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“You are so going to get lucky this evening.” Sarah said.

“God I hope so,” Kirsty replied as she stood before the full-length mirror and gave a twirl. Her reflection showing an excited young lady who returned her wide cheeky grin. Her newly cut blonde hair was shorter than she would normally wear it but Kirsty was pleased with the effect. Sexier, she thought as she watched her image complete the twirl. The mini skirt was also much shorter than anything she had ever worn, but showed her great legs. The silk blouse was a little too tight she thought, her new found self-confidence starting to flounder. Far too tight she thought again, her breasts were not very big but were straining against the material and her nipples were very noticeable.

“Perfect, just perfect,” said Sarah triumphantly as she watched her best friend view herself with surprised delight. Normally, Kirsty dressed, downright bloody boringly, Sarah always said; preferring loose fitting clothes that did nothing for her slim attractive figure. Maybe that arse of a two timing boyfriend of hers leaving was not such a bad thing after all. “You are looking hot; you are so going to pull tonight.”

Kirsty giggled and asked shyly, “Sarah, don’t you think I look, you know a bit slutty?”

Sarah looked at her friend in wonder. She looked great, actually she always looked great, but tonight she was positively glowing. “Kirsty, I have to be honest. You look wonderfully slutty, look; even your nipples are becoming erect!”

Sarah laughed at Kirsty’s look of horror. She was also amused to see that the nipples really had just become noticeably quite stiff under the silk. Kirsty was also blushed a pretty interesting shade of red, which only made her look even more attractive.

“You are looking pretty hot yourself; someone is in for a treat tonight.” Kirsty said, looking at Sarah dressed in a simple midnight blue dress that ended mid thigh. It complemented her stunning figure and beautiful blue eyes wonderfully. Sarah did not have to try too hard to look good, she just did. And to top it all, Kirsty thought, Sarah was a fantastic friend, one who had stood by her when she had been going out with that pig Adrian. Kirsty knew Sarah had never liked him, had never trusted him. She had not even said “I told you so” when Kirsty had caught him in her bed with that tart Mandy Arnold. Kirsty had dumped him fairly quickly afterwards and Sarah had been there to offer her support and a shoulder to cry on.

Now after only two months Sarah had convinced Kirsty to start living again, to enjoy life and to get herself laid. That was the plan anyway. Kirsty had even agreed to dress up a little more daringly than she normally would. Sarah had convinced her that what she needed was to get herself some good sex so she can forget her ex and move on with her life. Kirsty was normally not quite as outgoing as Sarah was but found she was more than a little excited at the idea of just going out and perhaps having some well overdue sex.

“And remember Kirsty, tonight is for fun. Let yourself go, enjoy yourself and maybe get some yummy sex.” Sarah laughed as Kirsty blushed red again before she took her hand as they made their way to the waiting taxi.

……………………………………

Two hours later Sarah watched as another young man walked away after trying his luck with Kirsty. They had been at the popular nightclub for several hours and Kirsty had been approached by several hopeful but unsuccessful men.

“He was okay, wasn’t he?” Sarah asked as she moved up next to Kirtsy.

“Yeah, he looked okay. But, well…..I am just not sure.” Kirsty shrugged and smiled at Sarah. “Maybe I am just not cut out to be a slut after all.”

“It is only sex, Kirsty. What about him? He has a cute arse.” She pointed to a well built man standing at the bar.

“Too ugly!” Kirsty replied.

“Him.” Sarah nodded at another.

“Too old.”

“Him.”

“Too young.”

“What about him, he is gorgeous?”

“No, he approached me earlier. Asked if I liked my eggs scrambled or sterilized? I mean who says that?”

Sarah laughed. “Kirsty, you are just too choosy, so his chat up lines are crap but admit it, he is bloody good looking.”

“Well why don’t you have him then?” Kirsty looked questioningly at her friend.

“Kirsty we are here for you, to get you laid. When was the last time you had a good mind numbing orgasm?…. Remember? When your whole body is tingling and you can’t stop shaking, when, when?” Sarah punched Kirsty on the arm.

“Ouch!” Okay, okay. I heard you. Adrian was good, but not that good. Show me someone who will make me feel like that and I will let them take me here and now. I won’t care who watches.” She giggled.

“Yeah, me too.” Sarah laughed again, well I can’t promise that but come on lets have a little fun. As there is no-one here you fancy miss fussy pants, shall we move over to that nice little pub by your place. We can check out the talent there?”

……………………………………….

The Ankara escort girls grabbed a couple of drinks and settled themselves at an empty table near the far corner where they could observe what was going on. There was a good looking couple sat at the table next to them, but they were so intent on each other that they had paid the two girls no attention as they had sat down.

Sarah nudged Kirsty and indicated the couple near them. “Don’t they just make you feel jealous?”

“Yeah, and isn’t he just so gorgeous!”

“Well I certainly wouldn’t kick him out of bed,” giggled Sarah.

“Nor me! Why are the good looking ones always taken?” Kirsty asked.

“I suppose.” Sarah paused, “because they are good looking, duh.”

The two girls laughed and continued chatting happily away to each other. Kirsty though, felt her eyes constantly drawn back to the couple sat at the next table. They were both really good looking and well matched.

“Pretty hot aren’t they?” Sarah whispered.

“You can say that again.” Kirsty watched as the girl giggled and leaned closer to her boyfriend. She said something and put her hand over the obvious bulge in his chinos and squeezed gently. “This is all because of me?” asked the girl giggling again.

“Right come on.” The girl’s boyfriend stood up and taking a firm hold of his laughing girlfiend’s hand led her out of the pub.

As the couple passed their table Kirsty, felt her eyes drawn to the front of his trousers where it was easy to see how excited he had become. Kirsty looked up quickly and met the girls gaze. The girl could not have missed Kirsty checking her boyfriend out. But far from being annoyed she winked and beamed a proud smile at her.

Kirsty felt the colour flush her cheeks as she blurted out. “Looks like enough there for two, if you want a hand?”

“Oh I am looking forward to taking care of this myself.” The other girl giggled as she quickly passed.

“You little tart.” Sarah laughed.

Kirsty’s hand went to her mouth, “Christ, I don’t believe I said that out loud. But boy were they hot or what? I bet they are at each other as soon as they get outside.”

“Shall we take a look.”

“We couldn’t, could we?”

The two girls looked at each other again. “Come on lets get outside.” Kirsty finished her drink and headed to the door. Sarah was not far behind her. She was a little surprised at quite how the evening was turning out, but Kirsty really seemed excited at the prospect of spying on the other two. Maybe a little voyeurism was just what Kirsty needed to get her back into the land of the living again.

The girls noticed that the couple were not that far ahead as they were constantly stopping and kissing each other. Sarah and Kirsty hung back and followed slowly while trying to pretend that they were not interested in the other couple. They need not really have bothered as the other pair were so busy with each other they would not have noticed anyone else anyway.

“This is so wrong.” Kirsty whispered.

“Yeah, I know.” Sarah agreed.

“Shall we just let them get on with it and go back into the pub or go home?” Sarah, looked at her friend.

“We should…..but… no way I am missing out on this. Look at them, they are so hot. If they are going to do anything interesting outside then I want to see.” Kirsty suddenly looked at her friend. “Does that make me a bad person?”

“Oh, you are so bad.” Sarah laughed.”Whatever happened to Miss sweet and innocent?”

“Shit.” Exclaimed Kirsty as the first raindrops fell. “This will ruin everything.”

Within seconds it was raining harder and harder until it was belting down furiously. The two girls were soaked within seconds. The rain had reduced visibility and it was difficult to make out the other couple who were now about fifty meters away. They did not seem to be particularly worried by the rain and seemed to be laughing loudly.

“I am soaked.” Kirsty said, somewhat uneccessarily, “we should really go home. Shall we go home?”

Sarah looked at Kirsty who was anxiously waiting for her reply. Kirsty wiped her hand across her face wiping rain out of her eyes, she was biting on her lower lip her eyes wide watching her carefully.

Sally knew Kirsty wanted to stay and see what was possibly going to happen between the other couple. “No way, after all this, no way are we giving up now. You wanted a show, look at those two, I think we may be in for one.” Sarah directed Kirsty towards the amorous pair that seemed in no way bothered by the rain.

Kirsty looked where Sarah was pointing and she could just make out the hot couple that had stopped again, their arms wrapped around each other they were kissing passionately. The young man moved his head at an angle kissing the girls neck and shoulders, his hands moved to pull her even closer. She responded eagerly and ground her hips encouragingly and suggestively against him.

“Wow, they just don’t care Ankara escort bayan that anyone could be around. Lets get closer.” Sarah grabbed Kirsty’s hand and pulled her closer to the kissing couple. As they got closer they veered off behind one of the many bushes. The girls were now able to watch the other couple from a short distance without being seen.

“God, this is so hot. I feel like a right perv.” Sarah giggled quietly into Kirsty’s ear. The hot couple did not seem to have noticed or heard them. Not that they could have anyway with the rain belting down.

Kirsty could not believe how excited she was starting to feel as she watched them. The girls dress was soaked through and was clinging to her body, her nipples painfully erect because of the sudden cold were straining against now almost see through material. Her boyfriends chinos were also soaked and his excitement was clear to see by the very obvious bulge. Kirsty thought they looked incredibly sexy, obviously very turned on and she could almost imagine how the girl felt as her boyfriend kissed, fondled and pressed himself against her. His desire so very evident. It had been too long since someone had held her like that and she could feel her own arousal making her body respond sympathetically to the erotic coupling not very far from where she stood. She held back a giggle as she thought how wet she was herself and not all of it was due to the rain. I am so getting turned on by this. God how desparate am I? she asked herself.

Completely oblivious to any possible passers by the young man was continuously running his hands all over the girls body, caressing and fondling her. She in turn was running her hands all over him and as the two girls watched excitedly her hands caressed his cock through his chinos, rubbing him and sqeezing until he let out a low excited growl. In a quick movement he turned her so she was facing away from him and he kissed her shoulders. The girl laughed and leant back against him as his hands cupped her breasts and capturing her nipples between his thumb and index finger he teased them as he continued kissing her.

Kirsty looked over to Sarah who was watching her with a big smile. Both girls were now completely oblivious to the rain which was still beating down. “Hot!” mouthed Sarah.

Kirsty nodded “I can’t believe how sexy this is. It is so wrong…but also so sexy.”

Sarah smiled and both turned to look as the girl moaned louder.

Kirsty gasped as she watched the boy slip a hand up under the short dress to caress between his girlfriends legs which she moved wider apart to give him greater access. She seemed to push against him as his hands went to work on her sex. The girls head was thrown back, her mouth open, gasping. They could not see his hand on her sex but it was obvious what he was doing. They both looked so very turned on by all they had been doing. The girls breasts were rising and falling to match her quick short breaths. The rain soaked dress moulded against her showing her pert breasts and the excited peaks of her nipples again highlighting how turned on she was. It did not seem too long before the girl seemed to shake as an orgasm hit her, her body convulsing, her head thrown back and her mouth open gasping for breath.

The girl reached behind and with practised fingers located the zip on his chinos and unzipped him. He was still working his hand between her legs as she somehow managed to get a grip on his chinos and quickly tugged them down only stopping as they seemed to get caught on his erection.

He helped her to drop his chinos and boxers to his knees allowing his erect cock to bounce free. He gently pushed her so she was bent over facing away from him and taking hold of his cock he eased it against her. The girl immediately pushed backwards and he slid his cock easily into her. He held onto her hips and pumped deeply in and out of her slowly.

Kirsty gasped as she watched him move his cock in and out of the girl. She had never seen anyone fucking before, apart from porn films, but never live and so close. With the rain and the fading light the beautiful couple having sex was so wonderfully erotic. Kirsty felt her own clit throb as she imagined herself in the girls place and she could almost feel the thick cock sliding slowly in and out of her. “Mmmm”.

“Sssh, Sarah whispered into her ear. Don’t let them hear you.”

“He is fucking her. Right in front of us. I can’t believe it. Have you ever seen anything so horny?”

“They do look good, better than a porn film.” Kirsty laughed quietly as the girl voiced her encouragement, gasping and moaning at her boyfriend..

“Mmmm, Yes! Harder, Brad, now hard and fast. I can’t wait, quickly before someone comes along.” The girl pleaded.

Kirsty and Sarah watched as Brad continued to pump his cock deeply in and out of his gasping girlfriend. He was moving in and out much quicker now, drawing out and slamming back into her. They were both breathing faster, their mouths open. He was leaning Escort Ankara over her and it looked like he had moved his hand so that he could play with her clitoris as they fucked. She was leaning forward and seemed to have a hand reached back between his legs either on his balls or even playing with his ass. Suddenly he was gasping and moving even quicker still until he seemed to shudder and slam into her even harder as he came. She squealed lightly and seemed to reach another orgasm, shaking visibly, then laughing out loud. She turned and grabbing hold of Brad kissed him hard.

“Wow that was something else.” She said pulling back and looking him in the eyes.

“You are not kidding, what a way to end an evening.” He answered, as he pushed his cock into his trousers and quickly zipped himself up.

“End an evening? I think we had better get back to your place. If you think I am going to settle for one little quickie, then you can think again, unless of course you’re not up to any more?” She laughed teasingly. They kissed again and quickly headed off laughing delightedly.

Sarah and Kirsty stayed hidden until the two lovers had slipped out of view before holding hands and giggling like mischievious school children they quickly made their way home.

Fifteen minutes later the two friends stood facing each other in their bathroom quickly removing their soaking clothes. “That was incredible, I have never experienced anything like that ever before.” Kirsty beamed at Sarah.

Kirsty was beaming a wide satisfied smile and was looking flushed still with excitement. That beats any old porn film hands down.

“Yeah, sexy wasn’t it.” Sarah replied as she eased her panties down her legs.

“God yeah, I could have reached out and touched them, we were so close.” Kirsty sighed dramatically as she threw the rest of her wet clothes into the corner.

“Could have touched his neat little arse.”

“And his cock.”

“And her cute ass.”

They looked at each other and laughed.

“I never thought watching someone else getting it on like that could be so hot.” Kirsty exclaimed. “I very nearly started touching myself, especially when she started cumming. God I was feeling so hot, I could almost imagine that cock was sliding in and out of me. Wow. Oops….sorry getting carried away there.” She looked at Sarah who had just vigorously towelled herself dry.

Sarah laughed at Kirsty’s expression. She looked so innocent, all flushed and biting on her bottom lip. “You are not the only one Kirsty, believe me.

So what stopped you?

“Actually, I did slip my hand under my panties and have a quick rub.” Sarah laughed again and moved behind Kirsty and using the towel started to vigorously dry her hair and shoulders.

Kirsty looked at their reflection in the full length mirror. Sarah’s eyes met hers as she continued to rub her dry. What had Sarah said? She had slipped her hand into her panties? Kirsty again felt herself going red as she pictured the sight of her friend with her hand between her legs. She had admittedly felt like doing the same but had not trusted herself.

“You what? You never! I never noticed!” Kirsty said.

Sarah laughed again, “you were so occupied watching them you would not have noticed had someone slipped their hand into your panties.”

“Hah, if someone had slipped their hand into my panties I really don’t think I would have complained.” Kirsty said suddenly serious. She looked thoughtful and then hesitated looking wide eyed at Sarah.” Suddenly she laughed, “you horny cow, did you, you know did you cum?”

“No, I am saving that for later, but, look at your expression! Don’t tell me you were not tempted! And don’t lie.”

Kirsty was very aware that she was stood naked with her best friend also very naked standing behind her. Sarah had stopped rubbing with the towel and was resting her hands on Kirsty’s shoulders holding the towel in place. Her eyes held Kirsty’s gaze in the mirror. Of course Kirsty had seen Sarah naked lots of times before, but she had never really noticed how incredibly beautiful she was. Her breasts were bigger than her own with dark pink nipples as hard as buttons. Her stomach was wonderfully flat, with a cute little dimple of a belly button and her skin was so silky smooth.

Kirsty stopped herself. What was she thinking? She had witnessed a couple having sex only a short distance away from herself and she had been incredibly aroused by the whole thing. And now she was thinking about her best friends incredible naked body. Christ I am not gay she told herself. I am just still really turned on. She thought about what Sarah had said about saving herself for later and picturing Sarah gasping as she brought herself to orgasm sent a shiver of excitement through her body.

“Well? You can’t tell me you were not tempted?”

“I have never seen anything so sexy, I do still feel a bit horny.” Kirsty giggled self consciously.

“Do it.”

“What.” Surely she can’t mean what I think she means, but I really hope she does. Kirsty looked wide eyed at Sarah.

“I am feeling incredibly sexy and I know you are also. I also know that you really could do with some relief. Go on, don’t be shy touch yourself.”

