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I’ve written a couple stories on here, and met quite a few people on-line. Some of the most interesting stories and conversations are about real life experiences. I have decided to tell about a few of my own. Of course the names are changed to protect the guilty, but the story is true about how I lost my virginity.

I was raised as a good Catholic boy. I actually went to an all boys Catholic High School and of course was taught all the horrible consequences of things like masturbation and goodness forbid pre-marital sex. Thanks to that early education, I can now be counted among the many cheating, sex craved men in this world. So, it wasn’t until I was 18, about and leave for college that I finally lost my virginity.

All through my childhood, I had enjoyed sailing, it was an activity I enjoyed with the family and we were members of a local “yacht club”. I had graduated from being in a sailing camp-type program to teaching at one in a neighboring harbor. One weekday evening, my hometown yacht club was hosting a party associated with a local junior regatta. In the early 80’s where I grew up, legal drinking age was 18, and it wasn’t thought of as a horrible breach of morals to let the sailing instructors drink alcohol while the junior sailors had a dance. By around 10:00 it was time for the dance to end and the juniors to get to bed. One of the instructors at my parents yacht club had had a few too many and was in no shape to drive home. B. was a few years older, 21 at the time, which to 18 year old about to head off to college seemed like an eternity of years. She had also been my sailing instructor for a few years previously. My gracious parents offered to put her up in our house for the night. As luck would have it, she was offered my room and I was going to sleep on the pull out couch in the basement.

Before going to bed, I took a walk into the back yard and noticed that B. was standing out on the porch off my room. We chatted from ground level and I climbed up the side of the house so we could chat on the porch itself. After a few minutes of idle chitchat, I decided this was my big chance … as any awkward teen-ager might bahis firmaları do, I put an arm around her and we began to kiss. Twenty years later, I can’t say that I remember the kiss, but I sure remember the rest of the evening.

After some grouping in the night air, we slipped into my room. Just inside the door, I continued kissing B. and groping at her breasts. B. was one of those women who really had breasts that were too big. Not a skinny woman, but in decent shape, her breasts must have been EE or some outrageous size. Previously, I had dated nice girls from the Catholic girls school and of course they were all practically flat chested. I had also never done more than get a hand under a shirt for a feel, and hand under a skirt for a feel down there. My knowledge of sex was what I had learned from reading issues of penthouse forum and a copy of some classic erotic novels.

After fumbling with B.s bra, I finally had her breasts out in the open, I was sucking on them like a baby and B started to moan. At the same time, I had a hand down her shorts and I was trying to get those off. She helped me out and I soon had a finger up inside her. We were still standing, with me awkwardly bent over sucking a breast with a hand in her pussy. B. pulled me over to the bed and I quickly pulled my tee shirt and shorts off my body. It’s hard to believe I dodn’t cum just doing this much, but I had managed to hold off.

I wanted to try everything at once, so the first thing I did after kissing again for a while was to spin around and go down on B in a 69. B. I do remember the smell and taste of it … I’m sure B hadn’t planned for me, she had spent a day on the water likely sweating and getting a bit “stale” between the legs. I didn’t really know better, but I do remember how pungent the odor was. She had a full bush of hair, and I was running my tongue trough it tasting pussy for the first time. B. hardly had my cock in her mouth before instinct took over there. I began trusting my hips into her and after two strokes realized I was about to cum. I quickly pulled out. I don’t remember if I thought I was being nice pulling out of her mouth so as not kaçak iddaa to cum on her, or if I was too interested in putting it in her and didn’t want to cum so quickly. Either way, I spun myself around and got between her legs.

I remember quite clearly how I slipped right into her. Definitely beginners luck, because I often to this day have a tougher time finding the right spot, the right angle, etc. It’s no surprise to me now that after two stroked inside her pussy I was ready to cum again. I wasn’t smart enough to ask if I could cum inside her and I wasn’t wearing a condom (this was before aids, and I wasn’t aware of the Herpes threat) so I pulled out and came on her belly. At that point, I knew she hadn’t cum, and I was determined to be a half decent lover, even if I had just had a premature ejaculation. So, I went down on her again, almost immediately.

At this point, her musk was a lot lighter than it had been the first time, and I discovered what many others know. 69 isn’t all that great a position for oral sex. In this position, I had a better idea of what was where, and I could move around a lot more freely. I started to eat her out as best I could. I didn’t dive in and try and bury my tongue in her pussy, I was sort of hesitant and just licked up and down on the outside. In hindsight, I probably came across as a great pussy eater since I’m pretty sure I was ticking her clit on the upstrokes. B. was moaning and enjoying the attention I was giving her. She reached down, grabed my hand that was at her side and started to grip me. I’m sure she came at that point, and I was SO damn proud of myself.

After B.s muscles relaxed, she pulled me up next to her again. We kissed and giggled, there was still a lot of awkwardness. I was paranoid that my parents might hear something. I tried to get out of bed, but B. told me to stay for a minute.

We kissed some more and she reached down to my cock, it was still hard, and she let out a Mmmmmm sound as she pulled me on top of her again. This time, she placed my cock where it had to be and wrapped her legs around my back. She told me to just hold still and she started to grind against kaçak bahis me. I remember trying to “pump” and she kept saying no, just hold still. I am not very big, 6″ or so and I started wondering what was happening, she wasn’t letting me “fuck” her like I thought it was supposed to be done, and thought that was because I was too small and she thought I would fall out. Of course I know realize, she was enjoying grinding her clit against me while I was deep inside, something that can be a lot more pleasurable than the “in and out” especially if it was making me last a little longer. I case you thought this was turning into a geek becomes sexual dynamo story, rest assured, it didn’t happen that way.

As soon as B started to get more into it and build the pace of her grinding, I was about to cum again. She knew what was happening, and I tried to pull out, but B. said, “it’s okay, I’m on the pill”. Seconds later, I came inside her. She was still doing a slow grind on me and moaning softly … kissing me telling me that felt great. Once again, fear kicked in. I was paranoid my parents would hear something, and go looking for me.

What a dumb shit I was, I’m sure B. would have enjoyed fucking well into the night, and at 18, I could have easily cum many, many times. For years afterward, I thought I had never given away my virginity, in hindsight, I’m sure she knew, and if she didn’t know I was a virgin, she sure knew I was new to it!

Just in case you STILL think this is a geek turned stud story, I did what any 18 year old would do in this situation. I ran the other way in the morning. Despite being on cloud nine all day, I didn’t know what to do about B. After all, I had had sex with her, that probably meant I should marry her! So, I avoided her like the plague. She even asked me out to a movie later that week, and I declined “I’m kind of seeing someone” I lied. Instead of finishing the summer with sex at every opportunity, I went back to my shy ways and fumbled around with awkward girls my age.

In college, the situation was just as bad, I wasn’t a virgin, but for some reason, I still thought “good girls don’t” and managed to go out with the women that didn’t for close to a year! Eventually, I did find a few “bad girls” but got serious about one way too early, and now she is my wife, but I’ll have to leave all that for another story.

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**This chapter comes directly after Ben Loves a Challenge ch 14. While there is no sex in this one, I promise it’s coming soon.

It’s not necessary to read Ben Loves a Challenge first, this story will still make sense, but I feel like it’s better all together. Either way, I hope you enjoy.

-Penny****

Carlin’s words haunted D’metrius for the rest of the week, and he felt all of the emotions. He was distracted at work, irritable and angsty. Christmas came and went with barely a thought, not that he celebrated anyway. And for the first time since he’d started dressing in drag, he was nervous about becoming Zion.

It was bad enough that he skipped his weekly friday night hook up, which he hadn’t done in a very, very long time. His recent encounters, especially with Topher the week before, his emotional state since Carlin came out, and called him out, just, everything was wrong. It felt like D’metrius was toxic, and if he dressed in drag right now he’d somehow contaminate Zion, too.

He couldn’t risk contaminating Zion. He knew it sounded dumb, and dramatic, but until he kicked his funk he had to keep Zion locked up, safe and secure.

Which meant he had exactly four days to figure it out before the New Year’s Eve drag show.

He’d been headed through the courtyard of his apartment building, on his way to Jimmy’s house to practice their act for the show when he realized he’d forgotten the duct tape and their matching corsets, which had just come in the mail.

He ran back to get them, shoving them into a reusable shopping bag, then rushed back out into the courtyard. Just as he reached the steps, ready to vault down them two at a time, he nearly collided into the last person he wanted to see just then.

His toxic emotions pushed him past a point that he couldn’t stop himself from snapping at Carlin. “You’ve ruined everything,” he growled, stomping down the steps. Carlin’s hands were full, two bags of groceries in his arms, and his backpack on his back.

