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My momma knew real early on that I was going to be a lot more than she could handle. Her solution was to ship me off to an all-girls boarding school- as if nothing bad could ever happen THERE…

I thrived there in so many ways, and by the time I had graduated and was going through my choices of colleges, I figured I already had myself a degree-level education in eating pussy and riding cock.

My first two years of college had their share of adventures, but in my junior year I found a soulmate in my new roommate, and things really took off. Charley had never so much as sniffed a wet cunt before I met her, but she brought me off like nobody else ever had the very first night we roomed together. We were lascivious, voracious and inexhaustible- we habitually shared any and all of our conquests we could drag back to the room- male, female or somewhere in between, and, with one memorable exception, always to the delight of the lucky third party. If I had been a master at cock-sucking before, Charley’s patient tutelage brought me to the level of artistry.

We both hated labels- especially when applied to us- and decided that we weren’t hetero, lesbian or bi-sexual: we were simply purely sexual.

At the end of our junior year, her family invited me to accompany them on a summer trip to Orlando- a celebration of her younger brother Robbie’s graduation from High School, and I eagerly accepted.

We stayed at a semi-luxury resort hotel just outside of Mouseland, with non-stop shuttles running to and from the various theme-parks and attractions in the area. Her family had 2 separate suites, each with a pair of king-sized beds, joined by a center common area with a pull-out sofa, which is where Charley and I were designated to sleep. Her extended family consisted of an older sister and her husband, who had a couple of roughly 10 year old kids that worshipped both Charley and Robbie, and by extension me.

Robbie and his high-school buddy Tony also stayed with them in suite to the right of the common area. In the left-hand suite, Charley’s mom and step-father Bill shared a room with Bill’s brother Todd and his wife Gina, along with a couple of Gina’s kids from a previous marriage- a pair of spoiled rotten young pre-teen monsters.

So the sleeping arrangements were pretty tight.

Charley could tell right away that I was sizing Todd up. He was quite a few years younger than his brother- Charley’s step-dad was going to celebrate his 49th birthday during the trip- and Todd had a sort of rugged masculine quality to him. He had a certain mischievous twinkle in his eye when we were introduced that made me purr. For some reason the fact that I instantly disliked his wife Tina- which was certainly a shared response- only made me take another long glance at him.

“If you just have to fuck Todd, at least try and keep it on the down-low, huh?” Charley whispered to me a little while later- proof positive that we were always on the same wavelength, and I giggled. I figured Todd to be mid-to late 3o’s or so- nearly twice my age. He was pretty well-kept though, and funny and charming no matter if he was talking to the hotel staff in the lobby or the kids. I had dabbled with older men- and women- a time or two, and they had their uses, but as a rule I generally preferred younger, more energetic lovers.

The first few days of the trip everyone was sort of going their own ways, doing the theme park thing, and even though there were all kinds of beautiful people all about, Charley’s mom usually had us scheduled to meet somewhere or watch the kids, or something, so to our mutual amazement we weren’t able to get laid. Other than a few quick kisses, ass-pats and the occasional subtle grope with fellow tourists, we didn’t get to do more than flirt and tease a little, exchanging a few phone numbers but bringing nothing to a conclusion. So by the fourth day Charley and I decided we would circle back to the hotel early in the day and pick up something to fuck around the hotel if we could. At the very least we could get more done than just the quiet stroking of each other we were limited to on the sofa bed.

We hit the hotel pool in our bikinis and to our dismay found Robbie and Tony there. “What the fuck?” Charley asked her little brother. “How come you two aren’t out chasing down some pussy?”

Her erenköy escort brother’s jaw dropped to the ground, but his friend Tony just grinned. “Maybe that’s exactly what we’re doing.” He said smugly as his eyes travelled up and down our bodies.

Charley glanced at me briefly and we knew exactly what each other was thinking. “So Robbie,” she asked. “Have you ever been with a girl before?”

He flushed. He shared her shock of honey-blonde hair and light brown, almost golden eyes, and had the body of an athlete. He recovered quickly and angrily said. “C’mon, Sis- I’m eighteen years old. You had fucked half the football team by this age.”

She laughed. “Only the ones I wanted. I liked the baseball team better,” She stepped close in to Tony and dragged a slow finger down his muscled chest. His confident grin grew, and she winked at me.

I moved in to wrap my arms around Robbie’s neck. I stared deeply into those almost familiar eyes as I slipped an ankle around his right calf, rubbing lightly. “Well, I think we have the makings of a decent morning ahead of us. What do you all think?”

Within seconds we were heading for the hotel room. By unspoken agreement Robbie and I headed towards the left-hand room while Charley and Tony went into the other. I wondered idly how far Charley was going to be willing to take this: I didn’t have any siblings of my own, but thought that if I had one as hot as Robbie was I’d probably be eager to fuck him- but for the first time since I met her I wasn’t sure.

But just the notion of watching her with her brother was enough to make me leave our door open. I was a slightly disappointed to note that the opposite door was closed, though.

I pushed Robbie over to the bed near the window and expertly yanked down his swimsuit in one motion. Like a typical eighteen year old boys in my experience, his cock was nearly always at least semi-hard, and it bounced seductively

“Hey!” He began, and I clamped my mouth over his as I took his shaft in my hand, my other hand tracing a path up his lightly furred stomach up toward his delicious pecs. He was fully hard in seconds, and I shoved him back to a sitting position on the bed, sliding to my knees.

He had a nice cock with a very definite right-hand bend in it. I slipped it into my warm mouth and he groaned. I rammed my head back and forth, taking him balls-deep, and on my third stroke he made a half-choking sound and spurted deep into my throat. I had half-expected this technique to have this effect on a youngster, and when he started to protest in something like embarrassment I lifted a finger up to his lips to silence him, never taking my mouth off his meat as I sucked him dry.

I chuckled as I finally pulled my lips off his pole, having worked him clean: the best thing about 18 year olds was that they got hard again so fast it hardly mattered, and he was already stiffening again. I stood up and pulled his head to my chest. He took the hint and slipped my bikini top off and began paying homage to my left tit.

Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening froze us in our tracks. We stared at each other in horror, and then both dove simultaneously for the far side of the bed. There were only a couple of feet between the edge of the bed and the window and air conditioner unit, so we were piled on top of each other. The shades were drawn all the way against the bright Florida sun, and we hadn’t turned on a single light, so we were in a very dark corner of the room.

The beds were made, so it wasn’t room service. I poked my head up over the edge of the bed, and saw that it was Todd. He paused to turn on the TV in the common room, setting it to ESPN, then entered the room Robbie and I were in, peeling off his shirt as he entered. He turned left towards the bathroom and slid his shorts off. I gasped as I caught just a glimpse of a long, thick cylinder of meat dangling down, then he was around the corner and the shower started up.

“Who is it?” Robbie hissed. He was trapped beneath me and seemingly too afraid to stick his head up- probably for fear of seeing his mother standing there, I figured.

The front door opened again- I realized that Todd had left it unlocked with the night-latch blocking it from closing all the way. I could esenyalı escort see through the wedge of the door that a tall late-middle aged platinum blonde entered somewhat timidly, looking around carefully. She apparently heard the shower going and a wide smile crossed her face. She was dressed in a yellow and white sundress, and she reached up to untie it as she padded into our room headed for the shower. Her massive tits sprang free just as she rounded the corner: store-bought, I thought immediately- they were far too perfect and upright even for a young woman. I wasn’t philosophically opposed to plastic surgery, and she obviously paid a lot of attention to keeping the rest of her body looking young, so more power to her, I figured.

Robbie was struggling to get up, but after only a moments hesitation I pushed him back down with a shush. I wondered if Charley was even aware other people had come in, but I figured it was just another thing, and could get really good.

I heard low laughter coming from the direction of the shower, and I quickly half rose. “Lay down.” I hissed to Robbie.

“What? We have to get out of here- what if we get found out?”

“This might be your only chance to get laid, knuckle-head.” I pointed out as I reached down to twist at his cock. That won the argument hands down.

He was rock-hard in seconds, and I squatted down over him and mounted him, facing away from him so I could have a better view of the rest of the room. He moaned- I was wetter than hell and sank down to the root in one easy slide. I held him there and keggled for a second, then slowly rose up off him. I was grateful that he had just come- this fuck would last.

I began a nice languorous pace- ignoring Robbie’s efforts to speed it up. I saw Charley and Tony sneak out quietly- she threw a glance our way but I was sure she couldn’t see me in the dark.

As we fucked, I reached out and gathered my purse close. I had to keep reminding Robbie to be quiet, then the shower stopped, and I heard the woman speak in a deep, throaty voice. They dried off for a moment, then she came leading him out with a hand around a hard on so huge that I felt myself flutter around Robbie’s own length.

I had made my preparations, and my phone was recording the whole scene, the light from its back screen carefully covered by a fold in the sheets. Todd’s cock was truly massive, like something out of a porno movie. The woman pushed him to a seat on the other bed much like I had just done for Robbie a few minutes before. I thought “wtf- they aint going to fuck?” Had Todd already worn out her pussy in such a short time or something? Why in world would she not want to ride that monster?

But for whatever reason, she instead knelt between his legs and brought that tool to her mouth. And she wasn’t even much of a man-eater, I judged: she could only barely handle the huge knob of his cock, and as a maestro I was almost offended that she had the gall to bob back and forth on it like she was deep-throating him or something. But her hand was furiously pumping up and down the shaft, and that had to be better than a kick in the face. I watched Todd’s face- he seemed to share my lack of awe, but seemed appreciative of her efforts. I reflected that maybe he had become been used to such sub-standard treatment- I wondered if a lot of women were intimidated by that thing between his legs or something…

As for me, it just made me that much hornier. I began grinding hard down on Robbie, in circular and figure-eight patterns, using all my favorite belly-dancer moves and milking at his pole with my cunt muscles. I thought this varied attack might drive him over the edge, but was pleasantly surprised to find that he stuck a wet finger up against my tight asshole. I rewarded his initiative and stamina by reaching down and cupping his balls, and he worked his way inside me as I began gently kneading his nutsack.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” I thought as he began thrusting in and out of my ass, but my eyes were drawn again over to Todd as he stood up and moved the woman to lie back on the bed. He darted over to the counter by the sink quickly and then poured some sort of lotion onto her tits, throwing the bottle to the side and lubing up her mounds before dragos escort straddling her torso. She squeezed her massive orbs together to accommodate him, and he began pumping. For the first time I was a little jealous of those melons: my tits weren’t quite big enough to give a first rate tit-fuck. I felt a little better as I was again able to critique the blonde- on the upstroke, Todd’s knob easily came into reach of her mouth, and she could have added to his pleasure, but instead she ignored it, throwing her head back and forth in what I judged was false ecstasy instead.

Before too long Todd spewed all over the blondes tits and face, and it was enough to make me cum as well, one of those beautiful ten-second orgasms that make life worth living. Robbie felt it and responded, pumping upwards furiously into me with his cock and simultaneously working a second finger into my asshole

I kept it quiet somehow throughought it, silently riding Robbie as Todd toweled off the woman in a gentlemanly manner, his softening cock glistening and bobbing enticingly with his every motion.

They said something too low for me to catch, then she quickly donned her sundress, kissed him briefly and headed out the door. Todd shrugged and headed back into the shower, and I thought he was probably less than fully thrilled by the encounter. “I would do you much better than that tramp.” I promised him silently. I was half-way ready to dismount from Robbie and head into the shower right there, but a burst of common sense stopped me: that probably wouldn’t go so well. Besides, I had a plan to get me some of that.

Todd’s shower was very brief, and he came out fully clothed and left the room immediately. I leapt up off of Robbie and onto the bed, spreading my legs wide.

“Get up here, stud!” I said. “You deserve a reward!”

I meant for him to plunge his cock inside me, but was surprised to find that he dove eagerly face-first towards my pussy. He was pretty good- alternating between worshiping my clit, laving my cunt lips and lapping at my gash. Not in his sisters class, I judged, but then very few were. I grabbed his shoulder and pulled, and was again pleasantly surprised to find that he knew what I meant, and he twisted his body up into a 69 position. Maybe there was a little of that shared wavelength thing that I had going on with Charley here…

I love 69- with either a male or female, it’s my very favorite thing. I prefer it leisurely and slow, but it suddenly occurred to me that we probably ought to make this quick- we were already pushing our luck being in the family rooms so long.

So I gobbled him up and began humming some old Donna Summers stuff that I had discovered on U-tube, and made my own digital explorations of his ass hole, and soon enough I was rewarded with a quickening and tensing that I recognized as the signs of an imminent explosion.

I pulled off his cock quickly. “Come in my pussy, Robbie.” I panted.

He obliging removed himself and his cock was almost instantly deep inside me. Within a few quick thrusts, he was shooting jet after jet of hot jizm deep inside me, and I came yet again.

He shuddered as he collapsed on top of me, and I reached up to kiss him deeply. “We’ll have to do this again real soon.” I whispered huskily. “But right now we better get the hell out of here.”

We went out to the pool again, to find Charley and Tony nervously waiting for us. “Did you get busted?” Tony blurted, but Charley could see from my smile that things had progressed nicely.

As the boys dove into the water to cool off, we set on the side of the pool, legs dangling in the water. “So?” Charley asked.

I smiled. “Your little bro has a whole ton of potential.” I noted. “How was Tony?”

She grinned back. “He has a great cock. A little short, but nice and fat. We had hardly started fucking when someone came in, so I had to finish him off with a quick blow job in the public restroom in the lobby. So who was it, and how did you not get caught?”

In answer, I pulled out my phone and showed her the video, and I could see it had the same effect on her as it had on me.

“You know, I have a twat-full of your brothers come inside me right now.” I mentioned casually. “Care to help a girl get cleaned out?”

I knew that look in her eyes, but I could see the dilemma too. She wasn’t past this whole incest thing yet, and I wasn’t ready to push it, so I dove into the water. I turned and splashed her playfully. “We’ll talk about this later.” I promised.

She laughed and dove in after me, seeking to dunk me. As we wrestled in the water, my mind was wrestling with my plans for the rest of the trip…

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Her lips opened and her tongue grazed mine while I pulled her even closer. I thought about how this woman’s touch ignites such raw passion in me as her tongue ran over my lower lip and she moaned. The music in the club was too loud for me to hear her moan, but I didn’t need to hear it. I could feel it. She sucked on my tongue for an instant and then I pulled my head back so that I could see her face. Her shoulder length reddish-brown hair framed her beautiful face and as she opened her eyes I saw exactly what I was looking for. Laura’s gaze bore into mine with raw lust, her blue eyes locked onto mine as she unleashed her devilish smile. I could feel myself growing hard just from the look on her face, and I thought about trying to control myself. But this was not the night for self-control. This would be a night of pure carnal decadence, as I could see from her eyes.

“Lets prowl,” she suggested, again flashing that naughty smile at me. I simply smiled at her, indicating my agreement.

She grabbed my hand and began to lead me out of the dark corner we had found, and back to the dance floor, where from a short distance, it seemed to be nothing more than an enormous pile of flesh, writhing in time with the heavy bass line of the music. The air had become a dusky mix of sweat, cologne, perfume, and lust. There was no doubt that sex was in the air. She led me into the crowd, and I watched her ass sway with every step, the short black skirt wrapped tantalizingly around her hips. I looked up to see both men and women devouring her body with hungry stares as she passed them.

When she found a large enough clearing on the dance floor, she stopped and turned to face me. Her hips began to sway with the music, and I watched the rythym of the music seep into her body, completely entranced by her delicious sexuality. I instinctually moved closer to her and began to match her rythym with my own. My hand slipped around her waist, and I pulled her in to me, as I felt the strong need to kiss her neck. She let my lips brush against the side of her neck before she pulled away, her smile now more teasing than devilish, as she could clearly feel how badly I wanted her. She slowly pulled out of my grasp, and her gaze fell upon a young woman dancing next to us. I watched Laura’s stare flow up and down over the woman’s body, lingering on the woman’s tanned hips, which were clearly visible between the short, tight t-shirt and tight shorts she was wearing. Laura bit her lower lip, her hunger growing.

As if on cue, the woman turned to face Laura, and became captivated by Laura’s hungry gaze, just as I had been a few moments earlier. After a few moments of unblinking eye contact between the two, Laura and the woman seemed to flow into each other, and all of a sudden their bodies were an inch apart, their eyes still locked on each other. Laura’s hands slipped around the woman’s waist, and the woman slid her leg between Laura’s. I was captivated by the sheer eroticy of the moment as the two women began to grind their bodies against each other. Laura took the woman by the hips and turned her so that she was facing me, with Laura behind her. Laura stared at me as her hands began to roam over the tanned, tight body of the woman. The woman also began to stare at me as she began to gasp softly at the hands now running over her stomach, her hips, the tops of her bare thighs. Laura smiled at me and the closed her eyes as she let her lips fall on the woman’s neck. The woman turned her head to the side to allow Laura unobstructed access to her neck . I saw the güzelce escort woman’s eyes close as Laura bit her neck softly. I moved closer, and in an instant Laura and I were sliding our bodies and hands all over this nubile young woman, much to her pleasure. We had become one writhing mass of lust and passion, and soon I found my lips on this young woman’s, then an instant later on Laura’s, and then I watched as the two women began to kiss each other, their mouths open and their tongues playfully and sensually sliding over each other.

As I reached a hand around the woman, it was then that I noticed a man dancing directly behind Laura. He was staring intently at the three of us. He was handsome and fit, his short dark hair styled over his tanned face. My eyes met his, and I motioned to Laura with a simple head gesture. In an instant he had his hands on her hips. It seemed that the raw lust that was overcoming us had become a sort of magnet to others. I noticed many others around us staring wantonly at this mass of now four people writhing together on the dance floor.

Laura turned her head to see who the newcomer was, and when her eyes met his, she smiled and they immediately began to kiss. There was no sort of restraint to their kiss, and their tongues were soon gliding over each other, clearly visible to anyone watching. I felt a hand brush against the front of my pants, and as I looked down, I saw Laura’s hand sliding down the woman’s crotch, rubbing her pussy through the tight white shorts she was wearing. I felt the woman sigh, her hot breath dancing across my chest. The woman and I began to kiss again, and I could feel her heart quicken as Laura continued to rub her pussy. Soon she was moaning loud enough for me to hear, and I felt her body stiffen and her breath draw in and I knew that waves of an orgasm were shooting through her. Moments after she came, she freed herself from our embrace, as if any more would be some sort of pleasure overload that she was unprepared for. She stood next to us, stunned for a moment, and then hurried off in the direction of the ladies’ room.

