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In the distance, there stood a young woman near a hill. There was nothing particularly abnormal about her. She simply stood there and minded her own business while admiring the scenery. Trees and jade hills could be seen on sides. It was both a gardener’s an arborist’s paradise. Shrubs, orchards, and other plants were scattered about on the hill. The girl walked towards a bench to take a break.

A rough day it was, all she wanted was some leisure time and think about the beauty of the earth. The mundane and banality of leading a perfunctory life were not meant for someone like her. She desired to travel across the continents or at least meet certain people. People of noble or regal stature seemed to fascinate her but due to extenuating circumstances, she could not embark on such a journey. Nonetheless, she saw a particular person of interest, a man who appeared similar in age. Somehow, the man felt familiar somehow. Ah, she remembered something.

On a hazy evening some time ago, the heavens were grey. She was young back then and she never knew better. The same man she saw now was only a college kid and shared her confused and shy demeanour. Nevertheless, the moment their eyes met, the girl suddenly felt an electric sensation tingle through her spine. The girl and boy seemed to be a pair of eternal twins, a pair of yin and yang, and a pair of scales.

They both felt a sense of balance, a sense of purpose, and yearned for something greater. Her heart beat quickly and her mouth felt dry. Something odd began to happen as an aura began to surround her.

A healthy glow amongst the ocean of fog could be seen from the distance and not even the denizens of the nearby cities or towns could explain where it came from. The night swayed her into motion for the heavens were no longer grey and they were finally a dark navy blue and the cosmos littered it. From an eye’s distance, a white and heavenly radiating light could be seen.

The boy blushed, for Starzbet it seemed something indescribable happened. In the midst of the mist, one could see the shape of the girl gradually change. The boy tried to move in to get a better look. However, the fog was too thick and it blinded him. It also obscured the vision of the girl.

The girl’s stature changed from a petit and frail to something like a mountain. The girl’s veins engorged with blood as her arms and legs lengthened. This rush of blood facilitated something quite unusual. Inch by inch, the small bump of her bicep became rounder and wider like a rising hill. At this rate, it became a solid rock of muscle which was the size of a softball. The same could be said for the other bicep too. The vascularity in her forearms increased with every passing second. They seemed turn from thin wires to thick steel rope. Her deltoids seemingly burst to life as they instantly popped up and strained her clothing.

Next, the girl could feel warmth near her chest, something behind her small bust rumbled like an earthquake. Her chest exploded in size as prominent spheric pecs dominated the scene. However, before they could see the day of light, something else occurred. It seemed that softer and marshmallow-like mounds overtook her once big pecs.

Embarrassed, the girl could only think about how big her mounds could get. If an oaf could notice a change but not the boy himself, then, perhaps his sense of perception was as skewed as his taste in women. Thus, with her fear confirmed, her marshmallow-mounds jiggled and inflated in size even more. The boy wondered why the girl was engulfed under an impenetrable fog? Nonetheless, he was still clueless.

Next, the young lady’s legs lengthened in response. Her thin legs experienced a shocking revelation as her smooth skin nearly ruptured with newfound muscle. It rippled across and slowly expanded. Along with it, a network of engorged veins arose. After all, her growing body needed those nutrients to be Starzbet Giriş delivered quickly.

The young lady’s bones lengthened to accommodate her growing frame and it startled her. Dazed, she could not believe with what just happened. As quickly as her growth spurt ended, the heavenly aura ended too. The boy still failed to notice the difference. Thus, a the girl’s cantankerous uncle, came from behind and hit the poor lad with a frying pan. The girl gasped for that was rather blunt and rude of him.

At least the indolent dolt would recognize her now. The boy blushed and here stood a gargantuan amazon of a woman. He noticed how curvy she was still; her muscles added much and it would scare most men. Her marshmallows were as large as the largest of watermelons. This would drive the average crazy for her immense hills indicated fertility. The boy seemed intimidated by her size and she possessed muscles thicker than his chest. As for her height, only the heavens knew, for she seemed to span on for eons.

He breathed and mustered all his courage and overcame his fears. He approached the lady and stood close to her. All he wanted was to be carried by the wonderful and beauteous woman. Alas, it did not seem so, for her uncle again appeared out of nowhere and chased him away. Saddened by this turn of events, she shrank back to her normal size and went about her day.

After she recalled that incident, she would not to allow her uncle to get in her way. She remembered how she felt that day and the embers of passion licked her stone cold and apathetic heart. Her repressed feelings for the young man could no longer be held. He was in front of her and his sweet scent aroused a particular sensation she could not describe. The lady radiated an unusually healthy glow like before. She breathed in and the young man watched with anxiety. He did not seem to recognize her and this hurt her feelings. Like a caustic arrow, this ignominious act stung her heart and she could no longer contain herself. Starzbet Güncel Giriş

Tears streamed down from her cheeks as her transformation began. She began to wail deeply and this seemed to accelerate her transformation. Her biceps ballooned in size, her breasts quickly filled up her dress, her legs thickened and bulged with feminine power. Her biceps went from the size of an apple to a cantaloupe and finally to that of a giant pumpkin. She had abs thicker than bricks and denser than diamonds and they bunched up near her waist. Her legs brimmed with power as they became thicker and wider than two jackfruits. Still, the young man did not remember.

How could such a doofus walk the earth? Here, he blankly stared at a growing giantess. He breathed and stood there and one could not really tell what he was up to. Alas, much to the woman’s fortune, her uncle came and hit the man with a frying pan again. Finally, he remembered that large and beautiful woman who fell in love with him. He felt the same, however, he was not exactly sure how to reciprocate or display his affection.

It appeared that the woman surpassed her previous size. Her biceps and triceps bulged and widened further as they became thick and wide as three watermelons. Her legs were sizeable and thicker than four bulls and denser than steel. Her breasts were quite gigantic and they did not sag and were proportionate. Her uncle attempted to chase away the man again. However, the Amazonian lady grabbed and threw him across the park. This startled the young man as he did not really expect her to act quickly. He remembered that she failed to subdue her madman of an uncle a while back.

Nonetheless, he figured out a way to display his affection. He hugged the woman’s thick legs. Her jeans struggled to contain the girth of such powerful yet feminine legs. Her spring dress hugged her arms, her breasts, and abs rather closely. The man could see the outline of her bra and the girth of her entire hulking body. She lifted the man and embraced him tightly and he could barely breathe. She smothered him so and gave him a very long kiss. The man merely watched and rested his head on her bosom. She put him down and they held hands. They traversed the park and admired sunset and the jade green hills.

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The three sat outside on the porch drinking alcohol and waiting for her to get primed. The men just sat back smoking there cigarettes watching each time she laughed and exposed her breast just a little bit more each time.

Her husband moved next to her and kissed and groped her breast, allowing his friend total view. She knew it was wrong but deep inside she knew it was her fantasy and if only. Brandy enjoyed his kissing and allowed him to slip his hand in her shorts and his fingers into her hot pussy. The touch of his thumb against her clit shot fireworks throughout her body. She felt ashamed and turned on all the while. With every twist of his fingers in her she felt the ache inside increase even more. Finally when he knew that she was close he stopped. Rob knew she was there and didn’t want her to finish, not yet. Rob sat back down next to Dan and grabbed another drink and smiled his wicked smile. Dan just sat there with a state of happy shock on his face. Brandy wasn’t quite sure what to say or do next. She only knew that she needed, wanted more.

Brandy asked Rob to come inside and help her get more drinks deciding she needed to see what his agenda was tonight.

“Rob, what were you thinking out there?” she asked. He came up behind her and grabbed her around her waist then kissed passionately on her neck and blew into her ear just the way he knew would make her melt. She squirmed but not able to control herself she followed his lead and entered his shorts to find his cock and held it firmly. Squeezing it and running her hand up and down it several times. Next she got on her knees and licked his balls and sucked his cock allowing him to shove her head on to his cock deep into her throat.

After sometime he helped her up and told her to go in the bedroom and he would send Dan home. She agreed and went to their bedroom.

Rob went outside with an even Bycasino bigger grin on his face. “Brandy’s gone to bed” he told Dan as he sat down. “Okay, well I guess I should get on home. Let you two finish what you started.”

“Here’s another idea, why don’t I go and start fucking her doggy. She’ll have her face towards the wall; I’ll leave the door cracked. You come in and switch places with me. I’ll get her to suck my cock while you continue reaming her pussy.” He paused, “she won’t have time to think, she’s so horny right now she’ll just be happy to be filled…”

The plan was made and put into motion; Dan decided to go pickup some more drinks at the store giving Rob ample time to set everything up. Ten minutes went by and Dan was back with a raging cock.

He entered the patio door in the bedroom as instructed by Rob; he couldn’t believe Brandy hadn’t noticed it opened. She must really be out of it to not notice the wind blowing the curtains. He stood there behind the curtains watching his best friend fucking his wife. How wrong this was, how incredible this night could, no, would be. How the three would never look at each other the same again. Dan slipped his clothes off still surprised she hadn’t noticed his entry or the sound of his clothing coming off. Rob had heard and seen everything, pointing at her ass and grabbing her tits for Dan’s viewing pleasure. Rob smacked her ass and Brandy let out a scream of desire instantly setting her into ramming speed back and forth on his cock, harder with each blow. Finally Rob gave Dan the cue that it was time to move. Rob asked his wife what toy would she want and got up “to get the toy”. Seconds later Dan had moved into position and began wailing his friend’s wife’s pussy.

Rob stood in awe at his wife being nailed like this. Knowing this was only the second man she’d ever been with. He pressed the Bycasino giriş record button on the camera and moved into position shoving his cock down his beautiful brides throat.

Immediately Brandy began sucking his cock eagerly trying to will it to grow so that she could have more to swallow. Until suddenly she stopped, she realized there was a problem here, how was her husband standing in all his glory in front of her while there was a cock still fucking her from behind. Slowly she looked from her husband to her back. The realization that her husband was not fucking her had finally hit. The realization that Dan had not gone home and was in fact on his knees behind her with his cock still inside her pussy. Immediately she wanted to stop and question why and what they both were thinking, but instead, instead she decided to go along. To finally be that bad girl she had always wanted.

She took her husbands cock in her mouth and swallowed the shaft up to hilt over and over allowing him to know that he was a good boy but would be punished later. She then turned around and began to lavish Dan’s cock with her deep kisses, sucking in more and more.

Rob feeling left out pulled her back and made her lay on her back taking his cock back into her mouth allowing Dan full sight of her pussy.

Dan wasn’t quite sure at first what his friend was wanting but quickly got the hint from Brandy that she wanted to be licked and fucked by his fingers. Licking and sucking on her pussy lips all the while fucking her pussy first with one finger then with two harder and harder with each stroke. He couldn’t get over this vision and continued lapping at her pussy until her hips began bucking. The first orgasm of many to come that night.

Brandy went to her lingerie drawer and pulled out a gathering of toys that shocked and dismayed Dan. Offering him his choice Bycasino güncel giriş to fuck her even harder. Knowing he’d never been allowed to do this before on his own wife. Rob had another thought though, while he took control of the camera he offered his wife again, but for a more personal position of “69”. He gave his wife her favorite tropical lube and told her to have fun.

With every lick, every suck of Dan’s cock her control of her body loosened more and more. Each time he sucked on her pussy and shoved her “purple pussy eater” dildo in her pussy Dan knew she would cum once again. He continued to suck, continue to lick, continued to eat until she bucked no more. The screams of pleasure filled the room until she finally shoved her mouth back on his cock. Sucking harder and harder and licking more and more. Dan couldn’t take it anymore and shot his cum in her mouth. What a glorious feeling, release of all the tension that had built up over the evening.

As Dan laid spent on the bed Rob smacked his wife’s ass once more and told her to get up. He lay on the floor and told her to squat on his cock. Fucking up and down quickly letting out a moan after each twist of her nipple. Each thrust deeper and deeper Rob could feel his load build but wasn’t ready to let her finish.

“Up slut” he stated firmly and she obeyed. He loved when she allowed him to dominate her. He led her back to the bed and told her to position herself for doggy. Dan was ready again but took his cue that this was Rob’s position and instead took his chance with another glorious sucking of his cock.

Rob barely had his cock into position and with just the anticipation of what to come Brandy began bucking and moaning. A firm slap of the ass and she regained control. Sucking Dan’s cock and forcing herself over and over onto Rob’s cock. Rob could take it no more and the release had to come now. With each thrust of his jizz into her pussy the relief set in and he too collapsed.

The three lay in the bed, limbs twisted together unsure where this would take them. Only knowing in this present moment that everything felt so wrong and yet so right…

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Filled with expectation, young accountant Terry Owens (26) drove off in his mid-sized Mazda to the home of his new girlfriend Traci to meet her family and stay the weekend.

Traci has so far stopped him going all the way but he knew if he impressed her family she’d probably allow him to get a leg over.

Terry arrived at 6:30 as arranged and Mrs Cooke greeted him warmly and they called at the kitchen where Traci was preparing dinner. The young couple kissed modestly and then Mrs Cooke, who herself looked a bit of all right, took Terry to his bedroom.

“I’m so pleased Traci has met you,” Mrs Cook said, placing an arm over Terry’s shoulders and waggled the lobe of his far ear briefly before pulling away. “She’s a little shy and my initial impression of you is you’re anything but shy.”

“We have to take people as we find them,” Terry said, attempting to appear philosophical and elevated above the usual guys in their mid-twenties with their focus on sex and running with the gang.

He stared at Mrs Cook’s tits and was certain she pushed them forward a little.

“My focus is to develop a profitable career that also rewards me intellectually.”

“Oooh what high ideals,” she cooed. “Here allow me to congratulate you.”

Terry allowed her to kiss him fully on the lips and felt her press into him. He remained passive in case this was some kind of test. She rubbed his right nipple and pulled away smiling slightly and making no comment about his failure to respond.

“I trust you will find this room comfortable. Bruce and I won’t mind if Traci decides to visit you during the night.”

“But that would be improper,” Terry said in fake protest and the mother laughed and headed for the door and said, “Don’t bother trying to impress me to the max Terry.”

Blood rushed to his face and he only just managed to stop apologizing, knowing that would have only confirmed her impression that he was just another young guy whose core thinking centred on ass, bum and pussy.

Turning at the doorway, Mrs Cooke said, “Settle in and then come through to us. You’ll find condoms in the top drawer of the cabinet beside your bed.”

“Don’t you mean the drawer Bycasino where rests a Gideon Bible?”

“You have impressed me Terry,” she laughed slid a hand down over hip to rest on her ample ass.

The two females and visitor were chatting in the kitchen when Bruce and the Cooke’s younger daughter arrived.

Bruce and Terry shook hands and he introduced Imogen who looked admiringly at his sister’s new boyfriend.

“Do you play sport?” she asked, taking in his body shape.

“Only social age-group football now and I swim, play golf, cycle, run and spend a bit of time with weights.”

