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Yeni tayin her zaman zordur, yeni bir şehir, yeni bir yaşam alanı alış alışabilirsen bu seferki bir ilçe hatta ilçe görünümlü bir kasabaydı desek daha doğru olurdu. Öğretmenlik her zaman zor bir meslek bir sürü çocuk bir sürü sorumluluk. Neyse ki okul ve meslektaşlarım iyi insanlardı da alışmak zor olmadı bu ilçeye.

Benimle aynı zaman da tayini çıkmıştı Serap Öğretmenin, 1.65 boylarında sarışın kütür kütür bir kadındı saçları omuzlarından aşağıda tatlı bir gülümsemesi ve armut büyüklüğünde olduğu giydiği daracık elbiselerden belli olan küçük biçimli memeleri ileriye doğru kalkık kalçaları tam bir afetti. Başımı döndürmeye yetmişti yetmesine ama bu kasabadan bozma ilçede ne olacaktı üstelik evli idi bir de Serap Öğretmen kocası da yakında gelecekmiş bu tarafa eh deyip yutkunduk hali ile sigaramı yakıp “ulan ne ayılar biniyor böyle taş gibi karılara” dedim ne yapacaktım ki başka.

Tabi tayin işleri yerleşme falan derken bir de yeni gelen öğretmenler olarak daha bir sıkı fıkı olduk Serap Öğretmenle onu sikme isteği hiç aklımdan gitmese de pek olanak vermiyordum artık namuslu aklı başında beyli –hanımlı konuşan bir kadındı.

Cumartesi akşamı tekel bayiinden bir şeyler almış evimin yolunu tutmuştum. Kendi kendime güzel bir sofra hazırladım çoban kavurma salata derken telefonumda bir mesaj serap öğretmen “Ne yapıyorsun” “Ne yapayım hocam alkol alacaktım” “Valla benim de canım istiyor” “Eh buyurun gelin” cevap gelmedi. Ben de tek başıma içmeye başladım bir iki saat geçmişti ki kapım çaldı “Hay sikeyim kim lan bu” diyerek kalktım ki alkolün etkisi ile biraz yüksek sesle konuşmuşum kapıyı açtığımda Serap öğretmen gülümsüyordu hafif sarhoş “Misafirlerini sikiyor musun genelde” deyip kahkaha atıp girdi içeri “Hocam kusura bakmayın” dedim “Yok siksen fena olmaz aslında be” dedi “Sarhoşsunuz” dedim “Bırak yahu Mert bana nasıl baktığını bilmiyor muyum sanıyorsun kaç zamandır” “Hocam..siz..” “Ne o az önce kükrüyordun be, kalkmıyor mu yoksa” “ayıp oluyor hocam “ “Evet hadi sik beni yeter o amına koduğumun godoşu yarak mı gösterdi bana “ “kim” “kim olacak kocam olacak dallama mert, sikemiyor götveren sen sik çok düşündüm bunu bakışların cesareti toplayıp içtim biraz geldim işte sik beni”

Durur muyum ne olacaksa olsun deyip kucakladığım gibi yatağa attım Serap’ı o kadar ateşli idi ki hem sarhoş hem konuşuyor hem sımsıkı bedenime sarılıyor hem koklayıp öpüyordu beni. Boynunu emiyordum dudaklarını yalaya yalaya üzerini çıkardım. Gül rengi sütyeninin içinde taşan memelerini avuçlayıp sıktırıyordum “oohhh özlemişim” “Ben de hep seni..” “biliyorum bakışların yok mu nasıl kesiyordun ye uçlarını” emip ısırmaya başladım küçük memelerini dilimle etrafında daireler çiziyor hepsini ağzıma alıp morartana kadar emmek istiyordum emiyordum da Serap altımda inliyor bir eli ile pantalonumu sikimi avuçluyordu. Çırılçıplak kaldık gözü sikime kilitlendi “oha amına koyum bu ne lan kol gibi” Bir çırpıda ağzına alıp emmeye başladı ben de onun amını emiyordum 69 pozisyonunda küçük çizgi gibi dudaklı amı açılıp kapanıyor arada götüne dil darbeleri atıyordum iyice zevke gelen serap sikimi ağzına sokup çıkarıyor “oooohh sik “ diyordu bense onun küçük amının bızırının zevkini çıkarıyor dilimi içine gömüyor ısırıyordum titriyor kıvranıyordu “erken boşalıyor puşt sen boşalma “ dedi boşalır mıydım hiç kaç zamandır am sikmemiştim kalın sikimin mantar gibi kafası büyümüş kocaman olmuştu Serap 31 çektiriyor bir yandan da “Ne yarak var lan sende” diyordu dudaklarımız buluştu memeleri avuçlarımda kalçalarına bazen tokatlar atıyordum “hadi artık al namusu mu koy amıma” dedi sikimin iri kafasını tutup amına bastırmaya başladı ellerinden tutup çektim sikimi amının deliğinin üzerine sürtüp bastırdım kafası girer girmez “ayyy yavaş olma parçala” derdemez bütün gücümle bastırdım içine şaaak diye oturdu yarak “ay annecim yırtıldım” öpüşmeye başladık bir yandan da vurmaya başladım o koca siki Serap’ın sarışın amına küçük amcık mengene gibi kavramıştı sikimi ben pompaladıkça Serap kedinden geçiyor “yırttın amına koduğum” diyordu “sert davran be sert” diyordu omuzlarından tutup sertçe sikmeye başladım “hah böyle işte sevgilim” diyordu daha da sert vuruyor bazen boğazını sıkıyordum çevirip götünün üzerine oturdum ve ansızın sapladım siki sarı amcığına üzerine yatıp vurmaya başladım küçük bedeni iri gövdemin altında eziliyor ben bastırdıkça kendinden geçiyor hırlıyordu “ohh siktiler karını gavat” diyordu umursamıyordum tek düşündüğüm bu körpecik amdı sarışın am boynunu ısıra ısıra vuruyordum bazen doğruluyor sertçe köklüyor çığlığı bastırıyor Serap’ı bağırta bağırta sikiyordum koltuğa oturup kucağıma aldım onu küçük bir çocuk gibi hoplamaya başladı “amına koduğum midem de hissediyorum sikini ooohhh” hızlandıkça deliriyor tırnaklarını bacağıma geçiriyordu omuzlarından belinden tutup daha sertçe bastırıyordum vurdukça memeleri zıplıyor avuçluyordum domaltıp tekrar soktum amına saçından tutup götünü tokatlaya tokatlaya sikiyordum bütün gücümle bu küçük bedene çalışıyor onu yatağa gömüyordum “amına koduğumun orospusu, evli orospu” “ohhh sevgilim koca yaraklım” “hep sikeceğim seni” “sik yarağa doyur bu kadını” omuzlarından tutup çektikçe bağırıyor sanki apartmanı yıkacak gibi inliyordu hiçbir şey umurumda değildi …

Tekrar altıma alıp yüklendim yüklenmemle Serap kıvranıp kasılıp boşalmaya başladı koluma tırnaklarını geçirip tıslıyor altımda hırlıyordu bense aldırmadan sikiyordum bu tatlı amı o ise “oohhh be yarak varmış” diyordu bacaklarını omuzlarıma alıp bastırdım ama ne bastırış kemikleri kütlüyor memeleri sallanıyordu dayanamadı “öldüreceksin yeter” dese de tınlamadım “sus amına çaktığım” diyordum “anneciğim boşal artık “ demeye başladı dayanamayacaktım ben de fazla dayanamayacaktım “içime boşalma” dese de kimin umrundaydı ki bu geri çekilip yüklendim ve bütün döllerim bir anda amına akmaya başladı öylece yığılıp kaldım üzerine…

Sabah olduğunda uyandığımızda beni görünce ağlamaya başladı ne yaptım ben diye..ne oldu dedim hiç deyip giyinip gitti…

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Genç Misafirimiz Bölüm 5

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Genç Misafirimiz Bölüm 5
Akşam üstü görüştük. Bozuk bir şekilde. “Gelemeyeceğin Zaman bana bir mesaj at” dedim. “Bir saat seni bekledim.” Keşke bir şey söylemeseydim diye düşündüm. Cümlem biter bitmez. Liseli kapris yapan kız gibi hissettim kendimi.

-Kusura bakma ağbi uyanamadım. Gece geç yatım da. Atarım bi daha uyanamayacak gibi olursam.

Yalan söylediğine emindim. Herhalde bir kız atmıştı. Ertesi gün fazla bekletmeden geldi. Sonraki hafta da her sabah geldi. Cuma günü yarım saat gecikmişti. Tam gelmiyecek derken sesini duydum. Arkam kıpırdanmaya başlamıştı ki şortunu çıkartmadan yatağa oturdu. Bir eli popomda konuşmaya başladı.

-Tarık ağbi sana bir şey anlatmam lazım.

Merakla başımı çevirdim yüzükoyun yatarken.

-Dilek ablam geçen hafta ofisten beni aradı. Kendini iyi hissetmediğini eve geleceğini ama yalnız kalmak istemediğini söyledi. Fenalaşırsa diye korkuyormuş. Evde olacağımı söyledim. Bir yarım saat sonra kapıda arabasının sesini duydum. Kapıyı açtım. Halsiz görünüyordu. “Hemen uzanmam gerekiyor.” Dedi. Yatak odasına getirdim. Yavaş yavaş üstündekileri çıkarmaya başladı benim çıkmamı beklemeden. Eteğini çıkarttı. Çoraplarını çıkartırken oturdu. Hastalığının numara olduğunu anlamıştım. Üstündekini çıkarmasına yardım ettim. Bir kilot bir sütyen kalmıştı. Sütyeninin kopçasını açtığında saldırmamak için zor duruyordum. Ağbi ne güzel göğüsleri var öyle ablamın öyle yaa! Damla şeklinde sarkıyorlardı. Bikini yanığının izlerini, Meme uçlarını gördüm. Uçları dim dikti. Yatağa uzandığında o memeleri öyle güzel yayıldı ki. Deli oldum. Bana bakıp “ Selim’ciğim kilotumu da sen çıkartırmısın” dedi. Ağbi o kilotu ablamın üstünden çıkartmak var ya. O güzel amını önümde hazır görmek… Hayallerimin kadınını o halde görmeye daha fazla dayanamadım. Soyundum çıktım ablamın üstüne. Nasıl yapıştı dudaklarıma anlatamam. Nasıl sarıldı. O da bana hastaymış valla. Öyle bir seviştik ki inanamazsın. Saatlerce… Kaç posta yaptım hatırlamıyorum. O zaten durmadan çığlık çığlığa boşalıyordu.

Ben ağzım açık dinliyordum Selim’in anlattıklarını. Karımın beni bu şekilde aldatacağını hiç zannetmezdim. Yaptığımız bir iki tatil çılgınlığında başka erkeklerle olmuştu ama hep benim haberim olmuştu. Çok bozulmuştum. Çok kızıyordum karıma. Kendime de. Ne kadar salaktım. Şüphelenmemiştim bile. Hala yüzükoyun yatıyordum. Selim’in eli hala popomu okşuyordu anlattıklarının heyecanıyla.

-Ondan sonra da kaç defa işten kaçıp kaçıp geldi. Benim odada becerdim sen buradayken. Ama artık ben kaçamaklarla yetinmek istemiyorum. Benim kadınım o. Bu yatakta beraber uyumak istiyorum doğal olarak. Ona da söyleyeceğim. Düzenimizi kuralım. Bu akşam konuşalım üçümüz.

Şok olmuştum. Karım benim Selim’le ilişkimi bilmemeliydi.

-Selim sakın bunu Dilek’e söyleme.

-Ağbi n’olcak ya? Ablamın hoşuna gider seni de becerdiğimi bilse. Daha da azar.

-Selim lütfen. Çok rica ediyorum bu aramızda kalsın.

-Dert erme Ağbi. Çok iyi olacak. İkinizi yan yana koyup sikerim artık. Hah ha ha!

Selim’in bu düşüncesizliğine çok kızmıştım. Doğrulmaya çalışırken. Beni tuttu.

-Ağbi anlatırken azdım yine, deyip şortunu çıkartıp üstüme çıktı. Deliğimi tükürükleyip yarağını götüme Sokuverdi. “Ahh!” Diye inledim. Biraz önce anlattıklarının bana etkisini düşünmeden Boşalıp gitti.

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Akşama kadar stresle bekledim. Dilek geldiğinde gerginliğim son haddindeydi. Selim ona “Otur abla” dediğinde Dilek bir şeyler olduğunu anlamıştı. Yavaş yavaş anlatmaya başladı. Selim anlattıkça Dilek’in yüzü geriliyor sinirleniyordu. Ondan gizli yaptıklarıma çok kızmıştı. Bana Bağırmaya başladı. Ben ona daha kızgındım. Nasıl bana ihanet edersin diye ona bağırıyordum. Ama Dilek kendi yaptıklarıma rağmen onun Selim’le olmasını engellememe fena sinirlenmişti. “Bana kendimi suçlu hissettirdin. Sen benden daha kötüsünü yapmamışsın” diyordu.

Selim’le kendi yaptıkları da ortadayken bana kızması da beni de çok sinirlendirdi. Ben de bağırmaya başladım. Hiç böyle kavga etmemiştik evliliğimiz boyunca. Selim konuşmadan bizi seyrediyordu. İkimiz de kızgınlığımızı kusuyorduk. Hınçlıydık. Ben daha sert sözler söylemeye başlayınca Selim yanıma geldi. Kolumdan tutup sert bir şekilde ”Ağbi ağzından çıkana dikkat et beni de kızdırma “ dedi. Arkasından kolumu bükerek beni karımın önünde diz çöktürttü. “Hadi Şimdi ablamdan güzel güzel özür dile Bakayım” Dedi. Canım yanıyordu. “Tamam. Tamam. Özür dilerim”Dedim.“ Öyle yalandan degil” dedi. Elimi biraz daha burktu. “Karıcığım yaptıklarım için çok özür diliyorum. Aşkım n’olur beni affet” dedim. Selim, “Ablam yaptıklarında haklı ama değil mi? “ Diye sordu. “Tabi aşkım senin her şeye hakkın var tabii”. Selim gülüyordu. Dilek’e dönüp. Bak Tarık ağbim özür de diledi. Artık onu affedersin her halde” dedi. Karim da Benim halimi görünce üzülmüş olmalı ki yumuşadı. “ Tamam” daha az kızgın bir tonla. Selim Dilek’e “Hadi sende kocanın yanına çömel. Öp. Barışın” dedi.

Karım da diz çöktü yanıma dudaklarımdan öpmeye başladı beni. Bu sıcaklık deminki kavgadan sonra çok hoşuma gitmişti. Bir birimize sarılmış Uzun uzun öpüşüyorduk. Bir anda beklemediğim bir şey oldu. Dudaklarımızın arasını sert sıcak bir şey zorluyordu. Ne olduğunu anlamamızla Selimin yarağının dudaklarımızı bir birinden ayırması bir oldu. Geri çekti. Şaşkınlığımız geçmeden tekrar ittirdi. Selim dudaklarımızın arasında gidip geliyordu. Çok güzel bir duyguydu. Biz de ona zevk vermek için dudaklarımızla baskı yapmaya başladık. Birazdan Yarağını Dilek’in ağzına sokuverdi. Dilek arzuyla emmeye başladı. Sonra çıkardı. Tekrar gidip gelmeye başladı aramızda. Ardından benim ağzıma sokuverdi. Bu defa ben şuursuzca emmeye başladım. Bu şekilde bir süre ağız ve dudaklarımızı sikti. Sonra karımı ensesinden tutup kaldırdı. “Soyun abla” dedi etkileyici bir sesle. Karim soyunmaya başladı önünde. başımı kaldırıp bakarken yarağına gereken ilgiyi göstermemiş olacağım ki saçlarımdan tutup kasıklarına bastırdı başımı. Emmeye devam ettim dizlerimin üstünde. Karim çırıl çıplak olunca onu da soydu. “Sen de soyun” dedi Selim, “Ama ağzından çıkartmadan” Zar zor soyundum tshirt’ümü Başımdan çıkartamadığım için boynumda bıraktım.

Onlar ayakta sevişirlerken çıplak bacaklarının vücuduma değmesi çok hoşuma gidiyordu. Karım Selim’in ismini fısıldıyor onu istediğini söylüyordu. Bunları duydukça ben ağzımdaki yarağa daha da hırsla yapışıyordum. Dakikalarca öyle seviştiler. Karım “İçime gir Selim, n’olur icime gir diye yalvarıyordu artık. Selim karımı halının üstüne yatırmaya başladı. Ben de onlarla birlikte hareket ediyordum. Selim’in yarağını bir an bile ağzımdan çıkartmamam gerekiyordun karımın amina girinceye kadar. Karım yere uzandığında o kadar güzel görünüyordu ki onunla sevişmek için neler vermezdim diye düşündüm. Ama bu şimdi sadece bir hayaldi. O selime aitti. Onu istiyordu. Onun olacaktı. Ben ise Selimin yarağına takılmış bir eşya gibi hissediyordum kendimi. Görevimi doğru yapmam lazımdı. Bir süre de bu şekilde seviştiler. Sonunda Selim saçlarımdan tutup başımı çekti. Beni bir yana ittirdi. Yarağı ilk defa açıktaydı uzun zamandır. Ama fazla kalmadı dışarda. Karımın bacakları arasına geçip amına sokuverdi

Karım “OHHHHHHH! Selimmmmmmmmm!” diye soludu. Selime doladı güzel kollarını. “Sik ablanı!…Sikkkkkk! Canım benim. Ablan sana kurban olsun. Erkeğimsn benim Selimimmmmmmmmm”

Selim’in kalçaları karımın üstünde hırsla inip kalkıyordu. Nasıl güzel sikiyordu karımı bu piç kurusu. Şimdi kollarının yanında bacaklarının da dolamıştı karım Selim’e. Onun altında zevkten kendinden geçiyordu. Az sonra hırlaya Hırlaya gelmeye başladı. Onu hiç böyle görmemiştim. Gözleri kaymıştı. Bunca yıllık karımı tanıyamıyordum. Selim onu bırakmadı bir kaç defa daha ayni şekilde getirdi onu. Sonra kendisi boşaldı karımın içine. Salonun ortasında öylece yattılar bir süre. Ben de onları seyrettim sadece.

