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“I’m on my way home, Babe.” his sexy masculine voice even after two years together can make me quiver in anticipation. “Anything you want me to pick up on the way?”

“Just you.” It’s been two days since I’d seen him. I hadn’t been able to drop by the fire station to visit.

His laughter over the phone deepens the sensations that make me tremble. I can’t wait to kiss his lips and run my fingers through that spiky blonde hair.

“In that case I’ll be home soon.” He knows what’s in store. His voice betrays his own excitement.

I hate being alone when he does his stint at the station, but I always make sure his homecoming is sweet.

I’d already showered, shaved, and was lounging about in my robe. I went into the bedroom and let my robe slip in front of the full length mirror. It was important to me that I always looked appealing to him.

As I studied my reflection, I took stock of my attributes.

I stand about 6’2. I have one of those lanky slender frames, but with a well defined shaped due to a rigorous exercise and diet routine. My hair is dark brown and neatly cut, suitable for a junior executive with ambitions. My eyes are a light grey blue. I’m told that my features are sharp and that I can give killer looks at underlings making them stammer and shake as they try to explain why a deadline hasn’t been met.

I reach down and stroke my impatient nine inches of manhood reassuringly.

Scott would be home soon and he’ll be pleased to see me freshly shaved and ready for him. I dig through my underwear drawer and find the silk briefs he bought for me. One of my man’s turn ons is to have something to remove before we make love. He likes my tight little ass and buys me all sorts of intimate apparel to showcase it for him.

I made the bed earlier using the black satin sheets. My boyishly handsome lover with his dimpled grin, tousled hair, wrestling with me in between those cool slippery sheets was my turn on. I opened the drawer of the bed stand and noted with a frown we were really low on our favorite massage oil. We’d have to improvise. (Perhaps some shortening from the kitchen.)

While I was in the kitchen, I made sure I had some steaks thawed, just in case he’d be hungry first.

I dimmed the lights in the living room and turned on the television. I wondered what was keeping him as I flipped channels mindlessly. It’s only a ten minute drive from the station to our house, but thirty minutes had ticked by before I heard the sound of his car pull into the drive.

I didn’t get up from the couch. I’d put the robe back on and tried to appear nonchalant as his keys twisted in the lock. I held the remote in one hand and continued to channel surf.

*

“Honey, I’m home.” Scott grinned when he saw me sprawled out on the couch. He often called out that greeting thinking it hilarious. I had to admit it was cute. I was feeling contrary by having to wait and felt like playing hard to get. Inwardly my heart was doing flip flops seeing my man in his rumpled uniform. He was carrying a couple small paper sacks.

“Sorry it took me awhile.” He knew my moods and was undaunted by my ice queen attitude. He tossed one of the bags at me. I caught it easily and pulled from it a small bottle of our favorite lube. “I happened beylikdüzü escort to remember we were getting low and figured I’d better get some more.”

He was forgiven in an instant. I sat up and expressed an interest in the other sack.

“Just some beer and this….” Scott pulled a single red rose from the second bag and held it out to me. “A small token of how much I’ve missed you.”

Scott constantly surprised me by the sweet spontaneous gestures he would make to show me he cared. It touched me to the core.

Two days of need and my love for him propelled me forward. In seconds I was in his strong arms. With savage passion I claimed his lips.

Eagerly, Scott returned my kisses with equal fervor.

I reached up to stroke his cheek, it was rough with stubble, I wanted him now.

“Ron wait.” he tired to struggle out of the embrace. “I need to shower first.”

He could have showered at the station, but normally he wasted no time when his shift ended to come home to me. His buddies at the station teased him about my having him whipped.

Nobody at the station had a problem with Scott being gay. We were lucky enough to live in a diverse upper class suburb in a big city. Most of the men were neighbors. I was always treated with kindness and respect when I popped in for a visit.

To know Scott is to love him.

I pulled Scott back into a demanding kiss. I enjoyed his scent freshly washed or not.

Scott looked up at me, amusement in his warm brown eyes. He had a quick easy going smile that was infectious. My lover was a few inches shorter than me and huskier in build. He had the physic that turned the heads of both men and women every where we went.

Neither of us were the stereotypical gay male, but for some reason most people had me pegged after a few minutes conversation with me. (I’m told I have some subtle nuances that give me away and that I’m a bit of a diva.) Scott on the other hand was the all American ideal of manliness. Fortunately, there are quite a few gay friendly areas in our city. As our world slowly becomes more enlightened, I can take his hand in public and let everyone know that he belongs to me. I’ve heard several women mutter ‘What a waste’. I admit I enjoy the envious stares we get.

Scott wants to slow things down a notch. He cups my face in his hands and backs away.

“It will just take me a sec to wash up and get ready for you.” his own desire for me thick in his voice. “Put your flower in some water and chill the beer, when your done meet me in the bedroom.”

He kissed me quickly intending to dismiss me, but I wasn’t going to be put off.

I began unbuttoning the front of his shirt instead and peeled it back from his shoulders.

Scott shook his head and sighed as he helped me rid him of his shirt. He knew when in this sort of mood there was no stopping me. He sighed again as I stroked his chest, I bent down and zeroed in on one of his nipples. First I kissed it, then flicked at it a couple of times with my tongue before nibbling ever so lightly. With the other hand, I used my thumb to stimulate the other.

“Mmmm…” Scott moaned his appreciation.

His skin tasted slightly salty and I enjoyed his smell. He really didn’t need to shower. I was beylikduzu escort so horny I wanted to do him right in the living room. I continued to kiss my way down his chest. I reached down to unbuckle his belt.

Scott’s hands locked around mine.

“Let’s at least take it to the bedroom.” he pleaded. “I don’t want any more rug burn.”

When we first moved in together we had the brilliant idea to do it in every room and on every surface. Never again!

Reluctantly, I allowed him to pull me back up.

Scott took me back into his arms, his hands snaking under my robe. In an easy motion it floated to the floor. He was stroking my hard on through the silk underwear. Precum leaked from my cock at his touch.

“I guess you really have missed me.” he quipped. His strokes teasing me.

We tongue wrestled a bit more before he lifted me easily off my feet, hefting me up over his shoulder in the fireman’s carry.

Once in the bedroom he flung me down on our bed and jumped in on top me.

My lips felt as if they were bruising under the assault of his harsh kisses. He was now as turned on as I was. Our hands every where searching out the places that would give the other pleasure.

Scott halted the action momentarily by stepping out of his pants and tossing them across the room and on to the floor to join the shoes he’d kicked off on the way in. He was now in his tightie whities and socks.

I crawled across the bed and tugged off his underwear. His seven inches of cut perfection sprang up for attention.

We ended up in a side ways 69, warming up for the main event.

He expertly jacked me while sucking me off, making sure to bump the sensitive place just under the head of my cock. I slithered my tongue along his piss hole teasing it. I enjoyed feeling him squirm and moan. We couldn’t keep this up for long.

Scott broke contact first and gasped out.

“Fuck me, Ron.”

I had every intention of doing just that. I wanted to bury my throbbing cock up his hot horny ass, but I had to tease him first. We could both give or take if you know what I mean, but my baby preferred me to top him. My favorite position was driving it into him with his legs over my shoulders. It got me off to look into his eyes and watch him cum underneath me.

“I think we did it your way the last time.” I told him picking up the lube I had the foresight to latch on to when he picked me up and carried me in here. “It’s high time you fucked me.”

Scott knew when I was just goading him and cried out in exasperation.

“Please,” he begged. “I really need you to fuck me. It was all I could think about on the drive home from the station. Do me first.”

Slowly I rubbed the lube into my hands and blew into it to warm it up.

“How bad to you want it?”

“I need it bad.” he panted playing along. “I want to feel you in me.”

Lazily, I lubed my pole, never breaking eye contact.

“I don’t know….” I tried not to smile. “I haven’t had a decent ass pounding in quite awhile.”

“Please…” I loved to hear him beg for it. “I really need it. I promise I’ll do you next…in the shower…up against the wall…just the way you like it…”

My ass clenched involuntarily at the thought. When I got it, escort beylikdüzü I liked it from behind. I would hold him to it.

“Assume the position.” I leered at him.

Obediently, Scott laid down on his back and lifted his legs for me to crawl in and lube up his tight little hole. No matter how much abuse it’s had since we met, it still gripped my fingers.

He moaned as I worked two fingers in and out of him. I bent down to lick more of the tangy precum that was oozing from his dick. His taste and scent driving me wild with lust.

Finally, I eased my cock in between his cheeks and with one long slow thrust slid my entire length into him.

“Yesssssss.” a tortured groan issued from my lover’s lips ending in a hiss.

At first I kept my jabs slow and steady, but when he wantonly pushed back against me, I knew I could prod a little harder.

“Is this what you wanted?” I nipped his ear. “Is this what you need?”

“Oh yeah,” he panted knowing I needed to hear it. “Fuck me, Baby”

“Fuck you how?”

“Hard. Give it to me. I want to feel you cum inside me.”

I knew just where to probe to get him howling like a madman. I poked at his sweet spot unrelentingly, his back arched up against me trying to take me deeper inside.

His growls and curses music to my ears.

I could feel my balls tensing up and a delicious heat begin to course through my groin. I slowed down just a bit to make it last.

Scott was frantically trying to reach down to jack himself off. I’d kept hold of his wrist until I felt the moment was right. I released it and allowed him to do what he needed to bring on his release. I was so close myself.

“I’m gonna cum, Baby” I cried out. “I’m going to cum up your hot sexy ass.”

Another whimper from my lover, his hand furiously working his meat in perfect time to my lunges.

“Oh, fucking yes!” he was almost sobbing now. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”

His head tossed from side to side as he shot his hot sticky load. Swearing with every shot.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

His orgasm triggered my own. I closed my eyes grunting my release. All the intense feelings for my lover driving me on. With every spasm I rammed my dick hard up in him splashing two days worth of my seed deep inside him.

I kissed his shoulder and worked my way up his neck after we took a moment to recover.

My more animalistic urges dissipating a bit and all the tender feelings coming through in a rush. We kissed.

“We both really needed that.” he was rubbing my back. His beautiful eyes so full of his love for me. My throat tightened. Sometimes after such an orgasmic rush my emotions tended to come flooding close to the surface. I buried my face down into his throat and let him just hold me. I hated when he had to be away, but at the same time the sex when we reunited was always good.

“Come on.” Scott sat up pulling me along with him. I loved it when he took charge.

“I can still use that shower and I think I made a promise to you. You up for it?”

Damn right I was.

I kissed him quickly and gave him a little nudge towards the bath.

“You get the water started, Love. I’ll join you in just a minute.”

I happened to remember that we had beer warming on the coffee table, not to mention my poor rose needed some water. We were definitely going to need a couple cold ones when we were through.

“O.K.” he grinned impishly at me. “Don’t be long.”

Trust me I wasn’t. However; what happened next is another story. ;D

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Amazing Gracie Pt. 03

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***** Before I get into this chapter, I want to remind everyone that what I am writing about is real life experiences. And while I really appreciate the comments and ratings you give me (Please keep them coming. I love the feedback) I really can’t change the story or the outcome and remain true to the events. There are a lot of good fiction stories on here for you to enjoy. The advantage to writing fiction is that you can create any story or outcome you like. With nonfiction you are locked into what actually happened. Hope I make it worth your while to read. Cheers! *****

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Amazing Gracie Pt. 3

(The GILF down the hall)

The following happened one night about a week or ten days after Gracie and I first met.

I showed up at Gracie’s door and knocked gently. Gracie opened the door dressed, not in slinky lingerie, but in appropriate outdoor summer wear. She had on a loose fitting blouse / shirt hanging outside (not tucked in) a pair of khaki color shorts. She was barefoot and had a glass of wine in her hand. I had showed up hoping for a night of hot nasty sex, but her dress and appearance had me wondering if she was sending me a signal that tonight was going to be a much more polite social evening. I sat on the couch and she brought me a glass of wine. As she walked across the floor towards me, I noticed that she was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were fully erect and poking into the fabric of her shirt. This was confirmed when she leaned over to hand me my wine. Her shirt was unbuttoned at the top and I got a good, but quick, look at her breasts and nipples. She sat on the couch and we talked and chatted about our day. Mostly it was just “blah blah blah”.

After about an hour, Gracie excused herself to go to the bathroom. She had been gone about ten minutes when she called out to me from down the hallway, “Can you come back here? I want to show you something.” I got up and made my way down the hall until I reached Gracie’s bedroom. ataköy escort I stopped at the bedroom doorway and saw that Gracie had lit several candles and turned down the bed covers. She was laying on top of the bed, completely naked. She looked at me with a mischievous smile and said, “I think we have had enough of polite conversation for tonight. Don’t you agree?”

I smiled at her and replied, “Yes. Yes, I do.”

I slipped out of my clothes and moved to lay on the bed. My cock was already stirring to life and I leaned over to lick and gently suck on Gracie’s nipples. Her nipples were, rock hard and ultra-sensitive. Even a light lick could make her shiver. For that reason, I alternated between a gentle, light licking and a moderate sucking. I moved back and forth between her nipples while gently stroking her tummy and inner thigh with my fingertips. This had the effect of making her moan and writhe on the bed. Moisture began to form on her pussy lips as I ran a finger up and down the outer length of her slit.

After several minutes of teasing, with Gracie getting wetter and wetter, I moved down and lay between her open thighs.

Her pussy had trimmed hair with just a trace of her lips protruding. I touched it with my fingers and felt how wet she was. She moaned and I placed the tip of one finger in her and slowly moved it up and down the length of her slit, one knuckle deep. I leaned my face forward and placed a gently kiss right on her clit. The aroma of her vagina was intoxicating as I removed my finger and begin to softly lick up and down the outside of her slit. She arched her back and moaned. After a few minutes of this, I inserted two fingers halfway into her and slowly moved them while I continued to lick her outer lips. Her breathing was becoming deeper and she was moaning and clutching at the bed covers.

Her juice was starting to cover the lower half of my face as her excitement ataşehir escort grew. I withdrew my fingers and gently pulled open her lips. Then I moved in and inserted my tongue. As I slipped my tongue inside her soaking wet pussy I could hear her gasping. After a few minutes of this I moved my attention upwards to her clit, which was now clearly visible between the folds of her pussy lips. I extended the tip of my tongue and gently begin to stroke her clit. I alternated my movements every few minutes between licking up and down and going side to side.

I moved my attention to her clit and begin to gently suck. I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue and then resume a gentle sucking. I inserted two fingers in her and stroked the top of her pussy canal, touching her G spot. The combination of my stroking her G spot and licking her clit proved overwhelming to her.

She exploded with a series of orgasms. She cried out and sucked oxygen. She attempted to sit up and then immediately threw herself backwards on the bed. Finally, she pushed my head away and gasped out “Stop! Stop! Oh my God! You are killing me. Please stop.”

She lay flat on her back gasping for air. A thin sheen of perspiration coated her body. She had previously placed two bottles of water on a nightstand and I handed her one. It took her about five minutes for her to return to normal breathing. She looked at me and said “I’d love to return the favor, but I don’t think I can just now.”

“No worries” I said. “You just lay back and relax. I can amuse myself while you rest.” With that I moved back between her open thighs, but this time I was up on my knees. My cock was hard, swollen and straining as I placed her ankles on my shoulders and aligned my cock head with the swollen opening of her pussy lips.

“This what you call relaxing?” Gracie gasped as I slid my cock forward and pushed open her pussy lips. Her fındıkzade escort canal was soaking wet and felt tight around my cock. Gracie opened her mouth wide and sucked air as I went deeper into her. When I was (literally) balls deep in her, Gracie exhaled and started moaning. I started with a slow, steady stroking. As Gracie got used to my cock inside her pussy, I increased my speed. I also lowered her legs and leaned forward. My arms supported me as I hovered over her with my dick pumping in and out of her. After several minutes, Gracie had regrouped enough of her wits to become more actively involved in our fucking. She licked her fingertips and started rubbing them over my nipples. This sent sensations straight to my already engorged cock. Her attention to my nipples caused me to increase the tempo of my pumping. I felt her pussy suddenly contract as she began another series of orgasms.

Her gasping and tense body conveyed the message that she was having orgasms almost nonstop. We shifted our position to Gracie standing on the floor and bent over the edge of the bed. I stood on the floor behind her and reinserted my cock deep into her. I took hold of her hips and started slamming into her. All pretense of gentleness was tossed aside. Gracie was screaming and cumming. I was pounding into her at a speed I was surprised to find I even had.

Then I felt the tingling in my balls that signaled I was going to cum soon. I don’t know if it was just coincidence, or if Gracie sensed something, but she started telling me to cum. Actually it was more like she started yelling for me to cum. It took a few more minutes of thrusting but then I felt the cum leaving my balls and move up to my penis. When I stated ejaculating, the sensation was so electric and overwhelming that I thought I might pass out. I am not sure how much I actually shot into Gracie’s abused pussy, but from my side, it felt like I shot a pint.

We both collapsed onto the bed, sweating, hearts racing and gasping for breath. I looked at the clock on the nightstand and was surprised to see that we had been fucking for over two hours. It felt like we had been going at it for only a few minutes.

Exhausted, we both drifted off to sleep. For a couple of hours anyway. But then Gracie woke up in the most pleasant way imaginable.

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Baseball & Hot Tubs…Who Would Have Guessed Their Relation?

