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Heather Falls in Love Pt. 07

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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

(June 2004)

Heather was awake but afraid to open her eyes. For a long, long time she lay still, pondering over three of life’s great mysteries.

What happened?

Where am I?

Why haven’t I got a hangover?

The answer to the third question was easy. That lucky metabolism of hers rarely did hangovers. She wasn’t totally immune, but she certainly woke hangover-free more often than she deserved.

“What happened?” was, of course, obvious, if only answerable in part. She’d got drunk, as simple as that. She’d started early, anxious about seeing Ingrid again, then . . .

Well, she’d been given a letter but no blonde-haired girlfriend to go with it. Ingrid wasn’t going to show up; she was marrying her tamed Viking instead. There wouldn’t be a big reunion. There wouldn’t be a partner on the long road to Darwin . . .

The news hadn’t been all bad, though. Ingrid wanted her there in Albany to witness the match. No, she wanted her there to play father of the bride. And Claire and the twins wanted her there too; they wanted her there strongly enough to pay her airfare.

All well and good then; her friends still loved her and wanted her to go back. Making the decision to go had taken no time because there had been no decision to be made. She suddenly wanted to see them again so badly it hurt. And so what if Ingrid was getting married? How could a true friend be sad to know she was going to do something that made her happy?

Putting misty memories in order, Heather recalled sitting at the bar; ordering beer after beer . . .

Talking in depth with the two resident barmen . . .

Then it all got hazy and blurred, never mind misty. With the benefit of a boozer’s hindsight, she should have called it a day after she’d seen the photo of Claire and the twins. Quite predictably, she had not. Bugger being sensible, she’d stayed on her barstool and poured her heart out to a couple of complete strangers. And hairy, Aussie male strangers at that!

And then . . .

Well, then it wasn’t misty or even murky. She had a great big black blank. Memories didn’t come into the equation seeing as she hadn’t got any. Presumably someone had picked her up and brought her here.

Wherever “here” was”.

She honestly couldn’t remember leaving the bar. Sad as she was to admit it, she could have left with absolutely anybody of any sex or persuasion. And, as a corollary, she could now be absolutely anywhere.

No wonder she’d daren’t open her peepers!

She was on her back, hands resting on bare thighs, in a bed. Not in the tent or on the campervan’s very thin, very recognizable mattress. Straining her ears, she couldn’t detect evidence of company. And her other senses agreed. There were no touching limbs, no smell of a sweaty man.

Not trusting her intuition, she slid her left hand off her leg, onto the bottom sheet. Moving at snail’s pace, she found the edge of the bed. What, as much as nine inches away?

Who cared? She hadn’t encountered a bedmate. Not that she would have on her favoured left-hand side. If there was a bedmate to be encountered . . .

Steeling herself, she slid her right hand onto the self-same sheet. And, again moving at a snail’s pace, inched right and found the other edge of the bed. It was farther away, maybe a foot, but no bedmate in the way.

The rush of relief surprised her. Having been shagged by a person or persons unknown wouldn’t have been entirely unknown . . .

But thank god it’s not a guy!

The thought startled her, even though it was from the heart.

Then she wondered if she was being complacent. How did she know she hadn’t had company during the night? Fending off anxiety, she put her hands back on her bare thighs and inched them upwards.

Yippee, her shorts were still on. And double yippee, they were still fully fastened. A further inspection confirmed her string-like top was still in place.

Good grief, she thought suddenly, my wallet!

But it was there in her pocket, exactly where it ought to be.

‘Okay,’ she said out loud, at last opening her eyes, ‘let’s get this show on the road.’

The room would have been in total darkness if a blackout blind had been properly closed. As it was, a little askew, bright sunshine burnt a white line across an otherwise indistinguishable carpet.

‘Turned out nice again,’ she said automatically, using her everyday greeting to Ingrid.

Being slow about it, not wanting to trigger one of those rare hangovers, she eased herself upright so she was sitting with her feet on the floor.

All went well; and it was best to be careful. Recollections of her previous excesses were remote but by no means forgotten. One sudden movement could set the contents of her head swilling about, dying brain cells sloshing remorselessly against unforgiving skull walls.

But, thankfully . . . so very thankfully . . . not today.

No, no slosh at all.

She cautiously began to get to her feet and something light but hard rapped against her nose. It was a pull switch and she grabbed it eagerly.

Illuminated, the room Mersin Eskort

was tidy but plain and functional. That carpet was a brown that didn’t quite go with the light blue walls. She had it tagged as a guy’s room even before she noticed the absence of mirrors, dressing tables and other feminine necessities.

Okay, she thought stoically. So it was a guy. Live with it! The mission now is to get out of here as soon as. I’ll find my host, ask him the way to the car park then say farewell.

And God help him if he tries to get in my way!

Her trainers were waiting for her neatly by the bed. Still wondering exactly where she was, Heather put them on, crossed the room and opened the blind. Looking out she saw a strip of beach and the blue sea rolling away under a cloudless sky. It was a beautiful view which told her nothing at all. She could have been anywhere in Australia, never mind anywhere in Cairns.

Well, wherever she was, she was upstairs. Hunting for clues, she looked directly down and realization struck her. There was a terrace down there with tables, chairs and parasols. She couldn’t remember leaving the bar because she hadn’t left. This room must be one of the barmen’s.

Being orderly-minded, Heather switched off the light and made the bed. Being curious, she checked the sheets for cum stains while she was at it, finding none.

Further reassured, she had a look in the corridor outside. Stairs going down to her left, a closed door to her right. Two other doors on the opposite side: one closed the other ajar and, from the half-visible sink, evidently the bathroom.

Then she saw the nameplate on the door just across from her. It said “Study” and there was a similar sign on the door to her right. Squinting a little, she made out “Trent”. In fact all the doors were marked. She had, she saw, been sleeping in Greg’s room. Greg was the first barman she’d met. Trent was the other one.

And they weren’t barmen; they were part-owners.

Pleased she’d remembered something at last, Heather locked herself in the bathroom and, after a quick thong inspection, relieved herself. Then she glanced at the shower. Greg had let her sleep in his bed. Surely he wouldn’t mind if she made herself presentable?

Soaping herself under jetting water she had the feeling something was missing. It didn’t take her long to work out what: her nipples weren’t responding at all. And she hardly had any inclination to jill. That was, to say the least, alarming.

Don’t say I’ve lost my sex-drive altogether!

For a second or two her clit didn’t respond to her touch and she began to panic. Then (thank God!) the usual feelings made themselves felt and she quickly brought herself off. And then, determined to be thorough, she popped two fingers inside herself and said hello to Graffy.

That worked too.

Invigorated and refreshed, she “borrowed” a bath towel and dried herself. Dressing took perhaps ten seconds. Then she examined herself in the mirror over the sink. Yet again she thanked that wonderful metabolism of hers. She looked fresh as a daisy and pretty as a picture, even if her hair was a bit of a mess.

There was a shelf under the mirror. It had a toothbrush in a glass on either end and a tube of Colgate in the middle. Heather used the brush on the left, cleaning it scrupulously afterwards. Then, unable to find a comb, she used her fingers to straighten her damp mane, grinning as she did so.

Once upon a time, before she set off travelling, she’d paid her hair a lot of attention, washing it every three days and keeping it dry in-between. Since she’d been living the outdoor life she’d more or less left it to its own devices, letting it get wet in the shower and the sea with abandon. And it had thrived! Okay, it was walking on the wild side just now, but a good brushing and it would be better than ever.

Right then, she concluded. Let’s go face the music.

CHAPTER THIRTY

(June 2004)

Knowing where she was hadn’t changed the plan much. And actually knowing who she was going to be bidding farewell didn’t make a lot of difference either. Resolved to get it over with swiftly, glad she wouldn’t have to ask for car park directions, Heather set off towards the stairs.

The smell of frying food assailed her before she’d got two steps down. Her stomach responded with a loud rumble and she paused a moment, wondering when she’d last eaten. Apart from beer and jerky she (probably!) hadn’t consumed anything the previous day. Maybe she could get the barmen to sell her a bacon butty to go.

Assuming her wallet wasn’t empty.

She had a quick check. There were more notes than she would have expected and her cards were all there. So she hadn’t been robbed, raped or murdered. A hat-trick of lucky coincidences!

‘Cooee,’ she called as she reached the bottom of the flight. ‘Is there anyone there?’

‘I’m in the kitchen,’ an Aussie male called back.

Heather took in the geography of the ground floor. It was a lot bigger than upstairs and there weren’t any helpful nameplates on the doors. Two of them were, however, of the swing variety.

That’s Mersin Escort Bayan the bar dead ahead, she decided. So this must be the kitchen.

Feeling like Clint entering a saloon, she went through the batwings to her left. Greg was standing by a large range, skillet in hand, attending to a frying pan.

‘Good day, Hev’ he said, beaming at her. ‘So there is life after death.’

‘I wasn’t that bad,’ she said reflexively. Then, as he started to laugh, ‘Was I?’

‘I’ve been working in pubs and bars forever,’ he told her. ‘You could say I was born into the trade. I thought I’d seen it all, but I reckoned without you. I have never seen a woman drink the amounts of beer you drank last night. In fact I’ve only ever met one guy who could have kept up with you. And Ox is twice your size.’

‘Ox,’ Heather echoed.

‘That’s what we call him. I don’t know if he has a real name. He’s about seven foot and built like an ox. Most of the time he’s out in the bush, doing God knows what. He calls in here once a month and tries to drink us out of Castlemaine.’

‘And I remind you of him, do I? Gee thanks. You know how to boost a girl’s ego.’

Greg opened his mouth to say something but Heather’s tummy beat him to it. This time its rumble was louder than thunder.

‘Grab a seat,’ he said, pointing to a small table. ‘Breakfast’s coming right up.’

‘I can’t pinch your breakfast,’ Heather protested. ‘And I need to be on my way.’

‘You’re not pinching my breakfast. I had mine hours ago. This is for you. Orange juice is in the fridge, by the way.’

The table was set for one, so Greg probably wasn’t fibbing. And boy, his cooking smelt good. More than a little touched by his thoughtfulness, Heather took a super-sized wine glass from a rack and filled it from an industrial-sized carton. The chilled drink was amazing. She didn’t just feel it go down her throat; she felt all the goodness in it percolating through her whole body. Screened by the fridge door, she helped herself to a second glass.

‘Here we go,’ Greg said, arriving with a large oval plate as she finally sat. ‘That should soak up some of the alcohol.’

Heather was impressed. He’d done her steak, four eggs, bacon, mushrooms and baked beans.

‘The beans are imported from England,’ he said. ‘Most of our diners are Brit tourists. I got sick of them saying Australian Heinz beans aren’t the same, so I set up a standing order with a place in Brisbane. The ketchup’s imported too. So’s the HP Sauce.’

‘You’re too kind. I’ll never eat all this.’

‘I’m sure a girl who can outdrink Ox can cope with a snack like that.’ He laughed again. ‘I’m sorry for going about it, but you were the life and soul of the party last night. All the other bars must have been empty because everyone was in here. And it wasn’t just full of regular boozers. I saw faces last night that usually only come out at Christmas.’

‘You mean they were here to see me?’

‘You bet they were. The bush telegraph service in these parts is red hot. Word soon got round.’

Heather groaned. ‘I hope I didn’t make too much of a fool of myself.’

‘No worries. You didn’t. Everybody was laughing with you, not at you.’

‘What was I doing, exactly?’

‘You were telling risqué jokes, mainly . . . and dancing on the tables.’

‘Get out of here. I only ever do slow, intimate dances. And I never dance on tables.’

Greg got out his mobile and pressed a few buttons. ‘Here, that’s the first of the slideshow.’

‘Good grief,’ said Heather. And, as she progressed from snap to snap, ‘I don’t believe this. You must have superimposed my head onto a raving nutter.’

‘Yeah,’ he said, ‘one in your clothes, with your legs and trainers.’

In most of the photos Heather was on her own on one table or another, apparently defying gravity. In others she had company. One guy in particular seemed to be homing in on her.

‘Who’s he?’

‘I dunno. He’s German or Dutch, I think. He was getting overfriendly so Trent put him out.’ Seeing her expression Greg grinned. ‘Is there a language problem?’

‘”Put out” can be pretty final in English English.’

‘It was nothing like that. Trent didn’t like the drongo anyway. He was inappropriate last weekend, with one of the barmaids. He can be pretty protective, Trent, so I kept my eye on him while he did it; fists were not used.’

‘So he barred the . . . the drongo and escorted him off the premises?’

‘In a nutshell, yes.’

Heather winced. ‘I’m sorry I lost you a customer.’

‘You don’t have to be sorry. Way I see it, we lost the one we didn’t want and gained a hundred. Our takings set all-time records.’

‘Speaking about takings, can you add this to my tab?’ She pointed at her now empty plate. ‘And the price of a bed, of course.’ Then, blushing a little under her tan, ‘Er, I got your bed, didn’t I? Where did you sleep last night?’

‘Through there, in the bar. There’s a bench seat that’s surprisingly comfortable. And don’t worry about tabs. You never started one and there’d be nothing on it anyway. You’ve still got a dozen or so drinks paid on. If you Mersin Escort ever come back, that is.’

‘I don’t think I dare show my face again, but thanks for letting me know.’

‘Trust me, Hev; you’ll always be welcome here. And a lot of folk will be upset if you don’t come back. Nearly everybody wanted to take you home with them.’

‘That happens quite often,’ she admitted, blushing again. ‘I’m only surprised I didn’t take anybody up on their offer.’

‘I stopped you more than once,’ said Greg, grinning. ‘I reckoned it was down to me to save you from yourself.’

‘Who put me in bed?’ Heather asked, suddenly remembering how her trainers had been left neat and unfastened, knowing she wouldn’t have left them like that herself.

‘Me and Izzy. She’s our regular barmaid. I’d have done it on my own, but I reckoned it was better to have a chaperone.’

Now Heather really was touched. ‘Thank you,’ she said sincerely. ‘You’ve been incredibly kind. Others might not have been so gentlemanly.’

‘Listen, you’re a beautiful woman. I’m not denying that. But I know about your girlfriend and all. This is just between you and me, never to be repeated to Trent, right?’

‘Right,’ she said, wondering what was coming.

‘She doesn’t advertise it, but my kid sister’s a lesbian. I know how she’d feel if some bastard took advantage while she was drunk. It happened to a friend of hers who attempted suicide over it. No way was I going to let that happen to you last night. And I’m not just saying that because she’d kill me if you got raped on my property.’

‘Thank you,’ Heather said again.’

‘Trent thinks the same way,’ said Greg. ‘He doesn’t even have a sister but, like I said, he can be very protective. And he’s more understanding than he lets on.’

‘Where is he? I’d like to thank him before I go.’

‘He’s gone to get your campervan.’ Greg held up a restraining hand. ‘I confiscated your keys early on. I do that for customers when they reach a certain level. It’s my community service, if you know what I mean. I see it as saving drivers from doing something they’d regret, looking after other road users . . . and taking care of my licence at the same time.’

‘I can’t argue with that,’ said Heather. ‘I’ve heard of landlords who do that back home. I wouldn’t have got behind the wheel, though. I hate drink drivers.’

‘Yeah, you told me that. But you were worrying about the car park.’

‘Was I?’

‘Yeah, Trent told you it gets expensive after twelve hours. I didn’t want you going and bailing it out.’

‘I wouldn’t have. Honestly. Money isn’t that tight.’

‘You probably didn’t look at the tariff. It’s expensive after twelve hours and after twenty-four it gets astronomical. That’s why Trent went when he did this morning. He should be back anytime now.’

‘Great. That’s something else to thank him for before I go.’

‘You’re not thinking of driving today, are you?’ For once Greg wasn’t laughing or grinning. ‘You didn’t hit the sack until three this morning. I’d rather you spent the afternoon on the beach. Your wheels will be safe enough on our car park. It’s free, too.’

Heather nodded. She had no real urge to go anywhere and even less to get breathalysed. She’d also lost the need to scarper. These two strangers had looked after her and taken her in. And, although he hadn’t mentioned it, she just might have been provocative when he tucked her in. Her in drink and in a bedroom? She’d probably suggested a threesome with the chaperone.

How gallant of him, she thought. Men aren’t all bastards after all.

‘Good thinking,’ she said aloud. ‘Am I okay to sleep in the van tonight? On your car park, I mean?’

‘You’re more than welcome to sleep out there until you jet off to Albany.’

‘Oh crap!’ Heather frantically patted her pockets. ‘Ingrid’s letter . . .’

‘Is in the middle till,’ Greg said. ‘Press No Sale and you can’t miss it.’

‘You trust me to go in your till?’

‘You’ve been in my bed and my shower. Why should I worry about a till?’

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

(June 2004)

As Heather had expected, the six weeks ticket was not quite as flexible as Ingrid had made out. It was only valid for certain airlines, for one thing. And the flights from Cairns to Albany weren’t exactly ten-a-penny; leastways, not to the Albany she wanted. She could have got a flight to the one in New York State a whole lot easier.

