Clown Tickle

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So my mom got me a job at her friend’s son’s birthday party as a clown. Struggling to pay for college, I needed every job I could get. I knew a little magic, I knew a few jokes, it’d be easy right?

Nope. Half my tricks didn’t work, and no one got my jokes. It was a total disaster. So when Gina told me to wait in her bedroom while her husband took the kids to get ice cream, and go see a movie, I thought, okay at least I’m going to get paid.

Then Gina and Stacy came in and everyone could feel the tension.

It was actually a duel birthday party. Gina and Stacy both had kids that had birthdays about a week apart, or something. Normally I charge a hundred bucks for one kid, but being there were two I thought about doubling it, but we settled on a hundred and fifty.

“You are the worst clown ever!” Gina said.

“Horrible,” Stacy added.

“Okay so everything didn’t work like I planned,” I said.

“My daughter is still upset,” Stacy said.

“You don’t even look like a real clown. You’re wearing faded jeans, corny suspenders and a t-shirt,” Gina replied.

“Well, not only are you not getting paid, we’re gonna teach you the definition of funny. Since we didn’t get any laughter from our kids, we’ll get it from you,” Stacy said.

The next thing I knew I was being tied spread eagle escort to the bed.

Then they both started poking me in the ribs and on my stomach casing me to jump and give short barks of laughter.

“Come on. You can do better than that can’t you?” Gina asked.

Then they both started really ticking me. Using their nails to really make me squirm.

When they saw the effect of pulling my shirt up and out of the way, they decided shirtless would be even better. So, while Stacy sat on me and tickled me, Gina untied my hands, removed my shirt, then retied my hands.

They tickled my armpits, bellybutton and even my nipples. I was really laughing now. I could hardly breathe.

“I wonder how ticklish his feet are.” Gina said.

“Let’s find out,” Stacy said.

Before long, my shoes and socks were off and my feet were getting tortured. My feet weren’t too bad, but my toes, holy shit. Then Gina brought out an electric toothbrush and used that. I may have passed out, I’m not sure. It’s all kind of a blur of laughing, breathing and begging them to stop.

When they finally did, I thought that was it, but no, it wasn’t. With my suspenders off, it wasn’t hard to remove my jeans leaving me in just my underwear.

My inner thighs and knees were ever more sensitive than my toes. There bursa eve gelen escort was another problem too. With two attractive milfs touching me, I was starting to get an erection.

Gina was pretty with long brown hair, I’d guess a C cup breast size and a nice butt. She had a little bit of a stomach, but not too much.

Stacy had short reddish hair, D size boobs, a great ass and a yoga type body. Very toned, but not muscular.

Not only were they hot, but every time they bent over, I could see down their low cut blouses.

“Looks like someone likes being tickled by a couple of older women,” Stacy said, tracing my cock through my underwear.

“Just because we have young kids doesn’t mean we couldn’t be you mother either.” Gina said.

“I wonder if Jackie knows what kind of pervert her son is, getting hard while two older women tickle him,” Stacy said.

It didn’t bother me that I was hard because a) I couldn’t help it and b) judging by their hard nipples, they were enjoying it too.

Apparently, untying me was getting tedious, because Gina simply ran, grabbed a pair of scissors and cut my underwear off.

“Oh my God,” Gina said.

“Are you kidding me?” Stacy asked.

I guess my cock was bigger than they expected. görükle escort When they got over it, they went to town.

Gina tickled my balls, while Stacy stroked and tickled my cock. Then both women used both their hands and ran their fingernails up and down the length of my cock.

“Tell you what, if you can get both of us off, before you have an orgasm, I’ll give you two hundred dollars,” Stacy offered.

“Deal,” I replied.

Both women quickly took off their pants, neither one was wearing panties, but left their tops on. Damn. I was looking forward to seeing their tits.

Stacy climbed on my face, while Gina sucked my cock and played with my balls.

I avoided Stacy’s clit and shoved my tongue as deep inside her as I could. Then I moved my tongue back and forth like a spastic pinball machine flapper. Then when I had Stacy moaning just right, I went for the money shot and sucked on her clit for all I was worth. She had a screaming orgasm.

I almost lost it a few times when Gina was sucking me off, but managed to hold on.

Then the women switched places and I basically did the same to Gina, but toyed with her clit every now and then. She started to come a few seconds before I did. I’m not sure which was more intense, my orgasm and Stacy swallowing it, or the way Gina clamped her thighs around my head.

The women agreed to give me a hundred dollars since it was a tie. I figured I still came out ahead, no pun intended. I made a hundred dollars for making two experienced women come and got a blowjob out of the deal.

I went home very happy, but very tired.

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Brittany’s Baleful Game

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This is my entry into the “Halloween Story Contest.” Please note that all characters in this story are all over 18 years of age. Please rate and vote on this story at the end. All comments are requested.

*****

Chad was making his way down the hallway when—

“Hey, Dad!” his daughter suddenly jumped in front of him, having been in wait.

“Hey, Brittany,” he returned her surprise greeting, though not as enthusiastically, after recomposing himself.

Giggling, the girl asked, “Did I scare you?”

“No, you just leapt out of nowhere—”

“That reminds me,” her words became soft and she stood with her shoulders up, holding her hands at her chest, where her father knew already that she wanted something. “You know how Halloween is coming up?”

“Yeah, it’s only a few days from now. Why?”

“Daddy…!” the strawberry blonde begged, batting her eyelashes and tilting her head to the side.

“What do you want, Brittany?” he hoped it wasn’t to see a boy.

“Well, I was just thinking,” she looked to the floor, kicking her shoe leisurely across the carpet, “that… since Halloween is coming up, and I have nothing to do, and my friends have nothing to do, that we should…” the eighteen year old spoke swiftly as she added, “I don’t know, maybe have a party.”

“A party?” the single parent thought it over. “I don’t know, Brit. When would this be, and who would chaperone it?”

“I was thinking here… tomorrow night? And we’d totally be okay by ourselves, I promise.”

Chad guffawed at his daughter’s attempt to go wild with her high school hooligans at his household unsupervised. “No, I don’t think so, sweetheart, but maybe in another year, when you’re an adult. Plus, you know my friend is throwing his Halloween party tomorrow—”

“What don’t you like about it, then, huh?” she got close and touched his hand, trying to win his favor. “Is it the time, the place, or is it because no one would be here to watch us, because, if you’re worried about that last thing, why don’t you host the party? See, then, problem solved.”

“Uh…” the dark haired man really didn’t want to miss out on his friend’s locally famous costume party, but he gave in. “Okay, okay, fine, but no drinking, a minimum number of boys, and you and your friends have to be under my watch the entire night, got it?”

“Thank you, Daddy!” Brittany sprung forward to hug her father, laying kisses at his cheeks. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…! This is going to be the best Halloween ever!”

“I don’t know about that, but shouldn’t you be heading off for school by now?” he pretended to check his watch.

“Hey, I hope that’s not who you’re dressing up as, because you’re a terrible joker. I just got off school, silly.”

“Hah, it’s not like you’re any better. You definitely take after me there.”

Sprinting off to her room, the excited teen shouted, “I have to go call Sarah!”

“Hey, no running in the house, young lady,” Chad scolded.

“Sorry, Dad…”

The following day, Brittany invited her friends over. They would all come in themed dress for the holiday, and this gave Chad himself the opportunity not to let his own costume go to waste. He’d be the Incredible Hulk, which he was muscular enough to pull off, using a shredded pair of jeans as the shorts, and then green body paint to complete the ensemble. However, the stuff took so long to put on, but after getting a third of the way through, there was no turning back. After what seemed like forever, the single father becoming nervous as he already heard music and commotion coming from downstairs, he was finished and went down to serve as their responsible overseer.

“Wow, Brittany’s dad, I didn’t know you were so swoll,” exclaimed a fair, ivory-blonde teenager upon his arrival, who wore a white dress and had her hair tied back in a single braid.

“Hey, Kate,” he gave his salutations to one of his daughter’s closest friends. “Uh, I have no idea what the hell you just said, but thanks, I think. Who are you supposed to be?”

“I’m Elsa,” she announced. “…You know, from Frozen.”

“Oh, right,” the man now recognized it, though didn’t quite remember the corset, lingerie, or garter from the movie. “Would you know where I can find my daughter?” he then inquired, observing the sea of mingling teens filling his house.

“Just look for a red dress,” the chaperone was told.

Keeping this in mind, Chad went to the punch bowl, figuring this spot to be a good place to scout the area from. Since he was shirtless, not to mention single, in a room full of young girls, he almost felt like a pervert. This feeling subsided when he was relieved that the female to male ratio was in his favor, lest any fishy business happen under his nose. He couldn’t, however, see his kin anywhere. On top of that, the partyers who would’ve otherwise been familiar weren’t, for a lot of them wore masks or found other ways to masquerade their obvious identities.

A smiling Princess Jasmine bursa escort approached, an olive skinned, midnight haired beauty in a curve-fitting blue dress, saying, “Damn, Mister B, do you mind being swollested? Because… damn!”

“Sarah, don’t swear or I’ll tell your mother,” she was warned. “But what’s with this ‘swoll’ shit that I keep hearing about?”

“It means you’re shredded, man, like totally jacked—swag. How many times do you hit the gym? I mean, you obviously lift.”

“…Regularly,” the dark haired man stared blankly at the teen girl and her bizarre antics. “Do you know where—”

“That’s pretty legit, B-man. I gym it regularly myself, can you tell? Maybe I don’t pump the iron like you can, but I stay fit.” With that, she presented her body, striking a pose, though the gentleman, much older than she, diverted his eyes.

“Uh, that’s nice… S-girl, but I’m looking for Brittany.”

“But I thought we were having a conversation?” the raven-headed princess crossed her arms.

“If we were, Sarah, I honestly didn’t understand any of it,” he confessed, confused by the estranged generation he found himself amidst.

“Whatever, she’s over there.”

In the direction he was pointed towards, he saw the radiant, sun-kissed complexion of his daughter in between passing bodies. Making his way through the crowd of high school students, he caught a glimpse of her outfit. She’d red lips, a red dress, and red pumps, holding a similarly colored plastic cup of punch, with white stockings adorning her long, slender legs. Chad knew immediately that the strawberry blonde personified Jessica Rabbit, but he was disconcerted. His disconcertion was firstly prompted by the provocativeness of her costume, knowing that, or at least back in his day, she’d be described as ‘fuck-able’, and that bothered him. Secondly, he finally reached the epiphany that… there wasn’t a single boy at this party. This left him in a bit of a crisis, because, if his daughter was provocatively dressed, though there weren’t any potential threats to take advantage of this, was it wrong?

“Brittany,” he addressed her by name once he reached the girl in question.

“Hey, Daddy, you’re—”

“If you say ‘swoll’, you’re grounded… Uh, just kidding,” was quickly added.

“No, what I was going to say is that… you’re the Incredible Hulk!”

“Oh, right, yeah. And you’re—”

“I’m Jessica Rabbit!”

“But don’t you think that,” if Chad had a collar, he’d have been loosening it, “it’s… well, a little revealing?” He coughed, put off by the fact he could see his baby girl’s DD-cup bust perfectly due to her cleavage, and way too much leg, almost even ass, from the slits in the sides of her attire.

“Silly Daddy, there aren’t any boys here. What’s there for you to worry about, then? It’s a good costume, and I’ve been thinking about dressing up as Mrs. Rabbit for Halloween all year, or at least ever since I re-watched the movie. Don’t you think I look good?” Just like Sarah had done, she put herself on display, and it made the single parent indescribably uncomfortable.

“No comment, but why didn’t you invite any of your male friends? Not that I’m complaining, I mean, it’s just… peculiar.”

“We don’t need boys to have fun!”

“…What does that mean? Brit, this isn’t your way of coming out, is it?”

“Ew, Dad, don’t be gross. I’m not gay, god…!”

“Well, that’s good. Uh, not that there’s a problem with being gay, I just—”

Deadpan, Brittany assured him with, “I’m not.” She then became oddly giddy, asking, “Hey, do you want to hear something weird?”

“Is it weirder than Sarah saying ‘swag’ and ‘swollesting’ me, whatever that means?”

“So, my friends made this bet to see who has the biggest girl-balls. Can you take a guess what they have to do?”

“…Girl-balls? And, uh, no, I can’t say I have the faintest clue,” the green man was scratching his head.

“Whoever can flash more skin to the boys at this party wins. Kate was all, ‘I’m going to win because I’ll just take out my tits’, but Sarah told her, ‘Except no one wants to see your B-cups, so you’d have to show them your vagina’. Then, I was like—”

“But, Brittany, I’m the only male here…” Chad’s heart was pounding so hard that he couldn’t even get on his daughter’s case about her vulgarity. “Your friends aren’t actually doing this bet, though, right?”

“No, it’s still going on. That’s what I was getting to, but you rudely interrupted me. I was just trying to warn you, but you—”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, Brit. But, uh, finish the rest of your story, then.”

“Alright… I was like, ‘Sarah, don’t be an idiot, Kate’s boobs are totally Cs, and there’s no way we can do this since my dad’s the only guy going to be attending’.”

“Wait, wait, wait a second, missy. What do you mean by ‘we’?” somehow the protective father just knew his daughter was in on these risqué shenanigans.

“Daddy, why would you want the size of your little girl’s girl-balls bursa ucuz eskort questioned? Of course I couldn’t let them make a fool out of me, so I’d be doing it, too.”

“We’re going to have a talk about this later,” he asserted. “But I’m glad you talked them out of it. That would’ve been… well, just as you said, weird.”

To his horror, the strawberry blonde clarified, “No, Daddy, that’s why I said I was warning you. You know, I have to give you a heads up that my girlfriends are going to be seeing who can get the farthest with you.”

“…Brit, there’s an incredible difference between flashing and trying to ‘get the farthest’ with someone.”

“Yeah, I know, but you keep interrupting me…! God, Dad, you never let me talk—”

“Please, Brittany, just skip to the end and tell me what’s going on.”

“Kate was all, ‘You’re already out, then, Brit, because you can’t flash your dad, so you lose by forfeit. But I was like, ‘No, I have no problems with showing him my tits, but only because I know he’s not going to try to perv on me. I mean, he’ll ground me, but I’ll win by default because I’ll be showing my own father my breasts, and that’s way crazier than even if you fucked him’. Sarah, pissed off, told us, ‘Fine, then, the bet is who can get the farthest with Brittany’s dad, but I know I’ll win because he’ll butt-fuck me, and there’s no way you’ll sleep with your dad, so, again, you’re out, Brit’. That’s why we aren’t talking to each other right now, because we’re all trying to win the bet and are temporarily enemies until we know whose girl-balls are the biggest.”

“…What in the hell is going on?” the dumbstruck man wondered if he was currently having a fever dream.

“Don’t worry, Daddy, you have nothing to worry about,” he was assured. “They don’t have the girl-balls to try anything with you, so I already win.”

He knew he was going to regret asking, but he did. “How are you already going to win—”

Immediately, his daughter pulled down the top of her dress. Before he realized she’d even done it, he was staring at her bare, exposed DDs, which were as perfectly and lightly tanned as the rest of her sun-kissed body. He couldn’t look away, yet only because he was so flabbergasted that his own flesh and blood would try something that was… well, blatantly incestuous. After several seconds of exhibiting herself in clear view of everyone else, Brittany fixed her vesture. A large smile was upon her face, and that was perhaps the worst of all. Luckily, however, it was so brief, and the only people who knew to be looking in their direction were in on it.

“I already know I’m grounded, Daddy, but I’m going to go rub it in,” the girl outfitted as Jessica Rabbit exclaimed before walking away.

Needing a drink, Chad staggered over to the punch bowl. He’d almost forgotten that it wasn’t alcoholic, which he cursed before acknowledging that it was ultimately a good thing, since sugar was still a profound drug for some of these high school kids. Although, to his dismay, there awaited Princess Jasmine.

“Oh my god, she really did it,” Sarah gasped. “What a crazy bitch!”

“Hey, don’t call my daughter a bitch…” but the father wondered if she’d gone crazy, or if he had.

“Fuckin’ mother-fucks, I had money going on this shit. This is the total opposite of swag right now!”

“Sarah, your mother is going to hear about this,” the chaperone threatened.

“Yolo,” the girl exclaimed before lifting up her blue gown, showcasing her shaven, nubile pussy to her friend’s dad. “Except,” she dropped it back down the instant Chad’s gaze was transfixed, “that’s not going to be enough. Yeah, it’s weird that I showed you my cunt, but showing your tits to a family member is way, way worse. Hey,” she advanced, causing the man to withdraw, “have you ever fucked young, teen asshole before, Mister B?”

“Everyone!” the music was shut off and the Incredible Hulk stood up on a chair to get the attention of the attendees. “I know you were all probably having a lot of fun, but the party’s over.”

“Aw,” the crowd sighed disappointedly in unison.

But this was the end of the road, so everyone was dismissed. Each room was emptied and parents were called until every female was sent packing. It took nearly thirty minutes to ensure everybody was gone, though they finally were… with the exclusion of Brittany, Kate, and Sarah, of course. They were sat down, where they looked to the floor, knowing they were in a lot of trouble. No, it was beyond mere trouble, and the incoming punishments were inconceivable.

“…Hah,” the strawberry blonde finally laughed to herself, “I have the biggest girl-balls.”

“No,” Chad affirmed, “there isn’t a winner here. Whatever this game was, it’s over, and you’re losers, each of you. Honestly, what did you expect to accomplish with this?”

“Brittany’s dad, it was totally Sarah,” Kate fell to her knees and groveled before the adult. “She pressured us into bursa anal yapan escort it. I know your daughter did some stuff, but it was only because Sarah’s a massive bitch-whore.”

“Hey, fuck you, Kate. Fuck you and your B-cup tits!” the accused teen shot back in her own defense.

“They’re Cs, you tramp—”

“Enough of this fighting, girls, you’re equally to blame,” Chad, still green of skin, prevented a potential cat fight. “You’re going to need a damn good explanation to get out of this one, if you even can.”

“Do you want to know the truth, then, Dad?”

“Yes, now!”

“We have vaginas…”

“…What?” the single father was aghast from his offspring’s response.

“You wanted to know the truth, so that’s it. We have vaginas, are horny and hormonal, and it’s hard to think when you’re so boy-crazy, so we didn’t think at all.”

“…Swag,” Sarah added to the end of Brittany’s eccentric honesty.

“Don’t tell my mom,” Kate sobbed. “Please, please, please, I can’t get grounded again. She’ll take away my tumblr!”

“I already knew I’d be in a lot of trouble,” Jessica Rabbit went on, “but—”

“It’s no use, Brit. He’s already sunk our battle ships. It’s time for operation Kate’s boobs, also known as plan B… Hah, see what I did there?”