The baseball season is in full swing here again in SW Virginia. My husband and I have always enjoyed going to the games, and the more friends who come with us the merrier. Well, last Thursday (which was Thirsty Thursday) with beer flowing at 75cents a glass, my hubby and his best friend Jeff were feeling NO pain. I have to pause here to tell you that I am very sexually attracted to Jeff. There is a sexual chemistry there that has been brewing for many, many months. We have never done more than casually flirt and light petting when we’ve all gotten together for a party or a night out for dinner and whatnot.

As the guys were tied up watching the game, I slipped away to find the little girls room, and much to my suprise, I ran into a guy from highschool that I went out with a few times. His name is Todd, and he introduced me to his wife, Lisa. I have not seen Todd since HS, and I can tell you that he has changed a lot over the last 12 years. His wife, Lisa, is a complete knockout. We all started talking, and Lisa and I really hit it off. We talked like we’ve been friends forever…which I find that is hard to do with other females. I tend to get along with guys better, and I have always had a hard time finding many girlfriends to hang out with. Well, Todd went back to his seat and left us to chat. Be that as it may, the conversation turned to sex. I don’t remember exactly how we came upon the topic, but she said that Todd had a big fantasy of having a threesome, and she wouldn’t mind trying a BI-experience herself.

Now, at this point, I was totally hooked on the idea, and trying to remain casual and unflustered on the outside. The idea made me so horny, and what better person to try this with than someone that I knew and his attractive wife. Neither of us made any reference ataköy escort to the three of us, but I think the idea had been planted. We both wandered back to our respective parties and agreed to chat later. I ran into Todd later in the ballgame, and by the grin on his face, I could tell that he and Lisa had discussed the possibility. What has resulted has been a cat and mouse game of email over the past week. He said that he and Lisa talked this week, she thinks she would like to try the BI-experience, but him as a strictly hands off watcher. Now why does this upset me?? I frankly don’t like the idea of having someone watch without the possibility of them joining in. It may be her insecurities coming out. She knows that Todd and I dated at some point in the past, and she is afraid that I might become interested in him again? I don’t know…

And to continue the story…Todd and Lisa went their own way after the ballgame, which left my husband, Jeff and myself….and let me remind you, I was so horny at this point. I still get wet thinking of what happened later in the night. Jeff suggested we go back to his place (only about 2 miles from our house) and get in the hot tub after the baseball game. Bingo…lucky night for me!

My husband immediately stripped down and got in the hot tub, and I was much more reserved, not wanting to strip down in front of Jeff, especially with hubby watching. I opted for the modest act and told them I was coming back home to get a T-shirt, some towels and warm clothes for when we got out. Jeff so obligingly offered to come with me, and my husband didn’t object, so we drove the two short miles back here, which seemed like an eternity!! Jeff teased me the whole time I was driving, running his hands along my inner thighs and teasing my pussy outside of my jeans bakırköy escort to the point of near distraction. I was sure he could tell how wet I was. When we got into the house, I thought I was leaving him in the living room, and when I started up the stairs to get the towels, I felt him grab my ankle. I turned around to see him below me, his dick out of his jeans, and staring me with all its hardness in my face. What was girl to do but sit down and start enjoying herself.

I briefly sucked the length of him, listening to his moans until a moment of “Oh my God …what are you doing?” crept into my head. I stopped what I was doing and told him I didn’t think it was right. Being the nice guy that Jeff is, he asked my what I wanted, and to be honest, all I could think was that I wanted his cock deep inside me satisfying this hunger that I’ve had for him, but I lied and told him that I didn’t know….it just wasn’t right. We’d left my husband and his friend in the hot tub at this house, and he was expecting us back soon since it wasn’t that far away. Silly me had to say, “And what is it that you want?”. Did I get quite the answer. He said “I want to fuck your ass”. That was enough to render me speechless as I stumbled for clothes and towels. I pretended to ignore the comment and grabbed keys, heading back towards the door. Needless to say, the ride back was uncomfortable, I imagine he was lamenting on what had almost happened as much I was.

When we got back to Jeff’s, he stripped down to his briefs and got in with my husband, and I turned my back to slip off my jeans, my blouse and my bra. I put on a simple T-shirt and climbed in also. My husband quickly approached me and pulled the shirt off and said you couldn’t really see anything. It was dark, and we were outside. Now here is where topkapı escort it gets interesting I am sitting in this hot tub, my husband to my left playing with my breasts, and Jeff to my right trying with all his might to get into my panties. I thought I was going to die when my husband moved his hand down and touched Jeff’s hand. No words were ever spoken, but it was like an unsaid understanding that it was OK.

To be honest, I didn’t know whether to be pissed that my husband was willingly let his best friend take me, or whether to enjoy the pleasure of two men at my disposal. So here we all sit, no one wanting to make the next move. I don’t know how many minutes passed until my husband sat me up on the side of the hot tub and started eating me out. I felt so wicked, like such an exhibitionist…Jeff watching me as I wiggled and squirmed closer to make myself cum. I wanted a dick inside of me so badly!!! I whispered in my husbands ear about taking him and Jeff at the same time. He didn’t answer me, but sat up on the edge where I had been, and pushed my mouth down to his dick. The next thing I knew, I felt a hand on my ass cheek, and felt Jeff’s hand slide towards my pussy and my clit.

He positioned himself behind me and slid in. I felt like I was making a XXX rated movie, and I was loving every minute of it!!! I shyly and coyly asked my husband if I could sit on him and let Jeff take me in my ass, or vice-versa. Leave it to me to have a homophobic husband who refused to go along with the idea. Jeff was eager to comply, but my husband was adamant against it…simply bbecause “I don’t want to feel another guy’s balls slapping against mine”… Big sigh here…I don’t know what was driving me, but I wanted it badly!! So, that is how my night ended, my husband cuming in my mouth, Jeff pulling out to come on my backside.

That night was like a sexual awakening to me. I began to look at women in a different light after meeting Lisa. I hope we stay in touch and mayhap fulfill Todd’s fantasy for the three of us…but then again, I can’t complain about my husband and Jeff’s loving later that night. I just know that I hope to be going to a lot more ball games this summer…

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Juanita ‘n Dito Ch. 28-29

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Dear reader,

I thank you for visiting these chapters of my story. If this is the first one you see I advise you to start with Chapter 1, for that’s where you’ll be informed about all those characters from the start.

All others, I want you to have fun reading this, please leave a comment, advise or whatever you would like to share with me.

The next chapters will take some time. I have to start writing them….

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28 In my car

In this section you best listen to:

Tourist by St. Germain

We drove to her house. St. Germain was playing Rose Rouge on my CD player, with some good advice that I interpreted for myself. “I want you to get together.” Well, that was exactly what I wanted. Being with someone. Not with just anyone, but with the person sitting next to me.

Juanita was quiet and drummed in rhythm with her fingers on the dashboard.

My mind drifted to Chittie, I had just talked to her to alert her that I was coming for lunch.

“Of course, Doña Delgado, Chittie will make a nice table for you and …”

I chuckled and said “Yes, Chittie, for me and Juanita.”

“I knew, I knew … two such beautiful women have to …” I shut her up.

“Chittie STOP! We are far from that. But I hope we will get to know each other better. “

“Of course Doña Delgado, of course. Don’t be in a hurry, take your time for everything, being in a hurry is bad for the digestion as my late Jorge always said. But it’s quite hot under those smoldering embers isn’t it? This time it will certainly become more, Chittie knows for sure! I see it in both of you. Something beautiful is growing, now let it come to full maturity. Sorry Doña Delgado, I’m rambling again. But I’m so happy for you.”

I had said goodbye to her laughing. Juanita had stood beside me with growing surprise. Of course, she had only heard my part of the story.

“Well, that was a funny conversation.”

I was still laughing when I told her that Xochitl was a treasure of a human but that she could get carried away by possibilities every now and then.

“She’s already seeing us tie the knot.”

“Who? She and… ohhh, hold on, she meant you and me?” I nodded as I looked at her with a smile. Her face fell and she started to blush.

“What’s the matter, Juanita, don’t you think it’s a funny idea?”

“Yes, but you can’t get married here at all!”

I shook my head and pulled her towards me. With my head next to hers, I whispered in her ear: “Officially, same sex cannot get married here, but Chittie has found something about that. Didn’t you notice those photos yesterday?”

Juanita backed away to look at me in surprise. “Those pictures on the wall at Chittie’s?” I nodded. “No, I don’t believe I did. Was there anything weird with those pics?”

“All the photos hanging there are from unofficial weddings. At Chittie’s, anyone can get married, but it is usually gay or lesbian marriages that take place there.

She has been doing this since her husband Jorge died, because, as she says herself, everyone has the right to make a loving commitment. Her brother is a pretty progressive pastor and blesses the marriages. So maybe not for the state and the official church, but every bridal couple has received the blessing of God from the pastor.”

After a moment’s silence: “And who were the bride and groom in the photo you are on?”

“Oh, that was a coincidence. My then girlfriend and I had wandered in while a marriage was underway. I had no idea who got married. Probably it were those two guys in the middle. Everyone who came in during a marriage was welcome, which is why the majority of the people in most pictures are regular customers.”

She nodded but became very quiet. No word was said till we were well on our way.

I looked at her for a moment, hmm how good she looked. She had stopped drumming. A slow song of St. Germain had made her look out of the car window. I focused on the road again.

“How long have you known her, Dito? You get along so well.” I sort of startled when she spoke.

“You mean Chittie and me?” From the corner of my eye I saw she nodded.’

“I was still young when we, as a family, already came to the restaurant of Xochitl and her husband Jorge. My parents had a special relationship with them. Jorge often came to our house to do odd jobs. When we needed an electrician, carpenter or plumber, Jorge was called.

We actually ate at Chittie’s every Sunday. She made a Chateaubriand and it was flambéed at the table. We had a fixed table and şişli escort fixed places. My father opposite my mother, Chittie stood at our table with a mobile cart with a burner, a cutting board and spices. I was allowed to sit opposite Chittie so I could have a good look at everything.

We also had a regular ritual, that went the same way every week: when the meat was ready, Chittie cut off a slice of it. She gave it to Mama. My mother then cut it into a biteable chunk and poked that on her fork. The fork went back to Chittie with the piece of meat, she put it through the pan with gravy again and offered the fork to Father. Then my mother tapped the plate with her knife, shook her head at Chittie as to tell her she did it wrong, at which Chittie put the fork with the meat into Father’s mouth.”

“What a strange ritual.”

“Oh, I always thought it was funny. Especially because I knew what came next. “

Juanita hung on my words as I continued.

“When father had chewed and swallowed and that often took a while, he nodded at Mama. My mother nodded back, and Chittie, who had been waiting next to Father all along, was pinched. Then she let out a cry and was allowed to continue cutting the meat. When all the meat had been served, she walked past all the plates again with the gravy and draped some over the meat.

In addition, she was pinched in her butt by both Father and Mama. Which made two more calls and gave us a lot of fun. We never knew whether it would be a high-pitched cry or a more animal growl. That growl of hers was great. She especially did that when she was a little behind me.”

Juanita laughed. “Then they must have had a great bond with each other.”

I nodded and thought about the time when Mama and Father were still alive. Chittie and Jorge had indeed had a great relationship with my parents. Suddenly I realized that all the relationships my parents had had with others had been more than friendly, even more, amiable.

“Are your parents still alive, Juanita?” I looked at her for a moment and saw she got a somewhat uneasy expression. “Sorry I was too bold?” I looked back at the road.

“I don’t know anything about my father. My mother took the secret with her to her grave. She passed away two years ago.” I looked aside for a moment and saw that she had taken a sad look. I put my hand on her knee.

“You don’t have to tell it now, girl. I don’t want you to be sad just because I want to satisfy my curiosity. Tell it when you want it or not, it’s up to you. ” I concentrated on the road again, my hand remained on her knee.

She cleared her throat. “My mother has always told me that you don’t need a man to be happy, especially with a child. She advised me to keep Tomàs. Even more so when I told her I didn’t know who his father is.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her looking at me with a penetrating look for a response from me. I continued to focus on the road.

HOooooo, hold on. All of a sudden the lightning struck me. I looked for a place to park the car and hit the first side path. I braked hard and put the car on the side of the dirt road. I lowered the sound of St. Germain and looked at Juanita without saying a word. My lips tightened and Juanita looked at me in shock.

“What are you doing Dito? Why are we standing still? What is wrong?”

I became angry now. “Now you listen very carefully girl. When you really want to start something with me, I want you to be totally honest first and stop bullshitting me.”

She looked at me with a surprised and worried look. “What … what do you mean?”

I gritted my teeth and I hissed at her: “Just a few days ago you told me you had such a hard time with the divorce and now you’re talking about not knowing Tomàs’ father. Now you tell me…. where is the lie?”

She got a head like a buoy. “I…, I….” She hung her head as tears fell on her hands. I said nothing, opened the window and waited patiently for her to speak. I heard a bird whistle a nice song and couldn’t control a little smile.

29 In control

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“I…, I……” Charlize sobbed and trembled. I stood in front of her and had the tip of the spike of my high-heel placed on her thigh. She was in her uniform, mecidiyeköy escort her hands at her back, sitting in front of me. Her head bent slightly forward, so that her bangs covered her eyes. Like the sunlight, the outside noise sparkled in through the open window. A bird high in the sky sang a beautifully varied song.

I looked down at her and thought to myself what a great actress she was. I shifted my stiletto shoe slightly and pushed her skirt higher with the pointy toe. When I could see the dark curls, I put my heel back on her upper leg and pressed my stiletto heel a bit into the soft flesh. Her head shot up and she looked at me wildly through her bangs.

I bent over and took her chin in my hand. “I thought we made an appointment when you came here, you little slut!”

“Oui, madame … I … I didn’t want to do it, mais …”

“Chèrie, tell it from the start, and don’t blame anyone else. I want to hear everything from you in detail.”

She looked at me boldly now.

“I got up early this morning. I had to go to the toilet and immediately took a towel and my toothbrush so that I could take a shower right after. In my nightgown I walked down the quiet corridor, probably everyone was still asleep. At the second door I heard soft strange music playing. Apparently someone else who got up early too. I walked on and suddenly I heard a creeping moan. I involuntarily smiled…

Behind this door was someone who probably liked morning sex. I paused for a moment, and the moaning turned to deep moans. Without realizing it, my free hand made its way to my chest and I rubbed it. I gently massaged and tugged on my now hard nipple. I let it go again and squeezed it. To keep from screaming, I pressed my lips together. I decided to walk on, someone could walk down the hall.

Excited, I showered quickly because I didn’t take the time to satisfy myself as I was afraid you might need me. After I had showered I walked back into the hallway. Only the music still sounded. Almost arrived at my door, I heard another door open and turned around. A girl came out whom I had met during hazing. She looked at me, turned red and quickly ran down the hall to the stairs. I walked into my room and put on my uniform, like you told me.”

She looked at me to make sure I didn’t have to say anything. I nodded to let her go on.

“While I was getting dressed, I realized I couldn’t fasten the corset myself.”

I was well aware of that when I gave it to her. That’s how she would always need me when getting dressed. However, my smile paled to the grin on her face, so I subtly pressed my heel into her thigh.

“Continue.”

“I wanted to ask you to fasten the cord and gently opened the door to your room. Then I saw you sitting naked on the couch.”

“And then?” I asked her even though I already knew the answer.

“What I had heard and the shower had made me so hot that I couldn’t control myself.”

I shook my head.

“I don’t want to know what you did, I want to hear what you saw and what it did to you.”

She looked at me questioningly for a moment. “Oh, ohhhh, Naturellement.”

It started to dawn on her.

“I saw you with your feet on the bench with your legs spread and your hands on your breasts. Your eyes were closed. I saw your fingers pulling on your err nipples. Then I saw your hand go over the belly between your legs and then I felt wet between my legs and I did what you did.”‘

“Yes, and what did you do then?”

I changed the position of my shoe and pushed the tip under her skirt between her legs. She watched what happened, but said nothing. Her head obsessed following the movement of my foot. When I felt resistance I rubbed the tip of my shoe up and down. Not too much, but just enough for her to feel uncomfortable. I heard her breathing quicken.

“I rubbed between my …” she started to pant.’

“Legs … Nnnn …”.

“Continue.” I slightly increased the pressure on my shoe.

“You were so … busy …” Her sentences were now spoken in a kind of staccato, pausing after every two words when my shoe went up.

“I assumed … that you hadn’t … heard … me, but I couldn’t … close the door … because I … had one hand … between my … legs and … with the other … pulled on my … nipples. ” She had said it as quickly as she could and I saw her face start to color.

“And it was … such a hot … sight, to … see you … on the couch … as your hand went … faster and faster … and I felt that … I istanbul escort was… getting close.”

She now supported her forehead against my thigh. I put some more pressure on it and put my heel on the floor. As if I stepped on an accelerator and released it, over and over, I worked her crotch. I felt that the toe of my shoe was now between her lips.

“Hmmmpfff…”

“Don’t let me stop you Chèrie, tell me further …”

“I closed … the … door softly … closed …” She moaned.

Pause.

Hmm, Dito slow down. Calm down now. Let her recover. The tip of my shoe was high in her crotch and pressed against her clitoris. I gave a little more pressure, which made her buttocks get off the ground.

“… So that you… wouldn’t hear me……. With one… hand still between… my legs… I dropped… on my… bed… and smothered… my scream… in the pillow…. “

Her head was now rolling back and forth over my thigh.

