Month: May 2024

Together, Forever! Ch. 08

May 31, 2024 admin No Comments

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Back in Texas, Victoria was overjoyed at seeing Madelyn again. It was hard for her to believe that only one week had passed since her leaving and catching her first glimpse of Colin Mengatti. So much had changed in so little of time. When it came to explaining to Madelyn what all had happened, it was much easier than she anticipated. “Oh, Maddie,” she exclaimed, falling down on the couch beside her friend. “I don’t know how to explain it other than I love him. I really do.” She glanced at her roommate, reaching over to squeeze her hand.

“I’m happy for you, Vicky. I really am,” she said, grasping her other hand. “It’s what you wanted. I just can hardly believe it actually happened.”

“I know,” she whispered, sitting back into the couch and closing her eyes. “I can hardly believe it myself.” She let her mind take her back to California, back into Colin’s arms and she couldn’t help but smile.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy,” Madelyn said, watching her friend glow.

Victoria opened her eyes, and peered over at her. “Come with me,” she said, suddenly.

“I can’t,” she said, always being the practical one. “It’s crazy enough with you going.” Victoria sat upright, looking at her seriously. Madelyn recognized her friend’s look immediately, realizing that she was determined to talk her into going as well. “Vicky,” she began, shaking her head, “What happens if things don’t work out with your new job, what then?”

“That won’t happen.”

“What if things don’t work out with you and Colin?” Victoria sat still for a moment, her eyes falling to search the carpet. Here Madelyn had mentioned the one thing that occupied Victoria’s thoughts day and night.

“I guess that bridge will have to be crossed if and when I ever reach it.” If she was totally honest with herself, Victoria knew that all depended on Colin. She wasn’t sure about anything right now, just what was in front of her.

“Vicky, you know I’m not trying to knock down what you have with him . . .”

“I know,” she said, looking back at Madelyn. “You haven’t said anything that I haven’t thought of myself.” Then she smiled warmly at her friend. “Isn’t there anything I can do to convince you to come?”

“No,” she said sadly, watching her friend. They had been close for so long that she had a hard time imagining what life was going to be like without her. “My life is here and yours is just beginning somewhere else.” Victoria reached over, taking her friend into an embrace. They sat like this for a while, both lost in their own thoughts and memories of the past. Sitting back from each other, but still holding hands, Madelyn said, “I want you to go Vicky, with no regrets. There is nothing here to hold you back.”

“Nothing but you,” she whispered, tears coming to her eyes.

Madelyn choked on her own as she said, “I’m not holding you back. In fact,” She reached up to quickly wipe away her tears, and smiling said, “I’m throwing you out of the nest.” Victoria reached over once more to take her college friend in her arms.

The three weeks that she was in Texas flew by quicker than she thought they would. Colin didn’t call and she didn’t either. The few times Victoria thought about it, she reasoned that he was busy and she was too. She had a lot of things to wrap up in three weeks. Madelyn helped her pack as much as she could when she wasn’t working. They had to change the lease agreement since Madelyn would now be living here on her own and Victoria had to get her mail re-routed. Then there were bank accounts to change over and a moving van to rent. Then she spent as much time as she could with Madelyn. They did something everyday together and she took lots of pictures and videos. They made plans for Madelyn to fly up some to visit and of course, Victoria would come back to visit when she could. She knew that inside, Madelyn must think it crazy of her to be doing this, but she knew her to be a go-getter and a dreamer. görükle escort She outwardly told her over and over that she thought it was great that she had made a positive move with her career in writing. But Victoria also knew Madelyn probably thought she was nuts for going after a guy seven years her junior! Honestly, she had to agree with that, it was nuts!

When the day came for her to leave, it was a tearful one. She hated to leave her friend but was filled with the hope that she was doing the right thing and that Madelyn was going to try to come for a visit in a month or so. She didn’t know how she was going to last that long without her roommate, but was determined to try this new road ahead of her! She had called Steve’s office to let him know when her flight was coming in and he had promised to send someone to meet her. The whole flight over, she couldn’t help but wonder if things had changed between her and Colin in the past three weeks. He had filmed another film right after his blockbuster movie and it had just reached the theaters as well. So now both his movies were number one and number two at the box-office. It was insane! Victoria and Madelyn had gone to see this new one and this time, Victoria ached for him as she watched him up on the big screen. His other movie was still in the movie theaters, in every big magazine and all over the television. The love song from the movie was number one on the charts and was all over the radio. During her three weeks home in Texas, she kept meeting up with Colin’s face and pictures of him. . . old pictures with his model girlfriend, Marisa. She couldn’t help but feel a little insecure.

Victoria couldn’t believe her eyes when it was Colin who was waiting at the gate! It had only been three weeks, but he already looked like he had changed. His hair was longer and he looked younger than she had remembered, but that smile had not changed at all. It lit up his face and made her stomach do flip-flops just seeing it! Trying to control the impulse of running down the gate and flinging herself into his arms, Victoria felt her feet automatically pick up the pace some. ‘Slow down girl!’ she thought to herself. She tried to keep her composure as she walked down the gateway, her eyes glued to his. At the end of the gate, he caught her up in his arms and suddenly, Victoria was relieved that things had not changed! Her shoulder bag slipped to the ground as her arms went around his neck, her hands in his hair. Their lips met and she hungrily tasted him, grinning at the same time. He pulled back. “Let me look at you,” he whispered. “Have you changed?” His eyes raked over her, his eyes shining. “God, I can’t believe how beautiful you are . . .” He drew her into his embrace again, kissing her eyes, her cheek, and her lips. “I can’t believe you’re finally back. It’s been so long.”

“I know,” she whispered back, pulling him closer.

“I was afraid that you had changed your mind, especially when I didn’t hear from you.”

“I gave you the perfect chance to back out . . .” she teased, her hands sliding through his hair, her eyes soaking him up.

“Never,” he vowed. “You’re not getting away from me that easily.” He kissed her again. “I’m never letting go of the best thing that has ever happened to me!”

Oh God, how she had longed to hear those words come out of his mouth. ‘I had him, I really had him!’ were the words that kept running through her head as she hugged him close to her.

Colin took her right over to her new apartment to drop her things off, change and go out. Victoria had an early morning meeting in Steve’s office at 9:00 sharp, so they decided to opt for a quiet dinner at one of Colin’s favorite places. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of him and she was delighted to find that it was the same for him. “Did you get everything all taken care of back in Texas?’ He smiled slowly at Victoria over their drinks. He enjoyed watching her.

She bursa escort bayan nodded, looking over her glass with a smile that showed the generosity of her lips. “Yes, there’s nothing left for me there.”

“I’m glad.” He looked relaxed and happy as he ordered another Perrier. Victoria was surprised to see him not drinking his usual cocktails. He smiled up at her, their eyes meeting and holding. When the waiter returned, they ordered a light dinner and their conversation turned more towards catching up with what had transpired in the three weeks they had been apart. As she already knew, his new movie had just been released during the time she had been back in Texas. He had gone dateless to his premier since Victoria had not been in town. His agent had also contacted him trying to get him to read a new script. He said he wasn’t sure he wanted to do anything else right now. He had spent some time at a beach house he had rented in Malibu, where he had spent a few days reading some scripts and relaxing. It had been a while since he had had some time just to himself. Victoria told him about her roommate Madelyn and how they had spent the three weeks together as much as possible. She lingered on the memories they had spent together as Colin asked, “Any regrets?”

She shook her head and looked vague as she toyed absently with her salad, and then looked up at him again. “No, no regrets.” For an instant, she looked vulnerable in a way he had never seen her look before. Then it was gone the moment she smiled and shrugged one of her shoulders. “Madelyn and I go back a long way. Being this far apart is not going to change our relationship overnight.” Colin felt like it was something else that was weighing heavily on her mind.

“What else is bothering you?”

Victoria took another sip of her water, watching him over the rim. Putting down her glass, she watched him, wondering if she should really tell what was on her mind. Could it be possible during these last three weeks that he hadn’t seen Marisa? “You know,” she began, again toying with her salad but never eating it. Colin watched her fork play with the greens and then slid his gaze up to lock with hers. She put the fork down and fiddled with her napkin.

“Just say it,” he urged her. She looked back up at him.

“It’s nothing, really,” she said, hoping her words were believable.

“Victoria . . .” he began, eyeing her.

Looking down at her lap, she quietly said, “There are stories about you all over the tabloids.” Sliding her gaze upward, she continued cautiously. “I couldn’t help but read some of them while I was in line at the grocery store.”

“Oh . . .” he said, suddenly very aware of her thoughts. He smiled at her as he leaned forward, catching up one of her hands. “I think I know what’s on your mind.”

She looked over at the hand softly caressing her own. “You do?”

“Yes,” he said, bringing her hand to his lips, softly caressing her fingertips with his mouth. “You’ve got a lot to learn about the press and the tabloids.”

“I’ve always heard that everything printed in them is bullshit, but . . .” she trailed off.

“But,” he finished for her. “It bothered you to read some of the crap that was printed in there about me and Marisa, right?” She looked down again, embarrassed that he could read her so well. His hand reached over to cup her chin. “I have no intention of ever going back to Marisa and I am not yearning for her to return.”

Victoria looked back up at him, sheepishly smiling. “I guess it was pretty silly of me.”

“Victoria, you have no reason to ever doubt me. I’ll say this, at one time before I met you; I had hoped that she would let me back into her life.” He watched her closely for a reaction. When she just watched him, he continued. “Now, we’re just friends. When she ended it, she didn’t think we could survive the success that was sure to come with the movie and all the attention bursa escort that she thought I would be getting.”

“She was right, wasn’t she?” she asked, intrigued now by the story he was telling her.

“In a way, I guess. But we could’ve survived it. I think, in a way, she was looking for an excuse to get out.” He stopped when the waiter came back with their coffee. Taking a slow sip, he looked back at Victoria. “We’re friends and I value our friendship but what we had is over now. Any feelings I had for her are gone, thanks to you.”

Victoria’s eyes lit up slowly, with a warm glow. She had hoped it would be something like that. “I’m glad.” Picking up her own steaming cup, she couldn’t help but think that Marisa must have wanted to be the only one in their relationship to be in the spotlight and Victoria couldn’t help but feel a pang of anger at her. It was clear to her that she had been using Colin! But he was determined to keep her as a friend and Victoria wasn’t about to complain.

“I don’t want you to worry about the tabloids. They usually take an old story or something they have heard and twist it into a better story than it actually is.” Victoria knew all too well what writers would do to get a good, sellable story.

“You have a way of making everything all right, don’t you?” His voice was powerful yet gentle, and there was something very seductive about him. She could feel the pull of the man, just sitting next to him at the table, over their coffee.

“I try,” he said, ever teasing her. Victoria’s eyes held a caress that almost choked him, and for a long moment he just watched her.

As they left that evening, what Colin had told her about the press suddenly met them face to face as a group of photographers flashed picture after picture of them walking out to his car. Colin continued past them, cool as a cucumber with a perpetual smile glued to his face. Victoria was amazed!! She mused that she must have looked silly because she didn’t know what to do, much less what to say. There must have been some reporters there as well, because they kept calling out questions to Colin about whom Victoria was and where Marisa was and did he still love her. Victoria couldn’t believe they would actually say all of this in front of her, but here they were, doing it! Her blue eyes blazed as Colin smiled reassuringly at her. He closed her door and turned to face them. She couldn’t hear what he was saying, but the flashbulbs were about to blind her and then she saw him making his way over to his side of the car. When he got in, all she could do was look at him as he drove off.

When she found her voice, all she could ask was, “What the hell was that?”

Laughing, he said, “That, my dear, is what I was talking about earlier.” He looked over at her, taking her hand in his and bringing it to his lips. “That’s the kind of shit I have to put up with all the time and now you will too.” He quickly caught on to her quiet demeanor as he drove her back to her apartment. “Are you okay?’ he asked, walking her up the iron staircase to the landing where her front door was.

“Yeah,” she answered. “I guess I was just taken aback by all the press. They have a lot of nerve.”

“It is a lot to get used to.” What she didn’t tell him was that it really bothered her to hear them talk about him and Marisa like it wasn’t over between them. She was starting to wonder that herself . . .

“I enjoyed being with you tonight, Victoria.” His voice was quiet, and she knew he meant it.

“Me too.” Her blue eyes held his for a long moment and she smiled. All she could see was Colin, and how appealing he was. “You want to come in?”

“You have an early morning meeting,” he reminded her, kissing her lightly on the cheek. “If I came in now, you wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight,” he hinted a slow smile on his lips.

“Is that a promise?’ she teased back, good at this game.

Colin groaned as he kissed her one last time, heading back down the steps. Stopping at the bottom landing, he turned to see her blow him a kiss. He waved as he got back into his car and she watched as his car pulled away from the curb and too quickly turned a corner, obscuring him from her sight.

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Cyber Cheat

May 31, 2024 admin No Comments

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So here I am, Jennifer “Jenny” Jackson, 36 years old, great job, tanned skin, blonde, very good looking, single woman with long legs, fine, tight ass, big, full lips, a nice pair of 34D’s that seem to attract attention everywhere I go. And what am I doing? Sitting in front of a computer screen in a private chat room with a 10 inch dildo stuffed up my pussy talking on webcam with some jerk-off in New Jersey who probably works at 7-11. So this is where my life has ended up? It did not start out that way.

