Matt sighed as he hung up the phone.

“Man, what is the deal?” he said to himself.

The third applicant for his roommate ad had just contacted him; this one edited textbooks for fun.

“It’s one thing to pay the rent, but is it too much to ask for a roommate with just a bit of personality?” he asked the empty room.

The two bedroom apartment was the top floor of a large, renovated house. The bedrooms doors faced each other from opposite ends of the apartment with an open kitchen/dining room and living room in between.

It was a handsome, well kept place in a great part of town; close to the hospital and university. Matt was counting on being able to choose a roommate within the first week of putting the ad online, but here it was two weeks later and only three applicants had expressed interest.

“I guess beggars can’t be choosers.” he said, deciding on which applicant seemed the least boring.

Just then his phone chirped. An unknown number.

“Hello.” answered Matt.

A frantic female voice exclaimed

“Hello! Is the room is still available?”

“Uhm, it is.”

“Oh! Thank god! Ok…please tell me you accept pets.”

“Pets?” asked Matt.

“Well, one pet: a cat.” said the woman.

“Sure. A cat is ok. No problem.”

Matt was startled by a whoop of joy through the phone speaker.

“That’s something none of the other applicants ever did.” Matt thought to himself.

“Oh! I’m so relieved. Can I come over, like, right now to look at the place?”

“Yeah. That’s fine. I’ll be here.”

“Awesome! See you in a few minutes.”

Matt only realized after he hung up that he hadn’t even got the woman’s name.

“Hmm. A female roommate?” Matt pondered. “I’ve never lived with a girl I wasn’t in a relationship with.” Matt wasn’t sure what to pin his expectations on, but he knew that it probably wouldn’t be boring.

About fifteen minutes later a knock was heard.

Matt opened the door to a pretty young woman holding a cat carrier covered with a blanket.

“Hi! I’m Janice.” she said extending her available hand to greet. “I was the crazy one on the phone earlier.”

Matt took her hand and chuckled “Hi Janice. I’m Matt. Pleased to meet you.”

Janice stood about 5’5″ with beautiful blue eyes. She had a pleasantly round face with plump cheeks and a bright, genuine smile. Her shoulder length hair was dyed bright pink.

“Ok. Pink hair isn’t boring, so far so good.” Matt noted internally.

Janice stepped through the door wearing a bulky winter coat and a scarf to battle the November chill. It looked to Matt as if she might be carrying a few extra pounds underneath the thick jacket.

Janice looked around the apartment with a smile.

“Wow! It’s so charming!” she exclaimed.

“I’m glad you like it.” Matt answered leading her to the empty bedroom.

“The room has a huge walk-in closet, it’s own full bathroom and a nice little sun deck through those glass doors.”

Janice squealed with delight.

“This place is even nicer than the apartment I was supposed to move in to!”

“What happened there?”

Janice shuddered in frustration recalling the events of the day. She spoke of how she and her boyfriend, Bobby, were living together up north. He got accepted into law school on the other side of the country and the couple decided that they would live apart so he could focus on school. Meanwhile, Janice would accept her company’s offer to transfer to this city with a pay raise.

“My boyfriend insisted on setting up my living arrangements for me” she explained “but when I arrived today to move in I discovered that the landlord doesn’t accept pets of any kind! Well, I had no choice, I had to cancel the agreement. Giving up Bubsy is simply out of the question.”

Janice lifted the blanket of the cat carrier to show Matt a cute, black feline blinking calmly.

“Long story, short: I have all my belongings stuffed in my car outside, I start working in a brand new office on Monday and I’m homeless.” she sighed.

Matt felt genuine sympathy for her. His favorite pet growing up was his cat, Whiskers, who looked almost exactly like her Bubsy cat. She was obviously upset and desperate. He would have been too, if it were him.

“Well, let me ask you this, Janice” Matt said after a pause “Are you messy?”

“No, in fact I’m a neat freak. And you’ll never have to clean up after Bubsy either. He’s a very good kitty.”

Matt smiled. “Ok. Are you loud?”

“Hmmm. I’m ‘atmosphere appropriate’, but I usually like peace and quiet when I’m home.” she replied. A smile was growing on her face.

“I like that.” he smiled, “Are you a vegan?”

“Uhhm…no”

“Thank god.” They laughed together.

Matt paused again. “Ok, If you’ve got a deposit, I don’t have a problem with you moving in today. We can take care of the paperwork with the landlord later.”

Matt held out a hand for her to shake. Janice’s pretty blue eyes welled up with tears. She set down the cage and threw her arms around Matt. Belek travesti He was immediately taken aback by the large, soft pressure against his chest.

She released her hug and began to undo her jacket, Matt knelt to introduce himself to the caged feline.

“Mr. Bubsy! Say hi to Matt, our new friend!” she exclaimed happily.

Matt looked up to smile at Janice, but his expression froze on his face as he watched her peel the lapels back from her jacket. In fact, from his perspective, time slowed down to a standstill.

“Those can’t be what I think they are!” Matt thought to himself as he watched her slip the jacket off her shoulders. Two of the largest breasts he had ever seen emerged from her coat, encased in a heavily wired bra, wrapped in a light blue sweater.

Matt was gobsmacked to see his new roommate’s breasts were so huge and round that they took up almost her entire torso. Her tits covered her upper arms, almost reached her belly button (he assumed under her sweater). She had a relatively small waist and medium build in every other aspect, which made her giant breasts look severely disproportionate.

Matt swallowed hard, finding his throat suddenly dry. He quickly looked back down at the cat lest he be busted by his stunned blatant gawking.

“Holy shit…She is stacked beyond belief!” he thought to himself. “Keep it together, Matt!”

Janice knelt down next to him to let Bubsy out of the carrier, allowing him to explore his new domicile. The feline cautiously emerged and sniffed the air. Matt reached out a palm for the cat to sniff. Bubsy immediately nuzzled lovingly on Matt’s hand.

“Oh my god! How adorable is that!?” Janice squealed. “I’m taking that as a very good sign. Bubsy is a great judge of character.”

She picked the cat and embraced it against her bosom. “We’re home, baby!”

Janice immediately began unpacking her car. Everything she owned fit comfortably in her SUV.

She reluctantly asked Matt for help moving her mattress and dresser upstairs. Matt was happy to assist. This allowed the two to talk and get to know each other.

She spoke of how boring and cold it was living up north and how excited she was to make a new start. Matt told her about all the fun she could have on “the Avenue”, which was within walking distance, featuring several shops, bars, restaurants, even a small movie theater. Janice was giddy at the thought.

Matt, all the while, attempted his best to keep his composure around his new extraordinarily busty roommate. Every time she caught his eye, whether it was her profile, straight on or even from behind, her prodigious tits literally took his breath away.

As it was, Matt had been obsessed with large breasts since he was a little boy. He spent his life captivated by busty women from afar, never lucky enough to be romantically involved with one. In his life-long observations, however, he noted a few common traits of large breasted girls: namely, most busty ladies slouch their posture, either to minimize their back pain or to avoid their breasts ‘rudely’ projecting out too far. Also, busty women usually walk rather dainty to avoid too much bouncing.

Matt noticed right away that Janice was unique in that her default posture was straight backed and as erect as if she sported an A cup.

“Bless her poor back” he marveled.

She showed absolutely no compunction to minimize her breasts’ presence. She wasn’t being flirty or manipulative, she simply seemed to be above the concern to hide her tits away. If that wasn’t enough, every step she took sent shivering titty-quakes up and down her bust, which had Matt quaking as well.

“She sure doesn’t seem to be the shy type.” he thought.

He noted with delight how her bra struggled to contain her huge tits beneath her tight, light blue sweater. Janice’s compressed breasts bulged over the tops of her cups creating a bouncy “mini” cleavage that could have filled a D cup brassiere by itself.

Matt had to shake himself lest he be hypnotized. He was sure he was about to be called out any second by his prolonged gazing, but to his surprise, Janice was either not paying attention or simply not concerned at all by it.

Matt’s main focus, therefore, was keeping his erection at bay. He forced himself to think of things that would inspire flaccidness, like naked elderly men or rotting food. He was doing pretty good at the task. Miraculously, nothing more than a chubby… that is, until it was time to move Janice’s dresser into the walk-in closet.

The two stood at the top of the stairway leaning against the dresser panting for air.

“Sonofabitch was heavy!” Janice exclaimed. They had wrestled the awkward item up three flights of stairs to her room. She quietly observed Matt’s rippling muscles under his sweaty T-shirt. “Glad I have such a strong moving partner!”

Matt smiled sheepishly. She looked around the empty space of her room.

“Oh god. You’re going to hate me.” she sighed. Matt gave her a quizzical look.

“I want Kemer travesti to try to get this big boy in the closet.” she said patting the wooden dresser. “I’ll have so much more room if we can manage.”

“Oh! That shouldn’t be a problem.” The two shuffled and shimmied the bulky dresser to the doorway and into the large closet. It was almost in place, but there was a small box blocking the intended space.

Matt had to hold the dresser in position while Janice attempted to kick the box out of the way. Matt’s arms held strong as Janice crammed her self into the tiny space between the wall and Matt’s back. While she scooted her way forward, Matt couldn’t do anything but watch her giant breasts approach and then mash against him. The massive softness spread across the entire length of his lower arm. She still couldn’t reach the box, so she made one final push. Matt felt her tits slide up and press even harder against the back of his wrist and hand.

His erection shot up so fast it nearly split his pants.

“Sorry” sighed Janice. “I know …my boobs are everywhere.”

Matt swallowed hard and tried to think of something clever yet benign to say. “Hehe. I’ve had worse first impressions!”

He winced immediately. “Too far!” he thought.

Mat was expecting a rebuke for his inappropriateness, but instead she loudly guffawed and began shaking with laughter. “Oh my god! Don’t make me laugh while I’m stuck like this!”

He could barely keep his composure when he felt her bra clad tits jiggling against his arm.

Janice was finally able to kick the box out of the way. The dresser was set down in place and slid into position. Even though she now had more room to maneuver, Janice still had to slide back out of the are, dragging her huge, squashed breasts up the entirety of Matt’s right arm.

She stood up straight and adjusted her top, smoothing the wrinkles of her sweater and inadvertently thrusting her tits out further than Matt had seen yet. Her nipples were erect, creating two pinpoints upon the apex of the immense curvature of her breasts. He almost gasped.

“It’s ok, you can say it.” she said.

“Say what?” asked Matt nervously.

“‘Your tits are ginormous!'”

Matt felt his cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment. “Busted! I knew I was being way too obvious!” he cursed himself.

“Oh,…uh…I wasn’t gonna say anything.” he blinked “I doubt you need anyone reminding you that they’re… big.”

“Like I don’t know, right?” she laughed. “Sorry, Matt. They usually get quite the reaction from everyone. I just assumed you would have something to say about them.”

Matt shook his head “I’m sure you’ve heard it all. No need to add my two cents. Your body is your business, no one else’s.”

Janice blinked in amazement for a moment “That’s rather refreshing to hear.”

Matt chuckled “Really?”

Janice gave him a serious look. “Really. It amazes me how rude some people are. Even my own boyfriend won’t give me a break! When we lived together he would constantly complain about my big boobs.”

She walked to the corner of the bedroom and picked up a black garbage sack. “See this bag? It’s full of all the tops I was forbidden to wear around the house because he was ‘sick of my tits hanging out’. Can you believe that?”

Matt pondered what kind of boyfriend wanted to see less of his girlfriend’s giant tits, but he opted to keep his mouth shut.

Janice continued “Now… granted, some of these shirts are old and stretched out and worn thin and show A LOT, but there’s some shirts in here that barely even show any cleavage…well, that is, when I was that size…I’ve grown since then… I honestly don’t know if any of them fit anymore” she fished out a garment from the bag and held up the long white nightshirt with a faded print on the front. The sunlight from the window shown brightly through the translucent cotton. “Some of my favorite comfy tops are in here.”

As she spoke Matt did anything and everything to obscure the view of his solid erection. Imagining what she looked like wearing her comfy shirts didn’t help his boner situation at all. Luckily, she was preoccupied with looking through the other items in the bag.

Suddenly, Matt felt the phone in his back pocket vibrate to an incoming call.

“Pamela Calling” the display read.

For a split second Matt had to remind himself who Pamela was.

“Oh shit! Yeah! Your girlfriend, Pamela.” he admonished himself.

“Excuse me, Janice. I’m going to talk to my girlfriend real quick.” said Matt exiting towards his bedroom.

“Hey baby” Matt spoke once he had entered his room.

“Hi Matt. How goes the search?”

“It’s finally over! I have someone moving in right now.”

“Great!”

Matt and Pamela had been seeing each other for almost a month now. She was a young, single mother who lived about an hour outside of the city. They met on an online dating page and the vast majority of their time spent together since had been on the phone. They had only been Konyaaltı travesti to dinner twice and hadn’t slept together as of yet.

Pamela was a gorgeous woman with long, straight, brown hair, dark eyes and a fashion model’s figure. Her B cup breasts didn’t satisfy Matt’s boob obsession, but he told himself that it didn’t matter how busty she was.

“Pam is the hottest woman I’ve ever been with. I would be an idiot to reject her based purely on her small chest.” he thought when they had met.

Janice’s arrival into Matt’s life, however, sounded out like a gong, signaling the undeniable truth that he was a Boob Man through and through.