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[If you have not already read the two-part story ‘David Begins Graduate Study,’ you should read that first, as it introduces all the characters]

Chapter 21 Jon

The Camford Men’s Fitness Trust

Shortly after his return from seeing his senile Nazi-loving grandfather, it was David’s birthday. Although up till then he had not used cosmetics or male fragrances and was rather contemptuous of them as effeminate, I had bought him a large and expensive box of ‘Storing pour homme’ products made by a distinguished Belgian perfumer: shower gel, shampoo, deodorant, aftershave and a small bottle of the fragrance itself. “I know you think nothing of such products,” I said, “but I want you to use these in place of the cheap stuff that you have been using until now, just to please me.”

He sniffed the perfume suspiciously. “Actually,” he said “it is rather nice, subtle, and not a bit like the musky products that they push on the male toiletry market. But what will they think in the lab if I go round smelling like a tart? I’m only going to use the perfume at weekends, and as you know, I don’t use aftershave. But I will use the other things if it will make you happy. ‘Storing’ means ‘disturbance’ or ‘disruption’ in Dutch. Is that the effect that it has on you? Does it excite you and drive you wild? You’re randy enough as it is! And as we often shower together, you’ll be using it as well, so it’s a good job that I like it!” As a matter of fact it did actually excite me. I loved David’s own scent, but ‘Storing pour homme’ seemed somehow to enhance it.

One morning early in the Martinmas term, David went off to work in the lab straight after breakfast. I was working at home that day, and having turned the computer on, while I was waiting for it to boot up and connect to the network, I went into the sitting room of the flat to tidy up. The morning post had arrived while we were eating breakfast, and David had opened his and left the open mail on the coffee table. While tidying up the table, I noticed David’s bank statement, which had been pulled out of the envelope and carelessly left on the table. David and I had an agreement that we would not be nosy about each other’s financial affairs, but I could not help noticing some of the details on his bank statement. To my amazement I noticed that this young man with subsistence level financial support from his studentship and a small allowance from his parents, was paying out significant sums each month in donations to no less than ten charities.

David’s living costs were not high: the monthly rent that he paid me covered 50% of my relatively modest mortgage costs and he paid me an additional monthly sum to cover the cost of his share of food, housekeeping and utility bills. The rest of his money was his to dispose of as he wished, and I assumed that he used it as pocket money to buy drinks, meals, clothes, books and trips to the cinema and all the other items of expenditure that young people of our age incur. It amazed and humbled me that somebody who, although he had no financial worries, nevertheless had by the standards of most young people of his age a relatively meagre income, should choose to give about a third of it away each month. Once again a deep feeling of love and respect welled up inside me, and once again I felt selfish and worldly and unworthy of the boy that I loved so much. The feeling was all the greater as I was due to spend the following day in London, discussing with Tim Ingledown a rent review of my family trust’s property portfolio that was the major source of my income.

The Camford Bach choir was going to perform Bach’s Christmas Oratorio at the end of term, and David was busy with rehearsals. He also spent quite a lot of time practising for his singing lessons. Marcello Fabioni was teaching him the techniques of singing Italian opera, and just occasionally he could be caught singing snatches from ‘Aïda.’ He didn’t talk much about his progress in the lab, except to moan when things went wrong. This was because our research fields were diverging at a rapid rate.

I had become involved with a new source of expenditure. I had come to hear, via various gay fitness acquaintances, that there was a proposal to start a new men’s fitness club in Camford. Several influential people in the city who were gay or who had gay sympathies felt that a fitness club along the lines of the Corinthian Club in London (made famous in a novel by Alan Hollinghurst) would be an appropriate institution for the city. The proposal would provide facilities for weight-training, general exercise training, a squash court and swimming facilities for men above the age of 18. Unlike the London Corry, it would not provide accommodation or meeting rooms. There would be a snack bar and a licensed bar and of course appropriate shower and changing facilities.

The proposal was that it should be built on a derelict site quite close to the city centre. Because it had been the site of industrial activity, it had been acquired for a relatively small sum, but several million would be required to build the necessary facilities. I asked around at Ankara bayan escort the lab and among acquaintances and it was clear that the demand for such facilities was high among both straight and gay men. The colleges of course made good provision for their undergraduate and graduate student bodies, but these did not usually extend to swimming pools and were more sport- than fitness-oriented. Moreover for the very large number of men working in industry in Camford, and in the service facilities of the University, many of whom lacked access to college facilities, there was very poor provision. Admittedly Camford had an excellent Olympic size swimming pool, but it was in the suburbs and relatively inaccessible for activities such as weekday lunch-hour exercise.

A trust, the Camford Men’s Fitness Trust, had been set up to campaign and raise money for the new facilities. I thought that this was such an excellent proposal that I immediately offered half a million towards the construction costs, with the promise that as soon as a second half-million had been raised, I would double my original donation, subject to the proviso that ownership and management of the facility should never pass to the commercial sector. Although I had arranged for the donation to be made via Tim on behalf of an unnamed trust, I felt that it was necessary for me to be on the board of management for the fundraising campaign. While intended for all men, irrespective of sexual orientation, the prohibition of female membership made it clear that there was a substantial gay interest in the new facility. At that time, gay men were much more interested in bodily fitness than straight men.

Getting involved on the management side of the campaign inevitably raised my profile in the gay community in Camford, which by now no longer worried me, what did worry me was the possibility of the media becoming aware of my existence as a person of wealth, so I never mentioned that I was behind the unnamed donor trust. The steering committee of the Trust after I had joined consisted of ten men, of whom three including myself were openly gay. Two other members, one of whom was the Provost of M College, were gay sympathisers, which meant in practice that they were bi or closet gay. The remaining five were hetero, but had been checked out to ensure that they were not homophobic.

David was very enthusiastic about a facility that did not discriminate against gays. He reminded me that for many years there had been a nude bathing place for men on a tributary of the Camwell, but that it had been closed, allegedly on public health grounds, in the 1970s. Any man could go there, but for obvious reasons it had been particularly frequented by gays.

Chapter 22 David

The Crabtree Family

Early in the Martinmas term, my supervisor, Charles Crabtree, invited me into his office, a tiny room opening off our lab in the Pharmacology Department. Charlie’s door was kept permanently open except when he did not wish to be disturbed. As I sat down, he closed the door. I had often wondered why our acquaintance had not deepened over the past two years. In my undergraduate year, I could understand it, final year undergraduates are unpredictable and sometimes unreliable, and it was not the norm to have them in research labs in pharmacology. However I was a bit surprised that our relationship had not deepened during my first year as a research student. Charlie was an excellent supervisor, always at hand, always helpful, full of good advice and wise tips for a person starting off on research, indeed his professional aspects were outstanding. But in spite of him coming most weeks with the group that went to the pub from the lab on Friday evenings, I did not feel that I had got to know him better during that time.

“David,” he said, “I know that you are very active in non-laboratory pursuits in the evenings and at the weekends. But I wondered if you would like to come round and have dinner with my wife and myself one evening, if you can fit it in. To be perfectly frank, I have an ulterior motive in making this invitation. One reason is that next month we are going to need a babysitter, and none of our regular babysitters or friends or relatives is available. My wife wants to meet you so that she can decide whether, if you are available, you would be a suitable person to babysit for us on 20 November. If you are free on 20 November could you pencil that in?

“The second thing that I wanted to talk to you about is much more difficult for me. I have had other Ph.D. students in the past and in most cases I have shown them greater friendship that I have shown you. I want to apologize for this. It is totally irrational of me, but I do not number a large number of gay people among my acquaintance, certainly not at student level. I had a stereotyped image of the typical gay man, with a high voice, a camp attitude, an obsessive interest in clothes, and generally a man who is not afraid to show his feminine side.”

“I don’t think that I have a feminine side, even though I do have long hair!” I said. “I know lots of women and have friendly relationships Escort bayan Ankara with them, but I am not attracted to them sexually, in fact most of them frighten me. Men in contrast I can identify with and have no problems. They don’t frighten me, because I know how they feel, being a man myself.”

“This interesting you should say that,” said Charlie, “because that’s exactly the conclusion I have come to after knowing you for nearly two years. I don’t know whether you have a feminine side! But I am sure that my wife can decide about that, because women are much better at recognizing female traits in men. Obviously to babysit you have to have an interest in and liking for young children, even if your charges don’t waken up during your period of duty. So, could you come round and have dinner with us next Monday?” As it happened, Monday was one of the few nights of the week when I did not have a regular commitment so of course I said yes, and mentioned that I had a younger brother of 13.

I thoroughly enjoyed my evening at the Crabtrees’. They were relaxed, comfortable well-educated people interested in classical music and culture in Camford. I tried to be more open and forthcoming than I was accustomed to be with Charlie, because I realized that that was the only way to overcome his reticence about gay acquaintances. It was difficult for people who were older than us and accustomed to dealing with homosexuality on a ‘don’t ask don’t tell’ basis to find themselves in a situation where they needed to be completely frank and open about sexual orientation. It is still possible nowadays to find people with that reticence, though it is becoming increasingly less common. Nowadays, even some schoolchildren seem to want to declare themselves gay, often without much grounds or justification for their assertions! One sometimes wonders whether some boys in particular do it in order to gain what they perceive as the advantage of being in a minority group in society, although in the real world gays can have a very rough time.

There were two Crabtree children, Martin aged 9 and Emma aged 7, and I was introduced to them just before they went to bed. I told them that I had a little brother who was only 4 years older than Martin. I was indeed free on November 20 and having satisfied Mrs Crabtree that I would be a suitable person to be left in charge of her children, I duly turned up early on that date. The children were just finishing their tea. Mrs Crabtree was getting ready to go out. They were going to the theatre, preceded by dinner in a restaurant and Charlie was already ready to leave. So he asked me to give him a hand in getting the children to bed. They had had their baths before tea, so it was just a question of them cleaning their teeth, getting into their pyjamas and saying their prayers. I was pleasantly surprised to find that they had been taught to pray. So many academics even in those days despised religion or thought it unimportant. By the time the children were ready for bed, Mrs Crabtree was ready, and just before the two of them left, Charlie asked me to read the children a story before putting their lights out.

The two children went into Martin’s bedroom. Martin got into bed and Emma wrapped herself in a rug and sat at the bottom of the bed. I drew up a chair from the corner of the room and asked the children what they would like me to read. Martin gave me a book from the bedside table. “That’s what Daddy’s reading to us at the moment,” he said, “we’ve got to chapter 5”. To my amazement, it was Edith Nesbit’s ‘The Story of the Treasure Seekers’, a book that I had always considered much too subtle and sophisticated for young children in spite of its being intended as a children’s book. I could understand how Martin, who was a practical and articulate child, would enjoy it, but I was puzzled about whether Emma would like it. I would have thought that she would have been rather frightened by offhand comments in the story like statements that Smithfield was rather a dull place, because they didn’t burn people there any more! But she seemed to enjoy it just as much as her brother. Martin giggled no end when Oswald in the story says that his brother is disgustingly like a girl in some ways. I asked whether I needed to explain about the strange money in the book, guineas and sovereigns, but they said no, their father had already done that. “So how much is a shilling?” I asked them.

“Five pence,” said Emma.

“And half-a-crown?” I asked, having taken a sneaky look at chapter 2.

“Twelve-and-half pence!” said Martin, anxious to beat his sister to the answer.

“Right!” I said “you both know a lot about the old money.” They were as bright as buttons, these two kids. No wonder they appreciated Nesbit. The chapters in the book are basically a series of episodes, so when the children asked for another chapter, I was sufficiently caught up in the story to acquiesce. I have to admit that there were many times when I giggled at something and the children looked mystified, but that is the nature of Nesbit’s sophisticated writing.

It was nearly 9 pm when I finally put the children’s Bayan escort Ankara lights out. They each insisted on being tucked up in bed and kissed goodnight, which I found touchingly sweet. Then I was finally able to settle down to learning a new aria from Aïda. The house was in a western suburb of Camford, and was detached, so I was able to sing the aria quietly without fear of disturbing neighbours. Round about 10 pm, I heard a sound at the sitting room door. A dishevilled-looking Martin was standing there listening to me singing. When I had finished the aria, he said “I can’t get to sleep! I didn’t know that you could sing.”

“I sing in two choirs,” I said, “the Bach Choir and St Boniface’s College choir.”

“I sing in a choir too!” he said, “Winton College choir.” Winton was a big, well endowed Camford college, with a big, male, semi-professional chapel choir, and a boys’ school to provide soprano singers.

“You go to Winton College School then?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied.

“Can you sing this?” I asked and fished out of my music bag the words and music of Handel’s ‘Largo’.

“The words are funny,” he said, but nevertheless, stumbling a bit with the pronunciation, he started to sing

‘Ombra mai fu, di vegetabile/

Cara ed amabile, soave piu’

in a ravishingly sweet soprano voice. He obviously could read music without any difficulty. “That’s VERY good!” I said and kissed him goodnight and sent him back to bed. The rest of the evening passed uneventfully. I learned two new arias and when the Crabtrees got back about midnight, I told them of our impromptu concert. We had coffee together and then I went home on my bike. After that I became a regular, though not frequent, visitor to the Crabtree household, acting as a reserve babysitter. The children were sweet, they seemed to like me, and I found their affection could partially console me for not seeing little Jeroen my brother more often.

Chapter 23 David

My first professional Singing Engagement

Work in the lab progressed slowly but steadily. My confidence in working with enzymes increased as I found that many were nothing like as unstable and difficult to handle as I had been led to believe. Charlie was warmer and even more supportive in his role of supervisor. I think that he was impressed that both his children had taken a fancy to me. My singing also progressed, and Marcello talked of finding one or two singing engagements for me, to increase my repertoire and give me practice in performing in public. They were mostly recitals where a programme had been advertised, and the artist engaged had been taken ill. There was usually only a few days notice of such events, but Marcello not only got me the engagement via his network of contacts, but also gave me intensive coaching for a couple of days beforehand. I made it clear that under no circumstances would I undertake more than four such events per year, as that would interfere seriously with my day job. The fees though would be a useful addition to my income, and I intended to spend them on buying more music.

My first engagement was a recital for a concert society in a town in the Home Counties south of London. The original artist had become ill at the last moment, and the society’s committee was desperate to find a replacement. The recital was a very mixed assortment of numbers, which I think is why Marcello thought I should do it. There were songs by Vaughan Williams, Handel and Schubert, and I was allowed two numbers of my own choice, for which I selected two Mozart arias. The recital was on a Friday night, so I took a day off from the lab and arrived in the town in early afternoon in time for a full practice in the hall, which was part of the local government complex. Fortunately, I had not been expected to provide my own accompanist. The rehearsal went satisfactorily, and about 5-30 pm the local secretary and treasurer took me out to dinner at a local restaurant, prior to the performance at 7-30.

The performance went well, and I sang as encore a couple of arias by Mozart and Handel. After the concert (there were no requests for autographs!), we went for a drink with the accompanist at a nearby pub before I was taken back to the secretary’s house, where I was to stay the night. The secretary was a charming middle-aged lady with a handsome teenage son. The son Simon had been to the concert, so I asked him if he was musical. Like most gays, I tend to admire attractive males and chat them up, even though I have no sexual intentions. The boy said that he was, that he sang in the Cathedral choir as a baritone. I suppose that he was about 17. I asked him if he intended to become a professional singer, but he said no, he wanted to be a doctor. I asked if he planned to apply to Camford University to study medicine. I found myself wondering if he was gay. I guessed that he might well be uncertain about his sexuality, as I had been at his age. He said that Camford had not been on his list, as there was no tradition at his school of applying to Camford or Oxbridge. I told him that there were wonderful opportunities for doing things like singing in Camford, and that Camford had a big teaching hospital and excellent Medical School facilities. He was impressed when I told him that I was a research student in the Pharmacology department, studying to become a different kind of doctor.

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The characters in this story are based on real people but their names have been change. ALTHOUGH they are based on real people NONE OF THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED! EVER!!!

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“What do you mean us?!” Dylan shouts.

“Come on. I’ll explain on the way down” Sam says blushing. Dylan walks towards the lower field with Sam explaining how they were volunteered by Rachel. Dylan’s mind races as he thinks of kissing Sam, the boy he has had sexual fantasies about.

-Dylan’s thoughts: what if I can control myself? What if he thinks I’m a total freak after?-

~Sam’s thoughts: oh my god! I’m going to kiss Dylan! I wonder if he thinks this is weird or gross~

they walk down the bleachers to the track mat that’s been left out for the season with everyone lying on the mat.

“Our boys are here, since all the other males are to pussy to do it!” Rachel hollers using air quotes around males. She gets off the mat, her hair full of static, and walks over to Dylan and Sam. “Ok boys here’s the rules: it has to be a real kiss not a peck. You can go for as long as you want but you have to go at least 15 seconds. You can go as far as you want, don’t mind us.”