Once Princess Jasmine had verbally vomited out this ridiculous nonsense, each girl lifted their dresses in sequence. Chad recoiled, for his daughter and two friends shamelessly presented their vulvas for him to see in plain view. They were perfectly smooth, with the exception of the somewhat stubbly Elsa, though who was, just as they, hairless. It was alarming, because the teenagers were trying to tempt him, and he feared that it may have been working. He scanned what was on offer, his mouth salivating, swallowing hard, before knowing that the middle girl was the most appetizing by far… where he glanced up to look the red dressed girl in the eye.

“Daddy,” she pleaded, “I think it would be more of a punishment if you gave us what we were after. I mean, judging from that enormous bulge in your shorts, we’d be sorrier if you fucked us than if we were grounded.”

“Yeah, Mister B, turning my butt inside out and making me walk funny would be way worse than my mom not giving a shit about anything I say or do,” Sarah chimed in.

“Mine would spank me,” the fairer of the blondes confessed, “and… I’m a virgin.”

“But,” the sun-kissed girl stood, still raising her outfit to reveal her teenage cunny, wetness visibly staining her inner thighs, “you’ll have to fuck me first.”

Chad’s head was throbbing, as was his erection, of which he couldn’t conceal from the three high school students, so he surrendered. “You’re making it too difficult to refuse, so… okay.”

As his daughter undid his torn trousers, Kate and Sarah were rigorously high-fiving each other, triumphant and bubbly from getting their way. His titanic shaft fell from its resting place, only for red lipped kisses to tenderly decorate his tip and first few inches. In the depths of Chad’s mind, he always wondered what Brittany would be like, but now it was real, not just a suppressed, buried away curiosity. However, her interest in fellating him was short lived, since the strawberry blonde wanted only to ensure that he’d reached maximum hardness, which he had. After some obligatory head bobbing upon his glans, her lipstick leaving smears—his own daughter’s lipstick, to be precise—where she teased him with her tongue, she got up from her knees and, seating him in the chair she’d been sitting in herself, was desperate to use her tightness as a sheath for her daddy’s prick, aching to ride it.

Jessica Rabbit put the underside of his organ against her cunt and grinded. With her hand, she held it firmly between her parted labia, kissing him with her pussy lips, directing his throbs into her vulva. Chad’s dick was so sopping in her juices, where Kate had climbed upon his face. Because the table for the punch was behind where the man sat, the ivory haired teen reached forward and seized the sturdy furniture for support, resting her virginal hole at his mouth, her knees at his shoulders and legs down his chest. However, when Brittany threatened penetration, and as the three girls’ chaperone became stuporous from lapping desperately at Elsa’s twat, a jealous Jasmine spoke up.

“Hey, what about me…? I want to get eaten out, too!”

Thinking over how it’d work for a moment, they repositioned themselves on the floor. With Chad lying down, his daughter squatting over his groin, Kate and Sarah were knelt to the left and right of his head. They put their pelvises together, clitorises touching, and let their friend’s father alternate between sucking and squelching both nubile offerings. He tongued their clitoral hoods, suckled their vaginal lips, and rimmed his pink organ around their thresholds. When he temporarily ignored one for the other, the awaiting party grated herself against her peer’s pussy, desperate to get off. All he could think about was how the raven haired beauty had showed her snatch to him before, about how he never thought in a million years that he’d have a mouthful of it, or that he’d know the delicious flavor of its fresh succulence. Something similar could be said about his daughter, who—

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Bride Submission: A Shocking Secret

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Summary: Feminist lawyer learns of family’s secret sex society life.

Note 1: Thanks to MAB7991, Robert, and goamz86 for editing this story.

Note 2: This is the first part of a year-long plus multi-part story of the bride’s extensive submission from powerful lawyer to obedient incestuous submissive slut during her wedding week.

*****

“I just need to warn you my family is very different,” Bradley said out of the blue as we reached their luxury hotel…they occupied the penthouse suite.

The way he stressed the word ‘very’ and the look of anxiety on his face had me slightly concerned.

I comforted him, “Honey, if they are anything like you then you have nothing to worry about.”

“That’s the problem, my parents are very, um, what is the best word to use…liberated,” he continued as we walked towards the elevator.

“Liberated how?” I asked, thinking it was an odd word choice.

“They’re swingers, for one thing,” he revealed.

“Oh!” Was all I could muster, this revelation not what I had been expecting.

“They believe we were put on earth as sexual beings and that monogamy is a silly societal expectation made to control the masses,” he explained.

I laughed, suddenly realizing that Bradley was playing with me, “That’s funny, so I suppose my parents and yours are already up there swapping wives.”

“It’s entirely possible,” he sighed, his tone and deathly white complexion telling me this wasn’t a joke.

I asked, suddenly worried, “You’re serious?”

“It gets worse,” he said, unable to look me in the eye.

“Worse than they are swingers who may try to seduce my parents?” I asked, although the idea of my parents as swingers seemed rather humorous. I liked to think they only had sex three times to produce my two older brothers and me.

He continued, clearly nervous, “I should have told you this a long time ago, but I had no idea how to bring it up.”

“It’s okay,” I said, although I was beginning to wonder if that was true.

“I don’t even know how to begin to tell you this.”

“Honey, just say it,” I said, growing more and more curious about what else there could be.

“Brittany, I love you,” he said, as he took both my hands in his and looked into my eyes.

“I love you too, Bradley, and nothing your parents say or do will change that,” I said, trying to comfort him. We were getting married in four days and, due to a variety of reasons, I had yet to meet his globe-trotting parents.

“I should have told you this long time ago, but the reality is, I was too scared to lose you,” he repeated, continuing to be cryptic and vague.

“Just tell me,” I said, getting more worried. Bradley was a strong-willed man and I had never seen him like this…so insecure and nervous…what I loved about him was his powerful persona, especially in the bedroom, “Nothing you say will change how I feel about you.”

“We will see about that,” he said.

“Honey, tell me now,” I demanded, as we finally entered the elevator.

“My family is part of the Order of Syndom,” he said.

“What is that?” I asked, as the elevator began its ascent to the penthouse.

“A secret society of families who run the world through a complex male dominated society,” he revealed.

“What does that even mean?” I asked, getting slightly annoyed by his vagueness. What I loved about Bradley was he was a real man and understood how to treat and please a woman. We are both lawyers and he understands the high stress pressure of my job. He was also the first man who understood my doppelganger personality. At work I was an ice queen; a determined woman trying to be successful and prominent in a still very male dominated field. On the other hand, he understood that when in the bedroom, I wanted to just turn off that persona and become my polar business opposite…submissive and obedient.

“It means that my family is a member of a very exclusive society that sees men as superior and women as subservient,” he continued.

“Like I am to you in the bedroom,” I smiled playfully, trying to lighten the tension.

“Yes, but it’s much more complex than that,” he said, not smiling like he usually did when I got flirty.

Just then, the elevator slowed down, stopping on the tenth floor. An older man, holding hands with a girl who couldn’t be more than twenty and was dressed in a plaid school girl skirt, white blouse, thigh high beige stockings which were completely in view, five inch heels, pigtails and a strange looking black choker with a gold symbol I’d never seen before engraved on it, got onto the elevator. She looked like a complete slut and he like a fucking pervert.

Bradley said with a heavy sigh, “Hi, Uncle Bart.”

“Hey, big man, long time no see,” the good looking, grey haired man greeted, before turning to me and saying, “And you must be the bride-to-be.”

“So I’m told,” I smiled politely, already not liking him.

He took my hand and kissed it as he said, “Brad, this is my girlfriend Amber, she is the Rockenports’ youngest daughter.”

The bursa escort Rockenports were one of the ten richest families in America, being oil Barons in Texas, owners of a fancy line of hotels including the one we were currently in, and, the head of the family, James Rockenport had recently hinted he may run for President.

“Nice to meet you, Amber,” Bradley greeted, although he looked incredibly nervous.

“Nice to meet you too, Master Bradley,” the young slut replied, bowing to him.

I gasped out of shock and anger…thinking only I get to call Bradley ‘Master’!

Bart, seeing my reaction, asked, clearly surprised, “She doesn’t know?”

“I was just trying to tell her when you got on the elevator,” Bradley explained, clearly anxiety riddled.

“Yes, apparently your family is a member of some sinister secret man society,” I flippantly said, wanting to make it clear I wasn’t buying into this old school male hierarchy bullshit, as I glared at the blonde bimbo who had called Bradley master.

In the bedroom, I often referred to Bradley as Master and allowed him to call me a variety of derogatory names that always got me off. Yet, in public, I was clearly the one in charge.

“Oh my,” Bart said, “this is going to be interesting.”

“How?” I asked.

Amber, who had remained mostly silent, said, “You’re in for a real revelation.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell her,” Bart repeated, ignoring my question and shaking his head.

“Tell me what?” I demanded, getting frustrated, like I often did in the law office when men talked around me and not to me.

“Shit,” Bradley cursed, as the elevator slowed down. “Honey, please let’s go back downstairs so I can explain everything.”

“Is the initiation training off?” Amber asked, disappointment in her voice.

Bart said, “Don’t worry, the initiation training is definitely still on.”

“What initiation training?” I asked again.

Just then, the elevator doors opened and I gasped again.

A ridiculously big breasted, red headed young girl in a maid outfit greeted us, “Welcome to Brittany’s initiation training into the Order of Syndom. Please sign in.”

I glared at Bradley.

Bart greeted, “You’re new.”

“I’m Star,” she introduced herself, with a heavy French accent.

“Of course you are,” I sarcastically quipped.

Ignoring my clear disgust at her, she continued, “My daddy is Mario Cliffton.”

Mario Cliffton was a French fashion mogul and the designer of the dress I was wearing Saturday. My head was beginning to spin as I tried to put this avalanche of strange disconnected information together.

“How lovely,” Bart smiled, cupping her breasts through her skimpy uniform.

I again glared at Bradley, who was not looking at me but staring at the big chested maid.

I moved to the guest book and cursed, “Shit, my parents are already here.”

The redhead said ball bubbly like a bimbo would be, “Oh, they have been here for a couple of hours already.”

Bart quipped, “I imagine they are more than just here.”

“What does that mean?” I snapped, civility no longer an option.

“I think it is better for you to see for yourself,” Bart said, as he stopped feeling up the quasi-celebrity maid, and signed in. “Oh, Candi is already here and so is Dad.”

I had met Candi, Bradley’s sister, once while in Vegas, and thought she was rather strange and subservient, which was all beginning to make sense as this bizarre day continued.

“Shit,” Bradley finally spoke. “Brittany let’s get out of here…this was a mistake.”

“I’m not leaving until I see that my parents are okay,” I said tersely.

Star said, all giddy, “I’ll let Master know the guest of honour is here.”

She disappeared around a corner as I turned to Bradley and asked, my tone giving no doubt as to my growing anger, “What the hell is going on Bradley?”

He stammered, “I-I-I, um.”

Bart interjected, “Brittany, we’re a very close family.”

“So is mine,” I replied. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“We have a family tradition that goes back hundreds of years,” he continued, avoiding a clear cut answer like politicians always do.

“Stop giving me cryptic answers,” I snapped.

Before he could answer, I heard another voice from behind me, “Brittany, it is so great to finally meet you.”

I turned around to see a very good looking older man, a close replica of Bradley, looking at me, dressed only in a robe.

Shifting from hostile to sweet, I greeted, “Hi, Mr. Wolfe, it is a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“You as well,” he smiled warmly, pulling me into a big hug, his smile so inviting.

This was how I had imagined the meeting, minus the poking of his cock into my thigh during the hug.

Breaking the hug, he took my hand and said, “Come with me, Brittany. My wife is dying to meet you.”

“Dad, please,” Bradley said.

Mr. Wolfe gave him a look similar to what I give, which shut him up quickly.

I followed my father-in-law bursa ucuz eskort to be around the corner, and was quickly overwhelmed with the massive spread of a penthouse suite. It looked like somewhere that movie actors would stay. He led me through the massive living room as I wondered where everybody was.

Stopping at the door, he asked, “What did Brad tell you about me?”

“He was cryptically telling me about a secret society led by men, but we were interrupted by Bart and his high school girlfriend,” I answered.

“Bart likes them young,” he chuckled as if that explained it, “always trading in for a newer model.” After a pause, he said, “Did you know your family is also a part of the Order of Syndom?”

“What?” I asked, shocked.

“Yes, I have known your father for years. I am surprised he was able to resist the obvious temptation,” he said, again being cryptic.

“What temptation?” I asked, suddenly leery of where this conversation was going.

“Why, you, of course,” he smiled, opening the door to a massive bedroom.

What I saw next shocked me to the very core of my being. I stammered, “M-m-mom!”

My mother, completely naked except for black thigh highs, was straddling a grey haired man in his sixties, assumedly Bradley’s grandfather, and riding his cock…in her ass.

Mom, not remotely embarrassed to be caught by her daughter committing sodomized adultery, moaned, as she took the older man’s long, thick cock in her ass, “Hiiii, sweetheart.”

I hadn’t noticed Dad, but was greeted by his voice, “Hi, honey, happy you could make it to your initiation training.”

I turned to see he was sitting with a beer in his hand as Bradley’s sister, Candi, also naked except thigh highs, hers red, sucked his cock.

“D-d-dad,” I stammered, unable to comprehend what I was witnessing.

He ordered, “Come and give Dad a hug.”

My mind spinning, I obeyed my father like I always did, as I tentatively walked over to him and bent down to give him a hug, trying to avoid looking at his cock.

I gave him my usual daughter-dad hug, but when I went to move away, he ordered, “Come sit on Daddy’s lap so I can explain what is happening here.”

“But you’re naked,” I said, pointing out the obvious, before adding, “and someone who is not Mom is sucking your cock.”

“As you should be too,” he responded.

“Daddy!” I gasped, unsure if he meant naked or sucking him. As soon as I was around my father, who was and still is a very handsome man and very forceful, I became a little girl again, eager to get his approval and completely unlike my usual strong-willed self.

“Just do as Daddy asks,” he said soothingly, somehow making his absurd request seem okay.

Behind me, Mom’s moans increased and I looked back to see that an older woman, Bradley’s mother I assumed, was now awkwardly licking Mom’s pussy as she continued riding the old man’s cock.

My pussy was undeniably, inexplicably wet, which only enhanced my confusion.

“Honey, come and get Daddy hard,” Mr. Wolfe said behind me.

I turned to watch his daughter, Candi, move away from between my father’s legs and scurry to her father, dropping to her knees as he dropped his robe. I stared in voyeuristic awe at the incestuous act as she took her dad’s cock into her mouth.

Dad said, drawing me away from the shocking act and back to him, “Time for you to begin your initiation training, Brittany.”

I turned to him, his eight inch erect cock pointing up at me, and asked firmly, “Dad, please tell me what is going on.”

“Get undressed and I will explain everything,” he said.

I was distracted as I heard mom screamed, “Fuuuuuck, fill my ass with your come, Maaaaaster.”

I again turned to watch as Mom reached orgasm from riding a stranger’s cock in her ass.

“Your Mother has her best orgasms from getting ass fucked,” Dad said, behind me.

Ironically, I thought to myself, so do I. I felt it was the ultimate act of submission, giving your ass away that made it so hot. Bradley fucked my ass regularly, filling my ass with cum as he called me nasty names…knowing that the ultimate submission always got me off.

“Earth to Brittany,” Dad said, as I was brought back to the crazy reality I was witnessing.

“W-w-what?” I stammered, turning away from Mom’s sodomy and back to my naked father.

“What are you thinking?” Dad asked, the smug look on his face showing that he somehow knew it was something naughty.

“N-n-nothing,” I stuttered.

“Were you enjoying watching your mother?” he asked.

“What? No,” I defended, as I actually hadn’t. “It’s just I can’t begin to understand what is happening here.”

“I think you have always known,” Dad said, his hand moving to his fully erect cock.

“Known what?” I asked, Dad’s cryptic answers as annoying as Bradley’s earlier.

“That mom is subservient,” he said.

Thinking of how mother was the stay at home wife, so “Leave it to Beaver”, and always fawning over Dad it vaguely bursa anal yapan escort made sense. She also always wore nylons and was, in retrospect, very obedient.

I joked, “I just thought she never left the fifties.”

“Oh, in many ways she hasn’t,” Dad laughed back. After a moment, he ordered, “Now get undressed, my dear.”

“But…” I began, the order so ludicrous.

“No buts, Brittany, everyone else is naked,” he pointed out.

“Except for the thigh highs,” I quipped, always unable to avoid being a smart ass when the opportunity arose.

“Are you wearing thigh highs?” Dad asked.

“Yes,” I admitted, suddenly wondering if the silk thigh high stockings Bradley always had me wear, and were being worn by every woman here, was somehow a symbol of obedience for the women in this strange secret society. Also, I vaguely remembered that mom wore pantyhose every day when I was growing up and wondered now if they had always been thigh highs.

“Good, at least Brad did that right,” Dad said, his tone implying annoyance at Bradley.

“What does that mean?” I asked, as I kept asking questions, but got only vague answers and more questions.

“Just that Brad has not followed the Order of Syndom, which is very disappointing, since I chose him for you,” Dad revealed, another domino falling in a life that before the past half hour had made sense.

“Excuse me?” I asked, his last few words shocking me yet again.

“Oh honey, do you really not understand yet the breadth of the Order of Syndom?” He said, as he pointed around the room.

I didn’t look but instead firmly demanded, “Tell me what you mean by you ‘chose him for me’.

He sighed, “I told you I would explain everything once you got undressed, Brittany.”

“Fine!” I snapped, frustrated and figuring obeying this preposterous task would get me closer to the answers I was searching for. I took off my dress and stood in front of my father in only my bra, panties and thigh highs…shivering slightly and feeling very vulnerable.

“Bra and panties too,” Dad instructed.

“Seriously?” I asked.

“We are all just flesh and bone, my dear,” Dad explained, “don’t let society’s expectations control yours. Nudity is natural.”

“Is that why incest is justified?” I quipped, turning to look at Candi sucking her dad’s cock rather lavishly.

“Exactly,” he nodded, ignoring my sarcasm, as he explained, “Sex is supposed to be between two or more people you love, and who loves you more than your own flesh and blood?”

“You want to have sex with me?” I asked, even though the answer was beginning to be obvious.

“Of course,” he nodded, “but this is about much more than just having sex with you.”

“It is?” I asked flabbergasted, my father just admitting he wanted to fuck me. My whole father-daughter relationship was suddenly being questioned.

From behind me, Mom put her hand on my shoulder and whispered, “Free your mind of judgement, my dear.”

I turned to look at her and said, my tone still bitter, my alpha male personality dying to stay in control, “And how am I supposed to do that?”