“Listen, I have some bad news about dinner tomorrow…” said Pamela. “I can’t get anyone to watch Stewart.”

Stewart was Pam’s eleven year old son. Matt sighed. It was an all too familiar scenario. Two dates had already been canceled by the same excuse. At this point he half expected it.

“It’s ok, baby. Maybe we can…”

“Thanks Matt! You’re the best.” she interrupted. Then the line went dead.

“…bye” Matt hung up the phone and stared at the blank screen he held in his lap. His cock was still at half mast from Janice smashing her enormous breasts all over him.

“Oh jesus, those tits…” he thought. Immediately his dick began to thicken with arousal again “I better rub one out before I go back out there.”

Matt undid his belt and fly and let his long, thick cock flop out of his jeans. Closing his eyes, all he could picture in his mind was Janice’s giant breasts. His palm flew up and down his rigid erection and in less than two minutes ropes of hot white cum were collecting on his bare abdomen.

Feeling refreshed and mentally clear, he cleaned himself up, washed his hands and rejoined Janice to help finish her move.

Once the large furniture was in place and the boxes unpacked Janice flopped backwards onto her bare mattress, exhausted. Matt stepped into the room carrying two cold plastic water bottles.

“You were such an amazing help, Matt. Thank you so much.”

“No worries.” he replied handing her a bottle with a smile. He raised his own water bottle. “To new roomies!”

“Cheers!” Janice happily exclaimed clinking the plastic bottles together.

The cancelled date with Pamela was Matt’s only plans for Sunday, so he decided to take Janice on a walking tour of the neighborhood instead.

Winding past the idyllic houses of the historic district Matt led her to “The Avenue”, the main strip of shops, bars and restaurants.

Matt noticed people’s heads turning their way everywhere they went. Janice’s huge, bouncing breasts were indeed attention magnets. In what Matt was coming to understand to be her typical behavior, she showed no hint of self consciousness or shame in the obvious display her boobs created.

Matt and Janice happily discovered that they had a naturally good rapport with each other. Conversation between the two flowed easily and naturally, as did the moments of silence in between. They were both delighted to discover that they shared several common interests and an almost identical sense of humor. The two strode side by side together down the sidewalk, laughing like long lost old friends.

As the sun set the two enjoyed a cocktail at Matt’s favorite cantina. They once again toasted, this time to a budding new friendship.

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Monday morning Janice awoke to a quiet apartment and the delightful aroma of a fresh brewed pot of coffee. A note next to the coffee machine read:

“J- Good luck on your first day of work! See you this evening -M.”

Janice smiled. “Wow. He really is the best.”

She casually sipped her coffee as she got dressed for work, choosing a modest blouse with matching jacket and skirt for her first day. Despite the high cut neckline, the blouse couldn’t obscure the bulging overflow created by her tight bra. Kissing Bubsy on top of his furry head, Janice walked out the door.

She was pleased to find that her new office was just a few blocks away. Attempting to swallow her nervousness, she gulped as she entered the building.

It didn’t take long for her to become acquainted to the new office. Her responsibilities were just the same as her previous location. It was simply a matter of getting to know a new environment and new coworkers.

Just before lunch, Janice was finishing her third report, when a female voice spoke behind her.

“Yep. Pink hair. You’ve got to be the new girl…”

Janice turned to see a beautiful, statuesque, black woman leaning against the entrance to her cubicle. She wore a form fitting business dress that hugged her wildly curvy body. Janice was amazed to see the woman’s breasts were almost as big as her own.

“Daaaaaamn!” the woman exclaimed ogling Janice’s chest. “I didn’t believe it when I heard, but yeah, I actually think you got me beat!”

Janice looked confused “Beat? Beat what…?”

The women leaned close, lowering her tone “First thing: HR don’t know this, got me? Ok, I’ve been the reigning titty queen of the office for the last two years- since Ms. Sandra quit. Cheatin bitch was like, 500 pounds… Of course she’s gonna have big ass titties! -Anyway… now damn, here you are taking my crown again!”

“I Lyeo, Lion of the Bettus, Hispa Vuk, Wolf Gatherer of the children of men, stand before you naked in the light of purity and admit cruelty beyond the measure of the Gods. Fear Me for I bring only bitter tears and terror and in My passing consume the bounty of harvest and womb alike. Your children are My coin, your lands are My larder and all who dare to face Me are doomed.”

So repeats the speech that bloodies the ears of ally and foe alike. I have no mercy in My soul, the reaper took all care from Me with My fallen fortune and comrades. I am the last in the line of great wanderers and since the destruction the Khans great city I am but a plague left to feast upon the innocent. Time stopped when the tents of Bettia turned to flames in the eastern sky and the river Omeg ran red with Bernard blood. I have no home, no people and no pity. Feast upon each other humankind and dance only for My pleasure and caravans. Whether horses and hounds for the great Khan, eunuchs for the Drack Sultans, sickle warriors for Saltag Kings or painted harlots for the brothels of Dross, all are fair game for the Wolf to gather and gold to line My funeral mound.

Eight centuries and the world has barely changed, evil but becoming the currency of power instead of the affliction of madness. Yes I am a monster but one that serves a purpose. I am the buffer between the child molester and the innocent child, betwixt the rapist and the virgin’s purity. I supply chotgor his quota and kharankhui burkhan leaves the multitude in sweet ignorance of the horrors that might otherwise be. Life is good to Me and I am kind and generous to all beneath the fall of My whip. There is but one Wolf Gatherer and a universe of waiting sheep.

The stables smelt good. Lyeo took a deep breath and inhaled the aroma of horses and leather. All the stalls were empty, war had touched this place too long for any creature to be safe from the pot and He was saddened. Many times He had eaten stews and goulashes that were a mystery to Him but His men knew better than to dare to cook the flesh of a horse, even these centuries later the Khans laws still held sway over the outcast, even mortal flesh was far more acceptable than equine in a last resort. He lay upon the last vestiges of the hay, His great cloak wrapped around Him for warmth and comfort. The gnout He leaned against the wall close to hand, not that it was needed before daybreak but He felt the want of its company.

The woman and girl came quietly into the stable. They both wore traditional Bock dress, moukriyani, fine delicate materials totally unsuitable for the winter temperatures. The woman was probably thirty nine years old, the girl just nineteen and by similarities in hair color and features could be assumed mother and daughter. The girl looked steadily at the straw covered flagstones, but the mother, much braver and haughty, looked steadily at Him as He watched them approach. Looking behind them Wolf could see the shadow of His bodyguard one-eye hovering close, imagining himself out of sight, always ready, always on guard.

“Master of slaves, I have come to ask you a great favor. My daughter is unmarried and has never known a man. She will suffer rape and torture at the hands of the buyers who wait below. Please take her so she may now one night of love.”

Lyeo carefully scrutinized the woman as she spoke. Her dark brown eyes shone from below the traditional heavy eyebrows, her nose large but shapely overhanging a well-defined mouth, dark almost purple lips open to show white perfect teeth. The daughter was beautiful, but young. Thin, through careful eating and constant exercise her body had yet to reach the full roundness of the mother and had still the almost boyish stature of such Bock girls. The moukriyani she wore was sheerer than the mothers and had no customary pantaloons below. He could distinguish the slight mound of her sex showing through the fabric, shaved completely as was the custom.

“Lord, please. I do not wish her to be known by any of your followers, but if needs be Lara Travesti they have offered.”

Lyeos eyebrows met like black clouds before thunder. His voice spat out in annoyance.

“My men should be sleeping or on guard not offering favors to you or your daughter. You forget her value is far greater as a virgin.”

He made to rise but suddenly the daughter dropped to her hands and knees, her forehead hard upon the stone floor, her hands gripping the ankles of His boots.

“Mighty Lion, I am of little matter in this world and have no right to expect Your kindness but please forgive my mother for her impertinence. She has too much pride and little understanding of the precious value of Your time.”

Wolf growled to Himself. The girl was playing Him and He knew it, but His chest puffed a little as she massaged His ego and He Found her voice somewhat captivating.

“Master of slaves, I know I have no right to ever be considered worthy of such as You and am mortified that my mother acts so disrespectfully. Please punish me for her sins. I would not wish her to suffer at your hands because of her love for me.”

The girl had quietly managed to shift forward so her hands now rested upon His knees and He caught the smell of her deep in His nostrils. Glancing up at the mother He saw at once that this was arranged but He already felt a stirring in His body that would not halt till he had her.

“Lord, she is innocent in body but has all the knowledge necessary to be a perfect concubine.”

The mothers voice was filled with pride and time seemed to echo backwards to when droit de cuissage was the commonplace custom.

“As you wish.”

Wolf pushed back the saddle blanket He had hastily pulled over Himself for warmth and gently gestured the girl upright. The mother moving forward a little eased the flimsy fabric of the moukriyani up over the girls body revealing first her thighs and mound, then her almost perfectly flat stomach and finally two pert breasts centered by small puffed nipples. The girl smiled happily as her almond eyes met His and then ecstatically lowered her body against His reclining form.

The girls skin was so soft to His touch. His hands were hard and dry from days in the open, sheepskin gloves doing little good when temperatures averaged below minus ten. His finger tips were already cracked and bleeding round the nails; a condition He had inherited from generation upon generation of antecedents; another curse of the blood. Now the lotion applied to her body felt like precious oil, His hands absorbing the balm like blotting paper.

Her lips began to press against His lips. Not the open sexual kiss of a practiced lover but with a nervousness that at once was arousing and frustrating. Wolf allowed her timidity to reign, the night ahead would be long and there was no point in rushing this experience. Rather it was a time to be savored like the finest Tokay or the sweetest Lokum. Wolf allowed His hands to caress her back, feeling the strong muscles below the softness, admiring her conditioning. The small of her back curved gently till it wandered to become the valley between her hard buttocks. His fingers slid down that sensuous pathway till the tips found first the tight opening of her anal passage and then the back door to her sex. The opening to her womb was moist with anticipation and He felt the entrance gape a little in wantonness. Her breathe seemed to stop and then with a gasp sped like a fiery saltag mare wanting to reach her goal.

“Patience little one there is much time to enjoy.”

As if to answer her tongue snaked out to caress His lips, attempting to burrow like a snake into the heat of His mouth, her hands struggling to unfasten the silver buckle that held the heavy embossed leather belt around His waist.

“Master, Your sex, please.”

The girls voice was whispering, husky, filled with desires she understood but had yet to taste. She spoke in the simple tongue of the unclaimed, words strung together without proper form Manavgat travesti or grace.

“Master, my body burns.”

The buckle at last gave to her fumbling fingers and quickly undoing the buttons holding the flap at the front of His doeskin pants she slid a hand inside to grasp His member.

“Master, very hot.”

The girl extricated herself from His grasp and turning positioned herself on all fours between His legs. Reaching backwards, pressing her forehead to the floor for balance, she spread her buttocks wide offering Him all she had to give.

“Master, make my hole yours, the path of boys.”

The path of boys. It sounded strange to hear this innocent talk so. The Drack had bought their taste for boys to this region and the women had soon recognized the way to entice them back to their arms. Offering the tight core of their being served them well for centuries, saving them from continuous slavery as breeders and allowing them to pleasure their men whenever they wished without unwanted consequence.

The girl had been shown how to push back against the sphincter controlling her bowel and was pursing it deliciously as she waited. Reaching forward Lyeo touched the deep red of the inner folds and the girl pushed back immediately swallowing the finger to the knuckle.

“Master, take my virgin ass. Make me your cocks slave.”

Kneeling behind her Lyeo aligned the engorged mushroom of his penis with the girls ass bud. He watched fascinated as she gaped the tightness with practiced ease, hours spent under her mothers tutor-age coming to fruition for His delight. The tip of His member touched her and she shuddered, liquid dribbling from her sex to pool beneath her on the stone floor; the smell of mixed urine and vaginal secretion rising to invade His senses.

Pushing forward He watched the helmet enter her, spreading her canal wide. The girl gasped a little and tried to impale herself deeper but His hands firm on her hips kept the penetration slow. She was tight and her muscles seemed to work on His shaft begging Him to completely take her. Still He held back, allowing only a minute additional penetration. The girls smell was now animalistic, she was on heat and all her real or pretend naivety had flown. Lyeo gripped her hips hard once and then released them; instantly she thrust back onto Him till totally impaled.

“Master, My Lion, impale me, stab me to the small death.”

Lyeo began to ride her, gentle at first but building momentum continuously. He felt her discharge hot and sticky on His testicles, transferred as they slapped against her open vulva lips at each stroke. The pitch of His movements began to change as He felt the rising seed invade the core of His member, then with a great flood precious jitsum flooded out to fill her bowel with heat and slickness.

“Master, Master, the Owner of my holes.”

Her words came between a mixture of fractured breaths and sobs of joy, as only comes from the little death. For His part Lyeo was lost, drowned by in a sea of ownership and majesty that comes to wash away the impurities of all other lesser existences. His great mane fell around His face, His eyes ablaze with such passion and frenzy that only came from the taking of human, whether soul or life.

Sinking back onto the straw He allowed His mind to stop and instead fed upon the manna His senses fed Him; taking huge gulps of life into His deepest being. Distractedly He watched as the mother, appearing from nowhere, deftly transferred the semen dribbling from her daughters still pulsing anus to the wet waiting opening of her sex. Wolf smiled and nodded acceptance of action; concubines had the right to the fluids they extracted and He had no wish to break such ancient traditions.

