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Independent Study Pt. 01

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(Author’s note: This one will have multiple parts and I promise it won’t be the emotionally draining read that my freshman effort here, “A Life Well-Loved”, was. It will focus on sex, rooted in my sexual history as usual, all loosely strung together in a flimsy but hopefully heartwarming coming of age tale. Enjoy!)

Part 1:

I walked into Trax at a little after 10 p.m. and surveyed the revelers. It was one of their bear nights and the eye candy was appropriately round and furry. Several bear, chub and daddy chasers scoped me out as I made my way to the bar to order a beer. I’ve never been much for chasers, but it felt nice to be appreciated.

“Hi, Matt! The usual?” the bartender yelled over the din, reaching across the bar for a handshake.

“Yessir!” I yelled back as I took his hand.

It was a busy night. He drew my beer and started my tab, then made his best guess at whose hand had raised next to get his attention. We usually chatted at that point, but this time I just smiled and motioned him to go on about his business.

A guy vacated the stool to my left so I sat and turned out to people watch. I saw mostly guys in their twenties and thirties on the dance floor grinding to the thump of the techno beat, but there were enough silver bears and other daddies peppered throughout the crowd that I didn’t feel out of place. Bart spotted me from across the room and began making his way over.

We’ve been regular fuck buddies for years and, in addition to being a beautiful silver grizzly of a man – wide, thick and round – he’s a very generous lover. He’s that rare combination of a big man who’s well-endowed and skilled at both top and bottom. Being in his early fifties he’s maybe ten years my junior and, at about 320, he’s got fifty to sixty pounds on me now.

When we met around fifteen years back I was carrying nearly 300 pounds of muscle and belly myself. We were drawn to each other at first sight. Neither of us is interested in the baggage of a relationship but we both want someone we’re comfortable with for sleep overs, and with whom we feel safe for the satisfaction of bare sex when they happen.

I guess ‘fuck buddies’ is really too casual for what has developed between us. We sometimes might not see other for a month but, with the length of our history, we know each other as well as any lovers.

We just each respect the other’s privacy and don’t infringe on his freedom to think with his dick when the urge strikes, as long as the play is safe outside of whatever it is we have. In fact, our acknowledgment and acceptance of our primal male urges is part of what attracts us to each other.

“Muscles!” he beamed as he pressed his belly to mine for one of his comforting bear hugs.

“Hey, Bart!” I said reciprocating.

“So who looks fuckable out there tonight?” he asked as he backed up to the bar beside me and draped a big arm around my shoulders.

“Haven’t had time to suss that out yet. Who’s looking good to you?” I asked leaning back into his grasp.

“That big ol’ burly boy on the corner of the dance floor…with the twink crawling all over him,” he said pointing with the hand in which he held his beer, “Kind of looks like a young you.”

I saw the fellow he was pointing at. He was at most half my age, but his beard did look remarkably similar to mine and, at about six feet tall with a prominent belly, his thick arms, barrel chest, big shoulders and tree-trunk thighs all suggested that he did indeed push some heavy iron.

By the look of him he was probably a center or guard on his college football team not too many years before. The size and firmness of his impressively round build suggested to me that he was probably still lifting…even heavier than I had, in fact, and he still had a few years out ahead of him. No telling how much more he might grow that impressive muscle mass before time eventually catches up with him. It catches us all.

My cock began to harden as I studied his low center of gravity and sexy moves. He also gave me a momentary sense of longing for those old battles with the barbell.

“Bet there’s one muscle where he comes up short next to you, though,” Bart said with a wink as he copped a quick feel of my package on the sly, “Whoa! I’m guessing he’s caught your eye, too…I saw him first!”

“Looks like you’ll have to pry that twink loose,” I conceded with a grin.

Just then I got a good look at the twink’s face. He seemed familiar. When he finally caught sight of me there was a spark of recognition in his eye as well. He excused himself from his dance partner and began heading our way.

“I think you might have just solved that little problem for me,” Bart said with a grin as he departed the bar.

I watched the fresh-faced young man navigate his way toward me through the obstacle course of people, tables and chairs and started running through names of students I’d recently had in hopes his came to me before he arrived. It always Gaziantep Oral Escort embarrassed me when I came up empty at these impromptu reunions.

“Professor Adams?” he asked, blushing since it was obvious he knew full well who I was.

“The same,” I said, then to my relief his name suddenly popped in my head, “How are you, Mike?”

“Wow!” he exclaimed, “You remember me!”

“Of course I do…Mike Holder,” I confirmed, “It was just over a year ago you were in my class.”

“I’m fine, thanks,” he said, lighting up at my recognition, “And you?”

“Doing great, thanks.”

“Still at the college?”

“Retired last May.”

“No way! What are you…like…fifty?”

“No…like…sixty two,” I said, smiling as I poked a bit of fun at his youthful vernacular.

“Sure don’t look it!” he said as his eyes darted down to my belly and then my crotch before making it back up to my face, “Still…seems kind of young to retire.”

“You might be right. I guess time will tell. How’s your dad?” I asked.

Having taught chemistry for thirty five years at a little two-year college about an hour out of the city it had begun to happen a lot more often than I liked that offspring of former students showed up on my rolls.

“He’s doing great,” he said with a smile, “You know he still talks about your class?”

“I hope he says nice things about it,” I said and then acknowledged Mike’s academic effort by saying, “Ricky was a good student, too, you know.”

It wasn’t really his dad’s academic prowess that stuck out in my memory. This kid had obviously taken after his mother because, even at the young age of his son when I knew him, Ricky Holder was a strapping bear of a man who used to have me concealing my hard-ons in class. Some guys just have a presence that speaks with an air of authority that can belie their age, and he was definitely one of them.

“Only the highest praise!” he exclaimed as he seated himself on the stool that came open next to me while we’d been chatting.

He caught himself letting his gaze roam my body again and then asked, “I’ve always been curious. Were you out when Dad was in your class?”

“No,” I told him, “I think that didn’t happen till two or three years later. You out?”

“Yes, sir, I am…now. Did it as soon as I got up here to finish my bachelor’s.”

“I had no idea you were gay in my class,” I observed.

“Nobody did. I should thank you. You removed a lot of the stigma I felt over it,” he said, his eyes roving my body again, “You know your class was the only one I didn’t make an A in while I was there?”

“Is that why you came over? To let me know I’m all that stood between you and a 4.0 GPA?” I asked with a laugh.

“No sir,” he laughed along, then with an impish grin, “You know why I ended up with a B from you?”

“No, why?” I asked.

“Because I couldn’t concentrate on balancing chemical equations with a hunk like you strutting around in front of me,” he confided with a nervous laugh, blushing at his own bold honesty.

“Well…thank you…I think,” I said, making him laugh that much harder.

“And you’re still about the hottest man I’ve ever seen!” he blurted out, his eyes growing huge when he realized what he’d said.

“That was an awful hot fellow you were dancing with over there,” I pointed out, trying to put him at ease.

“Too young for my taste,” he said, “Really only took him up on the dance because he kind of makes me think of you, to be honest. Then when I saw the real deal sitting over here I couldn’t believe my eyes! Had to run right over and say hi!”

“Quite a block of man, though…the way you were on him I had you two pegged for boyfriends…or fuck buddies, at least,” I observed.

“Oh…no, sir,” he said looking a tad embarrassed, “I only just came out last month. I haven’t actually…you know…done it…with anybody…yet.”

I immediately regretted my words and wished I could snatch them back out of the ether as I assured him, “A fellow as handsome as you…that’ll change soon enough, Mike. Trust me, there’s no need to rush into anything. I hope I didn’t embarrass you.”

“No way, Mr. Adams,” he said, brimming with confidence again.

“We’re two adults, chatting in a gay bar, call me Matt,” I said in hopes of salvaging my misstep.

“Thanks!…Matt,” he said, as though testing the fit of being on first name basis with me.

It must have agreed with him.

“Hey, Matt…now that I’m not at the college anymore…can I…feel your belly?” he haltingly asked.

There was such a tone of childish innocence in the request I could only laugh as I leaned back and turned on my stool to make it protrude in his direction. He pressed his hand to it and rubbed it in expanding circles.

“Oh’m’god!…it’s even firmer than I dreamed…it’s so beautiful!” he exclaimed, then sheepishly corrected himself, “I mean…manly.”

I laughed and laid my hand on his, pressing it to me that much harder, “All the same to me, Mike.”

“Good…geez! Your hands are huge!” he said staring at the way mine completely eclipsed his.

I casually removed it and reached back for my beer lest he get the wrong idea.

He stroked my paunch a couple more times and then removed his to his lap, breaking out in an embarrassed grin as he admitted, “For four months all I could think about was doing that…thank you!”

“No problem,” I told him.

“You always here on bear nights?” he asked.

“Not always. I’m here as often as I can be, though. Never really thought of myself as hairy enough to be a bear, but the eye candy’s nice and a fellow my size doesn’t stand out so much around these guys,” I said and took a sip of my beer.

“Even if you didn’t have a single hair on your whole body you’d still be more bear than ninety percent of these guys!” he insisted.

“You a bear chaser?” I asked.

“LOVE ’em!” he shot back.

“Then I’ll have to defer to your expert opinion,” I said and smiled.

“Smart man!” he said, then after an awkward pause, “Well…I guess I should get back to my friends. It was really great running into you in a place like this, though…and…thanks for the feel.”

“It happens more often than you probably think. It was awfully nice running into you, too, Mike. I just know you’ll knock ’em dead up here at university,” I said, offering him my hand.

“Thanks, Mr. Adams…I mean, Matt,” he said reaching out and shaking it.

He turned and started slowly walking away, then stopped.

Turning again and cautiously approaching me once more he said, “You know…about me being a virgin…and all…everything would be so much…I just wish…I had somebody like you…to tutor me…like…when I used to come to your office…and all.”

I saw that yearning in his eyes for the feel of another man’s skin against his. I’d felt it all the way into my mid-thirties before I finally found the courage to act on it and I remembered how simultaneously attractive and scary the prospect seemed. He was nothing like the men I look to for sex, but it sure tugged at my heart strings.

I decided to give him a memorable thrill and pecked his cheek with a quick kiss. His jaw dropped and he touched one hand to his cheek where I’d kissed him, then surprised me by stroking my beard with the other.

“I have a sneaking suspicion you’ll know what to do when the time comes, Mike,” I assured him, not wanting him to leave feeling rejected, “but we’ll be seeing each other around if you’re a regular here. If it comes to that…I’ll think about it…and all.”

He laughed at my gentle ribbing and then excitedly vowed, “I’ll be here every time!”

With that he fairly skipped off to rejoin his party. I had to laugh at the boyish spring in his step as he vanished into the crowd and wondered how different my life might be if I’d grown up in an age of emboldening acceptance as he had. About that time Bart came back into view heading my way.

“So what was that about?” he asked.

“Another former student. Make any headway with Big Boy?”

“Hell, no! Was no accident he was working your twink over there…all top…only into younger guys…strictly into bareback sex. Damn kids have no clue what the ’80s were like!” he said sounding genuinely perturbed.

“Christ, Bart! You got all that out of him in no more time than that? You sure don’t beat around the bush,” I commented.

“No time to…haven’t emptied my balls in a week…hard as a brick right now!” he stated matter-of-factly while scanning the crowd for another prize.

A brick was actually an apt analogy. He has me by as much in girth as I’ve got him in length, upwards of an inch…and I’m not exactly lacking in girth. I figure he’s got to stretch a tape a good six and a half inches both ways; and I do mean good! The man’s cock head is so big and fat it feels almost like a small fist in your mouth.

“Well, let’s keep working the crowd. If we come up empty we’ve always got each other,” I consoled him.

“Oh, fuck this! Why hunt when dinner’s already on the table? What say we just go to my place and get nekkid,” he said.

“I’m in,” I quickly replied, already looking forward to getting my ass stuffed on his bull cock.

We settled our tabs and then Mike and I caught sight of each other as Bart and I were making our way toward the door. We waved and smiled. I winked at him and saw it sink in that the nearly six hundred pounds of aged beef he was shamelessly ogling were heading off for a fuckfest. I chuckled as we ambled out onto the sidewalk.

“Meet you there,” Bart said as we separated and went to our cars.

Once at Bart’s we quickly stripped to freshen up together in his big walk-in shower. We’ve grown so comfortable that our hands just immediately go where ever needed to clean each other’s hard to reach places, complete with whatever digital penetrations are required to make sure everything is spic’n’span before we get down to business.

Both our cocks were swollen to bursting by the time we stretched out on his bed and pressed our beards together for some deep kissing. His kisses are incredibly stimulating. We exchanged the assertive role freely while our tongues battled back and forth from one mouth to the other.

When we pulled apart he slipped his thumb and index finger around the base of my dick and made it swell obscenely as he pressed down on my generous pad. My tusk-like organ arced up from my loins and he noisily slapped it on my big paunch a few times.

“Look at that fuckin’ belly thumper!” he said with genuine admiration, “Reaches all the way up to your belly button!”

“Suck it, big guy,” I told him as I ran my hand down his broad, furry back and slipped my middle finger in his crack to tease his hole.

“Yes, sir!” he said opting for the submissive role first.

He re-positioned himself beside me for the friendliest approach to my slight upward and leftward curve. Next he slid his mouth down on me until it was full and then slipped his big paw of a hand off my pad down onto my balls, roughly massaging them as he began noisily sucking me. Bart’s head jobs have achieved legendary status on our local bear scene and I’m honored that he’s anointed me his most regular recipient.

My cock began flexing uncontrollably in the firm grip of his mouth as he audibly breathed through his nose to maintain his constant suction on me. He pressed his huge shoulder and chest to the side of my belly and then rested his head on it as it lifted slightly from the pressure he’d applied.

He moaned with contentment while I ran my fingers through the nap of his close-cropped hair. In spite of being younger than me by nearly a decade every hair on his burly body, and it’s covered in them, has turned the most beautiful shade of silver compared with the salt and pepper of mine. It seemed to have happened almost overnight and miraculously turned an already handsome man into the most gorgeous man I’ve ever known.

Putting on a clinic he nursed my phallus like a baby on his mother’s breast, seeming to draw some life force from it. He was a master of suspense as he edged me in his fervent suction. I could feel him preparing to take me down his throat, but he gave me no hint how long I would have to wait.

I sang his praises for his oral skills and deep roster of masculine attributes as he relentlessly teased my turgid member by pressing his gullet to my swollen glans. Onward and upward my passion soared.

