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My Wife and I recently got a new bathroom with a lovely big roll top bath. After having it for several months we finally got round to using it together. It was a Sunday evening after a tiring weekend spent rushing around seeing people and getting various jobs done. After all that we needed to relax, so a bath was in order. My wife went to run the bath and I cleared and washed up the remains of dinner. I arrived in the bathroom to a naked wife and eryaman escort nearly full bath with lots of bubbles. I tested the bath water. It was extra hot, just the way I like it. So hot it makes your feet feel like they are burning when you first get in. That way you can lie there for ages before the water gets cold. We both slipped into the bath, one of us at either end. We lay down on sincan escort our backs, bum to bum. My wife’s legs apart with knees bent, my legs over her hips also with knees bent. We lay there chatting and relaxing for a good 15 minutes or more. It was not sexual at all at that point. After resting we got on with the washing. My wife went first, she stood up soaped up and then rinsed down with etlik escort the shower head. She then got out the bath a I stood up to do the same. As I was soaping up my wife grabbed my limp cock and balls. “Make sure you wash these well” she laughed as she started to rub the soap over them. I smiled and continued soaping up my body. I pushed my wife’s hands off my cock, sat down again and slid into the water to get the soap off. When I stood up again my cock was nearly fully erect. “Look what you’ve done now!” I said. My wife grabbed my cock again and bent down to give it a a long lingering suck. My dick instantly went fully erect, with my balls tightening. I pushed my wife off my cock and got out the bath, giving her a hard tonguing kiss. “Bend over the bath.” I said.

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It’s a new year and a new(ish) me. I have always been confident and self aware, that is not my problem. My problem is that I always doubt my actions especially when they are, how to put it, questionable. Like what happened at the Christmas party, for example. The next day I felt so embarrassed at how I’d acted. I had fucked someone I didn’t know, again. I don’t want to feel like this. I want to be bold, fun and honestly I just want to let go. After all, I only have myself to answer to which is about the only benefit of having no family. So this is my new year resolution: Be who I am, do what I want and screw the guilt!This new lease on life has me clicking my six inch heels down the second floor of my office building looking for the I.T. department. I’ve never been down here before but after a while I find what I’m looking for. The door sign reads: Nick West. I.T. Department. This is what I want. I pause at the door wondering if it’s what he wants. I haven’t spoken to him since the party. I tell myself to ‘Get a grip’ and give myself the once over. I feel pretty sexy. My skirt is black and goes to just under my knees. It’s tight fitting and shows off my curves nicely. I have stockings on too, which I actually don’t like wearing but it’s winter. My shirt is white, also tight and is covered with a black jacket. I look good and I know it. Let’s hope he thinks so too. I knock on the door.”Yeah?” A voice rings out.I push the door open but don’t step inside. Instead I lean against the door frame and cross my legs.I smile my sweetest smile. “Hi.”He smiles back. “Hey.””How are you?” I ask.”I’m great, how are you?””I’m great too.” I amp up my smile a bit. “So….” I say teasingly.I look about his office. It’s cramped and full of half computers and other gadgets that I don’t eryaman escort know.He gets up from his chair and steps forward. “So…. What brings you down here?”I look at him with what I hope is my most sexiest look. “I was just passing and thought I’d pop in.”He smiles. “Just passing?””Yeah.””I see… And is there something in particular you’re after?”I raise my eyebrow. “There might be.” “You should come in then.”I push off the door frame and step into the room, closing the door behind me. I lean back against it. “So…. ” I begin to say but before I can finish he’s over to me in two strides.His mouth is hot as it covers mine. The kiss is deep and feverish. His tongue is probing mine with an urgency. His hands start on my sides sliding up and round my back, pulling me against him. Then he moves one hand into my hair, wrapping it around his fingers. He gives a little tug breaking the kiss. He looks at me intensely.”I’ve been dreaming about this.” he says huskily.Before I can answer his mouth is back. The long, slow, seductive kiss has me holding my breath. I hadn’t noticed last time but he really knows how to use his mouth. His hand comes out of my hair and starts undoing my jacket. In seconds it’s a heap on the floor and my shirt follows it just as quick. He takes a step back to look at me standing there in my bra and skirt. My breath is heaving making my breasts rise and fall. Reaching behind me I unzip my skirt allowing it to fall to the floor and kick it away. Now I’m only wearing my bra, panties, stockings and stilettos. I smile at the look on his face as he looks me up and down. It’s pure lust. It excites me. I bite my bottom lip and give a sexy smile.”Holy fuck” he whispers.I reach out and pull him sincan escort back against me kissing him. I tug at his t-shirt breaking the kiss so I can pull it over his head. ‘Fucking hell!’ I think. His body is amazing. I run my fingers down his torso feeling the muscles as they ripple under my touch. I run them back up and over his shoulders, he clearly spends a lot of time working out. My fingers then slide down his arms and link with his own. Giving him the opening he so clearly desires I raise our hands above my head and hold them there.He leans down and kisses my neck. The stubble he has is a little scratchy but my skin is on fire, so I barely notice. I lean my head back giving him better access. His kisses travel from my neck down my collarbone to the top of my breast. He releases one of my hands and runs a finger between my bra and skin making goosebumps explode under his touch. He then reaches behind me and unclasps my bra. Letting go of my other hand he pulls it off and it joins my other clothes on the floor. His hands get to working my breasts and he’s not gentle about it. He squeezes them and then he moves on to the nipples. They are already hard and waiting.A moan escapes my mouth as his mouth finds my nipple. I reach forward and undo his trousers as his teeth take over from his mouth. As he nibbles my nipple I push down his trousers. As his teeth find my other nipple I reach down and find him hard. I rub him through his boxers, gripping slightly but firmly. I kick one shoe off and place my foot against the door behind me, pulling his hips forward to join mine. I rub myself against him, showing him what it is I really want. He takes the hint. Before I can blink he pulls down his boxers, hoists etlik escort me up, pushes my panties aside and slams into me. It’s so quick the breath is forced from my throat in a deep growl. My legs wrap around his waist as his hand slides under my bum holding me there. I lock eyes with him, his eyes are glazed but still dazzling. His breathing is deep and fast like my own. I tighten my legs, forcing him deeper inside me. I clench my muscles trying to pull him even deeper. My fingers run over his shoulders up into his hair, gripping it tightly. I break the lock and move my head down to his shoulder, biting gently.This causes him to begin moving. His rhythm is slow, gentle, almost loving. His breathing is heavy and husky. He tightens the grip on my bum, giving it a squeeze and moves the other hand up behind my back gripping my shoulder. He leans forward and nibbles my neck. I shift my hips taking him deeper into me. He thrusts a little harder. I clench my legs making his next thrust a lot deeper than he wanted. His moan is long and soft.”Oh god.” I gasp as his thrust hits my G-spot. My orgasm begins rising. Sensations start exploding all over my body. Goosebumps run the entire length of me. My toes curl and my body shudders. I’m breathing so heavy now I’m close to hyperventilating. My grip on his hair tightens and I bite his shoulder harder to stop from screaming out.He seems to like this and begins thrusting really hard. So hard in fact that my body explodes. My juices begin to flow and my legs clamp round him. I keep my grip on his shoulder with my teeth to stop from screaming, but it doesn’t stop the moans. They escape my throat with every thrust.”Tess…. fuck, you’re so hot!” he moans. His grip on me tightens, his thrusts become rampant. I take this as a sign of his orgasm nearing and wiggle my way out of his arms and drop to the floor. As quick as he was inside me I take his dick into my mouth and attempt to swallow it. I suck it right into the back of my throat. Just as fast as he was thrusting into me I move my mouth up and down his shaft, sucking, running my teeth, using my hand.

