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Kargo Getiren Delikanlıyı Gözüme Kestirdim
Herkese Merhaba Adım Gamze kendimden bahsetmem gerekirse şimdiye kadar hiç evlenmemiş ama küçük yaştan beri seksin her türlüsünü doya doya yaşamış, 46 yaşında yalnız başına yaşayan olgun bir bayanım, bir kadın olarak tabiki benim de ihtiyaçlarım var özellikle genç erkeklerle ve yeni evli erkeklerle bunu karşılamayı seviyorum.

Çünkü benim yaşımdaki adamların genellikle cinsel problemleri oluyor ve canımı sıkıyorlar. Ben de genç erkekleri daha çok sevdiğim için onları baştan çıkarıyor ve bazı şeyler yaşıyorum. Yeni evli olan erkekleri ise karılarından bulamadığı şeyleri bende bulabilmeleri ağza boşalma götten sikme gibi, hırsla karılarından intikam almak adına saatlerce beni siktikleri için tercih ediyorum genelde komşu, iş arkadaşı ve akrabalardan oluşuyorlar azgın yeni evli erkeklerim.
Şimdi size başıma gelen bir hikâye anlatmak istiyorum.

Devamlı olarak kargo getiren bir çocuk var henüz daha 23-24 yaşlarında sarışın biri. Ben zaten sarışın erkekleri daha çok severim renkli gözleri var ve gerçekten çok yakışıklı de bir delikanlı. Uzun boylu dikkat çekici bana yine kargo getirdi ve gitti ben bu genci artık aklıma soktum neden bunu memnun etmeyeyim ki?

Eminim bana hayır demez, sonuçta hangi erkek kendiyle beraber olmak isteyen bir kadını reddedebilir ki? Ben yaşımdan çok daha genç duran bir kadınım zaten hayatı yaşamayı çok severim düzenli olarak spor yaparım ve seks benim için bir yaşam stili tıpkı yemek yemek gibi bir şey. Düzenli olarak seks yaparım ve bu da genç göstermeme çok büyük fayda sağlar.

Bu sefer özellikle yine aynı firmadan kargo ile bir şey sipariş ettim ve bu yakışıklı bu bölgeye baktığı için yine kapımı çaldı, ben de özellikle incecik bir gecelik giydim. Minicik, siyah geceliğim son derece seksiydi amacım bu kargocunun aklına yer edinmekti. Kapıyı açtım beni görünce şöyle baştan aşağı bir sözdü ve kekeleyerek size kargo vardı dedi, ben de öyle mi tamam alayım dedim. son derece seksi bir ses tonuyla bir yandan da çocuğa gülümsüyordum.

Yaptığım oyun hoşuma gitmişti çocuğun yüz ifadesi ve şaşkınlığı görülmeye değerdi. Bu durum gerçekten çok hoşuma gitmişti biraz daha ilerlemeye karar verdim ve kâğıdı imzalarken iyice ona yaklaştım memelerimi koluna değdirdim. Çocuğun kalp atışlarını neredeyse ben duyacaktım ve titremeye başladı ben de bu kadar heyecanlanacak ne var canım dedim. Kekeleyerek bana bir şeyler söyledi ben de istersen içeri gelebilirsin dedim, dağıtmam gereken kargolar var diyebildi sonra, ben de iyi sen bilirsin dedim ve kapıyı yüzüne örttüm.

Bir kaç saniye sonra tekrar kapı çaldı karşımdaydı ve çok özür dilerim kabalık ettim 1 saat sonra gelsem olur mu dedi, ben de bekliyorum o halde sakın geç kalma dedim ve gitti. Bir saat sonra kapı çaldı karşımdaydı ben onu hemen içeri aldım ve önce duş alman gerekiyor dedim onu duşa soktum yıkadım gerçekten çok güzel bir fiziği vardı.

Zaten zayıf uzun boylu ve yakışıklıydı bembeyaz tenliydi banyoda yıkarken penisine özellikle sıvadım ve güzelce yıkadım. Bir havlu verdim çıplak halde yatak odama götürdüm delikanlıyı yatağa uzandırdım ve daha dudaklarını öpmeden hemen penisini ağzıma aldım. Genç delikanlı çok heyecanlıydı ve titriyordu ben ise yılların tecrübesiyle bütün hünerlerimi ona sergiliyordum.

Hiç durmadan ona öyle güzel bir oral yaptım ki kendinden geçmişti. İyice kalkmış penisinin üzerine bir seferde oturdum ve dudaklarını öpmeye başladım. Tüm kontrol bendeydi o da bana ayak uyduruyordu nefes alışverişleri iyice hızlandı ve birden beni üstünden kaldırarak elinin üzerine boşaldı.

Beklediğimden daha iyiydi çünkü o kadar heyecanlıydı ki ben daha oral yaparken boşalacağını düşünmüştüm fakat en azından vajinamın tadına bakabilmişti.
Bir süre ona zaman tanıdıktan sonra tekrar dudaklarına yapıştım ve ona aşağı doğru eğdim. Şimdi keyif alma sırası bendeydi ona nasıl yapması gerektiğini anlattım ve parmaklarını vajinama birer birer soktu. Üst taraflara dil darbeleri atarak beni keyfe getirdi beklediğimden daha iyi bir performans sergiliyordu. Haydi, şimdi üste gel kontrol sen de dedim ve bu anların keyfini çıkarmak için kendimi rahat bıraktım.

Penisini vajinama tek seferde soktu ve yavaş yavaş hareket ediyordu biraz daha hızlan dedim iyice hızlandı gençliğin de vermiş olduğu enerjiyle beni hunharca becermeye başladı. Uzun ve büyük penisi çok keyif veriyordu ve zaten iyi de kullanıyordu ben inlerken onun da keyif almaları çok hoşuma gitmişti. o da inliyordu beraber bu anların ve darbeleri keyfini çıkarıyorduk. Daha sonradan ona isterse arkadan da girebileceğini söyledim gerçekten mi dedi ve inanamadı.

Tabi ki de dedim çünkü bu yakışıklıyı hemen göndermek istemiyordum hemen yatakta domaldım o da arkama geçti ve yavaş yavaş içime girerek anal olarak beni becermeye başladı. Önce çok yavaş hareket etmesini söyledim çünkü canım yanıyordu anal sekse hala alışamamıştım bir senedir yapıyordum fakat her defasında yeni gibi canım yanıyordu, birkaç dakika sonra ise keyif almaya başlıyordum. Böyle de oldu benim artık can yanması geçti keyif alıyordum ki delikanlı maalesef yine boşaldı. Onu incitmemek için bir şey söylemedim ve üçüncü postayı atacağımızı söyledim tadı damağımda kalmıştı.
Henüz daha orgazm olmamıştım ve orgazm olmadan onu bırakmaya niyetim yoktu zaten o da dünden razıydı biraz daha zaman geçti gücünü toparladı ve tekrar arkama geçti. Direk anal olarak beni becermeye başladı ben de elimi vajinama götürdüm ve kendimi parmaklıyordum. İki deliğimi de doldurmuştum ve adeta bu dünyadan başka bir dünyaya geçmiştim keyiften gözüm dönmüştü iniyordum. Kargocu da inliyordu ve bu anların keyfini çıkarıyorduk. O götümün keyfini çıkarırken ben kendimi parmaklıyordum ve bu harika anları orgazm olarak taçlandırdım. Hemen yüz üstü yatağa uzandım ve arkamda olan delikanlıyı unuttum çünkü çok güzel bir şekilde orgazm olmuştum o ise devam ediyordu.
Ben yatınca o da üzerime uzandı ve beni arkadan becermeye devam etti. Benim için sıkıntı yoktu oda boşalsın hiç problem değildi. Ben istersem sabaha kadar seks yapabilecek kapasiteye sahip bir kadındım arkadan olarak beni becermeye devam ederken ben de yine keyfe geldim ve inliyordum. Bir süre daha böyle devam etti ve üçüncü boşalması gerçekten çok uzun sürdü. Artık popom acımaya başlamıştı biraz da vajinadan devam etmesini söyledim hemen arkamdan çıktı ve önümden girdi. Böyle de bir 5 dakika kadar beni becerdi ben de yüzüstü yatmış ön tarafımı okşuyordum. Hiç beklemediğim bir şey oldu tekrar keyfe geldim tekrar dünyadan başka bir dünyaya geçtim ve orgazm oldum.
İlk defa bir erkekle ikinci kere orgazma ulaşmıştım çok keyifliydi zaten benim ikinci orgazmdan sonra delikanlı da vajinandan çıkarak popomun üzerine boşaldı ve oda üçüncü boşalmasını yaşadı. Daha ismini bile bilmiyordum ismin ne diye sordum Yücel dedi ben de ismimi söyledim ve biz yatakta o kadar seviştikten sonra tanışmış olduk. Hala arada sırada gelip beni beceriyor fakat ondan sıkılmaya başladım çünkü erken boşalma problemi var bu da benim canımı sıkıyor. En yakın zamanda onu postalayıp kendime başka bir genç delikanlı bulacağım en azından erken problemi olmayan ve hemen yorulmayıp bir kadını saatlerce memnun edecek birini.

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les atiye 28 kaldığı yerden devam esma beni arabama bıraktıktan sonra ben eve gittim duşumu alıp uzandım dinlendikten sonra kalkıp beyez kilot beyaz sütyenimi giydim üzerine siyah tül desenli mavi tayt siyah bady tişort giydim beyaz babet çorapı beyaz ayakabı giydim evden çıktım meltem evinin oraya geldiğimde meltemi aradım biraz sohbet etikten sonra nerdesin diye sordum şuan evdeyim ne yapıyorsun dedim hiç öyle oturmuş tv izliyorum dedi istiyorsan bir yerlere çıkıp bişeyler içelim dedim olur sen nerdesin dedi bende senin evinin ordayım dedim ben üzerimi deyiştiriyim geliyorum dedi tamam bekliyorum dedim biraz bekledikten sonra meltem gelmişti üzerinde kot pantolon çicek desenli tişort giymişti arabaya bindi selemlaştık seni fazla bekletmedim umarım dedi yok canım ben daha önce den haber vermeliydim dedim nereye gidecez dedi bilmem neresi olursa artık dedim ekledim senin canın ne içmek istiyor dedim alkollu birşeyler olsun dedi açmısın peki dedim evet dedi ne yemek istersin dedim sana bıraktım dedi nereye istersen oraya gidelim dedi balık severmisin dedim severim tabi dedi ozaman haritadan bakarmısın en yakın balıkcıya gidelim dedim meltem bana istersen benim devamlı gitiyim yer var oraya gidelim dedi olur dedim ama biraz uzak dedi ne işimiz varki dedim haklısın dedi yolu tarif ediyor sohbet ediyorduk sonunda yetişmiştik arabadan inip bir masaya oturduk gelen garsona siparişleri verdik garson içecek olarak ne alırdınız dedi meltem rakı dedi garson gittidikten sonra meltem rakı içersin değilmi dedi bende içerim dedim bende melteme rakı içtiğini bilmiyordum dedim sadece balık yediğimde rakıyı seviyorum dedi sen severmisin dedi bir kaç kez içtim dedim istersen başka birşey isteyelim dedi yok rakı olsun dedim gülümsedi bende gülümsedim atiye anlat bakalım dedi neyi anlatıyım dedim evi neden nurten hanıma kıralamamı istedin dedi benimle rahat buluşmak için kıraladı dedim nasıl dedi nurten sanırım rahat olmak istiyor başka bir yer bakıyordu benimde aklıma senin ev geldi en azından senlede daha rahat olurum senin evi tutarsa dedim bu arada yemeklerimiz gelmişti hem yiyor içiyorduk meltem bana nasıl rahat olacaz dedi ben oraya daha rahat girecem bazı eşyalarımı orda bırakacam hem benim hem senin eşyalarını taşımak zorunda kalmıyacaz dedim güldü hı anladım seni şimdi dedi ozaman benim eşyalarımı çıkarmıyım orda kalsın dedi evet kalsın bende nurten teyzeyı aradım yarın anahtarı veririm demiştim dedi iyi yapmışsın dedim zaten parada almıyacaktım kendisinden bu iyi oldu dedi peki sen sordunmu niye evi istiyor diye dedim evet tabi sordum bir kadın arkadaşı varmiş yurt dışından gelmiş yer bakıyor dedi bende kendisine ozaman iyi yaptın nurten teyze bende yabancı birine vermek istemiyordum ama sen aracı olduğun için rahattım dedim evde bir sıkıntı olursa ben hal ederim dedi bende kendisine canın sağ olsun lafı bile olmaz dedim baya sohbet etikten sonra saat baya illerlemişti kalkalımı artık diye sordum olur dedi hesabı istedik ve kalktık arabaya bindik nereye 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meltem gülüyor kadına bak kendisini aştı dedi esmayı merak ediyormusun dedim melteme evet dedi esmayı aradım esma nerdesin dedim kafedeyim dedi bende bana iç camaşırının ne rank olduğunu merak ediyorum dedim şimdi yollarım dedi yoladı siyah kırmızı desenliydi melteme gösterdim way esmaya bak dedi gülerek yıldız hanımınkini görelimmi dedim güldüm yok kız zaten annem bu şeyleri yapmaz dedi emin misin dedim evet dedi deneyelimi yok dedi telefonu aldım daha önce yolladığı ten rankli kilotu gösterdim sence bu kimin dedim gülerek bir kaç dk baktı şaka yapıyorsun dedi yok ciddiyim dedim deli bunlar ya dedi gülmeye başladık meltem bana baktı atiye neden okadar meraklısın ne renk giydiklerine dedi bende bilmem bu bende lise cağımdan beri var ozamanlarda arkadaşlarıma şakayla karışık ne renk giydin diye takılırdım dedim güldü söylermiydiler peki dedi herzaman deyil dedim peki kımse sana sinirlenmiyorlarmı dedi yok kız benim bu halime alışmışlardı ben herkese cok takılırdım onlarda bana takılırdı 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Hello, my name is Amara and I am 21 years old. I am a sex slave for my daddy’s friend as my daddy sold me to him when I turned 18. When I turned 18 I asked my daddy I wanted to work as prostitute but wanted to lose my virginity with him. I loved him so much. He would take videos while I was masturbating and punish if I didn’t do what he said. I was so sad when he gave me away to his friend. His friend, Daniel was horrible. I loved him too. I had to where a collar that said I am a slut and I actually lived in a big cage. They knew I was attracting with my 34cupc boobs and booty. My dad’s dick was average but Daniel’s one was huge. To make sure I didn’t runaway I had to marry my dad and sign an agreement that I belong to Daniel.

