Chapter 3 Decisions decisions
Oddly the hangover the next morning wasn’t too bad. But my little but hole stung a little, I would remember to carry a little tub of lube the next time Victoria went out or be a little less slutty! I entered the living room to find my lifelong friend Mel drinking a coffee and rubbing the balls of her feet.
“Babes are your feet not killing you?” I did a little shimmy like dance to demonstrate that I was feeling fine and dandy.
“Bitch.” She meant it as well.
“Well you will buy cheap shoes from Primark, it’s no wonder why your feet are sore.” I remarked, my boots cost one hundred and fifty quid in TK Maxx reduced from four hundred. Last night was intended to be either a life changing event or a disappointing one off. Either way I spared very little expense.
I fixed myself a coffee and joined her on the sofa. We sat in contemplation for about 10 minutes.
“Am I talking to Stephen or Victoria?” She asked.
I took her hand and gave it a little reassuring squeeze and said, “You’re talking to me.” I answered, I’m not sure either of us knew what that meant to be honest.
“I fucked up. I am married less than a week and I have already cheated on Andrew.”
“You didn’t cheat on him, you were just giving blow jobs in a disabled toilet. Andy will just be upset that you weren’t charging the punters.” She chuckled, and mock punched me in the arm.
“Shut up you, he’s not that bad.”
“No. He is as generous with money as he is well hung!” Again, she laughed.
“The only reason he wanted to marry you is because he hated spending money on condoms.” I really liked her husband Andrew, he was great for Mel, and she took great delight on telling me how big his manhood was. But he had a big problem parting with money. Mel had a problem with being faithful.
“And let’s not forget you did much worse on your hen night.” Anxiously she rubbed her face before saying “I promised him that it would stop, one bloody week. I love him, and yet I can’t stop myself from fucking any cock with a pulse.”
“At least you didn’t let a stranger in a chewbacca mask arse fuck you, I’m sure I could get in trouble for bestiality. I mean I never even saw his face.”
She snorted a quick laugh before saying, “I Suppose so, you filthy whore.” We cuddled quickly and sat watching the crappy TV show that was on.
After about ten minutes she asked me, “Sweetie what are you going to do?”
“About what?”
“I haven’t saw you as happy and confident as I did last night, in like forever.”
“It was a lot of fun. Even the Wookiee was a bit of craic.”
“I am so glad it went ok, I was worried that you would get hurt.” I hugged her again.
“Thanks.”
“Have you decided what Victoria’s role will be in in your new life?” I hadn’t even thought about it to be honest. I enjoyed my night as a girl, hell I loved every second of it. But I wasn’t sure that I was ready to part with Stephen. Well not just yet.
“I don’t know.” For some reason my eyes were welling up. I had suppressed everything about Victoria from the first time someone told me that boys didn’t wear dresses, when i was about five years old.
As I entered puberty it was an erotic stimulant to arouse me in the absence of porn. Even then I was suppressing the desire to let my female side out. All I could get away with was a few pairs of panties stolen off a neighbour’s washing line, and a pair of old tights. As I progressed through my teens I was made painfully aware that different was wrong.
Victoria had been hidden away, until now.
She was screaming to get out.
Silently I cried for about twenty minutes, it was a mixed bag of elation that I got to be Victoria in public and devastation that I had to make a decision on which me would get to live. I guess I was at a real turning point in my life. Mel tried her best to console me.
After some time, the tears dried up and my throat ached from crying. Mel eventually asked me, “You know you can’t meet that guy in the parlour on Thursday night?”
I was far from ready for another serious conversation, my coping mechanism has always been to make light of the situation.
“I haven’t decided if I am going to meet him yet. But why couldn’t I meet him? I am sure their disabled toilets are nicer than the ones in the student’s union.”
She chuckled a little then said, “I am sure that they are, but Thursday night in the parlour, every one you know will be there.”
“Balls.” I had forgotten that all Stephens’s friends drank in the parlour bar on a Thursday night. None of them knew about Victoria. I wasn’t sure I was ready for them to know about her.
“Does he know about little Stephen?” Mel added extra spice into the mix. I wasn’t sure if Josh had made me as a transvestite or not.
“He must do?” It was a question as much as it was an answer.
“Did you reply to him?”
“Not yet.” She seemed horrified. “You need to do something. Either tell him that you’re a boy or tell him you’re not interested.”
“What gungoren escort would you do?” i asked hoping that Mel would know what to do.
“I am not sure I am qualified to answer that question. I mean you’re confused about whether or not you like guys. Not to mention if you’re a boy or a girl.”
“Chicken!” I chastised her
“Do you want to meet him?” I considered her question, Josh was really cute, even Stephen fancied him. But Stephen was probably a closet poof, as well as a closet tranny. Victoria was genuinely nuts about the thought of going out with Josh.
“That’s it.” I thought a loud.
“What’s it?” Mel queried. I picked up my phone and typed a reply to josh, it read;
“Josh, I would love to meet you on Thursday. But let’s go to Ryan’s instead. One thing you should know about me though.”
Minutes later he replied;
“Brilliant… What should I know?”
I turned to Mel. “I will let Josh Decide.”
“I am actually a boy. I understand if you don’t want to meet. I just thought I should tell you upfront.” The two black ticks beside the message informed me that the message was delivered. They flicked round and turned blue.
Well he has read it. The top of the screen under his name said typing… showing that he was responding. Then it turned to online. Meaning he wasn’t typing.
My heart sank. Josh had made his decision. I stared at the phone for what seemed like an eternity, when it became clear that he wouldn’t be my date for Thursday night; I convinced Mel to get me drunk.
Sunday’s hangover was pretty bad. It wasn’t helped by the ringing in my ears. It took a few moments of morning after vodka fuelled disorientation before I realised that the ringing wasn’t in my ears but from under my pillow. I gingerly slid my hand and recovered my phone, which was loudly ringing.
I swiped across to answer. My mouth as dry as a desert puddle. “Hello?”
An American voice replied, “Your ok then?”
“Huh?” This grunt was about as much as i could muster.
The voice on the other end chuckled and said, “Check your messages. See you on Thursday.”
It seemed that Victoria was in charge as we left the pub. She whatsapped Josh asking him why he didn’t have the balls to reply. Eventually after about thirty messages he replied, “I’m not gay.”
To which Victoria replied;
“Heartbeat got to do with ut” at 01:22
“Duck” 01:22
“Ducking duck” 01:22
“Duck sake stop it.” 01:23
“Fubciubd spellcheck”01:23
Next was an audio message every word slurred I could hear Mel laughing and encouraging Victoria in the background, “What’s that got to do with anything?”
“I didn’t know the girl I met on Friday was a dude.”
“She wasn’t a dude, dude!” Mel shouted into the phone as an audio reply to Joshes message.
Mel went on, “And you fancied her. So, what if she has a small dick.” I snorted, “Cheers Mel”
“I’m not into guys.”
“I understand, but I am not a guy. I am the girl you met on Friday night. We had fun. I know you fancied me. Let’s meet up, I promise not to try and rape your hot ass.” There were several emojis laughing.
The next message was two hours later. “What the hell, as long as you promise not to rape me!” More laughing and crying emojis. It seems that far from being a drunken mess my female alter ego was an evil genius.
More to the point she had a date.
Chapter 4 – Date night
I lived in modern flat in a largely student area of south Belfast. My two flat mates were medicine students and were both on their elective year, one away in Cairo the other working in a hospital in Mumbai. We bought our apartment in first year as an investment the property prices were very low, so i was able to live in quite a nice flat pretty much on my own while they were away.
One of the advantages of where i lived was that it was only a five-minute walk to Ryan’s Bar. So, I wouldn’t have far to run if things went bad.
I worked out what i was wearing with Mel. Considering where i would be meeting Josh, I didn’t think it would be appropriate to dress like a slut, so a more conservative outfit was required. I spent the day in town shopping, skipping my lessons for the day. I got my underwear in Debenhams a black bra with a red floral motif and Thong set, i got an off the shoulder red top in Topshop and a pair of faded blue Levi jeans with a boot cut leg. I planned to wear the same black leather, pointed toe knee high boots with a three-inch chrome heel that I had worn when I first met Josh. They cost me a hundred and fifty quid, and looked wonderful, they really lived up to the ‘Fuck me Boots’ label.
As it was November in Belfast I needed a coat, so Mel leant me her faux Givenchy black fitted leather jacket, and matching handbag. Matching my black leather boots, with the coat and hand bag tied my outfit off rather nicely.
Mel called around to do my makeup. Once again when she had worked her magic i was astonished. I really didn’t look like a boy in drag I honestly look istanbul escorts the part of a woman in her twenties going out on a date.
And now I was ready, into my handbag went the essentials, phone, purse, keys and a cosmetic repair kit including lippy, lip gloss, perfume, and the other essentials that Mel recommended. I had no idea how to use them, but she said that needed them so into my bag they went. It was starting to seem less and less like a small bag to carry essentials and more and more like check in luggage.
I had decided that I wasn’t going to be slutty on this date, and Josh was adamant about not being gay. But he was going on a date with a boy who dressed like a girl, so anything was possible. I remembered how my little ass felt after the Halloween ball, so I thought to myself “better be safe than sore.” and packed a couple of condoms, and a little tube of lube.
Now that I was ready I set off. As I walked up the street toward Ryans bar my anxieties began to stir.