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Anne and I have been been married ten years next month. Like many marriages ours has hit some rough spots along the way. About four years ago our journey was dealt a severe blow involving deception and lies. It all started when I came home early, with plans to surprise her with a early anniversary dinner and romantic evening. I could hear the bath running and decided to share my plans when she got out of the tub. I grabbed a beer and noticed Anne’s laptop open on the dining table. I took a peek. I had never done that before because I consider it a invasion of privacy, but in retrospect I’m glad I did. It was logged on to a popular dating site. I thought at first it was just a spam page and thought nothing of it. Then I heard a ding. Someone was sending an instant text. It said, “Hi, gorgeous, wanna cyber tonight?” I couldn’t resist myself. I typed, “Sure, what do you have in mind?” “Just the usual. I wanna see dem tits. I’m hard as steel.” I typed, “Show me big boy.” Almost instantly this window opened up showing this guy stroking a formidable erection. He said, “Let me see you baby.” I clicked on the camera of me glaring at him. The window instantly disappeared. Fucking asshole, I thought. Then I clicked on her profile and it was filled with photos that would make a porn star blush. She had posted intimate pictures of us we had taken for our private pleasure. It mattered not that the faces were blocked out. Her stunning body was displayed for all to see and so was mine. A million thoughts flooded my mind. Was she unhappy with me? Has she been seeing other men? How long has this been going on? Does she want a divorce? Then, she walked out of the bath nude, probably ready for her cyber date. She saw me at the computer and froze with a look of horror on her face. I shut the laptop and said, “We need to talk.” -oOo- After many tears and long discussions, I was discovering my wife for the first time. I found out how little I knew my wife. We started seeing a lifestyle therapist that had us talk openly with each other and that included listening. As our communication improved so did other aspects of our relationship, including our sex life. One thing that truly stood out was the obvious fact she had a sex drive far çankaya escort greater than mine. The therapist suggested exploring different things and gave us some videos to watch of alternate life styles and ways to incorporate fantasies into our love-making.  When we would read erotica, we discovered we shared a common theme. It was that of a Hot-wife. I shared I liked the role of a guy that watched his wife with other men. She confessed she fantasied about being that wife. After incorporating that fantasy into our pillow talk we had some really hot moments. It was great for me but she honestly revealed it wasn’t enough for her. She said she had found herself flirting more and dressing more provocative. She welcomed the attention. Anne was shocked when I revealed I loved men admiring her too. I encouraged her rather than dissuaded her. At thirty four Anne is still a head turner. I began to suggest she dress provocatively. It’s always hot watching her big breasts bounce around as she walks through the mall or bends over at the grocery store flashing some unsuspecting shopper. She’s short at five two, so she wears heels often and that makes her lithe stature even more attractive. Our game playing became a regular part of our life. We were always thinking up new adventures. I will never forget the time she opened the door for the pizza guy in her bath towel and let it drop while signing for the delivery. I thought he’d have a heart attack. Anne was standing there nude in front of this poor delivery boy acting like she was trying to cover herself, unsuccessfully. His eyes were as big as a medium pepperoni. This was a great distraction to hide the elephant in the room. No matter what, it still kept coming back to the wife sharing desire we both had. -oOo- One night while we were both in bed reading I said to her, “Anne, I was reading that the fastest growing life-style is the hot-wife or cuckold one. The testimonials are quite interesting and seem to mirror ours.” “Hun, I don’t think you could handle seeing me with another man.” “Are you kidding? I can’t think of anything hotter than watching a guy pound you with his big dick.” “Is that so?” She replied, keçiören escort skeptically. “Feel me.” I placed her hand on my stiffy. “Okay, suppose I agree to this. How do you plan to have this take place? It can’t be at the house. We have kids.” “So you’re saying, yes?” “I’m saying… I’ll think about it.” This became a regular topic and our conversation and it went from what if to when, where and how. Even though Anne promised she’d never go on social media, we started checking out several web sites. She settled on the most popular one thinking it would give her the greatest exposure. I created a profile with a phony name and posted several nudes of her with face blocked. The profile explained we were a couple looking for a stud and spelled out the qualifications. She highlighted the big cock requirement and we insisted on pictures. The response was overwhelming. The next day there were literately dozens of replies and in a week hundreds. I never knew there would be that many guys willing to send pictures of their big dicks. The choice was hers. After spending several more days reading the replies, she narrowed it down to several potentials. Then she started chatting and exchanging emails. After Skyping with several, Anne still could not settle on any of them. Then after a couple more months of searching, she decided to take a chance just pick up a guy in a lounge. We dropped the whole internet thing. We made meticulous plans and picked a date. I took her shopping for just the right outfit. At first she was conservative, but as she tried more and more on, she became bolder. Finally she settled on a number that would melt any man. It was short, cut low in the front and backless. It looked as if she might fall out of it. I particularly liked the side boob exposure. When she stepped out of the dressing booth she asked, “Well… What do you think?” I wolf whistled her, but an old lady shopper stopped and said, “If you don’t mind me saying dear, it makes you look like a whore!” I turned to the clerk and said, “Perfect! We’ll take it!” The shopper stomped off. Part of our plan was that we would ask her mom to watch the twins while we played out this erotic etimesgut escort tale. Anne said that stalking the prey was half the adventure. She made it clear to me she wasn’t looking for a relationship, just a good hard fucking. It also meant that she would have greater control. If the chemistry wasn’t right there was no obligation. As the day finally arrived she was really excited to start her new adventure. I was equally nervous. Together we picked out her entire wardrobe. It was as if we were preparing her for the prom, not a royal fucking. She showered and I assisted her by trimming her mound, not wanting it shaved but cut close. Anne always said that bald pussies looked like little girls and she was a woman. She put on her garter belt and black nylons and then slid on the sexy purple low cut cocktail dress we purchased just for this occasion. She had her hair done that morning and it looked perfect. I helped brush it out for her, watching it cascade down over her shoulders and flow between her lovely breasts. After looking in the full length mirror and approving of herself, she removed her panties and handed them to me, asking me to put them in my pocket. She wouldn’t need them till later on the way home. Her mom showed up on time but before we left she pulled me aside commenting on Anne’s attire. “How can you let her dress like that? She looks like a hussy.” “We are going to a club, Mom. That’s how they dress. Don’t worry she’s in good hands.” Even if those hands aren’t mine, I thought to myself. We kissed the kids and told them to mind grandma. On the way to the car Anne asked, “Alan, what did my mom say?” “She said you were dressed like a hussy.” “Perfect!” She replied, giving me the thumbs up with a giggle. -oOo- As planned, we showed up at the hotel we picked a county away. Anne looked hot as she strode into the hotel with that fuck me sway of her hips. I went to the desk and got the room with two key cards, while she stood in the lobby waiting. I noticed several men staring at her lustfully. We walked into the lounge and checked it out. It was pretty dead because it was still early. There were two couples at tables and a single guy sitting at the bar watching a hockey game nursing a beer. I picked a table across from the bar, to watch. Anne took a seat a stool away from the guy that was nursing a drink and watching the television above the bar. Nothing was said for awhile but I noticed he was giving glances at my wife as she seductively put on some lip gloss? She was so hot in her new dress as she sat there with her legs crossed.

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Melissa Hammond loved late-night buses. They were her sexual weakness if you can call it that, with few passengers all desperate to get home from a night of revelry, she drank in the aroma of exhaled alcohol. It was such a different experience for her because Melissa never drank alcohol, yet on the night in question, and there was no mistaking that fact, she was as high as a kite.Her adrenalin-fuelled excitement started when the bus doors opened in the centre of town. She smiled and presented her local travel card to the driver; her hand shook briefly and her nerves clenched at her stomach before she turned to walk up the aisle of the bus; her nipples, spring-loaded under the heavy cream coloured coat. Pocketing her card and with both hands in her coat pockets, she opened her coat slightly as she swayed to the back of the bus; revealing her dress and naked thighs to anyone sitting on the seats.Melissa was fortunate that she didn’t have to concentrate too much with only one man on the bus, sat three rows from the back seat. He was her target for the evening though he didn’t know it. She sauntered past him and tried her best to make eye contact; though his eyes were fixed on the white patch of lace that flashed like a beacon from under her tiny red dress (panty-line would be the perfect adjective for the length of her dress). She took her time, placing one foot after the other and swaying from side to side as the bus pulled away. She quickly removed her hand from her coat pocket to grasp at the vertical handrail. Her legs opened slightly and for her target, there was no mistaking the dark patch of wetness that made her panties transparent.Eventually, çankaya escort the man looked into her eyes to catch her smile and glistening steel-blue eyes. His head immediately dropped to the floor to avoid eye contact with the one person that knew what he was staring at. As she passed him, the bus lurched sideways and her hand rested on his shoulder, inches away from the rail behind him. He looked up. She looked down and apologised profusely. Her coat hung open. The man was suddenly and rudely faced with her extended nipple that threatened to push its way through the fabric of her dress and into his waiting mouth. Melissa turned swiftly and proceeded to the back of the bus where she sat down with her legs crossed.Waiting…Normally, she calculated on at least thirty maybe forty seconds before they turned around to look. This one was hard work. She stared at the back of his neatly combed head of hair, willing him to turn around. When he did she quickly dropped her gaze to her hands before looking sideways out of the window.His brief turn of the head reassured him that she was indeed safe in her seat. His gaze turned to his left and focused on the bus stop sign that whizzed past the window. With no one standing there and no one waiting to get off the bus driver sped onwards. In the reflection in the window, he caught the woman move. He could clearly see that her legs were open and that her hand was busying itself between her thighs. He slowly wrenched his head to the front, away from temptation, only to find that her mewling sounds now reached his ears and were drilling keçiören escort into his brain. With each sound came the increasing need to turn around. To see what would happen if he looked. Would she stop? What would she do?He turned…Melissa let a solitary finger slide over her white panties; the up and down movement of that red fingernail mesmerised his senses. His mouth opened of its own accord and his eyes were glued to the sensual sight. He never noticed when Melissa opened her eyes to look at him. Her lips parted to reveal her silky-wet tongue. Her eyes studied him hard; delving into his married soul, knowing that soon, he would be unfaithful. Did he know that? She thought it unlikely.Melissa’s cough got his attention. She let out a loud sigh when he looked at her from over his shoulder. His eyes were torn between the slit she was stroking and the trance like hold that her eyes had on him. Melissa pulled her panties to one side to reveal her glistening slit that already exuded white sticky fluid. She wanted to push her finger inside her needy cunt but she just smiled in his direction and with the crook of her finger motioned for him to come hither.His gaze rested on her eyes. She could see him thinking and she knew that his heart would be pumping ten to the dozen because she had been in that exact same position when a woman did that to her a long time ago now. She couldn’t resist her, just like he couldn’t.Melissa knew what he would do. She worked it all out like a game of chess, the opening was over and done with and the middle game was about to start, though, in all honesty, etimesgut escort it was the end game she loved the most. His next move would be to loop the bag over his shoulder and place it on the seat next to him, then he would get up, realise his mistake and drop to his knees before crawling towards her. She would be smiling and spreading her legs for him and by the time his mouth reached her juicy slit, her hands would be on both thighs pushing them apart. His tongue would extend and that’s where it would get interesting.Melissa wouldn’t say a word. She would let her head fall back against the bus and let him eat her towards orgasm.He did just that. His hands came upon hers as his tongue contacted her puffy lips, immediately sinking it between them, prising them apart before pushing in. She knew the taste would be wonderful because it always was, at least to her and all her countless fuckers that she met on the late-night bus. His tongue pushed inside her and gathered up her juices before pulling out and lapping at her sloshy offering. She loved it when they used the flat of their tongue to wash her nether regions clean of sticky juice.This one was good, she thought. Her eyes opened once to glance down the bus towards the cab but the driver was in his element whizzing past stops because no one was waiting; his only concern was to end the shift and get home early so that he could fuck his wife.Melissa pushed her twat up towards his face as her lover licked her. She was dying to grasp the back of his head and jerk him into her freshly mowed cunt but she resisted. She wanted him to take her. His eagerness soon took hold of his senses and his gentleness subsided when he started to push her thighs back onto the seat. His face buried in her pussy and his tongue lapping at her pink opening. With his tongue buried in her cunt he wriggled his head up and down pushing it further inside. A finger joined it and then another; the slut that she was only made her orgasm come faster.

