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Walking the downtown streets of Chicago during the holidays is magical. The lights twinkle and sway in the brisk winter breeze. Christmas music wafts on the evening air. People and families are shopping. Laughter and smiles abound this time of year. Tugging my coat a little tighter to fend off the brisk cold, my stride quickens to find my destination.

The coffee shop I frequent is decked out for the holidays. Upon entering, the scent of cinnamon and coffee permeates the establishment. Even in a big city when you frequent an establishment on a regular basis people know you by name.

“What would you like today, Mary?”

“Surprise me, but whatever you give me make sure it has whipped cream on top.”

“You got it!”

I paid for my purchase then took a seat at a corner table. I sat and watched families and couples walk by the frosty window. I thought of how much I miss my Master.

His business takes him to other destinations a few times a year. Even though the holidays are wonderful, they also fall close to the end of the fiscal year. I stayed behind this trip because he wanted to make it short and to the point. He flew out 2 days ago with hopes of being home by Christmas Eve, but as always nothing is ever set in stone. As if reading my thoughts the radio station in the coffee shop started playing “I’ll be home for Christmas”. I miss him horribly but chastise myself for being so melancholy.

I left the coffee shop to brave the cold again. My feet took me aimlessly along Michigan Ave hoping that the spirit of the season would lift my spirits. Not that I was sad, but the holidays are special when you can share them with someone you love. I found a taxi and headed home. When I turned the key to our condo I decided that I would make the most of Christmas Eve, with or without him.

I turned on the television and settling down on the couch with a warm blanket for the night. CNN, the travel channel, the learning channel, you name it I saw it as I flipped through the channels. Then I checked the weather channel. An incoming snowstorm may close the Chicago airport. I held back tears knowing that this would probably keep my Master from making it home tonight. Before long I drifted off but it wasn’t a restful sleep.

During the night I woke to a sound. Glancing around I didn’t see anything but sensed a presence. After checking around and finding nothing I laughed to myself and imagined it was probably just Santa coming down the chimney. Just for amusement I walked to the tree to look at the presents again. I was shocked to find a new package there. I felt a distinct fear wondering where it came from and how it got there. I already checked the condo and found no one, but there was obviously someone there. The tag on the box had my name on it.

At this point I began to wonder if I was losing my mind. Maybe the Christmas movies I watched on television were playing with my mind. Maybe I was dreaming. I pinched my arm and let out a yelp. I was definitely not sleeping or dreaming. I thought about calling 911, but what on earth would I tell the police? I could imagine their laughter if I told them there was a present under my tree and I don’t know where it came from. I was afraid but not sure what to be afraid of. For safety sake I decided to get dressed and walk to the neighbors. When I reached in my closet a hand came out to grab my wrist. I screamed loudly, everything started to swirl right before I passed out.

I woke up bound and blindfolded.

A voice spoke to me, “It’s about time you woke up little girl.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m Santa Claus.”

“This isn’t a joke. Who are you?”

“Santa Claus.”

“Why are you here?”

“It’s Christmas Eve, I’m here to deliver presents.”

“Oh please, can we cut the crap.”

“I’m being honest.”

“If you were honest you would not have me hogtied and blindfolded.”

“Perhaps, but because I’m Santa Claus I know what you want for Christmas.”

“You don’t now anything.”

“Hummm, another naysayer… an unbeliever, tsk tsk. What ever happened to the mystique of Christmas?”

“Let me go.”

“I can’t do that.”

“You’re Santa Claus, you can do anything you want.”

He laughed openly, “Your plight has definitely sweetened your tongue, but it won’t work.”

“What exactly do you want from me?”

“I already told you why I’m here, to deliver presents and Christmas wishes.”

“Just wait until my Master gets here, he will take care of you.”

“I happen to know that he isn’t coming home tonight.”

“Yes he is.”

“No, he isn’t. The snow storm has changed his plans.”

“How did you know that??”

“I already told you, I’m Santa Clause I know everything.”

Shaking my head, I acknowledge that this man knows things that no one else could possibly know. There is only one explanation.

“Master, why are you doing this to me?”

“Excuse me?”

“You have to be my Master, no one else knows the travel itinerary.”

“That bahis firmaları is where you are wrong little girl.”

“Then WHO are YOU?”

“I already told you I’m Santa Claus.”

“Why are you fucking with my mind like this?”

“I’m not doing anything of the sort, I am just here to make sure you have a Mary Christmas. Get it? M-A-R-Y,” he laughed loudly at his own joke.

“Being tied up and blindfolded by a stranger isn’t my idea of a very nice Christmas.”

“Oh but it is little girl. I know what your wishes are. I work all year making my lists.”

“I haven’t set on Santa’s lap and made Christmas wishes since I was very small.”

“You don’t have to sit on my lap… although, mmm what a delicious thought that is.”

“You’re a sick bastard.”

“Judging from your Christmas list you’re a little slut too,” he chuckled.

“So what am I suppose to do, lay here tied up all night while you get your jollies?”

“Nah I fully intend on using you before I go to deliver more wishes and presents tonight.”

“Use me, how?”

“Oh Mary, you know exactly what I mean. Do I have to spell it out for you?”

“My Master will never allow it.”

“Your Master is snowed out of Chicago.”

“Just leave now and I won’t tell him you did this tonight.”

He laughed heartily, “You just don’t get it do you. You wish for things all year and now that I come to deliver you can’t just send me away.”

“I haven’t wished for anything.”

He clapped his hands together. I heard feet rustling close by, then heard two feminine voices.

“Hello Tidings and Joy, thank you for coming.”

“Yes Santa, what do you need?”

“Mary has wished for a woman to eat her pussy but was too bashful to actually do it.”

“Oh yes, Santa we can do that.”

“Who are they?”

“My elves, of course.”

“Oh sweet Jesus, this has to be a fucking nightmare.”

I felt feminine fingers toying with my pussy, spreading my labia. She commented to the others about how nice and plump my lips were. They spoke like I wasn’t even there. They guided me to a bench and laid me over it. The bench was padded with leather under my belly. Spreading my legs, they tied my ankles to the legs of the bench. I felt the heated breath of a mouth at my pussy. She dove in and began sucking and lapping.

The other one came to the front of me. She touched my breasts that were hanging through a hole in the bench. I raised my bound wrists to touch her. My fingers found a felt hat. She did not pull away, but let me explore. I felt soft hair and almost screamed when I felt her ear. It was pointed on top, just like the elves you see in the Christmas books. I pulled my hand back abruptly while she giggled.

“Here is one of her presents Tidings, please put them on her.”

“Yes Santa.”

She fastened nipple clamps on my nipples, tightening and testing them to make sure they were on properly. Then she told me that she was going to add a weight to the chain. I felt the slow tug then my nipples finally rested, hanging and pulled down by the weight. It wasn’t painful but it felt uncomfortable. Joy was lapping hungrily at my pussy. I tried very hard to not play into their sick joke, but it felt wonderful. My body said yes but my mind said no.

“Tidings, did we bring that new model of vibrator tonight for a test run?”

“Yes Santa, I laid it under the tree when we arrived.”

“O wonderful! Mary will be a good one to test it on. She had another model on her wish list but you ingenious little elves have outdone yourself this year with the newer model.

“Thank you Santa,” she purred.

“Damn it, I forgot batteries again! I hate when I do that.”

“I brought some Santa.”

“Wonderful! Now let me see, 2 D batteries. Ho ho holy crap, this thing is going to make a lot of horny women happy this year!”

I could hear it humming loudly beside me.

“Joy, you are a greedy little elf. Please let Tidings have a taste. She can try the new vibrator on her as well.”

“Mmmm, yes Santa.”

Tidings came behind me and ran the tip of the vibrator over my clit. It had a slower deeper vibration than most. It just about sent me through the roof, making my entire body shake. She pulled the tip back and pressed it to my pussy. The head of it slid in slowly taking the vibrations deep inside me. I was soaked so it slid in nicely but it was very filling. After she had it in a few inches I realized it had a clit tickler on it as well. When that hit my clit I couldn’t take anymore. My legs trembled and I knew I was going to cum. She started to pull it out.

“NO, no pleaseeee, leave it in me!”

“Ho ho horny little slut Mary, I knew you would like this new vibrator the elves designed.”

Tidings pushed the vibrator back inside me and started stroking me harder and faster. Trembling I gave into the sensations squirting juices down my leg when I climaxed.

“Oh shit, that is one hell of a vibrator!”

Tidings kaçak iddaa slid it out and lowered her mouth to lick my juices. She pushed her fingers inside me, wetting them then slathered the wetness over my ass. Her thumb pressed against my ass. I couldn’t resist the urge to pull away from her but the weights on my nipple clamps kept me from pulling too far.

“I think we need to give those perky little nipples a break Mary.”

He removed the weight from the nipple clamp chain. It was a relief indeed, but left a stinging sensation as well. When he removed the clamps the sudden rush of blood took my breath away. At that moment, Tidings thrust her wet thumb up my ass and buried the vibrator up my pussy again. I screamed out in sweet pain and torment.

“Tidings, you are a deviant little bitch elf,” he chuckled sadistically.

“Oh Santa, I just enjoy giving and Christmas is all about giving,” she spoke sweetly.

“Ho ho hope you don’t wear her out because Santa has to eat her pussy yet, since I don’t see any cookies and milk waiting on me.”

Joy and Tidings both gasped at the same time, “NO Cookies?!?!”

“No my little elves, no cookies,” he offered in a dejected tone of voice.

“Oh no, we know what happens to little girls that don’t leave cookies for Santa,” Joy sighed.

“Yes Joy, you’re right. I do need to punish her.”

“It only seems fair Santa, you punish all the other bad girls.”

I decided it was time I stood my ground, since the 3 of them decided to have a conversation like I was just another piece of furniture in the room.

“I think you have had enough jollies tonight. Why don’t you untie me now?”

SMACK!

“Ouch!”

SMACK! SMACK!

“Damn that hurt!”

“It’s suppose to, that is the idea. But don’t worry I will kiss it and make it all better.”

“No you can’t, my Master would never allow it.”

“You assume a lot about your Master. I think you would be interested to know what was on his wish list this year before you jump to conclusions.”

“What craziness are you talking about now?”

“Ho ho horny Master of yours wished for you to be with a woman but every time he brings the subject up you don’t seem too interested.”

“That’s crazy.”

“Is it Mary? Remember the time you were in the bar on Ohio Street and he saw a woman he thought you would like?”

“How the hell do you know about that?”

“Oh please Mary, must I repeat myself again? I’m Santa Claus I….

“Shut up, I know who you are and what you know.”

Joy and Tidings both let out a gasp and murmured to themselves quietly.

“That wasn’t very nice Mary.”

SMACK!

“You better behave or Santa won’t come visit you again.”

“Oh pity,” I laughed out loud.

With that he shoved his chubby cold fingers up my pussy and started banging away. Eventually he stopped and lowered his mouth to eat my pussy. I honestly didn’t expect this so-called Santa to have a beard but I felt his soft whiskers against my pussy and the length of it touched my inner thighs.

I had never been eaten out like this before. He took me to climax repeatedly, over and over again until I was near begging him to stop. I was exhausted and whimpering. He stood up behind me and gave me a break for a brief moment.

“Oh Santa, your tongue is magical.”

“Now you know why my elves stay with me and work so hard all year.”

“Yes, I can understand now.”

“You have only had a small taste of my Christmas spirit, Mary. Are you ready for the North Pole Ride?”

“What’s the North Pole Ride?”

Joy and Tidings both giggled to themselves.

“Tell me, please.”

“I will just show you Mary.”

He untied my ankles and removed me from the bench. I’m not sure why but I followed his lead. He sat down in a chair and pulled me back toward him. His cock hit my pussy. He held my hips and slammed my body down on his thick cock, holding me there for a moment. The wind left my lungs in a loud cry.

“Shhhh, it’s ok Mary. There is no need to be afraid of Santa. I’m your friend.”

“You’re really sick.”

“No Mary I’m not sick, but after 364 days of fucking the same elves over and over, I like to enjoy a little strange on Christmas Eve.”

“Whatever.”

“Are you ready for the North Pole Ride?

“Yeah, sure, give it your best shot Santa.”

He began to gyrate his hips round and round, up and down, forward and backward. I literally had to hang on because he was banging me so hard and deep. He kept going, faster and harder. I began to wonder where he got all his energy. He was inhumanly strong, never slowing, never cumming. His hands remained on my hips holding me firmly on his lap. Each time my body reached climax he never missed a beat he just kept going. My body climaxed repeatedly, never really stopping… again and again and again.

“Oh fuck Santa, I don’t know how much more I can take!”

He didn’t say a word, he just kept going. Round and round, up and kaçak bahis down, slamming into my pussy. I was starting to get sore but it felt good too. His thick cock filled my engorged pussy. Each time I climaxed and clamped onto it he pulled it out and slammed it into me again. He pushed me forward and fucked me from behind while my body hung over the arm of the couch. He began to slow a little. I thought I would have a small reprieve until he pulled his cock out and rubbed it against my ass.

“I may have wished for a new vibrator and nipple clamps but I did NOT wish for anal sex.”

“I know you didn’t.”

“Then what makes you think you can fuck my ass?”

“Because this is one of your Masters wishes Mary.”

“He knows I don’t want to try anal sex.”

“You’re right, but he wished for anal sex for Christmas.”

“But he isn’t the one poised at my ass right now.”

“I know, but after I sprinkle some magical Christmas dust on your puckered ass you will be forever insatiable for anal sex.”

“You are joking, right?”

“No Mary, it’s no joke. Please get me the magical Christmas dust Joy.”

“He really wants anal sex that badly?”

“Yes, it was at the top of his list.”

“I didn’t realize it was that important to him.”

“Are you ready Mary?”

“Yes Santa, I’m ready.”

I felt him sprinkle something on my skin that made me tingle all over. He concentrated on my raised ass making sure to cover it good. He rubbed the dust over my ass, massaging it into my skin. I felt something small at my ass pressing against it.

“What is that?”

“It’s a nice little butt plug to get you limbered up.”

“Ok Santa. Is this how you usually do this?”

“Ummm… well… actually the magical Christmas dust is a rather new creation.”

“So you don’t know for sure if it will work or not?”

“I tried it on the reindeer and it seemed to work on them.”

“You mean I am the first person you have tried this on!?”

“Yes Mary but please, perhaps you could view this in a more positive light.”

“Positive my ASS! Oh my God!”

“What’s happening Mary!?!?”

“My assssssss, oh my God, my assssssssss!!!”

“WHAT Mary? Tell me!”

“Fuckkkkkkk my assssssss nowwwwwwwww!”

“Damn girls, I think this magical Christmas dust is your best invention yet! Apparently a person needs to utter their personal magic word for it to take effect.”

He slid the plug out of my ass and put his cock there. He tried to go slow but I pushed my body back onto his waiting cock, taking it straight up my tight ass. He grabbed my hips and started pumping my ass. He gyrated his hips round and round then stuffed his cock deep inside again before withdrawing and diving in again.

I growled and pleaded, “Fuck my ass harder Santa, pleaseeeee.”

He complied and fucked me harder. Tidings came and shoved her elfin pussy in my face. I heard Santa telling Joy to lick his ass. We were all heaving and screaming in ecstasy from what was taking place but Santa sure had stamina I would give him credit for that. I was beyond ecstasy I felt like I was floating. My ass hurt but it also felt wonderful, stuffed with cock. I never knew it could feel so good.

“Oh my God Santaaaaa, I’m cummingggggg!”

“Ho ho ho………Meeeeeeeeery Christmasssssssssss…….Ho ho ho……Meeeeeeeeeery Christmasssssssssss……….Ho ho ho……….Meeeeeeeeeeery Christmasssssssssss.”

“Why do you keep saying that?”

“What?”

“Why do you keep saying Merry Christmas?”

“I just walked in the door.”

I opened my eyes to see my Master standing just inside the door. I clutched the blanket to my chest and looked at my unbound wrists, then looked around the room rapidly.

“What are you looking for Mary?”

“Santa Claus and his elves.”

“Hahaha my sweet little Mary, you must have been dreaming.”

“No, I’m serious. They were here!”

“Ok Mary, I believe you,” he chuckled. “Come over here and kiss me I have missed you horribly. I was able to catch the last flight out last night before they closed the airport but it took me a while to get home in the deep snow.”

I rose from the couch and walked to him. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me into his arms to kiss me. His coat was cold from being outdoors. I took it from him to hang up. Walking to the closet to deposit it, I noticed a powdery dust on the sleeves where he had wrapped his arms around me. Raising my eyebrow I thought, nah… this was just a dream, that’s all. Returning to Master, I asked him how his trip was.

“It was a bit scary. I’m glad to have my ass on solid ground again.”

Oh shit, he said the magic word! My ass puckered and my body tingled.

“I think we need to get you to bed Master.”

“But I just got home Mary. It’s Christmas morning and I figured you would like your gifts.”

“I know, but your Christmas present is in the bedroom.”

“Oh ok, then let’s go. I can’t wait to see what you got me.”

“It’s one of those gifts that just keeps giving Master.”

“Wonderful! Those are the best kind.”

He watched her walking and pulling him toward the bedroom, “Damn, you have a cute ass!”

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Day 1

“Oh, thank god you’re home David, I was so worried about you!” Elizabeth sighed as she threw her arms around her 20-year-old son as he stood in the doorway to her one floor home deep in the suburbs of Cambridge Minnesota.

David let his mother hug him tightly understanding her concern was from a place of love. He had been attending college at the University of Minnesota in Minneapolis when the COVID-19 pandemic struck. Like most of his friends and his dorm mate, everyone thought it would blow over and they wouldn’t have to worry about anything, until more and more people started getting sick. Eventually social distancing was put in place, people were asked to wear masks, and people started Quarantining in place. The school semester was quickly converted to online only, and the administrators asked everyone in the dorms to leave if they had easy access to alternative living arrangements with family.

“Do you have anything you need help with bringing in from your car?”

“Thanks mom, but I can bring it in. It’s just some computer stuff and my clothes to be honest, I didn’t really have much else to bring.”

Already ignoring him, Elizabeth was out at his ancient Hyundai Accent dragging in his overstuffed suitcase of clothing into her house.

