Karım Duygu ve Maceralarımız – 1

Karım Duygu ve Maceralarımız – 1

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Karım Duygu ve Maceralarımız – 1
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Karım Duygu ile yaklaşık 4 yıllık bir evliliğimiz var, ve bunun son 2 yılında eşimi paylaşıyorum. Herşey ufak bir heycanla başladı ve bu 2 yilda inanilmaz heyecanlar yaşadık. İlk olarak en son yaşadığımız deneyimi anlatıyorum size.

Bu arada Duygu 34 yasinda 173 -61-63 kilo aralığında biraz dolgunca ama bicimli bir vucuda sahiptr. Ozellikle Gogus ve Popo tarafıyla dikkat çeker. Hoş zaten giyimi bile yeter ama o başka konu.Kişilik olarakda biraz orospu ruhludur ve bunu giyim ve davranışına yansıtır.

Dediğim gibi bu 2 yılda değişik heycanlar yaşamış ve her seferinde Duygu dahada işi ilerletmişti. Tatiller bizim için artık seks maceralarının yaşandığı birer fırsata dönüşmüştü.

Bu son sefer yaklaşık 1 ay once bayram tatilinde yaşandı. Hem kalabalık olur hemde gereksiz pahalı olur diye kurban bayramını istanbulda geçirdik,sonraki hafta izin alarak kemere gittik. Ortalıkta hiç türk yoktu ve kafamıza göre takılıyorduk.

Yukarda dediğim gibi Duygu oruspu ruhludur ve bunu giyim davranışa yansıtır. Teşhiri sever ve kaçımaz . Bu tatilde de böyleydi. Giyimi ile daha ilk günden ilgi çekmeye başlamıştı bile ve bu durumdan ikimizde çok memnunduk. Geçen 2 günde güneşlenmekten yanmış çok seksi olmuştu.

O gece Kemere merkeze inmeye ve eglenmeye karar verdik. İnfernoya gitmek için yemekten sonra odaya hazırlanmaya çıktık. Duyguyu askılı yazlık bir elbise giydi,üst kısmı askılı dekolte, alt tarafıda baya kısa ve pileliydi, altına tangasını giymiş, göğüslerini serbest bırakmıştı. Tam anlamıyla bomba gibiydi.

Mekana girdik piste yakin bir standa gectik ve sipaiş verdik, Ufaktan içiyor dans ediyorduk.

Bir süre sonra yan standa 4 kişilik bir genç grubu geldi. 22-23 lü yaşlarda apaçi tipli çocuklardı ve gelir gelmez duyguyu kesmeye başladilar. İçlerinden tip olarak en duzgun olan 2si Duyguya yakın dans etmekte, bir yandan da vucudunu suzmekteydiler. Duygu bu 2 genci farketmiş, hareketlerini dah da serbestleştirmişti. Dans ederken eteği savruluyor, poposunun yanakları belli oluyordu. Ben zevkle onlari izliyorum, az sonra neler olacak merak ediyordum. Bi ara Duygu sigara içmek istedi tam ben uzatacakken, o 2 elemandan daha karizma olanı ateşini uzattı Duyguya. Eşim nazikçe teşekkür etti, eleman bir şeyler söyledi, oda kıkır kıkır gülmeye başladı. Şimdi o 2 genç duygunun bu oynaklığından cesaret almış 2 yanına sokulmuşlardı. Duygu bir yandan içksini yudumluyor bir yandan da dans ediyordu. Gözgöze geldik, bu gece yine bir orospuluk yapacağı bakışlarından belliydi, bana doğru uzandı ve öpüşmeye başladık. Ama bunu yapmasının asıl sebebi arka masaya güzel bir etek altı görüntüsü vermekti. Ayrıca öne eğilirken az önce sigarasını yaktıran çocuğa kalçasını dayamış oldu. Ben bunların farkında hem memnun hemde azmıştım.Tanıştık, Duygunun sigarasını yakanın ismi Ömerdi, diğeride Mustafa. İkiside 22 yaşındaydılar ve antalyada bir amatör takımda futbol oynuyolardı. Kısa tanışma faslından sonra yine sessizleştik, Duygu kendi yernde dans ediyor, diğer ikiside yanında duruyolardı. Sonra Duygu kendisinden beklediğim hareketi yaptı. Kalçasıyla ikisinede hafifden dokundu ve hadi öyle put gibi durmayın dans edin diye takıldı.Bu söz üzerine ikisininde gözlerinin parladığını belirtmeye gerek yok. Duygu ikisinin arasında , Ömer arkada Mustafa önünde beraber dans ediyorlardı.Ömer gözünü Duygunun kısacık eteğinden gözüken götünden gözünü alamıyor, Mustafa ise çaktırmamaya çalışarak Duygunun iri göğüslerine bakıyordu. Bi süre bu şekilde dans ettiler. Duygu kendini biraz geriye yaslamış, kalçasını ara ara Ömere sürttürmeye balşamıştı. Ömer ise benden dolayı napacağını bilemiyordu. Bunun üzerine onlara biraz şans vermek istedim. Duyguya sigaramın bittiğini almak için dışarı çıkacağımı söyledim, Duygu bana tamam aşkım , biz burdayız, merak etme dedi ve göz kıprtı. Gerçekten de sigara almak için çıktım, bi süre dolandım ve tekrar içeri girdim, beni göremiyecekleri bi yerde onları izlemeye başladım. Tahmin ettiğim gibi ben gidince 2 side daha bi rahatlamışlardı. Şimdi Ömer açık açık duygunun götüne yaslıyor, elini beline atmış sürtüyordu. Mustafa ise ikinci planda kalmıştı. Duygu müziğin ritmiyle kalçasını Ömere sürtüyordu. Sonra yüzünü Ömere ödndü ve kulağına bişiler fısıldadı, Mustafa is hemen fırsatı değerlendrip Duygunun kalçalarına yapıştı. Duygu bunu farkedince Mustafaya dönerek sırıttı ve birşeyler söyledi. sonra tekrar Ömere döndü. Ne konuştuklarını duyamıyordum ama Mustafanın yüzü bir asılmıştı.Yanlarına gittim beni görünce hafiften bir toparlandılar. Duygu yanıma geldi elimi beline attım. Kalbi hizla atiyordu ve sarhoştu. Çıkalımmı diye sordum, Yarı sarhoş bir biçimde hayııııır çok eğleniyoruz biz Ömerle çıkmayalım aşkım dedi.Bugünün kazananı belli olmuştu. Ömer bunu duyunca sırıttı. Gerçekten de çok eğleniyoruz harika bir eşiniz var dedi. Güldüm teşekkür ettim sadece. Duygu hadi yeter bu kadar muahbbet eğlenceye devam dedi benle ömerin elini tuttu ve bizi piste sürükledi. Bu sefer Duygunun arkasında ben vardım. Ömerde yanımızda dans ediyorduk. Duygunun kulağına “sizi yalnız bırakmamı istermisiniz” dedim. Duygu bana döndü kısa bir öpücük verdi ve kendini Ömere dayadı. ben ordan uzaklaştım ve standa geri döndüm. Şİmdi o ikisi dans etmeye başlamışlardı. Duygu kalçalarını Ömere açık açık dayıyor, Ömerde ellerini Duygunun vucudunda dolaştırıyordu. Bir süre sonra Ömer duyguya birşeyler söyledi ve pistin öbür tarafına, localara doğrdu ilerlediler. Kalabalıktan tam göremiyordum ama gördüpğüm kadarıyla kuytudaki localardan birine oturdular. Çaktırmadan yaklaştım. Yiyişmeye başlamışlardı. Ömerin bir eli Duygunun eteğinin altında . diğeri göğüslerindeydi. Duygu kendinden geçmiş vaziyette Ömerle öpüşüyorlardı. Sonra Ömer Duyguyu kucağına aldı . eli eteğinin altında daha da derine inmişti……… (devamı gelecek)

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Bu yaz İzmir’deki tatilimde yeri uygun olan aktif aradığımı Gay….’de de yazmıştım. Dün nette bir sitede sohbet sırasında birisi yazdı ama AP imiş. Aktif aradığımı ve kadınsı olmadığımı belirttim. Arkadaşı varmış, ikisi ile birlikte olurmu diye sordu. Konak civarında bir ev varmış. Yakında bir kafede sözleştiğimiz saatte buluştuk. İkisi de göbekli, 170-175 boylarında 35-40 yaşlarda “bear” tiplerdi. Erkekle öpüşme, sevişme sevmediğimi sadece sikilmek istediğimi tekrar söyledim. Abuk sabuk olmayan doğru düzgün tiplerdi. Uyuştuk, yakındaki evlerine yürüyerek gittik.

Buluşmaya gitmeden önce duşumu alıp kişisel temizliğimi de yapmıştım. Ev iki oda küçük bir yerdi ama sade temiz döşenmişti. Benden hemen soyunmamı istediler. Elbiselerimi çıkartırken Ahmet duşa girdi. Haluk beni seyrediyordu. Külotumu çıkırırken arkamı dönmüştüm. Öne eğildiğimde Haluk, AP olanıydı, elleriyle hemen makatımı yokladı. Kaba etimi avuçlarken parmaklarıyla deliğime dokundu. Sikim hemen sertleşmişti.

Bu sırada Ahmet duştan geldi. Çabucak temizlenmiş çıplak bir şekildeydi. Haluk’u makatımı ellerken görünce hemen siki kalkmaya başladı. Karşımda ayakta dikilmiş sikini eline almıştı. Eğilip Ahmet’in sikini elime aldım, ucundan öptüm ve başını yalamaya başladım. Ahmet’in siki iyice sertleşmişti. 18cm kadar vardı ama neyse ki çok kalın değildi. Dilimi sikinin başının etrafında dolaştırıp ucunu yalıyordum. Sonra başını ağzıma sokup dilimle yalamaya devam ettim. Elimle Ahmet’in taşaklarına da masaj yapıyorum.

Sonra Haluk’a çantamdan kayganlaştırıcı jeli verip deliğimi öyle parmaklamasını istedim. Haluk jeli parmağıyla götüme sürmeye başlamıştı. Parmağıyla deliğimin etrafına bastırarak jeli yaydırıyordu. Sonra orta parmağını deliğime sokup çıkartmaya başladı. Ben Ahmet’in sikini yalamaya devam ettim. Haluk o sırada soyundu ve bir prezervatif taktı. Arkamdan yanaşıp sikini makatımın arasına yukarı aşağı sürttü. Jel döküp sürtmeye devam ederken ben Ahmet’in yarağını yalıyordum. Sonra Haluk sikinin başını deiliğme dayayıp içime soktu . Sikinin başı deiliğimi açarken yalamayı ırakıp kendimi gevşetmeye çalıştım. Siki tamamen girince durup biraz bekledikten sonra pompalamaya başladı. Sikim sepsert olmuş Haluk’un her girişi ile sallanıyordu. Ahmet sikini arada ağzımdan çıkartıp yanaklarıma vurduyor sonra tekrar ağzıma veriyordu. Haluk elleri ile beliden tutup hızlı hızlı pompalamaya başladı bir süre sonra. Bir kaç dakika sonra boşalınca sikini çıkartıp duşa gitti.

Ahmet de koltuğa oturup bacaklarımı kaldırmamı istedi. Ayak bileklerimden tutup geri bastırınca dizlerim göğüslerime kadar yapıştı ve götüm apaçık ortaya çıktı. Haluk’un sikişinden sonra deliğim hafif kızarmış ve açılmıştı. Ben ayaklarım havada, götüm apaçıkta beklerken Ahmet bir prezervatif takıp jel sürdü. Sonra dizlerinin üstüne çküp sikinin başını götüme dayayıp bir kerede içime soktu ve yavaş yavaş girip çıkmaya başladı. Arada sikini tamamen çıkartıp tekrar kökleyince ben de boşalacak gibi zevk alıyordum. Sonra üstüme biraz abanıp omuzları ile dizlerimi göğsüme iyice bastırdı. Sikim göbeği ile kendi karnım arasında idi ve Ahmet abandıkça hem götümdeki sikinden hem de hem de sikimin sıkışmasından zevk alıyordum.