“I thought so,” Imogen said and her family looked at her as if wondering what the 22-year old university student was really thinking.

They were almost finished dinner when Traci’s phone rang and she went to the kitchen to answer it.

She returned and said excitedly, “I’m off to Bristol to play in the hockey tournament in the morning. Stephanie Smart sprained her ankle getting off the bus and two other players have eaten something that’s upset them. Coach Murphy has called me and Annie Batten to join the playing side. That was Annie calling; she’s on the way over to collect me. I’m off to pack. I’m sorry about this Terry but I’ll be back early tomorrow evening.”

“That’s fine. Have a great time. I’ll come out to see you off and then return home.”

Traci said no he should stay and enjoy the break and she would rather return home on Sunday with him rather than go by bus.

“Yes stay Terry,” her mother said and Terry said he would like that.

During the night Terry awoke and became someone was standing alongside his bed.

“Who’s there?” he asked hoarsely.

“Shhh it’s Alison,” Traci’s mum said. “I’m checking that you are comfortable.”

“Yes everything is fine,” he whispered. “Rest awhile with me.”

“I won’t do that but I’d like you to touch me.”

“Where?” he asked, his head in a whirl as blood rushed down to his belly and dick.

She took his hand and pulled it under her short nightie.

“Um you want me….?” he began uncertain what to say.

“Yes I want you to work your fingers to push me into an orgasm?”

“Um?”

“What Bycasino giriş is it Terry?”

He stuttered, “Y-you’re my g-girlfriends mother.”

“Well yes and we both know that. Come along, just do it.”

“That’s it Terry, use three fingers or your whole hand if you wish.”

The surrounding of the cavity his fingers targeted was hairy and dripping.

Jesus.

Terry easily slipped in three fingers and thought she felt so big she probably could take his arm up to the elbow. Oh yeah?

He worked away and felt her warming up and she began tapping around her clit. Panting, Alison eventually hissed “faster, faster” and then squirted over his hand and on to the bottom sheet.

“Thanks,” she said.

He invited her to suck his dick and was told not to be so disgusting.

What?

Terry was half asleep at dawn when the top sheet was pulled back. He opened his eyes find he was looking at Imogen, with her bra bunched up under her tits and she was not wearing panties.

“Quickly,” she said. “We have time for a bang before mum and dad stir.”

“Why are you wearing your bra like that?”

“It’s to push up my boobs to make you randy.”

“I’m interested,” he said, leering in the dim light of dawn.

She said good and hopped in alongside. Leaning on his left shoulder, Imogen bent over and pushed her left tit over his mouth and commanded “Suck.”

Terry was impressed with what going to university had apparently taught her about sexual techniques and ability to set a cracking pace with signs of leadership.

He pulled out and emptied over Imogen’s tits and belly and she appeared impressed and was brave enough to scoop a bit into her mouth and swallow.

Gee she impressed him. She obviously liked fucking, possessed a wonderfully firm and well-shaped body and in personality and decisiveness she was streets ahead of Traci. If only… he then sighed.

Imogen stroked Terry’s face and then lifted a breast and said “Suck.”

His dick responded against her belly but she sighed and muttered damn in resignation when she heard the radio switch on in her parent’s bedroom.

Imogen kissed the tip of Terry’s Bycasino güncel giriş nose and said, looking at him tenderly, “I could love you.”

At the doorway she stood like a model, one hand on her hip the other holding up the back of her chestnut hair and she slowly revolved, giving him a great view of ass, tits and pussy.

“What would you like to do today?”

He replied lowering the pitch of his voice, “Go somewhere with you where we could fuck all day.”

She giggled and was gone.

Imogen and her parents and Terry were at a restaurant having lunch when Terry’s phone went.

“Hi,” said Traci.

She asked what he’d been doing and Terry brought her up to date, leaving out the sexual encounters of course and the fact that Imogen’s hand was under the restaurant table and playing with the tab of his zip. He asked her about that morning’s hockey game and she said her team had won.

“Um I’ve met an old friend and have decided to stay the night and there is a chance our coach may want me to be a reserve if our team wins this afternoon and qualifies for the semis in the morning. I can get a ride back with my friend.”

“Oh that’s fine.”

“Um Terry my old friend is male and he appears to be rather excited he’s reconnected with me again. I’m sorry but he appears keen to get something going with me and I find that exciting.”

“Oh, well do you want to speak to your mum?”

“No just give my love to everyone.”

Terry said, “That was Traci. She sends her love to everyone and says she’s staying the night and will find her own way back to Gloucester.”

Reading Terry’s reaction, Alison said, “Has she met an old friend?”

Terry said yes and looked away and the psychologist asked kindly, “Male or female?”

“Male.”

“Oh Terry,” Alison said, reaching across and patting his arm on the table. “I am so sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

Imogen seized the opportunity. “Mum is it okay if I sleep with Terry tonight, er perhaps even earlier than that?”

“Of course dear, Terry will need comforting,” Alison said, and turning to her husband Bruce with his mouth open in shock, said, “Darling flick your fingers at the waitress that seems to appeal to you and order more wine.”

“Um if that’s what you want. Have I missed something; I mean what are we celebrating?”

“We’re celebrating Imogen’s realization that she’s found a decent boyfriend at last.”

Imogen jerked down Terry’s zip.

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The medieval illustrations lied: he wasn’t a monster. But then, a monster wouldn’t have been able to do his job. And how surprising was it that there would be lies associated with demons?

Kari didn’t particularly care what Ashmedai was or wasn’t, he could tell; all she cared about was his hands and lips, and the absolute havoc they were raising with her body. Which was as it should be. “You know,” he murmured into the warm skin of her throat, right where the pulse beat, “you hardly even know me.”

“I don’t usuallymmmmm,” she said, her voice dissolving into a purr as he nipped her throat. “Don’t usually do this–“

“You’re not feeling guilty, surely,” he said, his voice only just audible.

She didn’t answer; he licked her throat, the tip of his tongue barely touching her soft, warm skin, making her shiver. He walked his fingers down her body, opening her shirt and letting his fingertips tease her nipples to hardness. The cold air outside the nightclub helped, but he was certain most of it came from his touch. “Talk to me, little one,” he said. “If you don’t, I might think you don’t love me anymore, and go away.”

“How can I love you?” she asked. “I’ve only just met you–” The words trailed off into a low, shuddering moan as he pinched and twisted her nipples. She Bycasino arched against him pleasure at his touch.

“So it’s just lust then,” he said, smiling into her throat, nipping again. “Well, I can certainly live with that.”

Her hands buried themselves in his hair, and she lifted his head, kissed him hungrily, greedily – or was it gluttony rather than greed, Ashmedai wondered in the back of his mind. Greed for material wealth, gluttony for food. Ardenter, for eating too eagerly–he brought his mind back on the job. Not that it was a hardship; Kari was so sweet, such a tender little morsel….

He pushed her backwards until her back was against the wall, cold brick.

“Here–” she gasped. “Not here–“

“Here or nowhere, kitten,” he said, and pushed her skirt up to her hips. His fingers strayed to her inner thigh, then inside her panties, finding the wetness there. “Want me to stop? Let you go back inside to the club?”

“Nooo…Ash, please….”

“Here, then,” Ashmedai said. He gripped her panties in both hands and yanked once, twice; the side-seams gave way easily, and the thin, lacy little garment fell to the ground. She cried out as though he’d torn her instead of her panties, and again when he took her hands and guided them to his belt buckle.

“You Bycasino giriş know what to do,” he said, and kissed away any protest she might have made; his fingers guided hers in undoing the belt buckle for a moment. But then, when he moved one of his hands to exploring between her legs, her fingers suddenly flew, undoing the buckle and the button fly, and seeking within.

“That’s my girl,” he said, and slid a finger inside her. Her head went back, eyes closed, and she moaned, hips moving as he finger-fucked her. Not for long, though; he let her have some pleasure out of it, then removed his finger. Before she could do more than open her mouth, he’d lifted her, pinning her against the wall again, her feet not touching the ground. She reached down, fingers wrapping around his shaft; he thrust, she guided him into her, and cried out as he penetrated her – the full measure, filling her, in one swift, smooth stroke.

“Still think that here’s a bad idea?” he asked, beginning to fuck her.

She couldn’t answer, only moan, her hands clutching at him.

“Talk to me, kitten, tell me you like it.”

Kari moaned; close enough to a ‘yes’ to suit him. He sped up, taking his own pleasure in hers, in her moans and the way she clung and scratched at Bycasino güncel giriş him, urging him faster and deeper. She’d reached the point of no return; so had he, and he bit at her throat as she clawed at his back as they both came.

“Ash,” she gasped, spent. “Oh my god, Ash, that was…unbelievable.”

He chuckled, nipping and nibbling at her throat, stroking her hair, gradually letting her down to the ground. “Pleasure’s all mine, kitten,” he said as her feet touched the ground.

Her hands went to her skirt, pulling it down – and encountering the evidence of their passion. Her face flushed bright red. “Oh, my god, I can’t go back in there like this. I never do things like this, I’m not like this–“

He stopped her words with a kiss. “You are now, kitten,” he said. An appropriate nickname for her, he thought, the way she’d clawed at his back. If he’d been naked, she’d have shredded his back. Not that he minded that in the least; it was a mark of how completely abandoned she’d been, how far into lust he’d led her.

So far that she’d never come back to the way she’d been.

He could have laughed in joy, except that she’d have misunderstood, and that would have undone all the work he’d just done. He didn’t want to laugh at her; it was just that, damn, he loved his job.

Notes:

14th century German theologian Peter Binsfeld, came up with a demon for each deadly sin – Asmodeus (Ashmedai is an alternate spelling) was the demon he assigned to lust

Why, yes, I was raised Catholic. Why do you ask?

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“Oh, God! I can’t believe he said that about me!” Delilah chuckles with a surprised gesture as she enters another fork full of chicken breast into her mouth. She exhales at the tasteful flavor it eradicates inside, chewing away in bliss.

Sitting at her family’s dinner table alongside Mac, Del is pleased that he offered to make his specialty for dinner: Baked boneless chicken breasts smothered in Campbell’s Cream of Chicken, served with seasoned white jasmine rice, and garlic bread. Granted, it was the only thing Mac was used to cooking, as he picked up the recipe from his favorite aunt, Bernice. Nonetheless, it has served its purpose plenty a day.

“Ugh, no kidding! That man was losing his mind!” Mac says to her as he takes another sip of his orange-soda-flavored Sunkist bottle. “I mean, who the hell is he to judge you OR me, you know? The guy’s in enough of a shit ditch as is!”

“My question is, how can someone be a slut if they are still a virgin?” she asks, referring to herself. “Haha, I mean, it’s kind of a contradiction, isn’t it?”

“My only guess is that when you’re pissed, you kinda lose logic to what the hell you’re saying. Haha.”

“Oy, no kidding. Well… enough about that, dude. That’s in the past, and you can focus on that tomorrow. Tonight is about you and me” Del says with a wink as she takes another bite. “That is, if you don’t mind the subject change.”

Mac shakes his head, chewing away a mouth full of chicken and rice. “Oh, no! Not at all! Heh, what’s on your mind?”

Delilah looks down at her own feet, tapping away at the floor with her white flats. She smiles as she marvels her own sheer pantyhose, and looks back up to Mac. “I just wanted to know for sure what it is you enjoy about this foot fetish of yours before I do something wrong or not the way you’d like.”

Mac nods at her with understanding, watching her as she sips her glass of lemonade. The natural beauty in her eyes as she looks at him while she drinks soothes his soul in a relaxing way. It is to the point where even the smallest gesture she does around him makes his heart melt. He always enjoyed being around her, but this is at a new level of excitement. He looks on as she closes her eyes, enjoying the taste of her lemonade.

Delilah carries on, snapping him out of his gaze phase as she adds “I mean, it’s pretty obvious that you were enjoying what I did today so far. Any advice on what not to do?” Mac ponders a few seconds, finally swallowing the chicken and rice he had in his mouth. “Hmm… there are a couple of things I don’t really like about foot fetishes. I never really got into the BDSM stuff, like domination. Do you know what that is?”

Delilah chuckles as she answers “Yeah, I think I read about that when I was spying on your computer stash. That’s where the guy or girl is like, um… what’s that word… submissive, right?”

“Yeah, that’s it.” Mac clarifies to her, not really too eager to talk about that.

“How come you don’t like that?” She asks, determined to get every detail about his fetish needs correct. Mac finishes off the last of his chicken, and explains “Eh… it’s just not how I get my fix.”

“Haha, have you seen those types of videos before?” Del asks him, gulping down the last of her lemonade.

“Yeah, I remember I saw one video of a guy getting kicked in his balls by a dominatrix. That shit looked so painful, and I had to close the video. She was wearing boots anyway.”

“Haha, what if that was Ms. Dominguez?” Delilah quips, laughing. “Like, her damn side job? Hahaha!”

“Ugh, God, I would be so upset if that was the case!” Mac laughs at the slim possibility.

“Hehe, to each their own, I suppose. Everyone has their own limits to pain and pleasure. But what I’ve noticed from you is that your fetish style is more… casual, if that makes sense.”

“Yeah, I’ve always considered that when it comes to me, my fetish levels are pretty tame.”

“Only when you’re not turned on… hehe, right?”

“… Yeah…”

“Well, that’s the part I want to experience. I want to build you up to that level so you can finally unleash.”

Mac raises an eyebrow, almost impressed at the vigor Delilah is demonstrating. “I understand, Del. It’s funny, actually. The things we just mentioned now? That’s the majority of the fetish community out there, especially online. Not knocking on anybody that’s into that stuff, but, it’s not my style. Like, how can I put this…? I’m more of a sharer, if that makes any sense.”

“Not really recalling what you mean.” Del giggles, entering the last piece of garlic bread into her mouth. “I know the shoeplay is a given for you, for sure, but what do you mean by ‘sharing’?” Mac gulps down the last of his soda, as he is done with his meal. Looking back to Delilah, he asks her “Well, for example, you say that your flats are smelly, right?”

“Hehehe, yeah” she responds in a blushing/teasing manner. “Very smelly…”

“Ok, and you’re pretty much aware Bycasino that I’d like to sniff those flats, right?”

Del mocks a surprised look, making him laugh. “It crossed my mind a couple times,” she answers in a humorous fashion. “Keep going, tiger.”

“Well, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course you can.”

“Before all this fetish stuff, before you know that I liked your feet… if I had asked you if I could smell your flats… would you have let me?”

“Hmm… well… honestly, I’d think it would be kinda weird. But I probably would’ve let you, being that you’re my best friend, and I trust you. Hehe… I would’ve probably made fun about the smell to you, though.”

“I would’ve enjoyed that. Haha.”

“Of course you would’ve. The teasing, duh! Hahaha.”

Mac continues. “Well, let’s say I was sniffing your flats with you next to me. And I was getting so into the fragrance and the odor that came from it.”

“Hahaha, you’re making it sound like my feet smell like roses or something!”

