Efrain and Cory Ch. 16

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Author’s Note – This chapter was kind of a pain in the ass, but I still had fun writing it.

I’ve received a couple emails commenting on my epic grammar skills. I probably read my manuscripts a dozen or so times before I post ’em (and just as many times again AFTER I post), but I always miss one or two things. Even had to put in a last minute revision for chapter 15, and I still missed shit. It’s like one or two errors, but they haunt me at night.

This is coming from the guy who agonizes over whether or not to use an exclamation mark and worries that his switch to past tense narrative will throw off readers, so grain of salt.

I’m using some Spanish and Japanese slang in this chapter, so I’ll drop a few quick glosses here. Acho and vato are Spanish slang for man and dude, respectively. I can’t bring myself to have our boys call each other “baby” (Cory would do it, but it seemed too out of character for Efrain). Acho and vato seem like a decent compromise, and would allow them to use the petnames around people they aren’t out to.

Neko and tachi are Japanese slang for bottom and top. Neko means cat and tachi is a type of Japanese sword. Makes sense, right? Nekokke is how the Japanese describe what we call “baby fine” hair. Neko and nekokke are where Cory’s Kitten petname comes from. Incidentally, Itoshi no Nekokke (literally “My Darling Kitten Hair”), probably one of my favorite yaoi stories of all time, influenced Cory’s character design and the story overall (Kurose Riku from Ten Count influenced Efrain’s character…along with Geralt of Rivia’s haircut from Witcher III…Oh, Geralt yous a manbeast). I didn’t realize it at the time, but totally I made them a shiro/kuro (white/black) pairing. Bonus, fans of yaoi and shounen-ai are sometimes called fujoshi and fudanshi (meaning, rotten girl and rotten boy). Romero went full fudanshi. You never go full fudanshi.

This is my longest chapter to date, and probably the longest I’ve gone so far without an update. Hope it’s worth the wait! ~ Dayne

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Chapter 16 – El Amorío de Acho y Vato

I carefully eased out from under Efrain’s arm and out of his warm bed. I padded across the room toward my drawer to get something to wear.

About three weeks into our relationship (the fuckbuddy one, not the boyfriend part) Efrain decided that it was silly for me to carry a bag full of clothes and toiletries back and forth when I stayed over, and that it was even sillier for me to leave early so I could run back to my place to shower and change before class. He cleared out a drawer in his bureau and set aside a space in his closet. Pretty soon, I had a collection of underwear, pajamas, street clothes, and shoes at his place.

As I pulled out a pair of lounge pants to slip on, it occurred to me that I should have known Efrain saw me as more than just a regular hook-up. A toothbrush and a bottle of my favorite body wash kinda pushed the confines of “no-strings,” a couple pairs of my shoes and some changes of clothes violated it all together. We’d been a romantic couple before we even thought to add the labels. The thought sent another wave of warm, giddy feelings over me – the kind where I can’t think of anything else but cuddling back up to him and kissing him awake.

It’s weird, but we kinda regressed to this stage where we spend stupid amounts of time snuggling and snogging. Like, we’d be doing some random mundane thing, then one of us would give the other an innocent peck. The peck would be matched with a nibble, the nibble would become a series of nibbling kisses, the kisses would lead to a tongue seeking entry, the tongue would gently coax its mate into the dance, and so on until it’s half an hour later and we’re still locked in a tantalizingly gentle exchange rife with longing gazes, soft caresses, and tender sighs. We still fucked like rabbits, if the delicious ache in my hips was any indication, but within all that were the various wonderful emotions attendant to falling for someone. I didn’t know about Efrain, but, God, I was falling fucking hard for him.

I guess we owed it to Indie for forcing Efrain and me to open up about what we wanted.

I pulled on a pair of soft fleece lounge pants and a t-shirt. I grabbed my hoodie, too. It was late October, and a hell of a lot colder than Texas. The average high for Blacksburg was the average low for Cibolo. I wasn’t quite sure if I liked this. I mean, it would take another month or two for a cold front to mosey on down to South Texas. Everyone back home was still in shorts and shit, while I was already bundled up in my hoodies and begging Mom to send me a winter coat.

I really wanted to get back in bed with my furnace of a boyfriend (he considered the current weather refreshing and was still in his t-shirts most days), but I really needed some water and ibuprofen. I drank a lot more than I meant to last night, but I wasn’t suffering too badly. I did figure out rather late that I’m a horny drunk and a lightweight, artvin escort but I was quite pleased to discover that I never got hungover. No, this had more to do with having a dirty washcloth crudely shoved in my mouth and getting held down while my boyfriend pounded my ass.

Man, last night was fun.

I knew Indie was in the kitchen even before I walked in. I could hear the loud clanking of dishes from Efrain’s room. It was his vacuuming that woke me up this morning.

He was at the sink, looking oddly cheerful for someone working his way through a massive stack of dirty dishes. I vaguely remembered a room full of people last night; I think he may have had friends over for dinner or something.

For some reason, the noise seemed too loud for normal dishwashing. The sound of clanking dishes got even louder when I said good morning to him.

He wasn’t wearing the dozen or so earrings I’m used to seeing him with, but still had in all his facial piercings – two sets of silver balls straddling the outer edge of his right eyebrow, a bullring through his septum (I still wonder how he blows his nose with that thing), and a little silver ball at either side of his bottom lip. I could see the bar going through his tongue when he spoke. Not going to lie, but I still thought those piercings were sexy as fuck (even Efrain had to admit he’s thought about what a blowjob from Indie would feel like).

“Coffee?” he asked. He gestured at the coffee pot with his elbow since both hands were submerged in soapy water jostling dirty pots against each other. The dishwasher hummed and sloshed under the counter.

“That actually sounds pretty good.” I always loved cupping my hands around a warm mug when it got cold.

I already knew that Indie was a morning person. He got up every morning, no matter what the weather looked like, to go running. I’d often run into him when I slipped out to shower and change in my dorm room. He was usually on his second cup of coffee or heading out himself. I had offered him a lift to school a few times, but he always politely declined.

“How’s the hangover?” he asked sunnily and, for whatever reason, louder than he needed to.

“Nonexistent.”

Indie looked a little disappointed, but appeared to recover quickly. I didn’t know if it was my imagination, but the clanking of dishes seemed to get quieter. I rummaged through their cabinets for the necessary supplies for pain relief and caffeination.

“You two seemed to have fun last night,” he said, a big leering grin spread across his face.

“Yeah,” I said noncommittally. “I enjoyed myself.”

“Gave Laurel’s friends quite the show,” he said as he rinsed and dried his hands. He turned and leaned his hip against the counter and calmly sipped from his cup. “Oh, and you traumatized a fan. I think he was a little uncomfortable being in a gay man’s home, but the sight of two football players all but fucking each other four yards away might have been enough to put him in the psyche ward.”

“I have no idea what…” and then I remembered, and my face went a little pink.

“At least they got the fuck out of my house,” he smirked. “And before you started squealing.”

“I do not squeal.”

“You kidding me? I can hear you both in my room with the door closed,” he said. “Not a peep out of you last night, though.”

My cheeks grew hotter, and I was sure I was blushing pretty hard. Fucking WASP ancestry and its fairer fucking skin tones. I can’t even tan enough to hide my blushes. Yet, I was surprisingly not embarrassed about being overheard. I took a sip of coffee, keeping my own council as to why he didn’t hear anything last night. I could complain about it all I wanted, but when I tasted Efrain’s cum drying on that cloth, I was so turned on I couldn’t think straight. I wondered if it was sick that I wanted to suck on his jizzrag again.

“So, your little friend has nicknames for me.”

“Preston has nicknames for everyone,” I answered. “At least what he calls you doesn’t end up on the GSA meeting agenda.” Even if it is a regular topic of discussion between Preston and my roommates.

“I see.”

The conversation fell off and we drank our coffee in silence. Eventually, Indie returned to his dishes. Strange, but this might be the closest he and I have come to having an actually conversation since our disaster of a hookup nearly three months ago.

I made up another cup of coffee and poured one for Efrain, too. Like Indie, he took his black. The flavored creamer I used in my own coffee was something Efrain picked up just for me because I can’t handle it straight. That happened in week two. Another sign that I was never really NSA for him.

I nabbed a small tray to carry everything back on (I learned the hard way that you can’t open bedroom doors with coffee mugs in both hands). I added a protein bar for him because he’s always grouchy until he eats something.

This practice aydın escort started in week three; I failed miserably at doing NSA.

The sound of the door closing woke Efrain. He sat up against the pillows, gloriously naked save for a pair of black boxer briefs. I put the tray on the night stand on his side of the bed before I stripped down to my trunks and climbed back in bed with him. Efrain’s warmth was a welcome comfort after the shock of cold air I suffered before I could get under the blankets.

He’d already unwrapped and devoured the bar by the time I snuggled up to him. He chased it down with a sip of coffee and sighed contentedly.

“Best. Boyfriend. Ever.” He took another sip as I reached over him for my own mug.

“Aren’t I the only boyfriend you’ve had?” I asked. He shrugged.

Being a military brat, he went to mostly Department of Defense schools until his early teens. Even though Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell had been lifted before then, and it really didn’t apply to service members’ families, DoD kids still tended to keep that shit under wraps, which really limited his romantic prospects. He told me that it had been easier when his family moved to Maryland and his dad retired from the Navy three years ago, but he was still wary of dating. As much of a closet case as I had been in my hometown, I still dated guys. Efrain had done little more than randomly hook up.

I moved my toes over to warm them on his leg.

“Damn, you’re cold.”

“Damn, you’re hot,” I countered. “Warm me up?”

He chuckled and set aside his mug. He took mine too, and invited me back under the covers. I cuddled up to his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. The blankets in his lap had it covered, but with our legs and arms tangled up, his morning wood was unmistakable. Mine decided to make a comeback, and we fell into kissing and thrusting against each other as a matter of course.

“Here,” he said while tugging on my trunks. “Take these off and straddle me.”

He rolled over onto his back and shoved down his boxer briefs until his cock sprang free. I got on top and he maneuvered me until our cocks were perfectly lined up, shaft to shaft. My head sat slightly below his, and my nuts rested on top of his sack. He grabbed the bottle of lube from where he left it last night and slathered up both of our dicks.

“You probably don’t remember, but you did this last night and I’ve been fantasizing about it ever since I woke up,” he said. I wondered what he was talking about until he gripped our dicks together in one hand. He slowly stroked his fist up our shafts, twisting his hand once he reached our heads, then sent it back down. My breath hitched slightly.

“No, I remember this part,” I said, licking my lips.

This time on the upstroke, he tightened his fist as it ran over the tip. We both gasped and my hips thrust forward of their own accord. The movement rubbed the underside of my cock against his and his fingers tightened even more around us.

“Fuck yeah,” he sighed. “Ride me just like that.”

I rolled my hips against him, thrusting my shaft along the length of his, as he continued to stroke with his hand. Efrain placed his other hand on my hip to encourage me. As if I really needed it. It felt amazing to be held together like this, but my sensitive underside sliding against his felt so good it bordered on painful. Indie’s comment about overhearing us chastened me to keep it down, but I moaned aloud in spite of myself.

He added more lube, increasing the wet gushing sound of cock sliding against cock inside his fist. Efrain switched hands, sending his free hand down to cup my balls and then his own. My scrotum had merely been resting on his before, but once lubed up, our balls slid against each other with each thrust. He moved his hand back to our dicks, stacking it on top of the other, and double fisted us, stroking along the shaft with one hand while alternating between squeezes and twists with the other. He added the rocking of his own hip into the mix and I forgot all about keeping my voice down. My hips bucked against him hard and my moans rose in volume.

Our vigorous movements rolled the bottle of lube across the bed. It fell against my calf as if trying to suggest its other uses. I picked it up and squirted some onto my fingers before reaching around to rub lube around my hole. I was still pretty open from last night’s pounding, so the first and second fingers sank into me with little resistance. I angled my knuckles down over my prostate, just as Efrain’s fingers squeezed over my head, and saw stars. I fell forward with a loud cry, barely holding myself up with my free hand.

I splayed my knees out wider and pumped my dick in and out of his fists with abandon. He watched me fuck myself with my own fingers and his hands. The bed sheets, a soft sage green, deepened the color of his half-lidded hazel eyes. Of all the things going on in that moment – our cocks sliding balıkesir escort together, his rough fingers gripping me tight, my knuckles digging into that bundle of nerves, his hips rising to meet mine – his strikingly beautiful eyes were what tipped me over.

My ass clamped down as I broke, nearly forcing my fingers out. I dug in deeper, magnifying the tingling shocks throwing my body into near-convulsion. Efrain begged me to keep moving as I unloaded on his chest. It didn’t take long before his dick pulsed against mine and his cum joined the little puddles forming on his abs and pecs.

I sat back on my heels to catch my breath. He milked the last drops before his hands fell away. Small rivulets of milky white liquid slid down his side and over his shoulder.

“Damn, vato,” I panted. “You need a shower.”

“You need a shower.”

“Naw, all I need is a damp washcloth.”

“Is that so?” he smirked and before I knew it, he had me rolled over and was pressing his chest to mine. Two loads worth of cum squelched audibly between our bodies. We both came last night, but I’ve since learned to never underestimate a 19-year-old male’s jizz-production abilities. I tried to push him off, but my hands slipped in the mess coating his chest.

“I don’t know what you’re looking so disgusted for, acho. Half that’s yours.”

“A third of this is mine,” I corrected. “You went all Ol’ Faithful on your own damn chest.”

“Aw, someone’s indignant.” He raised himself up on his elbows above me while I pawed at the rapidly cooling ejaculate. A little bit dribbled off his chest and on to mine. If it were any other erotic story, this would be totally sexy and we’d be going on about eating it off each other, but I really wasn’t a fan at the moment. Especially with him grinning down at me like that. I put my hands on his spunked up chest.

“What are you about to do?”

“Nothing,” I said, full naif-mode engaged. And then I clapped both hands on either side of his face, coating his cheeks in goo and rubbing it into his stubble.

He laughed and brought up his lube- and jizz-smeared hands to mess with my hair.

“You bitch!”

“My bitch,” he cooed, still chuckling, and kissed me. “Now you really need a shower.”

I’ve also learned to never underestimate a 19-year-old male’s capacity for immaturity.

Once in the shower, we made quick work of getting the other sudsed up. I knew he was as perfectly capable of washing his own back as I was at shampooing my own hair, but I still liked how it felt.

He leaned in to give me a quick kiss while I lathered his chest. I returned the favor, letting my mouth linger on his a little longer. In keeping with our pattern since we used the b-word, Efrain rested his forehead on mine and we alternated between gazes and kisses until his hands stole up to cradle the back of my head. Lips parted and tongues sallied forth. I rested my hands on his hips.

I already knew how well his mouth could fire me up; I delighted in discovering how sweetly his mouth could make me melt.

Efrain made out with me under the hot water. Despite having just cum, I was soon plumping up under his touch and he was responding in kind.

blah blah blah 19-year-old-male’s blah blah blah

“Think my ass is still open enough to take you?”

Rather than answer, he spun me around and had me kneel on the tile floor and lean against the wall. He spat into his hand and ran that over his dick before settling against my ass. The tip popped in and I gasped.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” I whimpered.

“You have no idea,” he said. He threaded his fingers through mine and brought both hands up to rest against the wall above my head. His chest pressed against my back and his tongue snaked out to trace my ear. His dick pushed deeper. I panted harder the further he delved until I felt his public hair against my ass. He paused, waiting for me to adjust to the sudden fullness.

“Ready for me to move?” he whispered into my ear.

“God,” I moaned. “Please.”

He fucked me, movements agonizingly slow, while I moaned and cried out. His harsh breathing tickled my ear. His deep voice ran in an explicit narrative on how the tightness of my hole held him practically hostage, how my voice made him crazy, how much he wanted to feel me cumming on his dick. Last night, he held me down. This morning, I might have fallen had he not been holding me up. I squeezed his fingers and let my head fall back to rest on his shoulder. He took that opportunity to bite the sensitive juncture between my shoulder and neck.

“Kiss me,” he commanded. I obeyed, moaning in his mouth as he surged within the tight confines of my body.

His hands fell away from mine. I hated the little mewling noises I made in protest, but I couldn’t help it. However, one arm wrapped around my waist and the other reached down to tease my cock and balls, which was a more than satisfying alternative. I reached back to thread my fingers through his hair, holding his mouth to mine so he couldn’t break the kiss. I left the other on the wall for resistance. He pulled back and slammed into my ass moments later, and I screamed into his mouth. My fingers tightened in his hair, and he growled in pleasure. He grabbed my dick, and I pulled his hair harder. Efrain let out a strangled moan.

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Although references in this novel may be made to actual places or events, the names, characters, incidents, and locations within are complete works of fiction. They are not a resemblance to actual living or dead persons, businesses, or events. Any similarity is coincidental. In an effort to do the United States Army justice, and to show my respect to my country, I have applied all possible efforts to merge fact and fiction to entertain, while portraying the military, and the hardships and achievements of soldiers, with respect, dignity and accuracy to the best of my abilities. It’s my hope that I’ve done you all justice, and that all of the creative licenses taken with this novel are understood to be the efforts of imagination, and not any judgment or disrespect against the U.S. military. Thank you all for your service.

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Tell a man there are 300 billion stars in the universe and he’ll believe you. Tell him a bench has wet paint on it and he’ll have to touch it to be sure.

—Murphy’s Law

I had second thoughts about looking at the world through rose colored glasses when Ben and I walked up to Sofia’s house. He’d insisted on taking me all the way to the front door to say goodnight. It would’ve been funny, even cute, if Max hadn’t been sitting on the porch swing with a little cooler at his feet, and a beer in his hand. He stood when he spotted us. My ears heated immediately. Being caught strolling hand-in-hand with Ben like some love struck moron was made more embarrassing when Max looked down at our entwined hands and smirked.

