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In a languid, blissful daze, Carol lay naked, oozing cum from her freshly fucked pussy. To Carol, there was nothing better than a good fucking and she craved a cock inside her as often and as much as a good meal.

Caressing her tits, she gazed up lovingly at Tim. She felt so lucky to be with him. He was handsome and so good-looking, much handsomer than any other guy she had ever dated. He was cool, a member of Lambda Omega Psi, the coolest bunch of frats on campus. He was rich, or at least his daddy was, and he drove a BMW. Best of all, he had a nice big dick and really knew how to use it.

She had fucked him on their first date. Actually it wasn’t a date, they met at a party. She was quite drunk and sprawled out. But on every other date since, she eagerly fucked him, and he in turn dated her on a regular basis. She knew that was really the only reason he dated her, but she didn’t care. The fact that he was with her and not with some other girl was the point. The fact that he sought her out, week after week was the point. The fact that he was inside her, three, four times a week was the point, even if he did usually call her at the last minute.

She had almost everything a man could want, a dynamite body with large firm tits with big puffy aureoles and thick nipples, a slender waist that flared beautifully to her hips, a firm butt, long, shapely muscular legs and great looking, sexy feet. Her only problem was her face. It simply wasn’t very attractive. She wasn’t ugly, just not attractive. Her face was a little too long, her black hair was just a little too frizzy to be manageable, her nose was a little too large, her eyes were a little too small, and her front teeth were a little crooked. The fact that her facial skin was slightly pockmarked didn’t help any either.

All through high school she had endured the not so subtle comments and jokes about her face, about how it caught fire and her momma put it out with a track shoe, how it was really a map of the far side of the moon, how the doctor had beaten her with an ugly stick as she was born. As her body took shape, the jokes turned to admonitions that all she needed to do was wear a bag over her head, that she looked great from the rear, and that no one would notice the flaws in a dark cave.

She heard from her girl friends that guys were really only interested in feeling them up and getting inside their panties. That sounded exciting to her, so when she was finally asked out on a date, she let the guy do whatever he wanted. After that, lots of guys wanted to date her, not steadily, but once, twice, sometimes more. On some dates, she went out with two or three guys at the same time. It didn’t take long before she was turning down dates on Friday and Saturday nights as she was spoken for. It didn’t matter to her that everyone called her a slut; she got what she wanted, what she needed.

“Come on, Carol, get up,” admonished Tim with more than a hint of impatience in his voice. “We’ve got to get over to the Haunted House and get ready.”

The Haunted House was an annual charity fundraiser put on by the Greek Council, and Tim had escort bayan ataşehir asked her to help out. Of course she said ‘yes’, she always said ‘yes’ to Tim. She put on a black costume robe with snaps in the back and put on panties and a pair of tennis shoes. As usual she was braless. Tim liked her braless when she was with him, the better for him to steal an enticing feel whenever he wished.

The Haunted House was set up in an old warehouse building. Each fraternity and sorority had a section to design, build, and staff. The Lam-O’s had constructed a new set this year and Carol had been recruited to play the Spider Lady. The set had a solid backdrop wall, placed at a slight angle from the floor and painted flat black. White nylon rope was woven into a large spider web. In the center were eight hairy spider legs radiating from a center hole in the wall. Carol was to stick her head through the wall to complete the illusion. She was instructed to moan, groan, and beg for help from the customers, mainly little kids with their parents and high school kids.

She followed Tim to the back stage area, were her face was made up with whiteface and black grease paint. Her black hair was frizzed up to a frightening effect and she was ready to go.

Chad, the Lam-O president, came by carrying a cash box. She couldn’t help but notice the smarmy smirk on his face while he thanked Carol for volunteering. Then he told her that the other girl who was to be her relief tonight had gotten sick and she’d have to do the entire evening without a break.

Tim and Chad led her over to the head hole. There was a chair for her to sit on so she wouldn’t be forced to stand and bend over for several hours on end. They showed her the handgrips attached to the wall to give her support. Chad showed her the headlock that would slip over her neck, and explained why it was necessary; otherwise customers would be able see around her neck and into the backstage area, spoiling the illusion.

As opening time approached, Tim put on the rest of his costume and told Carol that he would be nearby in the maze-way. Squeezing her plump titties one last time, Tim told her to get into position.

She sat in the chair and stuck her head through the hole. The headlock was lowered across her neck. To her surprise, the set up wasn’t uncomfortable at all. A few moments later she saw Tim in the maze-way dressed in his ghoul costume and she was immediately comforted.

The maze-way filled with sounds of a horror house, moans, groans, shrieks, thunder, rattling chains, banging noises, and evil laughter. She was just getting used to the arrangement when the first customers came walking by.

She cried out plaintively, “Help me! Please help me! Ohhhhhh, somebody please help me!”

Of course everyone just looked at her, maybe smiled or shirked away, and then continued through the maze. It soon was apparent to Carol that the fundraiser would make lots of money, as a steady stream of students and parents with little kids filed by.

Someone or ones placed her escort bayan pendik hands on the handgrips and slowly pulled the chair out from under her, forcing her to stand, bent at the waist. She tried to pull her head back to see what was happening, but the headlock prevented her from moving out of position. Then she felt the hands, stroking her tits, stroking her outthrust ass. She felt the snaps of her costume being undone one at a time until the garment fell down around her arms. Unseen hands took each arm from the handgrip and pulled the robe from her arms, allowing it to fall around her feet.

As cool air embraced her nearly nude body, her eyes got wide as panic set in. She pleaded, “Help me! Somebody help me! Pleeeease, somebody help meeeee!!!”

Next, Velcro straps secured her to the handgrips.

“Help! Oh please, somebody help!”

The little kids laughed and the adults smiled as they walked on by.

The unseen hands mauled her tits and pulled at her teets as still another set of fingers hooked under the elastic waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down to her ankles. She let out a blood-curdling scream as a hand stroked her now bare pussy. Tim looked over to her and waved.

“Oh, please!” she whined. “Somebody! I need help!!!! Please!!!!”

As her hands were secured to the handgrips, her only defense was to blindly kick at her attackers, but the panties and the robe tangled in her feet until she managed to kick them clear. Powerful hands held each of her ankles, removed her tennis shoes and slowly pulled her bare feet about two feet apart.

Mouths began suckling her luscious tits. Soon her body began tingling with unwanted desire. A hand slid down her butt crack until it rubbed across her pussy. Immediately she felt herself gush. Then she felt the head of the first cock rake up and down her wet pussy slit. She screamed desperately, “Oh gawd! Please! Please nooooooo! Somebody help meeeeee! Please!” Closing her eyes, she cried mournfully, “Ohhhhh, ohhhhh!” as she felt a nice hard cock sliding into her wanton pussy. A finger found her clit and began to rub it while she was raped.

Her eyes became glassy as passion rose within her like a rising river. She tried to fight it off, but it was a losing battle the moment the cock penetrated her. Tendrils of pure ecstasy shot through her groin.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, aaaiiiieeee!!!!!” she cried as her body betrayed her. Carol twisted and turned as the first orgasm of the night swept over her.

The little kids pointed and laughed at her face twisted in a grimace.

Part in horror and part in pleasure, she moaned as she was fucked, shackled to the wall, unable to see her attackers. The horror quickly melted away as she wallowed in the ever-delightful sensation of a cock filling her up. The cock pumped in and out of her for several minutes at a furious pace before it was withdrawn.

The sudden withdrawal of the cock caused her to whimper in protest, “Nooooo.” New hands gripped her hips. She hissed, “Yessssssss,” as another cock escort bayan ümraniye slipped into her.

One after another in a seemingly endless procession, a fresh dick penetrated her every five or six minutes. Her bent over position caused each cock head to rub and stimulate her G-spot. Soon vaginal orgasms began, one after another, every few minutes or so. A pile of used condoms grew at her feet, so that she couldn’t adjust her feet without stepping and slipping on several wet rubbers.

At one time, a particularly large cock drove into her. It felt familiar, the way it filled her, the way it thrust into her. She thought she knew who that cock belonged to, it was her favorite history professor, or was it that coach, or was it was the janitor, or was Tim’s roomie, Moose? It really didn’t matter; she smiled and gurgled in delight as the big dick fucked her for five minutes.

Someone mercifully slipped the chair back under her so that she could sit, but five minutes later, it was removed and the fucking began anew. All through the night, she was given the chair for a few minutes rest before the gang bang resumed. Periodically, Tim would come by and offer her a drink of water from a squirt bottle. She was always babbling incoherently.

Finally the flow of customers slowed to a trickle and the fucking stopped. Unseen hands pulled her panties back up. Unseen hands released her from the handgrips and slipped the robe back on and snapped it closed. Unseen hands slipped on her tennis shoes and eased the chair back under her.

Tim walked up to her, glanced both ways and seeing no one around, whipped out his cock for her to suck. When she didn’t respond as she had always done in the past, he asked, “Are you all right?”

“Yes, damn it! Let me go! Let me go!”

“Okay, okay, baby. Why didn’t you tell me you needed help?”

Suddenly indignant she shouted, “I tried! I tried! They fucked me, Tim! They fucked me!”

“Who fucked you?”

“I don’t know! Please get me out of this!”

Tim went around backstage, finding her sitting in the chair like he had left her. He stopped to talk briefly with Chad who was sitting at a table, counting out a large stack of money. He then raised the headlock and she pulled her head out.

“Oh, thank god!” she sobbed. “They fucked me Tim, they fucked me!” She buried her head into his shoulder.

“Who fucked you?”

“I don’t know! They were behind the wall!”

Tim reached up under the robe and felt her pussy. It was hot, puffy and wet, but nothing out of the ordinary. “I don’t feel any cum leaking out. Are you sure?”

“Yes I’m sure! They fucked me and fucked me all night long.”

“Well, not that I can tell.”

“I, I, I…”

“Say, thanks for helping us out tonight! I know that was a long time without a break, but I watched you and you were terrific! Great facial expressions and you can really moan like a bitch in heat!”

“I, I, I…”

“Chad says that thanks to you, we made a lot of extra money tonight!”

“Well, I… Hey!” She struck him in the chest and feigned a pouting look.

“Have fun? I thought you would. Say, do you feel up to helping us out again tomorrow night? I’ll make sure that we find you some relief.”

“I…” She looked over at Chad and then turned back to Tim with a knowing grin. “Sure. Love to, but don’t worry about finding me any relief.”

“I knew you’d say yes! Now how about one of your famous blowjobs baby?”

“I… mmmphh!”

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It all started as a lark; I was in Las Vegas for a week attending a conference and enjoying some time away from the office. Staying at one of the casinos on the strip, I was attending meetings through the day, working out in the evening and seeing the town at night.

In the two short trips to Vegas previously, I had never gone to any big shows or anything; I had gone once to an upscale strip club and quickly ran though a couple of hundred dollars on the good-looking and well toned dancers there. But no big adventures, no one-night anything; just a good time and some decent luck at the tables.

Today was a light meeting schedule, so I was taking advantage of some extra gym time. I was midway into my routine when a woman I had noticed earlier caught my eye; she was very pretty, light blonde hair, lovely blue eyes and an awesome athletic figure – tight, toned, tan – very nice altogether. She was watching me lift which made me feel a little self-conscious but wanting to push a touch more weight. Our eyes met and she smiled, but then she looked away and moved towards a guy in another part of the gym. Oh well, I thought, and kept going.

A few minutes later she was back, this time closer. I was in the middle of a lift, and she waited until I was done and came over and introduced herself. Her name was Amy, and she was there for a couple of weeks with her husband. They were vacationing there and enjoying the party atmosphere; they had been there ten days and had seen a lot of shows and spent some money at the casinos.

We chatted for a bit, all the while I was trying not to stare at her in that tight spandex top. Her breasts were small and hard with her nipples clearly visible pushing up on the fabric of the top. On top of being beautiful, she seemed very nice and for some reason mentioned that she and her husband were a very open couple. I didn’t really understand that, it must have shown on my face when she smiled again and invited me to join them for dinner that night. I had no plans, she was very friendly and I figured why not.

Before going out, I took some extra time washing up and getting dressed – it was very tempting to stroke myself in the shower thinking about Amy, about holding her tight and taking off that spandex top. My cock grew just thinking about it, but I held off, thinking that I could spend the evening with them and take care of that later.

I left the room in a nice Brooks Brothers shirt, slacks, and some Italian loafers picked up on my last trip to New York. I was getting a restaurant recommendation from the concierge in the lobby when Amy appeared in a magnificent evening dress – all blue sequins, with bare shoulders and a plunging back – her hair was down and she was quite the vision. I could not help but to smile taking it all in, and she appeared to appreciate the compliment. She came up and greeted me with a kiss to the cheek and said we could go ahead, her husband was not coming to dinner. I was a little confused but happy to have her on my arm as we left for dinner.

We took a taxi and went to an intimate restaurant, getting a booth in the back. Amy was very friendly without being overly talkative; she was good conversation and had a tendency to lean closely to me and touch when sharing something. I could not help but to be charmed with her and she seemed to be enjoying herself. We started talking about our lives and she began talking about her and her husband.

To this point we had been very casual, just small talk, but then she slid over to me, put her hand on mine and said she wanted to tell me something. Naturally I told her to go ahead. She leaned so close I could smell her hair, her subtle perfume, and was having a hard time concentrating on her words. She said she and her husband Mark had shared some amazing things together – travel, outdoor adventures – but there were other things they wanted to share as well. Amy looked at my eyes as she said during the last week they had lived out one of her husband’s fantasies – they had invited another woman into their bedroom and shared her for the evening.

Amy told me this with her face inches from mine, her eyes big and her hand touching mine. I started to understand something as she went on. Amy said it was one of the most magnificent experiences of their lives, that they both had re-lived it again and again over the last couple of nights. She stopped for a moment to gauge my reaction. I was incredibly turned on at the thought of this beautiful woman going down on another woman, and told her so. I went on and told her I hoped the other girl tasted good, because I was sure Amy would taste good to her. Amy smiled, dropped her hand to my leg, and looked at me very directly.

She said, “It was the best sex I’ve ever had. It opened my eyes to the way sex can be. I’ve never come so hard or so many times.” She leaned in so that her lips were barely touching my ear. “And now that we’ve lived out Mark’s fantasy, it’s my turn.”

With this, she moved in and kissed me full on the lips. Her mouth escort was warm and wet and as I started to return the kiss her hand moved up my leg and gently rested on top of my growing cock.

She pulled back and said, “I saw you in the gym two days ago. I showed you to Mark and said ‘He’s the one.’ Mark agreed and said I could talk to you about it.”

I was turned on, flattered, and hoping she would not remove her hand from my now hard cock. I wrapped her in my free arm, told her I thought she was beautiful and asked directly what they had in mind. She started a slow, teasing stoking motion on me, hidden under the table.

“It’s a little kinky,” she said. She hesitated, then: “Maybe a lot kinky. I’ve always thought Mark is secretly bisexual. This time it’s my turn to live out my fantasy, and that is to share a man between Mark and me.”

She looked a little anxiously at me, wanting to know if I was still alright.

In my life, I’ve never been with another guy. It’s always been with a girl – and on a couple of occasions, two girls. But to be honest, I have to admit to fantasizing about being with a couple. I’ve often come by my hand, stroking it fast until I squirted all over my hard stomach, thinking about being taken by two people at the same time. Here was this opportunity with this magnificent woman, asking if I was OK with it.

I told her, “Honestly, I have never been with another guy, but have fantasized about it…” Looking at her, I wanted to kiss those lips again. My body reacted to the idea, I made a leap and said, “So long as I can have some more of you…” leaned in, and kissed her long and hard.

Amy responded by kissing back, opening her mouth and letting our tongues touch; her hand reflexively tightened on my cock and my hips moved in response. We needed to get to a room quickly. But before I could stand, she put her hand on my arm and asked me to stop for a second.

“Wait – there’s more. This part may be hard for you.” She looked at me earnestly. “I need to add something – something that might make you uncomfortable. Something I have thought about for years.” I stopped and waited to hear the rest; I felt a faint touch of anxiety start to run through me.

