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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 Gaziantep Genç 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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Kat was dressed, ready and waiting when I knocked on her door, looking warm and sexy in a pair of form fitting leggings and a body hugging ivory cable-knit sweater that ready showed off her exquisite breasts, especially with her bright red hair hanging over her shoulder and down over the left one in a ponytail. Making me think how hot it would look wrapped around my hand, as I got in behind her and…

Giving my head a shake to clear it of all the smutty thoughts I was having, I slipped my arm around her as she locked up her apartment, and told her, “So, I checked out a few sex shops, and lucky for you, the one with the most selection is in walking distance of here.”

Looking up at me, she flashed me a dimpled grin that lit up her incredible blue eyes, as she said, “Good. And I can hardly wait to have a look.” Damn, she was gorgeous. Times like these made realize how lucky I was to have her all for myself.

But of course, hearing how eager she was, all I did was roll my own eyes, not entirely sure what I was getting myself into, releasing this naughty little minx in a sex shop. But I imagined it would be better if I went with her than if she went on her own. As everyone knows, curiosity killed the cat, and I was going to make damn sure that nothing happened to my sexy little kitten, no matter how curious she was.

I have to say, I loved the feel of having her hand in mine as we strolled together along the street, and when she looked up into my eyes, and coyly smiled, something inside me warmed like you wouldn’t believe. Realizing more and more every day that this was what it felt like to actually be in love with someone, I knew that Kat was it for me and that I’d never want another — providing I could actually have her, and I wouldn’t lose her to that boring old creep her father had hand-picked for her to marry.

But of course that was something I still had to work on, making her realize how good we were together.

And the fact that she had the sex drive of three women combined, I imagined was just a bonus in helping me with my plan.

I decided the moment we walked up to it that the shop was on the classy side, as indicated by its name: Boutique Erotique. And in the front window instead of having the usual hard core sex equipment on display, there was a sexy cartoonish looking oversized black and white cat mannequin, its paw covering its mouth appearing to be shocked by the big cartoon Rooster coming up behind it, about to give it’s ass a good spanking with a big old paddle. Kat of course, couldn’t stop staring at the window display, since she’d probably never even seen a paddle with her own eyes before, much less ever been spanked with one.

Although I’d never been much into toys, preferring to use my hands, mouth and cock to the get job done, if Kat wanted to explore her kinky side, I figured the least I could do was help guide her into getting a few things that would be a little on the tamer side. Not really picturing her getting into things like having her nipples clamped, or being spread over a spanking bench. But just my luck, once we got inside, before I could even steer her toward the handcuffs, blindfolds, and gels, we were informed by a young, heavily tatted dark-haired guy in body-hugging black T-shirt and faded jeans that they were just about to have a live sex toy demo in the basement. Kat’s mouth actually fell open in surprise the moment she heard that and she instantly dragged me right behind her down the stairs, desperate to have a look. As eager as a kid in a candy shop, her eyes were so big and round as she scanned the posters and display cases as we passed them, all chocked full of various sexual devices, that I had to fight pretty hard not to laugh.

She was just so unbelievably innocent, that this type of place was almost too much for her to conceive. After the strict religious upbringing she’d had, it was like landing on another planet, where people did all kinds of kinky things to each other that she’d never even heard of, much less experienced for herself.

Downstairs, there were a few benches set up for spectators, and the man and lady doing the demo were both clad in black dressing gowns at the front the room on a little stage, with strategically pointed lighting directed at them, I noticed. And once they disrobed, and the pair of them stood looking out at us naked, Kat actually gasped and reached for my hand, clutching it in hers like a lifeline. And it occurred to me then that the dude on stage was only the second man she’d ever seen without his clothes on, with me being the first. The guy was tall and fairly well hung, looked to be about thirty with short dark hair and a goatee, and the girl was probably somewhere in her twenties with long a blonde ponytail, a pretty big rack and a clean shaven pussy.

Then everyone watched silently as the blonde sat up on the table as another guy dressed in slacks and a black polo shirt, off to the side, appeared to be conducting the demo. He held out a few packages Gaziantep Olgun Escort for us to see the different types of dildos the shop sold, as well as pointing out some butt plugs and various containers of lubes and lotions on a table, explaining that everything they would be using in the demonstration was available to be purchased upstairs after the show. And as he began to explain the uses of the various toys, the woman on the table, quietly got settled onto her back and then proceeded to spread her legs, giving us all quite an eyeful of her pussy. Even for me, it seemed a little crazy to be sitting here with Kat’s hand in mine and staring at another woman’s gaping snatch.

I watched Kat swallow hard and felt her squeeze my hand even tighter as the man with the goatee held up a pretty impressive looking hot pink dildo, reached for the lube and began to slick it up, as the commentator explained that plenty of lube should always be used whenever trying anything that might be uncomfortable, especially for the first time.

And then even my mouth fell open when the bearded guy pushed the girl’s legs open a little wider and began to work the long thick toy past her pussy lips and right into her hole. Fuck, this was not what I had intended when I agreed to take Kat to a sex shop to help satisfy her curiosity. And as the woman on the stage began to let us know with soft little moans and gasps how much she was enjoying being fucked by the toy, I felt Kat’s nails dig into my hand, and looking over at her I noticed how her chest was beginning to heave, making me realize that she was getting aroused. Smirking to myself, I imagined a dildo would be one of the first things she’d be adding to her kinky little shopping basket, along with some lube of course. And noticing how erect the dude sliding the thing in and out of her was getting, I just hoped I’d be the one getting to use it on her, since he seemed to be enjoying it almost as much as the girl on her back getting her pussy worked over.

And naturally my cock began to twitch in my pants, just thinking about how hot Kat would look like that, naked with her legs spread wide, while I worked her into a toy induced orgasm, well, at least before I took over and finished what the toy had started, with my very own pussy stimulator, fucking her silly.

Then lordy, if that wasn’t enough, after working the dildo in and out of her, the guy held up a fair sized butt plug and lubed that up too, as the commentator reminded everyone that any form of anal play always required plenty of lube, since, unlike a vagina, rectums don’t naturally produce any form of lubrication. Kat by now was teetering on the edge of her seat utterly spellbound, still clutching my hand in a death grip as the bearded dude parted the woman’s ass cheeks and began to work the plug in and out of her back passage.

Holy fucking shit. Talk about a baptism by fire. Kat’s mind had to be blown watching as the guy began to use both his hands to slide the two toys in and out of her pussy and ass at once. Really getting the girl moaning as even the guy explaining the demo stopped to get a look at the pretty blonde getting off for a moment. Before he cleared his throat and explained that double penetration if done right, could be highly satisfying, as evidenced by the woman on the table who was seriously beginning to writhe, with one hand on her breast, tugging roughly on her distended nipple while she slipped her other hand between her thighs to give her clit a little work over, really beginning to make some noise.

And I have to say watching her come, and seeing her whole body visibly trembling, was pretty fucking arousing for both of us, and then Kat looked up at me beseechingly and licked her lips, and all I could think of was how much hotter it would be if Kat was the one I was watching fall to pieces as I toyed with her body till she was moaning and writhing every bit as hard as the woman on the stage.

Checking out the action up front again, the man with the goatee was still busy working the devices in and out of her, until the girl was desperately crying out and shivering from head to toe. And everyone watching appeared hypnotized by the eroticism of what we were witnessing. I honestly had no idea that a sex shop would offer this type of live demo, or if it was even legal. And I’m not going to lie, it was probably something I’d never forget, especially since I’d experienced it with Kat, my own curious little kitten who it seemed had an appetite for erotic pleasures that even surprised me.

And once they were done, we all politely clapped, looking around at each other a little awkwardly after witnessing something as unusual, and slightly disturbing as that.

Looking as curious as she was amazed, Kat, sounding giddy as shit, instantly wrapped her arms around my upper arm, and fiercely whispered against my ear, “Wow, I can’t believe what I just saw!”

Neither could I. If you’d asked me what I planned to do with my Saturday morning, never in a million years would I have said, “Oh, probably just take my lady to a live double-penetration sex show, and get ourselves primed for a wild weekend that we’ll probably never forget.”

And once we made our way back upstairs, Kat really into this place now, looked like she was on a treasure hunt, closely examining almost every sexual device the store had. In the end I did manage to talk her into just settling on a pair of faux fur lined handcuffs, a blind fold and some lube. But then she insisted on getting a dildo, too. But she pulled a face when she stopped to take a look at the various sizes of butt plugs, tugging my head down to whisper into my ear, “Why are there so many different sizes of those things?”

I whispered back, “So you can stretch yourself to gradually take on more and train your ass.”

Her eyes went big and she swallowed so hard, looking more stunned than I’d ever seen her, that I actually laughed. “Maybe we’ll leave those for now,” she said, her eyes widening with alarm on a trainer set of anal plugs, actually shuddering a little, I guess as she wondered what she was meant to be training her ass to do exactly. Seems my little kitten wasn’t quite as adventurous as she’d thought, since the idea of training her ass to get filled up with cock, didn’t seem to be something she was curious enough to want to try. But I was cool with that, since what we already had was plenty for me, since our sex life was pretty much off the charts as it was.

Before we left, we stopped to take a look at an electronic fucking machine — that even had a video of a woman being fucked with it, which I also left me a little stunned. But since Kat had me to take care of that particular activity, I knew she’d never need anything like that, and told her so. She just laughed and squeezed my hand a little tighter, and we walked on.

Then I noticed she looked intrigued staring at the display of a mannequin, bound by her hands with her feet spread, bent over a counter at the waist so that her openings were on full display, ready for her master to use at his will, no doubt. Leaning close, I told her that some of the things were designed for people into stuff like BDSM, and although she nodded thoughtfully, I wondered if she’d go home later and google it to find out exactly what it meant.

Biting into her lip, she looked worried when we came across another dummy beside the first one in a crate, that seemed more suitable for a dog, and the dummy was even collared, and wearing a leash. Never really into that lifestyle, I could tell Kat was now in way over her head. She was definitely never going to be into being caged or collared, and nor would I ever be interested in doing anything like that with her.

So, once we left that area, and she continued to browse around the rest of the store wide-eyed, I took a minute to pick up some uber sexy sheer red cut-out lingerie, without letting her see what I’d chosen, along with some edible gels and undies and even some chocolate body paint, imaging the hours of kinky fun we could have with those. It might be a little tame, but I figured it would still be fairly adventurous for someone like Kat, who was still pretty new to carnal pleasures.

After we left the store, we decided to have a bite to eat at a nearby bistro, and Kat was chattier and more animated than I’d ever seen her. She was just so wound up after her little foray into the wild-side that all I could do was listen to her talk and smile, deciding she was absolutely adorable. In fact if we weren’t in a restaurant filled with other people I’d want to tug her into my lap and kiss her pretty face off, she was just so unbelievably sweet.

Whispering over the table, so only I could hear her, she said, “I never knew you could fill both holes like that.” When I just nodded that I knew that, she went on, “At first I could hardly believe the size of that enormous pink dildo he was using on her. Then, holy smokes, when he put the other thing up her bum, and began to work them both in and out of her, I honestly could hardly wrap my mind around what I was seeing. And you’d think that would hurt wouldn’t you, to have those two big things pushed into you like that, but from what I could tell, she sure looked like she was enjoying it.”

Leaning closer, I took her hand in mine, and explained, “It’s called double penetration Kat, and lots of people not only enjoy, but get off on it, too.”

Her eyes went big as moons when I told her that. “Really? Wow.” Then she looked off into space as she said, more or less to herself, “I guess I really have led a sheltered life then, haven’t I? I never knew it was even possible to do something like that, much less enjoy it.”

Yeah, she’d been sheltered alright. Her parents had practically kept her under lock and key until she moved across the hall from me last year after her mother passed away. And then once we’d finally hooked up at the Halloween party, and I discovered that I was her first, I was still hoping like hell to be her last. But despite the sheltered life she’d led, Kat was a fast learner, and did enjoy the kinky games we’d played, at least so far. But I was pretty sure she wasn’t quite ready to try something like being DP’d, even just with sex toys, no matter how curious she was. Although, it did occur to me that she might just enjoy the feel of my pinky finger giving her a little goose while we fucked. And that gave me something to think about, and my dick too, by the way it was starting to twitch.

I have to say, a huge part of Kat’s allure for me was her innocence. I actually loved that about her, and there was no way I wanted her to become jaded about sex, like so many other women I’d known. Even just seeing how starry-eyed she’d look whenever all we did was kiss, reminded me that I had to go slow with her, so she’d never lose the charm of her naiveté.

So, as we finished our lunch with a cup of coffee, I tipped my head and smiled at her. “So… what would you like to do now?” I was already thinking that maybe we could catch a movie, and try and find something funny to enjoy especially after that crazy show we’d just seen, that was anything but.

