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Chapter 7

Michelle stirred in the bed, only to find that sometime during the morning her new lover Kim had already risen and was gone. Sliding out of the sheets, she stared in the mirror of the bedroom vanity. Her bronze naked form adorned only by the silver studded collar Susan had placed there the day before. As she studied the black collar, she noticed the red marks on her neck and breasts. It had been years since she had a “hickey” but there was no doubt about their origin. She remembered Susan sucking her neck while she was restrained.

As she gently rubbed her neck, she heard voices emanating from down the hall. The unmistakable voices of her mistresses Lisa and Susan. She padded down the hallway, her bare feet on the soft plush carpeting. She was becoming accustomed to being nude as Lisa required of her new lesbian in training.

The women were enjoying a cup of coffee at the dining room table when Michelle made her appearance. “Good morning sunshine,” Lisa smiled.

“Where’s Kim,” Michelle asked back as she stretched her arms high over her head, her ample young breasts rising on her chest.

“She opened the salon today,” Susan answered back. “She helps me down at my place on the weekends,” she said as she took a sip of her coffee.

Michelle pondered, “I didn’t know she worked for you.”

“Well, part time. She’s a photographer with her own studio. Does great work actually. Some of her clients are customers of mine. Gets some great personal portraits and event gigs from the women who come into the salon,” Susan answered between sips of her coffee.

“Yea, and you’ve seen her work,” Lisa cut in. She took those pictures of you at the conference.”

A slight chill ran through as Michelle thought about the pictures she had seen from the conference. Her kneeling before Lisa, going down on her, the strapon cock penetrating her vagina. All in vivid detail from the photos. She had no idea who took them. They were the reason Michelle had agreed to meet Kim in the first place. The threat they would be published on the Internet or passed around school.

She was still caught up in her thoughts when Lisa cut in, “Get some breakfast pet. There’s fruit, yogurt in the fridge, and coffee. Eat something. We have a full day planned.”

Sitting down with a cup of yogurt and coffee, Lisa smiled at her young student, “So, Susan tells me you guys had a wonderful night out.”

“Yes mam, we went to her place and had a nice massage and then a great dinner. She bought me a real pretty dress to wear. I had an awesome time,” Michelle beamed looking over at Susan.

“I think you made quite the impression on the waitress,” Susan smirked.

Michelle blushed as she instantly knew what Susan was referring to. In front of a young waitress, perhaps in her mid twenties, Susan had placed her hand over Michelle’s. At first it might have seemed an innocent gesture, but the collar around Michelle’s neck gave an unmistakable signal Michelle belonged to this woman. None of this was lost on the waitress who seemed somewhat fixated on Chel’s neck.

Susan ordered a few drinks for Kim and Chel and by the end of dinner, Michelle had lost any of her former embarrassment if she had been embarrassed at all. As the girl brought the check and Susan signed for it, she leaned over toward Michelle who sensed her. Turning, Michelle knew what she wanted and closed the distance as Susan kissed her on the lips, her tongue teasing, lingering for a second as Susan turned facing the flustered waitress who was clearly taken back.

Michelle had rarely ever demonstrated public affection but here she was in a crowded restaurant letting a woman kiss her full on the lips. Instead of shame, she enjoyed the stares she received as Susan wrapped her arms around her waist as they walked out the door.

“When you’re done, I want you to go downstairs, shower, and then put the restraints on your wrists,” Lisa instructed.

“My ankles too?,” Chel asked.

“No, but select a plug, lube it up and put it in,” Lisa added.

“The same one or bigger,” the young teacher inquired.

“That’s up to you sweetie,” Lisa answered.

Michelle did as directed and washed in the shower in the basement, shampooing her hair, rubbing the soap along her arms, her soft firm stomach, her smooth hairless pussy. Running her fingers through her hair, it felt different with a good twelve inches or more cut by Susan the day before. But she had to admit, she loved her new look.

Drying off, she moved over to table with a variety of toys — dildos, clamps, vibrators. She selected an anal plug a little bigger than the one Lisa had used on her the day before. She spread the lube, gliding it over the soft rubber cone as she parted her cheeks and slid the cool head in until it pulled itself in place.

She reached for the leather restraints and buckled one, then the other into place and took a kneeling position in the room under the chains which hung from the ceiling awaiting her bursa escort two mistresses.

Michelle lost track of time as she knelt there, the plug buried up her ass, her nipples erect with excitement. It puzzled her how excited she was — how much she anticipated what might come. While Lisa had whipped her the day before with her flogger and her skin was still smarting from the blows, she now fantasized about her mistress dominating her.

Her pussy tingled at the thought of feeling Lisa’s whip.

Michelle heard the heels of the women’s boots as they met the wooden steps of Susan’s basement. Chel raised her head and was surprised to see the women dressed not in their leather corsets but naked except for the strapon cocks protruding from their slender waist. Lisa who had a smaller flesh colored cock took up a position behind the teacher as she hooked the restraints to a chain and hoisted her arms high above her head, stretching until it forced Michelle to lift off her heels putting her weight on her painted red toes.

Susan had a much more menacing black cock, much bigger than Lisa’s which swung back and forth as she took Michelle’s face in her hands and forced her tongue into Michelle’s yielding mouth. The young brunette sucked on her mistress’s tongue, opening her mouth further, allowing Susan to explore unimpeded.

Susan pulled and twisted at Michelle’s thick nipples as she hung from the chains, her arms held securely in place. Susan bit the girl’s lip, gently at first and then with more pressure but Michelle, though wincing, never uttered a sound.

In the meantime Lisa returned with an assortment of items. Susan backed away, pulling on Chel’s lip, finally letting it go as the girl moved along with her on her toes. Lisa attached one of the alligator clips on her right nipple, then her left as she hung a two ounce weight to a dangle, drawing the nipple sharply down across her breasts.

“We’re going to graduate you today to another ounce baby,” Lisa cooed in her ear as she pulled gently at the weight hanging from her nub. Chel groaned but didn’t cry out as the pain surged through her body.

“You like that baby?” Lisa whispered in her ear. “I love those little nipples. You have such nice breasts with your dark little nipples…and we’re going to stretch those babies out a little.”

“They are nice,” Susan confirmed as she rubbed her finger over the tip of Michelle’s tit, turning slightly white as the blood drained from the nub. “You know…they’d really look stunning with some jewelry. A nice piercing, a little gold hoop, or maybe a stud. Yea, a little gold stud,” Susan chided as she continued to rub the tip of the nipple with her finger. Wetting her finger and then sliding the wet digit over the little cherry.

“You like Kim’s piercings don’t cha’ sweetheart,” Susan went on continuing to taunt Michelle, playing with her nipples, the weights still pulling sharply on both. “I’ve seen you playing with them. They turn you on. You like her piercings,” Susan pressed.

Michelle felt the sting of Lisa’s whip, “Answer her slut,” her other mistress intoned.

“Yes mistress. I love her titties. I love her piercings. They’re pretty,” Michelle cried out as she rose up sharply on her toes.

“Would you like these pierced too?,” Susan inquired, pulling on the little nubs.

Michelle bit her lip. She liked Kim’s piercings, even thought a second about how they would look on her, but she wasn’t prepared to get her nipples pierced.

The whish through the air signaled the impending blow that rippled across her tender thighs as she yelped this time, lifting off her toes momentarily. “Answer her,” Lisa commanded.

She was scared to answer. Her nipples pierced? The leather stung her ass again as the leather braids found their mark. Tears ran down her cheeks as she hung her head. “Yes mistress. If it pleases you I would. I would let you pierce them,” Michelle cried.

“Ummmm,” Susan purred hearing the response she wanted to hear. “Yes, these would look pretty with a little barbell. A gold barbell,” Susan cooed. “You know if you were mine, I’d put my mark on you, right there,” she gloated as she ran her fingers just above Michelle’s shaved twat, biting on the young girl’s ear.

“And then when you were out, ready to come out to all your family and friends, I’d have a tat right here on your lovely neck,” Susan said as she bit lightly on the nape of Michelle’s neck, still adorned with the hickey from previous day’s bout of lovemaking. “Just so everybody would know what a little slut you were – my little lesbian slut.”

Michelle’s body trembled at the thought. While she should have been horrified, she knew she had never felt so excited. The thought of being owned by this woman, being her property, permanently tattooed where everyone could see she was a lesbian slut. The thought both terrified and excited her. She felt her pussy throb at the thought.

Susan sensed how worked up Michelle was becoming and removed the dangles bursa escort bayan and weights from her nipples, followed by the clamps themselves. The blood rushed back into the nips which had been extended, pale white against the darkness of her skin.

In the meantime, Lisa removed the slippery plug from her ass with a loud suction as the invader slipped from Chel’s tight ass.

“Are you going to fuck my ass now mistress?,” Michelle queried as she half turned to face Lisa who was fingering her lubed hole.

“Would you like that?” Lisa whispered back.

“Yes mistress. Fuck me, fuck my ass,” Chel begged.

“I think we’re going to have a little DP this morning. You know what DP is angel?” Lisa purred.

Michelle just stared back as Susan cut in, “She’s going to fuck that ass and I’m gonna’ take this pretty little pussy of yours.” Susan ran her fingers over Chel’s twat and then probed in between the wet engorged lips.

Michelle parted her legs encouraging both women to take her. She wanted them. Wanted them as she had never wanted anything before.

Lisa eased the head of her cock into Chel’s back door as Susan replaced her fingers with the large black cock dangling at her waist. It was bigger than anything Michelle had ever fucked as it stretched her cunt.

“Fuck, that’s big,” Michelle groaned as Susan slid more and more of the large black cock between her pussy lips.

“You’ll soon be able to take much bigger,” gloated Susan. All the while Lisa was inching the head of her cock in as it slipped between Chel’s cheeks. Soon both women had their cocks buried in her holes as they pressed their breast against her hot flesh.

Susan again kissed her hard on the lips, exploring her mouth as Michelle opened hers wide, letting the older woman explore at will. Lisa in the meantime was kissing her shoulder, running her tongue, her lips along the left side of her soft subtle neck.

At 5’11”, Michelle was much taller than either woman but the high heeled boots Susan and Lisa wore almost closed that gap. The three women found a rythym as Susan and Lisa moved their cocks in and out of her holes.

“You like that baby, you like that cock in your ass?” Lisa teased as she nibbled on Chel’s ear.

“Oh yes, I love it so much. It feels so good, fuck me, fuck my ass…fuck my pussy,” she chanted as the two lesbian dykes worked her over. With each thrust, she rose up on her toes, settling back on the cocks that explored the depths of her pussy and ass.

Susan massaged Chel’ breasts, teasing her nipples as she continued her soulful kiss, exploring Michelle’s mouth, sucking on her lip.

Susan slipped her cock from Chel’s cunt as she sunk to her knees, depositing her lips to the brunette’s well fucked pussy, wet with her juices. Lisa then pulled the teacher’s face to hers and placed her hungry lips to her mouth. This time it was Michelle who stuck out her tongue, waiting for it to be sucked into Lisa’s greedy mouth.

Susan feasted noisily on Chel’s juicy pussy as Lisa’s hips slapped at Michelle’s ass.

“Fuck, fuck… fuck me. Damn, I’m cumming. I’m gonna’ cum,” Michelle exclaimed as the orgasm built and then ravaged her body. Susan licked the folds of her cunt, pressing her face against her crotch, sucking the hard little clit, as Chel bucked against her face. “Oh shit. That feels so fucking good. Eat me.. Oh eat me, lick my pussy,” Michelle groaned as Lisa moved her cock in and out of Michelle’s ass.

“Ummmm your little pussy is tasty. I love the taste of her little twat,” Susan moaned between licks as she savored the juices of her young novice.

“Fuck me harder Lisa, please fuck me harder,” Chel pleaded as wave after wave shook her to her very core until she sank down almost to her heels, the chain holding her tight, her arms held fast above her head as she shuddered with each thundering wave which climaxed leaving her limp.

Lisa slowly withdrew her member while Susan continued to plant soft kisses on the soft folds of her cunt, licking the moisture which still seeped from her dripping pussy.

“Did you like that angel?,” Lisa whispered in her ear. “You like us both fucking you, taking you?.”

“Oh yes mistress. That was so good. I’ve never been fucked like that before. That was fucking unbelievable,” she sighed almost out of breath.

Lisa reached over and gently released the tension on the chain allowing Michelle’s arms to drop to her side, her feet now flat on the floor as her shoulders drooped, her energy seemingly sucked from her body.

Susan now stood and kissed the girl softly on the lips as Michelle tasted her pussy juices still lingering on Susan’s tongue. “I want you to rest up a bit. Go up stairs and rest,” Susan instructed. “I’ve left some clothes for you on the bed. After you rest, we are going into my salon. I’ve made arrangements for you to spend time with Mickie this afternoon. She’s going to show you how to give massages. She’s one of my best girls, you’ll love her,” escort bursa Susan gloated.

It took all the energy Michelle could muster as she climbed the basement stairs to the upper level. She headed down the hall to her bedroom and sunk down on the bed. The cool sheets embraced her worn body which had never been so thoroughly fucked. As Michelle closed her eyes, letting her body completely relax, she thought about the last three days.

She had been brought to Lisa’s against her will, a devoted teacher, a steady boyfriend for nine years – and now all that seemed so long ago. She wasn’t sure she was a lesbian but she knew one thing for sure — she wasn’t a straight girl any more and would never be content with a life without pussy.

She loved giving herself to the women and she loved licking their pussies, letting them fuck her like she had never been fucked before. Each passing day she knew she was becoming someone different. The Michelle that she used to be was fast becoming just a memory. She didn’t know what the rest of the afternoon had in store, but she knew she would do anything she was asked. At least for the next four days she was Lisa and Susan’s little slut — their little lesbian slut and she loved it.

Chapter 8

It was a short trip to Susan’s Salon and Day Spa where Kim was serving as the manager. Susan introduced Michelle to Mickie, a pretty Japanese lady in her late twenties. Mickie had long black hair and an absolute gorgeous figure but perhaps her most striking features were her sparkling eyes and bright white smile.