That left me, Laura, and the young man in the middle of the floor. Laura smiled, and took us both by the hand. As she led us out the door of the club, I knew what she wanted, and I knew that I wanted her to have it. As luck would have it, the young man was staying in a hotel not even half a block from the club, and we were at the door in a matter of seconds. Laura wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed passionately as the man fumbled with his room key. The door swung open and he ushered us in. Laura sat down on the bed, and the man and I quickly sat down on either side of her, our hands immediately roaming over her body. She softly moaned, and pulled the man to her in a lustful embrace. As I watched them kiss I felt a pang of jealousy rip through me. But the jealousy only seemed to heighten my desire, and I began to slide Laura’s shirt up as they kissed. They broke the kiss in order to let me take her shirt completely off, and I dropped it on the floor behind me as Laura turned to me and we began to kiss.

She broke the kiss with a sigh, and I looked down to see the man begin to slide her skirt off. Laura raised her hips to allow the skirt to slide off, and we both watched as the man dropped to his knees in front of her. I could see the excitement in his eyes as she parted her legs, revealing her smooth, hairless pussy to him. He planted a kiss on her knee, and then slid his tongue slowly büyükçekmece escort up her thigh. Her eyes closed and she arched her head back as his tongue slipped between her legs. I grabbed her by the back of her head and made her watch as his tongue ran up and down the lips of her pussy. Her hand quickly went to my lap, and she began to rub my cock through my pants as her heart began to race. I watched as he slid his tongue roughly over her clit, and she gasped. I bit her softly on the neck as I held her head in place, my hand tightly holding her hair. I licked the lobe of her ear and then began to whisper to her softly.

“You like watching him eat you, don’t you?”

She nodded, and I quickly and forcefully gave her hair a quick yank.

“Answer me, don’t just nod.” I ordered.

“Yes,” she gasped.

“You know that were both going to fuck you, don’t you.”

“Yes,” she half-moaned.

“I bet you cant wait to feel his cock inside you, can you my little slut?” I asked before I bit her neck a little harder. “You want to be our dirty little slut for the night, don’t you?”

“Oh god yes.” she was almost panting with desire now. “I want to be your dirty slut. Use me. Fuck me,” she pleaded.

I unbuttoned my pants and slid them off, then got on my knees beside her.

“Suck my cock. Show him how a good little slut sucks cock,” I demanded as I pulled her head to the side and shoved my hard cock into her mouth.

Laura attacked my cock with her mouth and tongue, her desire reaching a fevered pitch. Her head bobbed back and forth quickly, only pausing when she would take me in her hand and lick up and down my cock. The man had stopped eating her, and was watching her suck me. He quickly shed his clothes, and climbed onto his knees on the other side of her, presenting his cock to her. Still holding the back of her head by her hair, I pulled her off of my cock and pushed her head towards him. Without hesitation she enveloped his cock with her mouth, sucking it enthusiastically. He began to pinch and squeeze her nipples as I reached down and slid a finger into her pussy. Laura gets wet fairly easily, but I was a bit surprised by just how wet her pussy had become. She groaned around his cock at the attention we were paying to her body, and I gasped myself when she began to alternate between sucking each of our cocks. Her raw wanton lust was turning me on so much that it was hard to resist pulling my cock from her mouth and fucking her right then. My cock plopped out of her mouth and I could tell by the look on her face that she was completely lost in the moment. She slid back onto the bed and pulled the man down with her. Never letting go of his cock, she opened her legs wide and guided him into her dripping wet pussy. She gasped loudly and closed her eyes as he penetrated her. I could clearly see his cock slide into her, and his first few strokes were long and slow. She dug her nails into his back and he began to fuck her faster.

Watching him fuck her was incredibly exciting. I loved seeing my little slut being used by another man. I loved seeing her so completely give in to this lust.

I was ripped from my ponderings by her loud exclamation. “Oh Fuck I’m cummmiinnnnggg!” she yelled as her body tensed. He continued to drive his hard cock into her, and as she came I noticed his cock looking slicker each time he pulled it out of her. I lay back next to her, and she opened her eyes and looked at me. She pushed the man off of her, güzelyurt escort and got up onto her hands and knees. She looked straight into my eyes as she began to suck my cock again, and the man moved into position behind her. She moaned around my cock as he entered her. He gripped her ass tightly as he began to drive into her. She let out a sigh each time he went deep into her, and she stopped concentrating on my cock as he fucked her., simply letting my cock rest in her mouth.

I quickly grabbed her by the throat and made her look into my eyes. “What’s the matter, slut? Can’t think straight with two cocks in you? “ She began to whimper “I’m sorry” as I pulled my cock from her mouth, but was cut off as I began to smack the side of her face with my dick. I tightened my grip around her throat and she gasped loudly, her submission clearly exciting her even more.

“You love this, don’t you, slut?” I asked.

“Uh-huh,” she responded between gasps.

“And I know you’re going to love the both of us fucking you at the same time, aren’t you?” I asked with a dirty smile.

“Oh god yes!” she moaned. “I want both of you inside me!”

I slapped the side of her face. “Don’t you fucking tell me what you want!” I yelled at her through clenched teeth. “We’re gonna use you any way we want. Do you understand? You’re our whore tonight.”

Laura began to whimper as the unadulterated heat of lust coursed through her entire body. The way I was talking to her was clearly exciting the man as well, as he now had a finger buried in her ass while he fucked her even faster.

“You want her ass? Because I want some of that pussy,” I told the man. He nodded quickly, a smile on his lips as he pulled out of her.

I lay down on the bed next to her, and as soon as he had pulled his cock all the way out of her pussy she quickly crawled on top of me. It almost hurt her to be without a cock in her somewhere. She no longer wanted to be fucked. She needed it. She grabbed my cock in her hand and drove her pussy down on it. Then she turned he head to look at the man, pushing her ass slightly towards him in an invitation. I felt his thighs resting on mine as he placed the head of his cock at her ass. As she relaxed and he slid into her, I could feel every inch of his cock as he buried himself deeper and deeper into her. We began to fuck her slowly, and she began to shake uncontrollably, the pleasure coursing through her as if her blood were on fire. As the pace quickened, Laura began to moan loudly. A string of expletives ran from her mouth as the pure lust and passion of the moment carried her away. The man grabbed her throat from behind, and began to first lick, and the bite her neck as he pulled her head back towards him. Impaled on our cocks as we fucked her, I felt the temperature inside her pussy rise, and knew that another orgasm was upon her. She screamed as she came, and the man fucked her ass roughly while she did. Her cum began to drip down my thighs, and I felt my own orgasm rapidly approaching.

“Im gonna cum too baby,”the man whispered into her ear.

“Me too!” I blurted, no longer to control the pleasure. I pushed her off of me, and the man and I took up positions on either side of her face. We stroked our cocks over her as she lay on her back, and in an instant both the man and I were dumping cum all over her flushed little face. She even seemed to cum again simply from the pure naughtiness of the moment.

After I had finished cumming, I collapsed onto the bed next to her. The last thing I remembered before drifting into sleep was the feeling of her arms wrapping around me in a blissful embrace.

I woke at some point in the middle of the night with a bit of a start because of some commotion. When I opened my eyes I was greeted by the sight of Laura’s legs on the man’s shoulders while he fucked her. I smiled, knowing that this was only the beginning.

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It was a cold afternoon on the 21st of December, and Anna was visiting home for the holidays. Another year or two and she’d be finished college, so she could move on to a bigger city and spend the holidays shopping and going to lavish parties, instead of sitting around her parents’ house, wasting time online while waiting for her friends to get off work. She was especially missing her older sister, who was spending the holidays with her husband’s family at the other side of the country.

“Hi sweetheart, can I borrow your computer for a few minutes?” Anna’s grandfather came into the lounge room and pointed a chubby old finger at her MacBook. “I need to check my emails.”

“Um, okay, sure.” Fuck, she couldn’t wait for the holidays to be over. With Stacey away, Anna’s parents had offered to put Grandpa up in her room for the holidays. And as nice as Grandpa was, having him staying in the house was starting to get old. He was always hanging around, just kind of getting in the way of whatever Anna was trying to do. Oh well, he’d be gone by New Year’s Day.

She minimised the browser window, where she was currently chatting with her girls group. Jane had just asked the group “Who’s the grossest or weirdest guy you’d bang?” Anna passed him the laptop and picked up her phone to continue the chat. She typed the first name that came to mind, someone she’d had a crush on for most of her life. “Santa can fucking get it lol” she typed and sent, a mischievous smile spreading on her face.

“omg Anna you’re gross,” came the first reply from Sarah. As usual, Jane was more supportive: “lmao well we know he’d be a generous lover at least”

Anna replied. “lol I’m glad someone agrees. I’ve wanted to ride his North Pole for years now,” she confessed. It was only a little weird she was having this conversation while her grandpa was still in the room. But what he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.

A few minutes later, he passed the laptop back to Anna. “Thanks for that, darling. Think I might go find your father and see if he can take me downtown to do some last minute shopping.”

“Okay, no worries, Grandpa,” Anna half-replied, still trying to think of some Christmas-related sex puns to gross out Sarah. After all, grossing out their conservative friend was the reason Jane and Anna had set up the chat in the first place. Still, it was good to see Grandpa taking more of an interest in life again. This would be his second Christmas without Grandma, and it seemed that her parents hosting him for Christmas had done him the world of good.

Three nights later, it was Christmas Eve. Sometime around 2am, Anna was woken up when she heard footsteps shuffling in her bedroom. She was about ready to scream and turn on the light before she heard a deep, reassuring voice. “Sssh, it’s okay, Anna.”

Still groggy and waiting for her eyes to adjust to the dark, Anna could only make out a vague shadow in her room. “Wha- Who’s there?” Anna sat up in her bed.

“Ho ho ho, you don’t recognize me?” the big man chuckled.

“…Santa? No way. Whoever you are, get out, before I scream.”

“What’s the matter, Anna? I thought a midnight visit from ol’ Saint Nick was right at the top of your list this year.”

“Um, but Santa isn’t real, so…” Her eyes were adjusting, and the moon had come out behind a cloud. She could see now that the man intruding in her bedroom certainly looked the part. He was wearing the traditional red cap with white trim and pom-pom, a wooly red coat with white trim to match the hat, and a big thick black belt with a golden buckle that glinted in the dim moonlight. His pants were red velvet with the white trim, and his large black boots were shiny and polished. He was wearing a pair of reading glasses halfway down his nose. His beard and his hair were white, thick, and long. He looked old, but not senile, and his smile was kind. He was rather large, and his stomach stuck out from his torso. As she gazed upon Santa, Anna was starting to find him sexy, and felt herself getting warm between her legs. God damn this fetish of hers.

“Wait just a minute. Who told you such a thing? Santa doesn’t exist, indeed! They’re going on my naughty list right away!” He was now standing over her bed, looking down at the adorable young woman. “Although you’ve been a bit of a naughty girl yourself, haven’t you?”

“What the fuck-“

“Apart from such foul language from such a pretty little mouth, I recall a certain young lady expressing interest in Santa Claus ‘stuffing her stocking’, and I thought I’d help make her Christmas wish come true,” Santa told her. He sat down on the bed next to Anna. “Or at the very least, you can sit on my lap. Ho ho ho!”

Anna was regretting the four glasses of wine she’d had with dinner, because despite her brain telling her to scream and run, her body was telling her to get ready for a different kind of sleigh ride. And honestly, when you’ve been drinking, when do you listen to the sensible part şişli escort of your brain?

“Okay…So…Santa’s real, and he wants to fuck me?”

“Well, I know you certainly want to fuck Santa,” he replied.

Anna couldn’t lie – not to Santa, of all people. “I can’t rely deny that, Santa…” She unbuttoned her flannel top, her nipples immediately hard in the cold winter’s night. She slipped her pyjama top off her arms and let it fall to the floor bedside her bed. Against all logic and common sense, the 22 year old girl was now topless in front of Father Christmas himself…and she was incredibly turned on. She watched Santa as he peered over the top of his small round reading glasses and stared at her modest B cup breasts with lust. A smile grew beneath his long, thick white beard.

He reached out with both hands, covered in black gloves, and caressed Anna’s perky little tits. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she arched her back in response to his gloves’ leathery touch. He delicately squeezed her breasts, running his thumbs in circles around her areola and erect nipples.

“Oh Santa,” she moaned.

Santa let go of her left breast and raised a finger to her lips. “Shhhh, your family are all very light sleepers; you wouldn’t want to wake them, would you?”

Anna shook her head. “No, Santa. I’ll be good.” Anna suddenly felt compelled to take care of Santa, and was eager to show him just how good a girl she could be.

She slid out of bed, grabbed her pillow, and placed it at Santa’s feet. He knew where this was going; he spread his legs to make way for the eager young girl to kneel before him. Anna dropped to her knees, and reached for Santa’s fly. She could feel his hardness through his thick velvet pants. She hoped Santa appreciated her nail polish, which alternated red and green on each finger. She gently rubbed Santa’s hard cock through his pants for a few seconds, then started unzipping the fly.

Santa, it turned out, wasn’t wearing any underwear. His hard cock sprung out of the fly, standing proudly out from the red pants. It was about 5 or 6 inches, but quite thick. His circumcized cock was moist with precum. Anna put a hand on each of Santa’s hips, opened her smiling mouth, and swallowed Santa’s cock whole. She savored the taste of his dick – the salty-but-sweet precum, the warm flesh, and the slightly musty, sweaty taste that came from all the hard work he’d been doing all evening. Santa moaned softly in approval. Anna responded in kind, then started sliding her lips up and down Santa’s cock.

“That’s a very good girl,” Santa encouraged.

Anna sucked and slid all up and down Santa’s hard, thick cock, never once releasing it from her lips. Saliva and precum mixed and built up in her mouth, and she swallowed it, almost intoxicated by the taste and smell of Santa’s ancient hard dick. He ran his gloved fingers through her hair. She could keep this up until dawn.

After a couple minutes of blowing Saint Nicholas, he reluctantly spoke. “Okay, that’s enough now, Anna. You know I don’t like it when people get their gifts too early.”

Anna let go of his dick. “I hope it was good, Santa?”

“Oh, it was very good. Mrs. Claus has nothing on you, Anna Clarke.” He caressed her cheek briefly. “Now, how ’bout you sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you really want for Christmas?”

Anna dutifully stood up and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her flannel pants. She slid them down her slender legs, letting them fall to the floor in a heap around her feet, which, like her fingernails, had alternating red and green nail polish. She now stood before Santa in nothing but her candy cane pattern panties. Even in the dim moonlight, the damp patch in the crotch was obvious.

She leaned forward and felt his gaze on her perky little tits, and smiled. She whispered into his ear. “I want Santa to take my panties off. And I want to sit on his face until I cum. Then I want him to fuck me with that thick, hard cock, until he cums inside me. I want to be so full of Santa’s warm eggnog that it leaks out of me all day.” She kissed him deeply. His beard was softer than she was expecting, and his breath tasted sweet, like cookies. She offered him her tongue, and he accepted it, sucking her deep into his mouth. Together, Anna and Santa moaned with pleasure.

Santa reached forward and squeezed Anna’s ass enthusiastically for a few moments, then slid her panties down her slim legs. She put her hands on Santa’s shoulders and pushed him gently down onto the bed, never breaking their kiss. When he was lying down and she was lying on top of him, Santa felt so tempted to just fuck then and there – slide his hard cock into her wet and eager little pussy. But she’d told Santa what she wanted, in explicit detail, and he was determined to give her what she wanted for Christmas. It was his job, after all. So he resisted, and continued to make out tuzla escort with the beautiful young woman on top of him.

A few minutes passed, then Anna broke the kiss. She stood up again, and let Santa take in the sight of her fully nude body. “But you’ve seen this all before; right, Santa? You know when I’m sleeping, and you know when I’m awake, so you must know when I’m clothed, and when I’m naked.”

Santa chuckled. “Yes, but it’s always so much better in person.” He studied Anna’s naked body. He savored the look of her pale skin and her blond hair in the cold moonlight. Her sweet face, with her little freckles and her green eyes that sparkled, and that lustful, mischievous smile. Her perky little B cups and their rock-hard nipples. Her slender torso and effortlessly flat stomach, which she inherited from her mother’s side of the family. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair, which was several shades darker than the hair on her head. Her wide hips, which she inherited from her father’s side of the family. Anna Clarke’s body was stunning, and she was starting to realize it…and share it with boys. But tonight, she was all his.

She approached the bed again and straddled Santa’s big, round body. She crawled up his torso and positioned her pussy above his mouth. She smiled down at him and instructed, “Eat me, Santa. Eat my pussy like I’ve wanted you to for fucking years.”

Santa granted her wish. He held onto her hips and raised his head to meet her pussy. He licked up and down her wet opening for a couple laps, then focused all his energy on her clit. She bit her bottom lip to stifle the moans. His tongue flicked her clit back and forth, over and over, slowly building momentum. She reached down and grabbed his hat, keeping him in place.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered, still careful not to wake up her family. “Ohh, that’s so fucking good, Santa.”

Santa grinned, and kept up the pace. Gradually picking up in speed, bringing her closer and closer to cumming. Less than a minute later, she started to pant breathlessly. “Oh fuck, oh Santa,” she whispered on a loop. Santa licked and licked her tasty little clit and gripped her hips tightly.

Anna bit her lip again, and felt her body convulse with ecstasy as Santa brought her to orgasm. She arched her back and quivered atop Santa’s face. Despite the cold night, her face felt flushed and red. Santa slowed his clit licking to a stop while he waited for Anna to catch her breath.

“Oh my god, I can’t remember the last time I came like that,” she confessed, then swung a leg over and sat on the bed, looking down at Santa.

“Santa loves to give,” the jolly old fat man replied with a chuckle. “Now are you ready for your big present, Anna?”

“Yes please, Santa!” She hopped off the bed again and offered her hands to help Santa sit up. “I wanna ride that thick north pole until I’m full of Santa’s Christmas cheer.”

Santa took her hands and sat back up at the edge of her bed, his thick cock still hard and wet, anxiously awaiting her tight, young pussy. She approached the bed and straddled his legs, positioning herself above Santa’s dick. She held onto his shoulders as she lowered herself onto his warm, hard cock. He grabbed her hips and felt his cock part her lips and slip right inside her opening. They both moaned quietly as she slid all the way down. They kissed, tongues sliding in and out of each other’s mouths. She tasted her own juices, still wet on Santa’s soft, thick beard. She wrapped her arms around his body, and started riding him, bouncing up and down on his thick, hard, ancient cock.