“Why were we volunteered, Rachel??” Dylan shouts at her as he towers over her 5 foot 6 inch frame.

“I’ll answer that when you finish, dear Dylan.” She says knowingly as she takes Dylan’s wrist and turns him to Sam. “Now you two can stand up and kiss or lay down in the middle of the mat. Your choice.” She lets go of Dylan and he looks to Sam to decide.

“Come on boys!” Adrie shouts at them, recording with her phone.

Sam looks into Dylan’s deep hazel eyes and knows how badly he wants to kiss the naturally tanned boy.

~he’s so cute! And I get to kiss him! ~

-what the hell is she thinking?! I don’t know if I can hold back-

Dylan walks over to Sam and puts his hands Ankara escort on Sam’s pale cheeks that began to flush into a cute pink color at the touch. Dylan leans in and touches his lips to Sam’s lips softly but it was electric to them. Both their dicks start to harden as their bodies draw closer together. Dylan starts to make out more passionately with Sam. He pulls Sam closer to him making a lot of girls squeal in joy and guys retch. As Sam opens his mouth to let Dylan slip his tongue into his mouth, one of the guys start calling out “15 seconds are up faggots”

“They are more confident in their manhood’s than you pussies!” Rachel yells at the guys, “They can go as long as they want to!”

-damn it! I don’t want to stop-

~no I want to keep kissing him~

Dylan, reluctant to let go of the moment, pulls back and lets go of Sam. Dylan then whips around and glares at Rachel.

“Now you owe me an explanation.”

“Alright follow me.” Rachael says calmly and starts walking to the end of the track. Dylan follows her glaring at her back.

“Ok explain why you volunteered us to kiss?”

“‘Cause I know you like him.”

“What!? I do not like Sam! He’s a guy!”

“So? You still like him. I’ve seen the way you look at him.” She says licking her lips. “I’ve seen the way he looks back at you.”

“H-he looks at me?” Dylan asks hopefully.

“Like a school girl with a crush on her teacher. He likes you a lot but doesn’t think you like him.”

“But I love him….”

“Don’t tell me that. Tell him.”

She starts walking back to the mat and Dylan slowly follows behind her. When they reach the mat she starts conducting the game of truth or dare and Dylan sits down cross from Sam. Dylan stares at the pale skinny boy who is still slightly flushed.

*Dylan’s*Daydream*

Sam is sitting in an empty class room waiting for Dylan after early Ankara escort bayan morning classes ended. Sam’s brown hair falling into his pale face as Dylan walks in.

“I’m sorry I’m late baby,” Dylan walks over to Sam and hugs him, kissing him deeply.

“It’s ok sexy. I just got here a little bit ago.”

“Why did you want to talk?” Dylan asks worried.

“Not so much talk as do,” Sam whispers to Dylan, sending chills up and down Dylan’s spine. Dylan wraps his arms around Sam’s waist.

“What do you mean?”

“I want you to take me right here right now.”

Dylan looks deeply into Sam’s icy blue eyes looking for any hint of a joke, upon finding none he kisses his lover and runs his hands all over Sam’s body, squeezing his firm round ass.

“What do you want to do?” Dylan asks undoing Sam’s jeans. Sam pulls himself up to Dylan’s ear and nibbles on the lobe making Dylan shiver. Sam’s hands make their way to Dylan’s jeans and pull them off. Dylan lifts Sam onto a desk after taking his pants off.

“Take me so I can have your baby” Sam says as he kisses Dylan, taking Dylan’s thick rod into his hands and starts to jack him. Dylan pulls away Sam’s hands and gets on his knees. Dylan slings his loves pale legs over his shoulder exposing the little pink bud.

Dylan runs his hands under Sam’s round ass lifting his tight hole up to his waiting wet mouth. Dylan’s eager tongue worked around the sensitive hole making Sam moan and run his slim hands through Dylan’s shaggy brown hair. Dylan works his tongue into Sam and works it in and out fucking his love with his tongue. Once Sam’s hole is loosened up and gets down on the floor and takes Dylan’s dick into his hand. He guides the large head into his mouth and runs his hands down to the low slung balls. Dylan moans as Sam bobs his head up and down onto the thick dick of his lover.

“You’re so sexy,” Dylan Escort Ankara moans as Sam starts to deep throat the long thick dick. Dylan thrusts up to meet Sam half way. Once Dylan’s dick is covered in his saliva, Sam gets up and leans over the desk showing his well licked hole.

“Dylan, take me nice and deep”

Dylan walks up and grabs Sam’s hips and puts his steel hard rod to the nice tight hole and pushes so it spreads around his head.

“God you’re so tight!”

Dylan starts to push in and pull out making Sam moan and clutch the desk. As Dylan pushes his cock all the way into Sam’s warm asshole he moves his hands up to Sam’s chest playing with his stiff nipples. Sam starts to moves his hips to make Dylan fuck his tight ass.

“Dylan, your dick feels so wonderful in my ass!” Sam moans as his ass is fucked by another boy. Dylan starts to pound into Sam harder and faster.

“Dylan, I’m gonna cum!” Sam shouts as he feels his balls tighten. At this Dylan goes wild and fucks Sam trying to get the tall slender boy to cum.

“I’m c-c-c-cumming!” Sam stutters out as his white sticky load lands on the desk below him. When he comes down from his high he feels a warm sensation in his well fucked hole as he realizes his love had planted his seed in him. As Dylan pulls out Sam reaches into his bag and pulls out a pair of frilly girl panties in a light purple color and pulls them up over his ass and dick.

“You’re going to wear those panties for me?”

“How else am I going to keep your seed with me longer?” Sam says blushing as he feels the warmth already starting to leak out into the panties. Dylan hugs the boy putting his chin on the top of his head.

“You can have it whenever you want, baby,” Dylan says as he runs his hands over Sam’s ass. Sam blushes as he feels the wet spot form in the panties. The boys get dressed and leave for first hour with a kiss.

***

Dylan watches as Sam motor boats one of the girls then realizes he is sporting a nice boner. When most everyone leaves, just Dylan and Sam sit on the mat.

“I liked kissing you,” Sam says looking away blushing.

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So as Judith’s moaning began, I pulled the left side of her cardigan up, exposing her breast to Norman’s camera. Realising he was failing to arouse her fully, I slipped my other hand between our bodies, feeling beneath to find her hot wet clitty. Just a few moments of stimulation and she was panting out loud again.

“Oh YES!” she panted, “Oh Andrew, yes, take me now, Oh, Yes, Yes, YES!!”

And as Norman kept on taking photos, so Aunt Judith had her second orgasm of the night.

I kept up my shafting of her while she thrashed around again under me, marvelling at the fantastic sex I was having with my Aunt, and with the unexpecting help of my Uncle. As he walked around taking more photos, my eyes couldn’t help but notice his cock was now semi-hard, bouncing as he walked about with his foreskin half hiding his bell-end. He’d pulled his grey sweater sleeves up, but other than that he remained stark naked – as did I from the waist down, my black cashmere round-neck having got very hot and sweaty earlier but was now a comforting way of pretending I was normally dressed.

“Oooooh!” gasped Aunt Judith, slowly turning her head to glance back at me, “That was just so wonderful, Andrew, especially me cumming twice like that. You are a very special nephew, isn’t he, Norm?”

“He certainly is, my love,” he replied, “with a good solid cock to give you a good fucking! I’m so glad he’s stopping over tonight ‘cos I’m sure we’re going to have more fun later!”

It seemed so strange to be having these conversations with my Aunt, while she was still laid face down over the sofa’s arm, her naked bottom pressed tightly to my groin, with her soft yellow cardigan now crumpled over her back. She pulled herself up on her elbows, twisting her shoulders round a little to look more directly at Norman and back towards me – and inadvertently showing off her sagging breasts with her hard nipples poking out from under the wool.

“And tomorrow we’ve got John and Barbara coming round, haven’t we,” smiled Judith, “So that will be even more fun! I can’t wait to tell Barbara what a fabulous fucking I’ve had tonight with my nephew – she will be so jealous! And I’m sure you’ll be telling John all about my pleasuring, and then you two will up to your old tricks again, won’t you?”

Norman smiled at his wife. “Well, we might get dressed up, I suppose…” he trailed off, looking slightly sheepish.

“Mmm, I thought I’d phone Barabara to make sure we’ve got you both dressed up properly, and we don’t want any colour clashes, now do we? Why young Andrew here might like to be dressed up too – especially if I was to order him to!”

And with that she wiggled he bottom back into my groin, reminding me that my cock was now softening off after its strenuous activity, but still firmly buried in my Aunt’s cunt.

“Right now I’m going to oder you to slip out of me, and give your old condom to Norm for later. Then you should go upstairs and take a shower while Norm cleans me off. The bathroom is just to the left at the top of the stairs – you can’t miss it!”

So with that I grabbed her hips and slowly pulled back from her cunt, feeling my cock slide smoothly out. She still looked fabulous bending over in that soft lemon cardigan, and her cunt was so beautifully pink and swollen as I drew away, slipping the condom off and holding it ready to knot it.

“That’s fine!” said Norman, “Just hand it over like that – I’ll make sure nothing spills out!”

So I handed him my warm full condom, and he held it carefully in his right hand, before moving between his wife’s legs as I walked back from her. Then he got down on his knees and began to lick her slippery cunt, lapping up her juices.

“Oh, yes, there’s a good boy, Norm!” smiled Judith, looking round at me. “He does have his uses you know, and licking me clean is certainly one of them! I’ll get him to lick up all your cum soon and make sure we don’t lose any. Now up you go for your shower, Andrew. We’ll Ankara escort be up to bed too in a minute or two.”

So I looked round for the rest of my clothes, and leaving the amzing image of my Uncle licking at my Aunt’s cunt to clean her up, I opened the lounge door and climbed the stairs.

At the top on the left was their bathroom with a shower cubicle, so swiftly stripping off my sweater I put it with the other clothes on the floor near the door. I went to lock it, before realising there was no lock, or bolt, or anyway of remaining private. Quickly I went to the shower and turned it on. Fortunately the water didn’t take long to get warm, and soon I was inside with the shower curtain drawn, soaping my aching body while my mind re-lived the amazing night, and my amzing Aunt and Uncle.

Then I could hear voices getting louder as footsteps came up the stairs… then I heard the door open.

“Still washing?” asked Aunt Judith. “I think I should have a little peek!”

And suddenly she drew the shower curtain aside, and stood there grinning in her half-buttoned yellow cardigan as she looked me up and down. I’d decided to face her, to show off a little, and was just rinsing the soap from my half-erect cock and balls when she opened the curtain.

“Oh Norm!” she giggled, “It’s just like when I saw him all those years ago, except he’s a lot bigger now.”

“And he’s just cum inside you too.” added her husband, who’d come in behind his wife, still wearing his short grey turtle neck.

“God it’s all so wonderfully dreamy!” smiled Judith, “And look, he’s showing off his cock for me again, can you see?” and she moved aside so Norman’s eyes could stare at me too.

I’d rinsed off all the soap by now, and was just gently stroking myself, feeling at once so wrong but at the same time so aroused. I still don’t know why I said what i did, but it just kind of came out.

“Anyone want to suck my cock a little?” I asked

“Oooh, the cheeky young thing!” said Judith, in mock alarm, “Fancy him offering his cock to his Aunt and his Uncle! I think he needs to be taken in hand!” she added, moving towards me into the shower. Then as the spray started wetting her cardigan, she grabbed my cock with her right hand, her hands meeting mine as my cock hardened again.

“Hands behind your head, young man, it’s my fingers that are needed now!”she ordered, so I did as I was told, leaving her fingers stoking deliciously up and down my fully hard cock. She has such a good style, forcing my bell end harder with each firm stroke. Then she looked across at Norman.

“Still got the camera, love?” she asked. “I’d love some photos of me now!”

And as Norman held his camera to get the right shot, so she smiled over to the camera, showing off my hardness in her firm grip. Norman started flashing away, then Judith knelt down, ignoring the water now splashing all over her, and started licking my end, making sure Norman photographed every detail. Then she put her mouth right over me again, and Norman moved closer to see all the details. His cock was still semi-hard I noticed, as I my gaze dropped to his wife now sucking so expertly on my cock.

Then she pulled back, and smiled again for the camera as Norman moved in for the close-up.

“Right, now it’s your turn to suck off our nephew!” she beamed to Norman. “Best put the camera down as it will only get wet! I’ll hold his cock and you just kneel down in front of him and take it!”

Judith glanced up at me as Norman put the camera down, and she winked knowingly.

“Come on!” she said, looking over to him, “I know you want to taste his cum straight from the cock now that you’ve eaten up his condom cum. I’ll make sure you get it all down you, and Andrew will love to face-fuck you, won’t he?” and she looked up at me.

Norman was now on his knees by his wife’s side, and though I didn’t want him to suck me at all, that voice came out with:

“Oh yes, he can suck Ankara escort bayan me off completely, especially if you help me a little, Aunt!”

And wishing I hadn’t said it, the inevitable then happened, as Norman put his head forward, opening his mouth, and Judith manouvered my cock between his lips. It felt so wrong, and so exciting, as Judith’s wet cardigan slapped against her body with her wanking movements up my shaft, and Norman’s head bounced up and down on my cock. His lips and tongue felt gorgeous as he carried out his duties, and I knew he was very well practiced at cock sucking – probably with his wife’s full support and control.

“Come on Norm, you don’t usually take so long to get a mouthful, do you?” said Judith, then realising he couldn’t say anything, she looked up at me. “I hope he’s doing you well, Andrew. Are you ready yet? Or maybe you’d like a little extra help?”

And with that she moved position to get her left hand round behind me, and skillfully held open my bottom cheeks as she guided her fingers toward my anus.

I gasped in pleasure as she reached the spot, and knew I couldn’t hold on much longer. It all looked so outrageous, with Aunt Judith’s wet cardigan draped over her body, her hair now wet through too, with one hand tickling my anus and the other shafting my hard cock right into Uncle Norman’s mouth. His sweater was now splashed with shower water, and it wouldn’t be long before I’d be splashing my cum everywhere – or at least wherever Judith pointed my cock.

I was panting hard now, and just took in the view as Judith moved between smiling up at me and looking across to my cock in her husband’s mouth.

“Oh please cum for me, Andrew,” she pleaded, “Let Norm have a good load in his mouth. I want to feel it spurt and know it’s going right down his throat. Come on, be a good boy for me…”

And she started moving faster as my passion built to a climax, and I felt my third cumming of the night spurt into my Uncle’s mouth. It felt so good to be cumming, as Aunt Judith’s fingers did their magic, but so wrong to be cumming in any man’s mouth, let alone my Uncle’s. But I couldn’t stop now, so just let it all come out, squirtingand thrusting into Norman’s mouth.

“Now make sure you swallow it all down!” ordered Judith. “I don’t want any of his precious cream wasting.” The she looked up at me.

“Is it all cum now Andrew?” she asked, smiling, “Or can I squeeze some last dribbles out? I hope Norm has been good for you!”

“Oh God!” is all I could say, “I think it’s all cum now, thank you Auntie.”

“Well there’s a very good boy. And now you’ve cum in me twice and Norm once, so I don’t think we can complain. If you’d like to go and dry yourself, I’ll have a shower too, to freshen up before sleep. I might even let Norm have one too! Norm, you can get up now, and why don’t you show Andrew to his room while I shower?”

So Norman got to his feet, licking his lips, while I stepped out of the shower and Judith went right in, peeling off her wet cardigan and letting it fall to the floor. God she did look gorgeous naked, I thought, as Norman handed me a towel.

He watched me as I dried, while my eyes were still on Judith as she showered with the curtain wide open, showing off knowingly. Soon I was dry, and still semi-hard, so I wrapped the towel around my waist and picked up my clothes.

“Your room is just along here,” explained Norman, leading off out of the bathroom and along a short corridor. “Yours is on the left, at the back, and we are opposite on the right at the front. We normally leave the landing light on when guests are here, so you can find your way to the bathroom in the night.”

He led me into the spare room, which had a large double bed covered by a pink quilt cover, a wardrobe with a dressing table and a chair on the corner covered in all sorts of pink cushions. It was quite a big room, but obviously had a pink theme to it.

“Sorry about the girly Escort Ankara colour scheme!” smiled Norman, “but it was Judith’s choice. I’ll just say goodnight and leave you to go to bed. And thanks so much for letting me suck you off. That’s a great cock you’ve got there, and I know Judith enjoyed having it inside her. See you in the morning!”

And with that he was gone, pulling the door shut has he left.

I quickly put my clothes down on the chair, draped the towel over the back, and slipped between the soft pink sheets. The bed felt gorgeous, and before many seconds I was drifting off to sleep.