Thinking back I can remember how it began. Mark was a wonderful man who lived with me. He was so tall and strong with the body of a god. And so funny and caring and full of life. Closing my eyes I can still see he wash board tummy straining with exertion as he thrust inside me, harder and harder. My orgasm growing. A scream beginning deep in my throat as the feeling of the coming powerful “O” began to over take me. Then more screams as I thrust my hips upward to meet him. My fingernail digging into his back. My heels locked behind his knees. His breath coming hot against my face. Then both of us exploding in an earth shaking duo-orgasms.

But the great fucking all came to an end when he came home one day with a brand new computer he had bought at Comp USA. I recall vividly the conversation as he set it up in the spare bedroom.

“You are going to love this, Jenn.”

Dubiously, I replied, “Do we really need this?”

“Oh yes. There are a hundred things you can do with it. You can keep your bank balance on it. You can email or chat with your friends. It’s going to open up a whole new world for you. You’re gonna love it.”

Over the next few weeks I did learn to use the computer. I set up an email box at MSN.Com, found that for only a few dollars on my credit card I could download music, and even discovered MSN Messenger where I could chat with my sister, Terri in Chicago, as well as a few friends. But, frankly, I could live without this thing taking görükle escort up room in the spare bedroom.

It was not too long before I notice that this machine was began to rearrange our routine. Early in the morning while Mark was in the shower, I would check my email. Then both of us were off to work. At 3:30 I was off work and sitting in front of the computer chatting with my sister, Terri. Then Mark came home at 5:20 and he would read the news on CNN.Com while I made dinner.

Later, Mark would chat with his friends while I watched television – who could pass up all the CSI spin offs. Then I would go to bed followed shortly by Mark and a round of furious love making.

But then the problems began. Over several months it seemed like Mark would stay later and later on the computer chatting. Then one night, alone in bed while I was playing with my pussy, it occurred to me (pardon my frank language) I had not had a damn good fuck in weeks. It seemed so very odd. For the entire three years Mark and I had been together sex had been an almost nightly ritual with all the sucking, licking, exploring and pounding any couple could ever want. But here I was in bed alone, my fingers teasing my clit wondering why Marks big cock was not stroking deep inside me. I determined to talk to him about it the next day. That lead to our first serious fight.

The outcome of the “conversations” was Mark agreed to pay more attention to me, but he flatly refused to give up his chatting. Even so that night was simply and instant replay of every night over the past weeks – me alone in bed, Mark playing with his friends.

The next afternoon, I was chatting with Terri and telling her about the situation and she said something about “Cookies”, “Folders”, “IE Favorites” and some other things I did not even begin to understand. So she walked me through how to get into all this stuff. I found the most amazing things. I found all the sites Mark was visiting. I found bursa escort bayan pictures of nude women he had received from his “friends” and I found pieces of “chats” he was having with these “friends”, all who seemed to be women. In short, that bastard was cheating on me with a bunch of sluts he did not even know, had and will never meet, and who lived all over the world. Mark had been visiting a half dozen “pick up” sites for weeks.

The short list of his “friends” included a fat cunt in Ohio (48, married, 3 kids, husband ignores her), some bitch in England (24, just divorced, likes to party) and some black slut in Georgia (52, widowed, very horny). And maybe 8 or 9 more I didn’t even bother to look at. Do I sound mad? Can you blame me?

I determined I would catch him in the act and have it out with him. My thinking was, he was cheating with these bitches and ignoring me. If that was what he wanted to do then fine. They could have him and he could find someplace else to live as well. I had no idea what was really going on.

That night the routine was just the same. Mark sat in front of the computer screen while I watched CSI MIAMI then went to bed. I lay awake until nearly midnight, then got up and quietly walked out into the hallway. I could see Mark’s back against the glare of the screen. I thought he would be sitting there typing intently but what I saw was him leaned way back in his chair, head back, seeming to jiggle. Looking over Mark’s shoulder on the screen was a woman, her tank top pulled up exposing her breasts, pulling her right nipple with her left hand. Her right hand was thrusting a huge vibrator furiously between her legs. As I moved closer I could see Mark had his cock out and stroking like mad. His cock throbbed with each stroke, the head a deep purple. His eyes closed, mouth open, a low guttural moan coming from his throat in unison with the movement of his hand.

It first I was horrified, then fascinated. bursa escort I stared unable to move. Then as I watched I saw the bodies of both Mark and the woman on the screen stiffen. Cum spewed from the slit at the end of his cock landing in long, wet trails on his bare chest. The woman on the screen moaned deep in her throat as she collapsed back in her chair.

Apparently the woman looked up at the screen and saw me standing behind Mark because she said, “Oh shit,” and reached out to the side of the screen. Her video picture disappeared leaving just the desk top with MSN Messenger centered on the screen.

Mark opened his eyes, saw the screen. His head turned to see me and stared, open mouthed. I found I could not say a single word. I turned went back in the bedroom, slammed the door and sat on the edge of the bed and cried until I finally fell asleep. In the morning, Mark was gone and good riddance.

For days and weeks I went through life like a zombie, feeling dead and betrayed. I went to work but there was no interest. I ate when I had too eat but still there was no interest. Then one afternoon, I turned on the computer in the spare bedroom, first time in weeks, to talk to Terri. On the screen were notices from MSN Messenger. People wanted me to add them to my list so they could chat. What the hell. I punched ok, then clicked on Terri’s nic. We typed back and forth a while. I laid out the whole affair to her. We talked and talked, typing back and forth until nearly dark. Then Terri had to go look after her family.

I moved the mouse to the “X” at the upper right hand corner of the Messenger window and was about to close it when a window opened.

BobinLA: Hello?

I stared at the window. Who the hell is that? I typed.

Jenny-J: Hello. Who are you?

And that’s how it started or ended depending on how you look at it. Maybe all in all it isn’t so bad, really. Now 18 guys are pleading with me nightly for their opportunity to type the words of sex to me and watch me on cam as I finger my clit and fuck myself with any one of a number of B.O.Bs I now own, while they stroke there silly little cocks and tell me how good they are. At least it’s honest. I cheat, they cheat. Nobody gets hurt and everyone gets off.

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Daily Grind

May 31, 2024 admin No Comments

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Scott smiled to himself as he stood on the platform, latte in one hand, free paper in the other. Five mornings a week he would climb aboard the same tube train to get to the same place of work at the same time of day. Life was monotonous everywhere other than in his head.

But in his head, anything could happen, and most days on his way to work, anything and everything did happen. Scott would pick a random woman from the tube carriage and imagine what he would do with her if she were his. This morning he’d already picked his victim while still on the platform. Long blonde hair, 5ft 6, around a size 12, she was wearing a grey suit with 3 inch heels that accentuated her bare, tanned, toned legs. She looked every bit the prim and proper business woman, apart from those bare legs and a cleavage most women, and men, would die for. Her breasts looked rounded and full, just how Scott liked them. He imagined that she had a naughty, rebellious streak; today’s fantasy would be fun.

The tube pulled into the station and the frantic boarding procedure began. Scott stayed fairly close to his chosen one, not wanting to give the game away that he was interested, but not wanting to be so far away that he wouldn’t get the opportunity to touch when the train jolted to a stop at the next station.

Sometimes his encounters were brief. He never knew how far his fantasy woman would be traveling on the journey. He’d enjoyed women who had got off at the next station, and others who’d stayed on for the full ride; three whole stations of lust filled imagination. Most mornings Scott would get an erection on that tube train. The tightly packed compartment would mean his bulge was easy to hide. But the ache would stay with him, even after the woman had left the train and he’d also disembarked and walked the 10 minute journey to the office.

Most mornings, Scott would spend a few minutes in the toilet once at work, reliving the fantasy he’d just conjured up. He liked the excitement of wanking himself to eruption while his work colleagues shared stories about their previous evening, their journey to work, or their plans for the day. While the others were spooning instant coffee into their dull mugs, Scott was keeping his hand busy stroking his hard cock.

Scott görükle escort liked to give his fantasies names. This morning he would be having sex with Samantha. In fact, he already had. He imagined waking up next to her, leaning across and stroking her naked pussy. He slowly slipped his fingers into her wet cunt and she opened her legs, inviting him in further. He imagined this is how every day began. Within seconds, Scott was on top of her, ramming his cock deep inside. Her back arched, she would enjoy his cock filling her up, pumping fast and frantically to ensure they both orgasmed before the daily grind of getting ready for work began.

This morning, Samantha had no inhibitions at all. She opened her legs wide, grabbed Scotts arse and helped him pump away at her. She writhed, eyes closed, back arched, as he gently bit her nipples and caressed them with his tongue. Scott withdrew before Samantha came, turning her over to enjoy the smoothness of her arse. He liked to look at her arse as he fucked her from behind. The delicate blond hairs would shine as the morning light glimpsed through the window. He looked at her arsehole, knowing it was out of bounds but wishing his cock could be deep inside her tight arsehole. Her pussy was exceptionally wet this morning. He closed his eyes and indulged himself in the fantasy that he was fucking her arse and as he felt her start to pulsate with pleasure, he too came, filling her with his juices that would dribble out on her journey to work, reminding her his cock had just been inside.

Scott imagined he and Samantha had taken a shower together after that; he’d watched her in the mirror, buttoning her blouse as he shaved. She looked hot today, and he decided to share her journey to work.

On the tube, they stood almost touching. The first station was close now and it could provide the opportunity for Scott to have physical contact. For all he knew she would be getting off at this stop so he had to make the most of his time with her. The train jostled to a halt and Scott reached out for the pole she was clinging to. His chest touched her shoulder as he did so.

He smelt her hair, all fresh from the shower he imagined they’d just shared together. She stayed bursa escort bayan on board; the fantasy could continue.

If she was mine, he thought, I’d be stroking her hair and whispering in her ear. The fantasy was on its journey again.

“You were hot this morning,” he whispered. “I want to fuck you again.”

Samantha smiled, her eyes lighting up.

Scott leaned in closer. “I want to fuck you right here, right now.”

Samantha edged further into the corner of the tube train they were occupying. She turned her back firmly to the wall of the train and Scott pushed close to her, standing just to her side. He reached down her back and unzipped her skirt. He slid his hand down, pulling her thong string to one side and touching her arse. The other commuters had no idea. Samantha stood still, her eyes engrossed in the newspaper she held in front of her. Scott knew she wasn’t reading. He reached down, rubbing gently back and forth between her legs. Samantha held the paper with one had, her skirt with the other. Her expression remained the same. Scott was looking at the paper as well, but concentrating on what he was about to do.

Her hot pussy was ready for action again and his fingers were wet with her juices. As the carriage drew into the next station, he slipped his index finger into her arse. It was tight. His cock felt as if it was about to explode. He was touching forbidden territory on a train full of people. He wanted it to be his cock in her arse, but this felt good. Slowly he withdrew and carefully rummaged to fasten Samantha’s skirt. She looked up from the paper and smiled.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist it,” he whispered in her ear, pulling her hair back with the hand that had just been touching her arse. “No problem,” she said.

Scotts mind raced with the thoughts of what might now be within grasp. He looked forward to getting home tonight, enjoying a bottle of wine over dinner and then exploring parts he never knew he would be allowed to touch.

The train was pulling into the station. He made use of the forceful jolt to brush up against his victim once more, a thank you gesture for allowing him, unknowingly, to indulge in yet another tube fantasy.

As he reached bursa escort down to pick up his ruck sack from between his legs, he took another look at her smooth, tanned legs, wishing he could run his hand up them until it reached the top. He wondered if her pussy was wet. Was it waxed? Brazilian? Hollywood? She didn’t look the type who would be hairy. He wished he could stay along for the ride for a little longer but knew he had to get to work. As the train drew into the station, Samantha also picked up her bag and headed out onto the crowded platform.

Scott reached inside his pocket and felt his cock, readjusting himself slightly to make the walk to work a bit more comfortable. Samanatha was just in front of him now. She was walking in the same direction as Scott and he found it hard to stop fantasising about what else he might do to her. He imagined her rubbing lube on his erect cock before bending over again on all fours and pulling her arse cheeks apart to invite him in. Gently he would penetrate her. The fantasy filled Scott’s mind for the entire walk to work, Samantha just ahead of him. As he reached Willow House, she stepped inside the same building.

I don’t believe my luck, he thought to himself. She works in the same building as me. Scott’s heart raced as he realised he may be able to see her again, albeit in a lift or stairwell, or perhaps on another journey to work. She stopped at reception and Scott carried on up the stairs to the second floor.

He dumped his bag on his desk as he did every morning, greeted his co-workers and hurried to the toilet.

His cock was ready to burst. Trousers and Calvin’s round his ankles he rubbed himself rhythmically as he pictured fucking her that morning, showering with her as the water glistened on her pert breasts, unzipping her skirt in that packed tube train and fingering her arse, and fucking her senseless that evening, pushing all boundaries and taking her anal virginity.

Scott’s body writhed as he came buckets. He took a moment to catch his breath, pulled up his pants, checked out his hair in the mirror as he washed his hands and set off back along the corridor to his desk. As he pushed open the door to his office, Ruth, his PA, looked up and smiled.

“Scott, this is your new manager,” she said walking across to his desk. Scott turned his head. Samantha was standing right in front of him. He reached out the hand that had just helped him to climax. “It’s really good to meet you,” he said. “I think we were on the same tube train.”

