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Kenneth Wagner was flabbergasted!

He couldn’t decide if he was insane or not. An hour ago, he was a king. Now, he’d been reduced to shit! At the age of 43, an executive for a multinational group of companies, he had always maintained his status, in and out of the office, among his community and his near and dear ones.

But what happened a bit ago changed all that!

Visuals of the last hour unfolded in his mind. He could not erase the images from his memory, nor reverse the activities that took place.

It was around 3.00pm Saturday when several of his teenage daughter’s friends assembled in his house. They had gathered before leaving for a party hosted by another girl, to celebrate her graduation. Gatherings at his home were regular occurrences. Since his daughter had been 14, her friends had used the house as a friendly haven. Now, his daughter was growing up, having turned 18 a couple of weeks ago. None the less, her friends still used the house as base for their various activities.

The girls were cracking jokes and chattering cheerfully around the pool. Kenneth was with them, as usual. A concerned father, he was always there a part of the group whenever he was around. The girls always seemed to welcome his presence. He has been associated with this bunch of playful teens since they were all 14. Kenneth always treated his daughter Debbie’s, friends with caring and respect.

That said, over the last couple of years, he had secretly admired their growing bodies, budding breasts and developing curves that transformed their childish bodies into breathtakingly beautiful teenagers. He had a few favorites, especially Elsie, Karen, Kelly, Wendy and Lisa. All were slender and cute, sharing a resemblance with his daughter Debbie. Wendy and Kelly seem to be born coquettes, with an amazing talent for teasing. He’d had numerous encounters with both that had put him in difficult situations. Of all, though, Lisa was the most beautiful girl in the pack. She was innocent looking and comparatively tranquil. All of them had been in his fantasies for many years. In fact, he had already taken their cherries during many of his dreams.

Today, Lisa didn’t turn up in time to go to the party. The rest of them waited a while, trying to contact Lisa on her mobile without success. Finally, they decided to go on to the party. It was getting late and they were getting hungry. The party featured a BBQ feast, so, even in the absence of their friend, they left to satisfy their appetites.

Kenneth was aroused after his time with Debbie’s friends and waited until they left to obtain relief. This wasn’t a usual happening, since his wife deserted him about three years ago. At 5’11” tall, he took care of his body with regular workouts, maintaining an attractive appearance. His black hair was graying at the temples, which made him look mature and intelligent. Ken had just settled down at his computer, logging in to his favorite website to get a suitable erotic story. Just then, the doorbell rang.

He was surprised to see Lisa standing outside with an innocent smile.

“Oh dear, you have just missed the bus!!! They just left for the party!!”

“I overslept and got started little late” she answered.

“Debbie was desperately trying to call you on mobile?” Ken complained.

“Yeah, I had it on my bed while I was sleeping and forgot to bring it” said Lisa, dejectedly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll drop you at Emily’s place. Make your self comfortable I’ll be ready in a minute” Ken volunteered.

“No Ken, that’s OK. In fact, I don’t want to go. I’m tired and it would be very kind of you to just let me use your pool to relax. It sure is a hot day and a swim would be just the thing to cool it off.” Lisa said in a persuasive tone.

“Well you haven’t had to ask for my permission to use the pool since you were a child.” replied Ken, looking at her slender body and admiring every inch of it. Lisa’s presence sent shivers through his body. Especially as he realized that would mean he and Lisa were going to be alone in the house. Standing there in the door, he couldn’t help but look longingly at her young body,

“I really appreciate your letting me use the pool” said Lisa, pretending she didn’t notice what he was staring at. She had first seen that same attention when she was 14 and starting to develop. Ken would watch her as she walked into the spare bedroom to get dressed after a shower or swim. Today, she didn’t mind him watching her like that.

“You can use Debbie’s room” said Ken, watching her teenage body from behind as she strolled into the house.

“Thanks, I’ll be right back”, said Lisa as she disappeared toward the bedroom.

He appreciated what he saw. The rhythmic movement of her round firm ass and her gorgeous, babyish body Cami Halısı caused his penis rise to a semi erection.

In few minutes, Ken heard the sounds of Debbie’s room door closing and the opening of the sliding door to the backyard. He walked downstairs to the visitor’s washroom, where he had good view of the pool area. She was wearing a multi coloured bikini. Her budding breasts were barely covered by the bikini top and the bottom was cut low, covering very little of her tight round ass. Ken could not take his eyes off the teen’s almost nude body. He eyed the space between her legs, covered by a tiny triangle of cloth. Suddenly he had an urge to smell the aroma of her teenage pussy.

He walked back to Debbie’s room. As he expected, Lisa’s clothes were neatly piled on Debbie’s bed with her cotton briefs on top of the pile. That was just what he was hoping for!

Ken took Lisa’s pink panties and sniffed the tiny crotch, which is still gave a hint of her warmness. The strong scent of her pussy induced a full erection and Ken started stroking his shaft while wearing her panty on his head in a way that kept the crotch pushed up to his nose.

Then it happened! Ken got caught red handed!!!!!

He was about to shoot his load when, from nowhere, Lisa entered the room.

“Oh God…… Ken!!! Oh…… Sorry, I’m sorry” said Lisa, as she turned and vanished from the room.

Kenneth Wagner is flabbergasted!

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It was all an accident. He would swear that. He never meant it to go as far as it did. But it happened so quickly, so unexpectedly that, at the time he didn’t even realize what was happening. How could anyone blame him? It could happen to any man.

Ken needed to apologize. Not only apologize, he needs to know what Lisa thought about the embarrassing incident. He went to visitor’s washroom and went out to the pool. Lisa was nowhere to be seen, by the pool or in the backyard. Ken looked for her in the poolside changing room, the front garden and a spare bedroom. Where was she? Had she gone home? How can she do that in a swim suit? Those questions tugged at Ken’s mind.

Dejectedly, he went upstairs and entered his room. As entered, he couldn’t believe his eyes. There was Lisa, lying on his bed staring at him, clad only in her tiny swim suit. For a moment he didn’t know what to say.

“Liz, I’m sorry….I’m terribly sorry about what happened.” Ken stammered. “It’s my fault and I…I… really don’t know what to say” Ken stammered.

“No Ken, it was my fault. I should have knocked before entering the room. So I interrupted you. After all, this is your house.” said Lisa gesturing at the tent in his pants.

“No I… I… mean about sniffing your panty?” said Ken in a guilty voice.

“Oh, forget it! How many times have you done it? I am sure you’ve used Debbie’s as well. I think it’s pretty normal for a man…wanting to smell pussy, I mean” said Lisa, closely monitoring his reactions and body language.

Ken was shocked. “What? How did you know I’d done it before? How come you think it’s normal?” asked Ken.

“Forgive me Ken. There are enough of your soiled shorts in the laundry room. There were instances when I’ve put some on and roamed around this house the whole day, just thinking of you!” Lisa smiled at him and answered.

“Oh God!! Does Debbie know about that?” Ken exclaimed. At the same time, Ken became convinced and relieved that there would be no repercussions over what had happened in Debbie’s room. But he still had a half-naked young girl on his bed and wondered where things are going to end. It’s evident that Lisa was up for mischief. The question was, how far would he let it go?

“I think all girls do what I did and all men do what you were doing little while ago. Debbie’s probably no exception! Anyway that’s not my problem.” said Lisa directly, staring at the bulge that became more visible with every beat of Ken’s heart. “I can see MY problem clearly. It’s kind of obvious, Daddy, that, I interrupted you at a bad time and you’re suffering because of it!”

When Lisa called him Daddy, he got chilled. It gave him the feeling that he was contemplating incest with his daughter. “You interrupted me, before I could cum. It doesn’t go away on its own for quite a while” said Ken, looking at her near naked body, with lust in his eyes.

Lisa found it difficult to look Ken in the eye, glowing as they were with lust. But today, she was purposely late to Debbie’s place with a purpose and a plan. Things that had happened made putting that plan in play a lot easier. “What can I do for you Daddy?” questioned Lisa playfully.

She was certainly a stunning girl but, because of her age, society prevented him from doing with her what he wanted. If anything goes wrong, he knew he’d be in trouble. Still, could he resist?

“You’re beautiful, Liz” said Ken in a husky voice, staring at her stunning teenage body, almost in disbelief that this was happening.

“Daddy I’ve Cami Halıları never seen a real live penis and now I want to” Said Lisa in a sexy voice, removing her swim suit and dropping it to the floor. Totally naked, she walked towards him. Ken has never seen anything like her! My God! She’s so sexy. So beautiful! He thought.

“C’mon daddy,” she said, taking hold of the top of his boxers, “Let me see your thing.” She pulled them down over Ken’s hips and knelt in front of him. His cock jumped out, throbbing in front of her as his underwear disappeared.

“Wow!” she exclaimed, touching his cock with her dainty hand. She wrapped her fingers around it and stared up at him. “It’s just so great, I never thought that it would be this big” she said, holding it and looking up at him.

Ken knew that his boner wasn’t a world-beater, perhaps just a bit above average at around 7”. When she described his cock as big, he immediately knew she was inexperienced and looking at her first cock.

Ken bent over to touch her shoulders, which made his cock back away from her face. She held onto his cock and said, “Don’t take it away, dad, I need it.” Ken straightened up, making his cock hit on her cheek. She giggled like a child, moved her head a little and kissed the head of his cock, then stuck her tongue out and licked it.

She looked up at him. “Is it OK for me to carry on? This is much sexier than I thought!”

“Well, I don’t know baby, if it’s OK with you, I’m fine. In fact I like it very much!” said Ken, as he pulled her face towards his cock and said, “Kiss it,” in a pleading tone. The little angel was more than willing. Lisa parted her tiny lips and took his cock between them, tasting a cock for the first time in her life. She put her lips around the head of Ken’s cock and starts licking and sucking.

“How do you like it baby?” asked Ken.

“It tastes kind of salty.” said Lisa.

“Lick the underside of the tip,” Ken instructed. Lisa obliged immediately. Her beautiful little tongue snaked out and licked the underside of the head of his cock. Ken almost exploded.

“Put it in your mouth” said Ken. Lisa put the knob of his cock in her tight little mouth. The sight of her dainty hand wrapped around Ken’s cock and her pretty face was too much for him. Ken pulled his cock out to prevent him from exploding. It came out with a slurp and a plop. Lisa looked disappointed.

“I’m going to cum,” said Ken, as her eyes flicked up at him. Ken felt his cock stiffen, jerk and shoot out a load. Lisa made a funny, surprised noise and pulled her head away. She got the first thick stream of his white cum on her lips and chin. The second stream hit her face, nose and cheek. As Lisa leaned backward, the next shot landed on her tiny breasts.

She had a good look at the action and asked, “Is it over?”

“Yeah, Ah at least for a while” said Ken. Lisa sported a big grin on her face, licked her lips and ran a hand over her face, gathering Ken’s cum. Then, she used the same hand to scoop the cum from her breasts. She held the hand close to her face and took a good look at it. She looked up at him, sniffed her hand, and looked at him again. Then, her tongue naked out and licked his cum off her hand.

“Mmm… not as bad as I thought” She looked up at Ken again and said “Next time, I’ll just swallow. This time you didn’t alert me”

Ken gazed at her pretty, cum drenched body, burning inside with lust. His great view of this beautiful teenager, with cum dripping from her chin to her tiny, perky breasts, was more than enough to maintain Ken’s hard-on, even after a massive orgasm. He couldn’t believe this beautiful eighteen year old girl was kneeling in front of him, licking his cum from her hand. He looked at her face again and couldn’t believe that those beautiful tiny lips were around his cock a moment ago.

“Do you think that I’m old enough to flirt with you?” she asked in a playful voice, gazing directly in to his eyes with her innocent smile.

“You don’t have to ask. There’s hard evidence right in front of your face!” answered Ken, looking down at her breasts. As she watched him admire her body. Lisa got up and lay back on his bed. Ken sat down besides Lisa’s beautiful slender body.

“Your thing is so big, daddy,” said Lisa, staring at Ken’s cock. “I can’t imagine how you put a thing like that into a girl?”

“Up to now, I haven’t met a girl who couldn’t take it” replied Ken.

“Were they virgins?” inquired Lisa.