Securing a place in ten days’ time she hit the beach, not bothering with her surfboard because there weren’t any waves. Then, around about six o’clock when the sun vanished, she went back to the bar.

And did it all again.

Well, she didn’t go totally over the top and did wake up in the campervan. But there were a few more blank spots and again it seemed wisest not to drive.

From then a pattern emerged. Moving on was always going to happen “tomorrow”. Except she’d have another late night and wake late morning, unfit and unwilling to drive. She’d shower and breakfast at Greg’s (using her own towel and toothbrush) then laze the day away on the beach. Greg was, she’d discovered, the senior partner in the bar’s ownership and he flatly refused to take payment for either service. In fact it was a battle to pay for her drinks on a night, what with him “forgetting” to charge and plenty of other customers including her in their rounds.

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I’ve always thought that shoes are the real window to a woman’s soul. A fashionable socialite, wearing Versace, wears beautiful shoes that befit her lifestyle and view on life. A working woman wears flats that keep her feet comfortable, and athletic women wear shoes that enhance their performance. Slim chance of finding one wearing the wrong shoes! I don’t particularly have a foot fetish or anything, but attractive shoes can make a beautiful woman look even better. As a girl who’s interested in other girls, I like to see beautiful women at their best.

I took a job with the local discount shoe store in my neighborhood, “Paylittle Shoes”. The hours fit with my college schedule. As a junior in the pre-med studies program, I needed both the money and the flexible hours the job gave me. I had run indoor track in high school, though not in college, and I knew the importance of shoes in one’s physical development. My love of exercise had reflected itself in my stature. I’m 5’6″ tall, 110 pounds, cute face, with long light brown hair that I usually keep tied up in a ponytail. I’ve got 36C breasts, with long pink nipples and fairly large pink aureoles. Almost any kind of sexual stimulation causes my nipples to erect, so it’s pretty apparent when someone has gotten me hot. I enjoy having my nipples sucked, but I also really like sucking another girl’s nipples, and licking her breasts.

My ass is perfect, according to my last girlfriend, and she should know. I think she spent more time touching me there than anywhere else, but I didn’t mind at all, as I love a girl’s touch on my rear end. She got me interested in returning the favor, and I’ve learned to be very fulfilling in bringing another girl to the Big O by licking her pussy and anus. We didn’t do much with dildos or vibrators, as we’re both very oral, and loved having our mouths and tongues on, and in, each other.

Unfortunately, my girl friend and I broke up 6 months ago, and I’ve had to satisfy myself, since I don’t really have time to date much. So, I’ve used my fingers a lot, making myself cum through pinching my clit, then licking my wet fingers. I guess I’ve loved the taste of pussy, mine and others, ever since I knew I liked girls best, something I discovered in high school. Still, when I see some of my fellow coeds on campus, and I wonder if they’d like to play with me, I get kind of frustrated and horny.

It was a very slow sales day, as we weren’t running any sales that week, and there was no one else in the store. I was re-boxing shoes that customers had left out earlier that day, when a blonde coed, about 19 or so, with a knock out body and face to match, came in and started browsing sandals. She started asking me questions about them, which I tried to answer as best I could. She made plenty of eye contact, and smiled frequently, even touched my arm numerous times during our conversation. Now, I’m no expert at body language, but I know that she was sending me signals. She tucked her hair back behind her ears several times. She might as well as have thrown herself on the floor, spread her legs, and said, “Fuck me!”

I smiled back, and gave every indication that I could be interested, too. She ended up buying several pairs of sandals, which I appreciated for the commission, but then she ended up just walking out. I was so let down. I guess she was just a cunt tease, seeing if she could get a reaction out of another girl, and then letting her down. No doubt she’d go back to her boyfriend and have a good laugh. It was while I was mulling this over, that a woman of about 25 entered, and headed for the dress shoes rack. After about 10 minutes, I heard her asking if I would reach up and hand down a pair of pumps.

I automatically reached for the shoes, and turned to hand them to the woman. She was very cute, about 4 inches shorter than me, with dark brownish-red hair, green eyes, pale white skin, and a cute scattering of freckles across her nose and upper cheeks. She was wearing a light green angora sweater, and a dark plaid skirt. She had larger breasts than mine, probably D’s, and a really cute round butt. She asked if I would mind fitting her in the pumps. I agreed, and she sat down in one of our comfortable arm chairs.

I sat in front of her, on a low stool that sat me about 6″ above the floor, and well below the level she was sitting at, so that I had to look up at her. I took her left foot and ankle in my hand, and flexed them out in order to slide on the pump. I looked up Mersin Escort to comment on how pretty the pump looked against her skin, when my eye was caught by the flash of naked skin on her thigh, extending up under her skirt. She wasn’t wearing stockings or panty hose. Her legs were separated so that I could see all the way up to her crotch, and I froze when I realized that she wasn’t wearing any panties! I could clearly see her pink labia, separated by a darker pink, nearly red, opening into her pussy itself. She had a thick red patch of curly pubic hair above her pussy, with light downy hairs along each side of her labia, which were fairly plump and swollen.

I tried to cover for my hesitation, as I didn’t want customers to get the idea that I was looking up their skirts, although I had, of course, in this case, but only by accident. I looked at the woman’s face, but she was looking to her right at a display, and apparently hadn’t noticed anything untoward. I vocalized my comment about the pump, and she smiled, and agreed. I then finished fitting the shoe on her foot, then began fitting the other of the pair on her right foot.

She lifted up her foot to make it easier for me, and flashed me again with her naked pussy! I looked quickly at her face, then, seeing she wasn’t paying attention, peeked at her sweet pussy again. It felt like I was staring at her beautiful cunt for a long time, but it was only seconds. I could see the vertical slit between her legs, with the gradations of shades of pink that defined the difference between her lips, and the darker, moister tissue inside her vagina itself. I thought that I could see her pussy actually glisten with moisture, and wondered if it was a trick of the light, or if she might be lubricating.

I commented that she should stand and see how she liked the pumps, and she turned her head back to me, and smiling at me, said, “They certainly feel comfortable sitting. I hope they feel as good while walking.” She then got up, and took a few steps, looking at her ankles from above, then looking closely at the shoes in the mirror. She appeared to think very closely about them, then threw herself down in the seat, and asked if we had it in a darker shade of the same color.

I noticed that, as she sat down, her skirt moved much farther up her thigh. The hem was now at mid thigh, and it was a simple matter to see her pussy, which was becoming more and more mouth watering to me, as I sat in front of her. I went and found a pair in the shade she had asked for, and sat down in front of her again. I slipped my hands over each of her feet in turn, and she sighed, as she enjoyed the feel of my hands against her feet, as most people do.

I also noticed that she now had her legs spread wider. It was now almost impossible for me to avoid looking at her cunt, even if I had wanted to avoid it. Then she said, “I was hoping for a special fitting of these shoes, Chris. I hope you can accommodate me.” I was startled at first by her use of my name, until I remembered that I was wearing my name tag, with “Christine Andrews” printed on it in big letters.

Not sure of what she was getting after, but open to new things, I carefully replied, “We like to accommodate our customers whenever possible. What can I do to make this special for you, ma’am?”

She then said, “Call me Lyssa, please. Lyssa Whiteacre. I have sensitive ankles, they really need to be handled and supported carefully when I walk too much, and then put on shoes.” I smiled at her and said nothing. She continued, “If you wouldn’t mind too much, my calves need to be massaged so that my feet don’t swell too much. I hate ending up with shoes that are too big, just because my feet swelled when I bought them.”

I said that I understood completely, and would do my best. I began to massage first, her ankles, then her calves. Her skin was lovely and smooth, and I would have loved to feel her skin against mine in any case. It was clear that the massage was enjoyable to her, too. Her head lolled back, and her breathing quickened. I could clearly see her nipples harden, the higher my hands traveled up her legs. I decided to move my hands up even further, to see what her reaction would be. I could feel my pussy wetting, and actual drops of moisture trickling out of my swelling slit and onto my panties. I knew without looking, that my nipples were poking through the thin fabric of my blouse.

My hands moved up to her knees, and I slowly massaged her delicate Escort Mersin kneecap. Then, she lifted up each leg in turn to allow my hands under her knees, and finally, onto her thighs.

She then slipped down in the chair, bringing her thighs, and her pussy, closer to my hands. It was then that she uttered the words that gave me a green light. “Chris, please touch me higher. I want to feel your warm hands on me, please!” Her urgency took me over, and, glancing around to make sure there was no one around, I slid both my hands all the way up inside her skirt, until my thumbs were pressed against her sopping wet pussy, and my fingers laying across the top of her thighs.

“Ahh, yes, that’s it, please, touch me inside.” I hastened to comply, and my thumbs slid into her wet hole. I stroked her labia, then her clit alternately, bringing her to a rapid, silent climax. Her stiff clit seemed to vibrate as I strummed across it with each thumb, and she sucked in her breath with what sounded to me like a loud gasp. “Ohh, yes, yes, touch it, touch it, harder,” she hissed between clenched teeth. Her hips began bucking slightly in her seat, and I drove my thumbs deeper inside her cauldron of an aroused pussy.

She squeezed my forearms hard then, as she came, then slumped in the chair. I looked around, but there was no one else in the store. I brought my face down closer to her pussy, and could smell the perfume of her arousal, then brought one hand out to smell, then lick, my thumb, which was covered thickly in her cream. “Umm,” I said, “that does taste good.” Lyssa roused herself, and gave me a kiss on the lips, looking me in the eyes, then saying, “I’d like to return the favor. Are you doing anything tonight?”

“Just fucking you,” I said. She smiled, and gave me her address and phone number. The image of the blonde coed faded in my memory.

When I got to Lyssa’s later that night, I was more than ready for fucking. The tease from the blonde student earlier, then the outright finger fucking I’d given Lyssa, had made me too hot to want to waste any time. So, I was quite pleased with Lyssa’s kissing me hard, as soon as I got inside the door of her apartment. Her lips felt so soft and warm on mine, and her tongue quickly attacked mine. I opened my mouth to hers, so that she could do whatever she wanted.

Our tongues danced together, and as I sucked in my breath around hers, I could taste and smell her sweet breath. Her saliva tasted sweet, too, and I licked her to gather as much of her saliva in my mouth as I could. We broke our kiss, then she began licking my cheeks, and my nose. I’d never felt anything like that, as her tongue licked all over and even inside, my nose! I giggled, but didn’t pull away, as the feeling was so erotic. My fingers went to her hair, and I ran my fingers through her wavy hair, enjoying the feel of a woman’s tresses under my hands once again.

Her fingers were furiously unbuttoning my blouse, and then, my skirt. Before I had taken even a full breath on my own in her apartment, I stood before her with my bare breasts poking out at her, and my skirt on the floor around my ankles. I knew that there would be a wet spot on the front of my panties, and her hand, brushing across the front of my panties, discovered the wetness too. “Ahh,” she whispered, and I pressed my mound forward against her hand.

Lyssa knelt down in front of me, there in her doorway, as I stepped out of my skirt. Lyssa ran her hands up my high heels (one of the perks of working in a shoe store!), and up the backs of my calves, to my knees and thighs. “Ohh, god! What great muscles you have in your legs, baby!” she exclaimed. I do have nicely developed calf and thigh muscles, as I’m deathly afraid of becoming a ‘thunder thighs’, and have kept those areas in top shape, and my muscles hard and firm.

When her hands got to the tops of my thighs, she slid them under my satin panties, to mold them around my round ass cheeks. I could feel her squeezing my butt, and flexed those well developed muscles for her, too. She fastened her mouth on my wet spot, and began licking my hole through the satiny fabric. Her mouth fastened on the hem of panty between my legs, so that her firm tongue could work its way into my wet slit. Meanwhile, her fingers began separating my butt cheeks, and I could feel her fingers touching my puckered anus.

As I said before, I dearly love having my ass touched, and I relaxed my anal ring, hoping that she would pay attention Mersin Bayan Escort to my dark hole, fucking me there. She did, and I felt like I was in heaven as her tongue and her finger penetrated my pussy and ass hole simultaneously. I came nearly instantly, and my hands on Lyssa’s head pressed her sweet tongue into my quaking pussy.

I don’t exactly ejaculate when I cum, I don’t think any woman does, but I do lubricate like mad before and during my cum, so the net effect is there’s a lot for a girl to drink from my raw cunt when I cum. I gave Lyssa a lot to deal with, and as she shakily got to her knees, the area around her nose and mouth was covered with my clear, creamy fluid. I put my hands on her shoulders, and began licking her face, like a mother cat licking its kittens. I savored the taste of my pussy on her face, and ran my tongue up inside her nose a little bit, to tease her.

We kissed again, and held each other close. I reveled in the feeling of her warm body against mine, though I was almost completely naked, and she fully clothed. I looked at her, holding her at arm’s length. She was wearing a kind of kimono, that just wrapped around and tied with a belt in the front. I grinned at Lyssa, and said, “Dressing for the occasion, huh?”

She grinned back, and said, “If the occasion is fucking, sweetheart.” At the use of the endearing term, I felt my eyes water a little. It had been so long since I’d felt another woman’s sweet touch. Lyssa took my hand, and led me to her bathroom. It was lit by the light of 4 or 5 big candles, which gave off an unidentifiable floral scent. The tub was a sunken garden type tub, in a big oval, and lined with what looked like marble. It was full of luxurious bubbles, and I squealed at the sight.

“Oh, god, this might be better than sex! I’ve only got a shower in my apartment. Soaking in a hot tub with your sweet body next to me is going to be paradise!” I gushed. I immediately undid Lyssa’s robe, and slowly pulled it off her slender shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. For the first time, I got a look at her unclothed body. Her pert breasts were capped by small pink nipples and aureoles, just begging to be sucked. Her sweet reddish bush capped her dark vaginal slit, which, even in this light I could see was dripping with her lust.

I brought my hand down and cupped her pussy, dipping my finger deep inside her tight hole. I wished then that I had a dick, because her cunt was incredibly tight, and I’d have loved to feel her swallowing me up with it. I guessed I’d have to make do. Lyssa finished taking off my blouse, which fell to the floor, and I took Lyssa in my embrace. I kept my happy hand on her hot pussy, and brought my other hand around to cup her ass cheek. She wiggled her ass in my hand, and whispered in my ear, “Please fuck my ass, sweetheart.”

Lyssa definitely knew she could get her way with me by calling me ‘sweetheart,’ and I put both my hands on her ass, then groped around until I had an index finger poised at her butt hole. She swung her ass backward, so that my finger was pretty much forced up her butt, and she cooed with pleasure at feeling my finger enter her ass. I slowly slid my finger that was dripping with pussy cream into her hole, until I couldn’t go any deeper, then pulled it out. In and out, in and out, I sawed inside her tight hole, which was only marginally tighter than her pussy.

Lyssa pressed her cunt against my thigh, to stimulate her clit while I was fucking her ass hole. She moaned, and pressed her mouth against my shoulder. I could feel her bite me as she came. It felt so good to feel her sharp teeth sinking into my flesh as her body thrummed and vibrated with her sweet torment. I’d never associated pain with pleasure before, and usually don’t like any kind of pain, but this was different. I could feel her saliva running down my shoulder, and it seemed as though that was like a man cumming on you, to have her fluid running down my body.

I held Lyssa while she recovered, then whispered in her ear, “Let’s not let the water get cold.” I felt her nod her head ‘yes.’ I added, “But first….” With that, I knelt down, and turned Lyssa around. I separated her ass cheeks with my firm hands, then darted my tongue into her tight ass hole that had just been home to my finger. Lyssa rotated her hips sexily on my face, and after I licked her musky hole for a few minutes, I raised up again and kissed her on her sweet lips, saying, “Let’s get in!”

She wrinkled her nose as though she didn’t like the smell of her butt on my face, but then darted her mouth against mine, and licked my lips lustily. “Yummy, let’s go!” she said. We slipped together into the silky, fragrant fluid of our bath.

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Baby Girl and Naughty Boy Ch. 11

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Warning: This is the eleventh chapter in a long, sometimes slow, edgy and very kinky incest tale. Each chapter builds on previous chapters. This story contains topics such as small breast fetish, female and male domination/submission, cuckoldry, spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cross-dressing, feminization, panty fetish, sissification, embarrassment/humiliation, masturbation, father/daughter, mother/son, and bi-sexuality. It is not intended to be a “Quick Read”, but rather a shocking and detailed look at the way two kinky people find each other, the way their relationship blossoms and the experiences they enjoy and endure.

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As Patty led me toward the stairs and up to her room, she started to softly cry again. Grasping my hand tightly, she glanced at me and shook her head in disbelief at what I’d done, but she kept walking, pulling me along behind her. When we were well out of her father’s sight, she stopped and pulled herself in front of me. Tears were coming down her face and she was obviously upset.

“Why did you do that?” She asked softly, peeking over her shoulder to make sure her father wasn’t watching or listening.

“What’s the big deal?” I replied in a cocky voice. “I don’t understand why you’re so upset. I thought you’d be impressed.”

