Bio of a Bully Ch. 3: Big Brother Pt. 2

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I knew I couldn’t do nothing until I could breathe properly again, but it really fucking hurt to be pinned down by a dweeb like Scott and not be able to fight back.

Scott was lying on top of me, his underweight fuckin’ body rubbing against my tight, muscled bod and his matchstick fuckin’ arms holding me there like I was nothing. The more I struggled, the hotter Scott fuckin’ got, like he was desperate to fuckin’ own me. He’d already given me a love bite and no one fuckin’ marks me!

My face was all screwed up, trying to keep the fag’s mouth away from mine but he was being tough, making the most of having me in his fuckin’ power. My throat and neck were fuckin’ killing me, throbbing like our cocks after his brother Michael had slammed my neck down into his knee, winding me.

Scott was muttering my name softly, like “Oh, Justin! Justin!” and shit like that, breathing his fucking faggot breath over me between kisses.

I knew I had to do something to get free and teach these faggots a lesson, but my mind was racing and the room was still all blurry and spinning. I forced myself to concentrate so I could think clear and work out what to do. And then I got smart.

I stopped struggling and just lay there, letting Scott do his thing. The less I struggled, the quicker I could get my own back. So I lay there pretending like I’d given in or something and let the room start getting back into focus.

I’m pretty tough usually and it didn’t take long before I was starting to breathe properly again. I could see better too and most of the stuff I saw was red from my blood boiling.

Scott was working his way down my body, kissing my stomach like he was in love with it. He had let go of my hands now, ’cause he didn’t think I was gonna do anything and when I looked over my head, I could see his brother Michael sitting on the other side of the room, watching like a fuckin’ pervert.

I waited a bit longer, till Scott was putting his mouth near my cock, and then I jumped into action. I swung my legs around him and flip him over, laying a fist into his face so hard that he would’ve been seeing stars real quick. I saw Michael jump off his chair and rush over, so I grabbed the lamp near the bed and swung it at him, hitting him across the head. He staggered back across the room, bringing his arms up to protect his face, so I jumped off the bed and charged at him, slamming him back against the wall.

I laid into his gut, slugging him as hard with my left and right fists. Bam! Bam! Bam! Five times I clobbered the fucker’s gut and he doubled right over, dropping faster than a prostitute’s underpants. I brought my knee up into his face sending him smashing back into the wall again.

I didn’t see Scott get up off the bed, but when he saw the bashing I was giving his brother, he jumped onto my back, trying to pull me off. I turned around and rammed him into the wall too, making him let me go, then spun around and put a fist into his gut too. He went down in one punch, fuckin’ pussy.

They were both on their knees now, where they should be, but Michael was starting to get up, so I grabbed his hair in one hand and Scott’s hair in the other and bashed their heads together, making them sprawl out on the floor near my feet. I kicked them both a couple of times, then went over to the telephone and ripped it out of the wall.

I went back to them and kicked Scott real hard again, then plonked myself down on top of Michael, and tied his hand up behind his back with the ‘phone cord. Fuckin’ sucker!

Then I turned around to Scott and pulled him up to his feet, holding him around the throat against the wall.

“You have fun tonight, cunt?” I asked, real nasty.

He started bawling, shit scared about what I was gonna do.

“I’m sorry,” he whimpered.

“I’m sorry.” I copied him, screwing up my face like he was. “Well ‘sorry’ ain’t good enough.” And I punched him in the gut again.

I waited for his eyes to focus after some of the pain went away, then smiled real friendly at him.

“The question is, what am I gonna do with you and your big bro, huh?”

“Don’t bahis firmaları hurt us,” he cried and this time I laughed.

“You hear that?” I asked Michael, looking down at him, but he was ignoring me ’cause of all the pain I’d given him.

“Answer me when I talk to you, you fuck!” And I kicked Michael in the chest. He cried out and man, did that sound good! And it felt good too, seeing him lying there curled up in a ball, holding onto his chest where I fuckin’ booted him. Fuckin’ power man! What a rush!

“You’re not laughing now, are you faggot?” I said. He shook his head for an answer so I wouldn’t kick him again and I let him get away with not talking ’cause I knew that he couldn’t right now.

I shoved Scott away, making him trip over Michael when he staggered away, then dropped to my knees, pushing one of them into Michael’s throat.

“What’s that?” I asked him, pretending like he had said something to me. “A crushed windpipe? Is that what it feels like? How ’bout that!” My voice was still a bit rough from the damage he’d done to me so I dug my knee in harder and watched his face go all red and blotchy.

“Please don’t kill him!” Scott was really crying hard now and was cowering in the corner with his knees pushed up against his chest. What a fuckin’ pussy!

You think I’m a fuckin’ killer, do you?” I said, getting up and stomping over to him. “Is that what you think of me? A fuckin’ murderer? Like your fucking’ brother there trying to break my fuckin’ neck before?” My voice was getting louder, I was so pissed off with them, so I took a deep breath and calmed down.

“Get up, you fuckin’ faggot!”

Scott go to his feet, real slow, pressing back against the wall like he was hoping it would swallow him.

“You owe me big time. Real big time, fuckin’ settin’ me up like that. And you know what? I always like my debts paid, with real high interest rates, know what I mean?”

Scott nodded, still trying to hide in the wall. It was making me mad again, seeing him being such a fuckin’ pussy, so I grabbed him and threw him across the room. He landed on the bed, bouncing up and down on the mattress, so I walked over to him and climbed on him, sitting on his stomach.

The fuck raised his hands to shield his face, so I pushed them away really fiercely.

“Look at me!” I growled, “Fuckin’ hiding your face like you was some kind of fuckin’ spastic!”

His lips were quivering ’cause he was pouting, trying not to cry again.

“Number 1,” I said, clenching and unclenching my fist, “Eavesdropping on my fuckin’ mates and me at school.” I back-handed him across the face.

“Number 2. Dobbing me in to your fucking pussy brother over there.” This time I punched him, making his nose bleed more. The tears were fuckin’ pouring down his face now, but he was still trying not to cry anymore.

“Number 3. Setting me up. No fucker sets me up, you cunt!” I raised my fist and he screwed up his face really tight, waiting for my fist to hit him.

I was holding my fist above his face, deciding how hard to clobber him, but then I changed my mind.

“Now that showed a lot of balls – something I didn’t think you had,” I said. “So I’m gonna let you get away with it this time, ’cause you’ve impressed me, and that ain’t an easy thing to do.”

Scott looked up at me, so fuckin’ stunned that even the tears stopped.

“If you ever do it again though,” I said, “I’ll put you and your brother in a wheelchair for life, got it?”

He nodded real quickly and I could see the relief on his face.

“Thank you,” he said.

“Oh, don’t thank me yet you little shit. I haven’t finished. Number 4….” His face changed to scared again and I heard him whimper.

“We’ve got a long way to go yet. Number 4. Doing what your brother told you instead of me. I’m the One around here, got that? You do as I say, not anyone else. I don’t give a shit about your brother. Got it?”

“Yes,” he whispered.

“I can’t hear you,” I yelled.

“Yes!” he said louder.

“Good. Remember it.” And I slammed my fist into his face, knocking the cunt out. Bastard. kaçak iddaa Fuckin’ passing out before I’d finished with him! I slapped him a few times waking him up.

“Don’t ever fuckin’ pass out on me again! You hear me, dweeb?”

His face was starting to puff out like a fuckin’ balloon and it reminded me of Michael’s chest, puffing out above me when he was sitting on me before. I turned around to see was the sucker was up to, but he was still lying there, rocking on his side.

I decided to let Scott recover a bit and work Michael over instead, so I got up and sauntered real casually to the fallen cunt and yanked him up to his feet by his hair.

“What’s the matter, tough guy?” I said, shoving my face into his. “Getting bored all by yourself?” I spun around 360 degrees, dragging him around with me by the hair and slamming him face first into the wall. He bounced off it like he was made of fucking rubber. I shoved him over to the bed and threw him down, making him land on top of Scott. His hands were still tied behind his back with the telephone cord, and his face was all covered in the blood coming out his nose.

I sat on top of him, Scott trapped under the both of us, and flopped out my dick. I was on a high now ’cause I’d won the challenge and I now I was ready to be sucked off.

I shoved my cock in Michael’s face, making sure that my knee didn’t block Scott’s view. I wanted him to see his brother humiliated, ’cause I knew it would teach him good and proper.

I grabbed Michael by the ears and lifted up his head.

“You fuckin’ take my cock and you suck it hard, you faggot,” I said. “And if you try one more thing, I’ll fuckin’ gouge your eyes out, got it?” I pressed my thumbs into his eyes like a warning, then let him see again so he could take my dick.

I twisted his ears to make him open his mouth gasping, and shoved my prick into it.

“Let’s see if you’re as good as your little brother, hey?” I started thrusting hard, making him choke on it, but I didn’t let up, yanking his head up and down, and thrusting my cock in and out too so that the head job was hard and fast.

“Oh, yeah, you motherfucker,” I said, “That’s right. You take it. There’s a good faggot. Take it all.”

I heard Scott mutter something like “Let him go”, but I wasn’t sure what he said. It didn’t matter though. I let go of Michael’s ear with one hand and backhanded the dweeb, telling him to shut up.

Michael’s skin was changing from red to fuckin’ blue because his face was so swollen he couldn’t breathe through his nose and my thick cock was stuffing down his throat. I didn’t stop thought – let he cunt suffer!

When I was ready to cum, I pulled my cock out and turned around, wanking myself the last bit so that I spurted out all over Scott’s face. He was fuckin’ showered with it, man, like a fuckin’ blizzard was falling on his face! All that challenge to top them both had built up a mega fuckin’ load inside of me and now it was all sitting oozing on Scott’s face.

He went to wipe the cum off him, but I slapped his hand away.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” I yelled at him as the last drops dribbled onto his neck.

“That was good,” I said, looking down at them both. Scott was reaching up to wipe my cum out of his eyes.

“I said, don’t you fuckin’ touch it!”

I got off Michael and grabbed him by the scalp, pulling him up and over so he was face down on top of Scott.

“Lick it off him,” I said. Michael shook his head.

“You made the fuckin’ mess, now fuckin’ clean it up! Lick it!” I pounded a fist into the base of Michael’s neck and his face went down, head-butting Scott.

“Every drop!”

I moved to the side of them to watch. Scott screwed up his face as his brother started licking my spoof off. His tongue was huge, like his fuckin’ brothers and it covered Scott’s face real nicely. I was in fuckin’ Heaven, man! Only a faggot would do that to his kid brother, no matter what I told him.

When he was done, I patted Michael on the head like a dog.

“Good boy,” I said. “Now both of you sit up.”

They sat up, backing kaçak bahis to the head of the bed like naughty fuckin’ school boys caught by the headmaster and waiting to be punished.

“Here’s how it’s gonna be. You, you double-crossing little cunt,” I said, pointing at Scott, “are gonna be my fuckin’ slave from now on. You’re gonna carry my bag at school, wipe my fuckin’ arse when I tell you, and do exactly what I say, got it?” I waited for him to nod.

“Good. I want the whole school to see just how fuckin’ sorry you are for what you tried tonight. From now on, every day you’re mine. Not once in a fuckin’ while after school in the park. Every fuckin’ minute of every fuckin’ day. If I ring you at night, you’re at my fuckin’ feet in 10 minutes, got it? It took me 20 minutes to walk here, so you can make it in 10. Right?”

He nodded again and I couldn’t help smiling.

“That oughta make you happy, you fuckin’ queer. Fuckin’ fantacising over me! All you fuckin’ faggots are the same. Treat you like shit and you come back for more. Well, you’ve got your fuckin’ fantasy now, Scottie-boy, only you belong to me, not the other way around.”

I looked at Michael, starring at him hard to freak him out. I couldn’t believe he was nearly fucking 30 years old, man. Sitting there like that, all bloodied and scared, made him look as pathetic as his fuckin’ kid brother.

“Alright. Now you.” I said. “You didn’t know any better – only what your fuckwit brother told you, so I’m gonna let you off light. Can’t say I’m not fuckin’ fair. From now on, you’re gonna do all the fuckin’ homework I give slave-boy here to take home for me. If I don’t pass this fuckin’ year and next, then you’re dead. You’re gonna let him come to me whenever I fuckin’ call, don’t matter what time or when, and if I ever want something else from you, you’re gonna fuckin’ give it over when I say. Got it?”

“And what makes you think I’ll do that?” he said, still trying to act tough.

“‘Cause I’m the one with the bruised throat and hickie on my fuckin’ neck. I’m the one with the ripped clothes and the cum on my cock. And ’cause everyone knows that I’m not a faggot and was coming here tonight. Who do you think the fuckin’ cops will believe?”

“That’s blackmail,” he said, but I could see it in their eyes that they were shit scared I was right.

“That’s right,” I said smiling. “It’s blackmail, and you’re gonna fuckin’ pay the ransom till the day you die, or spend the rest of your fuckin’ life in prison. Got it? I’m gonna go home now and make sure my old man sees the damage you’ve done, and tomorrow at school, I’m gonna tell them all that you attacked me when I came over to get Scott to help me with my homework. So if you think you can wait a few weeks and try anything, you can forget it, ’cause I’m gonna have plenty of witnesses.”

“You’re fucking mad!” he said to me. I didn’t want to hit him again, but when he said that, he deserved it, so I punched him in the mouth, splitting his fat lip open.

“Didn’t hear you,” I said. “What did you say?”

The pussy looked away and said nothing. I smiled at them real evil-like and grabbed what was left of my tank top and headed to the door.

“I’m going out the front now,” I said, looking back at them. “You better hope the neighbours aren’t looking out there window, huh? You wouldn’t want me to get any more witnesses, now, would you?”

I walked out the door and fuckin’ grinned and laughed the whole way home despite my sore neck. It was a huge fuckin’ victory that night, and a challenge I thought I was gonna loose for a while. There’s a first time for every thing, but I never loose in the end. I always win eventually and it’s the cool fuckin’ challenges like that one that really make it worthwhile.

Total domination and total control is how I like it, and that’s exactly what I got. Like that cocksucking football coach, Agliadis, Michael was way older than me, but I still managed to fuckin’ take him down and make him respect me.

That’s what its all about, see? Respect. They all fuckin’ want my bod, but sometimes you gotta make them respect you too, ’cause they forget that I’m not just a piece of fuckin’ meat or some wimpy fuckin’ school kid push over. I’m a tough fuckin’ dude with heaps of people who want to be just like me. And I’m un-fuckin’-stoppable, just how I like it.

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Birthday Dunk Tank Fantasy

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Last Week:

“So, what do you want for your birthday?”

My boyfriend was looking at me with his eyebrows raised. I could get lost in those blue eyes and long blond hair. He can pretty much make me do whatever he wants. Not that I mind. But maybe something different for such a big day.

He tries again. “Earth to Johnny…come in Johnny!”

“Umm, what?”

“Your birthday! You turn a quarter of a century. What do you want?”


I start unbuttoning David’s shirt in my mind. But then, I can do that for real any day. Our roommates, however. Hmmmm….!

“I want my own private carnival.”

David tilts his head down toward me. “But you only ever do one thing at any carnival.”

“Yeah, so the four of us can do it in the back yard.”

David tilts his head to the side and starts grinning.

“Okay, so I’ll get it set up.”

As he turns to go, I call out, “Wait, there’s something else.”

David turns around and lifts one eyebrow.

“I want ALL POWER!!!!” I add what I hope is an evil grin to that remark.

“Uh huh, and what does that mean?”

“I’ll write it down for you. You can go over it tonight with the twins.”

See, the reason that’s funny is because George is a tall, skinny African-American male while Kay (I’m not really sure how to spell or pronounce his real name, but I know it has a “k” in it) is a short and stocky Samoan. We’ve been calling them the twins since they moved into the house with us.