She said, “I have always wanted to have a man with us… but somehow anonymously. To share him with Mark, but for Mark and me to be in total control. For us to completely…” She was seeking words. “Have him.”

She looked up at me and in a rush, spilled out what must have been hidden within her for years. “I want to blindfold you, bring you into our bed and for both of us to fuck your brains out.”

The words, the thought, brought back to me my fantasy of being with a couple. The idea of being there, of things asked of me, of having my body used for pleasure… I could not help but smile at her. I leaned over, pressed my lips to her ear and said, “Let’s go.” She thrilled, kissed me, and we left.

In the taxi on the way back, I was all over her. I pulled her to me and she went weak in my arms as I kissed her, pulled down that dress and began to suck on those perfect breasts. Her nipples hardened instantly in my mouth and she told me breathlessly that she was very sensitive there. Her eyes rolled back as I rolled her nipples around with my tongue; I grabbed her hair, pulled her head back gently and pulled her body to me as I sucked harder upon her and she made a sharp noise in her throat, her body convulsing against me. She pulled my head up and kissed me with all she had, pulling my tongue into her mouth.

We were at the hotel quickly, and I paid the smiling driver. We ran through the lobby, and caught up in the elevator – this time she pushed me against the wall and ground her pussy into my cock, all the while shoving her tongue into my mouth. Her hands held me and I was surprised at the strength she possessed in those slender arms. We went to the top floor and she pulled me by the hand towards their suite. She unlocked the door and we went into the foyer. There were no lights on beyond. Amy turned to me and asked me to stay right there.

“Don’t move and don’t worry – we are going to make you feel really, really good tonight.” She kissed me again and ran off into the darkness. I was left there alone.

From the foyer, across the darkened living area, the lights of the city were visible going off into the distance. I heard soft music coming from somewhere. Amy came back in a rush, her face glowing and something in her hands.

“Everything is perfect,” she said. “We are going to completely take care of you.”

With that, she came up close to me and moved behind me. Suddenly her hands were over my eyes, and she placed a blindfold there. She held my arm for a moment – I felt that she was looking at me, watching me. My body reacted in a way I never expected – I shivered, a thrill running down my back as I realized I was coming into her power, that she was directing things from here on. And that only increased as I felt another hand on my other sex hikaye arm – her husband.

Until now this had been an exciting game, but here the reality of another man hit me. I was blindfolded, in a strange room with a couple. Someone started unbuttoning my shirt. Amy – I could smell her hair. Her soft fingers explored and moved down my chest as she undid each one.

She purred whispered words as she went along – “look at his beautiful chest… how strong he is… and he’s ours tonight…”

She went down to my belt and stopped. Hands pulled my shirt down from my shoulders and ran over my bare skin… large hands, stronger than Amy’s, somehow more demanding. They moved to my chest, ran across my muscles, stopped and pulled on my nipples. I gasped. I heard Amy giggle. My shirt was pulled from my slacks and taken off of me; her soft hand took mine and led me from the foyer. I had no idea where we were going. Another pair held and guided my hips as we walked. Mark must be walking behind us, his hands on me. I heard my shoes go from marble tile to soft carpet, feeling that change as we walked deeper into their room.

We stopped. I was turned by the hands on my hips. Music was playing, I could smell vanilla. Someone was pulling at my belt, someone was taking off my shoes. Without warning, my slacks were pulled open and my cock – so long waiting for release – sprang out.

“Ahhh…” said Amy. “It’s beautiful.”

I felt her hands upon me, wrapping around my straining cock, and she began milking it slowly, up and down. I moaned, my head leaning back. My slacks were being pulled down and off, hands ran up my bare legs and back to my hips. My cock was being slowly milked, her hands squeezing at the bottom, pulling up, doing it again. Hands on my hips started moving around- exploring my body. Running over my back, along my sides, centering on my ass. I felt him come closer up behind me and his hands started kneading my ass, squeezing each side. One hand went between my legs and pushed them slightly apart. I made a low sound. I heard Amy move as the hand between my legs went up between the cheeks of my ass, felt my ass spread and fingers explore my anus.

Amy whispered, “Do you want that?” A low “yes…” came in return. I was turned abruptly. My cock was being held up.

“Do you want this, too?”

“Yes…”

“Come here then.”

Movement around me and I was pushed back. A bed struck my knees from behind and I was gently pushed down and back upon it, laid flat upon it, my legs dangling over the edge. My cock was held up and a wet mouth touched it, enveloped it, slid down upon it. I was no longer in control of my voice, I was softly moaning, aching at every touch. I felt the bed move around me. Another mouth started on my stomach, moving down towards my cock. They both left me for a moment and I heard a deep kiss, then both came back. They shared my cock between them, each kissing, licking, sucking it in turns. One hand wrapped around the base and held it firmly as they increased their intensity.

Then Amy said, “Now – I want him in me. Now.”

She moved across me and I felt her wet pussy stroke against my cock once before she pushed it inside her and slid down. All that wetness from sucking allowed it to slide in fully on the first stroke and she made a wonderful sound as she ground it deeper into her. She pulled my hands up to hold her breasts as she rode me and I heard sucking sounds above me – Mark must have put his cock in her mouth.

Amy rode hard and fast, her sounds becoming louder and louder until she pulled Mark from her mouth and screamed once, her pussy contracting hard on me, I could feel her womb brush down against the tip of my cock.

“Oh, fuck yes…” she said, grinding against me, riding it out. “Oh God… That was incredible. He’s perfect.” I felt her lean down and kiss me, lingering, pulling my lips into her mouth. “Mmmmm…” she moaned. “Very nice.” A pause. “Now let’s get Mark to come.”

Amy pulled me so I was sitting up with her still in my lap. We were tummy to tummy and she lay an arm across my shoulder and around my neck. I heard a slurping sound, and thought she had pulled Mark into her mouth again. She moved her head and kissed me hard, then moved back to sucking Mark. She did this again, moving between us. Each time she kissed me, she ground her pussy harder on my cock, making me lightheaded. She went back and forth, between sucking Mark’s cock and kissing me, faster between the two of us, she started sharing kissing and sucking almost at the same time, her mouth more wet and urgent each time. I could taste something new on her tongue, a sweet salty taste and knew that it was from Mark’s cock, his pre-come. She kissed me again and held my head still with her arm and I felt something else warm against my lips, soft and velvety.

It pushed in slightly, my lips letting it in, and heard Amy whisper into my ear, “yes… kiss it. Kiss it. Taste him. Open your mouth wide…” nişantaşı escort while it pushed deeper into my mouth.

Amy ground hard on me, rewarding me for pleasing her husband. She moved my hand up to hold his shaft, moving it in a stroking motion. I wrapped my fingers around it and brought it deeper into my mouth, opening wide, keeping my lips tight, milking it in the way I love women to do to me. I stroked the underside with my tongue and tightened my hand on his shaft, starting to pull it harder.

Mark started sawing his cock in and out of my mouth and moaning loudly. Amy was encouraging me on, telling me to suck harder or stroke harder, all the while grinding her wet pussy on my cock. I was getting close and could feel Mark’s cock get bigger and bigger and I knew he was about to come. Amy knew it too and was nearly frantic, telling him to come in my mouth, me to come in her pussy, to make me taste him, to make me fill her wet pussy.

Then I felt a warm squirt in my mouth and Mark started coming and moaning loud and squirting splash after splash into my mouth as I milked his cock for all he had. He filled my mouth with come, moaning how good it felt in there. It tasted salty and slightly bitter and I held it in my mouth as he finished when suddenly Amy held my face between her hands and kissed me more deeply than she ever had before. Her tongue was everywhere and I realized she wanted to share Mark’s come, so I gave it to her with my tongue.

As she greedily swallowed it I went over the edge and started pumping come into her with all my body. She kept kissing me, making more urgent noises, her tongue running along every part of my mouth, taking all of Mark’s come into her own while I was filling her pussy with my come.

I pumped her pussy with my cock and her mouth with Mark’s come and she reared back and screamed “Aahh! God!!!” and came all over me, her body out of control, her thighs quivering uncontrollably as her body was racked by waves of pleasure. She pushed down on me with all her weight, wanting me as deeply into her as I could go, pushing down on me and riding me like a bucking horse.

We nearly collapsed then, Amy and I falling back onto the bed, Mark alongside. I could taste Mark’s come in my mouth and feel Amy’s wetness on my cock, cool in the air. Amy giggled and Mark chuckled and they talked in quiet tones on how good that was. I was still blindfolded and reached up to take it off when Amy stopped me and told me to just relax – they were not done with me yet.

Laying there, warm and feeling very much like I was in the middle of a dream, someone rolled me over onto my stomach and started to rub my back. It felt very nice, and I made appreciative noises when a second set of hands joined in. Someone started kissing my back, lightly moving their lips up and down over my skin and that gave me goose bumps all over. Then one bit me lightly, startling me, before moving on with more kisses and strokes. I sighed. Once in a while one or the other would bite, gently, but enough to send shivers all though me. The hands spread my legs and started caressing between my thighs and that caused an electric thrill to run straight up my spine. One pair spread my ass apart and held me that way – I felt like I was opened up, completely exposed, with nothing hidden.

Amy whispered, “You want that, don’t you.” “Yes,” Mark replied, his voice low with desire.

She moved up to my ear. “Do you want that too?”

“Yes.” It was all I could say.

“Tonight is the night,” she said. I felt movement on the bed while whoever was holding me open started to run fingers down the seam of my ass, tickling my anus, making circles around the most sensitive part. My whole body was tensed and I felt every touch, every brush, every breath on my skin. My cock was hard again beneath me and I pressed it against the covers. Movement on the bed and I felt a shock as something cold and wet was dripped onto my anus. Fingers started rubbing it in, thick and well. I could not stop the moans that came from my throat. This was a different kind of desire, not one of taking, but one of being taken.

A finger began pushing inside me and I tensed – it hurt, not much, but it was a shock. Amy lay down beside me and began stroking my back, my shoulders, my arms.

“Shhhh…” she began. “Just relax. Let it happen.”

As she talked, the finger went out and returned, this time thick with more lotion, pushing farther inside. I moaned loud, my legs opening, my hips bucking spontaneously to allow better access.

“You like that,” she whispered. “You want more, don’t you.”

It wasn’t a question – she knew. She was stroking my hair, cooing softly in my ear as another finger joined the first. I was only desire at that point, only animal feelings as the fingers inside me started moving in and out, then pushing against the sides of me deep inside, then in and out again.

“Is he ready?” she asked.

“Yes,” was Mark’s reply.

I wasn’t sure I was, but it was too late – the bed shifted under his weight and I felt the warm soft tip of his cock push against me. He circled it gently, letting me get used to it before pushing. I felt the pressure, then my body opening and he slid the tip in. I cried out – it was far bigger than I expected.

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My stepdaughter, Amanda, the object of my hidden lust for about a year now, really doesn’t care too much for me. She didn’t like the fact that her mother and I only dated a short time before marrying. She doesn’t call me dad. In fact she really doesn’t speak to me a whole lot at all!

Well, to get to the point…Amanda is a beautiful blonde haired, blue eyed, very petite 18 y/o and her breasts and ass are her most attractive features. When she started developing her 17th year, She really started to catch my eye, and many times I found myself sneaking away to the bathroom to masturbate while I thought of the things I could never do to her!

All that changed not too long ago when her mother was working late at the office. Amanda was awakened by the sound of thunder crashing, and wind blowing fiercely outside her window. She had always been afraid of bad storms, but her mother, who was gone to work, was usually the one to comfort her.

I was already in my bed, half asleep, with the television tuned to a late night showtime movie, when, through my half open eyes, saw a glimmer of light. When I opened my eyes, there stood the most beautiful sight I think I have ever seen! My stepdaughter was standing there in the doorway, with a scared look on her face.

“Dad,”she called me for the first time EVER!

“Can I lay in here with you til the storm passes? I’m scared of the thunder. I can’t sleep.”

I couldn’t refuse that pouty little face of hers. It almost looked like she wanted to cry.

“OK sweetie, but just til the storm passes over. If Mama saw you in here she would be furious.” Was my only answer to her.

“I won’t tell her, I just can’t sleep cuz of the storm.” she wimpered. “Mama usually comes in and lays with me when it storms, but she’s not here.”

I couldn’t get the image of her standing there in her wife beater, night shirt and pink shorts, that were so small they basically rode up her ass crack! I was gonna have to roll over to keep my growing erection hidden from her. As I said before, She never acted like she cared too much for me, so in my head I wouldn’t have been surprised if she had run right back to her mother to tell her a story. DIVORCE is never pretty!

“Well sweetie, come on and lay down. If you fall asleep, I’ll wake you when the storm passes.” I told her in my gentlest voice possible.

“Thanks daddy.” She yawned as she crawled in the bed, and pulled the quilt over her.

WOW! Daddy, Twice in one night! I couldn’t help but think something was up. I just kept my thoughts to myself and rolled back over to look at the television.

It wasn’t until I glanced over at her that I realized she was staring RIGHT AT the television I had forgotten to turn off before she came in there. OH SHIT, I thought. I hope she didn’t see that. Knowing very well that she had.

Not even 2 erzurum escort minutes later, She rolled over and whispered. “You didn’t have to change that. It’s not like I haven’t seen people fuck before.”

“What? You shouldn’t talk like that young lady!” was all I could manage to get out my mouth. Then what happened next surprised me more than anything, as I felt her hand glide over my naked stomach and come to rest only inches from my already hard cock.

“Honey, what are you doing?” I asked her, bewildered.

“What, daddy? You don’t like me to touch you?” she asked almost devilishly.

Something told me that this girl was not quite the perfect little angel her mother had always taken her for.

“Its not that I don’t like it baby”, I stuttered,”But I don’t think Its very daughter like of you to do that.”

Before another word was said, I felt her hand slide down and into the waistband of my already untied sweatpants. Then almost without any hesitation, her hand wrapped lightly around my throbbing cock! I swear I could feel the pre cum trickling!

“Well daddy dearest,” she smirked,. “I don’t think its very father like to get a massive hard-on over your step daughter either, but you don’t hear me complaining!”

Obviously, I was busted, but I tried to defuse the situation…yet with very little effort, as I knew, This is kind of what I wanted all along.

She slowly started stroking my shaft up and down, all the while telling me, “don’t worry, I won’t say anything to Mom. I’m enjoying myself too much!”

At this point I couldn’t really say no. So all I did was lay back and start to enjoy what her petite little hand was doing to my hard cock.

“Here daddy, let me give you something to ease your mind,” she chuckled, as she sat up and pulled her shirt up over her head. Before my eyes popped out the nicest, firmest, most beautiful breasts I think I ever saw in my whole life! Not too big, and not too small.

Immediately, I reached up and started playing with her already hard nipple, while her hand went back to my hard cock.

“I wanna see what I’m playing with!” she snickered, as she pulled the quilt down to our feet. She then lifted one leg over mine to straddle me, as she grabbed the waistband of my pants and pulled them down and off my feet, in one swift motion.

“Just so you know, I am still a virgin!” she told me. ” I’ve just been fantasizing about this for so long, that I already know everything I wanna do!’

WOW! I started thinking to myself. So this wasn’t as one sided as I had previously assumed. Actually…If I didn’t know any better, I’d think this was all a setup to seduce me.

“Wow, daddy, I didn’t realize you had such a nice dick,” she giggled.

then before I knew what happened, she leaned over me, with eskişehir escort her nice tits swinging freely for me to grope, while her tongue started to trace the outline of my now hurting cock! Her tongue started turning little circles on the purple swollen head of my dick, as her other hand was still stroking the base of the shaft.

I reached up and grabbed both of her full, ripe breasts, and started rubbing them furiously as I heard her moan.

“Ummmmmm…..daddy, your hands feel so good on my tits!” she exclaimed as I felt my cock start to slide into her hot, wet mouth.

She started to stroke me a little faster as she started to take more and more of me into her tiny little mouth. I was in heaven!

“Baby,” I stuttered, “you have to stop or I’m gonna explode in your mouth!” Not that I would’ve minded, but I wouldn’t want to shock her like that, her first time.