I awoke with a start only a few minutes later as the door opened, and in walked Aunt Judith, stark naked.

“I just wanted to kiss you good night!” she smiled. “We can’t have guests going to sleep unless I’ve tucked them up properly and given them a good night kiss!”

She moved over towards me in the bed, her breasts wobbling beautifully as she walked. Then she leaned forward to kiss me, so I pushed my lips forward to meet hers in a wonderful intimate kiss. To my surprise I felt her tongue push towards me, so opened my mouth to let her in, and then let my tongue move to play with hers. Without thinking I just put my arms around her, and we continued our lover’s kiss for what seemd like ages, till she pulled back.

“Just one final goodnight kiss for my very special nephew!” she smiled, and pulled back the duvet to reveal my naked body.

“Oh good!” she grinned, “A little cock at last! I’ll just give him a last kiss of the night!” and with that she squirmed round to face down the bed, and took my soft but hardening and aching cock in her mouth, licking and kissing me in her expert way.

“Oh God!” I said, “You are so good, Aunt, you’ll get me hard again!”

“Well if you’ve got it in you still for a little nightcap, I’d be happy to give you a gentle sucking, love. Here, let me just try something. You open you legs wide for me, and I’ll just kneel down beside you. You can slip a hand between my legs if you’d like to keep your fingers warm!”

So I did as I was told, feeling her fingers explore between my legs to find my anus again, forcing my hard cock up into her waiting lips. I let my hand explore between her legs, and soon found the moist softness of her cunt and clitty, arousing me more as I felt her intimacy. She was so skilled with her lips and fingers that I felt a new wave of spunk building in my cock, even though I’d cum fully in Norman’s mouth only a quarter of an hour or so before.

I lay back and enjoyed it all, me gently fingering her, her pleasuring me with her fingers and lips, and soon she was into the home straight, head bobbing up and down my shaft, twisting and gripping and releasing as she worked me up. There was no point trying to hold back this time, I just let everything build up knowing I was going to cum deep in my Aunt’s throat.

I was now panting as her head bobbed back then right deep down on my cock, taking my whole length inside her as she deep-throated me so skillfully.

“Ah!” I panted, “God you are so good, Aunt, please just take my cum now!”

And with a renewed vigour she bobbed deep down on me, slipping a finger right into my anus as I felt the first spurt of my cum inside her.

“Oh God!” I was panting, “Take me now, now, now, now, Ah! Ahhh! Ahhhhh!” as I felt my cum squirt up into her mouth and down her throat, and saw her swallowing hard to suck me all dry.

“God!” I said again as I began to subside, “I’ve never known a better cock sucker than you, Aunt, that was fabulous!”

She drew back, carefully licking off a few dribbles on the end of my cock, then smiled at me.

“Well I’m glad you enjoyed it, Andrew. I’ve so wanted to have you over all these years, so it has been wonderful for me – like a dream come true. And I’m pleased you gave Norman a mouthful too, becuase he does like to have a real man once in a while. You’ve been a pleasure to both of us, so have a good sleep, and we’ll see you in the morning!”

And with that she stood up, beamed a “Good night!” at me, then walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

To be continued

(c) 2008 Maudecardy

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I was invited to a Halloween Party by a close friend who always asked me to attend, but I never made it. I decided I would make the effort however I would need a really good costume I did not want to attend unless I had a great costume. I searched the stores looking for something that would be perfect. I could rent one, or make something up myself, the thrift stores had all kinds of ideas. I would be Thor God of Thunder, I got all I needed at a few stores, makeup, armor, hammer, the works.

The night came I got to work on my costume early, I purchased a really good wig to get the hair just right, the helmet would not be comfortable, the body armor too would make me sweat with a large red cape I have to say I looked great. I called a cab to bring me to Terry’s place I did not want to have to drive as I planned to have a few drinks, probably the only way I would get thru this night. The cab driver kept looking at me in the mirror,

“Something wrong?”

“Oh no, sorry sir, you just look like the guy from the movie, I was not sure if you were him or not.”

“No sir I am no movie star just a regular guy is all.”

“Your costume is perfect you look exactly like the guy in the movie.”

“Thank you very much.”

I was not trying to look like a certain actor but I guess I had done it. When I arrived at the party Terry greeted me at the door,

“Dam Tom you look just like him, it took me a few minutes to realize it was really you.”

There was a house full of people there, I think I knew maybe two or three of them. One by one they all came up and commented how good my costume looked and how much I looked like the guy in the movie. I was on my third drink chatting with a few mutual friends of ours, I could feel someone was watching me. Have you ever had that feeling? That feeling of uneasiness you can’t see the person looking at you but you can feel it.

This young guy from across the room had his eye on me from the start, had he just came up, chatted with me I would have been at ease, but he only followed my movements as I walked across the room. After an hour, a few more drinks I confronted him, I walked up to him, stood directly in front of him, he was a bundle of nerves, he was terrified.

“Hello my name is Tom I do not believe we have met.”

“Daniel here sorry sir for staring at you but you look so much like Thor, I was intimidated to go over and introduce myself.”

I stuck out my hand, He took my hand, turning a bright shade of red. I knew before the end of this night I would attempt to make out with this young man, hopefully more. We chatted for some time, he was a really nice guy, more than a little shy handsome did not describe this young man, he had on a Ankara bayan escort vampire costume, I wanted him to eventually suck something on me but it was not my neck that was for sure. We hung around for most of the rest of the night, we talked about it all, he was fresh out of university, looking to land a great career, I told him I may be able to help him with some really good contacts I knew in his field. I gave him my number he could text me next week, I could send him some contact info he could use to land the right job.

We had a few drinks, I excused myself to go to the washroom to pee, I told him it was a nightmare to get around this armor to get to my dick.

“Would you like some help with your?”

The question stayed in the air not complete, but I knew what he was offering.

“Yes I would, thank you.”

I took his hand we walked upstairs to the washroom I showed him what had to come off what had to be held, once my cock was free he held it in his hand, he attempted to stroke it,

“I will not be able to pee if you stroke it.”

“Sorry but it is such a nice cock, it should be stroked, sucked.”

I took my cock out of his hand, I concentrated on getting a stream going, he stood, watching as I unloaded my bladder. Once empty he reached out took my cock into his hands, got on his knees licked the last droplets of urine still on my shaft his tongue felt so good on my cock, he sucked the tip of my cock trying to get more fluid out of my hose.

“Dam that feels so good, can you swallow more?”

The boy was a natural he took my cock deep into his mouth, his tongue magical I would blow my load soon he grabbed my ass so he could take more in, my cock was buried deep down his throat, his throat muscles stroked my cock his tongue licked the base, with the suction he had on my cock my balls started to shoot their payload the boy swallowed every drop milking my cock for more of my cum.

I was spent, the boy had drained all I had right now I got myself all tucked back into my costume, he gave me that look that puppy dog look like was I going to take him home with me.

“Your coming home with me right?”

The boys eyes lit up,

“Yes sir I want you to fuck my ass with your big cock later, is that okay?”

“I would love to fuck your hot ass later, lets go mingle with the other guests for now, we can head out to my place later.”

Terry saw me exiting the bathroom with the boy, I asked Daniel to go get me a drink, just so I could talk to Terry, Terry shook his head,

“You fucked that right?”

“Nope I will do that later, he just helped me pee, okay he sucked my dick.”

“Tom your a pig, I so wish I was you.”

Daniel came Escort bayan Ankara up with drinks for both of us,

“Thanks Daniel, do you know our host Terry?”

“Yes we met years ago, thru his ex boyfriend.”

Daniel and I stayed for about an hour or so, the party really wound down by two in the morning so we headed out to my place. Daniel wanted to take his car,

“Daniel you had a drink so your not driving you can ride with me, I will drive you to your car in the morning.”

“Am I spending the night?”

“Your spending the night, I want you in my bed for the night.”

Daniel had a massive smile on his face. When we arrived at my home, I had Daniel help me get out of the costume, I was soon naked, I helped Daniel remove his clothes, the boy had a great body not a bodybuilder but smooth, tight, I could see myself licking him everywhere, we decided to have a drink before bed we both stayed naked Daniel could not take his eyes off of my cock, we drank our drinks then headed to bed as we walked to the bedroom I watched Daniel’s ass as he walked, his cheeks were in perfect sync his dimples above his cheeks would become pronounced then disappear.

Once we were in the room I got Daniel on his back on the bed, my tongue needed to get into that ass of his, he wanted to get to my cock again but I wanted him to wait, my tongue was all over the boys perfect little ass, the boy tasted good, his hole so very tight, I wanted, needed to put my cock in that, I got into a sixty nine position, taking the boys cock in my mouth, his cock was about four inches in length, short and thin his balls small, it was all hairless his ass included. I stopped sucking the boy

“How old are you Daniel?”

“I’m twenty three sir why do you ask?”

“No reason Daniel just wondering is all.”

Daniel got my cock lathered up with spit, I grabbed the lube, lubed up his hole getting my cock slicked up I laid on the bed Daniel would ride my cock he was so eager to get my cock in his tiny hole. The boy got on, placing my cock at his opening the boy plunged his ass onto my cock, I was balls deep the face the boy made you know it hurt him but he aimed to please. Soon he was riding my cock, stroking my cock base to tip the boys cock was bouncing up and down, I grabbed his cock stroking him his cock soon was unloading its load all over my chest. My cock was ready his ass gripped my cock like a clamp my balls rose my cock filled him with my seed, the boy rode me like a cowboy would ride a bull.

The boy laid on my chest my cock slowly slipping out of his hole my seed spilling out of the boys ass. We got in bed I held him in my arms the boy cuddled with me, I kissed him, we were both out. I woke in the Bayan escort Ankara morning the boy was still in my arms he smiled,

“Sir I have never slept so good in my entire life, Thank you.”

I kissed hi, he had me hard ready for more, we got into a sixty nine position his little cock was rock hard and ready, I wanted to taste the boys cum I went to town on his cock taking his cock and balls in my mouth, lathering them in saliva. Daniel was sucking my cock down to the base my cock is eight inches no small feat, he would hold my cock in his throat swallowing, the feeling was incredible he had me on edge, I would shoot my load quickly, I sucked down on Daniel’s cock his small balls reacted I had him close I wanted, I needed his cum in my mouth no sooner said his cock was blasting my tonsils with his semen, everyone’s cum tastes different Daniel’s was more sweet than salty his little cock continued to blast my mouth I licked him clean.

Now that Daniel had cum he wanted my cock to release its load he again swallowed me down to the base, the boy had different techniques each time this was not his first big cock that was for sure. My balls were soon to release their cargo Daniel grabbed my ass pulling my cock deeper into his mouth and throat, that was the thing that sent me over the edge my cock shot like a shot gun, volley after volley of cum my balls ached, they shot so much cum Daniel swallowed it all up not wasting a drop.

I pulled the boy into a hug we laid there for what seemed like a few minutes but in reality was almost a half hour, it felt so good to have the boy in my arms. I think I liked the guy he was attractive very sexy the guy could swallow my cock to the base. It was a match made in gay heaven we got up I made coffee a small breakfast we chatted he was living with two roommates, it was not ideal but it was a place to live at the moment.

After we showered, I could tell he wanted to spend the day with me we went to the park for a walk then for a light lunch at a small bistro, when we got back to my place we got back in bed for round three I plowed the boy, him on his back me on top of him kissing fucking each shooting a massive load.

Spent we laid there covered in cum,

“We have to go get your car at some point Daniel,”

“Do I really need a car can’t we just lay here naked covered in our cum?”

Now it was I who was smiling, the boy had captured my heart, he was so sweet, laying here naked covered in sweat and cum, we will go get your car then you can come back here and we can make dinner, then decide what to do after that. Daniel smiled getting on top of me he leaned in for a kiss, that sounds good to me Tom.

Daniel and I dated for some time we had some incredible sex in the time we spent together we are still friends with benefits some times he will call me come and spend the night now and then, I helped the boy get a great career started, he is rising thru the ranks, he will go far. I wish him well.

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Laura and I usually got together in the early evening. My parents were always downstairs watching their TV shows with Laura usually alone in her room upstairs. Although she never asked or invited me to do anything to her, she always was available to me and would do whatever I asked. She got in the habit of putting her stockings and high heels on because she knew I liked her that way. She would then cover herself with a short white silk robe and wait to see if I would come to her room each evening. There was nothing she would deny me and I knew that she was totally submissive to my desires even though I was just a teenager. So many times she had told me that I could ask her to do anything and she would do it.

My parents were going on a trip to Chicago for a convention and they asked Laura if she would look after me while they were gone. She agreed, of course, and they said they would be gone for an entire week. I was always home from class before Laura got in from work and I would do some homework and then go play some ball with my friends until dinner time. Laura said she would be home in time to fix our dinner and that it would be ready by 6:30 each night, so I should plan on being home by then. My brother had joined the Coast Guard the previous month and was away at boot camp in Cape May, New Jersey. It was to be just the two of us for the entire week. At this point in our activities, I had only allowed her to suck my cock, jerk me off and play with her body in front of me. But I knew that this week would be my opportunity for stepping up the action.

Laura had already left for work when my parents said their goodbyes and took a cab to the airport. When they left, I went off to school. I knew that this would be a very exciting week but I also knew that I needed to be in control where Laura was concerned and take the lead in this relationship. At lunch, I went to a pay phone and called the hospital where she worked. She was a pharmacist and I was switched to her after waiting for a minute.

“Laura, it’s Paul,” I said, “I am looking forward to this week with you. Are you looking forward to what I am going to do to you this week,” I asked her.

“I am, but it’s a little busy in here right now. Can I talk to you when I get home later,” she asked.

“No you can’t, I need to hear you tell me that I can do anything I want to you. I need for you to tell me right now,” I said to her with more force in my voice.

“Okay, let me walk over to the corner here,” she said and I could hear her heels clicking on the hard floor. “Alright, I am over away from everyone.”

“Tell me, Laura. Say it now,” I told her.

“You can do whatever you want with me. I will do whatever you want and whatever you tell me to do,” she said very softly into the phone.

“You’re my whore aren’t you Laura,” I asked over the pay phone.

“Yes, I am your whore, Paul. I’m your dirty whore,” she breathed through the receiver. It was obvious from the tremble in her voice that she was getting excited.

“Good,” I said, “When I get home I want you in your heels and stockings, panties and bra with that short silk robe over it.” After giving her this instruction, I just hung up the phone. I had just confirmed that this was going to be a very good week.

After school I went home and did my usual routine of getting my homework out of the way and then met up with some friends at the school yard for some basketball. The game broke up about 6pm and I walked back home and entered the house. I could smell dinner cooking and knew she was home. I went upstairs, took a shower and pulled on a T-shirt and shorts and then went downstairs to the kitchen.

Laura was standing at the sink washing off a pan when I walked in. With the noise from the water running, she had no idea that I came into the room. I liked seeing her sexy legs in the black stockings and heels and the short robe which really showed them off. As the water was shut off I cleared my throat and she seemed startled as she turned around and looked at me.

“Open the robe and show me that you paid attention to my instructions,” I ordered as I held eye contact with her. Her hands went to the belt of the robe and untied it. Then she took both sides of the robe and pulled it open so I could see that she was wearing exactly what she was told to wear.

“Give me the robe,” I said holding my hand out. She shrugged out of the robe and walked the few steps to hand me the garment.

“Now take off your bra and panties, Laura.”

Still standing very close to me she slowly pulled the bra straps off her shoulders and then unclasped the center hooks and pulled the bra away from her big firm breasts. I held my hand out and she gave me the sexy piece of lace. Her hands then dropped to her hips and she slowly pulled her thin nearly transparent black panties down her legs to her shoes. She lifted each shoe and then stood up and handed me the black panties. I felt the thin fabric of the panties and the obvious moisture in the crotch of the black lace garment.

“Your Ankara bayan escort cunt is wet isn’t it,” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, “I am very excited.”

Looking at her taught sexy body in front of me I pulled down my shorts and my semi erect cock sprang out.

“Stroke it, Laura,” I said to her, “Get me nice and hard.”

“Should we go upstairs to my bedroom, Paul,” she asked as her hand began to move up and down on my hard cock.

“Just do what you are told, tramp,” I said as she continued to jerk me off right there in the center of the kitchen.

“Yes. Sir,” she moaned at me and I could see how her submission deepened when I called her a tramp. She had never called me “Sir” before and I could tell how turned on she became when she used the word. My hands reached out and began to pull and pinch her nipples. They stood out and swelled immediately and I pinched harder and heard her moan loudly. My cock was like an iron rod and she had a firm grip on it as she stroked it.

“You like it when I hurt your tits don’t you,” I asked as I kept at her full, firm breasts and nipples.