“I wasn’t planning on including them,” whined my favorite Prussian.

I made an attempt at the power stare David uses on me. He smirked.

“‘ALL POWER!!!,’ I said.” I ramped up the power stare. He ramped up the smirk.

“Okay, it’s your turn, and your birthday.”

Later that night:

George stops me as I walk through the kitchen and brandishes my instructions in my face. “Dude,” he says, “you know, Dave would do this anyway without any pressure.”

I put my finger on his forehead and run it slowly down his nose. “My birthday, my fantasy. He’d better act like he’s mortified.”

As my finger runs off the end of George’s nose, he tries to bite it. I jerk it back instinctively, then wag it at him. “Uh uhh, not unless you want to be punished too!!!”

George thinks for a second. Then he grabs my fist and shoves my finger into his mouth…..

Today, my birthday, in the hottest part of the afternoon:

“Can I go out now? I’m supposed to have ALL POWER!!!!, after all.”

David peeks out the window, and replies, “No, you should go get a drink of water.”

“Isn’t that a bit redundant Dave?” He smiles.

“Give them five minutes. I’d better go change too.” He runs upstairs. I make my way slowly to the kitchen and get a drink of water, counting the seconds. I saunter back to the sliding back door and resist the urge to peek myself.

Finally, I hear a knock on it. “Count down from 10.” That was Kay’s voice. I hear him running away.

“10, 9, 8, 7, aw fuck it.”

I open the door.

The height of the privacy fence all around has been extended by canvas banners. They were homemade — solid white originally with graffiti and birthday wishes spray painted on. Streamers were running all over. There was a Spiderman bounce house — not what I asked for but certainly within the decorating parameters. And in the center — a dunk tank.

Taller than the run-of-the-mill easy-dunker. Flat clear plastic front so you can see into the water. Random Greek letters behind the target. George and Kay were in matching white t-shirts and athletic shorts, standing behind a table with softballs and a cash drawer. They both had hangdog expressions on their faces, occasionally stealing glances at the moon bounce.

I hold up my hands in a “T” sign to signal a timeout from the fantasy. “Wow, you guys outdid yourselves. What’s the moon bounce for?”

“In case anyone wants some privacy.” George winked as he said this, and Kay sniggered. I smiled in appreciation and undid the timeout. They went back to looking depressed.

“So, pledges, how come that seat is empty?”

Geo & Kay look at each other, then at me. George answers, “Sorry, sir, but our brother didn’t show up.”

“And why aren’t one of you up there?”

Kay answers, “Sorry, sir, but the President told us to stay at the table until he comes back and tells us something else.”

“But it’s hot, don’t you want to cool off?”

George answers, “Yes, sir, but we have to stay here.”

“And aren’t you losing money by not having someone up there.”

Kay answers, “Yes, sir. Are you offering?”

“No, but I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you, sir,” they both answer.

Then I hear the sliding door again. I turn around. There stands my Prussian in a charcoal suit and red bow tie. His hair is immaculate. He even put on dress shoes. I call another timeout and run up to him.

“You are so hot!”

“Yeah?” he replies, “did bahis firmaları I dress right?”

“Here, let me check.” I walk over and put my hand on his chest. Sliding it under the coat but over his right breast I feel nothing underneath the white shirt. I lean to his ear, “mmmhhh, check.” Withdrawing my hand from his coat and shoving it down beneath his belt buckle, I glance back at Geo and Kay. They are making use of the timeout to do some groping too.

I find the fly of David’s tighty-whitey and worm my way through to his flaccid dick. He gasps. I cup his balls, then pull the entire package through the fly. Dave groans a little. I take his entire ear into my mouth and blow warm air on it.

Not flaccid anymore.

I slowly pull my hand out, rubbing his dick as I go, as if I am going to start jacking him off, but instead I pull the hand all the way out.

“Yes, that’s exactly how I want it. TIME IN.”

I glance at the twins; they hurriedly retract from each other and stand at attention. I hear Dave swear behind me. When I turn back, he seems to be wincing a little from the awkward position I left his member at. “What did you say?” I shout at him.

“Nothing, sir.” He winces again.

“I’ll remind you, buster, you’re already on thin ice. Get over here.”

I drag him by his lapel to the table. He stumbles along behind me. “I think I have the answer to your problems, kids.” Geo & Kay both look up at me, then at him. Of course, this is all scripted (by me) but they are playing along like champs.

Dave looks at me. “What do you mean?”

“Well, you see that booth, there?”


“They need someone to sit in it.”

Two beats. “And you want me to get someone for them?”

“No, stupid. Try again.”

Two more beats. “And you are going to go up there and have me throw.”

“Three strikes and you’re dead, dude.”

Two beats, a big sigh, and his face falls. “And you want me to go up there.”

“Bingo! Give that man a prize. So what are you waiting for?”

Dave turns to leave. I grab his arm. “And where do you think you are going?”

“To change, sir, so I can get wet.”

“Not a chance dude. Go up there like you are!”

David looks at me, then down at his suit. Then he looks at me again. “You can’t be serious!”

“Dead serious. Remember what you just did. It’s payback time.”

He looks up at the seat, swears again, and then says, “Alright, where do I go?”

George grabs David’s wrist and takes him to the ladder on the side of the tank. Kay turns to me.

“That’ll be five bucks, please.” He holds out his hand as if to take my money. I grab the bottom of his hand so he can’t pull it away, then spit into it. I look up for a reaction. He takes his hand, shoves it down his shorts, and starts pleasuring himself. Then I notice David trying to adjust himself before he climbs the ladder.

“Hey! None of that now. Climb up just the way you are!”

Dave swears again but starts climbing. George raises an eyebrow at Kay, who is still in his own little shorts, umm, I mean world. Then George comes back and hands me some softballs. “Let me help you with that,” he says to Kay and reaches for Kay’s shorts.

“Hey! None of that from you right now. Plenty of time for that later.” By the time I look up, Dave is on the seat above the water. He’s grinning, but changes it to a grimace when he sees me looking.

The target is huge. There is a line right by the table, but then I do have “ALL POWER!!!!” I walk up to about two yards from the target. Dave starts protesting.

“Hey, that’s too close. No way. Back off. That’s not fair.”

I stick my tongue out at him, like a child.

He fakes an orgasmic moan.

As soon as his eyes close in ecstasy, I throw. Can’t miss at that range.

Clang — splash.

It takes a few moments for the bubbles to clear, but once they do I have a great view of my beautiful Prussian in the water. He puts his face above the top of the tank and grabs the protective fencing above that. The rest of his body is pressed against the Plexiglas. “Okay, thanks. I feel better now. I’m gonna go home and change.”

“Not a chance, bud. Get back up there.”

More swear words. Lots of sloshing and dripping. When he settles himself comfortably on the seat I turn to the twins. They’re grappling again.

“Dudes, get over here.”

They disengage and run over.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for him to be wearing those shoes. Why don’t you take them off of him?”

“Hey, no, leave them on. I need those.”

But the twins have come up on opposite sides of the tank where there is no fencing, George by the ladder and Kay by the target. They pull his shoes off and dunk them into the water. Then, while both shoes are still full of water, each one gets tossed my way. The result is definitely not dry.

“Alright, you guys are gonna get it too.”

Dave perks up. “Good, can I get down kaçak iddaa now?”

“Yes,” I say, and throw the ball. Down he goes.

When he comes up he calls for another timeout. “Are we doing it right, boss?”

In answer, I grab both sides of his head with my hand and plant a big, sloppy, wet kiss on his lips — again redundant. Not sure how long this goes on, but I pull back when I feel water from his cupped hands running down my back. “Time in – get back up there! And take those socks off.”

Dave is laughing too hard to protest, but I let it slide this time. I think they are tickling his feet while they remove his socks anyway. He composes himself, pouts his lower lip, and whines, “Hey, you said I could come down.”

“You can,” I reply, and throw the ball again. Clang. Splash. Chuckling from the peanut gallery. And from me as well, to be honest. The Prussian climbs back up.

“I suppose you want my tie now,” he asks and makes toward undoing it.

“No — leave that on. I want the shirt this time. But leave the coat on.”

This puzzles them for a moment. But Geo and Kay go up either side of him again and gently work the bowtie out of the collar. It’s one of those pre-tied jobs that connect with a hook, or I don’t think this operation would have worked. Once the tie free, they rip Dave’s shirt, pulling it out from under his jacket in shreds.

“Aww, man! That was one of my favorite shirts.” Dave sticks out his lower lip again.

“Think about that next time you cross me, bud!” I wink and he smirks, but it happens fast enough not to need a time out this time.

“I’m sorry, sir, I’ll never let you down again.”

“No, but I’ll let you down.” Giving up the pretense of throwing, I just push the target this time.

When the bubbles clear, Dave starts to climb back up again, but I stop him. Calling the twins around to the front, I beckon Dave forward towards the Plexiglas window as well. “Off with those slacks!”

“No way, dude, I’ll get arrested!” The twins perk up. I don’t think they caught what I did while they were grappling before.

“Do it!” I shout.

Dave mumbles a blue streak of obscenity. Nevertheless, he unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his top button, and slowly unzips his fly. Pealing down the top of his slacks, he reveals his undies, dick proudly sticking out still where I left it. The “Pledges” completely lose it. The profanity degenerates to whiny groans and alligator tears. David gathers up the slacks, wads them into a ball, and then throws them into my face.

The twins fall onto the ground laughing.

“You idiot, I was about to let you out,” I lie. “But now, get back up there.”

David turns around and climbs back up. It’s rather entertaining watching his member swinging loose as he crawls back out on the seat. He pauses when his dick is most suspended and wiggles it a bit before climbing the rest of the way up.

“And you two!” The twins jump back up and compose themselves into attention again. “You’d better not let that happen again or you’ll find yourselves up there.” George puts his hand together like a prayer. Kay falls to his knees, putting his hands up in supplication, and both beg and plead not to be thrown into the briar patch. Dave breaks character and starts laughing.

“What are you laughing at?” Splash.

As David climbs up once more, I muse out loud, “what should come off next?”

Kay says, “the tie’ while George says, “the coat.” They start pleading for their chosen items the same way they had pled to be spared the dunking seat.

I wait for David to settle again, then hold my hands up. They all stop to listen for my pronouncement.

“The briefs it is.”

The twins cheer and before Dave can get up enough to remove them the twins grab his underwear and rip it to shreds as well. Some tickling also happens. It takes some time for everyone to stop laughing and get back into character.

Finally everyone stops. I am standing next to the target, the twins are in front of the Plexiglas, and Dave is wearing just the coat and tie. Technically, that’s all he needs to go to a fancy restaurant, I muse.

“I want my mommy!” he whines again and sticks his thumb in his mouth. I just lean a little to the right and my shoulder trips the target.

“Alright, out you come. And I’ll help you off with your coat so you don’t try and get me wet again.”

David climbs all the way out and meets me in front of the tank. I kiss him, then put both hands astride his naval. Slowly, I slide them up to his slightly firm pectorals, tickle his hard nipples for a moment, then over his shoulders, so that I can slide his coat backwards and off his body.

Looking straight into David’s eyes, I start with, “so, now that you know what’s going to happen…,” then soften to a whisper I move my mouth to his ear, “I hope you will keep that in mind.”

He turns his head so that he can answer into my ear, “Oh, I will sir, I will.” Then he bites kaçak bahis my ear, which I enjoy for a few moments. Then I straighten up. Geo and Kay have taken advantage of my distraction again.

“Hey, you two love birds, I warned you.”

They break apart and stand at attention again, grinning.

“Your turn. Get up there.”

“Who first, sir?” asks George?

“Both of you together.”

Fortunately, the bench seat on the tank is wide enough for two. They clamber up one after the other, settle in next to each other, and then look at me.

I station my naked Prussian right by the target, then get up in front of the Plexiglas. “Alright, you two. You can’t keep your minds on the task, and you can’t keep your hands off each other. So let’s see it.”

“Umm, see what?” asks Kay.

“PDAs, dummy. Start kissing.”

I don’t have to ask them twice. Hands all over chests and tongues all over the inside of cheeks. I kind of wish the seat was wide enough that they could blow each other, but unfortunately, it isn’t.

“Too G-rated. Off with the shirts.”

Kay slides his hands up inside the hem of George’s shirt and lifts it up over George’s head, taking the opportunity to bite his arm-pit hair while George’s arms are up. The resultant laughing, tickling, wrestling, etc. almost make them lose their seats. Then instead of removing Kay’s shirt, George rips it off — leaving just the collar of the t-shirt around Kay’s neck.

Without prompting, they resume kissing and groping.

“Too PG-rated. Grab each other’s dicks.”

George grabs Kay’s bulge and starts massaging it. Kay, on the other hand, slides his hand behind George’s waistband and starts messing with his privates “in private.” Kay’s approach is much more effective and George starts moaning, closing his eyes, and forgetting his half of the deal. Kay is starting to enjoy the effect he is having on George and stops noticing what is going on around him. That’s when I look at Dave and nod.

Down go the lovebirds.

Up they come, spluttering and laughing, before they remember they are supposed to be protesting. Anyway, we’re getting near the end of the script and about time for the free-form party.

“Hey, guys, you’d better get out now.” Hmm, that was Dave, not me. We all three look at him quizzically. “I think you broke it.”

The twins look concerned and climb out. “What do you mean?” I ask.

“Well, sir, look at that.” He points to the seat as he resets it.

“I don’t see anything.” Except, perhaps, where he’s going with this. The twins are standing next to me by now.

“Well sir, take a closer look. In fact, you may need to climb up there to see it.” He grins.

“Okay, but stand by the target and make sure nobody pushes it while I’m up there.”

“Absolutely, sir, you can count on me. Uh-huh. No doubt about it.”

As I climb up the ladder, the twins are half watching, half peeling off each other’s last stitches of clothing. I test the water with my fingers. With all the hot stuff I’d been watching, I hadn’t even noticed how hot I had gotten in my jeans and oxford shirt. Nothing else – going commando.

I turn around before sitting down on the plank and enjoy the view. The banner over the back door of the house reads “Happy 25th Birthday, Johnny!” The rest of the decorations were colorful and festive. The extra privacy of the banners around the fence makes me feel safe from prying eyes and police calls. The smile on David’s face makes me feel all mushy inside. I guess it’s time for me to feel like that on the outside as well.

“I still don’t see it.”

“Well, come sit over here and I’ll point it out to you.”

Three hot, naked men, one wearing only a bowtie, were looking me up and down while I placed myself on the seat. I took my time settling in, and delaying the inevitable for added tension. Finally, I asked, “and what am I supposed to be seeing again?”

“This!” said Dave, and he pressed the button.

There is nothing quite like the exhilaration of a first dunk. The water came rushing up to my face, and suddenly all the world was muffled. The heat dissipated from my skin. The sloshing water nudged me around. I put my nose up to the Plexiglas and made a face, but hadn’t taken much of a breath beforehand so I had to come up out of it again.

Standing up straight, I fired a look at David. He looked back at me with as straight a face as he could muster and said, “I think you fixed it, sir. Thanks.”

Fantasy fulfilled, I climbed out without another word. The Prussian ripped the buttons off my shirt as he pulled it off. But the jeans were so tight he had to peel them down. By the time I was naked, the twins were not to be seen, but Spiderman seemed to be dancing.

“So?” David asked me.

“Perfect,” I replied.

“I don’t think I can wait much longer. Should we go inside?”


“Should we do it right here?”

I put my finger to my chin as if I was thinking about it, then shook my head and nodded toward the bounce house.

Cottoning on, he looked there too and asked, “dogpile?”

After waiting two beats, I said, “let’s roll.”

And off we went.