“Everything got wet …, my skirt …, my bed …, the floor … everything got wet …. and, and then … I couldn’t … go to the hallway …. I heard … voices and I … thought … one thing: … I have to … clean … before you would see …. I thought… your bathroom… and when I…. opened the … door to your room… there was… no one… And then… suddenly you were… there…. Oh yes… oh yes… “

She moaned again and groaned, I thought I even heard her teeth grinding.

Now I started feeling wet myself and took my foot away and put my hand on her head and pulled it against my crotch. She let out a cry and pulled her head away.

“S’il vous plait, Madame le Preses let me come, I’m so hot.”

There was a snicker in her voice while she said it and looked at me longingly. I shook my head. After I got dressed I walked into the bathroom and saw her standing there, her corset halfway, her breasts bulging above the fabric. In her bare ass she was removing a stain from her skirt.

“You are going to help me first. Remember I didn’t give you permission to use my bathroom. If you now focus on your task to my full satisfaction, we will see from there.”

I took her hair and pulled her hard against me. While lifting my skirt with my other hand, I pressed her face to my wet panties.

“Lick, foolish pledge, lick as if your life depends on it.”

It remained silent for a long time, nothing was heard but our moaning.

I came back to reality and saw I was staring at the bird and slowly became aware I had a smile on my lips, when suddenly Juanita broke the silence.

“They don’t know any better at work than that I was married and went on alone with Tomàs after an unfortunate period. The reality is that I have no idea who Tomàs’ father is. In the period that he must have been conceived, I had quite a few different contacts.”

I looked at her. “Why?”

She had looked down all this time, but now dared to look at me. She looked sad.

“I wanted to tell you that at your house that evening. I have never seen the second photo book Pablo made. He had made it for someone who had some sort of power over him and had to give the book to him. Pablo had told me that if I wanted the book I would have to wait until they made contact with me. He urged me not to make a fuss, because otherwise it would end badly.”

“WHAT? That little manipulator had you trapped? What a bastard!!” I looked at her with horror. “How awful!”

In terlude

In his diary

Wednesday 8/15/1979

Now that V. has returned to her home country and D. has moved into the student house on campus, Mistress has indicated that she needs a new toy. Someone who can come to live here at the mansion to meet all the mistress’s wishes. I ordered J. Monday to place an ad in a regional newspaper asking for a female servant. This morning the newspaper was distributed and this afternoon three calls were made. Mistress has indicated that she is willing to pay the normal applicable fee.

Thursday 8/16/1979

Today there are five more responses. I rejected two of them because they were married women. Mistress has announced that she wants to see one of yesterday’s three candidates. I called the other two saying that we will not use their services. I invited the remaining four to come and talk tomorrow. Initially I will speak to them… Mistress has indicated that she only wants to speak to the one who remains. In it she fully relies on my insight.

Saturday 8/18/1979

This afternoon I am going to pick up E. from the orphanage, where she has lived and works now. I told her not to bring too much as there is always a possibility to have things she forgot to be picked up later. Since D. is staying on campus in the dorm this weekend, I told J. to reserve a table for three tomorrow. Mistress had told us to include the girl in the family. As before D. was born and she married J., C. was a family member.

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Juliet’s Play Date

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Mistress and Juliet and a new toy.

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Other Mistress and Charlotte stories for your enjoyment

Girl Friday
Kitten With Benefits
Maid’s Day Off
A Beautiful Night
Charlotte’s Opening Day
Best Laid Plans
Charlotte’s Secret Recipe
Charlotte’s Jazzy Halloween
Tina’s Plea Bargain
The Third Wheel
Charlotte’s Summer Vacation
It’s A Gift

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Author’s Note

The events and characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

As with all Mistress and Charlotte tales, this story contains aspects of dominance and submission. Still, it is safe, sane, and consensual as well as kind and loving. As usual, if this type of activity is not your thing, you may want to skip this story and find something else to read.

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Prologue

Dear Friends,

I hope you’ve had the chance to read about the wonderful time Charlotte and I had vacationing in Baja. While we were there, we met a wonderful young woman named Juliet and things got, well, let’s just say things got fun. If this is all news to you, and you’ve never heard of Juliet, then you should definitely read our story called The Third Wheel (Mistress and Charlotte find a friend) and Charlotte’s Summer Vacation (The story of how two became three) to get caught up.

Originally, we hadn’t planned on staying in contact, but one thing led to another and now here we are with Juliet spending the summer with us. She and Charlotte get along really well, and I have to say I’m getting rather spoiled having two perpetually horny submissives in the house.

Love and Hugs,
Mistress Natasha

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Introduction

Natasha

“Honey, what are you doing awake?” I stepped out of our en-suite bathroom to find Juliet, normally not an early riser, eyes wide open and propped up with a pillow against the headboard. Her gaze appeared to be fixed on her phone. She had cast the comforter aside and was only partially covered by a thin sheet.

“Texting a friend back home?” I asked.

She didn’t answer. I stepped forward a little more while finishing up the last few buttons on my blouse.

As I looked a little closer, I noticed something about the outline of her legs beneath the sheet. They were spread wide, with what looked to be the shape of her hand right in the middle. Her hand alternated between long smooth motions and short sharp jerks. And judging from the vacant look in her eyes, I figured she’d been that way since shortly after I stepped into the bathroom.

“You know honey, you’re always welcome to join me in the shower if you have morning urges. I honestly won’t mind being a few minutes late for work.” I tucked in the tails of my blouse and zipped my skirt. “Care to smooth out my wrinkles?”

Juliet slowly shifted her gaze from her phone to my legs. “Yes, Miss Natasha. With pleasure.”

She handed me her phone as she went to work running her hand down over my skirt. Fortunately for my skirt, Juliet used the hand that had been holding her phone and not the one that she just pulled from her crotch. As she was coming up for another pass, I happened to glance down at her phone’s display.

Porn.

I let my eyes linger for a bit as I took in a scene of two lingerie-clad mixed-race dominatrixes both tormenting a lovely Asian submissive, who by the looks of things, appeared to be thoroughly enjoying the extra attention that came from having two mistresses.

I grinned and picked up Juliet’s other hand, running my tongue over and around her sticky fingers — the ones that had just been on intimate terms with her honeypot. “Are we not keeping you busy enough, honey?”

Juliet shuddered a moment before answering. “Hmm? Oh it’s not that, Miss Natasha. I mean — look at the girl being whipped. Doesn’t she look just like Charlotte?”

“Doesn’t who look like me?” Charlotte asked as she walked through the door carrying a wide wooden serving tray. The tray was loaded with still-steaming Belgian waffles, little cups of yogurt and fresh fruit compote. It smelled delicious.

“And why aren’t you two in bed? This is supposed to be a breakfast in bed day,” Charlotte complained. “Mistress it’s Saturday, please tell me you’re not going into the office today.”

“Sorry, baby. This project is crazy.” I grimaced as I mentally tallied up all the overtime I had accrued so far this year. “But look what Juliet found on the internet to keep you two entertained while I’m gone. She says the sexy Asian kitten reminds her of you.”

Charlotte set the breakfast tray down and stared at Juliet’s phone, mouth agape for a moment before finally speaking. “She’s very pretty and I’m flattered you think so, but I’m sure she’s Filipina darling,” Charlotte said. “And I’m half Chinese. My father was a Shaolin priest, remember?”

Juliet snickered. She knew Charlotte was pulling her leg with the Shaolin priest bit, çapa escort as did I.

“Besides,” Charlotte said, “I don’t know if I’d let either of those ladies near me with a whip like that.”

“Not even for playtime?” Juliet let out a sigh. “I can totally see myself as this girl, but bent over Miss Natasha’s desk instead. Having you hold my hands while I let her flog the stuffing out of me.”

I turned my gaze from Juliet’s phone to Juliet’s face. I must not have had a very good handle on my expression, because as soon as our eyes met she quickly looked away. I think Juliet may have let slip more than she had intended. I continued looking her direction, but she still would not meet my gaze.

“I mean I would — I would if you — but only if you wanted to, Miss Natasha.”

Oh boy, I thought. I picked up a cup of yogurt and gave my girls each a quick peck as I headed for the door. “Sorry girls, I’m going to be late for the office. We’ll have to talk when I get home.”

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It’s a Date

Charlotte

Juliet and I stood in the kitchen, loading the breakfast dishes into the dishwasher. We were both still naked. — Because, why not? — It was Saturday and neither of us had anyplace to be until later in the day. And it was really only me who had an obligation with my lounge gig. Juliet might tag along, but she didn’t have to.

“Darling, are you OK?” I asked.

“I am such an idiot Charlotte.” Juliet grimaced. “Should have just kept my big mouth shut. But, no! I had to go and reveal my flogging fantasy to Miss Natasha — who obviously wasn’t ready to hear it. Did you see the way she ran out of the room after that? Like she couldn’t get away fast enough.”

I hung my arm over Juliet’s shoulder and kissed her on the cheek. “It’s OK darling. I’ve pulled a few moves like that myself. Just give her some time to think. Mistress always comes up with something in the end. She’s very understanding.”

Juliet heaved a sigh.

“And honestly, if it’s that important to you, I’ll tan your skinny little hide in a heartbeat.” I snickered a little and I felt Juliet relax, resting her head on me. “But only because I like you so much.”

Juliet looked at me with a wavering gaze. “Charlotte — oh, how do I explain it …”

Juliet was really having a tough time with this. And I know it didn’t help that she was entirely smitten with Mistress and hung on her every word like it was life or death. Polar opposite of the happy-go-lucky, and dare I say slightly obnoxious, Juliet that I knew.

I wrapped my arms around her. She was such a love-sick puppy. It was cute, and I was well aware of the spell Mistress could cast with just a single word or a glance. I think the word is charisma, allure, magnetism — pick one. It didn’t really matter, Mistress had a special kind of draw all her own.

“Charlotte.” Juliet paused. “Charlotte, when we were showing Miss Natasha all the things that you taught me — and — and she asked me to bend over her desk, like …”

“Like for accepting punishment?” I finished for her.

“Mmm-hmm. When I was bent over and she was dragging that wicked crop up the inside of my thigh …” Juliet paused again. “I was so scared she was going to whack me with it. But — but it was such a rush, you know?”

Actually I did know. Mistress and I had played a few games that involved some rougher aspects. I smiled as I thought back to my grandmother’s coffee cake recipe and those delicious riding pants that Mistress wore as she tried to pry the recipe loose with that wicked crop. Two days it took. Mmm.

“… that make sense, Charlotte?”

“Sorry darling, does what make sense?”

“That I fantasized about her actually whacking me with the crop. Hard enough to make me cry out.”

“Actually, it does.” I picked up Juliet’s hand in mine and brought her fingers to my mouth for a quick kiss. Mistress was stressed out with work, Juliet was stressed out over wanting a few stripes on her lovely behind. What those two needed was a good play date — and I figured I should be the one to make that happen.

“Come on, darling,” I said. “Let’s walk down to the park. It’s a gorgeous day and I won’t have you wasting it by moping around here and pining for a pink bottom.” Juliet stuck her tongue out at me, but still managed to traipse along behind as I went upstairs for some clothes.

*

We stepped off the front porch with Juliet looking absolutely breathtaking in her borrowed canary yellow sundress. It was one of mine, and since Juliet has a couple inches on me, the hem was just a little higher and the neckline was just a little lower than when I wore it.

She was also rocking a pair of three-inch tall cork wedges in a way that I could never dream of pulling off. I stared at Juliet’s shoes, perhaps a little too longingly. They were the sexy ankle-tie variety and every time I glanced at her legs it made me picture her bound to our bed. It was enough fatih escort of a distraction that I began to question my own decision to not wear any undergarments.

“Charlotte, you OK?”

I stopped walking. “Why, am I leaking or something?”

“I don’t think so.” Juliet fixed me with a sideways gaze and a half-smirk. “Want me to check?”

I didn’t even get a word out and Juliet already had her hand pressed to my thigh and was quickly making her way up under my own skimpy sundress. “Please Juliet,” I groaned. “It’s a respectable neighborhood. Think of the children for goodness sake.”

She laughed and smacked me on the butt. “Seriously though, what’s got you all horned up?”

“You really want to know?” I reached my hand around to the back of her neck and pulled her in close. “It’s those shoes,” I whispered. “They make me think of having you while you’re tied up.” I nipped her earlobe before I let her go.

“Oh, Miss Charlotte,” she heaved. “It’s a date.”

“Sorry, not tonight darling, I have to work. Besides I wanted to talk about setting you up on a date with Mistress. But first let’s spend some time at the park, then I’ll take you to lunch and give you the details. I’m thinking the Greek place in the city, so we can stop off and get you a present.” I winked. “For your date.”

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Juliet and I stood together in front of the glass case inside The Scarlet Letter adult book and novelty store. Thankfully there was a woman behind the counter, because I just don’t think I could have talked to a man with all these sex toys and restraints impinging on my field of vision. I didn’t see any books at all, despite what the store promised on its sign.

Not surprisingly, the saleswoman was pierced and tattooed with a wide dark green-dyed mohawk that fit right in with the diversity of the neighborhood. She gave us a wary glance as she laid the flogger out on top of the glass case for us to inspect.

“Which one of you dolls will be doing the whipping.”

“Um, neither,” I said. I know I shouldn’t stereotype, but this woman did look to be a little too far on the scary biker end of the lesbian spectrum for my taste. She gave me a stare that could curdle milk.

“Actually, I’m hoping I can get her mistress to paint some stripes on my ass later tonight.” Leave it to Juliet to cut right to the heart of the matter. And in perhaps the most crass way imaginable.

The saleswoman glanced at Juliet and then let her gaze wander to my neck. I watched her do a quick mental calculation. Her entire look seemed to soften as I think she realized that my necklace might just have another, deeper significance.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “You have no idea how many college kids we get in here who have seen that fifty-shade movie and think that they’re ready to start keepin’ bitches in line. Then they send their girlfriends in here to buy the toys ’cause they’re too chicken.”

“I assure you …” I started but Juliet cut me off again.

“Her mistress is such a sweetheart,” Juliet said. “I’m probably going to have to beg her to do it.” She leaned forward, laying her hand on the saleswoman’s tattooed forearm as she shared all of the intimate details of her fantasy. I kept waiting for Juliet to pull out a stick of chewing gum and start snapping it like a two-dollar hooker, she was laying it on that thick.

“I didn’t even like that book,” the saleswoman continued. “I had to stop reading it when that jackass showed up at her parent’s house and got all controlling. Personally, I would have grabbed him by the nuts and kicked his ass to the curb.”

“Don’t even get me started,” Juliet said. “I mean, hello? Creepy stalker dude in aisle five. And chicky-babe just stands there gettin’ all weak in the knees.” Juliet cocked her thumb at me. “Her mistress is so much more civilized. Sometimes I think she just likes to spoil us. She even lets this one domme me around sometimes as a treat.”

I bit my lip to suppress a giggle. Leave it to Juliet to make a friend wherever she might go.

“Hey, I’m not really supposed to do this,” the saleswoman leaned over and whispered like it was some kind of big secret, “but if you two want to head to the back, I can let you take it for a little test drive.”

“Really? That’d be great.” Juliet was grinning from ear to ear, and it was getting to be a little much. She had her hand on the woman’s arm again, and it was taking all my resolve not to just reach out and smack her.

“Um — we really can’t stay long,” I said. “I have to work.”

“Not til four, Miss Charlotte.” Juliet put on perhaps the best academy award-winning pout I have ever seen cross her lips. “Please?”

I wanted to lean over and wring her obnoxious little neck, but I found myself nodding instead.

“Dave, can you watch the counter for a sec?” As soon as the big man started walking, the saleswoman held a curtain aside for us. “Come on you two.”

We stepped into what was a rather etiler escort cramped and disheveled stockroom. There were cardboard boxes piled up to the ceiling along every wall and a few in the middle of the room that had been opened to reveal sex toys of every description inside brightly-colored display packaging. The fire inspector would have a field day in here.

“I’m assuming you’ll want to start.” The saleswoman laid the black leather-wrapped handle of the flogger against my palm. “Come on, I saw the death glare you were giving your friend earlier. Go ahead and lay one on her.”

“Um, I don’t know,” I said. “I’ve only ever used a crop on her. And that didn’t go very well.”

“Oh, sorry. I guess I shouldn’t assume,” the saleswoman said. “Never assume, because it just makes an ass out of you and me. Get it? Ass — U — Me.” By the time she finished explaining, Juliet was giggling and had her hand on the woman’s arm again.

Keep it up, Juliet, I thought and squeezed the leather-wrapped handle in my hand.

“OK sugar, lean forward and rest your hands on these boxes.” The saleswoman patted one of the cardboard shipping boxes and Juliet leaned forward as she had asked. The saleswoman looked at me next. “Now you’ll want to get her warmed up first. So just drag this over her shoulders a few times.”

I reached my arm out and pulled the business end of the crop over the width of Juliet’s mostly bare shoulders until I got to the end and then reversed direction. I watched Juliet shiver, and judging from the gooseflesh rising on her skin, I don’t think it was just for show.

“Nice, isn’t it?” the saleswoman asked as I took another pass. Juliet just gave a throaty moan in response. “Now,” the saleswoman said, “go ahead and gather up the tails in your other hand.”

I did as she instructed and pulled the tails into my left hand as I continued holding the handle in my right. I thought I knew what was coming next. I figured I should do a light tap. I wasn’t worried so much about hurting Juliet as I was about her having an orgasm right here in the back room.

“Yep, like that. OK, get a little tension in it and let ‘er rip.”

Smack. I laid the tails right between Juliet’s shoulder blades. I watched as a violent shudder coursed through the entire length of her. I wanted to reach over and check her thighs, since I knew that like me she had elected to forego undergarments this morning.