Eventually I heard him beginning to fight with his gag reflex and knew the time was drawing near when I would feel his wonderful throat envelop my hardness. At last I heard it noisily yield to my cock head and soon his nose was pressed into my drawn scrotum.

He vigorously milked me until I quickly climaxed without him even having to come up for air. Volley after volley of my molten white lava erupted straight down into his waiting belly.

By the time my orgasm had subsided into its final erratic emissions he came up just enough to breathe through his nose while he hungrily gulped them down. Afterward he shifted in the bed so that he could curl up under my arm and lay his head on my shoulder.

He smiled up at me as he lazily traced a finger up and down the fuzzy furrow between my pecs, now sagging a bit from lack of use, and asked, “How was that, big daddy?”

I laughed and took the bulb of his nose between my teeth, flicking it with the tip of my tongue.

“Earthshaking, baby boy!” I extolled after releasing it.

I reached my right hand across my belly to tickle his massive, bulging ball sac with my fingertips. He tensed up from the stimulation as he laughed, but didn’t struggle against me.

I then wrapped my hand around his fat, straining hard-on and said, “Your turn, gorgeous.”

“Damn straight!” he said as he rolled onto his wide back and spread his huge, powerful thighs for me.

I crawled over and between them, staring hungrily at the delectable wad of hooded man meat standing commandingly at attention above his huge balls as they rested comfortably on the mattress below. The lip of his leathery hood wreathed the twin bulbs majestically flanking his gaping urethral meatus like a king’s crown. I teased the giant by lapping up the clear droplets that beaded up in his teardrop-shaped hole one right after another.

“Brace yourself, Grizzly,” I warned him, gazing up into his blue eyes, “I’m about to suck this fat cock into next week!”

His eyebrows danced as he flashed his perfect pearly whites at me from the dense silver beard that engulfed the entire lower half of his round, ruggedly handsome face. I studied his intense expression as I slowly peeled his skin down and then gave him the satisfaction of watching my lips stretch out as they slipped over his immense cock head.

I felt his tremendous girth tug at the corners of my mouth as I commenced completing the oral course of our late night sexual feast.

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BabySitter Therapy

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I’d been babysitting for Gwen and Ron. They have twins, age five, and they’re a real handful at times. It’s no wonder that their parents need the occasional break. Accordingly, I came in and Gwen and Ron fled the scene with loud cries of joy, leaving me to wrestle with the little fiends.

I fed them and bathed them and did my best to run them ragged before tucking them into bed, whereupon they promptly fell asleep, leaving me to watch TV and mope until their parents returned home. I have to admit I was still moping when Gwen and Ron did return.

Gwen and I settled down in the kitchen for some coffee and a chat while Ron wandered off to play with the computer. Gwen told me about their night out and I tried to be enthusiastic and pleased for her but I was still feeling down. Gwen caught onto that fact pretty quickly and finally taxed me with it.

“You appear to have some sort of problem,” she suggested. “You look as though you lost a twenty and found a dime. Want to talk about it?”

As a matter of fact I did want to talk about it, but it wasn’t the sort of discussion I wanted to have with my mother or friends. Gwen on the other hand. . .

“Um, yes, kind of,” I admitted. “It’s about my boyfriend. . .”

My voice trailed off, not quite knowing what to say.

“Let me guess. He wants to have sex and you don’t?”

“Something like that,” I agreed. “He’s been leaning on me pretty heavily lately, wanting to take our relationship to the next level.”

“And you don’t want to?”

“Not exactly. It’s a little trickier than that.”

Gwen gave me a ‘tell me more’ look, waiting patiently to see if I wanted to. I chewed on my lip, trying to think how to phrase it.

“Ah, it’s not that I don’t want to. I think I’m ready to move our relationship along but. . . I’m scared,” I blurted out with a rush.

“You’re still a virgin?” asked Gwen, sounding slightly surprised.

“Um, no, and that’s part of the problem.”

“He expects you to be a virgin? A bit chauvinistic of him,” Gwen opined.

“No, it’s not that. I’m just scared of having sex with him.”

“Ahh. A nasty experience?”

I nodded miserably and explained.

“My last boyfriend seduced me, but I was willing to be seduced,” I told her. “The trouble is that the first time hurt me quite a bit.”

“That’s unfortunate, but that only occurs the first time. After that, things should be fine,” Gwen assured me.

“Should be, are the operative words. It seems that hurting me that first time really excited my boyfriend. Enough that he wanted to make sure he hurt me in subsequent encounters, and he did. After a few times I’d had enough and I dumped him but he didn’t want to be dumped. I had to take out a restraining order before he got the message.”

“There are,” Gwen stated very firmly, “some real assholes out there. You were unfortunate enough to run into one of them. But you do know that not everyone is like that?”

“I know, I know,” I said miserably. “Still, it’s left me rather nervous where sex is concerned. So it’s a case of I want to but I don’t want to because I’m scared.”

“I’m not sure what to say in this sort of situation,” admitted Gwen. “You really need to experience some sex that isn’t painful. Maybe that would relax you and you could look at your relationship with your current boyfriend from a different Gaziantep Anal Escort point of view.”

“It’s what they call a Catch-22 situation. I’m not willing to have sex because I’m scared of what the man might do, but I need the man to do it to show me I don’t need to be scared.”

Gwen smiled at that observation.

“Maybe you should hire a professional escort and order him to have sex with you. He’d have to please you if he wanted to get paid,” she said, in what I hoped was a tongue in cheek manner.

“Oh, yeah. I can just see me trolling through the internet trying to find a male escort.” I shuddered delicately.

We both laughed and then Ron came wandering back into the room.

“You ladies seem to be in a happy mood,” he said. “Discussing men and their short-comings, I assume?”

“Something like that,” admitted Gwen. “It’s a pity that they’re not all as nice and agreeable as you.”

Then she sat up straight, looked at Ron, and then looked at me.

“He is a very nice man,” she said softly. “Considerate and agreeable.”

I frowned a little, trying to understand what she was getting at. Surely she wasn’t suggesting that Ron. . . My mind officially boggled.

“Why not?” she asked me. “It will solve your little problem and give Ron a treat.”

“But, but,” was all I could say.

“Ah, am I missing something?” asked Ron.

“Tracy has this little problem and it’s just occurred to us that you can help her out,” said Gwen, a big cheesy grin on her face.

Occurred to us? What was with the ‘us’ bit? It hadn’t occurred to me. It still wasn’t registering with me.

“Glad to help if I can,” said Ron. He really is a nice man.

“Tracy?” asked Gwen.

“But, but,” I said helplessly.

“It’ll be good for you, a bonus for him, and an experience for me. Why not?”

“Ah. . .” Sometimes there just aren’t words to express what you want to say.

“Ok,” said Ron, “it’s now official. I have no idea what anyone is talking about.”

“It’s quite simple, sweetheart,” said Gwen dulcetly. “Tracy had a very bad sexual relationship with her old boyfriend. She feels she can’t move forward with her new boyfriend until she puts that behind her. To do this she needs to have some satisfying sex with a considerate lover. We thought that you’d be able to help out.”

We? What was with the we? This was all Gwen’s idea. My face was burning and my feet were itching to run. Ron, I noticed, was looking at me thoughtfully.

“It shouldn’t be too hard to find someone who’d be willing to help her out,” he said. “She’s a very lovely young woman. I know several young men who’d be delighted to teach her that sex can be fun.”

How sweet. Gwen’s implied suggestion had flown straight past him without stopping.

“She doesn’t know those several young men. She does know you,” Gwen pointed out.

That time it hit the target.

“Me? But, ah, um, that is. . .”

I was pleased to see that I wasn’t the only one lost for words.

“Yes, you. Have you some objection to helping poor Tracy?”

“Ah, well, no, I guess not, seeing you put it that way.”

“Good. Tracy, stand up and give me your hands.”

Puzzled I did so, leaning across the table. Gwen held onto my hands quite firmly.

“This is to help you relax and stop you panicking and running away,” she told me calmly. “Ron, if you’d pull down her panties?”

Ron, it seemed, wasn’t adverse to pulling down my panties. He lifted my dress out of the way and lowered my panties, all the way to my ankles, my eyes opening wider and my eyebrows rising as they went.

“Oh, but, Gwen,” I managed to get out but she interrupted me.

“No. Don’t say anything. You can thank me later. Right now try to relax.”

Relax? She had to be kidding. Ron, her husband, that Ron, had pulled down my panties and was going to fuck me and I should be relaxed?

I found myself even less relaxed when his hand closed over me and he started rubbing. Not hard, but reasonably firmly, his hand pressing against my vulva, stoking back and forth along it. He wasn’t trying to move my lips apart and press between them, just stroking me the way I would a cat. You know how cats like a nice firm back rub? That’s what was happening.

It was a good thing that Gwen had a hold of my hands as if she didn’t I’d have panicked and bolted as soon as his hand closed over me. As it was I had time to have second thoughts, thoughts that said, hey, he’s not hurting you.

So I stood there, having my pussy rubbed, but I was still trembling slightly, a complete bundle of nerves. As Ron continued to rub me I remembered I’d used to like this sort of touching before it had all been spoiled for me. I still like it, I found, when I could be confident that there wasn’t going to be any pain coming. I started to relax.

Ron took his time, rubbing and stroking. I held my breath when a finger slipped between my lips but all he was doing was extending the reach of his petting. I found I was breathing harder, feeling hot and a little restless. And Ron kept on touching and rubbing and teasing.

When Ron parted my lips and slipped a couple of fingers inside me I barely blinked, but it turned out he was being sneaky. At some stage he’d dropped his trousers and when his fingers came sliding out of me they paused for a moment, holding my lips apart. Ron took advantage of this by leaning his erection against my parted lips, withdrawing his hands and letting my lips close around his cock.

I froze, terrified of what was about to happen. Then I was shocked to find out that what was about to happen was nothing. Ron just left his cock where it was, barely engaged with me, not advancing or withdrawing. I slowly relaxed again, getting used to the feel of him pressing lightly against me.

My breathing was still a little hard but it was also a little ragged, my nerves all on edge. I barely registered the fact that his cock was actually pressing against me, not just lying there. When something presses against a space it tends to move into that space, even if it is only slowly. When I did register the fact that his cock was pushing down my passage it was already halfway in.

That was as far as it was going, my nerves stated, and I could feel my passage contracting, all my muscles there clamping down with a ‘you shall not pass’ determination. Ron simply relaxed and waited. No trying to force his way. No telling me to ease up and to get with it. Just a simple acceptance and a patient waiting.

My hands had clamped rather tightly onto Gwen’s. I looked at her and she was watching me, smiling gently. She gave me a wink as if to say, don’t worry, and I felt myself slowly relaxing again.

When I’d relaxed to a certain point I could feel Ron advancing once more. This time I was aware of it and it took a conscious effort not to try to stop him. I just held my breath, concentrating on the feel of him coming up my passage, moving easily.

Then he was all the way inside me and it felt good. I let out the breath I’d been holding, my nerves all a-tingle with excitement. I looked up at Gwen again and this time I was able to give a tentative smile to meet the one she had.

Ron’s hands were on my hips and I could feel him drawing slowly back, then he was pushing firmly back into me. Not hard, but firmly, knowing where he was going and just sliding into place. I was nicely aroused now, and that thrust set of little sparks inside me.

Again he did the same thing with one little difference. He was using the grip he had on my hips to encourage me to move towards him as he thrust in. A few more easy strokes like that and I found I was moving of my own accord, pushing back to meet him quite happily.

He set up a lovely rocking motion and I found I could take that and a whole lot more of it. Those little sparks were merging and little streaks of fire were running along my nerves, the heat pooling deep inside me. He kept on going and after a while a subtle change came over our coming together.

We were, I found, moving faster, Ron’s strokes coming in a lot harder, driving into me. When he’d phased from gentle seduction to driving need I wasn’t certain. For a while it had been one, now it was the other. The change had occurred without me noticing but I was responding to it.

Sex, I was finding, was absolutely marvellous when one didn’t have to worry about being hurt. I was able to just relax and go for it. Actually, I don’t suppose relaxed is the right description for what I was feeling. My nerves were all screwed tight and getting tighter, but in a nice way.

I could hear myself gasping and panting and making little sounds of approval and I didn’t care. All I wanted was for what Ron was doing to keep on happening. Everything else could wait. I bucked and squirmed and enjoyed the heat being generated, relishing the way it was spreading through me.

Then it was a case of, “Oh my god, of my god, oh my god,” as that spreading heat flared up, burning bright, sending me screaming into a shattering climax.

Ron had withdrawn and pulled his trousers up and someone had pulled my panties back up. I was feeling totally relaxed. There was, however, a nagging feeling that something wasn’t quite right.

I was sitting down and Gwen was giving me a cup of coffee.

“Feeling better about things now?” she asked.

I nodded. Maybe I could move my relationship with my boyfriend forward now. I was definitely feeling a lot happier sex-wise. Then the missing element clicked.

“Oh!” I said, looking at Ron. “You didn’t finish, did you. Ah, I’m sorry. I’m supposed to let you finish first, aren’t I?”

“Not necessarily,” he said, “and I took care not to finish. But don’t let it worry you. I’m sure that will be taken care of shortly.”

I heard a small sound from Gwen and glanced over at her. She was smirking. It suddenly registered on me just how Ron would arrange to finish and I blushed. Gwen and Ron were almost laughing at the look on my face.

I took my leave shortly after that. Nice people, Gwen and Ron. It’s not everyone who’d go out of their way to help a friend resolve a problem.

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My Sapphic Wedding Fantasy Pt. 01

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Author’s Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.

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Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…

Two of my friends were getting married. For the purposes of this story, let’s call them Lexxi and Nikki. As their names indicate, they were lesbians. And that meant two bridesmaids, two bachelorette parties and two strippers.

Luckily, I was not a close enough friend to be a bridesmaid. I say luckily, because I think marriage is a total and utter waste of time and money and being part of one would make me a hypocrite. But that did not mean I refused when I was asked to find the strippers for the bachelorette parties. Unfortunately, I had never been to a strip club and had absolutely no idea how to go about hiring a stripper. Fortunately, you can now find anything you desire with a few clicks of a button. Thank god for the internet.

I quickly came across a website that specialized in bachelorette parties. Each stripper had her own profile with pictures and a list of special skills. There were almost a hundred women to choose from and all of them were beautiful. Unfortunately, I had to pick just two. Fortunately, Lexxi’s parents were quite wealthy and the stripper budget was unlimited.