As they fucked, Santa broke the kiss and started sucking on Anna’s breasts, taking her hard nipples into his warm, wet mouth. She whispered to him, “Oooh, fuck me, Santa! I’ve been such a naughty girl, thinking about sucking your big candy cane. I’ve wanted this for so long, Mr. Claus.”

One of Santa’s gloved hands let go of her hip and moved around to the front of her body. He found her clit easily and started rubbing it. At first, it was almost too much for Anna and she let out a squeal. Santa rubbed softer, and she relaxed again.

“Just like that, Santa baby,” she cooed as she rode his fat old body.

Mouth still full of Anna’s breast, Santa just smiled. He kept rubbing her clit while they fucked, eager to bring her to orgasm once again.

“Fuck me, Santa, make me cum,” Anna encouraged. “Feels so good with you going up and down inside my chimney.” She’d often fantasized about this moment, thinking of all the dirty Christmas puns she could make while Santa was inside her.

Less than a minute later, Anna told Santa she was close. He rubbed her clit harder and faster now, thumb sliding back and forth as fast as his fat old fingers would go. “Cum for Santa now, Anna. Show me you’ve liked this sleigh ride, and I’ll fill your stocking with my Christmas cheer,” Santa encouraged.

“Oh fuck oh fuck pendik escort oh fuck I’m cumming!” Anna cried. Santa felt her pussy clench tight around his cock as she came, whole body shuddering, writhing on his cock with mindless delight.

It was too much for Santa; he’d done all he could to hold on this long. He felt the pressure building up inside his cock and knew he was seconds away. “Ooh Anna, I’m gonna cum,” he whispered.

“Cum inside me,” she begged. “Fuck me, Santa, fill me up,” she panted, still bouncing on his cock and squeezing it as hard as she could.

Santa grunted and groaned as his cock exploded, shooting load after load of his warm and sticky cum inside her fertile young pussy. His whole body shuddered as his thick, old cock shot out years of pent up cum. Anna, determined to give Santa the best orgasm she could, kept riding him, grinding her hips, squeezing him inside her.

“Empty that big old sack, Santa, baby,” she whispered, relishing the feeling of his thick cock pulsating, throbbing inside her as he shot his still-potent sperm inside her. “Ooh, fucking fill me up.”

After almost a minute of non-stop ejaculating, Santa was finally done. He collapsed backwards on the bed, exhausted and breathing heavily. Anna, with Santa’s cock still inside her, leaned forward and lay on top of his round body. She kissed him deeply on the mouth. He hugged her tight and returned the kiss.

Santa’s cock started to soften, and eventually fell out of Anna’s pussy. A flood of cum spilled out of her and onto his pants. Shortly afterwards, Santa broke the kiss and informed her, “As much as I’d like to stay, I’ve got to keep on working. I’ve still got lots of presents to give to all the other good girls and boys.”

“Mmmm, but I bet none of the gifts are as special as the one I just got,” Anna smiled as she climbed off his fat, old body.

“Ho, ho ho, I suppose not.” He sat up, tucked his now-soft cock back inside his pants, and zipped up his fly. “Now, sleep well, young one. And have a merry Christmas Day.” He tucked her into bed and silently left her room as she drifted back to sleep.

The next morning, Anna woke, fully nude, and with dried cum all around her vagina. Okay, so it definitely wasn’t an incredibly vivid dream. She cleaned herself up a little, put her pyjamas back on, and headed downstairs, where her parents and grandfather were already in the lounge room. “Morning, everyone. Merry Christmas,” she said, cheerfully. Anna sat next to her grandfather on the lounge.

Her parents distributed the gifts, making small talk. It was very low-key, but nice. Anna got some fairly expensive art supplies from her parents, and an iTunes gift card from her Grandpa. She’d given her Dad yet another book about World War II, and gave her Mom a cosmetic gift set. She’d panicked when thinking of a gift for Grandpa, so he ended up with some kind of fancy hot chocolate mix.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to get you,” she confessed.

“That’s okay, darling, I’m sure it’ll be delicious,” the kind old man reassured her.

Anna’s Dad suddenly remembered something. “Hey Dad, weren’t you going to wear that fancy new Santa outfit this morning?”

Anna was glad she was sitting down. At the back of her mind, the possibility that it was Grandpa last night had occurred to her, of course. But in the cold light of day, the reality felt a lot different to the suggestion.

“I tried it on, but it didn’t fit right, or something,” Grandpa replied. “Actually, I think it might’ve had a stain on it somehow.”

“Well, that’s a shame,” Dad replied. “I know how much you were looking forward to showing it to Anna and everything.”

“I just knew how much you like Santa, so I thought it’d be nice to surprise you,” he teased. “But Santa’s already cum and gone, so it’d be silly to wear it after Christmas morning, wouldn’t it?”

The shock hadn’t quite worn off, but Anna did her best to regain her composure. “Oh, well I appreciate the thought, Grandpa. I’m sure you would’ve looked wonderful as Santa!” Her mind raced with all kinds of thoughts. Before she knew it, she was saying one of them out loud. “Maybe after lunch, you can show me what it looks like. Who says Santa only cums once a year?” She gave her grandfather a smile. The same naughty, lustful smile he’d seen in the moonlit bedroom last night.

“That sounds like a great idea, honey,” Anna’s Dad agreed. “While your mother and I are tidying up after lunch, I think it’d be really nice for you to spend some time with your Grandpa.”

“It’s the least I can do to to make up for the crappy gift I got you,” she said to Grandpa.

Anna’s mother smiled. “I’m sorry to get all sappy, but I just love how Christmas brings families together.”

That afternoon, after lunch, Anna asked her Grandpa, “How did you know? About my …love for Santa?”

He finally explained about seeing the girls chat, and being inspired to make this Christmas one to remember. Shortly after that, the pair were once again brought together by their Christmas spirit. In Grandpa’s eyes, she’d more than made up for the disappointing gift of the drinking chocolate.

The next year, Anna and Grandpa received their Christmas gift two months early when Anna gave birth to a healthy baby girl – Holly.

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Teil 3

Aller Anfang ist schwer

Ich gehe auf wackligen Beinen in meine Wohnung. Nachdem ich die Tür geschlossen habe, bleibe ich erstmal hinter der Tür stehen. Ich zitter am ganzen Körper, mein Puls rast, ich muss erstmal zu mir kommen. Ich lehne mit dem Rücken und geschlossenen Augen an der Tür und atme schwer. Was war das? Ich kann es immer noch nicht realisieren was gerade passiert ist. Ich habe es zugelassen, das sie mir den Hintern versohlt. Mit einem Kochlöffel. Wie hart und fest sie zugeschlagen hat. Nur weil ich mich ein wenig gewichst hatte. Sie hat doch gesehen wie schmerzvoll es war, ich habe sogar geweint. Aber sie hat trotzdem weiter zugeschlagen. Ich bin noch nie so gedemütigt worden. Mein Hintern brennt immer noch. Was hat sie gesagt, ” ich bin Stolz auf dich”. Ich verstehe es nicht, wieso Stolz? Und dann dieser Käfig. Ich schaue an mir hinab, sehe ihn, und fasse ihn an, versuche ihn auszuziehen. Keine Chance. Ich kann ihn nicht entfernen. Der Ring umschließt eng meinen Hoden und Schwanz, und durch das Schloss ist der Käfig, der über meinem Schwanz sitzt, fest mit dem Ring verbunden. Ohne Schlüssel werde ich den Käfig nicht los, und den Schlüssel hat Manuela.

Ich stehe da und bin total aufgeregt…. und verzweifelt.

Ich stehe minutenlang einfach nur da, unfähig mich zu bewegen. Mein Puls beruhigt sich aber und bald kann ich auch wieder etwas klarer denken. Mir fallen plötzlich Filmszenen aus alten Filmen ein, Filme aus dem alten Rom, mit Sklaven. Die wurden auch geschlagen, sogar ausgepeitscht. Sie waren ohne Rechte, Eigentum ihrer Herren und Herrinnen. Bin ich jetzt das Eigentum von Manuela? Was hat sie gesagt, ich wüsste nicht was es heißt Sklave zu sein? Hat sie das gemeint? Aber wir sind doch nicht im alten Rom, wir haben das 21. Jahrhundert. Aber sie hat mich geschlagen, das waren keine leichten Klapse auf den Po. Sie wollte mir weh tun, körperlich. Und der Käfig, der ist keine Einbildung, der ist echt.

Aber sie sagte auch , dies sei erstmal nur meine Ausbildung zur Sissy-Sklavin. Ich könnte sie jederzeit beenden. Aber will ich das wirklich, es beenden? Ja, die Schläge waren grauenhaft, der Käfig ist es auch, aber den wird sie mir sicher später wieder abmachen. Aber wie schön war es ihre Füße zu lecken. Wie aufregend war es ihre Strumpfhose, ihr Bein, an meinem Hoden zu fühlen. Sie möchte mich zur Sissy ausbilden, das heißt ich werde öfters Damenwäsche tragen, vor ihr, nicht nur alleine. Soll ich das aufgeben?

Mein Schwanz schmerzt plötzlich. Durch die Erinnerungen an Manuelas Füße ist er härter und steifer geworden. Aber das ist nicht möglich, der Käfig verhindert dies. Der Schwanz drückt sich an die Stangen des Käfigs, aber natürlich hält der Käfig diesem Druck stand. Der Schmerz ist fürchterlich. Meine Eichel scheint sich durch die enge Öffnung vorne am Käfig drücken zu wollen, was ihm nicht gelingt. Es tut schrecklich weh. Ich bekomme Panik. Ist das gefährlich? Kann das gesundheitliche Folgen haben?

Ich bekomme Angst. Renne durch die Wohnung. Durch die Aufregung, durch die Panik, verliert der Schwanz an Härte. Der Schmerz geht vorbei. Ich beruhige mich. Ich muss mich ablenken. Nicht an Manuela denken. Alles, nur keine Erektion mehr.

Ich gehe ins Schlafzimmer. Der Käfig ist trotzdem in meinem Kopf. Das Gewicht an meinem Schwanz lässt ihn nicht aus meinem Kopf verbannen. Außerdem stößt der Käfig bei jedem Schritt gegen meine Oberschenkel. Der Hoden ist prall. Ich ziehe mir ein Shirt an. Dann eine Unterhose. Der Käfig stört nun noch mehr. Der Schwanz hängt durch den Metallkäfig nach vorne, er legt sich weder nach links oder rechts. Ich steige in meine Jeans. Jeder Versuch sie über den Schwanz zu ziehen und sie zu schließen scheitert. Die Jeans ist zu eng, oder anders gesagt, der Käfig zu groß. Ich verzweifle, ziehe die Jeans wieder aus und ziehe stattdessen meine Jogginghose an. Ich hasse diesen Käfig!

Meine Blase ist voll. Ich gehe ins Bad. Manuela hat gesagt, pinkeln geht. Hose runter und schon sitze ich auf der Toilettenbrille. Ich schaue an mir hinab. Und tatsächlich es geht, auch wenn es eine spritzende Angelegenheit ist. Aber Hauptsache es geht, ich bin erleichtert. Nach dem pinkeln wische und trockne ich den Käfig mit Klopapier ab.

Jetzt erst mal richtig Frühstücken. Schnell habe ich einen Kaffee gemacht und eine Schale mit Müsli gefüllt. Beim hinsetzen stört der Käfig, er kneift und drückt. Vorsichtig setze ich mich. Schwer hängt der Käfig küçükbakkalköy escort zwischen meinen Schenkel. Hauptsache der Schwanz bleibt schlaff, denke ich.

Nach dem Frühstück räume ich die restlichen Kartons aus.

So vergehen Stunden. Manuela lässt nichts von sich hören. Hat sie nicht gesagt das sie später hochkommt? Wie lange soll ich denn noch den Käfig tragen? Ich werde ihr Versprechen das ich mich nicht mehr wichsen werde, dann wird sie ihn bestimmt aufschließen.

Es klingelt. Endlich. Eilig gehe ich zur Tür und öffne sie. Sie ist es. Ich freue mich wahnsinnig. Sie trägt das gleiche wie heute Morgen. Ich lächel sie an. Auf ihrem Gesicht erscheint kein Lächeln. Sie schaut mich von oben nach unten an.

” AUSZIEHEN, ABER SOFORT! “

Ihre Stimme ist hart und wütend.

Hastig ziehe ich mein Shirt über den Kopf.

” Beeil dich!”

So schnell ich kann ziehe ich meine Jogginghose und Unterhose aus. Nackt stehe ich vor ihr. Ohne ein weiteres Wort geht sie an mir vorbei. Ich schließe die Tür und folge ihr ins Wohnzimmer. Ihr Anblick raubt mir schon wieder den Verstand. Obwohl ich es nicht will versteift sich mein Schwanz. Augenblicklich beginnt mein Schwanz zu Schmerzen.

Sie hat sich auf das Sofa gesetzt. Wieder schlägt sie ein Bein über. Ich darf nicht hinsehen, mein Schwanz reagiert sofort. Ich will mich gerade setzen da faucht sie mich an:

” Habe ich dir erlaubt dich zu setzen?”

Jetzt bin ich völlig durcheinander, dies ist meine Wohnung, trotzdem sage ich:

” Nein Manuela.”

” Stell dich vor den Tisch! Du weißt hoffentlich mittlerweile wie!”

Ihre Stimme, ihr Tonfall, ihr Blick, da ist nichts weiches, nichts zärtliches.

Ich werde Nervös, stelle mich vor den Tisch, spreitze leicht die Beine und verschränke die Hände in meinem Nacken. Mein Schwanz, oder eher der Käfig hängt schwer zwischen meinen Beinen. Zum Glück hat die Erektion etwas nachgelassen.

Ich scheine es richtig gemacht zu haben denn sie spricht weiter:

” Ich werde dir jetzt ein paar allgemeine Regeln bezüglich deiner Ausbildung zur Sissy erklären. Höre mir gut zu! Solltest du irgendetwas nicht verstehen, sage es. Hast du das verstanden?”

Ich nicke und sage hastig:

” Ja, ich habe verstanden Manuela.”

” Gut. Ich werde dieses Gespräch aufnehmen, nur zur Sicherheit. Es erspart uns einen schriftlichen Ausbildungsvertrag.” Sie legt ihr Handy auf den Tisch und stellt es auf Aufnahme.

Ich nicke nur.

” 1. Jede Art der sexuellen Befriedigung ist dir nur mit meiner Erlaubnis gestattet.

2. Du wirst Zuhause oder in meiner Wohnung nur noch Damenwäsche tragen, außer ich sage dir das du was anderes tragen darfst.”

Ich nicke, aber sie spricht schon weiter:

” 3. Du wirst dich spätestens alle 2 Tage am ganzen Körper , außer auf dem Kopf, rasieren. Im Gesicht täglich.

3. Du wirst mir 24 Stunden am Tag zur Verfügung stehen. Jegliche private Aktivitäten sind vorher mit mir zu klären und müssen von mir gestattet werden.”

Ich schlucke und schaue sie verständnislos an. Sie bemerkt meinen Blick.

” Fragen?”

” Ja Manuela “, sage ich

” Dann los, jetzt darfst du noch Fragen! “

” Ich verstehe nicht was das bedeutet, 24 Stunden und private Aktivitäten?”

Sie schaut mich gereizt an.

” Was ist daran nicht zu verstehen. 24 Stunden bedeutet Tag und Nacht. Unter private Aktivitäten verstehe ich alles was nicht direkt mit deiner Ausbildung oder mit mir zu tun hat. Einkäufe, Besuche, Trefffen mit Freunden etc.. Ist deine Frage beantwortet?

Ich will protestieren, ich will was sagen, aber ich sehe ihren gereizten Blick, nicke und sage:

” Ja Manuela.”

” 4. Du wirst mir jedes Fehlverhalten unverzüglich melden!

5. Jegliches Fehlverhalten hat Konsequenzen. Welche Konsequenzen für Fehlverhalten angebracht sind, entscheide ich. Du wirst diese Konsequenzen akzeptieren!

Ich muss erneut heftig schlucken. Ich ahne was sie meint. Ich habe die Schläge in der Küche nicht vergessen. Sie erkennt wohl meine Gedanken. Lächelnd sagt sie:

” Ich sehe, diesen Punkt muss ich nicht näher erläutern.

6. Ich habe Zugang zu deiner Wohnung, Handy, Laptop und anderen Kommunikationsgeräten.”

Ich schaue sie erneut fragend an

Sie sieht es und fragt , diesmal noch gereizter:

” Hast du was nicht verstanden?”

Ihre Stimme moda escort macht mir Angst und daher schüttel ich nur den Kopf.

” 7. Deine Ausbildung beginnt mit dem heutigen Tag und endet mit einer Abschlussprüfung deren Termin ich festlege.

8. Beide Vertragsparteien haben jederzeit das Recht zu kündigen. Diese Kündigung ist nicht widerrufbar, die Ausbildung wird sofort beendet und kann nie mehr weitergeführt werden. Daher sollten beide Parteien sich diesen Schritt vorher gut überlegen. “

Sie lehnt sich weit zurück und schlägt das andere Bein über.

” Hast du alles Verstanden?”

Ich nicke.

” Dann sag es!” keift sie.

” Ich habe alles Verstanden, Manuela.” sage ich sofort.

” Dann bist du mit allen Punkten einverstanden?”

” Ja, Manuela, bin ich.”

Sie lächelt, beugt sich nach vorne, ergreift ihr Handy und schaltet die Aufnahme aus.

” So, dann wäre das nun amtlich! Kommen wir zu deinen Outfits.

Zeig mir was du alles an Wäsche besitzt. Ich meine natürlich Damenwäsche! “

” Ich habe sie im Bad, soll ich sie holen?”

” Natürlich, denkst du ich will sie mir im Bad anschauen?”

Ohne eine weitere Antwort eile ich ins Bad und suche alles zusammen und eile zurück ins Wohnzimmer. Ich lege alles neben ihr auf das Sofa. Sie schaut hoch, schaut mich an. Ihr Blick ist hart auf mich gerichtet. Wieso schaut sie so grimmig?

Ich stehe da. Und plötzlich fällt es mir ein. Ich spreitze etwas die Beine und lege die Hände in den Nacken.

” Beim nächsten Mal geht das schneller!”

” Ja, bitte entschuldige Manuela. “

” Hast du keine Schuhe?”