“Oh, God, yes” she gasped, “Hurt my tits,” she pleaded. “I love it when you use me like this, Sir” she confessed to me. Again she had called me Sir. I pulled her close to me and our lips met and then our tongues were dueling with each other as we tried to climb into each others mouth. I held her in my arms and pulled her tight to me and grabbed her firm naked ass. My fingers dug in and pulled her body to mine so my cock was pressed onto her belly.

I pulled her hair back and her face was away from mine. I could see her need and desire. He mouth hung opened as she gasped for air. I pulled her across the room by her hair and pushed her face down on the butcher block table.

“Bend over the table, you slut,” I shouted and watched her body bend over the hard wood as her arms reached out and grabbed the far edges with her hands.

“Ask me to fuck you, Laura,” I ordered.

“Fuck your whore, Sir” she whined, “Take your Aunt with your cock.”

I had waited for this moment for weeks and here we were in the kitchen with her wearing just her stockings and heels and holding onto the table. She was so completely out of control and now begging for my cock. I knew without a doubt that I owned her and her body. Reaching down, I took my cock and ran it up and down her wet cunt. Then with one hard thrust, I pushed forward and buried myself all the way into her. I couldn’t believe how wet and tight she was.

“Oh, yes,” she cried out as I imbedded myself into her. My hands gripped her hips and I began to pound into her with a steady, hard motion. There was no technique, it was just raw need on my part. Her ass quickly found my rhythm and she met me with her own urgent need.

“Oh, yes,” she was crying, “Fuck your whore, Sir.”

I could tell she was fast approaching her climax and I knew I was close as well. I kept up this pounding pace and felt her convulse and knew she was climaxing. Her orgasm sent me over the edge too. We both began to groan out our orgasms with me shooting hot cum deep into her. Her ass kept hammering back at me. She couldn’t stop crying and moaning and begging.

“Fill your slut, Sir,” she babbled, “Use your dirty Aunt. Oh, God, it feels so good. Cum in me, baby, please fuck your hot cum into me.”

My cock slowed as we both started to come down from this amazing climax and I pulled back and watched my cock slip out of her. I saw all the wetness and cum drip out of her and my cock was soaked with our mixture of sex fluids. Laura rose up and turned to me and began to kiss me.

“Thank you,” she said as she looked deep in my eyes. “I need you so much. I will do anything for you. Just tell me what you want and I will do it. You own me, Sir.”

“You’re my property, Aunt Laura,” I told her, “My dirty Aunt is my sex slave isn’t she?”

“Oh, God, yes,” she told me with her eyes still directly fixed on mine. I put my hand on top of her head and firmly pushed her down. She immediately complied and squatted in front of me.

“Clean off your owner, Laura,” I ordered her and she took my wet cock into her mouth and sucked it and licked it as if she needed my cock more than she needed air. It was just 7:15 and we hadn’t eaten dinner but I had just fucked this incredibly sexy older woman who pledged her body to me just moments ago. It dawned on me that I really did own her now as I watched her work on my cock. I also knew that she was not trying to clean me up but to get me hard all over again.

“Let’s go up to your room,” I told her as I pulled her up by her hair and pointed her toward the stairs. As she walked in front of me I loved the look of her tight little ass and the motion of her hips. I reared back and hit her naked ass with a loud slap. Laura stopped immediately and bent over and looked back at me saying, “Hit me some more. I like it when you slap me and hurt me, Sir.” I hit her twice more and then pushed her toward the steps. Then something Escort bayan Ankara occurred to me.

“Stop,” I told her, “and go back to the kitchen and get the large stainless steel spatula and then come up to your bedroom.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said and immediately walked back down the stairs as I continued on up to her bedroom.

I waited up in her room and then heard her footsteps back on the staircase. She walked into the room and I was sitting in the big chair beside her bed. I saw the large spatula in her hand and also a long metal ruler in the other hand.

“I thought you may want to use the ruler on me too, Sir,” she said as she came to me and held both instruments out in front of her.

“You’re a thoughtful whore, Laura,” I said taking both shiny pieces of metal. “Tell me where you need me to use the ruler.”

“Anywhere you want, Sir,” she said in a low subdued voice. “Maybe on my big tits if you like.”

“Bend forward over the bed,” I told her and she turned and assumed the position right away.

With her hands holding the bedding in a tight grip I immediately went to her side and began to use the spatula on her exposed ass. The sound of the cracks were very loud in the room and she cried out with each one. I alternated between each of her ass cheeks and saw the deepening red marks on them. After a total of ten hard smacks, I stopped.

“Now turn on your back on top of the bed,” I ordered.

Laura was breathing very heavily but turned over and stretched her arms wide on the bed exposing her body completely to me. I now had the ruler in my hand and slapped it on her left nipple. She moaned loudly and I then hit her right nipple with a firm rap too. Then alternating between them, I hit her for several more hard slaps with the cold steel.

I could see the incredible hardness of her nipples along with the bright red strips about an inch wide across them. Without warning, I then took the ruler and hit her between her legs directly on her exposed cunt lips and extended clit.

“Oh my God,” she screamed looking up at me and watching me wield the weapon again on her sensitive cunt.

“You want more, don’t you, slut,” I asked looking into her eyes.

“Please, Sir, hit your slave. Hurt me, Sir,” she pleaded.

I knew how sexually out of control she was getting from the hard slaps on her body and I hit her several more hard direct hits on her clit. Her heels dug into the mattress and she was moving her hips up to me as I spanked her wet cunt with the ruler. It was like I was fucking her with each slap. Her high heels were planted on the mattress top as she rocked her hips up to expose herself completely for each hard blow. Then I stopped and reached for her hair and pulled her up to a sitting position. I then turned and walked to the chair and sat down with my incredibly hard cock sticking straight up.

“Come over here and sit on my cock. Ride me with your cunt,” I said as she approached me. She put her stocking covered knees outside my legs on the seat cushion and slowly guided her excited and beaten cunt down onto me. Her weight pressed down as I slid all the way up into her. She took a deep breath and then began to move herself forward and back on my cock as it stayed fully engulfed inside her. She was moving herself very fast and then leaned forward with her hands to take hold of my shoulders to help her leverage her cunt against me.

“That’s it Laura, bang me with your cunt,” I told her as my hands took her big tits and pinched down on her swollen, beaten nipples.

“Oh, God, I’m cumming,” she screamed as I watched her body spasm over me and her hips grind down to feed her shattering orgasm.

“Your cum. Please, I need your cum in me,” she pleaded as the perspiration beaded up on her perfect skin. I knew that I couldn’t hold out much longer and took her hips in my hands and began to move her on my cock like a rag doll. Her head rolled back and her arms hung down beside her as I moved her in this tight grip until I was ready to cum.

“Oh, you slut,” I grunted as I felt my cum began to fire up into her and she stayed in her high state of arousal as she felt it flood into her. Pushing her back a bit I looked into her dazed eyes as she seemed drunk or stoned.

“On your knees now and put me in your mouth,” I said to her and she moved slowly in her foggy state. She raised herself off me and then off the chair’s edge. She took my hard, wet cock and engulfed it. Her mouth sucked the remainder of the warm cum down her throat with her hand holding it at the base. After a few minutes of her oral magic, I pushed her away and she just seemed to sit there in complete exhaustion on her heels in front of me. She looked in a state of complete sexual exhaustion as I got up and walked to the door.

“Be in my room tomorrow morning before you leave for work. I will need you to suck another load of cum. Make sure your makeup is on and your lipstick color is red,” I said as I left the room.

It was about 6:30AM when I started to Bayan escort Ankara awaken and then realized that the covers were pulled back and Laura was bobbing her head up and down on my fully erect cock. I laid there enjoying her talents for some time before I looked down to see her. She was dressed in a summer print dress and was kneeling on the bed so I could see her sexy heels and black stockings sticking out below the hem of the dress.

“Look up at me so I can see your face Laura,” I told her.

She turned with my cock still in her mouth and I could see her pretty face all make up and her bright red lipstick staring up at me.

“Pull your dress up over your ass so I can see it while you suck my cock,” I told her.

Laura reached back and pulled the hem up and slowly lifted it up over her ass. All the time she was doing this she was also looking up at me with her red lips working hard on my cock. I reached out and touched her smooth sexy butt and heard her whimper as I slowly rubbed it as she went down deeper on me. My hand slowly moved from her ass down to her thigh and to her stocking tops and back up again. She was pushing herself against my hand as I did this.

“How long before you have to leave for work,” I asked her. Her mouth came off my cock briefly so she could respond.

“I need to leave in 30 minutes.”

I pushed her away from me as I got up and walked around behind her. My hands took her black silk panties and glided them down over her nice tight ass as she kneeled there without moving.

“Put your head down so your ass is up higher for me to fuck,” I ordered her.

She had her head resting on her forearms on the mattress and her ass was at the edge of the bed and high enough for me to reach it easily with my cock as I stood behind her.

“Tell me what you need, slut.” I demanded as my hand delivered a hard slap to her upturned ass.

“Your slut needs your cock, Sir” she said in a strained, ragged voice that was filled with sexual need. I loved the look of her like this with her ass framed by the black garter belt that held her stockings up and the obvious moisture on her exposed pussy lips.

“Then put me inside your cunt,” I told her as I watched her hand reach from between her legs to grasp my cock and position it at the wet opening. She then pushed herself back onto me and I was moving deeper and deeper into her. Her hips then pushed down and I was fully captured inside her warm cunt.

“Oh, God, yes,” she cried out as her hips moved on me and demanded my cock use her needy body.

“That’s it, Bitch, fuck your nephew,” I moaned as I stood there watching her do an erotic lap dance on my rock hard cock. Her hips were pounding my cock as she drove me in and out of her.

“Uh huh, uh huh, make me cum” she moaned as she moved with an urgency that was driven by her need for an orgasm.

“Oh, that’s it, you slut, fuck me like that,” I said as I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. But Laura was way ahead of me and she screamed as the moment hit and her hands clawed the sheets and her body shook from the spasms of her ongoing climax. I couldn’t wait any longer and took her hips in a strong grip and buried myself as deep as possible inside her. My cock convulsed and started to spray cum deep inside her milking pussy. It was an incredible feeling and I thought to myself as I began to come down from this amazing orgasm that this was only the beginning of a week with just the two of us alone in the house.

When I finally pulled out, I watched my cum and her juices dripping out of her. She just stayed there in that same position until I realized that she was waiting for me to tell her she could get up.

“I am going to take a shower before school. You can put your panties back on but do not wipe away any cum. I want it to drip out of you all day long so you can remember whose slut you are. I’ll call you at work later on,” I said leaving the room without turning around and heading into the bathroom down the hall. As I walked into the bathroom I heard a faint, “Yes, Sir,” as I closed the door.

The phone rang in the pharmacy where Laura was alone and the other pharmacists were out at lunch. She walked over to the phone and answered it as she would at any other time during the day.

“Hospital Pharmacy, this is Laura, can I help you,” was her standard speech when answering.

“Tell me, Laura, are you a slut,” were the words that caused a tremor to go through her body. All morning she waited for the call but it didn’t come and she had forgotten about it during her busy work day. Her mouth went dry and she had trouble responding.

“Yes, Sir,” she breathed out, “I am a slut.”

“I’m going to hurt your tits again tonight before I fuck you. Do you want me to hurt them? You seemed to like it last night, didn’t you,” I said teasing her and making her feel both stimulated and humiliated.

“Oh, yes, I want that. Oh please, Sir, I need you to hurt my tits” she said into the phone as her breathing became difficult and she felt her chest tighten from the arousal. Her nipples were hardening and she had to control herself from taking her nipples and pinching them hard. She wondered how she could go from a normal workday mode to an aroused submissive bitch in just a few seconds.

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Mom Has an Accident

A few months trickled by, Leroy started to come out of his depression, Dave didn’t know what to do other than be there for Leroy when he wanted to talk. He was worried about Leroy, the days when Leroy wasn’t on base, he sat around the house. Dave would come in for his dinner and still find him vegging around like he had lost time and forgot.

Leroy woke up late one morning and said fuck it. He doesn’t need his Mother to make it in this world. It bothered him for the longest for what he had told her during their last meeting, but he couldn’t dwell on it any longer. Leroy has his Father, brothers and sisters love, and most of all, Dave’s.

He was waiting for Dave to come home from work; he had just made it in himself and waited for Dave in the living room. When Dave walked through the front door, he smiled, seeing Leroy sitting there. Dave was used to finding Leroy already in bed or in front of the boob tube. “Hey, Sweetie, how are you tonight?” Dave asked.

“I’m doing quite well. Hon was wondering if you’d like to sit with me for a bit.” Dave looked at Leroy and was wondering what was up but went over and sat next to him. Leroy put his arm around Dave and pulled him into a kiss. “Babe, I’m sorry I’ve been down for the last few months, I shouldn’t have let my Mother get to me as bad as it did. I love you, can you forgive me for my behavior?”

“Leroy, of course, but there is nothing to forgive.”

“Oh, there is, we haven’t really made love since then, and I’ve yelled and screamed, I know I’ve brought you to tears more than once over these few months. I’ve been, a wholly hell to live with and Babe, I love you, and I’m so sorry for letting myself dip into depression.”

“So, are you coming out of it, then?”

“Yes, Babe, I decided it was foolish to blame myself for my Mother’s reactions. We’ve done nothing wrong but love one another. I’m sorry it has taken me this long to realize this.”

“I love you, Leroy.”

“Ditto, Dave.” Leroy smiled and leaned over to kiss Dave. “I love you, Dave, more than you’ll ever know.”

Leroy pulled Dave up, and they walked down the hall together towards the bathroom. Leroy pulled Dave into the bathroom and started undressing him, as he was doing this he reached into the shower and turned it on so it would begin to warm up. When Leroy finished undressing Dave, Leroy kissed along his collarbone and down his chest, Leroy had to stop himself before kneeling in front of Dave and started sucking him, Leroy wanted to do this in the shower. So he quickly undressed and opened the shower door and guided Dave though.

Leroy picked up the soap and immediately started to lather Dave up and wash him, as he was washing him he was kissing Dave passionately on the lips, neck, chest, and down his stomach. Leroy got down on his knees and started licking and sucking on Dave, as he was doing this he was putting a very soapy finger inside of Dave, soon it became two and then three. Dave’s moans were getting louder and louder, Leroy decided he better stop sucking him, or he was going to go off before he was able to enter him.

So after removing his fingers from Dave’s ass and removing Dave’s cock from his mouth, Dave gasped audibly, he didn’t want it to end yet, he was so close. Leroy stood and turned Dave around and pushed him up against the wall as he was entering him, “Oh Fuck, Leroy. Oh Shit, Fuck Me, Babe.” Leroy smiled and started fucking him. “Harder, Babe, Please.” Leroy put one hand on his hip and the other on his shoulder and power fucked him, before he knew it Dave was shouting his name and cumming all over the shower wall and Leroy was shooting his load deep inside his lover.

Leroy held Dave to him for a while before he let his cock slip out of Dave’s ass; he was kissing lightly over the back of his shoulders. Dave had his eyes closed he didn’t want the feeling to end, but then Leroy slipped out, and he slowly turned him around so he could kiss Leroy. After a bit, they parted and started to wash so they could get out of the shower. Once out, Dave grabbed a towel and dried Leroy first then he grabbed one for himself and dried off. Once they were dry Leroy pulled Dave to the bedroom, and Leroy laid down, and Dave cuddled up to him with his head on Leroy’s chest, and they fell peacefully to sleep.

– – – – –

Aaron, Bridget, Allison, and Jason walked into Dave and Leroy’s house unannounced, and they were about to call out when they heard Leroy. “Oh God Dave. Yeah. Oh Shit. Yeah.” They also heard grunting. Allison turned red and hid her face in Jason’s neck.

“Let’s leave, shit, I knew we should’ve called,” Aaron whispered. Then they heard the end of Leroy’s and Dave’s lovemaking when they listened to both of them come with grunts and foul language.

Before they could turn to leave, they heard Leroy scream from the bedroom. “Who in the hell came into my house.”

Sheepishly Allison responded. “It’s Aaron, Bridget, Jason, and me.” All they heard from Leroy Ankara escort was laughing.

“Have a seat we’ll be out in a few.”

“We could come back. When it’s less embarrassing.” Allison responded.

Leroy chuckled. “Just wait in the family room, it’s going to be embarrassing later if we don’t confront it now.”

Dave looked at Leroy, “You heard someone come in, and you let me continue?” Dave whispered at Leroy.