“Well, a few of them were.” answered Ken, as he rested his hand on her bare thigh. She shrugged, but didn’t protest. His fingers crawled slowly up and down her thigh, lengthening the range with every stroke until reaching the bare triangle where her thighs met. He patted the soft flesh of her mound while pushing a finger towards her virginal crack. She gasped and tilted her head to watch. Slowly, his fingers stroked down into the crease of her pussy, sliding softly across her small clit. Automatically, she spreads her legs. She was dripping wet. He inhaled the feminine scent emanating from her childish love hole. It made his cock rock hard.

“Dad, I… I am a virgin!” said Lisa in a trembling voice.

“I’m not surprised to hear that. So, what do you want me to do? Do you want to remain a virgin, even after today?” asked Ken.

Lisa knew exactly what she wanted, even if she didn’t know how to make it happen. “Not exactly, I… I… don’t know dad. Whatever you want” answered Lisa, ambiguously

“Lisa, you’re very young and I have to ask you to be decisive and very sure of what you want. Otherwise we have to stop right now!!” said Ken, with concern in his voice. Inside, though, Ken was desperate to fuck this sweet young thing.

Lisa was taken aback by his comment. She didn’t want to miss this opportunity, after coming all this way, especially as she had planned to loose her virginity tonight.

“Dad, I want you to be my first. Please make me a woman. Take my virginity now.” Lisa pled as she lay back on the pillows.

Ken crawled on top of her, laying his body over hers and spreading her legs. That made his iron hard cock press against the soft, warm mound of her pussy. Lisa worked her hips up and down to get her pussy to rub against Ken’s hardness. Ken kissed her lips lightly, then moved on to the softness of her small breasts and licked her nipple. Lisa moaned with ecstasy as his hot mouth closed on her erect bud, his tongue circling it hungrily. She’d never felt anything like it in her entire life. His sucking made her hips move up and down with urgency. Ken slowly moved his lips downward, across her belly to her mound. In the process, his hands reached around to caress her ass. He squeezed her cheeks, kneading them with his hands.

As Ken moved between her legs, she closed her eyes and moaned softly. He had a good close look at her sweet little pussy. He parted the tiny lips of her cunt with his fingers and pushed his tongue between them, softly, like a paint brush, and licked her young slit. Lisa wrapped her legs across his back and pulled him to her cunt, rocking her hips towards his face. Lisa’s hands were on the back of his head, urging him on. She was totally turned on and knew what she wanted. Ken was more than happy to oblige.

She cried aloud at the feel of a man’s tongue licking her clit for the first time. She pulled Ken’s head tighter against her and spread her legs as wide as she could, allowing him to penetrate her with his tongue, which snaked up and down, stimulating her clit. As Ken continued, Lisa started a slight rocking motion, as if she were riding his tongue. With his experience, Ken could sense her passion rising, as she started pulling him harder into her pussy. He had the feeling that she is going to cum.

“Oh Oh Ah… Ah Aaaaa No.. no… Ken…Noooooo” she moaned as her first orgasm ripped through her little body. Her clit went into overdrive. She locked his head between her thighs in an effort to get him to stop.

No more dad, please, no more,” she begged. But her slim body betrayed her as she continued to rub her pussy against Ken’s mouth. Finally, she stopped moving, with Ken’s head in her hands. He looked up and saw her eyes closed and mouth open, gasping with the pleasure.

He crawled up and kissed her mouth again, letting her taste the juices from her own cunt. The position they were in made his iron hard cock press on her wet slit. It aroused her so much she was trembling. Ken has no idea how anxious she was to be fucked by her best friend’s dad. He moved his hips, sliding his cock over the moist, soft lips of her cunt. She responded with a deep groan.

With their lips glued together, he used his legs to push hers apart. Lisa knew what was coming next. She lay there as Ken positioned himself, reached down and placed his cock head between her pussy lips. He pushed forward slightly and her outer lips wrapped around his cock head. He looked into Lisa’s eyes and realized that she was completely ready to give her cherry to her best friend’s dad.

Lisa realized that she needed to help him any way she could. She raised her legs, bending at knees until her thighs pressed against her small breasts. She moved her hand down, holding the lips of her cunt apart while Ken guided the head of his cock into her tight little pussy. She looked ready to take him in full, like an experienced slut. She didn’t realize that her tender hymen would stop her, at least temporarily from taking it too deep.

Ken felt himself sliding into her an inch at a time. He saw the pain on her face. Her childish canal was very small and, though well lubricated from his oral attentions, she was still very tight. Ken was on his knees over her, with the head of his cock about two inches inside her tight hole, when he confronted the wall of her cherry.

“It hurts, dad” she said.

Ken held her lightly around her hips and said “Don’t stop now. Relax baby. Relax your all muscles. It’s almost in.”

A tear swelled at the corner of her eye. He wiped it away with his thumb. She tilted her head up and kissed him, her lips smacking on his. Ken moved his hands down to her ass and pulled her up.

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It was a fairly normal encounter during fetish weekend: Two masters sitting at the bar and chatting, their subs on leashes behind them. In this case, one of them had a rubber gimp on his leash, hands chained behind its back, a gas mask with darkened lenses obscuring its features. The other one had a rubber puppy sitting at his feet, hands locked in rubber paws, and a plug tail protruding from its butt. Both subs were locked in stainless steel chastity belts.

At one point, the master of the pup mentioned, “You know, my pup has always wondered what it’s like to be a gimp.” The other one replied “That’s funny, my gimp keeps telling me that it’s curious what it is like to be a pup.” They looked at each other. “Our boys are the same size, no?” — “You know that. We’ve borrowed gear from each other for them so many times.” — “So?” — “Let’s do it.”

The subs had been oblivious to this exchange, lost in their little fetish world. They startled as they were simultaneously dragged to the darkroom by their masters. Their masters pushed both of them into the same cabin and started unlocking their gear.

“OK, here’s the deal, boys. We’ve unlocked all of your gear. We’re gonna close the door now. You will take off your gear and then put each other’s gear on. When I open the door in 15 minutes, Picture upload I want you both completely covered again. And if you’re not ready in 15 minutes or we catch you getting it on with each other, you know you’re gonna be punished.”

The puppy wasn’t quite sure what was happening. Just that it was locked in a cabin with a gimp wearing exactly the type of gear it had always dreamed about. And that it was expected to switch places with that gimp.

It hurried to take off its gear: The paws came off, then it took off the puppy hood and removed the chastity belt. Taking out the plug tail took a little longer, but it plopped out pretty quickly. Then it took off its knee pads and boots, before finally peeling off the sweaty rubber catsuit that it had had on since that morning.

All the while the pup watched the gimp take off its gear. The gimp’s metal manacles had already been unlocked. The gimp took off its hooded gas mask and revealed a sweaty, flushed face underneath. Taking off the chastity belt revealed that the gimp had been wearing a remote controlled electro unit attached to a butt plug, as well as to electrodes inside the chastity belt’s cock cage. Finally it peeled the rubber catsuit off and stood there sweaty and naked.

They both hurried to put images upload the other’s gear back on before the time was up. The puppy grabbed the gimp’s catsuit. It smelled of stale sweat, but it had to go on. Sliding its legs into the clammy inside of the suit required some determination. But it pulled everything up and closed the catsuit’s zipper. Next the puppy pushed in the gimp’s electro plug and put on the chastity belt. It plugged the wires of the plug into the control unit attached to the belt. The gas mask came on next, hiding the pup’s face. The pup felt itself become more anonymous by the second, just a rubber gimp with faceless hood. It clicked the manacles shut just as the door opened again.

Both subs startled. They had managed to put the gear on just in time to avoid being punished. Their masters put the remaining pieces of gear on them and locked everything on: They put the paws back on the puppy, locked the puppy’s collar, and chained the gimp’s hands behind its back.

The masters looked at each other. “Well, I can’t tell that anything has changed. Let me grab my gimp, and you can grab your pup.” The gimp’s master grabbed the leash of the puppy, now indistinguishable from the gimp that had been in its place before. The puppy’s master did the same with the former gimp.

“When should we swap them back?” — “Well, it’s only Friday. I was going to leave my gimp in its gear at least until Sunday afternoon.” — “I had the same plans for my puppy.” — “So let’s just meet on Sunday then. And in the meantime I’m gonna play with my gimp the way I planned to. And you have fun with your puppy.”

The pup felt itself being dragged away from its master. Its master who had a pup on his leash that looked just like itself. At that moment it saw its reflection. It was a faceless rubber gimp, with chained hands and a chastity belt. Was it really a puppy still? Was it a gimp? It felt like a gimp. An anonymous rubber gimp being dragged around by a master.

The gimp’s master parked his gimp in a standing cage. He turned up the electro until the gimp started grinding its hips, helpless against the stimulation. He attached the gimp’s air supply to a bubbler bottle to make breathing a little bit harder for it, then he locked the door to the cage. He’d return to collect the gimp later. After all, that’s what you do with gimps. Stow them away when you want to do something else, take them out again when you want to play with them.

The pup just stood there. Or rather, the gimp that the pup had become stood there. It thought briefly about its previous life as a pup … about pets and belly rubs and chasing balls. But then those those thoughts faded. It was a gimp now. Gimps get stored and used and abused for fun. Nobody cares about a gimp.

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My name is Victor I am 18 year old, and the story I am writing is the real life experience and little bit fiction to make my story more erotic. I live with my father (40) he is the best father in the world for me as he is my friend more than my father (Mike). and about my mother(Anita) she divorced my father. Now my father is in love with one 35 year old lady(named Beth). she is real hot number. This is my dad’s word. He even told me her figure 38-26-36. and also that he will be marrying her next month. I always get a hard on when ever she is around me. Because she always wears deep neck tops and short skirts. I love to be with her. And my dad always keeps putting his hands in side her dress in front of me.

He always tease me look son have you ever seen sexy lady like Beth. Beth always use to gives that sexy Cami Halısı smiles. She stares me and many time I have noticed that her eyes falls to my crotch to find whether I am aroused or not. I don’t know why dad does that but I really like his frankness. Once dad had gone to New York for a day and he has asked Beth to help me with my house work and asked me take food at her place. Next morning around 10 am I just woke up having a hard on, I was dreaming about Beth, in my dream I saw Beth standing in front of my bed and then she said wow Victor you looks so sexy, I have never seen you without your t-shirt your really have muscular and strong body as your dad says. ohh look at your prick it looks it will tear that shorts of yours.

“Victor you are making my pussy wet you sexy boy, ” said Beth. Cami Halıları Then she comes close to me and started kissing me full on my lips. I started feeling her body and I said “Beth I was waiting for this day for so long. you look so sexy Beth you always give a hard on to me. I wanted to fuck your pussy and suck your tits from the first day I saw you. And I always wanted to fuck you in this sexy summer dress of yours.”

I know Victor, every time I come in front of you I have feel you undressing me, and that always turn’s me on. come on now don’t waste your time I need that cock of yours I am very horny for your cock Victor fuck me now. Then we started to undress each other, in few seconds we were in sixty-nine position. I was licking her pussy and she is licking and sucking my 9″ cock. Her pussy lips were puffy and wet. Her pussy juice was very tasty, I started lick here pussy and putting my tongue in and out of her pussy Mmmm you taste lovely Beth. She said Mmmm Victor that’s what your dad also like. your cock is harder boy Mmmm aahh your cock is bigger then your dad. Mmmm I need that cock of yours in my pussy Victor. Its so hard I had never in my life had a cock of your size boy. then I got in the position where my cock is just to enter in her hot and wet pussy. First I only put my cock head in her pussy. She started to moan and shout fuck me Victor, fuck me hard as your Dad do to me. Fuck me harder my to be son aahh fuck me hard. Yes fuck it feel sooo hard inside my pussy my to be son. I love it ahh yeahhh fuck fuck I am cumming fuck me hard…

Then suddenly I heard a door bell ringing and I woke up with a hard on wow what a hot dream it was. Fucking Beth Mmmm she is really sexy then I went to open a door forgetting that my cocks hardness can be seen. As I opened the door…

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The sea had been his home since he was a young boy and stowed away on what would become his first acquired vessel. That acquisition took near on fifteen years. Now he stood at the wheel of his newest ship, purchased straight with real earnings wondering if he was crazy to be sailing back into Port Royal in search of only a chance at his fondest of dreams. Slowly, with the help of a loyal crew he made it into port and put up at the docks for at least a couple of nights. He watched as his crew set things carefully making sure they were the way they had been taught they should be. “Captain?” The boson called from the deck.