Mickie had Chel change into a pair of black staff shorts and a grey shirt with black sneakers. Susan met both before any appointments arrived. “Now this is extremely important, you are to follow Mickie’s directions to the letter. I have two very loyal clients coming in and it will provide you great training but remember there’s a very fine line between consensual and non-consensual touching,” Susan said sternly.

“In both of these appointments my clients know you are interning but it is very important you pay close attention to what Mickie says. Do so, and you’ll learn a lot in the art of pleasuring a woman.” Susan looked very matter of fact and after her words seemed to register, she allowed a smile to cross her face, “Now, I want the two of you to enjoy yourself.”

“You wait here. Mrs. Logan is already prepping in the steam room,” Mickie said as she turned and walked out the door. Michelle studied some of the objects in the room, and reflected on Susan’s comments, when Mickie reappeared several minutes later.

Mickie took Michelle down the hall opening a door to a darkened room, lit by several candles with the soft soothing sound of waves on a shore. There was the distinct smell of sweetness in the air from oils that were warming on the counter.

A woman was laying on a massage table, face down with her head resting in a halo supporting her face, a towel placed at her midsection with what appeared to be a towel with several flat rocks strategically placed across her lower back.

“Vickie, I have Michelle with me and she’s training with us today. Are you comfortable?” Mickie inquired. “Very” came the soft muffled reply.

“Good, then we’ll get started,” Mickie answered.

Mickie raised Vickie’s foot in her hand and began rubbing it, pulling on her toes and pushing on the soles and pads of her foot, all the while instructing Chel on the pressure points. Michelle was directed to emulate Mickie on the other side as she too began rubbing and massaging Mrs. Logan’s foot and lower legs using the warm lotion in slow circular motions.

Mickie kneaded the calves and used her arms to rub the oil in before moving up to her arms and hands. Michelle was instructed to continue to work the woman’s lower legs as Mickie rubbed oil into her back lowering the towel ever so much to gain more and more access to her torso.

“Would you like to flip now and allow us to get the front?” Mickie inquired as the woman flipped over with Mickie strategically holding the towel as to cover her most intimate part — her vagina. No attempt, however was made to cover her large breasts with the pink nipples which capped off the tits.

Michelle’s eyes grew wide as she took in the woman’s chest but immediately directed her attention to her legs and feet. Mickie stood at Vickie’s side as she rubbed scented warm oil into her shoulders, working around her breasts, careful not to actually touch the nipples as she focused up top and then worked to her stomach. She moved her hands to the woman’s hips as she encouraged Michelle to knead the upper thighs.

Michelle was cautious and a little hesitant just how far between her thighs she should wander as she saw Mickie’s fingers now rub over top of the nipples, slowing and ever so subtly drawing the nipples between her fingers bringing a distinct sigh from Mrs. Logan. After a few passes, Mickie told Michelle to leave them as she would finish up.

The young teacher exited the room slightly worked up herself from watching the slow seduction played out in front of her. She began a self directed tour of the spa until she spied Kim and made a dash to her where the two caught up on the day’s activities.

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I cannot remember when I first masturbated. I’m not sure anyone really can. All I can say is I have been masturbating all my life. I am now a horny 52 year old.

So to my favourite masturbation scenario.

When I began working full time, a friend of mine used to lend me porno videos, which I would rush home with at lunchtime and get my rocks off. It was about this time I discovered the pleasure of sunbathing naked in my back garden. The heat has always been a turn on for me so I’d find a secluded corner,strip off, and play with myself in the hot sun. Ever since then I have always found it a huge turn on to masturbate openly in the hot weather. I am a naturist by nature, and have been on a naturist holiday, and certainly not an exhibitionist. I have no wish for neighbours to catch me wanking!

Then I discovered the pleasure of shaving my cock ad balls, which then progressed to shaving all my body hair.

So, on to my story.

Home alone I am feeling horny. I need to cum. Badly.

I go to the bathroom and strip completely. It is a week since I shaved and there is a light dusting of body hair all over.

I commence with shaving my legs until they are smooth and then progress to my cock and balls. Pulling the ball bursa escort sac from side to side and stretching the skin I remove all stubble from my crotch and between my arse cheeks. I then shave my shaft, again pulling the skin tight to allow better access. At this point I am carrying out a ‘chore’ and therefore generally do not get hard. I then continue shaving my upper pubic region followed by stomach, chest and underarms.

Now completely bald from ankle to neck, I climb in the shower to wash off the shaving gel.

Because my body is now totally smooth, my soapy hands roam freely teasing my nerve endings. Fingering my arse lightly, I take hold of my cock and slide my hand up and down, bringing myself to full erection, peeling back the foreskin as I go. Rubbing precum on the underside of the glans where it is super-sensitive. But I don’t want to cum yet, although my cock is now throbbing and aching for release.

I finish showering and towel myself dry.

My whole body is tingling, my nipples hard, my balls swinging to and fro, and my cock bobbing in front of me.I will then go to my computer and log on to Literotica to read some hot stories, and access other sites with pictures and video.

All the time I am gripping bursa escort bayan my soft smooth shaft and leisurely wanking, producing copious amounts of precum. I will ‘edge’ like this for an hour or two, bringig myself to the brink of cumming then allowing myself to calm down. I could cum at any time but want to savour the moment.

I will then don a robe and go into my back garden with some oil, in a secluded corner where I will sit down in the hot sun. My balls begin to relax and my cock thickens and lengthens against my thigh. I open my legs wide to allow the sun to access as much as possible, my cock throbbing as it thickens.

I then smear some oil on my shaft and gently at first, grip it in my fist and slowly wank until fully hard, again, peeling back the foreskin.

My precum mixes with the oil and makes my hand and cock shaft very slippery. Now at full erection, one hand strokes my cock, a finger tip manipulating that sensitive area under the glans, while the other roams my body, teasing my nipples, teasing my arse and bringing me to the boil.

I cannot stand it much longer, so lay down on the grass on my back, cock pointing up rock hard, glistening, throbbing.

My hand becomes a blur as I stroke faster escort bursa and faster, my other hand spreads my arse cheeks as I feel the grass tickling my hole.

The sweat is pouring off me, a slight perspiration odour causing me to sniff my armpits which sends a bolt of electricity direct to my purple cock head.

This is it. I arch my back as high as I can, pointing my rock hard throbbing member at the sky, wank furiously as hard as I can, and as I start to feel the cum boiling and entering my cock,plunging a finger into my arse, I pull the foreskin back as hard as I can and hold it there as the spasms, now beyond control, urge the cum up my shaft and out of my cock, spurting high and hard, spasm after spasm wracking my body, expelling huge wads of cum from my cock, splashing it onto the grass and my belly. Dripping down my cock shaft and sliding over my bald balls.

I wallow in the post orgasm afterglow, spent but gloriously satisfied.

Having just written all this, I know what I’m going to be doing in the next couple of hours! Think of me as you read this, knowing I am partaking of my favourite pastime in a hot garden.

I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

My next venture might be a mutual wank session with a male friend of mine, somewhere outside.

Don’t get me wrong, I am not gay, I love women dearly and enjoy looking at sexy attractive women wherever I am, but a bit of occasional male ‘bonding’ is always good.

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This was previously published in 5 chapters. I merged them into one fluid story and made a few changes and adjustments to the story and the characters as a whole.

Slow Burn

I really had no desire to meet-up with my son’s friend Madi and her family at the run-down mall two miles from our hotel. We were three and a half hours from home for yet another mountain bike race. I would have preferred if he and the husband went without me, but I slapped on my best “I am so glad you found your niche” smile and climbed into the passenger seat of our minivan.

I love watching him race, and being around people who accepted him, but I hate the play I must put on every weekend. The “yes we are a happily married couple” bullshit that was slowly darkening my soul. 19 years in, and I don’t even remember what happily married feels like. Most of the time when I look at him, I imagine getting a call that he’s had some horrible accident and I would finally be free. It’s been years since we slept in the same bed, and even longer since I felt any desire for him. I was 43 years old and had all but forgotten what happy and love felt like.

Every race weekend was the same thing, an all-male coaching staff, a bunch of dads and one other mom besides me. Honestly, I didn’t even know this girl we are going to meet up with had a mom, it was always just her and her dad at everything. We arrived at the mall and it was just as I thought, a Target, a JcPenney and not much more. We rambled through the nearly abandoned building, my 16-year-old daughter lamenting that there was not even anywhere to window shop and she wished she had stayed at the hotel. Me too girl, me too.

We headed into JcPenney’s, where the friend was due to meet us. It wasn’t hard to locate her in the nearly-empty-except-for-us store. It was just her and her father. So exactly why did we need to come and meet up? We are already staying at the same hotel and surprise; I already know her dad from months of practices and races. I said hi to them both and went to look at shoes with the daughter. She located some on clearance and picked out a pair of thigh high boots she could afford. We strolled over to the register. I stood there as she paid for her boots and noticed Madi and my son walking towards us, the dads lagging as usual.

“My mom and Kevin will be right back; they went into Target.”

So, there is a mom.

I smiled at Madi and said, “Okay.” Jessie finished paying for her new boots and we just lingered, waiting. A few awkward minutes later, out of the corner of my eye I saw two figures walking our way. Madi’s mom and brother joined us.

Shit.

This mom, whose name I didn’t yet know, was about my age, maybe a year or two older and I couldn’t stop looking at her. She was about my height, little smaller build, huge brown eyes and dark auburn hair. She smiled as she spotted her daughter, and I was stuck by the sincerity of it. I hadn’t seen a better smile in years. There was something about her that connected with me.

Holy fuck. Not okay, this is your kid’s friend’s mom.

I hated when these only once in a while feelings of attraction for another woman hit me, but come on, now? No this was just not okay. Luckily, I was almost as good at playing the “I have no attraction to women” game as I was at playing the happily married one.

Everyone introduced themselves and her name stuck in my head, Jody. Right then I got a text from the one other mom I knew from the team. They are camping at the state park the race is at and want us to come over for a drink. I tell her who we are with and she invites them too. My stomach fluttered. I shared the directions with Madi’s dad, doing my best not to make too much eye contact with her mom. I kept looking at her out of the corner of my eyes though and wondered if it was noticeable.

Twenty minutes later we roll into the campground, park and meet up with the Sawyer’s. James offered us all a beer and I jumped right on that despite the fact I hate beer. Anything to calm the butterflies in my stomach. The kids all found each other and left the site to wander leaving three dads and three moms to converse. I watched Jody and Kat, who apparently have known each other for a while, as they chatted. We are the newest family to this racing team and I just stayed off to myself watching, trying not to stare, and downing my beer. She has the most genuine smile I had ever seen, like gravity it pulled me towards her and Kat and their conversation.

I didn’t even realize it was happening but soon enough it was just Jody and I talking. Shared nerdy interests… sci fi, marvel, reading. The butterflies in my stomach were now charged with excitement as we talked. Kat bustled around the kids when they returned, and she tasked herself with feeding them all. I barely registered their return. I wanted to stay right there talking all night. I wanted to throw caution to the wind and reach bursa escort over and kiss this person I didn’t know even existed a few hours earlier. Every time she smiled the urge got stronger. Tonight, I wanted to be a different person more than I had ever before. All too soon it was time to get the kids back to the hotel so they could sleep before the race.

As I laid alone in that hotel bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about this person that popped into my life from nowhere. I wanted to touch her, to feel her, to know her. A restless night gave way to an early morning. All that pushed me forward was knowing Jody would be under the same pop-up with me all morning as the kids did their racing. I couldn’t get out of the hotel fast enough.

It was hot. Stupid ridiculously hot and the race morning was a blur of trying to keep eight teenagers hydrated and to their starting queue on time. Then it was making sure each one was okay after their nine mile mostly uphill race. I was growing frustrated because I hadn’t exchanged more than a handful of words with her. My mood was growing more and more sour. It was the last race of the season and I knew if I didn’t get something to go my way, I wouldn’t see her again any time soon. I also knew how ridiculous feeling this way was.

It was all rather ridiculous, these feelings. After all, she was married, they seemed happy, but then again, I was also and to most we may have seemed happy. I knew the odds of anything ever happening were slim, but the pull I felt towards her could not be ignored. At the very least I needed to have her as a friend.

I took as many pictures as I could of the day. I had the idea that I could get her cell number with the promise of sending her the pictures Madi was in. Soon, the day was over and as we packed up to leave, she wasn’t in the team tent area. I felt myself sigh deeply as we walked towards the van and packed it to leave. I scanned the vast field hoping to spot their truck, but nothing. Tolerating my husband on that long drive was going to be nearly impossible. I reclined my seat, closed my eyes and fantasized about her. I had never been with another women, but that didn’t stop the dreaming.

I told my son to give my cell to Madi to give to her mom and I would send the pictures. Seven days later and she hadn’t contacted me. My mind still wandered to those moments at the campground, I wanted more of those. More time standing next to her, her arm brushing mine as we talked. I found myself lost in that brief memory more often than I would have ever admitted to anyone.

Practices picked back up as the summer racing series was due to start. I knew it was pointless to do drop off or pick up because Madi was always with just her dad. I was resigning myself to never hearing from Jody again. Maybe that was for the best. I was, after all, a giant chicken. Stuck in a miserable marriage, drawn towards random women but always too scared to make a move towards anything other than what I was living. I was cooking an early dinner one Saturday afternoon when my phone vibrated. That usually meant it was one of my three kids or husband, because everyone else was on do not disturb.

I look down at my phone and read “This is Jody. We are so glad Timmy can come with us tonight.”

My heart started beating so loud I was sure my husband would notice the change. I was confused, no one had mentioned this to me. I put my phone down and walked to Timmy’s room and questioned him. He informed me he was going and had asked his father. Shit. I had plans with a friend that I was now regretting. I wanted to invite myself along. Play it cool. I didn’t manage to play it too cool. I was certain I was coming off as the weird mom of your kid’s friend you just must tolerate, but I couldn’t stop myself from over sharing. I was nearly giddy she was texting me, which means she has my number, and now I have hers.

I texted my friend and told her I wanted to eat before the play we were attending that evening. I wanted to be sure I was home when they dropped Timmy off after the movie. I didn’t even know if Jody would be with them, but I wasn’t risking not seeing her if I could. As I was enjoying the play Jody sent me a few pictures of my son enjoying his first ever drive in movie. I spent my time staring at the one picture she was in. I was imagining how soft her hair looked and what her fingertips would feel like on my skin.