Artık bu evde her şey değişmişti. O gece Selim bizim odaya taşındı. Ben de ya ayni yatakta ya da yatak odamızdaki kanepede uyuyordum duruma göre. Günün içinde azdığı zaman hala beni sikiyordu Selim. Bazan karımın yanında da beni kullanmak hoşuna gidiyordu. Karımla sevişmemiz artık sadece bir hayaldi benim için.

Bir gün Selim Nikah yüzüklerimizi istedi. Sorgusuz çıkartıp verdik. Ertesi gün nikah defterimizi istedi. Burada defter yok bir sertifika var dedik. Onu istedi. Dosyaların içinden bulup çıkarttık. “Ağbi şu sehpayı kenara çek bakalım” dedi. Dediğini yaptim. Dilek’i soyup yüzükoyun yere yatırdı. Damgalı imzalı nikah belgemizi tam amının altına gelecek şekilde yerleştirdi. Üstüne de cebinden çıkardığı nikah yüzüklerimizi koydu. Ayakta yavaş yavaş soyundu. Ata biner gibi karımın kalçalarının biraz aşağısına oturdu. O güzel yarağını bacak arasından karimin dudaklı amına yerleştirdi. Yavaş yavaş gidip gelmeye başladı. “Şimdi sizin nikahınızi sikecegim” dedi. Bana “Soyunup ablamın baş ucunda diz çök” dedi. Dediğini yaptım. O hala ağır karımın içinde gidip geliyordu. Karım hafif hafif inliyordu. Dilek’e “ Söyle abla nikahınızı sikmemi istiyorsun değil mi?” Karım hiç düşünmeden “ EVET ABLAM SİK NİKAHIMIZI! FEDA OLSU SANA O!“ diye haykirdı. Ardından gözlerini gözlerime dikip “Ağbi sikeyim mi nikahınızı?” dedi. Ben de hayır diyecek durumda değildim. “Sik Selim” dedim “sik nikahımızı. Ne istersen yap. Seniniz artık. Biliyorsun bunu”. Selim’in yüzünde hain bir ifade vardı. Belinden tuttuğu karımın üstünde ileri geri gidip geliyordu. Aldığı zevki ancak tahmin edebilirdim.

“Şimdi sizden bir şey isteyeceğim. Ben boşalıncaya kadar Dua okur gibi “SİK NİKAHIMIZI” diye fısıldayacaksıniz durmadan. Boşaldığımda Dölümün hepsi yüzüklerinizin üstüne akmalı. Abla sen de kalkıp üstünde çömeleceksin içindekiler de oraya akacak Tamam mı?”

“Tamam “ dedik ikimizde.

“ Hadi başlayın“

Dediği gibi “SİK NİKAHIMIZI” diye fısıldamaya başladık. bir süre sonra onun ritmine tamamiyle uyduk. Sanki bir ayindeydik. Kendimizden geçmiş bi halde tekrarlıyorduk.

“SİK NİKAHIMIZI. SİK NİKAHIMIZI. SİK NİKAHIMIZI. SİK NİKAHIMIZI”

O hızlandıkca biz de hızlanıyorduk. Dakikalarca. Karım yediği yarağın zevkiyle zorlanmaya başlamıştı. Kelimeleri bazan kayıyordu ama asla vazgeçmiyordu.

“SİK NİKAHIMIZI. SİK NİKAHIMIZI. AAAH! SİK NİKAHIMIZI. OOOH! SİK NİKAHIMIZI”

Bense Selimin gözlerinin içine bakıp tekrarlıyordum. Sanki ayini idare eden dini liderimizdi. ?
“SİK NİKAHIMIZI. SİK NİKAHIMIZI. SİK NİKAHIMIZI. SİK NİKAHIMIZI”

Yarı saat geçmişti. Bu arada Karım bir kaç defa gelmişti ama Hırlamaları, titremelerinin arasında bile aksatmadı duasını. Selim bize ara sıra “ Bu sizin değil benim zevkim için” diye hatırlatıyordu. Ama karımın bu hatırlatmaya hiç ihtiyacı yoktu. O kadar sadıktı ki.

Selim sonunda dayanamadı. “NİKAHINIZI SİKİYORUUUUUM!” Diye haykırarak boşalmaya başladı. Karıma öyle acımasızca koyuyordu ki karımın duası tekledi bir kaç defa. Uzun uzun boşaldı Selim. Bittiğinde karımın üstüne yığıldi. Biz de sustuk. Muhteşem ayinin Selim’e ait kısmı bitmişti ama bizimki yeni başliyordu. Selim yana kaymadan elimle yarağının içindekileri sağår gibi yüzüklerin üzerine akıttım. Dilek zorlukla doğruldu. “Aşkım yavaş. Dışarıya akmasın” dedim. Tam nikah belgemizin üstünde çömelmesine yardım ettim. Dakikalarca öyle durdu. Çaresiz bacakları titriyordu. Ben narin kollarından tutmasam yorgunluktan devrilecek gibiydi. Rahminde ki döllerin hepsi boşalıncaya kadar bekledik. Yüzüklerin üstü tamamiyle kapanmış kağıdın büyük bir kısmı da sırıl sıklam olmuştu.

Selim ”Hiç ellemeyin öylece kurusun” dedi. Odanın ortasında bıraktık.

Ertesi gün benim görevim nikah yüzüklerimizin dölle yapıştığı Nikah belgemizi çerçeveletmekti. Utandığım için çerçeveyi alıp evde kendim taktım. Selim Bana yatağımızın başucuna bir çivi çakmamı ama asma işini kendisinin yapacağını söylemişti. O akşam başka bir törenle onu baş ucumuza astık.

Hafta sonu Selim elinde bir mücevher kutusuyla geldi. Dilek’e uzattı “Bunlar ikinize “ dedi. Heyecanla açtık. Nikah yüzüklerimize benzeyen iki yüzüktü. “İçine bakın” dedi. Birinin içinde “SELİM’E AİTİM, DİLEK” diğerinde de “SELİM’E AİTİM, TARIK” yazıyordu. Dilek hemen takmaya hazırlanıyordu ki Selim durdurdu. Akşama. Törenle takacağız dedi. Cebinden kırmızı bir kurdele çıkarttı. Yüzüklerimizi o kurdelenin iki ucuna bağlattı. Pantolonunu ve donunu indirdi. Kurdeleyi yarağının ve taşaklarının etrafina bir kaç defa dolayıp donunu çekti. Pantolonunu çıkartıp şortunu giydi. “Ben spora gidiyorum” deyip çıkti.

Selim saatler sonra geldiğinde yanında Sibel de vardı. Karım kıskanıyor diye Sibel artık bize gelmiyordu. Ama Selim artık karımı ele geçirmişti. Kaprislerini çekecek değildi. Bu l****ayı ben de özlemiştim açıkçası. Karımın bozulduğu belliydi. Bu gece yüzük takma töreni olmayacak her halde diye düşünüyordum ki, Selim “ Sibel bu gece şahidiniz olacak” dedi. Kim bilir neler planlıyordu yine bu piç kurusu. Gözlerim Sibel’in yarı çıplak kıyafetinden bacaklarına, göğüslerine kayıyordu. İşte sahip olamayacağım bir kadın daha diye düşündüm. Belki yine ona 31 çekebilirdim Selim izin verirse.

“Soyunun bakalım” dedi Selim. Karım biraz tereddüt etti. Selim tekrarladı. Yavaş yavaş soyunmaya başladık. Sibel kikirdiyerek kanepeye işveli bir sekilde yayıldi. Bizi seyretmeye başladı. Ona olacakları söylemişti her halde. Öyle davranıyordu Sibel.

“Yüzükleri takmadan bir törenimiz olacak. Önümde diz çökün bakayım” dedi Selim. Dediğini yaptık. Yavaşça şortunu indirdi. Sporda iyice terlemişti. Sırıl sıklamdı üstündekiler. Buram buram ter kokusu yayıldı odaya. Kasılarının erkeksi kokusu bizi sarhoş ediyordu. Kırmızı kurdele hala sarılıydı yarağına, taşaklarına. O da Sırıl sıklamdı. “Sadece ağzınızı kullanarak çıkartın yüzükleri” dedi.

Karımla başlarımızı kasıklarına yaklaştırıp yüzükleri ağzımıza aldık ters yönde açmaya çalışıyorduk kurdeleyi. Bu zor iş, sürtünmemizden tahrik olan Selim’in yarağı kalkınca daha da zorlaştı. Yüzümüz gözümüz teriyle iyice ıslandıktan sonra kurdeleyi çözdük.

“Şimdi yüzükleri Ağızlarınızda tutup yan yana domalın bakalım “ dedi. “Kalçalarınız ve omuzlarınız değsin bir birine.”

Terinin ekşi tadı yüzükteydi. Aramızda ağızlarımızdan sarkan kırmızı kurdeleyle karı koca yan yana domaldık. Gözüm Sibel’e kaydı çok eğleniyordu olanlardan. Gözleri zevkten kocaman olmuş, sakız çiğneyen ağzı kulaklarındaydı.

Selim etrafımızda dolaşıp bizi seyrettikten sonra arkamıza geçti. Karımı belinden kavradığını hissettim. Karımın “ AHHHHHH!” diye bağırdığını duydum. “Selim neden ordan yapıyorsun ?” diye inledi. Karımı götünden sikiyordu. Bunu hiç yapmamıştı daha önce. Sibel ağzındaki sakızı patlattı ve “Patladın Dilek abla!” diye gülmeye başladı Bu kız da tam bir maldı. Kendi almaya korktuğu yarağın karıma acı vermesi onu eğlendiriyordu. Dönüp baktığımda bu espiriyle Selim de güldüğünü gördüm. Karımın götünü sikmeye devam ederken yüzünde yine o hain ifade vardı. Karım Acıya katlanmak için dişlerini sıkıyordu. Neyseki Selim ondan çıkartıp bana kökledi yarağını. Ben de acıyla Inledim. Biraz bana sokup çıkarttıktan sonra tekrar karıma geçirdi. İkimizi yan yana uzun uzun sikti. Her darbesinde ağzımızdaki kırmızı kurdele dalgalandı. Sonunda karımın götüne fışkırtı döllerini. Oldukça sert sikmişti ikimizi de. Karımın kıçının benden daha çok acıyor olduğunu tahmin etmek zor değildi.

Sibel’e dönüp “Gördün mü ne kadar kolay götten almak” diyerek güldü. Sibel de “Yarrağıma kolay. Suratlarına bak şunların” dedi ardında bir kahkaha attı.

Sibel kalkıp yanımıza geldi. Kurdeleden tutup yüzükleri ağzımızdan çıkarttı. Düğümleri çözmemiz için bize uzattı. Çözdük. Onun ve Selim’in önünde diz çöktük. Sibel yüzüklerimizi parmaklarımıza taktı. “Artık Selim’e aitsiniz “ dedi. Bize tekrar ettirdi. “Selim’e aitiz “ dedik.
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Karım ve ben bir yıla yakın Selim’e itaat ve hizmette eksik etmedik. Her an ona ait olduğumuzu bildik. Hep onun mutluluğunun bizimkinden daha önce geldiğini düşünerek hareket ettik. Onu seviyor ve sayıyorduk. Ondan yaşça büyük olmamızın hiç bir anlamı yoktu. Aslında oydu büyük olan, güçlü olan.

Artık Sibel onunla tam ilişkiye giriyordu. Kısa bir süre sonra ödününe de arkasına da almayı öğrenmişti. Bazı geceler sadece Sibel’le oluyor karımı üzüyordu. Benim karımla sevişmeme hala müsade edilmiyordu. Selim ve Sibel gittikçe yakınlaşıyorlardı. Senenin sonuna doğru Sibel’le ilişkileri ciddileşti. Onunla beraber olmak istedi ve bir gün toparlanıp ayrı eve çıktılar. Hayatımızdaki boşluk anlatılmaz derecedeydi. Karı koca çok uğraştık. Aylar aldı kendimize gelmemiz.

6-7 ay sonra bir gün ortak arkadaşlarımızın bir partisinde ikisiyle karşılaştık. Bizi ne kadar üzdüğünü ama artık onu kafamızdan ve ruhumuzdan sildiğimizi söyledik. Nikah belgemizi yenilediğimizi bize verdiği yüzükleri de kendisine geri vermek istediğimizi söyledik. Bizi anladığını o dönemi o şekilde yaşamış olmaktan pişman olmadığını anlattı. “Bu kadar çabuk teslim olmasaydınız” dedi. “Biraz güçlü olsaydınız bu hale düşmezdiniz” dedi. Onun için yaptıklarımızdan sonra hala bunları söyleyebiliyor olması bizi çok kötü yaptı. Artık konuşamayacak haldeydik onunla. Bir şekilde bu işi bitirmeliydik. Bütün cesaretimi toplayıp, “Adresini ver sana yarın yüzükleri verelim hayatimızdan, kafamızdan siktir ol git dedim” Karım konuşamıyordu bile sinirinden.

O akşam uyuyamadık. Onu içimizden sıyırıp atmalıydık artık. Içimizin en derinliğindeydi ama onun gibi birine dersini vermeliydik. Yüzükleri verirken ona ne kadar aşağılık biri olduğunu söylecektik. Bu duygular içinde gidip gelirken uyuya kaldik.

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Kapıyı çaldık. Selim karşıladı bizi. Salona aldı. Sibel de içerdeydi. Olacakları tahmin ettiği için gergin görünüyordu. Elimi cebime attım. Yüzükleri çıkarttım. Sessizce Selim’e uzattım. Konuşamıyordum. Aldi. Peki siz bilirsiniz dedi. Güzel yüzüklerdi. Bir an sustuk. “Içine bak Selim” dedim. Baktı. Şaşkın ifadesini Sibel de farketti. “ N’oldu?” diye sordu. “Bunlar sizin nikah yüzükleriniz ama “ dedi “Benim verdiklerim nerede? Karımla ben Sol ellerimizi kaldırıp parmaklarımızdaki yüzüklerimizi gösterdik. Karım gözleri dolarak “Biz sana aitiz Selim. Bu hep böyle oldu böyle olacak” dedi. Hıçkırmaktan konuşamıyordu. Benim de gözlerim dolmuştu. Zar zor “ Seniniz Selim. Sen istemesende biz seniniz”

Selim şaşkındı ama keyiflenmişti. “Demek bu kadar istiyorsunuz beni ha? “ dedi. Iki adım geri çekilip bizi süzmeye başladı. Karı koca ne istediğini anlamıştık. Açıkçası yapacağımız başka bir şey yoktu. Onun ve Sibel’in önünde üstümüzdekileri çıkartmaya başladık. Çırıl çıplak kalınca önünde eğildik. Bize ağbi abla diyen bu piç kurusunun ayaklarına kapandık öylece durduk. Seslerden onu de soyunduğunu farketmiştim. Arkamıza geçti. Önce karıma koydu. acıyla haykırmasından götüne koyduğunu anladım. “ Acıyorsa sikmem istemiyorsan “ dedi alay edercesine. Karım, “Hayır Ablasının güzeli bakma sen bana. Istediğin gibi sik beni” dedi terk edilme korkusuyla. bir kaç dakika sonra ayni acımasızlıkla bana soktu o sert yarağını. “Ahhhh” diye haykırdım. “Acıyo mu ağbi “ dedi yine alaycı bir tonla. “ Acısın, Selim’ciğim sik ağbinin götünü. Ağbinin götü sana feda olsun.”