“I’ll let you handle your computer stuff; I wouldn’t want to damage anything my little scientist is working on. I can get these in the laundry so you have fresh clothes for your stay. Do you have any idea how long you’ll need to stay here?”

“At least till the completion of this semester and likely through the summer. I want to find a summer job, but that might be…difficult. After that, I don’t know.”

“Well you’re welcome to stay here as long as you want honey.” Elizabeth declared as she was already shoveling his clothes into the washing machine inside the garage.

David could only smirk as he moved boxes from his car to his old room, feeling a little depressed about the situation but not put out by his arranges. Sure, leaving school like this and all his friends sucked, but he didn’t mind being back home with his mother. Truth be told, he’d been worried about her since he and his sister moved out of the house, leaving their mom all by herself. Their dad left the family when they were still just kids, and their mom had raised both of them on her own. There had been tough times, but also a lot of good times. Elizabeth was a fun, fair, and loving woman, and honestly David didn’t really think he had much he could complain about from his childhood.

Dragging his boxes to his room adjacent to his mother’s, he was happy to see that she hadn’t really changed much of anything. His bed was still against the wall, just under the vent, and his desk was on the opposite side in front of the window for some natural light. It was a little bare as he had packed up a lot of his stuff for college, but it was easy enough to get his computers and books unloaded, giving his room a more lived in feel. Opening his laptop suddenly filled his room with soft moans as a video resumed playing of a well-endowed young man anally impaling an older looking woman with a thick jiggle butt. David scrambled to find the volume button just as he heard a rapping at his open door. Panic surged through him as he snapped his laptop shut, his face turning a bright red.

“Well some things never change.” His mother teased from his open door.

“Yeah, sorry about that mom.”

“Nothing to apologize for, you’re a healthy young man. I’d hopes you would have met a nice girl who would have made your need for such things obsolete.”

“Even if I had found a girl, which would have been difficult considering my work load, I’m not sure guys ever stop watching that…stuff.”

“Fair enough, just keep it down so I don’t have to hear it, and any hand towels you may or may not use as a result, just throw them in the wash after it’s already going. Sound fair?”

“Sounds fair, thanks mom.”

Elizabeth grinned and gave David a brief smile as she walked out of his room, closing the door behind her to give him some more privacy. David was glad his mother wasn’t as stuck up as some other mom’s were about stuff like pornography. She had given him his first box of condoms when he turned 15, saying she’d rather he have it too earlier than too late. Now that he thought about it, David was surprised that his mother had basically said she had hoped her son got laid in college. He wasn’t sure how much she had seen of his porno for the brief moment it had been on the screen, but the older woman in the video bore a striking resemblance to his mother. It was from his rather extensive collection of Ava Addams videos, and David was self-aware enough to admit that his preference for Ava had a lot to do with his mom. His mother had shorter hair, more shoulder length than Ava’s long hair, but equally as dark. His mother was a bit thicker than Ava around the tummy and hips, but overall very similar in shape and chest size.

David had always been a bit ashamed of how much he lusted after his mother, but bahis firmaları figured from everything he read online that it was fairly normal, especially for a kid with no solid father figure to speak of. Shrugging off the incident with his mother, he returned to unpacking his school supplies, organizing his bedroom with the work he had been doing at the dorms. David was working on a Bachelors in Cognitive Science with a minor in Computer Science and Communications. All his work was around the brain, and how the brain function, specifically around auditory input. He’d done the normal stuff like mapping how a simple cochlear implant could allow a deaf person to hear again, but the professor he was working with had stumbled on something amazing.

Before he had left campus, Dr. Stephenson had presented to David the beginnings of some groundbreaking work around ultrasonic frequencies to alter brain waves to help alleviate brain disease like Alzheimer or Dementia. Something Dr. Stephenson really stuck out to David though, a comment he made as David was packing up his laptop.

“If I’m right kid, you could stop schizophrenics from seeing things that aren’t there, or even make normal people see them instead.”

The impact of his professor’s statement was ringing in David’s brain as he was reading through a 300-page PDF sampling the professor’s work and his hypothesis thus far.

If I’m reading this thing correctly, it’s going to take some complicated algorithms for these cures Dr. Stephenson is talking about. I wonder if here’s something simpler it can be applied to.

Unpacking some simple sonic emitters, David lost track of time and almost didn’t hear his mother knocking at his door.

“Don’t tell me you’re doing what I think you’re doing in there already?”

“No, I’m not mom.” David chuckled as he pulled himself away from his work and opened his bedroom door.

“Good, we’re only one day into quarantine, and I can’t have you turning into a complete delinquent already.”

“Yeah yeah, I was just working on some stuff for school. I’m still responsible for completing my assignments.”

“I know David, but you’ve been at it for hours already and you just got here. We haven’t even really had a chance to talk yet. I just finished dinner, wanna take a break for some food?”

“Of course, mom.”

A few minutes later mother and son were sitting around the dinner table near the kitchen as Elizabeth scooped heaping servings of spaghetti Bolognese onto both plates.

“This will give us leftovers for at least lunch and dinner again tomorrow.”

“It smells great mom. If we eat like this every day, we’ll burn through what supplies you might have.”

“Oh, you’d be surprised David. I was reading up on this virus for a while. I recently had a large freezer installed in the garage, as you saw. It’s basically full of meat and ice cream to last for a month or more, and my pantry is overflowing with canned goods. The way I see it, we’ll be good for a while, with the odd few grocery runs here and there, and I hear they’re working on some new pickup methods where you don’t even have to get out of your car.”

“Are you worried about work?”

“Well with the money I got from your father in the settlement along with alimony and all those years of child support, I’m not really worried. The house is paid off and I have plenty in savings. Work has moved us to work from home for now, but there are rumors that we could be furloughed. If that happens, I can last more than a decade on my current savings, so we’ll be fine.”

“That’s good hear.” David replied as he stuffed his face with his favorite meal.

“So about those girls you should be dating…”

David almost choked on his meal as his mother brought back up the subject they were discussing when she caught him with porn on his laptop.

“I swear, I would if I had the time mom.”

“Well before you had the opportunity but not the time. Now you have the time but not the opportunity.” His mom teased.

“I’ll count myself lucky if we both get out of this without getting terminally ill.”

Elizabeth chewed on her spaghetti thoughtfully, sipping from a glass of red wine.

“Well if there’s a special girl at school you’d like to invite to stay here as some kind of a boink buddy…”

“Mom.”

“Or if you need to have some cybersex with a friend from school, I can busy myself in the garden…”

“Mom!”

“I’m just saying, we could be here a while and you’re young and in your prime.”

David looked at his mother indignantly despite her just giving him a shit eating grin. She was obviously enjoying how uncomfortable she was making him.

“Oh yeah, and how about you?” David asked, trying to turn the tables.

“What about me?”

“Been on any dates recently? Seen any guys?” David asked, giving his mother a grin in return.

“Let’s just say after your father and spending every waking moment raising you two kids, I’ve learned to be comfortable flying solo.”

“So, you have both the time and the kaçak iddaa opportunity, but just not the interest?”

“Touché. I’d say the interest is still there, but I was burned pretty hard and…I dunno, I just don’t want to risk be burned again.”

“Sorry mom, didn’t mean for this to turn depressing.”

“Oh, it’s okay son, not your fault. It was just a bit of playful banter. Let’s just say my engine is revving just fine, but I’m worried to give anyone the key, for fear they might crash the car.”

“That makes perfect sense mom.”

The two continued a friendly banter, discussing some shows they could watch together from Netflix on a regular basis, and some of Beth’s gardening plans that David agreed to help with on the weekends. Finishing the meal, they both cleared the table and David took a few minutes to do the dishes, loading the dish washer and making sure the sink was empty.

“Nice to have a man around the house again, forgot what it was like to not have to do the dishes.”

“You know the rule, you cook, I clean.”

“Works for me. Don’t stay up too late son, I know it’s the weekend but try not to get your schedule all screwed up on your first night home.”

“I promise mom, I won’t be up too late.”

Blowing him a kiss, his mother went to her room and closed the door, and David could hear her TV turn on, the sound low as the news ran through the latest COVID updates from around the nation.

Retreating to his room David resumed his research on Dr. Stephenson’s work, feeling like he was bordering on something significant. Making sure his door was closed and locked, he popped an Ava Addams video on his laptop and kept reading, giving his cock an idle squeeze from time to time. His reading strayed to some online research related to Dr. Stephenson’s theories, and eventually his studies strayed into the idea of subliminal messaging. Most of the research was around messaging through advertisement, and how things were meant to look or sound in such a way to elicit a specific response from viewers or readers.

I wonder…if that can work at the ultrasonic level. David thought idly. Humans couldn’t technically hear at the ultrasonic level, as it was projected at decibels above the human ability to hear, but that didn’t mean that the sound went unprocessed at some level by the human brain. Looking at his emitter then back to his phone, David hatched an idea, one that he immediately knew was stupid, but figured would be fun to try either way.

Pulling up his phone David turned on the voice recorder feature and he spoke a few simple phrases into the phone.

“Your son is attractive, and you like how he looks at you. There’s nothing wrong with flirting with your son and giving him a little show, it makes you excited.”

It was stupid and simple, but from what he read the subliminal messaging was all about small changes as opposed to big changes, and this felt like a small enough change based on his already fairly open and honest relationship he had with his mother.

Hooking up his phone to the Bluetooth on his ultrasonic emitter, David stepped up on his bed and opened the vent to the AC duct he shared with his mother. Running a power line up with the emitter, he pushed it into the vent and pointed it to his mother’s room, turning it up and focusing it to her side of duct.

It’s plugged in so it can run all night. I’ll plug my phone in and play this on repeat. Worst that could happen is she asks me what I was goofing around with.

Feeling like he had accomplished something, even if that something was pretty dumb, David refocused his attention on the Ava Addams video and rubbed one out before switching to some gaming on his favorite 7 Days to Die sever, playing late into the night despite his mother’s warnings.

Day 2

Sunlight poured through David’s windows despite the shades drawn, his clock reading well past 10AM as his mother pounded on his door loudly.

Snapping awake and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, David unlocked his door and opened it find his mother giving him a dumb smirk.

“Couldn’t even make it one day, could you?”

“It’s the weekend, what was I supposed to do?”

“Well you’re an adult now, so I can’t tell you when to go to bed, I just hope you didn’t rub yourself raw at the first opportunity now that you’re home.” Elizabeth teased as she gently bit her lower lip.

The comment woke David up more than the best coffee he had ever had, and he suddenly realized that his mother was wearing far more revealing clothing. Rather than her normal blouse and capris pants, Beth was wearing tight yoga pants that showed off her curves more with a spaghetti strap tank top. Her nipples pressed desperately against the fabric of her top and David suddenly felt very aware of his crotch.

“Ha, you’re funny. No, I spent all night play video games.” David clarified as he followed his mother into the kitchen to grab a morning cup of coffee.

“That’s not what I saw on your laptop yesterday.” Elizabeth continued to tease as David poured kaçak bahis some creamer into his coffee.

“Yeah, well you probably didn’t see much.”

“I saw an older woman getting anally fucked and looking like she was really enjoying it.” Elizabeth stated as she sipped her coffee, not looking David in the eye.

“Uh yeah, again, sorry about that.”

“Oh, it’s okay son, I’m sure you’ve watched a lot of that. That woman though, she looked…familiar.”

This time David sipped his coffee while avoiding eye contact, hoping the conversation turned to something else.

“So, what are your plans today mom? Gardening, or something else?”

“Something…else.” Elizabeth responded oddly as her eyes darted around David.

Okay, mom is usually pretty honest with me, but this is something else. I wonder if my ultrasonic work from last night worked…

Not sure how best to test his experiment, David decided to stretch the limits of his conversation with his mom.

“What about you mom? Did you rub one out last night?” David asked, seeing how far the limitations of this conversation could go.

“I usually do every night; it helps me go to sleep. I made sure to load up on batteries and backup vibrators to prep for the pandemic.” Elizabeth revealed nonchalantly.

“Wouldn’t you rather have a real cock?”

“Of course, but after your dad, I dunno, I just don’t trust men that easily.”

“Well maybe after this is over, you can meet someone.”

“Maybe we both can son.”

Splitting from his awkward breakfast David went back to his room and started pouring through all the research all over again, reading over and over again all the details he had and compared it with his notes on the emitter and the subliminal research he had read. He wasn’t sure if what he did actually had any effective on his mother, but David had a hard time explaining his mother’s more relaxed tone.

Yeah, but she’s always been pretty honest and upfront about things like sex. Maybe she’s just treating me differently now that I’ve been out of the house for a while. I need to up the ante to see if this is real.

Grabbing his phone again, David thought for a few moments about how best to phrase his next message.

“Your son is very attractive, and you’re very turned on by him. It’s okay to be in your underwear around him and to even masturbate in front of him. You want to see him masturbate and watch him cum for you.”

Saving the audio recording on his phone, David left his room, shocked that half the day had burned away from his research. He had basically skipped lunch and it was already into the evening as the sun was setting. Stepping out of his room his mom was there, just about to knock on his door again.

“Watcha been doing in there all-day stud?”

“Nothing, just studying.”

“Honestly son, it’s the weekend and we’re like one day into Quarantine. You can take a break.”

“I know, you’re right, I just want to get caught up so I can easily pass my exams and then take more advantage of the time off.”

“And you’ll probably be up all night again playing video games?”

“Guilty as charged.” David admitted with a grin.

The two went to the kitchen and ate dinner, causally talking. The conversation was much more intimate as Elizabeth playfully teased David, her language and tone laced with a flirty edge.

“Wanna watch a show with me tonight?” Elizabeth asked as she started clearing the dinner table.

“Sure, whatcha wanna watch?”

“Let’s start up the office from Season 1. I figure now is the opportunity to freely binge watch a bunch of stuff and not feel guilty about it.”

“Sounds good, I’ll meet you in the living room once I have these dishes done.”

It only took 10 minutes for David to clear the kitchen and soon he was on the couch watching as the first episode of the Office started up. He didn’t mind the series, though the first season was always a bit tough for him because of how awkward the Michael Scott character was in the beginning, though he didn’t really get much better through the series run.

It was during the intro to the second episode that his mother stretched out on the couch, her feet landing in David’s lap casually.

“Can I help you?” David asked teasingly.

“Was just hoping to get a foot massage if you’re not too busy.”

Rolling his eyes but still smirking, David took the task of massaging his mother’s feet. Applying pressure at the bottom of her heels, he could hear her softly moan and groan at his firm rubbing and soon he was enjoying how much she was reacting to his gentle massage. He hands worked up a little higher, rubbing her calves and shins, eliciting more subtle reactions from his mother. David had just about worked up the courage to rub above her knee when suddenly Elizabeth pulled her feet off his lap.

“That’s…that’s enough for tonight, thank you David.” She said while looking a bit flushed.

Alright, that was something. She’s definitely behaving differently.

Shutting down the TV David wished Elizabeth a good night and they both retreated to their bedrooms. David heard her TV switch on again but thought he briefly heard moaning sounds come from the television before the volume was turned down.

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Rashaan Holloway picked himself off the cold concrete. His sides ached. His head was throbbing in pain. Finding the strength to stand to his feet, he looked down at himself. His blue uniform shirt was torn at the collar. His black uniform pants were torn and dirty from the many things on the ground beneath him.

The eighteen year old high school senior had just been jumped. He’d just got his ass beat three motherfuckers that couldn’t step to him one-on-one. But this what you dealt living in the Hood. Rashaan lived in a small two bedroom apartment with his mother Tia and his older sister, Ayesha. Placing a hand to his lips, he found that he was bleeding.

‘This shit happen as soon as I get off the train, wouldn’t it.’ Rashaan thought in frustration as he began walking home.

Walking the streets of North Philadelphia, no one batted an eye at the sight of the battered young man walking by. All Rashaan got was stares, snickers, and folks commenting on his present condition. Rashaan tried not to let it bother him, but he was sick of this lifestyle. He lived in the Hood all his life and he was sick of it. He was sick of the homeless drunk on the corner. He was sick of the drug dealers and hustler trying to make some money by the train station. He was just tired.

That’s why he studied hard. He was one of the smartest in his class. With how much his family instilled the foundation of books over the street, Rashaan was well on his way to being class Valedictorian when graduation time came around. His brain was going to be his ticket out of the Hood…away from all of this. His dream was a better life for his mother and sister.

Rashaan made it to his apartment building, stopping to take a breath. His sides ached every time he took a breath from the kicks to the ribs he suffered from the beat down. Walking into the building, he made a beeline for Apartment 235B. Placing his key in the lock, he opened the door. The apartment was silent as if no one was home. Rashaan liked this way as he deal with the emotional side of the beat down alone. He couldn’t help, but notice the leftover box of Domino’s pizza and a bottle of Grey Goose on the coffee table.

Rashaan went straight into the bathroom and closed the door. He looked at herself in the mirror. Tears rolled down his face as his examined his bloody nose and his upper lip that had a split right through the middle and was already starting to swell. Rashaan ran a rag under the water to clean his face.

He was about 5’11”, slim, but muscular at the same time. His copper skin, chiseled jaw bones, and comely lips were the highlights of his beautiful face. His dark brown eyes were enticing; they could capture the attention of girl he wanted wherever he went. Rashaan whipped his head around and frowned as he heard a knock on the door.

“The door’s open, shit!” he yelled as when his met in the middle, closing his mouth; it actually hurt.

The bathroom opened and through the mirror, Rashaan found that it was Ayesha standing on the other side. Having just come home from her boyfriend’s house (and the long sex session they had), she felt as good as she looking. She was a twenty-one year old nurse at Temple Hospital and it was her day off. Her white ripped booty shorts hugged her hips and thighs in all the right places. Her small white tee barely covered her tiny waist and threatened to give out at any moment, exposing her full breasts. She bahis firmaları had a few bracelets and her thick hair was atop her head, showing off her doll-like face.

Ayesha had an angel face with beautiful brown eyes and full lips with a mocha skin tone and long, black hair in a curly afro. Her body was well-stacked with that massive donkey booty she sat on accompanied by her DDs. What she was wearing didn’t do her body justice.

Eyeing her brother, Ayesha already knew what had occurred. The boys in the neighborhood were always fucking with Rashaan and he didn’t deserve one bit of it. He was smart, sweet, funny, and caring. He was raised to be that way. Rashaan was always getting into fights because most thought he was a bitch, but Ayesha knew better.