Was this a mistake?
Was it a prank? Would josh’s mates be there to take the piss out of the sissy boi?
Worse yet what if Josh didn’t like me?
Good God what if he did like me?
I don’t know what it is like for ‘normal’ guys, whether or not they get fixated by the sound of a girls heels walking on a concrete pavement. The metronome nature of the click as right heel contacting ground followed moments later by the clack of the left heel striking down followed soon after by the right again. I have often found myself aroused just at the sound of girls walking in heels. As I walked my worries washed away from me, and I found myself comforted by the sounds of my own high heeled gait.
Before long I had reached the front Ryans bar grill. I checked my phone and saw a message from my date, “I’m inside, sitting at the back. Shall I order you a drink?” instinctively my mouth contorted into a smile. This was really happening.
I walked past the bouncers and into the quiet bar.
Mel and I had often sat in Ryans on a Thursday night. We loved to watch the first dates.
It was the perfect first date bar, not too lively so you can actually have a conversation, but lively enough that any uncomfortable sciences are glossed over.
Almost without fail the guy would arrive first and sit in a mixture of fear and nervous anticipation, usually unsure what the girl he got off with the previous weekend looked like.
I rounded the bar counter, past the bar staff and turned towards the back snug are. They’re facing me was the quite possibly cutest guy i had ever laid eyes on.
It would be no exaggeration to say my heart skipped a beat when I saw him. An invisible force crashed into my chest with such a magnitude that I sucked in a breath as if it were my last.
Casually dressed, but somehow, he was well turned out. His sculpted torso seemed like it had been shrink wrapped in a grey V-neck jumper, every well-defined muscle on his chest was framed by the material. I am not saying that he was a muscle-bound knuckle dragger, just that he had done quite a few sit ups over the course of his life. His tightly cropped hair had been tightly cropped recently.
As I approached I studied his perfectly symmetrical face, watching for the tell-tale signs of disappointment and horrified realisation that he felt like he had pulled an ugly girl; that I had witnessed so many times as a giggling bystander with Mel in the past.
But as he recognised me there was a glint in his eye that suggested that he was impressed with me. Or maybe it was the look of a guy who had just farted and was sure he would be identified as the smelly culprit.
I was never good at reading faces.
As I got closer he stood up, and warmly welcomed me by kissing me in a very continental style on each cheek. His manly hands on my shoulder pulling me closer for the Biz.
He got me a glass of white wine, and we spent a couple of hours chatting. I have to say it was lovely. I even forgot how I was dressed, and that I wasn’t out with a mate. I often read about transvestites who like to be treated like a lady. Josh was making me feel so comfortable that I had forgotten that I was the lady on this date!
Eventually the conversation made its way to the elephant in my panties, well the mouse in my panties.
“So, you’re really a dude?” He eloquently asked
“Do I look like a dude?”
“Of course not. But does it still work?”
“Does what still work?” Josh blushed and said, “Your boy bits?” I actually began to laugh.
“My boy bits, Josh your so cute.” I meant it. I could eat him up. But he had already made it clear that there would be no eating of each other on this or any other date.
“Well?” He was insistent.
“You’re straight right?” He nodded.
“I am normally a guy. I just love to let this side of me out from time to time. Actually, Friday was my first time. This is my second. But tomorrow I will be back to being a boy.”
“Oh.” Did he seem disappointed?
“Josh?” He couldn’t bayrampasa escort look me in the eye. Staring into his glass he almost whispered,
“You look really amazing. I find it hard to believe that you have a cock.”
“Thank you. But it’s really not much of a cock.” He laughed a little before very shyly asking.
“So how does it work?” I was bewildered, I had become a diva! If I’m honest a little pissed with him. Does he want to know how my cock works? I put my glass down, I think that I was done. I stood up, and lifted my jacket and my bag, hanging my leather jacket over one arm I scolded him.
“Much the same way as yours works Josh. Now I am going to go home, before one of us says something even more stupid.” I took him by surprise, he seemed shocked at the turn of events.
I didn’t see him scramble to get his things together. But he caught up with me as I walked passed the big bouncer and into the cold November air.
He shouted down the street, “Victoria!”
I stopped in my tracks, what could he want? I was facing away from him as I started to say, “You know for a straight guy you seem very fixated on my cock.”
By the end of my sentence I had turned to face him. He didn’t answer. He put one of his big manly hands on each side of my face and pulled my lips onto his own.
Boom!
Once our tongues finished exploring each other’s mouths he said, “I wasn’t asking how your cock worked.”
I could still taste the red wine that he had been drinking, maybe it was the kiss, but it tasted really nice. I would have to ask him what wine it was.
“It sounded like you were.” I chided.
He took my hand in his and said, “No, I wanted to know what would happen if I allowed what I was feeling for you, to make my decisions.”
I pulled my hand away, and placed both hands on my hips nervously asked “And what is it you feel for me?”
“I am not very good with girls…” He nodded along with himself.
“Yea I look pretty great…” He did, his mood turned a little more solemn as he went on, “
But I find it hard to talk to women. I’m ok if I pick up a girl in a bar. She is usually pretty drunk and not chatty, but you have no idea how many girls I have bored to death on dates like tonight. But somehow with you, it felt so easy to talk to you. I know I am not gay. I just don’t find men attractive. Yet I have spent my whole night trying to hide my boner from you.”
My mood turned apologetic, “Josh, sweetie, you’re just confused, I talked to you like we were mates. We both forgot that I was a girl tonight. I am sure that we could go home and have a pretty good fuck. But how will you feel tomorrow morning when you wake up beside a guy?” I reached for his hand, and gave it a squeeze, I was amazed at how big his hand seemed compared to mine.
“I don’t know, I don’t care.”
“I do know. You will wake up and try and play it cool. But Josh, I do like guys, especially when they look like you. I will wake up horny, and you will be disgusted.”
I kissed him again a deep and lingering kiss, I savoured his mouth. My hand slipped down between and brushed his crotch I had to know if he was telling the truth, and sure enough I felt his unmistakable hardness.
The kiss broke up in that natural way slipping from a full-on French kiss into a series of pecks on the lips. As it did we stood holding each other’s hands, face to face. Neither of us daring to look into the others eyes, thus both staring our feet.
“Thank you for a wonderful evening Josh. You made me really, really happy. But I can’t face seeing you recoil from me in the morning. So, I am going to go home. I suggest you do the same. If you still feel the same way in the morning call me.”
I stepped away and walked down the Darkened Street towards my house. I have no idea how long he watched me. I couldn’t turn back, because I knew if I did and he was still there I would have changed my mind and ran into his embrace; if I did turn to see him and he wasn’t there, my heart would surely break.
I closed the door, and it took all my strength not to burst. I leant up against the frosted glass of the door. Crazy emotions played havoc with me.
I had been on a date, my first date in seven months.
I have been on a date with a truly amazing guy.
I have been on a date with an amazing guy as Victoria.
But the thing that was really twisting my insides was that Josh wasn’t interested in getting to know me as Stephen. He wanted Victoria.
A million permutations and questions were running through my little pickled mind. I kept focusing on two of them;
Could I be her?
Did I want to be her?
What I really should have been asking myself was;
Could she go back to being me?
Chapter 5 – Knock on the Door
I woke around ten am. My head, throat and guts were screaming out in pain from crying throughout the night.
My whole life I have known one thing.
I was a boy.
Admittedly, I was a boy who like the feel of girl’s clothes against his body.
But I was a boy.
Last week I gave my silent female side a voice. It felt wonderful being Victoria for a night, I loved the feeling of being her, I enjoyed her company. But I always intended to put her back in the closet when this was done.
“Aww! Look at the kids all snuggly and cute.”
Zach Pedigo left his bed to venture into the unknown. Mainly to take a leak, but a still wide open door leading into Heidi Baker’s bedroom drew his attention to be nosey. Left open on purpose by Heidi so that Zach could visually comprehend that she was warm and cozy in the arms of her new lover Weaver Kytes. Weaver held her close as they slept, having worn themselves out competing sexually against Zach and his own lover Khloe Vaughn. Called a stalemate when it got down to it, the girls were screaming banshees for over three hours, destroyed emotionally by both men. Weaver being younger probably had the better stamina, but Zach had the experience and the ferocity. Not to mention a newly revived dominant gene that had been evolving within him to control Khloe. She did not need much persuading, she loved the role of trophy slut as Zach christened her. Just as he had Cleopatra Teleki, sharing his leadership seemed to fulfill both women. For today, this was all about Khloe.
Even though Khloe was fast asleep in his bed, she was like an angel curled up and glowing. Much of the same impression could be said of his bombshell blond roommate, slash cum slut. Both girls were gorgeous beyond any man’s fantasy. Yet, there was just something about Heidi Baker that kept Zach Pedigo mesmerized. Maybe it was her defiant attitude one minute, daring exhibitionist the next. She definitely loved to torment Zach, teasing him every second yet keeping him at bay by admitting she only wanted to be friends. For just a friend she had offered quite a lot of freedom in what she did allow Zach to get away with. Touching, kissing on, pretty much everything except hardcore fucking. She had tolerated the few times he had penetrated her without him taking her completely, not mad, not happy about it, more just being tense about things. She even gave him a short blowjob as he ate her out during a sweet 69. Regardless, he did his best to refrain from pushing too hard. Where was that dominant gene around her? All she technically wanted from Zach is for him to fulfill her freak side. One, she needed a daily regiment of cum shot all over her. Two, she adored watching others have sex with Zach. Finally, three, she got off on pushing his buttons.