“Sweetheart, you have no idea what you’ve done and what you’re in for. I’m used to his kind of punishment and I’ve learned ways to deal with it,” Patty said in choppy breaths in between sobs, “but, you haven’t. Paul, I appreciate what you think you were doing, but, watching you go through this is going to be much, much worse for me than taking the punishment myself.”

Patty hugged me tightly, pressing her naked chest against mine, and I could feel her trembling in my arms. She was quietly sobbing now as if she was headed for a full blown breakdown. Her reactions to me offering to take her punishment were way beyond what I expected, and I got the feeling she knew something I didn’t know, and now I was wondering what I’d gotten myself into.

“Damn.” I said to myself. I thought it had gone so well in the sitting room after my proposal. Patty started out hugging and kissing both of us. When she sat on his lap and he started to touch her leg and then moved up to her crotch, I was initially shocked. But, it only took a few seconds of watching him stroke her between her legs for me to start getting excited. When her father’s fingers crept under the material of her shorts, I was completely hard and even though it was my fiancé he was feeling up, I had no will power to stop him. And quite honestly, I didn’t want him to stop. Deep down, I wanted him to continue — maybe even stripping her and making her sit with her legs spread open while he diddled her pussy. I remember thinking maybe he’d just go ahead and take her virginity now. Oh, man — how I’d love to see that.

When he told Patty to take her shirt off, I was amazed at the way she immediately obeyed and pulled her shirt over her head. I was hard as a rock watching the way he was touching her and dominating her, and when he was telling me how he was going to take her virginity on her wedding night, I got this vision of her lying on her back as he thrust his cock into her pussy with one forward thrust — making her yelp as his hard cock broke through hymen and into her virginal pussy. Without stopping, he’d drive into her — time after time relentlessly shoving his cock deep into my beloved’s pussy until he came inside her. The vision in my head was so vivid, and so exciting.

Then I imagined the other part — how I’d be made to suck and clean them both — licking the virginal blood from her broken cherry off his cock while she watched — and then having to clean their combined juices and his sperm from her pussy, too. To some it might sound disgusting, but, at that moment — while I watched his fingers inside her shorts, I couldn’t wait for it all to happen. I was consumed with it.

When he first announced he was going to punish Patty, I thought it would amount to some trivial scolding, or similar childhood punishment. The whole thing seemed somewhat silly, especially at her age. And, Patty’s father was right, I was trying to be chivalrous — I was trying to protect my girl….. my new fiancé and when she was threatened, I stepped right up.

There was one bit of solace, though. If I was going to be punished the same way she would have been punished, then I knew it couldn’t be that bad. After all, if she’d been punished before the same way and got through it, it should be a breeze for me. After all, I’m much bigger and stronger, and…. I’m a man.

After a second more, she broke our hug and took my hand and we walked the rest of the way to her room without saying a word. As we got to her door — the exact place where I proposed and she agreed to marry me not more than an hour ago, I asked her what he was going to do….. what the punishment was.

“You heard what Daddy said, Sweetheart.” Patty şişli bayan escort replied, looking up into my eyes. “I’m not supposed to tell you, so please don’t ask me. I’m just supposed to get you ready, and we’re going to have to hurry if we’re going to be on time. It won’t be good if we’re not ready.”

Once in Patty’s room, she closed the door behind us and put her hands on her hips. She looked like she was deep in thought for a second and then she looked up at me, saying, “You’re going to have to trust me on this, but, I think it will be better for both of us if we do this as Mommy and Sissy, Paul. So, from now until this is all over, I want you to become Sissy.”

I had to think about that. In our conversations about the Sissy role play, we’d always said the Mommy/Sissy thing was just for us — just for me and her. I don’t know if the fact that she was my fiancé now had changed any of that, or the fact that I was taking her punishment, but, this certainly was a departure from what we decided. And, with the one exception when I was in my Sissy role in front of Angie that day at her Villa, we’d always been careful to play our Sissy games in private. With Patty asking me to become Sissy in front of her father, I now had a reason to panic.

“It will be fine, Sissy,” Patty said, wiping her eyes with a tissue, “I’ve got some ideas and Mommy is going to be here to help you the whole time. But, I need you to listen to me and do exactly what Mommy asks.”

Patty glanced over at the clock and then turned to walk toward her bathroom. “Take your clothes off, Sissy.” Patty said over her shoulder as she reached the bathroom door. Toss everything on the bed and I’ll pick them up in a minute.”

I heard the opening and closing of cabinets as Patty rummaged around inside her luxurious bathroom suite. Following her instructions, I began to undress. I really didn’t understand why I was undressing, but, when I was in my Sissy role, she’d taught me to do everything she said without questioning, so, that’s what I was doing. I heard the water start to run in the bathroom as I pulled my undershirt over my head. I’d skipped wearing a bra today since I was coming to talk to Patty’s father about marrying her. Even though most days I’d become used to wearing one, I felt it was best not to push the edge of the envelope on a day I was coming to talk to her father about her marrying me.

I’d long ago completely switched over to panties, though. Patty helped me with that. We shopped for panties together and once we found the style I liked and fit me well — and could contain my frequent erections, she cleaned out all my man underwear and we threw them away. Since that day, I’ve worn nothing but panties.

So, standing in just my panties when Patty returned from her bathroom, she quickly pointed to the yellow silkies I was wearing and said, “Panties, too, Sissy. I need you to be naked for Mommy.”

She was carrying several things in her arms, all bundled up in a towel. Dumping the bundle at the end of her large bed, my eyes popped open when I saw what she’d brought. Most notably, there were two disposable enema bottles, already out of their boxes and the protective wrapping removed. She had a few wash cloths, and a brand new bottle of the personal lubricant we used.

Standing next to her, she quickly spread the towel out on top of her bed. “Hop up here, Sissy. Lie on your left side and pull your right knee up.” She said. “Mommy’s done this for you before — you know how to do it.”

In the flash of a moment, I realized there must be some reason Patty felt she needed to give me an enema. Now, that wasn’t really so strange, since anytime we played with the strap-on, she’d always start me out with an enema. They weren’t so bad, and I actually got to the point where I looked forward to them. Actually, that’s not exactly true. What I looked forward to was the time Patty sat next to me in her Mommy role while the enema worked inside me. She’d slowly and carefully go through the process of giving me the enema, and once she’d squeezed the contents of the bottle up inside me, she’d sit next to me and stroke my cock until it was hard.

Once I was hard, she’d rub my arms and my face softly while the fluid did its job. She never jacked me or sucked me during the enema, she’d only get me hard and then she never touched my cock again. She was always hovering over me — never leaving my side and I always felt like she pampered me so much during the few minutes set aside for the enema. Maybe it sounds corny, but, one of the reasons I never put up a fuss about the enemas was the way she did those things.

When the cramping would start, she’d massage my belly and speak to me softly, telling me it would be all over soon. And when I couldn’t hold it anymore, she’d help me to the bathroom and close the door to let me get that stuff out. When I was done in the bathroom, she’d either have a warm wash cloth ready or she’d usher me to the shower şişli escort so I could quickly rinse myself off. God, she was so good at looking after me.

From time to time, she’d give me a second enema. It wasn’t very often, but if she was going to get rowdy with the strap-on, she’d usually opt for a second enema to make sure I was cleaned out well for our play time. I guess that made sense, but I never questioned her, so when she wanted to do it, I always let her.

But tonight, she didn’t hover over me. Once I was on the bed, she quickly slipped behind me, wiped me off and then slipped her lubricated finger in my bottom. Before I knew it, the bottle was in me and she was squeezing the solution into my bowel. Tapping my bottom, Patty told me to stay where I was and she’d be back in a few minutes.

Lying there with the enema solution inside me, I knew it would start to work in a matter of a few minutes, so, I hoped she’d be back to me soon. Instead, though, she was scurrying around; going into her bathroom, into her closet — then into the bathroom again — buzzing around like a little humming bird. When the cramping began, I started making faces and grimacing. Another minute later, she stuck her head out of the bathroom and asked me if I was ready, and I told her I was.

Patty came over and helped me off the bed, put her arm around my waist and walked me quickly to the bathroom. She’d turned on the heat lamp and I noticed numerous items laid out on her vanity counter. As she helped me to the stool and sat me down, she told me to hold it in as long as I could and then let it go.

Bending down to kiss me, she said, “Mommy will be right back. You sit there and go.” With that, Patty took a few steps to the doorway, switched on the exhaust fan, closed the door and left me to do my business.

As I sat there trying to hold it in as long as possible, I heard her go into her closet and then the clanging of hangers. After a second, the noises stopped and I heard her footsteps disappear. In the silence, I finished what I had to do and after a couple of minutes, she came back into the bathroom. “All done, Sissy?” She asked. I told her I was done, and she reached out her hand and pulled me to my feet.

“You okay, Baby?” Patty asked as she led me back to the bed and motioned for me to lie down again. “We need to do another one, Sissy. Be a good girl and cooperate with Mommy.” She added.

We went through the same process again. The second enema went much faster and pretty soon, there was no question if I was cleaned out, or not. As I sat on the stool after the second enema, Patty reached into the shower and turned the water on. “Mommy’s going to let this warm up for you while you sit there, Sissy.” She explained. Then reaching over to her vanity, she picked up a pair of scissors and turned to me. “Sissy, listen to Mommy carefully.” Patty said. “When I put you in the shower, I want you to use these scissors to carefully cut as much of your pubic hair as you can. We don’t have time to shave you, so I want you to use one hand to pull the hair away from your body and then use the scissors to trim it as close to the skin as possible.”

“I don’t have time to get in with you,” Patty added, “so you’ll have to do it yourself. Be careful and don’t cut anything down there, Sissy. Get as much hair off as you can and then wash up quickly. Use the shampoo in the big pump bottle,” Patty instructed, “Daddy really likes the way it smells, and use the liquid soap on your body.”

Pulling me up from the stool, she opened the sliding glass door to the shower and told me to get in. Handing me the scissors, she leaned in and kissed me again. “It’ll be okay, Sissy. Mommy’s going to be with you and I’ll help you be a good girl for Daddy.” Then, Patty kissed me lightly and told me to get under the water. “Hurry,” Patty said, “we don’t want to make Daddy wait.”

She left the bathroom and closed the door and I went to work doing everything she told me to do. She came in once or twice while I was in the shower, opening the glass door to check my progress. Each time, she told me I was doing good and to hurry. When I was finished, I turned off the water and opened the glass shower door. As soon as I opened the door, Patty entered the bathroom and handed me a large, fluffy towel. “Hurry now, Sissy.” She said. “Mommy’s almost ready for you.”

I dried off as quickly as I could. Patty came in and handed me a razor and a can of shaving cream. “Be sure you get rid of all that stubble on your face, Sissy,” she said, “and don’t cut yourself. We don’t have time for that.”

In just a few more minutes, I was clean, dry and shaved. Opening her bathroom door and walking out into her bedroom, Patty came up and ran her hands across my cheeks. “Nicely done, Sissy.” Then taking a step back, she inspected the trim job on my pubes and she smiled — the first time she’d smiled since we were down stairs with her father. “I like that look, Sissy,” she mecidiyeköy escort said, “and Daddy will like it, too.”

Patty then pulled me over to her bed. There, I recognized one of the baby doll nightgowns she had made for me — the shortest and the most transparent. If I had to describe it, I’d say it was ‘sultry’. It really didn’t cover anything at all, and the matching panties were so sheer, you could see right through them. Lying next to them was a matching bra, which I’d never seen before.

Patty held my hand and said, “I was saving the bra for a special occasion, Sissy. Mommy had it made especially for you by the same person that made all your baby dolls, and it should fit you perfectly. It’s got some padding to make you look like you have boobs, and I can’t think of better time than now to let you wear it. Obviously, it’s just for show, but, I think it’ll make you look more feminine and Daddy will notice.”

Patty glanced over to her nightstand to check the time. “Oh!” She gasped. “We really need to hurry and get you dressed. Then we can talk for a few minutes so I can give you some pointers.”

Patty started with the bra. She’d dressed me so many times, I knew exactly what to do to make things easier for her. As she slipped the bra up my arms and stepped behind me to do the clasp, I smiled to myself. How much I enjoyed those initial few seconds when a bra is strapped around my chest. It’s a defining moment — at least it is for me and each time Patty dressed me in one, I adored the way it made me feel. Once or twice I even wished I had real breasts to put inside a bra, but, I never spoke of that to Patty.

Next, she bent down to hold my panties out for me. Since she was topless, as I looked down into the panties to see where to step, I could also see her tiny breasts and nipples. I remembered the way Patty’s father touched her breast in front of me — the way he intentionally tweaked and pinched her nipple as I watched. It was a powerful statement to me — a statement that said “See, I can fondle my daughter in front of you.”

“Sissy!” I heard her say.

When I looked down at her, she had an urgent look on her face. “I called your name three times. Didn’t you hear me?”

I shook my head and told her I didn’t. “Well, stop day dreaming, Sissy. We’re running out of time.”

As she pulled the panties up my legs, she asked me what I was daydreaming about. “Your father.” I answered.

“Daddy?” She asked.

“Well,” I admitted, “in the last hour I’ve seen him touch your breasts and put his hands inside your shorts. The weird thing is that I wasn’t upset at all. In fact, I was sort of wanting him to do it….. wanting him to do more. It’s funny, but, when ever I though about someone else touching you, my biggest fear was I might get angry. What bothers me is that I wasn’t angry at all. I was turned on.”

“Sissy,” Patty said, “We don’t have time to discuss that right now. But, Mommy understands what you’re saying and I promise we can calk about it later. We have to concentrate on getting you ready. We only have a few minutes before Daddy comes back.”

Finally, Patty reached for the Baby Doll nightie and slipped it over my head. After adjusting the way it hung on me, she stepped back and looked at me from head to toe. “Good.” She said. “Sissy, you look beautiful and Daddy is going to be very happy.”

Then her eyebrows flew up and her eyes popped open. “Oh!” Patty said frantically. “I forgot something.”

Patty ran over to her nightstand and opened the drawer. Reaching in, she pulled something out and turned back to me. I immediately recognized the tube of anal lubricant in her hand as she crossed the floor back to me. “Turn around and bend over the bed, Sissy.”

It wasn’t until that exact time that I actually realized what might happen to me. She’d given me two enemas, which wasn’t a regular part of our habits — just when we were going to have an extended anal play session with one of the strap-on toys we had. And now, it appeared she was about to lube my bottom up with the special anal lube she used on me before our strap-on play times. This stuff was a marvel of science, I’m telling you. It lasted a long time and included a desensitizing ingredient that was especially helpful when Patty got carried away and ran out of control as she fucked the hell out of my ass with her strap-ons. That didn’t happen often, but, every now and then she’d get so turned on she’d just wail away at my butt. I loved it when she took me like that and we bought this lube to add to my comfort during those times. The dong she used in the strap-ons wasn’t that big, but the lube helped — even if it was just a placebo.

I felt Patty pull my panties down to my knees as I bent over the edge of her bed. Next, she pried by cheeks apart and I felt her lubricated finger enter me. “Hold still, Sissy.” Patty instructed. “Mommy will be done back here in just a minute.”

When she removed her finger from my hole, I felt the tip of the tube push into me and then felt her squeeze a generous amount up into my butt. The only sensation I got was the momentary discomfort of the cold lube as it squirted into me, but that went away soon.

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Babygirl

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****This story contains explicit incest, and is solely a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18 years. I do not condone or encourage any illegal sexual activities, but I do enjoy challenging myself as a writer. I understand that this genre is not everyone’s cuppa, but I am attempting to grow as an author. Your feedback is welcomed and appreciated as I tread cautiously outside of my normal realm of writing. Janie****

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I was awakened by weight moving my bed in the darkness. I felt the covers lift and my Daddy crawl in, quietly snuggling up to me. I rolled over onto my back, and moved my hand to his chest, gently caressing.

“Shhhhh, Babygirl,” he whispered, “We don’t want to wake anyone, but I needed to feel my little girl tonight.”

“That’s okay, Daddy,” I replied. But I was surprised that he would do so when mom was just down the hall…yet somewhat excited by it too. He had always come to my room when Mom was not home before.

His hand slid quickly under my nightie, and he caressed my lithe body as he pushed it to my nape. I liked the feeling of his rough hands moving on my soft skin. We were a farming family, so he always worked outside. Every summer and before and after school, I had worked along with him; feeding the animals, mucking the stalls, gathering eggs, repairing fence posts, tracking down the animals when they strayed, and baling hay to store in our large barn.

Being a farming family meant long days of arduous labour, and not a lot of time for other things that my old high school friends had gotten to enjoy. I didn’t date, and college was out of the question, as my brother had left the farm to attend, and I was still needed to help out. It also wasn’t affordable for us. Or maybe that is just what Daddy told me, when they sent my brother to learn agricultural science at an out-of-state college. To help offset the cost of his college Mom took a job as a bookkeeper in the city. It was shortly after my eighteenth birthday that Daddy had started fucking me, and the first time was in that barn…

It was a hot, August afternoon, and we had just finished unloading bales of hay that had been in the summer sun drying from the trailer into the barn. Mom and my brother, home for the summer, were gone into the city to pick up feed, do groceries, and get an oil change on our truck, so would be gone for quite some time yet. It was hot and sweaty work, and we had finished sooner than expected, which was nice. I felt accomplished. I was looking forward to a refreshing shower, as my jeans and shirt were dirty and wet with sweat.

