Becoming Cassie Ch. 04

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The next week was hard for me to concentrate on my school work and sports. I was loving being Cassie, even if only for a few hours.

I had those amazing memories of what I looked like as Cassie replaying over and over again in my head. I could not get over what like to be a girl. I was really beginning to enjoy this. The whole world was beginning to look different.

And I was so glad the phone didn’t ring for this next weekend for any other babysitting gigs. I needed to get back and focus plus this weekend my Aunt Mary was having her 50th birthday party.

It was going to be a great time to see all my cousins again. Our last big family get-together was over a year ago and big parties were always fun.

Aunt Mary was the aunt that had my only older female cousin, Kate. For some reason, given all the experiences I had over the last three months with the Warrens and learning more about who Cassie was, I actually couldn’t wait to see Kate. Not sure I was going to share anything, but I know I had some good early memories of hanging around with her.

But at the same time, I knew I’d feel a little guilty because growing up I had raided her panty drawer and hamper more than once and actually “borrowed” a few items. Hopefully, I was past that now and those urges wouldn’t come back while I was there.

The birthday party was early Saturday afternoon and would be over by early evening event. I wanted to do something different a little different since I hadn’t dressed at all in a week. This might be a fun time try out one of the gifts from the Warrens.

After I showered on Saturday, I went to my little stash at home and put on one of the pair of panties Mrs. Warren gave me. They were black, soft, and of delicate lace. And with the flowery embroidery on the waistband, they were not only classy but I thought a real good choice for a 50th birthday party where black was often the theme color.

My whole family piled into the car and we headed out. When we arrived at the party, it was one of those partially catered affairs with all kinds of food brought in. Because it was still mid-October, some of the activities were inside and some outside. There had to be 50-60 people there.

We all sang Happy Birthday, gave her gifts including some prank 50Th birthday gifts, and then began hanging out with each other.

My older cousin Kate had grown up so much in these last few years. She was the designated greeter and I watch as she greeted so many of the adults, talking that adult language. I almost forgot she was once a kid like us.

And she was radiant as she greeted and played with the younger children as well. I loved watching her.

I found out that she was in her second year of college, was studying nursing and loved college life. She was just a year older than me. Somehow that didn’t seem to be that much of a difference any more.

She was so well put together. Kate was wearing just the right amount of make-up and her selection clothing made her a daughter any mom could be proud of. I could now appreciate that a lot more than ever before.

When she and I finally got a chance to talk one on one, I started off by saying “Kate, you look so nice in that dress.”

“Wow, a compliment from my cousin on how nice I look. I’ll take that any day. I actually got this dress just for Mom’s party and I am flattered that you like it. Seriously, thank you for noticing.”

“I think being at college, even just these two months, has made me aware of a lot of things and growing up a bit helps a bit, too,” I replied.

We had a chance to share some college stories and then parted ways to hang out with other people at the party.

As the afternoon turned to early evening and families began to leave, I noticed that there were still a lot of items outside. I asked Aunt Mary if I could help move some them in, especially the tables and chairs as it might rain soon. It was getting that heavy feeling in the air.

My aunt said, “We would love the help”, and I began by moving the chairs down into the basement.

My mom saw what I was doing and thought that was sweet, but told me she needed to get my little brother home because he wasn’t feeling good. She asked if I would be able to catch a ride with someone.

“Sure, no problem, Mom”

I didn’t realize it was going to be that much work when I offered. And I was shocked that no one else offered to help. But I didn’t complain. It was just another workout like at college.

The sun was slowly setting and I picked up the pace.

After about 20 minutes of collapsing and the moving chairs to the basement, Kate joined me in the yard. She had just said goodbye to the last of the guests and had changed into a pair of jeans and a nice top. She now looked more like the Kate I remembered, and she looked great even in just jeans.

She and I started picking up things left by the kids in the yard, as well running the rest of the food into the kitchen as a light mist began to fall.

Within a few minutes we cleared most of ankara2010.com the yard of all the little things and then we began moving the longer tables to the basement. The mist had now turned to a light rain. We had to pull about ten tables inside and we only had half of them done.

We worked a little faster as the rain came down harder. By the time we got the last one in, we were completely drenched. Her beautiful wavy hair was now in ringlets and she and I were soaked to the skin. We kind of laughed at each other and said this would be a party to remember.

As we headed upstairs I could see from the windows that is was now dark, dreary and raining hard outside. And being October, it turned raw and chilly with the rain. We made it just in time.

My Aunt Mary, being an aunt had towels ready for us and said, “You both need to shower and warm up. Come.”

I told her I was fine but she insisted. “I don’t need you catching a cold and dying on my birthday!”

I told Kate to take the first one and I could wait a bit. I chatted with my aunt with a towel draped over my shoulders. We talked about her party and how nice everyone seems, especially now that we are a bit older.

Kate was done in about 10 minutes and my aunt said “I’ll make you both some hot chocolate.” and scooted off.

When Kate came out of the bath she had on a nice fluffy robe, her hair wrapped in a towel and her wet clothes in her hands.

“OK, your turn. And don’t worry, I left you some hot water!”

I went in and started to change when I heard her say, “Toss me your wet clothes and I’ll throw them in the dryer.”

I was all set to that and realized that I was wearing the black panties I got from Mrs. Warren. Oh crap, what was I going to do?

“Just a minute”. I decided just to pass out just my shirt, pants and socks out the door to her.

“Is that everything?” she asked.

“Yes, that’s it”

“What about those cute black lace panties with the flowery waistband?” she asked, “Aren’t they wet as well?”

Silence.

“Matt, I saw them when you were bending over helping me in the yard. It’s OK, I kind of knew anyway.”

I slowly opened the door and passed them to her through the opening. It was so stupid of me to wear them. I thought it’d be fun to wear them to a party. I was so wrong.

I took an extra long shower and was so embarrassed I didn’t even want to come out.

When the shower stopped and I started drying off, I heard Kate say from the hallway, “Hey Matt, I left you some dry clothes outside the door. Yours are not dry yet. Feel free to pick what you want to wear.”

I heard her footsteps as she walked away and slowly opened the door. I was real depressed. I looked down the hall and when I confirmed that no one was around, I picked up the stack of clothes.

In the stack were a pair of her jeans, a sundress, two different tops, two pair of panties and two bras.

This was not what I was expecting. I knew Kate was an only child and that her dad had left years ago, but I really thought she might be able to find some guy clothes around to wear. I was not sure if this was a joke or not.

Still, these were pretty sweet clothes. I first put on the pink panties and they fit perfectly. I then tried on the flowered print bra with the rose in front and I loved the look of it with the panties together. I slipped her sundress on and it fit as well. In fact, everything fit.

Within 5 minutes there came a knock on the door and it was Kate. “Hey cuz, did anything fit?”

This was tough. I had been hiding this for years and now she was giving me things to wear. I quietly told her, “Yes. Actually, everything did.”

“Great, let me see.”

This was even harder. With a deep breath I slowly opened the door.

I had on her jeans, her pink panties, her cute navy tee shirt and her black bra. She nodded her head and calmly said. “Those look great on you, now let’s get some hot chocolate.”

“Slow down a bit. Before we go, how long have you known? And does your mom know?”

“Oh, for a while now, maybe two years, but we can talk about that later. And yes, she knows. She’s cool about it. Let’s go.”

“I’m sorry. I am not going into your kitchen wearing your bra and panties in front of your mom. The skinny jeans and baby tee are bad enough. What will your mom think??”

“Matt, who do you think put the stack of my clothes together for you while I was changing and drying my hair?”

“Aunt Mary?”

“Yes, your Aunt Mary and my mom.”

This was going way too fast for me.

Kate said “Come on silly,” and took me by the hand and dragged me into the kitchen. Aunt Mary was at the stove warming up the hot chocolate and simply said to me as I walked in, “I am so glad the clothes fit, come over and get your hot chocolate.”

OK, this was now weird. The three of us are now sitting at the kitchen table, I’m wearing her daughter’s clothes that she just gave me and the only who seems to care about it is me.

“Now, isn’t that better now that you are nice and warm?”, my aunt asked.

I just couldn’t think of anything to say.

Then Aunt Mary said, “You two sit here for a minute and I will be right back.”

Kate was smiling and said…”See, she’s fine with it.”

I just shook my head and said, “Kate, this is awkward.”

“I know, but wait until you see what mom has.”

Aunt Mary brought in a box of photos and said, “When I was getting ready for this party, I went through hundreds, no, thousands of pictures. I want to show you some.”

Great, this was going to be worse than watching home movies. Kate moved over beside me. Aunt Mary sat in front of us with the pictures.

“Here is a picture of me when I was five. And here is a picture of Kate when she was five.” I was shocked at how much they looked alike. “Wow.” I said as I picked it up.

“This is me going out on a date when I was 18.”

“Aunt Mary, you were a babe…I mean you still are…no, that doesn’t sound right either.”

“Thank you for the compliment Matt, I know what you meant.”

“And here is a picture of me with my husband on our honeymoon. My husband is your mom’s brother.”

We went through about 25 pictures and there was a story about each one. The longer I sat there and listened to the stories the more interesting it became and the more comfortable I was sitting there in Kate’s clothes.

Aunt Mary then said, “I also have some of you and Kate together as well. This really got my interest.

“Really?”

“Yes, you two spent a lot of time together when you were little. We lived much closer together back then and your mom would frequently drop you off in the afternoons.”

“Here’s one of you and Kate playing at one of her birthday parties. Oh, and here is another one of you two at the beach.” There were dozens of them. We laughed at ourselves in the pictures. I had never seen them. The laughter was good and the pictures were great.

“And here is one of you two in our little backyard inflatable swimming pool.”

As I looked closely I asked, “What am I wearing?”

“One of Kate’s bathing suits. You were young and when your mom dropped you off she probably didn’t pack your bathing suit. So when you saw the pool in the backyard and wanted to go in, I just gave you one of Kate’s. It was really no big deal.”

I kept examining the picture and just could not believe it.

“How old was?”

“Maybe 5.”

“Here are some more. This is one of my favorites.”

“I’m in a two piece??”

“Yes, but which one is you?”

Looking closer I said, “I’m guessing I’m the one on the right, the taller one.”

“No, you’re the smaller one on the left. Kate was about 4 inches taller than you then. I think she was 9 and you were maybe 7?”

I was amazed at how much I even looked like Kate then. She had short hair and mine was almost the same length. We were both blonde and we both had slight curls. I just kept staring and staring at it.

“Here are few more too.”

“And here are some from the time you spent a week with us. I think you were 8 or 9 at the time.”

“I spent a week with you??”

“Yes, we rented a cabin at a lake in the mountains and you came with us.” She then passed me the small stack of pictures.

“I have no memory of this at all…no, wait, I do have a memory of this. Was the cabin on a little hill?”

“Yes, and it was a little walk down to the water. I think you’ll get a kick out of some of these.”

There were lots of regular pictures of Kate and myself, and then a few when I was clearly wearing her clothes.

“Did I do this a lot?”

“Not really a lot, but you never really had a problem with it either. We were in a cabin, not a lot of laundry facilities close by, so on certain days when you were out of clothes, you simply wore Kate’s. Like I said, it was really no big deal.”

There was even one where she and I were wearing sundresses and hugging each other while smiling for the camera.

“And If it makes you feel any better, she wasn’t wearing a bra yet.”