“Aye Billy, tis good to be home. You tell the crew we be here least two days.” He called back down to the slight man who had earned his place as ship’s boson on the last trip. “We will settle out in the morning tonight’s on me at the Cutlass.”

“Aye, shall let them know. Will you be joining us at the Cutlass?” He asked glancing at the dock and the people gathering on it.

“Nae, not today. They know its my pockets they are dipping into. I have other business that must be seen to.” He smiled at his boson.

“Understood Captain.” The boson replied heading down the deck towards the dock.

The Captain smiled to himself, he had told everyone that he had business in port this time, but hadn’t told a soul what that business was. It was his secret and until things had been handled he didn’t want anyone knowing anything about it. He slipped back down into his cabin and carefully changed out of what his crew had nicknamed his ‘pirate gear’ and into something more befitting. One of the elite of Port Royal. He hated appearing as a rich man but it was the only way to secure the prize this time.

He made his way slowly from the ship and the docks. As he passed off the end of the docks onto the street he picked up his pace and moved steadily toward the higher class side of town. He was met at the gate by a man in a suit of grey and black. “Sir it is good to see you home once again. Is there anything I might get for you?” The man asked with a sad look in his eyes.

“No Jenson. I just need to speak with her for a moment and I will be gone again.” He told the older man. “I have no want to stay here and be what she wants me to be. My love has always been the sea. Mother will never understand that.”

Jenson reached out and put his hand on the Captain’s arm. “Captain French, I mean, William. There is something you should know before you go into that house.”

William stopped and turned toward his old friend. “What is that?”

Taking a moment for a breath Jenson spoke, “The Lady, she has a guest.”

William tilted his head to the side, “My Lady Mother has a guest in her home?” He asked knowing that he sounded silly even to his own ears.

“Aye a young lady named Annabell. She has been staying with the Lady for most of six moons now.” Jenson explained letting his hand drop. He didn’t want anyone informing the Lady he had stepped out of line and touched her son.

William shook his head, “Did you just say Annabell?”

Jenson took a deep breath, “Aye Captain French. Tis Annabell staying with your mother.”

William stepped back a step and blinked, “That is not a good thing. I need speak with the Lady Mother, but the last thing I need is to deal with that young lady. She is a ball of trouble for me.”

“She was always trouble for you.” Jenson laughed.

William just smiled and walked down the cobblestone path toward the house he had spent the first few years of his life. “This is going to be so much fun.” The sarcasm was thick even to his own ears. Nothing answered him as he slipped down the path his heart beating faster with each step. He forced his feet to keep moving and took a deep breath as he reached the gate to his family home.

“Young William?” The man in the gate house questioned as he stepped out to block the way.

William chuckled. “I have not been young anything in many years, Watson.”

The older man relaxed slightly, “You will always be Young William to me. What is it that has brought you home this time?”

“The Lady Mother summoned me.” He responded with a sigh.

“You know the lady Annabell stays here now?” Watson said looking at what the young boy he had always been so proud of had become.

“Aye I have been informed of the fact.” He stepped closer and lowered his voice slightly. “Do you know if her brother has been seen here of late?”

Watson glanced over his shoulder, “Not in the last few days, young sir.” He leaned a touch closer. “You should be safe.”

William shook his head with a smile, “If Annabell has been staying with the Lady Mother I am in no way safe, but at least I might make it through this without seeing him. That is if the Gods have a heart.” He started to walk away. “I know there isn’t much of a chance of that Watson, thanks for being there when I need you.” He didn’t wait for a response, he just headed up the tree lined walk to face his mother and the woman she wanted to be his bride.

It was Cami Halısı only a few moments later that he stepped up to the finely carved wooden doors that lead to his own personal hell. As he reached for the handle the door swung open.

“William.” The older woman gasped and threw her arms around him in a hug that defied her advanced years.

“Miss Genna.” He hugged her back with a gentleness that showed more of his heart than he knew he should. “How have you been?” He asked stepping back from the woman who had kept him sane as a child and from killing the Lady Mother as he got older.

“I have been well, your Lady Mother treats me well enough. I have always enjoyed working for your family. How are you young man and why have you stayed away so long?” She asked stepping back and motioning him inside.

“I am well Miss Genna, and you know why I stay away. Is Lady Mother in the sitting room?” He asked knowing that he needed to get this meeting over as quickly as he could.

“Yes, miss Annabell is with her. I took tea in just a moment or two before you arrived.”

“Thank you. I know the way.” He squeezed her arm one more time before turning down the hall toward the pretentious little room his Lady Mother called her sitting room. It angered him slightly to find his hand shaking as he reached for the door handle. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open. “Lady Mother.” He forced the words out as he stepped through the door.

“William Anthony French, it is about time you managed to show your face here again.” His mother snapped just as quickly.

“I came to your meeting as soon as I got back Lady Mother.” He answered knowing that she was always on the edge of crazy.

“I requested you here because we need to talk about your future. It is long past the time you come off your silly boats and come home.” She began and he could feel his skin begin to crawl.

“Lady Mother, I understand that you do not approve of my sailing. However that does not give you the right to disrespect me, my ship, or her crew.” He managed to keep a strangle hold on his temper, but only just.

The older woman just stared at him for a moment before saying anything. “I am your Lady Mother. If I feel you are being childish I will say whatever I want. It is time you came home and married Annabell. It is time to take your place as heir, and produce the next generation of the Royal family.”

William glanced from his mother to the young woman sitting in the chair on the opposite side of the fireplace. “Is that what you want?” He asked her.

She looked from him to the Lady Mother and back, “I want what I have always wanted, for you to be happy and honest in your life. If that means marrying me then I am all for it, if it doesn’t then I want you to do what will make you happy no matter what it is.”

He relaxed, if she wasn’t going to push for a wedding he might have a chance to actually find happiness.

“I want to be honest with the world,” he paused and looked at his mother. “But I don’t think its going to be possible.”

Annabell smiled, “Are you willing to stand up?” She asked knowing she was pushing her luck with the woman giving her a place to stay.

William took a second to think before saying anything. “To her? I might just be willing to, but is it worth it?”

She looked at him carefully, “If you want to try for it I will help you any way I can.”

His mother had been listening intently to the conversation, “What are you two talking about?” She demanded.

Annabell looked at William, “Its up to you William. Are you ready?”

William walked around the room for a moment. “Yeah, its time.” He laughed as he looked at his Lady Mother. “Lady Mother, there is something you do not know about your son. You are not going to like what I am about to tell you, but that doesn’t change the fact the information is true.” He hedged.

“What are you babbling about boy?” She asked him looking at him.

He hated the condescending tone she always used with him.

“I am gay Lady Mother.”

“You can’t be. I will not allow it!” She snarled showing the first bit of temper in a long time.

William sighed and watched out of the corner of his eye as Annabell stood and slipped out of the room. “You can not change it. Its nothing you did or didn’t do Lady Mother. It is just what I am.”

“No. You will marry Annabell,” she turned to look at the young woman to find her gone. “Where did she go?”

He just shrugged, “I don’t know.” He was about to say more when the door opened and Annabell stepped back in.

“Old lady. I will not marry your son. There is someone that he has loved for years. They are on the way here as we speak.” She looked at William, hoping that he wasn’t going to be angry.

“You called him?” He asked her blinking at the pure mischief in her eyes.

“I did, and no I didn’t tell him why I asked him over here.” She answered with a laugh.

Lady Mother jumped to her feet. “I will not have any of those people in my house.” Cami Halıları She snapped.

“I am already here, so you will have to deal either way.” He turned and looked at Annabell again. “What did you tell him and why did you invite him?”

She straightened to her full height, “I told him that I wanted him to come here, and as for why its time you told the man the truth.” She replied leaning against the wall by the door. “Miss Genna will show him in when he arrives.”

William simply shook his head, this was the one thing he had wanted to avoid while he was home. “Annabell, I know you mean well, and I thank you for it. However why did you have to invite him here today?”

Annabell started to open her mouth in reply, but Lady Mother beat her to it. “Who are you talking about? Who did you invite to my home young lady?” She demanded her voice thick with anger.

William and Annabell looked at each other, this was going to be the only good part of this in his eyes. His Lady Mother was going to go through the roof. “Jack.” They said in unison.

William sat down as the fact he was about to have to deal with Jack face to face began to solidify in his mind.

The Lady Mother simply looked from one to the other of the young people standing in the room with her. “You don’t mean Jack the young man that takes care of the grounds here at the manor do you?” She asked sounding more offended that it might be a grounds keeper than the fact her only child had just come out as gay.

Suddenly William decided that was enough, the old bat could treat him like trash all she wanted, but he wasn’t going to allow her to say anything against Jack. “Listen Mother.” He began purposely dropping the Lady she demanded everyone use to address her. “I could really not care less what you think of me. I am your son and you wouldn’t be stupid enough to try and disown me after what my grandparents did to the estate. So I would recommend that you back off Jack right now.” He was facing his mother so he didn’t see the smile in Annabell’s eyes or the wide-eyed stare from Jack as he stepped into the room.

“Miss Annabell, you requested I come?” He said making a quick choice to try and defuse the situation.

She turned to him without missing a beat, “yes I did. Its about time the four of us cleared the air. Lady Mother can’t handle stress, we all know that so I think its time you, me, and William sat down for a talk. You can’t be working here and avoiding him.” She said making it should like it was Lady Mother’s idea for them to talk so the old woman would look bad if she said anything. And for Lady Mother image was everything. She could see the old woman fuming out of the corner of her eye, but she wasn’t about to say anything.

“Okay Miss Annabell,” he turned to look at William and she could almost see him shake. “What do you have against me?” He asked William without any preamble.

William felt the color drain from his face, “Well nothing really.” He answered. He had to fight to stop there and not tell the young man the only thing he wanted to hold against him was himself in the dark hours of the night.

“That’s bull. Every time I am here when you arrive you all but make it impossible for me to stay here. You make me feel like I have done something wrong.” Jack snapped, he was angry more at himself for wanting William’s respect and approval, but he was still angry.

William dropped onto the chair he had been standing in front of. “I never… I mean its just.” He stammered, knowing he sounded like a fool, but he felt worse. William swore under his breath, he could see the pain he was causing with his actions. He glanced at Annabell and caught the smile dancing in her eyes. She wasn’t one to get pleasure out of someone else’s pain so he knew there was something going on here. Taking a deep breath he tried to start again. “Jack, in all the time you have worked for the Lady Mother have I ever been.”

Suddenly his mother’s voice cut him off, “Really you claim to be a man in love and can’t even manage to talk to the poor child like he matters to you. No wonder you aren’t man enough to find a real woman and have a future.”

Every eye in the room spun to look at her, no one had ever known her to have that kind of outburst ever. Jack recovered first, “Lady Mother, if I may what are you talking about?” He asked never letting his eyes stray to William. He simply couldn’t believe what she had said.

“My dear boy, you have been blind. My son gave up everything from his family for you. He lost his entire inheritance because he wants a life with you.” She told him knowing she was pissing her son off but after this morning she didn’t care anymore.

Annabell looked from William to Jack and back, this was not going to go well. “Lady Mother, that was uncalled for.”

Jack stepped closer to the group, never even letting his eyes fall on William. “I mean no offence Lady Mother, however why would it matter to you if your son was gay?” He kept his voice careful and calm, while inside he was all but shouting in wonder and happiness.

“My son is avoiding his responsibility to his family. He is my only heir. He must produce the next in line.” Her voice held more anger than disappointment.

William started to speak but Jack held up his hand for him to stay quiet. “When I have had my say William. You came to my defense now its my turn.” He took a couple more steps bringing himself right in front of the Lady Mother, “Woman, I have shown you nothing but respect from the moment I came into your house nearly a decade ago. Yet now you are showing me a great lack of it by attacking your son and his beliefs.” He turned to look at William still managing to keep his own thoughts behind his eyes. “That man has shown you the greatest amounts of respect I have seen in a long time. You always disrespect him yet he stands before you for no other reason than you summoned him like a common criminal.”