“Understand your place,” she answered.

“My place?” I repeated, incredulously.

“Yes, honey, there is a natural hierarchy in all relationships,” she explained.

“You just fucked another man in front of your husband,” I pointed out.

“Because Master instructed me to,” she said, as if that explained everything.

“Aaaaaaaaaah,” I screamed, frustrated beyond all means.

Mr. Wolfe interjected, “This isn’t going anywhere, Cam.”

“Agreed, Walker,” Dad said with a nod, before standing up and ordering me, his tone firm, “Bra and panties off now, Brittany.”

I turned back to Dad and gave him a desperate look, but when his stern facial expression didn’t change, I, hands trembling, obeyed, as I unclasped my bra and tugged down my panties…even though I didn’t know why I was obeying.

“Good girl,” he purred, like he used to when I was a child…making me suddenly feel obedient and desperate to get more of his attention.

Mr. Wolfe continued, as I turned to him, “Brittany, it is time you understood your place. Your dad and your fiancé both did not do their job in preparing you for your role in the Order of Syndom.”

“My role?” I scoffed, his words sounding absurd. I noticed that Bradley, Bart and Amber where also in the room now.

“Yes, the social hierarchy of the Order of Syndom is very clear and not negotiable. As it has been throughout history, the man is at the top of the family hierarchy and the woman naturally is below him,” he explained.

“How 1950s,” I quipped.

He sighed, “Your father should have disciplined you back when you were young…as sometimes women, like you, think they can buck a centuries old system of power and submission. Plus, let’s be honest, you dress the role of a feminist, you work the role of feminist, but truthfully you are a submissive underneath your facade of pretentiousness.”

“Excuse me?” I asked, pissed at having my character questioned.

“Brad, what is your bride-to-be like in the bedroom?” Mr. Wolfe asked, looking at his son.

Bradley, instantly broke eye contact with me, and answered sheepishly, “She is submissive.”

“Does she call you Master?” He asked.

“Yes,” Bradley admitted.

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Their time in Atlanta was like a dream. Nate couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so content. They were able to walk hand-in-hand, kiss and flirt with each other in public and never once worry about being spotted.

They arrived on a Monday and originally planned to stay until Thursday. After being there only one day, they decided they wanted to stay later. Since Lizzie’s publisher had paid for her portion of the trip, she had to make a call and arrange to stay through the weekend. Then they picked a somewhat nicer hotel and indulged in room service a couple of times. In between the romance and solitude, they checked out neighborhoods and some of the surrounding communities.

“I like this area,” Lizzie commented as they cruised in their rented vehicle down a street lined with enormous trees.

“Me too.”

It was an older neighborhood with medium to larger sized homes. The lot sizes were generous with a lot more mature foliage than some of the other places they’d visited.

“You don’t think the houses might be too large for just the two of us?”

Nate nodded. “I suppose they are. I was thinking that any one of these places would have a big enough space for your art studio.”

He glanced over in time to see Lizzie’s surprised expression. “What?”

“Aren’t you going to look for anything that you want?” she asked.

He chuckled. “What do I need?” He shrugged and looked around. “A room for a gym, maybe. An office and roads to jog on. I can get that anywhere. Just like finding work as an accountant.”

“I don’t want you only thinking of me as we try to find a home here.”

“Lizzie, I always think of you and anything I can do to make you happy.” He reached over and squeezed her hand where it rested on her thigh. “It’s all I want.”

“You’re something else, you know that?”

He nodded and winked at her. “I know. And I have to live with that knowledge every day.”

She laughed and squeezed his hand back.

It was Saturday and they rounded the block to find an open house another half mile up the road. It was a nice bungalow, unusual for this area but the lot size allowed for the larger footprint of the house. They wandered through the rooms, not saying much but never letting go of each other’s hand.

When they got to the master bedroom, on the northwest side of the house, they both stopped and stared.

Lizzie pointed out the window. “That is the most amazing view we’ve seen here.”

Nate had to agree. He hadn’t realized this house was so close to the neighborhood green space with the little lake and walking paths. The lot on this end of the house sloped down and away, leaving a beautiful panoramic view of the surrounding parkland over the line of the trees at the back of the property. There was even a small private patio outside the bedroom, with wrought-iron railings twisted in artistic lengths.

Nate could already see their chairs on the deck, Lizzie sitting in one with her sketchpad on her lap, he in the other, cup of coffee and newspaper in his hands. He could imagine watching the sun set every night too, holding Lizzie in his arms and whispering all the things he wanted to do to her in bed after dark.

“I think we should make an offer.” The words were out before he’d had a chance to think beyond his daydream.

Lizzie laughed and jiggled his hand. “Maybe we should check out the rest of the house first.”

Nate turned to her with a smile and nodded. They walked through the rest of the house, finding and admiring the other two bedrooms, the large, state-of-the-art kitchen, and the back deck with the beautiful, elaborate gardens. Downstairs, they found a wide-open living space complete with a wet bar and wine cellar.

“This is a nice house, Nate.” Lizzie let go of his hand to walk over and look out a window. For a basement, it wasn’t very basement-like. The windows were high but large, letting in an inordinate amount of light. “But neither of those spare bedrooms upstairs were big enough for an art studio for me.”

Nate nodded. “You’re right. I guess we’ll just have to renovate part of the basement into a studio for you.”

Lizzie turned from the window to look at him. Nate met her gaze and neither of them spoke for a long moment. She dropped her hands from the windowsill and twisted her fingers together. Nate walked towards her and pulled her hands apart to bring her fingers to his lips.

“Boy, you just have an answer for everything, don’t you?” Lizzie smiled over his bent head. “Quite a change from just a few weeks ago when neither of us had answers for anything.”

Nate nodded. “It’s not that we didn’t have answers. I think it’s that we didn’t want to face what the answers meant.”

Lizzie looked back and forth between his eyes. “You’re right. And now you’re ready to face the answers?”

“I don’t know about that but I know I don’t want to keep going on the way we have been. I’m ready for a change.” He leaned closer, their noses almost touching. “Aren’t you?”

She stared at him for a moment bursa suriyeli escort escort longer then nodded. “You’re right. We should go make an offer.”

Nate kissed her and they walked back upstairs to find the realtor.

****

Lizzie knew it wouldn’t last, their elation over making a decision and moving forward with their lives. They got home and reality sank back in. As Lizzie moved forward with her transition, Nate made arrangements to close out his accounts. Somewhere in the midst of moving arrangements, packing and unwinding together, they knew they had to make time to tell their parents.

Lance made a suggestion as to how they should handle it. He came over one evening and they all dined on Chinese takeout over boxes draped with old checkered tablecloths.

“You need to invite them over for coffee, they’ll see the boxes and there’s your conversation starter.” Lance gestured with his chopsticks as he spoke. “The rest will just come.”

Lizzie and Nate exchanged a look. They battled their guilt daily already for not having even mentioned the move to their parents up to this point. There was a good chance they might not even be forgiven for that, never mind their relationship.

“Thanks, Lance, but it’s going to take more than that, I’m afraid.” Lizzie smiled and lifted a dumpling from her plate.

“Well, the longer you leave it, the worse it’ll be.” Lance dug around his vegetables until he found a piece of water chestnut. “Don’t think you can just move and then call them from Atlanta.”

Lizzie shook her head with a laugh. “No. We wouldn’t do that. But how do you tell your parents you’re in love with your brother?”

“I’d start by assuring them that it doesn’t have anything to do with them.”

Nate nodded in agreement. Lance’s words made sense. Lizzie agreed as well but she knew that no matter how they put it, their parents were going to be hurt and confused, maybe disgusted and angry. Maybe even angry enough to decide never to see them again.

“All I know is it’ll be easier for them once we’re in Atlanta.” Lizzie pushed the remaining food around on her plate. “The distance will help.”

“Easier for them? Or for you two?”

Lizzie glanced up at Lance before looking to her brother. Nate met her eyes with his own steady gaze and she felt calmness settle over her. The hardest part of all this was still to come but in the past several weeks, she’d come to realize that with Nate, she knew she could face anything. To Lance’s question, she had no firm answer except that it was a little of both.

The three of them finished their meals and cleaned up. Lance offered to come back the next weekend to help them pack but they declined.

“I think we’ll go have lunch with them on Saturday.” Nate reached for Lizzie’s hand.

She squeezed his fingers and he looked down at her with a smile. She stepped closer and he tucked her against his side with one arm. They looked up at Lance, who stood near the front door.

“So when do you guys move?”

“Three weeks tomorrow,” Lizzie said.

“Wow. Coming up fast.” Lance narrowed his eyes. “Don’t wait to tell your parents. Go for dinner tomorrow night.”

Lizzie and Nate exchanged another look but didn’t say anything about it one way or another. They hugged Lance goodnight and watched him head down the front walk towards his waiting vehicle.

“He really is a good guy, isn’t he?”

Lizzie smiled at Nate’s perplexed tone. “I think he is.”

“He doesn’t care at all about us being together. I mean, he cares, but only as a friend looking out for other friends.”

“I know what you mean.”

Nate nodded and they backed into the house, shutting the door behind them. They made their way upstairs to the last two rooms in the house that hadn’t been packed up, their bedroom and their shared office. Nate went to his computer to make sure everything was shut down for the night and Lizzie flipped her sketchbook open.

The page it opened to was her sketch from several weeks ago, following a restless night. She’d dreamt of the isolated cabin by the lake and drawn it after waking up in the middle of the night. Later that night, Nate had found her and offered her comfort as only he could. She smiled as she traced the outline of the chimney with one finger. So much had changed since that lost and hopeless night.

“What are you working on?” Nate asked after a few minutes of silence.

“Nothing yet.” She walked over to his desk and he pushed his chair back so she could settle in his lap. “I was just looking at this.”

He nodded as he looked down at the drawing. “I remember. It’s very good.”

Lizzie smiled and relaxed against his chest. She kissed his cheek and put her fingers to the cabin in the drawing. “I’ll have to do another one once we’ve moved.”

“Good idea, sweetie.” He kissed her and held her close while they stared at the drawing for another few minutes.

Nate yawned. “I’m beat.”

“Me too.” Lizzie closed bursa ucuz escort the sketchbook, any urge to draw now gone. She set it on his desk and cuddled up to his chest.

For a little while, they sat there, arms around each other, hearts beating in time. It was quiet in the house, no artificial noise or light beyond Nate’s desk lamp. Noise from the street out front was almost nonexistent. They could almost pretend they were alone in the world. A few weeks ago, plagued with bleak dreams, Lizzie would have been afraid of that very thing. Now, she realized she only needed one thing: Nate.

She tipped her head back and he looked down into her face. “Let’s go to bed.”

He chuckled and pressed a brief kiss to her lips. “It’s only nine. You’re that tired?”

Lizzie grinned. “No. I’m not tired at all, but you just said you’re beat.” She shivered as she watched Nate’s eyes darken and his grasp around her tightened.

“Well then. I’m sure I can figure out a way to get us both a good night’s rest.”

And he did just that.

****

Next weekend, they took the long drive out to their childhood home in Winnetka. Just as they’d done last time, they held hands and spoke little. Lizzie’s leg twitched and Nate’s fingers tightened more than a few times on the steering wheel.

“Should we eat first?” Lizzie asked.

Nate glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. “As opposed to…?”

“Telling them before we eat?”

“Is that something you want to do on a full stomach?” Nate gave her a weak smile.

She looked out the windshield and Nate saw the muscles of her throat work as she swallowed. “I think they might not want to hear it on a full stomach.”

Nate’s insides clenched at the thought of how their parents would react. They’d agreed to lay it all out for them, be honest and clear, answer any questions they might have. Above all, they wouldn’t fight with them. If the worst happened, they’d just leave and go back home. In a short while, they’d be moving and they’d be out of their parents’ hair for good, if they wanted it that way.

Drawing in a deep breath, all Nate could do was squeeze Lizzie’s fingers. They’d be at their mother and father’s house in a few more miles. There was no going back.

“I love you,” Lizzie whispered as they pulled into the driveway.

“I love you, too.” He brought her hand to his lips for a kiss.

He parked the car and they got out. At the front door, their mother answered after the first knock.

“I’m amazed!” Clara exclaimed and drew them inside for hugs. “You’re on time for once.”

They laughed and Nate knew their mother wouldn’t hear the strain in their laughter.

“Where’s Dad?” Lizzie asked.

“He’s in his den, watching the game.” Clara turned and urged them towards the kitchen. “God, you’re both too skinny. Come eat something.”

“Mom, we’re here for lunch.” Nate laughed but followed his mother into the kitchen. “The whole point is eating.”

“Yes, well, lunch won’t be ready for a bit yet. Come have a snack and then you can go tear your father away from the television.”

Lizzie and Nate exchanged a look as their mother moved across the kitchen. It didn’t matter what they looked like, if they were chubby or skeletal. Clara liked to feed her kids. They submitted to her snack-administering and sat together at the kitchen table.

“How is work, Elizabeth?” Clara asked as she set a bowl of mixed fruit on the table between them.

“It’s great.” Lizzie smiled, happy to discuss her work. Ever since accepting the new position, she’d been taking on new and different duties as training for her eventual transfer. She told her mother about the new job and left out the part about the transfer to Atlanta for the moment.

“That’s wonderful, my dear.” Clara bent to kiss her daughter on the cheek. “I knew you’d make a name for yourself there, but I had no idea it’d be so fast.”

“Me either, Mom.” Lizzie agreed with a nod before glancing at Nate again.

He couldn’t help it. He beamed with pride at the way her cheeks turned pink with pleasure at the discussion. He knew she’d been working her ass off for months now and more recently, since accepting the new position. She came home fit to bursting with tales of her day at work and all the new things she’d been learning. Between that and the move, she’d changed. She was more relaxed and playful. Nate would have loved her forever, no matter what, but he’d be lying if he said the change to her demeanor didn’t please him.

“Maybe now you can get your own place and let Nate have his house back,” Clara said as she turned back to the counter where she was finishing up with lunch prep.

At that, Lizzie straightened up in her chair, the cheerful color fading from her face. Nate met her look and gave a slight nod.

“Uh, I’ll go get Dad.” He stood up and hurried down the hall to find his father. He heard Lizzie speaking to their mother.

“Mom, there’s something about the job that I have to bursa üniversiteli escort tell you…”

Nate swallowed the lump in his throat. It was here, the time they’d have to come clean with their parents. He paused in the doorway to the den and knocked on the open door.

“Dad?”

“Hi, Nathaniel. How are you, son?” Davis stood up and walked over to give his son a hug. “Where’s your sister?”

“In the kitchen with Mom.” Nate swallowed again and gave his father a weak smile. “Would you come into the kitchen? Lizzie has some news to share.”

Davis grinned. “Yeah? Of course.” He turned and picked up the remote to flick the TV off. Then he followed Nate back to the kitchen.

“Hi, Dad.” Lizzie stood up to give her father a hug.

“Hi, sweetie.” He kissed her forehead and held her at arm’s length. “You look different. Are you eating enough?”

Lizzie rolled her eyes. “Why is that the first question from both of you? Yes, I eat enough.”

“We just want to make sure you’re taking care of yourselves.” Clara smiled over her shoulder. “Davis, get them some drinks and sit down so Elizabeth can tell us her news.”

“Sure. Nate, you want a beer?”

“No thanks. Just iced tea is good.”

“Elizabeth?”

“Same for me.”

Davis pulled the pitcher from the fridge and poured four glasses. He set Clara’s on the counter, giving her a quick kiss and squeeze around her waist with one hand. Then he sat across the table from Lizzie and Nate, setting their glasses down as well.

“So what’s the big news, Elizabeth?” Davis asked.

“I was telling Mom about my new position with the publisher.” Lizzie quickly recounted what she’d already told Clara about the job. Davis grinned, patted her hand and gave her a hearty congratulations.

“Thanks, Dad.” Lizzie smiled and looked down at the table. She fidgeted for a minute until Nate touched her leg under the table. Her eyes lifted, flicked over his face briefly before turning to their father again. Clara had moved over to sit beside Davis as well.

“What is it?” Their mother cocked her head to one side.

“This new job came with… conditions.” Lizzie swallowed. “Well, one condition, really.”

“What?”

Lizzie glanced sideways at Nate once more. “Um. I have to move. To Atlanta. The new position is there.”

For a second, no one spoke. Davis cleared his throat and reached for his wife’s hand. “Elizabeth, this job is an amazing opportunity for you. If it was in Anchorage, we’d still say you should take it.”

“Oh, I’ve accepted the job, Dad. I’ve already been down there to look for a place to live.”

“That’s wonderful, my dear.” Clara blinked a few times and Nate knew she was holding back tears.

He looked down. He had a sinking feeling that the rest of this conversation wasn’t going to go well at all.

“Of course, we’ll miss you, but it’s only a plane ride away,” Davis said, still holding Clara’s hand. “When do you move?”

“In a little less than three weeks.”

“My goodness, that’s soon.” Clara looked up and gave her daughter a watery smile. “Do you need help packing?”

“No, Nate… um, Nate’s done a lot.”

Nate could hear the catch in her voice and knew he’d have to do the rest. She was on the verge of breaking down.

“Well, at least Nate will get his house back.” Clara gave a little laugh. “You can start doing your own thing again.”

“Mom, Dad. There’s something else we need to tell you.” Nate cleared his throat, the words churning over and over in his head. He needed to say it, just say it once, out loud for them and then they could deal with whatever came. The were stuck though, lodged in his throat and he struggled.

Their father frowned. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I’m moving. To Atlanta, as well.”

Davis frowned. “I don’t understand. Did your office offer you a new position there?”

“No. I’ve signed off most of my accounts here and tendered my resignation with the firm.”

Clara shook her head. “Why would you do that? What’s in Atlanta?”

Nate looked at Lizzie. Her eyes were wide and she was pale as snow. Now. He needed to say it now. All of it, all at once.

“Lizzie will be there. We’re moving to Atlanta together.”

Silence dropped over them like a shockwave. Lizzie reached down to clutch Nate’s fingers where they still rested on her thigh. He returned the gesture, more than aware of the desperate worry in her grasp. Drawing in a deep breath, he lifted their joined hands, overpowering Lizzie’s panicked resistance, and set their hands on the table.

Their parents’ eyes fell to their hands and Clara sucked in a sharp breath. “No.” Her voice was barely a whisper, her face drawn taut.

“I don’t understand.” This from Davis, his expression one of confusion.

“I’m moving… we’re moving to Atlanta together.” Nate drew a deep breath. “I’m moving because Lizzie took that job in Atlanta and we didn’t want to be apart from each other. It’s what… it’s what couples do.”

“Couples?” Davis’ eyes snapped to Nate’s face. “What the hell is going on here?”