I turned and asked, “Kate, do you remember this?”

“Only a little. It wasn’t until mom brought out these pictures a few years ago that I really remembered.”

I was just stunned.

“Do you remember the fashion show you two put on?”

“Fashion show??”

“You and Kate put on this big production when you visited with us for a whole weekend. I think you were about 10 then because we still lived in the old house.”

She pulled out about 5 pictures of both of us clowning around in oversized dresses, high heels and wigs.

“I do remember this but I thought it was all my imagination.”

Kate jumped in and said, “I definitely remember it. We raided one of the wardrobe closets upstairs and I dressed you up in all kinds of outfits. Mom had nothing to do with it. That one was all me. And you did wear a bra for it, but it was huge, like the dresses.”

There I was sitting with stacks of pictures of me and I was even more confused.

“Are there more pictures?”

Kate continued, “No, that’s it. We just had to show you.”

“And then your uncle and I ran into some, say, marital issues. He got a promotion at work, traveled more and started having affairs with his new found success. I did all I could to hang on to him, but the more I tried the more he resisted. We divorced when Kate was 13 and moved to this house just to get away. I guess we were kind of embarrassed about the divorce and wanted a new start.”

“But I did get a nice divorce settlement and still receive substantial alimony payments from him, but it was nasty. It was also difficult because he was your mom’s brother and that created tension between her and me.”

“You stopped coming over, partly because of the distance and partly because of divorce. And it wasn’t your fault, just selfish adults.”

“Kate kept growing up becoming even more of young lady and had to make new friends in a new school. You kept growing up and hung out more with your guy friends.”

“It really wasn’t until several years later when Kate said let’s have people over again mom that I realized she was missing her cousins, aunts and uncles. It was a challenge, but things slowly healed.”

Then Kate picked up the story. “The about four years ago, I noticed that one of my pair of panties was missing. I was only sixteen at the time and they were the matching set to one of the bras that I wanted to wear that evening to a sweet sixteen birthday party for my friend. Mom and I looked everywhere. We never found it.”

“Then about six months later, I was missing another pair, and with only mom and me in the house, it was like a puzzle. At first I figured the washing machine ate them, but then I noticed a few months later that after one of the family parties over here, something was amiss in my lingerie drawer. Not missing, just moved to the wrong place. That sort of isolated the field of suspects to anyone at the party.”

Great, just what I needed to hear. I was beginning to get very warm…

“That’s when mom brought out the pictures and showed me. I asked her, “Do you think it’s Matt?””

“Looking back, it was funny because I think she already knew, or at least strongly expected.”

Kate continued, “I wasn’t sure how I felt. Mom and I had some long talks and the gist of it was, if Matt still wants to wear your clothes, is really all that bad? It’s not like it as the first time he has worn them.”

“Mom really made it more of a positive thing and I was beginning to agree.”

Aunt Mary then added, “Nothing else ever went missing but we had suspicions that maybe you were still trying things on in the bathroom, but you were only over her once or twice a year.”

Kate then jumped back in, “We had not really thought too much about it until today when you arrived. We had been so busy readying for the party, plus most of my clothes and lingerie were at college.”

“We noticed that during the party you spent a lot of time with me and your cousins, and never once did even get close to my room. I was almost disappointed.”

“It really wasn’t until the end of the day when you and I were outside in the mist and you bent over to pick up some of the yard games that I saw you were wearing panties. The black lace and that cute waistband was a big give away.”

Kate continued, “I said to myself, wow, he now even has his own panties. And they even look better than mine. Major bummer. He’s obviously moved on.”

“And then the rains really came. That’s when mom put together a real quick plan. It was a gamble, but, well, here you are!”

Then Aunt Mary broke the tension and said, “And for my 50th birthday, I now have a new niece.”

“Mom?? Really.”

“Well, growing up Kate you had mostly boy cousins and Matt was the nearest to your age. I always wanted you to have a female cousin around your own age. Now you do.”

Kate just shook her head.

It was now after 9:00 and I said, “I should really let you two enjoy the rest of your birthday. I’ll just change and Kate, could I ask you to drive me home?”

Aunt Mary chimed in, “Oh, didn’t I tell you? I called your mom and asked if you could spend the night, especially since it was such a miserable night out with the rain and all. We can drop you off tomorrow.”

I looked at Kate and who was smiling and asked, “Will you stay?”

It was hard to say no, but I had just one question…”Kate, how in the world do I fit into your jeans and top?”

Kate laughed and said, “The Freshman 15. It was a tough first year and I had to buy a lot of clothes in the spring semester. I’ve got it under control this year though, don’t you think?”

That brought a big smile from me.

Aunt Mary said, “You can stay in the guest room and we would really love the company. It’s lonely having your little girl at college.” She then excused herself to leave me and Kate alone to talk.

For the rest of the night we talk about the past and I promised her that I only ever took those two pair of panties. But I readily confessed to trying on lots of her clothes in the bathroom.

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Prove It Ch. 03

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A few hours later I wake up with my mind less foggy from the hangover. I still feel distraught from the last 24 hours and how things feel like they have spun out of control. Luckily Jeff’s couch was as comfortable as a couch could be. No “Seinfeld” bar hitting me in the back all night or anything like that. My mind is still reeling though for sure. I gather my things and head out the door texting Tina that we should meet up for breakfast.

“So where did you disappear to last night?” Tina says.

“I just hit that drunken wall where my mind said I needed to get outta there.”

“So your man pussy kicked in?”

Tina can drink me under the table and I don’t even try to deny ankara2010.com it. Most casual nights we are the last two in the bar but she is always the one who can drive me home when we go beer for beer.

“Can I tell you something weird?”

“What that you and Jeff made out?” Her smirk is unsettling. “Its no secret when people roll out of the men’s bathroom shouting that some man in goat hooves is making out with a dude in a turtleneck and earphones. I hope you weren’t trying to keep it a secret because you failed in that regard.”

“Shit. Are you serious?”

“Ha Ha ha. I mean its not like everyone in the bar knew but it was not a secret.” Her devilish smile was more than enough to know she was not joking around

As we drank our coffees and ate breakfast I began to relax. I was more than lucky to have somebody to talk with about last night without more prejudices than the ones I currently felt about myself.

“I’m not gay, Tina. I’m not.”

“Kit relax. You are throwing around vocabulary that you haven’t even thought about. If you could spend the night alone with Jeff, would you honestly not feel any sexual feelings about him? Would you really just want to sit on the other end of the couch and take in a college b-ball game?”

“Well. I mean…… Yes but not really. I. I just feel different. I’ve crushed on girls hard to the point where a certain chick in heels would give me a raging hardon. And this just feels different. I want to be with Jeff like all of the time. Just spend time with him and shit. Its weird I feel like I look up to him in a way.”

Tina began to laugh. “You sound like a middle school girl, Kit! You are crushing hardcore. What are you going to do about this?”

“Shut up! Obviously nothing. I mean what can I do about it?”

Then I could see a plan building in that head of Tina’s.

“Are you asking me for help, Kit?”

“Ummm, I don’t know. You’re kinda scaring me Tina. What do you have in mind?”

“Say you want my help, no questions asked, and we’ll see what happens.”

“Ok fine. Tina I want your help. Don’t make me regret this.”

“Done. And you won’t.”

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Taking Home the New Girl

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I do love the internet. I love having a venue to express myself and my experiences and my desires. I only wish I had more time to devote to it. I especially wish I had more time to write of some of my experiences. More patience too, since I often start writing something only to reach a point where I’d rather attend to the arousal the writing creates than finish the writing!

It does sadden me though, when on some chat rooms and sites, I hear that so many of the desires expressed are still only fantasies. So many of the women here have yet to experience the very things they desire the most.

I have no such issues. I knew pretty early on about my deepest desires and pursued them with vigour. I only realise now, by being here how lucky I was. I’m not sure what to advise a woman who is out of college how to pursue their first experience with another woman. Even less for a woman who is married or otherwise committed. All I could say is be true to yourself, be brave, take a chance, and don’t chicken out, go for it knowing that this will change everything. And use the internet!

It is a different world when you are experienced and past the concerns and fears you might have had if you had not experimented in your youth. Take what happened to me a few months back.

I had just started a new job. Not yet comfortable that I knew what I was doing. Doing monkey work in the mean time until I learned all the terminology, the corporate structure, the systems, etc. And spending a lot of time away from my desk at the training classes my manager had arranged.

I hated the training sessions. I have enough knowledge and experience to know most of the material anyway and for the rest it was hard to find the motivation to pay attention. When they wanted us to split into focus groups and discuss the material before reporting back, I really wanted to start shooting people.

At least I could distract myself by sneaking peeks at one woman sitting at a desk across and to the right of me. I did not catch her name at first. But I found myself a little entranced. She had thick, short hair that was parted on one side. It was dyed an un-natural, very bright yellow, blonde. There were a few streaks of orange through it. Like the colours of a sunset.

I loved her skin, smooth and clear and fair. I like the porcelain complexion. She wore only minimal make up. A little bronzer to accentuate the cheekbones, a thin mascara and a natural-colour lip gloss.

She wore a large pair of glasses with bright red plastic frames. Her jewellery would have been considered tacky on anyone else, with a large plastic heart on one finger, but on her it completed her look.

“I like your ring” I told her and she smiled and thanked me.

I would not say she that she had a chubby face. Not at all. She was very pretty. But she was a big girl. Very tall, quite busty and curvaceous. She reminded me a little of Christina Hendricks. Her clothes in no way hid her form but did not accentuate it either. She wore a long skirt, thick stockings and flat shoes and she kept her jacket on the whole time, which I did too as it was cold in the training room.

I like to think that I don’t have a ‘type’ as far as the women I am attracted to are concerned, although I prefer feminine women to butch ones. But I do find myself enchanted when I find a woman I am attracted to who seems to be different to what I am used to. And she was. Lately I have been finding myself more attracted to taller women, bustier women, curvier women. I think it’s simply because they are unlike most manisa escort of my previous lovers. She was all that and still very feminine and pretty.

On our break I found out her name was Deb and we made some chit chat about work and the weather and what we did before we started here. I found myself wanting to make a connection, but our break was too short and we were soon back at training.

If I was enchanted before, I was well and truly bewitched now. And with her short, parted hair I dared to imagine that she was no stranger to sleeping with women.

After leaving for the day, everything I did for the rest of the evening was a mere distraction from my true purpose. I went to the gym, I went home, I ate my dinner, watched some tv, got ready for bed. And it was only then, lying in bed at the end of the day that I indulged in what I had been holding inside me for hours. I thought about Deb. I tried to imagine how we might find each other, how we would confess to each other, how we would undress each other. I thought about what I needed to do to her, what I needed her to do to me. When I had reached the necessary point, I reached over to open the top drawer of my bedside table, I fished inside for the tube, I spread the lubricant along my fingers and took myself to oblivion.

It’s always easy to put a smile on your face on a Friday. It’s easier still when you know you are going to meet someone you have a new crush on. I do feel a little strange sometimes though, a little naughty, when I am around someone who doesn’t know I recently masturbated while thinking about them.

But there was also a lot of apprehension. I had to ask myself the same awful question I always have to ask myself when I have a crush – do I do anything about it?

She was there when I arrived early for our final training day. I asked how she was while making myself a coffee. I asked if she had plans for the weekend. Still trying to make a connection without trying to look like it was obvious that I was doing that.