Carlin looked surprised, which was actually pretty satisfying when he usually looked so calm. So cool. Carlin blinked at him, halting in his tracks as D’metrius stormed into his personal space. “D’metrius?”

It was a mistake, because Carlin smelled good enough to stun him for a second. He blinked, then retreated back up the steps just to be away from his smell. “I can’t, you’ve, you, it’s all your fault!” he stammered. He hadn’t exactly been prepared to confront Carlin, he had no idea what to say next.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Carlin asked, shifting bags around in his arms when he reached the top of the steps. “Why don’t you come over, I can put this stuff down and you can tell me what’s wrong.”

How had he already recovered? How was he also so calm! It pissed him off to no end. “Nevermind, forget it,” he barked, stepping around Carlin. “Just, whatever.”

“D’metrius,” Carlin said in that calm yet demanding voice. “Come back here and talk to me. Going out like this isn’t going to help anything.”

“You don’t know me! I’ll go out however I want. And, this’s all your fault, anyway,” he snapped, turning back around. “It’s all ruined, everything. I’m all, I just, it’s all-” He stopped talking when he saw the little girl who did the flowers upstairs leaning over the banister, watching them both. She ducked when she saw that he saw her.

“D, please,” Carlin said. “Come to my place. These bags are heavy, and we can talk it over.”

“I’ve got nothing to say to you,” D’metrius growled. “And don’t call me D.”

Carlin sighed. “Fine, you know where to find me, if you change your mind. Bye, D’metrius. See you later, little lady,” he said, nodding up to the girl on the banister.

“Bye, Mr. Bishop,” the girl squeaked from above. “Mr. Pretty Lady, you should be nicer to Mr. Bishop, he’s very nice.”

Carlin snorted, then hid his laugh. “Mr. Pretty Lady?” D’metrius said, blinking at the girl, the wind gone from his sails. “Why’d she call me Mr. Pretty Lady but you Mr. Bishop?”

Carlin sniffed a laugh as the girl ran away. D’metrius looked at Carlin, who was biting his lower lip to keep from laughing more. He shrugged when he noticed him looking. “I mean, Bishop is my last name. And, she’s not wrong. You’re very pretty when you’re Zion.”

D’metrius scowled, then turned away from Carlin and stormed down the steps. Jimmy was waiting for him at the street in his beat-up junker.

Just as Carlin predicted he just couldn’t get himself together, and the night was shot earlier than it should’ve been. He couldn’t focus, couldn’t do makeup for shit, couldn’t seem to get his pitch right, and he’d broken one of Zion’s favorite pairs of stilettos. His left arm still throbbed where he’d banged it up to save his face from a table as he flailed. To add insult to injury, now Jimmy was mad at him, too.

Neither of them talked as Jimmy drove him home, both of them in sour moods for different reasons stemming from the same issue.

D’metrius paused before climbing out of the idling car outside his apartment building. Jimmy bahis firmaları looked up at him and the pissy look in his eyes just made D’metrius feel even worse.

“Lover, if you don’t get your shit together, the show’s gonna go up in flames and you can kiss our crowns goodbye. And, I think it goes without saying, but there is no way I’m losing my title to Stella Stelagtits. Get your shit together and shove it in your uptight backpack already.”

“Get off my back, Jimmy, I just had an off night. If you want the crown so much, why don’t you just do it without me.”

“Do it without you?” Jimmy’s scowl deepened. “That’s not what Zion would say.”

“Well, I’m not Zion right now, and it’s what I’m saying,” D’metrius snapped. He slammed the car door and stomped to the building.

“You need to figure out whatever crawled up your ass and died and dig it out by New Year’s Eve, Metri,” Jimmy called after him.

He didn’t turn around, just raised a middle finger high above his head and held it there until he needed it to unlock the door. There was nothing to figure out, he knew exactly what had crawled up his ass. He climbed up the stairs, half afraid and half wanting Carlin to be reading at the table, but he wasn’t tonight. He refused to acknowledge the disappointment that bubbled up in his gut as he crossed the softly lit courtyard and headed to his apartment.

It was late and the building was mostly quiet. He heard the landlady’s TV when he passed her door, something with canned laughter, it faded as he moved down the hall. He unlocked his door and took his coat and shoes off, then stood in the doorway.

Dread settled in his stomach as he saw Zion’s touch in every aspect of his apartment. Pictures of Zion and Bambi, Jimmy’s drag persona, at pageants and drag shows on the walls. The open closet, full of dresses and corsets and silky undergarments, an entire wall rack full of shoes in every color of the rainbow. His dressing table surrounded by the rainbow of wigs Zion used to coordinate with his every outfit.

It took physical willpower and a slow count to five to get him inside.

Once inside, he couldn’t bear to touch any of Zion’s things, afraid that the slightest touch would begin the slow contamination of everything that made up his other life. It made it difficult to weave through his apartment until he made it to his bedroom.

He showered and changed into sweats, but Zion’s touch was heavy in his bedroom and bathroom, too, of course. Every spare space was covered with more makeup tools and cleansers and lotions than he cared to admit he owned right now. He skipped his normal routine of moisturizing and skin care that had become second nature to him, feeling guilty for not doing it, but also too afraid to do it, too.

It made him uncomfortable, but not for the reason he’d been expecting. He couldn’t escape Zion’s presence, Zion’s personality, and he didn’t feel like he deserved to be around Zion’s things as he was. It usually felt liberating, turning into Zion was often what got him through the day. Today everything relating to Zion was smothering, and he didn’t like it at all.

His chest grew tight and he had to close his eyes and focus on his breathing for over a minute before it stopped feeling like something was sitting on his chest. It was suddenly too much, and he couldn’t bear to be there for another minute or he knew he’d contaminate Zion past redemption. It wasn’t rational, and he couldn’t explain why he felt that way, but he did. He backed out of his apartment and closed the door behind him.

He instantly realized he was barefoot, but he couldn’t go back, not right now, not even for shoes.

The smooth, worn wooden floor was dusty under his feet as he walked to the courtyard. Without thinking about it too much he threw himself down on the worn leather couch, staring up at the soft, dirty chandelier, and above that, the night-dark sunroof. He sighed and closed his eyes. He was up again before he could stop himself, full of nervous, stress-filled energy he couldn’t control. He paced the courtyard for a moment, then decided to just go to bed.

His gut clenched when he got back to the door to his apartment with the sudden realization that he’d locked himself out. He tried the handle anyway, confirming that Zion was appropriately locked in, safe from his corruption. He sighed again, then rested his head on his door, eyes shut tight.

He headed towards the landlady’s apartment, but hesitated in the middle of the hallway. Ms. Stewart was maybe still up, and would unlock his door for him if she was, he just had to get there. The problem was, the apartment to his left stopped him like a physical barrier. He forced himself to pass it, but just a horror movie he found himself quickly turned around again, stopped in front of it.

What was it about Carlin that messed him up so much? He knocked.

What was he doing? Standing in the hallway barefoot, knocking on the man who drove him crazy’s apartment door after midnight on a Sunday night? He turned away, but not before the door kaçak iddaa hinges squeaked open.

“D’metrius?”

“Oh, ah, sorry. Nevermind,” he dismissed, back still to Carlin. “Wrong door.”

Carlin snorted. “Sure, sure.” He didn’t move, couldn’t move. “Well, good night, then,” he said.

D’metrius swallowed hard, then pirouetted around quickly. “Wait!”

Carlin’s door was almost closed, but he stopped, pulling it just open enough for his head to peek through. “What’s up?”

D’metrius looked down at the pale, worn wood floor. “Oh. Um. I, ah. Um, locked myself out. Of my apartment,” he said, feeling beyond stupid.

“I’m sure Mary probably has a spare, she could let you in.”

“I, ah, nevermind. I mean, she’s prolly sleeping, it’s after midnight.” He looked at Carlin, meeting his eyes for a brief second before quickly turning away. His hair was sticking out of his man bun in a sexy-messy way, and D’metrius realized he might have woken Carlin up. “Sorry, I woke you up, too, didn’t I? Sorry, man, sorry.” He took a step back.

“You didn’t.” Carlin looked down. “You locked yourself out without even shoes?”

“It’s been a bad night,” he growled, suddenly angry with Carlin for no singular reason in particular.

“I can tell.” He didn’t say anything else, and neither did D’metrius. A tense moment passed.

“I should go,” D’metrius said when he couldn’t stand the silence any longer.

“Wanna come in?” Carlin asked at the same time.

D’metrius flushed, at first angry, but that deflated quickly into resignation. “If you don’t mind,” he replied, feeling sheepish.

Carlin pulled the door open and ushered him inside. D’metrius’s unit was a one bedroom with an open floor plan, hence how Zion dominated his living space, where as Carlin had a much larger apartment with a separate room for his dining and kitchen area. D’metrius stepped inside feeling like a child as he scanned Carlin’s home.

