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“Did you bring the stuff?” Old Lady Walters asked him the minute he swung his leg through the fire escape window and entered the room.

He had to be nuts to be keep doing this, Ricky Davis thought as he pulled his other leg over the sill and then closed the window behind him. His social life was really pathetic if he had to do stuff like this.

Nevertheless, he patted the inside pocket of his parka. “It’s all right here,” he told Walters, as he pulled out the Glad sandwich bag stuffed with the Viagra pills he had filched out of the medicine cabinet back home.

“This ought to be enough to rouse a dead elephant,” he told her as he handed the pills over to her.

“Thanks, sonny,” Walters said, holding up the packet to examine it in the moonlight, and scratching the white whiskers that grew from her chin. “You’re right, this ought to be enough to perk up every one of those limp-dicked old coots around here.”

Ricky guessed there were going to be quite a few randy geezers running around the Happy Valley Nursing Home tonight.

Old Lady Walters took out a couple of pills and downed them herself. Dry. She gave Ricky a smug grin as she smacked her lips.

“What are you doing?” Ricky gasped.

“Ain’t you been reading the papers, boy? These pills work for us women too, you know. Now get going. Why don’t you go say hello to your grandmother over there, for God’s sake?” Old Lady Walters then turned and walked out into the corridor, where she was immediately surrounded by a horde of grasping senior citizens, eager to receive the benediction Walters could bestow upon them from the sandwich bag Ricky had given her.

Meanwhile Ricky decided to take her advice. He turned around at looked at the figure reclining on the bed. He saw that her eyes were open. “Hello, Granny,” he said.

“Is that you, Benny?” she asked, stretching out her arms to receive him. She was thinking that he was Gramps again. Well, why wouldn’t she? He could tell from the old photographs that he was the spitting image of Gramps back when Gramps was in the prime of his life. The codger must not have had a recessive gene in internet casino his whole body. Plus, Granny’s mind was so far gone now that she probably didn’t even know she had a grandson any more. No wonder she thought he was Gramps.

As usual, Ricky decided to play along with Granny’s delusion. Granny deserved a little happiness in her final days, a little reprieve from the tedium of this hellhole. He walked over to her and let her enfold him in her arms.

“Oh, Benny, where have you been?” she whispered, placing his hand inside her nightgown, upon her sweetly wrinkled breast. “Why have you stayed away so long?”

Her tongue found his mouth as she unzipped him and tugged down his pants and underwear. He had to be nuts to be doing this, Ricky Davis thought as he let her massage his penis. His social life was really pathetic if he had to do stuff like this.

Then she performed the maneuver. Her ancient hand grasped his balls and twisted them in that special way that only Granny could do. As always, Ricky found himself instantly erect, with the biggest hard-on of his life (if you didn’t count the other seven times Granny had played her special brand of pocket pool with his testicles).

Gramps had been a lucky guy, Ricky mused. A very lucky guy. He found himself secretly envying the old coot, may he forever rest in peace.

But Granny had fallen asleep, and Ricky heard a familiar voice behind him.

“I see she’s got you all primed for me again. It’s so nice of you to visit your Granny so often, Ricky. You’re such a devoted grandson. Now, have you got any sugar left for the rest of us girls?”

In the dim light of the bedroom, Thelma Johnson looked like the pictures of Jayne Mansfield Ricky had seen in that old issue of Life magazine. It was the blond wig of course. Thelma had twenty-year-old hair sitting atop her eighty-year-old scalp. And the implants. Some greedy plastic surgeon had recently violated an entire cannon of professional ethics to install a set of watermelon-sized tits on the old girl. What the hell, a buck was a buck, Ricky supposed. And he knew the old girl was loaded.

He canlı poker oyna looked down at his granny, who was now snoring peacefully away. He would leave it to one of the Viagra-crazed geezers to service her later. He really didn’t believe in incest anyway.

It always made him feel guilty.

He got off the bed and beckoned to Thelma Johnson. He was still hard as a rock, as he always was for about an hour after Granny performed the maneuver on him. He let Thelma remove his shirt and run her tongue over his stomach. It was the silicon implants, he knew. He couldn’t resist the implants.

He had to be nuts to be doing this, Ricky Davis thought as he ripped off Thelma’s nightgown. His social life was really pathetic if he had to do stuff like this.

Thelma brandished the straps she had removed from Henry Foster’s straitjacket, and, as usual, he let her secure his hands to the hook on Old Lady Walter’s traction device. He was now standing stark naked, practically on tiptoes, his hands tied above his head, and his penis raised in a quasi-Nazi salute, thanks to Granny’s ministrations.

His penis grew an extra inch as Thelma removed the dentures from her mouth, revealing sensuous, toothless gums that would have been the envy of Gabby Hayes. Those sweet gums soon surrounded his manhood, Thelma’s soft mouth feeling like the most active cunt in the universe as she sucked and sucked him like a famished toothless baby at its mother’s breast.

If other guys could only know the joys offered by the toothless, Ricky thought, as he exploded violently in Thelma’s mouth. As usual after Granny’s maneuver, his prick remained firm and ready for action even after he came.

He heard the clatter in the hallway and knew what was coming next.

Sophie Goldstein rounded the corner, her strong hands gripping the aluminum bars of her walker as she inched her way toward Tim. Her blue hair stood in a bouffant not unlike that of the bride of Frankenstein in the old Boris Karloff movie. She looked approvingly at Ricky’s member, still risen in full salute, and smacked her lips.

“Well, I see you’ve poker oyna got him fluffed for me again, Thelma,” she said, gripping Ricky’s throbbing organ. “Really nice job this time too.”

She opened her robe and tore off her colostomy bag. “Now you’re going to feel what is like to be inside a woman, Ricky. Really inside,” she whispered as she impaled herself on Ricky’s organ.

Ricky could feel the wetness of the insides of Sophie’s body, the soft inner lining of her intestine as his penis slid along it. It was so much more intimate than being in a cunt, he thought. When you were in a cunt, you were really still left outside the woman’s body, in a tunnel maybe, but outside nevertheless. With Sophie, he knew what it was like to be truly within a woman, to roam among her internal organs, to feel the true squishiness of her inner depths, rather than the antiseptic, albeit moist walls of a cunt designed only to guide you to the proper place to make your nightly deposit, but never to allow you true entrance.

You could only get something like this at the Happy Valley Nursing Home.

Ricky began to come, just thinking about where he was. He came and came and came again as Sophie milked him with the pulsing walls of her intestines and the practiced muscles of her talented abdomen, which alternately squeezed and released his prick as it thrust into the secret depths of her bowels.

Then he heard it, even as Sophie expelled his throbbing member from her colostomy opening. Someone was whistling the theme from the old French movie A Man and a Woman and prancing down the hallway.

There was only one resident in the Happy Valley Nursing Home who both whistled and pranced on a daily basis, Ricky thought. That faggot Myron Washington.

Washington executed a perfect ballet pirouette as he leapt into Granny’s room. His ten inch member was already jutting toward the ceiling, whether from the early effects of the Viagra or simply because he was glad to see Ricky, Ricky could not say.

Ricky’s wrists strained against his restraints as Washington executed a delightful pas de basque and landed himself in position behind Ricky’s ass.

He had to be nuts to keep coming here, Ricky thought as Sophie and Thelma spread his buttocks apart to provide old man Washington easier access. His social life must be truly pathetic if he had to do stuff like this.

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Music pounded around her. The club was an exclusive one, and had only the best DJ’s turning on any given night. The floor literally vibrated under her feet. She looked at the bouncer that let her in without issue, then at the writhing mass of bodies visible beyond the door.

Swathed in light that shifted like water, the strobes gave an interesting effect to the already interesting décor of the club.

Despite the pristine white columns, giving a very Romanesque feeling to the building, it was more the type of place one would expect to see a vampire, were they to really exist. Dark, shadowed, and very much gothic, as the light shifted, one could see the blood-red marbling on those otherwise perfect pillars.

She turned a full circle, amazed with the dark, gothic beauty of the place.

Soon, she was pulled into the mass of dancing bodies in the center.

It was an all women’s club, most of the members were lesbians, and of very high socioeconomic background. The rich, and sometimes famous, came here to be unknown and with others like themselves.

She was the very picture of gothic sophistication, her golden hair the only challenge to the black velvet that sheathed her slim frame. Fishnet stockings climbed impossibly long and shapely legs, meeting with the sensuous garter belt that peeked through the slit in her gown as she walked.

She found the bar, and found something to her liking.

She had never been a part of the “closed-door” scene here. Those people went into the opulent, beautiful rooms around the outer walls of the building for wild sexual escapades involving nearly any fantasy.

She herself had been in a committed relationship for many years, and only came here to dance.

But she had come home to her beloved Tara and another woman in her bed.

Leila had left in a fit of pain, anguish, betrayal, and anger.

She only wanted a couple drinks and a chance to forget, even if for a while, but she still had no desire to go back into those rooms. A few drinks it was, and with so little food on her stomach from the stress, she was feeling the welcome fuzziness starting to creep around her.

Leila stepped out onto the marble floor, feeling the pulse of bodies and the intoxicating smell of female musk and sexual energy around her. It made her heady, and light-headed.

Alaera saw the golden-haired beauty from across the room, from where she was perched in one of the tables. She quirked an eyebrow, her head cocking slightly as she watched the lithe woman make her way into the crowd. From her elevated seat, Alaera watched the woman’s every motion.

Alaera closed her dark blue eyes, and instantly, the room started to spin. She had the sense that the woman was hurting, and the taste of betrayal hung thick around her. Alaera felt a pang of sympathy and pursed her lips, watching the way the other woman moved, the sinuous contour of perfect legs, and the glimpse of a delicious garter belt underneath. Alaera could not help but smile. It was a favourite for her. There was nothing so sexy and feminine as a beautiful woman in thigh-high stockings and a garter belt. A pair of heels and the right panties could put Alaera into a froth without effort.

Alaera had an amazing sense for that which one felt but would not say. Some called it “a sixth sense” or “Clairvoyance”. It didn’t really matter what it was. It worked. That is what mattered.

Alaera stood, pushing a lock of silken black hair back from her face and stepped down from her pedestal to mingle into the crowd.

Of course, such dancing would have people in close contact, and most accidental touching was ignored. In her current state, Leila didn’t care. She just wanted to forget.

And, in her state, it was easy for her not to notice the woman slipping her way through the crowd towards her.

Leila moved and writhed to the beat of the music, until she felt cool hands slip around her waist from behind, and the feeling of a soft body press against her.

It felt so good…

Leila squirmed a bit, and tried to turn, but the gentle grasp held her firm.

“You are needing escape, I can tell. Let me show you a night that will help you forget,” a simmering illegal bahis voice whispered in her ear.

Leila blinked, not quite sure she heard what she did. Alaera smiled and stepped back only so the blonde could turn but remain in her arms. Leila turned, and stared at the other woman.

“You must have me mistaken,” Leila replied quietly, barely audible over the pounding music. “I just came to get a few drinks and dance.”

“You came to forget.”

Leila sighed. “How can you tell?”

The sable-haired woman gave an expression of concern. “It’s in those eyes of yours. Never a colour of blue-green have I seen before, but it’s the pain and anguish I see more glaringly. Betrayal.”

Leila’s eyes dropped to the floor. She wasn’t sure how it happened, but somehow, amidst the alcohol and her distraction, she found herself on the edge of the dance floor, closer to the wall. “Yes.”

Alaera stepped forward, her lips hovering inches away from Leila’s.

“Let me help you.”

Leila sighed, and looked down… and then, everything went black.

Leila woke in darkness. She was warm, but disoriented. It took her several moments to realize that she was nude, and laying on something that was so heavenly soft it felt like sheepskin. She was covered, but only barely. For the warmth of the room, she was covered only with something light and breathable. She blinked a few more times, and still couldn’t see. Finally, she realized she was blindfolded.

She squirmed, reaching to try to remove it, only to find her hands and wrists bound. She could move only a small amount.

She started to panic, and yank against the thick, soft bindings. That is, until, she heard a familiar voice.

“Shhhh…. You are safe,” the voice told her.

Leila froze. It was the same voice she had heard earlier in the club, from the mesmerizing, dark-haired woman.

Leila felt soft lips trail across her cheek, and press to her lips in an intense kiss. As the kiss ended, she could feel the fabric covering her lift, and the warmth of another form next to her. A hand slid over Leila’s slim form, a gentle, feminine touch. Hands started to roam over her body, touching and caressing every inch of her skin.

She was confused, and wasn’t sure what to do. But when she felt those hands cup her full breasts, gently rolling her nipples between soft fingers, the only noise she could muster was a groan of pleasure.

Fingers trailed lower, and trailed over her thighs, moving inward.

“You know,” the voice told her, “those fishnets and that garter belt were absolutely delicious on such beautiful and supple thighs as these.” The hand moved inward, and gently urged Leila’s legs to part.

Leila gasped as she did, and the hand came up between her legs, soft fingers playing over the velvety, womanly lips.

“How wet you are already. Here you are, helpless, bound by your wrists and ankles, blindfolded, and at my mercy. You like it, don’t you, my sweet little pet?”

Leila whimpered, and nodded. A purring groan of pleasure met her ears.

Lips kissed gently down Leila’s cheek, over her chin, and to her throat. The nibbling and sensation of the other woman’s tongue was amazing.

“Tell me your name, my pet.”

Leila struggled to bring herself together enough to even muster speech.

“Leilatha Vaeris. Leila.”

The hand between her legs never relented, soft fingers probing into warm, wet depths. The other hand came up to cup Leila’s breast. Then, she felt lips, and tongue working over her nipple.

Leila gasped, and squirmed, her senses on fire.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. Leila, you will call me Mistress. Am I clear?”

