock in my mouth and pushed my lips closed around it. He started thrusting forwards and backwards and I started choking on it, my face going all red and stuff, so he pulled it out and I gagged a few times, trying to catch my breath.

“What’s a matter?” Michael said underneath me, “Can’t take it like a man?”

“Maybe he doesn’t like giving head,” Scott said. “Maybe he likes the pain he inflicts instead.” And he grabbed my nipples and squeeze them real tight.

I screamed out in fucking agony, man, and my whole body started to convulse. But it was a good thing, because suddenly I felt one of my hands break free. I swung up, punching Scott in the mouth and sending him flying off me, then twisted around, breaking my other arm free and rolling away from Michael.

Before I could get up though, the fucker jumped on top of me, putting an elbow right in my gut. I doubled over in agony and the cunt sat on me, pinning my arms beneath his knees. His crotch was right in my fuckin’ face and I could smell his hard cock poking against his white jocks near my mouth. If his jocks weren’t on, I swear to fuckin’ God he would’ve poked me in the eye with it.

I could see the fucker too now when I looked up. He was wearing nothing but his jocks, and his chest was all sweaty from holding me against him for so long. He looked a lot like Scott, only older and more solid. He had little pissant bits of fluff sticking out around his huge fuckin’ nipples, but the rest of his bod was smooth like Scott’s, so hair looked really out of place.

“You alright, Scott?” he asked, looking over above my head. I craned my neck back and saw Scott kneeling on the ground rubbing his cheek. He nodded that he was okay.

“Now you’ve really made me mad, my friend,” Michael said to me.

“I’m not your fuckin’ friend, you queer arsed little cunt!”

He laughed at me again and I could tell he was really having a fuckin’ good time.

“Good English,” he said and started slapping my cheeks with both hands. I tried kicking up my legs at him, but they couldn’t reach that far back. His knees were pressing into my biceps and I couldn’t reach any further up than his sides, so I grabbed a handful of skin on both the fuckers hips and squeezed the shit out of them.

The cunt yelled and I yanked my hands free and pushed him off. But I was still really sore and he got up before I did and grabbed me by the hair, hauling me up to my feet. I grabbed his arm to make him let go again, but he dropped on one knee, bringing me down with him and slamming my throat into his fuckin’ kneecap.

I rolled away gagging. My windpipe was fuckin’ crushed, man and I couldn’t see a fuckin’ thing, the room was spinning so fast! I felt the cunt pick me up again and throw me on the bed.

“All your’s Scott,” I heard him say, and then I felt Scott climb on top of me, pressing his bod into mine again and holding me there with my arms forced back over the edge of the bed.

I lay there gasping, I was having so many problems just trying to breathe. My throat fuckin’ hurt man! I was so fuckin’ lucky my goddamn neck didn’t break.

I tried pushing my arms up, but I was too weak and Scott held me there real easily. With my arms pushed right back over my head and down, my back was arched, sticking my chest out against his bony bod like I was desperate for him.

He started kissing me again, and I turned my face away from him so he couldn’t stick his tongue in, so he buried his mouth in my neck and started sucking.

I moaned, squirming under him to get free, but it only made the fucker more hungry for me. He was getting more excited and started sucking on my neck harder, giving me a fuckin’ love bite.

The cunt had marked me. The fuckin’ bruise on my neck would there tomorrow and I’d have to make up some shit about rooting some chick I met in the park or something.

I was freaked, man. The room was still fuckin’ spinning and I still couldn’t breathe right, but worse than that, Scott was a fuckin’ dweeb. I was the tough guy, the one everyone wanted to fuckin’ be like. But his scrawny body was on top of me, rubbing against mine, and his pissant little arms were holding me there like he was fuckin’ Hercules. I was suddenly this cunt’s fuckin’ sex slave and I couldn’t break free.

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