I may not believe in marriage, but I had been given a job and I was going to do everything in my power to provide the best entertainment possible. That meant holding auditions. So I picked the five hottest strippers Gaziantep Evi Olan Escort on the site and set up a private audition session. Though unusual, the strippers did not seem to mind, because they were being paid their usual fee for a five minute performance. As for me, I would just have to endure watching those five beautiful young women dancing seductively before me. Ah, the things we do in the name of friendship, lol.

The first three strippers were breathtaking and their skills were legendary. My arousal level rose gradually throughout their performances and, more than once, I felt a fantasy growing within me. But I had no choice but to keep them contained. My job was to pick two strippers and fantasizing would make such a task impossible. So I grit my teeth and bore through all their teasing. Unfortunately, my arousal eventually got the better of me.

It was not until the fourth exotic dancer entered that I felt my arousal level skyrocket. Her stripper name was Candy Cane and her profile picture had depicted her as a beautiful young woman. But now that she stood before me, I realized that was not the case. She was more than beautiful, she was the hottest woman I had ever seen. She wore a cop uniform with handcuffs and all. But as hot as she looked in it, I could not wait for her to remove it. Fortunately, that was exactly what she did next.

The music had barely started playing when she ripped her top off, revealing her flawless boobs. The mere sight of her breasts was enough to convince me of a few things. One: This was the stripper I would hire. For both bachelorette parties. However, that did not mean I would not let the fifth stripper strut her stuff. Two: There was no way in hell I could resist the powerful fantasy that now grew within me. All I could wish for was that I could keep it contained long enough to avoid missing even a second of her enticing dance.

Somehow, I held out longer than I had initially thought. But when Candy came in for a lap dance I felt the fantasy grab hold of me. Reality faded a split second after she had begun grinding her half-naked body against mine.

The transition between reality and fantasy was so smooth that I almost did not notice it. But when it finally dawned upon me that I could now do whatever I pleased without fear of repercussions, I stopped fighting.

“Mmmmm!” I moaned as I pulled Candy in for a long, passionate kiss. I forced my tongue past her lips and started exploring her mouth. I did not know how long I had before she rejected me and I was going to enjoy every seconds of it. But as the kiss lingered on, Candy started to relax.

“Mmm?!” I moaned in a mixture of surprise and joy as I felt her tongue come to life. Within seconds, we were passionately making out, our tongues dancing furiously in each other’s mouths.

The make out session lasted well over a minute, but it felt like mere seconds. As soon as she had pulled away from me, she got to her feet and stripped. Seeing how the only piece of clothing she had left were her panties, it was not long before she stood before me, fully naked. I barely managed to keep my jaw from dropping open at the sight of her flawless figure.

“You’re so fucking hot!” I could not resist complementing.

She smiled shyly.

“Thanks,” was her answer. But that was the last thing she said before striding over to me and literally tearing my clothes off. I barely had time to figure out what was happening that her tongue made contact with one of my nipples.

“Mmmmm!” I moaned as I felt her tongue flick back and forth. Lustful moans filled the air as she teased my nipples. By the time she was done with them, they were hard as rock and I was seriously considering asking her to bypass all other teasing. But I never had to, because that was exactly what she did next.

“Fuck!” I moaned as her tongue made contact with my engorged labia. The feel of her tongue on my lower lips sent my body into sexual overdrive and I lost all ability to speak. All I could do was moan lustfully as she propelled her tongue into my soaking-wet pussy.

“Mmmmm!” I moaned as she began thrusting her tongue in and out of me. She may have been a stripper, that did not mean she could not have made a fortune as a hooker. But I forgot all about that when I felt her tongue leave my cunt.

“What the…” I started as I peered down at her. She ignored me and grabbed my waist. I was pulled forward into my chair, forcing my body to slump down and forcing my legs to spread even wider. As a result, my asshole was revealed. But it was not until she buried her face in my crotch and used her tongue to stimulate my anus that I figured out what she was up to.

“…fuck!” I finished when her tongue slithered into my body. She did not waste a single second before propelling it in and out of my asshole. But as great as that felt, I wanted more. Luckily, Candy’s plan was only beginning.

“Mmmmm!” I moaned when I felt something slither into my pussy. I glanced down and saw two of her fingers darting in and out of my twat as her tongue did the same in my ass. By then, so much arousal coursed through my veins that only a few more seconds were required for me to climax.

“FUUCCCKKKK!!” I moaned at the top of my lungs as my body began convulsing. Moments later, it happened. I started to squirt. Powerful moans flowed past my lips as I sprayed my hot orgasmilk all over my young lover. Unfortunately, my orgasm only lasted a few seconds.

I was snapped back to reality when Candy’s lap dance came to an end. Glancing around, I realized I was still fully clothed and my fantasy lover’s tongue was no longer buried in my ass. That could only mean one thing. The fantasy was over. Fortunately, I was not given time to be disappointed.

“So?” asked Candy as she grabbed her clothes and started getting dressed. “How was it?”

I smiled up at her and said two simple words. “You’re hired!”

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Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed.

Have a horny day,

Barbie Lez

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Coming to Terms Ch. 01

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Writer’s note: I would like to thank Pro_Ball_Player, a writer, for inspiring me to write my own erotica stories. I would also like to thank Mistress Penelope, my editor, for her assistance in getting my stories to be acceptable for submittal.

This is a story involving a coming of age incestuous relationship between and mother and her daughter. I have chosen the common surname, Jones, to be applied to this pair. Any similarities between events in my fictional story and someone’s experience in the real world are purely coincidental. Incest is frowned upon in society and is used in this story for fictional purposes only.

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Chapter 01

My name is Monica Jones and my mom’s name is Kayla. I had never been close to my mother. We weren’t enemies, we didn’t get into fights. We just weren’t close. My Dad walked out on us, actually me, when Mom was pregnant with me. He was a liar and treated Mom poorly. When he found out that Mom was pregnant he split. Mom did a great job of raising me by herself. She put herself through college, started her own business and still runs the business to this day. We’re never at want for anything; we always have money and a good lifestyle because of Mom’s business. That’s part of the problem though. She spends all of her time at the office, or at meeting, or out-of-town. She never really spends time with me. She’s notorious for missing birthdays. In fact she’s two weeks late in recognizing that I turned 18.

Usually skipping birthdays didn’t bother me. She always remembered the day afterwards and got me an extra present as a way of saying that she was sorry. But this time, for my 18th birthday, I thought it was going to be special. This time I was hurt.

The confrontation finally hit when we shared a dinner together; we rarely did that anymore.

“Monica, is everything okay? You seem out-of-sorts.”

“No Mom, everything is NOT okay.” I started yelling at her. “You spend too much damn time at work and not enough time here. My 18th birthday was two weeks ago. TWO WEEKS and I don’t hear even a ‘happy birthday’ from you. I’m glad you finally noticed that I’m out-of sorts.”

With that I stormed off to my room and slammed the door. I cranked the stereo and a few minutes later I heard Mom banging on my door.

“Honey I’m so sorry” she repeated over and over again.

I let her stammer on for a while then turned off the stereo. I opened the door to notice that she was crying. She dropped to her knees begging me “I am so sorry sweetie, I’m a bad mother. Can we talk?”

We headed down to the living room. The ‘argument’ lasted long. It started out angry but cooled down as we were discussing things. It ended well; I was right and Mom knew it. Then she did something that I have never seen her do before.

She called her Vice President and said “Effective immediately I am on vacation. I’ll be back in two weeks. Handle all of my calls when I am gone. Only in the most severe emergencies are you to contact me.”

Her next call was to her travel agent. “Hi Tom, listen, I need two tickets to Miami. I want to depart tomorrow or the day after that and not return for another 7 days. The second ticket is for Monica, and yes, make sure that they’re first class.”

Wow, Mom was sure making up for her error in spades. “Are we really going to Miami?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she responded, “I’m long overdue in spending any quality time with you. It occurred to me during our discussion that I really don’t know you as a person. I know you as a daughter, I know what you like to eat, what you like to wear, where you hang out, and who your friends are. I want to spend time with you in Miami so that we can get to know one-another. This may sound a little lame right now, but ‘Happy Birthday Dear.’ Let’s head out to a movie.”

I declined the movie invitation. I was too excited about going to Miami.

“Mom, I think I’d rather stay home and start packing. I’ve got some laundry to get caught up with.” I said.

I was kind of nervous. I had never spent so much time with Mom at once and didn’t know how we would fill the time. We never really talked that much and I was worried about that. We started packing that evening and completed the rest of the packing in the morning. It was a relaxed day at home so far. At 2:30, the company car pulled into our driveway. Mom hated paying for taxis and for long-term airport parking. She always had someone from her office drive her to the airport. This time Dennis Thompson, the company Vice President, picked us up. Mom sat shotgun and they went over company notes during the forty-five minute trip. He was set-up to take the reigns of the company while we were out-of-town.

Getting through the airport was a hassle. I couldn’t believe that Mom had done this so many times and yet was willing to go through that crap again. As we took our seats I asked, “Mom, is getting through those lines and security always so awful?”

She smirked and responded “Not always, I’ll make it up Gaziantep Mutlu Son Escort to you. Did you want an adult drink on the flight?”

I shook my head ‘yes,’ and she said, “Okay, I’ll sneak you one when we’re airborne.

The white zinfandel was good. Since this was my first flight, Mom made sure I was treated well. I felt like I was a Princess, or a Lady being given such wonderful treatment. Our flight to Miami from New York was about 2 and-a-half hours long. We didn’t get much turbulence so the flight went smooth. After getting our luggage we noticed the limo driver’s sign stating ‘Jones’ and we were off to the hotel. Mom got us a beachfront room at a five-start hotel. The accommodations were beautiful. Actually, they were perfect. I checked the concierge desk and found out that the weather would be wonderful for the week as well.

“We can work on our tans,” I thought.

Arriving late in the evening we decided to take turns using the whirl-pool bathtub before getting dressed for bed. I gave Mom a hug thanking her for the surprise birthday gift. I told her I loved her and wished her ‘good night.’

Waking up the next day, we had a great breakfast and then I made a decision.

“Mom, after I breakfast, can we both get one of those fancy spa treatments?”

She thought that was wonderful idea and called the concierge to make arrangements. The soonest we could get in would be at 1:00 just after lunch. In the meantime Mom suggested that we head out for some shopping.

Walking up-and-down the South Florida outdoor shopping area amongst the palm trees and other tropical plants was a much welcome change of pace. It sure beat the usual stops in New York. We didn’t feel like buying much; we enjoyed looking at what the shops had to offer and took mental notes. We also didn’t notice time passing; we were caught up in our own thoughts and taking in the sights. It was soon time to grab lunch and head back to the hotel. We chose a Cuban-style restaurant and treated ourselves to some local cuisine.

The odd part of spending this time with Mom was that we really weren’t talking too much. It wasn’t uncomfortable; it was just odd. We were two people hanging out, but lost in our own thoughts. After the relaxing spa treatment we headed to our room. Mom just wanted to sit on the balcony looking at the ocean while sipping drinks. I asked if I could join her in relaxing on the balcony with some drinks as well. She said sure and we began our soothing afternoon in the sun.

The view was perfect. The drinks were good. Mom made mine a little bit weaker than hers, but beggars can’t be choosers.

As the afternoon leisurely passed, the silence began to wear on me.

“Mom, can I give you a penny for your thoughts?” There was a long pause before she answered.

“Monica, my thoughts have been bothering me all day. Actually they’ve been bothering me since the other night after you went off on me for forgetting your 18th birthday…. Honey, am I bad mother?”

“Mom, you’re not a bad mother. You raised me by yourself and started up your company from nothing. It’s successful and you have a staff of three dozen employees. The odds were stacked against you in doing any of those things successfully. You managed to do both, and at the same time. On the other hand we rarely spend any time together. You’re always at the office. When you’re at home you’re in your home-office handling calls and taking care of more business. On the weekends, when you do have free time, you’re always going out. Sometimes, when growing up I felt that I was on the back burner and low on your priorities. Mom, I love you. I’ve never wanted for anything. The money your company makes gives us everything we need in terms of creature comforts and the basic necessities. We’re clothed, fed, and sheltered. After that, what do we really have?”

Mom was in tears and that wasn’t my intent. She’s a good person and just lives a way too busy lifestyle. In this moment I had to take a chance at building a relationship with her. If our cycle of not really having a mother/daughter relationship was ever going to change, it would have to start now.

“Mom, please don’t cry. I don’t mean to hurt you or cause you to tears. I know that you love me and want you to know that I love you.”

“Monica, I’m so sorry. I’ve built a life always being on the go… always doing many things at once. I’m making this promise to you right now. I’m going to take time, every week, to spend with you. My cell phone will be off. There won’t be any distractions. It’ll be just us.”

Then she started crying again. Her crying got me crying and I moved over to join her on her lounge chair. We both sat for some time on the balcony hugging each other and crying on each other’s shoulders.

Later that evening, rather than heading out anywhere, we called in our dinner orders to room service. Dinner was delivered about a half-an-hour later and Mom let me have wine too.

After dinner, mom started asking me about my plans for college. I stated that I wanted to get my general education courses done at the local community college and then transfer the credits over to the State University. I told her that I might be a ‘chip off the old block’ and that I was leaning towards getting a Bachelors of Science in Business/Communication. She was happy to hear that but warned me about the hours needed to run a business. I really didn’t need a reminder. I told her that I wanted to minor in web development. She said that if I could learn that quickly she might hire me to revamp her company web site. She also suggested that she has some entry level positions opening up and that she could hire me as an intern for additional college credit.

I asked her if that would create animosity in the work place. She said it might but that was for her to deal with. As long as I showed up on time and did my job properly I wouldn’t have anything to worry about.

She seemed impressed with the direction I was headed stating that many girls my age don’t have a clue about what they want to do.

“So, what about the boys? A good looking girl like you probably gets her pick of the crop.”

Oh crap, there it as, the question I was dreading. I got up to get the bottle of wine and re-filled her glass. Setting the wine bottle down, I took a seat next to her and said, “About the boys… I’m not sure that’s the right question. You don’t have to be alerted to anything. I’m not pregnant and I don’t have any diseases. Aside from fooling around here-and-there I haven’t really had sex. I’m a virgin… but here’s the thing, I honestly don’t think I’m in to guys. I think I’m a lesbian.”

She just sat and stared. She didn’t look mad, happy, angry, or anything. It was just a blank look.

“Mom, are you okay. Did you hear what I said?”

“I did honey, I just don’t know what to say…”

“You don’t really have to say anything. The odd part is that I’ve only fooled around with guys. I’ve never had the nerve to hit on a girl before. I just really don’t know what I am. Mom, are you mad?”