In just one week they had bonded like family, she even referring to him as Dad, a cruel joke considering she never knew her real father. That, and the fact Zach never had kids of his own, having been cut to avoid the heartache of any broken family situation. He could barely fund his own life without child support fluttering in multiple directions. He felt pretty fortunate that he and his ex-wife Yushea never had kids. Even after three years he was shocked that she hadn’t gotten knocked up by one of her secret lovers. All in the past now, of course. They divorced and moved on to better, well, different lives. Even though Heidi played off the father daughter thing around his landlord to avoid being put on his lease, others were told of their biological lie. Various reasons just kept the lie alive.
Hovering over his bathroom toilet Zach became a statuesque fountain, relieving his bladder. Like a malnourished Hercules he expressed muscle, yet wasn’t any Arnie or Columbo, just carved out with enough precision to get the ladies wet. Looking like Tom Hardy helped. Hearing his belly growl as he washed his hands he knew it needed to be fed something more nutritional that pussy juice. After a quick splash or three of cold water on his face to wake up, he gargled and headed for the kitchen.
Heidi still had a few eggs in her carton, half a quart of milk, half a box of cereal. On his side? Beer. He really needed to shop. What few groceries he bought with the money his Father loaned him, rather insisted he take had filled his gas tank and fed him the last three days. The hundred bucks his co-worker Storm gave him for sex had paid their water bill before it could be shut off. That left him $23 and change. He was still undecided about taking Rocky Teleki’s money to destroy his wife’s holes. With their daughter Cleo one of his trophy sluts with a bit of intimacy it just seemed wrong. He really needed to talk to Cleo about it, even though he already knew her answer. She would say, whatever you want I’m behind you every second. He had Cleo, and Khloe so hooked that they were already mentally leashed. Zach was having the time of his life. It was becoming more and more fun seeing just how far these young women would go for him. In his mind, there was room for a few more girls in his harem. There was still Nastiya, and their new neighbor Petra. Nasty was almost guaranteed, yet a wildcard. Petra? He hadn’t really spoken to her outside of her seeing him nude at the door when Heidi barged in on he and Khloe in the living earlier in the day. Work in progress.
At 7:00 P.M. it was still early, even with the others snoring away. Wide awake he gave up on his hunger pains and just popped the cap on a beer. Prepared to collapse on the sofa and watch what few channels his TV reception could Pendik Escort get, he was startled by a knock on the door. Still nude, dick dangling low he frowned and stepped to the peep hole to see who it was. The hole was dark so that meant a hand was over it.
“Who is it?” Zach decided to reply.
“Seattle PD.” A male voice sternly spoke, “Is this Zachary Pedigo?”
“Uhhh! Maybe. What did I do?”
“Responding to a disturbance call Sir. There have been multiple reports of what sounded like an orgy on the premises. The landlord requested we check it out. Please comply and open the door.”
“I smell pizza.”
“Open the fucking door.”
“Break it down Pig.” Zach chuckled.
“I have booze.”
“Well, so do I. It better than a Budweiser?”
“200 proof.”
“You could have led with that Officer.” Zach unlocked his front door and opened it wide knowing exactly who was on the other side all along. Arms wide he stood with a full frontal pose. “Nick you ugly bastard. Where you been hiding?”
In the hallway stood a thin yet tall man with a dark goatee, long hair held under a skullcap bandana, shades on top, even if it was dusk outside. Scowling at Zach’s brazen appearance he takes a look at his penis and grunts, “So that’s where my bottle opener went. Put some pants on you perverted motherfucker.”
“What? Not ballsy enough to sit with an exhibitionist? Where’s the pizza? I’m starving.”
Shaking his head Nick Riley steps aside in favor of a cute young woman with platinum blond hair barely touching her shoulders. She wore tight blue jean shorts that threaded along the thighs, boots, and a gold halter top expressing humongous tits, definitely a boob job. Those beauties were pornstar quality.
“Pizza delivery? You expecting a tip?” Zach laughed without wavering. Lowering her eyes she watched his dick get erect by three inches. Nick just rolled his eyes. She was impressed.
“Not that kind of tip.” Nick slapped the girl on the ass to persuade her to stop staring. “Zach? Meet my girl Iris. Iris? Dickhead.” He brought on his own secondary wave of lowered eyeballs, checking Zach out. Two more inches higher she flared her eyes and began smiling.
“Hi Iris. Nice to eat you…I mean meet you.” Zach took the pizza and turned to walk away, now her eyes were scoping out his ass. Fanning herself the girl finally spoke.
“Sorry Nick. This is where we break up and I jump his bones.”
Placing the pizza on his coffee table Zach turns back around, “Sucks to be you Nico. Bring it on in beautiful.” Arms extended for a hug Iris glanced at Nick as if asking permission. Rolling his eyes Nick nodded, “Get it out of your system.” Shamelessly Iris marched right into Zach’s arms for a tight hug, his erection jabbing her right where it counted. Holding her against him just to fuck with Nick he rubbed her back briskly. She found her hands caressing his back trying hard not to go lower than his spine. Nope! Had to sample those butt cheeks.
“You’re losing me Nick.” Iris laughed.
Nick sat his bottle of Jack Daniels on the coffee table next to the pizza box, then stepped behind Iris to hug her from behind, his own erection poised against her tight little heartbreaker ass. She sighed at their combined influence.
“I love you man.” Zach chuckled.
“Love you too Bro.” Nick sniveled as if tearing up. “Nothing could ever cum between us Buddy.”
“Don’t be so sure.” She giggled.
A shared laugh Zach released Iris and Nick and he stepped back, “Let me go put some pants on before I have your girl shoving you out the door.”
“Show the man.” Nick nodded with pride. Iris shrugged then lifted her halter top up to show off her dynamite 34G’s. “Good God! I meant the ring.”
“Oh! My bad.’ She winked at Zach who had already envisioned titty fucking those silicone sweethearts. Leaving her top up over her breasts she extended her left hand to show off a good sized rock.
“You’re kidding me. Nick Riley got engaged?”
“Sure did. Put your shirt down.”
“I don’t want to.” She razzed him with her tongue.
“See what you started Bro?”
Zach puckered looking her tits over with a dramatic act of primping just before tugging her shirt back down over her chest for her. He made certain his knuckles grazed her nipples for effect.
“That gave me chills.” She whistles silently, “I’ll behave now. Sorry Baby.” She melts into Nick’s arm and places one hand on her man’s ass, the other on his chest. Nick chuckled at her snuggling up and waved Zach on to go put on his pants. Zach didn’t have a chance. From his bedroom pranced Khloe Vaughn, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Without a single thread of clothing on she made Zach proud. Not only did she boldly walk out to join them, but she showed no sign of hesitation, or shyness. Hugging Zach from behind, her tits crushed into his back.
“We interrupting anything Bro?” Nick found his eyes exploring Khloe as Zach drug her in front of him and showed her off. Even Iris was grinning Anadolu Yakası Escort at Khloe’s fit build.
“Nope. Make yourselves at home.” Zach nodded toward his sofa. In response Iris began to unzip her shorts until Nick smacked her hand.
“Not that at home. Christ! Sit your sexy ass down.”
“Hi, I’m Iris.” She warmly greeted Khloe with an extended hand to shake.
“Hi, I’m…his.”
“This is Khloe.” Zach hugged her from behind. “Seriously take a seat. Crack open that bottle Buddy. Let’s celebrate.” He pats Khloe on the ass and whispers, “Go get four glasses.”
“Do you have any?” She smirks.
“Plastic cups in the cabinet.”
“Bachelors I swear.” The Nursemaid giggled prancing around the couple to step into the kitchen. Nick couldn’t resist watching her sway. Iris noticed and winked at Zach playfully for her man’s roving eyes. Zach wasn’t much better, winking back at Iris he undressed the fiancée with his eyes, ending his tour with a creased brow and a frown. Pointing at Nick, Zach mouthed the words, “You can do better.” As she sighed weighing in on his words she nodded her agreement and trailed a seductive index finger between her cleavage. Stroking his cock just for her brightened her gaze.
“Seriously, you crazy kids. I’m really happy for you.” Zach dared to march right back up to Iris for another hug just as Khloe returned with red plastic cups, drawing Nick into her allure as she stood in front of him with dazzling eyes, tits perky and nips like daggers. Nick found himself stroking the neck of his whiskey bottle. While Nick was distracted Zach in hugging Iris tightly let his monster cock jab her right between her thighs. She took the bait and lowered her left hand to curl fingers around his girth gently tugging at it. It was then that she whispered, “I love Nick.” To which Zach replied, “You love dick?” A brisk giggle later, she had to agree to both. Hand withdrawn from his beast she retreats without so much as a blush. Thoughts were seeded. Capturing her wrist drawing her back, Zach made his true thoughts clear, “Make my boy happy. Not this boy,” He wags his dick affectionately called Hardy, “I mean Nick. He’s a good guy.”
“I plan to.” Eyes again lower to seduce her own thoughts as she alludes to his magnificence. Deep breath taken in she forces herself to turn away. Nick was pouring glasses and she certainly needed a stiff…drink.