I grabbed her shoulders gently and pushed her mouth off my wanting cock and roller her onto the bed on her back. I then grabbed those tight pink shorts by the waistband, and worked them down off of her, and started to kiss my way up her soft little legs. Up the insides of her thighs, before stopping short of her hot young little pussy.

“Oh damn daddy!” she squirmed. “I’ve got myself off lots of times but never thought that they ever felt this good! I haven’t even came yet!”

All this from me just kissing her legs…Imagine how she will feel when I stick my tongue in that sweet young cunt, was my first thought!

Without another word, I slid my tongue slowly up her tight young slit, and to her virgin nub.

“ahhhhhh…..daddy!” was all I heard as she raised her hips to meet my tongue with force.

Her legs drifted apart as I licked her clit and I could feel how wet and hot her tight young cunt was, with the tip of my nose. I couldn’t help but notice how sweet her pussy smelled and tasted.

“You like daddy licking your pussy baby?” I asked her, muffled by her pussy in my mouth.

“Daddy, your tongue feels so fucking good on my wet pussy!” The way she was talking, with the foul language, only served to enhance my already throbbing cock!

“Daddy? I want you…I want you to take my flower…I want you to fuck me with that nice dick! PLEEEEEZE!” She was almost screaming at me!

Without any further hesitation, I lifted myself to a pushup position and dragged my chest across her hot young cunt all the way til my mouth was just inches from hers.

She wispered….”please, I can’t take it any longer…fuck me.”

with that, I reached down and grabbed my dick, guiding it head first towards her hot cunt. I told her it would probably hurt the first time…just for a few minutes.

“Its ok…I want it!” is all she said to me.

with that, I rubbed my cock gaziantep escort against her wet slit, back and forth, pushing only slightly, until my large purple bulb slipped in to that tight little hole. I jus held it there for a moment, then started to push easily, just a little at a time.

“Oh my god…”she squealed. “Your cock feels so big in my tight little pussy. I don’t think it will fit!”

I pushed in more and more, until….pop!!!its like her pussy just opened and let me right in.

“Holy Fuck!” she yelped.

I knew it hurt because I saw a single tear drip slowly down her cheek. I told her if she wanted to stop I understood.

“I don’t fucking think so!” she hollered at me. “Its starting to feel really good!” she said breathily. ” oh my fucking god…it feels REALLY good!”

after a minute of laying there with my cock buried in her tight little pussy, I slowly pulled out a couple inches then eased back in. When I did that, she reached up to my neck and pulled her lips to mine in probably the most passionate kiss I ever had in my life.

mingled in with our kiss I could hear her…”oohhhhh…..ummmmm….”

I lifted my head from hers and she told me. “Give me that cock daddy! I’ve dreamed about it, and now I have it…AND I WANT IT! Fuck your daughters pussy, daddy!” she wailed as I started pumping more and more rapidly into her.

I could feel my balls starting to swell, and I told her…baby I have to pull out…I’m gonna cum!”

“OH the fuck you do!!!” she yelled. “I want you to cum in me! I have been on the pill since I was 14. Trust me dad…Your fine!” she stated matter of factly. “Fuck me daddy…Cum in my tight little pussy!”

I steadily increased my speed and I heard her moan loudly…”OMYGODDDDDD! I’m cumming daddy…OHHH SHITTTTT!!!! It feels sooooo damn good!”

Soon I started to cry out. “Baby…Daddy’s gonna cum. tell me you want me to cum baby.” I was pumping furiously now.

“Please daddy…cum on…shoot your load in me daddy…I wanna feel it!”

Well, that was all it took to send me over the edge. I felt my balls tighten and my release sent my cock into overdrive, as I pumped string after string of my hot seed into my stepdaughter’s pussy.

After what seemed like an eternity, I collapsed on top of her, spent! I laid there for a few minutes, then looked up and saw her smiling at me.

“That was the best thing in the world daddy…I hope its not the last time?” she said almost asking for more.

I told her…”Not as long as you keep it to yourself baby.” If your mama ever found out, you would never see me again!”

“Trust me….Our little secret is safe. I want this every time mama is away! I love you daddy!

With that she kissed me, and I rushed her off to bed. I got up and showered, then changed the sheets just in time to get back into bed before the wife got home. I already planned to tell her, if she asked, that the cat pissed on the sheets so I had to wash them.

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Nichts. War sie nicht zu Hause? Oder hatten Josi und Kim ihn zum Narren gehalten um ihm ihre Überlegenheit noch ein weiteres Mal unter die Nase zu reiben. Das glaubte Tim nicht, das würde nicht zu ihnen passen. Außerdem stand auf dem Klingelschild ja immerhin eine Nathalie. Ob der zugehörige Nachname stimmte oder nicht wusste er schlicht nicht. Eine Herrin stellt sich ja selten mit dem Nachnamen vor. Noch immer geschah nichts. Im Hintergrund donnerte weiter der Großstadtverkehr vorbei, Passanten gingen achtlos vorüber und Tims Herz schlug immer noch wie nach einem Marathon. Tim drückte den Klingelknopf ein zweites Mal und kurz darauf hörte er tatsächlich die Stimme der begehrten Traumfrau in der Gegensprechanlage. Hatte er beim ersten Mal nicht richtig gedrückt? Oder war sie zuvor auf Toilette gewesen? Alles egal, nun galt es, nun musste er sich vor Nathalie erklären und vor Aufregung hätte er sich am liebsten übergeben.

‘Hallo?’, hörte er Nathalies Stimme fragend. Wenn er nicht gleich etwas sagte, würde sie auflegen, oder aus dem Fenster schauen und ihn dort erblicken. ‘Hallo hier ist Tim. Tim der Sklave, weißt du noch?’. Stille. ‘Ja natürlich weiß ich noch! Ähm, komm hoch!’. Sofort ertönte das Summen des Türöffners und Tim stolperte in das Haus, welches er am liebsten nicht mehr als freier Mann verlassen wollte.

Nach einer gefühlten Ewigkeit erreichte er den zweiten Stock und endlich, endlich sah er diese Traumfrau wieder und sie war noch schöner als in seinem Gedächtnis abgespeichert. Sie trug einen recht dicken und langen Wollpullover und darunter nur eine schwarze Strumpfhose. Ihre recht langen brünetten Haare hatte sie zu einem Zopf verflochten. Als sie Tim sah lächelte sie ihm leicht zu und Tim wurden fast die Knie weich. Da war sie endlich, nun hatte er die Gelegenheit seine Zukunft in die gewünschte Richtung zu lenken. Mit dem letzten bisschen Mut sagte er ein wenig außer Puste: ‘Hallo. Entschuldigung dass ich hier einfach so vorbeikomme. Ich musste dich sehen! Ich, Ich muss dich etwas fragen!’ Nathalie schaute ihn aus ihren schönen langwimprigen Augen unergründlich an, sagte dann jedoch: ‘Komm rein!’ Die nächste Hürde war genommen. Tim folgte Nathalie in die kleine Wohnung. Dieser Geruch! So roch seine Traumherrin, einfach alles an ihr war wunderbar!

Nathalie führte Tim in ein kleines und gemütliches Wohnzimmer und ließ ihn auf dem Sofa Platz nehmen. ‘Willst du etwas trinken?’ ‘Ähm, ja gerne!’ antwortete Tim, während irgendwo in seinem Unterbewusstsein eine Erinnerung aufkam, wie er einst unter Nathalies nacktem Unterleib gelegen und ihre Pisse begierig in sich aufgenommen hatte. Das wäre doch auch ein nettes Getränk von dem Tim inständig hoffte, es in Zukunft wieder zu sich nehmen zu dürfen. Endlich kam Nathalie mit dem Glas zurück, setzte sich bequem in den Sessel und schlug ihre herrlichen Beine übereinander. Fragend blickte sie ihn an und nun war der Moment endgültig gekommen. Mit einer Stimme die zwar vor Aufregung und Unsicherheit zitterte, aber doch so selbstbewusst wie möglich, begann Tim sich zu erklären. ‘Ich bin inzwischen nicht mehr im Studentenwohnheim auf dem Dachboden, wie du ja vielleicht weißt. Die Zeit dort ist vorbei. Ich bin zurück in meinem alten Leben und ich hab gemerkt, dass ich so nicht mehr leben will. Ich möchte weiterhin Sklave sein!’ Hier machte er eine Pause, doch Nathalie entgegnete nichts darauf, so dass er fortfuhr: ‘Und als wir uns bei der Party getroffen haben, als du mich dominiert hast und auch danach bei dem Wettkampf, als ich ein bisschen dein Sklave war, da — naja — da hast du mich sehr beeindruckt. Ich finde, dass du wunderschön bist, die schönste Frau überhaupt’ — und hier traten Tim fast die Tränen in die Augen während er gleichzeitig puterrot wurde — ‘und eine sehr erotische Ausstrahlung hast. Eigentlich bist du, finde ich, eine perfekte Herrin und deshalb möchte ich dich fragen — ob ich nicht vielleicht dein richtiger, fester Sklave werden darf!’

Nun war es raus. Er hatte sein Schicksal in die Hand genommen, der Rest lag nicht mehr bei ihm. Er blickte zu Boden, in seinen Ohren rauschte es, sein Magen fuhr Achterbahn und nach wie vor spürte er die Hitze in sein Gesicht aufsteigen. Endlich wagte er es aufzublicken und Nathalie in das schöne Gesicht zu schauen. In diesem Moment antwortete sie und wählte ihre Worte sehr gründlich: ‘Ich danke dir, für deine Komplimente!’ Sie lächelte flüchtig. ‘Natürlich habe ich damals gemerkt, dass du mich gut findest. Sehr gut. Dass du mir sehr ergeben warst und mich sehr verehrt hast. So etwas bemerkt man! Ich fand das sehr gut und es hat mir auch — Lust — bereitet.’ Auch ihr fiel es sichtlich schwer so offen über etwas zu reden, das in der Praxis doch für beide ohne größere Hemmungen funktioniert hatte. Ganz offensichtlich hatte dies etwas mit dem Setting zu tun. Diese Situation war nun einmal sehr künstlich. ‘Und ich finde es sehr beeindruckend wie du dich mir hingibst und das du extra hergekommen bist. So würde ich mir meinen Sklaven schon erenköy escort wünschen — im Ansatz.’ Tim hörte ihr aufgeregt zu und versuchte abzuwägen, ob dies etwas gutes oder schlechtes für ihn bedeutete. Sie hatte ihn gelobt und das fühlte sich sehr gut an. Andererseits: Was sollte „im Ansatz” bedeuten?

Es entstand eine Kunstpause, die für beide unangenehm war. Endlich fuhr Nathalie fort: ‘Weißt du, du kommst im falschen Moment!’ Tims Herz sackte in die Hose. ‘Damals, direkt nach der Party und erst Recht nach dem Wettkampf hätte ich mir auch fast gewünscht, dich als Sklaven einfach mitzunehmen. Aber das ging natürlich nicht, du hast ja nicht mir sondern den Mädels von der FU gehört. Aber inzwischen’, sie kniete nun auf den Sessel und Tim starrte einen Moment auf ihre saftigen Oberschenkel, ‘inzwischen weiß ich nicht mehr, ob ich noch einen Sklaven haben möchte… oder ob die Enttäuschung zu groß ist.’ Tim starrte sie an. ‘Weißt du, ich sag dir ganz offen, mit meinem jetzigen Sklaven, den ich ja nur teilweise besitze — weißt du ja — bin ich nicht zufrieden! Ich weiß inzwischen was ich von nem Sklaven wirklich erwarte und was mir Lust bereitet. Richtige Lust, die sich lohnt angestrebt zu werden.’ Noch immer hörte Tim ihr mit wild schlagendem Herzen zu. Der Inhalt ihrer Aussage entwickelte sich nicht grade in eine positive Richtung, aber das Gefühl dabei war durchaus gut. Er wurde hier nicht abgewiesen, ausgelacht oder gleich wieder nach Hause geschickt. Es entwickelte sich ein echtes, perspektivisches Gespräch.

‘Was ich wirklich will, ist echte und vollständige Hingabe. Ich will, dass mein Sklave mich liebt, sich mir ganz hingibt und alles für mich tut und erträgt. Alles! Und das nicht nur sagt, sondern auch so lebt!’ ‘Aber das tue ich, Nathalie, das tue ich! Ich verehre dich und ich möchte wirklich — absolut ehrlich — alles für dich tun, Herrin’, platzte es aus Tim hervor, der Nathalie nun auch automatisch erstmals wieder Herrin genannt hatte. Nun lächelte sie ihm wieder zu: ‘Ich weiß dass du mich verehrst! Und das ist — wäre — ein guter Anfang. Aber auch du bist eigentlich weit weg davon, für mich wirklich alles zu ertragen. Gerne zu ertragen!’ Nun wusste Tim nicht, was er entgegen sollte. Das stimmte doch gar nicht. Er wollte wirklich alles für Nathalie tun. ‘Ich zeigs dir’, hörte er Natalie kurz darauf sagen. Sie schien einen Entschluss gefasst zu haben. ‘Zieh dich aus! Wenn es dir wirklich ernst ist, dann zieh dich aus und Knie dich vor mir hin!’ Einige Sekunden lang geschah gar nichts. Tim konnte nicht glauben, dass das Gespräch eine solche Wendung genommen hatte. Doch das war seine Chance. Erstens hatte er ja seit Wochen davon geträumt, nackt vor Nathalie, dieser herrlichen Frau knien zu dürfen und zweitens musste er ihr anscheinend beweisen, wie gerne er ihr Sklave sein wollte.

Endlich wagte er es aufzustehen und sich in die Mitte des Raumes zu begeben. Wieder war es ungleich schwerer in dieser Situation, in der sie gerade eben noch von Gleich zu Gleich am Tisch gesessen hatten, in eine BDSM-Modus zu schalten, bzw. überhaupt erst einmal in einen annähernd erotischen. Nachdem Tim vor Nathalie aus dem Pulli geschlüpft war und sich somit im Gegensatz zu ihr oben ohne im Raum befand wurde das Gefälle deutlicher und Tim fiel es — in alte Gewohnheiten zurückkehrend — leichter, sich vor dieser schönen Frau auszuziehen. Schon zog er sich die Unterhose von den Beinen und musste ein wenig peinlich berührt feststellen, dass sich ein Schwanz ob der ganzen Aufregung zuvor als sehr klein und zurückgezogen präsentierte. Auf Knien näherte sich Tim Nathalies Sessel, verharrte endlich in einer knienden Position und verschränkte die Arme hinter dem Kopf. Nathalie musterte ihn von oben bis unten und während Tim so nackt vor ihr kniete, spürte er endlich in der Magengegend das alt vertraute und geile Gefühl der unterwürfigen Demütigung und die Szene begann ihn zu erregen. Tatsächlich, nach über einem Monat, kniete er wieder nackt vor einem dominanten Mädchen und dann auch noch vor seiner Traumherrin Nathalie. Sofort begann Tims Schwanz sich ein wenig zu vergrößern und Nathalie registrierte diese Veränderung.

Langsam erhob sie sich von dem Sessel und endlich streckte sie Tim ihren nur von der dünnen Strumpfhose umfassten Fuß entgegen. Tim senkte seinen Kopf etwas und fing an, diesen makellosen Frauenfuß mit Küssen zu übersäen. Auch dies hatte er zum letzten Mal vor über einem Monat im Dahlemer Studentenwohnheim bei einer Frau gemacht. Tim schauderte ein wenig, als seine Lippen Nathalies fast duftende Fußoberseite berührte. Langsam und fast sinnlich drückte Nathalie Tims Kopf mit ihrem Fuß wieder nach oben, in die Ausgangsposition. Ihr Fuß wanderte an Tims nackten Körper hinunter und erreichte das Geschlecht des ehemaligen Sklaven. ‘Was möchtest du für mich tun?’ fragte Nathalie ihn unvermittelt. ‘Alles Herrin! Ich will alles für dich tun, alles für dich erleiden und ertragen und alles esenyalı escort schaffen, was du mir aufträgst!’ ‘Gut! Aber das dachte ich mir schon…’ sagte Nathalie und noch bevor sie den Satz vollendet hatte sauste ihr Fuß mit größter Härte und Geschwindigkeit in Tims Gemächt.