Leila nodded, and bucked her hips slightly, feeling the fingers surge into her deeper.

Leila gasped as the kisses trailed lower, and she could feel her Mistress’s tongue working over her soft skin. The other woman pressed her body tightly against Leila’s and slowly squirmed lower, positioning herself between Leila’s legs, now spread and held in place by the bindings.

Alaera’s eyes were filled with lust, and the heady feeling of power, as she looked up at the beautiful woman held captive and in illegal bahis siteleri her thrall. The heavenly scent of Leila’s arousal filled her nose, and Alaera’s mouth started to water. Her fingers were still inside her slave, and Alaera could feel how tight and aroused Leila was.

“You are mine to do with as I please, Leila. Do you understand me?”

Leila groaned softly, and nodded. “Yes.”

“Yes?” Alaera asked in an emphatic tone.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Alaera smiled, and rewarded her slave with a slow, trailing kiss over the inside of Leila’s thigh that caused the bound woman to squirm. Then, she reached under the sheepskin, and found an item she had hidden there earlier. Long, silvery-purple and bearing a slight curve, the phallus was large enough that Alaera was concerned she might hurt Leila if she wasn’t careful. She slowly removed her fingers, leaving Leila squirming and whimpering.

“What, baby? Do you want something?”

“Please, Mistress….”

“Please what?”

Leila only whimpered, and it made Alaera smile. The dominant woman pressed the tip of the phallus against Leila’s wet, swollen opening, and flipped a switch. The instant vibration made Leila’s hips buck, and she cried out in pleasure.

Slowly, Alaera pushed the vibrating toy into the other woman, watching Leila squirm and writhe.

Alaera leaned down and inhaled Leila’s scent again. It was too much to bear. She leaned forward, and kissed Leila’s sex.

The sensation of her Mistress’s tongue and lips against her clitoris was ecstasy. Leila couldn’t stop the cries of bliss that escaped her lips.

Alaera dove into Leila’s swollen womanhood; the vibe pressed deeply inside her now, Alaera’s lips and tongue working over the other woman’s soft nether lips.

The feeling of Leila’s thighs brushing against her face, convulsing around her head, her hips bucking against Alaera’s face was so sensual, so sexy, it made her ravenous.

Alaera’s tongue went again and again against Leila’s clit and to lap around her nether lips, trying to catch the delicious nectar of her pet’s arousal.

Leila could feel her Mistress’s tongue as it traced lovingly over her sex, never a single spot left unkissed.

Alaera could feel her pet coming closer and closer to orgasm; the fine muscles clenching around the phallus told her of what was about to come.

“Not yet, my beautiful pet, not yet,” she murmured, as she slowly pulled her tongue from Leila’s throbbing pussy. She smiled in pleasure as she heard the bound woman whimper and squirm as the Dom removed the vibrator.

Leila suddenly felt empty, almost painfully so as she hovered so close to orgasm.

Alaera stood fully, and Leila could hear her rustling around. She started to speak, but then she felt Alaera’s fingers on her lips.

“You are not to speak, unless to express your pleasure. Silence.”

Leila became silent, but her body ached. She needed her Mistress… and badly.

The bed shifted slightly, and Leila could feel the warmth of Alaera’s body next to her, pressed against her side. Hands trailed across her tender skin, drawing gasps and groans of pleasure from Leila’s lips.

Alaera came up, and pressed her lips against Leila’s fiercely, intensely. The kiss was returned, and Alaera knew she was completely in control.

The Dom broke the kiss and pulled back, leaving her bound, blindfolded slave to turn towards her, almost whimpering.

“I want you to feel something, my sweet little slave.”

Leila could barely stand it. Her curiosity was killing her. She could feel Alaera shift some on the bed, and finally, she felt her right hand being unbound. Alaera’s hands held hers, and as Alaera guided the hand to the skin of her taut stomach, it was hard for Alaera to control herself not to groan in pleasure.

She guided the other woman’s hand lower, past her naval.

Inside the darkness of the blindfold, Leila blinked, and she audibly gasped when she felt what she did.

Her Mistress wore a strap-on phallus, but not just any strap-on. From what she felt, it seemed that it had two ends; one that was obviously used on the recipient, and a second part that was impaled deeply canlı bahis siteleri into her Mistress’s, dripping-wet pussy.

It was short-lived, as her wrist was re-bound to the bed, taking with it the beautiful juices that coated her fingers.

Alaera shifted slightly, nudging Leila’s legs apart. She shifted between them, hovering over her captured slave. She leaned down at kissed the blindfolded woman, shifting her hips forward slightly. She knew she had to be careful, given the lack of sensation in the strap-on that a man would have, and how incredibly tight Leila was.

A single motion with her fingers, and the phallus shuddered to life with an intense vibration that made them both gasp.

The vibration made entrance easier, and soon, Alaera’s hips met Leila’s.

It was a slow, gentle motion, but finally, Alaera’s strap-on was buried entirely inside of the gasping, writhing woman under her.

Leila’s head was spinning from the sensation. She felt her Mistress shift a bit, withdrawing her hips and the vibrating cock, and enter again.

It was pure heaven… a moment of sheer bliss and absolute heaven.

Alaera started a rhythm, slow and gentle, and Leila could feel the intensity of the textured, vibrating strap-on as it entered her deeply and pulled out over and over.

She couldn’t hold back anymore, the composed Dominatrix groaned in pleasure, feeling the vibrations deep in her pussy where the other end of the sensual tool was. It was intense, and made more so with the picture in front of her.

The beautiful blonde woman, bound to the sheepskin covered bed, blindfolded, completely at her mercy… and her legs spread wide.

Alaera started to move a bit faster, feeling the thrust of the vibrator push up into her with each stroke, as intensely pleasurable for her as it was for Leila.

The slave whimpered, the sensation of her orgasm building again. She shivered in Alaera’s arms.

Alaera leaned down, and pressed her lips to Leila’s in a soft, sensual kiss, her lips parting slightly. Her tongue slid out, trailing along Leila’s lips.

Leila groaned, and her tongue met her Mistress’s, dancing and caressing as Alaera picked up speed.

Alaera’s orgasm started to build. The earlier stimulation of kissing, touching and licking Leila’s body, combined with the phallus that had been inside her since she started was now coming to the front as she stroked in and out of her beautiful slave.

Leila started to shudder, and whimper. “Oh… oh, Gods…. Mistress….”

“Yes?” Alaera asked with ragged breath. “What is it, my slave?”

“Oh gods… I am going to cum, Mistress…”

Alaera groaned and arched against the bound woman harder, her hips now pumping in and out faster.

“Yes…. Yes, my sweet little slave. Cum for me, cum for your Mistress,” Alaera whispered, her breath irregular.

The earth might have moved at that moment. At least, it did for these two women.

Alaera felt Leila start to writhe more, and her soft, ragged whimpers turned to intense screams of ecstasy. At nearly the very same moment, all the sensations built up, and Alaera desperately needed release.

Her once smooth motions became ragged, and she jerked, feeling her own pussy spasm uncontrollably.

The orgasm that washed over her left her seeing stars. All she could see, feel, smell and touch was Leila.

Both women climaxed, reaching orgasm simultaneously. Their hips rocked together as one, and as Leila strained at her bindings, Alaera clutched at her.

It seemed to last forever. The intense tingling and fire spread through them both, and slowly… it subsided.

Alaera slumped forward, against Leila’s heaving breasts.

Several long, endless moments passed, and Alaera couldn’t stand it any longer. She squirmed only enough to reach the bindings over Leila’s head, and finally released her arms.

Instantly, Leila wrapped her arms around Alaera tightly, pulling her down, pressing her body against Leila.

Both women’s heartbeats started to slow finally, as did their breathing. Alaera reached down, and carefully withdrew the vibrating cock from Leila, then untied the straps and slid it from herself as well. She groaned, and leaned back down to press her bare breasts against Leila’s, kissing her again.

Leila could feel those lips brush against her ear, and then she heard a soft whisper.

“I told you I would set you free.”

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Captain of Her Heart Ch. 02

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I strode through the airport and plastered on my regulation smile. After all, I was a flight attendant and we were known for being eternally happy. I wore mine like a grimace, secretly hoping to snarl at some unsuspecting brat and send them screaming back to their mommy’s arms. I felt like being mean and my reputation served me. Everyone who flew with Tawnya Simonsen knew that she was a consummate flight professional but try to touch or get close to me and I’d chop your head off. I never liked relationships and I wasn’t about to start now.

Being a flight attendant had served my purposes well. I could meet hundreds of people without having a lasting connection and my fucks had been nameless, faceless women from every continent, sometimes not even speaking English. But sex was a language that everyone understood and pussy was pussy. I decided to stop by the Delta desk and see if Anita was there. I’d been itching to get into her pants and nothing started a flight better than a juicy piece of ass.

Ah, luck! The beautiful and delectable Anita delGado was at the desk, her thick, curly hair falling in a black waterfall over her shoulders. She was assisting a customer but the slight smile that curved her luscious lips when she glanced my way was enough to tell me that I had been noticed. When the customer was given his tickets, his bags checked and sent on his way, she turned to me with a sexy smile.

“Hi, güvenilir bahis ‘Nita.”

“Morning, Tawnya. What’s up?”

“My blood pressure every time I get around you.”

She smiled prettily. “You’re such a flirt!”

“So why don’t you ever take me up on it?”

“Because I’ve heard of your reputation, Tawnya.”

I moved closer, just enough to appear like two friends sharing a secret but I really took a deep whiff of her perfume. “So? What’s that got to do with a quick bit of heaven?”

“It has everything to do with it. I don’t want to be a notch on your sexual bedpost.”

“Aw, Anita! I would never think of you as a notch.” I licked my lips, thinking of the taste of her spicy Spanish poon. “You’re far too beautiful for that.”

“So what am I if I give you what you want?”

“An appetizer.” I answered, itching to stroke her breast that was just an inch from my fingers. “A spicy, creamy appetizer that will melt on the tip of my tongue.” I grinned at the blush that rose on her cheeks. “You won’t have to do a thing except let me drink from your fountain.”

“Jesus, Tawnya, you’ve got me so hot … “

I leaned as close as I dared and gave her earlobe a quick suck before whispering, “Put the 10 minute break sign out and meet me in the Gold Circle bathroom.” Without a second glance, I stowed my pull-on behind the desk and headed off to the bathroom. türkçe bahis A few seconds later, Anita knocked lightly and I yanked her into the tiny room, locking the door and pushing her to the wall while pushing my tongue into her mouth.

Anita reacted like the Spanish wildcat that she was. She pulled me to her, unbuttoning and pulling her jacket off, then working on her blouse’s buttons. I pounced on her cinnamon globes as soon as her bra appeared, greedily sucking and licking through the lace demi-cups and pulling the fabric down until her dark chocolate nipples appeared. I sucked that soft flesh into my mouth like a meringue puff, violently licking until it hardened on my tongue. She hissed, pulling my mouth away to give me a rough kiss before allowing me to move to her other nipple.

She pushed my face into her breast meat, mashing my nose into her flesh as she gasped at the roughness of my attention. I quickly left her glorious chest and dropped to my knees, shoving her blue polyester skirt up and licking up her right thigh to the center of her hose. Anita shivered and moaned, fumbling with the elastic waist of the hose but I grabbed her hands, pushing them aside. Using my fingers, I ripped a hole in the center panel, jerking it open with both hands and reaching in to tongue the wet gusset of her panties.

“Fuck!” Anita ripped the hose away herself and pressed her fragrant cunt into my face. güvenilir bahis siteleri I growled, enjoying her aggressiveness and bit her lips and clit through the cotton of her panties. She reared back, half-gasping and half-screaming and I took the opportunity to rid her lovely pussy of its covering, thrusting my tongue inside her steamy crack. Her body trembled in my hands and I pushed her legs farther open, burrowing deeper. My tongue met her weeping hole and I pushed it up as far as I could into her, fucking her until she was gasping my name with each stroke.

Her first orgasm burst on my tongue like biting into a ripe, juicy peach. I whimpered, rubbing my nose against her clit and licking her lovely cream up. I continued, licking and suctioning her juices and she came again with no noise other than a loud gasp. I ratcheted up the tension, licking faster and sucking harder and when Anita reached that peak, I shoved my finger into her asshole and sucked on her clit so hard that she shouted. Her body vibrated and thick, sweet cream flowed onto my tongue. I hummed as I swallowed it, gulping and licking while Anita fought to keep herself upright, her pussy still clenching as I dutifully cleaned it.

“Fuck! That was the best appetizer I’ve ever had!” Anita breathed, pushing her skirt down as I stood up.

“Sorry about the hose. I owe you a pair.”

“Don’t worry about that.” Anita put her arms around me and gave me a kiss that made my nipples harden like stones. “Come see me after you get back.” She checked her make-up and dropped the hose into the trash can. “And then you can pay for the hose by giving me an entrée next time.”

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A Very Long Pause Pt. 04

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Finally home after work, there was no discussion or suggestive comments by Mom that evening because about an hour before quitting time, the boss informed my crew to expect some voluntary overtime, and he knew that I would not turn down the extra money. A late arrival at home reduced supper to a sandwich followed by a shower. Head on my pillow, Mom’s words to me the previous morning, “We need to talk,” navigated my waning imagination to a serious-minded sit-down with my mom in which she would set rules and limitations about our newfound morning activity. Minutes later, sleep.

My slumber must have muted my dad’s morning bathroom racket because I awakened to Mom’s voice and a few squeezes on my calf which were quickly followed by her folding the sheet and blanket off of me toward the foot of the bed.

The same length of her short slip the previous morning, the hemline of her loose-fitting green and white robe, her college colors, exposed that part of her that I was eager to see and touch the most. The top half of the robe disclosed no buttons, and even a drowsy morning eye could detect that Mom had not concerned herself with panties or brassiere.