Khloe was holding glasses and brought Zach his and her own, Nick filling that of his and Iris before handing off his fiancée’s. He could tell that Iris was aroused without even any admission, he knew her subtle eye contact with him meant that she was definitely thinking sex. Before Nick could reel back from passing off her glass Iris drew him in for a kiss. Intimate and steamy Khloe found herself expressing a neediness of her own, sharing tender glances of yearning toward Zach. He knew, therefore he stepped closer to the stunning nurse and caressed her cheek. She melted into his palm as if thanking him for even acknowledging her. A tender kiss that only lasted three seconds kept her intoxicated and calm. With a soft whisper he convinces her to be understanding. “Trophy.” It certainly made her smile.
“We toasting or do you need to borrow my bed?” Zach raised his voice. A few seconds later the loving couple parted lips and Nick pointed at his best friend.
“Not sure why you people are still naked but, Iris here doesn’t seem to mind.”
“That true Bride to be?” Zach winked at her pulling Khloe closer to his side. Without even requesting, telling, or even a simple nod the nurse reached in with her free hand to stroke Zach’s cock while maintaining her eye contact on Nick. Iris took note of her behavior and made her own journey in to rub Nick’s crotch. She hadn’t noticed before now just how hard he was until she got hands on. Was it due to Khloe? Careful scrutiny discovered Nick’s roving eye, it made Iris smirk. She was openminded, but Nick always needed a bit of inspiration to try anything new. Feeling her hand rubbing his jeans Nick explored his girls emotions.
“What’s going on here?” Nick chuckled.
“Are we going to let these two have all the fun?”
“Couple glasses of JD and then you can ask me that again.” Nick downs his glass in two swallows, fire in the hole, but he was used to the inferno. Giggling Iris reached her own glass over toward Khloe and they collided cups.
“I think my man has eyes for your girl Zach.”
“Fair is fair. I got eyes for Nick’s girl.” Nick narrowed his gaze then poured another drink into his empty glass.
“Drink the fuck up.” Nick retaliated as everyone took their drinks to their lips with gusto. Khloe began choking and fanning her face, she was not much for any type of alcohol, but she refused to not take part. Rubbing her back Zach at least seemed concerned.
“Medicinal purposes right Nurse?” She merely nodded laughing between coughs.
Zach led Khloe to the couch and sat down first, before coaxing her into his lap. Curling İstanbul Escort up in a ball she snuggled up and tried her best to get her choking under control. Joining them on the sofa Nick sat down and Iris kicked her boots off to share her thin white socks. Kissing her man Nick again to keep him happy she hiked her leg outward toward Zach with her foot rubbing his shoulder. Coming up for breath she leered at Zach and boldly said, “Strip me.” He knew she meant her socks. One foot at a time he removed those socks in favor of yellow painted toenails. Tossing her socks at Nick the man chuckled.
“Is that just for starters?” Nick smirked at Iris.
“You know me well.” She pampered him with roaming hands. “Can you handle it?”
“You being naked in front of these two?”
“Noooo! You being naked in front of these two.”
“I dunno.” He winced.
“I want to see your cock.” Khloe sighed, her head laying on Zach’s chest. Hearing her Zach puckered at her temptation. It was as if she was reading his mind.
“It’s not as big as his.” He laughs as Iris uses her fingers to promote a lengthy seven inches, silver dollar sized girth. Nick turned red laughing then took another drink. Iris began unbuttoning Nick’s black shirt revealing a hairy chest, fingers tangling up in it she shivers for effect.
“You boys are both hairballs.” Iris winks at Zach. “Khloe? Would you like to help me take his shoes and pants off?” Nick bulged his eyes as Iris slipped away kneeling between he and the coffee table. As she began removing his own boots Khloe without even looking for permission crawls from Zach’s lap and removes the matching boot, followed by socks. Once off both girls joined forces in unfastening his belt and jeans. Nick shot glances at Zach trying to understand why this was going down, even as he competed with his pants. Drug from his body by Iris, left Khloe to finish unbuttoning his shirt and kissing his chest as she went along. While Nick studied Khloe’s flirtatious big brown orbs, Iris eyed Zach without a word. He stared at her the entire time. With his shirt escaping his body Nick was down to his boxers. Mesmerized by Khloe playfully pinching his chest hair, Iris crosses her arms over her man’s lap and lays her chin on them, his boner tenting up the boxers held together by a single tiny button.
“I think she likes you.” Iris goads Nick blowing a draft of exhale between the parted fabric of his boxers. That drew his attention back to his fiancée, her eyes sparkling at watching Khloe tease her man.
“This is crazy.” He huffed his cheeks, “Are you really okay with this?”
“As long as I get to play too.” Iris bites her lower lip waiting on his response while Khloe kisses her way south over his belly, partially obstructing their view of one another.
“Let me guess…with Zach?”
“If he wants too.” She rolls her cheek along the length of Nick’s erection while looking toward Zach for his decision. Before he could even reply a knock on the door distracted him. Worst timing ever he worried it might be Heidi’s sister Kayla and or their bestie Nastiya, or both. Pausing Iris with a finger Zach hopped up and went to the door, squinting through the peep hole. Smirking Zach just opens the door gruffly and stares down a luscious redhead with worried eyes. Those same trembling eyes swiftly drop to the realization that Zach was nude yet again, his dick mighty and throbbing to the inspection.
“Bad timing?” Petra Monahan asks, her eyes glued to his beast.
“Depends. You still got a voice after all that screaming?”
“What? You…heard me?”
“I see you met the other neighbors, Jaye and not so silent Bob. What was your name again? Oh, that’s right Jaye called you Slut. What do you want Miss Slut?”
“I…did. Oh, God!” She holds her breath and forces her eyes upward to meet his. “Was I really that loud?”
“Too quiet for my tastes.”
“I can…improve.” She trembles in his gaze.
Without even looking around for nosey neighbors Zach steps into the hall and lifts her chin with his knuckle, “So…Johannson…you here for me or Heidi? No excuses.”
“You. I…heard all of you earlier too. My God! I got so turned on by it.”
“So, you just go around knocking to find a better offer?”
“No. They…found me…touching myself in the hallway. I…couldn’t help myself.”
“There was always Herman in a pinch.” He grins, but remains stern.
“Ewww! No way.”
“Then, go away.” He drops his hand and starts to turn, she panics and quickly grabs his arm.
“Wait! Please! Why bring up…Herman?” She looked haunted.
“Not worth it.” He pulls his arm from her grasp, “Go play.”
“I want to…with you.”
“Kinda busy.”
“Please…” She trembled heavily fearing loss.
Stepping back into his doorway he nods at Petra to venture a glimpse inside at the sofa. Nick Riley just laid back as Iris ripped the button off of his boxers and brought out his livelihood, stimulating it with her curling fingers, Khloe zeroing in without bothering to ask Iris if it was okay, other than a soft needy glance, the girl was certainly a good actress. Between Iris and Khloe they shared in licking his dick. Nick was in absolute awe. A timid glance at Zach found Petra, his eyes bulging wide, “Damn Buddy. How many girls you got?”
After his unexpected encounter with Ben and Tom, Scott was anxious to have more sexual experiences with them both. Unfortunately, Ben was transferred to a different building, so Scott only saw him occasionally, if at all. However, Tom was definitely still available and the two men rapidly became good jack-off and suck buddies, sometimes having sexual encounters three times a day. Scott became an expert at cocksucking, whereas Tom preferred jacking the principal off until he begged him to stop.
Both men were very attracted to the choir director, Rick Rubbleman. Sure, Rick was married but he clearly hadn’t been getting any sex lately. His wife had some complications with her latest pregancy and needed to be hospitalized under complete bedrest. It had been 12 weeks since she had been home and Rick was clearly one horny dude. The bulge in the loose slacks he wore was clearly prominent and it was obvious he either wore boxer shorts or no underwear at all.
Scott and Tom constantly tried to hatch up schemes to seduce the gorgeous 22 year old hunk. Finally, they had the plan of a lifetime. Rick’s birthday was coming up, and they would make him an offer he couldn’t refuse. Scott sent Rick an official sounding note to meet him in his office after school, arranging for Tom to be sitting in. At exactly 4 P.M., there was a timid knock on his door. Scott and Tom smiled at each other, rubbing their hands in anticipation of their brilliant plan.
“Come in!” Scott tried to sound authoritarian.
The door slowly opened and Rick entered, visibly nervous. He seemed surprised to see Tom sitting next to the principal, with the same stiff serious expression.
“Is-s-s- everything OK?” Rick was already starting to sweat.
“Well, not exactly,” Scott replied in mock seriousness. “We know you are going through a hard time with your wife in the hospital, but you can’t walk around with a constant boner all day, the staff and students are starting to complain about it!”
“W-w-wh-a-t-t-t?” Rick stammered in complete disbelief.
“That’s right, I’ve had three complaints about your bulging pants already, two from students no less.”
“I-I-I- didn’t know….I-I-I….” Rick was really faltering now.
“We’re men too.” Tom reassured him. “And we have a solution to your problem.”
“A s-so-l-l-ut-i-o-n?” All the color was draining from Rick’s face.
“That’s right, if your wife won’t take care of you, we’ll have to do it for you. Every day until she’s out of the hospital I want you to report to the projection room at 6 in the morning. Nobody will be around and Tom and I will take of your every need. Since tomorrow is your birthday, we’ll give you your very first present.”