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We are walking though a park on a warm sunny day. You are wearing a tight top, which is showing off your tits, a very short skirt that only just covers your firm arse. I am wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. We are walking though the long grass when suddenly it starts to rain hard. We quickly run to a near by tree to get some shelter from leave. But it’s too late as we are both soaking wet. We wrap our arms around each other so we can get warm and hope that the rain slows down a bit. I can feel your hand nipples pressing beşevler escort though my wet t-shirt on to my chest. My hands are rubbing your back trying to get you warm. Your hands are doing the same but they are starting to turn me on at the same time. Slowly my cock starts to get hard as it pushes on to your thigh, and you have noticed that my hands have moved from your back down to your firm arse, rubbing and squeezing each cheek in turn. You start to tell cebeci escort me that my cock pressing on to your thigh and me rubbing and squeezing your arse has started to make you horny as well. I kiss you softly on your lips while my tong dives in to your mouth. You start to kiss me back softly as out hands explore each others soaking wet bodies. Your warm hands have gone p my t-shirt and started to undo my shorts. One of my hands is stills rubbing you arse while my kolej escort other hand moves over and pushes your thong to one side. I very slowly glide my fingertips between the folds of your tight shaven pussy. You arch your back as my fingers touch your soft warm lips. Your hands dive down faster in to my shorts so you can feel my hard cock in your hand. Slowly I push my finger into your tight hole as you start to wrap your hand around my cock and start to wank me very slowly. I start to kiss you again as my thumb finds your clit and starts to slowly rub it while my finger starts to slide deep into your tight pussy. Your warm hands are running up and down my hard shaft, I am moaning as you grip my cock harder in your hand. Your pussy is starting to get very wet which is making me want to drop to my knees and rub my tong against your clit till you cum.