“Hey, I don’t get you to fuck me very often, so whoever wants to walk into this house unannounced then it’s their fault.” Leroy was smiling at Dave. At that moment, Dave’s cock popped out of his ass and which made him chuckle even more. “Let’s get cleaned up.” He and Dave walked into the bathroom with some clean clothes. Leroy jumped into the shower first and showered as quickly as possible, and then as he got out, Dave got in. Leroy dressed and headed to the family room. “Hey, why do we deserve this visit?” Leroy looked at the four of them sitting there and smiled, Allison and Bridget both turned red.

“Leroy, if you heard us come in, why didn’t you stop what you two were doing?” Aaron asked.

“Hey, I don’t get fucked often, as I told Dave, I wasn’t going to stop it.”

“Dave was fucking you?” Allison asked. “I thought he was mostly the bottom?”

“God Allison don’t ask questions, it’s bad enough we know what they were doing,” Aaron responded.

“To answer your question, yes he is usually the bottom as we have discussed this before, but everyone once in a blue moon he will be the aggressive one, and I like when he is. So I wasn’t going to stop him, he was fucking me something awesome.” Dave walked into the room as Leroy was saying this.

“Shit, Leroy, would you please stop saying things. Really I wish you would’ve told me they walked in.” Dave was a little red himself.

“I told you, I wasn’t going to stop you. You are gonna have to just live with it, my family will have to learn to not walk into other people’s houses.” Leroy chuckled again. “Anyways, why are you here?”

“We wanted to know if you would like to go to dinner with us.” Aaron chuckled. “Looks like you two have your date backward, sex first then dinner.”

“What do you think, Dave, would you like some dinner?”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

They went out to a nice restaurant and had a wonderful time, the six of them came back to Leroy’s for a bit, they all sat around drinking a beer or two, both women didn’t drink they grab up water from the fridge. Allison informed them, they were all going to be uncles and an aunt again. She hadn’t even told anyone else other than of course Jason. Leroy got up and hugged his sister and congratulated her and Jason. Dave, Aaron, and Bridget got up as well and hugged them.

****

A week went by, and Dave had to work one night, and Leroy had it off, he had a couple of buddies stop by, and they were drinking a lot and watching a baseball game. Once it was through his buddies left, and he staggered off to the bedroom to sleep.

Dave came home, it was after two in the morning, he should have been back just after midnight, but he was dealing with a major car accident. He walked straight to the bedroom. “Leroy, wake up, please.” Leroy’s phone was on silent, so he didn’t know he was being called every few minutes for the past four hours. “Leroy, please.” Leroy started to stir; he was still a little hammered from drinking with his buddies.

“What’s up? What time is it?”

“It’s after two, Leroy, there has been an accident.” Leroy sat bolt upright in the bed. “Leroy, your Mother, has been in a bad car accident, she is in surgery now. Everyone has been calling you.” Leroy looked for his phone and didn’t know where it was. He still hasn’t said anything, he stumbled out of bed towards the family room, and he found it on the floor in the kitchen. “Leroy, talk to me.” Leroy looked and saw he missed about a hundred phone calls.

“Where is she?” As he ran back to the bedroom, to pull on his jeans and a t-shirt.

“Come on, and I’ll take you, she is at St. Francis.” Leroy grabbed his wallet, shoes, and followed Dave. Leroy didn’t speak; he just listened. “She was coming home from a friend’s house, and a drunk driver hit her head on, she didn’t even have time to swerve. They had to cut her out of the car. The drunk driver died at the scene.” Leroy had his head in his hands, even though he wasn’t talking to his Mother, he didn’t want her to die. “All I know is what I saw at the scene and when I was at the hospital, Leroy. She has lots of broken bones and a head injury. She’s in surgery now. They are trying to set the bones, and some will have to be done with plates and screws. For her head, it’s a wait and see game. I’m sorry, Hon.” Dave was driving as fast as he could to the hospital, Leroy never even notice he was sitting in Dave’s patrol car.

When Dave and Leroy walked into the ER, everyone was standing there, a few we sitting, but mostly everyone was pacing the floor. When they looked Ankara escort bayan over at Leroy they seem to calm down a bit, this to them proved Leroy still loved their Mother. “Any news?” Leroy looked at Aaron. Aaron shook his head.

“Dave tends to get the most information, they aren’t talking much with us. After we couldn’t get a hold of you, he said he would go and get you. Leroy, Mom, didn’t look good when they had taken her to surgery.” Allison cried.

Leroy looked over at Jewels, she was crying, he sat next to her and put his arms around her. “Where’s Dad?”

“We don’t know, we haven’t been able to get ahold of him either. He’s been so mad at Mom since the day in the restaurant, he’s been staying at Aunt Maggie’s. I’ve tried calling, but there’s no one answering the phone there either.

“I’ll go and see if he’s there,” Leroy stated. He got up and then looked at Dave. “I don’t have a car here, do I?”

“Here take mine, I’m sorry, I… I… I don’t know why I didn’t go over to Aunt Maggie’s looking for Dad.” Jeff replied. “We figured he would answer his phone, like you, we were expecting you to answer.”

“Ringer off, and I was drunk.” Was all Leroy said as he grabbed the keys from Jeff and headed out to the parking lot.

“Are you going to be okay to drive? When was your last drink, love?” Dave asked.

“Fine to drive, it was about eleven. I’ll be fine, I love you.” Leroy got into Jeff’s car and pulled out of the lot heading towards Aunt Maggie’s.

Dave walked back into the hospital and told Aaron he will be back in a bit, he had to return his cruiser. Before Dave left, he did ask the nurse for an update on Sue, which there was none, but she stated she would keep the family informed. Dave let Aaron know before heading off to the station.

Leroy made it over to Aunt Maggie’s and found his Father’s car in the driveway, he rang the doorbell and waited. He had to ring it a few more times before his uncle came to the door. “Leroy, what are you doing here at this hour?”

“Uncle Dan, I need to talk to my Dad, something has happened.” Dan let him in and told him which bedroom Lee was staying in, and Leroy went up to it. Leroy knocked on the door and then opened it. “Dad, you awake?”

Lee stirred and woke, “Leroy? Leroy, what’s wrong?”

“Dad get dressed and come with me, please.” Lee sat up in bed and threw his legs over the side and grabbed for his pants.

“What’s going on?”

“Mom, got in a serious car accident tonight. Apparently, no one could get a hold of either one of us.” Lee stood up and dressed quickly. “Dad, it’s not looking good, but I don’t know everything. She was hit by a drunk driver, and she’s in surgery. That’s all I really know. I walked into the hospital and then came to get you.”

Leroy took his Father to the hospital to wait with everyone else. Finally, the doctor came out and said they have her in the ICU, with instructions of only two family members at a time could see her. So Lee and Allison went in, Allison asked if Leroy wanted to go first, but he shook his head.

Sue was laying there, barely awake, in a lot of pain, and almost in a full body cast. She started to cry when she saw Lee, he bent to kiss her cheek. Allison held her hand as they talked a bit. Allison said she will leave so someone else could come in. Whenever someone came out, they would ask if Leroy would like to go in and he would tell them no. Finally, when Jewels who was the last to come out and left Lee in there alone, Leroy got up and walked into the ICU, he didn’t go into the room, Leroy looked in from afar. Lee looked up from talking to Sue and saw Leroy looking in and motioned for him to come in, but Leroy shook his head and walked out. When he came back out to the waiting area, Leroy told them he was going home, that he had to get ready for work, it was already almost eleven. Dave followed him out.

“Did you see her?” Dave asked.

“See, yes, I didn’t go into the room. Don’t need Sue getting all pissed off that I’m here worrying about her. Let’s go home so we can get an hour of rest and head to work.” Dave took him home, and when they were in the house, Leroy turned and fell to his knees and cried, Dave, got down and held him.

“I’m sorry, Hon, I’m so sorry.” Dave was kissing his neck as he was holding him tight. After a while, Leroy came back to his senses and got up and went to take a shower. He really did have to go to work, and so did Dave. Dave waited until he was out to jump in himself; then they both laid down for a few hours before heading to work.

Leroy went to work and then on his way home he stopped off at the hospital, he went to the ICU waiting room and found his Father and Allison there, the siblings were taking shifts staying at the hospital. He sat down with them, not saying anything. Allison grabbed Leroy’s hand and held it. “I told her you were here that you had to leave to go to work. She didn’t say anything. Leroy, please go in and see her.”

“I can’t, Escort Ankara I’ll be here, but I can’t go in, she doesn’t want me, remember.”

“Leroy, she didn’t say, she didn’t want you here.”

“And she didn’t say she did. I’ll stay out here, it’s fine. When is the next visiting hour?”

“It’s coming up in a bit. If you change your mind, I don’t mind staying out here.” Allison stated.

Leroy shook his head, and they sat there talking, and when the time to go in came, Lee and Allison got up. Leroy leaned his head back against the wall and fell asleep. When the hour was up, they came back out to a sleeping Leroy, Dave and Patrick were sitting next to him. They were talking low when Lee and Allison walked in. “How long has he been asleep?” Allison asked.

“Don’t know, I found him this way when I walked in,” Dave responded. “I should probably wake him up and get him home. Did he go in?”

“No, he refused. Has he said anything?”

“When we got home, he broke down, but he didn’t say anything.”

“But he still cares for her.”

“Allison, he never stopped, it’s killing him she doesn’t want him around, hell it killed him to say what he said to her in the fit of anger,” Dave responded.

“Leroy never opens up to us, so we can never tell when he is hurting.”

“Allison it took me a long time to figure out when he would blow up, I knew something was bothering him, but now I know the signs. I knew that day in the restaurant he was going to blow. I was trying to get him out the door before he started yelling at Sue. When I got him home, and he wouldn’t move or talk, it killed me he was hurting so bad. That night, I held him for the longest time before he stopped crying.”

“Stop talking about me like that. No one needs to know when I’m weak.” Leroy woke up.

“Yes we do, it’s nice to know my brother does cry, that he does have feelings. It doesn’t show you’re weak, it’s quite the opposite.” Allison responded.

“Nope, it shows I’m weak,” Leroy said as he stood up. “I need to go to bed, call if you need anything, and if you all want to use my house as a napping zone or food source, since I’m the closest, please do. You know where the key is, or I will leave it unlocked.”

“Leroy, please go in and see your Mother, I don’t think she will strike out against you,” Lee asked him.

“Dad, I can’t, I’m here, and this is all I can be. You know she’s not ready to forgive me, and she will stay quiet only because she doesn’t want strangers to know I’m gay. I need to get home and get some sleep before my shift, I’ll try to stop by before I head to the base today.” Allison gave him a hug and then Dave before they walk out of the waiting room.

“Your Dad is right, she won’t lash out at you.”

“I know, but she doesn’t want me here either. Anyways, where are you parked?”

Leroy walked Dave to his car because it was closer than his, he kissed and hugged him before he drove away. When he walked to his truck, he dropped into his seat and felt exhausted. Once he was home, he found Dave in the shower and decided to join him.

Leroy striped as he was coming down the hallway to the bathroom. He walked in and asked Dave if he would like some company. Dave smiled and held the shower door open for him. Once Leroy was in the shower, he pushed Dave up against the wall and started kissing him. Dave was holding Leroy to him, he had his hands on his shaved head and neck, and then they would roam down his back and back up again.

Leroy was doing the same, but he had a handful of Dave’s hair in one hand as the other hand roamed. They turned in the tub so Dave could slide down to his knees. He kissed all around Leroy’s pelvic region, before taking Leroy’s cock and balls in his hands and kissed, licked and then started to suck his cock. Leroy now had both of his hands full of Dave’s hair, and he was pumping lightly into Dave’s mouth with his cock, Leroy was moaning softly.

Dave was more in control right now then Leroy, Leroy did pump in and out of Dave’s mouth, but Dave was running the show. He was licking and sucking, and then he would move down to Leroy’s balls and lick and suck on those. Dave reached for the soap and lathered up Leroy’s ass and started sticking a finger inside, as he started sucking his cock again he was rubbing two fingers against Leroy’s prostate, which caused Leroy to moan even louder and buck his hips. It was bringing Leroy closer to an orgasm.

Dave stood up, he didn’t top much, but he turned Leroy around to face the wall and pushed up inside of Leroy. “Oh, God, Dave.” Dave started with small thrusts and then started to come almost all the way out and shoved it back in. Leroy was moaning. “Dave, shit.” Dave kissed the back of Leroy’s neck, he reached around and grabbed Leroy’s cock and started jerking him off as fast as he was thrusting into Leroy’s ass.

When it became too much for Leroy to handle, he erupted and which caused him to tightened his ass around Dave and it cause Dave to come. Dave pushed Leroy against the wall, and they stayed like that for a bit before Dave softened, and he pulled out of Leroy. Leroy turned around, hugged and kissed Dave, and they finished their shower and went to bed naked, Dave spooned Leroy.

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It was a cool, sunny day – the temperature being comfortable enough to turn off the air conditioning and let the quiet summer breezes flow through the windows and meander about the house. Susan had the house to herself and she moved about it as if to reclaim it for her own. The kids were off with friends at the lake and Tony was golfing. At last – no one asking her for something, not knowing where things were, nothing to break, spill, clean up, or wash. Freedom!

She anticipated a whole day to herself and dressed to be as comfortable as she could possibly be. After a long bath, she stood before her closet and almost mechanically put on her usual clothes – her “uniform” as she called it – thick blue cotton collared shirt-sleeved shirt, her durable jean skirt, and her no-slip sneakers. But, she paused. “Not today,” she smiled as she threw those clothes in the laundry. She rummaged through her dresser drawer to find the silk shorts she had purchased yet never worn – found them – and then searched for and found the silk tank top she also hadn’t had the time or opportunity to wear. Then she opened the drawer to grab a pair of panties. Yet, again she paused. “Nope. Not today,” she giggled to herself as she pulled the loose silk shorts up her smooth, just shaven legs and gently over her pussy. She then thought to reach behind the compartment that held her panties – her heart pounded for a beat or two – but she drew back her hand. “Later” she smiled to herself. “Later.”

She walked across the house into the kitchen and made herself a cup of tea. With the tea’s steaming aroma in her wake, she then walked through the dining room and into the formal living room – where she generally allowed no one to venture for fear of dirty hands staining the recently purchased couch. Today, the living room was hers. She set her tea on the table, grabbed some unread magazines, and spread herself on the couch. She was so completely relaxed that soon she fell asleep.

At first the tapping on the side door seemed to be part of her dream. But as she came-to, she realized that there was someone at the side door. But who? She was expecting no one. Feeling a bit exposed, she ran to the hallway closet, grabbed her cardigan sweater, and hurried to the kitchen fumbling to button it as she went. As she turned the corner, she saw waiting on the other side of the door an unexpected yet pleasant surprise – her friend Beth.

“Hey – my god, what are you doing here?” she exclaimed while unlocking and sliding the door open.

“I was hoping you were here,” said Beth stepping in and leaning over to give Susan a kiss on the cheek. “How are you? I saw your car and figured you’d be back here in the kitchen.”

“No, no – I’m all alone today – I fell asleep in the living room.”

“Where is everyone?” asked Beth obviously happy for Susan’s temporary freedom.

“Gone – that’s all I care about for the moment. I am relaxing for a bit for god’s sake.”

“And, my friend, you deserve it. God, I feel like I’m interrupting – I should have called first!”

“No, no! I’m so glad to see you – I’m glad you’re here. What, have you been running?” asked Susan.

“Yeah, I love this neighborhood so I thought I’d run through it and stop by to say hi.”

“Are you running again?” asked Susan.

“Yeah,” laughed Beth shaking her head, “I’m running again. Let’s talk about anything else but why I’m running again.”

And so they did – sipping tea in the forbidden living room (Beth remarked about how clean it looked and took off her shoes in deference to its cleanliness), sharing the couch, catching up on the news of friends and family – discussing summer plans. Susan remarked about how beautiful the weather was to which Beth answered,

“Well, you’d never guess it by the way you’re dressed – what’s with the sweater?”

“Oh!” Susan laughed, “This? I didn’t know who you were when you knocked on the door. I threw it on as I ran over.”

“Is that the beautiful silk shirt you bought when we were at Victoria’s Secrets?” asked Beth excitedly. “I’ve never seen you wear it – let me see it!”

“Okay,” Susan said as she began to unbutton the sweater to show her the silk shirt underneath. Beth watched in silence while Susan’s fingers unfastened each button. Susan arched her back as she pulled the sweater off her large breasts straining against the silk fabric.

“Oh, Susan,” whispered Beth, “that’s right for you.”

Susan turned from side to side, without really thinking about it so Beth could view the shirt that hugged her body.

“You wear that so well,” said Beth.

“Stop it. That’s not true – not half as well as you would have if you bought the smaller one.”

“‘Smaller’ one – that’s a laugh,” said Beth with dejection.

“What’s that all about? What are you talking about?” asked Susan.