“Hey, not bad for your first time.” The saleswoman was smiling. “Make sure you avoid any hard smacks to the spine or the kidneys, OK? Wanna give her a few across that cute little backside?”

I heard Juliet let out a long sigh. I looked into her wide eyes at pupils that were the size of dinner plates. She was nodding vigorously.

“I’d love to, but it’ll have to wait. I still have to go to work tonight and I don’t want to wear myself out.” No sooner did the words leave my lips, than I heard a groan escape Juliet. I grinned and held the handle out to the saleswoman. “But, would you mind showing me how it’s done? And please don’t feel like you need to be gentle at all.”

I don’t know whose smile was bigger, Juliet’s or the saleswoman’s. I heard a crack and a moan, and a few minutes later walked out of the back room with a very satisfied Juliet clutching my arm in an effort to maintain her balance.

“That’s a very lovely collar by the way. Looks custom. Must have cost your mistress a pretty penny.” The saleswoman placed the flogger in a very discrete black plastic bag and passed it over the counter to me along with my credit card.

“Thanks.”

“My name’s Zoe by the way.” She handed me a condom with the store’s contact information printed on the wrapper that I assumed was supposed to serve as her business card. “If you two ever need anything else, just ask for me and I’ll be happy to let you try it out before you have to lay down any hard cash. As long as there’s no fluids involved.”

Juliet heaved another deep sigh at the mention of fluids.

“Thanks, Zoe. I’m Charlotte, and this dreamy-eyed wreck over here is Juliet.”

“Nice to meet you. Now go make that Mistress of yours happy.”

I smiled, clutched the bag in my hand, and turned toward the door.

“Oh god, Charlotte.” Juliet said as we hit the sidewalk. “Promise you’ll do that to me when we get home.”

I smiled and patted her arm. “I’ve got to work, darling. You know that. You’ll just have to try to contain yourself.”

*

Let’s Just Go Straight to Dessert

Natasha

I grumbled as I looked at the clock in the corner of my computer monitor. I thought I was so close to being out of here and back home to my girls, but now it looked as if I wouldn’t even get there in time to see Charlotte before she left for her lounge gig.

Ding-ding.

I fished out my phone and glanced at the incoming text. Speak of the devil.

C: Don’t come to the lounge tonight, M. Go home instead. Through the front door.
N: OK, but why?
C: Juliet wants to have a play date, M. Please say yes.
N: Yes.
C: If she spills wine on you, pretend to get really upset. OK, M?
N: Do I even want to know what you girls got up to while I was away?
C: Probably not, M. But ask Juliet about Zoe when it’s all done.
N: Alright. Love you baby.
C: Love you too, M

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Teri, Please Don’t!

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[Haven’t submitted anything in far too long, so I finished one of several unfinished stories. Hope you like it – I think there’s definitely potential for these two to get up to a lot more naughty escapades! Any suggestions will be gratefully received.]

*

“No Teri, _please_ don’t!” pleaded Jean. Just as with the last few times she’d said it, Teri ignored her totally. Again, just like the last few times, Jean didn’t really put up much of a protest.

It had been meant to be a night out in town with a whole lot of their friends. As Jean and Teri slowly drank their way through first one, and then a second bottle of wine, various text messages and phone calls arrived. Each one was someone else piking out on them:

“Jimmy wants to stay in tonight.”

“My parents are coming tomorrow.”

“I need to get a good sleep, I might be going mountain-biking in the morning.”

Partly due to the wine, it wasn’t until after eight that Teri realised that it was just the two of them left.

“Bastards!” she exclaimed, “I was up for a bit of carnage, too!”

“well, I dunno about you, but I’m feeling pretty pissed,” said Jean, “I don’t feel like stopping drinking, though.”

“Fuck it, let’s have a beer each, wine’s too bloody strong,” Teri said, slurring just a little bit.

She came back from the kitchen, handing Jean an opened bottle, and keeping one for herself.

Jean put the bottle to her lips to taste it, only to be interrupted.

“Wait!” Teri almost yelled. “I thought maybe we’d play ‘I’ve Never’, make things a bit more interesting.”

Jean pulled the bottle away from her lips, nodding and saying, “OK.”

She’d only moved in with Teri a couple of months ago – she knew her through some mutual friends. So far they had got on fantastically well, Jean’s more retiring nature perfectly complementing Teri’s more brash, outgoing personality.

Really though, Jean knew very little about her flatmate, and a game like this might help her learn a bit more.

“I’ve never . . . ” said Jean, pausing to think. “I’ve never wagged school,” she finished, immediately taking a sip.

Teri took a sip, but with a condescending look on her face said, “Dude, you’ll have to do better than that for an opener. Think of something really crazy, really naughty.”

Jean flushed a little on hearing this.

“OK, um . . . I’ve never . . . god, um . . . “

A naughty glint caught her eye. “I’ve never been caught playing with myself.”

Both girls took another drink, Jean explaining, “I wasn’t even really doing it, just absent-mindedly fiddling under the covers when my mum burst in.”

Teri looked at her sideways. “You’ve only ever been caught _once_? Really?”

Jean’s face reddened again.

“Yes,” she lied, “I’ve just always been really careful.” Well, she had ever since the _other_ time she got caught, the time she wasn’t mentioning.

“Wow,” said Teri, “I can’t even _count_ the number of times I’ve been caught at it! Since you shared, though, I’ll tell you one of the more, I dunno, _embarrassing_ times.

“I was on a long drive back home from somewhere, I’d been driving, by myself, for two or three hours, drinking Coke. I stopped to have a pee by the side of the road, seriously in the middle of nowhere.

“Even though there was no-one else around, I walked into the forest a little way. I took my shorts and knickers off completely, in a little dirt clearing up above the road.

“What?” she says, to Jean’s quizzical look. “It’s just easier to have them out of the way sometimes!

“Anyway, before you know it, I’m totally naked, frigging myself silly as I strut around the clearing. I hear a car, and fucking hell, it stops beside mine!

“A girl, a bit younger than me gets out, and comes running straight towards me.

“I was actually pretty close to coming by this point, but I froze where I stood. I’m not sure what I thought this would do – I mean, a six-foot-tall white girl, stark naked? I didn’t beşiktaş escort really blend in!

“This girl still hadn’t seen me – I guess she was just so busting to pee that she was oblivous to anything else.

“She stopped about ten feet away from me, _facing_ me! then hiked up her skirt, frantically pulled down her knickers, and squatted there in front of me.

“I was still right on the edge, and this girl was still looking down between her legs, so without really thinking, I started rubbing myself again.

“I watched the girl, still oblivious to me, for a few seconds, then I could feel myself starting to come, and closed my eyes, getting lost in the feeling.

“I think she still might not have seen me, except I made some kind of noise as I was coming. I opened my eyes to find her staring straight back at me, open-mouthed.

“There was nothing else I could do but let the orgasm run its course. I don’t think I’d _ever_ come so hard!

“I was still feeling little aftershocks as the girl calmly stood up, pulled her knickers back on, and walked back to the car.

“It was only at that point that I noticed what I can only assume was the girl’s mother in the passenger seat.

“I don’t know how well she could see me, or how long she’d been looking at me, but as they drove off she smiled at me and licked her lips.”

Like Jean before her, Teri hadn’t quite told the whole story there, but she’d got the idea her flatmate might not be ready for that kind of thing. Not yet, at any rate.

“Right, I’ve got one for _you_ now,” Teri said, with something very close to a wicked grin.

“I’ve never been turned on by a girl telling me a story about getting caught playing with herself!”

Teri immediately took a swig, then looked at her flatmate, whose bottle was still on the table.

“Are you seriously telling me you aren’t turned on? Look, you’re squirming!”

“Teri, please, don’t,” a now very red-faced and flustered Jean mumbled, looking down at her drink.

“Come on, Jean, if you’re turned on, you’re turned on! It doesn’t matter! You don’t have to be embarrassed about it. In fact, by the rules of the game, you _have_ to tell me, it’s the law!”

Jean opened her mouth as if to say something, still looking down at the table, but closed it again, shaking her head.

“Please, Teri, don’t . . .” she finally said, still not meeting her flatmate’s gaze.

“Come on, man, theres no need to be ashamed about it. Look, I’ll make things easier for you: one, I’m turned on from telling the story, just thinking about it makes me horny as hell; two, if you don’t want to keep playing, just shake your head.”

Teri paused while Jean just continued to look down at the table.

“So you want to keep playing, then?” Teri asked.

An almost imperceptible nod was Jean’s answer.

“Fuckin’ A! Right, you’d best be taking a drink then, ’cause I _know_ you’re turned on right now!”

Jean sat up, leaned heavily against the back of her chair, and finally raised the bottle to her lips, taking a long swallow.

“Yeeeeesss!” Teri yelled, “I bloody knew it! Your turn now – before you ask a question though, take time to make sure it’s a damn good one – you owe me!”

“Oh, I’ve got a good one alright,” said Jean, still unable to look her flatmate in the eye.

“I’ve never . . . _mas_turbated in the kitchen,” Jean paused, this time loooking straight into Teri’s eyes, “while someone else was in the lounge.”

“Fu-u-uck,” Teri said, with an astonished look, “looks like I’d better add another one to ‘being busted.’ I . . .”

“Better have a drink then,” Jean interrupted, grinning again now she had the upper hand.

“Sure,” said Teri, stopping to take a swig, “but I thought you had no idea about that one. How did you know?”

Jean maintained her grin, “Did you really think I wouldn’t figure it out? Maybe if you’d just gone out to the kitchen every ad break taksim escort I might not have realised, but when you disappeared out there for a whole section of whatever it was we were watching, I got suspicious!”

“Shit, I never realised I was in the kitchen that long!” exclaimed Teri. “God, I really did get a bit carried away, didn’t I?”

“I’ll say,” replied her flatmate, “I could hear you at one point – kind of a squelching noise behind your panting. Then, when you came back, I could see that your fingers were wet, and most of all, I could _smell_ you!”

“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” said Teri, looking very ashamed now, “I thought I was being so discreet. You must have been disgusted . . .”

“Um . . . yeah, actually I was,” said Jean, thinking quickly. “I think you owe me an apology – in fact, I think you need to make it up to me somehow.”

Jean’s face had turned from mischeivous to stony very quickly. “Fuck, I’ve really gone too far this time,” thought Teri, “she doesn’t seem to be _too_ angry though. I just hope she doesn’t ask me to move out.”

“Look, you’re completely right, I promise I’ll make it up to you, just let me know how,” said Teri, a genuine look of contrition on her face.

“I will,” said Jean, finishing her beer. “First thing you can do is get some more beers, though. There aren’t any left in the fridge, so you’ll have to go out to the garage.”

“Sure, sure, back in a minute,” said Teri, relieved to be given an excuse to make herself scarce.

As soon as she heard the back door open, Jean swung into action, muttering, “it’s now or never,” to herself as she peeled off her tights and knickers, leaving them in a pile on the floor.

These were soon joined by her top, and a couple of seconds later her bra landed on the pile, leaving her standing completely naked in the kitchen. She knew she was taking an incredible risk by doing this, but she felt so horny from hearing Teri’s story, and she didn’t want to regret never having at least tried this.

She could hear the fridge in the garage slam shut outside, and knew she only had a few seconds to be ready for Teri. Her stomach was doing flip-flops, a combination of nerves and horniness. On top of this, she could smell her sex, now that there were no layers of cloth masking it.

Just as she’d got herself positioned nicely, the back door clicked open, and she could hear Teri speaking.

“Look, dude – Jean – I think maybe it’s best if we just forget it ever happened. I can _assure_ you it certainly won’t happen again.”

Jean heard a drawer open, and a noise as Teri searched through it for the bottle opener.

“Maybe I need some help, I mean, I just get sooo fucking horny sometimes, I do stupid things, I don’t even think about the consequences.”

Now Jean heard two clicks as Teri opened the bottles, followed by the metallic noise of the lids hitting the benchtop. Her tummy started up all over again – there was no backing out now, Teri would see her any second.

“So anyway, I’m _truly_ sorry, and I never meant for you to . . .” Teri trailed off as she rounded the corner, bringing Jean into view.

The first and most obvious thing was that Jean was _completely_ naked, not a stitch of clothing on, and not even any jewellery. To Teri, Jean’s skin appeared shiningly white, alabaster even.

She had two of the most perfect tits Teri had ever seen, with small, light pink nipples standing to attention.

These were the only exceptions to her beautiful white skin, aside from a red flush over her upper chest, neck and face, and the fine ginger curls at her crotch.

Her naked white legs were either side of one of the dining chairs, straddling it, with the back of the chair behind her.

Most surprisingly of all, Teri could see the bottom of one of their empty beer bottles between Jean’s legs. The neck of the bottle was quite plainly buried in her flatmate’s lips – there was nowhere else it could nişantaşı escort possibly be.

The deep green of the glass was a perfect contrast with Jean’s light skin, and complemented her light red pubic hair beautifully.

Teri quickly put the beers down on the table – she was in danger of dropping them otherwise. She tried to think of something to say, but had been rendered completely speechless by seeing Jean this way.

Jean was also unable to speak. She still had no idea if she’d done the right thing – maybe Teri was disgusted with her? Whatever the case, she’d gone far too far now to turn back, and besides, she was feeling even more horny since Teri walked into the room and saw her.

Jean reached a hand down between her legs, gripping it around the bottom of the beer bottle. Once she had grasped it firmly, she slowly straightened her legs, gradually pulling herself off the bottle, until it wetly popped out of her.

She found that the sexiness had given her the courage to look Teri right in the eyes while she was doing this – she still couldn’t bring herself to say anything, but the eye contact was enough to send shivers of naughty pleasure through her whole body.

She began to gently lower herself onto the bottle again. Jean was leaning back a little, so Teri could see the mouth of the bottle pressing harder against her flatmate’s lips, until suddenly it plunged its way inside, accompanied by a sharp intake of breath from Jean.

In short order, the neck of the bottle was totally inside Jean again, her lips tightly clamped around it.

Jean was _really_ starting to enjoy herself now. She was still looking Teri in the eyes, but could now see that Teri was looking nowhere but at the bottle, at Jean’s crotch.

Jean started to slowly straighten her legs again. Teri could see Jean’s lips as they clung to the glass while being pulled up and away from it. They seemed to resist the bottle being pulled away, stretching down the neck of the bottle as if to keep it inside Jean’s fanny as long as they possibly could.

Then, suddenly, the bottle was out again. For a split-second Teri saw Jean’s lips retain the circular shape of the bottle neck, before they came back together again, to another sharp breath from Jean.

As Jean started to lower herself onto the bottle once more, Teri could see the neck glistening wet, with a drop of milky fluid running down over the shoulder of the bottle and onto Jean’s hand.

Jean was definitely moving faster now, the neck wholly inside her in just a couple of seconds, then quickly being drawn back out again.

When the bottle starting pushing its way inside her once more, Jean was astonished to find that she was starting to come. The fluttering deep within her and down through her fanny to her lips was unmistakeable – soon the spasms would become stronger and closer together, until they were completely involuntary.

She was surprised by this as she had _never_ been able to come this quickly before. She was well past the point of caring what Teri thought of her now, and closing her eyes, started to really fuck the bottle in earnest, feeling her orgasm build and build. God, it felt so amazing!

In just over a minute she passed the point of no return, feeling her cunt spasm hard and uncontrollably, alternately gripping and releasing the bottle.

It was without doubt the most intense orgasm she had _ever_ had! It seemed to be going on for longer than she’d ever come in the past, and with the pleasure barely diminished, she became aware of her surroundings again.

She opened her eyes, suddenly desperate to know how Teri was responding to her orgasm.

To her delight, Teri’s pants were around her knees, her hand vigorously rubbing her very erect clit. Teri’s eyes were still firmly focused on her flatmate’s crotch, Jean’s orgasm pushing her on towards her own.

Without warning, Teri started bucking her hips wildly, plainly coming hard. Jean’s orgasm was just beginning to subside as Teri’s began, and it was now Jean’s turn to be transfixed by her flatmate’s climax.

The only noise to be heard in the room was panting, as the two of them came down from their climaxes.

“Well,” Teri finally said, “I can’t _wait_ to hear what you’ll get me to do to make up for masturbating in the kitchen that time . . .”

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Finding Out the Truth Ch. 02

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Continuation of the first story. This story makes more sense if you read the first story.

My relationship with Mandy was over after that humiliating encounter. I deleted Mandy’s number and tried to delete the memory of the humiliating episode from my mind. However try as I might I couldn’t get the image of Jason’s huge white cock off my mind.

About three months later, it’s a Friday evening, I’m in my local pub having a drink after work. I wasn’t dating or even trying to. I had thrown myself into work in a bid to fill my mind and thoughts with something else apart from Jason and Mandy. My life consisted of 15 hour weekdays and booze filled weekends to numb the pain I felt.

So am in my pub at the bar having my favorite beer chatting with a pub regular called Joe. It was around 8pm, I wasn’t drunk yet. Well not as drunk as I wanted to be anyway. I spotted him when there was a lull in the conversation with Joe and I turned around to look at the crowd. There he was, my nemesis, Jason. My heart almost stopped, the booze disappeared as I looked at him. He was on the other side of the pub with a group of what looked like work colleagues. A mixed crowd of men and women of various, all of them dressed formally, no Friday dress-down. Laughing and chatting like they were having a good time. He seemed like the youngest of the bunch but despite the age difference, there was no doubt the crowd gravitated towards him. He had a natural charisma and charm which was noticeable even from a distance. I could see a couple of older female colleagues fawning over him, excessively laughing at something he said. I felt a stir of anger and jealousy over me. But I knew there was no way I’d start a fight with him. The guy was too huge, he’d mop the floor with me! I turned back to my beer, my mood now sullen and withdrawn. Joe noticed the change of mood.

