La première fois d’un jeune minet en chaleur

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La première fois d’un jeune minet en chaleurC’était un matin, j’allais au travail, j’attendais Mon train quand je remarqua un jeune minet, à lunettes, tout En discutant avec son ami me jetait des regards. Notre train arrivé, on rentre, Je m’assois au fond du train et Le jeune minet s’assoie devant avec son ami face à Moi. Pendant Mon trajet, j’écoute ma musique, je secoue un peu Ma tête au rythme de Ma musique, je vois Le jeune minet qui me jette toujours des petits regards et cette fois ci il me fait un sourire En coin. Ils descendent la première station, il me jette une dernier regard. Moi Dans Ma tête “quel dommage, il est super craquant !”. Après ma journée de travail, je suis pressé de rentrer chez moi, je reprends le même train qu’à aller et à l’avant dernière station je revois Le même minet qui monte dans le train, cette fois ci il est tout seul et Mon cœur s’emballe. Il s’assoit derrière Moi, je fais mine de ranger ma veste derrière Mon siège pour le regarder, il me regarde. On arrive au terminus, je sors de la gare en direction de chez moi, Dans une sente, je sens une main sur Mon épaule, Je me retourne et c’est le jeune minet. Il me demande quelle heure il est, Je la lui donne et il tient Ma main car il aime beaucoup ma montre, il güvenilir bahis me demandé où est ce que je l’ai acheté, je lui dis c’est un cadeau. Mon regard se pose sur son entre jambe, il est super excité. Je lui demandé oui il habite, il me dit pas loin de la mairie, je n’habite pas loin, je l’invite à boire une verre comme ol n’habite pas loin, il accepte directe. Sur le chemin je lui demande ce qu’il fait de beau dans la vie, il me dit qu’il est lycéen, En terminale et quil revenait de ses révisions avec ses amis. On arrive vers chez moi, il me demande où se trouve Les toilettes, je lui demande ce qu’il veut boire, je lui prépare tout cela, quelques minutes plus tard, il sort des toilettes avec son sexe à l’air, je remarque qu’il est En erection et est poilu, j’adore ça et qu’il a un beau gland rosé, il fait semblant d’être désolé mais je suis sûr qu’il a fait exprès pour bien me montrer qu’il est très excité. Je l’invite à s’asseoir pendant que je vais me changer, je me dirige vers Ma chambre qui est En face du salon, il me dit qu’il aime beaucoup Ma déco, ol se balade un peu partout et un moment je le surprends entraîn de me regarder entre la petite ouverture et il ouvre complètement la porte et il me dit que depuis ce matin qu’il türkçe bahis ma remarqué, il n’a pas arrêté de penser à Moi, il regrettait de ne pas être venu me Parler ce matin comme il y avait son ami et que Le destin a voulu quon se recroise Dans ce même train donc il ne veut pas laisser passer cette chance une deuxième fois. Il se dirige vers moi, il m’embrasse avec passion, désire, je fonds devant ce petit minet excité comme une puce, je sens qu’il faut que Je Le soulage sinon il va explosé. Je lui enlève son t-shirt, il a un corps fin et bien dessiné, Je mordille ses tétons, Je descends au niveau de son entre jambe, il mouille d’excitation, Je lui mets une capote, faut toujours se protéger avec de parfait inconnus et j’ai Le temps de lui lécher son gland, qu’il gicle aussitôt. Il est tout gêné, Je Le rassure, cacorouce que je lui fais beaucoup d’effets, je lui remets une autre capote, Je Le suce En gorge profonde, il gémit de plaisir, ça m’excite beaucoup, Je l’allonge sur le lit, je lui passs Ma langue partout sur son corps, il frissonne de plaisirs, il me dit qu’il m’aime, Je Lui mets Mon doigt sur ses lèvres pour lui dire de se taire, il obéit directement. Je lui lèche ses couilles poilues, pendant que je lui branle, Je monte güvenilir bahis siteleri doucement sur son corps, il veut Lécher et toucher mes fesses, Je me mets à quatre pattes, il dévore mon trou, pour un minet il se débrouille très bien, il dit qu’il veut rentrer en Moi, je lui dit de mouiller un peu Mon trou et son sexe, il rougit tellement il est excité, je prends son sexe, Je Le rentre dans mon trou, il pousse un gémissement quand il est En Moi, il fait des va et viens, il trouve sans très bon, il s’accroche bien à mes fesses, il donne des petites tapes, il fait des va et viens de plus en plus rapide, il dit qu’il va jouir, je lui dis de venir en Moi, il s’accroche très fort à Moi avec ses longs bras, il gémit de plus en plus fort, je sens que son sexe s’endurcit et là d’un coup il hurtle de plaisir tellement la jouissance est intense, il ne me lache pas pendant quelques minutes. Je lui demande comment il a trouvé ça, il me dit qu’il est amoureux de Moi, je trouve ça adorable mais je lui fais comprendre que c’est la jouissance qui lui fait dire ça. Il m’explique qu’il n’a jamais fait ça avec un mec que c’était sa première fois et qu’il sait c’est avec un mec qu’il veut faire sa vie. Il regarde l’heure il doit partir car ses parents l’attendent, il se rhabille vite et il me demandé s’il peut revenir Le lendemain, je lui dis c’est quand il veut, on s’échange nos tels, il m’embrasse toujours avec passion et s’en va. Il ma épuisé mais je suis super heureux de cette rencontre.