He’d been suspended from school multiple times for ending fights before they started. He’d broken a classmate’s jaw in freshman year. He’d broken another student’s arm in junior year. At the beginning of senior year, he’d broken someone’s nose.

“You want me to call, Momma?” Ayesha quizzed.

“For what?” Rashaan snapped. “She’s at work, so the bitch isn’t gonna pick up the phone…like always.”

Ayesha frowned, hearing Rashaan talk about their mother that way. However, she couldn’t deny his words either. In truth, to make ends meet when Rashaan turned about eight and Ayesha was ten, their mother truly wasn’t present in their home lives. Ayesha became a latchkey kid left to take care of Rashaan until she got home.

It was Ayesha, who made dinner. She was the one who helped Rashaan with his homework. Ayesha was the one who pushed him to be the absolute best version of himself possible. Ayesha took care of her brother in ways most people could never understand. …And she was about to take care of him again.

Ayesha hugged her little brother from behind. She kissed the back of his neck. “It’ll be alright, Rashaan.” Her hands found their way underneath his shirt to caress his abs and mid-section. “Momma’s working the night shift so she’ll be back in the morning.”

“What’s the plan?” Rashaan wondered.

“Movies and drinks! Hurry up and change.” Ayesha ordered him.

“I just got home, Ayesha. I need to shower first.”

Ayesha frowned, but nodded, “Go shower and, but hurry up.”

“Yes ma’am,”

Rashaan took a ten minute shower and changing, he was happy to be away from her for a minute. The sight of her had his dick bricking up. Yes, they were brother and sister, but if their mother knew what happened when she wasn’t home…she’d lose her mind. In his senior year, Ayesha had introduced Rashaan to alcohol, weed…and sex.

Ayesha and Rashaan had been fucking since the start of senior when he turned eighteen. The sibling love became physical after Ayesha simply got tired of Rashaan stealing lustful glances and watching his dick hard around her. There were too many thots at his school that could hurt him or give him a disease that he couldn’t get rid of. Frankly, she took matters into her own hands, taking his virginity.

When Rashaan came back into the living room, he was dressed in a black wife-beater and boxers. On the TV, his favorite movie Man of Steel began to play. Rashaan smiled because he knew Ayesha had put the movie just for him. Throughout the entire movie, Rashaan had his head in his big sister’s lush chest as they cuddled. Tears fell from his eyes like in the bathroom. Ayesha was the kaçak iddaa only woman he could cry in front of. Ayesha’s lips kissed his forehead and neck, soothing his spirit and that wasn’t all she had in store. Two hours and thirty-eight minutes later Man of Steel was over and the pizza was gone and the bottle of Grey Goose stood empty on the coffee table. It was all good though as their stomachs were full and they weren’t piss drunk, but the lightweights they were, they were drunk nonetheless.

“Hey, are you all right over there?” Ayesha asked with a slight slur, tapping Rashaan on the arm.

“Ahh,” Rashaan breathed, feeling the alcohol’s effect on him. “I’m—I think I’m okay.”

“You’re not going to throw up are you?”

Rashaan flagged her off, “I’m good, girl, but how are you doing?”

“I’m drunk like you, stupid.”

“Yeah, looks whose a lightweight too, Miss Ayesha.”

Ayesha nudged him playfully. “Shut up.”

Rashaan nudged her back and the two began to play wrestle on the couch until they hit the floor. Ayesha was on top of her brother feeling his dick growing on her thigh. Time seemed to slow down as Ayesha slid down his body towards him, peeling his boxers down.

She was doing this because she cared for her little brother like one else. This wasn’t seduction. This was pure love. She wanted him to good after what he went through earlier. Her mouth salivated at the sight of his nine inches. In slow motion, she took him in her mouth, time returning to normal speed as Ayesha’s ear heard the sharp hiss that escaped Rashaan’s lips, raising his hips some.

“Oh yeah, baby.” Rashaan moaned, feeling her soft lips around his shaft.

He ran his fingers through her hair. “Mmmm, shit that mouth feels good.”

Ayesha’s mouth was wet and felt incredible. Rashaan watched his love stick go in and out of her mouth slowly. Ayesha damn sure knew how to suck a dick. She stroked the shaft and taking him to the back of her throat on every stroke deeper and deeper.

Ayesha coated Rashaan’s cock with her saliva, twisting and turning his shaft at the same time. His head was spinning from the pleasure his sister was giving him. Then they turned up the sexiness. Ayesha found herself on her knees, looking up at Rashaan as he stood over her and begin to deliciously fuck her pretty face. Ayesha pussy getting wetter and wetter, her hand the inside of her shorts and she fondled her clit.

“Mmmmm! Damn, you’re taking it good, ma. You just want it in your mouth or you want somewhere else?”

Ayesha took the dick from her mouth to speak. “Any hole is good; I got three that’ll please you.”

“Ahh, you’re such a freak!”

Rashaan leaned her up and they had the sloppiest, most uncoordinated kiss of their lives. They found their way fully to the carpet floor, where Rashaan ripped Ayesha’s shorts from her to reveal that she wore no panties underneath. She’d tasted him, so it was only right that he return the favor.

Eyeing the pussy, Ayesha had a nicely trimmed racing stripe down below, so he continued until he got there and he started to eat her slowly. The one thing Rashaan was real good at was eating pussy. He absolutely loved doing it and he was enjoying her large clitoris too as he sucked on it, sliding two fingers in and out of her.

“Yes! Yes, right there!” Ayesha warbled joyously. “Oh my God, yes!”

Ayesha’s hands went to the back of Rashaan’s head, kaçak bahis jamming his face against her pussy and holding him there. Ayesha’s hips swiveled, holding him in place. Her body tossed wildly on the floor and her legs swung from side to side. Rashaan clung to her thighs, sucking and licking harder and faster on her clit, giving her the utmost pleasure.

Ayesha was in heaven as she never had a man eat her out the way he was. She was about to have a powerful orgasm because of it. If his oral skills were like this she wondered if he could fuck like that too.

“Oooooh, yes, make me cum!” Ayesha moaned, grinding her hips faster and faster.

“I’m cumming!” she screamed, letting out a powerful orgasm.

Letting her come down from her orgasm, Rashaan waited a bit before the sex games could continue. He gave each of her butt cheeks a kiss, rising to his feet.

Ayesha looked over her shoulder and he caught him stroking his dick. “I see you’re getting ready for me.”

Rashaan smiled, bending her over the arm of the couch. “It’s been ready for you, girl.”

He gripped Ayesha’s arms behind her and filled her with his sex snake.

“Ahh,” she yelled, overtaken by the size of him.

Pumping slowly in and out, he swirled my hips and gave her ass a very light smack. He smirked as her back arched with every smack and every stroke. It took a minute, but they found their rhythm as Ayesha started pumping back to have him deeper inside, begging him not to stop.

Picking up his pace and pulling her hair, Rashaan whispered in her ear, “You like this big dick, Ayesha?”

Answering between strokes, Ayesha screamed, “Yes, I like that big dick. Don’t stop, fuck me!”

Before she knew it, Rashaan pulled out and she’d been turned over. In a display of his strength, he lifted her up and placed her over the arm of the couch. Reentering, he removed her shirt, sucking on her titties. She arched her back up to give them to him, wrapping her legs around his waist.

While sucking on her right nipple, Rashaan gently squeezed the left one. Every so often, he’d flick his tongue over her nipple, just teasing it before sucking on it again. Ayesha began to moan softly as he kissed and sucked on her breasts and neck, her hands gripping his wife-beater.

“Fuck, your pussy’s too good, Nice and tight.” Rashaan groaned, thrusting hard, trying to make her feel it in her stomach.

“Yes, baby, don’t stop, beat this pussy up!” Ayesha commanded, her eyes curling back in her head.

“Yeah, you like how I’m hitting this coochie? Yeah tell me not to stop, Ayesha. Let me hear you!”

“Don’t stop, Rashaan! Fuck me! Make me cum! Take this pussy!”

Rashaan began giving her deep hard strokes, feeling his nut coming.”

Cum, baby. Let them juices go.” He urged, biting her neck like a vampire.

“Ahhh I feel it!! Yes!! I’m cumming!! Bite me harder!”

Sinking deeper into her neck, Rashaan let loose his juices inside her. “FUCK!!”

Both of their bodies trembled at the orgasms they had. Rashaan just serviced her more, Kissing, Ayesha’s face, neck, and tits while their orgasms subsided.

When their breathing came back to normal, Rashaan spoke, still kissing on her. “Ahh, that was good.”

“Mmmmm,” Ayesha moaned, kissing him back. “Yes it was.”

“Mmm, you were so good.”

“Thank you, sis.” Rashaan nestled his head in her chest, knowing she just let him fuck his pain and anger away. “You always know how to make me feel better.”

The siblings cuddled up just the lock on the front door turned and there could only be one person with a key to enter their home…

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Lin ‘phoned me to let me know that she had found a cheap deal for a week and a half in Tunisia. Having visited Tunisia in the early eighties I wasn’t sure about making a return visit. My previous experience of the country had been mixed. The sunshine and markets / bazaars had been good fun and interesting but the behaviour of some of the men towards me had left a lot to be desired. Although I had been with my then boyfriend, the undisguised lecherous stares of the North African men had been disconcerting to a young, relatively inexperienced, 24 year old.

However, Lin convinced me that the sun would be just the fillip we needed with the autumn nights closing in and winter very much on the way. I admit that it didn’t really take a lot to convince me. Having a little of the sun-worshipper in me, the thought of being able to sit by a pool and relax for a few days was always going to win out, especially as I had some annual leave that I had to take before the end of the year or I would lose it.

We were both keen to just chill out for the first couple of days before deciding whether we would be more adventurous. We spent the time starting on our suntans by the pool at the hotel, drinking cocktails, sampling some food and flirting with some of the men at the hotel. We felt safe with the flirting because all of the men seemed to be with partners and their women were always in close proximity.

When we were in our room we would laugh about the protectiveness of the women, especially as we had both decided at the outset of the holiday to remain ‘celibate’. At least, we were not ‘on the hunt’. If the opportunity presented itself we knew we wouldn’t say “No.” but we were not planning on seeking out any sexual adventures.

On the third day of our holiday the hotel had arranged a shopping trip to the market in Nabul and Lin and I had signed up for it. When we got on the coach for the drive we weren’t surprised to see that it was mostly the women from the hotel who would be our companions for the day. One or two of the men had been dragged along by their wives but it looked as if it was going to be a girly day out shopping.

The first stop at Nabul was something of a nightmare for me. I’ve never been good at bartering and if not for Lin could have ended up paying more than the trader was initially asking for the trinkets I was buying! I remembered something similar happening on my previous visit. The important thing, though, was that we were enjoying ourselves.

After the open air market we were all dropped in the town centre and given free rein for a couple of hours. Lin and I wandered off to the enclosed markets (bazaars) to try to buy some leather shoes. As we wandered around the market we would bump into some of the others on our daytrip and they seemed to be having as little success finding things as we were.

After about half a dozen attempts to engage with traders to try to barter down their prices on their shoes we were about ready to give up and head to a cafe for a cold drink. As we turned into another aisle I spotted a pair of moccasins made of leather that I took a fancy to. As I lifted them off the stall the trader suddenly appeared. He looked to be in his early twenties with bright eyes and a lovely smile. However, instead of trying to sell the shoes to me, he seemed more interested in engaging me in conversation.

Lin joined me and we started trying to talk about a price for the shoes. For some reason, though, the trader wasn’t interested in giving us a price. He spent more time asking where we were from, how long we’d been in Tunisia, what we thought of his country … all the things tourist oriented traders talk about to soften up their ‘victims’.

We finally got him back on track but struggled to agree a price. In fact we seemed to have reached an impasse when another man appeared and spoke to our trader. The trader looked at us a shook his head slightly. His friend became a bit more insistent and the trader turned to us.

“Okay ladies, I let you have shoes if you try on these.” He said, pointing to a djellaba type garment and a scarf that he told us was actually called a cheche.

Lin and I looked each other. She raised her eyebrows but gave a slight nod and we both turned to the trader and nodded our agreement. Lin said she would go first and told me to take a photo once she was dressed up.

As she struggled to slip the djellaba on the trader and his friends’ tactics became obvious. Their hands seemed to brush against her body, at first just lightly touching her hips but then they lingered on her bum and even brushed across her breasts as they straightened the garment. Lin seemed unsure how to react.

Once they had wrapped Lin’s head in the cheche, they all turned towards me and I raised my camera. I couldn’t help but notice that her nipples were prominent under the djellaba. Obviously she had enjoyed having the men’s hands on her body.

As I took a couple of photos Lin’s eyes widened and I heard a muffled “Ooh” from under the cheche. I bahis firmaları suspected the men’s hands were wandering even more than previously. I lowered my camera and the men stepped away as I helped Lin out of the djellaba and cheche.

“Watch out for some seriously wandering hands and bottom pinching.” she told me.

“Don’t worry,” I said, “perhaps I’ll let my hands wander.”

“No! You have to be careful here. You can’t be sure how they will react.”

“You’re right. I’ll just grin and bear it. Just take a couple of photos and we’ll get out of here.”

Lin moved away and I knew I had to show willing. I held out the clothes towards the men, preparing myself for a little mauling.

As I slipped into the djellaba, sure enough, hands started at my hips and took every opportunity to rub my bum and press against my breasts. Even though I was expecting it, I was still slightly annoyed at their brazenness.

Once I had the cheche on, we turned towards Lin so that she could take our photos. The men stood either side of and slightly behind me as they had done with Lin. Before Lin had the camera to her eye, hands were on my bum and the backs of my legs, stroking and pressing.

“Okay” I thought, “time to surprise you.”

I dropped my hands down by my sides and reached back on both sides. I came into contact with the men’s legs and heard sharp intakes of breath from both of them.

Lin hesitated with the camera as she saw my arms move. I slowly moved my hands upwards and before long felt a bulge with both. The stroking of my bum and legs continued as I flexed my wrists so that my hands flicked across the bulges that were becoming more prominent.

I was concentrating on teasing the men and had forgotten where I was. I felt a hand on my left breast. Then another hand pressed on my right breast. I couldn’t help myself. I closed my eyes as a tremor went through my body. I curved my fingers so that I could hold the ends of the men’s bulges.

The hands left my breasts and took hold of my hands. Before I realised what was happening I was led behind the stall. I looked over my shoulder and saw Lin desperately picking up our bags. As soon as she had them in her arms she followed us. I felt a moment’s panic as I was dragged into an area that was quite well lit.

The men suddenly stopped and turned around to face me. They released my hands and while the original trader started to unwind and remove the cheche the other man started to remove the djellaba. In short time I was standing in front of them in my dress.

The trader moved towards me, placed his hands at the top of my arms and moved his face towards mine. As his lips made contact with mine I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the young man’s mouth on mine. I felt his lips open slightly then his tongue pressed against my lips. I could not resist the slightly spicy taste and I parted my lips to allow his tongue across the threshold of my mouth. I returned the kiss, my tongue pressing against his, trying to taste his mouth.

Then I felt lips against the back of my neck as the trader’s friend moved behind me. I could feel an erection pressing against my bum as well as my stomach. Hands again took hold of my breasts through my dress, causing me to moan. Just I was beginning to really enjoy the sensations, the trader’s lips left mine.

I looked over my shoulder past the trader’s friend and saw Lin standing by the curtain that I assumed I had been ushered through. I felt slightly reassured by her presence but, thinking back, I’m not sure what I thought she would be able to do to help me if I needed to escape from the situation I had gotten myself into.

I manoeuvred my hands so that I again took hold of the covered cocks pressing against me. I managed to wrap my fingers around both and move them my hands up and down. I wanted to see the erections I had felt against my body.

My young trader stepped backwards, a smile on his face, and slowly raised his djellaba. With the other man’s hands continuing to play with my breasts I let my eyes wander down the trader’s body to watch his clothing creep slowly up his legs. He stopped with the hem just below his prominent bulge. I continued to stare and unconsciously ran my tongue over my lips. I raised my eyes to look into his eyes and saw they seemed to be sparkling.

With a flourish he lifted his djellaba over his head. My eyes immediately dropped to his groin. He was not wearing any underwear and his cock was standing out proudly, surrounded by a thick black bush of hair. I took a sharp intake of breath and I heard Lin say “My God!” as we both saw the young lad’s cock for the first time. It was without doubt the longest cock I had seen, although it was quite thin.

Both men laughed but I stood stock still, like a deer caught in headlights. The man behind me released my breasts and placed his hands on my shoulders. He pressed down slightly and I willingly took the hint to lower myself onto my knees.

I was glad at the lack of girth of the kaçak iddaa trader’s cock because that meant I would be able to wrap my lips around it and taste it properly, which I was now looking forward to doing.

I looked at the elongated cock pointing straight towards me. I licked my lips and looked up into the trader’s eyes. He smiled back at me and moved his hips a little closer to my face. I slowly extended my tongue and flicked the end of the cock. I realised that he was circumcised, which I much prefer, as I rolled my tongue around the exposed glans.

I had assumed that he was fully erect but the cock head seemed to swell a little more as I gave it a tongue bath. I groaned, sending vibrations down the shaft and heard groans from the trader and his friend in response. My next step was to take the whole head of the cock into my mouth and suck while continuing to move my tongue around it.

I reached out with my hands and took hold of the trader’s thighs. I moved my head forward slowly, enclosing the first couple of inches in my mouth. Then I moved backwards releasing the cock. The trader tried to move with me but my hands on his thighs allowed me to remain in control.

The next time I took his cock into my mouth I moved my hands from his thighs to his balls. They were tight against his groin. When I raked my nails across them his cock twitched and he uttered something in his native language that I didn’t understand but I suspected it was a compliment of some sort. I alternated between massaging his balls and teasing my nails across them as he began to slowly thrust in and out of my mouth.

I could feel pleasure building inside me and I was thrilled when I felt hands reach around and unbutton my dress. The shoulder straps of the dress were also buttoned to the bodice and they were loosened too, resulting in it just falling away from my body. Because of the anticipated heat of the sun and the support provided by my dress I had not worn a bra meaning that my braless slightly tanned breasts were now exposed. I looked down and recognised Lin’s painted nails playing with my left breast, alternating between pinching and flicking my very erect nipple.