It felt like Carlin, and as dumb as it sounded, it was true. The room was filled with warmth, deep red and beige walls finished with beautiful cherry wood bookshelves, soft, overstuffed couches, and a coffee table that matched the bookshelves. The walls were adorned with abstract art that matched the room, and also a large TV.

D’metrius had never seen an apartment so tidy. Carlin shut the door behind him and he jumped. “I just realized you’ve never been here,” Carlin noted. “Make yourself at home. You’re welcome to sleep here tonight until Mary’s up for the morning, if you’d like.”

“Sleep with you?” he squeaked.

Carlin smirked at him. “I figured you might want the couch, actually. Not saying my bed isn’t available, just figured you’d feel much more comfortable on the latter. Believe what you’d like, but my intentions are pure.”

D’metrius scowled, crossing his arms over his chest. “I didn’t, I mean, whatever, man.”

Carlin snorted. “Would you want a drink or something?” Carlin asked, then turned away from him and moved to the kitchen area.

“Yeah, sure,” he agreed. Carlin returned with two glasses and an amber bottle of liquid with the label covered by his hand. Carlin opened the bottle and poured about two fingers or so of the amber liquid into the glasses before handing one to D’metrius.

He took it, careful to avoid touching Carlin’s fingers. The older man didn’t notice, or if he did, he didn’t pay it any attention. D’metrius sat down on the oversized armchair to the left of the couch he assumed he’d be sleeping on tonight.

At least it was comfortable, though he wasn’t sure he’d be able to sleep at all so close to Carlin. Was it possible to relax when surrounded by Carlin on all sides? Not likely.

He sniffed the liquid in the glass. Whiskey of some sort.

“What?” Carlin asked, sipping from his own identical glass.

“What’dya mean what?”

“You chuckled. Just wondering what made you chuckle.”

“I didn’t chuckle,” he said with a sniff.

Carlin snorted. “If you insist.”

A quiet second ticked by. “Just, it was pretty expected. I mean, for you to be a whiskey guy.”

Carlin raised an eyebrow. “Why’s that?”

“Um, well, just,” he said, flustered that he’d even said anything at all. “Just, you look like you could be a model for a whiskey advert, that’s all.”

Carlin sipped again, then shrugged with half a shoulder. “I dunno about that.”

More silence. D’metrius went to sip his whiskey, but was so nervous he ended up downing it like an oversized shot. It burned on it’s way down and sat in his stomach like angry shrapnel.

“Woah, slow down. That’s sipping whiskey, not shooting whiskey,” Carlin said, looking both amused and concerned at the same time.

D’metrius just bit his lip and held the now-empty glass between his legs, staring down into it so he didn’t have to look at Carlin. “I’m fine.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Carlin agreed with a chuckle. “Good thing you’re not going home tonight.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It was a joke!” Carlin exclaimed. “Like, you’re not driving, I mean, kaçak bahis I wasn’t…” He sighed, then ran his free hand over his messy, tied back hair. “I can go back to my room and shut the door, if it would help. I wasn’t trying, like, I just wanted to hang out for a minute or something.”

“Hang out?” D’metrius blinked twice, then laughed. “You’re around your students too much, it’s rubbing off on you.” He looked up, enjoying the flustered look on Carlin’s face until he hid it again. D’metrius smirked. “Why do you even like me? I’m way outta your league.”

“Outta… What?!” Carlin frowned. “I’m not that bad,” he grumped, looking offended.

“What? I never said you were.”

Carlin sipped again before he met D’metrius’s eyes. “You said I’m outta your league.”

D’metrius’s stomach fluttered. “You are. I’m not even close.”

“You’re not… I don’t understand,” Carlin muttered. “I mean, I know I’m not into your scene, but I take care of myself and-“

D’metrius was feeling lighter, more relaxed, and more than a little buzzed. When had he eaten last? “Seriously? Carlin, you’re a trip.”

Carlin looked surprised, then hid it with another sip. How did he still have so much left? It looked like his glass was still as full as when he’d poured it. D’metirus looked down at his own glass with nothing but the faintest wheat-colored puddle at the bottom.

“You’re the one who’s outta my league was what I meant,” D’metrius clarified, finding it easier to talk to Carlin after downing hundred-proof liquor. He held out his cup, wordlessly asking for more. “Like, you can do much better than me.”

Carlin eyed it suspiciously, but he still picked up the bottle and uncorked it. “You sure you want more?”

“I can handle myself,” he snapped. Carlin shrugged and poured more sharp smelling liquid in his glass, but it was significantly less than the first time. He downed it all like another shot, knowing he’d regret this later but not emotionally under control enough to care or stop himself right now.

“How so?” Carlin asked, and he knew he was being baited, but it didn’t piss him off like it normally would. “Why do you think I’m out of your league?”

“Hmm,” he said slowly, drawing out the feeling of temporary superiority the conversation was giving him. “Well, you have a good job, you’re smart, and good with kids. You look super dignified-“

“Dignified?” Carlin cut in.

He snorted. “Yes, dignified.”

“With a man-bun and premature greying hair?”

“Oh yes,” D’metrius agreed. “You’re very hot.” Why had he said that? Carlin’s eyes darted down and he turned a pale pink just over the top of his beard. Carlin’s reaction melted his regret instantly, egged him on. Or maybe it was the alcohol. It didn’t matter which it was as his mouth kept on spilling his secrets. “You are, you know. Like I said, you could be a whiskey model.”

“Not true,” Carlin corrected, seeming to recover slightly. “I’m old, and-“

D’metrius snorted. “You don’t think I know how to spot a beautiful man?” He no longer wanted to control his mouth, not when his words made Carlin make all these adorable little reactions. His head felt light, and his heart did, too. It was a welcome surprise.

“I never said that,” Carlin noted, sipping again. D’metrius noticed his drink was finally a little lower. “I said I’m old. You said so yourself.”

“I was being mean,” he agreed. “But you are pretty easy on the eyes.” He smiled with half his face, watching for Carlin’s reaction.

Carlin scraped his teeth over his bottom lip as he thought about his response. “So, like, drag Queen beautiful? Would you wanna see me in drag?”

D’metrius rolled his eyes and sniffed. “As if. You’d make a terrible Queen Carlin. You’re a beautiful man, beautiful as a man. Not all of us are that lucky. I’m not normally into older guys, but you’re really stunning. Handsome-style beautiful, not Queen-style.”

“You don’t think you’re beautiful?” Carlin asked, too perceptive for his liking.

D’metrius frowned. “Zion is the beautiful one.” His good mood soured.

Carlin sighed. “You are Zion, dingus.”

He snorted. “Like I said, you’re around high schoolers too much. It’s rubbing off on you.”

“I’m not joking,” Carlin said. “You’re beautiful.”

“Zion is beautiful,” D’metrius corrected. “I’m boring.”

“You are Zion! You’re beautiful!” Carlin growled. “You are Zion. Zion is beautiful, and since you’re the same person, D’metrius is, too!”

Carlin’s outburst startled him enough to suck his good feelings away faster than a Dyson. He turned away and put the glass on the floor before pulling his knees up to his chest. “I’m boring, Kermit, that’s why Zion, I mean, right?”

Carlin sighed. “Back to the name calling, eh?”

“I have no idea what you’re referring to, Carlito.”

He didn’t have to look to know Carlin was rolling his eyes. A quiet moment passed before Carlin spoke again. “Of course not. So, why would you say I’m beautiful when you aren’t attracted to me?”

More bait. He turned back to Carlin and instantly regretted it when he was trapped by piercing steely eyes. “I didn’t say I wasn’t, uh, like, you’re attractive. Of course you’re, like, your eyes, your face, your body. You’re just… Who wouldn’t find you attractive?”

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There is a pause, and then the dialling tone begins, distant and tinny. Your voice answers, cautious.

“Who is this?”

“I think you know,” I reply.

You chuckle. I love the way you laugh, that rich deep womanly voice of yours.

I ask if you are alone.

“Yes,” you reply. “He is out in the garden, doing some jobs. I have a little time.”

I ask if you are wearing the clothes I asked you to put on for me.

“Yes. Black stockings, suspenders, frilly black knickers, and the lacy bra. Nothing else.”

“The clothes from yesterday’s photographs?”

“That’s right. I hope you liked them?”

“God yes, I was stiff within seconds, looking at those pictures. You make me so darned horny.”

I can hear your breathing down the phone, tense with excitement. There is a slight catch in your voice, nerves perhaps.

You ask where I am.

“In the office in London . Everyone else has left. I’m on my own, more or less. If anyone walks past they will think I’m doing some paperwork, some late-night research on an upcoming legal case. What time is it there?”

You tell me that it is early afternoon in Pennsylvania . The time gap is about six hours.

