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Julie Cowers — nineteen years old — returned home after her freshman year in college. Her mom, Sara Cowers — in her late forties, worked at the county’s hospital in the emergency care unit as a nurse. Ever since her dad died in the car accident when Julie was eleven, she had to grown up fast and be mature to support her mom to run the house. She worked hard to get multiple scholarships for her college.

Sara felt guilty that Julie was not having a normal teen life, being interested in boys and dating, and going out to do things. She saw her buried in her books and focused on her academics. At the same time, she was proud of her little girl’s progress. She wanted her to have the best of everything in life.

The first year of college was tough. Julie felt she was ahead of her peers. She had no friends, avoided parties, and felt like a loner. Her confidence in herself waned. She could not wait to get home to her loving and dotting mother.

Sara and Julie were of the same height and had similar build. Standing together, they were five feet four inches each with similar curvy bodies. They could pass of as sisters, if it weren’t for Sara’s mature face. Her daughter was a younger image of her.

That summer the Cowers had a new neighbor. Ryan, in his early twenties, moved from Europe as a foreign student in pursuit of his Masters program. Sara left home early for her morning shifts at the hospital. Julie noticed him running often. He was athletically built, six feet four in height, and muscular. She was drawn to him.

July was probably the hottest month on record.

Sara took few days off to spend with Julie before she headed back to college. She wanted to play cupid for her daughter. She invited Ryan over for dinner. He accepted the invite immediately as he was eager to make American friends.

He rang the door bell at 7 pm. Sara saw her daughter glide across the room to open the door. She stood in front of him in her light pink shirt and blue skirt. He, in his black jeans and white T-shirt, bend down to kiss her on her cheeks and handed her the flowers. He walked in confidently handing the wine to Sara.

“It’s sweet to finally socialize with you. It’s been lonely for the past month.” He spoke with a distinct accent.

“It’s good to have you over Ryan.”

Sara saw her daughter glow as Julie interacted with their guest.

Soon, Julie lead him to show him the house and her room. Sara smiled at her daughter’s naiveite.

“He must be amused by her.” She thought.

Sara went about laying the table on the deck for the three of them.

When they finally joined Sara on the deck, Ryan exclaimed, “Wow, fantastic view. Didn’t know you Kadıköy Escort had a pool. Love to take a dive into it.”

Before Sara could respond, she heard Julie, “Lets do it. Go get your swimwear.”

He laughed, “I like to skinny dip.”

Julie looked puzzled; she did not understand what he meant.

“As a nurse, I have seen it all. We don’t mind if you do dive in.”

Julie and Sara saw him drop his clothes on the deck, pulling down his blue underwear. They both sighed together as he hurriedly walked down the deck’s steps and caught a glimpse of his European package as he dived into the deep end of the pool. It was few seconds before his head appeared out of the water.

“The water temperature is just right.”

Sara smiled. She did not notice Julie undressing.

“Oh! you look like a goddess, all natural.”

She saw her daughter walking towards the pool, stark naked. Her pubic hair was thick and dark, her breasts with large nipples bounced as she moved towards him. She did not stop her from joining him naked in the pool.

Leaving them together, Sara went inside. She heard water splashing, giggles, and some talk. About thirty minutes or so later, Sara felt the noises quieten down. She looked through the bay window to see him holding Julie and their lips locked in a wet kiss. Sara felt a tingle in between her legs.

She discreetly walked them as they explored each other with their hands. He saw her lift Julie and sit her down on the pool’s deck and his fingers began to explore the unshaved pubic hair. Julie parted her legs in anticipation. Sara saw her daughter guide his fingers into her spot. His thick fingers disappeared into her pussy. She heard her moan. His other hand reached for her mouth to muffle her loud scream.

Sara smiled, “Give it to her Ryan, Give it her.”

His fingers pressed on, Julie hands pressed onto the pool’s deck and lifted her ass above the ground to encourage his fingers to probe her deeper. His thumbs rested on her clit. Julie’s eyes were closed and she was moaning aloud.

Ryan pulled her gently into the water and he continued to finger fuck her tight cunt. She was in ecstasy. She could only fit in one of his thick fingers. Pushing the second one in was hard. Sara saw her body turn towards his and press her hairy cunt into his palms as she shook into a loud orgasm. Her pussy squirted, mixing with the chlorinated pool water.

Sara saw her hugging him and kissing him passionately. She looked like his girl-toy in his massive athletic frame. Sara walked out with the main dish.

“If you guys are done playing, come on up and have dinner.”

It was getting dark, the pool lights Ataşehir Escort automatically turned on. Julie walked out of the pool with a satisfied look. She did not bother to dry herself. She sat down at the table dripping with the pool water. She looked at Sara and mouthed a silent, “Wow! Thank You.”

Sara stared at Ryan’s frame. His erection was long and thick. It moved as he dried himself. Julie saw her mom staring shamelessly as he sat down next to her. Sara, enviously, watched her daughter’s hand reach for his cock and she was stroking it gently.

She winked at her mom and whispered something into his ear. His face expression turned serious. He turned to Sara, “Mrs Cowers, can we skip dinner or maybe put it away for few hours?”

“Yeah mom, lets.”

Sara was taken aback. Ryan took control of the evening. He rose to his feet, his cock in Julie’s hands and looking at Sara, he reached for Julie’s head and drew it close to his erection. Julie did not know what was expected of her. His circumcised cock brushed her lips.

Sara felt her cunt twitch and her panties wet. She stared as her daughter’s mouth open and draw his hard, thick cock move in with a ‘Slurp’.

Sara tried to move away to give them privacy. She heard her name being called out.

“Mrs. Cowers.”

She looked back to see Ryan gently face fucking her daughter. Julie was choking and gagging on his thick dick. Her panties were dripping wet. Sara stood as she marveled on his thick cock down her daughter’s throat.

Ryan was grunting. He was on the edge of exploding his sacs. Sara could tell he was going to cum any second now. Julie was unaware of his pending ejaculation. She had him deep down her throat. Sara had to save her. She moved quick. She gripped the base of his cock tightly and gently pulled it out of Julie’s mouth. Ryan was groaning. He looked down to see two women on their knees paying attention to his erection.

Julie looked at Sara. She saw her hand furiously move up and down his shaft. His cock’s head was red, hard, and sensitive. Sara turned away from Julie’s face and towards hers. Her tongue flicked across his cock’s head and Julie saw a thick blob of his cum splash her mother’s face. Ryan was loud as a beast as he continued to give Sara a facial.

Julie watched white cum drip down on her mother’s face. Sara smiled as Julie looked on. Ryan bend down and putting his strong arms under Sara’s body lifted her, cradling her, carried her inside and put her on the couch. Julie followed them and sat next to her mother. Ryan stood as the two Cowers girls looked on.

He handed Sara the kitchen towel. As she wiped her face, Ryan pulled down her lounge Maltepe Escort pants trying to position his cock in between her legs. Sara quickly closed her legs.

“We get to chose what you do with us.”

She sat up and cupped his balls in her hands. She stuck her tongue out and placing it under his cock’s exposed head drew him in into her mouth. Julie put her hands on her breasts and squeezed her nipples in excitement. Sara was sucking hard. Ryan was throbbing once again.

Ryan hands reached for Julie’s cunt again. His fingers found her clit through her pubic hair. He played her. His tapping and pressing were synchronized with her sighs and moans. Her hips raised again. Julie was Cumming again. Her cunt released a squirt and the stream hit the white rug on the floor.

“Now, may I fuck you? Mrs. Cowers.”

With his cock in her mouth, Sara shook her head sideways to give a negative reply. She took control back from Ryan. She released his thick hard wet cock from her mouth as she turned to Julie —

“Your virginity deserves this cock. Today, we just masturbate. Go get my toy from the night stand next to my bed.”

Julie hurriedly left the room as Sara’s mouth swallowed his thick shaft again. Ryan saw Julie return with a thick black sheep skinned vibrator. Sara’s head was bopping on his cock. As Julie handed the toy to her, Sara released his cock from her mouth and had lay down on the wet white rub on the floor. She stood up and stepped down of her lounge pants.

In his thick accent, “You Cowers girls don’t shave.”

Sara positioned herself on his face and pressed down her pussy on his lips and reached for his cock. She began to milk it hard as his tongue snaked into her cunt. Julie looked on. Ryan was grunting and gasping for breath at the same time. Sara was feeling the build up in her and could sense Ryan was edging too. She slipped down, moving her cunt away from his face. Her focus was on massaging his thick phallus.

The was a buzzing sound. Sara felt the vibrator penetrating her wet cunt. Julie assumed the position to press her cunt on Ryan’s face. The three over-sexed partners were grunting, moaning, and screaming as they climaxed one after the other.

Ryan once again shot out on Sara’s face. Julie had Ryan’s nose in between her vaginal lips as she squirted down on his face. Sara shook uncomfortably as the vibrator buzzed her into violent orgasm.

“Oh Fuck. What an evening.”

Sara laid next to him, “Its been so long. You have no idea.”

Julie asked him innocently, “Can you tell I am a virgin?”

He kissed her and hugged her, “Not for long, Not for long.”

Three of them laughed aloud at the same time as they heard the vibrator continued to move deep in Sara. Julie reached to give his balls a squeeze, as her mom moved closer to their new lover. He playfully hugged both the Cowers girls, “I was looking for an American girl friend. Didn’t expect to find a family of two.”

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Jake was a nice guy. He really was. Not in that “nice guys finish last” kinda way. Not like a Reddit troll. Just an awkward, autistic 27-year-old who was still hopelessly virginal. Even after reaching out over text and asking a female friend if she’d mind helping him with his “problem” as politely as he could…she’d refused.

Ok, maybe he was a Nice Guy (™). But he wasn’t about to admit it.

Going to university as an older student was hard enough when it came to making friends. Luckily, Jake was devoted to his field of study, and he found a circle of students who were equally passionate about marine biology. And yet…

…and yet, he couldn’t take his perverted eyes off all the cute younger girls in his classes. Especially cute brunettes. Especially especially petite girls, so small and lightweight he was sure he could effortlessly bounce them on his long, skinny cock. Did girls find dicks like his attractive? He had no idea. Porn didn’t give him much of a clue about real-life sex. He knew it must be messy, weird, uncomfortable. Just like everything else about human social interaction.

But it’d be worth it. Right?

It was a cloudy afternoon in April when Jake rushed through the halls of the science building, desperately trying to get to class on time. His sneakers slipped on the polished concrete floor and before he knew it, he was crashing towards the ground. He braced for impact-

“OhmygodJake!!”

-and found his skinny frame caught in small but surprisingly strong arms. The two students fell to the floor together, but the impact was considerably dampened, and Jake barely caught his breath before he looked up to discover his mysterious rescuer.

“A-Allison?” he gasped, recognizing one of his classmates.

The tiny brunette tucked a lock of hair behind one ear, blushing at the unexpected contact between the two of them. “I saw you falling, and-“

“Oh shit,” Jake moaned, pulling away from her to scramble to his feet. “I was already late for class-now I gotta go check for bruises-”

“Class?” The girl tipped her head as she joined him in standing, confused. “You dork, Professor Brown isn’t in today. There’s no lecture on the schedule. Are you saying you didn’t even read the syllabus…? We’ve known this since the beginning of the semester.”

“Come on,” whined the lanky boy. “I can’t believe I drove out here for nothing.” Being a commuter sucked sometimes.

“I was just leaving,” Allison continued, looking down at her feet. Jake wasn’t sure why. There was nothing particularly interesting down there. “I had a tutoring appointment, but now I’m free the rest of the afternoon. Do you…do you wanna come over?”

“Over?” His voice betrayed confusion.

“To my dorm room, dumbass,” she said, looking boldly into his eyes. He’d never noticed her intoxicatingly blue-green irises before. It just wasn’t the type of thing that caught his attention. She was cute and all, but not one of the main objects of his fantasies. Maybe after today, though…

“Why?” It was a fair question.

She sighed. “You said you had to check for bruises… Wouldn’t you rather come stretch out on my bed than strip down in a public bathroom?”

His breath seemed to stick in his throat and his tongue went dry. “What?”

Why couldn’t he get out polysyllabic responses to this girl’s incredibly brazen advances?? Well, brazen by his standards, considering he’d never been propositioned. No woman had ever shown interest in him, beyond a distant friendly affection. This was completely out of left field.

“Just, come on.” With an irritated huff, she grabbed his hand, not roughly but not indecisively, either, and began pulling him down the hall to the back door of the building. “My dorm is just across the path. Couldn’t be closer.”

Jake let himself be dragged along in a daze. He still wasn’t sure what was happening. He knew Allison had said something about…a bed? Surely she just wanted to sit and talk. Or something. Maybe put some bandages on him. Yeah, she must be worried that his fall had led to the creation of a nasty new scrape on his gangly knees. Or maybe she thought he’d hit his head and needed to lie down. He felt as if he might be concussed, after all. Why else would such strange things be happening to him?