Ahmet beni o şekilde sikmeye devam ederken Haluk da duş alıp geri gelmiş bizi seyrediyordu. Ahmet bir süre sonra sikini çıkartıp domalmamı istedi. Ben dizlerimin üstünde domalınca tekrar sikinin başını götüme dayayıp kökledi ama götüm artık alışmış olduğundan kolaylıkla dibine kadar girdi. Sikinin başı prostatıma bastırdıkça zevkleniyordum. Bir süre sonra hızlanınca dayanamayıp boşalmaya başladım. Ben boşalırken götüm kasıldıkça Ahmet de dayanamadı ve boşaldı.

Biraz dinlendikten sonra Ahmet’le beraber ben de duşa girdim. Duştan çıktıktan sonra ben giyindim ve gitmeden hoşçakal için siklerinden öpüp taşaklarından bir kere yaladım. Ahmet’in siki tekrar kalkmaya başlamıştı; artık Haluk’u sikmesini söyleyip çıktım.

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Figen’in dönmesine iki gün kala, Füsun ve Semih dönmüş, Asuman da bizden haber bekliyordu. Karım ortamı ayarlamış ve gece için hazırlıklar yapmıştı. Adeti başladığı için kendini programın dışında tutmuştu. Buna doğrusu bizim kadınlar da biraz memnun olmuştu. Çünkü dört kadın yerine üç kadın olarak seks yapacaklar ve biz erkeklere daha fazla am siktireceklerdi.

Cumartesi olunca Asuman da erkenden kadınlara katılmıştı ve karım hepsini alıp akşam için hazırlanmaya götürdü. Biz de Semihle bir müddet denize havuza girip, ardından lokalde zaman geçirdik. Bu esnada Semih yeni tanıştığı bir kadından bahsetti. Adeta ilah gibi bir kadın olduğunu, ama kadının evli olmasından çekindiğini söyledi. Ben de evli kadınların bir saatli bomba olduğunu, eğer pimini çekersen mutlaka patlayacağını söyleyip, dikkatli olmasını tavsiye ettim. Bir taraftan da etrafımızda farklı bir kadının olması işime gelmişti.

Akşam bayanların hepsi bir ilahe gibi evde arzı endam etmiş ve dibimizi düşürmüşlerdi. Figen her zamanki gibi dar bir kısa kıyafet giymiş, her tarafı adeta beni sik der gibiydi. Sohbeti uzatmadan yemeğimizi yedik ve hafif birer içki alarak, karımın geceyi başlatmasını bekliyorduk. Karım videoya bir film takarak geceyi başlattı. Süper bir porno izletiyordu, bir Grupseks pornosuydu ve hem kadınlar hem erkekler harikaydı. Yavaş yavaş millet hareketlenmeye başlamıştı. Figen benim yanımda, eli yarağımdaydı. Asuman da Semih’le sevişmeye başlamıştı. Füsun ve karım servisleri yapıyor ve sofrayı toplamakla meşgul oluyorlardı. Bir ara Figen benim sikimi çıkarmış yalıyor ve bir eliyle de Semih’in meşhur sikini okşuyordu. Figen’in bıraktığı siki, bu defa Asuman ağzına almaya çalışırken, biz havaya girmiştik. Ben Figen’i koltuğa yatırıp, belinde topladığım elbisesinin altından o harika amını, Semih te memelerini yemeye başlamıştı. Figen’in son günü olduğu için, gecenin yıldızı oydu ve önce onun doyması gerekiyordu.

Figen’in üzerindekileri bir çırpıda çıkaran Asuman kendisi de soyunmuş, aramıza girmişti. Figen’in külodu dikkatimi çekmişti, kafamı bacak arasına soktuğumda özel bir jelden yapıldığını ve yaladıkça eridiğini farkettim. Figen yan yatıp bacaklarını açmış, ben önden, Semih arkadan yalayarak külodun ağ kısmını eritmiş ve amına ulaşmıştık. Harika bir koku ve tad oluşmuştu. Figen’i iyice kıvama getirince, ben bacaklarının arasına girip sikimi yerleştirdiğimde, derin bir “Ohhhh!” çekip amını siktirmeye başlamıştı. Bu esnada Semih te Asuman’a sokmuş, aynı divanda ikimiz de eze eze kadınlara basıyorduk.

Füsun da soyunmuş, hatunların boşta kalan memelerini ve büzüklerini yalıyordu. Figen ve Asuman birer kez boşalmış ve ikisi de domalarak arkadan istiyorlardı. Kadınların arkasında yerimizi almış ve tabak gibi açılmış iki amcığa bu kez yer değiştirip girmiştik. Ben Asuman’a basarken, Semih mantar başlı yarağını Figen’in dar amcığına sokmaya çalışıyordu. Füsun eliyle Semih’in sikinin başını sıkarak Figen’in amına sokmuş ve arkadan basarak dibine kadar sokmuştu. Figen amına yırtarcasına giren Semih’in sikinin zorundan osurmuş ve çılgın gibi Semih’in her vuruşunda kalçalarını geri iterek zevkini alıyordu.

Kadınlar birer kez daha boşalmış, ama doymamışlardı. Semih benim işaretimle Figen’in amından çıkmış, uzanarak Figen’i üzerine alıp, alttan Füsun’un yardımıyla amına sokmuş sikiyordu. Ben de arkadan parmağımla Figen’in kara üzümünü severek, parmağımı yavaş yavaş sokup, sikimi götüne değdirerek, Semih’in uygun pozisyon almasını bekliyordum. Figen Semih’in üzerine iyice eğilip büzüğünü ortaya çıkarınca, sikimin başını sokup aniden dibine kadar basarak yerimi aldım. Figen arada tost olmuş, adeta çıldırıyordu. Bu pozisyonda biz Figen’e basarken, Füsun belden bağlamalı takma yarakla Asuman’ı altına almış, adeta bir erkek gibi sikiyordu. Figen ve Asuman birer kez daha boşalırken, ben de bütün döllerimi Figen’in daracık götüne boşaltmıştım.

Figen aramızda pelte gibi kalmış ve bitmişti. Sikimi çıkardığımda kendini tutamamış ve zort zort osurarak, “Amına koyduğumun çocukları, beni perişan ettiniz, hayatım boyunca hiç böyle sikilmemiştim, harikaydınız!” deyip koşarak duşa gitti.

Karım oturduğu yerden kalkarak, Asuman’ı Füsun’un altından çıkardı ve domaltarak götüne krem sürmeye başladı. Semih’in sikine de bolca krem sürüp, eliyle sikinin kafasını sıkarak Asuman’ın götüne sokmaya koyuldu. Asuman zorlansa da Semih’in sikinin başını almış ve götünü sağa sola hareket ettirerek dibine vurdurmuştu. Daha önce alamadığı bu yarağın tadını çıkarıyor ve Semih’in önünde gururla götünü siktiriyordu. Asuman da daha fazla dayanamamış boşalmış, kol gibi yarağın açtığı büzüğüyle duşa koşup içini serinletmeye çalışıyordu.

Figen yaşadıklarının ve aldığı zevkin şaşkınlığıyla etrafı seyrediyordu. “Nasıl Figen, Semih’e götten verebilecekmisin?” dediğimde, Semih karısı Füsun’a bacak arası girmiş sikiyordu. Figen, “Valla enişte gözüm kesmiyor, ama bir dahaki sefere mutlaka deneyeceğim, sanki seninki az mı sikti!” dedi. Füsun herzamanki gibi çılgınca sikişiyordu. Beni çağırarak, “Gelin erkeklerim, şimdi sıra ben de, beni de doyurun!” deyince, yanına gittim. Beni uzatıp, üzerimde yarağımı amına yerleştirerek götünü kaldırıp, Semih’in arkadan girmesine hazırladı. Ben amındayken, o koca yarağı da götüne alarak, adeta Figen’e izletiyordu. Semih’in Fusun’un götündeki yarağını ben amından hissediyordum. Daha fazla dayanamadan üçümüz de kısa aralıklarla boşaldık. Sonra sırasıyla duşa girerek seansı bitirdik.

Kadınlar mutluluktan uçuyor, ama üçü de yan oturuyordu. Güzel bir gecenen ardından evlere dağıldılar. Karımla ben de, Figen’le biraz daha sohbet edip uyuduk. Figen o gece bizimle beraber yatmış, karıma dafalarca teşekkür edip, bu güzel günlerin altında kalmayacağını, ilerki zamanlarda bizi ağırlamak istediğini söylemişti. Bir sonraki günü de evde istirahat ederek geçirdik ve Figen’i yolcu ettik.

Yazlığın son dönemleriydi. Okulların açılmasıyla bir kısım yazlık sakini dönmüş, site daha sessiz ve güzelleşmişti. Bir ay kadar önce üst katımıza yaşlı bir çift taşınmış ve karım onlara çok yardımcı olmuştu. Karı koca emekli öğretim üyesi ve çok kültürlü insanlardı. Birkaç kez karşılaşmıştık ve karım tanıştırmıştı bizleri. Birkaç akşam çay içmek için onlar bize inmiş, biz de onlara çıkmıştık. Amerika’da Tıp okuyan bir torunları vardı, geçtiğimiz hafta tatile gelmişti. Adı Hakan imiş. Oldukça yakışıklı, 23 yaşında, uzun boylu, esmer bir delikanlıydı. Çok efendi ve nazik bir gençti. Figen’i yolcu ettiğimiz gün aşağıda karşılaşmış ve tanışmıştık. Berna’ya bakışından, balkondan bizi izleyen gözlerin bu gence ait olduğunu anlamıştım.

Konuyu karımın açmasını bekleyerek birkaç gün geçti. Ve nihayet karım bana, Hakan’ın kendisine çok ilgi duyduğunu ve kendisinin de bu genci beğendiğini, eğer şartlar müsait olursa Hakan’la yatabileceğini söyledi. Ben de, “Aşkım, benim için bir mahsuru yok, istiyorsan yapabilirsin!” dediğimde, karım boynuma sarılmış ve ateşli bir öpücükle, “Hadi denize gidelim, orada beni sikmeni istiyorum!” dedi. Süper bir bikini giymişti. Denize gittiğimizde, artık tesadüfmüdür bilmem ama, Hakan da sahilde kitap okuyordu. Biz biraz yüzdük. Suyun içindeyken karım bacaklarını belime dolayarak, Hakan’a göstere göstere dudaklarımdan öpüp, bikinisini yana kaydırıp sikime oturdu ve amını siktirdi. Bir müddet bu şekilde verip kucağımdan indi, sonra da arkasını dönüp, yarağımı arkadan amına alarak amını siktirerek boşaldı. Sekste uçmuş bir kadın olan karımın, Hakan denen bu gencin önünde sikilmekten heyecanlanması ve bundan zevk alması beni şaşırtmıştı.

Denizden çıkıp, boş sahilde Hakan’ın yanındaki şezlonglara uzandık. Karım beyaz bikinisinden belli olan amcığını çocuğun gözleri önüne sermişti. Karım, “Hakancığım nasılsın?” dediğinde, kalkmış yarağını gizleyemeyip kıpkırmızı olan bu gencin hali komikti. Hakan’ın bu güzelliği doyasıya seyretmesi için yapılacak tek şey vardı, benim ordan uzaklaşmam. Ve ben bir bahane uydurarak sahilde onları başbaşa bırakıp, siteye döndüm. Eminim karım bu genci tam kıvama getirip öyle verecekti.

Eve çıkıp, soğuk bir bira açarak yudumlamaya başladım. Bana bu kadar güzellikler yaşatan bu kadının, istediği bir erkekle yatması, ona vermesi elbette hakkdır deyip, olacakları beklemeye başladım.

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Black and White Ch. 07

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Well hello everyone. It’s been a bumpy ride but I’ve finally finished the story. So this episode, the seventh one, wraps up everything.

And I’ve thoroughly enjoyed writing this and receiving all those mails and feedbacks. Love my fans and everyone who has mailed me and allowed the story to come so far. This one’s totally dedicated to you all. The story ends here but please do keep mailing in or just drop in a line from time to time. Love all you people out there!

Jason chewed on his cheese sandwich quietly. He was fuming inside. He hated getting up early, especially on Mondays. In fact, early mornings had been an overbearing decision in the selection of his courses and lectures. He never took any classes that took place before nine. And today, his ‘new’ girlfriend had called him at 7 in the morning, ordering to meet up at 7:30 in the canteen before her lecture. In the midst of his deep slumber he had rudely been awakened by Aditi’s call, and had grudgingly accepted to come. Now it was 7:45 and the girl was not here. ‘So this is the kind of stuff you have o bear with when you go out with a beautiful chick’, Jason pondered over his realization.