This is the first night I had sex with Daniel and my father.

Spank. Spank. Spank. My buttock were sore yet beautiful. Spank. Spank. It went on for an hour till it was time to suck their dick.

“Now, listen carefully and you will be saved from another hour of spanking, whore,” said my father.

“Yes master”

My father carefully made me suck his fingers and slipped it beneath my pussy entering the anus.

“Bitch, suck my dick,” said Daniel, who was very drunk as he was every day.

I took his dick slowly and started to suck on it. First very slowly and only on the tip and casino oyna then building my way up and on his balls. Master was pleased and he moaned. I did it even harder down to my throat. Finally he had cum my master had rained his present all over my face.

My father, who had finished fingering me asked me to lay down so he and my master could test my boobs. My collar was tight around my neck and my master tied me to the sofa so tight because he knew my boobs were still new to his touch. My legs were wide open so that if they needed to spit the can aim it at my pussy. It all started with pinching. My father was good at this. They sucked their fingers then slipped two fingers each into my anus, while pinching and slapping my boobs hard. The pleasure made me beg for more. Finally it was fucking time. First it was my father who liked things slow. My father wasn’t very good at sex and after a while he left.

Then my master had his turn.

“On your stomach.” I hastily flip over, and he pulls my hips up just enough, taps the back of my head to remind me to clasp my hands behind my head, and then he’s got a hand on the back of my neck, he’s pinning me and positioning me, and he pushes back into me, and it hurts doubly much this time going back in and I start whimpering again, and I hear “what are you, tell me what you are” canlı casino and I manage to choke out “I’m a slut, I’m a cunt”, “whose cunt are you?” “Yours Master, your cunt!”

He fucks me like crazy, then he pushes a finger into my ass, and he’s ploughing both holes so fast and so cruelly, I’m in agony and he’s directing me again, “tell me what I’m doing to you”, and I gasp and finally say “you’re fucking my cunt, Master, with your cock, and you’re pushing your finger into my ass” and I feel myself blushing, and he says “why am I doing it?” and he’s fucking me SO. FUCKING. HARD. and I say “BECAUSE I’M YOUR CUNT, MASTER.”

And he cums in me, and I’m sobbing. He kisses me on the back of my head, releases my hands, strokes my back.

Then he pushes in a butt plug. I assumed that this was a sign that the sex was finished and I would have to sleep with the plug in, so once it was in, I relaxed a bit, which was probably very lucky because I felt his cock pressing into my cunt again, and I started whimpering “no no no” and he told me quite calmly “yes slut, you’re going to take my cock as well” and he started fucking me and I really struggled with it, he had his hand over my mouth and I was still moaning and he whispered in my ear “this feels really good for me, and that’s why I’m doing it. Your job is to lie there and take kaçak casino it.”

And so I did, I felt myself relax instinctively, and my body sagged, and he rammed into me and I was so full, his fingers in my mouth holding it open, his cock in my cunt so deep my stomach muscles hurt, the plug reminding me I’m just a slut to be positioned where he wants me, and it was AMAZING. YUM YUM YUM YUM. I was getting high as a kite, just deliriously aching and loving knowing how he was treating me like a toy to use.

Then he pulled out, and pulled out the plug, and I was gasping as I do when I suddenly feel so empty … and he bent me over a bit differently, and I could feel the head of his cock pushing against my ass which still felt impossibly tight and small and I began struggling, back to saying “no no no” and he pushed me over onto my stomach, “face down” so I pressed my face into my pillow, he held me there, “spread your legs” and I did, and then he pushed in, “give up slut, this is happening”, and again I just collapsed and he pushed right in, and I tried to keep my ass relaxed, and then he started fucking me, and I felt so small, so helpless, so much used and taken advantage of, just a collection of holes …

Just to be clear, this was beautiful. It makes me so relieved every time he takes utter control of my body and mind and treats me like a whore who is unable to refuse him. I love knowing that ultimately, I am his fucktoy, not his equal, I am his and he is quite content to fuck me in a degrading and painful way, whenever he wants.

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Chasing James

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“Fuck.”

Chase looked up from his phone. He had been lost in thought, swiping through guys online. “What’s up?”

“Julie cancelled on me again.” James leaned back, closed his eyes, and put his head in the grass of the quad. “Third time in a row. If she wants to break up with me I wish she’d just do it already.”

Chase looked down at his friend lying next to him. James was here on a scholarship for the swim team—and he looked the part. A toned body with short, dark hair and just a little bit of scruff since they’d been off for a couple of days. His jawline could slice bread. Chase was also on the swim team, toned, and his blonde hair gave a nice contrast to James’ brunette. “I’m sure she’s just busy,” he said. “You know how chemistry majors are.”

James moaned and sat up, resting his head in his hands. “Yeah—busy getting railed by her lab partner, probably.”

“C’mon she wouldn’t do that.” Chase knew he sounded unconvincing. She would do that and in fact had once before—not that Chase blamed her. Julie was gorgeous and her lab partner, Kyle, was probably the only person in college hotter than James. “Let’s go for a swim and get your mind off of it.” Chase hopped up and held out his hand for James who let out a heavy sigh and let his friend pull him off the ground.

It was a short walk to the school’s pool, but they took their time and enjoyed the weather. “Enough about my miserable love life. How are things with you?” James asked, elbowing Chase. “Going out with that girl again? What was her name . . . Miranda?”

“Nope, definitely won’t be seeing her again,” Chase said.

“Why not? She was hot as hell.”

“Her roommate was hotter, and she caught me in his room after she thought I’d left.” Chase could feel his cheeks redden.

James laughed. “You fucking slut. Can’t keep it together for one evening?”

“I don’t know what to tell you. He came on to me first, to be fair.”

“I’m sure he did!” James laughed harder and slapped Chase on the back. “Let’s hurry up, I’m going to have to call Julie later.”

They got to the pool just as the only other person there left. “Sweet we’ve got it all to ourselves,” Chase said, following James into the change room. They quickly stepped into their swim gear and headed out onto the deck. Chase looked over at James and couldn’t help staring at his abs. casino oyna His eyes drifted down towards James’ bulge when he caught himself and snapped his head back up.

James quickly looked up at him as well. He could have sworn James had been admiring him back. James cleared his throat and looked at the pool. “Okay, so a few laps and then I’ve got to bounce. Sound good?”

“Sounds good,” Chase replied and hopped into the pool.

After they finished, James headed home to talk with Julie. Chase decided to go back to his place to get some work done. He was behind in a few classes and had a lot to do. His place was small, but functional. A kitchen, a table, a TV, and a bed. Chase sat down and got to work.

He woke up around midnight to knocking on his apartment door.

He looked at his computer screen and realized he had only written one sentence. “Fuck me,” Chase said as he stood up to answer. He looked through the peephole and saw James standing on the other side, tapping his foot. “One second,” he said as he slid the chain off the lock and pulled open the door. “Hey, man, what’s up?”

James stepped inside as Chase closed the door behind him. “This how you always dress for guests?” James asked, eyeing Chase.

Chase looked down and realized he was only wearing his boxer briefs. He felt his chest get hot as he stepped behind his kitchen counter. “Sorry, I was asleep. Wasn’t exactly expecting company. What are you doing here anyway?”

James’ face hardened. He said, “Julie finally pulled the plug. Broke up with me and then kicked me out. Can you believe it? I was hoping I could crash here for the night.” He dropped the bag he was carrying on the floor.

“Oh shit, I’m really sorry. Yeah, of course you can stay.”

“Thanks, appreciate it.” James stripped off his shirt and pants, revealing his toned body to Chase for the second time that day. He hopped into the bed. “Come on, I don’t mind sharing if you don’t.”

Chase felt himself get hard; his dick pressed out against his underwear. He stumbled through his words. “Uh yeah, totally cool, let me just grab a glass of water. Want anything?” Chase turned to the cupboard and tried to get his dick to go down. “I’m good,” James said. After a few seconds, he gave up on willing his boner away and moved towards the light switch as quickly as he could. Then canlı casino he hopped under the covers.

“Christ that thing is enormous,” James said, rolling over to face Chase.

“I’m sorry I didn’t think you saw.”

“Don’t be sorry,” James said, his hand disappearing under the blanket. “It’s flattering.” Chase could feel James’ fingers brush against his lower stomach. His breathing got shallower as James worked his way down to pet the outside of his boxer briefs, stroking his dick through the fabric. Chase closed his eyes and moaned. “You like that?” James asked, shifting his body closer. Chase moaned again and slipped his underwear off, letting his dick spring free.

James chuckled and grabbed it, stroking Chase’s cock faster now. He pushed the blankets off around them and sat up, throwing one leg over his friend. Chase opened his eyes to see James straddling him, jacking him off. His muscular body moving up and down with the rhythm of the strokes.

“Fuck you’re hot,” Chase said, putting his hands behind his head. “You know, I’ve actually been pretty into you for a while,” said James, who moved himself lower until his lips brushed against Chase’s chest.

He started kissing his pecs, biting Chase’s nipples while keeping one hand locked around his dick. He moved up for a moment, kissing Chase around his neck before he dipped back down, licking along his abs until James’ mouth hovered around his throbbing cock. “You want this?” James asked, smirking as he looked up at Chase.

Chase grabbed James’ head and lowered his mouth down onto his eight inches. He could feel his friend’s lips tighten around his dick as James worked his tongue around the head, flicking back and forth. He started to move James’s head up and down along his shaft, going faster and harder as he felt himself getting closer.

He could hear James struggle to keep up and he saw lines of spit dangle from his friend’s mouth onto his dick as James pulled away to catch his breath. “Fuck me, you’re huge,” James said, wiping spit off his chin.

Chase chuckled and sat up, flipping James onto his back. He grabbed some lube from his nightstand and generously coated his dick before lifting James’ legs and rubbing some onto his hole. Chase gently slide a finger in and James gasped. “If that’s a shock, get ready for more.” Chase began sliding his kaçak casino finger in and out of James until he added a second. James’ head tilted back and he moaned in pleasure.

Chase pulled out his fingers and grabbed his dick, propping James’ legs onto his shoulders. He slowly slid in. Chase was shocked by how tight it was and almost came. He slid in halfway as James grabbed at the covers and groaned. Then when James nodded, Chase slid in the rest of the way, eliciting another moan. He started thrusting, moving back and forth as James took more of him each time.

“Fuck me, yes, yes, yes,” James said through gritted teeth. “Don’t stop. Fuck!” He screamed. Someone next door banged on the wall. That only goaded Chase on. He grabbed James’ ankles and lifted his legs higher, allowing him to push even deeper. James grabbed the headboard. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Chase smiled and pulled out of James who gasped as he did so. Chase grabbed him by the hips and flipped him over onto his knees, only giving James a moment to catch his breath before he started fucking him from behind. The smell of sweat and sex filled Chase’s nose as he watched the toned muscles on James’ back flex each time he slid in.

James’ breathing became ragged and Chase grabbed him around the chest, pulling him up so his back was against Chase while he continued to fuck him in the ass. Chase started kissing him along his jawline and slid one hand down to jack him off. James twisted his head around and kissed Chase, shoving his tongue deep into his mouth.

That pushed him over the edge. Chase shoved James down, keeping one hand pressed firmly against his back while he slapped his friend’s ass with the other. “I’m coming,” Chase huffed as he sped up, moving in and out of James, shoving himself as deep inside as he possibly could. Suddenly, he tensed up and came inside him, moaning and gasping as he released everything he had into his friend. At the same time, James let out a ragged sigh and came onto the bed, spraying the sheets and the pillow.

Both guys slumped over on their backs and laid next to other, staring up at the ceiling. James started laughing. “What’s that for?” Chase asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Nothing, I’ve just been wanting to do that for a while,” James said. He slid his body closer to Chase and pulled him into a deep kiss. Suddenly his phone buzzed. He picked it up and sighed. “It’s Julie—she wants to talk. I’ve got to go. I’ll see you tomorrow?” James winked at Chase.

“Definitely,” Chase said as his friend got dressed and left.

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Amber, Part 6

Readers: I hope that you’re all well. I have had almost no privacy to write during our national health crisis, so I feel a bit rusty. If you haven’t read the first 5 parts of this series, you might want to do so before reading this one. Let me know what you think. I do consider your comments.

Amber and her twin brothers, Bobby and Billy, continued with their illicit relationship. Amber had not only had sex with both of her brothers, but eventually had a threesome with them. She told them at that time that she needed at least one of them every day. That, of course, was hyperbole and was said in the passion of the moment. The next couple of months, however, seemed to bear out her claim.

Nearly every single day, either Bobby or Billy would avail themselves of their little sister’s services, whether it was a blowjob or fucking, or anal. Sometimes she enjoyed pleasuring both of them separately on the same day. A couple of times they had threesomes. Amber resigned herself to the fact that she was addicted to sex. She no longer even tried to rationalize it to herself. She loved sex and simply could not get enough of it. She did, however, break up with her boyfriend. She had regrets, because he was more well-hung than her brothers and she really did have fun with him, but she had enough on her plate to continue to do well in school and satisfy both of her brothers sexually.

One or other of the twins sometimes would arrive home and go upstairs to discover the other twin having sex with Amber. Sometimes they would watch or even wait for a turn. More often, he would go about his business until Amber was available for him. Many times, if Amber didn’t feel like having anal sex, she would blow one brother while fucking the other one. Sometimes they would just all lay together in bed, kissing their sweet sister, cuddling her and, perhaps, drifting off to sleep.

Amber sometimes did a little soul-searching. She still continued to attend church, although she felt as if she were going through the motions. She asked herself if her sexual activity with her brothers was diminishing her sex drive or desensitizing her to sex. She didn’t think so. She was always in the mood and still lusted for both of her brothers almost constantly. She loved everything they did to her. Best of all, in her opinion, was the fact that she was still attracted to other boys. She imagined fucking or sucking many of her professors or boys in her classes. She didn’t plan on doing so, but she was secretly glad that she still was attracted to men other than her own brothers.