I am trying to picture you, in your upstairs bedroom of your large family house, alone, husband outside, mowing the lawn or cutting back some shrubs. It’s dark and cold here in England. It must still be bright and sunny where you are.

I ask you to look in the mirror and tell me what you can see.

There is a pause; and then your now familiar American drawl.

“I see a woman, dressed up in black underwear. Her long dark hair tied up. Fresh red lipstick on. She looks like a real slut.” You laugh. “She looks like someone who is about to get a good, thorough fucking. She’s good-looking, maybe a bit on the large side, maybe a bit old.”

No, no, I say. 43 is not old. Older than me, for sure; but not old. And no, no, my slut is not too large. You are curvy, for sure, with delicious curves in all the right places. You are just right.

“Ha! Such an English charmer…you know how to say all the right things,” you murmur down the phone. “What are you wearing?”

A sharp-cut black suit, I say. Crisp white shirt, black tie, black shoes. And beneath it, black Calvin Kleins.

“I wish you were here.”

“I would slam you against the wall and kiss you.”

“Yes.”

“My fingers in your hair, my mouth against yours, our tongues inter-twined. My chest pressed against your cleavage. One hand on your arse.”

“Oh God yes.”

“I wouldn’t care that your husband was outside in the garden. In fact, it would be quite the turn-on. I like the fact that you are a slut wife.”

“Oh fuck. David. I love it”

I like the way you pronounce that word, you slur it.

“On your knees. That’s what I would say.”

“Yes.”

“I unzip myself for you, reach inside.”

“Yes”.

“And pull it out, seven inches of hard English cock, hold it just inches from your face, and I would offer it to you to suck.”

“I would beg.”

“You bahis firmaları would, that’s right Mrs Bowers. You would tell me how much you wanted my hard dick in your mouth. Please, you would say.”

“Please. I need your cock.”

“You would call me Master, though, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, I would. Please, Master, can I suck your hard cock?”

I can picture you in that room, getting so excited, I know from your breathing that you are already quite worked up.

“How about right now? How are you feeling? Are you wet for me?”

Yes, you say, you tell me you are all slippery between your legs.

I tell you that you can touch yourself while you lick the hard purple mushroom-head of my cock. On your knees in front of your Master

“I loved the photos you took of your wet pussy, of your dildo right up yourself,” I say, trying to sound calm, not betraying my own excitement. “In particular, I loved the ones of you fingering yourself with your wedding-ring finger.”

“Oh God, I’m so bad,” you reply.

“No. You’re good. You’re fucking good. Such a naughty, good slut. I loved it. Where is Pretend Master right now?”

You tell me you can see him mowing the lawn outside, there’s not much chance of him coming back into the house.

“You might want to lock the door of the bedroom though?”

“There is no lock.”

“Ha! So you might get caught. I bet you love that though, don’t you? The danger? The risk of getting caught. Such a naughty slut.”

“Yes, that’ probably true,” you say.

You tell me that you are sat at your dressing table with a view past the mirror to the garden, sat in your underwear, with one hand between your legs.

“I hope you haven’t touched your cunt yet?” I ask, slightly sharply.

“No, of course not. Not without Master’s permission,” you reply. “But I have rubbed myself, ever so slightly, through my knickers.”

“And no doubt you are….slightly damp.”

“David, darling. Per-lease. I am fucking soaking already.”

“Peel the knickers to one side….you can stroke your cunt lips if you want.”

“Thank you Master,” you reply.

“But you can’t put your fingers up there, or anything else. Not until I say yes.”

You groan, with frustration. I know how turned on you are. I feel the same way. But I am at an office desk, at work, there is no way I can relieve myself, all I can do is listen to you giving yourself relief. I wish you knew how desperately I wished I was there, pleasing you myself, not just with words, but with my fingers, tongue and cock.

I continue down the phone. “So where were we? You, on your knees like a dog. My poor horny fuckslut, opening her mouth to take Master’s dick deep inside.”

“Yes,” you whisper. “Sucking Master off like a good girl, licking all over, stroking your balls, working you with my tongue. You taste so good.”

I love your American pronunciation, it drives me wild every time.

“And where do you want my come?” I ask.

“In my mouth. I want you to drain your balls in my mouth….give it to me,” kaçak iddaa you beg. “Please, Master?”

“Are you rubbing your cunt lips now?” I ask.

“Yes”.

I tell you to hold the phone between your legs while you masturbate.

It sounds so slippery and wet, even down the long-distance phone line. A squelching noise.

“God you sound horny,” I say. “Someone is feeling quite excited today. I can’t wait to hear you come later.”

“I could come quite soon. I’m so aroused.”

I tell you to get on all fours, submissive, and to spread your legs for Master. There is a minute’s silence while you comply. I know you’ve put on your hands-free headset, just as I wanted. I picture those big ti*ts, that I have seen so many times in photographs, in videos that you have sent me as little treats. I imagine them swinging, bulging out of your bra, as you crouch there waiting for my instructions.

You’re back on the line, so I carry on. “I want you to imagine that I’m behind you, licking your thighs, just teasing you, your hands on the rug in the bedroom. The bedroom you share with your husband of 10 years. You’re letting your English lover pleasure you from behind. Licking up towards your wet cunt. I love the scent of your pussy.”

You are moaning, but otherwise silent.

“You gasp as I nudge your cunt lips with my tongue, and slide it between them. I pleasure you for ages, tonguing you, enjoying your pink slippery flesh against my mouth. Peeling you open with my fingers while giving you head. And then, sliding up to your arsehole, teasing it just with the tip of my tongue.”

“Oh God, David, that’s so good…I love that. I’m touching my pussy right now.”

“You need permission”

“Please. Please Master, let me finger myself.”

“Beg, bitch.”

“Oh please, God, I need to be filled, please Sir.”

“Okay, you asked nicely, so you can do it. Go on, Mrs Bowers.” I put a heavy emphasis on the word ‘Mrs’. “Two fingers, right up your own needy cu*nt. Imagine it’s my tongue and fingers.”

I can hear you making a slight adjustment. And then just sighs and groans.

I know you have got your rabbit vibrator near you.

“I’m licking your arsehole and sticking two fingers up your wet pussy,” I say. “You seem to like it.”

“Oh yes, I like it.” Pause. “Oh fuck, yes, David, more. Tongue me.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Stick your tongue up there….up my…up my arse. God I love that. You are such a dirty bastard.”

“Thank you for shaving your pussy the other day,” I say.

“Oh that…that was nothing.”

“What did he say? Your husband I mean.”

“He was kind of surprised, but I think he likes it.”

“I loved it. And I loved the fact that you did it for me, to please me.”

You ask where I am. Still at my desk, I say, feet on the table, phone against one ear. I am looking out across the city of London but my mind is in that bedroom in Pennsylvania .

“I have to have you,” I say. “I can’t wait any longer.”

I tell you that I’m about to mount you like a dog. That kaçak bahis I need to be inside you. “Spread wide,” I say.

“Oh fuck yes please,” you reply. You say you’re still on all fours on the bedroom carpet, waiting to take my hardness.

“Your arse is up in the air, so need. I rub my length against your wet cunt” I say. “Just teasing you, making sure you’re wet enough for me. That you are ready to receive Master.”

“I’m ready, of course I’m ready, please, just please fucking fuck me,” you say. I love it when you sound like this. When the need takes over, and all you can think of is your own satisfaction.

“Get the rabbit,” I say. “Turn it on. And hold the end against your pussy hole for me.”

I hear you switch it on. The vibrations are very loud. I hope you’ve got the window closed, otherwise hubbie is going to hear everything.

“It’s there,” you whisper. “I can’t bear this any longer. I’ve got to have you inside me.”

“I’m thrusting into you, so slowly…..really slowly.”

“Yes, fuck me baby, do it.”

“Have you got the vibrator inside you yet baby?”

“Yes.”

“Good slut. Now take it real deep, and move it in and out. I’m inside you, riding you, my mouth against your neck and shoulders, kissing you, biting you. I appreciate you in a way that he doesn’t. I want you so badly, carnally, I’m swollen with lust and I’m fucking you like a man possessed. Faster now, much faster.”

“Oh…fuck… oh yes…”

“Beg for it, slut.”

“Do me, yes, do me, fuck me Master. Harder.”

“I’m licking a finger, and I’m pressing it against your arse while I plough your cunt.”

“Yes.”

“You’re opening up….your arse…to receive me. Darling, I want you to do that now, with your other hand. Lick your finger and push it up your arse”

“I’m doing that. I’ve still got the rabbit right up my pussy, and I’m now fingering my bottom. Oh. Oh God. That’s good.”

“Do you want my cum?”