Standing beside my bed and turning off my alarm clock before it announced the morning, Mom looked down with a delightful expression on her face and questioned, “No underwear last night? I get to see you soft? Mommy will take care of that!” When the sheet had passed across my exposed cock and I partially arose to get out of bed, her left hand instantly applied downward pressure to my chest.

“We still need to talk but stay there. I want to do this,” she said, accentuating the word “want.”

My gaze fastened to her unprotected pubic hair while my right hand sprinted downward to indulge my now hardening sex meat, but she blocked it. House robes were not supposed to be that short, which prompted my original intent to let her watch another one of my performances.

“I want to do this,” she repeated. “Mommy wants you soft so I can make you hard, and Mommy has wanted to play with this weenie for a long time.”

Weenie? Damn, I hadn’t heard her say that word since before primary academy.

Unfettered, her eyes were not looking at mine but focused on my exposed cock now embraced by her curled, active fingers. Mom slowly fondled my boner, and it grew while I reached to feel and caress her soft thighs that helped frame the profound circumference of her pussy. I did not pick up on the expressions “camel toe” and “puffy pussy” until years later. Mom’s enticing legs were still not far enough apart to allow me full access to her most secluded womanhood.

My beautiful mother did not stroke me up and down as I was wont. Instead of perpendicular to my torso, she pointed my cock almost parallel toward my chest to, I assume, get a better view and touch of my accompanying testicles, or maybe it could have been as simple as, she liked it that way. I felt her hand around my rod as well as her fingers touching my stomach as she pumped me. She seemed fascinated with some form of touching and pleasing my entire package.

The morning event was not all about me. Mom’s legs were stunning. A 37-year-old woman’s shapely legs embrace a different perspective when a man is granted the privilege of looking up those legs and seeing his objective, his woman’s sex. Brown hair, full but not long, covered her slit.

“Touch,” she whispered, as she guided my fingers to her bush, “but not inside yet.” The added “yet” instilled hope in my desires, but I was content to follow her instructions.

“Does my hand around your cock feel better than your hand around it?” she asked, as Mom continued to stroke my cock, her fingers intermittently grazing over my ball sack.

“Yes. I love this,” was all I could come up with.

“Say ‘Yes, Mommy.’ Call me Mommy,” she murmured.

“Yes, Mommy. I love this,” I quickly responded, “Your hand-fucking is the best.”

“I still like watching you do it, and I want more of that too,” she said without interrupting her attention to my cock.

Mom then instructed me to talk to her, to tell her exactly what I was feeling, and she added, “I love watching you cum. You are so grown up.”

Those words launched a wave of pleasure straight to my sack. Mom had been telling me about how grown up I was long before my graduation. My knowledge of that made me feel confident around her, in the classroom, and with my occasional girlfriends, but now, feeling her skilled hands and seeing her focused on my solid piece of meat, the term “grown up” had a richer meaning.

I interpreted her request for me to talk as a clear path to talk about sex. I began to talk about giving her the same type of pleasure but using expressions like “bush,” “fuck your pussy,” and “finger fucking.” She was not offended by that language but smiled when I expressed those words.

I had previously considered going down on the only girl I had ever engaged in sex with, but it never materialized. Some of the photos in my buddies’ magazines did not omit pictures of young men with thick, long cocks güvenilir bahis and tongues that busied themselves with muff diving. A few times I even got excited looking at those hard dicks, but I never stepped in that direction.

“Does your pussy like tongue?” I asked. Mom did not answer, but she kept smiling, her strokes became faster, and her left hand moved to her pudgy sex box, brushing aside my hand and covering her slit. Mom’s legs parted more, and her index and middle fingers became busy rubbing her pussy, then sliding inside and reappearing, side-to-side repetitiously across her wet pussy lips. That motion and her verbal reaction to my words sent me into orgasm with my eyes locked on her wanton fingers dancing around and inside her vagina, not noticing where my cum was landing. The sex sounds her fingers made predicted her soon-to-arrive orgasm.

“Oh fuck” were Mom’s words when she bent over my stomach, her tits smothering what was left of my rigid penis, while her left hand still moved over and around her vagina to facilitate the last remnant of her utter satisfaction. She lay there, still, for a few seconds with no concern about the warmth or wetness of my sperm sandwiched between her and my stomach.

“Like doing my weenie?” I asked, smiling and remembering her using that word.

In a soft voice her reply and laughter were clear, “Yes, I like your weenie. You know I do, but I love your cock much better now that my Baby is grown up.”

After we visited our respective bathrooms and readied for work, Mom met me in the kitchen sitting at the dinette, coffee ready. She took honey with her coffee, and it would later become one of my favorite coffee ingredients when I did not take it black.

Mom talked first and explained that she had raised my sister’s pay after changing Sister’s work hours. Mom co-owned the small business where they both worked. I began to understand this move. Leaving for work before my dad, my sister’s earlier morning departure would give more play time for Mom and me.

“Tomorrow morning, these,” she motioned, her hand curling toward the white blouse that covered her breasts. “But we still need to talk. I love you.”

“I love you, Mom.”

After that short exchange, Mom raised her finger, pointed toward her lips, and the tip of her finger touched them twice. Message understood, I got up, bent over her, and we kissed, long, full, and our tongues played unrestrained.

“Get to work, young man. Hey! Listen. To answer your question, yes, I would like some tongue between my legs. It would be my first time. Shut the door on the way out, please.”

Because my sister now left for work earlier than anyone else, she arrived home first in the afternoon, then Mom, Dad, and me in no certain order. The point is that any available time for Mom and me to be alone in the afternoons or evenings was rare; even then it was likely only a few seconds or minutes at the most. Still, Mom had become physically closer in the house touching, squeezing my arm, letting her knee linger against my leg under the table, sitting a little closer to me on the couch, or tugging a belt-loop on my jeans to pull me closer to a cabinet or the fridge or a door.

A short hallway led to the garage, and if she needed something in the garage where she had stocked a spacious walk-in pantry, she told me to get it, but each time she followed behind me under the guise of showing me what to bring up.

While in the pantry, Mom and I never wasted a moment to exchange quick but full kisses. Our hands were always busy in silence because on the other side of the plywood pantry wall, Dad was regularly occupied working on something.

Friday morning, and our mutually satisfying activity, more gratifying each morning, was a week in progress. Seconds after awakening by Dad’s morning bathroom routine, the predictable thoughts fixated on my mom’s bedroom entrance, and my cock and balls began their inevitable male reaction to that line of thought. After a few minutes, my door did not open, so I rolled off the bed, slipped on a t-shirt, and stepped into an empty hallway illuminated only by the dim sunlight from my bedroom window.

I had not heard Mom enter the master bathroom nor were there any sounds emanating from it. That notwithstanding, at the same time she stepped out of the bathroom smiling at my exposed hardness jutting out from the bottom of my t-shirt. She reached up to cover but not touch her unclothed breasts, and winked. I do not recall ever seeing my mother wink before. About four feet away and lowering her hands, Mom’s smile did not dissipate: perfect teeth, what I would gage as medium but full breasts, pert, hard nipples slightly longer than I imagined, no detectable pudginess in her stomach, a pleasing waist that highlighted even her pajama-covered hips, but the thin, pink pajama bottoms prohibited any further visual journey.

Speechless, probably because of my level of sexual experience, I returned her smile.

“I love your dad. You know that,” she seriously whispered, never blinking or diverting her eyes from türkçe bahis mine. “He was a little better before. I don’t know what happened. What he and I do in there every Sunday afternoon,” pointing toward their bedroom, “there’s no playtime for me. He feels me. He’s on top. His boxers still on. He finishes, disappears in the bathroom, then the garage.”

I sensed that Mom had just related to me the short version of their Sunday afternoon bedroom events, but she did not convey these personal details to me in a “poor-me” tone. She had moved closer as if intending to engage in tête-à-tête, but there was no break in her words. The clarity in her testimony sought intimacy, not solace. That clarity was confirmed when her breasts now touched my t-shirt, and she reached down to encompass my cock, pulling back the foreskin to uncover its head, looking at it.

“I need to feel this, to look at it. You are so grown,” she reminded me while feeling my sack.

As she continued to stroke, I removed my t-shirt and received the full gift of skin-to-skin contact with the extended, hard points of her nipples, then the warmth and softness of her full breasts when she moved even closer. We stood there, kissing, tongues competing while my mom afforded me the privilege of touching, feeling her boobs, even holding my hand and guiding it down inside her pajama bottoms to discover the soft, dew-covered flower between her legs, making sure that I had no difficulty feeling.

“Your bed. Right now!” she managed to get out without breaking our kiss.

Mom’s pajama bottoms were off on the floor in the hall before I lobbed my t-shirt to the foot of my bed. Our hands and tongues behaved as if they were on a long-awaited touch and taste tour. Her nipples, now fully extended, goaded me to kiss, lick, and suck them. She and I admired her nipples at the same time, then Mom proudly caressed her breasts with both hands, offering them to me.

“Nice, don’t you agree? Go ahead. They’re yours, they need your gentle attention badly.”

I easily reciprocated by holding her breasts while teasing her hardened nipples with the tips of my thumbs. Her perky nipples seemingly became even harder. Both of her hands then went into busy mode, one around my cock and the other softly around my neck guiding me to her face, lips, nipples, and neck.

Her “playtime,” as she phrased it, continued slowly and settled in place. Ever cognizant of the exigencies of time on a workday, Mom hastened the strokes of my cock and whispered, “You first. Lie back.”

In the bed and on her knees, she looked down, beating my meat, caressing my balls with the other hand, occasionally moving her hand from my sack to rub her pussy with those same fingers, and smiling through the entire occasion. Bending over, she kissed my stomach, then became the first to kiss my shaft. As much as I anticipated, she did not kiss or lick the head of my cock or take it into her mouth. Still, that, plus the accumulation of our morning activity were enough to trigger my climax. I vowed to learn how to put my own orgasm on the back burner and to let my mom have even more fun. This was too good!

With warm drops and strings of cum from my navel to my chest, she smiled even more, and I ended my few moments of carnal pleasure with, “Mom!” She then grabbed the t-shirt from the foot of my bed and quickly dried me, and within seconds she was on her back, legs narrowly apart, pulling my right hand toward her pleasure nest. She stopped between kisses to insist, “You do me now.”

My “doing her” was a pleasure but not time-consuming. I think that Mom must have been ready when I caressed her love box in the hallway, and during our playtime in the bed, she continually touched or rubbed her pussy. I liked watching her pleasure herself, and I relished the feeling of her growing climax, the firm little nub near the top of her pussy, the increased wetness beneath my hand with the two fingers that she insisted on, and the now expected, “Oh, fuck! I needed that. I wanted you to play with my pussy. I needed it in the hallway, and I do need this,” she softly said to me with her fingers toying around my rod.

With one exception, my first full exploration of my mother’s beautiful body was uninhibited: That exception was her words to me after we were both on the bed that morning: “Play, but no fucking this morning. Later. I’ll tell you.”

My room became our morning sexual playground. There was no discussion about incest or the taboo of me being her son or her being my mom. It simply never came up.

Perhaps narcissistic, my consideration for Dad’s feelings was absent each time Mom pumped my cock or made the last few strokes before my orgasmic explosion, nor did I imagine what he might think if he knew about me feeling and kissing Mom’s tits, tonguing her nipples, or guiding my fingers over, around, and inside her saturated pussy when she approached her climax predictably accompanied by the expression “Oh, fuck!”

We had no time for coffee or breakfast that morning.

The following day, Saturday, was half-day work schedule güvenilir bahis siteleri as usual. After making up for a skipped shower the night before and getting ready for work, I met Mom in the kitchen drinking coffee wearing her long black robe. As soon as she turned to hand me a cup, I noticed that her opened robe revealed crimson panties along with other captivating features. Setting the cup on the dinette table, her free hand slipped around my neck, pulling me to her and Mom saying, “I have plenty of these for you,” just before kissing me the same way we had kissed in the hallway the previous morning.

Breaking the kiss, she informed me, “your dad is in town picking up more shelving for the garage, and Sister did a sleepover at her friend’s after a late night out.” While telling me this, Mom’s right hand busied itself unbuckling my belt, unzipping my jeans, and tugging out my cock.

“Ever do this in the kitchen when Mommy wasn’t here?” she asked, and before I could answer, Mom’s pumping motion had already increased and primed me to respond. “Yes, I have, Mommy, but you doing it feels a lot better.” She had previously used the word “Mommy” repeatedly, and I had noticed, for whatever reason, it brightened her eyes and urged her on.

My fingers eased inside her robe and lightly circled her nipples while she jerked me off. Mom stopped stroking, bent down, and kissed the shaft of my cock like she had done before, but a longer, wetter kiss, sucking the side of my shaft, she wet the tips of her fingers and let them tease the helmet of my cock.

“You like?” she asked when straightening up. “Yes, as much as you like,” I responded, and Mom hastened the pace of stroking me. “More next time, Sweetie,” she injected, then smothered me with another tongue kiss.

That and her next words, “Mommy is milking you. Cum for Mommy” set off my orgasm.

“It’s just us, and Mommy wants to see your big guy shoot,” she whispered while I kept feeling her nipples, getting in a kiss every few pumps.

A few more strokes and Mom reached for a dishtowel on the counter, smothered every drop of my warm load, and smiled the entire time, showing that she was not only pleased with her achievement but clearly enjoyed it. I noticed her smelling the dishtowel, twice, before tossing it into the sink.

Without zipping me, Mom carefully pushed me into a dinette chair, shoved a cup of coffee in front of me, and sat down across the table as if everything that just happened was simply routine.