One day, Billy and Amber were home, eating lunch. They sat on the couch watching TV while they ate. Amber anticipated that Billy would want sex after they finished. She, of course, wanted it too, but decided, as she still sometimes did with Billy, that she might act reluctant. She was wearing blue-jean shorts and a tight knit top. Underneath she wore a push-up bra that made her B-cup breasts look much bigger. Her shimmering red-blonde hair was in pigtails. She knew she was no raving beauty, but she knew she had a very desirable body and that neither of her brothers could not get enough of it.

“Stop looking at my legs, Billy. You’re making me feel uncomfortable,” she quipped, with a grin.

“Shut up. I ain’t looking at your skinny little legs,” Billy stated, and went back to watching TV.

“My legs aren’t skinny. They’ve filled out!” she countered.

Billy looked at her well-tanned legs. Yes, they were definitely filled out, though they were, indeed, slender. They had a very good shape. He thought of the many times those strong young legs and been wrapped around his body as his cute little sister urged him on, giving herself totally to him. His cock began to stir.

“Still skinny, but they’re nice legs. Makes me horny,” he stated, looking into her face.

“Well you can forget it. I’m not doing that stuff anymore. It’s time to stop that. I should never have let you in the first place,” she argued, but almost burst out laughing.

“Oh, Baby Sister, you forget. You didn’t let me. I took it. Remember? Only after you realized how much you love it did you let me,” he smiled.

Amber thought back to the first time she and Billy had sex. She had, indeed, been reluctant and had tried to fight him off. There was no doubt, however, that she had wanted it. The fact that he forced her made it more exciting, for some reason. She still was very turned on by the thought of him, or someone else, just taking what they wanted sexually. She was not, at all, turned on by rape; there was a sharp distinction, in her mind, between rape and reluctance.

“I remember. You need to learn that ‘no’ means ‘no’. The fact that I learned to enjoy it, and then allowed you to do those things to me, doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t respect my decision whether to do it or not. So, I’ve been thinking about it, and I think it’s time that you paid for what you did. I’m cutting you off,” she declared.

Billy snorted. “Cutting casino siteleri me off, huh? What about Bobby? You and him just gonna be exclusive?”

“I’m cutting you both off. It’s time. He never forced me, but he did take advantage of me when I was vulnerable…” she began.

“Vulnerable?” Billy asked, incredulously. He was almost sure that Amber was teasing him, which he loved, but could she possibly be serious?

“Yes, vulnerable,” she giggled. “You know, back when I was skinny and ugly, before I blossomed and got this awesomely hot body?”

Billy laughed with her. Amber was not one to ever brag about herself or her looks. He knew now, and was relieved, that this was just another of her games. He loved them. She was such a tease and that just made his desire for her grow exponentially.

“You laughing at my awesomely hot body?” she challenged.

“Well, first off, you really are awesomely hot, but I know you’re just playing. Secondly, I may just have to have me some,” he said, seriously.

“Have you some what? We have some strawberry pie left in the ‘fridge. Get me some while you’re in there,” she smiled.

“I’ve got my mind on something that’s a lot more tasty than strawberry pie!” he smiled.

Amber could feel her panties getting wet. She knew her teasing was getting to him and she knew the ultimate outcome. They would fuck. It was the intervening time, between their teasing discourse, and the ultimate incestuous coupling, that was going to be the fun part. She knew that her brother would not hurt her, but he would take what he wanted. She was what he wanted; it made her wet pussy clench with anticipation.

“Better than strawberry pie? What could be better than that?” she laughed.

“Fuck, Amber, you make me so hot,” Billy admitted.

“What have I done?” she plead, innocently. “All I did was tell you that we’re not doing that anymore. Now be a good brother and go get your little sister some strawberry pie.”

Billy stood and walked toward her. He grabbed her hand and attempted to pull her out of her chair. She jerked her hand back and pulled her legs up into the chair, fending him off as he continued to grope for her hands.

“Get away!” she said, sternly. “Don’t touch me!”

Billy stood straight up and gazed at her. She wasn’t going to make this easy. That excited him even more. “I bet your little panties are already wet, just thinking about what’s about to happen. Am I right?”

“How do you know I’m wearing panties?” she teased. “Been watching me dress again?”

Billy suddenly moved toward her and put his hands underneath her body, then easily lifted her from her chair and into his arms. One strong arm was under her thighs and the other was around her back to steady her. Amber placed her arms around him to keep from falling. Their faces were suddenly inches from each other. Billy gave her a brief kiss on the lips.

“Stop, Billy. Put me down! This is what I meant. You don’t know what ‘no’ means.”

Billy started walked toward and then up the stairs, carrying his little sister easily in his arms. “I know what ‘no’ means, Amber, but it means something totally different when you say it,” he laughed.

“Billy! I mean it; put me down. I’m not doing this today!” she screeched, half-heartedly.

Billy carried her into her room and tossed her onto her bed. As she watched, he removed his shirt. He sat on the bed to remove his shoes and socks, then stood and began to unbuckle his belt.

As he began to remove his jeans, Amber quickly got off of the bed and sprinted to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She smiled, knowing that she was really frustrating her brother. She knew that he had a quick temper and was apt to be a little rough with her when he finally had his way. He had never hurt her, though, and she knew that he wouldn’t.

Billy banged on the door. “Amber, stop this shit. I don’t intend to knock this door down. If you really don’t want any part of this, I have things to do.”

“Then go do them,” came the reply. “Seriously, we have to stop this.” Billy, of course, couldn’t see her grin from the other side of the door.

Silence.

Amber listened and heard nothing. She pressed her ear to the door and thought she heard him in her room, but wasn’t sure. Then she heard the unmistakable sound of him walking down the stairs. Had she overplayed her hand? Was he really not into this game? Had he really lost interest in her and was this easily dissuaded? As she pondered these things, she removed her clothes and started the shower running. If anything did happen, she preferred to be clean. If it didn’t happen, so be it. Maybe it really was time to stop this.

After drying off, she wrapped her towel around her and listened again for Billy. She could hear the television downstairs, but nothing else. She slowly opened the bathroom door and stepped into the hall. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Billy appeared, dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers.

“Shit! You scared canlı casino me to death, you sneaky bastard,” she cried.

Billy picked her up roughly and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He took the few steps into her room and deposited her on the bed. “You’re not getting away this time, Amber. Your games have really pissed me off.”

Amber moved to slip by him again, but he grabbed her roughly, ripping the towel off of her in the same motion. “Fuck, Little Sister, that body of yours…” he began, as he slid his boxers down and off, revealing his fully erect penis to her gaze.

“No, Billy, don’t. I’m not in the mood, now. You scared me. Let me catch my breath. Let me quit shaking. Please, at least wait a few minutes,” she plead, knowing full well that her requests were falling on deaf ears.

Billy roughly spread her legs and crawled between them. Amber pushed at him, but to no avail. He was so much stronger than her that she could not fight him off, even if she had really wanted to do so. He reached down and guided his thick, wet penis into her opening and thrust inside her, all the way to the hilt.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkk yesssssssssss!” she cried, surrendering completely to her older brother. “Oh Billy, it’s so good! Oh Baby, it’s so good. Fuck me hard and deep!”

Instead, Billy lay between her legs, not moving, his thick cock sunk all the way inside his little sister’s hot, juicy cunt. He played with one of her pigtails as he looked in her cute face. “Sweet little sister,” he gasped. “I love you, Amber. You’re so pretty.”

She looked into his eyes and stroked his face. “You really do love me, don’t you, Billy?” she whispered.

He nodded as he felt tears forming in his eyes. “I love you more than anyone on earth, Little Sister. Even if you really did cut me off, I would still love you.”

She kissed his mouth sweetly, then stroked his face. “Do me slow, Baby. Love me, Billy,” she moaned as he began to slowly stroke in and out of her clasping pussy.

“Oh, Amber, it feels so good, doesn’t it?” he groaned.

She wrapped her legs around him, resting her dainty feet on his ass. “Yes, Billy. Ohhhh, like that, Baby. Oh you’re so good,” she croaked.

“Is my sweet baby sister going to cum on her big brother’s cock?” he smiled.

She giggled, almost silently. “Most definitely. Do me deep, Baby. Get it up in there!” she moaned. “Oh, Billy, fuck! I love you so much!”

She groaned and her body shook. Billy recognized that she was cumming, but he continued to methodically saw in and out of her tight cunt as he watched her face. She was so beautiful to him. He wondered if he could ever feel this way about anyone else. He doubted he would ever find another woman that would meet his sexual and emotional needs the way his baby sister did.

“Unnnnnnghhhhh!” she groaned. “Oh Baby, I’m cumming so good. Give me your cum, Big Brother!” she screeched as she undulated her hips feverishly. “Let me taste it!” she yelled, pushing him up.

Billy quickly withdrew and stood up. To his surprise, Amber rolled off the bed and onto her knees, reaching wildly for his dripping cock. “Feed me!” she smiled.

He stepped forward as Amber stroked his cock. “I need my nourishment, Big Brother,” she smiled as she glanced up at his face.

“Cumming!” he yelped. He watched as her warm and eager mouth enveloped his thick cudgel as she continued to stroke him. Huge wads of his semen leapt into her mouth. As she hungrily accepted rope after rope of his man-seed, she moaned passionately with each offering. She suckled gently when he stopped ejaculating, then bathed his cock with her mouth and tongue.

“Oh Baby, I love your stuff!” she said, gleefully, as she stood and pulled him down on the bed with her. “Now, hold me. I need to be cuddled. I love cuddling with my naked brother, especially when he has fully satisfied me!”

“Oh, you’re satisfied?” came a voice from across the room. Bobby. “Should I come back later, or am I no longer welcome here?”

Amber giggled. “Go get a shower, then get in here with us. I love it when both of you cuddle me!”

When Bobby had shut the door to the bathroom and had turned the shower on, Billy asked, “Do you want me to leave? Want some privacy with him?”

“No, but I better freshen up. You stay here!”

She hopped out of bed and went into the bathroom to shower with Bobby. She was greeted with a smile and a semi-erect cock.

“I thought you’d like me a little better, if I freshened up for you,” she said as she stood on tiptoe to kiss him, then began lathering herself all over.

“I do prefer that,” he smiled. “Are you sure you’re in the mood? I don’t want you to just go through the motions for me.”

“I just want to be held by both of you. Who knows what will happen?” she winked.

As they emerged, both totally naked, they noticed that Billy had fallen asleep. “Wake up, sleepy head!” Amber said as she shook him gently.

She lay on her side, facing kaçak casino Billy, kissing his lips as Bobby kissed the back of her neck, giving her goosebumps and making her giggle. She flipped over and began kissing Bobby, inserting her tongue into his mouth and accepting his. He moaned appreciatively as she began to manipulate his cock and balls.

“What do you want, Bobby?” she whispered as she continued to kiss him passionately.

“Ride me,” he gasped.

As she proceeded to straddle him, Bobby propped himself up so that he was in a sitting position. She rubbed his tumescent cock along her wet slit, then slowly sat on it, taking her brother’s cock deep inside her, just as she had done with his twin, earlier.

“Oh that’s so goooood!” she moaned as Bobby pulled her to him and began to feast on her breasts. “Oh Baby, you know how I love this!”

Billy saw him and scooted over so he could lick and suck one of her breasts while Bobby did the same with the other one. The smacking sounds of the twins suckling their little sister’s breasts mingled with the wet, suctioning sound of Amber’s tight, wet pussy, clinging to Bobby’s thick cock as she rode him, up and down, in and out.

“Yessssssssssssss,” she groaned. “Both of you taking care of me,” she grunted. “Nothing could ever be this good!”

“Not even ass-fucking?” Billy teased.

“Don’t tempt me!” she laughed.

“You’ve never let me do that,” Bobby complained. “I guess I never asked, but…”

Amber stopped for a moment. “Is that what you want, Baby? Because you can have it right now!”

Bobby looked over at Billy.

“Go for it, Bro. It’s really not fair that you haven’t done that. It’s not fair to her, nor to you,” he laughed.

“You gotta use lube,” Amber reminded them. At that, Billy jumped up and looked through the bedside table where he quickly found the tube of lubricant.

Immediately, Amber extricated herself from Bobby’s cock and got on all fours. She had long ago lost any inhibitions concerning anal sex. She and Billy had engaged in anal play and anal sex on many occasions. The twins had doubled her up, pussy and ass, on three occasions. Each time, she had declared she wasn’t doing that again because she experienced discomfort for a couple of days. Then she would get to thinking about it and fantasizing about it and wanting it again.

Bobby took the lube and squirted it directly on her asshole, then smeared it around and began to insert his index finger inside her. He went very slowly. When he had his finger all the way in, he noticed that Amber was breathing hard, almost hyperventilating.

“You okay, Sis?” he asked.

“I love it!” she cried. “I can’t wait!”

Bobby was so turned on by his sister’s reaction that pre-cum was coursing down the shaft of his cock. He now lubed up two fingers, slowly and methodically, working them inside her, as he had seen his brother do on other occasions.

Billy was watching closely. “She’s ready, Bro. Give it to her. Gentle at first.”

Bobby stood on the floor and indicated that Amber was to turn sideways on the bed. He figured he could get better balance that way than standing on the bed, as he had seen Bobby do. He rubbed his cock on her dripping-wet pussy, then stroked inside her cunt. Fuck, it was like a sauna in there!

“Oooooooh!” she moaned. “That was unexpected!”

He now rubbed the wet head of his cock in her nether ring, pushing gently. The head popped in and she groaned.

“Hold it there a minute, Bobby. It will adjust,” she gasped.

Bobby didn’t move as he watched his sister’s delectable breasts sway gently beneath her, in rhythm with her accelerated breathing. She reached for Billy’s cock and, as he opened his legs and scooted toward her, she took him in her mouth. She sucked and licked him for a few seconds, then panted, “Go deeper, Bobby!”

Bobby pushed and, to his great surprise, his cock slid easily all the way to the hilt, deep inside his precious little sister’s tight asshole. “Oh shit, Sis, it’s so tight!” he gasped.

Amber giggled. “See what you’ve been missing?”

“Don’t make me laugh. I’m about to cum!”