O gün Selim bizim sadece deliklerimizi değil ruhlarımızı da sikti. Bize hissedebileceğimiz en çaresiz duyguları hissettirdi. bütün acılarımıza rağmen yine onun olduğumuz icin mutluluktan uçuyorduk. O günden sonra sık sık bizi aradı bazan bizi sikmek için aradı. Bazan işlerini yaptırmak için. Bazan bu piç kurusuna kızsak da, her çağırdığında gittik. ?
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Karşı komşumuzun kızı Selin’le uzun süredir tanışıyoruz.Esmer kıvırcık saçlı,ince,zarif bir kız.Hemen karşımızıda oturduğu ve her gün karşılaştığımız için de sürekli sohbet ediyoruz.Bir gün evdeyken kapı çaldı,açtığımda karşımdaydı.Haziran ayı olduğundan üstünde dar kot bir etek ve ince askılı beyaz bir üst vardı,altından ten rengi sutyeninin askıları görülebiliyordu.Dikkatimi hemen ayakları çekti.Ayakları çıplak,ufak ve bakımlıydı.Bana odasındaki bazanın altından kıyafet alması gerektiğini ama evde kimse olmadığından bazanın kapanmasından korktuğunu söyledi,yardım edip edemeyeceğimi sordu.Bu istek bana hiç garip gelmedi çünkü onlara her zaman gidiyordum zaten bu yüzden de hiçbir şey düşünmeden kabul edip beş dakikaya geleceğimi söyleyip Selin’i yolladım.Üzerimi değiştirip hemen iki adımlık mesafedeki kapılarını çaldım.Kapıyı aralık görünce içeri girdim içeriden gelmem için sesleniyordu.Odasına girdiğimde baza açık,o da öne doğru eğilmiş birşeyler almak için uğraşıyordu.O sırada göğüsleri gözüme öyle büyük göründü ki daha önce nasıl farketmediğimi düşündüm bir süre yerçekimine karşı koyamayan memelerinin açık kahverengi uçları bile görünüyordu.Önce görür mü acaba diye çok dikkatli bakamadım ama sonra onun da bakışlarında bir farklılık hissettim,bana başka bir şekilde bakıyordu.Belli ki beni başka bir konuda yardım etmem için çağırmıştı.Yine de birşey yapmadan onu süzmeye devam ettim.Benden başına geçip kapanmaması için bazayı tutmamı istedi.Ben de daha iyi bir görüş açısı için dediğini yaptım ve önümde çömelmiş uğraşırken göğüsleri her ayrıntısıyla önümdeydi.Her bir ufak hareketinde bile sallanıyor henüz yumuşak olan uçlarının sutyen içinde sürttüğünü ve kıvrıldığını görebiliyordum.Dalga da bu sahneye daha fazla kayıtsız kalmadı ve kalkmaya başladı.Selin önümde diz çökmüş sert götünü bana sürtüyor ama farkında değilmiş gibi davranıyordu.Çıplak bacakları hem birbirinde hem de bana sürtündükçe sikimi kontrol etmekte zorlanıyordum.Daha çok zorlamadan öne doğru ufak bir hamle yaptım Selin kafasına neyin çarptığına bakmak için döndüğünde pantalonun önündeki hareketliliği gördü ve muzip bir gülüşle gözlerini bana çevirdi.Hemen başında beklediğimden göğüs uçlarının az öncekine göre kalktığı ve göğüslerinin dikleştiği net olarak görülüyordu.Artık ikimiz de olayın başka yere gidiyor olduğunun farkındaydık.Selin’e “Kimse gelmesin emin misin?” diye sorduğumda merak edecek bir şey olmadığını söyledi.Ben de hemen işim biter diye düşünüp dış kapıyı kapatmamıştım ama yürüyecek durumda olmadığımdan ondan kapıyı kapatıp hemen gelmesini istedim.O kapıyı kapatım döndüğünde ben de dalgayı salmış onun kokusunu alsın diye hazır bekliyordum.Geldiğinde güzel gözleri şaşkınlıkla açılmış bir süre bakakaldı.Herhalde bunu beklemiyordu derken olan oldu diyip elinden çektim dudaklarına yapıştım.Kalkmış sikimi onun dar kot eteğine sürterken bir yandan da ıslak dilini sonuna kadar emmekle meşguldüm.Hafif ve narin bir kız olduğundan bacaklarını bana sarmasını istedim bekletmeden dediğimi yaptı.Artık kükreyen sikimi ince beyaz pamuklu donuna bastırıyordum henüz donu üstündeyken sikmeye başlamıştım bile,donu içeri dah çok girmemi engelliyor bu da sikimi daha da kaldırıyordu.Bir elim götünün kıvrımlarını ezberlerken diğeriyle de son birkaç dakikadır aklımdan çıkmayan yumuşak memelerini sıkıyordum.Uçları artık baya sertleşmiş,sıktıkça acıyla inliyordu.Kıyafetleri üzerindeydi,Sutyenini çıkartmadan aşağıya çekip bir tarafını sıyırdım.Elimi amına attığımda donunun nemlenmiş olduğunu gördüm.Islanmış parmaklarımı hem ona koklattım hem de doya doya ben kokladım amının kokusu beni daha da azdırdı.Her zaman temiz bir kızdı ama amının kaymak gibi traşlı bakire amı gibi olduğunu görünce bu kesinleşmiş oldu.Islanmış beyaz donunu bacaklarından sertçe sıyırıp burnumu içine gömdüm.Buna biraz şaşırmış görünüyordu ama gülümsemesi beni daha da çıldırttı.Donunu eline verdim ve sikimi onunla okşamasını istedim o da bu fikri sevmiş gibiydi önümde diz çömelip işe koyuldu.Uzun,siyah kıvırcık saçlarını toplayarak çektim ve yüzünü sikime bastırdım.Ağzına almak için hamle yaptı ama benim istediğim bu değildi ona burnunu taşaklarıma gömmesini ve koklamasını söyledim,ağzına almak istediğini söyledi ama biraz da zorla ona sikimi koklattım narin yüzünden daha çok kalmış kalmış sikimi yüzünde nereye denk gelirse sürtüyordum bunun zevkini o da almaya başlamıştı çünkü artık çok zorlamadan kendisi derin nefesler alarak sikimi ve taşaklarımı kokluyor ve tükürüğüyle tüm yüzüne sıvıyordu.Bu sırada ayağımla ıslak amını parmaklıyor,deliğinin kurumasına izin vermiyordum.Donu artık kurumaya başlayınca ayağa kaldırıp yüzüstü yatağa attım,amını sertçe sıkarak götünü tokatladım amını götünü kızartmaya çalışıyordum.Sikim artık kazık gibiydi ve beyaz tenli hafifçe kızarmış götünü aralayıp çatalında birkaç sefer gidip geldim.Götünden içeri kaymamak için zor dayanıyordum.Götüne burnumu gömdüm ve bu kadar yalanmaya hala sımsıkı olan ufacık göt deliğini burnumla siktim,temiz bir kız olduğu burdan da belliydi çünkü götü tamamen kokusuzdu ama nemlenmiş amı harika kokuyordu.Daha fazla dayanamadım ve ince bacaklarını el arabası gibi bileklerinden tutarak iyice ayırıp yavaşça girdim.Daracık kılsız ve ıslak amı fırın gibiydi ve ben dayanamıyordum çok kısa bir süre gitmemle boşalmam bir oldu.Son anda çıkabildim içinden biraz geç kalsam içine boşalacaktım.Patlamama rağmen bir iki dakika daha sikim içinin tadına bakmaya devam etti sonuna kadar bastırdım artık dinmekte olan sikimi.Selin ise karşılık verecek halde değildi.Bir süre daha üstünde kaldıktan sonra toparlandık ama donunu geri vermedim ve bu güzel anını hatırası olarak koklamak için aldım.Ondan sonra bu kadar derin birlikte olmadık tekrar.Şu an hala arkadaşız ve görüşüyoruz ama bir farkla o artık evli bir kadın.

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Ben normal dürtülere sahip bir erkeğim. Daha doğrusu öyle sanıyordum. Zaman zaman bir erkekle olmanın nasıl olduğun merak etmişsem de fiiliyata hiç geçirmemiştim. Halim vaktim yerinde. Para karşılığında sekse hiçbir zaman sıcak bakmadım bugüne kadar. Gittiğim gece kulüplerinde, barlarda birçok kadınla tanışıp beraber olabiliyordum zaten.

Evimin sokağında bir apartmanda birkaç travesti yaşıyor. Geç saatlerde eve dönerken onları sokağın başında müşteri beklerken görüyordum zaman zaman. Geçtiğimiz günlerde yeni bir tanesi geldi. ılk gördüğümde çok etkilendim.

Uzun bir boy, son derece güzel bir fizik, uzun, sarı saçları ile benim diyen kadına taş çıkartacak bir afetti doğrusu. Dedim ya, bu taraklarda bezim olmadığından sadece arada sırada fantazilerimde yaşattım onu. Ancak neredeyse her gece onu evime giderken gördükçe cazibesine daha da kapılmaya başladım. Sonunda, oldukça da alkollü olduğum bir gece eve dönerken ona benimle gelmesini söyledim. Evime gittik. Bu işlerin acemisi olduğumdan ne yapacağımı, nasıl davranmam gerektiğini bilemiyordum.

Birer kadeh içki koydum. Ona açıkça para ile ilişkiye daha önce girmediğimi, onun yönlendirmesini istediğimi söyledim. Çok anlayışlı ve tecrübeliydi. güzel bir müzik koydu ve karşımda yılan gibi kıvranarak dans etmeye başladı. Sanırım olayın parasal boyutunu kafamdan silmemi, ona konsantre olmamı sağlamaya çalışıyordu. Başardı da… üstünden çıkardığı her parça ile sikim biraz daha büyüyordu.

Vücudu tahminlerimin de ötesinde güzeldi. Üstünde bir tek külodu kalmıştı. Odadaki ışığın loşluğundan ve gölgelerden olsa gerek, külodunun üzerinde hafif bir kabarıklık var gibi gelmişti bana, üstünde durmadım. Önümde dizlerinin üzerine çöktü. Pantalonumun önünü açtı, pantalonumu ve külodumu birlikte çekerek, ama aynı anda elleriyle bacaklarımı da okşayarak, çıkardı.

Sikimin ucunu ağzının içine aldı. Sadece sikimin başı ile oynuyordu. Küçük küçük yalıyor, dudakları ile sıkıca emiyordu. Sikim taş gibi olmuştu. Son zamanlardaki fantazim önümde diz çökmüş sikimi yalıyordu. ınlemeye başladım. Daha fazlasını ağzına sokmasını istiyordum. Söyledim, hatta ileri doğru hareket ettirmeye çalıştım. ınatla geri kaçıyor, fazlasını almıyordu ağzına. Bana rahat olmamı, keyif almamı ve olayın akışını ona bırakmamı söyledi. Bir yandan sikimin başını yalar ve emerken diğer yandan da bir eliyle taşaklarımı sıvazlıyor, sıkıyordu.

Bir süre sonra, beklemediğim bir anda tek bir hamlede sikimin tamamını boğazının derinliklerine kadar alıverdi. Dudakları kıllarıma kadar gelmişti. Öylece tuttu beni… sikimin tamamını ağzının ve kısmen boğazının içinde tutarak, mümkün olduğu kadar dilini oynatarak müthiş bir zevk veriyordu bana.

Sonra ileri geri gidip gelerek, kah sikimi bir dışarı çıkartıp diliyle oksayarak, kah boğazının derinliklerine kadar içine alarak bir süre oral sekse devam etti. ınanamıyordum. Hayatımın en güzel oral seksini yaşıyordum. Neredeyse boşalmak üzereydim, birden bıraktı saksoyu… “devam et ne olur” dedim. “Olmaz” dedi, “yavaş yavaş, acele etme”… taşaklarımı yalamaya, emmeye başladı.

O kadar sert emiyordu ki, bazen canım yanıyor, inliyordum. Koltukta ileri doğru iyice kaymış, neredeyse yarı yatar hale gelmiştim. ıyice altıma kaydı, taşaklarımı yalarken yavaşça götüme doğru kaymaya başlası dili. göt deliğime arada ufak dil darbeleri atıyor, eliyle de sikimi sıvazlamaya devam ediyordu. Müthiş hoşuma gitmişti. Yavaşça doğruldu, yüzünde hınzır bir gülümseme belirmişti. “Ne oldu” dedim, “yok bir şey” diyerek meme uçlarımı yalamaya başladı.

Yavaş yavaş boynumdan yukarıya çıktı, dudaklarımız kenetlendi. Dilini ağzımın içinde hissetim, ben de karşılık verdim. Hiç yaşamadığım bir tutku ile öpüşüyordum. Elimi kilodunun içine kaydırıverdim hızla. Amına ulaşmayı beklerken elimde kocaman bir yarak hissettim. Kısa bir şok geçirmiştim.

Gerçi bunun olma ihtimalini biliyordum, ama ona hiç konduramamıştım gözdüğüm zamanlarda. O kadar ‘kadın’dı ki! “Rahatsız mı oldun” dedi. Artık rahatsızlık duyacak noktayı geçmiştim. Bana o ana kadar tattırdığı zevkten vazgeçecek değildim. “Hayır” dedim, “devam et”.

Yeniden gülümsedi. Külodunu çıkardı. Gerçekten de, çok büyük değilse de azımsanmayacak bir yarak vardı önünde. Ve oldukça sertleşmişti. Arkasını dönerek üstüme oturdu. Sikimi göt deliğinin üstüne getirerek yavaşça başını deliğine soktu. Ufak ufak hareketlerle sikimin başını götüne sokuyordu. Onun bu işin profesyoneli olmasından ötürü göt deliğinin iyice geniş olacağını sanıyordum.

Evet, daracık değildi, ama çok genişlemiş de değildi. Anlamış olacak ki “bazı tekniklerim vardır” diyerek göz kırptı. Birden tüm ağırlığını üzerime vererek sikimin tamamını götünün içine alıverdi. Delice bir tempo tutturmuştuk. Çok zevk alıyordum. O ana kadar bile kendimi iyi tutmuştum.

“Dayanamayacağım, geliyorum” dedim. Hızla üzerimden kalkarak döndü, önümde diz çökerek sikimi yeniden boğazına kadar ağzına alarak emmeye başladı. Zaten dayanacak halim kalmamıştı.

Haykıra haykıra boğazına doğru boşalmaya başladım. Spermlerimin bir kısmı dudaklarının yanından dışarı akıyordu. Kalanını ise tamamen yutmuştu. Bir süre daha sikimi emdikten sonra yanıma oturdu.

Sarıldık, bir süre öyle konuşmadan, tenlerimizi hissederek dinlendik. “Hoşuna gitti mi” dedi. “ınanılmazdın” diye yanıtladım. “Bu daha başlangıç” diye gülümsedi yine. Birer kadeh daha içtik biraz konuşarak. Sonra “yatak odasına geçelim” dedi. Yatağa sırtım yukarıda kalacak şekilde uzanmamı söyledi.

Omuzlarımdan aşağıya doğru masaj yapmaya başladı. Siki tam göt yarığımın üzerindeydi. Garip bir haz duyuyordum bundan. Herhangi bir yarak değil, onun yarağının bana değmesi beni tahrik ediyordu. ırkilerek kalçalarımı hafifçe oynatmaya başladığımı hissettim. Farketmişti herhalde ki sikini daha çok bastırmaya başladı.

Sertliğini hissediyordum iyice. Sonra dilini sırtımda gezdirmeye başladı. Yavaşça kalçalarıma geldi. götümün yanaklarını ayırarak göt deliğime dilini sokup çıkarmaya başladı. “Değişik birşeyler denemeye açık mısın” dedi.

Ağzımdan sadece “sen ne istersen yapmaya hazırım” sözleri döküldü. Beni yüzüstü çevirdi. Dudaklarıma yapıştı yeniden. Delice öpüşüyorduk. Elimi tutarak sikine doğru götürdü. Sıvazlamamı istiyordu. ıtirazsız yerine getirmeye başladım. Dili ağzımın, siki avcumun içinde bir süre geçti. Sonra boynumdan başlayarak aşağıya kaydı. Sikimi yine boğazına kadar aldı ağzının içine. Sonra “bunu yapabilir misin?” dedi. “Denerim” diye yanıtladığımda kendim bile şaşırmıştım dediklerime.

Yatağa uzandı, “dene bakalım” diye gülümsedi. Sikine doğru eğildim. Sikinin başını ağzıma aldım. Garip bir duyguydu, ama hoşlanmıştım. Onun yaptıklarını aklıma getirip taklit etmeye çalışıyordum. Önce sikinin başını yaladım, emdim bir süre. Sonra yavaş yavaş daha çoğunu ağzıma sığdırmaya çalıştım. Tamamını alamıyordum, ama deniyordum. Nefes almakta zorlanıyordum. “Hepsini” dedi inleyerek.

Hem kendimi ona borçlu hissediyor, hem de bunu yapmayı gerçekten istiyordum. Zorlayarak gırtlağımı açmaya çalıştım. Ağzımı iyice bastırdım. Siki tamamen ağzımın içinde kaybolmuştu. Sikinin ucunu gırtlağımın derinliğinde hissedebiliyorum, ama başarmıştım. Yavaş yavaş hareket etmeye başladım.

kalçalarını ileri geri hareket ettiriyor, şaçlarımı okşuyorBir yandan ellerimle göğüslerini okşuyor, sıkıyor, bir yandan da tüm sikini ağzıma alarak emiyordum. O da gözlerini kapatmış, kıvranıyor, inliyor, kalçalarını ileri geri hareket ettiriyor, şaçlarımı okşuyor, arada sırada başımı sertçe sikine doğru bastırıyordu. “Boşalacağım, çık istersen” dedi.

Hayır anlamında başımı salladım. Aynı şeyleri yapmak istiyordum. Şiddetli kasılmalarla ağzıma boşalmaya başladı. Boğulacağımı sandım bir an. Öksürerek geri çekildim.

Spermlerinin bir kısmı dışarı sıçaradı, bir kısmı dudaklarımdan aşağı akıyordu, gerisini ise yutmuştum. Değişik bir tadı ve kokusu vardı. “Hoşlandın mı” dedi nefes nefese. “Evet” diye yanıtladım. Bir süre yanyana yattık, sigara içtik.

“Daha fazlasına hazır mısın” dedi. Ne sorduğunu anlamıştım. “Merak ediyorum aslında, ama emin değilim” dedim. “Pekala, başlarız, hoşlanmazsan dururuz” diyerek beni rahatlattı. Sikini kaldırmam için ağzıma uzattı.

Hiç bekletmeden aldım bu yeni oyuncağı ağzıma. Bir yandan elim bir yandan da ağzımla onu yeniden dirilttim. Beni ters çevirerek uzattı yatağa. Hiç bekletmeden göt deliğimi yalamaya başladı. Dilini sokabildiği kadar derine sokuyordu. “Kremin var mı” dedi. Başucumdaki çekmeceden daha önceleri kendimin kullandığı kremi ona uzattım.

Parmaklarını ve götümü kremledi. Bir parmağını göt deliğime bastırdı hafifçe. Kendimi kasmışım… “rahatla” dedi, “germe kendini”. Hafif masajlarla parmağını götümün deliğine sokmuştu. Ne hissettiğimi anlamaya çalışıyor, ama beceremiyordum.