It was midnight when their truck pulled into my driveway. I jumped off the couch and nearly ran outside, hoping that if I went to meet the truck, they would do more than simply drop him off. I watched happily as all four doors opened and there she was. I moved to stand closer to her than needed as I said thank you for taking him. We chatted about nothing really for a few minutes, and just like that she was climbing back in the truck and leaving.

Somberly I went back inside, got Timmy settled in bed and went to bed myself. bursa escort bayan I was restless and my fingers dipped between my legs as I thought of her and what I would do to her if only she felt the same energy I did. It didn’t take long and waves of pleasure hit me. I fell asleep thinking only of her.

The next few days dragged on. I wanted to see Jody again, but there was no reason to. Despite my extremely vivid imagination, I was at a loss as how to make up an excuse to. Timmy and Madi went to practices, life moved forward.

“Mom, Madi wants to know if I can go to church with her and her mom Sunday”.

And just like that the universe had given me an in. I texted Jody and confirmed he was invited and the plans, drop him at her house at 10am Sunday. They would bring him home after. I smiled as I thought of having the chance to see her twice in one day.

The next morning, I was up and ready to load his bike up and go. When I walked outside Timmy and his bike were gone, and so was my husband’s car. I could feel myself get angrier than I should have been. I never told him I wanted to bring Timmy over myself, so I only had myself to blame.

I spent the day in a miserable mood, that didn’t get any better when it was Joe that brought Timmy home, not Jody. What was wrong with me. I had laid eyes on this woman exactly three times, and texted with her a handful of times, yet my mind was utterly filled with her. Her smell, the curve of her hips, the color of her hair, the warmth that radiated off of her when I stood close. Those thoughts followed me to bed that night.

As I laid alone in bed and thought of her, I removed my panties and reached for my favorite vibrator. My own fingers wouldn’t do this time, I needed more power. I needed to chase away the visions of this woman who had invaded my brain. I was lulled to sleep on waves of self-pleasure.

Monday came and went with no word from her. I had to control my urge to be the first to text. I was already being too much, of that I was certain. I didn’t want to cross a line I could never cross back over. As I was making lunch on Tuesday my phone vibrated and I looked at it.

Jody- Are you going to the race tonight?

I had totally forgotten the first race of the summer series was tonight. I hadn’t planned to go. These races were smaller and closer to home and I knew if I showed up, I would be dragged into volunteering. I wasn’t good lately with pretending to want to be helpful and nice all the time. I took a deep breath before I replied.

Me- Are you?

I hoped I had taken enough time between her asking and me answering so she didn’t know how anxious I was for her answer.

Jody- Yes…if you are

Shit! If I was?? So, she wants to see me??? I could barely breath. My fingers were charged with emotional energy as I typed out my response, slowly. Play it cool.

Me- Sure…

Plans were made for Jody to grab Subway for us to share. I couldn’t believe it. Not only was I going to see her, but we were going to share food. I was very aware I was resembling a teenage girl with a crush, and I didn’t even care.

At 4:45 I got another text telling me she had just left work and was grabbing food she’d see me in twenty. I waited five minutes then drove to the venue, which was all of five minutes from my house. I was early, and anxious. I played the role of good wife and helped Evan with racer check ins until I saw Jody’s Jeep drive in. Then I waited a little bit longer before I walked over to where Madi and her dad usually set up. As I approached their trailer, I saw her.

Damn

My breath left my lungs. There she was in running shorts and a tank top, her deep auburn hair flowing over her bare shoulders. I wondered if anyone noticed me noticing her as I composed myself and walked over. I knew I was going to have to work hard to remember to watch my son race because all I wanted to do was be near her and talk to her.

We ate the subway and talked as the younger kids raced. She was just as easy to talk to as I remembered. When it was time for our kids, we decided to enter the woods to watch a little bit of it from a better vantage point. There was an awkwardness about this, or maybe it was just me and my anxiety. As we stood alone at the top of a small hill waiting for them to go by we got talking. Before long we were talking about our husbands. Usually I am very good at avoiding that subject, it’s much easier to come across as happy if you just don’t talk about your marriage, ever. For some reason I about spilled my guts on how miserable I was. I was shocked when she declared her marriage was less than stellar too.

By the time the race night ended she knew more about my marriage struggles than anyone else in my life, and I bet I knew more about hers than most anyone. This connection I had felt in that campground so many weeks ago was real. escort bursa If nothing else I had found a person I needed in my life, in any way possible, for always.

After the race Timmy and Madi wanted to go get frozen yogurt. I hate frozen yogurt, so I waited to answer until after Jody did. She was up for it and asked if I wanted to go… as if I had a choice. If she was going, so was I! We sat at our own high-top table, the kids found their friends, and all sat together. I was relishing this. The table was small, and round and our hands brushed a few times, each time sending sparks through my body. The awkwardness I had felt for a brief time earlier was gone. All too soon the yogurt was gone, and it was time to leave. I did not want to. But we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.

As in the times before, the only way to settle my mind after time near her was to self-pleasure. My imagination had so much more to work with after spending hours talking and being near her. The few times our skin touched just added to my release. Just remembering how warm the air around her was had me soaking my panties. I fell asleep with only her image on my mind.

Early the next day my phone went off. Usually the only person who texted before 8 am was Evan so I didn’t rush to look at it. I made my coffee and settled down to watch some Orange is the New Black before the kids woke up. I glanced at my phone and realized it was Jody. My heart leapt into my throat. They were going Rving for the weekend. Would Timmy like to go up on Saturday and stay over? Would we like to stay for the whole day he came up? We could swim and have a drink and just chill. I knew she meant more than just me, but all I could see was her and I and hours together. Yes please.

Me-Sure! I’m sure Timmy would love it.

Jody- Bring his bike he and Joe and Madi can ride while we chill.

Yes please.

Me- Okay! I’ll talk to Evan but I’m certain we are up for it.

On Friday I asked Jody how early she wanted us, “anytime after breakfast”. That was music to my ears. A WHOLE day together. Saturday came and we made the ninety-minute drive upstate. The day was amazing, we talked, walked, swam. The pool was crowded, and we had little choice but to be right next to each other most of the time. I used every chance I could to brush my skin up against hers, even for just a second. The warmth of her body near mine set my heart on fire. The husbands and kids rode bikes and swam and did whatever they did. For the most part I was unaware of them.

The day and evening flew by and before long it was time to head back home. Timmy was staying and I was happy for him, and a little jealous. I wanted to reach out and give her a hug goodbye, but I wasn’t certain if we had reached that point in our friendship and I didn’t want to add any more weird to the mix. I was pleasantly surprised when she walked over and gave me the warmest hug I had ever had. I was a puddle of goo in her arms. I tried to compose myself, play it cool, and did my best to hug her back without touching all of her. The way her breasts felt pressed up against mine made that nearly impossible. I know I held on a little too long for a casual goodbye hug, but she didn’t let go right away either. When we both finally did, our arms moving in slow motion as we separated, I could swear a saw a glint of something more in her eyes. Maybe it was my imagination, maybe not. All I knew was that tonight, no toy was going to satisfy my hunger.

As we drove home, I texted Ben, told him I needed to see him. Ben had been my “safe” release for two years. We got home and I said goodnight to Jessie, and went downstairs to what I considered MY bedroom. Evan and I hadn’t shared a bed in years. I sent Ben another text once I heard the unmistakable sounds of Evan snoring that meant he was dead to the world for the next 7 hours. I slipped out my bedroom window not unlike how I used to when I was 16 years old. I climbed into Ben’s truck he had parked down the street and we drove off.

Ben knew he was not who I wanted, but he was also trapped in a crappy marriage and he welcomed his own reprieve. When this started 2 years ago, he wanted more, more than fuck buddies, but that was not in the cards for me. I never wanted another man in my life, not really. Ben was easy, clean and safe, and a great fuck. I felt zero real connection to him and that’s the way I wanted it. He pointed his truck to his favorite no tell motel and I grabbed the wheel. “No, not tonight”. I didn’t have the time or patience to wait. “Drive into the woods”.

The headlights opened up the woods and before long I found myself ass up in the bed of his truck. He plowed me like an Iowa farm boy plows a field. He was the exact opposite of what I wanted, big, strong, gruff. I wanted soft, warm and gentle but this was what I had and I rode it to release, twice. His rough hands pulled on my breasts as we lay spent on the blanket. I wanted him to magically turn into Jody, to feel her warm soft hands on my breasts. There was no magic in the woods this night though. I got dressed and made him drive me home, much sooner than most nights.

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Note: Part 1 of this story was mistakenly (on my part) posted under “Incest” several days ago. To catch up on the story so far please review that posting.

Tom moved around the house quietly the next morning as he got ready for work. Amy was awake but still in bed when he left her with a quick kiss. “I’ll try to come home early,” he said as he left her.

Amy lounged in bed and relaxed as the events of the previous night rolled through her mind once again. She replayed the images of Leslie masturbating over and over trying to burn the images into her mind. She remembered Diana’s touch on her tit and the way her lips felt so soft and wonderful.

Amy realized she must have dozed off again as the next thing she knew a couple of hours had passed and she could hear noises from down in the kitchen and from across the upstairs part of the house. She climbed out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt with nothing underneath. There was no need to grab a robe or worry about being overly modest as there were only women left in the house now, so she headed downstairs.

“Hi mom,” Katie cheerily said as Amy entered the kitchen. Amy was pretty surprised to see that Katie was already dressed and was wearing her coat. Katie had been in the middle of writing a note when Amy entered.

“I didn’t think you would be getting up anytime soon,” Katie continued. “We thought we would head out and I would show my friends around town a bit. You know, show them my old high school and maybe do some shopping. You want to come?”

“No, you kids go ahead,” Amy answered. “I could use a nice cup of coffee and a leisurely read of the paper. Have fun and I’ll hang out with you when you get back.”

Katie gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and went out the door with a wave. Amy heard the girl’s excited conversation start up almost immediately and then heard the car doors close and the engine start before the car drove away.

Amy fixed a fresh pot of coffee and sat down with the paper and a steaming cup. She had been sitting for about 20 minutes when she thought she heard a noise on the stairs. “Hello?” she called out. She thought she was alone and was taken by surprise by the noise of someone else in the house.

“Oh, hi Mrs. Hudson,” Diana said from the stairs. “I hope I didn’t scare you.”

“No, not at all,” Amy lied, “I just didn’t realize anyone else was here.”

Diana walked into the bedroom looking a bit like she had just rolled out of bed which, in fact, she had. Her jet black hair was tangled and her clothes were crumpled from the night’s sleep. She wore a man’s flannel shirt that was probably about two sizes too big for her and faded from age and use. The top three buttons were open exposing Diana’s chest as she stood in the kitchen. Much more could have been exposed, Amy noticed, but the shirt just above where the first button was attached currently happened to be lying together. The shirt came all the way down to just above Diana’s knees and she didn’t appear to have any shorts on underneath.

“Can I get you something for breakfast?” Amy asked.

“I’d love a cup of coffee,” Diana replied, “other than that I’m not a big breakfast eater. Mind if I just look around for something to nibble on?”

Amy poured her a cup of coffee as she told her where she might want to look for things to eat. Diana waited by the table and took a big sip of coffee when Amy offered her the cup. “Thanks,” she smiled at Amy. Amy took her seat again as Diana turned and moved to the refrigerator.

Amy picked up the paper and acted like she had resumed reading, but the reality was that she was watching Diana. Diana opened the frig and leaned inside looking around. Amy noticed the bottom of the shirt had ridden up and exposed more of her thighs. Diana stood up and closed the door turning back toward the table with a yogurt container in her hand. Amy had to look away quickly so Diana wouldn’t catch her staring.

“Is it OK if I have this?” Diana asked holding out the yogurt container.

“Sure,” Amy answered without looking up from the paper. “The spoons are in the second drawer to your right.”

Amy looked up again and immediately noticed that Diana’s nipples were now poking through her top. Amy tried to discreetly watch Diana as she got a spoon and sat opposite the table from her. Diana took the comics and appeared to be engulfed in them and in eating her yogurt.

Amy was confused by what she felt as she watched Diana this morning. She was curiously drawn to watch Diana’s body and had quickly noticed that the younger woman wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits, average in size for her 5′ 5″ frame, swayed erotically as she moved about the kitchen.

Suddenly Amy realized why so many times in her life she had caught guys staring at her tits. She could barely pull her eyes away from Diana’s sweet tits. Seeing her excited nipples had caused a knot to form in Amy’s stomach and she felt a sexual tingle between her legs. “What the hell is going on?” Amy wondered to herself, “How can I be feeling bursa escort like this for another woman?”

In the silence that followed Amy realized how nervous she had suddenly become. Nearly 12 hours earlier she had almost agreed to a lesbian encounter with Diana and now they were alone in the house and seemingly acting like nothing had happened. Amy’s own excitement at Diana’s body and erect nipples surprised her and made her very horny and uncomfortable at the same time.

“So why didn’t you join the other three this morning?” Amy asked trying to break the silence.

Diana answered that she wanted to sleep in. “I’m not sure what got into them,” she continued, “but I sure wasn’t looking for an early start to my first day of vacation.” Diana and Amy both laughed at that statement and there was the briefest pause before Diana made eye contact with Amy. “And,” she paused for a moment as if unsure what to say next, “I was kind of hoping to spend some time with you.”

Amy felt like she had been hit in the stomach with a board. She sat looking into Diana’s eyes not knowing what she should say. Last night in the dark house after spying on Leslie masturbating she had indeed wanted to fuck Diana. She wasn’t really sure why she stopped it with Diana when all of her primal urges wanted her to continue. She supposed it was that she didn’t want to feel like she was cheating on Tom, but somehow that almost seemed a silly idea as Tom had made it clear many times that his greatest fantasy was for her to fuck another women. Maybe she was simply afraid of getting caught with the other three girls being so close. If that was the case there was nothing to stop her now.