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C’était une simple Baby Sitter (3)

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C’était une simple Baby Sitter (3)A ce moment là j’étais dans un état d’excitation que je n’avais encore jamais connu, il était tel que je n’appréhendais même pas ce dépucelage.Katia me dit alors :”Dégage tes coudes du sol, fous ta gueule parterre et mets tes deux mains devant ta bouche ! Parce que tu vas crier et jouir comme une petite pute que tu es et ta sœur dort et tu as intérêt à ce qu’elle ne se réveille pas.”Je m’exécutais rapidement tout en sentant toujours son gland bouger sur mon anus. J’étais allongé le cul bien en l’air, cambré et totalement offert. Ses deux mains tenait alors mes fesses, comme une femelle qu’on allait prendre.Elle releva alors une de ses deux jambes, restant un genou au sol, l’autre jambe relevée pour avoir un meilleur angle de pénétration.Katia cracha dans mon cul histoire d’avoir un semblant de lubrification. Je la vis prendre sa queue ferme dans sa main et faire glisser son gland doucement mais fermement à l’intérieur de mon cul.Je ressentis une très brève douleur, presque immédiatement remplacé par une sensation encore inconnue mais totalement enivrante. Je sentis son bas ventre taper contre mes fesses. Sa queue était entièrement rentré en moi. Je poussais un long râle de soulagement mêlait a du plaisir.Je tenais plus mon corps, heureusement que ses deux me tenait fermement au niveau des hanches. La sensation d’avoir ce sexe si dur, si long en moi avait touché des parties de mon corps encore inconnu. Mon sexe bien qu’il ne fût pas en érection mouillait allègrement. Je lâchais prise, je ne contrôlais plus mon corps, pourtant elle avait simplement fait glisser doucement son sexe en moi. Sa clémence allait être de courte durée. La dernière chose dont je me souvienne parfaitement ce sont ses mots :”Mon dieu ce cul est merveilleux à la fois serré, en même temps tellement confortable à l’intérieur. Si t’étais une vraie bonne femelle güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri tu serais mouillé comme jamais. Je vais te défoncer, te féconder sale chienne”.Au moment où retentit ce “ienne” la dernière syllabe de sa phrase ce fut le début d’un mélange de sensations que je ne saurais encore aujourd’hui décrire avec précision. Elle commença à me pénétrer, cette fois-ci à la faveur de coups de reins beaucoup plus grand, plus rapide et sans ménagement. Son premier coup de rein fut tellement sec que je ressentis une douleur lorsque ses couilles percutèrent les miennes. C’est bien la seule douleur que je ressentis.Mon cul s’était ouvert, elle ne se privait pas d’en profiter. Elle me défonçait sans retenue, faisant claquer ses couilles contre les miennes à chaque coup de reins, son bas ventre frappant littéralement mes fesses. Sans compter les fessées qu’elle lâchait fermement emporté par le mouvement de plaisir qu’entraînait le dépucelage de mon cul.Ses mouvements n’ont pas ralentis un seul instant, rythmé aussi par mes gémissement bruyants, heureusement caché par mes mains sur ma bouche. Elle me défonçait sans relâche. Avec le recul je ne crois pas qu’elle me prêtait attention, elle prenait son pied se servant de moi comme d’un simple vide couille, un objet de plaisir. Sa queue que j’avais l’impression de sentir grossir en moi, passait et repasser entre mes fesses pour me remplir.Jusqu’alors j’avais oublié que j’étais un homme, me sentant comme une femme se faisant baiser, impuissante face au plaisir et la domination de l’homme. Très vite je pus me rappeler du contraire. Tandis que je ne bandais toujours pas, je sentais mon sexe se contracter pour finalement, sans que je puisse retenir quoi que ce soit, sentir une éjaculation incroyable sortir parterre. Encore un petit peu de l’énergie qui me restait pour essayer de contrôler mon corps güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri qui s’évaporait tant la sensation de cette éjaculation avait été intense.Inconsciemment je me relâchais encore un peu, pensant naïvement terminé sur cette orgasme quasiment jubilatoire. Bien mal m’en a pris. Katia se retira bien de mon cul, à aucun moment cela était suivi du projet de terminé là-dessus.Elle me releva, me posa sur le canapé sur le dos, laissant mon cul dépassé dans le vide. Elle me déplaça avec une telle facilité, que je ressentais encore une fois cette sensation agréable d’être dominé, une absence totale de virilité simplement contrôlé.”Ne crois pas un seul instant que parce que tu as joui comme une chienne que c’en est terminé. T’es là pour mon plaisir salope, le tien on s’en fout”Elle me fourra mon caleçon dans la bouche. Fit un nœud avec un tee shirt et une veste, pour lier à la fois mon pied droit avec ma main droite et la même chose côté gauche. J’étais là pleinement offert à elle, plus de retenue possible ni de résistance. J’étais attaché, comme bailloné et mon corps à disposition. Je ne me doutais pas que cette position lui offrait encore un meilleur accès à mon trou.Elle repris sa queue dressée comme jamais, pour fourrer ses 20 centimètres jusqu’au fond