“In a way… they would.”

“Ahhhhh, I see… I guess it’s kinda like a sexual placebo effect… Oh! When you say ‘odor’, you’re not talking about like stepping in dog crap, or anything like that, are you?” Delilah asks, laughing away.

“Ugh, HELL no! Jeez, I’m not THAT intense with my fetish! Haha! No disrespect to the people who ARE into that, though. I just mean more like the natural sweaty scent of your feet being in flats and pantyhose all day.”

“Ahhh, like I did today. I gotcha. Hehe, carry on.” Delilah gets up from her chair carrying her empty plate. She makes her way to the kitchen sink, motioning for Mac to give her his own plate. Standing up with her, he heads to the sink as Del empties the small remains of crumbs into the garbage disposal. She does the same with Mac’s plate, who in turn, makes it his own duty to wash off both dishes for her.

“Aw, you didn’t have to do that, dude,” she says to him. “I don’t mind” Mac says with a smile, scrubbing the plate with the soapy dish sponge. Delilah smiles back and watches him. She lightly sucks on her bottom lip, her feelings for him becoming ever present. As she stands at his right side watching him wash their dishes, she lets her left leg stand over her right. Her toes press hard inside her ballet flat onto the tile floor, demonstrating just how worn out and flexible the shoes have become. “Thank you, tiger. I really appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome” he warmly says to her.

“Hehe, so… I’m watching you sniff my flats, you said…?”

Mac nods. “Yeah, and after a bit, I look at you, with your flat in my hand…”

“Mmm-hmmmm… and then…?”

Rinsing the last soap bubbles off the plates, Mac hands them both to her as she puts them into the dish holder. He resumes “I would then give the flats to you, and watch as you bring one to your own face…” The realization finally hits her, and she says with another giggle “OOOOOOH… I would then smell it as well, right?”

“Yessssss. And we would take turns smelling it. Or I would smell one and you smell the other one.”

“Like, sharing! I get it now! Haha. So you like it when a girl gets into smelling her own shoes?”

Mac snaps his fingers as he says “You got it. It’s such a turn on, you have no idea. Have you ever done that before?”

“Smell my own shoes? Hmm… yeah, but not lately. Probably a while back. You know the converse I usually wear, right?”

Mac smiles at that question, knowing exactly what she meant. “Yeah… black and white low cuts. You wear those all the time. With black ankle socks.”

Del nods at him. “Hehehe, wow, stalker!” she jokes, making him playfully tackle her. “You know I had those shoes since I was 12, right? So about 6 years now…”

Mac looks at her with wide eyes. “Holy shit… that’s amazing!”

Del winks at him again. “Yup… I love those shoes. Black is my favorite color, and I obviously like black socks. Hehe, but yeah, I remember coming home from school one day, and my feet were really hurting. I was sitting in my room, and I was taking my shoes off, trying to ease the aching on my left heel. Dude… as soon as the scent hit my nostrils, I could tell that those shoes were really stinky.”

Mac smiles at her as she tells her story. “I mean, how wouldn’t they be, being that they are 6 years old?”

“Right? But… for some bizarre reason, I didn’t really get grossed out by it.” Delilah motions for Mac to follow her upstairs. Making both their ways to Del’s room, she carries on with her story. “I dunno, call it curiosity or whatever, but something took over me to just bring that shoe to my nose and… and just sniff away.”

Mac bites his lip, looking on with pure interest as he follows her to the top of the stairs. “Wow… um… how was it? How did it smell?”

Delilah blushes at him, knowing that he was enjoying this, and answers honestly. “Like… kinda like sweat, corn chips, and a Bycasino giriş bit of musk.” She looks on at him, his squirming becoming more and more visible. She giggles once again, and steps closer to him. “But most of all… it smelled like my feet.” Mac blinks hard at her and asks “Um… did you like it?”

Delilah smiles again at him, whispering “Keep it a secret…?”

“Of course…” he whispers back to her.

She etches even closer to him, feeling his hands caress her waist. Delilah looks into his eyes, and again honestly answers him. “I kinda did, actually… no joke about that. I mean, I thought for sure that I would be grossed out from the stench, but… I dunno… I guess it’s just a hormonal thing.”

Mac quietly shivers, looking at her. “Oh, God, Del…”

Bringing her arms around his neck, Delilah softly asks him “You know what I did after that, tiger?”

“What did you do…?”

“I… brought my left foot to my nose… and I sniffed it through my sock.”

“Holy shit…”

“It was a very interesting smell. But I… I enjoyed it.”

His lips almost touching hers, Mac asks her “Del… you liked the smell of your feet?”

Nodding in a blushing way, she confesses. “Yeah… I liked the smell of my feet…”

Finally kissing with an overwhelming passion, Delilah exhales at the feeling of Mac’s lips overlapping hers. Each smooch gets louder and more sloppier, with Mac encouraging her to give into her own admission. “Yeah? … You liked it, huh?”

Another kiss. “Mmm… I loved it…” she says with a soft moan, followed by another kiss. “I loved the smell of my stinky feet…”

Mac exhales along with her, stopping his kiss in time for his next question. “So… what’s the plan now?”

Delilah licks her lips, and smiles “Well, I have to do my nightly hour reading, but I can play with my flats for you as I read. How does it sound for you to sit under my reading table? That way you can get a closer and better view of my feet. Hehe.” Mac smiles, liking the sound of that. “I’m so down!”

Opening the door to her room, Delilah leads Mac inside. As he steps onto the plush carpet floor, he takes looks around: A poster of WWE wrestler CM Punk displays itself on her right light-teal-colored wall next to her door. Her flat screen is set up on the opposite wall across from it, with a black love couch in front of it. A cot-sized bed (with a black blanket set, along with 2 pillows in Marvel Comics pillow covers) is set in the far corner of the right wall, placed horizontally beside the wall. And lastly, her small study area (a small reading desk) is right next to her bed.

Delilah’s rotating chair with rolling wheels blocks their path, and she pushes it aside. Mac adores the simplicity and the space that her room provided, and chuckles as he felt the soft carpet floor take in his own socked feet. He sighs again as he feels Del’s hand caress his left shoulder. “Why don’t you get comfortable, tiger, and I’ll put on some study music. That way, it won’t be too quiet” she sweetly says to him.

Mac nods as he makes his way to her bed. “Sounds good. What have you been listening to lately?”

“Well, I usually just blast some WWE tunes, but lately when I read, I’ve been really getting into Pentatonix.”

“Yes, yes! Definitely Pentatonix!” Mac laughs in glee as he sits down on the floor. He positions himself on the left edge of the reading table, with his back cushioned on the edge of bed. In that position, he figures he would have the same view of her feet he had earlier in class, just now on a more submerged level. Delilah sets and connects her AUX cord into her laptop. Using the extra USB slot that is free, she plugs in her speakers to get a better audio experience from her music. Looking back at Mac, she smiles and asks “Hehe, comfortable?”

“I’ll get there,” he responded.

“Be there in a bit, just setting up here!” Del shouts as she swishes her finger on the touch screen of her laptop. She opens up the music app, finding the Pentatonix album she was searching for. Smiling as the music finally echoes through her room, she makes her way to her table, looking at the ever-ready face of Mac.

“You know, it was actually kinda hot when you ignored me in class today,” Mac admitted to her. “Kind of a innocent, but not-so-innocent way.”

Delilah chuckles, taking another step towards him. “Hehehe, yeah I noticed. You were just squirming in your jeans. Only this time, I have a legit reason to ignore you!”

“Haha, yeah. Just don’t forget about me under here!”

“Don’t worry, I got it all under control.”

As Delilah turns on the small lamp, she finally pulls up her rolling chair and sits down in it. Her flat covered feet make their re-debut in front of Mac. The lighting is just right, and Mac crosses his own legs together, leaving plenty of space for Delilah to work her shoeplay magic. She looks down at him again, and makes one last explanation. Bycasino güncel giriş “I’ll also be doing some new ideas I came up with for the shoeplay, but I’ll be sure to do the usual stuff I did at school. I know how much you enjoyed that.”

“Oooh, sounds exciting” Mac says while fiddling with his thumbs, showing off his obvious eagerness.

“If you can help yourself, try not to touch my feet just yet. But, you’re more than welcome to sniff my flats. But ONLY if they’re not on my feet,” she said, sticking her tongue out at him at her challenge. He sticks his tongue out back at her. “No promises, but I’ll do my best.”

“I know, tiger. This is only the first phase,” she says with a wink. ” I gotta read now. See you in a hour!” And with one final smile, she raises back up to the table and begins to turn the page on her textbook.

Precisely 5 minutes pass. Mac watches on, staring at her legs and feet with optimism. Delilah is all into her book, with her toes in her flats pointing into the floor. She rolls her chair back a bit to allow her legs to stretch out. Mac looks on as she lifts her legs off the floor, the pantyhose absorbing the light from her lap. She rotates her lifted ankles from left to right, allowing them to pop slightly. The constant rotating make the flats touch each other consistently. She allows her legs to lower back to the floor, and brings her chair back towards the table.

Mac stares at each movement her flats provides as she wobbles her toes back and forth on the carpet floor. Delilah hums at the music, and allows the heel of her left pantyhose-covered foot to pop out of her flat. She presses her toes into the floor harder, letting the heel expose itself even more. Mac quietly smiles, hypnotized by the shaking of her left leg as her heel slithers out of her flat with confidence. With an audible turn of her page, Delilah shifts a bit, slips her heel back into her flat, and crosses her left leg over her right.

Mac sighs in slight disapproval, hoping for her right leg to cross instead. He knows that he would’ve gotten the ultimate closeup view of her foot in front of his face. However, he also knows that this was going to be a spontaneous battle of patience and perseverance, just like it was in class. All he can do is let her lead the charge, and just hope she eventually does whatever he likes.

Delilah bounces her crossed left leg, and flexes her toes in her flat highly. She keeps them flexed in that position for the next 2 minutes as her leg continuously bounces away, the pantyhose shining from the light of her lamp.

As Mac feels his now awaken penis poking at his sweat shorts, he looks on at the far away object of his desire. He almost doesn’t notice Delilah’s right foot on the floor fidgeting a bit. Not knowing what to do, he chooses to take his gaze off of her crossed leg, and shifts his attention to her right foot in her flat.

Del hums again, playing her innocent role to perfection as she flexes her toes inside her right flat a bit. The strength from her toes stretches the fabric of the shoe as they flex, and Mac smiles at the battle-weary flat. He knows that they are only over a year old, and they are already in worn out condition. No holes or rips, however, which makes him smile at the fact that Delilah takes good care of her shoes. If her converse sneakers are 6 years old, he wonders how her flats would look in that time span. Del taps her right foot on the floor, causing Mac to smirk. She was up to something. The question is, what?

And, as if right on cue, Del pops her right heel out of the flat, exposing itself to Mac’s ever watchful gaze. Del’s left crossed leg stops bouncing for a bit, her focus more on her right foot making its way out of her flat. Mac licks his lips again in suspense; just a bit more, and her lovely toes would finally be exposed. Delilah shakes her right leg up and down in a rapid-like fashion, leaving Mac with no choice but to look on. The shaking of her leg stops, and she finally slides her foot partially out of her right flat, just enough to reveal her toes covered in her clinging, damp pantyhose.

Mac’s penis begins throbbing at the vivacious sight of her foot. It is like her feet got even more beautiful since the last time he saw them this afternoon.

With another turn of her page, Delilah allows her toes to smother and rub into the insole of the old flat, all while her left leg is still crossed. Mac keeps his eyes fixated on her foot, watching as her toes begin to bring themselves to the back of her flat. Once there, her toes begin to press down into it, forcing the flat to raise up vertically. As the flat gets situated in that position, Delilah resumes to bouncing her left crossed leg. Mac doesn’t know which to watch; her bouncing left leg, or the toes that were showing their gripping skills on her right flat. All he knows is he is enjoying every single second of it.

*THUD*

That is until Delilah lets the flat she was placing upwards collapse, falling over the right side of her right foot. It makes another roll onto the carpet floor, the entry of the flat landing first. With the flat inches away from her foot, Mac sighs lustfully. Delilah makes no adjustments, and turns another page, continuing her oblivious and innocent role.

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Inside Gillette Stadium we found our seats pretty easily. We brought jackets and three blankets in case we got cold. When we first sat down we sat Diane, Jose’, Almond, Kasumi, me and then Ann. Someone watching would have seen that at the end of the first quarter the ladies changed seats and it became Almond, Jose’, Kasumi, Ann, me and Diane. During half-time it shifted again and by the end of the game they had shifted again.

After the game we walked back as a family. We shared our thoughts and feelings. At Jose’s motor home we stopped and Diane asked him, “Which of us are you inviting to stay with you tonight?”

I saw the look on his face and knew his fear. What if he picked and the one he picked said, “No thanks”? We might be strong manly men, but rejection wasn’t something we’d ask for. I asked, “Raise your hand if you’d like to be picked.” All female hands went up.

Jose’ smiled and picked Almond and Diane. They high fived each other, kissed Kasumi, Ann and me good night and went inside with Jose’. I held Kasumi’s and Ann’s hands and we went to the bus. I opened the door and they climbed in, Kasumi first. As she climbed the three steps I patted her butt. Ann stepped up on the bottom step and offered her butt for my enjoyment. I used both hands for a minute and she said, “Come inside and start the furnace, please. We’re cold.”

Kasumi was still in her jacket when I climbed into the bus and shut the door. Two minutes later it was warm enough inside and the jackets came off. I held Kasumi and asked, “How do you feel, knowing Jose’ is next door enjoying Almond and Diane?”

She put her arms around me, squeezed a little and said, “I used to worry. He’s a good-looking man and he would be gone sometimes for weeks. I worried that he was with another woman. I don’t worry now. Both of you take good care of us, love us and only leave us to go kill something. I hope he has a good time tonight. I plan to have a good time, too.”

She kissed me and Ann joined the hug and the kissing. Clothes came off and we made our way to the back of the bus and the bed. They teamed up and got me on my back in the middle of the bed. Ann focused on my cock and used her hands and mouth to stimulate the reaction she wanted while Kasumi fed me her breasts, one at a time. Her breasts were small, with small areola and big nipples. They were very sensitive and I discovered again that the harder I sucked the more she liked the feeling. So, I opened my mouth and got most of her breast in my mouth as I sucked, hard.

Meanwhile Ann was doing her best to swallow all of my cock. I felt my hips responding and as she sucked they lifted, making a fucking motion. Her hands held my hips.

When I was hard enough for a different action she guided Kasumi’s hips and my cock to meet and greet each other. As I started to penetrate Kasumi’s puss she sat up, freeing her breast from my mouth and she said, “Ann, I love you! Ben, I love you!”

Ann swung a leg over my head and said, “I love you both.”

Her open, wet vulva lowered itself to my waiting mouth. They kissed and as Kasumi rode me I ate Ann.