As I finished ensuring the last bale was piled correctly, I felt Daddy slap my ass, playfully, and whoop out, “Good job, kiddo!” I was proud, and turned to smile down at him. When I did, I saw his gaze stuck firmly on my ass, and felt myself tense. Things had been a little strange since I’d hit puberty, and I’d often find Daddy watching my breasts or looking at me strangely. And then there were the more recent rubs…it always felt weird, but he had seemed lately to be working too closely, finding ways to touch my body.

When he looked up, he saw me watching his face. I expected him to avert his gaze, as he did in the past, şişli bayan escort but this time he didn’t. He just silently reached upwards towards me on the ladder, and I felt his hand reach between my legs, and over my ass, then back again between my legs.

“C’mon down, my Babygirl,” he said, removing his hand and watching me climb down the ladder towards him. As I descended, he stood very close, holding the sides of the ladder. I heard him intake a sharp breath when my ass was level with his face, and as I continued down, he pressed against me, pinning me into the ladder. In this proximity, I could feel his penis growing harder beneath his jeans as he rotated his hips against me. He continued this motion for several minutes, breathing his moist breath in my hair and nuzzling into my neck, licking the sweat from it. I was both surprised and frightened by his actions.

I was a virgin, but when you grow up on a farm, you know about sex, breeding the animals, or watching them mate. I had kissed a few boys in school, but my parents were pretty strict about making sure I got good grades and that I helped out at home with the chores of farming. I knew that what he was doing was wrong, but it was beginning to affect me, and I could feel muscles tighten in my body with each rotation. I began to relax, exploring and enjoying these new sensations within my body. I guess Daddy felt me relax, because the next thing I knew, he was reaching his arms around me, unbuttoning my jeans, sliding the zipper down, and reaching his hand inside.

I tensed again, but heard him whisper, “Don’t worry, Babygirl, it’s okay. This will feel good, and you look so beautiful, I can’t help it.”

I felt him slide his hand into my panties, down to stroke my intimate parts. Subconsciously, I spread my legs, allowing further, easier access. I had masturbated in the darkness of my room, silently at night, so knew it would feel good. As his hand crept down, covering me, he began to rub a rough finger up and down my slit. I had never tried that, as I had always finished through rubbing a finger in circles against my clitoris.

It was…pleasant and different. But then he began to move his finger further inside, spreading my lips as he rubbed. What he found when he had wiggled his finger through, my wetness, turned him on further, and he whispered into my ear, “Oh, my! It looks like my little girl loves Daddy very much, and it feels like you haven’t loved anyone else. That is a lovely sentiment. Do you know what people do when they love each other like we do?”

He continued to grind his pelvis against me, and continued to slowly rub his finger up and down my slit while he waited for me to respond.

“Ummm, no…” I hesitated. “I mean, yes, but…”

“Let me show you, Babygirl. Let Daddy love you,” he cooed as he removed his finger and moved to slide my jeans and panties down to my cowboy boots.

I heard him unbuckle his belt, and undo his jeans, but was shy and too nervous-standing there exposed against the cold metal-to look. My senses were heightened, and I heard him move towards me once more, before suddenly feeling his hands on my inner thighs, widening my stance further. Then I felt his tongue on me, and could not şişli escort contain the small gasp that escaped my lips as it hit my clit, and stayed there, doing circles similar to those I had done in the black of night.

He continued his ministrations, moving from my clit to my slit every so often, tasting me, sliding his tongue between the tightness, wiggling the muscle back and forth inside me. Soon, I felt his finger playing there as he sucked gently on my clit. He began to press the finger into me, and I tensed at the pain.

“Babygirl, it will only hurt for a minute, but you have to relax through it. You are doing an awesome job, showing me how much you love me. You always were my favourite, Babygirl, just don’t tell your brother or Mom. It will be our little secret,” he said.

I tried to relax, wanting to please him, but it still hurt as he slid his finger in and out, finally gently pressing his finger through my hymen as his tongue flickered across my clit. He let out a groan as he felt it give way, and heard my intake of sharp breath. As the pain subsided, I could feel him start to increase the rhythm of his finger, pressing in and out of my tight cunt a bit harder, wiggling his finger around a bit inside of me.

I relaxed again, and began to enjoy, knowing now that I was Daddy’s favourite. I wanted to impress him, to retain that new-found status, so I began to wiggle against him, pushing myself onto his finger more, and pressing my clit to his mouth.

He groaned against me, and stopped everything he had been doing. He did up his pants, and began to walk away. I thought I had done something wrong! So much for being the favourite! My mind raced, almost in a panic, as I tried to think of how to fix this mistake, but could not, as I did not know what the mistake was. After several moments, I figured I may as well ask. I turned to ask him what I had done wrong, and saw him walking towards me with a horse blanket usually kept on a nearby stall. He placed it on the floor, and told me to come, lie down. Oh, thank goodness! A second chance! I nearly ran to the blanket, or would have, had my jeans not still been tethered to my ankles by my boots. I felt silly, waddling towards him as he stared at me.

I awkwardly moved onto the blanket, dropping to my knees, sliding down on my side before finally rolling over, onto my back beside Daddy. He chuckled gruffly at me, and removed both the boots and clothing from my ankles.

“Better?” he asked, watching me.

“Yes, thank you, Daddy!” I replied with relief.

He stood, removing his pants, then moved over me. I had glanced quickly at the size of him, swiftly comparing it to the size of his fingers, and was a bit worried by the girth. He was awfully thick. His hard cock pressed against me as he grabbed the side of my cowgirl shirt and ripped the snaps open. Then he reached down and undid the front clasp on my bra, removing it from my tiny breasts. I laid still as he sat up to look down on me.

“Beautiful, Babygirl…absolutely beautiful!” I smiled at the compliment. “Now, where was I…?” he pondered as he lowered his lips back to my clit and easily slid a finger inside, moaning against me as it bottomed out gently into my cervix.

His mecidiyeköy escort oral abilities had me soon writhing on the woolen blanket, and as I began to buck my hips up into him, he quickly forced a second finger in, causing me to groan in pain once more, and I summarily stopped moving against him. He slowed his approach, and began gradually working both digits into me, stretching my cunt, preparing me for his manhood.

When I began to buck my hips against him once more, he removed his fingers, and quickly replaced them with his cock, expertly, barely skipping a beat. He pressed into me, with his weight on his arms at my side, slowly this time. His lips moved to my breasts, suckling first one then the other. Then he moved his lips to mine, and as his tongue matched the rhythm of his cock, teasing in and out, exploring my mouth, I felt my orgasm build. I gasped and moaned softly as he began to fuck me increasingly faster and harder, still fucking my mouth with his tongue.

He removed his mouth from mine as my tight pussy began to clench around him, slowly at first. He re-positioned himself so he was above me, looking down, watching my breasts jiggle with each plunge. I moaned softly with each thrust, and his words encouraged me on while he watched…

“That’s it, Babygirl, do you like Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes,” I panted, almost breathlessly.

“Tell me you like how Daddy fucks you, Babygirl.”

“Mmmmm….I like…how you…fuck me…Daddy,” I moaned out between thrusts.

“Yes, you are making me so proud, Babygirl…and making me feel so good in your tight cunt. I can feel your pussy tightening around my cock, Babygirl…and I want you to cum around Daddy’s cock. I want to feel that, Babygirl,” he stated as he continued to pump his massive organ in and out of me.

“Oh, Daddy, yes! I will cum around you.”

“That’s it, Babygirl…That is what Daddy likes to hear. Say it again, repeat it.”

“I will cum for you, Daddy,” I gasped.

With those words, he placed my finger on my clit, encouraging me with his own hand to circle it quickly, and continued to fuck me. As I did so, he removed his hand, and when I did not stop fingering my clit furiously, he moaned out, “Oh, damn Babygirl, that’s it!”

“Your…fucking…pussy…is…so…tight…around…Daddy’s…cock…and…I want…you to…cum…for me…Babygirl…soon…before…I do!” he panted, as he thrust into me, hard, fast and deep.

“Yes, Daddy….I will…I will…oh…God…Daddy…you feel…so good…”

As my orgasm overcame me, I could only moan and listen to Daddy repeating, “Cum…Babygirl…for Daddy…cum for Daddy!”

“Yes, Daddy, yes…”

“Yes, Daddy, yes…”

“Yes, fuck me, Daddy!”

“Ohhhh, Daddy!”

“I’m going to cum, Daddy!”

And with that, my muscles clenched tightly around his cock, sending pulsations through him that brought him to a swift climax.

“I’m going to cum inside you, Babygirl…I am going to give you all of my seed,” he roared out as he pumped furiously into me, filling my used cunt with streams of his ejaculate.

Spent, he rolled off and away from me.

Minutes later, after catching his breath, he told me we had better get showered and dressed before Mom got home from the city. I stood, gathering my clothes, feeling the mixture of our cum leak out, down my thigh.

We dressed and left the barn without another word, but then, that was only the beginning…

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It’s just after six; 31st of December 2007. The ground is frosted over and the entrance to Victoria Wine has frozen shut. A few strong jolts later and Mac slipped her slight torso through the small gap between the shutters and the door and walked to the counter.

“Bottle of red, please. Any red.” she smiled.

“We’ve got this?” the cashier held up a bottle of red wine with an Australian label on the front, “£10.89?”

“That’ll do. Cheers.” she handed over the money and slipped back out onto the street.

She was freezing; winter Scotland. Not at her usual, she had opted to dress up for the occasion; although she was pretty convinced her efforts would go unnoticed. Her ‘little black dress’ was in fact the only dress she owned, and was indeed very ‘little’. Her short, punk hair was blonde with a black streak through the fringe, past her ear and round to the nape of her neck. Never anything other than a styled-as-you-like dyke spike. She liked it that way. Spit and it’s up; no messing about.

Walking down the street with just the bottle of wine in her hands, she watched her feet to avoid the black ice. Her knee high New Rocks buckled from toe to shin; glistening in the bitter winter air. She had decided it wasn’t her best decision to wear only a small leather jacket after all, although nothing would have matched with quite the same kick.

The flat was only down the street, so she sucked it up and walked a bit faster. Once at the porch she found a flight of red carpeted stairs inside that lead to the front door. She quietly ascended, almost nervous. ‘Knock knock, here I come’ she thought with a grin.

The door opens. The body disappears back into the bedroom which is directly across the hall. Not one for pleasantries, şişli bayan escort Charlie turned to look at her.

“What are you wearing?” she laughed.

“Fuck up, I thought it’d be nice.” Their friendship wasn’t exactly common. Charlie looked at the wine Mac had placed on her bedside table.

“What’s that for?”

“Drinking.” Mac looked unamused. So much for trying to be romantic. Obviously it wasn’t ever going to be that kind of friendship.

“I don’t like red wine”, Charlie said plainly as she sat on the bed.

Mac shrugged and started to remove her jacket and shoes when Charlie made a move towards her. She pinned her up against the closed bedroom door, lifting her little black dress up to her navel and revealing little black French knickers underneath. Charlie’s fingers slid them delicately down her smooth, slender legs and off onto the floor. Mac felt her weight double as the shock of Charlie’s warm tongue sliding over her clit made her legs melt like snow drops. Definitely not one for pleasantries.

Charlie held Mac’s hands against the door and let her dress fall over her head. Her lips and tongue working their way around and inside Mac’s wanting cunt. Although Charlie was taller, she certainly had no issues getting comfortable on her knees. After only a short time, Mac gave out and collapsed down on top of her unlikely lover, straddling her legs and finding her lips. Charlie’s where the most intense kisses she had ever felt.

They looked at each other; for a second it felt like the rest of the world could fall away and neither of them would notice. Before they had time to think too much about it, Charlie shot up and made herself busy with the DVD player.

“That was fast.” Charlie scoffed şişli escort as she slid a Massive Attack CD in to the disk drawer.

“You’re just that good.” Mac was used to her mean retorts. Sarcasm was a strong component to their relationship. It was part of their routine. She moved to the bed and lay on her side. Charlie moved over to her, manoeuvring herself behind her and kissing her bare shoulders. She slid her fingers up the inside of Mac’s inner thigh, stopping where she found her wet.

“Get up,” she ordered. Mac stood. “Close your eyes.”

Charlie pulled a white fluffy tie from a house coat that hung over an open drawer. She placed it over Mac’s eyes and tied it behind her head. Mac sighed. She’d let Charlie do anything. She’d always let her do anything. Charlie pulled Mac’s arms up behind her and, with the long ends of the tie, bound her hands as far up her back as she could. Whenever she tried to move her hands down, the tie that blinded her yanked her head back. She was forced to stay still.

When her knees where kicked from under her she landed on a pillow; soft touch.

Mac found herself bent over the side of Charlie’s bed, bound and blind and aching for every single touch. Charlie reached into her bedside drawer and pulled out her Rabbit. She flicked it on; the blue, see through, rubber shaft thrusting up and down with metal, rotating balls that worked on the inside. The little, soft rubber rabbit’s ears vibrated loudly.

Charlie kicked Mac’s legs as far apart as they would go. For a moment Mac couldn’t think of anything other than that her hips may break. Not for long. Charlie moved the head of her toy to the wetness of Mac’s lusting body and pushed. Hard.

“Oh God…!” Mac wasn’t the quietest of girls. mecidiyeköy escort She moaned out loud as Charlie slid the shaft slowly in and out; just warming up. The machine made it hard for Mac not to move, as she struggled to keep herself calm while the small thrusts teased her to within an inch of her sanity. When Charlie finally slammed deep into her, Mac couldn’t help but scream. The rabbit’s ears flicked at her clit as Charlie’s hot breath left traces of moisture on the back of her neck and the side of her face as she leaned over her back and kissed her.

Mac’s chest was flat against the bed, her face hard against the quilt. She bit down on the soft covers as she let out louder and louder squeals. Charlie grabbed her bound wrists and yanked them high up her back to the point of her shoulders aching; Charlie’s body pressed down heavily on top of her, and Mac realised that she hadn’t been the only one moaning in pleasure. Charlie’s little noises echoed through Mac’s head. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt like this.

“Oh God, Charlie…” she whimpered, “Oh, don’t stop…” Charlie didn’t miss a beat; curving her body around Mac and kissing her full and tenderly on her mouth. Mac came, biting Charlie’s bottom lip and breathing a deep, hot moan into her mouth.

“Hmmm,” Charlie sighed, smiling, “Do you want a glass for your wine?” She stood up and pulled Mac to her feet. The tie still tight around her arms and eyes, Mac managed to move to the sound of Charlie’s voice and kissed her. Charlie’s arms came round her back and untied the binds, sending it to the ground around them; their kisses never faltered.

“Yeah.” Mac answered once their soft lips peeled apart.

“Yes, what?”

“Yeah, get me a glass for the wine seeing as you don’t like it.” Mac sounded sharp, yet laughed in the process.

Any time spent with Charlie was more surreal than the last. And although she knew it was fleeting, she loved it with everything she possessed.

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I woke up from a deep slumber to an empty and unfamiliar bed. I could still taste Kent in my mouth and my ass was still buzzing from losing my cherry. The coach noticed me stirring and called out from the couch.

“Hey champ, get that tasty ass of yours showered up for breakfast; you only have an hour before we leave for the meet,” he muttered with a sexy grin on his face.

I glanced over at the coach who was kicking back on the couch, clad only in a red speedo that of course accentuated that delicious bulge, the bulge that had delivered a load down my throat and another one far up my bowels. He had such a perfect body. And then he flashed his winning smile, the one that got me on my knees and later on all fours. This course confirmed that I had made the right decision by taking him at both ends.

I grinned back and without delay I hopped into the shower to remove the remnants of the memorable evening. As the warm water cascaded off my relaxed body, I reflected on the turn of events from last night. I had been tag teamed and lost my cherry in a mere half hour. Althought I still ached a little bit, it wasn’t an unpleasant ache, but I could definitely feel the after effects in my no longer virgin ass.

The coach opened the door. “Let’s go, slowpoke. Go eat as you’ll need the energy today. You have two individual finals and the relay final. I’m putting you in as a breaststroker.”

“What about Kent?”

“Your times were better, Kent will understand. And if he doesn’t, too bad, you earned it.”

He hadn’t mentioned anything about last night’s events and I didn’t even know what to say or how to act, so I excused myself back to my own room. As I walked down the hall, I saw Jason heading towards the elevator. He had a smirk on his face, so I knew Kent had probably told him what happened. I felt awkward and ran to my room, got changed into my suit, grabbed my gear bag, and went downstairs to breakfast. Breakfast was fairly uneventful, I sat with Dave, who seemed not to know what had transpired the night before so we made small talk and discussed the events for the day.

The coach was all business at the meet. He was intense as always and of course encouraged all of his swimmers. He pulled me aside before the first event and said,

“Mike, I’m counting on you to really bring us this title. You have always come through for me, and I know today won’t be any different. Make me proud, like you did last night, okay?” He gave me one of those pats on the ass that lasted a second too long and whispered into my ear, “The best ass I’ve ever had, mmmmm,” as he pushed me towards the blocks.