“Yes, I want it, I want you to empty your balls in me. I want it, David. Fuck me harder. Oh yes.”

“Say please, Mrs Bowers”.

“Oh please, yes, fuck me please!”

I tell you that I’m right up you, all seven inches, my balls banging against your clit, one hand against your mouth, with my fingers between your teeth. And I’ve got my other hand against your big arse, fingering you’re anus.

“What was that noise in the background?”

“The front door. I think he’s come inside. What should I do?”

“Baby I’m inside you, we can’t stop now, I’m going to cum inside you, going to flood your wet pussy with thick white spunk. Do it….come for me.”

You start to groan, harder, moaning, and then I hear you tense up .

“Fuck….oh fuck….yesssss.” you hiss. “That’s it, oh, oh God. Got to keep quiet, got to….nnnnnnn.”

I’m still sat at my desk, in my suit, phone in one hand. The only clue to my arousal, the tenting in my trousers. And maybe I’m flushed in the cheeks.

“Good girl,” I say. “That’s it. Good girl. God I adore playing with you.”

You groan, quieter now. And then a new urgency in your voice.

“I have to go, love,” you say, whispering. “Soon, again.”

“Yes,” I say. “Good girl. You did well, for Master. Return again, soon.”

The phone clicks, off.

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A Day at the Beach Turns Hot Ch. 02

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Babes

The sun was low in the sky when I came out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked into the den, where Sharon was sitting on the couch painting her toes.

She was dressed in white, a wrap that barely covered her ass. She was wearing panties but no bra. She looked sexy as hell, and I stood in the doorway staring at her and thinking back over the previous couple of hours.

Sharon is 42, a gorgeous wife who hasn’t aged much since she was in her early 30s. Blonde, blue eyes, long tanned legs, about 5-7 with perfect natural breasts, still pert 35c with hard dark nipples that were showing through the sheer wrap.

She didn’t look up but concentrated on her toes.

“They’ll be here soon,” she said. “You might want to get the grill going.”

I dried my hair as I walked back into the bedroom, grabbing a pair of clean shorts and a white button down oxford shirt. I didn’t bother buttoning it. I liked showing my tan at the beach, liked the feel of the wind blowing my shirt open and showing my flat stomach.

I shuddered, suddenly realizing I’d run my hands across Phil’s flat stomach earlier in the afternoon while sucking his cock. I could still taste his cum, even after washing my face and washing my mouth out. I feared I would taste it for the rest of my life.

Sharon was on the deck when I came back out, her white wrap billowing in the wind as she faced the sunset, her sunglasses looking like they were on fire as she stared west without realizing Bev was on her deck only a few yards away looking at her.

They’d been in bed together a few hours earlier, Sharon wide open as a woman she barely knows plunged a dildo inside her, fucking her as my wife begged for more. My cock was so hard I wasn’t sure I wanted to walk onto the deck, but I felt a strange sensation that I needed to show Bev that Sharon was mine and not hers.

It was an odd sensation to be thinking that about another woman. And then Phil walked out and put his arm around his wife. They stood there, staring at Sharon without her able to see them.

She was staring at the sunset, oblivious as I walked through the door. She turned toward me and held her arms open wide. I kissed her as we hugged and twirled on the deck without noticing the next-door neighbors waking toward us.

“Get a room!” Bev said as we laughed and greeted our new friends.

Bev and Sharon kissed on the lips, a quick peck, and then she hugged me too, a little longer than a typical greeting of relative strangers.

“She’s so beautiful,” Bev whispered in my ear.

I was about to answer her when Sharon asked Phil if he wanted a drink.

“I’ll get it,” I said pulling away from Bev and winking at her. Phil folllowed me into the house.

I had no idea what to say to him. I took two glasses down from the cupboard.

“What are you drinking?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“Vodka tonic,” I said, reaching for the Stoli above the refrigerator.

I sense he was suddenly behind me, and when I turned around he was only a couple of feet away from me, smiling.

“I’ll have one too,” he said.

Neither of us moved for a few long seconds, staring at each other in the kitchen.

“About today,” I said.

He held up his hand and shook his head.

“Don’t say a word,” Phil said. “Stays between us.”

I exhaled slightly and opened the freezer. As I reached in for the ice, Phil reached around my waist and pulled his cock against my ass.

“I owe you one,” he whispered.

Then he walked back outside.

I was red-faced and flushed as I made the drinks. Then I walked out onto the deck and joined the party.

There was loud music coming from a few houses away, and both the women were swaying with the music. Phil was watching the sky turn deep purple as the sun went down, I stood for a second and took it all in.

Sharon’s wrap flapped in the wind, the panties in full view every few gusts. Bev stood next to her in a yellow sundress, loose fitting over bahis firmaları her tanned body. She was about 5-2, short and athletic with nice calves, big round tits and brown hair. She was dark and the bright yellow made her look almost like an islander. She stood with her legs close together letting the wind blow under her dress, lifting it and letting it fall in the breeze.

She wasn’t wearing panties.

Phil’s shirt blew open like mine, a flowered print shirt with parrots. He was about my height, 6-1 and maybe 200 pounds. He was slim but toned with a slight bit of hair all over him, mostly black with a hint of silver. Phil reminded me of me.

My cock stirred as my mind went back to the events of the afternoon. And I had a strange sensation as I stared at him behind my Ray Bans.

I wanted to suck his cock again.

The girls’ laughter shook me out of my reverie, and I walked onto the deck.

“Anyone need another drink?”

No one seemed to pay me any attention so I walked to the grill, opened the lid and hit the igniter. The small eruption seemed to startle everyone as I laughed and lowered the lid.

“Steaks in 45 minutes! Who needs a drink.”

Sharon suggested I bring the drinks outside. The girls’ wine was in a big tub of ice along with a few beers. I’d put the vodka bottle and tonic water in it too. Phil asked if I needed help, which I didn’t but I said I did. He followed me in.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” he asked as we closed the sliding door behind us.

“I hope they’re talking about raping each other’s husband,” I said.

Phil didn’t laugh, but he walked up beside me and put his hand on my ass.

“Maybe they’re talking about our cocks,” he said.

I didn’t laugh either. I stood there with both hands on the sides of the ice tub and looked at Phil from behind my shades.

“You have a nice cock,” I said.

He reached down and adjusted it.

“You give a better blow job than Bev,” he answered.

Finally, we both laughed. Instinctively, we looked out to the deck and saw that the girls had walked out to the end of it facing the water. I was slightly bent over, arranging bottles when Phil walked behind me. I took a deep breath as he reached around and undid my pants, letting them slide down to the floor. He lifted my shirt up over my waist. I heard him unzip his pants.

“I wonder what it feels like to fuck a man,” he whispered, pressing up against me, his hard cock against my ass crack. I didn’t say a word. He began to move up and down, his cock wedged as I pressed back against it. I reached back and pulled my ass apart.

Phil took his hand and slid the tip of his cock onto my asshole. I felt a stream of spit hit my crack and slowly run down.

“I want to fuck you,” he whispered.

Slowly I felt something slide inside me. Smaller than a cock but bigger than a finger.

Phil had his thumb up my ass, and I let him thumb-fuck me while we looked out at the women.

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

He used his thumb like his cock, thrusting his hips into me and driving his thumb in deeper. I opened up my legs and sighed.

“Fuck me Daddy,” I said. “Fuck my ass.”

He probed me for a minute or so when we saw the girls walking back down the deck. He slid his thumb out and I pulled my pants up as he washed his hands in the sink behind me.

I picked up the tub with a groan, and he wrapped his arms around me, feeling my nipples and massaging me like I was a teenage girl. His breath was hot on my neck when I felt his mouth on my ear. His tongue slid in it, and he tugged on my ear lobe with his teeth.

“I want to suck your cock,” he whispered. “I want the girls to watch.”

I almost dropped the tub as the sliding door opened.

“Where the hell are you guys?” Bev asked. “We need wine.”

She walked past us toward the bathroom then yelled back from the hall.

“Sharon’s a dream boat! Can I take her home?”

I laughed as I carried the tub outside. kaçak iddaa Sharon was leaning against the railing, her arms folded, her long legs crossed and the wind blowing her wrap all around her. Her white panties flashed for just a second. They had a wet spot.

I poured two glasses of white wine and handed her one as I leaned in and kissed her.

“You look awesome,” I said.

Sharon lifted my Ray Bans and perched them on the top of my head. Then she kissed me and put her hand around my head. She leaned in and whispered in my ear.

“I am so horny right now,” she said.

We stared into each other’s eyes until we heard the sliding door open and Bev’s voice cutting through the wind.

“You too cut that out,” she said. “Or invite me to join you.”

Phil came out behind her with a big smile on his face and a drink his hand. The wind blew his shirt open, revealing his chest.