I’m sure if we had been paying attention we would have heard people packing up, trucks and RV’s starting and driving away. We didn’t hear any of it.

In the afterglow of our romp we were snuggling in bed together and heard someone pounding on the outside of the other motor home. A voice called out, “You can’t stay here tonight! You have to get out by midnight!”

It was clear to me that we were next. I got up, pulled on some clothes and said, “Ladies, stay in bed. I’ll take care of us.” I swung the door open just as the man wearing a Patriot’s parking uniform hit the side of the motor home.

“I heard you when you woke my brother.” I said. “Give me a few minutes and we’ll be on the road.” He nodded, got back in his golf cart and drove towards two more RV’s.

Jose’ and I high fived each other, readied our vehicles and climbed into the driver’s seats. Almond came flying out of Jose’s motor home. Her Miata was parked between the RV’s! She yelled, “Go! I’ll follow!” She started the Miata and put the top up.

Jose’ laughed, put his RV in Drive and she followed. I followed her. Jose’ headed south, knowing that in the morning Almond needed to go back to D.C. and her cover job with a magazine. He drove for almost an hour, saw a Wal-Mart from the Interstate and ten minutes later we were parked.

Crawling back into bed with Kasumi and Ann was a joy. They had stayed very warm and willing to share their warmth and more. In the morning Almond came to us and kissed all three of us “good-bye for now”. Then she drove away. I wondered how long it would be until she was with us again. A month? A year? Ever?

We got together for lunch. Jose’ asked, “Who is number three?”

NUMBER THREE

Diane smiled and said, “I am.”

Kasumi asked, “Where are we going?”

“North east. Boston, Maine, New England. Bycasino I want to learn about cooking seafood. Chowders, lobsters, crabs, fish, cioppino.”

I said, “I want to learn how to appreciate fish, lobsters, crabs, chowders, and that cioppino stuff, whatever it is!”

“It’s a tomato based sea food stew with clams, lobster, fish, scallops, crayfish, corn, onions and spices in it.” Kasumi said.

Jose’ got out some maps and we planned the next five days travel. Our first stop was Boston. Kasumi and Diane really learned chowders. Red ones and white ones. Ann found a place that taught her Italian pastries. Jose’ and I enjoyed Boston.

Our next stop was north towards Portland Maine. Less than two hundred miles between the two it still took us three days to make the trip. Diane was in charge. This was her trip and any whim she had was followed by us and enjoyed to the fullest. We turned north from where Almond left us and by mid-day we were slightly north of Boston. At Diane’s direction I headed towards the ocean and when we saw it we saw plenty of big, fancy restaurants and Bed fishermen, plumbers, electricians, two different construction companies and a truck from the City Parks and Recreation Department.

Diane said, “Find a place to park. This is it.”

She radioed Kasumi that we were stopping for lunch. We found places to park and walked a block back to Jenny’s. Opening the door was like stepping back in time. Formica tables washed and scrubbed until the color and pattern were gone from the Formica, matching chairs with plastic seats also worn smooth. Chrome napkin dispensers on the tables. The menu was a chalkboard on one wall. I held the door and Diane entered followed by Ann and Kasumi. A woman about fifty smiled and greeted them. She commanded three of the men customers to put two tables together and they jumped to as if she was “Mom.” I knew Diane was right. This was the exact place Diane had been looking for.

Diane and Jenny bonded in microseconds. None of us ordered. Diane told Jenny what she was up to and Jenny accepted the challenge. She turned to head for the kitchen. Diane, Kasumi and Ann followed. Fifteen minutes later they came back, carrying plates of food and looking as if they had been steamed as well. Diane’s sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, her eyes sparkled and she was in heaven. She put a sandwich and slaw in front of me and said, “If you don’t have an orgasm with the first bite I’ll be surprised!”

I grabbed ten napkins from the dispenser and stood to stuff them in my pants. The regulars all around me laughed. I sat back down and took a bite of a lobster roll. It was chunks of lobster, onion, celery, a light dressing inside a steamed, freshly made hot dog bun. Simple food that tasted like heaven!

I did my best to imitate the scene from the movie “When Harry Met Sally” when Sally faked an orgasm. I got a rousing applause and cheers. I also got a kiss from Diane.

Each of us was treated to something Jenny loved to make and serve. Her chowder was thick, strong and incredible! She didn’t skimp on anything. The breads were fresh and complimented the seafood perfectly.

I had noticed it was 1230 when we opened the door. Jenny closed the door to fresh customers at eight (2000 hours). Jose’ and I had bussed tables, washed dishes, swept the floor and run the cash register. The tiny restaurant was packed from before we arrived until almost ten that night (2200 hours). Jenny told us where we could park for the night and sent us home.

As we walked to the motor homes Diane and Ann bubbled over about Jenny, the food, the passion and the delight of working as a team. Kasumi walked a step behind them for half the block, and then Diane turned on her and said, “Do you guys know that Kasumi saw a way to improve something Jenny has been doing for years?”

Suddenly Kasumi was not just included, she was a star. We got her to tell us about it and we got to watch as she lit up and stepped between Diane and Ann and they put their arms around her.

We got to Jose’s motor home first. Diane said, “I know this isn’t exactly what you would call the best vacation ever, but I’m in heaven. Jenny invited us back for another day in the kitchen. Can we stay?”

Jose’ said, “Only if Ben and I can sweep the floors, bus the tables and laugh all day long.”

Diane kissed him and looked at me. I said, “I want more. I want another lobster roll and a bowl of chowder.”

She kissed me, turned to Ann and Kasumi and waited. Ann spoke first. “In the not too distant future I see a small restaurant in our path. A big wonderful kitchen where we dance with food and feed our new community. This is cooking school where we learn to dance together in a kitchen, making magic together. It’s Ok with me if we stay here a week. I cannot remember working so hard and having so much fun ever before in my life! The looks on the faces of the people we served Bycasino giriş made the heat and the rushing all worth while!”

Kasumi said, “The four of us were sisters in the kitchen today. No one was the Boss or the Queen. Jenny treated us all like sisters, learning and laughing. I never knew a kitchen could be like that!”

“So, You’ll stay too?” Diane asked. Kasumi nodded. All three women hugged. As they hugged Kasumi said something and the other two laughed. I asked, “What was that?”

Ann said, “Kasumi said we’d have gotten better tips if Almond had been serving the food.”

“Wear bikini tops and shorts tomorrow!” I said.

Kasumi said, “I’d need to put a lobster roll in mine!”

Jose’ grabbed her and said, “If you do, I get the first bite!” He unlocked their door and Diane said, “Jenny opens the door to start cooking at five. You can arrive whenever you want. I’ll be there at five.”

We walked to our home and went inside. We moved to the spot Jenny told us about and ten minutes later we were all asleep.

At 0445 the alarm woke us. Ann and Diane bounded from bed and at 0455 they were out the door, dressed in shorts, bikini tops, light cotton over shirts and athletic shoes. I heard the door to the other motor home open and close. I didn’t know if Jose’ had gotten up or not. I reset the alarm and at 0600 I was up, dressed in a t-shirt, shorts and athletic shoes. I closed and locked the motor home and heard Jose’ exit his. We walked quickly to Jenny’s and walked in to a packed house. I had thought we would eat and then start helping. I was wrong.

Ann came out of the kitchen delivering food and said, “You’re late! The fun’s already started. One of you take the register and one start bussing tables, Ok?” We both nodded. I pointed at the register and Jose’ went there. I got a tub and started filling it with dirty dishes. Every time one of our wives brought food out of the kitchen one of us got kissed.

Half an hour later I was elbows deep in hot water washing dishes when it hit me that the dishes weren’t dirty. I’d had KP in the military and guys threw food away. They’d take three eggs and eat two. Take two pieces of toast and eat one and a half. These plates had tiny bits of pancake, a little syrup, and a crumb of egg. The food here was worth finishing!

I reached for more dirty dishes to wash and Diane put a fresh hot cup of coffee in my hand. I took a hit and thanked her. She said, “I love how you say you love me.” We kissed and both resumed work.

It was about 0900 when the morning rush slowed down. Jose’ swept the place and brought me the rest of the dirty dishes. We wiped down all the tables, reloaded the salt, pepper, sugar and napkin dispensers and we ate breakfast. After the first bite I knew why the dishes had come to the kitchen so clean. Kasumi came and sat with us. She asked, “What do you think about the syrup?”

“I expected maple syrup. This is that, but with something extra added.”

“Ann added some cinnamon to the syrup. Then she warmed it and everyone raved.”

The day passed with Jose’ and I trading jobs and having fun with the patrons. We didn’t need to do anything to fit in. We were in. In the after lunch break Jose’ and I actually spoke with Jenny. She’d been so busy the rest of the time she hadn’t had time. We found out she inherited the diner. Her husband had bought it and ran it for five years when they first came to Maine, but he died of lead poisoning one night after closing and left her a stack of bills and a restaurant with her name above the door.

Jose’ asked, “Lead poisoning? Thirty-eight or bigger?”

She looked in his eyes and said, “Nine millimeter. Times three.”

“Damn! Sorry.” We said, together.

“You two act like brothers, but you don’t look like brothers. Tell me a story.” Jenny said. As she asked three women joined us at the table.

I said, “Jose’ and I met in the Air Force. He taught me everything I’d ever want to know about pushing a broom or a mop. We’re both retired and looking for a soft place to land, but not too soft.”

“So I’ve figured that Kasumi is attached to Jose’. These two, I’m not sure about.”

Diane smiled and said, “I’m two years older than my sister.”

“And the three of you live in a motor home together?” Jenny asked.

Ann answered, “It’s difficult to do anything separately in a motor home. There isn’t a lot of privacy.”

“Ben, are you married to Diane or Ann?” Jenny faced me for the answer. I hesitated half a second before opening my mouth and she said, “That I understand. You love them both. Since they both have the same last name as you, you found a way to be legal with both of them. They work in the kitchen like the three of them were raised together.”

I asked, “How long has it been since you had a vacation?”

“You mean two days in a row off? There was a hell of a storm three years ago and I lost power Bycasino güncel giriş for three days. I was still here, keeping water outside. I guess that doesn’t count, huh?” She paused. “About six months before my husband died we took a week and went to Nashville.”

“When did he die?” Ann asked.

“2002. August fourteenth.” Jenny looked at the table as she answered. Ann touched her shoulder and suddenly Jenny turned to her and they embraced. Diane and Kasumi joined them.

I motioned to Jose’ and we went outside. We walked down the boardwalk a ways and I said, “When we get settled we should send her some money and have her come visit. The four of them are family. They may not all be married to you and me, but they are sisters.”

Jose’ nodded in agreement, crossed the street and entered a bank. He stepped to a teller and asked, “How much cash can I withdraw on my credit card?” He slid her the card from his wallet.

“Sir, This card is not from this bank. It will take me a minute to find out.” Her fingers danced on the keyboard and it was just about a minute later she said, “One thousand dollars a day, Sir.”

Jose’ smiled and said, “No hundreds. Fifties, twenties, tens and even a few fives, please.”

I slid my card to her and said, “Double it, please.” She smiled and six or seven minutes later we each had a grand in our pockets. As we walked back I asked, “You got this money to leave Jenny for tuition for the cooking school she’s given, eh?”

“Jenny is the kind of woman who found herself on a dirt road with lots of rocks in it and instead of sitting at the side crying she pulled up her socks and went to work. We walked in and were unexpected and meant more work. She opened her arms and heart and took us in. The Hawaiians have a word for that attitude. Ohana. Family. It doesn’t matter that you’ve never met before, you’re already family. I think maybe the two grand we leave in the till tonight will let her know we see her as family, too.”

“We’re too soft to be warriors. Good thing we ran warehouses.” I said.

When we stepped back inside the women were in the back, cooking. The chalkboard said there were two chowders available, cioppino, crab cakes, lobster cakes, and two kinds of lobster entrees. Jose’ and I made sure the tables were stocked, cleaned and ready. We opened the doors and let fresh air in for a few minutes. It lowered the temperature in the kitchen about ten degrees and lasted about two minutes after we closed the doors.

A little after five (1700) four huge men came in together. They took one look at Jose’ and me and asked, “Where’s Jenny?”

“She’s in the back cooking.” Jose’ answered. “We’re just helping out out here.”

Jenny came out of the kitchen wiping her hands with a towel. “Mike, This is Ben and Jose’ they’re helping me out a little today. Ben, Jose’ meet Mike, Tom, Mike and Mike. They’re brothers.”

She disappeared into the kitchen. Jose’ took their orders and went into the back. I got their drinks. Three Heinekens and a Thunder Hole Ale. One of the Mike’s said, “Jenny hasn’t ever had hired help. Now she has two of you? I don’t get it.”

I said, “We don’t work here or for her. Our wives are in the kitchen taking cooking lessons from a master, Jenny. As part payment for her teaching we take care of bussing tables and such.”

“I didn’t know Jenny would teach!” Mike said.

“Maybe no one asked her before.” I said. As I spoke Kasumi, Ann and Diane delivered their dinners. Tom said, “Wow! This is service!”

Jose’ said, “Boys meet Diane, Ann and Kasumi. Enjoy your dinners and when you’re done I request you let them know what you think of their cooking.” While they ate more people came in and Jose’ and I got busy. When the brothers Mike and Tom were finished I got the three wives to come out and get their evaluations.

They blushed at the high praise. The older Mike asked if Jenny would teach his wife how to cook. Jenny said, “If I teach her how to cook the four of you will eat at home every night! These folks live a thousand miles from here. I make money teaching them. I’d lose money teaching your wives. Sorry.” She went back into the kitchen.

Mike said, “When you get back to wherever you have your place, call us. We can supply you with all the fresh seafood you’d ever want. He gave me their card. I figured he’d be getting a call from us. I thanked him and handed him another Heineken.

I went into the kitchen and found Jenny. “Jenny, we haven’t talked money. We need to. Two full intense days of teaching like this is worth a lot. Tell me how much you want.”

She looked at me for a few moments and finally spoke. “I want two things from your family. When your restaurant is up and running I want an invitation to come for a weekend. You pay my way and put me up.”

“That’s only one thing.”

She hesitated again and then said, “I want to be kissed by each of you. I’ve watched. Almost every time you pass each other in the kitchen here or out there, you guys kiss! The only ones who don’t kiss are you and Jose’. Even when y’all are in a rush it’s still a shared kiss. I want a no-hurry kiss from each of you. My last kiss was years ago and that’s just too damned long ago.”

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This series of short stories chronicles the journey of Ashleigh and her friend Danielle, as they explore their sexuality, and progress from teenage sex to the wider reaches of sexual behaviour. They are written from different points of view, to give insight into how the experiences influence the individual characters.

Read the whole set of stories for a better understanding of the characters’ motivation and personality, and watch their exploits unfold with people of both sexes, in single and group situations and within their families.