“Davis…” Clara’s voice was weak and her husband turned to her immediately. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what? Ask questions? Did you hear what he just said?”

Clara stared at her husband, her eyes pleading. Nate and Lizzie watched the exchange, their fingers tightening their hold.

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At noon Bruce was on duty as Nathan passed the reception desk, carrying the bag of groceries, en route to his room.

“Got locked in a grocery store overnight?” he called out, grinning because he knew from the night clerk that Nathan hadn’t used his room that night. Curiosity had moved him to check downstairs to find out if he’d been fucking in one of the Bourbon Street Pub back rooms all night, titillated at the thought that maybe Big Ralph had gotten to him, but he’d drawn a blank. He’d have given his left testicle to know what the hunk had been up to. All night humping on the beach? Maybe over at Saloon 1? The possibilities all were just too delicious.

“Nope,” Nathan called back, turning and giving Bruce a glorious smile. “I spent the night humping a father and son and they gave me this nifty bag of groceries in appreciation.”

Bruce laughed. “Good one,” he called back as Nathan reached his door.

Nathan turned again before going in. “They serve lunch downstairs as well as breakfast?” he asked.

“You had your breakfast later than this yesterday, doll,” Bruce said. “So, I’m sure you know you can get somethin’ to eat down there now. You don’t have lunch in that sack, though?”

“Ralph from downstairs isn’t in this sack. I’m gonna let him suck me dry while I’m eating lunch. He’s the best, you know.”

Bruce kept his grin on his face until Nathan disappeared into his room, and then he let his jaw drop. Well, shit, he thought. I wonder if that’s where the kid was last night. Ralph can really ream a wide one. Wonder if he got lucky. Don’t think I want to know if he did, though. That back room of his. Bruce shuddered and turned to go through the reservations lists one more time.

Ralph gave a little chuckle when Nathan told him about the unusual coincidence of falling in with a father and son on the same day. “It’s a problem, of course, especially with, as you’ve said, both of them hinting at something longer term. But I must say that you’re quite something to get shackled up like this in just one day here.”

“I’m writing it up as the mystique of Key West,” Nathan said. “If I had something like this happen to me back in New York, I’d be tied in knots. In fact, I was tied in knots coming down here even without these new complications. Now none of it looks worth the worry. I think Key West—and your advice—have me just going with the flow.”

“If you trust my advice so much, why don’t you go back beyond those beaded curtains over there with me and I’ll show you one of the biggest, thickest dicks in the keys, and I’ll do work with your body beyond anything you ever dreamed about.”

They both laughed, but the look Ralph was giving Nathan gave Nathan some pause for contemplation.

“I think it’s because you’re such a fox, even down here in the keys,” Ralph continued. “I think you could get away with almost anything as long as you were putting out. Still thinking of moving down here?”

“The father said he’s planning to sell his house. Says he wants two million, three hundred thousand for it. What do you think? Would that be a good deal?”

“Where is it and how big is it? Does it have a pool and off-street parking?”

“It’s on Georgia Street. Not the section here. Over on the southern side. 2,800 square feet he says. Four bedrooms and it looks like it’s been in House Beautiful. He’s a real fussy housekeeper. Nice swimming pool and lotus pond. A single carport, but enough room for another car to park behind it and be off the street.”

“If it’s got all that, it’s probably a steal at that price,” Ralph said. “Especially if it comes with the busy maid you’ve said the father is—and a son with more Kama Sutra moves than a behind-the-scenes Bollywood actress.”

“That’s certainly something to think about,” Nathan said. And then he laughed.

“What?” Ralph asked.

“That’s what I told both of them when they hinted that we could live together—that it was something to think about.”

“Before you decide on either of them—or both of them,” Ralph said, “I suggest you try out what I was telling you about yesterday. What you have said about that first guy, the one who started you off, if you want to consider something like that again, you go on over to Saloon 1. Tonight would be good. It’s a good night tonight.”

“It’s a thought,” Nathan said.

“And if that don’t scratch your itch, come back over here and go into the back room with me. I’ll fuck you good that way. You want a taste of that original guilt you felt so that Key West can help you wipe that away, you come back to Ralph’s cave. You needed to talk about all of this and work this out. You’ll be fine. If you go over to Saloon 1, just go with the flow. Be open about what you want. This is Key West. This is what the keys can do for you; why you’ve come here.”

“Thanks for the advice and the pancakes, Ralph. Pretty tired now. Think I’ll go back upstairs and get some sleep before the band slips in here and starts banging around.”

Yep, that’s something bursa bayan eskort to think about—going over to Saloon 1, Nathan thought as he climbed the stairs and ran the Bruce gamut again to get to room 21 and the queen-sized bed in the loft. He did his best not to think about the Ralph option—or about that man who had initiated him so many years ago.

* * * *

Nathan had a hard time getting to sleep. Ralph had finally screwed right down to the foundation with him. Guilt. Was that what it was all about? Guilt over thinking too much about himself, his own fears and anger and frustration, that year that Howard was dying and not giving enough attention to Howard? Guilt about Glen dying in that motorcycle accident, which came after he’d left the apartment angry with Nathan? And, deeper than that. Guilt about that first lover and what they had done—what Nathan had let the man do to him? Guilt about what he was willing to do in sex and didn’t want to admit to?

Ralph told him that Key West could be the cure for that. And it had been for some of his guilty feelings. He had to admit that just opening up to possibilities, not keeping them bottled up inside him, was helping. Ralph told him to go to Saloon 1 and just let it all hang out. He’d had no intention of doing that, but now . . .

He drifted off into sleep.

The arrival and revving up of the band downstairs, in the Bourbon Street Pub, jolted Nathan awake. It already was dark outside. He padded out on the balcony overlooking Duval Street just in his shorts, and almost immediately the cat calls and offers to join him rose up from the crowd milling around on the street below. He smiled, waved, posed provocatively for them—something he wouldn’t have done just two days earlier—and went back into his room.

He could smile now at the bantering and the bald talk. He was in Key West, not in a sound studio in New York, where every move was observed and assessed and where the paparazzi were in overdrive in trying to find out what starlet he was dating that week—and, if none, why not? The photographers that had kept him away from both Howard’s and Glen’s funerals on the simple fear that they would find out who he really was.

Just let it flow, Ralph had said. Face the guilty feelings and let Key West wash them away.

He’d already done some of that. He’d just gone with the flow with Gene on the beach that first night and later up here in his room. Giving and taking and accepting the full enjoyment of the other man’s body and of the resilience of his spirit. And he’d done so with Gene’s father, Gordon, as well. So much like Howard. Being tender and giving with him. Showing that he could do that with an older man who was completely open and giving with him. Being sensitive to Gordon’s needs and sharing grief with him. Touching him lightly on the nipples, the two kissing, and Gordon rubbing the backs of his calves with his feet while Nathan slow fucked him, all the time Gordon telling him how so much it was like his lost lover fucking him. That’s what he’d thought he hadn’t done with Howard—shared the grief with him. He’d come to think of himself as callous in that way. But Howard had never upbraided him for that. Perhaps those were guilty feelings he need not own. Maybe Howard’s death was just what happens in life; shit happens.

So, maybe Key West was helping.

But what about Glen? His Glen, back in New York. He’d been angry because Nathan had held back. They’d both known that Nathan wanted what Glen wanted to do to him, and the way Glen gave it to him, dominated him, bordering on what that first man had done to him. But it sometimes got too close to the edge of that first lover—and thus Nathan’s guilty feelings from that.

Was Ralph serious? Did he really have a room, a “cave,” where he could do what that first lover did and could help Nathan both come to grips with it and walk away from it? Ralph was such a big bruiser. Could he be the challenge that that first man, Chuck . . . Chuck Unger . . . one of Nathan’s neighbors when Nathan turned eighteen, had been? Could he do what the man had done with Nathan and caused such a feeling of guilt? And if he let Ralph give him what Chuck Unger had given him—take from him what Chuck Unger had taken—could he just walk away from it? Was he fooling himself on what his body really wanted?

Perhaps the only way to get there was through the feelings, the feelings of guilt, about Glen and his biker persona. Ralph had said the path through that in Key West was Saloon 1.

So be it, Nathan thought. He changed into jeans, no briefs; a navy blue mesh athletic T-shirt; and sandals, no socks, and left the hotel, waving his hand at Bruce’s cheery “Happy hunting” greeting as he passed the reception desk. He crossed Duval and found the entrance to Saloon 1.

The place was dimly lit and full of cigarette smoke. It was hard picking anyone out until his eyes became adjusted to the dark, as they all were in black leather. There had been bursa evi olan escort motorcycles out front. Ralph hadn’t told him it was a leather night at the bar, but he would have guessed it was anyway.

He went to the bar and ordered a beer, giving tentative smiles to the leather-clad men gathered there, all of whom stopped their conversations and various forms of fondling each other and turned to ogle and greet the blond hunk who hadn’t been seen in the bar before. Some made suggestive comments and more than one reached out to touch him as he turned from the bar and moved toward where he could see some tables in the swirl of the smoke. Everyone at the bar had been coupled up. He was looking for someone who would focus only on him.

He realized there was too much smoke for a haze of cigarettes. A smoke machine had been doing its thing. Lights were strobing around high on the walls; there was a small platform stage, with a band playing loud, if not all that well; and a dance floor must have been designated in front of the stage, because a square area was packed with gyrating bodies. All were men, and all were leather men, pierced, tattooed, predominantly hairy—mounds of muscles. Many drinking as they danced; all loud and raucous; filled with testosterone; the crowd spilling out toward nearby tables, where they were gesturing with big hand movements, laughing and talking, fondling, coupling, and, in the corners of the room, sucking and copulating.

Nathan found an unoccupied table where he could sit and look out over the action. No sooner had he planted his butt in a chair than men began to circle around him and start to close in. But then they were pulling back and from out of the haze appeared a single figure, standing on the other side of the table from Nathan. Apparently someone of authority and standing here, able to cry off the rest with a flick of his wrists.

He was exactly what Nathan had expected. So like Glen that they could have been brothers.

Taller than Nathan and bulkier too. Heavily muscled and tattooed. Wearing tight black leather pants and vest over hairy barrel chest. A biker’s hat. Nathan couldn’t see, but he was sure there were black boots too. Leather arm bands, an earring and a nipple ring, and one in an eyebrow as well. He was olive-skinned. His hair was black and curly, but he had shaved his head. A Fu-Man-Chu mustache. Incongruously, his eyes were a watery blue.

He looked mean, capable, and completely comfortable here and in his skin.

“You lost, Blondie? In case you noticed, this ain’t where the collegiate crowd hangs out. A pretty boy entering here don’t leave as pretty.”

“It was recommended to me. By a bartender across the street, at the Bourbon Street Pub.”

“Ralph?”

“Yes, that’s him.”

“Ralph’s already fucked you?”

“No.”

“Ralph told you to come in here tonight?”

“Yes, and he told me to go with the flow.”

“Ain’t no Flow in here. I’m Glen. He mention me specifically?” The voice was a low bass, just like Nathan’s Glen.

“No, not specifically,” Nathan answered after a moment. After he’d recovered from hearing that this guy’s name was Glen too. Just like his own Glen.

“Then maybe I’ll be too much for you?”

The way that the man had his hands positioned, palms facing out on his thighs, drew Nathan’s eyes to his crotch. He drew in his breath. The leather pants had a codpiece rather than a zipper. The man had undone it and lowered it, and his cock and balls were hanging out. He was half hard and he was horse hung. His balls hung low. And there was a thick Prince Albert ring in the head of his cock.

“No, you wouldn’t be too much for me; not too much at all.” Glen had been horse hung too. The neighbor, Chuck Unger, had been monster hung. He’d been Nathan’s first—and second and fourteenth—and after him, Nathan hadn’t had trouble taking any man.

Glen gestured to the back of the room to where there was an open doorway covered by a beaded curtain.

“Back there. Now.”

Nathan knelt on his folded jeans and T-shirt on the grungy floor of the dark corridor, his back against the cinderblock wall and Glen’s hands on his head, fingers buried in his blond hair, and guiding the bobbing of his mouth on Glen’s cock. The light filtering in from the party room shimmered through the waving of the strands of beads covering the doorway. The music boomed louder, if anything, back in this long corridor than in the main room. They weren’t the only ones back here. Sounds of male sex drifted up to them from deeper in the corridor.

Glen lifted Nathan’s body, with palms supporting and spreading the young blond’s buttocks, and slowly worked his huge cock up into Nathan’s channel as Nathan panted and groaned.

“Can’t take it?”

“Give it to me. I want it. Just slow, please.”

“What a sweet piece you are.”

When Glen bottomed, they held there as Nathan hooked his legs on Glen’s hips and wrapped his arms around bursa rus escort the biker’s neck.

Then Glen began to stroke and Nathan was lost to him, memories of his own Glen flooding in. He once more was with his leather lover, able to say all of the things he had wanted to say when his lover had left him and slipped off a rain-slicked road and down a rocky embankment. He murmured his good-byes and his appreciation for all his lost lover had been to him and his sorrow that he’d held back in any way. The Glen of the present just grunted, not paying any attention to what Nathan was saying at all, to Nathan’s relief, and fucked on.

“Getting’ too much for you?”

“All the way, please. Fuck me silly. Whatever you want to do, do it.”

“Nice piece. Stayed right with me. Didn’t think you could,” Glen repeated when they’d come and he’d let Nathan’s feet come down to the floor. “I wouldn’t mind—”

“I have a room across the street at the New Orleans House,” Nathan whispered.

“You really think you can take it again?”

“I want to take it again.”

Bruce looked up in shock as Nathan came up the stairs followed by the hulky biker, but, with an assessing look at Glen, he didn’t say anything snotty.

Glen fucked Nathan from behind on the balcony with Nathan’s belly straddling the railing overlooking Duval Street and a large gathering of men, including Glen’s biker friends cheering them on from below. He then laid Nathan on the bed and gave him a blow job, with Nathan writhing and moaning when he discovered that Glen had a ball stud in his tongue that he knew how to fuck a man’s piss slit with.

After Glen fucked him doggie style on the loft bed to the steady rhythm of the loud music invading the room from below in the Bourbon Street Pub, he’d had enough.

“You really want it, don’t you?” he asked. “And you can take it big, I’ll give that to you.” He rolled off Nathan and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching for the pack of cigarettes he’d put on the nightstand. Nathan reached out for him, completely lost in the fantasy that this was his own Glen, come back to him for a night of memories and reconnecting, solidifying the relationship they’d had. Nathan not denying him anything.

But Glen was finished for the night. “I like to sleep alone,” he said. “I’ll take the bed I saw downstairs. If you’re lucky, the music will cover my snores.”

Nathan was slightly disappointed. His Glen had snored, and that would be music to his ears now.

“You didn’t like it?” he asked, worried now that he’d only been thinking of himself and the other Glen and had disappointed. He never wanted to disappoint a sex partner—and, to his knowledge, he never had.

“I liked it fine. In fact, have you ever ridden the Overseas Highway down the keys to Miami on a bike?”

“No. I haven’t even driven it. But I hear it’s something.”

“You like what I gave you and are willing to put out for other guys, you’d be a hit in Miami. I’m going up there tomorrow. Maybe you want to come and party with me for a couple of days?”

Nathan didn’t know if he wanted to go that wild, and he hesitated. But he’d hesitated with his Glen, and it had led to feelings of guilt.

“It’s something to think about,” this Glen said, seeing Nathan’s hesitation. “Hey, you got wheels here?”

“Yes, I’ve got a rental car.”

“Maybe you can do me the favor of taking me someplace in the morning. My bike is someplace else. You can decide then—or later in the day—about Miami. I like to drive the Overseas Highway near twilight. It helps to have the cars having their lights on. You can get mesmerized by the water on both sides during the day.”

“Sure, I can take you to your bike.”

“God, you look good lying there like that,” Glen said. “And I’m hard for you again. Not that sleepy anymore. Climb on it and take another ride. Unless you—”

“Whatever you want, do it. Do whatever you want with me.”

The biker laid on his back and Nathan rode the cock, facing Glen’s head, arching his back away from Glen’s torso and grabbing his ankles while Glen raised and lowered Nathan’s channel on the cock with a grip on the young blond’s waist. He knew just how to rub his thick PA ring on Nathan’s prostate again and again. Nathan gulped and panted, trying hard to stretch to accommodate the thickness and length of the man, trembling and shuddering, but also exhilarated that he was handling that much, that much deep pumping action, while watching the tattoos undulate across the rippling muscles of the biker’s torso as he exerted himself, being royally fucked. In ecstasy, Nathan ejaculated a long time before Glen did.

The next morning, driving Glen to his bike in the Audi convertible, Nathan figured it out as soon as Glen had him turn onto Georgia Street. They pulled up in front of a modern-style, white-columned carport peeking out between thick stands of palm trees. Gordon’s Miata was inside the carport and a Harley was parked on a stand next to it.

Glen. Of course, Nathan thought. Glen was Gordon’s other son. The one he was trying to get to give the motorcycle up the first time they met, the son Gordon had to leave their shared bed for to bail out of jail.

“You wanna come in for a beer?”

“Maybe not today,” Nathan answered. “Maybe some other day would be best—for all of us.”

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I lay on the bed, my small son at my breast, feeding quietly. His small mouth sucking on my nipple, drawing milk from my swollen and hard breasts. God, it felt wonderful. I felt a little guilty because it did feel so very sensual. My pussy began to tingle. I had to make myself not reach down and stroke my clit.

Damn, I was horny. I’d had little Jimmy four months ago and he was fit and growing every day on my plentiful supply of milk. I really loved to feed him. My pussy was over his birth and I wanted to be fucked. Jim, my husband had seemed to loose all interest in sex since his birth. I had heard that sometimes happened. I tried everything to excite him. I’d wear sexy nightgowns, but he just wasn’t interested. I’d lean over and take his cock to suck on it, to get him in the mood but he’d pull away, roll over and pretend to go to sleep. It was driving me out of my mind.

I switched little Jimmy to my other breast to give that nipple a rest. It got sore if he sucked on it too long. The room was semi dark and I just had on a pair of sexy French cut thin panties, nothing else. It was my way of trying to keep my self-esteem up. I wanted to at least feel sexy. I saw a little hint of motion out of my eye and turned to see Rosita standing quietly in the door. She stood looking at us and smiling. I motioned for her to come and sit on the bed. The dark haired beauty slipped into the room and sat beside me. She reached over and stroked Jimmy’s head. I reached over and stroked her arm.