Outside, Allison didn’t seem at all Ataşehir Escort embarrassed to be seen with her awkward classmate. She waved and shouted “Hi!” to a friend, another girl who winked knowingly. Jake couldn’t fathom what that wink could mean. Luckily, his new companion picked up on his oblivious nature right away.

“I have something of a reputation in my dorm,” she laughed. “In other dorms, too. Like that time everyone in the second floor east wing heard me yelling ‘Fuck me, daddy’ to a guy I’d only met that afternoon… Yeah, that was a wild night. His roommate walked in and everything. Although that’s not gonna happen today-I have a single.”

Jake’s brain spun round dizzily. He was naive, but not hopelessly so. He might just lose his virginity sooner than he thought. Although, considering he had thought he’d stay sexless forever…”Sooner” was a relative term.

A few minutes after leaving the science building, the girl had dragged him through the halls of her own residence, stopping at door 312 to fumble with her keys. Flinging the door open, she pushed him inside with a wide grin.

“What do you think of my humble abode?”

Jake didn’t know what to say. There was a bed, all right. “Stupid,” he thought. “Of course there’s a bed. This is where she sleeps. And fucks. And…uh…” A set of truly massive fantasy dildos in all different colors decorated the top of the nightstand, along with a huge bottle of lube. If he’d been trying to speak, he would have choked in surprise at that moment. Luckily, he was still too dumbstruck by the whole situation to attempt conversation.

Allison wasn’t about to settle for silence, though. “So Jake… About those bruises… Did you want me to check for you? After all, it’s hard to see certain areas of your own body without any help.” She gave him a sly wink and sat down on the bed, leaving plenty of room for her guest.

Nodding dumbly, the boy sat down on her plush comforter, a deep shade of purple which reminded him of royalty. This girl sure had expensive tastes. Those dildos must have cost a fortune. (Not that he knew anything about that, of course.) He would have liked to sit facing the window, but he thought that might be poor etiquette, so he sat cross-legged facing the head of the bed where she sat.

The girl looked him in the eyes, turning to place her slim hands on his shoulders and her slender feet in his lap. “Am I wrong, or are you new to seduction?” She giggled at her own choice of words. It was a habit of hers, he noticed.

Gulping, he nodded again.

“C’mon, speak up already,” she pouted, reaching up to tug gently at his ears. His cheeks flushed red immediately; she’d found a sensitive spot. He suppressed a lewd moan. Guys were supposed to be quiet during sex until they came, right? Unless they were calling the girl “bitch” or “slut” or something nasty. He wasn’t sure he could psych himself up to do any of that stuff. He wished he could close his eyes tightly, lay back and get it all over with.

“I need to know what you want. I pegged you as inexperienced the moment I met you, and I know this isn’t easy, but you gotta use your words. So how about it? I like making cute little virgins fall apart. Do you want my hands on you? My mouth? Maybe you wanna jump straight to the main event and I need to get a condom?”

Jake finally steeled himself to open his mouth and say something, anything. “I-I… Oh, God.” He buried his face in his hands, expecting her to keep talking, but she kept quiet. How would he get out of this? Not that he wanted to leave. No, he desperately wanted to stay. But he’d have to talk.

“I don’t know what I want,” he admitted. “Y-you can try…anything, I guess…unless I don’t like it…and then, uh…”

“If you don’t like something, you’ll tell me to stop?” Her eyes were soft and a little concerned. “Oh, boy. You really are a mess. I bet you’ll cum in two seconds once I start touching you. So fucking pent up.” She laughed again, very softly, almost compassionately. “See, I told you, this is my favorite thing. Blowing boys’ minds. And of course, their dicks.”

His mouth finally unfroze from its scrunched-up shape and curved into a slight smile. “You-you wanna do that-to me? How come?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I like you. I could tell you’d never been with Kadıköy Escort anyone. Does that sound predatory? I’m younger than you, and you can always tell me to stop. I have an innocence fetish, is that so wrong?”

He shook his head. “I don’t-I didn’t think I was ever gonna get laid, and now there’s…someone like you wanting to-uh-to fuck me.”

Allison laughed delightedly. “Jake, I’ve never even heard you say that word! You’re gonna have a dirty mouth when I’m done with you, m’kay?”

The boy’s cheeks flushed tomato red. For a college student who was almost thirty, he was awfully cute, she thought to herself.

“Let’s get started,” she said in a slightly lower voice, reaching up to grab his jaw gently with both hands and plant a firm kiss on his lips, which were thin but pleasantly smooth and supple. “Mmm… relax into it. That’s better. Do what I do.” For a few minutes she did nothing but teach him how to kiss, eventually pressing her tongue into his mouth. He pulled away.

“I’m not sure I like that… the texture… it’s…”

“Slimy,” she finished. “That’s okay, you might like it someday, but don’t feel obligated.” She pressed one last kiss to his mouth, lips closed but still relaxed and plush. “I was right, you are cute when you’re flustered.” His instant blush only proved her point.

“I think I’ll strip,” she said casually, glancing at her new lover out of the side of her eye. “Care to join me?”

“What?” He was distracted by her bra suddenly appearing from underneath her rapidly disappearing shirt, which slipped off her head to land on the floor below the bed. “Take my clothes off? Uhh… I guess… No one’s ever…”

“You don’t have to!” Allison interrupted. “If you’re self-conscious. But you know, you’ll need to at least pull your pants down. Plus whatever you’ve got on underneath. Remember, Jake, this is all about you. I get off on despoiling you, pleasuring you for the first time ever. I don’t need anything from you except your desperation. That’s what really turns me on.” As if to demonstrate, she pulled down her leggings and her underwear came with it; there was a noticeable damp spot in her panties. Jake whimpered a little. It wasn’t like he was familiar with pussy, but he knew it would feel damn good around his cock, which was finally starting to stiffen up with all this new and exciting stimulation.

“Hah, aren’t you adorable. You’d better whine like that when I’m deep throating you. Lord knows you don’t deserve my attention, hmm?” She was only teasing, but he felt a pang of insecurity, looking away from the enticing sight of a naked college undergrad. Allison noticed right away.

“Oh dear, I didn’t mean that. I really do think you’re cute. And yes, I’m probably only fucking you because of your inexperience, but that doesn’t mean I’m not attracted to you. Don’t look so down. How can I make it up to you?” She stroked her thumb over his cheek, across his lips, back to his ear lobe.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled, feeling like an idiot. She had just been joking. Why did he always have to take teasing so personally?

“Poor thing. I hate to admit it, but seeing you so embarrassed turns me on, too.” His classmate kissed his forehead sweetly. “As long as you’re okay with it, I want to see what’s in these jeans.”

How could he say no? He nodded mutely.

“Out loud,” she warned.

“Uh… yeah… Um, you can see my dick. If you want…” He trailed off, feeling totally inadequate. The girl kissed him again, this time on the bridge of his nose between his eyes, and went to work on his belt buckle, deftly undoing it and opening his fly.

“Lay back,” she said, somewhere between an order and a suggestion. That was what he needed, this firmness. It felt…right.

“Take control of me,” he murmured, hardly realizing he was speaking aloud.

Allison gasped theatrically. “Jake! I would never have expected to hear such naughty words from you. Are you saying you’re into femdom?” Her smile turned cruel for an instant and her anticipation of his response was palpable.

“I guess…” he mumbled. “I watch it sometimes… when regular stuff isn’t, um, good enough…” He’d always felt guilty about this minor obsession. Why wasn’t vanilla porn exciting enough for him to get off sometimes? He was such a freak.

“Oh, Ümraniye Escort this is exciting news,” she purred, her small hands pawing at his still-clothed chest. She scratched very gently down the length of his abdomen until she reached his unbuttoned jeans. “Lift your hips for me, baby.”

He obliged, unsure why she needed this from him until she pulled firmly at his pants, his Spider-Man boxers sliding down as well. She stopped at his knees, leaving his legs restricted in their movement and his long, slender cock fully exposed. The horny student licked her lips, staring directly into Jake’s eyes. He darted his gaze away, made uncomfortable by the eye contact.

“Shy? Or maybe you just don’t like that,” she mused, seeming to understand right away. “I didn’t either, when I was younger. It makes sex better for me, but some people like to close their eyes. You can if you want.”

He didn’t want to miss anything, so he shook his head slightly and instead stared at Allison’s naked tits. They were small, pert, with hard pink nipples. They kind of reminded him of the anime girls he often saw when browsing reddit for memes-those underage characters that he never allowed himself to jack off to. But Allison was at least eighteen, so this was fine, right?

What a weird train of thought to ride when a real-life hot girl might be about to ride him, he realized. She was straddling his hips, his cock hard and long against his belly, grazing the soft fabric of his t-shirt. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair was brushing his balls. “Fuck,” he let out with his breath, biting his lip.

“That’s it, naughty boy. You’ve had this coming to you for a long time.”

And with that, her mouth descended on his cock. “Ngghh!” His hips jerked involuntarily upward and her lips sucked around his spongy head. She was licking at the slit, tasting his precum-he’d always been embarrassed about how much he leaked when he was jerking off alone in his room-making appreciative little sounds to show how much she liked the taste. And then her hands were on his hip bones, then she was propping herself up on her elbows, one hand curled around his balls, one grasping the base of his shaft where her mouth couldn’t reach-she was stuffing as much of his cock into her mouth as she could fit-her tight throat was closing around his head as she gagged-it was all too much, and he felt his orgasm surging up from deep inside. Unable to form words, the pathetic boy simply gasped and moaned incoherently as his classmate sucked his soul right out of him, falling back onto the bed that wasn’t his as he filled her hot mouth with his thick, bitter cum. She hummed sensually around him, milking every last drop from his tender balls, still cupped gently in one soft hand. Just before he reached the point of unpleasant overstimulation, she let go, allowing him to melt jelly-boned and exhausted into her bed.

“How was that?” She grinned knowingly.

“Gahh,” Jake said, eyes tightly closed. He’d enjoyed watching this amazing girl suck his cock, but by the end the visual and physical stimulation were too much combined, and he had to shut out the world for a minute to recover.

“I figured.” She got up, the bedsprings creaking, and came back momentarily with a box of tissues. “Not that there’s much to clean up.” Gently, she dabbed at the spit and flecks of cum which had escaped her deft lips, then tugged at the boy’s jeans, dressing him again as if nothing had transpired between them and he was simply a little kid who needed help getting ready for the day. “You can stay here for a bit, if you like. Pull yourself back together while I masturbate. But now you’re one of my conquests. Remember that when you see me in class on Friday.” And with that she laid back, lazily grabbing one of the huge dildos on the nightstand and squeezing a hefty amount of lube onto her fingertips.

Jake could only lay there and listen to her obscene whimpers and shouts as she worked herself to climax. Once Allison had finished, she put on a bathrobe hanging by the bed and opened the door. “Go on, then. You can’t sleep here. Against dorm rules.”

“But-can’t we do more-“

“Oh, aren’t you cute! Didn’t you listen to me earlier? I only fuck virgins, and then only when I’m in the mood for it. Why do you think I have such an extensive collection? I can manage just fine on my own, thanks. Now shoo.”

With a firm slap on his right butt cheek, she waved him out the door, grinning lasciviously. As soon as Jake had left, she flopped back on the bed, this time intent on gaping her asshole with the biggest dragon dick in her collection.

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*Disclaimer: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

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Chapter 1

The portly man put a smile on his face as the Farmers came out of the small building. He did not like the Farmers; John Farmer made less money than his wife, and it was quite obvious to all that his wife wore the pants in their family. The Bible clearly stated that the man should be the Head of the household. How any man could allow his wife to work outside of the home anyway was a mystery to him.

But he did like their money; Leah believed in tithing at least one-tenth of her monthly income. She was also quite generous with their income when Christmas time approached.

Now, their child, Mary Farmer, she was a real cutie pie. Even with the clothing that went from throat to ankles, he could tell she had a sweet, ripe little body underneath all the clothing. Even before his wife left him, he’d noticed how little Mary was growing into a fine young lady. And her meek and humble demeanor matched her beauty in his eyes.

“Oh, I bet she’d cry and beg me to stop,” he thought and shifted his trousers slightly, to disguise his growing erection.

“Morning, Reverend,” John said.

“Good morning Brother John,” Reverend Smith smiled.

“Got a question for you,” John said, no smile on his face.

“Mm?” Zechariah waited.

“What do you know about Alcoholics Anonymous?” John asked.

“Why, what do you mean?” Zechariah asked.

“Well, I’m just wondering, you were pretty quick to condemn them, so I’m just wondering if you’ve ever been to their meetings,” John asked.

“Brother John, I do not need to stick my hands into the fires of Hell to know I do not want to go there,” Reverend Smith intoned.

“So, without ever having been to any of their meetings, you just pass judgment on them?” John asked.