Only a few inches shorter than me, he looked a mile long standing on the upper steps of the porch. In camouflage BDU’s and a tight black tee shirt that wasn’t military issue, he was all lean, rangy muscle. He lacked my bulk, built more like a runner, but I knew from experience of being pinned by those healing hands that he was as strong as I was. He was smiling like usual, deep dimples flashing as the smile deepened into a full out grin. Sandy brown fuzz covered his head, matching the faint dusting of dayold stubble along his jawline and nowhere else. More boy next door cute than Hollywood leading man, he looked as harmless as Doogie Howser, but I knew from experience that both men and women fell at his feet like dominoes. Sex appeal came from the soul, and people seemed to have a thing for guys who had intimate knowledge of anatomy.

Max let us get to the base of the porch before he came down the steps. When he held his hand out to Ben, my attention was drawn to the thick bandage wrapped around the middle of his arm above his elbow. After they exchanged perfunctory formalities, I turned into Max’s hug, my arms tightening around him on instinct.

His lips brushed my ear as he murmured, “You guys look all polished and shiny…”

I pushed at his good shoulder, earning a grin from him when he stumbled back. “When did you get here?”

“Addie picked me up from the airport and took me to the rental place since Sofia is working late.” He looked over at Ben. “We could’ve used you in the car earlier. That girl drives like she really wants to find God.” His gaze swept over Ben, sizing him up. “Nice to meet the man Sam’s told me so much about.”

“Ditto,” Ben said with an easy smile.

“Heard you guys were at a club. Did I miss a good time?” Max’s blue eyes laughed at me.

“We’ll have to take you there one day this week,” I said, proud at how casual my voice was despite the X-rated footage playing over and over in my head. “Ben is friends with the owner.”

“Impressive. Guess priests have a lot in common with ogres.”

“What?” Ben and I asked at the same time.

Max parked a lean hip against the porch rail. “Layers.”

I cocked an eyebrow at him with equal amounts of threat and question. “How many beers have you had?”

“Only one, baby.” He covered his mouth with his hand. “Oops. I forgot, you hate that.”

“He doesn’t mind when I do it.” Ben’s tone was mild.

Max’s usual MO would’ve been to flirt with Ben just to tease me, but there wasn’t a hint of playfulness in his manner, and I suddenly felt like a bone caught between two hungry dogs.

“I’m sure there are a few things he doesn’t mind you doin’ darlin. We should talk shop one day, compare notes.”

“Max, knock it off.”

Ben göztepe escort smiled. “I’ll be happy to give you pointers to wow the next guy in your life.”

Goodbye subtlety.

Max’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t start drama, but I’d gotten into a few bar fights over the years defending him because he wouldn’t back down if anyone screwed with him or me. So when he picked up his soda can from the railing, I started to move toward him in case he threw it at Ben’s head.

Instead Max grinned and saluted Ben with the can. “Ooo burn. Well played.” He raised both hands as he backed up, not objecting when Ben leaned toward me for a kiss.

“I have some things to finish at Maplewood, so I’m going to head back. Max, it was nice meeting you. Sam, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The brush of Ben’s fingers against my cheek lingered long after his truck lights faded from view. As soon as I was sure that he was out of sight, I punched Max in his good arm again.

“You want to tell me what that was about?”

He shrugged and walked back up the steps. “I just find it funny that someone who’s previously found religion only through fortune cookies is shacking up with a priest. Who by the way, doesn’t look like any priest I’ve ever met. I might have to become a devout little Episcopalian.”

He pushed up the hinge on the screen door, keeping it from slamming and waking the whole house. “Looks like I’m going to have to get a hotel room.”

I moved to the fridge to pull out a bottle of the root beer Sofia had started stocking for me when I’d moved back here. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You didn’t kiss me hello.” He headed for the refrigerator himself when I sat at the counter. “I’m not stupid. Though I can’t believe that you’re so serious about this guy that you’d turn down all this.” He swept a hand down his body in a silly, provocative gesture.

“You saw him. Wouldn’t you be willing to get on your knees for that man?”

“On my knees, on my back, sure, but I wouldn’t make myself comfortable in his bed for too long. He’d try to exorcise me in my sleep.”

I grinned. “It would serve you right.”

“Probably, but that’s not the point.”

“What is the point of this asinine conversation?”

I watched him pick through the abundance of groceries without much enthusiasm despite the fact Sofia had just stocked the fridge a day ago.

“Max?”

“You fell for him,” he said, propping himself against the door. “I can hear it in your voice, see it in the way you watched him when he walked away.”

“He’s a good man.”

“I don’t doubt it.” Bottles rattled gently in the fridge as Max closed the door, emerging with a black cherry soda. “But for a relationship to work, you need shared denominators— hobbies, interests, politics. What do you two have in common outside of some undoubtedly life affirming sexual gymnastics?”

“He’s good with the girls.”

“So am I.”

“You’re not a part of this equation.”

“Why not?”

I eyed him in silence, not sure which direction this was heading.

Max leaned his good arm onto the island, looking down at the subtle pattern in the granite. He took a perfunctory sip from his soda before he met my eyes across the counter. “We’ve always been honest with each other, Sam, so tell me the truth. Are you really in love with this guy? Or is he just a safe play because he’s already involved in your family’s lives?”

It was the same question I’d asked myself a dozen times, but I didn’t have a concrete answer yet.

“We could make it work, Sam.”

“Make what work?”

“You and me.”

“What?” I blinked, sucker-punched by the words that came out of left field. “Max… You were the one who told me to go for Ben.”

“I know, and I fucked up by thinking you wouldn’t listen to me.” His expression softened at my obvious confusion. “You’ve never been serious about anyone, not even Devlin. You and me, that’s the longest relationship either of us has ever been in. I got cocky.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say. You were always clear that I loved you more than you loved me, and that you didn’t want monogamy.”

“I know what I said… And I was stupid.” He leaned in a little closer to me. “Sam, we were immature twenty year old morons and best friends when we started sleeping together. By the time I realized how deep it went for me, we were in a combat zone and I’d shoved so many random strangers between us that we’d fallen into a routine of low expectation and intense self-preservation.”

I didn’t know how to handle the intensity in his eyes. He broke the silence first.

“I want to throw all my bullshit hang-ups about monogamy out the window and make things work between you and me.”

“Why? Because I’m with Ben and you don’t approve? I told you I didn’t want you to come here on some mission of intervention.”

A muscle jumped in Max’s jaw. “This isn’t an intervention.” He paused. “I’m not çorlu escort re-enlisting, Sam. Once this tour is up in six months, I’m coming home. I want it to be to you.”

I blinked, but faced with two bombs in one sentence, I had to triage. “You’re coming back to Florida?”

Max nodded. “I wanted to make a difference out there and thought I was, but—”

He stopped abruptly, and the pieces began to fall into place.

“This is about the kid in the hospital, isn’t it?”

“Not all of it. I’ve been thinking about it for a while. I’m tired, Sam. I know what I did at the hospital was necessary,” he said, holding up a hand before I could chime in. “But that’s my point. I don’t want to live a life where killing is a necessity.”

I nodded. I’d embraced that thought once I let my let my guard down and started looking at the world differently.

“I need a cigarette.”

“You don’t smoke anymore.”

Max pulled a pack and a lighter from the pocket of his pants, then gestured to the porch so that we could sit out front on the swing to talk without getting smoke in the house. “Not in front of anyone who could tell my mama, but she’s not here and you don’t care.” To make his point, he passed over a cigarette and I took it.

He lit his own and inhaled deeply before tossing me the lighter. “Maybe we’re just getting old, man. Feeling the need to set down roots. To leave a legacy behind or something.”

I took a drag off my cigarette, glad that we had sailed back to safer ground. “Speak for yourself. I’m still spry enough to keep up with a five-year old.”

Max laughed, his eyes gleaming a paler blue than they actually were under the deck lights as he turned to face me, pulling one long leg up under him on the swing. The other set it into a slow rock. “What do you think about what I said?”

“You unloaded on me in there, so you’ll have to be more specific.”

“Let’s start with me moving back here. You okay with that?”

“What kind of stupid question is that? You’re my best friend. Of course I want you close.”

“Ouch. You dropped the friend bomb. Guess that answers my second question about us giving a real relationship a shot.”

“I don’t think this is about me, Max.”

“You’re not that confident in your own irresistibility?”

He was teasing, but I could hear the undercurrent of tenser emotions beneath it. To give myself an extra few seconds to think of a follow up, I passed him one of the ashtrays Sofia kept outside for me.

“So domestic. Who doesn’t want to come home to that?”

I rolled my eyes. “You have the worst fucking timing in the world.”

“I’m a doctor, not a clock.” Max’s lips quirked into a half smile when our eyes met.

I didn’t stop him when he leaned toward me, or cry foul when he curled his hand behind my neck to pull me in for a kiss. It started innocently slow. The tip of his tongue outlined my lips, following their curve until he stopped the languid exploration in the middle of my lower lip. Unlike Ben, Max knew exactly how hard to push right out of the gate, and I could feel the sensitive skin of my lower lip pucker with awareness as it was gathered into a pout controlled first by the practiced edge of his teeth, then by the insistent sweep of his tongue.

When I didn’t deck him for his assumption that I’d fall to my knees just because he’d suddenly decided he wanted me, it was all the invitation Max needed. He cradled my jaw and a press of his thumb on the edge of it gave him full access to my mouth which he devoured like neither of us needed oxygen. The swing creaked a warning about how dangerous a game I was playing when Max pushed me flat on my back against it. He dropped his cigarette and kept one foot on the floor to keep us stationary, while his body trapped mine with its full weight. He covered me completely, like he knew I’d bolt if given the time to think too long about how wrong this was.

I didn’t get that chance, because Max was kissing me with the determination of a man hell-bent on blocking out thoughts of anything except what he wanted to give me. Years of practice allowed him to draw out every sensation I was capable of. I savored the rough rub of his tongue against mine, and the confident stroke of his hands down my body. Max had never been a passive lover and he pulled out all the stops now, encouraging me to get lost in the taste of him and to forget everything else.

He shifted his weight, knowing exactly how to align our bodies so that every hard line and angle fit together like pieces of an erotic puzzle box. Even through my dress shirt, the unyielding contact of his muscled chest teased my nipples, rubbing them erect. Knowing this was a bad idea didn’t stop the instinctive tilt of my head that exposed my tongue to the scrape of his teeth. Firm hands jerked my hips up to meet his. I could feel every ridge of him even through his BDU’s and the thinner material of my slacks.

I tossed my cigarette too, and ümraniye escort slid my hand up under his shirt, scratching slow lines into the broad expanse of Max’s back until he shuddered and pressed against me harder to encourage my exploration. I’d wanted Max for half my life, and now he was willing to give me everything. Regardless of what had prompted the confession, I knew it was real. He’d never lie to me, especially not about something that put him in such a vulnerable position. He was laying it all out on the line for me to take it if I wanted to. It was of those times when we’d find happier results in leaving the past right where it belonged. Trying to revive emotions that you’d killed off for your own protection was stupid. But memory can screw with you, and make you forget all the reasons that made you walk away in the first place.

It’d be easy to invite Max upstairs and finish this—I was tempted for longer than I’d ever admit to anyone—but when his hand slid up my thigh and stopped just below my crotch, my brain finally kicked in and started throwing out images of just what I’d lose.

Ben playing with my nieces at the beach. The width of his smile in the club when I told him he was mine. Laughing with him in bed before my mouth had other things to engage it. The sleepy, trusting press of his head into my shoulder, and the way he said he loved me in every way he could think of without spooking me with the actual words.

I’d been walking a fine line, but I tapped out on Max’s arm. He stopped immediately. I leaned in to kiss him again. My mouth brushed his cheek this time. Max shifted before I could pull completely pull away. The gentle hand at the back of my neck stilled me so that he could catch my mouth again. Just a light graze. He backed off and let me sit up, then handed me another cigarette.

“Okay,” he said as he agreed to my silent request. “Nobody sleeps in the wet spot tonight.”

I smiled, knowing he could see the relief in my eyes when our gazes met. We didn’t talk for a few minutes, and the silence was slightly more strained than usual, but we’d get over it eventually. I hoped. I wanted to be with Ben, but Max was still my best friend and part of my family, so losing him wasn’t an option.

We were halfway through our cigarettes when car headlights dragged both our gazes up. Tara’s blue convertible parked in the driveway, and she got out before Sofia did.

Max whistled low when she started walking up the driveway toward the porch. She didn’t have her fedora on, so she was all long blonde hair and tanned skin in tight jeans, a red halter top, and high heels; much sexier clothing than she usually wore, and I wondered what the occasion was. Max didn’t seem to be wondering about anything other than the fact she was smiling, and I sighed in relief, never happier that he swung both ways. Tara would shut him down quick if he made a move, but at least it was a temporary distraction.

He stopped his obvious appraised and grinned at Sofia when she hurried up the steps past Tara to hug him hard. She melted into his arms without hesitation, though I knew it wasn’t sexual. They’d been friends almost as long as he and I had. Max gently tugged a strand of her short hair with one hand, and then offered a teasing wolf whistle as he swept her pink scrubs with a silly leer.

“A woman in uniform. Very hot. Want to show me how people play doctor in the States?”

He grinned when she laughed and swatted him away before he turned the charm fully on Tara, deepening his usual drawl. She slid her slim hand into his and grinned back, not bothering to hide her amusement. She knew the game, her own accent kicking up immediately as she swept him with an assessing look he returned.

“Hey. I’m Max.”

“Tara. Nice to meet you, Max. I’ve heard a lot about you. Mostly that your dick is more lethal than that good ol’ boy smile,” she said sweetly, and I hid my laugh in a cough. “Unfortunately rain on a tin roof pings more for me than men do.”

Max’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “Ah, so, you’re Sam’s new fag hag… That’s a damn shame. Sam can tell you I’d make it worth your while.”

He smiled at me casually, but it felt like our momentary ease was up in the air again. I shook my head, and he looked back at Tara, not missing a beat. “The night is young, and it’s been a long time since I’ve been home. Sure you’re you more faggy than haggy?”

Tara leaned into his space to bite the air above his nose. “Type LES into my search engine and my browsing history becomes a panties only playground.”

Max grinned. “Man, I’m getting no love tonight.”

“If it makes you feel better, I don’t use communal toilets either.”

Max’s grin deepened until it became a full out laugh. He wasn’t offended, but Sofia came to his defense anyway.

“Hey, Max is quite the catch. He’s handsome, funny, and a doctor.”

“And if you want to live vicariously through another person’s sexual hijinks, Max is your man,” I added.

Max bowed. “Thank you, friends.”

“If he was missing his dick we’d be in business, but for now you can be a doll and grab me a Corona,” Tara said pointing out the little cooler. “Thanks, sugar.”

Max’s grin was genuine as he reached down to get the beer, and then handed it over. “Ooh she’s nasty. I like it. I say we keep Tara even if she doesn’t like man-banana.”

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Diaries of a Young Master

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Journal Entry 5/16

Summer with dad will be awkward at best this year. Mom and dad divorced shortly after I started my courses in August at UNH. It didn’t come as a surprise to anyone. It was never a happy marriage. They didn’t hate each other. In fact, we were quite happy overall. They just didn’t love each other anymore. Mom and dad were always very careful to make me feel loved when I was younger. The last couple of years, though, were strained. Anyway, I spent Christmas break with mom in Alexandria, VA, where she lives with her boyfriend. Now, it’s dad’s turn.

My dad is bit of a recluse. He has a little place in the Northeast Kingdom, always writing his strange science fiction and fantasy novels. They sell well enough to cover his financial needs, including some of mine. Mom also supports me financially. But he stopped socializing long before the divorce. He would lose himself in his writing, typing away on his old desktop for hours. He shares his writing with me, respecting my comments both positive and negative.

Spending a whole summer with dad wasn’t my idea. It wasn’t his idea. Mom wielded her mighty scepter of power. We must obey Her Majesty. Well, dad was more like “Fine. Whatever.” I hope to get outdoors most of the time and leave him to write in peace.

Journal Entry 5/29

Dad has a friend! I was shocked. I’m not sure if it’s a mutual friendship but Mr. Merrin visited us four time since I arrived. Dad seems to tolerate his company. Personally, Mr. Merrin can visit us as often as he wants. I haven’t come out to dad and I have no idea which way Mr. Merrin rolls, so I try to be careful. He’s a big man with a big voice. I don’t want to anger him by being caught staring. But it’s fucking hard to keep my dick under control when his deep baritone voice sends shivers through my entire body. And he talks a lot! He could talk me to an organism. Almost did yesterday.

I’m not sure if he’ll visit today. It’s raining pretty hard. I’d love to see him though, his tall frame towering over me, his thick arms crossed over his chest, and his booming voice saying, “What you been up to you, son?” My eyes would be level with his pecs, bulging through his t-shirt, forced outwards by his crossed forearms, and I would reply, “Not much. Just reading.” He would stride towards my dad on his computer, his steps heavy on the floor, legs like tree trunks, his big round ass filling his faded blue jeans. He would say to dad, “You making the boy read your crap again? It’s summer vacation for chrissake.” He would rumble on and I would stare at his broad back, his round ass, and trace the outlines of his hamstrings.

God, I’m hard. I need to take care of this. Bye.

Journal Entry 6/1

The rain won’t let up! Flood warnings are posted for several counties. Memorial Day weekend was a bust. Dad hardly notices but I’m sick of this.

Journal Entry 6/3

Sun at last! We can’t go anywhere since the driveway is under water. Good thing dad usually stocks up on non-perishables. And Mr. Merrin called. I answered the call since dad was eating.

“You still sane, son?” Mr. Merrin had asked.

“Just barely, Mr. Merrin.”

