Kategori: Uncategorized

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

May war trotz ihres sehr zierlichen Körperbaus ein ziemliches Kaliber. Ein Bargirl aus der Midnight Bar in Bangkoks Soi Cowboy, jung an Jahren, nach eigener Auskunft 22, doch schon nach kurzer Zeit in diesem Business mit allen Wassern gewaschen und für einen alternden Sünder wie mich eine ziemliche Herausforderung, aber das ist Bangkok sowieso immer und überall. Trotzdem war May auch verspielt und gelegentlich richtig freundlich und was das Wichtigste war: sie liebte Sex, einen langen harten Fick und alles, was man sich dazu ausmalen konnte, Scham kannte sie nicht. Sie war bi und ihr Herz hing wohl eher an den Beziehungen mit gleichaltrigen Mädchen als an denen mit deutlich älteren Männern, aber das eine schließt das andere ja nicht aus und wir müssen alle irgendwie über die Runden kommen, und so war May zu einer meiner „Regulars” geworden und ich traf sie ein- bis zweimal die Woche.

Dieses Mal hatte ich beschlossen, May nach Pattaya mitzunehmen, dem Epizentrum des sündigen Nachtlebens in Thailand. Die Aussicht auf einen Wochenendausflug in diesen nahegelegenen Badeort hatte sie sofort zustimmen lassen und sie erschien pünktlich (!) und in bester Stimmung am vereinbarten Treffpunkt, um mit mir die dreistündige Fahrt anzutreten. Dort angekommen quartierten wir uns ein, schäkerten ein wenig auf dem Zimmer herum, machten uns dann landfein und gingen zuerst zum Essen in ein nettes Restaurant an der Wasserfront und dann gings auch schon los mit dem Nachtleben. Ich kannte so ziemlich alle Bars dort und steuerte zunächst das Angel Witch an, eine Dependance der gleichnamigen Bar in Bangkok, die für eine gewisse Qualität in allen Belangen steht und ein tatsächlich sehenswertes Show Programm hat.

Die Bar war überraschend groß mit einer riesigen, quasi zweistöckigen Bühne und vielen Sitzreihen drumherum. Die Show war bereits in vollem Gange und als Pon, ein Mädchen, das ich kannte, eine Nummer als Sexy-Musician darbot. Sie bewegte sich zu geeigneter Musik als vermeintliche Geigerin lasziv und führte den Bogen gelegentlich nicht über die Saiten, sondern genüsslich zwischen ihren Beinen auf und ab. Mir fiel auf, dass May sie mit diesem gewissen Blick ansah, den ich schon früher bei ihr bemerkt hatte. Offensichtlich gefiel Pon ihr sehr und ihre Stielaugen waren unübersehbar. Also rief ich Pon zu uns an den Tisch, wir tranken zusammen ein paar Drinks und ich genoss, wie May und Pon sich langsam näherkamen, denn die working girls in Thailand sind gerne mal einander zugewandt und ich fand das immer wirklich rührend und inspirierend. Ob das mit den in- und ausländischen Männern dort zu tun hat, weiß ich nicht. Ich genoss es, jeweils ein Girl links und rechts neben mir sitzen zu haben und ließ meine Hände die langsame Annäherung der beiden quasi begleiten und unterstützen, was diese gerne zuließen. Ich dachte da schon an eine nette Nacht mit zwei hübschen kleinen Dingern in meinem Zimmer, aber so kam es nicht, denn bald kam die Mamasan, die Managerin der Bar bzw. der Girls, an unseren Tisch und verlangte, dass ich Pon nun „barfinen” solle, also ihre Ablöse für die Nacht bezahlen. Für diesen Schritt war es jedoch viel zu früh, denn meine Abende in Pattaya bestanden zum größten Teil aus Bar-, Club- und Discobesuchen, und nicht aus einer frühen, schnellen Nummer auf dem Zimmer. Also mussten wir uns wohl oder übel von Pon verabschieden und Mays Bedauern darüber war nur zu offensichtlich.

Zum Trost ließ ich May nun entscheiden, wo uns der Abend hinführen solle. So besuchten wir noch einige Bars, die sie kannte, hatten unseren Spaß, tauschten uns immer wieder darüber aus, welches die hübschesten, bzw. die geilsten Mädchen in den jeweiligen Bars waren und die Stimmung war blendend. Dann führte uns unser Weg an der Straße vorbei, in der die Schwulenbars sind. Schwulenbar bedeutet hier nicht, dass sich dort die Schwulen treffen, sondern es sind quasi genau die gleichen Gogo Bars, wie die der Mädchen, mit Bühne, Gogo Show und jungen Darstellern, die man an den Tisch bitten, und/oder gleich zu sich aufs Zimmer mitnehmen kann – nur eben mit hübschen Jungs statt Mädchen und insofern für das schwule Publikum. Ich war mit dieser Szene nicht vertraut, May aber verspürte plötzlich Lust, sich das aus der Nähe anzuschauen und so gingen wir in die erste beste Gay Bar in dieser Straße.

Innendrin war alles so, wie wir es kannten: schummriges Licht, eine Theke mit vielen herum wuselnden Kellnern, eine Bühne auf der sich einige Darsteller eher müde als gekonnt bewegten, mittelmäßig besuchte Tische vor der Bühne. Alles war sehr vertraut und doch durch die völlige Abwesenheit von Mädchen auch so völlig anders. Wir erregten als gemischtes Paar schon ein wenig Aufsehen, setzten uns aber schnell an einen Tisch und es schien sich niemand an uns zu stören.

Aber ich bemerkte bald, dass nicht nur die Situation anders war, als ich es kannte, Nein, auch May hatte sich verändert, sie kicherte ständig und sah sich verlegen um. Offenbar war diese Umgebung für sie eine ungewohnte Herausforderung. Sie war escort bahçelievler es gewohnt, sich in ihrer Bar spärlich bekleidet unter vielen wenig zurückhaltenden Männern ganz und gar souverän zu bewegen, aber es war offensichtlich neu für sie, in einer Bar mit jungen, hübschen Thai Boys zu sein, die sie anschauten — sie war völlig verunsichert. Ich bemerkte das und genoss es sehr, denn ihre launische, oft bestimmende Art konnte durchaus nervig sein. Hier aber wurde sie ein kleines, schüchternes Mädchen, das den neugierigen Blicken der Jungs immer wieder auswich. Ich beschloss, diesen Zustand weiter auszukosten und sie herauszufordern und fragte sie, ob wir einen der Jungs an unseren Tisch holen sollten, wie man es in Gogo Bars eben macht. Sie verneinte entsetzt, ich aber hatte schon bemerkt, dass es einen besonders gutaussehenden Typen auf der Bühne gab, den sie ständig unauffällig ansah. Ich bestellte ihn durch eine kleine Geste an unseren Tisch und er kam prompt zu uns.

„Hello, how are you? My name Nat. ” sagte er mit einem breiten Lächeln, reichte mir die Hand und wollte sich neben mich setzen. Ich aber gab ihm zu verstehen, dass er sich zwischen May und mich setzen solle, was ihn weder zu stören noch zu verunsichern schien. May aber versank immer weiter in ihrer kichernden Unsicherheit und es war die reine Freude, sie einmal so zu erleben. Wir redeten eine Weile belangloses Zeug und recht bald fragte Nat May etwas auf Thai, das ich nicht verstand und mir schien, dass er versuchte, unseren Beziehungsstatus zu klären. Eine einfache Antwort gab es darauf ja nicht, denn May war weder meine feste Freundin, noch war sie nur einfach die Begleitung des Abends und so dauerte es eine Weile, bis Nat zufrieden schien und er sich wieder mir zuwandte, um sein übliches Anliegen vorzubringen: „I go with you!”. Dies war der Satz, den ich täglich dutzende Male von irgendwelchen Girls in Bangkoks Bars und Clubs hörte, aber so, von einem jungen Mann – er mochte um die 20 sein — war es neu. Er wollte also, dass ich ihn mit auf mein Zimmer nehmen sollte, um mit ihm Sex zu haben und ihm anschließend dafür einige Tausend Baht, also etwa 50-100 €, zu überreichen.

Ich lächelte nur amüsiert, deutete auf May und sagte: „She love me, she want go with me!” worauf er den Kopf schüttelte, sich mir näherte und verschwörerisch flüsternd bemerkte: “She lady, she not like fuck ass!”, was er offenbar für ein gutes Verkaufsargument hielt, nicht wissend, dass ich generell an Analverkehr nicht sonderlich interessiert war. May aber hatte unser kleines Verkaufsgespräch scheinbar mitbekommen und verstanden und sah mich entsetzt an, denn ich hatte ihr gegenüber nie ein gay oder bi Interesse bekundet und sie wusste nicht mehr, was sie von all dem halten sollte. Nat aber schien zu befürchten, dass ihm ein Fisch von der Angel ging und er legte mit einem neuen Angebot nach: „You want I fuck your ass?” fragte er, um noch einmal einen unbestreitbaren Vorteil May gegenüber vorzubringen. Ich schüttelte nur lachend den Kopf und fragte ihn provozierend auf May deutend: „You can fuck her ass!”, was bei ihr natürlich sofort zu großer Empörung führte, bei ihm aber zu einer Reaktion, die mich überraschte: „Sure, can do!” antwortete er begeisternd nickend. „Really”, fragte ich „You like fuck lady?” „Sure, I like!” kam es von ihm grinsend zurück und ich verstand einmal mehr, was ich vorher schon gehört hatte, dass nämlich viele der Jungs in den Gay Bars überhaupt nicht wirklich schwul sind und mit dieser Maskerade ihr Geld verdienen. Ich lachte, beugte mich zu May und sagte im Schwerz zu ihr: „He want fuck you, not me!” und erwartete eine weiterhin empörte Reaktion von ihr, doch es kam anders. Auf meine lockere Bemerkung hin, sah May immer wieder zwischen mir und Nat hin und her und ich sah, dass die Vorstellung bei ihr gar nicht wirklich auf Ablehnung stieß.

„Ohooo, you like fuck him?” fragte ich sie nun und ihre unbestimmte Reaktion machte sofort klar, dass ihr die Vorstellung gefiel. Nat hatte diesen überraschenden Twist in unserem Gespräch sofort bemerkt und er wandte sich wieder an mich mit einem neuen Geschäftsvorschlag: „You pay, I can fuck she”, schlug er vor. „Hmmm… I pay, sure.” antwortete ich und schaukelte mit dem Kopf: „But who fuck me?” worauf wir alle drei in Gelächter ausbrachen.

Es war eine dieser absurden Situationen, wie sie in crazy Bangkok ständig vorkommen. Die Thai lieben Späße aller Art und in den einschlägigen Bars wird entgegen der Vorstellung vieler Menschen, die das Nachtleben selber gar nicht kennen, sehr viel und ausgiebig gelacht, so also auch hier.

Aber gleichzeitig hatte ich auch Mays Blicke bemerkt, alle Verlegenheit war von ihr gewichen. Wir waren schon immer ‚Partner in Crime’ und hatten oft und gerne versaute Spiele aller Art miteinander getrieben. Schon in unserer zweiten Nacht hatte sie mich mit der Aussage „I want bondage!” überrascht und überrumpelt und vielfach hatten wir uns in der Folge gegenseitig escort beyoğlu zu allem möglichen angestachelt. Auch in dieser Situation gab es bereits eine geheime, unausgesprochene Übereinstimmung zwischen uns, die den Spaß ernster machte, als es für Nat den Anschein haben mochte.

Mir kam nun eine Idee, die sowohl den Spaß, als auch den Ernst der Lage weiterführte. „We make competition! Who number one in sex?” Ich deutete auf Nat und May: “Who can do smoking better?”. (das Verb ‚smoking’ war eine verbreitete Umschreibung für einen ‚Blowjob’) „You and May do smoking my cock. I say who do better!” und machte die bekannte Geste mit der Zunge von innen gegen die Backe für einen imaginären Blowjob. Beide lachten und May, die sichtlich aufgetaut war und Nat bereits das Wort ‚competition’ in Thai übersetzt hatte, antwortete: „Good idea!!! But I want same! You and him lick my pussy!” und sie machte die in Thailand bekannte, obszöne Geste für Cunnilingus mit zwei Fingern in V-Format vor Mund und Zunge. Das Gelächter war groß.

Nat mochte das alles für Spaß halten, aber May und ich wussten längst, dass diese Nacht noch viel zu bieten hatte. Ich beugte mich zu Nat und fragte ihn: “You like go with us? For make competition?” und er verstand, dass es hier nicht mehr nur um Spaß ging, sondern dass wir irgend etwas mit ihm vorhatten, doch da dies sein Broterwerb war, war er sofort einverstanden.

Bald hatten wir unsere Drinks geleert und bezahlt, hatten die barfine für Nat beglichen, waren die wenigen Meter entlang der Beach Road zum Hotel gelaufen und auf meine geräumige Suite gegangen. Dort angekommen wurde zur allgemeinen Auflockerung noch ein Drink genommen und weiter gescherzt. Aber es war die ganze Zeit eine seltsame kleine Spannung im Raum, denn alle wussten, dass uns noch etwas besonderes bevorstand. Nur wusste niemand, was und wie es sein würde.

Diesmal war es May, die den ersten Schritt machte. Sie sagte plötzlich in eine kleine Pause hinein: „I go shower.” und eröffnete damit den Teil des Abends, in dem es nicht mehr um Scherze ging und jeder verstand das. „Ok, lets go shower!” antwortete ich lächelnd und reichte Nat die Hand, um ihn aus dem Sofa hochzuhelfen. May ging voraus in das Schlafzimmer, neben dem das große Badezimmer war. Sie begann sich auszuziehen legte nach und nach die wenigen leichten Kleidungsstücke ab, die eine heiße Nacht in Thailand erforderte und entblößte ohne die geringste Mühe oder Verzögerung ihren schmalen, aber perfekt geschwungenen Körper und ging vollkommen nackt langsam voraus in Richtung Bad, jedoch nicht ohne sich dabei immer wieder umzusehen und Nat zu beobachten, der ebenfalls schnell alles abgelegt und seinen gleichermaßen schmalen, schlanken Körper entblößt hatte. Es entging mir nicht, dass May sehr genau nach Nats Schwanz gesehen hatte und unsere Blicke trafen sich, als auch ich meine Sachen ausgezogen hatte und mit meinem bereits halb erigierten Schwanz den beiden ins Bad folgte.

Im Bad stand May bereits vor Nat, lachte und machte scherzhaft eine schnelle, schlagende Bewegung nach seinem Schwanz und rief irgendetwas in Thai, das ich nicht verstand. Ich drehte die große Regendusche auf und May stellte sich sofort darunter und genoss das warme Wasser, das über ihren Körper lief und das sie mit ihren Händen darauf verteilte. Ich ging zu ihr, benetzte auch mich mit dem Wasser und begann dann May einzuseifen, ganz so, wie ich es liebte. Ich streifte den seifigen Schaum immer weiter über ihren strammen, festen Körper und genoss die gespannten Rundungen ihrer Schultern, ihrer kleinen festen Brüste, ihre runden Pobacken und ließ meine Hände auch zwischen ihre Beine fahren, die sie leicht für mich öffnete. Sie wusste, wie sehr ich das liebte und wir wussten, dass Nat es bemerken und meinen jetzt bereits steifen Schwanz sehen würde. Ich drehte May um, sodass ich jetzt hinter ihr stand und sie Nat zugewandt war und setzte das Spiel meiner Hände fort, jetzt aber auf Nat schauend, dessen Augen gebannt auf Mays Körper gerichtet waren. Ich bewegte Mays Brüste mit meinen seifigen Händen, drückte und walkte sie, schüttelte sie leicht und nahm ihre harten kleinen Nippel zwischen meine Finger und das alles immer mit einem Blick auf Nat, der merkte, dass wir beide ihn nun beobachteten und der immer unruhiger wurde. Es war nicht zu übersehen, dass die Vorstellung Wirkung auf ihn hatte und May machte wieder eine Bemerkung in Thai zu ihm, die ihn veranlasste, auf seinen eigenen, halb erigierten Schwanz zu schauen…

May lachte und legte ihren Kopf zurück auf meine Schulter und ich ließ meine Hände nun weiter hinab wandern auf ihrem festen kleinen Körper und streichelte von hinten über ihren Bauch, hinunter über ihren Po, den ich mit den Fingern teilte um ihre Backen und ihre Po Spalte mit den Fingern zu bestreichen, die sich immer wieder seifig und rutschig gegen meinen stramm erigierten Schwanz drückte. Schließlich ließ ich meine Hände wieder nach vorne wandern und strich leicht escort beşiktaş über Mays Scham und ging mit den Fingern immer tiefer und tiefer in ihre Scham und ließ einen Mittelfinger zwischen ihren Schamlippen verschwinden, was sie zu einem deutlichen Stöhnen und einem erneuten Öffnen der Beine veranlasste.

Wir hätten jetzt einfach weiter machen können, hätten meinen Schwanz in ihrer Möse versenken und sie langsam und immer stärker ficken können bis unsere Körper heftig gegeneinander klatschen und wir beide kommen und uns jeweils in Zuckungen in einen gemeinsamen Orgasmus ergeben.

Aber dieser Tag war anders. Und wir beide wussten das. Also wurde ich langsamer, meine Hände verließen ihre Pussy und streifen noch einmal über ihren ganzen Körper, dann umarmte und küsste ich sie von hinten fest und intensiv und ließ sie dann los.

Nat hatte all das beobachtet, war verlegen von einem Bein aufs andere gewechselt, hatte versucht, seine Erregung zu verbergen, doch sein Schwanz war hart und groß erigiert und stand stramm in die Höhe.

May ging nun einen Schritt auf ihn zu und machte wieder diese schnelle, schlagende Bewegung nach seinem nun unübersehbaren Schwanz, die diesen aufgeregt hin und her schwanken ließ und die Nat mit einem kleinen spitzen Schrei quittierte. Dann nahm sie seinen ganzen Schwanz samt Eiern in beide Hände, drückte beides sehr fest und stammelte dazu irgend etwas in Thai, das sich wie Flüche anhörte. Nat schien gleichermaßen von Schmerz wie Lust gequält und bog sich unter ihrem harten Griff zur Seite. May drehte sich zu mir um und sagte lachend: „Mick, look his cock! He not gay!” Ihre Augen leuchteten von Freude und Erregung und sie ließ seinen Schwanz nun wieder lockerer, kniete sich vor Nat hin und drehte sich und ihn so, dass ich beide gut von der Seite sehen konnte. Mit einer zarten Bewegung schob sie seine Vorhaut gänzlich herunter, formte ihre Finger zu einem Ring und strich damit mehrfach über seine nasse Eichel auf und ab, was nun tatsächlich mich zu einem Stöhnen brachte, war dies doch die Art von Verwöhnen, die mich in Sekunden zum Orgasmus bringen konnte. Dann bog sie Nats steifen Schwanz runter in Richtung ihres Gesichts und begann ihn heftig mit der ganzen Hand zu masturbieren, wobei sie seine Spitze auf ihren weit geöffneten Mund zielen ließ, als wolle sie sein Ejakulat aufnehmen. Aber so weit war es ja noch nicht… Sie machte jedoch immer weiter, sah mich dabei an und lachte gierig.

Ich hatte das alles genau beobachtet und war beiden nun ganz nah gekommen. Ich stellte mich seitlich neben Nat und berührte mit meiner rechte Hand seinen Schwanz woraufhin May von ihm abließ, jedoch sonst mit weit geöffnetem Mund in ihrer Position verharrte. Ich nahm seinen Schwanz in die Hand und übernahm nun das Masturbieren seiner harten Stange von May und wichste ihn hart und schnell und zielte dabei auch auf ihren Mund. Ihre Zunge bewegte sich jetzt immer wieder vor und leckte seine Eichel. Ich war dadurch so erregt, dass ich am liebsten meinen eigenen strammen zuckenden Schwanz auch in die andere Hand genommen und in ihren Mund abgewichst hätte, aber diese Hand ruhte auf Nats Hintern und drückte seine Hüfte gegen meine ihn wichsende rechte Hand.