“Mmmmm,” Sharon said in a mock-sexy voice. “You boys have plans tonight?”

The girls laughed as I slapped her on her ass and walked to the grill.

“Drink up,” I said. “The night is young.”

We all gathered around the wooden table and made small talk, and Phil asked about our mutual friends from Orlando who owned the house we were in.

“Where did meet them?” he asked.

Sharon and I had known them for years. We’d gone to church together and were members of the same club. We’d been coming to the house together for 15 years or more.

“How about you guys? Where did you meet them?” I asked.

Bev and Phil looked at each other and smiled.

“Here,” they said at the same time, laughing.

“Literally right here,” Bev said. “You want to tell the story or me?”

Phil said “Go ahead,” smiling and shaking his head. “You met them first.”

Turns out Bev had walked over to the house one afternoon to meet the neighbors and found our friends naked on the deck, fucking doggie-style.

“I mean, I walked right up on them,” she said. “At first they didn’t see me so I sort of stepped back a little and accidentally kicked a chair and they both screamed, and I started laughing, covering my eyes and apologizing and I finally just blurted out ‘Well, I’m Beverly, your next-door neighbor, and it’s great too see you finally. Or meet you, sorry’.”

We were all laughing so hard we could hardly hear Bev finish the story.

“So I backed all the way off the deck and Trish ran inside like her hair was on fire, and Steve just stood there, naked and frozen in fear until I turned and walked back toward our house. I turned around once more and he was still there, just staring at me. So I finally just said ‘Nice cock, by the way,’ and he said ‘Thanks, Beverly. Come back anytime!’

“Anyway, that’s how we met them. Phil went over later to meet Steve.. Trish wouldn’t come out of the house for days.”

We laughed until our sides hurt, and I stood to get another drink as Bev continued to talk about our mutual friends, and Phil got up to see if I needed help with the steaks. I dropped them on as he walked up and Bev said in a whispered voice “Sharon it was HUGE!” And they laughed as Phil and I looked at each other without saying a word.

We ate and drank and told stories as the night turned dark and stormy again, and we all went inside. I came in last after gathering everything up and covering the beach stuff as the rain started.

Just as I walked into the den and closed the door, there was a crack of lightning and loud thunder and the power went off. I stood there dripping as the girls squealed and Phil laughed and I slowly made my way to the kitchen to find a flashlight.

I had no idea where to look. We only spent 10 days a year there, so I might as well have been looking for a lost child.

Phil said he had some candles at their house, but by now the weather had turned for the worse. The wind was howling, and the rain was sideways and the lightning was so frequent we could sort of see a little, so we decided to ride it out.

I got kaçak bahis everyone a fresh drink and we all sat back and stared at each other in the darkness.

“Honey, you need to get out of those wet clothes,” Sharon finally said.

“Mmmmm, yes honey,” Bev cooed. “Take ’em off right now!”

Everyone laughed as I stood slowly and slipped my shirt off in the darkness just as a flash of lightning illuminated the room and revealed me standing there with no shirt on.

Sharon laughed out loud and said ‘Do it baby.”

She was joking, but then again she wasn’t.

“Yeah baby, do it,” Bev said.

She was definitely not joking.

I finally said, “OK, I will if everyone else does.”

Everyone laughed, and the girls squealed “No!” and then Sharon shocked me.

“Phil said if you will, he will.”

And Bev laughed and said “Yes!”

And for just a brief second, everyone was quiet.

Then another lightning flash caught me with my pants sliding down to my ankles, my cock half hard and everyone’s eyes wide open.

“Awesome,” Bev said quietly.

I was frozen. I was drunk, and I was standing in the den naked when I heard Bev whisper to Sharon “Nice cock,” and both of them giggling like little girls.

We’d forgotten about Phil in the darkness but another flash of lightning showed him taking his pants of too, setting off another round of laughter as I stumbled in the darkness to find my way to the room. Phil followed me, saying he needed to use the rest room.

We stood in the darkness as I fumbled for a doorknob and Phil came up behind me and started rubbing my chest again. In the living room, we heard a muffled moan and I put my finger to Phil’s lips. We crept back toward the den as a flash of lightning showed the girls in an embrace, Bev’s legs wide open and Sharon’s hand under her sundress.

“Let’s go watch,” Phil said. “Let’s join them and see what happens.”

As we crept back in, neither of the girls seemed to notice or care as the lightning now showed them both topless, their dresses down to their waists. Phil sat down behind Sharon and I sat behind Bev and we began to rub their backs.

Another bolt of lightning shocked me as I saw Sharon’s hand around Phil’s hard cock, and then I could sense her sliding off the couch between his legs. Bev slid over and straddled me, rocking slowly against my hard cock as she kissed my face and whispered “Let me have her.”

I grabbed her ass and pulled to toward me, sucking her big tits as she moaned and repeated it. “I want her.”

I felt Phil lean in and kiss her, my wife sucking his cock and his wife riding mine in the darkness.

“Let them play,” Phil whispered. “It will be hot!”

As the lightning flashed, Bev slid off of me and joined my wife sucking Phil’s cock, then they kissed full on the mouth, falling to floor beneath us. Phil’s glistening cock seemed to shine in the dark, and I reached over and began to stroke it. The girls played beneath us, now completely naked, Bev sucking Sharon’s pussy.

A lightning flash caught us looking at each other, Sharon staring at me with a woman between her legs and me staring at her with a man’s cock in my hand.

I heard her shudder. Then I heard her whisper.

“Suck his cock.”

I was stunned as Phil adjusted, lying back onto the arm of the couch, his cock standing at attention as my wife coaxed me from the floor.

“Suck it,” she said.

I went down on Phil as the lightning flashed, sucking his cock as he and Sharon moaned.

We were all drunk and in a small orgy, guys on the couch and the girls on the floor. When the power came back on, Sharon’s tongue was buried into Bev’s ass hole. Bev was on all fours.

I was leaning over the arm of the couch, and Phil was about to slide his cock into my ass. We were all looking at each other for the first time, wide-eyed, drunk and totally

out of control.

No one moved a muscle. No one said a word.

And then Sharon stood up and took Bev by the hand and led her down the hallway. Phil stood up and followed them.

I walked out onto the deck and let the rain pour over my naked body, washing away the day, my hand on my cock, jerking like a mad man.

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Becoming Theirs Pt. 02: Get Closer

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It was 2 days after the 3v1 fiasco when Jessica texted me asking to meet. We arranged to meet at the nearby mall.

Jessica’s outfit of denim shorts and tucked-in grey tank top revealed her curves well. As she walked over to me, I couldnt help but remember my cum on her blouse from that night, and I mentally willed my cock to remain calm.

We had a casual lunch, before Jessica got to the real reason for this meetup.

She explained how she’d hoped I wasnt traumatised from what she and her friends did to me that night, how they werent entirely sensible due to the influence of clubbing and alcohol, and that she hoped things weren’t weird between us.

“No way Jess” I said. “I mean, sure I came on you, but things wont be weird between us.”

She chuckled at the mention of that incident. “Omg dont remind me James.”

“But to be honest” I continued. “I had fun.”

“Really?” Jessica asked, curious. “Even when you were naked in front of the 3 of us?”

“Yeah… It actually turned me on” I said, blushing slightly.

“You like that kind of thing?” She asked, eyes wide open.

I hesitated before nodding slightly. “A bit, i guess.”

Jessica went into thought and silence fell between us.

“I’m sorry for cumming on you” I added.

She looked up, surprised. “No no, its okay. I’m sorry that we used you like a toy.” She smiled sheepishly.

“The girls had a lot of fun tho” she added. “They’re asking when they can meet you again.”

I raised my brows, pleasantly surprised.

“I dont mind” I said, grinning.

“Omg you pervert” Jessica laughed.

“You know, I didnt actually touch you that night” she continued.

I thought back. “Oh yea, only Kimmy and Elyn did. With the wand.”

“And Kimmy actually really touched you.”

“Yeaaaa that was what made me cum.”

“You best watch out” Jessica grinned cheekily. “Next time it might be me who makes you cum.”

A thought came to mind.

“Why wait till next time?”

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About 30mins later we were both in Jessica’s room.

Thankfully she stayed near the mall.

“You sure you’re okay with this?” Jessica asked, turning to face me as she shut the door behind me, even when no one else was home. She turned on the air conditioner as I replied.

“I should be asking YOU that!” I retorted.

“I’m ok if youre ok.”

“I’m ok.”

“Then im ok too.”

We faced each other in the middle of the room, unsure of how to proceed.

“Why dont you sit down” I suggest. Jessica nodded, face red, and sat on her bed. I proceeded to remove my clothes.

Jessica stared as i removed the last of my clothes and threw my briefs to the side, turning to face her with my hard cock out.