I said that I might see a movie. I said I may see ‘The Iron Lady’. She said it was really good. That Meryll Streep was amazing and there were times she forgot she was watching Streep and thought she was watching Thatcher.

We started going through all the Streep movies we loved. In a silly way, I kept hoping she would say ‘The Hours’ but she didn’t.

Soon we had to start and it was torture waiting until our break before we could chat again.

When had our break and we could talk again, I told a little white lie and said I hadn’t seen ‘The Hours’, because I didn’t think I’d appreciate it if I hadn’t read Mrs Dalloway first. She said I shouldn’t worry, she couldn’t stand Mrs Dalloway and it’s stream of consciousness style.

I told the little lie because I wanted to keep our conversation going, see what she thought of ‘The Hours’ where Streep plays a lesbian (silly I know!) or see if I could change to conversation to books.

At lunch I invited her to join me and I told her I hated stream of consciousness too, and that it was the main reason I have avoided Joyce. But we both love Attwood, every Orange Prize winner we’ve read, and while we don’t have a lot of respect for Picoult we both secretly find her entertaining.

I was so happy. Connection found!

I asked her what she was doing after work. She said she’d probably go home and read. I’d put her in a mood for a quiet night with a book!

I told her I was meeting friends for a couple of beers, nothing big, just a little Friday night kushinagar.net unwinding. She asked me where we were meeting. I said at ‘Fig Leaves’. ‘Fig Leaves’ (not it’s real name) is a well known g bar that is very lesbian-friendly. My little hint, got from Deb a knowing, suppressed, smile. And I knew then that my intentions towards her were as clear as day and met with quiet approval. I was so happy.

Back from lunch, I could hardly wait until the end of the day. When it finally came, I asked if she was keen to join me in meeting my friends, trying not to sound too concerned. She said it sounded like a good idea, also trying not to sound too eager.

I told her we had plenty of time, we were probably even a little early, so I said, if it was ok with her, I’d like to stop at my flat on the way there and get changed.

We took a bus, making conversation without any effort. She was as cool as a cucumber. I on the other hand was trying not to look so nervous and tense.

My flat was freezing. I told her we would not be long, I’d just brush my teeth, change some clothes and we’ll be out. She asked if what she was wearing was ok. I told her she looked great. Told her to make herself at home, grab a drink from the fridge is she wanted, I would not be long.

I brushed quickly, rinsed with mouthwash, and checked myself, I don’t know how many times, in the mirror. In my bedroom, I flicked on the heater and kicked off my shoes and tried to decide which perfume I wanted.

Deb flicked on the TV in the lounge and sat herself down on my couch.

I was so nervous I was close to terrified. I always am. I used to think confidence meant not having those fears, not having your heart race a million beats a minute. It, of course, doesn’t. It means faking it. It means that people who have known me intimately call me audacious and scandalous because they can’t see that I am full of doubt and fear.

‘How do I look?’ I said a moment before I came around the corner and into the lounge. I stopped and stood there in front of her, naked from head to toe. ‘I think you’ll be cold’, she said. ‘I’ll be fine’, I said and slowly walked towards her, slightly accentuating my movements. She stood up from the couch as I go near and took a step towards me.

When we got near she bent slightly to k me and I stopped her and took her hand. She had such large, soft, hands. I took her hand and drew it between me legs, letting her fingers touch me. ‘This is how w you’ve made me’, I said, ‘just thinking about you’. Then I let her kiss me.

Taking her by the hand, I led her to my bedroom, and once we were there I let her embrace me and kiss me. ‘Do you really have friends waiting for you at Fig Leaves?’ she asked. ‘You’ll never know’, I told her with a smile and started undressing her.

She was everything I dreamed she was. Wonderful curves. Large, full and firm b. Amazing soft, smooth skin. And a small area of gentle, soft, golden curls of pubic hair.

I drew away from her and onto the bed, letting her pursue me. She came after me and we kissed and embraced and let our hands caress everywhere, legs entwined, breasts against each other, skin perspiring, feet touching, tongues seeking each other out.

My hand sought her out and I started stroked her there, feeling that she was wet and ready, I let her go and taking her hand drew her off the bed and pushed her towards the corner of my room, where an armchair sat.

I sat her in the chair and kissed her, kissing her on her chest. I traced her nipple with the barest touch from the tip of my tongue, before giving each a big full kiss. Kissing my way down her belly to her pubic hair, I stopped. Putting my hand under her knee, I lifted her leg up and placed it over the arm rest, before bending down to look upon her.

She was very wet and very pink with the excitement of lust. I took in the gorgeous sight of her, took in her amazing scent. And started licking her.

She gasped when my tongue first made contact. As I settled into a rhythm, she started to moan softly with my movements, placing a hand on the back of my head to draw me tighter to her.

Her breathing got quicker, and so did my efforts. She was close. Soon she was forcing my face into her, grinding against me until she came.

She released me and sitting up kissed me, tasting herself on me. ‘That was fucking amazing’ she said. ‘Your turn’ she said standing up, I shook my head, and went back to the bed. Laying down, I opened the top drawer of my bedside table and fished out my bottle of lube and my strap-on. ‘Oh really?’ she said. ‘Oh yeah’ I said laughing.

I don’t normally like using strap-ons. But Deb is just the type of woman I had in mind for it. She put it on, lubed it up and was about to enter me, when I told her to do so slowly. The phallus of my strap-on is a little larger than what I would find comfortable. This is deliberate. I want it to hurt a little.

I felt a release once she was completely inside me. I asked her to go slowly, we were in the missionary position. Not my favourite but it has its good qualities. I like feeling her weight on top of me, her breasts against mine, I like being able to kiss her, to whisper dirty things to her.

She picked up the pace, ‘fuck me harder’ I said, encouraging her, digging my heels into her backside to force her.

We were sweating a lot now, I had left the heater on. But I liked it, it made it intense and passionate. Once I was done with the missionary position, I asked for a change, with her out of me I turned onto my hands and knees. ‘I want to feel you deep inside me’ I said looking over my shoulder at her.

There was no warm up this time, I was ready and she went fast and hard at me. Holding me hard by the hips, then she even started pulling on my hair. I was in heaven. This was exactly what I had a strap-on for but never experienced it like this. Neither of these positions make me come however, so it was soon time to switch, so I could be on top.

I started slow, clutching my breasts, looking into Deb’s eyes, gently rocking back and forth, up and down. I let go of my breasts and leaned down to kiss her, feeling her breasts against mine again. I took her hands in mine and started riding her harder, letting my breasts rock with my movement, groaning as I felt myself getting close, ‘Come for me’, I heard her say, and I wanted to now, I was ready, I just needed some dirty talk to put me over the edge. I looked into her eyes told her I wanted to lick her from the moment I saw her. I asked her to tell me that she loved it. She told me that she loved being licked by me. I asked her to tell me that she loves fucking women. She told me she loves fucking women. I told her that I wanted her to promise me something. ‘Anything’ she said. I asked her to promise me that she’ll go down on me later and look into my eyes while she licked my pussy. She said she promises, she said she wanted to lick me more than anything on earth. That was it, I rocked my head back and shivered to a glorious orgasm.

We lay in each other’s arms for a long time, drenched in sweat. Later we ordered pizza for dinner, watched ‘Julie & Julia’, before returning to bed to finish having our fun.

We showered together in the morning, had toast and said au revoir.

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Having loaded the breakfast crockery into the dishwasher, Anne considered how she might spend the New Year Bank Holiday. Brian had gone off to follow the hunt which traditionally met in the Market Place on a New Year’s morning, whilst Barnaby and Adam had left early for a non-league football match up in Yorkshire. She knew Adam had left without draining his spuds and that they’d be in for a long drive, a thought which rather turned her on. Aroused by the knowledge that her lodger had embarked on a three hour plus journey without going to the toilet, Anne considered her own needs. She needed to do rather more than a pee, but was in no great hurry and certainly didn’t intend wasting a golden opportunity for a little naughtiness whilst it was there.

Although she had a comfortable feeling of fullness, her own need was not yet quite what might be considered urgent. If anything she’d been rather constipated since Christmas, only managing one good poo on Boxing Day and another three days later on December 29th. It wasn’t altogether surprising though. Mother had come to stay over Christmas and she’d insisted on cooking the Christmas lunch, a six course affair which was huge in the sense that only Mother could have made it. Spiced parsnip soup followed by smoked fish preceded the main Turkey course which, predictably enough, was accompanied by all the usual trimmings and some unique to Elizabeth Glenning too. Cheese and biscuits had, in French style, followed the main course. As if that hadn’t been enough, Christmas pudding served with lashings of brandy sauce, was followed by mince pies and whipped cream, not forgetting the obligatory coffee and post-prandial Port. It was scarcely remarkable that they’d all ended up feeling stuffed – quite literally.

Unable to stop herself if she’d wanted, Anne had, unsurprisingly, done some samsun escort smelly farts during the Queen’s speech. This had naturally aroused the disgust of her mother and resulted in a rather bitchy exchange which neither of them had been able to resist. Thankfully Mother had returned home on Boxing Day, leaving Anne – and her bowels – to do as they pleased.

A week on the memory of that huge meal still made Anne feel a little unwell and she was convinced that part of it still lurked somewhere in her system.

With the house to herself, Anne could easily have put coffee and a magazine on a tray, gone up to the bathroom and had a long, smelly poo, stinking the place out, confident that all smell would long have disappeared long before any of the others returned. However she was in the mood for something much naughtier than that. She had it in mind to take a toilet roll and drive to the woods outside Woodchester where she’d find a favourite clearing, drop her jeans and squat down for an amazing alfresco poo. It was just the thing for a cool, sunny Bank Holiday Monday morning. Grabbing a couple of old newspapers and throwing them into a carrier, along with a roll of loo paper and some wet wipes, Anne stepped outside into the crisp January air, locking the door behind her.

As she climbed into the car, Anne let a couple of good tell-tale farts out. It was as though her butt sensed what lay ahead. More farts followed as she put her keys in the ignition and started out on the journey to Woodchester Forest. It was a good thirty minute drive away but she didn’t anticipate much traffic and expected to get there easily enough without any risk of pooing herself.

Fifteen minutes into the journey she was farting steadily and her bladder, which hadn’t been emptied for fourteen hours, was beginning to ache. Approaching samsunkurdu.com the outskirts of Woodchester her heart sank as she saw the bypass was closed for road works. Why was it, she mused, that the Highways Department had to do roadworks on a Bank Holiday of all days? Was it that they expected no one to be on the road? Honestly!

Even though it was a Bank Holiday there were plenty of people on the road and, being diverted through the city, added to her journey significantly. Still cutting smelly farts, Anne was now in no doubt that the pleasant feeling of being overdue for a poo had turned to desperation – desperation which increased by the minute as she drove through the commercial heart of lower Woodchester, up past the Cathedral, Prison, Hospital and finally the University where, in her younger days, she’d lectured.

Leaving the city behind her, Anne drove as fast as she dared down the country lanes to Woodchester Forest. Unable to stop herself farting if she’d wanted, Anne’s need to poo was growing stronger by the minute and she was desperately close to pooing herself. Finding a convenient lay-by, she pulled up and gingerly got out of the car, taking care to reach for the carrier bag containing the items she’d need.