“Cum, then. It’s not like you can’t have it again,” she replied as she licked up and down Billy’s hard shaft.

“Do… fuck… do you want him in you?” Bobby gasped, almost losing his battle with his impending orgasm.

“I’m game,” she whispered.

Bobby eased himself out of her asshole. Billy lay crossways of the bed with his feet on the floor. Amber placed him inside her pussy and looked back at Bobby, expectantly.

Bobby took another dollop of lubricant and smeared it on his cock, then gently pressed himself back inside her.

“Whoa now, Cowboy,” Amber warned. “It’s not quite the same with this other horse cock already inside me!”

“Sorry,” Bobby muttered. He slowly pushed forward. He realized that, as he got deeper inside her asshole, that his brother’s cock was being forced out of her pussy. He had experienced this and realized that they had to get in rhythm. He withdrew, leaving only the head inside, as Billy thrust deep inside her. Then Billy withdrew and Bobby slid deep inside her. In no time, they had a perfect rhythm.

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All the characters in this story are at least eighteen years of age or older. This story is pure fiction.

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I had spent months carefully planning my operation and now the hour was almost at hand. Mom and dad would be gone for the weekend. Carol and I would be alone. I had tracked her every movement, listened at her door, plotted her shower times and familiarized myself with her habits. She was a stay at home type so I knew she wouldn’t be doing anything this weekend.

I shyly smiled at her as we sat down for dinner. She smiled back at me. She was just so damned beautiful. Her eighteenth birthday had passed two months ago. This opportunity might not come again any time soon. After all, I would be going back to college this fall. Timing is everything.

Saturday morning I drove mom and dad to the airport and rejoiced as the plane whisked them away. As I drove home, I was suddenly nervous. What if she wouldn’t cooperate? What if she screamed? Nah, she was too meek to put up much of a struggle.

My plan was simple. I would wait until she went for her shower, sneak into her room naked and wait for her to come back and start playing with herself. Then I would pounce on her and fuck her while she was all wound up from her masturbatory escapade.

I waited on trembling legs at my door and soon heard her little bare feet padding up the hall to the bathroom. Now was the time! I slunk down the hall into her room and hid in the closet. I had a major hardon thinking about the pleasure to come. Half an hour later, I heard her door open and close. The sound of a wet towel hitting her dressing chair greeted my ears. I was quivering in anticipation, knowing that soon all her charms would be in my control. It wasn’t long until I heard the tell-tale casino oyna sound of her rubbing her pussy.

She moaned, “Fuck me Roger!”

Roger? That’s me! It couldn’t get any better than this! Her panting became louder and more intense. Now was the time!!

I sprang from the closet and landed on her bed. Wait a minute! That wasn’t her under the covers. It was pillows! Those sounds weren’t coming from her. They were coming from the porn video on her computer.

Shocked and confused, I didn’t know what to do next. I had no idea what was going on. I crept back to my room to get some clothes on and investigate. I sat on the bed trying to make some sense out of all this nonsense.

Suddenly I felt someone tackle me from behind. It was Shirley, my sister’s best friend and she was naked! She knocked me onto my back and slammed her wet pussy down on my lips. I felt a hand curl around my cock. The hand belonged to my sister, Carol. She gave it a few quick strokes and then I felt her pussy slide down over it.

“Start licking,” Shirley ordered.

“Start fucking,” Carol ordered.

As I started licking Shirley and fucking Carol, Shirley said, “See? I told you he was dumb enough to fall for our trap!”

“I guess you were right,” replied Carol, “He’s got a nice big cock.”

“I’ll try it out after he brings me off with his tongue.”

“Oh boy! Then he’ll get to suck his cum out of my pussy!” cried Carol.

I found Shirley’s clit and sucked it into my lips. I made a humming sound on it like a bumble bee.

“Oh damn! I gonna cum!” she cried.

Big quantities of girl-cum drizzled out of her and I did my best to lap it all up. My cock was swelling up in my sister’s pussy.

“He’s gonna shoot it into me!” she exclaimed.

Her canlı casino cunt grasped my flogging member and I started shooting into her. I felt her cum and my cum draining over my balls as she climaxed on me. I was still sucking on Shirley’s pussy. She was rocking back and forth on my mouth. I jammed my tongue as far into her as I could and felt her shudder.

“I’m cumming again!!” she announced excitedly.

I wiggled my hand around her butt and slammed a finger into her ass.

“Holy shit!” she screamed as she came again.

Sated for the moment, she fell to one side. I grabbed my sister’s tits and pinched her nipples. She immediately pulled her body onto mine and squeezed me as hard as she could. She thrust her tongue into my mouth. Her hips bucked a couple of more times and she fell limply onto my chest. All three of us lay in a quivering, messy heap. I was quickly reviving so I squeezed as much titty as I could. Carol propped herself up on one elbow and looked hard at me.

“So, you were going to ambush me huh?”

“Well, that was the plan. I thought you were a virgin. Now, I’ve shot you full of cum!”

“Don’t worry about it. Shirley and I have been on birth control pills for a year. My cherry is a long forgotten memory.”

“So what’s your plan now?” I inquired.

“Well, now you’re gonna eat me and Shirley’s gonna fuck you,” Carol explained.

With that she jumped up on my chest and slid her wet, cum filled pussy up to my lips.

“Lap it up,” she ordered.

Shirley mounted my revived cock and jammed it all the way in, in one stroke.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” she cried.

I pumped her as hard as I could, considering my position. Soon I heard my sister squeal as she came on my mouth. Shirley kaçak casino was bouncing up and down on my throbbing cock as it swelled up within her.

“Oh! Oh! I can feel him cumming in me!!” she yelled.

Her pussy clamped down and I could feel her cumming in rivers on my dick. Once again we collapsed into a wet heap in the middle of my bed. Both girls snuggled up to me, one on each side. I slid my arms around them and squeezed them as hard as I could.

“Let’s have a nap,” Carol giggled.

All three of us drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, both girls were gone. Had I dreamed it? The ocean of fuck juice on my sheets said that it had been real. Where did they go? I got up and took a shower. I wrapped a towel around me and walked into the living room. The girls were in the kitchen. Carol came out and presented me with a sandwich.

“We got hungry. Brother fucking is hard work. But, it is a job I crave.”

Shirley came in and sat down next to me. Her hand slipped under my towel and grabbed my dick.

“Yeah, I want some more of your brother’s cock too. Let’s let him rest for a while and then we’ll go fuck him again.”

“Sounds like a plan,” my sister agreed.

“So, after you get done fucking me, what happens?” I inquired.

“We plan on jumping you every chance we get and fucking your eyeballs out. You’ve got a nice cock and we want to give up on the other boys and just fuck you.”

“Well, you know you don’t have to ambush me. Just ask and I’ll screw either or both of you any time. I’m just happy to finally get some steady pussy. I’m tired of chasing those air head twats around.”

We finished lunch and I was stroking their tits on the way to the bedroom.

“Let’s use your room, Carol. My bed is a mess.”

“Okay. I don’t really care where we go as long as I’ve got some cock in me!”

So, instead of being the ambusher, I turned out to be the ambushee but I suppose I’ll adjust in a year or two.

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I knew it was coming, but when I was hit with the bucket of water, it still made me gasp. It was cold water straight out of the Atlantic down at the cove I’d had my back to while Doug was taking his brandy commercial shots. Both Jason Jax, the shoot director, and Holst Bayer, the sponsor, laughed. Randy Blu, the top talent, was standing next to Bayer, but he was chatting up the young woman the Terrestrial Conservation Officer had sent with us to make sure we didn’t mess up his precious island. She was going to get an eyeful pretty soon if she didn’t go off to check around the island for evidence of illegal visitors as she said she was going to do.

The water did its job. The light, billowy white cotton shirt, now open nearly to the navel, and the white linen trousers were soaking wet and clinging to my body, going transparent, with my tanned “nearly all together” showing through. This was for a commercial for brandy that Holst Bayer’s company made, but he also had companies making sexy men’s clothing, men’s jewelry, and, on the side and down low, porn films. He was combining all of those in this photo shoot in Bermuda. He’d paid to get the whole crew out here from New York on Royal Caribbean’s Adventure of the Seas on a five-day trip, with only a day and a half here in Bermuda for the photo shoot, so it wasn’t surprising that he wanted to hit all of his bases. He hadn’t kept the project secret from me and was paying appropriately. The commercial shooting segments were where the big money was that I was making for this.

I’d already posed for the travel magazine version of the brandy commercial, leaning into the spreading thin branches of a banyan tree, clothing sexy enough but not revealing what they did after being soaked. A rock-enclosed small, pristine beach of the usually closed Nonsuch Island on a peninsula out beyond Bermuda’s airport shimmered in the background behind me. In that one, I was leaning into the tree, holding a glass and a bottle of Bayer Brandy, dressed in my Bayer-fashion line bright whites, and wearing a Bayer jewelry company gold medallion on a gold chain around my neck, the shirt open two buttons down so that the medallion, nestled between my pecs, could be seen. I’d had to shave everything but the hair on my head and my eyebrows for this shoot.

After I’d been soaked with the bucket of seawater, Jason Jax called out, “Hand off the snifter, Nate, lean more provocatively into the web of banyan roots, while still on full view, unbutton down to your waist, and heft the brandy bottle so it looks like you’re drinking directly from it. Shades of a marooned pirate theme.”

With my light-material clothes soaked, my body underneath was in nearly full view. Now it could be seen that all I had underneath was a red string sock thong. The gold bars in my nipples, both Bayer jewelry items, were also discernible. This commercial would appear in skin magazines, both ones for women and for gay men.

As in the first shoot scene, the photographer, Doug Dunner, floated around me at all angles shooting off film and having me change the pose.

And then came what I was being paid the big bucks for—and it was what, I am sure, paid all of Bayer’s expenses for creation of and placement of the commercials as well as the travel costs from New York City to Bermuda and back. This was where Randy Blu came in. He was a big bruiser, muscled-up, tattooed Marine bad-boy type. In contrast, I was a well-formed, but slender, All-American type blond “pretty boy.” At this point in the filming, Randy was hit with a bucket of water too. He was wearing flimsy and sexy white linen trousers too, but was shirtless. I set the bottle of brandy down in the sand by the tree, label toward the camera shots, and leaned farther back into the gnarled elbow roots of the banyan tree. At the same time Doug changed from his still camera to a video camera and Jason Jax picked up a video camera as well.

The scene became Randy finding me at the tree line on a deserted beach at the end of a rainstorm that had soaked us both—the hunky rival pirate captain who had saved me off a sinking ship he was scuttling to be used by him personally. He had pursued me to this point, where I had retreated, seemingly hiding in the banyan tree, but not really. It was clear, really, that I had wanted Randy to find me. I didn’t want the pirate captain to leave me here; I wanted him to take me with him. I wanted Randy to manhandle me. I wanted Randy to fuck me.

Which he did—after he reached me and we struggled. After he slapped me around a bit and subdued me. After he’d forced me to my knees in front of him; I had unbuckled, unzipped, and flared his wet trousers, which were plastered to his beefy thighs, the muscles clearly showing through; and I had taken his massive erection in my mouth and given him suck.

Randy stripped off my wet trousers as he possessed my mouth with his, lifted me and laid me in the webbing of banyan tree roots and branches, raised and spread my legs, mounted and penetrated me, and, while the video cameras moved around in all angles, careful not to capture each other, Randy fucked me and casino siteleri fucked me and fucked me.

It was a brilliant move on Holst Bayer’s part. He got commercials that touched on all of his businesses and that built on each other. Those reading the skin magazines would have their “I’ve seen this before” senses played if they also read the travel magazines. And then, all of the gay men’s sites where Bayer placed the video in either teaser or full fuck version would refer the viewer back to having seen the commercial in other contexts. The selling of the brandy—and the clothes and jewelry too to those who were discerning—would settle in in several dimensions. And the porn film would earn Bayer enough to cover all of the expenses of filming and placing the commercial.

I did all right financially too. I didn’t do porn often. Not doing it often helped me not to be overexposed (so to speak) and had me earning higher fees. My commercial persona was that I was a clean-cut, handsome, vulnerable, but athletic, neighbor type. Whenever I was paired with a big, bad bruiser like Randy, big bucks were made.

That’s not why I’d agree to do this gig, though. When I’d left Georgia and come to New York for dance, acting, and model training after getting through high school, my mentor in Athens had advised me to find the best-looking, richest older man I could who wanted to bed me and to get under him as fast and for as long as possible. Although Holst Bayer hadn’t bedded me yet, he fit the bill.

I didn’t have sex with men just for personal gain, I must say in my own defense. I wasn’t that mercenary. I liked to think that I was just honest. I liked having a man’s cock inside me. I wanted him to be commanding and forceful, which gave me a feeling of being wanted and of being in control of his responses to natural needs. And I liked older men, as long as they were either in great shape, wealthy, good-looking, or hung like a bull. I was in heaven if they were all four. Of these, I posit that being big inside me was more important than being rich.

* * * *

I chose to ride Jason Jax’s cock in our shared cabin on the Adventure of the Seas as we sailed back to New York from Bermuda. Jax was a large, heavy man. On the sail to Bermuda we had tried it with him on top of me, but he was just too heavy for me; I had trouble breathing. There was no question, of course, that I was going to let Jax fuck me on this commercial photo shoot trip. He was the reason I had gotten this gig. I had wanted it not only for the money and the work credits but also because I’d watched Holst Bayer from afar and heard about him and wanted to get close to him. He was what my mentor in high school had told me to look for to ease my way into the New York commercial art world.

Jason Jax was a project director in the advertising firm I did work for when I could. He got me work because I let him fuck me. He wasn’t an ogre, but he wasn’t a handsome prince either. He was in his forties, hirsute, with a bit of a beard and more than a bit of a handlebar mustache, and he’d liked his beer too much for too long to keep himself in shape by whatever exercising he did, which I gathered mainly was doing pushups on young men like me. If he did it that way—missionary style—with others, they must be tanks like him, though. I could only manage him in a doggy position, which he could only do for a little while before cramping up, or as we were doing it now, me riding him in a cowboy, in cabin 7268, on Deck 7, one day at sea between Bermuda and the cruise boat terminal at Bayonne, New Jersey.