But once again she surprised me when she grinned back at me, looking hopeful as she suggested, “Um, maybe go home and try out my new toys?”

Despite my groan, she didn’t have to twist my arm. Just thinking about experimenting with her new toys had me pretty stoked. And my cock was already twitching pretty hard just imagining what Kat would look like naked and tied to my bed, while I played with her. But of course, I would leave what we were going to do up to her. And I’d let her take things just as far as she was willing to take them.

Flashing me a pretty dimpled smile, she reached for my hand across the table and gave it squeeze. “Thanks for coming out with me today, Ethan. That would have been so much weirder if I’d been on my own seeing all that stuff, especially that live demo. And I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.”

Neither would I. It would be something I’d always remember, the time Kat and I walked into a sex shop and watched a girl being double penetrated right before our eyes, while we were still just dating — which got me wondering where I expected us to be down the road. And for the first time in my life, the idea of getting married, especially to my sweet little Kat actually seemed like something I really wanted to do. Before her, it had never entered my mind to want to settle down and commit myself to one woman for the rest of my life, especially with my former penchant for one night stands. But knowing her as I did now, I honestly couldn’t imagine not having her in my life. And if she wanted the big white wedding with all the trimmings, I would definitely be on board with it, especially if once it was all over, I got to whisk her off to some exotic destination for a wild raunchy honeymoon — I already knew we’d both enjoy the hell out of. Already imagining her naked with a flower in her hair as I fucked on every surface on whatever little island we’d find ourselves in, enjoying each other like there’d be no tomorrow. It kind of had me tempted to pop the question on the spot just thinking about how incredibly hot it would be to have her as my blushing bride.

But of course, even if I wanted to, there was still the little issue of her intended — William — the asshole.

Since her father had basically promised her to this guy in her church when she was still in her teens, I knew that she had to be the one to tell her father that she was not going wind up with him — because she wanted me. Which of course meant I had to do my level best to try and convince her that I was the right choice for her, and the only man she’d ever want or need.

Then I heard her say, “Ready?” And my head snapped up, and I nodded, realizing I still had some work to do before we found ourselves fucking like bunnies off on some remote island in the Pacific as man and wife. But at least for now, we could still dig into her kinky little bag of tricks and have some fun together.

And as we walked back to our building hand in hand, I had a feeling she already knew she wanted the life I could give her. We were just so good together, and she also had to know that only I knew how to make her come, and come hard.

Once we got into my apartment, I’d barely gotten the door closed and locked when Kat pushed up on her toes and began to seduce me with her sexy mouth, slipping her tongue between my lips and making me moan and clutch her ass. Jesus, she really knew how to kiss and how to get me hard as a brick in no time flat. Already tugging her sweater over her head, as I filled my hands with her breasts, all I could think of was how good she felt — ever last inch of her, so soft and silky.

Before I even had a chance to catch my breath, or react to her advances, Kat had my fly down and my jeans and boxers down around my ankles with my dick in her hand, her thumb already stroking back and forth over the top, making me even harder. Seems she was on a mission. And she wanted to play — dirty, naughty games.

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(5/2020 revision)

© 2015 Sal De Klerk & Kit Cartaii, All Rights Reserved

Edited By ElmerStudd

Authors Note:

Neat N’ Naked is a Series of 26 unrelated stories I am working on. They all have the same basic premise, – Someone hires a naked maid and orgasms ensue.

Warning:

This story contains adult content including heterosexual intercourse, prostitution, virgin deflowering, fellatio, cunnilingus, and heterosexual sodomy. If you don’t enjoy this kind of smut, please choose another story.

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“Neat n Naked… where our girls suck better than Hoovers. How can we help you?” Came a deep throaty voice from the phone’s earpiece.”Can I please hire a maid?” Kit asked softly, his hands sweating a bit.”Why of course you can darlin’. Just tell me what your preference is.”

“I have a thing for petite blondes, maybe a catgirl, about twenty, with a nice bust.”

“I think I have, yes, I do,” she said, more to herself than to Kit, “I do have a catgirl, but she’s a little older than what you’re looking for. Let me send you her info and I’ll look for someone closer to twenty.”

Kit looked at the picture and saw a tiny blonde woman, pretty in an austere way. She’s holding a cat while wearing cat ears, a pink leotard, and a white tutu. While she is in her 40’s, she could pass for 30.

Name: Angela

Age: 44

Height: 5’1″

Weight: 120

Measurements: 34-25-35

Rating: 7/10

Angela has not provided a Bio yet, but here are the comments from her first two clients…

1- She’s a strong female, who knows the man is king. She gets emotional at times. 10/10 Dwight S. Assistant (to the) Regional Manager

2- She’s a cold fish in bed who often calls out other men’s names. She has a strange beet fetish. 4/10 Nard Dog.

After looking over her profile Kit felt she wasn’t what he wanted so he asked, “Is there anyone else, not necessarily a catgirl?”

“I do have another option for you. I’m sending her info now.”

Dakota is a petite blonde, with short hair and a square pretty face with sparkling green eyes. She has great legs and a really cute ass. She is so curvy that she should carry a warning: Dangerous Curves Ahead.

Name: Dakota

Age: 21

Height: 5’0″

Weight: 108

Measurements: 32-24-33

Rating 9/10

Info:

Dakota is a full-time college student, who prefers performing oral sex over any other activity. She once sucked a golf ball through 5′ of garden hose just to win a bet. While not strictly a sub is willing to be submissive and tied down, but she does not like discipline, so no spanking or other forms of sadomasochism. For Kit, it was an easy decision. “Dakota please,” Kit asked softly.”Good choice,” she said. “She is available tomorrow, all day. Will that work for you?”

“Perfect,” Kit said, licking his lips. “Anytime after nine am.”

At 9:01 am Dakota knocked on the door. Kit heard the knock and peeked outside, seeing a beautiful blond college-aged girl. She was wearing a pair of skin-tight, black, yoga pants and a sports bra. Her skin was glistening with a light sheen of sweat and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She had a sexy little smile on her face while she waited to be let in.

Kit was feeling a little nervous. He wasn’t sure his normal clothes were the best choice. He looked at his black graphic Ramones tee, Wrangler boot cut jeans, and bare feet. He debated changing, but a loud, insistent knocking reminded him that Dakota was already there, waiting for him.

He opened the door and froze when he saw her. She was unbelievably gorgeous and worked out regularly. “Dakota?” he asked, knowing it was her.

Dakota smiled at the awkward young man. “That’s me, and you must be Kit?” she asked as she walked in and pushed the door closed.

“My full name is Kitsune Cartaii,” he said, standing ramrod straight, showing true pride in his name.

“May I call you Kit?” she asked, dropping a bag on the floor, “or do you prefer Kitsune?”

“Most people call me Kit and I kinda like it.”

“Sorry about how I look, my spin class ran late and I didn’t have time to shower or change. Maybe later we can shower together,” she suggested with a wink.

Kit froze in shock at her suggestion. He had never showered with anyone and his pants began to get tight in the crotch at the thought of her naked skin, glistening wet, as he washed her.

“If…if you…you need to…to ch..ch..change, you can use…use my room.” He made fists with his hands working up some courage, “But only if…if I…I can watch.”

As they walked through the apartment, Dakota looked around at the typical mess of a single guy’s apartment and said, “Wow your place is a mess. I need to get started, don’t I?” as she looked directly into Kit’s eyes.

“I…I don…don’t clean mu…much.” He told her. DDD…do ya…waa…waa…want tttt….to sha…sha…shower first? he asked.”Not yet, maybe after we get sweaty and dirty,” she told him with a wink, “it’s Gaziantep Anal Escort always better to get sweaty and dirty before you get clean,” she said giggling. She saw the worried look on Kit’s face. The smile fell from her face as she looked into his eyes. “Kit, relax. I’m just a girl,” she said, putting her hand on his arm. “Close your eyes, take a deep breath and relax,” she told him.

Kit closed his eyes and started to inhale deeply as his nose is filled with a sexy, earthy, lemony, scent. His heart started to race as he felt waves of heat coming from Dakota as she stepped close to him. His breath caught as he sensed Dakota moving closer to him. Then he felt a pair of soft warm moist lips press against his. Kit froze as Dakota kissed him sweetly but with a touch of passion. Kit reached out, found her upper arms, and pulled her close to him. He was scared to do anything else for fear she would stop kissing him.

After a few indescribably wonderful minutes, she pulled her lips away from Kit and stepped back. Kit blinked several times, unsure of what to do or say.”Now that we got that out of the way, you should be more relaxed and calm,” Dakota said to him, her hand resting on his forearm.

Kit stood there, trying to capture her delectable scent again as he looked at her. “That was wonderful,” he murmured, his eyes blinking as he tried to recover from the incredible kiss.

Dakota dropped her hand and said, “Well Kit here goes…everything,” she said, “as in everything I’m wearing.”

Kit gulped as his eyes opened wide. He watched as Dakota grabbed the bottom of her sports bra and quickly pulled it over her head, freeing her pert breasts, allowing Kit to see her silver dollar size, light pink areola, and eraser sized nipples that were almost a half-inch long. Kit didn’t move when she tossed her bra toward him, landing in on his shoulder. Kit took the bra off his shoulder and held it up to his nose. He inhaled her scent deeply and closed his eyes, savoring how sexy it was.

When Kit opened his eyes again, she’d kicked off her gym shoes and then began to sway her body to some music only she could hear. As Kit watched her hips undulate and her breasts quiver, he felt his dick start to grow in his pants. She moved like a stripper on stage, teasing Kit as she started to lower her pants and then pull them back up. He stood there with a foolish grin on his face. She lowered them past her ass, dropped to all fours and reached behind her, spreading her cheeks open to expose her pussy and asshole to his view.

Kit felt his heart palpitate as he drank in the view of the most perfect honey pot he had ever seen in his life, including porn pussy. She then stood up and continued sliding the pants down, exposing her long supple toned, tanned legs. The pants pooled at her feet, she gracefully stepped out of them. She stopped dancing and struck the classic red carpet pose and asked, “Do you like?” as she stood there letting him stare at her naked body. Then she slowly turned to show off her juicy, lush, round, ass.

Kit finally found his voice, “Wow, you’re incredibly beautiful,” he said as he swatted her firmly on her left cheek.

Dakota jumped in surprise and anger. “Hey, none of that!” Dakota said sharply. “I know my profile says no spanking. Try anything like that again, I will leave immediately and blacklist you. Touching is okay, hitting is not. Understand?” she asked, glaring at him.

Kit stepped back in shock and fear at the anger in her face. The tone of her voice frightened him a little.

“I’mmm…So.sss…sorr…sorry,” he said, glancing at the floor with a sad look on his face. Kit didn’t look back up at the woman. He felt stupid. He had known what her profile said. He honestly forgot and acted on the irresistible impulse to touch her sweet ass. He belatedly realized he shouldn’t have slapped her.

Dakota’s face softened as she saw the fear and remorse on his face. She exhaled sharply and forced herself to let go of her anger. She stepped closer to him, not quite touching, but close enough to make Kit feel uncomfortable. “Apology accepted, this time,” she said warning him. Then she cupped his chin and forced his head up until their eyes met. She paused for a moment before leaning forward to kiss him again. It only lasted a few seconds before she broke away. Looking at him, she had a sudden realization, the shy awkwardness, the hesitation, and the self-conscious restlessness. She stepped back and locked her eyes on his, “Are… Are you a virgin Kit?” she asked not unkindly. Kit shrugged and let his face fall to try and hide the flush that was spreading over his face, confirming Dakota’s suspicions.

“I…I…I’m not sure. I’ve done…things with girls. I’ve even been inside one, but I’ve never reached…completion, except alone.

“Dakota took his hand and led him to the unmade bed. “Sit down,” she commanded him as she sat down, patting the bed beside her. Kit sat down. Dakota took his hand and held it against her breast. “Kit, you paid for my time and I’ll do anything you want. I just want you to be sure that you want to lose your cherry to someone you’ve paid? You are a handsome, sweet guy and deserve to have your first time with someone you love or at least like, not someone you chose after looking at a picture and reading a dozen sentences. I got four pages when I was considering adopting a dog.”

“I never met a girl that would date me,” he said, staring straight ahead. “It’s like I’m Snape and I fall for Lilly. I don’t know how to get a girl to like me…,” his voice faded.

Dakota leaned against his side, “I wasn’t popular in high school. I had braces, glasses, and no tits or ass. I was an acne covered surfboard with pretty eyes. I crushed on the hot guys and was ignored. Every clique made fun of me. I was asked out on exactly three dates in high school. Two were members of the chess club, hoping for some geek on geek love. When I refused the geeks, they spread a rumor that I let the chess club tag team me under the bleachers during homecoming. After that, I was constantly harassed by the guys in school looking to score with the school slut. Even teachers made passes at me.