“Son, call me Jim. All this mister crap makes me feel old. And when I feel old, I feel ornery.”

“Alright. Jim it is.”

“Your dad still writing his crap?”

“He’s eating right now.”

“Good for him! Tell him he should eat more and put some meat on.” I gave the message to dad.

“Son, why don’t you come up the hill to my cabin before you lose your mind? It’s not as bad up here.”

“I can’t, Jim. Our driveway is flooded.”

“You got boots don’t you? Take the trail behind your dad’s place. It’s only a couple of miles. You’ll see my cabin. The trail will be muddy but nothing dangerous.”

“Alright. I’ll be there. Thanks, Jim.”

Somehow I managed to sound casual even though my heart was beating fast and my cock was staining my cargo shorts with precum. I hung up and made for the bathroom. I managed to drop my shorts before I exploded. I caught my jizz in my right hand, supporting myself with my left on the sink. I licked my hand clean, imagining it was Jim’s cum.

Journal Entry 6/4

I spent the night here at Jim’s cabin. It’s a nice, roomy log cabin. He passes the nicer seasons here and winters in Florida.

When I arrived from the hike up, my boots and calves were caked in mud. Jim had me stand on a flat rock a few feet away from his stacks of firewood while he hosed my boots and calves with water. I had to do some complicated calculus in my head to keep from getting aroused. He put my boots on a boot warmer to dry and gave me a towel. I dug out my trailrunners from my backpack and we went for a stroll around the hill.

I love walking behind him. He kept pointing out the views but I was seeing something better. At one point, he bent down to pick up a fallen tree branch. It was a big one. I watched as his buns and hamstrings stretched out. I stopped breathing for a few seconds! And then, before we ardahan escort went into his cabin for lunch, we stopped at the same flat rock he had hosed me down. He planted his right foot on the rock and nodded to his cabin. “I had that built five years back. Best decision I’ve made. It did wonders for my writing.” He chuckled. “Yup, I’m a writer too. Mysteries are my thing, though. That’s why your dad puts up with me. I don’t really believe his writing is crap. It’s just friendly banter, you see.”

“I see, ” I said, literally and figuratively. I saw the mound between his legs. His bulge had always been visible but now it was more fully revealed. “I need to use the bathroom. Do you mind?” I blurted out.

“Help yourself, son. I’ll heat up some soup.”

I stood over the toilet and jacked off, imagining how big his cock and balls must be to create such a mound. Mine were bigger than average, a good size. Somehow I had to see him naked, I thought, as I once again filled my cupped hand with cum and ate it.

When I came out of the bathroom, Jim called me to eat in the living room. I sat down on the sofa and started on the chicken noodle soup, apparently from a can. Jim was sitting in a recliner, angled toward the sofa, in front of the fireplace with his mug of soup. I darted glances at him when he wasn’t looking my way. His shaved head glistened in the light. His green eyes would look out contentedly through the windows. He kept his moustache and beard short but not too short to be bristly. High cheekbones, wide and full lips, strong chin…I wanted to kiss him. His lightly haired arms were thick and muscular. He probably played football in his younger days. Now, chopping wood kept his upper body strong. Seated, bare feet on the hardwood floor, all of his lower body strained against the fabric of his jeans. I had to stop looking before…

“You alright, son?” Jim was looking straight at me. “You’re looking at me mighty strangely.”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to be rude.” I didn’t know what else to say.

“Don’t mind. I was hoping you’d be a little more straightfoward. I’m not very good at making advances.” Was that hope I was seeing in his eyes? He was hoping I’d hit on him!

“I…I didn’t…uh..think you…you know,” I stammered, hoping he would finish the sentence for me. But he kept quiet. “I didn’t think you were gay.”

His eyes never wavered from mine. “Well, I’m not, I guess. Never looked on a man with desire…before.”

“What do you mean ‘before’?”

“Before you.”

“You desire me?! Why? I’m just an average kid in college. I’m not a hottie or hugely endowed or anything like that.” I wasn’t being modest, just honest.

“If you’re not attracted to me, I’d understand. I’m more than twice your age…”

“Fuck, Jim! Not attracted to you! You’re all I’ve thought about the last few days. God, I’ve cum so many….” I couldn’t believe what I was saying. Even more, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Jim was blushing!

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

Jim smiled at me. I smiled back at him. Neither of us made a move though. We were both unsure of what to do next.

Jim cleared his throat and made as though to say something but faltered. He licked his lips. “Um…I’ve never been with a man. I don’t know how men do things. I’ve been with plenty of women, mind you, but that’s a different thing…different ways of doing things….well, you know…ah….” Jim looked away, embarrassed, still licking his lips.

I realized then that he wanted me to guide him, to show him how men do things. He was vulnerable, sitting there, licking his lips, his cheeks still a bit pink. How far would he follow? Let’s find out!

I stood up and walked over to him. I watched as he turned his face and looked up at me. He didn’t look at my bulging crotch but looked directly into my eyes. His eyes were like the waters of a bay on some Caribbean island. I swam in those waters for some time. I don’t know what he saw in my brown eyes. Finally, I broke eye contact and looked down on his crotch. His bulge was huge but I could tell he wasn’t hard.

“Are you sure you desire me? I’m hard,” I said with a glance at the tent in my shorts, “but you’re not.”

“I do, really. It doesn’t get hard unless it’s worked on.”

“Do you desire my body? Which parts?”

“Yes, your eyes and lips.” Again he licked his lips.

“Not my cock or ass?”

“I don’t know. This is all new to me,” Jim replied lamely. And for some strange reason, I noticed then that he had stopped referring to me as “son.” Jim had his hands spread on the the arms of the chair, the fingertips pressing into the cushions.

“Do you know what my name is, Jim?” I kept on with the interrogation even though I could see Jim was getting uncomfortable.

“No. Your father introduced you as his son and you never said. I don’t know. I guess I should have asked.”

“Jim, my name is Tommy. Nice to meet adıyaman escort you.” I extended a hand and Jim took it in his for handshake.

“Nice to meet you, Tommy.” We held on to each other’s hands. Finally, with a gentle smile, I released my grip and pulled my hand away. Jim didn’t try to hold on but kept his fingers lightly against my skin to prolong the contact.

“Take your shirt off, Jim.” I whispered.

Jim didn’t hesitate. He leaned forward and pulled off his shirt. I looked down on his bare torso, muscular pecs with firm, protruding nipples, soft downy hair full on the chest and tapering down to his belly button. He had bit of a gut but I could still see hints of the muscles beneath the fat.

Stepping back, I said, “Stand up and drop your pants.”

Again, Jim did not hesitate. He sprung to his feet, unbuckled his belt, unzipped the fly, and pushed his jeans down around his ankles. He stood there in his boxers, jeans pooled over his feet. I told him to drop his boxers and he complied.

I marveled at the man before me. “You are gorgeous,” I said. Jim blushed again. His soft, pink cock hung down over his round pink balls. He had a small fluff of brown pubic hair but his balls, like two billiard balls, were completely smooth. His thighs were massive with again that soft downy hair lightly covering them. He wasn’t a hairy man like I thought he would be but I wasn’t disappointed.

“Step out of your clothes and turn around,” I said with more authority in my voice. I was getting turned on by Jim’s obedience. Jim sprung to action immediately as though he had been waiting eagerly for instructions. His back and ass were smooth, just a faint fuzz of almost imperceptible hair. I ripped off my own clothes.

“Bend forward.” I watched again as his buns and hamstrings spread, now completely exposed. His calves too flexed and stretched. His tiny hole came into view, also pink and hairless. I wanted to lean down and eat his hole, press my tongue into him. This was too much for me. I needed to come.

“Sit down,” I commanded hoarsely. Once seated, I said to him, “I need to cum, Jim. I want to come in your mouth.”

Here Jim hesitated. “I don’t know, Tommy. Couldn’t you…”

“Your mouth, Jim. Open it.” Strange, I had never been very forceful before. Having this big, gorgeous, older man obey me turned me on enormously. I couldn’t stop.

Jim opened his mouth. I could see in his eyes that this wasn’t what he wanted. But he obeyed me anyways and I had to cum. I didn’t force my cock in. I laid the tip gently on his tongue, holding my cock in place with my hand. As soon as I felt his tongue, I shot my load. Though the shots battered the back of his throat, Jim didn’t bolt at all, but kept perfectly still. I, on the other hand, trembled bodily, collapsed forward. The orgasm had been a powerful one.

When I recovered and my heartbeat returned to normal, I looked down on Jim and saw that he was erect. His cock stood straight up like a mast. It looked more like a dangerous club than a cock, the head was an angry purple, a tiny glistening bead of precum on the pisshole.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” I asked. When he didn’t reply, I stood straight up and looked him in the face. His mouth was still open, filled with my cum. “Swallow it,” I ordered. He gulped it down and then licked his lip. I straddled his thighs, his cock pressing against my own and my stomach. I looked him in the eyes and kissed him. We moaned together as we kissed, our tongues lapping each other. I could taste the cum on his tongue.

I broke the kiss and gave Jim a mischievous grin. “I bet you like to be sucked?” Jim nodded. “Hold on, then.” I slid down off his lap and kissed his cock on the head. Jim gasped. I let loose, licking, kissing, sucking. His cock was thicker and longer than I’ve been used to but after a couple of minutes I adjusted to his size. At first, Jim was quiet except for a few gasps. But as he got closer to cumming, he began moaning and grunting. It is intoxicating when a big man moans and grunts.

I didn’t let him cum too soon. I wanted to play so I pulled away and fondled his balls. They felt so good cupped in my hands. Then I licked them and took each one in my mouth. “Oh!” I heard from Jim. I looked up to see his head tilted back, mouth gaping wide. I lavished attention on his balls for a couple of minutes and then attacked his cock with vigor. “Oh, God!” Jim exclaimed.

As soon as I felt his balls tighten and his legs tremble, I pulled away. “No. Please, Tommy. Don’t stop,” Jim begged. I grinned devilishly at him. Jim whimpered, realizing he’ll cum when I’m ready for him to cum. “Please, Tommy. Please let me cum.”

“Keep begging,” I said as I returned to his balls. They were delicious. I occasionally slapped them making Jim gasp and eyes bulge.

“Please, Tommy. I can’t take anymore. Please!”

“You want me to stop?”

“No, please, no. Don’t stop. Just let me cum.”

“I’m karabük escort not ready for you. Get up!”

Jim pushed himself up, his legs a little unsteady. I sat down on the chair and had Jim grip his ankles, his ass presented to me. I tenderly rubbed his ass cheeks. They were firm and hot. I brought my face closer and sniffed. His crack smelled like soap. Good, he had washed. I gripped his hips and, without warning, drove my tongue against his hole, licking it furiously. Jim’s whole body convulsed. He moaned, “Oh..oh, my…oh…oh, god!” After a little while, I eased up and licked gently, slowly. It sounded like Jim was purring, a deep baritone purr. My cock was completely hard again.

“Stand!” I was getting accustomed to using my commanding voice. Jim stood with his back to me. I caressed his ass and asked, “Are you enjoying all of this?”

“Yes,” he blurted, breathing heavily.

“Turn!” He stood with his cock proudly saluting me, precum dripping along the bottom of his shaft. The veins were pronounced. His balls were drawn up, sack furrowed, and they had also taken on an angry shade of purple. “Poor Jim, you really need to cum, don’t you?”

“Yes, Tommy. I do. Please let me cum.” He looked like a puppy begging for a treat. I didn’t reply immediately. Instead I watched as his chest and abs moved with his breathing.

“Do you like it when I command you?”

“Yes, Tommy.”

“Do you like obeying my commands?”

“Yes, Tommy.” Just then his cock twitched and a drop of precum oozed out and dropped to the floor.

“Did you obey any of the women you were with?”

“No, I was always in charge.”

“Why do you like obeying me then?”

“I don’t know. At first, I didn’t know what to do and you did so I went along. But then…then I started…to get turned on by it.” Jim was in full blush now. I adored him.

“Will you address me as ‘sir’?”

“Yes, sir.” My eyes bulged out as his cock hardened even more and rose almost to a complete vertical. I hadn’t thought it possible for it to get more erect. My own cock twitched up a few degrees.

“How do you feel about it though?”

“I admit I’m shocked and embarrassed but mostly aroused, sir. I didn’t expect any of this, sir. I never would have thought I would fall for another man, let alone be obeying him, sir.” It was amazing how naturally he took to addressing me as sir.

“You probably thought I’d suck you off and we’d both be happy.”

“Basically, sir.”

“What! No reciprocation?”

“I didn’t think about it, sir,” Jim confessed this with a meek shrug of his shoulders.

“Maybe I should just leave you like this and not let you cum.”

“No, please, sir. Please don’t leave me. I’ll do anything you command, sir.” He seemed to have forgotten that he had already taken my load in his mouth. Plus, he seemed more afraid of me leaving instead of him not cumming.

“I won’t leave. And I think I’ll show some mercy now.” I ordered Jim to straddle the chair, his legs hanging over the armrests. He gripped the back of the recliner. His ass was stretched wide a couple of inches above my thighs, his cock pointing straight at my face. I traced a fingertip along his lips. “Suck my finger. Get it nice and wet.” He took my finger in his mouth, his moist tongue circling it. His eyes were closed, lids fluttering.

“Open your eyes and look at me.” Jim popped his eyes open and looked at me as he continued sucking my finger. “Now, no matter what happens next, I want you to continue looking at me. Don’t close your eyes. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” he mumbled around my finger.

I snatched my hand away and quickly shoved it between his legs. I pressed the wet finger against his hole. His eyes opened wide. I couldn’t tell if he was excited or afraid. I pressed till the tip pushed through and then the entire finger. His eyelids fluttered, his mouth gaped, and his arms tensed. I felt a warm wetness on my arm. A rivulet of precum from Jim’s cock had slid around my forearm.

Moving my finger in and out, I asked, “Does that feel good?”

Jim’s mouth was still gaping open with rapid exhalations. “Yyyesss….sssirr.”

He was so close. He would explode any second. I lowered my mouth to his cock and flicked my tongue against the slit. More gasps from above. I wrapped my left hand around his balls, my right still finger fucking his ass, and then took his cock in my mouth till the head pressed against the back of my throat. Some of the shaft was still exposed. I couldn’t get it all in. I sucked hard, finger fucking Jim as fast and deep as I could.

It took only a few seconds. “Oh, God!” he cried out as he began shooting. I had only the mushroom head of his cock in my mouth. I wanted to feel the shots. They were like cannonballs, thick, hot, and forceful against my throat. He cried out again and again as he came, his body gyrating up and down, legs stretched out straight, trembling. As he descended from his climax, he whispered, “Thank you, sir.”

I pulled out my finger and placed it in front of his face. Unbidden, he took it in his mouth and licked it clean. He wouldn’t have stopped on his own so I pulled it back. “Thank you, sir,” he whispered again.

“You’re welcome. That was quite a load you shot. Was it a good orgasm?”

“Yes, sir. The best, sir.”

“Really? That was your best orgasm?”

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The Marriage Years Ch. 02

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** At the time of writing, I’m currently 48 years old and divorced for maybe 16 or 17 years. I cant quite remember. This is my attempt to string together some of my past experiences that rightly or wrongly have shaped who I am. I hope you enjoy reading this and please don’t judge me. I’d love to receive comments from my readers too so feel free to say what you want. **

*** *This story may contain references or elements of incest *

The Marriage Years Ch.02

We fell asleep again after that early morning blow job. I awoke to the feel of Ralph’s fingers pushing into my cunt. I moaned softly and spread my legs wider, turning slightly to him. “I want you in me.” I said as I kissed his mouth softly.

Ralph climbed over me, resting on his arms. I felt his cock pressing against my thigh and I moved my hand down to grab it and direct it to my hole. He slid in easily and as always I gasped at the first penetration. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer to me and deeper into me. He let his cock rest inside me as he kissed my forehead.

Slowly he began to move in and out of me. I gasped again, realising this was what I needed, his hard cock fucking me nicely. I moaned softly, thrusting my hips up against my husband, relishing the feel of his cock in me.

“Yes baby… oh fuck… fuck me baby.” I cooed, feeling my passion build deep within me. Ralph raised himself on his hands, ploughing deeper into me. His thrusts were slow but hard, his thighs slapping against my ass as he lurched into me. The hard sounds of fucking filled the room. Slap. Slap. Slap. My moans accompanied his thrusts. Unhh. Unhhh. Unnhhhhh.

Ralph kept up his steady rhythm. I felt my orgasm starting to build and I moaned louder. I spread my legs wider with my hands, taking him deeper into me. “Oh God yes… yess… Ralph… Ralpppphhhh… I’m gonna cummmmm!” I cried out as my body shook and trembled in orgasm. Ralph didn’t let up but kept fucking me deep and hard. One orgasm crashed into another as my pussy clasped and unclasped on his cock. My body spasmed and I tossed my head from side to side. Ralph groaned as he fucked me, a little faster now. “Fuck Erina, your pussy is so fucking tight… oh fuckkk”

I cried out in pleasure again as yet another orgasm coursed within me. Ralph buried his cock deep inside me and left it there as I felt my pussy clench his cock tightly. He kissed me hard as my pussy kept clenching and I trembled and shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me.

My orgasm slowly subsided and I felt Ralph pull out of me. He tapped me on my shoulder. “Get on your fours” He said, almost commanding.

I slid up and adopted the position, moving my ass back toward the edge of the bed. Ralph moved behind me and pulled my hips closer to him. He pressed his cock against my pussy and thrust in hard. I squealed. He held me fast then grasped my breasts and using them as leverage began to thrust in and out of my hard and fast.