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My mobile phone rang. I didn’t answer. I just sat up on my bed and listened. The deep breathing started. It got faster and deeper and went on and on. I began to panic and wonder if it was a mistake.

“Is that you Dylan?”

“Of course it is, you pussy … how many other men do you get leering down the phone at you?”

“I just needed to check.”

“Are we still on for tomorrow night, Dani?”

“We are if you tell me what’s going to happen.”

“First, I’m going to strip all your clothes off … when I get you naked, I’ll get my hands all over your tits and your cunt and your arse.”

“That sounds good … what’s next?”

“Then I fuck you with all my might … and cum in every hole … and over your lovely tits.”

“I’m going to swallow your dick … and only spit it out when I can’t breathe … because you’ve filled my mouth with cum.”

It went quiet again, with deep breathing in the background. “Are you wanking?” I asked.

“You talk so fucking sexy … it’s enough to make anyone wank.”

“Have you got any pictures of yourself?”

“What … like holiday snaps?”

“No you idiot … pictures of you wanking.”

“Wait a minute and I’ll take some,” he said. The phone went dead for a while. It bleeped. I stabbed at the buttons in my anxiety to see the picture.

“I like that,” I said, studying the photograph of his hand wrapped around his erect penis, which looked so big because he’d shaved his pubes. “I can’t wait to wrap my lips around it and feel it inside my cunt.”

“You are a very dirty girl, Dani.”

“Wait … I’ll send you a picture … it’ll be with you in no time.”

I made the sexiest pose I could think of and photographed myself, making sure to get my tits into the shot but not my face. I took a few, chose the best, and sent it. I expected an immediate response. Nothing happened. My phone stayed quiet. I began to think it hadn’t arrived. Then I heard the deep breathing again. I expected him to speak. He didn’t. The breathing got louder. Then I realised what was going on.

“You’re still wanking … you fucking bastard.”

“What do you expect when you send me a picture of your fucking lovely tits … with your fingers stuck up your cunt? It’s doing my head in.”

“I love masturbating … then I lick my fingers after I cum,” I said, smiling to myself as I did his head in even more.

“You’re at it again,” he said then let out a loud gasp at the other end of the phone, which reverberated in my ear.

“You’ve cum haven’t you?”

“I’ve needed that all day, Dani.”

“Send me a picture of your cum, you fucking bastard.”

A few moments later, I was looking at a photo of cum splattered across his lower abdomen, with more dribbling down his still-erect dick.

My phone bleeped as another text message came in. It was from Ashleigh. She’d go hysterical if she knew what her brother and I were doing. Her news looked good, so I decided to turn Dylan off until the next night.

“Got to go … roll on tomorrow … we’ll get along famously … don’t be late,” I said to Dylan. He said his goodbyes and I knew the next night wouldn’t come quickly enough for either of us.

I switched my attention to Ashleigh’s text, and prepared myself for a night of torrid girl-on-girl action brought on by her Brazilian waxing.

That was yesterday. Today, I endured hours working on the checkout at the supermarket, only managing to take a quick look at the pictures of Dylan’s prick in my breaks. They made me hot under my uniform — tuning my body up for another night of sex and adventure while my parents were away.

After work, I had a long bath and relaxed while I shaved my cunt, trying to get to every hair and make it as smooth as Ashleigh’s after her Brazilian waxing. Then I massaged cream into my shaven mound and just managed to stop myself from masturbating — to hold on to the lusty feeling for what was to come later.

The doorbell rang. I switched off the TV and checked myself in the mirror: lots of plastered on lipstick and eye makeup; short skirt; no bra, high heels. Exactly the effect I wanted. I slipped off my knickers and hid them behind a cushion. Excitement gripped me. Everything seemed perfect for the moment I’d looked forward to for days.

Despite the intimacy of our telephone sex sessions, I’d hardly seen Dylan for a year. He looked how I remembered: tall with good shoulders; large hands; dark hair ending in wispy curls now he’d let it grow longer; Bycasino a square cut chin covered in stubble; eyes so brown they looked black in some lights; a deep voice; a wide smile from generous lips that reminded me of his sister Ashleigh

He didn’t say anything when I opened the door. There was no need. We both knew what he came for. He looked as anxious to get on with it as I felt. We nodded and smiled as he entered the house.

“I want you to fuck the arse off me,” I whispered as I held the door open and his ear passed close to my mouth. My heart pounded. My temperature rose. I felt giddy.

My remark didn’t change his expression, which was hardly surprising after the sensational sex messages we’d exchanged over the previous few days — telling each other how we lusted after the other’s body and how we longed to fuck each other to a standstill — and the pictures of the previous night.

Looking me up and down, a smirk crossed his face when he noticed I wasn’t wearing a bra. His top lip rose slightly on the right side of his face. My nipples were on stalks, perfectly outlined by the flimsy material of my cheap, white top, slung by strings from my shoulders.

“That’s what I like about you, Danielle … you’re a fucking sex maniac.”

“Did you enjoy the sexts I sent you?”

“I enjoyed wanking over that picture with your fingers up your cunt.”

“If I had a sister who’s so up for sex as Ashleigh … I’d be fucking her … not giving myself a hand job,” I said, looking straight into his eyes, daring him to deny it. He didn’t.

“Are we going to stand here looking at each other all night?” he asked, offering me a bottle of white wine as a present.

“You’re all the present I want tonight,” I said, taking the wine and turning my back on him to lead the way into the sitting room. I wanted him to check out the shortness of my denim skirt, cut down specially to show off the cheeks of my bottom. I wondered if he could spot I wasn’t wearing any knickers.

There was no need to worry. Within seconds, he was clawing at my top from behind, dragging me back towards him. I made token resistance before turning to face him. He was like a man with ten hands — inside my clothes and all over my tits and up my cunt and grabbing my arse and clasping me to him while our mouths slobbered together and our tongues fought like cats in a sack.

I love sex. You look forward to having sex with someone for days and can’t think about anything else and fantasise about what he’ll do to you and get excited about what you’ll do to him. When you meet up, lust takes over and you rip each other’s clothes off in your desperation to get naked. Then you’re all over each other — sucking and fucking and moving on to the next thing without finishing the first — in the mad rush to do everything at once.

Dylan pushed me down, half on the settee and half on the floor. He stuck his dick inside my cunt from behind, fucking me with my head over the arm of the chair. His thrusts were so violent, the settee moved across the carpet beneath me. I pushed my arse upwards and back into him, our bodies slapping together when they met.

Then, I fucked his knob-end with my mouth while wanking at his length. I licked down his ten inches, intending to suck his balls — but he was so hard they had disappeared up inside the base of his dick, to form a continuous member of solid man-meat.

The frenzy continued. Hands went everywhere again. He grabbed my ankles and pulled my arse to the edge of the settee and opened my legs to expose my cunt.

“I love shaved cunt … much better to suck and fuck.”

“I wanked myself off last night looking at the picture of your dick covered in cum, Dylan,” I said, but didn’t tell him his sister watched me do it.

“A slut like you needs a regular fuck.”

“It’s the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m going to take more pictures of your cunt before I’m finished,” he said, positioning his dick against my labia and pushing into me. Within seconds, his knob-end was hitting the back of my womb, taking my breath away with each stoke.

The settee moved again as he pulled out almost completely and pounded into me up to the hilt and repeated it, building up a rhythm, building up speed. I synchronised with his movement, grinding my cunt into him every time he reached maximum depth inside me, both of us snorting like horses on the charge.

It couldn’t last long. The frenzy had to give. I was near to orgasm but knew I’d never reach it from penetration alone. So, he had to cum first. He started to gasp. He fucked me faster. Sweat ran down his hair and flew off into my face. I knew it was close. Then I felt warm liquid pumping inside me as he let out a long moan to signal the end.

He fell forward on top of me. I rolled him onto his back and removed his dick from inside me. Warm cum oozed from my cunt, cooling as it ran down my leg. I moved up over him, dribbling more cum onto his chest as I shuffled up to his mouth.

The heaviness of his breath on my Bycasino giriş soaking cunt nearly got me to the orgasm I so wanted — but not quite. He stuck out his tongue to lick at the cream pie of my cunt before searching for my clit. I turned to find his dick with my mouth. The spicy smell of his cum, mixed with the fragrance of my juices, took me closer to climax.

I lay on top of him in soixante-neuf: him sucking my clit and eating his own cum from my cunt; me licking his dick clean before swallowing as much of his length as I could; cum spread out to cover the space between his chest and my body; both of us drenched in sweat.

The wave of contraction started in my clit. It spread across my lower abdomen and round to my arsehole. The whole area began to spasm. I could take no more. As the orgasm shuddered through me, I disengaged from his dick to let out a scream that echoed around the house.

Dylan could have imagined I’d not had an orgasm for days. He didn’t know his sister had given me several during the previous night. Not that it mattered — you can never have too many — and the latest orgasm always feels the best.

The tension eased from my body and I sank onto his, his dick in my hand, within inches of my face. I drifted into that sleep-like world known only to girls just after they climax — a world impossible to reach by any other route — a world of bliss — a world where your body is sensitive to the gentlest touch — a world where you want to live forever.

“You’ve learnt … a lot about … how to satisfy … a girl … since last time,” I said between breaths, as I came back down to earth.

“And you’re sucking cock like a porn star,” he said to my cunt.

“You can do anything you want to me.”

“I love fucking sluts like you … who’re never satisfied until their cunts are so sore they can’t take any more.”

“I bet I can keep going for longer than you, Dylan.”

“It’s easy for girls … they don’t have a cock to keep erect.”

“You’re doing a fair job so far,” I said, watching his erection recover in front of my face. I pushed back his foreskin with my lips and sucked on his knob-end and then sucked his balls to make him fully erect again.

His length slid across my tongue, gagging me on its journey down my throat. I tried to reach my lips to the base of his dick but he was too big. Saliva dribbled down my chin and onto his legs, like cum. Then I sucked him like I’d never sucked before, wanking him at the same time.

“Come here, you dirty twat,” he said, lifting me up off the floor and throwing me onto the settee and grabbing my ankles and opening my legs as wide as they would go. “I need another go at your cunt.”

He pushed two of his large fingers inside me, quickly increasing this to three when he realised my cunt was big enough to take them. After finger fucking me for an age, he pushed the fourth finger hard into me.

“Yeh, give me more of that, Dylan,” I said holding his hand tight against me, forcing myself against him, cunt juice gushing.

He snorted and laughed and pushed his thumb against my clit without changing rhythm. I felt my clit swell as he worked on it. Then, it was all change again as he extracted his hand and pushed his fingers into my mouth for me to savour the taste of spring flowers and sweat and a hint of spice left from his cum.

His mouth descended onto my soaking wet twat. He drank his fill of juice and looked at me and licked his lips before going in for more. His tongue worked on my labia as he sucked and bit at my clit. Another wave of contractions started. It made my head swim. I laid back and left him to it.

In no time, I reached a second climax — not bad going, seeing as it felt as if he’d only just arrived. I didn’t hold back and the noise of my satisfaction filled the room. The orgasm swam through my body, making me gasp for breath as if I’d just finished a hundred metres sprint.

I expected to rest and recover slowly, like the first time. Dylan had other ideas. He didn’t wait for the contractions in my cunt to stop. He kept going — sucking and licking and biting as if nothing had happened.

“Dylan … stop … I can’t take any more,” I said.

He ignored my pleas. If anything, his tongue lashed faster, and he sucked stronger and he bit harder. I fought him, wanting him to stop, needing him to stop. I pleaded again. He kept going. I felt another climax coming but felt as if I couldn’t take it.

My body pushed against him as if it had a mind of its own — as if it knew what was coming and intended to make the most of the opportunity.

The orgasm hit me. It felt like no other I’d ever had before. Not even Ashleigh had made me cum so strongly — and so loudly.

I didn’t realise how tense my body had become until I collapsed back into the settee. My cunt went into a spasm and the whole of my lower abdomen twitched uncontrollably. I let out a long low sigh.

Dylan continued. I begged him to stop. It made no difference. He kept at it: sucking and Bycasino güncel giriş licking and biting and rolling my clit between his lips. I didn’t think my body could take any more. I fought against him. It made no difference.

Then, I went through some sort of barrier — and there was no way I wanted him to stop. Another orgasm swept through me. This time, Dylan kept going and going. I was too far away to protest.

Orgasms flooded through me, one after another. I lost all understanding of where I was and who I was, drifting through a continuum that took over my existence.

I felt him roll away from me, but didn’t care about anything or anyone. Drunk with ecstasy, the room was swaying. My brain, my body, my nipples, my cunt were throbbing. My hands were trembling. My legs were shaking. My toes were curling and uncurling. My toenails ached.

I became aware of Dylan propped up on his elbow, watching me. His heavy breath wafted across my tits and I shuddered as it produced another orgasm. I didn’t believe it was possible. I tell you: it is.

“You OK?” he asked.

It was a while until I could answer. “What did you do to me?”

“I’ve never seen anyone react like that before.”

“You have a special gift, Dylan … nobody gives orgasms like you.”

“I’m pleased you liked it.”

“I’ll never get another better than that … you can come back whenever you like.”

“I like,” he said, pulling my nipple ring in his direction, with me behind it. He took my nipple, the ring and a large slice of my tit into his mouth and sucked at it. My body was so exhausted; I fell on top of him.

My tits spread over his face. It was his turn to splutter as he fought to breathe. I should have released him, but didn’t. I let him thrash around and ground my tits further into his face. He pushed me off and I landed half on the settee and half on the floor — both of us laughing like crazy people.

“Give me a pose,” he said, holding his mobile phone ready to take a shot.

“Keep my face out of it … I don’t trust you … anyone could see it … I don’t want to be recognised.”

He nodded.

“You must send me copies, too.”

He nodded again. I recognised the lust rising in him as I started to pose. I laid back and pulled open my cunt with both hands so he could see inside me. The camera clicked. I placed a finger inside my cunt. The camera clicked again. I pushed two fingers inside. Click. Three fingers. Click. I moved them around to different angles. Click. Click. Click.

I changed position and pushed my arse towards him. Click.

I pulled on my arse cheeks so he could take a picture of my arsehole and cunt together. Click.

I pushed a finger inside my cunt from underneath. Click. Then I added another, this time up my arsehole. Click. Click.

His dick was rock hard. He pushed it past my finger and into my cunt from behind, leaning back. Click.

He withdrew and turned me around and offered his dick to my mouth. I licked at it. Click.

I wrapped my lips around his knob-end. Click.

I took a good length inside my mouth. Click.

“Wank me with your mouth, you fucking bitch,” he ordered. “I want to take a video clip.”

So I did and he filmed me. Then it was back to sucking and fucking again. He fell on my cunt like a man possessed by porn demons, anxious to keep up the momentum of the sex. This time, his hand went between my legs and his finger traced a figure of eight around my arsehole. Click.

He stopped licking my cunt and his tongue went further south until it reached my arsehole. He pushed against me, layering on loads of spit. The thrill of having the sensitivity of my anus tongued sent waves of lust through me. I wanted more. I wanted the ultimate.