Als ich nicht mehr wusste, wohin mit meiner Erregung, schob ich Nats Hüfte schließlich nach vorne und versenkte seinen Schwanz in Mays Mund, um für einen Moment von beiden ablassen zu können. May verstand die Geste und begann nun Nats Schwanz heftig zu blasen und ihn gleichzeitig mit der Hand zu wichsen. Wie konnte er das nun aushalten? Ich kniete mich jetzt auch hin und ging ganz nah an das Geschehen vor mir und verschlang das Bild des sich immer wieder in ihrem Mund versenkenden dicken harten Schwanzes mit den Augen. May genoss scheinbar meine Aufmerksamkeit, denn sie drehte ihr Gesicht etwas zu mir, sodass ich alle Stöße, alles Lecken ganz genau beobachten konnte, wenn sie seine Eichel entließ und seinen Schaft mit nasser Zunge und Lippen auf und ab entlang strich.

Mit einem Mal überkam es mich und ich musste ihren Kopf zu mir drehen und ihren Mund mit einem zungentiefen schweren langen Kuss bedecken. Sie erwiderte diesen Kuss und ich hätte platzen können vor Lust, doch dann spürte ich, dass noch etwas anderes geschah. Etwas Großes drang zwischen unsere Lippen und dann in meinen Mund hinein und es konnte nur die Eichel von Nats Schwanz sein, die jetzt in meinem Mund war. Als ich die Augen öffnete, sah ich, dass es May war, die Nats Schwanz in voller Absicht so bugsiert hatte und ihre wild leuchtenden Augen verrieten Ihre Lust an diesem kleinen Schauspiel. Ich fand die Erfahrung interessant und begann nun meinerseits mit Nats Eichel das anzustellen, was ich so oft meine Eichel in einem weiblichen Mund hatte erleben lassen. Ich bewegte sie leicht rein und raus und strich dabei mit meiner Zunge über das Bändchen, den neuralgischen Punkt auf der Unterseite der Eichel. Nat zuckte heftig bei dieser Behandlung und May sprach leise immer wieder meinen Namen und irgendwelche Worte auf Thai, die sehr zärtlich und geil klangen, gleichzeitig setzte sie ihr beherztes manuelles Wichsen seines Ständers fort und ich sorgte mich, dass sich nun gleich eine Ladung Sperma in meinen Mund ergießen würde, was ich so jetzt nicht wollte. Also ließ ich von Nats Schwanz ab und lachte May an, die nun ebenfalls seinen Schwanz losließ und sich erhob.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

I’m not like most other girls. Alright, I can shop forever, spend hours getting ready to go out, and love my shoes as much as any other girl, but when it comes to sex I’m more like a man. I don’t want a relationship, I don’t want love or to be taken out for dinner, I just want cock. In my pussy, arse or mouth, or preferably all three holes at once, then I want to go home to my own bed, or find another cock. That is after all what men want isn’t it.

I’m not sure why I’m like this, it is partly the physical feeling of a cock inside me, but also a power thing, as however much of a slut I become, I know I am like a drug and nearly every man I have every fucked would love to fuck me again.

I love the feeling of a large thick cock inside me, the pleasure as it stretches me is indescribable. I’m sorry boys, I don’t care what they say in magazines, size does matter. I don’t want a cock that is going to feel like a bit of finger, I want it to feel like a whole fist inside me. Although I must admit a small cock does fit into my arse nicely, so I would never turn one away, just direct it to another opening.

I first discovered my effect on men while I as still at school. I developed at a very early age and used to travel to school on the underground. As all schoolgirls I thought I was the bee knees, pretty, shoulder length blonde hair, and as short a skirt as I could make it by rolling up the waistband as I left school. On starting work I needed to commute on the underground, and my first sexy encounter on the underground wasn’t long in coming.

I was standing in a crowded carriage holding onto the strap above my head. It was summer so my tits were pushed against my white blouse, and my already shortened skirt was riding up a bit. In the crush I felt something brush my thigh nothing unusual in a crowded carriage, until I felt a hand slide round to my bum. I screamed and dashed along the carriage. I made my way home thinking about the mysterious hand, wondering how far he would have got if I hadn’t stopped him. I got so hot thinking about this, I ended up in my bedroom, legs spread wide, fucking myself with the handle of a hairbrush.

It was months later I had the next experience, when I again felt a hand brushing my thigh. I stood very still as the hand moved until it was resting against my bum. My heart began to race as the hand started caressing my bum. God, I felt dirty, but I loved it. I pushed my bum against his hand, and after a brief pause he started caressing me again, his fingers tracing my bum down to the bottom of my mini skirt. His fingers gently touched the inside of my legs just below my skirt. I moved my position slightly, changing my stance so my legs were slightly parted. He needed no more encouragement, his hand shot up my inner thighs until his fingers found my knickers. I felt so excited I was getting damp, a fact he must have noticed on my panties. After teasing me for a few seconds, his finger eased my panties aside, and he slipped a finger into my now dripping wet cunt. I needed more, and lowered my body onto his fingers. I had to see who he was, and turned to look into his face. As I started to turn the hand was gone in an instance. Who was it? There was an elderly man with his back to me, could he have done it from that position? There was a young boy holding a couple of bags, but he would have needed another hand. There was a very attractive lady, was it her? Had I been touched up so delightfully by another female? I was dripping wet, and it was back home to the hairbrush handle for another dose of self pleasure

Whenever I changed jobs I deliberately looked for a job in London so I could travel on the underground. I had several little interludes that I really enjoyed. I started removing my knickers before I left work, and took great pleasure in finding a seat opposite a man, so I could tease him. I went home and played with myself, imagining the men wanking themselves of thinking of me, and that little glimpse they got of my pussy.

One day I was in a crowded train and felt the back of a hand on my thigh, just resting lightly against me. I knew the score by know, he as testing the ground to see if I pulled away. I didn’t, I leant against him to increase the pressure, at the same time turning my whole body to face him, so his hand was now resting against my pussy. I gyrated my lower body even harder against him, so there was no mistaking I was enjoying his attention. His hand turned, and I felt his fingers caressing my pussy. I looked him straight in the face and just mouthed the words “go on.” As the train rocked us together his fingers slipped down the front of my skirt to my bare legs, and traced them upwards. I was still looking into his eyes as his fingers found my pussy, and I could see he was shocked at the fact I had no knickers on. His fingers were deep inside me, and I used the movement of the train to get as much pleasure as possible from him.

As the train came into my station, I eased myself away from him, and gave him a sweet smile. I took the hand that şişli escort had been inside me and lightly kissed his fingertips, tasting myself as I did so. I turned on my heels and left the carriage, anticipating the vibrator sitting in my bedroom cupboard draw, I had progressed from my hairbrush handle.

I walked along the platform feeling very pleased with myself, I loved teasing men and making them lust after me. I was suddenly aware of someone alongside me, pushing me aside. I glanced up to see the man from the train as he propelled me through a door into the men’s toilets, and straight into a cubicle. He didn’t say a word, but span me round and pushed me down onto the toilet seat. Still in silence he unzipped his trousers and let them fall to his feet. In the position I was in his cock, which was rock hard, was inches from my face. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me towards him. His other hand fed his cock into my mouth and started to fuck my mouth hard. There was nothing gentle about him, he just rammed his cock in a far as he could. I started to choke and tried to pull away, but both his hands held the back of my head as he continued to pound me. The whole scenario only lasted a couple of minutes before he shot his load into my mouth. He continued pounding me until very drop of his cum was spent. He grabbed a handful of my hair and used it to wipe his cock clean, before pulling up his trousers and leaving. I was sitting on the seat in the men’s toilet, my skirt had ridden right up showing my pussy, I had cum in my hair and mouth, with some dripping down my chin onto my blouse and bare legs. I felt absolutely amazing, shoving three fingers straight into my sopping wet cunt I started to pleasure myself. The door was briefly pushed open and something was thrown onto the cubicle floor. I picked up two £20 notes. I had just become a whore.

That night I used my vibrator so much, I actually fell asleep with it inside me, waking up in the early hours to use it again. I was truly addicted to sex, and couldn’t get enough. Over the next few months I fucked everybody I could get hold off, and loved it. I got the reputation of a slut at work, the positive side of that was at least once a week one of the men would use me and give me a seeing too. I started dressing like a real tart and going out to pubs, I can’t remember how many times I have been fucked in an alleyway behind a pub, or in the gents toilet. The more I got fucked the more I wanted it. It was like scratching an itch, it just itched more.

I’m not sure when the idea came to me, but I remembered the incident in the toilet. I would become a whore, then I would have men fucking me all day. It seemed the perfect solution. I gave up my job and put a card in a couple of shop windows, offering personal massage services.

It wasn’t quite as good as I had hoped. I visualised all these studs with 8″ cocks queuing up to fuck me, in reality I got everyone from 18 to 80 wanting to visit me.

Some had problems getting hard or had very small cocks, some just wanted a blow job, one man just wanted to talk to me. However, during the course of a day I was getting fucked several times, and some of them were good.

I first tried anal working as a prostitute. A man I had seen a few times asked if he could fuck me up the arse. Now my pussy gets so wet, and so loves a cock inside it, I hadn’t really thought a lot about anal until then. It took a few visits, the first time he bought a load of lubricant and a butt plug. He spent a lot of time licking my pussy until I was panting, then he started tonguing my arse while using his fingers deep inside me. Then lots of lubricant was used, until the plug was right in my arse. It hurt a bit, but I was fine with it, as he was giving my pussy so much attention. When he put his cock in my pussy I thought I was going to explode with pleasure, the butt plug seemed to make him bigger and harder and I screamed at him to fuck me harder and harder. His next visit we did the same, although he bought a larger plug, and it was just as enjoyable. When he phoned for the third date, he asked me to slip the plug in before he arrived, as he intended to fuck my arse. I must admit I was a bit apprehensive, although excited at the same time. He didn’t have the largest cock in the world, but it was about 6″ with a reasonable girth.

As instructed, an hour before his arrival, I lubed up my arse and slipped in the butt plug. He just couldn’t wait when he arrived, he was so excited. Instead of our normal long foreplay, he spent about two minutes licking my cunt before he wanted to fuck me, not that this was a problem, my juices were practically running down my legs. He got me into a doggy position and started fucking my pussy, but it wasn’t long before he removed the butt plug and pulled out of my pussy and I could feel his cock against my arse. He held my hips and pulled me back towards him as he pushed forward. I felt his cock, it felt like there was no way it would go inside me, but he persevered, osmanbey escort and I felt it slip in a little way. He ran some lubricant down my bum crack, and slid his right hand round to play with my pussy. My pussy felt so good, I was in heaven ‘Oh shit’ He had pushed his cock further into me, tears welled up in my eyes and I tried to pull away. He held me firm, but stopped pushing, and let me recover. He must have stretched my arse, because in a short time he again eased into my arse, and this time his cock when into me right up to the hilt. He pulled me tight against him, just gyrating sideways slowly so I could feel his cock moving. Then he started to slowly fuck me, gradually getting faster. He had certainly done this before, as he knew how to give me pleasure. The butt plug was shoved into my cunt, but I was so wet it just slipped out. He pushed it back into me, using his hand to keep it there, while other fingers danced over my clit. I felt him tense, before he shot his cum up my arse. I didn’t want him to stop, I was grinding my arse back against him, I think I was in heaven.

I was sore for a few days, but I knew I would have to do this again, and I was soon offering ‘A’ as a regular service. Often at night I would have a vibrator up my pussy, and a plug up my arse pleasuring myself.

Although I had good days, I still frequently pleasured myself, both during the days and evenings. The problem was it was over too quick. Some men just weren’t any good, but nearly all of them, once they had shot their load couldn’t get out of the door quick enough. The best ones were the few who paid for two hours, because by the time I got them hard for a third fuck, they could really pound my for ages before they came again, but unfortunately these were few and far between.

Another escort who I had befriended once said to me, at least you’re making a lot of money. I told her the money was nice, but I was actually in it for the sex and cock.

She laughed “Perhaps you should fuck a football team.” That night in bed, with my two toys in place, I started to fantasize about fucking a team, or a gang bang, surely that would satisfy my itch. I paid for an advert in a mens magazine. It read:

‘Charly – 22yo pretty blonde wishes to meet groups of men for mutual pleasure. Anything considered’

I waited expectantly for my first gang bang. All I got was phone calls from losers. “Can I just talk to you?” ” Can you arrange the other men?” “I’m so good you won’t need anyone else” etc. I was really getting quite depressed

One evening after about two weeks I received a call from a man who introduced himself as David. He sounded very uncertain, but enquired about my advert. Not wanting to give cheap pleasure to another timewaster, I just said I enjoy the company of groups of men. He really didn’t know what to say, and suddenly blurted out “Will you fuck a rugby team?” I was suddenly interested. He continued “I play in a rugby team in Surbiton, it is the captains 30th birthday, and we are arranging a stag do for him, would you come along and strip etc.”

Now I was getting interested. “I don’t do striptease” I said, “but I would happily fuck all of your brains out”

“How much?” Was the stuttering question after a brief delay. I asked him for more details. He said it was a party at a private house, there would be about 18 men there, mainly between 19 and 35, and they just wanted fun. I was getting hot thinking about it, 18 hard cocks attached to fit young men, this was my dream. I could feel my pussy getting wet. “How Much?” he asked again.

My brain raced, mustn’t appear too cheap or I would appear a loser. I made a decision. “I’ll arrive at 9pm and stop all-night. I will be happy to fuck all night if required, anal is at my discretion, but will be included for some. All penetration is with a condom, although I do love to suck cocks without. I will let them cum in my mouth if they wish, and will happily swallow all they can give me. I will be happy to fuck anywhere in the house, but will require a room of my own, with a shower, that is out of bounds to everyone but me. The cost would be £1500, and I require a £100 deposit.” I blurted out

“That’s fine.” he answered almost immediately. I was obviously a lot cheaper than he expected. He told me later that the team had agreed to go up to £2500 for the right girl.

The night couldn’t come quick enough. I spent hours getting ready, had my hair done, and left the house looking a picture. I had shaved my pussy, which was perfectly smooth. My body is always tanned all over, so I wore no tight, just the briefest pair of red knickers I could find, with a matching bra. I had a red silken dress with a V neck, that just gave a suggestion of breasts showing at the top. With my matching shoes and small clutch bag and even my lipstick, I looked like I was going to a very select venue, not to a gang bang in Surbiton.

The taxi dropped me out side and I nervously walked up to the door. The door opened before I reached escort bayan taksim it. The man standing there was about 6’2″, 15 stone odd, with jet black hair. I couldn’t stop myself thinking I wonder what his cock is like. “Hi, I’m David, you must be Charly” He led me in and took me up to my room. Making small talk all the time, he followed me up the stairs. I exaggerated the roll of my hips as I walked up the stairs, imagining him trying to see up my skirt. He showed me into a bedroom that had an en-suite bathroom. “You are absolutely stunning” he said, and I was glad I had gone to all the trouble. “We have three more men than we arranged, I hope that’s OK, there are 21 of us know. I have charged them a bit extra, £200 each, so I have £2000 for you”. He handed over an envelope stuffed with money. It will be perfectly safe here, we all know each other. He went to the door. Come down when you’re ready he said, and was gone. I went in the bathroom, fluffed up my hair, dabbed some perfume on my breasts and between my legs, and went downstairs.

As I walked into the large lounge you could have heard a pin drop. The patio doors were still open and some of the team were on the patio drinking, but they all shuffled in as they became aware of my entrance. Nobody said a word as they all eyed me up and down, but I could see some of them already had cocks that were getting hard. I decided to break the silence “Hi I’m Charly, who is going to get me a drink?”

Within minutes I had a bottle of Bacardi breezer in my hand, and I was surrounded by a wonderful selection of strong, horny men. I had a mouthful of drink from the bottle, and sucked suggestively as I withdrew it from my mouth. I then rang my tongue up the bottle length. “Has anyone got something like this for me?” I felt a hand caress my bum, and I used my spare hand to find a pair of trousers that were bursting at the front, and ran my hand over the bulge. I was beginning to feel very brave, these men were lusting after me and it may me feel so good. “Who’s the birthday boy?” I asked

A six foot plus, real hunk of a man stepped forward, “That’s me” he urrered. I put both hands around his neck and started kissing him, pushing my tongue into his mouth. I pushed my body hard against him, I could feel his hard cock in his trousers. His two large hands grabbed my bum cheeks and pulled me tighter against him, making the lump in his trousers more obvious. I slid a hand down to the front of his trousers and started to massage his cock.

“I intend to fuck your brains out, but first I want to taste your cock. I brushed past the others and went over to one of the armchairs, still holding the hand of the birthday boy. Sitting in the seat I hooked one leg over each arm, and watched twenty pairs of eyes follow my long legs up to my red knickers, stretch tight over my mound. I slipped one hand into the top of my dress and fingered my breasts, the other hand using the bottle to push my knickers aside and insert the bottle into my pussy.

“Who’s the youngest here”? After a brief discussion a boy stepped forward “I’m 18”

“Cmon boy” I said , “I want your tongue in my cunt and I want birthday boys cock in my mouth.

The youngster happily dropped between my legs and started licking the juices from my cunt. Birthday boy had unzipped his trousers and a massive cock was inches from my mouth. I didn’t need an invite, I wrapped my lips around it sucked like fuck. He didn’t last long, within a couple of minutes he was emptying his cum into my mouth. I did my porn star bit, having watched a few in my time, and worked it onto my tongue before letting it drip out onto my dress and run down my boobs. Another cock took its place and slipped into my mouth. A man came up the other side of me and rubbed his cock against my cheek. Hands were all over the place, as the top of my cum soaked dress was pulled down to my waist. Other hands were trying to undo my bra in vain, he being unable to get to my back as it was being rammed backwards into the cushion by a throbbing cock in my mouth. I managed through a cock filled mouth to say “rip it off”, I had to repeat myself a few times, but eventually he got the message and ripped my bra off me. It may me feel such a slut, but I loved it. It was too much for the man fucking my mouth as he exploded into my mouth and over my face I turned my head to the left and was greeted by yet another cock which slipped straight into me.

I felt hands pick me up like I was a feather, and they carried me over to a large table, and laid me on it with my legs hanging over the edge. I couldn’t see who, but there was no mistaking that a cock was being shoved into me. The next 5 hours were absolute bliss. I don’t know how many times I was fucked, or how much cum I swallowed. I don’t know if they all fucked me, I’m sure some fucked me several times. The highlights, a really hard fuck that lasted about 15 minutes and made me cum several times by an extremely well endowed man, I think I had already swallowed his cum a little earlier, so he had a lot of staying power. My first double entry, up my cunt and arse at the same time, although I should say my first, second, third etc. I lost count as cock was swapped around I’m not sure how many combinations there were. The time I got about 5 faceloads of cum at once, and actually gargled with cum.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Nate and Stacey couldn’t have been happier to be home for their winter break. For Thanksgiving the family was together but they went and stayed at Jenny’s parents who had retired to a large estate in Florida. That meant no action for anyone. Well, not entirely true as both Nate and Stacey joined the mile high club on the airplane. Jenny’s parents flew the entire family down to visit and had booked everyone in first class. All eight seats in first were occupied by their family. John and Jenny sat together, Sean and Rachel, Nate and Stacey, and Michelle and her husband, Ray.

It was a nighttime flight. Nate loved to fly, especially at night. He enjoyed watching the lights of the cities and towns and the cars on the road go by far below him. He loved looking out at the horizon and see all the stars, far more than possible than on ground back home. The low lit cabin was making him tired and he had nothing to do, but he did not want to sleep. He looked around at his family members. Sean and Rachel were playing some travel game of Rachel’s, his mom was reading a gossip mag while his dad watched something on his portable DVD player, his aunt and uncle were both asleep, and Stacey was doing some work on her laptop next to him. Nate had watched part of a movie earlier in the flight but forgot to charge his laptop’s batteries before the trip and it was now dead. He got out his iPod only to find it had been playing for some time, probably since the limo ride to the airport when he last used it, and now it too was about to die.