The girl turned to face Him and lowering her eyes waited. He nodded again and gratefully, respectfully she crept into His arms with the deepest of sighs.

“There is plenty of room mother.”

The woman smiled happily and without a question lowered herself at Lyeo’s Side travesti other side. He slept, without thought or concern. Tomorrow would be another day, perhaps a profitable one, for now He was content.

The feeling of wet and hot flesh pressed to His thigh bought Him back from slumber. The girl still lay close against His side, her head resting in the crook of His arm, sleeping deeply, contentedly. Raising His head enough to look down He saw the mother, the hems of her garment draw up under her armpits riding her thickly matted sex along His skin. Her head was turned upwards, a look of deep concentration upon her face, searching into her depths to retrieve the little death she sought. Gently He reached forward and pressed His thumb against her swollen clitoris where it jutted proudly from her hood. Her eyes opened and she looked half fearfully, half rapturously, into His burning black eyes. The tremors started in her stomach, visible ripples permeating her body, traveling downwards to invade her womb bringing her to instantaneous climax. Silently she screamed, once, twice, the hot liquid of her pleasure feeling like fire against His skin. A younger woman might have ceased, but this pleasure was of small measure to the one she searched for in her carnal crusade.

Her hand reached forward to grasp His member fast, taking the engorged appendage and pulling back the uncut skin to expose the dark red head below. Eyes glued to her prize she rode faster, the course hair of her crotch abrading Him like fine wire. Pumping His phallus her eyes filled with the wild desire for service, the need to be totally possessed by this thing that still bore the scent and lubricant of her own daughter’s maidenhead. It was then the girl awoke and taking the full measure of events quickly into her head enveloped His tip with her mouth and Lyeo ejaculated hard. Whether it was the woman’s look of animal lust, the tight clinging throat of the girl, or an erotic pottage of both He could not tell, but the seed poured hard and long from Him to choke the girl fiercely. Valiantly she swallowed and gagged, never for one moment did the muscles of her windpipe cease till He was drained utterly. Deep within Him escaped the banshees scream, that ungodly sound that comes only from those that reach the hidden depths of pleasure or horror few dare to face. The world seemed to freeze, for one moment time itself stopped and angels wept, then all three collapsed together in a twisted mass of exhausted flesh and bone.

“Master, the buyers are gathered.”

Lyeo brushed the daughters matted hair away from His face and made an attempt to focus. The stable was filled with the scent of the night’s fornication and it smelt strong.

“What time is it balcus?”

“Master, the sun has risen for two hours. The merchants are grumbling and getting restless.”

“Fuck the merchants, they make easy money off My pickings, let them wait. Post some men at the gateway, they will make any early exit too expensive for those cowards.”

Both mother and daughter had woken and were making to rise.

“Wait mother, you two have nowhere to rush too.”

“Master I must prepare my daughter for the sale. She will fetch you a pretty price if presented at her finest.”

“And you mother? What will you fetch?”

“Master, there will be some poor man amongst the buyers who needs a whore for his soldiers. I could do worse.”

“Balcus!”

Lyeo’s tone bought the eunuch scurrying.

“Master, a thousand pardons I thought you were done.”

“These two are not for sale today. Keep them at My horse rail. Oh, and balcus don’t think. You remember what happened the last time you thought and you have no more easy parts for clipping.”

The two women started to stutter thanks but Lyeo brushed their words away as if swatting unwelcome fruit flies in midsummer.

“You can stay till I get bored. Just till then no longer.”

“Master, we will do anything to amuse you, anything.”

Lyeo looked the mother hard in the eyes and saw the truth in her words.

“Well for pitys sake start by giving Me a good tongue bath and lets start with the sweaty parts.”

Mother and daughter bent their necks joyfully and Lyeo lay back and closed His eyes. Seems it would turn out to be an excellent day after all.

It was a perfect day. The sun was shining, the air was warm, and everything in life seemed just fine. As Gordon leaned out on the balcony railing of their rented beach house, looking out over the gentle surf as it rolled in over the pebbled beach, he was glad he had let Pam talk him into taking this holiday. Life in the city was always busy, with never a moment to spare, and he hadn’t realized just how much stress he had been under in his job until he had arrived here, a few days earlier.

The sun had not long since risen above the horizon, but there was something about this time of the day that made him somewhat at peace with himself. A gentle breeze lifted the lacey curtains that covered the balcony entrance, and Gordon could see Pam still sleeping peacefully in the four-corner poster bed. He liked to watch her sleep. There was an angelic quality to the way her face looked when she rested. He suspected the events of last night had a lot to do with how sleepy she was this morning, and the memory of it made his boxers a little tighter.

With a soft sigh, Pam stirred and rolled over, presenting him with her naked back as the covers slipped away slightly. He thought back to the night before, remembering how her back was before him, arched slightly as she pushed back against him, his erection pushing deep and hard into her welcoming depths. Never had he met a woman who could get him so aroused so easily and so often. She was magnificent, to say the least.

As quietly as he could, he crept through the bedroom and down the stairs to the kitchen. After the pleasures they had shared last night, a good breakfast was the least he could do for her. Before long, bacon, eggs, toast, and coffee were loaded on a tray and carried back up to the bedroom. Placing the tray on the bedside, he sat on the edge of the bed and softly caressed her cheek. “Pam? Pam, sweetheart… Breakfast is ready.”

Pam moaned a little and opened her eyes, looking up at him with more love then he thought any man could possibly deserve. Propping herself up against the bed-head, the soft pink satin sheets the only thing to cover her womanly form, she leaned forward to give Gordon a tender kiss good morning. She could taste the coffee and bacon on his lips, and suddenly realized how hungry she was. As she ate, they talked about what to do for the day. They only had three days left in the beach house, and wanted to make the most of their time alone together. One of the reasons Pam had chosen this place for a holiday was because there was so little to do here, and they both would be forced to rest and spend quality time together. It was decided that a nice walk along the beach was the Bornova travesti order of the morning.

With breakfast out of the way, Pam selected her favorite blue bathing suit, and an over-sized tee shirt to wear on their walk. She would have loved to get a nice tan, but she had the kind of skin that burned easily, so it was better to cover up. Gordon slipped into his black bathers and a green shirt, passed Pam her hat and donned his own. It was still early and the shoreline would not heat up for some time, so they decided against shoes.

The water was cool as it lapped gently about their ankles, and small fish darted in and out, searching for food and making Pam giggle at their antics. Neither of them could remember the last time they had felt so relaxed and at ease. Taking her hand, Gordon led Pam out of the surf and higher up on the shoreline. They had found some amazing things that had washed up in the surf at high tide: bottles with labels written in languages they could not decipher, oddments of clothing, even a life-ring off a boat called ‘Wave Length.’ They spent some time speculating over how it could have come to be there; the conversation ended up with them both in fits of laughter, and an exciting love making session on the rug in the living room.

At the end of the beach stood a disheveled pile of rocks that looked more like a man-made mess than something nature could have created. Hand in hand, they made their way around the rocks; still laughing at the silly possibilities of how a woman’s shirt came to be washed up with the tide. As their ideas and explanations became more erotic, so too did the heat between them begin to build. Without warning, Gordon wrapped his arms about Pam and pulled her to him, smothering her mouth in a passionate kiss.

Pam returned the kiss eagerly, her tongue reaching out to dance with his as the salty taste of the sea covered their lips. Leaning her back against a large, smooth rock, Gorgon’s mouth found her neck and throat. Kissing with a renewed hunger, his hands reached beneath her shirt, seeking out and finding her ample breasts, pulling the top of her bathers aside and taking her hard nipples between his fingers. Pinching and squeezing, hard enough to arouse her further, but not hard enough to cause her any discomfort. Their flames of passion grew quickly and it wasn’t long before Gordon had to have more of her.

In one quick movement, he lifted her tee shirt off over her head, leaving her breasts exposed above the disheveled bather top. His hungry mouth sucked her aching nipples deep and hard, the soft moans emanating from her lips told him that she wanted more. She wanted Buca travesti him as desperately as he wanted her, and neither of them was prepared to wait long for the pleasures they both hungered for. Pulling the bottom of her bathers aside, his fingers began to explore her hidden treasures, dipping deep into her creamy love canal and discovering her pulsing depths.

Pam’s body was consumed with passion and lust, desiring to pleasure him as much as he pleased her. Reaching for the front of his bather, she began to stroke his throbbing erection through the fabric. She wanted more, wanted to release his magnificent beast from its captivity, but he gently pushed her back. Lifting her onto the flat surface of the rock, he laid her out like a three-course meal and stood before her, gazing upon her with hungry intent.

Pulling the crotch of her bather to the side once more, he buried his face between her milky white thighs, the soft fur covering of her pussy caressing his face, and tickling his nose. How he loved the smell of her, the taste of her. Lashing out with his tongue, he licked and lapped furiously at her glistening lips, pushing his tongue deeper and deeper into her feminine depths. She was everything a man could desire, and more. Taking his tongue from her pulsing hole, he slid a finger into her, delighting in the way her body reacted to his attention. He added a second finger, and a third, his tongue and lips feasting on her sensitive clit. Picking up her clit between his tongue and top lip, he stretched it out to its full length and released it, only to repeat the process while his fingers bathed in her feminine juices.

At last, he could resist no more, and he lifted her down and lowered her to the sand. He did not bother to remove her clothing, or his own, choosing instead to simply pull the offending fabric aside and plunge his stiff cock hard into her dripping pussy. Over and over, he drove his hardened erection into her; they were not making love, but rutting like animals in heat. Pam lifted her hips to meet his every thrust, adding force to his penetration. His hungry mouth sucked her nipple hard, causing her to groan in both pleasure and pain, but never did she consider asking him to stop.

Harder and harder, he drove into her, relentless in his desire to bring her to orgasm, and fill her with his own hot seed. Pam cried out, her fingers digging deep into his upper arms as her back arched and her body released incredible spasms of orgasmic pleasure. The pulsing sensation of her pussy gripping tight around his cock was all that he had been waiting for. With a deep groan, his cock burst within her, releasing a flood Konak travesti of hot, thick cream that overflowed from her tight hole and ran down the crack of her ass and into the sand.

Spent at last, Gordon eased himself down on top of her, and Pam hugged him close as his cock softened inside her, both of them panting and struggling to regain their breath. As their bodies calmed, and senses returned, Gordon heard a soft grunting sound behind them. When he looked around, he was shocked to see a man in his mid-thirties leaning back against a large boulder, his cock in his hand, cum dripping down and covering a rock at his feet. Hie eyes were closed, obviously enrapt in the heat of his pleasure as his cock softened in his hand.

Gordon was unsure as to whether he should be angry with the man, or invite him to join them. As much as he was shocked that someone had been watching them, he found the idea of being watched quite thrilling. Pam straightened her bathers, and reached for her tee shirt, covering her body as best she could. She was blushing so badly that she looked sunburned. Together, they sat silently and waited for the man to finish, at a loss for what to do next.

When the man opened his eyes again, he realized Gordon and Pam were watching him, and he panicked. Tucking his cum-covered cock back into his shorts, he turned and ran up the beach, vanishing into the bushes.

Gordon rose to his feet, reaching out a hand to help Pam up. For a moment they looked at one another, and then up the beach to where the stranger had vanished. The tension and confusion was obvious to them both, neither of them truly comprehending what had just happened. All of a sudden, Pam burst out in a fit of laughter, and Gordon was quick to join her. They were both a little embarrassed about what had happened; still, as they thought back over their wild actions, imagining the scene they must have presented as the man stumbled upon them, they both felt a little wicked and hot.

Brushing some sand from Pam’s cheek, he gave her a wicked smirk. “Perhaps we should sell tickets next time.”

Pam was consumed by another burst of laughter, wrapping her arms about Gordon and kissing him hard. “How about we cool off with a swim, Lover?”

Hand in hand, they raced for the water, throwing their hats aside and plunging into the cool ocean. They felt like two kids at play, and were enjoying every second of it. Later that evening, thoughts of the stranger watching them spurred them on to new sexual heights. Each morning, for the rest of their vacation, they returned to the rocks and made hot, animalistic love. They imagined that the strange man was still there watching them, his cock in his hand, stroking himself hard and fast as he watched them fuck.

Pam and Gordon never returned to that holiday cabin on the beach, but they had memories that would always make them hot on cold winter nights, for a very long time to cum.

I have often wondered what it would be like to come and visit you. I would love to see your town and more importantly, you. I think I would come in May or early June… I would maybe wear white slacks with a silky red or pink blouse, low healed shoes, my pearl studs and a very big smile. I could picture my flight and feel the excitement. Then the cab ride over to your house and the slow walk up to your house. I can even see you opening the door for me and taking my suitcase as you invite me in.

Of course I would be coming to visit you just as a friend so you would take my suitcase and show me to the guestroom. I bet it would be lovely. You would offer me a drink and I would slip off my shoes and we would sit outside sipping a beer and chatting in your garden. You would tell me how glad you were that I came and I would smile back and tell you how nice it was to be there.

We would put some steaks on the BBQ, toss a salad and throw some potatoes in the oven to bake. As you grilled we would sip another beer and chat some more. You would convince me that I must try the wine because it is really good. After dinner we would tidy up (since neither of us could stand to leave the mess) and go into the living room and relax with the rest of the wine.