“Oh bother,” she said waving her hand in the air with disgust. “Ron was bitching about my gaining weight,” said Beth, “that’s why I’m running. God damn it.”

“What is he Ankara bayan escort talking about? Who is he kidding,” said Susan with disbelief.

“Yeah, yeah, fucking asshole. I could kill him. He had the nerve to tell me I wasn’t ‘presenting’ myself well – like I’m a goddamn piece of his clothing for Christ’s sake.”

“Well,” said Susan pointedly, “Let me tell ya – I’d love to wear your body on me.”

Beth stopped and stared oddly at her for a moment as suddenly Susan realized her faux pas. Susan got a bit flustered yet broke the moment of awkwardness by pushing Beth playfully, “you know what I mean!’

They both laughed with nervous relief. But then Susan, thinking her message lost, took Beth by the hand and said, “seriously girlfriend, don’t pay any attention to him. You are so beautiful – you have nothing to worry about.”

“Really?” Beth said shyly looking down.

“Yes – I mean that,” said Susan squeezing Beth’s hand to emphasize it.

“Well, Ron doesn’t think so – he hasn’t touched me in weeks.”

“Stop!” said Susan.

“It’s true – it’s killing me. Does this ever happen to you? I’m going crazy.”

After a long pause, Susan said, “yeah, it happens.”

“Well – what do you do? How do you get him to pay attention?”

“I don’t,” said Susan, “he just gets weird that way.”

“So you just stay frustrated?” asked Beth shrugging her shoulders in disgust.

“No,” laughed Susan, “no frustration – I . . .” She stopped. “Oh never mind, let’s talk about something else.”

“What?! ‘Talk about something else’? Darling, tell me – I asked you.”

Susan shook her head, “its too personal – you’d be uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable? What? I’m talking to you about this here – why should I be uncomfortable? You’re my friend. Susan, girl – what were you going to tell me?”

“It’s nothing – new subject.”

“No, no you don’t,” Beth laughed, “Not new subject, same subject – what are you trying to tell me?”

“Well,” Susan exhaled nervously, “I use supplements.”

“You do? What kind? I have people telling me I need to do that B12 stuff. Is that what you’re using?”

“No, no,” Susan said with a wry smile. “Not vitamins, no,” Susan said looking down at her hands as she felt the blush rise.

“Susan,” Beth bent over to look underneath Susan’s gaze “Susan?” she said softly. “You’re blushing my friend. I’m asking you about this – please. What?”

Susan then looked up suddenly and directly in Beth’s eyes – eyes which were now only a couple of inches away. “Do you really want to see?”

“Yes. Susan – I really want to know,” said Beth assertively.

“I’ll be right back,” said Susan as she jogged across the living room, barefoot, and then bounced into her room. She pulled the top dresser drawer open, reached behind the compartment that held her panties, and pulled the hard case from its hiding place. She opened the case. She looked at the hard rubber dildo that she kept in it – looked at it and smiled to herself. Before she brought it out the living room to show Beth – she took a moment just to drink its deliciousness in – the meticulous detail of it – its well-shaped head, the love-bumps so perfectly molded into its wide, curved shaft – as she fingered it, she began to smell the musk of her own sex. She felt her breasts swell and warm as her quickened heart beat rushed blood into them – making her ample nipples erect and tender. Her eyes followed the slope of her breasts and looked at her hardened tits. Feeling naughty, Susan rubbed the powerful dildo around her nipples before bringing it to her nostrils. She smelt it. “Forgot to wash you, pal.” She whispered to it, she went to look at the base of the instrument to see if she had left batteries in it – batteries that would have to come out for her to wash it before showing it to Beth.

“So what’s the big secret?” asked Beth from behind in a voice so unexpected that it was if a bomb exploded. Susan jumped, “Ah!” she yelled fumbling to put the dildo back in the case and snap it shut.

“Don’t do that!!” protested Susan as she turned around. “Fuck – you scared the shit out of me!”

Beth started laughing, “sorry, sorry – oh my god – did you jump!!

Depleted by the rush of adrenaline, Susan stumbled to and sat on her bed, holding a hand down to steady herself as her heart pounded from the surprise.

“Are you okay?” asked Beth as she sat down next to her touching her hand with hers. “God – I’m so sorry – I just followed you up here – I did not mean to scare you.”

Susan shook her head, “it’s okay – it’s okay – I just . . . I just didn’t expect you is all.”

Beth sat next to her on the bed and went to pick up the hard case. “What’s this?”

Susan placed her hands on it first – just a second before Beth. “It’s what I was talking about.”

“Open it,” requested Beth a bit nervously.

“Okay, but you have to promise,” said Susan,

“What?”

“You have to promise that this will be your and my secret, Escort bayan Ankara okay?”

“Stop. Of course. Open it.”

And Susan did – holding the opened case with its enormous dildo between them.

She heard Beth gasp slightly.

“Oh my . . .” whispered Beth.

With Susan holding the case, Beth reached in and took the dildo in her hands. The sight of her beautiful friend’s delicate hands on the dildo shot a surge of warmth through Susan – and she felt her pussy becoming wet. Susan watched as Beth’s knuckles went white as she squeezed the dildo hard.

“Oh . . . fuck,” was all that Beth could manage.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” said Susan.

“Oh my fucking god,” said Beth as she brought the dick to her face to look at it. God, the dildo on Beth was making Susan so aroused. She had always loved Beth’s looks – her delicate body, white skin, and petite proportions. But God . . . Beth’s face on the dildo – Susan spread her legs a bit to accommodate the wetness that was now making her crotch moist.

“It feels so amazing,” said Beth rubbing the dick with her hands. Then, unexpectedly, Beth brought the cock to her nose and drank in its smell. She looked at Susan with lost eyes and asked, “is that you?”

“Yes.” Susan whispered, lifting her legs off the floor and tucking them under herself – supporting herself with one arm as she leaned toward Beth.

“Jesus . . .” said Beth as she used her finger to slowly trace the length of the vein that had been meticulously shaped into the instrument. “So . . .” stammered Beth, “you . . . do you . . . you place this inside you?”

“Yes,” replied haltingly as her heart beat so hard and fast that part of it seemed to be in her throat. And then, not even believing that she had it in her to do it, Susan took the biggest chance of her whole life. She pulled her legs out from under herself and placed one behind Beth and one at the edge of the bed with Beth between them.

Beth could not help but to stare at Susan’s exposed, wet pussy as it was exhibited by her spread legs and her loose silk shorts. Beth was mute. Susan’s whole chest heaved with the excitement and the insanity of what was happening. She did not know what Beth would do — she almost did not care what Beth would do. All she wanted to do at that moment was expose herself to her.

Beth stared at Susan’s crotch for a long time – making no eye contact with Susan. Susan was about to close her legs when Beth did the absolutely unexpected. She brought the dildo to her face and – staring at Susan’s pussy – enveloped the head of the cock in her mouth. She closed her eyes as she sucked the dick deep into her mouth. She placed the cock all the way into her mouth and opened up her throat for it. Without being able to contain herself as she watched the delicate, magnificent Beth suck the cock head, Susan pulled the silk crotch of her panties away from her pussy, and began to rub her clit through her swollen pussy lips.

Finally, Beth opened her eyes and made eye contact with Susan. She saw Susan’s wet fingers, and Susan’s wet pussy. He looked for a moment at Susan’s hard and erect nipples. She withdrew the dildo from her mouth slowly and deliberately while staring her friend. Siliva dripped from her mouth and ran down the side of the dick shaft. Beth held the cock in front of her. Suddenly, Susan understood.

Leaning forward, Susan clasped her hands around the delicate hands of her friend that held the enormous dildo. Slowly, Susan guided Beth’s hands down – down below their chests, down below their bellies. Then Susan pulled Beth’s hands – the hands that clutched Susan’s intimate instrument – toward her. Susan spread her legs further looked down at her throbbing pussy as she positioned the head of the dildo at the slithery seal of her wetness. As she held Beth’s hands and the cock they held in position, Susan raised her head and looked deeply into Beth’s eyes.

“Oh my fucking god,” whispered Beth.

Just after Beth uttered those words, Susan reached out, grabbed Beth’s elbows and pulled her violently toward her causing herself to be fucked by the dildo held firmly in Beth’s hands. Susan gasped, “aaahh!” as hot pussy juice was pushed from her cunt and ran all over Beth’s hands. Beth leaned forward, mumbling a quiet mantra, “oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. . . .” yet did not need further direction from Susan as she, enthusiastically, pushed the dildo in and out of Susan’s streaming pussy. Susan lay down, arched her back, and pulled her knees out with her hands as Beth fucked her methodically with the cock — looking intently at Susan’s pussy as she guided the, now, soaking wet instrument in and out of Susan’s body.

“Fuck me Beth,” pled Susan, “oh fuck me.”

Susan’s request caused a frenzy of movement from Beth. With Susan spread wide before her, Beth was on her knees between Susan’s legs pushing the dildo in and out. Feeling her breasts swaying back and forth with each of Beth’s thrusts, Susan pulled up her silk tank Bayan escort Ankara top, exposing her breasts, and massaging her nipples. Suddenly, Beth’s thrusts became less powerful and Susan raised her head to see what Beth was doing. What she saw made Susan cum: Beth still clasped the wet and glistening dildo – yet with only one hand now. With the other, Beth had pulled away the running shorts and panties from her own crotch and was methodically rubbing her enormous, pink, and exposed clitoris with her fingers while staring at Susan’s breasts. Cumming hard and loudly, Susan pulled Beth’s cock-holding hand on her pussy so that the cock could be buried deep within her as her orgasm pulsated through all of her body’s muscles.

“Did you cum?” asked Beth tentatively.

“Yes,” said Susan, “yes I did cum.”

Beth said nothing. She rose up out of the bed, walked over to the other side turned her back on Susan. She then turned her head, looked at Susan and smiled. Turning back away again, Beth pulled her shorts down around her ankles and stepped out of them. Susan marveled at the perfect, heart-shaped ass Beth had – so tight, with a gap between her legs that was so spacious and well-defined that Susan had a magnificent view of Beth’s pussy even as she had her back to her – a compact little mound covered delicately with a thin layer of pubic hair. Beth then took off her shirt – pulling it up over her head, and then unbuttoned and unburdened herself of the runner’s bra. To Susan’s amazement, once Beth was completely naked, she lay down on the bed. She looked like an impressionist painting, her petite breasts crowned by engorged and erect nipples, her clasped closed legs stretched out waiting to be stroked and touched.

Susan needn’t have had instructions. She rose from her side of the bed, and walked to Beth’s side. Susan sat on the bed next to Beth’s tan, sculpted, and warm body. Susan rubbed her hand in a circle across Beth’s belly. Beth, who had said nothing for quite some time, then motioned toward Susan. She beckoned with her fingers for her to bring her face close to hers. Susan leaned forward. Beth touched her chin so gently and ran her fingers along the length of her jawbone. Then, again to Susan’s astonishment, Beth grabbed her by the jaw, pulled her towards her, and then proceeded to kiss Susan as deeply and as passionately as she had ever been kissed by Ron. Thrilled at this attention, Susan reciprocated, kissing Beth’s mouth with all the wetness and warmth she could bring to their embrace. Beth ran her hands through Susan’s hair as they kissed and kissed. As Susan and Beth’s tongue danced, Susan began to rub Beth’s breasts and pinch her nipples. Feeling the arch of Beth’s back, Susan then began kissing Beth’s neck chest and then, after Beth pushed her away just long enough to look Susan directly in the eyes, started sucking on Beth’s nipples.

“Suck me Susan,” groaned Beth writhing with pleasure. “Oh lick me.”

Susan licked Beth and flicked her nipples around with her lips. As she did so, Susan’s hand moved down Beth’s torso and navigated across her belly button and found the delicate bush of Beth’s mound. She as Beth took Susan’s head in her hands to kiss her on the mouth again, Susan moved her hands decisively into Beth’s crotch. Unexpectedly, Beth locked her legs shut. Susan attempted to move her hand again, but again Beth clamped them shut.

“Don’t” pled Beth with plaintiff eyes. “Oh my god, please don’t.”

But Susan was too aroused at this point. She smelled Beth’s musk and was a bit frenzied about her conquest of her friend. Susan moved her hands again in the breach. Again she was rebuffed.

“Beth?” queried Susan softly, “what are you doing?”

“I’m not sure I want to go this far,” said Beth.

Susan was not to be denied. “Beth. I want to you to spread your legs girl, you know why?”

Beth began to release the grip of her thighs when she murmured “why Susan”.

“Because I want to suck your pussy and lick your clit until you cum,” stated Susan dryly.

Beth grabbed the inside of each knee and pulled herself wide open, “Oh yes Susan!! Fuck me.”

And Susan did – licking her friend’s pussy – trying to keep up with the steady flow of girl cum juice that was emerging from Beth’s pussy. Beth held Susan’s head firmly onto her cunt – pressing it down each second there seemed to be a pause in the oral stimulation. Susan licked and lapped furiously, inserting two fingers into Beth’s pussy to irrigate Beth’s pussy with even more juices. And soon, Beth started trembling. It was soft and imperceptible at first, yet it grew in jules and ferocity as Beth leaned forward in awe of the power deep within her. The trembling soon gave way to shaking and Beth started shaking as Susan licked her clit and fucked her with her two delicate fingers.

“Susan?” groaned Beth with pleasure. “Susan, fuck me with that dick of yours – fuck me with it!!!” screamed Beth.

Hysterical with arousal, Susan fumbled in the sheets for the dildo. Unwrapping it from the cotton cloth, Susan licked it to try to lubricate it before entering Beth with it.

“OOOooohhhhh” moaned Beth lifting herself up off the mattress to thrust her pussy towards Susan’s face. “Put it in, put it in.”

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

*****

It’s been a few weeks and I am finally getting better. No more casts and my ankle is only a little sore still.

But never mind that. I am still thinking about my son. He jacked me off. HE JACKED ME OFF. And I haven’t even thought to do something for him until now.

After he graduated we were gonna have a party for him. Until my little accident. Now I would surprise him when he gets home today from his best friend’s house.

I shoved a cake in the oven that I quickly mixed. Next I got ready to go get my son a present. And it will be a surprise he will never forget.

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“SURPRISE!” I turned on the lights holding the cake. Streamers littered the ceiling.

“Holy shit dad! Thank you.” He beamed.

“Your welcome Martin. I was sorry that we never had your graduation party. So now this is it!”

“Thank you.” I put the cake down and he hugged me. “I love you.”

We sat around the table enjoying the cake that I had just made. I normally don’t eat cake, but Ankara escort sharing this with my son made it so much sweeter.

Later, we stood up and before we had moved to the couch he grabbed me and hugged me tight. I could feel his cock pressing against my hard on. I almost moaned.

“I love you too.” I grabbed a package behind me. “Which is why I got you this.”

“Thanks daddy!” He grabbed it and walked to the couch. I sat next to him.

As he tore into the box I got increasingly anxious, and I could feel the slow pulse of my cock growing in the extra tight shorts I bought for this occasion.

He took out the tissue paper revealing a gay porn dvd. “Dad. Holy fuck.” He tore more into the box and found a small fleshjack.

“I know how horny teen boys can be, so I got you these to satisfy you. You can use lube that’s in my room.” I felt my cock pulse once again.

Now or never.

“That is for when.” I slid my hand to his thigh. “I’m not here.” And up to his warm crotch.

He sucked in breath. “I’m really sorry Marty that I never repaid you Ankara escort bayan for what you did.”

“Oh daddy!” He exclaimed as I tore his pants off of him hungrily, and consumed his cock.

His penis pulsed and grew harder as he moaned into me.

I had never taken a cock in my mouth in my life. I hope I was doing good.

“Oh fuck daddy. Don’t stop.” He grabbed my face and went to town. Dragging me farther and farther into his cock. My slobber wet his long untrimmed pubic hair and plastered it to his body.

I was violently gagging as more and more of my sons dick slid down my throat.

“Fuck. Daddy. More. More!”

I could tell he was getting close as his breath started to shorten.

I ran my hands down his smooth chest as he panted: “oh… dad… DADDY I’m. I’m gonna cum!”

I took his hot load straight down my throat as he writhed under my ongoing blowjob. I wasn’t stopping until all his cream was inside me. And when I finally did, he thanked me.

“Dad, that was the greatest feeling I’ve ever had.” I laid my head on his crotch. “Do Escort Ankara you want me to piss for you?”

I nodded. “Yes Son I would love that.”

I felt his muscles tighten as he groaned pushing his urine out of his recently used cock. He groaned louder as the stream hit me in the face and his chest. My pants dampened as my cum unloaded from my balls. I was grinding his legs. I was a moaning slut for my son.

“Oh daddy.” He groaned once more. “You like that? You like the smell and tasted of my piss?” His stream dribbled down to a drip and I licked it off of him at last.