Tims Eier wurden nach oben gequetscht, plötzlicher Schmerz durchzuckte den Sklaven und gerade weil er nicht unbedingt und unmittelbar damit gerechnet hatte, sackte er in sich zusammen. Ein lautes Stöhnen entfuhr ihm und voller Pein drückte er sich die Hand in die Scham. Überflüssig zu erwähnen, dass auch der letzte Tritt eines Frauenfußes in sein Geschlecht mehr als ein Monat her war. ‘Deine Haltung!’ hörte Tim in diesem Moment und die Stimme Nathalies war nicht mehr so freundlich und unbeschwert wie wenige Minuten zuvor. Tim beeilte sich trotz der nachklingenden Schmerzen in seinem Unterleib die Ausgangsposition einzunehmen. ‘Das ist nicht die Position, die ein unterwürfiger Sklave einnehmen würde. Siehst du — so etwas meine ich!’ Tim versuchte zu verstehen was seine Traumherrin meinen könnte. ‘Warum präsentierst du mir denn nicht deinen Sklavensack und deinen unwürdigen Schwanz? Du möchtest alles für mich tun? Ja dann streng dich doch auch an! Ich möchte dass du für mich leidest. Für Mich! Weil mir das Lust bereitet. Aber du, du kümmerst dich nur um deine eigenen Belange. Das ist zwar nachvollziehbar, aber das ist nicht das, was ich mir von einem wirklich unterwürfigen Sklaven vorstelle!’ Tim bekam erstmals eine Idee davon, was Nathalie meinen könnte. Es ging nicht nur um das „Ob”, sondern auch und erst Recht um das „Wie”. Sofort schob er seinen Unterleib in Richtung von Nathalies grausamen Fuß. Und ehe er sich versah, klatschte der Fuß erneut und nicht minder heftig in seinen Sack. Wieder konnte Tim nicht anders, als zusammenzusacken und zu stöhnen. Er ärgerte sich ungemein, dass er sich erstens nicht zusammenreißen konnte und zweitens so schnell aus der Übung gekommen war, was seine Nehmerfähigkeiten betraf. Wieder brauchte er viel zu lange um sich Nathalie angemessen zu präsentieren. Längst stand ihm der Schweiß auf der Stirn und sein Schwanz hatte sich wieder dramatisch verkleinert. ‘Das ist genau das, was ich meine!’, sagte Nathalie relativ ruhig. ‘Liebst du mich? Liebst du mich als deine Herrin?’ ‘Ja Herrin, ich liebe dich sogar über alles’, stöhnte Tim fast verzweifelt. ‘Dann beweise es mir!’ Ein drittes Mal senkte sich Nathalies Fuß mit voller Härte in Tims Gemächt und obwohl er sich wirklich anstrengte gelang es ihm erneut nicht, diesen Tritt angemessen für seine Herrin zu ertragen. Wieder knickte er ein, auch wenn er sich schnellstmöglich zwang wieder aufrecht zu knien. ‘Ich kann es lernen, Herrin!’ stöhnte er verzweifelte und merkte, dass ihm die Tränen in die Augen schossen. ‘Ich will es für dich lernen!’

Nach einer kurzen Pause sagte Nathalie sanft: ‘Das glaube ich dir, und das ist gut! Aber lass es mir dir noch mehr verdeutlichen.’ Tim gab nach, eine neue Demonstration hieß auch eine neue Bewährungschance. Nathalie verließ das Wohnzimmer um etwas aus ihrem Schlafzimmer zu holen. Wenige Augenblicke später kam sie zurück und hielt einen Tazapper (batteriebetriebener Handschocker) in der Hand, mit dem sie Tim kleine und größere Elektroschocks am ganzen Körper verabreichen konnte. Sofort brach Tim wieder in Angst aus. Bei seinen beiden bisherigen Kontakten mir Elektro-Folter hatte er sich nicht besonders glorreich geschlagen. Zwar wusste er, dass es im BDSM-Bereich durchaus üblich war, diese Art der Folter zu verabreichen, aber so richtig anfreunden damit hatte er sich bisher nicht können. Dennoch beeilte er sich seinen Unterleib in Nathalies Richtung zu schieben und sich ihr angemessen zu präsentieren. So verharrte er und schaute der Schönen ins Gesicht. Nun lächelte sie ihm leicht zu, ‘dass du es wirklich willst merke ich und das finde ich beeindruckend. Aber ich will einfach mehr!’ Mit diesen Worten setzte sie den Tazapper an Tims Sack an und betätigte den Knopf. Wieder spürte Tim dieses heftige und unangenehme Kribbeln, dieses Gefühl, als würde sein Sack mit Gewalt herumgerissen werden und den kurz darauf aufzuckenden stechenden Schmerz an seinem Sack. Er konnte einfach nicht anders. Er zuckte gegen seinen Willen heftig zusammen und verlor seine Haltung für einige Sekunden. Den Schmerzensschrei der ihm entfahren wollte, konnte er so grade noch unterdrücken. ‘Und das war noch eine niedrige Voltzahl’, hörte er Nathalie tadeln.

Aber das konnte sie doch nicht ernsthaft von ihm erwarten, dass er diese Folter kommentarlos ertrug. Wollte sie sicher auch nicht, dachte Tim weiter, sie will nur sehen, dass ich noch viel mehr für sie ertrage, denn das bereitet ihr Lust. Während er sich wieder sortierte, sah er, dass Nathalie ihren Wollpulli auszog und ihm somit einen großzügigen Ausblick auf ihren herrlichen Oberkörper gewährte. Tim sah die gebräunten und mittelgroßen Brüste Nathalies von einem engen BH umschlungen, dragos escort sah wie ihr flacher Bauch sich beim atmen leicht hob und senkte und spürte sofort wie sich der neue visuelle Reiz den sie ihm schuf, an seinem schlaffen Schwanz bemerkbar machte. Noch während er den neuen Anblick genoss, setzte Nathalie das Folterinstrument direkt an Tims Eichel an und betätigte ohne Umschweife grausam den Knopf um die elektrische Stimulation auszulösen. An der empfindlichen Spitze des Schwanzes war das Gefühl noch deutlich schlimmer und intensiver, als an der im Grund recht unempfindlichen Sackhaut. In Folge dessen konnte Tim dieses Mal den Schmerzenslaut nicht mehr unterdrücken, während ihm — einerseits aus Schmerz, andererseits aus Wut und Verzweiflung — die Tränen in die Augen schossen. Er konnte ihren Ansprüchen hier und jetzt einfach nicht genügen.

Langsam legte Nathalie den Tazapper beiseite und setzte sich im Schneidersitz auf den Boden neben Tim. Während sie ihm tatsächlich über die tränenbeschmierte Wange strich sagte sie: ‘Siehst du?!’ Tim, der sich nur langsam von dem letzten wirklich heftigen Schock erholte, war noch nicht in der Lage zu antworten. ‘Dazu kommt ja, dass du anal nicht besonders gut belastbar bist und auch beim Sex oft zu sehr an deine eigenen Belange denkst. Deine Herrinnen haben erzählt, dass du zu oft unerlaubt kommst. Es gibt halt so viele Bereiche, kleine und große Dinge, wo du — obwohl du gut bist! — mir nicht ganz genügen würdest.’ Tim schaffte es sie anzulächeln, bevor er zu einem letzten Versuch ansetzte. ‘Es ist mir wirklich ernst! Ich kann mich verbessern. Ich will mich verbessern – für dich! Ich kann an mir arbeiten. Ich hab schon sehr viel geschafft, sehr viele Hemmschwellen und Grenzen überwunden und für dich möchte ich alle überwinden, die du mir aufträgst! Ich kann das schaffen, Herrin Nathalie!’ Wieder entstand eine Kunstpause.

‘Weißt du — das glaube ich dir! Ich bin beeindruckt dass du das für mich tun willst. Das ist der erste Schritt.’ Tim schöpfte nochmals einen Funken Hoffnung. ‘Aber ich bin keine Ausbilderin mehr. Das hab ich lange genug gemacht, ich möchte einen belastbaren und ausgebildeten Sklaven haben und benutzen. Nicht immer nur daran arbeiten.’ Sofort warf Tim ein: ‘Dann komme ich später wieder, ich verbessere mich und kehre dann als würdiger Sklave zu dir zurück!’ Nathalie wiegte nachdenklich den Kopf, bevor sie lächelte und folgenschwer sagte: ‘Ach und wo willst du dich verbessern, wie willst du das machen?’ ‘Ich weiß nicht, Herrin, ich finde schon etwas…’, warf Tim leicht verzweifelt ein. Nathalies bezauberndes Lächeln hatte sich noch verbreitert: ‘Nein, findest du nicht, glaub mir. Es gibt eigentlich nur eine Möglichkeit, die mir einfällt.’ ‘Welche, Herrin?’, fragte Tim begierig. Nathalie ließ sich Zeit mit der Antwort und kostete Tims Anspannung aus. ‘Ich schicke dich in eine Sklavenschule! Eine echte Sklavenschule!’

Tim traute seinen Ohren kaum. So etwas gab es wirklich? Ein einziges Mal hatte er im Internet etwas ähnliches gelesen, damit aber nichts anfangen können. Endlich sagte er: ‘Ähm, es gibt echte Sklavenschulen, Herrin?’

Nathalie ließ sich einen Augenblick Zeit bevor sie antwortete, blickte Tim dann allerdings fest in die Augen, der ob ihrer schieren Schönheit erschauderte, während er noch immer nackt neben ihr saß. ‘Ja, es gibt sogar zwei in Berlin! Wenn du es wirklich ernst meinst, erzähle ich dir, was es damit auf sich hat.’ ‘Bitte Herrin!’ ‘Okay’, begann sie nach einer kleinen Pause. ‘Die beiden Sklavenschulen machen nicht besonders viel Werbung, da sie vor allem in Fachkreisen und dabei vor allem bei Frauen, also bei Herrinnen bekannt sein sollen. Die ältere ist die Schule von Göttin Caroline. Die zweite und etwas klarer strukturierte ist die von Göttin Lara. Beide beruhen aber auf dem gleichen Konzept. Caroline und Lara sind beide Femdom praktizierende junge Frauen, die noch dazu sehr viel Geld haben — woher weiß ich nicht — und sehr kreativ sind. Ihr sinnvolles Ziel ist es Sklaven oder Sklavenanwärter auszubilden, in den Grundkenntnissen der weiblichen Dominanz. Manchmal auch der männlichen Dominanz, weshalb in den Schulen auch einige Sklavinnen zu finden sind.’

Tim traute seinen Ohren nicht und fragte sich ernsthaft, ob Nathalie ihn hier verarschen wollte. Aber diesen Anschein hatte es eigentlich ganz und gar nicht. ‘Caroline hat also vor einigen Jahren angefangen ihre geerbte Villa quasi als Sklaveninternat zu gestalten. Da gibt’s Unterkünfte für die Herrinnen und welche für die Sklaven. Folterkammern, Übungsräume, Gemeinschaftsraum, Gefängnis etc… Du schaust so’, unterbrach sich Nathalie’, ich verarsche dich nicht, ich erzähle dir die volle Wahrheit!’ ‘Das wäre ja wunderbar!, entgegnete Tim aufgeregt. ‘Das ist wunderbar!’, antwortete die brünette Schönheit. ‘Nach einiger Zeit hat sie Freundinnen gefragt, ob sie eine zeitlang bei ihr als Herrinnen, als Ausbilderinnen und so wohnen wollen. Jeweils nicht zu lange, da dies ja kein Beruf oder ähnliches ist, aber mal eins oder zwei Jahre zwischendurch. Einige sind inzwischen schon länger dabei. Caroline ist inzwischen ja auch über Dreißig. Das Ganze hat sie dann in der Szene bekannt gemacht, war bei größeren BDSM-Partys, im Internet vor allem in Foren und ganz viel Mund-zu-Mund-Propaganda unter Interessierten. So ist das System angelaufen.’

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Is this what my husband wanted. Is this wait turned him on wanting me to be fucked by other man. If this was it who was I to complain. I wish there were more men as I was really beginning to enjoy being fucked by a different sized and unfamiliar cock. In fact it was great to feel a different cock inside me.

I was in the midst of an uncontrollable orgasm. My dear husband was enjoying the spectacle fully clad though with his stiff cock sticking out of his unzipped trousers. He was all wet with precum oozing out of his cock as he stroked it with his face resting in the matted hair of my sweaty underarms. I know he loved the wet hair of my underarms, which was mixed with my sweat as a result of my sexual exertions and the natural aroma as he nibbled at the long bushy hair in my unshaven pits.

His cock was quivering with excitement as his tongue lapped the heavy pelt of jet-black hair in my unshaven untrimmed armpits. “Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh” he moaned “your armpits are amazing dear it’s like a pussy except it’s two of them” he moaned as he cried out “Aahgggggghhhhhh” again.

His cock was pulsating with excitement and though he had stopped stroking it and his mouth and lips and even hands were amongst the heavy hair in my bushy armpits it started bobbing and jets of cum streamed out of his cock like molten lava as he spurted his cum on the floor. He had cum without either of us jerking his stiff penis.

Now escort bayan bostancı the two of them anted to fuck me. I reached out and took Tim’s flaccid dick in my mouth. But he took it out and all he did was put it in my furry armpits. This was his favorite way to get hard. Anytime he wanted to get hard all he did was rub his cock in the thick bushy hair in my armpits. Lo behold his cock sprang up hard and thick as he pushed it into the dense thicket in my untrimmed underarms. Steve was still limp and I put his dangling monster cock into my mouth. While Tim pushed his cock into the jungle in my hairy armpits I cupped Steve’s penis in my hands and sucked it a full erection.

Steve had me now on my side facing away from him and was fucking me from behind. I have a very hairy asshole and when Steve put his swollen dong into my asshole I felt a sharp pain. I asked him to pull out and he got into my pussy doggie style. I then started to blow Tim much as he resisted while Steve fucked me from behind. He was putting a real pounding on me and I could hardly keep Tim in my mouth as Steve was marauding me with his large equipment.

I was now ready for his asshole assault. I told him to put his cock back into my hairy asshole. I have a lot of crinkly hair in my asshole too and as he speared my asshole I felt the pain again. But I soon escort bayan tuzla got used to it as Steve ever so slowly worked more and more of his cock in until he was ball deep. He just let it stay there, letting me get used to it. I moved down and started licking the entire length of Tim’s penis but he as enjoying Steve anally fucking me. Steve slowly started moving his cock in and out, taking very short, slow strokes and then he started getting longer strokes.

Within minutes he was thrashing me and he suddenly spurted his cum into my hairy asshole. “Aaaaaahhhhhhh I am cumming in your hairy asshole” he screamed depositing his seed into my hairy asshole.

I started to work on Tim’s penis. In all his excitement he had grown large again and as I took it into my mouth he started to enjoy my cocksucking. Steve was examining my sweat filled hairy armpits and the amount of copious hair I had in my untrimmed shaggy armpits. He lovingly tugged at my tufted armpits and played with the luxuriant hair in my underarms.

His cock was swollen again and he starts it slapping my face with his huge erect phallus. I had Tim’s cock already in my mouth and Steve was seeking permission to invade my mouth as well. I licked his cock head alternately even as Tim fucked my mouth. The two cocks loomed large in front of me as I took Steve’s balls in my hands and escort bayan göztepe manipulated them. He groaned in half pain and half excitement as I squeezed his nuts.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh”, “What are you doing” he shouted as I pressed his balls harder. It seemed to make his cock jerk and swell bigger as I replaced Tim’s penis with Steve’s shuddering cock. Tm did not like my taking his penis out but he then moved to his favorite garden – my untrimmed armpits where he laid his cock to rest. His cock had always spent lots of its time in my armpits but my find was focused on Steve’s erect penis.