I felt hands drift down my body towards my panties. Hands slipped inside my panties and I heard Lin whisper “Be careful.” then I felt something cold against my skin and shortly afterwards my panties fell away completely. The trader’s friend had used a knife to cut away my panties with Lin’s help.

As soon as my panties fell away fingers were thrust into my damp pussy. Having my nipples squeezed by my friend and my pussy fingered by one man while I sucked off another was sending thrills through my body. As the fingers worked in and out of my pussy I was finding it difficult to concentrate on the cock in my mouth. Then the fingers brushed over my clit and sent me over the edge. I moaned loudly around the cock as my orgasm swept through me.

It was all I could do to keep the cock in my mouth. Fortunately the trader had kept his concentration and continued thrusting himself in and out of my mouth. His strokes seemed to become more frantic as he neared his own climax. I felt his cock throb and, sensing his impending release, tightened my lips around his shaft and used my hands on his shaft to pump it into my mouth.

With a loud groan the trader climaxed. I tried to swallow as much of his semen as I could, but it just seemed to keep coming. My mouth was soon full and I had to release his cock so that I could swallow. When his cock was out of my mouth I continued to pump it with my hands and his semen first hit my face and then dribbled down onto my breasts. Lin didn’t hesitate and massaged any semen that landed on my chest into my skin.

I wasn’t sure exactly what I looked like by the time he eventually finished his climax, but Lin surprised me by whispering “My God that was so hot to watch” then leaning in and kissing my lips and my face. She licked the trader’s cum from my face then pressed her lips tightly against mine.

The trader reached down and helped me to stand up. As he did so I saw Lin move towards the trader’s friend. She pushed him onto his back, then reached down and used his knife to slit his djellaba up the front, much to his consternation. Once she revealed his cock, she reached under her dress to remove her panties then promptly sat down on him. I watched as she moved up his thighs allowing his cock to disappear under her dress.

She undulated her hips backwards and forwards, grinding her pussy against his cock. Then she reached down, lifted herself slightly and settled down again with a moan of pleasure.

The trader led me to a bench that was piled high with his stock. He lifted me onto the bench then pushed my chest so that I lay down. My legs were hanging over the edge and resting on the floor. I felt him move between them and spread my legs apart. I was expecting to feel his cock nudging at my pussy and jerked with surprise when I felt his lips gently press against the inside of my thigh.

The kaçak bahis trader’s hand rested over my mound as his lips edged upwards to the junction of my leg and my groin. He traced his tongue over that sensitive part of my skin. Then with his thumb pressing against my clit his tongue reached my pussy lips. I thanked God that I was lying down as the pleasure coursed through me again. He sucked my labia into his mouth and nibbled gently. Then his tongue penetrated between them. My hips jerked and wanted to lift off the bench but the pressure of his hand on my mound kept me in position and at the mercy of his tongue and thumb.

He worked me well his tongue, increasing my arousal. He continued to alternate between nibble on my labia, running his tongue around, over and between them, and then slipping his tongue into my slit. For a young man he certainly knew what he was doing. He was much more considerate than I expected.

I could hear grunting and moaning from the floor. From the sound of things Lin was enjoying herself with her new found friend as much as I was with mine.

The trader built my arousal again. He could tell from the pressure he was having to apply through his hand on my mound just how aroused I was becoming. I couldn’t help but groan with frustration when his mouth finally detached itself from my pussy with me on the brink of another orgasm.

I opened my eyes and looked up to see him standing over me. He moved in and I felt the tip of his cock against my pussy. Then he bent down and his cock moved away. I felt myself about to beg him to stop teasing. He bent down then when he stood up he was opening a condom wrapper. It took him only a moment to slight the condom over his cock then he moved in again.

This time when his cock touched my pussy he kept moving forwards and he slid inside. My pussy gladly accepted him. When he finally stopped, his cock was further inside me than any cock had ever reached before but he was not right up against my groin. This was going to be interesting! He took his time moving his hips backwards then thrusting forwards again.

As he set up a rhythm he was comfortable with his hands held my hips, ensuring I felt his thrusts. I lifted my feet from the floor and interlaced my feet behind his back. He released my hips and continued to thrust in and out of me. He leant forward and his hands reached towards my breasts.

He took my erect nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and proceeded to pull and twist them. The teasing of my nipples and the pounding into my pussy took me back to the brink. I used my feet to pull him into me then I set up my own rhythm with my hips as I came for a second time. This time my orgasm was so intense I could only flop backwards limply after it finished.

The young trader continued to pound into me, getting faster as he approached his own second orgasm. His hands released my breasts and again took hold of my hips as with one final thrust he groaned and then leaned forward putting his hands either side of my waist. As his cock twitched inside me he dropped his head to my stomach and rested on me whilst getting his breath back.

I allowed my legs to drop and rested my feet on the floor again. The trader slowly eased himself backwards and out of me. As he did so I lifted myself onto my elbows and looked down my body to the other side of the room.

Lin was on her knees and the other man was behind her with his hands on her hips. He was slowly moving in and out. Lin was urging him on with words of encouragement. As I watched, his pace increased. Lin dropped her shoulders to the floor then reached down between her own legs. I assumed she was playing with her own clit to get herself to her orgasm.

Sure enough, only moments later she moaned loudly, followed quickly by the man making one last thrust and moaning himself. Lin rested her head on her arms as he collapsed over her back. As they both got the air back into their lungs he slowly eased himself upwards and then backwards. As he withdrew Lin just dropped to the ground. I was surprised, but not unpleasantly so, to see that he was also wearing a condom.

Once both men had recovered they wandered towards the back of the room talking to each other in their native language. I levered myself off the bench and gingerly moved over to Lin. She opened her eyes as I touched her and her grin was a mile wide — almost as wide as mine. I helped her to her feet and we moved around the room gathering our clothes.

I only had a dress to put back on. Lin looked at me as she picked up her panties then she smiled, dropped them to the floor and kicked them under the bench. I wonder who, if anyone, found them — and what they thought. When we both had our dresses on we made our way back to the front of the stall.

There were knowing glances from some of the nearby traders but no-one actually said anything. Even so, I felt myself blushing under their gazes. Lin and I were just about to walk away when the trader and his friend emerged from the back room themselves. Of course our trader’s friend was wearing a different djellaba and that seemed to be the cause of some comment by the other traders. At least that’s what I ‘assumed’ they were shouting to him about.

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It had been a long day in his surgery, and the GP was looking forward to a shower, dinner and the football on TV. The door opened and his pretty young receptionist nurse stuck her head into the room.

‘Doctor: your last patient’s here …’ she raised an eyebrow archly ‘ … Mrs Lincoln.’

‘Thank you Chrissy, send her in please.’ He smiled quizzically at her expression as she left. A sudden pang of guilt flashed through his mind: if his wife found out about Chrissy …

A woman … no, a lady, entered a moment later. She was tall and stunningly good looking, a mane of thick blonde hair flowed over the shoulders of her light grey linen suit. Her skirt was short and tight over a dancer’s legs, accentuated by the matching high heels, and the jacket was exquisitely cut over an eye-drawing bust. A brief smile flickered at the corner of his mouth: Chrissy’s eyebrow explained. He stood and greeted her.

‘Mrs Lincoln … do, please sit down.’ She sat and crossed her ankles demurely, the picture of chic elegance. He sat down and opened her notes.

‘This is your first visit here. What can I do for you?’

‘Well, my husband and I have been trying for a baby for the past six months with no luck, so I thought I’d come and get checked out.’ She had a rich and educated speaking voice.

‘Ok, before we go any further, would you prefer me to refer you to a female doctor?’

‘No, that’s ok.’

They discussed her case for several minutes, then he gave her a reserved smile.

‘Well, I will need to take some blood for a test and give you a physical examination; again, I can refer you to a female doctor if you prefer.’

She responded without hesitation ‘No, that’s fine: I’m quite happy for you to do whatever is necessary.’

‘Then I’ll need to ask the nurse to attend.’

‘I understand – for your professional protection from me bringing malpractice or whatever. However, I really would prefer not to have her present – from the sniffy feelings emanating from your nurse when I walked in I’d rather not allow her to take pleasure from what she would perceive as a humiliating situation for me.’

‘Er, … I understand your concern. I’m sure you understand mine?’

She nodded. ‘Don’t worry doctor – I’m not the suing kind. I have no financial needs.’

‘Fine.’ göztepe escort He indicated the couch on the other side of the room. ‘If you’d please undress and get on the couch.’

She stood and before he could look away she reached behind her, unzipped her skirt and with a graceful gesture slipped it down and stepped out of it. She wore no underwear; her pubic hair was trimmed very short in a neat triangle above her vulva, which was clean-shaven. Her legs were endless. He was momentarily taken aback. She clearly recognised this, and gave him a little shrug and a brief, curtsey, flexing her knees sideways with a little open-palmed gesture and ironic grin.

‘Sorry. Can’t wear them under a skirt like this.’

She unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it off. She was bra-less, and her breasts were stupefyingly magnificent; his mouth and throat were dry, his groin stirring. She shrugged again.

‘Sorry. Can’t wear a bra under a jacket like this.’

She stepped out of her shoes, turned and sashayed to the couch, sat down, swung her legs up and lay back, flexing her body to a comfortable position.

He took a blood sample from her arm, trying desperately not to look at her breasts. She lay quietly, with that innate, detached disinterest of the attractive woman.

He turned to the washbasin and scrubbed up, then pulled on surgical gloves. ‘I’ll need to examine you now: could you please raise your knees.’

He turned round; her long legs were drawn up and widely parted. He stood transfixed for a moment. Somehow sensing this, she looked down, then with a sympathetic grin coughed softly to snap him from his reverie.

‘Sorry …’ he shook his head.

‘It’s ok,’ she said softly, then looked back up to the ceiling.

He stood at the end of the couch and looked down at her. A sudden tingle went through him as he saw her vulva – suffused gently pink, labia subtly engorged and opened, her clitoris visibly prominent. He reached round her right thigh, rested the heel of his left hand on her mons and with the index finger and thumb of his left hand he gently parted her labia. She was completely relaxed as he eased his right middle finger into her vagina. She sighed softly.

‘Ok?’ he asked quickly.

‘Mm. Fine.’

He probed kurtköy escort gently around, feeling her vaginal shape, then pushed his finger firmly into her to feel her cervix. He glanced quickly up at her face – still staring dispassionately at the ceiling, but her lips were now slightly parted, and her nipples were prominently erect. He eased his finger out, then carefully pushed it back in with his index finger in order to further palpate her cervix; as he pushed in, he felt her slightly rotate her hips up against the intrusion. She was now lubricating copiously, clearly in a highly aroused state as he moved his fingers gently but firmly deep inside her. He heard her breathing, and, looking up, the noticeable flush on her chest; still she stared dispassionately upwards. He was fully aroused and uncomfortable himself. This is dangerous, he thought. As he looked down, she spoke.

‘Doctor.’

‘Yes?’

‘Am I ok?’

‘Yes … you’re fine … ‘

‘It’s the middle of my cycle … I want a child … no-one need know … as I said, I’m not the suing kind … ‘

He looked up, she was looking directly at him, he ran his gaze down her body – she was a sensual vision. He pulled his fingers gently from her.

‘Mrs Lincoln … I … ‘

She was looking intently at him with a yearning that had him transfixed. Without thinking he pulled off the gloves and unzipped himself, pulling out his hugely engorged penis. As he entered her she resumed her dispassionate stare ceilingwards. She felt exquisite: hot, clinging and wet; he thrust vigorously into her, suddenly nervous of Chrissy discovering them. He came intensely within a couple of minutes, squirting several days of accumulated frustration deep inside her. Completely satiated, he clung to her thighs, pressed into her.

‘Good?’

He shook himself back to reality. ‘Er … oh God … yes, wonderful. I’m sorry.’

‘No, no need to be sorry. Thank you.’

He pulled himself from her slowly, savouring the last gentle contact. He wiped himself with a tissue, then rearranged his clothing.

‘Lie still for a while, it will help your chances of fertilisation …’ she was masturbating vigorously and came within moments, her body arching rigidly on the couch as she gasped in ecstasy. She subsided pendik escort slowly, then gave him a languid, satisfied smile.

‘Sorry. Couldn’t help myself either. I think orgasm will help my chances of fertilisation as well.’

‘Yes … ‘

He returned to his desk and scribbled in her notes, looking up at her frequently as she lay on the couch.

‘Mrs Lincoln, you’d better get dressed now. Make an appointment for four weeks’ time.’

She slipped from the couch and dressed nonchalantly in front of him; he watched her avidly. She sat back down in the seat across from his desk.

‘We may need to repeat the treatment?’

‘That would be very unwise here.’

‘Of course. My sister has a flat …’

‘Er, as much as I would like that, shall we just see how you are in a month, Mrs Lincoln.’

She chuckled ‘You’re very confident – what did you just let loose inside me?’

‘Mrs Lincoln, I’ve just committed an act of gross professional misconduct for which I would be struck off should you make a complaint – you have the evidence inside you. This is my entire livelihood, my family at stake, all for the sake of a moment of supreme pleasure with you, probably the most beautiful woman I have ever met. I don’t know what to say.’

‘Please don’t worry – my motives in seducing you were exactly as I said, and I know I’m quite irresistible.’

‘If you do become pregnant, what of the child?’

‘It will be my husband’s – you know that.’

‘Yes.’ He didn’t know whether to sound relieved or disappointed.

They chatted for a few minutes more on methods for improving her chance of pregnancy, then she stood and reached across the desk for his hand.

‘Thank you, Doctor, I’m sure we’ll meet again when I’m pregnant. I hope you can deliver our baby?’

‘That would attract attention – it’s normally done by a midwife.’

‘My husband could probably be persuaded to have more expert medical care in attendance, given our current history.’

‘Perhaps.’

She turned to leave.

‘Don’t forget to make an appointment.’

She closed the door behind her. He sat down with a thump and puffed out his cheeks in disbelief at what had just happened.

In the reception area, the woman stood in front of the counter talking to the nurse.

‘Next month? Yes … Friday 16th … that’s fine, Mrs Lincoln.’

‘Thank you.’ She started to walk away, then stopped and turned ‘Oh, and don’t wear him out – tell him dinner will be ready at seven fifteen – the kick-off’s at eight.’

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Still struggling with my tie, I walk into the living room. Hilly has left a few hours earlier, going on a long night of drinking and gossiping with some friends from school. Now I am also about ready to leave; I’m supposed to go drinking with some of my colleagues.

Roger and Laura are watching TV, while the Tracy, the babysitter, is leafing through one of the books she has brought with her.

“You know where the drinks are; and feel free to take the crisps if you want some,” I once more encourage Tracy. She has been here several times before so she knows how it works; however, she still seems very shy and I’m not sure she would take anything unless I explicitly tell her to do so.

Then, while looking at the kids, I continue: “Laura has to go to bed at eight – no more drinking – and Roger at half past eight.” Of course, Roger prepares to argue, but I cut him off immediately; “No Ro, half past eight!” I make sure this is clear to all of them, so he won’t be too difficult for Tracy. Of course I do know she will give him some extra time; that’s wat babysitters do, right? But in the end, she is the one who is in charge tonight.

Then, turning back to Tracy, “And can you help Laura brushing her teeth? The back molars really need some extra attention.” Laura’s brushing is nothing more than quickly moving her brush through her mouth; normally we brush first and let her practice for a while at the end. Roger’s brushing is only a little bit better, but I want to spare Tracy from the fights he puts up when we help him.

“Just don’t forget to help yourself with food and drinks.” I tell her once more. “You know how the TV works – oh, you’ve brought your homework; fine. And do you need our Wi-Fi code?” I wonder how long it takes before the books are put away in favor of watching TV, but that’s not my business.

“My mobile phone number is on the table; just in case. I’m not expecting any problems, but if something happens, don’t hesitate to call.” So far, Roger and Laura have always behaved well enough when we are gone. They know Tracy, they are not ill, and I can’t see what else might go wrong, but you never know what happens. And for Tracy it probably feels safer to have an emergency number; just to be sure.

One last check for my keys and wallet – It’s all there. “I think I’ll be the first to be home, but I already told you it will be late – probably after half past one; is that still okay with you?” Tracy nods. Of course she won’t mind – babysitting is easy work, just watching TV, and us being late only means more money for her.

Then it’s time for one last hug. “Come here! Mwah, Laura, Ro, be nice and sleep well!” I give a last warning look at Roger, who returns a foul look back at me. Of course he doesn’t want to be kissed and even avoids me stroking his head; he is too old and too cool to be cuddled.

I wave the kids goodbye, wish Tracy a quiet evening, and leave. One last look in the mirror in the hall – I think I’m ready.

***

A bit nervous, I enter the café she has chosen to meet tonight. It’s only our third date, and I feel thrilled.

I hope she likes my suit – she told me she would like to see me wearing a suit for tonight; me wearing a suit, can you imagine? The last one I bought was my wedding suit; it would be a pity if I bought a wrong one now. She promised she would wear a dress matching a suit, whatever that means; I hope it matches mine.

There she is – she sits at a small table almost in the back and stands up when she sees me too.

My God she looks beautiful; stunningly beautiful! Her dark blond hair falling loosely over her naked shoulders; a touch of make-up – stylish; and a dress! No suit could possibly match that dress. God, she looks stunning. I knew she is good looking, but in this dress… just ‘Wow’!!

I give her the rose I’d brought and kiss her cheek. Her smell is heavenly; a bit dark and sweet, but not too dominant or overwhelming. She smiles at me and sits down again. She is drinking red wine; I know I’m driving tonight, but one glass won’t harm, so I join her.

We exchange pleasantries and I can’t keep my eyes off her. It’s a nice thing knowing she won’t mind – that’s what brought us here in the first place.

“You look absolutely beautiful tonight,” I tell her once again, and she smiles at me.

“I thought you would like it. You look quite handsome yourself too! Nice suit; it’s excellent!”

***

A maltepe escort month ago we met for the first time. While having a neutral dinner at a bistro of her choice, we set out the rules. Both of us wanted to explore things we are still missing in our lives. We knew beforehand that our interests are different, and yet we both felt an undefinable connection. And therefore we came up with this pact – each time one of us is in control, and the other will accommodate as much as possible.