“I love kissing my man down there,” she informed me while swishing her toes back and forth under the table over my still exposed cock. The dinette table in the nook was a four-seater and far from large enough to prohibit my mom’s foot play.

Seeing the smile on my face and without waiting for me to comment, Mom added, “Better next time. You will like.”

My thoughts did not deviate from her words as I left for work, and those thoughts continued during the remainder of my short weekend shift that morning. Most of the work was routine prep work for the following week. I also thought about how and when I would return the special pleasure that she had given me in the kitchen, guessing that she would have no objections. Although I had thought about it, I never attempted to go down on the only girl with whom I had been sexually involved, but I knew about oral sex and had fantasized about it a lot while beating my meat. I was confident that Mom would have no reservations.

Getting off work shortly after one o’clock and arriving home, I noticed Dad installing the new shelving in the garage when I returned from work and pulled into the driveway. We talked for a while, and I offered to help him. He told me he was almost finished, but that Mom was upset and that he would talk later. I made my way inside to find Mom in silent tears sitting at the dinette. She wasn’t boohooing, but it was evident that she was emotionally troubled.

“Not right now” was all she said to me when I asked her what was wrong.

Showered and a change of clothes, I looked forward to some time out with a couple of my close friends at the shooting range followed by barbecued ribs on the river where one of them lived. Both buddies had made plans to attend a local junior college at summer’s end, but because the job I had landed after graduation paid so well, my plans were different.

After an unusually early arrival home Saturday evening, I heard Mom and Dad talking in the den. Soon after, Dad approached me in the kitchen and handed me a letter which explained why Mom had been disturbed earlier that day after I had gotten off work. The letter’s return address, Selective Service System. I had a pretty good feeling what was on the inside but did not want to believe it.

“Greetings: You are hereby ordered for induction into the Armed Forces of the United States,” etc.

I had never been a newshound but was mindful then that Vietnam was still a serious fight in the Far East in the early 1970’s. Disheartened but not shocked, I was somewhat surprised by the date of the letter and what I determined an early report date to the induction center, this Thursday. It was then that I noticed the date of the letter, two weeks earlier. I had to wonder if Dad had been holding back what he also knew was a military draft notice.

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My name is Brandon, I am six foot even with blue eyes and dark brown hair. I am toned without a six pack, and fit without being able to run 20km. I am better than average physically and mentally and about to strut over to the most exclusive campus party around. I have only just recently moved to the inner city university campus known as Saint Brezhine’s. Previously I had suffered through a community college in order to acquire enough credits to attend a ‘real’ university. In comparison with the community college I had lovingly dubbed ‘Scatsdale’, the new university ‘Pomp and Circumstance’ seemed like a massive upgrade. The building were several hundred years old at least, covered in green mildew along the sides and, in places, reminiscent of some of the gothic architecture I had seen in British and French churches. The buildings were astounding and seemed to expand their eerie, sombre, yet graceful features late at night (particularly once I had taken a few puffs from my weed pipe).

It did not take me long to get into the swing of things. Almost immediately I worked out which lectures did not require attendance, the minimum amount of tutorials that I could miss without failing the relevant unit and, most importantly, the time and date of some of the campuses most exclusive parties. The Big Kahuna night, Fright night (weirdly six months before Halloween), Kilts or shorts night and Drink a Fuck Ton of Beer night (admittedly after a few months the names of the events became increasingly crude and simplistic). Every Friday, Saturday and even on some Wednesdays I attended one or other iteration of the mentioned parties. Some of the more interesting parties of course tended to be off campus either on a boat, or in an underground club, in which some of my friends were able to organise some E tablets. After 2-3 months of constant drinking and occasional drug abuse however, it became clear to me that neither my liver nor my grades were appreciative of my selfish actions. I consequently decided to narrow my parties down to one carefully selected party per week.

One Friday afternoon after classed had ended I decided to check out the bulletin board for some secret parties. My friends wanted to go to the local pub’s happy hour, but after feigning illness I was able to dodge what I considered a sexual proving ground for ‘newbies, drunks and psychopaths.’ On the way out of one of the more majestic Gothic buildings that retained a broad archway from the 18th century, I casually strolled across one the campus’s smaller lawns to check out a small and unimpressive brick building that had been created for the student council/gym equipment. The bulletin board was stuck using simple thumb tacks to the overpainted door frame of the building. I started to scan for anything of interest… lost property… upcoming finals for fine art… basketball tryouts… phantom of the opera tickets… After looking over the double sided sheet a few times (having to flip it around and read it upside down like a dunce) I noticed that there were no official or unofficial parties listed. Not even one with subliminal text such as ‘study room b maths practice’ or ‘food meat swap’. With a sigh of exasperation I moved away from the bulletin board and instead headed in the direction of the girls dormitories, hoping to run into some girls that I knew.

I had been here previously a number of times during drunken one night stands, and yet surprisingly I had never run into these girls again, but of course the large size of the campus made this understandable. After walking for about 10-20 minutes I realised that I was near the edge of the güvenilir bahis campus, and had not seen a single girl outside. Strange I thought, before I remembered that most of them were probably at the local pub. I was about to turn around and head back when, in the corner of my vision, I saw a pink slip of paper stream across the grass. Somehow the wind managed to whip the paper right into my face. After experiencing a momentary flash of anger, I realised that the paper had become stuck to my face. I pulled the paper off and was about to throw it away, but paused after noting what was written: ‘Slumber party at Alexa’s: invite only’; in bold, curly letters. There was also a picture of the girl in question, smiling with brown hair down to her shoulder blades, size C breasts and a strong frame to carry them around. I noticed that she had a naughty and even enticing expression on her face and was immediately turned on. I looked at the address and realised that it was merely 5 minutes’ walk away from my current position, back towards the university, but on the outskirts of the girl’s dormitories. With a heady mix of lust and adrenaline, I began to strut towards the location. I recalled the Bee Gee’s music video Staying Alive, where the singers moved with comparable confidence and vigour, and began quietly singing and humming the song as I got closer to Alexa’s party.

The building housing Alexa’s party had a gothic façade in keeping within the aesthetic of the campus, but had been built much more recently. I had been in one of the rooms before, and it seemed typical of dormitories that I had seen in ‘Scatsdale’, which is to say cramped but doable for 3-4 people to sit down. I had to go up to the third floor, but once there I found the right dorm. Number 303 which similarly styled in the way of Alexa’s invitation form. With a barely moment’s pause I rapped my knuckles against the door. The door opened and Alexa stood before me. She was even more enchanting in person. Initially her eyes showed great kindness with a clear desire for some naughty behaviour, which I of course was willing to provide. But upon seeing me she began to frown.

“Can I help you?” She asked.

“I’m here for the party.”

“I’m sorry, but invite only”.

“But I have this bottle of vodka” I said, pulling an expensive limited edition absolut from my bag while putting forward my most charming smile.

A smile began to warm her face as she considered this turn of events.

“I can’t make exceptions when it comes to men I’m afraid”.

I began to frown as I realised my gambit had failed.

She raised an eyebrow and said while smiling, “I didn’t say that you couldn’t come in though.”

I began to chuckle and walked over the threshold.

The first thing I noticed was that the dorm was much bigger than the dorms of ‘Scatsdale’ and Pomp and Circumstance’ that I had seen previously. The main space was huge, it had a full kitchen, entertainment space (including three four seater couches) and a running twister game with girls who were playing in various stages of undress. The second thing I noticed was Alexa snatching the vodka from my hands and staring at me with curiosity. It did not take long for to understand why. I was shrinking, seemingly everywhere at once. My head, chest, feet in particular began to feel tight as I noticed the ceiling increasing in height. Aside from simply shrinking, I could see my fingers and nails begin to lengthen, with each passing second they became more and more slender. While this happened my feet and arms also became more and more slender. Hair that had proliferated along my body began to disappear, while the texture of my skin became softer and softer. Simultaneously I experienced a shrinking sensation in my genital areas, and an expansion of weight above my türkçe bahis rib cage. Small lumps appeared on my chest and expanded into size B breasts. Concurrently my penis and balls began to contract, creating an uncomfortable vacuum effect. I could not see beneath my pants, but after a while began to notice the vacuum sensation fade, only to be replaced by what I can only describe as ‘missing limb’ syndrome. Finally, my hair and face began to change. My nose began to shorten, my ears came closer to my head and my lips began to push out and naturally pout. My hair began to grow quickly and, change colour. My hair stopped at my shoulder blades and looked to now be platinum blonde.

The feelings of constriction and expansion stopped. I noticed that I had dropped a few inches and was likely around 5″7 or 5″8.

“What the fuck!” I yelled, and immediately experienced regret as a shrieking soprano voice ripped from my pouty lips.

Alexa grimaced.

“As I said, boys aren’t allowed in.”

“I…I… I need to sit down.”

“Please come this way” Alexa said, looking somehow concerned and amused at the same time.

She led me over to one of the couches and asked if I would like something to drink.

“Ummm… vodka?” I replied churlishly.

She nodded, ignoring my irritated reply.

As she moved off, I noticed that the girls on the twister board had stopped playing. They began to move toward me, and each of them gave me an impromptu hug. They were all drunk and struggled to ben over without falling on top of me, it was however, impossible for them to avoid shoving their breasts in my face.

“What’s your name?”

“I… Br-Mel. My name is Mel.”

The girls started to giggle.

“Brammel?” Two of them asked while shaking from laughter.

“Mel, just Mel I replied with a slightly dour voice.”

“Okay Mel. Well welcome to the party!” One said with beautiful green eyes, long blonde hair and an iridescent complexion.

“Would you like to play with us?” A short brunette asked while trying to prevent her C cup boobs from falling out of her singlet.

“Sure. Why not.” I smiled in response.

“Very good.” I turned to see Alexa out of the corner of my eye returning with what looked like a Sex on the Beach… some strapons and some lube.

Confused, I looked over to see that the girls were removing the twister mat and replacing it with a few yoga mats connected with Velcro straps. Aside from the Brunnette, the blonde and Alexa, I noticed a girl with short cropped blue-tinged hair and tattoos along her arms. Her boobs were comparatively small, compared to the others, but on par with the size B boobs that I had recently gained. She began to move towards me hungrily, and in a moment of panic I began to say

“stop… stop…stop…”

Suddenly everyone in the room stopped moving and began to frown. Seeing my distress Alexa asked the girls to stand in the corridor for a moment. The three other girls, then shuffled out of sight.

“I can see this may be quite distressing for you” Alexa said while dropping next to me.

“I don’t quite understand what’s happening.”

“You are a woman and this is a lesbian slumber party”, she responded without missing a beat.

“I know that but…”

“Listen, I want you to know that I think you are beautiful.” As she said this she slid her right hand over my knee.

My heart began to flutter as I heard this, no one had ever called me beautiful. Certainly not as a man.

“Do you think I’m beautiful?” She asked with her imploring eyes.

“You are amazing.” I cupped my mouth in surprise, I had not expected such an answer to come out.

She began to smile.

She began to stroke my knee with her right hand, while pulling up towards my hip. I güvenilir bahis siteleri felt a small tingle every time she moved her hand up and began to breathe heavily. She noticed my lack of composure and brought my face round with her left hand. Up close I noticed her cute button nose, and clear blue eyes. Compared to Alexa, I had a very slight frame, and in close proximity she made me feel safe. While thinking this she started to stroke my face and edge her hand toward my pussy. My breathing grew louder and she leaned in and began to kiss me. Our lips were similarly pouty and pushed against each other quickly and intensely. She tuck her tongue out and I retuned in kind. Lapping in and out, out tongues formed a sweet and delicate bond that was mirrored the emotions that I was begging to feel for her. After becoming lost in sensation, she pushed me over onto the couch and put her hips either side of me. She started to literally rip my clothes off me, first my Foo Fighters t-shirt and then my jeans. She managed to teat my shirt off, but had to ask me to politely assist her in taking off my denim jeans. Following this she was able to tear my boxers off me. I gasped as I saw my new pussy and commensurate landing strip.

“How convenient” I thought while in a state of heady ecstasy. Alexa started licking and sucking my tits. In response I moaned and pushed them closer together. At this point, my body felt electrified at each point of contact between Alexa and I, I felt ecstatic. This feeling was accentuated by her hand pushing against my clitoris, causing me to yelp. She momentarily stopped.

“Too much?” She asked.

“Too much” I responded.

We both then began to giggle. Following this she shifted her body down the couch so that her face was facing my pussy. With little warning she began slowly and sensuously licking.

What a thrill! I began to squeal…

“hnnggh”, “HNNNgggH”!

Each time a sound escaped my lips it was higher and higher pitched, and the sound alone was hot and helped to turn me on. Finally, I felt a gushing sensation as my pussy gave up and orgasmed. I sighed. Having noted the orgasm, Alexa came up to kiss and swap my cum with her. I licked my lips and smiled.

“Yum!” I said while giggling.

“It’s not over yet” she said, with a devious smile spreading across her face.

Alexa bent over and picked up two of the strapons that she had left on the floor. “Pink or black?” She asked.

“Pink!” I exclaimed.

As I said this Alexa noticed my fingernails and toenails change. Now they were a bright hue of pink, just like the dildo!

Laughing, Alexa said “I guess there was some magic left after all”.

Gently pushing me into position she asked me to spread my legs as she attached the strap on.

She pushed me back into the couch as she fixed the strapon to her hips, and then started to insert. To begin with it felt painful. I yelped in pain while Alexa quickly and determinedly shoved the strapon further in. I was then caught between a feeling of ecstasy and pain, which helped to get me over the sensation of discomfort. Alexa then started to move back and forth. She cupped my breasts for support and then started to hammer me with the strap on. With each successive thrust of the strap on I felt sexier and sexier. Alexa was so beautiful and strong, and her vigour only turned me on harder. I began to shriek in ecstasy as the strapon hit all the sides of my pussy. I felt so safe and amazing with her! A spark of love entered my soul as she fucked me within an inch of making me incoherent, but just before I passed out from the combination of pleasure and pain, I came. Panting with beads of sweat on her brow, Alexa winked at me. I winked back.