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Getting Away from It All Ch. 03

May 31, 2024 admin No Comments

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As always a special thanks to my editor “larryinseattle” but also to a special lady for providing me insight into Dom/sub ‘role-play.

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When Keith and Sarah woke up several hours after their latest bout of lovemaking, the cabin had warmed to the point that they could get out of bed without feeling as if they’d stepped into an Arctic frost. They dressed leisurely, neither of them embarrassed by the sight of the other’s naked body though he did start to get another hard-on before they were done.

She couldn’t help giggling, almost like a young schoolgirl when she saw it, saying, “I’m glad to see you’re still interested in this ‘old lady’ after what we did yesterday and this morning.”

He reached for her and pulled her into his arms, replying, “Yesterday and this morning were only the start of our lives together and if I have my way it will happen a lot more.”

“Any time and any place,” she teased, as she quickly kissed him. “Unfortunately, right now there are other things we need to get done,” she continued as she pulled away and slipped on a sweatshirt over her otherwise naked breasts.

Catching a final glimpse of the beauties, he grinned as he noticed how the nipples were swollen and hardened. “I guess I’m not the only one still a bit turned on,” he thought as he finished dressing.

As she headed down the stairs from the loft, she looked back over her shoulder and stared at the young man above her. She noticed the firm, hard muscles of his back and shoulders, the narrow contour of his hips, and the bulge that was tenting the front of his pants. Her own body responded and she felt her nipples harden even more as moisture began to form between her legs. “On one hand I’d love it if he pulled me back into bed and made love to me again but then again I’m not sure I could handle another round right now,” she thought as she felt a twinge of pain from her pussy with each step she descended.

He followed soon after and they set about getting breakfast ready. He went outside and got more wood along with a pot of snow, which they set by the fire to warm and later wash with. While she pulled out the large cast iron skillet and started cooking eggs, bacon, flat bread, and tea over the hot embers of the fire. During breakfast, they laughed and teased, frequently talking about Keith’s father and should anyone have stopped by they would have had no idea of the events of the night before.

Afterwards, they washed up and then spent the rest of the day moving the last of her belongings into the cabin, as well as doing a more thorough inventory. He was surprised to find all the little hidden spots in the cabin that various items had been stored. It wasn’t until the sun began to set that they looked at the wood box and realized just how low it had gotten.

“I think I better go and chop some more wood and fill the wood box before things get cold again like they did last night.”

“Did it get cold last night? I was perfectly warm until I had an ice cube climb into bed with me. But then again, I could be wrong especially considering how hot it got under the blankets a little while later,” she teased without looking up from the work she was doing, to hide how bright-red she was blushing.

He called her bluff when he replied, “Yeah, you’re probably right. I should just make sure to sleep against the wall tonight. That way I’ll be nice and warm and the person on the outer edge of the bed will have to get up to add any more logs to the fire … but hey … wait … that’s right … there won’t be any logs so the first thing that person will have to do is go outside in the sub-zero weather and chop the wood. Then they can lug it inside and hope the fire hasn’t already gone out like it almost did this morning.”

“Get our ass outside and cut the wood,” she laughed, realizing he was referring to her doing the work, “and don’t you dare think about taking my spot in the bed.”

His face was covered in a wide grin as he exited the cabin, looking more like a Sasquatch with all the layers of clothes he was wearing, and thinking he’d somehow ‘won’ their little contest.

Unfortunately, she was not about to let him ‘win’ so while he was chopping the wood, she hauled the last of his clothing, books, and other personal belongings up to the loft.

When he came back, he didn’t even notice since she had already prepared a meal of hot soup, bannock, and hot tea. As they sat and ate, they talked about the past and the future, and especially what to do about the gold. Afterwards he helped clean up the dishes and put them away before walking to his old bed and dropping down onto it. It was only then that he realized that his pillow, favorite blanket, and books were missing.

“Hey, where’s my stuff?”

“I put it away where it belongs,” she replied.

Searching again he still didn’t find the missing items. “Well they’re not here.”

“Oh course not, silly. I told you I put them where they belong which is upstairs in OUR bedroom. After all, isn’t that where the ‘man-of-the-house’ and his wife sleep?”

This time, it was his turn to blush a deep-deep-red. “Yeah, I guess görükle escort … I mean … I … I just never really thought about it that way.”

“Well, I suggest you think about it. After what we said and did since I arrived I don’t think there’s any doubt about what our new relationship is, do you?”

He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. “I don’t have any doubts at all. I guess it’s just an old habit I need to break.”

“You’ll get over it but right now I think it’s time for bed, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

After banking up the coals and adding a few ‘night logs’, he followed her upstairs. There he found her already in bed; her hair pulled into a long pony-tail, her eyes glistening in the subdued light of the fire, and just the barest hint of shoulder peeking out from under the heavy quilt. His cock twitched and began to harden at the sight.

She noticed instantly and laughed, softly. “Does that thing ever stop?”

“Not when it has a beautiful woman like you around.”

“Flatterer,” she replied, as he pulled back the quilt and climbed into the bed next to her.

Instantly, she rolled onto her side and cuddled under his arm, her head resting on his shoulder. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed this.”

When he didn’t reply she continued, “I’m not talking about the sex. I mean Ned was more than willing to try and take care of that. In fact, he was probably the master of ‘quickies’.”

“Quickie?”

“Give me a break,” she chided as she looked up at him. “Don’t tell me you don’t know what a ‘quickie’ is.”

“I … ahhhhh … well, I heard guys talking about it but you know I was never really accepted into ‘the group’.”

She cuddled closer, as she lightly ran the tip of her index finger over his chest. “A ‘quickie’ is just that. A quick fuck. Usually, it happens somewhere or sometime that no one would ever suspect. In most cases, there’s also an added thrill of maybe getting caught.”

“Like where?”

“Hmmmmmm … the last time Ned and I pulled a quickie was just before Thanksgiving. We were in the barn feeding the livestock. You were out in the yard working on your truck. I felt Ned come up behind me and had a pretty good idea what was going to happen. We kissed a little bit, then I turned around and grabbed a hold of the rail between the stables. The next thing I knew my pants were down around my knees and Ned was pushing his cock into my pussy. That was when I looked up and saw you in the yard. There was something wicked and yet thrilling about seeing you out there … it was also the first time I wondered what it would feel like if you were the one fucking me.”

“Wow.”

“But like I said that’s not what I’ve missed. What I’ve missed is the closeness I feel right now. It’s weird but I somehow know that we’ve started here is just as important to you as it is to me. I know that the fact that I’m older than you doesn’t matter and that you don’t care that I’ve been with other men. I feel safer and happier laying here, right now, than I have in years.”

He pulled her tighter and kissed her on the forehead. “I promise to stand in front of you to protect you, stand beside you to support you, and behind you to give you a good swift kick in the ass when you need it,” he whispered.

She tilted her head up and looked into his eyes. “Those almost sound like wedding vows.”

“They are. I heard one of the guys in school say they were part of the vows his uncle had written for his new wife.”

“I like.”

“Me, too,” he answered as he yawned.

“Good night, baby,” she whispered as she lay her head on his shoulder, draping her arm over his chest and one leg over his thigh.

“Good night, mom,” he replied.

The next morning the sun was out in all its glory and, while still far below freezing, the sunshine reflecting off the heavy layer of snow seemed to help warm the cabin. The two of them lounged around in bed until the ‘call of nature’ drove them both up and out to the outhouse. When they were done, they melted more snow to get washed in as they made breakfast together; this time pancakes, ham, and hot chocolate.

After they had cleared the table, he watched in amazement as she stripped off her clothes and began to wash herself. The table the water basin was sitting on was right by the window allowing him to see her reflection as she washed, lifting her breasts to wash underneath them before carefully washing her nipples. Though they had already made love twice in the last two days it was the first time he actually got to see her nude body entirely except in the photos his father had taken.

The sunlight glistened off of her wet, golden-brown skin and droplets seemed to cling to certain areas, such as her nipples, drawing his attention to them. And just like in the photos, there wasn’t the slightest trace of tan-lines. Her dark black hair cascaded down her back, just barely touching the upper curve of her butt. Her waist was narrow and flowed out into the gentle contour of her hips. Her ass cheeks were toned and rounded and seemed to bursa escort bayan quiver as he watched her change positions while washing. Her legs were long and well-muscled which didn’t really surprise him considering the amount of time she spent outside.

When he looked back upwards he could see her deep-brown eyes staring out the window and for the briefest moment he thought they might have been staring back at him. Looking still lower, he focused on her full, tear-drop shaped tits. The ‘love-mark’ he’d placed on her left tit caught his attention but his gaze was pulled from it to her large, pointed nipples. He could tell even in the window reflection that they seemed large and swollen. He watched them raise and lower with each breath, suddenly realizing how irregular her breathing had become. When he looked closer he was surprised to see one of her hands had moved lower and was now caressing her pussy.

She was already wet when her fingers slid over her pussy and between her legs. She spread legs and leaned against the table. She sighed as her finger slid past her swollen lips and into her. When she looked in the window she saw him staring back at her and thought about what it had been like to feel his cock sliding into her. She used her moist finger to rub her clit, softly at first and then harder with each surge of pleasure that ran through her stomach. She clung to the edge of the table and felt her hips rhythmically push forward each time she plunged her finger back inside her.

Over and over she repeated the process, her moans growing louder by the minute. She thought she heard something move behind her but paid no attention. Her head tilted back as she prepared to cum.

Within seconds, his clothes were laying on the floor, his cock leading the way. When he stepped up behind her, he reached around and grabbed a tit in each hand as his cock sought its mark. “Is this what you were talking about last night?”

She shrieked and turned her head, feeling his cock running along the crease of her ass. “It took you long enough.”

“Can I help it if I was enjoying the show?” he whispered in her ear.

As she leaned forward, she braced herself against the table with one hand while starting to withdraw the other from her pussy.

“Don’t stop,” he told her. “Tell me what you were you thinking of just now.”

Instead of answering, she closed her eyes and pressed her butt back against his cock, trapping it between the crease.

He leaned forward, slightly withdrawing his cock from her grasp as he cupped and squeezed her tits. “Were you thinking about this?”

Her reply was the slightest nod of her head.

“Or maybe this?” he continued as he pinched her nipples.

“Yessssssssss,” she hissed. “I can’t seem to get enough of you. I feel like such a slut. All I can think about is your cock buried in me, fucking me, and filling me with your cum.”

“If you’re a slut than all you need to remember is that you’re my slut. No one else’s, just mine.”

“I like the sound of that,” she murmured.

“Then finish what you were doing. I want to hear you cum,” he said into her ear.

Having her eyes closed heightened every sensation around her. She could smell him, and the faint aroma of the wood fire. She felt the coarseness of his hands and the calluses that had formed. Each time he touched her nipples she felt the roughness on his fingers scratch across the delicate nubs sending shivers throughout her body, making her pussy tingle. Her finger hesitantly returned to its place between her legs and began massaging her clit once again.

It took a minute or two, but once again she was on the verge of cumming. Her finger slipping in and out of her pussy as her thumb rubbed across her clit. She felt the sunlight warming the flesh of her exposed tits; a warmth that spread and centered between her legs. The rest of the world seemed to fade away into a white, cloudy mass as her pace quickened. It wasn’t until she felt him stretch her nipples almost to the point of hurting that she realized how close she was to cumming.

“Ohmigod. I’m going to … oh fuck … Yessssssssssssssssss!”

“Cum for me,” he said, softly into her ear as he moved his cock and pressed against the opening to her pussy. “Cum for your son. Coat my cock with your juices.”

Her body shuddered as the first orgasm began. She slid two fingers inside herself this time.

He heard her gasp when he removed one hand from her tit and slid it lower over her stomach and to the crease between her legs until it rested on her clit. He squeezed her nipple and the rounded globe of her tit while rubbing her clit as fast as he could. Her breathing was fast and uneven as her body reacted to each new sensation.

Her body shook and she felt her legs begin to weaken as her orgasm flowed over her.

He enjoyed the feel of her naked body in his arms as he moved his hand from her tit to wrap around her waist, helping to hold her up. He kissed her neck and anxiously waited for when he could have one of her tits in his mouth. Meanwhile, his cock grew harder and harder, pressed bursa escort between the cheeks of her ass.

Her body trembled and she was sure a second orgasm started immediately after the first. The touch of his hands on her body along with her own fingers sliding in and out of her pussy was enough to keep her cumming for a long time.

“Ohhhhhhh … right there, sweetie. That’s it … squeeze my tits, pinch my nipples, now … my clit … ohhhh … rub it harder,” she urged him. She finally gave in to the temptation and reached back for his crotch. Instantly, she felt the outline of his cock. She rubbed it furiously as her orgasm began to subside.

“I want to fuck you again. I want to fuck you right here,” he said quietly.

“Yesssssss,” she sighed as she rocked back on the heels of her feet, sliding the head of his cock into her saturated pussy. “I’ve been watching you, watching me, since I started getting washed up. I could see the front of your pants getting bigger and just started to day dream about what it would be like to have you fuck me right here in front of the window.” She felt the head enter her, stretching her pussy as he slowly pushed the rest of his sock into her.

“Ahhhhh,” she murmured under her breath.