The old woman sputtered but didn’t say anything. Her eyes snapped to William.

William straightened, “He’s right Lady Mother. I came here on a summons. I knew what you wanted from me yet I came anyway. This is not the first time I told you I would not marry her.”

The Lady Mother glared at her son, she would not have another burst of temper, “Son you will marry. There will be an heir to this family line. You will not avoid your duty to your family.”

“My duty you say. That is so funny to me. Your duty was to care for your children, to make them a loving home. From the moment father passed you seemed to forget that.” He paused at the thought of the few memories he had of his father. “You started worrying at that moment more about your image than your family.” He was angry and for the first time didn’t worry about weather or not he upset her. “I was seven years old when my mom became Lady Mother a woman who’s real name was never spoken and who turned her only child over to a nurse to raise.”

At that her head snapped up, “and we saw how good of a job she did with that. You were gone in less than six months.”

William realized at that moment that everything he held dear to himself was going to slip away if he didn’t do something quickly. Annabell was right, it was time to stand up for what he wanted. He turned to Jack and felt his own eyes fill with tears at the sight of the pain in Jack’s. “Annabell was right.” He started, his voice cracking with the fear gripping his heart. “We need to talk. There are a few things that I want to say to you,” he glanced at his mother, “that I don’t want to have to deal with around her.”

Jack felt his heart race for a moment, “where would you like to go to talk?” He asked his eyes lighting with mischief.

William didn’t take time to think before he answered, “I would enjoy showing you the ship she hates so much.” He answered motioning toward his mother.

Jack spared a quick glance for Annabell, “that sounds just fine. One thing though, would you make me a promise first?”

“Anything.” William answered without thinking.

“When you get to your ship, you take a moment to get into something that you are actually comfortable in.” He smiled. He hated seeing William in a rich man’s cloths, when he knew he was a pirate at heart.

William laughed, “absolutely. Come on,” he turned to look at Annabell. “You can come too if you want.”

She smiled, “Let’s go.” She headed for the door knowing that both men would follow her. “I know where you docked, I will meet you guys aboard ship. Need to make a stop before I come out. How long you staying in port?” She asked as they walked out of the house and down the front steps.

“Was planning on staying through tomorrow then leave at first light.” He told her with a grin, “your cabin is ready and waiting as always.”

She split off at the first street with a wave. “I’ll be there before you sail.”

“Understood.” William replied as they turned the other way and headed back toward the docks.

A few steps down the street Jack stopped, “William?”

William stopped and turned to look at the young man. “Is something wrong Jack?” He asked softly.

“No, I just wanted to ask if you might have room onboard for another lost soul?” He asked.

William stared for a second before he found his voice. “You want to sail with me?” The question came out cracked and slightly broken as he was so startled by the question.

“Aye, if you’ll have me.” He said simply. “But I will have to stop by my own house to gather a few things that I need if you will have me.” Jack’s smile was radiant.

“You are more than welcome on the Dawn’s Light.” William told him.

Jack managed to keep a straight face, “then we need to turn here my place is just down the street.” He headed off making sure to stay a few steps ahead until he could get the smile off his face. They only took a few minutes at his house packing vital things. “So sis. Keep the place standing. I’m not sure when I will be back.” He told his sister as he stood in the doorway with his pack over his shoulder.

She just smiled. “I understand big brother, and I wish you grand adventures and all the fun you can handle.” He gave him a push out the door and shut it behind him before he could say anything else and get himself into trouble.

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It was mere happenstance that I received the letter at all—and I remembered later that I had every reason to suspect that there had been other letters sent to me at the boarding house that I never saw. I just happened to be the one standing at the front door when the mailman came by and, although I didn’t usually do so, I glanced at the addresses on the envelopes he handed me.

The name was spelled with only one R, of course, but it clearly was addressed to me—and it was from a town in Ohio. I didn’t know anyone in Ohio that I knew of. In fact, I couldn’t name anyone in the world who would be sending me a letter at all.

When I opened it, I had to sit down and read it a third time before the message therein began to sink in. It was from the chairman of the English Department at Oberlin College. My works had been read—I had to return to this statement several times; only a few of my play scripts had ever been seen by anyone else. My works had been read with interest, it said, and Oberlin was prepared to offer me an assistantship if I wished to continue my college education there.

In the next few hours and days—not longer than that, because I was on the wing within a week—I poured over all of the circumstances of my life and everyone who was in it, and only two possibilities occurred to me. There was that strange man who visited me and seemed familiar with me but who had been unable to perform sexually. And, when I thought more on it, there was Alec Cotton, to whom I had sent my draft of The Boarding House. The more I thought on it, the more I became convinced that this was the source of my visitation by the angels—I couldn’t think of the opportunity as anything else. I never even considered that it might just be a practical joke—and, in hindsight, I’m certainly glad I didn’t, because that, by far, was the most logical conclusion. And if I’d thought that was a possibility, chances would have been good I would have marched straightaway to the grate and burned what I would have taken as a cruel joke.

The was another possibility—that it really was my play scripts that had been seen and admired. And I asked around at the playhouse about whether any of the actors and stage people there had sent any of the scripts to anyone, but they all reacted as I reasoned they would—fearing that I was seeking evidence of my work having been stolen for production elsewhere without my permission. Thus, it was not surprising when they all denied any knowledge of the scripts having been disseminated beyond Asheville.

Once I’d decided I would go to Ohio to at least find out what this was about, it was like walking on glass at the boarding house. Mrs. Childress, with her sharp sense of detection, obviously knew something was afoot. I had no idea why she suspected anything until she asked me whether I had any relatives in Ohio. Then I realized that I must have dropped the envelope in the front hall the same day the letter arrived. I certainly couldn’t find the envelope later, and I was so shocked by receiving the letter that I easily could have dropped the envelope there.

I stonewalled her, however, and made my plans in private. And the next Sunday, while she was at church, I put the few belongings I had in my valise and trudged to the train station, where I had already bought a ticket for Oberlin, Ohio.

When I finally got in to see the man who had sent me the letter from Oberlin College, I found I hadn’t been thinking clearly on the possibilities of why I had been invited to school at Oberlin on an assistantship.

“It is all quite unorthodox,” the department chairman said, “but S. D. insisted he couldn’t take up the position offered to him here without an assistant—and one of his own choosing—and when we quibbled on the educational assistant he had chosen, he merely said that we could educate you as we pleased—but that you had worked under him before and the two of you were a comfortable fit.”

“S. D.? Worked under him before? A comfortable fit?”

“Yes, didn’t Professor Dane contact you about this? He seemed quite insistent that you be brought over from Asheville to work with him.”

“Ah. Stan. Stanford Dane.” I almost pinched myself for being so slow—well, for that and for almost bursting forth with laughter at the double entendre references to my having worked under him and the two of us being a comfortable fit.

I finally got to the office they sent me to, the one they said was Professor Dane’s—down a semidark, dusty hallway in one of the college’s older buildings. The chairman of the English Department had spoken of it as if it were some hallowed ground and that his department wouldn’t agree to move to newer facilities even if the college administration tried to force them to, I took my steps with increased hesitancy. I didn’t feel worthy of being here. I knew I would make such a fool of myself for taking on airs above my abilities. And it couldn’t be the Stanford Dane I knew who I was going to meet.

Somehow I didn’t relate all of this to flamboyant, bigger-than-life, got-to-have-the-best Stanford Cami Halısı Dane.

But they were right. The door was open to his office and sitting behind the desk was none other than the Stanford Dane, showman extraordinaire, I had known in Asheville.

“He didn’t tell you in the letter who was recommending you?” Stanford said when he looked up from the text on his desk, his face bathed in a beam of sunlight coming through a window that left the rest of the room in semidarkness, and saw me standing there in the shadows just inside his open door. I already knew him well enough, though, to know that it was all for dramatic effect. I’m sure he knew I was there the moment I entered the building and had taken pains in establishing his place on stage.

“Ah, that is a pity,” he continued. “I didn’t want to do it myself, because I could never quite be sure they would accommodate me. They salivated over my appointment as playwright in residence, but you know how testy the politics can be in a college faculty.”

No, I didn’t know, actually.

“My plays . . . the ones I directed in Asheville last winter attained quite a bit of acclaim. This wasn’t the only college that took note of my successes and abilities.”

“Your plays?” I screamed inside my head. “Don’t you mean our plays?—the ones I slaved so hard over while you were prancing around the parlors of the wealthy in Asheville?”

I didn’t say it, of course. And I didn’t really believe it. The plays would have gone nowhere without his signature stamped all over them. If nothing else, I had no argument to give that the ending he loved and that I hated hadn’t made Bound for Home fail in the eyes of the audiences. I had heard that the play had done well on the New York stage as well, which I took as a lesson for my own skills at assessment. It had humbled me.

“Why, Mr. Dane?” I asked instead. “Why did you send for me? When you left you didn’t even say good-bye.”

“I was slightly piqued at you, dear boy. But since we were parted, I discovered that I missed you.”

I should have been satisfied with that—and I would have been—if he hadn’t eventually gotten around to a deeper reason.

“I’m grateful, of course, for the opportunity to study. And to work with you—”

“I would like to know how grateful, Charlie. I would like to have that cleared up right at the beginning.”

“Oh, very. I—”

“Don’t just tell me, Charlie. I would like for you to show me, please.”

With that he rolled his chair back away from the desk I know was facing as I stood between desk and door.

“Close the door, Charlie, please—and come kneel between my thighs.”

“Here? Now? In a public building? The glass in the door isn’t clear, but with the backlighting from the window—”

“Yes, here, now, Charlie. Don’t you remember that we had a discussion about danger enhancing the ecstasy—on our first day together? Have you lost your sense of adventure?”

I knelt between his thighs then and unbuttoned his trousers and pulled that monster cock of his out, already in partial arousal, and closed my lips over the bulb to begin the ritual of what I knew he enjoyed the most.

When he was in full erection, he commanded me to rise, strip off my trousers and drawers and lean over the desktop with my belly on a pile of notebooks he’d been grading.

I moaned as in times of old as he reached between my legs and began milking my cock and ran his tongue into my ass. He knew all of me—what I liked better and what I liked best. He was the master of me—which, I knew, was the whole purpose of this welcoming session. But when he had his long, thick, strong cock moving deep inside me and I was writhing under his attentions and not caring about anything but that he hadn’t given me this for so long, I again, almost instantly, was entirely his.

Immediately after his ejaculation, he put his lips to my ears and stabbed me with the real reason I had been sent for.

“You didn’t ask what your duties would be as my assistant, Charles.”

“They seem fairly obvious now,” I countered with a groan.

“Beyond that—that’s just a pledge of your loyalty—beyond that, I’ve been working on scripts since Asheville, but they seem to need something more. You did so well with the Asheville play that what I want your assistance with is cleaning my plays up and enhancing them.”

“You want me to write your plays?”

“The plays are mine, Charles,” and not having taken his still-hard cock all of the way out of me, I gasped as he slammed it deep up into me again—showing me that his forbearance had its limits. “I want you to work on them as you did in Asheville—no more and no less. You seemed content to learn from me then. Has that changed?”

“No,” I whimpered. And I’m ashamed to say that my “no” was really because he was withdrawing his cock from inside me once again. He was still hard; I knew that he was capable of fucking me again—and the second and subsequent ones had always been the more pleasurable ones.

“Rise and dress now, Charles. This is Cami Halıları perhaps a bit more public than we should chance further. But I’m not finished with you.”

“No,” I whimpered again, this time making clear that I wasn’t finished properly either.

As we dressed, he wrote something on a scrap of paper and handed it to me. “This is my address. As soon as you are settled into your dormitory room this afternoon, attend me at my house, please.”

“I am to live at the college, not with you?” I asked. I tried not to make it come out as a whine, but I’m sure I didn’t succeed.

“Yes, it would be inconvenient—and perhaps a bit too obvious—if I were to take you into my home. You’re a student now. You should be happy to make the most of this time among other students. As long as you don’t get too familiar with any of them, of course.”

I recognized the last sentence, addressed in a voice of steel, as the command it was rather than friendly advice. I was to be for his use alone.