” Doch, ein Paar.”

Sie sagt nichts, aber ihre Geste ist eindeutig. Schnell renne ich ins Schlafzimmer und hole die Heels. Es sind schwarze Pumps.

Mein Schwanz, oder eher der Käfig schlackert schwer zwischen meinen Beinen. Zurück im Wohnzimmer lege ich die Schuhe auf das Sofa und stelle mich sofort wieder in Position.

Sie sagt nichts, schaut nicht auf, aber an ihrem Lächeln merke ich das sie es registriert hat.

” Viel ist das ja nicht gerade. Zieh das an”, und reicht mir die Strapse und die schwarzen Strümpfe mit Naht.

Ich nehme es entgegen und beginne mir umständlich die Strapse anzuziehen. Sie sitzt im Sofa und schaut mir dabei zu. Ich bin Nervös. Ein merkwürdiges Gefühl überkommt mich. Obwohl sie mich dauernd Nackt sieht, auch schon in Strumpfhose, ist es mir peinlich das sie mir jetzt beim anziehen zuschaut. Viel Schlimmer ist jedoch das mein Schwanz steif wird. Der Schmerz nimmt stetig zu. Ich nehme den ersten Strumpf und ziehe ihn mir übers Bein.

” Pass auf das die Naht richtig sitzt. Ich mag keine schlampigen Zofen!”

Ich werde immer nervöser, die Eichel presst sich hart an die kleine Öffnung des Käfigs. Der Schmerz ist dementsprechend.

Ich habe Mühe den Strumpf an den Haltern zu befestigen, aber es gelingt mir. Ich sehe sie lächeln. Beim zweiten Strumpf gelingt mir das anziehen und befestigen schneller.

Ich zögere kurz und stelle mich wieder in Position. Der Käfig steht waagerecht von mir ab. Sie betrachtet mich ausgiebig.

” Dreh dich mal!”

Sofort drehe ich mich einmal langsam um meine eigene Achse.

” Du hast wirklich einen schönen femininen Körper. Die Nylons stehen dir sehr gut, du hast aber auch die Beine dafür. Aus dir kann eine hübsche Sissy werden.”

Ich freue mich über das Kompliment, es macht mich jedoch auch verlegen. Leise sage ich:

” Vielen Dank Manuela. “

” Zieh jetzt das Kleidchen an.”

Ich nehme mir das Kleid. Wie lange habe ich von diesen Moment geträumt, mich einer Frau so zu zeigen, und nun da es so weit ist, zitter ich vor Aufregung, aber auch vor Erregung. Letzteres verursacht mir jedoch großen Schmerz. Sie sieht es, aber sagt nichts dazu, und ich traue mich auch nicht sie zu bitten mir den Käfig abzunehmen. Kurz darauf habe ich das Kleid an. Wortlos zeigt sie auf die Schürze und das Häubchen. Ich nehme Beides und ziehe es an.

Jetzt lächelt sie.

” Schick. Was für eine schöne Zofe du bist. So, jetzt noch die Schuhe.”

Ich höre ihre Komplimente und werde verlegen. Hastig ziehe ich die Pumps an und stelle mich vor sie hin. Ich will gerade die Hände im Nacken verschränken als sie sagt:

” Du darfst die Armee unten lassen aber die Hände kommen nach hinten”, sagt sie, nun wieder mit sanfter Stimme. Ich komme dem sofort nach.

Sie ağva escort steht auf und geht um mich herum und betrachtet mich.

Ich fühle mich wie in einen Traum. Ich stehe hier vor einer 42 jährigen Frau, gekleidet als Zofe. Ein Traum der Realität geworden ist. Nur der Schmerz an meinem Schwanz trübt meine Freude.

Plötzlich spüre ich Manelas Hand über meinen Po streicheln.

” Und was für einen süßen Po meine kleine Zofe hat. Und sicherlich noch ganz jungfräulich, oder?

Mir wird ganz mulmig bei der Frage und krächze ein knappes ” Ja”. Sie lacht.

” Wie schön.”

Manuelas Worte erschrecken mich, aber ihre streichelnde Hand lassen meinen Schwanz noch härter werden, was leider nur weitere Schmerzen verursacht.

” Dann zeig mir mal, ob meine kleine Zofe auch auf den hohen Absätzen gehen kann.” sagt sie, und ihre Stimme ist lieblich und weich.

Ich gehe langsam durch den Raum. Ich bin noch nicht oft in den Pumps gelaufen, meistens habe ich sie nur einfach angezogen, und dabei gesessen oder gelegen. Dementsprechend unsicher ist mein Gang.

” Das ist ja schrecklich. Du gehst wie ein Trampel. Mach nicht so große Schritte, du bist eine junge Zofe und kein Marathonläufer. Du wirst das jetzt üben! ” Ihre Stimme ist wieder streng. Da ich nicht sofort reagiere baffft sie mich wütend an:

” Na los, oder soll ich dir erst Beine machen?”

Eingeschüchtert gehe ich im Raum herum, versuche dabei kleine Schritte zu machen, wie sie es mir gesagt hat.

Sie setzt sich derweil wieder hin und nimmt sich mein Handy und Laptop.

” Wie lautet der Entsperrcode und das Passwort?”

” 5325″ sage ich , ” und für den Laptop Andrea.”

Während ich das Gehen übe, sitzt sie da und schaut in mein Handy und Laptop.

So vergehen etliche Minuten. Sie beachtet mich nicht, sondern ist nur mit den Geräten beschäftigt.

Ich gehe weiterhin durch den Raum. Ich werde sicherer auf den Absätzen. Mein Schwanz hat sich zum Glück etwas beruhigt.

” Bring mir ein Glas Wasser!” sagt sie wie aus dem Nichts.

Ich gehe in die Küche und fülle ein Glas mit Wasser und bringe es ihr. Ohne ein Wort nimmt sie es , trinkt ein Schluck, und vertieft sich wieder in mein Handy.

” Du hast ja richtig viele Bilder von meiner Nichte?” sagt sie plötzlich ohne aufzublicken.

” Ja.” sage ich, und mir fällt plötzlich ein das ich während des Abiballs spezielle Bilder gemacht habe. Bilder wo nur ihre Beine oder Füße zu sehen sind.

” Interessante Aufnahmen “, sagt sie, weiter ins Handy schauend.

Mir ist das peinlich, ich schäme mich, bleibe stumm.

” Wichsvorlagen?” fragt sie lachelnd ohne Aufzublicken.

Vor Scham bekomme ich nur ein gequältes “Ja” raus.

” Was Andrea wohl dazu sagt?”

” Bitte Manuela, bitte erzähl es….”

” Du hältst den Mund und übst weiter! ” unterbricht sie mich barsch.

Minutenlang herrscht Stille, während ich weiter durch den Raum laufe.

” Zieh mir die Schuhe aus!”

Wieder wie aus dem Nichts. Es ist keine Bitte , es ist ein Befehl.

Ich gehe vor ihr auf die Knie und ziehe ihr beide Schuhe aus. Sie zieht ihre Beine auf das Sofa und macht es sich bequem. Dabei rutscht ihr Rock höher. Der Anblick ihrer Beine ist traumhaft. Ich schaue sie knieend an.

” Worauf wartest du?”

Ich freue mich und senke meinen Kopf hinunter zu ihren Füßen. Ich komme jedoch nicht weit. Sie fast mir in die Haare , reißt meinen Kopf hoch und gibt mir Links und Rechts eine heftige Ohrfeige.

” Was fällt dir ein! Wie kannst du es wagen! Du sollst das Gehen weiter üben, und dich nicht an meinen Füßen aufgeilen! “

” Ich… ich dachte….bitte entschu..”

Jetzt schreit sie mich an:

” Halt den Mund, ich kann dein Gestotter nicht mehr hören! “

Sie setzt sich auf, schnappt sich eine meiner Strumpfhosen.

” Mach den Mund auf!” Ihre Stimme ist voller Wut.

Kaum habe ich den Mund aufgemacht stopft sie mir die Strumpfhose in den Mund. Dann nimmt sie einen weiteren Strumpf und wickelt mir diesen fest ,durch den Mund um den Kopf, und verknotet ihn.

” Steh auf!”

Ich stehe auf.

” Hände auf den Rücken! “

Ich habe Angst. Hastig lege ich die Hände auf den Rücken.

Sie nimmt einen zweiten Strumpf und fesselt mir fest die Arme zusammen. Dann steht sie auf und zerrt mich rückwärts an die Wohnzimmertür. Das passiert so ruppig, das ich fast auf den Absätzen stolper. Dort bindet sie mit einem weiteren Strumpf meine gefesselten Arme an der Türklinke fest.

” Hier wirst du bleiben und dir Gedanken machen wie sich eine Zofe zu benehmen hat!”

Ohne ein weiteres Wort, ohne eines weiteren Blickes, schnappt sie sich mein Handy, Laptop und Schlüssel und verlässt die Wohnung. Ich höre die Tür fest und laut zuknallen.

Ende Teil 3

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I finally hit the big time. 5 years out of college and my education finally paid off. I landed a huge promotion at the bank I was at and was in a financial position to purchase a lovely house a few blocks off the beach.

I still enjoyed hanging out with a few of my college friends. Travis, one of my former roommates, picked up a part-time job as a poolside bartender in one of the larger hotels along the beach. The weather in Southern California is pleasant all year and a few of our friends and I would usually spend a couple of weekends a month hanging out at the hotel pool. We often had a round or two of free drinks while enjoying the sunshine and watching the scenery at the pool. Occasionally, we managed to hook up with a girl we met poolside for a date.

Labor Day was coming up and Travis was going to be working the long weekend. One of my friends had relatives coming in from out of town and two more were leaving for a quick trip to Mexico. I had no particular plans and decided to spend a couple of days at the pool.

Saturday rolled around and I woke up late, lounged around and about 2:00 headed down to the hotel. I spent a couple of hours relaxing and enjoying the pool. It was a particularly stressful week and I just was looking to unwind. I packed up close to dinner time and went home.

Sunday was an unusually hot day and I decided to get a little pool time in earlier. I got there about 11:30 and Travis was just getting ready to start work. He called me over and told me that after I left on Saturday, a couple who were staying at the hotel approached him. They noticed that I had been talking to Travis on and off and they were asking questions about me. Was I staying at the hotel? Do I come to the pool often? How well did Travis know me? At first, I though Travis was kidding around but he convinced me that they really showed an interest in me.

I went for a quick swim and then sprawled out on a lounge chair. About 20 minutes later, a couple approached me and started making small talk. I glanced over at Travis and he gave a nod so I knew it was the couple from the day before. They were a little older than I. The woman was very attractive. She had long wavy brunette hair, was nice and trim and I couldn’t help but notice her firm breasts under her skimpy bikini top. She was definitely a looker. The guy was a little taller than me, close cropped brown hair and also in fairly good shape. You could tell they took care of their appearance.

They guy offered to buy a round of drinks and I am not one to turn down a generous offer. They pulled up a couple of chairs and we sat around chatting. After we finished our drinks, I got up to get the next round. Travis didn’t say a word but gave me a grin as he was fixing the drinks.

The hot sun and the drinks had us loosening up. I told them my name was Patrick and was born and raised in Southern California They introduced themselves. His name was Douglas and her name was Sarah. Both were in their mid-thirties. They traveled down from Washington and were celebrating their tenth wedding anniversary. He was also in banking, they both liked surfing and sailing so we had plenty in common to talk about.

We finished our drinks and Sarah said she was getting very hot and suggested we all hop in the pool. By this time, ferhatpaşa escort I was also getting hot staring at her sexy body and already had a semi-erection that was concealed by the towel across my lap. Sarah hopped up and started heading for the water with Douglas close behind. One look at her nice firm ass had my cock twitching. At the edge of the pool, Sarah turned around to me and said “Patrick, what are you waiting for? Come on in with us.” I was self-conscious about getting up with the tent pole I had in my suit, but decided to go for it. I quickly jumped up and made a mad dash for the pool and dove in hoping that they didn’t notice my hard on.

We splashed around for a few minutes and luckily my erection started to subside. Sarah swam the length of the pool, her strong arms cutting through the water as her legs propelled her lithe body. When she got to the other side, Douglas turned to me and asked if I like what I saw. I was a little confused, be he said that he noticed my stiff cock as I was watching Sarah. I felt the blood rush to my face, but he told me not to be embarrassed. Both of them noticed me on Saturday and they both liked what they saw. He asked if I would like to come up to their room and have a few more drinks. I was dumbfounded but readily agreed. My erection returned.

After drying off, we headed up to their room. We entered and I saw they had one of the larger suites. It had a separate sitting room with an over-stuffed sofa, a couple of chairs and a huge TV. The other room had a king-size bed and there was a small kitchenette adjoining the sitting area. Off the entryway was the bathroom. Sarah told us to make ourselves comfortable while she took a quick shower. Douglas went to the kitchen area and came back with a few drinks. I sat on the sofa, and Douglas took a seat in one of the chairs. A few minutes later, Sarah came out. She wore one of the robes supplied by the hotel with only the sash tied around the middle. It was open enough to almost expose her breasts. Her hair was piled up on top of her head. The only word that would describe her was “stunning.” Douglas told me there was another robe in the bathroom and suggested that I go shower as well. As I got up o go to the bathroom, I noticed Sarah staring at my erection with a smile on her face.

I got into the shower, the hot water feeling great cascading down. The whole time I was wondering what these two had in store and I reached down and gave my huge dick a few light strokes. I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in the robe and went out to join them. Douglas had a few more drinks ready for us and excused himself as he got up to shower. I sat back down on the sofa and Sarah quickly slid next to me. By now, after a couple of drinks at the pool and a couple in the room, I was really feeling loose and relaxed.

Sarah rested her hand on my thigh and slowly began to massage my leg. I felt a little uncomfortable with her running her hand up and down my leg with her husband in the next room. She put my mind at ease by telling me that it they both wanted to try a threesome and when they saw me at the pool yesterday, I had made them both horny. They fucked like crazy last night just thinking about me. If I wasn’t interested, they gebze escort would understand. She leaned over while she spoke. The top of her robe opened enough to give me a look at her tits. They were firm with hard little nipples that protruded out. Her hand was now under my robe as she worked her fingers up to my hard cock.

My sexual experience up to that point had only been one on one with women. I certainly didn’t know what to expect especially after she had said that both her and Douglas were aroused seeing me. What would it be like with another man present, I wondered? One look at her fabulous body and any inhibitions running through my head began to fade.

She was stroking my cock when Douglas reentered the room. He had on a small white wrap and although I didn’t really take a look at him before, I noticed that he was, in fact, very muscular with a washboard stomach. I also notice that his cock was straining at the material.

Douglas grinned and said “I see you started without me.” Why don’t we take it to the bed and get more comfortable. He turned towards the bedroom and as he walked, he let the wrap drop to the floor. His ass was as firm as his stomach. This was turning out to be an interesting encounter.

Sarah got up and I followed. Douglas lay on his back with his cock in the air. I have a true 7″ fully erect, circumsized dick but his was larger and thicker than mine. He was circumsized like myself and it had a very slight curve to his left. It was a most impressive member. Sarah sat on the bed facing me. She put her hands inside my robe and caressed my chest and arms. She reached up and from the inside of my robe, slid it off my shoulders then removed her hand and gently undid the belt. My robe fell to the floor and I stood before her with my cock pointing at the ceiling. She reached out and began stroking it. Ever so gently at first, gradually increasing in intensity. I was in heaven. Her hands felt so good on my body. With her free hand, she undid her robe and slipped it off. All I could do was murmur an approval. Her body was beautiful. I’m a leg and ass man and she did not disappoint.

She pushed me back on the bed and got on her knees. She caressed my body paying special attention to my pecs and tweaking my nipples. I moaned in pleasure. She worked her way down along my sides and her hands finally came to my manhood. With one hand she stroke my hard on while cradling my balls with the other. I leaned back and let her continue.

Soon, I felt her tongue trace the head of my dick while another set of lips began nibbling my nipples. I opened my eyes to see Douglas fondling my breast and sucking and gently biting my nipples. I was so excited from Sarah’s handy work that when Douglas joined in, it was just an added sensation. I knew if that was to keep up, I would shoot my load fast. I held Douglas’ head to my chest as I started to sit up. He reluctantly let go when I stood up and gently pushed Sarah down on the bed.

I spread her legs getting a good look at her luscious pussy. She was dripping and I couldn’t wait to bury my face between her thighs and taste her nectar. My tongue traced her outer lips as she began to slowly thrust her hips towards my eager mouth. My tongue lapped at the güzelyalı escort moist folds of her pussy. I licked gently from her pretty pink asshole to the top of her vagina. As I approached the top, my tongue flicked lightly on her hardening clit. She whimpered with each lick and soon was thrusting her pelvis to meet my tongue. I flicked my tongue quickly and more forcefully across her clit and within a minute, her body convulsed in the throes of a wonderful orgasm.

Hopping up on the bed, I lay on my side and started sucking and licking on her hard nipples as her body came down from her orgasm. Meanwhile, Douglas got on the bed beside me with his head down toward my feet. I felt his mouth encircle my cock. He licked and sucked and to be honest, it felt even better than when Sarah was sucking me. His hand gripped the base of my cock. His hand followed the up and down motion his mouth was doing to my cock. He flicked his tongue rapidly across my frenulum and swirled his tongue over the head of my painfully erect cock. Here was a man, a man who knew what a great blowjob should feel like and who knew how to duplicate the effort to give me the most incredible feeling that I ever had. My body turned to jelly as the beginning of a powerful orgasm welled up inside. Moaning in unabashed pleasure, I tried to pull away telling him that I was just about ready to cum, but his other hand grabbed my asscheeks and he pulled me closer. There was no escaping his expert mouth and soon jet after jet of my hot jism pulsated into his eager mouth. He swallowed every bit and as the last of my cum was drizzling out, he flicked at my pisshole to get every drop.

Out of breath, I lay exhausted on the bed. Sarah had a mind-blowing orgasm. I came like never before. Poor Douglas was the only one left to receive pleasure. Sarah had already recovered and move between Douglas’ legs. She started to lick and suck his engorged cock. I was already coming down and I really was grateful to Douglas for the fantastic blowjob I received. I thought, “What the hell.” With that, I joined Sarah as she stroked and sucked Douglas. Tentatively, I ran my tongue up his shaft. It didn’t taste bad and the smooth stretched skin of his cock actually felt good. I never thought that I would ever suck another man’;s cock, but that is exactly what I wanted to do at this point. Following Sarah’s lead, I gently swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. I licked up and down his shaft. Parting my lips, I slipped the head of his prick into my warm, wet mouth. Again, he was larger with a bigger circumference than my cock and I though I wouldn’t be able to fit it all in. Slowly I took him in deeper and deeper until I had almost the whole length in. With my thumb and forefinger forming a circle, I stroked him up and down while my mouth worked him over. I took my mouth off his member and Sarah immediately replaced it with her mouth. I let her continue the blowjob while I move slight down on the bed and started lapping at his heavy balls.