de mon cul. Encore plus profond qu’en levrette, je tournais légèrement de l’œil tant le plaisir m’envahit, sans compter mon cri masqué par mon caleçon. Très vite je revins à la raison, elle me gifla, puis saisit mon menton avec sa main.”Remarque moi dans les yeux quand je te défonce comme une chienne. Regarde bien partir toute ta virilité, toute ta masculinité. Je veux que tu sentes à quel point t’es qu’une chienne, une femelle qui se fait défoncer. Je veux que tu ressentes la frustration d’avoir une queue, que tu aimerais avoir une chatte pour te faire défoncer encore güvenilir bahis şirketleri plus. Je ne veux pas que tes yeux quittent les miens tant que je te lime salope !”Son regard était autoritaire, ferme. Sa mâchoire était serré tant elle s’appliquait à me défoncer le plus fort possible. Le fait de me voir attaché sans moyen de résistance, amplifiait grandement le plaisir. Son sexe était tellement dur, je sentais à chacun de ses passages les veines frottait sur les parois de mon anus.Au bout de longues minutes de limage intense, faisant remuer mon ridicule petit sexe tel un clitoris gonflé. Je sentais le plaisir montait en elle. Son souffle s’accélérait, parsemé de petits gémissements à peine audible. Alors que je pensais la voir éjaculer tout en me pénétrant, elle se retira d’un coup sans prévenir de mon cul.Retira la capote, pour sans prévenir venir au dessus de moi, passant entre mes membres toujours attachés venir s’agenouiller sur mon torse, retirer le caleçon et me limer la bouche.En à peine quatre aller-retour elle lâcha tout son sperme dans ma bouche, poussant un grand râle de plaisir et de soulagement.”Avale bien tout, nettoie bien ma queue ma salope”.Avec une légère appréhension j’avalais ce liquide visqueux qui remplissait ma bouche. Cela me provoqua un léger dégoût. Pas franchement agréable, pas insurmontable non pus de toute façon il le fallait.Je m’occupais alors de bien nettoyer son sexe pas encore totalement retombé de sa splendeur précédente. Elle semblait satisfaite. Elle me détacha, me saisit par les cheveux pour me mettre parterre à quatre pattes, la tête collait au sol juste à côté de mon sperme. Elle mit son pied sur ma tête.”Allez salope nettoie ça avec ta langue”.Tandis que je m’exécutais à contrecœur, elle me dit :”T’es une sacré bonne salope, j’aurais pas imaginé ça. Entre ta bouche à pipe et on cul taillé pour accueillir des queues on va bien s’entendre. J’ai quelques amis qui vont avoir hâte de t’essayer”.Je me sentais vraiment honteux à ce moment précis. A la fois du fait de lécher mon propre sperme parterre. Mais surtout à la sensation de l’excitation ressentit de sa phrase, prouvant que j’étais en passe de devenir une vraie salope…

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Cleaner ChristmasCleaner Christmas**************************************************************************************************It was a damp, cold late November, a Friday evening as our three-card brag school sat in the smoke-filled Public Bar. Simon, the newest member of our group, had kept trying to raise the stakes beyond our usual pennies. We played for enjoyment but took our competition seriously. An evening’s loss of five shillings, the price of a couple of pints of beer, was seen as massive. Simon would try to bid ten shillings when our agreed rules limited the maximum to two shillings. He didn’t seem to realise that although any of us could afford to pay more, the contest was more important to us than the money.As closing time approached we discussed how we would continue the game as we did most Friday evenings. Usually one or other of us would be able to use a room in our parents’ houses but that night we were stymied. Simon offered his girlfriend’s flat a few hundred yards away. We were doubtful. What woman would want eight men playing cards all night? Simon went down the road to check. When he returned he said that she’d agreed if we were prepared to pay her a few pence each for the cost of coffee and biscuits. We bought a few bottles of beer each from the Off-Sales counter and walked down the road. We were quieter than usual perhaps because we weren’t sure about using a stranger’s flat. When we arrived we were even more embarrassed. Monica was no stranger. She had been a contemporary at school and probably all of us had kissed her behind the bike sheds at least once. I was shocked by the change in her. She looked years older than us, grey-faced, without make-up, and obviously tired. She was wearing a grubby housecoat and was on her way to bed.She showed us straight into the living room. It was tidy but seemed barely used with a musty smell of old furniture, stale cigarette smoke and unopened windows. She told us where the coffee, milk and biscuits were kept and left us to our card game. Her only request was that we keep the noise down and the living room door shut so we wouldn’t disturb the c***dren.c***dren? Surely Monica wasn’t old enough to have c***dren. I noticed her bare fingers. Not only was there no wedding ring, there was no sign that she had ever worn one. For the late 1960s that wouldn’t have