‘You alright dude?’ He asked.

‘Naaa, am alright. Stressed about work, just remembered something I need to do.’ I lied.

‘Tequila, tequila my friend,’ Joe shouted as he gestured to the barman.

‘Tequila to make you forget work. Your problems will be there for you tomorrow. Let’s drink tequila and forget our problems.’ He said with a smile.

‘TEQUILA!!’ I shouted with a smile forcing myself to forget the presence of my nemesis.

Five tequila shots and two beers later, I was dead drunk. I had totally forgotten about Jason as I stumbled drunkenly to the loo. I was in a happy space. I got in the loo, found my way to the urinal, unzipped and started peeing as I grinned remembering a stupid conversation I was having with Joe.

‘Look who’s here!’

I turned my head sideways to find my nemesis grinning at me. He was also peeing at the urinal but unlike me, he looked cool and composed. My mind went blank as I looked at him. I literally forgot to pee as I looked at the man who humiliated me in front of my girlfriend. He was almost laughing as he sensed my discomfort.

‘I didn’t know you come here. Good to see you.’ He said with a grin.

I was silent. I literally had nothing to see. No smart ass retort to make. I knew he could sense my discomfort as he finished peeing and zipped up.

‘Where you at? Let me buy you a drink.’ He said to me as he passed by while going to wash his hands.

I shook my head and looked downwards. The message was clear for him to see. Piss off!

He laughed as he left the toilet. My face flushed with anger and humiliation. My pee finally unfroze as he left. I quickly finished up and headed back to the bar. My mind was made up. Get the hell out of here at once!

Just as I was settling the bill at the bar I felt a meaty hand slap my back. Turned around to see my nemesis grinning at me as he squeezed himself into the nearest bar stool.

‘You can’t leave without a tequila from me.’ He said. ‘Two tequilas,’ he shouted at the barman.

My mind was on flight mode but there was nowhere I was going as his meaty hand gripped my shoulders.

He casually leaned to me and whispered.

“Look. I’m sorry about what happened that night. Mandy never told me she was dating someone and when she called me she said some douchebag was harassing her and wanted to beat her up and she needed my help. That’s why I came like that. I’m sorry.”

I looked at his handsome face and I could see he was genuine. I was kinda surprised. I had already marked him off as a douchebag but the apology was actually genuine.

“It’s all good. Shit happens!” I mumbled.

“Cool man. Let’s have TEQUILA!” He said as he thrust a shot at me.

I quickly downed the tequilas. My head throbbed as I remembered what happened. I couldn’t believe the man who fucked my girlfriend in front of me was now busy buying me tequilas like we were bosom buddies.

“Fuck it,” I thought. Might as well get drunk on his tab.

I pushed all thoughts of Mandy out of my mind and turned around and smiled at him.

‘You know what?’ I said. “Fuck that woman and fuck you!! Now let’s drink!”

He laughed and turned to escort the barman to order more drinks.

We spent the next 20 minutes chatting. I could feel myself getting drawn to this man. I’m not a talkative guy but he had a way of drawing me out and I found myself talking about my life and work and laughing at his silly jokes. All of a sudden it occurred to me that I was behaving like one of his fawning female colleagues. Touching him, laughing at everything he said, hanging over his every word! I was like a schoolgirl fawning over her favorite movie star. I was attracted to him!

The thought sobered me up instantly.

“I’m too drunk. Going home now.” I abruptly said while getting up.

He looked at me with a look of confusion and a sly smile on his face.

“Dude your drunk!” He said as he stood up and gestured for his bill. “I tell you what. Let me give you a ride home, you’ll pick up your car tomorrow. Just my way of making it up to you.”

Before I knew what was happening I was being shepherded to the door, out into the night and into his BMW. He smiled as he started the car.

“You know what? Let’s go to my place and hit a couple of drinks then I’ll get you an Uber.” He wasn’t even asking me. He was telling me this as I found myself nodding in agreement. I couldn’t understand why I didn’t refuse. It was like he was in charge of me, I could only do what he wanted.

We drove in silence to his place. Five minutes later, we parked at a swanky complex. He led the way to his simplex and I followed meekly like a lamb being led to the slaughter. We got in and true to his word, he got me a beer from the fridge and also poured a tequila. We quickly downed the shots while he put the TV on.

“Make yourself at home,” he said. “Lemme take a leak.”

He strode into the bathroom and left me alone. I could hear him peeing noisily and then flushing the loo, washing his hands and coming back to the room.

“Look at me.” He said as he came back to the room.

I turned around to look at him and gasped in shock. His pants and briefs were on his knees and his huge member was visible to see.

“I noticed how you looked at it in the toilet in the pub. How you stared at it when I was fucking your girlfriend.” he said softly with a slight smile on his face. “Wanna touch it? I know you do. Touch it.” He goaded me.

I couldn’t help it. It was like his penis was the center of my existence. I stared at it in fascination. The circumcised head. The veins popping out. The pubic hair sprouting out at the bottom. The tiny shapely balls comically dwarfed by the girth of his penis.

“Touch it,” he said.

I reached out and touched my first cock. Startled to feel its warmth and weight. It twitched with my touch and a drop of a clear liquid appeared from the head. I could feel it start to get hard in my touch.

“Ever touched another man’s cock before?” He asked.

“No. Never.” I replied.

“Well then this is your chance.” He said. “Stroke it.”

I started stroking it, fascinated by the way it was getting harder and longer. I could feel his gaze on me but my eyes were focused on his magnificent cock. I couldn’t control myself anymore. I reached out and kissed the head, licking the droplet of liquid, feeling its silkiness in my mouth.

He moaned as I kissed his cock.

“Yes. Like that. Suck my cock.” He ordered.

I tentatively licked his penis again and then swallowed it. My mind was intoxicated by the smell and warmth emanating from his cock. I struggled to fit his huge head into my mouth as my hands masturbated his cock just the same way dozens of women had blowed me time and time again. I got into a rhythm. Stroking his cock, licking and sucking at his cock, coating his cock with saliva as my hand went up and down on his cock. I was in another zone, intoxicated by everything about this man. What I lacked in experience I made up for in enthusiasm. I was all over his cock even licking and swallowing his balls as he groaned.

“That’s it. Like that.” He encouraged.

I looked up at him as I sucked his cock. His eyes were on me. His face smiling at his latest conquest. I wasn’t gay or even bi but I knew I wanted to satisfy this man. His magnetism made me want to please him in any way possible.

He suddenly stopped me and gestured to the bedroom.

“Come. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

I got up and followed him. My cock was straining in my pants, my body shivering with excitement. He turned on the bedside light as we entered the bedroom.

“Strip,” He commanded.

I slowly took off my jacket, t-shirt and jeans as I looked at him. I knew I was out of shape. I could feel his eyes on my flabby stomach as I undressed.

“You got a nice bone structure. With a bit of work you’d have a very nice body.”

I flushed as he said. I didn’t know how to react. As if to quell my embarrassment, he reached out to me, his hands stroked my face and he leaned over and kissed me. I was in shock. I’d never kissed a man before. Part of me was izmit escort bayan revolted, the other part wanted to melt into his arms and kiss back. The other part won! I reached over and stroked his face as my mouth opened up for his lips. He tasted of beer and tequila and something else, something masculine. Before long we were deep kissing, our hands all over each other as I undressed him. My hands were in a frenzy of activity as they stroked his strong back, touched his nipples, stroked his now rigid cock. He finally pushed me back on the bed. I fell on my back and within a second he was on me. His hands touched and twisted my nipples as his mouth went for my cock. There was no doubt that this was not his first time seducing a man. His hot mouth engulfed my cock as his fingers squeezed my nipples. I gasped in pleasure and pain as I watched this hot white stud deepthroat my black cock. I threw my head back in pleasure as he went to town on my cock, his head bobbing up and down, saliva streaming on my cock, his face a mask of total concentration as he worked on pleasuring me. His left hand masturbated my cock and pumped it into his willing hot mouth. I could feel him deep throating me, his mouth almost eating my balls as he swallowed my cock. I was in heaven and lust. This was the best blowjob I’d ever received in my life!

Suddenly he lifted my legs. I turned to look at him as I felt a new sensation on my ass. He spread my legs apart as his face buried into my ass. His tongue flickered on my asshole and I felt like an electric shock had gone through my body. I’d never been rimmed before. Didn’t know it could feel so so good. His lips kissed my puckered asshole as he tongue fucked my asshole. I was now a mess. My body shaking with delight and pleasure as he ate my asshole. He alternated between kissing my asshole, tongue fucking it, blowing at it. I was in heaven as I lifted my legs even higher to give him better access to my asshole. He continued eating my asshole, alternating between kissing and sucking it and fucking it with his tongue. I was in heaven, my head thrown back enjoying this new sensations coming over me, twisting my back trying to give better access to my ass. My head snapped back as I felt another new sensation. I looked to see him fingering my ass, his middle finger poking and prodding my tight asshole as he pushed it in all the way to the knuckle. I gasped and moaned at this intrusion causing all kinds of weird sensations coming over me.

“This is one tight ass. I’m gonna enjoy opening it up.” He said as he continued finger fucking me.

I moaned when he said that. I was ready to do anything to satisfy this man.

His finger continued probing me. Slowly working its way into me while fighting the resistance of my virgin butt. I almost lost it when he stuck two fingers in me. I groaned in pleasure as he continued preparing my asshole. He fucked me with his fingers as he talked dirty to me.

“Gonna enjoy opening you up. Gonna enjoy making you my whore. Same way I made your girlfriend my whore. Do you know I fucked her ass that night?” He asked.

I moaned at his words. All thoughts of Mandy were gone from my head. I didn’t care about her, all I wanted to do was please this man.

“I fucked her ass that night after you left. She was an ass virgin. Had a nice tight ass but I think yours is tighter. I’m gonna enjoy breaking you in. Making you an ass addict like your girlfriend.” I moaned in total heat as he said that. The thought of being assfucked by the same man who assfucked my ex-girlfriend turned me on immensely.

“I think you’re ready now,” he said after five minutes of prepping me. He reached into the pedestal and retrieved lube and condoms. He tossed the condoms at me and turned to look at me.

“Put the condom on me.” He said.

“You can back out now. There’s no going back once you put it on.” He said. “Do you want to back out?”

“No.” I said as I tore open the condom wrapper. “I want you. I want you to fuck me like you fucked Mandy. I want to be your whore.” I said.

And it was true. There was nothing more I wanted at that moment then to satisfy this man. I was intoxicated with him. His pleasure was my pleasure. My mind was filled with lust for this man. I would do anything to make him happy.

He smiled as he generously applied lube to his fingers and stroked his now condom covered cock. Reached back and inserted a lubed finger and then two and then three into my asshole.

“This hole needs to be well lubed up to take my cock,” he said as he continued lathering lube up my hole.

With a grunt of satisfaction, he repositioned himself and placed his head at the entrance of my hole. He looked at me as he slowly took my virginity. I wasn’t prepared for the pain. All thoughts of pleasing the man fled my head as an acute pain flared from my asshole and travelled all the way into my body. Tears of pain sprung from my face as I struggled to get away.

“Shhhh…shhh. Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it.” He said as he izmit sınırsız escort continued piercing my ass with his cock.

He continued slowly pushing into my ass as my body fought him. This was a contest my body was not gonna win. There was one person in control and it wasn’t me. After a couple of minutes I felt his pubes scratching me and knew he had hit rock bottom. I couldn’t believe I had taken his whole cock. I was secretly pleased with myself like some cheap slut. He didn’t move at all. He was still for a minute or so allowing me to get used to his thick cock. Then he started slowly withdrawing his cock. Suddenly I could feel a pleasure I’d never felt before mixed with the pain. He continued slowly stroking his cock in me as my ass adjusted to the monster in it. My tears of pain were forgotten as this new pleasure came over me. He noticed the change.

“You like it don’t you?”

“Yes yes I do,” I said.

“I’m gonna fuck you good. Gonnna be fucking you regularly. Turn you into my black slut. You want that?” He asked.

“Yes, yes!” I whimpered as waves and waves of pleasure emanating from my asshole overcame me. I felt like I was being born again. Like I was realizing my new aim in life. My aim in life was now to please this man in anyway he wanted. I was his toy to do with as he pleased.

His slow strokes began to speed up as the pain left my body. Soon I was pushing myself against him. Willing his cock to pound me harder and harder as my body opened up.

“Fuck me harder. Fuck your black slut. I’m your black slut.” I cried out as he continued pounding me. I didn’t want him to ever stop. The sensations were indescribably as I pushed my ass to meet his cock. My hard cock was bouncing lewdly as he pounded me. I wanted to touch my cock but I couldn’t. Any movement to my cock was met by his hand slapping mine.

‘You’ll touch your cock when I tell you to.” He said.

I gripped my thighs in agreement. Hoisting my hips even higher to give him better access to my ass. He replied by grabbing my legs and bending me backwards, my knees now touching my shoulders. This was a totally new angle and there was slight painful resistance which he ruthlessly dealt with before accelerating his thrusts. I moaned as this new angle created even higher waves of pleasure. He pounded me as sweat poured off our bodies. The smells, noises and activity of our fucking all combined to create an intoxicating feeling. I enthusiastically pushed back to meet his thrusts as he pounded me, moans and incoherent words coming out of my mouth as he fucked me.

He suddenly stopped and unmounted me. Said one word, “Doggystyle.”

I quickly turned around and fell on my knees, face buried on the blanket, ass pushed up high for him. I arched my back as I remembered all those women I’d fucked who arched their backs when I was fucking them doggy. I felt like a woman, a bitch, in heat. An object to be used to satisfy this man’s lust. I loved it.

His hand reached over and touched mine. Drew my hands to his slimy lube drenched cock.

“I don’t fuck my sluts with a condom,” he said.

I knew this was another moment of truth. Did I really want to cross this line? To totally give myself to this man. To be fucked bare by him. Did I want this to happen again? To be his slut?

I had no hesitations. I pulled off the condom and placed his cock at the entrance of my hole.

He laughed. “Good slut. You made the right choice.”

He grabbed the lube and poured it on the head of his cock. Positioned his cock at my hole and with one thrust, drove his entire cock into my hole.

I gasped with a renewed pleasure as I felt the sinews of his cock in me. The bare cock was a totally different feeling. It felt bigger and more powerful, more veiny and meaty. I moaned in pleasure as he started pounding me again.

“Yes, yes, yes. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass good.”

He grabbed my hips and pounded at my ass as I continued moaning into the bed. It felt like my asshole was the core of my being as he pounded at it. I could feel every ridge and vein of his cock. I could feel it getting bigger and bigger as he pounded at me.

“Stroke your cock now. Cum for me slut.” He said.

I knew he was close as he said that. My hand frantically tugged at my cock, stroking my cock which felt like it had never been harder. It took three strokes for me to cum.

“I’m cumming.” I shouted as spurt after spurt of hot cum poured from my cock. My asshole clenched rhythmically on his cock as I came. This was all he needed to finish him.

“I’m cumming. Fuck fuck fuck…take my cum,” he shouted as he came.

I could feel his hot cum in me and this triggered another wave of orgasms in me. He fell on my back as his hot cum entered my body. His cock throbbed in my asshole as shot after shot of cum poured into me. My asshole twitched in reply. It took a few moments before he stopped cumming. I could feel his cock shrivel in my asshole and I at that instance, I realized I wanted more. My life would never be the same again. I wanted more of his cock fucking me. More of his cum in me. In an instant, this man had turned me bisexual. I loved pussy too much to give that up but I knew my life would never be the same without a cock regularly fucking me.

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“Oh my God, this heat is ridiculous!”

David looked behind his shoulder at the young woman, nodding in agreement. For the fourth day in a row, the sun had punished the state with an unrelenting curtain of humidity and heat. He dipped his hands into the beer cooler to splash the relief of icy water on his bare back, but the ice had long since melted, leaving only a lukewarm pool of water where a single can of beer floated.

The girl who had been complaining approached David, investigating the cooler as well. “Any more beers, big guy?”

“Just one,” David told her, handing her the can. “It’s pretty warm though, Shelly.”

David was a muscular young man at six feet tall, with short dark hair, a lantern jaw and broad shoulders. Being as tall as he was, he stood just the right height to get a glimpse down Shelly’s shirt without it seeming obvious. He gave her a smile, dropping the beer into her open hand.

Shelly scowled a bit, holding the barely cool can of beer in her fingers before dropping it back into the cooler, where it splashed water back out onto the deck.

“Ehhh, I think one of you boys are gonna have to make a beer run.”

David shrugged in a non-committal gesture, it was clear he didn’t want to drive the fifteen minutes to town. “Us boys made the last beer run, it’s time for one of you girls to drive out.”

Shelly walked away, grunting in disgust—-more at the searing heat than the lack of beer. As she wandered over to the edge of David’s in-ground swimming pool, he stopped to admire her figure for the fifth time that day. She was six inches shorter than him, thin and lithe, with short blonde hair that was matted with sweat from the summertime heat. She didn’t compare to his girlfriends’ bust, but she had more than enough cleavage to keep his fantasies fueled. However, Shelly had been dating his best friend Gary for several months now, so he tried to keep his thoughts to himself.