“That was amazing!” I said with lust in my eyes.

Alexa pushed me back over and began to make out with me. After a few more minutes of swapping saliva and tongue wrestling, she moved up on to her knees and looked seductively at me.

“This ain’t over yet. Your turn girls!”

To be continued…

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Carl finished his third and final picture of nude Camilla around a quarter to six; he paid her, and she reluctantly put her clothes on, for she had to hurry over to Luvlee’s and begin stripping and lap-dancing there.

Before leaving, she said, “Remember sir–I mean, Carl–feel free to rape me again any time; I’ll let you.”

“Don’t say ‘rape’, Camilla!” the artist snapped at her.

“Sorry, ravish me again any time you want,” she said, shaking with fear from his bad temper, but also aroused by it. “I like it when you’re forceful…I love you.”

Carl took her by the hands, looked her in the eyes, and calmly said, “Camilla, you hardly even know me.”

“I know enough,” she said.

He gently put his hands on her cheeks and said, “You’re not even close to knowing enough. You know my cock, that’s all. You ‘love’ an idea in your head about me. I can’t live up to that; no man can. Look, I expect Belle to be better by tomorrow, and I’ll resume working with her–I can concentrate better with my sister posing nude, because I’m not an incestuous sicko. If she’s still sick tomorrow, or if at any other time she can’t pose for me, I’ll call you–give me your number.” She promptly searched in her purse for her name card, and he continued: “And from time to time, when I’m not busy with other things, we can fuck if you like. But I’m not committing to anyone–especially not with girls half my age.”

“I’m 18, the age of consent,” she said.

“That makes no difference to me,” he said. “I’m not committing to anyone or anything but my art. I’m a free man, and I want to stay that way. Sorry, Camilla, but that’s just the way I am.”

“OK, I understand,” she said with a pout. She gave him her Luvlee’s card, which had her home address and phone number, and left.

*********************

Camilla walked into Luvlee’s ten minutes later, and saw Candice wearing black lace underwear at the bar. Candice was looking at the Luvlee’s website on the laptop there, and this gave Camilla an idea.

“Hi Candice,” she said when she got next to her friend. “Can I see the computer for a second?” Camilla took off her dress as Candice turned the laptop around.

“Sure,” Candice said. “What for?”

“I wanna know if I can post an ad on the Luvlee’s website,” Camilla explained.

“An ad? For what?”

“A photographer/movie camera guy. I wanna do porn,” Camilla said while finding a page on the site where she could post such an ad.

“Why am I not surprised?” Candice asked with a smirk.

Camilla typed in the ad. This is what it said: “Luvlee’s lap-dancer looking for experienced photographer/movie cameraman to make porn photo galleries and movies with her. Must have professional attitude. If interested, meet Camilla in Luvlee’s; bring portfolio. Will give you one free lap-dance.” She also included her cell-phone number.

Candice looked at the ad. “Cameraman? Sounds like sex discrimination,” she said.

“Oh, fuck political correctness,” Camilla said. “I want to flash my pussy for a guy.”

“And you’ll give him a free lap-dance?” Candice asked.

“Of course,” Camilla said, “so I can know how big his dick is.”

“Crucial in finding the best cameraman, of course,” Candice said facetiously.

“Absolutely,” Camilla said in all seriousness. “Then I can do POV porn with him.”

A man asked Candice for a lap-dance, and she said goodbye to Camilla and went with him.

Camilla sat at the bar in her white underwear for several minutes, surfing the internet. Business was unusually slow for a Thursday evening, and Camilla was surprised at not having had anyone ask her for a lap-dance; normally the customers found her so irresistible that she always had difficulty getting a moment to rest or use the washroom. For this reason she’d often considered asking the boss to have güvenilir bahis toilets installed in the private rooms; then those with a taste for urolagnia (or coprophilia, for that manner) could enjoy watching her use the toilet between lap-dances.

After a few more minutes of boring waiting, Camilla received an even bigger surprise than the lack of business: Akemi, her Japanese-Canadian classmate, the one with lesbian feelings for her, walked into the bar!

Camilla ran up to Akemi. “Akemi! Hi!” she said in a cheerful, high-pitched voice. She threw her arms around the shy Asian, who trembled with fear and desire at Camilla’s touch. “How are you? So good to see you! I never thought I’d se you in here.”

“I never think I come in here, too,” Akemi said. “I embarrass, but…I don’t know…” She was breathing heavier and heavier, for Camilla was still hugging her close.

Correctly assuming that Akemi had learned about Camilla stripping in Luvlee’s from all the usual gossips at school, and that Akemi wanted to satisfy the urges her Catholic faith made her ashamed of, grinning Camilla asked, “Would you like me to give you some lap-dances?” (She asked Akemi in a manner that made the titillating offer sound as innocent as fixing her a cup of tea.)

“Oh, well…okay,” Akemi said haltingly, frightened and excited at the same time.

“OK. Just let me get my purse,” Camilla said with a smile. She got her purse and dress from the bar, and she led timid Akemi into a private room.

They sat down, and Camilla, sitting on a chair opposite where Akemi was, asked, “So, are you glad we’re finally graduating next week? No more of that awful school and its restrictions?”

“Yeah,” Akemi said, still shaking with fear and guilt about what she was about to enjoy. “Then I go to university, in Toronto, far away from my mommy/daddy. Freedom!” She sounded almost happy saying that last word.

“I know what you mean,” Camilla said. “I felt that freedom the second I moved out of my mom’s house: I hate that bitch!”

“Camilla, you can’t say that. Must respect your parents.”

“Only when both my parents are respectable people,” Camilla said, then she unclipped her bra at the sound of a new song beginning. “I guess it’s time to get out of my underwear,” she said.

“Oh, you don’t have do that,” Akemi said, scared of her desire.

“Why not?” Camilla asked, shaking her large breasts as she took off her bra. “You’ve already seen my naked body a million times in the change room in gym class.” She pulled her panties down to her feet. “What do you see now that you haven’t seen before?” She kicked off her panties and high heels.

“I don’t want make you feel embarrass,” Akemi said, turning her head to one side.

“Akemi, do I look embarrassed?” the now completely naked stripper asked her. “Don’t be shy, sweetie. Look at my body; enjoy yourself.” Camilla put her hands on Akemi’s cheeks and gently moved the trembling girl’s head to see Camilla’s breasts, which she wiggled for her viewing pleasure. “Would you like to touch them?”

“Yeah, but…” Akemi guiltily stammered. “I don’t want make you feel like sex object.”

Camilla got up and sat on Akemi’s lap, facing her. “Honey, I am a sex object. I like being a sex object. I like turning people on, including you.” She put Akemi’s hands on her breasts. “There, d’you like feeling my tits?”

“Yeah, but…” Akemi sighed, feeling the greatest pleasure she’d ever had. “I feel guilty…sin.” A tear ran down her cheek from the fearful thought of what her devoutly religious parents would think if they’d seen her there.

“Sweetie, it’s okay to have sexual feelings for me,” Camilla reassured her with a soothing voice. Then she blew in her ear and said, “I’m flattered that you’re hot for me. Really. I think it’s sweet. Don’t be ashamed of your türkçe bahis feelings. It’s just sex.”

“But Bible say lesbian, gay…is wrong,” Akemi said in tremulous moans as Camilla pushed her breasts against either side of Akemi’s face.

“Akemi, I’m Catholic too, but I know the Bible is as much the word of man as it is the Word of God. Homophobia is man’s prejudice, not God’s law. I’m not ashamed of my body: I’m like Eve before the Fall, and that’s when she still had God’s grace. I believe that’s how Jesus saves us, by bringing us back to that time of not judging. You shouldn’t be ashamed of your feelings for me, either. Nudity is beautiful, not dirty.” She put her right hand up Akemi’s skirt.

“No! Don’t do that!” terrified Akemi shouted between sobs, stopping Camilla’s hand from getting any closer to her genitals.

“Akemi, I wanna make you feel good.” Camilla’s left hand gently took Akemi’s hand away and she touched the moist spot on Akemi’s panties with her right hand. “Lap-dancing men is easy; you just sit on their dicks and rub. But to give a lesbian pleasure, sitting on her lap won’t be enough; I will tickle her between her legs–it’s only fair.” Camilla gently stroked the area of Akemi’s underwear where her clitoris was; she squealed her appreciation. “Is that how you like to be touched?” Camilla asked.

“I don’t know…I never…do that.”

“You’ve never masturbated?” Camilla sneered her surprise as she continued tickling the sighing girl between her legs.

“No…too dirty…ah!”

“Sorry to say this, Akemi, but you and your family are really uptight. How do you satisfy your urges? You must have wet dreams regularly.”

“Yeah…I do…oh!”

“Do you have wet dreams about me?” grinning Camilla asked as she kissed Akemi’s cheeks.

“Yeah, always you…Only you…ah!”

“That’s so sweet, Akemi. I’m flattered.” She kissed Akemi on the mouth. Then with her left hand, Camilla reached for her purse and took out a box of breath mints. Not liking Akemi’s bad breath (it smelled of seaweed), but not wanting to hurt the sensitive girl’s feelings either, Camilla took out two mints, one for each girl, to save face. Camilla quickly chewed hers and swallowed the crunched pieces, as did Akemi. Then Camilla put her tongue in Akemi’s mouth. The Japanese-Canadian girl’s body shook with excitement as they continued French kissing for several seconds. Camilla’s fingers roamed all over Akemi’s soaking wet panties, feeling her clitoris, her hymen and her labia through the thin underwear. Akemi’s clitoris was rock hard now, and there was a puddle of moisture in her panties. Her sighs and squeals were getting higher and higher pitched. Camilla didn’t find the plain-looking, somewhat overweight 18-year-old Asian attractive at all, but she sensed her seemingly unfulfillable longing, and felt compassion for her; she could identify with the restrictions imposed on Akemi’s freedom, since Camilla’s own mother had been quite a tyrant herself. Camilla wanted to help the girl learn how to let go. Indeed, the girl was learning how to let go: now Akemi was returning Camilla’s kisses with equal and even greater passion than Camilla had been kissing her. They kissed, nuzzled, and licked each other, all over their faces and necks. Camilla then brought her breasts up to Akemi’s mouth, putting her right nipple into the girl’s thirsty mouth. As Akemi greedily sucked, Camilla continued stimulating her clitoris, fingering faster and faster, until Akemi finally orgasmed, screaming her satisfaction. After waiting a few seconds to let Akemi catch her breath and contemplate her ecstasy, Camilla asked, “Sex is fun, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Akemi panted.

“Did I make you feel good?” Camilla asked with a sexy grin.

“Yeah,” Akemi sighed with love beaming from her eyes.

“You wanna make me feel güvenilir bahis siteleri good?” Camilla asked with a sly smirk.

“Oh, yeah.”

Bringing her face up close to Akemi’s and pursing her lips, wide-eyed Camilla purred, “Can you eat my pussy, please?”

“I don’t know how,” Akemi said, getting afraid not only from guilt but also from the thought of not being able to please the goddess she was falling in love with. “I never do that before.”

“I’ll teach you,” Camilla said, standing up and bringing her left leg over Akemi’s right shoulder to reveal her vulva. Akemi, however, shyly turned her head away. “Baby, don’t be shy,” Camilla said. “I want you to see my pussy; everybody tells me it’s really pretty-looking, and I want to please you by showing it to you. A really good artist painted and drew it today, and I found out for the first time that it really is beautiful. Please look. You have to see it to know where to put your tongue.”

Akemi, shaking, slowly raised her head up to see it. It took all of her courage to look at something her mother had always told her was filthy and corrupting of Christian souls. Then she finally saw it: Camilla held her labia wide open, and Akemi just stared, her eyes and mouth agape, in awe of that uncanny doorway to where all life begins. Smiling Akemi breathed heavily; tears ran down her cheeks; she’d never seen such terrifying beauty before. That part of the anatomy may have been dirty on mere mortals, but on the pagan goddess standing before her, it was pure loveliness. Camilla, grinning, was touched by the sweet look of innocence and wonder on Akemi’s face.

“Put your lips and tongue here, sweetie,” Camilla said, pointing out her large clitoris. Akemi continued staring in a daze, so to bide the time Camilla said, “By the way, when we were rehearsing Hamlet, and I flashed my pussy for you, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. Sorry about tha–“

At that second, Akemi passionately jumped up at Camilla’s clitoris and wrapped her mouth around it. She sucked on it and licked it with an effervescence that not even Candice had ever matched. Akemi put her hands on Camilla’s buttocks and squeezed them at regular intervals, while her licking and sucking went on at seemingly lightning speed. Akemi’s moans and groans buzzed against Camilla’s clitoris, exciting her all the more; Camilla’s own moans, an octave higher, were an echo and response to those of Akemi. Camilla ran her hands through Akemi’s hair, sighing and squealing with delight. Akemi was a natural talent at cunnilingus; all that repressed sexual energy, finally released! This was further proof to Camilla that women are born lickers, even when they are virgins. Camilla took Akemi’s right hand, got her to point her index finger out, and fed it into her vagina, finding her G-spot and having Akemi’s finger stroke her there. Camilla then opened her left buttock with her left hand, and with her right hand took Akemi’s left hand, and fed her index finger inside Camilla’s anus. She guided Akemi’s finger to rub against the anal wall neighbouring her vaginal wall. Akemi then pushed her fingers all the way inside Camilla’s vagina and rectum, reaching Camilla’s A-spot. Camilla’s squeals and screams got higher and higher until reaching the whistle register, and she came all over Akemi’s face.