“Again, Brother…” Zechariah Smith sanctimoniously sneered.

“Have a nice day,” John snapped and walked away.

Leah squeezed his hand as he drove the car toward their home.

Once home, she asked Mary to fix their lunch; she had to talk with Daddy. Leah pulled John into their bedroom.

“I have been thinking,” she said quietly. “I have been thinking that it may be time for us to look at attending another church.”

“You’re joking,” John said, stunned.

“John, I know,” she said.

“What?” he asked still stunned.

“I know. I know where you’ve been going on your lunch breaks,” Leah said.

“Oh,” he said and looked away.

“And I know I’ve never been prouder of you, never been more in love with you, and to hear that bubble butt just stand there…” Leah said.

“That WHAT?” John laughed.

Leah smiled a self-conscious little smile.

“That FAT ASS just stand there and condemn a place that gave me back the man that I love, well, John, what else has he been wrong about?” Leah asked.

“How long have you known?” John asked her.

“A couple of weeks,” Leah admitted. “And John, I’m so proud of you I could just bust; I know they’re not sinful, they’re not a cult. And to hear that man not even bother to answer your question, well I just don’t know.”

“We’ll pray about it,” John decided.

“Good idea,” Leah laughed.

—-

Amber was pissed. Amber was beyond pissed. She didn’t know what kind of power game Babette was playing, not answering her phone, and when she did, acting like she was just too busy to talk, but Amber didn’t like it one bit.

“Fucking dyke,” she snarled under her breath when the cheerful little message came up again.

“Oh damn! Must have lost my cell phone again! I hate that when that happens! Oh well, leave a message and when I find my phone again I’ll give you a call, okay? Bye!” Babette’s cheerful voice said.

Tank didn’t answer his phone either. Grace’s mom wouldn’t let anyone come over and wouldn’t let Grace go anywhere.

Amber called Tyrell Landry; he was always good for a fuck and, if he had the dope, would share it. She smiled, wondering how Babette would like that; her lover fucking a black guy.

Babette was busy doing her aerobics exercise and did not hear the cell phone ringing.

—-

Oscar had damned near given his cock brush burns reliving and re-reliving that good night kiss.

Her arms had gone around him, around his shoulders; he could feel her forearms against his neck. Her breasts were nice and firm, but had just a little bit of give to them when they pressed against his chest. Her lips had been so nice and soft; her tongue had felt like nothing he’d ever imagined. Her skin smelled nice and clean, her perfume smelled a little of musk.

He sighed and wandered back down the hall to the bathroom again, his trousers tenting out in front of him.

—-

Meals in the Kowalski home were normally quiet, tense affairs. You just never knew what kind of mood James Kowalski would be in. If he’d had two or three beers, he’d be in a fairly good mood. If he’d been into the bourbon, he’d be in a mean temperament. He was most foul, quickest to lash out with Maltepe Escort fists or words if he’d had no alcohol at all.

“This is pretty good,'” he said and Thomas and Jim let their breath out.

Theresa also let her breath out and beamed with pride.

He’d had a couple of beers; he was in a good mood.

“So, Tommy, tell me about this midget you’ve been screwing,” James said.

“Dad!” Thomas exclaimed.

“What?” James asked. “I’m not supposed to know about her?”

“We’re not ‘screwing,'” Thomas grumbled.

“Oh?” James sneered. “Why not? Bitch don’t put out?”

“Dad, she’s a really nice girl,” Thomas sighed. “Real religious, you know?”

Sometimes he hated his father. The knowledge made him sick, though. It’s wrong to hate your own father.

—-

Britney bubbled as she went on and on about Oscar and their date.

Under the table, Allison nudged Charlie. He put his hand on her leg and smiled sadly.

Radcliffe’s, huh?” Tiffany asked.

“Yeah,” Britney smiled.

“How was the food?” Charlie asked.

“It was all right,” Britney shrugged. “Really, Mom’s cooking’s a lot better.”

“Why thank you, Honey!” Allison laughed. “Just for that, you get a chocolate sundae for dessert!”

“What about me?” Tiffany asked.

“You haven’t said anything nice yet,” Allison teased.

Under the table, Charlie’s hand was getting closer and closer. She looked at his bland face; no one would ever be able to beat Charlie Wertmuller at poker. She smiled when a quick little jerk of his eyebrows was the only indication that he’d discovered her lack of panties.

He turned and smiled at her as he drove two fingers into her wetness. His thumb rested against her clitoris and she stifled a groan.

:I like your cooking very much,” Tiffany said. “And no one makes ice tea as good as you do.”

“Hmm,” Allison said. “A little too artificial, you know? I can tell you were reaching on that one.”

“Please?” Tiffany begged. “Please can I have a chocolate sundae too?”

“Terrible, just terrible,” Allison laughed as Tiffany really mugged up a begging face.

“How about me?” Charlie asked and pulled his fingers from her pussy.

She looked at him, torn between gratitude that he’d stopped before she could no longer hide her reaction and disappointed that he’d stopped.

“Yeah, he ain’t said anything nice either!” Tiffany said.

“Sure I did,” Charlie smiled. “Why just this morning I told her her ass isn’t THAT big yet.”

“Girls, I know you will miss your father very much when I kill him,” Allison said as she picked up their dinner plates.

“‘Bye Daddy,” Britney and Tiffany said. “We’ll miss you.”

“If I help dig his grave, can I have his sundae?” Tiffany asked.

“Good God, yes Tiffany, you can have a sundae!” Allison laughed.

—-

She drove the Toyota west on I-10. Her headache was nearly mind numbing and she’d left the bottle of medication back at the apartment.

She was on the outskirts of Houston and traffic was really starting to get thick. She should have taken his truck. A van cut right in front of her, narrowly missing her bumper by millimeters, but she dared not slow down; a Peterbilt was directly behind her.

Lilly was always the one that drove through Houston, Lilly was just as aggressive and daring as these drivers. Lilly didn’t give an inch and had no trouble swerving in a doubt of the small spaces. Theresa always just shut her eyes until they were on the other side of the huge metropolis.

That was how she was when Lilly would drag her onto the roller coasters; she would shut her eyes until the ride was finished. Lilly would shriek and squeal and demand to go on it again, but Theresa would just close her eyes until the safety bar was released and she could get out and stand again.

She fished Lilly’s sunglasses out of the console and put them on. That seemed to diminish the headache slightly. Damn, but that semi was right on her bumper.

Chapter 2

John was a little surprised; the garage was not open yet. Usually, George would have the garage bays wide open and would either be in the office drinking that swill he called coffee or already hard at work under the hood of a client’s car.

The side door was open, though and John let himself in and turned on the lights to the office and garage.

“Mother of God, help me,” John said as he saw his big brother’s body, half in his chair and half on the floor.

The police were quick to respond; DeGarde had relatively little in the way of crime, being a small town. Once they’d photographed the entire office and dusted for fingerprints, they asked John to do a quick visual survey of the office and the garage to see if he could notice anything missing.

He opened the office safe; the combination was Mary’s birthday, and shook his head no. There were several thousand dollars in the safe, untouched.

“Any wise, girlfriends, jealous husbands or boyfriends?” Detective Bordelon asked.

“No, no, well, he was dating this little Anadolu Yakası Escort college girl, but I doubt she had a husband or boyfriend,” John said.

—-

Babette burst into tears as she listened to amber’s nasty message.

“Yeah, he pounded my pussy real good, got it all full of cum, want to come over and eat some cum out of my pussy, fucking pussy eating dyke?” Amber said.

“Was going to let him fuck me up the ass, but I think I’d rather shit on your ugly face,” Amber went on.

Babette hit the number seven on her keypad, erased the rest of the hateful, hurtful message.

“Mom, I don’t feel good,” she sobbed and Mrs. Boudreaux shrugged her shoulders and called the school office.

—-

“About time y’all come out here,” the old lady that lived next to Lilly’s apartment complained. “I called yesterday about what sounded like a gunshot and y’all hung up on me!”

“You called the police yesterday?” Detective Bordelon asked.

“That’s right, about ten o’clock in the morning,” the woman snarled. “And y’all hung up on me!”

“Ma’am, you remember what number you called?” Detective Bordelon asked, reaching for his cell phone.

She recited Rapid Cab’s phone number and Detective Bordelon almost smiled.

“That’s right, neighbor said she heard what sounded like a gunshot,” he told his commanding officer.

“Ma’am, you wouldn’t happen to know where a key to this apartment might be found, do you,” He asked the old woman.

“Try under the flower pot,” she suggested.

He did and there was a spare key.

“Send the M.E. out here,” he told his commanding officer. “Got us another one in side. And get Crappit’s phone records; next door neighbor called them to report the gunshot; I want to know what time that call came in.”

—-

Oscar Coutre was a new man.

Normally Oscar the Geek was the butt of ridicule, of scorn. He was the one that got tripped when he walked down aisles, the one that found ‘kick me’ taped to his back, the one that found a thumbtack on his chair. He usually found those hard way, with his rump. He was the one that found him being shoved into a locker by the jocks, or teased by the cheerleaders and other popular girls.

But he was a new man.

Jeremy Leblanc stuck his foot out in the aisle as Oscar came stumbling along.

“Ow, mother fucker!” Jeremy howled as Oscar very heavily stomped down on the toes of Jeremy’s tennis shoe.

“Oh, gee, I’m sorry,” Oscar said, in a tone of voice that let Jeremy know he was not sorry at all.

He brushed the thumbtack off of his seat and sat down.

Britny and Tiffany Wwertmuller burst into the room and nearly every head swiveled as Britney smiled widely and traipsed down the aisle to take the seat next to Oscar.

Yes, Oscar was a new man.

“Latent homosexuality is quite common in the early stages of adolescence, male and female, as the increase of hormonal levels also dictate sexual identity…” the book very dryly informed Mary.

Again, she furtively looked around the library before continuing to read about sexual development, sexual responses, and sexual identities.

“Well, that certainly makes sense,” she thought to herself.

Never having developed friendships, never having any social interactions until now, it was quite normal to have these sexual feelings for Britney Wertmuller. She had also noticed, nowhere in the few pages that she’d read, did it say she would be condemned for all Eternity for having these feelings; they were normal. Another thought came to mind; she looked around again to make sure that no one was looking at her, and thumbed through the index.

“Anal sex, page 47,” she said and flipped to that page.

Again, a very dry, scientific description was given, giving no real useful information, other than lubricant should be used as the rectum did not provide any lubricant of its own.

:Finding everything okay?” Miss Barbara asked and Mary nearly jumped.

“Um, yes, yes ma’am,” Mary stammered.

Miss Barbara smiled; at one time or another, nearly every one of their students had flipped through the pages of that book. She liked to joke that it was the most read book in their library, even though it had never been checked out.

Mary quickly replaced the book on the shelf and returned to the table to sit next to Thomas.

She looked at his crotch and wondered how much lubricant would be necessary to accommodate a penis of his girth.

—-

“John, I am so sorry,” Leah repeated.

“Oh, my God,” John said. “Mary! How am I going to tell Mary about this?”

“Oh God, you’re right!” Leah said. “She’s going to be devastated!”

“Who’s Mary?” Detective Bordelon asked.

“My daughter,” John answered. “George, she was George’s favorite, he loved her more than anything else in the world.”

“That the little girl’s pictures hanging all over the place?” Detective Bordelon ask.

“Yeah,” John agreed. “We named her Mary Angel Farmer; George wanted us to name her Angel.”

Fresh tears Ümraniye Escort began to fall.

“God, Leah, what am I going to do?” he asked.

—-

Theresa pumped the gas, ignoring the rude comments of the van’s occupants.

Her headache was worse, if that was possible. Normally, she would have enjoyed the attention of the five or six guys, would have bend way over, letting her shorts crawl up her backside, exposing a good portion of her ass to them. She might even have ‘pretended’ to adjust them, flashing a good part of her pussy to their hungry eyes. Then she and Lilly would have had a good laugh at that and Theresa would have masturbated while Lilly drove.

“Hey baby, give you ten inches best meat you ever had,” one of the guys said and grabbed himself.

“Oh yeah?” Theresa asked.

He was asking for it, and she was going to give it to him. Stupid motherfuckers; she hadn’t invited their unwanted attention, hadn’t encouraged them in any way. But did that matter to them? No; they were stupid pigs.

“Ladies restroom,” she said and locked her car door after grabbing her purse.

His buddies laughed and hooted and cheered as he followed the hot little red head toward the bathroom.

Some of his bravado melted away as they entered the cramped foul smelling room.

“Well?” Theresa asked. “Come on, show me the ten inches you got.”

“Come on,” she snapped and yanked him by his belt to the stall farthest from the door.

She roughly shoved him backward and he sat down with an ‘oomph’ on the dirty toilet.

Her bullet got him right between the eyes.