I was in charge on our second date; going to the cinema. Even though it was my night, I choose a romantic movie, as that’s the kind of movie you go to on your first date. And ‘first date’ was one of the things I wanted to relive; experience.

In the beginning it was a little bit awkward, sitting hand in hand, but after a while it started to feel right, and holding hands turned into stroking. The kiss after one of the more intense scenes suddenly felt natural and justified, and like school kids we made out in the parking garage after the movie had ended.

Hidden by a pillar, we kissed and stroked, and she didn’t stop me when my hands moved under her shirt. She softly moaned when they rubbed the fabric holding her breasts; her lips hungrily grabbing my mouth. Neither did she stop me when I unclasped her bra – instead, she pulled her arms in and got rid of the whole damn thing.

It was perfect; my hands rubbing those soft, bouncy breasts, squeezing them softly. And carefully, my adventurous fingertips explored the sensitive skin of areolas and hardened nipples. She groaned and pressed her lips against mines, feasting on my mouth. It was everything I’d been hoping for, and so much more!

I pushed her shirt up – I wanted to lick and taste those perky nips; I wanted my lips around them and suck them; feel them; cherish them. She accommodated; she held her shirt and pushed one of her breasts up to me, offering it to my hungry, eager mouth. Her hand moved to the back of my head, her fingers twirling my hair, rubbing my scalp, while I sucked and nibbled and licked the delicious treat. My hands softly squeezed and rubbed the soft, lush flesh, while my mouth and tongue worshiped her nipple and areola. Deep, irregular breathing, sighing and soft groans told me she enjoyed it just as much as I did.

After I lavishly worshiped her one breast for infinite time, she pulled me away and guided my still eager mouth to the other, still neglected one. Greedily I sucked in the provoking nub, swirled my tongue around it, and squeezed it with my lips. My tongue flipped over the erect bud, tickling and rubbing it, while my hands divided their attention over both breasts now, trying to please both of them equally.

Her hand moved in between us, and rubbed over the bulging fabric of my jeans; my gasp made her nipple slip out of my mouth. She stroked me from bottom to top, and back again, cooing “Oh my; I’m not the only one having a good time here.”

She gave me a deep kiss, pushed me away and pulled her shirt back down. Then she guided me to her car, pushed me into the back seat, but when her hands started fumbling with the button of my jeans, her phone went off; the alarm clock.

“Damn! No time – I really have to go!”

Resigned, we both straightened our clothes. She stowed her bra in her bag and offered to drive me home. Of course I accepted the offer – I really wanted to hold on to this moment for as long as possible. She dropped me off a few blocks from my house, and we parted with a long wet kiss.

It surprised me to find an email immediately after I got home, asking if that night had fulfilled my expectations. Our communication is by email. No SMS, WhatsApp or other mobile texting, let alone phone calls; you never know who else is listening or reading those messages. I created a new email account, only for that reason.

I answered with a short message, telling it was more than I had hoped for; she immediately replied and asked to clarify ‘what’ was more than I had hoped for. She was correct of course; part of the deal. Speak up about likes and dislikes and be honest to each other.

So I wrote back that I really hadn’t expected our date to feel natural this quick. I had hoped for this, of course, but never expected it to happen so soon. I also wrote back that, for the first time in years, caressing had not been foreplay to sex and sleeping; its sole purpose had been the caressing and exploring itself; to please and enjoy. That our kissing had not felt forced to me, despite being in an arranged setting. That this evening had been something I would never forget. Only after telling this, I remembered asking her about how she felt about our date.

She honestly admitted that, initially, she had been very skeptical about this whole dating idea, despite the fact that her participation had solely been by her own decision. Like me, she had been disappointed in her relationship, missing the thrill and sexual attraction for several years now; like me, she had tuzla escort been hoping to experience something new and exciting; like me, she had deliberately chosen to move away from the beaten path. But nevertheless, her expectations had been low.

She had strongly feared this date would end up in disappointment; that I would be solely focused on sex; that there would be no attraction between us at all. She came prepared to walk out at the first sign of failure. Also to her, our holding hands had initially felt very awkward and it had taken all of her restraints not to pull back and push me away there and then.

Fortunately she had remained patient, and it didn’t take long before she grasped that I was more serious than she had expected. And that encouraged her too to go on with it. Fortunately, as also for her it worked out unexpectedly well. What happened after the film was one of those things she had always wanted to experience; making out in a car parking had been one of her secret fantasies that was now successfully fulfilled.

She did say she had noticed, though, that despite our agreement I still held back; she hoped I could be even more daring and challenging on our next date. She encouraged me to cross those moral borders and give in to my deepest desires at our next meeting. She said she trusted me, but also promised she wouldn’t hesitate to stop me when something wouldn’t feel right for her; to stop me without implying further consequences, as she specifically asked for it. ‘For both of us, this agreement is about determining our likes and our limits, and you won’t find them if you are not allowed to cross them every now and then.’

Obviously, especially that last part intrigued me, and now it was my turn to ask for further details. Many emails followed and I was surprised about the things I worded in those messages; initially it was all about our film night and the next appointment, about sex and fantasies, but in time they became more and more general – how was your day; how do you feel about… Quite unexpected, I started to enjoy our email conversation and became more open than I had ever been before. Writing things down forced me to think about them, and that alone taught me so much about myself I’d never realized. From her side, she gave me new insights by telling how she experienced certain things; explaining and clarifying her points of view.

My wife also noticed a difference. I seemed happier according to her, and more attentive. I did take it with me to bed too – I was more interested in sex, but also more driven to please, and that benefitted both of us. ***

After finishing our wine, it is time to move on. I am driving today and, following her directions, we end up at the theater. Indeed, wearing a suit is appropriate here; the posh environment is way out of my comfort zone.

I look at her – is this some kind of test? Is this one of those – ‘a woman doesn’t look for a man’s qualities, but for his ability to be trained’ – kind of things; is she going to educate me now? What will be next – a subscription for the gym to turn me into one of those ‘well-educated, muscled, well-mannered hunks’? How much time and effort is she going to invest before she accepts it is all wasted; will she discard me after that point?

Finding out which play we are going to see doesn’t make things better. ‘Who’s afraid of Virginia Woolf’; isn’t that one of those pretentious plays from the sixties? One of those cultural ‘highlights’ everyone keeps telling ‘you should have seen it at least once in your life’?

I don’t think this is part of our deal; unless she is into sadistic torturing, I don’t see where this fits into experiencing long-kept fantasies. It certainly takes away my reticence of exploring my ‘Christian Grey’ side with her.

She seems unaware of my reluctance, though. And when I look again, I suddenly realize that this is exactly where she belongs: in the middle of other sophisticated men and women. She fits in here like she fits that dress – the dress and she belong together, whereas I’m only dressed up for the occasion.

This isn’t about me – tonight I’m only an accessory. This is going to be her night, and I am going to assist her as good as I can. And that is exactly what we agreed upon. I’m moving closer towards her, wrap my arm around her waist, and kiss her cheek. “I hope you’ll enjoy this evening as much as I enjoyed our previous time together.”

***

It all started after an argument.

Of course, it really started long before, but the final little push was this argument.

Hilly had been working that evening, so I had been in charge at home. We had eaten takeaway pizzas for dinner, and since the only dirty dishes were the glasses we used, a coffee cup and a knife for preparing lunch boxes, I had decided dishwashing be unnecessary.

Hilly came home and snapped. ‘How many times had she told me that she expected the kitchen worktop to be empty and cleaned after dinner? How many times!!?’ On top of that, I hadn’t maltepe escort noticed Roger’s dirty shoes, the huge collection of stones in the pockets of his jacket, and my work trousers were once again in the normal laundry basket.

“You don’t love me!” she had said; angry, disillusioned, tired. “If you really loved me, you would have known how much these things mean to me, and paid attention to it for yourself. Now it’s me again, who has to do all the cleaning.”

I told her to sit down; I would do it myself if she insisted, but it was too late already. ‘You don’t love me!’

“No, it’s YOU who doesn’t love ME!” I spat in reply; I was angry and offended. “You don’t see how I took care of the kids today; how I prepared their lunches; how I washed laundry, folded clothes and put them away; you don’t see how I did shopping, bought your favorite wine, even brought that magazine you talked about yesterday; you don’t see how I cleaned up the house and threw away the pile of old folders. The only things you do see are those few tasks I didn’t do this time!”

That night, for the first time in our relationship, she slept in the guest room. That night, for the first time in my life, I visited a dating site. ***

And it takes time…

My God, does this play take time…

The stage isn’t much fun; not much to look at – a sofa, a few arm chairs, a bookcase…

The actors are talking, and talking, and screaming, and some more screaming…

Walking around on the stage…

No, sorry; I’m exaggerating. To my big surprise, it isn’t as bad as I had expected! I’m pretty sure I’m missing most of the references; quite often I have no clue what I am looking at, but all in all I enjoy watching what’s going on.

But is it on purpose that I’m taken to this play? What would be my link to… no; what would be her link with this situation – after all, this is her ‘day out’.

Why did she want to see a play about one couple, insulting and abusing each other and their guests? Is it because it concerns people who are somehow inextricably bound up with each other; unable to get away? Is it because of the stupid games they seem to be playing; the anger and insulting behavior between them?

Is it because the hostess is seducing their guest in front of both partners, and even takes him out of the room?

Is it the impotence of the guest…?

…The death of an imaginary child?

Is this her way to tell me ‘It is time for this game to end’? Already?

Or am I looking for something that isn’t there, and is this really one of the things she always wanted to do, without deeper intentions?

I look at her; her face doesn’t show anything except the excitement of watching this play.

Afterward, we have another glass of wine, and she tells me it was wonderful. “It was so much better than I had imagined! The actors were great, of course, but what a story!”

Confused by what I have seen, still unsure if here are hidden intentions in bringing me to this specific play, I am uncertain if I should continue playing the ‘attentive partner’. But all worries are pushed aside when she kisses me – we were still ‘in the game!’ With my arm around her waist, I ask for her vision on the play; her explanation of some parts I didn’t really get; and she is very eager to talk about it.

***

My wife and I, we are a classical story; experiment ran out of hand. Party, pregnancy, angry family, forced marriage, financial problems.

Hilly is the one with brains so she continued school while I had to start working as a bricklayer to earn some money. No future as an architect for me; no creativity. I do what I am told – that’s my job; that’s what I’m being paid for.

I was jealous, watching my friends fooling around, one girl after the other, drinking, sexing, night after night. I had lost all this by one stupid moment of thinking ‘Nothing will happen to us; it is only one time and nothing happens the first time.’

I was jealous at Hilly, going back to her books every evening, while I had to cook, wash, clean the house and replace diapers, next to my exhausting fulltime day-job.

Evenings were meant for studying and house holding; no dinner nights, movies, bars or discotheques. Besides, there were better things to spend our money on – Roger, for example.

We didn’t blame each other – neither of us had wanted this, but such is life. And now, neither of us would want it any other way. We both love Roger, and now we love Laura too of course. We are in this together! Til death do us part! ***

I ask if she wants another glass of wine, but she declines and tells me we’d better move on. So again, I’m following her directions, which now brings us to a hotel parking.

She has a room… My God, she has booked a room! She is really taking this serious!

She knows I will have to leave in a couple of hours, and yet, she booked a hotel room!

I follow her and once we are alone in the elevator, we do what elevators are meant for – we put our arms around each other, lips to lips, and we unite in a tong-twisting kiss. She tastes heavenly, she smells heavenly, she feels heavenly, and I wish I knew where the ‘Stop’ button was… or actually, I wish I had the guts to use it.

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“May I borrow some salt, please?”

Bianca Jackson pulled up to the cabin. As she turned off the engine she leaned back and closed her eyes briefly, allowing the silence to speak. With a sigh she finally stirred from the vehicle. It was late afternoon, about three o’clock, yet there was a nip in the air. It was always like this at Holywell National Park located high in the hills above the city of Kingston. The forty five minute drive had been a breeze as usual. The last time she had been here was just a few weeks before with a group of rambunctious grade ten students for a study weekend. It was very rare that she ended up being here on her own. She had been coming here for years now and had always been promising herself a getaway outside of her job. Finally she was now able to fulfill said promise. She walked to the trunk and popped it open. She lifted out her suitcase first of all, lugging it to the front door of cabin three. She then went back for the box of food supplies she had stopped to get in Liguanea. She knew that she would be going back with at least half of it when the week was up but it was always good to have more than less.

She slammed the trunk down before hefting the box into her arms and placing it beside the suitcase. Her final trip to the car was to retrieve her laptop and purse as well as the key she had collected from the ranger station at the front gate. The brief exercise caused her to break into a light sweat in spite of the chilly temperature. She fanned her face briefly, tossing her black, waist length box braids behind her in the process. She took another moment to lean against her car and take in the view beneath her. Her light brown eyes had a hint of sadness about them as she lost herself for a few moments. She pulled her jeans jacket a little closer around her as a strong gust of wind whipped her hair around. Her eyes contrasted perfectly with her light brown skin which was often said to be the shade of French vanilla. She was an average person with average weight and height. She was no raving beauty to write home about in her opinion. But others saw a curvaceous buxom woman who looked at least ten years younger than her actual forty.

With a sigh she walked up the steps to the cabin once more and opened the door. With much effort she got her belongings in and proceeded to unpack. She stocked the kitchen as well as set up her laptop. Wireless was non-existent but she had taken along several movies to keep her entertained. She looked around at the open space in the loft like layout of the cabin. Yes. This would suit her for the week. Up here there was no one to look at her pityingly, no one to tell her that she was better off without him, no one to tell her that she should pick up her life and move on. Up here she could just be herself, wounded and limping. She could cry if she wanted to and there would be no one around that she would need to hide it from. She glanced at the fireplace and realized there was no wood. Roger had told her that if she needed she simply had to come by the station and get some. The walk and exercise would do her good anyway. She locked up the cabin and began the five minute walk to the station. ***

Derron Williams frowned as he saw the car in the shared parking space. He had been looking forward to having the property all to himself which was one of the reasons he had opted to check in during the week. He brought his pickup to a stop as close to the door of Cabin two as was possible. He took a deep breath in before he got out and started to unload. He was a lanky fellow just a little over six feet. His complexion was almost the shade of charcoal and bore evidence to his maroon heritage. The most striking thing about him were his grey eyes which contrasted sharply with his complexion. He slammed the door shut as he retrieved his belongings and headed up the steps to the front door of cabin two. This break was a long time coming. The funeral had taken place over two weeks ago but with all the things to be sorted out among he and his siblings he had only just managed to slip away for the well needed solitude.

At age forty two he was the youngest of his mother’s six children yet somehow the brunt of the burden of the past two months had fallen on him. He had shouldered it like the man he was and his mother was buried and at rest. To hell with the rest of his deadbeat family. They thought he was a veritable gold mine because he was the most educated and had the best of jobs among them. He thought that family was family and should stick together through thick and thin, no matter what. The last straw had been his brother hinting at the fact that he had little need for any part of the insurance money which had been left in the will and they could just split it five ways. He had seen red and simply taken his share and kicked them out of his house where they had all been staying. Holywell was his oasis. He had been coming here since he was a child and could still remember the first time he had spent the night camping.

He sighed again as he lugged his things into the cabin. Immediately he plugged in the refrigerator and gave it a few minutes before loading it with the supplies he had brought. He was ümraniye escort anxious to take a quick walk along his favorite trail before it got dark. With that being said he locked up the cabin and headed down the trail that started below cabin three.

Bianca huffed and puffed as she made the trek back to her cabin with an ample supply of firewood in tow. She had managed to work up a sweat and had since removed her jacket to reveal her well toned arms. The jacket tied around her waist managed to emphasize her tiny waist and broad hips which swung with each step she took. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the cabins come into view and got a new burst of energy. She just wanted to get into her cabin. She frowned briefly as she passed the truck that was now parked next to her car. So she was going to have a neighbor after all. Well no biggie. As long as they didn’t get into her space she would be fine. She climbed the steps and dropped her load rather unceremoniously in front of the door. She quickly opened up and with some effort managed to get the logs inside. Just as she was closing the door she heard footsteps. The sound seemed to be getting nearer and nearer so she stepped onto the veranda waiting expectantly, thinking it was one of the rangers who usually came to check up on her. As the figure rounded the bend she opened her mouth in greeting. It froze on her lips as the person she came face to face with was certainly not a park ranger.

Derron felt as if the life was coming back into his body. The short walk had done him good and he was feeling revived. He rounded the corner of the trail back up to the cabin and made eye contact with one of the most gorgeous women he had seen in a long time. She was absolutely stunning. She looked to be about five feet six or so and was curvy in all the right places just as he liked them. Her skin was light which was further emphasized by the black tank top she wore. He felt her eyes on him as he approached. She was standing on the verandah of cabin three so she must be the neighbor. As he walked by he lifted his hand in greeting.

“Hi.”

“Hello.” She abruptly turned and walked inside the cabin, waiting until he had passed by completely before closing the door.

Derron frowned briefly then shrugged. It seemed as if his neighbor wanted her privacy as much as he wanted his. He made his way up to his cabin and entered quickly, closing the door behind him as his neighbor had done. ***

With the dark came the chill typical of the mountains and chilly it was indeed. Bianca had showered just as the sun started to set and padded around in sweats and socks. She had the oven going as she made macaroni and cheese from scratch while the stove top sizzled with four pieces of chicken. She had a bottle of Smirnoff Black Ice chilling in the freezer and some R and B playing softly from her lap top. She hummed along with the tunes as she lifted the chicken out of the pan and put it to drain. Her Mac and Cheese needed about five minutes more. Her stomach rumbled in anticipation. She went over to the fireplace to start the fire in the meantime and had a blaze going by the time the oven timer went off. Just as she pulled the Mac and Cheese out of the oven and sprinkled extra cheese just the way she like it she heard a knock on the door. She glanced at her watch. It was after nine. Only the rangers would be patrolling at this time. She anticipated that either Roger or Donovan was checking up on her. She flung the door open with a grin, preparing to share an extra plate for her visitor. The smile slid from her face to be replaced by bewilderment as she recognized her neighbor.

Derron stood looking down at the woman who was even more beautiful close up. He could smell a slight hint of cherries and could only surmise that it was the scent of her body wash. Her brown eyes stared up at him questioningly.