As a team we had a great day, and we won the overall meet by eight points. I finished second and third in my races and we won the relay, which gave us the overall title. Kent finished just behind me, fourth in both races, and was congratulatory when he saw me. The coach was ecstatic, and told the team how proud he was of us. We arrived at the hotel around 7 and we headed to our rooms to get ready for dinner.

to our room to get ready for dinner.

Dave and I collapsed on our beds after such a long day. I let Dave shower first and packed all my stuff into my suitcase as we would be departing early the next morning. Dave emerged from the shower, clad in a towel and said, “All yours, Mike.”

As I showered the chlorine off me, I realized my ass didn’t hurt as much as it had in the morning. Not that I was looking to do it anytime again soon, but was impressed that it didnt hurt as much as I thought it would. After all, the coach has a missile between his legs and he had made sure to get it all the way inside me. Just like I had seen Dave getting reamed by Jason, I too had learned to take and enjoy having şişli bayan escort a huge dick buried up my ass. I never in a million years would have thought I would have let a man do that to me, but alas, this team provided me with many firsts. My cock began to grow as my thoughts reflected to the activities of the night before, how the coach had me suck him off and then how he completely took me and then finally how I had been filled on both ends by him and Kent.

Dave noticed my huge hard on under my towel as I got out of the shower. He whistled out loud and asked what had suddenly got me all hot and bothered. I just answered must have been the warm water and all the hot guys in speedos today. He must have been thinking about the same thing because he looked like his shorts were pretty full as well.

I sat on my bed and felt Dave’s eyes almost burning a hole in my towel. He couldn’t take his eyes of my crotch. I knew the look. It was the same look I had when I saw the coach in the speedo for the first time. It was a look of hunger.

“Mike, I’ve been jerking off thinking about you, your body, and your hot cock. I wasn’t the only person checking you out today as you stood all confident in that packed speedo. Not for nothing, but I would really like another taste of you.” His eyes drilled into me as he ran his tongue slowly around his lips. He was obviously both very serious and very ready.

Before I had a chance to answer, he slid off his bed and was on his knees between my legs. He unwrapped my towel and let my eight inch engorged cock spring free. Dave opened his mouth and in one swoop was all the way to the base of my hard rod. They way he engulfed my hardness with his warm and soft mouth made me weak in the knees and I had to hold the side of the bed for support. Moving his tongue rapidly and deliberately, he moaned on the way down and drooled all over until he made my entire cock shiny and slick. I sighed out loud and fell back on the bed to let this expert cocksucker go to work. Dave hummed and moaned as he expertly moved up and down my big dick. He gently cupped my balls as well as he dutifully performed his best work. Dave really was an expert sucker; it was obvious he had been trained well by Jason. Dave’s hands roamed all over my body and he began to make small circles around my nips as he continued nursing on my cock. I knew I wasn’t going to last long. Dave sensed this from my moaning and increased his pace on my spit covered tool. He pulled off my cock for a second and began sucking around the head. A pearly drop of precum exited the top, and Dave was quick to pounce on it. He lapped it up, looked up at me and moaned.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

Dave quickly went back to work all the while maintaining eye contact with me. Dave was a pleaser; he enjoyed pleasing. And I was about to please him with a huge load of my DNA. As he tightened his mouth of my cock, he gently slid a finger up my hole. It was unexpected, but it slipped right it and the little fucker worked it in until he reached my prostate. He tapped on it a few times and I felt another spurt of precum slip out. He greedily moaned and gobbled it up. He pushed one more time and I was sent over the edge. I felt a monster orgasm build up in me and thrashed on the bed and yelled out as I shot in his mouth. Dave put his hand on my hip to steady me, but continued twisting his finger in my ass. I emptied myself right down his throat. He moaned as he made three big guttural swallows which I felt around my cock. He held me in his mouth until I grew soft and then withdrew his finger from my ass. I was completely wiped out. He on the other hand, grinned with excitement as he had just taken a monster load with apparently no difficulty.

“Thanks man, I needed that. That’s a talented mouth you got there.”

“Anytime Mike. Thanks for the appetizer. Now let’s grab dinner.”

At dinner, we sat with Kent and şişli escort Jason and the coach congratulated the team and passed around the trophy and took some pictures. He gave us a great speech thanking us for our hard work and surprisingly he singled me out for being the team’s most valuable member. I was appreciative of the achievement and recognition but really didn’t think much of it as it was the team title that was the most important to all of us.

Kent and Jason congratulated me on the achievement, but Kent added a sentence right in front of Jason and Dave which was a bit of a dig.

“So, now the coach has a little pet it seems. Well, just remember who got you there and made you the cocksucker you are now.”

I was not about to let him get away with this, so I quickly replied.

“Well Kent, thanks I guess. It takes one to know one, since you did a great job on the coach a few weeks ago.”

Jason stopped eating his dessert and looked up incuriously, “Dude you blew the coach?”

“Like a pro”, I added, “and he swallowed every last drop.”

Kent gave me look with daggers in his eyes,

“Sorry, man I thought you knew.”

Jason of course always thought with the head below his belt. “Dude, you’ve ) been holding out on us, you could have helped us out when we needed it.”

“It’s never too late, right Kent? I said.

Kent muttered something about not putting up with “this bullshit” and left the table.

After dinner, as we headed back to our rooms for bed. I began to feel bad for exposing Kent but his last comment had bothered me so I didn’t feel all that bad. Dave and I stripped down to our briefs and retired to our respective beds.

Dave and I discussed the events of dinner and he couldn’t believe that Kent had blown the coach. I hadn’t told) him that I of course had done the same several times and there was a good chance the coach’s sperm was probably still in me somewhere. As far as he knew, I had only done oral on the two captains.

“You know, it probably wasn’t a good idea to embarrass Kent like that. He’s the team captain and I would hate to see him and Jason make it difficult for you. Especially if you want to be team captain in the future. Plus, the coach doesn’t like dissention among the team members; you know how important team is to him. You’re going to have to make it right.”

I really wasn’t worried about it, as I knew that the coach definitely was big on me. At at the same time, there would be nothing positive about demeaning Kent in the coach’s eyes, or in those of the rest of the team. At Dave’s prodding, I threw on a pair of shorts and went next door to Kent’s room to apologize to him for my comment.

I knocked on Kent’s door. I heard the tv on. Kent answered the door, already in his shorts, and I noticed that he was alone.

“Can I come in?” I asked.

Kent had a defeated look on his face, and invited me in. I noticed that Jason wasn’t there.

“Where’s Jason?” I asked.

“He’s in Rick’s room playing cards.”

I sat on the edge of the bed and said, “Listen, I didn’t mean to say that comment, I should have respected your privacy. The comment achieved nothing positive, but I noticed in the past days you seemed resentful of my accomplishments and the attention the coach paid to me. I never had any intention of replacing you or displacing you from being the top swimmer, but you have to understand I have to do my best for the team. That is what the coach wants, do you understand that?

“Yes”

“And I’ve done everything you have asked of me, and more. I’ve swallowed every drop of your sperm from the second day I met you. You were the first guy I ever did anything with and the first dick I ever sucked. Ive done anything and everything to please you and make you proud. I’ve done everything for the team. What more do you want from me, man?”

Dave sat down and leaned against mecidiyeköy escort the headboard. “You’re right Mike, and I’m sorry. I had my eye on you from day one, and at first I enjoyed making you submit to me and do what I wanted, especially when I forced you to blow me with an audience. But then I saw you differently. It all started when Jason started the bullshit about taking your cherry. I wasn’t going to let him. But when I saw the coach take you, something inside me snapped. I guess in my mind I always saw that as my job. And it bugged me that I should be the first guy inside you. I know I was an arrogant prick to you at first, but I guess I feel a little more than that now, that’s all.”

I was taken aback by this sudden confession. The sincerity in his words and his eyes were genuine.

“The coach has always been the alpha male of the team, and he’s a great guy. I care for him and would do anything for him, no questions asked. And three years ago, I was in the same position as you. I swallowed him and he took my cherry too. But he had never had a three way before, so when he invited me into the room, I thought I would have a chance at your ass. But he told me in no uncertain terms that your ass was his for the taking and I was only to fuck your face. You know no one argues with the coach. I didn’t think it would bother me, but it did. I felt like he was taking something that was mine.”

“It almost sounds like you were a little jealous, Kent. I’m flattered. Didn’t know you felt that way.”

Kent didn’t say anything. He looked deep in my eyes for a few seconds, moved over on the bed and suddenly was right next to me. He placed a hand on my leg and leaned over and kissed me. His hands grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into him. I literally fell into his arms. He kissed me deeply, passionately, and he moaned as he rubbed his hands over my body

I was dumbfounded from the passion and said nothing, but just allowed Kent to continue doing what he wanted. Kent took my shirt off and licked my nipples and began licking a path towards my crotch. In one swift movement my shorts and briefs were gone and his hand was on my cock. I was rock hard as he continued to lick a path to my crotch. He smiled as he looked at my swollen cock in all of its proud glory.

“I want to show you what you mean to me,” he whispered as he began to twirl his tongue around my sensitive cockhead. He coaxed a few drops of precum out and continued his journey downward. His eyes were closed and he looked so happy and content.

I gently placed my hand on the top of his head as Kent moved up and down on my cockhead, barely stopping to take a breath. He had travelled all the way down to my balls and had successfully swallowed my eight inches without the slightest evidence of a gag.

“You like?” I asked.

He uttered a faint “mmm hmm” which was barely audible given how full his throat was. Kent was an expert sucker and varied between speeds and mouth pressure. I was even more turned on knowing I had the team stud doing everything in his power to please me. After about a minute, I felt that familiar light headedness and that twitching in my balls. I was getting close and Kent knew it. He increased his efforts on my cock with a deeper and quicker sucking.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me shoot, man. Are you going to be a good teammate and take it all?”

Kent whispered a quick ” hell yeah” and didn’t miss a beat. He had his stretched out mouth in a perfect “O” shape and went back to work. I held the back of his head as I began to shoot. My ass bucked up off the bed but Kent steadied me with his arms as he gathered my sperm in my mouth. When I came down from this crazy ride, he pulled off and I saw his cheeks were all puffed out.

“You got all my jizz there, baby?” I asked him.

Kent nodded as he looked up from on his knees. I noticed his eyes were filled with passion as struggled to maintain the huge mouthful I had delivered in his mouth. He then tossed his head back and took my load down in three big gulps. He looked so satisfied.

He then looked up at me and said, “Mike, I want to make love to you.”

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Gym Friends – The Vacation Pt. 01

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The early days of my relationship with Sara are described in the stories centered around our time at the gym as we became close friends. While those are not necessary to this story, it provides a bit of background to our relationship and the context for this brief, intense encounter…

*****

After our months together and keeping all of our meetings secret and scheduled around our days with our husbands, Sara and I wanted to have a few days when there would be no competition for our time and affection. We both continued to be happy, satisfied women at home. But, our lives together also brought us both happiness and intense pleasure.

John and I had discussed going to our condo in Florida to check up on it after a winter of rental visitors. Our rental agent made sure that the tenants were high quality and there was no concern about damage they may cause, but the process generally led to some needs for minor repairs and replacement. Every year, some small appliance would get worn out and a few forks or spoons seemed to disappear. So, a check-up was necessary and also, a good vacation time away from our home in Connecticut. Besides that, the Gulf coast of Florida is beautiful in April and quite relaxing as the weather turns hot there. It also gave us an opportunity to get some summer color before outdoor season began at home. This year, John had a number of obligations and projects at work that were making scheduling a time away difficult. So, I proposed to him an alternative, I told him that as I had discussed our vacation condo with Sara, she had told me how she would enjoy a few days at the beach before summer started. Perhaps, if he didn’t mind, we could schedule a girls weekend away. There would be a few days when he could work late without worrying about being home for dinner and then get his golf game tuned up over the weekend. It would also spare him the annual shopping for dish towels and all the other trips to the store that he enjoyed so much. After a few polite objections that he couldn’t believe I thought he didn’t enjoy those activities, he agreed that it would be OK if I scheduled a girl’s weekend.

After John left for work, I called Sara. She answered the phone with “Hey, are you up for a cup of coffee? If you have the coffee, I have the cream.”

I told her, “I guess that şişli bayan escort tells me what is on your mind this morning.” She quickly confirmed that was indeed on her mind and there were other parts of her body very interested in seeing me for a morning together. I started to ask if we would be starting at the gym but she interrupted me to let me know that the morning workout would be at her place and if I didn’t get over there quickly, she would be starting without me. Since getting together for some morning pleasure was clearly on my mind after the discussion of a vacation away, I hurried to her house without any hesitation.

I was already dressed for a visit to the gym as I entered her house. As I saw her, Sara was definitely dressed for her idea of a morning workout. She was wearing a short satin robe tied at the waist. It flowed from her loosely, showing enough chest to make it clear that she was the only thing under the robe, no other clothes. She quickly greeted me with a hug and deep kiss. Our tongues intertwined as clutched at each other’s body. Her hands gripped my ass tightly to her as I reached under her robe and cupped her bare cheeks. I broke off our kiss, “what has you so worked up this morning? I’m not complaining, but, wow!! You’re most certainly in the mood today.”

She looked at me, “I don’t know. I was here alone starting to get ready for the gym and all I could think of is your naked body. Something got into my mind and I need you to take care of me. Now!!”

I looked at her and saw the total lust in her eyes. “I guess you must have heard John and me talking about you and our discussion got you aroused,” I told her with a smile. She immediately wanted to know what we had been saying so I continued. “I wanted to go down to the condo to see the Gulf and check on things. He has been so busy and isn’t able to get away to join me so I told him that I was going to see if you wanted to go there for a short vacation to help me pick out new dish towels and things like that.” As I continued to invite her on the trip to the condo, I began to massage her breasts through the satin robe. “You’ll have to bring this robe; your breasts feel so good to squeeze through this material. Rubbing you makes your nipples so hard…so enticing…I won’t be able to keep my hands off your breasts.” şişli escort As I continued to talk and massage her, she began to moan loudly.

“Oh yes, I’d love to join you on a trip to your condo,” Sara moaned in response to my invitation and massaging. “I’m certain that we’d be able to enjoy each other’s company and take care of everything that needs to be addressed…we may even find some time to look for new dishtowels,” she continued with a laugh.

I pushed her robe aside and massaged the soft skin of her breasts, kissing her deeply as she moaned in pleasure. My rubbing became more and more intense as we continued our kisses. She pushed her hands under my jacket to reach for my breasts. As our kisses increased in passion, I pushed her to the sofa and lowered her body. I knelt in front of her. “This is what I’m going to do to you when we’re on vacation,” I told her. I spread her legs, pushing her robe aside as I lowered my mouth to her aroused pussy. I wasted no time in spreading her lips and moving my mouth to her already swollen cum button, beginning with strokes of my tongue against her as she moaned in delight. Around and around my tongue pressed against her, tasting her frantic arousal as I pleasured her deeply. My tongue and lips massaged her swollen clit as she moaned in delight. I licked her deeply, then I sucked her clit…returning to licking…returning to sucking as her moans became louder and louder. She begged for pleasure as licked and sucked her. I could feel my own pleasure and desires building as I continued the intense tongue and lip massage of her totally aroused pussy. She squirmed in delight as I continued to enjoy the juicy taste of her aroused pussy. Her hips lifted off the sofa, pressing her pussy hard against my face as her screams of orgasm filled the room. Wave after wave of pleasure flowed from her pussy as her climax filled her body. I kept sucking harder and harder as she orgasmed, sucking every wave of pleasure from her body until she could take no more and moaned for me to stop. I looked up at her naked body, her chest heaving as she caught her breath in post-orgasmic delight.

I needed Sara to return the favor and provide me with the same pleasure that I had just given to her. I stood in front of her panting body as she stared at me. My warm-up jacket dropped to the mecidiyeköy escort floor and I pulled my exercise tank top over my head and dropped it on top of the jacket. I unfastened my exercise bra, freeing my breasts and showing Sara my hardened nipples. I massaged my breasts as she looked up at me with desire in her eyes, her chest continuing to heave. I pulled at my nipples, intensifying my own pleasure. I pushed my shoes off and my hands dropped to my waist, pushing my fingers into the waistbands of both my exercise tights and my panties. With one push, both were sliding down my legs, exposing my heat to Sara. I lowered them to the floor and stepped away from them, climbing on top of Sara as she sat beneath my spread legs.