It wasn’t long before she found a favourite clearing where she hoped to drop her jeans and unburden herself. Before she could do so though, an enormous fart escaped from her poor, straining anus and she followed through. So near and yet so far. She’d been seconds away from relieving herself safely on the forest floor, now she’d shit herself.

Removing her jeans as deftly as she could, Anne then lowered her white Sloggi Maxi panties and surveyed the damage. They were quite full, although the massive lump of poo she’d passed was fairly solid. Carefully discarding her panties, Anne squatted on the forest floor and finished her poo. It didn’t surprise her in the least that there was much more to come. Five large turds came out in addition to the mess she’d already made in her panties. Releasing a massive torrent of golden pee onto the ground beneath her, she sighed with relief. Finished at last, she tore of some sheets if toilet paper and wiped. There was shit everywhere. She’d made some messes in her time but this was in a class of its own! In the process of cleaning up she even managed to get her hands dirty and was glad she’d had the foresight to bring some wet wipes. They weren’t the same thing as soap and water but, under the circumstances, they did a pretty good job. Eventually the clean up was complete and she pulled her jeans back up. They were a little dirty but, unlike the panties, were in a washable state and would see another day.

Arriving back at the car, Anne used what remained of the wet wipes to give her hands another clean. They’d need to be washed a time or two before all trace of the smell disappeared completely and, once home, she’d need a good shower as well as a change. That done she could then log onto her computer and share her New Year Bank Holiday experience with others on an online forum she had recently begun to frequent.

Driving back to Woodchester she couldn’t help wondering how Adam and Barnaby were faring on their journey up to Yorkshire. She knew Adam would be determinedly holding it and Barnaby would be teasing him pretty mercilessly. If they had to stop off at service stations she knew that it would almost certainly be for Barnaby’s benefit. She knew his limitations well enough, probably better than he did himself. After all, he couldn’t hope to have a cock the size he’d got and equal Adam’s holding capabilities. Her jeans might have been soiled but Anne had more than a sneaking suspicion that there would be at least one pair of soaked jeans to go in the wash later on, if not two. She could see 2012 getting off to a good start!

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“Hot day today, isn’t it Mrs. C,” Josh asked through the window.

“Sure is Josh,” I replied staring blatantly at his well-defined chest and six pack abs.

Josh was a former student of mine, I taught him six years ago when he was a senior. I think that was about the time my husband said I didn’t do anything for him and we quit having sex all together. I was crushed of course, having just turned 35 I was just discovering my sexual appetite; and he dropped the bomb. I had thought long and hard over the past six years about having an affair. I had had plenty of opportunities and desires; vacations with the other teachers, overnight stays for teaching conferences, online chat rooms. But I just couldn’t bring myself to make that last step, to cross that final line. I was coming to terms with living the rest of my life in a celibate state.

Well at least celibate with everyone but myself, in my private time I had a growing need for hardcore porn and masturbation. I’m pretty sure I slap the clown more than most of the boys in my fifth period advanced biology class. Once in my morning shower, again when I get home from work, and sometimes one more time in bed as my husband snores through the night. That’s the one I find most exciting, I lie in bed and wait for his heavy breathing to begin and I turn the television down as low as it can go. Then I power up the DVD player and watch some hung stud plow some bimbo, watching as her tits sway with every deep thrust.

My favorite kind of porn is threesomes. I love seeing some slut getting dicked at both ends, those studs throwing her around like a rag doll, or some girl getting pounded from behind as she buries her face in another tasty looking quim. I slowly finger myself, teasing my clit with gentle circles. As I start to reach my peak I plunge a few fingers as deep as I can shove them into my pussy. Sometimes when my husband is working late, I go into my closet for my toy box, a little overnight bag filled with all my favorite vibrators and dildos. The most exciting time was a time when I was almost caught by my husband in the act of self-pleasure. That was early on when I didn’t want him to catch me, I had a vibrating butt plug shoved in my ass, and I monstrously large vibrating cock filling my pussy.

I was strumming one nipple and shoving the dildo in and out of my dripping cunning. I never heard him drive up, because the TV was turned up too loud. I barely escaped into the bathroom as he crossed into the bedroom. I came as he knocked on the door asking me if I was all right. I had to bite back my scream as I weakly answered him, feigning illness. But I digress; thinking about masturbating, coming and Josh was doing nothing for me, as well as, nothing to relieve the undying heat of the day. And of course Josh was right, being August it was incredibly hot. And unfortunately my classroom sat on the south side of the building, which meant I had the sun blazing into my room all day long. I especially hated the afternoons; sometimes the sun would shine so brightly you couldn’t see out the window from the inside. I had tried shades and curtains but they impeded the slight breeze the gently tekirdağ escort crept in through my open windows.

During this time of year I usually wore the lightest of dresses, but because of the size of my breasts I always had to wear a bra. I didn’t think I was that bad looking of a woman for being 41 and having a couple of kids. I considered myself a healthy girl, at 5’3″ I was a pleasant 150lbs., and most of that was in my overly full 38D bust line that I could probably fit a DD but I liked the effect of the smaller cup size. I wasn’t a skinny little waif, but I wasn’t a sloppy fat broad either. I know I’m attractive, because men constantly flirt with me. But again, that was neither here nor there, because I knew I wasn’t desperate enough to cross that line. As I finished writing my instructions on the board before school started Mr. Johnson, one of the assistant principals, stepped into my room.

“Mrs. Carter,” he began, “I just got word from the head office that we’re going to have a student teacher join us for the semester. I was wondering if you’d allow the young lady to watch you teach and maybe later in the semester teach a few lessons.”

“Sure Tim,” I replied, knowing that I wouldn’t be teaching by Thanksgiving, “I’d be delighted to help out our future.”

I was as nice to Tim as I could be; I knew he was nothing but a lap dog and a pervert. Four years ago he asked me and two other teachers to accompany him to a convention at the capitol. It was an overnight and I was excited to be away from my husband. Anyway Tim got really drunk and ended up pawing me in the elevator on the way up to our separate rooms. I left him in the elevator, on his knees with a red welt on his face and a hard shot to the crotch. He almost apologized, but then the tried to blame the whole situation on me, I jumped up in his face and threaten to take his job. Ever since that confrontation Tim has been almost subservient to me, and I get a thrill from it.

“Her name is Sara Gladstone,” Tim continued, “She’s a double major, Education and Biology. She’ll be with us for the rest of the year, of course you’ll be compensated for your extra effort.”

“Of course,” I replied smugly knowing he was trying to kiss my ass, “does she have her own schedule or is it up to me?”

“I think,” he anxiously continued, “she has her own schedule, but check with her when she gets here Monday morning.”

The weekend was a bit exciting; I drove 30 miles to a new adult movie house that had just opened up the week before. I dressed in my porn shopping outfit, a short loose skirt, light colored button shirt, sex dark bra, no panties and dark sunglasses. I tied my hair back with a matching hanky so you couldn’t tell its color. I had to use my car vibrator on the way home I was so wet and horny. I bought 2 new DVD’s and another silver bullet, I go through a silver bullet a month I use it so much. The movie house was interesting, they had peep booths, a fantasy I’ve always wanted to explore, but today wasn’t the day. Other than that little bit of excitement my weekend was fairly normal. I was looking forward to Monday and I was a bit excited forumagic.com about the prospect of having a student teacher. I’ve had student teachers in the past and always enjoyed watching them bloom as independent teachers, little did I know this one was going to turn my world upside down.

I arrived a little early Monday morning and stopped by the office to see if my student teacher had arrived. Tim informed me I wouldn’t see her until at least 3rd period, my planning period, because of all the paperwork and orientation she would need to complete before being turned loose in the school. A bit disappointed I continued to my class and readied myself for the day. Shortly after third period began, I was at my desk grading papers when there was a knock at my door. “Come in,” I yelled. The door opened and time seemed to stand still. In walked one of the most beautiful creatures I’d ever laid eyes on. She was about 5’5″ with long dark hair, deep dark eyes, and pouty little mouth. She had a gorgeous hourglass shape, full breasts and hips; she was dressed in a very classic look, mid-calf skirt, button shirt and a dark pair of flats. I almost started drooling as she walked towards my desk, I watched as her hair and boobs swayed opposite of her hips.

“Mrs. Carter,” she said breaking my trance.

“Yes…Sara is it,” I asked as I stood up from my desk.

“Yes, I’m Sara,” she responded, extending her hand.

I gladly shook her hand, feeling her softness, her strength. As I shook her hand I wondered when the last time she touched herself, and then I had a self-realization; my panties were damp. I was horrified with myself, not because I was so quickly attracted to this sweet young thing, but because I was 20 years her senior. I had difficulty concentrating as we talked about schedules, and semester goals, as well as her role in the classroom and the transition from observer to teacher. I did my best not to let my voice quiver too much as I explained several key issues she would have to accomplish in order to teach an actual class. The longer I talked, and stared at this goddess of a woman, the wetter my cotton panties became, I finally had to excuse myself and I literally ran to the teachers lounge bathroom. I locked the door behind me and splashed a little water onto my face.

I was trying to understand what was going on, as I looked in the mirror I could see my nipples were obviously erect; I hiked up my skirt and lowered my panties to pee. As I sat on the toilet I looked down at my panties, there was a visible wet spot. I tried but couldn’t pee, I grabbed a little toilet paper to wipe myself, and as I pulled it across I brushed my painfully erect clitoris. A jolt of pleasure shot through my body like I had never felt before. I wiped again, and a second jolt of erotic pleasure rocked my body. I dropped the paper in the toilet and gently brushed my clit with my bare fingers. The first thing I noticed was how wet I was, I could feel the wetness on my fingers, I couldn’t remember another time when my pussy was so wet. I gently brushed my clit a second time and pushed myself over the top. I had to grab onto the handicap railing so I didn’t fall off the toilet. The immense jolt of pleasure the racked my body seemed to tighten up every muscle in my body for a brief second and release them all in a flood of warmth and satisfaction. I took a brief moment collecting myself, as the bell rang signaling the end of third period. I pulled up my panties and straighten my skirt. I flushed the toilet and splashed cold water on my face again. I had a hard time looking at myself in the mirror because of the shame I felt for cumming at work, let alone a high school.

When I returned to my class I found Sara surround by a group of senior boys and chaos all about the room. I asked Sara to sit in the back of the class and just observe for the rest of the day. I had trouble concentrating on my lesson plan, and teaching the rest of my classes. I had a very clear view of Sara’s legs and was mesmerized every time she shifted in her seat, crossed and re-crossed her legs. I was more than relieved when the final bell rang; I was utterly exhausted from being so turned all day. Sara very cheerfully told me she was looking forward to the rest of the semester. We said our good-byes and I drug myself home.

Once home I ran myself a hot bath. I stripped off my day’s clothes and felt my panties, they were still plenty damp. I slipped myself in the tub and nodded off to sleep. I dreamt a fantastic of Sara. We were in my classroom and she was talking to me. I tried to hear what she was saying and couldn’t. As she walked towards me she began unbuttoning her blouse, exposing her full bra clad titties. As she dropped her shirt, she fondled the pink lace bra, caressing the fullness. Then she seemed to be floating as she unzipped her skirt, and dropped it into oblivion. She turned in mid air flashing the slight curve of each butt cheek exposed below her pink lacy boy shorts. I watched with anticipation as she unhooked the three hooks of her bra and let it fall into nothingness. She floated closer, turning towards me, our faces just inches away; she cradled her breast in each hand lifting them towards me. Her face inched closer to mine, our lips so close I could feel her breathe on my face. I heard her whisper ever so softly, “Love me.” I reached out to kiss her, lips puckered, hands quivering, when the phone rang, waking me from my fantasy. With great disdain I reached for my cordless phone.