“Yes?”

“Hi again. I’m really sorry to bother you. I just realized that I came all the way form Kingston with not a pinch of salt. Do you have any that I could borrow maybe?”

“Ummm sure. Come in and close the door please. I just got the fire started.”

Derron stepped in and did as instructed. As he waited by the doorway he took in the cabin. The layout was similar to his with the exception of the partition between the bedroom and the living space in his. This was an open floor plan. He sniffed the air and felt his stomach rumble. He had fallen asleep earlier and had awakened just a few minutes before to find the cabin in cold darkness. The quickest thing he could think of was rice with something out of a tin. In his rummage he had realized that he was lacking the one essential ingredient necessary to every kitchen. Now having a neighbor would come in handy after all. And here he was.

Bianca sneaked looks at her neighbor as she looked for the salt as slowly as possible. Up close he was drop dead gorgeous. Those eyes! It had been a total shock to see him up close. Finally she located the extra packet that she knew she had brought ‘just in case’. She walked over to him and stretched it out.

“Thanks ummm…” he paused waiting for her to fill in her name.

“Bianca.”

“Thanks kartal escort again Bianca. I’m Derron. By the way, where did you get the firewood? I don’t see any in my cabin.”

“I went by the ranger station earlier when I got here. I could give you a few pieces if you like.”

“I would certainly like. I think I’m going to have to drag a mattress to the fireside later. I’d forgotten how chilly it can be up here even in the summer.”

“Oh? Do you come here often?”

“I used to come at least twice a year but then I’ve gotten a little busy. I made up my mind that I was taking this break for the week though. I needed it.” There was a tinge of sadness in his voice that tugged at Bianca who was always ready to empathize.

“I come her e a few times per year myself. I’m a teacher and I find that it’s a good spot to have study weekends with my kids. I was here just a few weeks ago actually. Like you, I decided that I needed some time alone.” She couldn’t help the sadness that was now evident in her voice.

Derron looked down at her and saw his pain mirrored. Without thinking the next words flew out of his mouth.

“That chicken sure smells good. It beats the rice and tinned mackerel I was about to whip up.”

Bianca looked up at him with a slightly amused roll to her eyes. She knew a hint when she heard one. She cocked her head to the side and looked him up and down. It couldn’t hurt. Company would be nice.

“I do have enough for four . I was planning to warm up for lunch tomorrow. You’re more than welcome to join me.”

“Do I have time to grab a quick shower? Less than five minutes. I promise.”

“Sure. I’ll set the table in the meantime.”

Derron dashed out of the door and into his cabin while Bianca made ready for her surprise dinner guest. As promised he was back in five minutes, showered and bearing a package. He entered to find Bianca putting the platter of chicken in the center. She also had two bottles of Smirnoff ice out in a bowl with ice. He placed the package on the counter carefully and Bianca looked at it enquiringly.

He smiled and she felt her heart somersault. “Dessert.”

They ate in relative silence as the immediate need was to assuage the physical hunger. It wasn’t until sometime later that they sat in the living area by the fire. Derron had cut brought over two huge slices of cheesecake and they dug in happily. The conversation flowed as they shared a bit about their backgrounds and professions. Derron was the first to break the ice when he spoke about his mother’s death. Bianca then felt obligated to share regarding her recent divorce. It was nearly one in the morning before they called it a night.

And thus it went on for the next couple of days. They shared meals cooked by one or the other and took hikes along the many park trails. Bianca’s laptop came in handy for the rainy afternoons as they entertained themselves.

One afternoon in particular it had been raining quite heavily and they had been caught on a trail in the downpour. They had hightailed it back to the cabins and had piled into Bianca’s. She had immediately started stripping out of her wet clothes and was almost on the verge of ripping off her tank top and sweats before she remembered that she had a guest. She had apologized and grabbed some dry clothes from her suitcase and headed to the bathroom. It hadn’t been soon enough as Derron had already caught sight of the pink thong she was wearing. He felt his cock lurch in response as he took a deep breath.

“Down boy. This is not a playground.”

He sighed as he stepped back onto the verandah and ran over to his cabin. He too needed to get out of his wet clothes. As he undressed he realized that the damage was done as he had a full blown erection. He had known that he was flirting with danger the more time he spent with Bianca. She oozed sex appeal although she seemed strangely unaware of it. The ex boyfriend had really done a number on her self esteem. He headed to the shower, not bothering to turn on the heater. The cold water did the trick. As he stepped out of the shower he heard her calling across the clearing. He went out on the verandah to see her standing on hers wearing nothing but short shorts and another tank top. She seemed to have a mother lode of them.

“Who’s cooking tonight?”

“I am. What do you want?”

“That depends on what you have. Anything other than tinned mackerel and rice please. I’ll bring the drinks and the dessert.”

“See you later. I’m going to take a nap.”

“Me too.” And with that said she disappeared into the cabin.

A few moments later Derron did likewise. The rain continued on into the evening and the result was a night that was cooler than usual. That morning Derron had driven over to the ranger station and had gotten enough firewood for both cabins while Bianca had prepared breakfast. As a result he had a roaring fire going by the time she came over for dinner. He had decided to go all out tonight and heed her request to stay away from rice and mackerel. He had potatoes baking in the oven and ripe plantains fried up and waiting. He had steamed two huge fish and the scent warmed maltepe escort the cabin. As soon as he had gotten the table set there was a knock on the door. He turned off the oven and stove.

“It’s open!”

Bianca entered the cabin and sniffed the air appreciatively.

“Smells like someone put on the bells and whistles.” She sidled over to the counter to relieve herself of her burden. She had whipped up a chocolate mousse for dessert along with a pineapple upside down cake from a box. Given the limitations of the cabin something was better than nothing.

As she reached out to put the mousse down it slipped slightly. To prevent it from falling she clutched it and inevitably left a smear on her t-shirt. She looked down at it in dismay, holding the sticky fabric away from her.

“I gotta go change. Be right back.”

“Why bother. I can lend you one of my shirts if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind.”

He led her behind the partition to where he kept his suitcase and rummaged in it for a suitable shirt. He handed it to her and left her to get changed. As she took off the shirt she realized that some of the chocolate had already soaked through to her bra. That had to come off as well. She changed quickly and came back to the dining area.

Derron looked up as she came around and he felt that familiar twitch in his groin yet again. Not only did she look spectacular wearing his shirt, he could tell that she wore nothing but his shirt by the unmistakable jiggle of her chest. He swallowed hard and tried to concentrate on everything but the somersaults his cock was hell bent on doing. Somehow he managed to get dinner on the table and they ate in relative silence. After dinner they retired to the fire which he had started. As they sat sipping and talking there was a strange sound. Before they knew it there was a loud crash and then darkness. The unmistakable sound of rain began to beat on the roof. The summer freak storm was not unusual. But having it at night was a bit inconvenient. The light from the fireplace illuminated the space.

Bianca started to tremble. “I really hate the dark.” She breathed deeply as sense of panic started to sweep over her.

Derron slid over to her. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

She turned and gripped his arm tightly. “Please don’t leave me.”

“I won’t. I won’t. Let’s get closer to the fire.” He stood and helped her to her feet. The mattress that he had placed there since his arrival now came in rather handy as they sat. instinctively he put his arms around her and she snuggled a little closer to him, breathing deeply. He rubbed her back comfortingly and she closed her eyes to revel in the feeling.

Derron felt her begin to relax and sighed. It had been a long time since he had had a beautiful woman in his arms such as this one. He shifted slightly so that she could lean into his embrace. He sat perpendicular to her and opened his arms. She leaned into him like a homing pigeon finding home. He felt her unrestrained breasts press against his chest and his cock responded yet again. He swallowed hard. He was fast approaching a point of not caring what happened next.

Bianca felt herself begin to let go of her shyness and inhibitions the moment she leaned into Derron. He felt so good! She sighed deeply as her cheek pressed against his chest. Slowly her hands crept around his waist and she felt the arms with which he held her tighten imperceptibly. She heard him swallow and looked up at him in the flickering light. He was looking down at her wit h those eyes of his.

They couldn’t be sure who had made the first move. But a few moments later their lips met. Bianca sat up on her knees as Derron leaned forward to deepen the kiss. She leaned back slowly, taking him with her until they were lying on the mattress. Her thighs parts of their own volition and she groaned as she felt his weight settle between them. She gasped at the unmistakable evidence of his arousal which pulsed against her belly. She felt his hand creep up underneath the shirt she wore and unerringly find a swollen nipple. He squeezed it gently and she gasped as her pussy began to flutter in response. He pulled back just long enough to tug the shirt over her head along with his. He pressed his bare chest to hers as he found her lips once more. His tongue pressed urgently against hers as their moans began to fill the room. She rolled her hips slightly and felt him press into her in response. Again he rolled away. This time to relieve her of her sweats and panties. He disrobed likewise before pressing his body onto hers yet again. He bent his head and took one hard nipple into his mouth, causing her back to arch. His hand traveled down her belly to the juncture of her thigh and found her swollen clitoris begging for attention. He stroked it gently and heard her moan loudly and roll her hips, begging for more. His fingers slipped lower and found her pussy wet and running over with her juice. That was his undoing. He had wanted to go slowly but he had to have her and he had to have her now. He rolled back between her thighs and with a trembling hand placed his cock at her entrance. He pushed in slowly. Fuck! She was so tight! Instinctively Bianca spread her thighs even wider, pulling up her knees in the process. He slipped in further. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist to pull him fully into her. She gasped as she felt him fill her completely. He was so big!

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The Auditions were going poorly. I had cast my Knights. I had cast my Lords. I had cast my Clergy. I had cast my King Edward and my Prince of Wales. But I could NOT find a good match for Richard himself. I needed an actor with confidence. An actor with a force of personality, with Gravitas, an actor who could not merely play Richard on a stage, but one who could BECOME Richard.

Okay, really I mostly just needed ONE male actor who could tear his eyes from my K-cup breasts for long enough to read a line.

As the next one stepped up to the stage I snickered as I read his name.

“Uh, Richard, you will be reading for the part of Richard. From the beginning of the monologue on page 10.”

He began to recite:

“Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York;
And all the clouds that lowered upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments,
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front,
And now, instead of mounting barbèd steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady’s chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamped, and want love’s majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature,
Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them–
Why I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to see my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity.
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determinèd to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
By drunk prophecies, libels, and dreams,
To set my brother Clarence and the king
In deadly hate the one against the other;
And if King Edward be as true and just
As I am subtle, false, and treacherous,
This day should Clarence closely be mewed up
About a prophecy which says that G
Of Edward’s heirs the murderer shall be.
Dive, thoughts, down to my soul — here Clarence comes”

He was no great actor, but he didn’t seem quite as impressed with my chest as the previous students. I self-consciously adjusted my bra; was I losing my allure?

“Thank you! You’ve got the part! You read Richard well, Richard.” I scowled. “This could get confusing. Can I call you Dick?” I asked.

He smirked playfully, “I seem to be hearing that word a lot lately, but I haven’t actually been called that.”

What was all that about?

“Oh well. Richard it is then. Go over there to Anna and Tiffany and have them get you costumed.”

“Yes Ma’am!” He quipped, snapping a sharp salute before heading over to join the two girls. As the three of them went backstage, I noticed them all ogling one another the way that high schoolers will. Maybe I was losing my touch to younger women; the way the boys now seem to like everything so curve-less these days. Tiffany had black hair like mine, but was barely adequate in her upturned, perky DD’s. Blond Anna was even worse, super-slight with barely any chest at all. They were getting more attention then me?

As I auditioned other students for lesser parts I could hear a little more giggling than usual coming from behind the costume-room door. Eventually the two girls came running out of the costume room door, their facial expressions a confusing mix of shock, amusement…and something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

“W-we have a problem!” Tiffany giggled.

“What is it, girls?” I asked.

“Well… we don’t have the right clothes for him.” Said Anna, blushing deeply.

“He seems average enough. Maybe a slightly strapping build, but most of the costumes tend towards the taller anyway.”

“yes, but…” Tiffany tried, Anna had to help her to finish. “It’s the codpiece ma’am. W-we…” And now she trailed off into a blush The two stayed silent a moment then looked at each other and exclaimed in unison, “We can’t find one even CLOSE to big enough!”

I couldn’t help but laugh, colossal breasts jiggling. “Oh now girl’s, he probably just got a stiffie from you taking his measurements. Inseams will do that to a boy.” I explained.

They shook their heads.

I covered for the fact that I was suddenly curious, and a little aroused myself by rolling my eyes. “All right then, maltepe escort let’s go check on the situation.” As we walked towards the backstage the two talked.

“I can’t believe how he’s bigger than all those small boys.” Said Tiffany. I smirked,

“Now girls there are no small parts, only small actors.” I told her.

“And small actors WITH small parts…” Said Anna. “Then there’s Richard… His part is just HUGE!” She said as we rounded the corner.

And oh, dear god, it was. Richard was waiting patiently in the sewing room, form eased back in one of the cushy chairs, a leg thrown up over the arm of it, leg’s splayed to show his unfathomably magnificent treasures. He was wearing a codpiece, but the girls were right, this was not merely the difference between a medium and a large. Richard’s cock was coiled up on itself in an uncomfortable looking little patch of leather. Even if it had been large enough to cover the loops of meat, which it was not, there was still the problem of his balls, a pendulous pair of prick-plumbs that swung lazily over the edge of his seat, fat and heavy looking like a two huge oranges in a leather sack.

“Great Shakespeare’s Ghost!” I gasped, eyes shooting wide as if they were unable to fit all that lay before them at their normal circumference.

“What?” Said Richard, playing it off all innocent despite the mischief that played behind his eyes.

“Y-y-y-y-you’re c-c-co-penis is–”

He interrupted me. “It’s okay ma’am, you can say cock. I’ve heard it before.”

“Your cock is a fucking monster, Richard. What are we going to do with you?”

“Well, if you do what the last couple of people to notice that fact did, then you’ll probably be… oh what does Shakespeare call it…?…oh, making the best with two back with me in no time.”

The idea had appeal… but I was his teacher. I had decorum to maintain. I grabbed a stack of scripts.

“Let’s do a little rehearsal shall we?” I suggested. He shrugged as I handed out the play to him and both girls, the four of us playing different characters surrounding Richard III’s scenes as needed. As we read, I began to understand how my poor students felt trying to read their lines around me. Even as my mouth said the words, my eyes kept drifting back to that fat long rope of un-containable cock that my lead actor was sporting, my mouth going a little dry at the sight, my nipples perking up.

“Ma’am, there’s something I don’t understand.” Said Richard.

“Yes?” I asked.

“In the play Richard III is a hunchback and all messed up and stuff. Why did you cast me for that?”

I smiled. “It’s a question of artistic vision, hon. When Shakespeare wrote these plays, he was doing so for Queen Elizabeth, whose bloodline beat out Richard’s family for the throne in the war of the roses. To mollify her, he had to make Richard out to be a monster so that she’d feel better about her position in the world.”

“Oh.” He said, looking a little bored at the long lecture.

I stood up as I continued my little monologue. “I wanted my Richard to be tall. Strong. Handsome. A realistic portrayal of all the man might have been without Shakespeare’s pandering to his queen. My Richard should feel confident, happy, and in command at all times.” I now stood, tits just inches from Richard’s seated form.

“Tell me Richard… do you feel confident and happy? How about powerful?”

“Um…Uh….I….” He stammered as his whole field of vision was consumed in the view of my cleavage, pilowy titflesh inviting his lust.

“Well that doesn’t sound very powerful to me. Girls, we have to help him!” I exclaimed, clapping my hands, making my tits ripple.

“Let us rehearse a few scenes that are not in the script so that Richard feels more comfortable in his role.”

Tiffany and Anna looked at one another and shrugged, putting down their booklets and awaiting my direction.

“Now Tiffany, you will be the Duchess of York, and Anna, you’re Lady Anne-Neville. Both your husbands are dead by direct or indirect action of Richard here, and you hate him for it. But somehow….” And here I needed to make no more explanation as their eyes crawled up and down Richard’s gorgeous body, meaty ball-sack, and the super-sized scepter that bulged powerfully behind the codpiece, “… you find yourselves drawn to him. Today you’ve come to confront Richard for his crimes and avenge your husbands. But perhaps Richard’s…. power will overcome you.”

The two nodded.

“Scene.” I said, the command launching my actors into motion.

Tiffany and Anna closed their eyes a moment, getting into character and then both looked up at the pretender to the throne.

“Richard! We…hast come here to confront thee with thy, um, dark crimes!” Anna nobly attempted.

“Gadzooks! Thy member is huge!” Tiffany added, eyes down and wide.

“So is yon noble-woman’s breasts!” Richard retorted, sweeping his hand wide to indicate me. I hissed at him. “I’m not in maltepe escort bayan the scene Richard!”

“Right!” He nodded. “Um… I have committed no crimeths good and hot ladies.” His butchery of Shakespearean English could not be more painful.

“You murdered our husbands!” Anna shot back, her rage seeming genuine, pointing her fingers accusingly. She was a good actress, why had I stuck her on costumes instead of casting her?

“Thou dost thinketh me hot?” Asked Tiffany, angling those DD’s in his direction. Anna punched Tiffany’s arm only increasing the visibility of those now-jiggling breasts.

“I thinketh thy milkfruits are hot!” Richard said.

Clearly this scene needed more direction.

“Richard, you’re the KING. If you like her…um…milkfruits…so much, get them out for yourself..” Richard nodded and abruptly tore Tiffany’s blouse with a stage-whispered ‘sorry’ as he did so. I goaded him further. “She’s your fallen enemy’s widow. Those breasts are your spoils of war! Suck on them!”

Richard put out his long-fingered hands and palmed the firm young tits, lifting them both slightly as he leaned down and started licking their surface, saving the areolas then the nipples for last. Anna looked a little lost now, but teacher was here to help.

“Help your king out his codpiece and the other widow out of her pants” I told her, watching with growing interest as Anna first stripped herself, then got down and removed the inadequate codpiece and bulging tights from Richard’s legs. She followed this up by unpinning Tiffany’s skirt, revealing a beautiful purple thong beneath. She hooked her fingers into those, but I stopped her.