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If you haven’t read “From Jeannie to Vanessa,” you need to read it. Also, you need to read Chapter 1 of this story. These are NOT stand alone stories.******Chapter 2: Siller comes to callSiller stood in the doorway of the bedroom, an absolutely HUGE shit-eating grin on his face and eyes looking like they were going to jump out of his skull.Siller, (short for Sylvester, “rhymes with killer” he always said, although I sometimes called him “Silly”) was my boyfriend.Vanessa and I, attired in stockings and “killer” heels and very little else, lay intertwined with each other on the bed, trying to wake up. I’m sure we made a lovely “ebony and ivory” picture, her blonde permed hair and pale skin and my brown curly hair and darker brown skin, suitable for framing for male wet dreams everywhere.”We were tired, after the trip, and decided to take a nap.” I said, struggling to pull a sheet or pillowcase or SOME fucking thing out from under us to cover us up a little.He didn’t respond. He didn’t seem pissed off or anything, which was good, but he DID seem very interested in the sleepy blonde white girl in porn-star lingerie I was desperately trying to untangle myself from.Vanessa finally seemed to recognize what was going on and opened her eyes slightly. To my surprise, instead of freaking out and helping me pull the bed apart looking for something to cover herself with, she smiled sleepily and said “Oh hi, Siller, what’s up?”She calmly rolled away from me, opening her legs unselfconsciously and giving Siller a quite unnecessary full-frontal hey-how-are-you view. I could have told her what was up with Siller, ’cause I could see it going up.She put her feet on the floor, stood up a little unsteadily in the five-inch heels, and said, “Wow, that was a nice nap! What time is it?”I don’t think Siller knew what planet he was on, much less what time zone we were in. I looked over at the bedside clock and said “It’s 3:15, Vaness…uh…Jeannie. When do you need to leave?””Oh, darl…um…Nicole, I guess I better get going. Let me hit the bathroom and get my stuff together.”We were both stumbling over words. “Vanessa,” Jack’s code word for Jeannie’s submissive side, had seemed so right, it was how I thought of her now. I had to wrench my mind back to her “old” name. And the few words she had spoken to me during our lovemaking had been full of passionate endearments.To be fair, I don’t think anything she was doing was designed to titillate Siller on purpose. I mean, she was wearing a cupless bra that displayed her pretty pink titties, plus garter belt, stockings and heels, and had just showed off her shaved pussy. But all that was done, originally, for me. Siller just happened to be an accidental beneficiary of the situation. How the fuck could I complain?She went into the bathroom and closed the door, Siller’s hot eyes following her rear view as intently as he had studied the front view.Siller’s bulging eyeballs unlocked from the now-closed bathroom door and rotated slowly to me.I smiled weakly at him. What was I going to say? The “nap” story was DOA, I knew that. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, the whole room smelled like sex.Siller, at least, didn’t look angry, at least not yet. I think he was too turned on to be angry. I mean, I guess there is a whole category of porn devoted to girl/girl action, and probably a sub-category for interracial girl/girl action, and he had just walked into fantasy-land. I already knew he thought Jeannie/Vanessa was hot, based on his ad nauseum commentary on how she had changed in the last few weeks.I now knew those changes were due to her developing Dominant/submissive relationship with her boyfriend Jack, and her exposure to some girl/girl and threesome sex with the admittedly striking raven-haired lingerie shop owner, Marguerite. I had certainly gotten to know Vanessa better in the weekend we had shared, including, obviously, in the biblical sense.”Siller, I’m…”He raised his hand. “Babe, we’ll talk when she’s gone. It’s OK, though, don’t worry about it. Why don’t you get her clothes for her, so she, uh, doesn’t have walk out bare-assed.”I hurried to pick up our clothes, still lying where we had left them just inside rus escort the front door. I separated Vanessa’s two items and tapped on the bathroom door. She opened it a little and looked out at me with wide eyes. I forced a smile and handed her the blouse and skirt.She emerged a moment later, mercifully fully clothed, and looking a little anxious. “Siller…,” she began.Once again he raised his hand. “Jeannie, don’t worry about it. Jack and I have talked. It’s all good.””But Siller, I just wanted to say something to you. Nicole really cares about you, she loves you. If this…” and she spread her hands to cover the room, the bed, herself, “hurts you, it won’t happen again. I don’t want to do something to drive a wedge between you and Nicole. I belong to Jack – you know that.””Jeannie, I do know that, Jack and I had a long talk. He didn’t know what was going to happen this weekend, but he’s in touch with where you are and he knows…” at this he looked over at me, “the kind of effect you can have on people. I’m not mad. Hell, I’m not even sorry, except that I missed it!”Vanessa smiled, and it was like the sun coming out. “That’s good to hear because, frankly,” she said, also looking at me, “I want it to happen again. Maybe you won’t miss it then.”Jesus, Mary and Joseph! That randy little slut! You could have knocked me over with a feather.Vanessa walked up to me and kissed me, full on the lips. I was too stunned to respond properly, but I was able to peck her back.Then she looked at Siller and said, “Would you help me get my bag out of Nicole’s car and put it in mine?”Siller mumbled something and got my keys to go help her. I think he was also unable to articulate very clearly after hearing her previous comment. Probably his tongue was hard.I watched them through the window. She kissed Siller’s cheek and said something to him. Just before she got in her car, she turned and looked at me, and blew me a kiss. I blew her one back, and watched her drive down the road and out of sight.Siller walked slowly back up the steps to the door and opened it. I looked apprehensively at him, ready to be chewed out, or yelled at, or worse, have him say nothing at all and just leave. He said he was OK, that he and Jack had talked, but I was afraid that was just to avoid a scene with Vanessa…uh, Jeannie.I had slipped on a robe while he was walking her to the cars. Siller came in the door and smiled at me, reaching out to fold me into his arms. My heart started to beat again and I clung tightly to him, feeling the warmth of his hard chest through his t-shirt. I actually started to cry; hard-ass, tough-as-nails Nicole had tears running down her face. Siller looked down at me and began to kiss my cheeks where the tears were running.”Hey now, babe, what’s all this? I’m with you, never gonna let you go, OK? You OK, nothing to cry about. So you had a little white milk from blondie’s bowl, broadened your horizons some. No shame baby.”I had to laugh, while crying, at his use of my own words against me. I was the one who had told him not to be drinking white milk from blondie’s bowl, after he had remarked (over and over again) how good she looked. Damn, I sure couldn’t argue that anymore, she did look good. And damn if that milk didn’t taste pretty good too.Siller tilted my chin back and looked me in the eye. “Nikki, baby, I love you. Maybe Jeannie does too, I wouldn’t blame her. You pretty sweet. But you ain’t ever gonna leave me for her, because she’s never gonna be free. As far as I am concerned, playtime with her is safe.”Jack and I had a long talk. Jeannie’s adventurous right now. Her eyes have been opened wide, she’s exploring herself, shedding some old skin and stretching her wings, like a butterfly. She’s hungry for experience. Jack feels no concern, he believes completely in her. He even, ah…” His voice trailed off.But I was seizing on what he had started off with…he was never going to leave me! He loved me!”Oh Silly…” I was really bawling now, crying in relief, my tears of fear had turned to joy. And…I wouldn’t have to give Vanessa up, although I was willing, I wouldn’t have yenimahalle escort to!”But I do have a question,” he began, looking as serious as he could, “when were you going to let me in on the new look?”I stepped back from him and whipped open the robe, displaying my new five-inch pumps, thigh-high stockings, and shaved pussy. “What do you think? I put all this together today! And yes, I was thinking of you when I got the heels and hose and when I shaved my puss. Vanessa helped me do it!”He looked at me curiously. “Who the hell is Vanessa?””It’s Jeannie, it’s like a code word for her submissive side. Vanessa means a couple of things, but one thing it means is a type of butterfly, just like you were talking about.””OK, enough about her, I want to drink you in…”Siller just stared at me for a moment.Finally, he spoke. “Wow. Like too-fucking wow. Baby, you look like a billion bucks! Get rid of that bathrobe, and lets play!”I was only too happy to oblige. The bathrobe slithered off my shoulders and onto the floor, as Siller reached for me.He gathered me into his arms and captured my lips with his, his strong tongue diving into my mouth to do battle with mine.He broke the kiss to smile and say, “I told you those killer heels would look good on you!”Then he picked me up and carried me back to the bedroom. As he laid me down on the bed, still in disarray from my recent tryst with Vanessa, he added, “Now I’m gonna find out about licking that smooth bowl clean!”He wasted no time in trying me out. He spread my legs and took a good, long, look at my shaved pussy. “You know, I would probably never have asked you to do this, but I like how it looks! Now for the taste test…”Siller lowered his face into my pussy, sniffing and kissing, probably smelling Vanessa all over me. He tasted my newly bared flesh repeatedly, first kissing and licking and then simply brushing his big hands over the skin to feel it. Soon, though, he focused his attention on my rapidly dampening puss, taking first the outer, then the inner lips in his own and working his tongue all around, gradually working his way closer and closer to my clit. I knew he loved playing with my little man in the boat, and this time was no exception. He flutter-tongued that little guy until I thought I was going to have a seizure. Then he began to use his thick, strong tongue to actually fuck my pussy. I was in heaven.When he started, I was going to be clever and ask him if I passed the taste test but that fucking smart-ass idea was long gone at this point…He raised his head and looked left and right, seeing the dark stockings on each leg, and applied his oral talents to my inner thighs, over the hose, just before he raised himself and moved up over my body. His tongue traced a route over my tummy, up my rib cage, and over my breasts, capturing my already-stiff nipples with his lips on the way up my neck to my mouth again.I felt him positioning his stiff cock at the opening of my pussy, and he eased himself into me so agonizingly slowly I was crying out for him to “Please fuck me!” but he held his pace to a crawl. I could actually feel the inside of my pussy contracting like a swallowing throat, trying to pull his meat deeper into me.Finally, like some huge inexorably moving stone finally settling into a slot custom built for it, I felt his dick go all the way home. He held it there, flexing it in me like a thick bicep. I could feel a brand new sensation, unfamiliar but not unpleasant; his stiff pubic curls crushing against my so-recently shaved flesh. I was going nuts! My legs wrapped around his thighs, my ankles locked together and my ‘killer heels’ were waving wildly in the air.At long last, as my brain was spiraling into madness, he began to withdraw it slowly, then re-enter me, like some great piston in a dark wet engine. The action sped up; the engine (me) began to produce energy as the piston moved in and out more quickly. My words of lust, urging him on, blended into a continuous wail as he pounded me relentlessly.I felt his cock begin to expand and contract in me as the cum loaded into it from his balls. He relaxed his weight onto my body, using both hands to grab the cheeks of my ass and pull me forcefully against his thrusting cock as he came, as if he was determined to take back every inch of me that had been surrendered to Vanessa’s probing tongue only hours before in this very bed.That was the thought in my brain as I felt his semen blasting into my cunt. I was his! I might kiss Vanessa’s beautiful lips, both above and below, but I was his! And my consciousness left me then, as my own orgasm barreled through my brain and body.I had never passed out during sex before, so it was a new experience. I came to slowly, with the feel of Siller’s breath against my cheek and his hand gently stroking the newly bared flesh between my legs. He really did like it. Damn! Thanks, Vanessa!Siller saw that I was (a) alive and (b) conscious and smiled and gently kissed my lips. “I am gonna have to say that I am totally down with all the new developments. Baby, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in stockings, at least not these sexy things. The heels fuckin’ rock! And I can’t say enough about that bare snatch. I hope it feels as good to you as it does to me!”I nodded vigorously. “I like it too. It’s gonna take a little effort to keep it that way, but you’ve convinced me it’s worth it.”I glanced over at the clock. Nearly three hours had gone by since Vanessa had left. I was thinking about her, hoping she got home safely, and also thinking I might call her and assure her that all was well here.”Wow,” I said, “how long was I out?””About half an hour actually. You were breathing, so I figured maybe your lovers just wore you out today.”I noticed he had said “lovers” and grinned. “Yeah, well, you two have been pretty rough on me.”His face turned serious for a moment. “Did Jeannie…Vanessa tell you about the deal with Rick and DeeDee?””Well, a little.” I answered. “The big argument they had that Friday night, before we saw them Sunday in the dorm, was about that. Jack and Rick “kidnapped” her as a way of making her see that she was really submissive, and Rick and Jack both fucked her while she was tied up. DeeDee shaved her pussy at the same time. Then Jack told her it was just him…and the truth came out when Rick made some comment to Jeannie that night in the Student Union. It almost all came apart that night – but DeeDee saved the day by talking Vanessa through it.””Un-fucking-believable, right? Jack’s got stones, that’s for sure, but I think he took a crazy big risk.” Siller shook his head.”But what I was also talking about was Rick and DeeDee, they have a relationship like Jack and Jeannie’s. But Rick is apparently pretty rough with DeeDee. Jack is concerned that he may be going overboard.”And here is where it gets weird-er. Jeannie, uh, Vanessa, after the fight night, questioned Jack as to whether he had ever fucked DeeDee. Then she said since Rick had fucked her, he should share DeeDee. That’s crazy enough, but Jack has never has expressed interest in having sex with DeeDee, he thinks Vanessa may be hot for her.”Jack is OK with Jeannie doing DeeDee, but he was really happy she wanted to get to know you better. Jeannie asked him, Friday, if he would object to her having sex with you, and as you probably heard from her he said no.”OK, hold onto your ass now. This is gonna knock you down. Jack told me that he asked Jeannie, if things worked out with you, would she like to…”Fuck you? I mean, fuck you!” I screamed, and began to cry again. That’s what she had meant! That crazy cracker bitch was after Siller!”And so what the hell did you say to that? Yes, please, massa, and thank you for the white pussy? Jesus, Mary and Joseph, Siller. What the hell kind of game are you playing at here?”Siller said nothing, just watched me, his usual smack-talk and bravado nowhere in evidence.I was out of the bed and on my feet now, stomping back and forth around the room, screaming and cursing, tears coursing down my cheeks. Vanessa had said “I want it to happen again. Maybe you won’t miss it then.” Holy mother of God.After about fifteen minutes of pacing the room, I plopped back down on the bed again, then jumped up like I had been stung. I was never going to sleep in that fucking bed again!’Fucking’ bed. How fucking appropriate.I stalked out of the bedroom and sat down on the couch.After a little while, I stopped crying out loud, but was still sniffling.”Siller,” I called, “what did you say to Jack?”