“Sorry about that,” Camilla said. “I’m a gusher; Old Faithful.”

“That’s OK,” Akemi said, licking the come off her lips and wiping it out of her eyes with a tissue. “You make me feel better than I ever feel before.”

“You made me feel fantastic, too,” Camilla said in loud pants.

“How much I owe you?” Akemi asked.

“Forget it,” Camilla said. “That was free.”

Akemi continued beaming at Camilla, who began to realize that she would soon be forced to tell the girl she didn’t return the love Akemi felt for her. She decided that that heartbreak would have to happen another day; she didn’t want to spoil Akemi’s current ecstasy.

Meanwhile, jealous Candice could hear all the squealing in that room, and was feeling a heartbreak of her own.

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Bundan bir ay kadar önce chat kanalının birinde gezinirken evli bir çift ile tanıştım ve Bursa’lı olduklarını üçüncü birini aradıklarını yazdılar. Ertesi gün için anlaştık ve bir cafede buluştuk. Semra 35 yaşlarında ama genç kızlara taş çıkartacak kadar güzeldi. Kocası 38 yaşında zayıf yapılı, 175 boylarında kültürlü bir erkekti. Ben Semra dedi kadın ve kocasıda bende İlyas dedi. Biraz oradan buradan sohbet ten sonra beni evlerine davet ettiler. Memnuniyetle diyerek kabul ettim ve arabalarına bindim.
Karı koca önde ben ise arkada oturuyordum. Eve gelmiştik ve ortamı ısıtmak için bir kaç bira rakı filan alınmıştı. Ben bira onlar ise karı koca rakıyı yudumluyorlardı. Kocası müsaadenizle deyip kalktı ve yan odaya gitti. Bu arada Semra yanıma oturdu ve benimkini kavradı. Sikimi sıkmaya yoğurmaya başladı. Ben hemen fermuarımı açıp benimkini özgürlüğüne kavuşturduğum gibi Semra’nın tekrar eline verdim. Semra benimkini biraz sıvazladıktan sonra, tadına bakmak istermisin dedim. Kesinlikle diyerek başladı emmeye. O ne biçim yalamaydı öyle, çıldırıyorum sandım. Bu arada kocası içeri girdi ve oooooo iki dakika boş bırakmaya gelmiyorsun hayatım bu ne hız diyerek gülümsedi. Semra bir Kemal’in sikine bak da o zaman anlarsın dedi ve emmeye devam etti. Kocasıda benimkini görünce helal olsun sana karıcığım dedi ve başladı karısını soyup her soyduğu yeri de öpmeye. Hemen yere uzandım ve çırılçıplak kaldıktan sonra Semra üstüme oturarak 69 yaptık ve bende onun vıcık vıcık olmuş traşlı amını yalamaya başladık. Birden kocasının siki takıldı gözüme. 10-12 cm kadardı. Yaladığım ama doğru sikini getirip karısına bir hamlede gömdü. Semra oohhh derken hala 69 a devam ediyorduk. Arada bir İlyas’ın siki Semra’dan çıkıyordu bende elime alıp tekrar karısına gömdürüyordum. Yine bir ara sikini çıkartan İlyas’ın sikini bu kez Semra’ya doğru değil de ağzıma doğru götürdüğüm de kocasıda ooohhhhhh sıcacık güzelmiş dedi. Karısı durumu fark edince hemen üstüm den kalktı ve bu sefer sikime doğru oturmaya başladı ilk başta kocasının siktiği amı açıldığı için girmem o kadarda zor olmadı ve başladım hemen alttan pompalamaya. Karısı zevk çığlıkları atıyor ve ben daha hızlı pompalıyordum. Birden kocası yine sikini ağzıma verdi. Hem karısını sikiyor hem kocasını yalıyordum. İlyas karısına hadi karıcığım sen domal dedi. Semra hemen dört ayak oldu ve ben yine arkasına geçtim ve başladım son sürat delmeye. Birden İlyas’ın siki arkama değmeye başladı ve anlamıştım oda beni sikecekti. Krem getir kuru kuru olmaz dedim. Hemen banyoda sikini kremlemiş birazda elinde benim götüm için getirmişti bile ve başladı arkamı kremle yağlamaya. Ben arkamdan bir parmak girdiğini hissediyordum ve yavaşladım Semra’yı sikmekte. Semra ise hadi aşkım hızlan devam et diyordu. Ben ise sıra kocanda biraz sabret dedim ve ikinci parmağı da bu arada yedim. Fazla kalın olmayan İlyas’ın sikini tuttum ve gel dedim. İlyas arkamda yerini aldı ve az bir yüklenişle içime yarısı girmişti bile. Biraz acı hissettim açıkçası ama devam et hızlı yapma alıştır diye bildim. O kadar zevk almaya başlamıştım ki bir kaç git gel den sonra kasıklarımı sıkıyordum ve kocası da arkamda geliyorum diye bildi ve içime patladı. Bunu o kadar yoğun hissettim ki birden bende geliyorum diyerek Semra’nın amına patladım. Karısının ise ağzından çığlıklar eksik olmuyordu. Gözleri kapalı kaç kere titrediğini bile sayamadım.
Biraz dinlendikten sonra Semra sende denemelisin kocacığım harika sikiyor dedi. Ben hiç yaptın mı İlyas diye soruyu yöneltmiştim bu arada kocasına. Semra bire bir yapmadı ama ben çok yaptım kocamı dedi. Nasıl yani dediğimde nasıl olacak plastik penislerle dedi. Bu arada İlyas’ın benim sikimi süzdüğünü görüyordum ve ayağa kalkıp ağzına doğru yaklaştırdım sikimi. Hemen karısı da aramıza gelip benimkini eline aldı ve adamın ağzına doğru uzatıyordu. Yala kocacığım. Karını siken malın tadına bak hadi dedi. Adam hiç beklemediğim bir anda hışımla sikimi yalamaya koyuldu. İçimden rüya görüyorsun sen birazdan uyanacaksın demeye bile başlamıştım. Karısı hemen yatak odalarından plastik penisi getirdi ve beline taktı. Ne iş dediğimde seninkini şimdi almaya kalkarsa yırtılır kocamın götü dedi ve güldü. Adamın ise hiç bir şey umurunda değil kalkmış olan sikimi taşaklarımı yalamayla meşguldü. Karısı İlyas’ı domaltıp kremlediği plastik penisle zorlamaya başlamıştı bile ve birden adam yalamayı bırakarak yavaş diye bildi karısına. Biraz uğraştan sonra kadının adama resmen gidip geldiğini görüyordum arada ben Semra’yı dudaklarından öpüyor kocasına sikimi yalatıyordum. Karısı adamın arkasından çıktı ve hazırladım aşkım gel sik kocacığımın götünü dedi. Hemen adamın arkasına geçip sikimi dayadım ve biraz yüklendim ve kafasını rahat almıştı. Adam oohhhhh gerçeğinin tadı bambaşka dedi ve ben tam yüklendim sonuna kadar içine girdiğimde adam bastı çığlığı sakın kaçma bekle dedim hemen ve belinden kavradım. Karısı hemen İlyas’ın önüne domalmış ve ben arkasına girerken İlyas hafif doğrularak karısına dayadı ve geçirdi. Resmen tren gibi ben adamı oda karısını sikiyordu. İlyas biraz karısına hızlı geçirmeye başladığı anda bende girip çıkmalarıma hız vermiş pompalıyordum adamın deliğini. Adamı sikerken seni kıskandım arkadaş dedim. Birazda ben ortaya geçsem nasıl olur dedim ve hemen yer değiştik kocası ile ama ben karısının götüne dayadım ve bir sen kaldın arkadan vermeyen dedim. Zaten kremli delikten çıkan sikimi karısı Semra’nın götüne basmaya başladım. Kocası ise arkamdan bir anda vazgeçip fazla ses çıkarabilir diyerek karısın ağzına verdi. Ben sıkma kendini dedim ve bıraktığını hissettiğim an bastırdım biraz ve sikimin kafasını almıştı. Ayy diye inlemeye başlayan Semra’ya merak etme, alıştıracam seni dedim ve hem çıkartıyor hem kafasını geri sokuyordum. Buna alışan kadın kendini bırakmış kocasının sikini yalamaya koyuldu ve ben adama delecem diye işaret ederek olan gücümle karısının götüne yüklendim ve bir hamlede taşaklarıma kadar soktum. Semra feryatlar içinde çığlık atıyor kocası ise ağzına vererek ben bile aldım sıkma kendini karıcığım diye teselli ediyordu. Biraz bekledikten sonra alışan Semra’nın götünü pompalamaya başlamıştım. Kocası bu sefer benim arkama geçti ve benim götüme dayandı. Ben ise kendimi ona doğru hafiften domalarak girmesini sağladım. Fazla uğraşmadan zaten açılmış götüme İlyas girip çıkıyor bende karısına girip çıkıyordum. Karısı hemen eline plastik penisi aldı ve amına soktu. Ooohhhh diye inlemelerimiz duvarlarda yankı buluyordu. Adam bana bende karımın götünü sikecem dedi ve bende kadına plastiğin yerine geçsem nasıl olur dedim. Tamam dedi.
Ben yere yattım karısını üstüme aldım ve başladım alttan pompalamaya. Kocası arkasına geçti ve açtığım göte rahat bir şekilde giriş yaparak sikişmeye koyulduk. Karısı ise beni hep böyle sikin diye inliyordu. Doldurdun sikinle içimi aşkım diye beni gaza getiriyor kocasına da sik hayatım daha sert sik götümü diye sesleniyordu. Semra birden gözlerini kapattı ve baygın bir halde titreyerek boşalıyordu. Bense daha hızlı pompalamaya başladım ve kadın üstüme yığılmış bir halde sikiliyordu. Bu arada kocası da geliyorum karıcığım diyerek karısının götüne hemen arkasından da bende geliyorum diyerek tekrar Semra’nın amına boşalmıştım. Semra ise kendinden geçmiş bir halde hayatımın sikişini yaşattınız bana diyerek ikimizi birden öpmeye başladı.
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“Bakın ata bindiniz, yoruldunuz, hava da oldukça sıcak neden havuza girip serinlemeyi düşünmüyoruz hep birlikte” deyince Ayla hanım, hepimiz bir anda durakladık. “eee bunun için yanlarında kıyafetleri yok, hatta Nil ve Nur için senin gardrobundan bir şeyler uydurmuştum” diyerek ilk konuşan Altan bey oldu. “Aaaaaaa bende, gözüm bir yerden ısırıyor bu kıyafetleri diyordum, hahahahah, iyi etmişsin canım, pek de yakışmış hanımlara. Peki, napalım yani şimdi, böyle sıcakta durulmaz ki canım, Altan sen misafilere senin dolabından bende benimkilerden bir şeyler uydurayım da halledelim bu sorunu. Biraz yüzer serinleriz, ne dersiniz?” diye ısrar edince, bizede kabul etmekten başka çare kalmamıştı sanırım. Aslında içimizi birde korku sarmıştı. Şehvet fırtınası içerisinde geçirdiğimiz gecenin izleri hala bedenlerimizde duruyordu. Ayla hanım bunları görüp durumu anlarsa mahvolurduk o zaman, ama yapacak bir şeyde yoktu zaten.

Altan beyle Ayla Hanım villaya geri dönüp bizi yalnız bırakırken, bizde kendi aramızda tekrar kadeh kaldırıp şampanayalarımızı keyifle yudumlamaya devam ettik. John bana dönüp “Ayla hanımın güzelliği karşısında adeta büyülendim, bu kadar güzel kadınlara sahip olduğunuz için çok şanslısınız” dedi. Nil hemen atılıp, yanağına küçük bir buse kondurdu “Sizde çok naziksiniz, gerçek bir İngiliz centilmenisiniz.” diyerek karşılık verdi. Kısa bir süre sonra Altan Bey elinde bermuda şortlarla bizim yanımıza doğru yakaşırken, Ayla hanım da villanın kapısından seslenip karımı ve baldızımı yanına çağırdı. Biz üzerimizi havuz kenarındaki kabinlerde değişirken, kızların mayo seçenekleri fazla olduğu için onlar üzerlerini içeride değişeceklerdi.

Altan Bey bermuda şortlarımızı dağıttı, bizde kabinlere yöneldik, kendisi üzerini içeride değişmişti zaten. Bizi beklemeden havuza doğru yönelip kendini serin suların içerisine burakmıştı bile. Biz erkekler kısa sürede üzerimizi değişip havuz kenarına dizildik ve sırayla havuza atlayıp hemen yüzmeye başladık. Birkaç turdan sonra, dışarı çıkmak için merdiven basamaklarını çıkarken, Ayla hanım ve bizim hatunlar birer manken edası ile kıvırarak yaklaşıyorlardı havuz kenarına. Bir anda içimi korku kapladı. Ayla hanım acaba kızların vücutlarındaki lekeleri görmüş durumu anlamışmıydı. Heyecan içinde ürperdim, nefesimi tutmuş bize yaklaşmalarını bekliyordum. Sonucu ancak o zaman anlayacaktık.

Ayla hanım askılarını tekrar omuzuna yerleştirmiş, karıma benzeri bir mayo, Nur’a oldukça cesur bir bikini vermişti. Bu kimin tercihi idi bilmiyorum ama baldızın iri memelerinin uçlarını sadce küçük bir üçgen parça tutuyor, aynı üçgenlerden birer adette önünü ve arkasını kapatmaya yarıyordu. Geniş kalçalarını son derece seksi bir şekilde kıvırarak yürüyor, memeleri bir sağa bir sola sallanarak yüreğimizi hoplatıyordu. Nil’in üzerindeki mayo Ayla hanımınkine oranla daha kapalı idi ama oldukça transparan bir kumaştan yapılmıştı. İri göğüs uçları bu mesafeden bile rahatça görülüyor, bacakarasında ise amcığının dudakları arasına sıkştığı için deve tırnağı tabir edilen görüntüyü resmediyordu. Gözlerim fal taşı gibi açılmış onları seyrediyordum ki Altan beyin gür sesi yükseldi arkamdan ’’heeeeey, hanımlar güneşin sıcaklığı sizinkinin yanında bir hiç kalır, muhteşemsiniz hepiniz deyip” alkışlarla karşıladı bayanları. John ve Allan da bu alkışlara hemen katılıp hanımları büyük bir iltifat yağmuruna tuttular.