Pausing for a moment to control the tears filling her eyes at the painful memories, she put her hand on Kit’s thigh. “I blossomed the summer after graduation. My tits went from cherries to honeydews. In about a week I went from a surfboard to the hottest beach bunny this side of Hawaii. Suddenly, everyone wanted to be my friend. It took me over a year before I was willing to trust anyone, and to this day I feel more like the geek I was than the sexy bitch I appear to be.”

She leaned closer to him, “If you want me to be your first, I would be honored. I’ll do my best to make it special for you, but it won’t be what it could and should be with someone you care about.

“Kit sat there with her and thought silently about what she said. “You made some great points, but there’s no chance that we’ll have an ugly breakup and then run into each other at a mutual friend’s house or local bar. You won’t care if I date someone else or hire another woman,” Kit said, looking at her nude body and feeling her naked thigh pressed against his pants. “I want you,” he said, squeezing her thigh, as his other hand reached for her hard nipple.

“Well then, I guess it’s up to me to show you what you’ve been missing,” she said as she slid off the bed and onto her knees. She expertly opened his pants, slid her hand inside his underwear, and found his erect cock. She pulled it out, exposing it to her gaze. “Ooh, that’s a nice meaty cock. It’s going to go down nicely.” She licked her lips and took his head into her mouth, licking it all over with her moist pink tongue. Kit lifted his ass and pushed his pants down to his ankles. Dakota started to fondle Kit’s balls, keeping her eyes fixed onto his as she slowly took more of his rapidly swelling cock into her mouth.

Kit had never felt anything like her warm, wet, and eager mouth working over his cock. He let out a deep moan, forcing himself to stare into her eyes as his cock swelled even more, filling her mouth. He was surprised when he felt the familiar tingle of an impending orgasm only minutes after she took him into her mouth. “Shit,” he groaned in ecstasy.

Dakota watched Kit closely as she took his entire length into her mouth. She began to start rolling her R’s as she’d learned in High School Spanish, trying to get Kit’s first nut out of the way, so he would last long enough to enjoy what was to come.”I’m about to cum…” Kit groaned, his eyes clenched shut, his midsection heaving twice before he exploded inside Dakota’s mouth. For his first time, the load was massive and thick, like cream, coming in long spurts that filled her mouth. Dakota drank every drop of cum she could swallow, but there was too much even for a fellatrix of her skill. Some escaped her lips and ran down her chin, where it formed a droplet that grew larger and larger until it weighed too much and lost adhesion. It fell from her chin and landed right on her erect nipple.

Dakota continued sucking Kit until she drained every last drop of cum from his balls. When he started to get soft, she released his cock from her mouth with a resounding pop. Using her fingers, she began to scoop up the remaining cum splatters on her face and tits, licking and sucking on her fingers until it was all gone. “Yummy!” she said, smiling at him as she got onto her feet and asked, “Can I have a drink please?” She raised her arms above her head and stood on her tiptoes, stretching her long, lean, lithe, naked body.

Kit had a goofy grin on his face. He couldn’t believe that he had gotten his first blow job or how wonderful it had felt. He suddenly realized that Dakota had spoken. “huh? What was that? Drink? oh! Of course! What would you like?” he asked as he pulled his pants on, heading to the kitchen. “Hey, I have an idea. I’ll make us lunch if you straighten up the living room so we’ll have a place to sit and eat.” He felt weird asking the naked girl who’d just swallowed his cum to clean up his apartment, but it was the only way he could think of to keep her within sight.

“I can do that, as long as I make a pit stop first,” Dakota said, gesturing to the bathroom.

Kit nodded his head and headed into the kitchen, while Dakota went into the bathroom. Using some mouthwash, she rinsed out her mouth. Then she walked toward the living room to clean off the couch. She caught sight of a naked ass cutting up some meat. “Ohh baby, make me a sammich,” she yelled at Kit while she stood at the living room doorway, drinking in the mess. She shrugged her shoulders and moved to the coffee table, sorting through the piles on it, stacking everything in three piles, keep, trash, and review. The third stack was by far the largest. She paused and called out, “How’s my sammich coming?”

“Be ready soon,” Kit replied, chuckling.

They worked in silence for a while, Dakota had finished with the coffee table and started with the couch, clearing enough room for her and Kit to sit comfortably while they ate their meal. Soon, Kit entered the living room carrying two-lap trays, each one had a gourmet sandwich with waffle fries and a smoothie. Kit put them down on the coffee table, now that the Mount Everest of junk mail had been cleared off.

“I hope you like your sammich,” he said, teasing her. I think that the grape mango smoothie compliments the flavors of the aged beef and artisanal cheese.” Kit said, smiling.

“Damn dude, I was hoping for something a little better than a PB&J, and you go all Gordon Ramsey on me. I’m impressed,” as she picked up the smoothie and tentatively licked some from the top. “That is good,” she said as she used both hands to pick up the massive sandwich. She stretched her mouth as wide as possible to get it into her mouth, she failed. It was the first time she’d found an object she couldn’t wrap her lips around. Dakota cocked her head and put the sandwich at an angle and took as big a bite as she could. Her eyes rolled back into her head as the flavors exploded onto her tongue. Dakota held her hand in front of her mouth and said,

“You have to tell me what’s in this. It’s the best thing I’ve had in my mouth that wasn’t attached to a man,” while chewing her food. After she swallowed her first bite, she took another small bite, savoring the delicate balance of the flavors. As she chewed, she walked over to a small shelf containing a huge collection of DVDs. There was a stack of loose DVDs and a bunch of boxes haphazardly piled on the floor. Dakota gathered up all the cases and discs and sat on the floor in the lotus position, knowing from experience that guys loved the way that this position left her pussy exposed and slightly spread.

The movies were mostly the usual single guy action-adventure and war flicks. But mixed in there were a few adult films, from classics like Deep Throat and Debbie Does Dallas to some really strange and unusual fetish films, “Are you really into this stuff?” Dakota asked, holding up one of the more unusual titles.

Kit watched her examine his DVD collection with a casual interest, slowly eating his sandwich. “Ahhh… Texas Dildo Masquerade.” He smirked and shook his head, chuckling at the parody porno DVD. “No! It was a gag birthday gift from some school friends, most of them were.” Kit moved over to sit on the floor next to her and began to help sort the DVDs, trying to remember what else he had that was in the pile. Toward the bottom, he found one that wasn’t opened yet and the title made his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “I didn’t know I had this,” showing her. “This ain’t Ghostbusters,” he said, turning it over, curious about it.

“It seems a shame to spend your hard-earned money on something and not enjoying it. Especially with a friend,” Dakota said, taking the DVD from him and getting it out of the case.

While she pulled the plastic off the case Kit said, “I work for a major computer software firm. I earn a nice income and I live simply.”

“Not the point. Why buy something if you never get to enjoy it? Would you buy a vacation home and never use it?” Dakota asked as she sat on the couch, “Are you going to join me?” she queried as she used the remote to start the movie. As the opening scene started, she continued eating her lunch.

Kit shrugged, “I can afford to waste money,” he told her as the film opened with a visual of a woman fingering herself. “Well that’s boring,” he said, putting an arm around Dakota as the woman moaned for the cameras. “Her passion’s only slightly less fake than her tits” Kit said as his other hand started to rub Dakota’s thighs. He let his fingers glide over her soft, toned, skin until he brushed against her pussy, casually rubbing it and trying to act as if it were a common occurrence.

“Shit, that feels good!” she said as his fingers started rubbing Dakota’s slit. “If you make so much money, why the fuck isn’t some gold-digging slut here with you instead of me?” She asked, spreading her legs a bit wider so Kit could have total access.”Let me tell you a story. Two guys are sitting at the bar of a country club. Guy one points to an old guy sitting off by himself.

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Phillip Johnson

Chapter One

Saturday morning I found her note propped up against the coffee pot. “Russ, sorry to do this to you honey, but Haley needs me right now and I’ll call you about the first of the week and let you know how things are going. If an emergency comes up leave a message on my cell phone because I won’t be able to use it in the hospital. I guess that’s all for now. Enjoy your days as a bachelor and I’ll see you by Wednesday unless something comes up,” and Joyce’s name was scrawled at the bottom.

I Wasn’t looking forward to my days as a bachelor, but I understood that Joyce wanted to be there for her sister’s surgery. My day started by dropping my shaver in the sink and busting it all to hell. Then I put on a pair of jeans only to find the zipper had come apart. My day didn’t get much better after that either.

Other than a couple of games that I liked to play on the computer, I didn’t really have anything that held my interest. Certainly no hobbies. We lived in town in a modest three bedroom house sitting on a modest and typical city lot and that was fine by me. Minimal upkeep other than trim the evergreens that sheltered the patio from the afternoon sun and half an hour to mow the yard once or twice a week.

Our neighbors to our right were quite a bit older than us and the neighbors to our left were quite a bit younger than us, so there wasn’t a lot of bonding going on there. I’d see Glen or Theo and wave, but that was all. Oh yeah, they were quite gay. Nice guys I guess but we had nothing in common. To summarize, I was bored before I even had lunch and I had four or more days to go before Joyce would be home.

I even mowed the yard and trimmed those eight foot tall evergreens, as much for something to do as anything else, before returning to my computer and the games. I thought losing my hundred dollar shaver was bad, but what was to happen to me next would make me forget about that shaver and most everything else.

My computer was still booted up so I dropped into my office chair and brought up the game I was going to play. Then my computer locked up. I rebooted, but once again it locked up even when I tried to open a simple file. Now I was officially in a very bad mood and stomped out of the computer room as I spewed a string of expletives. Once I had settled down I remembered Joyce’s old computer in the basement. She had a brand new laptop and I had just disconnected her old one and put it on my workbench downstairs. I disconnected mine and straightened up the wires, and then brought hers up and hooked it up using my components.

In minutes I was back in business. Still in a bad mood, but at least I could do some gaming. Then I discovered her computer was password protected. I tried our usual ones, but they didn’t work so I stopped and tried to think it through. Why the hell did she use a password anyway? It was just the two of us after all. I had nothing better to do so I tried different possible words, but I knew I wasn’t going to get any place like that.

Then I remembered she had her new Mustang so I tried that word, but that too failed. Once again my memory helped me by remembering we usually added numbers at the end, so I tried Mustang oh eight, the year of her car, and I was in. I sat there and savored my little victory and then looked at her desktop. I saw nothing out of the ordinary, so I decided I would check our e-mail before I started playing. There were only a few and I forwarded a couple of those and then deleted all of them. I was settling down by then and leaned back and decided to clean out the sent and deleted files e-mails and even did a disc scan before I would spend the rest of the day playing. I started with the deleted files. There were quite a few, but most of them were from Rob78333. Who the hell was that, I wondered.

I started at the first one of those and it appeared to be a fairly benign note from some guy named Rob. Then the next one dated a couple of days later was longer and more personal. On I went until I read one that in my opinion went beyond acceptable language, so I checked her sent files and soon found a whole series that she had sent to Rob. Those too were well beyond acceptable. I copied them one by one and put them in order by date. His email and her reply or her email and his reply. I read them as I copied them and was soon being pulled into their secret online affair.

One that Rob wrote for example read, “I loved your last note to me. Thank you for saying those nice and very sexy things to me. Even though we only met that one time I could envision you as you toyed with yourself as you described what you were doing. I looked at the picture of you that you sent me and just added your writing and I was transported to your bed. I was so excited and turned on I had to take my problem in hand. Joyce honey I really hope we can get together soon I love sharing emails with you but I want to be able to touch you and look at you in person. Please send me more pictures of you and I’ll Gaziantep Escort İlanları get some of me to you as well. I still remember how it was when we spent that evening talking over dinner and drinks and how I was so overwhelmed by you, even though we did nothing more than talk and hold hands. I think of you everyday love. Until next time….Rob.”

I was so damn mad I could hardly see to continue reading, but I went to her reply and read, “Hi Rob. I was so very excited that I did myself that night as I thought about us. Like you, I wish we could see each other in person again. I still remember your touch and your smile and I can still feel the electricity between us. I look forward to getting your pictures baby. I just hope you’re not wearing too many clothes. Better yet don’t have anything on.” The last of her email was more mundane, but it didn’t matter because I couldn’t read anymore of her crap. Without reading them I continued to save and print every email between them and put them in an orderly stack. As long as I stayed busy I could cope with what I had just discovered, but as soon as I stopped, my world crashed around my ears and I cried.

I got up and walked around and I cried and then I got so mad I was looking for things to throw. I was seething with anger now and if I just knew who that Rob was I’d go find him and beat the crap out of him.

I tried to think objectively and figure out when she might have written those messages but I finally decided it didn’t really matter. I had the dates but even that wasn’t all that important other than to prove all of those emails had been a fairly recent. Some semblance of control returned and I picked up an email at random and it was from Rob. “Joyce honey when we met at the restaurant and I held you in my arms I was floating.