My head collapsed to the bed and my hands gripped the sheets as I felt his cock ramming in and out of my cunt. Doggie style caused different feelings to flow through me. It was deeper and he felt bigger fucking me like this but there kastamonu escort was a lack of stimulus on my clit. My hand moved to cup his balls as he fucked me and at the same time I diddled my clit. The feelings were so intense and I just wanted it to go on and on and on. I came again, screaming loudly as I did so. I felt Ralph tensing inside me and he grunted. “Oh fuckkkk… cant hold back… fucckkkkkkk!”

His cock began to spasm. I felt his cock head swell and then he grunted loudly again as I shook with another big orgasm. We stayed locked together as I felt his cock twitch and jerk inside me. My own pussy contracted and convulsed on his cock, milking his cum into me as his fingers tweaked an pulled on my nipples.

I fell forward, feeling his cock slip out of me and cum begin to dribble down my thighs. I whimpered softly in pleasure feeling my whole body tingling. I felt the bed sink a little as Ralph moved up to lie beside me, face up. His hands rubbed my ass lightly. “You’re a good fuck.” Ralph said matter of factly. “One of the reasons I married you.” He laughed.

I lay face down, basking in the afterglow of many orgasms. His words however played on me and I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. In one sense, I felt good that he thought I was such a good fuck, on the other, I wondered if he had only married me to fuck and not because he loved me. I didn’t want to ruin the moment by asking him or making an issue out of it. I just lay there, feeling his cum leaking out of me.

“How about some coffee?” Ryan suddenly piped up.

“Hmmm?” I questioned softly. “You want coffee? We going down for breakfast?”

“Noo… just go put the kettle on and make me a cup.” Ryan laughed. “I don’t want to have to shower and clean up to go down. Go on then.” He said, smacking my ass playfully.

I got up, naked, freshly fucked, cum dripping out of my hole to make my husband a cup of coffee. His actions weren’t lost on me either. Where was the romance? Where was the offering to make me a cup of coffee? I felt like a maid almost, existing to do his bidding. Not a very nice start to the marriage but again, this was all in retrospect. At that moment, I did what was asked of me. It really wasn’t all that different to what had happened at home.

Cook. Clean. Wash. Fuck. Repeat. I could see that was how this marriage would be and that was what my life at home had become and it was just continuing now that I was married. I could see that. It was how my life was probably meant to be and I knew nothing else.

Dutifully, I made my new husband his coffee and brought it to him, smiling at him just like a good wife should. We stayed on till around 2pm at the hotel since we had a late checkout and I was kind of disappointed that we didn’t fuck again before leaving.

Married life with Ryan was okay. It wasn’t great and perhaps just wasn’t what I was expecting. I had wanted love, romance, the whole package. But the sweet, romantic Ryan that I had dated seemed to change overnight and literally overnight. After the first night so to speak.

Looking back, I don’t think he really changed. I just saw the real him. He still had his moments of kayseri escort being sweet and romantic but generally he was, well, just a typical man. Still, at that point in my life, that was all I knew and that was how I though it was supposed to be.

Sex was pretty good. Again, in retrospect it was nothing special. Along the way, after the divorce, I had some pretty amazing, unbridled sex that was perhaps even earth shattering. But who knows till you have experienced it right?

Ryan loved sex. He was just more interested in getting himself off and rarely bothered about how I felt. He wanted it all the time and I cant really say I complained although there were often times I just had too much on my mind or wasn’t really in the mood. Still, the words of my father rang in my year, telling me to keep my husband satisfied and so I did. I’d let him take me whenever he wanted and rarely, if ever said no. I might try to say no but he’d persist and it was just easier to give in rather than have him sulk and get moody.

Once when I was on my period, Ryan wanted sex. I had usually resorted to giving him Blowjobs every time I was on my period but this night he wanted to fuck me. He said he had read somewhere that period sex was amazing. He even threw in that he had heard it was amazing for the woman, for good measure.

I have a thing about being clean. I don’t like mess and I certainly didn’t relish the thought of fucking while I had my period. In my minds eye it was just messy and I didn’t want Ryan to see how messy I would become. He wanted it though and part of me also thought that if I didn’t try it, I wouldn’t know if I liked it.

So we’re kissing and cuddling on the bed and his hands move to my pad covered pussy. “No…I’m on my period.” I said, stopping his hand.

“So? I want you. I want to fuck that bleeding cunt.”

Ryan loved to talk dirty but somehow to me, it just seemed crass. Maybe it was just the way he did it, the words he used, or his tone. But it never turned me on. It did with other men later in my life though. I could never quite explain why it didn’t with Ryan.

“It’s messy.” I protested. “The bed will get all bloody.”

“So put a towel underneath you.” Ryan snapped.

Yeah, and I’m the one that will have to clean up the mess especially if it leaks on the bed, I thought to myself but didn’t say anything.

I got up, “Lets do it in the bathroom then, that’s easier to clean up.” I said softly. “Gimme 5 minutes to clean up,”

“No need to clean up.” He grinned.

“No!” I laughed. “I need to take off my pad. You can’t see that!”

“You’re my wife. I can see anything.” He retorted. I pushed him back on the bed and ran into the bathroom, locking the door for good measure. I peeled off my pad that was soaked from the whole afternoon. I could smell the metallic scent and in my mind I felt a little disgusted. Putting the pad in the bin, I stripped off and quickly opened the door to find Ralph already standing there naked.

He walked in, pushing me up against the wall, kissing me earnestly. I knelt down before him, taking his cock into my mouth. Kneeling on the bathroom floor, I sucked on kıbrıs escort his cock, tightening my lips around his shaft, hoping that I would get him off. I felt his hands on the back of my head, holding it there as he slowly fucked my mouth. My tongue swirled against the crown of his cock as I sucked harder. He suddenly pulled out, his cock wagging in front of my face and wet with my saliva.

“I want your cunt.” He said as his fingers reached down to tweak my breasts. “Stand up.”

I got up and looked up at him. Taking his hand, I led him into the shower cubicle. Placing my hands on the wall recess, I leant over, pushing my ass upwards. I felt him spread my ass cheeks and then his cock was at my pussy. My red, bleeding pussy.

I felt him pressing in and despite my reluctance, I let out a sigh as I felt his cock spreading into my bloody pussy. His cock felt thicker in my pussy and I heard him groan. “Oh fuck. It’s so hot and tight.”

Ralph started fucking me hard and fast. With each thrust I had to support myself to make sure I didn’t hit the taps or the shower rod in front of me. The angle wasn’t really good and I tried to press my ass downward to give him easier access. Once or twice his cock slipped out of me and it was a little frustrating. He grabbed my breasts and pulled me toward him as he slipped his cock in again. His fingers pinched my nipples as he fucked my, pulling my back on his cock with each thrust.

The pinching of my nipples sent jolts to my pussy and I pushed back at him. I could feel liquid running down my thighs and I figured out it was my period blood. Ralph groaned and moaned loudly as he fucked me and I fought my mental block at having him fuck my bleeding cunt. I felt an orgasm rising inside me and started moaning along with my husband.

He pulled my tighter against him. “Your period pussy is so good baby… so fucking good. You should have let me do this ages ago.”

“Just fuck me Ralph. Fuck me hard.” I cried out as I felt my orgasm approaching. I heard him grunt as he thrust into me with long, hard, deep strokes. I moaned loudly and as I started to orgasm, I felt him shudder and spurt inside of me.

“Fuckkk…I’m cumming.. I’m cumming..” Ralph cried out. My orgasm coursed through me but it wasn’t a big one but nice enough. His cock pulsed and twitched inside me and he stayed holding me me against him. I could feel his cock skrinking inside of me and then it slipped out with a plopping sound. I felt goo slipping out of me too and run down my thighs.

I glanced down and there were clumps of semen mixed with blood on the bathroom floor. I stood up and my thighs were covered in blood as well. I turned to look at Ralph and his flaccid cock was all red while his thighs had red streaks on them too. Not at all a pleasant sight but for some reason he seemed to like it and he had this grin on his face.

We both showered and I remember feeling quite grossed out at all the blood dripping out of me. Ralph finished off showering and I spend some time cleaning myself thoroughly and then scrubbing the bathroom floor a bit too.

I went back out after my shower to find Ralph fast asleep. He was obviously satisfied and satiated. It was the first time I had ever had period sex and I had to admit it wasn’t really my cup of tea. Over the years I did have period sex with other men and most were just to keep them happy. There was one man though where period sex was just amazing. But perhaps that’s a different story for a different time.

*To be continued*

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My Hertfordshire Lady Lover Ch. 01

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In 2014, I met a lady friend who wasn’t into the vanilla life of sex. She wanted extras. That made it special.

Her name for this story is S. A married woman from a sexless relationship. Like many people, she has needs too, and I was lucky to be the one to give her that. She was in her mid 40s, a lovely curvy body, and her grey/blue eyes always had a glint in them that says “I’m a naughty girl, fuck me hard” in them.

I didn’t mind at all on her marital status. We are grown up, mature adults, and we met up to have a fantastic time. She needed that escapism from the boring humdrum of her home life. I was all too willing to give it to her.

One day, we arranged to get a hotel day booking. I got there in advance of her, and checked in. I always love to get dressed up for my lady lover’s arrival. I texted her the room number, so she can go straight to it.

I got into the shower, and shaved all over. Douched and prepared my body for the fun and frolics to come.

I put on my favorite black and red lingerie. It is a body hugging top, with a skimpy g string that just about covered my cock and balls. My blonde wig and my bright cherry lipstick complimented the outfit so well, I was starting to get aroused by just looking at myself in the mirror.

I just finished getting ready when there was a knock on the door. I looked through the peep hole, and saw S there with a big beaming smile on her face.

“So glad you came.” I said as she was entering the room.

Before I could close the door, she grabbed my face and kissed me passionately and long in the open doorway. People walking past the room would see a woman kissing someone dressed as a slut.

“Darling, I am so looking forward in seeing you again.” She cheerily said, and then closed the door.

We sat on the bed drinking energy drinks and chatting about anything for a few minutes. It’s lovely to chat and laugh before things get started. After about 20 mons of chattering, S’s hands started stroking my stocking clad legs. I stopped talking, and looked deep in her eyes. She reached down into ardahan escort her bag, and brought out a selection of anal toys, vibrators, and a thick 24 inch double ended dildo. Along with them, she had another bag. Clutching on to that bag and making her way to the bathroom she looked at me with a cheeky smirk “I’m just going to freshen up. Feel free to lube up and play with the toys.”

I picked up a skinny vibrator and switched it on to a gentle buzz. I stroked it over the head of my semi erect cock, making it harder. The gentle buzz along the neck of the glans was making the blood flow harder into the shaft. My breath was getting quicker and quicker with each time I circle around the tip. I had to stop before it was too late. Looking across the toy selection, I saw a nice looking butt plug. It was pink and roughly 4 inches long and very thick. I lubed it up and started to tease it into my arsehole. It didn’t want to go in at first, so I moved it about to get a better angle. And with one firm push, it eased itself in. It was giving me a lovely full feeling. It was gently opening me up giving me that enjoyment of my arse being dilated.

Then the bathroom door open.

S came out wearing a very skimpy set of lingerie. The little black bra was just about holding in her 38dd breasts, and the thong was hiding along the open of her smooth pussy and disappeared between her buttocks..

The suspenders and stockings compliment the set very well.

“Enjoying yourself?” She chuckled.

I got up off the bed, walked over to her, and kissed her.

“Darling you look amazing. I could ravish you 24/7.” I said.

“Sweetie, my whole body is yours.” She whispered back at me. “No one else can do those things to me like you can do.”

Kissing again, she held my head with her left hand, her right hand caressing my buttocks. Then, letting go of my head, my sexy lady started moving her mouth down to my groin. Her face now up against the flimsy material of my thong. My cock bursting to be released from it’s lacy prison. Pre adıyaman escort cum started to ooze through the delicate material.

Her tongue greedily lapping up my cock fluid, giving murmurs of enjoyment with each lick. I grabbed her head, and gently rubbed my groin into her face more to let her know how much I enjoy the feeling. My cock, desperate to be released, getting harder and harder with each second being teased. Twitching, trying to rip through my thong.

After about a minute of teasing, S’s fingers hooked the top of my panties, setting free my meaty pole right in front of her face. She gasps as it sprung out and tapped her on the nose.

Looking up at me, S grinned. “You are a horny little devil. Let me taste how horny you are.”

She flicked her tongue over the tip, sending shivers up and down my body. My moans of delight getting louder with each time her licking goes over the opening of my cock. Then very slowly, her hot hungry mouth opened wide, engulfed the head of my veined shaft. Sealing her lips around it, and holding on to my hips, she proceeds to slide it further into her mouth. Back and forth, like a piston hitting the back of her mouth. Suddenly, her grip on my hips tightened, and then pushed her head further forwards, feeling the glan pop into her throat. Slowly withdrawing it back out, licking the glans, and then popping back in again. Giving her throat a slow, deep fucking.

“Oh my god!” I gasped, “that’s fucking amazing!”

Clenching my buttocks to remind me the butt plug is still in me was adding to the pleasure. I think S knew the effect the plug was having on me.

After a couple of knee trembling minutes, S released my cock, and stood up. Licking her lips, her hands releasing her massive breasts from her bra. Her nipples are very large and very erect. They protude out about one and a half inches and the base of the nipples are approx 3 inches in diameter.

LiftI brought my mouth down to her right breast. Taking all of the nipple in, and start lapping my tongue around karabük escort it like a lollipop. My right hand tweaking and pulling her left. She rolled her head back, moaning in delight. Her hands pulling my head into her tits to make me suck harder. Knowing that is her way of telling me to get more in my mouth and bite, I did.

“Ooooohhh!” She yelped “Don’t stop!”

She loves the way I chew on her titties.

I withdrew from her hard chewed nipple. It is now red from the chewing it got, the teeth marks surrounding her areola were very pronounced. S raised her bitten nipple to her mouth and kissed it delicately.

“I love the way you bite me.” She whispered. “It makes me totally yours.”

Pushing me backwards, “Now lay on the bed, I want your mouth elsewhere. “

I laid on my back and S climbed onto my chest. Looking direcctly into my eyes, she pulled her thong to one side, exposing her smooth, inviting pussy. The warm scent of her juices hit my nose, exciting my senses more. Sliding forward more, she positioned her moist love tunnel onto my lips. I kissed them delicately, each one making S purr like a contented kitten. I flicked my tongue out to her clit. Swirling my tongue around her little bud, making my lover squirm with delight. The more my tongue was flicking over it, the wetter she got. She knew I can lick and eat her pussy for hours. I knew she gets very very wet when I do that to her.

“Mmmmm,” she mummered “I love that.”

She was grinding her juicy mound on my greedy mouth, getting as much of it rubbing on my face. My face was getting wet with her juices, I started to lap and slurp away to prevent any waste. The wetter S got, the harder she rubbed herself on my face, the greedier my mouth got. Her breathing was getting quicker and quicker.

Suddenly she grabbed my head, and held it tightly against her mound. Struggling to suppress her groans of delight, she uttered “oohhh yesss!”

Nearly drowning in her gushing juices, I lapped and swallowed as much as she gave. It was absolute heaven.

Still holding my head in place, she looked down at me, and said “I need to pee. Now.”

She let go. Her warm piss started spraying into my mouth. Catching the salty sweet taste of her generous offerings, I maintained a good swallowing rhythm. Gulping as much as I am able to, I love her doing this to me. As I know that the favour will be returned.

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Savoring Our Youth Fellowship

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[Here’s another segment in my Bohemian church series. While this can be read as a stand-alone, you will likely gain more pleasure by reading the stories that precede it first. All characters are 18 or older. This story involves bodily fluids and matter, group sex, oral-anal contact, spanking, rituals, and a highly unlikely religious sect. If any of those things repel you, please look for another story more to your liking.]

Jack hosts a private party in his room at the Rectory

As I’ve mentioned before, ever since our intensive sacred rituals together in Dame Taborova’s sitting room, Brother Nick, Sisters Pavla and Katka and I felt a special bond between us. With the kind guidance of the good Dame and her ever resourceful housekeeper, Mrs. Capekova, we had all manifested our angelic twins — also known as our Guardian Angels — and had the great privilege of witnessing our hosts perform the Rite of the Martyrs’ Bliss, one of the most advanced rituals of the Bohemian old ways. A feeling surged up within us that we were like an order of young initiates delving into the mysteries of the old ways.

Knowing how we felt, Father Viktor and Mother Magdalene allowed us to sit together at our communal meals in the Rectory, our close proximity enabling our angelic twins to play a hand or two of poker while we ate our hearty Bohemian breakfasts and dinners. Because of our young ages — blind Sister Pavla was only twenty-three and the other three of us were just eighteen — the good Father tagged us “the Youth Fellowship” or YF for short, a teasing nickname that we actually rather liked. While Nick and I spent our weekdays serving the “needs” of the elderly Czech widows of the Bohemian parish, the four of us “youths” took to holding impromptu “meetings of the YF”, on our weekends, which were held up in my garret after dinner.

Before I share my memories of our inaugural YF session, I feel like I should better explain the Bohemian traditions regarding our angels. I can almost hear some of my long-suffering readers going “oh no, not more angel stuff! Let’s get to the kinky sex!”, but please bear with me. Getting a little clearer understanding of our relations with our angels should enhance your enjoyment of my peculiar memoirs. At least I hope so.

* * *

The usual Catholic notions about Guardian Angels can be summed up by the sentimental holy cards depicting a lovely blonde angel in white gowns and wings looking after a pair of strolling children and protecting them from harm. The belief is that we are all assigned our own guardian angel at birth, who immediately begins looking after us.

This bears little resemblance to Bohemian teachings regarding angels.