It didn’t help, he thought pointedly, when she would occasionally jump into the swimming pool to cool off, as she was doing right now. Since David had installed the pool, Gary and Shelly took every opportunity to visit David and Lori. His place was secluded, far from town, with the nearest neighbor at least a mile away.

Shelly dove into the pool, swam around for a few minutes, and re-emerged with a big grin on her face. Her t-shirt was soaked, clinging to her skin and hugging her contours….contours that were not, he noticed, restrained by any bra or bikini. She had been slamming down beers over the last few hours, which made her dangerously flirtatious. Gary immediately turned away from Shelly, pretending to fiddle with the grill. If Shelly caught the twinge in his shorts, he would have been beyond embarrassed, and she was the type of girl who loved to see men stare at her.

“Better not let Gary catch you checking me out, Davy,” she taunted from the poolside.

David turned to face her, momentarily at a loss for a clever comeback. Just a few seconds before she wrapped an oversized red towel around her body, he caught a glimpse of stiff nipples. He was about to speak, when his girlfriend Lori stepped out onto the patio.

“Aw damn, I was hoping it would cool off a bit by now,” she moaned, shielding her green eyes from the sun. Lori pulled her shirt off, revealing a tempting pair of generous breasts restrained only by a green and blue bikini top. Her long dark hair cascaded over her shoulders and chest, with a tight little ass that just completed the package. She was a bit heavier and taller than Shelly, but her dark, exotic features made her infinitely hotter in David’s book.

Of course, he had always been curious about Shelly….especially when she so aggressively flaunted her charms.

“Yo, Davy!” bellowed a fourth voice. David turned around, just in time to see a tomato-sized yellow object hurtling towards his face. He closed his eyes and tried to dodge when he quickly identified it as a water balloon, but he couldn’t move anywhere near fast enough. He caught the full impact of the balloon on his cheek, and it exploded in his face.

“Fuck!” screamed David, half-laughing and half-shocked. Wiping the water out of his eyes, his blurred vision could just make out the shape of his friend trying to make an escape around the deck. Hurtling towards Gary like a rabid linebacker, he body tackled his friend like a freight train, sending both of them into the swimming pool.

The girls were still laughing when David and Gary came up for air, and the guys quickly joined in.

“You’re a dick,” Gary said, still coughing up water but genuinely laughing.

David pulled himself out of the pool, panting for air. “Yeah, I think that’s enough exercise for one day…..just running across the backyard in this humidity nearly killed me!”

Shelly knelt down by her man, helping Gary out of the pool. “Yeah, well I got more bad news for you, honey. David didn’t get enough beer!”

“Oh crap, we out?” Lori asked, immediately checking the cooler. After finding the one warm izmit escort bayan can of beer floating in a pool of hot water, she stamped her foot in frustration. “Wow, I’m surprised this water hasn’t evaporated yet.”

“Which of you girls are gonna go for some more beer?” asked Gary hopefully.

“You guys drank most of the beer, you should get it,” Shelly laughed, as she rubbed Lori’s shoulders. “Maybe we girls wanna stay here and make out.”

“Ooh, yeah baby,” laughed Lori, playfully bumping her hips with her friend.

“Yeah, right,” Gary smirked, rolling his eyes. “What would the neighbors think?”

“That’s why I bought this house way out here in the country,” David pointed out. “My nearest neighbor couldn’t see us with binoculars. We can have orgies out here and no one would know.”

They all laughed at the suggestion, but David could swear that out of the corner of his eye, he saw Shelly softly bite her lip at the suggestion.

“Well, the guys did get beer earlier today,” Lori finally conceded. “It’s only fair if we get some more ice and beer so the guys can concentrate on getting the hamburgers cooked up.”

“You can go,” Shelly suggested quickly.

“I wanna swim, you can go,” Lori shot back.

“Girls, girls, there’s only one fair way to settle this,” Gary put in. “I call for an erotic dance-off!”

The girls broke into squeals of laughter at the idea, but a look of mischief quickly came over Shelly’s face. “Okay, boys, have a seat on the deck….and lean back.”

Not knowing where this was going, but both of the men certainly interested, they did as Shelly asked. She walked over to Gary’s boom box, and tuned through the channels until a seductive rap song started playing.

Shelly grabbed Lori’s hand, leading her across the deck. Shelly was standing in front of David, and she parked Lori in front of Gary. “What are we doing,” Lori asked tentatively. “Why am I standing in front of your boyfriend?”

“Erotic dance off,’ Shelly said, trying to goad her friend into playing along. “I’m gonna dance for Davy, and you get to dance for Gary. If you give Gary a hard-on before I do, I have to run to town and fetch the beer. If I make your guy hard first, then you have to be the beer wench. Deal?”

“Are you serious?” Lori laughed, covering her mouth in shock at her friend. The guys just sat there in shocked silence, watching Shelly move her hips to the music, licking her lips and caressing her skin.

“Well, I for damned sure ain’t driving down to the liquor store,” Lori replied. She grabbed the last beer from the cooler, slammed it down in one breath, and then joined her friend on the deck. She didn’t have Shelly’s dance moves or natural lack of inhibitions, but she had a much more enticing body. She locked eyes with Gary, and knelt over, shaking her huge, swinging breasts to the music. He wasn’t hard yet. In fact, he seemed too shocked that the girls were making a contest out of this to focus on being aroused…but there was definitely a twinge in her pants building.

Lori’s eyes darted back and forth, alternatively watching Gary’s eyes and his package. Next to her, Shelly began gyrating in front of David, who was already beginning to break into a sweat. She didn’t touch Lori’s boyfriend, but she shook her small ass just a few inches away from his face, prominently displaying her beautiful backside.

David’s cock was beginning to twitch, and Lori knew that she had to step up her game. Locking eyes with Gary, her fingers began to crawl across her chest…..and as her fingertips came an inch away from visibly erect nipples, her friend called foul.

“Hey, no fair taking your shirt off,” cried Shelly, slapping her friend on the ass. Lori yelped in startled surprise. The sun had done a nice slow bake on her skin this afternoon, and the light spank carried a surprising sting. She turned to face her friend with a shocked expression.

“I wasn’t taking my shirt off,” Lori retorted, giving her friend a return slap on the butt. “I was playing with my nipples.”

“You’re playing dirty,” Shelly replied, taking a soft slap at Lori’s right tit.

“What the fuck?!” Lori yelped in shock—-neither of them were looking at the boys anymore. “We never said I couldn’t use my tits!”

“Fine, if you can, so can I,” Shelly taunted, and she quickly slipped her wet t-shirt off. Standing there now only in her bikini shorts, her tiny, oiled bosoms shined in the hot afternoon sun.

Lori took a step closer to her friend, and responded by taking her own top off. She stood there, smiling, hands on her hips triumphantly, as her mammoth double-D’s dwarfed her friends’ chest like a school yard bully. “Bitch, you ain’t got nothing on me,” Lori laughed. “You wanna trying taking a slap at me again, or are you gonna apologize?”

Innocently, Shelly put her hands behind her back and just smiled at Lori, as if in surrender. Then, without warning, she leaned over and quickly flicked her tongue over Lori’s left nipple. “I apologize,” she replied in a childish sing-song izmit eve gelen escort voice.

Before Lori could respond, Shelly looked at the boys again. She nudged Lori to do the same—-they were both sitting in their chairs, shorts around their ankles, with fully exposed rock hard cocks in their hands. They looked spellbound.

“Well, fuck,” Lori grunted. “Who got hard first?”

The guys shrugged. “Beats the hell out of me,” David sighed. “We were watching you two.”

Shelly slapped her forehead in frustration. Then, with a spark of inspiration, she walked across to her boyfriend Gary and knelt down in the grass next to his chair. “New game then……first girl to make a cock explode doesn’t have to go on the beer run!”

Without any further warning, before he could so much as protest, Gary’s cock vanished into his girlfriend’s mouth! He grabbed the side of the lawn chair and grunted in surprise, but he kept an appreciative eye on Lori’s huge jugs, bouncing wildly, as she sprinted towards David’s dick. Despite the sweltering heat, both girls began hungrily gobbling down their boyfriends’ cocks.

Shelly may have been short and petite, but her lips easily wrapped around Gary’s throbbing weapon. He could see the mischievous smile in her eyes as she pushed four, five, and finally all six inches of his cock past her teeth. She could feel the warmth of the tip, almost blistering against the roof of her mouth, as she pressed it nearly against the back of her throat. When she pulled her mouth back, thin strings of saliva mixed with Gary’s pre-cum drizzled from her lips, and across his balls. She licked it back up with a rapid flicker of her tongue, all the while keeping two eyes on her man, and two hands on his cock.

Over in the other lawnchair, Lori was beginning to look worried. Giving head was never her specialty, and the added pressure of trying to beat Shelly to the finish line wasn’t making it any easier.

Her special trick was to let David slide a well-oiled cock through her cleavage, but that took time and just the right position….something they didn’t have here. To make matters worse, she had just fucked her boyfriend that very morning, and she wasn’t sure if he was ready to pop again quite so soon. Lori knew that she wasn’t going to be able to suck David off before Shelly succeeded, and then an overlooked fact just dawned on her.

“What were the rules again?.” Lori asked.

Shelly let her boyfriend’s cock slip out of her jaw just long enough to say, “First girl who sucks off a cock wins,” she replied.

“No, that’s not what you said,” laughed Lori, slipping off her shorts, revealing a freshly shaved mound, dripping with sweat from the summer heat, as well as the excitement of the contest. “You said first one who makes a cock explode wins…..you didn’t say how!”

David grinned as Lori straddled him. By the time his hands had wrapped around her heaving chest, his cock had easily glided into her….and in front of the other two, she began bouncing up and down on his pole. Lori leaned backwards a bit, enjoying the satisfying curve of his weapon filling her, while she started to massage her clit.

“Two can play that game, bitch,” laughed Shelly. Her thong was already off, and she was kneeling on the ground, exposing her tight, tiny pussy to the sun. It only took Gary a brief second to jump off the lawn chair, and mount his girlfriend from behind.

And for the next five minutes, the four friends began fucking each other side by side. Shelly had picked a spot right next to Lori and David, close enough that she could touch or be touched by her friends. Lori continued to bounce up and down, reveling in the sensation of having her breasts squeezed and groped, while flicking her own clit. Next to her, Shelly grunted with every pelvic thrust that Gary attacked her with….all the while quite aware that Lori and David were watching them both, and vice versa. The guys couldn’t last much longer now.

“Gary,” gasped Shelly between thrusts, “play with my ass, baby!”

David and Lori’s eyebrows raised in surprise, as Gary licked his thumb and began massaging Shelly’s tight, brown hole. She gasped in pleasure, and began meeting the rhythmic stabs of his cock with ecstatic laughter.

Shelly peeked over at David, who’s eyes were glued on them. His breath was getting shallow, faster and excited. He was getting close. But so was Lori! Shelly decided to play dirty.

“Gary, jump off honey!” urged Shelly. He was confused, but he did as she asked, pulling his cock away.

“What are you doing?” Lori asked in confusion, watching her friend crawl closer to her. As Lori continued sliding up and down the length of her boyfriends’ cock, she was stunned to see Shelly’s warm mouth slip over her nipple!

“Holy shit,” Gary gaped, unable to believe what he was seeing. Not only was he watching his two friends fuck like animals, his pretty blonde girlfriend was sucking on a pair of breasts that he’d been envying for months.

It izmit otele gelen escort was just a moment later that Gary finally began to realize what Shelly’s wicked plan was. While she kept licking Lori’s bouncing breasts, her fingers roamed downwards and gently touched her friends’ clit! It was a gamble—-David was getting achingly aroused at having Shelly’s hand so close to his cock—-but it paid off when Lori began grunting and screaming in uncontrollable ecstasy.

She slid off her man, gasping hungrily for air. Her cunt was wet, gaping and pulsating from her orgasm, and as she began to come down from this unexpectedly erotic episode, she absently remembered that she was in a race with her friend. Somewhat dazed, she looked back to the lawnchair, ready to finish David off with her mouth. However, Shelly had beaten her to the punch.

“Right here, baby, right here,” she heard Shelly whisper. Her friend was on her hands and knees again, and David was kneeling right behind her, engorged cock aimed towards her backside.

“You fucking cheater!” hissed Lori, attempting to scramble towards her friend. But by the time she got back to her feet, David was already planted balls deep into Shelly’s ass.

Shelly slammed her fist into the dirt, clearly enjoying the nearly overwhelming combination of sensations—–the escalated raunchiness of the moment, the recent knowledge that she helped her friend cum when she touched her, the sight of Gary stroking his cock in her peripheral vision, and the impact of David’s generous cock filling her ass.

Lori once again realized, belatedly, that the agreed upon rules stated the winner would be the first girl to make a cock explode. They never said which cock it would be. She quickly jumped towards Gary, and replaced his hands with her mouth. But as soon as the tip of his warm cock pushed past her lips, the contest was over! A few feet away, David was making that distinctive noise that she had heard almost twice a day for the last several months—–only this time, it was Shelly on the receiving end! He was holding her by the waist, thrusting violently, his cock fully slipping in and out of her asshole, coating her back door with an endless jet of hot, sticky fluids.

“Well, shit,” grunted Lori, defeated, as she let Gary’s cock slip from her mouth. “What the fuck, Shelly? You get to fuck my boyfriend, and look at me—-I didn’t even get a chance to get busy with Gary, that’s not fair!”

Shelly shrugged, laughing, and she placed her fingers on David’s cock. “Well, it is a nice, big dick,” she admitted. “But fair is fair…..you have to get some more beer.”

Lori took another glance at Gary’s package, groaning in desire.

“Come on, Shelly, we can’t let her go to town like this,” Gary offered. “It’s inhumane.”

Shelly considered this, and finally agreed. “Lie down on the ground, Lori,” she commanded. “We’ll take care of you, sweetie.”

Lori didn’t know what she meant by “we’ll”, but she quickly found out. As soon as she laid on her back, feeling the hot summer sun warm her skin, Shelly had straddled her face! Shelly was lifting her legs high into the air, giving Gary full access to her pussy, still throbbing with the aftershocks of her last orgasm.

For the next few minutes, Shelly let her boyfriend drill Lori with an unrestrained tempo, while Shelly herself began to grind her cunt over her best friend’s mouth. She could taste the tangy, wet lips of her pussy, as well as the unmistakable flavor of David’s sperm, dripping out and cascading over Lori’s jaw.

Everything was happening to Lori at once now. Gary was fucking her vigorously, Shelly’s pussy was sliding over her mouth, Shelly’s fingers massaged her clit, and the last drops of David’s cum poured like a waterfall from Shelly’s ass, pooling over Lori’s forehead. From the corner of her eye, she could see David’s feet standing inches away from her, which could only mean that he was hard again, and currently filling Shelly’s mouth.

It all blurred together into one astounding crescendo of sensations…..Lori could feel the rising pressure in her clit begin to build, and she tried to push it back, tried to prolong the experience. But between Shelly’s fingers stroking her clit, as well as Gary’s cock thrusting in and out of her, she didn’t have a chance. Her body began to spasm, pinned and helpless but nonetheless happily ravished. They were all climaxing together now….as her twat muscles tightened and contracted, Gary’s cock rewarded her with a healthy spray of jizz that sizzled against her sun-drenched thighs. Shelly’s clit throbbed in her mouth, and David somehow climaxed again, spraying over Shelly’s chest.

They all helped Lori to her feet, gently, all of them kissing her body. Shelly, David, Gary—-all three of them planted kisses and tongues on her shoulders, her knees, her nipples, her stomach…..she felt worshipped.

“So,” she finally said awkwardly, looking around for her pants. “I’m…..I’m going to get the beer now.”

Her friends laughed, loudly and appreciatively, as they all began to find their clothes again. Lori was determined to make the trip to town a quick one……she couldn’t wait to see what this cookout would bring once the sun finally set on this hot summer day. But she would dwell on the possibilities all the way to town.

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-Canım ne oldu? Bembeyaz oldun, iyi misin? Kuzey?
-Kıyafetler? Oda? Özge, ev çok dağınık. Şimdi girecekler, o iç çamaşırlarını orta yerde görecekler ben gelmiyorum.

Tam geri döndüm ne yapacağımı düşünüyordum dondum kalmıştım. Yengem yanıma gelip sarıldı boynuma;

-Şapşiksin biliyorsun değil mi? O kadar düşüncesiz bir kadın mıyım ben? Eve gidip çöpe attım onları. Çarşafı falan söktüm yataktan attım ne varsa çöpe.
-Of özge ölüyordum, kalbime bak
-Oha en son birlikte olduğumuz da böyle atıyordu bu.

Bacaklarımın tüm bağları kopmuş, uzanıvermiştim yere.

-Of yemin ederim tansiyon hastası olacağım bu yaşta.
-Kalk hadi üşüteceksin, hem bir şey oldu sanacaklar. Aha baban geliyor.

Elimi bırakmış yanımda duruyordu. Babam koşarak geldi.

-Paşam kalk ne oldu iyi misin? Aslanım?
-Baba iyiyim gözüm karardı birden.
-Kalk hadi kalk, heyecan yapmışsındır. Annen ne sürprizler hazırladı size. Gel elini yüzünü yıkayalım.

Yengem girdi araya;

-Enişte biz gideriz Kuzeyle siz halledin bilet işini.
-Tamam kızım.