That whole evening was an amazing and wonderful experience for me and my head is still spinning. I still have to smile when I remember you peeling off your blouse for me while we were still in the parking lot. I loved you and I couldn’t take my eyes off of you, but then that guy that saw you couldn’t either. I have to laugh when I remember how you turned to face him and he stared. You are so damn hot honey.”

I still didn’t know if or when they actually made love so rather than torture myself by reading all of them I went to the end and started with the last one and planned to work my way back until I had my answer. I didn’t have to read very far.

“Rob baby you were awesome. My body still tingles when I think about us making love last night. It was even better than our first time a few days ago. Please tell me we can be together again soon. I don’t know how I can work it but if you can find a way to get away from Beth, I’ll figure out a way to be with you. Then she signed it by saying, “I love you.”

That was all I needed to know and all I could handle. I knew what I had to do, but I had to stop my feelings of rage and try to think straight. I had to confront her and I had to prove to her that I knew everything, but I didn’t want her to know how I knew so much. I didn’t even know why I didn’t want her to know that I’d read her emails, but I was keeping that a secret for the time being. I also wanted to find out who Rob was. It wasn’t essential, but I wanted to know just the same and that became my focus for the next three days. I looked in our list of phone numbers for any Robs that might be listed. Then I tried to connect the name with people she had mentioned from her office but I just couldn’t remember very many. Then Sunday night I tried to see if I could figure out what seven eight three three three meant. I knew my chances of figuring that out were slim but I had to try.

Since there were five numbers I started by trying to think of last names with five letters. My only hope was that was his way to remember his code name. I had my system and I used numbers and words that meant something to us rather than just random picks. I’d never be able to remember all of my passwords otherwise. On top of that I used the same password for several different functions and that helped me a lot. Then Monday afternoon as I sat in my office, Rob came into my mind yet again and I stared at my desk for a minute thinking. Then I looked at the phone and saw the letters next to the numbers. Damn, could it be that simple? I wrote down the sixteen corresponding letters and started making lists of possible words that could be made.

I had to stop and get back to work, but as soon as I was home I hit it again. Any five letter words that I could create out of those sixteen letters went on my list. By Tuesday I had a rather long list. Then I drew a line through any word that didn’t sound like it could possibly be a last name. It was just after dinner when I remembered him. Rob Steed. A sales rep that Joyce had mentioned several times but I had forgotten about. I remembered he called on her weekly, but I didn’t know whether or not he was from Maryville. I looked up his name in the phone book and found four Steeds but none named Rob. Then I went to Knoxville and looked him up there. There were ten with that last name but only one named Rob. There was a Robert but I had a feeling he always went with Rob. I was so sure I was right that I dialed the number. If he answered I’d just hang up but if his wife answered I would have to talk fast.

“Hello.”

“Hello is this the Steed’s?”

“Yes it is.”

“My name is Russ and you don’t know me, but I have proof that your husband and my wife are having an affair.”

“What? Are you certain?”

“As sure as I’m breathing. I have copies of their emails back and forth. Is it safe for you to talk?”

“Yes of course Eileen, how can I help?”

“I understand, let me give you my number and address.”

“Yes of course.” I gave her the information and she asked me, “Is she very ill?”

“Quite ill in fact, and the deadline is tomorrow afternoon.”

“Oh my that is serious. Okay let me tell Rob, and tell her Beth is on her way.”

“Thank you Beth and I’ll be waiting for you.”

Chapter Two

It was over an hour before she pulled into my driveway. I met her outside and we shook hands and before she could say anything I told her, “Beth before we go inside I want to show you something so you’ll know I’m not some nut trying to pull something.” I waited while she read two of the most damning e-mails and then she let her hand that held them drop to her side before looking at me. “Beth I’m sorry. I just discovered all of this myself a few days ago and it’s taken me this long before I figured out who it was that she was having the affair with.”

She wiped the tears from her eyes and asked me, “How did you ever figure that out?”

“Let’s go inside where we’re more comfortable and I’ll explain everything.”

As we went into the living room I asked her if she wanted something to drink but she declined. I sat across from her and told her all that I had discovered and how I came up with her husband’s name. “Beth if you want to see all of the e-mails just say so.”

“Not right now, but thank you. How long do you think this has been going on?”

“I only know as far back as the e-mails go and that’s about five weeks worth but I just don’t know beyond that.”

“I don’t know what to say or even think.”

“I don’t either. I didn’t suspect Joyce of anything at all, so this has really hit me hard.”

“I’m sure it has. I’ve suspected Rob of straying before but this still really hurts me.”

“Beth, Joyce will be home tomorrow afternoon and that’s when I plan to confront her. Would it be possible for you not to say anything to Rob until then?”

“Yes. I just won’t go home for a couple of hours and he’ll be asleep in the chair or on the couch. After that he won’t feel much like talking and I won’t see him in the morning. He thinks I’m with my sick friend right now.” I was looking at her and thinking about something so when I didn’t comment she asked me, “Are you okay Russ?”

“I’m sorry, yes I’m okay all things considered, but an idea just came to me.”

We talked for the next half an hour and then I offered her a glass of port and she accepted.

“Russ I know that as soon as I leave here I’m going to fall to pieces.”

“Then stay until you need to get home. You don’t want to be out there wandering around by yourself with all of this on your mind. At least we can keep each other distracted a little bit.”

“How long have you and Joyce been married?”

“Just over five years.”

“Not very long at all, but Rob and I’ve only been married eight years.”

“I just wish I knew or could understand why she would do this to me. I thought we had a pretty good marriage.”

“Were you two getting into some kind of rut or were you fighting a lot?”

“We didn’t fight often and when we did it was more of a spat that would just fizzle and we’d get on with our lives. Were we in a rut? We were in a routine, but I don’t know when a routine would be considered a rut so maybe we were.”

“We all fall into a routine I think, and I don’t see that as a bad thing unless it becomes so bad that it causes friction.”

“I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable but even our love life was pretty good.”

She smiled and said, “They’ve been sharing a bed so I guess we can at least talk candidly. I thought Rob’s and mine was okay too but…you know maybe that’s part of it. Our love lives were okay. Not good it would seem and certainly not great, but just okay. When I think of it that way I start to see it differently.”

“I see what you mean. I think the pressures of work and advancement do take their toll on us. It should never interfere with our love life, but I guess it does sometimes.”

“I do know that even after we have confronted them I’m not going to feel any better. I’m not going to feel like a weight has been lifted from me or that I’ll want to go out and have fun.”

“I won’t either. If anything I’ll probably just cry and take one day at a time.”

“What about anger or hate?”

“I wish I could sort it all out. I’m mad as hell at both of them for ruining two marriages. Well one at least because I don’t know how you plan to handle your side of it.”

“I don’t either, but the way I feel right now tells me I won’t be married much longer either.”

“You know if I had abused her physically or emotionally I would understand. If we had major financial problems I might be able to understand, and if our sex life was a disaster I’d understand, but none of those things have been an issue.”

Beth was quiet as she tasted her port and looked down at her deep red wine as she slowly swirled it in her glass.

I just watched her and let her work through whatever she was thinking about, and then she took a long drink and paused before saying, “I even agreed to experiment with bondage because that’s something he was interested in. I let him…” then she looked at me and shared a thin smile and said, “Well we tried several different things with him. Not so much because I wanted to, but because he wanted to. I’m not saying I hated those things either, but I did that for him more than for me at the beginning.”

“Beth, don’t feel like you need to answer this but I’ll ask it anyway. Did you and Rob experiment with flashing or exhibitionism or anything like that?”

She looked at me about half surprised and then said, “Yes, several times in fact, but what made you ask that?”

“Because Joyce and Rob were trying that too and from the sounds of it Joyce was enjoying herself.”

“Had you and Joyce ever tried that?”

“We never had and I’ve never seen any indication that she might want to or even be willing to do that.”

“We both know we’re going to have unanswered questions and that’s likely to be one of them.”

Then I smiled at her and asked, “Did you enjoy doing that?”

She hesitated then before answering with a guilty look, “Yes. Well most of it if we didn’t get too carried away. I liked the feeling I got and I liked knowing I could get Rob so excited just by showing my boobs to some unsuspecting guy as we passed them or as the elevator door closed. Things like that.” She emptied her glass and to my surprise she added, “I even lifted my short skirt one time and flashed some guy when I wasn’t wearing any panties.” Then she realized what she had just said, and blushed. “I’m sorry I’m getting a little carried away.”

I laughed and said, “Thank you for sharing that. Beth we’re being dragged through some pretty ugly things right now so the more relaxed and open we can be with each other the better. I’m already sure we’ll be friends long after all of this is over and we’ve moved on with our lives.”

She leaned back then and actually smiled. “Yes I think we will be. We certainly have a good start at building a strong bond between us.”

“Do you and Rob have any children?”

I saw a cloud pass over her as she answered, “No. I was into my fifth month of pregnancy when I lost my baby.”

“How long ago was that?”

“Seven months ago. Now the doctor isn’t very hopeful that I’ll get pregnant again.”

“I’m so sorry Beth.”

“Thank you. I was so devastated at the time, but now I’m almost thankful as cruel and heartless as that sounds.”

“I really do understand. It’s funny because it wasn’t that long ago that Joyce and I talked about having a baby, but we wanted to wait until next year. I’m not even sure why we made that decision now, but I’m glad we didn’t decide to go ahead.”

“I really hate to go home and have to look at Rob.”

“I hate to have you go. It really helps talking to you and…I don’t know, sharing the misery I guess. Besides, I find I really like you and think Rob has to be out of his mind.”

She smiled and said, “Thank you. I don’t know if you meant that, but it helps to hear you say that.”

“I did mean that. It takes a lot longer than this to really get to know somebody, but I know I’m right. Now if I find out you’re a hard line republican I might have to rethink that.” She smiled again and stood up.

“Russ would you mind if I called you from time to time?”

“Not at all. In fact I suggest that maybe in a couple of weeks we should get together for dinner and compare notes.”

“I’d like that.”

“Maybe you’ll share another of your flashing incidents with me.” Once again she blushed as she looked at me. “I’m teasing you, but at the same time I thought that was so adventurous of you that I’d love to hear more of your crazy stunts. The more we can smile or laugh the better we’ll do.”

She smiled and kissed my cheek at the door but I walked her out to her car and watched as she slid in behind the wheel. “Russ I so wish none of this had ever happened, but I’m glad I met you.”

“I feel the same way Beth. I wish I could do something to help you, but I’m afraid we each have to fight our own battles right now.”

“We do, but we have each other as backup now too.” She backed out and then smiled and waved as she headed home and I went inside to compose an e-mail to Rob and call Haley.

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Some comments have labelled my stories ‘tender sibling romances’. I like that, so here is another.

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FOREWORD

My father passed away in a hospice, after an illness that slowly consumed him over a period of years.

His death was a life changing experience. Well, of course it was, in many ways, but one thing I learned was that the way a person deals with grief is an individual thing. It is not a choice. Some become depressed, listless, and lose their appetite, their will to carry on, to function. For some it is the opposite. They indulge in reckless conduct, abandon their principles, over-eat, or drink too much. Some behave promiscuously. Perhaps the latter statement in some way excuses, or at least explains, the way my sister and I acted after the death of our father. The way I see it, sex is the polar opposite of death. Death drives people apart in pain, sadness and despair. Sex brings two people together with tenderness, happiness and love. Sex can, in some instances, be an antidote to grief and sorrow.

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I would have thought that we, Mother, my sister Callie and I, would not have been too much saddened by Father’s demise. After all, he’d been sick for years, comatose in the hospice for a long time, so we really lost him long before his actual death. But in fact we all three were profoundly affected by his end. Mother was one of those who retreated into her shell, depressed. Lost. Broken. Callie and I were the reverse.

Our family did not possess a car, so we three travelled to the funeral on the suburban electric train. After the service, a very subdued affair given the circumstances, Uncle Mike, Mother’s brother, was very concerned by her shocked and bewildered behaviour.

He informed me of the sensible decision he had made. “Cameron, your mother is in no fit state to travel home by train, so I will drive her. You and Callista will have to take the train though, because I only have room for one with my wife and kids on board.”

“Sure Uncle Mike,” I agreed, “Thank you. We’ll be fine on the train.”

Unbeknownst to we funeral-goers a major meltdown of the whole train system had occurred, resulting in unprecedented overcrowding. At the train-station we could not at first even gain access to the platform.

Ultimately this did not present too great a problem. I am a rather large nineteen-year-old, called Cam. I am not far shy of two metres tall. Six-four in feet and inches, and am a bit overweight even for my height. My sister Callie is eighteen, shorter than me, but still above average height and perhaps a bit overweight too, but curvy, big breasted. I wish I could say we were, or are we are, handsome, beautiful, but I’d be telling a lie. We possess just unremarkable, every-day looks. Probably because of our less-than-perfect appearance, we were inexperienced in the sex and romance department.