We would cover all the things we had discussed before and we would keep telling each other how we couldn’t believe this visit was really happening. I would pretend I did not see your eyes as they wandered over my body. We would, of course skirt many sexual topics – never really giving in – just teasing each other. I would feel so relaxed from the wine but tired from the trip and I would ask you if I could take a bath before heading to bed. ‘Of course’ you would say, ‘go ahead.’

Generously pouring bubble bath into the tub, the water pressure would cause the bubbles to almost overflow. The soft pretty scent would slip under the door and I can almost hear you inhaling deeply trying to capture the fragrance on the other side of the door. Sinking deep into the warm water and soft bubbles, I would call out to you and of course you being the gentleman that you are would just yell through the door and not come in. But I would insist. You would open it and peek in to see only my brunette head above a huge mound of white bubbles and the fragrance would hit you between the eyes and make you harden right where you stood. I would smile and ask you to bring us some more wine and suggest that you come in and visit with me.

Finally I would convince you to join me. You would then lower the lid on the commode and sit sipping your own wine after you handed me my glass. I would be so tired and relaxed from the bath, wine and great company I would close my eyes while yours would strain to peek through the bubbles. We would talk about our plans and the things Üçyol travesti we could do while I was visiting. When you become silent I would open my eyes to see you kneeling next to the tub. Your hand would slide beneath the water to slide up the inside of my leg. I would smile and my eyes would encourage you to continue. Your hands would push away the bubbles so you could peek at my breasts for the very first time. Just the look from your eyes would harden my nipples. Your hand would slide up and down my legs, teasingly close to my centre but not touching me. I would even move a little to allow you access but you would avoid me, teasing me as we both know I would want you to touch me there.

I would have had enough of your teasing so I would try to tease you right back. I would put down my wineglass and stand up. Water would run down with clumps of bubbles getting caught on the hilly terrain of my body before loosening and falling with the water back into the tub. Smiling down at you still kneeling, I would lift one leg to step out of the tub knowing full well that you could see my shaven lips as I did so. I would reach for the fluffy towel but you would stand up and grab it from my hand to pat my skin dry yourself.

You would start at my neck and pat down my chest and tummy, turning me gently to dry my back, bum and legs. Then you would dry my feet and up the inside of my legs. I would open them slightly so you could pat the towel there, but you would only pat me once before you knelt down again to kiss me. I would feel the breath whoosh out of my lungs from the contact of your lips on my nether lips. Ironically, we have not even kissed each other on the mouth yet. I would feel the heat of your breath as your tongue flicked over my clit and then as it slid across my smooth shaven lips. I would lift my leg and place it on the wet tub ledge to open myself for you. I would close my eyes but I would feel your eyes on me; looking closely at that special part of me. Just you looking at me like that would cause the natural moisture of my body to flow. You would see it glisten on the thin lips and you would reach in to taste me. Your mouth no longer teasing but pushing in deep to taste me… really taste me.

When you felt my legs weaken, you would know that I was about to collapse so you would move away taking me by my hand to lead me to your room. You would be fully clothed with me naked standing at the foot of your bed. Finally, you would pull me into your arms for our first kiss. Your hands would slide up and down my bare back before cupping my ass to pull me onto your erection. My hand would sneak down between us because I would want to desperately touch you. My fingers would cup and squeeze you gently making you moan.

I would step back to help you undress and when Alanya Travesti you were naked too, we would hug to enjoy the fantastic feel of skin on bare skin. My breasts would crush into your chest; tummy to tummy, your hands would grip my ass and pull me tight.. After kissing me once again, we would pull apart just to look at each other. Realizing that we could no longer take this slow and easy, we would hastily crawl onto the bed. I would go first making sure my ass was up as I crawled to the top of the bed to the pillows, knowing that I was teasing and tantalizing you with the view between my legs. You would scramble up close behind me as if you didn’t want to be parted for even a moment. Turning over as I reached the top, I would feel the warmth of your skin as your body would fall over me and your hands would hold mine up beside my head as you kiss me hard.

The kisses would no longer be slow and lingering but passionate and eager. Your head would lower to suck on a hardened nipple, almost biting it before your hot mouth clasped over the other one. Your hands would be holding mine still. Your face would lower to kiss my tummy and your lips would graze the soft bit of hair that covers my pubis. You would inhale deeply; to capture the scent of the bubbles or me, I am not sure which. But I do know your cock would be pressing against my leg telling me that you liked whichever scent it was. I would even feel the first moisture of precum on my thigh as you would slide further down to place your hands on my ass and open my legs for more. The thumbs on both your hands would open my lips wide so your eyes could feast on the pink moist skin hidden away and shown only in these most intimate of moments. Your tongue would slip out to flick at my clit and my ass would tighten in your palms as it would lift from the bed. Liking my reaction, your face would come in closer for more. Your tongue would delve deep inside and retract as if your tongue was a little cock and it was fucking me. I would moan and whisper yes… so quietly, you would not even be sure you heard it. Your tongue would fuck me continuously and my cunt would just get wetter and wetter. You could tell when I was about to cum so you would lift your mouth to close your lips over my clit and you would suck it – hard. I would lift and buck and you would feel my ass cheeks tremble in your hands as I erupted. I would come. You would open my lips again so you could see the shiny liquid as it painted the pink skin and your tongue would slide over the smooth surface to taste it all. The scent of my arousal would mingle with all the other scents in the room. As the tension would ease out of my body, you would try to touch my clit but I would move from you. It would be too sensitive for you to touch it again so soon.

My hand Konyaaltı travesti would slide down to grip your cock and I would pull you up to me. I would place the pillows behind my head and ask you to fuck my face. You would slide up and straddle my chest and as you sat down slightly I would feel your balls as they rested between my breasts. We would both feel it; the warmth and the tension. My hand would grip you and pull you to me and I would open my mouth as I looked into your eyes. I would see so much passion there I would have to look away. My mouth would close over your cock. I would hear you moan.

My tongue would slide across the head tasting the precum that was seeping from you. The bulbous tip would be soft and smooth. I would slide my tongue across the slit and would try to poke it inside, just a little. My hand would grip your shaft tighter, sliding up and down very slowly. I would hold you in my mouth and I would refuse to move. I would take your hands and place them in my hair on either side of my head and tell you with my eyes, that if you want to come you would have to fuck my face. Slowly you would slide in and out of my lips as you gripped my hair gently. My hand would slip under to cup your balls and I would feel your grip tighten in my hair as I touched you. Your hips would push forward and I would moan in pleasure as I know you could not move slowly anymore. Almost frantic now, you would grip my hair and fuck my face as my hand cupped your balls tighter and it would slide along the smooth path to your anus. I would feel your cock swell even more in my mouth and I would feel your pace increase as would our passion. I would feel the tightness of your balls and I would know that you are going to come soon. I would suck you in, making my mouth grip you tightly as I could. My fingers would tease your ass and push on that special spot. I would hear you moan and I would know you are about to come. I would feel you grip my hair and tense up, thrusting, moaning and groaning as the air escaped from your mouth. You would scream my name. My fingers would press tight; on that special spot; preventing you from coming.

You would cum though; although you would not release your seed. You couldn’t. You would feel the entire orgasm without ejecting anything. I would let you slip from my mouth and when I would let go of that ‘spot’, you would come again. This time you would spew hot white come all over my face, neck and breasts. I would watch your face screw up as if you were in pain. Ohhhh, but what pain! I would feel your body go limp as you collapsed gently on my body before rolling to the side to rest next to me.

When you could finally speak, you would whisper as if that was all you had the strength to do. You would remind me that you are not 19 anymore and that it would take awhile for you to recover, but when you do you will fuck me like I have never been fucked before. I would just smile and tell you not to worry, because I had planned on staying awhile. That’s of course, if I really came to visit you.

© Misty’s Erotic Stories, 2005

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Thrash Maxim pulled his monster truck into his garage because it was raining and he didn’t want to get wet.

“Dammit,” grated Thrash Maxim, as the roof of his monster truck scraped along the garage door. His truck was too goddamn big for the goddamn garage, goddammit. The squealing appeal of sheet metal grinding against sheet metal was ignored by Thrash as he pushed on the pedal that made the truck go faster, pushing the pulsating machine into the unwilling garage, which was just seventeen years old.

The babysitter came rushing in, because of the noise she heard.

“Are you okay, Mr. Maxim?” she asked with concern, her blonde hair shining in the spotlight that Thrash used to blind deer when he was hunting. Her really big tits strained against her Catholic school uniform, and Thrash could see that her blue eyes stared admiringly at the muscular muscles in his biceps as he throwed down the rope ladder so she could get in the truck.

“I’m going to take you home now,” growled Thrash, admiring her perfect DD 38-24-36 body and 10-7-5 legs and size 5 and 3/4 head as she got in the car. A button popped on her uniform blouse.

“But what about your kids?” she asked Belek travesti with concern, her blonde hair hanging in her eyes as she hungrily stared at his package.

“They’ll be fine,” grunted Thrash, his powerful and demanding presence impressing the young girl, who had just turned 18 the second after he pulled into the seventeen year old garage.

They drove for a while and the girl talked about something, homework or some shit, and how she hoped she could impress the captain of the football team on their big date, but she was sure she wouldn’t know how because she was very inexperienced with what boys wanted her to do, but again she reiterated that she sured hoped she could please him in some way so that he would ask her out again, maybe to the prom.

“What you need to do,” Thrash said with his deep voice, “Is learn to suck cock real good.”

“Okay, but how?” she asked with concern.

Thrash Maxim unzipped his fly and put the truck in third gear so that she have more room to work on his enormous tool. The babysitter gawked at the size, which was much larger than any she’d seen, especially since she was a virgin. Measuring it, she noted that it was exactly eleven inches long and a full six inches in circumference. She tried to calculate the diameter, but was having problems remembering the formula as Thrash pushed it past her cherry red lips and knocked her tonsils around vigorously with his man meat tool poker thing.

“That’s it you damn teenager, suck that cock,” Kemer travesti grimaced Thrash as the virgin gave his totem pole a tongue job.

“Hmm sish serkum hmmphm-” she said with concern, as he put his hand on the back of her blonde hair and showed her how to bob up and down on his giant member.

“That’s right baby, six inches circumference,” Thrash replied. “Oooh. Oooh. Oooh. Oooh yeah. I’m going to blow my load right in your virgin mouth.”

Thrash blew his load right in her virgin mouth.

“Gawddammint!” yelled Thrash. There was a hitchhiker at the stop sign, watching them, and the hitchhiker was his own sister!!!!!!!

“Hey sis,” Thrash grated. “Wassssup!”

His sister noticed that the babysitter was still gulping down a huge load of cum, but she pretended not to notice. “Can I get a lift, bro?”

“Sure thing,” Thrash grunted. “Hop on in.”

They drove along for a while, listening to All Things Considered on NPR as the storm raged around them. Eventually the rain got so heavy that Thrash had to pull over, for safety, until the storm abated somewhat and got less heavy with the rain.

Thrash’s sister, Tina, was blonde and blue, 22, 36-24-35 and was 5’5″, but Thrash never knew her hat size, and she’d been away at college. She’d often heard her brother whack off at night when they were growning up, but it really turned her on to see how much he’d cum on the poor babysitter. Now she stared at this package in the dim light, hoping to get an idea of Konyaaltı travesti how big her big brother was.

Thrash caught her eyeballing his crotch, and hastily he tried to put his dick back in his pants before she caught him and could tell his wife or his mother what he’d been doing with the babysitter.

“I see what you two have been doing,” Tina said.

Thrash explained that he was just showing her how to please a man for the big date she was going to have.

“Then let me show her how it’s done, big brother, or I’ll tell Mom on you.”

“Okay,” Thrash grunted, because there was no way out of it now. He was going to have to fuck his own sister!

“What about her,” Thrash mumbled as his sister swallowed him, but the babysitter simply lifted her plaid skirt and started fingering herself as she watched and learned.

“O GOD!” She screamed. “O GOD I’M CUMMING FROM WATCHING YOU TWO.”

Thrash noticed that the babysitter wasn’t wearing any panties, and that she was very wet, so he fucked her while his sister sucked on her tits. Then she sucked on her clit while he shoved his cock in her mouth, before switching so she could suck it a little while fingered her ass and she licked her pussy, then they switched again so he could fuck her in the ass while she watched and fingered herself, and then he pulled out and came on both of them. There was plenty of room for all this because Thrash had a monster truck and they were all in it.

“DAMN I’M CUMMING ON BOTH OF YOU!!!!!!” Thrashed screamed as he came on them, covering the babysitter and HIS OWN SISTER with his man juice.

“Yes! Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes,” yelled his own sister, Tina.

“Oh Mr. Maxim, I’m learning so much. Ah, my eye. This stuff stings!” cried the babysitter.

THE END

She slipped silently from her room letting the apartment door shut behind her with a small click. She waited. Just the creaking sounds of the old pipes and the whirr of the deaf neighbor’s infomercials could be heard. She crept towards his apartment down the hall, holding her favorite black fringe shoes in her hand. She didn’t want any of the nosy tenants to know she was awake. They liked to gossip. The wood was slippery against the soles of her feet, her blood was alive with adrenaline. She reached his battered door a little nervous, and feeling foolish about her brashness. She rested her palm against the heavy door and closed her eyes, pondering if she should turn back. The door opened noiselessly, startling her. Blood flushed through her face and her heart fluttered. He knew she was coming, the door was already open.