“Hello,” I angrily shot.

“Honey,” my husband answered with a slur, “get that ass of yours down here and come pick me up, I’m too drunk to drive.”

“Take a fucking cab,” I yelled into the phone, “I don’t know where here is and I’m in the tub.”

“Honey,” he slurred again, “why don’t you put on something hot and come on down here for a couple of drinks. We’ll have some fun tonight.”

“Fine,” I answered, knowing he wouldn’t let up until I came and got him, “tell me where you’re at and I’ll come get you. I’m not drinking tonight I’ve got work tomorrow.”

“Oh, yeah,” he continued to slur, “I’m at Tony’s, come get me when you get ready, I’ll be in the bar.”

“Yeah, sure,” I snarled as I hung up. I tried to get back to my dream but just couldn’t find it again. I got out of the tub and dressed to get my drunken husband, knowing good and well he would try to mount me in his ignorant drunk state. Maybe I’d let him, even drunk he was never a bad lay.

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I’m in the kitchen, making breakfast when my lover comes in. I’m wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. He’s wearing boxers and a t-shirt. He embraces me, slides a hand under my shirt, runs his fingers over my flesh. We kiss.

He gets a cup of coffee and I return to making breakfast. I wanted something nice without being extravagant. I’m making Eggs Benedict with a fruit salad. My sweatpants keep sliding down and I pick at them to pull them up. I’m not wearing underpants and they slide down easily.

My lover comes in back of me and slides a hand into my sweatpants, down, cupping my cock and balls. He nuzzles my neck and I turn my face to him and we kiss. I know what he wants. I can feel it. He presses his hardening cock against my ass, now bare as he has slid my sweatpants down. He wants what he had last night. He wants what he had this morning. He wants my ass. He wants to fuck my ass.

The images of last night fill me. We were at a club and dancing. He embraced me. I spread my legs for him. He held my ass with his hands and my arms were around his neck. I could feel his hard cock against mine. We had fucked before, once, and he had never stayed over. Tonight he was going to stay over, or at least that was my plan.

I leaned into him. “Can you stay over tonight?” The other times, one of us always had something going on the next day. We were at his place and I blew him but I had to go. He was at my place and I blew him, but then he had to go. And then last Saturday afternoon, we were at my place and he fucked me, but then got called yalova escort in to work in the evening. I was hoping that he didn’t have plans for tomorrow morning.

“You want me to spend the night?”

“Yes, I’d like that.”

“I’d like that too.”

He was looking in my eyes. We kissed and left the club. At my place, he made love to me. I kissed him as we came in the door. He pushed me up against the wall and I loved the hardness of his body holding me there. We stumbled over to the sofa and shed our clothes. I knelt on the floor in front of him, took his cock in my mouth and sucked him hard, then sucked him to cum. I took my time and he finally took my head in his hands and held it in place and thrust deep in my mouth slowly to bring himself to orgasm.

He pulled me up onto the sofa and we cuddled under a wrap. After a while, he took me by the hand into my bedroom. We made out for a while, rolling around on the bed. I wanted him to fuck me and he told me to get on all fours. I did, presenting my ass to him. He lubed me up and then slowly took my ass. I felt the pressure of his 7 inch cut cock against my ass, wanting him to slide in. But he was patient and when I yielded to him, was rewarded with the slow burn of him easing into me.

He fucked me slowly for a while and he was hitting my prostate good. But then he rolled me onto my back and lifted my legs up. He started to bang into my ass good and when he was getting ready to cum, I didn’t notice because I was high on my own pleasure. I came, squirting onto zonguldak escort my chest. It was only then that I realized that he had also cum, because of the hot wetness in my ass.

We laughed and kissed for a while and then took a shower. He soaped me up and rinsed me off, went down on me in the shower. I loved it, but I couldn’t cum again and pulled him to his feet.

We cuddled in bed and drifted off to sleep, him spooning me. I awoke to him rolling me onto my tummy and pressing me into the bed with his weight. I could feel his hardness against my ass. I spread my legs, folded and pushed the pillow under my tummy to raise my ass up and he entered me.

I loved the feel of his weight, his hands on my wrists, holding me down, my only form of movement was to press my ass back to meet his thrusts. I could tell that he was getting close to cumming and I decided to change it up. I had him roll onto his back and I straddled him. I lowered myself onto him, his cock sliding into my ass with one long slow push. He loved that.

I rode him for my pleasure, but it turned out to be also for his. His hands supported me and gave me clues about what he wanted. His cock was hitting my prostate just right and I was feeling high as a kite. We were moving as one person, eight limbs, two trunks, one cock and one ass, feeling pleasure. I started squeezing my ass in time to the strokes and he started to gasp for breath from the pleasure. I was close to cumming when he held my hips firmly and started to driver himself upward into zonguldak escort me with authority. I rode with it and came on his chest as he came in my ass.

I collapsed against him and we laughed and kissed and cuddled. After a quick shower to wash off the cum and lube, I went to make breakfast.

And here he was, again after my ass. I could tell that I still had lube in me from earlier, so I put a little canola in my hand and lubed his cock. He got some more on his finger and lubed my pucker, sliding a finger in.

He had me face the sink and spread my legs. He was against my ass and in. His cock slid in and he had my ass. I held onto the edge of the sink and he held my hips with his hands. His driving motions into me were kinetic and frantic, like his fucking me was the most important thing for him to do right now.

He fucked me without care or remorse, consumed by some kind of animal need or desire. My cock was inflated, but I couldn’t cum again; it bobbed helplessly up and down. I could only serve as a receptacle for his lust. His strokes shortened, he was getting close. I wanted to cum with him, to join him in this animal rage, but I couldn’t. He came with hard, violent thrusts, his desire completely owning my ass.

He held me tightly, fiercely, wearing only our shirts which were drenched with sweat.

“Oh. My. God.” is what he said. “I have wanted to do that for a while. And then I saw the crack of your buns over the top of your sweat pants, I just had to have you. Again.”

“Was that all it took, the crack of my ass?”

“This time.”

“I’ll bear that in mind.” I slid my sweatpants back on and they rested low on my hips. “Like this?” I teased.

He was on me, his hands grabbing my ass. “I’ll deal with your ass, later.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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Chapter 8: An Unexpected Revelation

It took several days for me to recover from my vigorous session with Stacy. My recovery soon turned into a total lack of female companionship. I was left to occupy my time with my teaching. Preparation and the actual teaching of the classes assigned to me took up a large portion of my time in the daytime, but leaving my nights mostly free. I wanted a return performance from any of the fair ladies that I worked with but to no avail.

During my extended period of being alone, I started feeling like there was something I was missing. There was an inner sense that I should be searching for something. This feeling had been with me ever since I arrived in Thailand. In my times alone, it seemed to grow stronger. I did my best to ignore the sensation, but it continued to nag at me in the back of my mind. Sooner or later, I knew something had to be done about the feeling.

Two weeks after my liaison with Stacy, an older man, who would have been about the same age as my father if he were still alive, appeared at the school. The mysterious stranger would not reveal the purpose of his visit to any of the secretaries. He insisted on speaking only to me. The stranger waited for me until I had finished for the evening and then invited me out to dinner.

“You’re the spitting image of your father when he was your age,” said the stranger after we sat down and ordered our meal at a nearby restaurant.

“No offense, but you haven’t even introduced yourself and your already talking about my father,” I returned slightly annoyed.

“My name is Colonel Jeff Baker. I served with your father while he was stationed in Vietnam.”

“Lots of guys served with my father.”

“That’s true, but how many of them have his dog tags?” said the colonel as he showed me my father’s ID.

“You’ve definitely van escort got my attention now.”

“There was something that your father wanted you to know, but wasn’t allowed to tell you by your mother.”

“Look, if you’re going to tell me that my father did drugs while he was over here, save your breath. I could have figured that out by myself.”

“As a matter of fact, your father did experiment with drugs while he was over here. That’s not what I came here to tell you,” returned the colonel as our food arrived.

“Please don’t tell me he was involved in some sort of atrocity. The man is dead. There’s no need to further soil his reputation.”

“I will say this about you Jason, you have the same fire your father had. He was my best friend while we were stationed over here. I would do nothing to tarnish his memory.”

“Now I’m confused about why you’re actually here.”

“I don’t quite know how to tell you this discretely, so I’ll just come out and say it. Your father had an affair with a Thai woman while he was stationed here. The result of that affair was the birth of a baby girl.”

“What you’re telling me is that I have a half-sister that has been kept hidden from me?”

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you.”

“Pardon me if I’m not a bit skeptical about this whole thing.”

“I would totally understand if you didn’t believe me. My suggestion is to go and have a talk with your mother. She’s the one that will be able to verify my story.”

“I thought you said that she didn’t want me knowing about my supposed half-sister.”

“I believe she will come clean if you ask her about it.”

Thinking back over things, I did recall my mother being against me going to Thailand. Her excuses seemed valid at the time for not wanting me to go, but were they just to cover up something she didn’t yalova escort want me finding out for myself? I began to wonder if what the colonel was telling me was actually the truth.

“Let’s say for argument’s sake that I believe you. Where can I find my half-sister?”

“She runs an excursion business for tourists north of Chang Mai.”

“I don’t even know her name.”

“Her Thai name is Surikorn. Your father always called her Sally.”

“Have you actually met her?”

“Yes, I have. Your father left me in charge of a fairly large sum of money that was intended for her care and education. I made sure that money was properly used by Sally’s mother.”

“How do I know that this isn’t some sort of sinister scheme to somehow get me into trouble or cause a rift between my mother and I?”

“A rift between your mother and yourself may be unavoidable once you verify the truth for yourself.”

“Do you have an address for my half-sister?”

“I have a business card in both English and Thai that tells you where to find her.”

“Does she know about me?”

“I have told her some about you. I didn’t know much myself so I really couldn’t tell her very much.”

How do you think she’d react to me coming to see her?”

“Not having spent an extended period with your half-sister, I have a difficult time reading her emotions.”

“I need to know for myself if she wants to see me or not.”

“I’ve given more than enough to digest this evening Jason. You know where to find me once you’re ready to move forward,” said the colonel as he stood to leave. He paid for the meal and left almost as suddenly as he had come.

My emotions were tied up in knots. Why hadn’t either my father or mother told me of Sally’s existence? I was no longer a child and I deserved the right to know about a sibling giresun escort that had been previously unknown to me. I suspected that my father had promised my mother that he would never tell me about my half-sister. My father was a man of his word, but had made a backup plan so I would eventually learn the truth. I needed to hear my mother’s side of the story.

The phone rang several times before my mother answered. She seemed genuinely surprized to hear from me. We had not left on very good terms when I told her I was going to Thailand. I now realized the basis of those objections.

“Mom, I’ve just met a Colonel Baker and he’s told me about a half-sister here in Thailand that I never knew about before.”

“Jason, please try to understand, I was just trying to protect you,” replied my mother after an extended silence.

“Mom I’m an adult now, when did you think I would be ready for you to tell me about Sally?”

“That’s what your father called her? Your father cheated on me with another woman and now you’re calling my judgment into question?”

“I’m just saying I had the right to know.”