Pardon my digressing, I’ll get back to the jam-packed railway-station.

“Oh Cam.” my sister squeezed my arm, “Just look at that crowd. We’ll never get home.”

I tried to reassure her. “We’ll manage somehow.”

Tears brimmed in her eyes. “It’s not fair. Haven’t we suffered enough? Now this! Just look at all these stupid people!”

Our grief was beginning to express itself as rage against the world. I moved forward aggressively. “Come on. Follow me.”

We shoved our way through the mass of people. Like a pair of irate buffalo we waded through the crowd of smaller, lesser beings, intending to force our way onto the very next train.

Callie spoke from behind me. “I’ll have to hang on to you so we don’t get separated.”

I felt her arms wrap around waist. “Okay. Hang on tight.”

Under normal circumstances, my sister and I never hugged and rarely ever so much as touched. Even as I battled through the crowd, to have her hands on my body seemed to me to be disobeying some entrenched code of conduct. A taboo was being broken. It was out of character for we two docile individuals. Our bullying behaviour was also uncharacteristic. We offered no ‘excuse mes’ or ‘pardons’ or whatever. We were sad, angry, careless of the feelings of others. Some of the long-suffering commuters were angry too, at the long delay they had suffered. A dusty man in a high-viz shirt grabbed my arm and pulled me around to face him.

“Watch it Fat-Boy,” he roared.

Despite my impressive size I had previously never fought in my life, but I had played out all kinds of fight scenarios in my mind, though not once had the guts to act on them.

Not until that moment. “Take your hand off me, you piece of shit.” I snarled.

In my fantasies I had concluded that a pre-emptive strike was key and that legs were stronger than arms. Fuelled by anger and grief I ferociously drove my knee for his balls, but due to my lack of skill, I missed my intended target and connected with his thigh. He yowled his pain, and reeled away into the throng.

“Way to go Cam!” Callie cheered, thrusting me forward Gaziantep Escort Reklamları with her strong young body solidly against my back.

We managed to force our way to an almost front-row position just as a train pulled in to the platform.

I turned to Callie. “Hold on to me again. God knows when there’ll be another trains after this one. No matter what it takes, we are getting on.”

The train was already crowded, and all seats were occupied, of course. Standing face-to-face, we two held on to the overhead rail provided for the purpose. More and more desperate commuters jammed into the over-full carriage. Soon Callie and I were literally face-to-face. And knee-to-knee, chest to chest etcetera, surrounded by a tight-packed sea of anxious humanity.

The shockingly overloaded train began its snail-paced swaying journey. Callie’s big soft tits rolled across my chest. I could smell her perfume, her breath, the femaleness of her underarm sweat. I felt an inappropriate tightening in my balls. I looked down into my sister’s eyes and saw them again filled with tears.

I felt an intense wave of love for her. “Don’t cry. It’s gonna be alright.” I contrived to wrangle my free arm around her and kissed her forehead.

She, with a struggle, was able to worm her free arm around me and drew me even closer, if that were possible in the appalling crush. We held each other tight, Callie shaking with silent sobs. My eyes teared-up, in sympathy with her, and in sadness at my own loss. Tears beaded on my sister’s cheek. She had one arm stretched up to the train’s overhead rail and with the sardine-like crowd couldn’t extricate the other to wipe her eyes. I couldn’t move my arms to do it for her so I bent my head and oblivious to the people around us, I kissed the saltiness from her cheek. She responded with a brief kiss to the corner of my mouth and by surging her lower body against mine. Or was the press of the swaying crowd responsible? I don’t know. My cock didn’t care about the reason. It didn’t care either that Callie was my sister. It reacted as it was created to do with a female body in such close proximity. In a moment my hard-on, which like the rest of my body is big and thick, was jammed against Callie’s firm warm torso. The train rocked and lurched. Callie’s breasts slid and jiggled back and forth on my body. My erection did likewise on her tummy.

At first I was hugely mortified. Then a recklessness born of my grief overtook my common sense. The peculiar situation, though embarrassing, felt good, gave me something to contemplate other than death and sorrow. I wasn’t sure what Callie was thinking and though I figured I’d be ashamed later, somehow I just didn’t care. Let things run their course. Right or wrong, good or bad. Go with the flow. I’d take pleasure from whatever I could. The erotic nature of our body-contact had washed away much of the rage and gloom that weighed me down. I thought, well I hoped, she felt the same.

Even though I felt reckless, I couldn’t bring myself to look at my sister’s face in case she was appalled by the indecent nature of my reaction, which was blatantly and obviously sexual, as evidenced by my extreme erection.

After a while, Carrie murmured. “I’m so glad you’re here with me Cam.”

She stood on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek and the corner of my mouth again, longer and stronger this time.

So prompted, I did dare to look at her. “And I’m glad you’re here with me too.”

She blinked away the last of her tears, smiled a sweet little smile, then turned her head to rest her cheek against my shoulder. Her hair just under my nose smelt of her coconut shampoo. She wasn’t grossed out then. I hoped she was enjoying the distraction of our improper body-to-body contact as much as I was.

Our journey continued in much the same way until we finally arrived at our destination.

As the train shuddered to a stop, Callie spoke. “Hold my hand Cam.” She sounded panicky, “In this crush I’m scared I’ll be left behind.”

I seized her hand and managed to extricate us from the unyielding mass of humanity still jammed into the carriage. As the cool dusk descended on the quiet streets of our suburb we set out on the longish walk home. Callie clung to my hand like a drowning person. Her palm was sweaty but it felt good to console her and I must admit I felt comforted by her touch.

We were both lightly dressed, me in a long-sleeved black shirt and black pants, Callie in a summery black dress. The chilly night air was a brisk contrast to the train’s oppressive heat.

“Ooh, It’s freezing,” Callie complained.

“Come here.” I said, releasing her hand to wrap my arm around her so we paced along in step, like kids in a ‘three-legged’ race.

My hand was high up on her rib-cage, under her armpit so I could keep her pressed against me as we walked. I could feel the edge of her bra-cup and in my new-found reckless mind-set my fingertips traced the soft swell of the side of her ample breast. She crossed her arms over her front probably to try to conserve her body-heat and slid a hand over my wandering hand. I thought her intention was to stop me from further exploration but was encouraged when, after a couple of reassuring pats, she released my fingers. Naturally I continued, more boldly, reaching further around her to cup her breast and fondle it lightly. Our walking speed slowed so we were barely moving, both of us intent on what I was doing. Perhaps I was taking advantage of her vulnerability, but it was actually Callie who took things further.

It was she who stopped us in the inky shadow of a street tree. “Cam, hold me like you did on the train. It made me feel so much better.”

We embraced, hungry arms pulling each other close. My already hard cock again mashed against her belly, her big squashy tits against my chest like before. I looked down. Callie kissed the corner of my mouth again. I moved my lips to meet hers fully and our illicit kiss grew in passion, became wetter and wilder. Her pointy tongue sought and found mine.

My emotions were in total overload. In my masturbation fantasies I’d never really considered my sister as a possible sexual partner, but at that moment there was no one I had ever wanted more. Over her clothing, I kneaded Callie’s soft bottom cheeks then pulled her skirt up, and lightly slid my hands over the back of her thighs and hips. Her tightly stretched sheer pantyhose had the strangest texture, like nothing I’d ever felt before. Both rough and smooth at the same time, making for a kind of electric buzz against my fingertips. I could tell she wore nothing under the tights and the thought inflamed me even more. I moved my hand around to the front of her thigh. Our mouths were still locked together and my searching fingers made her breath hiss even more loudly through her nostrils. I reached between her legs and cupped the moist heat of her mound. I fondled her, caressed her, reaching through her parted thighs, pressing up with my palm, then trailing my fingers up her belly toward her navel.

She broke the kiss to moan into my mouth. “Mmm. Oh God, Cam, ooh…”

I momentarily paused my explorations when I felt Callie’s hand fumbling at the front of my trousers. She slid my zip down and reached inside to clasp my fat cock. I shivered with excitement at her touch despite the barrier of my boxers that prevented full contact.

“Callie, Callie, I love that.” I whispered. “I love you.”

I reached higher, seeking entry to her pantyhose via the waistband. The flimsy garment was very strong and tight, but extremely elastic, easily stretching to accommodate my big hand and forearm. My cold fingers moved down her warm belly making her gasp. I teased her softly curling pubic hair and sought her vagina. I found it, squishy-wet and hot. I was touching it. Callie’s cunt. My darling sister’s bare pussy.

By this time Callie had managed to gain entry to my underpants. My huge cock-head almost filled her small hand, oozing excitement into her palm as her fingertips curled under the flaring rim. The sensation was beyond my imagining. My legs were trembling, I was hyperventilating.

Suddenly we were enveloped in blinding white light. In our sensual frenzy we took long seconds to realise it was the headlights of a passing car. We abruptly, dazedly parted. Came back to guilty reality. Frantically adjusted our clothes.

“Shit! Who was that?” Callie worried. “Reckon they saw us?”

“Probably not,” I reasoned. “We’re wearing dark clothes.”

“Yeah, I guess…” She seemed unconvinced. “What were we thinking? We would be in all sorts of trouble if that was Uncle Mike or a neighbour and they recognised us. Saw us, you know, kissing and stuff…”

“It’s alright Callie.” I manufactured an excuse. “They wouldn’t have seen much. You were upset. Sad. I was hugging you. Perfectly normal. Innocent.”

She heaved a sigh of relief, took my hand and started us walking again, “You’re right. We’re okay.” She swung our hands across my body to nudge the massive bulge in my pants. “Maybe not so innocent though.”

I gave her hand a squeeze, tried to make excuses, to rationalise. “Look, I hope you don’t feel bad, or, er, guilty or anything. I don’t. I know we shouldn’t have done that, but I reckon normal rules don’t apply to me, to us, just now.”

Callie returned my hand press with a kind of caress. “I think the same. Sure we are brother and sister but if we want to be… close, it’s nobody else’s business. I just couldn’t care less about what is the so-called rules say is right or wrong. I want to do whatever takes away the sadness, anything to make up for the years of waiting, hoping but knowing it was hopeless.”

I was pleased at her logic. “Yep. That’s exactly what I think too.”

She exhaled a long breath. “You are the only person in the whole world who could possibly know what I’m feeling.”

I agreed. “I know exactly what you mean, nothing we did, or do, is wrong. We are totally on the same page then. Being like that with you is so good, so right, it can’t be wrong or improper. Touching you makes me whole again, repairs the damage done. Even holding your hand like this helps.”

My sister nodded vigorously, eager to concur.

Though I fervently wished we would, we didn’t engage in any more romance before we arrived home to find Uncle Mike and his family waiting for us so they could leave.

“Your mother is in bed. I gave her a sleeping pill.” He explained. “She’s exhausted, physically and emotionally. She’ll sleep now, it’s the best thing for her.”

We nodded wordlessly, feeling more than a little guilty about our unseemly behaviour on our journey home.

I forced myself to speak. “Thanks Uncle Mike, Auntie Mary. You’ve done enough. We’ll be right.”

They quickly took their leave and Callie and I were alone in our brightly lit kitchen. We were suddenly shy and avoided looking at each other while eating the sandwiches Auntie Mary left for us.

Callie gulped down a cup of scalding tea. “Right Cam. I’m for a long hot shower and into bed. I’m exhausted too.”

“Okay Sis. I’ll tidy up here and shower when you’re done. Bed sounds like a great idea. It’s been a big day.”

When I finally got into the shower cubicle it was still warm from when Callie had used it. With the soothing hot water raining down on me, I quickly became aware that the steamy little booth smelt of her, causing an almost instant erection. Her coconut shampoo-conditioner was in the shower-caddy so I squirted a generous dollop into my hand. I inhaled the perfume of it as I lathered my crotch and leaned my back against the wall. I conjured up an image of her wet naked body standing right where I was standing as I revelled in the slipperiness of the suds on my cock and slowly masturbated to a shuddering orgasm.

“Cam?” A couple of hours later Callie’s loud whisper issued from the darkness somewhere near my door. “Are you awake?”

‘Well I am now’ I thought. “Yeah. What’s up? Can’t sleep?”

“No, I can’t seem to drop off,” she answered, tugging at my blankets. “I’m cold. I’m frightened. Can I get in with you?”

She didn’t wait for an answer, just flung herself in next to me and in seconds we were cuddled up together. There was no skin-to-skin contact. I wore my pyjama pants and a tee-shirt, Callie was in her usual, unfeminine flannelette pyjama suit she had purchased from a menswear department. Rumpled, striped and baggy, her pants, like mine, had a cord-tie waist. Her matching top, also striped, was like a jacket with a collar, and buttoned right down the front. Passion-killer one would think. One could be wrong.