Ardından ikinci bir parmağın zorlamasını hissettim. Onu da sokmuştu içime. Canım yanıyordu biraz. ınledim. “Beceremeyeceğim galiba, canım bu kadarla bile yandı, sikini alamam içime” dedim. “Peki istiyor musun” dedi. Biraz düşündüm, “istiyorum, ama çok zor” dedim. “Rahat ol, başta biraz canın yanar, alışırsın” dedi. Kendimi tamamen teslim etmiştim. götüm parmaklara alışmıştı zaten. Parmaklarını çıkardı. götümün altına bir yastık koyarak havaya kalkmasını sağladı.

Sırtıma, omuzlarıma masaj yaparak beni rahatlattı. Bu arada siki götümün yanaklarının içine girmişti bile. göt deliğimin üstünde hissediyordum onu. Bir eliyle masaja devam ederken diğer eliyle sikinin başını göt deliğime dayadı. O anda bile garip bir zevk hissettim. Kararlıydım artık, canım çok yansa da onu içime alacaktım. Hafifçe yüklendi. Sikinin sadece ucunu içime itti. Onu bir an önce almak istiyordum. Kalçamı geriye ittim, o da geriledi.

“Yavaş ol, canının yanmasını mı, zevk almayı mı istiyorsun” dedi. Yavaş yavaş hareket ediyor, her hareketinde biraz daha içime giriyordu. Herhalde üçte birini sokmuştu götüme ki canım acımaya başladı. Dişimi sıktım. Belli etmemeye, onun zevk almasını da engellememeye çalışıyorudum. “Hazır ol” dedi ve birden yükleniverdi. Sikinin tamamını sokmuştu götüme. Bir çığlık attım. Canım korkunç yanmıştı.

Öyle hareketsiz bekledi bir süre, bir yandan da beni okşuyor, güzel sözler söylüyordu: “merak etme, alışacak ve hoşlanacaksın güzel sevgilim”. Sonra yavaş yavaş hareket etmeye başladı. ılk kez birisi beni götümden pompalıyordu. Canımın acısı hafiflemiş, ama geçmemişti. Zevk filan almıyor, ama başladığımız işi, hiç değilse onun için bitirmek istiyordum. Bir süre götümünü içinde gidip geldi. Alışmaya başlamıştım. Birden acı kesildi, zevk almaya başladığımı farkettim. Artık ben de hareket ediyor, götümü ona doğru bastırıyordum. Yaklaşık onbeş dakika sikti beni öylece.

“Seni sikmemi istiyor musun, hoşuna gidiyor mu” diyor, ben de kendimden geçmiş halde “sik beni, sok yarağını götüme” diye bağırıyordum. Kasılmaya başlamıştı. “Geçen sefer tepsini alamadım, ağzıma boşal lütfen” dedim. Sikini içimden çıkardı, beni çevirdi ve ağzımın içine doğru fışkırmaya başladı. Spermlerinin tamamını yuttum. Yüzüme gelenleri de elimle temizleyerek ağzıma aldım. Nefes nefese idik. “Sıra sende” dedi o güzel gülümsemesi ile.

“Hayır” dedim, “hayatımın en güzel gecesini yaşadım. Bu kadarı yeter bu günlük. ” Sikmek için çağırdığım travesti beni sikmişti bütün gece. Ama değmişti. Üstelik de ona aşık olmuştum. “Hep seninle olmak istiyorum” dedim, “para sorun değil, çok kazanıyorum. Senin de çalışmana gerek yok, ikimize de yeter”. “Mesele para değil”, dedi, “ben bağlanmaktan korkuyorum. Ben de senden çok hoşlandım.

Bu kadar cilveli ve uzun sevişmem normalde müşterimle. Beni siker, gider, hepsi o kadar. Ama sen farklısın. Bunu şimdilik konuşmayalım. Yarın gece seni bana bekleyeceğim. Yeni sürprizlerim olacak sana. ” Sarıldık, öpüştük ve uzun, huzurlu bir uykuya daldık.Gönderen: onunum2003

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A Role-Reversal, Of Sorts

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Brunette

Author’s Note – There are some great “quickies” out there, but this isn’t one of them. It’s more of a slow tease. So if you’re in the mood for something where everyone is fucking within the first three paragraphs, you’re going to be disappointed.

However, if you’re in the mood for some erotica (or so I hope you’ll consider it), please enjoy.

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You’ve only just walked in the door when I step up behind you and strike. I slide my fingers up under your shirt and drag my nails down your chest and stomach.

I can see your mouth open to question, over your shoulder in the mirror, and as you start to speak, I dig my nails in just a little harder. “No talking.” The same phrase I hear so often.

You’re taken aback slightly; I don’t think I’ve ever shushed you, but I arch an imperious brow (yes my darling, for the moment I am your queen; prepare to be subjugated) and tip my head to the side, eyes narrowing to emphasize my point.

This isn’t the way it usually goes, but curiosity keeps you silent and I reward you with a smile as my fingers stroke the light scratches to soothe the sting.

I circle you slowly as your eyes follow my progress, obviously catching the nature of the game and remaining still. I end my pace in front of you once more, and affect a thoughtful look, tapping the tip of one long, red fingernail (I know, darling, a bit overly dramatic but.. well.. drama has credence for a reason) against my lower lip. I nod decisively and the slight frown is replaced by a generous smile. “Yes, you’ll do quite nicely.”

Again I begin the slow pace around you, but stop behind you. I linger for a long moment, unable to hold back a quick smile but I compose my features before you can see and untie one of the long scarves twisted up my arm. I lean forward, brushing against you from chest to thigh, and I can feel the quick inhalation as I stretch my arms up on either side of your head and place the cloth against your eyes, tying a quick knot in the back. Still pressed against you, I raise on tiptoe, nails digging lightly into your shoulder for “stability”. For just a moment I close my eyes and inhale you, the scent that is male, hot, uniquely you. I harshen my breath in your ear. Again the pause, and then a quick flick of my tongue against your lobe. “My turn,” I whisper, voice deliberately low so you have to strain to hear me. “Be a good boy and you’ll get a very..” An exaggerated exhalation, a hint of teeth against your earlobe. “..Nice reward.”

I have to step back then, a full step away from you, so I can hide my nervous excitement. This isn’t how it goes, I’m out of my element here and it makes everything a little sharper. I ruthlessly tighten down the urge to send every object on the side table crashing to the floor, pull you between my spread legs, and fuck right there. For a moment, control wavers as my pussy clenches hard and I can feel the slickness between my thighs. I know you’d be happy to take back control, to give me the punishment I’m certainly going to earn, but I wonder if this isn’t something I need too. I straighten my shoulders, and close my eyes. When I open them again, I know the mask is in place, this unfamiliar and exciting character – although you cant see, the mask reminds me of all wicked things I have planned.

I step in front of you, make a loop with the trailing length of the scarf, and slip it around your neck. Thusly (and stylishly, may I add) leashed, I take one of your hands in mine, leash in the other, and bring you into my boudoir. I tug once or twice (maybe a little more but who’s really counting) on the silk leash, and escort ataşehir guide you to sit in the chair. The buttons down the front of your shirt are made quick work of (so many times I’ve wanted to just rip your clothes off and been denied, I cant help but grin), but I slow at the clasp of your belt, fumbling once or twice (I’m sorry baby, so clumsy), before discarding it abruptly over my shoulder. Again the slow fumble with your slacks but this time I take.. a bit more pity. Your poor abandoned litt-, er, well, no, that’s definitely not apt.. the zipper has to work over the bulge. I kneel to strip off shoes and pants, then lean against you so I can rub my breasts against your legs. My nipples are already hard and the drag of silk from my robe against them makes me shiver. From the hard cock outlined in your boxers, I assume you like it too.

This is earning me more punishment in the very near future, but as I push down your boxers (an inch at a time, one side, and then the other), I brush my hand over that bulge. You jerk, and I give a disapproving sigh as my hands still. “Do you want me to stop?”

You open your mouth to protest, remembering at the last moment not to speak, and shake your head. I’m so pleased that you remembered that I tug the boxers completely off and shape your cock with my hands, palming and squeezing it the way you like.

I push your legs further apart to insinuate myself between, raising so I can rub your cock against my silk covered tummy, and give your nipples the sharp edges of my teeth in several rapid bites and scrapes. I draw back to consider my work, then drag my nails down the middle of your torso, and low over your abdomen. I love the sight of your marks on my body, and I find the sight of mine on you makes me just as hot.

I flick my finger against the crest of your cock (not too hard, but you start a little.. kind of like I do when your teeth graze my clit) and am rewarded by a pearly drop of cum joining the one coaxed out by the feel of my silk-covered stomach. I lean forward my hair brushing across your thighs, and rub the pearly drop back into the head of your cock. I don’t often get to toy with you. I have to admire your control; I half thought you’d have your hands in my hair and be fucking my mouth by this point. Maybe that’s why you tie me up so often, I’d be.. well, have been.. grinding against your mouth now.

I grope for one of the items I laid out by the chair earlier and take your cock in hand. You growl “Mouth. Now.” and I scowl back, but I’m far too much of my own fun to stop and scold you. However. Mental note made.

The bolero style cock-ring slides down fairly easily, expanded as it is all the way. I can feel you start to clench as I tighten it. I pause, purse my lips and consider, then tighten it again. A flick of a glance up to your face to judge, and I tighten it once more. You face is flushed and I can tell it’s only sheer force of will keeping your hands clenched in firsts down at your sides. I shift up, still on my knees, and unwrap the scarf from around your neck (the nails are accidental, baby, I swear) and untie the knot, careful not to catch any of your hair. Then I sink back back down and you lean forward and start to reach for me, but I’m more flexible and continue to roll backwards until bent nearly in half, the tops of my feet, shins, and forearms all on the ground. My roll back confuses you and you pause in the middle of your grab. It’s very hard to be imperious from practically a prone position, but I try my best. “I. Am not. Done. Yet.” No longer scowling but eyes narrowed warningly, I roll lithely back up kadıköy escort bayan to my knees (and don’t think I miss that considering look as you watch my flexibility). As regally as I can be on my knees, I flip my hair over my shoulder before flicking my fingers at you in a ‘shoo’ gesture. “Sit back. Don’t say a word,” I pause and again glare. “And don’t argue.”

Then I lean forward and take your cock into my mouth.

I cant take your full length, not without warming up, so I concentrate mainly on the head, the ridge underneath the thick crest, the thick veins lining the sides. One free hand strokes what I’m unable to take, squeezing tight, rhythmically. The other snakes between your legs and lightly wraps around your balls, stroking and teasing with the very lightest touch of my nails. I tilt my head so I can see you uninterrupted. You look a little dazed but are quickly coming into focus. You reach forward and brush my hair a little further to the side so your view is unhindered, and after a moment I decide I never gave you a no-touch rule, so you may continue (see? And they say I’m not generous). You slide your hand over my hair, petting gently, then tangling your fingers in it, gradually tightening your grip to better direct my movements. I moan around your cock and get a smirk in return for all you’ve had to put up with (poor, poor baby).

So, apparently I need to regain the upper hand.

With a last, terribly delicate scrape of nails, my hand leaves your balls and now I’ve got a two-handed grip on you, squeezing and stroking in contrast. I turn my head to the side, and bite slowly, but hard enough to leave a mark, on the inside of your thigh, a few inches below and to the left of your cock. Your hands twist hard in my hair and I whimper as tears sting my eyes, quickly laving the bite with soft strokes of my tongue. Your hands loosen and I take the opportunity to untangle my hair from your fingers. As I move to stand, a bit of wickedness overwhelms me, and I very very lightly nip the top of your shaft, mouth gone before you can even squeak, fingers giving a goodbye brush.

Back on my feet, my robe giving me slightest of advantages over you, I hurriedly put the mask back into place.

You’re almost at the edge of your control, rising with that gleam in your eyes, and I know I have brief seconds before I get thrown backward onto the bed and, well, fucked.

“Stop!” Every once of forcefulness I can gather goes into my statement. “I am not done with you,” I repeat. “You had your fun, now it’s my turn.” Before I can help it, my last statement is accompanied by a sulky pout. It’s frozen for a moment, our tableau, and then you give in with a sigh and ‘continue’ wave.

Hurriedly, before your good nature fails, I tug you by the hand to my vanity desk (Ive dropped my in-control facade by now, I’m too excited) and urge you to lean over and against it, bracing your hands on the edge. While anal play is nothing new to us, this is this first time I’ve used the harness and dildo and I’m shaking with excitement as I tug and pull the gown over my head, then bend down and grab the case from under the bed. When I turn back to you, I notice your knuckles are white with effort and I realize that… in my… excitement… I accidentally… gave you quite the view. Accidentally of course, did I mention accidentally?

My hands are shaking so much it takes me longer than Id expected to make the few final arrangements from when I took it out of the box when I got it this afternoon, and this ratchets the tension higher. Final arrangements, I slip the tiny vibrator in the pouch, escort bostancı grab the lube, and step behind you.

The position is no happy accident. I spent hours today with chairs and mirrors, rearranging things here and trying different positions there. It’s all paying off now though, because when I stand behind you I have a perfect view of your face and your hand idly stroking your cock, squeezing hard as you get to the crest, then slowly, slowly, back down. I’ll also be able to see my cock.. Hmmmm. My cock… sliding into your ass as I finally get to take you.

Quickly, preparations. We’re neither new to this, and you take the lubed dildo to start with only a hoarse groan. I work you open carefully before letting it go deeper. I wish you could see your face in the mirror; your eyes are closed, your breath hisses from between parted lips, and a vein in your temple keeps time with the beating of heart. Now I see what you see when you’re behind me.

“Baby?”

You drag your eyes open, lust burning incandescent, and nod jerkily. I lick my lips and catch your eyes with mine, praying you won’t close them again but not wanting to break any more of this spell with talking. I throw the dildo to the floor, and then catch my breath as finally.. finally.. I get to take you, to part you, thrust into you, fill you as you so often fill me. I want so badly to look down, to watch, but I cant break that connection hold our eyes locked in the mirror.

It’s the slow heavy thrusts that I love, the whimper, the moan, where I want to beg you to move faster, for more, and I try to echo your ghost, your strokes. I remember something I read, and I’m finally able to break eye contact. I look down to watch the thick black flesh parting you, the pause when I bottom out, then the exquisite rasp as I withdraw. I’m going slowly, so fucking slowly, exploring my own power and feeling this from the other way, so I don’t notice at first when you start pushing back, pushing out, rolling your hips up and squeezing your muscles like I’m sure you’ve seen me do a thousand times before. My thrusts get faster, and I try to remember the thing, the thing I have to remember, the thing you do that make me scream, in the midst of all the smell of sweat, sex, and you, and oh fucking god, the vibrator is going to help but it’s the visual of you lifting and begging on every withdrawal that’s going to get me and…

I remember.

I bend my knees and as I bottom out I press the dildo up and back, and a second after I see cum spurting all over your hand and my vanity, and hear you groan my name, I go over too.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

He looks up from the pages shaking in his hand, looks to his wife. She’s wearing the terry robe that she always wears when she gets out of the bathtub, before she puts on her nightgown. She’s sitting demurely on the couch, legs crossed at the ankles, hands crossed in her lap. She’s smiling the same smile that she’s worn for the last 15 years of the marriage, but.. maybe there is a bit of a sly twist at one end. He looks down at the printed papers in his hands.

“You.. wrote this?”

She continues to regard him silently, watchfully. He knows the answer, she handed him the papers and sat down to watch him read them.

He swallows, mouth suddenly Sahara dry, throat so clenched water wouldn’t get down anyway. He shakes his head, confused, trying to clear his vision, and then suddenly he’s looking back up at her.

“Would you.. ever.. I mean.. did you..” He clears his throat, tries again. “You wrote this for me?”

A slight nod from her direction.

He looks down again, staring for answers in the printed pages, then says to hell with it and makes that leap. “Can we go upstairs?”

Finally, a full smile from her. She stands, and as she does, he can clearly see the black and purple harness straps wrapped around her hips.

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Charleston, one of my favorite cities, how thoughtful of you to pick it for our second rendezvous! I am familiar with the bed and breakfast inn you selected for our stay. It is a lovely place that fronts the Battery. The 6.5 hour drive has been a relaxing one, as I put the CDs on and let the music float over me. As I pull into one of the empty parking spaces, I try to remember what time you said your flight arrived and whether or not you will be here yet. Unloading my bags from the trunk, I catch a glimpse of you sitting on the porch sipping what looks like iced tea. You see me at about the same time, and come over to assist me with my luggage. You laugh when you notice that I have three different bags! How like a woman to over pack you comment. “Only because I wanted to be prepared for anything!” I retort with a giggle and a wink. On the way past your chair on the veranda, I take a big gulp of your tea. Imagine my surprise when I discover it is not iced tea, but a Long Island Tea! Sputtering a little, I manage to eek out a , “I see you started the weekend without me!” You laugh again.

We cart the luggage up to our room, and I quickly unpack, not wanting to waste precious time. The city awaits! You sit patiently, albeit a little nervously, watching my rapid movements. I am aware of your presence and your tenseness. It is like meeting again for the first time. Smiling, I walk slowly over to the chair where you are sitting, and placing a hand on each arm rest, I lean in. I gently and softly kiss your lips and whisper, “I am so pleased to be here with you.” Our kiss deepens as our passion begins to rise. Our tongues meet and explore each others mouth with a fierce intensity built of so many months apart. You taste so sweet! I think the blazing desire catches us both a little by surprise. We break our kiss and gaze into each others eyes. You see the fire in my eyes, and it is mirrored in yours. I lightly and tenderly run my hand across your face before standing upright again. I reach down, grab you by the hand, and say let’s explore the city. You are a little puzzled by the sudden shift, but when you look at my face you see the passion and tenderness there. You know that later tonight we will explore the depths of that desire.