Our traditions have it that while everyone has the potential to manifest their angelic twin, they can only do so once they have come of age and can perform the Rite of the Immaculate Conception with a partner of the opposite sex. The woman must be a virgin with her hymen intact, for she is to symbolize the Blessed Virgin who was fertilized by the Holy Spirit via the Archangel Gabriel as symbolized by her partner. Tradition states that the Blessed Virgin’s hymen was not broken until the birth of Our Lord, but through sacrificing her anal virginity the woman immaculately “conceives” or manifests her angelic twin, as does her partner who is overshadowed by Gabriel.

Needless to say, this is an advanced ritual of the old ways, not commonly practiced by most modern day Czech couples, most of whom are not even aware of the old ways, unless they are lucky enough to have someone like Dame Taborova helping to preserve and promulgate the ancient Bohemian traditions and customs.

Perhaps I should clarify that when I have described my or the others’ angelic twins as “fluttering” about, I was not implying that our angels were miniature beings, like Tinkerbell in Peter Pan. By no means. Our angelic twins, while invisible from our earthly view, were our size and occupying the same space as we did, but in a higher dimension. Their “wings” were symbolic of their free mobility not constrained by the laws of gravity nor of time or space. Our angels communicated with us by the sharing of feelings, not through words. But feelings well expressed are sometimes better than mere words, which are all too easy to misunderstand or misconstrue.

Since our angelic twins were uniquely suited for the completion of our souls, it seemed to me that the angels we bonded with were decidedly Bohemian, unfazed by the sharing of pee and poop or the erotic nature of the old ways’ rituals. Our angels, to be sure, were guardians of our moral honesty and dignity, but they were quite liberal in what kind of behavior they accepted.

The Most High, in His all-encompassing embrace of bodily intimacy and open-heartedness, gave us the free will to explore our loving bonds and make mistakes that we could learn from. The worst missteps might call for physical mortification, but more often than not, our angels guided us towards experiences of sacred joy triggered by the most intense intimacy our souls could handle. kırklareli escort The founding of our Youth Fellowship, was an opportunity for us young servers of the church and its old ways to recharge ourselves by opening our hearts, and those of our angels, to a communal experience of holy bliss.

* * *

And so it came to pass that as the four of us were enjoying our special dessert of orange sorbet at dinner one Saturday, that my old school pal, Nick, who I had recruited as an additional lay server for the parish, gave me a nudge and spoke in a stage whisper just loud enough for all four of us to hear.

“Hey, Boss! If we really are a Youth Fellowship, isn’t it about time we had a little of that fellowship and held a meeting? How about tonight in your room? I know it’s kind of cramped, but at least your bed is bigger than mine or the Sisters’. What do you say, girls? Would you be up for some fooling around?”

Katka and Pavla giggled and grinned, while I nodded amiably and put on my thinking cap.

“Okay, kids. How about we meet at my room at 8 o’clock for a pajama party. Perhaps Father Viktor will allow us to make it a sleepover, as long as we get up in time to help serve in Sunday Mass tomorrow. Pajamas are optional, but if you’ve got any special sleepwear, I’m sure we’d love to see it!”

Once dinner adjourned, I consulted with the good Father and received his blessing for our YF “meeting” and sleepover, as long as we appointed a secretary and wrote up minutes describing what we got up to. If any photos were taken, we would receive special indulgences.

“Ah, Youth!” Father Viktor sighed. “I hope you appreciate just how lucky you young people are, to be able to have such a good time together unsupervised. I didn’t get to do such things until I was at seminary, and believe me, getting into the nuns’ bloomers was a very rare treat and out of the question unless both the Abbott and Abbess were present and directing things.” He sighed nostalgically.

“They say that ‘youth is wasted on the young’, so make the most of this opportunity and prove that saying wrong. I look forward to a good report. God bless.”

* * *

With that taken care of, I got up to my room in enough time to swap out my old sheets for fresh ones on my bed, and to sweep up my room and wash my chamberpot. The amenities were few in my garret, so straightening things up and spraying some air freshener around was the least I could do. Just as I finished changing into my nightshirt, there was a knock at my door. I strode over to open it and was delighted to find all three of my compatriots standing there in their bathrobes and slippers.

“Welcome, fellow youths!” I quipped. “Please come in and make yourselves at home.”

Nick took me at my word, and started going through my dresser drawers and my nightstand, no doubt hoping to find some hidden snacks or other contraband. The best he could come up with was a tube of lube and a half-consumed package of Oreos, which he blithely passed around to the others. He then sat down near the end of my bed and untied his bathrobe, revealing a nicely ironed pair of striped PJs in the national colors of Bohemia, with a gold-colored patch of a crowned lion rampant sewn to the PJ top around the location of his heart.

“Ooo La La, Nicky!” Katka chirped. “How dapper you are.”

“Why thank you, Sister K,” he replied, “and will you give us a peek at your evening attire?”

Sister Katka teasingly pulled open her robe to reveal her perfect petite body barely covered by a pink see-through babydoll negligee, which left nothing to the imagination. Her perky little titties pushed their excited nips against the thin fabric, while the lower hem of the nightie stopped just at her furry dirty-blonde twat revealing that she had skipped any panties for her ensemble.

“Oh, Baby! Just look at you,” Nick blurted. “Let’s bring this meeting to order and get down to business!”

“Slow down, sport,” I chided him. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. There’s Sister Pavla to think of.”

Indeed, there was poor Pavla, who I couldn’t help but notice was standing there forlornly, her blind eyes shielded by a pair of sunglasses, and clearly feeling left out of all the fun of seeing what each of us had to reveal. How could we be so thoughtless? As of that moment, I resolved to bring our sister into the thick of things, in a tactile way that would hopefully make up for the visual pleasures denied her.

Nick, to his credit, looked chagrined and rushed over to Pavla to give her a big loving hug.

“Sorry, babe. I’m such an idiot. Can you ever forgive me?”

“Well, I can try Brother Nick, but I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed in my nightwear as well.”

With a resolute dignity, Pavla untied her bathrobe and pulled it open, revealing a full-body, pale blue cotton onesie molded to her curvaceous form. She looked like a grownup toddler all set for bed, complete with a bulky diaper swathing her crotch beneath the onesie’s cloth.

While Katka was probably in on the getup afyon escort — judging by her mischievous smirk — both Nick and I were caught by surprise.

“Wow!” we exclaimed spontaneously. Without showing any flesh, Pavla managed to come off as hopelessly cute, enticingly sexy, and kinda kinky. Her sunglasses were the final touch. Nick and I were already sporting wood from Katka’s babydoll, but Pavla turned our boners into flagpoles, tenting out our PJs and nightshirt.

We all descended upon Pavla and the four of us engaged in a heartfelt Embrace of Eden which melded us together into one ecstatic mass. When we once again emerged into our separate selves, we were still totally blissed out. And that’s not counting our angelic twins who were all vibrating within and around us, like holy Hitachi Magic Wands. Without a moment’s hesitation, all of us fell into a pile of flesh and open hearts on my groaning bed and basked in the glow of love that enfolded us. Our guardian angels joyfully accompanied us, but luckily their invisible forms were weightless and didn’t further strain my bed’s creaking frame.

* * *

How long we remained together in that sated mass, I have no idea. Predictably, Nick was the first to stir, raising himself up on his elbow and speaking to no one in particular.

“So, how does this Youth Fellowship deal work? Are our meetings like workshops or do we have goals to accomplish or are they like cool excuses for making out and helping each other feel really good?”

Nick had a valid question. I’d given this some thought already, so I had a few ideas to toss out there.

“Why not all of those? Workshops are fine for learning stuff, and it’s always good to have a goal, and what’s wrong with making out and making love? That could be what the Youth Fellowship is all about. That all sounds to me like a great combination.”

“But, who’s going to organize all that, and keep things straight?”

“Well, Nick! It sounds like you might not be first in line for that task. Why don’t we consult our sisters? I suspect they might have some good ideas about how to make all those things work together.”

I gave Katka an encouraging look. She crinkled her nose back at me, but her bright eyes showed she appreciated the opportunity.

“You guys! Really! Are you determined to make our little club into some stupid complicated thing? Let’s just have a good time together. We can enjoy being squished into Brother Jack’s bed, fondling each other, and getting all juicy. Perhaps we can focus on one of us at a time and express our love for each other. Doesn’t that sound delicious? What do you think, Pavvy? Do you have any ideas to add?”

“Katttkaahh!” Pavla squealed. “That sounds great. How about we start with a nice sharing of pee and poop over in the communal toilets? If we concentrate on this sacred ritual, but minimize any emphasis on sight, perhaps we could all share in an enhancement of our other senses. You all could learn to experience the old ways just through touch, smell, taste, and sound. Believe me, that can be very powerful and exciting in its own right.

“Why don’t we all disrobe, though I think I will keep my diapers on. I’m in a really naughty mood, and sharing my sacraments with you by filling my nappy seems like a special treat. I hope you agree.”

This sounded like a great idea to me, and when I glanced over at Nick, I could tell that he was quite willing to go along with it. Nevertheless, I couldn’t avoid the hunch that the Sisters had brainstormed this proposal together in the interval between dinner and our 8 o’clock meeting time. They were no slouches in concocting ways that we could all make the most of our friendships with each other. Indeed, I was beginning to suspect that bowing to their leadership might make our time together extra spicy and intimate.

* * *

Since moving into my garret in the Rectory, I’d not spent much time in the communal bathroom across the hall. Its array of toilets and group showers were remnants of an earlier era when the clergy had been much more numerous and the urge to experience defecation and cleansing as communal rituals was at its peak. These days, more often than not, our sparse crew was content to relieve ourselves into our chamber pots and empty them daily into a commode in the communal bathrooms in the Rectory and Nunnery.

Thus, our YF shared a certain naughty thrill in darting across the hall to the dark and deserted bathroom to share our pee and poop. Lit only by a few dim nightlights, the spacious room had the feel of a dreamscape, where the sleeper sought out an elusive commode that wasn’t filled to the limit with unflushed waste.

However, in our present sparse residence, we had our choice of bathroom accommodations, and we quickly settled upon a four-commode toilet cluster, whose “thrones” were openly arrayed in a tight circle facing each other. For our pee sequence, Sisters Katka and Pavla plopped themselves down on two adjacent seats and spread their thighs wide. This exposed Katka’s mound amasya escort and pee-hole, while Pavla’s diapers hid her urethra from view. Nick and I positioned ourselves in front of our enticing partners and aimed our prongs at their crotches. The two girls held hands and cut loose with a gasp, while Nick and I reveled in drenching their privates with our warm piss. Both Sisters enjoyed ecstatic climaxes through this obscene exchange of intimacy.

For our poop-sharing, we rearranged ourselves on the seats, alternating male and female, holding hands and indulging in sexy “fuck talk”. Nick was especially brazen and got us going with his rude confessions.

“Shit! I’ve really got to go. I haven’t had a dump all day and I feel like I’m about to explode. I hope I’m not too stinky.”

This seemed to trigger Sister Pavla, who let out a low moan, and squeezed our hands tightly.

“Oh, Brother Nick. C’mon and get us going. I love the smell of your farts. Open your heart, you bad boy, and push out your sacraments.”

Nick made a look of great concentration and blasted us with a mighty “Brrrraaaaappppp!”, followed by an explosion of dung balls splashing the water beneath him. The stench was ferocious.

“Oh my God!” Katka squealed. “You are so full of shit, Nicky! Thank you for sharing.”

Katka closed her eyes and frowned, as she let out a silent stink-bomb and forced a long turd out with a crisp crackling sound. She let out a great sigh of satisfaction, blushing in the dim light, and shaking herself as if she had lost all control and cum with a sizzling squirt.

“Nice one, Sister Katka.” I chuckled. “I bet that felt good.”

“Very,” she panted.

Who was next? Everyone was gazing in my direction, so I took up the challenge. I felt stuffed with fudge and the need to release it was urgent. I relaxed my sphincter and grunted forcefully as I squeezed out a solid log of shit. A great feeling of release overcame me, like a warm cloud. I mouthed a silent prayer of thanks that the Bohemian old ways were still alive and well, blessing us with their grace.

It was now Sister Pavla’s turn to share her poop, which she was eager to do in her diapers. Her nappy was already soaked from Nick and me pissing on it earlier, its white fluffy surface defaced with our yellow pee.

“My dear friends,” she addressed us. “Can you surround me and hug me tight as I open my heart and shit for you? Just close your eyes and enjoy our love together. Inhale deeply and pray for our union.”

We arose and rushed over to our dear Pavla, caressing and holding her warm body from all sides, as she grunted urgently, passing her gas and pushing her rude turds into her nappy. Our angels were fluttering their wings and helping direct a downpour of heavenly grace upon us all as Pavla’s open heart drew us into her loving bowels, as if we were living sacraments of holy dung packed together in the maze of her colon.

We were all crying uncontrollably, the intensity of our emotions overwhelming us as our tears dripped down our faces and onto each other’s bodies. It was in a shared passage of such bliss that we knew without question that the Most High had consecrated our Youth Fellowship and our activities as a true expression of the old ways, and that we were absolved of our sins, no matter what we might do together.

We were sunk in a powerful trance, as Nick made himself useful by wadding up toilet paper and devotedly wiping our shitty asses clean. He helped Pavla remove her heavy laden diapers and dump their contents in her commode, and then we all walked hand-in-hand over to the communal showers, ritually cleansing ourselves for the next phase of our fellowship together.

* * *

All cleaned up from our sharing of pee and poop, our giddy band of young spiritual initiates strolled back across the hall to my modest garret. The space was cramped, we were eager and exuding pheromones, and one way or the other, we were going to get it on. We were like four firecrackers, just waiting to be lit.

Somehow, I’m not sure how, Sister Pavla was now our President and Directress. We all bowed to her, enjoying our surrender to her loving wisdom.

“Okay, everyone, time to go blind! Katka, would you get out the blindfolds and pass them around? Here’s your chance to experience the world as I do, all the time.”

Katka went over to her bathrobe and pulled out four black sleep masks, giving one to each of us. I held off putting mine on, while I watched the others donning theirs. Pavla carefully removed her sunglasses and handed them to Katka, as she took her blindfold and fitted its elastic band around her head. Finally, with some trepidation, I put mine on and submitted to the darkness. My sense of sight was no longer available, and I took a deep breath, trying to orient myself to this new challenge.

I can only imagine how comical we must have looked, as we all reached out tentatively and tried to determine where we stood in relation to each other, without colliding or knocking heads. Pavla, who was an old hand at this handicapped condition, managed to guide us over to the bed, and have Nick and me stand aside, as she and Katka crawled up on the bed and hunkered down with their butts in the air, presenting themselves for the Kiss of Peace. (Any further visual descriptions are just my after-the-fact estimations based on deploying my other senses.)

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Pisstory Pt. 02: Sur la route

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I suppose it must have been building up for some time, but in the weeks after I left school I started feeling like my life was going nowhere and that I knew absolutely nothing about the world. On one level that was certainly true — who at that age does know much about anything beyond his or her own brief and necessarily sheltered existence? On another it was stupidly pessimistic: I had a place reserved at a good university and likely another sixty or more years to live, develop a career, travel, meet interesting people, write the books I wanted to, and find out who I was and what I believed in.

And to have sex with lots of women, of course. I think at least part of my ennui was based on the fact that I was still, technically, a virgin. This was nowhere near as unusual for someone of my age at that period in history, when the widely-mocked Bill Clinton Defence — that you had only had sexual relations with someone if these had consisted in full penetrative genital intercourse — was taken for granted as fact. Two years earlier I’d spent an extraordinary couple of hours with a girl called Emma, indulging a miraculously discovered mutual interest in what the porn industry calls ‘watersports’, but which we felt instinctively was more fundamental to ourselves and each other than such a trivialising nickname. And yet the fact that in the process my penis had never actually touched her vagina, or vice-versa, somehow diminished what we had experienced — for me, in retrospect, at least.

I’d also been reading a lot of Jack Kerouac, and like many young men who do so at an impressionable age, I’d formed the conviction that what I needed to do to break the imagined stalemate of my life was to travel. Specifically to hitch-hike, to throw myself into the unknown in search of what my new mentor — self declared hedonist and spiritual seeker both — defined as a combination of ‘kicks’ and ‘beatitude.’

I’ve always been bad at calculated planning. Even in my later life as a writer and critic I’ve tended to base my studies on personally-grounded enthusiasms — some might say obsessions — rather than dry notions of what is Really Important according to some grand theory of Art or anything else. In this case I gave it a month, during which time I nervously dipped into the University’s reading list for my first term, before writing to the Registry, putting off my start date for a year, and taking a job in a factory store with the intention of saving enough money to go hitch-hiking around Europe in the New Year.

My parents weren’t impressed. To me that seemed to authenticate my decision, the older generation existing for an 18-year-old principally as something to rebel against. Nevertheless, I attempted to explain myself to my dad, and when it was just the two of us together he was accepting enough of my desire to kick over the traces, temporarily at least. In fact, in those few months before I set off we developed a closer relationship than we ever had before, albeit one whose affection was largely silent, in the manner of men of that era. At weekends I’d help him with his garden, and one Sunday in September, at the end of the hot weather, he asked me to build a bonfire of the dry plant waste and branches he’d been removing and to set it burning while he caught the end of a Sunday League cricket match on TV. As well as being happy to do it for him, it gave me an idea of how to resolve a minor, but niggling problem of my own.

I’d kept a pair of Emma’s dirty knickers since she gave them to me two summers ago, soaked in her cunt smell and the memory of our one sweaty, piss-stained evening together. They’d been the focus of a great deal of masturbation in the few weeks that followed, but then, as is the nature of these things, they’d started to lose their odour. After a while they were completely inert. I took to wrapping them round my cock as I wanked, trying to recreate Emma’s feel and scent. Then I started cumming into them, soaking their silk and the lightly-stained gusset with my own bodily fluids and smell. I’d long since realised that I’d have to get rid of them, and the prospect now of leaving them behind to risk being found by my mother on one of her cleaning jags was completely beyond the pale. Yet I’d not been able to throw them away. That would have been like betraying Emma and our unique experience together.