All the bitterness and resentment on Jason’s face vanished as he caught side of a skimpily dressed Aditi in high heels walking hurriedly in towards him. His face immediately assumed a nauseating sweet expression, smiling with all his 32 out.

“Hey Jason.” Aditi greeted him as she swung a bag around and swished into a chair. Aditi had green eyes now, Jason realized. She always wore lenses that changed her eye color. First it was blue, then brown and now green. Jason was not even sure of the actual color of her eyes.

“I have a lecture in 10, so I have to make this quick,” Aditi continued.

Jason raised his eye-brows wondering what ‘this’ meant. His mind was hyperventilating with paranoia. Was Aditi going to dump him here? A fine start to the week it would be. The girl was fast and shrewd, and he was barely being able to keep up with her. She always got her way. But still, he was madly besotted with her. They called girls like her ‘man-eaters’ didn’t they?

“You’ve been shunning Aiden and rebuffing him ever since I told you he’s gay, haven’t you?”

Jason was thrown off for an instant. What was this new topic of discussion today?

“Err, huh?”

Aditi gritted her teeth; even though Jason was extremely cheerful and friendly, he was bigoted in some matters. And he was slow at understanding things; sometimes too slow. Aditi spoke clearly and slowly this time.

“Ever since I made you aware of the fact that Aiden is not only gay but has a boyfriend, you’ve been totally snubbing him, not hanging out with him at all. Am I right?”

Jason kept his sandwich down on his plate. He had no clue as to how Aditi knew about such a thing but over the last few days he had realized that the girl’s gossip network and reach for new happenings was far more effective than CNN and BBC combined.

Jason made a face. “But he’s… you know what.”

“He’s gay my dear. At least say the word.”

Jason inhaled long and deep. This conversation was way too uncomfortable for him.

“Let me ask you this Jason; has Aiden ever made a move on you?”

“What?”

“Had Aiden ever tried to kiss you, grabbed your ass, cupped your crotch – done anything ‘gay’ with you?”

“What?! No!!”

“So then why are you so paranoid about him being gay? It’s not like he wants to marry you or something.”

Jason just stared at the girl with eyes that pleaded to change the topic. But since Aditi was on it now, he knew there was no way he was getting off the hook easy.

“Why are you snubbing your roommate, your good friend just on the account of his being gay? C’mon, which planet do you live on? Haven’t you met gay people before?”

Jason just swallowed a lump in his throat. He hadn’t actually or had simply turned a blond eye towards them before. He did no want to say anything, but he would have to hear Aditi till she felt she was through. There was no stopping her.

“I mean, he’s probably been your friend for over two years and you can’t even accept this part of him? Why are you being such a hypocrite?”

Jason finally opened his mouth. “Because he’s a poof.”

Aditi sighed. This was like trying to put toothpaste back into a tube.

“But that poof is still your friend you know. And you’re letting him down. And he’s probably hurt real bad that you can’t accept him.”

Jason had no answer to that. The girl was right. Through the past few meetings with him, he knew how that Aiden felt deep hurt because of him. He had felt disgust and discomfort. But Aiden had felt plain raw pain. Aiden’s face and the expressions he wore had made it apparent to even him.

“He’s your friend Jason, and a good one at that too. How can you lose him on something like this?”

Jason dropped his head low. He could barely hear Aditi anymore. All he could think of was Aiden’s pained expression when he left him in the car that time. Aditi was making him confront things he had been casino şirketleri averting since days. But now here it was, staring him right in the face.

“You can’t go on like this you know. And I won’t have a bigot for my boyfriend!”

Jason jerked up at the last statement. This was the first time Aditi had used the connotation boyfriend for him; even though it was in a negative aspect.

“Think it over Jason. But do all your thinking quick. You need to apologize to Aiden, and apologize fast. In fact, I want you done with your apology before I meet you in the lunch recess.”

Jason opened his mouth to protest as Aditi shot up from the chair and collected her bags.

“And give Aiden a call soon.”

That was it. Her decision was made and Jason was to follow accordingly. He grunted as Aditi strode off, her hips swaying. She was one hot babe. Guys were turning around as she passed by them. Someone even whistled and Jason turned a little blue with jealousy. He was mad after this girl. The olive honey baked complexion. The perfect figure and the great legs. There was no way he was going to lose her.

Jason eased back into the chair as he picked up his cheese sandwich and nibbled on it again. Aditi was right about him and Aiden, though he was having a tough time admitting it. He had been an asshole. He had no clue what the word bigot meant, but had not wanted to interrupt Aditi to ask that. But he was still being an asshole.

He squirmed once more as a thought of a naked Aiden doing things with Will crossed his mind. Yes, this matter surely made his stomach turn. Even to the point where it made him feel absolutely disgusted at times. Was it possible for him to relegate those feelings and let friendship occupy higher priority? It was the right thing to do wasn’t it? After all, this was Aiden he was pondering about.

Aiden, who always paid the most attention to him when he was sick and would assure his worried mother over the phone that he would take care of her son. Aiden who always went swimming with him in the evening when no one else would give him company even though Jason knew he was not so fond of it. Aiden who scolded him for not coming to him sooner when he skidded and took a nasty fall with his cycle and nearly broke his arm; he had felt drowsy after he incident and gone to sleep immediately and Aiden on finding out hours later had rushed along with him to the hospital and insisted that the doctor at least put the slightly swollen arm in a sling. Jason felt sick at himself as he though about how he was abandoning that same Aiden.

The confused roommate brought a hand to his head as he felt his head hurt slightly. This was more thinking and contemplation than he had ever done in his life. He fished out his phone as he dialed the number for his now estranged roommate.

Aditi sashayed through the exit door of the canteen, feeling satisfied that she had brushed up Jason good. The sky rumbled and she glanced up at it. The weather was suddenly turning ominous. Thick black clouds were covering the sky fast. She wondered how she’d not noticed the sky before, when she left to meet Jason. She reckoned she had just been inattentive; it’s not like this kind of weather could just suddenly materialize. She mumbled about not getting an umbrella if it suddenly started raining. That would ruin her hair.

She hurried to her lecture hall as streaks of lightning flashed across the sky.

~~~

The ‘Hourglass of Retrogression’ was a powerful artifact. It was a simple delicate glass flask, emblazoned with golden filigree that was owned neither by the Kingdom of Light nor by the Kingdom of Void – it was owned by both, conjointly. It was a superdominant artifact that could be used to turn back time on the material plane, but one that required both the kingdoms to assent to its use. Its activation required a drop of blood from both the Kingdom’s guardians; Black and White.

It seemed to White, that soon that omnipotent artifact would have to be put to use, for tens of thousands of people were witnessing the mega battle that was taking place, a battle between entities with titan wings, as they clashed across the sky, one burning golden, the other immersed in a silver glow. White had even noticed TV camera’s aimed towards the dueling duo as people strained to comprehend what was taking place. But he hardly had time to think of it at the time, for the toughest conflict he had ever participated was in progress.

Black charged howling towards his opponent, gaining speed as he nosedived downwards, twisting his wings at an angle that streamlined his motion while White flapped upwards, gaining velocity each time his wings stroked. The two swung there swords out at each other as the dark sky was bathed blinding white by lightning and thunder fulminated.

When the lightning subsided, the two winged beings were on opposite sides – opposite to the ones they had been on before; their backs facing each other after the impact had taken place and their swords had clashed, their wings slowly allowing them to drift apart. Black smiled casino firmalari on one side as White gritted his teeth on the other. He had managed to counter only one of the swords. The other had slashed across his wings; wings that appeared to comprise only of feathers but had muscled veins and tissue underneath it all. The pain was mind numbing.

Black’s unharmed wings stretched out as he whirled around and he stretched out both of his hands and chanted; “Internecine Ability 3; Whirling Blackness.” A swirling sphere of black and grey shadows materialized in front of his palm.

White immediately held his hand straightforward as he mouthed, “Ability of the Light 21, Flaming Shot”, and a red ball of fire materialized before his arm. Black swung out his sword wielding hand, as he flung the destructive ball at White who aimed his own flaming shot at the offensive projectile. The two spheres collided in the space between them, leaving behind burning red embers and black flames.

Immediately the two rushed towards each other again as the sword clashing continued as if in a pre choreographed method. Screeching sounds were heard and lightning flashed each time their swords met.

White was realizing something was different about the Black he was fighting. Why was his enemy using such low spells in the middle of such a high level combat? And there was something wrong in his eyes too. Well, he would take advantage of that. He suddenly increased the pace of his sword movements, pushing back his adversary with quick rapid reckless strokes and swung around mightily till he got an opening. Immediately he raised one hand upright, still levitating in flight.

“Ability of the Light 74; Lightning bolt.” Clearly visible waves of white colored energy dissipated from his hand as much higher up in the clouds static charge accumulated sparkling with the same color as on the white angel’s hands, but on a much larger scale. White brought down his hand swiftly, guiding lightning from the skies to strike his opponent as a blinding flash obscured his view for a second.

Had he got him? Had he struck down his opponent? It had been a powerful spell. White felt movement behind as he swirled around to find Black inches behind him, with his sword striking out. He jerked backwards with all the momentum his wings could muster, barely missing the blow. So Black had used a teleport ability at the last moment? This ‘different’ Black was far more furtive and savage than the one he had fought before. White would have to be careful.

The adversaries sparred with a few more swings and separated once more. White breathed heavily. He was using up too much energy but his opponent seemed hardly enervated. He watched as Black brought both his sword wielding palms together and joined them in a finger lock.

“Internecine Ability 98; Million Scattering Brutal Shadows.” White’s eyes grew wide in surprise; this was a drastically high level spell.

He watched helplessly as the massive dark angel’s form became hazy and slowly started disintegrating into tens of thousands of pieces. Pieces that would act as millions of blades and attack the enemy from every possible direction. Black had temporarily broken himself down to these Scattering blades that could cut up an enemy into zillions of tiny shreds in seconds.

White quickly held his hand perpendicular to his body for defense. “Guardian Ability 7, Golden Sphere.”

Instantly a golden translucent bubble sphere surrounded White, encasing him in safety. But White knew even this force field would not be able to sustain continuous attacks from the brutal shadowed scattering blades. And playing extreme defense at a time like this was not a very smart thing to do.

White watched from inside the force field as hundreds of tiny black blades – the dissembled form of Black himself; hurled themselves with force and momentum onto the spherical enclave. He gritted his teeth as the particle blades began colliding, each attempting to slice the sphere or at least crack it; and there were a countless number of them. White would not be able to maintain his force field much longer.

He gripped the hilt of his sword tighter as he called upon his inner energies and burst into golden flames. The powers of the flames of the Helos Saber would hardly protect him from these ruthless shadowy blades, but would at least offer some resistance. His body was refulgent in golden flames and not a moment too soon. The golden sphere collapsed as the blades swarmed in and rushed onto him.

White let out a blood curdling scream as the blades tore across every possible millimeter of his body, shredding bits of meat, feather and cloth alike. The innumerable particulate blades formed a spate of destructive projectiles, totally encasing his form as it plummeted downwards from the sky. His body crashed into the rooftop of a building, cracking the roof floor where it landed.

White painfully opened his eyes. Black had reformed himself from the blades and was motionless in his co ordinates in the sky far far above. White understood that güvenilir casino he was recuperating himself from the effects of the immensely powerful internecine spell he had just used. But he was still up in the sky? This was definitely not the ordinary Black; the dark angel should have been groveling on the ground with pain after using such a ‘mutually destructive’ ability.

White tried to budge but his body would not let him. Every modicum of his frame had been sliced, thousands of deep cuts and thousands of superficial ones. The pain was overbearing. His face, his torso, his legs, arms, shoulders, back; all were covered in blood. Blood that was even blurring his vision. His wings were torn and ragged once again. Most of the cloth fabric on him had been reduced to shreds. Would he die here? Would this mark the end of a Perpetual? Would this bloody mess and pain be his death? And then he once again remembered Aiden. That’s what he was fighting for here; the Alchemist who was a boy that he had sworn to protect. He did not know where the boy was right now, but it was good if he was away from the battle.

White felt strength surge within his body as thoughts of Aiden overwhelmed him. He would fight for the boy, and he would not die till he had eliminated all possible forces that worked against the boy. He heaved himself up, shuddering, trembling with throbbing and shooting pains and weakness, but he would do this for Aiden. It had started to rain heavily now, and water droplets that fell on his body trickled down after turning red in color, dissolving his blood. But White felt energies flowing back into his body as his resolve got more and more determined. He shrieked Aiden’s name out loud and then clasped his palms as he held them above his head. If Black was using his full power in this battle then so would he.

“Ability of the Light 99; Heaven’s God; Flaming phoenix.”

As those words left his mouth, yellow and orange flames of fire started whirling around his body. A swirling mass of flames that got larger and larger with each passing second; flames that formed a whirling tornado of hot energies that were slowly taking a gigantic form Flames that spread across for hundreds of feet making everything around for miles glow red in color. The flames were getting hotter as more and more energies imploded onto a critical point. The critical point would serve as the eye of the phoenix.

Fire swirled into the sky like the sun’s solar prominences as steadily they took on the form a giant bird; a bird of fire that constantly burned itself out; a bird whose entire body was composed of fames that burned at more than a thousand degrees; a bird with a dozen tales of fire that extended to hundreds of feet; a bird more than 500 meters in length and even greater wingspan; this bird was heaven’s god – the flaming phoenix; summoned by White to fight his battle.

The phoenix screeched in a high pitched tone, its scream shattering window panes and glasses for miles across as it lurched towards Black. Thousands watched dumbstruck as the gigantic fiery bird sailed through the air towards the dark Seraph.