The sound echoed and reverberated off the tile walls and Theresa’s headache was intensified. She vomited from the pain of the headache, spraying her bile all over the dead man’s lap and chest. If she had not wanted to endure the deafening roar of the gunshot again, she would have shot him again, out of anger, for making her throw up.

A thought came to her and she checked her wallet. Funds were running low. She gingerly patted him and located his wallet. Jackpot. He had four hundred and seven dollars on him.

His buddies laughed and jeered when she came out of the bathroom and she smirked at them before driving away.

—-

Mary felt like crying when she was paged to the principal’s office. She’d only looked at the book; she hadn’t stolen it, or torn out any of the pages.

Her mother and father were sitting in Principal Desmond’s office, eyes red from crying.

“What happened?” Mary barely dared to ask.

Chapter 3

George’s funeral was a somber affair. Even the presence of Thomas next to her was of no consolation to Mary. She tried to compose herself, tried to stop crying, but just when she thought she’d get a handle on herself, the overwhelming sadness would hit her again and she would start bawling again.

John gave a heartfelt eulogy that would have embarrassed George. But the people there had to agree; John’s description of his big brother was an accurate one. George was a businessman, but never ever let business gets in the way of helping another person. He owned several homes in DeGarde ,Baylor Lake, and Bender, which he rented out. He rented them at a fair price, kept things in good working condition and often let his tenants slide for a month or two before he would start the eviction process.

“One family, they had eight kids, and the father got laid off,” John remembered. “Instead of evicting them, he loaded up the back seat of the car with groceries and sent me down to Baylor Lake, to give them food. He didn’t want them to know it was him sending the food, didn’t want them to feel obligated. That’s what kind of man my big brother was.”

—-

Despite her headache, she was hungry, so she pulled off the interstate and looked for a fast food restaurant. The small town in West Texas had a small diner/gas station.

“Why sure honey, you got a headache?” the waitress asked when Theresa asked about getting a bottle of aspirin.

“Yes, you dumb cunt, I have a headache; Why else would I need a bottle of fucking aspirin?” she muttered as the waitress waddled away.

The Houston police officers scanned the surveillance tape from the gas station.

“There, that’s her,” Officer Rodriguez said as the tape showed their victim following a short woman in very short shorts and tight tee shirt. “Damn, I’d follow her too.”

A few minutes later, the tape showed her from the rear as she returned into the frame. She got into a twelve year old Toyota and drove away. The front license plate was a ‘Saints’ football team license plate.

“Should be easy enough to spot,” he muttered. A Saints fan in Texas?”

Theresa left a fairly generous tip; even if the waitress was a dumb bitch, Theresa knew how hard being a waitress could be.

The food and the aspirin helped only a little, but a little was better than nothing. She ate three more aspirin, then started her car. She jammed the car into forward and lurched as the car ran into the concrete parking block.

“Dumb ass,” she cursed herself, then threw the car into reverse and pulled away from the diner.

The Saints license plate lay on the ground where the parking block had torn it off of the front bumper.

—-

“I’m real sorry about your uncle,” Britney said into the phone.

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“This whole month has been utter shit!” I say aloud in the small room I shared with another girl.

“What are you talking about Ashley? It’s our first month of being in college! We’re away from our parents; we can do whatever we want, whenever we want!” My roommate responded. She always had an optimistic attitude towards things. I don’t know how she ever could, seeing as she stayed in the room all day and night and only ventured out to seek food down in the, aptly named, mess hall.

“I know but, come on Rachel! Did you really think our first weeks in college would be this mundane? I thought I’d be going to parties and drinking beers and you know, just hanging out!” I didn’t want to tell Rachel the main reason why I was frustrated. I don’t think she would understand.

We had to be the oddest pairing I had ever known. We both liked the same music, the same tv shows and we both read the same books but when it came to socializing she was more of a wallflower than I was. She shunned all the revelry, all the parties, all the joy that involved alcohol. However, I wanted to completely submerge myself in those activities. This is college and I wanted it to be like the movies but she never wanted to go so I never went. I guess that aspect of college is being accomplished: sticking with your roommate.

“Not really. I’m okay with what we do every weekend. I’m content.” And she smiled that small smile that I just knew she had to be lying to herself. I knew that the conversation was over, my complaint would go unheard and I would be stuck in the same weekend cycle I had entered since a month ago.

“Do you want to order wings tonight? Maybe hot ones again?”

“Sure, Rachel, same place?”

“Definitely!”

It took a few more weeks for me to realize that Rachel could be left to her own devices. It would be hard but I needed to make new friends and create those “College” experiences on my own. I was not about to spend my freshman year sitting in my dorm room, eating wings with my roommate every weekend and watching streaming shows and movies.

When the Kappa Phi Gamma sorority started their Recruitment Week, I knew this was my chance to spend my college years the right way; this was my chance to have the “College” experiences I had seen every character in the movies go through. Plus, they all really seemed like a nice group of girls.

It wasn’t until later on that I found out about the Kappa Phi Gamma sorority’s reputation. Every boy on campus called them by a different name because of the rumors that surrounded the Kappa Phi Gamma name. I always knew sorority girls were a little sluttier than the average girl but it seemed as though these girls took it to a completely different level. They had a reputation of loving anal sex. From the stories, I heard, it wasn’t just about LOVING anal sex, it was begging for it, craving it, wanting it everywhere. The rumors were spread all over campus until eventually the Kappa Phi Gamma girls earned a new name: Alpha Sigma Sigma. I thought it was a little clever when I heard it but still pretty immature. I never thought the girls looked like the type to love anal and I know I never tried it but I did want the “College” experience so I carried on through Recruitment week.

When Recruitment week started, that was when college really started for me. Every night was a different activity; Monday was a meet a greet night, Tuesday was a poker tournament, Wednesday was a night where we met our brother sorority and we got paired with a brother that took us on a date, Thursday we partied with our brother fraternity and Friday we partied with the brother fraternity at our sorority house. Every night was fun and every night I drank! For a moment, I wondered how many brain cells I still had in my head, then my favourite song came on and I forgot all about those kinds of thoughts.

Sorority life was fun until the last night. The sisters of Kappa Phi Gamma lined all the new recruits into a straight line and the oldest, Krissy, told us we had to select a room in the house and wait for Anadolu Yakası Escort our surprise. I wondered what the surprise was, but in that moment in time I was too high on the sisterly love to care, I so wanted to be a part of Kappa Phi Gamma.

I chose the room farthest to the left, unlocked the door and walked in. The first thing I noticed about the room was the copious amounts of pink everything; the bed sheets, pillows, curtains, even the chairs were pink. I wondered if I had somehow passed out and this was simply a hallucination sponsored by the color Pink. I walked over to the pink-frilled mirror and examined myself. I never thought myself to be entirely sexy but those happy-go-lucky girls made me look at myself with a much closer eye. No longer did I just see an average girl, I saw a sexually charged woman. And she was ready to pounce.

Voices snapped me out of my train of thought! I recognized the tone as male voices. I pressed my ear up against the door and heard the oldster frat brother give their new recruits the same instructions Krissy gave us. I pushed myself away from the door and I waited, waited to see who would choose my room. I could hear the wild stampede outside my door, the boys were more eager to enter the rooms than the girls were, but I stood, frozen, nervous and worried.

The door knob turned slowly, and I heard the click. Slowly, the door was pushed open and in the door way stood Julius. I was relieved that he was the one who chose my room. I really like Julius. We met before at the mixer and I really like being with him but every other girl wanted to talk to him and dance with him so we never saw each other again. I guess it was fate that made us choose the same room, farthest to the left.

Krissy’s voice suddenly came out of nowhere. There were no visible signs of a PA system but yet, he voice could be heard clearly from inside the room Ashley and Julius were now standing in.

“Ladies and gentlemen, of course, tonight you become a part of the Kappa Phi Gamma and its brother sorority, Kappa Phi Alpha. At least you have a chance too. In your rooms, there should be a brother and a sister. Girls and boys, to become one of us you must share in our secret. A secret that we have all be part of for as long as we’ve been sisters. To join us, you must have sex tonight. Consummate your union into our brotherhood and never share this secret with anyone! However, if you choose not to; the door is open and you are able to leave but you can tell no one of what you heard tonight and you are forbidden from joining. Now then, enjoy yourselves, I know I will.” She gave a little chuckle as her voice trailed away from the room.

I was shocked but I was not surprised. Their reputation still stood ground; I was waiting for the day when we would have to do something like this. I was still nervous though, I had only once before, had sex. It was uncomfortable and I did not enjoy myself. I glanced over to Marcus and he looked nervous too. From the looks of him, he was a virgin. That thought was a complete surprise to me. He was an extremely sexy guy.

I heard doors open and close, one by one and footsteps on the staircase. I knew some girls would leave, and for a moment I considered it. I considered what I would be leaving behind, what possibilities I would be trading, the sisterhood, the “College” experiences, the bond that lasts after graduation and the connections in the most prestigious companies. I considered how easy it would be to open that door and just walk out, walk down those stairs and never look back at this sorority house again. I considered all those things but my legs never moved towards the door. I wanted to stay and be a Kappa Phi Gamma sister.

I slowly walked over to Julius and I got down on my knees in front of him. Our eyes locked as we both knew what was going to happen. His eyes were brown and they looked nervous.

I said, “Do you want to leave?”

He shook his head. It was little bit cute that he was too nervous to speak and it made me smile.

“Do you want to do this with me?”

He paused for a moment, our eyes never leaving each other’s gaze. Then, he nodded.

“Are you a virgin? We can take it slow if you want.”

He finally spoke to me and he said, ” Yea, I’m a virgin but I’ve been thinking about you ever since the mixer. You’ve been on my mind a lot and I want to do this with you. That’s why I bribed my Big to ask your Big what room you went into.”

I was stunned. The thought that he would go so far as to want to only be with me, have his first time with me. I wanted to make it special. So, I got up from the my kneeling position and I took off my shirt.

“I will take off one piece and you will do the same until we’re naked. Okay?”

He agreed and he took off his shirt. I then took my pants off, and he did the same. This went on for a few seconds until we were both completely naked. We were both standing in front of each other completely naked, with all our faults for the world to see. I was nervous because I didn’t know what he would think about me now that I’m naked. I was still that nervous girl inside.

“You’re so sexy!”

“What?” I was stunned by his remark.

“Your body is amazing! Your boobs are so big….and I really love a white girl with a sweet ass!” That nervous virgin wasn’t there anymore, in front of me stood a very horny man.

He stood in front of me; 6 foot and 3 inches. His black cock stiff from just seeing me naked and it was huge. I wondered if I could even fit it inside me. He was of medium build but so was I and that made him less intimidating than I thought he would be naked. Just standing there with his muscled arms and strong, broad shoulders and his big, black cock hanging out inches away from where he stood; he looked handsome, rugged, sexy, strong! All the things I wanted in a man.

I had never thought in my life that my breasts were particularly huge nor was my ass sweet. He walked over to me and kissed me, wrapping his arms around me as he pulled my body closer to his. His soft lips against mine, I could feel his cock rubbing against my belly and the pre-cum sticking to me. My heart was racing and my body was getting hot from being aroused by him. I pushed him onto the bed, got on my knees again and told him he would feel good from this.

His dick was as tall as my entire head, it was thick and long. I licked the massive shaft with my tongue, up and down I went, making his dick wet and making him moan. I licked from his big balls up to the top and I instantly went down on his dick. I heard a loud moan and I knew he really liked that. I bobbed up and down on his dick, the saliva from when I was licking his big, meaty cock, helped me get his monster into my mouth. With every stroke of his cock against my tongue, I heard him moan. Every time I went down and his tip got in my throat, he moaned. I started bobbing faster and faster.

“Ashley, stop, stop, I’m about to..” I didn’t allow him to finish his words. A blast of hot liquid shot straight down my throat and his dick became soft. I looked at him and he was breathing heavily. All that cum went down my throat and it tasted really good but I wanted more. He looked exhausted, the pink bed sheet that he laid on was wrinkled and sweat dripped from his forehead.

“What do you want to do now?” I asked him.

“Can I eat you out now?”

“If you really want to” I smiled at him.

He traded places with me on the bed and he started licking around my pussy. His tongue finding the right spots to slowly go over. He looked the outside, and the inside of my vaginal lips until he came to the little hill that gave me so much satisfaction and he kissed it. A tingle shot through my body! He kissed it again and I felt another tingle. I let out a moan without realizing it.

He lifted his head and said “Let me know if it hurts, okay?”

I nodded. He was such a caring lover.

He proceeded to flick my clit with his tongue. My body was flushed with pleasure! I moaned more! He flicking; up and down his tongue went on my pink flesh. He looked up and me and I looked at him and I smiled, I felt like he did too.