“I am going to fuck your mouth you whore” Steve screamed as he pierced my willing mouth with his spear. His weapon was thrust into my mouth as I grabbed his hips and made him fuck my mouth. Was I fucking his cock with my mouth or vice versa it was difficult to say but I think we both were getting maximum pleasure. He bucked his hips and writhed in excitement as we continued our merry way.

Tim also was hard in my underarms. The swelling cock was buried in my jungle and I could feel he was tired as he moved his cock ever so slightly in the heavy pelt of hair in my furry armpits. Tim tried to grab a fistful of my furry thicket at my pubic triangle, as he seemed confused at which of my body hair he needed more. I knew of course that my underarms were what he was turned on most by.

Steve was near climaxing as I shuddered into another orgasm. His pulsating cock spurted with his semen seeing which darling Tim deposited his white sticky seed into my jet-black underarms. It was the end of another hair-raising tale.

Tim was exhausted but satisfied that after 15 years he had made me fuck another man but I knew and felt he wanted more of these hair-raising encounters.

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Penny adjusted her blazer, then quietly left the washroom and returned to her desk. She hadn’t really gotten any work completed that day, beyond typing up some notes and organizing the digital calendars for the three men. Honestly, there wasn’t much for her to do, which she supposed was why they needed her – they worked so hard they really needed some stress relief. She smiled to herself, very happy with how the day had gone. She’d never had a hard time enjoying sex, but those men really knew what they were doing. She’d learned new things about herself too: who knew she could get so into such kink?

“Ms. Ferguson?” she heard over her intercom. “We have dinner plans at 6:00 PM. Be ready.”

She heard a click and knew her response wasn’t needed. And based on how abrupt the instructions had been, she knew Mr. Hammond wasn’t expecting anything other than a yes anyway. She continued typing out some notes, then began reading through some of the files for each client, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to understand who may be meeting any of the partners in the future and how she could maybe help.

“All set?”

Penny looked up to see Mr. Nathan standing in the doorway wearing his coat. Over two hours had passed without her even realizing it. “All set,” she replied, reaching into a drawer to retrieve her purse. She stood as Mr. Nathan opened the closet next to her desk, took her coat and held it up for her to slip her arms into. She was more than a little pleased at his gentlemanly behaviour, particularly considering that between their own encounter earlier and what his partners must have told him, she wouldn’t exactly be considered a lady to much of society.

“Thank you, Mr. Nathan,” she said, smiling up at him. She knew their first names, of course, but found she liked the formality and the slightly naughty reminder that they were her bosses.

He put his hand in the small of her back and nudged her out the door to a waiting car. Mr. Hammond was in the driver’s seat and Mr. Green was riding shotgun. Mr. Nathan reached out to open one of the back doors, holding her hand as she slid into her seat, closing it softly when she pulled her legs in. The leather was a light tan colour and softer than any she’d felt before. The rest of the interior looked a lot like their offices – dark wood and an old-school, classy feel. And seemingly very expensive as well.

She clicked her seatbelt into place at the same time as Mr. Nathan, who’d gotten in the other side, and face forward as the car pulled away. Her attention was immediately drawn back to her left, though, as Mr. Nathan reached over and ran one finger up her thigh before grabbing her hand. He intertwined their fingers, then leaned back staring ahead. It seemed like he really just wanted to hold hands, so she squeezed her hand around his once, then looked forward for the remainder of the ride which lasted about 15 minutes. The car pulled up in front of a red-brick building with no name, just a brass plaque over the door that looked like a coat of arms.

“Where are we?” she asked.

“A men’s club of which we’re all members,” Mr. Green replied. “Women aren’t usually allowed, but we reserved a private dining room for the evening which is when an exception is made. And this will give us a more… intimate environment for us all to get to know each other better,” he said with a smirk, opening his door and stepping out. He moved immediately to open Penny’s door, holding out his hand to help her out.

Penny was a little overwhelmed with the attention, her last boyfriend not even holding the doors for her since she was a “strong, independent woman”. And she was. But sometimes it was nice to feel a little dainty. She placed her hand in his which he then tucked into his elbow as they walked up the steps. Mr. Hammond handed his keys to the valet then he and Mr. Nathan followed in behind them.

They all stopped in the foyer and Mr. Hammond stepped up to pull her coat off her shoulders, which he promptly handed to the elderly man waiting just inside the doors who greet them all by name. All three men handed over their coats and proceeded down the hall, Mr. Hammond’s hand resting just above her ass.

They walked through a door into a large room decorated more as a sitting room than a dining room, though a table sat in the centre with four chairs around it, set for supper. Against one wall was a fireplace with a blaze already going. To either side sat comfortable-looking armchairs. On the opposite wall was a couch which matched the chairs, a side table on either end with lamps adorning each. The art on the walls was almost erotic, with each painting showing the same women, each in a different stage of undress. Depending on which way you looked at them, she was either getting dressed or stripping.

“Have a seat, Penny,” Mr. Green said, holding out her chair. She stepped away from Mr. Hammond and sat down. Each man quickly took a seat at the table and Mr. Green picked up a bottle of Champagne from the silver sarıyer escort bucket where it had been chilling and poured them all a glass.

“Penny, it’s only been a day, but I think we can all agree that we’re thrilled you agreed to join us. I can personally attest to the fact that I was more productive today than I have been in months, and that’s even with that hour-long break this morning,” Mr. Nathan toasted, with a wink in her direction. “We’re so happy to have you here and look forward to higher office morale.”

Penny blushed, pleased when the other two men heartily agreed. They all clinked glasses, then sat back in their seats. The door opened a second later and two servers walked in, each with two dome-covered plates, and set one in front of each diner. They removed the cloches, and walked out, not having said a word.

Penny looked down at her plate, a beautiful fillet of salmon atop what looked like mushroom risotto in front of her. She looked back up, seeing all three men staring at her in a way that made her pussy clench.

“Get that look off your face, Penny,” Mr. Nathan laughed. “We’re going to eat before ravishing you. Besides, you’ll need the fuel.”

His words broke the tense feeling in the room, all of them anticipating what they knew would happen later. Each of them picked up their utensils and began eating, holding light conversation throughout the meal, sometimes asking Penny questions, answering hers, or lightly ribbing each other over past misdeeds. It was clear to her that the men had known each other a long time and were more than comfortable together, though clearly dedicated to their jobs, all working together to make their firm a success.

Penny placed her silverware on her plate indicating she was finished and leaned back in her chair, moving her Champagne glass to her lips. Mr. Green had kept her glass topped up and she thought she must have had about three glasses; she was starting to feel it now.

The air became heavier as the men realized she’d finished, pushing aside their plates and turning towards her as one.

“All finished?” Mr. Hammond asked, his voice deeper than usual.

Penny nodded, and he stood and moved to a small intercom on the wall by the door. “We’re ready for dessert,” he said into it before releasing the button and moving to the small bar in the corner. “Scotch?” he asked the room at large, not waiting for anyone’s answer before he poured four, coming around to hand them each a glass as the door once again opened. The same two servers came back into the room, removing the plates and silverware and returning a moment later with a large platter covered in delicate pastries and small desserts which were left in the middle of the table.

One of the servers stopped at the door on the way out, asking if there was anything else the party would require that evening. “Just privacy,” Mr. Green answered, to which the server smiled knowingly, nodding swiftly and departing. Penny took a deep breath, knowing that the evening was about to get a lot more interesting.

Mr. Nathan stood and held out his hand. When she placed her own in his, he pulled her to her feet, his other arm coming around her back to hold her close to him. His head ducked down, his lips trailing light kisses down her neck, causing her to shiver. He pulled back, smiling, then led her to stand in front of the fireplace.

Mr. Green moved up to her side, reaching out to brush her hair over her shoulder and allowing his hand to trail down her back, not stopping until he had a firm grip on one ass cheek. He squeezed lightly, then moved in behind her placing both hands on her hips and pulling her back so her ass rested in the v of his groin. She moaned, getting louder as Mr. Nathan grasped a tit in either hand before moving them down to undo her jacket.

Mr. Green reached up to her shoulders to pull off the jacket as Mr. Nathan worked on undoing her blouse buttons in record time, slipping her blouse off her shoulders but leaving it tangled around her wrists. Penny took a deep breath, her tits threatening to spill over her bra, her nipples pebbling before their eyes as she felt a gush of wetness from her cunt, not confined by panties and starting to slowly drip down her leg.

Mr. Green reached to her right hip and slowly undid her skirt zipper, allowing it to puddle around her ankles. She stepped out of it kicking it lightly to the side before gasping as Mr. Green’s lips started inching down her back and Mr. Nathan’s hands moved back up to her tits, squeezing tightly until they almost hurt. His head moved down, capturing her mouth with his, tongues beginning to wrestle as he twisted her nipples. Mr. Green was now kneeling behind her and she felt his hand reaching up between her legs. She spread them wider, waiting for him to touch her where she needed it most.

Penny moaned as she felt a single digit sweep between her lips, spreading the proof of her desire before halkalı escort entering her pussy. Overwhelmed, her knees became weak, Mr. Nathan wrapping his arms around her to hold her up, still pressing his mouth to hers, hungry for her kiss.

“Perhaps we should move this to a horizontal surface,” Mr. Hammond said. “Then we can all enjoy her without worrying she’ll fall over with her first orgasm.”

Mr. Green stood, his finger still swirling in Penny’s tight channel, and Mr. Nathan lifted his head, laughing, “yeah, I guess it wouldn’t hurt,” before picking her up and moving towards the table. She whimpered as she lost Mr. Green’s finger. Mr. Nathan placed her face-up on the table, ripping off the remains of her blouse and then her bra. Mr. Hammond barely moved the plate of desserts in time, though made no move to put it down.

Instead he held the platter out to the other men, raising one eyebrow. The other two men grinned and each grabbed a few, turning back towards Penny with expressions that made her thighs clench. Mr. Green placed two circular desserts over her nipples before tilting a small bowl and drizzling melted chocolate over her mound, up over her stomach, around her breasts and ending at her neck.

In the meantime, Mr. Nathan had taken three small éclairs and was methodically stuffing them up her cunt. She flexed her internal muscles, crushing them, feeling the cold cream spill into her. She moaned as Mr. Green and Mr. Hammond both began nibbling on the pastries covering her chest then each taking a nipple in the mouth and sucking hard. Mr. Nathaniel started licking the chocolate off her body, beginning on her mound just above her clit and twirling his tongue across her skin. His mouth soon moved down her cunt, taking small bites of an éclair as Penny’s muscles pulsed, pushing it out.

Mr. Nathan stood a moment later licking his way up her stomach, tongue dipping into her navel. Mr. Green quickly moved between her thighs, laving her pussy, swirling his tongue around the second éclair protruding from her cunt, eating it up before sucking her clit into his mouth. Penny arched her back, pleasure swirling through her core, so close to cumming it almost hurt. “No!” she gasped as Mr. Green pulled away, replaced quickly by Mr. Hammond.

Mr. Hammond lightly bit the last éclair, carefully not touching Penny’s sensitive skin. “Please, please make me cum,” she almost shouted. “I’m so close.” The other men continued to clean her skin of the remaining chocolate as Mr. Hammond chuckled, his hands reaching around her thighs, slowly moving towards her wet heat. “You’ll need to be a bit more specific Penny,” Mr. Hammond said. “I need to know exactly what you need from us.”

His hands stopped just short of her cunt, then stilled as he glanced up with one eyebrow raised. “I’m waiting,” he said. “What do you want?”

Penny groaned, desperate for his touch, for his cock, but mostly just to cum. “Please make me cum,” she begged. “Please suck my clit in your mouth, jam your fingers in my cunt, fuck me with them, fuck me with your hard cock, make me do whatever you want, just please let me cum!” She finished her sentence on a hard, indrawn breath, almost immediately letting out a wail as Mr. Hammond’s lips clamped around her clit and his fingers thrust into her pussy hard. He pumped them in and out quickly while sucking hard. Moments later she shuddered hard and groaned as she came, cunt spasming hard around Mr. Hammond’s fingers.

As she began to come down, Mr. Green turned her head to face him and thrust his cock towards her mouth. She immediately opened her lips, sucking him in hard, moaning at his masculine taste. His hands reached out and held the back of her head as he began to move faster, fucking her face. Penny swirled her tongue around him then jumped slightly as Mr. Hammond’s dick speared her hard. Her left hand was picked up and wrapped around Mr. Nathan’s hard cock as he used her to jerk himself off. Everyone’s breath was heavy, Penny’s especially as her throat was continuously invaded by Mr. Green’s cock, his thrusts becoming quicker as he got closer to cumming.

A moment later he let out a yell as his jizz gushed into Penny’s mouth for a moment before he pulled out and shot the remainder of his load on her face, using his dick to swirl the cum around until her entire visage held a faint shine. Watching this, Mr. Hammond pounded her harder, soon also depositing his spunk inside her tight cunt. He pulled out, watching as a few drops of cum dripped out. They were pushed back inside a moment later, though, as Mr. Nathan shoved his cock up inside her, pumping quickly, already close to cumming after the magic of her hand.

Penny reached down, playing with her clit. She’d been worked back up to a fever pitch and was aching to reach another completion. Mr. Hammond had moved towards her head, leaning down to kiss her, his mouth occasionally straying to her cheeks and chin, licking escort bakırköy Mr. Green’s cum from her skin before returning to wrestle their tongues together. Mr. Green was standing behind Mr. Nathan, running his hands over Mr. Nathan’s body, hips grinding against his ass in time to Mr. Nathan’s thrusts into Penny.

She felt it coming again and rubbed her clit harder as Mr. Nathan began to moan, both crashing at the same time. “Fuck, baby. Yes,” he shouted as his cum jetted into her. “Your cunt’s so hot. So slippery, full of two men’s cum. I’m going to pull out and I bet it’s just going to be spilling out of you, won’t it?” he asked, coming to a stop and slowing withdrawing. Mr. Green stepped back to let him move from between Penny’s legs, both of them watching her cunt hole begin to close after being stretched by two large cocks. She could feel cum slowly sliding from her body, loving how slutty she was being.

Mr. Hammond grabbed her hair, pulling her to a sitting position. “A delicious end to a great meal,” he said. “But I don’t think we’re done yet, are we?” He moved her to a standing position then turned her to bend over the table, ass presented to them all. “Don’t move,” he commanded, then turned to the dessert tray and grabbed a bowl of whipped cream. “We’re going to claim that tight ass.” He licked her rosette, then scooped up a finger full of cream, applying it to her hole, slowly pushing it inside.

Penny winced, but relaxed as she got used to the foreign feeling. A moment later more cool cream was inserted inside her, this time with two fingers. Again, it took her a moment to adjust, but soon began to feel come pleasure at the intrusion. She looked to the side to see Mr. Nathan on his knees, Mr. Green’s cock in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he pulled back then thrusting forward again. Penny gasped, thrilled by this illicit act but was soon distracted as Mr. Hammond pulled out what was now three fingers, replacing them with his dick.

“I’m gonna fuck your ass, Penny,” he said as he began to enter her. “I’m going to stretch it out and make you scream.” With that he pushed all the way in, then stilled so she could get used to him in her forbidden hole. A few moments later she pushed back against him, wanting to know what came next. He said something under his breath then grabbed her hips and withdrew almost completely before slamming back into her. He repeated this, sometimes slow and sometimes fast, until she began to tense. She hadn’t known it was possible, but she knew she was about to cum from an ass-fucking. She screamed a moment later, channels pulsing and milking his dick until he exploded inside her, halting his movements when he finished, leaning over her back and kissing her neck. He pulled all the way out then made his way towards the connecting washroom.

Mr. Nathan stood, Mr. Green’s cock slipping from his mouth, and positioned himself behind Penny, barely pausing before grabbing his dick by the base and entering Penny’s ass. It still stung, but not as bad this time and she acclimated quicker, her tunnel lubed now by more than just whipped cream. Mr. Nathan fucked her hard, wrapping one arm around her waist to pull at her clit. He then thrust two fingers up her cunt, playing with the cum already inside. He scooped up some cum then reached up to her mouth, allowing her to suck the cum from his fingers before returning for more, all the while humping against her ass, getting closer to cumming. A second later Penny shattered as his fingers rolled around her pussy, causing him to dump a second load into her ass.