We had hired her just before he was born. We had met her in Mexico City on vacation. She was a schoolteacher with a Master’s degree in teaching. She was a friend of a friend and we learned she was not happy there. When she told us how little she made, we were appalled. I was three months pregnant at the time and we told her if she came up just before the baby was born, we’d give her a job as housekeeper and nanny. The salary we offered her was almost three times what she was getting, plus she would stay in the house, and have no living expenses. We made all the arrangements for her “Green Card,” the legal immigration work papers, and plane fare. We would give her the weekend off to do what she wished.

She was fantastic with Jimmy, a good cook as well as a very hard worker around the house. The house was always spotless and her company was wonderful. I loved her Spanish accent when speaking English. She was smart and beautiful as well. She looks like she could pose for a statue of an Inca Princess, tall, stately, and carries herself erectly. She is well proportioned with full, rounded breasts, a true Latin beauty.

Jimmy stopped sucking and I pulled him away from my breast. My nipple pulled out of his mouth and a little white rivulet of milk ran down my swollen breasts. Rosita took him and went into the nursery and put him down. I sat up and put my finger under my nipple. I squeezed the nipple gently with my other hand. A small amount of milk dribbled out and the wet warm milk transferred to my finger. It hung there white and gleaming. I put my finger to my lips and slid the drop to my tongue. It tasted so sweet. I milked the nipple again, letting it run to the end of my finger. I licked it off again. It was erotic to taste my own milk.

I reached for the breast pump. I hated this part. It was so cold and mechanical. I put the plastic bulb pump up to my breast and pressing it, began to suction the milk out. I had far too much milk for the baby, and if I didn’t drain it, it would make my breasts hurt and dribble out. I had nursing bras with pads inside, but I produced so much milk they couldn’t soak all of it up if I didn’t empty them, and it would make quite a mess.

Rosita came back in and watched. I emptied the pump in a jar, and then went back to pumping it again. Her beautiful dark brown eyes were glued to my puffy nipples.

“Senora, you have such lovely breasts.” She said softly.

“Thank you, Rosita. They are so full of milk, they hurt sometimes.”

“May I ask a very personal question?” Her dark eyes held mine, a lovely deep brown, so expressive.

“Certainly.” I smiled, wondering what it would be.

“I have heard that when a baby suckles, that sometimes the woman is excited by it. It feels so good, and she gets sexually excited. Is this true? ” She asked so seriously I laughed softly.

“I’m afraid so. When he feeds, my nipples get so hard, and the sucking of his mouth gets me excited. I have to make myself not touch myself below. I have heard other women say the same thing.” I said looking into her lovely dark eyes.

She smiled and watched as I finished one breast. I caught her eyes drop to my crotch from time to time. My pussy hair had begun to grow back, but the thin panties were pulled up a little, the thin material outlining my pussy lips. I imagined there might also be a wet spot there from my excitement.

“Would Senora like for me to pump the milk from the other breast?” She asked looking at my breast.

“Oh, escort bayan I can do it.” I said, and then wished I hadn’t refused.

“I would be careful. I am sure your arms must be tired, from holding little Jimmy.” She said.

He had lain on my chest, but why not? I almost wanted her hands on my breast. I was glad she had asked again. I nodded and handed her the pump. She took it and put it over my nipple and squeezed the bulb. She watched closely as the milk squirted out due to the suction and after a number of pumpings, filled the little reservoir. Her hand moved under my breast and held it steady. There was no need of that as my breast was so firm. It felt so good though, I didn’t say anything. The suction wasn’t erotic at all, but her hand was. I loved the feel on my skin. I closed my eyes and sighed.

All to quickly she finished. She took the jar of milk and the pump and went to wash it. My pussy was in fire. She had pulled the door almost closed and I slid my hand under my panties and slid a finger into my pussy and felt the slippery wetness of it. I took my wet finger and moved it upward to my clit. I groaned as I felt it’s firm head, just peeping out of its sheath. I moved my other hand down and put a finger on either the side of my clit sheath and began to rub up and down, jacking my clit off. God, it felt so good. I rolled my finger around and around over my clit head till I cried out and came. My hips shot up off the bed and with a cry I fell back on the bed spent and now very relaxed.

I saw motion to the side, and Rosita was just outside the door watching me. Her eyes were wide when she saw that I had caught her watching.

“Oh Senora, I am so sorry, I did not mean to spy. I heard you moan and thought you were in pain. My most humble apologies. I did not mean to, how do you say it – ‘peep'”. She said very seriously.

I patted the bed and she sat down beside me. “It’s perfectly all right. You were right; it does get me sexually excited. I have to make myself wait till Jimmy is through before I let myself masturbate. I don’t think it would be a good idea to masturbate while he’s in my arms.” I said stroking her brown arm. She put her hand over mine. It felt so good.

I reached over on the bedside table and picked up a jar of cream. I used it after each feeding. My nipples and breasts got chaffed and dry. I took a little and rubbed into my nipple, working it into the erect brown tip. I spread it over my areolas, then put more on my breast and smoothed it over the skin. Rosita watched. I did the other breast.

I lay back and closed my eyes and fell asleep, when I awoke she was gone. We didn’t mention my masturbation after that.

That evening Jim and I had an argument. I wanted to know why he wouldn’t make love to me. He said he didn’t know, but that the thought of sex with me turned him off. I asked if he had a mistress and he denied it. I didn’t think he did, for I knew his schedule and knew there just wasn’t time for another women. We wound up yelling and he went and slept in the guest bedroom.

The next afternoon when I took Jimmy to bed to feed him, Rosita came into the room and sat beside me. We talked quietly, and she watched as Jimmy sucked away.

” I am so sad for the Senora. I could not help but hear you and the Senior argue last night. I hope nothing is very wrong. Is there any thing that I may do for you?” She asked, her hand stroking my arm softly. Her touch felt so wonderful.

“Thank you Rosita, but he just does not want to make love to me since the baby has been born. I don’t know why.” I said enjoying her stroking warm hand.

“Yes, I have heard this is sometimes true. I am sure he will want you soon. You have such a lovely body, and such magnificent breasts. How could he not want to make love to such a beautiful wife?”

Tears came to my eyes at her concern for me. A drop rolled down my cheek and she brushed it away. She leaned over and kissed my lips very very softly. Her kiss was so tender I felt like I would melt away. I pressed back against her soft lips. She pulled back and smiled at me. Jimmy finally finished and she took him to his bed then came back rather quickly.

Without asking she took the pump and began to milk my breasts. Her hand pressed a little firmer up against my under breast. She suctioned my breast dry then moved to the other side of me. I leaned forward. She surprised me. Instead of taking the pump she put a towel under my breast and took both hands and caught my breast between them and stroked from the base to the tip. A little stream of milk ran down my breast. She looked at me with wide brown eyes, grinned impishly, and did it again.

“Does that feel good to the Senora?” She asked. I nodded. She did it again and again.

“It will come out easier this way”, I said as I took my fingers and put them behind the nipple. I squeezed and pulled outward. Several jets of milk sprayed from my nipple. One görükle escort jet hit her in the face and she jumped back a little, and then laughed. The droplet ran down and landed on her lip. Her pink tongue slid out and licked it off. She laughed delightfully.

“That tastes funny. Different from the cow’s milk. Do it again. Please?” She smiled at me. I obliged and as she leaned closer, mouth open, two jets spurted into her mouth. She laughed out loud, and a smile spread from ear to ear. I continued to pull on my nipple and my pussy became very wet. I’d never done this before. I was caught up in the spirit and laughter. We were like schoolgirls laughing. Her lips were only inched from my jutting nipple.

“May I try it, Senora?” She said smiling up at me.

I couldn’t talk I only nodded. I showed her where to place her fingers and how to pull, and how much pressure to use. Her hand and fingers felt so erotic on my breast, on my nipple, pulling. It took several tries, but in a minute or two she had mastered the touch. She laughed as milk spurted out onto her face, into her mouth, and onto her uniform. Her fingers were warm and exciting. I closed my eyes letting the feeling of her fingers on my nipple run down to my pussy. Her fingers were gentle as she pulled over and over. I felt her other hand move to lift and weigh my breast. It felt so hot against my skin. I held still, enjoying the feeling.

I felt her shift slightly and them I moaned aloud. Her lips were on my nipple. My eyes popped open and her liquid brown eyes were looking up at me. Her lips were wrapped around my nipple, and I watched as her cheeks bowed inward as she sucked. God, it felt fantastic. I felt her tongue move around over my nipple then she sucked again. I reached over and ran my hand behind her head through her shining black hair, pulling her a little harder against my swollen breast. I cried out as she sucked again and again.

I couldn’t help myself and I slid my other hand under the waistband of my panties and down to my sopping pussy. I slipped my finger into my crevice, down further till it slid into my wetness. I was drenched. I moved it up a little and touched my wet slick finger to my swollen clit.

Rosita continued to suck on my breast; her hands kneaded it, pulling forward on my breast, almost as if helping my milk flow into her mouth. My finger moved faster and faster over my turgid clit till I cried out and climaxed violently. Her lips left my breast and her lips moved to my spread gaping mouth. I felt her tongue slide over my lip and she sucked on it while her tongue played over it. I was spent and fell back on the bed. She kissed my lips for a while, and then I felt her hand move to cup and gently squeeze my pussy through my panties.

“Oh Senora, did I excite you?” I could only nod again. “I am so glad. I love the Senora. I am glad I can make you happy. I want to see you smile.” She kissed my lips again. This time her sweet tongue slid into my mouth. I could taste my milk on her tongue. Our tongues slid and gently probed. She pulled away and moved back down to my breast.

She looked up at me. “Rest Senora, and I will empty your sweet breast. I love to do this for you.” Her lips went back to my nipple and she sucked slowly and softly. It felt so wonderful. She stopped on that breast when it was empty, then moved to the other breast. It felt so wonderful to have her soft lips sucking on my nipple. The nipple became hard and erect and I felt the twinges in my pussy again. I reached down and pulled my panties down. She stopped for a moment and slid them down further. I moved my legs till she could pull them all the way off. Her hand went to my thigh and she pulled gently, indicating she wanted my thighs apart. I obliged her.

She moved around and then bent over sucking on my nipple, but this time she was situated so she could see my fingers moving in my pussy. Her hand stroked my stomach and down to my thighs. I get very excited having someone watching me masturbate, and her lips on my breast added to my excitement. I rolled my hard clit slowly, wanting to prolong the pleasure. Her hand moved to mine, and her fingers moved over mine, following their every movement. I loved it.

She moved her hand down lower and I gasped as I felt a finger slide along my wet slit, down to my vaginal center, then gently probe till it slipped up inside me. Oh God, that felt so good. I couldn’t control myself any longer and cried out as I climaxed. Her lips sucked harder and my finger was a blur as I stroked myself to a fantastic orgasm. My cries of joy filled the room as I came again and again.

I went limp, and her finger slid out of my pussy. I pushed her head gently away from my breast. “Rosita, Darling, I absolutely love your lips on my breast, but I can’t climax any more. If you suck on it any more, I’ll go crazy.”

She smiled up at me and kissed my lips softly, not trying to excite me. “Senora bursa elit escort likes Rosita to make love with her?” She smiled coyly.

“Oh yes, I absolutely love it when you make love with me,” I moaned. We both laughed. I pulled her up to me and held her close. I could feel her firm breasts under the uniform and the wetness of the cloth where my milk had wet it.

“Rosita,” I said with mock severity. Her head tilted to the side slightly, a coquettish smile on her face. “Your uniform is a disgrace. It’s wet and messy. Remove it immediately.” She slipped off the bed and slowly unbuttoned it. She let it slide off her lovely body and stepped out of it. She had on a plain white slip and I could see her white bra and panties under it. I motioned for her to take off her slip. She stood in her bra and panties.

Her body was full and lush. I motioned for her to come closer. I slid to the edge of the bed and she moved between my thighs. I pulled her against my body. My head was against her bra-clad breasts. Her bare stomach pressed against my breasts. He skin was hot and so soft. I could smell her faint perfume, and the slight odor of my milk on her skin. I reached back and found the catches to her bra and unfastened them till it fell away. I pulled back and she shrugged the straps off her shoulder. My hands pulled her bra aside and her breasts were bare and lovely, inches from my face. I leaned forward and buried my face between them. She moaned and her hands went to my head pressing it harder against her body. It felt so wonderful.

I had never thought I would actually make love to another women. I had thought about it many times, wondering what it would be like. Here I was with my head against her splendid, bare breasts. I moved my hands and cupped each full breast in my hands. I could feel her hard nipples against my palms and it felt so erotic. I squeezed her breasts gently and kissed her soft skin. Moving my mouth, I took one dark chocolate colored nipple between my lips and sucked on it. She sighed and I sucked harder feeling the nipple stretch and harden.

I ran my hand down to her hips and pulled her panties downward. She reached back and pulled them off. Her body is lovely. Her bush is black and glossy, kept trimmed close. I scooted forward and pulled her hard against me, my hands pulling her hips hard against my body. I stroked her back and lower down over her firm ass. God she was a sex goddess. I sucked on her nipple feeling it harden and become firmer. My hand slid downward to cup her pussy. It was wet against the palm of my hand. I slid a finger up inside her wet sex and she sobbed out.

“What the hell is going on here?” An enraged voice said from the door. Jim stood there, his suit coat over his arms. He usually didn’t get home till almost two hours later. Rosita turned to move away. I caught her and held her firmly. She looked down at me, her face stricken. I mouthed that it was ‘all right.’

“Well exactly what it looks like! Rosita and I were kissing and I was holding her. She’s a lovely lady and she loves me. ” I said my voice even, never raising it at all.

“Damn! Rosita, you are fired. Get out hell out of this house immediately!” Jim yelled.

“Bullshit, you may be the master here, but I’m sure as Hell the mistress, and if Rosita goes, little Jimmy and I go too.” I said evenly, my voice quiet. “You won’t make love to me. I’ve asked you over, and over, and you refuse. I’m not cheating with a man. Rosita and I haven’t made love to each other. We were hugging. But if we were making love, then it’s your fault for abandoning me – your wife – and the mother of your child. If anyone is leaving it’s you. Go to the ‘Y’ if you don’t want to stay here. I’d advise you to see Walter, your counselor buddy. Let him help you figure why you won’t make love to me. You fucked me and got me pregnant, you sure as Hell enjoyed that! Now you don’t want anything to do with me sexually just because I bore you a son. Get out – get out of this house. Now!” I said, still not raising my voice. Jim hung his head and turned and walked out.

I pulled Rosita closer to me and held her. I was trembling despite my calm tone I’d used on Jim. The mood was certainly spoiled between us. I kissed her skin, and then we separated. I realized that one breast was uncomfortably full, got the breast pump and sat pumping the milk out. There was no desire now. I finished and wiped my breasts off with a wet washrag then began to put the cream on my breasts.

“Please Senora, may I do that?” Rosita said. I looked up at her and saw tears in her eyes. I put out my arms to her and she slipped into them. We just held each other for several minutes then she soothed my nipples and breasts with the cream. I felt better after she had finished. Her soft hands stroked my breasts gently. It felt so wonderful. Her nude body was a thing of beauty, but gave me no erotic feelings now.

That evening I decided that we would eat out. We took little Jimmy with us in his car seat to a restaurant and had a splendid meal. I would have liked to have a drink or two, but didn’t because of little Jimmy breast-feeding. Rosita had a couple of drinks and we held hands under the table. She cheered me up with tales of her childhood in Mexico.

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Bus stop tale.

Authors note.

All characters are of legal age.

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I know this sounds like the start of a bad joke from the 1970’s but I met a girl at a bus stop.

We chatted as we waited for the bus to arrive and sat next to each other on the bus. She was gorgeous, long red hair, pale skin, a stunning figure and within moments I had fallen head over heels for her.

Her name was Diane and she asked me if we could meet again, I of course said yes, and we exchanged phone numbers.

We began meeting regularly always going for walks, we walked miles holding hands, whenever I put my arm around her she had a lovely habit of pushing her hand into the back pocket of my jeans, which I found a turn on. She would always dress smartly in skirts and dresses that accentuated her figure. Whenever she wore jeans, I would slip my hand into her back pocket.

“That feels so naughty, James.” She whispered to me one day.

It then became my goal to squeeze her ass as often as I could. When we could not be together, we were always chatting on WhatsApp.

Our relationship moved on slowly over many weeks to heavy petting, we would find secluded spots and let our hands wander. The first time we had a chance at anything more was in my bedroom at my parent’s house one weekend. Things started slowly with lots of kissing. She then lifted my tee shirt over my head before moving on to my jeans, I stopped her.

“Are you sure you want to do this, I don’t normally wear underwear?”

“Oh. Well why don’t you get under your duvet and strip?” She looked extremely nervous.

I did as she suggested and took off my jeans, not any easy task with an erect penis. She then drew the curtains, walked over to the light switch, and plunged the room into semi darkness. I watched as she walked over to the bed and began removing clothes then climbed into the bed. I felt her move again as she turned on my bedside lamp.

“I don’t have a very nice body and feel embarrassed about it.” She said.

“Di you have a fantastic body.” She put two fingers to my lips.

“Shhhh” she whispered.

As she moved, I caught a glimpse of her white bra and turned towards her.

“No, stay as you are, please let me do this” she firmly pushed me down on to my back “that’s if I can. I want to make love to you James, oh god I so want to make love to you but it’s the wrong time, if you know what I mean?”

I nodded and she slid alongside me, kissed me and I watched as she I slid herself on top of me.

“Is this ok?” She asked.

“More than okay, are you alright?”

“Oh yes” by now she was straddling my hips “You feel so big and hard!” She whispered smiling at me.

“It’s all because of you.” I pushed my hips up a little.

“Mmmm” she jiggled her hips a little “I wish there weren’t so much between us.” She whispered.

I put my hands on her ass and pulled her tightly against my hard cock. The feeling of her soft knickers against it made me push up again. I slid my hands under the elastic waistband and on to her warm, soft ass cheeks before pushing her against my cock again.

“I’ve never done anything like this before.” She confessed.

“Neither have I.” I replied

She bent and kissed me.

“Now don’t move.”

Di started to grind against my cock. As she settled into a rhythm, I pulled my right hand out of her panties and started to run my fingers along her back stopping at her bra strap before slowly sliding back down. She was steadily grinding down against my rock-hard cock then began to speed up. My hands reached her bra for the second time and I could not resist undoing it.

“Naughty!” She whispered.

She let her bra slide down her arms until it rested on my chest.

“Oh my god!” I whispered.

As I spoke, she froze. Her breasts were fantastic. Her pale skin seemed to glow, her right breast was larger than her left, even the nipple was larger.

Both nipples were pink and hard, and I so wanted to suck them.

“I knew you’d hate them.” She said jumping off me and the bed.

“I didn’t say that!” I swung my legs off the bed.

Diane was grabbing her clothes.

“Di please stop” I grabbed her arm “I don’t hate your boobs, I think they are fantastic!”