As she sat alone before Diana woke up Amy had reflected on the night before as almost like a dream. In the bright light of the morning it seemed very far away and almost as if it didn’t really happen. Amy had convinced herself the encounter meant nothing until she had seen Diana walk into the kitchen and she felt all the same mixed emotions she had in the dark of the upstairs when Diana fondled her tit the previous night.

Amy was suddenly snapped back to the moment by the feel of Diana’s hand touching hers. Amy looked up again at Diana as they sat holding hands across the table. Amy still didn’t know what to say but suddenly she heard words coming from her mouth. “I wasn’t sure what to do,” she paused as she searched for what to say next, “I mean, I’ve never done anything like that before…” Her voice trailed off without any sort of conclusion.

Diana rubbed her hand softly with her thumb and answered back, “Don’t worry, I have.” She stood up from the table and Amy felt herself also standing up. Amy and Diana both moved around the table and stood face to face with only a few inches between their bodies. Diana still held Amy’s hand in one of her hands and took hold of Amy’s other hand as they stood in silence.

Diana tilted her head and moved her lips toward Amy much as she had done to start their kiss the previous night. Just as she had done the previous night Amy responded by moving forward. Their lips met in a very soft and tender kiss that seemed like it lasted ten minutes.

Amy couldn’t believe how excited she was. Her lips gently played with Diana’s and they slowly let their lips slide back and forth together. Amy’s pussy was now tingling and she could feel herself getting wet as their soft kiss continued.

Much to her own surprise it was Amy who advanced things as she let her lips part and extended her tongue until she met Diana’s. Their kiss increased in passion as they let their tongues slide against each other. Amy slipped her tongue inside Diana’s mouth and ran it over her teeth and around her lips and moaned when Diana did the same to her.

Amy had kissed Tom like this thousands of times, but she couldn’t remember when it had this kind of effect on her. The softness of Diana’s lips and skin as they kissed excited Amy. In addition, Amy loved the feeling of Diana’s tits softly rubbing against her own as the two women swayed slightly while they kissed.

Diana was feeling similar excitement as she had never before been with a woman as old as Amy. In nearly all of her encounters with women Diana had been the experienced lover whose role was to nurture along the timid and sometimes clumsy newcomer.

It was true that Amy may not have ever been with a woman before but she clearly was an experienced lover as her kiss sent chills down Diana’s spine. It was tender yet wanting, and the way Amy used her tongue to tease Diana’s mouth only made Diana’s pussy ache in anticipation of what that tongue could do in other places.

As they kissed they held each other’s hands until Diana finally slipped her hands out of Amy’s and wrapped her arms around Amy’s back. Amy did likewise and their embrace became tighter as they began rubbing each other’s backs. Amy could feel their tits pressed firmly together now and couldn’t help but sway her body from side to side slightly to add to the soft friction between them. After many bursa escort bayan more minutes of kissing and caressing in the kitchen Diana broke their kiss momentarily and whispered, “Can we move upstairs?”

Amy smiled and took Diana’s hand as she led the younger woman upstairs into the master bedroom. They resumed their kiss as they stood next to the bed. After a few more minutes Diana again parted their embrace and looked into Amy’s eyes as she asked, “May I give you a massage?”

Diana had used a massage as an excuse to get some of her inexperienced lovers naked and in bed before, but this time she suggested it out of a genuine desire to explore Amy’s body. Diana wanted to be able to touch and explore Amy fully, and she also figured that a massage might help relax Amy. The older woman was definitely game to continue but Diana could feel her nervousness as they kissed.

“Yes,” Amy whispered hoarsely in answer to Diana’s question.

Diana smiled warmly at her and let her hands move to the bottom of Amy’s T-shirt. With a single, slow motion Diana pulled the shirt up and over Amy’s head as Amy lifted her arms to assist. Amy watched Diana as she stared at her exposed tits. Despite being nearly twice as old as Diana Amy’s tits only sagged a tiny bit and held their shape very well. Amy felt her nipples grow tight as she could almost hear the excitement in Diana’s breathing as the younger woman stared at her tits.

Emboldened by the response Amy moved her hands to the drawstring holding her sweats up. She untied the knot and softly pushed the sweats down her legs. They were too big for her anyway and easily fell into a heap around her feet exposing herself completely to Diana. Diana bent over and pulled Amy’s feet out of the sweats before slowly standing back up. As she stood Amy could almost feel Diana’s eyes exploring her naked body and Amy felt herself growing excited at the look of lust on Diana’s face.

Diana guided Amy onto the bed and had her lay on her stomach. Amy turned her head to the side and watched as Diana quickly unbuttoned her flannel shirt before pulling it off. She had been naked underneath and Amy felt a jolt of excitement as she watched the now naked Diana crawl onto the bed with her.

Diana knelt next to Amy and began massaging her shoulders and neck. Diana let her fingers pass over every part of Amy’s soft shoulders and upper back over and over as she could feel her own excitement grow and feel Amy’s body relax. Diana continued the massage by moving to Amy’s lower back. She skipped Amy’s ass and moved down to her feet instead. Diana took her time and softly massaged each of Amy’s legs stopping each time just when her fingers were about to contact Amy’s pussy. She knew her touch was affecting Amy as the older woman’s moans had become more and more sexual as the massage continued. As she finished massaging Amy’s second thigh Diana also became aware of the heavy scent of Amy’s excited pussy.

Finally Diana’s fingers slipped onto Amy’s ass and Amy moaned in response. Diana tenderly massaged Amy’s soft ass and occasionally let her fingers dip between her legs. Diana still hadn’t touched Amy’s pussy but she was coming closer and closer and driving Amy wild with anticipation.

Diana’s own excitement had now grown to a barely controllable level. What she desperately wanted was to flip Amy over and straddle her in the 69 position so both women could wildly suck each other’s pussy. She knew she needed to advance things soon but also didn’t know if Amy was quite ready for that yet. Instead Diana rolled Amy over onto her back and immediately sucked one of Amy’s nipples into her mouth.

Amy let out a long groan as Diana began circling her tongue around and around the hard point. Diana moved from one tit to the other as she let her lips, tongue, and sometimes teeth tease and excite Amy. Amy was moaning over and over at the sensations Diana was giving her. Diana seemed to instinctively know just when and how to touch her for maximum excitement. Tom was wonderful in bed and never left Amy wanting, but something in Diana’s easy style and smooth movements really affected Amy. It was as if Diana could read Amy’s mind and knew just what to do at all times.

With one last swirl of her tongue Diana began sliding down Amy’s body softly licking and kissing her stomach as she moved. As she felt Diana moving down her body, Amy spread her legs in anticipation of feeling Diana’s hot mouth and tongue at her pussy. Amy’s pussy was already dripping wet and she felt an additional charge of excitement and lust when she felt Diana’s tits drag over her pussy as Diana moved herself into position.

Diana stopped with her face just inches over Amy’s pussy and paused for a moment to enjoy the view. Amy had spread her legs wide and her pussy was glistening with wetness. Diana inhaled Amy’s musky scent and then lowered her head to Amy’s pussy.

“Ohh, fuck yes,” Amy moaned as Diana’s tongue almost immediately found her clit and started playing with it. After the expert teasing Diana had escort bursa given her tits Amy couldn’t wait for what she had in store for her pussy. Amy wasn’t disappointed.

Diana mostly used her tongue but also her lips and some suction to quickly tease Amy into a wild frenzy. Amy usually wasn’t overly vocal during sex but she couldn’t stop herself from talking and gasping as Diana drove her wild. Diana had started by teasing Amy’s clit mercilessly but had shifted her attention to fucking Amy with her tongue. Amy was gasping, “Fuck me, that feels so fucking good,” as Diana drove her tongue in and out of her soaked pussy.

Diana then decided to join the dirty talk and asked, “You like this?”

Amy looked into her eyes and simply answered, “Yes.”

“Do you want to cum for me?

“Yes, I want to cum on your face. Please make me cum.”

Diana lowered her mouth to Amy’s pussy again and started to fuck her wildly with her tongue. Suddenly she pulled her tongue out and started to wildly tease Amy’s clit. As soon as Diana’s tongue touched her clit Amy gasped, “Ohhh God,” and could feel herself tense as her orgasm hit her full force.

Amy groaned over and over as she writhed under Diana’s expert tonguing in the throes of her orgasm. Diana continued teasing her clit, although much more gently, after Amy started to cum. Once she felt Amy’s orgasm had passed and could feel Amy’s body relaxing as she tried to regain herself, Diana slipped her tongue back downward and started to lazily lick at Amy’s pussy hole.

Amy was in a state of pure bliss as she was still on her post-orgasm high with Diana licking at her. She moaned softly and purred, “That feels so good.” Diana continued to softly lick and slurp at Amy’s pussy for several long minutes before she eventually pulled herself away and crawled up over Amy.

She lay down on top of her older lover and they kissed deeply. Their tongues swirled back and forth and Amy couldn’t believe how exciting it was to feel the softness of another woman’s lips and face during a kiss. She could taste her own juices on Diana’s face and tongue and knew that she wanted to bring Diana to the same kind of orgasm she had just felt.

They rolled over together so Amy was now on top of Diana and they continued their kiss. As their kiss parted Diana looked softly into Amy’s eyes and said, “Fuck me.” She paused for a moment as she sensed uncertainty in Amy’s eyes before adding, “Don’t worry about what to do. You already know. Just do what feels natural.”

Amy moved her face to Diana’s neck and began bathing her neck and shoulders in soft kisses and gentle licks. Diana moaned and sighed as Amy tenderly explored her. Next Amy moved to Diana’s tits and began by simply massaging them in her hands. Diana groaned again and couldn’t believe how amazing Amy’s touch felt. She knew this was her first time with a woman, but she still had a confidence and purpose to her touch and actions that Diana’s previous young lovers never had. “She may not know how to fuck a woman, but she clearly knows how to fuck,” Diana thought to herself just as Amy lowered her head and began running her tongue around and around the soft flesh of Diana’s tits.

Diana couldn’t remember being this excited or this wet and all she wanted was for Amy to suck her pussy and make her cum. As much as she wanted this she didn’t want Amy to stop sucking her tits as she was driving Diana wild. Amy had softly teased her nipples into two hard points and then had seemingly coaxed them to become even harder and tighter.

Finally Diana couldn’t wait and longer and groaned, “Fuck me. Lick my pussy.”

Amy moved down between Diana’s spread legs and looked at the younger woman’s pussy. It was the first time she had even seen another woman’s pussy spread like this, but somehow she knew exactly what she should do. She lowered her mouth and began teasing the lips and folds of Diana’s pussy with her tongue. It was all new and incredibly unknown and exciting, but at the same time something made it feel familiar and comfortable at the same time.

She continued sucking Diana’s pussy and made sure to tease her clit for a long while. Diana was moving her hips wriggling on the bed as she moaned over and over from Amy’s teasing. Seeing Diana’s response gave Amy more confidence and she continued bathing Diana’s pussy with her tongue. “I can’t take any more, make me cum,” Diana groaned.

Amy hadn’t thought about how she wanted to make her cum, but instinctively she brought her tongue to Diana’s wet hole and started driving it up inside her pussy. Amy hadn’t done this yet and started to fuck Diana with her tongue as the younger woman’s breathing became more erratic and she started pushing her pussy up into Amy’s face.

Amy continued fucking her with her tongue until Diana tensed as she drove her pussy hard into Amy’s face. Amy shoved her tongue as far inside Diana as she could and held it there as Diana groaned, “Oh, fuck,” and started to cum. Diana’s pussy twitched and shook around her tongue and Amy became very excited by the feeling. She held her tongue deep inside Diana’s pussy until her orgasm started to pass and then she pulled it out and started to tenderly kiss and lick at Diana’s dripping wet pussy just as Diana had done to her.

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There I was lying in bed next to a man I had met at a coffee shop. His name was Tom and I had cheated on my boyfriend and cousin: Tony. Our relationship had always been one with passion and love, but recently he had not been treating me like I was the man of his dreams. So within this moment I cheated on him. This man I had met was completely amazing. He treated me so well in bed like I was a prince. The way he made me feel was great, Tony use to make me feel like that, but now I was unsure if we were gonna make it or not.

“So how was that,” he said touching my chest.

“Really good, you made me feel so loved and safe,” I said.

He smiled and kissed me. Then he got up and put on his clothes headed for the door.

“Wait. What about us,” I asked him.

“I think it’s best if we don’t see each other anymore,” he said.

“Why not? How can you be so cold with me when we just fucked,” I said to him.

He walked up to me and kissed my lips. He smiled.

“I have a girlfriend. I know we just fucked, but lately she hasn’t been the same with me. I wanted to know what it was like to be with a man and you showed me how it feels. I like it but I don’t think it’s something I want to do for the rest of my life,” he said.

My heart was crushed as I saw him walk away and shut the door behind him. I cried naked on the bed for hours, I thought to myself how could I cheat on Tony. The man who had loved me and supported me, he loved me. I packed my things because I knew Tony would be asking me to leave this place and his life. With my stuff packed I waited by the door, so he could walk in and dismiss me.

Around four Tony walked into the apartment. He ran up to me kissed me and apologized to me for how he had been treating me. He saw the tears in my eyes bursa escort as well as my things and looked puzzled.

“What’s going on,” he wondered.

“Tony this isn’t easy for me to say and with all that’s been going on with me and you. Well…I cheated on you today,” I finally said.

He looked at me with this face of confusion. Finally he went up to me and just took me in his arms. He kissed my neck passionately and said:

“It’s okay babe. I forgive you this once, but only cause I neglected you. I shouldn’t have done that to you. The truth is you are the most important part of my life and I don’t want to lose you. You’re so beautiful and lovely and I couldn’t imagine my life without you.”

He got down on one knee and pulled out a box. He opened it to reveal a diamond ring inside. I was in tears because I knew what he was going to ask me.

“Will you marry me,” he asked with a smile.

I looked at him and smiled as I took the ring and said:

“Yes of course I will.”

He took me into a kiss that was so full of passion like it did when we had first fucked on that beach a long time ago. We took off each other’s shirts and just held each other. I rubbed my hands all across his chest, his nipples were soft as pillows as I used my tongue to lick them, but then for some odd reason he told me to stop.

“What’s the matter honey,” I said.

“I have a surprise for you,” he said.

Then a man walked in the door. He was 6’2, blue eyed, blonde hair, and very muscular.