Mr. Nathan pulled out, a trail of cum following him before falling over her. Mr. Green smiled as he took his place behind her. Penny turned to look at him, a bit worried as he was the largest of them. But he gave her a reassuring nod then lined up his cock and shoved it inside her. She realized did needn’t have worried – the two cocks before him had really stretched her out. She leaned over the table until her whole front was flat against it, rolling her hips as Mr. Green thrust in and out. She jolted up, though, as her clit was sucked into a mouth, looking down to see Mr. Hammond on his knees underneath her, sucking her and playing his fingers through her pussy. She hadn’t thought it possible, but she realized she was close again to cumming.

For the umpteenth time that night, Penny screamed then moaned as she came. Her orgasm caused her muscles to spasm, milking Mr. Green for him cum which he soon surrendered. He pulled out a moment later and Mr. Hammond stood. The three of them stood behind her, watching as her hole gaped open and cum dripped both from her ass and pussy, slowing leaking down her legs.

Penny tried to stand but collapsed back on the table, exhausted, but incredibly satisfied.

The three men helped her stand and brought her to the washroom. Mr. Nathan stepped into the shower with her, helping her wash away the jizz, holding her close and supporting her. “You’re perfect, you know that? You let us use you and join in with enthusiasm. You’re so dirty, but so innocent at the same time. We’re so lucky to have you as our slut,” he whispered in her ear. She didn’t reply but turned in his arms and kissed him. It was a sweet kiss and conveyed both her thanks for such an amazing experience and her clear willingness to get closer.

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I remember it as if it were yesterday, sneaking in two hours late hoping that my Uncle Bob would not catch me. He was easy going but always preaching to me about how young girls should always be careful and in the house no later than ten at night. Regardless that I had already reached my eighteenth birthday, he would always see me a child.

Uncle Bob was 36, over six feet tall and very handsome. My friends always made eyes at him when they came over to do homework. Sandy my best friend thinks he looks like Nicholas Cage, now that I think about it he does a little bit. He always sounded harsh when he yelled at me, but his soft sparkling blue-green eyes gave him away every time.

He moved in when my father died in a car accident two years ago, my mother’s brother had always looked out for us so she had him move in. My mother worked as a staff nurse at the local hospital, she took on the night shift because it paid more money that left Uncle Bob to look after me.

I slowly pushed open my window praying it would not squeak and that Uncle Bob was asleep. The last thing I needed was for him to be upset with me since this morning little incident happened. I was in my room in my undies when I cut the end of my finger, without thinking I yelled for him. Uncle Bob came running in and stopped dead in his tracks, I forgot I did not have a bra on and my full-ripened breasts were standing perky. His face blushed but he did not look away, he seemed to stare a little longer than need be. Tossing me a towel and saying “Cover yourself up Tiffany.”

I walked to him only after I had covered my titties, but he continued staring the entire time. When he stood close to me I felt the bulge in his pants against my side. For some unknown reason I could not help but smile. He turned swiftly after taking care of my finger and left the room. We did not speak to each other the rest of the day. Now here I am trying not to wake him as I sneak into my room.

Once giresun escort inside I thought I was safe, and no one would know any better, but I was surprised as the light flicked on. There he stood, hands on his hips in black boxers starring at me like I stole a million dollars from the damn bank.

“Where the hell have you been? No, don’t answer that! Follow me young lady we have to talk.” He stormed down the stairs turning only to make sure I was right behind him.

I hung my head as he made me stand in front of him while he sat on the couch. “Come here now!”

“Yes, Uncle Bob.” I muttered still with my head down.

“I am going to have to do something I never thought I would Tiffany. Do you realize it is midnight? Now pull your pants down and bend over my knee. This has got to stop”. I started to slowly pull my pants down feeling a little excited but not sure why. It could have been the three beers I drank, or just the heady aroma of his cologne assaulting my nostrils.

I had let my mind drift too much and Uncle Bob pulled me to him jerking my undies down with my pants. “Take them all the way off now!” I kicked them aside as he pulled me over his lap. with my ass high in the air. I felt the first slap flat against the rounded cheeks of my ass, his hand was big it spanned both cheeks. Again I felt the sting, by the third time I let out a whimper and he stopped, but did not have me move.

“Tiffany, baby I am sorry. I was just so worried about you. Worried something had happened to my little baby. Maybe one of those boys might have touched you.” His hand was now rubbing the spot where he had just smacked. I felt heat building in my core and wetness between my legs. The sensation sent ripples through my body to my nipples making them hard. I was sure he could feel them since my tube top had come down and my nipples were rubbing against his thighs.

I still said nothing yalova escort but enjoyed the feel of my Uncles hand rubbing my ass. One of his large fingers slid down the crack of my cheeks touching my milking hole. I heard him take in a sharp breath. “Did my bad little girl enjoy me spanking her?” I nodded my head dumbly wanting him to push his finger more deeply. “Do you want me to tell your mother what a bad girl you have been?”

I screamed out, “NO, Please do not tell her!”

“Then you must suffer whatever punishment I decide you need understood? Or I will tell her everything.” Again I nodded, both worried and excited. He sat me on his lap, leaning me back onto his shoulder spreading my legs slightly open as he stared into my eyes. Slowly he smiled as he slide his hand down to cup my wet mound his middle finger sliding down my cleft and back up again. He moaned almost as loud as I did. He continued until he found my throbbing pebble and ran circles around it, teasing me. His lips soon found my jutting nipples suckling each. Watching him made me want to touch him but he would not allow it.

He laid me on the couch my legs wide open; he put my legs over his shoulders staring down at me as he lifted my ass off the couch, his mouth slowly descending my thighs kissing his way to my waiting cunt. Uncle Bob licked my lips up and down, then around my clitty snaking his tongue back and forth as I writhed beneath his prowess. My hips took on a mind of their own, as did my mind and hands. Placing my hands in his hair pushing him deeper into my pussy. “Yes, oh yes Uncle Bobby eat me!!”

“My little sex slut loves her pussy eat doesn’t she? Now show me how much you want it, tell me.” He smiled wickedly as he stopped touching my pussy with that wonderful tongue of his.

“Please, please don’t stop lick me, eat me, please oh please I need to come!” He had me begging like I never begged for anything. yozgat escort I felt my ass lower to the couch and wondered what he was doing. That is when I saw his huge erection sticking out of his boxers, with a one swift movement he had them down and rubbing his throbbing cock head up and down my wetness. Repeatedly he teased my clit, my honey hole and ass with his big hot meat.

“Oh God, fuck me, please fuck me Uncle Bobby! Make me your little whore, I need to feel you inside before I burst.” He could sense my urgency and need. That wicked smile of his, but his eyes shone with lust he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

Thinking how sexy it was that my own Uncle, my mother’s brother wanted me turned me on. He positioned his cock at the entrance of my hole, my legs draped over his thighs and ass suspended in the air as he started to enter me. His hands where so big as he put one on each titty rolling my hard nipples with each slow inch he pushed into my velvet center. “You are so tight baby, Mmmmm you feel so fucking good. Oh yes your tight little twat is sucking at my cock.”

“You are so big Uncle Bob, so hot.” Writhing at the pain of his thickness as it entered me. He reached down and started rubbing my clit and I felt myself start to milk around his cock.

“That’s it my sex kitten, come on my cock. Tell your Uncle Bobby when you are going to come. You like when I talk nasty about your tight little pussy don’t you? I could make you my little whore whenever I want can’t I?” I was feeling so much pleasure from this beautiful man that I knew I would spread my legs for him anytime he wanted me to.

“Yes Uncle Bobby, Oh yes I am going to come on your big cock, YES, YES!!” Right at that moment he buried his big nine inch meat deep inside me, one, two, three and a wave of pleasure beyond what I ever have known shot through me.

“That’s it baby ride it out, ride the wave of pleasure while Uncle Bobby comes in your tight little hole. Here…I … come.. Ahhhhhhhh yesssssssssssssssss.” He exploded deep inside me; sending another wave of warmth and tingling through my body making my toes curl tightly. He slowed his pumping, milking his seed deep inside me.

Yes, this was the beginning of me doing a lot of bad things so my dear sweet Uncle could punish me.

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Tobias und der fremde Mann — 26

Tobias fühlte sich gut. Der Barfußjunge war da. Er hielt einfach still und gab sich der Fesselung hin, die ihn festhielt und ihn dem jungen Mann verführerisch darbot. Tobias fühlte sich wie auf dem Markt. Er war festgemacht und alle konnten ihn begutachten, seinen nackten Körper anschauen und Kommentare abgeben. Es fühlte sich toll an. Wieder gab er sich der Fantasie hin, inmitten eines Markttreibens gefesselt zu sein, wo ihn wirklich jeder anschauen konnte.

Der Barfußjunge stieg von Tobias´ zusammengebundenen Füßen herunter. Tobias hörte die leisen, gedämpften Schritte nackter Füße um den Baum herumkommen.

Geht er immer barfuß? Ist er wie ich? Liebt er es? Es muss so sein, sonst führe er nicht immer mit nackten Füßen Rad. Außerdem bin ich mir inzwischen absolut sicher, dass er derjenige war, den ich auf dem Pferdemarkt mit bloßen Füßen gesehen habe.

Hat der fremde Mann den Jungen ebenfalls gesehen? Wenn er dermaßen auf nackte Jungenfüße steht, muss er ihm aufgefallen sein. Aber er ist mir gefolgt! Mich hat er an der Bande angefasst und mitten im Trubel masturbiert. Weil ich ihm besser gefallen habe. Ich bin dort fast nackt herumgelaufen. Mein indianischer Lendenschurz hat mehr freigelassen als verdeckt. Er hat es selber gesagt: es hat ihn angemacht, mich von der Seite aus zu sehen. Von der Seite betrachtet war ich von Kopf bis Fuß praktisch nackt. Es gab nur die Lederbändchen an den Hand- und Fußgelenken und das Seil um meine Hüften, das den Schurz hielt. Aber meine Oberschenkel und ein Stück meines Hinterns war nackt, ebenso die Hüfte.

Tobias wusste genau, wie das aussah. Zuhause am großen Ankleidespiegel seiner Mutter hatte er seine äußerst knappe Montur getestet. Er hatte zuerst einen Schurz in die Hüftschnur gehängt, der breiter war, sich dann aber für einen sehr schmalen entschieden. Von vorne betrachtet, war er so schmal, dass seine Hüftknochen nackt blieben. Das Teil hatte gerade so seine Genitalien verdeckt, aber alles andere freigelassen. Es hatte ihn tierisch angemacht, so auf dem Gelände des Pferdemarktes herumzulaufen.

Dass ihn dabei jemand beobachten und sich in den Anblick seines nackten Körpers verlieben könnte, war ihm dabei nicht einmal eingefallen. Er wollte bloß so nackt wie möglich sein, denn das erregte ihn. Barfuß war sowieso Pflicht. Kein Mensch hätte Tobias´ Füße in Mokassins gebracht.

Mich hat er angesehen! Mich! Weil ich fast nackt und barfuß war!

Plötzlich tat der Junge Tobias leid. Er war jetzt hier und er war sogar völlig nackt. Er trug keinen Schurz. Auf dem Pferdemarkt hatte er sich vielleicht nicht getraut, mit weniger Klamotten am ferhatpaşa escort Leib, herumzulaufen. Zudem hatte er wohl nichts von der Indianistik-Gruppe gewusst, bei der die Männer nun mal aus Prinzip zum Teil im simplen Lendenschurz herumliefen. Auch so war es mutig von dem Jungen gewesen, mit nackten Füßen auf dem Gelände herumzulaufen.

Hätte ich mich das getraut?, fragte sich Tobias. Wenn ich kein Weilheimer Indianer wäre, hätte ich es gewagt, auf dem Pferdemarkt barfuß zu gehen?

Hätte der Mann mich dann angesehen? Wahrscheinlich. Und den Jungen? Vielleicht hätte er mich stehen lassen und stattdessen den schüchternen Fahrradjungen masturbiert. Hübscher ist der allemal.

Tobias stellte sich vor, wie der Barfußjunge arglos an der Bande stand und ihm plötzlich von hinten einer in die Hose ging. Hätte er stillgehalten? Hätte er es genossen?

Die Vorstellung erregte Tobias. Er selber wäre dem schüchternen Jungen gerne in die Hose gegangen. Es musste ein tolles Gefühl sein, mit der Hand in die Hose des jungen Mannes zu schlüpfen. Er ging barfuß. Konnte es nicht sein, dass er zusätzlich keinen Slip trug? Dass er in seiner Jeanshose nackt war? Dann hätte Tobias leicht zufassen können.

Er stellte sich vor, wie der Junge sich einen Moment versteifte, wie er erstarrte. Wie sich sein Glied der reibenden Hand von Tobias entgegenreckte, auch wenn der Junge das möglicherweise nicht wollte. Natürlich wollte er es, sobald die Erregung über ihn kam. Ab da hielt er still. Ab dem Zeitpunkt war er überwältigt.

Oh Fahrradjunge, was für eine Vorstellung! Das würde ich gerne mit dir machen! Stattdessen bin ich hilflos gefesselt und kann überhaupt nichts tun. Ich würde dich gerne fragen, ob wir uns mal treffen könnten, aber ich habe Angst, dass ich dich damit verscheuche, schüchtern wie du bist. Vielleicht traust du dich wirklich nur an mich ran, solange ich blind und gefesselt bin. Das ist wirklich schade, weißt du das? Das Problem dabei ist, dass auch ich dir gegenüber sehr schüchtern bin.

Der Junge blieb vor Tobias stehen. Seine Hände kamen hoch und streichelten Tobias überall. Wie sanft diese Hände waren. Es war schön, von diesen Händen gestreichelt zu werden. Der Junge war nicht grob und herrisch. Er holte sich nicht mit roher Gewalt, was er wollte. Er nahm es auf zärtliche Art. Der Junge war einfach süß.

Er hatte ein hübsches Gesicht, erinnerte sich Tobias. Er wirkte zart, beinahe ein wenig mädchenhaft, bloß dass er weiter unten zwischen seinen Beinen alles andere als mädchenhaft gebaut war. Tobias erwischte sich dabei, dass er zu träumen begann, er müsse gefesselt an einem Baumstamm knien und den Schwanz dieses bildhübschen jungen Mannes in den Mund nehmen.

Die Hand des Jungen kam zum gefesselten Penis von Tobias. Sie kraulte sein Krongeflecht, was Tobias ein Seufzen entriss.

Ich muss still sein! Ich darf nicht reden, nicht stöhnen! Sonst gebze escort verjage ich diesen schüchternen Jungen!

Die Hand fuhr an Tobias´ Schwanz entlang, von der Wurzel bis nach vorne zur fest abgebundenen Eichel. Tobias musste an sich halten, um nicht laut zu stöhnen.

Die Finger des Jungen spielten mit dem ledernen Fesselriemchen. Sie zupften und zogen. Ein Finger bohrte sich von oben direkt hinter Tobias´ Eichel.

„Das müsste man annageln”, flüsterte eine fast unhörbare Stimme.

Tobias glaubte, sich verhört zu haben. Was hatte der Junge da gerade gesagt? Annageln? Annageln!

„Mit einem dünnen, langen Nägelchen annageln”, flüsterte der Junge. „Mitten durch den Schwanz geschlagen.” Sein Finger drückte. Tobias hatte das Gefühl, sein Penis müsse jeden Moment platzen vor Geilheit. Er bekam mächtiges Herzklopfen.

Mit einem dünnen, langen Nägelchen…

Tobias wusste, was der Junge meinte. Drahtstifte nannte man diese „Nägel”, die keine richtigen waren. Eher waren sie zu dick geratene Stecknadeln, aber mit einer richtigen Nagelspitze und einem Nagelkopf. Einen Millimeter im Durchmesser maßen die. Es gab sie im Baumarkt und im Geschäft für Bastelbedarf.

Er würde mich annageln! Tobias schlug das Herz bis zum Hals. Meinen Schwanz annageln! Auf das Sitzholz nageln!