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Bisexual Journey Ch. 02

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Bi-sexual desire has a way of sneaking up on a man and hitting him from the blind side. My junior year in college I was at the pub with “our gang,” and came to sudden recognition that Bryan Colter was beautiful. That night it really hit me. Bryan was a beautiful young man. I couldn’t take my eyes off his face, the lively animation, the sparkle of his eyes and smile, and I wanted to kiss him.

I had known him for a few months. He was very popular with the girls, and was seriously attached to one. In fact, I was too, in love with a girl I thought I might some day marry. She sat beside me the very moment I felt that surge of desire to kiss Bryan. Memories of Andy, and after three years my first serious dislocation, with my woman sitting beside me.

From then on I began to look at Bryan with a single focus of kissing his lips and making love with him. He betrayed no hint he was bi or gay, but he was not a homophobe either. In short, until proven otherwise, he had the status of possibility for me, and I began a stealthy, calculated, extremely patient seduction. I gave him exclusive attention in the midst of general chatter, lingering and infatuated eye contact. I cut him from the herd as often as possible to be alone with him. In time I made “dates” with him, for coffee, a beer, cram studies for exams. In the way of college life we became very close buddies. Once, after my planned “date,” we left a bar in a tipsy state, laughing like crazy over accumulated jokes and fun of the night, and on the corner of our parting ways we did that impulsive hug that society allows drunken men. It was a full frontal, tightly clasped hug, body to body, and a perfect night cap to our evening. For we both were sober enough for the body to body hug to leave an imprint on his sub-conscious, and a deep imprint on my full awareness.

Bryan became a regular visitor to my apartment. Our conversations had wide range and free flow. We eased into intimate details of sex with our girls. We drifted into the topic of gay boys on campus, which seemed to be a large number. Bryan admitted some curiosity about cock sucking, specifically the reason for doing it. What makes a guy want to? Curious, but something he couldn’t see himself doing.

“I wouldn’t even know how to go about it,” He said.

“I could teach you if you like,” I said.

The penny dropped. The line in the sand. Make or break. Bryan gave me a stunned look. “You’ve… you’ve done it?”

“My senior year in high school. My best buddy. A discovery by pure accident, but after a few repeats I learned how to go about it. He was my first and last. No other guy since him.”

“That’s the last thing I would have imagined about you.”

“No one else in the world knows, except you now. I trust you to keep my secret as deeply buried as I do.”

“Of course. You can trust me on that.” He suddenly seemed very wobbly, disoriented. “You sucked his cock?”

“Several times. Swallowed his cum.”

“You like it then.”

“It was an extremely exciting and enjoyable experience. Two eighteen year old boys who had never had a homosexual fantasy suddenly discovering the miracle of it.”

He gave me a long steady look, and there was no censure at all. His look was filled with wonder. “I admit I have wondered about sucking a cock from time to time. I doubt I have the nerve to do it.”

I gave him a warm inviting smile and left the ball in his court. I had planted the seed and I could do no more than wait to see if it would sprout and grow. I was certain his “curiosity” was far greater than he was letting on.

In following days my revealed secret proved no damage to our relationship. Instead, Bryan was even more sunny and vivacious, and some of his smiles, saved exclusively for me, had a flavor of knowing mischief.

One evening he called my cell, said he was at loose ends, and if I was free he would drop over. Free as a bird. What time? Around seven. I timed my shower for around seven. When he knocked I went towel wrapped and dripping to the door. “Just got back from the gym,” I lied.

Gym. Shower. Guy thing. I dried off in the door way of my bedroom, while doing innocuous conversation with him in an easy chair in the sitting room. Acting totally unselfconscious of my nude exhibition. Typical guy thing. He gave prolonged glances to my body, with unconcealed admiration and possibly envy. I am not muscle bound, but I am well toned and defined, and I’m very well hung. Many girls had said so, in an honest variety of direct and cryptic ways,

I went into my bedroom and dressed in gray cotton gym pants and black T-shirt. I left off underwear. A strong intuitive sense was telling me my seed had sprouted and had emerged into sunshine. I fixed us vodka and tonics, stiff ones, and took a chair in the sitting room. Bryan really was at loose ends. Nervous and uncertain. Our chit chat was so irrelevant to anything outside the moment it only filled gaps in broken time. I sat low in my chair with my ankles crossed, legs angled to the floor, and Bryan kept bahis firmaları glancing at the bulge of my cock and balls ballooning up under the soft gray cotton.

Finally he took a deep breath and said, “You said you would be happy to teach me how to go about it… with a guy.”

Our eyes locked. “Very happy. We are buddies, Bryan, close buddies. We like each other a lot. You are extraordinarily beautiful in my eyes, if you will allow me to say so. Do you find me physically attractive?”

“Well… yeah…I guess.”

“That’s the starting point. Physical attraction, sexual attraction, the chemistry of desire.”

“You are very good looking. Attractive.”

“Is tonight the night? Have you made the choice? Do you want me to show you how?”

“I think so. I’ve thought about it a lot. That’s about all I thought about for many days. That’s why I called you and came over. I’m scared half out of my wits. I have no idea what to do.”

“What would you do with a girl you were hot for at the right time and place?”

He silently reviewed all the common details of first encounter with a willing girl, and gave me a slightly puzzled look.

“It’s really the same, Bryan. Boy girl. Boy boy. It’s basically the same.”

I stood and walked to him, took his hand and pulled him upright. “One step at a time,” I said. “If it can’t work for you, say stop at any time, and I will stop.”

I hugged him tightly against me. “Man to man. Body to body. Feel it. Like it. Want it.” I whispered in his ear. My cock grew long and rigid down the leg of my gym pants. He shied from the contact. I kissed his ears and neck with gentle lips and hot breath. He shivered like he was freezing, but his body was searing hot. He tightened his arms around me in a wild desperation.

“I’m going to kiss your lips,” I whispered.

He opened his blue eyes wide and blinked, and was incapable of doing anything else. I touched my lips to his and kissed him, my dream of the past weeks come true. He let it happen, then slowly yielded and fully engaged in the kiss, lips parting, tongue exploring, lost in the unimaginable wonder of kissing another male. The sexual excitement, the wholly unexpected thrill of kissing another boy. The kiss that says I want you, I desire you, but most of all says I accept you totally, all of you. The kiss that opens all other sexual doors. His cock got hard. He broke away with a gasp, eyes wide and glassy and dazed.

“Kissing another man is more exciting than you could have imagined, isn’t it?” I said.

“I couldn’t imagine any of this.” He gasped. “I’m lost. All my boundaries are gone. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Man to man sex. So different. So very exciting. I’m showing you the way. One step at a time.” I kissed him again, with hot desire and passion, my beautiful Bryan, and he melted into it and kissed me with the same ardor. Kissing the mouth of another male, feeling the hard cock of another male pressing his own. He made faint sounds of surrender out his nose, a man in passion with no more boundaries. We lip kissed and kissed ears and neck, back and forth, and time stood still. We kissed a long time, standing, sometimes lurching.

Sex is energy, and energy is heat. Sexual heat seared us both and made our minds reel and our lungs constrict and our blood surge in wild speed. And the ravishing excitement of a kiss, the meeting and joining of lips and mouths and spearing tongues and exchange of juices so natural in kissing a girl, was ten times more powerful in the lips and mouth of another young man. Because it was taboo.

“This is how two men go about making love. You want me to stop?”

“No. Teach me more.” He said that in broken, ragged breath, holding on to me for dear life.

“Take your clothes off. I want to see you naked.”



I went to the door and turned the dead bolt, to be on the safe side. I returned, and soon Bryan’s clothes and shoes and socks were in a heap on the floor and he stood naked.

“Bryan, you are so beautiful you take my breath away.”

I said that with full and spontaneous sincerity, for he truly was beautiful. As much so as any naked girl is beautiful. Just in the male version, that’s all. He was composed of perfectly proportioned parts – shoulders, arms, legs, torso. His white skin had a satin sheen in places, and not a blemish on any part. He tended toward slender. His stomach wasn’t ab defined, but there was that hint of wishbone running from his hip bones to his pubes that framed his flat belly. His body hair was so sparse it was detectable only in certain angles of glancing light. It was lighter than the sandy blond color on his head. His cock stood up at thirty degrees, and the sculptural beauty of it was stunning. A perfect cylinder, satiny white with a glistening mauve head, slightly larger than my memory of Andy’s. “Utterly beautiful,” I repeated. My words seemed to please him. He had kissed another male for the first time. That prepared him for a another male to gaze on his kaçak iddaa naked body and pronounce him utterly beautiful, for the first time.

I undressed with the speed of a magician conjuring a trick.

“My God you’re huge,” Bryan said, his eyes riveted to my standing cock, his breathing shallow, fascinated and fearful.

I took him in my arms again and he rested his hands on my shoulders. We gazed into each other’s eyes, mesmerized. The blue of his eyes took on a deep intensity, with a flood of pin point lights. The full length of our skin and flesh and hard bones slowly pasted together to spread a hot wash of physical and sexual sensations from our feet to our heads. Bare skin, man to man. Our erections trapped between us coming to grips.

“Kiss me,” I said.

It was an order, a request, a direction, an instruction to my student, and he obeyed without thought. He had lost all his cultural boundaries, and was spinning in a whirlpool of totally new experience. Sex with another male. He put his hands on the back of my head and closed his eyes and kissed me without reservation, totally into it, accepting, giving. He was mine.

I caressed his silky body within all my hand reach. His ass cheeks were round and solid. My hand found his cock and explored it. He whimpered and sucked my tongue. I was whirling with him in the vortex of experiencing sex with another male. I too had lost all my cultural boundaries. I was making love with a boy again. A boy just like me, in form and construction. We kissed a long time, until our knees grew weak.

“Sit down.”

He collapsed into the chair, panting, close to hyperventilating. I went to my knees and spread his legs.

“I have to kneel before the most beautiful cock I have ever seen,” I said. That was true, even though I had intimate knowledge of only one other besides my own. Brian’s was aesthetic perfection of length, girth, coloration. I licked his thighs and my tongue felt the blond downy hair not readily seen. I licked upward, slowly, wetly. His legs jerked and quivered.

It was all coming back to me in a rush, my experience with Andy. Like coming home after a long absence and forgotten scents all over the house going straight to your brain stem and announcing you are back home, this is where you grew up. I buried my nose in his pubic hair and the junctures of his inner thighs and balls and sniffed deeply the smell. I looked up at him. “The scent of masculinity,” I said. “Male groin. Cock and balls.”

“I hope I don’t stink!” he said with genuine misgivings.

“God no. All males have it, to some degree or other. Soap and water can’t wash it away. The scent of masculinity. It might be the most intense sexual smell there is. You’ll find out,” I added, his teacher, shaping his mind. I buried my nose in his crotch again and inhaled his aroma. “Your smell is so sexy it makes me dizzy.”

It really did. The smell of male crotch, olfactory essences of his cock and balls and pubic hair confined all day and now open to the air, a powerful aphrodisiac to my desire to taste his cock. I lightly held it at the base with three fingers. Pre-cum oozed from the tip. I captured the ooze in a tongue lap.

“Delicious,” I said. “You ever tasted yourself?”

“No. Never.”

More oozed out of him and I caught a dollop on my finger tip and brought it to his mouth. “Try it.” He stared at his own secretion on my finger tip with almost cross eyed reluctance. “It’s you. It want hurt you. Try it.” His tongue snaked out to sample. He made little short smacks to find the taste. He seemed relieved to find the taste of fluid from his balls rather neutral, whether or not delicious. I was teaching him, shaping his mind.

And mine. Andy was my foundation of knowledge, but he was now a shadow in memory after three years. Bryan was new and beautiful and I slipped the O ring of my lips over his mauve cock head and down the shaft with a genuine hunger. I engulfed his cock. Old familiarity became instant renewal. The taste, the shape, the bulk of his rigid meat filling my mouth, nudging the opening to my throat, opening my mind to that dreamy state of sucking cock, worshipping and adoring it. He fell apart. He jerked and quivered and buckled inward and outward. He was ready to cum.

I squeezed his cock base hard to suppress and reverse the momentum.

“Did my mouth feel good?”

“Oh hell yes! Better than any girl, ever.”

“Man to man sex is different. And very good. Once you learn and let go.”

His cock gradually subsided from that ready to burst ripeness, and I thought he could go for some more. I licked his shaft from bottom to top. He hissed and whimpered. I sucked it again, and after two or three progressions I took him all and buried my nose in his pubic hair, his cock head in my throat. Bryan thrashed in his chair and sucked in a loud hiss of air. I held there for a second or two before gag reflex propelled me back up and off with a wet pop smack sound. Three years since I had deep throated Andy, and it all came kaçak bahis back easily, naturally.

I stood and pulled his head close to my crotch. He was primed, and sniffed with his nose touching me at place to place. “The scent of man,” I said.

“Different from girls,” he said. “Sexy. Just as you said.”

“Are you ready? To make that choice? To cross that line? To know?”

“I want to hold it a minute. I have never had another cock in my hand before.”

He held it tenderly, like it was a fabulous treasure he studied minutely, in awe. My cock throbbed in anticipation, a live thing. He stared at it, absorbing the visual of shape and color, the heat of hard desire, the feel of the skin on his fingers. He was poised and still on a moment of frozen time within himself, like a boy on the high platform for the first time, steeling himself to spring into space and dive in the water thirty feet below. He launched, and there was no turning back He opened his mouth wide to take me in.

I knew well the onslaught of emotions and physical sensations that seized him then. The enormity of conscious choice and doing, the taste and texture and aromas, the bulk and heat – first cock suck. Deliberate choice of doing the forbidden. I knew so well. He paused to absorb it all, the sensory and the mental elements, his eyes tightly clinched, his jaws opened to the limit in a strain. He drew back.

“God. I’m not sure I can do this. You’re as big as a horse.”

“You did do it, Bryan. You crossed the line and took my cock in your mouth. It takes some practice, that’s all. Lick it with your tongue for now, get used to it. Make love to it, to give me pleasure.”

My words had good effect. “To give me pleasure” wasn’t something he had thought of. All the onslaught of emotion and sensory awareness was swallowed up in the enormity of unimaginable first experience of hard cock in his mouth. To give me pleasure was a different motive. Something he could do and wanted to do. That snapped the last threads of his inhibition, gave him permission to love my cock for my pleasure. He licked lovingly, explored all over, learning the shape, the taste. His saliva flowed to make it slick and slippery, and on sudden impulse he took the big head back into his mouth and sucked with new purpose. He choked.

“I’m no good at this.”

“Oh yes you are. You’re doing just fine. The pleasure you gave me was very sweet.” I pulled him out of the chair. “Let’s lie on the bed.”

We walked unsteadily to the bed. My arm around his waist in possession and control of beautiful Bryan who had come to me to learn. To test his overpowering curiosity. We fell onto the bed and interlocked our arms and legs in close physical, sexual embrace. He kissed me, entirely on impulse of minutes old discovery that kissing another boy was an essential part of having sex with him, of making love. Just as natural and rewarding as kissing a girl. Bryan without boundaries. He kissed me, possessively, passionately, in complete release and trajectory from an inner propulsion of desire that an hour earlier he didn’t know existed. I had shown him the way, and he had discovered himself, and me.

Our hands roamed, explored, caressed, made tactile communion with the warmth of skin and slopes and hills and valleys. Boy to boy. On my bed. Naked. Electric with sexual thrill. Engorged with want and need.

“I want you,” I said. “I want to pleasure you and take all you have to give me.”

I positioned myself to take the beautiful sculptural perfection of his cock into my mouth and I sucked him with devotion and a sense of privilege. It had been so long ago for me. I remembered – or fully realized for the first time – that sucking cock is an ultimate form of communication. Having him in my control was a part of it, but the larger part was a recognition of masculinity. His maleness was my maleness. He was feeling what I had felt many times. The gathering forces of his orgasm were the same as mine. I was him and he was me, in a fantasy circle.