She crept into the small apartment, stopping briefly to refit M’s favorite shoes on her feet. Fever was playing from somewhere inside the apartment, muffled and quiet. The window facing the roof was thrown open and she click-clacked towards it letting her feet announce her arrival. She peaked her head out onto the small flat top roof. He had the best location in the building. Top floor with a small roof deck overlooking the streets below. A bum was stumbling drunkenly, muttering to himself while the busy Chicago nightlife buzzed in the distance. The honk of angry cabbies, the cat calls of cocky Italians, the dull roar of engines as they sped up and slowed down– dancing to the rhythm of the streetlights.

He was waiting for her, lounging on the old leather couch he had put on the roof. His thinking place. She watched him, his eyes closed. She could feel the rhymes churning in his head, the fast pace of his wit rolling out in his mind. She slid herself down next to him, tugging at her short dress and crossed her legs, left over right. She snuggled in close to him, letting him put his arm around her. She felt safe. She grinned at him, catching his eyes with hers. He smiled. Oh how she loved when he smiled at her. She saw his heart in those Lara Travesti moments. His good nature, worn proudly on his face. She was nervous, he did this to her every time. Butterflies. No, stronger than that. He made her swirl with vertigo. He was about to say something, but she didn’t come here to talk. She didn’t want to loose her nerve so she kissed him. Softly at first, tentative. Feeling the shape of his lips in hers. She pulled away a little, worried she had come on a little unexpectedly, but he just looked at her with that look. He always seemed to be one step ahead of her. He anticipated her in the most profound ways, it was hard to surprise him. So she kissed him again, harder this time, searching his mouth with her tongue lightly. He tasted like peppermint and the rich tannins of red wine. He had poured a glass for her, but it sat untasted next to the couch.

She pulled herself on top of him, wedging her knee between the armrest and his thigh so she could straddle him. She grabbed the side of his face, pulling him to her while rocking her body closer to his. She just never felt close enough to him. She let her mouth wander away from his wonderful lips to his collar bones, kissing her way up his neck, sucking gently at the base of his ear. He sighed and grabbed at her back and she rocked into him harder, kissing him again on the lips. Her body ached for him. She felt hot and anxious, a caged tiger. She giggled as he slid his hands up her short dress to grab onto her ass while they kissed. She was getting wet just having his hands on her.

She let him pull her dress up over her head. He smiled at her a little shocked, she had “forgotten” her skivvies. She let his hands roam to her aching clit pulling his face to her chest. She leaned back, her heels digging into her thighs a little as she held one hand on the armrest, one on her ankle as he touched her. He always knew just how to drive her crazy. Heat flushed her face again as his skilled fingers rubbed her sex and she let out a little squeak of pleasure. It embarrassed her Manavgat travesti a little, snapping her out of the moment.

She looked at him hungrily, clawing at his shirt, ripping it up over his head. She kissed his taut and defined chest. Feeling the ripples of his muscles under her touch. She unbuttoned his pants quickly. She couldn’t wait to have him any longer, her body ached for his huge cock. She tore his boxers down, throwing them on the dirty roof next to his pants and shirt. “Oh baby, I love your cock. I’ve wanted it all day.” She pleaded at him. He made her stir-crazy and wild. She straddled him again, easing herself down onto him slowly. Her body throbbed as he entered her, she could feel the pulse of him tight against her insides. He filled her completely so it was always a shock to her when he first entered, her body having to stretch to accommodate all of him. She gasped and closed her eyes, bouncing slowly on his rigid dick. His hands grabbed roughly at her breasts squeezing them, drawing them to his mouth. His lips were wet and warm. She closed her eyes and fell forward towards him, picking up the pace in his lap. She loved how he pounded into her, each thrust made her shiver, made her body tense. He fit inside her so well. She started to rock back and forth on him, letting his dick hit new places inside her. She moaned uncontrollably, grabbing at his muscular shoulders as he pushed her hips down onto his, grinding into her.

She felt his hands at her clit again and leaned back. Thrusting up and down on his dick while he stroked her. She could feel the fire stirring in her thighs, they quivered. She lifted herself off him for a minute, turning her body around to face away from him. She didn’t have much control in this position so he grabbed at her hips, bouncing her up and down on his cock, ramming into her. She leaned forward, grabbing at the couch, needing to grab onto something. She eased up again, slowing their pace. He narrowed one eye at her and she grinned “I’m sorry baby, you’ll make me cum too soon and you Side travesti haven’t fucked me from behind yet.”

He grabbed her long blond hair and threw her off of him over the the side of the couch gently. she let her elbows rest on the worn leather arm and spread her legs as he positioned himself behind her. “M, fuck me, please baby, fuck me so hard. I love how you feel inside me.” She tilted her body towards him. He entered her hard and fast, she gasped, falling onto her forearms, letting her hair hang over the side of the couch. His huge dick slid in and out of her, her ass shaking with each thrust. He squeezed and spanked it as he fucked her, each smack sending a ripple of tingling pleasure and pain up her spine. She forced her body back into his as he pushed into hers. Their skin smacking together. Somewhere below them the bum had stumbled into a trash can and was cursing. He would pass out soon, she wondered if he could hear her moaning. She didn’t care, moaning louder as she felt her knees buckle. “Oh baby I’m about to cum” He knew what to do. He pulled her hair back to him, her back arched as he fucked her as hard as he could. Her body quaked with white hot heat, it rippled across her back and stung into her muscles. She came hard, falling forward calling out his name into the arm of the couch. He came right after her, she felt his dick pulse inside her.

They stayed there for a second, panting and getting their bearings. He slowly slid out of her, resting back against the opposite armrest. A half-smile on his face. She crawled over to him to kiss him lightly before resting her head on his chest on arm at her side, the other opposite her face. She listened to his heart quiet, feeling him stroke her hair slowly. They listened. The loud crunch of the garbage truck being fed by the grizzly bearded men trash men echoed in the alleyway below them. The bum stirred in his cardboard box, a cat hissed, a neighboring building window slammed shut. They rested there together in silence, drinking in the sounds of the city. She pulled the soft afghan off the back of the couch and laid it over most of herself and half way up his chest. She closed her eyes and snuggled closer into his warmth. He stroked her hair softly, whispering sweet nothings to her as she fell asleep in his arms, basking in the hazy late night heat.

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PROLOG

Travel. I hate it. Putting up with airports, lost luggage, lousy hotels, and the cheapest cars-to-let that the company will grudgingly approve are some of the high points. People. Well people are the other issue, usually. Humanity is a wonderful concept; although humans endeavourer to completely bugger this up on a regular basis. Sometimes though, you come across a nice human that just needs some understanding and assistance.

ONE

As I watched Anna walk back to the village I looked down as the thin lace thong in my hand. “Well, bugger.” I mumbled under my breath. I wondered about the local options for ‘Plan B’ out here. Not bloody likely, I thought. Although the Libs had made ‘day after’ contraception legal and available for the asking, you still needed a chemist to proscribe it. In the more conservative, and especially the rural areas, Anna would need to travel to a larger city to keep her accident from making the headlines in the local garden discussions that the ol’ biddies held every morning while hanging wash out to dry.

Inverness was not a far drive, but many in the village traveled there for the large Tesco and other shops that the local villages could not support. Most likely she would need to spend a day or two and travel to Edinburg or Dundee to ‘safely’ get her mistake corrected.

I looked again at her thong before I slipped it in to my pocket and headed back to my room for the night, thinking about how good she felt on my cock and actually feeling a bit sorry for her.

Waking the next morning at the insistence of my phone alarm, I rose, grabbed a fast shower and headed downstairs to see what I could Üçyol travesti muster up for breakfast before driving back to the MoD site for the second day of inspection.

Stacy was sitting on a stool at the end of the bar working on a stack of papers and occasionally entering something on a laptop. She glanced up as I entered the room.

“Good morning, Stacy.” I said as I walked over to a sideboard that had several rolls and sweetmeats on it.

“Good morning, Thomas. I trust you slept well last night?” Stacy asked.

“I did. Was not quite ready to get up this morning.” Did I hear something odd in her voice, I thought. Na, just not fully awake yet.

“I thought you would. Your breakfast will be up in a few minutes. Have a seat where you like.” She said.

OK, so now I am awake, and what does she know. I’ll need to look for a camera before it gets dark today. I made a non-committal grunt and a nod.

Breakfast arrived shortly and to my surprise the eggs Benedict over salmon and crab was wonderful.

After I finished, Stacy slipped off the stool and came over with a paper cup and a few tea bags. “There is hot water in the carafe and some paper bags in the drawer for take away, if you would like a bite later.”

“Thank you, I am running a bit late so take away is probably for the best.” I said.

“More the pity, I’d enjoy your company this morning. Perhaps you will have supper with me tonight?” Stacy said as she placed her hand on my arm.

“Well, considering the alternatives are go hungry or suffer an MRE, I will be in for supper.” I said.

Stacy laughed. “No, silly man, I meant would you have supper with me, not just have supper here. Tonight is usually the slow night of the week and I don’t expect more than a few regulars. I usually let my staff run the place and act like a customer.”

“Oh, well in that case, I would be honoured to sup with you this eve.” I said, with a slight bow.

“Wonderful, what time should I expect you?” Stacy asked?

“Well, typically if all goes well I finish the second day by 1630. If things don’t go well, 1730 is my cut-off regardless. How does 1900 suit you?” I asked.

“1900, suites me fine. Casual dress, by the way. I don’t do formal.” she said.

“Fortunate for me, I can do casual, and short of a trip to High Street, that is about it. Where shall I met you?” I asked.

“Oh, just pop in. I’ll save you a spot at the bar.” Stacy giggled as she finished the sentence. I wondered what the joke was, but had a feeling I would find out.

“I’ll see you tonight, then.” I said.

Stacy leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Looking forward to it.” she said as she smiled and headed back to the bar to continue her paperwork.

I slipped a couple biscuits and some jelly packs in the paper bag, filled the insulated paper cup with hot water and an Earl Gray, and then started for the car.

I thought about the prior night as I drove up to the MoD site. Screwing the local school teacher was an unexpected pleasure. The married local school teacher, I corrected myself. Well, to be fair, she wanted it, and actually started it to boot. Although blowing a load up her cunny was not what she wanted, it was about unavoidable at the time. So, the question remained, where was the camera, and what sort of resolution did it have. I had to assume Stacy had something out there and either she was watching the feed or had seen it this morning.

Most CCTV systems, even the 199 pound Tesco specials, had a motion activated recording mode now. Some were more advanced than others and could differentiate between a small animal or weather and a human, a few had quite good low lux imagery. An IR illumination lamp or two could make a patio as bright as noon without the human eye seeing more than a very dull deep red glow if they looked right at the lamp. Very easy to overlook if you were not actually looking for it. The downside was everything was normally in black and white. Well, shades of gray actually. Perhaps 50 shades, if my suspicions were correct.

TWO

The day went slowly, one inspection checklist after another. Each function and person performing as expected in a highly controlled and highly classified facility. A few minor issues here and there got documented, and most were able to be corrected right away. Those that could not, were entered in the facilities master log for correction later.

What seemed like endless hours later, I climbed back up the four flights of stairwell to the surface and fresh air. As much as the air in any high security compartmented underground facility is filtered, it still smells like a mix of old socks, stale crackers, and something electrical that only exists in a telephone central office, but I’m buggered if I have ever figured out what actually makes that smell.

I made it back to the inn by 1815 and had enough time to clean up and still make it down to the pub in in time for my ‘date’.

I Alanya Travesti walked in a few minutes before 1900 and Stacy was at the end of the bar in a very sheer light yellow sleeveless top, matching camisole, modern ‘loud’ MaCleod kilt, and dark gray button boots that came to mid calf. The top did little to hide her impressive chest and my dick started to get hard the moment I saw her and I had to fight like hell to keep it from becoming a protrusive problem in my slacks.

I headed towards her as she turned from a conversation with the bartender and saw me, a smile came to her face.

Joining her at the almost empty bar, she gave me a quick but affectionate hug. “I see you made it back from the dark bowels of Her Majesties fortress.” she said as she release me from her hug.

“Well, leef fair maiden, t’was an epoch battle of wits against beasts legion, but your siker knight errant did slay with wisdom, that and a sharp pencil were my saviour.” I quipped.

That got a laugh from Stacy and several near enough to hear. “Well, come hither my errant knight, your lady is hungry.”

Stacy took my arm and lead me to a corner table already set with water, a carafe of wine, and bread covered in linen in a wicker basket. I pulled her chair out and sat her then took my own seat.

As I unfolded my napkin and placed it across my thigh I asked how her day went.

“Oh, more of the same. Unloaded the lorry this morning, stocked the pantry and back bar, fought the paper monsters, and discovered the Libs are trying to raise the alcohol taxes, again. Just another day in the hinterlands.” Stacy said as she placed her napkin across her lap.

“You may have had more fun than I did. The paper monsters were the totality of my day.” I said as I took a sip of the wine. “Mmm, this is quite good. What is it?”

“Just a house blush, I get a good deal if I order it in by the half barrel. It’s an Italian vineyard that provides wine for some of the commercial restaurants, but the owners are family friends, so they set up a small side distribution for me.” Stacy said.

“Speaking of family, the MacLeod kilt?” I left the question open.

“Yes, direct lineage. My full name is Stacy Ann Margarat MacLeod.” she said.

“Well, that is a surprise. I also trace back on the line, but some priest screwed up the spelling around 1840 and we have been stuck with the weather version. The colour looks good on you.” I said.