“Babe, this is Jeff he works with me and he said he wouldn’t mind helping us out with a fantasy of ours,” he said with a smile.

I was shaking because I had never had a three some before and now I was going to. Jeff removed his shirt and joined in our huddle. bursa escort bayan I looked at Tony as he smiled and I began to kiss Jeff. His tongue was so big and moist just the way I like it. Then he kissed Tony as I rubbed Jeff’s firm chest. I pressed my mouth to his nipples and began to kiss them. Then with my hands I slowly undid his belt and dropped his pants along with his boxers. I was just stunned at what I was looking at. His cock was nine inches unerect and I could see that this was just getting him horny as hell. I grabbed his cock with my hand while I stayed kissing is nipples. Tony and Jeff were still caught in there make out session when I saw his cock grow into a twelve incher. I went up and started to kiss Tony while Jeff undid both of our pants and dropped our boxers. Both of us were already hard Tony had an eight inch cock while I had a seven inch cock. I was the smallest of the group so I guess that means I was going be the girl. We all stood there naked in a three way make out when Jeff grabbed my cock and started to suck on my cock. He licked my shaft with his tongue as Tony got down licking his ass. I was overcome with emotion as he sucked on my dick.

“Oh God, Tony I love you so much for doing this,” I said.

He stopped licking his ass to smile at me. Then he put his dick into Jeff’s ass and began to fuck him nice and slow. I looked at Jeff and kissed him and then stared at his dick. I bent over giving him my ass so he could fuck me with his twelve inch cock. I was scared because I knew his big cock would hurt my ass, but the pain will all be worth it. I took a deep breath as Jeff took his big fat meaty cock and shoved it hard into my asshole.

“Oh shit that hurts,” I said screaming.

But he kept fucking me harder and harder and Tony escort bursa gave it to him from behind. Then Tony stopped fucking Jeff and got in front of me with his cock. I looked at him and smiled as I began to suck his cock. I was being double penetrated by two hot guys; every gay guy’s fantasy was to be doing this. Tony’s cock tasted so good in my mouth and Jeff’s big cock was doing work to my asshole.

“Ah I’m cumming” the both said.

Jeff cummed first, his warm thick man juice filled my ass with pleasure. I was enjoying it when Tony cummed in my mouth, his cum was in my mouth and dripping out as I kept on sucking his flaccid cock. Jeff and Tony both pulled out of me and got on there knees. They wanted my cum in there mouths, so I stood up and began to jerk off. I looked down at there two eager faces they wanted my cum so bad and I was going to give it to them everywhere. The two started to fight over my cock and I just smiled.

“Settle down boys, there’s enough cum for the two of you,” I said smirking.

The two were sucking my cock viciously; I could feel their saliva all around my throbbing cock. I was bound to burst any second; these two hot guys were draining me out with their awesome blowjob skills. Finally, I cummed all over their faces and mouths without warning, and the two boys looked more that satisfied as I looked at them swallowing my cum.

The three of us cuddled on the bed just holding each other tight. Not to much later Jeff got up and left. Tony and I thanked him for such a great time and if we ever wanted to have fun again we would call him. As for the two of us we stayed in bed and cuddled with a few kisses here and there.

A few months later Tony and I moved to New York and got married. We live there now and are thinking of adopting a kid of own, we are ready to take the next step in our life together. Through it all it was fun and I could not have asked for a better husband than Tony. And to think it all goes back to that beach house where we first made love.

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After a wonderful first dinner on the cruise, which ended in a full orgy around the table (I still had the taste of cheesecake and Vernon’s cum in my mouth), I had starting exploring more of the “Dream Cruise.” I had now wandered into the theater to check out the “Bukake” show.

The theater is pretty full, so I’m stuck taking a seat in the back left. There are probably a hundred other people in here. Most of them are fellow guests, but some guys have a “staff member” on their arm as well. They’re remarkably easy to spot, not just because they’re all wearing a tracker watch on their wrist, but also because they’re usually almost-naked. I wish I had requested Evan or a new guy to meet me after dinner so I could someone in tight briefs to feel up during the show… next time.

The house lights go off and a sexy man takes the stage with the microphone. He’s wearing, what else, but tight gold briefs that sparkle under the stage lights.

“Welcome, welcome, welcome!” he calls out. The audience cheers and hollers. “Are you all having a great first night aboard?” I give a huge cheer myself.

“I’m David and I’ll be your coordinator for the night. Are you are definitely in the the right place. We’re not just doing any bukake tonight, but shooting to beat the Dream Cruise record of 82 loads! So we’ll need all your help.” More cheers, of course.

“Let’s meet our contenders for the evening!”

David goes on to introduce three different guys, who come out one at a time in costume and dance to a musical number. All the songs end with them ditching their clothes and coverings, and standing stark naked on-stage for all of us to admire. Even though I’m all the way in the back I can see pretty well, thanks to the screens on stage.

My favorite boy was Jared, who comes out last. He had a large shawl wrapped around his body and then danced in a ballet style around the stage, with much prancing and twirling. With each twirl, the shawl would fly up giving us a flash of skin. For his grand finale, he stood facing the audience, legs spread to make a triangle, and threw the fabric behind him and up into the air, revealing his toned body under a shimmer of sweat, a bit of chest hair, and his hard cock. On the screens, the camera man has zoomed in on it in all its glory, and we watch it bounce up and down.

“Now it’s time to vote on our star for tonight,” says David into the mic, “Text the name to Dream9 starting now!”

The screens now show a running tally of the votes coming in. I’d definitely stay to watch any of the guys get covered in cum, but I vote for Jared. Onstage the lights are off except for a spotlight on our three contenders, who have all turned to face the screen, giving us a nice view of their asses in a row (I make a mental note of all their names – maybe I can fuck all of them before the vacation is over).

“I think at this point we can call it for Jared!” David announces. Jared jumps up and down cheering, which gets the crowd all worked bursa evi olan escort up.

At this point the stage lights come back on, and center stage is now adorned with pillows and blankets. Jared prances over and takes a seat on the floor. David approaches him for a brief interview.

“Hey Jared, how are you feeling?”

“Super excited David, thanks to everyone for voting for me! I can’t wait to get started.”

“You’re a little cum-slut, aren’t you Jared,” David asks, laughing.

Jared’s eyes seem to light up, “Yes sir! This is a dream come true!”

“Well you heard him men! Let’s get started. To get us going, let’s get our second and third place guys over here.”

The two other contenders, still naked and hard, approach Jared. They take positions on either side of him, and Jared rises up to his knees so his mouth is level with their erect cocks. The guy on the left is most eager and grabs Jared’s head and starts to face-fuck him. Jared closes his eyes and takes it, while also starting to jack off the guy on his right. The crowd is in a state of continuous applause.

“While they’re going at it,” interrupts David, “we’ll start getting audience members up here. Listen to the ushers in the crowd and we’ll have everyone come up one by one. Try and time your jacking off so you can orgasm when you’re up here. We need all of you if we’re going to break the record.”

Up front I spot crew members instructing the first row to stand up and start forming a line to go up on stage. Looks like I’ll be one of the last since I’m in one of the later rows, which actually seems best in this situation! I start rubbing my hard cock through my jeans, but don’t take it out just yet.

All of a sudden yells erupt on stage. Both of the guys are cumming at the same time apparently, and the camera man is frantically trying to capture both their faces contorted in ecstasy, and their cock erupting in cum all over Jared. Jared seems absolutely gleeful and is switching back forth between the two cocks, trying to catch in his mouth as much cum as he can. Of course, most of it misses and coats his face and hair. A counter displaying “002” appears on the screen.

“Great start, next!” announces David, and five guys from the audience eagerly climb up on stage with their hard cocks out and surround Jared. He is an eager slut, and tries to give at least a bit of oral to each guy, while stroking off two others. After thirty seconds we get orgasm “003” as a man unloads himself on the boy. This one hits his chest and gets coated up in his chest hair, while still drizzling down to his happy trail. Shortly after, the man Jared is sucking off lets out a moan, and the camera zooms in to show tons of cum dribbling out of Jared’s mouth and down his chin. He gives the cock a final lick and then moves on.

As each man orgasms he leaves the stage, and the crew has a few more go up. What follows over the next thirty minutes or so is a horny-blur altıparmak escort to me. I’m full-on jacking off in my seat, but desperately making sure I don’t cum too soon.

Jared takes on many positions throughout the show. Sometimes he lays on his back, and the camera angle is from above, as he gets showered with cum in all directions. Then he switches over to his belly so they can get his back. Five loads are shot directly onto his ass, and cum starts to pool up between his cheeks. The next guy mounts Jared, lathers up his cock with all the cum, and then fucks him for a little bit. Jared doesn’t resist at all, in fact in no time he’s screaming, begging to be fucked harder and for more cum up his asshole, and the guy doesn’t last long, orgasming shortly after.

“Wonderful, wonderful!” says David, “But everyone do try to cum on him, where we can see!” as the man shuffles off the stage grinning.

We reach “050” and David calls a break. He approaches Jared again with the mic.

“How are you doing, cumslut?” he asks with a smirk.

Jared is standing up, literally dripping with cum. Fifty loads in his hair, on his face, and coating his entire body.

“I’ve never been this horny in my life,” Jared exclaims. “I feel completely covered, completely violated and exposed, and look how turned on I still am!”

The audience cheers, and the camera zooms on his cock, which is still hard and covered in a gooey layer of other men’s cum. Drops of cum are literally coming off the tip of his penis and onto the sheet on the floor.

“Okay well then, let’s keep going!” David has opened up the floodgates again, a couple more eager men hop up on the stage, and Jared resumes the position.

The next dozen or so orgasms go by quicker, as now everyone going up from the audience has had more time to watch and jack off, and have trouble containing themselves. Jared seems to be getting a bit tired after sucking so much cock and being fucked over and over, but he’s still eager and into it. Even after the awesome fuck-session at dinner, I’m horny and slowly stroking myself again in my seat watching everything unfold. How could you not be?

As the counter approaches 082, the usher boys have reached my aisle and are motioning for us to head towards the stage. As I approach I take a look at Jared straight-on, instead of on the cameras, and admire how’s he’s glistening in cum – absolutely coated – under the stage lights. Whenever he crawls around on-stage to get into position for another fucking, or to get the next guy’s cock down his throat, he’s literally slipping around in a pool of cum.

The guy is front of me goes up, and I realize that I’m all set to be guy number 83! The record breaker! The man cums across Jared’s chest pretty quickly, adding to the thick, gooey coating.

“Hi sir! Come on up!” David says to me, motioning me to climb up the steps, “You’re going to be our lucky record-breaking orgasm tonight. Are you excited?”

“I’m ready to cum all over this bitch!” I yell into the mic. The audience cheers.

I quickly strip off, and I climb on top of Jared who is laying on the sheet. He’s gorgeous up close, and I take a minute to run my hands all over his cum-soaked body, teasing his nipples, and finally giving his rock-hard cock a stroke. Do they give him drugs, or is he really still horny after all this time, I wonder? He twitches and spasms at every touch. I decide to slip my finger up his asshole, which is loose and absolutely slippery with cum, and tease his prostate. He’s moaning like crazy, which everyone can hear because David is bent over holding the microphone up to him. The camera men zoom in on his cock, which is actually pumping out precum still.

I slip in my hard cock and start pounding into him. His back arches up to give me a good angle, and he is moaning like crazy, slipping all over the pool of cum on the floor, pushing the pillows everywhere. It feels so hot, fucking him onstage, with the attention of the crowd, and knowing I get to be the 83rd person to unload on his slutty body tonight.

I think David can tell I’m getting close, because he reminds me to try and cum somewhere on Jared where everyone can see, especially for the record-breaking shot. Right when I feel it coming I pull out. Jared scrambles on his knees and puts his face right up to my cock, and I start spewing cum all over his face. He’s rolling his face around trying to get shots of it everywhere. Then he gives me a smile, mouthes “thanks” to me, and David is calling up the next guy in line.

As I exit the stage and get dressed, I feel so satisfied. I turn around and see a huge line of men queuing up, some of them audience members going up for a round two, and I realize Jared is going to easily exceed a hundred loads tonight.

But at this point, I’m spent. It’s been an amazing first day and I it’s time to call it a night. I head back to my room.

While I was gone they had turn-down service, including a chocolate on my pillow. I smile imagining a cute crew member cleaning up the sheets covered in cum and lube from when I fucked Evan on them. Maybe it was even Evan himself who fixed up my room!

I climb into bed with the tablet on log on. I make sure to give Jared five stars, and I’m pleased to see photos from his bukake adventure being uploaded by various guests, including a video of Jared orgasming after it was all over. His hips thrust over and over, and he shot all the way up to his face, before settling down, panting heavily.

I pop back to the menu with all the crew members and spot a cute guy named Robert who is listed as available and near my cabin. I realize – why waste a night by sleeping alone? With the press of a button he’s gotten a ring to his smartwatch and I watch as his location approaches my door.

I greet him at the door. He’s wearing a pair of short-shorts and looks amazing. “Hey,” he says with a smile, “what can I do for you tonight?” I let me know I’m actually ready to sleep, and could he just cuddle with me for the night, and maybe we’ll fuck in the morning.

“Sounds good to me, anything you say,” he says, “do you want me in underwear or naked?”

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Living in suburban Amherst, Mass, you get used to a quiet lifestyle. Not much happens. You go to school or work, and then spend evenings at home with family and the weekends meeting your extended family. This is especially true for a family with a conservative Indian background like mine where you are encouraged to grow within the clan. There comes a point where you begin to despise family and just want to get away from everything – from all the family politics and backstabbing that comes with it and from all the confining and limiting thoughts this set up brings.

My mom had noticed this change in me. This story is from four years ago. I was in my final year in college and was looking at maybe three or four different job offers. Being an IT guy in the Internet boom era, I had my options. I could have taken a job in sunny California, or decided to move down the I-95 to New York where I had no more uncles and second cousins to deal with.

I am purely speculating as to whether this had anything to do with my disillusionment toward family and my disdain for living at home during college. But it might have been, because she was the one who made the first move. Maybe she wanted me to stay home with her and never leave. I don’t even know if what she did counted as a move. All I know is I reacted naturally and did what everyone else would have done.