Tom started to hyperventilate. “B-b-b-u-ut-t-t- I can’t….I never…..”
“There’s a first time for everything Rick,” Scott grinned. “I’ll see you at 6 AM promply tomorrow morning. You’ll need to strip down to your underwear, so wear clean boxers.”
Tom chuckled as Rick looked like he was going to faint.
“I-I-I-I-never….” Maltepe Escort Rick was babbling and his hands started to shake.
“You’ll do fine!” Scott slapped him on the back and gave him a great big bear hug. “Now get a good night’s sleep because you’ll have to get up very early tomorrow morning.”
The three men left the office together, with Rick shaking his head and muttering under his breath. As they were walking to their cars, Tom stayed near Scott and they both watched Rick get in his tan Mazda like a dejected 8 year old schoolboy. It was all they could do not to burst out laughing.
“He’s going to be there at 6 A.M. tommorow on the dot, watch!” Scott winked at Tom, who nodded in reply.
“Yeah, he’s hungry for sex…starving!” Tom got into his car and waved goodbye to Scott, dreaming pleasant daydreams about the different ways he was going to masturbate Rick the next day. Scott in turn, started to drive away, imagining Rick’s cock deep in his mouth. It was going to be a long night…
The next morning, Tom and Scott got to the projection room at 5:30, wanting to be there well before Rick and to talk the night janitor into leaving a bit early. No one would be at the school until 7 o’clock, leaving them a good hour to carry out their brainchild. Both men rubbed each others’ crotches until their cocks poked out obscenely. At exactly 6 A.M., there was an extremely soft knock on the door.
“Come in.” Scott ordered in a mock authoritarian tone.
Rick entered the room head bowed, looking like a 5th grader who was about to lose recess for a week. He was dressed casually, with a pull over jersey and tan khakis. Both Tom and Scott were very impressed with the hunky 6 foot man’s imposing looks. Their dicks surged in their pants, begging for release.
“G-g-uys, I really appreciate what you are trying to do, but I can’t go through with it.”
Rick stood his ground, keeping one hand on the side of the door.
“CAN’T GO THROUGH WITH IT???” Scott was suddenly loud and threatening. “Do you want me to make those complaints about you public?”
Rick’s jaw dropped. “Y-y-ou mean y-y-you’d….”
“That’s right Rick, public hearing, everything, and your name in the paper.”
“B-b-b-u-u-t-t- I can’t…..I never….” Rick looked like he was about to cry.
“Don’t worry Rick, we’ll show you how it’s done. Now sit on the sofa and just watch.”
Rick reluctantly followed Scott’s orders. As if on cue, Tom came over to Scott with his huge basket very prominent. Rick’s eyes practically popped out of his head as Scott bent down and took off Tom’s dress shoes and black socks. He then slowly unbuttoned his white shirt and let it fall onto the floor. Tom was wearing a stark white wife beater which showed off his curly black chest hair to good advantage. Rick took in a sharp intake of breath as Scott skillfully unbuckled Tom’s dress slacks. They fell to the floor in a heap and Tom stepped out of them, naked save for his beater and a pair of green Kurtköy Escort plaid boxer shorts. Scott deftly pushed the band director’s fat cock toward the slit in his boxers. It bounced out as Rick gasped. He had never seen another man’s dick hard and Tom’s was as stiff as a cement block. Scott started out slowly, swirling his tongue around Tom’s peterhead as the band director moaned softly. Then he took inch after sweet inch of Tom’s tasty cock down his mouth, eventually deep throating him like a madman. Tom’s moans became louder and louder, and the ecstatic look on his face was not unnoticed by Rick. He knew in a matter of moments Scott’s lips would be exploring his own hard dick and his member was so stiff it was about to rip a hole in his boxers.
Scott played Tom’s skin flute for a good two minutes until he begged him to stop. Letting Tom’s prick slowly out of his mouth, Scott stood up in anticipation of what his best buddy was going to do to him.
Tom bent down and reverently removed Scott’s shoes and socks. Then he unbuttoned his white dress shirt and threw it on the sofa. Scott wore no t-shirt and his golden brown chest hair gleamed with sweat. Tom greedily unbuckled Scott’s belt and let his black dress slacks fall to his ankles, revealing white boxer shorts that resembled a small pup tent. He eagerly worked Scott’s hard 8 incher out of the boxer fly and vigorously began jacking it. Scott grunted loudly and closed his eyes. Tom’s fingers flew over Scott’s dick, bending his member in many different directions to heighten the sensations. The very aroused principal started to howl with lust as Rick’s cement hard dick leaked precum into his boxers. After about 3 minutes of frantic jacking, Scott reluctantly pushed Tom’s hands away from his throbbing member. “I think it’s time to take care of the guest of honor.”
Rick’s voice suddenly got very high and he sounded like a frightened teen age girl.
“I can’t do it, I can’t do it!”
Scott knew he and Tom had to act fast. As Rick scrambled off the sofa and backed up toward the door, Tom quickly got in back of him to stop his progress. At the same time, Scott advanced on the hapless choral director quickly and grabbed him by the belt. As Tom held Rick against the wall, arms flailing, Scott quickly unbuckled Rick’s belt and pulled down his khakis.
“NOT MY FUCKING PANTS! PLEASE!!” Rick wailed in desperation but it was two against one. With his pants around his ankles, Scott deftly removed Rick’s dress shoes and black socks as Tom yanked his jersey and plain white t-shirt over his head at the same time. In a matter of seconds Rick was naked except for a very tented pair of blue and white striped boxer shorts. Scott and Tom managed to drag Rick back to the sofa and pushed him down to a sitting position. Scott got on his knees and pushed Rick’s wang toward the gaping boxer slit. It bounced out as Rick grunted loudly, a nice 7 incher with a deep purple head.
Not wasting any time, Scott took a good 4 inches of Rick’s tool down Kartal Escort his mouth in one gulp. The choral director let out a stentorian shriek which could have been heard for a city block. As Scott explored every square inch of his cock with his expert tongue, the sensations became overwhelming for Rick. He hadn’t been blown in 4 months and certainly not like this. He spontaneously began thrashing the sofa with his arm in rhythm with each one of Scott’s downstrokes on his tender prick. After a couple of minutes of extreme bliss for Rick, Scott let his hard cock out of his mouth and Tom immediately squirted some lube all over the choral director’s stiffy. He then masturbated the object of his desire exquisitely slowly as Rick cooed like a baby.
“Awwww Tom, that feels so good, awwwww shhhhiiitttt!”
Rick had his eyes tightly closed but opened them as Tom became more adventurous, bending his cock at odd angles in a roughly circular shape.
“That’s hot Tom, do “Around The World.” Scott and his best buddy had become well versed in the many different ways to jerk off and were anxious to try some fun techniques on Rick. Tom went “around the world” several times like a chinese water torture, going in wider and wider circles until he sensed that Rick’s balls tightening. He then changed to “Earthquake” jiggling Rick’s cock in his well lubed hands rapidly to stimulate an earthquake.
“HOLY FUCK!!” Rick screamed in abandon. Tom was jerking him way better then he could wank himself. Goaded on by Rick’s moans and groans, Tom increased the “earthquake” by one notch of the Richter Scale as Scott stared hungrily at Rick’s ample ball sacks spilling out of his boxers. Wedging his head right below Tom’s rapidly shaking hand, Scott stuck his tongue out and bathed the tender ball sacs. Rick’s screams became higher pitched and more frantic.
“GGGGGOOODDD! I CAN’T FUCKING TAKE IT I’M GOING TO BLOW! THIS IS IT!”
Rick let out an unearthly bellow as his cock started to spurt cum everywhere. At the same time Tom’s dick started to blow, and he aimed his cum volleys at Rick’s face. Scott stood up as he felt his own impending orgasm, letting his cock rest on Rick’s chest.
“FUCKING BITCH! HERE IT COMES!”
Scott grunted up a storm as he jettisoned 8 blasts of cum onto Rick’s midsection. At the same time Tom screamed as he came a good 6 full spurts onto Rick’s face. As for Rick, he erupted 10 times, shooting his cum 8 feet away in tremendous volleys. In a matter of seconds, all three men collapsed onto the couch, breathing heavily and completely spent.
Rick was the first one to talk as he continued to gasp in post orgasmic bliss.
“That was fuckin’ incredible! You guys are crazy!”
Scott looked at Rick and chuckled. Copious cum steaked down his face and there were gobs all over his chest and legs.
“Guess you liked it after all…so it will be tomorrow at the same time then?”
Scott winked at Rick who was too tired to move. He eventually managed a small nod, wondering what the duo had in store for him the next day…!
Note: If you liked this story, there are two other installments of The Education of Scott series in the Gay Male category. Feel free to vote and comment, and suggest ideas for future adventures of Scott and his friends.
I married at an early age. I was sixteen and my girlfriend was 17. She had fallen pregnant a few months earlier so I felt obliged to tie the knot!!
I was in a full time job after school and earning a large sum of money each week so I was earning enough to feed a family.
6 months after we were married my wife gave birth to our first daughter Emily. We became closer and two years later she gave birth to our second Alyssa.
18 years later
It was Alyssa’s 18th birthday unfortunately Emily was at university and My wife was away on a business trip until the end of the week. They had left there presents with me so that I could give them to her on the day but it just wasn’t the same.