“No no. Those will be removed at the right time.” I said. Tiffany was purring now, stroking Richard’s hair as he feasted on her ripe tits, lapping and sucking them, her nipples now poking up at full hardness in response. But then, my nipples were hard too and so were Anna’s. What she lacked in breast meat she made up for in these long pink nipples that even I almost found myself wanting to suck.

Speaking of sucking, “Tiffany, to your knees, your King’s cock is going woefully unsucked! You must resolve this!” She sunk to her knees, grabbing at the base of Richard’s enormous prong, then put hand over hand until she was close enough to the tip to lift it to her mouth. She held only about six inches in her hand and mouth, but what she lacked in depth she made up for in enthusiasm, drooling all over his flaring cockhead, tongue lapping it from all sides. She moaned and mewed, slurping heaps of affection on to the turgid rod.

“Anna! You ought to be ashamed! Do you see those poor heavy balls just aching to be sucked? How can you ignore their needs!?” Anna blushed, her whole body turning red as she also sunk to her knees, angling her body sideways to get at his low-dangling nutsack, gathering the endless folds of scrotum in both her hands, bringing the ostrich eggs towards her face, panting them in easter-patterns with her tongue, making Richard moan loud. The king put his hands and both women’s heads, stroking their black and blond hair as they worked his shaft and ball-bag. His cock had certainly taken notice, and what must have been the 19 inch monstrosity was now taking long thick shape, blood pumping through his massive veins as it throbbed up larger and larger

My own pussy couldn’t believe the majesty of the sight, and gushed a little in response.

Tiffany’s eyes met Anna’s from across the vast distance of Richard’s enormous shaft and she moved down to join her suck-sister, grunting slutily as she crammed Richard’s left ball into her mouth and fed Anna the right. His big fat balls were so huge that with even just one, their cheeks bulged and their jaws stretched. Richard through back his head in ecstacy as his cock slipped and slapped gently between them, then roared as they drew away from each other, each taking a ball with them, their faces a foot apart because he had so much droopy nutsack to spare for each tugged testicle.

Anna reached out and stroked Tiffany’s face, massaging Richard’s ball through the other girl’s cheek. Tiffany returned the gesture. Then the two reached up, each grasping the base of his now-hard colossal shaft. Even Anna’s longer fingers didn’t meet around it, and a preposterous amount of prickmeat still stuck out above their hands. Anna added a third hand and then Tiffany a fourth. I shook my head in amazement and crossed to join them, wrapping both fists around yet more cock. Richard smirked and put both his hands on two. Still a little bit escaped all of our grasps.

“Come on, teacher, don’t you wanna join in on this scene?”

I scowled at my own behavior with this student’s titanic tumescent shaft quivering hot in my grasp.

“Only for the sake of the scene. I shall be lady…” My mind moved furiously trying to come up with another character from the list of females in the play.. “I shall be Queen…” No, there were none of them left to choose maltepe escort bayan from who would make sense. “I’ll be…” I paused blinking, the girls looking goop at me with their adorable cheeks stuffed full of fat ball-meat, Richard’s stretched baggy scrotum dangling between them like so much pulled taffy.

“Oh fuck it!” I decreed, plunging my head down suck his head into my mouth. That was a task! His flared cock-knob was so wide it was a little like trying to get a doorknob into a can of soda. But with a little straining and an audible popping noise, I managed to get it in, reaching out with my greedy tongue to hook swallow after swallow of gooey precum right from his spunk-slit.

Richard was clearly in heaven… I could only imagine that this might be the first time he’d had his whole cock covered by anything at once, and the sensation of my mouth, all 8 our hands, and the two girl’s mouths might have been a bit overwhelming. I felt his cock pulse and he threw his head back with a loud, lewd moan, shamelessly enjoying the ball-sucking, cock-slurping jack-off session he was in the midst of.

But not on my watch! I pulled off of the tasty prick and quickly wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “Down girls! Tug down on them so he can’t cum yet! We’re not through with him yet, are we?”

They obeyed, dropping almost all the way to the floor his overtaxed nut-sack nearly reaching that far it was so capacious. I could only imagine that his ball sack must have gotten so long from the sheer weight of those stones inside it. The boy had big nuts, this I could admit to myself. Richard grimaced and groaned under the mix of pleasure and pain he was getting and even whimpered a little from the release denied. I leaned over and whispered in his ear,

“Don’t whine deary, imagine how good it’s gonna feel when you get to empty them!” And grabbed his wrists, moving his hands to my blouse, starting him on uncorking the top button while I toyed with his cock, rubbing my palm over the head, spreading his precum around to lubricate him with a gleaming sheen. I reached my spermy hand down and stroked Tiffany’s cheek with it, leaving a nasty goo on her. Anna was quick to spit Richard’s huge hanger out to come and lick it off, the girls turning to tongue each other, swapping and smearing the liquid around like it was their catnip.

“Anna, get up here and suck his cock. Now.” I directed, loving the role of dick dictator. Anna seemed wary, but raised up and gave it her all, requiring on a little manipulation from me, guiding her head to get his fat cocktop into her maw. Anna nursed and suckled the huge cock while I went down to join Tiffany. Together we spiraled our heads around his colossal, dangling sack, swabbing it with our tongues, trading licks and kisses as we passed each other from different angles. Tiffany got behind him slurped along the back of his ball sack, licking every inch up it, sliding her tongue across his taint and then into the crack of his muscled bottom Richard gave a yelp and then moaned, a thick sheen of precum suddenly spilling from Anna’s lips as he gave it up.

“Never had that done before, huh?” I grinned. “Do you want her to stop?” Richard shook his head, and the three of us worked him over this way a while. Anna bobbing her head on his cock, me licking and slurping the huge balls and caressing them with my tits, Tiffany making hungry slurping noises at his ass, giving him the rim-job of a lifetime. His balls tried to go off again, but I looped my hand around the saggy sack, deny him release again as I pulled Tiffany up with me to join Anna at the cockhead.

“Okay, one pull each, then pass it on. We’re sharing. Whoever can go deepest gets first fuck.” I announced.

Obeying my command we passed the cock woman to woman to woman, each of us throwing our faces down and deep. I’m damned good and got about 8 inches in on my best go, and Tiffany could only manage 6, barely more than the head of a rod as immense as his. But Anna was a nasty little slut, gagging hard and tearing up as she forced ten fat inches all the way into her horny throat, neck bulging obscenely from the mind-mashing width of his ultra-girthy wang.

“Where did you learn that you little slut!?” I demanded After she unthroated him and gasped out a huge wad of pre-cum she answered. “Tony’s got one this big.” She explained, holding her hand down to the ten-inch mark on Richard’s cock.

“Hm. If I hadn’t met Richard to day, I’d be all over that. You never know who’ll get one I guess. Teach me how later?”

She nodded, then reminded me of my earlier promise. “Right. So you said I get to be the first to ride this beast?”

“So I did. Richard, stand up. Anna, put your ass on that table over there. Tiff and I are going beneath.” The two obeyed and I pulled Tiffany to crawl on her hands and knees under the table with me, so we were staring at Richard’s powerfully built legs and magnificent balls. We couldn’t see what happened next from this vantage point, but we could guess from Anna’s almost anguished cry, her fists and heels pounding the table as her tiny little ‘tang was spread wide on the impossible cockhead. Her thumps got harder, then softer as he angled forward more and more, his obscene phallus sinking deeper and deeper.

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Days later, I was lying on my bed with a towel around me after a shower. The fresh air got to my loins, and soon my cock was rampant. I leaned down and reached down under the bed for my stash of porn magazines. Under the bed, surely no one could possibly look there in an illicit search for sexual contraband. They had belonged to my older brother who had left them to me years ago as his wife to be, didn’t want them in her new house. They were all left to me, in pristine condition and in order.

I pulled up the magazine from the top of the pile expecting to see my latest favourite model. Instead, it was an older publication that had somehow moved to the top of the collection.

Any porn in a storm, I thought and began Idly flick through the magazine until I came to the’ letters page.’ The page had been dog marked recently, and my suspicions were immediately aroused. I read each and every letter, and the one that stood out was about a guy who stole panties from his neighbours washing line. Sally!

Sally burst through the door full of vitality.

“I want a word with you,” I declared summing up the courage to confront her about her invasion into my privacy.

“Sorry I forgot to tell you, Gemma can’t go on a date until after her exams, after that she’s yours.”

“Oh!” I reacted in shock, thinking I would never get a date with Gemma.

“She’s going to give you something special for your birthday,” Sally teased with a wink.

She thwarted my attack immediately as dreams of Gemma saturated my mind. I was soon broken out of my reverie when Sis asked, “What was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

The invasion of my bedroom and the perusing of my magazines hardly seemed relevant now. The prospect of Gemma in my life corrupted my rational thought.

“Nothing,” I managed to say.

“Come on, you sounded quite threatening for a moment.”

Intoxicated by my newfound love gave me the confidence to interrogate more personal matters.

“Have you been looking at my magazines under my bed?”

Sally turned and blushed, “Guilty as charged,” she confessed gaily. “I only like to read the personal letters,” she quickly added.

“Yes, they’re great fun.” I ventured still a little uneasy talking sex with my sister.

“I’m sorry, I felt ever so guilty, reading them without your permission. I did think of asking you, but I’d thought you’d be embarrassed.”

“No, that’s okay, you can read them when you like,” I gallantly granted.

“Aww, thank you, but I’d still feel a bit, you know if you walked in while I was reading them.”

I ran the scene through my mind, me bursting into my bedroom, catching Sally all horny and wanton maybe to the point of playing with herself.

“You could borrow some if you like,” I offered to dispel the act of catching her horny.

“Thanks again but that would be like saying, hello bro, I’m feeling horny, can I borrow your porn?”

She had a point, and out of nowhere, I aired an idea, “Do you think we could read some together?”

“Yeah, that would be fun, its a date,” She merrily quantified and skipped off to her room.

Come Sunday afternoon Mother had ordered me to walk Sally home after her cheerleader rehearsals. I wondered why I had to do this as Sally was old enough to look after herself and had made it home alone after any other practice. It was a warm November afternoon, and I casually walked up to the sports ground. I could hear the girlie chants celebrating and encouraging the mythological wonders of our football team.

All the girls were going through their steps, and I sat in the stand and watched. They all had a tight red cheerleader uniform, very tight up top with the collage name emblazed across their pert youthful bahis firmaları breasts. All the girls were marching on the spot giving the occasional high kick in the air exposing their white panties for a twinkle of a second.

I always noticed this with a smidgen of embarrassment, especially now as Sally had made the cheerleader team. This time the panties were really getting to me, and I became aroused as I awaited each flash of those tight white flashes. I liked the brief flashes rather than the full-on exposures that I got now and then when the girls’ cartwheeled across the rest of the team. The kicks were my favourite along with the teasing flashes of their bottoms made with a deliberate flip of their sexy little skirt’s.

The girls would turn with their well-tanned athletic legs well parted and bend over rotating their upper body. Throwing out their arms, giving me a full view of their white panties stretched taut across their young unyielding ass’s.

Smutty thoughts crossed my mind about their firm breasts, just who’s wobbled the most and who’s just jiggled. Whose ass was the plumpest, whose legs did I prefer?

I studied them all, and the girls who were my sister’s friends were my favourites bar the girls who obviously had sweaty pussies. They couldn’t help but draw my eye. That slightly darkened patch in the gusset of their panties sodden with moisture mesmerised me. It was difficult to see who had the sweaty gusset and who was in a light that made them look nice and moist, but as the practice went on and they sweated more, it was a good deal easier to tell. The thought of their wet, sweaty panties making their pussies easier to slip into aroused me no end.

My thoughts wondered if they were the same style I was wearing that Halloween night. Then I realised. They were my sister’s cheerleader panties. That thought brought an extra twitch to my already hard cock. I had worn that style of panties! They all had white panties on; something I had never gave a thought to before. Of course, white panties were a part of the uniform and were supposed to flash out brightly from under that dark red pleated skirt.

I wondered why Mother would pick Sally’s cheerleader panties for me to wear? Did it coincide with Mother wanting to walk Sally home as well?

This niggled at my conscience but was soon forgotten as I made my panty study more concentrated. I homed in on my favourite girl, Gemma flaunting her big boobs and long legs. Her hair was long and dyed blood red. She had an elfin face that had a permanently inviting smile, which instantly relaxed a shy boy like me and made her open to engaging with.

I always got to have friendly chats with her when she was at our house as I did most of Sally’s friends. In truth, they were the only girls that had time for me.

There was a tinge of studying forbidden fruit as Gemma flashed her tight little panties, but I couldn’t help the overriding arousal that went with it.

The whole team bent over and flashed their panties by teasingly flicking and lifting their skirts, but this time I noticed Gemma smiling and looking back at me.

A shrill whistle quickly brought everyone to attention, and the whole team stood up and relaxed.

“Excuse me?” Cried a loud female voice from the sidelines. It was the team coach a thirty-something lady attired in a tracksuit top, team skirt with her hair fiercely tied back. She was there to train and not entice the likes of me.

“What are you doing? She aggressively asked.

“Waiting.”

“For what?” she forcefully

interrogated.

“Misses Kelly, Misses Kelly!” I heard Sally shout as she jaunted toward us.

“Sorry, Miss Kelly, but that’s my brother, he’s been instructed to take me home,” kaçak iddaa Sally gasped between her heaving breaths.

“Really?” said Miss Kelly Sternly, “Well, could you please wait elsewhere.

“Would it be alright if he waited in the changing hut, it won’t be for long.” Suggested Sally.

Miss Kelly looked at me with all the suspicions of a Jew with a foreskin before eventually giving her consent.

“Okay then, but just sit and wait.” She instructed and begrudgingly handed over the keys to the changing hut. With that, she turned to her team and shouted, “let’s go girls from the top.”

Sally laughed and looked at me, “Lucky you! Getting to sit amongst all those girly clothes,” she laughed, “just wait, you know where my clothes and hanged.”

I unlocked the door and gingerly stepped into the changing hut. There was a sweetly perfumed air about the place mixed with the slight sweat of clothes that had been worn all day and disinfectant emanating from the floor.

I found Sally’s clothes and sat down a little embarrassed to see her hanging bra, panties and blouse. I looked to the side, feeling wildly out of place wondering what the girls outside were thinking about me wandering amongst their clothes. It was like being in Santa’s grotto, and I walked around for ages taking in the lingerie delights. It was easy to see whose clothes belonged to who.

There was little Liz with her tight jumper and black slacks; the rebel Mandy with her torn jeans and of course Gemma with her sexy black pleated skirt, silk blouse and ample bra. Also hanging from her peg were two un-rolled stockings. Imagining Gemma in them caused me instant arousal, which was ill-timed as I heard the whistle being blown for the end of cheerleader practice.

I panicked and begged for my erection to relapse and rushed to the toilet to hide. I heard the girls come in with their high-pitched squeals of humour, chants and good-natured insults. To my horror, I could hear the acute high-pitched spit of the showers and the girls’ shrieks and wails of displeasure at the temperature of the water. I looked at the ceiling from my toilet cubical hiding place now turned prison and silently mouthed.” Fuck!”

I decided if I just stay put I was just waiting to be caught and so I thought it best to make a run for it and hope for the best. I sneaked out of the cubicle to the toilet doorway. The showers were to my right and in front of me. I peeked out from the door through the forest of hanging clothes and saw most of the cheerleaders naked drying themselves off in the drying area. There was a bevvy of cute bottoms as they faced away from me, oblivious as they chatted to each other while rubbing themselves down. One girl was pulling a towel back and forth between her legs to nobodies’ derision. There was the odd playful flip of a wet towel on some girls unsuspecting bottom, followed up by a cry and an act of naked revenge. I saw Gemma suddenly face me and caught a fleeting glimpse of her magnificent rack. She idly chatted while caressing her flawless body with a towel and I yearned to stay and watch.

This wasn’t the time to be caught as a peeping tom though, and when I thought they were all looking away, I ran for it.

The door slammed behind me, and I listened for any voices of abhorrence, but luckily none were forthcoming.

“So what did you think of our routine?” merrily asked Sally full of life as we made our way along the sidewalk home.

“Not bad.”

“You weren’t even watching, were you?”

“Oh yes I was, I can assure you of that,” I put right with a smile spreading across my face with the thought of all those flashing panties.

“Ha-ha, I bet you couldn’t take your eyes off Gemma?”

“You could say that, but there kaçak bahis were other things of note that caught my interest,” I smirked.

“Oh yeah! Like what?” Sally pressed.

“You’d never believe it,” I tormented.

“Really? Try me.”

A huge grin broke across my face, “I saw the lot of you naked in the shower!” I cheerfully confessed. Sally stopped in her tracks in disbelief.

“You what?”

“Yep! Me! I saw you all stark bollock naked in the drying area of the shower,” I boasted with an exposé designed to make her squirm to the maximum.

“You perv!” exclaimed Sally.

I quickly confessed as to why, “I didn’t want to, it’s just that you all rampaged in while I was in the toilets.”

Sally laughed, “I wondered where you had got too?” She said as the mortifying realisation that her body had been studied naked sunk in. “So who do you think has the best body in the cheerleader squad?” She quickly moved on, trying to make out that she was exempt from my perusing.

“Nobody! I was bloody terrified, I just had to get out of there before I got caught and expelled!”

“I thought you might have stolen Gemma’s panties,” You’re the number one suspect,” Sally declared out of the blue.

“What!” I cried in disbelief.

“Don’t sweat it,” Soothed Sally,” It happens all the time.”

“Your joking?’

“It’s true, nearly every week someone steals a pair of her panties, it got so bad that she always brings a second pair in reserve, so she doesn’t have to walk home sans panties,” Sally flatly told.

“But I’m innocent!” I cried.

“Innocent of what?” came an accusatory voice from behind. Sally and I looked around in fright.

“Gemma!” exclaimed Sally in relief; I was just telling James here about your phantom panty thief.

“Gemma laughed, “That’s good timing because the bastards only went and stolen another pair.”

“Another pair,” tittered Sally, “I was telling James that it’s becoming so regular you bring a reserve pair.”

“Not this time,” I forgot,” jovially remarked Gemma with an air of resignation in her voice.

“It’s getting a bit silly, I suppose you’ve got to wear your sweaty costume panties?”

“No, I gave them in to be washed,” lamented Gemma.