I leaned down to kiss her. As our kiss broke I moaned to her, “It’s your turn to take care of me.” I felt her hand move between my thighs, beginning to massage my totally aroused, hot pussy. I pressed my hips downward, gyrating my pussy against her hand to intensify the sensation I was feeling. My pleasure was quickly growing as Sara pushed me sideways, lying me down on the sofa. As she massaged my aroused pussy, she moved so that her face approached my hips. I could feel her panting breath on my wet pussy as she took me in her mouth and began to pleasure my clit as her fingers penetrated my aroused pussy. I gyrated against her hand as her mouth clamped down on my swollen cum button, sending sensations of pleasure through my body. I held her head against me, pressing her mouth against my sensitive tip as I lifted my hips to press my pussy harder into her mouth. My free hand pulled at my nipples, spreading the sensations of arousal across my body. Sara sucked harder and harder, her fingers penetrating me deeper and deeper. She continued to enjoy holding my clit in her mouth as she massaged my body. The sensations grew and grew within me. I could feel the climax building deep within me until it exploding, waves of pleasure spreading from deep in my pussy upward, down through my legs and throughout my body. Such a glorious and total climax filling me with delightful waves of orgasmic sensations until I could take no more and begged her to stop.

As I lie there in orgasmic delight, Sara looked at me, “are you sure that we’ll be able to survive all those days together? We could kill each other with orgasms.”

I looked at her, “what a way to go.” and smiled at her.

As we caught our breath and I grabbed my clothes, our discussion moved to planning our trip. And what a trip it was. But that is another story.

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Avon Calling Ch. 5

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Rahim and Sterling’s eyes shot open in stunned bewilderment when they saw their Mom emerge from the hallway, wrapped in a tight fitting blue towel, only to be followed by the same white woman they had themselves, fucked an hour or so earlier. Both boys sighed from the implication of the scene in front of them as Ida crept up behind Deloris, looking as if she were a scared child in the taller black woman’s wake.

“Jesus Christ,” Rahim mouthed, just loud enough for his Brother beside him to hear.

“Mom fucked her too?”

“SHIT,” Sterling replied wondrously.

“Not quite boys,” Deloris mockingly scolded, overhearing what her sons were saying. “I was in the bathroom cleaning up the mess you guys left all over her…you should be ashamed.”

Both boys quickly looked at each other with feigned outrage at their Mother’s bitchy remark.

“You all made a Hell of a mess with this damn living room too…think you both have enough energy left to at least clean up that mess…Huh,” Deloris asked with slightly more poignancy.

Before either of her sons could rebuke her, Deloris waved her hand and said the clean up could wait. “If you guys got anything left in your tank…I got a better idea of how to burn it.”

Smiling broadly from their Mom’s lustful insinuation, Sterling and Rahim each dropped their hands to their crotches and squeezed the family jewels tightly as they watched Ida’s tiny body shiver with a mix of fear and anticipation, beside a now cocky Deloris.

Cracking open a fresh can of malt liquor, Rahim nodded to his Brother and the two boys rose to their feet.

“Did you clean her completely out?” Rahim cockily asked his Mom.

“Well…maybe not completely out,” Deloris smiled back. “I might have left a little for later.”

Each young man took a turn planting a sensuous kiss on Deloris’s lips before turning their hungry gazes on Ida, licking their lips at the thought of getting another crack at her petite and exhausted body.

* * * * *

Having been through the most arduous mental and physical turmoil of her long life, Ida stood mortified in the entrance of the Franklin’s hallway as Sterling and Rahim got up from their seats and kissed their half naked Mother squarely on the lips. Ida swore she could see a twinkle in Deloris’s dark eyes as she watched her sons approach and everything she had told Ida in the bathroom earlier about her relationship with her sons, vividly came to life.

Fidgeting openly as first Sterling, then Rahim, greeted their mom with a lot more than a peck on the cheek, Ida weakly whimpered when she realized all three Franklins had trained their collective eyes and leering, wolf-like grins, right on her.

* * * * *

Sensing the hungry expressions that were burning across her sons’ faces, Deloris leaned over and took Rahim by the arm. Lifting herself up on her tippytoes to whisper into her oldest son’s ear, she quietly told him to walk over to Ida, then pick her up with Sterling’s help, so they could jointly carry the older woman back to the master bedroom.

Rahim squeezed his crotch wantonly and felt his insides sizzle when he heard his Mom lay out her plan. Tapping his Brother on the shoulder, Rahim quickly informed Sterling about the idea before they jointly turned and made the short walk towards Ida’s paralyzed frame.

* * * * *

Rahim and Sterling walked down each side of the narrow hallway with Ida sandwiched between their muscular arms. Ida’s towel clad body rested comfortably between the two boys’ hulking bodies as they carried her towards their Mother’s darkened bedroom. Both boys couldn’t help but steal an occasional glance down at the way Ida’s small titties bounced back and forth inside the loosely wrapped towel as they neared the threshold of Deloris’s bedroom.

Deloris closely followed the flesh train in front of her and could feel her libidinal urges buzzing painfully as her two sons carried Ida Morgan into the lair of her room and then deposited the Avon Woman’s limp body right on the center of the bed.

Just as Ida’s back hit the covers, Deloris flipped on the light switch, illuminating the quaintly decorated room in time to see her sons hovering over top of her crisply made bed.

“MMMM,” Rahim and Sterling each groaned in relief as the weight of Ida’s body dropped from their arms onto the soft covering below.

Stepping back slightly, both boys looked back at their Mom for a silent cue of approval. When they each side the fiery twinkle in her dark eyes, Rahim looked across the bed at Sterling and nodded for him to remove the blue wrap that barely covered Ida’s freshly showered body.

Twisting the cotton fabric of Ida’s towel in his hand, Sterling ripped the bulk of it out from underneath the prone woman’s body until her naked tits spilled free. Reeling in the final few inches of fabric, Sterling looked up and saw the sadistic glow into his Brother’s eyes, when Ida’s complete nakedness was revealed.

“Kiss her Boys,” they heard Mersin Eskort

their Mother say from the foot of the bed. ” I bet you didn’t show her a bit of affection when you plowed her lily white ass earlier, did you?”

Sterling and Rahim each cast a weary smile back at Deloris, knowing she was correct in her assessment. Dutifully bending down to follow his Mother’s order, Rahim took his place on the right side of the older woman’s flat body, lustfully swiping his wide and wet tongue into Ida’s sensitive ear before slipping it over her earlobe, across her juggular vein and then down her soft shoulder.

Eighteen year old Sterling repeated the exact same path as his Brother down the left side of Ida’s body, first gritting his front teeth together on Ida’s earlobe before harshly whispering into the older woman’s ear.

“You think we fucked you hard before, Lady…You ain’t seen nothin’ yet!”

Both brothers worked their tongues down Ida’s tense torso with hungry abandon, freely partaking of her sagging breasts, swirling their tongues up and down her pale, sweaty cleavage and then tracing their superheated mouths over Ida’s round belly, teasing the married woman’s ticklish flesh until she had turned into a quivering mass of cream colored matter on Deloris Franklin’s bed.

With both her sons’ lips lavishly drooling over the line of Ida’s waist, Deloris could tell they were aiming steadily downward, toward the blonde fury V of the Avon Woman’s privates.

Deloris smiled at the image and said, “I bet there’s still some of your cum swimming inside that cunt, Boys…just like a pearl inside a oyster…you want your Momma to go back in there and get it out?”

Seeing the look of perverse agreement twinkle in her sons’ eyes when they looked up at her, Deloris inched forward and closed in once again on Ida’s exposed crotch.

“Sterling…Rahim…wrap those hands of yours around her thighs and pull them all the way apart…that cunt of hers is beggin’ to be licked again,” Deloris serenely ordered.

* * * * *

Brimming with anticipation, Deloris lifted one knee up on the bottom edge of the mattress and waited for her two naked sons to dig their fingers into the alabaster flesh of Ida’s thighs so they could nudge them apart for their Mom.

Seeing Ida’s pussy open up like a blossoming pink rosebud, Deloris playfully licked her lips as she leaned forward to place her mouth against the older woman’s sex.

“MMMMMHHUUMM,” Deloris groaned, as the wet greasy taste of Ida Morgan’s cunt filtered into her mouth for the second time.

Feeling her cheeks brushing up against each of her sons’ supporting hands as she ate Ida out, Deloris made sure to rub the vaginal juices that were roasting on her cheeks against Rahim and Sterling’s skin, so they too could feel just how aroused the demure white woman had gotten, as they stood there watching.

With each of their hands now coated with a combination of Deloris’s saliva and Ida’s vaginal lubricant, Rahim and Sterling each took a few steps back and allowed Deloris to have center stage on the bed as they went about disrobing once again.

* * * * *

Deloris’s belly was flat on the bed’s covers as she laid squarely between Ida’s parted legs, piercing her forked tongue in and out of the whimpering white womans snatch, like a rotating oil drill. With each inward thrust she made with her tongue, Deloris could also taste the droplets of male semen that Sterling had deposited earlier.

Standing off to each side, Rahim and Sterling’s dicks hardened by the second as they watched their Mom pull the glossy white residue of her youngest son’s orgasm out of Ida’s pussy.

Quickly dropping their loose fitting jeans down to their feet, the two Franklin Boys were naked in a flash as they began anxiously circling the bed, waiting for their opportunity to plunder Ida’s prone body for the second time.

Silently making eye contact, Rahim and Sterling finally decided it was time to act and each young man lifted a knee up onto the mattress, making a naked beeline right for Ida’s gasping mouth. Squeezing their jocks with clear intent, Sterling and Rahim honed in on the older woman’s contorting face.

“Not so fast, Boys,” Deloris subtly scolded, temporarily removing her mouth from Ida’s smeared snatch to stop her sons before they reached Ida’s head. “Let the poor woman breathe…Besides…I want to hear her cry out again when I make her cum…she’d choke on those big dicks of yours if she ain’t careful!”

Hearing their Mother’s admonition, Sterling and Rahim took a few cautionary steps backwards and waited, knowing that as soon as Deloris was finished with Ida, it would again be their turn. Crouching down on each side of the bed to flank the two women, Rahim and Sterling masturbated themselves as they provided a captive audience for their Mother’s Sapphic display.

Both boys held their breath, trying to be as silent as possible as the sloppy and moist sounds of Deloris’s tongue Mersin Escort Bayan darted in and out of Ida’s glistening folds. They each could also see the tangible pressure building up inside of Ida’s naked body as Deloris went about her relentless lesbian chore, causing Ida’s bare white feet to shiver frighteningly in front of them, on the foot of the bed.

Rahim and Sterling had to fight the urge to cum right then and there, in their own hands, as Deloris savagely forced Ida to the precipice of release.

“Would you just look at that shit?” Rahim huskily exclaimed to Sterling as he fondled his heavy erection. “Where do you think Mom learned to eat pussy like that?”

“I dunno…,” Sterling wondrously replied. “Gotta find a way to hook her up with some of the girls from the neighborhood, like DeeDee, if she’s gonna slurp a cunt like that!”

“Not a bad idea Bro…never thought of that,” Rahim quickly answered as he continued jacking himself off.

“Goddammnit, Rahim…I think that old lady is about to cum again…I can almost hear her heart pounding from here!” Sterling wowingly observed.

“…Sounds like a motherfuckin’ engine trying to turn over doesn’t she?” Rahim added, as the two brothers watched Ida spastically flinch from the second orgasm Deloris had given her.

“UURRGGGAAHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMAAHHHHHH,” Ida shrieked like a scalded animal eventhough she tried her best to contain her pitiful screams of release.

Ida raw pussy bubbled and spat out against Deloris’s hungry mouth as the black woman lavishly finished sucking every bit of her Son’s nectar from inside the older woman’s womb.

* * * * *

Several moments later, once Ida’s legs had stopped thrashing like a dying fish on the bed, Deloris pulled her saturated face out from between Ida’s thighs with a wet messy sigh.

“OK…Boys…now she’s all yours,” She breathlessly offered.

Rahim and Sterling patiently allowed their Mom to slip backwards off the bed and watched with lurid interest as she wiped the sticky build up of vaginal fluids from her face with the same towel that was loosly wrapped around her body.

Pumping their cocks to complete hardness, both young men edged forward and positioned themselves on each side of Ida’s ashen face.

It was as if the two brothers had a shared silent countdown inside their heads as they waited for just the right moment to drop the heavy, duel weight of their enormous cocks right on the older woman’s flushed cheeks.

Rahim gasped out loud when he witnessed the way his, and his Brother’s, dick looked when they dropped down onto Ida’s pretty face, alternatly banging her facial features like drumsticks on a drum.

Sterling peeked over his shoulder and saw that his Mom had dropped the towel she was wearing off her chest and was now completely naked as she sat on the edge of the bed. He felt his insides buzz with flaming arousal seeing the way Deloris fingered her own pussy as she watched Rahim and Sterling’s cocks land with a fleshy thud, right on top of Ida’s face.

Rahim raised his hand from Ida’s shoulder and subtly guided it up towards the older woman’s mouth. Sticking the tip of his index finger between her slightly parted lips, Rahim cast a hearty gaze up to his Brother kneeling directly across from him.

“Think she could take both our cocks in that pretty little mouth of hers at the same time?” Rahim probed.

“Huh?” Sterling replied incredulously. “You gotta be crazy!”

“Can’t hurt to try…can it?” Rahim smiled back.

Sterling simply shook his head as he allowed his index finger to join Rahim’s at the opening of Ida’s mouth, as the two brothers jointly tried to pry the Avon Lady’s lips apart.

Watching with keen interest as Ida’s lips slowly separated, Rahim and Sterling nudged their knees forward until they both were in position to shove their throbbing cockheads right down the gasping woman’s gullet.

Rahim was first to slip his monster between Ida’s lips and felt the exquisite burn in the muscles of his groin when Ida’s pearly whites grazed against the ultra tight sheath of skin covering his blood filled erection.

Palming his fingers into Ida’s scalp to balance himself, Rahim pulled his cock all the way to the left side of Ida’s mouth to give Sterling all the daylight he could, so he too could ram his rigid manhood down the naked white woman’s throat.

“Bitch…you need to stretch your mouth open more,” Rahim hissed as if he were a cruel dentist barking down at a defiant patient.

Clenching his teeth as his the skin of his cock rubbed against his Brother’s, Rahim watched both virile clubs disappear between Ida’s detached jaws.

* * * * *

From her vantage point at the foot of the bed, Deloris watched as her sons’ majestic cocks dove between Ida’s crudly gasping lips and the only thing she could compare it to were those sword swallowers one would see at a carnival trying to swallow a huge black spear. As Sterling and Rahim’s nearly Mersin Escort identical slabs of meat boared mightily against each other, Deloris frigged herself with ever growing intensity at the sight of her sons’ masculine rampage.

Rolling her fuck finger around her clit with lightning speed, Deloris used her index and ring fingers to press down on the lips of her vagina. Deloris could see the look of unquestioned joy spread across her two sons’ faces at the same time Ida Morgan’s torso was heaving beneath their plowing weight.

With Ida’s mouth completely gorged on the boys’ rippled ebony flesh, Deloris began working her hips awkwardly against the mattress, brazenly fucking herself to the sight of her sons doing what they did best.

* * * * *

So much throbbing cockflesh had infiltrated Ida’s mouth, she felt herself becoming lightheaded from the reduced oxygen flow entering her lungs. Instinctively snapping her eyes open to discern an easier path to breath, Ida began making machinegun like inhales and exhales through her nose, as her surroundings slowly came into focus. All she could see above her however, were the two pistoning groins that took turns inching virile male flesh down her throat.

Turning her head to the side to get a clearer airway for her nose, Ida couldn’t help but catch a glance at Deloris Franklin between Rahim’s bent leg, as she sat nakedly at the foot of the bed watching. Ida was sickened by the way Deloris forcefully rubbed her right hand through her hairy pussy as she watched her two sons have their way with her.

Ida’s bugged out eyes widened even more when, just for a fleeting moment, she swore Deloris Franklin had made eye contact with her. Even in that brief instant, to visually acknowledge to the other woman the reality of the situation, the gleam in the younger black lady’s lustcrazed and contorted eyes caused the 55 year old Wife, Mother and Grandmother to feel as if every shred of her moral dignity had been reduced to smoldering ashes.

* * * * *

“GGGGAAWWWDDDAAAMMIIITTT…SSSHHIITTT…I NEED TO GET FUCKED!!!” Deloris yelled out loud, her face grimacing from the overwhelming ecstacy her hand was putting her body through. Bringing herself up to just the point of orgasm, as she watched both her sons shove their cocks down Ida’s throat, Deloris kicked her feet apart at the last moment and crawled her way up the length of the bed before ordering Rahim and Sterling to slide the white woman over so she could take centerstage on the mattress.

Rahim nonchalantly scooted Ida’s writhing body to the side, to create an opening for Deloris as she laid down in the center of the bed. Tilting the older woman’s head to the side so that she’d be forced to watch Derloris spread out, Rahim motioned for Sterling to ease over and take a position directly above Ida’s exhausted face.

Stroking his aroused cock with his right hand, Sterling hopped up onto the bed and planted his feet on opposite sides of Ida’s head, straddling her ashen face with his sinewy legs. Squatting down slowly, the crack of his sweaty ass descended down on Ida’s shellshocked features until the sensitive bud of his anus softly caressed the older woman’s mouth.

“Kiss that asshole, Bitch,” Sterling softly hissed down to Ida, stroking his own mighty erection as he watched Ida’s small pink tongue emerge from her mouth and tentativly reach for his crack.