“There, finally, I’m finished,” said Stacey as she folded up her laptop, “perfect time too, batteries were just about gone. Boy, its sure is cold, you cold Nate?”

“Yeah, little bit.”

Stacey called for one of the stewardesses to ask for a blanket but to no avail as the airline stopped the service of blankets and pillows to save money. “Fucking terrorists,” thought Stacey.

“You mind if we cuddle up to stay warm?” asked Stacey.

Then Nate had an idea. Nate whispered to his sister, “I have an idea to warm us both up.” Stacey looked at him quizzically. Then Nate raised his voice, “did you get it out Stace? Those eyelashes can really hurt when you get them in your eye. Come on Stacey, let me see if I can help get it out in the lavatory, better light in there,” said Nate, clearly putting on an act. As he stood up he helped Stacey to her feet who was still a little confused. “I’m gonna help get something out of Stacey’s eye,” Nate said to his mother, continuing his charade. He then grabbed Stacey by the arm and basically threw her into the airplane’s small bathroom. Jenny looked at him and smiled, then at her husband and both smiled at each other, as it was obvious they knew what the two were up to.

“I don’t have anything in my eye,” said Stacey, still not catching on to Nate’s game as he locked the door. The two of them were face to face in the tiny room.

“I know that, but I have something that can warm you up and make you hot and wet.”

“Wet?” she said. Now she understood as Nate reached between them and undid first his pants and then pulled down her skirt.

Nate licked his index and middle finger of his right hand then slipped them into his sister’s pink panties. His slid his fingers into her snatch and she closed her eyes and moaned. It was the first contact the two of them had had since their last goodbye fuck in mid-August as they headed their separate ways, back off to college. It felt good to be back in her, even if it was just his fingers. Soon she was hot, wet, and ready for action.

Stacey was feeling much better already and loved what her brother had just done with his fingers but now she needed to ready him. Despite the tight fit she managed to sit on the closed toilet lid and free Nate’s cock. He was already hard with some pre-cum on the tip as he had obviously enjoyed what he had been doing to her. She wasted no time and began sucking his cock. It was a funny angle though since it they were so close together, she barely had room to maneuver and pleasure him so she just took him deep in her throat and worked his cock with her tongue. She did that for about a minute before standing back up and awkwardly repositioned herself with her back to him so they could get the most out of the small space.

Nate pulled her pretty pink panties down just far enough so that he could get himself into her. Stacey readied herself for what was next. Normally Nate would rub his cock head up and down her slit to ready them both but they had no time for that and in one quick thrust he was back in his hot sister’s little cunt. She moaned loudly once but caught herself from doing it again, but she thought someone surely must have heard her.

Nate was thrusting with short, quick strokes in his sister’s pussy because of the lack of space but neither of them cared. It had been so long since they were with each other neither of them cared and both were nearing orgasms far sooner than normal. Nate sucked his thumb briefly and then stuck it into his sister’s tekirdağ escort tight asshole. She wasn’t expecting it and she straightened up and tensed up, clinching all the muscles in her body which caused her to orgasm. Her tightening pussy gripped Nate’s cock and he pushed as much of himself as he could into her hot pussy and unloaded. The two’s orgasm lasted nearly as long as their fucking, but both were so happy and relieved.

They quickly got themselves back together and left the small bathroom.

“You get it out of her?” asked Jenny.

“Sure did. She feels much better now,” said Nate with a smile.

“I bet, I wish you had helped me. Oh well, maybe I’ll get something in my eye on the way back,” said Jenny (sadly she forgot until they landed back home about letting someone fuck her in the airplane bathroom. Oh well, she thought, maybe some other flight.)

Nate and Stacey were both sitting down again when Stacey leaned over to Nate and whispered, “I’m leaking.”

Nate didn’t know exactly what she meant. She pointed to the plane aisle and he saw a couple of whiteish dots leading from the bathroom. Then he understood; he wasn’t in her deep enough when he came and now his cum was leaking through her panties and dripping down her legs and onto the floor.

“I don’t know what to do, it’s leaking onto the seat,” she continued whispering, “Why’d you have to cum so much.”

“I’m sorry, Stace. Why don’t you just scoop it up and eat it?” Nate suggested.

Stacey felt it oozing out; it felt like it would never end. She looked around to make sure it was clear that no one would see, then stuck two fingers between her legs and brought them to her mouth. She loved the taste. Nate by himself she loved, and she loved the taste of her own pussy, but together it was the best thing she had ever tasted. Her fingers made the trip to her pussy to her mouth three more times. The last time she sucked on her fingers longer than before, making sure she got all of the sweet sex juice.

“Now that was hot,” said Nate as he pushed a finger into her cunt and brought them to his own mouth. He too enjoyed the taste. Just then the pilot came on the PA and told the flight attendants to prepare for landing.

That was a month ago. Now Nate and Stacey were home for several weeks, well, almost. Jenny had setup months ago, before the incestual relations were even a thought in anyone’s minds, a girl’s weekend to the city with her daughters and her sister. John was taking advantage of the situation by having a guy’s weekend by staying home and having his brothers come over for some poker.

Unfortunately for Nate and Stacey, Stacey, Jenny, Rachel, and Michelle leave for the city and won’t be back for four days. Fortunately for Nate, his cousins, Jason Jr. and Stephanie, were coming over for the poker night, although Nate didn’t know it.

()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()

The door bell rang. John opened the door and his brother Dave was standing there with a mini keg in hand. “Hey, John, let’s get this thing on ice and tap this bad boy,” said Dave, stepping in past John.

“Hey, Uncle Dave.”

“Hey, Nate, you playing with us tonight?”

“Of course, just hope you brought a heavy wallet because I’m taking all that you got.”

“Well, in that case, maybe I should finance my play by selling this beer here by the glass,” said Dave, both laughed, “speaking of which, help me get this thing on some ice.”

Moments later the door bell rang again. John once again answered the door, this time he knew it was Jason and when he opened the door he immediately said, “Jason, you fucking cock sucker, how you been?”

Little did John know that Jason had brought his two kids with? Apparently Jason didn’t care, “John, you rat bastard, ’bout time you had us over for a guys night.”

Jason Jr. was built just like his father; tall, about 6’6″, thin, dark hair, fair skinned, muscular. Jason was the star starting pitcher at a division 3 school down in Florida and was rumored to currently being scouted by MLB teams. Stephanie was like her mother, Jane. About 5’5″, solid D cups on a very petite 105 lbs frame, topped off with a perfect angelic face, smokey blue-gray eyes, pouty lips, and long blond hair. She looked like a movie star. Nate once thought he saw her in a porno about three years ago, but dismissed it because, aside from her being his cousin, she would have only have been 18 when she made it, at the oldest.

The two kids greeted their uncle, who made no attempt to apologize for his language, and apparently could care less the two kids were even there as he put his arm around the neck of his brother as they entered the house, talking about the box of cigars Jason had brought over.

Nate came around the corner and was shocked to see his cousins standing in the foyer.

“J.J., Stef, good to see you guys, I didn’t know you guys were coming,” said Nate.

“Yeah, our mom was having some Christmas tokat escort party or something for all her friends tonight. So it was either come here, hang out with you guys, have some drinks, and play some cards or hang around there, be our mom’s lap dog, and listen to all her rich bitch friends talk about how they all suck at golf and their tennis instructor’s dicks,” said Jason Jr.

“You play poker, Stef?” asked Nate.

“Yeah, my sorority used to have a casino night. I was actually pretty good,” said Stephanie.

After a few hours of cards, after no more buy-ins were allowed and after the keg was drained and they had moved onto hard booze, everyone was pretty loose and speaking pretty freely and were all very loud. J.J. was the first out, simply because he didn’t bring a lot of money. He bought in once and went pretty high with his chips but his dad dragged him all-in into a hand where he had a pair of kings but his dad had a full house. Nate was next, then Stephanie. Sean was still in barely as John, Jason and Dave horded their huge masses of chips.

Nate suggested to J.J. and Stephanie that they go and watch a movie in the theater. The three of them left the table for the home theater, along the way grabbing a bottle of Grey Goose vodka. Nate threw on a movie and the three kids sat around talking about the past, college, and some recent movies they had seen, completely ignoring the movie currently playing. They passed the bottle around and what started as a full bottle was soon nearing half full. Nate felt the conversation was starting to slow as he talked with his two cousins and so he suggested playing the drinking game “I never”. Basically you go around and a person makes a statement starting with “I never”, like “I never took a breath of air” for example, and if anyone in the group has, say, taken a breath of air, then anyone for which the statement if false takes a shot.

A few rounds in Nate, without thinking as his mind was in a drunken daze, said, “I’ve never been in a porno.”

Nate found that J.J. laughed at almost everything when he got drunk and right after he said that J.J. repeated the word “porno” and began laughing hysterically. Nate chuckled at the sight of J.J. rolling around but then he noticed Stephanie take a swig from the bottle.

“Ha! I knew it. I saw you in a porno a few years back. I knew it was you,” said Nate, as though he just won some sort of lottery.

“Which one?” asked Stephanie.

“I don’t know… hold on, I have it upstairs.” Nate stumbled off. A minute later he stumbled his way back into the theater with a DVD which he threw into the DVD player.

“I thought it was you but I thought that the timing would have barely made you 18, maybe even 17.”

Stephanie watched for a minute through drunken eyes. She watched as a girl was on her hands and knees sucking a cock. Then it panned over and sure enough, there was Stephanie, eating the young porn star’s pussy.

“Wow, that’s hot,” said J.J.

“That’s your sister, dude.”

“I know. Look at her, she’s so fucking hot.” Nate knew he was being serious because J.J. was not only not laughing, but didn’t even have a smile as he watched his sister on the screen.

Then Stephanie spoke up, “I remember this, this was my first porno ever. I had just turned 18 like a day before.”

“How did you even get into porn,” asked Nate.

“My sorority and a fraternity worked together making pornos to help finance our parties. It even helped pay for my college. What’s the title of this, is it “Frat Fucks and Sorority Sluts 8″?” Nate nodded. “Yeah, that’s a good one. I think I made about a dozen under that title.”

J.J. was off in his own drunken world, “God, I need to fuck her again so bad.”

With that Stephanie sobered up real fast, “shut up, J.J.!”

“Wait,” said Nate, “you two have had sex?”

“No, well, yes, I mean,” stuttered Stephanie, “just the once, and then a blow job, or two, after.”

Just then Sean entered the theater. Drunk, like everyone else, but sober enough to hear and comprehend what Nate said to Stephanie: “I remember the first time I had sex with Stacey…”

What Sean heard sent him into rage and he yelled at Nate, “you had sex with Stacey! My sister, OUR sister?!” Sean punched Nate in the stomach then pushed him to the ground. Nate fell backwards, gasping for air, grasping for something to keep him on his feet, problem was only thing in reach was Stephanie. He pulled Stephanie down with him. She fell on top of him. She too was turned on by not only her porn on the large screen but also the fact her cousins were having sex. As fell on top of him, straddling him, she then, without hesitation, bent down and began passionately kissing her cousin, Nate. Before long, however, Sean grabbed Stef by the hair and threw her off of Nate. Just as Sean was about to punch Nate in the face, Nate pleaded that he could explain. Sean gave him the opportunity, and as quickly as he could he explained trabzon escort the whole story with Jenny, John, and Stacey and how they planned to bring Sean into it all just as soon as Jenny and Stacey returned from their weekend trip. He even explained how they planned to get Rachel out of the house so the five of them had the entire house to themselves, limitless, available for whatever orgy would certainly follow.

Sean couldn’t believe it. He stumbled backwards into one of the theater recliners. Stephanie got up and rushed over to Nate and began talking to him, but Sean couldn’t hear them. He had blacked out from a combination of shock, rage, and booze and his mind had completely shut out the world around him. When his vision and hearing returned he was greeted with his hot cousin getting pounded in the ass, pussy and mouth at some party on the screen in front of him. On the floor in front of him were his brother and Stephanie in a 69, loudly slurping and sucking on each other. While to his left was J.J. with his cock in hand as he stroked away to the live scene and the larger than life video of his own sister. As Sean watched J.J. stroke his long cock. As he did he realized he was getting hard just watching him. Sean felt confused. All his life he had loved girls. He had fucked many and he loved the feeling of a tight pussy. He knew he wasn’t gay. But yet here he was, stiffer than ever watching his cousin stroking his tool. He blamed the alcohol. He tried to get his mind off of his cousins cock, but apparently he did not stray far enough off topic as he said, “Jason, what the hell? That’s your sister.”

“Yeah, but she’s so hot,” he said as he glanced over at Sean, all while stroking himself. “Besides, you seemed to be turned on by it, too.”

“That’s not it,” said Sean, instantly realizing that was the wrong thing to way.

“Really? What is it then, me fisting my dick?” asked J.J. “because I’m cool if it is, I don’t care if you’re gay.”

“I’m not gay.”

“Still, I know a few guys on the baseball team that aren’t gay, even have really hot girl friends, but on road trips they’ll buddy suck each other.”

“Buddy suck?”

“Yeah, when another dude sucks your cock and you suck his back, just for pleasure, nothing gay about it.”

“What? That’s gross. I suppose they cum in each other’s mouth.”

“Some do, less mess. That’s what I’ve realized.”

“Wait, you’ve done that?” asked Sean, completely shocked that his cousin just admitted to taking another guy in his mouth and then swallowing as if there was nothing to it.

“Yeah, feels good. And if you get it done to you, no sense in being rude and not helping your friend who just helped you.” It sort of made sense to Sean, but he still thought it wrong. Just then J.J. had an idea, “with them going at,” said J.J. nodding to Nate and Stef, still sucking away at each other, “and us just sitting here all hard and all, why don’t we buddy suck?”

“What? No, now way, that’s too wrong dude. Besides, you’re my cousin,” said Sean.

“Listen, I’ll do it to you. You can just close your eyes and pretend I’m some hot chick blowing you, after all a mouth is a mouth, way I see it. And when you’re done, if you want, you can choose whether you want to return the favor.”

Buddy fuck, thought Sean, He thought this must have been the Greek logic so many thousands of years ago; it wasn’t gay, it was just another way to get off when some hot Athenian or Spartan pussy wasn’t around. Wait, what was he thinking, but before he knew it, J.J. was pulling down his pants and soon gripping his pulsing dick. He made no effort to stop J.J., must have been the booze, at least that would be his excuse when he was sober in the morning, Sean thought. J.J. took Sean into his mouth. Sean just closed his eyes and pretended it was some beautiful girl bobbing up and down on his shaft. Soon, without realizing at first, in his mind the girl had turned into his sister, Stacey. Her beautiful face, with his dick sliding in and out of her lush lips. He freaked out and opened his eyes as he neared orgasm. Instead of imagining cumming into his sister’s mouth, he witnessed the reality of him cumming into his guy cousin, J.J.’s mouth and watched as he swallowed his load.

Now, more than ever Sean was confused. J.J. stood up and returned to his seat, and began stroking his cock to Nate and Stef who were now fucking each other doggy style. Sean felt bad as his cousin just gave him great pleasure and was no sitting, essentially, alone. He cleared his mind, swallowed hard and got to his knees in front of J.J.

J.J. watched him as Sean too hold of the dick as if it were made of glass.”I knew you’d come around. No harm in trying just once,” said J.J., Sean agreed, no harm in trying, he repeated in his mind. “Go on, grab hold of it and work it, stop being so gentle. You got one, you know how it works,” continued J.J.

Sean began to feel more comfortable as he gave J.J. a hand job. It was almost like yanking himself. But then he noticed the cock getting closer, and that J.J. had his hands on his head, guiding him towards the shaft of flesh. The head brushed his lips and he resisted against J.J. J.J. felt it and decided to let him work at his own pace, since it was his first time ever doing this. Then, Sean closed his eyes and opened his mouth and accepted the cock into his mouth.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

It was almost four months ago that I had the pleasure of having intimate relations with my drop dead gorgeous aunt, Delilah. I saw her only once since then, and my family was there so we only kissed in her bedroom while they conversed in the living room. She was still as sexy as ever. A 40-year-old woman that looked like she was only 26/27. She still turned me on and I always thought of that weekend whenever I was masturbating.

She was going to be coming out to the house for my graduation party later next week and I was super excited. My family would be going to Montreal for the night but I opted out saying I had to work and that I couldn’t get the night off. If only they could tell when I’m lying. I just wanted to stay back with my aunt so we could fuck again.

In anticipation for that night I made sure to buy lot’s of condoms as I knew it would be weekend full of fucking, I wanted to make sure I was protected.

I had since gotten a girlfriend but she wasn’t like my aunty. She couldn’t do what my aunt could. She had her own style about her, but my aunts was much more hot and fun. I loved my girlfriend but never told her about what happened that weekend because I know she would think I’m some kind of pervert or prude or something like that. I wanted her to understand that my feelings were normal, but I knew she never would. But that’s a different story.

“Goodbye James. Remember your aunt Delilah will be here in a few hours. She said not to wait up,” my mother said as she walked out the door, “Money for supper is on the counter. See you tomorrow.”

“Bye guys, have fun in Montreal,” I said closing the door.

I went over to the couch and sat down. I flipped through the channels but found nothing interesting. I went upstairs and turned the 360 on. I put a game in and started playing. All I could think of was sliding my cock into my aunt’s warm juicy pussy.

I got an erection so I went to the computer and looked at some porn. I watched a video of a guy nailing his teacher. It got me so hard. I pulled my thick erection out of my pants then started stroking. The teacher was hot, and she was loud as the guy pounded her.

All I could think of was fucking my aunt. I needed her body. I wanted a picture of her naked so I could jerk off better and to a pretty woman.

I finally exploded when the woman climaxed on the screen. I grabbed a towel and cleaned up. I walked downstairs and noticed it was already 5 pm. I grabbed the phone and called the pizza place. A small pizza would fill me perfectly. I hung up then sat on the couch. There was usually something a hell of a lot more interesting on TV at this time.

The pizza came 40 minutes later. I paid for it, $20 for a small pizza. Outrageous.

I ate most of it while watching Moonraker my favorite James Bond movie. It was getting late so I went upstairs and brushed my teeth. There was still the smell of pizza in my breath so I used mouthwash. I didn’t want to be making out with aunty and my breath smelling like pizza.

It was nearly 10pm when the doorbell rang. I jumped up excitedly. I was nervous too, as it always was whenever I saw her since that weekend.

I ran downstairs and unlocked the door. There was aunty Delilah standing beautifully in the doorway. That same sexy hourglass shape with the beautiful brown hair that was now shoulder length. She was wearing a white blouse that wasn’t hiding anything. She was also wearing the shortest short-shorts I had ever seen.. She smiled at me karabük escort then said, “My I come in handsome?”

I blushed then bowed showing her in. “Where are your parents young man?” She asked sarcastically.

“Montreal,” I said in a sensual voice, “Are you lost miss?”

“No, I’m not,” she said looking at me in that way that just made me instantly hard. She walked over to me and threw her arms around my back. Our lips met and our tongs collided. I didn’t want it to end.

“You missed me that much?” She finally said when the kiss was over. I just nodded putting a hand on one of her breasts and the other on her thigh. I caressed her thighs gently and my cock got even harder.

She moaned as I moved it from side to side, up and down. She reached down and grabbed hold on my pants. She began stroking my thick cock and me began kissing again. She pulled my fly down and pulled my erection through the hole. She knelt down and jerked me off in front of her.

She opened her mouth and licked the head of my dick. She swirled around the head then pushed her lips onto it. It was almost too much to take. She opened her mouth and began sucking me off. She reached the base of my cock then pulled back. She pushed back down and up, down and up. Her saliva coated my dick as she continued sucking. “Oh Delilah,” I said as she continued sucking my hard erection. She held my balls in her one hand and kept sucking hard. I felt the welling up in the base of my cock.

“Aunty I’m cumming,” I said as she continued sucking me. She stopped and pulled her mouth off. She stroked me until I blasted my load all over her nice blouse.

“Sorry aunty. You know how Horney you make me,” I said as she wiped her face and blouse as clean as she could.

“It’s ok Jimmy. I’m just glad you are still this excited to see me,” She said standing up.