Er hatte keine Angst, im Gegenteil. Die Vorstellung machte ihn geil. Er stellte sich vor, wie der Junge seinen nackten Schwanz auf das Sitzholz drückte, wie er mit der linken Hand ein kleines dünnes Nägelchen ansetzte, direkt hinter der Eichel, wie er es fest auf Tobias´ Glied drückte und wie er den Nagel dann mit einem kleinen Hammer hindurch schlug. Tobias glaubte fast, den dünnen Stahlstift durch sein Fleisch fahren zu fühlen.

Was er dann fühlte, war die Zunge des Jungen. Sie fing an, mit seiner angeschwollenen Eichel zu spielen, hin und her, auf und ab, um und herum. Tobias wand sich in seinen Fesseln. Er schwebte vor Lust. Mit aller Kraft kämpfte er gegen die Handfesseln, die ihn an den Armen aufhängten und mit den Fesseln, die seine Füße hinterm Baumstamm nach oben zogen. Sein Körper bewegte sich gegen seinen Willen. Tobias hatte es nicht unter Kontrolle. Er wand sich vor Lust. Er versuchte alles, um ein Stöhnen zu unterdrücken, aber er schaffte es nicht.

Nur sein stramm gefesselter Schwanz konnte sich nicht bewegen. Er war dem eifrigen Lecken und Saugen des Jungen bewegungslos ausgeliefert. Tobias begann zu wimmern. Er hatte sich nicht länger unter Kontrolle. Wimmernd und stöhnend wand er sich am Baum. Er jammerte in den höchsten Tönen. Wie er jetzt die Stricke liebte, die ihn festhielten! Es war so herrlich, wehrlos gefesselt zu sein. Er wand sich. Er keuchte. Der Junge hatte ihn ganz und gar unter Kontrolle. Er konnte Tobias lenken und ihn zum Orgasmus zwingen. Oh Junge, was tust du mit mir? Was tust du?

Sein Glied schwoll dermaßen an, dass er befürchtete, güzelyalı escort es müsse platzen. Mit Gewalt drückten die stramm sitzenden Lederriemchen seinen Schwanz auf das runde Sitzholz. Tobias keuchte. Er zog sich an den Handfesseln hoch und stieß die Beine nach hinten, wo sie von der Fußfesselung gehalten wurden. Er arbeitete fleißig in den Stricken. Der Junge zwang ihn dazu.

Nagel ihn an!, dachte er. Mach es ruhig! Nimm einen Drahtstift und nagele meinen Schwanz aufs Holz! Tu es! Du hast die Macht über mich! Ich werde mich nicht wehren! Ich kann es ja nicht, gefesselt wie ich bin! Tu, was du möchtest! Nagel mich an! Ja! Ja!!! Es wäre absolut genial, das aushalten zu müssen. Ich möchte es zu gerne einmal spüren, wenn du das mit mir machst.

Tobias biss sich auf die Lippen, um nicht laut aufzuschreien, als er kam. Er spritzte wild ab. Während es sich in heftigen Fontänen der Lust entlud, tätschelte der Junge sein Glied. Tobias wand sich in Ekstasen der Lust. Sein ganzer Körper verkrampfte sich, besonders die hinten hochgebundenen Beine. Es schien, als wolle dieser lustvolle Krampf nie mehr aufhören.

Tobias zuckte und wand sich in hilflosen Spasmen der Lust.

Ich will gefesselt bleiben! Ich will an diesem Baum aufgehängt bleiben! Ich will es! Bitte-bitte! Ich will nie wieder losgebunden bleiben! Ich will ein Sklave sein! Ich will immer angebunden sein! Für immer!

Nagele mich an, Junge! Tu es! Mach mit mir, was du willst! Beherrsche mich! Ich unterwerfe mich dir voll und ganz! Benutze mich als Objekt für deine Befriedigung! Benutze mich! Erniedrige mich! Lass mich nie wieder frei!

Es dauerte unfassbar lange, bis Tobias´ Orgasmus vorbei war. Das wildeste war, dass sein stramm gefesselter Penis weiterhin prall und hart blieb. Der Junge tätschelte und streichelte ihn.

Annageln, dachte Tobias, während er ganz langsam wieder herunterkam und sich erschöpft, aber befriedigt, in seine Fesseln hängen ließ.

Gott, was für ein genialer Abgang! Es ist herrlich, der Unterlegene zu sein, der wehrlos gefesselt alles über sich ergehen lassen muss. So schön!

Er spürte den nackten Körper des jungen Besuchers, als er sich gegen ihn lehnte. Dann die weichen Lippen des Jungen auf seinen eigenen. Der Junge küsste ihn zärtlich. Tobias gab sich ganz hin. Er fühlte sich erschöpft und völlig ausgepumpt. Er fühlte sich besiegt und unterworfen. Es war ein wunderbares Gefühl. Gehorsam erwiderte er den Kuss.

Jetzt könntest du ihn fragen, sprach eine Stimme in Tobias´ Innern. Los! Frag ihn doch! Trau dich endlich! Du willst noch mehr mit diesem süßen Barfüßer erleben! Er gefällt dir! Du findest ihn hübsch, gib es zu! Sprich ihn an! Verabrede dich! Du willst ihn doch wiedersehen! Was ist, wenn er irgendwann nicht mehr kommt?! Wo und wie willst du ihn finden? Rede endlich!

Tobias fasste sich ein Herz. Gerade als er den Mund aufmachen wollte, zuckte der Junge zurück. Einen Moment stand er erstarrt. Dann floh er in schnellen Sätzen.

Mist! Versägt! Jetzt kann ich warten! Bis dahin traue ich mich dann erst recht nicht. Was hat ihn verscheucht?

Wahrscheinlich der Mann, überlegte Tobias. Der schien zurück zu kommen. Deswegen war sein schüchterner Besucher geflohen.

Tatsächlich hörte Tobias gleich darauf die Schritte des Mannes. Ergeben wartete er.

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Kneeling in front of him, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his shorts, and slid it down to his feet, he stepped out of it, thus giving Jess her first glance at his huge cock, which was at that very moment standing erect and throbbing. It must be at least 9 inches by 2 inches of prime cock’, she thought as she mentally fanned herself to keep from melting into a puddle. Alas, she felt a rivulet of juice escape her pussy and run down the inside of her naked thighs.

Meanwhile, Claire grasped Jim’s cock in a two-handed grip and began to lick the precum off its shiny blunt head. As she opened up her mouth much wider to swallow his thick meat, Jess couldn’t contain the rising heat of her lust anymore as her soft whimpers turned into loud moans. She took her hand under her mini-skirt and rubbed her wet hot pussy and then thumb flicked her engorged clitoris.

Her moans soon attracted their attention and sent them scampering into a corner, covering themselves with their hands. Their eyes wandered to her crotch, catching her with her hand in her honey pot. The moment of tension that ensued was endless; suddenly without a word being said by anybody, she walked up to Claire and planted a kiss on her lips.

Claire was stunned, but before she could say anything, Jess turned to Jim and began to suck on his nipples. She sealed her hot wet mouth over his man boobs, and flicked the nipples with her snaky tongue. Jim soon began moaning in earnest as he felt tongues of fiery passion licking through his entire body. Claire however was still standing there stunned, and unsure of how to proceed. Jim briefly caught a glimpse of her through half open eyes, and her discomfort suddenly registered in his conscious mind.

He laid a hand on Jess’s shoulder staying her assault on his nipples, then it dawned on her too as she turned to face Claire. She only offered a warm smile, and then took Claire’s hand and led her to Jim’s spacious desk. She pushed her gently to the edge and then lays her down on the desk top, and then she reached behind herself and pulled Jim by his throbbing meat pole. She guided his thick manhood into Claire’s half-open mouth, and then returned to sucking on his nipples, slowly moving up to his neck, and finally up to his lips where she engaged him in a deep, heart racing tongue play. He was moaning and sighing in her mouth, as the slivers of pleasure licked through him from the tender oral ministration with which Claire was favoring his cock.

Claire was sucking on his thick cock and licking on the thick veins criss-crossing his fat shaft. She held on as best she could, restraining it from jumping about with one hand, while rubbing her own throbbing clit with the other.

Although she escort bayan kurtköy had been eaten by women a few times back in college, and she wasn’t planning on doing anything like that ever again, the presence of a naked Jess in such close and intimate proximity filled her with a mixture of awkwardness and great excitement that sent her pulse racing and her clit tingling and her wet hot pussy twitching.

She almost gagged as Jim thrust his cock deep down into her throat. As she opened wider to accommodate the pulsing head of his massive cock; she felt her legs being spread open and it dawned on her that there was truth in the rumor she heard about Jess’s sexuality. She left out a muffled moan as she felt the heat of Jess’s breath on her wet cunt, just as she began to lick first her cum soaked finger with which she had been rubbing her clit, and then she ceased all movement and began to choke on Jim’s cock when Jess swirled her tongue over her clit.

A cough roared out from deep within her throat, sending both the hard dick and a pool of spittle out and all over Jim’s crotch.

Jess knew from experience not to stop at that point, instead she wrapped her wet hot mouth over Claire’s throbbing clit and suckled away. With the heightened arousal in the pit of Claire’s stomach and the dull ache of her sexual need beginning to dissolve into a river of pleasure through the tender loving care of Jess’s mouth, her apprehensive sighs of uncertainty, soon turn into deep moans of sheer pleasure.

Jim felt the rise in the temperature of her lust too. The walls of her mouth, collapsed around his shaft, her hunger apparent as her throat opened up, making room for his cock to slide all the way down her throat until his balls were pressing hard against her chin, and sending shockwaves of excitement through him.

Claire’s was so far gone into the realm of ecstasy, she wondered if it wasn’t all a wet dream. As though to convince herself that she wasn’t going to suddenly awake before her building orgasm hits, she cocked her head with mouth still impaled by cock to catch a glimpse of Jess’s head buried deep in between her silken thighs. The sight of Jess’s undulating head as she ate the ache of need from her Claire’s cunt instantly sets her off. She began to quiver; her hips gyrated faster, and faster.

Jess raised the game when she flicked Claire’s clit with her wet finger, and dug her tongue deep into her pussy hole, tongue fucking her harder and faster with each thrust. Her body was awash with wave after wave of excitement until suddenly, her back arched, and her mouth closed tightly over Jims cock, as her eyes roll to the back of her head. Deep escort bayan beykoz spasms seized her body as she succumbed to the multi orgasmic hurricane which ploughed through her as she let out deep animal grunts… “Ughmmm!” The sounds of her release escaping through the seal of her mouth over his throbbing cock; forming bubbles of thick slippery spittle.

Jim pumped faster in his own desperation to catch up with her as she fell over the edge of the orgasmic cliff. The contraction of her throat, over his cock and the warmth of her spittle running down over his tight balls, all trip him and he began his own descent into the bottomless pit of sexual release.

He let out a deep grunt as he shot a stream of thick creamy cum into her mouth. Her mouth filled up and flowed over as cum seeped through the sides. She guzzled down as much as she could and went on to suck whatever was left directly out of his relieved balls.

Even though he had just ejaculated, Jim’s cock was still hard and nodding its residual hunger. Jess lifted up her head from Claire’s cum drenched twat, and Jim got even harder from just seeing her face glazed with Claire’s copious pussy juice, which she licked off the corner of her lips as the fire of her own lust burned hot in her seductive eyes.

They rearrange positions and it was time for Jess to return the favor. The girls got into a cock provoking 69 position on the desktop, and Jim was standing behind Jess, rubbing his fat and blunt dick head over her slit. He spreads her pussy lips open and plunged his throbbing meat into her hot juicy cunt. As he pushed deeper into her, stretching her warmed up pussy, she raised her head from the warmth of Claire’s pussy, and let out a loud moan. As she raised her head, her crotch was pushed lower, offering Claire her throbbing clit, which she sucked on even harder, sending a jolt of electricity through her.

Jim began to pound her deeper and harder in an ever increasing rhythm, and Claire continued to pleasure her clit in ways that even she did not realize she could. Her moans got louder tidal wave of orgasm swept over her body and her juices flowed from her swollen pussy to Claire’s waiting lips, and onto her chin.

Jim’s shaft was covered in her thick pussy cream, which he rubbed around the puckered entrance to her asshole, and then he began to massage the cream past her tight sphincter deeper into her. He lazily fingered her ass, and soon his finger strokes picked up; he added another finger and drover her crazy with the two-fingered pleasuring her rear end. The pressure of his digital occupancy of her ass was so exciting that she frantically threw back at him. Jim escort bayan üsküdar upped the ante by adding yet another finger; the slut in Jess kept pace with his digital exploration as she wriggled her waist and thrust her ass at him harder, swallowing the three fingers he had inside of her, at that point he knew that it was time to feed her his enormous sausage…

He slid his cock from her pussy and rubbed the creamy wetness from it all around the lose entrance of her open ass. He pushed firmly but gently against her asshole and soon the head slipped inside. He kept up the gentle push and about a quarter of the way in she grimaced from the sweet pain, searing through her butt.

Jim held his cock in place for a bit whilst he caressed her sexy ass. Meanwhile Claire took her pleasuring of Jess to a new level by slipping her two fingers into her gaping cunt, after fingering her pussy for a while, and then finding her G spot she began to massage it. Jess’s pleasure raced deliciously towards its peak as she savored the girth of Jim’s dick hammering away at her ass, and the finger fucking, and clit suckling action that are accelerating the raging inferno of ecstasy that was threatening to consuming her soul.

Claire was busy writing an erotic tale with her fingers and reading it with her mouth at Jess’s swollen tortured cunt, when the spasms began deep in her loins, her pussy began to contract and squeezed Claire’s fingers, and soon the spasms spread with her entire body jerking spasmodically. Jim was affected by the jerking of her ass, and he buried his cock deeper up her ass, with his own ass clenching as his hips locked up.

The heat of hard cock shoved up her ass, proved to be the final straw, then her pussy clenched once more, as she squirted a jet of her juice, drowning Claire’s face in the liquid of her sated lust. Her tightening asshole gripped his cock and massaged it in its frantic jerks, tipping the fulcrum of his control as he pulled out of her ass, shooting mid air and splattering the whole of her ass with his cum.

They rested up for a few minutes to catch their breaths, and then they got dressed and left the office together. In the elevator down, Jess, looked at both of them with a mischievous smile, and said, “I believe both of you are a couple now, aren’t you?” She winked.

They both look at her nervously, as Jim answered, “Well I guess so”. Claire shocked them all when she asked quite naughtily; “And you, how do you fit into the picture?”

They all remained silent for a moment, before Jess eased the tension with her throaty laugh and said; “Well I guess that’s makes me the invisible third. Oh yes, lets have a ménage trios, and why not”. She then quickly added, “Actually, I have a great idea, the weekend is here, why not let us party over at my place?”

She smiled sweetly, the rest of the way to the basement carport, satisfied with the outcome of her long hours of surveillance over these two.

‘Mmmm! I have indeed killed two birds with one stone’, she thought, very pleased with the actualization of her hidden agenda.

The End

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Emily again. Well, things just keep getting stranger and stranger. But not, I assure you, in a bad way. You’ll see.

The rest of the summer went by in a flash. Jeff left for Stanford in mid-August, driving out in plenty of time to get there and set up his living arrangements. The guest bedroom got pretty lonely after that, so I moved back upstairs with Paul and Sara. When I talked about moving back into the dorm in September, they wouldn’t hear of it. I was sure glad to save the money the dorm would have cost, since my tennis scholarship didn’t cover that expense.

There was one dark note in that whole summer. Just before school started, Jessie came back from Europe. Her resemblance to her mother Sara was startling; although she took after Paul with her brunette hair, her form and features were Sara through and through. She stayed with us for a couple of days until she left for her junior year at OSU.

But we didn’t get along. In fact, the first thing she said to me when we were alone was: “Look, girl. I know you’ve been fucking my father and mother, and I know you’ve been fucking my brother, but you’re not going to fuck me.” Her eyes flashed as she spit out the words.

“Look, Jessie,” I began, but she cut me off.