The afternoon and evening went by so quickly! We saw so many sights…the historic homes, the waterfront, the market, etc. We had such a delightful time exploring together, talking and laughing all the while. Walking hand in hand, the conversation flowed easily and spontaneously, as it always seems to for us no matter how long we have been apart. We can tease each other, get excited over a new discovery, and giggle over a shared joke. Supper at Bocci’s was fabulous! The food was expertly prepared and the service first rate. We both had a few glasses of escort ataşehir red wine and are feeling very mellow.

As we begin our walk back to the B&B, taking in the beautiful peacefulness of the Battery, our conversations turn a little more risqué. We taunt and tantalize each other with our words. I recall a chat we had online and take delight in whispering parts of it to you, watching the heat rise in your face! You pick up the game and respond appropriately. I giggle and say, “You are doing it again!” You playfully swat my behind as you remind me that I was the one who started this. I giggle again and with a wink must admit that you are correct.

We are still smiling and talking as we make our way up to our room. The electricity flowing between us is tangible as you unlock the door. As you close the door behind us, I lean into you, putting my arms around you. I cannot wait any longer! The passion has been building for so long! My lips seek yours hungrily! You respond in kind. Our mouths open to allow our tongues mutual access. The desire I feel is almost overwhelming. I quickly dispense with your shirt and unbuckle your pants, sliding them and your underwear down in one movement. You step out of them and remove your shoes and socks at the same time. You stand before me naked. I drink in the sight of you. You see the blaze has returned to my eyes. My hands begin to wander over your skin, feeling the smoothness and warmth of it. You pull away for a moment and tease, “Hey, are you not going to let me see you?” In my haste, I had forgotten I was still fully dressed! I look up at you through half slit eyes, and ask you sweetly to undress me please.

You run your hands over the front of my sweater, brushing lightly past my nipples, causing them to immediately swell and stand at attention. Your hands slip up under the sweater and bring it up over my head. I am wearing a pink lace bra that we have discussed in email. You grin broadly, knowing I wore it especially for you! Taking your time you run your hands over the lace, cupping my breasts, feeling the weight of them once again. It has been too long! Reaching around my back, you release the hooks, and let the bra fall to the floor. You move your hands back to the front to hold my full breasts in your hands. They feel so heavy as you massage them. You kneel down and place your lips at the tip of one nipple, gently pulling it into your mouth. My fingers run themselves over your hair. Your mouth and hands tenderly caress my breasts, alternating between them. Rising back up for a moment your lips return to mine, kissing me passionately. I feel the heat of our bare chests pressed tightly together.

With my face held in your hands, you explore my face with your lips…and I in turn yours. I find that spot on kadıköy escort bayan your neck where your pulse beats and rest my lips there for a moment, feeling the quickening of your blood as your desire rises. I move my lips further down your chest until I find your nipples. I know they are as sensitive as mine, and how much you enjoy them being touched. I run my tongue gently over each one in turn. I alternately take each one into my mouth, affectionately sucking on them. Mmmmm…the satiny smoothness feels so good. My tongue flicks around the diminutive nub and I lightly nip at it. Then soothe it again with the flat of my tongue.

While you are enjoying the attention I am paying to your body, you once again remind me that I am still wearing clothing. You quickly undo my jeans and ease them and my panties down my hips. I wiggle out of them. You failed to notice that I kicked off my sandals the minute we hit the door to the room. Now I am standing nude before you. You let your gaze wander over my entire body, and I blush. I cannot help it! You notice the blush and kiss me softly, wrapping me in your arms as you do so.

The feeling of our bodies pressed tightly together is incredible! You are so warm! I feel the evidence of your desire hard and firm against me. Still joined in an embrace, we move towards the bed.

I have you sit on the edge of the bed, and I kneel between your legs. My hands explore the downy softness of your lower regions. My lips seek out your manhood. The tip of my tongue lightly flicks at the head of your magnificent cock. It paints circles all around the head, from the top opening to the underside. Then I take the head into my mouth, sucking softly. I run my tongue around the head while it is encased inside my warm moist mouth. While my mouth is busy with your cock, my hands find their way to your balls and cup them gently. I roll them around, feeling the weight of them. I have to taste them! I move my lips down and take each one in turn into my mouth, running my tongue all over them, soaking them. I feel them tighten under my touch. I lick my way back up the length of your cock, saturating it, preparing it for my mouth. I move back up to the head and in one quick movement, slide you all the way into my mouth and throat. I move carefully up and down your shaft, reaching all the way down to your balls, and flicking my tongue out to lap them as my lips pass by. I increase the pressure and feel you get even harder. Your hands reach down, and ease my face up to yours.

Kissing ardently, we scoot to the center of the bed. You roll over on top and your hard cock enters my warm nest. I am so wet that you slide easily in and out. Your strokes are strong and sure. Deeper and faster you penetrate with each thrust of your hips. You fit my escort bostancı body, each contour molded as if we are two parts of a whole. The passion and desire we feel are written all over our faces. My eyes are glazed as each lunge of your body inside mine brings me closer to climax. My legs are pulled all the way up with my ankles resting on your shoulders. Your body and mine glisten with a sheen created from the heat of our actions. You watch my face and lean in to share another kiss, pressing ever stronger into me.

I whisper that I want you to rest a minute. Locked together we savor the closeness and warmth of each other’s body. You know what I would like next. You bring me up to my knees, spreading my legs apart so that you can enter me deeply from behind. You watch your cock plunge into me and come back out drenching wet from my depths. Reaching one hand to the front, you finger my clit as you move in and out of me. I feel the tingles growing. You continue to move your fingertip around my button in quick feather light swirls.

Noticing a bottle of oil on the bedside table brings a grin to your face. You had not paid attention when I was unpacking, and not see that I laid out several items for our enjoyment. Continuing your thrusts, you quietly take the oil from the nightstand and run a stream down the line of my rear. I start for a moment, at the coolness of the oil, but smile at the thought of what is to come. You run your finger through the oil, and up and down my rear, as your cock keeps moving inside my pussy. You play with my rosebud, coaxing it to relax and accept your attention. Little by little you ease your finger in my ass. Oh, honey, it feels sooooo good. You move your finger in and out of my ass in time to the rhythm of your cock’s plunges into my now sopping nest.

Pulling your finger and cock out of me, you ask if I want more. I nod because I am so excited and hot that I cannot find my voice other than to moan. Carefully and gently you place the head of your cock at the tip of the opening of my ass. You ease just the head in, giving me time to adjust to the width of you. You ever so slowly push the rest of the way in. Once again you pause to allow me time to get used to the size and feel of you lodged within me. As you feel me relax, you begin cautiously moving in and out, careful not to pull all the way out. Our passion rises to yet another level, and I tell you to let go. You begin thrusting in earnest, moving in short deep strokes within my ass. My body is quivering, and I moan in ecstasy. You know I am close to climax and hasten your strokes. Your breath is coming quicker, and you feel your body tense at the same time as mine. Together we climax in spasm so intense as to be almost mythical. I feel you shoot deep inside my ass as my pussy contracts around your finger, gripping it tightly. We collapse in a heap on the bed, neither of us able to speak for a moment.

Once I find my voice, I say, “Ready to go again?” You moan, and we both erupt in a fit of laughter as we hold each other close and rest.

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No, I didn’t know his name. I didn’t know his age, or even if he was straight. But I knew I had to have him.

I work at a bar, making drinks and the usual gala galore. He came in with two other friends of his and looked stunning. Tight jeans on his butt, boot cut, nice looking boots and a tight black shirt them emphasized his pectorals and his biceps and triceps. Skin smooth and tanned from working outside. That wasn’t a tanner tan. His hair was black and a little shaggier than most of the country boys in my bar. And he had an excellent white smile and big baby blues. The scuffle on his cheeks were just enough of a shadow to make me wonder if he’d had it shaved that morning, or if he just didn’t want to shave.

“What can I get you boys?” I ask, I look at the other two blonde friends next to him, ignoring him as I didn’t want him to notice my blushing. Something about a hot man just makes me lose my cool.

“We’ll take three New Holland Poet Stouts, and three pickle backs please.” Say Blondie

. Mr. Fabulous looks over at his friend and says, “Make that two of those and a root-beer for me. I gotta be a DD.” I nod. Responsible and smooth. I like that. After ringing in the drinks and getting them set up, I grab the money from Blondie

and get them all set with change. He left me a five for their $20.00 tab, not too bad. Turning back around to the bar and other patrons, I felt eyes on me. Not the weird hair rising on the back of your neck stare, but the melted chocolate stare that just makes your panties melt.

I turned.

I almost came with that look I was getting.

Mr. Fabulous was staring at my ass, and slowly giving my body a checkout and finally, realized I was watching him. He winked, and then wandered off. Phew. A break.

As the night went on I would run out and get more drinks for them while they were playing pool with each other for quarters, continuously checking up on them and making sure their drinks didn’t go empty or getting them another water or soda. Mr. Fabulous was an excellent pool player and was running the table. As the night wound down, he continued playing when I was cutting myself from behind the bar to let the late bartender go ahead and close out. He was able to handle it. I would count the money when the bar was empty to make sure everything was set for the next day and lock the doors.

Going around to the other side of the bar when clocking out I got myself a Fuzzy Sloe Screw(Peachtree, OJ, and Sloe Gin). Sitting down at the bar stool I looked out at Mr. Fabulous playing on the table, he was bent over so I got to check out his ass in those tight pants, and look at the bulge his testicles and his cock were leaving in the jeans. I kept thinking, what I would do if it was empty in this bar. I’d probably end up sitting on my knees behind him and start licking at his nuts while in the jeans and rub his package and squeeze that fine ass. I started to feel my pussy juices vamp up with that idea. And then, I decided to just go for it.

Getting up I walked over to the table and set two quarters down for the next game. The Blondies had already picked a girl up and had left leaving Mr. Fabulous playing pool with an old man who was leaving soon anyways. Last call had been dealt with so I knew we didn’t have long.

“Hey there stranger, don’t you take too long, I wanna play a game to put you in your place there Pool Shark!” He laughed, took a sip of his root beer and then nodded. When he won the game he shook the old mans hand and then racked the set up. I went to the pool rack, bent over to look at the weights of the shafts on the ledge when I felt as if something was watching me again. I flipped my hair back and looked behind me to realize Mr. Fabulous was staring at my ass again. Perfect. I was wearing a tight pair of leggings and a mid hip flow shirt that accentuated my hips and my ass. I felt for sure that I would have a leak spot on my pussy from staring at him so hard all night. When he saw me watching him watch me, I shook my ass a little and winked in reply.

Finally grabbing the shaft I would be using I went to the head of the table and broke the triangle in a large expense spreading the balls across the table. Two pocketed, the three and the five. I called the seven, the two, and the one. I missed on the one but only by a little bit. Turning around I saw Mr. Fabulous staring at my ass again. Walking up to him, I slowly whispered, “How about we bet on the next game baby?” He looked down from his six inches taller than me height, “And what would be bet, doll?” I smiled. “I will have Jeremiah leave so I can do the till after 2:30, you’re gonna stay in here until I’m done to ‘walk me out to my car…'” He smirked, nodded, and finally pendik escort whispered close to my ear, “You trying to take advantage of me?” I set the stick aside, turned to check the almost empty bar out, slid my hand to his chest and downward, until I hit his belt buckle and pulled him towards me. “I will, and you’ll let me…” Smiling I went up to the bar to get one more drink while he took his shots. Returning I finished the game off and we started to set the room up on the one side that was empty. Jeremiah ushered everyone out and then asked if I was sure I wanted Mr. Fabulous to be here while I closed. After confirmation I walked him to the door, locked it, and then shut the security cameras off for all cameras but outside. Turned the door shield to keep prying eyes out and finished the till.

Heading back Mr. Fabulous was leaning on the table with the smirk I just wanted to lick off. At this point my panties were long gone, replaced with a pair of sparkling black lace thong and my bra had long since been switched to the black lace push up I had in my bag. I still wore the leggings, but I had pulled them up a little higher so they would be tighter on my ass, encasing it and preparing it for the opportunity I knew was coming. I knew he was gonna fuck this pussy, this ass maybe, and get this girl to cum. And I planned on doing the same exact same thing to him.

“Alright Mr. Fabulous, ready?”

“What are we betting Doll?”

I had to think about that. “How about, we do a series of games. You know I think you’re pretty damn fine, and I have been catching you stare at this ass all night, you win, you decide what is done to me, I win, I decide what is done to you. Fair?”

He broke out into a grin and nodded, speaking finally, “Nothing is off boundaries right?”

I nod. “Right.”

We flipped a coin. I got the break first, I broke and ran the table to two balls. He ran the table to three, I got the last two balls in and scratched on the eight. He won.

Walking around me, he spinned me in a circle, turning me to the wall and said, “Hands on wall. Now.” I walked to the wall and laid my hands on it flat palmed. Breathing I felt him behind me, not really sure what to expect. Finally I feel hands on my ass. Yes. I moan, and he says, “Silence. Not a sound when it is my turn unless I tell you what to say.” I nod confirmation. I feel my pussy leaking more juices out and simply wanna rub his hand on me for relief.

When his hands came onto my hips I jumped a little but never took my hands off the wall. He slowly unraveled my legging down to my ankles, lifting one foot then the other to remove them, leaving the thong on, and slowly removing my sandals. He separated my legs so there was a two foot gap between each foot, spreading my pussy and spreading my butt cheeks enough to be able to see the thong cupping my juicy cunt and my ass. I felt his hand on my shoulder bending me forward, extending my ass into the air and making me wish he would just fuck my pussy hard right then and there. Instead, I felt him caress my ass and slap my buttcheek, hard. I almost made a noise but instead breathed faster so I wouldn’t make a peep of a noise.

After the slap he rubbed the tender spot and then, unexpectedly kissed it so it wouldn’t be sore anymore. “You can get off the wall, let’s do game two woman! Rack em up!” I turned around and smiled, taking a sip of my drink, grabbing his fifty cents, and then bending ass to him over to get the balls onto the table. I didn’t have a second to react when I felt him lift my legs and body onto the table and forward onto my knees and hands. The thong was tugged to the side and I felt my pussy being spread apart in an inspection. I keep myself very clean with getting Brazilian waxes so I am hair free… and I felt every single eye twitch he stared at me with.

And then, I felt a warm tongue start to circle around from my taint, to my labias, just circling. He started to rub my clit and I started to shake. It felt marvelous. I started to push my ass into his face, trying to get him to put his tongue deep into my hungry cunt. He started to force his tongue stiffly into my pussy and started moving my hips back and forth imitating sex with his tongue. With the circling around my clit I started to feel the pressure build in my spine. He finally grabbed his hand and started finger fucking me with two fingers, scratching my G spot every other time making my head spin.

The whole time he kept licking me making me want to scream. Finally, he hit my clit instead of circling it and I clenched down onto his hand, screaming my orgasm. Falling forward I felt him resettle my thong back into place. At this point I realized… I didn’t want to play anymore. maltepe escort I wanted to just go at it. After a few seconds I turned around and then finally sat up.

“Now, Mr. Fabulous. Get you and that sexy self over here.” I did the come hither finger, and he stepped up to me. “Oh yeah? What now doll?” I jumped up and took the thong off, the top and the bra off to stand naked in front of him. Looking at him I raised an eye brow. “I expect you to take those pants off, and everything else too…” He nodded in agreement understanding the games were over. He took his shirt off and I just about came on the spot again, I could already feel my pussy juices starting up again and getting ready to slide down my inner thighs. He had an iguana tattoo starting on his shoulder curling around his chest and resting on his hip. The blue accentuated his eyes and tan skin. When he had that off, he started on his belt and his jeans, leaving them undone but not off. I lost patience and finally walked up and pulled his jeans down. He was not wearing any underwear or boxers. Fucking. Hot. His cock was already hardening and was definitely was a grower not a bragger. The man was already eight inches semi hard and not even finished growing in length. He smiled and then flexed and within seconds, he was at ten inches and easily six and a half inches around in girth. The man was set like a fucking stallion. Getting to my knees I grabbed his cock and start to slurp on it wanting to taste cum on my tongue and all over me. I felt him tense up and decided to work on my idea from earlier when I saw him. I have him stand up completely, feet separated like he had mine earlier.

Hands groping his nuts, I turned and twisted them until he had relaxed enough to have them drop a little lower into my palms. They had a light dusting of pubic hair on them, but nothing Sasquatch length or thickness. He was a well trimmed man, he kept the dark pubic hair to a minimal which made it much easier for me to bottom out on his cock with my tongue. I sucked the head in, still playing with his nutsack and swallowed as if I could actually gulp that big cock down my throat and out my pussy. He groaned. Step one down.

I started slobbering onto his knob and moaning causing vibrations to go up his penis into his pelvic area causing him to groan some more. I finally stopped playing with his testicles and grabbed his ass and squeezed. He thrust forward causing me to choke on the sudden loss of air. He grabbed the side of my face and started face fucking my lips, dribbling drool down my chin and onto my naked chest. Picking up speed I knew he was aiming for a strong finish, I put my hand back to his nuts feeling for the notice he was about to shoot his load into the back of my throat. When the boys started to shake and started to raise up, I snuck my hand in between them and pressed my pointy finger right into his ass and pressed into his prostate. Instantly Mr. Fabulous moaned and shot after shot of his cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed as much as I could but ended up losing some down my face and onto my chest.

After a couple of last second pitter patter shots of cum Mr. Fabulous pulled out and stepped back, grabbing a paper napkin from a table by the pool tables for me to wipe off with. I wiped the cum off my chest and dried my chin up so I could look him in the eye without looking like a mess. When that was finally done, I looked over at him and surprisingly, he was ready for round two.

“You always got this much stamina?”

He smiled, “Only when a cum-guzzler obviously wants my dick!”