been unusual in big cities but in our small town unmarried mothers were still rare.About four in the morning I decided to take a break from the game to make the coffee. The beer had run out. I was neither a winner nor a loser so no one objected when I announced that I would miss a few hands. I asked for quiet as I left the room, shutting the door carefully behind me. I walked into the kitchen.It was a mess. There was a pile of washing up on the sink, another one on the work surface and dirty crockery on the kitchen table. There were piles of dirty clothes on the sticky floor. The cooker was stained with burnt food and congealed grease. I couldn’t find any clean mugs to use for the coffee. I would have to wash some mugs at least.I cleared the sink and ran some hot water. There was a small amount of washing up liquid and no spare bottle. Half the liquid might do. As quietly as I could I washed enough mugs for all of us. The washing up water was still hot so I started on plates and dishes. By the time the water was too dirty to clean any more I had washed about a quarter of the accumulated heaps. I made the coffee, found a tray that I had to wipe clean, and took the coffee in to the card game. They barely noticed as I distributed the mugs because three of them had strong hands. For our card school the atmosphere was tense. I saw who held what as I deposited the coffee. Simon, betting as high as we allowed, had the weakest hand. Peter’s hand was good but not as good as David’s, but David the player easiest to bluff. I sat down on the edge of an armchair to watch.Simon pushed the other two hard but eventually had to fold. David immediately called Peter and won the hand, collecting nearly a pound in winnings. He looked at me and grinned. He hadn’t won that much all year.“Here John,” he said, pushing a pile of pennies towards me, “that can go to our hostess. Anyone else giving?”We all produced handfuls of small change which I piled on the tray.“I’ll change it up,” I said.“Don’t bother,” Simon suggested. “Monica prefers money in coins. She can manage it better like that.”I wasn’t so sure. It didn’t fit with the Monica I had known yet the flat showed signs of desperate poverty.I watched the next couple of hands then took the tray with the coins, the used cups and the empty beer bottles back to the kitchen. No one noticed that I hadn’t rejoined the game.I was working as quietly as I could to avoid disturbing Monica and the c***dren. An hour later I had nearly finished washing all the accumulated crockery and pans when David joined me.“What have you been doing?” He asked quietly. “I missed you, even if the others didn’t.”“Washing up.” I pointed at the teetering heap awaiting drying.“All that? We just had some mugs of coffee.”“I know, David, but virtually everything was filthy. I had to scrub the mugs before I could make the coffee. Once I’d started, I thought I’d finish. Look at the cooker.”David looked and shuddered. “Yuck!”“Exactly. And all this heap was like that.”“Can’t we clean the cooker?”“With what? I’ve used all the washing up liquid and there are no other cleaners of any sort. I’ve searched. There’s no detergent, no soap, no scouring powder – nothing. Even this dishcloth has had it.”“We could buy some, John.”“This early? The corner shop doesn’t open until eight.”I looked at my watch. Six-thirty.“What about Angela?”“Of course! Why didn’t I think of her?”Angela is my on/off girlfriend, a part-qualified nurse who works night shifts at the local Old People’s Home which is owned and run by a charitable trust. She is relieved at seven in the morning by the first of the day shift. She is always pleased if any of her friends drop in for coffee towards the end of her session when all her charges are asleep. We had been going out together for a couple of years, enjoying each other’s company, but looking for more – elsewhere.“Thanks, David. I’ll try her. She might have something that could clean that cooker.”I let myself out of the front door, leaving it on the latch. David could see it while he dried up the dishes. Angela’s greeting was overwhelming. She hugged and kissed me as if I’d been away for months. Yet we had been out as a couple only three evenings ago. Almost before I’d got my breath back I had a cup of coffee in my hand and Angela snuggled in my lap. I couldn’t resist as she kissed me again and again, at least not without spilling the coffee.“John, you’re just the person I wanted to see,” Angela said between kisses. “I’ve been asked to decorate the common room for Christmas and I can’t reach, not even on a ladder. Will you?”How could I refuse? Angela’s kisses didn’t give me time to do more than nod my head and transfer her next kiss to my forehead. Eventually she paused.“But I’m forgetting,” she said. “You must have come today for a reason. I normally see you during the week, not on Saturday morning. Out with it. What do you want from me? I’m feeling generous now you’ve agreed to help with the decoration.”I explained about the card school, about Monica, and my need for cleaning materials.Angela kept asking about Monica, how she was, what she looked like, how she was coping with two small c***dren…“Coping?” I snorted. “She’s not. Why? I don’t know. I only saw her for a few minutes and she looked dreadful. The state of her kitchen told me more about her than her own appearance. She’s lost it. I think she needs help and her so-called boyfriend Simon isn’t it.”