She stopped and looked at me. The light reflected off the tears on her face.

“You’re only saying that because they are odd!” She mumbled.

“Why on earth would I say that?” I asked her.

“I don’t know!” She replied looking confused.

“Diane listen to me, I don’t hate your boob, I love them. I know there are guys out there that love big boobs and guys that love little boobs. I don’t care what size they are” I reached over and wiped some of her tears away “it’s not the size, shape or colour that counts to me, it’s who’s they are and as far as I am concerned you are beautiful and absolutely perfect.”

She looked down at her boobs.

“I hate them, always have, ever since they started to grow.” She said quietly.

“I love bursa escort bayan them, they are perfect” She looked up at me “I hate my penis, the head is too long in fact the whole sodding thing is too big, fat and ugly!”

She suddenly realised that I was naked and looked down at my cock.

“Oh!” she looked a little surprised “Wow!…..I have only ever seen photos and my little brother Tony’s” she stepped back and looked at me “it’s nice, well it’s not nice it’s great, well I mean it” she seemed to be stumbling over her words “it’s beautiful.” She finished softly.

As she stood back, I let my eyes drink in the sight of her. Long red hair framing her thin face, in the light her pale skin seemed to glow which accentuated her pink nipples. She would have looked perfect but for her knickers which were large and plain passion killers.

“Listen, I’ll make a deal with you, if you don’t complain about your gorgeous boobs I won’t complain about that ugly thing” I pointed down to my rapidly shrinking cock” ok?”

Di looked down at my cock again.

“It’s not ugly!” She exclaimed.

“Is that a deal?” I asked her.

“Okay” She put her arms around me, and I pulled her close savouring the feeling of her cool breasts pressing into me “I’m sorry James but I have gone off what we were doing.”

“That’s okay sweetheart, let’s get dressed.” I replied.

I sat on the bed to put my jeans back on pausing to watch her get dressed. It may sound strange but watching her was a turn on. She put her bra on the wrong way around, did the clasp up in front of herself and spun it the right way round before slipping the cups over her tits and her arms through the straps, every now and then she would flick her hair back. She looked up to see me smiling.

“What?” She asked.

“I’m admiring the view.” I replied.

She faced me.

“I see what you mean, the view from here is great, I can’t wait for the next time.”

“You have a open ticket to a private viewing any time you want.” I said.

“I hope so and it better not be a one-off ticket!” She smiled at me.

We finished dressing and went for a walk. I wanted to be alone with her, to finish what we started but I realised that was not going to happen.

“Do you really think I have great….” Di asked me leaving out the all-important word.

“Great as in the single or plural?” I replied.

“You know what I mean.” She squeezed my arm.

“You have a great body and as for your boobs, I love them and I’m missing them already!” I gripped her ass cheek from inside her pocket.

She did not reply to that. As we got close to her home we stopped.

“I hope you mean what you say.”

“I do, I really do mean it.” I kissed her and we parted.

I was desperate to get home and relieve my aching dick. The only problem I had was by the time I got home my parents were there.

“Oh well tonight in bed would be the best time.” I thought to myself.

The evening dragged and at 10pm I made my way to bed. I was a little worried that Di had not rung or texted. I stripped off and got in bed with my phone in hand ready to look at some porn when WhatsApp pinged.

“R u there?” Di sent.

“I am now.” I replied.

There was a slight pause.

“Video call me.”

I made the call and after a few seconds Di appeared on the screen, she was in her bed with the quilt up to her neck.

“I want to see you.” She whispered.

“Wait” I replied and plugged in my ear buds.

“When, tomorrow?” I whispered back.

“No now!”

“Where?” I asked.

“Sometimes you can be so slow, as you are!” She hissed.

“Oh!” I giggled

I gently pulled down the quilt to the top of my stomach.

“Tease” She started to pull her quilt down exposing most of her tits. “You like?”

The top of her left nipple was exposed.

“I don’t like, I absolutely love.” I replied.

She giggled girlishly before exposing her left breast.

“I’m only showing you my top half, I don’t want you to see me during my period.”

I lowered my quilt as far as I could just showing all my stomach.

“Aren’t you going lower.?” She asked.

“Hang on.” I switched camera so I was showing the view along my body and as I fully exposed myself she sucked in her breath.

“James! How can you call that ugly?” She whispered.

“I don’t anymore thanks to you.” I replied.

“Good. I. Have to admit that it looks so much better in the flesh” she pulled the quilt all the way down “here you go.”

“Wow!” I whispered.

Her pale skin, red hair and pink nipples sent a surge through me.

“I wish I was there!” I whispered.

“I wish you were here as well.” She replied.

She suddenly looked up and pulled her quilt up. The screen went dark, but I could hear a muffled conversation.

“I’m just listening to music mum!”

She then cut off the connection. I waited just in case she came back on until I got a text.

“My bursa bayan escort mum came in. See more of u soon xx.”

Disappointed I settled down to sleep.

This began to be a regular pattern for the next couple of weeks. After I finished work I would get a text from Di telling me she could not met that evening, always giving me different excuses but mostly due to exam work. It was becoming frustrating, the weekend especially, seeing her on screen but unable to touch her was maddening.

Towards the end of the third week I received a long email from Diane ending our relationship because her mother wanted her to finish college and become a teacher. It left me feeling empty and angry. I gathered the few gifts Diane had given me and that Saturday morning I went to her home. I rang the doorbell and her mother answered.

“Yes?”

“Would you give these to Diane please, if she is going to end our relationship could you tell her I want no reminders of her.” I handed her the carrier bag.

“I knew it! I want you to stay away from my daughter……”

“Oh don’t worry she’s told me what you want but have you asked Diane what she wants to do with her life or isn’t she allowed to have a mind of her own or any sort of happiness?” I interrupted her before walking away.

She shouted some obscenities at me which I ignored, it was obvious that she was a domineering, controlling bitch and equally obvious that Diane could not do a thing without mummy knowing every little thing.

That was the end of that I thought.

When I got home I blocked Di’s telephone number and fell into misery. For the next 4 weeks I stumbled through life hoping things would improve but life thought otherwise.

I enjoyed my job as a delivery driver and had asked for longer distance drives and I was told it would be considered. However one afternoon the workforce was called into the staff canteen where we were told that due to this downturn and that increase blah, blah, blah we were all getting laid off effective immediately but would be paid for a lay off period and receive full redundancy pay.

The strangest part was leaving the company van behind. I suddenly realised I now had to use public transport to get home for the first time in months.

I had never felt so depressed, empty, and lonely.

At home I explained things to my parents who were understanding and I told them that I would start job hunting the next day.

Early the following morning I set off for the job centre to book an appointment and began looking at the job cards that were on display.

“Hello James.” I spun around to face Di.

“Hi.” I was a little shocked to see her there.

“Ermm, can we talk?”

My emotions exploded in conflict, angry, happy, depressed but mostly pissed off that she was seeing me looking for a job.

“Why do you want to talk?”

“Well…” she looked around “I erm.”

“It was made clear to me what was wanted and it wasn’t me.” I made to push past and leave the building but she grabbed my arm.

“Please James, wait!”

“Why?” I was angry again.

“I need to explain!”

I looked around and noticed that people were watching us intently.

“Not here” I started to walk towards the exit “what are you doing here anyway?”

We left and walked to some benches in a small park. It was the first chance I had to look at her, she looked haggard, dark circles around her eyes which were dull and bloodshot as if she had not slept for days. She explained why she had ended the relationship, it was because her mother had forced her. Diane had missed out on her teacher training course because two of her exam grades were not good enough and since then her mother had since made her life a living hell.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” I replied.

“Why were you in there?” She kept moving her hands restlessly on her lap.

I explained the situation and she looked genuinely upset.

“So, in all I have had a wonderful few week, getting dumped is becoming my new hobby, it’s probably the only thing I’m good at!” I said vehemently.

She grabbed my hands.

“Please don’t say that” she squeezed my hands “Oh God I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to stop seeing you, I cried for two days.” I tried my best to disbelieve her but found I could not “I hate myself and I wish I could make it up to you but obviously it’s far too late for that.”

Tears were rolling down her cheeks. She was gripping my hands tightly.

“I honestly thought we had something special Diane, I wanted to plan a future with you, spend my life with you.” I pulled my hands away.

I was torn, I wanted to walk away from her, away from the pain of seeing her again, but she sobbed loudly before I could move. Her whole body jerked when she did. I reached out and brushed away some of her tears then I lifted her face to look at her. She looked thoroughly miserable.

“I’m so sorry James” she managed between sobs “I didn’t want to hurt bursa merkez escort you, I love you so much and I have ruined everything!”

Before I could reply she stood and ran away through the park, I was so surprised that all I could do was sit and watch her go. My mind was still in turmoil as I tried to sort my emotions, the words “I love you so much” were ringing in my ears.

I suddenly realised that I had been sitting on the bench for over an hour after she had left. I decided to go back to the job centre. Finding 3 jobs I applied for all of them and was told that they would be in touch. My mind was elsewhere and before I knew it, I was back home and making myself some lunch. As I finished the doorbell rang, it was Diane.

“Wha…..” was all I said before her arms were around me.

“I’m so sorry, I love you so much I can’t go on like this!” Diane said.

I hugged her close and she began sobbing, the feeling of her pressed against me melted all the feelings of anger and rejection away. I pulled her gently into the house.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry for the way I spoke to you.” I said softly.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, all of this is my fault ” Di looked up at me “I should have listened to myself and not my mother.”

“It’s ok now.” I kissed her gently.

“No, it’s not okay, I hurt you and hate myself for doing so” she tried to pull away from me but I held on to her “my mother is never going to let us be together!”

“We will find a way to be together, I know we will” I looked at her “I love you.” I released her and was about to walk into the lounge.

“James, I am so tired all I want to do is fall asleep with you holding me” she glanced at the stairs “please?”

I took her hand and led her to my bedroom. After closing the curtains and pulling the duvet down I turned around to see Diane undressing. She had pulled her jeans off and moved to the bed. It felt as if my breath had been knocked out of me. I tried my best not to hurry, knowing Di was watching. I was wearing briefs that day and as I pulled my jeans down, they came away with them, so I began to pull them back up.

“Please leave them off.” She asked in a quiet voice.

I walked towards the bed and lay next to her.

“Get comfortable, let me hold you so you can sleep.” I whispered.

“Did you say you love?” She asked.

“I did and I do.” She kissed her gently.

She turned over and soon we were spooning, she pushed her ass against me, and I buried my face in her hair.

“Thank you” She mumbled “I’m sorry.”

She fell asleep in seconds. I had hopes of sex, but I realised that pressing my hard cock against her warm pantie clad ass was all I was going to get. I woke up when the sound of the front door closing announced that my parents were home, Diane had not moved and was still deeply asleep. Moving carefully and slowly I got out of bed, dressed, and went to tell them what was going on.

“It’s your decision James, but her mother will never let her be free, she will never let the girl have her own life.” My mother said a hint of anger in her voice.

“She has dumped you once and she will do it again, leave well alone son” both my mother and I looked at my dad “not what you want to hear, but it will happen!”

The conversation went back and forth, my mother trying to be encouraging and my father discouraging. This went on for nearly an hour before my mother told us she was going to start cooking dinner.

“If Diane is awake see if she wants to eat with us.” She left for the kitchen.

I did not want to listen to my father offering me any more negative advice, so I went back to my room. I entered quietly and was struck by the strange thought that there was a woman asleep in my bed. I stood watching Diane for a while before I approached the bed. As I did Di began to wake up.

“Hi, how do you feel?” I knelt by the bed.

“Better for seeing you” We kissed briefly. “When did you get out of bed?”

I told her and we chatted for a while, filling in the gap in our lives before I told her about my mums offer, Diane asked if she could eat in my room. Later after we had eaten and she had dressed I asked if she would like to go for a drink and she accepted. We walked to the quietest pub I knew. Diane was drinking pineapple juice. After she had drunk a couple, I slipped a vodka into the next two of her drinks which she did not seem to notice and soon she became a completely different person, flirty and dirty!

As we walked towards her home, I suggested we run away so that we could be together and she agreed. The only place that I could take her to was my sisters who lived in a small town over 70 miles away, later that night we boarded the last train there.

As we sat on the train, she kept telling me she loved me, would always love me, and could not wait to get me alone. I thought that I had overdone the Vodka. When we arrived at our destination it was a short walk from the station to my sister’s house.

My sister Jane, I know our parents were not very imaginative with names, lived alone with her two children, Adrian and Marie, her husband Neil had left her a couple of years before. I felt guilty knocking the door so late, but Jane answered and greeted us warmly letting us in. I explained to her what had happened and why we were there.

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Mistress Anna and her little slut Suzy were on a cruise around the Caribbean Sea. Their cabin was sumptuous and large, with wonderful furnishings. It was the very height of grand luxury.

One morning, as the sun was just streaming through the curtains, Suzy was awoken by Anna giving her a gentle kiss and saying, “Good morning little one. I’ve arranged a special surprise for you today, so pack a bag with enough for overnight and we’ll head up to the top deck.”

Suzy blinked her beautiful brown eyes slowly and looked up at her Mistress, curiosity as always getting the better of her. She sat up in bed, letting the covers drop away to reveal her breasts and excitedly clapped her hands and said, “Oo! Mistress! What is it? Where are we going? Are we spending the night in a posh hotel? Are we? Are we?”

Anna laughed at her little one, “I’m not going to spoil your surprise little slut. Just pack, and make sure you have things for the beach and things for the evening.”

Suzy put on a pretend pout but then smiled, “So, do I pack something to wear at a fancy restaurant?”

“No, little one. Just something to wear in bed and something for the beach.”

“But, but… I never wear anything in bed in this heat. You know that Mistress.”

Anna put a mysterious smile on her face and gently kissed Suzy’s nose and said, “Then you won’t need to pack much, will you, little one?” Anna pointed to her own small case already by the cabin door, “That’s all I’m packing.”

Suzy noticed that her Mistress was dressed in a plain orange sun dress that came to just above the knee, and said, “So I should dress for the beach from the start?”

“Yes, little one. For the beach.”

Suzy hurriedly packed her bag with a couple of bikinis and dressed in a short yellow summer dress.

When she was finally ready, she grabbed Anna’s hand and excitedly said, “Can we go now Mistress? Please?”

Anna and Suzy were lovers, obviously, but these were roles they felt comfortable with and enjoyed. The age difference, Anna was forty and Suzy was twenty four, made it work well for the both of them. When they were out in public people just assumed they were mother and daughter, although Anna would have had to have been a teen mother for that to be true.

They headed up to the top deck, Anna leading and holding Suzy’s hand as they went up the stairs, and there they were met by two men in uniform who greeted them and said to Anna, “We’re almost ready, Madam. If you watch from the port side you’ll see as we approach. If you give me your bags I’ll make sure they’re stowed safely for the trip.”

Suzy hurried over to the side of the ship and took in the view over the azure sea. There she could see an island, with a beautiful white beach and palm trees along the shore line. At the distance they were, around one kilometer, she couldn’t make out too many more details. She turned to Anna, “We’re going to that Island?”

Anna smiled, “Yes, little one. We are.”

“And staying in a posh hotel? You told me I didn’t need a nice frock for dinner.”

“Just wait and see, little one.”

Finally the ship stopped and Suzy was all excited as they were helped to step into a motor-boat that was suspended on ropes, then joined by the two men. They were then lowered into the sea, the ropes were released and they sped towards the island, Anna and Suzy sitting in the back, and Suzy making “Wheee,” noises as they approached the beach.

They came to a small jetty that led to the beach and they were helped out by the men offering a hand and Suzy took in the sight before her.

There was a large beach house set back from the shore, with a small patio and a huge double sun lounger on the patio at the front.

She looked at Anna, a little puzzled, but also excited, “We’re staying here?”

Anna laughed, “Yes, little one. For all of today, tonight, and most of tomorrow, this whole island is ours.”

Suzy squealed with delight and clapped her hands, jumping up and down then hugging her Mistress, “Oh thank you! This is wonderful!”

Anna laughed and, inwardly pleased, said, “I’m so glad you love the idea.”

“Oh, I do! I do! Can we make sandcastles? Can we go swimming?”

“All of those things. Whatever you want, little one.”

They kissed and as it turned a little more passionate they heard a cough. When they broke apart they saw one of the men who had brought them here holding a huge whicker hamper.

He blushed a little, clearly confused at the open display of affection, but said, “Your supplies, Madam,” he looked at Suzy, “and Miss. Everything you need is in here, and we’ll be back late tomorrow afternoon. If you get into any problems, there’s a radio in there tuned to a channel we monitor, so all you need to do is call and we’ll be with you as quickly as possible. Now, if you’re okay with it, I’ll put the hamper in your house and we’ll be off.”

Twenty minutes later Anna and Suzy were alone, standing on the beach and watching as the cruise liner bursa escort sailed away.

They faced each other and without a word, embraced and kissed deeply and passionately. Suzy could feel stirrings in what they both called her ‘slut parts’, as well as feeling Anna’s and her breasts squishing together, feeling her Mistress’s erect nipples pushing into her and making her own respond in kind.

When they finally broke apart, Anna said, “Now, little one, before anything else, we need to get our bags into the house, have a look around, and unpack.”

Happily, Suzy picked up her bag, and they both headed to the beautiful wood framed house. When they got in, they let their eyes adapt to the dark and Suzy gasped as they walked around and she saw the marble tiled floor, the kitchen, a small lounge and then through to a bedroom with an enormous double bed and an en-suite bathroom.

Suzy bounced on the bed and said, “Oo! I want to go to bed, Mistress. Now. Please?”

“As much as I would like to, little one, I need to unpack and sort out the hamper. Why don’t you put on a bikini and go out and sunbathe while I get everything put away?”

Suzy frowned, “But… but… we’re on an island. Our island. Why do I have to wear anything?”

Anna thought about this, and realised she was right. She smiled at her beautiful slut and said, “Perfect. We’ll both get undressed and be naked all the time we’re here.”

Suzy didn’t waste a second removing her clothes and then helping her Mistress disrobe.

When they were both naked they kissed once again and Anna gently smacked Suzy’s bottom and said, “Go outside and sunbathe little one. Make sure you put suncream on, I’ll make sure it’s the first thing I bring out to you.”

Suzy gave her lover a peck on the cheek and walked out, wiggling her hips seductively as she did so. As she watched, Anna couldn’t contain a little sigh of pleasure, looking at her beautiful girlfriend and, not for the first time, falling in love with her all over again.