“I love you Marty. I love your cock. I love your smell. I love your piss.” I said as I licked it off him.

“Love you too daddy.”

The two laid next to each other, sweaty and sticky with cum. Soon sleep overtook them as they sat in their mess and stench of sex.

What they didn’t know was the neighbors boy, who was home from College was watching them from his window next door, enjoying everything he saw as he came to the father and son and their sexual acts…

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It had been several weeks since Helen and Paris had eloped from Sparta and Helen escaped the hard hand and salacious ways of her husband Menelaus who had left her to go to a family funeral. Helen was renowned for her exquisite beauty and had been pursued by many suitors; however, her father had arranged a marriage between her and Menelaus because he was wealthy and held high rank in Sparta. He, however, was flirtatious and unfaithful to Helen many, many times, including the time he was away at the funeral.

Early in her life, because of her rare beauty, Helen was kidnapped by men and delivered to an old man who ravished her young body. Helen’s brothers with a small army rescued Helen and took her to Sparta where she lived in the town of Aphidna.

Sorrowfully, Helen’s experience was a repeat of her mother’s who was both flesh and blood but immortal, too, because her father was the god Zeus, father of the gods, and her mother was the beautiful Leda, Queen of Sparta. Queen Leda was ravished by Zeus who came to her in the form of a swan. Thus, Helen was egg-born, and since her father was a god and her mother was a mortal, Helen was both flesh and blood as well as immortal.

When Menelaus had gone to attend the family funeral, young Prince Paris, son of Priam who was king of Troy, visited Sparta and at first sight fell in love with Princess Helen.

Menelaus was enraged when he returned home and found Helen and Paris had eloped. Hastily Menelaus gathered a group of stalwart warriors such as Odysseus and Acamas along with an army to set sail for Troy in pursuit of the pair.

It may have been Menelaus had not been so upset with Helen’s deserting him than it was about his manly pride having been hurt.

Therefore, looking back in time, it is, indeed, a tantalizing enigma to create a story about Helen, Princess of Sparta, whose face, it is said, launched a thousand ships. However, as with other such persons throughout history such as Robin Hood and King Arthur, the truth about Helen of Troy most likely lies somewhere between myth and history.

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Helen stood on her spacious balcony outside the East wing of her luxurious and very exquisite bedchamber that had sitting rooms with baths off to either side. It was made entirely of the whitest marble, including the floor that felt cool to the feet, especially on hot days that often came to Troy; although, usually there were fair, cool breezes blowing out of the north from the Aegean Sea to moderate the temperature.

An arched, double-wide doorway led from Helen’s bedchamber onto the East side of the balcony that extended around three sides of her quarters, and between it hung white, shear, curtain hangings that blew with the breezes that let air into the rooms. There were also windows on the North side where there was always shade, on the East side to catch the morning sunrise, and on the West side to give view to the setting sun. Each window also had the same kind of hangings that were in between the bedchamber and balcony. The South end of Helen’s room led to the interior of the castle’s Great Room and Dining Hall.

Helen, as Princess, had everything any woman would envy and could desire. However, Helen was not happy. Since coming to Troy with Paris, she feared the pursuit of her husband Menelaus and his mighty army who would have set sail, bound for Troy to take her back to Sparta in disgrace and dishonor. The fact that Menelaus had been unfaithful many, many times was of no consequence in a man’s world. Only women were scorned and chastised for adultery or living a promiscuous life.

With these thoughts troubling her heart, mind, and soul night and day, Helen stood on her balcony looking across the land towards to the west of the Aegean Sea and the port of Troy, as she watched the golden sun slowly sinking as were her spirits. She knew Menelaus’ ships were sailing southeast bound for Troy.

Nevertheless, troubled in mind and soul as she was, she felt the cooling shore breeze caress her face and body that was clothed in a filmy, shear robe of pale pink. It was so shear the outline of her shapely body was quite visible as the sun’s parting rays of light created a shadow of her body through it. The breeze, pressing against her breasts, made her nipples hard and erect, and instinctively Helen brought her hands to her breasts and cupped them gently at first but then began to massage them, thinking that possibly turning her attention to her carnal lust and desires that were both strong and many could set aside her worries and quell the fears in her troubled mind, even if only for a short time.

Helen lifted her breasts and felt the weight of them, and while she held them in the palms of her hands, she rubbed her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers. She also brushed her sensitive nipples softly with her fingertips, flicking them back and forth and pinching them from time to time. With mounting sexual arousal, Helen pulled her Mersin Escort nipples beneath her robe forward, extending her breasts from their natural, lovely shape, and twisted them in circles. Sexual images in her mind sent wanton desires throughout her body, especially in her vulva.

The lips of Helen’s vulva were already becoming engorged with blood, making them full and ruddy in color. Vaginal lubrication wet the outer edges of her vagina. Her large clitoris, growing hard and erect beyond its protective hood, tingled with sexual excitement.

“Oh, myyyyyyy. That feels so good. I love it when my pussy is excited with hunger for sexual gratification, creating the need for an orgasm,” Helen mused.

With those kinds of thoughts running through her mind, Helen brought her hands down from her breasts and slid the fingers of her right hand underneath the band that held the filmy, translucent robe together and pushed, sliding the band forward with the back of her hand until it opened and fell onto the patio. The breeze blew between the two pieces and separated them slowly until they wafted in the air, opening them apart. Helen shrugged her shoulders backwards and in circles until the rob fell gently and silently from her body, settling in folds around her feet. Helen now stood outside on her balcony quite naked.

“Mmmmmmmm,” Helen sighed, sliding her hands down her sides and onto her full, round hips.

She felt how warm her body was compared to the cool, evening air. Goose bumps rose up on her arms and around her pastel pink areolas on which her nipples stiffened. Helen stretched her fingers outward, making a fan of them and then moved them inwards over her abdomen that was pleasingly full and well defined. When her fingers met in the middle of her mid-section, Helen excitedly, but slowly, moved them down between her legs and onto her very, curly, light blonde pubic hair that covered her pussy from crease to crease on her legs. Helen loved to touch her womanhood, to feel her pubic hair covering her mons veneris, and then to work her way in between her pussy lips, both large and small. This really turned her on and got her juices flowing.

Helen worked her fingers from her mons down to her vulva and toyed with her sensitive clitoris, rubbing it with her fingertips and flicking it back and forth to change the sensations. However, each movement…every movement—carried Helen further and further into her sexual fantasies and wanton desires, her goal being to have her orgasm(s). She never knew if she would have just one orgasm or many since she was multi-orgasmic.

From her vibrating clit Helen pushed her fingers between her pussy lips and slowly slid them downward to her vagina, feeling the lips opening in front of her fingers as she moved them down and then having them close behind them with each movement. She did this until her fingertips came to the top of her vagina which she felt was already very wet with her pussy cream.

“Oh, yessssssss. I knew I’d be wet down there. I could feel the wetness even before I started my downward journey to my vulva,” Helen moaned.

As Helen hissed out her erotic feelings, she slowly inserted the first two fingers of her right hand into her gaping pussy, and to help things along, Helen spread her legs so there was an avenue for her fingers to use to enter her vaginal sheath.

Helen was so wet she was able to insert her fingers as far as they could go, feeling the ridges beyond the entrance of her vagina and then the soft tissue just beyond the ridges. She didn’t know what it was or what to call that sensitive place in her pussy. She just knew it felt good.

With such digital attention, Helen began to pant as she slid her fingers in and out of her vagina, trying to work her way to having her orgasm, but no matter how far she went inside herself or how fast she worked her fingers in and out, she never got herself over the top. She’d be close but not close enough. She was left hanging onto the edge but not able to get herself off. Helen was becoming more and more frustrated as time passed, and she tried so hard to cum, but the harder she tried the further away her orgasm retreated until she was lost in total frustration.

Finally, Helen decided maybe something she had in her bedchamber would help her cum, so she called for her handmaid Cassia whom she had brought with her from Sparta, a beautiful girl with fine features that were set off by her very dark hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes that curled at the tips, but most of all her luscious lips. Her eyes often seemed to look right through Helen’s or to let her know she knew what she was thinking or wanting.

“Cassia, would you come here please. I need you to get something for me,” Helen called again.

This time Cassia heard Helen calling and went directly to do her mistress’ bidding.

Cassia walked onto the balcony off Helen’s bedchamber where she stopped and stood in utter surprise and awe when she saw her mistress standing stark naked Escort Mersin with her legs spread apart, her robe lying at her feet, and her fingers shoved into her creamy pussy. Oh, it wasn’t that she had never seen Helen nude before. Often she was the one who helped Helen bathe and apply her toiletries. However, this was something totally different. There stood Helen, Princess of Sparta, all covered with sweat and breathing deeply because she had been finger-fucking herself so she could bring herself to orgasm.

With as much control as possible, Cassia steadied herself both inside and outside and asked, “Yes, Mistress Helen. Is there something I can do for you?”

Helen looked deeply into Cassia’s discerning, brown eyes, knowing she didn’t have to explain to her what she was doing. It was quite obvious what she was doing. Finger-fucking herself!

Trying to control her own emotions and breathing, Helen looked directly at Cassia as she was being looked at, and with quasi-regal demeanor, Helen, speaking slowly, said, “Yes, Cassia, there is something you can do for me. Obviously, you can tell what I am doing. I’m sure you play with your pussy, too, when the urges come. Don’t you? After all we are both women. Aren’t we?”

While still fixing her eyes on Helen, Cassia answered her questions, “Yes, we are both women, women with needs…sometimes physical as well as emotional. And, yes, I often play with my pussy in order to cum and get sexual release when self-love is the only way to be satisfied. I guess I could get men to be with me sexually, but from an early age I discovered I wasn’t attracted to males but to females. Therefore, I have enjoyed sexual trysts with some of the other women in Sparta as well as in this palace.”

Cassia waited to see whether Helen would look surprised or berate her for having such sexual liaisons, but when Helen said nothing, she asked, “And, yes, Mistress. What is it you want me to do for you, not sure where this was going to lead?”

“Cassia, I want you to go into my bedchamber and over to the stand by my bed. Slide your hand onto the first shelf and bring me my dildo. You do know what a dildo is…don’t you?” Helen asked.

“Oh, yes, Mistress Helen, I know what a dildo is. I have one myself,” replied Cassia.

“Good. Then you aren’t surprised with what I asked you to do. Are you?” asked Helen.

A slight smile crossed Cassia’s face, and there were small creases at the corners of her luscious lips. “No, Mistress, I’m not surprised nor shocked with what you asked me to do. It’s quite obvious what you were doing when I came onto the balcony. So, if you don’t have anything else to say to me or have me do, I’ll go do your bidding, get your dildo, and bring it directly to you.”

Helen smiled back at Cassia, feeling just a little self-embarrassed, but she felt quite relieved now that Cassia’s eyes told her that what she had just seen was done without being judgmental. However, her sensual needs were great, and she wanted something to help make her cum and get the sexual relief she needed so badly.

Cassia turned around and left Helen standing naked on the patio while she dashed through the white curtains into her bedchamber. She went over to the stand next to Helen’s large bed with which she was quite familiar since she often went to put things on or in it or get things from it in her service to Helen.

Cassia stopped at the stand by the bed and put her hand into the shelf below the marble top. She touched something hard, round, long, and cold that she knew by the feel of it was Helen’s dildo. When she had it in her warm hands, she saw it was made of the finest white marble with light blue veins running through it. It was as long as the width of four hands and as thick as a woman’s wrist. She also saw it was flat on the bottom but came to a very smooth, tapered round knob at the top. It was, indeed, phallic in design, the kind one often sees in Indian culture and statuary.

Before taking it to Helen, Cassia wrapped her left hand around its base, feeling its cool smoothness, and ran her right hand up slowly to the top until only the head was visible in her closed fist. Shivers ran throughout Cassia’s body at the very thought of its use, especially since she’d used her dildo so often in herself or had another woman use it in fucking her vagina. She knew the joy of sexual release it brought a woman. However, with a sigh Cassia turned around and took the dildo out to Helen whom she found still fondling herself with her pussy, cream-coated fingers between her legs, wanting to keep her sexual emotions alive.

“Here you are, Mistress Helen. Your dildo,” said Cassia as she stretched her hand towards her.

Helen took it into her hands, brought the head to her lips, and kissed it.

With a sheepish look upon her face, Cassia watched Helen kiss the dildo and asked, “Is there anything else I can do for you, Mistress Helen? Anything at all?” Cassia said suggestively by emphasizing the word ‘anything.’

“Not Mersin Bayan Escort right now, Cassia,” Helen replied appreciatively, and as Cassia was turning to leave dejectedly, Helen continued, “but I might need you to do something for me later.”

Cassia looked quizzically at her mistress and said, “Yes, Mistress Helen. I’m here whenever you want me and for whatever you want of me.”

Having said that, Cassia turned and left the patio once more, leaving Helen alone as more of the sun was quite low on the western horizon, promising a beautiful sunset. Growing shadows from roof overhangs and corners on the palace made their presence known on Helen’s palatial balcony. Tall cypress trees stood tall below, and there were hills of olive trees growing on the hillsides that would provide fruit and oil for the palace.

Helen felt the dildo in her hand. She felt its coolness. She felt its roundness. Holding the bottom in her left hand, she, as did Cassia, measured its length by sliding her dainty right hand up from the bottom to the top and rolled it over sensually. She then slid her hand back down as she lowered her mouth onto the head and wrapped her red-colored lips around it.

Helen savored the feel of it inside her mouth. She swiped her tongue across the tip and changed its coolness with the heat of her salivating mouth. When she knew the dildo was very wet, she brought it down between her legs to put it into her open vagina. However, she first slid the head over her trembling clit. From her clit she continued down between her pussy lips until she reached her vagina, and when she was at the entrance, she thrust the dildo she had in her hand easily inside her. Helen took about nine inches of the dildo inside her vaginal sheath, leaving only the end she held in her hand.

Shudders of carnal joy flowed throughout her body wave after wave, lifting her sexual tension higher by degrees.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh, Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, let your servant enjoy the fruits of her labor, the culminating thrill of her orgasm, I pray,” said Helen. “And, Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt, join her in aiming the arrow of carnal joy straight and true.”

By thrusting the dildo in and out, Helen heightened the intensity of her sexual arousal and felt her orgasm forming from deep within herself. She squeezed her thighs together to tighten the pressure of her vaginal sheath on the dildo, pushing it to the back of her womb past her cervix and out again over the soft, spongy area at the top of her vagina, and almost out to the entrance.

With each thrust Helen finally felt her orgasm coming, and to help it along she reached up with her left hand and used her fingers on her throbbing clit, rubbing it as fast as she could from side to side and being almost overwhelmed by the over-sensitive tissue of her clit.

“Ohhhhhhhhh, yes. Now. Let it be now. I shall NOT be denied my orgasm,” cried Helen as she finally, finally, felt her flesh erupt at her clit and around the dildo.

Helen was inundated with pure wanton pleasure as her clit throbbed and liquid ran out of her urethra and vagina. Now she felt as if she were on Mount Olympus in the company of the gods, and there she wanted to stay in order for all her pent up frustrations to vanish and bring her peace inside herself at last. After all she was half-goddess, a daughter of Zeus.

This orgasm was something she hadn’t felt for such a long time. Ever since she and Paris had eloped and fled from Sparta to Troy she had been on edge and feared the dire consequences that would befall Paris and her should Menelaus and his army make it and reach her. Deep down inside she knew if he did, there would be a terrible war between Sparta and Troy.

Helen looked down between her spread legs and saw a large amount of clear fluid that had shot out of her vagina and urethra during her orgasm lying on the marble balcony floor. It looked like water to Helen, but whatever it was Helen was exhausted after her orgasm. Her legs felt weak, and her whole body trembled. She breathed irregularly. Her heart pounded in her chest. However, this is quite normal after a woman experiences an intense orgasm such as Helen experienced.

Helen’s subconscious having weaved her into a euphoric, erotic state of mind was wont to give her up. However, Helen slowly withdrew the dildo all covered with her pussy cream and ejaculate from her vagina brought it to her face. She first put it to her nose and smelled her musk, and then she brought it to her mouth and licked the tip with her tongue. Once having a taste of herself, Helen opened her mouth and took it inside as far as she could and savored her womanly cream. She sucked and licked on the dildo until it was completely clean of all pussy cream and love juice.

“Ahhhhhh. That was so good. I love to cum and feel the sexual release and contentment it brings afterwards,” Helen whispered to herself with half-closed eyes.

However, Helen’s contentment and peace were transitory. Her conscious self worked its way through her peaceful subconscious and brought back her fear for herself and her future. Once more tears filled Helen’s eyes as she sobbed her sorrow into her hands with which she had covered her face.

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