It was obvious that all our efforts were not going unnoticed by Douglas. His breathing changed and his body began to stiffen. Sarah sucked harder and I licked and gently mouthed his nutsack. Without warning, his body arched as hot spurts of his seed shot into Sarah’s waiting mouth. She held his cock in her mouth until the last of his load shot out. She then reached over and gave me a full kiss, her saliva mixed with his cum being deposited in my mouth. Slightly salty, not bad tasting, I was eager to swallow her offering.

We cleaned up a little, had a couple more drinks, recovered and finished off the night with round two.

To be continued…

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The guys got back to the resort just after 4:00 in the afternoon. We’d been golfing at a course about five miles down the road, just outside of Negril. I told Roger and Nick I’d see them at dinner. I was dying to see Anna, and dying for a drink. So we went our separate ways.

My first stop was at the hotel room, but she wasn’t there. So I made my way down to the beach. I wandered past the lounge chairs and suntanners, down the length of the beach, but no Anna. Strange. By the time I reached the boundary of the nude beach, I was ready to turn back. Guys weren’t allowed on the nude beach by themselves – only women or couples. I certainly didn’t want to creep anyone out. So I turned back.

“David!”

Anna? Sure enough, about fifty yards off, I saw Anna, reclining in a lounge chair, waving at me. Holy shit. On the nude beach? This was a first.

I walked past the bartender with a nod, heading straight toward Anna. She was reclining in the chair, completely naked except for a ballcap and her gold anklet, with a fruity drink on the table beside her. She set down her magazine. I looked at her skin, a reddish combination of red and brown from baking in the sun all day long.

My eyes were instantly drawn to eyüpsultan escort her little tits, and then her hairy pussy, which I had never seen her display before in such plain, public view. Normally she was very shy about her appearance. But she appeared at complete ease reclining amidst other naked sunbathing couples.

“Holy shit,” was all I could say.

She laughed. “Surprised?”

“Yes. Yes I am.”

At that moment a waiter appeared.

“Drink, sir?’ he asked me.

“Sure,” I replied.

“And you madam?’ he asked.

“Yes, please,” she replied.

The waiter disappeared to get our drinks. I knelt down on the ground beside Anna. She leaned in and gave me a big, deep kiss with lots of tongue. Her breath tasted strongly of alcohol and sweet fruit juice.

“Partying hard?” I asked her.

“Mmm,” she said. She clutched my wrist. “I’m really fucking drunk.” She giggled.

She sat up in the lawnchair. “I need to pee,” she said, standing up.

I helped her to her feet. She was unsteady, swaying a little. There was a bathroom at the other end of the beach. She wrapped a towel around her waist and I watched her zigzag her cihangir escort way to the toilet. A couple of minutes later she returned right as the waiter was delivering our drinks.

“Better watch out for this one,” said the waiter, winking at me. “She’s a wild one.” He set Anna’s drink on the table and handed me mine.

Anna laughed and flopped back down on the chair, her towel falling to the ground.

“Really?” I asked her. “How so?”

“I’m not the wild one,” she said. “Kayla and Jen—those girls from Michigan we met at the bar last night—they’re the wild ones.”

“I figured they were pretty wild,” I said.

“Oh, you have no idea,” she said.

“Bad influences?”

“Very bad.”

She drained the remainder of her drink. “Maybe we should go back to the hotel room. To freshen up for dinner,” she suggested, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her speech was a little slurred.

Once again, I knelt down beside her, my knees resting on the hot sand. She pulled me in for another kiss, which lasted for a very long time. I couldn’t resist rubbing my hands all over her oiled skin, slowly caressing her ankles and her calves as feriköy escort we kissed. She moaned softly and spread her legs a little as I rubbed her thighs.

I had no idea if this was acceptable or not. Could you make out on the nude beach? But nobody was complaining, and Anna was sure into it. Before long I had slipped my hands between her legs, and she spread them even wider as I rubbed her clit. I was amazed by how wet her cunt was—soaking—and she moaned even louder as I continued to massage her clit in a gentle, circular motion.

“Get a room!” yelled a voice.

Shocked, Anna started from her trance. She sat upright and grabbed her towel, which she instinctively placed over her legs.

But she recognized the voice. It was Jen, the hard-drinking chubby brunette from the bar last night. Jen was standing there topless, her big saggy sunburned tits dangling in the sun.

“Fuck you!” laughed Anna.

Jen laughed too. “You little slut.”

“You’re just jealous,” Anna said. And with that, Anna pulled me in close and started to kiss me even more passionately. By this point, my cock was rock hard.

Jen licked her lips hungrily. “Mmmm, you’re right. I am jealous! I’ll leave you two alone.”

Jen walked away. Anna reached for her tank top and pulled it on. She stood up, now wearing a tank top, but still bottomless, her pussy exposed.

“Let’s go back to the room,” she said.

Her face was flushed.

“Yes, let’s.”

And we quickly grabbed her belongings and made our way back up to the hotel.

END OF PART 1.

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This story is entirely fictional. The characters in this story are over the age of 18, are not real, nor are they in any way related to any real living individual. The intent is strictly for the enjoyment of all readers, and it is not an endorsement of any theme and/or lifestyle.

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It was the first day back of the new semester. I was pretty happy with my new roster as it gave me a ton of study time on or off campus. I had a few short days which meant I could always go home if I wanted and one full on crammed day. Monday was a nice short day, finishing around 2:30. As it had been my first day back I didn’t really have to stick around and I rushed home. As I walked up my street I noticed my mums car. I knew she had Mondays off but as to what she did with them I had no clue. My last semester I had a late one on Monday arvo meaning I didn’t get home til roughly 4ish. My mother being a creature of habit though was probably doing what she did every Monday around this time. She loved routines and very rarely deviated from the plan. Knowing she was likely in the lounge I crept in hoping not to startle her. To my surprise she wasn’t there. I made my way across the lounge into the kitchen, yet she wasn’t there either. I gathered she must be upstairs cleaning or having a shower. I just hoped she wasn’t in my room again “tidying” up. She was on my case regularly about the neatness of my room. She preferred an orderly house and my room was far from orderly. I decided to head up to see if she was rummaging around.

When I climbed the stairs though I could hear something coming from her room. It wasn’t the usual kind of noises I would attribute to cleaning. Her door was slightly ajar so I crept closer. As I reached the frame I leant forward ever so slightly and peered into the room. What met my eyes threw me for a moment. There was mom completely naked, hunched over on her bed, facing the door and plunging a purple dildo furiously in and out of her vagina.

Now to me this was completely out of the ordinary. My mother to me never seemed the sexual type. I mean obviously all ladies need it just as guys do but when it’s your mom you usually don’t think about it. I wouldn’t say she was a prude either, just conservative. She didn’t go flashing her skin around all over the place. She wore close that covered her up most of the time. She was in her early 40’s and not unattractive, she was just a larger lady probably around the hundred kilo mark. As far as I was concerned she didn’t even speak about sex let alone partake in any sexual actions. Yet here she was right in front of my eyes, pounding her pussy and moaning rather loudly.

She obviously had no idea I’d be home. All last semester I was home later, so she must have just forgot. Hell I didn’t mind though, I mean I gathered she’s been lonely since her and dad split last year. I’m just glad she’s not out there with some dirty bastard or getting hurt again. What was happening here was completely natural, I just never thought I’d witness it. I mean my mom has an attractive nature about her and I’ve seen her naked a few times like getting out of the shower but never like this. Never so raw and erotic. I just stood there dumb struck unable to move, I couldn’t even look away. It’s like time had slowed down and I was standing there for hours.

The whole scene was exquisite, the sights, the sounds and even the smells. The scent of her sex drifted on the air as the plastic dick squelched in her juices. Her thick, curly, dark hair was wild and clung to the sweat on her cheeks. Her face was wracked with pleasure in this most private of moments. I had never witnessed a more arousing event, not even on the internet. My pants were bursting at the seams as I breathed in sharp short breaths. My cock was pressed hard against my slacks. Pulsating in anticipation of release. I wanted so bad to reach down in to my pants and tug hard on my rock solid member. I could tell she was closing in on her orgasm though. Her moans got louder and closer together and within moments she crashed back on the bed with a mighty scream. I quickly darted to my room hoping she hadn’t noticed me.

I sat in my room staring at the wall, just processing the extremely sexual, homecoming show. I couldn’t focus and decided to just watch a film to get my mind off things. I sat there for an hour and a half barely taking in any of the moving pictures in front of me. My mind was racing so I decided to head down stairs for a bite to eat. As I stepped into the kitchen I was met by mom, now fully clothed in a black, long, conservative number and she was wearing her glasses. There she was happily prepping dinner.

“Oh David,” she said somewhat surprised. “I didn’t hear you come in. Have you been home for ling?” I gathered I should probably lie. I didn’t want to embarrass her or make her feel uncomfortable.

“Nah. I’ve only been home about five minutes. Got another late class on Mondays.”

“Well that’s ok,” she said smiling at me. “It still wont cut in to our night of fun.”

She was speaking about Monday nights. In an effort to bond more and have mother and son time we devised that Mondays would be our designated hang time. Most nights we’d maltepe escort play games. Card games, board games, video games or sometimes we’d even watch movies. This again refers back to the routine I spoke of earlier. Mom loved planning things. I had a feeling though this evening was going to be interesting after this afternoon. As she spoke I noticed I was looking at her in a different way. She looked at me funny for a second.

“Are you ok?” She asked.

“Oh ummm yeah,” I replied stuttering. “Long day is all, my brain is just a bit fried.”

“Well you better un-fry it mister,” she said poking fun. “We have a big night of board games planned.”

“Oh I’ll be with it enough to kick your butt,” I said giving her a bit back. She just smiled and turned back to the counter.

“Well you go do whatever it is that you have to do and I’ll see you back here at six sharp.” I grabbed a muesli bar from the cupboard and headed back upstairs.

Oh god I thought to myself. Got to focus. Just relax and pretend like nothing happened. I jumped on to my computer and started playing this shooter I’d recently got into. Yet no matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t get my head in the game. I kept getting rolled over and over again. Before I’d even realized how long I’d been playing though I heard her calling for dinner. I made my way down to the lounge and sat at the dining table. We had the usual chit chat about our days and what not and I didn’t talk too much. After doing the dishes and clearing the kitchen we both retired to the lounge for our games night.

Mom pulled out scrabble to start the evening. I sat on the couch as she placed the board on the coffee table. As she put the pieces down she bent over in front of me. Her big, round, butt was practically inches from my face. Now any other night I would have thought nothing of it but this wasn’t any normal night. For a moment I just stared at it. Almost visualizing the pale skin underneath her thick dress. I could feel a stirring again in my pants. She peered back at me sitting there.

“Well are you going to help me or are you just going to watch me?” She said snidely. I have no idea if she’d noticed me staring at her butt. I leapt around the table and sat quickly on the floor.

“Here, I’ll do this side,” I said grinning, hoping not to raise suspicion of my strange behavior.

After a while though I straightened out, focused on our games night and the evening went smoothly. Once lying in bed I decided to let the days weirdness wash away. I plopped my head on the pillow and just crashed out.

The rest of the week was uneventful and things had gotten back to normal. However It didn’t end there. Again the next Monday I returned home early. I’d done a lot of study on the weekend and didn’t really need to stay back. I slipped in the door once again and made it up the stair to be met by a familiar sound. It seemed that 2:30 on a Monday afternoon mom thought it would be a great time to get out some tension. I slowly crept over to her door once again to find it ajar. There she was, in all her glory, entertaining herself with her favorite toy. Immediately my cock was pushing at my zip. The urge was too strong as I slipped my hand down and wrapped it tight around my manhood. I gripped at it and gradually moved my fist up and down. It was the most intense masturbation I’d ever felt. Watching my mother get off as I was satisfying myself was mind blowing. As she began to moan louder, I knew I couldn’t hold on and sprayed a stream strongly in to my jocks. I sat for a moment getting back my strength but before I knew it mom had already orgasmed and was walking around the room. I stumbled to my bedroom, hoping I hadn’t made too much noise.

Again I sat in my room for a while with the door closed. Until I knew it was safe to go say hi. This time when I saw mom I noticed something a little different. She was wearing something a little more comfortable and revealing. She was dressed in track pants, which she rarely got around in, but her top had a bit of cleavage.

“Looking good mom,” I said nodding at her.

“Pfft,” she said. “Just wanted to be comfortable.”

“Just don’t see you being comfortable often.”

“Thought I’d try something different,” she said with a bit of a smirk.

“Watch out, mums breaking the routine,” I laughed. She just flicked a tea-towel at me in a playful manner.

“See you at six,” she said pointing her finger and me and scrunching up her face.

That night passed again with very little difference. I just tried harder to not ogle her. Was made more difficult due to her leaning from time to time but I managed. That week I didn’t see or hear anything again. Like clockwork Monday rolled around and low and behold all was on show. At 2:30 on the dot, I was home and peering in to her room. We pleased ourselves in unison, only thing was she had no idea I was there. Once I was done I followed the routine. I came down around 4:00 for a snack and a chit chat. This afternoon I was pleasantly surprised to see her wearing something different for the second time. She was showing more skin than I’d ever manavgat escort seen from her; well clothed anyway. She wore an above the knee skirt and top that show off more of her ample bosomed cleavage.

“Wow mom, what were you up to today?” I said only after taking all of her in.

“Oh, nothing,” she replied casually. “Just down to the shops.”

“So what’s the deal with the new look?”

“I just felt like dressing up a little.”

“Well I approve.” I said coming off way weirder than I thought it would in my head.

“At least some one has taken notice,” she said laughing.

“Hard not to when you look that good.” Holy crap what was I thinking, I was practically hitting on my mom. Scale it back cowboy.

“Oh stop it,” she said shyly. “You shouldn’t tease.”

“Neither should you,” I said gesturing to what she was wearing. She laughed again.

“If it’s too much I can always go take it off.” Yes please I thought, that would be much better. I knew I could have some fun with this though.

“Wouldn’t you being in your underwear though be more distracting?”

“You cheeky shit,” she cooed. “You know what I meant.”

“I was kidding mom. It’s fine. I like the new look and I’ll see it again in a few hours,” I said darting out of the kitchen.

As I returned to my room, my pulse was up and I began to sweat. I was on the verge of flirting with my own mother and it felt fun. I began going over ways I could play with words and see how far I could push it. For the next few hours I’d planned some probing questions for our family fun night. At dinner we just chatted the usual amount and went through the routine. First game we decide to play was Scattergories. We set up everything and I took my place on the floor. Mom sat opposite me on the couch, she rolled the dice and began scribbling away. For a moment I took of eyes off the page to think when I noticed something. The way she was sitting wasn’t overly lady like. I had a perfect position to look up her skirt. I just froze for a moment, before glancing away. Thankfully she hadn’t noticed and was still engulfed in her answers.

My eyes slowly trailed back to between her legs. I followed the smooth skin of her thick thighs up into the dark patch in the middle. From here I couldn’t really see much as her legs were too close together. That sight alone was enough to make me rock solid in the pants department though. I tried to get back to the game but I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The timer rang and threw me out of my stupor.

“Times up,” she said.

“That was quick. I didn’t really answer much.” I’d gotten two answers jotted down before I lost concentration. She went through her answers and she slayed me that round.

“Are you ok? It’s usually a lot closer than that.”

“My brains a bit out of it tonight, I’ll give it another shot though,” I said trying harder to focus on the page. Mom rolled the dice again and hit the timer. Sitting back she adjusted herself, this time making it way worse for me. This time her legs were parted that little bit more revealing a brightly colored pair of panties. My pants were feeling even tighter as my cock rose ever higher. My eyes flicked back and forward from my sheet to her mound. Occasionally she would look up and I’d look away, pretending like I was thinking. Again my answers were poor not for lack of trying.

“I don’t think this is your game tonight,” she said.

“Yeah I’m in more of a movie mood I think,” I said thinking of any other activity.

“Any preference?”

“Nah surprise me,” I said maneuvering around the table as she got up to grab a dvd. I was just hoping she hadn’t noticed the tent I was pitching.

I plonked on the couch and strategically placed a cushion on my crutch. She threw on some romantic comedy she said I had to see and sat down next to me. I didn’t mind, I was happy to watch anything at this point. I probably wasn’t going to be paying much attention to the movie anyway. From the position I currently sat I could see a lot of boob. She wasn’t making it very easy for me tonight. I thought back to my questions though. This was the perfect opportunity to ask being what the film was about. I waited until they had introduced the love interest and asked.

“Have you met anyone lately?” She looked over at me quizzically.

“No, not really. I’m not really looking. Why?”

“Oh it’s just the change of clothes. I thought maybe you were trying to catch someones eye.” She just laughed.

“Well maybe I am a little,” she replied smiling.

“Really?” I said with raised inflection in my voice. “Do you think he noticed?”

“I think he might have,” she said coyly.

“That’s great mom. I’d just wanted to let you know I’m ok with you seeing someone. I mean if you want to of course.”

“Thank you sweetheart,” she said tapping my hand. We just sat there for a moment before she spoke again. “Have you got your eye on anyone?”

I thought about the best way to answer in a sly manner. Hinting at something but not giving anything away.

“There might be a girl. But I’m not sure if she see’s şişli escort me that way.”

“You mean in an attraction sense?”

“Yeah, I mean she’s more mature than me.”

“What’s not to like about my handsome boy though?” She said wrapping an arm around me and pulling me to her bosom before kissing me on the head.

“Awww, thanks mom,” I replied wrapping my arms around her and hugging her waist.

We stayed that way hugging for a while, before my hands lowered to her lap. mom right hand moved up to my hair and and she ran her fingers through it in circles. I was so relaxed, I didn’t even noticed my left hand caressing the outer of my mums thigh. Something just felt so right about it all though. It was comfortable and loving. We stayed that way until the movie finished. she gave me a bit of a squeeze and kissed me on the forehead before we got up and left for bed. I slept well that night, warm and happy. After that night I saw her wear more revealing clothes. She’d given away the conservative duds for sexier numbers, more cleavage and leg. Whoever the guy was he’d be taking notice now for sure. It was getting harder for me to not walk around with a hard on all the time. I was just relieving myself a lot more than usual in an attempt to keep it down. This turned out for an interesting encounter.