He pulled nearly all the way out and then more forcefully drove forward. “Tell me what you want,” he urged.

“I want you.”

“Tell me,” he demanded.

He was fucking her more rapidly. The sound of their flesh slapping against each other filled the cabin.

“Tell me!”

“I want you to fuck me,” she said timidly. “I want you to fuck me, long and hard.”

“Again!”

“Fuck me.”

“Louder.”

“FUCK ME!”

“I said louder.”

“FUCK ME, DAMN IT. FILL MY PUSSY WITH YOUR COCK. PUMP IT INTO MY CUNT AND GIVE ME YOUR CUM!” she screamed.

There was an urgency in her voice now and he could tell from the way her body was trembling that she was getting closer to yet another orgasm. He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him, slamming his cock into her. The table beneath her shock as he drove his cock into her causing water to splash over the edge and cover her. The squishing sound of her juices sucking at his cock echoed against the walls, combined with their moans and groans of delight.

“Yes … yes … yes,” she panted. “Fuck me like a bitch in heat, fill me with your cum, baby. Breed me like one of the animals in the woods.”

Without a word, only a guttural sound from deep within his chest, his orgasm began like an erupting volcano spewing his cum across the walls of her pussy.

“Ohmigod … ohmigod … again. Cumming AGAINNNNNNNNNNNNNNN,” she shrieked.

Another jet of cum quickly followed the first, and another, and another. Each thrust produced a smaller and smaller spurt of cum as he continued to fuck her. They could barely stand by the time he shoved his cock into her for the last time and held her close, feeling the muscles of her pussy tighten around his shaft.

Neither spoke, instead concentrating on staying standing, as they were propelled off into the world of orgasmic bliss.

It was only when his dwindling cock dropped from her pussy with a resounding ‘Pop’ that they became aware of the world around them.

“That was fantas …,” she started to say only to be stopped when she spun her around and kissed her.

“I agree.”

She giggled as she pulled slowly away. “There’s only one problem.”

“What’s that?”

She looked down between her legs, their combined juices leaving a trail as they dripped from her pussy all the way to the floor. “I need to get washed up again.”

The two of them laughed as he pulled her back against him and they shared a long, loving kiss.

“Maybe I should help,” he said when he finally released her.

“Not if we want to get anything else done today,” she teased, as she walked back to the fire to get some fresh water, her bare ass swaying enticingly.

All he could do was groan as he quickly washed up and got dressed to start the day’s chores.

That evening they once again talk about the past and their future. They realize they needed to notify the Sheriff about finding his father’s remains but agree not to say anything about the gold until after they filed a claim.

In the mean time, they quickly fell into a routine. Taking care of the cabin, doing minor repairs to the secondary buildings, and spending long hours making love, anywhere and everywhere in the cabin. One evening, they even tried to make love outside but the cold quickly drove them back in and they finished on a large blanket in front of the fire.

At the end of two weeks, the weather finally broke and he took her to the mine. When they got there, he agreed to wait outside and build a fire as she went inside to spend time with her deceased husband. Afterwards, they talked of wrapping his father’s remains and bringing them back to the cabin but realized that if they did that the Sheriff would have far more questions. Instead, they covered the gold vein with a thick layer of mud before going back to the cabin. The Sheriff finally made it to the cabin the following morning and after being taken to the cave agreed that his father had probably died because of his injuries and that no ‘foul play’ was involved. At long last, Dennis Forbes was brought home to the cabin he’d built and loved.

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South Bound And Down

May 31, 2024 admin No Comments

Amateur

This story is very true and happened not too long ago.

I was driving my truck(wheeler) down 95 from New York heading for Miami. I hadn’t been laid in a few weeks and was horny as hell and got caught in dead stop traffic due to an accident.

I got bored at some point and just started to edge my cock through my shorts until it got dark out and I pulled it out so I could stroke it. Just outside St. Augustine fl my cb went off with someone calling out my truck number and name on side. It had caught me off guard and I froze and looked to my right and saw another trucker looking at me, well I was busted.

I rolled down my window and we talked back and forth while sitting in traffic and he convinced me saying he could help.

I had been curious so I agreed to get off next exit and meet him in truck stop to let him help me out I figured why not. We had both parked a few spots away from each other and he proceeded over to my rig and jumped in.

He was a good looking guy probably mid görükle escort to late thirties, tan, some ink and clean cut.

He said get in your bunk and I’ll do all the work I agreed. He pulled the shades and before I knew it his hands were rubbing my cock from outside my shorts. He eventually stuck one hand up my shorts and started to play with my balls why he undid my shorts with his mouth. He pulled down my shorts and realized I didn’t have any underwear on which turned him on right away as I felt his hand stroking himself. He asked

“you enjoying this so far?”

All I could do is nod my head yes being I was still in state of shock that this was my first time with a guy. He lifted my shirt and started kissing my stomach and worked his was down until finally he took my cock in his mouth as far as he could and started just bobbing up and down. My eyes rolled back for this was absolutely amazing. He went down a little further and started to suck on my balls and ended up having bursa escort bayan both of them in his mouth at one point. Next thing I noticed he lifted my legs up and was tonguing my ass. He then asked

“Are you ready to cum, or can you go a little bit longer?”

I responded

“I’m good why what’s up?”

“You’re up and I have something you will enjoy.”

he responded with a grin ear to ear

He stood up dropped his pants and put me back in his mouth getting my cock all nice and wet. He straddled himself over me and tried to fit me inside but I was to big and he was too tight. I at this point decided it was my turn so I forced him doggy and started to rim and finger him. I figured just treat him like the girl for a little and see what happens.

“You like being a little whore? You want me inside you?”

He started to plead

“Stick it in me I’ll be a little whore all night!!”

His hole was all nice and wet now I stood up behind him bursa escort and just started to tease him by sticking the tip in and pulling It right out. After a few times like that he finally cried and grabbed my ass and forced himself onto me and me all the way inside him. He yelled

“HOLY SHIT!! Fuck me with that cock!!”

I would log slow and then speed up and just keep repeating. He finally said after moaning for a little while

“Please cum already I want to taste it so bad.”

I simply said

“Why? Are you not enjoying me inside you?”

“Yes but I want to taste you covered in me”

“Not yet I’m liking my first time to much.”

I kept sliding in and out of his tight little ass and before I knew it he had reached under both of us and had started to play with my balls and rubbing his finger around my asshole.

It was getting really hot and I could feel myself getting ready to go.

Just before I came I pulled out and he knew he dropped on his knees and took me deep in his mouth again. Finally I couldn’t hold it anymore I grabbed the back of his head and exploded.

After he swallowed every drop he asked if I would be interested in doing it again later that night.

Well I came three more times that night in him.

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Kinky Bride Confessions Ch. 8

May 31, 2024 admin No Comments

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Wedding Day Preparations – Part One

My girlfriend Emma continues to describe her first porno wedding and her first day at the Kinky Brides Group.

“The morning of my kinky wedding I met Bree at 10am and then went to the appointed meeting place to be collected by Mr. Belston. Bree and I carried an overnight bag, each of us telling our parents that we were staying overnight at the others house.

Mr. Belston had my wedding gown in his car and absolutely nothing was mentioned about our night before in the park.

We drove out from the city towards the coast on the main road and turned onto a minor road after about half an hour. The road was climbing uphill and continued to do so when we turned off again onto a road with grass growing up the middle until we reached the large closed gates to a private estate. They were quickly opened by a man and we travelled along a driveway for about half a mile before emerging from the trees in front of a large white mansion.

Mr. Belston stopped the car and turned to us.”

“Welcome to Tulle Towers my pretty girls, home of the KBG.”

“He paused before adding.”

“Home of the Kinky Brides Group just in case you were worried. Others have been known to think we were in someway connected to the Russian secret police. Let us go inside and meet Miss Anne and Madame Margaret who will tell you all about what you have to do at your porno wedding. Now one of our Sissies will be out in a moment to carry your bags”

“Sure enough a man (no wig or make up) dressed as a maid in a pink satin uniform and short white petticoats emerged onto the steps and curtseyed as we alighted the car.”

“My name is Clara and I would like very much to carry your bridal gown Miss Emma, my clit is already excited at the prospect.”

“Clara flicked up his petticoats to show his erection to Bree and myself.

We followed him inside to a large hall with a wide staircase rising to a balcony above.

Bree and I were ushered upstairs into a room and Clara asked us to dress in the two baby doll negligee’s görükle escort hanging on a rail, the white one for me, the red for Bree. They were very sheer, our breasts plainly visible, the three large ruffles around the bottom hiding our naked sex.

Clara returned a few minutes later.”

“Madame Margaret and Miss Anne are ready to see you now. Please remember to curtsey when you enter. I will leave you and go prepare your very pretty gown.”

“We entered the adjoining room to find two ladies, much older than ourselves. We curtseyed and then stood before them. Madame spoke first.”

“Welcome to Tulle Towers Emma. We have heard such a lot about you, good, sexy and kinky things I should add, and look forward to producing your first porno wedding on such a beautiful day. Bree, we also welcome you as chief bridesmaid to Emma and look forward to seeing you in your gowns. I’m sure you will look absolutely radiant. Miss Anne will now explain the format for a porno wedding and walk you around the gardens where the ceremony and the extremely kinky reception will take place.”

“As soon as she stopped speaking Madame dropped her long white negligee to stand naked before her. Miss Anne then continued.”

“Emma will you please thank Madame Margaret in the usual KBG way by kneeling before her to lick her pussy for a few minutes.”

“I obeyed the request and placed my tongue into her pussy as she held her lips apart. A female photographer, completely naked, appeared to record the occasion and as I glanced sideways I saw Bree giving the same thanks to Miss Anne.”

“There was no orgasm, just the opportunity for these two porn Queens to have more photographs of someone else paying homage to their cunts. We were then shown the room where I would be dressed by clitlicker Clara before meeting Upe, my trainbearer and then Bree and Monique, my bridesmaids. Miss Anne then added further information.”

“We have two sissy men coming today to be flowergirls. They have to wear really short dresses over the mandatory petticoats bursa escort bayan and so their little clits will be constantly aroused by the material.”

“Before Miss Anne directed us downstairs she stunned me with her next instruction.”

“At the top of the stairs you will be met by the stud who is giving you away today. He will be totally naked and I know you will be very pleased to hear that Boyd has been chosen today. He will accompany you to the limousine for the tour around the local town before escorting you on his arm to the alter.”

“I really wished it was Boyd whom I was marrying but looked forward to seeing his massive ebony erection against my magnificent white bridal gown. However I wasn’t given much more time to ponder on what could have been as the tour continued around the grounds and onto the sprawling lawns and the bridal bed where I would be fucked in full view of our guests, none of whom I expected to know. According to Miss Anne, because I was to be the youngest ever porno bride, there would be quite a few members in attendance today with some coming from two affiliated clubs, The Dirty Dancers Club from Germany and a similar club, the Cum Dancers Club from Newton, forty or so miles further south from Tulle Towers, where the ballroom dancing gown had the same pride of place as the bridal gown did at Tulle Towers. In all cases, she said, the petticoat rules. Miss Anne went on.”

“As you walk to the alter you will notice our guests in various forms of dress and undress. Perhaps I should explain.

Studs will be completely naked showing off their biggest asset to everyone around. Apart from Boyd there will be four others here today with cocks bigger then ten inches. Clitlickers, both male and female, will be dressed in the statutory white stockings and suspenders. They will be drinking as much cum as they can to get nearer to the target they have been set by me. I arrange all the punishments around here and if you see any clitlicker touching themselves, report them to me and both of us can devise some bursa escort kinky deed for them as punishment.

They are absolutely forbidden to touch their clits on KBG property except at bonus time. Sugardaddies are usually fully clothed and surrounded by their scantily clad girls. Some of these girls are shemale and one Daddy has three of the most stunningly beautiful girls in the KBG but they all have dangling clits. Apart from their beauty they will be easily recognisable – tiny lace skirt over a single layered petticoat and visible clits.

Lots of the male membership, such as those with the dancers, will also be naked, enjoying the titillation of tulle upon their cocks, but the pink or white carnation flower attached to their cock will differentiate them from studs. With so many lovely genetic girls and transgender girls with petticoat filled dresses there is never a deflated cock to be seen and many find it difficult to wait until you give the order for the fucking to begin. It is quite a sight looking down from an upper window at so many raised petticoats around the garden at all those couples and groups screwing each other. The petticoat must never be removed.”

“When the tour was complete we went back to the room to remove our negligee’s and there I met Clara again.”

“I am to take you to the hairdresser’s first before I dress you Emma. Your gown is so sexy and I know I will never be able to hide my excitement as I adjust your gown over all those petticoats.”

“I had to stop Clara by telling her I was wearing my blonde hair long and natural. She interrupted.”

“That’s alright Emma but you have to have your pussy hair shaved off so that everyone can see those young and sweet pouting lips of yours. It’s a special request of your groom.”

“I was attended to by an Oriental girl and another who did not speak but both were very pretty. Mai soaped me and then I watched in disbelief as my curly pubes disappeared as she very expertly shaved me. I had to thank her in the KBG way and was aghast when she dropped her white overall to reveal a tiny cock. Even when I sucked it hard I could still fit the whole of it into my mouth without any problem. This fascinated me when I compared the difficulty of sucking the 12 inches of Boyd.