~~~

The Empress was incensed. Her cute chubby face was absolutely livid with anger. She had been wasting too much time in this virtual world of the darned angel Frigeria. She needed to get back to the real material plane fast; reach there, finish off the Alchemist and then help her guardian Black to eradicate White. She knew for sure that her guardian would not lose to White this time; not while the stone of Subjugation was embedded within him. The stone made him more resistant to damage and made him a fighting machine.

But for now she had to get out of this damn virtual world. A world which was barely a hemispherical dome with a radius of about half a mile. Topographically, the whole area resembled the one where she had initially tried to teleport from when she tried to appear right next to Black and White and the Alchemist boy. But otherwise this world was swarming with humans that were nothing but illusions; young boys playing with dogs in a park as an old couple sat on a park bench watching them. Sharply dressed suited men and women scurrying about to get to work. A hot dog vendor shouting as he advertised his wares; very city picturesque. But the little girl was getting annoyed.

She knew that getting out of such a ‘maze’ involved solving clues and riddles and conundrums. But she had had enough. Her eyes turned as red as hot charcoal as two figures in front of her caught fire and screamed as they ran amuck. A few moments later everyone had either caught fire or had turned to ashes; the old couple, the hot dog vendor, the boys and suited men and women, even the dogs. And an angry little girl was turning everything into gutted ruins and cinders. She was getting out of this labyrinth one way or another.

~~~

Aiden frantically raced up the steps of the town’s clock tower. He had been frantically trying to find a way to get closer to the two winged beasts that were his friends. He knew not what he would do if he got closer to them, but he was determined to get to them somehow. He had raced about for very long in the town trying to follow the two clashing angels as they fought in the town’s skies. But their fight path had been highly erratic and they covered astounding distances in a few seconds.

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Carol Morris rolled onto her back and stared blankly at the ceiling, the feel of sperm oozing out of her pussy and sliding down the crack of her ass a stark reminder that she’d just fucked her son. Not only had she fucked her son, but also the neighbors had watched as she’d done it. For some reason she wasn’t too upset about that, after all she and Jimmy had watched them do the same. Turn about was fair play. She was more upset with herself for allowing it to happen in the first place. From the moment she’d first seen her son’s big cock her libido had taken over until all she could think about was how good it would feel to have it ramming into her neglected cunt. And it had felt good, better than she could have hoped for. But now that it was over she couldn’t help but feel a little guilt at betraying her husband. Not to mention how much mental harm she might have done to her son.

Jimmy lay staring over at his mother wondering what was running through her mind. He was pretty sure she was having second thoughts about what had just happened, the worried look on her face was evidence of that. As for himself he couldn’t be happier. His mom was a gorgeous woman and having sex with her had been phenomenal. However, being quite pragmatic for his age he wasn’t sure if his mom would want to do it again. He knew that they had crossed a boundary that mothers and sons weren’t supposed to cross, and from the look on her face it was obviously weighing heavily on her.

“Mom, don’t worry, it’ll be okay,” he whispered calmly.

Carol heard him but didn’t reply, she was looking across the way as the neighbor kid mounted his mother once more and began to ram his youthful cock in and out of her at a frenzied pace. When Jimmy repeated himself she finally turned her head and gazed into his eyes.

“I know baby,” she whispered, not for one minute believing everything would be okay.

“If you don’t want to do this again I’ll understand,” Jimmy said as he ran his fingertips lightly over her midsection.

Hearing him say that brought some relief to her tortured mind. Knowing he wasn’t going to expect her to fuck him again if she didn’t want to allowed her more control over the situation. With a little luck she could get their relationship back on track she thought. Both could chalk this up as a fluke, an unfortunate incident that should never have happened in the first place. As she lay there thinking these thoughts her hand roamed over his taut abdomen and accidentally brushed against the slick tip of his semi-hard cock causing it to twitch. The fact that he was still semi hard didn’t go unnoticed. She had to fight down the overpowering urge to climb back on top and ride him once more. In the back of her mind she already missed the feel of his hard young cock plunging deeply into her sodden pussy. Before she changed her mind about fucking him again she swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat up.

“We’ll talk later, okay honey?” she said, standing then picking up her robe and putting it on while keeping her back to him.

“Sure Mom,” he replied, inwardly groaning as she covered her luscious body.

Carol took one last look across the way then lowered the blinds blocking the view of Nancy Norton lying on her back while her son hammered relentlessly into her. You lucky bitch she silently said to herself as she turned to look at her son. A shudder coursed through her as she gazed upon Jimmy stretched out on the bed, his cock coated with their juices and seemingly growing bigger. Taking a deep breath she fled from the room, her pussy tingling all over again. By the time she reached her bedroom and shut the door behind her the realization that she was going to jump her son’s cock again drifted to the forefront of her brain. How could she not she told herself; it was just too much cock to pass up.

Penny pulled back into the driveway and climbed out of her car, completely amazed at how wet she was. Her hairless pussy was positively dripping with excitement. The fact that it was her brother’s cock that had got her this way amazed her too. She had no idea that he had such a magnificent specimen. She’d long ago accepted the fact that she was a borderline nymphomaniac, but never dreamt she would stoop so low as to fuck her own brother. That is until she saw him slipping that thick hard cock to their mother. Silently letting herself in she almost tripped over the laundry basket she had left near the door. Cursing her misfortune she held her breath and listened for any indication that someone had heard her. She wanted to catch them together so she could have an excuse for joining in. Slipping off her sandals she listened for a little bit longer. The house was quiet, eerily quiet as she made her way up the carpeted stairs, her heart pounding in her chest.

Jimmy lay on the bed half in canlı bahis and half out of sleep, his cock thickening as he thought of his mother’s pussy and how good it had felt wrapped around his pole. Placing an arm over his closed eyes he relaxed and let the afterglow of sex wash over him.

Penny reached the threshold of her brother’s room and stopped dead in her tracks. Jimmy was on his back, his cock in plain sight, but there was no sign of her mom. Unsure what to do she glanced up and down the hall while listening intently for sounds of her mother. The house remained quiet. Glancing once again at her brother she thought ‘Fuck It!’ and reached up under the short plaid skirt she was wearing and quickly yanked down her soaked cotton panties. Stepping out of them she walked silently over until she was standing at the side of Jimmy’s bed, her eyes devouring his semi-erect penis. Swiftly she lowered the zipper on her skirt and let it fall in a heap at her feet. She could feel her cunt get even wetter as she leaned over and took his meat in her trembling fingers. It was hot and sticky to the touch. A smile stretched her lips when his cock began to get even harder as she fondled it.

“Mmm, that’s nice Mom” Jimmy whispered, thinking his mom had come back for more.

Wasting no time Penny leaned further over and took the head of her brother’s cock into her mouth. The taste was different than all the other cocks she’d sucked; a mixture of tanginess and salt. It only took her a few seconds to understand why; she was tasting both her brother’s cum and her mother’s juices. For some unknown reason she found that highly gratifying. Another moan of pleasure came from her brother as she licked the underside of his cock before placing it back in her mouth. Slipping one hand under her skirt she tweaked her clit then slid a finger between her wet folds and inserted it up her cunt. A spasm shot through her pussy as her finger sank up to the knuckle in her wet hole.

Jimmy felt the lips tighten around his shaft but lay still, wanting to enjoy the delicious sensation for as long as possible. When he felt the mouth pull off his cock he almost opened his eyes to see why his mother had stopped sucking him. Just as he was about to lift the arm over his eyes he felt the bed sink down and knew that his mom was climbing onto it. A shudder of anticipation raced through him as he felt the warm soft flesh of her thighs settle against the outside of his as her hand held his stiff cock up. He knew what was coming; his mother was going to mount him.

Penny straddled Jimmy’s thighs and held his cock up so she could position it under herself. She had to raise her crotch higher than she’d ever done before and almost lost her balance. Resituating herself so her feet were flat on the bed she rose up enough to slide the head of his cock between the soaked outer lips of her pussy. Placing one hand on his chest for balance she used her other hand to work the head of his cock back and forth through her slit several times coating him with her juice. Once she was satisfied he was well lubed she lined the tip of her brother’s cock up with her entrance and slowly lowered her inflamed cunt around the head. She could actually feel it throbbing as the bulbous head stretched her canal. With agonizing slowness she began to lower herself down.

“Ahhhh shittttt!” she hissed involuntarily as more and more of Jimmy’s cock slid up her stretched pussy.

Jimmy recognized the voice immediately. Flinging his arm off his face his eyes shot open and he stared in disbelief as his sister slid her shaved cunt down on his pole. Speechless he watched as the rest of his cock slid up into her tight pussy before looking up at her face. Her eyes were tightly shut and she had a strained look on her face as her ass settled onto his ball sack.

“Penny…?” he stuttered, unable to shut off the fabulous feeling of having his cock buried deep inside her hot wet pussy.

Penny opened her glazed eyes and stared down at him then quietly said, “God damn you’re big!”

“What the hell are you doing?” he softly cried out, making no effort to dislodge her from his throbbing cock.

“What does it look like I’m doing little brother, I’m fucking you,” she replied, lifting her ass up a couple of inches then dropping back down.

“Oh fuck!” he groaned, the pleasure surrounding his cock immense.

Seeing the effect her movement had on him she repeated the gentle up and down motion several times allowing her cunt to grow accustom to his thickness.

“You…us…we…can’t be doing this,” Jimmy stammered, the heat around his cock growing.

Placing her hands on his chest she leaned down a little and asked, “Why not?”

“Because I’m your brother,” he answered as he felt his own hips start to move.

Penny stopped moving and glared down at him. “Oh, it’s okay if Mom fucks you, but it’s not if I do?”

Stunned that she knew about him and mom all he could do was utter, “Crap, you know about that?” bahis siteleri

“Yeah,” she said as she began to slowly ride his cock once more.

“Well hell,” Jimmy sighed, placing his hands on her hips and pushing up to meet her downward thrusts.

Once Carol finished cleaning the cum from her crotch and ass crack she stepped out of her bedroom to get a shot of whiskey from the bottle in the kitchen. She needed something to quiet her nerves. After taking three long pulls directly from the bottle she headed back toward her room when she spotted a laundry basket next to the front door. Taking a closer look she realized it was Penny’s.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” she cursed, hurrying to the window only to see Penny’s car in the driveway.

Panic stricken she raced from one downstairs room to the others without finding her daughter anywhere. With a sinking feeling in her gut she slowly made her way up the stairs. Just as her eyes cleared the top landing she saw what appeared to be a pair of panties in the doorway leading to her son’s room. It was also at that moment her ears heard the distinct sounds of flesh hitting flesh.

“Oh no, no, no,” she moaned as she made her way forward on weak legs.

Penny felt the first tremors of her orgasm and bit down on her lip.

“Uggghhhh God!” she cried as her cunt contracted tightly around her brother’s cock.

Jimmy couldn’t believe how fast Penny climaxed. Having shot off a load not too long ago he was nowhere near ready. Gripping her hips he began to plunge his dick up into her while watching her face contort then relax, her up and down movements not even slowing. After a few seconds he saw her open her eyes and smile down at him.

“That’s one little brother,” she snickered, bouncing even harder on his cock.

“Take your shirt off Penny, I want to see your tits,” he huffed, the sound of her butt slapping against his balls driving him wild with desire.