Now my mom is an attractive woman. She is petite, about 5’3” and 110 lbs. The B-cup tits sat nicely on her chest and bounced in a rhythm as she walked around the house like a free spirit. As far as I remember, I was probably born with oedipal thoughts in mind! Ever since early puberty, I had been attracted to her body. I thought it was natural. She was young then, attractive, full of energy and her supple assets were always there to distract my attention from whatever I was doing and just focus on her and her aura.

Despite my extreme horniness, I obviously never could get myself to even think about letting her know what I thought. But I can swear that whenever I kissed a girl or made love to one, my mother was the person who I was thinking of. My partner’s lips became my mother’s, her tits became my mom’s B-sized mounds of love, and her ass became the shape of my mom’s ass. This was just part of my fantasies. Never had I thought I was ever going to touch her sexually or see her naked and those types of things. Yes I made love to other females thinking about her and when single, jerked off to her occasionally but nothing intense. I guess I was just another horny son who fantasized about his attractive mom. The only difference is, now I can say I lived through some of the stuff I used to think about, and I am not sure how it has affected our relationship.

Dad was never home during the day. He owned (and still owns, yes he is not retired), a gas station just outside Amherst. I used to be home after class. My hanging out and partying days were over by the last semester in college. I had to get by with 18 college credits and my research and all of this wasn’t easy. In between my research breaks, I went out to see my friends or just stayed home playing computer games, or just jerked off. I guess a mother knows what her son is up to. Or maybe my mom knew. She always gave me my space. It was almost like she knew I had to jerk off and was never around when I needed some time to myself. She either went out to get grocery or went and visited a friend or just hung out in the other corner of the house. I don’t know what she thought and what went on in her mind.

One day as I came home from school, I heard she was in the bathroom and the shower was on. Mom always took long showers and I knew she probably just went in. I had heard the shower turn on just as I passed the bathroom. I just went about my business. I went into the other bathroom, took a shower and came out. I had my research project on my mind but I didn’t want to hit the books quite yet. This was October, and I wanted to watch a little sports TV. So I turned it on and just lounged on the couch, flipping channels. Mom was going to come out of the shower and give me some food. I intended to start studying after I had lunch with mom. I was just thinking about this when I heard her call my name:

“Raja… Beta…Tum aa gaye?” she yelled in Hindi (Indian) from the bathroom. (Raja…Son! Are you home?)

“Yeah Ma. Khana chahiye”. (Yes Mom, I want something to eat), I yelled back from the living room.

“Raja yeh bulb fuse ho gaya hai bathroom ka. Bulb change karna ho ga!” she called out. (Raja the bathroom light just went out, you have to change it.)

“Ok! I will change it right now….”

I yelled and walked towards the kitchen, without thinking much; my mind was still focused on the TV announcer. I grabbed a light bulb and obediently walked toward the bathroom, all the while listening to the TV and just paying attention to what was going on there. But when I reached the bathroom door, I realized mom was still in the shower.

The bathroom door was now quarter open for me, as bursa yabancı escort she had peeked out to let some light in. She didn’t want to stumble in the dark I guess.

“Ma here is the bulb…”

“Beta tum laga do, mera haath nahi jayega” (Son you have to change it, I can’t reach the bulb).

The light fixture was on the ceiling and she was not tall enough. I probably needed to stand on the edge of the tub too to reach the ceiling.

“Ok then come out,” I said, a little vexed.

“Kaise aaon? Sabun laga hai!”, she replied. (How can I come out? I have soap all over my body).

“Dho lo na!” (Wash then…), I said hurriedly.

I knew this was going to be just a painful encounter as I was talking to my mom naked in the shower, and I was just going to be left out jacking myself off dry all alone, all turned on by this situation! And I had no interest in this.

“Kaise andhere mein dho loon? Aur geeli bahar aa jaon? Beemar nahi hona! Pagal!” (How can I wash in the dark? And how can I come out wet? I don’t want to get sick! Stupid!)

“Ugh Ma! Fir towel bandh lo?” (Ugh Ma! Then wrap a towel!)

“Sabun pe kaise towel bandh luun buddhu?) she laughed. (How can I wrap the towel when there is soap all over my body).

“Ugh!!! kaise bulb fuse hua aik dum??” (Ugh Ma, how did the bulb just go out?), I was frustrated.

“Change karo jaldi se, andhere mein kuch dikh nahi raha! Aur sardi lag rahi hai.” (Son please change the bulb quickly, I can’t see anything in the dark and I am cold!). She said forcefully.

“Tum kahan ho?” (Where are you?)

“Darwaje ke peechey” (I am behind the door).

“Tum tub mein jao to mein andar aaon…” I said, still feeling bothered. (Ok then get in the tub so I can come in.) I just wanted to stay on the couch and watch TV, and now I was forced to be so close to my naked mom and change a stupid light bulb!

As I was thinking this, she came out from behind the door and walked to the tub. From the little opening she kept to let some light into the bathroom, I could see her naked body move out and step into the tub. And this is when I realized how sexual this situation was!

She had her long beautiful hair wrapped on top of her head in a towel and had soap all over her lower body. I saw her beautiful creamy ass walk past me and into the tub. As she lifted one leg to step in, my heart skipped a beat. I also saw the silhouette of her luscious tits with the quarter-size right nipple standing upright from the cold! What a sight! Her ass crack was all I could think of. And what lay at the end of it. The doorway to a man’s heaven!

The object of my desire, the beautiful heavenly body of hers, was now standing naked from me, only a few feet away.

She stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain shut.

“Chalo aa jao.” (OK son come in).

“Acha Ma…”

I said ok and opened the door wide to let as much light in as I could. The door opened with a creak. Our hold house was falling apart I thought.

Thinking this, I flipped the light switch to the off position and held the bulb in my left hand. My dick was semi-hard by now. My brain was playing still images of her naked ass walking by me, albeit for about 2 seconds, into the tub. All images contained one common purpose. I wanted to see if there was light at the end of her tunnel. What lay at the end of that ass crack and whether I could see it. Heaven knows I had been lusting after this for so long. I just wanted to lick her pussy and lick it dry while I felt her soft and supple boobs!

Trying to ignore these thoughts, I looked up at the burned out light bulb.

“Ugh… Tub pe charna parega,” I groaned as I tried to stand on the side of the tub. (Ugh! I have to climb onto the tub edge).

“Beta dekh ke dekh ke!” (Son be careful!), she said plainly.

The shower was turned off and my mom was just standing behind the shower curtain, naked and with soap all over her body. I was now sporting a full and complete hard on which I am sure was sticking out of my lose pajamas. I was not too concerned about that as I was sure she couldn’t notice it from behind the shower curtain. And it was dark anyway.

I am very close to being six feet tall but this freaking ceiling was quite high. I slowly stepped on the ledge and exhaled loudly as I tried to reach up.

“Kiya hua?” (What’s going on?), she asked.

“Haath nahi jaa raha!” (I can’t reach!) I exclaimed.

It was just now that I realized my head level was above the shower curtain pole! If I wanted I could take a peek over the curtain and into the tub where she was standing naked. This blew my mind. My heart beat must have raced all the way to about one thousand! Should I? I think the question was could I? Or could I not?

I struggled with the idea. All of these thoughts were just coming in and whizzing out of my mind. I was still trying to reach the ceiling.

“Beta koi stool le ao”, she said. (Son get the step ladder or something)

“Nahi bursa sınırsız escort nahi…” (No no!) I insisted as I kept panting and trying to reach up.

Now I just couldn’t help it. This was it. I had to see her! I just had to!

“Aray aray beta dhiyaaan se… acha?” (There there son, be careful, ok??)

As she was saying the OK, and looking up to see where my hand was, my eyes met hers. I had looked over the shower curtain and looked straight into her eyes.

Her beautiful black eyes were shining in the dark, looking dead straight at mine! The long eyelashes batted up and down several times as she noticed me staring at her for about 2 seconds. If you look a person straight in the eye, you can see their entire body, and that’s exactly what happened.

She immediately covered her naked breasts with her arms and crossed her legs to conceal her pussy.

“Upar dekho…” she said sheepishly and then looked down herself. (Look up…)

I immediately moved my eyes away. My heart skipped a beat as I was now trying to absorb what I had just seen.

She was so cute! The way she had asked me to “look up” (and not at her body) just made me fall in love with her. She was so vulnerable there, so dependent. She needed my help and her loving son was there to help her. She didn’t seem angry, I thought to myself. After all, I was there helping her. And she had called me in herself.

“Maa haath nahi jaa raha, mein fisal na jaaon?” I said in a shaking voice. (Mom I can’t reach up, my foot might slip.)

I was not scoffing anymore. My frustration had vanished and any thoughts I had about the TV were long gone. I just wanted to stay right here, in the bathroom, with her. I wanted to delay this bulb replacement process as much as I could, so I could stay in there. It gave me a weird kind of pleasure, even though I was delaying this in the name of help.

Now I was looking down at her again. Her arms were still covering her boobs and she was looking up at me, trying to get comfortable with the situation. Her body was heavenly, and every inch was so smooth and silky! She did not have a hint of hair on her upper body. I couldn’t see her crotch though. It was too dark down below and her pussy was covered with pubic hair. Her legs were still crossed and her boobs covered with her forearms, as she was now replying to me.

“Mein tumhari taang pakar loon? Phir tum try karo…” (Let me hold your leg? Then you try to reach up, ok?)

“Haan.” (ok) I affirmed in a hoarse voice.

To hold my leg now, she had to move her arms away from her breasts. Her cheeks were flushed as she looked white as a ghost. We both knew there were better alternatives to this. She could have said the heck with it, and wrapped the towel around her soapy body and walked out covered.

I could have gone back out and gotten a step ladder from the yard. But there was something else at work here and it was too subliminal to be put into words. She knew I was still looking at her, scaling every part of her body that was visible in the dark.

“Oye Raja! Mein tumhari taang pakarti huun, phir tum upper dekho, acha?” (Eh.. hello Raja! Let me hold your leg, then you look up, ok?) , she said in a hoarse voice, and kind of loudly to snap me out of the trance I was in, looking at her naked body from the top.

She was asking me to look up so I didn’t look at her body! But how could I have obliged? How could a normal human being just turn away from the sight of heaven?

As I was staring intently, and she was looking straight into my eyes, she moved one of her arms away from her chest so she could grab the shower curtain. Now she had only one arm to cover her tits.

As she switched arms, her tits hung free in the air for about a split second and that was enough to rejuvenate my hard on. My dick twitched in my pajamas as her quarter-sized shiny brown nipples showed their glory. They were erect, all twisted upward and staring at me, just as her eyes were. I let out a sigh.

She then looked down and moved forward, towards my leg so she could shift the shower curtain a little to the side and took out her arm to hold my leg.

“Upar dekho ab!” (Look up!) She repeated her “look up” mantra, in a moaning sound, pleading me not to look at her naked body once again.

“Haan haan!” (Yes I am!) I stretched out the “am” to convince her I wasn’t looking at her butt.

“Aray Maa nangi hai bey sharam…” she laughed. (Mom is naked you naughty creature!)

I laughed in response, I couldn’t say anything substantial. The word “nangi” (naked) was stuck in my mind. It echoed “nangi… nangi…” over and over. I was losing it!

Her head was now sticking out from one side of the shower curtain and her left hand was holding my right leg in a tight grip. Her head was at the level of my crotch and she had to be blind not to notice my hard on. It was so prominent!

Meanwhile, I was still peaking over the curtain and enjoying the beautiful görükle escort view of her naked back and the top of her ass crack.

I looked down now into her eyes, peeking out from the side of the shower curtain. I could tell she was really embarrassed as her cheeks were totally red now. Her eyes had a static look, as if to tell me she was only objecting to me looking at her just for the sake of saying it and she really didn’t mind it. At least I hope that’s what her eyes were saying to me.

“Ugh!”, I groaned as I turned my head away from her eyes, and reached up again.

My leg slipped a little, but she was holding it tight.

“Dekh ke Raja…” (Watch out Raja)

I looked back down at her and found her staring at the pole sticking out of my pants.

Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. As horny as I was, this was really an awkward moment. My own mother was naked in front of me and she could stare at my erect penis making a tent in my pajamas. There was not much left to say! She knew why it was hard and I knew that she knew it.

But she looked calm. She looked away, pretending as if she hadn’t even noticed it. I was expecting her to say something about it any second now. Part of me wanted to bury myself with shame! The other part – well, it just wanted pleasure. Even though she was my mother. My very own mother. But the fact remained that I had lusted after every inch of her body ever since I remember getting a hard on and wet dreams.

I was still pretending to reach up for the bulb, with my cock inside the pajamas rocking up and down with my movements. Her eyes were focused on the cock movements. I was peeking down from the corner of my right eye, waiting to see how long she could stare at it intently without saying anything. My embarrassment had long gone away. I just wanted to see what happened now.

“Raja ladder le ao. Ma kitni dair se nangi khadi hai dekho! Sardi lag rahi hai ab. Darwaja bhi khula hai, hawa aa rahi hai.” (Raja please go and get a step ladder. See how long mom has been naked now. I am cold too, the air is coming in through the open door).

She wanted me to go get a step ladder? Was this it?

“Ok Ma. Theek hai…” (Ok, fine). I said, giving up and letting out a long sigh.

I didn’t know how this would go. I had seen her naked all over and she had noticed my hard on in my pajamas and hadn’t said a word about it yet. Of course, I hadn’t made any effort to hide I either, which I am sure was giving her ideas too.

She had encouraged my every move until now. Now she was telling me to get it over with soon?

I kept thinking these things as I stepped off the side of the tub and started to walk out.

“Darwaja khula chor do Raja…” (Don’t close the door Raja), she said moving her body behind the shower curtain.

“Acha Ma” (Ok) I said as I walked out.

I went to the yard and brought a step ladder back. She was still behind the shower curtain but the shower was now on!

I could see the water falling down through the semi-translucent shower curtain on her naked body as she washed the soap off. I could see her moving her hands all over her tits and then down towards her crotch. There had been enough light in the bathroom coming from the open door for her to wash the soap off before, wrap and towel and come out. But she hadn’t done it before I climbed the tub and tried to change the bulb, but now she was showering! I now had real hopes she wanted to do something.