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Naked and radiant from her shower selfie, Li Mai admired her firm breasts in the mirror, a finger slowly tracing her sensitive areola still engorged from her orgasm. She’d been blessed with youthful breasts and bras were optional when the mood took her. Tonight was one of those nights, for tonight she had only one thing on her mind; John’s cock.John, her close friend Alicia’s husband, had been flirting with her every time they meet and when he knew no one was looking, he’d squeeze her tight arse or ‘accidentally’ press his bulge against her. She didn’t discourage him, she liked it; it made her feel wanted and wanton.It seemed forever since she’d had a good fuck and ever since he’d been flirting with her, he’d become the centre of her dreams. It was understandable; he’s a successful man and had an air of sophistication most women find attractive and although nobody said, everyone knew he played around.Alicia liked a bit on the side too and over coffee, they often shared intimate details of their latest accomplishments.“John’s very frisky these days. Aren’t you giving him enough?” she asked Alicia.“Oh, you know John, can’t keep it in his trousers.”“Don’t you mind?”“Why should I? He doesn’t mind me having fun and he’s so big, I’m glad of the rest sometimes. Has he been coming onto you?”“Uh huh.”“You should fuck him. He’s always on about how hot you look. I know he wants you.” Alicia laughed to herself. “You should make him your bitch and leave him begging for more… Ha, that will teach otele gelen escort the bastard for coming on to my friends.”Admiring herself in the mirror, Li Mei relished the sensation of her fingers grazing her sensitive nipples. A feeling of need raised within her as they returned to full hardness. Closing her eyes, she thought of John. Alicia said he was big and as her silky fingers slipped past her luscious entrance she imagined how he would feel inside her, how he would feel as he fucked her and how she would squeal and squirm impaled on his hot fat cock until a giant wave of comfort and release swept over her mind and body.No great marvel, her body was nonetheless beautiful. Possessed of a classic slim Asian figure, naturally tanned skin, shapely breasts crowned with typical dark areolae, large nipples, and a high round schoolgirl’s arse men couldn’t resist.As the hot flush eased, she planned her line of attack. Cleavage revealing top with a flyaway skirt, or yellow Chinese silk sheath dress with an enticing slit up the side? She chose the latter, both because she knew the dress made her look like a goddess and it could be both conservative and extremely sexy depending on what was required. It also flattered her curves, accentuated her breasts, and with no underwear, it showed her tantalizing nipples perfectly, a beckoning temptation to sin.Taking a pair of seamed stockings from her locker, she carefully balgat escort unrolled each over her pedicured feet and up the length of her legs. She loved Cuban heel stockings, how they accented her long legs and the looks she received whilst wearing them.She turned her attention to the dress. In a rustle of silk, she slipped the sexy fabric over her head easing it over her breasts and shimmying it over her hips before finally smoothing out the fabric and buttoning the chest before finishing with her favourite pair of heels. In this dress, she felt invincible, fabulous and eminently fuckable.Tonight, ‘eminently fuckable’ was the look she was going for. It had been too long and she desperately needed a wonderful cock inside her. ‘Fuck, I’m hot,’ she thought while smoothing her dress one last time.This evening was a regular soirée for a group of good friends, some married, some single, meeting for dinner and drinks. They always have good fun, but lately, John had been getting quite frisky with her, as they kissed goodbye he’d pull her close and press himself against her. Tonight, with Alicia’s blessing, she planned to find out what was behind the bulge.Arriving at the restaurant, she scanned the room for her victim. Thankfully, there was an empty chair next to John. Alicia sat on the opposite side of the large round table chatting to those close by.Wearing a charcoal grey suit that hung perfectly on his frame, he looked good. elvankent escort Gold cufflinks held together his white cuffs showed he was a man of substance.“Chablis?” she said, sliding onto the seat next to him making sure her dress revealed a hint of stocking top through the slit in the side.Surprised by her sudden apparition his eyes popped as they lowered from tantalizing protrusions to inviting thigh.“You look stunning.” He gasped glancing over to see if Alicia had noticed him ogling. She hadn’t, and neither had anyone else.“Did you wear that for me?” He whispered.“You wish.” She answered in her sexiest voice. “You’re looking good yourself. If I didn’t know better I would say you’re trying to impress someone.”“You know me too well.” He grinned; placing a warm hand her stocking clad thigh. A tingle shot to her pussy as he squeezed.Crossing her legs as he poured her a glass of wine, her dress, not unintentionally, hiked up exposing the bare flesh above the top of her stocking. “Damn,” John stammered as he missed the glass and spilled the wine. Tonight was her turn to flirt and boy was she going to make him suffer.Not wanting to be too obvious, Li Mai shared her time equally with those close by. The meal was outstanding and as the dishes were cleared, more wine was ordered as people receded into groups to swap tall stories, share advice, and solve the problems of the world.Sipping her wine, Li Mei studied John over the brim of her glass as he chatted with Brian, sitting on his other side. She knew he must have women flirt with him all the time and it mattered not to her, for tonight was her night. She let one shoe drop to the floor and ran her stocking foot around his ankle. He carried on chatting as if nothing was happening so she continued to tease him as she imaged his cock growing in the darkness below the table.

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My wife asked me for a favor over breakfast. She told me she had a bi-curious co-worker that she wanted me to meet. I’m always in the mood for new cock so I asked if she had any pictures. She pulled her phone out and said that his name was Steve, but he went by Stephanie sometimes. I looked at the photos and I saw a beautiful girl with short blonde hair and a mini skirt. I looked through other photos of her in lingerie and my cock got hard. Stephanie was cute otele gelen escort and had a nice bubble butt that looked ripe for a good fucking.My wife told me that Steve had been dressing for a few years but was afraid to approach a man. I told her I would love to meet him as I took my cock out and fucked her on the kitchen counter. She said Stephanie must have really turned me on as I came balgat escort in her pussy.The next day she came home from work and handed me a hotel key card. She told me to shower and clean up. I needed to meet Stephanie at the hotel bar at eight. I did as I was told. I dressed in slacks and a golf shirt and no underwear.I arrived and entered the bar around eight. There was Stephanie in a long dress elvankent escort slit up to the mid-thigh. She was sitting on a tall bar stool with her legs crossed and looked amazing. I introduced myself and we had a few drinks.I was having a good time and forgot that Stephanie was a man. I moved closer and started caressing her thigh and giving her light kisses on her neck. She was loving the attention and rubbed my cock through my slacks. I paid the tab and suggested we move to the room.When we entered the room, she told me to get comfortable and she was gonna freshen up. I took off my clothes and climbed in bed and started casually playing with my cock. Stephanie came out of the bathroom dressed in black heels and leggings and a black G-string. She looked amazing. I could not believe she was a he.

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Arriving promptly at the bathhouse’s opening time on the day before New Year’s Eve, the number of visitors was surprising. Four other men were around as I paid, and easily 8 other men were in the locker area at a time, the total in flux as people came and left as I quickly undressed.

At the bar, the number of new visitors did not decrease, though there were enough intervals to allow those sitting at the bar to be served – especially considering that my order was already known.

Finishing the beer at the sauna’s Internet PC, I left the glass at the counter before going upstairs. Where nothing interesting was happening, with only a couple of other men to be seen.

Downstairs, I checked the whirlpool, where a man with glasses was alone in the still water, one arm under the surface. I showered, and stepped slowly into the quite hot water. Letting my legs spread, the response was minimal at best. Very slowly, we began to explore further possibilities. However, when another man sat between us, this process was disrupted – without the new man adding anything to the mix at all. Making it simple to leave when the central jet started.

Leading to a surprising vista underneath the softly lit aquarium built into the wall. When leaving the jacuzzi, I normally try to remove as much water as possible from my skin at the top step, creating a natural pause. Today, after shaking my feet briefly, I stood on the top of the stair platform, sliding the last water from my legs.

Beneath and to the left, there was a naked pair at the last lounger. One man was kneeling on the floor, sucking the other man’s cock as he lay flat on the chair, legs spread. My towel was on the lounge chair next to them, meaning that there was no reason to rush, nor a need to find an excuse to get near.

The eyes of the man on his back getting sucked were closed, his expression completely slutty. Both had spread out their white towels, completely naked in what I had generally considered a public space. Not that this belief had stopped my hand from finding my cock, watching them have sex from a different vantage point. The sense of being both a voyeur and a willing exhibitionist added to the erotic feeling that was starting to envelop me. In a bathhouse, there is never any need to worry about privacy or shame when it comes to hot sex, creating a very addictive atmosphere to get off in. A fact known to all repeat visitors, sharing the same desire for easy sex.

Ironically enough, the only men who could not see what I was doing were the two in the hot tub. A man in the top row of the Finnish sauna, the window showing him clearly, was touching himself. He had been looking down at the scene when I first saw him, but his glance had drifted my way several times, taking in my open jacking off. Much like I had seen him begin fondling his cock and balls.

The whirlpool has two sets of stairs, leading me to use the left hand set for maybe the third time in several years of visits. Taking my time, entranced by the male sex going on, my hard cock convinced that group sex was again at hand. A belief shared by the rest of me, looking forward to playing with horny strangers. I moved by them slowly, spreading my own towel out before sitting on it, fisting myself. This was becoming my first time using this area for sex, adding a small thrill, a sense of doing something unusual and unconsidered.

The lounger was surprisingly solid and comfortable, and quite close to the action going on so close. The cock sucker had been aware of my presence from the start, while the man getting sucked was clearly unconcerned about anything except being pleasured. His expression that of a man in sexual paradise, hands fluttering over his nipples as his cock was deep throated.

The view was very explicit, the better lighting playing a major role. The sucked man’s rod was glistening, my head near, neither concerned in the least about a naked horny stranger watching as he played with himself publicly. My left hand soon roamed over the sucking man’s ass, rubbing his balls before finding his hard cock. My own horniness was beginning to overwhelm me, much as the other two had already been overwhelmed.

Clearly enjoyed the attention, he turned his head as he sucked, prompting me to start to tweak the nipple of the other man. He responded, his leg touching mine as his hand reached for my thigh. I was being included in their sexual games, the touch of the cocksucker’s hand along my shaft making me moan ‘oh yeah .. oh fuck yes.’ Soon, stroking each other in rhythm, I saw how he changed his style, his lips no longer circling the other man’s rod, his tongue beginning to lick its exposed length, flicking the flared ridge before sliding back down.

A motion becoming associated with a certain sinking, as slowly, his tongue started to teasingly explore the other man’s Çankaya Escort stretched sack. The scene was perfect, as our legs had pressed each other, providing an unobstructed view of what was happening. This was the reality behind hot porn, and it was utterly enthralling, having a man stroke me as he went down on a stranger.

The first brief flicks against an obviously waiting ass were a tease, which I added to in kind, my hand having moved from the kneeling man’s cock back to his cheeks and crack. My middle finger felt his quivering each time it glided over his soft hole. By now, the two sluts were fully aware that another one had joined them, my hand pumping the laying man’s rigid and coated shaft as he was rimmed.

The rimmer couldn’t stop from moving against my finger each time it pressed against his horny hole, succumbing to a similar style of pleasure as I watched his tongue explore the other man. It was easy to judge how good my fingering felt by how his hand went slack on my cock. His tonguing became sloppier, much to the rimmed man’s satisfaction, whose own cock had thoroughly stiffened under my attention.