At the same moment Sterling had sat all the way down on Ida’s face, Deloris eased her weight up onto her right arm to watch the way her Avon Lady went about eating her youngest son’s behind out. Seeing the way Sterling’s erection bobbed like a club from his groin, Deloris reached out and took his cock between her fingers, lovingly massaging it as Ida inched her tongue up his stinging rectum.

Lightheaded from lust after having his Mom take hold of his genitals in that blunt of a manner, while the naked white woman reamed out his behind, Sterling winked up to Rahim who had, in the meantime, jumped with the precision of a jungle cat between Deloris’s spread legs.

“Mom…did you say you wanna get fucked?” Rahim crudely reminded.

“MMMHHHUUMMM,” Deloris growled in response, before taking Sterling’s cock into her mouth for a quick deepthroat.

* * * * *

Trying to balance himself on the top of his Mom’s mattress as she heartily sucked his cock at the same time the 55 year old white woman swiped his salty ass, Sterling lustfully glared up to his Brother as he wedged his body between Deloris’s legs.

The barametric pressure inside Sterling’s groin fluxuated wildly as Ida and his Mom sucked at his ass and cock simultaniously. Reaching down and patting his Mother lovingly on the top of the head as she tried shoved his cock deep into her gullet, Sterling watched Rahim push Deloris’s thighs all the way apart before crudely dropping his pelvis down on top of hers.

Seeing Rahim’s dense patch of pubic hair mash into his Mother’s, Sterling tilted his head slightly so he could see Deloris’s juicy pink vaginal lips stretch to ungodly proportions, as Rahim brutally entered her.

“GGGAAAAAHHHHHHH,” Sterling felt Deloris moan, as her mouth engulfed his cock the same moment Rahim split her pussy wide open below.

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Autumn Pt. 01 Ch. 02

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Author’s Note

This continues a re-telling of my Homelands series. I’m proud of the original versions but don’t feel that they lived up to their full potential. This time around, you can expect a slower pace, stronger characterization, and a less grandiose plot. This is no longer an epic fantasy, with a huge battle between good and evil waiting at the end. If you read the original versions, you should feel as though you’re revisiting old friends, but you shouldn’t assume that you know how their story ends. If you haven’t, there is no need to do so. This re-telling is meant to stand on its own and is my preferred version of the tale.

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It was only a little past two a.m. when Frank woke up. Despite that, he couldn’t get back to sleep. He tossed and turned for a while, but it was hopeless.

He felt like a little kid, unable to sleep on Harvest Eve because he couldn’t stop thinking about what joys the morning would bring. It wasn’t the pile of presents that kept him up that night, though, nor the hope that he might glimpse Scarecrow Jim through the window. It was visions of his mother that danced in his head, wearing only stockings and heels. Her, and the rest of the family, though none of the others figured as prominently.

Apparently, Frank was still struggling to tell the difference between reality and make-believe, though. Did he actually think that he and his family had been carried off to an exotic palace by a gust of wind? That someone had cast a fucking spell on them?

That must have been a dream. Frank was pretty sure that he had kissed his cousin, but the rest of it? Nah. His subconscious had just needed a way to work through the residual guilt and so had served up an imaginative take on their holiday dinner. He and his mom had kicked butt at Trivial Pursuit, closing things out with a sports question, of all things.

Frank lifted the covers, expecting to find a familiar flabby form. Instead, the paean to masculinity awaited him; the same one he’d inhabited twice since arriving at the farmhouse.

Which they were no longer in.

He hadn’t realized it at first, the room being dark and all, but the bed he lay atop wasn’t the one he’d gone to sleep in. The mattress was bigger and softer, and the patchwork quilt had turned into a silver duvet. There was no heat to combat the October chill, either.

Assuming it was still October. Or that calendar months even applied wherever they were.

Hadn’t he answered that Superbowl question last year?

It was cold, though. A cloud of mist formed in front of his face whenever he exhaled. Yet he wasn’t uncomfortable. It seemed their windswept forms weren’t just easy on the eyes. Now that he thought about, Frank realized that every transformation had offered a temporary escape from aches and pains he’d thought would be with him for the rest of his life, as well as a boost to his vigor and vitality. Shit, they’d even granted a selective resistance to alcohol. Frank had spent most of the day drinking, and he’d had a nice buzz going throughout dinner, but it had faded as soon as dull wits had become a liability. Not as soon he’d changed bodies, which was interesting, but after their stupid game had gotten interesting. Frank hadn’t quite realized it at the time, but, looking back, there was no mistaking the way he’d sobered up. How surprising was it, then, that he wasn’t bothered by extreme temperatures? They probably couldn’t experience any unwelcome sensations while under the effects of the spell, the better to keep them from panicking.

That realization probably should have spooked the shit out of him, but it didn’t. Not even after Frank remembered the ominous letter. It didn’t seem like they were in any danger.

He sat up slowly, which still made the bed creak. A glance to his right confirmed he hadn’t woken either of his brothers. Todd didn’t stir, and Dom wasn’t even there. That might have meant something to Frank if it wasn’t so common for his older brother to sneak off somewhere in the middle of the night to smoke a blunt.

The hardwood floors had been replaced with tile, so Frank had no trouble making it to the bathroom in silence. Unfortunately, the door had become a silver curtain that he couldn’t draw shut without making noise. The grating sound must not have disturbed Todd, though, because his brother didn’t grumble loudly or throw any epithets Frank’s way.

There was a second curtain on the other side of the bathroom. Frank drew it aside just enough to peer past. It looked like another bedroom lay on the other side. The one his sister shared with Brianna, perhaps? That looked like red hair pooled on that pillow.

He fumbled for a light switch, out of habit, but there wasn’t one. As soon as he cursed the nobles for not providing an alternative light source, a glowing orb appeared overhead.

”Holy shit,” Frank said. He looked up through squinted eyes. There was no bulb screwed into a fixture or anything like Mersin Escort that—just a silvery sphere suspended in midair, filling the room with soft luminescence. A terrifying, wondrous thought occurred to him and he asked, ”Did I do that?” In answer, the light winked out. He willed it to return, and it did. ”Fuuuuck.”

Something very strange was going on, and it wasn’t just happening to them; they had what his sociologist roommate called ”agency”, or at least some measure thereof.

Whether that should have reassured, confused, or alarmed Frank was an open question. What it shouldn’t have done, though, was felt familiar. Yet it did.

As soon as the initial wave of disbelief passed, Frank realized he’d done crazier things than conjure a ball of light. Magic had been a part of his life since puberty. An irregular one—it took hours to store up enough energy to do what he’d just done, so Frank tended to use his powers sparingly—but still nothing to get too excited about.

That was why he’d taken everything in stride up to that point. The soothing sludge had kept them all from panicking, but it was far easier to keep someone’s mood from changing than to control their thoughts. Frank had no great talent for mind magic, but he knew that much. He should have been a whole lot more confused earlier, even if he’d managed to keep his emotions in check. There was a reason he hadn’t reacted like someone who’d just had their first brush with the supernatural, though. Because for Frank, that had come many years before. He couldn’t recall any of the specifics at the moment, but a general understanding of things he’d somehow forgotten was starting to return. It was both unsettling and exhilarating, reassuring and yet baffling. He couldn’t stop smiling.

Frank still didn’t know what was going on, who the palace belonged to, or what exactly they wanted from him and his family, but there was no longer any doubt that supernatural forces were indeed at work. Nor that he was capable of manipulating them himself.

His entire family was.

Frank drew a deep breath and looked in the mirror. The face staring back at him was at once familiar and foreign. His skin was fair, his eyes brown, his hair black, and a thick but neatly-trimmed beard covered the bottom half of his face. The red highlights were gone, though, as was the odd little curl at one corner. If he was ever going to look like the guy in the mirror, he’d need to lose some weight—then dye his beard, grow his hair out a little, and switch to contacts. With a little wishful thinking, though, Frank could convince himself that he was looking at his face. That wasn’t something true from the neck down; his windswept physique was more impressive than he dared dream of achieving without supernatural assistance. It was clearly based on his original form, but only loosely.The face in the mirror, however, was more recognizable. He could look at it and think that he wasn’t inhabiting someone else’s body so much as seeing the best possible version of himself.

It helped that he still wasn’t that handsome. Frank liked what he was seeing, to be sure, but also knew that he couldn’t compare to his uncle or his grandfather. And that was fine. Really, it was. Better to be handsome, without any qualifiers, than so obnoxiously good-looking that he couldn’t suspend disbelief when he looked in the mirror.

Lest he change his mind about that, Frank extinguished the light and crept back to bed.

He got under the covers and stared up at the ceiling. A thousand thoughts ran through his mind, but he wasn’t sure he was prepared to grapple with any of them. So he tried counted the stars and crescent moons, just to keep himself distracted. When that didn’t work, he sat up and summoned a couple of the cupcakes Aunt Liz had made, even though they had to be in a plastic container somewhere in a farmhouse that was countless miles away. Now that he’d reclaimed some measure of his powers, that sort of thing didn’t matter. He might not have drawn those particular cupcakes across time and space, so much as created exact replicas. Either way, two of them appeared as soon as he pictured them.

He set one on the nightstand then started in on the other.

A painting on the wall grabbed his attention. He conjured a small light, taking care not to form an orb or anything that would illuminate the entire room.

The dark-haired noblewoman was even more beautiful than the blonde. The bust in the banquet hall did not do her justice. Her silver lips were full and pouty, her cheekbones proud, and her nose delicate. Those dark eyes glittered like amethysts. Her skin was a light indigo and her hair a shade of purple that was at once darker than pitch yet radiant and metallic. Large breasts strained the fabric of her midnight blue dress.

Frank couldn’t bear to look at her for long. The pain of not having her was too great.

So he turned the painting into a flat-screen TV, because that was not only something he could Escort Mersin do but wasn’t even particularly demanding. He felt a little something, as though he’d exerted himself using something other than his muscles, but the strain was less than that needed to solve a simple math problem. Or to create cupcakes out of thin air.

The next spell he cast was different, though. Scrying both took more energy and required that he make a few decisions. First, he had to decide which type he wanted to attempt—he could either focus on a particular subject or specify a set of conditions. The former was guaranteed to work, but required a greater expenditure. The latter might not show him anything but wouldn’t cost as much. Frank opted for the latter, using a version that had foiled many of Dom’s attempts to play pranks on his slumbering siblings. If anyone in the palace was out of bed for any reason other than to use the bathroom, the spell would reveal them to Frank. If not, it wouldn’t show him anything.

The screen came to life immediately with a scene of utter carnality.

Time seemed to slow and space compress. Suddenly, the screen wasn’t on the other side of the room, but right in front of Frank’s face. He could hear their breathing even though the TV was on mute. The smell of their sweat filled his nostrils. A hand was around his throat, yet Frank felt more arousal than panic. Shame was there, too, but mostly arousal.

The ”camera” was zoomed in on a woman’s backside. Though no faces were visible, Frank knew just who he was looking at. Who else but his mother had skin like freshly-fallen snow and curves that defied biological limitations so flagrantly? The only question was who was fucking her, though he was afraid he knew the answer to that as well.

Dom.

It didn’t have to be, though. His brother’s presence was unaccounted for, but that only meant so much. Frank pushed the thought aside and let himself get lost in the enchantment of his mother’s performance. Her ass rippled like the surface of a pond whipped by a strong breeze. Big as her ass was, though, it looked to be free of dimpling and cellulite. It was hard to tell, with the thing in constant motion, but Frank suspected each ivory globe was as smooth as silk. They were also perfectly rounded at the bottom yet tapered into her midsection to form a beautiful heart shape. A waist that slim only belonged on a woman who never ate more than two stalks of celery in one sitting.

Frank had never seen a more impressive sight—except earlier that day, when he’d closed his eyes and pictured what it would be like to have sex with his mother in her windswept form. His imagination hadn’t captured her full glory, but that was more or less what he’d figured it’d be like to fuck her doggy-style. To put her in her favorite position.

In fact, Frank could almost think that wasn’t the first time he’d been hypnotized by the waves spreading across her generous backside; that he’d seen that wondrous vision before, and not just in his mind. Some part of him felt like it knew just how long it took for the ripples to die off after each firm impact, though his brother wasn’t allowing that to happen.

Had Frank ever stared down in wonder as shockwaves he’d delivered lost their momentum, allowing his mother’s alabaster skin to grow still once more only to marvel as the next thrust set her ass to dancing once more? No, he couldn’t have. That wasn’t something he was likely to forget. Nor would he have ever gone back to Rochester if it meant leaving that behind.

Only a few seconds had elapsed, yet it had felt like fifteen minutes. That soon became hours. Frank stared raptly, feeling his eyes go wider and his dick grow harder every time his mother’s ass shook. There were no rolls of fat in her back, and muscles formed somewhat prominent ridges that ran along either side of her spine. She was lean, overall, if not necessarily as fit as some of the other women in the family. Yet that ass. Iggy Azalea would be jealous, and not just because she’d paid serious money for her inferior posterior.

The spell panned up his mother’s back, over her raven mane, and came to rest on a set of toned abs covered in auburn fur. A slightly gnarled hand came into view.

Meaning that Dom wasn’t the only one she was with.

That took Frank’s excitement from eleven to thirteen—out of ten. Some guys thought that MFF threesomes were the only sort worth having, but Frank found nothing more appealing than a woman with a voracious appetite. The few girls he’d been with had internalized societal notions about what it meant to be a ”good girl” so fully that figuring out what they were into and what they weren’t had been like interrogating a criminal suspect. It wasn’t the idea of sharing a woman with another man that appealed to Frank, per se, but of finding a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and didn’t care what anyone would think of her if she made her fantasies a reality. Frank’s ideal woman was so insatiable Mersin Bayan Escort that no one man could satisfy her. That was stupid, he knew; taken literally, it was a recipe for heartbreak. Yet he’d been fixated on the idea for longer than he could remember. When he went looking for porn, he usually found himself watching a DP scene.

The dick his mother was sucking had to belong to his grandfather. That probably should have bothered Frank, but it only added fuel to the fire. He hated that he was so turned on by the sight of his mother having sex with her own son as well as her father, yet Frank wouldn’t have wanted to see her with two randos. That probably would have made it less reprehensible for him to continue watching, in the minds of most people, but it wouldn’t have excited him nearly as much. It wouldn’t have felt right, for all the sense that made.

It was Harvest Eve. She should be with family.

Frank willed the ”camera” to continue its ascent, until it reached his grandfather’s face. That was indeed the one he’d seen earlier. It was contorted with ecstasy now but was otherwise the same, from the auburn beard with silver highlights to the fine cheekbones and slender nose. His eyes were closed and his teeth bared in a pre-orgasmic rictus, however. From the looks of it, Frank’s mother was giving one hell of a blowjob.

Finally, Frank spun the spell around, confirming his worst fears.

It became impossible to breathe. To think. When his lungs resumed billowing and his neurons firing, jealousy the likes of which he’d never experienced took hold. Did it make sense for him to feel left out and even betrayed? No. The last thing his mother owed him was her body. She’d broken no promises by not inviting him to her impromptu sex party.

Emotions didn’t always make sense, though.

Some would also find it strange that seeing his grandfather’s face hadn’t had the same effect on him. It wasn’t like Frank was all that favorably disposed towards the man, after all. Yet neither did the have the same history. Their grandfather could get on Frank’s nerves, but he’d never inspired much in the way of envy. Dom was not only more successful with women than Frank, but had always been their mother’s favorite as well. Up until that exact moment, Frank had thought those two different reasons for resenting his brother; he’d assumed that it was Dom’s arrogance—sorry, the preferred term was ”confidence”—that made women spread their legs for him, whereas their mother let him get away with murder because he was her firstborn. Apparently, though, s he found it hard to say no to him for the same reason other women did, whether he wanted to borrow the car or grunge fuck her.

The spell’s focus shifted again, granting a side view. Frank watched, mouth agape, as his mother polished her father’s knob and Dom continued jackhammering into her. Every now and then, she’d take as much of his grandfather’s huge shaft in as she could, but mostly she just worked the head. That allowed Frank to admire the size of it, wallowing in his own inadequacy. The way Dom managed to slam into her two or three times a second had a similar effect, especially since each impact carried greater force. Yet even after he started to jostle her forward with every thrust, their mother never let her father out of her mouth.

If she had even the slightest problem with his brother’s pace, it didn’t show. Their mother looked to be on the brink of orgasm, in fact. As far as Frank could tell, the damn woman derived great pleasure from the way her son used and abused her; he was tendering her pussy while raining slaps down on ass cheeks that had once been white but were now as red as the lips surrounding her father’s foreskin, and she loved it.

That made Frank uncomfortable, yet he silently urged his mother across the finish line. He wanted—no, needed—to see her cum, even if he wasn’t going to be the one responsible. Shit, he was tempted to turn the volume on even though that might wake Todd up. He needed to hear the filthy words streaming out of her mouth around her father’s cock.

That might even finish him off. Because, yes, Frank had started jerking off to the sight of his own mother having a threesome with his brother and his grandfather.

”You up?” someone asked from off to his left.