“Ma tum ne pani kaise chala diya?” (Ma you turned the water on?). I had to yell so she could hear me. “Pehle to nahi chala rahi thee?” (Why didn’t you do so before?)

“Aray sabun laga tha badan pe, khujli aa rahi thee”. She yelled back from the shower. (I had soap on my body for so long, it was drying up and I was beginning to itch!) She said as she continued to wash.

“Acha…” (Ok) I was going to continue as she cut me off:

“Haan lekin theek tarah se dhula nahi…” (Yeah but I can’t wash it off right).

Why had she thrown that in? I ignored the comment and went ahead with the task at hand:

“Ma mein ladder pe char ke try karta huun.” I said. (Ma I am going to climb the ladder and try now.)

“Haan theek hai. “ she replied.

So I climbed the step ladder, changed the light bulb and flicked the switch on. The new bulb was all right. I could now clearly see her silhouette through the semi-translucent shower curtain. Her boobs were sticking out like two melons on her chest, and she was rubbing her hands on her nipples, pretending to wash them.

“Theek hai? Ho gaya.” (Is it ok Mom? I am done.) I asked plainly and started to move the ladder out, when she exclaimed:

“Aray aray Raja beta!” (Wait , wait, Raja, son!)

“Ji Ma?” ( Yes, Ma?)

“Meri kamar pe sabun laga do gey?” (Raja, son can you please rub soap on my back?)

“Acha? lekin…” I stuttered. (Yeah? , but…)

She was naked! How could I have? And she understood.

“Lekin kiya?” She teased. (But… what?)

“Sabun to laga tha abhi!” (But you just had soap on!)

“Bataya to hai sookh gaya tha, khujli aa rahi thee iss liye dho diya!!” (Didn’t I just tell you it was drying and I was itching so I had to wash it off. I couldn’t do it right!)

“Pehle kaise lagati thee fir?” (Well, how did you do it before?)

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For new readers, know that this story is a sequel to both “Ariadne’s Dreams” and “Barry’s Sluts: Suzanna”, which are available on my authors’ page. I do my best to make each story stand on its own, but if you want to understand some of the slight references or know the history of the characters, I suggest reading those stories first. For those who read and enjoyed those series, know that this story bounces perspectives a lot; I have accumulated such a large cast of characters that I sometimes feel compelled to flesh out more than one point-of-view. Of course, I always make sure I keep things clear and understandable for my audience.

As always, I hope you enjoy it, and I welcome all ratings, comments and suggestions. I tend to listen to every ounce of feedback I receive.

******

“Fuck no.”

Barry’s voice hesitated on the other line, his breath calm and clear, but heavy with confustion, even before he answered. “Say what?”

“Essentially, I said ‘Fuck no, I won’t marry you, Shithead.’ But I abridged it to just ‘Fuck no’.”

Rather than seeming offended, his next response was more bewilderment than anything. “And why the hell not?”

“Are you a retard or something?” Suzanna snapped. “You disappear on me for months, you get some old cougar pregnant with two of your kids in the meantime, you buy my business of employment—effectively making yourself my boss—and then just ask me to marry you? Over the phone, no less? What the fuck do you think I am, stupid?”

The line was silent on both ends for a heartbeat. Then, Suzanna continued.

“You owe me at least another fuck first. You’ve been fucking your sweet old momma ever since you left me, and what is she? Over forty now? Hmph. Not much challenge for a fit young boy like you is it? You might be out of practice, so how do I even know you can keep up with a girl my age?”

“Hah. You’ve got a point there,” Barry agreed.

“Fuck right I do,” Suzanna said triumphantly.

By the next morning, Barry had cleared up that little misunderstanding with a third load of cum into Suzanna’s holes.

******

Though he hadn’t even announced his visit, that didn’t stop Suzanna from expecting him. After picking up his car from a garage near the airport, Barry had driven straight to her place, directly after a 1700-mile flight. The moment he opened her door with his spare key, Suzanna was already eagerly waiting in bed . . . the bed they had once shared together for months . . . dressed in little beside a translucent pink teddy. Barry shed his clothes as he made a beeline for the room, slammed the door behind him and pointed to the floor. An instant later, Suzanna was on her knees, slobbering over his erect cock, ravenously devouring it like a starving child who hadn’t eaten in weeks.

“God, I’ve needed this,” she purred desperately. “Don’t you ever make me go this long without this again!”

As always, she took the length his of shaft into her throat with no trouble, and the feeling of his head lightly stabbing her tonsils made her cum. Barry groaned pleasurably as he emptied himself in Suzanna’s mouth, and she swallowed every drop of it. She then sucked and licked him back to hardness within minutes, and in mere nanoseconds, he ripped the teddy right off, threw the tattered rags to the floor, slammed Suzanna onto the bed with Herculean might, and plunked his cock into her pussy.

She wrapped her arms and legs around his body, clinging to him with all her might, never letting him escape her again. She was moaning fiercely as Barry fucked her hard and mercilessly, exploring her mouth with his tongue even as his hips hammered their bodies into her mattress. Tasting his own cum inside of her mouth seemed to make him even more excited, and Barry fucked her with a fervor that was unsual—even for him. The bed quaked with the intensity of their fucking—no, of their love-making. Suzanna was hopelessly in love with this man, and his cock . . . his body . . . was the only one she couldn’t live without. She may have fucked strangers on camera for a living, but only Barry satisfied her on both physical and emotional levels.

Within minutes, he’d cum a second time, deep inside of her cunt.

The fact that Suzanna hadn’t even had her second orgasm yet would have been a problem with any other man, but not with Barry. The second he pulled his cock out of her oozing cunt, he flipped her body onto all fours with her ass raised toward him. Then his cock was right back inside and pounding away, without an ounce of hardness or stamina lost. In fact, the intensity of the fucking left her gasping for breath desperately, but Barry didn’t even seem slightly winded.

She clawed at the wall like an animal in heat while her lover slammed his hips into her again and again. She felt the entire length of his shaft as it slid effortlessly in and out of her narrow tunnel, stimulating every inch of her cunt. Barry grabbed her hips with ferocity, and quickly forewent any tenderness bursa escort bayan or mercy. He pounded her aggressively, roughly, forcing her to try and balance herself to avoid having her body slammed against the wall. The sudden violent thrusts caused her to begin screaming “Oh yes! Oh yes! Barry, my God, Barry!” as she let him do with her body what he wished.

Finally, they both came at the same time, and Suzanna found herself so winded that she had to reluctantly deny Barry a fourth run.

“Fuck! Hold up a minute,” she gasped. “I . . . I at least need to catch my breath.”

Barry laughed. “Who can’t keep up with who now, Ms. Chain-Smoker?”

She clawed him playfully, her nails only creating a minor scratch on his chiseled, adamantine body. “Oh fuck you. I’m not that bad.” But quickly she considered. “But, I can see that the way you fuck, I might have to quit. I refuse to have any excuse that’ll keep your cock outside my pussy.”

As she stroked his handsome face, Suzanna purred lustfully, pleased that his time in Chicago hadn’t affected his physical performance. No, that wasn’t quite true—he was different . . . better. Even Barry used to get a bit winded after cumming twice in short succession, but now, he was able to continue fucking heartily even after that. She hated to admit it, but somehow, all of that incestuous fucking he’d done in the past year had actually improved him as a lover. For the first time in months, Suzanna found herself feeling envious of Barry’s mother. How dare that slut get more out of Barry’s magnificent cock than she did?

She noted that he’d certainly put on some extra muscle—he not only boasted the cut physique that had made her mouth water months ago, but he was even more massive than before. He’d obviously been doing some lifting and training in his time away, and it only made her that much more excited to have him slamming his mass against hers over and over.

He felt her hands exploring the extra pounds of muscle and smiled. “I’ve been taking to the gym lately. Building mass and taking up some boxing. Not surprising, considering how much I’ve always liked rough contact.”

He wasn’t kidding—she knew Barry had played football in high school, and the best thing about when he fucked her was t that he treated her body roughly, but at the same time, knew exactly how to attend to all her most tender needs. His thrusting wasn’t sweet or gentle; Barry fucked her like an animal fucked its bitch, with his hands gripped her body like claws holding her in place, not daring to let her go until he was finished with her. And yet, Barry picked up on her body language—he noticed when Suzanna’s moaning increased, or when she shook as his head touched her g-spot. He knew how to make subtle adjustments to give her just what she needed to climax intensely, all the while fucking with pure reckless abandon.

He knew just how to make her putty in his hands, and his ego wasn’t hurt if she rubbed her clit and made herself cum while he penetrated her. Suzanna couldn’t help but smile at the fact that this meant all of his “studying” had paid off. Barry had first met Suzanna because he wanted to learn “everything” there was to know about sex, and he was determined to become a sexologist—a professional expert in every field related to sex. He had begun to devote his entire life to exploring the fathoms of carnal pleasure, and unlocking the maximum experience to be gained from sensuality.

As thought back on her long, hard climax, she could see that he was well on his way to doing just that.

Finally, Suzanna pounced on top of him again, ready to ride him in a long, slow grind. As she gazed down at him, she took his hand gently and slipped each of his fingers into her mouth, one by one. Barry’s other hand reached around and took a firm grip of her ass, pinching her flesh hard, until the pain made her moan.

“Yes, Barry. I will.”

“You will, what?” he asked confusedly.

“God, what do you think? I’ll marry you, you idiot,” she barked. Just saying those words electrified her, making her whole body tingle. “Uhgn . . . I don’t ever want to lose you again.”

“To lose me, or my cock?” Barry questioned.

“I don’t want to lose either,” she admitted. “I love to fuck you, Barry, but I love to be with you even more. I’ve missed you all this time, and I can’t ever see you out of my life again.”

Tenderly, Barry reached up and drew her close to him, allowing her to lay her naked body against his, until her tits were smashed tightly against his chest. He kissed her lovingly, wrapping his arms around her waist as he came inside her a third time.

******

“So . . . what about your mother . . .?” Suzanna asked in the afterglow, their bodies pressed together, sharing mutual warmth.

“This was her idea,” he explained. “Ma doesn’t want to be my wife. She just wants to be my slut.”

“Not that I can’t see how they differ, but . . . why couldn’t she just be both? Not legally nilüfer escort because of your relation of course, but at least in spirit? Why would she want to share you with me?”

“Well, it’s a bit . . . complicated. Crazy as it sounds, Ma likes being just ‘property’. She loves it when I refer to her only as ‘Slut’, and she likes having me parade her around as my slave, especially with a leash or something equally dehumanizing. She really gets off on the objectification. Ma enjoys believing that she’s surrendered herself to me, heart and soul, her body nothing except a receptacle for my cum.”

Suzanna ran a sensual finger along the curves of his chest. “Now that last part, I understand.”

He smiled at her, and his cock began springing back to life.

“So how do you want this to work?” she asked him, “I want you to move back to Fresno with me, but . . . you’ve lived in Chicago all your life.”

“Well, now that I own Stallion Productions, I’ll have to be in California regularly anyway. I’ve got the dough now, so, I’m considering renting a house somewhere nearby.”

Her mouth fell. Barry was that wealthy? “Really—?”

“Yeah,” Barry said with a smile. “But first, I think we should all do some traveling for a while. Now that we’ll have the money and I’m close to graduation, there’s a Sexology school I want to study at in Germany for a little bit, and I know I’ll stay focused better if I have you there with me. You always knew how to help manage my time and . . . motivate me to be at my best.”

“Sounds good, honey,” Suzanna agreed. “Maybe I can study there, too. I’ve already finished my Masters, and I’ve been trying to figure out what to do next.”

“I figured you’d say that. And it’ll be fun, especially since Germany’s sorta lax on nudism laws. I’ve enjoyed the fact that my Ma and I live in the middle of nowhere inside a little bumblefuckian Chicagoland suburb where we can go natural all day, every day. And I know it’ll only get better with you there, love.”

“Mmmm . . . I’m getting wet just thinking about it, darling,” Suzanna purred. “So what about my job? I mean, now that you own the studio, you technically get to tell me what to do, but . . .”

Barry grinned fiendishly. He obviously knew that this question would come up. “I’ve been working out some ideas for streaming live porn events on the internet.”

Suzanna’s eyes sparkled. “You’ll . . . let me keep doing what I’m doing?”

He seemed shocked by her response. “Of course I will.”

“I just mean . . . Baby, you basically want to take me as your wife, but you’re willing to let me be fucked by strangers on camera. Wouldn’t you feel jealous . . .?”

He chuckled. “Do you plan to bring any of your co-stars home and spend months rehabilitating them from a shot to the leg, or wherever?”

She scoffed. “Of course not.”

“Then what the fuck do I have to be jealous of? You proved your love a long time ago, and now it’s time for me to do the same.”

She kissed him tenderly. “And you did that when you saved me, my love.”

“That’s old hat. Time for me to step it up,” Barry nodded. “Besides, you love it, so I have no right to ask you to stop. You were doing it long before you met me, and it makes you happy. It wouldn’t be fair for me to try and take it away from you.”

Tenderly, Suzanna cooed, “I would stop in an instant. If you asked.”

“So you say, but I think that’s puppy love talking, and you’d eventually come to regret it, even if you never said so. But anyway, I won’t. If it’s something you feel you want to give up some day, then you’re free to do so. But, I’ll never ask you to. As long as it makes you happy, it makes me happy.”

He grinned evilly. “Besides, I like the idea of having a damn hot slut for a wife, getting her legs spread for the entire world to see but crawling into my bed and begging for me to fuck her. So, to put it bluntly: you’re free to get all of the fucking you want and be paid for it, and of course, you’ll always have my cock to come home to.”

“Then that’s all I care about.” She lovingly laid her head on his chest.

“When we get to Germany, I’ll see what we can do to set up that whole live stream idea. It’s not easy to implement, but I think I’ve got it figured out. I’ve already done a few . . . er . . . test runs myself just to see how feasible an idea this is.”

“‘Test runs’?”

“Heh . . . yeah. Ma and I have already done a few live incest fuck sessions online. We’ve gotten a few thousand followings. But we keep our identities secret, of course.”