“Still so impressed?” I asked, secretly pleased at how she was captivated by my member.

She looked up at me and shrugged. “Yea, a bit.”

I was already throbbing in anticipation.

“What’s turning you on now?” She asked.

“Umm… you.”

She looked up at me. “Really?”

I nodded, bahis firmaları a bit sheepish. “Yeah… you look good in shorts and tank top.”

Jessica smiled. “Thanks.”

I began stroking my cock, looking at Jessica for arousal. Her outfit was just the right amount of casual and sexy to get my engines going.

“Will you… take longer today than that time?” Jessica asked.

I contemplated her question. “That night i was trying hard not to cum, but right now… i dont know.”

I eased on my pace, letting my pre-cum lubricate my shaft.

“Do you want vibrators?” She asked.

“You have some?”

“Just the bullet ones”

“Oh then its okay.”

I continued stroking.

“Do you want me to cum as fast as possible?” I asked.

“Um… you can take your time. Do whatever feels best for you” she said.

An idea came to mind.

“In that case i want to try something a bit different.”

I quickened my stroking, staring hungrily at Jessica’s body and visualised myself shooting all over her chest. It wasnt long before i felt my climax coming.

I moaned and quickly let go, feeling the wave just before me.

Jessica watched silently, unsure of what to expect.

And then, quietly and without warning, it overcame me.

My cum began leaking out like a tap and i gasped and moaned, shaking my hips as the inexpressible sensations of frustration and pleasure rocked me. I looked down and saw Jessica entranced by my throbbing member as it dripped cum.

“Did you cum?” She asked, perplexed and fascinated.

“Sort of” I breathed. “That’s called a ruined orgasm.”

I then went into an explanation of what ruined orgasms were.

“Essentially” I finished speaking as my cock throbbed under me. “Ruined orgasms offer a pleasure experience unlike that of conventional orgasms. Although not as powerful, ruined orgasms have the benefit of shorter recovery periods, longer stamina, and multiple orgasms (although i know you girls dont have a problem with that). And its even more amazing if someone else ruins it for you.”

Jessica looked at me curiously. “Someone else, huh…”

As I reached out to start jerking again, Jessica’s hand suddenly grabbed mine.

I looked at her in surprise.

“Can you… let me try?”

Jessica’s face, blushing furiously with that shy expression, was incredibly cute. My cock got even harder.

I nodded and lowered my arm. Jessica first rubbed her fingertips along my shaft, slowly getting to know the feel of my manhood. Then she wrapped her fingers around me. I sighed in pleasure.

“It’s hard” she said, surprise in her voice.

Jessica then proceeded to move her hand up and down on me. It felt so good.

“You really like this?” She asked, looking up at me. I nodded.

“Hey, use your spit as lubrication” i added.

Jessica, heeding my advice, spat onto her hand and lathered her spit all over my cock. Having her spit on me made me think it was like being in her mouth, which was super hot.

“Omg” i moaned as she continued stroking me.

“Do you want me to make kaçak iddaa you cum fast or last a bit longer?” she asked, her hand making squishy sounds on my hot rod.

“A bit longer would be nice.”

At my words, Jessica slowed down her pace, even occasionally stopping her hand at the base for a few seconds before resuming her strokes.

“Rotate your hand around it” I told her. She proceeded to do so, making me moan.

“Like this?” she asked.

“Oh yeah like that…”

“Jess, Jess im cumming, where can i cum??”

“Just cum, dont worry.”

I looked down at her and saw she was aiming my cock at her tits. That was it for me, and I arched my back and moaned loudly as I shot my load onto Jessica.

Her hand continued pumping on me as I came, and with every stroke she did I could feel more of my cum being coaxed out of me. I was being milked, and it felt incredible.

Finally, I began to get sore, and so I told Jessica to relax. She began slowing her pace down until she eventually let go.

I then saw the results of my work: most of my cum had hit her chest and dripped right down her cleavage, while a few ropes had hit her tank top and left wet marks.

“Omg im so sorry” I said (although the sight of her cum stained tank top was a wonder to behold).

“It’s okay” Jessica said, reaching her hand into her cleavage and wiping some cum out. I watched as she raised her finger to her lips and taste my cum with a lick.

“Um… how is it?” I asked.

She considered my question. “A bit salty” she said.

I gave a satisfied sigh as i sat down on Jessica’s bed beside her, still buck naked. Jessica looked down at my still-hard member.

“You’re still hard?” She asked.

I shrugged. “It’ll probably go down after a while.”

Jessica continued playing with my cum on her fingers. “That must’ve felt real good.”

I nodded. “It did.”

She turned to look at me. “I want to feel good too.”

I looked back, unsure if i was interpreting her words correctly.

“Jess?..”

She reached down, gripped the hem of her tank top, and slowly pulled it up to reveal her ample bosom tucked neatly behind a simple black bra. I could see my cum in between her boobs and running down her belly.

Jessica tossed her tank top aside and undid her bra, throwing it away to reveal her magnificent assets.

I was in awe.

“Thats amazing” I said in a small voice.

Jessica blushed and smiled. “Thanks.”

“Can i…” I gestured with my hands. She nodded.

I slowly put my hands onto Jessica’s boobs, marveling at how they felt under my fingers and at the sheer weight they possessed. Not that Jessica had insanely large breasts, but that there so well-proportioned and taken care of that they were almost luxurious.

I observed Jessica’s facial expressions and saw that she was responding well to my touch.

“These are amazing Jess” I said.

“You said that already” she replied, chuckling.

I bent down and began sucking on Jessica’s left tit.

“Omg james!” Jessica exclaimed, before going into moans and sighs kaçak bahis of pleasure.

I alternated between the left and right tit a few times before i stopped and looked up at her.

“Was that good?” I asked.

“Yes” she said simply, too embarrassed to look at me.

“I can make you feel better.”

She paused for a few seconds before standing up and removing her shorts to reveal white panties.

“Wait” i said, before she got to remove them. “Come sit down.”

Jessica sat beside me, confused.

Over the next ten minutes, I would use my fingers to please Jessica while sucking on her tits, bringing her to a crashing orgasm.

Jessica lay on her bed breathing hard while i examined my juice-drenched fingers, giving them a lick.

“Wow” she breathed. I could hear the smile in her voice. “That was amazing…”

I looked down at my re-erect member, full of blood and rearing to go again. I rubbed Jessica’s juice all over it as i began stroking again.

I felt Jessica sit up on her bed and I turned to look at her. She watched me stroking with lustful eyes and a wet pussy.

“Going again?” She asked, changing her position such that she was sitting up right beside me. “Let me help.”

And so i let go for her to take over, this time using both her hands to grasp my cock before letting her spit drip onto it for extra lubrication. I leaned back on my arms, closing my eyes and relaxing myself to fully immerse my senses into Jessica’s fingers and palms.

All of a sudden, something warm and wet enveloped around my cock, and I opened my eyes to see Jessica bent over me, giving me a blowjob.

I exclaimed out loud and Jessica looked up just long enough to give me a smug look before she refocused her attention on the task in her mouth.

She bobbed her head up and down, her lips wrapped firmly around me, with a bit of teeth. But i didnt mind. It felt better than anything i’d ever felt before.

I could feel the tip of my cock hitting the back of her mouth. Jessica occasionally raised her head long enough to give me a cheeky grin before going back down on me. Her technique was plain and simple, but effective.

And it wasnt long before I felt my climax coming.

“Oh shit, Jess!” i said as I exploded, and she lifted her head off of me, stroking out my cum as it flew out.

Jessica kept her hand moving as I came, and I quivered and shook on her bed as I unloaded myself onto Jessica’s floor, moaning. Finally the orgasm began to subside.

“Jess, slow down please.”

She did so.

“What happens if I kept stroking?” she asked.

I looked at her cautiously.

“Well, after an orgasm a cock becomes sore, like all muscles do. So it’ll ache if it remains stimulated.”

“So its painful?”

“To a certain extent, yeah. Some guys like it I think.”

Jessica considered my words, and then began slowly stroking again.

I gasped and squirmed as my cock was overloaded with feeling.

“Jessica!” I moaned, as she watched me get overwhelmed by her strokes.

“Just testing” she said, letting go.

After I recovered, I helped clean up the mess we left behind, before I left.

“I’ll let the girls know you’re interested, ok?” she asked as I left through the door. I grinned happily.

“Please do!”

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Becoming Fred’s Pig Pt. 01

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Chapter 1

I had never really considered myself an especially kinky man. Sure, I could be known to beat off several times a day if I woke up on the horny side of the bed. But on the spectrum of fetishes that men find themselves with, I liked to think that I was around average. In high school and college I usually spent my free time casually flirting with women, but I rarely ever made a move. I never questioned my sexuality, and would consider myself pretty straight. Except for that one time in high school when my childhood friend Fred gave me a blowjob.