My kinky wedding was getting near and I returned to the room to dress.”

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The Unusual Professor Ch. 03

May 31, 2024 admin No Comments

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Teresa, exhausted after watching the video that she had discovered the previous night, had fallen asleep almost as soon as her head touched the pillow. Anticipating that Jenni might be returning by the morning to greet Teresa, she was disappointed to wake up to a empty room, with barely an hour to spare before the first lecture of the day. Deciding that she needed to have a shower, she picked up her toiletries and proceeded to the communal bathroom.

Teresa’s parents had been insistent that, should their daughter receive the best of education, that she must at least live in a all women’s dorm. Believing that this might restrain their daughter from making any dire choices in the arms of a horny young man, Teresa smiles to herself as she enters the bathroom.

It’s not the boys they should’ve been worried about, Teresa mused to herself.

Removing her clothes as she prepared to have a shower, she exchanged some pleasantries with the other women in the bathroom. While her experience last night was still fresh in her mind, she drifted into a fantasy while she stepped into the hot water. Looking around at the bathroom, her mind started to change the shape of it, revealing something of a sinister and seductive imagination that she had. The room has tiled beautifully, thanks to the arts and interior design department, and the shower stalls offered ample space for the people using them. But in Teresa’s mind, she saw something different entirely.

There was no privacy that was allowed, she thought. She imagined tall and cruel mistresses, assigned to the morning shift of toilet monitoring. The women, sorted upon applying to the university, were divided upon whom was submissive and who was dominate. Those who were submissive wore a collar of black leather, with a stainless ring to which a leash could be attached. The dominates, who were allocated specific shower time, would enter to the arms of the slaves who would care and ensure that their mistresses are well attended to.

The slaves would enter the room, already naked and present themselves to the mistresses and their attention. Should the slaves have to go to the toilet, they would be make to squat, humiliated, as the cold görükle escort eyes of the mistress would monitor the slaves as they relieved themselves in front of an audience. Then checking to a health schedule, the mistresses-in-training would then apply, to the unlucky few, a enema of warm water. Chained to a leather horse, the nozzle would be unceremoniously forced up the anuses of the slaves, their moans and cries ignored as they are flushed. The sounds of the occasional slap to a naked ass would resound in the bathroom, mute testimony that even this ritual was not above punishment.

Then it would be time for the shower. A mistress-in-training would take a quick inspection of the slaves, noting any hair that would need to be removed and smelling to see if the skin and hair was to be washed. Lined up in a row of six, each slave is again chained to the wall, only this time their hands as well would be bound above their heads as they would wait, in the damp room, until the lowliness of slaves, those sentenced to duties for the crime of cheating on their mistresses, would come to clean them. Six disgraced slaves to clean six slaves apiece, the punishment evident from the looks on their faces, butt plugged and nipple clamped, they are forced to clean their betters slaves.

And they would be rough and cruel, thought Teresa, as she soaped her body and let her mind drift, forced to clean female body after female body, denied to pleasure themselves until they begged and groveled for their mistress forgiveness.

Feeling the tingle as her body became warmer and more sensitive to the ministrations of her shower, Teresa’s mind continued to wander, as the mistresses would smile and joke among themselves, as the slaves squealed and moaned as their bodies were washed and scrubbed to sheen with the glow of soap and sweat, for the shower was indeed hot. It was not uncommon that the washing slaves would occasionally tease the vulva of their bound sister slaves, or to pinch the offered nipples. While the shower would not last any longer than ten minutes, all women by the end of their shower would be left panting and moaning, not from the heat of the water itself nor the touch bursa escort bayan of the women who had cleaned them, but for simply being six women in heat at the beginning of the day. Even though this was a daily event, it was noted this was the fastest way to make the women hot and ready and willing.

It is the drying, however, that presents the most unusual. The slaves, now free of the bondage that held them, would be given a few minutes to brush their teeth and attend to any parts of them that the washing slaves may have missed. They are then herded into a separate part of shower facility, where fresh towels, already warmed up, would be awaiting them. Ordered to quickly dry themselves, they are then told to bend over and present their anuses for inspection, holding their ass cheeks apart as they were scrutinized. It would not be uncommon to hear the moan of a slave as the mistress would taste a slave, or insert a finger into the proffered pussies on display. The problem with the inspection, many a slave will have mused, is that they can go on for as long as those that are inspecting them wishes it to. Oh, the shame of being bent over, ass and pussy on display for a mistress to deem acceptable!

Teresa woke herself up at that point, realizing that she had been pinching her nipples and caressing her ass. Realizing that she could be late for her class, she quickly turned the shower off and proceeded to dry herself. Opening her doors that gave her a sense of privacy, she was slightly relieved that there was no one to see her exit. Just when she thought herself in the clear and free to leave, she heard a moan from the next door. It was soft over the sound of water running, but Teresa heard it. On a impulse, she leant closer to the stall and listened. Sure enough, the unmistakable sound came again, and this time her imagination went into over-drive.

She imagined herself, collared and clean after the shower ritual, dried and inspected, when the head mistress of the morning shift would enter the room. Consulting a list, she informs the slaves in the room that one of them has earned additional points for service and has been granted the chance to come. The bursa escort head mistress, however, was renowned for her imagination, and sure enough sat down and extended her leather clad boot in front of her. Ordering all the slaves to pay attention, she pointed to the petite red head, who obediently came forward. When she stood in front of the slave, she ran a finger along the very wet vulva, eliciting a shudder from the slave. Smiling cruelly, she pointed at her boot and the slave, blushing furiously, turned to face her sister slaves and lowered her aching pussy onto the boot.

It is particularly humiliating, being made to masturbate in front of people. To force yourself to display your most private of rituals, as you feel your body become looser and warmer and sweatier. The slaves, however, have long since abandoned the pretence of dignity, and will take pleasures where offered. It is with this mind-frame that the red head closes her eyes and begins to rub, slowly at first, and then with increasing vigor. However, not one to shy away from a willing audience, she begins to exaggerate her hips and her moans become louder and throatier. Pinching her own nipples, her eyes closed as she smells the room’s scents, of horny wet cunts and hears the low moaning of the slaves enduring an enema.

The mistress, obviously aroused by the enthusiasm of the horny woman, watches closely as she is getting closer and closer to climax. All slaves are trained that self control over orgasm usually yields better experiences, and the mistress remembers her training well. Wrapping her hand in the luxurious red hair, she pulls the slave towards her, the slave’s back arched as she runs her hands over the lithe body before her. Oh she is close! The women in the room, all silent, hear the erratic breathing, and the squelching of the slaves juices on the boot. Then, in the silence, the mistress whispers to the slave, and she comes, wailing and crying and begging, though she doesn’t know what to beg for. Her orgasm envied and craved by some slaves, they watch with hungry eyes, knowing what she wants, what she craves, what they all crave. To be slaves, free forever bound in leather and chains….

Teresa shakes herself again, as the bathroom door has opened up and more women come in, chatting and laughing as their day begins. Teresa decides she needs to leave the bathroom and go back to her dorm room. If this is only the morning, what the hell will happen in the end of the day?

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To Love Again Ch. 02

May 31, 2024 admin No Comments

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Preface: This story looks back on a happier time for Denise and Nan during their two weeks in Gold Beach, Oregon, before they had to say good-bye, each crying her sadness. It involves their climbing a mountain where they experience making love in the outdoors.

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Morning came on the wings of a light Zepher breeze, coming over the mountains behind the little town of Gold Beach. It gently rustled the leaves of hardwoods and evergreen trees that rose on the backs of mountains that formed a wondrous backdrop for this little, out-of-the-way corner of the world. The sea grasses and sea oates with their bushy tops waved to and fro as if the fingers of the Zerpher breeze were playing out a merry tune or running their fingers through knotted hair.

These wonders of Nature meet the waves of the Pacific Ocean coming onto the beach in row after non-ending row. Sometimes the waves gently swish softly onto the sandy beach while there are days combers rise in white caps at their tops to curl and crash in row after row, showing Nature’s power. One can hear their strength as they either churn the beach, cutting swaths and channels for them to return from whence they came, or as they crash upon the rocks in wondrous spray which in time will cut them into pieces, wear them down, and polish them into beautiful, natural gifts beachcombers can find along the beach.

This, however, was one of those gentle days, and Denise and Nan were awake but still lying in bed in one another’s arms. Denise had her right leg drapped over Nan’s two legs since she mostly slept on her back while Denise was a side-sleeper. Nan had her eyes closed, and Denise studied her body from head to foot, admiring the statuesque figure she was. She saw Nan’s lovely large breasts with their cleavage well-defined in her teddy rise and fall with each, measured breath. Looking down from her breasts, Denise admired how well Nan’s rounded hips matched them and how her narrow, short waist gave her that hour-glass figure she so dearly loved. Of course, Denise could not forget to look at Nan’s lovely face.

Denise reached out her right hand and softly traced her fingertips down her smooth arm.

“Good morning, Love,” Denise whispered.

Nan turned her head towards Denise and smiled. “Good Morning, Denise. And how are we today after our night of making love?” Nan playfully chided.

Denise smiled both inwardly and outwardly, “Oh, bosh. And who should be asking how she is after our night of making love?” Denise came back with her own gentle wit.

Each then remembering how wonderful it had been to be in each other’s arms making love for quite sometime…hours…they looked into each others eyes and studied each other’s facial features, and no matter how hard they tried not to, they both burst out laughing.

In the midst of their joyous laughter, Denise rolled over onto Nan and scooped her into her long arms and brought their bodies together, face to face and breasts to breasts. Denise bent down and kissed Nan wantonly on her luscious lips, sliding her tongue into Nan’s open mouth. As many times before, this was not a howdy, good-morning kiss but a soulful and heartfelt kiss that told each how much they were in love.

After the kiss was mutually broken, both Nan and Denise let out a slow breath, letting the other know the power of their kiss.

Denise raised herself up off Nan, keeping her gaze all the way. “Well, now, and what shall we be doing today, me Luv?”

There was a pregnant pause when each thought the other could surely hear her heart beating, but if it were anyone’s heart each heard, it was her own.

Nan had a thought but wasn’t sure she should mention it to Denise since it involved a fantasy of hers, one she had had for many, many years…one she could not fulfill given her many years of celibacy since her hurtful breakup with her former love partner.

Denise looked at Nan and saw she was in deep thought, but since she had asked Nan what they should do today, she thought it must be about that.

Screwing up her courage to invade Nan’s private thoughts, Denise asked, “What is it, Nan? What is it you want to do? From your hesitation in answering my question, I think it is in answer to it, but then I’m not sure.”

Nan answered Denise’s question with some trepidation, “Well, Denise, I have had this fantasy for many, many years that I have dreamed of having come true. But I’m self-conscious about telling you.”

“Oh, Nan, you know by now you can tell me anything even though we’ve known one another for just a short time. We both promised to be open and non-judgmental. Did we not?” asked Denise.

“Yes. Yes. You’re right, Denise. We did promise that,” answered Nan.

“Well, then, let’s have it. What is your fantasy you’d like to do today? Nothing will shock or surprise me, Nan. You can be sure of that. I’ve my own list of fantasies. One of them just might be the same as yours,” Denise encouraged Nan.

“All right, then. My fantasy görükle escort is to make love outdoors in the woods, being completely butt- naked. Does that sound too horrible, Denise?” Nan asked with a blush coming to her face while holding her breath for Denise’s response.

Denise smiled and her face lit up as she looked at Nan’s somewhat discomfort in having shared her fantasy with her. “Ooooohhhhh, Nan. That is a fantastic fantasy. So natural and erotic,” she said. “The very thought of it is beginning to make me wet already.”

While saying this, Denise reached down and pulled up her red teddy around her hips, a different kind without snaps in the crotch as she had worn when they first made love. She let it fold around her waist, exposing both her shaved pussy covered with a thin line of very blonde hair that went from the top of her pussy where her small labia meet at the glans, hood, and shaft of her clitoris, and from there up to her pubic hair shaped in the form of a heart.

Denise reached over to Nan and gently took her left hand, and moved it towards her, putting Nan’s fingers covered by her own onto her excited clit.

“See, Nan, how excited and wet I am from the very idea of making love with you outdoors. It is so erotic, and the idea of making love in a public place even though it is the woods where we might be seen makes it even more wanton and erotic,” said Denise.

“Mmmmmmm. You feel so good down there. So good and so wet,” Nan said as she brought her fingers up to her mouth and licked and sucked them clean of Denise’s pussy cream. “And they taste good, too,” Nan added, smiling.

“I bet you’re wet between your legs, too, Nan. Aren’t you?” asked Denise.

“Yes. Yes. I think so. I do feel somewhat wet between my legs,” Nan said.

With a tone of mock-surprise, Denise said, “Oh, well then. Here, let me feel your clit and see if your wet or not.”

Denise raised herself up and leaned forward, giving her a full view of Nan’s furry bush. Nan’s thick, reddish pubic hair still thrilled her so.

Denise reached down with her hand and let her fingers trace from the bottom of Nan’s pussy up to her vagina, enjoying the silky feel of Nan’s smooth labia, until she came to Nan’s vagina. Once there Denise circled around Nan’s vagina hole with her fingers and then gently slid them into it. She didn’t stay long. Denise, having collected Nan’s pussy cream, removed her wet fingers and went back up to Nan.