“I wasn’t about to have some little slut come here looking to wreck the life I had worked so hard to build.”

“That’s just an excuse mom. Sally’s mother never asked for a dime from either you or dad.”

“I stand by my decision not to tell you. I believe I did the right thing and I would do the exact same thing if it were to happen again.”

“Since you’ve already confirmed what Colonel Baker told me, I don’t think we have anything further to discuss. You kept the truth hidden from me and aren’t the least bit sorry that you did it.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way Jason, but maybe you’re right. Take care of yourself,” said my mother as she ended the phone conversation.

I now knew one thing for certain. I had been drawn to Thailand for a reason. I had now discovered that reason. It was now my duty to try and right a wrong that had been committed against my newly discovered half-sister and myself. I owed it to my father to try and set things straight.

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Once again Nathan found himself lying awake beside Kevin, who was sound asleep. All that was running through Nathan’s mind was having Kevin’s cock thrust into his ass.

Unable to sleep, Nathan sat up and turned on his laptop to watch some porn. He logged into Ryan and Jacks porn channel and watched the videos. Each one made his cock fill the cage more each time.

After an hour of watching he finally fell asleep. A few hours later his alarm went off as it was time for him and Jeff to do the shopping.

Nathan got showered, dressed then looked around the house for Jeff, but he wasn’t around. He was about to call his phone when Kevin called down the stairs.

“Are you looking for Jeff?” he said.

“Yeah, we are supposed to go food shopping,” said Nathan.

“Not today you’re not. I convinced Jeff to go by himself today so that we could have the house to ourselves,” said Kevin.

Nathan was excited and ran up the stairs. “Yes, finally, are you ready?” he asked diving into the bed.

“Yeah, I sure am,” said Kevin as he opened his bag and looked inside.

“What have you got there?” asked Nathan.

“It’s a strap-on. Jack lent it to me from his basement the other day,” said Kevin.

Nathan was confused why they would need a strap-on.

Kevin reached over and started to undress Nathan. It didn’t take long before both of them were naked and playing with each other’s bodies.

“Okay put your legs into this” explained Kevin, as he put the strap-on on Nathans’ waist. “I was telling Jack how it’s frustrating for me not being able to have you penetrate me. See I also enjoy a good fuck in the ass. Then Jack had the perfect solution. I don’t need the belt to be removed to enjoy sex with you. You put this on and can thrust into me like it was your real cock.”

Nathan looked down and could see the firm dildo attached to his waist, almost like it was his erect cock. But the metal case surrounding his penis reminded him he would feel no pleasure from this.

Kevin lay back on the bed, naked and starting to get erect. Nathan got on top of him, and they kissed for a few minutes.

Kevin then guided Nathans head down and over his torso and down to his cock and balls. Nathan opened his mouth and started to suck Kevin’s cock.

“No, lick over my balls. You have to earn your way to my cock,” he said.

“Kevin, I haven’t seen this side of you,” said Nathan.

“Do you like it?” said Kevin.

“Yeah, I suppose,” he replied.

Nathan did as he was told and licked over Kevin’s ball sack, moving between each testicle.

Kevin kept pushing Nathans head down. “Now you need to lube my ass up so I can take this dildo,” he said. “Use your tongue on my ass.”

Nathan moved his tongue down to the entrance of Kevin’s ass and started to lick with his wet tongue. Kevin let out a moan, and his cock began to grow.

Kevin’s ass felt tight as Nathan tried to stick the tip of his tongue into his ass. He built up some more spit and tried again to fit his tongue inside. As Nathan played around, Kevin began to relax and was soon ready for some penetration.

Kevin reached for some lube from Nathans bedside drawers. Nathan stopped licking to watch what he was doing.

“Did I say you could stop” scolded Kevin, reaching his hands over to push Nathans head back in place.

Nathan trabzon escort continued to lick Kevin’s ass, and then stuck his tongue almost entirely inside.

Kevin squirted some lube onto his hands, then massaged it into the strapon, poking out from Nathan’s waist. As he rubbed the lube in, Nathan looked down and imagined it was his real cock.

“Okay I’m ready for you,” said Kevin “come up and push it into me, like it’s your real cock.”

Nathan held onto the strapon and slowly entered Kevin’s ass. Nathan felt strange, as in his mind he was using his cock, but of course, as it was only the strapon, he could feel nothing.

Nathan started to thrust slowly, making Kevin moan in pleasure. The cock moved in and out of Kevin’s ass, each thrust pushing in deeper. He went faster and imagined what it would feel like using his real penis inside.

After a few seconds of hard thrusting, he heard a text message from his phone. Kevin reached over and read it out, while Nathan continued penetrating him.

“You have been warned about shaking your belt boy! Last chance” said Kevin reading out the message. Nathan was deliberately vibrating the device while thrusting into Kevin, hoping to get some satisfaction from his cock.

“Can you tell them Kevin?” asked Nathan.

“No, this is for my enjoyment, not yours. Keep thrusting, but be careful not to shake the belt” said Kevin.

Nathan continued to thrust, keeping the same speed but moving his whole body to avoid the belt shaking. Inside the cage, his cock was bulging in the tube. Unable to get any relief he screamed out in frustration.

“Keep going Nathan, keep thrusting, don’t stop” shouted Kevin.

Kevin then squirted some lube onto his already erect penis. “Stroke it” he commanded.

Nathan obeyed and started to rub the lube over Kevin’s cock. Each rub only made them both hornier. Nathan, still rubbing Kevin and penetrating his ass, began to shake the device again. He knew he was doing it, but he couldn’t stop. He needed to feel something.

He heard another text message, but he ignored it, continuing to thrust. However, it was no use. Even vigorously shaking the device he could feel only the slightest of vibration.

After a few more minutes Kevin started to move his ass up and down. He was ready to cum. Nathan stroked his cock, faster and harder until Kevin shot his load all over his chest. He moaned in pleasure while Nathan proceeded to thrust a few more times.

Kevin pushed Nathan out of his ass and said “Now, clean his up” pointing to the cum on his chest.

Nathan instantly dropped his tongue to Kevin’s torso and licked up every drop of his cum. He then moved his tongue down to Kevin’s cock, licking off the remaining cum oozing out of his head.

Nathan then reached for some tissues to wipe the lube off, and finish cleaning him up.

“What are you doing? That’s a waste of tissues, just use your tongue. Keep cleaning.” said Kevin, who was enjoying watching Nathan lap up the cum like a dog. The lube was eatable anyway, so there was no excuse for him not to lick everything up.

Nathan licked every inch of Kevin’s flaccid cock and balls, leaving no drop of cum. Kevin then looked at Nathan and aimed his head back down to his ass.

Nathan proceeded, licking off all the lube that was coming uşak escort out of Kevin’s hole and over his ass cheeks until there was nothing left.

Nathan looked over at his phone which had one unread message from earlier. He opened it, and it was from Ryan. It said only:

“Tonight, 19:00, don’t be late”.

Nathan knew he was in trouble from before. He should have listened to the first message.

Kevin left the bedroom to have a shower, while Nathan removed the strapon and cleaned up the room. He then had a shower after Kevin, and they both got dressed while Kevin teased Nathan about getting in trouble.

Nathan spent the rest of the day, frustrated and excited for the night, while Kevin was satisfied and enjoying resting.

Eventually, the evening came, and it was time for them to leave to see Ryan and Jack.

During the drive Nathan was quite nervous, wondering if they would want to stop playing with him. Kevin found the whole thing rather amusing.

When they arrived, Jack answered the door and let them both into the house. Nathan instantly removed his clothes.

“Ryan’s waiting down in the basement,” said Jack while directing them to follow him.

They walked through the kitchen, then down the basement stairs where Ryan was sat on the end of the bed looking at his phone.

“Nathan, you keep disappointing us. You agreed to our terms, but yet continued to break them, despite us giving you a warning text” said Ryan.

“I’m sorry, it’s just Kevin and me…” said Nathan before Jack held up his hand to cut him off. Nathan looked at Kevin for support, but he just shook his head and shrugged at Ryan, with a smirk on his face.

“Well since you wanted to be with Kevin so much, today’s your lucky day,” said Ryan as he reached for the laptop that controlled Nathans chastity belt.

Ryan typed a few commands into the laptop then the belt made a clicking sound.

“Kevin, may I ask you to remove the belt from Nathan please?” asked Ryan.

Kevin smiled with excitement, reached out to remove the belt and replied: “hell yeah”. He pulled the belt off and removed the tubing that secured Nathans penis.

Now Nathan was standing completely naked in front of the three guys, confused as to what was happening.

“You’re free to go. Have as much fun with Kevin as you want,” said Ryan.

“Well, no actually. I’ve grown quite fond of this arrangement. If you guys are out, then I’m out too.” said Kevin.

“So you are all done with me? Just like that” said Nathan, with tear beginning to form in his eyes.

“Yup, you can go,” said Jack, “Kevin, would you like to stay?”

“Yeah, what do you have in mind?” said Kevin.

Nathan began to shake. He couldn’t believe how he had let down everyone. He stood there finally free from his chastity device, but yet was more flaccid than he had been in weeks.

Nathan dropped to his knees. “Please Ryan, Jack. I’m sorry I let you down. It was just one mistake.” He moved towards Ryans feet to kiss them, begging for forgiveness but Ryan just pushed his head back.

“Pathetic,” said Ryan looking over at Kevin, who nodded in agreement.

“Well, we could give him one more chance,” said Jack, “remember the attachment? Maybe we do need it after all.”

“Yes, yes, please just one more chance Ryan” begged Nathan.

“Oh van escort yeah? I suppose we could let you back for the right punishment” said Ryan.

Kevin was intrigued, wondering what punishment they would force Nathan to do.

“Anything, I’ll do anything,” said Nathan.

“Fine, stay here while we talk in private,” said Ryan, walking up the basement stairs with Jack and Kevin.

Once out of hearing range, the three guys discussed what they were going to do with Nathan.

After fifteen long minutes, Kevin came back down to the basement and went over to Nathan.

“What did they say?” asked Nathan.

“You have a choice to make,” said Kevin “You can go home now, and never see Jack and Ryan again. Or you can stay here for one week, inside the locked cell. We have a few tasks you must complete. If you succeed, you will be allowed to stay under the same conditions. Of course, the chastity belt will go back on.”

“Yes, tell them, yes I agree,” said Nathan, happy things would go back to how they used to be.

“There’s one more thing. Jack will be adding some new features to the belt. Things are going to get a bit tougher.” said Kevin, grinning, clearly loving the whole predicament.

“Great, here’s your phone. You are to call your boss and tell him you’re taking a week off work,” said Kevin handing Nathan his phone.

He instantly sent his boss a message asking for time off work. Within a few minutes, his boss replied with: “Yes, that is okay. Enjoy the holiday.”

As soon as the replied was received, Kevin called Jack and Ryan down and explained that Nathan had agreed to the punishment and got time off work already.

Jack and Ryan were pleased, and both said: “Let’s begin then.”

“This will be a fun week for us. But not for you,” said Ryan with an evil grin.

“Should I put the chastity belt back on?” asked Nathan.

“No. First, you need to learn to control yourself,” said Jack reaching into one of the cabinets. “This is an electrical stimulation ring. It will be locked around your scrotum for the foreseeable future. It has a blood pressure detector built into it. Anytime the blood flow increases to your cock by more than seventy percent you will be administered with a painful electric shock. But over the next few days, this number will decrease to five percent. By the end of the week, you will be able to prevent most of your erections when we say so.”