“I will never lose interest in you aunty,” I said as I held her close to me, “You’re too goddamn sexy for that.”

She leaned up and kissed me, “I think so too baby.”

We decided not to go straight into sex in order to build anticipation so when we finally do, it is that much more exciting.

She went into the kitchen and began making herself something to eat while I went upstairs to play some video games. I couldn’t concentrate on the game, however. All I could think about was auntie’s naked body after the last time we were together.

I was hard again in a few moments and all I wanted to do was fuck.

I went downstairs to look for my aunt. I could smell the bacon and sausage that she had made for herself.

I found her in the living room watching TV. She had a sausage on the end of her fork, and when she saw me she began to suck on it. I was getting harder.

“Aunty, I can’t wait anymore,” I said trying not to leap at her.

She stood up and walked over to me. She reached down into my pants and began stroking my hard erection. She kissed me and I could taste the found she had just made. On any other girl, I would have been grossed out, but I was too Horney to deny her.

I pulled her blouse off and unclipped her bra revealing her breasts. I opened my mouth and took one of her nipples in my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. She laid her head back and put a hand on my head. She was getting turned on because the nipple was going hard in my mouth. I stopped, looked up and kissed my aunty hard sticking my tongue as far into her mouth as it osmaniye escort could go.

She pulled with one yank and my pants fell to the floor. She knelt down with my hard on in her hand and began stroking.

She then started to speed up, and eventually I came on her face. She looked up and smiled up at me. She wiped what was on her face off and then licked it off of her hand.

It turned me on so much. “Already ready to go?” She asked starting to lick the tip of my cock.

“Oh god yes baby, please suck me,” I said putting a hand on her head and forcing my cock into her mouth.

She started sucking and the ecstasy was too much to handle. I was reaching my breaking point when she stopped. I looked down.

Aunty was licking the precum off of my dick then started sucking again.

“Shit aunty, I’m going to cum again,” I said too little too late. I exploded in her mouth. She made a gulping noise as she swallowed as much of it as she could.

“You are so delicious,” she said standing up and pulling down her pants.

Her dirty talk really turned me on.

She was about to pull down her thong when I stopped her. I knelt down and bit the G-string and pulled it down myself.

She giggled when I did that.

I then pushed her onto the couch and began eating her pussy.

“Oh yes Jimmy, ffffffffffuck,” she moaned as I licked deeper and deeper

Her body began spasming and she held my head. She was having an orgasm. By the looks of it, a bigger one than the last time I ate her out.

I stood up while she lay motionless on the couch. I aimed my cock for her pussy and stuck it in as far as I could.

It was still as warm and tight as before, maybe a bit looser. She wrapped her legs behind my back and made sure I went at her pace.

“Take it easy Jimmy,” she said to me as I began to fuck her, “I’m still recovering from that magnificent licking.

I nodded at her and went slowly… at first.

I started going faster and faster until I was fucking her fast and hard

“Oh god, Jimmy, fuck you make me feel so good,” she said as I continued fucking her hard, “That’s it, fuck your favorite aunty in her warm pussy.”

The dirty talk made me want to explode right there. I didn’t because I wanted it to last. I kept going in and out, in and out.

I then realized I forgot the condom and pulled out just milliseconds before blowing my hot load all over her stomach.

She came too as the couch was wet bellow her pussy. I bent down and began licking her juices. They tasted so sweet.

“Jimmy, I love you so much. You make me feel like I’m 25,” she said putting her arms around me.

“Aunty, you’ll always be 25 to me,” I said sweet talking her, “18 too, the way you do it.

She smiled then bent up to kiss me, “We should get this cleaned up and go to bed. You have a big day tomorrow, and we don’t want your family smelling my pussy now do we?”

“Do we?” I asked sarcastically.

She smiled at me, “This is yours whenever you want it. No one else can get this.” She said sticking a finger into her vagina.

I was getting hard again, and she could see it. She reached over and grabbed it. She began stroking it. ” Aunty, May I take a picture of you naked, so I can, you know, masturbate to it?”

“Meet me upstairs, I’ll take care of that, then it’s time for bed,” she said as she got up and went upstairs.

“Awe aunty,” I said marmaris escort in a childish voice as she ascended the stairs.

I followed after her when I entered the room she was “sleeping.” She was naked with her legs spread, hiding nothing. I grabbed my digital camera and took a picture.

I climbed on top of her and inserted my dick into her vagina. When I did she took a deep breath and I began to fuck her again.

I pumped in and out. Fucking her slowly because three times in one day can hurt sometimes.

When I was ready to come, I pulled out and shot onto her face. I then fell down beside her and began to drift off.

I saw her clean off her face and then lay on the bed. She put an arm on my chest while I put and arm around her making sure she was snuggled up next to me.

The next morning I woke to see my aunties beautiful green eyes looking me in the face while she stroked my erection. When she saw I was awake, she stood up then crouched on top of my cock. She guided it into her vagina and began moving up and down.

I hadn’t ever had the girl on top before, it felt really good just to sit back and let her fuck me.

I reached up with my hands and put them on her love handles so I could make her go my pace.

“Fuck aunty this feels so good,” I said as she continued ducking me.

She kept fucking me, I couldn’t believe how long I was lasting.

“Shit aunty, I’m coming,” I said.

She got off of my cock then began sucking me. I exploded in her mouth. Again she swallowed then got off of me.

“Get dressed baby,” she said, “You got a big day today.”

She left the room and got dressed in the bathroom. I put on a pair of dress pants, black socks, a dress shirt and a nice green tie.

When aunty came in, my mouth dropped open. She was wearing a dress that cut off just above her knees. It was a spaghetti strap dress with a small over coat that would keep her warm. She was showing lots of cleavage. I went over to her and pulled her shirt up.

“Those are mine remember,” I said kissing her, You look beautiful.”

She smiled, “Sorry, I thought it would please you, but I know guys these days.”

My family came home ready for grad.

We all drove to the church and I went through the grad ceremony. My aunty and I didn’t get any time to fuck again because my family was home.

But the day she was leaving I was finishing up in the bathroom when a knock came on the door.

A soft voice whispered, “May I come in baby?”

I opened the door and aunty was standing there. I let her in then locked the door and turned the fan on so nobody would hear.

WE began kissing, then I lifted her up onto the counter in the bathroom and pushed her skirt up so I could pull down her thong.

Once it was down, I unzipped my fly and pulled out my already throbbing cock. I stuck it into Delilah and began to fuck her one last time.

“Oh yes, Jimmy. I’ve wanted this since yesterday afternoon,” She said moaning.

“ooh, ooooohhh. Oh fuck me, yes. Ah, oooohh.”

“Jimmy, I promise I’ll have just you over so we can do this more during the summer,” She said as I fucked her.

“I want to fuck you in a bikini aunty,” I said. Always wanting to see her beautiful figure in a French bikini.

She smiled then bit her lip as I continued fucking her, “I think I’d like that too.”

I was about to pull out when she said, “Don’t worry. I’m on the pill.”

When she said that I came into her pussy hard. “You always know just when to finish, don’t you?” She asked getting off of the counter.

“I have a good teacher,” I said kissing her.

We both left the washroom and I showed her the door. We hugged and I gave her nice ass a little squeeze. After the hug was over she looked at me and kissed me. She then waved and left.

Wow.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ich bin Esther.

Falls ihr euch fragt, was ich bin. Ich bin Switch.

Oder nein,

eigentlich bin ich eine Alphasub.

Den Begriff habe ich aufgeschnappt. Er gefällt mir.

Sehr sogar.

Esther, die Alphasub.

Der Name wird mir gerecht. Denn ich stehe es darauf zu gehorchen. Ich liebe Regeln und Disziplinierung. Und ich finde es berauschend anderen dabei zu helfen in diese grandiose Rolle zu schlüpfen. Damit sie in Demut empfangen können.

Hmmmmmm herrlich….

Lust, mich auf die Reise in ein kleines Femdomabenteuer zu begleiten?

Gerade habe ich einen kleinen Machtrausch.

Kennt ihr das?

Wenn nichts auf der Welt einem etwas anzuhaben scheint und man den Eindruck hat, man würde auf jedes Schnipsen Wünsche erfüllt bekommen.

Oh, so ein großartiges Gefühl, ich könnte darin baden!

Ich bin voll in meinem Element,

und du mein eifriger, aufgegeilter Leser

und du verruchte, kleine Schwester im Geiste?

Ja?

Dann lass es uns tun,

lass uns der kleinen Schlampe in meinem Schlafzimmer zeigen, was es bedeutet, unter der Fuchtel einer echten Frau zu stehen! Lassen wir sie unsere Macht spüren, damit sie weiß, wie sich das anfühlt, das letzte Glied in der Kette zu sein!

Bereit?

Aber Vorsicht!

Du bist nur in meinem Kopf. Ich werde dir nicht erklären, wonach mir nicht der Sinn steht, und du wirst nur sehen, was ich dich sehen lassen will.

Verstanden?

Gut!

Bevor wir da hineingehen, in mein Schlafzimmer, den Ort an dem alle Träume wahr werden, werde ich dir einige Dinge erzählen. Nicht weil mir deine Meinung wichtig ist. Nein, sie ist mir scheißegal. Aber du sollst auch nicht meinen Kopf mit idiotischen Fragen füllen. Ich nämlich, ich denke nicht, wenn ich spiele.

Also verflucht noch mal, mach es mir gleich!

Und wenn du etwas nicht verstehst, dann zuckst du mit den Schultern und nimmst es einfach, wie es kommt. So wie es ein braver Bottom eben macht.

Kapischo?

Ich sehe schon, wir verstehen uns.

Jana wartet da drinnen.

Ihr Herr — der gute Frank — hat sie mir hereingestellt. Sie weiß also, dass ihr etwas Besonders blüht. Etwas, das nichts mit unserer Freundschaft zu tun hat. Sie ist eine kleine Maso-braut. Also werden wir ihr etwas weh tun, nicht wahr? Hehe.

Ach, ihr seht schon, ich habe meine helle Freude daran, anderen etwas ‚Gutes’ zu tun. Und uuuuuhhhh, ganz ehrlich, jetzt warten wir noch ein wenig.

„Warten” ist DAS Zauberwort.

Was das Nichtstun bewirken kann, das brauche ich euch ja nicht zu erzählen, oder?

Zwei Dinge können passieren.

Entweder geht im Kopf der lieben Jana die Post ab und sie wird hibbelig und gampig, oder sie schafft es sich in Trance zu begeben, was sie unglaublich empfänglich macht. Da ich aber nicht ihr guter Frank bin, tippe ich auf Reaktion Nummer 1.

Fünf Minuten hat Frank gebraucht, um mich zu instruieren, als wüsste er nicht wieviel Fantasie ich selbst habe. Aber natürlich ist es wichtig, über die Tagesverfassung der kleinen Sklavin Bescheid zu wissen, das gibt auch mir die Sicherheit, dass das Spiel gelingt.

Glaubt mit, heute ist ein guter Tag!

Fünf weitere Minuten sind der kleinen Schlampe durchaus zumutbar, auch wenn sie wieder zittern wird wie Espenlaub. Im Vertrauen, die Kleine ist meist ein nervöses Wrack, und zudem ist sie leicht erregbar. Sie neigt auch zum schnellen Betteln und Flehen!

Für mich ist das Warten reine Freude, ich male mir dann immer noch ein wenig aus, was ich machen könnte.

Heute nicht, sonst verrate ich dir ja alles.

Frank hat Jana die Augen verbunden, wir müssen uns also nicht sorgen, wie selbstbewusst wir den Raum betreten.

Also ich, mache mir da sowieso keine Sorgen.

Mein Auftritt sitzt immer, Nervosität kann ich, wenn sie denn einmal vorkommt, gut kaschieren.

Heute ist kein Herr anwesend, der mich beobachtet. Das ist nämlich schon oft einmal eine Herausforderung.

Aber du, du bist ja willfährig und brav, bereit dich fallen zu lassen und dich an dem, was ich tue aufzugeilen, ohne zu bewerten, nicht?

Dann… scheiß drauf, los geht es!

Ich werde jetzt die Türe lautstark öffnen. Sie darf schon wissen, dass es jetzt losgeht.

*Knarr*

Oh, der Anblick gefällt mir:

Eine nackte Sklavin in der Mitte des Raumes, mit verbundenen Augen. Frank war so nett und hat sie mir sogar aufgehängt. Nein aufgehängt ist zu viel gesagt. Die Zehen berühren ja den Boden. Also kein Grund zu Sorge.

Hätte ich das verraten sollen, bevor ich mich entschloss zu warten? Hehe.

Ungewissheit ist doch etwas Schönes! Ich bin ja doch eine kleine Sadistin.

Ich lass die Gute besser herunter. Zumindest, dass sie escort bayan kurtköy ordentlich stehen kann.

„Na meine Schöne? Gefällt es dir so in meinem Zimmer herumzubaumeln?”

„Ja, Miss Easter!”

„Dann sag das lauter, Schlampe!”

Mit dem Miststück kann man ruhig etwas ruppiger reden, das verträgt sie. Und lasst euch nicht von dem Zittern täuschen, darauf fährt sie total ab.

„Es gefällt mir, hier zu sein, Miss Easter!”

„Braves Mädchen.”

*Quietsch*

Diese geniale Seilkonstruktion mit Seilen und Gewinde. Mein Herr hat sie mir installiert. Meistens bin ja ich es, die hier baumelt.

„Danke für die Aufmerksamkeit, Miss Easter.” Wie erleichtert sie aufseufzt.

„Fraglich, ob du das danach auch noch sagst.” *Leises Gelächter*

„Du wirst doch lieb zu mir sein, Esther?”

*Klatsch*

Die Ohrfeige hat gesessen.

„Willst du es nochmal versuchen?” Das sage ich süßlich, die Schärfe in der Stimme hebe ich mir für bessere Gelegenheiten auf.

„Das habe ich verdient. Verzeihen Sie, Miss Easter. Es wird nicht wieder vorkommen.”

„Wie rau deine Stimme klingt, bist du aufgeregt, oder gar erregt?”

„Beides, Miss Easter.”

„Spreize die Beine weiter. Ich möchte, dass es auf den Boden tropft und nicht deine Beine hinunterläuft. Wer weiß, vielleicht lass ich dich die Sauerrei später auflecken.”

„Wie Ihr wünscht, Miss Easter.”

„Du musst nicht alles kommentieren meine Süße, ich habe dich ja nicht gefragt.”

Sie hat verstanden und nickt ganz artig. Da verdient sie sich doch gleich zwei kräftige Schläge, dass es schön schnalzt.

*Patsch, Patsch*

Was für einen wunderschönen, drallen Arsch sie hat, beneidenswert. Und dieses ausladende Becken. Grrrr. Die Brüste machen nicht so viel her, aber ich bin eigentlich nur an den Nippeln interessiert, und die bekommen später noch ausreichend Aufmerksamkeit.

Ach nein, das mache ich gleich.

So, wo hab ich die Kette mit den Klammern hingelegt?

Ah, gefunden.

„Mach den Mund auf meine Schöne.

Ja, und die Zunge raus.

Wunderbar!

Und schön an meinem Daumen saugen.

Und jetzt an meinen Finger.”

Lasst uns einmal testen, wie es heute mit ihrem Würgereiz aussiehst.

Ich schiebe ihr am besten zwei Finger tief in den Rachen. Wenn ich ganz tief gehe, würgt sie. Das mache ich gleich nochmal.

Sehr gut!

Gleich noch zwei weitere Male.

„Brave Sklavin!”

Bestens, da geht später mehr.

Jetzt kurz die Nippel vorbereiten. Wobei die stehen schon mehr als bereit da.

Ja daran wird sie zu knabbern haben.

Die gezahnten Klemmen sind ziemlich fies. Ein paar Sekunden gebe ich ihr, und dann kommt noch ein kleines Gewicht an die Kette.

Schon windet sich mein kleines Spielobjekt und winselt leise.

„So, meine Süße.

Ich weiß, du siehst mich nicht.

Ich dich dafür umso besser. Ich will dieses Gewicht schwingen sehen. IMMER, verstehst du? Immer! Dafür befreie ich dich aus deiner schönen Position.”

*Quietsch*

„Beug dich noch vorne und mach!”

„Ja, Miss Easter!”

Wie gedacht, sie muss sich zusammenreißen. Aber sie hält schon was aus. Ich muss sie nur etwas bei Laune halten. Trotzdem winselt sie leise, als könnte ich vergessen, dass sie leidet. Was könnte sie ablenken?

Die Liebeskugeln müssen her.

Was für ein geiler Anblick, wie die beiden in ihrer Fotze verschwinden. Das lässt gleich die ersten Lusttropfen fallen. Kleines geiles Stück!

„Schön schwingen lassen, Schlampe. Da ist viel zu wenig Bewegung in deinem schönen Nippelschmuck.

Ja, so ist es brav. Und jetzt bringen wir gleich die Kugeln auch etwas in Schwung.”

„Ja, Miss Easter.”

*Patsch, Patsch Patsch* Ich wusste, sie würde mir genug Spielfläche geben, denn wenn sie geil wird, wird sie fehleranfällig.

„Das hatte ich anders geplant, aber so kriegen wir die Kugeln auch zum Rollen.”

Ah, jetzt hält sie die Klappe und konzentriert sich aufs Schwingen. Eigentlich hätte ich sie etwas twerken lassen wollen. Ihr wisst schon, das Wackeln mit dem Arsch, was grad so in Mode ist. Aber da sie mir Grund genug gibt, lassen wir etwas die Hand arbeiten.

„Zehn Schläge und fünf für jeden weiteren Fehler. Einverstanden?”

„Ja, Miss Easter.”

„Mitzählen selbstverständlich!”

*Patsch, Patsch*

„Eins, zwei”

*Patsch*

„Drei”

*Patsch, Patsch, Patsch*

„Vier, fünf, sechs, sieben”

„Oh oh, zählen geht jetzt schon nicht mehr? Wie blöd für dich.”

*Patsch, Patsch*

„Acht, neun.”

*Patsch, Patsch, Patsch*

„Zehn, elf, zwölf”

Und jetzt noch ein paar besonders kräftige hinten escort bayan beykoz nach.

*Patsch*

„Dreizehn.”

*Patsch*

„Vierzehn. Aaaaaa”

Da muss sie sich schon etwas winden, bald vergisst sie die Kette. Ihr werdet es schon sehen. Mir brennt jedenfalls die Handfläche und ich gönne ihr gleich eine Pause.

*Patsch*

„Fünfzehn. Aaaaaaa”

Das musste noch sein.

„Herrlich wie der Arsch sich rötet, Sklavenfotze. Und wie schade, dass du das nicht sehen kannst.

Du stehst übrigens vor einem Spiegel. Das heißt ich kann dich sehr gut sehen. Von allen Seiten, auch wenn ich hinter dir stehe.”

„Ja lausch mir nur, meine Schöne. Ich werde dir verraten, was ich heute mit dir mache.

Ich werde dich etwas stopfen.

Ich werde dich ein wenig verschnüren.

Und…

Ich werde dich strafen. Nicht wenig, versprochen!

Wundervoll, wie du mir andächtig zuhörst. Ich kann in deinem Gesicht sehen, wie sehr es dich erregt. Die Kugeln scheinen dein Fötzchen auch nicht gerade zu hindern, dass du mir den Boden einsaust. Du wirst doch eine brave Schlampe sein und ertragen, was ich dir zumute, oder… Jana?”

„Ja Herrin… ah … Ja, Miss Easter.”

*Gelächter*

„Dein Arsch hat kurz Pause. Die nächste Strafe kassiert dein Fötzchen. Bereit?”

Ah, da schwingt die Kette wieder. Sie hat es verstanden, und die Gute nickt tapfer. Hilft ihr nur nicht. Der Flogger muss her.

*Flap* Das kam für sie unerwartet.

„Aaaaaa eins.”

*Flap*

„Zwei”

*Flap*

„Drei”

*Flap*

„Vier”

*Flap*

„Fünf”

„So Jana… jetzt suche ich deinen Slip und stopfe dich mal so richtig gut aus, bevor ich dir weiter den Arsch versohle.