I had arranged for a great day out for Alyssa once Her mother and Emily came back. This way she could still have a really great day. It would just be a week later.
I woke Alyssa up the same way I did every birthday. I went down stairs made her a cooked breakfast and woke her with a smile, kiss and a full English breakfast. She pushed the sheets back so she couldn’t get any food on her bed-spread.
Alyssa was about the same height as me, 5’11” with long light brown hair and blue eyes. Her body was amazing, large chest (Don’t ask me the actual size) flat stomach and an ass to die for!!
It was summer and she had been sleeping in just a large T-shirt that just about covered her knees. I could just about make out the shape of her nipples through the fabric as she arranged herself so that she was sat upright with her legs crossed on the bed.
“So what do ya want to do today birthday girl” I said “I was thinking maybe we could open your presents now and later on we could go to the pub and have lunch…and I’ll be able to buy you your first legal pint!!
Alyssa smiled and kissed me before opening her first present.
I’d bought her a gold necklace; similar to the one I bought for my wife a few years before. She seemed thrilled and couldn’t wait to put it on. She leaned forward and let me fasten it for her. Taking a quick look down her top just about
Making out her breasts as I fastened the necklace for her.
“I’ll never take if off” she said “it’s amazing”. She then opened her second present. I top and jeans she had been looking at in a shop Pendik Escort a week earlier when we had been to town together looking for some clothes for her friend’s party. The top was a ripped effect T-shirt that showed off her belly and just enough of her chest to get your attention.
The jeans where tight fitting and flared at the bottom. She was an Indie chick; she listened to all the same
Music that I did and dressed like Jenny, my wife, did when we first started going out!!
Alyssa opened her last present from me, a DVD player with a DVD, she was thrilled again, “You’ve spent so much dad” she said…”Your my special little girl you deserve it” I said. She leaned over and kissed me
“Can we watch the DVD once we’ve been to the pub” she said as she hugged me. I agreed and left the room so she could get ready and eat her breakfast.
She had decided to leave her mum’s and sisters presents until they could see her open them so I returned them to my room and went down stairs to set Alyssa’s DVD player up.
After about half an hour Alyssa came down stairs with her birthday suit on. God she looked amazing!! The tight top showed off her stomach and chest while her jeans held her butt firmly in eyes view when she turned around.
Once I’d finished staring and my eyes met hers she smiled…”You know what would set that whole suit off” I said
“A belly button piercing!! Your mum can’t disagree now your 18…. what do ya think??”
Once she’d finished smiling she nodded and asked me when she could have it done. I took her by her hand “your carriage awaits”
And guided her to the car.
The local piercing shop was only a 10-minute drive away from our house. I’d known the owner since the place had opened and she had
Told me that I could have a half price reduction if I tried to get her more business. I had definitely completed my side of the agreement
I had been advertising the place with posters and telling everyone how nice and clean the place was.
When we arrived the owner, Susan, was pleased to see us “hey babe…hey Alyssa it’s your birthday today isn’t it??” Alyssa nodded and smiled
“Ok what can I do for ya??” I told her that Alyssa wanted a nice belly button piercing for her 18th.
She Anadolu Yakası Escort set to work straight away, making Alyssa feel really comfortable. I held her hand during the whole thing just to give her a little moral support; she’d never had anything pierced and so was quite afraid of the gun and stuff!!
Alyssa picked out two studs for her belly button. I paid Susan half the usual price getting the extra studs for free because she enjoyed piercing “such a firm and beautiful stomach”.
We made our way to the pub, Alyssa thanking me constantly throughout the meal for her wonderful presents.
We’d stayed at the pub much longer than I expected Alyssa was reasonably drunk, I found out she’d never touched alcohol before that day which was a
Surprise for me.
We finally got home. And began to watch the DVD I had bought her for her birthday. She curled up next to me, leaning her head on my shoulder and
Holding my arm.
As we watched the movie I couldn’t help but look down her top a few times, she was so sexy in those clothes. My daughter the total opposite of my
Eldest daughter who was the local bike!! And had brought more boyfriends than I can remember back home before she was even 18!!
Alyssa was different; she’d never had a b/f she was always to shy and self-conscious.
I was really horny at this point. I managed to loosen my arm from Alyssa’s grip so that I could place it around her holding her closer.
I also noticed her playing with her piercing a lot.
As the film finished I took our glasses through to the kitchen and the bottle of wine, now empty.
I walked back through and sat back down next to her. “thanks again Dad!!, today was wonderful! My best birthday yet!!”
She then leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. However I turned to say something as she did, our lips met I took advantage of the situation
And opened my mouth. Her tongue slipped in as our kiss lingered.
I was so horny now it was unbelievable. “I wanted to do that all day” she said. She then stood up and walked out of the room smiling.
I went to bed horny as fuck. I couldn’t masturbate, my daughter was next door, and besides if she wanted to take it further I wanted as much İstanbul Escort cum inside my balls as possible.
I lay there for about 1hr. Images of her kissing me where flooding back.
I couldn’t withhold any longer. I crept out of my room and made my way into Alyssa’s room. She was lying onto of her sheets still awake wearing only her panties and bra
Caressing her newly pierced belly button. I walked over and touched her hand. Her eyes met mine “Hi Dad, I was hoping you’d call by!!”
I lay down next to her caressing her stomach and kissed her again. “You know I’ve fancied you for ages!”
“I always thought you fancied Emily!” she said I smiled and kissed her again this time my hand leaving her stomach and slipping into her panties
“MMmmmm that feels really good daddy” my fingers slipped into her tight wet pussy, as my tongue explored her mouth.
I removed her panties, kissing her one last time; I crawled down her body kissing every inch of her as I did. Once I made it to her pussy I stopped
Taking in the beauty with my eyes. I began by kissing softly then my tongue parted her lips slightly her juices tasted so nice it was unbelievable.
As I licked, kissed and sucked I could hear her moan, begging me to fuck her. As her juices dripped down my chin she began to cum. Her body shaking in response to her first orgasm, she held my face firmly against her pussy.
I managed to control myself for a short while, enjoying the taste of her virgin pussy, but I eventually gave in to her.
I stood up and let her see my erect penis. She gave it a suck and then smiled begging me to stick it in her virgin pussy..
I obliged and began to slowly ease my penis in, her moans became moans of pain, I slowed down easing it in slower to let her pussy expand at it’s own speed.
Once all 7″ where inside her I leaned forward to kiss her then began to pump my cock in and out. She smiled an awkward smile and began to caress my chest.
As I pumped away she got into it more, I rolled her on top of me so that she could control how fast and how far my cock went into her.
She rode me better than my wife ever had. I’d only really had sex with a few women having married so early and Alyssa was definitely the best.
As I could feel myself Cumming she climbed off me and took my cock into her mouth letting cum spray all over her face and breasts, she was loving every minute.
I leaned forward to kiss her; her tongue darted into my mouth. We both collapsed with exhaustion and fell asleep….. to be Cont.
The next afternoon I parked my car behind the large building and entered through the back door to the church offices. The anteroom outside the priest’s offices was dark and cool. I sunk into a soft leather chair to wait for Father Egan.
Sitting in the darkened area, my breath seemed too loud, too exposing what I wanted to hide. My ears pounded from my heartbeat. I closed my eyes and began inhaling deeply in an attempt to calm myself. After a while I grew anxious again, it was taking too long to see him.
From down the hallway, I heard a door open. Looking toward the sound I saw the dark shape of a priest motioning toward me. I rose and followed. As I stepped through the doorway he closed the door behind us. We stood facing each other.
The priest who summoned me wasn’t Father Egan. “What’s wrong Don? Why are you sweating so much?” I heard him ask. I was afraid to speak. He continued, “Father Egan said he tried to tell you that he couldn’t meet with you. But since you seemed so distraught he asked me to take his place.”
The man in black greeting me was called “Father Hulk” by the parish teens. He was much younger than Father Egan and had obviously spent a lot of time in the weight room. His large, dark brown eyes were always piercing and left me uncomfortable. His shirt was open at the collar, revealing a tightly gnarled mass of black chest hair. His broad shoulders loomed over me.
“Father, oh Father, I can’t believe what I’ve done,” I heard myself mutter. I couldn’t return his gaze, I felt such shame. My head began to swim, I felt his hand on my arm as he led me towards a chair, but then I fell.
I landed face down, my knees and hands stopping my fall. Tears began rolling down my cheeks; I began choking with my grief. I was looking down at his shoes when he spoke, “Get up, Don, nothing can be that bad.” I looked upward to see his handsome face looking down at me. He was standing close. Lowering my gaze I saw that the crotch of his dark trousers was directly in my vision.
“Nothing could be this awful” he spoke, his hand resting on the back of my head. Then, slowly and gently, he began pushing my head toward his crotch. “Let me comfort you, you seem to have such need.”
I closed my eyes and felt my forehead touch the fabric of his trousers. I felt the thickness of the fabric at the fly opening. But, pressing against my chin, I felt a quickening bulge. His cock was pressing outward against his trousers. I leaned back in shock, “Father.”
“Oh, I know what you think,” he spoke with quiet authority as his hand began lowering his zipper. “But I’ve had my eye on you for a long time Don. It was obvious to me what was coming.” I watched in horror as he reached inside the fly of his trousers and withdrew his long, hard cock. “But I know that this is what you need. It’s all right, take it, it’s natural and you’ll be comforted,” I heard him say.