Since graduating college and getting a job, I didn’t spend that many hours socializing face to face with people. Once I got off the clock I would head home, order some food through a delivery app and play games with my friends. Eventually I would log off and head to bed, scrolling through my phone for a bit and maybe jerking off. Nothing out of the ordinary really. That is, until he reached out to me.

I would be lying to say I didn’t occasionally think about him. When we had hooked up, I was dating our mutual friend Sadie. We were at a house party and I brought some blunts to share. Unfortunately (or fortunately) for me, most of the partygoers were more of the drinking crowd. So Sadie, Fred, another female acquaintance of ours named Gina, and I smoked the majority of them by ourselves. Once we were halfway done with the second one Gina and Sadie decided to tap out. Fred would normally help me finish it but I guess he was feeling the cross fade that night because he declined to hit it again as well. Never one to turn down a challenge I finished it by myself.

Lying on the grass and looking at the stars I was at total peace with the world. I guess I drifted off to sleep though because the next thing I remember is Sadie shaking my shoulder telling me it’s time to find a bed. I looked around and saw that Gina and Fred were already inside. The host of the party’s parents must have had it off pretty good, because there was no shortage of bedrooms. Fred waved to Sadie and I once we were inside and exclaimed that he found a room with a California King sized bed. Sadie gave me a curious look, but Fred seemed so excited that I ran into the room and jumped on the bed. After a few moments Fred jumped onto the bed to the left of and Sadie reluctantly crawled in on my right.

Now would probably be a good time to mention that Fred was openly gay. I had no problem with his sexuality, as he had been my friend since elementary school. But hindsight being 2020, I can now understand why Sadie was a little uptight about our sleeping arrangements. Sadie curled up next to me and I draped my arm over her and saddled my pelvis right beneath hers. My dick quickly arose to half chub, and Sadie whispered that it wasn’t too late to find another bahis firmaları bed. I felt bad leaving Fred all alone though. Gina had no doubt found a nice quiet room to herself and locked the door behind her. I whispered back that I was just fine cuddling with her, and she chuckled and quickly dozed off.

After Sadie was sound asleep (which never took very long) I rolled onto my back. I glanced over to Fred to see if he was still awake. His face was being illuminated by his phone screen, and I peered closer to see what he was doing. Sure enough he was on a gameboy emulator grinding through Pokémon Emerald for what must’ve been the tenth time. He must’ve felt my gaze because he turned his head to ask if I was enjoying the show. “That nap I took outside must have refreshed me, because I’m just not that tired anymore” I said quietly.

In the process of leaning over to look at his screen, I hadn’t realized my semi had been pressed up against his leg. He, however, had noticed, and reached down and grazed his hand across it. If I had been in a fresh state of mind I probably would have brushed his hand away and told him I didn’t play for that team. But being that I was high as a kite and he had an innocent and unassuming expression on his face, I let him keep his hand there. I didn’t know that I would get that aroused from it. My dick was quickly ascending to full mast, and Fred seemed very entertained by that fact. He removed his hand and reached his arm around my shoulder to pull me in closer to him. Resting my head on his chest I got a whiff of the detergent of his shirt mixing with his deodorant and felt at ease.

“We probably shouldn’t be doing this with Sadie right there. She would literally kill me if she woke up right now.” Fred whispered.

“We’re not even doing anything, silly” I responded.

I brought my hand over to fully cuddle him and I felt my forearm brush against something on top of his abdomen. Curious, I brought my hand back and put it on the elastic of his pants. Beneath my hand I felt a rod that took my whole hand to cover. Looking up to Fred’s face, I realized I had always just assumed he had a small dick. Anytime we changed in a locker room together he made sure to always be facing the locker as if he was ashamed of something. Usually, that is the sign of someone who is not confident with their package. I had never considered the fact that he might have been ashamed for the wrong reason. I slowly ran my hand along the extremely thick shaft of his dick until I was nearing his upper abdomen. At this point my mind was blown by the size of his member, and without thinking I quickly went to reach under his sweatpants and sweatshirt. “No, no, no. Not right now Mike.” he said sternly while intently looking to see if Sadie had awoken. “Follow me to the bathroom in kaçak iddaa 5 minutes.”

Quietly, Fred got out of bed and walked out of the room, looking back at me to point in the direction of the bathroom. Once he was gone I rolled onto my back again and tried to process what just happened. I had never had the desire in my entire life to put my hand on another man’s dick. But right now the only thing I could think about was trying to figure out exactly how big his was. Maybe it was because my head was still clouded, but my decision had been made. With one last look at Sadie, I crawled out of bed and crept over to the door.

Standing in the hallway, I wandered around for a bit trying to find the bathroom. The problem was that all the doors to the rooms were closed because the house party guests occupied them. I really didn’t feel like walking in on someone doing the deed. So I stopped walking and just stood there looking at all the doors. “Over here you doofus” Fred called from behind me.

Turning around, I quickly scanned him from head to toe and realized he must have taken the time to calm down his erection. There was no noticeable bulge in his pants, and his face looked damp like he had been sweating. As I walked into the bathroom he closed the door behind me and looked me in the eyes. “I had to splash some water on my face to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. You know I’ve had a crush on you since I was a kid?”

This sudden proclamation of passion caught me slightly off guard, but I responded that I had no idea. Fred leaned his arm against the sink and looked me up and down. Feeling like I was being appraised I struck a pose and winked at him, trying to lighten the mood. He laughed and before I could process it he pulled me in for a kiss. I reciprocated, and even though I thought kissing a man with a beard would be gross, it really wasn’t that bad. It was just a tasteful kiss with no tongue. Plus his beard was soft and plush from all the maintenance he put into it. After a couple moments he pulled away and said that that was his first kiss. I was mildly shocked, even though I knew that hardly any kids at our school had come out so the pickings were slim.

I leaned forward and went to put my hand on his crotch. He intercepted my hand and told me he wanted to give me his first blowjob. And who would I be to turn down that request? “Yeah sure go ahead” I responded nonchalantly.

Now my dick was not something I was ashamed of. At a little under seven inches and decently girthy, it had given the few women I had been with a good time in bed. But none of them had been able to take the whole thing in their mouth. I’m not egotistical enough to think it was because of my size though, it was probably due to their lack of experience with giving bjs. But Fred was about to prove my hypothesis kaçak bahis wrong.

Undoing my button and pulling down the zipper, Fred got onto his knees and began pulling my pants down. He began rubbing his hand along my crotch over my underwear. My dick slowly sprang to life, inflating it what felt like record time. Once I was fully erect Fred wasted no time and started to run his tongue around the head of my cock. It felt like he was trying to lick through it like a tootsie pop. I already felt like I was close to cumming. No female I’d ever been with and used their tongue like that. Shortly after he began to work his way down my shaft. He kept bobbing his head further and further towards my pubes until he had me down his throat. He held it there for a second, then began sucking like a shop-vac while taking my entire length in and out of his mouth. I grabbed onto the sink with both of my hands as I tried my hardest to not make any noise, but I was damn close to finishing already. I tapped Fred on the shoulder to let him know, and he gave me a look that said bring it on. A couple seconds later I blew my load into my friends mouth.

Fred took his time getting the last remnants of my jizz, even giving me one good lick up and down the shaft for good measure. I curled my toes into the linoleum tiles in sheer ecstasy. What happened next I did not expect. Fred slowly stood up and then started to kiss me with my cum still in his mouth. And unlike our previous smooch, this one had a lot of tongue. Feeling my juices get swapped between our mouths is something that the thought of would disgust the hell out of me. I would never let Sadie do that to me. But Fred had so much confidence and passion in how he did it that I had no qualms. I trusted my friend completely and was along for the ride. After we broke off the kiss, we both took a minute to swallow and just stood there looking at each other.

Fred then turned on the sink and drank some of the tap water to wash out his mouth, and I followed suit. He opened the bathroom door and I followed him out and shut off the light behind me. Once we were outside the bedroom, he put his finger up to his mouth to indicate that we had to be stealthy about this. I walked in first, and could hear the sound of Sadie lightly snoring. I knew it would take a lot to wake her up at this point as she was a heavy sleeper. I crawled into bed and laid down on my back next to her. After seeing she made no movements, Fred laid down next to me and pulled out his phone to resume his Pokémon grind.

It was at this point that I realized I had never discovered the true size of his dick. Still curious, I tried to reach into his sweatpants again but he quickly swatted my hand away. “We can save that for another time” he said, smiling slyly at me.

I frowned, but accepted that for whatever reason he wasn’t comfortable letting me see it. I curled up into him and watched him search for a shiny Magikarp for an hour or so, and ended up falling asleep with my head on his shoulder.

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