Schau nicht so verschreckt. Achte liebe darauf, dass die Kette in Bewegung bleibt.

Ich helfe dir ja nur, dass du nicht weiterhin so unkontrolliert auf den Boden tropfst. Das musst du doch später alles sauber machen.”

„Danke Esther!”

Es klingt erleichtert, ich weiß ja, dass sie meinen Ekelfetisch nicht so sehr teilt.

„Ach Jana, du könntest dir das Leben aber wirklich leichter machen.” *Gelächter*

„Zehn Schläge mit dem Rohrstock auf den Arsch. Aber davor stopfe ich dir deinen String in die Fotze. Keine Angst ich verknote ihn mit der Schnur der Kugeln, damit ich dir beides richtig tief hineinschieben kann. Und zur Strafe für die falsche Anrede bekommst du eine Klemme auf die Zunge. Zunge raustrecken!”

Diese Klemme ist besonders fies. Ich weiß, wie sehr sie es hasst zu sabbern. Aber so merkt sie es sich bestimmt.

„Ach Jana. Wie nass du schon bist. Jetzt saust du mir auch die Finger ein. Hoffentlich fühlst du dich jetzt gut gefüllt.

Und Jana…

Schwingen!”

*Flap*

„ans” *Gelächter*

„Gar nicht so leicht mit Klemme auf der Zunge!”

*Flap*

„twei”

*Flap*

„rei”

Da rinnen ihr schon die ersten Tränen über die Wangen. Ob das die Klemmen, der Flogger oder die Demütigung ist?

*Flap*

„ier”

*Flap*

„ün”

*Flap*

„ech”

Und noch ein kräftiger oben drauf…

*Flap*

„Aaaaaaa….ieben”

Da muss sich die Kleine aber winden. Gut so, so schwingt die Ketten wenigstens ausreichend. Ich hebe mir drei auf, die kommen dann irgendwann.

„Ich befreie dich von deiner Zungen-Klemme. Und du wirst deinen Sabber auflecken!

Runter mit dem Kopf!

Brav!

Und streck, den Arsch schön in die Höhe. Es ist okay, wenn das Gewicht sich am Boden ablegt. Du wirst danach wieder brav Schwingen dürfen.”

Der gute Frank erzählt immer sehr stolz, wie sehr seine Sklavin auf Schmerzen steht. Mein Steckenpferd ist ja mehr die Erniedrigung. Diese Pose mit dem Arsch in der Höhe mag ich auch als Bottom sehr gerne. Sie lädt gerade dazu ein, zwischen die Schenkel zu greifen und die Fotzenlippen zu verwöhnen.

„Na gefällt dir das, Schlampe?”

Da nickt sie und leckt brav weiter, die Gute. So viel gesabbert kann sie ja nicht haben, aber sie genießt wohl ihre Sonderbehandlung. Wunderbar! Also streichle ich ihr am besten etwas den Kitzler. Der ist schon ziemlich geschwollen. Da muss ich glatt aufpassen, dass ich sie nicht zum Höhepunkt bekomme.

Planänderung.

Das macht mich ziemlich an.

„Leg dich auf den Rücken. Da du gerade so gut am Lecken bist, darfst du gleich aushelfen.”

Wenn ich mich so herum auf sie hocke, habe ich einen besseren Griff auf die Nippel-Kette.

Oh, das ist ja fast wie ein Zügel.

Jippie….

Gott gleich kommt es mir.

Verdammt blöd, dass ich selbst nicht kommen darf!

„Pause, meine Schlampe! Greif zwischen deine Beine und leck erst escort bayan üsküdar wieder kurz bevor du kommst!”

Ich helfe ihr natürlich etwas und ziehe an meinen Zügeln.

*Knarr*

Logisch, dass die Herrschaften jetzt schon erscheinen. Die sind viel zu gespannt auf unser Treiben, um sich weiter zu gedulden. Zumindest brauche ich mir jetzt keine Gedanken mehr zu machen, ob ich möglichweise komme. Die Gefahr ist gebannt.

Jana leckt wieder, was das Zeug hält. Anscheinend hat sie ihre Grenze bereits erreicht. Ich gebiete ihr lieber Einhalt.

Wie enttäuscht sie schaut, dass ich ihr Leckobjekt, also mich, entfernt habe.

„Reib dich weiter!

Und weiter kleine Schlampe!

Wie schön das schmatzt, obwohl dein Loch gestopft ist.

Ja schön weiter Reiben!”

„Darf ich kommen, Miss Easter?”

Jetzt muss ich mir doch glatt das Einverständnis von Frank holen.

Der genießt meinen fragenden Blick und lässt sich ordentlich Zeit, bevor er gnädig nickt.

„Ja komm, du kleines Miststück, und komm laut!”

Okay. Diese Anweisung hätte ich bleiben lassen sollen.

Ich wusste gar nicht, wie sehr die Gute aufdrehen kann, wenn sie in Fahrt ist.

Jetzt muss ich euch doch ein wenig erzählen, was so passiert, denn mir wird hier anscheinend sehr schnell das Heft aus der Hand genommen!

Frank hat den Orgasmus nicht zur Gänze abgewartet, sondern mich mit dem nächsten Wink beiseite gescheucht. Der böse Mann reißt seiner Sklavin die Hand von der Fotze, was Jana erlösenden Schrei in ein frustriertes Knurren verwandelt. Doch Franks leises „Still”, lässt sie sofort verstummen. Sie windet sich nur noch in den Ausläufen ihres ruinierten Orgasmus.

Ein Seitenblick auf Sebastian, meinen Herrn, zeigt mir, dass er mich genau beobachtet. Er weiß, wie sehr ich es hasse aus dem Flow gerissen zu werden. Da versaut mir der liebe Frank doch wirklich das Spiel und ich darf ihm nicht einmal die Leviten lesen. Sebastian nickt zufrieden. Er sollte eigentlich wissen, dass ich keine Szene mache. Nicht wenn er anwesend ist.

Unterwerfung ist so eine Sache.

Ich liebe sie, doch ich diene nur einem Herrn. Der eine jene, der Meine, steht soeben neben mir und wartet auf meine Reaktion. Und ich warte auf Anweisung. Immerhin wurden die Machtverhältnisse gedreht. Es wäre an der Zeit, dass mir jemand sagt, was das zu bedeuten hat und wie es weitergeht.

*Patsch, patsch, patsch*

Jana bekommt ihre Abreibung mit der Peitsche. Wie meine Darbietung war, wissen die Herren ja nicht zur Gänze.

Ich habe keine Angst vor Strafen. Hat etwas nicht gepasst, so ist es das Recht meines Herrn mich dafür zu strafen.

Ich sinke vor ihm auf die Knie. Seine Anwesenheit lässt meine dominante Phase rasch abflauen, vor allem weil er sie nicht aktiv unterstützt. Auf seinem Gesicht lese ich Wohlwollen mir gegenüber und Interesse am Geschehen hinter mir. Ich werde meine aktive Periode nutzen und ihm meine Dienste anbieten.

Oder was meint ihr? Soll ich?

O nein, ich werde unsicher.

Mein Herr kennt mich gut.

Er öffnet seine Hose und ich darf an mein Werk. Ich empfinde das Klatschen hinter meinem Rücken als anregende Begleitung zum Verwöhnen meines Herrn. Habe ich auf ein angenehmes Tempo gehofft, werde ich enttäuscht. Kaum habe ich den Schwanz befeuchtet, packt mein Herr meinen Hinterkopf und presst mich auf ihn.

*Patsch, Patsch, Patsch*

So ein Glück dass ich brav trainiert hab. Die Tränen drückt es mir dennoch in die Augen. Seine Härte so tief in meinem Schlund. Mein Sabber tropft unkontrolliert auf den Boden. Mich macht das heiß und es macht mich tierisch an, dass ich so wenig Luft bekomme. Er spritzt mir in den Mund. Ich darf erst schlucken, wenn er es erlaubt. Leise gibt er mir seine Anweisungen direkt ins Ohr und schickt mich meines Weges.

Frank hat Jana umgedreht und bearbeitet jetzt ihr Vorderseite. Warum lässt er sie nicht zählen?

Aber mir soll es gleichsein.

„Setz dich auf ihr Gesicht”, und ich tue das.

.

Jetzt darf sie meinen Saft aus meiner Fotze lecken, der mittlerweile auch bei mir zu fließe begonnen hat. An ihrem Zungenschlag merke ich, wie widerwillig sie es tut. Währenddessen gehen die Schläge weiter. Frank schlägt fester zu als ich. Er kennt ihre Grenze. Ich spüre sie unter mir zucken. Ein kleiner Wink von ihm und ich gehe neben ihr auf die Knie, um den beiden zuzusehen. Janas Mund ist weit geöffnet und ihr Kopf nach hinten gebeugt.

„Darf ich kommen, Herr?”

„Ja, komm!”, sagt er fast liebevoll und die Schläge kommen im gleichen Rhythmus und stoppen erst, als sie bebend ein zweites Mal zum Höhepunkt kommt.

Unbemerkt ist mein Herr an meiner Seite gekommen und zieht mich mit sich. Ich blicke zurück auf die beiden. Frank hat sich zu Jana auf den Boden gelegt und streichelt sie.

Wir verlassen den Raum Ich sehe Sebastian an. Er lächelt.

„Gut gemacht, meine Schöne!”

Und ich senke demütig den Kopf. Wie sonderbar es ist den Raum im Machtrausch zu betreten und mit tiefer Hingabe zu verlassen.

Findest du nicht?

Für mich ist es das Größte.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Helen is my partner, and she loves sex. Which makes me happy, as I do as well. She has had several boyfriends since getting divorced, and she was seeing one man when she first met me, or rather, him and his friend … more of that another day though

The other week she came home a bit flustered, and told me that she had had a phone call from Ben (boyfriend when she met me). He had rung her work on business, not knowing that she worked there (different company), and he recognised her voice, asked if it was her, and told her who he was. He started talking dirty she said, asking if she was getting enough cock these days, and asked her is she still liked to wear short denim skirts, because he missed fucking her doggy style with the skirt pushed up over her hips and feeling her tits in his hands as he fucked her. She said her boss came in then so she tried to talk normally to him, and he switched on to what she was doing. He ended the call by saying that he would pop by, now that he knew where she worked

By this time, she was on her back on our bed, and I was sucking her nipples whilst fingering her through her g-strings, feeling how wet she was getting, so I slid on top and we fucked each other

Last Friday, she got home a bit later than normal, and she took me by the hand, and pulled me onto the bed and told me to escort bayan kadıköy strip her and fuck her. She was panting and just about stripped herself, and as her clothes came off, I could smell cum, in fact looking closely, her tits had dried cum on them, and her g-strings were covered in it. I wasted no time talking, and went down on her, she was still wet and swollen, and whilst I tongued her, pulling her clit with my teeth, she told me what had happened to her

Ben came by just after lunch, with Mike, his mate from a few years ago. They chose Friday, because most businesses slow down then, and with only having a small staff anyway, they took a chance that she would be alone. She was, her boss and the sales team were out at lunch, and Helen knew they wouldn’t be back. She was in the back when they rang the bell on the counter, and she said she nearly fainted when she came out and saw them both there. Helen only wears g-strings (sometimes high-cut teddies/body suits, which are see through) to work, under her tight-fitting trousers – no vpl she says, flattish shoes and a shirt with a normal bra (but she said, if she had known they were coming she would have worn something else)

When she got over the shock of seeing them, she said her pussy started to escort bayan kartal get wet, and her nipples got hard too, which they both noticed, Ben and Mike both commenting on them, saying that they hoped they still tasted as good as they remembered! After a few questions about the company product, they came around the counter, and asked if she was alone. Helen told them she was, and with that, Mike, who was standing to one side of her put his hands on her hips and turned her to face Ben, who leant forward and kissed her neck whilst starting to undo her blouse. Mike had already undone the zip on her trousers and was pulling them down off her hips, and then he stopped to pull his own trousers down, pressing his hard cock into her arse. Helen said he was bare, no jocks, and wet with pre-cum. Ben by now had her blouse undone and was tugging it off her arms, before undoing her bra and then bending down to suck her tits, fondling them at the same time, and squeezing them too

Helen said he stopped playing with her whilst he stripped, and sat back on her desk, then put his hand on her head pulling her forward. She said she didn’t hesitate, just went down on him, and he tasted as good as she remembered. She always liked giving him head, as she was a good size she told escort bayan maltepe me, and tasted so good. Mike had stripped too, and was just coming from locking the door, he reached forward to play with her breasts, before pulling her trousers off over her shoes, and then her g-strings, and then he got under her and started to lick her pussy. She said that this was a bit awkward because of the desk, and her sucking Ben off, so he got up, and sat next to Ben, so could suck them both off, turn and turn about

They stayed like this for a few minutes before Ben got up, opened his backpack and took out a short, very short, denim mini-skirt, which he told her to put on, and a pair of high heels – Helen said he even got the size right too! They were black, patent spike heels, and as soon as she had the clothes on, she had her head pulled back onto Mikes cock, which was getting really wet and he was starting to moan, whilst Ben had put his cock into her pussy, pushing up her skirt and was pounding into her. Helen said she loved the feeling, of being used , and could feel herself cumming too. They all seemed to cum at the same time; Mike pulled out just after he came, so she only got to swallow a bit of his cum, the rest went on her tits; and she came over Ben’s cock, who also pulled out and came over her arse and pussy. He then turned her around and she licked the remaining cum off him, before doing the same to Mike.

They told her to keep the skirt and shoes in her car, as they would be coming back again in a few weeks, with another mate, and some more clothing, but nothing too substantial though, just enough

I can’t wait for them to cum back, and nor can she. Will let you know what happens

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The Subcontinent Railway Station Sex Club

Chp 1 Meet the Ladies Part 2

The night continues and we see the 14 Indian women in action.

The boys arrived back obviously a little affected by the high priced shots of Johnnie Walker Black I had provided them with. All the women had their voting card issued by Ruth to place 3 2 1 on, with each card secretly coded so Ruth and I could see who voted for who. I had Ruth draw a couple’s name from an empty bowl containing all the duos. I looked at the names Daulat and his aunt Sai but called out Gangeesh and his aunt Navya. I wanted to get off to a good start with the women seeing Gangeesh’s 12-inch monster. And it worked.

Ruth escorted a nude Gangeesh out from the toilets. His 12-inch rod with a knob the size of a small mandarin was quivering stiff. Thick veins pulsed steadily along its length and a collective murmur of amazement rose from the women, even from those who had heard before of what to expect. Then his 46-year-old 205-pound size 18 aunt Navya entered and her eyes widened at astonishment at the size of her nephew’s log. I knew then that my fast bowler was going to be a tired boy at practices and matches. The excitement that Gangeesh had created subsided and appraising eyes turned to the aunt. You can be lucky or not and this time I was very very lucky.

She was quite dark-skinned being from Kola and was as big as a forest tree trunk. Not over fat, just wide-shouldered, thick bellied with solid meaty arms and thighs. My eyes like those of everyone fastened on the 48DD tits swaying as she walked, but more specifically zeroing in on her nipples which were the size of a week-old calf’s teats. What was the DNA in that family? Almost as aside I noticed she was shaved with finger-thick cunt lips on a prominent Filipina style mound.

Navya used the thumb and fingers of both hands to encircle Gangeesh’s cock before holding the circle they formed to show the size to everyone at the table. The 2 approached Anupama who was waiting nude on a modern L shaped sofa. Even her nipples were insignificant when compared to Navya’s. Ruth told the duo to arrange Anupama and told them to start their 15 minutes on her call. The BBW Indian arranged Anupama on her knees and palms at one open end of the black imitation leather lounge with her arse facing our table. Navya knelt with her back and thick arse cheeks facing us and her face ready to bury itself into Anupama’s slit from behind. Gangeesh was furthest away from us standing behind the backless section of the L shape with his log inches from my Accounting partner’s face.

Ruth called time and their 15 minutes began.

Anupama’s long tongue rolled out like a welcome mat and Gangeesh laid his cock head on it. Like a butterfly her tongue flicked around the bottom side of his glans, sending thrills throughout him as he remembered the week before. Navya reached and used her hand to smack her nephew’s dick on Anupama’s face several times. Unable to wait longer, Gangeesh leaned forward and let his weight be supported on his left hand on the couch near Anupama’s wrists. A quick hunch of his hips sent his 12-inch tool partly into her receptive mouth. She immediately began sucking and licking the three inches he put into her. Her tongue was everywhere at once; wrapping around the head, sliding along the bottom of his shaft in a swirling motion. Then she lifted her neck and lowered her head to work her lips farther and farther up his shaft. Five inches then six seven and eight disappeared as she began gagging both from the length and girth, as her mouth stretched to take the monster.

“Aaaah, yes, use your tongue. Christ, that feels good,” Gangeesh moaned.

Simultaneously Navya learnt forward to reach Anupama’s slit from behind and began her assault on her. She began blowing air across her clit and Anupama thrust back wanting actual physical contact. Navya lapped her tongue over her clit and my Indian accounting partner groaned in pleasure. She was like a firecracker waiting to go off, knowing she faced 13 separate consecutive bouts of 15 minutes.

Navya finished her preliminaries and got down to some serious tonguing. One hand steadied Anupama’s arse while her other reached down to pleasure her clit. Soon the squelching sounds we had had at the table recommenced and under the bright light above the sofa, we could see Navya’s juices wetting her inside thighs and staining the polished boards beneath her. I could hear amazed gasps from the other end of the table but put it down to the copious love juice Navya was releasing. Anupama had swallowed 10 inches but suddenly gagged, pulled back and semi puked before again raising her mouth over his spit-slick tip and letting a long dollop of saliva fall onto his cock knob and the shaft beneath it. Her hand took this lubricant and rubbed it up and down his shaft bringing a groan from Gangeesh.

After a few seconds, her mouth came back up over his cock head and she kissed it lovingly before opening her mouth mecidiyeköy escort wide and diving down on his tool, took the first seven inches of his thick erection to the back of her throat. Then she took another 2 inches and Gangeesh felt the gripping walls of her throat massaging his glans and he knew she was going to try to eat all 12 inches. Anupama was breathing heavily through her nose, getting her throat ready for more. Her hand let go of the base of his cock and she forced her face down further.

Then it happened. Navya came from her self frigging; her body shaking, and tongued Anupama furiously, licking from arse to clit, sucking her clit then spreading her arse cheeks and driving her tongue deep into Anupama’s love channel. Then, repeat and repeat. I hadn’t expected Anupama to cum in the first bout but she bucked and trembled as she came. Navya came again feeling this and reached up and forward, grabbed Anupama’s head and rammed her face down onto her nephew’s cock. Gangeesh felt his dick bend as it followed the tunnel of her throat. Her lips crushed themselves into his pubic hairs as she shook from her orgasm and took all twelve fat inches like a porno queen. It reminded me of the many Facial Abuse videos I had watched. Only by accident, of course.

“Aaawwww, shit!” Gangeesh gasped as Anupama held his cock deep in her throat for about fifteen seconds before he exploded. Navya held her head with her nephew fully embedded in her gullet for another 30 seconds before the gagging, coughing, vomiting Anupama managed to jerk her head off his tool which slowly deflated to it normal 7 inches.

With Gangeesh gone for the rest of the session, Navya continued solo. She turned so she sat facing the table and spread her legs wide. One hand went to her clit, the other started to finger fuck Anupama. Now I understood the earlier gasps from the other end of the table and Anupama’s earlier startled exclamation when she started eating Navya from under the table.

You can be lucky and sometimes really lucky and then you can have this. First my planned showing of Gangeesh’s 12-inch log, then the performance by Navya and now this. You have probably googled and seen Keyanna Moore aka Klytoria and her thick 3-inch clit. Natural, not a hormone created bodybuilders clit. You can tell the difference. Well, Navya’s was a slightly smaller carbon copy and she was stroking her wet slippery slug. It was trapped between her first two fingers, standing proud by an inch and a half with its head a paler colour. As she stroked her soaking wet trench she pulled the clit hood pulled back to show the full length of the immense clit.