Yengem boynuma sarılmış konuşuyordu;

-Salaksın, aptal, gerizekalı
-Höh orospu çocuğu da de tam olsun?
-Hahah yok o kadar değil. Nasıl düşünmem sandın ki bunu.
-Ne bileyim ya.
-Kuzey?
-Efendim?
-Altıma işicem hızlı yürü hadi.
-Yürüyoruz ya.

Resmen el ele gittik lavaboya. Aynaya geçtim boynuma bakıyordum. Yakası havada v yaka tişört tam bir keko gibiydim. Ama morluk geçmiş, çok az bir şey kalmıştı indirdim artık yakamı. Yengemi tuvaletin kapısında bekliyordum. Babam oradan el sallıyordu. Gelmemizi istiyordu. Bir dakika diye işaret ettim. Yengem çıktı kapıdan.

-Of stresten işe işe bitmedi, hadi gidelim
-Hadi, heyecan yapma bak ben yanındayım
-Kavalyem benim.

Sarılmıştı koluma. İçeriye alıyorlardı artık. Uçağa binecektik. Babam biletleri elimize verdi. İşte anlattı koltuk numaranız şurada yazıyor uçakta da burada yazıyor. Bakar oturursunuz. Tamam baba dedim. Sırayla geçtik. Uçak görevlileri hoş geldiniz efendim. Diyor güler yüzle karşılıyordu. Yengem şaşkın gözlerle bakıyor;

-Kuzey bu nasıl karşılama bir kolonya tutup, lokum vermedikleri kaldı.
-E yenge uçak böyle bir şey demek ki.

Gözüm numaralardaydı. Yengem ile ben yan yana, baran kenarı da ki koltukta. Kızlar ile de babam oturuyordu. Babam ve kızlar 4 koltuk ilerimizdeydi. Biz koltuklarımıza geçip oturduk. Uçağın kanatın yanındaydık. Pencere dibine ben ortada yengem vardı. Koluma sımsıkı sarıldı. Titriyordu.

-Bir tanem korkma, dönme dolap gibi düşün. Hem yine ben varım bak yanında.

Biraz rahatlamıştı. Yolcular yavaş yavaş dolduruyordu koltukları. Anons yapıldı.

Yengem pür dikkat anonsu dinliyor, hostesleri izliyordu;

-Sevgili yolcularımız uçağımıza hoş geldiniz. Uçağımızda uymanız gereken emniyet kurallarına dikkatinizi çekmek istiyoruz. El bagajlarınızı baş üstü dolaplarınıza, veya önünüzdeki koltuğun altına yerleştirilmesi gerekmektedir. Cep telefonu ve cep telefonu özelliği taşıyan cihazların uçuş moduna alındığından ve kapatıldığından emin olunuz. Tehlike anında uyulması gereken kuralları ve uçak içerisinde elektronik aletlerin kullanımına ilişkin detaylı bilgileri içeren güvenlik kartını koltuk cebinde bulacaksınız. Kemeriniz gösterilen şekilde bağlanır, belinize göre ayarlanır ve açılır. Emniyetiniz için uçuş boyunca kemerinizi bağlı tutunuz. Bebekli yolcuların kabin ekibi tarafından verilecek olan bebek emniyet kemerini kullanmaları gerekmektedir. Uçak yerde hareket halindeyken, kalkışta ve inişte, koltuğunuzu dik, güneşliğinizi açık ve masanızı kapalı duruma getiriniz, eğer var ise ekran kumandanızın yerinde olduğundan emin olunuz. Kabin basıncında bir değişiklik olursa, başınızın üzerindeki kapaklar otomatik olarak açılacak, oksijen maskeleri ortaya çıkacaktır, en yakın maskeyi kendinize doğru çekiniz. Ağız ve burnunuzu içine alacak şekilde, yüzünüze yerleştiriniz. Çocuklu yolcularımızın, çocuklarından önce kendi maskelerini takmaları gerekmektedir. Acil bir inişte, yaka ve kravatınızı gevşetiniz, koltuğunuzu dik duruma getiriniz. Masanızı kapatınız. Güneşliğinizi açınız. Üzerinizdeki sivri cisimleri ve sivri topuklu ayakkabınızı çıkartınız. Bebeğinize can yeleğini giydiriniz ve derhal şişiriniz. Acil durumlarda can yeleği bebeklere kabin ekibi tarafından verilecektir. Çarpmaya hazır olun ikanızı duyduğunuzda, öne eğiliniz, kollarınızı dizinizin altında birleştiriniz. Uçağımızda 8 adet çıkış bulunmaktadır. Tehlike anında, çıkış yönünüzü gösteren ikaz ışıkları, çıkış kapılarının üzerinde, koridor boyunca yerde, veya koltukların alt yanında bulunmaktadır. Acil inişlerde, uçağı kapılardan şişen otomatik kaydıraktan kayarak terk ediniz. Suya inişlerde, kapılarda bulunan kaydıraklar, bot veya yüzen araç olarak kullanılır. Can yeleğiniz koltuğunuzun altında, veya iki koltuk arasındaki bölme içerisindedir. Talimat verildiğinde yerinden çıkartınız, gösterilen şekilde başınızdan geçiriniz, bantları öndeki bağlantılara takınız ve çekerek belinize göre ayarlayınız. Yeleği uçağı terk ederken alt ucundaki görülen kırmızı kolları çekerek şişiriniz. Plastik boru veya borulardan üfleyerekte yeleğinizi şişirelebilirsiniz. İşaret fişeği suya temas edince otomatik olarak yanacaktır. Türk Hava Yolları’nı tercih ettiğiniz için teşekkür eder, keyifli yolculuklar dileriz.

Yengem her denileni harfiyen uygulamış, kollarımı sımsıkı tutmaya devam ediyordu. Uçak takside piste doğru ilerliyor, kalkış için uygun konuma geliyordu. Uçak hareket etmeye başladı. Git gide hızlanıyordu. Yengem kolumu öyle sıkı tutuyordu ki canım acımaya başlamıştı. Uçak havalanmaya başladı. Yüzünü omzuma bastırıyor, yüzünü kapatıyordu.

-Canım iyi misin?

Hayır dercesine kafasını sallıyor konuşmuyordu. Uçak iyice havalandı ve sağa doğru yatmaya başladı. Yengem;

-Elini ver.

Ellerimi tutuyor, barana bakıyordu. Ama baran elindeki oyuncağı ile oynuyordu.

-Bir tanem baran kadar değilsin ya, bak şu çocuğa sen gibi kıvranıyor mu?
-İçim tuhaf oldu benim…

Kabin görevlisi yanımıza gelmişti;

-Merhaba efendim keyifli uçuşlar dilerim. Ben kabin memuru Ayşe iyi misiniz?
Yengem baygın gözlerle konuşmaya çalışıyordu;
-Şey bilmiyorum midem bulanıyor, başım dönüyor, istifra etmek istiyorum.
-Ayağa kalkabilecek misiniz?

Yengem ayaklandı hemen geri oturdu başı dönüyordu.

-Ben size yardımcı olayım. Buyurun lütfen koluma girin.
Yengem kabin memurunun koluna girmiş, uçağın arka tarafına doğru yürümeye başlamıştı meraklı gözlerle onu izliyor, Baran’ı bırakıp peşinden de gidemiyordum. Barana oyuncaklarını oynatıyordum. Pencereden bakındığımda baya yüksekteydik, altımızda bulutlar vardı. Bir 10 dakika geçmişti ki kaptan pilot konuşmaya başladı;

-“Günaydın bayanlar baylar, sevgili çocuklar. Ben pilotunuz Zekeriya Bayrakçı, ikinci pilot arkadaşım Bahar Cancan ve kabin görevlisi arkadaşımız Ayşe Talipoğlu ile birlikte uçağımız Boing 701 sefer sayılı uçağımıza hoş geldiniz. Size uçuşla ilgili kısa bilgiler vermek istiyorum:
Şu anda Ankara semalarından havalanalı yaklaşık 13 dakika oldu. Deniz seviyesinden 29.000 feet ve 8800 metre yükseklikte seyretmekteyiz.
Uçuş rotamızı Ankara, İzmir, olarak belirledik.
Saat 14.50 de Adnan Menderes Havalimanı’na inmeyi planlıyoruz. İzmir’de 23 derecelik güzel bir hava bizi bekliyor.”

Konuşma bittiğinde yengem yanıma gelmişti, eli yüzü açılmış kendine gelmişti.

-Ya ne kadar iyi insanlar buradakiler, kendime geldim vallahi korku falan kalmadı. Tüm kabin çalışanları yanımdaydı teselli verdiler bana, korkumu yendim. Pencereden baktım bulutların üzerindeyiz şuan, gel yer değişelim camdan bakmak istiyorum.
-Hahaha ne bu hız ya tabi yenge gel.

O camdan dışarıyı izlerken, servise başlamışlardı. Poşet içinde bir ekmek arası, peynir domates salatalık, içecek bir şeyler. Biz onları yedik baranla yengem hala camdan bakıyor, dışarıyı izliyordu. Yanına yaklaştım;

-Nasıl? İyi misin?
-Evet, kendimi kuş gibi hissediyorum.

Sarı kuşum benim diyerek okşadım saçını, uçak alçalmaya başlamış, inişe geçmişti. Artık yere inmiş, uçak park ediyordu. Yengem çok mutlu görünüyordu. İç terminalden çıktık. Babam;

-Bekleyin burada arabayı getireyim.

Babam Havalimanının otogarına gidip arabayı getirecekti. Baran kucağımdaydı. Yengem;

-Ay hava çok güzelmiş burada Kuzey?
-Sorma yenge piştim.
-Aaa senin boynuna ne oldu?

Fark etmişti. Hiç bozuntuya vermedim.

-Sorma yenge dün Veysel abiyle gezerken üç beş takıldı da onlarla atıştık. Boynumu sıktılar.
-Kavga mı ettiniz? Yuh kuzey ya hiç söylemiyorsun gel buraya bakayım var mı bir şey?
-Abartma yenge ya ne olacak? Boğuştuk işte biraz o kadar. Hadi babam geldi geçelim arabaya.

Arabaya bindik. Eve doğru gidiyorduk. Uykusuzluktan ölmek üzereydim kafamı yengemin omzuna yasladım, gözlerimi kapattım. Pencere açık rüzgar esiyor, yengemin kokusu burnumu okşuyordu. O kadar güzel bir kokusu vardı ki yengemin. Ereksiyon olmamanız için hiçbir sebep yoktu. İyice sokuldum ona içim geçmiş. Yengemin dürtmesiyle uyandım.

-Yenge dur ya biraz daha uyuyayım.
-Kalk evde uyursun.
-Geldik mi?
-Evet de Kuzey kalk Allah aşkına evi görmen lazım.

Yengemin ayak sesleri uzaklaşıyordu. Başımı kaldırdım gözlerimi ovuşturdum. Hava sıcak ama mis gibi esiyordu. Evin önündeydik. Araçtan indim çevreme bakıyordum. Oha amk dedim burası neresi. Sağıma soluma aval aval bakınıyordum. Balkondan yengem çıktı.

-Kuzey gelsene?
-Yenge bu ev mi bizim şimdi?
-Evet.

Gözlerinin içi gülüyordu. Kendi kendime gülmeye başlamıştım.

İnanın bana değerli okurlar hangi birine inanacağımı şaşırmıştım artık, Hayallerimin kadını yengemle hayallerimi gerçekleştirdiğime mi? Babama sayısaldan çıkan para sonucu boktan hayatımızın değişmesi mi? Yengemin artık bizimle tamamen aynı çatı altında yaşaması mı? Duygu patlaması yaşıyordum. Kaldırıma çıkıp oturdum. Ellerimle yüzümü kapatıp ağlamaya başladım. Resmen mutluluktan küçük çocuk gibi ağlıyordum. Arkama yaslanıp derin nefes aldım. Denizin, çam ağaçları kokuyordu mis gibi. Beynim zihnim bomboştu hiç bir şey düşünmüyordum. Babam geldi yanıma.

-Aslanım hadi gelsene içeriye.
-Uçak tuttu herhalde baba hava alıyordum biraz.
-Al tabi, evde de alırsın hadi kalk gel.

Elimden tutup kaldırdı. Eve doğru gidiyorduk. Babam konuşmaya başladı;

-Geç kalmadan ehliyete yazıl, güzel bir araba çekelim altına. Üniversite sınavın yaklaşıyor, ne düşünüyorsun?
-Valla hiç bir şey düşünmedim şu olup bitenleri sindirmeye çalışıyorum daha.
-Düşünmen lazım, iyi kötü iş kurduk çiftçilik dışında bir yük gemisine kar ortağı oldum. İyi kötü Allah’ın izni ile sırtımız yere gelmeyecek ama yine de oku ortam gör.
-Haklısın baba, o zaman yarın gidelim ehliyete yazılayım. Özel bir kolejle görüşelim. Son sene baya gitmedim okula zaten.
-Bizim burada bir özel okul var. Konuştum orayla alacaklar seni.
-Tamam, baba?
-Efendim paşam
-Kaç paralık araba alacan?
-5 10 binlik bir şahin bak işte.

Olduğum yerde donup kalmıştım. İçimden yav taşşak mı geçiyo babam, güven abiye 100 binlik araba çekiyor, güven abiye traktör alıyor, bize gelince şahin? Sikerim ha diyordum içimden

-Gel lan şaka yaptım fiyat sorun değil beğendiğini çek altına. Gezeriz galerileri.
-Hah şöyle de baba ya korktum yüreğime iniyordu.

Eve girmiştik. Ama ev demeye bin şahit isterdi. Gözlerimle etrafı süzüyordum.

Gerçekten harika bir evdi. Merdivenlerden yengem süzülerek iniyordu. Ama tanıyamıyordum o kadar güzel olmuştu ki. Arkasında annem;

-Özge harika oldun, kuaföre gidip saçlarını da yaptırdık mı tamamdır, spora da yazılalım eritelim şu göbekleri.
-Ay ne iyi olur abla ya hemen yarın gidelim.
-Gidelim canım

Ben şaşkın gözlerle yengemi izlerken annem geldi yanıma sarıldı;

-Paşam özledim seni, nasıl ev güzel mi? Gel bak odanı göstereyim.

Elimden tutup çekiştiriyordu. Gözlerim yengemden ayrılmıyor onu süzüyordu. Yengem suratıma bakıp gülüyordu.

Annem odamı gösteriyordu;

-Nasıl ama beğendin mi?

Salon kadar odam vardı, içerisinde televizyonum, çalışma masam, çift kişilik yatağım, elbise dolabım bu yaşıma kadar salonda yatan birisiydim çok şaşırdım.

-Teknolojik aletleri sana bırakıyorum. Çekmecede paran var, kredi kartları vs. orada ihtiyacın olan her şeyi al canım. Kıyafet alın isterseniz yengeni de götür şimdi. Baban bıraksın sizi alışveriş merkezine.
-Yengeme sormam lazım yorgun değilse gidelim.

Koşarak yengemin yanına gittim. Ama aynı yerinde yoktu. Çocuklara sordum;

-Yengem nerede?
-Odasına çıktı abi.
-Tamam,

Tekrar yukarıya çıktım, iyide bir sürü oda var hangisi yengemin odası? Tek tek kapıları çalıp, içeriye giriyordum ama hiç birinde yoktu. Tekrar aşağıya inip kızlara sordum;

-Lan, bin tane oda var hangisi yengemin odası?
-Of abi esir aldın üst kata çık, en sona git, sola dön orda 3 kapı var, 2. Kapı yengemin odası.

Ulan, uzakmış benim odaya yengem. Neyse gitmiştim kapıyı çaldım ses yoktu, açıp giriverdim içeriye. Elbisenin fermuarını çıkartıyordu. Taş gibi, seksi sırtı gözüküyordu, ayağım takıldı, yan tarafta duran dolaba çarpmıştım;

-Hay ananı sikeyim. Dizimi tutuyordum, canım acımıştı, yatağın üzerine çıkıp oturdum. Yengem şaşkın gözlerle bana bakıyordu.
-Of kuzey var mı bir şeyin? Sakarsın ya. Yanıma oturmuştu.
-Aç bakayım dizini.
-Yok, geçer yenge sen aç, yarım kaldı. Diye piç, piç gülüyordum. Koluma vurdu.
-Salak geldiğin iyi oldu. Çıkartamadım şunu yardım et.

Yanına gidip, yarım inen fermuarını tekrar yukarıya çektim.
-Kuzey ne yapıyorsun çıkart dedim, giydir demedim. Zaten zor çıkıyor.
-Hayır çıkartmayacaksın, gidiyoruz hadi.
-Nereye gidiyoruz?
-Anam bir ton para verdi, yengeni de alın gidin üst baş alın, bir kuaför varmış oraya bırakacam seni, sonra sahile ineceğiz.
-Giyinip, süslenip sahile mi ineceğiz?
-E yani paldır pastırdak inecek halimiz yok ya?
-Doğru e hadi çıkalım madem.

Evin önüne çıktık yengemle birlikte, yanıma biraz nakit, ve kredi kartlarını aldım. Babam aşağıda bekliyordu bizi. Yengemle arka koltuklara geçip oturduk.

-Eee neler alacaksın?
-Bilmem bakarım yine.

Yanına sokulup fısıldıyordum;

-İç çamaşırı da alacakmısın?
-Kuzey konuştuk bunları seninle?
-İyi be,

Kalkıp karşısında ki koltuğa geçmiştim yine. Suratımı astım yoldan dışarıyı izliyordum. Bacaklarıyla bacağıma vuruyor, konuşmamı istiyordu. Hiç oralı olmadım.