I grabbed the phone and turned the camera on him as he wetted my arsehole with saliva. Click.

Then his finger dipped into the spit and moved in circles around my arsehole before penetrating me. Click.

I felt him push it up my arse. Click.

Two fingers went inside me. He nailed me hard — finger fucking me up the arse. Click. Click.

“Fuck me up the arse, Dylan,” I said, anxious to move on to the main agenda. The phoned dropped to the floor with a clatter.

He positioned me on all fours, spread across the settee, and I felt something cold and oily being spread around my arsehole. I don’t know where it came from. I looked around as he wanked some into his dick and felt him place his erection against my arsehole.

A few shoves and partial withdrawals and a few more shoves and shouts of encouragement and gasping, and his dick became fully embedded up my arse. My muscles tightened around his length as he held it there, waiting for me to relax before starting the onslaught.

I love the feeling of an erect cock inside my arse. I feel special, like I’m the only one who dares to experiment with extreme sex. I know it’s not true, but don’t care — I like doing things other women would never entertain.

My arsehole relaxed as it grew accustomed to being impregnated with ten inches of solid dick. Dylan began to fuck me, slowly at first, responding to the tightness. He built up the speed and energy behind each thrust, until his dick was pounding me just as hard as it did earlier, up my cunt.

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The first time Luther ever laid eyes on Sadie, the only way to describe his reaction to her is to say that he had an incredible, almost scary, feeling of awe. He also knew he could fall in love with her. It was a warm, muggy day in early May, and he was hiking at a community park near the campus of the university he attended in Florida.

It was a large park, some of it open, some of it wooded, with picnic tables, tennis courts, a playground, and clean restrooms. There was a large lake with a trail all the way around the circumference of it. One lap around the lake was about two-and-a-half miles, so Luther would often run or walk from his apartment to the park, take a lap around the lake, and then head back, and he’d get himself a pretty good workout.

Luther was hiking out from the trees when he heard a small commotion. Fifty yards ahead he saw a group of people on the bank at the water’s edge, excitedly focused on something, and a small dog was barking and shrieking its head off. He jogged over to see what was happening.

The dog was about twenty pounds, some fearless terrier, straining on its six-foot leash which was barely being grasped by a young mother with a little girl at her side. And right there on the bank, tete-a-tete with the pooch, was a squirmy, hissing alligator.

The gator looked to be about seven feet; it was hard to tell because some of its tail was under water. Luther had seen gators around this lake before, but usually they were minding their own business, floating on the surface or sunning themselves on a far bank. But this reptile was not in a good mood, and the onlookers seemed to be hypnotized with no idea what to do.

“For God’s sake, get that dog away from here!” a sharp, female voice cried out.

Luther, and everyone else, turned toward the voice. Standing to his right was a young woman with a concerned look on her face. She was tall and slim, and appeared to be about Luther’s age, with a dark complexion, big brown eyes, an aquiline nose and long, black, braided hair. She was dressed in blue denim cutoffs and a peasant top.

“I’m serious, take that dog away,” she said. “That’s a bull gator and it’s mating season; that dog could be lunch.”

Finally, a teen boy took action and picked up the dog and they backed away.

“Take off your belt,” she said, looking at Luther.

“Huh?” he said.

The alligator’s tail swung hard to its left, pivoting the body to the right, scaring the shit out of everybody, and moving a bit farther up the bank. The young woman tossed her satchel on the ground and kicked off her flip-flops and walked into the water, approaching the gator from behind. She jumped onto its broad back and gripped him with her hands on each side of his neck. After a moment or two the beast stabilized, and she slipped her hands around the closed snout and held tight.

“Can I borrow your belt?” she said to Luther. “You’ll get it back.”

Sheepishly, Luther unbuckled his leather belt and pulled it off and moved closer, holding it out for her.

“Loop it through the buckle,” she said.

Luther did. She pulled the snout up so it pointed toward the sky.

“Now lower it over the snout.”

Luther did as instructed, dangling the belt and lowering it around the snout. She tightened the belt as hard as she could and pulled it back the opposite way and fastened it. With leverage and stringy strength, she wrestled the gator onto its back and held the belt firmly.

“Somebody call the police,” she hollered. “They’ll need to get the Critter Gitter over here. They’ll want to relocate this bad boy.”

A woman called 911 on her cell and explained the situation. She told the dispatcher that a young lady had subdued the animal. “Oh, I think she knows what she’s doing,” they heard her say.

While they waited, the young woman kept the less-active gator under control. Within five minutes a police cruiser arrived, and then the wildlife control guys showed up and took over. They taped up the gator’s choppers and tossed Luther’s belt on the grass, then hauled and wedged the big fella into their truck.

Luther picked up his belt and looped it around his waist. He lingered while people congratulated the gator girl. When the group had dispersed, he approached her.

“That was amazing!” he said. “You were very brave, and comforting. You obviously knew what you were doing. Very impressive.”

“Thanks,” she said, blushing. “Ya don’t want to take any chances with a bull this time of year. That gator was bold; I think somebody’s been feeding them. That’s never a good idea.”

“How did you learn to do that?”

She shrugged. “Grew up with them.”

Luther found himself not only impressed, but very attracted to this girl. She was not what he would call pretty, but she had a primal, almost savage sexiness to her. Tall and rangy, with small breasts and long, lean legs, and defined longitudinal muscles lining her forearms and calves.

“Grew up with them?”

“Yeah. In the Bycasino Big Cypress.”

She grew up in a swamp? he thought. Luther was a city boy, raised in the suburbs, so this was foreign to him. He was now even more intrigued by this exotic lady.

“My name is Luther,” he said, and held out his hand and they shook. “Very nice to meet you.”

“Sadie,” she said. “Nice to meet you too.”

Luther looked at his watch. It was getting on late afternoon, happy hour somewhere.

“Could I buy you a drink? Or a coffee or tea?” he said. “You don’t have to run off, do you?”

Sadie paused briefly, her natural caution, as if trying to decide whether she should. She felt tentative around others, especially in populated areas, but she knew she had to be more open and sociable. She smiled, and her posture relaxed.

“How about a smoothie?” she said.

“Smoothies for two coming up!” he said with a smile. The smoothie shop was only a short walk down the road.

They further introduced themselves as they walked to the shop. Luther told her he was finishing up his next-to-last semester at the university with a major of Business Administration, and often would hike and run at the park. He learned that Sadie had just visited the campus and had enrolled for summer school and would be starting class later that month. At twenty, she was starting college kind of late. She would be majoring in Wildlife and Wildlands Science.

At the shop Luther ordered two large smoothies: A pineapple-mango for himself and a cherry-vanilla for Sadie. They sat at a table by the window and made small talk. Sadie gradually relaxed, and Luther learned quite a bit about her.

—-

Sadie grew up in the swamp, on a hammock edging the Everglades and the Big Cypress. Her mother Mika was a Miccosukee Indian and her father Frank was a white guy from Georgia. He was a swamp rat, grew up hunting and trapping in another big swamp, the Okefenokee. He met her mother on a trip to the Glades, fell in love, and only went back to Georgia to pack up and say goodbye. He moved down to the Glades and he and Mika found their own space, where they homesteaded, and Frank built them a cabin. Frank fished and trapped and hunted for food to eat and to sell in nearby towns. He was also a handy mechanic, known for miles around as the guy who could fix almost anything.

Sadie learned from her father at an early age how to fish and hunt and trap, and helped bring food to their table. She loved where they lived and took great interest in her surroundings. She was entranced by the myriad flora and fauna and learned all she could about every one. Her education consisted of waking up everyday and absorbing the beauty around her, and sporadic attendance at a one-room schoolhouse in a hamlet about five miles away. She would walk and run to school, sometimes her Dad would give her a lift in the airboat, but just as often she was too busy out in the marsh to bother. She attended class off and on for eleven years. But she loved when Dad would go to town for provisions, and she would go along and load up on library books, and bring them home and bury herself in the pages.

The university had a field lab on the road skirting the swamp about six miles north of their cabin. When she was twelve, she’d heard that they would pay good money for venomous snakes of the region. One day she hiked over there to find out if that was true. There were two men there, both scientists, Mr. Jake and Mr. Fred, and they assured her it was true, fifty dollars for each rattler or cottonmouth, and seventy-five for a coral snake. They used them for research and to sell to other institutions. She said okay, she would bring them some. They got a kick out of this saucy young gal, but they liked her and humored her, and told her to go ahead, but to be careful, and they would stock up on petty cash. But, damn if they didn’t end up paying her quite a bit of dough.

Over the next few years, they became her steady customers. Sadie would show up once a week with three or four snakes, and go home with cash, half of which would go to the household and half of which she would save. On those visits she would hang around and talk to the men and pepper them with questions and learn all she could about her environment and the wildlife and the plants and the ecosystem. The men were impressed with this sharp young lady from the swamp, and encouraged her to get her high school equivalency, take the placement exams and apply to the university. They wrote glowing letters of recommendation for her. And now, here she was.

—-

Luther sucked his straw and heard the sickly slurp of an empty cup.

“What an amazing story!” he exclaimed.

Sadie shrugged. It was her life, much different than his, but nothing remarkable. Luther’s life in the suburbs was equally as foreign to her. She said she had to be going. She had an appointment with a lady who rented rooms to students. Then she had to catch the Greyhound for the three-hour bus ride home. She didn’t own Bycasino giriş a car.

Luther asked Sadie if he could see her again. She shrugged again and they exchanged numbers. Sadie didn’t have many friends, and she was uncomfortable around a lot of people. This was one reason she’d decided to matriculate for the summer sessions, when the classes were smaller and the campus uncrowded. Luther decided then that he would register for summer school, and graduate in August rather than wait until December.

“There’s no signal at home,” she said. “So you might not be able to reach me.”

—-

When Sadie came back for classes, she and Luther began seeing each other. He was fascinated by her and he wanted to get to know her. She was not the typical college girl that he could party with and get high with and get into bed. To Luther, she was as mysterious a specimen of wildlife as the snakes and gators.

They met for smoothies again–the girl loved smoothies, that was one plus for civilization–and then lunch, after which he kissed her for the first time. Then dinner, when they kissed some more, and a few other dates. Luther suggested coming home with him, or getting a hotel room, but she nixed that idea. Sadie’s landlady was strict about guests, so their dates usually ended with a make-out session on the front porch swing.

Independence Day was approaching. Luther said something to Sadie about going to the fireworks together, but she said she couldn’t go. Too noisy and too many people. She would be busing home for the weekend.

“Could I drive you?” Luther asked.

“What? You drive me home?” Sadie asked. “Oh, no, Luther, I couldn’t let you do that. It’s a three hour drive each way!”

“That’s okay, I’d like to. I’d love to see where you’re from, it sounds interesting to me, so exotic. You can give me a tour, show me your favorite places.”

They batted it back and forth for a few minutes, and Sadie accepted.

“Okay, Luther, I accept. But I will buy your gas and your meals.”

—-

July fourth fell on Monday, making for a long weekend. Saturday morning Luther picked up Sadie and they headed off. It was a sunny, clear day and driving was easy. They talked about anything and everything, plus Sadie told him about where they were headed and some of her memories and favorite spots. She held his right hand when he wasn’t shifting gears.

The first two hours were over well-traveled highways, then they turned onto a two-lane which continued to narrow as they drove into the backcountry. Luther’s nose crinkled with the sour, sulfurous miasma of the swamp.

“Home sweet home,” Sadie said, as if on cue. “God, I love that smell.”

Finally, they arrived at a hamlet beside a wide-open area of water. There were a few houses and shops including a general store, a restaurant, and a bait and tackle shop. There was a neon Busch Beer sign flashing in the window.

“Park over there,” Sadie said, pointing to a small lot. “You can leave your car there.”

They grabbed their bags, locked the car and walked into the bait shop. The place was cluttered with merchandise piled everywhere, a cooler along one wall, and two ceiling fans struggling to cool the place. Behind the counter sat a chubby dark man with long white hair on his head surrounding a bald dome on top.

“Howdy, Hawk,” Sadie said, as the man stood.

“Well, hello Miss Sadie, welcome home. Home from college, are ya?”

“Yes sir, just for the weekend.” She introduced Hawk and Luther. “Got any good fish today?”

“Grouper’s good. Fresh from the gulf.”

“Okay, give me two pounds.”

Hawk went into the back room and cut and wrapped the fish and returned and placed it on the counter.

“Need anything else? Like maybe insect repellent?”

Sadie laughed, looking at Luther. “Good thinking, Hawk. One can, please.” He put a can of Deet on the counter next to the fish. “How much do I owe you?”

Hawk look at the goods and scratched his chin. “Gimme twenty bucks,” he said.

“Got a boat I can use?” Sadie said, after paying up.

“Take number two, tank’s full. Your Dad just overhauled the carburetor this week, it could use a workout.”

They walked out where several boats were in slips along the dock. They tossed their bags onto a twelve-foot airboat. Sadie untied it and pushed off. Luther had barely sat down on the bench when the engine roared to life, and off they went. Slowly for about the first forty yards, then she hit the gas. It was too loud to talk without screaming.

They zipped over the open water but soon were barreling down narrow alleyways bordered on either side by grasses eight feet high. Luther guessed they had to be going thirty or thirty-five miles per hour, and Sadie only slowed down when she had to make a turn, and would skillfully maneuver the boat into another narrow, grass-lined waterway. The thought crossed Luther’s mind that if something happened to Sadie out here, he would die. It was a maze he’d never get out of.

Then Bycasino güncel giriş suddenly the boat slowed, and Sadie cut the engine and they were adrift. She sat down on the bench beside him. She took his hand but didn’t say anything.

“What are we doing?” Luther asked.

“Just wait,” Sadie said softly. “I love this spot. After it’s been quiet for a few minutes, you’ll see.”

They slowly drifted. Even though the swamp water seemed still as a millpond, Luther could feel a subtle current pulling them along.

“Look!” Sadie whispered, pointing off to their left. “Moccasins!” They watched two snakes swimming with their fat heads craned above the water, until they disappeared into the grass.

Sadie reached into her satchel and pulled out a baggie which contained two marshmallows. She threw the marshmallows into the water.

“What was that?” Luther asked.

“I want to introduce you to Mabel. Oh, here she comes now,” she said, pointing to their right.

Luther looked over and saw an alligator swimming toward the boat. It opened its mouth and the marshmallows disappeared into it. The gator hung around the boat for a couple minutes as they floated, and then swam off. For the next twenty minutes they drifted and basked under the warm sun, watching the comings and goings of numerous birds, a stork, an ibis, spoonbills, pelicans, herons and egrets. Sadie identified all of them, as well as most of the plants and trees along the way.

“I wonder if Mongo is out today?” Sadie said.

“Mongo? Who’s Mongo?” Luther asked.

“You’ll know him when you see him,” she said.