Her other hand had two fingers, so roughly the size of my cock, in Anupama finger fucking her. Every minute or so Navya would shake and cum. She had lost the plot and was pleasuring herself rather than making Anupama cum. Ruth called 15 minutes and Navya reluctantly left, cum drool leaking from her and still playing with and displaying her swollen clit.

The second draw from the bowl saw Raj and his solid, average looking 22-year-old sister Ira. They like most of the 6 duos that followed showed little variety. The female knelt before Anupama as she sat and tongued her while Anupama sucked cock from the standing male and it was only the time and quantity that caused Anupama to cum 5 times from the 7 duos. That included Isha and his 18-year-old year 12 Catholic school sister Vanya. I had smiled when I pulled out their names, knowing from the last week, that Isha although very quiet and I had thought reserved was extremely kinky and was capable of making the Indian come very hard and often. But my hope to put some life in the contest slumped when Isha, who had consumed too much of my Johnnie Walker black label, lay slumped on the table.

I started to draw out another set of names but the 18-year-old, having ripped off her school uniform was already kneeling before Anupama. She was tiny and thin, completely shaven and her small tiny boobs still had puffy nipples. She placed Anupama’s legs over her shoulders and started licking like she was devouring a tub of ice cream. Her tongue was a blur of motion and then her fingers started attacking her pussy. No one could maintain that pace but when Anupama. came after 4 minutes, the tiny 18-year-old shook violently as she came too but attacked even faster, finally slumping exhausted after her 15 minutes having accounted for 3 of the 5 cums I mentioned before staggering back to her seat. Her cum juice covered face had a smile on it.

With Anupama being the first Indian woman I had been involved with I was now seeing differences between them and the Vietnamese I was familiar with. First their hair. It was darker, thicker, stronger and more glossy thanks to the coconut oil. A definite win for the Indians. Second their jewellery. Heavy dark yellow gold and masses of it. The Vietnamese although also using 24-carat yellow gold use it to display diamonds and jade. The Indian wedding bayan escort season is October and 15 million weddings increase the world price of gold. I saw how that colour compliments their skin tones more so than on the Vietnamese, although the Vietnamese display their diamonds to greater effect.

And then their bodies. Mostly chunkier and thicker than the Vietnamese and although there were exceptions there such as the 46-year-old aunt Sai and her 44D tits, most were relatively small titted for their body size. A win for the Vietnamese petite beauty here but when an Indian had a body such as the prostitute Anvi or Pari, Sabal’s 19-year-old girlfriend there was no comparison. Both of these females were tall with long shapely legs and firm waisted with high mounted firm tits that were proportionately large for their body. No Vietnamese could match those bodies unless they submitted to the surgeon’s knife.

Facially you had the heavily tastefully made flat planned Vietnamese versus the more natural rounded, often double-chinned Indians. Flat versus hooked noses. But again an exception; a top-shelf Indian’s features were superior to Vietnamese, although the average Vietnamese was more attractive than Indian and far more likely to wear sexy clothes. And last, the pubic hair. The Indians were far thicker fuller and while I am no great fan of hairy bushes, it allowed some very creative pussy shaving. I liked Anupama’s 6 in long 2 inch wide thick landing strip but with a large bush, anything was possible. Anyway, I knew I was looking forward to seeing the two races compete in sexfights.

But with only 5 cums from the last 7 duos including Vanya’s 3, it was becoming boring. Ruth pulled out the next names. I ignored them and called out Bharat and his 45-year-old aunt Priya. She was already nude having discarded her belly dancer outfit at the greeting eating. She strutted on her extreme heels to Anupama her fingers already deep in her pussy. She was ready for business and my last hope to get the evening back on track. There was no doubt her horniness was no pretence. Apart from her face which fell in the very good Indian group, I mentioned previously and her 36C 30 38 body which although not 100% taut was for 45 years old quite good. As she passed close to me and Saanvi I could see her kohl enhanced eyes, good makeup, gold nose stud and her nipple and clit rings.

I whispered to Saanvi that she would be last and gave her encouragement and some more information, and noticed her hand was soon resting on my cock stroking it into hardness.

Instead of kneeling before the waiting Indian like the others Priya slid onto the sofa and went into 69. Within 15 seconds Anupama was enthusiastically responding to Priya’s challenge of who would cum first. At 3 minutes Anupama. exploded followed by Priya 5 seconds later. Priya rolled on top of my Accounting partner reached up and around and widened her arse cheeks, stopped eating long enough to scream at Bharat to fuck her arse before returning to her eating of Anupama.

With her nephew kneeling behind her ploughing her arse she tongued Anupama and accepted the same from her. Priya came again followed by Anupama, then Priya as her nephew unloaded in her arse. Suddenly a jet of cum streamed through the air landing just short of the sofa. Then 3 more. It was Nabh while his cousin the 21-year-old Dhriti was swearing at him imploring him to save it for their turn. As you probably all know the world record for the longest distance is Host Schutz 18 feet 9 inches. I always thought he should have been christened Horse Shoots, but Nabh was not much shorter than the world record with his fourth fifth and six efforts.

The night was now on fire and next up was another couple Prajit and his 44-year-old cousin. Anushka had frozen when Anupama had eaten the women under the table, but when finally eaten, the short solid dark-skinned Madurai born Indian had exploded into the quickest orgasm, both exposing and pinching her nipples as she screamed. It wasn’t the same woman who froze before now in front of everyone. She followed Priya’s example went into a mutual 69. Anupama had been going for 140 minutes without break and this time when she came her whole body shuddered.

“My arse,” Anushka screamed and Prajit as per her instructions drilled it home and started fucking his cousin who was 22 years older than him.

When she came Anushka screamed, “Change.”

Prajit pulled out, Anushka rolled Anupama to the top and a willing Prajit slammed his cock into Anupama’s arse. Three more orgasms from Anupama and two from Anushka enable the switch to be made 5 more times before it was Nabh and Dhriti’s chance for fame. Unfortunately, they were still arguing about Nabh’s earlier display and Nabh walked off leaving Dhriti to go alone, which she did but without Vanya’s solo success. The 46-year-old elegant sophisticated Mumbai businesswoman Tanvi and Metab who was renting in a house she owned were maslak escort the second last duo I called out. The real slip of paper for this duo Ruth had pulled out 5 places earlier but I was God. Tanvi had been visiting her property to collect back rent and she had heard Metab unsuccessfully attempting to convince his sister to come and stepped in offering her services as his partner.

Nude, the 46-year-old was very interesting. She was the lightest skinned woman there and the only one without long straight black hair. Hers had a soft perm with a brownish colouring lightening her natural black. Her face showed distinct traits of her Vietnamese mother. While not as tall as the prostitute Anvi or the 19 good looking Pari with their flat muscled bellies and large yet firm tits which sat high on their bodies she was from a similar mould with perhaps better legs. She was nor curvy and soft like the horny exhibitionist Priya, but her quite large tits were far firmer than the majority of women there, whether they were solid, short, large or thin.

Face wise as I said she had Vietnamese traces and her features were leaner and more defined, so overall she was the best package of the 15 women including Anupama who were there. I was interested to see her in action and it was impressive. She too went for the 69 position and dragged 3 long wailing writhing orgasms from Anupama. Metab who had cum quickly in the first round the week before when Anupama pulled the Indian train again came watching this opening so took no further part.

Then she got her fingers into her and I could see from Anupama’s face she had found her G spot. I expected her to drag multiple semi-continuous cums from her but she didn’t. Anupama’s moans and shrieks rose and fell like a police siren and the Indian women, who were novices at pleasuring women were applauding her for hanging on so long fighting orgasm. I knew better. I knew the truth. Tanvi was toying with her. Bringing her close to orgasm then stopping. Rinse and repeat/ Rinse and repeat till the 15 minutes were up and deep down Anupama knew she was being played with.

It left only the oldest Saanvi as I had arranged. She and her son Angard approached Anupama. Saanvi was the oldest there at 52 and was the opposite body shape to Priya. A pinched face and a thin 32 26 32 with long legs on her 5 ft 2-inch 90-pound frame, versus Priya’s attractive faced curvy 36C 30 38. She was a great actress though “accidentally stumbling” over the sports bag I had placed earlier near the sofa and “discovering” the strap on inside. She attached it to herself and Angard presented his cock to the kneeling still very aroused Anupama from the front. Angard fed it in and Anupama took his rod until she had about five inches in her skilled mouth. Her hand gripped his exposed shaft and began jacking him as she began corkscrewing her lips up and down his fuckstick. She hummed around her meaty prisoner. Her fist became a blur, urging him toward a climax. At the top of a suck, she took her mouth off him and used one hand on his sensitive knob.

Suddenly she reared back as Saanvi, unseen behind her, hammered the strap on cock into her doggy style. Luckily her arse was lubed from the previous arse fucking. Saanvi’s hips were thrusting in and out like a piston and one arm reached around to frig Anupama’s clit. Completely aroused from Tanvi’s previous dominating arousal that had gone unnoticed by the women she screamed and her body spasmed as she came. Still fucking her arse with the strap on Saanvi brought 2 more body shaking orgasms from the aroused Indian accountant.

“Fuck her throat my son,” she screamed, and Angard again put his cock in Anupama’s mouth as Saanvi continued her relentless arse fucking. She reached forward, entwined a hand in Anupama’s hair and drove her head forward so all of her son’s cock was embedded fully in her mouth. She kept fucking Anupama’s arse and frigging her clit as Angard moaned and released his load. With her mouth sealed she tried to swallow but still cum flowed from her nose down her cheeks. Angard withdrew spent and Saanvi pulled out sped to replace her son and drove the strap on which was as large as Asgard’s cock fully into Anupama’s throat. Anupama was gagging and retching but Saanvi didn’t fuck her, just left it fully embedded and reached down to resume her fingering of the Indian woman’s clit. Despite the fear of choking Anupama reared and spasmed as Saanvi drew yet another huge orgasm from her. Saanvi continued and as she came again her arms flopped lifelessly, then her body collapsed. Denied of oxygen and semi-unconscious she slid off the strap on.

Again I sent the boys to the bar to spend my money and I got up to address the women. Some men have huge cocks, others chiselled bodies, other men great faces or sex appeal. But I have something better: the ability to speak and make people believe in their dreams. And God am I am good. So good I almost believe the crap I am spouting myself. I should have been a politician but I was too honest. Anyway, I got underway.

First I told them as I consulted the votes that Saanvi and Priya had tied for first, and that Vanya had gained third place with her solo effort. And if you believe that was the true result then I have the Sydney Harbour Bridge to sell you.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Please read the introduction to Chapter 1 if you haven’t already done so.

I am writing this story as close as I can from the material shared by this amazing couple. They trusted me with their story, and I hope I have done them justice. With their consent, I have taken liberties with the sexual content and in creating much of their dialogue in the interest of telling a more erotic story, but the basic settings and occurrences are accurate. I have also chosen to tell it in my friend’s voice instead of as a narrator. Jack

++++++++++++++++++

Everything was kind of normal while Dad was there. That following Sunday we took him to the airport to go home for a week of work. Mom decided to stay with us. Needless to say, after being together for just two days of that two week period Dania and I were very, very horny. We couldn’t just leave Mom around by herself so we stuck it out at the cabin. That isn’t to say we didn’t have a great time. We all really enjoyed each others company and we always had something to talk and laugh about. Dania and Mom decided to teach me to cook so I would make some nice girl a good husband.

We were sitting on the beach, Dania in one of her “normal” bikinis and Mom in a bikini as well. I couldn’t help notice how great Mom looked in that bikini with her long legs, her large breasts and flared hips that Dania had not matured into as yet. I could still picture her naked body. Man was she a hot women and I was happy my father had that to come home to. He was clearly in love and totally devoted to her – and she to him. For the first time I actually realized how powerful that kind of love could be.

“You guys having a good time?” Mom asked.

“Yeah great” we both answered at the same time.

“You know, I have been observing you two for a couple of weeks and I notice some differences. You guys have always been close – from the first time you met it seems. But I sense a much deeper relationship and much greater comfort level between you now. That is so very unusual between siblings especially ones of the opposite sex. What’s the secret?”

Dania and I looked at each other and communicated as only lovers can thru their eyes. Did she suspect anything? Did she know what we were up to? Should we tell her? Dania answered first.

“The time up here together has really been good for us and our relationship. We don’t have any of the distractions of friends and school. We both broke up with our steadies and we could support each other and we really shared a lot. Didn’t we Dan?”

Taking Dania’s lead I said “Yeah, it’s been great. It’s not always possible to share male attitudes and perspectives with a girl without any of the other stuff getting in the way. I trust Dania to respond honestly with a female’s perspective and her own as well.”

“And I totally trust Dan the same way!” Dania chimed in.

“You two have certainly matured a lot in the last year and I am now sure that Dad and I have given you something powerful – a sense of personal value. I am sure now you will make good decisions for yourselves. And you guys are so lucky to have each other to rely on in that way. Most people only get that when they marry a long time friend – like I did to Dad. That intimacy in having düzce escort sex with that special friend, someone you love at many levels, binds you like no other relationship. I don’t think it is reproducible any other way.”

“I think I understand” said Dania. Then she realized what she said and blushed a little.

“Hey Mom, how did you and Dad hook up?” I said quickly changing the subject to get Dania out of hot water before Mom could think about her response.

“Oh that’s easy. Cecile and I knew each other from work before she married Dad. We met up at the prenatal classes. It was kind of nice and Cecile and I shared a lot during the pregnancy – kind of like being sisters. After you guys were born we went our separate ways. After Cecile died, Dad and I renewed our relationship.”

As she was telling the story I kept getting this idea that she was leaving out important facts like who Dania’s father was. I would glance at Dania and I could tell she was having similar thoughts. She had said that her Mom never spoke about her father at all. Coincidence number four thousand, Dad didn’t speak about my Mom much either. I decided we would discuss it later. Time flew buy as she told the story of how they finally decided to see if the kids would be OK with it. Dania and I smiled at each other thinking that we were sure glad they had. Then it was time for lunch.

After lunch, Mom said she was going into town to stock up on groceries and replenish the wine bar. Dania and I decided to take the boat to the island for the afternoon so we could be alone and free without the fear of Mom interrupting us. As soon as we reached the island, we stripped off our clothes and took a short swim. Then we made love on the blanket in the shed. It was incredible. Dania came three times just during the time I was pounding her pussy and two more while I was stroking in and out of her ass. She had become fond of having me in her ass, especially when I put three fingers in her pussy and used my thumb to play with her clit at the same time.

We found out she liked the dirty talk like ‘Fuck me… fuck me.. fuck your slut … pound that pussy.. fuck your sister’s sweet little ass…stick that big dick in me… harder … harder… faster.. fuck me faster and harder.. dump your cum in me … cum in may ass’ while she was in the midst of it all. Truth be known I liked it too. We also had discovered we both like the cowboy position, her straddling me and pumping up and down while I rubbed her tits and tweaked her nipples, and the doggy position where I was taking her from behind – in her pussy or her ass. She liked to have her tits hang free and feel them swaying back and forth while I pumped in and out, and she could push back stronger. But to get her over the top, I would get her on her back with her ankles on either side of my head. The entire vulnerability of the position, the decreased vaginal opening and the increased angle to the asshole gave her incredible sensations in her canals that she could feel all the way up into her cervix. She would be wild with lust. She would buck and thrash, scream, moan and groan the whole time. The folds of her pussy walls gripped my dick and I could easily edirne escort bottom out with the tip of my dick resting in her cervix. I would always cum in gallons.

What was amazing was that we never seemed to tire of making love to each other. It was always better and more sensual than the last time. Sometimes we would rest with me in her ass from behind, holding her tits and playing with her clit while she languished in her state of arousal. Sometimes she would lie between my legs and play with my dick, holding it in her soft hands and stroking it and kissing it endlessly and even sucking on it. Her favorite game in that position was to watch me cum all over her.

When we quieted down a little, I turned to Dania and asked her about the conversation with Mom telling her my observations.

“You know” she said, “I was thinking the same thing. There are some things that just didn’t seem to add up. I don’t think she would lie to us directly, but I think she was leaving out something.”

“Maybe we can find out if we get Mom drunk.” I suggested.

“You’re terrible, but it might work” she answered and we began our plan.

That night, we announced we were going to cook and Mom should relax on the porch with a drink. Now Mom wasn’t a big booze drinker but she liked Caribbean sweet drinks. I had found a recipe for a pina colada and we had purchased the makings at the store. I made the drink with a lot of rum – double what the recipe ordered. Mom had one and than another remarking how great they tasted after a long day in the sun.

“It brings back such wonderful memories” she said, already feeling the effects of the alcohol.

By the time we served dinner she was drunk as hell –no only from the drinks but from the two bottles of wine we drank. I should say she drank, because Dania and I barely had any – on purpose.

We were sitting in the great room with Mom sprawled on the couch. She was still drinking her wine when we broached the topic again.

“We were talking about how great your and Dad’s story is and how you were so sensitive to how we were together. How come?”

Through her drunken haze she answered

“I have a brother that I love so much that I would do anything for him. And I did!” That was the first that either of us knew she had a brother.

“Where is he now? Who is he? How come we have never met him?”

“Oh, you know him all right” she said and passed out on the couch. We just stared at each other in total amazement.

“I guess we overdid it a little” I said.

“Hopefully she won’t remember too much tomorrow” said Dania. We covered her with a blanket and went outside to talk.

“She spoke as if we know him and that he is still alive and very much part of her life” said Dania. “Who could that be?”

As I was thinking about it I suddenly had an idea. I went into the house and got Mom’s wallet. I remember she had pictures in it and I thought maybe she would have one of her brother.

“Maybe there’s a clue in here.” We went through the entire wallet, but the only pictures were of us and Dad. Then I noticed something hidden under a picture. It was a California driver’s license with Mom’s elazığ escort picture.

“When were you guys in California?” I asked.

“It must have been before I was born. Check the dates.”

Indeed it was issued before we were born. I commented,

“That’s funny, Dad was from the same town. I wonder if they knew each other back there?”

‘Well they are the same age – they must have gone to high school together! How big a town could it be? ”

“How weird! There is definitely something more.”

And then I saw it, a picture with the edges torn and frayed attached to the back of another picture. What I saw startled me.

“Look at this. It looks like a picture of Mom and Dad as teenagers!” Dania came over and stared.

“My God, it is. How come they are together? Where was this taken? When was this taken?” We didn’t what to think. It appeared that they had lied to us about something so silly as knowing each other in California. Then Dania started to cry.

“What?”

“I wonder if Dad is “the brother”?” was all she could get out before she started to sob. I grabbed hold of her and held her tightly. She was sobbing and crying and shaking uncontrollably. I stroked her hair and her back and held her face to my chest. I could feel her tears being absorbed by my shirt. It was all she could do to stay standing. My mind was reeling with the thought that somehow Mom and Dad were related and that they were having the same relationship that Dania and I were having.

After a time, Dania calmed down. We sat down on the steps to the beach and held each other – saying nothing. Then Dania broke the silence

“Do you think that maybe what we have is genetic? I mean, if Mom and Dad are really sister and brother, their love affair is just like ours. Is that possible?”

“I really don’t know what to think” I said “but it sure looks that way. Think about how she instinctively knew that there might be something more between us.”

Then I suddenly remembered the wallet. I had left it out on the porch with everything spread out on the table.

“Shit” I said and jumped up and started back toward the cabin – Dania right behind me. I stopped at the steps. There was Mom standing by the table with the papers in her hand and crying.

“Oh no .. oh no” she was wailing “How could I have been so stupid to think they wouldn’t find out?”

We came up on the porch and put our arms around her trying to comfort her.

“Nooooo ” she wailed “don’t. We have been so selfish about wanting happiness that we didn’t consider anything else- even you two. Can you ever forgive us for deceiving you?” and she sank into a chair crying. Dania and I looked at each other in stunned silence.

Mom looked up at us through her tears and then seemed to get hold of herself.