After a while, we all began to play with variations on basic themes. I started to explore the laying man’s hot ass when the kneeling man returned to cock sucking, easily fingering the laying man’s wonderfully lubricated and pulsing anal ring, watching his turned on cock going steadily deeper into the other man’s throat as my finger did the same to his ass.

Fingering two men at the same time was fantastic fun, even as other men began to react to what was going on. One man approached the laying man’s head, his cock being licked a few times before his partner’s head sank again, unable to resist what we were doing to him. The new man moved near me, holding his 3/4 hard cock, and it took him a while standing there to understand just how uninterested I was in cock sucking right now.

He went away, and the man that had previously interrupted me in the hot tub approached, also discovering that we were uninterested in others by this point. He sat on the third lounger, a fair distance from us, though he had an excellent view as he began to touch himself. The next time I looked, the other man was standing next to him, still hoping to have his cock sucked, without the slightest action occurring.

The kneeling man shifted position, rising to sit at the corner of the lounger, his hands bringing the laying man’s right foot to his mouth. As soon as he began sucking his toes, I reached for the other available foot, rubbing the sole and stroking the toes. Soon, I couldn’t resist from pressing the top of the foot against my stiff cock, jacking off as the man sitting across from me, his mouth expertly manipulating the other man’s toes, watched. He too was jacking off.

At some point, the toe sucking man reached for my leg, letting the other man’s foot drop away. Helping with the positioning of my foot, when his tongue slid over my sole, it was impossible to keep from moaning, jamming my cock against a stranger’s moving foot. I had rarely experienced such expert talent, as he began to turn me on, his mouth liquid pleasure, his tongue swirling.

My eyes kept fluttering closed, but his gaze was steady as his oral skills brought me to the edge of cumming. An edge that grew dangerously near when a finger began to touch my throbbing asshole.

However, it remained just possible to keep from orgasming, his wet mouth engulfing my toes, tongue and wet lips running over my sole. After an indeterminate period of animal bliss, my foot returned to the lounger. The laying man was sucking a fourth’s man cock, the light from the aquarium making it obvious just how hot the blowjob had already been. I’d only noticed after hearing new sucking sounds, making me shift attention from the renewed cock sucking in front of me.

Collecting myself a bit, focussing on what was happening, I saw various men in various groupings doing various things. Including at least two other cocksucking pairs, two men stroking, and a couple of men wandering by. Rising a bit, the whirlpool seemed a dead spot, a reversal from normal practice, with the same man still sitting in it, with an unmistakable look of boredom.

Having stood, I moved to the wall, near the man being sucked, playing with myself. A hand quickly slid over my cock, freeing my right hand to stroke the kneeling man’s ass cheeks. My left hand quickly found a nipple to touch, the other man sagging and moaning as two strangers brought him to the edge of cumming, and then kept him there.

Much like he was doing to me, palm sliding over my pre-cum slick cockhead, creating intense sensations of delightful desire to just cum so good. My left hand slid down over his thigh, then behind it, my fingers already spread Keçiören Escort to explore his ass and balls.

Fingering his hole created enough of a distraction to let me pull back from the intense temptation of orgasm, as his attention shifted, hips beginning to move with obvious desire. Pressing down, my finger was soon sliding deeper, surprised at his desire considering how dry my finger was. Which was not the case with the finger that was in the kneeling man’s ass, lubricated by sweat and my own pre-cum.

The awareness of publicly anally pleasuring two men again, my jutting naked cock in another man’s grasp, just added to the shared excitement, unconcerned about anyone knowing just how much gay group sex turned us all on. This being one of the best places in the city to indulge in it, after all. And the current scene was bringing back memories of a visit to another nearby city’s bathhouse, where getting off with several men in a common area with loungers was one of the highlights.

Right hand again on my shaft, the kneeling man shifted a bit, returning his attention to sucking the cock of the man stretched out underneath him. A minor shift for the man next to me, still enjoying having my finger humped by a stranger. At some point, my nipple being licked by the slut next to me, another person joined our threesome. A dark haired man easily half my age, he started cocksucking the man next to me, the man on the lounger having turned his attention to a man to his left, sucking another cock.

Watching lazily, enjoying the feel of another man’s hand on my cock, turning my head to look at the man going down on the man I was still finger fucking. He began playing with my nipple, making me moan. We were all clearly turned on when the man next to me whispered ‘Want to go upstairs?’ A tempting invitation, though one I politely refused.

Timing plays a role in such arrangements – by this point, my cock needed time to recover from its extended balancing act on the edge of orgasm. Slowly, I disengaged, almost tempted back when the younger man’s finger found my ass as the other man’s tongue flicked my nipple.

Finally separating, aware that the others remained utterly horny, I went to shower off, unable to keep from soaping and stroking my dick. I’d already decided to go upstairs to do a hit from the magic little brown bottle, tempted by the awareness that the scene downstairs could still be going on after returning.

Upstairs offered nothing interesting, so I did a hit, and returned to the bottom level. The same man with glasses was in whirlpool, alone, while a couple of the same men were still indulging in public sex at the corner lounger. The original pair was still there, even if the man leaning against the wall was new-

His erection was as obvious as mine, as I saw his gaze fix on my cock, his lips lightly parted, expression sexily vacant as I stepped next to him, my left fingers starting to play with his nipple. His moans were soon matched by mine, his hand sliding over my shaft, resting his palm on my bush before circling the base, tautening the skin perfectly as I jacked off.

The original cocksucker had started to finger the laying man again, ass glistening from another rim job. Prompting me to slide my hand down the stranger next to me, taking its time on his sexy rod before starting to tease him with the possibility of being the fourth man finger fucked by me today.

A tease which turned out not to be one at all, as he began to press down against my finger as soon as it approached his clearly horny hole. Much the same way he had moved his cock to be swallowed by the kneeling man. I slid down the wall, starting to play again with the cocksucker’s sexy rod while watching him go down on another man.

Soon, cock being heavenly jacked off again, a rhythm developed between us, reflecting the stroking and finger fucking happening in our triangle. Fairly rough finger fucking, actually. Normally, at least something like sweat or saliva or pre-cum provides a bit of lubrication, but right now, the man above me seemed to be getting off on how much pressure it took to have my finger move deeper his tight ring.

To the point that I stopped matching his grinding force, simply because it seemed as if he was unaware of what could happen with that combination of dryness and motion. At least potentially, though I’ve never exceeded it, due to a simple sense of caution. But this shift was not much of a problem for him, as he just focussed on face fucking the man jacking me off. Who had spread the welling pre-cum over my cock head, the sensation entrancing while I watched his lips surrounding a man’s extended tool, moving up and down.

Gay group sex is straightforward at a bathhouse, with sometimes extraordinary results. Good Etimesgut Escort group sex is fluid, individuals joining and leaving while the sex continues. I took the original cock sucker’s place, kneeling, grasping a hard cock in each hand, providing a glorious view while jacking two stranger’s off, one’s shaft still wet.

At some point, the creaking of my knees became too distracting, making it time to leave. Entering the shower, it was impossible not to soap my rod, moaning, right at the edge of cumming after just a couple of strokes. In the middle of this, the public cock sucker passed me, standing under the water across from me.

Putting some soap in my hand, I reached over, and began to play with him again, the orange scented soap being ideal lubrication. His hand reached over, sliding down my balls, then he began to finger my ass. The sensations were causing my eyes to close, making it possible to better concentrate on his stiff shaft without being distracted at how sexy it looked.

Words drifted into my ears – ‘want to cum on me?’ It was briefly tempting, but the showers have yet to enter my list of places to orgasm at a bathhouse.

After I refused, he rinsed off and went upstairs as a man came out of the steam room, cock erect and swinging. I watched him walk by while stroking myself, completely lost in the slutty mood shared among so many strangers. I quickly rinsed off, still stiff, and went into the steam. Noticing how a couple of other men looked at me as I walked past them, their faces tilted down.

In the steambath, there were several men standing and sitting, apart. Moving cautiously through them, eyes barely able to discern shapes in the dimness found at the rear wall, I remained on the more lit side of the passage. There was little to see or hear, though the space did not feel empty.

Cautiously extending my right arm into the passageway, I encountered nothing, even as a couple of figures slowly came into focus. One pair was clearly kissing, cock to cock, one of the more addictive pleasures found in a Turkish bath. Turning just a bit, intending to move further into the steamroom’s space, I lifted my left arm. The touch of a hand along it was an enjoyable surprise, causing me to stop.

And to shift my right hand from my cock to searching for the person whose hand had reached my chest. I could not stop from moaning when a hand began to touch my cock, providing a path for my hand to follow. Leading to the discovery of a third man, the one actually playing with my cock as the man between us began to tweak my nipple.

Soon, holding two cocks, two hands sliding along my horny shaft, I was enjoying a stranger’s hand playing with my balls. Another man began to press himself against me, misunderstanding my current position as an invitation to be fucked. I turned 90°, ass pressing the hot wall, causing him to move on, as neither of my partners did anything to entice him to stay.

Such flows and ebbs are simply part of the steamroom experience, as different tastes and interests mingle, separating or merging randomly. Our threesome’s shared interest was clearly in cock play, and the first feel of another man’s cockhead was utterly entrancing. I knew the magical slipperiness was pre-cum, the awareness that it was likely the mixed pre-cum of both men intoxicating.