He slid, two fingers into my wet pussy and I could feel them working their way up. I cringed a little and he stopped, looked at me and asked if I was alright. I told him I was so he continued on like before. The slight pain subsided and when I started moaning again, he pulled his fingers out and pushed them back him. I had never felt this sensation before, it was amazing. Ecstasy was flooding my head, this man was making me feel things that my last lover couldn’t.

I felt something building up inside me and I wrapped my legs around his head to push his tongue down further on my clit. My moans were becoming louder, and louder with each passing moment the room became more filled with the sound of my own voice and less with silence. The sensation was rising, and rising, and rising and then with one last moan….it was gone; replaced by the orgasmic pleasure that flowed all over my body. I had to push him off my pussy because his tongue was beginning to hurt me. I laid there on the bed, my legs weak and my body exhausted. Just like he was a few moments ago, I no longer wanted to move. I wanted to stay in this moment forever, feel the pleasure of my first orgasm forever.

He got up from the floor and showed me his fingers, they were covered in this thick, white liquid. In front of my eyes, I saw him put his fingers in his mouth and suck and swallow my cum.

“Now, we’ve both tasted cum” and he smiled.

I laughed at his joke. I was more laughing at the fact that he could make a joke at this time, me covered in sweat on a pink bed, in a terribly pink room and him, sitting on the floor smiling. My heart raced again, but this time not because I was horny but because I felt like I really liked him.

I moved on the bed to a position where my head, lay on the pillows. I spread my legs and I looked at him and said. “If you want to we can have sex….you do have a condom right?”

He grabbed his pants and pulled out a box of Trojan Magnum condoms.

“Do you have lube too?”

He shook his head. I knew without lube it would be painful but I wanted to feel him inside me so I didn’t ask any further. He ripped the gold packaging and slid one of the condoms on his big, thick penis. He got onto the bed and got on top of me, he leaned down to kiss me and I could feel a surge of passion from his lips. His asked if I was ready and I nodded. Slowly, he slid his protected penis inside me, I cringed all the way until he was all the way in. After that, the pain went away and I told him he could move.

His penis went in and out of my penis so fast, it felt like a bullet train going through a tunnel.

“Can you go slower, please?”

“I’m sorry” he said. He went slower from then, his eyes still locked with mine. His massive penis felt good penetrating my small vagina. His pace felt good and I could tell her was enjoying it too. He bent down to kiss me and he whispered in my ear “Thank you. Since I met you I wanted my first time to be with you”.

Then, I realized this was no longer about sex or getting into the sorority and fraternity. He was making love to me. Each stride of his penis into my vagina was pleasure. His beautiful eyes locked in a gaze with mine and smile looked at me from his handsome face. His pace quickened a little and the pleasure increased.

“Tell me when you’re about to come” I told him.

“Okay, hold on” He increased his paced more until my breasts were going up and down and the bed started to creak. His penis was entering and exiting me so quickly and rubbing against my clit in such a pleasurable way that I couldn’t help myself from moaning his name.

“Hold on Ashley, I’m about to come…I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming” His cum shot into my pussy and I smiled as he dropped down onto my chest and breathed heavily again. I felt good, I made him cum, that was all my doing and I smiled.

He looked at me. “What do you want to do now?” I asked him.

“Do you want to grab dinner some time?” He asked.

“Definitely!” I smiled back at him and thought about what just transpired.

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I met Kristina for the first time when I began working at a restaurant. She was the daughter of the general manager. She clearly had some Hispanic ancestry, though her skin was more of a lightest-brown, and she had a nice figure, a pretty white smile, and memory recalls her eyes as dark, long-lashed, and always shining.

I came to know her better one night at the lake. Several of us from work had gotten together and decided to have a bonfire at the edge of a lake about ten miles from the restaurant. It was evening when we went. As we passed over the bridge the sun completely sank beyond the horizon, and there was still that bit of its glow brightening the sky. We found a very secluded spot, and got a fire going. More of our coworkers arrived. Then there was Kristina. She came straight away from work, still in her uniform. At a point in our gathering I found myself suddenly beside her. I struck up a conversation, we started talking, we flirted. By the end of the night I was walking back to the cars with her, and reaching out at her, squeezing the side of her waist with her laughing and telling me, “Stop it!”

The next day was Friday. I went to work after school, and when I got off work, my best friend came by to have a meal. We ate and left. In the parking lot we passed Kristina who was coming in for her shift. We stopped and talked to her for about fifteen minutes. In just that time, the conversation somehow became wonderfully sexual. We began talking about oral sex.

“Have you ever done that to a guy?” I asked her.

“Yeah,” she said smiling, “I love it!”

Me and my friend looked at each other with astonishment.

“I love letting guys cum in my throat,” she continued, “I can feel all these squiggly lines in the back of my throat for like an hour,” she said tilting her head up and gesturing with a line up and down her neck.

I paused for a moment. I had not yet in my life heard such a pretty young girl talk that way.

“Oh my God,” I said, “Do you wanna hang out some time?”

She smiled very vixenly at me, began sipping from the straw of her drink, and turned away to walk toward the restaurant.

Then she stopped at the door, turned around and shouted, “You have my number!” and went inside.

My eyes must have dilated three times in volume considering the opportunity that had just been cast before me. I looked at my friend, who raised his eyebrows, nodded his head, and said, “Squiggly lines bro.”

That night I messaged her, and asked if she wanted to go out with me the next day, Saturday. We both had to work the mid-day shift, and she said she would see if her mother could let us off at the same time. We chatted more and flirted during our shift. We were let off at the same time, and had a meal. Afterward, she went into the washroom to change into something more comfortable. I simply took off Kurtköy Escort my uniform shirt, and so had on a white tee shirt, black pants, and black shoes. When she re-emerged she wore a nice orange shirt- not a tee and not a buttonfront, I’m not sure what to call it- light jeans rolled up at the cuffs, and flat brown shoes. I became suddenly excited that I was going to take her out.

I decided to take her bowling at an alley called Splitsville. We had the regular conversation on the way over. I managed setting everything up and we bowled. We started to really connect. We laughed, we flirted. We played three frames, and then were ready to leave. It had become dark while we were inside. In the car I asked her if she wanted to get some drinks at Sonic. She liked that idea.

I drove us to Sonic, and parked at one of the further pull in spots. It was my aim to try and get something physical going with her, imagining the comments about oral sex she had so casually made the day before. I think she sensed what I was doing, and seemed excited about it. We ordered rootbeer floats, and talked a little more. I sat thinking of a way that I could insert a comment that might create an opportunity for me to kiss her.

“Do you consider us friends?” I finally asked.

“Yeah, you’re fun to hang with,” she said.

“Just friends though?” I said.

She titled her head, and looked pathetically at me. “Why don’t you just take a risk and do something instead of testing the waters,” she said to me.

I smiled at her a sly smile.

“Come here,” I said. She lowered her drink and held it in her lap, and brought her face a little forward. I rested my elbow on the center console, and held her chin in my hand, and kissed her slowly. We pulled away, again slowly, and her dark, long-lashed eyes opened gradually up to again reflect light like caves of shining wonders. I looked at her face, then at her neck, at the shapely forms of her breasts, and her figure reposing in my passenger seat; all of it was very pleasing. We were only apart for a moment before our faces came together again, this time for a much longer interval. I began caressing the side of her arm while we kissed. I very much wanted to touch her breasts. She had advised me to take risks in these matters, so I did. I slipped my hand off her arm, and moulded it onto the nearest shape. I could feel her smile for a moment while our lips were together. She allowed me to feel her chest without interference.

I didn’t think I would get oral sex out of her the first time, and I was right. After we’d had our fill of kissing, I took her back to the restaurant where she’d left her car. I got out with her and kissed her against her car, keeping my hands off her chest this time to end the night on a note more infused with romance. We said goodbye to each other, and left.

The Maltepe Escort nearest date that we could see each other again, when we were both off work and not busy with anything else, was Tuesday. We met at the common ground of the restaurant again, and took my car. I decided to take her to a park a short drive from my house called Calgary Lakes, thusly named for the several large ponds that splotched its acreage. There were chalk-white trails that wound throughout the park outlining the lakes, and there were trees and hills, and a recreation center with an exercise room, a basketball court, and billiards.

It was evening when we arrived. The sun was down, but the sky was softly illuminated with its after glow. She looked lovely. She had a very nice style. She wore light jeans, a loose shirt, and had her hair pulled back. We walked the paths shrouded in a blue filter from the evening sky that gave everything a sort of mystical quality. We walked round one of the larger ponds and saw white swans nesting and a lighted fountain out in the center that made the water ripple outward from it. There were enormous trees that I didn’t know the names of, only that they must have been here a very long time. We made a half circuit round the lake when I stopped and pulled her under a willow tree. There were fireflies and the reflection of fireflies dancing over the dark water near us. I pressed her against the tree, and she looked up at me. I kissed her. It was actually a very romantic setting and a very romantic moment. Too romantic I thought, because I wanted oral sex. I put my hands onto her waist, and then slipped one hand around and into her back pocket. We continued like this, and after awhile I put my other hand on one of her breasts. She didn’t mind.

Then after another while I said a very unromantic, and revealing thing. I pulled away and said, “Hey, you like giving blowjobs right?” I could just feel the romantic atmosphere that’d been building begin to deflate like a filled balloon released to flutter in ragged trajectories around us.

“Is that why you wanted to hang out?” she said pulling back a little disappointed.

“Not entirely,” I started, “but you can’t say the things you said and not expect me to be interested.” My hands were still on her.

“Relax,” she said, “I’m just messing with you. I can give you one if you want.”

“I want,” I said.

“Okay, where do you wanna go?”

I postured as if to think, and said, “Back to my car?”

She paused and looked around very much in the same way I expect children do when they are about to steal a cookie from the cookie jar. “Come here,” she said.

My hands fell away as she grabbed my shirt, and brought me around to the other side of the tree, and positioned me with my back against it. She looked around once again toward the various landscapes Tuzla Escort of the darkened evening, and then dropped to her knees in front of me. My nervous heart dropped at the same speed. She commenced to work my pants, and dropped them just enough, and, instead of pulling my underwear down, tugged the waist band outward, and reached up and in, as if she were blindly selecting from a bowl of treats above her, and brought out my stiffening penis. Clutching me, she glanced around once more, and then tilted up at me to say, “Hey, keep a lookout okay?” I looked down at her pretty face with the dark figure of my penis between us, and now did feel very like two mischievous kids working toward a common goal.

“Okay,” I said.

Then she raised herself a little, and took me in her mouth without hesitating. It felt marvelous. I felt her throat. I watched as she swallowed me all the way to my pubic bone, as if that part of me just disappeared inside of her. I had never experienced that before.

“Oh my God,” I couldn’t help but groan.

She began to choke herself masochistically with all of my penis inside her, and I could hear only the garbled noise of her throat, and the sound of crickets and frogs.

“Oh my God,” I said again.

She began to pull back like a python regurgitating a meal, and I could see in the moonlight the sparkle of strings of saliva making bridges between my penis and her mouth when she said, “Hey you’re looking out to make sure no one’s coming right?”

“No,” I said.

“Marcus!” she said. “Watch.”

“I am watching you,” I said, “it’s awesome.”

She laughed and said exasperatedly, “Watch for people.”

It became dark quickly, and it was hard to make out details, but I could see the dark form of her head bobbing back and forth now, and I could certainly feel it. She’d stop at times, I suspected because she was afraid of vomiting. Then she’d pull away to get air, and breath ragged breaths until her breathing steadied. Then she would swallow me again. After five minutes more I told her I was going to ejaculate.

She pulled away and said, “Okay, just do it whenever you’re ready.”

She took me back in.

“In your mouth?” I said.

She pulled me back out, and breathed like a diver coming up for air. “Yeah, just go for it,” she said, and took me back in again.

That permission was divine. She choked herself on me a little more and I came furiously into the back of her throat, wobbled a moment, and fell onto the ground, breathing heavily. I fell from the side of the tree, wretching my penis from her mouth as I went, onto my rear, and then onto my back. My eyes were heavily-lidded but still open and I laid quite peacefully looking up at the stars.

I could hear her laugh, and say, “Did that feel good?”

“Can you keep sucking it for a minute?” I asked.

I could hear her crawl toward me, and she felt around my waist until she found my penis and took it again in her mouth. She sucked it very vigorously while it shrank in her mouth, and I laid still, looking up at the stars, and I thought about my life.

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The first time I sold sex for money was kind of accidental. My mother and I had just moved to a new apartment in a not-so-good part of town. The apartment was terrible, a three story tenement house of which the top two floors had been condemned due to leaks and rot. The first floor apartment smelled bad and it was cold and drafty all the time. Most of the electrical fixtures didn’t work, and for heat we literally had to crank up the burners on our gas stove.

My mother was a mess, the divorce from my dad had sent her into a drug and alcohol spiral and she mostly sat in her room all day, wrapped in blankets, watching television and killing herself with vodka and pills. My dad paid our bills, such as they were, and sent me about $400 a month for child support until I turned 18, then the checks stopped.