“Sit down you two, I have something to tell you – to explain to you. You must keep this a secret between us. If Dad even finds out you know it will destroy him. He has never been so happy and I don’t want this to be the thing to change that. We made a promise to each other. I am hoping you will understand because I know how you two are and what you are up to. You aren’t kidding me about what you guys do all day at the island. I recognize the signs and the change in your relationship. The intimacy is unmistakable. I just couldn’t confront it because of what you now appear to know. It would be a little hypocritical. We’ll discuss that later. Right now you need to know how and why about Dad and me. So, let me start at the beginning.”

To be continued

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Hey guys, hereby I am going to share the story of how I had the first encounter with my Sister-in-law.

My name is Shoaib. I have a Muslim father and an Indian-Iranian mother and I live in a small town near Mumbai. 3 years ago I had a love marriage with a beautiful girl who was in my tuition class during my post-graduation.

I am 27 years old 6″ tall guy and I am a huge fitness enthusiast. My wife is from a middle-class family. For the past 2 and a half years, I’ve not even talked properly with my step-sister whose name is Jenna. Jenna is 23 years and has a medium built body.

Though I never showed any interest in her throughout 2 and a half years I secretly fantasied about her now and then and I have masturbated thinking of her countless times.

6 months ago when my wife went to her home for a short period somehow I and Jenna started chatting. Things were going good and we started to chat like the whole day. I am a conservative guy at the start but when I get going I don’t stop at all and neither did she. Every single day I woke up I used to chat with her and it would end when I go to sleep in the night. The conversations were getting so much spicy and spicy day by day that I was feeling wood in my pants every time I chat with her. The feeling of taboo was making me feel hornier than ever.

She stays in the town fairly near to my town. I always use to ask her, “hopping karne ayegi” means You wanna come shopping which she never refused nor accepted but I always kept on asking her every day for shopping or ice-cream or lunch or movie kinda things.

One day I was chatting with her in the early morning and she messaged me a good morning and we started chatting. I was about to get ready to go to my job and thought she must be getting ready to go to her job. As usual, I asked her, “chal aaj ayegi kya movie dekhne” means “wanna come for a movie” to my surprise she said, “which?”

At that time there was a movie called Julie 2 was released in India. There were other good movies but this movie was full of sex and taboo and it was perfect for what I had in my mind and on top of that it will clear out what was going in her mind too. So I asked her about it and she was ready for it.

“I will be there by 10:30, pick me up from the station.”

With my dick hard like never before, I said, “my pleasure sweetheart.”

She sent me a kissing smiley and I called my boss for sick leave and went to the bath to get ready. While taking shower my cock was not ready to cool-down. Somehow I managed to cool it down and wore a pair of Black Jeans&shirt as I knew she likes the black most.

At 10:15 I left my home. My mom was on her job and my dad went out of the city in the early morning so I locked the door and started going downstairs of our apartment when suddenly a thought came in mind that a bike would be better than a car. I quickly unlocked my home and exchanged car keys with the bike.

I got a little late because of the traffic to reach the station. I parked my bike and started to look around for her and suddenly I saw a milky white babe wearing a dark purple which is my favorite color shorts with the pockets lurking on her luscious thighs and a total backless black-top.

I went to her from behind and tapped on her gorgeous shoulder and said, “Hey, beautiful.”

She turned around and said, “First time and you are late, I was getting roasted by the scorching hot sun, huh.”

“Sorry, It was because of the traffic,” I said.

“Now you have to compensate for it by taking me shopping after the movie.”

I knew it from the start that Jenna is nothing like her sister, she is a little bit attention seeker and a money-hungry babe.

“Yes, No problem but you have to buy one thing of my choice.”

“Okay,” she said.

We went to the parking and started moving towards the theater on the bike. Surprisingly she was sitting very very close to me that I could feel her breath on my neck. I was already having a hard-on because she is the one that I was fantasizing for a long time and today she was with me.

We reached the mall in which the theater is situated. We sat on our seats and the movie started. A lot of steamy scenes came through, during one of the scenes I turned to see her face and as a reaction see turned her face towards me and we had weird eye contact but we both smiled it off. I was so turned on that I just wanted to fuck her right there in the theater but I kept my breath.

The movie ended and as promised before we went to the mall for shopping where we ate ice cream first and then she asked me to buy her a white Gucci T-shirt. It was so costly but I was expecting a bigger reward from her, later on, I bought it for her.

“So, what are you going to give me of your choice?” she said.”

Hold on my sexy Saali(sis-in-law), we are on our way for it, it’s in the last shop of 2nd floor’s left corner.”

“Ooooh you just said sexy?” she asked.

“Yeah, If you are sexy, what’s the big deal in calling you sexy?”

“You remember, I am your sister in law?”

“Yes, I do but that batman escort doesn’t change the fact that you are a god damn sexy.”

She looked at me with no expressions on her face at all and I was like it is what it is. As we were approaching the shop after a bit of silence she asked me “What do you find sexy in me?”

I made eye contact with her lustfully and said, “You want to know? I mean do you promise you won’t get offended?”

“Yes go on,” she said.

“Your two beautiful Ass chicks”

She was stunned for a second but then we reached the shop from which I wanted to buy her something and changed the topic by saying “Forget it, here we are”

When she had a jaw-dropping reaction because the shop was of Victoria’s Secret lingerie hub.

“What? you gonna buy me lingerie?”

“Why not?, That’s why I told you earlier that you will have to take whatever I buy for you. Now you can’t back off. I know you are a woman of your words sexy.”

The dirty look on my face made it clear to her about what I was thinking about her but after a little bit hesitant, she just went inside the store. I went behind her. I bought her a full white Shawl neck-ware with G-string panties along with a white pantyhose. As we went out of the shop there was a weird silence between us. We went to the parking without a word of the conversation. We sat on the bike and got on the city road.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“Where do you wanna go?”

After a moment of silence, she said: “Wherever I can have some fun.”

Now, I didn’t understand what she meant with the word fun but I thought we are on the same track so I said, “Okay then, here we go” but I didn’t tell her where I am taking her.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“Just sit tight, I am taking you the place where you will reach cloud 9 unless you don’t want to go in there.”

We made an eye-contact in the mirror and my eyes told her, I am going to rip you apart.

Finally, we reached the place.

“What, we are going to your home? No way I can’t come to your house, your father might come at home anytime,” she asked

“So if my father was not a problem you would have come with me to my house alone?” I asked her putting my one hand on her sexy thighs.

“I didn’t mean that” she fumbled saying it.”

“Don’t worry, he is out of the station for two days.”

She was still not ready, so I told her, “What? I’m not gonna eat you” though I was 100% going to eat her pussy if she comes inside my home.

We were in my apartment parking by the time, I parked the bike but she was still resisting a little bit, so I grabbed her left hand in my right hand and took her to the elevator. I didn’t release her hand in the elevator and tickled inside the area of her palm to clear my intentions.

We reached the floor and told her, “Just have some rest baby than I will take you to the station and you can go home sexy.”

She came out of the elevator and I unlocked the door of my house and told her to go inside “Ladies first” just because I wanted to see her wide big ass from behind. I went after her and closed the door and dived on her from behind.

“What are you doing Sho?” she used to call me Sho.

“What you and I both wanted to do from a long time”

“No…No I never. Ahhhh” before she completes the line I bit her neck like a black mamba and she was out of words.

“Stop lying Jenna, I know you wanted it as much as I.”

I turned her around and smooched her like a mad bull, eventually, she started to get active by scratching my back with her razor-sharp nails. I didn’t react because my dick was going to take the revenge of those marks later on. I lifted her wrapping her legs around my waist as I pulled her hairs with 1 hand while grabbing her back with the other and took her to my king size bed in my bedroom and threw her on the bed.

“Do you know why I bought you that costly as fuck lingerie?”

“Yes, I knew your intentions, Jijajee(brother-in-law) as she giggled.”

“Than what are you waiting for bitch? Just go to the bathroom and show me that lingerie.”

She got up from the bed and started to walk she touch passed my cock with her hand and I couldn’t resist it so I grabbed her from behind and unbuttoned her short and rubbed her pussy over her panty while kissing her neck and groped her boobs with my left hand for a while before letting her go to the change room.

Meanwhile, I removed my clothes and only kept my underwear on, after a few minutes she came out of the change-room and the sight that I saw was one of the best moments of my life. That G-String with lingerie and stockings were looking perfect on her.

“Beautiful, sexy, breathtaking,” I said.

“Yes, I am,” She said.

“Now I want to see the thing that I’ve been waiting to see for eternity. Turn around and show me your ass baby.”

She turned around while winking at me and those wide beautiful 34″ Ass with 22″ of her waist were in front of me.

I called her in the yalova escort bed with the gesture of my fingers. She slowly walked towards the bed then put her left knee on the bed and said, “you know what Sho.”

I replied, “what?” then putting her right knee on the bed she leaned towards me and said, “I’ve always wanted to see and feel your perfect abs Sho.”

Before I could reply she planted a hot kiss on my right middle ab while her hairs smoothly caressed my chest and my tummy, she made an eye contact whilst licking my right upper ab before sucking on both of my nipples while the only thing I could do was to enjoy and moan. It was a moment when I felt I was in total control of Jenna. Her face, hairs, ass all the things were mesmerizing me.

My eyes were wide shut as I allowed her to do whatever she wanted, she slowly started to kiss upwards toward my face. First my upper chest than my neck and chin before planting a hot french kiss on my lips.

Her whole body was on top of me. I opened my eyes and we got eye contact where I felt like she is the medusa and I am her victim. Somehow I gathered my consciousness and grabbed her ass with both of my hands and started to rub her anus which made her moan. I planted a gentle kiss on her lips before we got into wild smooch while I was constantly rubbing her anus and her clit.

After a while, she said, “My sister is so lucky to have you Sho, I am jealous that she has a sexy and successful guy like you, who can fulfill her all the financial dreams but also is a hot bedroom partner, ah baby please keep rubbing my pussy. I love it, baby.”

“But now you have me baby so what’s the problem.”

“Ya but, the Problem is I will soon get married.”

“That’s not a problem because I am sure shot going to bang you even after your marriage baby, now shut up and go take my caged mamba out.”

She slowly initiated to go towards my underwear panting kisses and licking some parts of my upper-body while her nails smoothly scratched my chest. She sucked on my lower abs and went more downwards to kiss my already hard throbbing cock on top of my underwear. I have no words how that moment felt to me. It was beyond my wildest dreams.

she lightly bit my cock with the underwear on and sucked it sideways before removing my 8″ cock out of the underwear. She was surprised by the size of my cock so I asked her, “What happened Jenna? I think this is the biggest you have seen today”

“No no it was because it’s my first time.”

“Don’t fool me, Jenna, I know you had affairs with a couple of guys before. Maybe more than that whom I don’t know and I don’t believe they haven’t fucked you with you having this amazing ass. Accept it, baby, that your puny boyfriends were not as manly as me”

“Okay, I had it with my last BF but only 3 times and he has a very skinny and short dick.”

“I think you are still fooling with me but if it is true then none of your boy toys were real man, I mean I won’t let you go before banging you 3 times today if we had time and they all haven’t had with you more than 3 times overall!!. Bunch of puns”

She gently kissed the top of my dick before licking it around several times. I could see the urge on her face to have that cock in her mouth and her holes.

“Have you ever sucked a dick?”

“I tried it but didn’t like it, it smells so bad and tastes like shit but your cock is different I just love the smell and taste of your cock Sho.”

She finally took my dick top in her mouth and I was gasping of pleasure “Oh yeah Jenna, suck it as much as you can.” She was a new visitor to the blowjob vile but she was doing fairly good. She was grabbing the base of my dick with a right hand stroking it gently and her fluffy lips traveling up and down on my dick.

“Hey Jenna, has your idiot boyfriend ever licked your pussy?”

She was about to say No when I quickly got up grabbed her from the waist and rolled her around on the bed on her tummy and shifted her G-string away to spearhead my tongue inside her sweet and fully wet vagina. I buried my face inside her heavenly ass chicks while going deeper and deeper inside her vagina.

She was screaming like hell because nobody had done this with her before. I asked her to spread her right leg so that I can rub her clit with my right-hand fingers while licking her deep inside. The screams got even louder. “Don’t stop, don’t stop Sho, I’m feeling something is happening in my body which is feeling so-so good, please don’t stop” and after a bit, she reached her orgasm and the cum flew out like a hydro pump of Blastoise. I stopped and cleaned my face with the towel.

“What was that Sho, you are a magician. I’ve never had that before”

“It’s your orgasm baby, shame on your previous BF’s but this is what real man does to a beauty like you. It’s just a starting baby, there’s a lot more to come.

While talking with her I quickly turned her around and spat on my cock while spreading it with my right hand. I slowly rubbed my cock on top of her clit traveling towards her navel several ordu escort times.

“I am going to impale my 8″ inside you, Jenna. Do you think you can take it? Do you think you can take it without screaming? ha? Do you want that fat cock inside you? You think you are as strong as you portray honey?”

“Yes I am ready, asshole, I won’t even moan. Go on dickhead.”

“A lot of women have said that but alas no one has overcome it, Jenna. Get ready here we go.”

Boom and the scream were almost enough to break the window glasses of my bedroom’s french window. She was shaking like its a fucking jackhammer planted inside her pink pussy.

“How do you feel now? Helpless Jenna? This is what happens when I enter strong babes like you. All the strong fullness goes to dust to 8″ of meat.”

She was unable to speak and she was so much in pleasure and pain she bends her waist making an arc as much as she can. I slowly started stroking my manhood inside and out feeling every inch of her pussy wall rubbing on my cock while Jenna was holding her screams by closing her mouth with both of her hands like a helpless babe. The sight which I always enjoy while banging chicks.

Short after I pulled her hands of her mouth with my left hand while rubbing her clit with my right hand. Jenna was like “Ohh God!! Ohh God, you are so big for me. It’s so painful but also pleasureful don’t stop Sho please don’t stop.”

“Don’t worry I will make your pussy use to my cock very fast bitch.”

I started to stroke her harder as I leaned my body on top of her and started lip kissing her while fucking her in a romantic missionary. I was exploring her mouth till her throat with my tongue while her eyes were rolled up and she was in a complete pleasure zone. I increased my pace and grabbed her right thigh with my left hand pulling it towards our faces. Because we were kissing she was unable to scream but to moan. Every moan of her was making me more excited. Each shot was getting more and more intense and our bodies were making sweet noise while they collide every-time. After about 10 minutes I got exhausted and slowed down to a very slow pace.

I got up on my knees while my dick still inside her and pulled my dick out of her vagina till only my head was left inside of her. We made an eye contact and while she was indulged in a romantic moment I ruthlessly stroked my all 8″ inside her and she screamed like there was a bomb explosion inside my room and before she could gather her shit I did it twice thrice and so on for 7-8 times before finally taking my cock out of her sweet pink tunnel.

“I’m sorry Jenna, I was so much into the moment that I got so hardcore.”

“I liked most of the part Sho, no worries,” she said.

We were so much indulged in the sex that I didn’t even make her naked. Though it was looking sexy on her, I removed her lingerie because I wanted to see and fill Jenna fully naked. now she was sleeping face up fully naked in front of me.

“Turn around Jenna, it’s time for you to be a real bitch of your dog.”

She turned around and got up on her knees with her ass touching my balls and my dick over it.

“Not like that Jenna, go and grab that wooden rod of the bed.”

Jenna went to her left and grabbed her rod. She was in a C shape from her head to her Ass. “Perfect,” I said while grabbing my cock with right hand lubing it with my saliva leaning my body slightly to have a perfect view of her pussy to spearhead my cock to the perfect target.

I put my cock inside her in doggy style while still grabbing the base of my dick with my right hand and my left hand grabbing and playing with her firm-wide ass chicks. I was pushed and pulled my whole cock in and out of her vagina before starting to fuck her from behind constantly without pulling my whole cock out.

As I started to get a little bit fast I put my right thumb inside her asshole. “You like it, baby?” I said. “Yes, it feels so good Sho. Keep going…Keep going” I kept fucking her at a steady pace for about 6-7 minutes and then asked her, “Hey Jenna, do you want me to bang you hard again.” to which she said, “Yes Sho, I am ready to feel that again.”

The sound of our bodies colliding with each other started to get louder. I can feel Jenna was feeling weak in her knees. It took a few minutes till doggy turned into the prone-bone.

Jenna was screaming like a little bitch while she suddenly said it’s happening again so I quickly wrapped my right hand around her waist and started rubbing her clit with my right-hand fingers.

“Oh! my god.. oh! my god. Don’t stop fucking me Sho…I love that…Fuck my cunt harder…Rub my clit faster…Oh god yes yes yes…Aaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!.

She did cum all over my cock but I didn’t stop fucking her. She was shaking like there was an earthquake inside her body. I flipped her around and started fucking her in the Asian reverse cowgirl position while grabbing her waist high with my strong hands and banging her as deep as possible with some extra hard strokes in between.

Her pussy juice was traveling through my cock towards my balls, and because of the juice our bodies were making an excellent sound. I spread her legs a little bit more and removed my cock out of the vagina and entered my middle and fourth finger inside her vagina and started to penetrate her very fast after a few seconds she was cumming again.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Gressilda, falls Du noch hier unterwegs bist: Ich knie vor Dir und küsse Deine sicherlich sehr schönen Füße. Vergib mir, ich habe Dein Personal geklaut. Ich konnte nicht anders, Deine Namen, vor allem Felix, Niklas und Elias, sie waren so schön.

Auch die Geschichte hat zu Beginn Ähnlichkeiten mit Deiner, sie ist aber eigenständig, schon weil mein Fetisch ein wenig anders ist als Deiner. Nimm es bitte als ehrfurchtsvolle Hommage.

Für alle anderen Leser: Wem die Geschichte zu homoerotisch ist, der möge sich erstens in die Ecke stellen und schämen, zweitens ein wenig Geduld haben, ab Kapitel 14 wird es besser, versprochen.

Und nur der guten Ordnung halber: Alle handelnden Personen sind 18 Jahre alt oder älter. Für den, der es genau wissen will: 20 Jahre alt oder älter.

Kapitel 1

In dem es Erscheinungen gibt

Das muss ein Stück vom Paradies sein, oder vom Himmel, oder was man sonst so dazu sagt, dachte Felix. Dabei lande ich doch garantiert nicht einmal in der Nähe davon, jedenfalls dann nicht, wenn auch nur einer der diversen Lehrer recht behalten sollte, die mich unterrichtet haben. Und falls sie allesamt unrecht hatten? Na, dann erst recht nicht, denn dann gibt es weder Himmel noch Paradies. Geschieht mir recht, dachte Felix. Perverse kommen nun einmal nirgendwo hin — nirgendwo, wo es schön ist jedenfalls.

Dabei ist es doch eigentlich richtig schön hier. Die Sonne scheint, der Sommer ist warm, ich bin im Urlaub und sitze hier auf der Bank am Rande des Marktplatzes dieser malerischen Kleinstadt. Und gerade ist ein Stück vom Paradies an mir vorbeigegangen.

Das Stück Paradies hatte die Form eines Jungen gehabt, vielleicht ebenso alt — pardon, ebenso jung wie Felix selbst, nicht klein aber feingliedrig und schmal, mit feinen Gesichtszügen und langem blonden Haar. Er hatte Shorts und ein ausgeblichenes T-Shirt getragen, als er den Wochenmarkt wieder verließ auch eine große Tasche aus derbem Leinen, die gut gefüllt zu sein schien.

Das alles war aber Nebensache, viel interessanter war, was der Junge nicht getragen hatte, er war nämlich barfuß gelaufen. Und das war nicht alles gewesen, die Art wie sich der Junge bewegt hatte… Der Wochenmarkt war gut besucht, Einheimische und Touristen schlenderten, eilten zielstrebig oder standen auf dem gepflasterten Platz zwischen den Ständen, es war nicht der ideale Ort, um ohne Schuhe zu gehen.