Alışveriş merkezine gelmiştik. Arabadan indik. Yengemle yan yana yürümeye başladık. Çok büyük bir merkezdi. Bir dükkana girdik. Hem erkek hem de kadın için kıyafetler vardı. Yengemle ayrıldık, o kendi bölümüne, ben kendi bölümüme gitmiştim. Kıyafetlere bakıyor, beğendiklerimi koluma atıyordum. Yengem uzaktan el ediyordu. Yanına doğru gittim;

-Kuzey gelsene benimle şunları denemek istiyorum.
-Tamam, hadi gidelim kabine.

Deneme kabinlerinin önüne gelmiştik. Biraz kalabalıktı mağazanın içerisi, sıra bekliyorduk. Yengem içeriye girdi. Kıyafetlerini kucağımdan aldı. Bende oturdum çıkmasını bekliyordum. Genç kızlar vardı çoğunlukla, yengemin yaşlarında kadınlar. Yaz olduğu için herkes mini, kısa giyiniyor. Bir çoğu deneme kabinlerinden bikini ile çıkıyor, arkadaşlarına, ailesine, sevgilisine fikirlerini soruyordu. İster istemez göz ucumla süzüyordum milleti. Yengem deneme kabininden çıktı. Seksi bacaklarını gösteren bir şort, üzerinde incecik askılı, sutyeni dışarıdan belli oluyordu. Etrafıma baktım yengeme dönüp bakan yoktu. Millet alışkın tabi, yengemden daha iyilerini görüyorlardı belki de. Yengemin yanına gidip askılısını yukarıya doğru çekiştirdim.

-Kızım bu ne? Böyle mi gezeceksin?
-Kuzey dur ne yapıyorsun? Ne yapayım? Kara çarşaf giydir istersen?
-Yok siyah sıcağı çeker.
-Salak çocuk, diyerek kafama vurdu.
-Nasıl güzel olmuş mu onu söyle sen?
-Harika olmuşta çok açık…
-Tamam, güzel olmuş.

Tekrar kabine girdi, geçip yerime oturdum. Yengem yaşlarında alımlı güzel bir kadın yanıma oturdu.

-Çok tatlı bir çiftsiniz.
-Teşekkür ederim ama…

Lafı ağzımda bırakmış devam ediyordu. Ama o yengem diyemedim.

-Yeni sevgilisiniz galiba? Bizde eşimle böyleydik ilk başlarda. Açık giyinmeme çok karışırdı, bende onu aksine dinlemez daha açık giyinirdim. Tavsiyem sevgilini sıkma, özgür bırak, nasıl giyinmek istiyorsa öyle giyinsin.
-Yok karışmıyorum zaten teşekkür ederim. Dedim kadının kocası yanına gelmişti.

-Aldın mı hayatım?

Kısacık bez parçası gibi eteği göstermişti kocasına.
-Aldım canım. Kafasını bana çevirip güldü, göz kırptı. İçimden vay amk karı yollu, adam gavat heralde diyordum. Uzaklaşmaya başladılar. Yengem başka bir ince kıyafetlerle çıktı karşıma. Bu seferde üstündeki askılıdan içi olduğu gibi gözüküyordu. Sutyen olmasa memeleri tamamen meydan da olacaktı. Güzel diye başımı salladım. Boynuma sarıldı.
-Hava sıcak hem evden çıkmayacağım ki asma suratını. Anca seninle denize giderken giyerim bunları. Yoksa evde giymek için alıyorum.

Yengem benim için alıyordu bunları, sırf evde daha açık olsun, daha rahat röntgenliyeyim diye.
-Tamam yenge. Dedim bir sürü kıyafet denedi hepsi de açık, saçıktı.

En son dar bir etek, dar bir gömlek, giyip çıktı kabinden. O kadar seksi görünüyordu ki, sekreteri canlandıran porno yıldızları gibiydi, gözünde bir gözlüğü eksikti. İçim gidiyordu yengemi sikmek için. Kabinin içinden bana sesleniyordu.

-Kuzey gelir misin bir dakika, sıkıştı bu çıkmıyor.

Etrafıma bakındım herkes kendi halindeydi. Kabinin kapısını araladım girdim içeriye. Üstünde sutyeni, altında eteği vardı. Eteğin fermuarı sıkışmıştı, onu çıkartamıyor benden yardım istiyordu.

-Sıkıştı bu gene ya of koca götlü, göbekli bir şey oldum sığamıyorum kıyafetlere.

İstemsizce götünü okşayıp, tokat atmıştım götüne. Kalçasını öne çekip bana baktı ne yapıyorsun der gibi bakış atıyordu. Sus işareti yapıp dudaklarından öptüm. İttirdi beni,

-Manyak mısın dışarısı insan dolu?
-Ne olmuş? Sevgilim sanıyor millet seni.

Dudaklarından bir daha öptüm bu sefer oda karşılık vermişti. Elimle kalçalarını okşuyordum. Ellerimi tutup çekti kalçalarından.

-Kuzey burada olmaz, çıkart şunu da gidelim terledim of.
-Tamam, dön.

Kalçalarından tutup çevirdim. Yere eğilip fermuarını çıkartmaya çalışıyordum ama baya sıkışmıştı. Götüne tokat atıp göbeğini içine çekmesini söyledim. Tek asılmamda açılmıştı fermuar. Elim acımıştı. Ellerimi sallıyordum. Ellerimi öptü,

-Çık hadi.
-Çıkmasam?
-Kuzey başka bir şey yapıyoruz sanacaklar çık hadi.

Kabinin kapısını aralayıp çıkmıştım. Bir iki kişiyle göz göze geldim. Ters ters bakıyorlardı. Sanki içeride yengemi siktim.

-Kilo işte fermuar sıkışıyor da.

Kadınlar kafasını çevirmişti, bakmıyorlardı bana. Birkaç dakika sonra yengem ellerinde kıyafetler ile çıktı. Onları alıp çıkıyorduk ki, yengem bana gömlek beğendi.

-Ya çok güzelmiş alsana bunu?
-İyi de ben gömlek giymem ki.
-Benim için giyersin al hadi çok sevdim bunu.
Masum, masum bakıyor boynunu büküyordu.

-İyi ya giyerim gel o zaman bana da bakalım birşeyler.

Sadece erkek kıyafetleri satılan mağazaya girdik. O seçiyor üstüme atıyordu. Sırf onun zevklerine bırakmıştım kendimi. Ne seçerse alıp deniyor, o beğenirse ayırıyor, beğenmezse bırakıyordum.

Yengemle çok mutluyduk. Sanki iki sevgili, karı koca gibi geziyor, kıyafetler alıyor, konuşuyorduk. Yorulmuştuk. Bir kafeye gidip oturduk, Türk kahvelerimizi söyledik. Resmen yorgunluk atıyorduk. Yengemle göz göze geliyor, gülüyor, konuşmaya devam ediyorduk.

Cebimden sigara çıkartıp yaktım bir tane kahve ile çok iyi gidiyordu. Yengem de bir dal istedi. Sigarasını yakıp uzattım. Hafif öksürerek içiyordu.

-Hadi içelim sigarlarımızı da kuaföre gideceğiz.
-Aaa hadi söndür o zaman gidelim.

Babamı aradım geldi bizi alışveriş merkezinden aldı. Yengemi kuaföre bıraktık. Adam 2 saate işimiz biter o zaman gelin isterseniz. Yada buyurun çay kahve ısmarlayayım dedi. Babam;

-Yok fiko sağol. Biz oğlanla gezelim
-Tamam şekerim görüşürüz o zaman dedi.

Kuaförün adı fikoydu ama daha çok Fatoş gibi hareketleri vardı amına koyayım.

-Baba çok samimisiniz hayırdır?
-Dalga geçme lan dalyarak, ananı getire götüre samimi olduk herhalde.
-Tamam ya ne kızıyon başka türlü olsa bir şey mi diyecem dedim gülerek.
-Siktir amına koduğumun eniği seni.

Peşimden arabaya kadar koştu. Arabaya bindik;

-Eee nereye gidecez?
-Okula dedi gülerek.
-Ya baba hadi gidek araba alak gideriz okula sonra.
-Önce ehliyet sonra araba. Diyerek çalıştırdı arabayı.

İsmini vermek istemediğim ama herkesin ilk aklına gelen o dallı budaklı logosu olan özel koleje girdik. Babamı kapıda karşıladılar. Müdüre hanımın odasına girdik. Çaylar, kahveler söylendi konuşmaya başladılar, sıkıntıdan patlamak üzereydim. Of pof çekiyor, eve gitmeyi bekliyordum. İçeriye bir kız girdi. Oda son sınıf öğrencisi ama okul başkanıymış, ama ne kız. Altın sarısı saçları, masmavi gözleri, çıkıntılı kalçası, zayıf, ufak göğüsleri okul üniforması vardı. Kız bize bakıp gülümsedi. Müdüre hanıma birkaç evrak verip çıktı sınıftan. Ben onu süzüyordum arkasından. Yan tarafımız camekan oradan geçiyordu. Geçerken bana bakmıştı. Of amk dedim bu kızsa diğerleri ne lan?

Müdüre hanım bana döndü;

-Kuzey bey evlatçığım nasıl okulu beğendin mi?
-Bilmem gezmedim ki? Buraya geldik para konuşuyorsunuz.
-hahahay haklı çocuk, muavini Ferhat beye el etti. Ferhat bey yanıma geldi;

-Buyurun ben size okulumuzu gezdireyim.
-Zahmet olmasın muavin bey.
-Estağfurullah efendim, buyurun lütfen.

Ulan okulumu satın alıyoruz öğrencimiyiz anlamadım amına koyayım. En son normal lisede öğretmenin bırak bana efendim demesini, ben ona efendim dediğimde köpek gibi bağırıyordu “ne var” diye. Okulu gezmeye başladık. Öğrenciler sınıftaydı. Okul değildi ki burası amına koyayım. Yavru saray gibi bir şey, kapalı spor salonu, açık spor salonu, yüzme havuzu, tenis salonu, bilgisayar odası, teknoloji, bilim, sanat odası, bin tane oda var. En son gittiğim lisede bir tane bilgisayar odası var, haftada bir kez gidip paint ile resim çizerdik en fazla. Gerçekten okulu çok beğenmiştim.

-Gel sana sınıfını göstereyim.

Okuyacağım sınıfa girmiştim. Okul başkanı sarışın kızımız da oradaydı. Tüm gözler bir anda bana çevrildi. Öğretmen;

-Hoş geldiniz muavin bey buyurun lütfen.
-İyi dersler hocam. Arkadaşlar aramıza yarından itibaren katılacak olan kuzey arkadaşınızı sizinle tanıştırmak istedim. Kendisi İzmirli sizden bir iki yaş büyük bir arkadaşınız. Aranızda kaynaşacağınızdan şüphem yok. Artık son sınıfsınız. Üniversite hazırlık öğrencilerisiniz.

-Merhaba arkadaşlar diyerek başımı salladım. Sınıf başkanı olan kızla göz göze bakışıyorduk. Diğer kızları gözüm dahi görmüyordu.
–O halde çıkalım yarın görüşürsünüz.
-İyi dersler. Diyerek çıktık sınıftan. Okulun camından kıza bakıyordum, kız da bana bakıyordu. Elimi enseme atıp muavinin peşine takıldım.

Babam kapıda beni bekliyordu müdüre hanımla birlikte;

-Nasıl paşam güzel mi okul?

Müdüre hanım gözümün içine bakıyor, güzel dememi bekliyordu. Gülümsedim;

-Güzel baba güzel, hatta gördüğüm en güzel okul olur kendileri. Burada okuyabilirim.

Müdüre hanımın gözleri gülüyor yerinde duramıyordu. Babam cebinden bir çek çıkartıp uzattı.

-Oğlum size emanet eğitim sisteminize güveniyor, güzel bir üniversite için hazırlayacağınıza inanıyorum. Çeki uzatıp verdi müdüre hanım ablanın eline.
-Tabi efendim şüpheniz olmasın.

Arabaya bindik. Konuşarak yengemi almaya gidiyorduk. Okulun garajında envayi çeşit spor araba,jip vardı. Belli ki godomanların veletleri de buraya araba ile gelip gidiyordu. Babama yolda yanımızdan geçen BMW ‘ye içim gitmişti. Onun o sesi beni benden aldı. Kafama koydum BMW alacaktım. Kuaförün önüne geldik. Yengem harika görünüyordu. Sanki düğüne gider gibi hazırlanmıştı. Yeni aldığı elbisesini giymiş, saçlarını yaptırmış, makyaj yapmıştı. O kadar güzel görünüyordu ki kuafördekiler imrenerek bakıyorlardı yengeme. Dibim düşmüştü, elinden tutup arabaya bindirdim;

-Harika olmuşsun yenge bu ne güzellik

Babam girdi lafa;

-Çok güzel olmuşsun kızım, sahile gidebiliriz artık evdekiler de hazırmış.

-Teşekkürler eniştem sayende, sağ ol kuzi diyerek koluma sarıldı.

O kadar çok mutlu görünüyordu ki, yeni alınmış elbise, yeni verilmiş bir hayat, yeniden doğmuş gibiydi. Eve gidip çocukları aldık, sahile inmiştik, babam içkileri getirmiş, dinleniyorduk. Biraz dinlenecek, yengem ile biz gezmeye çıkacaktık. Yengem o kadar güzel olmuştu ki gözlerimi alamıyordum, insan böyle bir güzellik karşısında nutku tutulmasın da ne olsun zaten. Harika bir kadındı.

Değerli okurlar, sahilde oturup biralarımızı içtik, fotoğraflar çekildiki. Yengemin güveni o kadar yerindeydi ki eski Özge’den eser yoktu. Ama şu mutluluk illa bozulacak, bozulmasa şaşarım amına koyayım. Dayım babamı arıyordu. Babam yanımızdan kalkıp ilerledi elinde bira şişesiyle,

-Alo? Ne var Erdem? Çocuklar iyi yanımda Erdem kusura bakma senin götünü kapatacak, yardım edecek değilim. Cebine paranı koy öyle gel, Özgeye, çocuklara her daim yardım ederim ama sana beş kuruş vermem. Erdem benim tepemin taşını attırma ağzını burnunu kırarım senin, Özgeyi de çocukları da alamazsın. Çok istiyorsan git boşa karını, dava aç. Devlet verirse sana çocukları karışmam. Ama ben de bu işin peşini bırakmam. Ya gelirsin karınla eskisi gibi olursun eğer oda isterse. Tamam o zaman gel konuşun karınla. Çocuklara günah. Tamam hadi kapatıyorum şimdi.

Babamın yanına koşmuştum, konuşmaları dinliyordum. Telefonu kapatınca sordum babama;

-Ne oldu baba? Dayım mı geliyor?
-Evet bir ay sonra gelecek konuşacak yengenle, barışırlarsa amenna, barışmazlarsa boşanma davası açacak çocukları istiyormuş,
-Anasını sikerim onun.
-Höst yavaş, yok öyle dünya barışırlar oğlum, yengende çocuklar için barışırım enişte yoksa işim olmaz Erdemle dedi.
-Peki, baba.

Çocuklar uğruna dayımla barışacaktı. Hıh seviyorum hala demiyor da, neyse ne ya bundan sonra bende önüme bakarım. Genç adamım, çoluklu çocuklu kadına, hem de yengemi mi karı yapacaktım kendime. Sikeyim anasını diyerek bira şişesini diktim kafama.

Babam;

-Oğlum hadi gezin yengenle hava güzel bak,
-Yok, çok yorgunum uzanacam sahilde biraz,

Yengem girdi araya, enişte çok yorulduk bugün üzerimi değişeyim bende oturacam sahilde.
Sıcacık kumlara uzanmıştım, güneş batıyor, hava kararıyordu. Yengem eve gitmiş üzerini değiştirdi. Şort ve askılıyla geldi yanıma uzandı.

-Dayı mı seviyor musun?
-Hayda nerden çıkardın şimdi bu soruyu?
-Cevap ver lütfen. Gerçekten dayımı seviyor musun?
-Evet seviyorum…
-Sana yaptığı onca şeyden sonra mı?

Yattığım yerden kalkmış, oturmuş ona bakıyordum. Kolunu tuttum.

-O seni aldattı, başka kadınlarla gününü gün etti, seni evde yalnız bıraktı. Birahanede kadınlarla oldu, sana erkeklik yapmadı, çocuklarına iyi baba olmadı, sırf o yüzden başka erkekle yatmayı düşünmedin mi? Kadınlığını sana yaşatamadığı için, erken boşaldığı, ve sadece kendini boşaltıp seni öylece yatakta bıraktığı için.

Sertçe bir tokat yapıştırmıştı bana.

-Ne biçim konuşuyorsun sen?

Çenemi tutup gülmeye başladım.

-Yalan mı söylüyorum? Haksız mıyım?
-Kuzey kapat çeneni.

Yanımdan kalkıp gitmişti eve. Bende kumsala yatıp düşüncelere dalıyordum. Aklımda o kadar çok şey geçiyordu ki, ihanete uğramış, olmayacak aşka tutulmuş, kör kütük sevdiğim kadınla onca yaşadıklarımızdan sonra tekrar dayımın kollarına gidecek olması. Yerden kumu avuçlayıp savurdum. Çıktım bara gidecektim. Yola koyuldum. Yengem eve gidiyor, ben bara gitmek için yola doğru iniyordum.

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