“We’ll have to be careful, John,” Angela suggested. “Monica may not appreciate help because it shows that we know what a state she’s in. You could justify the washing-up and cleaning because you’re repaying her for her hospitality. If I became involved? She could be offended.”“All I wanted from you was some things to clean the cooker, perhaps the floor, and to replace the washing-up liquid I’d used…”“Are you sure that’s all you wanted from me?” Angela asked archly.“It’s all I expected. The reception you gave me was welcome, enjoyable and a great bonus.”“You can have more of the same…” Angela kissed me again, “…but I might want more from you than help with the Christmas decorations. Would you give more?”I was on the spot. I liked Angela. We’d kissed, often, but never as we had today. We had been boyfriend and girlfriend intermittently. We had drifted apart and had other relationships, come back together again, split again but always remained available for each other. Angela had fallen for someone else and I’d stood aside until she dumped him. I temporised.“It depends what you want and whether you want what I can give.”“We’ll see. For the moment, cleaning materials can be freely provided. Later, that is later this morning, I want you to come to my flat and talk about what you and I can do for Monica. You’ve still got a soft spot for her, haven’t you?”“Yes. I hated to see her as she was last night.”“OK. We’ll see what we can do for her, and for us. I’m off duty shortly and I’ll be up until about ten this morning. I want to see you before then. OK?”“OK.”I left the Old People’s Home with a collection of part-used cleaning materials that Angela had produced from a store cupboard.Back at the flat, David had finished drying up and was trying to wipe some of the grease from the cooker.“You took your time, John, didn’t you? You’d better start by cleaning the lipstick off. You look odd with Angela’s lips outlined on your forehead.” With the industrial-strength cleaning products the two of us were able to produce a gleaming cooker after about twenty minutes work. The tiny work surfaces and cupboard doors took another five minutes. We had almost finished the floor, frequently moving the piles of dirty washing, when Monica shuffled in. She looked at her gleaming cooker, the empty draining board, the shining floor…I stood up just in time to catch her as she slumped. She sobbed against my shoulder. David finished the floor and discreetly left the kitchen.“Why, John, why?” Monica said between sobbing.“Just to say thank you for putting up with us for the night.”“But…”I stroked her hair. It felt lank and greasy but I didn’t stop.“I appreciate what you’ve done, John, but you shouldn’t have.”“David helped,” I said.“Then thank him for me. I don’t think I can face him. I’ve been meaning to clean for days, no, for weeks, but the babies are demanding…”“…and Simon’s no help?” I suggested.“He is, and he isn’t. He tries to keep me sane. He looks after the babies, takes them out for a walk, gives me a break from time to time, but he’s not domesticated. He could never have done this.” Monica looked around and started wetting my shoulder again.“Do you want some help with the washing?” I asked.“There’s no washing machine,” Monica sobbed. “I do it all by hand.”“With what?” I asked. “There was no detergent. I looked.”“I used the last of it on Thursday,” she replied. “I can’t afford any more until Wednesday.”“Hasn’t Simon got money?” I asked, thinking of the amounts he had been betting.“He has and he hasn’t. He has to support his wife and k**s, and me. He isn’t paid much and he has been getting extra by playing cards. He has a few pounds card money. He usually wins enough to buy something for me, but if he has been playing with you, he won’t have won enough. I know you play for pennies.”“I don’t know how he’s done, but he won’t have lost much either. We had a collection for you, Monica.”I gave her the money we had donated. It had been eight shillings and eleven pence in coins but I had rounded it up to a ten shilling note.“I can’t take money from you, John.” Monica protested.“It’s not from me, it’s from all of us for letting us play cards here.”“Oh. I hope Simon won’t mind.”“He knows. He was there when we gave it.”“Then thank you all. It will make a difference.”Monica looked around her kitchen again. It was still gleaming. Everything was clean, put away inside clean cupboards, perhaps not where she would have put it but tidily. She opened the cupboard under the sink. Lined up were the items donated by Angela, washing-up liquid, disinfectant, several types of cleaners, cloths, even a pack of toilet rolls.“Where did these come from, John?” Monica asked. “The shops aren’t open so you couldn’t have bought them.”“I got them from Angela,” I admitted.