Ortalık yeniden neşelenmişti. Ayla hanımda herhangi bir bozuk ifade olmadığı için herşeyin yolunda olduğunu anladım. Dikkatimi çeken başka bir şey de, kızların morlukları yok ettikleriydi. Anlaşılan bir yolunu bulup fondeten ile kapatmış olmalıydılar. Sıra ile havuza girdiler, John ve Allan’da onlara yüzme sırasında eşlik etmişler, bizde patronumla beraber birer şampanya doldurup kenardan seyretmeye koyulmuştuk. Havuz içinde huriler yüzüyordu sanki suya dalarken ayrı, sudan çıkarken apayrı bir manzara yüreklerimizi hoplatıyor, ortalığa serilen kalçalar, dışarıya fırlayan memeler, playboy partilerini anımsayıtordu. Aslında dün geceki sıcak, şehvetli ortamla şimdiki ortamın alakası yoktu tabiki. Ama hem misafirler hem de patronum ve ben Ayla hanımın varlığı ile ortamın ciddiyetinin korunması gerektiğini biliyorduk.

Yarım saate yakın br süreyi geride bırakmıştık. Altan beyle ikimiz koyu bir sohbete dalmış, dün geceki şehvet anlarından, misafirlerin havasından ve gelişecek olan işbirliğinden, kısaca her telden konuşmuştuk. Havuzdakiler de yorulup dışarı çımışlardı. Ayla hanım önde, arkasından baldızla karım yan yana, en arkada da John ve Allan bize doğru yürüyorlardı. Baldızım ve karımın üzerindekiler tüm seksapelitelerini ortaya dökmüş, biz erkeklerin ağız sularını seller haline getirmişti. Nur’un üçgenleri yuvarlaklarını gizleyemiyor, erotik bir tanrıça edasıyla yürüyordu. Karımın mayosu ise transparan bir kumaştan yapıldığı için, suya girince sanki tamamen şeffaflaşmış, adeta çırılçıplak yürüyordu. Vücudunda tek bir tüy tanesi olmadığından bembeyaz teni tüm girinti ve çıkıntılarıyla mayonun altından bize bir göz ziyafeti sunuyordu. Göğüs kenarlarındaki yuvarlaklar ve mızrak gibi dimdik olmuş meme uçları ise öldürücü darbeyi vuruyordu.

Bu göz ziyafeti kurulanma esnasında da devam etti tabiki. Havlular vücutların üzerinde gezdikçe, kumaş parçaları sıyrılıyor, kalçalar ve göüsler yeni erotik fırtınnalar yaratıyorlardı. Şimdi hepimiz akşam için plan yapmaya başlamıştık. Bu misafirlerin son gecesiydi. Bir farewell gecesi şekline dönüştürmek istiyorduk. Şöyle osmanlı gecesi tarzında dansözlü falan bir eğlence olsun diye düşündük Altanbeyle ikimiz. Ayla hanımda fikre onay verince, misafirlere teklif ettik. Son derece memnun bir şekilde kabul ettiler. Bu tarz şovların yapıldığı bir yere rezervasyon yaptıktan sonra limousin ile şehre dönmek üzere Atan beylerden ayrıldık. Baldız, karım ve ben Yeşilköyde indik, misafirler otele devam ettiler. Limousin misafirleri bekleyip gece kulübüne getirecekti. Bizde evde üzerlerimizi değişip oaraya kendi aracımızla ulaşacaktık. Saat akşam 7 civarındaydı. Evde hızlı bir banyodan sonra saç, makyaj, kıayfet seçimi için yaklaşık bir buçuk saatlik süre geçmişti. Karım ve baldızım yine şık kıyafetler seçmiş, koyu makyajlar, seksi parfümler ve orijinal saç şekilleriyle birer manken havasına bürünmüşlerdi.

Saat 21.30 civarında gece kulübünde buluştuk. Bize ayrılan özel masa sahnenin hemen kenarındaydı. John ve Allan’da aynı anda varmışlardı lokale. Hep beraber yerlerimizie oturup, içkilerimizi ısmarladık. Türk rakısı misafirlerin artık vazgeçilmez içkisi halini almıştı. Geceye yine damgasını vuran içecek olarak bolca ısmarlandı. Türk mezeleri ve yemekleri ile bezenmiş menünün sunduğu lezzetleri birer bier tüketip, sahnede sırayla yerini alan şovlarıda ilgi ile izliyorduk. Misafirer özellikle göbek dansı şovlarından çok heyecanlamışlardı. Dün gece karım ve baldızımın yaptığı şovlardan tecrübeleri vardı, ancak burdakiler sadece bahşiş kabul ediyorlardı. Bu konuda John ve Allan’ı uyarmıştık. Rakı bardakları hızla şerefe kaldırıyor, ilerleyen saatlerde yudumlamalar fondiplere dönüşüyordu.
Son dansözün şovu en seksi olanıydı. Bir ara Nur’un elinden tutup onu da sahneye çekti ve gerisini artık siz tahmin edin. İkiside elektrik verilmiş gibi kıvırıyorlardı sahnede. Nur’un şovu dansözünkünden daha az ilginç değildi, ancak elbisesi o kadar rahat değildi tabiki. Yine eteklerini alttan tutup beline yakın bir yerden sıkıştırmıştı. Kalçalarını savuruyor, memelerini titretiyor, müthiş erotik manzaralar sunuyordu. Salondan dakikalarca süren müthiş bir alkış tufanı koptu şov sona erdiğinde. Sanki planlanmış şovun bir parçası gibiydiler.

Vakit gece yarısını geçmiş, sahnedeki orkestranın çaldığı slov şarkılarla tüm müşterileri sahneye dansa davet ediyordu. John Nur’u dansa kaldırdı, bende Nil’le birlikte kalktım. Biraz çakırkeyif olmuştuk, loş ışık ortamı ve slov müzik ile olduğumuz yerde biribirimize sıkıca sarılmış dönüp duruyorduk. Nefeslerimiz birbirine karışmış, gözlerimizi sarhoşluğun etkisiyle yarı baygın bakıyordu.

John Nur’un kalçalarını avuçları arasına almış sıkıyordu, bir ara dudaklarının birleştiğini gördüm. Kısa bir müddet sonra Allan bitiverdi yanımızda, karımı bir sonraki dans için benden ödünç istiyordu. Gülerek değiştik yerlerimizi. Kenardan onları seyre koyuldum. Büyük bir keyifle dans ederlerken, mutluluktan uçar gibiydiler misafirlerimiz. Allan’ın boyu karımdan biraz kısa kalıyordu, oda John gibi Nil’in kalçalarını avuçlamış, kafasını da memelerinin arasına yerleştirmiş erotik bir dans sergiliyorlardı. Karımın seksi ten kokusuyla karışık parfümünü derin derin içine çekiyordu. Yarım saate yakın dans ettiler misafirler, karım ve baldızımla birlikte. Saat geceyarısını geçmişti. Dans esnasındaki bu yakınlaşma alevlendirmişti ortalığı yeniden. Masaya döndüklerinde Johnn ve Allan hep beraber otele dönüp kaldıkları suitin balkonunda ay ışığı eşiliğinde bir kahve içmeyi teklif ettiler. Kısa bir gülüşme ile fikir kabul edilip hemen Hilton oteline doğru gitmek için tekrar limousine bindik. Mesafe zaten oldukça kısa idi, aslında yürüyebilirdikte ama kafalar oldukça iyi olmuştu ve yolda bir sorun yaşayabilirdik.

Kısa bir süre sonra, deniz manzaralı suit dairenin geniş balkonundaydık. Aslında kahve içmek istiyorduk ama John birer kadeh viskiyi doldurmuş sıradan dağıtıyordu bile. Yeniden geçirilen güzel anların şerefine kadehler kalkmış, neşeli kahkahalar ile viskilerimizi yudumluyor, sarmaş dolaş denizin üzerinde vuran nefis ay ışığını seyrediyorduk. Oldukça romantik bir manzaraydı karşımızdaki, ılık bir yaz rüzgârı tenlerimizi yalarken içimizi ürpertiyordu. Odadaki stereodan yayılan nefis blues müzik ise alıp götürmüştü hepimizi gerçek yaşamdan rüyalar âlemine. Nur iyice kafayı bulmuştu, Johnla derin derin öpüşüyorlardı, Allan’da baldıza arkadan sarılmış beline kadar topladığı eteklerin altından kalçalarını okşuyordu. Nil’le birlikte onları seyrederken gülerek şakalaşıyorduk. Ben de karımın dekoltesinin içine dalmış sağ memesini çıkartıp ucunu dudaklarımın arasına hapsetmiştim çoktan.

Hepimiz bu büyülü atmosferin etkisine kapılıp kendimizi yeni bir şehvet fırtınasının içinde bulmuştuk. Artık kelimeler yerini dokunuşlara bırakmıştı. Vücutlar birbirine dolanmış, kollar adeta bir ahtapot gibi sarmıştı bedenleri. Hepimiz aynı şeyi düşünüyor, saatlerdir bu anın gelmesini beklediğimizi hissediyorduk. Vücutlarımız aşka susamış, tenlerimizi birbirine değdikçe sihirli bir elektrik akımına kapılmış gibi titriyorduk. Hafta sonu boyunca geçirdiğimiz o dehşet sevişme saatleri, şiddetli orgazmlar sanki tamamen unutulmuş, şu anda yeni tanışıyormuşuz gibi heyecanlıydık. Peki, neydi bizi bu kadar heycenlandıran. Daha iki gün evvel bu insanlar yoktuki hayatımızda, hiçbir cinsel fantezimiz içerisinde de böyle bir sahne olmamıştı. Ancak aşkın etkin büyüsü yine ruhlarımızı etkilemiş, sağlıklı bedenlerimizdeki hormanların aniden faaliyete geçmesini sağlamıştı. Eros yine kalbimizden vurmuştu hepimizi.

Çok geçmeden giysiler bedenlerden adeta koparılarak alınmaya başlanmıştı. Artık balkonun sert zemini yerine, yatak odasındaki Amerikan tarzı dev yatağın üzerinde yeni bir aşk destanı yazmak için soyunmuş savaşçılara benziyorduk. John ve Nur yan dönerek 69 pozisyonunda birleşmişler Alan’da baldızın kalçalarının açıkta kalan kısmına başını gömmüştü. Bacakları aralık olan Allan’ın sertleşmiş sikine ise Nil saldırdı. İki eliyle kavradığı yarrağı ağzına alırken, dirseklerinden destek alıp dizlerinin üzerinde kalçalarını havaya kaldırmış arkasını bana sunuyordu. Bense yatağın kenarında ayakta durmuş karımın kalçalarının arasından görünen amına başımı gömerek yalıyor, emiyordum. Herkes biribiri ile ilişki içinde tam bir orgi havasındaydık. Kısa zamanda inlemelerimiz artmıştı. Geniş bir suit dairede kaldığımız, ayrıca yandaki odanın da bize ait olduğu için başkalarının bizi duyma ihtimali de yoktu.

Cinsel organlar ile dudakların birleşmesi oluşturdukları tükürüklü kaygan ortamdan dolayı sesler çıkarıyor, şehvet dürtülerimizi oldukça uyarıyordu. Sarılmalar daha ateşli bir hale gelmiş, bedenler ise cinsel uzuvları bir an önce birleştirebilmek için kıvrım kıvrım kıvranıyordu. Nil’in vajinası iyice ıslanmıştı, parmaklarımı içine doğru birkaç kez sokup çıkararak ilişkiye hazır olduğundan emin oldum. Allan ve John’da baldızın ön ve arka deliklerini yeterince hazırlamış olacaklar ki, Nur’un zevk çığlıkları atarak kalçalarını iki adamın arasında hızla kıvırdığını görüyordum. Daha fazla beklemeden içine girmeliydik, alev alev yanan muhteşem kadınların.

Yatak geniş olmasına rağmen hepimizin uygun bir pozisyon alabilmesi için yeterli bir alana sahip değildi. Bu nedenle kızlar arkaları yatağın kenarına gelecek şekilde doggy pozisyonunda yerleşip, Allan Nur’un ben de karımın arkasında ki yerlerimizi aldık. John yatağın üzerinde kalıp kızların önünde, sikini onlara doğru uzatmış duruyordu. Karım ve baldızım kendilerine sunulan bu haşmetli organı sırayla ağızlarına alıyor, yalıyor, emiyorlardı.