I sighed, turned to the chair next to him after setting two together, and got onto hands and knees. Turning and looking at him, I winked, “Well then… better show me what else that cock can ‘cum’ up with!” Shaking my ass I felt my cum drip from my pussy onto the black plastic of the seat into clear view. I wanted him to be able to see everything, so I spread my ass apart so he could see not only my sopping pussy, but also my tight asshole. If we were going to fuck, we were going to fuck and fuck dirty.

“Only for you doll.” I turned around and bent forward a little and felt him press the head of his cock to my entrance. I slid my pussy up and down so the head would get covered in my pussy juices, preparation. I felt him finally put a hand on my back to stop my wiggling. “Last question doll,” I nodded, “You want this hard and brutal or do you want this to be sweet. Because I ain’t up for sweet right now.”

I giggled. “Fuck me like you fucking hate me damnit.”

And he slammed in. I gasped. He was fucking huge and filled me straight to the cervix and what felt right into my chest. He grabbed a hold of my shoulders kartal escort and then started pistoning into my pussy like a madman. With how hard he was fucking me I knew I’d feel that for days after this and probably have to queef from how much air he was fucking me with. He slammed in and out dragging his cock across my G-spot and his nuts hitting my clit hard. Grunting, I felt a drop of sweat fall onto my back and started to moan loudly. Approved.

He grunted and that’s when I realized he had removed his hands from my shoulders, one was holding an ass cheek separate while the other was thumbing my asshole. I turned my head around and said after moaning, “Fuck it.” He shoved his thumb deep into my ass making me feel full with both of my holes feeling it.

“You fucking whore. You like it when I fuck around with this ass don’t you?” Fuck yes, I moaned, dirty talk was a definite.

“Only if you’re gonna fuck that too.” He slowed his thrust and finally ended up stopping, and pulling out. Well damn. Maybe too much.

Instead Mr. Fabulous leaned down toward my ass and gave my asshole a spit-wad and began lubing me up with his tongue circling it and his fingers pushing his spit into my asshole. I felt the stretching and tried to relax into it, knowing, whether or not I was lubed enough, I was getting a dick in the bum. One way, or another. He kept lubing me up with his tongue by poking and prodding my asshole and spitting on it. Eventually, I relaxed enough and was grinding into his hand.

“Get your ass onto the pool table. Face me and ass at the end of the table. Now!”

I stood up and felt my body protest. I just wanted to be fucked more. I just wanted to cum continuously onto his cock and his cock cum all over me. But move to the position on the pool table I did. I sat at the edge and laid back onto my elbows and opened my legs for him to step into.

He thrusted into my pussy making me aware of exactly how large Mr. Fabulous was. His hair was swept back and he had a gold shine to his forehead. Definitely in for the workout. Handling my hips and sliding my ass off the table, and finally pulling my legs to by the side of my chest, leaving my pussy wide open and leaking into my asshole as well, he rubbed his dick on my tight pucker and started to press.

I gasped. I seriously underestimated this. Mr. Fabulous did a slow thrust back and forth into my asshole when finally, I felt the head of his dick pop into my ass. I moaned, he filled me completely balls deep and started doing circular motions with his hips. Fuck. Yes. I could tell that if he was going to fuck me like this I’d come. I said so, and got a nod. He continued the motion and then started circling my clit with his other thumb. I felt the sparkling feeling in my spine shoot right to my clit and my head. Explosions, orgasms and a slight shower to him when I squirted on his chest. He smiled and continued, slowly picking up speed on fucking my tight asshole. I could feel him halfway up my spine!

I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensations, moans continual at this point, and just enjoying the after orgasm feelings with the build up slowly coming again. When I felt something cold on my pussy I opened my eyes and found the rootbeer bottle from earlier in his hand and he was slowly filling me up with it. It was too much. I squirted from the full pressure of my ass getting fucked, my pussy getting fucked and the general idea of having a bottle in my pussy. I came so fucking hard I clamped down onto Mr. Fabulous’ cock and felt it pulse and a hot jet of cum shoot into my ass. I knew I definitely had a cream pie at least.

Mr. Fabulous pulled out finally when his dick had gone limp, I sighed at the empty feeling of both bottle and dick no longer filling my body. He turned around and grabbed a clean bar towel after putting some water on it, came over, and cleaned me up to the best of our ability. Standing up finally, I could tell I definitely had been fucked. My ass was sore and felt as if it was extended, and my pussy was definitely still leaking my pussy juice out of it with cum.

Nevertheless, we both got dressed, I turned the pool table lights off, putting the towel into the bin and the trash and the rootbeer bottle into their deposit returns. Turning around, Mr. Fabulous looked at me with a smirk, put his hand out to shake and said, “By the way Doll, as much as Mr. Fabulous amuses me, my name is Crispin.” I nodded.

“Name is Kelly, I’m head bartender here.” We looked at each other, walked out of the bar and he stayed until I locked it up from the outside with the alarm set on the inside. Getting to my car, Crispin looked at me and said, “So… what are you doing tomorrow night Kelly?”

I looked at him under my lashes, “Well, I work until close… I’m sure I could find something to do after I close though Crispin… But you’ll need to bring lube AND a dildo this time. Fair?”

A grin again, “How about a real human honey?”

Hmmmmmm… Maybe?

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I met Marti by accident, and I do mean by accident. I was wandering around our small PX on the kaserne, getting in a little OFO time, as we called. Since you probably don’t understand, that means Officially Fucking Off! Basically it was slow in the office and I needed to stretch my legs, and I decided to look at some new stereo equipment that had just arrived.

I grabbed a couple of music CDs and a magazine, and wandered to the register to check out. There were a couple of people in line at the only register open, so I was standing out in the aisle. I was minding my own business and leafing through the magazine when a shopping cart slammed into me and almost knocked me down.

I fell against an end cap, fortunately though I didn’t knock anything over. When I looked up to see who did it, I was face to face with a big girl, red headed, about 220 lbs, just slightly shorter than me. She had a really pretty face that was twisted into a snarl.

“Why can’t you stay out of people’s way?” she hissed at me.

“Pardon me?” I asked.

“Stay out of people’s way! Or didn’t you hear me the first time. Do you speak English?” she continued.

I was slightly taken aback, not expecting to be run over while waiting to check out. I also didn’t tolerate anyone talking to me like that. Her running into me had nothing to do with me and everything to do with her own carelessness.

“I speak English quite well,” I replied. “Are you blind?”

She didn’t like that at all and quickly responded, “No I’m not blind and I will not tolerate being spoken to like that.”

“I really don’t care what you will or will not tolerate. You should pay attention where you point your cart in this cramped building,” I snapped.

Wow! She turned red in the face, and loudly spouted, “I will see the manager about tossing you out of her. I will not tolerate being talked to like that.”

I had to laugh, which made her even madder.

“Go get the manager, please. And while you return with him, please also explain why you can’t seem to drive a shopping cart without injuring people,” I slammed back.

She went charging off in a huff (okay, time for a Groucho Marx joke) and returned in about a minute and a huff with the manager in tow. Actually he was the assistant manager; the manager had not come to work yet. He appeared thoroughly scared and overwhelmed.

“That’s him. That’s the one I told you about,” she bellowed, pointing at me.

A small group of nosy onlookers found some amusement at the situation. The manager carefully stepped up to me where I was now standing next to the cash register waiting to check out.

“Pardon me sir, but did you insult this lady?” he said, pointing toward the big red head.

I figured that snide was out and nasty was called for, so I retorted, “I find it difficult to insult someone who is, in fact, their own insult to me, your other customers, and Western civilization!”

He looked slightly confused. Apparently what I said flew past him and hit the red head in the ears.

She sputtered and choked for a second, and proceeded to yell, “Do you see what I mean. He should be tossed out of here immediately.”

The poor guy was trapped, and had no idea what to do until someone stepped up beside the end cap where I had been previously and said, “The lady ran into him with her shopping cart. If anyone should be thrown out, it’s her. She appears to be trying to start trouble.”

I looked to see who was defending me, and saw a slightly built black gentleman in civilian clothes but obviously military. I knew the face but couldn’t picture where I had seen him. He smiled at the assistant manager and offered him an identification card. The fellow took a look at the ID card and turned slightly pale. He apparently knew who he was speaking to.

Red decided she wasn’t getting enough attention and bellowed at the black gentleman, “Why don’t you just keep your nose out of people’s business. And don’t get in my way either or you’ll regret it!” she warned, shaking her finger at him.

The gentleman just smiled politely at her, leaned over to the assistant manager for a second and stepped toward the exit. I put my CDs and magazine on the counter and the clerk rang them up while Red continued to harangue the assistant manager about what he was going to do about me. I noticed that the black gentleman was standing by the front door now and had a small, hand held radio up to his mouth. It was a radio that the Military Police used!

I wasn’t the least bit worried but this was too good to pass up. After I paid for my purchase I started toward the door but the black gentleman asked me to wait for him in the foyer. About that time an MP vehicle stopped out front in the loading zone and two MPs entered the store.

The black gentleman motioned them to follow him, and he proceeded over to Red, who was still chewing on the poor assistant manager. He walked up and showed his identification to Red, who ignored him for a second and then noticed the pendik escort MPs. I could hear her roar from the front door.

“Well, it’s about time you people decided to throw the trouble maker out!”

The black gentleman told her something quietly, and she turned almost purple. She let loose with volley of yelling and screaming at anyone within earshot about who she was and what she was going to do. This tirade lasted long enough for one of the MPs to move beside her and take her arm to guide her out. She jerked away violently and pushed him away. In a flash, the MP had her arm behind her back and the other one had his cuffs out handcuffing her. She was screaming bloody murder, swearing now, and I just ducked out of the way as they hauled her to the waiting car.

As soon as they cleared the door the black gentleman identified himself as the Provost Marshal for the military community in Heilbronn. For you civilians, that meant he was the Police Chief. He took my name, unit, and work phone, and I left. Later I was called to the Community Commander’s office to provide sworn testimony in a hearing to determine if Red was going to be sent back to the states.

The next time I saw her was at the hearing. She was a totally different person. Smiling, subdued, quiet. She appeared to have met God, or the fear thereof. She was with her husband, a captain in a field artillery battalion. He was not a happy camper either.

When I was called to speak, I gave my version in simple, brief terms. But when I was asked if I thought she should be evacuated to the states, I said no.

For some reason, I felt she had learned something important, mainly about not getting her way and running over people, and if she stayed she would have a figurative Damocles sword hanging over her head.

She was allowed to stay in country, and I didn’t see her again for about 3 months. I accidently ran into her in the slot machine room at the club. I had eaten lunch and wandered in to play some quarter slots and sat down next to her without realizing who it was. She touched my sleeve and I looked around.

“Aren’t you the guy I got into trouble at the PX?” she asked quietly but casually.

I looked again, and sure enough, it was Red.

“I believe I am,” I replied, not knowing if she was going to repeat her shenanigans.

She looked away and down for a moment, and then smiled sweetly and said, “I just wanted to thank you for what you said at the hearing. When the Community Commander gave us his decision, he said that he weighed what you had said seriously, and felt you were correct. He decided to let me stay here.”

I smiled back and said, “Well, I hope that it works out for the best.”

She touched my arm gently and told me, “I am so sorry about all that. I had jet lag, and I was PMS’ing, my husband had to leave for a 45 day exercise in Gräfenwohr, and I was just miserable and lost. I thought you would tell them how mean and nasty I was and I was doomed to go back to the states. You really helped me.”

I was surprised to hear such nice things coming from Red, considering what a trash mouth she had. She looked away shyly, and fed some more coins into her slot machine. I reached over and touched her arm.

She looked up and I told her, “I’m really a nice guy and I felt something was bothering you. You couldn’t make me that mad. Besides, I don’t care what a beautiful woman does around me except maybe pack a pistol. Otherwise, you can pretty much do what you want!”

She blushed, and positively beamed. She brushed back her hair nervously and went to say something and didn’t. She added some more coins even though she already had some good features lit up. She fidgeted on her stool.

Finally she gave the hair one last toss, and asked, “You really think I’m beautiful?”

I paused for a pregnant moment, leaned closer to her and in a conspiratorial tone whispered, “Beautiful…and damn sexy!”

Her face went totally red, and I thought for a minute I was on the verge of another tirade when she sputtered, “Why, uh, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. And I mean that….. actually both.”

She looked at me quizzically, “Both?”

I replied quickly, “All three, welcome, beautiful, and sexy.”

She positively beamed. She played her machine for a couple of more pulls and said, “A lot of people think I’m gross.”

I looked her in the eyes and said, “I meant what I said and I’m not a lot of people.”

She squirmed on her stool like a little school girl. She was obviously flattered, and as she tried to avoid my gaze, I gave her a once over. Sure she had red hair but it was a beautiful, natural color, not too bright, with subtle highlights. She had a wonderfully nice face when it wasn’t screwed into a grimace. As I mentioned, she weighed about 220 lbs. About 50 of that appeared to be breasts. She was wearing a shirt open at the front and a tank top underneath. I could see through the open shirt a pair of monsters.

Her ass was big and plump maltepe escort but not ill proportioned. It was actually well shaped and bounced nicely when she moved around. I found myself wondering if she was ripe for some extracurricular activities. I leaned toward her and told her my name. She smiled at me and told me her name was Marti. I asked if she came to the club at lunch very often. It was her first time.

I had to head back to the office but I asked as I was leaving, “Why don’t you meet me here for lunch tomorrow?”

She looked almost panicky for a second, and then stammered, “Lunch?”

“Yes, lunch, the midday meal. Eat. Talk. You can eat and have a conversation can’t you?” I asked.

“But…but…I don’t know.”

She was hooked.

I smiled and gave her the straight in the eyes sweet look and said, “We aren’t meeting, per se. We’ll just share a table and have some conversation. Do you like a late lunch.”

She blushed again, apparently a habit with her, and finally said, “I guess sharing a table and some conversation would be okay.”

As I stood, I told her, “Great. See you tomorrow right here, 12:30. Be hungry.”

Before she could say anything else, and since there was no one else in that section of the slots, I reached out and took her hand, gently kissing it. I dropped her hand, smiled and gave her a wave as I left.

I had no idea if she would show, but when I walked into the club, I was disappointed not to see her. I figured she chickened out. I wandered into the slots room, and there she was. I gently tapped her on the shoulder and asked if she was hungry.

She turned and smiled, saying, “Ravenous.”

I helped scoop her nickels into a small cloth bag and we headed for a table. The club wasn’t too busy since several of the units assigned were all in Gräfenwohr at the time, including her husband’s. We chatted over schnitzel and pommes frites, washing it down with Stüttgarter Hofbrau. She turned out to be an intelligent woman, knowledgeable about a wide variety of things. She was looking forward to a trip to Spain so she could try out the Spanish she learned in high school and college.

She enjoyed my telling her about many of the shopping, eating and club venues in Heilbronn and the surrounding area. She also asked if I was married. I told her about Mandi, and she told me a little about her husband. We had a fairly private corner, away from eaves droppers. While few people knew her, most of my battalion knew me. But I didn’t worry about any prying eyes.

After a second beer, she started telling me some personal information. She had started to gain weight shortly after she married her husband. She had topped out and actually lost about 20 pounds over the past couple of months. She was making a determined effort to slowly and permanently lose about 80 pounds. In the mean time, when she hit about 190, he husband quit sleeping with her, and told her he hadn’t married a fat pig and until she dropped weight, he didn’t want to have anything to do with her physically.

I was appalled at an insensitive jerk like that. Of course, here I was chasing tail like the jerk I was, but that’s a bunch of other stories! Anyway, she pretty much spilled her guts. She showed me a pic of her when she was around 140 lbs, and she was a doll. I asked some subtle questions about her experience before marrying (very little) and what she thought about not getting any sex (she wasn’t happy). I figured I would wait for one more lunch and see how I could get some of the plump butt.

She apparently had other ideas, and she broached them rather quickly.

“You know, I don’t mind having lunch here, but if I want to talk openly, I’m not really comfortable. Would you mind coming to my house for lunch instead?”

I weighed this invitation quickly, and considering my instincts before, I casually replied, “It’s okay with me.”

She smiled brightly and said, “Great. Tomorrow, 12:30, don’t be late!”

I was set back a bit with this but wasn’t about to blow a chance for a big, beautiful bottom.

She popped out of her chair, dropped some cash on the table, saying, “I got the tip.”

As she headed for the door, I honestly think she exaggerated her walk for me, because her ass was rocking and bouncing like it meant business. She looked back to see if I was looking and I leaned over to show her that I liked the view of her ass.

I showed up at her quarters for lunch. Since her husband was a captain, they had a two bedroom unit way back of the housing area near some woods, and at the end of the street. I had walked a walking trail that came within a few feet of the back of their quarters. I made a mental note that if I needed an escape route, or a hidden entrance, I couldn’t have asked for better.

I pulled into the drive and casually strolled up to the house. She opened the door before I could knock. I walked in and said hello. She motioned me to follow her into the dining area. She had made a mostly diet lunch kartal escort with fruit, thin sliced deli meats, some German brotchens, and a beer for me.

We ate quietly for a few minutes until she asked if it was okay to pick up where she left off yesterday. I let her talk, taking in most of it, and tried to avoid letting my mind, or eyes, wander to some heavy cleavage she was showing me. She must have found an underwire bra with a demi-cup because her breasts looked like they were sitting on a shelf, and the nipples poked through the thin pullover shirt she was wearing. She was also wearing some shorts that showed some nice ass cheek below the legs.

I had to shake myself out of my reverie when she asked me if I was one of those people who had a kink for big girls. Her cleavage was so interesting I almost missed it.

“Not at all,” I told her. “I just like women of all shapes, sizes and colors.”

She chuckled at this, and then asked, “So you’re one of those, what do they call them…you’re a dog!”

I laughed heartily, and agreed.

“You have something against dogs?” I asked.