* * * *

“Professor Dane?” I called out as I pushed the already-ajar door of his two-story cottage on the college grounds open enough for me to slip inside. I reasoned that if he wanted our relationship to remain a secret here, I shouldn’t stand out on the open front porch for any length of time.

“Up here, in the bath. Come give me a hand.”

I gave him two hands actually. Finding him in a stand of soapy water in a large claw-footed tub in the center of a good sized bathroom, I scrubbed his back for him with one hand and slow-pumped his cock with the other.

He sighed and issued an instruction in a low, melodic voice. “Take your clothes off and join me in here now, please.”

“You want me in the tub with you?” I asked nonsensically.

“Of course. I did teach you how to sit on a man’s cock in a bathtub, didn’t I? I know that I taught you so much that I may have missed something, but that’s pretty fundamental, I think.”

I entered the tub and knelt over his pelvis and impaled my channel on his cock—and finally experienced the complete second-and-third-times-are-higher-heavens cocking I hadn’t quite gotten in his office. When we were done, there was as much soapy water on the floorboards around the tub as in it and my eye sockets were swimming in his cum.

I was leisurely drying myself off with him watching me and me knowing that from his look he was not finished fucking me for the day, when we heard the front door slam downstairs and a saucy-toned male voice called out Dane’s name.

“I’m home. Got the chops just as you directed.”

I looked over into Dane’s face and I saw both amusement and triumph. He was punishing me for having found Abe and me together in the hayloft.

“His name is Freddy,” Dane said, and I heard the twinge of laughter in his voice. “He is taking one of my classes, he lives here with me, and I am teaching him to be fucked by men.”

I passed Freddy on the stairs, and it seemed that he, a little blond snippet of an arrogant college freshman, looked on me with disdain.

I said nothing; but I knew two things now. One, an obvious revelation, was that there was a good reason Dane hadn’t asked me to live with him here. And, two, no matter what I let Dane do to me and take from me, if any plays were going to be written by our collaboration, they would bear both of our names as playwrights.

I would do anything Dane wanted to do to me sexually—he had that sort of command over me. But he would not fully command my pen ever again—or at least that was my resolve at the time.

* * * *

Dane didn’t like my conditions for working with him, but as long as I would open my legs for him on command, he chose to live with my name under his—and in smaller, less bold letters I soon found out—on the play scripts.

I think I would have been content with that arrangement as long as Dane was—and indeed, it lasted beyond the time I had earned my undergraduate degree at Oberlin and was starting to pursue a master of fine arts degree there as well.

What changed my life was another lover from my past unexpectedly drifting back into my path.

A book festival was being held at Oberlin and one of the keynote speakers was Alec Cotton, the frenzied writer who used sex with men to jog his writing muse and who had spent three memorable weeks with his cock inside me at Mrs. Childress’s boarding house.

I saw his name in the festival announcements, and I made sure that Dane was having a private teaching session with his Freddy that evening—and I went to Cotton’s lecture on the creative use of tense in novels.

I sat well back in the lecture hall, but he saw and recognized me anyway. And he embarrassed me by including me in the introductions of the writers he saw in the audience.

“Mr. Bairr with two Rs, could you abide me for a moment when I’ve attended to everyone else who wishes to talk with me?” he called out to me as the lecture concluded and some attendees moved to the podium while most turned and shuffled out of the hall, telling each other of their own important beliefs on the use of tense in writing.

What he had to say when others were far enough away not to hear what he whispered was, “Can you come back to my hotel with me now? I need to be inside you. I was so afraid that my need could be seen by all as I spoke. Did you see me hiding behind the lectern the entire time? Just seeing you in the audience gave me an uncontrollable hard.”

He fucked me more furiously than I can remember him ever having done before when we returned to his room. When we were both spent, he sat up in the bed and reached over on the nightstand and retrieved a cigarette and lit up. He offered one to me, but I demurred. I just lay there, looking up at him, not fully believing that he had thundered back into my life like this.

“How did you recognize me in the hall?” I asked. “Surely I have changed.”

“For the better—which I would not have thought possible,” he answered. “I knew you were here. I’d heard about Dane’s assistant and I knew it was you. That’s why I came to this dreary gathering.”

“You came just for me?”

“I have wondered. Why didn’t you answer my letters on your book? I was drowning in enthusiasm—as was my editor, Max Trudeau, but I received no response from you on helping you have it published.”

“Published? Letters? I’m sorry, I received no letters.” Mrs. Childress had interceded. I knew it then. And if she’d been present here, I would have choked the life out of her for her grasping interference. Any thoughts of remorse I might have had about leaving her without notice were now flown.

“Trudeau is a master of guiding an author into publication. You’d be smart to let him take you on. He says The Boarding House is far too taboo to put directly into the mainstream market here, of course. But it can be translated into French and supposedly pirated editions can filter back into the American market. He says he can guarantee you a faithful and well-heeled following. And, with his credentials, that’s saying a lot. So, I don’t understand why—”

“Yes,” I said.

“I don’t understand—”

“I said ‘yes,’ Alec. I’m interested. I didn’t receive the letters. They were kept from me.”

“You will have to come to New York, of course,” he now said. “Trudeau works extremely closely with those he’s editing and mentoring.”

“That may not be quite as possible,” I said. “Perhaps I should sound Stanford Dane out on it. I’m supposed to be working with him on play scripts.”

Alec was not thrilled about this, but I insisted. “I will have an answer before you leave Oberlin on Saturday,” I said. “I owe this to him.”

I went straight to Dane’s cottage and opened the front door when no one responded to my knock. In the foyer, some proofs lying on the table in the hall caught my attention. I could hear Dane and Freddy in their lovemaking in Dane’s room at the top of the stairs, but I was more interested in the proofs. They were releases about his newest play—our newest play. My name did not appear on the title page.

I was seething as I mounted the stairs. The door to Dane’s bedroom was open and they were on the bed. Dane was kneeling on the bed, facing the door, his torso arched back. Freddy, also facing the door, was stretched out on top of Dane’s torso, also kneeling on the bed. Dane was palming Freddy’s belly, holding him close in to give his impaling cock as much purchase up Freddy’s channel as possible. Freddy’s torso was stretched up as his arms were flung back and his hands locked behind Dane’s neck. His pert little cock was bobbing up and down to the rhythm of the thrusts of Dane’s cock inside him.

When he looked up and saw me, Freddy gave me a sneery little smile of possession and triumph.

“Oh, it’s you, Charles.” It was Dane who spoke. “I thought it was a couple of football players I summoned to play with us tonight to receive passing grades and keep their positions on the team. Good. Come join us, please. Suck on Freddy for me please. And when the football players arrive—”

I heard no more. I had turned and was stumbling down the staircase—more upset, I’m afraid by the evidence of the proofs missing my name than by Dane’s sexual plans for the evening. I went back to the hotel and knocked on Alec’s door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, two Rs,” I answered through the flimsy wood of the door.

“Come on in. Back so soon?”

“Yes and yes,” I said, as I moved to the bed and straddled his pelvis with my knees and began to fuck myself on his willing cock.

I stayed the night and gathered up my few belongings and returned to his bed until his lectures were finished. And when Alec left for New York, so did I.

I had the presence of mind to let Dane know I was going—and that it wasn’t really about the sexual demands and degradations but because of the continued attempts to cut me out of my due in the playwriting. I told him I would give him my address wherever I’d be and I’d even continue to work on the plays with him from a distance, if he liked. But I would do so only if my name appeared on the scripts, that I received confirmation of this from any theaters or publishers working with the scripts, and that I was sent my share of any profit from them.

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Hanging Out With The In-Crowd https://aygir.org/hanging-out-with-the-in-crowd.html https://aygir.org/hanging-out-with-the-in-crowd.html#respond Thu, 28 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://aygir.org/hanging-out-with-the-in-crowd.html

I wouldn’t describe myself as square exactly, but I was not the most world-wise 19 year old. I lived at home with my Dad and spent more time studying than getting up to regular sorts of teenage mischief.

I was still a virgin. I’d had some limited experience of sexual practices but never more than a series of fumbles with girls who were as shy and inexperienced as me.

When I started hanging out with Rebecca and Todd however, all that started to change. My name is Henry, by the way.

You know how it is at high school. There is always a group of ‘cool’ kids in the year who form a group. They tend to be the best looking, wear the trendiest clothes, have their own cars before everyone else and have a reputation for the wildest parties.

Well, Rebecca Ashton was one of this group at my school, Beaumont High. She was absolutely gorgeous which helped make her a magnet to girls and boys alike, but she was also a rebel which gave her the reputation of being cool too. She would come in to class late, openly challenge the authority of teachers and was one of the first girls in the year to be reputed to have “gone all the way” with her boyfriend Todd Bateman.

Todd can perhaps best be described as the male equivalent of Rebecca -good looking, popular, physically more mature than most of his friends and with a reputation for being a party animal. To be friends with Todd (if you were a guy) meant you were elevated to elite status by your fellow students. If you were a girl and you were lucky enough to date him, you would be the envy of the class.

Given their status as the rebel king and queen of the year, it was perhaps inevitable that Todd and Rebecca would end up an item. Their relationship was a pretty volatile one – they would just as likely be seen having a blazing row in the hall as they would making out in the schoolyard. But this was characteristic of their obsessive personalities and the fact that they were crazy about each other.

I couldn’t believe my luck when I first started to hang around with Todd and Rebecca and the rest of their group. I felt like I had been plucked from anonymous obscurity and finally given an identity. All of a sudden people knew my name and would greet me in the hallway; they would show me respect and laugh at my jokes.

I only became friends with Todd and his group by accident and to be honest, I never really felt I belonged. I tended to be the quiet one whenever we sat around our regular table at the diner, or the one who hovered nervously in the background while Todd and the other guys carried out some wild act or another.

They let me into their group only after I got my Dad to fix Todd’s car one afternoon (my Dad is a mechanic). He didn’t charge Todd anything for the repair and this was enough for me to start being invited to sit at their table in the canteen, and hang out with them on the weekends.

I never felt truly comfortable with them as a group of friends – they always seemed to be bitching about someone or other, or carrying out some action that undermined another kid in the year – but if truth be told, I did feel a lot ‘cooler’ than I ever had done before.

And I certainly had my eyes opened by them to a few things when it came to sex. There was one time in particular, which is what I want to tell you about here.

It was a Friday night and Todd and his gang would often spend Fridays at a bar called Mitzy’s. Mitzy’s is a dark, sleazy place where they played live music on the weekends. Todd and his gang had a favorite table against the back wall with a couple of benches on either side. At a tight squeeze you could get about eight people around this table. On this night there were only five of us – Todd and Rebecca, Russell (Todd’s best buddy), Clare (who was a new friend of Rebecca’s) and myself. At 19 years old, I was the youngest. Todd was oldest at 23.

The bar was packed out but we found the band pretty lousy – it was some folk trio of Irish fiddlers – and none of us were really listening. Instead we were laughing and chatting and drinking Coke by the bucketload, having consumed a few cans of beer in the parking lot before going inside.

After a while, the conversation inevitably got around to sex. This was Todd and Rebecca’s doing – partly because they initiated every topic of conversation, and partly because the two of them were so horny for each other that when they weren’t actually making out in front of us, they would be talking and showing off about it.

As ringleader of the conversation, and following a whispered private conference with Todd, Rebecca announced we were going to play a game of Truth or Dare. I can’t recall if anyone objected but they would have been unlikely to once Rebecca had decreed it.

The first person picked on for the game on was myself. Like I said before, I was still the runt of the group and clearly the one who commanded the least respect from within, even if outsiders generally now considered me to be royalty.

Rebecca asked me if I wanted truth or a dare. In an attempt Cami Halısı to be as cool as I sincerely believed they were at that time, I casually answered “Dare”. I would have given anything to prove myself and gain standing in the group.

My dare was (without asking) to drink the half-glass of beer belonging to some tough looking guy at a nearby table. It was easier to achieve than I thought as he was engrossed in watching the band. I casually passed by and surreptitiously swiped the beer, draining it in one gulp and just as casually and surreptitiously placing it back on the table beside him.

Returning to my seat we all waited a good minute or two before the guy brought the glass back up to his mouth and seemed puzzled that it was emptier than when he last took a sip. This was met with hoots of laughter from the gang at my table and won me back-patting and accolades. I was pretty pleased with myself.