I was also adrift. Moving, even the short distance we did, meant I lost all my friends. None of them wanted to risk visiting me in a bad part of town, and where they lived was difficult to get to without transportation, which I couldn’t really afford. Besides, they all had money, and did things that cost money, and I didn’t.

I got a job, eventually, at a fast food hamburger place about a mile from our crappy apartment. It came with a stupid uniform and everything. About four times a week I’d walk to the restaurant for a 4pm to 1am shift. Then, in the early morning, I’d walk home in the cold, through the worst section of town, keeping my head down and hoping I wouldn’t be mugged or raped or worse.

One day the restaurant closed early, due to a major snowstorm. Business crawled to a stop and the manager made the rare decision to send us all home early. Bostancı Escort I was both relieved and anxious about his decision. Relieved because the storm was getting worse and I didn’t really want to walk home at 1am in a blizzard, but anxious because the minimum wage job already barely paid me enough to live, and I wasn’t going to make up these lost hours, ever.

Bundled as best I could, I stepped out into the cold and driving snow, and made my way home.

I walked into the wind, cold and wet and miserable. A snowplow trundled by and splashed me with slush. At one point I slipped and twisted my ankle. It may have been the lowest point of my life, in some ways.

A car pulled alongside me. This happens sometimes, even in nice weather, some guy seeing a girl alone offering her a “ride.” I always turned them down. When I refused the ride I was catcalled, or told to fuck myself, or whatever. But the idea of getting into a strange man’s car seemed insane to me, an invitation to be murdered.

But tonight…

“Need a ride?” called a voice.

“Yes,” I said. “Please?”

I got into the car and felt the warmth of the car’s heater. “Thank you,” I said.

The man was an older white guy in his fifties, gray at his temples with a happy demeanor but a sadness in his eyes. I pulled back my hood and unzipped my jacket a little. Despite my blond hair and blue eyes I must have looked like a wreck.

“You were not prepared for this weather,” he said. “You must be freezing. You a working girl?”

“Burger King,” I said, not understanding what he meant by the term “working girl.”

He laughed. I told him where I Anadolu Yakası Escort lived and he brought me to the apartment. He pulled into the driveway.

“Are we doing this right here or should I come inside?” he asked.

“Doing what?” I asked, confused.

“Head. A blowjob.”

“What?”

Slowly it dawned on him. “You really aren’t a working girl?”

I unzipped my jacket, showing the uniform beneath. He looked embarrassed, confused and a little angry.

“What the fuck…”

“I’m sorry,” I said, realizing for the first time that he thought I was a prostitute. I don’t know why I apologized.

“I should have known you were too pretty to be working. I thought it was my lucky day.”

“Well,” I said, “Thank you for the ride.”

“Yeah, sure,” he said, distractedly. “This is pretty embarrassing. No way a girl like you is a $50 street whore.”

“$50?” I asked. That was five hours work at my job.

The man’s eyes lit up. “Yeah,” he said.

“For a blowjob, here in your car?”

He smiled and grabbed the fifty dollar bill he had tucked into the driving side visor. “Yeah,” he said again.

I thought about all the times in high school I had gone down on boys in high school. I did that to be popular and make boys happy. And I did it for free. What happened next was so out of character for me..

I snatched the bill from his hand and told him to unzip his pants. He happily complied.

His cock was soft and limp and almost hidden among his public hairs. He smelled fresh and clean though. I bent over and exhaled on his cock. He moaned slightly and gently placed his hand on the back Pendik Escort of my head.

I slurped his cock into my mouth and kneaded it with my tongue and my lips. I had never had a soft cock in my mouth before. But it wasn’t soft for long. In about a minute it was rock hard and filling my mouth.

“I want to play with your tits,” he said, and I thought, “Why not?”

I pulled off his cock and wrestled my jacket and uniform off. I undid my bra and let my big tits free.

“You are fucking gorgeous,” he said.

“Thank you,” I smiled. I went back to work on his cock as he fondled and squeezed my tits with his right hand.

He squeezed my tit, I’d moan, and then he’d moan as his cock leaked precum. I bobbed my head and made slurpy wet noises.

In instant later he was cumming in my mouth. Like I did for all the boys in high school, I swallowed it all.

I kept his cock in my mouth, enjoying the feeling of being touched, until his cock began to deflate. Then I lifted up my head.

“Amazing,” he said. “You know, most working girls don’t swallow.”

“Oh,” I said. “I hope that was okay.”

“It’s fine by me,” he smiled.

He handed me another $20. “A tip,” he said, “for the best blowjob of my life.”

I was so turned on. I was soaking my panties. The money made me feel cheap, but also horny as hell.

“Can I see you again?” he asked.

“Well,” I said, “You know where I live now.”

“You really live in this place? I thought this was just where you do your business.”

I thought about the money I had just made, and how easy it was. “I do live here,” I said. “But not for long.”

I was in the apartment and thinking about what had just happened. I realized I had left my uniform in his car. I didn’t care about that though. I got into my cold bed under a ton of covers and thought about my new job. I masturbated myself to sleep. I had a lot to learn, but now I had a plan.

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“Checking out my dick?” I said, somewhat startled. “What in the hell for?” There was obviously a lot I didn’t know about whore-houses. So, Kris and I spent some time that evening going over basic brothel etiquette.

“Here’s how it’ll go down,” Kris told me. “We’ll walk in, and you’ll be offered your choice of the girls. Since it’s gonna be your birthday treat from me, I’ll let you choose first.”

“Then, the girl you’ve chosen will lead you through a door, back into the cribs. I know there’s a urinal hanging there in the hall, and …”

“Wait a second!” I interrupted Kris. “Do you have ESP or something? How do you know there’s a urinal hanging there in the hall?”

“Oh,” responded Kris, “I’ve been to Janie’s Ranch before.”

“Really,” I said. “And when was that?”

“Well, if you want the whole story, let’s stoke the fire, get a cigar, and get comfortable.”

We took care of those chores, and Kris then said: “You know my buddy Pat. Do you remember his dad, Milton?”

“Sure do. He was killed last year in that trucking accident.”

“Yep,” Kris said. “What a hell of a deal that was. He was a good provider to his family, and a good father to Pat and the other boys. Raised them right, he did. He sorta stepped in as a father figure for me, too … once our own dad split when you were 4 and I was 6. Helped me out a lot. Milton was a horny old goat though.”

“Oh really? I never knew that.”

“Yep,” continued Kris. “Over the years, he tried most of the cat-houses in Nevada, when he’d be passing through in his big rig. He said Janie’s Ranch was one of his favorites. A casual place where a man can pay a few bucks, get serviced, and not have to deal with a bunch of fancy crap that a guy doesn’t need.”

“Anyway,” my brother continued, “do you recall that I am 3 weeks older than Pat? Well, a couple years ago, just after Pat’s 21st birthday, Milton took Pat and me to Janie’s. And that’s how I know there is a urinal in the hall!”

“As I was saying, I’d advise you to step up and use that pisser, and drain your snake. Your lady will probably watch you piss, and then check your cock out. She’ll be looking for any open sores, or any other obvious problems. If you don’t have a boner already, having her handling your pecker will probably get you rock hard.”

“I suspect so!”

“Not to worry though,” said Kris. “She’s used to handling a guy’s tool, and if it’s not already Tuzla Escort stiff, she’ll get it hard for you. Remember, her job is to get you hard, and then get your rocks off, either with her snatch, her mouth, her hand … however you want it.”

“Can I have it all?” I asked.

“If you can pay for it! Just tell her you want a straight lay. I’ll make sure you have plenty of money in your pocket to pay for it. Since you’re there to pop your cherry, you don’t need any frills. You’ll be plenty amped up just knowing you’ll soon be getting into the babe’s cunt. Anyway, she’ll tell you the price, and you’ll pay her. She’ll leave the room to go settle things with the madam, and while she’s gone you’re to strip.”

“Naked?” I asked.

“Yep, buck naked,” said Kris. “When she comes back, she’ll remove her gown. And then, bro, she’ll make a man out of you. So that’s about all you need to know. Don’t worry Kurt, you’ll do fine.”

Still a bit nervous I asked “Will my dick pass muster, Kris?”

“Well, little brother, I didn’t see any problems with it when I jacked you off last night. And let me tell you, I’ll never crack wise about your ‘tiny little pecker’ again. Matter of fact, I now know you’re pretty damned well-hung!!”

“You’ve seen my cock a zillion times before, Kris.”

“Yeah, but never hard. I was amazed by the difference between your soft, flaccid dick and the size of that monster you’re packing when you’ve got a woody going! My own cock, as you well know, Kurt, is about 6″ soft, and about 6 1/2″ when I’ve got a hard-on.”

“Don’t I know it. I love your cock, Kris.”

“Fuck, Kurt, You’ve got nothing to hide. So what if your pecker is 2 1/2″ soft? It becomes a fucking monster when you pop a hard-on. It’s a good 6 or more inches long, and way thicker than mine. When I jacked you last night, I could barely get my hand around that big male unit.”

“I wonder if maybe the milk-man got into Mom’s pants about 9 months before I was born?” I asked Kris. “Your cock is so different than mine. You’d think that the all-male parts of two guys who were supposedly shot from the same sperm-gun would be damn near identical.”

“I don’t know, Kurt. In the locker room it seems like every guy’s prick is different, and you know some of those guys are brothers just like us. All sorts of shapes, sizes, and even how differently the fuckers dangle … some just hang down like mine, Gebze Escort some just look small and shy like yours, hiding in the guy’s pubic hair, and some of those ugly fuckers kind of jut out from the guy’s groin, sort of like they’re pointing at something. Hell, you’ve seen the differences. I just never thought much about what a guy’s prick, other than my own, would be like when he’s hard.”

“Didn’t you have any jack-off buddies whose cocks went from small to major fucking meat?”

“Nah,” Kris said. “Pat and I used to sneak behind the garage and beat off together, but his prick’s a lot like mine. 6″ soft, 6 1/2″ hard, and about the same girth all the time. Other than his I’ve never been around any stiff dicks.”

“Until last night, Kurt, I didn’t know that a seemingly small cock would grow into such a major horn-dog when it got stiff and excited. If you want the truth, bro, when I knew you were playing with my cock a couple of years back, when you thought I was asleep, I thought it was because your own pecker was little, and you wanted to see what a guy’s big tool felt like. After last night, I certainly know different.”

“I wonder about dad’s cock. Maybe it is just like yours, and the milkman really did knock mom up 9 months prior to my birthday . . .”

“Anything’s possible, Kurt. Since you brought it up, one of my vivid memories about dad does have to do with our cocks. I remember a family outing to a ball game when I was 5. Before we found our seats, mom took you with her to use the bathroom. However, dad told her: ‘Wanda, I’ll take Kris with me. He’s old enough to learn how to act in the Men’s Room.’ Boy, was I proud!!”

“Anyway, he took me into the Men’s Room, which had one of those piss walls. You know, where you stand there and pee against the wall, and there’s a little trough in the floor where all the guy’s piss flows away to a drain. Anyway, dad showed me how to step up, unzip my pants, and fish my little weenie out through the fly in my underpants. And then, with my little dick pointed at the wall, I was to take my whiz. He did the same thing, and we stood there side by side.”

“When we finished our piss, he showed me that a guy just stood there, shook all the drips off the end of his peter, and then tucked everything back in and zipped up …. and only after you had your zipper back up did you step away from the pisser.”

“Besides telling me, he was showing Aydınlı Escort me. The 2 things I’ll always remember about dad’s penis: he was a grown man, and however large it was, it looked massive to me; and his pecker was uncircumcised. I asked him how come his peter looked different than mine, and he forked back his foreskin, and I saw he had a big ugly cock-head, that looked about like mine, except of course bigger. I asked him when I’d grow skin over the head of my peter like he had. He got quite a laugh about that, and he said ‘Don’t worry Kris. Your peter is normal. I’ll explain the skin difference to you when you get a little older.’ “

“Why’d we get cut when he wasn’t?” I asked Kris.

“Just the way things were at that point in time, Kurt. I’m glad as hell that I was circumcised as a baby though. I remember all through school, about 98% of the dicks I saw had their heads exposed like mine was. I sure wouldn’t have wanted to be the odd man out, would you?”

“Nope,” I told Kris. “Now that we’re grown men though, having the ‘skin might be kinda fun. It’s what a guy’s used to I guess. You’re right though: all the cocks I saw growing up looked like mine in the fact that the cock-head was exposed.”

I then said, “All this talk about cocks is giving me a boner, man. When are we heading for Janie’s Ranch?”

Kris looked at his watch and said “Well, Kurt, our campfire’s burned down nicely, so it shouldn’t be a problem, and it’s almost 11:00 on Saturday night. If you’re sure you’re ready for this, let’s head on up there.”