I sucked him deep, up and down, with no gagging at all. Dreamy with want. He shattered into orgasmic parts, jerking, buckling, hissing and moaning, hunching, growing bigger and harder in my mouth. Communication and recognition. “Do it! I want you to cum in my mouth!”

He did. His cock head swelled larger and very tight. He yelled a horse strangled yell. My circling lips felt his cum pulse inside his rigid shaft as it shot from his balls into my waiting and wanting mouth. It was thick and clotted and pure by optimum health and vigor, and filling, and I swallowed repeatedly to swallow it all. He made a final jerk to expel the last of his cum, and I savored the clotted texture and incomparable taste on my tongue in that split second of identity before I swallowed it down.

Bryan lay flat, splayed, and gasping. I knew in a short while he would come back down to earth. That would be the dicey time. When he regained his rational faculties from the common world, how would he feel? Would guilt and remorse chill him? Would he want to dress and get the hell out of Dodge? I held his relaxing cock lovingly in my hand, claiming it, while I studied his face. His breathing came down to normal. He opened his shinning blue eyes to me.

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A Victorian Sex Fantasy Pt. 05

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Author’s Foreword: This is the fifth part of much longer story, if you haven’t read the previous parts, the story will make much more sense if you go back and start from the beginning. The first part is mostly background so its probably a bit boring, the sex gets started in the second part.

This story is in the form of a memoir written later in life by a man looking back on his sexual adventures. As such he has the advantage of being able to use knowledge acquired over time to describe things that at the time he probably didn’t have words for.

Warning, this part and future parts will be filled with explicit incestuous activity between participants who were initially reluctant but then became willing, all over 18 years of age. If fictional incest offends you, please don’t read this story. It is my intention to try and make this story romantic, I like romance in my sexual stories, where people care about each other rather than people who just use others to get off. I have set this story in a historical setting rather than the present for a couple of reasons: 1) I like historical novels; 2) It makes it more believable that people in their late teens and early twenties would be sexually innocent and that even older women who have been married and had children could be unaware of the rich variety that sex has to offer willing participants.

I will be interested in hearing from readers what you think about the story. Constructive criticism is fine but please no feedback about how terrible incest stories are, if it offends you, please don’t read this story. I do want to say this: this story deals with two very taboo subjects, initially participants forced into sexual activity but not someone forcing themselves on other people, and incest. Neither of these things are okay in real life, when they do occur they cause immense pain and suffering. So do not take this fantasy as something that would work in real life.

I want to thank dezurtdawg for the inspiration for this story. I found his story ‘What Goes Around Comes Around’, very hot, but from my personal prejudices, I didn’t totally like the fact the view point character initiated the forced sexual contact with his family and shared his family with his friends (they then had to share theirs in return). I decided I would bahis firmaları try to come up with a story where the ‘hero’ is truly forced into sexual activity with his family but doesn’t have to share them with any other males.

Chapter Six: Mamma and Gail

‘Move to the chair at the foot of the bed.’ the woman instructed Gail.

My sister Gail eagerly complied and put her arms and legs where she thought they needed to be to be strapped to the chair. Instead, the woman asked ‘Do I need to restrain you? Would you prefer to be free and will you be good and do everything I tell you?

It seemed like Gail couldn’t take her eyes off of Mamma’s pussy ‘I’ll be good, please, I’d like to be able to use my hands.’

‘All right. Now, lean forward and kiss your mother’s pussy.’

My sister quickly obeyed, planting a long slow kiss on the outside of our mother’s pussy.

‘Now, use your tongue and lick up your mother’s slit from bottom to top, push it in between her lips so you get lots of her juices.’

I saw my sister’s tongue come out and drag slowly but forcefully up our mother’s slit, the tip disappearing between her folds. Our mother moaned and her breathe came more harshly. When my sisters tongue reached the top of our mother’s slit, our mother jerked and moaned again and I assumed Gail tongue must have come in contact with Mamma’s clit. Gail’s tongue retreated to her mouth and I guess she liked what she tasted as she made a loud hum of approval.

‘Very good, such a good daughter licking her naughty mommy’s pussy clean of her juices. Did you like the taste?’

‘Yes. And it is such an intimate thing to do, it makes my pussy tingle knowing that I’m tasting both my mother’s juices and my brother’s at the same time.’

Do you see how wet her thighs and lower belly are? I want you to lick up all of your naughty mommy’s juices that she sprayed all over herself and your brother.’

Gail diligently applied herself to do as asked, taking several minutes to lick all over our mother’s upper thighs and lower belly humming appreciatively pretty much the whole time. It was interesting, the seam where Mamma’s thighs joined her hips, seemed especially sensitive, causing our mother to thrust her hips up and exclaim ‘No!, Please, that tickles too much!’

That kaçak iddaa seemed to delight my sister, she grasped our mother’s hips at the side and continued licking the seam on both sides of our mother’s groin, driving our mother around the bend, thrusting her hips up repeatedly and crying out in a strangled voice.

Finally, the woman called a halt to that to my mother’s relief. ‘Abigail you’ve tortured your mother enough, it time to go back to licking your mothers pussy slit. I’ll bet all that thrashing about has pushed out more juices for you to lick up. Use your fingers on each side of your mothers slit and spread her open so you can have a good look.’

Gail eagerly complied, seemingly fascinated with what she saw. She spent some time gazing at our mother’s open pussy.

‘See that bump at the top of the slit, that’s your mother’s clit, it is very sensitive and can bring a woman great pleasure but it is usually best to avoid it at first as until a woman is warmed up with other play, it can be too sensitive. Below that you will see the small hole that is her pee hole, below that is the important one, the entrance to her vagina. That is where she put your brother’s cock when she took his virginity. You can see his cum oozing out. I want you to lick up what is flowing down and then I want you to stick your tongue into her there as far as you can. Then put your mouth over the hole and suck as much of your brother’s cum from her as you can.’

The first couple of licks made Mamma moan, then when Gail’s tongue went inside and she started sucking she thrust up her hips again and exclaimed ‘Oh my, that is so naughty and feels so good.’ She must have been releasing quite a bit of fluid because I could hear slurping noises from my sister.

‘Is naughty mommy enjoying having her naughty daughter suck her son’s cum from her pussy.’

I watched as our mother shuddered again ‘Oh god, I’m cumming!’

This time I got to see it, as a stream of fluid shoot up into the air from my mother’s pussy. The first pulse of my mother’s squirting cum caught my sister’s face before she could pull back. The second pulse falling back onto her stomach and thighs. Gail immediately put her head back down and began licking it up. ‘Oh mommy, that tastes so good. Does that mean I made you cum?’

She didn’t get kaçak bahis an answer, it seemed our mother was so overwhelmed she couldn’t respond. Gail turned to the woman ‘Can I put a finger inside her to see what my brother felt when he was inside her?’

‘Let me see your fingernails.’ Gail put out her hand.. ‘Yes, go ahead, you wouldn’t want to hurt her with a sharp or broken fingernail but yours look fine.’

Gail slid a finger slowly into our mother’s vagina, it seemed to slide in easily so she must have still been well lubricated with our juices. ‘She’s so hot and wet inside and it seems like she’s sucking on my finger.’

Our mother roused a bit a this point, her eyes still closed ‘Daniel?’ I was flattered that her first thought of when rousing and feeling something in her pussy was of me, although my sisters finger didn’t come close to the dimensions of my cock.

‘No mommy, its your naughty daughter Gail. I’ve got my finger in you. Naughty mommy you just squirted all over my face and your stomach. Your juices taste really delicious. Just wait mommy, I’m going to go and give Beth and Cathy a taste of your juices.’ And she got to her feet and went to Beth who was closest. Her face dripping with her mother’s juices, she sank to her knees in front of Beth and pointing to the right side of her face said ‘Taste mommy’s juices, she tastes sooo good.’

Beth put out her tongue and eagerly licked the right side of Gail’s face ‘mmm, I like that. I can’t wait to have my mouth and tongue in her pussy like you did! Go give Cathy a taste.’

And Gail obediently got up and moved over to Cathy where she again sank to her knees. She didn’t even have to tell Cathy what to do, she immediately began licking the left side of Gail’s face, repeating Beth’s appreciative ‘mmmm’. Then to my delight, Gail turned her head and gave Cathy a full on open mouthed kiss, which made both of them moan.

All of this erotic activity was beginning to have its affect on me, my cock was beginning to fill again and rise from between my thighs. Watching my mother and Gail and then Gail with Beth and Cathy was just the most beautiful and exciting thing imaginable.

While activity between my sisters was going on, the woman had gone over to my mother and had released her from her restraints, helping her up (it looked like she needed the help) and then seating her in mother’s abandoned chair (after turning it to face us) where she slumped, for the moment exhausted, although I did see that her eyes were watching what her daughters were doing.

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Trigger warning: It gets intense as there is talk of rape and sodomy, and murder in the next two chapters. I PROMISE it ends in a happy ending for these two, they just have to get there. Thank you for those who are hanging in there so far, showing them love through your votes and comments. If you are starting here in Chapter 6 you missed their whole love story so please go back and start from the beginning. Also, you have my permission to skip this chapter if you don’t want to know what happens in Ireland with Jack and how Ethan is coping; and jump to their reunion in Chapter 7.


As Jack turned the corner into terminal 5, gate 28, he saw them: June, Henrietta and Mina. Henrietta saw him first and stood up and they followed her. Jack walked over and shook his head. “No.”

Henrietta said, “Too late. We’re all on the same flight. The Fraziers are going for a business meeting in Dublin. My schedule is jam packed for the next couple of weeks. That’s our alibi. What’s yours?” She raised her eyebrow.

Jack said, “I don’t need one. I don’t exist.” He showed Henrietta the passport under the name Jamier Edmin.

“That’s the stupidest name I’ve ever heard of,” Mina said.

Jack said, “Exactly. Common names actually stand out, like John Smith. No one will think twice about a weird name because so many people in the world have weird names.” He turned to June, “And you can’t travel under your name, it’s a dead giveaway.”

June rolled her eyes, “I’m not a complete idiot you know. I got my passport ages ago.” She showed her passport under her adopted name, Elizabeth June Frazier.

Jack shook his head again. “You can’t stop me.”

“We don’t want to stop you,” Henrietta said. “We want to help you.”

“So you don’t die,” Mina whispered and smiled.

“Your plan is substantial but poorly executed if it ends in your demise, with no more of a 15% probability of survival,” Henrietta said. “My plan is better.”

“Our plan she means,” Mina said. “Our plan ends with minimal bloodshed, none of which is yours.”

“It’s too late Jack. We’re all in this together,” June said. “And either we come back together or we don’t. I told you, you can’t protect me anymore, I’m not a child. But as adults, we can protect each other.” She reached out for a hug and he hugged her back.

“OK Etta, I’ll bite.” He said. “What’s this plan of yours?”

“Not here genius,” Henrietta said. “Dad has an old commercial property in Dublin that he’s been trying to sell for decades, it’s abandoned. We’ll set up shop there and use it as headquarters. Then we’ll talk.”


Ethan woke up the following Friday morning feeling numb. He was tired of all the mixed feelings he was feeling. And his apartment looked like shit. He had kept EJ home with him all week and been hibernating in for the last couple of days. He made the mistake of venturing out to Mass last Sunday morning and everyone was looking at him, pretending that they weren’t. But he tried to focus on what he was doing there, to say a prayer for Jack and his sister and cousins, and to keep EJ’s routine consistent.

And EJ was almost four years old so he knew there was an absence in his life. He asked this morning as he’s done every morning since last Friday, “Where’s Jack?”

Ethan simply said, “Jack went on a trip.” And he changed the subject as he has done before.

As soon as Mass was over on Sunday, he picked up a sleeping EJ and headed home. He heard his name called behind him, “Ethan! Ethan!” He turned to see Marie running toward him. She gave him a hug and he hugged her back with the one arm he had available. She held him by his waist and said, “Don’t give up on him, OK? I know he’s coming home, they all will. We just have to keep praying for them. You hear me, son? Don’t give up on him.”

She had tears running down her face and he had to wipe his own tears forming. He could barely talk, but he nodded and hugged her back, and walked quickly back to his basement apartment to be alone. This was why he avoided contact with people; he couldn’t control his emotions, especially the waterworks. Ethan is not a crier so every time they fall without warning it saddened him. And his poor family had no idea he planned on not coming back at all. What an asshole, he thought.

It had been a full week since Jack left him standing in front of the Inn and he was back to being angry. Not just angry at Jack but angry at this whole ordeal. It was drama. Drama that he didn’t need in his life and just didn’t want anymore. He needed a sense of normalcy in his life again, and it starts today. He got up, dropped EJ off at school, and came back to the Inn. He didn’t speak to Stacy when he left but as he came back in she called him.

“Ethan.” He turned to look at her. She said, “Just…don’t worry about things up here, I got this. Take care….take care of yourself. We’re all worried…so I just don’t want you to worry about what’s happening up here. OK?”

He smiled at her. “Is this your way of asking canlı bahis for a raise?”

She smiled widely. “Well…now that you mentioned it….”

“Thanks Stacy. I couldn’t do any of this without you. The Inn is just as much yours as it is mine,” he told her. She came around the counter and ran up to hug him, which he allowed.

Then she asked him, “Are you OK? Because Liam is not OK. Not at all. I’m so worried about my brother, and you.” She had so much concern in her voice that he had to tell her the truth.

“No, I’m not. So thank you for taking care of things that I just can’t right now. I really appreciate you.”

She nodded. “Ok. My two favorite men are hurting right now and I just wish I could help you both, or at least take your pain away.” She had tears in her eyes. He was so sick of people crying around him, that was not helping him get over Jack at all. He looked over her head when he spoke.

“You’re doing great, Stace. I promise. Thank you.” He hugged her again.

He went downstairs and looked at his dishes piled up in the sink, laundry piling up in the hallway, bathroom unclean, and his room that had Jack’s stuff still all in it. He was proud of himself for not drinking, but this depression shit is for the birds. He was officially over being sad. He put on No More Drama by Mary J. Blige on repeat, started in the kitchen and worked his way down.

Broken heart again/Another lesson learned/Better know your friends/Or else you will get burnt/Gotta count on me/Cause I can guarantee that I’ll be fine….

He filled the dishwasher, and scrubbed the sink, bleached down the counter tops and sink, swept and mopped the floor and pulled the garbage from the bins to put by the doorway. He put Jack’s mug on the counter along with his water bottles and bottles he uses for his morning shakes. Dining room next.

No more pain/No more pain/No drama/no more drama in my life/No one’s gonna make me hurt again

He packed all the mail into a pile to go through later and wiped the table down. He swept the dining room all the way into the living room, then started packing EJ’s toys into the toybox. He took off the slip covers from the couch cushions to add to the growing pile of laundry in the hallway, then took the vacuum out of the front closet to vacuum the sectional rug. Then he wiped down the TV and TV stand, taking a thick layer or dust off the top.

Why’d I play the fool/Go through ups and downs/Knowing all the time/You wouldn’t be around/Or maybe I like the stress/Cause I was young and restless…

Ethan swept the hallway and made three piles of dirty clothes: whites, brights and darks, just like his mother taught him. His mother had been calling him every day for the last week and he has been avoiding her calls, and texting back only: I’m fine, mom, do not come here. Her and Marie have gotten really close in the last year so he knew they had been talking and she knows he is not fine. But what could he really say to her? He started the laundry with colors so he could put the cushion covers back on first.

No more tears/ I’m tired of crying every night/No more fears/I really don’t wanna cry/No drama, no more in my life….