Next up was Clare, who was sitting on the bench next to me, with our backs to the wall. It was not the first point in the evening that I sensed Clare was a bit of a kindred spirit. She seemed every bit as out of her depth and yet eager to please as I was.

I could tell immediately she wasn’t as comfortable with the game as the others around the table but that like me, she was also desperate to remain a part of the group, which had no doubt improved her popularity as much as it had mine. She opted for “truth” instead of dare and Rebecca seemed delighted by this.

Rebecca had a pretty sadistic streak in her. Everyone wanted to be her friend but I wondered if anyone ever really got close to her. She took great delight in thinking up a really tricky question for Clare to answer truthfully. I think she would have done so whoever’s turn it was to answer, but seeing as she didn’t know Clare all that well yet, she was probably deliberately harsh.

“Ok my question is this…”, she said, grinning in advance at what she perceived to be her own cunning in thinking it up. “You went on the school camping trip last semester and shared a tent with Annabel Knight, right?” (Annabel Knight had a reputation for being a bit of a slut).

“Yes”, said Clare, following carefully, clearly eager to answer whatever question might be coming.

“And Annabel told us that her and Philip Crowe fucked in their sleeping bag while you were in the tent, right?”.

“Yes”. Clare was happy to confirm the story. She seemed relieved this was all she was being required to answer, but Rebecca went on.

“So my question is this. Did you get turned on by listening to them fucking?”

This was a clever question because Clare was definitely taken aback and went a little red. “No”, she said, “I just fell asleep and didn’t think about it.”.

She said it in a believable enough way but I suppose it did seem a little unlikely.

Todd and Russell expressed disbelief. I stayed typically silent.

“Liar!”, Rebecca snapped. She still had a smirk on her face, but I sensed she was a bit pissed with Clare for not playing ball.

Clare seemed immediately anxious that she had disappointed.

Next up was Russell who took a dare to throw an ice-cube at a woman sitting on her own by the fire exit. This was met with squeals of delight from our table and resulted in the woman switching seats.

Rebecca took “truth” for her turn and was asked by Todd what the biggest number of orgasms was that she had ever had in one session. She replied “seventeen”, which struck me as a lie but of course nobody voiced any doubt and instead we all sycophantically cooed with awe.

Todd also took “truth” for his turn and was asked by Rebecca whether he had ever masturbated over her. He answered “yes, every day”. This response delighted Rebecca and the game was paused for a moment while the two of them slobbered over each other’s faces.

It was a pretty sickly display – Todd and Rebecca’s questions had clearly been designed to bolster one another’s ego’s and form part of the evening-long foreplay that would later result in them making out in the back of his car.

Next it was my turn again and this time I asked for “truth”, eager to impress my friends with candid honesty as much as I had done previously with my courage and audacity.

“How many girls have you fucked?”, Russell asked, before anyone else could formulate a question.

“Er.. None”, I answered sheepishly.

My honesty was met with approval from the men at the table. Todd raised his Coke and made a pledge to change that situation for me. I smiled embarrassedly but felt good that I hadn’t tried to make something up. It would only have led to further questions and eventually I was likely to have been caught out.

All eyes turned to Clare again who, clearly aware she was considered the weak link in the game at that point, was desperate to make amends. She boldly requested a “dare”. I hoped they were going to go easy on her and yet I could see that Rebecca was still of the view that Clare was a bit of a geek.

“OK…”, Cami Halıları Rebecca said with an evil glint in her eye.

We all had to wait in suspense for a moment as one of the bartenders cleared away the empty glasses from our table. Clare looked nervous but still determined to rise to whatever challenge befell her.

“Your dare is to take your underwear off and put it on the table” Rebecca said.

Clare tried to look unperturbed by the proposed challenge. She glanced down at her lap. From my place on the bench beside her I also looked down. She was wearing a short, loose-fitting black skirt that stopped half way down her thighs. Although I perceived she was uncomfortable, I didn’t expect for one moment that she would refuse the dare. And sure enough she didn’t.

Starting with the top half, Clare discreetly and with some dexterity, withdrew one of her arms inside the sleeve of her shirt. From here, and with all of us watching in excited silence, she went about unfastening something at her back and pulling it down over her shoulders. She carried out the action swiftly and clinically, the whole time ensuring that what she was doing was fully concealed by her shirt.

She looked inconspiciously around the room at the same time to ensure that nobody outside the group was watching. With impressive speed she eventually returned her arm through the sleeve of the shirt and dropped a peach-colored bra, scrunched up into a ball, on to the table in front of us.

Todd and Russell went crazy about this, applauding and approving her actions. In fact, their brief outburst caused two or three nearby tables to glance over at us.

Rebecca seemed less impressed. I guessed this was partly because of Todd’s approval but also because she had secretly expected (and even hoped) that Clare would refuse to carry out the dare.

By now the atmosphere around the table was tense and excitable and even though I sympathized with Clare’s predicament, I couldn’t help but be swept up in the erotic suggestiveness of it too.

My eyes stayed fixed for a while on the lacy bra that lay on the table. It was an arousing thought that Clare’s (quite impressive) chest had been set free beneath her shirt just a few inches away from where I was sitting. She was a hot girl.

Next we watched her reach beneath the table and wriggle free of her pants. The only people who might have got a glimpse of what was going on down there were Todd and myself as we were seated next to her – one on each side – on the bench. But unfortunately she was every bit as skilled at masking this action and her skirt fully covered what was going on underneath.

Once she had removed the underwear from her waist, she naturally had to get it down over her feet so she appeared to draw her knees up under the table for a moment and lower her arms in order to free herself from it. Once again just a few short moments later, her hand appeared above the table and she triumphantly dropped a tiny little teen thong on top of the bra.

“Dare completed”, she announced victoriously.

Once again the lads went crazy with approval at this but Rebecca still had the same reservation preventing her from appearing impressed.

When Clare went to retrieve her underwear from the table, Rebecca got there first and snatched it up.

“You’re not allowed it back until the end of the game”, she said bitterly.

Clare seemed confused now. She had followed Rebecca’s orders and won favor with the group but now seemed to be disapproved of even more by Rebecca herself.

Rebecca was hellbent on making her feel even more uncomfortable, when she suddenly made the following announcement: “Oh my God, her panties are all wet”.

Clare looked mortified but didn’t say anything.

“They’re soaking”, Rebecca went on, “have you been getting all horny down there?”.

I don’t know if Clare’s thong really was wet but this new method of teasing her was rapidly winning Rebecca back into the boys’ favor. They jeered and laughed at Clare and tried to cop a feel of the pants from Rebecca, although she kept them tightly concealed in her hand and would not allow them to.

Rebecca carried on with her taunting: “they’re all juicy and slimy”, she went on, “she must be a right mess down there”. I looked at Clare who was trying to keep a stiff upper lip but seemed really hurt. I felt I had to say something.

“Come on Rebecca”, I protested, “that’s not fair. Give them back to her”.

Rebecca stopped her jeering and looked at me with astonishment.

“Ooh sticking up for her now are we?”, she said turning on me, “are you hoping that if she’s turned on enough, she might take your virginity later?”.

Todd and Russell laughed even more at this and it spurred Rebecca on.

“Maybe it was sitting next to you that made her all wet”.

Goodness knows why either of us wanted to be friends with this unpleasant girl, but you know what teenagers are like. It takes time and maturity to realize there are more important qualities in life than popularity and hanging-out-with-the-right-people.

At the time, I am embarrassed to say, my main concern was simply that I might be rejected from the group. Clare too seemed more troubled by this thought than whether or not she could retain her dignity.

“OK, your turn for a dare again”, Rebecca said viciously, looking at me. “You like her so much, put your hand up her skirt”.

The boys loved this.

“What?”

“You heard! Shove your hand up her skirt. Touch her. Find out how wet she really is!” Rebecca was loving the power she was commanding.

“I, er…”

“Trying to get out of the dare are you?”

“No, I just…”

“Then DO it”.

I won’t pretend I didn’t feel awkward and embarrassed but I saw the opportunity to redeem myself by carrying out this challenge and I could see that Clare felt the same way. Her eyes met mine and they seemed to be urging me to go for it rather than risk having us both fall out with Todd and Rebecca.

So I reached my right arm under the table. Clare lifted her skirt up and replaced it over my hand. Todd let out a whoop of anticipation at this and you could tell from the look in his eyes that he was rather disappointed he couldn’t see any of the details of what was about to happen.

My fingers were shaking a little as Clare lowered her skirt over them. The first thing they found was the warm, smooth flesh of her thigh. I felt the skin beneath my fingertips instantly harden with tiny goose-bumps. I have no idea what the expression on my face was showing at this point but I know my heart was thumping.

Clare’s face was trying to keep calm but she looked every bit as anxious as I felt. Tracing my fingers along the soft flesh of her thigh, I moved my hand further between her legs until they reached their target.

I felt a strip of what seemed to be very neatly-trimmed pubic hair and a moment later touched the outer lips of her pussy. They were dry and felt cooler than the flesh on her leg.

I was not intending to have any more than a quick feel before removing my hand – having completed the dare – but as I pressed my forefinger against the fleshly lips it suddenly and unexpectedly slid inbetween them. And before Clare or I could do anything about it, my finger was met with the hot, dampest little cunt imaginable.

I don’t know how I can be so sure when Clare’s upper body and face remained so inanimate, but I felt certain she experienced a sharp sensation of pleasure when my finger slipped inside.

I had been unsurprised at the apparently dry lips that originally met my touch – I mean, being placed in the embarrassing situation of being “abused” in public as part of a dare was hardly guaranteed to be turn-on of the year – but nothing could have prepared me for the shock of discovering that just beneath the surface, her pussy was every bit as slippery and juicy as Rebecca had advertised.

By the time my finger slid back out again, the whole area of her pussy was drenched. It was the wettest little crotch I have ever touched – although I had little to compare it with at the time.

I hesitated as I returned my hand above the table, as to whether I should wipe my fingers first. I didn’t want to provide further fuel for Clare to be tormented, but then I also didn’t want Rebecca to think that Clare and I had simply “faked” it.

As it happened, I had no time to think before Rebecca was making demands again:

“Show us your fingers”, she said.

I held them in front of me and we all saw, quite unmistakably, they were lubricated with a clear oily liquid that was glistening in the dim light.

Rebbeca was delighted at this vindication. “You see”, she squealed, “she is soaking down there!”

Todd and Russell cheered their approval of this new evidence of Rebecca’s allegation and both congratulated Clare and I on our impressive carrying out of the dare.

“Now put the finger in your mouth”, Rebecca ordered and I popped the wet forefinger between my lips. My taste buds were met with the distinctive salty taste of pussy.

There were even more cheers from the boys.

“Right, its somebody else’s turn then”, said Clare in an attempt to move the game on.

“No it isn’t”, Rebecca interrupted, “you guys haven’t finished proving yourselves yet”. I don’t know if she was getting off on the power of giving out orders or if, like the boys, she was simply getting off on the forbidden nature of the activity, but either way she wasn’t ready for our ridicule to finish.

“Next”, she said, “Clare you have to flash Henry your pussy”. I was starting to feel rather fondly towards Rebecca again. If I was going to continually benefit in this way from her orders to Clare, maybe the situation wasn’t so fucked up after all.

Clare also seemed more relaxed this time. Perhaps because the ice had now been broken, or maybe because this dare was comparatively tamer than the one we had just performed.

Clare sat back as far as she could against the wall and turned her legs fully towards me. We both scanned the immediate area to be sure no outsiders were watching and then I looked down at her lap, which was still concealed by a long skirt.

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Midnight Movie https://aygir.org/midnight-movie.html https://aygir.org/midnight-movie.html#respond Thu, 28 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://aygir.org/midnight-movie.html

Wendy waited impatiently for the movie to start. It was already fifteen minutes past midnight and the girl’s foul mood was obvious even to the popcorn boy. Her date for the evening had stood her up, none of her friends were around, and the only resort for entertainment was a lonely midnight movie. Sighing, she leaned back in the scratchy seat as the lights finally dimmed.