He was lying on his back on his twin bed—we shared a cabin—and I was saddled on him, facing his head, leaning back, with my hands palming his knees, and raising and lowering my passage on his hard cock. There was nothing wrong with Jason’s cock. He was gliding his hands over my stretched torso and giving my nipples attention, which helped my arousal.

He was a good seven plus inches and thick, and, thanks to pills, he could keep it hard for hours. So, as usual when he wasn’t doggying me, I was fucking myself on his shaft, using the leverage of my bent legs, while he played my torso with one hand and jacked me off with the other. I came first, with his stroking hand, and then he took over the thrusting to his ejaculation, with me rising a bit off his pelvis with my weight on my knees and my hands palming his hairy pecs, as he bent his legs and stroked up into me, pushing off his feet, until, with a shudder, he released his cum.

After coming, Jason pushed me off him into a sitting position on the side of his bed. He stripped the condom off his cock and tossed it into the trashcan by the nightstand between our twin beds. It wasn’t the first used condom tossed in there today. We’d come back to the cabin after lunch in the Windjammer Café and Jason had been randy. He said he’d gone over the films from the session on the beach in Bermuda with Randy Blu the previous day and they’d turned him on. We were at sea and there wasn’t much to do if neither of us wanted to vegetate in the ship’s casino. So, we fucked. After this canlı casino trip, Jason was going to owe me a couple more good photo shoots.

I was contemplating going out on the balcony and catching some rays—I usually had to use the tanning booths to keep an all-over tan and the sun was shining as the ship cut through the waves and there was no one to see me unless someone worked hard to look around the metal shields between the balconies—when a knock came at the cabin door.

“You get it,” Jason said, with a groan. “I can’t move a muscle.”

I pulled on my shorts and went to the door, opening it to find Randy Blu standing out in the corridor. When we’d left him and Doug Dunner, the cameraman, after lunch in the Windjammer, they’d been off to the casino, although Randy said he had to check in with Holst Bayer first. Bayer, of course, didn’t eat in the café or with the rest of us. They had someplace fancier for the suite crowd like Bayer to eat their lunch. I hadn’t thought Randy was being summoned to Bayer’s bed. I was pretty sure both were strictly tops.

When I opened the door, Randy was leering at me “that way.” He could see beyond me into the cabin and see Jax lying there on his back, still ramrod erect because of the effect of the pills he took. Randy had a suit bag draped over his shoulder.

“So, you’re having a good afternoon, I see,” he said, with a smile. He reached out with his free hand and brushed across the bar in my left nipple with his fingers. I couldn’t object to the intimacy as he’d been about as intimate as one man could be with another one when he’d fucked me in the Bermuda beach film. I shuddered at the touch, because he was a magnificent hunk. I would certainly have preferred spending the afternoon riding him—if there was anything he could do for me as far as getting ahead in life.

But there wasn’t.

“Those parts of the afternoon’s activities have floated by, Randy,” I said. “You were great, but I really don’t—”

“These clothes are for you,” he said, interrupting. “Mr. Bayer wants you to wear them this evening. He wants you to meet him in the Viking Lounge at 6:00 for drinks and then you’ll have dinner with him in the Chops Grill. Don’t make plans for the night, he says.” Randy was smirking. I didn’t know if he thought I would be upset or would feel trapped that I was being summoned by Holst Bayer to provide services that obviously went beyond a drink and a fancy dinner, but if he did, he was way off base. I’d been trying to get into this position with Bayer for months.

“Thanks,” I said, reaching out and taking the suit bag from him, “if you see him, let him know I’m looking forward to it.” I didn’t exactly shut the cabin door in Randy’s face as he was about to say something else, but I was awfully close to that.

“What did he want? What’s that you’ve got in the suit bag?” Jason Jax asked, raising his bulk on his elbows.

“This just might be my future that I have in this bag,” I said. “Don’t count on me for dinner.” Smiling, I headed for the shower. “I’ve got a hot date.”

* * * *

Holst Bayer knew how to make sexy clothes for men. When I walked into the Viking Lounge, the bar at the top of the ship that’s pretty much reserved for those in suites or who were Diamond Club frequent cruisers with this cruise line, most of the eyes found me at the door and followed me to the table where Holst was sitting, also dressed for style, comfort, and show. Thanks to my clothes, some women and men wanted to do me and others wanted to be me. My shirt was a light cotton and linen blend, long-sleeved, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow. It was in an attention-arresting salmon color and was gauzy enough that what was under it could be discerned. I had gold bars in my nipples. The lapel was flared open to the first button that started at the bottom of my sternum. I wore the Bayer-design gold medallion I had on in the Bermuda photo shoot that, if you looked at it closely, showed a homosexual version of a yin and yang design. In this one both yin and yang had phalluses piercing the other. My close-fitting, gauzy cotton trousers were of an off-white color with a hint of yellow to them, delivered in random gold threads that picked up the light. They too gave a tease of the flesh beneath and the curve of the muscles. I was wearing a flesh-colored bikini sock thong to continue the tease. Sandals, no socks, on my feet. I was dressed provocatively enough not to be escorted out of the Viking Lounge or Chops Grill, where we would be having dinner, but sexually attention getting and arousing. I did what I could to make the most of my looks, and, happily, my looks were great.

Holst was wearing the same, his shirt being a pale blue and his trousers white. His jock was blue as well, giving more of a hint than my flesh-colored ones did. He clearly was hung, and when, sitting across from me in the Viking Lounge, he spread his legs, I could discern the length and curve of his cock and the meatiness of his balls as seen through the glass top of the table.

He was a beautiful man. He was either pushing or had just broached kaçak casino fifty, but he was tall, slender, and tightly muscled. He was a Nordic blond with solid, ruggedly cut features. Or he had once been a natural blond. He was a silver fox now, with wavy hair and a gray-blond curly thatch of hair swirling around his pecs and down his sternum. He was tanned and perfectly groomed. And he was smiling at me as I approached his table. One of his hands descended to his crotch as I approached, and, being able to see him through the top of the table, my first thoughts were wondering how he groomed his pubes, whether they were as carefully considered and rendered as the rest of him, and whether he was a cruel lover.

I arrived knowing that he would fuck me if he wanted to. He seemed to be a slower boat in that direction, though, which I found to be both charming and a bit off-putting. I was used to a man knowing instantly when I was willing to submit to him and taking his pleasure—those fulfilling mine of being taken forcefully and as by right. Holst didn’t seem quite so sure that I was his for the taking. He courted me, which I found charming. His reticence gave me a bit of concern on whether he really swung toward men.

As I approached and I looked away from his groin through the tabletop, I saw that his eyes had gone to a blue velvet box laying on the table. He was fingering it with one hand. I focused on the long, slender, sensual fingers of his hands and tingled from the prospect of those playing my body. I was beyond ready for him. He didn’t have to work at seducing me.

But it did add to the arousal that he did work at it.

“It was good of you to agree to having an evening with me, Nate,” he said, as I sat down. “You did very well in the commercial shoots and you look great in those clothes.”

“And the jewelry too?” I asked, fingering the medallion his company had provided, as I sat down across from him. A waiter instantly appeared and, feeling exotic, I ordered a Black Russian. After the waiter had gone, I added, “Of course I would come when and if you called. And it isn’t because you have sponsored this trip.”

“It isn’t?” he asked. “You know what it means to have an evening with me, don’t you?”

I didn’t answer right away because the waiter was already back with our drinks. Bayer was having a beer. It took a minute for Bayer to sign off on the bill, during which I looked again at the blue velvet box on the tabletop. He saw me do that and moved the box closer to me. When the waiter was gone, he said, “Here open this. If you say yes to me, this is yours.”

“Yes to you?” I asked, trying to add “amused” in my questioning look.

“Yes to me laying you. I’m sure you know I want to fuck you.”

“It’s a ‘yes,’ of course,” I said. “You don’t need presents like this, as nice as they are. You are a beautiful man.”

“Just open the box,” he said, but I could tell by his smile that he was pleased with my answer.

I opened the box. It was a gold watch, a distinctive Bayer-design watch with the same design on its face that was on the medallion around my neck. I knew it to be a very expensive watch—in the neighborhood of a couple of thousand bucks.

“This and the clothes on your back—all if you give me everything I want from you this evening.”

“I would give you anything you want just for the asking, Mr. Bayer,” I said. “You don’t have to give me gifts, although of course I like to receive them. You are, as I said, a beautiful man. I wanted to lie under you since I first saw you. I signed on to this photo shoot hoping that would happen.” I was surrendering to him totally, with no need for gifts. That didn’t mean, though, that I didn’t take the watch out of the box and put it on my wrist.

Bayer beamed at me. “So, you will—?”

“What time are the dinner reservations for?” I asked, holding my wrist up for him to see the watch on it and then lowering my arm, touching his forearm with my fingers and lightly stroking him there. I felt him shudder. I was trembling as well.

“Our reservations are for 8:30.”

“Which leaves us plenty of time—both before and after dinner.”

“Yes, it does,” he responded.

We fucked on a queen-sized bed in a very nice eighth-deck one-bedroom suite, much nicer and more spacious than the cabin Jason Jax and I were in. Of course Bayer was paying for our cabin as well as this one. There was no reason why he shouldn’t treat himself to the better cabin. I had plenty of time to appreciate the cabin because Bayer took his time in fucking me.

We both got naked quickly, each of us helping the other, and he got a blow job right off the top, standing in the middle of the cabin, pushing me down on my knees, and rocking his hips back and forth as he massaged the inside of my throat with his very nicely thick and long cock. I discovered then that he was as fastidious about grooming his pubes as he was about everything else. He had a bit less than a three-inch line of close-cropped curly gray-blond hair descending from his waistline down to the root of his cock. Otherwise his groin was newly shaven. After I had sucked him off that first time, he had me pose in various places in the cabin while he took still shots of me and recovered from having ejaculated. This was work I was accustomed to and I knew the poses men like him would like.

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There was very little time for us when Isolde broke the news of Hitler’s death to us. My grandmother turned to my Tante Margarite and told her we needed to depart with the rest of the witches. This was of the utmost importance!

Oma and my tante rushed inside the hut and fetched their brooms. They were gone only a few seconds before appearing back outside; ready to travel. Both women mounted their brooms after reciting their arcane spells in the strange ancient tongue. The nodule-like female hands on the broom handles coned and squirmed their way up into the cunnies of both women and then Tante Margarite who was standing next to me,

“Alright Stephen, hop on!” I mounted behind her and pushed the head of my cock up inside my aunt’s ass. I had a considerable erection still from the mushroom beer so penetration was not at all a problem. I slewed myself up inside her rectum with a huffing grunt and presently felt the strange female hand inside her cunny close itself around my cock and hold me fast. We were now magically “buckled-in” and ready to travel!

A few seconds later and the entire group of us left the ground and rose into the air. Isolde looked around the group as we ascended and circled the meadow higher and higher in ever widening arcs. She nodded her head approvingly and shouted to my grandmother,

“It is good that your young acolyte grandson is with us tonight Hilde. He brings our number to thirteen… we are now a PROPER COVEN!”

“He’ll do more than add to our number count tonight Isolde, you should see him fuck! In fact, at the gathering of power you should make a point of fucking him! Trust me!”

“That I will!” she replied, her voice betraying thinly veiled excitement and interest.

#

We flew through the night sky; leaving our alpine meadow behind, over the snow-capped peaks and moving along the spine of the Alps. I hugged my tante close and thrust my cock back and forth up her ass chute in a lewd bit of buggery; the female hand inside her holding me fast through the walls of her cunt. I chewed at Tante Margarite’s shoulders and neck; pawing my hands upon her breasts from behind and rubbing the hooded nub of her clitty with my fingertips. My aunt’s response was to cackle loudly and urge me on with lewd encouragements over her shoulder as we dashed across the dark void of empty air; the wind whipping in our ears as we followed the black shapes of naked women on broomsticks ahead of us.

In the distance away from the mountains we flew over I saw more signs the end was near for the war. I saw great glows on the horizon, red and orange illuminations glowing against the clouds, (it could only mean one thing, burning towns and cities beneath them). Above the population centers, great columns of smoke and ash rose into the darkness.

Looking down on the roads and passes I saw something else; in the moonlight I could see the roads were choked with vehicles… too numerous for our Army which had long since run out of fuel and supplies. It could only mean the Americans were on the road and everywhere! I also saw no trace of the German army; no vehicles, no flashes of gunfire, and no tracer bullets. It was as if our Army had completely melted away like the snows of winter on warm ground.

It was all very odd and surreal to look down upon as we whipped through the night to our destination. It was unsettling too in a way. I occupied my mind with other things and pulled myself up into my Tante Margarite; giving her a nice cuddling fuck in her ass as we sailed along through the sky. The effects of the mushroom brew had given me a cock of iron and it needed satisfying again. My aunt was only too happy to oblige, cackling wildly as I plowed her rear in the chill night air.

Eventually we saw our destination, the Lattengebirge mountains, in the distance. We started to descend and then began circling to land, I had already spent a steaming hot load twice inside my Tante’s entrails, (each time the magical hand in the broom handle holding me fast and safe). Now our attentions however were to the mountains ahead and slightly below. We continued to circle and descend. As we did, I could now make out why the mountain was called the Sleeping Witch; for that is exactly what it looked like!

Actually it was not one mountain but several; a range of steep peaks above pine covered slopes. The stone peaks themselves rose up from the valley floor in odd twisted shapes like jagged teeth. At a very low angle you could clearly see the outline of an old woman lying on her back; her mouth agape with her two tits pointed skyward. The Sleeping Witch was aptly named.

We touched down on a gently sloping meadow lined with trees about halfway up the mountain. Both myself and my aunt pulled ourselves from the broom’s grasp and we joined the others. Isolde told us to hurry and then motioned for us to move quickly to an opening in the trees where a dark path ran up through the forest. For the next hour we climbed the path through the woods, traveling casino oyna up up up.

The path finally widened and then leveled out into a wide clearing. We were surrounded by fir trees on three sides but directly before us was a solid cliff face; a shear rock wall rising straight up for several hundred meters before it sloped again and tapered to towering peaks above us. Isolde cast a spell over a small stone in the clearing’s center, bathing everything around us in pale green light. We could now see each other and everything around us. The clearing itself was rather odd in that there were several fallen logs of great size and unusual proportions strewn about as well as several oddly shaped boulders.