Smiling she stopped moving long enough to reach down and pull her tank top over her head and sling it to the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra; she hardly ever did. The look on her brother’s face as her breasts were freed sent a chill of pleasure up her spine. She was very proud of her tits even if they weren’t as big as her mom’s.

Jimmy’s eyes widened at the sight of Penny’s tits. Her areolas were a light pink bordering on tan while her eraser sized nipples looked hard enough to cut glass. They weren’t much more than a handful but they jiggled delightfully when she resumed her up and down ride on his slick cock. Reaching up he cupped both breasts in his hands and began to gently knead them.

“Pinch my nipples,” Penny whispered, lifting her ass high enough Jimmy almost came out of her.

With his thumb and forefinger he began to pinch and twist her nipples causing her to grunt and slam forcefully down on his cock. The more he tweaked them the faster she rode.

“Oh god sis, you keep that up and I’m gonna cum,” Jimmy groaned.

“Don’t cum until I do!” Penny commanded, increasing her up and down thrusts.

Carol made it to the threshold of Jimmy’s room and absently picked up the panties lying there before gazing in. She already knew what she’d see, the sounds of fucking was obvious. When her eyes took in the scene before her she let out a gasp just the same. Nothing can really prepare a parent to see their son and daughter engaged in sexual intercourse. Her first instinct was to rush in and put a stop to this, but something held her back, something primal. Instead she watched as Penny pounded down on Jimmy’s juice coated cock, her own pussy growing moist. Before she knew what she was doing her hand was under her robe and her fingers were flicking her clit back and forth.

Out of the corner of their eyes Penny and Jimmy noticed their mother standing in the doorway, each too close to orgasm to stop now. With a lustful moan Penny sank all the way down and began to rock her pelvis rapidly forward and back, her brother’s cock buried deeper than any before it. Waves of pleasure shot endlessly through her entire being sending her senses spiraling out of control.

“Shiiiiittttttttttt!” Penny screamed, collapsing on Jimmy’s chest as her orgasm exploded sending her fluids gushing out onto his cock and balls.

“Unnnngggggghhhhhhhhh!” Jimmy hollered through gritted teeth as spurt after spurt of cum erupted into his sister’s convulsing cunt.

“Oh Christ!” Carol hissed as her own orgasm gripped her body turning her legs to jelly causing her to lean against the doorjamb and slowly slide to the floor.

It took several minutes before any of them could move. Carol sat leaning against the doorjamb watching as Penny slowly sat up and gazed over at her, Jimmy’s cock still stuffed inside her. Carol could see the look of satisfaction on her daughter’s face. It was the same look of satisfaction that had been on her face right after Jimmy had fucked her. The only difference was hers had turned into a worried bahis şirketleri frown when it dawned on her what she had allowed to happen. Penny’s was turning into a smug look of triumph.

“Don’t look so shocked Mom. I only did what you did,” Penny said, gently rotating her hips a couple of times before lifting up allowing Jimmy’s saturated cock to slip out.

Jimmy glanced down at his crotch and watched as more and more spooge dripped from Penny’s cunt matting his pubic hair and coating his balls. When she finally slid all the way off he swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up, his eyes darting between his mother’s cloudy eyes and her spread thighs. He felt a tingle ripple through him as his eyes took in the sight of his mother’s furry slit, the clitoris still a little puffed out.

“Don’t just sit there and stare at my cunt, help me up,” Carol told him, shocked she’d said cunt so easily in front of him.

While Penny and Jimmy struggled to help their mother off the floor, across the way Greg Norton was busy licking his mother’s hairy slit. He loved how she squealed each time his tongue touched her inflamed clit.

“Oooo yeah baby, lick mommy’s clity,” Nancy Norton cooed.

“You like that Mom?” Greg mumbled, dipping his tongue deeper between the puffy folds of her cunt and tasting his own leftover sperm.

Sighing she lay back with her head propped on several pillows and watched as her son continued to pleasure her. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she climaxed, especially with the mental picture of the neighbor kids big cock floating around her brain. God, that Carol is one lucky shit she thought to herself as the first stirrings of an approaching orgasm tickled the pit of her stomach and wormed its way down to her sloppy wet pussy. Hoping to stave off the orgasm just a little longer she asked her son what he thought of the show the neighbors had given them.

Stopping his lapping Greg looked up past her tummy and floppy tits and replied, “It was nice, and Jimmy’s Mom has a rockin body.”

“She is pretty,” Nancy agreed. “Am I pretty too baby?”

“The prettiest Mom,” he answered then went back to sliding his tongue up and down her slit.

She loved it when he said things like that, even though she knew it wasn’t true. At close to forty-five years of age she wasn’t under any illusions of being supermodel hot. She knew she was over weight; not exactly fat, just pleasingly plump. A BBW as her boy had called it. She felt her ass was too wide and her large tits hung lower than she wanted them to. Thankfully none of that seemed to matter to her son, he took every opportunity he could to fuck her. Sometimes three and four times a day. A smile played on her lips as she thought how nice it was to have a young stud servicing her every need. The best thing that had ever happened to her was the day that rotten bastard of a husband had taken off.

“Can I ask you something honey?” Nancy asked, uncertain if she should voice what was on her mind.

Feeling she wanted to talk Greg ran his tongue once more through her soggy slit then scooted up enough to rest his chin on her hairy mound. “You can ask me anything Mom.”

“Well, I was just wondering if your friend next door would be interested…” She hesitated, afraid to finish for fear Greg would get upset.

Cocking his head Greg eyed her briefly then chuckled, “You want to try out Jimmy’s big dick, don’t ya?”

“I’m not going to lie, the thought has crossed my mind,” she chuckled back; relieved he wasn’t getting jealous or something. “But what I was really wondering is whether he would be interested in having a threesome.”

“A threesome?”

“Yeah, just you him and me. I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have sex with two guys at the same time.”

“You mean you want to be spit-roasted,” Greg laughed.

“Spit-roasted?” Nancy asked confused.

“Yeah, you know, a cock in your mouth and one in your pussy at the same time.”

“Oh…okay. That’s exactly what I meant then,” She replied, getting wetter just thinking about it.

“I could ask him, if you’re sure that’s what you want,” Greg said.

“I just thought it might be fun, but only if you’re okay with it. Would it bother you baby?”

“Not at all Mom. As a matter of fact, since you and I have been screwing I’ve had this fantasy of you getting fucked by another guy while I watched.” The idea of seeing some guy, especially his best friend fuck her caused his cock to swell.

“Really?” Nancy was pleased but shocked at the same time. She had no idea that her boy was just as perverted as she was.

“I think it’d be a blast. You could suck my cock while Jimmy pounded that big dick of his into this fine wet pussy of yours.” Pre-cum began to leak from his rigid rod.

“Okay then. Now that that’s settled how about you eat Mommy’s pussy some more?” Nancy purred.

“If it’s all the same to you Mom, I’d rather fuck you again,” he said while inching himself up her body until the tip of his raging cock was poking against the slick lips of her soaked cunt.

“Mmmmm, that’s even better,” Nancy moaned as her son’s cock slid effortlessly into her soggy hole.

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One of my best friends is Taneesha Williams. There is no glamour to the fact that Taneesha is one of D. C.‘s street whores. I met her one evening while waiting for an informant in an all night diner on the wrong side of town. I am a statuesque woman, 6’2”, with pendulous hips. I also do not have a spare ounce of flesh on my body due to my rigorous workouts, and regular tennis, racquetball, and golf games. Taneesha, however, was thick and juicy. I’m the palest, milky whit with inky, black curls that fall below my waist. Taneesha is the darkest shade of black and completely bald. Her make-up is heavy, her clothing is skimpy, tight, flashy and trashy, and she is salty and loud.

Her pimp is her father, Jacob. He is a merciless bastard that defies science by staying alive after nearly thirty years of heroin usage. After an hour of waiting, I paid my bill, added a hefty tip, paid the kids watching my car and was about to drive away when Taneesha came lurching out of the alley, her tall, scrawny father kicking her all the way.

I have now idea from where my sudden idealistic impulse came. I simply rolled down my window and hollered, “How much?”

Jacob was desperate and I was wide awake. Two hundred dollars and I could have her for the rest of the night. Taneesha stepped into my car, hollering insults at her father while I drove away slowly.

After fifteen minutes of driving, Taneesha’s breathing had calmed. “So, Miz Dyke,” she challenges me, searching through her enormous bag, “I think all I got in her is maybe a six incher. It that going to do you?”

About that time, we drive past my favorite adult shop, and I found a parking space down the block. This bookstore is protected, in a manner of speaking. One didn’t have to worry about getting one’s picture snapped or one’s car towed.

I smiled over at Taneesha. “Not by a long shot, girl.” I walked around the car to open her door for her. She stood, in her gold stilettos, with her cheap gold bahis firmaları lame skirt that just barely covered her ass with matching gold lame halter top. I moved slightly to allow her out of the car and shut the door behind her. Looking down at my prize, I smiled a little bit. “Why do you shave your head?”

After a couple minutes of attitude, Taneesha finally admitted, “Men are rough with a sister anyways. Now they can’t pull my hair, too.”

“Fair enough.” I held my arm out. After a moment’s hesitation, Taneesha giggled a little bit and took my arm. ‘Seymour Herring’ is a D. C. establishment. There’s something for everyone here. The only rule was “No Means No”.

We perused the merchandise, finally deciding on a thick, black, nine inch strap-on, lube, condoms, and a large booth at the peep show. We had five roll of quarters and were ready for action. We walked downstairs to our assigned booth and Taneesha was very quiet. I pulled the straight back chair to the window and put a couple of quarters into the slot. The partition raised and we were witness to a couple of Asian girls stripping and dousing each other with squirt guns. I began to take off my skirt and Taneesha stood. “Oh, no, darling. You just sit there and watch the juvenile delinquents while I get ready for you.” Taneesha blinked. She muttered something under her breath before shrugging and returning her attention to the floor show.

The great thing about peep shows. You can see the occupants of the other booths and they can see you. However, etiquette forbade openly staring at the occupants of the other booths. Completely nude, I walked over to Taneesha’s seated figure rubbing my wet pussy up and down the back of her head and neck. She put her hands against the glass, pushing herself against me while I slipped all over her. The partition came down and I stopped to put in another dollar’s worth. By the time the partition raised, I was happily grinding against Taneesha’s skull kaçak iddaa my hot juices flowing down her back just before the partition closed again.

Taneesha’s head and back were positively dripping with my cum. The china dolls had been switched for a pair of blonde twins, who were busy stripping each other. “Don’t wipe it off,” I ordered, sitting on the chair as the newly fed partition began to rise again.

Taneesha stood facing me. “Open your legs wider and straddle my face.” I ordered her gently. Taneesha did as instructed. I grabbed each gold lame ass cheek and began to knead her ass. Sticking my face up her skirt, I licked the outside of her pussy, surprised by how neat it was. Most street walkers are snags. Taneesha was very salty, but so sweetly musky I found myself getting lost inside of her.

Her clit bumped my nose immediately. It was completely engorged. After a few minutes of tongue, the son-of-a-bitch had grown to nearly three inches. I sucked that little bastard off, making my juicy jungle girl shimmy and shake. I just kept feeding the machine and sucking off my hooker. It was like a little midget cock and I was hooked. Taneesha, for her part, screamed like a banshee the first half hour and begged me to stop the second.

After her last orgasm, I pushed her to the floor. She fell gratefully, snuggling the filthy carpet like an old, familiar lover. I got dressed, grabbed our packages and pocketbooks, and lead the way upstairs. We went into the movie arcade and took one of the booths up front. I plugged quarters into the slot and left the movie selector where it was. Ironically, it was one of those period pieces from the seventies set in Dixie, where the wife gets it one with her black maid.

I strapped on my new dildo and lube it up. I had Taneesha back up and bend over. I removed the strap from my pocketbook and began whipping her ass, feeling my own clit swell with very moan out of her mouth. Dropping the strap, I dragged kaçak bahis Taneesha back, rubbing her ass while I sucked, hard, on her little rosebud. I just buried my face in her, rooting around for her favor, when she began to moan in earnest, I pulled her to her feet and slowly sat her on my big, thick, black cock.