“No I’m not mad. I’m happy that you’re honest with me. I really don’t know what to think…

…If you’ve fooled around with guys but don’t really like it, then I guess you’re probably a lesbian. But if you haven’t fooled around with girls yet are you sure that you’re a lesbian?”

“Well Mom, that’s a big unknown. I’m not really sure. I know that when I watch love scenes in movies that I’m always attracted to, and more interested in watching, the girl. I’ve used some Frederick’s of Hollywood and Victoria’s Secret catalogs for masturbatory purposes. I even own a few girl-girl DVD’s.”

“Girl-girl DVD’s? Where did you get those from?”

“I got ’em from one of my ‘boyfriends.’ He was a total jerk. One day I was over at his house and he left his underwear drawer open. I saw a stack of DVD’s and girlie mag’s in there and swiped some of the DVD’s. It’s not like he could tell on me. What’s he going to say? ‘Monica swiped my pornos.’ Plus, who would he ask anyways? I thought it was a win-win situation. He broke up with me that night because I wouldn’t put out.”

“Do you really get turned on when watching the movies?”

“Yeah Mom, I do. I get this tingly feeling all over, especially when I…” Oh shit. I really screwed up now. I just blurted something out that was to remain a secret. In doing so, I opened Pandora’s Box.

“Especially when you what?” Mom asked.

I knew she would. I knew I had to think fast. She was intrigued and staring at me with an arched eyebrow. I had to answer something.

“Especially when I’m playing with soiled panties while masturbating.”

“Just what the hell do you mean by that? That’s got to be the dumbest thing I ever heard.”

Mom was going into the ‘usual’ mom mode where she acts like it’s her way or the highway. As if things she doesn’t understand are ‘dumb.’ I was lulled into the ‘new’ mom that was fun to hang out with. The ‘new’ mom that whisked me away to Miami. The ‘new’ mom that actually seemed interested in developing a relationship with me.

“Mom, you won’t understand. I’m sorry I said anything. It’s best that I just drop the ‘dumb’ subject anyways. You’re not going to listen or understand.”

She must have taken that to heart. She stopped mid sentence. It didn’t matter what she was saying anyways because I stopped paying attention. I’ve been in these situations before. She just talks at me and doesn’t let me get a word in, and then thinks we had a good ‘talk.’

In stopping her usual rant, she looked at me and said. “I want to know the full story. Don’t skip any details; I’ll know it when you are. What is your deal with soiled panties?”

“Mom, I can’t. You’re going to get mad at me and think I’m gross. Can we just let this go as if I didn’t mention anything?”

“No honey. Not on this topic. I need to know. My curiosity is piqued. I’ll go get us some new drinks. When I return you’ll start from the beginning.”

Shit, she was serious. What I had to tell her would shake her to her core.

She soon returned and handed me a glass of wine. She took a seat while sipping from her glass of wine and then asked me to take a seat as well. Then she looked at me, almost through me, and said “Okay, now talk.”

Instead of taking a sip from my glass of wine I took a gulp.

“Okay, my panty play started when I was 11 or 12. Whatever age you first had me doing our laundry. One day as I was sorting through you’re laundry hamper there was a white lace boy-short panty on top. Something was different about it. Besides being sexier than the usual panties that you wear they smelled really good. I brought the crotch of the panty to my nose and was hooked. Since that day I’ve smelled your dirty panties. I’ve also done the same thing with my dirty panties. I like the comparing myself to you. I’ve also stuck my tongue out and tasted the crotches of our dirty panties. I’ve also done this with your friends’ panties when I’m over at their houses cleaning. It’s the reason I volunteer my maid services to them, besides wanting to make an extra buck or two.”

“How dare you, you disgusting bitch? You’ve violated the privacy and honesty of…”

I cut her off, “I knew you would never understand and fly off the handle. This is why I can’t tell you anything. If I never told you, you would never have known and wouldn’t think of me as a bitch. Honestly Mom, you could be a bit of a bitch yourself. If you think I’m a dirty girl and want me out of your house I think I have enough cash saved up to get my own apartment and to pay for school.”

Mom said nothing.

“Look, it’s something that I really enjoy. I don’t think you should knock it ’til you try it. Having this fetish is why I think I’m a lesbian. No, it’s not why I’m a lesbian; it just confirms the fact that I am a lesbian. Playing with dirty panties while smelling and tasting them is a real turn on for me. I only hope to taste and smell a real pussy one day.”

Mom still said nothing

“And besides, I always do the laundry right away so that everything is cleaned up. Nobody would ever know anything. Since ignorance is bliss there was no harm and no fowl. I’ll go pack my things and find my own way home.”

She still said nothing, so I just stared at her.

“Did you hear me?” I asked.

Finally she broke the silence. “Wow, I had no idea. I can’t believe I became so mad right away. I am so sorry to have done that. You’re not a bitch; I am. I understand why you would want to keep that as your secret. As I was thinking quietly to myself about what you were saying I realized that I couldn’t be mad at you. It’s part of who you are. It’s part of your lesbian lifestyle. You really DO long to be with women and really don’t want to be with men. On a side note, I think you should experience a full sexual relationship with a man just to make sure. You might actually be bisexual instead of being a full lesbian.”

She continued, “I can’t see any harm that you are causing while you play with the dirty panties. I never knew, for all these years, and no harm came to me from it. If that’s your ‘thing’ then so be it. You can carry on with your little fetish. I WON’T tell my friends; they might not be as understanding as I am. I am so sorry I yelled at you; you didn’t deserve that. Will you accept my apology?”

I did. Finally, there was a comfortable pause in the conversation with Mom. The room seemed calm again.

Then Mom spoke again, “Honey, I’m going to tell you something now. College is where you’re going to find all the pus…” She started to say pussy but changer her wording. “College is where you’re going to find all the girls you can handle. When you do, just make sure that they are clean. I don’t want you picking up some diseases, okay.”

“Sure Mom, and thanks for being so understanding. But how are you so sure I’ll find these ‘girls’ in college?”

“Well, in college I once had a ‘thing’ with another girl. We became good friends. She was a lesbian and I was curious. One night when drinking we started making out with one-another. The kisses were good, so we continued the ‘friendship.’ A month-or-so later our kissing got heavier and she went down on me. I freaked out and hurt her so bad that she transferred to another University later that week. It was the closest I came to getting over my curiosity. It ruined a friendship and I never tried it again.”

“Oh my God, I’m so happy that you told me your story. I just wish it had a happy ending. It’s too bad you never tried it again.”

“Well, Monica, if I did try it again you might not have been born.”

“I guess that’s true, but have you ever wanted to try it again? I mean have you ever REALLY wanted to try it again? You never really had closure to your curiosity.”

She took a sip from her drink and said “I’m not sure. You’re right about one thing. I never did have closure. I’m not sure I want to try it again. I’ve never really thought about it.”

We talked into the night; it became late and we kissed each other ‘good night’ and went to bed.

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Her Knight in Shining Armor

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When my wife and I were much younger we took in a neighbor kid, seeing him through his last year of high school and tech school. That situation gave me the idea for this story, hopefully you’ll enjoy it.

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I didn’t much like where I was living, a two bedroom apartment with no garage area or storage, the only redeeming value is that it was on the first floor. I arrived in Kansas City two months ago, a 57 year old refrigeration journeyman taking a job with another commercial refrigeration company. I had worked for Andrews Refrigeration for 27 years, it wasn’t the company I wanted to get away from, it was all the memories of my failed marriage and loss of my closest sibling. I’d lost my wife to another, someone I didn’t have the equipment to compete with. A beautiful bronze skinned female doctor from Jamaica, who in time moved back to her native country taking Marion with her.

In the last year I had lost the other love of my life as well, my sister, younger than me by eleven months. Karen and I were so close in age and feature’s that folks thought we were fraternal twins. We were always together, even after we were married and had families. At family functions you would find us on the couch together, standing next to the other in the kitchen doing whatever, we were just always together, we always seemed to have something to talk about.

We were referred to as “the lovers” in a snickering sort of way, it came about when we were being sought for lunch on a family Sunday when mom blurted out, “oh, the lovers are sitting in the swing on the front porch”, there was much laughter and guffawing, but the supposed joke never ended. From that point on anytime one or both of us was being sought at a family gathering it was always the same. Where are the lovers?

My wife was a heavy drinker, something I chose to overlook before we married, and realized too late after we were together. She was a slobbering closet drunk, wine being her poison of choice. She also never learned to let go of her high school friends, so being out with them clubbing every few weeks wasn’t unusual. I admit I was blind to most of her loose behavior, but I think only because I foolishly chose to overlook it, hoping it would change on its own.

Karen’s husband was an over the road trucker gone most of the time. When she discovered there were two other women he was living with as wives she ended the marriage after 28 years together. A few weeks following my wife told me she was going to Jamaica with her lover, Karen and I leaned on one another even more. Had we paid closer attention to the signs that existed we may not have been so devastated, but we hadn’t and the hurt ensued.

The loss of our marriages was the impetus that brought us together again, Karen didn’t want to live alone but wasn’t ready to sell her house, we made a joint decision she should move in with me and rent her place. After all, who would question a brother and sister living with each other following divorces. What we hadn’t foreseen was becoming lovers after years of stuffing the urges to be intimate.

She and I always knew we loved the other, more than a simple sibling love, we also made damned sure we never gave into the urges neither of us ever voiced. Standing in the kitchen talking, sitting on the couch together, or on the front porch swing had to be enough, that’s just the way it had to be. That is, until we moved in together, both in our early fifties and both still in love with the other. It wasn’t one of those situations you read about where she suddenly had to have me, we ripped our clothes off and screwed all over the house for two days. Those stories for the most part are bullshit.

Ours started out very subtle and slow, we’d been referred to as “the lovers” for so long it had become a natural thing to hold hands if we were out together. Most of the folks in town knew us and didn’t refer to us as Ted and Karen, we were jokingly referred to as the lovers. Even old Sam Johnson at the hardware store would ask when we walked in together, “What can I get for you two lovers today?”

Therefore, it meant nothing to the towns people to see Karen and I walking around holding hands, or our arm around the others waist, it did however begin to make a difference for us. It was no longer simply grabbing her hand, or she mine, it had become the art of slipping my hand into hers or vise versa, the soft touch of our fingers intertwined, or my palm on the small of her back, the sweetness, the tenderness in our voices as we conversed. The feeling of being complete and relevant in this world when we were together, a preference to be with no other, we were all we needed.

Giving in to our sexual urges didn’t occur for months. We had always kissed hello and goodbye, nothing sensual, just a quick kiss, we did the same each morning and evening now that we were in the same household. Something else we’d done was develop a foolish back and forth in the morning. It all began one morning when things were not going right for Karen, I Gaziantep Eve Gelen Escort told her to have a crappy day, she instantly responded with enjoy your crummy job.

It was now a running joke that as I was leaving one would say ‘have a crappy day, followed by ‘enjoy your crummy job’ by the other, chuckles and another quick peck on the lips. That changed on the morning we kissed, literally kissed, not a peck, she pulled back, stroked the side of my face with the palm of her hand and told me to have a productive day and be safe. I’d hurt myself the day before changing out a compressor, telling her about it at supper, this was Karen’s way of telling me to not abandon her now that we were together again.

She normally left for work a half hour after I did and always finished dressing after I’d leave. She’d have on her terry cloth robe tied tightly shut, her face and hair would be ready, but she would wait to dress, making sure we had our oatmeal together before I left. I would wonder what she had on under that robe, was she in undies or as bare as the day she was born? As I was leaving she would stand on tip toes kissing me sweetly, patting my chest and telling me to have a crappy day.

Our morning kisses heated up over time. A day after I’d accidentally scratched the top of my head leaving a long scab in the middle of it she held me tight as we kissed goodbye, not releasing me. Looking into my eyes she half scolded as well as admonished,

“Teddy, you make sure you come home to me tonight … undamaged.”

Pushing me out the door she smiled and mouthed I love you. I know I made it to work that morning, but I certainly don’t remember driving there. My service manager asked if I needed to go home, when I asked why he told me because I sure wasn’t there. I cleared my head, picked up my first service call and hit the road. Karen would get home an hour or more before me so she typically had a meal ready when I walked in, if I was still running calls and knew I’d be late I would text her. Her response was always the same, “I’ll know you’re home when I see the whites of your eyes.” No pissin and moanin, no nasty attitude, just, I’ll see you when you get home.

As I walked in from the garage I didn’t smell supper, very unusual. I called out Karen’s name with no answer, her car was in the garage, wonder where she could be. Walking down the hall to my bedroom she exited hers looking like a million bucks, reaching for me for her kiss, then telling me to get cleaned up and ready, we’re going to dinner … and wear something nice. As she walked away I watched her ass twitch, making her skirt sway as she walked, I was sure she knew I was watching because she made it do more than normal. As the skirt swayed I could see enough upper leg to make me begin hardening.

Karen is an attractive woman, always has been, and is even more so in her older years. She stands five foot three, has a tiny waist and short torso, having never bore children her hips hadn’t widened much since high school. I thought her chest was perfect, I knew it was a 34B because I looked at her bra, she generally wore cotton bikini or boy shorts underwear, but I had also seen some shinier ones in the laundry, probably nylon or satin. In my estimation she was a complete package.

I showered, shaved, slapped on some British Sterling, her favorite cologne, a dress shirt, tie and dress slacks. When I walked into the dining room she gave me a wolf whistle and wiggled her eyebrows as she smiled. She stood and slowly spun around, looking wonderful in a flowing black skirt and bright white blouse with seamed nylons and three inch spiked heels. The most appealing part for me was the amount of skin showing, her skirt ended just below mid-thigh, the blouse was open enough to know she had cleavage without showing it.

When I asked what the occasion was and where we were going she told me it was Friday night, I was taking her to dinner at Texas Road House and then we were going dancing … finishing with she didn’t want to hear a negative word about it. Just get my scrawny ass in the truck and let’s go, she was hungry.

With a big grin on my face I extended my arm, she looped her hand through the crook of my elbow and away we went. Our waitress was Alice Simonson, when she saw who it was she used the normal greeting, “Hey, what you two love birds up to tonight?”

Karen told her supper and dancing. Sitting in the parking lot of the dance bar later on she scooted next to me.

“Teddy, I don’t want anyone else dancing with me … or you. I want you to make sure that doesn’t happen, okay? If they’re going to call us lovers, then I want you to treat me like I’m your lover. I don’t mean in a vulgar way, I mean in a protective way.”