Ethan went into the bathroom and scrubbed the tub first, then the tile walls. He wiped down the sink and wiped the mirror clean, then scrubbed the toilet. He took out Jack’s razor, toothbrush and other items and moved them to the bedroom. Then he came back and took out the overflowing garbage to the front door, and swept and mopped the floor. It was Jack’s turn to clean the bathroom but he’s not here now, so Ethan has to do it all alone.

No more drama in my life/I don’t ever wanna hurt again/Wanna speak my mind/wanna speak my mind…

He saved his room for last, for a reason. He emptied out a bin of books he had and started pulling Jack’s clothes from his drawer. He packed Jack’s clothes, sneakers, toiletries, books, CD’s and other miscellaneous items neatly in the bin, went to the kitchen to grab Jack’s mug and bottles to add it to the bin and closed it. Then he stripped his sheets and added it to the piles of laundry. He moved Jack’s bin to the front near the garbage he had pilling up.

Ooh it feels so good/When you let go of all the drama in your life/Now you’re free from all the pain/Free from all the game/Free from all the stress/to find your happiness…

Ethan swept his room clean, organized the items he had in his headboard bookshelf and put fresh sheets on the bed. He hadn’t changed the sheets since before Jack left because it smelled like him. He switched the clothes from the washer to the dryer, added another load, then started taking the trash out one bag at a time. He tried to ignore the fact that Jack’s truck should be here any moment now to take away the trash, but Jack won’t be working on it.

He went back inside and saw that Jack’s bin was last. He picked it up. Then he put it back down. He leaned against the wall outside of the kitchen and closed his eyes.

I don’t know/Only God bahis siteleri knows where the story ends for me/But I know where the story begins/It’s up to us to choose/Whether we win or lose/And I choose to win….

Ethan opened his eyes, took Jack’s bin and put it in the front closet.


Henrietta had been following the car for about 45 minutes waiting for a moment to strike when Paul “Barney” Barnes turned down a tree lined street he typically takes to see his mistress, and when he did that’s when she knew it was time. She accelerated and ran her car into the back of his, hard. She sat in the car and waited. Barney jumped out, slammed his car door and went to look at the damage, then looked at Henrietta still sitting in her car holding onto the steering wheel, white gloves on her hands.

He was furious. She tried to look at scared as possible. Her heart was beating fast in anticipation. Barney started yelling at her in a heavy Irish accent, “You stupid cunt! Get out of the fucking car!”

She slowly pulled down her window halfway. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you slowed down.”

Barney said, “I didn’t slow down, you brainless cunt, you sped up.” Another car came behind Henrietta’s as Barney continued to berate her. “Fucking stupid American cunt. None of you can drive!”

Jamison got out of the car and walked over and spoke in a Galway accent, “Is there a problem?”

Barney spoke back in Galway accent, “Fucking stupid American cunt just rammed my car.”

“Wow, that’s no way to treat a lady. Where you raised in barn, Barney?” Jamison asked.

Barney was about to respond, but then realized he said his name. “How the fuck do you know who I am?” He started walking towards him. Henrietta slowly opened up her car door as Jamison aka Jack got his attention.

Jack said, still in character, “Oh I know a lot of things about you, Paul. I know your legal wife stays on Wellington, while you’re currently driving to your other wife, Lisa. I know her son hates you, told me so himself in the chats. But he doesn’t say anything out of fear you’ll hurt him or his mum. But I told him, he won’t have anything to fear anymore real soon. He’s not going to be afraid much longer.”

Barney was almost in front of Jack. He said, “Yea boy? Why is that?”

Henrietta stabbed Barney in the back of his neck with a syringe filled with ketamine and chloroform. Barney hollered, swung backwards hitting Henrietta in the face and she fell down. He started walking towards her but the effects of the drug started kicking in. He stumbled a bit, then dropped to his knees, clutching the back of his neck. His vision blurred.

Jack walked up to him and bent down and said, “Sean won’t be afraid of you anymore, because I’m going to take care of his problem and make you disappear.” Jack stood up and kicked him over. Mina and June jumped out of the backseat of the car Jack was driving, also wearing white gloves. The four of them dragged Barney into Jack’s trunk, then Henrietta and Mina got into Barney’s car and drove it closer to Kilnamanaugh, where Barney was headed.

June moved the car Henrietta was driving into the wooded area as far as it could go, then wiped everything down with bleach and ammonia, even though they all wore gloves, and left it there. Since Jack paid for the used car in cash, it couldn’t be traced to anyone. June got back in the car with Jack and they drove to the warehouse next to the river in Terenure.

The drove around to the docks ramps, entered the back way and locked the gate behind them. They sat in the car and looked at each other. He said, “You OK so far?”

“Yea,” June said. “It was scary, but I’m OK.”

“You can go back to the hotel. You don’t have to do this part with me.”

“No, I want to stay,” June said. “I know you are going to ask him questions and I want to know the answers too.”

Jack said, “Okay.” He pulled a gun from the glove compartment. “Keep this on you at all times. Just in case.”

June was not afraid of guns, Uncle Henry taught them both to shoot, but she hesitated. “I’m not going to take a life Jack.”

“I would never ask or want you to do that. I’m saying, if something goes wrong, you have the means to protect yourself.”

“Okay,” June said, and took the gun from him. It was heavy and loaded. She leaned back on her seat and sighed, stared straight ahead into the empty room. It used to have wood paneling but someone stripped it and it was broken pieces of wood everywhere. This is where they would find their answers.

Jack looked at her and again asked, “You sure you are OK?”

June said, “Yea. Just…thinking about Liam.”

Jack grew stiff, shifted in his seat and faced forward. “You better not have called him!”

“No! Of course not!” They were silent for a moment. The last thing Jack needed right now was to be reminded of home. Of him.

June started gently, “Jack-“

But Jack knew where she was going with this conversation and yelled, “NO!” He jumped out the car, slamming bahis şirketleri the door before she could say his name and try to talk to Jack about the one thing he refused to talk about. It was bad enough Ethan was his last thought every night before going to sleep, he and EJ both his first thought waking up every morning.

Interestingly the nightmares he was having while laying beside Ethan have stopped, replaced by dreams of he and Ethan together. He had been in Dublin about a week and a half and every night he saw Ethan’s face. Sometimes reliving moments they have had together; the first kiss and how they laid together holding hands; the first time Ethan made him holler incoherently in bed; Ethan showing Jack how to make pancakes from scratch; the first time they made love without protection; the first I love yous; the last I love yous.

Other times it was dreams of a life they could have had together: A house full of kids living in Greenwich in a mansion by the water; three little girls running around a restaurant as an older Ethan and Jack talked to a younger couple they called “baby gays” about their experiences; making love at sunrise on someone’s beach somewhere. It was almost like a different kind of nightmare, these dreams, and he woke up every morning in tears, his entire chest in so much pain every day.

Then he would go for a run and push those feelings and thoughts all the way down, and focus on what he needed to do. Right now Ethan’s face came to his mind and he needed it to stop. He closed his eyes and stretched, took some deep breaths and slowly exhaled to calm down. Jack was not someone who allowed his emotions to control him in intense situations, and he wasn’t going to start now. He needed to be focused on the task at hand.

He heard the side door open and that got his attention. Mina and Henrietta came through, locking the door behind them. Jack said, “Lets do this.” It was time to begin.

The four of them dragged a heavy Barney out of the trunk, who was still knocked out. They raised him into a chair, tied his feet to the bottom and hands behind his back with wire. Jack said, “Wake him up.”

Mina pulled out another syringe, this one filled with adrenaline. “Who knew this nursing degree I’m getting would come in handy?” She joked.

She popped up a vein and shot him with the needle. Barney yelled awake. He looked around at the four faces in front of him, and tried to move around but realized he was bounded. He yelled, “What the fuck do yer think yer doing!? Do yer know who the fuck I am!?”

Jack said calmly and in his Irish accent, “Yes. You’re the man who raped and killed my mother.”

Barney eyes narrowed and he said coldly, “I’ve raped and killed a lot of cunts, lad. You’re gonna hafta narrow it down.”

Jack nodded, giving him a small smile. “Betsy Redmond. Jamie Redmond’s wife.”

Barney’s mouth opened in shock, then he started laughing. “You’re Red Jamie’s son! Ha! I knew it! I told Danny. I told’em, yer were alive, to keep looking, but he said to let it go. You and yer sister. Which one of the lovely ladies behind yer is it? The cunt who rammed me, innit?”

“No, you piece of shit,” Henrietta said nastily.

Barney laughed. “Doesn’t matter which one, yer all gonna be dead cunts soon enough.”

“Well see about that,” Jack said. “In the meantime, it’s story hour. Why’d you do it? Why did Danny order the hit? Why did they have to die?”

Barney laughed again. “Yer got balls on you son. Just like Jamie. Yer look like him you know? A real black Irish if there ever was one. Yer should know I hated him. He always thought he was better than everyone, the smartest one in the room. Just like you right now. Thinking yer gonna get away with this. But yer won’t. Just like Jamie, yer aren’t a killer. But yer probably a rat and a sneak. Yer probably wearing a wire right now, trying to get me to confess. Well fuck off little Jamie.” He spat at him.

Jack took off his shirt and tank top, revealing his bare chest. He got closer to Barney and said quietly, “I’m not wearing a wire.” He pulled his gun out from the back of his pants, holding it down to his side, finger on the trigger. “And I’m not Jamie. I’m Jack. You’ll do well to remember that.”

Barney smiled. “Looks like Danny should have kept yer around, raised yer as his own.” He laughed but it was cut short as Jack raised his gun, turned it around and hit Barney across the face three times with the butt of it. June covered her mouth and turned to Henrietta’s chest who hugged her. Mina watched in fascination.

Jack said in a calm voice, “I asked you, why did Danny order the hit? What happened?”

Danny coughed and spit out blood and a tooth. “Fuck, yer aren’t Jamie.” He laughed and smiled a bloody smile at Jack. “Yer know nothing. Spent the last twenty years crying about yer traitorous father and slut mother. They got themselves killed!”

“How? How did they get themselves killed?” Henrietta asked, still holding June.

“By being traitorous, yer stupid cunt!” Barney spatted. “Did yer not just hear me? He betrayed the Family. The Family that he was a part of. He was one of us, and he betrayed us.” Jack didn’t react to that knowledge but it surprised him.

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Getting on the bus with only a few minutes to spare, Jen rushed towards a seat at the rear. Not too many on the bus, but that was to be expected – it was the ‘red eye’. She threw her overnight bag and a small box on the seat beside her. Andy’s mom had sent a ‘care package’ for him – frozen spaghetti sauce, homemade cabbage rolls, chocolate chip cookies and chocolate peanut butter brownies to die for! Andy might never taste those brownies if the midnight munchies hit.

She was heading back up to college after having spent the weekend at home with her family. Andy would pick her up at the bus station in the morning. Hopefully she could catch some sleep overnight but her track record of sleeping on a bus was not good – all that jousling made it hard to sleep without getting car sick!

She had been reading for over an hour when she put her book down…if she didn’t try, she’d never get to sleep and be in no mood for fun the next day when Andy picked her up. A quick trip to the washroom and then she’d try to sleep. On route to the toilet, she passed just one girl sitting a few rows back from her. She looked up and smiled a groggy-kind of smile. Guess she’s not the only one who can’t sleep on buses.

Bus bathrooms were the worst – barely any room to move and constant movement as you try to sit down on the toilet! Adjusting her skirt as she left the bathroom, Jen looked up to see the pretty blond looking at her. She smiled, embarrassed to be caught adjusting her skirt in the aisle way. If the blond knew she had no panties on casino şirketleri underneath in anticipation of Andy’s pick-up, she’d be even more embarrassed!

As she passed by, the blonde said “Can’t sleep, either?”

“No” Jen replied, “The red-eye’s tough – hours of driving, too dark to do anything and too much jiggling around to catch any sleep.”

“Wanna join me? We’ve got a long ride.”

“Sure” said Jen “I’m Jen”

“I’m Tara, come sit down.”

Jen and Tara talked easily for hours. Jen stared at Tara. She was beautiful, and what a great body. Her breasts were supple and you could see the nipples pushing through the fabric of her blouse. You could see a small buldge below her nipple; she must be wearing a nipple ring. She looked up to see Tara smiling at her. “Yeah, they’re pierced. I like it. Makes me feel sexy.” Tara said. Jen smiled back.

It must have been 3 am and they were still chatting and giggling about all their people watching experiences. Jen told her about the last time she rode the bus home, the guy sitting in the row next to her had a hard-on for what seemed like hours….must have been a Viagra overdose! Tara told Jen about the couple she watched the last time she took the bus – “The way he rode his pretty girlfriend gave new meaning to ‘smooth bus ride'”The red-eye’s definitely the best opportunity to do it on a bus…not too many riders, low lights and seats that recline! You ever done it?” Tara asked.

“No, you?”

“A friend and I did some serious touching and casino firmalari groping one ride. We had to be discreet though, too many riders. My friend had a great body like you. Long legs and pretty little tits like you.” Tara added.

Jen blushed and grinned.

“Wanna play a little bit? No one’s around…” Tara said.

Jen smiled shyly at Tara and before she could answer, she felt Tara’s fingers near her clit. Tara laughed as she realized Jen had no underwear on. Her fingers moved swiftly into Jen’s vagina and a quick stroking rythym began. As Tara’s fingers pulsed in Jen’s clit, her other hand pushed up under her shirt and plucked at the perk nipple.

To spite herself, Jen let out a soft moan. She had never played with another woman. What was she doing? She was on her way back to the city. Andy would be picking her up in another couple of hours. But God, it felt incredible. Her excitement was mounting. With a few more strokes, Tara would have her cumming.

Tara fidgeted in her seat and stopped stroking altogether. Jen looked on bewildered. Had they been seen? Couldn’t be, the lights were all off… Before she knew it, Tara was kneeling in front of her, pushing Jen’s leg aside to get a better position. Her tongue delved into Jen’s twat and shear ectasy ensued!

It was amazing. Andy had given Jen oral sex before but something about doing it woman to woman…Tara knew just where to lick, how to thrust her tongue inside and hit all the right places. And when she sucked the tip of the clitoris, güvenilir casino Jen felt like she would explode. Her ass began thrusting and Tara kept her face in tight, licking and fingering until Jen came like never before. Tara looked up from between Jen’s legs, face wet with pussy juice and sweet saliva. Jen pulled her face upwards and kissed until she could experience the sweet taste of her own pussy.

As their lips parted, Tara asked, “Enjoying the ride?”

Jen replied “Best ride I’ve ever had. Shall we make it a round trip?” With that, she lifted Tara’s skirt and went down low. Her first pussy kiss…and on a bus! Jen learned quickly that it was just as good to give as to receive. Tara’s pussy was clean-shaven and sensuous. Jen’s tongue couldn’t keep out of the pretty little pussy. She watched as Tara came and came again.

Exhausted, Jen sat up beside Tara on the seat. It was getting light outside, they must have been at it for almost two hours. How was she going to tell Andy what had transpired? It was like a guy’s dream – two girls going at it in public! But even better, one of those girls was his girlfriend. He would never believe she had it in her.

The driver announced that they would be arriving at the station in 5 minutes. Jen smiled at Tara and said, “Thanks for the company. It made for a good ride.”

Tara looked over and said “The company was great. Next time, we should invite your boyfriend to join us. It could be fun.”

“Sure” said Jen “next time.”

The bus pulled in to the station. Jen could see Andy standing waiting and she waved.

“He’s hot.” Said Tara. “Whatcha doin today?”

Jen smiled.

As the two women got off the bus, Jen presented Tara and said “Andy, I brought you home the sweetest care package I’ve ever tasted.”