About this time, a big raw-boned German walked into our booth. Without so much as a how-you-do, he unzipped his fly and crammed his ruler of a cock down Taneesha’s throat. Like a champ, Taneesha started to bob. And I was off!

I brutally took Taneesha’s hips in my grasp and began to pound her against my pelvis, pressing my part of the cock hard against my own G-spot. Incredible! What a tableau we were. We were three animals grunting in a mutual quest for satisfaction. The German had a choke hold on Taneesha’s breasts twisting them like they were radio dials. The German came first shooting his load straight down Taneesha’s throat. He slapped her, hard, right across the face about a dozen times. The sixth time he slapped her, I went rocketing off, body slamming Taneesha to the floor while I pumped away in ecstasy on top of her.

While I sat back in the chair, the German took his booted foot and kicked Taneesha onto her back. He then stepped on her huge engorged clit, slowly applying more and more of his body weight while she squirmed beneath him. He rubbed his boot against her pussy, rubbing it up and down, stopping occasionally to kick her legs open. After she came, he made her lick his boot off while he dropped five one-hundred dollar bills on the floor and left. Taneesha and I collapsed against each other and laughed.

Taneesha and I spent another couple hours at ‘Seymour Herring’ before we went out to the truck stop for breakfast. Including the two Southern Baptist truck drivers, who, afraid of STD’s, had asked for hand jobs while they ate, Taneesha made a little over two thousand dollars for some very dirty sex. We decided to go into business together. Taneesha needed a cleaner environment where she could make some serious money. Taneesha didn’t want to be fifty years old and turning tricks in the freezing cold. It was a win-win situation for everybody.

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Maggie drew a bath and began to help peel the wet clothes from Florence. “I meant to ask… Where are your shoes?”

Florence exhaled. “The bottom of Amy’s pool.”

“I’m sorry, I know you liked those, too.” Maggie put a robe around her friend and tied it close. “I’ll check the water.”

Florence sat on the bed and stared at the loose, empty sleeves of her robe. She hadn’t truly realized the sort of demands she had placed on Maggie. No thanks were ever asked, and obviously none had ever been given. Yet, day after day, Florence was cared for. How could someone actually do that without an ulterior motive?

Maggie returned. “All set, Flo.” In the bathroom, the robe was removed and Maggie pulled Flo’s hair up in a loose bun, then held back of Florence’s neck and her tummy for stability as she sat.

Florence leaned forward as Maggie wrung a sponge of hot water over he back. The day’s stresses seemed to erode. A thick lather was applied, and Maggie spread it over her shoulders. “Thank you, Maggie.”

Her friend stopped. “You’re very welcome.” Maggie reached around, spreading the lather over the top of Florence’s bust. Their faces were inches apart.

Florence kissed her cheek quickly, “I mean it.” The sponge fell in the water. “Thank you.”

Maggie was frozen. Years of inertia moved her face closer at what felt like a glacial pace. The moment was eternal, and yet was over in that instant.

Florence turned her head away. “Sorry I… Not yet, Maggie. I just want you to know that I… appreciate you.” There was silence, and she slowly faced her friend again.

Maggie’s hands were in her lap and she looked conflicted. A slow smile appeared. “That’s good then. I appreciate you too. Not weird?”

Florence smiled. “Not weird.” She leaned back in the tub, and her breasts gently waved in the currents of the tub. Maggie’s glasses were misted over, and did her best to guide the sponge across the front of the armless torso.

Maggie continued down to the legs, then used her fingers to get between her toes and massage her feet. Florence made a contented sound, and Maggie realized she was holding her breath. She worked the other foot, and back up the leg. “OK, inner thighs?”

“Ready.” Florence spread her legs slightly.

This part made Maggie tense even on the best of days. In this moment, she was a bundle of nerves. The spot on her cheek continued to send her pressure sensations, as if to hold that moment for her. She worked quickly and gently, mostly to just get this over with and not make things uncomfortable for either of them.

She pulled the plug. “OK rinse.” Florence managed to rotate onto her front in the buoyancy of the water and get to her knees. Maggie helped her the rest of the way up, pulled her hair out of the bun and closed the shower curtain. She turned the water back on and flipped the flow to the shower.

“I’ll be done in a bit! Thanks Mags!”

Maggie left to rub herself in the hall. Her knees were weak and her heart was racing. It didn’t take long, but it provided at least SOME physical release to the tension gripping her. She breathed heavily and wiped tears from her eyes.

Florence called from the bathroom. “Ready!” Her friend returned and shut off the water, then proceeded to dry Florence off. “Could I just have PJs? I’m not going out again today.”

“Sure. Nightshirt and undies?”

“Yes please.” Florence followed her and stood as the robe was removed and panties were pulled up her legs again. Maggie was once more, inches from her breasts. A small moment of hesitation, and Maggie grabbed the huge t-shirt, pulling it over Florence’s head.

Maggie pulled her hair through the neck hole and spent a moment brushing it. “Feeling better?”

Florence looked at her with a smile. “Yeah… Thanks again. For everything.” Maggie hugged her. Florence rested her cheek on her friend’s shoulder and they gently swayed. “Movie and pizza?”

The week that followed had been peaceful. The two friends seem to fall into a pleasant rhythm, and Florence even began to offer help here and there. She’d fold towels with her feet, or help Maggie pull the bedding taught each morning. They were little things, but for her friend, they were like getting to know Florence all over again.

Their conversations gradually became more personal. Florence didn’t quite have a word for how she was feeling, but that word was Empathy. She was perched on the counter, stirring some vegetable stock while Maggie diced a parsnip, and asked, “Maggie? When did you know?” Her friend stopped chopping. “That you were gay.”

“Haha, I know what you meant. Just sort of out of the blue.” Maggie set down the knife and leaned on the counter in thought. “It’s hard to explain. I had this conversation with mom, and it’s still hard.”

She was silent for a moment. Florence interjected, “We don’t need to talk about it.”

“No! No. I want to explain it, but the words are hard because they’re just feelings, or… reactions to things. I can’t give bahis firmaları you like… proof, you know?”

Florence nodded and kept stirring with her foot.

“So like… when all of us were gushing on boy bands and stuff, I would kind of just go along with it. I just assumed, that it was something we did as friends. But then posters were going up, and all of you had your favorites, and I just kinda picked one at random so no one would bug me about it. Then boyfriends came along. That was hard, I was pretty lonely.” She went back to dicing. “Everyone was so, I don’t know, EXCITED to find a boy, or have a celebrity crush. All the posters and magazines and gossip… None of those things made sense to me.”

Florence realized she had stopped stirring with her foot. “Wow, I had no idea. We used to OBSESS over that stuff. I wish I’d known sooner, Mags.”

“That’s the problem. What would I tell my girlfriends? Tell my best friend? It gets WEIRD.” Maggie laughed. “Right? So… In high school, do you remember Taylor? OK, she was the girl who wore that denim jacket with like, a million patches on it?”

“Ohhhh the dyke!” Florence saw Maggie wince. “Oh no! Sorry. I need to watch that.”

“It’s OK, Flo. You’re getting used to it.” Maggie put a hand on Florence’s foot. “Anyway, she came out at school, and people were talking about it. That was the kind of the first time I had heard that women could like… be attracted to each other.” Her glasses were starting to fog up. She was obviously nervous. “So I told her that I might be the same way, and she was like, ‘How could you NOT know?,’ which was dumb. I just hadn’t really explored it before… but if I can be honest, the way everyone talked about Blake? Flo, that’s how I felt about you.”

Florence blushed. “Mags, I-“

“Don’t take that the wrong way. I’ve felt this way since we were kids. It was more like I felt safe and secure around you. You stuck up to my bullies, and comforted me when I was feeling anxious. Flo, you were my knight in shining armor! When, you know… The Accident… I wanted to be that person for YOU. The complicated part is obviously that I’m attracted to you, but above all of that, I want to be your knight. Oh God, that sounds so cheesy.”

Florence hopped off the counter and leaned against Maggie, who embraced her. “I want you to be my knight, Mags.” She kissed Maggie on the cheek.

Maggie started to cry. “I-Flo…” She was sobbing now.

“Maggie. You are the best person I’ve ever known.” Florence pulled away a bit to look her friend in the face, but it was a struggle to break free of the hug. “Look at me, haha.”

Maggie loosened her hug. Florence leaned back and smiled, “You HAVE been my knight in shining armor this whole time. I’ve just been so… absorbed in seeming normal. It made me a total jerk.”

“Haha!” Maggie wiped a tear and laughed. “Flo-Bo, you’ve ALWAYS been a jerk.”

Florence mocked offense. “Mags! Anyway… I’ve been thinking about it. We should have a date.”

Maggie stopped laughing. “Wait-What?”

“Just, you know… as friends. I guess I want you to have that experience, OK?”

Maggie hugged her again.

“Mags, this is unfair! You got to see what I’m wearing already!” Florence was stomping her foot outside of Maggie’s bedroom door.

“I’m almost done,” came a muffle reply through the door. Florence bumped it with her knee. “Geez! I’m ALMOST done, Flo!”

Maggie emerged. Her face was made up and her hair was pulled back a series of braids, a lock swirled past her face. She wore a floral sundress that went down to her ankles, which were wrapped in the leather straps of her sandals. She wasn’t wearing glasses.

“Oh my GOD, Mags… You’re GORGEOUS.” Florence had never seen her friend like this before.

“Haha, come on,” Maggie said with a demure look. “You’re beautiful, Flo.”

“I know-er.. I mean, thank you.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m working on that.”

“Flo, you’ve been great this past week.” Maggie hugged Florence. “Are you ready to go?”

Florence kissed her friend on the cheek. “Ready.”

They left their apartment. Maggie insisted on walking. Without her glasses, she could see, but didn’t feel comfortable driving. The restaurant wasn’t more than a ten minute walk, so it wasn’t too bad.

“My knight, would you put your arm around me?” Florence grinned at Maggie.

“Milady… Of course.” She put her arm around her armless friend, and finally understood. Florence’s life was now one of being defenseless and exposed. Having no arms meant relying on wits and personality. It must be exhausting, she thought. “Flo, just so you know… I’ll be your arms as long as you need them.” Florence was silent, but she put her head on Maggie’s shoulder as they continued to their destination.

A truck drove past. “QUEERS!!” A bottle flew past them.

Florence screamed back. “HICK!!”

The truck screeched to a stop. A huge man staggered out. It was Glen. “THERE you are, you fucking slut.” He looked kaçak iddaa drunk. Maggie was obviously panicked.

Florence gritted her teeth. “Get the fuck out of here, asshole.” Glen continued to stagger toward them. “I said get BACK, you piece of shit!”

“YER the piece of shit, babe.” He was getting close. “You owe me a fucking PHONE, bitch!”

Florence charged once he was a few feet away. She acted like she was about to sideswipe him, then switched her stance as he tried to grab her. She shoved her knee in his crotch. He gasped and fell over clutching himself. “Maggie! Call the police!” Florence ran to his truck and struggled to get into the driver’s seat.

Operating on pure adrenaline now, she kicked her shoe off and used her toes to twist and pop the keys from the ignition. She hopped out and tossed the keys into a nearby bush, then grabbed her shoe with her mouth and ran back to Maggie.

She was in mid conversation. “-Laurel Avenue, in front of umm… 586! He’s drunk! Please send someone! He’s laying down now… Please, just HURRY! OK, thank you… Please hurry.” Maggie put her phone in her purse.

Florence dropped her shoe and wedged her foot back in. Glen was beginning to roll onto his hands and knees. She kicked him in his abdomen with her heel. He grunted and rolled on his back. Maggie ran up and put an arm around Florence’s shoulder and dragged her away.

“Come on Flo, let’s get some distance!” They ran to the end of the block together as a squad car turned the corner. Maggie waved and pointed at Glen, who was finally starting to roll over.

The squad car stopped between Glen and the girls, and the officer stepped out. Florence shouted, “He’s driving drunk! He tried to hurt us!”

“Miss,” he raised his hand. “Just wait there. I’ll be back.” The officer knelt down next to Glen. The girls couldn’t hear was was being said, just the occasional gesture toward them. Eventually the officer grabbed Glen’s shoulders, lifting him to a seated position and cuffed his hands.

As they walked back to the squad car, Florence made eye contact for a moment. His expression was unreadable. After being locked in the back seat, the officer approached them. “Hello ladies, I’m Officer Mendoza. Could you tell me what happened here?”