I nodded, tilted her chin upward with my fingers and kissed her soft, slow, and tenderly. Our lips making a smacking noise as we parted.

“Do you mean like that Sis? I hope so because I could do that all night long.”

That evening was the most fun we’d had in months. We didn’t dance with others, although there was a guy at our table or trying to cut in most of the time. I loved how her skirt would billow slightly when she turned or spun around, at one point she spun hard enough I could see the top of her thigh highs, knowing what she’d done she instantly pushed her skirt down and giggled. The next number was slow, we didn’t bump or grind, but we also didn’t pull back. With her head resting on my chest she looked up at me with a grin, when I ask what the grin was about she giggled again and pulled back.

“I felt so naughty when my skirt went up, it made me feel sexy, how much did you see?”

“I love those red panties.”

“Oh my God, oh shit. If you saw them Ted, then so did others. Oh I’m so embarrassed.”

“No need to be embarrassed Karen, you’re with your lover, remember?”

Leaning her head against me again she sighed with a “yes I am.”

Though it was after 11 when we got home neither of us were ready for bed, after changing into something less constrictive than our evening clothes we settled on the couch. I was reading a book as she sat next to me, she reached up, closed my book and told me to hold her. As we settled in for a warm snuggle, she suddenly stood, walked to the wall and turned off the lamps, leaving the light on the microwave to softly barely break the darkness. As she sat, she grabbed my arm and put it around her shoulders.

It was minutes before we spoke, Karen’s voice sweetly permeated the dark.

“Ted, do you think about me during the day?”

“Sure I do, all day every day. I have since we were in high school. I make nearly every decision based on what I think you might want.”

Karen pushed herself so she was now facing me, looking at me intently and with what I thought was confusion. I wondered if I had been unwise in my choice of words until she touched my face and asked.

“Have you ever wanted to kiss me? I ask because I’ve wanted to kiss you for years, even before our divorces. This might sound wrong Teddy, but we’ve been called lovers for so many years I’ve often wondered why we aren’t.”

The cat was out of the box, the question now became, do we try putting the cat back in the box, or leave it out and deal with it? The answer was mutual and instant, we leaned toward each other and kissed, not a brother/sister kiss, a lover’s kiss. We spent the next twenty minutes each exploring the body we’d desired to touch for decades but always avoided it. With our sweats on the floor Karen was now in cute red with little white polka dot panties and no bra, while I sat next to her with a raging hardon.

With her arms around my neck she asked in between kisses, “Teddy, which room will be ours from now on? Yours has the attached bath, lets sleep there.”

I picked her up, carried her to my room, lay her down, hooked my thumbs in her panties as she lifted up and I slithered them down her legs, a soft mound of hair greeted me. Laying in just her thigh highs I damn near jumped her then and there. She in turn pulled my underwear out so my dick wouldn’t be caught on the elastic and pulled them to my ankles. In the shadows of night we spent time playing orally, she having a long much needed orgasm, followed by her sucking me long enough to want to bury it in her wet pussy. It wasn’t frantic or hurried, in fact we had to stop for a moment and let her deal with a charlie horse in her right leg, our love making was just that, making love.

I remember glancing at the clock as I climbed into her saddle, she had cum first and when I unloaded I noticed we’d been making love almost fifteen minutes. I’ve read accounts where men say they went for hours, I don’t know how, but maybe it’s just me. Laying in the dark she said it felt good to be my lover, I shared the sentiment as we drifted into slumber. For the next three years we lived as lovers, only sleeping in separate rooms if any of my kids came to visit. A brain aneurism took her from me, and I found myself alone again.

More than one evening I sat in the darkness of my patio wondering why we had waited so long to show our true affection. I suppose the issue of incest weighed on our minds even though we never spoke of it. We had been teased and chided as “lovers” for so many years, it was actually only a matter of time before we were. As I reflected on where our lives ended up, I had no regrets having my sister as my lover, but it was time to move on, I couldn’t grieve forever.

My kids were grown, married and living in different parts of the world. I was 56 years old still running service calls, pulling standby a week at a time every 8 weeks, changing ten and twenty horse compressors with the help of an inexperienced apprentice, and as I looked around, I noticed there were fewer and fewer younger guys entering the trade. The average age of a commercial refrigeration journeyman in our area was 41, it became apparent to me that with very few younger men coming behind I’d still be running calls and humping compressors by myself until the day I retired.

There was no reason for me to stay in the Milwaukee area, or remain in cold weather, I began looking for a service manager position in a warmer climate. Answering an ad for a service manager brought me to a commercial company in Kansas City, Kansas. Their present service manager was retiring in May, which would give me six months to know the servicemen, the customer base, the way the company ran its business and most importantly … them to know me. Commercial refrigeration companies are quite different than appliance stores that work on domestic units, our customer base is grocery stores and other commercial refrigeration.

You may ask why I’m in a crappy apartment, the answer is that I bought a house from a young couple with kids in school. For reducing the price, I agreed to allow them to reside there renting from me until school was done the last week of May. My lawyer required them to put $5000 in escrow to make sure I wasn’t left with damaged property and no recourse. I didn’t want to think that could happen, but who knows anymore in this crazy world. I could move in anytime after June first, my lease on this dump was over on June 15, that would afford me two weeks to move my stuff out of storage and into the house.

Kansas City cold in December isn’t like Wisconsin cold in December, but with the constant wind and higher humidity it’s still damned chilly even with the sun shining. It was the Friday two weeks before Christmas as I parked my service van and trudged down the hall to my apartment, groceries in hand. My mind traveled back to the Christmas before Karen’s death, she and I had the interior and exterior of the house decorated … in this apartment, I had nothing. The eightplex was laid out in a fashion of four upper and four lower, a hallway down the middle, two apartments on each side. I happened to live in a rear unit.

Though I’d been there a few months I didn’t really know anyone, which didn’t bother me at all. I’d met the mother and daughter across the hall, the mother a drunk and crack whore, the daughter trying her best to get through her final year of high school and leave. These few things I’d learned from the gossiping lady upstairs in the laundry room and having talked with the girl a time or two in the hall. Sitting on the floor across from my door was Tina, crying and hanging onto a back pack with clothes hanging out.

I squatted to be at eye level, “Hey kid, what’s wrong, why are you crying?”

“My mom’s gone, this was sitting in the hallway when I got home from school. The note said I’m 18 now so I’m on my own, the super said she left with some guy this morning, I don’t know what to do.”

“Do you have family nearby?”

“No, I don’t have anyone around here.”

I stood, unlocked the door and told her to come in. She looked at me frightened.

“It’s okay Tina, I’m not going to rape you. Let’s get you warmed up and some food in your tummy, then we’ll figure it out. Okay?”

I’d picked up a rotisserie chicken on the way home and had plenty of salad makings, between the two we filled our tummy’s sufficiently. When I asked her about other family she told me she was born in El Paso which legally made her a US citizen, but her mother had been sent back to Guatemala shortly after her birth for drug trafficking, she had somehow made it across the border again years later. Tina had been in the foster care system until her mother reappeared three years ago. Now she had no one and nowhere to go.

It was certainly risky, I didn’t know her from Adam, but I took a chance telling her she could stay at my place if need be. I certainly didn’t want to see her on the streets at the mercy of pimps and street thugs. I asked her to let me show her around before she decided. I had two bedrooms, one with an attached half bath where I was sleeping and the spare room which was basically bare. She could have the spare room, we’d need to share the hall bath for showers, otherwise it would be considered her space. Still looking scared I told her I’d install a lock on her bedroom door if it made her feel more comfortable.

Still looking fearful she asked, “I don’t even know your name, and how would I pay you rent?”

“Name is a simple one, Ted Engler, and I don’t want anything for rent. You can stay here rent free if you do one thing, finish school and get your diploma.”

With tears in her eyes she asked point blank. “So, once I’m moved in are you gonna make me fuck you or you’ll throw me out?”

“Tina why do you talk like that? Pretty girls don’t need to be vulgar to make their point. To answer your question, no, I won’t be demanding anything sexual from you. Like I said, you’re welcome if you stay in school and keep your nose clean, if I find you down on the corners buying or selling, we’re done. Fair enough?”

“Fair enough.”

“Okay, you need something to sleep on, Furniture World is open until nine, we have just enough time to get there and buy a bed. Wally world is open until 11, we’ll grab some sheets and blankets, I have an extra pillow. Are all of your belongings in that backpack?” She nodded yes.

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My First… Turned Me Fabulous!

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I’m lying in the bed of a man who picked me up outside a gay bar a few hours ago, listening to the sounds of his gentle, contented sleep. Contented from my having given him delicious head, contented from having fucked me with my stockinged legs wrapped around his shoulders. I’m lying here, looking at the trail of clothing that marks our evening: my strap-y heels, an exquisitely hand-painted silk scarf and tube mini-skirt just inside his front door, my bangles, earrings and necklace at the far end of the bed and next to me a little camisole top and a gorgeous leather bag with its usual date-night collection of lotions, condoms, spare undies and makeup.

I know I’ll have to get up, skip into my panties and top and go to his bathroom where I’ll put myself together, but before then I will continue to lie here, grateful for the sensation of fullness that lingers for hours after a man has pulled out of me and about the memories of this evening, of our passionate kisses, his sucking on my earlobes and nipples, of my exploring his cock with my lips and my tongue, about how i love the smell of the man on my face and neck, and about his taste.

And lastly, I will think about the fact that it’s only Tuesday evening, and that there’s a whole week’s worth of men I’ve yet to meet who will want me as their sissy cum slut!

I wasn’t always like this. In fact, it was only a few years ago that the world knew me as a somewhat unremarkable guy, a hard-working, mid-30s, professional who kept pretty much to himself but who, everyone agreed, was a good guy to have as a friend. Kind, considerate, responsible. Of course, what no-one back then knew was I’d long had had a nagging question in the back of my mind on what it would be like to be in bed with another man.

I considered it a fairly simple wish; a single night of sex with another man just to say I’d “tried it.”

Like most guys of my generation and background, I’d had my share of exposure to gay sensuality. There was an old roommate who once insisted on taking me gay bar-hopping, getting me kinda drunk along the way, and launching into some pretty sloppy and wet making-out in the front seat of his car. There was the guy I met on a hiking trip who found his way into my tent one evening to give me a hand job. And a drinking buddy who an annoying habit of giving long on-the-edge-of-passionate goodnight ‘hugs’ and who finally kissed my ear and asked Gaziantep Olgun Escort if I wanted more. I had always declined to reciprocate because, I told myself, it wasn’t who I was. I had girlfriends, some platonic some not, and while I could never have been considered movie-star material, I was content in my modest sex life.

Years passed, my career seemed to progress nicely enough – I still had girlfriends but to the ongoing amusement of friends and colleagues, I had yet to meet “the one. And always, in the back of my mind, sat the “what would it be like” question. Society’s openness to accepting being gay had advanced dramatically over the last decade and it became clear to me that it was finally time I did my touristic excursion into an evening of gay sex. One of the alternative newspapers in San Francisco gave me a wealth of options as I cruised through the M4M personal ads. I came across one from a “caring and supportive gentleman” – Brian was his name – “who loves to take men on their maiden voyage.”

We met at his house in a kinda posh area in Marin County, had some awkward small talk in his living room and at a point when he must have thought I was ready, led me by the hand to his backyard studio that had little more than a futon, a bed-side table with a hand-pump jar of lubricant and a tasteful little bowl of different packaged condoms.

The moment we started kissing I knew something was just very ‘right’ about this, this moment, this decision. Without thinking, I found myself un-self-consciously stripping off my T-Shirt, my jeans, and my boxers – and in doing so developed – to my surprise and undoubtedly his pleasure – a lovely hard-on. We stood there, him fully clothed and me naked, embracing, kissing, fondling. When he took me into his bed where I undressed him and found myself almost immediately sliding down to between his thighs where I began kissing. The kissing moved up. And up. And soon I was licking his shaved balls, completely comfortable with something I had never done. And then, I started on his cock. I loved every aspect of it, its smoothness, the softness of the skin and the hardness of the shaft, the cute head and the oh-so-sensitive spot just at the base of it, it’s musky sweetness. I loved how he responded and I was utterly thrilled that I was the source of that erotic pleasure.

I remember reaching around and massaging Brian’s ass, and looking up into his eyes. He smiled down at me and uttered something that will stay with me forever; “Oh you ARE a natural cocksucker aren’t you? You will soon LOVE thinking of yourself as submissive sissy… trust me!” And I found myself, in a soft almost feminine voice that came from .. who knows where? .. saying “ohhhh darling, yesss…yesss…yesss!”

We spent the next hour or so as I learned the mechanics of gay sex, but more importantly, learning something about my very essence. I went home that evening and fought back waves of emotions. What had I done? What just happened to me? What was I feeling? Was it real? Was this the real me? And maybe most tellingly, how could I put this behind me and return to my normal life? My goal, my simple wish, had been fulfilled. It was time to move on.

Two days later I got a call from Brian and he coyly asked if I would like to come by to get either trimmed or shaved ‘down there’ because “you know, it is SUCH a sexy thing for a sissy cocksucker to be totally smooth” There is was again, a reminder of how he saw me, a sissy cocksucker. The memories of those hours in his studio along with the sound of his marvelous voice made me melt and I said I could be there early that evening. I rationalized the visit that evening with him as a final gay encounter, that I would thank him for his kindness, his patience, and his gentleness.

He met me at the door wearing knit boxers that covered everything – but hid nothing, holding a glass of wine to invite me in. We embraced, kissed, he played with my nipples and rubbed me through the front of my jeans. We drank more, embraced more, and as I got increasingly horny he said “well, time for what you came for.”

Back to the studio and he took out an electric razor and started on .. my legs!

“Wait.” I cried, “I thought we were talking, you know, crotch!” He laughed and reminded me that such “gifted cocksuckers are smooth everywhere, except…” and again words that will stay with me forever – “except maybe in a little tuft of pussy fur that you’ll use to turn men.” His words flowed through me like nothing I’d never known. I was his. For Brian, my darling sexy Brian with his full lips, his firm body, his beautiful cock, I’d do anything and he could do anything to me. A half hour later I looked into a full-length mirror to see a reflection of myself with hair in precisely two spots: atop my head and within an impossibly tiny triangle surrounding my cock. It was, I was … lovely.

Over the next several months I would go back to his place at least twice weekly. For sex with him, for 3-ways, and for enjoying porn together on his huge screen TV as we masturbated each other, He was a loving and patient teacher and I began to realize how much of a willing and receptive submissive I was turning into.