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ESKİ DEFTERLER – Bölüm 12 – Sert Seks

“Devamı olsaydı, götümde patlayacaktım Buket’in” diye güldü Gökan. “ooo…” diye güldük hepimiz. Buket yavaşça Gökan’ın kucağından kalktı. Kalçalarını iki yana ayırınca kara deliğinin genişlediği belli oluyordu. Sibel hemen atladı Buket’in kara deliğine… Yalamaya başladı. Gökan ayağa kalkıp Buket’in dudaklarına uzanıp öpüşmeye başladılar. “Bu gece hepimiz tost olacağız anlaşılan” diye kikirdedi Selin dudağıma bir buse kondurup. “İsterseniz seve seve” diye güldüm elimi suyun altından kadınlığına uzatırken. Sibel küvetten dışarı çıkıp durulandı duşun altında. Sonra da Buket’i kolundan çekip Gökan’dan aldı. Onun dudaklarına yapışıp küvetten çıkardı ve duşun altına girdiler. Durulanıp öpüşe öpüşe salona doğru geçince biz de onları takip ettik. Sibel Buket’i çoktan sehpanın üzerinde domaltmış, kalçalarının arasına yerleştirmişti dilini ve dudaklarını. Parmakları da bir yandan kadınlığına girip çıkıyordu. Gökan ona doğru yaklaşınca Gökan’ın aletini yakaladığı gibi kendine çekip ağzına soktu. Güzelce yaladı. Gökan aletini Sibel’in ağzından çıkarıp yanındaki Buket’in kara deliğine yerleştirdi hemen. Birkaç kez gidip geldikten sonra onu kucakladığı gibi koltuğa oturdu hemen arkasındaki. Aleti çıkmıştı arada. Buket sapından tutup Gökan’ıın aletini kendi kara deliğine yerleştirip oturmaya başladı üzerine. Sonra geriye yaslandı. Sırtını Gökan’ın göğüslerine yerleştirince bacaklarını yavaşça havaya kaldırıp iki yana açtı. Bu kez Sibel ve Selin… ikisi birden Buket’in kadınlığına daldılar. Gökan alttan pompalarken bunlar Buket’in kadınlığını yalıyorlardı. İkisinin arkasına geçtim ve aletimi uzattım. Selin dönüp aletimi yalamaya başladı. Sibel ise Buket’i yalamaya devam ediyordu ki Selin aletimin başında beni çekti öne doğru. Sibel kenara çekildi. “Hadi Cenk, tost yapın beni..” diye inledi. Yavaşça girmeye başladım Buket’e.. Daha başı girmişti ki çığlık atmaya başladı. Kızlar koltuğun üzerine çıktılar. Ben girerken Buket’in kadınlığına, onlar göğüslerini emmeye, yalamaya ısırmaya başlamışlardı. Tamamını yerleştirmiştim. Birkaç kez girip çıktım. Son seferinde ben sokarken, Gökan yavaşça çıkmaya başlamıştı. Buket’ten derin bir “ohhhh” çıktı. Gökan ile tempoyu yakalayına Buket iyice zevke gelmişti. Kızların da göğüslerini ısırıp yalaması, Buket’i iyice çıldırtmıştı ki aletimin üzerinde sıklıka sıcak sıvılarının akışını hissediyordum.

Buket beni ayağıyla geriye itti aniden. İçinden çıkmıştım. Kızlardan ve Gökan’dan kurtulup üzerime atladı. Ata biner gibi aletimin üzerine oturdu hızlıca. Kendi kendini becermeye başladı. Sonra aniden kalktı. Koltukta şaşkın bir şekilde oturan Gökan’ın kucağına zıplayıp onun aletini bir çırpıda kadınlığına yerleştirdi. “Hadi Cenk, götümü dağıt” diye seslendi elleriyle kalçalarını iyice iki yana ayırınca. “Zevkten kudurdu” diye güldü Selin… Sibel ise boşluktan faydalanıp hemen Buket’in kara deliğine daldı. Buket Gökan ile öpüşmeye başlarken ben de aletimi kara deliğine dayadım. Gökan’a rağmen kara deliği dardı. Aletimin başını hissedince kara deliği kapanır gibi kasıldı ve başını içine çekti resmen. Buket elini arkaya uzatıp “Yavaş…” diye işaret etmişti ama zaten ben itmemiştim, onun kara deliği çekmişti başını içine. İttirmeye başladığımda Gökan hareketsiz duruyordu. Selin Buket’in ağzına göğüslerini dayadığında yüklenmiştim ki acısını Selin’in sağ göğsüne sert bir ısırık atarak çıkarmıştı. Ben girerken Sibel Bukket’in kalçalarını ayırıp aletimin üzerine tükürüyordu ara sıra. “Bu orospunun götünü dağıt Cenk” diye pis pis sırıtıyordu. Sonunda tamamını sokabilmiştim. Geri çekmek isedim ki “Ooh… Bekle.. alışayım” diye inledi Buket. Alttan Gökan ufak ufak kadınlığına çalışırken Buket biraz rahatladı. Ben de ufak ufak geri çekmeye başladım aletimi. Yarısına kadar çıkarıp tekrar soktum, sonra aynı şeyi tekrar yaptım. Gökan ile tempoyu yine yakalamıştık. O giriyor, ben çıkıyorum, Buket’in ağzından sadece hırıltılar çıkıyordu. Uzun sarı saçlarını sağa sola sallıyordu. Beyaz kalçaları Sibel’in tokatlarıyla kıpkırmızı olmuştu. Buket’in hırıltıları kısık çığlıklara dönmeye başladığı bir anda “yeter, ne olur yeter….” diye inledi ve sesi kesilip başını Gökan’ıın omzuna düşürdü. Sibel ve Selin gülmüşlerdi. İçinden çıktım Buket’in. Sibel’in kolundan tuttuğum gibi koltukta dört ayak pozisyonuna getirdim. Ve hızlıca aletimi kara deliğine yerleştirdim. “Ohhh… sik beni Cenk” diye inledi Sibel. Bu arada Selin bana yönelip dudaklarıma yapıştı. Bir elimi direk göğüslerine götürmüştüm. Diğer elim ise aşağıya kadınlığına yöneldi. Sibel’in kalçalarında girip çıkarken parmaklarımı Selin’in kadınlığına sokmuştum. Selin başımı göğüslerine bastırıyordu aldığı zevkle. Kayganlaşan parmaklarımı usulca Selin’in kara deliğine kaydırdım. Çok uzanamayınca bu kez kalçalarının arkasından uzattım elimi altına selin’i biraz daha kendime çekip. Orta parmağım ve işaret parmağımı hızlıca yerleştirdim Sibel’in kadınlığına, baş parmağımla da kara deliğini yoklamaya başladım. Sibel kendini kasıyordu biraz. Dudaklarına yönelip öpmeye başladım onu. Dillerimiz birbirine girmişti. Arada baş parmağımın bir boğumu da kara deliğine kaymıştı. Sibel kendini birden önümden çekti. dönüp aletimi ağzına yerleştirdi. O arada o da elini Selin’in kadınlığına uzatmıştı. Selin’i önüme doğru çektim. Koltukta Sibel’in yerine onu dört ayak pozisyonuna getirmiştim. Buket kucağından kalktığı için Gökan’ın aleti boştaydı ve Selin bir anda onun aletine yöneldi. Koltuğun kolçağına doğru dönmüştü kalçalarını. O tarafa geçip kasıklarından yakaladım ve kolçağa iyice yaklaştırdım. Mesafe uzun olunca bacağından çekip ayağa kaldırdım ve kolçağın üzerine karnını yaslamasını sağladım. Gökan da ona yanaştı. Selin’in ağzına yasladı aletini. Selin saldırdı resmen Gökan’ın aletine. Kara deliği önümdeydi. Sibel anlamıştı ne yapacağımı. “Geldim.. Sıra bu orospunun götünde” diye güldü pis pis. Önce tükürdü kalçalarını iki yana iyice ayırıp. Sonra diliyle yaladı, bir parmağını soktu yukarıdan. Ben de aşağı eğilip sulu kadınlığını yaladım bir müddet. Ayağa kalkıp aletimi kadınlığına yasladım önce. Yüklenince ağzında Gökan’ın aleti olan Selin’den bir “ıhhh” çıktı. Birkaç kez gidip geldim. Aletimi kadınlık sularıyla iyice kayganlaştırdım. Çıkarıp parmaklarımla sıvılarının birazını da kara deliğine dağıtmaya başladım. “Hadi gir” diye iyice ayırdı Selina’in kalçalarını Sibel. Aletimin başını yasladım. “oohhh… bu orospunun götünün sikildiğini gördüm ya” diye güldü Sibel. O da iyice azmıştı. Ben yerleştirmeye başlayınca aletimi, daha başı girmişti ki Sibel kalçalarını bırakıp Selin’in Gökan’a yöneldi. Sibel’in başını kaldırıp birden Gökan’ın aletini ağzına soktu. Sonra da Selin’in dudaklarına yapıştı. Onla öpüştü. Ayrıldı Gökan ile öpüştü, bıraktı Gökan’ın aletine saldırdı. Bıraktı benim arkama geçip alttan Selin’in kadınığına saldırdı. Kalktı göğüslerini ağzıma soktu, elimi yakalayıp kalçalarına, kara deliğine götürdü. Yarısı girmişti bu arada Selin’in kara deliğine. İttirmeye devam edip tamamını yerleştirdim. Yavaş yavaş girip çıkmaya başladım. Bu kadar genç ve bu kadar rahat alabilmesine şaşırmıştım öte yandan. “Acıyor değil mi!” diye seslendiğinde Sibel “çoookkkk” diye acıyla yanıtladı Selin. Ağzında Gökan’ın aleti olunca sesi çıkmıyordu demekki. Sibel pis pis güldü. “Alışırsın orospu…. ” diye başını kaldırıp kendine Gökaan’ın kucağında yer buldu. Yanlamasına oturdu ve kara deliğine aldı Gökan’ın aletini. Kadınlığı Selin’in ağzının önüne düşünce Selin saldırdı Sibel’in kadınlığına. Ben Selin’in, Gökan Sibel’in kara deliğinde, Selin de Sibel’in kadınlığındaydı. Sibel resmen keyfini çıkarıyordu herkesin. Hepimizi ayrı ayrı beceriyordu. Gökan’ın kucağından kalktı. “Hadi bunu tost yapın” diye Gökan’ın elinden tutup ayağa kaldırdı. “Hadi Cenk” diye bana seslendi. Selin’in içinden çıkmadan öne doğru hafif eğip bir adım attırıp giriyor, ikinci adımda çekiyordum. Koltuğa oturunca dizlerinin altından kavradım ve bacaklarını havaya kaldırdım. Gökan hiç zaman kaybetmeden yerini aldı ve Selin’in kadınlığına girdi. “Off…. bu çok iyi… iki deliğim doldu yine, orospunuz ettiniz beni… Gökan senin amına koyayım” diye mırıldanıp Gökan’a hafif bir tokat attı sonra da ensesinden yakalayıp kendine çekip dudaklarına yapıştı. Birkaç giriş çıkıştan sonra yine tempoyu tutturduk Gökan ile. Birimiz dolduruyor, öbürümüz boşaltıyordu. Sonra bir ara aynı anda girip çıkmaya başladık ki Selin çığlık çığlığa titremeye başladı. Onun titremesine Gökan dayanamadı ve içine patlamaya başladı. Bu Selin’e şok etkisi yapmış olmalı ki birden kendini kurtardı ikimizin arasından. Gökan sehpanın üzerine oturmuştu. Selin ise direk banyoya koştu.

Sibel hiç sektirmedi boşluğu. direk geldi ve aletimi ağzna aldı. “döllerinle sula götümü” diye inledi. Birden sertleşmek istedim. Sibel’i saçından kendime çektim. Dudaklarına yapıştım ve resmen ısırdım. “ohhh… sertleştin…. sik beni” diye inledi Sibel. “Sert sik beni. Canımı yak” diye inledi. Sehpanın üzerindeki Gökan, koltukta artık kendine gelmiş ve hayretle bizi izleyen Buket’in yanına geçmişti. Sibel’in saçından geriye çekip başını uzaklaştırdım. Ayağa kalktım. Sehpa’nıın üzerine çektim sertçe. Sibel’in canı yanmıştı ama gözlerinde aldığı zevk belli oluyordu. “Domal… orospu” diye seslendim kıçına sert bir tokat yapıştırarak. Beş parmağımın izi çıkmıştı. “Tamam” diyebildi sibel kısık bir sesle. Ben de sehpanın üzerine çıktım. Kalçalarını iyice iki yana ayırıp kara deliğine tükürdüm ve aletimin başını kara deliğine hedefledim. Birden sokunca Sibel acıyla kendini sehpanın üzerine bıraktı. “Kalkt” diye bir tokat daha patlattım. Hiç ses çıkarmadan kaldırdı kıçını belini bükerek. Koltuğun ince yuvarlak minderine uzanıp göbeğinin altına koydum. O arada başını çevirmişti ki gözlerindeki yaşları fark ettim. “NE o, ağlıyor musun yoksa orospu” diye seslendim kalçasına sert bir tokat daha atarak. “Ohh…. acıma bana… ” diye inlediğinde zevk aldığını anlamıştım bu sert seksten. Aletimi yine tek seferde soktum kara deliğine ama bu kez kaçamamıştı. “ahhhhhğğğğ” diye çığığı bastı Sibel. Aldırış etmeden vurmaya başladım. Resmen kara deliğine köküne kadar yerleştiriyordum. Taşaklarım baldırlarına vurdukça şap şap ses çıkıyordu.

Ben de iyice çıldırmıştım. Kalçalarını yukarı doğru çektim kasıklarından. Sonra Sehpa’nın üzerine ben uzandım sırt üstü onu kaldırıp saçlarından çekerek. Ne istediğimi anlamıştı. “Otur” diye seslendim aletimin sapından kavrayıp. Ellerini dizlerimin üzerine koyup aletimin üzerine oturmaya başladı. “Şimdi sikin götümde… acımadan sikeceğim sikini” diye hırıltıyla seslendi Sibel. Resmen kalçalarını hızlıca taşaklarıma kadar vurarak inip kalkıyordu aletimin üzerinde. Bir elini kadınlığına uzatıp kendini okşamaya başladı. “ohh… sik götümü sik götümü” diye bağıra çağıra oturup kalkıyor, kadınlığını okşuyordu. Birden aletimi çıkardı kara deliğinden. Sapıdan kavradı ve başından birkaç santim yukarıdan hızlıca oturdu üzerine. O esnada kadınlığından sıvılar fışkırmaya başladı her yanıma. Eliyle kilitorisini okşamaya devam ettikçe şeffaf sıvılar akmaya devam ediyordu. Banyo’dan dönen Selin, koltuktaki Gökan ve Buket hayretler içerisindeydiler. Artık oturup kalkamıyordu. İçi yangın yerine dönmüş, kara deliğinin kasları aletimi sıkıp sıkıp bırakmaya başlamıştı ki ben de patlamaya başladım. Bu Sibel’i iyice çıldırtmıştı. Hiç kıpırdamadan üst üste kesik çığlıklar atıyordu. Hızlı ve sert seks hem yormuştu, hem de sağlam son olmuştu.

Aletim küçülmeye başladı yavaş yavaş. Kendi döllerimle kayganlaşıp yavaş yavaş Sibel’in kara deliğinden dışarı kaymaya başladı. Sibel’de hiç hareket yoktu. Gözleri kapalı, bir eli kadınlığında, bir eli benim dizime dayalı geriye kaykılmış vaziyette kalmıştı öylece. Benim beynim bile karıncalanıyordu. “off… Cenk… yalnız biraz daha patlamasaydın, bekaretim gidiyordu” diye güldü. “Götümden çıkarpı amıma sokacaktım yarrağını” diye mırıldanırken kucağımdan kalktı ve bana doğru uzanıp dudaklarıma bir buse kondurdu. Kara deliğinden sızan spermlerin birkaç damla göbeğime düşmüştü. Kalktı. Kara deliğindeki spermlerimi damlata damlata banyoya girdi.