“I can’t fucking wait, Kris!”

We then each took a final draw on our cigars, threw the butts into the fire, and took a chug from the whiskey bottle.

It took maybe 20 minutes to drive to Janie’s from our camp. It was a fairly quiet trip … my brother and I were each lost in our own horny male thoughts. The flashing red beacon was visible the whole way, through the clear desert night air. Every time it flashed, I felt a throb of anticipation in my groin.

When we pulled into Janie’s a big rig was just leaving. A couple more were off to one side. A car and a couple pick-ups were parked in the dirt lot out in front. Kris pulled up and parked.

We sat a moment, and he asked “Are you sure you want to go through with this, bro? Once we get out of this truck, there’s no turning back.”

“I’m ready, Kris. And the answer is not just yes, but HELL YES, I want to do this!”

“Okay, little brother. Here we go! This is something you’re gonna remember for the rest of your life!”

As Kris told me that, we got out of his truck, and headed for the door of the brothel called Janie’s Ranch.

more soon . . .

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It is a real story, not a fiction.

First let me Introduce myself:

I am a 26 yo guy. I rent an apartment with another guy who is 27 yo. The interesting thing is that he is gay. I never thought about myself as a bisexual before, but sometimes even the male body and genitals can make me horny. I love wrestling and soft bondage porn, and my roommate caught me once when I watched it. He told, he loves wrestling and bondage too. He asked me do I watch wrestling between two males. I told I watch gay wrestling but rarely.

I think that is where my story begins.

It was summer and even the nights were really hot. He told he wants to sleep naked, because of the heat. I told its not a problem for me. We have two separate rooms. We went to sleep. On the morning I went to the kitchen, and saw him as he slept on the couch in the living room, fully naked. I got instant erection. His body was so sexy, his abs were really hot. The blanket was under him wrinkled, his lower body was lifted so his flaccid penis and balls were dangling softly towards his belly. His cock looked very tasty. I could see even his perfectly shaved butt hole. It was a really beautiful view. I had the idea to masturbate to this view, but I could resist. I turned on the coffee machine and he woke up to the sound. He saw me and told he is really sorry for this. He told, he came out from his room in the night because the air is better in the living room, then he fell asleep. I told it is totally not a problem for me (and I tried to cover my erection which was visible through my boxers). Then I told him, he can stay nude if he wants. He was a little surprised, but I know he wanted to hear that. He was nude in the rest of the morning. I was so horny, my boxers were Pendik Escort soaked in my precum.

He always sleeps naked since that day.

On the next week, after a party when we came home, and after we took a bath, he told he has an idea. He offered me 100 euros if I can beat him in a strip wrestling game . He told the rules: In every round, the loser has to take off one of his clothes. I asked what does he want if I lose, I will not pay 100 euros. He told, he wants to tie me without taboos. I did not clarify what does “without taboos” mean, because I thought that I already have that 100 euros, and I always wanted to try sexual wrestling. Furthermore somehow I thought, If I lose, he will tie me with my clothes on, and he only wants to tickle me. Well, I was wrong.

First we both took naked selfies in the bathroom and disabled the lock on our phones, so If one of us wants to “opt out” when he loses, the other can use the looser’s phone and send the naked picture to anyone. Ok, as I write this down it sounds weird, but we had alcohol in our blood, and it was really fun in that moment.

We started in shirts, pants and boxers under them. So the first round begun, we started to wrestle, I did not took this too seriously, I even laughed a little. We started to push each other, and I hooked his leg with my left leg. He fell, and I pushed him to the ground. I won the first round. It was too easy, I think he wanted to lose the first one. He took off his shirt. Then I could see his abs, they were very sexy. From that point I could not concentrate on the match.

The second round begun, I could not even realise the beginning of the round, he grabbed my arms and pushed me. I tried to step back, but I fell as he Kurtköy Escort pushed me. His left leg was between my legs, and he started to push my balls. He forced me onto my shoulders. I lost. So I took of my shirts.

The third round begun. He grabbed again my arms, but I could free them. I tried to grab one of his legs with my hands, but as I bended he stepped back and pushed me down. I could “pull” back myself and grab his hands, I almost pushed him on his shoulders, but then he turned left very quickly, forced me down and pulled my left arm under me. I have to gave up. So I removed my pants. It got a little unpleasant. I wore only my boxers, and I had to wrestle…

He laughed and told he will execute me.

The fourth round began. I grabbed his arms and tried to push him out from his balance, but he hooked my legs. I started to panic, I really did not want to be nude in front of him, did not want to be tied by my gay roommate. I wanted to end this, then I realised, that we have naked photos. It was a very strange feeling, I almost started to cry and because of this, he could pull my legs, pushed my upper body, and forced me down again. Our bare chests pushed each other. For a few seconds, I could resist but then my muscles gave up. He won, not only this round, but the whole match.

I asked him does he still want to continue. He told yes and asked me what did I think…

So I removed my boxers, and I was fully naked. I tried to cover my “thing” with my hands and my boxer, but he told me to drop the boxer and put my hands behind my back. So I was totally exposed. I could feel as he stared at my penis. He told it looks tasty. We went to his room. He told me to lie down to the bed. Ok I knew what Ümraniye Escort was about to happen, but I tried to put on my boxers. He told me, “don’t you dare!” As he said this my heart almost jumped out from my chest. My roommate went to the bathroom, then to his cabinet and brought ropes (robe belts) and started to tie me up. He told he waited so long for this and never thought that I will accept the deal. As he pulled aside my legs I got erection and I got really horny. It was strange but a really intensive feeling. (and my secret dream: to be tied naked) My legs were spread. It was very strange to be naked and tied in front of an other male. It was the very first time gay experience for me.

He just stared at me. My face burned, he laughed and told my face is really blushed. My penis pulsated like hell.

He asked me: “we have discussed, that I can tie you up without any taboos if I win?”

I answered disappointedly: “Yes.”

He touched my soles, then my stomach, underarms. Then, he started to tickle my nude balls. I told him to stop, but as I had a very strong erection he told me, he knows, I’m enjoying it. He touched my penis only with the tip of his fingers. He tickled my cock for a while then grabbed it, and started to stroke it. I yelled “what are you doing?” but as he stroked my penis, I started to moan.

After a while he wanted to lick my penis, I told he can lick it with his tongue, but do not take it into his mouth. (I was very horny at the moment). He started to lick it, but after that he took my whole penis into his mouth. I could not react anything, because it was fantastic. He started to suck it. He sucked three times. After the third, he released my cock, and I squirted my cum all over the bed an my body.

He told it was fantastic, and untied me. I told, that it was very strange, but a big fun. We discussed, we will not say anything about this in public, and we will repeat this match in the future.

I realised in that moment that I’m totally bi.

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This is the 2nd part of the Movie Night story.

We have just left the movie theater and you had just given me the hottest hand job ever. You made me explode and I can still feel my cum all over me as we walk back to the car. I know you must be super wet from this and I can’t wait to taste you.

We get in the car and drive to what’s going to be our new place. I am living there and you are planning to move in with me when your lease is up. Its a three bedroom, two bathroom house with a huge kitchen, fireplace, fire pit out back and a hot tub. Perfect would be the right adjective. We finally arrive and walking to the house. It’s still a little empty but feels like home. You sit down and watch TV as I go shower.

I tell you, “If I couldn’t touch you during the movie, you can’t shower with me.” I finish up the shower and come out to the living room wearing my minnesota athletic shorts and and notice that you are watching a blank tv screen.

“Hun, why are you just sitting there staring at a blank screen,” I say.

You reply, “Oh nothing just waiting for you to finish so we can cuddle and watch whatever is on.”

At this I know something is up, but I sit down next to you and take you into my arms. I just love the way you feel in them. You turn on the TV, “what do we have here,” you say. As I turn to see what looks to be one of my porn DVDs you “found”. It was left in from a couple of nights ago when I was really missing you.

I turn to you and say, “Boys will be boys, hun.”

You don’t care that I watch them every once and in fact, you kinda like the idea of it cause you know that what’s on the screen got me hot one night. I take the Kurtköy Escort remote from your hand, and turn off the TV.

“Tonight’s not the night for movie watching,” I say as I slide my hand up your skirt to find your wet underwear.

I start to rub you through your underwear and kiss you deeply as I pull you closer to me and into my arms. You love being in my arms, and I can tell as you just melt every time I wrap them around you. I continue to rub your wetness as you wrap your arms around me and grab my ass squeezing it and rubbing your nails up and down my back just the way I like. We stop and move our events to our bed throwing each others clothes showing the lustful path from which we came. We are naked as I push in onto the bed. I can tell you can’t wait for me to be in you, holding you, making sweet love to you. But I have other plans for the moment, all things in good time.

I lay you back on the bed and dive right into licking you. You spread your legs wider and wider as I bury my tongue and fingers inside of your dripping pussy. I lick and suck your clit as I run my hands up and down on your body caressing your wonderful breasts. You moan and grab my hair as you love everything I’m doing, and you never want me to stop. I stop for a brief second as I flip around so you can play with my cock and balls while I lick and finger you. You grab a hold of my balls and play with them while you enjoy everything I’m doing. You turn a little so you can get better access to my now rising cock. You decide tonight is the night I’m going to suck on it for the first time. I love going down on you and you know it, You can tell I am totally lost to everything Pendik Escort except you wet pussy right now. I haven’t noticed that you have stopped stroking my now rock hard cock and have started licking it gently and kissing it. Then you take it into your mouth for the first time, and NOW you have my attention. I totally stop what I’m doing cause it feels SOOOO good.

We both rollover as I lay on my back as you work my cock in and out of your mouth. I continue to play with you to keep you wet, and you know your turn is coming. I am just laying there in total ecstasy as I watch you sucking on me, it feels so great and you are amazing at it. You keep sucking and moving up and down my shaft as you wrap your fingers around my balls to really get me going. You can tell I’m not going to last long with my first blow job from you, you can feel my balls starting to pulse telling you how close I am to hitting the edge. I tell you in between moans that I’m going to cum really soon. But you don’t stop, and its feels great. I start to spasm and cum! This catches you off guard as it came on so fast. You weren’t planning on me cumming in your mouth but some of it came in there (to your surprise you didn’t mind the taste) as you pulled away and pump my cock through the rest of my orgasm, as I shot all over the two of us, your face, boobs, my stomach.

You flip over, so our heads are together and we hold on another and kiss deeply. You can tell without words that I obviously love what you do to me, and how you make me feel. You reach back down, where your hands always seem to go, to find that I am still hard, and with that simple touch I roll over on top of you and Mutlukent Escort push inside. You are so wet from giving me pleasure that I slide in so easily. I hold you as we make love.

After a long while we flip into “our position”, with me sitting crosslegged, and your legs wrapped around me grinding away on my cock as I kiss and suck on your breasts, pulling you closer and holding you up in my arms.

You reach around and play with my balls a little as we grind against each other’s sweaty bodies. As I am sucking on your neck you whisper that you want me to cum and you pick up the pace. With that I can’t hold off my orgasm much longer as I just to feel it rise inside of me. You grab and pull me closer as I do the same and we kiss deeply as I cum inside you. You can feel me shoot, shot after shot, pulse after pulse, as I cum harder than you have ever felt before. You just hold me as like normal I am paralyzed by you when I cum.

After several minutes of just holding each other after my monster orgasm. You slide off me and lay on your back. I turn so that we are in the sixty-nine position again and start licking you knowing how much you love me licking your dripping pussy after I cum inside you, and knowing I love the taste of our juices together. As I continue to lick your pussy, you decide to see how we taste to and start sucking on my cock, and you find out that you quite enjoy our taste too. At this I get hot again and turn up the intensity of my licking to the point where you beg me to stop cause it is so intense, but I don’t. I keep going, you push my head harder and harder against you, till you explode in an orgasm of your own. I can feel your whole body tighten up and then relax as your orgasm sweeps over you. After your orgasm subsides, and you release my head from your oozing pussy I crawl up next to you and wrap my arms around you, pulling you close as we fall asleep as we both whisper, ” I love you” together.

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I passed through airport security and strolled down the aisle to Gate 35. I had flown many times for business and for pleasure, but this was the first time that my destination was not to a place, but to a person.

I’d never met Jason before, but we had corresponded and spoken many times over the past several years. I was wearing the white silk panties he had sent and asked me to wear. It was sexy to receive them and arousing to slip them on. Now I was feeling a bit silly and very thankful that I wasn’t stripped searched at security.

It was thirty minutes prior to boarding and I took this time to reflect on how I ended up here.

I believe that life comes in sections, with many stages between birth and death. For simplicity, I’ve split the stages of my life into decades.

The first decade was uncomplicated and filled with fun and friends. The second decade was the most chaotic, with extremes in ups and downs. Ages twenty to thirty were oriented to career and relationships. Between thirty and forty, children came along and life as I knew it changed. In my forties, career and family were priorities and I was still on the upward slope of my life.