I was in shock, how could this be happening? This was no comfort, this was sacrilege. I began to resist, but he said impatiently in a voice growing angry, “Get up then. Do you want more,” he said as his rough hand pulled me upward, forcing me down over his desk.
“So you say that what I’m offering won’t satisfy you?” he spoke gruffly. “Then you’ll have to take what I give.” I felt his hand go around my waist and begin unclasping the buckle on my belt, then he jerked down the zipper to my pants. Shoving me forward on the desk, he pulled down my trousers and underwear.
“No, please, don’t” I heard myself whimpering. This couldn’t be what I needed. His cock pushed down on my ass crack. Bent over the desk with one arm pulled behind me I felt powerless to stop this man. He began thrusting his prick into my crack. I felt the head press Maltepe Escort against my tight hole. “Oh no, please,” I cried. It was so big, I couldn’t possible stand that.
He pushed further and farther, and I felt the head pressing against me. I squeezed my hole tightly, but it only seemed to allow his cock head to go deeper inside. Then suddenly I felt a searing pain as something huge tore into me. “Aghh,” I cried aloud. I felt broke open, brazen heat erupted from within me. His huge cock had been rammed inside of me. My eyes blurred, I clamped my teeth together like a horse biting the bit.
“There, do you like that,” he spoke through his gasping breath. “I’ve been watching you since I arrived in this parish, the way you always look at me. Isn’t this what you really wanted?” He began thrusting inside of me, withdrawing some, then thrusting again. His huge cock filled my hole. I couldn’t feel anything but its size; my ass hole felt completely spread open.
Bent over the desk the way I was, when he began thrusting I was shoved forward. His breath became louder and my pain changed to a tingling which seemed to go outward from my hole, across my butt, and then filling my balls. To my own horror, I noticed that my own cock had become engorged. I felt its head grinding against the desk.
Alone with him in the sanctity of that room it became darker. Both of us were panting, our breathing came in gasps. My ass now felt lubricated, and his cock was sliding back and forth inside of me without resistance.
I grabbed the side of the desk with both hands and spread my legs further to be more open to his thrusts. He pounded me, grabbing my waist from behind. My cock banged into the desk sliding downward and causing friction, which only made me harder.
We stayed coupled like that longer than I could have imagined. We were rutting, and grunting like hogs in heat. My sweat rolled down my body and my butt cheeks were wet from the sweat of his crotch.
Suddenly his gasping became louder and my own seemed to match it. I felt his pounding grow more abrupt. My balls seemed to be filled and heavy and tight. Inside them a growing tingle spread throughout my groin. We both began to moan. We both shouted. We seemed welded together, like one body, thrusting and grinding, unaware of the distinction of two. And then we both exploded. My own was first, shooting from my throbbing cock. Quickly I felt the sensation of hot squirting deep up inside of me. We both yelled again.
Then our grinding slowed; it became more rhythmic. I rose upward but still he was inside of me, we were swaying as in a dance. Like two large birds, one mounting the other, we moved slowly in rhythm. I felt his arms around me, squeezing me hard. With my hands I reached backward and felt his head against my neck. Our hair, and our faces, and our bodies were covered with sweat. We remained that way for a long time before we separated.
On opposite sides of the now darkened room, we each repaired our clothing while hardly looking at the other. Pulling up our underwear then our trousers from around our ankles, we tucked in our shirts and buttoned up. Wordlessly, I watched him smooth back his black, now glistening, hair. We still didn’t speak. Finally he didn’t even look at me, he just left the room. I followed shortly feeling complete disgust with myself.
The sky was dark when I pulled into my driveway. Lights were on inside the house. I hadn’t thought at all on the drive home, I wasn’t even sure where I’d been all afternoon. The events of the day now seemed too distant, even unreal.
I was beyond any capability of feeling when I turned off the car, got out, and walked into the house to be greeted by, “Where Kartal Escort the hell have you been all afternoon?” My wife, her face angry, stood in our kitchen glaring at me. “We’re supposed to be at the banquet in 30 minutes, what have you been thinking?”
“There’s a banquet?” I replied, “What banquet?”
“The school sports awards banquet, you idiot,” she hurled. “How could you have forgotten that it’s tonight? It’s all Jimmy could talk about last night at dinner.”
I had forgotten. In my anxious state these past days I had completely forgotten our son’s banquet. “I’ll shower and be ready in 20 minutes,” I snapped back.
“Not enough time,” she replied. “I’m going ahead in my car” she said as she moved past me to the door.
“Stop,” I heard myself snap. “What time did you get home last night?” I don’t know why I suddenly was concerned. But it was all I knew to say.
“You were snoring so loudly that I slept in the other room. And why the hell do you suddenly care where I am. Now for God’s sake get ready and get down there. There’s a special speaker, an Olympic Silver medalist, at least Jimmy will be very disappointed if you miss it,” she said with a sneer. Then, with a glare that would hardly be interpreted as friendly, she stalked from the house.
I showered and dressed rapidly. In 30 minutes I was pulling into the crowed school parking lot. Though there were no signs, I quickly assessed that the banquet was inside the gym, the same one where I had watched wrestling.
The room was washed in light. Somehow, somebody, or group of some bodies, had transformed the gymnasium to a banquet hall. I didn’t know where to sit, but a young girl, a friend of my son’s, greeted me when I entered the room.
“Hi Mr. Warren,” she spoke. “There are no more seats up front with your wife and Jimmy, is it ok if I put you here at the back?” She gestured to a table with several empty chairs.
“Yeah, sure,” I replied, following her to the table and taking a seat. I nodded and smiled at the other people at the table. I was surprised that the gym was full. When my son had told me about the banquet I thought it was only for the wrestling team. But this was obviously for all the school teams.
At the front of the gym, a dais had been built for the head table. I looked over the setting. The head table was staffed with the usual assortment of school officials and coaches. But there was one man I didn’t recognized.
Looking furtively around, I extracted my seldom-worn glasses from my suit jacket. I’m not overly vain, but wearing glasses has been a concession to middle-age that I’ve been reluctant to make. So, they usually remained hidden and tucked away.
“That does help,” I grudgingly admitted to myself. Glancing back toward the dais, I saw the figure of Father Egan sitting a few rows in front of me and looking quizzically in my direction. His facial expression registered a question as he lifted his shoulders and arms in an inquiring way. With a wave of my hand, I brushed off his look indicating that there had been nothing important, even though my sore ass served as a reminder of what had been.
Looking down the table I took in the sight of the visitor. Gasping, I held my breath and looked again. “It can’t be, but it is.” Sitting at the head table, right beside the high school principal, was Mike, my Mike, the jogger, the man who had broken my resistance and unleashed my urges. How could he be here?
And then I remembered that my wife, as she snarled out the door, had said that the speaker was an Olympic silver medalist. Could it be Mike?
I was taken back. “Why didn’t he tell me,” I thought. “Was he afraid of being recognized?” Of course, a man with Kurtköy Escort that kind of athletic body must have been training for years. I had difficulty remembering our exact conversation. It now seemed vague.
Out of a mass of confused feelings, I began to feel pride. “Of course, he was afraid; he hadn’t gotten to know me well enough to know if I could be trusted.” But that was alright, I’d explain to him that he was safe. We could continue to meet privately, unknown by anyone. I now knew that he was who I really wanted. Out of my confusion, fear, and guilt, I had been missing what I really wanted. And there he was, sitting right in front of me. Feelings of love and pride for him flooded through me.
I decided to wait until after the banquet before getting his attention. The ceremony was too long. I didn’t pay much attention, my head was now swimming. I did come alert when my son received his wrestling letter. But the rest of the evening became a blur. Even when Mike was introduced and spoke, I tried to listen, but only head the rush of air. Cool air. I had been lost for so long, but now I’d come home.
After an insufferably long period, Father Egan gave the benediction and the banquet ended. In the crush of bodies afterward, I did manage to get the attention of my son and give a “thumbs up.” But the person I wanted to see, I seemed to have lost. In a panic, I surveyed the gym. But then, behind the figure of another man, I saw him. He appeared to be talking to someone. I moved to get a better look; then I came to a start.
There, in one corner of the room, he was talking to my wife. My wife! How could she? She stood there, looking so cheerful, even friendly. I watched her toss her head, then flick her hair off her shoulder. And he leaned forward grinning. I held my breath as I stood there watching them smiling at each other, Mike leaning forward. “Oh my god,” I thought, ‘they know each other.” My wife, and the man who is the cause of all of my longing, knew each other.
“Too well,” I suddenly thought. “Look at them, standing there, shameless in full view of the public, flirting!” Yes, I was sure of it, they were flirting. But was it just flirting? What time had she come home last night? And where had she been? Then I knew. She had lied, she wanted him. She was taking him from me. I knew then that I had to see him. I would explain, and he would understand. “Don’t be fooled,” I’d tell him. “She’s a witch; she’ll work evil magic on you. You won’t have anything left. I’m the one who has what you need.”
I stepped from the gymnasium into the same hallway I’d found this morning. I’d wait for him, and we could talk. I stood waiting for a long time. He remained, even after my wife left, talking to one adoring fan, then another. Finally I saw him leave with another woman and I followed.