They recounted everything. The thrown bottle, the homophobic slur and Glen’s threatening demeanor. Florence added that she had stuck a knee in his groin when he got too close. Mendoza raised his eyebrows and looked at her empty shoulders for a brief moment. Behind her was Maggie, shaking and holding a defiant Florence around the waist for security.

Mendoza collected their contract information and nodded. “All right, you two are free to go. Have a safe evening, ladies.” He waited behind for a tow truck, and the girls turned to leave.

“F-Flo… I can’t believe what you did back there. You took him down in one hit!” Maggie held her even tighter.

Florence felt a flush of pride. “I’m shocked too. It’s a good thing he was drunk, I don’t think it would have worked out if he could walk straight.”

“Well I guess you were my knight again.” Maggie kissed her on the cheek this time. Florence didn’t mind a bit; they’d just been through an ordeal. They leaned their heads together as they continued to the restaurant.

It was a small sushi place, but they had been there often enough that the chefs greeted them noisily, and they were seated directly at the bar. They ordered a couple of rolls, tea and some sake. Maggie fed Florence with chopsticks after a brief quibble over whether or not her shaking hands were steady enough not to drop anything on Florence’s dress.

They went back over their crazy day, and how they had come so close to disaster. Florence remarked at how glad she was at ditching Glen when she had, and thanked Maggie once more, for being a trustworthy friend.

“Well,” said Maggie, refilling her sake. “It’s safe to say that we make a good team, you and me.” She filled Florence’s glass.

“I’ll drink to that!” Florence laughed as Maggie lifted both glasses and clinked them together bringing one to Florence’s lips so she could suck from a straw, and Maggie drank in time with her.

All said, a harrowing day had turned into a fun evening. The girls joked and teased, having paid the bill, they decided to continue the fun. They stopped at a bar that was on the way home. The place was busy, and Maggie put her arm around Florence to navigate the crowd together.

Maggie had to shout over the din. “Two cosmos please!” Florence huddled in behind her friend. Being surrounded by the changing currents of people pressed around her armless body was making her feel a little vulnerable. Things felt different… more real.

Maggie could distinctly feel Florence’s breasts pushing against her back. The drinks were up and they carefully made their way to the edge of the barroom.

“Oh Mags! A booth, get it!” Florence slid in first and bounced along the seat cushion to make room for Maggie, who kaçak bahis was about to sit on the other side. “No, sit here. I don’t want to have to yell at you the whole time!”

Maggie sat and lifted their drinks, clinking them once more. Maggie leaned over and used the straw, mirroring Florence, who noticed and laughed.

On their second drink, Florence was near the end of a funny story about Blake getting in trouble when they were teens. Maggie was laughing uncontrollably, both of them took a moment to breathe and Florence leaned on her, “This has been a lot of fun.”

“It has.” Maggie absentmindedly put her hand on Florence’s thigh, which had been her way to ‘hold hands’ in the hospital. Florence looked down and Maggie recoiled. “Sorry!”

“No please… I like it.” Florence readjusted her head on her friend’s shoulder, who reciprocated by rubbing her cheek back and forth across Florence’s hair. The hand on her leg began to lightly massage her thigh. Florence felt it throughout her body. She let out a content moan.

This continued for a moment, and the intensity of the massaging increased subtly. Florence turned her head, and now Maggie could feel her friend’s hot breath against it. “Flo, I-” There was a kiss on her neck. Lightning shot though her. Maggie pulled Florence away to look at her.

Eyes half closed, lips slightly parted, Florence was inches from her. Maggie leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Florence immediately pushed back. Maggie held her cheek and they gasped between kisses.

All pain, uncertainty, confusion and longing drained from Maggie in that moment. All that was left in her mind was joy. They broke the kiss for a moment. “Flo, what just happened.”

“It just feels right. I was thinking about how much of yourself you’ve given to me. That’s true love for someone else, like, I think I’ve started to understand it. And it’s not straight or gay… it’s YOU, Maggie. I think I love you back.”

Maggie kissed her again and hugged her tightly. Florence loved feeling enveloped like that. Maggie left her arm around her shoulder, Florence leaned back in and put a leg over Maggie’s. It was a transcendental.

“Look at YOU two ladies!”

“AMY!” Florence and Maggie screamed in unison. They clumsily untangled themselves.

“Wait, wait. It’s OK.” Amy sat uninvited. “What did I tell ya Flo?” She smiled smugly?”

“Tell you WHAT?” Maggie at them suspiciously.

“I called it.” Her smile turned into a grin. “I’m glad to see you two happy. Anyway!” She stood. “I’ve got a guy waiting! Call me! Like seriously, call me!”

Walking home in a haze of alcohol and fresh adoration, they stole kisses when they thought no one was looking. They stumbled as Maggie tried to hold on to Florence in spite of their clumsy gait.

Maggie started singing the wrong lyrics of song and Florence joined in, missing the beat. This was a moment where happiness contracts so narrowly on the soul, that all sense is stripped away. Everything was through a focused lens of giddiness. A cat across the street. The NAME of the street. Everything was funny to them. “Who buys a fucking.. YELLOW carrrrr,” laughed Florence. “A fuckin’ pee pee car!” Maggie snorted and cackled.

At one point Maggie grabbed Florence and gave her another passionate kiss. She couldn’t let these moments slip away, they were precious. A horn honked at them. They were making out in the middle of the cross walk. They hooted and ran to the sidewalk.

Maggie was having trouble with the keys as Florence continued to playfully bump into her. “Where’ss your keys?! Issat it?!” Whack! “Issat the onnne?!” Maggie finally managed it, and shouldered the door open. Florence shoved her from behind and Maggie tumbled onto the couch.

Florence dumped herself on top of Maggie and tried to kiss her, but drunk and without arms she was helpless. Maggie scooched Florence to her face and they attacked each others lips. Her hands were all over the place, they wandered without destination.

“Bed.” Florence stared into Maggie’s eyes. She nodded in response. They staggered to their feet; Maggie unzipped the back of Florence’s dress it slid off with the bounce of each excited step. Florence wiggled her rear and laughed. In Florence’s room, Maggie grabbed the skirt of her dress and flung it up and off of herself. They were now in their undies. Florence kicked her shoes off, scampered onto the bed and sat on her knees. Maggie undid her sandals and removed her bra, then jumped next to her new lover and pulled her bra off as well.

She pulled Florence down and they pressed themselves against each other. Maggie had never felt the intense pleasure of having an other’s bare skin against hers. The feeling of their nipples touching each other’s breasts was the most erotic thing she had ever imagined.

Until now. “I want you in me,” breathed Florence.

They slowly awoke the next morning in Maggie’s arms. Having one person missing theirs made cuddling a comfortable activity. She watched Florence sleeping. Her face was even more captivating in the warm morning light.

Florence blinked a couple of times and looked around. “Hey Mags.”

“Good morning, Flo.” Maggie was about to kiss her. “Weird?”

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Chapter 2 – Duties to perform.

I felt a bit silly, bordering on ridiculous dressed like this… but I was also very aroused, especially when I caught glimpses of my reflection in the large floor length mirror.

The maids’ uniform I was putting on had been designed to show off my body in an erotic sexual way to an observer – it wasn’t meant to be comfortable. It wasn’t one of those cheep uniforms you can buy in any internet costume site, designed for hen nights or fancy dress parties. The crisp black uniform with exquisite white lace trim that I was struggling to piece together, was cut from expensive French silk, fashioned in such a way that the bodice, that only just covered my nipples, pushed my breasts up to offer ample cleavage and leaving my upper chest and shoulders exposed. It was drawn tightly around my waist with laces like those you might find binding a corset. It felt restrictive, but it was a beautiful dress.

Clare and I had to help each other, fitting it properly before tying off the laces at the back. The skirt part, which was short, was heavily starched and layered over more stiff white lace to stand out rather than fall down to cover out stocking-tops. It felt awkward and uncomfortable to wear and I stifled a giggle as the unbidden image of me flicking a feather duster about dressed like Fifi the French maid flashed across my mind … and then I sobered, realising that was probably what Madam Reynard was expecting of us.

‘What are we doing here, Clare?’ I tried to still the fleeting tremble of panic that fluttered through me.

Clare flashed me a smile but chose to say nothing as she clipped the suspender tops to her sheer black stockings.

‘Oh, God, Clare … are we lesbians now?’

‘Maybe,’ murmured Clare.

I took a moment to gaze at my reflection as Clare, finally finished with her stockings and stood silently beside me.

‘This thing doesn’t feel right,’ she murmured and reached up to adjust her little white lace hair-band making sure the black silk bow was sitting flat. I noticed that as she peered at her reflection, a pretty frown creasing her brow – she looked so incredible – I was happy being a lesbian as long as I was with her.

‘We do look amazing.’ I giggled gazing at the two saucy French maids in the mirror. I gave a little curtsey and Clare copied me. We hugged each other giggling and, for the moment at least, I forgot my trepidation at this huge change in my lifestyle.

We returned to regard the reflection of the two maids, their legs impossibly long and sexy as they perched high on black stilettos, their black stockings held with slender suspender straps and the tantalising area of skin exposed between stocking-top and skirt.

‘My boobs aren’t big enough to carry this off. I wish I had breasts like yours.’

‘I love your breasts, Clare. I think you look incredible. I just can’t believe we’re dressed like this; it’s embarrassing.’

‘It’s not really something we’d wear back home, is it.’ Clare giggled. ‘But we do look good.’

The uniforms gave us a deliciously lewd, naughty look and I knew that, despite my puritanical misgivings, I was becoming very aroused. Reaching down, I tightened the straps of the suspender belt. The short petticoats of the dress rustled as I pushed them aside. The suspender straps were also in black silk, each with a little black bow above clip – I loved the incredible quality of the uniform and especially these small design touches.

I bent forward to smooth my stocking and felt Clare’s hand reach under my skirt and caress my bottom – a shiver ran through me.

‘Clare!’ I pretended to be cross but couldn’t help smiling as I allowed her to continue, feeling her hand flutter across my naked bottom before her fingers dipped between my thighs to caress my pussy through the thin veil of my black silk knickers. I sighed and closed my eyes wanting her to push the soft material to the side and slide a finger into my aching wet cunt, but she withdrew her hand back.

‘I’m sorry Josie it’s just …’ I stood and reached out a finger, silencing her with a touch to the lips, and she came forward to kiss me – her beautiful face coming slowly towards me. Deep red lipstick, dark mascara and liner, sultry grey/blue eye shadow to enhance her blue eyes. My heart fluttered as I sought to lose in the moment.

‘Filles non!’ Claudette marched into the room and placed the tray she was carrying on the side table before pulling us apart shaking her finger at us. ‘You are here for Madam Reynard. There will be work to be done, and games to play, but games are only in the presence of Madam. Now, I will explain a few simple rules for your stay here at Chateau de la Bouche. You may leave at any time … nobody will stop you, but if you leave without permission you may not return. Do you understand?’

‘Yes, Madam,’ we chorused.

‘Non, I am not the madam, you will refer to me as Claudette.’ She smiled reassuringly.

‘Yes, Claudette.’

As I have already mentioned, you must only bahis firmaları play when you’re being watched – either by Madam or by one of her guests. At any time that you’re being watched, you will appear as sexual and arousing as you are able. Both Madam Reynard and myself will be on hand to instruct you in the early days. Let me give you an example. When bending over, to dust or pick something up, you will maintain straight legs so that your skirt rises prettily and your bottom is presented. When serving at table, you will allow your cleavage to be displayed and you will also bend forward keeping your legs straight. If you are ever touched, you will continue whatever you are doing unless instructed otherwise. Do you understand all so far?’

‘Yes, Claudette.’

‘Good girls. Should you do anything wrong, or break something, then you will be punished. Do you understand that?’

‘Yes, Claudette.’

‘Well, you both look very presentable.’ She reached out and tugged my dress slightly lower to expose the top of my nipples; I blushed and managed to stop myself from instantly pulling the bodice back up. ‘Much better, my dear. Now, both of you lift your skirts; show me your under-things…’