Holding her fingers in front of Nan, Denise said, “Well, as you can see, Love. You are not only wet. You are verrrry wet.”

With that Denise said to Nan, “And now, you must return the favor I gave you. I’m going to suck and lick my fingers of all your wet, pussy cream.”

Denise put her fingers into her mouth and tasted the ambrosia of Nan’s womanly, scented pussy cream. “Mmmmmmmm. You are one delicious woman, Nan. I must say,” Denise told her.

Once again Nan blushed at the compliment, but she was happy Denise liked the way she smelled and tasted.

Both Nan and Denise were too far gone and too excited now to get up from the bed to begin their day of finding a place to make love outdoors.

They looked at one another, and without having to ask or answer, each knew they both needed to have their orgasms, but they would make these orgasms short and quick. Just enough to take the edge off their erotic sensations and desire to cum.

“Well, Love, I don’t think either of us planned this, but now that we’re here, we might as well get at it and give ourseles our orgasms,” said Denise. “What do you say?” she asked Nan.

“Oh, yes. My yes, Denise,” answered Nan. “It couldn’t be any other way,” she sighed.

“How do you want to get off then?” asked Denise.

“Well…well,” Nan hesitated answering.

Denise jumped in, “Why don’t we get into the 69 position and eat one another’s pussies until we cum all over each other’s faces?”

“That sounds good to me, Denise,” responded Nan. “That sounds very good, indeed.”

Because of their difference in height, Denise suggested Nan should lie on her back with her turned around and with her thighs on either side of Nan’s face while Denise knelt on the bed with her ass raised and her head between Nan’s splayed legs.

Having gotten the logistics of their 69 position straightened out, Denise said,”Scootch down, Nan, and I’ll get on top.”

Nan did as Denise asked, and once in place, Denise got up on her knees, brought her left knee up and over Nan’s body, and lowered it onto the mattress. Now Denise had her head between Nan’s lovely legs with her pussy just inches from her face.

After looking at Nan’s beautiful pussy, spread as it was from her stretching her legs apart, Denise dipped her face directly into Nan’s pussy and began to lick and suck it frantically up and down between her labia. Nan did the same to Denise as she raised her head and brought her mouth and tongue up to Denise’s pussy. Nan’s being on the bottom as well bursa escort bayan as being short made it more difficult for her to lick and suck Denise’s clit and labia while Denise had the advantage of being on top and having full access to Nan’s whole pussy.

Both traced in between each other’s pussy lips with their tongues and lips, and when and if they were at the entrance to each other’s vaginas, each pointed her tongue and stuck it inside as far as it would go. Once again Nan was at a disadvantage for being short as well as being on the bottom.

However, whatever her position, both Nan and Denise were so hot and horny, they didn’t need too much attention nor time to get the other off, so they sucked like banshees on one another.

In between their moaning and groaning Nan and Denise sensed their times for orgasm were very close, so each went to THE spot to help the other have her vibrating orgasms. Each raised her head and brought her mouth right onto the other’s erect clit that was so hard and sensitive to the touch. Each flicked the other’s clit with their rapier tongues and swirled their clits around. They then clamped their mouths onto each other’s clits in a suction grip, pushed their faces into the other’s pussy, and quickly thrashed their heads from side to side as does a shark when bitting a junk of flesh from the body of its prey. They continued sucking on the other’s clit, bringing her to orgasm.

Moans and groans of wanton pleasure filled the room until simultaneously Nan and Denise released their vibrating, tingling orgasms against the other’s face, not bringing them up until the shrill sounds of each other’s orgasmic pleasures were stilled and the trembling legs of the other opened and released each other’s heads that had been trapped as if in two vices.

Denise rolled off Nan and at first just lay at her feet, trying to get her breath under control and regulate her pounding heart that she could feel as the blood passing through the veins in her temples throbbed. It was the same for Nan. And each was covered in sweat, loving sweat, the sweat that comes from having given and received the velvet touch of her lover.

Once calmed, Denise climbed up to Nan and kissed her cum-covered lips. In that kiss each tasted their mingled love juice and pussy cream, and each luxuriated in their kiss as well as in the taste of the elixir of their love.

“Whew! That was really something. Wasn’t it, Nan?” Denised sighed through breath she was still trying to control.

“Oh, my, yes, Denise. That was so fantastic. So erotic. My orgasm exploded as if it came right through my clit,” Nan answered. “Again, as I told you before, Denise. I never knew such orgasms, such erotic emotions, were possible. And to think I’ve missed them a good part of my life. What a shame. But, at least, I have you to thank, Denise, for introducing me into the art of lesbian love for which I absolutely thank you.”

Denise just smiled at Nan, letting her know she understood what she had been telling her. After all, Nan had given her the gift of her “virginity” for which she was ever grateful.

“Well, Love,” said Denise, “It’s best we get showered and dressed into our hiking clothes, so we can go out and find ourselves a mountain to climb, and I think I know just the one. We passed it on our way north to Coos Bay. But first, after getting ready, we need to eat breakfast and pack a lunch for later. Cheese, crackers, and fruit all right for you, Nan?”

“Yes, that will be fine,” answered Nan.

“Okay, one more kiss, and it’s off to the shower,” Denise said to Nan as she lowered her lips to hers.

With these necessities completed, Denise grabbed their lunch and put it into her black backpack where she also kept her trusty Swiss Army knife.

In minutes Denise and Nan were driving north through the town towards the place that Denise had selected for their hike that day. Loving to climb mountains and having climbed the highest mountain in the Lower Forty-Eight, Mt. Whitney, in Southern California, Denise thought she and Nan would enjoy a climb up a mountain where they were less likely to meet too many people…if any with luck.

They crossed the north bridge that spans the now blue, placid waters of the Rogue River that had through eons of time used all its energy to cut through the rock to make the gorge over which many white water falls now churn, cascading over the fallen rocks.

It is there one can take the jet boat rides up and down the Rogue River.

They were driving along the Pacific Coast Highway towards Fort Ord, a small town not too far north of Gold Beach.

Waiting in suspense, Nan asked Denise, “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see, Nan. Just be patient. It’s not too far, and I want it to be a surprise,” said Denise.

Nan didn’t press as she looked over at Denise who had a sly grin on her face.

Having driven about twenty minutes, Denise slowed the car down, crossed the highway, and parked bursa escort the car in a rather large space along the side of the road.

“Do you remember that brown sign we saw when we drove to Coos Bay?” she asked Nan.

“Yes. I remember. But what about it?” Nan asked.

“Look across the road. What do you see?”

Nan turned her face and looked across the road and saw the brown sign Denise had just mentioned.

“All right. What about it?” asked Nan quizzically.

“Let’s get out of the car, and I’ll show you,” answered Denise as she got out her side and came around to the passenger side from which Nan was getting out, closing the car door behind her.

“Here, give me your hand, Nan,” Denise said as she offered it to Nan.

They looked both ways on the road, and when there were no cars coming or going, Nan and Denise crossed the road, climbed over the guard rail, and stood in front of the brown, wooden sign.

On the sign were two words: Humbug Mountain.

“Do you remember we thought it was such an unusual name to call a mountain, that being the words spoken by Ebenezer Scrooge in Dicken’s “Christmas Carol?”

“Yes, I remember that. We couldn’t make the connection between the two,” said Nan.

“Right. You know I love to climb, and I thought you would enjoy our climbing up to the summit of Humbug Mountain. You don’t mind? Do you, Nan? If so, tell me, and we’ll look for some other place to hike,” said Denise who was willing to compromise with Nan since they didn’t do anything without the other’s approval.

“No. No.,” answered Nan. “It’s fine with me to climb it, but you know I’m not the climber you are, but I’m willing to try.”

“That’s, my girl,” said Denise.

Thus agreeing Nan and Denise crossed the highway again to the other side, locked the car, got Denise’s backpack, and looked for the beginning of the trail which they found was not far from where their car was parked.

The three mile trail runs out of Brush Creek Canyon to the summit, and the first thing they noticed about the trail on Humbug Mountain was it started up from the very beginning, so it wasn’t long before both Denise and Nan were breathing deeply and feeling the strain on their leg muscles. They even had to stop a few times to catch their breath.

One of the pluses of this hike was they were hiking under a broad canopy of trees that covered the mountain, making it cool; although, the winds coming off the Pacific northwest act like a constant air conditioner.

This part of the trail was so strenuous and circuitous, Nan and Denise didn’t talk too much but kept looking at their feet.

Denise, being the experienced climber, encouraged Nan, “Just take one step at a time. You can’t think of getting to the top. Just think about taking the next step.”

“All right, Denise,” Nan gasped.

In about twenty minutes Nan and Denise came to a fork in the trail, and here they stopped to rest and catch their breath. Their chests heaved in and out with each breath, accentuating the rise and fall of their breasts.

At this quarter mile junction there was a sign which said or warned that if the first part had been too taxing, one should turn around and go back down.

Denise read the sign, looked up both trails which went to the left and right, and seeing neither one seemed as elevated as the thigh-burning part she and Nan had just completed, she said,”What they Hell! I think we just climbed the most difficult part of the trail, and now they tell us we should go back if it were too difficult. How absurd can that be? There should be a sign at the beginning telling hikers of the difficulty of the steep climb,” said Denise mockingly.

“What do you want to do, Nan? Your choice,” asked Denise.

“I don’t know, Love, but I’m willing to go on,” answered Nan.

“All right then, which do we take…the trail to the left or the trail to the right? Both will take us to the summit.

Nan looked at each trail and the option they faced, and then she said, “Let’s take the left trail. One drives on the left side of the road in Ireland, so we’ll go up on the left side,” Nan said with a smile on her lovely face.

Denise didn’t care which trail thet took, and so she agreed with Nan to take the left trail, thinking her reasoning to be quite the Irish thing to do.

Thus, each taking a deep breath, Nan and Denise continued their hike up forested Humbug Mountain that dominates the south coast with its steep rise from tidal pools to the sky. In spring wildflowers brighten the trail, and the creeks filled with winter water cascade over rocks and fallen trees with a raucous voice. Since it was April Nan and Denise where at Gold Beach for their two weeks together, they saw the wildflowers that both of them loved. The color was so fresh and beautiful.

The forested mountain is so dense with trees there are only a few views to the north and east. Its slopes feature an old-growth rain forest, and Humbug Mountain is said to be the highest mountain in the Lower Forty-Eight that directly descends into the sea, looking like a pyramid from seaward, so Denise had the privilege of climbing two of the highest mountains in the Lower Forty-Eight, 1756 feet of Humbug Mountain and almost 15,000 feet of Mt. Whitney.

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Those Autofellatio Blues Ch. 03

May 31, 2024 admin No Comments

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If you knew the exact day you were going to die, would you be able to function? Could you go about the normal, humdrum minutiae of life knowing the precise date of your demise? Even if you had 80 years ahead of you, would you wake up thinking, “Well, I only get to do that 29,000 more times,”?

I bring this terrifying dilemma to your attention because, as death is one of the defining aspects of life, so is sex, and I happened to know the exact date that I would lose my virginity. It was going to be on Thursday, as a matter of fact. I’d hoped that Elaine’s would be the first pussy I would enjoy, but her gorgeous and scary friend Julia demanded that she be the first to enjoy my freakishly large penis. Elaine acquiesced to her wishes. And Thursday was the day.

I insisted on one condition-Elaine had to be there. At the party where I’d first encountered Julia she had butt-fucked me with a strap-on until I was in tears. I was afraid that during the emotionally vulnerable moment when I lost my virginity Julia would do something vicious and twisted that would fuck me up for life. I trusted and loved Elaine, and knew she wouldn’t let me get fucked any other way than the way God intended. If, indeed, God had a hand in this rather messed-up situation. I kinda doubt it.

I was excited, sure. To finally have my penis inside a woman, to bury myself inside a warm, wet vagina…it had me climbing the walls. I loved getting soapy handjobs and enthusiastic blowjobs, but pussy was of course the Holy Grail. Like most guys I’d given myself handjobs. Unlike most guys, I’d given myself blowjobs. But no guy can enjoy pussy without a woman. Unless the guy…well, best not to even think about that. Yuck.

The woman I was going to fuck was incredibly gorgeous, incredibly sexy, and incredibly scary. I guess two out of three ain’t bad. Julia demanded that I abstain from sex until the Big Day, and I tried, but it was impossible. On Monday I woke up at 3AM with a hard-on nearly scraping the ceiling. I padded silently to the door and locked it, ensuring that my Mom couldn’t blunder in on me as she had several weeks before. I lay on my back and flipped my legs over my head and wedged them in that gap in my headboard. It was harder than usual, I had some trouble tucking myself in a tight enough ball to get my cock to my lips. Out of practice, maybe.

My mouth was absolutely watering, and I used some of that saliva to get my head nice and wet. I knew from experience that nothing helps transmit every loving touch of your lips and tongue through your cock like a sloppy wet head. Once I was wet enough I wrapped my lips around the fat bulb and started to suck. I was already leaking pre-come from my spigot and the taste made me redouble my efforts.

I sucked, and I sucked, and I sucked. I had to come soon both because I desperately needed the release and because my stomach muscles were starting to tremble with fatigue.