“Cam,” Callie murmured, her throat tight, close to tears, “I’m worried about the future. What will we do? I feel so lost. So alone.”

“We’ll be alright.” I answered. “I love you. I’m here for you, and after all, we’ve been without Father for months now. He’s been asleep in the hospice for so long.”

My words, meant to bring comfort, unfortunately brought back the sadness we both had felt during those past months.

Silent sobs shook Callie as she gave in to her despair. A few of her tears wet my cheek. A few of mine mingled with hers. Her breasts, wondrously soft liberated from the confines of a bra, trembled against me. Her closeness, her warmth, her perfume was intoxicating. Despite the relief I had obtained from my shower masturbation session, desire again swept my sorrow away but I managed to control myself, and my poor little sister drifted off to sleep. Her belly rose and fell with the rhythm of her slow steady breathing, heedless of my rock-hard cock. At some point, I too faded away to slumber-land.

Hours later I struggled into semi-wakefulness. Reddish early morning sunlight painted my ceiling.

A vibrant, warm young female body snuggled against me. “Morning Sleepy-Head,” it said.

Callie, of course. And my erection was as still touching her. She must have felt it. How could she not?

Obviously she didn’t mind, for she kissed me in a most un-sisterly way, her tongue parting my sleepy lips. Full awareness returned to me and I responded eagerly.

Minutes later she broke off the kiss. “Cam.” She said, “Oh I feel so…I keep thinking about on the train and walking home. These last years with Father so ill robbed me of romance; of boyfriends. I’ve wanted to be near a boy, like I was, am, near to you. And for you it must’ve been the same. You’ve never, er, had a girlfriend, have you?”

“No, no girlfriend.” I admitted, then, unashamed, “No sex. Well, you know, only by myself.”

Callie giggled, parted her thighs and pushed her arm down between us so her palm cupped her pussy and her knuckles brushed my cock.

“Same here.” She admitted cheekily. “Only by myself and I’m so worked up right now, I’m nearly bursting. I desperately need to…”

“Callie,” I whispered, shaking with excitement. “Go on. Do it. Here. Now.”

“You mean…Oh I couldn’t.” She looked into my eyes.

I kissed her pouted wet lips. “Yes you can. Please. For me, for us both.”

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Tonight I find myself standing outside my school in the freezing cold waiting to be picked up by I girl I have never met, a girl I have never even talked to on the phone. Yes we have chatted for about a month now but only through e-mails, IM’s, and text messages. To say I’m a little nervous is an understatement. What if she doesn’t like me or I her? After about 15 minutes of freezing my balls off a white car pulls up. Its was Kristy.

I get in her car and we share a few minutes of awkward silence before we finally start to really talk for the first time. I learn all kinds of things about her and her family and she starts to learn about me. Eventually we turn to the topic of sex. It turns out she was still a virgin but she was no stranger to oral. I told her a little bit about my past and the fact that I had only been with a couple of girls. In high school I didn’t lose my virginity until I was 18. Well need less to say that all the talk about sex was getting us pretty worked up. We had just finished our dinner so we decide to go out for a drive.

Before I tell you what happened next I think I should Gaziantep Elden Ücret Alan Escort describe us. Kristi is a real beauty. She just turned 21 a few weeks earlier and she is just so cute. She is 5’5″ and has a nice body. Her ass is so cute and tight that you just can’t help but stare at it and her tits are cute little B cup. She has curly brown hair and brown eyes. I am 5’11” with red hair and blue eyes.

So back to our first date at this point we have been driving around my town for about a half hour. As we are driving I remember a great little spot to bring Kristy to. When we get there we get out of the car and head down to the river. So at first the two of us are just staring at the river and the stars talking and the next thing I know we are kissing each other. As we are kissing each other I start to slowly rub up and down her tight little body. I move her up against the picnic table and sit her down on the bench. Sitting on the bench I lean down and start to slowly message her breast. Its cold out here by the river but at this point we really don’t care we are both way to horny. I pull her shirt and bra up and I start to play with her beautiful tits. Her nipples are about the size of quarters and they were very hard from the cold and how horny she was.

I really start playing with her nipples sucking one then the other. I would lightly kiss one before I slowly started moving my tongue back and forth over them. I take turns rubbing and pinching her hard nipples while I suck the other one. I am amazed after about 5 minutes she really starts to moan. “Oh, oh God Jay” she screams “keep going I’m going to cum!” She smiles at me and says she has never cum before from someone just playing with her nipples before. She tells me to lean back and she starts to pull my pants off. God that bench was to cold for me to sit on I had to stand up. She gets down on her knees and starts to suck my hard 7 inch dick.

I quickly find out that Kristy is very good at giving head. As I said earlier Kristy is still a virgin but she has great oral skills. Standing by the river side I can hear the cars on the Interstate that is near by and one stray thought pops in my mind and that was gee I hope no one notices. I watch as she licks my balls and she tells me how hot I have made her. I keep thinking to myself now this is how all first dates should be. Kristy starts to suck on one ball and then the other while she is stroking my hard dick. She starts to slowly lick her way back up to the head of my dick which she swallows. She slowly starts to take my whole shaft into her mouth. A little at a time my hard dick disappears into her until my whole 7 inches are down her throat. She starts to pick up speed faster and faster. She then stops and slowly pulls my dick out of her mouth and she starts to suck and lick the head of my cock. She strokes my dick up and down and tells me she wants me to cum in her mouth that she just loves to swallow. What a great girl I just love it when a girl will suck my juices down! She starts pumping faster while only sucking on the top half of my dick. This is too much for me so after 15 minutes of her sucking me I finally shoot my load down her throat.

She stands up and I pull her into a passionate kiss which feels like an eternity but could have only been a couple of minutes. I could taste my salty cum on her tongue and lips but I didn’t care I was starting to realize that I had a great new girl.

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I cup my hands under her ass as she reclines on the bed, lifting her to me like a man drinking from a bowl. I draw in a breath and take her clit into my mouth, rolling my tongue across it in undulations and she inhales as if in pain.

This was the first image that had popped into my head when she came to the door, dressed for our date like she had polled my id for the outfit that would drive me craziest. Carnal thoughts drove out all others when I saw the low-slung jeans, her full ass rounding the denim, her hair pulled back into two, long pigtails (oh please, please leave the pigtails in when we fuck, please), an innocent coquette and an earthy Lolita in one. I could only think of disappearing between her thighs and tasting her.

The picture of her upturned face in ecstasy haunted me, turned my mind from dinner table chit-chat, from making correct change at Ben and Jerry’s (oh dear god, she bought a cone, licking the cone and it dripped to her fingers and she licked them too, oh god), distracted me while I tried to be charming.

I watched the olive skin of her face crinkle like crushed silk by her eyes when she smiled and her dark eyes glanced downward at her fingernails, tracing shapeless patterns in the condensation on the table Gaziantep Elden Ödeme Alan Escort from her beer (later she’s tracing those same patterns through my hair as I lick the inside of her thigh). Her voice is light and has just the slightest hint of a breathiness (but it can be loud and guttural, filled with pleasure), like a sigh is always hovering at the edge of her throat.

I force myself to do everything slowly back at her apartment. I open the wine slowly, walk slowly to the living room (and she has her shoes off there, her feet bare, stretched out before her as she lies back), wait patiently for her to move her feet so I can sit but instead she lifts both legs straight up (don’t look at that curve of buttock, the joining of leg to groin that leads to a softly defined mound, don’t look at it), I sit down and she places those perfect feet in my lap. I hand her the glass of wine and she watches me from above the rim. I sip slowly and she follows suit, also slowly because she savors everything (a drop of wine on her lips and her tongue darts out to catch it and I am doomed) and she rests the glass on her belly, soft and ever so slightly rounded.

How do I maintain my composure? Flashes of pictures in my head, a film projector gone haywire flickers all the things my body is telling me to do, all the things my hands long to touch and probe, the places my tongue yearns to taste, the sweaty joints where our bodies will meet. She smiles (that smile, it’s the same when hair is stuck to her damp forehead and she’s catching her breath) and she’s telling me about her very first date. Dry, self-deprecating jokes about clumsy kisses while I strain to listen attentively, but she’s moving a finger around her own belly button and along the downy hairs that trail from it to her waist and onward. I shift in my seat, careful not to disturb her beautiful feet resting in my lap, but moving one heel from the erection that is now painfully straining against it (she feels it, I know she does).

I catch her glance and she knows her words have only part of my attention. Dark eyes glint over ruby wine and that finger still traces lazily up and down and the button of her jeans is now open, like magic, without my seeing it. I am in her spell utterly and I feel warmth suffuse my skin. I watch like a man being hypnotized, her hand carry her glass to rest on the table and return to her belly, pushing her shirt up just slightly, the fabric bunching against her delicate finger (soft panties, bunched against her ankle later, and still later against my cheek as she playfully teases me with them), and I’m treated to 2 more inches of precious skin, velvet treasure.

My breaking point’s near. I can feel my will splintering like green wood and she sees it, sees the steam in my eyes and the trembling pressure beneath my lips and in my groin. I place my glass on the table too, hand trembling slightly (a small shudder, in her shoulders, when I place my mouth over the hollow of her throat in bed, and lick the space there, breathing warm and softly) and turn to her with what I hope is an expectant smile. She sits up, bends forward at the waist (flexible, yes, flexible enough to pin her feet behind my ears, scrabbling at my arms with her nails as I piston in and out of her, our shouts competing for the last echo in my room), and she kisses me.

Her mouth tastes of wine and cloves and water, her tongue snakes slowly between her teeth and then between mine, her hand on my neck (that pulse I feel like the one under my fingers on her wrist, holding her hand as she clutches for my head, begging me to stop and not to stop as she comes in explosive waves), and I fall. I fall into her, into her mouth and her eyes, into her skin and her hair, into her arms and her thighs, into her pussy and her breasts, I fall into her and I beg her never to let me out.

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Internet ‘Hook-Up’

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Creampie

I’ve been an active bi-sexual guy for most of my life…since I was about 17. I’m now 58, married and have two kids in their early 20’s, and live in Central NJ. I’ve been married for 37 years to the same girl. She’s a wonderful person and I love her deeply. She however, has no idea of my bi-sexual side. Neither do my children. For that matter, I’m not out at all and keep my bi-sexual live very well guarded.

Throughout my adulthood I would stop at adult bookstores and adult movie theaters for my gay experiences…and believe me, I had many of them. I never had a problem finding some action at one of these places. There are a lot of horny guys out there looking for some physical stimulation. It wasn’t until I turned 51 that I decided it was time to subscribe to the internet. I quickly found my way into some porno sites and then into some gay chat rooms. The chat was pretty hot and I found a new way to get some action.

I love having my cock sucked…and love having my ass eaten out.

I also love sucking a nice hard cock, but never really cared for or attempted to eat someone’s ass. But have my licked and sucked, and I was putty in the guys hands and will do absolutely anything he says. My ass is probably the most sensitive part of my body and when a guy comes up behind me and starts to play with my ass…I’m totally his slave, and submit myself to him completely.

Over the years I had many encounters with guys but not too many of them were found on the internet. A couple of years ago, I placed an ad on one of the personals under the gay section and I received an email from a guy in a neighboring town. He described himself as a mature black man with an 8″ cock and would love to hook up with me. He didn’t figure it would ever happen, but he sent the response to my ad anyway. He told me his name was Damon and he would like the opportunity to meet me. I sent him a reply thanking him for answering my personal and have him my aol aim name.

One day, while working online, a message pops up and it was Damon. He says, “Hi.”

When I saw the message, I got instantly hard. I replied, “Hi.”

We chatted a little and we gave each other a more physical description of each other. He told me he was 48, 5′ 11,” dark black skin,

230#, and had an thick 8″uncut cock that Gaziantep Elden Para Alan Escort he would love to use on me.

I said, “when?”

He replied, “Can you get away now?”

I told him, “I’ll see you in 20 minutes.” While chatting on line, I told him how sensitive my ass is to physical attention, and how much I like being kissed.

I got to his house, parked and went up to the door and as I was reaching to ring the doorbell, the door swung open and he greeted me with a huge smile and hello. He guided me in the house…we got as far as the living room, he turned around and wrapped his arms around me and gave me the deepest, most sensual kiss I think I ever had. His tongue immediately entered my mouth and tried to snake it’s way down my throat. I wrapped my arms around his neck

and pulled him into me. His hands went to my ass and he was grabbing me and squeezing me and pulling me against his groin. I could feel his cock against me and if felt fabulous.

The kiss broke and we both moaned in unison into each other’s mouths. He took my hand and pulled me into the bedroom, where he locked me up in another tongue swallowing kiss that seemed to last forever. All my resistance, not that there was any to start with, was gone and I realized that I was his to do with as he wished.

He said to me, “Get undressed.”