“Hmmm, you did not happen to bring your kilt with?” Stacy asked with a sly smile.

“Alas, no. I try to travel with as little as possible. The company kit is more than enough to cause problems if I need to fly. If I can get away with a backpack for the rest I’m all about it. Fortunately, I rarely need to wear a suite on site visits, they are not conducive to my work generally. Why do you ask?” I said.

Stacy, the sly smile still on her lips, looked in to her wine glass. “Oh, just a passing thought. I take it there is no Mrs. MacCloud?”

“No, never seemed to find the time. University, military, and then this job keeps me on travel at least half the time. The rest I’m usually out riding or playing radio.” I said, watching her eyes.

Stacy looked up as she took a sip of wine. “Riding and playing radio?”

“I have a BMW adventure motorbike and I also have my amateur radio operator license. Between the two, they really can fill up time. The motorbike is wonderful to see the countryside and the radio is great for times when the weather is crap.” I said.

The server arrived then and placed a plate of thinly sliced braised duck, peas, carrots, and baked potato before us.

“I do hope you don’t mind I picked out the meal?” Stacy said.

“No, not at all, this looks and smells wonderful.” I said.

As we ate we made small talk, discussing the motorbike trips I had taken, life in a small village and whatnot’s. A few times I felt her foot brush against my leg.

THREE

After dinner and desert, spotted dick and clotted cream, the pub was empty. As Stacy mentioned that morning, there had not been more than an handful of customers that evening. Stacy suggested we take a stroll over to her cottage so her staff could close up.

As we left the inn, I offered my arm and she placed her hand in mine. She walked close to me, her height only a couple inches less than I, made the fit natural.

Her cottage was on the opposite side of the inn property, perhaps 100 meters away, but was isolated by a grass field with a small grove of trees blocking the inn from the sight line. As we walked up the lane to her cottage we simply enjoyed each other without words.

Reaching the cottage, Stacy asked “Inside or outside?”

“Well it is your place so…?” I said.

“Hmmm, it’s a nice warm night, give me a moment I’ll be right back.” Stacy said and quickly walked to the cottage door. Leaving it open she came back in a moment with a long taper on a candle platter. Taking my hand Konyaaltı travesti she lead me to a paver patio in front of the cottage and placed the candle on a stone table a few feet from a padded wooden covered bench.

Sitting, she patted the bench pad next to her and I took the cue, sitting next to her.

“I don’t often get to sit out, usually the weather is not cooperating or I’m too tired from the inn. Even more rarely do I have any pleasant company to sit with.” Stacy said.

“It’s not often I have a chance to do the same. I try and stay occupied, but sometimes doing nothing is nice too. I just don’t get to do it in such a quiet place. I’m based out of London and my flat there is just off the Thames in Battersea. I can’t remember the last time it was actually dark and I don’t think quiet is ever a term that would apply. Well, at least not in the last 200 years. The only redeeming features is I’m minutes from the office and the A3 gets me out of the city in a reasonable time.” I said as I leaned back. The bench swing shifted a bit and I found us both somewhat reclined.

“Oh, I should have warned you, this is a swing and a recliner. Makes for a nice nap lounger, the few times I get to enjoy it.” Stacy said as she shifted and turned towards me a bit.

“I would just think so, seems purpose built for naps and like activities.” I said as I moved a bit to let her settle in next to me. I could feel her breasts pressing against my side as she rested her head on my shoulder.

“Yes, and like activities.” She said as I felt her lips brush my neck.

I turned my head slightly and she moved to kiss my neck and across my cheek. Her fingers traced a slow circle across my chest. Letting her lead, I slipped my fingers across her flat tummy and just under her breasts, feeling the silk of her sheer top. Her fingers found my right nipple as her lips met mine. I kissed her softly and slipped my fingers up across her left breast, caressing her tenderly, her nipple hard and erect through her top and bra. As her mouth opened and our tongues met she pinched my nipple. I returned the touch and she moaned into my mouth, her kiss turning to desire.

Uncountable minutes later she broke the kiss and nibbled her way to my ear. “I hope you don’t think I seduce my costumers on a regular basis. It’s just that it’s been a long while…” she whispered.

Before I could say anything, Stacy’s hand slipped inside the waistband of my pants. I helped her by undoing my belt. The button and zipper were quickly opened and her hand was soon wrapped around my hard shaft and slowly stroking it. I cupped her breast and continued to play with her nipple as her lips nibbled on my ear.

After I shifted just a bit, Stacy was able to get my shaft out the fly of my boxers and was tracing her fingers along my balls in between her strokes. I let my fingers move to the top button of her silk top and opened it, tracing my fingers across her skin along the top of her camisole before moving to open the rest of her blouse.

As I finished with the last button, Stacy sat up and pulled her blouse off then reached back and undid her strapless bra, before slipping it off from under the camisole. She leaned back in and slid her tongue into my mouth for a moment, then she slid back on the bench and put her face in my lap. I watched her as she ran her tongue around the tip of my dick and then slowly began to lick all the way down to my balls and back up the other side. As soon as she reached the tip of my cock-head, she slipped her lips over the head and ran her tongue around the head and across the pee-slit several times.

While she toyed with my cock, I lifted the back of her skirted kilt and ran my fingers along the back of her legs and across her ass cheeks. Not surprised to find her without any panties, she spread her legs and I was soon sliding my fingers along her very wet and slick cunt lips. Using three fingers, I collected a goodly bit of her wetness and spread it up and around her anus. As she took more of my cock into her mouth, I used a finger and gently teased it into her arse-hole in-between dipping my index finger up her wet cunt. We quickly found a rhythm as as my finger entered either her twat or her anus, she took my cock deeper into her mouth.

She soon found the deepest she could take me was about three quarters of my length before she started gagging. For my efforts, due to the angle of my hand, I was not able to get a finger into both her cunt and arse at the same time. Although the angle was problematic, Stacy started to climax after a few minutes of my fingering her holes. I felt her cunt begin to clench on my finger before her first moan. As I worked her cunt, clit and arse-hole, Stacy’s climax continued to build and she reciprocated by trying to work the rest of my dick into her mouth. Her orgasm was sudden and so violent that I had to pull my hand from between her legs and hold her hips to keep her from falling off the recliner. She arched backwards, my dick slipping from her mouth, her entire body shaking as her climax took hold. After a few moments, the orgasm passed and she put her head back in my lap. I slipped my hand back between her legs and found she had squired an immense amount of her cum from her pussy.

Our dogs needed to get some exercise and run around off the leash. There is a nearby park but it often has people there and our dogs are very friendly – too friendly – and can be a nuisance to non-dog people. There also happens to be a vacant lot very close by and I sometimes take the dogs there to run around off-leash.

Earlier today I went there and let the dogs off once we were safely away from the main street and they ran off as usual. The lot itself is heavily wooded and very secluded from the main street and I always wondered why more people didn’t bring their dogs here but I had never seen a soul there. This time, however, when I got to the back of the lot where the dogs were, I saw someone sitting on an old stump. At first I thought someone else might be there with their dogs as well but a quick scan told me that wasn’t the case. As I got closer I could see it was a young girl, well not that young but college aged. She looked familiar and I didn’t want to intrude into her space, but the stump she was sitting on was right by the path and I had no choice.

As I approached her, I could tell she was quite attractive and wearing tight shorts and t-shirt. We live in a family neighborhood that is very affluent by most standards – lots of doctors, lawyers and business people. Seeing one of the neighbor girls out here was a bit strange.

When I was about 10 feet away, she said, “Hey mister, I’ll suck your cock for $20.”

I stopped in my tracks and at first I had to replay in my mind what she said to make sure I heard her correctly. I responded with “Why would you want to do that?”

After all, there is no way a girl like this needed $20 that desperately.

With a mischievous smile, she said “Because I like to suck cock.”

As much as I would have loved to have her suck Bornova travesti my cock, I figure she was bullshitting me so I decided to joke around. I asked her, “If you like sucking cock so much, then why does it cost $20?”

She laughed and answered, “Because I like money, too.”

I laughed and said, “Good one. What are you really doing out here?”

She responded with, “Everything is locked down and I was bored so I wandered over here.”

Covid had shut just about everything down in our area of Connecticut and I understood why she would be bored and frustrated – we all were.

I jokingly asked, “So you came out here hoping some random guy would walk by so you could suck his cock?”

She said, “Well, why not, you’re here, so it must be working?”

I answered, “Sort of. I’m a random guy I guess but all we’re doing is talking.”

She took this as a challenge and didn’t want to lose the point, so then she said, “OK. Pull out your cock and I’ll suck it right now.”

I said “No way. I do that and you might claim I exposed myself to you.”

She rolled her eyes like only a teenage girl can do and said “Seriously?”

She then pulled up her top and unclasped her bra to expose two perfectly formed teenage tits. These were the kind you dream about and she even had tan lines.

I was staring dumbly and she broke my stupor with “Do you like them?” I didn’t respond but instinctively reached down to adjust my now raging dick in my pants. She noticed this of course and said “Pull it out”.

I said “You really are serious, aren’t you? Why are you doing this?”

She answered, “I told you, I’m bored. I can’t go back to my dorm at college, and I’m tired of watching porn. When I saw you walk over here, I decided to get some real cock.”

At last, Buca travesti I was finally convinced so I unzipped my pants and slid them down along with my boxers to expose my raging dick. I walked up to her and she took it into her mouth like it was the most normal thing in the world to suck off a stranger. As she was giving me head, I reached down to play with her tits and squeeze and kneed them. They were so perfect that just touching them sent a shiver through me. I then stood her up so I could suck on them. I had to bend over to do so and while I was doing that, I started rubbing her pussy through her shorts.

After a minute she said “Do you want to fuck me, too?”

She seemed genuinely surprised that a married man would want to fuck a smoking hot coed. I helped her unbutton her shorts and found she wasn’t wearing panties and her pussy was perfectly smooth and hairless. I turned her around so her ass was in my face and I stuck my tongue as deep into her pussy as I could. The deeper I got, the sweeter the taste. I greedily licked up and down her crack and all around it. She was just standing there in front of me bent over and I was steadying her hips with my hands.

I then worked my way up to her ass and licked around the edges before sticking the tip of my tongue into her asshole. I thought I heard her moan when I did that so next I stabbed her ass with my tongue and sucked it for a good minute. She was starting to really breathe heavily and I noticed that her hand was working furiously on her clit as I tongue fucked her pussy and ass. I lost track of all time and space and continued doing this until she finally climaxed. Despite no attention being paid to my dick, I was about to climax myself but I wanted to fuck her first since this was too incredible of an opportunity Konak travesti to pass up. As I stood up, I told her I was going to fuck her for just a little bit and then cum.

I asked, “Where would you like it – on your ass, on your face, or in your mouth?”

As I thrust into her, she hoarsely replied, “In my mouth.”

I was already about to blow but managed to hold back so I could get a dozen strokes in first. I then pulled out and she whipped around expertly to grab my cock with her mouth. The tip of her tongue danced around the tip of my cock providing the last bit of stimulation I needed and then I blew into the back of her mouth. She kept sucking and swallowing until I started to go limp and then I pulled back and sat back down on her stump.

All I could say is “Wow, that was great. Thank you.”

As I pulled up my pants, she responded with, “Sure, any time.”

Then she smiled as she wiggled back into her shorts.

She also said, “I think I know which house you live in.”

I had no doubt about that because our neighborhood was not that big. I said, “And I think I know your dad.”

She then asked me if I worked from home and I answered, “Yes, that’s why I can walk the dogs during the day.”

She then declared, “You need an intern, don’t you?”

I didn’t have any use for an intern in my line of work, but I said, “Absolutely! Are you interested?”

She asked me, “What would I have to do?”

I explained, “There might be a little light clerical work and some errands, but it’s mostly just fucking and sucking.”

She laughed and asked, “How much does it pay?”

I answered “Nothing – interns don’t get paid.”

She then asked, “When do I start?”

I said, “Come by today after 4 pm for orientation and we’ll go from there.”

Luckily the dogs had not wandered off and I leashed them up and started walking back home. This had been the best walk ever and I wondered if she would really show up this afternoon, but something told me she would be right on time and probably not wearing any panties.

A sexy young woman seduces a middle-aged divorcee. She educates him about the pleasures of postponing his urge.

A few young women like her seemed to be at every party he attended since his divorce. Some of them were call girls hitting on lonely and wealthy middle-aged men, some were the ‘midlife crisis’ of some lucky guy and others were somehow related to the host a daughter, niece or family friend. Anthony stared longingly at the exquisite vision across the room talking and laughing with Brett the business associate who had invited him to the party. He scanned the room filled with mostly middle-aged men and women who were somehow related to Brett’s Advertising business. Some were couples, some single and some cruising to pick up a one-night stand. The men were dressed casually in conservative but expensive taste whilst the women were mutton dressed as lamb emphasising their features with blatant displays of ample cleavage and leg.

It had been six months since Anthony’s divorce and even longer since he had sex as the closing moments of his marriage had been pretty well devoid of the sex which was perhaps the only healthy thing about their relationship. She took that away along with over half his money and property- the old story, a sad horny old man at a party full of equally sad singles. His son and daughter had both gone to college interstate and so that settlement was not an issue.

Brett had promised an entertaining night with a surprise in store for all. As a PR guru he had done practically everything at his parties from lingerie waitresses and waiters through to jelly wrestling. Subtlety wasn’t a big part of Brett’s vocabulary but his heart was in the right place and he had been a great support to Anthony during his divorce.