Anna started the unpacking and, when she came across the sunscreen, picked it up and made her way out to the patio where she was presented with an image both erotic and shocking. Suzy was lying on the giant sun lounger, on her back, her eyes covered by her sunglasses, her legs apart, knees up with her feet flat on the material of the lounger and she was masturbating. Anna could hear the short breaths and slightly squishy sounds of her lover. She watched soundlessly as Suzy stroked her fingers rapidly over her clitoris. While the sight certainly turned her on, she was also a little miffed that Suzy was making love with herself, rather than waiting for her Mistress to join her.

Anna watched and felt her own stirrings and couldn’t help but start to touch herself, but then she got a grip on herself.

“What are you doing you little cunt?” She said, a little harshly.

Suzy suddenly stopped and sat up, obviously a little dizzy and light headed. She said in a worried voice, “Mistress?”

“How dare you, you little bitch. I’ve brought you here, on this lovely holiday and the first person you want to make love with is yourself?”

Suzy knew this was more of a game than a reality, but she was still a little worried she might have really done something wrong this time.

“I’m sorry Mistress. I couldn’t help myself. I was out here and, it was so warm, and I did say I wanted to go to bed when we…”

Anna stepped forward, “Don’t you dare use that as an excuse, young lady. Now, I think we know what has to happen now, don’t we?”

Suzy gulped, “Yes Mistress Anna.”

Anna sat down on the sun lounger and said, in a slightly softer, but still stern voice, “Over my knees. Now.”

Obediently, Suzy lay face down across Anna’s knees and put her bottom up in the air.

She suddenly felt a sharp spank on her bottom, and then heard Anna say, “Now, we are going to have a rule. You will only pleasure yourself if I say I want you to. Is that understood?”

Suzy felt the sting still spreading through her cheeks, but managed to say, “Yes, Mistress. I understand. And I’m sorry.”

When she heard these words, Anna said, “Get on the lounger face down, little one.”

Not sure what to expect, Suzy did as she was told. She got on the lounger, face down, wondering if she was going to get a much more painful spanking, but she should have known her Mistress better. The next thing she felt was gentle massaging from Anna’s hands, and then soft kisses on the sore parts.

Suzy sighed as she felt the sting change into a heat between her legs. She then gasped as Anna squeezed the cool sunscreen onto her warm back.

“We have to make sure our tan lines are well protected, or we’ll get sunburn, and we don’t want that, do we little one?”

Suzy sighed with pleasure as Anna worked the cream into first her arms, then upper and lower back. Finally she felt Anna squeeze more of the cool liquid onto her bottom and let out a low moan as she felt her lover’s hands smooth over her. Suzy opened her legs a little and she felt fingers stroking down between her cheeks and bursa ucuz escort over her secret entrance and then down and over her inner thighs.

Suzy was on fire and wanted Anna to touch her, but knew that she shouldn’t push things, so just luxuriated in the loving attention she was getting.

Anna finished off by covering the back of Suzy’s legs. She then smacked her bottom playfully and said, “Okay, little one, now time for your front. Turn over.”

Suzy gladly turned over and luxuriated in the gaze of her lover and the warmth of the sun on her bare skin. She felt her nipples crinkle and she melted as Anna lent down and placed a soft kiss on her lips, brushing her shoulder length, straight brunette hair away from her face with such tenderness. Suzy returned the kiss with fervour and adored the soft feeling of love that went between them.

The kiss managed to send urgent signals down to Suzy’s ‘slut parts’ and her need grew even more. As Anna broke away from the kiss, Suzy whispered, “I want to cum for you Mistress. Please can I cum for you?”

Anna placed a finger on Suzy’s lips and said, “Hush little slut. Not yet. Not until Mistress says so. Certainly not until I have finished putting your sunscreen on, and you have made sure I’m all covered as well.”

“Okay Mistress. You always know best.”

Anna sat back up and squeezed out the cream onto Suzy’s breasts, the coolness making her nipples even harder. Anna spent quite a long time massaging it in and making sure her lover was fully protected but not ignoring her nipples, which she caressed and squeezed, almost certainly more than was strictly necessary, which only served to make Suzy squirm with lust and desire, feeling her juices flowing freely between her legs.

Anna then spread the cream over Suzy’s belly, which made her giggle, “That tickles, Mistress!” She said.

Anna merely smiled and carried on and, to Suzy’s disappointment, Anna next moved to her legs, passing over her mound without touching it, making her shudder with urgent desire.

“But Mistress, surely I need my slut parts protected? You wouldn’t want me to get sunburn…”

Anna interrupted, saying, “All in good time little one, all in good time.”

Once Anna had protected Suzy’s legs, she started moving up her inner thigh with soft strokes, edging nearer to Suzy’s pussy. Suzy opened her legs to allow easier access, and Anna looked and said, “Hmm. I can see that my little one is very excited. I love your puffy cunt lips, your clit poking her nose out and how wet you are.”

“Yes, Mistress! See, I need to cum. It’s very important. I read it somewhere. Famous scientists have proven it.”

Anna laughed, “Shush little slut. Don’t make me tell you again,” and with that Suzy felt her lover’s fingers start to spread the sunscreen over her mound, down over the outside of her lips and it was all Suzy could do to stop herself from grabbing her Mistress’s hands and making her give her the orgasm she now so desperately craved.

She was therefore even more frustrated when Anna stopped and said, “My turn, little slut. Now you have to make sure your Mistress is protected.”

Suzy squealed in frustration, “Mistress, you are so cruel! I want to cum for you. Please?”

Anna frowned, and merely said, “I told you. When we are both protected. You wouldn’t want your Mistress to get sunburn, would you?”

Pouting, but knowing this was all part of their wonderful game, Suzy said, “I know Mistress. I’m sorry.”

Anna leaned down and kissed Suzy again, a brief, soft kiss, her long red hair draping around Suzy’s face, and said, “There is no need to be sorry, my little slut. Just be patient. Now sit up and let your Mistress lie down.”

Suzy sat up and Anna replaced her, lying face down, and Suzy started as Anna had, with her arms and back then down over her bottom. She heard Anna sigh as her finger ran down between her cheeks and over her little hole, and then Suzy wondered if she could be really cheeky. She let her hand go down and slide between Anna’s lips. Feeling how wet she was, she knew that her Mistress was as turned on by this whole experience as she herself was and so she let her fingers glide down between her lips until she found Anna’s clit. It was very hard, and very wet, and Anna said nothing while Suzy played her fingers over it, but she did lift her bottom up a little to give better access.

Suzy continued stroking and squeezing Anna’s centre and then used her other hand to slide two fingers inside her. Anna moaned and said, “Oh god, slut. Yes. Yes.”

Suzy thought to herself, ‘Should I be mean to Mistress and stop as well? Or maybe if I give her an orgasm, she will let me have mine?’

She decided to carry on. What she was doing was, if possible, making her even more turned on. She continued flicking Anna’s clit with her fingers and sliding her fingers in to find Anna’s g-spot, circling the little pad in time with the rhythms on the outside. Suddenly Anna started crying out, “Oh god slut. Fuck me. Fuck me. Make me cum you whore. Fuuuuuuccckkk!”

Anna started bursa elit escort writhing, Suzy felt a small gush of her juices over her fingers, yet Suzy didn’t stop, and that seemed to push Mistress Anna into another, and then another body shattering series of orgasms.

At last Mistress collapsed back down on the sun-bed, and Suzy slid her fingers out and brought them up to her lips, tasting the familiar and delightful flavour of her juices.

She sat and watched as her Mistress turned over and said, “That was wonderful, little one. Thank you.”

Suzy merely leaned forward and, letting her own hair hide them, kissed Anna softly. ‘Now,’ she thought to herself, ‘I will get my orgasm.’

As if reading her mind, Anna said, “Not yet, my adorable little slut. You have to finish my front, remember?”

Without complaining, Suzy squeezed out more sunscreen over Anna’s breasts and massaged it in, making sure the whole whiter area of her tan lines was covered, and then she went down and used her fingers to massage some into Anna’s bald mound, over her lips, just as had been done to her. Anna was still excited and wet, but Suzy decided that she would tease her just a little, like she had been so mercilessly teased so far.

She finished by applying cream to Anna’s legs, and then stopped.

“All done!” Suzy said.

Anna smiled and sat up. With a wicked grin on her face, she said, “Well, I suppose I had better get on with unpacking and…”

“Grrrr!” Suzy growled, “No, you can’t do that. You mustn’t. You promised!”

Anna laughed softly and pushed Suzy gently back onto the sun lounger. With an anticipation she gloried in, Suzy watched mesmerised as Anna spread her legs and then started planting kisses from her mouth, down over her breasts and, finally, over her mound. She felt her engorged clit being taken into Anna’s mouth, and then Anna sucked softly and started flicking her tongue slowly backwards and forwards. Suzy was almost ready, but Anna read the signs and stopped flicking momentarily, and Suzy felt the feeling flood further through her. Then she was aware of fingers sliding into her, opening her and finding her g-spot. Once there, Anna again stopped moving.

The next thing Suzy felt sent another surge of pleasure through her. Anna placed a finger at her little hole and, soaked in Suzy’s own juices, slid a finger in there as well, slowly sliding all the way in. She felt filled, loved and was amazed she could feel this turned on without having actually cum yet.

Then Anna started her movements again. Sucking gently, her tongue flicking, her fingers stroking Suzy’s g-spot, her other finger buried deep inside her back hole. This was more than enough. Screaming out meaninglessly, Suzy’s orgasm hit her and hit her hard. She felt it move from all her pleasure centres and out down her legs, up through her body, her breasts, her arms, her fingers, her neck and seemingly out of the top of her head. She practically lost consciousness as the orgasm racked her body in wave after wave of pleasure.

When she finally came down to earth, she was still a little disconnected, and only realised what was going on when Anna kissed her and she tasted herself on her Mistress’s lips. She opened her eyes and saw that Anna’s mouth and chin were covered completely with her juices.

Anna pulled back and said, “Now that was quite an orgasm, little one. It’s a very good job this sun bed is water proof.”

Suzy blushed, “Was it really that bad Mistress?”

“Bad? No, little cum slut. I think I know you well enough to know how much you gush, and I love it. It’s never bad.”

Suzy lazily wrapped her arms around Anna’s neck and pulled her down into a languorous kiss.

“I love you, Mistress.”

“I love you too, my adorable whore.”

They lay together, kissing and stroking each other for ages before Anna said, “Now I really should go and unpack.”

She sat up, let herself steady, and was about to stand up when she felt Suzy’s hand hold her wrist. She looked around and Suzy said, “Can I be kitty today, Mistress? Or have I been too naughty?”

Anna smiled at her beautiful lover, “You can always be kitty for me, little one. I’ll go and get your kitty bits.”

With that she stood and went into the house, re-emerging a few minutes later with her special bag and placing it down beside Suzy and once again sitting next to her.

Anna picked up Suzy’s kitty collar, and placed it gently around her lover’s throat, securing it so that the little tag saying “Mistress Anna’s Special Kitty” was at the front. She gave Suzy a soft kiss and said, “Tail or ears next, little one?”

Suzy answered by turning over and pushing her bottom up, “I want my tail, Mistress. I love having my tail in.”

Anna smiled and picked up the fluffy kitty tail, along with the tube of lubricant. She covered the tail’s butt plug with lubricant, and then she stroked Suzy’s bottom gently and parted her legs, exposing her beautiful little asshole, squeezing the cool liquid over the entrance and smoothing it gently with her finger before pushing gently and sliding into her, stopping when she felt resistance and waiting until Suzy relaxed and then pushing more. Suzy had worn her tail often enough that this process didn’t take anywhere near as long as it had at the beginning, but Anna always wanted to make sure she didn’t hurt her lover, so still took it slowly.

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Daddy had been using me as his fucktoy for weeks now. He’d made sure anyone else who wanted to play with me got a chance too. It had been a very busy time for me, learning to ride and suck so much cock, but I knew better than to argue with the rules Daddy had given me and my stepmom about our behavior. We were both now his cumsluts, and were not allowed clothes to wear unless he said so. I was forbidden to take birth control, or have a man use a condom while fucking me. And we fucked who ever Daddy said, whenever he said so. Last week he took me to Home Depot and had me suck off the manager so he could get a discount on some lumber he was buying.

When he called me down into the basement rec room, I hurried to him not wanting him upset for waiting. There was a daybed set up to one side of the room, with a frame that went around three sides and Daddy was standing near it holding some ropes.

“Get on your knees and crawl over here, Bethie. Suck Daddy’s cock for a while” he told me. I got down and slowly crawled to him, then took him in my mouth. His cock was soon stretching my jaw wide as he used my hair to move my head up and down as he please. Before I could make him cum, he released me and stepped back. “Sit on the edge of the bed, spread your knees and lay back.”

I did as he requested, which left my pussy open and my ass starting to hang off the edge of the bed. Daddy picked up a piece of the rope and wrapped one end around my thigh above my knee a few times then tied it off. The other end he ran through the bedframe, pulling so my knee was up and pulled out to the side. Once he had done the same to my other leg, I must have looked obscene. My pussy was spread wide and already starting to show wetness from my arousal.

“We’re playing a game today, slut. I can see you getting wet already, so I know your excited” he tells me, using one hand to gently rub the lips of my sex. “The game is called “Breeding Bethie” and the other players should be here any second. Grandpa, and both your uncles volunteered to play. You’ll be a good girl while we play, or Daddy will have to get his belt, is that clear?”

“Yes, Daddy” I whimper as he pushes two fingers inside me and starts to move them in and out of me slowly.

“Good. Now the rules of the game are pretty simple. Everyone draws a card, high card gets to ride this hot little cunt bareback and fill it up with a fresh load of sperm. If you cum more than once, they can draw again and try to give you another load” he explains to me.

“Of course, if they draw and ace,” Daddy says as he pulls his fingers out of my cunt “that means they can fuck your tight little asshole” and pushes his wet fingers roughly into my back hole making me whimper.

Right on time I hear our doorbell ring and my stepmother go to answer it. Soon two of my uncles, Chris and JP, were coming downstairs bursa sınırsız escort followed by Earl my grandfather. My stepmother wasn’t with them, so I guess Daddy told her to stay upstairs.

“Looks good, son” Grandpa says when he sees my open pussy already shiny with juices. The men all quickly strip off their clothes while Daddy goes to get a card deck. When he gets back I see him hand the others a small orange bottle and they each take a small pill, then the game begins.

All four men draw cards and show them at the same time, but I can’t see them from where I’m restrained. I know the winner quickly though as Chris chuckles and started rubbing his cock as he walks over to me.

“Rub your clit little slut, show Uncle Chris how naughty that pussy is” he tells me. When I reach down and start to rub my clit it swells and I closed my eyes, starting to pant from how good it feels. Soon I felt the head of his erection starting to push into my pussy stretching me open. I was so wet he slid in easily and began to fuck me with hard deep strokes of his cock.

When I started to moan, he pushed my fingers away and began rubbing my clit harshly himself before finally pinching it sharply. It hurt but also made me cum, screaming out loudly from the sensations. He kept up his pace, fucking me as my cunt was spasming around him, till finally he pressed deep into me and grunted as he started to cum. I could feel it, hot and wet, filling my pussy and dripping out with my own cum when he pulled out.

“Damn, only got her off once. Guess I’m out, fellas. Time to see what Tonya’s doing upstairs” he said. Uncle Chris pulled his jeans on, then headed up the steps probably to go a second round with my stepmom.

Daddy, JP and Grandpa had watched every second, and their hard cocks showed me how much they had enjoyed it. Without saying anything to me, they got the cards out and drew again. This time it was my grandfather who came forward. He wasted no time, lining his erection up with my entrance and pushing it quickly. Once he had buried his dick in me, he gestured to my uncle for something which ended up being a small vibrator. As he fucked me slowly, he rub the vibe in circles around my clit.

It was driving me crazy feel all the vibrations near my engorged nub, but never on it. I couldn’t hold back very long and started cumming hard. When he felt the quivers in my pussy starting to slow down, Grandpa moved the vibe directly onto my clit. I started moaning desperately and came again, my cunt started to clench hard on the cock inside.

After that, Grandpa set the toy aside, stop caring if I was enjoying myself and started fucking me so hard he was knocking the air out of me with every thrust. His dick throbbed inside me before I felt his cum spurting into my. After he gave a few more thrust to make sure his whole load ended up in me, Grandpa grabbed my face. “Say bursa üniversiteli escort thank you, bitch” he demanded.

“Thanks” I murmured quietly, still reeling from the three orgasms in less than twenty minutes. That apparently wasn’t good enough though, because he gave me a light slap on the face and told me to try again with some respect. As enthusiastically as I could I replied “Yes, Grandpa. Thank you, sir for fucking me and making me cum twice. Thank you, Grandpa.”

He pulled his cock out, causing more cum to start leaking from inside me. Because he had made me cum more than once, Grandpa would be allowed to draw again. As I lay there dazed, once again the three men draw cards from the deck. This time Daddy laughs loudly and walks over to show me his ace.

“Guess Daddy won’t get a chance to breed you this time slut. Just get to bust a nut in that tight butt” he tells me. He picks up a bottle of lube and rubs some onto his dick, making it nice and slippery. Then he pushes the head into my pussy and gets it wet with all the cum inside me, before pressing firmly against my ass. He hadn’t played with my ass much, so it was still tight and unused to having a cock in it. Daddy didn’t care though, he just kept pushing as I whimpered and moaned at the feeling of being split in two by his thick member.

When he had finally got his cock completely in me, Daddy took both my tits in his hands squeezing them tight to hold me still as he pulled out an inch then pushed back in with a small thrust. I couldn’t hold back the small yelp of pain, which made him laugh and repeat the motion a few times a bit harder. Then he handed me the vibrator.

“Rub it on your clit, I want you to make yourself cum” he tells me. I turn it on low and begin circling my poor clit. Daddy began to slide slowly out of my ass. He left the head of his erection in my hole and poured a bit more lube along his length, then wrapped his hands around my thighs and shoved back into me roughly. He didn’t stop, and I was starting to enjoy the vibrations on my clit even though my tight little ass was being pounded. “Put it on high, Bethie. You better cum before Daddy does little girl, or your pussy gets a spanking before bedtime tonight.”

Images of his belt slapping against the bare lips of my cunt flashed in my mind making me moan helplessly. I turned the vibe up to high and the sensation made me start trying to hump my hips against it. All I managed to do was help Daddy as he continued fucking me. My orgasm exploded through me and I gave a high pitched scream as my pussy and asshole began to spasm wildly. Daddy buried his dick deep in me, appreciating the feel of my ass clenching his thick shaft.

“Such a little whore, aren’t you Bethie? Good thing the game isn’t over yet, you just can’t get enough can you?” Daddy says to me as he starts bursa anal yapan escort to fuck me again. I know he likes me to answer his questions so I have to catch my breath and respond.