“So you’re” Sally’s voice trailed off replaced by an uneasy attempt to stop herself laughing.

“Go on say it,”

“So you’re on the street panty-less again!” laughed Sally.

“That’s right, and it’s a bit windy and cold to be without them at the moment.”

Sally continued to laugh where I was taken with the apparition in my head of walking beside a panty-less Gemma. I blushed for her as every skirt-lifting breeze was met with her hands boldly pushing down her attire so she didn’t show her naked under state.

“You’ve got to report it,” proposed Sally as I timed my pace, so I was just a fraction behind Gemma. My eyes locked on her skirt only covered bottom. She was always checking it was there because of the phantom hands of the breeze revealing her.

I found it hard to concentrate as she still had her stockings on. The image my x-ray eyes portrayed her with hosiery and no panties and left me struggling with an erection.

Gemma took the route to her house, and I watched her for as long as possible after we bid farewell. I willed a breeze or the draft from a passing vehicle to lift her skirt and let me see her ass. Surprisingly Sally watched with me, the two of us laughing as Gemma awkwardly walked down the road doing her hardest to keep modest. Her walk had changed as she somehow tried to keep her legs closer together, putting one foot across the other, giving her model on the catwalk gait. Every three steps, her hand would go behind and feel her ass just to make sure she was well covered.

“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” accused Sally while enjoying my same view.

“I don’t see you in a hurry to get away,”

“I’m waiting for you!”

“Sure, you are!”

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When Andrew came downstairs, Jake, still in pajamas was finishing breakfast. His mom was at the stove. She was in her night clothes, too.

“Good morning, dear.” She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. Andrew couldn’t believe how normal she looked. No one would ever think that she had spent a large part of the previous night in incestuous love with her older son. “Pour yourself some orange juice and milk. I’ll have these eggs done in a little bit.”

“OK.” Andrew tousled his brother’s hair. “How’s it going, dude?

Jake found a bit of grape jelly on his lips and licked it clean. “Hi, Andrew. Are you going with me to Tucker’s house?”

Their mother answered, “No, he’s got some chores to do. We’ll drop you off. Now, why don’t you get upstairs and bathe? I’ll be in to check on you in a few minutes and I’d better see lots of suds in that tub.”

“OK,” the twelve year old said as he scampered out. His feet stamped on the stairs as he bounded up them.

His mother took the skillet off the stove. She turned to her 18 year old son and took him in her arms. They shared a long deep kiss. His hand naturally went inside her fleece robe. He found her soft warm tit inside and caressed her. He felt the nipple stiffen as she sucked on his tongue.

Finally she pulled away from Andrew. He was disappointed and told her so.

“There’s time, later,” she said. Marilyn would have let her son continue, but she had other plans for the day.

“OK,” Andrew said. He knew he could trust his mother. After their first fuck on Christmas Eve and the follow up last night, he was willing to let her take the lead. At least for now. “What’s the plan.”

“Tucker’s mom called and asked if Jake wanted to come over for the day. Some of the boys next door are building a snow fort and he needs reinforcements for his own fort. Jake says that’s a great idea and I told her we’d drop him off.”

“So we’ve got the day together?” Andrew was liking the way she was talking.

“That’s right.”

Andrew gave her a hard hug and pressed his boner against her.

“Down, tiger, down,” his mother advised. “We’ve got things to do today.”

“I know…”

Marilyn slapped him gently, laughed, and stepped out of his arms a second time. “Now, you behave. I’m going upstairs to check on your brother. Eat your breakfast. Then get cleaned up. We’re going to town. Use my shower. We’ve only got about 40 minutes.”

The teen wanted to ask more, but he didn’t have a chance. His mother was gone.

With nothing to do but comply, he ate quickly. He headed upstairs, went to his room, and got clean clothes. He could hear his brother laughing from the bathroom they shared. He went to his mother’s room. Her bed, where they had recently fucked, was roughly made. Her bathroom was still steamy. She’d put out a fresh towel for him. Before showering, he took a peek in the dirty clothes hamper. The nightgown he’d removed from her the night before was still warm.

His cock was rock hard as he let the hot water run over him and soaped up. He wished his sexy mom would come in and help him wash, but he knew that wasn’t in the cards. He thought about jacking off, but decided it was better to save up his cum. So the horny teen just showered, dried off, and dressed.

Andrew was trying to think of some excuse to help his mother dress. That was futile. She’d taken her clothes to the half bath downstairs and was locked in. Jake was sitting on the couch wrapped up like a mummified Eskimo, nothing visible but his eyes and grin behind the ski mask. They made small talk till his mom came out and said they were sitting on go so darn it, let’s went!

She was dressed in a dark gold sweater that fit her loosely, a long brown skirt that reached past her calves, and boots. As they headed for the garage, she pulled a cap over her hair and ears and pulled on a jacket. She grabbed a purse that wasn’t nearly as big as the ones she often chose. Andrew was a bit surprised at the boots. He’d never noticed her wearing them before. Made of dark shiny leather, they had high heels and went up under the hem of her skirt. The heels were tall enough that they made her only a few inches shorter than his 6’1″.

Jake climbed in the SUV’s back seat. Andrew road shotgun. Once they were on the road, Andrew saw the sky was a deep blue and contrasted beautifully with the white snow that lay over the world. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and although the sun was shining, it didn’t lend much warmth.

It was a short drive to their destination, but Marilyn drove slowly, looking out for patches of ice and kids. It seemed that every yard had kids, building snowmen, having snowball fights, or making snow angels. Jake was so excited he was bouncing from one window to another to catch all the action.

Finally they arrived at their destination. A couple of Eskimo mummifies who could have been anybody but were the same size as Jake were using a sheet of plywood to shove snow into a bulwark. Marilyn stopped at the curb, told Andrew she’d only bahis firmaları be a minute, and got out of the SUV. She left the engine running to keep the heater going. Jake was right behind her, running to help his buddies.

Marilyn went to ring the doorbell. She spoke a couple of minutes with the woman who answered the door. Once Andrew saw his mother shake her head. He heard the distant laughter from the two moms. Then the door closed and she was coming back to the SUV.

She got in, put on her her seatbelt, and looked all around the vehicle for kids. She drove off.

“What’s on the agenda?”

Marilyn looked at her son. “Did anybody ever tell you there are no stupid questions? Well, sweetheart, they’re wrong. That was just about as dumb a question as a man could ask a woman. You just sit there and you’ll find out. As Charlie Chan used to say, ‘Patience are a lovely virtue’.”

She patted his thigh. He didn’t say anything. He had no idea who Charlie Chan was or what patients had to do with his mother and him, unless they were going to do volunteer work at some hospital. Personally, he’d have thought better if they had retraced their route and gone right back home. He was ready to fuck his mom again.

He had no idea where they were headed. She pulled on the freeway. Traffic was light and people were slowing down when they drove over one of the salted and sanded overpasses. She pulled off the freeway. She turned into the parking lot at a large strip mall. It contained a mattress store, a sports bar, and smaller places like a sub sandwich shop and a pizzeria. Marilyn drove to the very end where there was a boutique. It wasn’t your everyday sort of boutique, though. The big neon letters out front proclaimed The Boom-Boom Room. Smaller letters advised potential customers that store had the largest selection of “performance” attire, lingerie, and adult novelties in the city.

“What are we doing here?”

Marilyn parked and shut off the engine. She shook her head in wonder.

“Are you really my son? I didn’t know I gave birth to an imbecile.” She ruffled his hair. “Tell me, darling son, what does one do at a store.”

“One buys things?”

“Exactly. Didn’t I mention how I seem to have added all this weight in my boobs? Your old friend Kris Kringle, no doubt, is who you need to be thankful to. Just look.” Marilyn lifted her sweater, exposing her naked boobs to her son. Once more, Andrew was greeted with a view of his mother’s creamy white globes and their hardened dark nipples that made his mouth water. “I don’t have a single bra that fits anymore. So we’re going shopping. I found this gift card in my wallet – another bit of work from your old pal Kris? – and did some investigating on the internet. From what I read, this is the place to shop.”

She pulled her sweater back where it belonged.

Feigning irritation, he mumbled, I guess if I gotta…”

“You gotta…” She gave her son a kiss on the lips and gave the hard muscle of his thigha squeeze. She was gratified to see the beginning of a bulge inside his jeans. “I know you hate being seen in public with your ugly old mother, but if we run into any of your slutty young girlfriends from school, I’ll try not to embarrass you.”

The teen didn’t think they were likely to run into anyone he knew. After all, they’d driven clear across town to get here. And none of his friends were likely to shop here. He reminded his mother of this fact.

“Good. Then if anybody sees that boner you’re sporting, they’ll just assume it’s because I’m the hottest MILF around and not because I’m your mom. Now, let’s go!”

They got out of the SUV and Marilyn locked it up. They headed towards the nearest entrance. As they walked, he casually put his arm around his mother’s waist. She let him pull her closer so that their hips bumped together. His mom adjusted her stride to match his. He never thought something as normal as walking could be erotic, but as they moved in unison, he felt his erection grow.

He didn’t know what priapism was; if he had, he might have wondered if he had a terminal case.

The door had a bell that tinkled as they entered. It was a huge store, brightly lit, with display cases, dozens of mannequins, and a couple of salesgirls who looked to be barely out of high school. One of them, a black woman with hair dyed a deep shade of purple, came over. Despite the winter weather outside, she wore a bikini top, hipster pants, and stilettos with five inch heels. The top was barely able to cover her bouncing boobs, barely big enough to hold her gold name tag. Shaniqua, it said. She had both eyelids and her lower lip pierced. The upper curves of her large boobs were tattooed, but Andrew didn’t want to stare, so he couldn’t read what the words were.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” she said as she joined them at the door, “but this store is adults only.”

Indeed, there was a sign outside clearly stating that fact.

Marilyn smiled sweetly. “Even for a mother and her son?”

The clerk’s eyes got big and kaçak iddaa round. “Oh-h. In that case, is there anything in particular I can show you?”

“Well, I’d like to start with some brassieres.”

“Right this way.”

Marilyn followed the salesgirl; Andrew followed his mother.

“What size are we needing today?”

Marilyn showed her, lifting her sweater.

“Oh, OK. I’d say 38C to start…”

“Or maybe 36D,” added Marilyn. “Darling, why don’t you look around while Shaniqua and I see what’s available.”

“OK.”

“Maybe you’d like to find me a couple of nighties?”

“Yeah, sure.”

He’d have rather stayed with the two woman, but Andrew could take a hint. He strolled away from the section of bras. As he walked around, he was amazed at the mannequins. They were anatomically correct. All had prominent nipples. Most had pierced indentations that would have been navels on living, breathing women.

“Can I help you?”

“Shit!” exclaimed Andrew as he whirled around and saw the second salesgirl standing there smiling at him. With white spiked white hair, she wore a lace camisole and black leather miniskirt. She was less pierced than Shaniqua, possessing only a nose stud. A garland of green leaves and small red flowers was tattooed around her neck and trailed down her left shoulder. She had small pointed breasts. Her name tag said she was Naomi.

“My, uh, friend says I should pick out some nightgowns for her.”

Naomi took in his bulge and smiled. “Isn’t she a little old for you, stud?

“Uh, not really.”

“I mean, she’s old enough to be your mother!” She laughed. She glanced over at Marilyn and Shaniqua, who were looking at several styles of bras. “Not that she’s old and decrepit or anything. I just hope your woman has a some resistance. She’s the type Shaniqua likes. If you’re unlucky, that woman of yours will wind up Shaniqua’s bitch. Of course, if that happens, I may help you forget all about her…”

She took a last long look at Andrew’s bulge. “Sleepwear’s over here.”

As he followed the girl to that section of the store, he watched the other clerk lead his mother to the changing rooms. He watched them disappear through the curtains and his blood went cold. Was Naomi shitting him or telling the truth about the black girl? He didn’t like the idea of his mother being kissed and groped by the salesclerk. Then, the more he thought about it, maybe it would be hot. Unless his mother preferred a woman to him. He had to consider that possibility. Now that he and his mother were lovers, he didn’t want to lose her. That would kill him.

“What do you think she’d like?” the white salesgirl asked. “Something short and slutty or long and romantic? I think she’d be the romantic type myself, but I’ve been wrong before… I tell you what: Shaniqua won’t waste much time. Do you like the idea of that black dyke licking up your woman? She’s got a five inch tongue. I know. I seen her lick snatch before. I’ll bet your woman’s creaming already. Wanna bet, stud?”

Her eyes caressed his bulge once more and truth be told, it was a whopper. Just as Kris Kringle had enhanced Marilyn’s boobs, he had worked his magic on Andrew’s cock.

Naomi closed the distance between them. She kissed him as her hands felt his cock through his jeans. “I know I can make you forget that woman. Besides, by now, she’s forgotten all about you. Believe me.”

Andrew didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to cheat on his mother, and yet if what the salesgirl said —

Shaniqua suddenly appeared from behind the dressing room curtains. Striding over. she looked most unhappy. She addressed Andrew.

“The woman says that you should bring her some nightgowns.” She walked off, stopped, and looked back over her shoulder at him. “She’s in dressing room three.”

“OK,” Andrew said. “Say, what’s performance attire?”

“Clothes for dancers,” explained Naomi with a smirk. She apparently relished her co-worker’s failure. “Exotic, belly, that sort of thing.”

“I think I’ll look at them later.” He turned to the racks of negligees and the salesgirl left him. He saw her go over to her co-worker. Naomi gave the black girl and peck on the cheek and they put their arms around each other briefly before separating.

Andrew looked at the several racks of clothes. He was immediately and totally lost. Finally he found a tag on one negligee that was made mostly of black cobwebs and found the size and care tag. He had no idea what size size his mother wore; he had no idea what fabrics to pick. He looked at several more items. He knew petite meant small and decided his mother wasn’t that. He considered her boobs. They were certainly large, so he went to the large section of the rack. He decided to ignore the material. He thought about Naomi’s comment that his mother looked like the type of woman who would want romantic sleepwear. The black cobwebs certainly looked romantic to him. He picked that one out in large and three of four more like it. Then he threw in a baby doll with kaçak bahis matching panties.

He put his selections over his arm and walked over to the register where Shaniqua stood.

“I found these,” he said.

The salesgirl looked through them quickly, counting them. She shook her head, then told him, “You gots to be crazy. OK, take ’em to her.”

“UH -“

“Like I said, she’s in dressing room 3”

He realized that it was apparently OK for him to go in to the dressing room area. He’d never even considered that before, but he liked the idea. He carted the armful of nylon and lace through the curtains and stopped at number three. It was also curtained. He knocked respectfully.

“Yes?”

“It’s me.”

“Well, come on in, me.”

He pushed through the curtain. The dressing room was larger than he expected, with the door and the three walls mirrored. Later on, he would comment on this and his mother would explain that she thought this was because dancers and others would need more room to see themselves in the performance attire. The customers would want to see what the garments did when they did their dance steps.

His mother was standing in the center of the floor, looking at herself in the mirrors. She had on a black bustier that was trimmed in hot pink. The garment left the upper part of her knockers and her hard nipples bare. The waist was tight and below she had on matching bikini panties. The bustier had garters that were snapped to her tan stockings. She still wore her boots.

“What do you think?” Marilyn asked.

Oh, shit mom. You’re hot.”

“As if we didn’t know that already —” She turned to let him look at her from all angles. “So, this manages to stir your male beast?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

“I guess we’ll have to buy it, then. And I have some absolutely divine bra and panty sets to model for you at home.” Marilyn looked at her son and smiled. She reached down and hooked her thumbs in the panties and pushed them down. Past the garters, past her stocking tops, and down her boots. She sat on the dressing room bench to pull the panties all the way off. She folded them neatly and sat them on the carpet with her other choices.

“Trying on all these clothes really takes it out of a girl. Maybe I need to take a few minutes before looking at the goodies you brought me.” She opened and closed her thighs. “And you know, it makes me feel all sexy with these new undies.”

“I like it when you feel sexy,” Andrew told her. He saw that her purse was hanging on a hook to one side of the door. He took down the handbag and rummaged within it. He found her lipstick. He uncapped the tube and used the lipstick to color her dark nipples.

“You nut,” she laughed as she looked at her heavily coated nipples.

He put away the lipstick and took one tit in his mouth. He licked her nipple, moving his tongue back and forth. He licked and sucked until all the make up was cleaned off.

“I like the taste of your lipstick,” he said, turning to her other tit.

“That’s good to know. Next time I’ll color my pussy lips.”

“If you do that, mom, I may never stop eating you. Never ever at all. And then my cock wouldn’t get any action.”

“Just because we haven’t sixty-nined yet doesn’t mean we won’t.”

“Ummm, yeah, I like that idea, you eat me while I eat you. I wonder what the calorie count is for fresh cunt?”

“Probably the same as tube steak.” She pulled his lips from her nipple and kissed her son.

“Shit, mom. You make me wanna fuck.”

“I can tell,” Marilyn said as she unzipped his jeans and pulled his boner from his boxers. She gave it several playful kisses and licks. Marilyn was careful to smear her lipstick (freshly applied just before her son joined her in the dressing room)over the head and shaft of his cock. To her, few things made a hard cock look sexier than a coating of lipstick. And, truth be told, she enjoyed the taste as much as he did as she cleaned the red off his cock.

Andrew watched as she worked over his cock. It was as sexy a sight as he could imagine him, his sexy mother running her lips and tongue up and down, over and around his hard cock. He loved the sight of his prick disappearing between her lips as she struggled to take all of his meat. The way her cheeks hollowed and filled as she sucked. The ultimate visual thrill as she looked up at his face, her eyes filled with love and lust, just as her mouth was filled with his cock and he probed down her throat.

She took his cock out of her mouth. A thin thread of saliva kept them connected, running from the tip of his cock to her once deeply red lips. His mother kissed the head again as her fingers massaged his cock. Her fingers squeezed the head, opening the piss slit, and exposing a bright glob of pre-cum. She licked that up and the drop that appeared after the first. The rest she spread over the bulbous head. She took it back in her mouth, savoring the taste of her son.

The sucking mother grabbed her son’s buttocks and pulled him forward. He started a slow and sensuous face fuck.. Marilyn released his ass and ran her delicate fingers up and down his muscular belly, tickling him with her long nails. And she kept her eyes fixed on his.

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