“Umm, oh, mmmph!” I moaned as my lips and tongue brought me to a glorious orgasm. I greedily swallowed every drop of my runny load. It felt so good to have the Cloroxy taste of my come in my mouth again. It had been quite awhile since I’d given myself oral pleasure, and even if it was far, far better to have a woman suck my dick, there’s something about taking care of yourself that’s oddly satisfying. I belched quietly and went back to sleep.

I had even better things to look forward to the next day. I went to visit Elaine with a bright idea. “I want to lose my virginity with you,” I said. “Please, let’s do it now, and that way I won’t be so scared with Julia. She’ll never know.”

Elaine, her dark red hair pulled up in a matronly bun, smiled but shook her head. “No, honey. You promised your cherry to Julia, and you should keep your promises.” She touched my cheek in her motherly way. “And you don’t need to worry about having sex with Julia.”

“I don’t?”

“Of course not. You’ll see, sex is the most natural thing two people can enjoy together.” Then her smile twisted mischievously. “What you need to worry about is Julia afterwards.”

I didn’t like the sound of that. “What do you mean?”

“I love Julia, really, but she is a bit of a strange duck.”

Calling Julia a “strange duck” seemed a good candidate for Understatement of the Year. “What would she do?”

She laughed. “Who knows? She might try to enslave you, she might crawl after you screaming that she loves you and will kill any woman who looks at you. Her emotions tend to run all over the place.”

“Oh, that sounds great,” I said, my stomach really starting to churn. “I’m not going through with this.”

Elaine’s smile vanished. “Oh, you don’t want to do that. No, no, no. Julia doesn’t handle rejection well. At all. You don’t want to do that.”

“I’m afraid,” I said, and Elaine came over and hugged me, pillowing my head on her big, soft breasts. “Don’t worry,” she said. “Just enjoy yourself, have sex with her, and everything will be fine.”

A simple enough solution. Have sex. Sure. I görükle escort let my head rest against Elaine’s breasts, enjoying their warm, powdery scent. Elaine’s hand moved from my shoulder down to my groin. “I’m not sure how Julia will react to getting fucked by this big…” she unbuttoned my shorts, “thick…” she pulled them down to my ankles, “cock.” She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and started pumping slowly. I sighed with delight as she used her long fingernails to tickle my testicles. Playful lust brightened her dark brown eyes.

“Let’s go upstairs,” I groaned. Upstairs was Elaine’s “fun room”, where she had a battery of dildos and restraints and a bed that had cuffs attached to a winch, a bed that helped me fold myself in two.

“You don’t like the way I suck your cock?” Elaine teased.

“Let’s suck it together,” I panted.

She took me to the room and put me in the stirrups and cranked my legs back over my head. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as the night before but it was still a bit of a strain. But my dick was right in my face, and I opened my mouth and the silky smooth head slipped between my lips. I used my tongue to bathe my cockhead in spit as I watched Elaine pull the pins holding her hair up and drop them on a small table. She shook her hair free and it fell in thick waves about her shoulders. She walked over to a big dresser and pulled open a drawer. “Maybe a toy, for fun?”

I gently gnawed on my knob for a few delicious seconds before I felt Elaine’s fingers gliding around my anus, leaving behind a thick layer of lubricating gel. I knew what was coming next and I groaned around the big meaty stick in my mouth. Elaine inserted a thin stainless steel dildo deep inside me, it wasn’t thick but it was very long.

“You like that, huh?” she said.

“Uhh!”

“How about this?” She twisted the end and the probe began vibrating gently inside me. My mouth released its hold on my cock long enough to whimper, “Oh, Jesus.”

“Can I have a taste?” Elaine asked. She knelt next to my head and leaned down and wrapped her lips around my throbbing shaft. She was so close I could smell her soft red hair. The dildo hummed inside my rectum and Elaine’s lips and tongue ravaged my vulnerable penis.

“I’m gonna come!” I moaned.

She drew her slavering lips away from my cock. “Not just yet.” She fed my cock back into my mouth, let me suck myself for a few spine-melting strokes, and then she took her turn, bobbing her own warm lips up and down my length. It was an awkward position for her but she didn’t seem to mind. The frantic expression on my face told her how much pleasure she was giving me.

“You can have it, if you want,” I said as my nerve cells started to fire all at once. “I had a big load last night.” I knew Elaine loved swallowing my semen as much as I did. She pulled her lips away long enough to say, “Are you sure?”

“Just save me a taste.”

Elaine smiled and forced my cockhead through her pursed lips. The slippery friction drove me over the edge. She sucked it and her nails tickled my balls and the dildo buzzed away and I moaned with joy. I ejaculated and my cock spurted and shook and hot, sticky semen poured down Elaine’s throat.

“Oh my God that’s good,” Elaine said with an unusual amount of emotion. She daintily cleaned my penis with her tongue. “I can’t wait to feel that thing go off like that inside me. Feeling you shoot inside me alone would be enough to make me come.”

“Then let’s do it now,” I said. I wasn’t quite hard enough yet but I knew in about ten minutes I would be raring to go.

She kissed me on the lips, her tongue gently moving inside my mouth, giving me that taste of my come that I wanted. She kissed me for a minute, and then I pulled my face to the side.

“What’s wrong, honey?” she said.

“Lower me,” I gasped. “My abs are cramping.”

Elaine brought me back to a prone position and I panted with relief. “That never happened before,” she said.

“That’s because you’ve been chaining me to the walls and stuff like that. I’m out of shape.”

“Well, rest your stomach muscles. You’ll be using them on Thursday.

*****

School that day was torture. My friends irritated me, my teachers bored me, and Bridget Landau, the uber-hottie who ruled our school, wore this jailbait plaid jumper with knee-high socks that made me throb so much I thought there wasn’t enough blood flowing to my brain to keep me conscious. She was so incredibly juicy and succulent I almost excused myself so I could go to the bathroom and jerk off.

If I had, I would have had company. My friend Vince said, “Can you believe what she wore today? Jesus Christ. I thought we had a fucking dress code.”

Dave said, “What, you wanna be the one to tell her to change?”

“I can’t concentrate! She drives me crazy! You’d think one of the teachers would say something to her.”

“They’re more afraid of her than we are,” Dave said.

Bridget did inspire fear as well as bursa escort bayan lust. I wondered how any man could ever measure up to her standards. I wondered if she was lonely, so isolated by her relentless sexiness that she couldn’t have an enjoyable relationship with a man. Then again, she was also the most unpleasant, stuck-up and arrogant person I’d ever met, so who cared if she was miserable? Fuck her, she deserved it.

The day, at last, came to an end. I rushed home, blitzed through my homework, and told my mom I was going “out”. She knew where I was going, since she had, after all, put me in Elaine’s tender care. Still, knowing that her son was going off to get diddled wasn’t cause for cartwheels.

“What are you going to do when you go away to college?” she asked. “You won’t be able to bother Elaine every day.”

“I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it,” I said blithely as I skipped outside to the car. I couldn’t be bothered with thoughts of the future when my present was fraught with such import. I was going to pop my cherry!

I pulled into the driveway to find another car already there. Julia’s. My hands were shaking Elaine greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the lips. “Are you excited?”

I put her hands on my crotch. “What do you think?”

She bit her lower lip. “Oh my.”

“Is she here?”

Elaine nodded, still staring at my groin. Her fingers traced the outline of my cock. “I’ll take you to her.”

She took me to the “Fun Room”, and there she was, the woman who would be my first lover. Her lustrous dark hair was pulled back in a long ponytail, her lips were painted a vivid red, and she wore a black silk teddy that accented every curve of her voluptuous body. Dressed to kill. I involuntarily licked my lips as I looked her over.

She leapt up from the bed and shrieked, “My cock is here!” She grabbed my zipper and yanked. I looked at Elaine in terror as Julia tore at my clothes with her talons.

“I guess you’re glad to see me,” I said meekly.

She pulled out my cock and, without further preamble, capped her mouth over my cock. Her eyes bored into mine as I watched my giant erection stretch her painted lips into a wide O. Then she stopped. “Why should I do all the work? Make yourself hard. I want to watch.”

I knew what she meant. Elaine helped me get in the stirrups, and the wheel went clank-clank-clank until my skinny body was folded in half and my penis loomed like a pink torpedo in my face.

Julia sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. Her long nails played at the edges of her black silk panties as she watched me give myself head. “Suck it,” she hissed.

I soon replaced her saliva with mine coating my dick. “Mmm! Mmm!” I moaned as I blew myself. I didn’t know if she wanted me to come in my mouth, and I let myself go for a moment. I closed my eyes and felt the lava begin to build inside me. Then I felt fingernails fondling my ass, my testicles, and finally they closed around my shaft. I opened my eyes and Julia was staring at my erection with awe. “Should I come?” I gurgled.

“No! I want you as hard as possible and your balls as full as possible. Are you about to come?

“Yes!” I groaned, engulfing my cock again with my mouth.

The winch suddenly started clattering, and my legs gradually lowered back to the bed. I sucked my cock as long as possible, but eventually my slavering lips lost contact with my quivering prick. Elaine unshackled me and then stepped aside for Julia, who had removed the teddy and panties. She was so gorgeous, so hot and sexy, I couldn’t imagine why a woman like that would want anything to do with a skinny kid like me. I couldn’t decide what to look at first, her cruel, smiling lips, her firm, round breasts, or the dark thatch between her legs.

Julia, however, only had eyes for the big pink thing sticking up between my legs. “Get up,” she commanded, and I obeyed. She lay down on the bed and spread her legs wide. “Come on, come on, give me that big fucking cock!”

Elaine stood next to me and tore open a foil package containing an extra-large condom. She daintily rolled it down the length of my phallus. “Now, go slow at first,” Elaine said, grabbing my lubricated shaft and guiding me toward Julia’s wide-open legs.

Julia said, “Fuck that, put it in me and start pounding.”

“He’s really big, Julia. He might take some getting used to.”

Julia’s laugh was a hoarse bark. “We’ll see. Come on, I wanna fuck!”

I’d dreamed about this moment since I popped my first boner. Having a gorgeous older woman demand my dick was just about my favorite fantasy. The reality, though, wasn’t quite so pleasant. I was scared shitless. I knelt between Julia’s legs and Elaine aimed my cock at Julia’s pussy. Her opening looked so small compared to my big stick. Elaine rubbed my cockhead up and down Julia’s slot, and then I caught in her hole. “Slow,” Elaine said, her hand on my buttocks, pushing me.

I guess I expected my cock to sizzle with bursa escort her heat, expected the sensation to be so intense it would overwhelm me. It wasn’t like that. It was tight and snug and warm and slick, but I could handle it. The condom may have helped dull the sensation, but I knew that I wouldn’t come in two seconds. That gave me a bit more confidence.

Julia’s reaction helped as well. “Holy fucking shit, he’s big,” she whimpered. “I can feel every vein in his cock.” I pulled my hips back and thrust back inside her. Julia groaned. “Elaine…he’s huge!”

Elaine pulled my hips, drawing me out, and then she pushed me back in a bit deeper. I exhaled hard. That felt really good. I moved in and out again. It felt really, really good. Wet and tight and the wetness and tightness was all around me. I started thrusting slowly, Elaine’s hands still on my hips, not letting go, as though this was my first time riding a bike without training wheels. In and out, in and out. I looked down and saw my huge tool stretching Julia’s opening, her labia caressing my shaft with every stroke.

“Sweet Jesus!” Julia cried. She wasn’t the arrogant, selfish harpy who fucked me up the ass with such gleeful cruelty. Now I had the power, my cock placing her in my control. I started fucking her faster, deeper, and it felt better and better. The feeling of penetrating her was magnificent, the thrusting of my hips the most natural motion in the world.

I put my hands on Julia’s thighs and started fucking her. Elaine released her hold on my hips and I was pedaling on my own. Julia was so wet that my every thrust made a sexy, sloppy sound. I introduced myself deeper and deeper inside her, until I was buried to the root with every stroke. Her nipples suddenly flushed deep red and tightened into hard plugs, and I busied my thumbs with fondling them. She moaned even louder and she started to sweat all over, a thin sheen of perspiration making her lush body glisten.

“Elaine, oh God, oh God, he’s so fucking good!”

I was getting payback and I loved it. I fucked her a little harder.

“Oh shit, I’m coming! I’m coming, I’m coming, huhhh!” Her voice broke off and her bright red lips formed a twisted grimace. Her nipples were so hard I thought they might pop off like rivets under too much pressure. She quivered from head to toe as her orgasm exploded inside her, and I kept fucking her through it all. I remembered how Julia had fucked me up the ass and it gave me extra incentive to show my newfound dominance.

“That’s right,” I said, “you’re my bitch, you’re my bitch…”

I shouldn’t have been so cocky. As she came her pussy kept quivering and spasming in wonderful rhythmic contractions and one of those frantic squeezes got me in just the right place. That fast, I was about to come. Now it was my turn to moan and shiver. I turned to Elaine and looked at her with beseeching eyes. “I’m gonna come,” I whispered in a lost little boy voice. As though she could do something about it.

“Come, honey,” Elaine cooed, putting her hand on my buttocks and spurring me on. I thrust faster and faster and faster and Julia gasped and writhed underneath me. The pressure built remorselessly inside my cock every second, until I hit that wonderful point of no return.

Julia was shrieking now. “Oh shit, you’re fucking killing me! Fuck me!” I pistoned myself faster and faster, the delicious pressure building every second, until I hit that terrible point of no return.