It was a Thursday afternoon and mom was in the kitchen. I walked in to see her on all fours getting something out of one of the low cupboards. I just stood and stared at her ass until her words threw me out of my daze.

“Hey honey,” she said turning around and sitting down.

“Ah, what are you doing?”

“Oh there was just a pan down here I needed. Mind helping your old mom up?” She said reaching for my hand. I reached down and gave a strong pull on her arm. She rocketing up and stumbled into me. Pushing me back against the oven. Her body squished hard up against me. My massive errection was pressed firm into her skirt fabric.

“Oops,” she said laughing. I laughed nervously hoping she wouldn’t realize. “You ok honey? I didn’t crush you too much did I?”

“No I’m fine. Don’t know my own strength,” I said laughing.

“That could have gone a lot worse.”

“Or better,” I said laughing again.

“Anyway, how was your day?” She asked. We proceeded to have a quick chat but still realizing I had a rock hard boner I left as soon as I could.

I went up to my room and lay on the best, before long my shorts were on the floor and I was spanking the monkey. I was so involved that I didn’t even notice the door swing open.

“Honey I was just…” Mom said as my door opened. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” She continued as she stood there averting her eyes. I was paniced, I grabbed a pillow and shoved it over my crotch.

“Don’t you knock!” I screamed.

“I’m so sorry honey,” she said backing out of my room and closing the door. I just lay there for a moment not hearing any movement. Then I heard from behind the door.

“Can I please come in?”

“Yeah,” I said scrambling for my shorts extremely embarrassed. She slowly walked in with a silly grin on her face.

“It’s ok honey, it’s only natural.” She took a seat next to me on the bed.

“I know mom. I just don’t think you needed to see it is all.” She just scoffed.

“I’ve seen worse. Anyway it’s only fair,” she said cheekily.

“Wait, what?” I said getting very nervous.

“You were watching me on Monday weren’t you?” Oh crap, I thought. She knows. How am I going to explain this.

“Mom, I, uh was…” I said stammering.

“It’s ok David,” she said in a comforting manner. “I get that all boys and girls at your age get curious. I spied on my brother once when I was your age. It’s only natural.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was so embarrassed. I couldn’t think of the right words to say.

“I’m so sorry. I got off early from school and I came upstairs…” I said frantically.

“Don’t be. It’s fine. Now harm done,” she said grabbing my hand. “And if there is any sexual questions you have I’d rather you come to me than the internet. Clear?” I laughed and gave a goofy smile.

“Clear.”

“That’s my boy,” she said smiling. “See you at dinner?”

“Yup,” I replied as she got up to leave.

Oh my god, my head was spinning. She knew I was watching. I felt like dying right there. I so can’t watch her again… Wait. She knew I was watching and she didn’t stop. She didn’t say anything. What did that mean? She said it was ok and it was natural. Maybe she thought I was curious and didn’t want to scold me. I don’t know. Knowing that I wasn’t going to be able to just stop watching her I’d have to be more careful. So when Monday finally came around I was careful.

I came home at the same time, yet I crept up the stairs like a cat. I got low to the ground and slunk up to her door. Familiar sounds echoed from the room but what I saw this time was different. There was mom on the bed, on all fours, with her butt facing the door. Her left arm was hung over her back and in her hand was a large, bulbous butt plug that was ramming in and out of her puckered ass hole. Her right arm hung underneath as her fingers rubbed against her clitoris. She was moaning loudly as the butt plug penetrated her deeply. I lent up to get a better view of this erotic sight. I took my cock in my hand and began to pump away as my mother screamed in ecstasy. In between her whimpers I could hear her whispering words. I listened closely to see if I could hear. When she moaned louder.

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13. Warten auf das Wochenende

‚Zehn Tage, welch lange Zeit’ mit diesem Gedanken erwache ich. Und im selben Moment ergreift mich Angst, Angst vor dem, was er vorhat. Will ich das eigentlich! Auf was habe ich mich da eingelassen? Bin ich tatsächlich eine solche Frau? Kann ich mich Fremden hingeben? Aber alles, was bisher geschah, zeigt mir, dass es richtig ist, dass es reine Lust ist. Dass er weiß, mich zu führen. Aber es ist eben doch fremd. Aber es ist wohl auch mein innerster Traum, der Realität wird. Was ich als „Fesseln” beschrieben hatte, ist viel mehr. Es ist meine zutiefst devote Neigung bis hin zur Schmerzenslust, die ich bisher unterdrückt habe. Mühsam stehe ich auf und vollführe meine morgendlichen Aufgaben, bevor ich mich ins Büro begebe.

Dort angekommen, starte ich meinen Rechner. Ich werde mit einem freudigen „Bing” begrüßt, das Zeichen einer neuen Mail. Sie ist natürlich von ihm.

„Guten Morgen, Serva! Ich wünsche Dir einen angenehmen Tag. Für die Tage bis zu unserem nächsten Zusammentreffen gilt:

• kein Rasieren oder Epilieren,

• kein Orgasmus

• jeden Tag den Plug tragen

Zusätzlich überprüfst Du im Internet andere Plugs. Dein jetziger hat einen Durchmesser von 25 mm, ich möchte, dass Du zwei weitere besorgst mit den Durchmessern 40 mm und 50 mm. Du wirst den Durchmesser über die Tage steigern, sprich bis Sonntag den alten, dann bis Mittwoch den nächstgrößeren und danach den großen.

Und wenn Du schon im Netz bist, suche doch auch noch vier sogenannte „clover clamps”.

Ich wünsche Dir einen schönen Tag!”

Ich stocke. Was hatte er nur wieder alles vor. Er überrascht mich immer wieder mit seinen Ideen und Forderungen. Aber zuerst muss ich wohl oder übel meine Arbeit erledigen. Also versuche ich abzuschalten und mich auf die Arbeit zu konzentrieren.

Mittags muss ich nach Hause, weil ich vergessen habe, zu überprüfen, was wir noch im Haus brauchen. Es reizt mich, also gehe ich in mein Zimmer und suche den Plug aus meinem Rucksack. Ich ziehe Hose und Slip aus und schmiere etwas Vaseline auf meine Rosette. Dann nehme ich den Plug und schiebe ihn mir in den Po. Es geht schon erstaunlich einfach. Ich ziehe Höschen und Jeans wieder an und gehe in die Küche, um die Lage zu checken. Das Gefühl ist irre. Das Gewicht und das Vorhandensein beeinflussen meinen ganzen Geist. Schon spüre ich meine Geilheit und meine Feuchtigkeit. Schnell gehe ich noch ins Bad und lege eine Slipeinlage ein.

Es geht zurück zum Büro. Ich arbeite noch ein wenig und mache mich dann auf im Internet nach Plugs zu suchen. Ich lande schnell auf einer sehr schönen deutschen Seite, die den Namen trägt „Die Kunst zu leben”, aber eben in Lateinisch, ars vivendi. Hier sind nicht nur Toys, sondern auch herrliche erotische Kleidung und Schuhe. Unter den Toys finde ich Butt Plugs, in verschiedenen Größen. Es gibt sie in den Größen, 30, 40, 50 und 70 mm. Ich bestellt sofort den 40er und den 70er, ohne zu wissen, wie ich diese Größen benutzen oder besser bewältigen sollte.

Bei dem Begriff „clover clamps” werde ich auch schnell fündig, also auch hier noch vier bestellt.

Dann schicke ich noch schnell ein Mail an ihn. „Lieber Herr, habe die Plugs und die Klemmen bestellt. Sollten morgen da sein! Mit Hingabe Deine Serva!”

Der Abend ist normal, ich mache Essen und schaue ein wenig fern. Später gehe ich nach oben in mein Zimmer, finde aber keine Nachricht. Ich beschäftige mich ein wenig mit anderen Dingen. Anschließend mache ich mich bettfertig. Hierzu nehme ich den Plug heraus. Ich habe das Gefühl, dass mein Po offen stehen bleibt. Es ist eine Art Leere. Ich betrachte mich im Spiegel. Die Striemen und Spuren des gestrigen Abends sind noch gut zu sehen. Zum Teil ändern die Striemen ihre Farbe und wandeln sich von Rot in eine Art Violett. Ich genieße meinen Anblick.

Am nächsten Tag, es ist Freitag, bereite ich mich vor und gehe früh ins Büro. Die Versandnachrichten für meine bestellten Artikel hatte ich schon auf meinem Handy empfangen. Jetzt hoffe ich, dass die Dinge bald kommen. Aber zuerst mache ich mich an die Arbeit.

Der Plug ist aber schon ein Phänomen. Bei jeder Bewegung gibt er Nachricht, dass er dort ist. Immer wieder wird man an seine Geilheit erinnert. Wobei ich mir schon Sorgen mache, wie ich mit den größeren Plugs umgehen soll. Trotzdem geht die Arbeit voran und dank regelmäßig gewechselter Slipeinlage, ist der Feuchteanfall auch nicht zu groß. Gegen Nachmittag kommt das Päckchen. Ich nehme es in Empfang und stecke es in meinen Rucksack. Es ist zum Glück nicht mehr lang bis zum Feierabend.

Bald ist es geschafft und es geht ab nach Hause. Ich mache Abendessen und esse mit meinem Mann zu Abend. Er trifft sich, wie meistens am Freitagabend mit Freunden zum Kegeln. Das gibt mir die Ruhe, in mein Zimmer zu gehen und die Dinge anzuschauen. Zuerst ziehe ich mich aber aus. Mein Slip ist schon wieder durch. Nach ein paar Sekunden bin ich nackt, bis auf den Plug. Ich schaue an mir herunter und sehe den beginnenden Flaum an allen möglichen Stellen. Es sind zwar nur dünne Härchen, aber schon etwas befremdlich. Ich wundere mich, cevizli escort was er wohl vorhat.

Dann öffne ich das Packet. Es sind zwei Kästchen und ein Beutel. Ich öffne das erste Kästchen, es ist schwer und ich vermute einen Plug. In feinem Samt ruht er in der Kiste. Gleich öffne ich die zweite und habe nun die beiden Plugs vor mir liegen. Beide sind monströs. Bei dem dickeren kann ich mir einfach nicht vorstellen, wie es klappen soll. Ich nehme den kleineren in die Hand. Er fühlt sich gut an, so schwer und glatt. Ich nehme den Großen, auch er fühlt sich sehr schön an. Dann überkommt es mich und ich nehme den mittleren Plug und drücke ihn gegen meine Muschi. Er beginnt sofort seinen Weg hinein, was bei der Feuchtigkeit kein Wunder ist. Und ein kleiner Stoß und er ist drin. Ein herrliches Gefühl, auch wenn er für diesen Eingang ja eigentlich nicht gemacht ist.

Dann öffne ich den Beutel. Darin liegen 4 einzeln verpackte Klammern. Ich packe die erste aus. Wenn man auf die Seiten drückt, öffnet sich ein Mechanismus und die Backen am Ende der Klammern. Sie sind mit Gummiauflagen versehen. Beim Loslassen greifen die Klammern fest zu, wie ich an meinem Finger testen kann. Wenn man jetzt an dem Bändchen am Ende der Klammer zieht, passiert das überaus Gemeine, der Druck auf die Klammern wird weiter verstärkt. Man kann also an den Bändchen ziehen und die Klammer kommt immer schwerer frei, je stärker man zieht.

Ich bin mutig und nehme die Klammer in die rechte Hand. Mit der Linken greife ich nach meiner linken äußeren Schamlippe und ziehe ein wenig daran. Dann öffne ich die Klammer und setze sie an. Langsam lasse ich los und die Klammer greift nach mir. Der Druck ist recht stark, aber auszuhalten. Nun greife ich nach dem kleinen Seil und beginne zu ziehen. Die Klammer nimmt meine Schamlippe mit und zieht sie immer weiter. Der Druck wird immer stärker, aber sie gibt auch nicht nach. Es erscheint so, als könne man endlos ziehen, ohne dass die Klammer abgeht. Jetzt wird es aber zu viel und ich lasse los.

Ich brauche aber auch noch den nächsten Test. Ich nehme die nächste Klammer, öffne sie und führe sie zu meinem rechten Nippel. Ich platziere die Klammern links und rechts davon und lasse langsam los. Hier ist der Druck deutlich stärker und ich fühle, wie sich der Schmerz ausbreitet, mir aber wie immer gleichzeitig Lust verschafft. Dann ist die Klammer dran. Vorsichtig ziehe ich an dem Band. Der Griff der Klammer wird stärker und der Schmerz nimmt zu. Ich lasse los.

Ich gehe in die Hocke und greife nach dem Plug in meinem Hintern. Ich taste nach dem tief in meinem Spalt verborgenen Kopf. Endlich bekomme ich ihn zwischen Zeigefinger und Daumen zu fassen und ziehe energisch daran. Meine Rosette setzt einen Widerstand dagegen, aber ich überwinde ihn und der Plug kommt heraus. Wieder überfällt mich das Gefühl der Leere. Ich greife nach der Vaseline, nehme eine gute Portion und beginne mein Poloch zu massieren. Dabei dringe ich immer wieder mit meinem Finger in mich ein. Ich versuche auch einen zweiten Finger dazu zu nehmen. Es fällt schwer.

Jetzt greife ich den Plug in meiner Muschi, ziehe ihn heraus und bringe seine Spitze zu meinem Hintertürchen. Langsam drücke ich die Spitze dagegen. Es erscheint leicht, die Rosette öffnet sich immer weiter, aber dann kommt plötzlich ein Punkt, wo es nicht weiterzugehen scheint. Der Schmerz wird unerträglich und auch die Dehnfähigkeit scheint erreicht. Ich ziehe ihn wieder etwas zurück und versuche es erneut, aber es gelingt mir nicht. Ich breche ab und nehme den kleinen Plug. Ich drücke ihn gegen meinen Po und ohne große Anstrengung verschwindet er wieder in mir. Ich beschließe, ihn auch in der Nacht drin zu lassen, um meinen Po zu trainieren.

Dann setze ich mich an den Computer und berichte von der eingegangenen und begutachteten Ware. Kurze Zeit später erfolgt seine Antwort. „Liebe Serva, es ist schön zu hören, dass meine vorgeschlagenen Toys Dich begeistern! So soll es auch sein. Ich würde Dir eine Fahrt am Freitagvormittag nach Frankfurt buchen, wenn Du es so einrichten kannst.”

Ich schreibe sofort zurück. Zum Glück hatte ich schon geklärt, dass ich Freitag frei nehmen kann. Dann nehme ich die Klammern ab, mit dem „Erfolg” eines kräftigen Schmerzes. Anschließend gehe ich ins Bett.

Am nächsten Tag höre ich nichts. Ich lasse den kleinen Plug drin und kümmere mich um das Haus. So verbringe ich den Tag. Abends ziehe ich mich in mein Zimmer zurück. Ich wiederhole die Prozedur mit dem mittleren Plug, der ja morgen dran sein sollte. Wieder klappt es nicht, aber ich habe das Gefühl, dass es besser geht.

Am Sonntagmorgen hole ich dann die Vaseline und den mittleren Plug. Ich ziehe den kleinen Plug heraus und bereite den Weg mit reichlich Vaseline. Wieder versuche ich mein Glück mit dem mittleren Plug. Es scheint auch wieder etwas besser zu gehen, aber kurz vor der vollständigen Öffnung meiner Rosette muss ich stoppen. Ich führe wieder den kleinen ein und nehme mir vor, es am Mittag zu schaffen.

Nach dem Frühstück kommt meine Tochter zu Besuch çamlıca escort und wir verbringen einen entspannten Vormittag zusammen. Wir gehen etwas in die Stadt, essen ein Eis und unterhalten uns. Später fahren wir zurück nach Hause und bereiten zusammen ein Mittagessen. dabei erzählt sie mir, dass ich auf sie einen überaus glücklichen und zufriedenen Eindruck machen würde, viel mehr als in der letzten Zeit, in der ich eher niedergeschlagen gewirkt hätte. Ich muss innerlich grinsen und gebe nur zu, dass es mir sehr gut gehe.

Nach dem Mittag gehe ich in mein Zimmer. Ich hole wieder den Plug und die Vaseline. Ich gehe in die Knie, spreize dabei meine Knie und versuche meinen Hintern weit zu öffnen. Ich greife nach dem kleinen Plug, ziehe ihn raus und massiere eine reichliche Menge Vaseline ein. Dann nehme ich wieder den mittleren Plug und drücke. Ich beiße die Zähne zusammen und massiere mit der anderen Hand um meine Rosette herum, um den Bereich zu entspannen. Mit einem Ruck drücke ich. Ein schreiender Schmerz schießt in mir hoch, und dann ist es geschehen und der Plug ist in mir verschwunden. Ich stöhne auf. Ich habe es geschafft. Der Schmerz lässt nach und ich habe ein herrliches Gefühl der Fülle. Meine gestresste Rosette entspannt sich langsam um den schlanken Mittelteil. Zusätzlich erregt mich das Gewicht. Ich nehme meinen Slip und ziehe ihn wieder an. Sicherheitshalber lege ich eine Slipeinlage ein.

Ich gehe wieder runter zu meiner Tochter. Bei jedem Schritt habe ich das Gefühl, dass meine Därme durchgeknetet werden. Meine Säfte fließen und ich habe schon nach kurzer Zeit, die Empfindung eines nassen Schwamms als Einlage. Wir setzen uns in den Garten und unterhalten uns. Gegen Abend beschließen wir, in die Stadt zum Essen zu fahren.

Im Moment, wo das Auto sich bewegt, überkommt mich die ganze Lust. Jede Bewegung führt zu Vibrationen im Körper, jede Welle in der Straße zur Reizflutung. Als wir in dem Lokal ankommen, muss ich erst einmal zur Toilette und wieder die Einlage tauschen.

Es ist ein enormes Erlebnis. Es ist immer wieder faszinierend, wie er die richtigen Handlungen trifft, um mich zu erregen und auch, um mich von ihm besessen zu fühlen.