We started branching out. He and I started going to gay saunas and baths, we went to sex clubs, i would don corsets and bustiers to go to fetish and fantasy dungeons, we went to costume parties, and private gatherings.

And my changes were dramatic. I was turning into an utterly fabulous queer. I started growing out my hair and going to salons for coloring and styling; i shaped my eyebrows and got full body waxes, I became skilled at makeup and my wardrobe evolved to something in between Forever 21 and Victoria’s Secret. I had become an unmistakable femmy slut. Brian loved it. I loved it. As did many – many – men.

The point of all of this is all began with a simple wish. I wanted to see what a gay encounter felt like. It was to be a one-time visit to another way of being. In fact, as I later realised, my encounter with Brian was like having a switch flipped. A switch I’d never known about but nevertheless, a switch once toggled that could never go back to where it started from.

I have become a new person. A better person. I take pride in my feminine attributes and mannerisms, I love being pretty, I love feeling the kind of power I have over men with my sensuality and I love – no – I live for – the pleasures a man can give me. I’ve begun full body electrolysis and just in case anyone doesn’t see me as the sissy I am, I’ve had large areola tattooed over my nipples and on my upper right thigh, the tattoo of a fabulous wedding garter. My unremarkable male persona is gone forever; I wake up thinking of cock, I stare at men’s bodies throughout the day and am shamelessly flirt-y whenever I can, and in the evenings i dress up in anticipation of the unbelievably satisfying eroticism of having a man who will fill my boi pussy.

My advice to all you bi- or gay-curious darlings Out There who might be thinking of the briefest of visits to ‘the other side?’ Be careful what you wish for. I’m not saying it won’t be for the best, but, be prepared for the possibility of a one-way trip to become someone very, very different.

-from one who knows, long kisses and fondles .. Janine in San Francisco.

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My First Time Sucking Cock

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OK, first a little detail about myself and my girlfriend. I am a 5’10” 25 year old guy with an athletic body build. I am very confident in my looks. I am mixed so I have a caramel skin color, and I love the attention I get. My girlfriend, Alexis, is a 5’4″ 22 year old beauty. She also gets a lot of attention. She has pale white skin, bright green eyes and long dark brown hair. She can hold her own in any bar/club that we go to with her 34 C chest and 20″ waist. She can hold my attention for days. 🙂

Anyway, one night after making love I professed my fantasy of sucking a cock while she either watched or joined in. I’ve thought about it plenty of times while we fucked but have been too embarrassed to reveal that fantasy to her just yet. and she had been reluctant to let me try it. But finally after well spent time trying to coerce her into it, she said yes. I was ecstatic!

Some time had passed while we searched for someone who we deemed suitable to join us. First, we both had to think he was handsome, and secondly and most importantly, he had to have a long, thick cock. (If I’m going to do something, I’m going to do it right.)

Finally after 2 months of searching, we found someone more than suitable for the job. His name was Joseph, and he was 5’11” with an athletic build, slightly wider than myself. He was blonde with deep green eyes. I thought he was magnificent. Then, he pulled down his loose fitting pants. He must have been 8″ flaccid! My mouth was watering, my dick itself was envious, being 8″ but only while fully erect on a good day. Despite the envy, it found its way up anyway. I looked at my girlfriend, and she looked back at me, smiling. I had noticed her hand Gaziantep Genç Escort going to a place where it usually never goes in front of company. We were both excited and couldn’t wait to get started with him. However, he had to leave to get to a manager’s meeting at his job. So we were left with blue balls and disappointed. But he did reschedule with us later that week. Alexis and I had the best sex that night that we’ve had in months. She even let me do some things that she never has before.

Saturday rolled around before we knew it, and there came a light knock at the door. Alexis opened it wearing nothing but a short robe that barely covered her chest, and went down to her high upper thighs. you could see her pussy barely poking through. (We had planned receiving him like this.) She greeted him with a deep kiss, and undid his belt and reached down his pants, clearly gripping his member. Now, normally I would have been pissed, but given the circumstances, I was quite aroused.

We never made it to the bedroom. We immediately got into it on the floor in the front room. Alexis sat on the couch, arched her back, placing her pussy in clear view of Joseph. I undid his pants and started to lightly stroke his cock, kissing it and licking it. I played with his balls as well, I knew I liked it so he could too. “Quit being a bitch and just suck it already.” Alexis said playfully from behind me. And with that little bit of encouragement, I took the head into my mouth and started sucking. I remember that it was better than I had imagined. The thrill of having someone watch me suck another man’s cock was just awesome.

I started to deep throat him, I had no gag reflex this night and I don’t know why, but I wasn’t questioning it. At this time, Joseph was swelled up to approx. 9 1/2 inches. I got as far down the shaft as I could. I remember my nose was almost touching his shaved pubic region. I was proud of myself. Alexis was continuing with her commentary from the couch. “Oh you like the taste of it, don’t you, bitch.” “Give him some more Joseph.” I was surprised by this, she had never talked like this to me before, but I was enjoying every second.

I reached up and started playing with his balls. and I hear him moan. Again, I was proud that is could make a man moan my first time giving him head. Alexis came down and laid next to us and started stroking me. I reached down with my free hand and started playing with her tits as she fingered herself. Then moved m other hand from his sack to his shaft and started jerking as I sucked him off. Alexis is moaning, Joseph is moaning, and I’m gagging myself on his hard cock. We are all having the best possible time. Then I feel Joseph start to tense up, and I knew he was about to cum. I started to pull off and just jerk him so he could cum on my face and chest, but Alexis put her hand on the back of my head and pushed it into his cock. I closed my eyes, I could feel his hot cum fill up inside my mouth and run down my throat. It was better than I expected! He just kept cumming and cumming. I felt some drip out of my mouth and onto my chest. I swallowed the rest before I pulled off his cock.

Joseph sat down and Alexis stood up. She pushed me onto my back and straddled me. She carefully placed my cock inside her dripping wet pussy. She started off slow grinding into me, gradually getting faster and faster. Joseph stood back up and walked over to us. His cock fully erect and ready to go for round two. Alexis grabbed his member and pulled him to her, taking his full cock into her mouth while riding on me. I couldn’t let her do all the work, so I pushed her up slightly so that I could get some momentum going. Using my legs, I thrust myself into her as hard and as fast as I could repeatedly. she was moaning loudly, yet muffled by his cock.

I picked her up and bent over the back of the couch, again, thrusting into her and Joseph came behind me and grabbed my ass. I could feel his stiff cock pressing against my ass. At this point, I’m ready for anything. I pushed my ass into him and that was all the invitation he needed. He slid into me like a professional. Yes it hurt, but I didn’t care. Just as fast as i’m thrusting into Alexis, he is thrusting into me. I grab Alexis by the hair, pulling her up and seeing her tits bounce around was all I needed. I had to stop or I was going to cum. I pull out and slide my member onto her back as she stood leaned over squirting between her legs. Joseph was moaning loudly and I could feel him shaking and tensing up inside of me. He came inside me again. I could feel his cum pool up inside my ass, it was amazing. He pulled out and I could feel it just drip out and run down the inside of my leg. I stepped back and Alexis instinctively got onto her knees and started jerking and sucking me. Joseph came up and to my left and I grabbed his cock and started jerking him. I came inside Alexis’ mouth and at the same time Joseph came again all over her face.

Since then, Joseph has come back to spend the evening with us multiple times. And every time we both enjoy it. He even brings a girlfriend every now and then too. But that’s a story for another time.

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Helping Ms. Miller

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The hard wrap on my door surprised me. I had been sitting in the living room of the large house I lived in by myself working on a paper when I heard the sound from the front door. To understand my situation, you have to know the circumstances. I was in my third year of college, studying economics. My family had come to own a 3 bedroom home on the outskirts of the town that I went to school in, and I was the sole occupant.

Through a series of events too lengthy to explain here, suffice it to say that my parents and I knew several of the other homeowners on the street that ran down the side of our home. There was the Cravens, an elderly couple that had spent made their money in the insurance business and lived next door. Then there were the Johnsons who lived across the street.

But the face that I found on the opposite side of the oak door, after crossing the foyer, was Ms. Miller. Beth Miller had moved into the neighborhood about the same time I had. A widower in her late 40’s, my father and I had assisted her in carrying heavy furniture into her spacious home.

Over the course of the first 6 months, we had extended dinner invitations to each other on a regular basis. I never missed a chance to see Beth, as I found her middle age body to be captivating. She stood 5’11, had brown hair that fell past her shoulders and deep blue eyes, and bronze skin that stayed dark through regular trips to the tanning bed. A flat stomach from daily workouts at the gym, she had perfect curves that developed into a well-rounded ass. And to top it all off, a large pair of breasts that were surprisingly firm for her age.

She was standing on the stoop in a pair of sweatpants and baggy t-shirt that, to my dismay, hid her amazing body.

” Ms Miller. This is a surprise. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I was just wondering if you could help me. I’ve got some furniture to move around, and I was hoping that you could do some of the heavy lifting.”

“I’d be glad too. I have some work to finish, but I could drop by later on this evening.”

“You’re doing schoolwork on a Friday evening? I would have thought that a young man like you would be off to rendezvous with a lucky young lady.”

I laughed, as she knew full well that I was currently out of a relationship. “Consider it a testament to my pitiful life. Would 9 be ok?”

“That would be perfect. I’ll see you this evening.”

Normally I would have held the door open a bit longer, hoping to catch a glimpse of her sumptuous ass swaying as she walked across the street. Knowing that I would be hard pressed to get such a view with what she was wearing, I closed and locked the door.

After I had hastily eaten some leftover chicken salad and chased it with a pint of lager poured from a bottle, I pulled an old gray t-shirt over my jeans and headed down the street. Walking under the streetlight, I headed up the walk and reached for the familiar doorknocker. I swung it against the wood door several times, then turned and looked down the street while I waited.

I heard the door open behind me after several moments, and spoke as I turned.

“Sorry I’m a little late, I…”

I stopped as I turned, and swallowed hard. The woman I had imagined naked so many times was standing before me, wearing nothing but a men’s dress shirt. I immediately recognized the shirt as my own. My washing machine had been broken several weeks before, and I had used her machine to do some laundry. My shirt must have been left behind…unless she had hidden it from me.

“I, uh…got caught up in my paper. Is this a bad time?”

“No, you didn’t interrupt anything. Why don’t you come inside?”

I followed her inside, and shut the door behind me. The only light in the house was coming from what I knew Gaziantep Escort Numaraları to be the living room. As I stepped over the threshold, I saw her pouring a glass of wine at a roll top desk that served as a bar.

“Would you like a drink? If our little dinner parties have committed themselves correctly to my memory, you prefer Jim Beam on the rocks.”

She poured my drink without waiting for a response, and walked barefoot across the room to push it into my hand.

“What uh…what did you need me to move? Is it in the bedroom?”

“You could say that. Why don’t you sit down, and I’ll explain.”

I followed her to the couch, and we both sat down. She placed her hand on my knee, and took a sip of wine before beginning.

“As I’ve told you before, my husband died 8 years ago. It was a hard time for me. I didn’t really have anyone to fall back on. Neither of us had any family left, and he had gone before we had any children. I finally made peace with my situation, and as you know eventually moved here. Since Richard has been gone, I’ve become fairly good at providing for myself. He left me a rather nice bank account, so I’ve never had to work. But I’ve adapted to single life, though there’s just one thing that I can’t seem to be able to do for myself.”

I took a large sip of the bourbon in my glass, and swallowed the burning liquid as she continued.

“I’ve thought a lot about this, and as we’ve gotten to know each other so well I thought you would be able to help me. I need a man in my life to help me with those certain feelings that single women often get. Jake, what I’m trying to say is that I want you…no, I need you…to help me put passion back into my life.”

I took another long swallow of bourbon, still trying to comprehend what I was hearing. This woman wanted me to fuck her. I had imagined this moment many times before, but the fact that it was actually happening had me tongue-tied.

“Will you please help me?”

I thought long and hard before finally answering her.

“Ok.”

She smiled and drained her glass. I felt her hand moving from my knee, sliding up the rough fabric of my jeans to my thigh. As she set the glass down on the table, I drained the last of the smooth concoction in my glass and placed it gently on the glass tabletop. Her hand reached up to my forehead, pulling a renegade strand of hair back.

“You seem nervous. Nothing’s wrong, is it?”

“No, it’s just that I’m a little surprised. I never really thought this would happen.”

“Well it is happening. Just relax.”

She leaned over towards me, and turned my head to face her. She softly planted her lips to mine, and before I knew what was happening our tongues were probing together. Her hand continued roaming, and began rubbing my crotch through my jeans. I wrapped my hands around her, and they settled together in her lower back. I detected the scent of her shampoo on her hair, some sort of citrus aroma.

We continued kissing, and she softly squeezed me through my pants. Finally, she broke our kiss and licked her lips.

“Why don’t we move to the bedroom? I think we’ll be more comfortable in there.”

Standing up, she strode through the room and stopped at the doorway to her chambers, turning to smile at me before disappearing inside. As I entered the dimly lit room, she had her back to me. I noticed that her hands were in front of her. I watched as the edges of the shirt fell free, and the only covering she had on dropped to the floor. She turned to look at me, and I had to catch my breath. I could finally see her large, firm breasts and the thin strip of brown hair that ended in her pussy.

“Well don’t just stand there. Why don’t you join me over here?”

I walked across to meet her, and as our bodies neared together her hands reached down and lifted the hem of my shirt. I helped her remove it, lifting the fabric over my head and dropping it to the floor. She ran her hands down my chest, lightly grazing my nipples with her fingers. Hooking her hands in my belt, she pulled me back to the foot of the bed. She sat down, and began unbuckling my belt. My jeans fell free, and I stepped out of them.

“Let’s see what we have here.”

She pulled down my boxers, and my swollen erection sprung free. As it hung in the air, she lightly wrapper her hand around it.

“I think this is just what I need.”

She squeezed me softly before releasing her grip and using her elbows to crawl back onto the bed. I kneeled down on the edge, and fell down beside her. We continued kissing, and feeling each other’s naked flesh. My hands found her large tits, and I palmed them. I had always been a fan of large breasts. I loved to massage them, pinch the nipples between my fingers, and run my tongue across them.

Breaking our kiss, I lowered my head and pulled one of her dark nipples into my mouth. I ran my tongue over the hard nub, flicking it over the protrusion before tracing circles around it. She sighed under my touch, and I felt her hand running through my brown hair. Urging me to continue, I slowly tortured her nerves by massaging her tits with my hand and tongue. Her breathing quickened, causing her orbs to rise and fall under my hands.