“Well,” Isolde announced to us all, “we are at the gate to the mountain.”

“I don’t see a gate,” I commented incredulously.

Isolde chuckled and looked at my Tante and grandmother, both of whom shrugged. Oma commented that I still had a lot to learn. Isolde then explained,

“We need to unlock the gates to these cliffs by lying with the guardians of the mountain.”

I still did not fully comprehend. Isolde chuckled again at my expense. She motioned me to follow her, deciding it was better to show me.

She strode up to one of the elongated boulders that was not unlike an enormous cigar in appearance, tossing her broom down on the ground beside her. She commenced to rub the bare stone with her hands as she chanted with shut eyes in the old tongue. Slowly the stone began to move and morph as it became softer, until presently it appeared as a mass of grey flesh, still flecked with little bits of granite mica but very much moving breathing flesh. After a few moments the cigar formation became a body with arms, legs, and a face; the face of a slumbering man… quite strong and powerful in appearance. Isolde knelt forward and kissed his lips of stone.

The eyes of the stone man opened. He looked up into Isolde’s face, (confused at first). A moment later, he realized who it was and he smiled. He embraced the towering blonde witch with his stony arms gently as he spoke.

“Isolde, it is so good to see you! You are here to enter the mountain?”

“Yes my friend,” Isolde replied, “I am here and I brought others. We all need to enter.”

The stone man looked up from his bed of solid rock and surveyed the group. He turned and surveyed us all and nodded his head. With a gesture of his hand he pointed to the other boulders and logs strewn about the clearing saying,

“Of course, there have been others tonight who have arrived before you. Have your friends lie with us and enter the mountain in good time.”

With that, the stone man pushed aside a blanket of rock that covered his body, revealing a great stone phallus of flecked granite and quartz. Isolde complied and swung her leg over his body. With some force she brought the stony cock to the entrance of her womb and biting her lip, she sank down upon it. She grimaced and let out a gasp before she began to fuck. The stone man began to drive his loins up into her. She motioned to the rest of us to follow suit.

“Lie with us friends and gain entry,” the stone man called to us happily before returning his attentions to Isolde; who now dangled her breasts for the man of stone to crane his neck and gobble as his hips thrust again and again up into her.

“Come Stephan,” Oma said to me with a hand on my shoulder, “I will give you a guardian to lie with.”

Oma led me to a log at one end of the clearing. Again I noticed it was oddly shaped. My grandmother and aunt began to lay hands upon it and chant in the ancient tongue. All around us witches were doing the same with rocks and boulders strewn about the clearing. Presently I looked down at the fallen timber before me; seeing movement and metamorphosis. It was alive!

I glanced about the clearing. The same was going on all around us, the witches in our impromptu coven were chanting over logs and stones while laying-on hands; causing the boulders and fallen trees to take shape, to breath; to become flesh. I turned back to the log before me and saw the face of a young woman, (nude, beautiful, and smiling at me).

“Lie with me and gain entry,” she said sweetly as she raised a hand to stroke my hair.

She pulled me down to her on her softening bed of wood. Shifting her legs apart, she took me between her thighs and raised her knees; wrapping lanky feminine legs around my form. My cock sprang to life; for although I could see grains of wood in her skin, I could also feel the unmistakable texture of soft warm welcoming female flesh.

“You two get acquainted,” Oma said with a happy wink, “myself and your Tante Margarite need to busy ourselves elsewhere.”

With that, my grandmother and aunt turned and stepped across the clearing to a place where a fallen tree and another toppled boulder lay unoccupied. They began reviving the guardians inside, preparing to lie with them and gain entry to the mountain. I turned back to the canlı casino girl in my arms.

“Kiss me,” she whispered in my ear, her voice like sweet honey.

I did. My lips touched delicate female lips; soft as silk. Her hands found my cock and guided it to her lovely sex, resting at the entrance. With a grunting shove from me and a happy sigh from her, I plunged inside; sliding all the way in up to my balls.

She let out a gasp and kissed my ear; swirling her tongue around inside. We began to rut and fuck. The other pairs around the clearing did the same as well. The air was heavy with the scent of sex and the electrical flow of magic.

A chorus of moans and gasps rose from the clearing as more bodies thrashed together. Everywhere was the rich sound of flesh striking flesh. The trees around us began to sway as a breeze began to push them too and fro as the wind whistled and whirred above us in the tree-tops. Our combined fornications were beginning to do their work upon the elements.

Beneath me, the tree maiden her hips against me and I followed suit with deep thrusts, aiming for her very core. I was hot as a fire poker; my cock throbbing and raging inside her as I thrust over and over against her womb. She responded by playfully nipping my lips before offering up her breasts for me to suckle (which I did with hungry zeal), first one; then the other, until her nipples rose like cherries atop her bountiful bosoms.

Now we rolled over on her bed of soft wood, my cock and balls continuing to fuck and slam deep inside her as she gasped in my ear and ran fingers threw my hair. My hands traveled down her back spread her perfect rump cheeks. Pulling her ass far apart while slamming my loins deep into her quim, my fingers found the naughty round crater of her dung-hole and began to tease and circle it. She let out a squeal of delight and then sighed,

“Push them into me!”

I did as she requested, shoving my fingers first one, then another, then another; deep into her rude opening as my loins fucked and plowed her roughly at the other end. She kissed my neck and bit my chin in little puppy nips; blubbering and whining with joy from my thrusts and grinding her own hips hard against me in reply. All around us, the moans and calls grew in volume and intensity until the clearing was full of passionate wailing. The wind itself began to blow harder through the trees, creating a haunting choral effect of its own. I felt a raindrop hit me in the face, then another, then another, as the sky above me began to boil.

As we fucked one-another with reckless abandon, again a rain drop struck my forehead, then another… and then still another. The sky grew darker and the clouds appeared to dip lower. Over the next several minutes I could feel a rising in my balls and here and there in our group of fornicators I heard the unmistakable sounds of people also close to their “spending.” The rain now began to fall in a cool irregular splatter which we all simply ignored. We fucked on; letting the sky do its thing.

She and I thrashed and chewed hungrily at each-others lips; oblivious to the gathering storm. The sprinkle became a downpour. All around us bodies bucked, humped, and flailed against one another in the now pouring torrent. I was nearing my crescendo; as was the maiden atop me.

Her rump smashed up and down upon me; making meaty wet smacks as the water poured from the sky and our fingers ran through each other’s drenched locks of hair. It was at just the correct pounding wet pace I required. I was now “there,” and I was well aware of it.

I let out a choked snarl through my nose as the girl tossed her head up and back as if attempting to view the bolts of lightning, (now arcing across the night sky). She let loose her scream of joy. My balls exploded and my cry rose with hers; merging into a shared call of release and grateful sobs, (all while salty globs of my seed spewed and sprayed her insides). She imitated the manner of the rainstorm that lashed us; shuddering and drenching me with a torrent of her own making. We fucked and fucked as more shouts and calls rang out around us while the heavens crashed, stormed, and drenched.

A bolt of lightning flew from the sky; seeming to crack the entire mountain from top to bottom and bring it all down upon us. The soaked earth beneath us rattled and shook as more and more in our party screamed and cried with joy; sending more electric bolts flying and arcing through the heavens. Electric missiles now rained down from the heavens to strike the rocky face of the mountain beside us; resulting in thunderous crash that dropped rocks and stones from the great heights above, (only to narrowly miss us all below).

I then heard an immense roaring sound, as if the very mass of the mountain next to us was shifting; a half roar half crunch of millions of tons of rock upon rock moving against itself. I glanced to the wall of rock and I saw. Like a great gaping wound… the sheer cliff face had split and now kaçak casino a cleft was slowly grinding open between two halves; like an eager cunt that had opened wide from too much lust and wine. The gate to the mountain was open.

I looked around, seeing bodies clutched together, (each form panting breathlessly). Nearby, Isolde surveyed the open gate and nodded. The way was clear… we could enter the mountain.

I saw Isolde and the man of stone exchange pleasant hushed words and the two shared one final smiling kiss before she climbed down from atop him. The stone man morphed back into a shapeless solidifying rocky blob; until finally only the same large boulder we had originally seen remained. Around me others were saying sweet-nothings to their guardians before climbing down. I took this as my “cue.”

“Remember me,” said the tree maiden as she rolled off from me and pulled her bedclothes of wood and bark around her. We shared one more kiss.

“Come back to see me again?” she asked.

“I will,” I answered.

A few seconds later and she was transformed to solid wood and bark; a lifeless log resting on the floor of the clearing. I looked and saw my grandmother and aunt hurry past me. They turned and beckoned for me to follow quickly. We all made an effort to catch up to Isolde who had was already well in the passageway. We entered the Mountain of the Sleeping Witch.

We padded for several minutes through a long tunnel, lit by an odd incandescent glow that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. Shortly we reached the end of the passage and exited; emerging into a wide bowl-like valley that was open to the sky (and several hundred meters up the mountain from where we’d started). Dozens of large bonfires illuminated the bowl, casting odd shadows against the high walls of the mountain to every side.

Shouts of welcome rang out to us from every corner of the rocky valley. Isolde raised both her arms and shouted back salutations to the witches and warlocks who greeted us. The air was alive with music and laughter. Everywhere I looked, it seemed I saw writhing naked bodies on animal skins, back-lit by bonfires. It became plain to me; we’d arrived at an orgy of witches.

Bodies humped and thrashed everywhere against one another in a festival of frantic fucking. Here and there someone would rise from the writhing snakelike pile of limbs and humping backsides. The person would stagger to an enormous cauldron to scoop out a cupful containing some sort of steaming brew, before gulping it down and returning to the fuckery, (apparently with a libido restored). I was stunned and amazed at what I saw.

My trance was broken however by the drone of several aircraft, flying high above us, (way above the boiling black soup of clouds). I realized that if there was a break in the clouds, anyone flying above might certainly be able to look down and most definitely see the bonfires. My grandmother saw my concern and she patted my shoulder saying,

“It’s alright Stephan. No one will see from above. This valley has a permanent spell above it… no airplane, mountain-climber, or hiker can look down into it and see anything but rocks and lichen… night or day. It’s been this way since the times of the Inquisition. Nothing is going to be seen and nothing will come out but a few unseen wisps of smoke from our fires and a bit of magic.”

“Magic? So the gathering in this place is…”

“The gathering,” she interrupted, “is to focus and concentrate all our power and energy and this bowl is like an enormous loudspeaker, casting that energy out far across the land.”

She turned her head upwards. A smile stretched across her face. Pointing at the sky for emphasis she explained with a hushed tone,

“Look it is already beginning to occur, the first ripples on a pond that will grow into a great wave of power!”

I turned my gaze up to observe the boiling clouds above me; just as I’d seen down below with the guardians earlier, only now the sky was different; not quite clouds but more like water. It was as if the very weather and nature was transforming itself. Matter and energy were being agitated from their normal states into something completely different. Flashes of lightning here and there jumped from tarry black cloud to tarry black cloud, (only the electrical patterns looked less like lightning bolts and more like sparks of static moving across a bed-sheet on a cold dark night).

“We,” she continued, “will all need to fuck this THING into existence, this recovery, this healing, this reconciliation of the land. Mother earth is sick and we will be the physicians.”

I didn’t quite understand but knew it all had something obviously to do with the healing magic of sex. Oma grabbed my hand as if to say, “You’ll see,” and led me off with Tante Margarite. We found Isolde near one of the large bonfires. Next to her stood two young blonde women; one tall and buxom, the other short and petite like a pixie. Isolde made introductions.

“Ahh Hilde, Margarite, and Stephan,” she said with a sweep of her arm to us, “this tall enchantress with the round ripe bosoms is Katinka and the diminutive little flower blossom next to her is Brittany.”

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I was cold all of a sudden. I moved my body over to seek the warmth of Savannah’s body but she wasn’t there. I reached out on the bed with my hands but nothing. I opened my eyes and wondered if it was really just a dream. I noticed a piece of paper on the nightstand and moved over to read it ‘Think of me when you use this’.

I looked at the paper but wondering what I was supposed to use. I tried pulling it off the night stand but it didn’t come away easily, something was weighing it down. I lifted it up and there it was…The vibrator I bought. Where was Savannah? Was she coming back later?

Saturday, September 22nd

Dear Diary,

I woke up this morning thinking I had the most amazing dream but it wasn’t a dream. It really happened. Savannah was here doing things to me that I never thought would happen. She wants me to use a vibrator and think of her. Who else would I be thinking of when I used it? My only thoughts are of her. I’m so giddy right now that I feel like I’m cloud 9.

—–

I took a shower but didn’t take the vibrator with me. Now that I am thinking about it, I’m wondering if I should have used it first then taken a shower. I made some coffee and thought about Savannah as I ate a bagel for breakfast.

I smiled as I thought about what she said to me and wanting to taste me. I wanted to taste her too. I was suddenly getting wet at the thought of her licking me last night. I went up to my bedroom and got the vibrator. I looked at it a moment and it looked a little longer and wider than any man’s penis I slept with. I was suddenly nervous. What if it hurt? Would I really enjoy this sex toy over the real thing?

I took my underwear off and lied on my bed. I sighed heavily. I didn’t want to do this without Savannah here using it on me. I don’t know how long I lied there trying to convince myself to use it. Every time I thought about using it, I chickened out.

Dear Diary,

I couldn’t do it. I lied here for I don’t know how long wanting to but couldn’t. I don’t know what is wrong with me. I even tried thinking about some hot man on top of me but still nothing. I took a couple of pills for the pain in my head and did some cleaning to get my mind off things. Savannah hasn’t called or came over to tell me why she left without waking me up. Does she regret last night? I don’t think she does. I know she wants more but how can I do that if she always leaves me?

Is she teasing me? If she is, she’s doing a hell of a good job. I want her more and more. Why does she do this to me?

When I was done cleaning and stuff, I came back up here to get some more pills because my head was just pounding. The vibrator was lying on the bed. I took my underwear off again. I thought about Savannah between my legs the night before and I rubbed the tip of it on my clit. It was so amazing. I didn’t even have it on yet and I was already so wet.