Doğrusu gerçekten görülmeye değer bir sahneydi. Önümüzde karım ve baldızıma ait iki nefis amcık vardı, bizde onların içine bütün gücümüzle girip çıkyıor, zevk içinde inliyorduk. Arkalarındaki bu müthiş tahrike daha fazla dayanamayan kızlar ayni anda orgazm oldular. John’un yarrağı Nur’un ağzında hapsolmuş, delice emiliyordu. Baldızın bu şehvetli görüntüsü beni çılgına çevirmişti. Allan’a işaret edip yer değişmek istediğimi söylemiştimki oda karımın arkasına geçmek için zaten can atıyormuş. Büyük bir hızla yerlerimizi değiştik. Ben yine sevgili badızımın geniş kalçalarını sıkıca kavramış alev gibi yanan amcığına daldırmıştım yarrağımı. İçinde kayar gibi tam dibini bulmuştum bir seferde. Başı rahim ağzına değmiş olacakki biraz öne çekti kendini irkilerek. Taş gibi kalçaları sıkıca kavramıştım. Aletimi ömür boyu içerisine hapsetmek ister gibi hareketsiz tutuyordum Nur’un içinde. Allan da Nil’in arkasına yerleşmiş, amcığına hızla girip çıkarken bir parmağınıda arka deliğine sokmuş aynı anda orayı da tahrik ediyordu. John’un aleti şimdi karımın gırtlağına kadar girmiş hareketsiz bekliyordu. Yine şaşırtmıştı beni Nil, O’nu benim aletimle hiç böyle derin bir oral deneme esnasında görmemiştim. John yavaşça dışarı çekip sonrada yeniden hızlanmıştı Nil’in ağzıın içerine doğru.

Nur amcığını iyice yapıştırmıştı kasıklarıma, sikimi içinde daha iyi hissedebilmek için yavaş yavaş kıvırıyordu kalçalarını. Ben de bir müddet sonra hızlanıp ritmimi iyice artırdım. Baldız amcığına uygulanan bu müthiş tahrikin etkisiyle aşırı dercede uyarılmış çığlık atıyordu. “Ahhhh soooookkk, daha hızlı, durmaaa” diye kendini kaybetmiş bir an önce içine fışkıracak kızgın lavları bekliyordu. John orgazm olmak için yine karımı tercih edecekti sanırım. Bunu ağzında değil başka bir deliğinde yapmak istiyorduki Allan’la yer değiştiler. John vakit kaybetmeden boşalan yere yerleşip karımınn derinliklerine doğru ilerledi. Allan da şu anda kendini zevkten kaybetmiş olan Nur’un yerine karımın önünde yer alıp oral seksin keyfini çıkarmaya başlamıştı bile. Baldız kalçalarını ileri geri oynatıyor, benim kıpırdamama fırsat bırakmadan içine alıyordu patlamaya yakın aletimi. Dönülmez noktaya yaklaştığımı hissetmiştim ki, yine baldızın üzerine kapaklanıp ellerimle iri memelerini kavramıştım. Avuçlarımın arasına almış sıkıp bırakıyordum. İnanılmaz keyif alıyordum bu pozisyondan. Birden penisimin baş kısımı yanmaya başlamıştı ve ardından boğazımın derinliklerinden gelen bir hırıltı ile baldızımın içine boşalmaya başladım. Artık kıprıdamıyor, organımı bu sıcacık aşk tünelinin dibine kadar sokmuş peş peşe fışkırtıyordum spermlerimi içine. Tüm vücudum kasılmıştı, ateşiyle bedenimdeki enerjiinin tamamını tüketmişti baldız. Dudaklarımı ensesine yapıştırdım derin derin emiyor öpüyordum. “Öldürdün, mahvettin beni, gizli cennetinin kölesi oldum artık” diye fısıldıyordum kulağının dibine. Şeytani bir gülümseme ile karşılık vermişti bana. Yarrağım hala dimdik duruyordu içinde. Sıcaklığı ve sıkılığıyla beni uyarmaya devam ediyordu Nur’un amcığı. Bir iki kez ileri geri kıpırdanıp sonrada dışarı çektim kendimi. Benim boşalttığım yere henüz orgazm olamayan Allan yerleşti hemen, ama Nur’u misyoner pozisyonunda becermek istiyordu. Güzel yüzündeki o şehvetli ifadeyi görmek, iri memelerinin dalgalanmasını seyretmek, bal dudalarını da emmek istiyordu. Rekor sayılacak kısa bir sürede, bacaklarının arasına yerleşip elleriyle de o muhteşem göğüsleri kavramıştı bile Allan. Nur’un nefesi kesilmişti adeta, peşpeşe, içine giren yarrakların yarattığı etk**en.

John’la Nil de pozisyon değiştirmişler, karım yatağa sırtüstü uzanan John’un üzerine oturmuş seri bir şekilde aşağı yukarı kalkıp iniyordu. Elleriyle John’dan destek almış amcığı ile John’un iri yarrağını vakumluyor, bir an önce içini boşaltmaya çalışıyordu. Karımın başka bir erkeğin üzerinde bu kadar ateşli davranıyor olması beni yine ateşlemişti. Daha yeni kuvvetli bir orgazm omama rağmen, Nil’in bu görüntüsü beni çıldırtmaya yetmişti. Ne olursa olsun onun bu ateşini söndürmek için John’a yardım etmem lazımdı. Karımın kalçalarına yaklaştım, biraz çömelerek sıkıca kavradığım yarrağımı göt deliğinin üzerine dayadım, bu termasla irkilmiş bir anda hareketsiz kalmıştı. Benimde beklediğim andı bu. O’nu ve John’u daha fazla hareketsiz bırakıp sevişmenin ritmini bozmamak için bir hamlede daldım spermler ve salgılarla iyice ıslanmış bu küçük göt deliğinin içine. Karım şimdi John ve benim aramda tost olmuştu. İçine aynı anda giren iki yarrağı hissedebilmek için yavaşça öne ve arkaya kısa hareketler yapıyor, zevk çığlıkları atıyordu. Arka deliği o kadar sıkıydı ki aletim içeride patlayacak gibi olmuştu. O derece de sıcaktı ve bu sıcaklık zevkten iyice şişmiş olan yarrağımın damarlarında akan kanı iyice hızlandırıyordu. Nerdeyse erimek üzereydim karımın götünün içinde. John’unda durumu sanırım aynı olmalıydı. Kısa ve seri hareketlerle Nil’in içerisine girip çıkıyor, dudaklarını yapıştırdığı meme ucunuda büyük bir hırsla emiyordu.

Karım ve John aynı anda sarsılmaya ve sesli bir şekilde boşalmaya başladılar. Nil’in bu kaçıncı orgazmıydı, sayısını unutmuştum. Nerdeyse 36 saattir hipnotize olmuş gibi sevişmekten başka bir şey yapmıyorduk. Sanki dünyanın sonu gelmişti ve hepimiz sevişerek ölmek istiyorduk. Onlar orgazmlarının keyfini çıkarırken bende karımın arka deliğinden yavaşça dışarı çıktım. John hala karımın amcığının içindeydi, ama ben farklı bir şey yapmak istiyordum. Aynı yere bende girecektim. İki elimle sıkıca kavradım yarrağımı dibinden ve amının içine doğru bastırdım. Nil şaşırmıştı “heeeeeeeyy, napıyorsun beeeeee, delirdin mi sen çek şunu” diye bağırdı. Ama ben onu duymuyordum bile. John’un siki yumuşamıştı biraz, karımın içindeki spermlerde iyice kayganlaştırmıştı amcığını. Ben az daha yüklendim ve başı John’un aletinin üzerinden kayarak vajina duvarlarını iyice açıp içeri dalmıştı bile. “Ahhhh, manyak mısın sen be adam” diye ikinci bir protesto geldi Nil’den. Ben ise cevap olarak yine bastırdım sikimi, bu sefer tam dibine kadar girmişti karımın içine. Bende inanamıyordum gözlerime, amcığının dudakları iyice ayrılmış incecik olmuştu kenarları. İçini dolduran iki yarrak orayı öyle bir genişletmişti ki göt deliği dahi dışarı fırlamıştı. Bunu hayatımda ilk defa deniyordum ve başarılı olabildiğim içinde büyük bir zevk almıştım.

Yarrağımın üzerindeki basınç inanılmazdı. Organım patlayacak hale gelmişti, bir kaç kez gidip geldim daracık aşk tünelinde ve tam boşalmak üzereyken hızla çıktım karımın içinden. Bu sefer üzerine patlatmak istiyordum, ben hızla dışarı çıkarken canı yanmış oda yana devrilmişti, yarı baygın gözlerle bana bakarken ağzı da acıyla biraz açık kalmıştı. Ben hemen doğrulup yüzüne doğru fışkırmaya başlamıştım. Ne olduğunu bile anlayamamış, elleriyle gözlerini korumaya çalışıyordu. Ard arda fışkıran spermler, dudaklarına, çenesine, burnuna, saçlarına yapışıp kalıyorlardı. John’da kendini zor kaçırmıştı, benim makineli tüfek gibi seri atışlarımdan. Nil’in çenesinden memelerinin üzerine damlıyordu spermler. Hem gülüyor, hem de beni yumrukluyordu bir yandan “eşşek, canımı yaktın, ben sana soracağım tüm bunların hesabını” diye de devam etti. Biz John’la Nil’i aramıza alıp ona sarılmıştık, öpüyor okşuyor, gevşemesine yardımcı oluyorduk. Hemen yanı başımızda Allan ise baldızla tek vücut olmuştu adeta. Orgazm olmak için bu defa baldızın iri memelerinin arasını seçmiş, iki yandan sıkıca kavradığı memelerin arasında kaybolan sikini hızla ileri geri hareket ettiriyordu. Nur’un gözleri kapalı, zevkten dudaklarını ısırarak inliyordu. Birazdan boşalacak olan bu ateşli adamın zevk sularını teninin her zerresinde hissedecekti.

Allan hareketlerini bir an yavaşlattı ve sonrada göğüslerin arasından çektiği sikini avucunun içinde hızla pompalamaya başladı. Bağırarak boşalıyordu inliyordu, sikinin içinden spermleri fışkırtırken. Nur ağzını açmış fışkıran bu spermleri yutmaya çabalıyordu. Bir kısmı ağzına isabet ediyor, bir kısmı ise yüzüne boynuna geliyordu. Allan’da boşaldıktan sonra derin bir sesizlik olmuştu odanın içerisinde.

Bu uzun seks maratonundan yorgun düşmüştü vücutlar, ilerleyen gecenin rehaveti ile halsiz kalmıştı bedenler. Karım ve baldızım, bizim, yani üç erkeğin tüm enerjilerini tüketmişler muzaffer bir eda ile gülümsüyorlardı. Yüzlerinde taşıdıkları izler ise ne kadar şehvetli bir gece geçirdiklerini anlatıyoru. Kısa bir zaman geçtikten sonra toparlanmamızı, yarın birlikte seyahat edeceğimiz için eve dönüp eşyalarımı hazırlamam gerektiğini anlattım misafirlere. Yüzlerinde o derece mutlu bir ifade vardıki, hiç ayrılmak istemiyorlardı bu şehvet tanrçalarından. Ama her tatlı rüyanın bir sonu olduğu gibi bu gecenin de sonu gelmişti.

Süratle temizlenip giyindik, bu arada birer nescafe ile yeniden zinde hale gelmiş, Yeşiköye kadar yapacağımız yolculuk için taze güç toplamıştık. Pazartesi günü uçak öğleden evvel olduğundan kızlar havaalanına gelemeyceklerdi ve artık misafirlerle veda vakti gelmişti. Sarılamalar ve öpüşmeler içinde, kısa ama sımsıcak bir veda töreninden sonra terk ettik Hiltıon otelini. Limosinin hala hizmetimizde olması gerçekten güzel bir olaydı. Bize oldukça pahalıya patlamıştı, ancak mükemmel bir etkisi vardı. Eve vardığımızda gözlerimizi açık tutmakta zorlanıyorduk apartman koridorlarında, daha evin içine girmeden başlamıştık soyunmaya. Saati sabah sekize kurup hemen uykuya dalmıştık. Yada bayılmıştık desek daha doğru olurdu. Uçak İstanbul semalarında alçalırken, Allan ve John’la Londra’da geçirdiğim iki gün geldi aklıma. Yoğun iş toplantıları, finans müzakereleri, fizibilite raporları, ülkeler arası ticari ve hukuk prosedürleri. İstanbul’da ne kadar eğlenceli vakit geçirdiysek Londra’da da tam tersi olmuş işten eğlenceye ayıracak hiç vakit bulamamıştık. Ama ne eğlenceydi İstanbul’da hafta sonu yaşadığımız, sihirli bir rüya gibiydi adeta. Sanki boyut değiştirmiş, gerçek yaşamdan uzaklaşıp farklı bir dünyaya sürüklenmiştik. Cinsel fantezilerin harikalar diyarına. Duyguları kişiselleştirmeden, cinselliği sınırsızca yaşayabilmek, kişilik ya da statü ayırımı yapılmaksızın beğenilerinizi paylaşabilmek. İşte buydu kısaca yaşananların özeti. John bana uçakta şöyle sormuştu “sizlerle birlikte olmak bizi çok mutlu etti. Yeni bir dünya keşfetmiş gibiyiz adeta. Fakat bilmek istediğim bir şey var, sizin swinger olarak daha önce de deneyimleriniz varmıydı. Bu yaygın bir şey mi burada?” Ben de hafif bir tebessümle cevap vermiştim. ”hayır hiç olmadı, swinger olarak yaşayan bir zümre var, bu olgu bize yabancı değil, ancak bizim deneyimimiz ilk sizlerle oldu.” John bu sefer daha da mutlu bir eda ile ”bu şeref bize ait demek, inan şimdi iki kat daha mutlu oldum. Her şey için çok teşekkürler. Sizler bizim için artık çok değerlisiniz.” İnsanlar ne kadar farklı milliyetlere tabi olurlarsa olsunlar, farklı lisanlar konuşup, farklı kültürlere sahip olsunlar, yine de ortak bir uyuşma noktaları vardı demekki. Cinsel fanteziler, yaşamı renkli kılan, ruhu gençleştiren, kişilerin cinsel güvenini artıran. Uçak Atatürk havalimanına inmiş içimi yeniden bir heyecan kaplamıştı, hem işte hemde aşkta kazanmış, şanslı bir insan olarak addediyordum kendimi.

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