The theatre door opened and closed quickly, flashing a spear of light at the opening curtains. A dim figure strolled down the aisle. She seated herself next to Wendy, further annoying the already unhappy girl. The theatre was nearly empty; there was no reason why this woman had to sit just one seat away. The pre-movie advertisements for popcorn and licorice boomed to life and Wendy glanced at the newcomer out of the corner of her eye.

Wendy’s neighbor was wildly sexy. Her dark hair floated wildly around her creamy complexioned face and her blue eyes flashed merrily in the illumination from the movie screen. The girl wore a nearly see-through blouse and long black skirt, and even in the dim light Wendy could see that she had no bra. All and all, she appeared to be ready for a night at the dance clubs rather than the movies.

The film started and Wendy turned her attention to the screen. Almost immediately, the other girl propped her feet up on the seat in the next row. For the next ten minutes, both women were absorbed by the intense Cami Halısı prison break unfolding before them. Soon after, however, the movie turned to an impressively provocative sex scene. About two minutes later, as a lithe blonde’s naked ass undulated on the screen, Wendy once again glanced at her neighbor. The movie was quickly forgotten as Wendy realized with a shock what the other woman was doing.

The girl’s feet still rested on the corners of the seat before her and her skirt was pushed up around her waist. Beneath, she obviously wore nothing. With one hand the dark-haired girl was stroking the inside of her thighs lightly. The other was busy at the apex of her legs, slowly massaging her clit with a circular motion.

Wendy sat silently, transfixed by the sight of the masturbating woman. The scene on the screen soon changed, but Wendy’s neighbor continued touching herself. Wendy turned around quickly, blond curls bouncing, and scanned the theatre. No one else seemed to have noticed what was going on in Wendy’s row and she knew that the theatre workers very rarely checked out the screening rooms while a movie was playing. Breathing somewhat quickly, Wendy turned her attention back to the action one seat away.

The other girl looked up suddenly, locking her gaze on Wendy’s and smiling. The tip of her tongue slipped out of her mouth and licked across her upper lip in a slow, provocative Cami Halıları gesture. Her fingers continued their work, flickering steadily between her legs. Wendy found that she couldn’t break the girl’s gaze. Unconsciously, her hand began caressing her own nipple through the fabric of her sweater and bra. The other girl’s smile grew wider.

Without warning, Wendy’s neighbor slid from her seat and crossed the short distance between the two of them on her knees. Wendy’s eyes grew wide. Without hesitating, her new friend pushed Wendy’s knees apart and softly kissed the milky skin on the inside of Wendy’s thigh. A jolt of electricity shot through the big-chested girl’s body, causing her nipples to stiffen instantly and a liquid warmth to wash over her skin. Her anonymous lover recognized the response instantly and trailed her tongue all the way up and under the leg of Wendy’s cutoffs.

The movie was totally forgotten now, as were any concerns that someone else might oversee. Wendy fumbled for the clasp of her shorts, releasing them faster than she’d thought possible. The kneeling girl ripped the cutoffs away, pulling Wendy’s panties with them. Leaning back in her seat, Wendy thrust her legs over the back of the chair before her. The dark-haired girl’s face immediately smothered Wendy’s dripping cunt, licking and sucking at the engorged lips while her tongue stroked Wendy’s hardening clit. Sliding her hands beneath her sweater, Wendy rolled and pinched her erect nipples between her own fingertips. The screen was exploding with a sound as the movie flashed to a raging gunfight, but Wendy didn’t notice.

The anonymous woman’s skirt bunched up around her waist once more and Wendy could see the smooth skin of the girl’s round ass rubbing against the rough plastic of the seatback. Skilled fingers opened the gate of Wendy’s nether lips and a warm tongue quickly began stabbing inside her cunt. Wendy bit her lip, trying vainly to keep from moaning. Her heart was beating faster and faster and nearly skipped a beat when the dark-haired girl’s tongue slipped down to probe lightly at the tight pucker of Wendy’s ass.

Wendy did begin groaning then, a deep, throaty sound that was hardly audible above the thunderous sound of the movie. The kneeling woman returned her mouth to Wendy’s clit and began stroking her slick asshole with one fingertip. Seconds later, Wendy gasped as a long finger slid smoothly into her rectum at the same time as soft lips encircled her clit and sucked hard. Wendy climaxed immediately, covering her lover’s face with the sticky fluids of her orgasm. The other girl continued licking and sucking, slowly pumping Wendy’s taut ass with one finger and holding the thrashing girl’s sweater with the other fist. After a few minutes her convulsions ceased and the other woman slid up into Wendy’s embrace.

“I’m Amy,” she whispered, tracing her tongue around the inside of Wendy’s ear.

Wendy smiled in return, and, while the movie continued playing, led Amy from the theatre.

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Halloween 2003 https://aygir.org/halloween-2003.html https://aygir.org/halloween-2003.html#respond Wed, 27 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://aygir.org/halloween-2003.html

Ass

Richard left work early. He had some errands to run before the Halloween party. He was anxious; he had not been to a costume party in twenty five years. Pulling to the curb in front of the costume shop, Richard was envisioning himself as batman or superman.

Stepping up to the counter, Richard said,

“Do you have a couple of costumes reserved for Richard Smith?”

Opening a book, a tall older gentleman behind the counter flipped several pages and said,

“No I don’t see anything under Smith.”

Pulling out his cell phone, Richard called his wife. When she answered, he asked,

“Linda, Didn’t you reserve the costumes?”

After a silence, Linda said,

“Oh god, I forgot!”

Getting upset, Richard told her he would get something and hung up. Turning back to the man behind the counter, Richard said,

“Do you have a batman or superman costume?”

Looking at his watch, the clerk said with a sigh,

“At five o’clock on Halloween day, we really don’t have much of anything.”

He stopped to think, then added,

“We have a two people horse costume, a gorilla and a couple of things from the middle ages.”

Richard said thanks and left. Going out the door, he was disappointed. He was looking forward to the party and going as a super hero. He worried all the way home about if they were going, and what were they going to do. Pulling into the driveway at his house, Richard resigned himself to not going. Turning towards the door, he was surprised to see his wife.

Linda Smith was standing in the door way wearing a pair of black slacks and a white mans dress shirt. Below her nose she had on a fake mustache. At five foot nine with small breast and large hips and butt, Linda filled out her costume perfect.

She raised a glass and said,

“Here have a drink. We only have a few minutes to get you ready.”

With curiosity, Richard asked,

“What costume?”

Walking in as he spoke, Richard saw Linda’s friend Tammy. The two ladies started transforming Richard into Regina. He took a couple of sips of his drink and tried to protest, but it did no good. The ladies were determined.

They stripped him to his underwear. They shaved his five o’clock shadow. They started with a pair of nylons, then a short dress. Tammy disappeared. Coming out of the bedroom, she was carrying a nice blouse to wear under the dress, a pair of rubber fake breasts, a bra and a wig. Richard tried to protest again, but his wife stepped in. In no time Richard looked like a beautiful woman.

Setting a mirror on the table, they put make up on him and topped off the outfit with a nice blond wig. Looking in the mirror, Richard Escort Bayan Antep was impressed. He was starting to get into it. Turning back to the table, Tammy gave him a pair of low heel shoes. They fit. It was then he realized they planned this.

Linda came out of the bedroom, she had on a nice pair of suspenders, a nice tie, a suit coat and a hat. As Tammy left, Richard and Linda did some finishing touches and left for the party. all the way there, Richard was wondering if there was some ulterior motive. Maybe he shouldn’t have told her about his bisexual curiosity.

Arriving at the party a few minutes late, Linda blamed it on her friend Regina for taking so long to get ready. It was a nice party at a large house outside of town. They were constantly introducing themselves because their costumes hid them so well.

At ten the host and his wife, dressed as King Henry and Anne Boleyn, came out with a box of trophies. They handed out awards for most creative, best costume, and sexiest. Richard and Linda won for most creative.

After the trophie presentation, Richard went upstairs to the restroom. Coming out a man dressed in a Tarzan costume stopped him.

“Hi you remember me? It’s good to see you again.”

Before Richard could answer, Tarzan leaned in for a hug and a kiss. Richard was shocked. He didn’t know what to do. As he felt the man’s tongue going in his mouth, he started to tingle and get turned on. Richard responded, kissing him back. It turned Richard on more when the man reached around and massaged his butt cheeks.

Moving back into the bathroom, Richard took his mouth away. Tarzan reached for Richard’s breast. Not sure if he wanted this sharade to end or not Richard stopped him. With a look of disappointment, Tarzan said,

“Okay how about one of your expert blow jobs?”

Richard thought a minute. He was going to stop him and tell him who he really was, but couldn’t. He was mesmerized when he removed his Tarzan outfit. A semi-erect cock stuck straight out. Richard bent to his knees. Putting a hand around his cock, he felt it grow in his hand. Slowly he moved his mouth closer. Opening his mouth, he felt his first cock. Reaching for his balls he moved up and down sucking on his cock. He liked giving his first blow job.

He moved his head faster, moving his hand along the eight inch cock. He heard him moan. Realizing he was about to cum, Richard went faster. As he started cuming, Richard swallowed every drop.

They both left the bathroom. Tarzan went down stairs first. Most of the people had gone by the time Richard made it down stairs. He looked around the room. He saw Mark and Terri, the host.

Mark is five foot ten. He has brown hair and a goatee. His wife, Terri is five foot six. she has large sagging breast and a large round ass.

Richard looked around the room some more. He saw Tarzan standing next to a short red head dressed as Jane. She is slim with small perky tits. Looking at Tarzan he thought about what he just did upstairs. Tarzan is five foot ten, and muscular.

Richard saw Bill and Kim Maxwell. He was dressed as Superman and she came dressed as Lois Lane. Bill is five eight with a little bit of a pot belly. Kim is five foot two with long blond hair and large firm breasts.

Mark and Terri took off their costume. bill took off his Superman’s cape and tights. Standing in the living room in a pair of shorts, Mark said to Debbie Moore, dressed as Jane,

“Have you met Richard and Linda Smith?”

Richard pulled off his wig and Linda took off her hat. Behind Debbie, her husband, Larry looked shocked. As they shook hands Richard almost made the comment that they already met, but changed his mind.

Breaking the awkward moment Larry Looked at his wife and made a comment about her perky tits being beautiful. Her tits were almost visible with the skimpy costume. After a couple of more comments about her perky tits, she pulled her top off and asked,

“Would you like to see more?”

All the guys said yes. After more talk about breast and butts, everyone was naked. Mark walked over to Kim, like he had done this before, he led her to the couch. She lay on the couch and he got on his knees next to her. He leaned in and started licking her bald pussy. Watching Mark and Kim, Bill didn’t notice Terri come over and go to her knees. She started making love to Bill’s seven inch cock.

Watching the two couples, Larry walked up behind Linda and started kissing her neck. He leaned down and sucked he left tit. They laid on the floor and went into a heated sixty nine.

Richard and Debbie pulled up a piece of carpet. Richard was getting excited about licking Debbie’s red haired pussy. The sight of her bush turned him on even more. He started licking and fingering her to a hot thigh exploding orgasm.

After Debbie came twice she moved Richard to his back and positioned his cock at the opening to her pussy. Grabbing his hands she started riding him to another orgasm. After going at it harder, Richard moaned loud and came.

He looked over at his wife next to him. She was on her hands and knees with Larry sliding his cock in her pussy doggie style. they were meeting thrust for stroke. Larry was holding Linda’s large hips and going faster and faster. He met Linda’s strokes a couple of more times, moaned, came and leaned back to realx.

Mark and Kim were relaxing near the couch. they were both drenched in love juices and sweat.

As Bill and Terri finished, they all relaxed and had another drink. After a little samll talk, they all decided to help Mark and Terri clean up from the party.

The ladies cleaned up the kitchen and the men cleaned up the living room and den. with most of the kitchen finished, Linda set down her towel and sat at the table just off the kitchen.

Terri walked behind Debbie at the sink and put her arms around her. Reaching under her t-shirt she caressed her right breast. Terri moved Debbies red hair and suck her neck. A tingle went through Debbie; she turned around and kissed Terri.