Any ability to resist getting cock to cock with a stranger was rapidly fading, something my mind was only dimly registering, the actual sensations overwhelming as I began to slide my cock head around his, my hand holding us together. Indulging in pure cock play.

When the third man added his sexy cockhead to the mix, our moans grew uncontrollable, another sign of just how turned on we all were. I tried to remain a bit coy, keeping the games limited to cockheads, even as I tweaked a nipple from each stranger, robbing them of any ability to go beyond the pure bliss of our cocks tips merging in slippery pleasure.

By now, our bodies had formed an open box. Being against the wall, I wasn’t blocking the passage, and if someone just happened to be offered the chance to join us because of the other two’s position, it was not a concern of mine.

Especially not when cockhead to cockhead with them. The sensation of feeling the center of these other men’s sexual being was incredible, knowing that they were sharing the same delight. Pre-cum is incredibly addictive, something likely known by most women too, but a secret not commonly shared among men. Until they experience the profound reality, such as at a bathhouse. Often leading to becoming very regular visitors, enjoying just how another man’s own lubrication feels along their own aroused skin.

It was impossible to keep track of whose hands were keeping our cocks joined, the pre-cum creating a perfect layer of liquid sex between us. Nipples, tongues, necks, lips all being caressed or pleasured, adding to our cock loving fun. Experienced fun, actually, as we all remained just on the edge of orgasm.

Finally, the physical heat of the steamroom was too much.

Looking at the clock over the steamroom’s entrance, I decided it was time to leave – one and a half hours after first arriving.

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Chapter 45: Moved On

Kaiken and his pod swim through the sea, with his mate Umiato by his side, and his daughter, Savarna by her side. And an empty space on his other side that he still has trouble ignoring.

It has been almost approximately 3 years since the banishment of their Merrick. Without the presence of the Adra Triton by his side, Kaiken feels a sense of imbalance – as if his right arm has been severed off. Merrick may have ceased to exist, but there in lies the problem – it has indeed unfurled a balance. It has been so long since he had to instruct his son to pay attention, tell him to KNOW, not GUESS. He still remembers the look defiance when he had to break his son’s own trident in half, as punishment for becoming exiled.

And then there was that human. Kaiken still has no idea why he even put himself on the land in the first place, it’s not like he could’ve go out and look for him – he doesn’t know how to walk. And that human… The way he talked to him…

===

“I thought you would’ve been gone by now…” Said a young human male, with an older looking female right next to him. Both of them are looking at Kaiken, after he is in his human form. Why is this human talking to him? They’ve never met.

Just how much does he know about merfolk? “I know you can’t talk to me,” Adam said, “But just so you know, it’s far from fair on how you judge your son.”

“…” Kaiken scowled and glared at the human. He seems so brazen…

“If you think he’s abandoned his identity, you’re dead wrong,” The man told him, “He’s doing fine now, but he’s miserable without his pod.”

‘What?’ Kaiken felt a rush of anger in his face, ‘Is this the human that… That HE has mated with?’

“I want you to know that.” The human continued, “Or did that not occur to you because he was banished?” Kaiken’s fist tightened around his trident, shaking with anger. Such blatant disrespect to a Triton!

“Whatever grudge you hold against him, you should know that it was never his fault to begin with. Even YOU should figure that.”

If it were not for his possible affiliation with his former son, Kaiken feels a huge urge to throw his trident at this man’s head before he can kill him into the sky.

‘This was a mistake.’ Kaiken thought to himself, ‘I must return, or else my wrath will send me to the next life.’ He growled as he turned, working his thick, strong arms around, and dipping himself into the ocean.

===

Not only did that human know of merfolk, but the way he talked at him… Such tongue from a young one merits a lot of anger from Kaiken. Know your place, that’s his way. If he could walk and talk to humans, he would teach that impudent sky wretch a lesson in respecting stronger elders. Merrick would NEVER speak to him like that!

As he lead his pod, he signals deliberately ahead, turning the entire school of Navyn Tail merfolk to another direction as he could sense something huge and immobile. The pod followed their Triton’s lead until they have arrived at a sunken human ship. Kaiken immediately assesses that it is a very old one – ships from old days are made of trees found on land, along with large sails that have been torn to shredded shrouds, while ships of modern times are made of a stronger material that does not rot in water so easily.

“We have found a lost sea-home of the humans!” Triton announced as he turned to his pod, “We may search this dying shell, and if time dictates, we may rest for the night within it.”

The pod broke apart, and surveyed around the ship. Umiato and Savarna swam down to the ship, humming an eerie hymn, trying to feel any protective wards or energies on the ship – it looks untouched, but if another pod has come, and when they don’t want to share their find, there’s a chance that pod’s Noita may have marked this wreck as their own, so no one else can touch it – a technique Savarna has learned recently, and has place upon her Sea Spot over in the Hawaiian waters.

Neither the Noita or Adra can feel any hostile energies implanted within, around, or upon the ship or sand, nor can they detect any residual auras that may have came from any other merfolk. Umiato sounded a melodic call, and the pod descended upon the ship.

Adra Savarna dipped into one of the ships, window, and found a lavender-shaded mermaid going through a chest she opened with small spiral shell.

“This human ship must be so old,” She said as she hear feel Savarna approach her.

“Is that another one of those boxes?” The Adra asked. Her palms started to glow with a light, and she hovered over the other mermaid.

“Ah!” The lavender mermaid pulled her arm back, to see a sharp, rusty edge from the chest’s metal framing at cut her arm.

“Careful, Rinami,” Savarna said as one of her bright hands grasped onto her friend’s arm. The water seeped into the cut, and ceased the blood seeping through as it closed.

Being more careful about the chest, Savarna floated up a bit more to shine the light in her hands to illuminate the contents of the chest.

“Amazing…” Rinami said Eryaman Escort as they gazed upon a pool of glittering gems and small, gleaming discs.

“This ship MUST be ancient,” Savarna said as she reached a hand down, and plucked up a small ruby, “Ships in this era do not carry such artifacts as this.”

“Oh, if only we can take all of this with us.” Rinami said as she scooped up a load of the very old gold coins in the chest, and let them drift back down into the box.

“Or if only there was enough of these crystals,” Savarana said as she tucked the ruby into her pouch, and plucked up a green emerald, “If I could have a lot of these gems, I could possibly make a crystal dome on my Sea Spot!”

“Oh, that would be so colorful!” Rinami cooed, “With your light, you can make it gleam and shimmer from the inside!”

“That would be unwise, Rinami” Came the voice of the Razirah. The long, grey merman drifted outside, the many strings and shells gently shaking on his body, keeping his trace of the whole pod intact.

“Why not?” Savarna said, “If I did, I COULD make a bright, beautiful shine inside an orb of crystals!”

“And thus, summon the interest of hungry predators.” Denizyr said as he drifted off. The two mermaids pouted as they continued to rummage through the chest.

“… Ah…” Savarna picked up a blue sapphire. Refracting the light in her palms, specs of dazzling blue light shone in the blue gem.

Umiato looked at the blue light in the small room of the ship, sighing as her daughter played with the light in the jewel. It’s been a long time, as well as painful, since her brother was banished from the pod. Savarna has grown so much since then.

The Noita gracefully swam into the room, where Savarna and Rinami turned to her, “Oh, Noita Umiato.”

“Mother.” The Adra said.

“May I have a moment alone, Rinami?” Umiato asked.

“Yes, Noita.” Rinami said as she turned and swam forth from the hole in the ship.

Umiato drifted up to her daughter’s side, and then released a ball of light from her own hand, which unlike Savarna’s light, hovers freely in the water. She looks at the sparkling blue gem in her daughter’s hand, “That is a very beautiful crystal, Daughter.”

“Yes, it is…” Savarna answered, “… It’s just like his eyes…”

“Your Father’s, I wager?” Umiato said.

“No, Mother…” Savarna’s eyes gazed down, “Brother…” She stopped making the sapphire gleam, and tucked it into her pouch, along with the ruby and emerald.

“How are you feeling, Daughter?” Umiato said, “I think of him often. Especially when we find a fallen ship.” Umiato turned her head around, “He did always love finding these forsaken husks, with good reason, of course.”

“I am…” Savarna sighed, “Better…” She picked up another jewel, making it glimmer and shine, “I too remember when Brother became so excited to see a dead ship.” She smiled weakly, “I still remember that game he had. Hide-And-Seek, he called it.” Merrick once learned this game from Adam, not that anyone from the pod would know. He insisted that he didn’t invent the game, that he once played it with a few Adra Triton friends of his, but many of the meryin still love playing it.

“Yes…” Umiato produced a small, beautiful hand-mirror from her own pouch, “Remember this?”

“You still have that?” Savarna said, as she looked at her reflection in the small, flat glass.

“Of course.” Umiato said, “I mend MY pouch,” She said as tugged at a small hole on Savarna’s bag, “I found this when you were very young. Your Brother was very fond of it years ago, and vowed to one day fine one just like it, so that he can give it to his mate on the red moon he found her…”

“I imagine he has, by now…” Savarna said, “I am well, Mother.” She said, “I miss him a lot… But I confess… When he was with us, I did not know how to have friends. And now I have Rinami, and… His absence is a lot less painful for a long time now…”

“You have moved on past your pain,” Umiato said, “But lest you forget the true treasure of what once was.”