I suppose that’s what they mean by a fetish. But now my Dad was giving me a perfect solution. Emma’s pants would have a funeral pyre.

I banked up the fire, taking care to construct it so a throughflow of air could distribute the flame from bottom to top, laying aside damper branches, leaves and roots to be slowly fed into the blaze once it was properly going. The vegetal smell, fading now from the early part of the year when the sap was alive and coursing, gave me a nostalgic sense much like that I felt about Emma. I went to fetch her similarly faded underwear from its hiding place at the back of my wardrobe.

I’d stashed the dirty white silk knickers artvin escort in an old cardboard box file, under a bunch of papers I’d saved for various reasons in addition to their camouflage function: some early drafts of bad poetry; an attempted drawing from memory of Emma’s profile; some abstract doodling in various coloured ballpoint pens which I’d thought had an interesting abstract structure; a badly-printed paperback edition, in French, of an obscure pornographic novel ‘Memoirs of a Young Don Juan’ by the poet Apollinaire, which I’d acquired during a language-exchange visit; a slightly mocking article about Tom Waits from a music paper; and my ticket to that great man’s first British concert the previous year at the Dominion Theatre, London, which had convinced me that critics know nothing.

Riffling through these random significances it suddenly occurred to me that I should burn them all, their box file a cremation casket, like Egyptian grave goods sent to accompany Emma’s knickers to whatever afterlife awaits incinerated underwear.

A few minutes later it was done. A gap in the stacked branches was burning white hot and just big enough to insert the box into, as though it had been somehow meant for the purpose. The cardboard and the paper inside it caught instantly, first yellow, them orange, then charred red and black. I poked it with a damp branch to break up any remaining structure, and a plume of grey ash flakes was carried skyward on the upward thermal. One fluttered down at my feet and I realised, with amazement and satisfaction, that it was a small, charred cloth label: ‘St Michael. Pure silk. Size 10.’ It was Emma’s ghost. I kissed it and slipped it quickly into my wallet. It remains there to this day.

I gave my week’s notice at the factory just before Christmas. I spent the holiday drinking with old friends, most of them already one term into university. On Christmas Eve I bumped into Tom Harrison, down from Cambridge, and we found ourselves necking whisky with beer chasers in the King’s Head Hotel, one of the historic buildings in the old market square which had escaped destruction in the late modernising frenzy.

‘Remember when?’ is supposed to be a great destroyer of intelligent conversation, but we were callow enough at the time not to have much to romantically reminisce about, and besides we were drunk as skunks and feeling as confidential with each other as two young men ever are.

“Remember that Carnival night?” I said “You didn’t end up going out with Claire, did you?”

He knew that I knew, as everybody did, that he hadn’t. For the last two years Claire Jones had made a prominent item with another occasional mate of ours, Terry Keats. But he was sharp enough to answer the question I was really asking.

“I fingered her a bit and she tossed me off in the bus station bogs, but she wasn’t really my type. I take it you didn’t have any luck with her mate, Emma?”

“We went for a walk. She showed me where she used to work weekends. Had a couple of drinks.”

All technically true.

“Did you hear what happened to her? Claire told Terry, who told me, that a couple of months afterwards she suddenly moved. Cornwall or somewhere. Official version was her father found a new job, but she told Claire her folks had found her diary and didn’t like what was in it. Thought she’d gone off the rails and fallen in with bad company. Took her away to save her from herself.”

I was stunned. I could guess what was in the diary, or some of it at least.

“Did Claire say how, or who, exactly?”

“If she did, she didn’t tell Terry. My guess is drugs. Did she say anything to you that night about illicit pharmaceuticals?”

“Not a word. Like I said, we hung out, drank.”

“Whatever it was, I’m amazed. She struck me as pretty boring. No offence to you, of course.”

In the New Year I found an old canvas holdall in a charity shop which I imagined looked a little like the canvas bag that accompanied Kerouac on his journeys across America. Mindful of the mistake my hero had made wearing lightweight Mexican loafers in rain and fog during his first expedition I also bought a new pair of walking boots. And assuming that washing facilities in any cheap accommodation where I stayed along the way would probably amount to no more than a basin, I had my shoulder-length hair cut extremely short. This last measure was to prove unexpectedly useful. I threw a couple of spare shirts (plaid, of course, like Kerouac), some underwear and socks, my already dogeared paperback of ‘On the Road’ plus a French-language edition of another favourite, Albert Camus’ existentialist classic ‘The Outsider’, into my canvas bag, and I was ready.

I had about 200 UK pounds, converted into francs and US dollar traveller’s cheques, which ought to be enough to buy me food and cheap shelter for a couple of months. At Victoria Station in London I used the last of my English cash to buy a one-way boat train ticket aydın escort to Dieppe in Normandy. I was away. I was on the road.

I’d been to France three times before, once on a family holiday to Brittany, on two other occasions on language-exchange visits organised through school. I spoke the language well. I’d chosen to arrive via Dieppe not only because it was a cheaper crossing from England but because the harbour was not that of a faceless industrial transport hub, like Calais or Boulogne, but had all the appearance of a traditional fishing port to which the arrival of a daily ferry from England was incidental to its normal business of being French. As the boat approached the shore it was greeted by a crescent of cafés, bars, small hotels, boulangeries, and all the normal business of ‘la province’ — day to day rural France.

I went into a café advertising rooms to let and booked in for the night. At the tobacconist next door I bought a road map, a postcard, and a stamp. I remembered that ‘to make a map of France’ — ‘faire une carte de France’ — was a term one of my exchange partners had taught me for having what the English rather coyly term a ‘wet dream’, presumably because an ejaculation spread out across bed sheets takes a ragged equilateral shape not unlike the ‘hexagone’ of the French Republic’s borders. I’d recalled that phrase the night after my encounter with Emma when, recently showered following our pungent and ecstatic devouring of each other, I woke in the small hours, reached under my pillow for her newly dampened and spiced knickers, and came copiously over myself and my bedding after just a couple of strokes of my penis while sniffing them.

I’d already decided to structure my perambulations around France, much as Kerouac did his around the US, by visiting people I knew and seeing what would happen as a result. I was undecided as I looked at the map whether to go see Yann first in Britanny, or Jean-Luc in the city of Blois in the Loire valley. The ‘carte de France’ told me that I didn’t need to decide immediately, since to get to either I’d need to travel first to Rouen a little way south from Dieppe. I cheerfully wrote on a postcard addressed to my best friend Charlie O’Keefe “I’m on the Road to Rouen”, assuming he’d appreciate the clunking pun, stuck on the stamp and posted it in the yellow mailbox outside the ‘tabac’. Then I ordered mussels with fries in the café, drank a couple of beers, and looked surreptitiously around me for girls. There were none, but it wasn’t a bad start.

The following day I had no trouble, as soon as I hit the Dieppe city limits, in flagging a ride to Rouen. In fact, the woman who picked me up looked slightly disappointed I wasn’t going further. She was blonde, well turned out, sunglasses on her forehead despite the fact that it was January, and no more than thirty years old. As I climbed into her convertible Peugeot I might even have imagined she had ulterior designs on me, before I realised simultaneously that there was a sleeping baby in the rear seat, a wedding ring on her finger, and a slight hesitancy in her manner once she heard my accent.

“German?” she said as I settled the canvas bag across my knees.

“English. I’m visiting friends. Thanks for the lift.”

She relaxed.

“I’m going to Paris”

“Rouen will do. My friend’s in Britanny. Near Nantes.”

Yann it was, then.

Rouen was a medieval town, full of churches, bells and shrines. I was vaguely aware it was where Joan of Arc had been burnt at the stake. It wasn’t till I read a plaque near the site of this horrible execution that I learned she was only 19 years old at the time. Later I discovered that she had been subject to intrusive investigations by her own side as to her virginity when she’d started as a much younger teenager to claim religious inspiration, and had been raped by her captors and inquisitors among the English king’s forces before they killed her. Emma had, at least, been allowed to live despite her supposed sexual ‘deviancy’ being genuine, although those in power had uprooted her from her friends and at least one putative lover in order to preserve their own sense of rectitude. I did not like Rouen.

I got out of town as quickly as I could and was picked up almost immediately by a trucker.

“Military Service?” he asked as I clambered into his cab, at which point I realised the accidental stroke of genius that had led me to get my hair cut so short. At the time, all young Frenchmen were eligible for two years’ compulsory national military service, and army pay meant that many of them preferred to economise by hitching rides when travelling to and from their family homes. Truckers tended to be sympathetic to young blokes with buzz cuts.

“No, just travelling. I’m from England, visiting friends.”

“At least you’re not one of those long-haired anarchists. Come on.”

He took me as far as a town called Alencon. Getting out in a lorry park and service balıkesir escort area, I wondered how to execute the next stage of my journey given that it was already getting dark and the road running past seemed remarkably sparse in terms of traffic. There was another character hanging around the edges of the place, rucksack draped casually across his shoulder, hair too long to be a national serviceman, but obviously not a trucker himself.

“You hitching?” I said to him in my best slang French.

“Sure. But we ain’t gonna get a ride now. I know one of the drivers here. He’ll take us both tomorrow if you’re going west. Come on, I know somewhere warm we can sleep.”

I didn’t really have much choice but to follow him. Sure, he was smaller than me, and in a fist fight I could probably have beaten him, but who knew what weapons he might have on him or what his motivations might be to lure strangers away from lorry parks? On the other hand, what was the likelihood that any serial killer would spend his time lurking around truck stops in the hope of preying on some unidentifiable foreign Jack Kerouac-worshipping hitchhiker who might just happen to show up on the off chance?

I was pretty sure he wasn’t sexually interested in me either. His girlfriend was in Bordeaux, he said, and he was travelling to see her from Lille. He’d finished his Military Service, but the hitching bug had him, and he had no money anyway.

“There!” he declared, indicating a tall steel structure set a couple of hundred metres back from the road. It was a barn, and as we approached the warm odour of hay rolled toward us

I slept deeply. Of course, by the time I woke up there was no sign of my benefactor, and by the time I’d picked the hay stalks out of my hair and off my clothes and walked back to the truck stop there were no trucks left there either. For want of any better idea I wandered back to the road, stuck out my thumb, and was instantly picked up by a farmer in blue overalls driving a Renault 4 with two sheep in the back.

“Military Service?” he enquired.

He dropped me on the outskirts of Rennes, and it took three further lifts to make it to Yann’s village, although this was such a tiny place that my final driver acted above and beyond the call of generosity by stopping to ask a number of people, and probably taking himself way out of his normal circuit, in order to help me. As I walked up the lane to Yann’s family home I began to wonder how they’d receive me. It was four years since I’d been there. A lot had changed in my own life. What could I know about what had happened in theirs?

Yann’s father, Yvon, was a small farmer, and the first thing I noticed that had obviously changed was that there were no cows either in the field by the house or in the shed at right angles to it. In fact, the shed had been completely rebuilt and now looked like a new wing of the house, with ordinary door and glazed windows. There was no smell of cow dung and the paving of the yard was clearly visible underfoot, whereas previously it had always been covered by a layer of mud. Even the tractor looked clean.

Yann’s mother Berthe answered the door.

“Holy Mary!” she said “Joseph! All grown up!”

Yann was even more astonished to see me. We’d always got on, ever since our families had met on the beach at St-Nazaire, where I’d impressed everyone with my ability to converse in French and our respective fathers had somehow managed to communicate without language their shared fascination with growing things. Yann was a couple of years older, but our friendship was based initially on the music we liked. My little brother played football with Yann’s sister, who was actually the same age as me but not obsessed with Genesis, Gentle Giant, Alan Stivell or Malicorne. Our mothers just stared out to sea, drinking white wine and laughing occasionally in some kind of amused telepathy. We’d all been invited to the Morvans’ family home a couple of days later, and when we discovered our rented cottage was only a couple of miles away, Yann and I hung out with each other most days. He introduced me to more Celtic folk-rock; I played him some of my more obscure Progressive albums. Ever since then we’d swapped tapes by post.

He hadn’t mentioned that his dad was getting out of farming. That came up about an hour into our reunion, when everyone had been asked after and I’d been admonished several times for not giving them notice of my planned visit.

“There’s no future for the peasant farmer” Yvon said. “I’ve been totally reliant on subsidies for years. We sold the cows, and now I’ve just got maize and artichokes and a few sheep in the other field. We’re negotiating the sale of the land, and building holiday apartments on what’s left. You’ll get the idea when you sleep in the hay loft.”

“The hay loft?” said a girl’s voice from the door. A tall thin young woman with Yann and Yvon’s Celtic straight black hair and blue eyes was looking intently at me. “No one’s been in there before.”

“Alana?” It could only be Yann’s little sister. All grown up.

Her eyes were greyer, smokier than her brother’s. They carried a disconcerting combination of joy and concern, almost fear. Then she grinned deliberately and the expression went out of them, though she continued to look at me intently.

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Kate Returns Home Ch. 35

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[This story includes bodily functions as well as significant discipline. If any of this offends you, please read no further. This chapter will make more sense if you read the previous chapters first, but you don’t have to in order to enjoy it. All characters are well over 18. My thanks to Leslie Jones for encouraging me to use her Women’s Republic characters.]

CPT Nicole and 1LT Cynthia had essentially been living together for the year since they were named as Commandant and Deputy of Hergolia Camp, which long had and continued to have the reputation as the toughest retraining camp for men in the Women’s Republic.

There was no rule against women having same-sex relationships; women also were permitted to have two spouses in marriage, one male and one female. Men were not so empowered.

However, the Corrections Service did not want commissioned officers to cohabit publicly because the leadership felt that it conveyed a bad image of the service. Ever since Nicole and Cynthia had assumed command of the camp, some of the long-serving officers felt that their sharing a bedroom was violative of the Service’s ethos.

1LT Jones was qualified as a psychologist and she thought that Nicole and Cynthia had been doing an excellent job in maintaining the strong performance standards that had been the camp’s sine qua non for a long time. However, she knew that the two in command shared Nicole’s bed most nights. She was worried that there would be a scandal, even though the Service was never totally clear about the rules.

She was at headquarters a few weeks later and stopped by to chat with COL Rachel, who had evaluated the leadership at the camp in her capacity as chief of the internal affairs unit. She told Rachel that she was nervous about the situation where Nicole and Cynthia were obviously having an intimate relationship at the camp. She observed that this was only because such a relationship between the two top officers risked stirring up bad feelings and attitudes among the officers and the cadre.

“Have you observed any bad feelings or morale declines caused by this situation?” Rachel asked her.

Deirdre thought for a moment and responded, “Honestly, no. Not at this time.”

Rachel thanked her for coming to her about this situation. She said she would look into it and might make some further recommendations to the Chief of Staff.

After leaving her office, 1LT Jones started having recriminations. She now felt she was getting her commanders into trouble. Deirdre was a highly ethical officer, but she sometimes felt like an outsider in the Service, because she was professionally trained and certified as a psychologist.

Rachel decided that she needed to take some action. She wasn’t going to take this to Annette, the Chief of Staff. She instead would make it clear to Nicole and Cynthia that they needed to stay in their own quarters for a while. She decided to speak with her protégé, the head of the Disciplinary Unit, LTC Kate.

She phoned Kate’s office and when they spoke, asked her to come to her office to discuss a matter.

Kate said she would be over right away. She knew that Rachel would not ask her to discuss something unless it was important.

When she arrived, Rachel told her that an officer on the Hergolia staff had mentioned to her that camp morale among officers and cadre could be suffering from the clear awareness that CPT Nicole and 1LT Cynthia were engaged in a close intimate relationship.

“There are lots of same-sex relationships in the Service,” Kate responded.

“Yes, there are,” Rachel said, “but they shouldn’t cause morale problems like this one appears to have. And there’s a regulation that commissioned officers shouldn’t cohabit.””

“Have you determined a course of action?” Kate asked.

“No,” Rachel answered, “but I have some ideas. I told the officer I would look into this and then report to the Chief of Staff for action. I will call the two of them in, but I doubt I want to report this. Instead, I’d like to tell them they need to cool it, and that in lieu of anything further happening, I want them to submit to disciplining. This is where you come in.”

“Oh?” Kate said with a bit of surprise.

“Yes,” Rachel said. “I want them to be disciplined by you at your unit. Not the toilet box, but severely. And yes, you may have one of your cadre or officers participate with you.”

Kate owed her career advancement to Rachel, and she admired her intensely.

“I hope this doesn’t backfire,” she said.

“I will let the informing officer know that I’m taking action,” Rachel said. “I’ll tell her that I hope she will feel this is an appropriate resolution. I will advise her that if this goes further in official channels, she would be required to appear at a proceeding.”

“I think that will square it for your less formal approach,” Kate said.

Rachel contacted Deirdre, who was still at headquarters.

“I’m pleased that you are taking action,” she told Rachel. “I think this will solve the ardahan escort situation if you have them speak separately to the officers and then to the cadre about what has occurred.”

“I’ll think about that, Lieutenant,” Rachel declared. “I’d prefer to let them disclose what has occurred at their discretion.”

“Thank you,” Deirde said calmly. She rose, saluted Rachel, and walked out.

Rachel now asked 1SG Louise to travel in from Hergolia to speak with her about this matter. Louise wasn’t sure what was involved, but she knew that COL Rachel had visited Hergolia and had the ear of the Chief of Staff.

Louise took the transport to headquarters and reported to COL Rachel’s office at the appointed time. Rachel welcomed her and took no time getting to the point.

“I’ve been told that morale at the camp could be affected because there’s general awareness that the Commandant and Deputy share their bed on a continuing basis,” she began. “As you know, there’s no issue with same-sex relationships in the Service. However, when because of the positions held, the practice is discouraged, because it is felt that morale suffers.”