“No, not at all,” she replied, “Some of my best friends are dogs.”

We both laughed at the small joke. Since she seemed to be in a jocular mood, I got up from my chair and walked around behind her.

Placing both hands on her shoulders, I leaned down into her ear and whispered, “I appreciate lunch, but this dog needs some raw meat to satisfy his hunger.”

She almost choked on the food she was chewing and took a sip of my beer to wash it down.

She leaned back and whispered back to me, “And where would there be any raw meat?”

I chuckled deviously and slid my hand down her side, and slowly over her thigh and pushed between her legs. She parted her thighs a bit so I slid my hand a little further down.

I whispered, “How about right here.”

She turned her favorite shade of red again, and gently moved my hand away. I noticed that she was breathing a bit harshly. She turned toward me and then back to the table.

“You’re a bit fast for me,” she said breathily.

“No faster than you want to be,” I told her quietly.

I leaned into her neck, pushing the hair aside, and nuzzled and kissed her neck for a moment. Then I gently moved down to her face and kissed her lips. She had nice, plump lips and she tasted like fresh fruit. She returned my kiss for a moment, and then pulled away almost reluctantly.

“Let’s just finish lunch today, Okay?”

I quickly replied, “Sure.”

She was still blushing and after a moments silence told me that she was eager to have sex but she also felt really guilty. Then, as though to make sure I returned, she told me something really sweet.

“I really want to have sex with you. And we will, but not right now. I promise I will be ready for anything when I am ready.”

“I can’t wait,” I told her.

We finished up, and I left with another kiss. The following Monday I answered my office phone and it was Marti. She went directly to the point.

“I think I know where a dog can find some raw meat, if he’s still hungry.”

I chuckled and replied, “He’s starving. Just point the right direction and he’ll find it.”

She laughed and said, “If you can get away for lunch maybe we can let that dog get his fill.”

“I can,” I replied quickly.

“Can you get here another way without driving up to the house? I found out there are a couple of busybodies who see everything.”

I told her, “Not a problem. I will come in off the walking trail in the woods. Just leave the living room doors to the back open. And no one will see me. I wear camouflage clothes!”

She chortled at the quip, and said, “Good, see you at the usual time.”

I hung up and thought, ‘the usual time?’ But it didn’t matter. I would soon be buried in a hot pussy, and hopefully a big round beautiful white butt.

Marti was obviously ready for action when I got there. She was dressed in a sheer silk gown. Without a bra, her breasts showed the obvious size, and weight, although they didn’t sag like I thought they would. The gown fit her fairly tightly, and I could see that although she was heavy, she didn’t have rolls. I liked that, because I enjoy a big girl occasionally, but not one who has mounds of fat sagging everywhere.

I pulled her to me and kissed her. She reacted quickly by pulling me closer and probing with her tongue. I kept this up until she was almost panting, and then released a hand from her waist to slowly slip a hand up and caressed a breast. She moaned quietly, and pushed back against my hand. After switching breasts, eliciting more moans, I reached down to grab a nice handful of plump butt. As I massaged and played with her ass, she pulled away from the kiss.

“God that feels wonderful. I haven’t had my butt played with in so long.”

I answered her comment by continuing to squeeze and massage her cheeks. She kissed me some more, and finally snaked a hand down between us. I hadn’t gotten very hard yet, since I was biding my time and I didn’t want to leak in my nicely starched, pressed uniform pants. But as she felt my cock through my pants, she smiled devilishly.

“Wow, nice,” she said. “I think this will be fun.”

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Note: All names have been changed. All characters are 18 & above. Any similarity is purely fiction.

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Native place and Theatres brought pleasant memory to all but to me it was horrifying till I entered the world of Sex. It was then I understood that I had wonderful experiences others would die to have. It was never horrifying instead very simulating.

One of the incident my memory recalls is the episode in the Janet theatre in my native place. The Theatre is in a complex, which has 2 more theatres, called Jain & Jincy. Jain & Janet theatre always played family movies while Jincy Theatre played only ‘A’ movies. We went to see – a love story film that had been running here for almost 3 months continuous houseful playing in Janet Theatre.

We always went to our native place as soon as the school closes. It was fun when all the relatives came together, but this time it was getting bore because majority of them couldn’t make it, though some had promised to reach as soon as possible. That was why we had decided on a film.

The ‘We’ meant Aunt Sheeja age around 32 breast whose marriage was a controversial and got married to her teacher at the age of 19, her daughter. Sonia her daughter who had a very beautiful face like a model with a small body. Her face looked like she was an adult but her body displayed her true age for which she was always angry. The next gorgeous figure with big boobs was my mom Sheila. She had a perfect ass which would bulge up in every type of dress she wore giving a knockout look. My younger sister Sowmya who was slim and looked younger than she was was another display of men’s lust. Other than the group of women the only males were Stevens & Raghav. Stevens was Aunt Sheeja son who was one year younger to me. I was 15 at that time. We only seldom went out. Though my mom & aunt were born up they were brought up at Uncles house in the town, so they could go to the class easily. They could never adjust to the city and being away from the village neither were they free here.

We arrived a little late and by that time the theatre was full. We were in despair; the thought of going back and simply sitting was unthinkable. Unable to take a decision we were standing there when suddenly a man approached us and asked mom if she was willing to buy tickets in black. After a moments hesitation and our ‘please’ look she said yes. He said it would cost 100 per ticket. The actual cost was only $40, but we didn’t think twice, we wanted to see the film so she bought it.

“Hurry up and go.” He said the film has started.

“Where’s the door?” She enquired.

“You are not from here?”

“We are from here but we live in Kochi.” She said

“Ah!” he said as if it made sense. “Please come.” He said leading the way till the door. “They are strangers here but our guest,” he said to the doorkeeper.

The ticket checker looked at us in an odd way and smiled. I thought it was because of the remote place where women came with big families consisting of many men. Women or a group of Women coming to see without husband or uncles was not heard of. Only one type of women went alone and just the thought that they were alone meant evil thoughts for them.

The film had begun and the lights were dimmed. There were only few people so we got a good seat. I was surprised because the tickets were all sold out, but then I thought maybe the black marketing people had got the main part of the ticket as there were many outside selling tickets in black. Everyone seemed to be looking at us. The print seemed a little old but since one year was over since it released, I didn’t think of it. Stevens sat in the end, followed by me with Sonia, Sowmya, mom and Aunt Sheeja. As soon as we sat some people from the back row came and sat in the row behind us, then slowly two of them came and sat near Aunt Sheeja leaving a seat empty in between them. Usually when we went to films we used to sit at the beginning of row so there wont be any trouble from people like unknown touch, smiles, etc, but since so many seats were available we had sat in the middle for the DTS effect. Also we couldn’t say anything especially since they had left a seat empty, which divided us from them. So we concentrated on the film, but as the film rolled on I began to get doubt – not on the men sitting near Aunt Sheeja but of the film.

Be it the hero or villain semi nude women always surrounded them both. There were kissing scenes and bed scenes though they did not show much. I think both mom & Aunt Sheeja had begun to feel the same doubt. They were discussing something between themselves. I saw Aunt Sheeja lean over and ask the person nearby,

“Isn’t this KNAPH II?”

They nodded; she turned towards to mom and said

“It seems so, maybe it’s the new generation films. They are always on beach or somewhere else.” Both of them giggled.

Suddenly the heroine in the film went to riverside and stripped down to her bra & panties, wadded into the river and started taking bath. With her back towards us the girl began to undo her bra and wrapped herself in pendik escort a white flimsy cloth. She dipped in the river and arose facing the audience. I focused on her cloth as her nipples were beginning to be visible through the flimsy cloth. I could trace her breast in their oval shape. Suddenly the villain jumped in and pulled her to the side and started to grab her. I held my breath as he pulled off the flimsy cloth. With the flimsy cloth gone she had only her red panties, which the villain was tugging at. They were rolling all over giving the view of her swollen breasts at every angle and her ass in the red underwear. They rolled on for some time with the villain grabbing and squeezing her breast and ass and sometimes sucking her nipples. They were rolling on when 4 other people came and surrounded them. Instead of saving her they grabbed her hands and leg as the villain pulled of the last piece of shame from her. She was held naked, spread eagle as the main villain arose and pushed down his shorts to project a stern long dick.

“What the…” Stevens exclaimed

My face turned red seeing his huge dick. Without turning my head I looked sideways. Both Sonia & Sowmya were watching dumbfounded. They never had seen anything like this. Come to think of I doubt if they have seen any other dick other than children’s small penis. To them such a long dick was sure to shock them. I looked at my mother & Aunt. They too were sitting and watching dumbfounded afraid to turn around in shame and fear. Had they been alone they would have just walked away in shame, leaving none the wiser but to see this with the children and the fear that they might spread it were making it worse. This was the first rape scene I hoped would end soon, usually I would get angry when the hero rescues the girl.

I stared back at the screen.

The girl was moved into sitting position facing the villains hanging dick. The other villains held her head and were teasingly pushing her head towards his dick as she continued to struggle. Slowly her face touched his dick. Her lips kissed his dick as she tried to move her face. They forced her to suck his dick. Holding her head he began pushing it deep into her mouth.

I looked at sis who was really startled at the change of the scene, and then I looked at mom again. It was then I noticed the seat near Aunt Sheeja wasn’t vacant anymore. Someone was sitting on it. His hands were moving on her thigh and she was trying to push it away without attracting anyone. I turned to get a view but he had removed his hand so I sat back to see the film which was a mistake, because the fucking scene wasn’t over.

The screen now showed 5 people rubbing their dicks and the girl spread eagle. One of them squatted in front of her and pushed his dick into her mouth while the other had lifted her legs sky-high and was trying to insert his dick in her while others were grabbing her ass & boobs. One fellow inserted his finger in her ass and she wriggled and in a way it helped the other person’s dick to enter her.

I looked at Aunt Sheeja. The other person had begun again. This time he was lifting her sari up. As he pulled it up I got a glimpse of her milky thighs. My dick began to grow. I sat as if I didn’t see the person undressing her. I was watching the screen while my eyes was watching the real grope. She was trying real hard to push him off without distracting anyone, when 2 hands came from above and began to squeeze her boobs. She jumped up in sheer surprise. Mom looked at her then turned around and shouted at him. But the shout was like a whisper. For some time they sat like school students. The moment she turned the assault continued from all sides. Now the attack included mom also. More than sexual grab it was fun for the people behind her. As soon as she turns they would bring their hand over her head and squeeze her boobs or insert 2 fingers through the gap in her seat poking at her ass. The same was happening with Aunt Sheeja, only a little more. Other than the grope from above she had to wade off the hand tugging her saree.

Suddenly the screen changed and a fighting scene appeared with great noise and bomb blasts. For a moment the assault on their boobs stopped. Mom signaled us to come and pushed Aunt Sheeja to move. Together hand in hand we moved crouched towards the door. We pushed and pulled the door but it would not budge. We knocked on it, afraid to make noise, fearing that the people who troubled us would come here. But they seem to have lost interest in us and were watching the film ardently. Mom knocked on the door and began to shake the door. Suddenly it was opened and the ticket checker entered closing the door behind him.

“Yes madam” he said with great respect.

“What kind of dirty theatre is this?” Mom exploded

“Madam, if you come to such dirty films you will see dirty films.” He replied

“We didn’t came for any dirty film” Aunt Sheeja said, “We came for KNAPH.”

“Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha.” He laughed rolling his head backwards, “Then why did you come here.”

“Because we were told this theatre maltepe escort is where the film is playing.” Mom said annoyed.

“Very true madam, very true.” He said in his down to earth manner ” but this is Jincy not Janet.”

For a moment mom & Aunt Sheeja stood blank as if the doorkeeper was mad, then it hit them. Janet theatre played the family movie. They had got in to the wrong theatre. Since all 3 theatres were in the same complex we had got in the wrong door. Janet theatre was on the other side.

“Oh!” Mom & Aunt Sheeja exclaimed together.

“So you see madam, we are not at fault.”

“You should have warned us at least.” Aunt Sheeja said

“How could I – You came with the ticket of Jincy theatre escorted by a person, so I thought you came to see this movie.” He said humbly.

“Jincy Theater’s ticket?” both exclaimed together

He nodded his head. In the hurry we had not checked the ticket especially when he took us to the door. The black ticket selling person had cheated us.

“Well you should know women don’t come to see such films.” She said angrily

“Oh, the times have changed.” He said sadly as if saying a poem “Now days women do come.”

“Well we are not that kind and we want to go.” Mom said.

“Oh Why didn’t you tell me that earlier. As soon as I entered the owner has locked it. The doors will open only at the interval.”

“What are we going to do now?” Mom asked as if to herself.

“Well maybe the top door is not closed. Let me check it. Please follow me.”

We followed him to the top row where a portion of the balcony was modeled to a box like a separate balcony. It was covered with glass and had a small door barring the entrance giving a look of an office. He opened the entrance to let us in. We had to bow low to enter. The module consisted of around 15 seats in three rows of 5 each.

“This is the new VIP box.” He said as if we were taking a round of the theatre. He climbed the steps and tried the door. To the utter despair of Mom & Aunt Sheeja it was locked. He shook his head and motioned us to go down.

“Maybe” he said as if an afterthought “You would like to sit here till the interval.”

Aunt Sheeja and Mom looked at each other, then nodded to him and offered their thanks for his help. As he left she motioned us to sit. Stevens & me sat in the upper row while the women group filled the middle row. Mom told us all to lie on the seat with our head down and not to watch the film. The girls began giggling at each other angering mom as she scolded them and told to behave like us. We meanwhile had our head down with our hands covering our head, but slowly we would peep and watch the screen. Silently we put our head down and as she turned we all giggled quietly looking at each other. Suddenly we heard someone coming. It was the people who had groped Mom & Aunt Sheeja.

“What are you doing here?” Mom said, “This is private place. Go or I will call the ticket checker.”

“We just purchased the VIP tickets.” He said waving some ticket counterfoils.

Mom started shouting ” Hello there, Mr. ticket checker, Hello.”

The ticket checker was standing down. Hearing the commotion he climbed up quickly.

“What is the meaning of this outrage Madam?” he said quite annoyed

“These people have come here.” Mom said

“Madam this is a theatre. People come here. What is wrong in it?

“But these people….” She said as he interrupted

“Madam these people has VIP tickets. VIP ticket holders are allowed to sit anywhere as long as there are vacant seats. I have helped you now please don’t make anymore trouble or I will be forced to send you down to your old seats.”

She stammered losing confidence as he moved near. The thought of sitting in the midst of all was a humiliating thing.

“Sis there might be relatives or friends or neighbors in the hall. Creating a scene and attracting attention might worsen the problem.” Aunt Sheeja said to mom.

With a stubborn look at both the ticket checker and the youths she led us all to our seats. The ticket checker told the men to take their seats and went down closing the door behind him. As soon as he closed the door the sound was cut off. I was sure since no sound entered no sound would go out. There were 8 of them. 5 of them took the front row, 2 came and sat with us. One of them came and sat near Mom who began to tell him to go.

“We don’t have seat.”

“So” mom asked angry

“Can we sit on your laps?” he said and all roared to laughter.

Ignoring them she turned her head as if to watch the film. Unluckily for her another bedroom scene had begun in which a person was squeezing the girl’s boobs.

“Hmmmm too much interested in the film. Can I help?” he asked bending near her as if to grab her melons frightening, but instead he adjusted a knob under her seat and we could hear the film. He got up and smiled at mom. She ignored him. As she moved her eyes he grabbed her melons. She turned green as all roared.

Two of them from the front row got up. kartal escort There was little space in front arranged like a box. They climbed on it, like actors on the stage they began to take off their shirt with an excuse of hot. With a quick move they turned towards one another and removed each other’s pants. Standing in their underwear they grabbed their dick and pointed towards us. We all got up as mom motioned us and went to the door, but it was locked. As we were trying to open the door, they came from behind and lifted us, pushing back to our seats.

“Sit there” One of them ordered “or it will get worse.”

We sat back to our seats, as the two began their wild dances in their underwear. All were clapping hands and encouraging them. One by one all joined in till they were in their underwear. Then they began to circle us and introduced themselves till they reached full circle. Some of the names I got were – Gobi, John, Peter, Muhammad, Pan, Krishnan, and Sinu. Slowly the person in front came forward. It was Gobi. Pressing his dick slowly in a dance manner he wriggled out of his underwear to display a thick stern dick. He pulled up his fore skin and began the to & fro motion in his dance.

Mom got angry and started threatening him to complain to the police.

“On the contrary madams when the police arrive it will be my word against yours.”

It was the ticket checker.

” I shall complain that you are a prostitute, now acting a good girl when caught red-handed.”

“Go to your seats” Some screamed

“Remove your dress bitch!” another screamed

I saw mom’s stern eyes lower. She saw the reasoning. Who would believe her especially in such a situation? The ticket person would say he had warned her, which would put her in a no-back situation. Mom quickly went and sat on a nearby chair. Her eyes all full with tears in fear & shame. It was a planned action.

“At least let the children go,” she pleaded

“We shall of course” he said, “if you sit quietly and watch the film for at least 5 minutes.”

With no choice left she sat silently. The other persons were more than happy. Soon it was like a crowd around mom. They made us watch sitting near by. They couldn’t circle mom since we were 5 and had the row filled. The youngest of all was told to get up. It was sis. Into her seat Aunt Sheeja was send and sis was send to my lap. Sis was sitting on my lap in fear as I consoled her.

Gobi sat near mom and started lifting her dress revealing her thighs. She tried to push him off when 2 more hands came from above and squeezed her boobs. It was Peter’s. As she moved her hands to wade off him Gobi pulled up her dress sky high giving a glimpse of her white panties. She quickly bought her hand down, but the hands on her boobs began to open her blouse. She moved her hands back to stop him. Quickly Gobi moved his hands towards her panties and began to pull it down. Peter meanwhile grabbed her with her hands up in a locked manner and heaved her up giving space for Gobi who quickly pulled her panties down to her knee. Recognizing trouble she began to struggle when a new person came and held her making the group count 10 other than us.