Nathan looked at the metal ring with a look of fear. But he didn’t dare say anything except for “Okay then.”

Jack reached down and slid Nathans flaccid cock and balls through the ring. He inserted a key and turned it several times. Each turn Nathan could feel the ring getting smaller and smaller until it gripped behind his cock and balls firmly.

Nathan started to get erect from Jacks touching.

“Oh great, looks like we’ll see it in action soon,” said Ryan, pointing to Nathans growing penis.

“Ouch, ouch” screamed Nathan, as his cock instantly became flaccid. His hands reached for the ring, to try and grab it off. But it was too tight to remove.

“Good looks like this is in working order,” said Jack. “Let’s get you to your new home.”

Jack led Nathan back to the room he had spent a night before. “You will stay here for the next day. You need to learn to control those urges. Keep your mind clean from anything sexual, and you should be fine.” he teased.

Nathan nodded in agreement, then sat on the bed. He saw the door close, then heard it lock from the outside. He knew this wasn’t going to be an easy week at all.

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It was late at night. I walked down the corridors, keeping an eye on all the prisoners. I heard a voice bellow from behind me.

“Hey, Tim…” I turned to face him. Like me, he was dressed in a cop’s uniform. “…Don’t forget that you’ll have to work late tonight.”

“Yeah, I know. Just another night of fucking off and doing nothing, right?” I asked in a humorous tone.

“You got that right! Have fun, and don’t let any of these losers give you any problems.” He walked off and let me finish my rounds for the day. The night came and instead of clocking out, I returned to my guard post for a double shift. Most of the night was spent staring at security monitors and doing some paperwork. Suddenly, I heard a couple voices from nearby.

“Hey, honky…how about you come over here and show us how strong you are?”

“Strong?! Looks can be deceiving, my nigga. I bet you this boy’s weaker than a child.”

I did my best to ignore them both. The two black men hanged their arms against the bars of their cell. I wasn’t afraid of these criminals. These kids were younger than me and smaller than me. Not to brag, but my muscled body could beat these two senseless. They continued talking to each other about me.

“I bet this loser couldn’t even beat us in a fight.”

“Of course not! He’s just a weak little white bitch!”

Finally hearing enough, I rose from my seat and walked over to their cell.

“You boys are in for a world of pain. I’ll be damned if I let a couple of stupid niggers talk shit about me.” I puffed out my chest as I made my way over to them. As I stood directly outside their cell, one of them shoved me back. As I fell down to the ground, he reached through the bars and grabbed my keys. I struggled to get back up before they unlocked their cell, but it was too late. With their cell unlocked, they grabbed me by the hair and dragged me inside.

One boy grabbed my nightstick and started hitting me with it, as the other boy started kicking me. Defenseless, I curled up on the floor and marveled at the furiosity of these boys. Even though they weren’t even out of college yet, they hit and kicked harder than anyone I had ever felt. Feeling like I was about to pass out, I begged them to stop. “Please…I can’t take anymore.” The two boys ceased hitting me and stood over me with smiles on their faces.

“You hear that, brotha? This poor little white bitch can’t take much of a beating.” The one boy looked to the other one.

“Yeah. I guess he’s not so tough now, huh?” The two boys pulled back their arms, as if winding up more hits. I cringed in the fetal position and begged them to stop.

“PLEASE, I’ll do anything. Just don’t beat me again!” The two boys let their arms fall down against their sides. They looked at each other with clever grins.

“You hear that? This white loser will do ANYTHING to get us to stop.” He said, chuckling a bit. The other boy leaned down and grabbed me by the throat. With an incredible amount of strength, he lifted me up completely off the floor. As my feet dangled above the floor, he stared right into my eyes.

“You’re gonna do exactly as we say, got it?” I seemed to be paralyzed by fear; no words would come out of my mouth. How was this young college student strong enough to lift me, a fully grown muscular man, completely off the ground? Something about these boys made me feel weak and inferior. “Listen, honky…you either give us what we want, or we’ll kill you right here and now.” While still trembling with his hand around my neck, I nodded my head.

“Yes…I’ll do anything you want.” The boy threw me down to the ground. I lay there, hoping this nightmare would end.

“On your knees, bitch!” I instantly rose to my knees. The two boys stood in front of me, rubbing at their crotches. I couldn’t help but notice the massive bulges protruding from their orange prison jumpsuits. I could clearly see the outline of their massive cocks behind the thin fabric. They looked like strange third legs that reached down to their kneecaps. “Do you wanna see these big fat nigga dicks?” The boy said in a seductive tone. As they rubbed at their incredibly long bulges, I couldn’t help but wonder what they looked like. I never cared for black guys; they’re rude, violent, and never respect the law. But no matter how much I hated them…my brain couldn’t stop thinking about how massive those dicks looked. I must have waited too long to answer, because the other boy wacked me with my nightstick.

“Go on, honky. Tell us how much you wanna see these monsta’ cocks.” Without being able to move my eyes from their bulges, I timidly spoke.

“I…I wanna see how big those things are.” My curiosity amused them as they started to unzip their jumpsuits. Starting sinop escort from the neck, they both slowly pulled the zipper down. Their chests were incredibly muscular for how young and thin they were. Both boys seemed to have 8-pack abs, and huge protruding peck muscles. My eyes moved down from their massively ripped bodies to watch the zipper arrive at the top of their bulges. They both stopped for a second and looked at each other, letting their zippers sit above their bulges.

“How about we let this loser prove how much of a faggot he is. I want him to pull out our nigga dicks himself!” One boy said to the other.

“That’s a good idea, my nigga. I can already see how badly he wants to see them.” The two boys put their hands at their waists and stood with stoic poses. I stared forward, thinking about the small tuffs of black pubic hair that were protruding from behind the zippers. Half of my brain thought that there was no way those bulges were real dicks, and the other half needed proof badly. I leaned forward and shoved my hands into the pushed out openings above the zippers. I reached down into their bulges and was instantly met with a hot, pulsating piece of meat. My heart started beating rapidly as I rubbed my hands around the base of these massive cocks. These dicks were so thick that I couldn’t even get my fingers around them. I looked up at the two boys.

“Holy shit! These things must be as thick as my wrist!” The two guys started laughing to each other.

“No shit, idiot. All niggas have big dicks, you uneducated honky.” I ran my hands down their shafts, feeling every bump and vein. To my amazement, their shafts just kept going. By the time I had finally reached the bulbous heads of their cocks, my arms were in their jumpsuits up to my shoulder! Not being able to see these massive beasts was driving me crazy. Rubbing my hands all over those shafts filled my head with millions of images of what I thought these cocks looked like. I needed to see what they looked like. I rushed my hands back up to the base of their cocks, just below the zipper. I squeezed tightly against the base and yanked them upward. In one strong pull, both their cocks flung out from their jumpsuits and then plopped back down against their legs.

“Holy FUCK! Those things are as long as my fucking arm!” I stared in awe as the two massive black poles wobbled from side to side. Even while completely soft and flaccid, they still outsized every cock I had ever seen in porn – both in length and girth! I reached down and grabbed the heads of their cocks, which reached slightly above their knees. The huge pink cockheads were thick enough that I couldn’t even get my palm around them. I couldn’t help but drop my mouth in awe when I realized that the tip of their cocks were wider than my fist.

“Since you’ve already got that nice white mouth open…hold still and see how much you can take in that faggot mouth.” I finally snapped back into my senses and realized what was going on. Somehow these two college kids convinced me to rub their huge cocks. As hard as it was to stop looking at the monstrous meat sticks dangling between their legs, I knew I had to stop this.

“Please…I’m not gay! We can’t do this. This isn’t right!” I started begging and pleading, hoping the boys would have mercy on me. Once again, the boys just laughed towards each other.

“Can you believe this honky?” He said, looking over at his friend. The other boy leans down so that his eyes meet mine.

“Not gay, huh? You were just jerking off two nigga dicks! Besides…ALL white losers are gay for niggas, whether they realize it or not.” He spit a wad of saliva right onto my face. As much as I expected to be disgusted, I felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through me instead. “Maybe it’s being in the presence of a REAL man that finally throws white boys over the edge.” I couldn’t stand it anymore. Staring at their monster cocks, listening to his booming low voice, and being spit on were driving me insane. I started squirming on my knees, wanting more than anything to get back over there and put those cocks back in my hands. The other boy walked over and looked at his friend.

“I think we should just give this faggot what he wants. How about we see who he likes more.” The two boys grinned at each other and squeezed the shafts of their own cocks. They flung their still limp shafts up and over my shoulders. The force of their heavy cocks slamming down against my shoulders nearly threw me to the ground. I knelt there with their pulsating, veiny cocks slung over my shoulders. I could feel the bulbous heads of their cocks reaching nearly halfway down my back. The two boys put their arms around each other’s shoulders and looked down at me.

“Go on, faggot…take your pick. Which one of these fat, plump cocks do you wanna suck on first?” I knelt there, with two horse-sized black cocks laying on my shoulders. I looked up and admired the two muscular black stallions who had their arms around each other. Even though this should sivas escort have felt weird, I could only feel excitement and happiness. I grabbed both of the cocks and squeezed them tight. I quickly pulled the shafts to my face, slapping myself against my cheeks.

“The only way to do a true comparison is to take both at the same time.” I said, giving into the lust that had built up inside me. I threw my head from side to side, licking both of the shafts as much as I could. As I mindlessly slobbered and drooled all over their girthy shafts, they turned to face each other.

“There’s another white loser we converted into a hopeless slave.” The two boys chuckled, with their arms still firmly planted on each other’s shoulders.

“I…I…think I’m ready to take these two monsters inside me.” I said, without even thinking of the repercussions. I sat back, letting the two dripping wet dicks slide off my shoulders. As they slid off my body, they flung down against the boy’s thighs and produced a wet slapping noise. One of the boys grabbed me by the hair and threw me face-first on their bed. I lay there with my face buried into the mattress and the lower half of my body hung off the bed.

The two boys grabbed opposite ends of my pants and tore them off me in a single pull. One of them collected a big wade of saliva in his mouth and spit it right onto my asshole. He rubbed a couple of his fingers around my hole, spreading his thick spit. I could feel the excitement bubbling up inside of me as he pushed his finger into my asshole. Considering this was the first time anything had ever entered my butt, I didn’t know what to expect. To my amazement, feeling his finger twist around in my ass felt incredible.

“You sure are nice and tight, honky.” He said, while jamming his finger in and out of my ass. The rougher he got, the more pleasure I felt.

“Harder….more…” I quietly moaned. The young boy just laughed at me.

“I know you want more, faggot…but you have to be patient. We gotta open up that tight boy pussy first. If we ram our monster cocks in there without loosening you up first, we’d probably kill you.” He continued to finger fuck my ass as he looked over at the other boy. “I got an idea…bring that nightstick over here.” The boy, who had beaten me with my nightstick earlier, walked over and knelt down behind me. He rubbed the long side of my nightstick against my tight asshole.

“Is this what you want, faggot? You want us to get you nice and loose?” I nodded furiously. As much as I hated to admit it, any urge to resist had left my body. Just having the outside of my ass played with was driving me insane.