She started up the boat engine and they sped off. They passed a rise where a pack of wild hogs were scavenging, and a couple of them stopped and stared at them as they passed by.

Sadie backed off the throttle as they entered a watery expanse. She tapped Luther on the shoulder and pointed to the left bank. Luther’s eyes dilated as he took in the sight of a gigantic alligator, easily sixteen feet long and nearly four feet wide, lying lazily on the grass.

“Mongo!” he shouted. Sadie smiled and nodded.

A few minutes later a log cabin came into view, and as the boat puttered up to the dock a woman came out onto the porch and waved. It was Sadie’s mother, who hugged her daughter and welcomed them in. Her Dad, a huge man with a thick mane of black-gray hair and arms like tree trunks came in the back door drinking a beer, and soon Luther had one too. They talked a while, then Sadie and Mika fried up the fish and they all ate an early supper.

“Luther is the first person I met on campus,” Sadie said. “I’m taking him to The Nest.”

“Ah nice,” Frank said. “Beautiful night for it. I was out there last week and repaired the screen.”

“I’ll fix you a cooler,” Mika said.

A half hour later Luther and Sadie got back on the airboat with a cooler full of food and drink and a stuffed duffel bag. For the next twenty minutes they sped down more alleys of grass, turning this way and that numerous times, until they reached what looked like a large, wide-open shallow lake. About two-thirds of the way across, in open water stood a square building on stilts. As they closed in Luther could see that it was just a room with walls on three sides, with the fourth side screened, facing west.

It was early evening and the sun was starting its descent. It was clear skies.

“It’s going to be a gorgeous sunset,” Sadie said.

They secured the boat beneath the cabin and got themselves and their gear up the ladder and through the hatch in the floor. They put their bags and the cooler on the built-in table along the east wall. Sadie opened the duffel and took out two sleeping bags, a giant air mattress and a foot pump. They spread out the mattress and Luther started pumping. In a few minutes the mattress was plump with air and they rolled out the bags. Sadie pulled two beers from the cooler and they sat down.

The sun was now low and sinking fast. They held hands and sipped beer.

“Isn’t it beautiful!” Sadie sighed.

The sun kissed the watery horizon, and she squeezed Luther’s hand and kissed him. Moments later the sun disappeared and a green sparkler hovered briefly above it and disappeared.

“Oh My God!” Sadie said. “The green flash. That’s only the second time I’ve ever seen it.”

Luther kissed her, long and lingering. He wanted her.

“You know something?” Sadie said. “When I agreed to let you drive me home, I knew then we would have sex. And I wanted our first time to be here.”

Their mouths mashed together, each open and eagerly tasting the other, and Luther couldn’t keep his hands from roaming Sadie’s sultry flesh. He kissed her neck and held her breast and slipped his hand inside her shorts.

Sadie was ready. She broke their embrace and pulled her t-shirt over her head and tossed her skimpy bra to the side and wiggled out of her shorts. She helped Luther out of his pants as he vacated his shirt. Finally naked, they fell back onto the mattress.

They kissed like hungry cannibals, two naked primates ready to explore, anxious to love, raring to fuck. Luther’s cock was hot and hard, and already secreting dribbles of love. Sadie’s cunt was soaked and pulsing, and she was ready to give it to him.

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Lust for an Older Man in Uniform https://7ty.club/lust-for-an-older-man-in-uniform.html https://7ty.club/lust-for-an-older-man-in-uniform.html#respond Fri, 29 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 http://7ty.club/lust-for-an-older-man-in-uniform.html Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 It was a Tuesday night and I sat watching TV. It was some car restoration program about a vintage jaguar that was being brought back from the brink. It wasn’t particularly captivating since I had other things on my mind, and one …

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It was a Tuesday night and I sat watching TV. It was some car restoration program about a vintage jaguar that was being brought back from the brink. It wasn’t particularly captivating since I had other things on my mind, and one thing specifically.

Two weeks earlier during a night of drunken sex with my 18 year old girlfriend I happened to mention a little thing that had been floating around in my mind for a couple of years. I had dreamt that my previous girlfriend who was 23, was having sex as I watched. It wasn’t conscious at all. I had no control over the dream but it was a seed which was growing in my mind. The original girlfriend dumped me not long after that dream but I found another fairly quickly.

My 18 year old girlfriend and I hadn’t long had a baby, we hadn’t been able to do much in the 6 months after she gave birth but once we were able to have sex again she was going mad for it. I wasn’t able to perform as many times as she wanted so I told her about my dream. She seemed to like the idea which only turned her on more. She came to me one day asking if I wanted to take her upstairs but the little soldier wasn’t standing to attention that day. I again mentioned my dream and said “if you want to go out and find another man I’m ok with it.”

She was shocked at my suggestion but found it arousing. She told me she could never do that to me and she would just have to wait or buy a toy.

I was working in a factory at the time and she was a homemaker/mum. She went to the local shopping centre every day where her friend ran a cafe. The security guards would go to the cafe each day for their lunch. This is when she met Ian, a security guard aged 40. They all talked together each day with nothing untoward but she had a sparkle in her eye one night when I came home from work.

I asked if she was ok since she seemed to be acting very sexy. She asked “when you told me I could find another man to play with, were you serious?”

I told her straight “yes.”

She told me she liked the look of this security guard and wanted to know if she could try to make him ask her out. She wouldn’t ask him as she was enjoying the attention. She wanted him to make the move. It was exciting for her to play this game so I agreed that she should go for it. We had wild long sex after she told me about wanting him and we both got more out of the encounter than we ever had before.

The next day I left for work knowing she would be seeing him later. I had an erection all day long thinking about what she might be doing to coax him into asking her. I got home expecting her to have worked some miracle to make him ask her but he hadn’t. Her friend had confirmed that he fancied my girlfriend but was nervous about taking any action since she had a 7 month old and was obviously involved. She told her friend to let him know that she might make an exception for him.

Over Bycasino the next week they flirted and sent texts to each other. She let me read some of the texts. He was saying things like ‘you’re really cute but I’m old enough to be your father.’ and ‘I never thought I’d have the chance to be with an 18 year old at my age.’ On Tuesday evening when I got home, she welcomed me with a big hug and a kiss. She told me “he asked me out on a date tonight.”

My heart started pounding and my mouth dried up. I asked “are you going?”

She told me “I really want to, just to see where things go, but I wanted to know if the offer was still on the table. I told him I would text him to let him know.”

I asked to see his texts. They were discreet but sexual texts saying he would make her night, and she would never regret it if she went out with him. I typed ‘where should I meet you?’ sent it and handed the phone back. She lost her breath and hugged me again. I told her condoms were a condition of the encounter, she smiled and ran up to the shower and got herself cleaned and fresh for him.

When she came down she was wearing a black dress, it was her go to dress for clubbing. It was a military style dress with a collar and zipped front. She wore black heels to give her extra height and make her legs look longer. Even though she hadn’t long had a child she looked fantastic. Her long straight brown hair was down to her pert bum and her little breasts were only covered by the dress.

I called her over to test the dress I unzipped it all the way which was about 6 inches from the bottom and it opened as she pushed her shoulders back to reveal her tits and her lacy purple g string. If this man got to this point he wasn’t going to stop. She called her taxi at 7 and left to meet him.

All night I wondered what she might be doing at different points. I text at 8pm to ask if she was ok. She replied she was having fun. They were in a pub with some of his friends. I text again at 9 which she replied to saying she was enjoying her date and they had moved to another pub together. At 10 she text to say ‘leaving pub now. See you in a bit.’ I thought ok first date she’s had fun but she’s coming home. 11 o’clock came and she hadn’t arrived so I text to ask if she was near home but got no reply. I started to worry. Midnight came and still no sign or reply so I text her again ‘is everything ok?’ No reply.

My heart was beating out of my chest. She didn’t ever ignore my texts. I started thinking the worst and considered phoning the police but what would I tell them? ‘Yes officer I sent her out to get shagged and she hasn’t come home.’ 1am came and went. I tried calling but it rang to voicemail. 2am came and went and I was frantically texting and calling until at 2:35am she replied ‘hi babe.’ quite nonchalantly.

I asked if she was ok and she said ‘yes fine. I’ll be home Bycasino giriş in a bit, just waiting for the taxi.’ I said ok with a huge sigh of relief.

As soon as I hung up my brain went into overdrive. They left the pub at 10, say they took 15 minutes to get to his, that was four hours they had been alone together. I tried not to think about it and watched the car restoration program which was repeated from earlier.

I was watching the tv as her key opened the door. She walked in looking a bit crooked, walking like she was holding something between her knees. I looked at her and asked “so?”

She was smiling. She shook her head slightly, shrugged her shoulders and asked “so what?”

I couldn’t believe that after more than four hours with no contact she was still keeping me in suspense. She stood with her hands cupped together behind her bum and one leg crossed in front of the other.

I asked “what happened?”

She relayed the story of the entire night from when she got into the taxi to leave making me wait a good twenty minutes before she got to the point of them leaving the pub. He had taken her to the first pub where he knew his friends would be and paraded her for their amusement and for his ego. Being forty and getting a pretty 18 year old to go on a date was no small prize. They had a two drinks there before leaving to the next pub where they talked and flirted for another hour. After having another couple of drinks she said she was very buzzed. That coupled with the sexual tension made her very wet. He asked if she wanted to go home or go back to his. She said she wanted to go back to his.

They walked about three quarters of a mile back to his place which was a large detached house in a nice area. She told me they sat in his living room while he built a spliff and then they had a smoke which made her pussy twitch as it has an aphrodisiac effect. After that he poured another drink and they chatted for about an hour. She said her phone was on silent and was in her bag.

After a while he held her hand and pulled her upstairs but she left her bag and phone downstairs so hadn’t got my calls or messages.

He led her into his room and closed the door where he stripped her in the dark room and started playing with her nipples and pussy. She said “the weird thing is it didn’t feel weird. It was like I was doing something I was meant to do.”

He lay her down on the bed and they had sex. She didn’t go into detail but she enjoyed it, a lot. I asked her “and, condom?”

Her face dropped and she said “I don’t like them and he didn’t have one anyway. Even if he had one he couldn’t have used it the other four times. I was damned if I had gone to that effort and not let him inside me!”

It was my turn for my face to drop. I said “you let him inside you without a condom, five times?”

She smiled and proudly Bycasino güncel giriş nodded. I was having trouble breathing. My 18 year old girlfriend had just let a 40year old man shag her five times without a condom. I asked “did he pull out?”

She smiled and shook her head. My world stopped spinning for a moment. I was lost and couldn’t find my self until she asked “want to see?”

I came back into the room and nodded. I didn’t have the breath or saliva to speak any words.

She slowly unzipped her dress and pulled it apart. As she pulled it back and down over her shoulders her lovely little A cups appeared covered in hickies. I was jealous that this other man had experienced my girlfriends little tits. As she dropped the dress further I became jealous that he had seen her soft skin and petite but curvaceous body. She dropped the dress and slowly walked over to me. I was staring at her crotch noticing how wet she was. Her purple g string was soaked and there was a trickle running down the inside of her upper thigh. She held her hand out for me asking me to get up off the sofa. I held her hand and got up. She kissed me and then knelt on the sofa with her bum towards me. She asked “ready to unwrap your gift?”

I asked “you want me to take them off for you?”

She replied “no, I want you to take them off for you. Oh, and by the way, he is still in there!”

I wasn’t sure what she meant. Had she hidden him in her panties? I placed my fingers in the waist of her g string and rolled them down slowly. As they rolled down over her bum I smelled a familiar smell. I kept rolling and as her pussy lips appeared I saw that they were covered in a gluey mess which was sticking the crotch of her g string to her pussy, at that moment I understood what she meant when she said he was still in there. I continued to pull them down until they lay around her knees on the sofa. I stared in disbelief at the amount of spunk around her lips.

She said “it’s your turn now”.

As she pushed her bum up and her pussy out her lips parted and the contents of his balls which had in turn become the contents of my girlfriend’s vagina started to slowly bubble and flow out of her. I dropped my pants and slid straight into her with no effort. It was the most amazing feeling in the world. Warm, slippery, silky and wet. This would be her sixth time that night and she would have taken more too. I didn’t last long before I unloaded into her to add to his earlier deposits.

She stayed in that position for a few minutes as I watched the thick white mess ooze out of her, letting it all leak out onto a towel.

She made it a regular thing, visiting him on Tuesdays and Thursdays each week. That carried on for a few months and she estimated that they had mated about a hundred times and each time she let him finish inside her.

One night at the beginning he had a friend staying over unexpectedly. He asked if she wanted to leave it for that night but she said it might be fun to tease his friend. She didn’t tease him, she let them both have her.

We are now expecting our second child in 5 months and she is unsure whose it is.

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Mother’s Keeper https://7ty.club/mothers-keeper.html https://7ty.club/mothers-keeper.html#respond Fri, 29 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 http://7ty.club/mothers-keeper.html Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin? Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32 A warm scent suddenly shot up in the town’s market district, wafting past Siofra’s nose and giving her reason to pause and search for the source. Her stomach let out an intense roar, letting her know it was time to stop patrolling …

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A warm scent suddenly shot up in the town’s market district, wafting past Siofra’s nose and giving her reason to pause and search for the source. Her stomach let out an intense roar, letting her know it was time to stop patrolling the city streets and grab some lunch. It takes quite a bit of energy to be her and to sleep around as much as she did, so the smell of something, anything, cooking nearby was as inviting as the scent of any lass that wandered by, if not more. She carefully traced it back to its source, stopping by a small house near the blacksmith’s workshop, figuring whatever they were making had to be wonderful if it could cover up the smell of hot steel and ashes.

At first, the knight’s eyes were focused solely on a display case carefully arranged up front, giving anyone who passed an eyeful of their wares. Fat pastries covered in frosting thick and sticky, fruits dipped in chocolates dark and rich, and bread loaves long and soft filled her eyes, each one looking better than the last. Small sandwiches and confectioneries lined the top row, eager for customers to stop and have a taste of that. Surely, she should pay over a few well earned coin to this place so she could sit down and devour those sweet, innocent little nibbles in public, not caring who saw her slobber on them and nip at them.

Wait, that’s right, lunch. Siofra’s brain had crossed wires with her other favorite activity, telling her just how much she really did need the break. She took out a few coins from the pouch on her belt and went to hand them over to the person tending the shop.

“I’ll take the third sandwich from the right and-” Siofra stopped mid sentence, staring the shopkeeper in the eye. She found herself face to face with eyes of golden slit and black sclera. A quick look over of whom they belonged to revealed a body toned dark red, with long matching hair, two curled horns on the side of her head, and a small, white bandanna covering her skull. As the two locked gazes, the shopkeeper smiled at her.

“And? Can I help you, miss?” she asked in a cheery tone.

“–Please tell me you’re on the menu because I could just eat you up.” Siofra blurted out, not even thinking on it. It was reflex and habit by now, sounding as cheesy as she could while giving the biggest grin she could muster.