“And what does she want in return?”“Probably me,” I laughed.Monica looked serious. “Is that a price worth paying for someone you barely know? We were friends once but never more than friends. I think I kissed you once or twice but it didn’t mean anything.”“I know it didn’t, Monica. We were friends, no more. You had boyfriends, I had girlfriends but we were never an item.”“Then why? Why do so much for me?”“Because you were a friend. I hope you still are a friend. I’d do as much for one of my mates if I found his kitchen in such a state. I hope he’d do it for me.”“And Angela? Is she just a friend?”“I thought so. I knew she’d help. But my welcome was as more than a friend. I’m going back to her soon and we’ll find out whether we are just kissing friends or something more.”“I hope you are more. You deserve someone like her, not like me. Please thank her for me, and give her this.”Monica kissed me on the lips.“At least my kiss doesn’t show, unlike hers.”She pointed to my neck. I looked in the now-clean mirror. Angela’s lipstick imprint was clear on my neck. “What about the washing?” I asked. “I could take it to the laundrette.”“I couldn’t pay for it,” Monica admitted. “This…” She waved the ten shilling note, “…and a few coppers, are all I have until Wednesday.”“OK. I’ll take all the washing. I’ll pay for it, as a friend. I’ll bring it back about five o’clock, clean and dry. Will that do?”“I can’t pay for it – ever. I can’t give you anything, nor promise you anything, and I can’t betray Simon by offering you myself…”Monica started to cry again.“Damn it, Monica! I’m not asking for anything! I don’t want anything except to help a friend! I don’t want to buy you for the price of some clean washing! You’re worth far more than that, so is your pride. This…”I waved my hand around the kitchen.“…is nothing. It’s clean. The washing will be clean. You will still be my friend and no more than a friend no matter how much you let me help. Once you are your own person again, you can choose other friends and forget me. You might want to because my existence will remind you of a bad time in your life. If so, I’ll walk away happy that you are again the Monica I knew and liked.”That was a long speech for me. Monica looked at me as if she had never seen me before.“You really mean it, don’t you? You’ll help in exchange for nothing? Nothing at all?”“Nothing except the pleasure of seeing Monica out of this mess. That would be really worthwhile.”“I’ll have to tell Simon. He’ll notice the cleaned kitchen and the missing washing.”“Of course you’ll have to tell him. I’m not his rival. He’s helping you. If I do too, we might achieve more together than on our own.”“OK. I’ll have told Simon before you return at five. He might be here. I hope you won’t argue…”“Why should we? He seems a reasonable enough bloke who is helping you in his own way.”We left it at that. I crammed all the dirty washing into a laundry bag and took it around the corner to the Laundrette. I paid for a service wash of two loads and apologised for the state of the washing.“That’s OK,” the assistant said, “we’ve seen worse. You’ll collect at four-thirty?”“Yes. Thank you.”I walked to Angela’s staff flat. She let me in, made yet more coffee and she asked about Monica. I told her what had happened, almost word for word. I gave her Monica’s kiss. That started a long necking session during which our coffee got cold. After fresh mugs Angela admitted that she needed me at the home over Christmas. She wanted me to be Father Christmas to the old people.“Father Christmas, Angela?” I asked incredulously. “Aren’t they too old for Father Christmas?”She laughed.“It’s not for them, silly. They make presents for their grandc***dren or great-grandc***dren and Father Christmas gives them out at a c***dren’s Christmas Party the week before Christmas. It isn’t at Christmas itself because most of them spend that with relations. The home is usually empty or almost empty then.”“Why me?”“The old man who has done it for years died last month. I could have asked one of the other old boys but they are really too frail for it. Several of them are worried that they might have to be Father Christmas. They’d be relieved if I had found someone else. Will you do it, John?”“Of course, and help with the decorations, if that’s what you want. Is that all?”“No. Monica was right. I want you.”“I’m flattered. Why me, now? Not that I’m objecting…”My mouth was stopped with another kiss.“Maybe because my last boyfriend turned out to be an arsehole, using me for money and sex, but really because you are the nicest bloke I know. What you are doing for Monica is typical.”“I haven’t done much for her. I’ll help if I can. How much I can depends not just on me but on Simon and her. Will they let me help?”“I’m sure they will. I know Simon better than you do. He’s been here several times as a plumber’s assistant. He was great with the old people. They like him and most of them have lived long enough to see through appearances to the person underneath. They could see, long before I did, that my boyfriend was a bastard. They kept hinting. I didn’t want to believe them but they were right. They like you.”