“Yes,” Louise responded. “People will talk. It’s fairly common knowledge at Hergolia that Nicole and Cynthia sleep together. I don’t think it has affected operations or morale, for that matter. I assume you have received reports?”

“Only from one observer,” Rachel answered. “I don’t intend to proceed formally on this. I wanted to hear from you because besides being the senior noncom, you have long experience at the post and with the Commandant.”

“I do feel I know CPT Nicole reasonably well,” Louise declared. “I think her leadership has been excellent and I don’t feel that this has caused any significant problems. I’m afraid some people look for problems, however.”

“As I said,” Rachel confirmed, “I’m not disposed to proceed further on this. I will call them to discuss it and may suggest some informal discipline.”

“That, of course, Ma’am, is your call,” Louise replied.

“Very well,” Rachel concluded. “Thanks for taking the time and trouble to come here and I do appreciate your input.”

Soon, Rachel had Nicole and Cynthia report to meet with her in her headquarters office. She explained to them that following her report, she had been informed that their cohabiting had been causing morale problems that they may not have been aware of.

“I have not spoken to many people at your camp, however, because I wanted to hear from you as to how you see this in terms of morale,” Rachel began.

“I think I’m better situated to gauge the impact on morale,” Cynthia stated. “Yes, it may be known, at least to some, that we do share a bed much of the time. I feel there’s not much of a problem. One person, maybe two, might not think it’s a good thing, but I can assure you it hasn’t compromised our positions. If I err, I expect Nicole to take action and she has assured me that she wants to know about any problems that relate to anything she does.”

“My position now is that this is a tricky situation,” Rachel said. “I don’t intend to proceed further because as you put it, this may be merely one person’s concern. I think you need to be sure that there’s no general morale issue caused by you. I’d like you to ask 1SG Louise to let you know if she detects anything that needs attention.”

Nicole now added that she felt Cynthia had correctly discussed the matter.

“Although I don’t intend to proceed further,” Rachel continued, “I’d like you both to submit to some disciplining here because this needs to be handled carefully. I will not ask you to stay apart, but I hope you will be attentive to camp attitudes, especially among cadre, and also encourage 1SG Louise to let you know if she detects anything.”

“I think we can accept that,” Nicole answered. Cynthia nodded her assent.

“Fine,” COL Rachel told them. “Then, please report now to LTC Kate, who will arrange for imposition of appropriate discipline. I will then regard this matter as closed. I hope you understand that while I’m not at all convinced that either of you has committed any offense or behaved improperly, I am doing this to put paid to this matter.”

“Thank you, Colonel,” Nicole said. Cynthia said the same.

They stood, saluted, and departed.

“I’m not going to spend time trying to decide who turned us in,” Nicole said. “Besides, a lot of people probably know we sleep together. I think Rachel didn’t feel any need to proceed and that this is a clean way for her to say she took action.”

“Easy to say before we feel Kate’s cane on our bottoms,” Cynthia grinned.

“I think Kate will put us through it,” Nicole said, “but we can take it.”

They proceeded to report to LTC Kate’s office in the Disciplinary Unit. She had already received the disposition form from Rachel through internal communication.

Grace ushered them into Kate’s inner office.

“Sorry I have to see you both in adıyaman escort this capacity,” Kate said. “It’s not that I’m just following orders, but I understand the necessity of maintaining appearances in terms of keeping morale up. I hope COL Rachel has disposed of this whole business.”

“We aren’t happy,” Nicole answered, “and we understand your position too. We’re ready to take our discipline and keep a closer eye on camp morale.”

“Very well,” Kate answered. “I’ve asked SFC Denise to participate with me. Let’s go to the Treatment Room.”

They all now walked down the familiar corridors of the Disciplinary Unit to the Treatment Room. SFC Denise was already there and greeted them respectfully.

LTC Kate now said that they needed to remove their uniform jackets and unzip and take off their skirts. Nicole and Cynthia proceeded to comply and stood in plain white bras and panties.

SFC Denise now directed them to sit on two of the punishment benches, which they did. She then lowered their panties to their knees.

Kate then gave the feared order to grasp their ankles and lean back so that they were in diaper position, with their bottoms and vulval area exposed. Their faces were now staring into the gussets of their panties at their knees.

Denise then stood before them and first inserted some lube into each of the women anally, followed by a glycerin suppository. They felt the smooth insertion and knew this would soon cause them to need to make bowel movements.

Now, Denise picked up a small graphite rod. She began giving them strokes on their bottoms with the rod, which did not register the severe sting or marks of a cane but did impart pain.

After she had given them each a dozen strokes, Kate took her place and started giving them three strokes each with her thin cane. Kate swung hard and the two began to groan and cry out. She gave each three three-stroke applications.

Because being in the diaper position with their pubes on display left Nicole and Cynthia so totally exposed, they were constantly worrying that they would be caned on their most sensitive places. This fear rose greatly when they were told to move their bottoms forward to the edge of the bench.

The implication that they would receive Mistress’s strokes did inspire fear in the two officers. There was perceptible tension in the air when Kate struck between Nicole’s legs and elicited a scream; then she moved behind Cynthia and struck in the same place. Cynthia screamed.

Kate’s cane had whistled between their labia and landed on Nicole’s blonde pubes and Cynthia’s auburn ones.

“Do either of you need to defecate now?” Denise inquired.

The two nodded their heads affirmatively.

Denise then brought out two large bowls and placed each between Nicole’s legs and then Cynthia’s.

“You may relieve yourselves,” Kate said coolly.

Nicole and Cynthia moved further forward, to the very edge of the bench, their panties still at their knees, and their bottom-holes now poised over the bowls. They humiliatingly released their anal sphincters in front of Kate and Denise. Both defecated into the bowls, excreting thick, large brown turds. Then they released their pee into the bowls, with accompanying embarrassing noise.

Denise handed each a toilet roll, which they proceeded to use. Then they deposited the soiled paper into the same bowls.

“This completes your discipline. You may retrieve your panties and your uniforms,” Kate now said. She told Denise she could leave now, and the sergeant departed.

Nicole and Cynthia dressed promptly.

“Thank you, Ma’am, for disciplining us,” Nicole said on behalf of both of them.

“I’m personally sorry that this was necessary,” Kate said. “I think so highly of you both. Good luck as you proceed.”

“We hope to justify your faith in us, Ma’am,” Nicole said.

“I’m sure you will,” Kate smiled. “By the way, I have no intention of mentioning anything about this to anyone except in my required reporting to COL Rachel.”

“Thank you again, Kate, if I may say that,” Cynthia said.

“You’re quite welcome, Cynthia, and Nicole,” Kate concluded.

“This is a somewhat unusual situation and I hope you understand that this was carried out here by me under direct order,” Kate explained.

“We do understand the situation,” Nicole replied.

“Since we are fellow officers, I’d like to invite you to my quarters for a bit of attitude readjustment, if I may be informal now,” Kate offered.

Nicole decided that it would be foolish to spurn Kate’s invitation.

“I think, under the circumstances, that we would be pleased to join you,” Nicole smiled.

“Good,” Kate answered with a broad smile, and the three then left the building together.

They walked the short distance to Kate’s well-furnished suite in the bachelor officers’ quarters. Kate asked if gin-and-tonics would be welcome.

“Absolutely!” Cynthia responded for the two.

Kate karabük escort mixed the drinks and Nicole and Cynthia toasted their hostess.

Kate grinned and said, “It’s easier for me to put that behind us but I do hope we can remain friends. Come inside and let me put some salve on your bottoms.”

As Nicole and Cynthia climbed onto Kate’s wide bed, they rucked up their skirts and pulled their panties down.

“Nicole,” Kate said evenly, “I’d much rather we end in the posture we had during our commercial shooting than earlier today.”

“Kate,” Nicole replied, “I’d far rather have you ministering to my bottom now than when I was in this position before.”

Kate took a dollop of her soothing cream and lightly smoothed it over Nicole’s striped buttocks. Then she did the same for Cynthia, who being dark-haired, did not show as angry a set of weals as the blonde Nicole did.

“I’d be very pleased, Kate, if you cared to rub inside, you know where,” Nicole cooed as her bottom eased its stinging.

Without responding, Kate slyly moved her fingers down Nicole’s anal crack and poked into Nicole’s cute little anus before moving down and lightly massaging her labia. Finally, she probed with her fingers gently into Nicole’s already flowing cunt.

Nicole knew that she was becoming hotter by the second. She moved her bottom and Kate resumed her ministrations moving her fingers in and out of Nicole’s steaming hole and letting her other hand’s fingers softly caress her protruding clit.

As Nicole ultimately released her ardor and exploded in a powerful cum, Kate turned her attentions to Cynthia who had been fascinated at Kate’s dedicated effort to arouse and satisfy Nicole. Cynthia thought of the intense punishment they had so recently endured, but quickly became aroused by Kate’s applying her fingers to Cynthia’s private areas.

She began moving her torso in rhythm with Kate’s teasing of her nipples and then her subtle fingering of her vaginal opening. Kate used her thumb to simultaneously stimulate Cynthia’s clit with only the slightest touching. Soon the auburn-haired Cynthia felt herself transported to a level of excitement and overall satisfaction as her insides cascaded into orgasm.

As Nicole recovered from her delicious arousal and culmination, she looked lovingly at Kate and asked if she could satisfy Kate now. Kate nodded her assent.

She proceeded to remove her uniform skirt and jacket, followed by her blouse, her hose and shoes, her bra, and lastly, stood in her Goose Cookers lined thong.

“You’re ready for our next commercial!” Nicole exuded as she helpfully lowered Kate’s tiny undies down and off. This disclosed Kate’s well-trimmed, dark-haired pubic hair on her mons which Nicole praised.

“You let it grow–wow!” Nicole observed. “I love your trim down there!”

“I learned a lot from you, sweetie,” Kate answered. “You saw how shy I was that first time at the studio where we made the commercials. Right now, however, I feel in need of something else from you first. Would you please take me across your lap and give me a nice spanking?”

Nicole was amazed that this noted disciplinarian was asking her to spank her here and now. She responded by crooking her finger to invite Kate to place herself across Nicole’s slim lap.

Kate carefully placed herself over Nicole’s lap. Nicole reached down to push Kate’s thighs apart which disclosed her protruding pussy lips. Nicole playfully patted those lips between Kate’s spread legs but then placed her hand on Kate’s cheeks.

She then began to spank the commandant of the Disciplinary Unit at her own request.

“I gather that you feel you have been a naughty girl, Katie,” Nicole chided. “I’m going to spank all that naughtiness out of you now.” She began spanking Kate’s already rosy bottom more forcefully and increased the tempo of her hard strokes.

Kate began to shake and moan from both the pain of the spanks and her arousal. She was getting off on being spanked by this young woman whom Kate had helped to promote to commandant of a retraining camp after Nicole had drawn Kate’s ire by, among other offenses, fucking Kate’s husband when Kate had sent him to the camp for retraining.

“You were embarrassed to show your panties in a commercial for all the women in our Republic to see,” Nicole lectured her. “Now you are showing Cynthia and me your own naughty cunt and asshole.” She interrupted the spanking to insert her finger deep into Kate’s anus.

“You naughty thing, Kate!” she exclaimed. “You gave us suppositories and we needed to shit into bowls in front of you earlier. Now I feel your doody in there! I want you to squat in front of me now and do your business right on the floor!”

Kate was in a reverie caused by her voluntary submission to the lovely young blonde dominatrix. She stood, squatted in front of Nicole and Cynthia, and pushed a large, long, deep brown turd, at least 8 inches, out of her cute little anus. It dropped onto the floor. She also involuntarily released a stream of deep golden pee.

“Cynthia, I didn’t give her permission to piss, did I?” Nicole asked.

“No, Nicole, she was still naughty and let her pee out when she shat,” Cynthia confirmed with a grin.

“Kate, for peeing without permission, you now will put that turd into your little panty crotch,” Nicole ordered.

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Becoming Owned to a Dominatrix

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This is an older story I wrote with my wife 15 years ago and submitted to another site, dusted it off and submitted here.

Little background on me first. My name is Brad I am in my 30’s average looking guy. I have dated women over the years and had serious relationships but have also not been shy with playing the Bi side. My experience has been oral, J/O, and topped a couple times. The below story takes place about 2 years ago when I was not in a serious relationship.

The place where I was working had to bring in a consultant to give lectures. Well, the person they brought in was a lawyer named Kelly. Well, was she was performing this lecture I did what every man did was picture her naked. She had attractive blond hair, but bigger than what I normally like. She wasn’t fat at all, but she was my height 5-11 and built well. She also seemed to be a little older than me by a couple years; I also noticed no ring on the finger.

Well after the lecture I stayed while everyone else left because I was working on my LT and didn’t realize Kelly was still sitting at the table. When I was complete, I thanked her, and we started talking. We were discussing what she talked about and then I threw my line in there, I asked her if I had questions can I call you, and she said sure my office number is on the paperwork, I then went one step further and said what if it was after hours I need to ask questions and then winked at her. Surprisingly see said sure and gave me her cell number. With that she left, and I waited 5 min and called her cell. I said you know what I do have more questions how about drinks tonight to discuss. She laughed and said sure. We planned to meet at a local restaurant bar.

Well, I got to the restaurant at 6 and she was there already, she was dressed in the same clothes, black dress pants and a white sweater. I sat down and we ordered drinks and food and just talked for the next couple hours. We hit it off perfectly and there was defiantly sexual chemistry between us that was brewing. It was getting late, and Kelly said she lived 5 min from the restaurant and if I wanted to stop for a night cap. Well of course I accepted, and I followed her home. She lived in a very high-end housing development; we pulled up to her house which was huge. She showed me in, and I was very surprised for single women how nice this house looked.

She made me a drink and we chatted before I knew it, we started to kiss and remove our clothes. She then went to her knees and pulled my cock out and gave me a blow job that was amazing, she brought me close to coming bought stopped and led me upstairs to the bedroom. Once in there I kissed her hard and picked her up and threw her on the bed, spread her legs and she guided my head to her cunt to eat, once she was worked up I moved up to fuck her and felt something hard on the bed, she had a huge dildo on the bed which I picked up and said I guess u don’t need this tonight, she was embarrassed and said she used it this morning before work and forgot to put away, I laughed and said it was hot threw it aside slipped on a rubber and fucked her till we both came.

We then passed out and fell asleep, I was awoken to her sucking my cock, when she saw that I was up she asked me if I can call off work and stay with her. It was a Friday and I had nothing big going on and said yes. She then grabbed the phone and called out, handed me the phone and said to call out and meet her in the shower to clean off. I called off and met her in the shower and to make a long story short for Friday and the weekend we fucked and sucked till we passed out. It was the most amazing sex and most sex I ever had. We ordered food in and stayed naked the whole weekend; it was an amazing time. We fucked all over the house.

I went home that sun night for the first time since Thursday. I needed to rest and get ready to work on Monday. M-F was the same we both worked, and I would pick her up after work go for a nice dinner then back to her house to fuck and sleep. The weekend came again, and we did the same and stayed in her house and fucked the whole time ordering out for food. We were getting along, and I was feeling something for Kelly. The following week on Monday I called her to confirm our plans and she was short with me and said she couldn’t see me, and she had to go away. It seemed weird but I thought maybe she was having issues kastamonu escort with work.

I never heard from her all week and on Thursday I tried to call her, and I could tell she was blowing me off and sending me to her VM which she never called me back. Finaly after 5 she called me back and said I needed to get to the point that she didn’t want to see me anymore and hung up. I was shocked and thought we had something. I ended up going to the bar upset but didn’t stay long and drove to her house. She was there and asked what I didn’t get when she said she didn’t want to see me, I told her I liked her and wanted to see what the problem was. She looked sad and I walked in, all she said was it won’t work out I asked why and the next thing I knew we were kissing and making our way upstairs where we fucked each other hard. As we were laying there, I asked her what the problem was, and wow did she surprise me.

She went on to tell me she enjoyed the last couple weeks, and she needed a man to fuck her brains out for once, but this isn’t what she was looking of in a relationship. She went on to tell me that she is a dominatrix with a goal to own a man slave for her pleasure. I was in complete shock but asked her questions. She said she started this lifestyle 5 years ago when she joined the law firm she works at, one of the partners there a women named Carrie was a dominatrix who she hooked up with and was trained by to live this lifestyle. I laid there in bed with her in shock, she said liked me but didn’t want to waste our time with something that was going anywhere. She said after tonight we couldn’t see each other. We then fucked each other hard and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, I woke up and was thinking about what she told me and grew very hard. I woke her up and to my shock said to her that let’s try what she was into. She laughed and said I had no clue what I was talking about. I said it didn’t matter I like you and maybe we can work this out to please each other. I said I was no stranger to kinky and told her I have tried BI before and liked which shocked her a little. She went on to say still this was different than what I was thinking, she was looking for a guy to submit to her and for her to own in every way. I continued to try to talk her into it telling her I liked her a lot and wanted to be with her, I said please let me submit to you for your pleasure. She wanted to know how serious I was and I said very. She said once I submitted there was no turning back, I was hers. I said OK what I should do. She said think about it for the day and If I really wanted this and to submit to her come back tonight Fri night at 7, I agreed.

All day Friday I was tired from not sleeping well and was thinking about what I told her. I got to thinking about the last few weeks with her and wanted to be with her and said what the hell how bad it can be. 7pm showed up and I went to her house as told. She was surprised to see me and led me in. She asked me again was I sure about this, to which I said yes. She grabbed my hand and said to follow her. She leads me to the basement which I was never to before. Once down there I was shocked beyond belief. 1st it was huge like an apartment, there were mattresses, tables, couple different style swings, dildos, and vibrators on a rack on the wall, masks, and other things I had no clue what they were. She said welcome to her life. She then took me to a side room which was like a changing area with a bathroom. She said this was my last opportunity to leave. She said once I submitted to her there was no turning back no matter what.