The shopkeeper just grinned. “I’m afraid not. Though I can serve you anything else.”

“The sandwich then. And that pastry over here. And coffee, nothing in it.” Siofra sighed, trying her best not to sound too dejected over this, handing her money over and continuing to look at the girl anyways. It had been a while since she saw a succubus working around the city and remembered the great times she’s had with others. Though a no is no and she sat at a table nearby and waited.

After a minute, the girl appeared with Siofra’s order and set it down, bowing to her, keeping her wings and tail stretched out as she pet her own stomach. “Ah, sorry for the wait, I’ve been a bit slower ever since this bun got shoved into my oven.”

Siofra stared at the demon’s belly, having noticed it was quite large and sticking out, and turned bright red herself, stuttering in panic. “Ah…Ah. Y-You’re pregnant. I…Forgive me for hitting on you. Bad habit, nothing more, I swear! Don’t tell your husband or whatever on me, I’ll behave around here from now on, miss, I promise!” The poor knight looked like she wished she could just hide and disappear from public sight right now.

“Hm? Oh, don’t worry about it, miss! The asshole who left me like this ditched me quite some time ago. Said he wouldn’t play dad to some demon sprog and skipped town. Old stigmas and such. If I catch that bastard near my shop again, he’s getting the worst, so don’t mind me!” said the girl, taking a seat next to Siofra to take a break. “Sorry, I hope you don’t mind me resting here.”

“N-no, do what you need to.” Siofra mumbled, slowly eating her meal and sitting in awkward silence. “Though why do you insist on working and keeping it if he skipped on you like that? Don’t you feel thankless or unloved?”

“Think of it this way; if he does have half the balls he claims to have and makes his way back to town, seeing that brat of his working alongside me and happy ought to scare him more than anything my demon heritage could have done.” the girl grinned wide and toothy. “Besides, it ekes out a few more pity tips around here so I can have enough to live on.”

“Heh, vicious. I like that.” said Siofra, taking a sip of her drink and trying her best to stay behaved. Hard not to admit out loud that she liked that attitude in a lady. “You’re doing the right thing then. And hey, if he does come back, you can tell me and I’ll do whatever you wish with him. Nobody leaves a woman hurt like that in my presence.”

She then extended her hand to the shopkeeper’s and shook. “I’m Siofra Whelan. Please, call me for any reason.”

“Esra.” the keeper replied, shaking hands firmly Bycasino and warmly, her spaded tail wagging a bit. “And any reason? Even if it’s just to keep this poor knocked up demon whore company? You seem like a charitable enough young lady, perhaps you could be of some work.”

Siofra turned red again at those words, doing her best to keep face while others were nearby shopping and could hear her. “Now, I wouldn’t go calling you that, and nobody should. But yeah, I suppose if I’ve nothing better to do nor any other jobs going, I could help you play shop for a bit.”

“Oh, you may not call me that now, but your eyes were saying it. Not like it’s a bad thing, though. But good, you can start now. Come in and I’ll close up for lunch hour and you can play therapist for me.” Esra snorted a few dark embers towards Siofra’s direction and grinned, her wings flapping a bit as she put a sign up saying she’d be out a bit and inviting the knight to the back and into a small room in the corner. “Come on, this way, my feet are tired and need a rubbing. You’re a holy lady, ain’t ya? I can smell it on ya. Come use those glowy hands on me and make me less tense, oh chivalrous flirt.”

“…That’s what that snort was for. You could sniff the glow on me, you horny devil! I forget your kind can do that.” Siofra rolled her eyes a bit and followed, standing dutifully at attention next to Esra, who was now at the edge of her bed and wiggling her toes around. “So, a foot rub, right? Don’t keep me too long with this as I do need to patrol again, miss.”

Esra grinned and laid back on her bed, putting her feet against Siofra’s face and playing a bit, spreading her legs and stretching her tail out to prod at the knight as well, her spade tickling where it could find. “Make sure I’m good enough to work and you can go back to your job, little lady~” she grinned, her tongue flicking in and out a bit. “Though take a load off. Work can’t be fun in all that armor. Make yourself comfortable first then we can play doctor.”

“Look, if you really wanted to fuck after all, you didn’t have to hide it when I first ordered.” Siofra grumbled, going aside and slowly removing her armor an accessories until she sat only in her tunic, covering her torso and crotch only, sighing. “This is just another one of those weird games you demons play on us mortals. It figures, and I should have known better. After all, I’ve dated your kind.”

“I’m not going to announce it in front of the market street at lunch time, though, sweetie. I prefer the lure method and a quiet catch. Makes it more exciting knowing I could tell everyone you fucked someone’s mother while they were still carrying. How would your church take that?” Esra pointed at the knight, showing a claw and removing her own apron and robe, displaying her fully pregnant belly to Siofra. It stuck out and stretched wide and soft, feeling warm to the touch as she caressed it and taunted her new companion with it. “Everything I said is true; it just works great as a pity story to get you do-gooder types in to help me calm these stupid pregnancy hormones. Not many are willing to fuck someone as full along as me, so I have to play it up just a bit. And you fell for it, hook, line, and sinker. So suck it up and get to rubbing.”

“For the record, I don’t think Fyrshala would care.” sighed Siofra as she cracked her knuckles and began to rub her hands together, producing a warm, faint glow and pressing them against Esra’s toes. “But seriously, just ask next time. I’m not worth the time and energy spent on your shenanigans. I’d have been more than happy to oblige you.”

The demon just flapped a bit and shoved her spaded tail into Siofra’s mouth, leaving the poor knight stunned as she bit on it in surprise, unable to spit it out or get it unstuck. “You talk too much. Just get to work and I promise you’ll leave satisfied as well. Start from there and work up all over, then back down to my gorgeous belly and treat it as if I was your own mother. Got it?”

Siofra tried to acknowledge her fate and give in, unable to form words and slobbering down herself as that spade kept her tongue down. Her fingers slowly began to press against the toes and balls of Esra’s feet, rubbing them up slow, working her way down towards the arch and back up. On each pass, she would go down a bit further, making her way down and past the heels and around the ankles. Her work focused there for a bit, unable to talk and only communicating with her eyes. They were heavy and her face was blushing, as if she wished to say she wasn’t enjoying it, but her body belied it and showed she was indeed kind of enjoying being bossed around. Her fingers got in warm and glowing between the demon’s toes and tickled a bit, making the mother she was doting on wiggle a bit.

“Oh, would you look at that face? You like it, don’t you? Knights serve, after all!” Esra removed the spade from Siofra’s mouth, making the knight gag a bit as she caught her breath, Bycasino giriş feeling that tail pat her down all over and under her tunic and around the rim of her panties. “Oh, you’re still dressed there. A shame. Just keep working and maybe I’ll relieve you of them and help you along.”

Embarrassed at how warm and wet she was beginning to feel, her cunt twitching a bit just watching that stomach wiggle and wobble, Siofra nodded and got up a bit, working her way up Esra’s legs and knees, getting to her hips and stopping to marvel at how full her womb now was. It looked so warm, so comfortable; if only she could stay here today and sleep against it, being mothered herself and having her hair stroked warmly. After all, she was a brat and–

–Wait, what was she thinking? And why was it making her crotch throb harder? She shook her head a bit and was given the go ahead to give a long, warm tit massage, resting her warm and leaking panty covered crotch against that stomach gently and sighing a bit. Truly, this was bliss, and those tits felt so round and full against her fingers. A light touch of her nipples showed just how sensitive motherhood was making this demon, and she intended to tease back a bit and take full advantage of this.

Her fingers tugged gently at the fat, round nipples of Esra, thumbing them with her usual expertise and humming a bit as she wiggled her eager body gently above the demon’s bulging stomach, flicking them around as she twisted and pulled. Her face lay against the demon’s shoulder and nuzzled a bit, trying her best to put on a cute face for her captor, with eyes sweet and wide, a soft smile, and playful blushing across her freckles. Sure, it was something she’d not tried before, but it was her philosophy to put on a good show for whomever she was lucky enough to lay with and leave them satisfied no matter what, so Siofra suddenly pretending she was a horny teen brat again was not below her.

However, what was below her was a horny devil, who was growing quite amused at the act the knight was putting on, picking her up and pulling her in close, keeping her hands to her as she slipped the tunic off Siofra and pushed in against her stomach and chest, pulling the knight up just enough that her ass was pointed up in the air and angled off her own full womb. A quick raise of her spaded tail lead to a sharp, fast thwap against Siofra’s ass, Esra grinning as she watched the knight’s face light up in surprise.

“Ahh, naughty brats going after their own mother’s titties! You didn’t even ask or say please! So, a spanking it is! Then you’ll get to deal with licking your mama’s womb up all nice and clean!” Esra laughed, patting Siofra on the head, only serving to confuse her more as she got spanked again by that tail landing swiftly on her tailbone, causing her to yelp out and twitch. “Such a cute response, I could be here all day disciplining brats like you!”

“Ow! Who gave you permission to–” Siofra stopped, looking Esra in the eye and whimpering upon seeing an angry face cast down on her. It reminded her of her own mother in times past, being scolded for not listening to what she was saying or doing as she was told, and she sunk her head down and changed her tone. “Ahh, sorry there, mother demonest! How shall I take care of your womb today?”

The knight sighed. She could hardly believe these words were coming out of her mouth. She could only pray that her goddess could see them and wouldn’t tell. Nobody would care if she fucked a demon, she’d done it plenty in the past, but to be seen as if she was pretending to be someone’s kid for kicks… Well, she wasn’t sure if she could survive that level of humiliation. This was enough for the week. As she pondered this, Esra flapped her wings against Siofra’s flanks and made her jump again, wiggling up just enough to lay against her headboard and pull out a tub of the frosting she uses in the kitchen. It was shaded light pink and smelled of pure sugar and berries as she dipped her fingers in it, painting her stomach lightly with it and smiling, pushing her now dirtied digits into Siofra’s mouth to shut her up again, keeping it there until they were long since sucked clean.

“Don’t talk back now, brat. Just eat up every single last bit off me, gently, while pawing at the tits you were so eager for and maybe your not-quite-mother will reward you for good behavior. Compliments about how gorgeous and graceful I still look even though I’m knocked up will get you a bit farther~” Esra’s voice almost sang as she spoke, sounding delighted. Her bulging stomach presented itself, looking like one of the pastries Siofra ate with her lunch, making the knight’s stomach growl as its sweetness carried its way back to her nose.

The poor girl was a bit reluctant at first, unsure how to go about touching or fondling a stomach as large and tender as this, trying to take it slow no matter how much the urge to wolf down the sugary goodness came to her. Bycasino güncel giriş The creamy frosting worked her way over her lips and tongue, sticking them and getting on her cheeks and chin, a bit dribbled down her neck as she ate, looking like a spoiled brat who couldn’t keep her mouth shut while eating. Each slurp brought ticklish wiggling from Esra, rocking the bed as her cunt began to twitch and swell.

“Ahh, your bulge is but a jewel in my eye, mother Esra! To say the gods are jealous would not be a lie; how they wish they could create something so warm and so beautiful as your womb and your swollen, sensitive tits yet could not find a one worthy enough to do so, as nothing they could be beset with in their warm womb would be half as beautiful or comforting as yours!” Siofra said, doing her best to sound as sincere and over the top as usual. “How I wish you truly were my mother so I could have experienced it from the inside out instead of the outside in as I am now. I pray for your health and your child’s health and hope you many more from here on. The most I can do for you now is tend to your sweet cunt and treat it well so it can create more. How its sight and smells turn me on and make me wish I could curl up with it forevermore.”

The knight felt a hand against the back of her head, petting her hair and stroking the sticky sides of her cheeks as she ate. Siofra put her hands back up and gently rubbed Esra’s tits around and around, thumbing her nipples slowly and feeling an odd warmth coming out of them. She looked up curiously, her face flushing bright red when she noticed that Esra had begun to slowly lactate, her milk warm and almost as pink as the frosting she was gobbling up, getting into her hands and soaking them. She lifted one hand up, sniffed at it, and licked a bit up, not realizing how thirsty she was playing brat service to a demanding mother, and drinking it all in one gulp. It was sweet and warming and filling, just as it ought to be, and it made her belly warm against Esra’s, her own slit twitching as she rubbed against it and fed.

“Aha, seems this sweetie brat’s discovered something good. Come on up and empty me and I’ll see about getting your bare cunt against mine. I want you to keep that word of yours and treat it good and sweet down there, but first thing’s first, and that’s getting you as full and fat as I am. Even if it is by different means, you should take after me. Like mother, like daughter, right?” Esra pulled Siofra in with her tail and wings, placing her eager and hungry lips to one of her tits, pushing it in her mouth without waiting for a response and gripping her hair to keep her in place. “There, there. Your not-quite-mother knows best. Drink up here, my sweet, slutty brat.”

With that said, she ran her tail up and down the knight’s spine, slapping her ass whenever it got that low again and making her bite down on the nipple she was feeding from, getting milk dribbled down her chin and neck. A few lucky drops even made it down to her own tits, her cunt roaring and leaking in her panties. Esra smiled as her tail tore her panties off and threw them aside, making each subsequent spanking all that rougher and more raw. Siofra squirmed and dribbled more as she tried not to roar in shock and pain, making her whole front sticky. Esra grew more and more excited, feeling her own slit begin to moisten more and quiver, taking her tail and rubbing it up against the knight’s own holes and investigating them. Her tail spade revealed a healthy slick of juices from the knight’s cunt, wiping them off on her back and laughing.

“Aww, you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you, brat? Good for you, since you look full and messy enough to be put to bed properly. Though, in mother’s world, we mean the other kind of bed. Get down and bend that sweet, moistened hole of yours over mine and my belly and we’ll see about putting us down for a real naptime after, okay?” Esra pet Siofra on the head, kissing her cheeks clean slowly, her forked tongue tickling and lingering as her tail and wings spanked her flanks and ass more, taking a moment to grope the knight’s tits to see how they felt. She flicked and dug at her nipples with her long, sharp claws and laughed as she nipped her fangs at Siofra’s lips. Her kisses bit and burned with unholy flame, singing the knight’s mouth just a bit, prodding at her stomach full of milk and watching it wiggle and squirm against her palm’s touch. “These tits of yours should be bigger if you’re going to be like me when you grow up, but they’ll do for now. Though your stomach’s coming along just fine~ If we can’t fill your womb, we’ll fill it this way. I hope you don’t mind sloshing it around as you make your mother demonest feel sexy and desirable still.”

With that said, Siofra nodded and blushed, climbing over and placing her bare cunt and clit to Esra’s, locking hands with her and leaning in for a kiss, feeling full and slow as she locked into place with her legs and knees. “Don’t worry, your brat won’t leave you unwanting. No man or woman would be fool enough to leave someone as gorgeous and round as you without cumming.” Her voice was a bit more calm and happy now, having relaxed from feeling babied so well.

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