Finally, she pulled away from me and sat up. Kneeling next to me she gently stroked my hard shaft, a sticky drop of precum leaking out onto her hand.

“Mmmm. Just thinking about your young, thick cock makes me all wet. I want to feel you in my mouth.”

I rolled onto my back as she moved down the bed, kneeling between my outstretched legs. Pushing the hair out of her face, she lowered herself down and inhaled the head of my cock. I sighed as I felt her warm mouth enveloping me, her tongue flicking the tip and moving around the spongy knob. She began to take more and more of me, her throat relaxing until all 8 inches of my shaft was buried between her plump lips.

As I pressed my head into the pillow and groaned, a million thoughts were filling my mind. Was this wrong? No, it couldn’t be. Something that felt this good couldn’t be wrong.

I pulled her into my arms, our legs intertwining and her breasts pushing into my chest. I was in pure heaven. Both of us needed the other to satisfy hormonal urges: mine being those that typically accompanied young men, hers being that of a beautiful woman that needed to feel as sexy as she was.

We lay like this for what seemed like hours, though in reality it was only ten minutes or so. At some point, her hand had eased between my legs and was cupping my flaccid cock and balls. I began to swell in her hand until her fingers were wrapped around my entire hard length. Without thinking, I tried to lift my hips and fuck her hand. She quickly released me, and pushed me on the chest.

“Not so fast, stud. I’ve got something better than a hand for you to push that thing into.”

I sat up, and she rolled onto her back. Even though I had fucked my share of girls my own age in the past, none of them had looked as good before me. Her tan skin was smooth and full, her flat stomach leading down to her dark pussy and wet lips.

“I want to watch you fuck me”, she whispered softly.

I leaned forward, and kissed her softly on the throat. Continuing down as I shifted to kneel over her, I trailed kisses between her luscious tits and down her stomach. Lying down on top of her and supporting myself with one hand, I stroked my hard cock with the other. Leaning forward, I slowly parted her lips with the head and rubbed it up and down. She begged me to continue, her head sinking into a pillow.

“Please, please baby. I need to feel you inside of me so bad.”

She hissed as I pushed my entire length into her, stretching her neglected walls with my hard rod. Moaning, she wrapped her arms around my neck and dug her heels into my ass. As I balanced on my elbows, our eyes locked on each other’s, I began slowly dragging my cock out of her before pushing it back in. With each thrust, she pulled me into her with her feet.

“Mmm. That feels so good. Shove that young, hard cock into my tight pussy.”

The king sized bed began to rock as I fucked her, occasionally bumping into the wall behind the headboard. My shaft drug against her walls as I plunged into her, driving my cock into her cunt as fast as I was able to. Under normal circumstances I would have taken things much slower, and softly teased her senses as I methodically made love to her.

But these were not normal circumstances. Both of us were desperately in need of each other, and any thoughts of slow lovemaking would have to wait. She simply needed me to fuck her like an animal. So I did just that, with her pulling me deep into her folds as I thrust. As my balls slapped against her skin, I willed every drop of spare blood into my swollen cock.

She began moaning and gasping with each deep plunge. In between these, she managed to piece together a few words.

“Uhh. Oh, Jake, I love the way you fuck me. Please, please make me cum. I’m almost there.”

Suddenly, her bottled up emotions were let free. She screamed, her eyes leaving mine for the first time. Her hands fell down to pull the sheets into tight fists as she came, orgasm after orgasm rushing through her body as I continued to fuck her. Finally, her tight walls clenching around my shaft pushed me over the edge. I began grunting, and finally buried myself in her one last time.

My cock exploded, and waves of my hot cum coated her walls. Pushing myself up with my feet, I shoved my cock as far into her as I could as I continued to cum inside of her waiting pussy. When I knew that I couldn’t cum anymore, I slid my cock out of her and fell down onto the bed. Our bodies glistened with sweat as we shook off our respective orgasms, and I didn’t even have the energy to look over at her.

Finally, when I regained my composure, I realized that neither of us had said anything. I realized that she was probably deep in thought. Swinging my legs out of the bed, I walked into the living room and retrieved our glasses from the table. I refilled them, hers with red wine and mine with a double of Jim Beam. Making my way back into the bedroom, I crawled back next to her and pressed the glass into her waiting hand. We sat with our backs against the headboard, her head on my shoulder. Finally, she broke the silence.

“I don’t know how to thank you. Tonight was amazing.”

I stared ahead and sipped my drink, gently rubbing her shoulder with my free hand. I knew that she would want me to stay with her through the night, but I had neglected to properly lock my house and still had a few things to attend to. She must have sensed that I was wrestling with the question of whether to stay or to go.

“Can you stay?”

I sighed. “I’d like to, but I need to get back.”

“I understand. I hope that this won’t just be a one-night thing.”

I had wondered whether or not we would spend another night like this one, wrestling under the sheets as our bodies fused together in heated passion.

“I should probably get going.”

I climbed out of the bed, and began putting my clothes back on. When I was wearing everything that I had worn in, I made my way to the edge of the bed. Taking her head between my hands, I guided her mouth to mine and slid my tongue between her lips. Without saying another word, I headed out the door and down the street to my house.

To be continued…

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Her Heels Are Her Weapon

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I had always desired her, wanted her, she had been the woman of my dreams, my fantasy goddess; I had finally screwed up the courage to ask her out on a date, and the memory of her cold, cutting rejection had stayed with me for the two years. The look on her face, the humiliating sneer of contempt on her glossy red lips as she spun on one six inch heel and stalked out of my office had stayed in my mind every day since. I remembered the sound of those heels clicking on the floor as she stalked away, and I had vowed to pay her back!

Reality hadn’t come close to my fantasy revenge, as I struggled on with my job she had climbed the promotion ladder effortlessly, slipping into the Managing Director role earlier in the month. I suffered the agony of seeing her in the office almost every day, she looked sexy and desirable and so far beyond my reach now that I found myself thinking about her every night, hating her but wanting to have her. Realising that if I didn’t do something soon I was likely to go crazy with frustrated need I began to hunt through the old email backups, looking for anything I could find which would allow me an advantage, a weapon that would give me the power to coerce her into giving me what I had wanted for so long.

This was the day I had waited for, I had found an email in which she had blackmailed the old MD into resigning and giving her the job after she had seduced him and threatened to expose his infidelity to his wife and family. I knew she was ambitious and power hungry but I hadn’t expected to uncover anything quite so cold and calculated. So in addition to payback for rejecting me in such a humiliating fashion I also wanted to punish her for what she had done to get the MD job, I had no other proof but I was sure she had used similar techniques for many of her other promotions.

I had a hard copy printout on my desk as I called her office and asked for a meeting with her at the end of the day, when she started to cut me off I played my trump card, faced with my evidence she had given in and agreed to see me.

I knocked on her office door and went in, she was sitting behind her desk looking stunning, glossy red lips and a tight satin blouse which struggled to contain her heavy breasts, excited by the prospect of getting my revenge on this bitch my cock started to harden at the Gaziantep Escort Numaraları sight of her. I sat down and pushed the print out across her desk.

“I think you should read this Linda and I’m sure you’ll understand the position this puts you in”. I watched as she scanned it quickly and then looked back at me. She raised one sculpted eyebrow at me, “So what exactly did you want to talk about David? This? I have no idea what this is or where it came from”

I cut her short, “I have the original here on the backup tape, you can’t wriggle out of this, not this time”, I took the tape out of my pocket, she looked at the printout again, then looked coldly back at me, “Ok, what exactly do you want?” she asked.

“I asked you out, you said no”

“Of course I did, there was no way I was going to go out with a date with the likes of you!”

“I could have accepted that Linda, but you couldn’t just say no could you, you had to humiliate me, hurt me, you’re one hell of cold bitch and now it’s time to pay the price!”

“As I said” she replied, “what exactly do you want?”

I stood up, walked back and locked the office door, when I turned back towards her she was already coming round the desk, protesting; as I held up one hand to stop her I couldn’t take my eyes off her, she was so sexy and desirable with towering heels and a desperately tight pencil skirt. I explained the terms of the deal, ” I want to fuck you, I had asked you out on a date but it’s too late for that now, I want to fuck you here in your office, I want to screw you as you’re bent over your desk”

I think she believed that even at this stage she could regain control of the situation, she had used her body and her sex as a weapon so many times in the past I was sure that she was confident that when it came to fucking she would be able to turn the tables but then I dropped my bombshell.

“And before we start you are going to take your heels off, when I take you you aren’t going to be wearing those symbols of power! I’m going to have you and there’s no way you going to be wearing those!” .

Briefly a look of concern flashed across her face; she stood in front of me and ran the tip of tongue over her glossy lush lips. “Surely though you want to make your victory over me complete? If I do this, and you give me the tape and printout as agreed, you won’t want to go away thinking you could have had more are you?”

“If you really want to take me, to fuck me like a bitch then surely you want to do it while I’m dressed to kill? You’ll want to know that you were humiliating me fully, that you were fucking me, making me wail and cry out , while I writhe underneath you in my satin blouse and tight skirt, with my seamed stockings and towering heels?”

She moved closer, very close to me, “That’s what you really need isn’t it? To take me, to dominate me, to have your revenge on the cold bitch with her lipstick and high heels”. She was pressing against me, slowly twisting and grinding herself against my aching penis, “That’s what you need isn’t it, break me, punish me, make me beg you” she was looking deep into my eyes now as she started to push her satin covered breasts against me, her perfume was thick in my nose, I slid my hands around her waist and down onto her tight arse and pulled her harder onto me.

“Yes you bitch, that’s what I want, your lipstick is going to be smeared all down my cock and I’m going to make you choke on it!” I said in a husky, shaky voice. She was writing and grinding against me, her whole body felt like it was pressing up against me, her glossy red lips were parted with lust.

“You’re going to make me beg you aren’t you?” She breathed into my ear, “you’re going to fuck me so hard with that huge cock of yours that I’ll beg you to stop, I’ll cry out as you take me hard and deep and beg you to be gentle with me. You’ll bend me over my own desk, lift my tight, tight skirt” she ground against me harder as she whispered into my ear, “then you’re going to get that monster cock of yours and just force it into my tight wet pussy, grab me round the waist and fuck me hard like I deserve, screw the cruel bitch like she deserves as she wears her heels”.

She slid her arms around my neck and continued to writhe against me, pushing herself against my cock which felt like it was going to explode! “You are going to fuck me so hard I will be begging you, pleading with you!” She was looking right into my eyes as she went on, “the cold cruel high-heeled bitch is going to be be taken, fucked and broken, you’re going to take revenge for all those men I’ve screwed for my own pleasure, for all the times I’ve made them suck me to orgasm and then kicked them away with nothing in return, for the relationships I’ve broken up for fun”

At the back of my mind I realised that I hadn’t actually got what I wanted, but she had inflamed me with lust and my sexual needs weren’t listening to the rational part of my mind, I was getting off so much on what I was going to be doing to this woman, on what she was breathing into my ear, seducing me, turning me on!

“So when you’ve finally finished with me” she whispered, “when you’ve taken me and left me broken and sobbing will you leave me the tape and the printout? Will I have been punished enough? You never know, I’ve never been taken like that before, I might like you being my master, I may need to serve you again and again” She licked her lush lips as she said this “if you let me have the tape I might beg you to take me up the arse, to fuck my tight virgin arsehole!”

I groaned, overwhelmed with lust now “yes, take the tape, you can have it, I’m going to screw your tight arse Linda!” She slid the tape into the desk drawer then she turned back to me and started to rub my engorged penis through my trousers with her hand, a spasm leapt through me as she brought me almost to the point of orgasm, a cold expression replaced the lustful looks she had been giving me earlier.

“You idiot”, she spat at me, “I know exactly how to deal with little men like you, how to time things to perfection!” As her hand worked my cock frantically hard and fast she suddenly pushed me hard on the chest with the other , I stumbled back and tripped over the foot she had put behind me, I cried out as I fell backwards to the floor and my prick exploded inside my pants, soaking them and the front of my trousers.

As I arched and writhed at her feet in an explosive orgasm she put the towering heel of one shoe onto my crotch and ground it in hard, as I cried out in a mixture of pleasure, pain and fear she sneered down at me “I wondered where that email had gone to but now I don’t have to! Now get out of my sight and if I ever catch you sniffing around me again I’ll have you sacked on the spot!”.

Once again I saw that humiliating sneer of contempt on her glossy red lips as she spun on that six inch heel and stalked out of her office and as I listened to the sound of those heels clicking on the floor as she stalked away I realised that had never had a chance in hell of paying her back!

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My First Cock… BBC Ch. 04

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Opening Acknowledgment: I want to make sure that my friend, Apple-Of-Eden, gets the proper credit for these stories of mine. The experiences are mine, but without her encouragement to write them, they would remain just memories in my mind. She not only encourages me to write more, she helps by pre-editing them for me. She unscrambles my sometimes disjointed thoughts, into coherent sentences and paragraphs while keeping my timelines and content accurate.

One should never take another’s friendship for granted, nor should they under appreciate them for all that they do. Thank you once again Apple.

P.S. Not only is she a fantastic editor and a great friend, she is an accomplished writer of erotica. Give her stories a read, right here on Literotica. You will not be disappointed.

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Frank and I were getting in a groove, or so I thought. We would chat online through our e-mail accounts and then meet when it was convenient for both of us. We would talk about our sex lives at home. Frank was recently divorced, but had a few women on the go, all married, white girls. We would play ‘show and tell’, do some kissing, touching, feeling and oh yeah, suck each other’s cock. Frank was a spitter, and I was a dedicated swallower. I was working on him to convert, but he had to have a napkin close by to soak up my cum, once I delivered it to his mouth. He was proving to be a good friend, and an excellent stress relief. Getting a blow job worked miracles for relieving whatever was stressing one out.

Frank had taken me to visit some of his black friends, at a car dealership on our last outing and I am sure he told them I was his married, white, cock sucker. Just a hunch, by the way they all came outside to peer into Frank’s car, where I was sitting in the passenger seat. I had wondered if Frank told them I had just sucked him off as he drove outside of town on the four lane. I had swallowed, of course, but there was still that residual cum that sticks to the inside of a cock sucker’s cheeks and tongue. I think back and wonder if I should have opened wide and let them check. “See, no cum, all gone.”