I moved it up and down between my lips before sliding it in and out slowly. I slid it in further each time and I don’t know how many times I came on it. I now know why there are many sizes, shapes and speeds of these things! After I used it, I went downstairs to the website I ordered from just days ago. I think I am going to buy stock in the company now because I bought over several hundred dollars worth of different toys.

I figured I could afford it now with the promotion I got. I still can’t believe I ordered so many different things. But I am so excited about using them! I wonder if Savannah will be as excited about it as me.

—–

Sunday, September 23rd

I have nothing to write about today, sorry Diary.

Monday, September 24th

I started my new job today. I am shadowing Yvonne all day at work. The day flew by for me at work. I am working later than I was before. I got home, ate and now I just want to sleep. I didn’t see Savannah at all though. I sent her an email but no reply.

Thursday, September 267th

I don’t even know the day or date any more. I am so exhausted. casino oyna I am starting to wonder if I made the wrong choice. I don’t have a life anymore. I have dinner plans with Rose tomorrow. She told me Dave was coming over and if I didn’t go there, she’d read my diary and tell everyone. I have no choice but to go. She knows where I keep it. I am going to have to find a new hiding place for you instead of under the mattress.

—–

Friday started out the same as it always does. I had meetings practically all day. I didn’t even know when or if I’d actually be able to get to lunch. I hadn’t heard a word from Savannah all week either. I’m hurt and so upset at myself for actually thinking I could be something to her.

It makes me wonder how many other women she led on and then crushed them. I spent over three hours in one meeting, came back to my desk to prepare for the next one. I looked at the time and stopped at the vending machine to get something to eat for my lunch. I didn’t want my stomach rumbling when I was about to give a presentation. I was going to have to go shopping tomorrow to get new clothes since I was lost several pounds this week alone.

My presentation went over well, thankfully! I went back to my desk for a moment and looked at the time and my calendar. I almost forgot about dinner tonight with Rose. I had to leave work by five tonight or I’d never make it there on time. I heard someone raising their voice outside my door. It was Marie “You can’t just go in there.”

I got up to see what was going on. The door opened and there stood Savannah with a box. Marie, my receptionist, tried to get in front of Savannah “I’m sorry Victoria. I told her she couldn’t just come right in.”

“No, it’s ok Marie.” I said.

Marie gave Savannah a dirty look before she walked back to her desk.

Savannah shut the door and came in my office looking around. “Nice office.” She set the box down on my desk “It would have been really nice if someone grabbed all of their things before moving into another office. I have spent hours trying to clean it out before I moved in.”

“Huh? What are you talking about? I cleaned my office on Monday.” I said as I looked at the box wondering what I had forgotten. I opened the box and my eyes bulged out of their sockets. Inside was a butterfly toy. I shook my head “I didn’t forget this.” I looked up at Savannah.

She was smiling from ear to ear. She whispered “Put it on for me.”

I shook my head adamantly “No, there is no way I am going to do that here.”

She came around my desk and I fell into the chair. She put her hands on the arms and leaned down into me so she was only inches from my lips. “No one is going to know. I want you nice and wet for later, anticipating my tongue between your legs.” Her hand was suddenly moving up my skirt, between my legs. She whispered in my ear “I know you’re nice and wet already just thinking about it.”

I bit my lip because I could feel the cry trying to escape my lips as her hand slid up further. Her touch sent chills down my spine but I had to shake thoughts away. I was at work! I couldn’t do this! She kissed my earlobe, her breath blowing softly in my ear. Her hand touched my underwear and I bit my lip harder. My mind was telling my legs to close but they had a mind of their own as they opened further for her.

“Yes, spread them for me Vic.” Her fingers teased the sides of my underwear, running along the outside of them. “Put it on for me Vic or I won’t come over later.”

“Yes.” I said breathlessly. “I will.” I wanted her to come over. I wanted to feel her silky touch inside me, fingering and tasting me again and again until I couldn’t take any more.

She bent down between my legs and pushed my skirt up. “You’re going to have to stand up for me Vic so I can put this on.” I looked at the door and she smiled “Tell her not to bother you. You’re talking to me about something private and can’t be disturbed.”

I nodded. I didn’t think the words would come out of my mouth canlı casino as I started dialing Marie’s number. But I did. I told her I didn’t wish to be disturbed that Savannah had a private matter to discuss with me. I stood up and leaned against my desk.

She knelt in front of me, pulling my underwear down slowly then pulled my skirt up around my hips. She kissed my lips softly and I started shaking. Her fingers spread my lips wide and her tongue slid between my lips. “You taste so good.”

I was so nervous that someone was going to barge in here. Thankfully the only windows in my office overlooked the city so no one could see inside my office. Unless they had binoculars but I didn’t think anyone would be spying on my office.

“Give me the butterfly Vic.” I reached behind me and grabbed it out of the box. She took it in her hands and slid her finger inside me. I grabbed the desk harder, holding on to it for dear life afraid I was going to fall.

She moved my legs further apart and it felt so cold against the heat between my legs. She moved it a bit and I felt what looked like a beak, push into my clit. The small tail touched my asshole gently, just barely touching it but I wanted it to go in further. It was so arousing to feel it against me there. I leaned forward at the pleasure and pressed my lips together so I didn’t cry out.

She smiled as she put the straps around my legs, adjusting them so it was tight against me. She pulled my underwear back up and skirt back down. She pressed the butterfly into me and I reached for her breast. She pulled away and smiled “Later. When we’re in your bed alone, you can touch me.”

I just stood there gaping at her. How could she do this? She was making me so wet and horny by touching me but I couldn’t touch her?! She started walking away and I tried to adjust myself. The thing felt a bit odd between my legs and I wondered if I’d be able to walk with it. I took a few steps with it in, following Savannah. “I’m walking funny with this in.”

She laughed “You’re not. You’re fine.”

I quickly sat down, afraid the thing would fall out of my underwear. She opened the door and I saw Marie looking at us. I suddenly panicked. Did she hear us? What if she knew? Savannah smiled “Thanks for the talk” and shut my door.

I had to adjust my body so it wasn’t uncomfortable with that thing latched on me. I looked at the clock and realized I had only forty five minutes left before I had to leave. I quickly looked through my work to see what I could get done before I left. As I was signing my name on a document, the thing started vibrating between my legs. I jumped and the pen made a huge line across the paper.

I closed my eyes as it massaged me. It felt so good. I moved my hips back and forth against the chair. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as the vibrations increased. After a few moments, I had to I grab my desk, holding on to it for dear life as the pleasure rode my body. I think I was going to scream from the pleasure as I slowly slid out of my chair.

Then it stopped. I was breathless as I tried to move back up my chair, trying to regain my composure. I heard a ping on my computer that I received an email. I opened it. It was from Savannah. It said ‘Did you know there’s an app for that? More to come later’.

What?! There’s an app for that thing to go on?! Oh yes…Oh no…Tonight? Not tonight! What do I do? I quickly send a reply back ‘After 10? I have to go to my sister’s for dinner after work.’

I waited and waited for a reply but nothing. My heart deflated. I waited until I had to leave but still no reply. Why was she punishing me like this? Why couldn’t she understand that I had plans? It was alright for her to just up and leave whenever she felt like it but I couldn’t? I went to the bathroom and took the thing out. I didn’t want any unexpected surprises during dinner.

Friday, September 28th

Dear Diary,

I left work with no sign of Savannah. I could only hope she will show up after 10 ten tonight. kaçak casino I drove down to my sister’s and actually hit it off with Dave more than I anticipated. When Rose and I were cleaning up, she teased about making plans to go to a movie on Sunday with him. When I looked at the clock it was after 9:30. I told Rose I wasn’t feeling well and scurried out of there. It’s now 11.

I don’t know if she showed up and I wasn’t home and left. Do I give her a key to my place to come in if I’m not home? This is my private sanctuary though. What if she found you? What if she read this? I don’t think I could live with myself knowing my private thoughts were exposed to another.

—–

When I woke up in the morning, I looked at the clock. It was already after 9. I couldn’t believe I slept that late. It felt exhilarating to actually sleep that late though. I think my mind and body have been working overtime and just needed the rest.

I made some coffee and sat down on the couch. When the doorbell rang, I looked at the door a moment wondering who it was. I didn’t want to get my hopes up that it was Savannah. I had to end whatever we had between us. I couldn’t keep hoping I would see her, she would come over and we could do naughty things together.

When I opened the door, the UPS man was standing there with a huge box on the ground. “I have a package that needs to be signed for.” He held a little box out for me to sign my name. I looked at the box and refuse it ‘Send it back’ but then Savannah’s car pulled in my driveway.

My heart was suddenly beating in my ears. There’s no doubt she saw the package. I quickly signed for it as she walked up to my door. The UPS man smiled “Thank you. Have a great day.” I smiled and tried to look at him but my eyes were only for Savannah.

She was smiling as she walked up to me. “Another package? What’s inside? I know I’m early but I just couldn’t wait any longer.”

I was red as she picked it up with both hands and came inside. I shut the door and she was already sitting on the couch waiting for me. “Savannah…Can we talk?” I asked as I sat down next to her.

She was suddenly on me, kissing my lips. Her hand moved down between my legs. She broke the kiss and whispered “You took it out.”

She drove all the thoughts from my mind that I just couldn’t keep doing this, whatever it was. When she stopped though, I just wanted to her to continue. I didn’t want it to end. How could I end it?! I longed for her touch every moment, desired more when she was with me.

She said my name, startling me from my thoughts. “Sorry, what did you say?”

She laughed and whispered as she moved her hand to my face “Did you miss me?”

I looked her in the eye. I had to tell her the truth right then or I never would. I whispered “Yes.”

Savannah smiled. That smile was so wicked looking. I knew she was up to something and I was going to truly enjoy whatever it was. “Good.” She looked at the box “What’s in here?”

“Uhh…” I was suddenly embarrassed and I didn’t know why. She saw the other toys but this box was a lot bigger and many other things. I didn’t know if she would like them or even use them on me.

She pulled out her keys “Do you want to open it or should I?”

I nodded. I was shaking and I didn’t know if I’d actually be able to open the box or not. Knowing my luck I’d cut myself. She opened the box and looked at me shocked by what was inside. She pulled out one of the toys. It was an anal plug that said it was for beginners.

“I think you need to get some scissors so we can open some of these.” I nodded and got off the couch. I could hear her rummaging in the box as I got the scissors. I came back to find some toys on the couch and the lube on the table with the anal plug.

I handed her the scissors and sat down. “I think it’s going to be a long day. It’s a good thing Steve knows I’ll be home later…Much later so nothing can interrupt us this time.”

I swallowed hard as she started cutting the packages open. When she was done, she looked at me “Go up to your bed and close your eyes until I tell you to open them.”

I didn’t know what she was going to do to me as I walked up to my bedroom to wait, wait and see.

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Always Home Ch. 04

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4. Saturday classifieds. Chinese take-away. Other plans.

At some point in the early hours of the morning, before dawn, Elsa got up and went back to her bed, not without incoherent grunts of protest from me, and not without a few hastily stolen kisses. But she left my bed, drifting up like an angel in the darkness, and floated back to hers. I lay half-cognisant for a few minutes after that, my face resting on her side of the pillow where her fragrance and body heat still lingered, before slipping into restless dreams.

One moment Elsa was there, warm in my arms, and then she was gone. Later, I remembered one dream scenario in particular: she had to go shopping, she said, as she slipped from my arms and up into the air, blowing me kisses as an ethereal mist enveloped her and her hair turned silver, floating mysteriously in the hazy aura of light surrounding her.

I woke up clutching the pillow to my chest, curled up around it as if I’d been clinging to it for my very life. It was morning already: Elsa’s alarm clock said 9:23. Elsa was gone, her bed neatly made. I untangled myself from my quilt and crawled over to the bed. As usual, Elsa’s satin pyjamas were tucked away under the pillow. I lifted them to my face and inhaled her scent, my body almost going limp with relief. Elsa. How could she have become such an important part of me, so quickly?

Stuffing the pyjamas back under the pillow, I stumbled out to the bathroom and washed my face. Then, after pulling on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, I wandered out into the living room.

“Morning, Ger.”

“Morning, Elsie.”

Elsa was sitting at the dining table, with the Saturday classifieds spread out in front of her and a green felt-tip tucked behind her ear as she pored over the job advertisements. The sliding door was open behind her, allowing a fresh breeze to blow in from the back yard. It was sunny outside, and the air was clear.

“Where’s Marn?” I asked, sitting down across from Elsa. She looked up at me, smiling, and I grinned back.

“Getting ready for swim training,” Elsa said.

“Already? She’s only been there two days…”

“I know, I know, but you know Marn. Has to keep busy.”

“Where’s she training — at the school?”

“Nope, it’s a public pool somewhere close by. I offered to take her, but she said she needed to warm up, so she’s going to walk.”

Only Marnie would exercise on her way to sports practice. Still, that was the kind of girl she was.

I nodded towards the paper. “Anything promising?”

Elsa sighed. “Not really. At least, nothing I feel qualified for.”

“What, you mean an honours degree in English lit isn’t worth anything in the real world?” I asked, feigning shock.

“Quiet, you,” she grumbled. “And don’t get smug about it either — I’ve got a pen here with your name on it. You’re going to take a look after me.”

“Yeah, yeah, I was just teasing,” I said, grinning. “So, is there anything to eat?”

“Marn and I had breakfast already. There’s bread there for toast, and bacon and eggs if you can be bothered with cooking.”

“You mean you’re going to make your poor kitchen minion fend for himself?”

She shot me an amused glance. “After last night’s little demonstration, you still trust me to cook anything for you?”

I leaned forward, across the table. “Not a thing, sweet one. But still—”

“Hey, Ger. Morning.”

I started, guiltily, at the sound of Marnie’s voice. God, that had been close. I’d just been leaning in for a kiss…

“Hey, Marn,” I acknowledged, resuming my seat and turning in her direction. She was standing there in tracksuit and sneakers, with her sports bag slung over one shoulder. “Ready to take on the world, I see. Did it ever occur to you not to volunteer for sports straight away?”

“God, that’s so you, Ger,” she scoffed. “Anything to get out of waking up early. But I happen to like competition. And besides, you know Mr Anderson, that teacher I was telling you about? He’s one of the coaches.” She grinned. “And I wouldn’t want to keep my dear coach waiting, especially not when I’m dying to strut around in front of him in my bathers. Later, guys.”