Abends entschließe ich mich, den Plug für eine Weile herauszunehmen. Ich gehe also in mein Zimmer und ziehe Hose und Slip aus. Ich gehe tief in die Hocke und greife den Kopf vom Plug. Ich beginne kräftig daran zu ziehen und innerlich zu drücken. Wieder entsteht der immense Druck auf meiner Rosette, aber dann gibt sie gezwungenermaßen nach und der Plug kommt heraus und liegt feucht und warm in meiner Hand. Ungläubig schaue ich ihn nochmals an. Wie habe ich diese Größe in mich hineinbekommen.

Später sitzen wir noch lange im Wohnzimmer und unterhalten uns. Meine Tochter ist fröhlich und lebendig und bemerkt des Öfteren, wie fröhlich ich sei und dass ich ihr sehr gefalle. Das tut mir gut und bestätigt, dass mir diese Beziehung guttut, auch wenn ich immer wieder von Zweifeln beschlichen werde. Am späten Abend verabschiedet sich meine Tochter und fährt zu sich nach Hause. Ich gehe froh in mein Zimmer und ziehe mich aus.

Ich greife nach dem mittleren Plug, meinem Vibrator und der Vaseline. Dann gehe ich wieder tief in die Hocke und öffne meine Beine. Ich nehme eine gute Portion der Schmiere und beginne, sie großzügig auf meinem Hintereingang zu verteilen. Langsam dringe ich mit dem Zeigefinger ein. Dann nehme ich den Mittelfinger dazu, was diesmal erstaunlich leicht gelingt. Ich ficke mich und versuche mich dabei zu dehnen. Anschließend nehme ich den Vibrator, um damit meine Rosette zu weiten. Ich führe die Spitze an den Eingang und beginne, ihn hineinzudrücken. Die Spitze drückt mein Loch auf und die Rosette wehrt sich.

Ich drücke noch mehr, bis es schmerzt. Ich lasse etwas nach und drehe am Ende, um die Vibrationen einzuschalten. Jetzt durchfährt es mich. Ich habe das Gefühl, dass in wenigen Sekunden ein Orgasmus über mich hereinbrechen wird. Trotzdem drücke ich. Das Loch weitete sich. Jetzt nehme ich den Plug in die freie Hand, ziehe den Vibrator heraus und drücke den Plug hinein. Ich drücke mit aller Kraft gegen den Widerstand und den Schmerz. Ich hechele und drücke, dann der beißende Schmerz, der kurz danach von Entspannung abgelöst wird. Ich habe es wieder geschafft. Ich bin stolz. Eigentlich habe ich mir jetzt einen schönen selbstbereiteten Orgasmus verdient, aber ich darf ja nicht und will mich diesmal auch daranhalten.

Ich gehe ins Bett und schlafe friedlich ein, auch wenn das Gewicht immer wieder in mir arbeitet und mich an meine Geilheit erinnert.

Am Montag früh lasse ich den Plug gleich drin. Ich betrachte mich bei der Morgentoilette im Spiegel. Überall beginnt es zu sprießen. Meine Scham „ziert” bereits ein Flaum aus dunklen Stoppeln. Ich wasche mich und gehe ins Büro. Dort finde ich eine Mail vor.

„Liebe Serva, ich hoffe, Deine Aufgaben werden von Dir gut bewältigt. Ich möchte, dass Du gegen Mittag in Frankfurt am Hauptbahnhof bist. Am Sonntag bringe ich Dich dann gegen 16 Uhr wieder dorthin zurück.

Du çakmak escort solltest ja jetzt bei dem mittleren Plug angekommen sein. Ich möchte, dass Du Dir heute mehrere Gewichte kaufst. Jeweils zwei mit 100 Gr., 250 Gr., 500 Gr. und 1 KG. Bereite sie anschließend so vor, dass man sie an die Klammern hängen kann! Heute Abend um 20 Uhr legst Du dann die Clover Clamps an Deine Nippel an und beschwerst sie mit jeweils 100 Gr. Davon machst Du ein Bild, das Du mir dann per Mail schickst. Dazu ein Foto von dem Plug in Dir. Ich werde Dir dann über Zoom antworten und das Weitere vorgeben.

Gruß Dein Herr”

Es ist herrlich, wieder von ihm zu hören. Die Aufgaben treiben mir die Lust zwischen die Beine und ich spüre, wie ich bereits beim Lesen feucht werde. Nach dem Dienst gehe ich in den Baumarkt und schaue nach Gewichten. Ich finde die geforderten. Zu Hause angekommen, bringe ich sie in mein Zimmer und hole einen Draht aus dem Keller. Ich befestige den Draht an den Hälsen der Gewichte und mache jeweils einen Hacken zum Einhängen.

Ich bin neugierig. Also bleibe ich im Zimmer und ziehe mich aus. Ich nehme die Klammern und öffne sie, langsam. Ganz langsam schließe ich die erste über meinem linken Nippel. Der Schmerz ist scharf aber erträglich. Ich lasse die Klammer los. Durch das Herabhängen, baut sich weiterer Zug auf. Es folgt die zweite Klammer. Schon jetzt mit den Klammern, die meine Nippel zusammenkneifen und dem Zug durch das Herabhängen, habe ich eigentlich genug. Ich greife aber mutig nach den Gewichten, den 100 Gr. schweren, natürlich. Vorsichtig nähere ich den ersten Hacken der Schlaufe an der linken Klammer. Ich hacke ein und senke langsam das Gewicht, bis es beginnt an der Klammer zu zerren.

Durch die bösartige Konstruktion dieser Klammern verstärkt sich augenblicklich der Druck auf meinen Nippel. Der Zug wird immer stärker, aber tapfer lasse ich immer mehr los. Selbst die 100 Gr. ziehen heftig und meinen Busen wird immer länger. Gleichzeitig macht der starke Druck und Schmerz an meinen Nippeln meine Augen feucht. Ich nehme das zweite Gewicht und wiederhole die Prozedur. Als alles hängt, kann ich kaum die Kamera sehen, weil meine Augen mit Tränen gefüllt sind, ich ergreife sie, halte sie vor mich und mache ein Bild. Ich schaue gleich auf die Aufnahme und kann verschwommen erkennen, dass es wohl gelungen ist.

Nun gehe ich in die Knie, halte die Kamera hinter mich und versuche den Plug ins Bild zu bekommen. Blind drücke ich ab und bin überrascht, dass es mir auf Anhieb gelingt. Dann gehe ich zum Computer und werde sofort an die Gewichte erinnert, die nun heftig schwanken und meine Brüste hin und her bewegen und an den Nippeln reißen. Vorsichtig setze ich mich und schiebe die SD-Karte der Kamera in den Rechner. Ich lade die Bilder hoch, öffne ein Mail und schicke es an ihn.

Es ist erst 19 Uhr und ich habe noch eine Stunde Zeit. Ich beuge mich nach vorne, die beiden Gewichte kreisen leicht. Ich greife nach dem Gewicht an meiner linken Brust und hebe es an. Der Zug lässt nach, aber der Druck der Klammer auf meinen Nippel bleibt. Ich nehme das 250 Gr.-Gewicht vom Tisch. Ich muss es probieren. Vorsichtig hänge ich es in die Schlaufe und senke die Hand. Der Zug nimmt wieder zu, die Klammer schließt sich weiter. Der Schmerz wird stärker. Gleichzeitig fühle ich, wie meine Muschi noch nässer wird. Ich beiße mir auf die Lippe und senke die Hand weiter. Wieder laufen meine Tränen, aber ich mache weiter. Dann ist es geschafft. Das zweieinhalb-fache Gewicht von eben. Meine Brust wird extrem in die Länge gezogen und mein Nippel erscheint platt wie eine Flunder. Ich merke, dass ich hechele, um den Schmerz zu überstehen.

Erstaunlich schnell lässt der Schmerz so weit nach, dass die Lust in mir überhandnimmt. Ich bin erstaunt. Ich greife mir mit der rechten Hand in den Schritt. Meine gesamte Muschi ist heiß und feucht. Die Lippen sind geradezu nass und geschwollen. Ich streiche darüber und fühle sofort, wie sich in mir eine mächtige Welle aufbaut. Ich lasse es sofort wieder sein. Anstatt dessen ergreife ich wie in Trance das zweite 250 Gr.-Gewicht und nehme die verbliebenen 100 Gr. ab. Ich hacke die 250 ein und lasse sie relativ schnell hinab. Wieder der unbändige Schmerz, der aber recht schnell einer noch stärker werdenden Lust Platz macht. Es verwirrt mich immer wieder, wie schnell aus dem Schmerz eine pure Lust wird. ‚Bin ich so masochistisch veranlagt?’ Wie hat er es herausfinden können. Er verwirrt und fasziniert mich immer wieder.

Jetzt nehme ich die Gewichte wieder ab. Die Klammern lasse ich lieber dran. Ich weiß, wie die Entlastung der Nippel schmerzt. Ich ziehe mir meinen Bademantel über und gehe in die Küche. Mein Mann sitzt vor dem Fernseher und isst sein Abendbrot. Ich mache mir auch ein Brot und nehme mir ein Glas Saft. Dann sage ich ihm gute Nacht und gehe wieder in mein Zimmer.

Um kurz vor acht ergreife ich wieder die 100er-Gewichte und lege sie an. Es ist inzwischen fast ein Spaziergang. Um punkt acht Uhr starte ich Zoom. Und schon erscheint sein Bild. „Guten Abend!” sagt er, „es war zwar nicht genau, wie befohlen, denn Du solltest die Bilder um acht Uhr schicken, aber ich finde sie sehr schön. Leider habe ich nicht sehr viel Zeit. Ich möchte, dass Du Deine Webcam so stellst, dass sie auf dem Boden steht und schräg nach oben aufnimmt!” Sofort ergreife ich den Laptop und stelle ihn auf den Boden. “So ist schön! Jetzt legst Du die 250 Gr.-Gewichte bereit.” Ich gehorche.

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Chapter 1

I have been the principal coach/Trainer of a local ladies hockey team from a small town in Ireland. We were preparing for the start of the new league season and had planned a training and fitness camp in a well known resort in the south of Spain as a way of getting the season off to a good start.

There are 7 girls in our team, some are single, some married but all like a good time and particularly enjoy a night on the town after a game, particularly if we have won. All of the hockey training has kept us fit and although several of the girls are larger than average, especially the keeper, they are all quite toned and have the right curves in all of the right places. For myself, although I was 10 years older and hadn’t played competitively for a few years, all of the training helped keep me in shape and I was proud of my body.

When we arrived in Spain, I knew I would have difficulty maintaining the high levels of concentration required for the intense fitness regime, as the girls would be constantly distracted by the thought of the local nightlife and the obvious party season ongoing in the town through the night.

I tried to develop a schedule which allowed the girls some time off in the evening for a quick drink before insisting on an early night.

The temperature was so hot, that it was uncomfortable to train in the usual long-sleeved shirts, and pleated skirts, and instead we splashed out on some co-ordinating crop tops and skimpy shorts, not much more than traditional bras and knickers, which caused a few giggles among the girls when we first changed into them, myself included.

When we first ran onto our allotted training pitch, there were some nervous looks from some of the girls, however this soon changed when we became aware of some appreciative looks from some of the other athletes using the adjoining pitches.

It was soon apparent that the resort was actually very busy, and almost all of the other teams were male and mostly soccer teams from all over the world. The girls found themselves attracting attention from several groups of young men, stripped to the waste and bronzed, while taking a refreshment break from their training.

I was anxious that the close attention might put them off, however it was soon apparent that far from embarrassing the players, they were beginning to enjoy it and several were even beginning to show off, jumping up and down on the spot when not strictly necessary to maximise the effect of jiggling boobs and also ensuring that when completing bending exercises, they were positioned that their now appreciative audience, had a full uninterrupted view of their tight buns.

To my amusement, this flaunting was not restricted to the single girls, but several of the married girls seemed to be getting in on the act, and I noticed the soccer coaches on the adjacent pitches struggling to get their players attention to recommence their own training.

By mid-morning, the heat was exhausting and I instructed the girls to stop regularly to take on lots of water, to avoid dehydration. Another problem I was keen to avoid was sunburn, and as we were all Irish and mostly fair-skinned, that could have become a problem. The solution was to regularly re-apply sun bloc to all exposed skin. To do this the girls simply stopped, lay down on the pitch and applied the cream to each other’s bodies. By mixing the oil with the sweat, the effect was to create a glossy sheen which made our brief clothing look even more close fitting and clingy, to the extent that it was possible to make out, not just the shape of the boobs, but also the nipples on most of the girls.

I had been anxious but also amused by the attention we were receiving from the soccer players initially, but while we were applying the sun bloc to each other, the effect was even more noticeable. Several of the adjacent teams were now stopping more regularly and coming over, this time with their coaches to watch the show.

The young men however were not the only ones enjoying the view, several of the girls had noticed the strain being induced in the shorts of the footballers and were giggling suggestively in the direction of a particularly handsome group of young men from Sweden who were obviously fit and muscular, but also wore broad and attractive smiles.

Our morning session ended with a light jog around the entire facility by which time I was also becoming intoxicated by the lingering looks and smiles we were attracting from all directions. I instructed the team to cool down before coming in to lunch, and joined in by using the cold showers outside the changing rooms, which took the levels of attention to new heights. By now I could tell several of the girls were becoming extremely suggestive, ensuring they rubbed the cold water over their entire bodies and stretching the tight fabric over their boobs and bums to full effect. The cold water did the trick and most of our nipples were now distinct and clear while our bums and pussies were easy to make out.

The discussion over lunch centred mainly harem escort on which of the young soccer players had the tightest ass and which appeared to have the most distinctive bulge. There was a general consensus that the Swedish lads were the hottest and the tall blonde centre-back got the most votes. I personally opted out of the voting but secretly admired the team captain, slightly older but fit and tanned with gorgeous eyes.

It was now clear that the level of distraction was almost too much in the main pitch area, and I asked the girls to consider going somewhere else in the afternoon. There were howls of complaint from the entire team and suggestions that they would mutiny and lock me in my hotel bedroom while the rest would return to the pitches.

I gave in and agreed we could resume our pitch training in the afternoon for a short session before putting in some long-distance stamina swimming in the hotel pool. We returned to the pitches after lunch for some extra stretching and aerobic work to welcoming smiles and whistles from the adjacent teams to complete our short session and then returned to our hotel, much to the obvious annoyance of all of the soccer teams.

When we arrived at the hotel, I arranged for the team to change and meet back at poolside within 5 mins. I changed into my bikini, which was almost the same size as our training outfit and went back to the pool. The rest of the team arrived together and to my astonishment they were all topless and wearing matching thongs with broad smiles. I must have looked shocked as they reassured me there was one for me and topless was not obligatory.

Once I had got over the initial surprise, I relented and decided, ‘if you can’t beat them, join them’. I dived into the pool, stripped off my bikini top and bottoms, threw them to the poolside and slipped on the thong provided by the girls.

We had worked hard all afternoon and the cool water was refreshing compared to the heat of the morning pitch session. After approx 2 hours of sprint and slow swim sessions we got out to rest and relax for a break.

While we were getting out of the pool, we were shocked to see the entire Swedish soccer team come past the pool area on their way into the hotel, and when they spotted us they immediately diverted to the poolside.

There was now no escaping their attention. We could either jump into the water to protect what little modesty we had left or simply stay where we were and try to look indifferent. The decision was made for me by some of the girls standing up and striding to the other side of the pool, to a grassed area, and begins the bending and stretching exercises again. They were soon joined by the remaining girls who hesitated only briefly before joining their team-mates with more giggles and swaying boobs.

I had no choice but to join the rest of the girls and my initial embarrassment again dissolved as I noticed the soccer lads dive into the pool to obtain ringside seats for what they hoped would be a good show. I smiled when I noticed the captain swim to the poolside nearest to me and hold on to the edge wearing a very broad smile.

The whole team really got into the swing and I have never seen such enthusiastic and energetic bending and stretching by a collection of fit women. This coupled with the fact that we were all naked except for a brief damp thong and simultaneously being voyeured by a very hot Swedish football team, made the whole afternoon an extremely erotic and enjoyable experience. I must say I got carried away by the sexual charge and cheekily shimmied my way closer to the edge of the pool so that as I was bending over or sitting down on the grass, the captain who was by now within 3 yards of me, had a birds eye view right up my ass and I could imagine him watching my wet pussy being stretched in every possible direction.

When we finished our workout, we received a grateful cheer from the footballers with loud cries of:

“More, More, More”!

We all smiled appreciatively and strutted back to the poolside with much giggling and swaying of hips to dive in and cool down again.

Cont’d.

Adventures of a ladies Hockey team

Chapter 2

I insisted our team stick together and after a brief swim we said our farewells to the soccer lads who looked crestfallen at our leaving and made noisy protests mostly in my direction, as we left to return to the sports changing rooms now wrapped in towels.

As we entered the shower block I could hear the Swedish lads returning also to the same shower block.

There was much excited chattering among the girls and by the time we actually got into the shower area, they had each decided who their favourite footballer was and some were openly discussing what they would like to do with them.

I enjoyed listening to their sexually charged ideas and was slightly distracted by a sound coming from the ceiling close to the entrance of the shower area. I immediately suspected that we were being spied upon and quietly kalamış escort left the shower area wrapping myself in a towel.

I crept into the adjacent shower room and was not particularly surprised to see the whole Swedish soccer team butt-naked, cramming into the ceiling void to get an eyeful of my hockey colleagues next door. I was incensed that they would do such a thing and immediately ran forward and roared at them in my best sergeant major voice to get down from there.

They looked absolutely stunned and climbed down immediately, looking very sheepish. They all had obviously been erect and were now becoming flaccid at the shock of being caught. Some of them were also wearing boyish grins, which I decided was not the required response. When I roared again and demanded they show some respect, the captain who was standing closest to me wearing only a towel, whispered in my ear with a low sexy Swedish accent that I was standing in a room full of completely naked horny men, without my towel and it was a bit much to demand complete respect.

It was only then that I realised that as I ran in, my towel had slipped. I blushed from head to foot, but the captain who realised my discomfort, made a generous gesture and removed his towel to cover me.

At this point I could see he was very muscular and handsomely endowed with a now rising member. As I looked around, I noticed the others were now sporting rising erections of all shapes and sizes, and their initial embarrassment at being caught, was now disappearing to be replaced by confidence and a lustful look on their faces.

I realised that all of those fresh erections were in response to my naked presence in their shower room. Some part of my mind became overwhelmed by the ability to create such a sexual reaction in such young fit and attractive men, that I now deliberately removed the towel revealing my naked body again and enjoying the feeling of my nipples hardening and my pussy moistening. I watched ravenously as the reaction among the Swedish lads became more obvious and their members arose magnificently.