She said once she had me submit it was out of her hands and I was hers. I figured this was part of the role playing and agreed. She said OK and gave me instructions. She told me to strip down now and hand her my clothes, once done she said she was leaving and for me to stay there, she handed me a note and said to read in full and follow 100%, she then left.

The note read for me to put on what was in the top drawer of the stand, stay in the room until I heard a knock on the door and obey everything I was told. I opened the stand to find a pair of thigh high stockings, thong, and bra, all in white. There was also a small-but plug with lube. I have never used one before, but it was small and fit in my ass kayseri escort perfect. I finished dressing and looked in the mirror and started to have 2nd thoughts, what the hell I was doing dressed like this with a plug in my ass. The next thing I heard was a knock on the door of a man’s voice saying faggot get out here. I was shocked and didn’t move until he knocked again and said to get out of here now.

I walked out to see a guy there totally naked holding his cock. There was another woman there dressed in a business suit sitting in the corner just watching.

The guy started to laugh and said I was a fag. He said he heard I have been with other men and wanted me to tell him about it now. I was a little scared, but he kept saying for me to tell. I finally started to tell him about my experience with men and how I sucked them and fucked a couple and how I found them and met them. I started to get hard and excited about telling him these stories and he knew it. He then asked me what I wanted right now and without thinking I just blurted out that I wanted his cock in my mouth.

He laughed and asked how bad I wanted it and said a lot, he then made me get on my knees and crawl to him and beg to suck his cock to which I did. At this point I was dressed in bra stocking and panties with a plug in my ass, I strange women watching begging to suck a stranger’s cock, and had no clue where Kelly was. He finally gave me his cock and I sucked like there was not a tomorrow, until he came in my mouth to which I surprised myself and swallowed. He pulled me up and led me over to a table where he pushed me over it slid my panties down and removed the plug. He then whispered in my ear to beg him to fuck me.

I was so hard and excited at this point and have thought about it before but still had a virgin ass, but I just screamed out fuck my ass now, he then lubed me up and fucked me hard not caring about my pain, after a couple min if was feeling great and I was yelling out to fuck me hard. Since he just came, he lasted a while and then he finally came surprising the hell out of me in my ass. At this point I was exhausted and not thinking clearly, he grabbed me hard and dragged me to some device where he lifted my arms and put straps on my wrists holding my arms up, I was too tired to try to stop it. I asked him what he was doing, and he said what he was told, he was done with me and just finishing up he then forced a gag ball in my mouth which he tied behind my head.

At this point I never came and was very hard, he then took out a device that looked like a strap on, but it was opposite the cock went in my ass and tied in the front and just looked like leather underpants, my cock was so hard he couldn’t fit my cock in there so he jerked me off and I came fast, once I was soft he strapped it. He then said enjoy your life, he then put ear plugs in me and put a mask and strapped it. I was now left there hanging and thinking. I couldn’t believe what got into. I finally passed out and was woken by someone unstrapping me and guiding me somewhere. The cock pants were removed, and I was forced to sit down. I can tell I was on a toilet and relived myself pissing and shitting. I was then pulled up and forced into the tub where I could feel someone cleaning me. I still had on the mask gag and ear plugs and had no clue what was going on and how long I was there. One cleaned I was pulled and placed in some sort of chair where I was tied up again, the mask was removed along with the ear plugs. I finally saw Kelly, and how my life changed.

Kelly was dressed in all leather and looked amazing. I tried to look around but couldn’t, she said we were alone now. She also said she owned me and there was no turning back. Kelly then went on to tell me how I was to call her mistress from now on and nothing else. Still gagged I was untied and dragged over to a table like before I was pushed over it and she chained my arms to the legs and legs my ass was open and in the air. I then saw her slipping on the cock pants like I had before, but these were different. She had a cock that went in her pussy and then she strapped them on, and they had a strap on also. She came behind me and pushed the dildo in my ass and started to fuck me hard. She started to say things like I was a fag and her property and how she would train kıbrıs escort me to be a true man slave and have me fucked and humiliated all the time, she kept me tied to the table and told me not to say a fucking word or she would hurt me, she then removed the gag and gave me something to drink. When I was done the gag was placed back and she fucked my ass until I passed out.

This continued until late Sunday when She finally untied me and threw my clothes at me. She said I had some things to do before I was her full time. She told me to go home and rest then on Monday morning go to work, quit my job, and tell them I was moving, then come home and move out of my apartment and tell friends that I was moving also. I couldn’t believe what she said and then she said to make sure it was all done, and I returned to her full time on Wed. She then left me to dress and go. When I got home, I showered and passed out in bed.

When I awoke, I thought about the weekend and what she said and that’s it was cool role playing. I went to work like normal and worked all day. As I was getting ready to leave my phone rand and it was Kelly, she said to get my fag ass over her place by 6. When I got there Kelly was getting there at the same time from work, she looked great in a business outfit. We went inside and Kelly made me a drink and told me to follow her downstairs. When we got down there, I started to feel dizzy and the next thing I remember was Kelly grabbing me and putting her hand over my mouth and nose and then it went black.

When I awoke, I couldn’t move, I was tied to a chair, gagged, and felt something in my ass. I was like this for 10 min until I saw Kelly who appeared in front of me wearing her dominatrix outfit. She went on to talk and ask how fucking stupid I was, she said this isn’t a game asshole I own you now and when I tell you something to do you listen.

I was confused as hell. She said again this isn’t a game I owe you and your life as you know it is over, I was hers now and there was no way out, even if she wanted to let me go she couldn’t. She then went on to say she knows I didn’t quit my job like instructed and maybe I didn’t know how serious she was. She then put on a TV in front of me and hit the play button what played shocked the hell out of me, she made me watch a whole video of me from the previous Fri night getting dressed in women’s undergarments then telling a guy about my past Bi times and how I liked sucking cock.

It then showed me begging to suck his cock and swallowing his load and then begging to be fucked. She said this was not the only copy, the girl who watched the other night was her boss at work and life Carrie, who see calls Goddess. She has the other copy, and if I don’t listen, they will send these copies to people I know and family. I started to cry, and she said it wouldn’t help even if she felt bad and let me go Carrie would make me hers, so I better sux it up and realize my future and that Kelly owns me. She told me the same thing as the night before and said I had till Thursday to get my current life in order and be ready to start my new life. I went home and cried all night and thought about what I got into.

The next day I went to work but I couldn’t quit. I thought she was bluffing. In the late morning my phone rand and Kelly said why I had I not quit yet, I asked her how she knew, and she said she knows people there and asked around. I said I wasn’t quitting, and she said really, she then said check my email. I received an email from her with a link, The link took me to a webpage that showed me begging for cock dressed up. I got scared and Kelly said I had 30 min to quit, or everyone would have this. I then did it, I wrote my letter and told the boss I had to quit now and leave. I walked out of the office and went to Kelly’s. I waited till she got home and asked her what was next. She said since I couldn’t be trusted she would take care of the rest, she took my keys and said she would deal with the apt and I wouldn’t need anything there anymore.

Over the next couple of months, I was trained to be a bitch. All my hair was removed I dressed only in women clothes. I was taken every week to a different party that Kelly and her boss had. I alone with some of her boss’s slaves was the main attraction. These parties were always held at a different house that was like a mansion. I was fucked by strangers and used how they wanted. Sometimes they even rented me out for a night week, and even a couple weeks to go away.

This went on for 2 years until I was sold to an older couple and moved with them far away. I have long hair now and I am called Brenda. I try to stay happy and enjoy my life since there is no way to get out of it.

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Peeping on Lucy

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Editor’s note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional mind control, rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.

*****

I’m a huge peeping tom. I just love secretly stroking my fat cock to the ladies in my neighborhood, and none more than my favorite and the end of my block, Lucy. I’m obsessed, I hide in her bushes by her bedroom window at least twice a week, hoping for a peek of her perky tits or shapely round ass. Once I saw her right as she came out of the shower. Lucy dropped her towel and I got a full-frontal shot. As soon as I saw her freckled tits, I blew the biggest load I had ever produced into the air. Some droplets landed on the windowsill and I left them as a tribute to her perfect body.

Today is Friday, and I see Lucy’s car in the driveway, so I know she’s home alone again. It’s such a shame that she has to be by herself on a Friday night. I’m positioned by her bedroom window, stroking myself and daydreaming of what I might see today. She left some lingerie on the foot of the bed so I am hoping she might dress sexily for her husband and I will get to see her in the outfit. Lucy passes through the bedroom wearing comfortable house clothes and heads into the bathroom. My heart is racing since I am hoping she is headed for a shower before bed and I’ll get to see her exposed again if she changes in the bedroom. I hear the shower start and she steps back into the bedroom for a moment, shirtless. I grip my cock hard as I stare at her cute little pink nipples. She takes her earrings out and puts them on the dresser before turning back to the bathroom. I can’t see around the corner into the bathroom and lose sight of her as she heads toward the shower.

I’ve been fantasizing and slowly masturbating while I wait for Lucy to finish her shower. I hear the water shut off and instantly snap to attention. Now is the moment of truth. As she steps out of the bathroom in her towel, she is combing her hair. Lucy sits at the edge of the bed and undoes the towel. My cock jumps in my hand as I get to see her glorious figure again. Her B cup tits are so firm and round, even as she leans forward. Her thin waist and flared hips are begging to be grabbed as I pull her to me. Lucy slides the black lace panty up her long slender legs and wiggles her pert butt as she works the waistband over her hips. She grabs the matching lace bra and deftly reaches behind her back to clasp it in place.

Just then her cell phone starts to light up. She walks to the dresser and grabs the phone, then holds it to her ear. She turns away from me but I can see her posture change. She seems deflated and sad. I am guessing her husband called and had to work late again. She sets the phone down and walks to her side of the bed. She opens the nightstand and pulls out a wand vibrator and a pink dildo. My breath becomes ragged as I realize she is about to masturbate right in front of me! Lucy lays on the bed and closes her eyes. She reaches down and pulls her panties to the side. I can see her finger tracing her clit and her hips buck each time kırklareli escort her finger slides across it. She puts down the vibrator and starts squeezing her left breast through the bra. Her knuckles turn white as she compresses her tit hard. her mouth opens and she arches her back.

Lucy then reaches over and grabs the vibrator and presses it into her mound. Her ass lifts up to meet it and she plunges the dildo into her pussy. She begins to pump her toy in and out of her wet snatch while at the same time riding the vibrator up and down over the top of her panty covered clit. I start frantically pumping my throbbing member as I shake from the sheer eroticism of what I am seeing. But, just like that, I see her thighs shake and she collapses back to the bed. She quickly turns off the vibrator and puts in back in it’s drawer along with the dildo. I was so caught up in what I was watching, I edged myself past her orgasm and now it’s too late. She reaches over to her bedstand night, and turns it over, blanketing the room in darkness. Stunned, I sit disappointed, holding my softening cock. I didn’t cum….

I say by Lucy’s window for an hour or more, hoping she would maybe wake back up and want to masturbate again. I knew deep down it was hopeless, but I thought if I just willed it hard enough, it might happen. I’m still so horny from what I saw I can barely think straight. Then I have an idea. I could sneak in and hide by her bed. If I could see her again, I could finish and then I would head straight home. I snuck around to the deck and up to the sliding glass door of her livingroom. The last time I had been over as a guest, I had jammed a small nail into the lock latch so it wouldn’t quite lock. I was just hoping they hadn’t noticed or fixed it. Luckily, they hadn’t and with a gentle rocking of the handle, the lock released and door slid quietly open. Since I had visited as a neighbor before to have drinks with her husband, I knew the floorplan and layout of the furniture. I silently slid the door shut and crept my way through the livingroom and down the hall to the master bedroom.

Lucy’s door was left open. She was laying in her bed under a sheet and a duvet. She had a silk sleep mask on her face and she was breathing softly. I dropped to my knees and started crawling toward her bedside. As I neared, she shifted and I froze. I suddenly felt a lightning bolt of fear. What if she catches me? I could be arrested! I started breathing heavily as my heart thumped so loudly, I was sure Lucy would hear it. I must have stayed like that, crouching and waiting for five whole minutes. As my heart calmed, my resolve returned. I just wanted to see that dildo. Maybe taste it and see what she tasted like. I grew bold again and crawled up to the edge of her bed. I reached out and started to try to silently pull the drawer open that I had seen her put the toys in. The drawer slid open with a small sound of wood scraping against wood.

Again Lucy sighed and I froze, my neck tingling as all the hair stood up. I slid the drawer out enough to see the afyon escort dildo. I reached in and lifted it out. I brought it to my nose and sniffed greedily. The smell of silicone was strong, but there was also a hint of something else. There was a tangy rich smell of Lucy’s cum. I licked the dildo to see if I could taste it but the taste of the silicone was too overpowering. Disappointed, I held the toy in my hand, leaned back and undid the button of my shorts. My cock started hardening and I gently stroked it to a full erection. I put the dildo up to the base of my cock and was surprised at how much larger I was than it. My wide purple head was twice as thick ad the featureless tip and I was several inches longer and girthier. “My Lucy deserves better.” I thought. I looked over the bed at her, snoring softly, and was overcome with the urge to have her.

I put the dildo back in the drawer and closed it. Then I stood up over her side of the bed and reached down to the duvet and sheet covering her. I started to peel it back over her body, exposing her chest and midsection. I pulled it down past her feet and let it drape off the bed onto the floor. Lucy started to shiver slightly at the change in temperature. I lowered my shorts and boxers to the floor, exposing my full erection just over her breasts. I then reached down and started working her lace panties off her hips. Lucy murmured in her sleep but did not wake as I slowly took her panties to her ankles and then off her feet completely. I then lifted her legs and positioned my head just above her swollen vulva. At this point Lucy was fidgeting but still had not awoken completely. I bent down and took a long lick of her juice. At this, she sucked in her breath and started to reach up to remove her mask. I quickly grabbed her arms and slid up her body between her legs, putting my chest even with hers. Lucy started to breathe heavily and shake. I shushed her gently.

“Who are you?” She asked shakily.

“I’m a long time admirer. I saw you alone tonight and I wanted to help you.” I replied.

“Please. Leave me alone and go. I don’t want you.” She rasped.

“I think you are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. I just want to bring you pleasure.” I whispered.

I felt her legs moving underneath me as she tried to put her knees into my waist. At the same time she was starting to strain her wrists against my hands. I pinned her down more with my body weight, pressing my hard cock into her pubic mound. At this she froze.

“is that your cock?” She asked. “Are you going to fuck me?”

“Yes.” I answered as a reply to both questions.

“I can’t see it. It feels huge. I am scared. Please just let me go.” She begged.

In response, I simply rubbed my head across her entrance. I felt her tense each time my cock head slid across her opening and up to her clit.

“Please….no……” Lucy implored in a choked whisper.

After a few strokes, I felt my head catch on her vagina and start to slide downward into her pussy. She felt it too and I heard her whimper as my head forced amasya escort her lips aside. Her earlier wetness was still present and that allowed the first several inches of my cock to start sliding slowly into her. I looked at Lucy’s face. Her mouth was closed and her jaw was clenched. Her arms were still straining against me where I had pinned them by her head.

I leaned forward and told her, “Just let me fuck you. I’ll make it incredible.”

She shook her head no, but relaxed her arms slightly. At this, I rocked my hips forward and plunged the rest of my cock into her in a single thrust. Lucy bucked her whole body in response, as if trying to slide away from cock. With my entire length buried in her, I leaned back I just enjoyed the sensation. I could feel her pussy pulsing against my thickness. Lucy had stopped moving altogether. She was no longer straining at my arms. I loosened my grip on her wrists and placed my hands on her cute perky breasts. She lay still and started to move my cock inside her.

At first I moved slowly, trying to get her comfortable to my size. After a short time, I switched to longer strokes, taking my cock almost out of her and then sliding it back in. Lucy grew wetter and wetter and in spite of her protests, she was biting her lip and grunting softly in rhythm with me. At this, I grew even harder and started thrusting with abandon. Lucy placed her hands on my hips, neither helping or hindering me, just holding my sides and I pistoned in and out of her. She had started to moan audibly and I could feel her pussy walls vibrating as she experienced the intense pleasure of an orgasm. At that I could no longer hold back my own climax.

I leaned and and growled, “I have made you mine!”

Then I pumped rope after rope of thick white cum into her. She arched her neck and bit her tongue silently as I finished inside her and collapsed onto her chest.

After catching my breath, I summoned all my courage and commanded her, “Don’t look when I leave. In a few minutes you can get up and clean yourself.”

Lucy nodded in accession. I climbed off of her and rolled onto the floor. I grabbed my boxers and shorts and without putting them on, started to make my way back to the livingroom. I looked back on my conquest and saw Lucy lying in bed with her hands raised by her head. She was not attempting to remove her sleep mask but she was tilting her head back and forth and trying to see me from under the edge of it. At that, I started sprinting through the house. I run up to the sliding door, flung it open, closed it hard and ran down the back porch toward the woods.

I made it back to my house in the dead of night, still nude from the waist down. I opened my door, snuck into my room and fell into bed and into a deep sleep. The next morning, I got up late and went out to brunch at a local restaurant. After I ate, I drove home and when I arrived at my house, I saw Lucy walking down the sidewalk. I got out of my car and waved guiltily toward her.

She walked over to where I was parked and said, “Good morning! It’s been a little while since I have seen you!”

I smiled back and replied, “Yeah, you know busy with life. Good morning.”

Then Lucy walked right up to me and put her face into my chest. She tilted her head up at me and looked me square in the eyes and whispered sensually, “You shouldn’t always wear the same cologne.”

Then she ran her finger down my chest, turned quickly and walked away.

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