Without saying a word, I removed all my clothes and threw them on the chair near the bed.

As I removed my underwear, he was sitting on the bed the whole time watching me, he leaned back and I could see a huge tent had formed in his sweat pants caused by his cock. I couldn’t wait to see it and I went to my knees and reached up to the waist of his sweats and tugged them down as he raised himself up off the bed to help me. His cock sprang out and it nearly hit me in the face. It was staring at me through it’s foreskin (he was uncut), and I tell you, at that moment, an entire army couldn’t have prevented me from leaning forward and taking that huge black cock in my mouth. I was on my knees, taking my rightful place, before him as I began my worship of his cock. I could hear him gasp air as my lips engulfed his cock and wrapped around them. My tongue swirled around his head and between the foreskin and the head…and he leaned back, taking my head in his hands and groaned. I was totally thrilled with the results…it got harder and bigger.

I’ve never been able to get past the gag reflex while sucking a big cock, but with his, I was determined.

I looked up into his eyes, took his cock out of my mouth, and said, “I want to deep throat you, but I’ll need a lot of practice.”

He smiled back at me and said, “Take all the time you like, I’m totally loving the attention you’re giving my cock. I can stay hard for a long time, so practice all you want.”

I did just that. I kept trying different angles until finally, I guess my throat muscles relaxed enough, or just gave up trying to resist this huge log, that I felt his pubic hairs against my nose. My throat felt completely filled, and when I realized that I had taken him completely, I gagged and coughed him out, only to take him deep again, this time without any ill effect. He began fucking my face and I think he was ready to cum when all of a sudden he pulled me off his cock, pulled me up to his face and kissed me with more passion than before, which was incredible.

He said to me, “I don’t want to cum in your mouth, because now I want to fuck your pussy.”

Telling me he wanted to fuck my pussy made me melt. I never really referred to my asshole as a pussy, but he claimed it as being `his pussy’. I guess that made me `his pussyboy’. How delightful that thought was for me.

He rolled me over on my back, took my ankles in his hands, and raising and spreading them, aligned himself directly with my now raised `pussy’. He spread some lube on my asshole and hit his target on the first try. I felt him pressing against my pussy and apply some pressure. I felt his head spread my pussylips and they opened with absolutely no resistance. His head in, he held it there until I felt accustomed to its size. Once I did, and it didn’t take very long as I was on fire, I started moving a little to signal him he should proceed.

I could feel every inch of his 8″ sliding into me and filling me beyond belief. It felt absolutely magnificent. It was a feeling I never felt before and I never wanted it to stop.

Once he had his entire length inside me, he held it there for a while, leaned down and filled my mouth with his hot, long, wet tongue. I couldn’t believe how I felt. I was being fucked in my pussy by his huge cock at

the same time my mouth was being fucked by his tongue.

Suddenly, I felt movement and he began to withdraw his cock from my pussy. I began to panic, until he reversed the movement and thrust it back into me again, beginning the fucking of my white slut pussy. He fucked and fucked me until I almost passed out, then he pulled out of me and gave his cock a few quick strokes and shot a gallon of his cum all over me. His orgasm was so powerful, the first shot of cum hit me right in the face, symbolically marking me as his.

Exhausted, he lay down on the bed next to me and we snuggled. We started to kiss again, and then he said, “let’s clean up. You can take a shower if you like.”

I love taking a shower with a guy, so I said, “Will you join me?”

He said, “sure, let me get it ready.”

We got into the shower together, and started soaping each other up. I had the soap in my hand and dropped it on purpose. I turned away from him, bent down to pick up the soap, and pressed my pussy against his fully soaped and hard again cock. The result probably isn’t a surprise to anyone. He very easily slipped that hard, soapy cock inside my pussy again.

I leaned back into him and wrapped my arm around behind me and around his neck and pulled him into another deep mouth fucking kiss. I couldn’t believe how on fire we both were.

He pumped my pussy for about ten minutes again under the hot shower when he said, “I’m about to cum.”

I said, “Please cum on my face.”

He said, “Get on your knees slut.”

I spun around and quickly got on my knees just in time to feel his first shot as it hit me right on my lips. Then on my forehead, eye and nose. Once he stopped shooting, I took his cock and rubbed it all over my face as I said to him, “Now I’m your Bitch. Now you’ve marked me with your black cum and I’m yours forever.”

He smiled down at me with a knowing that what I was saying to him was true.

We finished our shower, dried off and returned to his bed for some more kissing and hugging. Both totally drained, we talked about future get-togethers. This was one black man I was most definitely going to see again.

I will write about some more of my adventures with him, so please let me know what you thought of this. You can write me at the address in my profile with comments, good or bad.

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Hound Dogs

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This story is like the rest of my stories in that I do not write them with much descriptive sex in them. I like to think that my style is more of describing the chase, than the actual catch. It is just a quirk I have, although this story should have enough facts for you to fill it in if you use your imagination. The idea for this story came one day when the wife dragged me off shopping. After a lunch my mind wandered off on its own while I waited at one store or another for the wife.

I have to thank (Hale1) for the fine editing skills without which this effort would not be readable. It never fails, when I get a work back I always have to change something so any mistakes are mine.

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A while back the four of us were shopping in the largest mall for a hundred miles. My wife, Alice and I were shopping with our friends Beth and Jim. Alice and Beth just had to do this trip twice a year and Jim and I accommodated them by going along: Mostly to make sure they didn’t get carried away and empty our accounts buying that outfit they just had to have. The girls also needed pack mules to carry their purchases and we were the only pack mules they knew. That’s what they told us anyway.

They had killed the morning going from shop to shop, and I’m sure they had hit some of those stores twice. It sure felt like it anyway. Jim and I had gotten a few things we needed like that new skill saw and a few new wrenches we didn’t have at home. You know the important stuff. At least the two of us felt like we hadn’t wasted the time on this trip.

It was coming up to lunch time, and Jim and I were starving. A few years back on one of these shopping safaris the wives had agreed that we guys could choose where we ate lunch. I guess they wanted us to feel like we were appreciated for more than our wallets and strong arms. Jim and I knew they felt sorry for us being used as pack mules being dragged from one store to another, so when they had conceded the point on lunches to us we were happy. At least we could get the biggest and juiciest burgers in the mall and they wouldn’t complain too much. Yeah right, if you believe that I know about this bridge that’s going cheap.

The first restaurant we saw that day was a place called “Hound Dogs”. Jim and I had heard the hullabaloo about this place when it opened two months ago, so naturally that’s where we decided we were going to eat.

The girls objected at first but we reminded them of our agreement and they relented. That is one thing about the two of them, if they agreed to do something they would do anything to keep that agreement rather than face the two of us teasing them about being Indian givers or deal breakers or any other saying we could come up with.

The restaurant was a rip off of the very popular restaurant chain “Hooters.” The waitresses were all scantily clad females and the main things on the menu were burgers and beer. Oh sure they had some other things like ribs, and they even had a salad or two, but they were in business to serve men, and the waitress’s dress code was the thing that brought in the guys.

As we entered the restaurant we did take some heat from our wives about our choice of the eating establishment. Jim and I reminded them that if we had to traipse around with them all day looking interested while they tried on one outfit after another we deserved the freedom of our choice. They finally conceded that we had the choice of where we ate on these shopping trips and reluctantly followed us inside.

Sure enough a pair of double D cups on a cute brunette met us at the door. Jim and I sure enjoyed the wiggling ass she displayed as she led us to our table. After taking our drink orders and giving us all a menu she strolled off.

The first thing we saw on the menu was a notice that if we ordered their burgers they would be served by a waitress with the same sized boobs as the corresponding letter in the menu. That being, an A was a 3/8 lb. Burger served by a waitress in an A cup bra, B was a ¼ lb burger, and C was a 5/8 lb burger, and the D was a ¾ lb burger. You get the idea.

Jim and I jokingly made a big deal out of deciding which size of burger to order and the girls gave us a rough time by telling us not to bite off more than we could chew. That got some chuckles from the table behind us.

I should describe the uniforms the waitresses wore in this place. The bottoms were Daisy Duke super shorts in a bright red colour. Heck the belt line was so low they looked like they would fall off if the waitress wiggled too hard and the cut in the rear was so high half of the waitress’s buns were on display. They were so tight they almost looked like they were painted on. We could definitely see the camel toe that’s for sure. When the waitresses got closer those shorts almost looked like they were see through they were so thin, and the name Hound Dogs was stencilled in a pattern all over them in small letters. On the rear of these shorts the word BUN was Gaziantep Otele Gelen Escort stencilled in capitol letters on each cheek.

The tops they wore were string bikini tops that matched the colour, fabric and pattern of the shorts and there was no mistaking that those tops displayed more than they hid. Our waitress brought our drinks and took our order. As she walked away Jim commented that it was a real treat to see a waitress kneading those BUNS before they went into the oven. Our wives didn’t appreciate that comment for some reason.

When our orders were delivered the waitress with the corresponding boob size to the menu item brought out the order. I guess that’s why they sold a lot of big burgers here. Jim and I had decided that C was going to be our order. Our wives told us that we probably should have chosen something smaller as they started on their salads.

At this point I will describe our wives and the relationship we had with them. Our two wives were both five foot five and were pretty much the same shape. Actually they both went to the same gym and worked hard to keep those shapes. They both had athletically shapely figures, with tight asses, on great legs. The only difference’s between our two wives was in their hair colour and their boob sizes. Alice, my wife, had brown hair and her boobs were a solid C cup, while Beth’s were only an A cup and she was a blond. Beth’s boob size was a bit of a sore spot for her but both Jim and I told her that it didn’t really matter. Of course she didn’t believe us.

Alice and I had first met Jim and Beth at a neighbourhood greet and meet party shortly after we had moved onto our acreage. They had moved into a place just down the road a bit from us the week before we moved into the area. So the four of us were newbies in the area. At that party as we met all the neighbours, the four of us realized that we were the only ones for miles around in our age group. Everyone else was almost a senior citizen. The neighbours were nice though, and we got along well with them.

It wasn’t long until we found ourselves doing most of our socializing together. We became instant friends, and like good friends do, there was the usual good-natured bickering and teasing going on back and forth.

Jim worked in an industrial job, while Beth settled for driving a school bus, which gave her lots of time to take care of their place. Alice was an office manager, and I was a partner in a hardware store.

We soon settled into a routine around our work hours. I worked late on Fridays and worked Saturdays and had Sunday and Monday off. Jim had normal hours of nine to five, as did Alice. That allowed Jim and Alice who worked within a half mile of each other to commute together and take turns driving. Beth was home every day after her morning bus run, free to do what she wanted until about two thirty when she had to do her afternoon run.

To kill my time off every Monday morning I made cinnamon buns. I had been doing this since my mother asked me for help one day when I was about fifteen years old. They turned out great and I got a reputation for making the best buns around and no, I won’t tell you my secret ingredient. Out of pride and habit I just kept on making them for something to do. I got up very early every Monday morning and made a whole whack of them. As soon as the neighbours had sampled them I usually had requests for orders from them too, and because I was making them anyway it was no trouble to double or triple the batch size.

Beth absolutely loved cinnamon buns, so we met every Monday after her bus run to have fresh ones. It didn’t take to long after we met to alternate homes to have our Monday morning coffee and buns.

Speaking of coffee, Beth’s coffee was a standing joke amongst us. She had fallen in love with some special Turkish coffee. She had the grounds special ordered from back east somewhere and even bought a special coffee maker. This coffee was as strong as anything, and I’m sure you could stand your spoon up in the middle of it. If you could drink a cup of this molasses you would have a buzz on for the rest of the day. As you can imagine nobody else could stand that battery acid, but Beth drank it like water. At their house Jim had his own coffee machine that was for him and company only. Beth went everywhere with her coffee because she refused to drink any other kind.

While Beth and I met Monday mornings for our coffee and fresh buns, Jim and Alice met at Jim’s place every Friday night for movie night. Just after we had met each other, the two of them had found out that they both had a love for old western movies. Why old westerns? Hell I don’t know, or really care because I had no interest in them and was happy Alice found someone else to watch them with. At least I didn’t have to suffer through watching them anymore. The two of them lived for those Friday evenings watching them in front of Jim’s big projection screen.

Beth was like me and had no interest in old westerns so I was happy I worked Friday evenings and most times I didn’t get home until eleven or twelve. On Fridays Beth skipped out of watching those old westerns and arranged to have a standing date to visit her sister. Knowing Jim and Alice were going to watch one of those ridiculous westerns right after supper Beth left immediately after she and Jim threw all the supper dishes in the dishwasher.

It was funny to watch Jim and Alice when we went shopping around town. The two of them detoured to check out every garage sale, shop that sold old or used movies, and junk shop to find those old movies. They bought every old western movie they could get their hands on. To each his own I guess.

That should be enough background for now.