“Please…just jam that thing inside me!” I begged the two young kids. My ass throbbed with insatiable hunger as the boy pressed the tip of the stick against my puckered hole. As the tip slid into my airtight ass, I moaned with pleasure. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I could feel my old life slipping away as my mind drowned with lust. The old me would have never submitted like this. I used to be quite the alpha male. I took charge, asserted myself…and NEVER treated blacks with respect. Something snapped inside of me now that my ass had been violated. I pushed my butt backwards, forcing even more of the nightstick into my ass. “Fuck! That feels so good. Keep stretching me out, boys.” The two boys looked at each other in shock.

“Damn! This faggot doesn’t waste any time, does he?” The other boy grabbed the nightstick at the base and squeezed it tightly.

“Then let’s give this faggot what he wants!” He shoved down with all his might. Every last inch of my foot long nightstick tore its way into my bowels.

“AHHH!” I buried my head further into the mattress as I felt my ass stretching to new limits. Keeping a firm grip on the end, he yanked it back and forth, jamming it in and out of my ass.

“Is this what you like, faggot? You like getting your worthless boy pussy torn apart?” I was moaning and groaning so hard that I couldn’t even speak. In and out he pulled it, twisting it back and forth every time. Viciously, he rammed my own nightstick against every edge of my insides. When he finally yanked it out for good, I could hear the wet slurp that my ass made. To my disappointment, being force fucked with my own nightstick still hadn’t satiated my anal hunger. If anything, it only made me want to get stretched out even more.

I could feel my ass tightening back up as the wave of pleasure left me. Still panting, I turned around to face the two boys. With the nightstick now thrown to the ground, each of them were slinging their cocks back and forth. Watching their girthy foot long dicks slap against their knees nearly put me in a trance. The hunger in my ass took over me and I leaped forward, kneeling down between them. I grabbed their cocks out of their hands and violently jerked them off.

“Please…I need more.” I said, sounding defeated and enslaved. The two boys looked at each other as I admired their fat throbbing tekirdağ escort cocks in my hands.

“I call first dibs on his faggot ass!” One boy yelled all of a sudden.

“Fine…but I’m getting in there right after you’re done!” The two boys walked apart from each other. Their slippery cocks slid out of my hands, as they walked around me. One boy stood behind me and the other in front of me. The boy in front grabbed my head and shoved my entire body down against the floor.

“Now you hold still, honky slut! My boy’s gonna rip your boy pussy to shreds.” He said, while forcing my head against the floor. I shivered slightly as my entire body was pressed against the cold concrete floor. I smiled with excitement as I felt the head of the other boy’s cock pressing against my sore ass. Even with my ass stretched out by my nightstick, the massive head of his cock was still twice as wide as my opening. He pressed harder and harder until the fleshy head of his cock finally squeezed into my ass. Even with just the tip inside me, I could feel my ass stretching to its limits.

“God damn! I sure do love a nice virgin fag boy. Most of you faggots are completely worn out from years of big nigga dicks. But this white hole is ripe for the taking!” He pushed forward, squeezing even more of his monstrous cock inside of me. As hungry as my ass was, I was already stretched to my limits.

“I…I don’t think I can take anymore.” I said, in a timid voice. The boy in front of me grabbed me by the hair and lifted my head up.

“You’re gonna take as much as we wanna give you, got it faggot?!” I didn’t even notice the boy screaming in my face. The lust I was feeling before was now replaced with fear and pain. Even though I loved the feeling of having my ass fucked, I could literally feel my asshole tearing in half.

“Please…no more. You’re way too big!” No matter how much I begged him, he kept pushing harder and harder. I could feel even more inches of his massive black pole ripping into my ass. I noticed the boy in front of me reach down and pick up my nightstick. With one huge swing, he whacked my nightstick against the crest of my back. I screamed in pain as he smirked at me.

“I said…you’re gonna take ALL of our big nigga dicks! Got it?” He whacked me again. “Maybe you shouldn’t have bragged about how big and strong you are.” He said, chuckling to himself slightly. “I guess all those muscles mean nothing now, huh loser?” As much as I hated to admit it, my ripped and muscular body was powerless to stop these young guys. Each one of them was twice as strong as I was. I could feel a couple tears drip down my face. I couldn’t help but tear up from a mix of shame and pain. The boy who was forcing his cock into me must have noticed me crying.

“Yo, nigga…is that bitch crying up there?” He erupted with a big, hearty laugh. “What a fucking worthless loser. You’re not a man…you’re a pathetic white piece of shit!” He shoved a couple more inches of his monster cock inside of me. I moaned in agony as the two boys laughed to themselves. The boy in front of me gave me another smack with the nightstick.

“I wanna hear you beg for those last few inches, faggot.” Still shaking from the pain of being beaten, I yelled

“Give me everything you’ve got you big dicked nigger!” Turned on by hearing me beg, the boy squeezed every last inch of his massive meat stick into my ass. I groaned in pain as he gave me a little slap on the ass.

“That’s a good little faggot.” He said, in a tender and loving tone. His slow thrusts started becoming faster. Every time he pulled some of his cock out, he shoved it back in with even greater force. I could hear his huge baseball sized nuts slapping against my pasty ass. I couldn’t help but moan and whimper in pain as his gigantic fuckstick rearranged my insides. The boy in front of me leaned down a bit to look at my face. The pain and discomfort started to subside. Judging by the pleasure I was feeling, it seems that my ass was getting accustomed to his 15 inches of thick black meat. With every thrust into me, my ass felt hungrier and hungrier.

“Yo, nigga…I think this fag’s starting to like it. You better give it to him hard, brotha.” The other boy grinned cleverly. He started picking up the pace even more. After a few seconds, he had basically become a human jackhammer. I was amazed to see that he wasn’t even out of breath. His body wasn’t straining at all, as he pounded my ass at superhuman speed. I screamed with pleasure at the top of my lungs as 15 inches of girthy dark meat ripped its way in and out of my sloppy hole. After what felt like an eternity, he pulled back and let his throbbing dick slide out of my loose and gaping hole. The second it fell out of my ass, I felt an immense feeling of emptiness. The boy stood back and admired his work.

“Woo Wee! Now that’s one torn apart boy pussy. I bet I could fit my whole arm in there without even touching the sides.” As my head lay there on the cold concrete, I couldn’t help but feel the hunger in my ass. Being torn apart by this boy’s gargantuan cock only made me want to stretch my insides out even more! I looked back and stared at the boy’s dripping wet cock. The veiny shaft was pulsating all the way down to his kneecaps.

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She had planned our anniversary celebration for over two weeks. As I left for work that morning she gave me my anniversary card, telling me not to open it until I had arrived at work. Parking the car in my usual spot, I opened the card and stared transfixed at the image on the cover. She had obviously made the card herself, as on the cover was a picture of her, totally nude. ‘Like What You See?’ was printed under the picture. I opened the card, hoping to see more nude pictures of her, but inside was only a message, ‘Today, our roles will be reversed, please come home at noon’. Puzzled, I walked into the office and after finding my supervisor, informed him that something had come up and I would need to leave at noon.

My phone rang at approximately 11:30. Picking it up, I was surprised to hear my wife’s voice. ‘In your car you will find another envelope’ she said. Open it and follow the instructions she demanded. Running out to my car, I found and ripped open the envelope. Inside was another picture of her; this one showed her with a very large dildo in each hand. Why don’t you come home and play with me, the caption under the picture said. I started up the car and made it home in record time.

Opening the door, I found a note instructing me to strip off all my clothes and to then go down into the basement. I removed my clothes and went down the basement stairs. I heard soft music and smelled the sweet odor of burning incense as I stepped into the main room downstairs. My wife was samsun escort nowhere to be seen. I called out for her and was shocked when she stepped out of the small bedroom we have down there. She wore a pair of thigh-high black boots and nothing else. In her hand, was a long, slender black whip. My cock stood at attention, as I took in this incredible sight. She was amused by my reaction to her slutty attire. ‘I can see that you like me like this’ she said. I could only nod my head as I continued to soak in her beauty. Enough staring, she exclaimed, as she slipped a blindfold over my eyes.

Leading me into the bedroom, she told me to get onto the bed on all fours. My pulse went up as my wrists and ankles were secured so that I could not get away. ‘Relax’ she said, as she poured massage oil over my shoulders and buttocks. She proceeded to give me a most erotic massage, time and time again bringing me to the brink of orgasm, only to ease off every time she sensed my impending explosion. She the turned her attention to my butt, letting her hands slip between the oily cheeks of my ass. She teased the rim of my anus, sliding her finger back and forth over my most intimate of openings. I tensed as she slowly slid one finger into my virgin ass. ‘Relax and enjoy’ she said, as her other hand caressed my cock and balls.

As she stroked my cock, she slowly slid her finger farther and farther up my ass. My cock became harder and harder as she fingered my tight ass. She then removed urfa escort her finger, asking me if I wanted to continue. ‘Please fuck my ass’, I cried. She poured lubricant over three of her fingers, plunging one finger all the way into my ass with one savage thrust. I thrust my hips back and forth, again and again sliding along the length of her finger. She slipped another finger in my ass, slowly working both of them all the way into my now stretched anus. She slid both fingers in and out of my ass with tremendous speed, bringing me to the brink of an incredible orgasm. As quickly as she had started, she now stopped, pulling both fingers from my gaping ass. ‘Please fuck my ass’ I begged. She asked me if I was ready for the next step. In the condition I was in, I was ready for anything. ‘Please, I’ll do anything’, I said.

She then showed me the two dildos that were in the picture I had received earlier in the day. Coating the smaller of the two (it was still bigger than my cock) with lubricant, she began to work it into my butt. With each thrust, it went deeper and deeper into me, it’s balls finally slapping against my ass cheeks. I couldn’t believe that I had a large, lifelike fake cock up my ass and even more unbelievable was the fact that I was enjoying it. My wife began to fuck my ass with that cock, sliding it in and out of my ass, slowly at first, then faster and faster as I got used to it. Karen was ecstatic as I moaned again and again that it felt so good to be sinop escort fucked in the ass. After about 10 minutes of this fantastic fuck, she pulled the dildo out of my ass and tossed it aside. Before I could ask her why, she told me that she had another cock she wanted to introduce to me. Holding up a long, thick, realistic looking cock, she told me that it was 9 and a half inches long and over 5 inches in circumference. I wasn’t sure if I could take one that large, but she told me I was going to, no questions asked. Coating it with lubricant, she began to slowly slide it into me. My ass felt as if it was going to split in two as she fed it into my ass, inch by inch.

Her eyes glazed over as I took the entire length into my ass. As before, she started fucking me with that cock, slowly at first, with short quick strokes. As my ass accommodated the size of this cock, she began to fuck me faster and faster, slamming the entire length of that cock in and out of my ass with each thrust. Sensing my impending orgasm, she leaned over and took my cock into her mouth as she thrust that cock deep into my ass. My orgasm was so intense that I almost passed out, my cock spurting large amounts of cum into her mouth and down her throat.

As I lay on the bed, trying to catch my breath, I could not believe I could willingly take such a large cock in my ass, but I had done it and I had enjoyed it beyond my wife’s wildest dreams. ‘That was incredible’, I said. ‘I hope you liked it’ she replied. I said that I was ready to try it again whenever she wanted to. ‘Glad to hear you say that’ she answered. She walked over to her dresser, opened one of the drawers, and pulled out a large strap-on cock. The next cock you have in your ass will be mine!!

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