His attention was drawn again to the beautiful young girl across the room who was perhaps of similar age to his eldest son- about 20. He could not help but stare at her longingly she had an angelic child like beauty, clear almost transparent skin with what his generation called ‘peaches and cream’ complexion. A small cute nose set between sparkling blue eyes and full inviting lips. Her silken blond hair cut short in a coiffured bob that highlighted her slender neck.

She was petite and child like in facial feature but below her angelic face was as womanly a body as inhabited any man’s fantasy. Nonetheless petite and proportionate her small firm breasts swelled into a seductive cleavage clenched tightly by the flimsy silk halter that barely covered them and clasped them in a curvaceous bunch he imagined the traces of her nipples were visible from across the room. Her delicious shoulders and back naked in the revealing dress, the red silk hugging the sensuous curves of her slender waist and sprayed tightly around the most beautiful little buns he had ever seen. The red silk clung to her hips flaring in arresting curves and stopping dangerously at her thighs, only a few centimetres of fabric separating a view of her panties.

Anthony had become an avid ‘panty peeker’, the fashion of hipster skirts and jeans displaying the tops of women’s multi coloured panties populated his imagination and fuelled his fantasies. Girls with short skirts presented the possibility that their skirts might rise up and display their gusset. Anthony fantasised regularly about bringing his dream woman to the edge of ecstasy kissing and fondling her panties and then sliding them aside to impale her on his eager cock. His pants stirred in recognition of his rerunning this favourite fantasy with the girl on the other side of the room in the leading role.

He wondered what kind of panties she wore beneath the thin layer of red silk hem- She looked like the kind to wear string bikinis not g-strings she seemed a little subtle at least, probably white silk or red perhaps to match the stunning skin tight dress. He let his eyes fall to scan her long shapely legs, bare and smooth to her slender ankles the contours of her legs emphasised by the thin strapped red paton stilettos providing the clichZ vision of sexiness that hi heels provide to the motion of a woman’s body to make it sway like a hypnotic pendulum when she walked.

He was conscious of her walking now, towards him. She was smiling brilliantly a flash of perfect teeth surrounded by tempestuous ruby lip sand looking right at him with her sparkling blue eyes. Before he knew it she was standing in front of him and offering her hand in introduction.

‘Hi Anthony, I’m Becky Fondell, Brett’s niece. He said you might be interested in talking to me I do PR work for an agency you do business with Simms PR?’

‘Oh, pleased to meet you Miss Fondell. Yeah I do quite a bit of business with them. It’s strange I haven’t seen you there.’

She giggled and pushed a lock of her hair to one side revealing her pretty little ears, decorated with a diamond encrusted drop earring. She was classy and expensive to maintain. He couldn’t help staring at her and his eyes flicked nervously over her delicious cleavage and darted back to her angelic Esat travesti face.

‘Call me Becky I may be the youngest person here but don’t stand on formality. I noticed you looking at me from across the room and Uncle Brett told me about your divorce and I thought you looked kind of sweet and vulnerable rather than just plain lecherous like most of the guys in this place. Most of the women look at me as if I might be a call girl or a gold digger cruising for a sugar daddy. So I thought I’d come and talk to you.’

Anthony was uncertain what to say he was stunned to say the least. This vision, this fantasy had just chosen him out of every guy in the room.

‘Then I guess that makes me the envy of every guy in the room to even entertaining the thought that you’d spend time with me. I’m honoured! If I was staring at you it was only that I think you are unbelievably pretty and absence of contact with the feminine sex has made me fantasise about lots of women but you will be the object of my fantasy for quite some time, honestly.’

Anthony was pleased with how confident he sounded in this reply he had overcome the lump in his throat though the lump in his pants was still acknowledging the proximity of this sensuous creature. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue before replying and smiled when she noticed him looking at the outline of her nipple pressing against the fine slither of silk that stretched across them. She glanced down at the hardening outlines and smiled.

‘See your making me excited already! The truth is I like older men for a number of reasons. You see I like the attention I get from them, I like how they take their time making love, I love how they savour each moment because they want to enjoy my body slowly and sensuously, like they were never able to in the rush of first clumsy young sex and how they use their experience with women to make a me really, really hot.’

Anthony was almost trembling at the thought of what she was saying and when combined with the image of her pert round breasts straining at the halter and the nipple hardening before his eager eyes the lump in his pants swelled noticeably. Becky glanced down at his growing lump and smiled again.

‘I see the attraction is mutual. Why don’t we just go somewhere and fuck because I’m unbelievably horny right now.’

He couldn’t believe his ears or his eyes. This was the fastest sexual preamble he had ever experienced. Was she teasing or having a joke at his expense? He didn’t have time to contemplate it. She held out her hand and led him to the hallway and up the stairs into one of the guest rooms, closed the door and turned and put her arms around him and leaned back against the locked door.

‘You do want me don’t you?’ She purred seductively. Anthony nodded and sighed heavily. ‘Then make me hot and fuck me then.’ She leaned close to him and kissed him tenderly sliding her moist red lips across his and tonguing him sensuously. Their lips shivered in anticipation and trembled with desire. Each touch increasing in urgency and passion as they French kissed and sucked urgently at each other. She cooed in appreciation. ‘Touch me, make me hot!’ she urged.

He slid his hand to her pert ass and pressed her against his swelling cock. Grinding against her like a teenager aching for his first taste of sex. Her kisses increased in intensity and she moaned and traced outlines round his neck with her long red fingernails sending shivers through him. He nibbled her neck and ear lobes and covered her with kisses and slid his hand beneath her dress to feel her warm buns encased in shiny soft silk.

She was indeed wearing string bikini panties. They were so diaphanous and flimsy as to reflect the warmth of her delicious ass. He kissed his way down her neck until he stared down her silk clad breasts. He shifted a hand to cup them and continued fondling her ass, kissing her and teasing her nipple through the fabric until they were rock hard. One at a time she moaned as he ran his thumb around the outline then squeezed them hard so she winced in that combination of pleasure and pain that encourages rather than begs to stop.

He slid his hand beneath the tight halter and cupped her naked breast. The fabric of each halter was shifted to the side so her beautiful boobs sat pert and exposed. He could not resist attacking them with his tongue and suckling them as she writhed in pleasure she loved it! Loved him touching her tits she was writhing in pleasure almost cumming from his touch.

‘Feel how wet I am. I’m so horny, touch my pussy please!’ Anthony needed no further invitation and in a flurry of movement he glanced around the room at a nearby single bed. He hadn’t noticed before the room had nothing in it except a bed and a mirrored wall and ceiling. As she sat on the edge of the high single bed her ultra short dress rode up to reveal the white silk string bikini panties he had imagined she wore. His fingers brushed the small silk triangle that covered her pussy and he felt the surge of Kızılay travesti wetness that filled them and gasped with excitement.

Becky panted ‘Oh yes, make me cum.’ and his fingers began the familiar masturbation process he had perfected with his wife that he knew worked for her if he was persistent. Becky however was far more sensitive it seemed and in moments she was shivering and panting

‘Oh yes.’ breathlessly and repeatedly. Encouraged by this early success Anthony concentrated on rubbing her clit through the shiny silk panties and in moments she came not just once and not quietly either she squealed and shivered in repeated orgasms. As she came she teased his neck and alternated between passionate bites and tender kisses in between her excited moans. No matter what Anthony did with his hands and fingers she exploded in earth- shattering squeals, shivers and cries.

‘Feel how tight I am for you.’ She panted sexily. Anthony slid her sopping panties aside and felt the warm wetness of her sweet cunt swirl around his finger. He pressed one into her tight hole and she convulsed in pleasure and begged him to put more in. Two fingers fit tightly into her and he thrust them deep inside her and teased her clit with a banging action each time he thrust and she bucked urgently against his thrusts and recommenced her cycle of perpetual orgasms. This time however she was past coherence and was reduced to panting ‘Oh god I’m cumming!’ over and over again, as indeed she was.

Anthony was so turned on his cock was bursting over the top of his shorts. He was worried he might ejaculate pre maturely just kissing and fondling her. After a violent climax Becky beckoned him to stop and she kissed him appreciatively and stood up. Her dress had been pulled up over her hips the halter stretched between her breasts. She reached behind her neck and untied the halter then took hold of the hem of her dress and peeled it over her head and flung it to the floor. She was even more gorgeous naked except for her white silk string bikini panties. She adjusted them covering her pussy again, and fondled her own breasts seductively and looked at the impossibly distorted lump that filled Anthony’s pants.

“You know I love fucking with my panties on so please leave them on will you? That was so nice, I’m so unbelievably horny. You make me soooo hot! Now its your turn I’ve been a bit selfish.’

She kissed Anthony sweetly and he stood while she loosened his belt and let his pants fall to the ground. He hurriedly kicked his shoes and socks off as she unbuttoned his shirt kissing his chest with each popped button until all he wore was his shorts. She kissed him longingly and slid her hand inside his shorts to touch his aching cock. The moment her hand circled it gently he felt a huge throb and he knew he was too close to blowing his load.

‘ Mmmmmm you are excited.’ she purred. ‘I know what to do about that’ and she began stroking his cock with featherlike touch with one hand and running her fingernails lightly across his swollen balls with the other. He moaned excitedly and felt the throbs increase to crisis proportion then felt her pinch the rim and hold it tightly until the throbs subsided. ‘She was a fucking expert at this.’ He thought.

She started again teasing his thick shaft with her slender fingers circling his cock and her palm slapping to a rhythm that made him swoon with excitement. Her fingernails grazing his balls so lightly as to send shiver through him. As the throbs overtook him again and he felt his impending explosion, she stopped and squeezed his cock rim again in just the right place to quell the explosion. The ejaculation ceased but the orgasm continued and he found himself doubled over with pleasure and moaning loudly. Master and Johnson must employ her as a therapist she was so good at this.

‘I’m glad you’re enjoying it. I always say there’s no reason a man can’t enjoy multiple orgasms just like a woman. MMmmm and you are so big and hard. You look good enough eat.’ As she spoke the word ‘eat’ his cock spurted a little drip of pre cum and throbbed violently at the thought of her delectable mouth on it.

She smiled and slid to her knees and deftly licked the dribble of semen that oozed from his cock. He let out a long low moan as her lips touched his hyper sensitive tip and shivered involuntarily as she lapped at his cock greedily. Her hands began massaging his cock more firmly now as she began to envelop his tip with her moist warm mouth and she pumped at his shaft and sucked hard at the tip while flickering her tongue over it with each withdrawal. She teased his balls wildly until the tingles and shivers overcame him once more and he could feel a giant flood of cum welling up in him. He would spray her face with it there was no choice he could no longer help himself.

The pleasure and intensity was overpowering he felt the first spurt and the orgasm like a white flash before his eyes crippled with pleasure shaking with desire, wave after wave of pleasure passing over Alsancak travesti him until he became conscious that she was once more holding back the full force of his tidal wave of cum. He looked down at her angelic face and saw the traces of a single burst of his passion dribbling from her fulsome lips as she swallowed and licked them greedily holding his explosive weapon tightly pincered against further escaping jism.

As his cock ceased throbbing and the pleasure subsided to a sensuous afterglow she quickly licked the tip clean and guided his cock to her pert breasts pausing momentarily to run the sticky tip around each erect nipple and then pressed her taut nipples against his cock hole. ‘Do you want to be inside me?’ She teased as she slid his cock between her tits and squeezed them greeting the tip with her warm wet mouth and slurping loudly. ‘Oh god yes!’ he blurted.

‘God I want to fuck you so badly.’ ‘Mmmmm I know you do honey and I want you inside me too. I’m so wet, so tight, so hot- for you, but I think you need a little rest before you blow my brains out with that beautiful cock of yours. Don’t you?’ She said seductively.

She stood letting his distorted cock drop from her hands and stood to kiss him with her sticky lips. He pulled her to him desperately feeling her divine skin beneath his touch caressing her sweet curves and fondling her exquisite ass and kissing her as gently and lovingly as if this was his first kiss ever or his last. She moved against him and he was conscious of his hardness touching her wet silk panties- a mere fragment of silk separating him from impending paradise.

‘ I want you to kiss my panties until I cum.’ she cooed as she lay back across the single bed spreading her legs so that she was reflected in the wall and ceiling mirrors. She began to stroke her wet panties. ‘Come and eat me, make me so hot that I scream and then fuck me hard and deep and fast. Eat me, then do me with that delicious cock -soon!’

She began to writhe and shiver as her fingers pressed her clit through the silk panties. Anthony fell to his knees and began kissing her inner thigh as she continued to moan and call him to ‘make me cum.’ He dispensed with subtlety and kissed his way quickly to her panties inside her leg and planted a huge wet kiss on her panties. The scent of her cum filled his olfactory senses with desire as he felt the dampness of them was like she had just emerged from a swimming pool and they were both aware of how sensitive they were. His first kiss on the shiny white fabric touched her and triggered a wave of shivers and pants and as she moaned appreciatively he began to suck at her clit through the silk.