Frank’s hand flew out of his pants and snatched up a remote that hadn’t existed a moment earlier. He’d already turned the TV off with a mere thought, but if whoever had just walked in on him realized that he’d done so, that might raise a few awkward questions.

Less awkward than the ones he’d have to answer if he left it on, of course, but still.

”Sorry,” his cousin said. ”Didn’t mean to startle you.”

”You didn’t,” Frank lied.

”Good,” Brianna replied. Without asking permission, she climbed onto the mattress. It didn’t squeak one bit for her, traitorous thing that it was. Granted, his cousin didn’t weigh all that much, but Frank was still both surprised and impressed by her ninja-like stealth. Or perhaps he just needed an excuse for letting her sneak up on him like that. ”Sooooo, what were you watching?” she asked with a knowing smile, eyes flicking towards the dim screen.

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Destined Hearts Ch. 02

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***

It was early in the morning and Antonio was seated on his bed with his mind elsewhere. He wasn’t himself. All he had been thinking of was his boyfriend, how much he loved him and how much he wanted him. He didn’t even call him to say good morning to him and give him a kiss.

He didn’t sleep the entire night. He had been thinking about what his mother had done and how he regretted coming back home. The previous day morning he had been happy, he had been texting his boyfriend and he had been laughing. Had it been someone else that had caused so much anger to him then he would have understood. But it was his own mother.

Antonio heard a knock on the door that got him out of his thoughts. He had no idea why the knock got him so mad but he had a hunch that his mother was the one knocking. He didn’t want to see her so he just ignored it and continued with what he was doing.

He heard the knock again but decided to ignore it. This continued for several seconds until he heard the door opening. His anger got intense and he furiously clenched his fists.

“Please, mom I don’t wanna see just…”

“Antonio, are you okay, son?” He heard his granny’s voice.

He quickly moved his eyes to the door and saw her slowly entering with a smile on her face.

“Are you mad at me, son?”

“No!” He quickly got up from the bed, standing still. “Why would you say that, granny? You know I would never be mad at you.”

Somehow, he felt relieved when he saw his granny. He knew that talking to her was gonna help him feel better.

“But you are also mad at your mother and we never thought you would never do that.” She stood in front of him with her arms crossed on her chest. The way she was looking at him made him feel really sad.

“Granny, you know what mom did to me is not fair.” He complained. “How could she ruin my life like this?”

Granny smiled faintly, dropping her hands. “I know that you are very angry right now. But don’t you wanna have breakfast with your family? It’s the first breakfast we are having together in four years.”

“No!” He didn’t wanna see his mother but he wasn’t gonna tell his granny that. “I am not hungry, granny. I think I will just stay in my room the rest of the day.”

“Why?” Granny chuckled. She was acting as if everything was going perfectly. “Is it because of what happened yesterday?” She sighed. “Antonio, I think you are overreacting, my grandson.”

“What?” He exclaimed, shaking his head. “Are you being serious right now, granny?” He couldn’t believe she was saying that to him. “You saw what happened yesterday. I didn’t…”

“And you think your mother can choose to ruin your life?” She chuckled. “She is your mother, Antonio and I have seen just how much she loves you. She’s doing this for you and your father. I know everything that happened. You owe your life to that boy’s mother and I think it’s just fair…”

“Do I have a choice?” He simply yelled. “Mom just blackmailed and…”

“But you also had a choice, Antonio.” Granny said softly. “You could have left her there and live your own life but you didn’t. I know that you think your mother is selfish but no mother would want to ruin her child’s life. If she did this then she has a good reason to and…”

“Granny, please…” Antonio slowly sat on the bed with his hands on his face. “…I don’t wanna hear about what had happened yesterday.”

“I know that.” Granny sat with him, putting her arm around him. “But I am just saying that your mother was just looking out for your interest. Parents never go wrong, you know. Besides, it was your father who made the vow. Your mother was just fulfilling what she has promised.”

“Granny, I…”

“Please, listen to me.” She pleaded, putting her hands together. “You wouldn’t have been alive without this boy’s mother. Sometimes what parents do for their children may turn out to be a blessing after all. Who knows, this boy might just be the light you need to brighten your whole life. Besides,” She smiled, massaging his neck softly. “I wanna see you marry.”

“Granny, if I wanna get married then I have a boyfriend that I love. I will do that but mom wouldn’t want to see me happy.”

Granny lost her smile and shook her head. She had nothing to say anymore.

“Let’s just drop this topic.” Antonio said softly. “I am trying hard to forget about it.”

“Okay!” Granny raised her hands. “Whatever you say, baby. But I want you to please cheer up and don’t do Ankara escort anything stupid. It’s just a marriage and I am sure you will like the boy when you see him. Your mother has…”

“I don’t wanna hear it.” He said hoarsely. “Can’t we just drop this topic because I have a terrible headache as it is?”

“Okay!” Granny got up from the bed. “But can you eat something? You are really making all of us worried, my son.”

“I am not hun…”

“Antonio, since when did you reject food that was cooked by your grandmother?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I will eat later.” He looked away.

“No!” She shook her head. “I am bringing the food and I will feed it to you. I just can’t sit and watch you torture yourself over nothing.”

Antonio couldn’t say anything. He just looked at her and let her do what she wanted to do. True to her word, granny went out of the room and came back with a plate of deliciously made breakfast. He tried to reject the food but granny made sure that he ate all of it.

Gosh! She was just trying to cheer him up. She was just hoping he was gonna do real soon because she was missing her crazy grandson real badly.

***

“Eduardo, I know what I am doing.” Emilia said with a sigh. “You people just don’t understand anything at all.”

“But mom…”

“Eduardo, he will be happy, I promise you.”

“But don’t you think this is a little too much?” Eduardo complained, staring at his mother. “He is probably hurting right now. Maybe you should go and talk to him.”

“Not now.” Emilia sighed. “I will talk to him later. I know that he feels that I am blackmailing him but I am not. I am doing this because it’s the right thing to do. It’s not like I am forcing him into it.”

Hearing what his mother had just said, Eduardo just looked at her without even blinking.

“What?” Emilia shrugged, raising her shoulders. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Mom, we all saw what you did last night.” He added. “I think that’s what made him agree to marry this mysterious boy of yours. He wouldn’t have agreed to it if you hadn’t done what you did. All of us were scared of losing you. Even I would have agreed to anything with the way I was feeling. He did that because…” He paused and took a deep breath. “…he loves you a lot.”

“And so do I.” Emilia said softly. “You are still young and don’t understand certain things but you will understand when you have a child. Besides, Praveen is the sweetest, kindest and well mannered boy I know.”

“He might be but you know maybe Antonio likes someone who’s crazy, wild and just down to earth.” Eduardo was trying to make his mother understand but she wasn’t.

“He will be happy with Praveen.” She smiled faintly, rubbing on her son’s cheeks. “All I want is to see my son in the hands of someone I know will make him happy, someone that can do anything for him. That boy is Praveen. If anything ever happened to me that I want to leave my children in the best hands. You have Celine and he will have Praveen. I will be happy and I promise he will be happy.”

Eduardo knew that his mother was doing everything for his brother and she was probably doing it for his benefit.

“You are probably right.” He was speaking softly. He took her hands and kissed them. “But I need you to talk to him. He is probably hurting because of what had happened yesterday. He didn’t come for breakfast but please…” He warned. “…I don’t want you two to argue.”

“Yes!” She smiled brightly. “I will talk to him later.”

“Thanks.”

Eduardo kissed his mother’s cheeks and left the room.

Emilia remained on the bed just thinking about her son. She just hoped she was gonna find him calm and cool. She didn’t want to hurt him or find him crying or something worse. She wasn’t gonna back down because it was all for him.

She took a deep breath before she finally left her room for her son’s. When she reached his room, she found him with Andrea and the two were busy talking. But when he saw her, he moved his eyes away and remained quiet. He just didn’t want to see her.

“Hey!” She greeted. “How are you this morning?”

Antonio shook his head and looked at her with anger in his eyes. “What do you think, mom?” He said hoarsely.

“Hmm,” She mourned. “I can see that you are still mad at me and I am sorry. I shouldn’t have done what I did and…”

“Why are you apologizing?” He chuckled bitterly. “Didn’t you get what you wanted? I agreed to marry the boy. I hope you are happy now.”

Hmm, he was madder than she had actually thought? He’d never spoken to her like that.

“Anyway,” She cleared her throat. “I will be sending a message to them. We will go and see them in three days so that you can get to meet him.” She started getting closer. “I am sure you are gonna love him. He is a nice boy and I promise you won’t have any problem with him.”

Just hearing his mother talking about the boy was making him really pissed. He was already clenching his fists, ready to tell his mother to Ankara escort bayan get out. He wasn’t interested in what she had come to say to him. He furiously tried to stand up but Andrea held his hand tightly, signaling him to sit down.

Antonio got the message and he didn’t even bother to stand up. He was just staring at his mother, trying to hate her. But deep down inside, he still loved her so much and just the thought of losing her was making him scared.

“I will be calling his aunt today.” She smiled brightly. “I just…”

“I get you mom.” He said hoarsely. “Why are you telling me all this?” He wasn’t interested. “After all, you are the one handling all this.”

She could still feel the anger in his voice. Emilia just sighed and slowly turned to leave. But she didn’t even take a step. She slowly moved her head and looked at her son.

“You will like him and you will thank me for this, one day.”

She turned and started leaving. But she didn’t even get far before she heard someone call her.

“Mom…”

Emilia stopped in her steps and turned to find her son up and staring back at her. She didn’t even know what to say to him anymore. She didn’t know if he wanted to tell her something bad or reject the marriage or even threaten to leave the country. She knew that her son was stubborn and he could do whatever he wanted.

“Please…” Antonio put his hands together, staring into her eyes. “Don’t ever do what you tried to do yesterday.” He said with tears in his eyes. “You really scared me and up to now, I am still thinking of how I almost lost. I swear if you choose to end your life, I will follow you.”

Emilia’s eyes watered and she got emotional at that moment. But she couldn’t cry. She was definitely happy.

“My son…”

“Please, promise me you won’t ever try to take your life.” He started getting closer to her. “I have lost my dad. I can’t afford to lose you too. You are the one of the most important people in my life right now.”

“Son!” Emilia sobbed, opening her arms. “Please, come and hug your mother. I really want to hug you.”

A tear went down Antonio’s cheeks as he rushed to his mother. He ran straight into her arms and hugged her tightly. Oh! Her hug felt really warm, cozy and breathtakingly beautiful. He had missed her hug and the giggles she was making were somehow taking some of the anger he felt.

There was something about the hug she gave him, something that he couldn’t explain. It was just amazing. He didn’t want to see his mother sad. After all, she wasn’t to be blamed. All this was because of one person.

“Thank you so much.” Emilia pulled away from the hug. But she cupped her son’s cheeks and placed kisses all over his handsome face. “You have no idea how long I have been longing for your hug today.”

“Thank you too, mom.” He gave her a fake smile. “Just be smiling always and I will be happy.”

“Okay.” She kissed him. “I will leave you with Andrea, okay? I have to talk to your granny.”

Emilia laughed before she gave her son one more hug. She kissed her daughter and then left the room. As soon as she left, Antonio lost the smile on his face and angrily sat back on the bed, breathing like a terrible killer.

“What the fuck?” He furiously gripped his hair.

“Calm down!” Andrea rubbed on his neck. “Being angry won’t solve anything right now. But at least you were able to talk to her.”

“It was hurting me.” When he raised his face to stare at his sister, his face was wet with tears. “I just couldn’t watch her being sad. You know how close I am to mom. Seeing her sad was just making things worse for me.”

“And I am proud of you.” Andrea said with a smile. “She doesn’t deserve to suffer after all,” She shrugged. “This isn’t her fault. We all know who is to be blamed for this.”

“Yes!” He clenched his fists.

“But promise me you’ll take things easy.” She sounded really serious. She even lost the smile on her face. “We shouldn’t mess things up. Promise me that you’ll get back all the wealth that boy has stolen.”

“I promise.” He held her hands. “I won’t let that boy take what is ours.”

“Yes!” Andrea smiled brightly. “And I promise that we will deal with him. It’s his fault that this is happening.”

“Yes!” Andrea rubbed on her brother’s cheek. All she needed was the wealth back and secure into her brother’s hands. “I know that you will be doing this for us and our pride. You shouldn’t worry about anything because I am here with you.”

“Thanks.”

“Oh!” Andrea moaned softly, opening her arms. “Come here.”

Antonio smiled and he hugged his sister tightly. He wasn’t happy but he did everything for his mother. He wasn’t used to seeing her sad. But his mind was still on Bruce, his lover. He hadn’t told him anything and he honestly had no idea if he was gonna get the courage to.

He loved him so much and he wished he was with him.

***

Praveen was busy coming out of the house after having a great conversation with his aunt. She was telling Escort Ankara him how much she was gonna miss him after he was married and how she was gonna miss his presence and everything about him.

Unfortunately, his aunt was leaving a few days after his marriage because her eldest son had called her to join him abroad. It was gonna be an emotional day for him and he was gonna miss her so much.

He could still remember how emotional he had been when she told him that,

“Praveen, we will be leaving Ashton after your marriage.”

“What?” He had gasped. “Why? Where will you go?”

She had held his hand and said, “My son wants us to join him abroad. He has a great job now and he wants us to join him so that our family will be complete.”

He had been really emotional after hearing that.

“Oh! You shouldn’t be worried, Praveen.” She had held his hands. “We will be visiting you from time to time. Besides, I know that you will be in great hands here.”

Praveen was really gonna miss his aunt a lot, especially his best friend Mike. They had been his family for two years and he loved them like they were his own. But he understood them. They deserved a good life and he was happy for them.

Praveen was so caught up in his thoughts that he wasn’t even aware of things around him. The next thing he felt was bumping into something really hard that made him take a step back. He was really hoping it wasn’t a person because he didn’t want to hurt anyone.

He quickly moved his eyes forward and oh no, there was an angry looking fat woman in front of him. She was just average with her hair tied and she was in her 40s. Praveen got really scared when he saw the way she was looking at him as if she was getting ready to strangle his neck.

Praveen gave her a little smile and got a little closer to her.

“Hey, Aunt Meg, how are you?”

Meg was Victoria’s friend who lived nearby but this woman really hated Praveen and he had failed to understand why.

“And why did you bump into me?” She said harshly, folding her arms. “Have you suddenly become blind?”

“I… I am sorry.” He apologized. “I was just so lost in my thoughts that…”

“Well, I hope those thoughts of yours included leaving this place very soon.” She said with mock in her voice.

Praveen lost the smile on his face and took a sigh. “What do you mean by that, aunt…”

“It’s simple.” She said angrily. “When will you leave this family alone? Isn’t it enough that you have brought back luck to them? Do you want to kill them too?”

“What?” He slightly closed his eyes as a sharp pain pierced his heart. “Why would you say that to me? You know that I love…”

“You love them?” She chuckled mockingly, shaking her head. “Are you not even ashamed of yourself? They are not your family and yet you stay with them? Why can’t you leave them alone? This family is suffering and yet…”

“But aunt…”

“And I am not your aunt.” She said, causing him more pain. “I have still failed to understand why Victoria chose to keep you here. I mean I am sure she knows that you are bad luck.”

Praveen closed his eyes and breathed. “She was my mother’s friend and you know that I don’t have any other family member apart from my late parents.”

“Hmm, poor you but that doesn’t move me at all.” She laughed in mock. “Who knows if you have other family members?”

“I don’t.” He said softly. “I can’t lie and Aunt Vic…”

“Who knows?” She shrugged. “Maybe they are just trying to hide from you I mean,” She eyed him from head to toe as if she was looking at something really disgusting. “Who would want to be related to you?”

Though Praveen didn’t want to say anything to her, deep inside it was really painful.

“Everyone is probably just hiding away from you and I bet your dead parents are disappointed in you right now.” She added. “Leave this family alone and go live alone. They have suffered enough with you, okay. Leave them alone.”

Praveen couldn’t stay there anymore. He just turned looked and turned to leave her presence. He was really hurt that he just wanted to cry. But he couldn’t do it. He had to be strong. He had no idea if what she had been saying was okay but he was hurt.

However, when he turned to leave, he got the surprise of his life when he found Victoria looking right at him. He stopped and just stood still. He moved his eyes away because he couldn’t stare his aunt in the face. He just couldn’t do it.

“Praveen!” Victoria slowly went to him. “What’s wrong, son? Are you okay?”

She held his hands but he still couldn’t look at her. His voice was completely gone.

“Son…”

“Ah…” Meg chuckled softly, moving closer to her. “…Victoria, leave him. I am sure he’s absolutely fine.”

Victoria let go of Praveen and went to Meg. She just stood there staring at her as if she was her enemy.

“Get out!” Victoria said harshly without any regret in her voice.

“What?” Meg gasped, shaking her head. “Why are you speaking like that and…”

“I want you out of here!” She yelled. “I heard everything that you were telling him. Who do you think you are, Meg?”

To say Meg was surprised would be an understatement. “Victoria? Are you sending me out of you compound?”

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