Stepping outside the gym I called out to him, “Mike, wait.” He stopped, turned, and looked back towards me. I was walking through a darkened area, so he didn’t recognize me. Stepping into the light I said, “I’ve been waiting for you. I’ve been waiting so long, so that we could talk.”
“I’m sorry,” I heard him say, “Do I know you? Have we met?”
“Of course we’ve met,” I laughed. “How easily they forget, huh?” I humored. But I could tell from the look on his face that he didn’t recognize me. There, in the middle of a high school parking lot, I realized the truth. The bastard didn’t care for me. The person who had changed my life so much, and who had caused such agony in me, didn’t even value the passion we shared together. I felt my anger rise, slowly at first, but then breaking through like a tide bursts against a seawall. The sound in my head grew louder. He had used me.
“How could you,” I heard myself scream as my fist flew forward. I felt nothing, but saw his head jerk backwards from my blow, then crash into the side of a car. He grabbed his face and I began swinging again. Dark, red blood began to flow down his neck. But I kept screaming, and hitting him.
[Like me, all of the people appearing in my stories are over the age of 18]
I wish I had an incredible story to tell. Well, not true. I DO have what I think is a pretty incredible story. I just don’t have any kind of incredible build up to it. There was no spiraling erotic tension between the two of us, nothing like years of unsatisfied longing, no weird case of mistaken identity or drunken encounter. All that being true, my sister Hannah and I fucked for the first time last Tuesday, and for the eleventh time yesterday.
We usually get together every couple of weeks, have dinner together and catch up. If we’re in relationships, we may even let them tag along. Sometimes we go out, sometimes we stay in. Sometimes it’s on the weekend, and others a welcome escape from a long workday.
On the aforementioned Tuesday, at my place, we were playfully arguing throughout dinner about what the toughest team sport was, bouncing around from football to soccer to basketball to rugby. We were talking about what protection each had, and while we were standing next to the table clearing it, she slapped me on the shoulder playfully, and said “You just wish you were tough enough for these sports anyway.” That descended into us playfully swatting each other on the arms, shoulders, cheeks, butt, etc. I’ll admit I was already getting a little turned on. I like strong, physical sex and women who don’t mind asserting themselves with me, women like my sister, actually.
We’d swat at each other, grapple a little, then back off and swat at each other more, then back to the grappling. Before long, I had a raging hard-on that I knew I’d be taking care of after she went home. I swatted toward her shoulder and accidentally grazed her breast, and she got a wild look in her eye and said “Oh, no — you didn’t just …! It’s on!” and then pounced on me. I got a good grip on her wrists, so she was left trying to knee me — not too hard, of course — and as she was doing that, with her thigh probing between mine, she realized that she wasn’t just feeling thigh up against her skin, but something much harder, and she later said, surprisingly large.
“Ohmygod, you fucking perv! You are hard as a rock! Are you getting off on wrestling with your own sister!?” She was laughing as she said it, so clearly, she wasn’t freaked out. I said “No, of course not” and then we went back and forth with things like “Yeah, right, I can feel it with my leg, dumbass.” And she’d grind Pendik Escort it against my cock, while I denied it. I claimed it was my wallet or something. Finally she wrenched a wrist out of my grip, and grabbed at my crotch, latching on to my hard cock through my jeans. “Alright, perv, then tell me what this is!”
Then she realized what she was doing. Her eyes got big and her face looked very surprised at what her hand had gotten her into. She changed her grip a couple of times, then added, “Ohmygod, how do you walk around with that monster? I’ve never noticed you limping before. ” That was an exaggeration, of course. It’s no horse cock. Maybe on the high side of average, but not enormous.
She didn’t show any sign of letting go, though, so I took both of her breasts in my hands, and started to squeeze lightly, saying “Two can play at this game, baby sis. Who’s going to blink first?” That did not help my erection go away, not in the least. I’m the one who sealed the deal when I started caressing her nipples with my thumbs. Up to that point, we were just play fighting. I caressed and she stroked, and we both got a little glazed over. Then I took the back of her neck in my hand, fingers running through her hair, and pulled her hard to me and kissed like I meant it, like a hot and playful woman had my cock in her hands, in fact.
She kissed back, and I started walking her backward through from the dining area to the living room. I turned and sat both of us down on the couch, barely breaking our kiss. I unbuttoned her shirt as she started on mine, then snapped open the front clasp on her bra. Her boobs jiggled free, and she gave a little moan at their release. Her whole body was radiating heat now, and we broke contact only long enough to get our pants undone, shoes off, then throw everything we wore into a crazy pile on the coffee table.
I rolled her to her back and spread her knees, moving in between them as I kissed my way down from her neck to her soft, and very neatly trimmed pubes.
It took no effort to slip first one, then two fingers into her snug pussy. She was as wet and ready as any woman I’d fucked. I curved my fingertips up so they could stroke her g-spot while I made my tongue busy. She was already rocking her hips back and forth, rubbing her mound into my face as I started flicking my tongue up and down her slit. Her lips were already parted by my fingers, and they parted even more as they plumped Anadolu Yakası Escort up from excitement.
There was no missing her clit, and I didn’t. I quickly homed in on it and fluttered my tongue on top of it, then around in lazy circles before returning again. The first woman I ever went down on taught me to spell the alphabet with my tongue. It was a more recent one who got me past the alphabet and on to exactly how to point my tongue, how to flick and flutter and swirl. My sister was getting all the benefit of my experience. I was sure she wasn’t a virgin and looked forward to getting just as well taken care of. At the moment, though, it was all her pleasure. She held me steady, fingers locked into my hair. I wasn’t going anywhere, not that I wanted to.
My mouth was busy, but she made up for it with enough vocalization for the both of us. “Ohh, I can’t believe such a good pussy eater has been under my nose all this time! And I can’t believe I never thought of fucking my stud big brother, who must’ve had a third of the girls in my class. Your tongue is so good. Whoever taught you, I should send a big bouquet, though wouldn’t that make her suspicious!?”
She was so talkative, I was starting to doubt she was enjoying it like she said, but I could feel her wetness, the tightness in her thighs, and the firm grip she kept on my hair. She rocked gently against my tongue, and the highs kept getting higher and longer. She was trying to thrust herself toward orgasm, like a child on a swing, kicking higher and higher with each swing. Her chatter turned to moans and snippets like “mmm … God, yes, finger fuck me … aAAahhh … ohgod — right there, Kyle, eat me, eat me then pleaseohpleaseohplease fuck m-m-m-meeee …”Hannah’s voice was thick with passion, the kind of voice I love to hear. Her body started trembling, and I knew her orgasm was about to break across her body. As soon as she started convulsing, I rose up, my fingers still eagerly stroking her g-spot, but now my cock bobbing up and down, close enough to brush a trail of precum around her inner thigh.
She was shuddering and grinding hard on my fingers when they suddenly vanished from inside — she whimpered and gave me a lost look just before I leaned in and replaced them with my cock, driving it all the way to the root. I just hung there for a moment, savoring the experience of being buried balls deep in my sister. “Holy fuck, sis.” She said nothing, İstanbul Escort but wrapped her arms and legs tight around me and continued to shudder. I hooked my arms around her shoulders and started to thrust. She whimpered; she bit my shoulder; she tightened her legs around me in a vise.
Every time I drew back, I raised her with me, and my thrusts drove her hard back into the cushions. My sister’s pussy felt like warm satin, snug around my cock. Each thrust drove a breath and a word from her, “Oh. God. My. Brother. Is. Fucking. Me. Fu-u-u-u-uck me, babe.” What kind of a brother says no to a sister like that? Not this kind, that’s for sure.
I pulled Hannah’s legs up until her ankles were around my head, then I bent her double with the weight of my body. My balls slapped loudly against her ass, but that still wasn’t as loud as my sister’s ragged gasps of passion.
“Talk. To. Me. Kyle. T-t-t-ell. Me. How. You. Love. My. Pu-u-u-sssssyyyyyy…”
“God, it’s perfect, sis. I should have started fucking you years ago. I never knew my sister’s pussy would feel so right around my cock. My sister’s dirty, dirty little pussy.”
“Am I your sister slut Kyle?”
“You are totally my slutty sister, Hanna.”
“Mmm…. fuck me, brother, fuck me more …”
And so I did. Our chatter died away and I began relentlessly pounding my cock into her pussy as she thrust up at me, trying to keep pace. Her string of orgasms had worn her ragged, though, and really all my sister could do was hold on tight to me while I did all the fucking. Suddenly, my own orgasm caught up with me, and I slammed one last time into her before shuddering to a stop. I could feel every single pulse of my cum into her, and at the first splash she began one last, exhausted, fluttering orgasm of her own, her snug pussy twitching around my cock buried to the root in her, just like we’d started.
I was panting and dripping sweat onto her, trying to catch my breath, and calm my pounding chest. I figured I looked like a mess, but I’d never seen my sister look so contented.
She was breathing deeply and slowly. Now and then a little shiver would ripple through her and she’d tighten her grip on me. I freed an arm and reached up to stroke her hair as her breaths became soft purrs, and my cock finally softened and slipped out of her. Scooping her into my arms, I lowered us both down to the carpet, spooning myself behind her as she drifted away. She was sound asleep now, worn out by who knows how many orgasms.
Moments later, I followed her into sleep, one bicep for her pillow and my other hand cupping one breast. Good thing, too — it was only 9:30 and we weren’t quite done for the night. In fact, we’d only scratched the surface!