Her first orgasm was tumultuous and she convulsed unexpectedly, quickly and then another and another followed it as he suckled and teased her swollen clit and massaged her labial folds. As she grew use to his touch her violent squealing and urging him to suck her harder began to abate, as waves of pleasure became the norm. He sensed the evenness of her passion and slid her panties aside and sucked at her clit again while shoving three fingers into her aching pussy plunging deep inside her feeling the wetness squirt from her tightness and her wet velvet folds envelop his fingers contracting around them as she convulsed in another delectable orgasm. She bucked and panted ‘ Fuck me now, from behind, do me fuck me with your beautiful cock.’

He withdrew his fingers from her and reached for two pillows from the bed and placed them beneath her as she bent over the bed, then stood up and grasped her hips from behind. His cock level with her sumptuous ass. She reached a hand behind and pulled her panties aside revealing her swollen pussy lips and he pressed his aching cock against the swollen slit eagerly. The first touch of her dampness made him throb and he savoured the feeling of wetness that drizzled on his cock tip and ran down the inside of her thighs. ‘Fuck me, do me now.’ she begged.

He wasted no time to press his engorged shaft into her ultra tight pussy. He loved the unbelievable tightness of this sexy young woman the sheer excitement of her squirting pussy made him feel like he had the biggest cock in the world going into the tightest cunt on earth. As his cock slid deep into her she shivered and her pussy which at first relaxed to take his hugeness into her contracted around him like a vice. ‘Oh god it’s so goooood your so big so hard Fuck me deep, deep, deep, deep!’ She squealed it was urgent now, they had waited for an eternity for this moment and now they both had to have it hard, fast deep and as urgently as possible.

Anthony slammed his cock into her as she requested, his balls slapping her clit as he thrust deep inside her. She gyrated against his thrusts and her pussy’s muscular contractions seemed to match his throbs. He felt like a stud in a porno film as his expert thrusts built her slowly and dynamically to climax. This wasn’t like her masturbation orgasms, short and intense, this built up, getting more and more exciting, more and more intense. The shivers and tingles that passed through Becky seemed to envelop her whole body and translate into floods of wetness, incoherent screams and shouts and contractions that clamped his cock like a vice almost sucking him into her with each stroke.

“Love is the subtlest force in the world.”

(Gandhi)

About four months into my relationship with the man I later married, Derrick and I started having long discussions about our sex life. These often occurred when we were driving to go visit his parents, who lived about 150 miles away from the city where he and I both lived. These drives eventually became the time when we had all of our serious conversations, mainly because the drive was so long and we each had a captive audience to hear our thoughts.

The sex conversations often centered around the little problem we were having. Namely, I was not having orgasms. I assured him that I had never had them with any other man I had been with, so it wasn’t anything he personally was doing wrong. I just assumed that we would eventually figure things out and the problem would get resolved. We were both trying to be patient as we experimented, but we were both getting pretty frustrated, too.

One particular day during the drive home, I was distracting him from the road by “sharing” my roll of Tropical Flavors Life Savers with him. “Mmm! This flavor is *really* good!” I teased, reaching my hand across to rub his neck.

“What? Which flavor is it?”

“I don’t know. Maybe peach or something. Wanna taste?” I leaned across the seat and raised my eyebrows at him suggestively.

“OK, real quick,” he agreed. I kissed him and surprised him by passing the rest of the Life Saver from my mouth into his.

He sucked on the candy for a few seconds then agreed that it might be peach flavored. I popped another candy into my mouth. “Oh, this one is pretty good, too. I think it might be watermelon.”

“Well, I’ve still got the other.” He smiled at me. “You’re going to cause a wreck if you’re not careful,” he warned.

“How about we just *talk* about sex, then, if I can’t actually touch you.”

I was very concerned about keeping our sex life interesting, especially in light of our recent difficulties. I had decided to ask him to specifically make suggestions to improve our sex life. “Is there anything I can start doing or stop doing that would make our sex life better for you?” After all, I loved him, and wanted him to feel like our sex life was *fantastic*. I was also a little scared that our problems might make him want to find another woman who was, well, more responsive.

“Well, it would certainly be nice if you were having orgasms!” he stated unnecessarily. By now, this was an obsession for both of us.

“Yeah, well, other than that, honey.” I was really hoping he could come up with something else.

“I don’t know.” He thought about it for a while. “I mean, that’s pretty big.”

“Well, we can keep working on that, but I mean something else *besides* that.”

He thought about it some more, then stated, “We could do cherry flavored Life Savors next time,” he joked. We both laughed. “Seriously, well, I don’t know. I guess there is one thing, but I really wouldn’t want you to. I mean, I wouldn’t if I were a woman.”

“What is it? I mean, I can always say ‘no’ if I don’t want to do it.” I should have known what was coming next, but he surprised me.

“It would be nice if you would let me come in your mouth.” He paused. “But, of course, I don’t really think you should. I mean, that’s just too much to ask.”

So that was it, huh? The one thing he could think of that he thought would improve sex for us (other than the impossible), and I was disgusted by the thought. I quickly replied with a very light Osmanbey travesti and non-committal response, “Well, maybe I’ll surprise you some day.” Yeah, right, sure. He just laughed and changed the subject, probably wishing he hadn’t said it because he knew that I would feel bad about it.

Well, I did feel bad about it, but what was I supposed to do about it? I spent the next half hour or so seriously asking myself that question. I mean, there was a *reason* that I didn’t let him do that. I didn’t want to. Nice girls didn’t do that sort of thing. I didn’t like the taste. Actually, when I thought about it some, I had quite a number of excuses lined up. But, the longer I thought about it, the more I realized that all of my reasons were either very selfish or very immature. So, what was I supposed to do about it? Well, there was one thing…

In those days, we had sex many times a week. We were young and energetic, and had lots of spare time. We spent most of that spare time in bed together, fucking in every position we could imagine. Oral sex became a regular activity for us also. I truly did enjoy performing oral sex on him, and offered to do so frequently (we had an understanding that he would warn me when he was about to come, and he always did).

The day after our big conversation, I offered in the usual way. “Can I suck your cock?” He rarely turned this offer down, particularly when I phrased it so bluntly.

“Sure!” he agreed. He always sounded surprised when I offered.

“Here, lie down and get comfortable,” I suggested, guiding him to lie on his back with his legs slightly parted. I crawled down the bed and positioned myself between his legs with my head towards his. I looked into his eyes and smiled at him. “I really like to do this,” I assured him. I dipped my head down and grabbed his cock with my right hand, my hair falling onto his stomach and obscuring his view some. I inhaled deeply, loving the sexy scent.

I stared at his cock, remembering the unpleasant times when my first lover, Mark, had “accidentally” come in my mouth against my wishes. I remembered how much I hated the taste and how angry I felt because Mark had violated my trust. Did I really want to try this? I reminded myself that this was Derrick, not Mark, and tried to forgive Mark for being young and inconsiderate.

Derrick groaned as I slowly moved my tongue along the top of his cock in one long, wet, stroke. I concentrated hard on _giving_, as my tongue swirled very slowly around the head. Then, I took the tip between my lips, and began sucking on it, my tongue continuing to move across him. I suddenly remembered the day when Derrick told me that one of his favorite parts of getting a blowjob was that exact moment when I first took him into my mouth.

I released him, then opened my mouth further to take more of him. He reached down and held my hair to the side so that he could watch me as I began moving my mouth up and down his cock to the point where my lips met the hand that was wrapped around him. I continued on, sucking slightly, but not hard enough to impede my movement. I stretched my left hand down to reach for his balls. I began squeezing them very softly, loving their weighty feel in my hand.

I moaned to let him know that I was enjoying myself. I also arched my back so that he would have a better view of my ass. I began squeezing him as I moved my right hand a little up and down him. My lips would occasionally hit my hand, which was getting a little Ayrancı travesti wet. I briefly wished that I could move my hand and take him all the way in my mouth, but knew from past experience that I just couldn’t do it.

Derrick’s moans began to change, and I knew he was going to come soon. He warned me in the usual way with, “I’m gonna’ come…” I continued on as if I hadn’t heard him, which prompted him to repeat himself a little more forcefully. “I’m gonna’ *COME*!”

I raised my left hand to give him the universal “OK” sign and mentally braced myself. His realization of what I was about to do sent him immediately over the edge.

I could actually feel his cock stiffen and shake as he began coming in my mouth. The fluid came out in violent spurts, and I continued sucking on him as he filled my mouth with the silky fluid. As soon as it was over, I released him and immediately swallowed it, trying not to think about the taste.

“HONEY!” he exclaimed, still panting. “Thank you! Did you mean to do that?” he was apparently shocked. I smiled at him and nodded, thinking that the experience hadn’t been nearly as bad as I thought it would be. He pulled me to him and kissed me, saying, “You didn’t have to do that!”

“I know. It wasn’t that bad,” I assured him. “Actually, it was kind of fun.” I smiled again, a little proud of myself. “The taste was, well… I think I need a drink of water.” We both laughed. “Really, it wasn’t that bad. I’m glad I tried it.”

He leaned towards me, still a little light headed. “So am I, sweetie.” We shared a long, wet, kiss. “So am I,” he repeated, smiling as he pulled me down on top of him.

The next evening, we were staying at my parents’ home. They were out of town, and we had the house to ourselves. I was teasing him while we did the laundry, grabbing his ass as he walked by, and making suggestive comments.

I boiled some water to cook the pasta we were planning to have for dinner. He apparently decided that this was a good time to give me a taste of my own medicine, because he came into the kitchen and stood directly behind me. Without touching me, he leaned forward slightly and whispered in my ear. “Hi, honey.”

I turned and smiled at him briefly, then returned my attention to the stove. He then moved a bit closer so that his chest was against my back, his breath hot on my neck. “Did I ever tell you how cute you look in those shorts?” he asked, his hands beginning to move slowly up my back and towards my shoulders.

“You like them?”

“Oh, yea. They’re very sexy.”

“Uh, thanks,” I replied, getting distracted from my cooking. His hands traveled down my arms then around my chest, just below my breasts.

“Um, honey?” I started. “I’m trying to cook!”

“Is that why it’s so hot in here?” he teased, pulling my body tightly against his. “Or do you think there might be another reason?” I could feel his erection quite clearly by now.

I turned my body around so that I was facing him rather than the stove. I looked into his eyes and said, “I suppose there might be another reason.” He moved his arms down my back and pulled my hips tightly against his. He leaned down and touched his lips to mine very softly. Too softly, actually — it was at tease rather than a proper kiss.

I tilted my head back further and stretched up on my tiptoes to reach for another, more satisfying kiss. This time he responded aggressively, grinding his hips against mine as his tongue moved into my mouth suggestively. Cebeci travesti We continued to kiss until I suddenly remembered dinner.

I broke the kiss and gasped, “Honey, the macaroni is going to boil over!”

“Fuck the macaroni!” He reached his hand over and turned off the stove, dipping his head for another passionate kiss. “I don’t think I can wait until after dinner.”

He backed me up against the island in the center of the kitchen. I continued grinding my hips against his. He quickly pulled my tee shirt up over my head, and dropped it on the floor. His hands immediately reached up and cupped both of my breasts, lightly pinching my nipples through the pink sheer fabric of my bra.

I moaned, arching my back. Of course, this had the effect of also pressing myself harder against his erection. He quickly removed the bra and began massaging my bare breasts. I reached down and unbuttoned his shorts. Then, I placed my palms against his abdomen, my fingertips just inside the elastic of his boxers.

Suddenly, he reached his hands down the back of my upper thighs and lifted me onto the island. He cushioned the back of my head as he pushed me down so that I was laying on the island with my feet dangling over the edge. I watched him as he rushed to remove my shorts and panties.

After they had joined the tee shirt and bra on the floor, he leaned over and began kissing my breasts. His lips began by brushing lightly along the tops. His tongue then licked a wet path down between them then back up to my neck. His hands followed his mouth, caressing the adjacent areas of skin. I lifted one shoulder off of the island slightly, hoping to entice his mouth to notice the neglected tip of that breast. He rewarded me with a quick wet flick of his tongue. My slight gasp encouraged him to continue.

I reached my hands towards him and pulled his tee shirt partway off. He cooperated by raising his head long enough for me to finish removing the shirt. He then switched to the other breast, fairly giving it equal treatment.

Then, his lips began planting a trail of light kisses down my chest and across my stomach. He reached his hand down to slightly part the outer lips of my pussy, then immediately ran his tongue upward in one long wet stroke. I reached my right hand down and set it lightly up on his head to encourage him to continue. He continued licking me, occasionally focusing on just the clit. I was soon dripping wet.

After a short while, he reached down and pulled his shorts and boxers down. He then lifted his head, smiled at me, and pulled my hips towards his now free cock.

Derrick was tall enough that he could fuck me this way. As he carefully pushed himself into me, I reached around his neck and pulled myself so that I was sitting up. I then wrapped my legs around his back as he slid in and out of me.

The counter on the island was now rather wet, and we slid around some as he thrust into me. “Can you believe what we’re doing in your parents’ kitchen?” he joked, using his arms to pull my hips towards him again and again. I giggled a little.

“Very nasty,” I agreed, panting.

He then began his final climb towards climax, closing his eyes to concentrate on the sensations. I could tell that he was almost there by the sounds of his breathing and the speed of his strokes. He then stiffened and began pouring his warm fluid into me. I pushed myself against him as tightly as possible, wanting him completely surrounded by me.

After it was over, he lifted me back off the counter, gave me a tired kiss, and pushed me towards the bathroom to clean up. When I returned, he said, “Well, the macaroni is definitely overcooked, but I think it was worth it.”

It was a pretty good weekend for us, all things considered.