Suzanna frowned. “You bastard. I told you that if you ever fucked on camera, I got first dibs!”

“Aw, sorry, baby. But technically it wasn’t even ‘on camera’. Just shitty webcam.”

Her frown didn’t dissipate, but her voice softened. “But still . . .”

“I promise, I’ll make it up to you,” he said with a kiss. She smiled, satisfied because she knew Barry always kept his promises. “And türbanlı escort of course, when we return to the States,we’ll stay in the new house. I don’t want you living TOO far from L.A.—after all, it’s where you’re going to be shooting and stuff.”

“And what about your Mom? What will she do?”

“Officially, she’ll stay in our current home, but when it’s possible, she’ll go where I go, just to provide me with a little pussy here and there. If it’s alright with—”

“I don’t mind,” Suzanna said, cutting him off.

“For real . . .?”

She turned her head to look into his eyes. “Honey, if you don’t mind letting your wife get fucked by random porn jobbers, then I surely don’t mind you having a lover on the side. Or hell, twenty if you want.” She licked her lips eagerly. “You’re way too much hunk for little old me to contain. And besides, if your Momma stayed with us . . . I could think of all sorts of fun activities for the three of us.”

A sly, lustful smile appeared once more on Barry’s face. “Like what?”

Suzanna sat upward, returning his lusty gaze with her own. Her hand slid over to his cock and gripped it tightly. Slowly, she began to stroke it, using her delicate fingers to massage his meat.

“Hurry up and put this thing back inside me, and I’ll tell you all about it.”

Less than two seconds later, Suzanna was on her back again, with her feet resting on Barry’s shoulders while he stuffed his rod into her juicy and eager cunt.

******

Barry and Suzanna were wedded in Las Vegas in a quick, non-event ceremony. Both of them wanted things this way—neither of them were especially interested in spectacle, and Suzanna had always found girls’ obsessions with “perfect wedding days” and whatnot to be huge wastes of time and money. So she, Barry and Ariadne drove to Nevada, where one of Suzanna’s co-stars knew a judge who could have them properly married in only a few minutes. After saying their vows, the two of them spent the rest of the night on the town dining, gambling, and taking in the sights. Afterwards, they returned to the hotel where Ariadne waited, and the night ended with all three of them fucking each other like rabbits.

After that, Barry was as good as his word. All three of the Garretts—four if you included baby Lyrica and five if you considered Ariadne’s unborn son—went to Germany, where they would be taking residence for the next year or however long it took Barry and Suzanna to further their studies. In the meantime, the three of them took in the sights and enjoyed the freedom of Germany’s many nude parks and beaches.

Both Barry and Suzanna turned a lot of heads when they strode around in the buff, what with his athletic physique and her perfect figure, magnificent tits, and shapely ass. Ariadne’s body was a little plumper, especially because she was with-child again, but the extra pounds only made her look more fuckable than usual.

Barry had been right—being clothes-free was an addicting lifestyle, as Suzanna soon came to see.

Of course, it’s not like she had much time to wear clothing around the home anyway, since random, spontaneous fucking occurred at random hours of each day.

Everyone was happy with this arrangement. Suzanna felt a guilty, obscene thrill watching her husband fuck his own mother—pregnant with his child—right in front of her, and Ariadne felt an equally obscene pleasure at being paraded in front of her son’s wife and all of Las Vegas and Germany as a common slut, collared and pregnant so that everyone could see her true purpose.

And of course, Barry was happy having two very hot women to fuck whenever he wanted to.

Suzanna still had sex on camera when possible. German porn directors were giddy at having an American starlet to work with . . . especially one as gorgeous and insatiably slutty as Suzanna. Barry himself occasionally took a foreign lover or two, and he was utterly amazed at how kinky German women were compared to Americans. Barry had been a porn producer for a year, and fucking his own mom in the meantime, so he had developed quite a ‘seen it all’ attitude. But he felt naïve and innocent all over again when it came to these women and the sheer number of kinks and fetishes they eagerly displayed. The best thing, though, was that Suzanna and Ariadne willingly, eagerly, enjoyed taking suggestions. Some things stuck, and some didn’t, but all three of them felt their sexuality deepen during their stay.

In the meantime, the porn business was booming. The studio was already enjoying large success even before Barry bought it, and under Barry’s leadership, it only thrived. After about six months, Barry had purchased a few small but promising studios in Germany and established a subsidiary company there. Also, the live streaming idea was a tremendous success. They had already amassed a pretty substantial following from the people who liked watching the “Mystery Mom and Son” fuck their brains out on the internet, and their audience only grew when Suzanna and several other Stallion stars started their own streams. The money started pouring in, and Barry quickly knew that it was only a matter of time before Stallion Productions became one of the most influential names in pornography.

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“You Tube? What the hell are you talking about?” Marshall asked.

“Boy, what have you been smoking?” Slim demanded to know, and everyone laughed. Everyone except Denver, who pulled out his phone, indignation shining in his eyes.

“I’ll show you what I’m talking about. Hold your horses for just a minute, willya?”

Marshall leaned in to Lee, lowering his voice for his ears alone. “I bet he’s going to pop up with some kind of birthday video or something, and then yell surprise.”

“You never know, that might just be it,” Lee agreed. Marshall caught a hint of something in Lee’s voice, though, something that wasn’t entirely amusement. Before he could ask what was wrong, he heard Denver’s cry of triumph.

“Found it!” He pushed his phone at Marshall. “There it is. Just press play. I turned up the sound already.”

Marshall took the phone, holding it between him and Lee, so they could both watch. He heard the scrape of chairs as the others rose and grouped behind them, everyone’s attention on the phone.

Marshall pressed play, prepared for anything. What he saw was the familiar crowded dance floor of Partners. People were moving back, out of the line of sight of the camera, to a respectful distance from a couple. The camera shifted, focusing on that couple.

Marshall realized with a start that it was indeed him and Lee. They were dancing together, and the crowd was watching appreciatively, shouting encouragements, bursa escort bayan along with whistles and catcalls. Marshall remembered the dance, of course, and the way Lee had bent him over and kissed him long and hard. He even remembered people taking pictures of them. What he hadn’t expected was to end up in a video on You Tube.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” Only after the clip ended did he notice the title given it by whoever had uploaded it: Two hot men and a great kiss at Partners. He felt his cheeks go warm, but he wasn’t exactly displeased about the video. Not like he was embarrassed about his love for Lee, or of having people see them together. Then he looked at the view count. Holy shit. “There’s almost a million views on this thing.” He looked up to find Denver grinning widely at him.

“Oh yeah, you’re quite the sensation. I think they call that going viral. You two are gonna be famous.”

Marshall snorted with laughter, until he caught a glimpse of Lee’s face. Lee wasn’t smiling, and he didn’t look very happy. Come to think of it, neither did Roy.

Marshall pushed the phone into Denver’s hand. “The answer is still no,” he responded to the unspoken question he could read in Denver’s eyes. “Still got plans. It’s our anniversary, you know.”

“I know,” Denver grumbled, pocketing the phone. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

Everyone laughed, as they resumed their seats. Marshall took advantage of the momentary confusion görükle escort to whisper in Lee’s ear. “Is something wrong?”

Lee didn’t answer immediately, heightening Marshall’s unease. He pulled back enough to look at Lee’s face. “What is it?” he asked.

Lee’s brows drew together before he relaxed his expression and forced a smile. “Probably nothing,” he admitted.

“Afraid I’ll get famous on You Tube and take off for Hollywood?” Marshall joked.

Lee leaned forward and kissed him. “I think I know better than that.”

“I should hope so. You know I was just kidding, right?”

“I know that. Look, we can talk about it later, okay?”

“Okay. Good.” Marshall felt somewhat relieved. They’d talk about it, whatever it was, and Lee would make everything all right, like he always did.

“Hey you two, break it up!” Slim’s voice broke into their moment. Lee slid an arm about Marshall’s shoulders and grinned at their friend.

“What’s the matter, Slim? Tell us how you really feel!”

More laughter. Slim raised a glass of beer. “Kinda hard to make a toast if you’re not paying attention. To Lee and Marshall! Happy anniversary, and happy birthday to Marshall. May you always be happy and together.”

Glasses were lifted around the table, and everyone echoed the sentiment. A short time later, Lee rose, reaching for Marshall’s hand. “Time for us to go,” he said in his no-nonsense way, “but we’ll bursa escort bayan get together again soon. Agreed?”

They made their good-nights and said their thank yous for a fine evening. Roy left with them, citing the need to work the next day. He accompanied them to their car, leaning against it as Lee unlocked it. A look passed between the two men that Marshall didn’t understand. His unease, which had subsided, began to return.

“Doesn’t have to mean anything,” Roy said.

“Yeah, I know that. But then again, it might.”

“I know.” Roy removed his hat and scratched the side of his head before replacing it. “I’ll get on it soon as I get home, Lee, ‘kay?”

“I appreciate that, Roy.” The two men shook hands before Lee opened the door and motioned Marshall inside. Marshall started to ask a question, but decided against it, and let Lee close the door without comment. Roy headed to his car and Lee slid behind the wheel.

They drove in silence for a few minutes, Lee staring out at the highway, once they left Tucker Falls. Marshall gazed out his side window, but there wasn’t a whole lot to see at this time of night. Finally, he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Want to tell me what’s going on? Something about that video’s got you spooked. What is it?”

Lee took a deep breath, then let it out. “Just don’t like having us out there on the Internet like that.”

Marshall was sure there was more to the story than that. “We advertise on the Internet, that’s how we get a lot of our business. What else is there?”

Lee hesitated. “I just don’t want our past catching up with us, that’s all.”

Suddenly Marshall understood, his stomach knotting. “Oh hell no,” he whispered.

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Discipline and the feel of a leather belt were bound up in some of Marshall’s earliest memories. His father hadn’t spared the use of the belt with his son, and Marshall could not argue there were times when he flat out deserved it. He was mouthy and bold, and often spoke first, without thinking through what the consequences of his words might be.

He quickly learned that wasn’t necessarily the way to go.

First his dad would warn. But only once. If Marshall didn’t heed that initial warning, he wouldn’t receive any other. The next response would be the summons. That could be verbal, as in his dad calling his name. Or a simple physical touch. Being picked up by the scruff of the neck and laid into position, his pants pulled down and justice meted out.

Sometimes it was the hand alone, stinging Marshall’s flesh, inducing a sweet, hot burn that seared inside and out. A flame he quickly learned to relish as proof of his father’s love. Other times it was his leather belt. He’d never cried over his spankings, always took them like a man. And his father had treated him like a man. The lesson Marshall came away with was if he broke the rules, he paid the price, and he accepted it.

He always knew his father loved him, even after he spanked him. Afterward, as the flames licked through his flesh—whether administered by hand or by belt—his father would soothe the burning with bursa escort sweet balm and sweeter words. He never doubted his dad loved him, and he certainly loved his dad. His dad was always there for him, something that couldn’t be said for Marshall’s mother.

Lee flexed his belt and snapped it taut, the sound ringing out as sharply as the crack of a whip. Marshall’s cock was weeping copious amounts of pre-come. He’d have to run a load of laundry before bed, no doubt about it. It was worth it.

“You will use that mouth, boy, never doubt that. You don’t doubt that, do you?”

“No, Sir. I don’t doubt that at all.” He was counting on it, actually. He loved the taste of Lee’s meaty cock, loved the texture of it. Lee seldom came in Marshall’s mouth, but on those rare occasions he did, Marshall was in heaven.

When he was little, his mother made a habit of running off and leaving Marshall and his father for extended periods of time. Even when she was there, she wasn’t there. Marshall didn’t miss her, didn’t need her. He had his father, and he was loved. She was a virtual stranger on the periphery of his existence. He barely knew who she was—the concept of mother was an alien one to him. Father he understood very well.

His father quit his job and started his own business instead, out of his home, so he could be with Marshall. He took care of the house escort bayan as well as his son, saw to his every need, cooked and cleaned and made sure he got to school on time. When Marshall didn’t thrive in the public school system, his father removed him and homeschooled him instead. And Marshall felt very loved.

Every night they had a ritual. After dinner, once the dishes were done and put away, and the kitchen was clean, they would read together. His dad had taught Marshall to read by the time he was three. He loved those times, sitting on his dad’s lap, either listening to his deep, rich voice read his favorite stories, or reading the words aloud to his father himself.

After the story, they took their shower together in his father’s own bathroom, dried off, and then they went to bed. But not before giving thanks for what they had. The blessings in their lives. Marshall always considered his biggest blessing to be his dad. And then they’d stretch out in his dad’s big bed, both of them warm and bare from the shower, and his dad would lie behind him and put his arm around him, holding him against him.

Marshall felt security, he felt love, and the strength of his father’s body so close to his was ingrained into his love for him. There would never be anyone like his father in Marshall’s life.

“I’ll show you how these knees can take it, boy,” bursa escort Lee drawled, “and then you can just work the grass stains out of my pants. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir. Understood, Sir.” Wouldn’t be the first time. Or the last.

Marshall knew Lee had no trouble with kneeling on the rough ground. Lee was in prime condition, and there were times when he could put Marshall to shame. Marshall just liked giving him a hard time. Yeah, he was still that mouthy little kid at heart.

Grass stains were a small price to pay for what he was about to receive. Thank God for the wide open spaces of Texas, and their private playground, far away from their nearest neighbor.

Lee dropped to the ground, onto his knees, the belt gripped in one strong hand. “Strip,” he commanded tersely. “All the way.”

Just what Marshall wanted to hear. The spanking he was about to receive would definitely be followed by a fucking. Thank you God, yes, yes, yes…

He wasted no time in divesting himself of his boots, followed by his jeans. He wore nothing beneath. Going commando was his religion. It gave easier and quicker access for Lee, who did not like to be kept waiting. Neither did Marshall.

“Assume the position.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Marshall laid himself across Lee’s legs, the denim rough against his bare skin. He turned his head to avoid getting another mouthful of flowers.

“Spread ’em.”

Marshall obliged, widening the space between his legs, feeling the warm breeze caress his pucker. Lee’s hand stroked gently across one cheek, but Marshall knew better.

This was just the tip of the iceberg.

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