That day at the mall as we ate our lunch, Jim and I were naturally giving the girls the gears. The girls in return were on our case because of the dress code for the waitresses and our behaviour. For the hour we were in the restaurant we went back and forth mostly complaining about each other’s spouse and their attitudes.

At one point Beth had gone on a spiel about Jim and me staring at the waitress’s uniforms and not paying attention to what we were eating. She ended her rant by saying that anyone that wore a uniform like that could place anything in front of us and we would eat it. Jim and I had to sort of agree with her but I also wanted to get poke back at her a bit, so in jest I said that if she ever wore an outfit like that, Jim and I might even able to drink one of her very foul coffee’s.

Beth, who was very protective about her coffee, instantly got defensive and in return without thinking, told me in a serious voice, “The day that you are even “allowed” to drink one of my coffee’s, or if I ever wore an outfit that revealing, would be after you have served me a cinnamon bun with no clothes on.” I knew she thought that I would never do anything like that, so being so cock sure of herself she had flippantly cast that reply out.

So that started the good-natured argument between us. We ended up going back and forth accusing the other one that they didn’t have the guts to dress like that: Me nude serving my cinnamon buns, and her serving me coffee in a “Hound Dogs” costume.

I don’t know what started Jim and Alice going, but they were soon on the same theme as Beth and I, but were arguing about Alice dressing for an event but only after Jim dressed outrageously for one of their movie nights. The difference in the two arguments was in what clothing was to be worn; Jim and Alice were on a western theme for their dress code, with Jim wanting Alice to wear Chaps and a small vest and nothing else while Alice said she would only do that if Jim wore just the chaps. That discussion went on for our lunch and they were still at it as we headed for another store.

Jim and I had been friends long enough to know that we both were attracted to the others wife, but we had never acted on that. This bickering back and forth with the girls, about who would do what, and who was chicken etc, got Jim and me thinking about a plan to get the two of them to go to bed with the other’s husband.

When the girls were in a dressing room at one store, Jim and I talked it over and decided to pull the girls chains a bit and challenge them on the subject of our argument and see if it hopefully would lead us to the others bedroom. We were hoping to provoke them because we knew the girls thought we were just bluffing about the dispute we were having about them wearing what we wanted. We both believed that after we wore what they thought we didn’t have the guts to appear in front of them with, they would be shamed into doing what we wanted them to do.

We knew they wouldn’t want to loose face and would dress like that for us and that should lead to us being able to get the other’s wife to go to bed with us.

Jim and I compared our wives sizes to make sure we both knew what sizes to get for each other’s wife. Jim snuck out first to get some chaps for him and Alice and a short vest for her to. I had to wait for a bit until the girls went in the next store before I could head back to “Hound Dogs” to get an outfit for Beth.

When I got back to “Hound Dogs” I found out they had two different outfits they sold. The ones the waitresses wore, and for ten bucks more another set that were indeed see through, with only the stencils in ink. Without thinking I splurged and spent the extra ten bucks. Jim and I quietly compared what we had bought, and agreed that seeing the others wife in the outfits we had chosen would be a rush.

After the girls were shopped out the drive home was a continuation of the good-natured disagreement about who would do what. Jim and I challenged the girls on the point of who would do exactly what and made them promise to follow through on what we challenged them to do.

Beth and I after a lot of tongue in cheek negotiating came to the agreement that if on one Monday I served Beth her cinnamon buns in the nude, she would wear a “Hound Dogs’ outfit for me the next week. Of course her outfit must be complemented with four inch heels, jewellery, and makeup. When Beth heard that she told me that I not only had to serve her in the nude but also I had to wear a Mickey Mouse tie. Where she got the idea for a tie like that I don’t know, but I figured she thought she would make the deal outrageous and was sure of winning the argument if there was no way that I could come up with a Mickey Mouse tie.

What Beth didn’t know was my dad had got one for Christmas last year. I knew he still had it because he had told me he kept it in his closet as a gag thing. So, knowing that, I agreed to Beth’s terms and we made a big show of shaking hands to seal the deal.

Jim and Alice really got into their negotiations and took almost the whole drive home to strike a deal. They agreed that if Jim only wore chaps to one of Alice’s and his movie nights, she would wear only the chaps and a short vest the next week. The two of them agreed that they should complete the outfits by Jim wearing cowboy boots and a cowboy hat with the chaps and nothing else. If Jim did all that then Alice would wear only the chaps and vest, along with the boots and hat but she had to be made up and accessorized too.

After a time limit of two months was agreed to on this agreement, Jim and I made sure the girls crossed their hearts and hoped to die, which assured us that they would honour this promise. They snidely made us do the same thing for them. Alice was laughing at the deal we had just made and told us that we should also take pictures because no one would believe it if it happened. So we agreed on that point too.

Both girls didn’t know that Jim and I had already bought those outfits for the girls and the both of us were willing to do anything to see if the girls would indeed go through with their promises.

Beth and Alice were so confident that Jim and I didn’t have the “balls” to do anything like this. For the next week they kept a constant stream of snide comments coming our way about us being chicken. They figured that after a couple of months, when we didn’t appear dressed as agreed on, they could embarrass us about loosing the bet. Jim and I figured that the two of them thought they had put one over on us.

Alice and Beth didn’t know that Jim was planning on enjoying Alice’s body in those chaps, and afterwards escalating things so that he could enjoy the rest of her body. I was planning on making the most of my chance to enjoy Beth’s body in that “Hound Dogs” outfit and from there I hoped it would lead to better things. This getting the girls to agree to this childish promise was just to get thing in motion.

The next Monday I made my cinnamon buns and headed over to Beth’s place to have our Monday coffee together. Beth had her usual “crude oil” but had made some regular coffee for me. Of course Beth being Beth had to tease me about bringing over the buns and still wearing my clothes.

I played up the fact that my birthday suit was still at the cleaners, but I would get it back soon. That gave her a good laugh because she was thinking I didn’t have the guts to serve her my cinnamon buns nude. She played up the fact that she didn’t have to worry about shopping for her “Hound Dogs” outfit because I was never going to get nude for her.

Jim and Alice went through the same thing that Friday too. Alice actually told Jim to his face that there was absolutely no way he would wear only those chaps with his private parts exposed. She knew that because he was just too timid to do anything like that. Or that’s what she thought anyway. She even snickered at him when she said it.

Sunday afternoon I was helping Jim with his lawn tractor replacing an axle that he had somehow bent. While doing that chore we talked and figured that tomorrow (Monday) would be my day to start things with Beth.

Little did our wives know what we had planned for the next week! That week would be perfect for our plans. Alice was going out of town for her company on a conference Monday morning and wouldn’t return until Friday about noon. Jim would drop her off at her work like normal that Monday, where she would immediately leave with her workmates for the airport. Friday when she returned Alice would get a cab back to the office from the airport. Beth and her sister were leaving Tuesday for a planned five day trip to visit their mother, and wouldn’t be back until the next Sunday evening.

The plan was that Alice would leave on Monday for her conference. About the time she was on the plane a few hundred miles from home I would do my thing with Beth. Beth would be leaving early Tuesday for the week so she couldn’t contact Alice and warn her. When Alice got home on Friday I would already be at work, so she could make the Friday movie night with Jim where he could do his thing. All in all it was a good plan where the two of our wives couldn’t contact each other and they both would be blindsided by our actions.

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I spent time on the internet looking for a couple with a bi male who would like me to join them for some 3some fun. After looking for a few weeks, I found a couple that were seeking a bi male to join them for sensual, sexual fun.

I contacted the couple via email and we exchanged information and pics online. They were both in their early 40’s and I am in my mid 30’s. They both looked great in the pics; especially his cock. They liked my pics and we decided to set up a date to meet and have some fun. They lived 30 miles away and we decided on a hotel in their city to meet at.

The day came to meet. I showered and got ready to make the drive to the hotel. As I pulled in the drive to the hotel, I recognized her sitting in the lobby waiting for me. My cock began to get hard. I walked into the hotel and introduced myself. We shook hands; her hand was so soft and warm. I began to imagine her hand wrapped around my cock. We kissed each other on the cheek and she led me down to the room they had reserved. The room had a king size bed with a whirlpool in the room. This made my heart jump with excitement at the idea of what we could come up with for fun in this room.

She started by doing a strip tease for us. She was so sexy as she took off her dress down to panties and bra; neither piece leaving much to the imagination. The thong and bra that barely covered anything; especially her 38dd breasts. He was sitting in a towel and I could see it tent up as we watched. This made my mouth water at the thought of what was under that towel. I could feel my cock getting even harder inside my pants. I slowly reached over and put my hand up under this towel and began to stroke his cock. He leaned back on his hands and closed his eyes, letting out Gaziantep Oral Escort a soft moan. She noticed this and did not want to be left out. She slinked over to me and unzipped my jeans, pulling out my hard cock and lowered her mouth to it. She slowly sunk down most of my cock, making me melt right there.

He took his towel off so I could better stroke his cock uncovered. Her head bobbed up and down my cock as she sucked around on the head. She would suck on each of my balls and licked her way back up to my cock head before going down on me, taking me all the way down to where her nose was right up against my pube area. I nearly came in her hot, wet mouth. It was as slick as a pussy and felt just as warm and inviting as one. This was getting me very horny. I could not hold back the warmth rising up in me. I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth, deep throating it all the way. I licked up and down his cock and licked at his balls. I kept his cock in my mouth as much as possible.

She decided to let up on my cock (which was a good thing since she had me so close to cumming) and strip off her thong and bra. He laid back on the bed to let me continue my oral satisfaction on him. She climbed on the bed and placed her legs on each side of his head and lowered her pussy down on his face. I took this time to finish stripping off my clothes. Now we were all nude. I went back to kneeling between his legs that were hanging off the bed and went back to orally satisfying his cock. He licked deeply at her cunt, lapping away at her already sopping pussy. He sucked on her cunt lips and dove his tongue into her deep opening, hot opening. She was moaning loudly, telling him to eat her hot cunny and drink in her juices. All of a sudden, she was tossing her head side to side and let out a loud moan, cumming on her husbands face. She nearly collapsed as I helped her off his face and laid her down on the bed next to him. She lay there catching her breath as her husband cleaned off his soaked face with his towel.

Being prompted by her husband, I climbed on top of his wife and slowly began to enter her pussy with my cock. She began to let out a low moan as I pushed my cock in as deep as it would go. I kept the pace slow as the husband lay next to this wife, sucking and squeezing her tits. She now started to moan a little louder, telling me to fuck her deep and to not stop until I cum in her pussy. She then took her husband’s head and pressed it against her tit as he continued to suck on her nipple.

She then whispered something in her husband’s ear and he slowly raised himself off her tit and off the bed. I continued to pump my cock into her pussy and began to pick up the pace a little. She kept telling to me to fuck her and now was telling me to fuck her deep and hard. I did just that and was ramming my cock in deep and fast. She then told me to slow down and lay down closer to her body. As I did, her tits were bouncing against my chest, her rock hard nipples rubbing against my chest. I then felt something cool on my asshole and realized it was her husband’s hand. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw that he was rubbing something on it. I then felt one finger enter me slowly and work its way around. Then he pushed another finger in; then a third. My muscles at firs resisted but then began to relax and the feeling of his fingers began to flow lustfully through my body. The heat in my own body was increasing along with the heat around my cock from the hot pussy I was still fucking. The husband slowly took his fingers out of my ass and replaced them with his cock. The feeling this sent through me is so hard to describe but it was one that felt tremendously wonderful.

He slowly pumped my ass after my muscles relaxed. With each time he pumped into me, I pumped into her. The rhythm of our sex was in unison. When he began to pump me deeper, I just plunged into the wife and stayed there. His bumps against me rock my body into hers deeper and with that movement, she moaned, as she knew what was happening and was very turned on by it. As our bodies heated up, I could tell it would be soon when I would cum into this hot, wet pussy. The wife began to moan and cry out for her husband to shoot his load in my ass. When he asked if that is what I wanted, I told him to fuck me, fuck me well, and fill my tight ass with his hot cum. Then the wife chimed in that I had better do the same with her pussy. I said I would more than be happy to.

I felt the juice building up from my balls and heading toward the head of my dick. I then let out a moan and grunt and sprayed shot after long shot of hot cum into this waiting pussy. She let out a loud yell as she, too, came and all over my spraying cock. I then felt the husband stiffen up his body and felt his cock surge and jerk in my ass and I knew then that he was cumming in my ass. I felt each load shoot as he as deep into my ass.

I lowered my face down and kissed the wife deeply, our tongues probing each other’s mouths. The husband lowered himself down and placed his face on my back. He pulled out of me and lay next to his wife. I raised myself off the wife and lay on her other side. She kissed us both and as she slowly stroked our cocks, told us to not get too comfortable as she had more in mind for us to do tonight. BUT that is another story.

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