“See ya, Marn.”

“Be careful,” Elsa warned, getting up from her chair. “Remember to call if you want me to come pick you up.”

“I will, and I won’t.” Marnie laughed. “Stop fussing over me, Your Grace. I’m not a kid.”

“I know,” Elsa said. “But you are my sister.”

“Then act like one! Catch you later!”

“See you!” I called, as Elsa dashed to the door, waving to Marnie as she jogged off down the street. My stomach was fluttering just a little as the morning sun revealed Elsa’s figure through her blouse and caressed her legs with golden light. I came to my feet and moved towards her.

“That Marn,” Elsa said, chuckling, as she closed the door and locked it. “Well, Ger, what should we—”

She gasped as I pounced on her, pressing her up against the wall. My hands slid up her waist, tugging at the fabric of her blouse, before stopping just under her breasts, cupping them casino siteleri greedily. She succumbed to my hungry kisses, blindly returning them as my fingers unbuttoned her blouse, slipping into the folds of cloth, then slid around behind her to unsnap her bra.

Breaking off the kiss, I lifted her bra off her breasts and fastened my mouth on her right nipple, sucking it hard and lavishing it with my tongue. She groaned, her back arching as if to push herself harder into my mouth. I reached up with my left hand and tweaked her other nipple hard, feeling it swell and harden under my touch.

“Oh, God,” she panted, helplessly. Her hands grabbed my head, her fingers tangling in my hair, clutching me to her. We sank down; we melted to the floor, my lips still firmly attached to her breast. Her fingers let go of my hair and her hands drifted down to fumble with the catch of my shorts. I moved across to suck on her other nipple, teasing it gently while slipping my right hand under her skirt, walking it up her thigh.

She managed to free my cock, caressing it gently, sliding her hand up and down with only the slightest hint of pressure, just enough to tease. The tips of my fingers found the slick fabric of her satin panties and slid under the elastic, searching for the entrance to her pussy—

“No,” she said, her voice strained, breathless. “No. You first, this time.”

And before I knew it, she had tugged my shorts and boxers down around my knees and was gently kissing my cock, bathing it with her tongue as her fingers stroked up and down at the base of the shaft, encircling it. The pleasure was exquisite. The warmth of her mouth around me; the tenderness of her touch — one hand slowly stroking me, the other gently fondling my balls.

“Tell me… tell me if you like this,” she pleaded, uncertainly, before lowering her mouth over the entire length of my cock, bathing it with her tongue and sucking hard.

“Ohh…” I groaned, abandoning myself to her. “Oh God… softer, Elsie, not so hard… oh yeah, that’s good. Stroke it gently. Oh God I love you. Oh, yeah. So good… Harder now, Elsie. Harder, faster. Yes… Faster… I’m gonna come, Elsie. I’m… gonna… ohhhhhhh…”

She pulled back reflexively as cum shot out of my cock, the initial spurt catching her in the face, the rest dribbling down her hand as she continued to jerk my cock with quick, hard strokes, milking the cum out of me. I shuddered in pleasure as she used the cum to lubricate her efforts, her hand sliding slickly up and down my cock, which was now almost unbearably sensitive.

“Elsie, no…” I begged, writhing under her touch. “No, Elsie… that’s enough. That was… wonderful.”

She finally took her eyes off my cock long enough to look at me, an anxious smile on her face. “I… I loved doing it,” she whispered. A trickle of semen slid down her face, pooling on her lower lip. She licked at it tentatively, looking at her cum-stained hands spread before her. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she raised them to her lips.

“You don’t… have to,” I told her, my breathing still a bit ragged.

“But I…” Lowering her eyes, she licked a string of cum from her index finger, but couldn’t help making a face. I reached out, taking her hands, and wiped them off on my t-shirt.

“You really don’t have to, Elsie.”

She wouldn’t look at me, an expression of shame and dejection on her face.

“Your turn now,” I whispered, reaching under her skirt again.

“Gerald, I… I… ahh…” She moaned as my hand slipped back into her panties. Her pussy lips were already slick with her juices, allowing my fingers to slide into her easily. She stared into my eyes, breathing heavily, a pleading expression of sheer vulnerability slowly overtaking her face. “Oh fuck, yes,” she whispered, thickly. “Oh Ger, yes, touch me. Play with my pussy.”

I had two fingers inside her now, sliding in and out of her warmth. I lifted her skirt with my left hand, looking down at her. In unspoken assent, she lifted her bottom, allowing me to pull her panties down. She leaned back, sighing and spreading her legs wide, as I bent down and gently nuzzled the soft curls of her pubic hair.

“Yes,” she groaned. “Yes, lick me. Oh God, make me… make me come…”

Her body tensed as I bent to my work. I took my time, slowly working with her towards ultimate fulfilment, letting her ride the peaks and troughs, doing as she begged but also playing it a little bit insolent, teasing her. But still, within minutes I could tell she was building towards a monumental orgasm, and I didn’t have the heart to hold back any longer.

As always, the actual moment seemed to take her by surprise. Her face was flushed red, beaded with fine perspiration and dried rivulets of my cum. She was gasping quietly as her hips thrust back and forth to meet the rhythm of my fingers and tongue, playing with her. My tongue teasing her swollen clit; left hand keeping her pussy lips spread; right hand driving in and out of her wetness. The smell of her pervaded the air. She groaned and thrashed helplessly.

And then, canlı casino almost magically, she hit the peak. Her legs stiffened and locked. All she could do was strain and gasp, almost unwillingly, longing for the moment to take her… and when it did, it tore through her, taking her over completely, tossing her body like a rag doll. She cried out achingly with the joy of release, the cries wrenched from her lungs between laboured gasps for air. For a small eternity, she came under my hands, my fingers still deep inside her, her hands tugging painfully at my hair.

Until finally, unable to hold onto it any longer, she fell limp. All she could do was gasp weakly, lying there half-dressed with her skin bright pink and an expression of utter joy on her face.

And, looking at her, all I could think was how fucking much I loved her.

* * *

Elsa spent most of that afternoon in Marnie’s room on my PC, working on her resume. The employment section of the paper was filled with neat green circles, sometimes annotated in Elsa’s flowing handwriting. ‘Call for job description.’ ‘Ring Monday morning.’ ‘Too far away?’

I reluctantly put my head down and pored through the job listings myself, but nothing much leaped out at me. Somehow, the admin and secretarial jobs that Elsa had mostly gone for didn’t appeal to me. I’d been studying business admin — repeating second year, to be honest — up till now, but I couldn’t see myself taking a job in that area. At least, not without considerable duress.

Marnie came home smelling of chlorine, and vanished into the bathroom for a good hour or so. When she came out, I could immediately tell what her plans for the night were. She’d blowdried and styled her blonde hair elaborately, and her face, though as yet untouched by makeup, was shiny and pink, a sure sign that she’d been exfoliating.

“No rest for the wicked, hmm?” I said, looking up at her from where I was sitting on the couch, with the paper folded over in my lap. “Ever hear of a quiet night at home?”

“Yeah.” She grinned. “They suck, Ger. Even you used to know that.”

“So where you goin’?”

“Ah, you know.” She shrugged. “City. Thought I’d meet Kaz and Kelli and go cruise the clubs a bit.”

I nodded. That was typical enough. “Have fun. How’re you getting back?”

“Yeah.” She wrinkled her nose. “I forgot about that. Can’t split a cab anymore. Grrrr. Ah, well.” She brightened. “I’ll crash at someone’s place. It shouldn’t be a prob.”

“Have fun,” I said.

“Oh, I will,” she assured me, and flounced off to her room. “Okay, Your Grace,” I heard her say, “play time is over. Off the computer and out of my room!”

“I’m almost don—” Elsa started.

“No, no, didn’t you hear me? Over! Out!” Marnie cried gleefully. “Out, damned spot!”

“Hey, who are you calling a spot?” Elsa demanded.

“I spot only one spot here,” Marnie retorted, laughing. “Come on, sis — scoot!”

And Elsa unceremoniously scuttled out the door, which shut loudly behind her. She looked at me, taken aback.

“Well, at least she’s in a good mood,” I pointed out. “It’ll do her some good to hang out with the guys.”

“Yeah, but does she have to be in quite so good a mood?” Elsa asked, grumpily, and folded her arms.

“Awww, c’mon.” I grinned, getting up from the couch, and moved over to her. “C’mon, Elsie… where’s that smile of yours? Come on… come onnn…”

And she giggled reluctantly as I poked at her sides where her arms weren’t covering them. “Okay, okay. You win, Ger. I wish you weren’t so good at that, sometimes. Cheering me up when I don’t want to be…” She stuck her tongue out at me.

“It’s all good,” I said, airily. “Plus Marnie being out tonight means we’re all alone.”

“Oooooooooh,” she said, mockingly. “However shall we cope?”

“I’m sure we’ll think of something,” I said. “I won’t even make you cook.”

“And is that for my benefit, or yours?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at me. I leaned forward with a smile and kissed her.

“We’ll call it even.”

* * *

After dropping Marnie off at the train station, Elsa and I stopped in at the local Chinese restaurant to order take-away — after an appraising glance through the front windows first. Elsa said that you could always tell how good the food was at any given ethnic restaurant by looking at the clientele, and the dine-in area was pretty much packed with a fairly even mix of Asians and locals, all talking at the top of their voices, as diners tend to do. The din was incredible as the two of us walked in, to be greeted by the pretty young girl at the front counter.

After perusing the menu taped to the countertop, we decided on our order: Mongolian chicken for Elsa, sweet and sour chicken for me, with spring rolls, fried rice and a serve of hot and sour soup to share. The last was more at Elsa’s curious insistence than any particular inclination on my part, but hey, it wasn’t going to break the bank.

It was… getting easier to go out in public now. We drew back to the scuffed wooden bench in the atrium, shoving kaçak casino the customary pile of outdated magazines out of the way, and sat next to each other, legs brushing up against each other’s. Elsa, of course, had slipped back into big sister mode as soon as she walked out the door at home, but I felt less self-conscious now. After all, there were siblings out there who were affectionate with each other; I just had to make sure my behaviour didn’t cross any lines. I wasn’t going to hold her hand or kiss her cheek, but I could sit there next to her and joke with her, and laugh. That wasn’t strange.

In fact, it felt almost natural.

It was getting dark by the time we got home, so Elsa broke out the candles again as I closed the blinds. She set out cutlery, plates and a pair of wine glasses, and uncorked a bottle of red, one of several we’d ‘liberated’ from our old place before moving out. We sat there across from each other at the dining table, with the twin candles shimmering between us.

“To… us,” she said, quietly, raising her glass.

I tipped mine to hers and clinked them together. “To us.”

We ate in companionable silence, surrounded by the candles’ aura of warmth and light, barely managing to make a dent in the huge servings of food. After trying some of the soup, Elsa wordlessly pushed it over to my side. I tried a bit, made a face and nudged it back with an ‘all yours’ flourish of my hand. She giggled quietly, to herself, and drank some more wine.

Without Marnie there to limit us, we were free to be Gerald and Elsa again; we were free to be in love once more. As the meal wore on, I found myself sitting there abstracted with my fork dangling from one hand, looking at her more than the food. The candlelight shimmered in her hair, enriching it with golden highlights, and shone faintly in the purple fabric of her loose velvet blouse.

“‘Drink to me only with thine eyes’…” she whispered, and I blinked, only then realising that she’d noticed me watching her, and was watching me back.

“Sorry,” I muttered, looking down and shoving another forkful of rice into my mouth.

She reached out across the table and put her hand over mine. “Don’t be,” she said, softly.

I leaned forward, spilling my glass across the tabletop, and kissed her, my hand cupping her cheek. She brought her hand up and traced the curve of my left ear with a feather-light touch, kissing me back needfully.

Hours seemed to pass that way.

Finally, though, we both drew back. I wiped up the spilled wine, and Elsa refilled both our glasses. We’d pretty much both finished eating, though, and after picking at the food a little longer, we decided to break camp. Elsa put the lids back on the containers and put them in the fridge while I washed the plates and rinsed out my wine glass. She stood to one side, leaning against the counter and sipping from her glass, as I finished up. Then, setting her glass aside, she slid behind me, wrapping her arms around my back and resting her head against the back of my neck. After a pleasant moment or two, she started rubbing her head against me contentedly; it was a wonder she wasn’t purring.

“Someone’s had a little too much wine?” I suggested, turning off the taps and swivelling around in her embrace. She leaned forward, smiling, and kissed me.

“Wine is good,” she told me, matter-of-factly. “It washes one’s cares away. And you know all those French people… they drink wine all the time.”

“And that’s why they’re cursed to be French?” I teased. “As some kind of penance?”

“Silly.” She pouted. “Don’t make fun of me like that, you mean thing. They drink wine so they’re happy, Ger. We should move to France. Then we could be happy too.”

“I’m happy right now,” I whispered, kissing her again. “Happy, here with you.”

She sighed, moving in to hold me tight. “So am I, Ger. So… so am I.”

“Then why do you want to move to France?”

“Because…” She drew back, looking up at me with a half-flirtatious, half ‘mournful little girl’ expression — tricky, yes, but she pulled it off somehow — on her face. “Because then we could be happy wherever we wanted to, Ger. Because no-one would know us. No-one would know I’m your sister.”

“We would,” I pointed out. “Would that make it less wrong?”

She blinked at me, confused. “I… I don’t know. I don’t… I don’t want to think about it anymore. Let’s go out.”

“Out? Out where?”

She smiled, hugging my arm to her side. “Let’s go get videos and munchies and just pig out in front of the TV all night, Ger! Just you and me. You might even get lucky…” She looked slyly up at me again, and this time the look was all flirtatious.

“God, well, who could say no to that?” I laughed. “Okay, let’s go!”

* * *

Something seemed to have bitten Elsa, some weird kind of cheerfulness bug that had her holding my hand and swinging her arms as we walked through the dark streets to the local video library. I felt safer under the cover of darkness, with the windows shrouded and blinded to our passing by, so I didn’t protest at the hand-holding. It was nice to see Elsa so chipper — well, ‘giddy’ would have been a better word for it, actually — and it felt kind of good to walk at her side, to walk with her rather than just ‘beside’ her.

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