Julia was shrieking now, “Shit, you’re fucking killing me! Fuck me!” I thrust myself inside her on last time, so deep our pubic hair rustled together, and then the golden sunrise of my first orgasm inside a woman burst over the horizon. My semen flooded the reservoir tip of the condom and jolt after jolt of electric pleasure coursed through my body.

Julia arched her back, forcing me as deep as possible inside her. “It’s twitching inside me,” she groaned. She was wheezing, taking long, ragged breaths. Her eyes were shut tight. When they opened they were spacy, unfocused, dreamy.

“That was the best cock I’ve ever had,” she said to Elaine, as though I wasn’t even there, as though my penis was the only part of me that mattered. “It’s not just huge. The shape, it’s perfect. It’s curved just the right way to hit all your hot spots. It’s fucking incredible.”

She put her hands over her eyes. “I haven’t been fucked like that since Bill Payton stopped swinging with us.”

I jerked up, sliding my cock partway out of Julia, who groaned, “No, no, stay inside me!” She wrapped her legs around my waist and shoved me back in. I looked at Elaine, who held a single finger to her lips. Julia rubbed her eyes for another few seconds, then those hawk eyes focused on me. “You just went soft all of a sudden. What the fuck’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I stuttered. Elaine came over and put her hands on my hips. She said, “I’m sure he’s just a bit in shock about what he’s just done.”

“Oh, yeah,” I mumbled. Elaine unlocked Julia’s legs from my waist and slowly eased me out of her pussy. Julia moaned in protest and I extracted myself inch by inch. It was a relief to finally be disconnected from her. Elaine removed the condom, filled like an éclair with my cream, and carried it to the bathroom to throw it away.

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Snow White: An Erotic Adventure Ch. 01

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There I sat staring so dejectedly at my mother’s grave. I had needed to get away from everything and everyone, all they seemed to what to talk about was my fathers new bride, thus their new queen and potentially my new step mother! I had to get away from the jovial scene the castle reflected with its wedding decorations. It sickened me my mothers body had barely cooled before my father had rushed out to find himself her replacement. Well, that wasn’t exactly true my rational side argued, it had been a whole year since my mother had died of consumption. And longer since that my father had even smiled, when the disease had begun to lay siege and her condition worsened the spark, that vitality that had been apart of him had slowly faded, leaving a hollow shell in its wake.

Since my fathers courtship of Jasmine he had a new spring in his step and that spark had returned. It just all seemed too soon, how could he move on so quickly? My mother had been the love of his life, his everything, his sole purpose for living and now she was no more than a distant memory.

It had been months since my father had deigned to grace his wife’s grave with his presence. A bitterness that was so new consumed me, when I saw the weeds that had begun to grow around her tombstone after months of neglect. “How could he do this to you” I cried pain shredding my heart, hot tears flowed down my cheeks, as I thought bitterly that the only reason he gave my mother even a passing thought was because I looked so much like her. She had given me her thick black hair that I found would curl just like hers if I allowed it to get too long. Right now in its short state where it covered my ears and constantly got into my eyes it had a more wavy quality. I had her eyes, wide expressive green eyes and her red full lips that always seemed to pout. I had always thought it ridiculous for a man to have such feminine features and had wished to have the ruggedly handsome features that my father had, a chiseled jaw and cheeks, a full lower lip a strong brow and hair that adorned his face signifying that he was a man.

However now that my mother lays still in the frigid earth I find myself thanking God that I was blessed to look this way. Its been so hard to remember her laugh or how her voice sounded when she spoke, it scares me that I feel her fading from my memory. At least this way I’ll never forget what she looked like or what her smile was like, although I have had seldom little to rejoice. I shivered as the first snow flakes of winter had begun to fall, I clutched my velvet cloak around me to keep in what little warmth there was. Winter, it reminded me of her. When I was born the only difference between my mother and I was that where her skin was olive and looked as though permanently kissed my the sun., I was white not sickly more like the color of fresh milk or cream. Or as white as snow as she used to say and thus snow white became her pet name for me, in fact it suited me so well that only the peasants referred to my as Prince Caspian to every one else I was fondly called Snow.

Snow. It hurt to hear the name spoken on the lips of others when the giver had been so cruelly taken from me. I shivered again as the wind whipped viciously against my skin I detested the thought of going back to the castle but father would no doubt become frantic at my disappearance. I sighed as I stood up my limbs were stiff from the cold and inactivity, with one last look at my mothers grave I walked towards my black mare that had been grazing peacefully mounted her and took off at a fast gallop towards the castle.

AT xslot THAT VERY MOMENT

“Where could he be?” Saul wondered as he paced nervously across the floor in his private chambers. It was so unlike Snow to just disappear like this without at least telling someone where he planned to be. He hadn’t even bothered to take his personal guard with him! How could he be so reckless as if I haven’t lost enough already, Snow is the last thing that binds me to Maria and he wont even take the proper precautions to ensure his own safety. At the mere mention of his beloved’s name Saul’s heart constricted painfully in his chest, no no no he thought to himself I cant wallow in self misery I cant lapse into a depression of what once was, for what can no longer be. No I have a duty to my kingdom to be a strong king, I have an obligation to give them a new queen. I have to ensure that heaven forbid that if anything happened to Snow there would be another heir to take the throne and rule my kingdom long after I am gone.

Saul understood that in light of the current festivities that Snow was having a particularly hard time dealing with the death of his mother. He’d have to be completely cold hearted and obtuse not to see how this would affect his son, it had been a hard year for them of that there was no doubt. But Snow would have to come to terms with the fact that as king and as a potential king duty had to come first no matter how much it weighed upon his heart, the people and the good of the kingdom come first.

Looking out the window Saul saw the first flakes of winter begin to descend from the heavens and settle upon the ground. “Maria, Maria I beg you forgive me what am I to do?” came his whispered heart-stricken pleas. So consumed by his thoughts he barely registered the fact that his son stood before him cheeks flushed, hair slightly damp with moisture staring at his feet until he nervously cleared his throat in an attempt to gain his attention.

“Come here to me” came the gruff barely audible voice of the king as he moved to embrace his son. “No one will ever be able to replace your mother remember that. When I become preoccupied with other matters, when I have to divide my time between you and Jasmine remember that you are the most important thing in the world to me. Promise me you’ll remember what I’ve said. Promise me” Saul begged his son as he clutched his shoulders and looked into familiar emerald eyes that gleamed with unshed tears. “I promise” came the reply thick with emotion “I promise father”.

Father and son embraced as the world outside turned into a winter wonderland.

MEANWHILE

“You Fools” screeched Jasmine her beautiful face distorting horridly with the force of her rage “Remind me why I even bother to put up with your idiocy? We should have been at the palace already, but now thanks to you buffoons we are going to get caught in the storm and we probably wont make it till night fall IF we are lucky” she bellowed as her carriage made slow progress through the snow.

Today of all days punctuality would prove to be a necessity, she had to ensure that her hold on that fool was as strong as ever. Not that she doubted her abilities to get and seduce a man it was that boy that would prove troublesome. It was the boy that constantly watched her with a weariness in his eyes that spoke of his utter distrust of her. THAT damned boy saw too much and quite frankly eyes that saw to much needed to be put out. Jasmine’s cheeks flushed slightly a product not caused by the frigid temperatures but at the prospect of having those pretty xslot Giriş green eyes in a jar. It was the prospect of seeing that pretty boy sightless and in pain that aroused a burning passion in the pit of her stomach and dampened the sex between her legs.

Careful planning was necessary where that brat was concerned, to just get rid of that insufferable thorn in her side would no doubt lead to suspicion and she doubted the King would disown the boy. No this would require finesse, she would have to wait for the opportune moment, she had to secure herself as queen and then the birth of an heir, a male child and then well there wasn’t any real need to have two potential Kings now was there. Perhaps a tragic fall, consumption could take hold, a sickness could ravage the body. Yes the pretty green eyed one would be gotten rid of and it was more a question of when and how.

She turned her head towards the sky as the snow continued to fall and cursed. “Enough you idiot” she shrieked “Clearly since I am surrounded by such mindless fools who are incapable of doing even the simplest of tasks I will have to deal with the situation myself!”

The carriage came to a halt and Jasmine threw open the doors, the wind whipped up her red hair causing it to rise and flow against the wind. Her copper her looked more like flames that danced against the air as the witch raised her arms braced them against the wind as though pushing against an unseen wall. She chanted in a language so ancient its origins were older than time itself, it was the language of the earth and of the seas and winds.

The witches voice carried across the wind, rising in pitch. The winds became violent causing a constant barrage of hail to rain down from the skies. The wind roared and pounded against the carriage threatening to destroy it and turn it into a thousand matchsticks. The carriage driver and the two personal guards too scared to remain in the carriage and yet to terrified to face the unseen beast, that had been angered, by their Queen looked on in horror as she fought to tame such a formidable foe.

“I AM YOUR QUEEN, I AM YOUR MASTER! YOU WILL OBEY ME!!!” roared Jasmine “KNEEL BEFORE ME, KNEEL BEFORE JASMINE. KNEEL BEFORE YOUR QUEEN!!”. With a final howl that shook the ground and made the trees tremble in submission the wind silenced and an unnatural hush came over all moving and non moving beings. “CLEAR MY WAY” commanded Jasmine. No sooner had it been said than the wind cleared the snow that had laid in their path creating a bank of piled snow that towered on either side of Jasmine.

“GET BACK IN THE CARRIAGE YOU SNIVELLING EXCUSES FOR HUMAN BEINGS!” all complied for fear of incurring her wrath. And so they traveled without further hindrance.

LATER

All of the Kings subjects stood outside awaiting the arrival of the new Queen who was rumored to be as beautiful as their late Queen Maria. It was said that her voice was as beautiful as the song on the Blue Jay in spring time. Queen Jasmine was known all over the land for her generosity and kindness from squire to peasant alike. It was said that she never had an unkind word to say to anyone, and as a result the inhabitants of Devon waited with baited breath for the enchanting beauty who would be their Queen. They waited anxiously to see the creature who had so bewitched their King.

To say that the people were not disappointed would have been a gross understatement. As they watched, and waited a carriage of the deepest red appeared on the horizon the carriage continued down its specified path until xslot Güncel Giriş it came to a halt. Time seemed to lapse, even the wind stilled as though it too waited for its Queen to exit her carriage. The hansom disembarked from his place on the raised platform, walked around the side of the carriage and opened the door.

An ivory skinned hand was first seen which the hansom held in order to escort his mistress from her carriage. The people were in awe, many had never beheld such beauty before, the woman that stood before them commanded such elegance and grace and yet looked no more than a child. Red locks framed an oval face which beheld expressive chocolate orbs and a soft mouth. The woman child let go of the hansom’s hand and gracefully walked towards her future husband and took her place at his side.

The onlookers noticed the flushed expression on her face and her almost childish reluctance to meet the intense gaze of man so much older than herself. Their hearts melted as a soft melodic voice carried through the air “Sire” the young Queen’s voiced quivered as she bowed before her future husband, eyes firmly fixed to the ground.

All watched as the King placed a large hand under her chin tilting her head up until her eyes met his and said in a husky baritone “My Queen”.

CASPIAN

I’m dying inside and no one can see it. I can feel it my heart which raced as the carriage descended upon slows to a painful thud in my chest. Oh God! How can his be? I want to scream, cry wail pull my hair out anything to stop the pain. It feels like a thousand knives are piercing my chest making breathing impossible. I’m dying and no one can help me. My father looks at her that Jasmine as though he were a man seeing the sun after years in a dark tomb.

He’s looking at her they way he used to look at my mother. NO that look is only for my mother- Only for Maria. My mother was pure not like her not like Jasmine. She is cruel her brown eyes are devoid of any human emotion. Its like looking deep into an abyss I feel cold whenever I look at her. OH Father cant you see there is no love there no emotion. Don’t you remember the way mother looked at you with passion with love, with understanding. Father! I’m screaming for him but he cant hear me, he cant see me he only has eyes for Jasmine.

It takes me a moment to realize I have gasped aloud when he cups her face, he was going to kiss her. He looks at me as though he doesn’t know who I am, I don’t register to him. He blinks and its as if a haze has been cleared from his vision. I’m panting now and my breath escapes me in choked strangled sounds. My pain is evident in my face my eyes brim over with unshed tears. Tears I refuse to let fall in front of her. My body doubles over as the pain becomes to much to bear, my father takes a step away from his new bride towards me. “No” I whimper I cant bear for him to touch me not after he touched her I wouldn’t be able to stand it. I whirl around a hasty escape the only thing that is at the forefront of my jumbled thoughts and tumultuous emotions. Through my obscured vision I make out the subjects none can see what I see, they love her and pity me. They think I hate her because she is replacing my mother, its not true I hate her because she is evil! She chills my flesh, I’m frightened of her.

Run through the crowed my way made easy as they part for me, I race through the castle doors my feet slipping as I run on the wood floors. The tears fall unbidden down my face as I struggle to make it to my chambers its so hard to see they veil my sight. I fall before I make it to the stairwell and I frantically claw my way to the foot of the stairs and I will my body into motion once more.

When I finally make it to my chambers hysteria sets in and my breathing becomes even more difficult. I crawl between the sheets, my body aching and trembling.

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