“They’ve barely seen me, Angela,” I objected.“They’ve seen the effect your visits have had on me. That was enough for them.”“I’m no saint, Angela.”“You’re closer to a saint than anyone of our generation I know. That’s good enough for me.”She hugged me fiercely.“I don’t think you know that much about me. We could remedy that. How about a date for this evening after I’ve been to Monica’s? The cinema? A meal out?”“Neither, John. I want to talk to you. How about a meal here?”“Agreed. What time?”“Seven thirty or eight? Is that enough time for you to talk to Monica and Simon?”“Probably, Angela. I don’t think it should take long. But in the meantime?”“We should both go to bed, John. I’ve been up all night. So have you. I want you bright-eyed and bushy tailed this evening.”I left after another session of kissing. I went back to my flat, appreciating the contrast between its state and Monica’s, and went to bed, setting the alarm for three o’clock.When it went off I was in the middle of a dream apparently sharing a bed with Angela. I was reluctant to end it, but the prospect of seeing the real Angela this evening was better than any dream. I showered, had a snack, and took a suitcase to collect the washing from the Laundrette. It was neatly stacked and ironed. Most of it seemed to be small boys’ clothing. Monica’s clothes were less than a third of the total.In daylight, the entrance to Monica’s flat seemed even more depressing than it had been last night. The whole building showed signs of neglect and obvious maintenance failings. As Monica opened the door the inside of the flat was equally neglected. She stood aside and let me in. Simon greeted me with outstretched hand.“We need to talk, John,” he announced.“I think we do,” I replied cautiously.He was smiling so I didn’t think our talk would be antagonistic. I put the suitcase down in the kitchen.“Madam’s laundry,” I said.“Thank you, John. You two can talk in the living room if you want. The twins are still having their afternoon sleep.”“I think we could talk better if we go for a walk,” Simon suggested. “That way we won’t disturb the twins, nor will they disturb us if we wake up.”“OK, if you think that’s better,” I answered.We left the flat. Monica kissed both of us on the cheek as we left.“You can have coffee when you return,” she said as we walked away.“I don’t think we will,” Simon said as soon as we were far away enough to be beyond Monica’s hearing, “she hasn’t got enough coffee.”“Is it that bad?” I asked.“Yes. She’s barely got enough food for herself and the twins. I’m trying to help but I haven’t got much either.”“So what is the real situation?” I asked.“It’s difficult to explain,” he started. “Like you, I’m just a friend. Despite what you might have thought, I’m not her boyfriend, nor her lover. I’m married but temporarily separated. My wife isn’t well and has gone back to her mother’s after she was discharged from hospital. She’s recovering but won’t be able to look after herself, let alone me, for several weeks yet. Her mother and father are looking after our k**s too. I owe them a lot for what they’re doing for us.When my wife does return she might not understand about Monica. Monica knows that I’m only around temporarily and is worried sick about what will happen when I’ve gone.”“How did you become involved, Simon?”“While my wife was in hospital I was visiting her. After one visit I bought some fish and chips and was eating it on a bench in this park…”We had just walked into the local park.“Monica was at the other end of the bench. The twins were asleep in the pushchair. She was looking at my food as if she hadn’t eaten for days. I asked if she wanted some. She said ‘yes’ almost inaudibly. I passed her the rest of the fish and chips and she ate it very, very, slowly with tears running down her face. I asked what was wrong. She said it was the first food she’d had that week. It was a Thursday.”“Ouch!” I said.“Exactly. I didn’t have much money on me but I took her to the corner shop and spent all I had on food for her and the twins. She had been feeding them but not herself.”“But why? She’s on benefits?”“She was and is but her grasping landlord charges the earth for that flat. He doesn’t leave her enough for food. She can’t claim the full cost of the rent because the official rent and what he actually charges are different. She can’t claim for the twins.”“Why not?”“They’re not hers. They are her sister’s c***dren. Mary. Mary is in Holloway, awaiting trial for stabbing her abusive husband. The sister thrust the twins into Monica’s hands as she was arrested.”“But surely, Simon…”“I know, John. But her husband Tony is trying to claim custody. If he gets them who knows what he might do? If he has official custody it could jeopardise Monica’s sister’s trial. Monica is hiding the twins from him. Unfortunately her landlord knows that. His price for silence is the high rent.”“What a fucking mess!”“There’s more. The landlord has hinted, often, that he’d accept sex as part payment of the rent. So far Monica has managed to pay in cash. The landlord thinks I’m Monica’s boyfriend and that I’m there overnight. Except for last night when we were all there, I’m not.”