“Abi” diye seslenince Gökan elindeki sigarayı gördüm. Yakıp vermişti. Derin bir nefes çektim. “Abi sen ne yaptın bu kıza yahu” diye güldü. Sesim çıkmamıştı. Çıkamamıştı. Buket ve Selin geldiler baş ucuma. Dudağıma birer buse kondurdular. “valla sen mi Sibel’i, Sibel mi seni anlamadık” diye seslendi Selin. Gülüştük. Dirseklerimin üzerine doğruldum. Göğsüm, bacaklarım, baldırlarım… Sehpanın üzeri… Bu kez benim heryerim hem kendi spermlerimle, hem de Sibel’in zevk sularıyla yapış yapış olmuştu. Sigarayı bitirene kadar öylece durdum. Aletim baş parmağımın bir boğumu kadar küçülmüştü resmen. “Yarrak dı pipi olmuş” diye güldü Buket. Herkes gülmüştü. Sigara bitince doğruldum iyice. Sibel banyodan geri gelmişti. Duşa yöneldim bu kez.

Sıcak suya hiç bulaşmadan direk buz gibi suyu açınca şok etkisi yapmıştı. Sonra yavaşça ılıştırdım suyu. Aklıma Zeynep geldi. Yarın kesin elemanlarından odanın halini öğrenecekti. Biraz oyalandım duşta. Çıktım. Bornoza sarınıp salona geçtim. Kendime bir viski doldurup oturdum. O arada Sibel havlunun biriyle sehpanın üzerini güzelce temizlemişti. Biraz oturduk öylece. Gökan ayaklandı. “Hadi toparlanalım” diye. Kızlar da ayaklandı ve sağa sola saçılmış kıyafetlerini giymeye başladılar. Viskimi yudumlamaya devam ettim. Teşekkür ve vedalaşma faslından sonra onları uğurlarken kapıya rahatsız etmeyin kartını asıp viskinin kalanını tepeme diktim ve yatağa attım kedimi.

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Salonun ortasında çırıl çıplak kalakalmıştım.Ben sikime bakıyordum o da bana.Tuna’nın tepkisine şaşırmalı mıydım yoksa heyecan mı duymalıydım emin değildim.Ama yaşadıklarım sikimin sertleşmesine sebep olmuştu ve hala tam anlamıyla inmemişti.Böyle bile heybeti yerindeydi.Bunun bana artılarının çok olduğunu öğrenmeme de çok az kalmıştı….
Gece rüyamda gördüklerimi çok net hatırlamıyordum.
Rüyamda Tuna benimkine gözlerini dikmişti ve ben full ereksiyon halindeydim.
-Alp bu ne böyle diyip pantolonun üzerinden yavaş yavaş okşama başlamıştı.
Ta ki sabah alarmı çalmaya başlayana kadar.Bu gördüklerim bile beni etkilemeye yetmişti çünkü yatak ciddi anlamda döl içindeydi.Boxerımdan çıkan yarağım göbeğime en azından 13 14 kere fışkırtmıştı göbek deliğini biraz geçiyor sonra da başı başlıyordu, göğüs kıllarımın (çok az var) başlangıcına kadar geliyordu ve hala kalkık haldeydi.
Gece 1 gibi tuvalete kalktığımda rüyayı görmemiştim, demek ki 2 gibi rüyayı görmüş bu arada ereksiyon olmuş,boşalmıştım ve ereksiyonumu hala koruyabiliyordum.Bunu daha önce de gözlemlemiştim boşalsam bile ereksiyonumu ya çok az kaybediyor yada hiç kaybetmiyordum.Aynı şey boşalmam için de geçerliydi normalde ilk boşalmada erkekler 5 6 kere döl çıkartmalarına rağmen ben 3. boşalmamda bile 6 kere attırabiliyordum ki 3. boşalmam cidden çok zor oluyordu.3. Yaptığım günlerde kollarımda derman kalmıyordu kalem bile tutmak zorlaşırdı o günlerde benim için.
Hemen yatağımdan kalkıp etrafı temizlemek için ıslak mendillerden elime geçtiği kadar aldım.Yatak takımım gri olduğu için çok iz kalmıyordu kalsa bile annem artık buna alışmıştı ve bunun bilincindeydi.Bilinç olunca kızması da söz konusu olmuyordu haliyle.Sildim sildim ve sildim ama çıkması neredeyse imkansız gibiydi.Bir çay bardağının ağzını neredeyse tam dolduracak kadar boşalabiliyordum hatta bunu test etmiştim.İlk boşalmamda tam dolmasa bile 2. Sinde kesinlikle taşıyordu.Bu boşalmalar da hayal ettiğim şeye göre değişiklik gösteriyordu.
Odayı çıkmadan önce havalandırmayı akıl edebilmiştim.Leke çıkmıştı ama kokuyu da halletmek zorundaydım.O çiğ döl kokusu.Kış zamanı ve rüzgarlı olduğu için koku hemen çıkmıştı.İzleri yok etmek benim işimdi.
Okul yine her zamanki gibiydi küfürler, şakalaşmalar, günlük ereksiyonlar yüzünden tuvalete çıkamadığım teneffüsler, buna gözleri takılan kızların kendi aralarında kıkır kıkır gülmeleri ve fısıldaşmalar (babası zenci harhalde,o boya da o yarak yakışır,amıma girse ağzımdan çıkar ah oh vs…).
Tek bir şey dışında her şey normaldi desek daha mantıklı.Tuna’nın davranışları oda.Esk**en can ciğer olduğum hatta aralarında en sevdiğim (en çok arzuladığım) herif bana mesafeliydi.Normalde sarılırken, artık elimi sıkmaya başlamış,kahkahaları samimyetsiz bir hal almaya başlamıştı.Dünkü olaylardan dolayı bunların yaşandığını biliyordum ama bunu istemeyerek yaptığının da bilincinde olmam onu siktir etmemi imkansız hale getiriyordu.Ona ne zaman baksam gözü sürekli sikimdeydi.Okul pantolonundan çok daha net belli olan bir yarağım olması onun bana farklı davranmasına sebep oluyordu.Soğuktu ama sıcaktı da.
Matematik sınavından çıktığımızda yüzü beş karıştı sonuçlar açıklandığında da gözleri yaşlı.Ben 83 almıştım o ise 17.Sikimin uzunluğundan bile daha düşük bir not almıştı.Gerçi benim de sözelim kötüydü.Ama bende onunkine benzer bir aile zorlaması yoktu.Selami hoca düşük notu olanlar için bir telafi düşünmüştü.Hem sınıf hocamız olduğundan hemde matematikte kötü öğrenci istemediğinden çiftli eşleştirme yapma kararı almıştı ama bunu yaparken özellikle araları soğuk olan iki öğrenciyi eşleştirmeyi de ihmal etmezdi ki barışsınlar.Sınıfta aramızın soğuk olduğunu bilmeyen yoktu haliyle hoca da bunu duymuştu ve beklenen oldu.
Selami hoca:
-Tuna notunu düzeltmek ister misin?
Tuna notunu düzeltmek için her şeyi yapacak durumdaydı aslında çok da gurulu biriydi ama ailesi kadar onu korkutan bir şey yoktu ve başına gelecekleri de biliyordu.
-Evet hocam.(ağlamaklı söyledi sanki)
-O zaman eşleştiğin kişi bakalım bakalım ah işte oradasın ALP.Sorun olmaz değil mi senin için?
-Elbette sorun olmaz hocam ARKADAŞLAR (Bunu baskılı söylemiştim) bu günler içindir.
Bunu söylerken yan sırada oturan Tuna’ya bakmayı da ihmal etmemiştim.Kısa süreliğine göz göze geldik.
Selami Hoca:
-Pekala o zaman bir sürpriz de benden siz ikinize.İkinizin ailesi ile de konuştum hatta Tuna’nın ailesine yalvardım ve sizin okul dışında zaman geçirebileceğiniz bir ortam yaratma fikri aklımda parladı.Tuna sen 4 gün Alp’lerin evinde ve onun ailesiyle geçireceksin.Alp sen de hafta sonunda Tuna’lardasın.Yatılı olarak kalacağınız için sabahlara kadar matematik çalışabileceğinize böylece aranızdaki buzları eritebileceğinize olan inancım tam.Birbirinizle fazlasıyla zaman geçirin ve sabaha kadar oturun konuşun çalışın (öyle olamayacaktı maalesef en azından ilerleyen gecelerde).
Bu söyledikleri bende şok etkisi yaratmaya yetmişti ama daha tuhaf bir olay oldu ki oda sikimin çok fena sertleşmesiydi öyle sertleşti ki hoca konuşurken pantolonun üzerinden çıkardım göbeğimi biraz geçiyordu gömleğimi kaldırsanız yarısı dışarıda sayılırdı.Büyük olmasının sıkıntılarından biri de buydu.Tam gizlemeye çalışıyordum ki gömleğin iki düğmesi arasındaki boşluktan kafasının sadece bir kısmı çıktı (diğer kısmı çıkamadı dediğim gibi büyük yarağın sıkıntıları).Panikledim ve birileri gördü mü acaba diye sola baktım kendi aralarında kızlar sohbete dalmışlardı sıkıntı yoktu ama kafamı sağa çevirmemle Tuna’nın gözlerinin yuvalarından fırladığını görmem bir oldu.Görmüştü ve yutkunmuştu.Ona:
-Tuna lütfen söyleme kimseye nasıl oldu falan diye açıklama yapmaya girişecektim ki parmaklarını dudaklarına götürerek şşşt işareti yaparak beni susturması bir oldu.Çok mahcuptum.
-Bu gece sabahlarız madem dedi soğuk bir tavırla.Bende sıcacık bir gülümsemeyle cevap verdim.
-Elbette canım ciğerim…
Okuldan çıkınca bize gittik ve yol boyunca konuştuk.Gözü hala sikimdeydi.Benim gözlerim onun yeşil gözlerini arıyor onun gözleri ise benim yarağımı ve eskisi gibi çekimser de bakmıyordu.Açık açık baktığını belli ediyor ve gülümsüyor şakalaşıyordu.
Eve geldik ve kapıyı çaldık….
Not:Seks kısmına dair pek bir şey bu bölümde yok ama 4 bomba gibi gelecek sizlere, sadece biraz sabır 🙂
Not2:16 ya kadar yazdığımı da sizlere duyurmaktan onur duyarım…

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Ablamla Kocam, Eniştemle Ben. O gece kudurduk! (Ay

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Bundan 6 ay evveldi, o gece kocamla evde başbaşaydık. Soba yakmıştık, yemekten sonra kocam şortla, ben gecelikle, birbirimize sarılmış Pornofilim seyrediyorduk. Kocam amımı okşuyor, bende kocamın yarağını çıkarmış sıvazlıyordum. İkimiz de iyice azmıştık, Filim bittikten sonra köpekler gibi sikişmeyi düşünüyorduk. Filimin daha yarısında kapı çaldı, hemen Filimi kapatıp kapıyı açtık. Gelen Ablamla Eniştemdi. Eniştem “Ne o, yoksa tam iş üstünde mi rahatsız ettik?” dedi sırıtarak. “Yok, dizi seyrediyorduk…” deyip içeri geçip oturduk. Ablamla Eniştem içkili bir eğlenceden dönüyorlarmış, geçerken bir uğrayalım demişler. İkisinin de kafası iyi. Kısa bir hoş-beş’ ten sonra, ben mutfağa çay suyu koymaya gittim. Az sonra kocam arkamdan geldi, “Nerden çıktı bunlar şimdi, sarhoş sarhoş? Ne güzel sikişecektik!” dedi. Ben de, “Ne yapalım bu halde kovcacak değiliz ya, gitsinler sonra devam ederiz!” dedim. Çay suyunu koyduktan sonra kocamla salona doğru yürüdük.

Salonun kapısından içeri girdiğimizde şok olduk! Lüzümsüz Eniştem, biz mutfaktayken, “Ne dizisi seyrediyorlardı bunlar?” diye, bizim kapattığımız Pornofilimi açmış, ablamla birlikte pür dikkat izliyorlardı. Kocamla öylece donduk kaldık, ne diyeceğimizi bilemedik. Kocam kem küm etti, Filimi kapatmak istedi, ama Eniştemle Ablam, “Aşkolsun biz yabancımıyız, oturun birlikte seyredelim!” dediler. Biz de mecburen oturduk seyretmeye başladık. Eniştem tam karşımda oturuyordu ve kaçamak gözlerle bacaklarımın arasına bakıyor, ara sıra sikini sıvazlıyordu. Ben kalktım mutfağa gittim, çayları alıp geldim, dağıtıp oturdum. Eniştemin elleri titriyordu bana bakarken. Ablam, “Bu saatden sonra eve gidemeyiz, burda yatalım, yarın gideriz…” dedi. Kocamla birbirimize baktık, yapacak birşey yoktu, mecburen, “Tabi…” dedik.

Çayları içtikten sonra Eniştem, “Evde Rakı var mı bacanak? Yarın nasılsa Pazar, getir de cilalayalım!” dedi. Kocam dolaptan bir büyük Rakı ve bardakları getirdi, ben de beyaz peynir, meyve falan hazırladım. Ben içmek istemiyordum, ama Ablam da ısrar edince, hep birlikte içmeye başladık. Bir yandan da Filimi seyrediyorduk. Eniştemle Ablam nerdeyse her sahnede yorum yapıyorlardı, “Offf amma da sikiyor! O ne biçim yarak öyle! O göte nasıl alıyor o yarrağı…” gibi. Sonunda Filim ve bir büyük Rakı bitmişti, ama yorumlar bitmemişti. Kocam, “Hadi yeter bu kadar, Ayşe yataklarınızı hazırlasın, gidin yatın…” dedi. Ben küçük odaya yatakları serdim geldim. Eniştemle Ablam birbirine sarılarak yatmaya gittiler. Giderken Eniştem Ablamın götünü okşuyordu…

Biz de kendi odamıza gittik, soyunduk yattık ve sevişmeye başladık. Aradan daha 10 dakika geçmeden küçük odadan sesler gelmeye başladı. Kocam kalkıp şortunu giydi, “Ne oluyor?” diye bakmaya gitti, ben de üzerime sabahlığımı alıp arkasından. Odanın kapısını tam kapatmamışlar, Eniştemle Ablam çırılçıplak soyunmuşlar, Eniştem Ablamı domaltmış sikiyor! Kocamla birlikte kapının ağzında dikildik, Ablamla Eniştemin sikişmesini seyretmeye başladık. Bu arada kocamın yarağı yeniden kazık gibi olmuş, elini şortuna sokmuş okşuyordu. Sonra elimi tutup şortundan çıkardığı sikini elime verdi, benim okşamam için. Ben kocamın sikini okşarken kocam da elini amıma attı, amımı okşamaya başladı. Amım anında sulandı. Eniştem Ablamı sırt üstü yatırdı, bacaklarını ayırıp yerleştirdi Ablamın amcığına. Ben şaşkınlıkla Ablamın amına girip çıkan Eniştemin yarrağına bakıyordum…