I recognized him, as the person who had sold the ticket to us whose name as I later came to know was Marcellus. He stood in front of mom as she tried in vain to pull off all the hands groping and teasing her. Her hands were held as he opened her blouse teasing her. She was wearing a silk bra, which he patted. There was an ‘hmmmm’ and ‘ooooo’ sounds. He slowly pulled up her bra revealing her white milky boobs with a cherry red nipple. As he pressed her boobs I could see ripple movement like in water on her boobs. It felt very soft and his each movement would waddle her boobs. She was struggling hard but held on all sides. In the midst of onlookers he opened his zip and let his fly out. Then holding her both boobs he pressed his dick on it and teased her nipples with his dick. She pushed him off and tried to run away only to be pulled down to the person near her seat. She ended up in his lap struggling.

I looked as The Ticket Checker pulled up her skirt and made her sit on his throbbing dick. Mom began to fight like a cat giving a good display of her panties and the secret passage covered by her panties. Marcellius came and pulled her panties down to her knees and without warning gave a slap which was like a thunder strike in the hall. Mom’s struggling stopped in that shock. He caught her head and pulled her towards his dick, then forced it into her mouth. She had no option but to suck it as he pushed it deep into her throat. The Ticket Checker meanwhile was busy undressing her. He pulled of her blouse along with the bra. Her boobs began to waggle and jiggle as he pulled of her top. Her skirt was pulled over her head. Mom sat on his dick stark naked with the panties around her thighs.

It was a novel sight, which I wish I could have recorded. Her beauty in her nakedness knew no bound. She was sitting naked on a stranger’s dick with another stranger’s dick in her mouth. Soon the others joined in groping her. Some grabbed her melons while others tried to finger her pussy. Seeing my mom naked with dicks all around trying to touch her – a loving son should have got angry instead I had such a hard on and sis sitting on it made it worse.

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The Taylor Family Ch. 03

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“Hey, Ruthie? Did it seem to you like Mom was acting a little odd?”

Kristen was not watching where she was going, looking back over her shoulder even as she was dragged along by the hand by her little sister. Somehow, she managed to avoid walking into anything as she was guided at something just short of a dead sprint up the stairs and into the bedroom the two teens shared.

“Never mind that now,” the other girl answered, propelling her sister towards one of the beds while she paused just a moment to throw the door shut behind them.

“But . . .”

Ruth reclaimed her sister swiftly, an arm going around her waist to guide her over to one of the two beds, sitting down together on the edge. As far as she was concerned, there was something very, very important that the two of them needed to be attending to right now and it wasn’t a discussion about their mother’s antics.

To be honest, Kristen was just as interested as her little sister in dealing with that other matter, only she was too distracted to focus.

There was something about the way their mother had been behaving since their return from the mall that was both odd and familiar and it was bothering her that she couldn’t quite figure out what was going on. She thought that if they took just a moment to talk about it, they could probably sort the issue out without too much trouble and then proceed to that . . . other matter.

Kristen opened her mouth to speak again, but her lips were suddenly covered by Ruth’s in a hungry, intense kiss. Every last synapse in the girl’s brain promptly shorted out and she forgot what she had wanted to talk about.

Turning her full attention back to her sister, Kristen gave as good as she was getting, kissing her back fiercely. With tongues tussling, their arms went around each other in a crushing embrace, wanting to feel every inch of each other’s bodies. As they held onto each other and shared plenty of long, deep kisses, the two teens soon forgot that anything at all existed beyond that bed.

It was a heady moment for them both – knowing full well just how forbidden this embrace was but being unable to resist, already feeling the first stirrings of that same wild ecstasy that claimed them both the previous night.

A little pressure from Ruth was all it took to make Kristen lie back across the mattress, the younger girl coming with her and moving a single hand up under her sister’s shirt.

Kristen gasped, finally breaking off the kiss as she felt that probing hand sliding up her flat belly. A little concerned that this might mean she was going a little too fast here for her sister’s liking, Ruth stopped her hand just short of the older girl’s breasts, her fingertips resting lightly upon the bottom edge of Kristen’s bra.

“Is something wrong?” wondered Ruth nervously.

Kristen was smiling, though. “Sorry, Ruthie. It’s just that I felt your hand go under my shirt and knew you were planning to grab my boobs.”

The smile was reassuring, but Ruth was still hesitant. “Should I not have done that?”

The question seemed to surprise the older girl and she started to realize where her sister’s mind was. “Ruthie, I’ve gone out with my share of guys and most all of them have tried to cop a feel at some point or other. Let me just say that I have never, ever been tempted to let anyone grope me, though . . . until today.”

“You mean . . . me?”

The only response Ruth received to was a deep kiss, but what an eloquent answer it was!

The two teens lost themselves then in another round of passionate and seemingly endless kisses and the younger girl’s hand lost no more time in claiming it’s prize.

* * *

Ann Taylor was livid as she stomped her way up the staircase towards the bedrooms.

What does a woman have to do to get laid in this house! First, she had begged her husband to fuck her, but he had refused because he wanted to watch some stupid game on the television! Then, she had all but thrown herself at her two daughters, but they had not given her a second look, brushing past her and sprinting up to their room! Didn’t these stupid people understand that she had needs?!

Well, she was too keyed up right now to simply let this go. She meant to follow those two girls and press the issue.

Arriving at the closed door to her daughters’ bedroom, she didn’t hesitate for a moment to throw the door open wide. All of her plans went up in smoke however when she got a good look at exactly what her girl’s were doing.

Kristen was sprawled on her back across one of the bed with Ruth on top of her, both completely oblivious to her presence as they were focused entirely on making out right now. With wide eyes, she saw that one of the younger girl’s hands had gone prowling up under her sister’s shirt and was obviously caressing a pert breast. Kristen, in the meantime, had one hand on the back of her sister’s head, but the other hand was on the small of her back and ever so slowly moving downward towards Ruth’s butt.

There was no question anymore, no way the pendik escort scene she had stumbled onto this morning could be somehow explained away as innocent.

A small sigh that spoke of happiness and relief escaped her. She knew that she really shouldn’t be so pleased that her two girls were sleeping together, but it actually made her feel a little better to know that her dirty mind hadn’t invented a relationship between the two girls simply because she wanted to get into bed with them.

And speaking of getting into bed with them . . .

Just as she was about to make her approach to the bed though, there came the unmistakable sound of footsteps coming up the staircase. She knew it had to be her husband, but this was soon confirmed by the sound of Roger’s voice.

“Ann, honey?! Are you up here?”

Ann ducked back out into the hallway quickly, closing the door again as quickly and silently as she could.

Incest was something best practiced in secret and so she naturally didn’t want their father to catch sight of Kristen and Ruth tangled up in each other like that. She could only hope that they would not hear his voice, think they might be on the verge of getting caught red-handed, and stop what they were doing. They were both such beautiful girls and they looked so intensely erotic when they were together like that and she vowed to do everything in her power to help them continue this torrid relationship.

It went unspoken that she was also concerned that if this sibling affair came to an end, she would never have the chance to get into bed with them herself.

“Oh, there you are, dear!” Roger was smiling broadly as he arrived at the top of the stairs and spied his wife loitering outside their daughter’s bedroom. “What a great game that was! You should have sat down to watch it with me!”

Darting worried looks back towards the bedroom door, Ann tried to find a way to silence him without it looking like that’s what she was doing. “So, our team won, then?” she asked innocently, her voice soft.

“It certainly did,” he answered enthusiastically, his voice still much too high for her liking. “It came right down to the wire, but just before time was going to run out, just before they were going to have to go into overtime . . .”

Ann could bear it no longer and, before she knew what she was doing, she had her finger to her lips and was frantically shushing him. “Please, Roger, we need to be quiet!”

He gave her a confused look. “How come?”

She stuttered and stammered for several long moments as she tried to come up with an answer for that, her face going a beet red as she imagined that she had just ruined everything not only for herself but for her two little girls. It was a great relief then when she did manage to conjure up a plausible lie.

“It’s the girls, dear. I guess they wore themselves out running around that mall all day today. They are just having a little lie down and I didn’t want you to disturb them.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Roger looked properly chastened, the volume of his voice dropping rapidly.

Figuring she still needed to get him away from there before an errant moan of sexual satisfaction was heard from behind that closed door, Ann darted across to her husband and latched firmly onto his arm, leading him back downstairs.

“Come on, why don’t you tell me all about that game?”

His smile returned at that, his head bobbing up and down agreeably. “Sure, okay. I was thinking about supper though. What are we going to have to eat tonight?”

“I know what I was hoping to eat.” The words slipped out of her before Ann even realized that she was speaking, her mind still on the two girls on the other side of that door.

* * *

Her big sister’s hand moved slowly down her back, not making even the tiniest attempt to disguise where it was heading, and did not stop until it had come to rest squarely on Ruth’s ass.

Ruth looked down at the girl beneath her, her eyes sparkling and a smile on her lips. “I knew you liked my butt,” she purred, referencing that little incident that happened outside a shopping mall fitting room.

This time, Kristen didn’t even try to hide it. “As a matter of fact, I do! I can’t even begin to tell you how hard it was not to haul those little shorts down. I mean, there we were out in public with a lot of people all around us, but I still had to force myself not to start undressing you.”

The younger girl seemed delighted to hear this. “It’s nice to know you find me so irresistible, because I was certainly having a hard time keeping my hands off you today, too.”

Lifting herself up and off of her sister at last, her hand emerging from under her shirt, Ruth moved to straddle her sister’s belly to make absolutely sure that the other girl’s hand wouldn’t have to let go of her bottom. Kristen’s other hand was unavoidably dislodged, though it proved only too happy to join the one behind Ruth.

Once she was happy on her perch, Ruth lost no time in tugging her shirt off and pitching it over maltepe escort onto the other bed. She hesitated then though, giving her sister a chance to look over what had been exposed and to pronounce judgement.

Kristen dragged her eyes slowly up her sister’s body, lingering on those generously sized boobs being pushed up and out by the bra she was wearing. A playful pout appeared as she considered that piece of underwear.

“You know, I can’t even count all the times over the years you’ve distracted me by not wearing a bra. There was something just . . . mesmerizing about seeing those big tits of yours swinging and swaying underneath your shirts. Not to mention, arousing! So how come today of all days you decided to wear a bra!?”

Ruth felt her heart lurch at the thought that her sister had been interested in her long before that incident the previous evening, had been making a point of intently watching her breasts.

“Sorry about that, Kris.” The girl lost no time in unfastening her bra and slipping it off, letting her full bosom come bouncing out into the open. Both of Kristen’s hands immediately gave up that butt they had been gripping and rose to eagerly stroke and caress Ruth’s breasts, twin moans of pleasure escaping both of the girls.

Ruth reached down now, her own hands going to Kristen’s smaller breasts. “Hey, your wearing a bra, too!” she complained with a grin.

“I know,” she answered with a smile. “Unfortunately, you’re just going to have to live with it for now. I can’t get it off right now with you sitting on me like this.”

“I suppose I could move . . .” the younger girl ventured, eager to see every last inch of her sister.

“Not now,” Kristen responded quickly, her hands moving ceaselessly over Ruth’s big boobs. “I’m right in the middle of something.”

“Tough.”

Ruth sprang up and off of her sister, grabbing the front of her shirt to haul her back upright. Kristen squealed in surprise, but not displeasure as she was swiftly and roughly stripped of her shirt and then her bra. Now naked from the waist up, the older girl reveled in the way her sister was eyeing her firm bosom.

When her sister then tried to return to the bed however, Kristen stopped her immediately. “Let’s go ahead and get the rest of our clothes off now.”

Eager to get back to more pleasurable pursuits, the two teenagers lost no time in getting stripped down to their birthday suits. They were too eager in fact to even do any ogling, though the truth was that they had caught plenty of glimpses of each other in the buff over their years of sharing a bedroom. As they would learn over the coming days though, there was a real difference between seeing something in passing and having it shown to you for a reason.

In an instant, they were once more in a tangle on the bed, their hands everywhere and their mouths occupied with hungry and feverish kisses. As they worked each other over, their legs became intertwined once more just as they had the day before and began again to rub in that oh, so special way.

“Oh, Ruthie!”

“Kris!”

Thrusting and grinding their swampy mounds against each other, bumping and jostling their breasts, arching their backs and throwing back their heads, the two teenage girls were soon utterly lost to the world. Soft grunts and strained moans were escaping them as the friction built up and it was not through any conscious decision that they did not rise to an ear-splitting crescendo but rather due to the fact that they were finding it so hard to catch their breath. Enjoying this more than was humanly possible, desperately anxious to reach the final, inevitable climax, neither girl held back or made even a pretense of trying to resist the onrushing orgasm.

It struck savagely, utterly consuming them, and leaving both Kristen and Ruth limp and exhausted in a heap atop the bed.

As her world slowly started to reorient itself back to normal in the aftermath, Ruth had to smile softly as she remembered something she’d said right after the first time they had done this. Yes, it really was even better without any clothes in the way.

The young girl felt a hand in her hair then, turning her face to her sister’s. A sweet, tender kiss followed, something that seemed totally out of place after all of the wild, animal passions that had just been unleashed.

Ruth may have been the athletic tomboy, but it was her sister who got her second wind first. Kristen rose up shakily on her hands and knees without a word, moving so that she was straddling her little sister again, but this time the other way around.

Her head dove straight between the other girl’s thighs and started to dine on that most intimate of places, but she kept her own cunt high above Ruth’s head, letting her look but not touch for a moment. Ruth’s arms snaked around her sister’s waist to pull her down, her head shooting up off the bed, and swiftly the circuit was complete.

Feasting on forbidden fruit, the two teens proved themselves to be rather sloppy, but voracious kartal escort eaters.

* * *

It was torture for Ann.

She knew full well that her two daughters were just upstairs, having wild and passionate sex. She yearned to be a part of that, craved both of those young women and wanted to do things to them that would make a prostitute blush.

She couldn’t go near them though because her husband Roger was underfoot and would certainly catch them all. In fact, she had been reduced to running interference to keep him from going anywhere near the girl’s bedroom for fear he would stumble onto the truth. More, she had condemned herself to have to listen to his play by play account of the big game. It had seemed an excellent diversion when she suggested it, but now she was almost ready to pull her hair out.

She just had to grin and bear it however, unwilling to do or say anything which might betray her two girls.

Dinner was a lost cause, though. There was just no way she could have focused enough on what she was doing to prepare a meal without burning down the house. Roger didn’t have a problem with delivery though, suggesting pizza and heading upstairs to see what the girls wanted on theirs.

Ann dashed after him in such a panic that she nearly took a tumble, telling him that he should find the phone number for the pizza place and that she would go talk to the girls. She sprinted up the stairs before he could react, leaving her husband behind in an instant.

At the door to her daughter’s bedroom, Ann stopped dead in her tracks.

It seemed to her very likely that her girls were still indulging in the carnal delights and so they would likely not be too interested in having a pizza right now. She also didn’t care to interrupt their lovemaking just to ask them such a stupid question. Just because she couldn’t join in the fun didn’t mean she had to spoil their good time. Having told her husband that they were resting, she figured that she would just have him order one with all of their favorite toppings and let them eat it later either cold or reheated in the microwave.

Standing in that hallway with only a thin wooden door standing between her and the girls though, there was no way she could resist taking a peek. Cautiously opening the door, she stuck her head inside the bedroom.

What she discovered was that her daughters were now both completely nude and more than lived up to all of her daydreams about just how perfectly delectable their young bodies were. God, how she wished she could rush in there. What made that yearning almost overpowering was the fact that her girls were now locked up in the classic sixty-nine position and were quite simply devouring each other.

Letting go of the door she had been holding onto, Ann was helpless to stop herself from reaching down to grab herself between her legs for the hundredth time that day as the fire of pure lust threatened to flare up out of all control. Her other hand went to one of her breasts, gripping it firmly.

What she did not realize at the time however was that by letting go of the door, she allowed it to swing wide open, fully revealing her presence there if either girl happened to look in her direction. Even if she had realized this, it’s not likely she would have been too concerned though.

When they had the chance to enjoy the sight of each other without any clothes on, after all, why would either of them care to look in any other direction than at each other?

Kristen was the first of the girls to reach orgasm, rearing up as waves of what must have been sheer ecstasy tore through her young body. Ann had never seen her oldest girl so beautiful as she was while lost in the throes of that spectacular climax and she could not have torn her eyes away from that sight for anything. Her back arched, her upper body raised up in the air, and her firm little breasts jiggling exquisitely as her whole body shook, she was the ultimate picture of lewd beauty.

Then the young woman’s eyes popped open.

She was so lost in her own fantasies, that it took a long moment for Ann to realize that her daughter was staring right at her. On the other hand, Kristen was so overcome that she wasn’t really aware of what she was looking at either, the world seeming to swim and spin around her. Ever so gradually, the world sorted itself out and Kristen finally realized what was right in front of her.

Kristen was not unaware of how much trouble an incestuous romance could incite – after all, wasn’t that why she’d resisted the temptation for so long after that wrestling match got out of hand? Thus, finding herself caught by their mother while in so compromising a position with her sister was naturally a source of great alarm for her. She let out a gasp and might have leapt right off of Ruth except that the other girl was still holding her tight, both arms wrapped around her.

Slowly, it dawned on the girl that her mother was not behaving like a furious mother should, distraught over the depths of depravity her children had sunk to. The expression on her face, the hand on her boob, the other hand between her legs, all combined with the impression she had gotten earlier on her return from the mall to suggest that her mother might not be so very upset by this turn of events.

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