“Of course, Mother.” Savarna said as she plucked up a few more gems, “I will never forget him…” Savarna turned, and nuzzled the Noita. “Thank you, Mother…”

“Daughter…”

“Without you to guide me… I would be hating him now…”

“I am happy to know this of you.” Umiato said as she coddled her daughter, “If only your Father can see such reason.”

~~~

Brishen swims along the ship, until he found a human-built portal. He looked at the metal-engraved symbols on the top of it, tracing his fingers along the indented markings.

A R M O R Y

“I wonder if there is such a thing as a translator of human symbolism…” He pondered as he looked at the letters, baffled.

Anyway, he looks to see the key of the wooden portal – a round orb of metal. Not sure if they should be keys though – these open the portal only half the time, and the other half of the time, they’re stuck and he has to forcefully knock the doorknob Sincan Escort off.

Brishen felt at the round knob, and attempted to turn it, growling as it stubbornly stayed locked. He took his spear, and jammed it into the rotting wood of the door. Cranking it harshly, until he was able to carve a jagged hole into the old portal, and pulled it open.

One of the orbs of light from the Noita hovered behind him, and illuminated the small room before him.

“By the depths…” He mumbled as he flowed the orb into the compartment. Lined in the room, are many assortments of human blades and spears! “Whoa…” He reached in, and picked up a dagger with a small antlered land animal engraved into the hilt.

He put the knife aside, and examined one of a few barrels. He opened it up, and found that it is full of strange black powder that emits a strong odor. He scooped up the old, water logged gunpowder, “A choking sand?” He wondered before capping the old container.

Brishen reached and picked up an old pistol from a shelf holding many of the same kind of gun. He held the barrel of the pistol, and shook it a little, “And what are these supposed to be?” His webbed finger found the trigger of the gun, and pushed it. The strange object clicked, but did absolutely nothing, “Is this some kind of ornate club?” He waved the pistol back and forth, “Then what’s the hole for?” He said as he looked down the barrel of the gun, “A poison compartment, maybe?” He mumbled to himself, “Human objects are either very elaborate, or very pointless.” The merman said shaking his head, as he put the pistol back onto its place on the rack.

“Theros Brishen! Theros Brishen!” Came a young voice. Brishen turned around, and swam out of the small room. Two very young mermaids and a little merman swim up to the green merman. He waved his tail to close the door to the room of blades, and turned his attention to the young ones.

“What is the trouble?” He asked them. Penina, Brishen’s jelliscent mate, stopped as she swam, and hid aside, smiling as she watched his mate.

“We tried to hunt resting shark, but it destroyed our weapons…” The male meryin said as they ashamedly held the fragments of their tools.

“I-It tried to eats us too…” Said one of the young mermaids.

“When you try and sneak on a resting creature,” Brishen said, “Karma will mirror upon you-“

“Unless you try and kill it first!” Said the young merman. Brishen sighed and shook his head.

“I once had such thoughts and strategy,” He said as he held his wrist out, and showing an old, ugly scar he once gained from a nasty attempt at a cuttlefish when he and Merrick were once as young as these little hunters, “And it nearly cost me my hand.”

The three young ones bowed their heads, looking ashamed, “… We’re sorry, Theros Brishen.”

“I wager you are,” He said, “As the three of you should know better – none of the other members of the pod are hunting at this time, and even then, you three are still too young to hunt on your own. Remember the rule: We hunt when the Triton commands it.”

“… We…” One of the little mermaids said, “We wanted to make you proud…”

“You must save your ambitions when we deem you ready,” Brishen continued. He chuckled warmly at them, “When I was younger, I too had a dangerous taste for adventure, and it nearly almost killed me at every turn.”

“But,” The little merman said, “You are so powerful! Nothing can kill you!” Brishen chuckled at that.

“Not yet, anyway. Now I will keep this from your Mothers and Fathers for now, but remember the rules – Again.”

“Yes, Theros Brishen.” The three youngsters said as they bowed, and swam away.

Penina smiled as she drifted herself along, and over to Brishen’s side, “Very impressive, my love.” Brishen smiled more as he felt his mate’s slick hands upon him.

“It still feels so… Strange… To be a Theros…”

“It is well deserved, Brishen.” She said, “You are a prime example of the pod now.”

Recently on the previous year, Brishen has been named by Kaiken, Umiato, and Denizyr, as a Theros of Hunt of their pod. An uncommon and respectable member of any pod, a Theros is one who is deemed worthy of teaching others – a prime example of honor and trust for the pod.

Meryin usually learn how to hunt, fight, scavenge, sing, charm, and so forth by their own parents. However, if any member of the pod is incredibly adept at a particular skill, the Triton, Noita, and Razirah anoint him as a Theron in front of the whole pod, where he or she will teach other meryin in that particular skill.

“I still don’t feel so special…” Brishen said, “I just do as I can when I go to hunt. You should have seen how horrible I was at it when I was younger. If it wasn’t for the former Adra Triton…” Brishen said, “Without Merrick… I wouldn’t have been as fun or great as it is.”

Penina turned, and loomed over to the armory, “Wow, you have found a spring of fortune, my love.” She said as the metal edges glinted from the floating Etlik Escort bubble of light.

“Yes,” Brishen picked up one of the swords from the racks, “Certainly a wonderful trove for the arms of the pod.”

“I am surprised you simply did not replace those meryin’s weapons right here.” She said as she held one of the ironclad spears.

“I was tempted,” Brishen said, “I did want to brighten their faces with these weapons. However, when you reward mischief and mistakes, the value of teaching suffers.”

“Hahaha,” The translucent mermaid smiled as she turned Brishen’s face by the cheek, “See? You ARE a Theros.” He smiled.

“And just like that, there I go, losing myself, and becoming as smarmy and talkative as Denizyr. And here I swore I would NEVER become my enemy.” He sighed as he waved the sword a few times, “I think I may even bar them from lessons for the time being – lest they get as hasty and reckless as I once was.”

“When we have our own meryin,” Penina said, “I cannot wait to see you teach him…” She said playfully.

“I fear for that, actually,” Brishen jested, “If our child is ANYTHING like me, they will surely be as irresponsible and wild as I was.”

“Hahaha, oh Brishen.” Penina said as she drifted up and aloft.

~~~

Rinami and Savarna placed each other’s hands onto the chest, having closed it, and the Adra Noita placing a protective seal upon the old trunk. After the wards were set, the Adra swam casually up, but spotted another shiny object.

“Ooh,” The pearly mermaid swam down, and plucked it up – it’s another one of those human short blades, a dagger? “Prettyyy…” The blade is short, and the handle has a pair of bird wings at the hilt, and the handle is encrusted with small gems, “This is coming with me.” She said confirming.

“Hahaha, and what manner of tool is this?” Rinami said as she picked up a compass – the drawing type, one that is used to draw perfect circles. Savarna illuminated it with her hand.

“I do not know…” She said.

“It has sharp points…” The lavender mermaid said. She tried holding it like Savarna was holding her new dagger, but the tool still looks strange, “I do not think it is used for killing…”

“I say keep it anyway,” The Adra said, “Maybe we’ll find a use for it later.”

Rinami nodded as she tucked the tool into her pouch, and the two of them swam out of the old office.

~~~

As the whole pod wandered and searched the ship, Triton Kaiken stayed out, keeping his keen eyes on the broad, open ocean. Everyone seems so content these days. Everyone in the pod enjoy their lives, just as they always have.

It really is as if Adra Merrick has never existed. Have they not realized that a vital part of them has been lost for so long? Do they not realize what that means? No Adra Triton…

Umiato gracefully swam up from below the deck. She spots the lone Triton afloat above the ship. She drifts herself up, and came behind her mate, “Why are you alone, Kaiken? Join us, we have found much in the dead vessel.”

“I would rather not at this moment…” He answered, “I feel I must be alone…”

Umiato persisted. She swam around Kaiken, and moved his face to look at hers, “You, are very troubled, my love…” He stubbornly pushed his face away from her, and turned aside.

“I am content, Umiato.” He said, “I merely prefer to be by myself…”

“Kaiken.” Umiato swam around him again, “You are severely imbalanced inside… I understand why-”

“Stop…” He said, giving his love a glare.

“Do not take me lightly, Kaiken.” Umiato said sternly. Kaiken growled silently at her, “I can feel the pod at peace with themselves, yet you are the only one with a storm inside of you.” Kaiken growled lowly, “You insist that he does not exist anymore, yet since he has disappeared, the anger inside of your soul has not diminished.”

“I do not wish to speak of it.” He said dismissively, “Please leave me be.”

Umiato paused from those words “… You know that is the problem.”

“I no longer have a Son, Umiato.” He said, “He chose his own fate, he chose to leave us behind.”

“He did not, Kaiken.” Umiato swiftly moved herself around, and placed her hands firmly upon his shoulders, “He fell in love with a human male so long ago. That was not his fault.” His sapphire eyes stayed begrudgingly locked into her platinum eyes, “Even if he chose not to reveal his second crime, eventually, he would not be able to succeed the pod, as he would have not found a mermaid to be the Noita.”

“… I know this.” He said. Kaiken moved away from her again, and faced the open ocean once more, “… I realize that it would come to pass, even if he stayed with us…”

“Then why, Kaiken?” She asked, “Why do you still hold such contempt? Why do you still claim that he no longer exist?”

A tiny, white wisp came from Kaiken’s eye as he closed them, “We have lost more than a vital part of the pod, my love. He was more than our Son, Umiato.” He took a deep breath, “He was my legacy. He was a part of my soul…” The Noita swam up to behind him, “He constantly showed me so much promise as a Triton. Even as a meryin, our Son was perfect, from the sun he was born – he attained the best traits of both you and I. As I said once before, he is everything an Adra Triton should aspire to be. Everytime I looked at him, I knew he could be trusted to take over from me…

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