Pulling up Debbie’s shirt, Terri caressed and sucked both her perky tits. They were rubbing and touching each other. Terri reached a hand inside Debbie’s shorts and felt her moist pussy. Debbie moaned and came. Terri moved her hand sensously and Debbie came again.

Debbie wanted to touch Terri also. She reached into Terri’s shorts, feeling her bald pussy excited her even more. with a hand moving around the folds of Terri’s Pussy, Debbies turned to kiss her. As they kissed, Terri started coming.

The guys returned from taking some garbage outside just as the girls were finishing.

Larry looked at his wife and said,

“I hate to leave, but we have a baby sitter at home and have to go.”

Debbie seemed disappointed, but she knew Larry was right. they said good bye and left.

Bill and Kim also had to leave. Richard was thinking about leaving also, when Mark offered them the spare bedroom.

They all went up stairs, after showing Richard and Linda the spare bedroom, they stopped at their room. Mark put a hand on Linda’s broad shoulders and asked,

“What do you say we try something new on the king size bed?”

Going into the large bedroom, Linda took off her shirt and shorts. Terri and Richard followed. Positioning Linda on the bed, Mark started licking her pussy. At the foot of the bed Terri started sucking Richard’s cock. They went into a sixty nine. Moaning in ecstasy, Linda enjoyed Mark’s tongue. After cumming a couple of times, Linda rolled over to take Mark doggie style. He got on his knees and slid his cock in her wet pussy.

Linda turned to watch Richard and Terri as they moved into postion, Terri on her back with Richard on top. Richard and Terri came at the same time. stopping to relax, they just sat there.

Meeting every thrusts, Linda came. She started to relax, then Mark moaned then came.

Linda and Richard moved to the spare bedroom. they made hot passionate love, then fell asleep. In the morning they had breakfast and some small talk. By ten thirty Richard and Linda left. They made plans for another party soon.

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Fun at the Shoestore https://aygir.org/fun-at-the-shoestore.html https://aygir.org/fun-at-the-shoestore.html#respond Wed, 27 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://aygir.org/fun-at-the-shoestore.html

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Working at a full service high end shoe store in the mall during the week can be a lesson in loneliness. It gets so slow during the day, hours seem like days, and it seems like forever until you get to go home.

Having a foot fetish, I thought I could do two things at once; make money, and get my fill of woman’s feet. Summer is the best time of the year because just about everyone is in open shoes and flip flops, showing off their pedicures, but more important, their gorgeous feet, succulent toes, high arches, and smooth heels. Just seeing some of them make my cock throb. Not all of them, but those certain ones from women that you can see are well taken care of; smooth skin, well dressed, with freshly manicured nails, and feet that to me, have been so neglected that it should be against the law.

I can usually tell a lot about a woman’s feet by, believe it or not, looking at their hands. Most of the time, I’m usually in the ballpark…

Then there was this one woman…

During one particularly slow day, a woman that I would say was in her early sixties came into the store wearing a jogging suit, looking for a new pair of sneakers. You could see, despite her age, that she was in really good shape and took good care of herself.

Of course, my first thought when I’m assisting a woman I find attractive is how I can’t wait to have those feet in my hands! So I make sure my tie was straight, and casually asked her if there was anything she wanted to try on, and she replied “not yet, but if I do, I’ll be sure to let you know.” Feeling like I wasn’t going to see those feet of hers, I started to turn to walk back to the counter when she said “On second thought, I’d like to see a pair of these in size Escort Bayan Antep six, please.” Hearing that, I proceeded to run, err, walk to the back of the store to retrieve the sneakers she wanted to try on. When I came out with them (thanking the powers that be that we had her size in stock!) I asked her to have a seat, and I would assist her trying them on.

I went and got an ottoman for her to rest her calves on, allowing her feet to hang off the edge of the ottoman, I then proceeded to unlace her left sneaker. After it was sufficiently loose, I slipped her sneaker off. What I saw was a silhouette of the most perfect foot I have ever seen. It was a good thing I was sitting, because seeing that perfectly formed foot went from my eyes, and traveled down my spine and landed right on the head of my cock, making it throb.

Thinking quickly, I suggested she try these sneakers on with new socks, as the ones she was wearing were moist with sweat. She agreed. Doing my best to disguise the bulge that was developing in my trousers, I went to the rack to get her a pair of footy socks, then taking my index finger, I slipped it into her sweaty sock, making sure I ran the tip of my finger over the sole of her foot, starting at her heel, and running my finger up to her toes, which resulted in her sock coming off her foot, and onto my index finger.

As her sock came off, she reacted to my finger rubbing her sole by spreading her toes, which made my cock jump. At this point, I’m hoping she doesn’t need anything that would require me walking anywhere, as my cock was just about fully erect.

After removing her right sneaker, I removed her other sock the same way I did the first, and got the same reaction of her spreading her toes. This time though, when she spread them, I noticed her hips moved a little, and I heard her make a noise which sounded to me like a stifled moan. I asked her if she was ok, as she seemed somewhat flustered. She looked at me, and you could see in her eyes that she liked what I did, so I asked her if I should do it again, and she instantly replied a very seductive “yes!” This time I did both of them together, and the toes on both of her feet spread wider, and she let out a moan.

At this point, it was easy to see that my full on erection and her reaction to what I did made it clear to each of us that we both were approving what was happening. With that, she asked “is there someplace we can go to explore this further?” She didn’t have to ask me twice. I limped over to the front door, and locked it. There wasn’t time to put a sign up, so I took her hand and we both disappeared into the back of the store.

The second the curtain closed from being walked through, she was grabbing at my crotch, cupping her soft, palm around my hardness. She proceeded to drop to her knees, and loosened my belt, and in one motion, pulled my trousers and underwear to my ankles, making my now pulsating cock to spring out to attention, with its head just inches from her face.

Without saying a word, she looked up at me. I could feel her hot breath on my cock, then without warning she eagerly stuffed my throbbing cock into her hungry mouth and started sucking.

My first thought (aside from ecstasy) was not only was she deep throating my cock to my balls, but I have a perfect view of her sexy soles, which drove me even crazier.

Not being able to take it any longer, I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and with one swipe of my hand cleared everything off the desk, and I told her to lay down on the desk, then it was my turn to pull her sweat pants and thong off in one motion. Sensing where this was going, she spread her legs as far as she could and reached down and spread her pussy lips open, and said those three words I wanted to hear: “Eat my pussy!” I pulled her to the edge of the desk, still spread open, and I pushed my tongue deep into her wet pussy. My tongue danced on her erect clitoris which made her hips rise to meet my tongue as she came right on my tongue. I lapped up all the sweet nectar her pussy squirted, then told her to turn over and to hang her feet off the end of the desk.

It was my turn with those feet! I went to my knees and proceeded to run my tongue all over her soles, in-between her spread toes, and lapped her soles which made her cum again. I then put her feet together, soles up, and put my throbbing cock on her soles, pumping my cock across her hot soles. She could see that my excitement was building, so she looked back at me and moaned to me “I want you to shoot your cum all over my feet!” With that, I took my hard cock in my hand and started to stroke it. I kept stroking it until my excitement could no longer be contained which led me to ejaculate my hot cum all over her feet and soles as I screamed in ecstasy. When I was finished her feet were covered with my seed. Then without saying anything, she put her socks on, right over all my cum, then put her thong and sweat pants back on, then her sneakers.

She gave me a long, deep kiss, and told me that she would be back to try on other shoes. I pulled my trousers up, walked her to the front of the store, unlocked the door, and she stepped out and went down the hallway.

I can’t wait until next time!

*FIN*

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House Cleaner Teaches Father Dale https://aygir.org/house-cleaner-teaches-father-dale.html https://aygir.org/house-cleaner-teaches-father-dale.html#respond Wed, 27 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://aygir.org/house-cleaner-teaches-father-dale.html

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I clean and cook for a couple of Priests here in our small community.

Father Dale is a very handsome man, 45, & a little over 6 feet. He is a little over weight (my fault I guess hehe). Father Dale has the most Beautiful blue eyes a woman could ever lay eyes on. Just looking at him draws you into him. I often wondered why he ever became a priest.

The other day I had to work later than usual .I was upstairs cleaning out the washroom when I heard some muffled noises coming from Father Dale’s room. I slowly and quietly walked toward his room. The door was not completely shut. I peeked in to see if he was all right, .WOW was he ever all right! I saw the most beautiful cock ever!! At least 9 inches long and at least 2 or 3 inches wide. I watched for a bit because that was always a question in my mind as to what a Priest did when of if he got horney.

Father Dale had the small TV on was watching something on it. I peeked in further careful not to make any noise. It was a very, very old porn. It really didn’t show anything like we can see today, just very suggestive. It showed tits bouncing but no penetration.

Father Dale was standing at the mirror with his cock sticking out of the zipper with his pant still done up. What a beautiful site. Obviously, he thought so too. He was smiling and stroking his cock and balls. He lifted his cock to stroke his balls. Bayan Escort Antep Then I noticed they didn’t have any hair on them, or around his cock!!He shaved all the pub hair off. I thought I would cum right there. I could feel the wetness between my legs. I was so turned on by this sight! He stroked his cock and watched the video. The he reached into his beside drawer and pulled out some baby oil, poured some into his hand and stroked slowly. Oh, how I wanted to interrupt him, but I didn’t and watched as his strokes got faster and his breathing harder. Then he exploded all over his hand, & across the room. I though those jets of cum would never stop. He was very please with his load as he smile with approval as to how far he had shot his load. I quickly went to the bottom of the stairs and yelled that I was leaving. Father Dale yelled back “K –Liz, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As I drove home I thought of an xxx video I had .It was the best porn I had seen in a long time. I had a wicked thought. Tomorrow I would replace the video and watch from a distance again another night. I was so horney I fingered myself as I drove home. When I got home, I used my portable friend and thought about Father Dales cock. I fucking came so hard .I knew it was a nasty thought but I just had to have that cock in me.

The next day I replace the video he had with the one I brought from home .I didn’t touch his room that day as I didn’t want him to catch on who did it quiet yet. I am what people call voluptuous. I catch Father Dale a couple of time peek around a corner to watch me. So, I lowered the front of my top to expose more cleavage. I gave him a little show. I stayed in a bent over position so he could see my tits sway. I pretended I didn’t see him and stood up after I figured his cock was hard. “Oh, father Dale, I didn’t hear you come in. would you like a coffee or tea?” I thought to myself or me?? and smiled. I casually looked at his crotch as I walked towards him. He was soooooooooooo hard. His cock bulged thru his pants making an obvious outline of his cock.

I pretended not to see it.

“Ummmm, coffee would be great.”

Liz thought to herself tonight has top be the night. I can’t go on any longer. I have to see what he does. She gave him his coffee and sat with him to have one herself. This was not out of the ordinary at all. She kept her tank top where was not even trying to adjust it. Father Dale liked this very much. He didn’t even ask her to adjust her top. He could see a bit of her areole. He thought he was being discrete but he was staring and I loved every min of it.

After supper Father Dale went upstairs. I yelled that I was leaving and pretended to leave. I quietly snuck upstairs and watched from my secret hiding place.

Father was already watching the videotape. He was sitting glued to the TV and his cock & balls were sticking out of his pants like before. I loved that, it looked so sexy. His hands were not touching his cock this time. He just sat with his hands behind him holding up his body .His cock stood right up .I wanted to burst in and suck it right there but I decided to finger myself as I watched him. He took out a half blown up balloon and imitated the man licking the woman’s nipple. Then it dawned on me.. He is probably a virgin. Holy Fuck!! (No pun intended). He kept rewinding it and watched himself in the mirror to see if he was getting it right. Looked pretty good to me. My tits were aching for his mouth.

He let the tape continue to run when he was satisfied with the balloon. He watched as the man licked his way down to her wet cunt. It was bald. Father Dale was mesmerized with the licking of this wet bald cunt. Precum was oozing from his cock .He flicked his tongue with the guy in the video. Then watched himself in the mirror again. Hmmmmmmmmmm. Interesting.

He fast forward to the place where the man fucked the lady doggy style. Father Dale got on his bed on his hands and knees and grabbed a balloon that was not inflated very much. He forced it over his cock with two hands and fucked the balloon with the same timing as the guy in the video. He had obviously practiced this a lot cos he was very good at it plus he held back until they came together.

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