Kocam kolumdan tutarak, içeri, sikişen Ablamla Eniştemin yanına girdik. İnanın o an kimsenin sesi çıkmadı, hiç birimiz konuşamadık. Nedense o anda herkes garip bir şekilde memnundu. Kocam elimden tutarak Ablama yanaştı ve yarağını Ablamın ağzına sokmaya başladı. Ben kocamın yanında duruyordum, kocam benim elimi alıp Eniştemin yarağına doğru uzattı, tutmam, okşamam için. Eniştemin yarağına elim değdiğinde içim bir hoş olmuş ve amımdan suların aktığını hissediyordum. Heyecandan ve zevkten kendimden geçmişim, Eniştemin yarağının ağzıma ne zaman girdiğini farketmedim bile. Kocamla Ablam birbirine sarılmış, çılgınlar gibi sevişiyorlardı, bende Eniştemin yarağını emiyordum. Eniştem bana, “Ters dön üzerime gel!” dedi. Ters dönüp amcığımı Eniştemin ağzına verdim. Bana neler oluyordu anlamadım, ama amcığımdan Eniştemin ağzına am sularım çeşme gibi akıyordu…

Kocam Ablamın bacaklarının arasına girmiş, Ablamın amını sikiyordu. Ablam ise kocamın adını söyleyerek inliyor, “Oyy kurbanın olamm, oyy!” sesleri kulaklarıma müzik gibi geliyordu. Eniştem bana, “Aç amcığını!” dedi, ayırdım bacaklarımı, Eniştem yarağını amcığıma sokmaya başladı. Offffff, amcığımı hiç böyle kudurmuş görmemiştim, amımın dudakları şişmiş ve eniştemin yarağı amıma girip çıktıkça, içimden ılık ılık sıvılar akıyor, orgazm oluyordum. Kocamla Ablam pozisyon değiştirmişler, kocam yere yatmış, Ablam kocamın yarağının üzerine oturmuş, eğilerek kocamın dudaklarına yapışmıştı. Eniştem Ablamın götünü görmüş olacak ki, yarağını benim amcığımdan çıkarıp Ablamın götüne, kuru kuru sokmaya başladı. Ablamın çığlıkları ve bağrtısı ortamı biraz gerdi, ama Eniştem eliyle Ablamın ağzını kapattı. Ablamın aynı anda hem amdan hem götten sikilirken inlemeleri halen kulaklarımda…

Eniştem bana bakarak, “Domal ablanın yanına!” dedi. Eniştemi hiç ikiletmeden domaldım Ablamın yanına. Offfff, neler oluyordu bu gece bana anlayamıyordum. Eniştem Ablamın götünden çıkardı yarağını ve benim arkama geçip yarağını götüme sokmaya başladı. Ablamın Enişteme daha önceden götten çok siktirdiğini biliyordum, ama bu benim ilk götten sikilişim oluyordu. Eniştem herhalde benim de çok götten sikildiğimi ve götümün yarak yemeye alışkın olduğunu düşünüyordu ki, insafsızca köklüyordu yarağını götüme, bağırmalarıma kulak asmadan. Bu arada kocam Ablamın başını bacaklarının arasına almış, yarağını Ablamın ağzına köklüyordu. Derken kocamın inlemesini duyduğumda baktım ki, kocamın beyaz yoğurt gibi dölleri Ablamın ağzına akıyordu. Ablam bir yandan yutkunuyor, bir yandan da kocamın yarağından çıkan dölleri yalıyordu…

Eniştem de götümden yarağını çıkardı, beni dizlerimin üzerine oturtup, kendisi ayakta, yarağını ağzıma verdi, sokup sokup çıkarmaya başladı. Eniştemin yarağı ağzımdayken titrediğini hissettim, Eniştem birden ağzıma ılık ılık döllerini fışkırttı. Eniştemin dölleri fışkırdıkça ben yutuyordum. Ama Eniştemin yarağından bu kadar çok döl çıkacağını hiç tahmin etmemiştim, kusacak gibi oluyordum, zor yuttum dölleri…

Tam olarak nezaman ve nasıl uyuduk hatırlamıyorum, ama öğleye doğru uyandığımda kocamla birlikte kendi yatağımızda yatıyorduk. Eniştemle Ablam çoktan gitmişlerdi. Nedendir bilmiyorum ama, bu olayın üzerinden tam 4 ay görüşmedik Eniştem ve Ablamla. O gece hakkında kocamla da konuşmadık hiç. Sonra bu suskunluğu biz bozduk ve Ablamlara gittik. Başta biraz soğukluk ta olsa, sonra sanki o gece hiç yaşanmamış gibi hayatımız devam etti. Zamanla herşey unutuldu, Eniştem ve Ablamla yine eskisi gibi normal görüşüyoruz. Ama ben o geceyi unutamıyorum, Eniştemin yarağını yemek, belk**e ömrümce birdaha yaşayamayacağım bir şey. Kocamla sevişirken aklıma gelmiyor değil, geldiği anda ise hemen boşalıyorum. Offfff Enişte, Offff…


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Hizmetçilikten Orospuluğa Evrilişim – 3

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6 yıllık hasretim sonunda bitmişti. Sinan haşmetli aletiyle paslanmaya yüz tutmuş narin deliğimi sulamıştı. Saksımı sulamış, susuzluğumu gidermişti. Bir kaç gün daha işine devam etti. Evde ne zaman uygun zaman bulsak deliğimi ve ağzımı ona sunuyor, zevkten zevke koşuyordum. Gerçekten de küçük fahişesi, metresi ve sperm bankası olmuştum. Aletini ne zaman boşaltmak istese yanıma geliyor külodumu yana kayırıyor ve içime daldırıyordu. Bir erkek tarafından böyle sahip olunmak her zaman hayalim olan şeydi. İlişkilerde dominantlığı alamazdım. Onlara bırakırdım. Beni nasıl kullanmak isteyeceklerini onların kararına bağlıydı. Sinan an itibariyle beni sahinimdi. Ve onu kaybetmek istemiyorum onun lüçük orospusu olmak istiyordum.En güzel günlerimi yaşıyordum. Bir eşya olmuştum artık ve öyle kalmak istiyordum.

Sinan’ın deliğimi şereflendirmesinden 6 gün geçmişti. Saat 11’di. Havuzu yanında Nihan Hanım’ın yanında ayakta duruyordum. Alımlı vücuduyla uzanmış güneşleniyordu. Arkasında olduğum için farketmiyordu ama gerçekten mükemmel bir kadındı. Vücudu ay gibi parlıyordu. Bir kıl tanesi daha görülmüyordu. Squat yapmış kalçaları üzerinde ben bile gidip gelmek isterdim doğrusu. Karnında hiç bırakmadığı sporun izleri vardı. 6’lı karın kasları oldukça uygun düzeydeydi ve bir erkeğinki kadar velirgin ve afeminen değildi. Optimumdu karın kasları. Rahatsız edici değil şehvet uyandırıcıydı. Sütyenlerine sığmayan dolgunbgöğüsleri ise asıl silahıydı. Göğüs uçları bonkörce açığa çıkmıştı. Altın rengi saçları memelerinin üstüne düşüyor, tablo gibi bir görüntü oluşturuyordu. Tam bir İskandinav güzeliydi. Zafer bey çok sanslıydı. Ben bu düşüncelerle gidip gelirken başını bana döndürdü. Gözlüklerinin arkasından beni baştan aşağı süzdü. 5 veya 10 saniye sonunda ağzını açıp bana vücut ölçülerimi sordu. Neden olduğunu sorduğumda yarın benimle işi olduğunu ve ona uygun giysi gerektiğini söyledi. Bir daha soru sormam doğru olmayacağından peki dedim ve ölçülerimi verdim. Telefonuna not aldıktan sonra güneşlenmesine ters dönerek devam etti. Sert kalçaları altın rengi bikinisi ile harika görünüyordu. Yanlardan da göğüslerinin sağı ve solu taşmıştı. Krem ile masaj yapmamı istedi. Başımı sallayarak yanına gittim. Onu daha önce çıplak görmüştüm ama hiç dokunmamıştım. Ellerim titriyordu. Rahat olmamı söyledi. Bende olabildiğince sakin şekilde masaja devam etmeye çalıştım. Elleri hala titriyordu ama. Birazdan başını salladı ve sütyenin kopçasını çözdü. Memelerini göremiyordum ama yanlarından görebiliyordum. Ellerim hala titriyordu hatta artmıştı. Rahat olman için sütyenimi çıkardım hala yetmedi galiba diyerek sırıttı. Bikinimi sıyır lütfen dedi. Aman Allahım.

Yavaşça ellerimi kalçalarına koydum ve bacaklarına kadar çekip çıkardım. Çırılçıplak şekilde önümde uzanıyordu. Masajıma devam ettim. Yağlı ellerimle arada bir büyük poposunu da olmak üzere belini ve memelerinin yanını okşuyordum. Arada bir küçük küçük inliyor beni tahrik ediyordu. Ellerimle kalçasındayken biraz daha içeri dedi. Amını hedef olarak gösteriyordu. Ellerim süt gibi amına doğru ilerledi. Amına ilk temasında ikimiz de elektrik çarpmışcasına titredik. Enerji geçiş yapıyordu üzerimizden. İlk inlemesi bana devam işareti gibi gelmişti. Amının yanaklarını ellemeye devam ettim. Kremin parlattığı ellerimle Nihan Hanım’ın zevk suları temas ediyordu. Parmağımı ne zaman amından çeksem sular uzuyordu ucundan. İkimiz de masajı umursamadığımız için elim amından çıkmıyordu artık. Beline değil amına masaj yapıyordum. 2 veya 3 dakika daha okşamamdan sonra Nihan Hanım boşaldı. Ellerim zevk suyuyla yıkanmıştı. Başını kaldırdı ve dudağıma ateşli bir öpücük bıraktı. Teşekkürler canım dedi ve giyinip içeri geçti. Zevkten kudurmuş şekilde Sinan’ı beklemek çok kötüydü. Akşam ateşimi alana kadar da kendime dokunmuştum ama ancak aleti içimdeki ateşi söndürmeye yetti.

Ertesi gün saat 9’da Nihan Hanım’ın yanına gittim. Geldiğimde poşetten çıkardığı giysileri yatağın üstüne attı. Bunları giyeceksin bugün dedi. Şirket gerektiğinden nasıl yönetilir göstereceğim sana. Sana da başka konularda staj olacak dedi. Anlamamıştım. Ben üstümü çıkarırken o da çırılçıplak kalmıştı. Üzerime kırmızı bir askılı altıma ise siyah tabanın üzerine çiçeklerin olduğu dar bir askılı vermişti. Altıma ise bir tanga vermişti. O ise daracık siyah bir etek giymişti altına. Squat ile taş bloka dönmüş kalçaları burdayım diye bağırıyordu. Üstüne ise beyaz bir gömlek ve altına ise siyah dantelli bir sütyen takmıştı. Siyah kemik gözlükleri vardı üstünde. Artık hazırdık.

Şirkete gittiğimizde saat 5’e geliyordu. Hemen hemen boşalmıştı ofis artık. 3 veya 4 tane çalışan kalmıştı. Nihan Hanım’ın ofisine geçtik. Birazdan içeri Hakan adında birini çağırdı. 1.80’e yakın boyu orta derecede yakışıklı bir genç girdi içeri. Ben Nihan Hanım’ın masasının 4 veya 5 metre ilerisinde koltukta oturmuştum. Hakan ise Nihan Hanım’ın masasını yanına karşısına oturdu. Nihan Hanım öncelikle onu tebrik etti. Hakan ayın çalışanı ödülünü almıştı. Geldiğimizde de ofiste çalışan nadir insanlardan biriydi gene. Nihan Hanım tebrik ödülünün yeterli olamayacağını ve kendisine 2 kişilik 1 haftalık Çeşme tatilinin de hediye olarak verileceğini söyledi. Hakan teşekkür ediyordu. O esnada Nihan Hanım’ın gözlerine takıldı gözlerim. Dudağını ısırıyordu ve gözlerini Hakan’dan ayırmıyordu. Tam sohbetin bittiğini düşünürken Nihan Hanım ayağa kalktı ve şimdi ben özel olarak sana teşekkürlerimi sunayım dedi. Gözlerim faltaşı gibi açılmıştı. Yoksa beklediğim şeyi mi yapacaktı. Bu güçlü kadının yapacağı şeylerin sınırı yok muydu acaba? Hakan ise benim farkettiğim şeyi farketmemiş merak ile bakıyordu. Nihan Hanım’ı hiç ama hiç tanımıyordu.

Nihan Hanım yavaş adımlarla Hakan’ın önüne geldi. Eteği daha rahat hareket edebilmek için biraz daha kaldırıp Hakan’ın önüne çöktü. Artık Hakan’da olayın farkına varmış şaşkın şaşkın bakıyordu. Nihan elini Hakan’ın pantolonuna atınca Hakan.ın ağzından Nih… sesi çıktı. Sözünü Nihan’ın sshhhh. sesi kesmişti. Önce kemerini sonra ise fermuarını çözdü. Hakan olayın şaşkınlığı ile bana bakıyordu. Benim gözlerimde bir cevap arıyorsa bile yoktu. Olayın şaşkınlığı sadece onda yoktu. Nihan pantolonunu aşağı indirdi ve Hakan boxerı ile kaldı. Onu da eliyle indirirken Hakan’ın kendini biraz kaldırması avın oltada olduğu anlamına geliyordu. Artık Hakan’da bu tanrıçanın ona hayatının en güzel zevklerinden birini yaşatmasını istiyordu. Boxerın altında ortalamanın 1 veya 2 santim uzunu ama kalınlığı ortalamanın daha fazla üstünde bir alet vardı. Sinan’ın aletine oranla azıcık daha şehvet uyandırıcıydı. Ama kalınlığı kesinlikle göz alıcıydı. Nihan Hanım gülümseyerek iyiymiş dedi ve dop dolgun kırmızı dudakları ile muameleye başladı. Dilinin aletinin ucuna temas etmesiyle Hakan kafasını arkaya doğru yasladı. Belki de kaç zamandır bu anı bekliyordu. Bu afet kaç kere önünden kendini sergileyerek geçmişti ve gece kendini tatmin etmek zorunda kalmıştı. Nihan Hanım aletin sapından tutmuş yalamaya devam ediyordu. Dudakları ve dilinin temas etmediği nokta kalmamıştı. Taşaklarından gövdesine ve ucuna kadar. Ben de artık tahrik olmuş sağ elimle amıma elimi atmıştım. Nihan bana bakıp gülümsedi ve beni çağırdı. İkiletmeden gittim
. Ayağa kalktı ve dudaklarını benmkilerle birleştirdi. Hakan oturduğu yerden ikimizin şehvetli öpüşmesini izliyordu. Nihan ellerimi kalçama attı ve eteğimi altından tangamı indirdi. Masasının üstüne attı. Eliyle amımı biraz elledikten sonra beni Hakan’ın sikine doğru yöneltti. Emrine tam itaat gösterdim ve kalın sikinin üstüne oturmaya başladım. başta biraz acısa da yaklaşık 1 dakika sonra tam olarak içime almıştım. 2 dakika boyunca aletinin üstünde dans ederken Nihan’da bir beni bir Hakan’ın ateşli bir şekilde öpüyordu. Bu haza fazla dayanamadım ve Hakan’ın üzerinde boşaldım. İnlemelerim odayı kaplıyordu. Nihan dudaklarıma yapıştı. Dilini ezberleyeceğim kadar öpüşmüştük bugün. Kulağıma sıra bende dedi ve beni kaldırdı. Yorgunluktan bitap düşmüş şekilde tekrar kanepeye oturdum.

Nihan Hanım ve Hakan daha boşalmamışlardı. Nihan masaya domalarak göt deliğini hedef gösterdi. Hakan da arkasına geçerek zaten yeterince geniş deliğine bir kez tükürüp girmeye başladı. Yaklaşık 15 dakikadır zevk içinde yüzen Hakan artık son gücünü kullandı ve birkaç dakikalık pompalamadan sonra Nihan Hanım’ın orgazma ulaştırarak götünün içine boşaldı. Yaşadığımız zevk inanılmazdı.

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