I reached the summit in my fifties and had the time to reflect on what was and what might have been. This is the decade that reality and fantasy became more a part of my life.

Humans are sexual beings and my sexual realities in the second decade of life were confusing. I loved the female form and a firm rounded butt was a sight to behold. I never was attracted to guys, but on several occasions I slept over with a friend who touched my cock and I touched his.

Sexuality was new to me and although the physical touching felt great, I knew that keeping it a secret would be in my best interests. I looked forward to our sleepovers, knowing that I would masturbate him and that I would feel the intense pleasure of orgasms when he masturbated me. I loved to see him spurt and he seemed to be quite happy that I hadn’t been able to do that.

In my late teens, I had one sexual encounter with another guy and it involved him sucking me. Although it felt wonderful, I wasn’t able to cum. Guilt won out over pleasure and my sexual life with males was put on the back burner. My life would certainly have been different if I had sucked him, but that wasn’t in the cards for me.

In my forties, I discovered internet porn. Photos in magazines took a distant second to videos of guys and girls in the act. Seeing a girl sucking a cock and being fucked was such a turn on and the wired world became a huge hit in my books.

After a while of looking at intercourse, my view on what was hot was morphing into something I never thought possible. Instead of imagining being the guy thrusting into the girl, I began to imagine what it would be like to be her. How did it feel to have a cock slip into my pussy? What would it feel like to have a cock spurt cumm deep inside me?

My thoughts on oral sex changed as well. I no longer wanted to be the guy, having my cock licked and sucked. I wanted to be the girl, licking the man’s cock and feeling his hot seed cover my face.

I no longer wanted to be a guy. I wanted long hair, shapely breasts, curved thighs and soft pouty pussy lips. Being on all fours, guiding a cock into me was my guiding thoughts in my nightly masturbation ritual. My frustration grew as I realized I wanted to be a woman and not a man.

As I reached the mid-point of my fifties, I had to admit that fantasies are nice, but reality has to be accepted. It was at that point that I began to imagine sucking a cock, not as a female, but as the male I was.

I was fascinated with the thought of sucking a cock. How it would look, how smooth the skin would be and how hot it would be to the touch. It is difficult to put a label on my sexuality and in the end it really didn’t matter. I became entirely comfortable with the thought of sucking another man’s cock and wanting nothing in return.

I joined a bisexual chat forum and came across a guy who responded very thoughtfully to several of the posts. He was dominant and his writings showed him to be very reflective, informative and courteous. He Anadolu Yakası Escort seemed to be the kind of guy I imagined in my fantasies and we began to share e-mails.

My initial impression of him was reinforced by our correspondence. He is a dominant that appreciates and understands a submissive. There are many ‘want-a-be’ doms that don’t understand the dynamics that surround a Dominant/submissive relationship and he wasn’t one of those.

I would have jumped at the chance to meet him, but I was married and he lived at one end of the country and I lived at the other. I wouldn’t cheat on my wife and the distance between us was probably a blessing.

Several years passed and my desire to meet Jason ebbed and flowed. Imagining his uncut cock was probably like a drug addict imagining needles and a poppy field. He was my drug of choice and my willpower to not fly out and meet him was tested many times.

That changed when my wife passed away. One month she was healthy and happy and the next month she was bed-ridden with cancer. The end came quickly and so did the life I had known for so long.

Months passed and as the grieving process subsided, thoughts of my sexuality grew. Jason was very understanding and the main roadblock of being married was no longer there. Submitting to Jason was a safe fantasy because I was certain it would never happen. Now, it was possible to meet him and turn fantasy into reality.

I had a burning desire to suck his cock and to be penetrated by him and he had a strong desire to be sucked by another male and to breed him. It was easy to tell him how much I wanted to suck his cock when I knew that in all likelihood it wouldn’t happen. But in our recent calls, we spoke of meeting, with specific dates. No longer was it pretend, it was real.

We were compatible in so many ways and liked a lot of the same things. We both enjoyed hiking, camping and the outdoors. Sexually, he is very ‘manly’ and I’m the opposite – ‘womanly’. Our erotic chats had primarily been about oral, but that changed to oral and intercourse. When he spoke of breeding me, my temperature would rise and my pulse would flutter.

He said he loved his wife, but had a strong desire to have a male wife. I thought that was weird when he first mentioned it, but I found myself masturbating to the thought of him breeding me and making me his wife. The image of him cuming inside me made my orgasms more powerful than ever.

The time had come for me to decide whether I really could do the things I had imagined. When Jason and I had first spoke, I expressed my desire to suck a cock, but had no thoughts of kissing another man. Now I was ending my emails to him with Best Wishes and Kisses and Hugs. The thought of a kiss was so gross in the beginning, but now I imagined him leaning towards me and brushing his lips against mine.

I had changed and it frightened and thrilled me.

We arranged to meet for a week in June and reality smacked me hard when I opened a small package and saw the black panties with a note embossed in gold. “Sweetheart. You’ve been in a cocoon for so long and I know the butterfly that you are destined to be. Wear these for me and more importantly, wear them for you. Kisses … Jason. PS. Dreams do come true.”

I became more apprehensive as the plane crossed the country and began its descent. I had dreamed about this trip so many times and now the reality was hitting me like a slap in the face. Each minute was taking me closer to a destiny that was uncertain and confusing.

The plane taxied to the terminal and I was the last to exit the airplane. Jason had arranged to meet me at the airport and we would spend the week in his cabin. Although my brain was sending signals of trepidation, my cock was twitching and rubbing against the smooth silk.

I stepped on the escalator down to the luggage circle and noticed Jason standing near a cement pillar. He was in his mid-fifties, tall with shimmering strawberry blonde hair. His tan and the size of his arms showed he worked many hours physically and outdoors. He was a handsome guy and I did want to see his cock for real, but I had no idea what I would Kartal Escort do if he wanted to kiss me.

Jason smiled when he saw me and I couldn’t help but smile and blush back. It’s strange to tell a guy you want to suck his cock, but its alot stranger coming face to face with him. We shook hands and I was relieved to see how genuinely happy he was to see me.

I grabbed my suitcase and we walked through the parking lot. I caught a glimpse of the mountains and if there was a time to turn back, this was it.

“I’m really glad you came,” Jason said.

“It’s nice to see you. For the longest time I never thought this would happen and even now it doesn’t seem quite real.”

Jason replied. “Paul. I never thought we would meet and I had to pinch myself in the airport, just to make sure this was real.”

As I sat in the car my cheeks began to warm. “Some of the things I had written and spoke about are so embarrassing now. Plus I still haven’t come to terms on the depth of my ‘female’ side.”

Jason smiled. “We’ve always been a mirror image of each other. I’m a top and you’re a bottom. I want a man who craves to be feminized and you want a man who is aroused by that.”

My cheeks blazed red and the warmth was enough to fry an egg.

“By the way. Are you wearing the panties I sent?” Jason asked.

I closed my eyes and nodded yes.

“And you’re getting aroused, aren’t you,” he stated.

I nodded again.

“Say it. Tell me.”

“Yes, I’m getting aroused,” I said.

He slid his hand over my cock and the blood rushed hardness into it.

“Paul. I love your feminine side and I’ve made it clear that I want to take your maleness away. If you are certain you want this, take your case and place it in an airport locker. I will be in charge of what you wear, or don’t wear this week.”

I’d imagined being a cross dresser and imagined having a complete sex change, but until now it had been a safe fantasy. I bit my lower lip, praying for a sign of what to do. Without realizing it, I placed my case in the locker and walked back to the car.

“Good girl,” Jason said.

Now take off your shirt and slip on this top. The top was sheer silk, light pink and the buttons were on the wrong side.

“In some of your e-mails, you signed your name as Leah. It’s a lovely name and it suits you perfectly. From now on, I will call you Leah, or other things as well.” He laughed. “I will not call you Paul. Now, slip off your shoes, socks and pants and place them in the back seat.”

I was left in panties and top and my cock felt like a turtle’s head that had retreated to its shell.

We sped down the highway and I turned to Jason. “I like the top. I like how it makes me feel.”

“It’s time to embrace the true you.”

***

We quickly left the city and entered the country. British Columbia is a province of sheer beauty and I contemplated on making it my home. We wound our way through a sea of green forests and followed the road alongside a fast moving river. Jason turned onto a dirt road and it curved in a snake like pattern for miles.

I noticed a sign up ahead – “Okanagan LGBT Nudist Camp.”

“This is the one you own?” I asked.

“Yes, along with my brother and sister.” Jason paused. “You can see the lake off to the right. The camp is on one side of the lake and my cabin is on the opposite side. We’re about ten minutes away.”

I had spent a day at a nudist camp and was surprised how quickly my embarrassment disappeared and how natural it felt to be nude. I did enjoy seeing women’s breasts and the parts of men that is usually hidden. I was afraid that I would get aroused, but luckily that never happened. However, I did masturbate that night to the image of a guy I had seen by the pool. His cock was uncut and that definitely was my preference.

The road curved to the right and part of the lake lay before us. Gentle ripples flowed over it and looked so inviting.

The cottage was a log house and it looked amazing. A porch ran along the length of the cottage, which had large windows on the left and right and a huge window above the door that reached up to the second Maltepe Escort floor.

“It looks better than the pictures you sent,” I said.

We stepped out of the car and he took my hand. “The only thing this place has been missing is you,” he said.

I blushed and leaned into him. “That is so sweet of you to say.”

He gave me the grand tour and our last stop was the kitchen.

“Are you hungry,” he asked.

“One thing about me, I’m always hungry.”

“There are tomatoes and cheese in the fridge. I would love a sandwich.”

“Sure,” I said and he stepped outside while I made lunch.

We sat on wooden chairs and watched a pair of loons on the water.

“You make an awesome sandwich,” he said.

“You’re welcome, it was my pleasure.”

He turned towards me. “I need to go over some things. After lunch we will shower and as you agreed in our correspondence, I will shave the hair off your chest, legs and crotch.”

I remember agreeing to that and it was so easy to say yes then, but now it was real.

“I will not force you to do anything and urge you to let me know if you are uncomfortable with anything we are doing. Do you understand?” he asked.

“Yes, I understand.”

“After our shower, the only clothes you will wear are the ones I ask you to wear. If you are cold, tell me and I will provide something for you. Now, slip off your panties, bring the dishes to the kitchen and come back.”

I stood and slipped my fingers under the band of the panties and pulled them down. My cock was semi-hard.

“You are a horny bitch.” He lightly slapped my bare bottom. “Now do as your told and take the dishes to the kitchen.”

When I returned, he was walking from the car with several shopping bags. I was so curious, but he kept the bags closed and just grinned when I tried to look inside.

“Shower time, Leah. Start the water and take off your top and I will join you in a moment.”

I prepared the shower, ensuring the water wasn’t too hot or cold. When it was just right, I slipped off my top and waited. I never thought this moment would arrive when I would be naked with another man. Up until now it was a safe fantasy. Was I ready to touch another man and take him in my mouth for real?

My thoughts evaporated into the mist when Jason entered.

“I would like you to take my clothes off.”

I unbuttoned his top button and slowly worked my way down. My fingers trembled slightly and a few times they brushed against the hair on his chest. He didn’t have alot of hair and I was pleased about that. A bit of hair is one thing, but guys that looked like gorillas was another.

I slipped his shirt off, unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his jeans and lowered his zipper. I smiled at the sight of his bulge, knowing that he was as aroused as I was.

He stepped out of his jeans and was left standing in a pair of tight black boxers. “Kneel, my little slut.”

A strand of shimmering precum dripped from my slit as I lowered to my knees.

“Nuzzle and breathe in my scent,” he said.

I leaned and my nose rubbed along the inside of his leg. I drew in a long breath, taking in his light, musky scent.

“Pretend you are a dog, drawing in your Master’s scent.”

I sniffed one side of him and then the other. The scent was subtle and unique. Each breath sent me floating as if I were riding on a fluffy, white cloud.

“Good, girl. Now pull my boxers down.”

I freed his cock and felt the power and heat that exuded from it. His foreskin completely covered the head and a surge of desire to slip my lips around it was so overpowering that I started to shake.

“Leah! Don’t you dare,” Jason said.

Words cannot even suggest the desire within me to take his cock into my mouth. Except for his cock and balls, nothing seemed to exist. In that moment, I realized the enormity of my craving for his cock.

His fingers slipped under my chin and he tilted my head. Our eyes joined in a pairing of understanding.

“Are you going to be my cocksucker, Leah?”

At the moment the word yes slipped from my lips, my cock spurted over and over again. I held onto his legs as the last spasms of ecstasy flowed through my hardness.

“Naughty girl. Lick up the mess you caused.”

I could count on one hand the number of times I’ve tasted my cumm, each time thinking it was gross. I leaned down, licking up every drop.

– To Be Continued.

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