The captain smiled at my actions and came closer to me with his member at full stretch. The atmosphere was electric and I could feel myself becoming completely aroused. I bent closer to him and whispered in his ear, that it was wicked to peep on us without our consent, and that if they wanted to watch us shower, they only had to ask. There was however one condition, that if the girls went through with it, the men had to agree to a forfeit of our choosing in return.

His member continued to rise as he smiled and translated for his younger team-mates. The reaction was unanimous smiles all round as I turned on my heel and strutted back to our own shower room with the towel repositioned to rejoin my girls.

The girls were full of questions on my return as they had noticed my absence and subsequently heard me shouting from somewhere. I dropped my towel and rejoined them in the open shower area. I called them together into a huddle and explained what had just happened next door with a shower room of naked horny young men.

I asked for their thoughts and there was an initial gasp followed by silence, after which the keeper Laura suggested, that if they want a show, we should give them a show they’ll never forget. The others giggled at first and then one-by-one agreed to go for it.

They girls and I then positioned ourselves around the shower area ensuring we were each in full view of the shower opening. We could now hear the scrambling and muffled whispering from the ceiling area, so we knew we had our audience.

When we started washing again, this time we made sure we soaped and rinsed all over as slowly as possible, allowing our hands to caress our now erect nipples and boobs, bending over fully to wash between our bum cheeks while giving the best view to the shower opening area. This had an absolutely pussy tingling effect as I imagined all of the naked young men straining to get a better view and all hot and horny as hell to get in with us.

Two of the girls began to wash each other which would be innocent enough normally, however they giggled as they slowly soaped each others bodies always ensuring the bits being soaped were in full view. I could imagine again the reaction this would generate in the young men and smiled as I completed my own ritual by carefully soaping my pussy with my legs spread wide and looked up towards the ceiling smiling as I rinsed off all the soap leaving my skin glistening and pink.

When we each left the shower we smiled up at the dark void above the ceiling and could just make out all the smiling excited faces of our appreciative audience.

There was a lot of excitement among the girls as we got dressed and we discussed at length what the forfeit should be. Eventually we agreed on a plan suggested by Laura, who seemed to have a very vivid imagination.

Cont’d

Adventures of a ladies Hockey team

Chapter 3

We kavacık escort left the shower block now dressed in a variety of short summer dresses and skirts, with an air of excitement and expectation. We were met by the entire Swedish team who were smiling broadly and thanking us profusely for being game enough to put on a show like that. We smiled knowingly that it would soon be out turn to have some fun and a few fantasies fulfilled.

We went to a local restaurant and the Swedish team treated us to a fine meal and some local wine which was lovely. All evening we were lavished attention as there were two men for each of us and the men were competing for our attention and favour. I noticed that some of the men were attempting to seduce their prey by caressing their legs, neck or any other bit they could get access to.

When the meal was finished we advised our hosts that it was time for the forfeit and we would have to return to my hotel suite for the rest of the evening. They purchased some additional wine and we all started back, with a heady mixture of sex, alcohol and excitement filling the atmosphere.

When we reached my suite, we moved the furniture to clear as much space as possible in the middle of the room. I then explained the rules to our young men who looked nervous and excited at the same time.

The men were instructed to strip naked and lie on the floor in circle with feet facing each other like wagon wheel spokes. They did as they were instructed and they did not need much encouragement as there were trousers, shirts and shorts flying in all directions, and in just a few moments there were fourteen naked men lying in a circle, all with raging hard-ons and smiling broadly.

Each of the girls went between two of the lads to straddle over them knowing that they were once again in full view of their ogling smiling faces, and removed from their handbags the short pants they had been wearing earlier. Each then bent over and slowly removed the thong they were now wearing; resulting in strained groans and moans from al round the room. Some of the lads could not resist and slipped their hands up to try and touch al of those damp glistening pussies, however that was not allowed, at least not yet. I adopted my sergeant major voice again and instructed them to keep their hands by their sides or they would be disqualified and have to leave the circle and watch from the side. To my excitement and surprise, they all complied immediately. I now had complete control over 14 naked gorgeous Swedish men in my hotel suite all begging to do my every wish.

Each of the girls now tied their sweaty pants over the faces of the Swedish players as a blindfold but also that they could enjoy the musky aroma. Several of the players now squirmed with pleasure and were finding it difficult to control themselves.

I now explained the rules of the next part. Each of the girls would straddle one of the lads at random, and lower our pussies down over their face. We allowed the guys 60 seconds to smell our pussies and try to match the correct pussy to the knickers over their face. There was to be no licking or sly feeling at this stage at risk of disqualification.

If the guy guessed incorrectly, the girl would lower herself directly onto the guy’s mouth and he must eat her pussy for 3 minutes, before rising and repeating the exercise. If the guy guessed correctly, she would lower herself onto his exposed trembling member and fuck him silly for 3 minutes. If he came during the 3 mins, he was disqualified and left the circle.

The object of the game for the guys was to last as long as possible, guess correctly as many pussies as possible, and fuck as many girls as possible. For the girls, the object was to have your pussy eaten as often as possible by hot horny sex slaves and also to get fucked silly as a consolation prize.

The game began with a lot of intense sniffing, guessing, shouting and laughing as each of the first 7 guys tried to work out which sodden pussy within an inch of their trembling mouth was which and to attempt to fuck it by getting it right or happily chomp on it if it was guessed wrong.

There was a lot of slurping going on and those guys who were greedily sucking pussy were making so much noise the other 7 who had to wait were screaming for time up and next round. I managed to fool my first young stud and he seemed almost relieved to get his mouth onto my horny pussy where he sucked, chewed and chomped greedily for the full 3 minutes. I had not had been so greedily eaten for as long as I could remember and my knees felt weak with the pure ecstatic pleasure of it. I closed my eyes for a moment and enjoyed the sight of this young stud with his face buried deep in my pussy, chewing and slurping for all he was worth. Only the captain had guessed correctly and the youngest girl Janine was crying out with joy as she straddled his throbbing member and pumped him for all she was worth, but he was up to the task, and lasted without coming, much to my satisfaction, as I wanted a piece of that action. One of the guys who had also guessed correctly, got to fuck Laura, and she worked his cock so hard the poor guy came loudly within the 3 minutes and was therefore disqualified. As I called time out and lifted myself off my young stud, he groaned along with the others, while the next 7 squirmed in eager anticipation of a bit of pussy or a good fuck.

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It had been a great evening loads of support from the crowd as I performed my act. Once finished I got to my dressing room and was feeling really excited about the rest of the night. I was going to meet up with Holly at her club to meet Andre and Mac. I was bothered about it at first, but I would only go for it if I felt comfortable.

I had chosen a black Basque to wear and black heels. I placed them all in my hold all and continued to get myself ready, I slipped on a silky halter neck dress I pinned my hair up put my lipstick on, sprayed some scent threw those into the bag and I was ready to go.

I arrived at the club, Holly and me have pretty much free access in each of our clubs, everyone in each knows us well so there was never any trouble getting in. I went into the stage area, and saw Holly and the guys sitting at a table over the other side of the arena.

I got a drink, and walked over. “Hay lady” I said.

Holly got out of her chair and kissed me.

“Honey you made it come and sit.” she replied.

She introduced me to Andre and Mac, my first thoughts? well Hot! Andre was the better of the two and Holly was right they were well built, but I always have trust in her, as she has with me.

We began chatting and having a laugh, and things were going good, I was enjoying the men’s company and their flirty ways, Andre was hitting my lust buttons, I crossed my leg in his direction and as he looked at me and I gave him a look of want.

Holly was looking hot, wearing a black boob tube and black very short leather mini skirt with over the knee boots. She began to get my body tingling and my immediate thought was forget those two, I want you lady! I could not but keep looking over at Andre and he was turning me on big time.

I began thinking about him and Holly Hmm now a plan was building in my head, I lustfully began to think about those two together, and then me joining in, oh my this lot were driving me crazy!

We carried on talking for a good while, before long I wanted to get things going, I gave Holly a signal that it was time to move away from the table, she suggested we all head for her dressing room, so off we went. When we arrived there Andre and Mac sat down, and we went to the Bathroom.

“You ok with them Jessie?” Holly asked

“Oh yes indeed honey, and Andre? shit he is hot. So What are you going to get up to?” I asked.

“Oh don’t worry about me Jessie I am going for well lets just say a meeting.” Holly replied.

While I looked in the mirror Holly came up behind me and began to rub my tits. I turned my head and She gave me a deep kiss, our tongue’s began to dance. I just could not help myself so turned around and took her tits in my hands and massaged them as I teased her tongue back into my mouth.

Holly responded and slowly lifted my dress up over my hips then my tits, she went down and kissed them. Her skirt was so short and I began to rub her pussy, finding her clit I teased her with my hand. She went harder on my nipples as I then took her with my fingers, she loved it.

“Jessie oh fuck are you warming up? oh fuck!” Holly murmured as she took my tits.

“I just want you so bad Holly honey” I replied.

“Fuck you must stop! oh shit! they will be waiting!” replied Holly. She then turned around and rested her butt against the sink.

“They can wait a couple of minutes.” I answered.

I could not ignore her I went down and began to lick her, she was wet and wanted it. She lifted her right leg over my shoulder the heel digging into my back as I went incirli escort into her harder she was so wet and tasted so good. “Fuck yes take me oh fuck yes mmmm so good honey” She whispered.

Holly kept quiet So not to cause a distraction to the guys, it was my night with them and Holly would not want to get in the way, besides she had plans of her own. I carried on down on her until she came, it had to be quick, we had other things to do. We finished our interruption Holly then adjusted herself, gave me a long kiss and left.

“OK” I said to myself “let’s get this show on the road.” I stepped out of the bathroom and looked at them both, “Ok guy’s get yourselves ready, I will be out in a few minutes.” I turned around and went back in the bathroom. I un tied my dress and slid it off, I stood naked in front of the mirror and took my tits on my hands I began to rub them. Then worked them down to my pussy.

I stepped backwards and leant against the wall. The feeling of my hand stroking my pussy was so good, I offered my tit to my mouth and licked my nipple as I began to take myself with my finger.

I began to imagine Andre was fucking me I took myself harder, trying so hard not to scream out “oh fuck me Andre” I whispered as my body slid down the wall. Now sitting on the floor I had to finish myself off, and that I did.

Suddenly I realised where I was, I got up quickly and composed myself I changed into my Basque and put on my heel’s, adjusted my boob’s lipstick on and scent, I was ready. I was feeling so horny after that, and also after my quickie with Holly I needed to get off big time with those two.

I walked out to find them both sitting in chairs fully naked, and I could see Holly was not joking when she mentioned their build they were big.

“So how would you like to do this?” I asked.

“Hay come over here Jessie,” Andre replied.

I strolled over to him, leant over him with my hands on the back of the chair and kissed him, fuck he kissed good, I gave him my tongue and he accepted. I felt his hands go up and down my sides and onto my ass and he began to stroke it.

His hands were so strong. He moved his hands back up my sides and onto my tits, I offered them to his mouth and he rubbed and kissed them, then dropped my Basque off them. My nipples in his mouth as he pushed my tits together I wanted him.

I wanted to taste him badly so I worked my way down, kissing his chest down to his belly and

I was at his cock, very impressive. I knelt down and without delay I took him hard in my mouth.

“Andre you taste good” I said as I came off him.

My hands on his legs I began to quicken, his cock felt so good I wanted to fuck him till he came in my mouth, but I resisted as I wanted him in me. I carried on taking every inch of him, fuck he was so hard as my lips sucked on his tip. He grabbed hold of my head and forced me down onto him I wanted to suck every bit of cum out of him, I came off him and kissed all round his balls.

All of a sudden I felt Mac standing beside me offering me his cock, I came off Andre and took Mac. I wanked Andre as I sucked on Mac, Andre felt like steel, I really needed him in me, Mac felt just as good and I got to say I was loving this already, I faced Andre again and wrapped my tits around his cock and continued on Mac.

Andre then stood up and I had them both either side of my mouth, I pulled them closer and took them with my lips, then taking one cock after the other. Mac began to pump my mouth, he çengelköy escort was quite rough but I was loving it! I came off him and took Andre again, my lips sliding up and down him.

“Fuck Jess oh fuck yes!” He moaned in delight.

“Come on Andre fuck my tits again” I demanded.

He sat back down, and began to fuck my tits again slowly at first, then speeded up as I pushed them harder against him, with me now kneeling Mac walked behind me and went on his knees, I went up on my heels and he began to rub my pussy from behind fuck it felt good, I dropped my head back and Mac took my tongue onto his. There I was getting tit fucked and finger fucked.

I came off Andre and went on all fours and took Andre back in my mouth I then felt Mac’s cock rubbing against my ass he lowered it down onto my pussy and took me. He began to thrust in and out of me and I went with him, moving backwards and forwards, getting fucked and sucking Andre.

“Oh fuck yes Mac” I said coming off Andre for a second. I went back onto Andre, Mac felt so big doing me from behind his hands on my hips as he pounded me. All of a sudden Macs hands were just under my tits and he lifted me up right bent my leg up and held onto it. and began pumping me upwards I dropped my head back and threw my left arm around the back of his neck he threw his tongue into my mouth and I gave mine back.

Andre came over and stood in front of me and began to kiss my tits his tongue on my nipples.

His mouth drove me crazy and I began to ride Mac’s cock. I suddenly wanted them both in me, fuck I had no idea where that came from!

“Mac do my ass.” I pleaded. He came out of me and managed to insert himself into me. I felt tight with my ass wrapped around his cock.

“Oh fuck Yes Mac oh fuck yes” I screamed out.

“Andre fuck me now I want you” I panted at him.

He wet his hand and rubbed my pussy, it was wet enough “just get it in there” I thought. Andre then with a bit of adjustment took me with his cock he began thrusting into me fuck, I can’t explain the feeling it was just so, so good.

I was gone, all my worries were stupid, I was loving this, Mac fucking me from the back, Andre fucking me from the front oh fuck yes. To get a better penetration I hooked my legs up around Andre’s waist he drew closer to me taking my tits again with his mouth. that was much better, Mac got into me much better and deeper, they both pumped away I could feel every thrust both ways.

“Oh fuck yes harder come on harder!” I yelled, I put my arms back around Mac’s neck, Andre supporting me by the legs, Andre felt so good,

I never imagined I would be getting it like this!

As much as I was enjoying myself, I wanted their cocks in my mouth again, I moved off them, and knelt down in front of them, I took them one at a time going on them deeply. I kept this up for a few minutes, and stopped and took Andre by the hand, and led him to Holly’s bed.

I laid Andre down and gave him a 69, Mac came over and knelt on the bed next to my face. I turned my head took him again in my mouth as Andre licked and fucked me with his mouth. Mac began pumping his cock in my mouth as I wanked at Andre’s cock, I then took Andre again in my mouth, then back to Mac I sat up and moved down on Andre, “Come on do my ass Andre its your turn.”

I lowered myself onto him, and he began to pump away straight away, I leant back on my hands and Mac took me in my pussy I began to cum I did not know what name to scream out as they fucked escort bayan beyoğlu me.

“Awww fuck yes oh yes fuck me oh fuck yes, yes! harder Andre harder! Oh yes, mmm fuck yes” I screamed and came on Mac as he pounded into me.

We changed position, Mac laid down and I went on top, sucking on Andre as I rode Mac up and down,

Andre though began to cum I kept him in my mouth as he released himself in me. My mouth tightened around him so he could not escape.

He pulled out and went to the chair and watched me as I rode Mac. I began to cum again, rubbing my tits I began to undo the front of my Basque, and parted it away from my tits slowly, teasing Andre as he watched. I leant back as Mac pumped into me I began to feel him cumin, I quickened the pace as I wanted to cum with him.

“Pump me Mac Make me cum again ooh that’s the way yes let me feel you cum oh yes oh yes fuck yes keep fucking me fuck you feel so fucking good”

I came onto Mac as he came in me. I collapsed on the bed next to him and Andre came over and laid on the other side of me. I stroked each of them, and felt Andre getting hard again so I went down on him making the most of what he had left.

We laid together for a while, just touching each other and kissing. Before long they were both getting hard again I wanted more, I turned on my side and Andre moulded himself against my back and began to finger me from behind.

Mac positioned himself and I began to take his cock in my mouth. Andre quickened with his fingers, fuck I wanted his cock, I reached round and removed his hand and told him to fuck me.

Andre pushed his cock into me and began to pump me slowly, I took Mac into the back of my mouth and he began to thrust me. I moved my mouth up and down on him teasing him. I rubbed my tits as I had them both again, Andre then took hold of me and rolled onto his back with me on my back on top, he began to fuck me hard and cupped my tits.

“Oh Andre yes fuck me good, oh fuck yes!” I wanted him hard. “Yes that’s the way oh fuck

Oh yes mmm oh fuck yes! awwww harder fuck me harder Andre yes oh fuck yes oh so good”

Mac began to wank himself over my tits I stopped him and sucked him getting him harder my thick lips sucking on his end. He pulled out and continued to do himself over my tits until he shot his load over them, I took him in my mouth.

Meantime Andre was pumping away, I sat myself up and took him reverse cowgirl Mac was in the chair watching as I cupped my tits. I was loving this.

“Oh fuck oh fuck yes oh I wanna cum on you Andre oh fuck yes make me cum again Awww yes oh yes”

“Fuck Jess i’m cumin oh fuck I’m cumin.” Andre panted out as he pumped into me faster.

“yes cum Andre cum fucking cum in me, oh yes fuck I can feel you yes harder fuck me harder yes oh fuck Andre yes oh so fucking good oh fuck yes”

I began to feel him tense as he pumped into me and exploded in my pussy. “Oh fuck yes so fucking good oh fuck.” I came again and slowed my pace.

Still sitting on him, Mac came over and kissed me and took my tits one last time with his mouth. He walked off and went off for a shower, I came off Andre and laid next to him my leg bent up on his.

“So Andre honey did you enjoy that?” I asked.

“Oh fuck yes Jessie, that was good.” he replied.

“So if I said to you I want to see you on your own at some point would you like to arrange something?” I asked, I wanted him badly.

“Sure thing Jessie I will leave my number with you and we will meet up.” He replied.

“Cool and how about you me and Holly?” was My next question to him.

“Fuck yes even better, I must say Jessie I never knew you were like this.” He replied.

“Well Andre I know what I like, and I know what I want.” I replied, and yes I wanted it bad.

So I had my threesome and loved every moment of it. I wonder how Holly got on in her meeting?

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