It took a lot of determination on my part to resist the temptation. I also wondered if Frank had shown his ‘brothers’ the photo of my wife Ann, that I dutifully brought along that day, at Frank’s insistence. It was taken on board a cruise ship, on one of the formal dinner nights. Ann was absolutely stunning, as she always is. That particular night, she had a smile that lit up the whole dining room. She knew, that even at 62 years old, she still had it. Her red hair with blonde streaks combined with her low cut, little, black dress were a hit, especially among the males onboard. To top it off, she wore black, nylon stockings (yes, with a real live garter belt) and moderate 3″ heels, black of course. After years of balancing on higher heels for most of her adult life, she had to consider her sometimes aching feet. Frank requested I send him the photo and he had it on his phone, but he wanted a ‘hard’ copy. He liked to look at it, touch it, and feel it in his hands. When I showed it to him, he had decided to just keep it as his own.

It may have been because Frank and I were becoming closer friends or it may have been that picture of Ann he enjoyed so much, that caused him to want more from our relationship. Of course, it may also have been because I had sucked his extra thick black cock three times and Frank was ready to put our friendship into another gear. In spite of his, laid back, don’t worry attitude, he was pressuring me to not only spend more time with him, but also introduce him to Ann. I was a bit reluctant to jump aboard the ‘express’ train, not because I didn’t want to bring Frank home with me. That wasn’t it, not one bit.

It dealt more with the fact that I was afraid that Ann would take one look at Frank’s handsome face, hear him speak with that deep, sexy voice, see that winning smile, and immediately know that Frank and I were ‘playing’ together. Guilty conscience is what it was. It didn’t matter who it was, Ann, like most wives have this intuitive streak that rings alarm bells. “Your husband is having sex with this person.”

I kept asking Frank to go slower, please. It did put a strain on our fun times and Frank decided to use his gorgeous, black cock as hostage. Each and every time, we arranged to meet somewhere for blow jobs, Frank would cancel at the last minute or fail to show up. I knew he was toying with me. A couple of months went by with this tactic being played out. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I wanted to be Frank’s friend and cock sucker, but I had a long term marriage that I needed to protect also. I had to tell Frank that I was tapping out. No hard feelings, only fantastic memories. Frank was the first guy I ever touched in a sexual way, and I felt honored that I got to suck his big, black, cock for my first. Nothing, but nothing could take that away or erase my memories of that. It still makes my cock tingle to think about him.

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Fast Gaziantep Gecelik Escort forward a couple of months down the road. I hadn’t had much success in finding another male friend to play with on a regular basis. I had found a couple of guys, a bit older than me and they turned out to be, well, not what I was looking for. I’m not saying that they weren’t nice guys or anything, or that I didn’t enjoy sucking their cocks, it’s just that they were not Frank. Frank had a way about him that made me feel comfortable. He made me feel like a friend. And another thing, he made me so horny for his cock.

Being a bit on the stubborn side, or as I like to refer to it, being able to focus on something, I had deleted Frank’s contact information from my list of friends. I tried to find him on the chat site, with no success, and fared no better by searching his name. By this time, I was really missing him. If only we had been able to compromise on a plan of where we were headed things may have been different.

During our first few contacts, Frank seemed to understand that as a first time cock sucker, at 65 years old, I was very nervous about being found out, especially by my wife. I felt that I needed to go slow with any further activities. Frank, on the other hand was hoping to have anal sex with me and he wanted to meet my wife Ann, with the intention of seducing her as an added bonus.

I kept thinking back to our first time together when Frank had called me ‘his’ cock sucker and at one point while I was sucking his cock, he said something to the effect that he would ‘own’ me and my wife. We had discussed my wife prior to ever meeting, and how I dreamed about her having sex with other men. Frank was quite thrilled about this and that is when he started to tell me stories about his attraction for white women, preferably married, white, women. That is how he led up to telling me about his affairs with T. and Sarah, and others. That was what he wanted for myself and my wife.

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When we plan for things and they happen, it can be exciting, or it can be kind of a letdown. Sometimes the planning for an event far exceeds the thrill of the actual occurrence. We tend to put too much emphasis on the fantasy of it all. Spur of the moment happenings can be the most exciting, for me anyway. Like when Frank reached out to me in an e-mail, once again. This came totally out of the blue. Seeing his name as “Sender” did give me a jolt of adrenaline. I couldn’t open it fast enough. The contents were exactly what I was hoping for. Frank was reaching out to see if we could salvage our friendship, and carry it on further.

My reply was an apologetic one, hoping to show Frank how much I missed his company, and how much I was willing to move forward. We set a date and time for another meeting. We promised each other to make things work out. He wanted to make sure that I was onboard with his plans. He loved how I sucked his cock and swallowed his ‘chocolate’ sauce and he wanted to keep that going. He then said that he wanted to take my anal cherry, in due time. He understood how big of a leap it was, but he promised to be patient with me. On that, we both agreed. I told him, if I was going to give up my virgin ass, he would get first go at it.

Next was my wife, Ann. Frank wanted to meet her so bad, he could almost taste it. He knew that it was my biggest fantasy to see her get fucked by other men, and black men were at the top of the list. Frank understood that there should be no hurry involved. Good things happen to those who wait.

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Frank and I started to plan outings that coincided with both our schedules. To account for my time away from home, I would draw up a list of items I needed to buy or places I had to go. They were all ‘manly’ things, with the intent of discouraging Ann from wanting to tag along. These lists were made up of things like buying irrigation parts, golf balls, plumbing supplies and the like. Going for an oil change was always good too. Or a car wash. When I returned home, I could complain about long line ups or service delays if I needed help to explain my absence.

When these got us back into action with each other, I implemented my plan for longer and more relaxed times with Frank. Meeting for a ‘blow and go’ was no doubt exciting, but both Frank and I were wanting to be able to suck cock and get sucked without always having to hurry and keep looking over our shoulders in one of his cars.

“I’m heading to the driving range,” I told Ann as I headed for the door. This had been my planned escape for two or three days now. I told her that my swing was suffering and if I wanted to get back into golf, I needed to work on it.

“Be careful out there, these drivers today are terrible,” was her reply.

Making sure to grab my clubs, sitting in the carport was essential, so was the trunk opening and slamming after they were placed inside. My ‘lucky’ golf hat and freshly laundered towel were also part of the ruse.

Leaving the neighborhood, I was shaking like a leaf. I had met Frank a half dozen times already and our rendezvous were becoming routine, but this time, I was driving to his daughter’s home about 20 minutes away. Since Frank’s divorce his daughter had taken him in and given him a spare bedroom that he used. In return, Frank ran errands for his daughter and son-in-law, did some routine home maintenance and babysat for his grandson, when the need arose. Today, we would have the house to ourselves.

I followed his directions and found the place without a problem. I didn’t want to use any GPS, for fear of being found out. I was feeling very safe, and very, very excited.

My fist was lightly clenched as I stood on the top step of the side porch, but I never needed to knock. Frank had opened the door as I started to climb the stairs. His toothy smile was surely a sight I was becoming addicted to. Another sight that could become addictive was the look of Frank in his black velour robe. He had it cinched tight around his waist, but I knew that wouldn’t last long.

“Come on in,” Frank said as I twisted my way past him and around the door.

By the time I had walked by him, the door was closed and Frank had me in a half bear hug, with one arm around my back and the other grabbing my ass cheeks.

My cock was growing harder by the millisecond. My mouth opened to accept his tongue and the fires of passion were once again ignited. We stood there for what felt like several minutes, groping, hugging, kissing and grinding.

Breaking the lip lock we had on one another, Frank ushered me to the living room after asking if I wanted coffee or anything. His robe was now untied and hanging wide open, exposing a silky looking pair of bikini underwear, that barely contained his thick, hard cock.

“Some chocolate sauce would be nice,” I replied. Frank was fond of how I referred to his delicious cum. To him, mine was, what else, ‘vanilla sauce.’

We were both excited about seeing each other for the first time, where we could more or less take our time and be comfortable.

Having seated me on the sofa, Frank stood directly in front of me and inched his way between my bent knees, to where his waist was mere inches from my face. I could see the bulging glans of his cock through the thin material of his underwear.

I briefly looked up at his face and into his eyes. I knew exactly what he wanted, and he could tell exactly what I wanted.

“Go ahead Peter, do what you came here for.”

As his large hands moved to my shoulders, I was already leaning forward, my mouth opened and my tongue ready to lick the growing wet spot in his black bikini undies.

He applied no pressure as he rested his hands on my shoulders. I could feel him staring down at my mouth as I alternately blew warm air then licked him.

Arching his back slightly, forced his pelvis even closer to my face than it was. My hands were on his hips as he was now flexing them in a slow and rhythmic tempo. Hooking my thumbs into his waistband, I slowly pulled his bikini bottoms downwards.

His cock suddenly sprang free of his undies, and was pointed almost straight upwards, a gob of delicious pre-cum just waiting to be licked off. Using my tongue once again, I touched it to the tip of Frank’s cock head, barely touching the pre. Slowly, I pulled away, watching the clear nectar form a string from his cock to my tongue.

“Damn, Peter, you sure know your way around a cock.”

I tried to see how long I could make the string, and about 3 or 4 inches was all I could do before it broke free and ended up stuck from my tongue to my chin.

“Mmmmm, thanks Frank. It’s so easy to be a cock sucker when I have such a gorgeous, black cock to suck.”

“You’re not just any cock sucker, you’re MY cock sucker.” Frank added with an emphasis that made me feel special.

“Yes, I am Frank. I sure am.”

“I was going to give you the grand tour of my daughter’s house, but that will have to wait until after.”

“Until after, what,” I asked as Frank was holding out his arm to give me an assist to stand up from the sofa.

A hearty laugh preceded his his answer, “Until after you suck a load of chocolate sauce from my cock.”

I followed Frank, as a puppy follows his Master, my own cock screaming to be let loose from all of the clothing I had on.

Frank shrugged his shoulders and his robe fell to the floor. He was completely naked now. I started to unbutton my shirt, kicked off my shoes and had my pants unbuckled, unzipped and ready to push down.

I felt like tackling Frank right then and there. I wanted to suck his cock until he filled my mouth with his sweet, creamy load, swallow it, then start sucking him again for another load. I wanted to suck him over and over and over. I knew that’s not how it worked, but that’s what he did to me. Frank made me so fucking horny, I wanted to pleasure him all the time.

Since I met him, I had questioned myself many times. Had I always been such a cock slut deep inside? Had I been bisexual all of my life? Did it take Frank to bring it out in me? Had his beautiful black tool transformed me? I would never know the answers to any of these questions, but I did know for sure that I loved to suck Frank’s cock and I would continue to do so for as long as I could.

This was like a second chance for me with Frank. I was not going to let it go to waste. In fact, I was going to take advantage of every moment and adventure with him.

I was so ready by the time we made it to the bedroom. I tried to lay my clothes out so that they wouldn’t look like I had slept in them. I glanced over my shoulder at Frank as he approvingly eyed me from behind. It was going to be a huge step for me, letting Frank take my anal cherry, but it had also been a huge step to suck his cock too. For now, we had agreed to keep that option available for the future. Right now, we both had some cock to suck.

I didn’t care that Frank hadn’t made the bed prior to my arrival. I also didn’t mind that right beside his bed, on the nightstand was that picture of my wife he had asked for and liberated for his personal use. It gave me a bit of a tingle to see some wadded up tissues next to it, obviously stuck together with dried cum.

“Frank, have you been jerking off to Ann’s picture?” I knew he had been. I just wanted to hear him say it.

“Of course. That’s why I took it from you. Why have a picture of a gorgeous woman, if you can’t jerk off to her?”

“Doesn’t your daughter say anything to you?”

“She doesn’t come in here. She has told me that she does not want to know what goes on in here.”

We both laughed at that as once again, we held each other in a tight embrace. Being almost identical in height and weight, our body parts lined up perfectly. I could feel his cock grinding into me and he surely felt my hardon grinding into him.

Carefully, I sat myself down on the edge of his bed, then scooted to the far side, that was pushed against the wall. Being a double bed, it was spacious enough for what we needed it for. Frank was quick as he slid next to me, laying on his side. Face to face, we put an arm around each other and kissed. Deep and passionate kisses. Our hips were bucking back and forth, getting our cocks to rub each other.

“Damn, it feels so good to get you in my bed,”

“It feels good to be here Frank.”

With that said we resumed our embrace, our bodies thrashing against one another, our hands freely roaming over each others naked body.

I started stroking Frank’s hard cock. I can’t describe how good it felt. His thickness was amazing. I barely got my hand around his girth, and he was so hard to boot. I am no expert when it comes to cock, but I do have one myself. In comparison, Frank’s black cock was longer, thicker and much harder than my own. In the back of my mind, I couldn’t help but think about how much my wife would love to feel it inside her. For now though, it was mine, all mine.

Frank was enjoying my ‘handy’ work on his cock and twisted around to lay on his back. Spreading his legs, I had full access to his cock and big, black balls. His sac was stretched out touching the sheets and his balls looked to be twice the size of mine.

It was a bit awkward laying on my side and trying to get to all of his ‘goodies’ at once. I was like the proverbial kid in the candy store.

“Suck my balls Peter.”

In the other times we had been together, it had always been in one of Frank’s cars. If you have ever sucked cock in a car, you know it is damn near impossible to suck a guy’s balls without climbing into the rear seat, which we had never done.

His leg’s spread wide, now, his hands were now on my head and shoulder. I slid down the bed and bent forward at the waist, admiring his cock. His bulbous cock head was a deep brown color, differing from his dark black skin tone. Precum had smeared around it, making it shine, even in the unlit room. His balls were fully shaved and plump to say the least. I marveled at their size.

“Peter, suck my balls.”

I had been caught in the moment of such desire, just staring at them. I stuck out my tongue first and licked his nuts as I held them in one hand. They felt heavy. The taste was a bit salty, and a bit musky. I sucked on one and had it fully in my mouth as Frank let out a groan and slightly stiffened, holding onto my head.

“Fuck yes. That feels good. Suck them both.”

I knew there was no way I could fit both of his balls in my mouth at once, so I went for the other one, and kept alternating.

“Does your wife suck balls as good as you?”

My reply was a mumbled jumble of unintelligible sounds, but in reality, I was trying to say, “No, she doesn’t suck my balls.”

I tried to look Frank in the eyes. I think it is respectful to make eye contact while you are sucking a guy’s cock or balls. Unfortunately, he had his back arched, his head tilted back, all the while slowly pumping his hips up and down. If I had to say, I think he really liked the way I was sucking his balls.

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