“Yes, Daddy, I can’t get enough of being your slut.” I groan. I still have the vibrator on my clit, knowing better than to move it without his permission. Thankfully hearing me say that seemed to be exactly what he was waiting for because I felt his cock start to jerk inside me and his cum was filling my ass. He pulled out and wiped off with a towel then picked his phone up from the table and took a few up close pictures of my dripping holes.

After he’d finished, it was time for JP and Grandpa to draw cards again. JP got the high card and didn’t waste any time. My slit was a mess, dripping with a mix of semen and my own pussy cream, and he had no problem slamming his cock deep into me with his first thrust. He took a tight grip on my thighs and started to roughly use me, not seeming to care if I was getting off with him. I guess watching the other men take me had gotten him too worked up for him to take his time. In only a minute he moaned and I felt his jizz shoot into my pussy joining his brother’s and father’s. After he pulled out I felt him wipe his softening cock clean on the back of my thigh.

A second later my grandfather was between my thighs smirking at me holding up a card. And ace. Another cock in my ass. Grandpa handed me the lube and told me to rub some on his cock. I poured a generous amount in my hand, hoping to get him extra slick before he used my already sore ass, and used it to jerk his cock a few times.

“Put your hands down here and spread your ass cheeks extra wide for Grandpa, Bethie” he told me. As I gripped my cheeks and spread them, I felt his cockhead start pressing into my butt. I was still a little stretched from Daddy, but it hurt enough that I was whimpering as he quickly pressed his entire length into me. “Don’t be a crybaby about it you little slut. I saw you cumming with your daddy’s cock in this ass, I know you’re loving this” he growled at me and gave my thigh a sharp slap to reprimand me.

He took his time, fucking me in a hard steady rhythm till I felt myself starting to grind back against him when he would thrust into me. When he noticed my enjoyment he picked the vibrator back up, but rather that putting it on my clit, he turned it on high and shoved it into my cunt. Having my pussy filled with the vibrations and my ass being pounded was driving me crazy. Grandpa made it worse by holding the vibe deep in me with his hand and using his thumb to rub back and forth over my clit. I couldn’t take it and started to cum again. It seemed like the quaking feeling in my body would never stop as he just kept going, using my holes and really making me a fucktoy. Finally I could see him clench his jaw tight before he groaned and a final load of cum was unleashed into my ass.

When he’d gotten up, Daddy came over and took a few more pictures then lifted my hips up and set a pillow under them. “Give all that sperm a few minutes to settle in. We’ll untie you when it’s done. Of course by then your brothers will be home. They’re pretty upset they didn’t get a turn. Guess you’ll be making it up to them.”

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I arrived at the studio late in the evening, as Jay had suggested. It was in an industrial part of town in a rather nondescript building, but inside it was quite impressive, with glassed-in control rooms and banks of twinkling consoles. At one end of a large room was a small performance stage and this is where Jay and his group were set up. He took my hand and introduced me to each member in turn, including a bass player who looked exactly like Jay and turned out to be his younger brother Robert.

Then he seated me in front of the stage and gave a short introduction, as if he was speaking to a much larger audience. He was dedicating this last song of the evening to someone very special who had meant a lot to him over the past few days, he said. Someone he was hoping to know a lot better.

He began the only slow song they had in their repertoire, to my knowledge, and of course my absolute favorite. It started with just Jay’s voice and some gentle washes from the keyboard player, then the bassist and lead guitar came in so subtly you barely noticed. The drummer didn’t have much to do but smile at me from behind his kit.

Before the song was half over I was almost in tears. I’d loved these guys for so long, and to have them give me a personal show, a tribute almost, with one of their sweetest, most appealing pieces, just meant the world to me.

It sounds really corny I know. Jay and I didn’t even know each other forty eight hours or so earlier, and we’d spent large parts of the interim indulging in some of the rawest sex ever, Now here I was being brought close to tears by some little song that wasn’t really representable of them as a band at all. But that was part of the appeal for me somehow. The past few months I’d been down so low after my break-up. Jay had come along and helped snap me out of it with raunchy sex and the sweetness of his nature. A great combination. And this small acknowledgement of me as a friend, as a possible girlfriend, who knew, really touched me.

Fortunately it was not a long song, and once it was done, and before I could start bawling, all of the boys came over and hugged me and we retired to a side room where a modest amount of alcohol had been set out for a post-recording, post-rehearsal celebration. No drugs, I was glad to see. Jay and his brother set the rules for the band and that was one of them.

We started drinking and chattering about the upcoming tour and before long I felt like I’d known these guys forever. They were like the nicest guys you remember from high school, the smartest, the funniest, sometimes the shyest, and for me at least always the sexiest. After two or three drinks I had the sudden wild thought that before the evening was over I’d like to fuck them all, as a kind of going away gift. And that was the moment I caught Jay’s twinkling eye and realized all at once that of course this had been his idea all along, since our conversation the previous evening. It was not something he would ever force on me, I knew. But he’d set the thing up as a possibility, if it took my fancy. Which of course it did.

We drank and celebrated for maybe an hour, till I was growing quite drunk. But I knew the guys were probably tired and had a long day ahead of them tomorrow, and I wasn’t surprised when Jay took my hand and led me down a quiet hallway.

“We need to clean up before we leave,” he said. “We’ve all been working hard. Will you join me in the shower?”

He knew my answer. He led me into one of the nicest changing facilities I’d ever seen, with couches alongside the huge lockers and an enormous glassed-in shower with fancy controls I’d never seen before. We were naked in seconds, standing under a warm shower, kissing, our hands soaping each other up ever so tenderly. He stroked all over my tits, my ass, my pussy. I concentrated on washing his cock, which was already erecting steadily. It was like a hunk of heavy pipe in my hands.

I thought we might start fucking there and then, standing up in the shower, but I was suddenly aware of the other band members entering the locker room and peeling off their clothes. Suddenly someone, I think it was Robert, stepped into the shower and came up behind me. His hands stroked over my shoulders and upper arms, and I felt the bulk of his far from soft penis riding up between the cheeks of my ass.

“If you don’t want this, just say so,” Jay whispered in my ear. “I just thought if you wanted that fantasy of yours to become a reality, here was your big chance, We’re at your disposal.”

“I want it,” I whispered back. “I’m so horny I can barely stand it. I want you all, I don’t care how many. I’m hungry for cock. I’m hungry for multiple cocks. Fuck, I can’t wait.”

Robert began a gentle humping motion with his cock, and it was now so hard the head was rearing up onto the small of my back. His hands had reached around to cup my tits and he was squeezing gently. My own hands were stroking up and down on Jay’s cock, which was pretty much fully erect by this point. It’s escort bayan head butted against my belly as his brother humped me from behind. I was squished between the two naked men. From the feel of it, Robert’s dick was just as big as his brother’s.

I was aware of the other guys entering the shower. It was built for two people, I guess, but was so huge there was room for all six of us. As I glanced over my shoulder I could see the other three band members standing behind Robert, waiting their turn with me.

Jay let me go at this point, and Robert stepped back also, giving me room to move back and say hello to these other guys. They surrounded me and I began soaping up one after the other, running my hands down each guy’s chest and stomach till I could curl my fingers around cock after cock after cock. They were all growing hard as I stroked them, the soap and water dripping from each one as I played with them.

In a way I felt like I was back in the spa, working my magic with my hands over muscular chests, trim tummies, then, something new, swelling cocks. This was certainly the raunchiest massage I’d ever given, apart from my session with Jay of course. I didn’t usually massage erect dicks. But hey, my training came in handy, and the boys seemed to be enjoying their erotic experience.

Their own hands were not idle. I could feel each of them stroking my tits, flicking my nipples, clutching my ass and fingering my pussy. Three men using their hands everywhere on my naked body, while two more guys watched, pumping their own pricks steadily. I grew a little weak in the knees from all the delightful attention. My pussy tingled, and I knew I would soon have the makings of a terrific orgasm.

Before we left the shower I instructed all five men to turn around and lean against the wall. I ran one hand over the ass of each one in turn while my other hand primed his erect cock. I let my fingers probe between the cheeks of each of them and gently inserted one digit directly into each asshole, as if I were giving a series of prostate exams. Again, I don’t know what came over me. I just recalled performing this obscene little act with Jay on our first meeting, and it seemed appropriate here. Each of them seemed to enjoy the bizarre ritual. All of them groaned with pleasure. I don’t think any of them had experienced such a thing with a woman before.

And once I was done they all surrounded me there under the cascading water. Five virile young men, five hot, hard cocks poking me, wanting me, making me feel more desired than I’d ever felt in my life. It was rather like a dream experience, something no woman probably enjoys outside of a pornographic movie. I felt privileged, in a strange, demented way.

Freshly rinsed off, we all stepped from the shower and I suddenly had five men gently drying me off, their hands everywhere, on my tits, between my legs, in the crack of my ass. If you’ve never had five young studs rubbing you dry after a shower, it’s an experience I’d highly recommend. My body was glowing afterwards, fresh and clean, buffed and pink and absolutely aching for sex.

Which of course I got as soon as they’d all quickly dried off and were standing around me naked, with their beautiful hard-ons soaring up from their crotches. I knelt down on a pile of damp towels and urged all of them to come in closer, to surround me with their massive blazing cocks.

“On my face. Put them all on my face,” I urged, “Somebody take a picture.”

Someone grabbed a phone from a pile of discarded clothes and began taking shots of my face as it was gently covered by five rampant hard-ons. All five guys laid their pricks on my face. I had a cockhead in each eye socket, a dick on each cheek, and one last one on my mouth. The souvenir shots I received afterwards were incredibly erotic. I was barely recognizable under all that man meat.

But now it was time to suck, and so I tilted down my face and slipped the prick on my chin into my mouth. I’m not even sure who it was. The keyboard player Terry, I think. I began to suck, sliding my mouth up and down on the hard shaft and taking over half of it in on each stroke. My hands reached out on either side and grabbed the closest available cocks. I began shucking them up and down while I sucked.

I moved on to another dick, sucking it into the back of my mouth and down my throat. It belonged to Jack the guitar player, I think. The boys shifted around till I had two different cocks in my hands. And so the process went, with me sucking all five dicks while I jerked off two in my hands. The guys began to moan and groan with pleasure, but that was the only sound in the room other than the flapping of my hands and the slurping of my mouth.

Ray the drummer was the last guy I sucked, I believe, and by then all the pricks were dripping pre-cum juice and seemed on the point of exploding. But of course this wasn’t just going to be a blowbang, I was determined. I was going to get fucked at some point, it was just bursa vip escort a matter of when.

Jay soon urged me up off my knees and helped me lay down on one of the couches with my head tilted back over one edge. He waited while his brother Robert lay down with his face between my legs and began to eat my damp pussy. Then he quickly eased his cock into my mouth and began to fuck my inverted face.

My climax started building almost right away. Robert was just as skilled at cunnilingus as his older brother. He began at my pulpy outer labia and worked his way up the sopping inner folds toward my clit. Once he was there I knew I wouldn’t last long, but I was distracted by Terry swinging a leg over my rib-cage and settling his thick hard-on between my tits. He began fucking my jugs while Jay plowed my mouth and Robert ate my pussy. My arms flailed around aimlessly till each hand was gripped by someone on either side and my fingers were curling around two more cocks. I was able to begin masturbating them while all this other action was continuing. I was a very busy girl.

I sensed Jay was close to coming and he pulled out of my mouth to let his cock cool off. Ray quickly took his place, sliding his dick effortlessly down my throat and fucking my face with slow, easy lunges. Terry climbed off my rib cage to wait his turn in my mouth and Jack crawled over me and began fucking my tits, pressing them hard over his shaft so that my nipples were worked with the friction.

Robert’s mouth was driving me crazy. My climax was growing closer by the second. His tongue pressed hard on my clit and kept flicking it back and forth, up and down. My thighs were trembling on either side of his face. And suddenly I was there, gushing my orgasm all over Robert’s slobbering face.

I tried to hump my hips up onto his mouth but I could barely move with Jack straddling me. All I could do was heave my crotch in short jerks while my thighs swayed from side to side. Ripples of sweet sensation flowed up through me right into the tips of my breasts. I growled with pleasure around the big cock plowing in and out of my mouth.

I’d lost count of the number of orgasms I’d experienced since meeting Jay two days earlier. It was like I’d entered a new level of sensation, a world of deep sexual release and pleasure that cancelled out all the negatives, all the sadness of the past few months. I let the rapture roll through me in warm waves and wondered vaguely how much sweeter my life could get.

As my orgasm faded Jack was removing his cock from between my tits and Ray pulled out of my mouth. Terry stepped up and slid his dick down my throat and I was aware of Robert giving my cunt a final lick and kiss as he knelt up between my legs. My pussy was still quivering with pleasure as I felt the head of Robert’s dick slip inside. The bulk of his shaft followed and he was suddenly deep inside me, fucking me with solid humping motions. My receding climax seemed to begin growing all over again as he drove into me. I wondered if my pleasure would ever end.

I got the feeling all the boys were having trouble holding off coming. Robert only fucked me for a few minutes before withdrawing. Someone took his place between my legs. I think it was Ray. It was hard for me to keep track of who was where, what with my mouth full of cock virtually all the time and my eyes gazing up at a pair of bouncing balls. But after a few minutes I figured they’d all had a turn fucking my pussy and sliding their meat down my throat.

I kind of lost track of time. I was in a daze of sexual pleasure, my body wracked by the thrusts of cock after cock after cock. But eventually all of the cocks were withdrawn and someone was helping me sit up.

Jack was sitting upright on the couch holding his thick hard-on and I was being helped to straddle him. I took his cock from him and slipped it between my legs. His cockhead split my pussy lips and I was sinking down on him, letting the thick shaft plow deep inside me. But I didn’t have time to start fucking him. Someone was coming at me from behind, smearing lubricant onto my puckered asshole. A granite cockhead was planted on my anus and I felt the pressure of another anal intrusion.

I gasped out loud as the dick head entered my ass, followed by inch after inch of rock-hard cock meat. Before it was inserted all the way the prick began fucking my ass, going in deeper on each stroke until soon I’m sure it was plowing in all the way. The cock embedded up my pussy began moving at the same time, and suddenly I was being double-penetrated, double-fucked, by two massive pricks.

“Ohhh fuck!” I moaned. “Ohhh sweet fuck! What a feeling! Oh fuck!”

My cries were cut off. Someone was standing on the couch in front of me, straddling whomever I was fucking, and he was shoving his hard-on into my mouth, letting the motion of the two men double-teaming me provide the friction on his dick. Three cocks inside me. Almost a yard of prick impaling bursa elit escort me. Then my hands were being folded over a cock on each side of me and I was suddenly masturbating two more dicks. Five cocks at once. What a service I was providing. My first gangbang. What an experience.

I figured this had to be it. What more could they do? They had to explode soon. But before they did they all changed position several more times. I think they all wanted a turn up my ass, and I’m sure they all got it. The last thing I remember before the gang climax was facing outward on the couch, my pussy stuffed with the cock of the guy beneath me, when Terry leaned down on me with his gleaming prick in hand. I wondered where he was expecting to put it, since my pussy was already stuffed. But he had a determined gleam in his eye, and as I watched in amazement he positioned his hard-on on top of the cock partway in and partway out of my cunt. He moved forward, bracing his prick, and made a slight adjustment. And suddenly, to my utter disbelief, he was easing his cockhead into my pussy on top of the prick already in there. And it was going in!

He moved slowly, gently, but sure enough a second cock was entering my twat along with the other. Two cocks in my pussy at the same time! I couldn’t believe it. There wasn’t really that much discomfort. I guess the vagina is just one of the most amazingly flexible of body parts. They began fucking me! Two cocks fucking my pussy at the same time!

I think I began to come again. I lost count of how many orgasms I had that evening. The double pussy penetration sent me off on my last one. It was just too lewd, too dirty, too exciting. I was experiencing things I never thought possible. I was in a world of cock, of pure taboo sex, And soon enough, a world of sperm.

“You remember how your fantasy ended?” Jay was whispering in my ear at one point. He may have been fucking me up the ass at the time.

“I do,” I gasped, my voice hoarse after all my groaning and cock sucking.

“And do you still want it?” he went on.

“I do. I’ve never wanted anything more! I want all of you to come on my face. I want you to cover me in sperm. I want to drown in it!”

I wasn’t kidding. There was something about this incredible orgy, this amazing gangbang, that demanded a dramatic finish, an ending neither I nor any of the boys would ever forget. This hadn’t been any romantic, one on one sexual encounter we’d all just experienced, one with someone tenderly ejaculating inside me. It had been a raw, crude, incredibly intense, incredibly exciting group fuck and suck session. And the climax had to be something spectacular.

I was on my knees again on the damp towels. All five young men were surrounding me, giving their glistening hard-ons the final few pumps. I moved from one to the next, no longer sucking their cocks, which had all recently been rammed up my ass after all, but concentrating instead on their balls, licking and sucking each bloated scrotum to make sure the semen was good and ready to be ejaculated. Each prick oozed pre-cum quite copiously now, and it was no doubt taking a lot of self-control on the part of the boys not to spurt too soon.

But then it was time. Each ball sac had been licked and sucked, each testicle drawn into my mouth for a final tongue-lashing. And now the boys took turns to stand in front of me and jerk off in my face. I’m not sure who was first, I think it was Robert. I was busy glaring intensely at the huge thick cock and the pumping, jerking fist, and suddenly a huge rope of silver cum was spurting free and slopping up the center of my face.

It hit me so hard my head snapped back and my mouth gaped open in shock. A second streamer of sperm shot right into my mouth, filling it so full the overflow spilled from my lips down my chin. The excess rolled down my neck and on down between my heaving tits.

Another jet fountained up one side of my face and I was suddenly blinded in one eye. The blast settled warmly on my cheek and forehead. I think part of it ended up in my hair. My one eyelash was weighed down with a slug of cum so heavy it felt like a pearl of lead. And still Robert kept ejaculating, painting my face with streamer after streamer of hot semen. He seemed determined to cover my entire face all by himself. No sooner had he soiled one part of my face than he moved to cover another. So that even before any of the other boys got a chance, my face was virtually destroyed by what seemed like a liter of sperm.

I sensed him finally shaking his cock, urging out the last thick droplets onto my face. Then through a slit in my one good eye I saw him step back while someone else moved forward with pumping cock in hand. Almost immediately more sperm was spurting onto my face in thick, heavy ropes. My good eye was sealed shut by one giant streamer up the left side of my face. Then a series of hot jets crossed my features diagonally, from chin to forehead, soiling my cheek and looping over the bridge of my nose in three or four steaming blasts.

Almost before this guy was finished someone else was ejaculating on me from the other side, criss-crossing the slugs already plastered on me with more heavy jets. The sperm began to pile up on my face in a thick, squirming blanket of fluid.

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