Aber der Junge… Felix hatte ihn eine Weile beobachten können, immer wieder hatte er die nackten Füße zwischen all den anderen Schuhen, Sandalen und Socken aufblitzen sehen. Und sie hatten sich stets mit einer beinahe tänzerischen, sicheren Eleganz bewegt. Felix hatte das deutliche Gefühl gehabt, als ob hier und da jemand regelrecht versucht hatte, dem Jungen auf die Zehen zu treten, aber der war jeweils mühelos ausgewichen, sogar ohne dabei auch nur einmal aus dem Tritt zu kommen. Natürlich hatte der Junge ihn bemerkt. Sein Blick war konzentriert und misstrauisch gewesen, als hätte er abschätzen wollen, ob Felix ihm auch auf die Füße treten wollte.

Das wohl nicht, aber vielleicht hat er gedacht, dass ich ihm ein Bein stellen würde, dachte Felix, nachdem der schmale Junge in einer Nebenstraße verschwunden war. Er war mit seiner großen Tasche an Felix Bank vorbeigekommen, als er den Wochenmarkt schließlich verlassen hatte. Ihre Blicke hatten sich für einen winzigen Moment getroffen und es hatte Felix einen Stich ins Herz gegeben. Der Blick war nicht feindselig gewesen, jedenfalls nicht offen feindselig, aber trotzdem… wie gerne hätte Felix gehabt, dass der schmale Junge ihm ein Lächeln geschenkt hätte.

Er hatte sich schon lange mit der Tatsache abgefunden, dass er nun einmal pervers war, weil er auf Füße stand. Das war auch kaum glaubwürdig zu leugnen, wann immer er nackte Füße erspähte, oder auch nur Füße ohne Strümpfe in Sandalen — er konnte seinen Blick einfach nicht abwenden. Vielleicht hätte Felix auch noch akzeptieren können, dass ihm anscheinend vollkommen gleich war, ob es sich bei dem Besitzer der Füße um ein Mädchen oder einen Jungen handelte.

Er hatte Freundinnen gehabt, nicht viele aber eine Jungfrau war er auch nicht mehr. Sie hatten seine Verehrung ihrer Füße eher geduldet als wirklich haben wollen, aber es hatte auch noch etwas anderes gefehlt. Er hatte einen Klassenkameraden gehabt, mindestens ebenso Einzelgänger wie er selbst, und sie hatten sich geküsst, ihre Körper gegenseitig erkundet, auch ein wenig mehr getan.

Felix hatte es genossen, auch wenn er sich hinterher deswegen geschämt hatte. Aber es hatte wieder etwas gefehlt, etwas Wichtiges. Felix ahnte ganz tief in seinem Inneren, was es war, aber er war einfach nicht in der Lage, es sich einzugestehen.

Jetzt war er also weg, der schmale Junge mit den langen blonden Haaren und den nackten Füßen. Und schöne Füße hatte er, Felix hatte genau hinsehen können, als sie an ihm vorbeigegangen waren. Nein, getanzt waren sie, an ihm vorbeigetanzt. Zierlich und schmal, genau wie ihr Besitzer, der ganz sicher nur sehr selten Schuhe trug, caddebostan escort wie Felix sich vorstellte. Wie gerne wäre er hinterhergelaufen, hätte den Jungen kennengelernt, sich mit ihm unterhalten, er hätte auch gerne geholfen, die Tasche zu tragen, die zu groß und zu schwer aussah für so einen zierlichen Jungen.

Träum weiter, dachte Felix, aber im Träumen, da war er unübertroffen. So fand er sich am Nachmittag mitten in den Feldern wieder, die das Städtchen umgaben. Er hatte sich tatsächlich getraut, seine Schuhe zu Hause zu lassen — he, wenn der schmale Junge das konnte — und so trug er nur eine kurze bequeme Sporthose.

Die Landschaft war nicht platt, aber doch rechtschaffenes Flachland, nur gelegentlich vom Tal eines Flüsschens durchschnitten, Felder und Wälder gestatteten einen weiten Blick. Hier und da streckte ein Kirchturm seine Spitze in die Höhe und zeigte an, dass neben dem Städtchen noch einige Dörfer in die Landschaft eingebettet lagen.

Es duftete herrlich nach Gras und reifendem Korn, manchmal mischte sich Kamille oder der eigenartig süße Geruch des Raps darunter. Die Sonne stand hoch an einem fast wolkenlosen Himmel und motivierte die Insekten zu summender Tätigkeit.

Felix schlenderte, genoss den Sommer, genoss auch den Boden unter seinen nackten Fußsohlen, stellte sich vor, dass der schmale Junge neben ihm ging… Moment, dachte er, wo bin ich jetzt? Habe ich hier an dieser Stelle nicht einen blonden Haarschopf gesehen, über einem Feld, das noch grün war, weit entfernt, vor einigen Tagen? Könnte es sein, dass er das war, damals? Vor sich, freilich noch in einiger Entfernung, sah Felix ein Waldstück. Vielleicht lag ja dahinter das Dorf, wo der schmale blonde Junge wohnte?

Ohne recht zu wissen, wie er bis dorthin gekommen war, stand Felix plötzlich am Waldrand. Hier war Schatten, die Luft war zwar nicht kühl, aber doch bei weitem nicht so heiß wie nebenan in den Feldern. Es ging wenig Wind, im Wald war es still. Auch die Gerüche änderten sich, Felix schnupperte und achtete, dass er nicht auf lose Äste trat. Einen Weg hatte er nicht gesehen. Der Wald war größer, als es aus der Entfernung den Anschein gehabt hatte. Felix dachte gerade darüber nach, ob er umkehren sollte, da lag er plötzlich auf dem Boden.

Er hatte seine Angreifer — es mussten mehrere sein — weder gesehen noch gehört. Sie hatten seine Arme gepackt, ihm ein Bein gestellt und dann nach vorne umgeworfen, wobei sie darauf geachtet hatten, dass er nicht mit dem Kopf auf den Waldboden schlug. Wenn Felix genauer darüber nachdachte, hatten sie ihn sogar an seinen Armen festgehalten und sanft auf den Boden gleiten lassen. Sie hielten seine Arme immer noch gestreckt nach hinten, und in seinem Rücken fühlte er Füße, die ihn am Boden festhielten. Nackte Füße!

Nach dem ersten Adrenalinschub, den der Überfall und der Sturz ausgelöst hatten, kam jetzt gleich der nächste. Ob einer seiner Angreifer der schmale Junge vom Markt war? Wie viele mochten es überhaupt sein? Die ihn festgehalten und zu Fall gebracht hatten, mussten zwei sein, denn er fühlte zwei Füße auf seinem Rücken, die sicher nicht zu nur einem Jungen gehörten.

Jungen? Obwohl er niemanden gesehen hatte, war Felix sich sicher, dass es sich um Jungen handeln musste. Die Hände, die seine Handgelenke und Unterarme eisern festhielten, gehörten ganz sicher zu Jungen. Und sie trugen beide keine Schuhe, so wie der Junge vom Markt… so wie er selber.

Ganz bestimmt musste einer von ihnen der Junge vom Markt sein. Hatte er Freunde, die genau so waren wie er? Vor seinem Gesicht tauchte ein drittes Paar Füße auf. Noch ein Junge! Dieser hockte sich vor Felix hin und er konnte sehen, dass der Junge eine Art Lendenschurz aus grobem Stoff trug.

Dann wurde es dunkel, weil der dritte Junge ihm die Augen verbunden hatte. Felix spürte, wie er in Panik zu geraten drohte, aber er schaffte es, sich wieder zu beruhigen. Sich wehren zu wollen, hatte ohnehin wenig Sinn, sie hatten ihn gut im Griff. Was passierte hier? Erlaubten sich die Jungen einen Spaß mit ihm?

Felix wusste sofort, dass das nicht stimmen konnte. Die Jungen hatten bis jetzt nicht gesprochen, sie waren ganz offensichtlich ein eingespieltes Team. Jetzt wurde sein Kopf an den Haaren hochgezogen und so öffnete er auch den Mund, als er spürte, wie ihm jemand ein Stück Ast gegen die Lippen drückte. Er lag hier im Wald, hilflos seinen Angreifern ausgeliefert, die ihn geknebelt und ihm die Augen verbunden hatten!

—

Da stand der Junge nun vor ihnen, ein Stück Ast als Knebel im Mund und ein Streifen Stoff als Augenbinde. Er zitterte, hielt aber die Hände schön brav über dem Kopf.

“Was machen wir mit ihm, Elias? Soll ich Meister Niklas holen?”

Ja, was sollten sie mit ihm machen? Elias war einem Gefühl gefolgt und noch einmal zum Waldrand zurückgekehrt, nachdem er die Einkäufe verstaut hatte. Er hatte schon wieder zum Hof zurückgehen wollen, als der Junge in den Feldern aufgetaucht war. Elias hatte anadolu yakası escort ihn gleich erkannt, es war der hochgewachsene Junge, der am Markt auf der Bank gesessen hatte.

Ob der ihm gefolgt war? Es sah nicht so aus, auch war der Junge Elias eigentlich ganz freundlich vorgekommen. Elias erwischte sich dabei, wie er sich wünschte, der Junge möge umkehren, aber der konnte seine Gedanken natürlich nicht hören und ging weiter, in den Wald.

Damit hatte Elias keine andere Wahl mehr gehabt, er war zum Hof zurückgekehrt und hatte Julian und Leon als Verstärkung geholt. Eine von Niklas eisernen Regeln: Gefährliche Dinge nie alleine machen. Ob das hier gefährlich werden würde, das konnte man nicht so genau vorhersagen, also musste es als gefährlich angesehen werden. Wo war Niklas überhaupt? Elias hatte ihn am Hof nicht gesehen, wahrscheinlich arbeitete er mit Fabian an irgendetwas Elektrischem. Also schüttelte Elias auf Julians Frage nur stumm den Kopf.

Der Wald war Privatgelände, allerdings stand natürlich nur an der Zufahrt ein Schild, und einen Zaun gab es auch nicht. Aber Niklas duldete nicht, dass Fremde hier so einfach herumliefen, er verscheuchte daher jeden, der dem Hof zu nahe kam. Fürs Scheuchen war es in diesem Fall vielleicht schon ein wenig spät.

Elias war noch in seinen Gedanken versunken, als Leon plötzlich auf den Jungen zutrat und vorsichtig, aber zielsicher seine Turnhose herunterzog. Elias wollte zuerst eingreifen, es fiel ihm aber nicht schnell genug ein, wie, und jetzt… jetzt standen sie zu dritt um den Jungen herum und waren froh, dass sie ihm die Augen verbunden hatten.

Jedenfalls war Elias froh, denn sie standen alle drei mit offenem Mund da, und hätte der Junge sie so sehen können, er hätte wohl jeden Respekt verloren. Elias hatte ja vorher schon gut sehen können, dass der hochgewachsene Junge ausgesprochen fit und muskulös war, aber erst jetzt, wo sie seinen Körper komplett nackt sehen konnten, war dieses Kunstwerk überhaupt zu würdigen.

Selbst Elias, der mit Kunst nicht viel am Hut hatte, verspürte das dringende Bedürfnis, einen Marmorblock zu finden und eine Statue von diesem Körper zu meißeln. Einen perfekten Marmorblock bitteschön, denn alles andere wäre eine Frechheit dem Jungen gegenüber gewesen.

Der schmächtige Leon hatte sich natürlich als Erster gefangen und umkreiste jetzt lautlos und auf Zehenspitzen den immer noch zitternd dastehenden Jungen. Man hatte den Eindruck, dass er den Anblick mit allen Details in sich aufsaugte. Das lohnte sich aber auch wirklich. Elias, der hinter dem Jungen stand, hatte noch nie einen so schönen, muskulösen Rücken gesehen.

Die Schultern waren breit, aber nicht übertrieben, überhaupt hatte Elias nicht das Gefühl, einen Bodybuilder oder das Ergebnis von Arbeit im Fitnessstudio vor sich zu haben. Aber wie sonst bekommt man einen so schönen, harmonischen Körper? Diese kräftigen langen Beine, dieser runde, wunderschöne Knackarsch…

Elias musste sich wirklich beherrschen, nicht mit seinen Fingern die Muskelstränge auf dem Rücken des Jungen nachzuzeichnen. Er blickte in Leons rundes Gesicht, das wie erwartet ein glückliches Lächeln zeigte. Leon war viel stärker optisch geprägt als Elias, er genoss den Anblick sichtlich und Elias konnte beobachten, wie seine Augen über den nackten Körper des Jungen wanderten.

Aber Leon brauchte sich ja auch keine Gedanken darüber zu machen, was sie mit dem jungen Herkules hier anfangen sollten. Elias schon, aber auch er konnte einfach nicht anders, er ging leise um den Jungen herum, er wollte, nein er musste auch die Vorderseite anschauen. Die war ebenso sehenswert wie die Rückseite. Flache, harte, wohldefinierte Brustmuskeln, ein flacher Bauch, auf dem sich die darunterliegenden Muskeln deutlich abzeichneten, insgesamt gut, aber nicht übermäßig definiert, einfach harmonisch und — schön.

Ein ganz klein wenig Körperbehaarung an den Unterarmen, der Schambereich war rasiert. Hier passte auch das Bild der klassischen Statue nicht mehr, denn die waren an dieser Stelle immer sehr klein. Das konnte man von dem Jungen nun wirklich nicht behaupten, er war ordentlich ausgestattet. Elias fiel auch dazu nicht mehr ein, als dass es sich ebenfalls in das harmonische Gesamtbild einfügte. Er fand es allerdings irgendwie schade, dass die Sporthose die Füße des Jungen bedeckte, denn er hätte auch deren Anblick im Zusammenspiel mit dem übrigen Körper gerne genossen.

Genug gegafft, Elias, lass dir was einfallen! Er blickte Julian an, hob sein linkes Bein und deutete auf seine Fußsohle. Julian nickte und verschwand im Wald. Elias nahm einen der Stricke, die er mitgebracht hatte. Er trat hinter den Jungen, packte dessen Handgelenke und führte ihn bis vor einen Baum, der die passende Größe hatte. Er berührte den Jungen mit seinem Fuß an der Kniekehle und der kniete sich wie gewünscht vor den Baum, woraufhin Elias ihm die Hände hinter dem Baumstamm fesselte.

So kniete der Junge jetzt nackt vor dudullu escort dem Baum, die Stirn gegen den Stamm gelehnt die Arme nach vorne gestreckt, als ob er den Baum umarmen wollte. Er zitterte immer noch. Er hat Angst, dachte Elias. Natürlich hat er das, das soll ja so sein, wir müssen ihn vertreiben, dass er dem Hof nicht noch einmal zu nahe kommt. Aber gleichzeitig hatte Elias den dringenden Wunsch, dem Jungen seinen Arm um die Schulter zu legen und ihn zu beruhigen, ihm zu sagen, dass alles in Ordnung war.

Bist du eigentlich verrückt geworden, Elias? Du hast doch gerade gespürt, wie kräftig diese Unterarme sind. Was, wenn das ein trainierter Judoka oder Karatekämpfer ist? Der Körperbau und die Muskeln würden auch dazu passen. Und die Hände, die du da gefesselt hast, die waren zwar gepflegt, aber waren da nicht leichte Schwielen zu sehen? Niklas hat dir doch beigebracht, dass man immer, wirklich immer vorsichtig sein muss. Als ob du das nicht selbst schon wusstest.

Aber nein, das Bild stimmte einfach nicht. Elias erinnerte sich daran, wie er auf dem Markt an dem Jungen vorbeigegangen war. Dessen Blick war freundlich und offen gewesen, eher ein wenig verzweifelt als sonst was. Und er hatte Elias auf die Füße gestarrt, ganz deutlich sogar. Er hatte sich auch nicht gewehrt, nicht einmal ansatzweise.

Da kam Julian mit einer Haselrute zurück, der er im Gehen die Zweige und Blätter abriss. Solange niemand nahe genug war, mithören zu können, beugte sich Elias zu dem Jungen hinunter und sagte leise in sein Ohr:

“Diesen Wald darf man nicht ohne Erlaubnis betreten, Junge. Du wirst jetzt Schläge mit der Rute auf Deine Fußsohlen bekommen, als Strafe und damit Du es nicht mehr vergisst. Mach Dir keine Sorgen, danach bringe ich Dich zum Waldrand und Du darfst gehen.”

—

Diese Stimme! Sanft, leise und doch fest. Das musste der Junge vom Markt sein. Eine andere Stimme hatte eben den Namen “Elias” genannt. Und hatte diesen Elias um Anweisungen gefragt. Felix wusste, dass gerade Elias zu ihm gesprochen hatte. Er spürte, wie sein Zittern nachließ. Ja, Elias, wenn Du mich bestrafen musst, dann will ich das annehmen, schließlich bin ich selber schuld, man läuft nicht einfach abseits der Wege irgendwo herum.

Es war furchtbar gewesen, als sie ihm eben die Turnhose heruntergezogen hatten. Auch wenn seine Augen verbunden gewesen waren, hatte er ihre Blicke doch spüren können, denen er schutzlos ausgeliefert war. Und es war auch deswegen furchtbar gewesen, weil es eigentlich genau das war, was immer gefehlt hatte.

Als er hilflos und nackt dort im Wald gestanden hatte, da hatte er nicht mehr ignorieren können, dass er mehr als einfach nur pervers war. Aber wie sollte er es sonst beschreiben? Es war wieder wie ein Stück vom Paradies gewesen, ein Traum, wahr geworden, obwohl Felix nicht einmal gewusst hatte, dass er diesen Traum träumte.

Wenn da nur nicht diese furchtbare Unsicherheit gewesen wäre. Er wusste nicht, wer ihn überfallen hatte, auch nicht wie viele es waren. Er stellte sich vor, dass eine ganze Fußballmannschaft um ihn herumstand und sich über ihn lustig machte. Es war furchtbar gewesen.

Aber dann hatte er Elias Stimme gehört. Und er war sich auch sicher, dass es Elias war, der ihn an den Baum gefesselt hatte. Die Stimme, die mit der Stimme verbundene Vorstellung von dem Jungen auf dem Markt, das hatte ihn beruhigt.

—

Elias hatte bereits beschlossen, dass er den Jungen an den Schultern festhalten würde, während Julian ihm auf die Fußsohlen schlug. Er hatte Julian einmal streng angesehen, und der hatte gegrinst. Selbstverständlich würde er vorsichtig sein, er war ja kein blutiger Anfänger. Aber dadurch, dass Elias die Schultern des Jungen hielt, zwang er Julian regelrecht zur Vorsicht, und das war genau seine Absicht. Abgesehen davon, dass er so diese herrlichen Muskeln spüren durfte.

Der Junge hielt auch brav still, während die Rute auf seine Fußsohlen klatschte. Er zitterte auch nicht mehr. Dafür schaute Leon ihn beinahe flehend an. Elias nickte schließlich, und Julian, der den Blick natürlich ebenso bemerkt hatte, gab die Rute weiter. Wie kaum anders zu erwarten, schlug Leon deutlich weniger fest zu als Julian. Das war aber vielleicht auch besser so, dem Jungen würden seine Fußsohlen garantiert ordentlich weh tun.

Leon hörte auch von sich aus auf zu schlagen, als Elias gerade überlegte, dass es wohl bald genug sei. Er bedeutete Leon und Julian, sich in den Wald zurückzuziehen. Der Junge hatte ihn bereits gesehen, daher würde Elias ihn auch zum Waldrand zurückbringen.

Zu diesem Zweck löste er zunächst die Handfesseln und führte dann die Hände des Jungen auf dessen Rücken, was dieser ohne Widerstand geschehen ließ. Erst nachdem seine Hände wieder gefesselt waren, befreite Elias ihn von dem Knebel und der Augenbinde, ließ ihn aufstehen und führte ihn in Richtung Waldrand.

So gingen sie beide nebeneinander durch den Wald, langsam und fast wie im Traum. Sie wussten es noch nicht, aber ihr Traum war derselbe. Vielleicht ahnten sie es. Jedenfalls blickten sie beide immer wieder verstohlen auf den anderen und hofften, dass dieser das nicht merken würde. Elias, der einen halben Schritt hinter dem Jungen ging, konnte seinen Blick kaum von diesem herrlichen Körper losreißen. Und jetzt konnte er auch endlich in Ruhe die nackten Füße des Jungen betrachten, die dieser vorsichtig auf den Waldboden setzte.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32