Now totally embarrassed, we shyly lifted our skirts, gathering the short folds of starched cloth to expose our tiny black knickers.

‘…and lower your undergarments.’

We both hesitated, blushing furiously at the request, but then I lowered my knickers to the top of my stockings and stood back up, gathering my skirts again to show my newly shaven pussy and moments later, Clare did the same.

‘Very pretty. Each morning you will shave each other. You may leave a small amount of hair upon your pubis, if you wish, but the area around your vagina and anus must be without hair and soft. Do you understand?’

‘Yes, Claudette.’

‘Good girls, you may recover your undergarments. And now, I will offer you a little advice about your attitude. Although at all times you must do as you are told, Madam Reynard finds it especially … how do you say … desirable, if you appear shy and hesitant whenever you find yourself in a sexual situation … compreneze … do you understand?’

‘Yes, Claudette.’ Clare’s hand found mine and I knew that neither of us would have any problems appearing shy or indeed hesitant … she was trembling as much as me.

‘Very well, let us see shall we? I would like you both to lower your … how do you say properly in your English, knickers? And then to turn around and bend over … do it now.’ She smiled encouragingly, folded her arms and waited expectantly.

‘No … please, Claudette. That’s rude … you can’t make us do that,’ cried Clare wringing her hands.

‘We can’t, Claudette. Please …’ I echoed ‘Please don’t make us … You can’t …’

‘Do it!’

With little need to appear reluctant, we both turned our backs on Claudette and bent slowly forward. I was trembling with renewed shame and real nerves and that little voice claiming to be my sanity was screaming at me that this was wrong! This was rude and disgusting to be displaying myself like this to another woman – however, the new lesbian slut in me managed to ignore the impulse to run. Reaching under my skirt with trembling fingers, I fumbled for the edges of my knickers and slowly slid them down until they touched the tops of my stockings feeling the cool play of air across my bare bottom and exposed pussy. As I moved my legs a little further apart and felt the lips of my vagina open I felt such a slut.

We stayed like that, legs straight, leaning forward with our hands pinning our knickers to our knees as Claudette moved closer. Her fingers fluttered across my bare bottom before finding my pussy and lightly parting the folds of my vagina. There was a small yelp from Clare beside me, and then Claudette pushed two fingers into my cunt and I gasped feeling the muscles of my vagina close around her fingers.

‘Good little girls … but do not move.’

I closed my eyes and relaxed my muscles allowing her fingers slowly to withdraw before just as slowly, push back in making me sway on my heels. The fingers withdrew completely and beside me, Clare groaned.

‘Stand and turn around.’

We did as we were told, pulling our knickers back up as we did so. Claudette was smiling, holding her hands out to us, fingers glistening with juices from our pussies.

‘You will clean. Come…come.’ She held out the fingers that had been in Clare’s cunt and pushed them into my mouth. I sucked them, savouring the sticky muskiness – the delicious lewd depravity of the action making me feel at once so awful, yet also so wonderful. Claudette smiled in satisfaction at the way I succumbed to her demands.

‘You are a good little slut.’ Satisfied her fingers had been cleaned she removed them from my mouth and then pushed down the right cup of my dress, fully exposing my right breast. She took hold of my nipple, lifted my breast and folded down the fabric of the dress beneath to provide support. kaçak iddaa My nipple was hard and erect, even before she wiped the juices from her other hand, the juices from my own vagina all over my nipple and surrounding breast. Turning to Clare, she took a handful of her hair and then drew her face gently towards my chest.

‘Clean her.’ Clare complied, lapping at my sticky breast, sucking as much into her mouth as she could, her tongue teasing over my nipple before searching for more of my juices around the edge of my breast. As I gasped, she moaned and Claudette laughed. ‘You English sluts … such dirty girls, yes? I tell Madam how I caught you I think … come!’

Pulling Clare around by the hair, she reached out and took hold of my nipple. It was wet from Clare’s attention and it slipped from between her fingers. Her hand lashed out, she slapped my breast and I cried out, more from the shock than any pain.

She smiled at me and I was confused. ‘Dry yourself, little slut.’

‘Yes, Claudette.’ I wiped my hand across my exposed flesh a few times wishing I could cover my breast. Reaching out once more, she took a firm hold on my nipple and drew me after her as she marched from the room.

It was hard to walk, being pulled like this. If I didn’t keep up it only resulted in Claudette pulling harder on my nipple, which hurt, so I tottered on as best I could. Beside her, Clare was also having trouble forced to walk bent forward dragged by her hair.

At last, we came to a library and stumbled in as a sobbing untidy group. Claudette let us both go and Clare stood up beside me rubbing at her hair. I held my breast wincing at the sting and gazed about at the shelves of books that lined the walls of this new room of the chateau. There was a long table in the centre with chairs drawn up to it and two leather armchairs close to an unlit fire. Sitting with legs crossed in one of the armchairs was Madam Reynard wearing a short black dress, now looking every inch the dominating Mistress that she was. She stared at us without expression and I tried to judge what mood she might be in, but it was taking a moment for my eyes to adjust to the gloom. The windows were shuttered and candles from three large candelabras, set it different points around the room, offered the only light.

‘How sweet you look, but you must arrange your uniforms, girls. My lesbian slut maids who will do anything to be fucked by their mistress.’

‘Madam …’ Claudette tried to explain our entrance but Madam Reynard held up a hand to silence her. Feeling a little relieved, I covered my tortured breast and smoothed down my uniform. Beside me, Clare did the same, adjusting one of the clasps from her suspender belt that had come undone, and then pushing her fingers through her hair. I re-clipped one of my own stockings realising it was on opportunity to pose for Madam Reynard. I wished I could check my make-up, hoping my mascara hadn’t run and glanced about for a mirror but couldn’t see one.

‘That is better girls. We will start your duties by having you dust the books. You will find dusters on the table, be sure to dust the top shelves especially carefully.’

‘Yes, Madam,’ we chorused, bobbing curtsies. Following Clare, I took a feather duster from the table, walked over to the bookcase close to the fire and began to flick the feathers over the books. I could feel Madam Reynard watching me as I dusted and realised I really liked it. I tried to offer a pretty sight for her, bending forward with legs held straight whilst pushing out my bottom. I could feel the tiny skirt rise and the tension on the suspender belt change and knew that my bottom was very exposed and I must look deliciously rude. The slut in me took over fully and I dusted lower, opening my legs a little further.

After a few flicks of the duster I stood straight and began dusting up towards the upper rows – Clare, I realised, was doing much the same beside me. I stole a look in her direction and caught her smile, which I returned knowing she was enjoying herself as much as me … yes I really was enjoying the whole experience.

‘You may stand on the chair to reach the top shelves.’

‘Thank you, Madam,’ said Clare.

‘Yes, thank you Madam,’ I echoed, and then taking a chair from the table, brought it back, set it by the bookcase and climbed on.

As I flicked my duster over the top books, I jumped slightly as I felt a hand run up the inside of my leg.

‘Do not stop. Keep up your work.’ It was Madam Reynard.

‘Yes, Madam.’ I dusted on, reaching to the sides feeling as Madam Reynard’s hand continued to climb to my stocking tops, hovering over the area where nylon met skin. She took the suspender strap at the back of my leg and snapped it back against my skin.

‘Long, beautiful firm legs,’ she murmured as she touched me.

As I reached once more to the side, I took the opportunity to spread my legs a little further and felt her hand move up to caress the soft area of skin at the very top of my inner thigh, barely kaçak bahis touching me through my knickers. My pussy was wet and I hoped beyond hope that she would draw my knickers to the side, slide a finger into my cunt and fuck me … but she didn’t.

She slapped my bottom softly several times eliciting small slap slap sounds. ‘Claudette, expose this ones breasts. They are big and soft and should be displayed.’

‘Oui, Madam. You … pretty slut,’ she tapped me on the leg. ‘Get down.’

Yes, Claudette … Madam.’ Steadying myself by holding onto the bookcase, I managed to climb down from the chair, overcoming my shaking legs, to stand before Claudette.

‘Please … not … please don’t do this to me, I …’ My hands fluttered protectively over my breasts. Fear rose inside me again and the play-acting was suddenly very real. I was too scared to be exposed like this. It was all going to fast. ‘I’m sorry, but this …’

‘Be quiet and hold still. Keep your hands at your sides.’ Slapping my hands down, she pulled down the right cup of my bodice and, taking hold of my nipple, lifted up my breast so she could fold down the material to act as support. I gazed down seeing my breast supported, offered up, as she let go of the nipple, which became hard and erect again. I watched as she repeated the procedure on my left breast. Once finished, she fondled each in turn as if arranging them, and then pinched each nipple hard before waving me back to my dusting. I stayed at floor level, my chest feeling exposed and strange, and noticed that as Care perched on a chair, Madam Reynard’s hand was at the top of her legs and, I suspected, she had a finger or two in her pussy – Clare was still dusting but her face was flushed.

‘Keep dusting, girl.’ Madam Reynard finished with Clare and turned back to me. ‘Come here.’

I stopped dusting and turned to stand in front of Madam Reynard. She looked me up and down with a neutral gaze and I struggled to keep my hands on my lap clutching the duster rather than covering myself. Reaching out, she cupped my breasts, lifting them, feeling their weight. I felt my face blush and I looked about the room, trying to mentally distance myself from the embarrassment of having my tits fondled by this near stranger.

‘Beautiful.’ She lifted them and let them fall. I felt my cold skin pucker as the contact with her warm hands was lost. ‘Move your chest from side to side, let me see them move.’

‘Mistress?’

‘Do it! Shake your tities girl, and not too fast.’

I did as she asked, moving my chest from side to side, my breasts swaying and jiggling as my face became even redder – this was so embarrassing … so demeaning. I saw Clare watching over Madam Reynard’s shoulder. She had stopped dusting and was staring at my breasts obviously enjoying my torment. I pushed out my chest just a little more and, looking at her, continued swaying showing my chest.

‘Enough, dear. Claudette, the clips.’

I gazed in horror as Claudette opened a small wooden box and removed a length of chain with clips on the ends, evidently destined for my already engorged nipples.

‘No, Mistress, Please don’t.’ Madam Reynard’s hand snaked out and slapped my left breast and I cried out in shock.

‘Silence, girl. The clips will not hurt you but the punishment you have brought onto yourself will.’

‘Please don’t hurt her, Madam.’ Clare blushed as we all turned to her, still standing on her chair.

‘You will come and share her punishment. Get down here now.’

‘Yes Madam.’

‘Firstly, Maid Josie will wear her nipple clamps and Maid Clare, you will put them on her. Here …’ She held the chains out to Clare who reluctantly took them.

‘I’m sorry, Josie,’ mumbled Clare. She sorted the chains out then taking one of the clamps brought it up to my left breast. She pinched my nipple, drew it out from my chest and clipped the tiny clamp onto the stretched flesh.

I drew in a breath as the pain flared through me and I resisted the impulse to tear it off. I watched, biting my lip, as she repeated the procedure on my other nipple. After a moment, the pain seemed to subside and I found that it was in fact bearable. It felt like my nipples were on fire and I was more aware of them than at any other time.

‘Both of you … bend over the table.’ We did as she asked, keeping our legs straight and bottoms pushed out. Every time I moved and my breasts swayed, new jolts of pain ran through me. The fire only subsiding again as I stood bent over, my breasts hanging freely beneath me. My knickers were pulled to my knees and a foot kicked my shoes further apart spreading my legs. Without any warning, a spanking began, covering both cheeks of my bottom and down to the insides of my legs. I bit my lip again and tried to go with the experience, riding the pain in my bottom as well as the jolts through my breast as they swayed with the impact of each slap. After a few minutes, the spanking finished.

‘Stay where you are.’

Something cold dribbled between the cheeks of my bottom. I felt its slow progress trickling down until it went tickled over my anus before continuing its run down to my vagina. I heard Clare groan next to me and then heard my own voice join hers.

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