“The rest of my family thinks you’re hot shit, but that doesn’t mean I have to. I’m not going to end up as another notch on your bedpost. Got that?”

“Got it,” I said. Then she walked out of the room, leaving me there in a storm of emotions. What did I say to provoke that outburst? What did I do?

At dinner, no mention of it was made. She was the perfect sweet daughter. She didn’t speak to me at all, except to ask me to pass the salt. The next day, she left for school.

I took the opportunity to tell Sara about the exchange and ask what might have caused it. She told me that Jessie had learned that her boyfriend had been seeing somebody else over the summer without telling her, and she might have been taking some of that anger out on me. Well, that figured.

That fall went pretty much like the summer before it. I missed Jeff terribly, but I was getting plenty of sex, from both Sara and Paul. I went home for Thanksgiving, knowing that I wanted to stay here for Christmas, because Jeff was going to be coming home. My folks didn’t mind, because they’d been planning to spend Christmas in Florida with my Dad’s sister.

Jeff wasn’t the only one who was coming home for the holidays. I remember going home one afternoon in early December to what I thought was an empty house. When I went upstairs, I noticed that the door to the master bedroom was closed. And then I heard a woman giggle. And it wasn’t Sara.

I went back downstairs and got a glass of water. It wasn’t long before Paul came in, put down his briefcase, and gave me a hug. “Where’s Sara?” he asked.

“Um, she’s upstairs. But she has company.”

“Oh, you mean Elly?”

“Elly’s here?”

“Yeah. She flew in early this morning. I picked her up at the airport. You haven’t been introduced?”

“No, I just got home.”

“Then let’s go upstairs and get you two acquainted.”

We went upstairs, and he knocked on the door. “It’s me,” he said. “Are you up for company??

“Come on in,” I heard Sara say. So we did, and that’s when I fist saw Elly, sprawled out on the bed next to Sara. They were both naked and, as you could tell by their sweaty and flushed bodies and their broad grins, just recovering from some very sweet sex. The room just reeked of pussy.

Elly was, frankly, a knockout. I could see in a flash what Paul and Sara saw in her. My first impression was of her hair, long and dark and thick and curly, on both her head and her crotch. She was about my height and build, but she had some decent-sized tits on her, smaller than Sara’s but still a handful. She had long muscular legs and a winning smile, which was now directed at me.

“So you’re Emily! Sara’s told me so much about you!”

I smiled back. “Likewise! I thought you were in Russia.”

“And so I was, until about twenty hours ago. I’m so jet-lagged, I don’t know whether it’s day or night. I slept on the plane, except that you never really sleep on the plane, you know.” I nodded in agreement, even though I’d never been on an airplane in my life.

“How long will you be here, Elly?”

“A couple of months, I think. My old visa ran out, and I’m waiting for the new one to come through.”

“Well, make yourself at home,” I said unnecessarily. “I’ve got some laundry to do. Paul, can you help me?”

Paul hesitated only an moment before he nodded assent. He knew that I didn’t need any help, but instantly knew that I wanted some time alone with him. So he bent down and kissed the two women, and we went downstairs.

“Paul,” I said. “I’m glad I met her. You three have a lot of catching up to do, so I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight.”

“God, Emily. Thank you. I was going to ask you to, but I didn’t know how, without making you think we were kicking you out of our bed. You don’t escort bahçelievler know how much I appreciate it. What can I do to make it up to you?”

“Well, you could take me into the guest bedroom and fuck me. Right now.”

He grinned. “I guess I could do that. I don’t think the ladies would mind if we left them alone for a while longer.”

“No, I think they have the situation well in hand.”

So Paul and I went into the guest bedroom, stripped, and hopped into bed. He was hard even before he got his boxers off, and I wasn’t far behind him in arousal; all that pussy smell went right from my nose to my clit. This was the first time I’d fucked Paul here, in the guest bed I normally shared with Jeff, and it added to the excitement. He got me off using his tongue and fingers on my pussy while I twisted and pulled on my nipples. Soon I was in the throes of the big O, the waves of pleasure originating at my clit and shooting right down my legs to my heels and up my arms to my wrists. Paul was the most experienced male lover I’d ever had, and what he lacked in stamina he more than made up for in talent. He not only knew what buttons to push, but exactly when to push them and for how long. I was so wet that when he finally slipped his dick inside me, I felt only the sudden sensation of fullness. Then it was my turn to tease him, squeezing his cock with my Kegel muscles as he plunged in and out. He always loved it when I relaxed, then clenched, in time with his strokes; my cunt muscles were a lot stronger than Sara’s are, and I knew how to use them.

But it wasn’t long before Paul abruptly picked up the pace. He was signaling the urgency of his lust, and I just whispered “Fuck me hard and fill me up” into his ear, relaxed under his weight, and succumbed to the golden sensation of lust that was overwhelming me. I felt him give his cock a final plunge into me and he held it there as it it spat out his cum into my womb. The intensity of it caught us both by surprise, and I squeezed his cock again, as if by squeezing alone I could keep it hard and locked inside me.

But I couldn’t, of course, and soon it slipped out, followed by our juices. He slipped down on the bed to lap them up as they oozed from my cunt, giving me another frisson of pleasure … the perfect dessert for a hearty meal.

“I’m so happy, Paul. I’m so happy that Sara lets us fuck together now. I really needed that.”

“Me, too. You can let me ‘help you with the laundry’ any time.”

I giggled. “Yeah, help me dirty up the sheets some more, you mean!”

“We sure did, didn’t we? Look at that wet spot!”

“Say, I’m getting hungry now. What do you say we order a pizza?”

“Mmm. Good idea, Em. Let’s get the biggest one they’ve got. I bet the girls upstairs are getting peckish, too.”

And that’s why all four of us were around the dinner table an hour later, scarfing down on pizza and drinking wine. Elly proved to be as companionable as they’d told me she was, always chatting about this or that. “Oh, my God! This is so good! Believe me, you just can’t get good pizza in Moscow, unless you make it. And even then, you can’t get the right cheese. Boy, have I missed it!”

“Well, we have a good pizzeria in town now,” Paul said. “The authentic Brooklyn style. It wasn’t here when you lived here; it opened up about five years ago. Actually, Emily told us about it.”

“Well, every freshman in school learns about where to get good pizza,” I said. “It’s a requirement. Antidote for dorm food, you know.”

“So tell me about yourself, Emily. Paul and Sara have told me some of it, but where is your home town, and your family?”

So I gave her my life story (short form). She was a good listener; she caught every word, and asked me the sort of questions that told me that she was listening to me. When I told her about my tennis training she nodded. “My sport was skating, and I trained as hard as you do. I still skate when I can.” Then she in turn told me about herself, and before we knew it, the pizza was gone, along with two bottles of wine and a doobie.

“So where’s the action in this town now?” Elly said at last.

“Same place it was before,” Sara said. “In our bedroom. But we’ve got a hot tub now. Would you care to try it?”

“I didn’t pack a bathing suit. I didn’t figure I needed to bring one for a December trip.”

“And you don’t. Just do it naked, like we do.” And with that, we got up and moved to the tub room. We shucked our robes and got into the tub. Paul immediately moved over to Elly’s side and put his arm around her. We were all feeling a little randy then, and soon Sara and I were snuggling as well. I’d been asking myself all night how I’d feel when this happened. Would I feel some jealousy toward Elly? Would I be uptight when I saw them necking? Sara, too, was sort of holding her breath, and Paul kept glancing at me as he was feeling Elly up.

The truth was: I didn’t feel any jealousy at all. It was just as though escort beyoğlu I’d found another lover to share with two of my favorite people. I smiled at them all, and the tension gradually dissipated. Sara sealed the deal when she said coyly, “Emily, why don’t you show Elly what you showed me the first time we were in the hot tub?”

I sure knew what she was talking about! So I guided Elly over the edge, so that the jet was just over her pussy. She gasped at the sudden sensation. Then I put a finger on each of her hairy pussy lips and gently opened her slit to expose her inner labia. I felt her suddenly tensing, then leaning forward to increase the pressure. I then slowly opened and closed her slit, letting her savor the difference in pressure. Her fingers moved down to replace mine. My freed hands slid up her body to her breasts, lifting them, teasing her pink nipples. He moaned with pleasure. Sara and Paul watched us avidly, desire written all over their faces. Finally, when I thought Elly was ready for it, I moved one hand back down and pulled her clitoral hood up just a wee bit. “OOH!” she cried. Then she came, a hard little orgasm that startled her. Then she began to laugh.

“Oh, Emily, I see what Paul and Sara saw in you! That was marvelous! Wherever did you learn that?”

“I grew up in a house with a hot tub. You learn these things,” I said simply.

“I bet you do. Emily, I’d like to get to know you better. May I sleep with you tonight?”

“I thought Paul would like to have a crack at you…” and then realized what I’d said.

She laughed. “No, I’m the one with the crack! But he and I already got it on. As soon as we got home from the airport, he jumped my bones. Boy, what a welcome home!”

“I did it for therapeutic reason,” Paul said. “The best cure for jet lag is a good shagging. Or so they say.”

“So the only girl that Paul hasn’t fucked yet today is his own wife!” I said. “Well, don’t you think we ought to let them have their chance?”

Elly hugged me and said, “I think we should. Why don’t we take the guest bedroom?”

“Well, there’s still a little bit of a wet spot from a few hours ago.”

“We’ll change the sheets.” And then she gave me a full-on kiss, tongue to tongue, and pressed her breasts against mine.

I turned to Sara and Paul and asked, “Do you guys mind?”

Sara just gave a shrug and a wink, as if to say “be my guest.” And Paul was paying too much attention to Sara’s tits to even notice. His cock was telling me everything I needed to know about where he was focused. So I said to Elly, “Let’s go.” We each gave Paul’s cock a squeeze and and slipped out of the tub. Elly picked up the towel and started to dry me. Whoa! She was leaving no opportunity for a grope unexplored! This woman is a keeper! I felt the rough towel caressing my clit and my nipples, grinding into the small of my back, dabbing gently at my neck and shoulders.

“You know I’m going to be doing the same to you. I insist.”

“I was hoping you would!” she replied. “In fact, I was counting on it!”

We took our time drying each other, partly to savor the moment, and partly because it was hotter to do it slowly in front of Paul and Sara. Paul was certainly enjoying it, too. He’d glance up every now and then even as he was sucking Sara’s boobs, and he’d smile at us.

We then we went to the guest bedroom, where the queen-size bed that was Jeff’s and mine, and then Paul’s and mine, awaited us. Elly took note of the wet spot on the bed, and then completely ignored it. She flung herself on the bed and, grabbing a couple of pillows to position her body, started to wank herself as she smiled up at me.

Damn. I thought I was a slut, but this woman was putting me to shame. What a find she was! Another reason to be very, very thankful to Paul and Sara. And I said so to her, there and then.

“Believe me, I love those people as much as you do,” she told me. “They are … special people. The whole family is.”

“I’ve met Jeff, and he’s pretty special, too. And I met Jessie a few months ago, but we didn’t get along for some reason.”

“Jessie was always moody, Emily. Even when she was a kid. She’ll snap out of it. You’ll see.”

“I guess her boyfriend dumped her.”

“Well, there you have it. Hey, just how ‘special’ is Jeff to you?”

“Pretty damned special. I mean, our lives aren’t exactly running parallel, but we definitely have something now.”

“OK, then. But let me ask you: would you mind if I …”

“If you fucked him?”

“Boy, Emily! You get straight to the point!”

“Maybe it’s the tennis player in me. You know, return the serve, keep the ball moving…”

“Yeah, maybe. But would you? Mind?”

I smiled at her. “Not at all, if that’s what he wants. And he always spoke warmly of you. I’d say go for it. He can always use the experience, and you seem to have plenty of that.”

She held out her arms to me, spread her legs wide, and beamed at me. “Come escort beşiktaş say ‘hi’ to me!”

“Hello,” I said as I kissed her. And that was the last word I said for the next hour. It was the most heavenly hour of my life.

I say that without taking the least from Jerry or Paul or Jeff. I say that knowing that I’ll always love cock. But this was the strangest thing: it was like we were on the exact same wavelength, like meeting your exact twin, the one you’d been separated from at birth. We didn’t even have to tell each other what we wanted. We could just read it from our breathing and our muscle tone. Physically, we were almost identical except for our boobs and hair. Her muscle tone was as good as mine, with immensely strong legs and the tightest ass I’d ever groped. We roamed each other’s bodies. I was as fascinated by the texture of her pubic hair, black and wiry and lush, as she was by the wisps on my own almost bare pubes. And she was as spellbound by the soft swells under my nipples as I was by the firm, melon-sized mounds under hers.

She was sliding fast into a state where she wanted some attention to her cunt, and I somehow knew it immediately. I put my hand down toward her crotch and she caught it, gently bent my fingers in, leaving only the middle one out. I smiled, and slipped the finger in. She closed her eyes in contentment.

Taking my hand, she guided me to her G-spot, and I knew immediately when I hit it, not by the feel, but from the way her body reacted, exactly as mine would.

I chuckled and, with my finger up her cunt and my tongue on her labia, I brought her to her first climax, and then her second. I was so … close … to her, it was almost like masturbating. We shifted positions so that I could keep giving her oral, but so that her mouth was at my clit and her finger up my cunt, too. Everything I did to her, I felt myself, because she was giving everything back to me as I gave it out. I was cumming, she was cumming, I was cumming again. Back and forth for what must have been an hour. By that time, the bed was so wet again that we were glad we didn’t change the sheets.

What a night that was! We were strangers who were suddenly sisters, more than sisters. After that hour of utter transport, we just looked into each other’s eyes, like looking into a mirror that can distort your features or your hair color but not the soul that looks back at you. I memorized her face, every freckle, every mole, every pore.

“Emily,” she said at last. “I love you.”

“I think I love you, too.”

“But I love Paul and Sara, too.”

“Me, too.”

We hugged and cried. And then we slept. She fell asleep in my arms, and left me in lazy thought for a long time. I thought about how much of an impact she must have had on Paul and Sara, and the effect she was having on me now. I thought about how, when I came into their lives, I must have appeared to them as the second coming of Elly, so alike that we could be sisters, re-infusing their lives with lust and joy.

I thought of my cat Bitsy, who used to fall asleep in my lap. When a cat dozes off in your lap, she’s showing you that she has complete trust in you, and for a cat that’s the ultimate honor she can pay you. And Elly was showing me that honor as I held and caressed her sleeping body, and I prayed I would be worthy of that honor.

And I thought of Jeff, what he and Elly might have meant to each other when Jeff was growing up. I knew that boys developed crushes on young ladies, but I was sure that Elly would never respond in kind. But what would she think of him now, a handsome young man who was intelligent and caring and pretty damned good in bed? If she was like me, she would no sooner see that cock than want it inside her, flooding her with his seed.

Would I be jealous? Hell, no. Instead, I was glowing with the prospect of being able to share my love for these two extraordinarily special people in my life. My lovers who love each other as I love them.

And I thought about Elly, my sister-soul, and how astonishingly lucky I was to have found her. How many people go through lives looking for someone who reflects their soul, their very self, back to them? I knew enough about life to know how rare they are, and how they don’t even have to be lovers to have that rapport. It goes deeper than love, deeper than even friendship. And tonight that person just fell into my lap.

We all reconvened in the kitchen the next morning. Elly and I were awakened by the smell of coffee brewing and bacon frying. We smiled and kissed, and then got up and walked into the kitchen arm in arm. The expression on our faces told the whole story to Paul and Sara. Their own faces lit up.

“I see you two hit it off,” Paul said. “We were so worried about that.”

“You were,” said Sara. “Not me. I knew these were two of a kind from the instant I met Emily.”

“I trust you two had a pleasant evening, too,” Elly said with great courtesy and an impish wink.

“I sure did,” Paul said. “To make love to three different women in one day, and to have them be the three most wonderful women in the world… you can’t beat that.”

“Consider it our present to you,” Sara said. “You deserve it. And you two …” she waved toward us …”you deserve each other. I’m so happy that we brought you together. That was the high point of my day, when I did that.”

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