“Can’t her parents help?”“Monica’s Dad is in the Navy. He’s ‘somewhere East of Suez’. He doesn’t even know that his daughter Mary has been arrested. Her Mum has lost it. She’s a gibbering wreck and has been since the arrest. Monica thinks that her Mum might need to be admitted to a mental hospital.”“What canlı bahis can we do to help? I know you’ve been giving Monica money…”“I haven’t. She won’t accept it, unless it seems to be winnings from card games. I had been winning but I play too well. The card schools I used to frequent have banned me for winning too much. I thought your friends might be suitable targets. You’re not. You and your friends play nearly as well as I do, and for pennies. Even if I won from you it wouldn’t be enough to make a difference. What I have been doing is buying her food. She’ll accept that as long as I don’t overdo it. Her real problem is her landlord.”“So really she needs somewhere else to go, Simon?”“Yes. Somewhere she can afford. Somewhere where she can hide the twins from Tony until after Mary’s trial. If Mary were to be convicted…”“Is that likely?”“It depends on the witnesses. Several people had seen Tony punching Mary. If they give evidence, Mary might be found not guilty, or guilty but provoked. When arrested Mary still had old bruises from Tony’s abuse. It all depends on the judge, and the jury.”“Oh shit! Monica’s really in a mess, isn’t she?”“Yes. And it’s all because she’s helping her sister. Apart from the strain of looking after the twins, Monica is worried stiff about Mary, and their Mum.”I thought for a few minutes as we continued to walk.“I’m not sure what I can do but I have friends who knew Monica. Between us we might help with money. Not a lot, perhaps enough to keep her and the twins from real want. We could say you had ‘won’ it from us. Even a few pounds a week would make a difference, wouldn’t it?”“It would, John. Even a pound a week could help.”“OK, Simon. I’ll talk to people tomorrow. I’ll start with David. He helped clean the kitchen so he knows that things aren’t right with Monica. Here’s a couple of pounds from your ‘win’ last night.”“I shouldn’t take it but Monica really needs it.”“I’ll try to get some more over the next few days. Is there anywhere I can meet you apart from at Monica’s flat?”“Yes.”Simon gave me his address, a flat on a local council estate a few hundred yards away. I wrote down my address for him.“You can post messages through the door,” Simon said. “I’ll be there every night from about nine in the evening. I leave at seven and go to Monica’s on the way to work so the landlord can see me apparently leaving.”“Thank you, Simon.”“Thank you too, John. Cleaning that kitchen really brightened Monica’s day. I wish I had thought of it, or was as good at it as you and David obviously were. Between my work, overtime, card games, and pretending to be Monica’s live-in boyfriend I have so little free time for anything.”We agreed that I would see him at his flat at nine o’clock on Wednesday evening if I hadn’t left a message for him before then. I walked off, towards Angela’s flat. How could I really help Monica? Perhaps talking to Angela might produce some ideas?When I approached Angela’s flat I was confused. I needed her advice and possibly her help to sort out Monica’s problems but I was seriously considering Angela as a potential girlfriend. I didn’t want to spend our first evening together talking about another woman, but I ought to. How would Angela take that?Her welcome was as enthusiastic as it had been earlier in the day. We had to stop kissing to draw breath and I hadn’t even crossed the threshold. Angela made it easy for me. She pulled me by the hand into her kitchen, thrust a cup of coffee in my hand and asked:“How was Monica? And Simon? I want to know.”“I didn’t see much of Monica. I gave her the clean washing. Simon and I went for a walk in the park so he could tell me what was really happening about Monica.”“And that is?”I explained, all of it. Angela became almost as angry as I felt.“The bastards!” she said suddenly.“Which bastards, Angela? Her sister’s husband? The Police?”“Not the Police. The husband and her landlord.”“Why not the Police?”“They don’t decide who is remanded in custody. That’s a court decision. Mary could be safer in Holloway than on the street where her husband could attack her again. But her c***dren deserve better. So does Monica. Let me think about the situation while I finish the cooking. Just sit there, and we’ll talk about something else.”“OK,” I replied, “What I really wanted to talk about is us. I was worried that we’d spend so much of this evening discussing Monica and her problems that there wouldn’t be time to talk about you and me…”“There’s time, John. There’s not much to talk about. I want you. You haven’t objected, have you?”“No. I like the idea.”“Good. You’re claimed. That’s settled. You’re mine, no matter how much you do to help Monica. You will be helping her with my approval and support. Got that clear?”“You make it sound so simple, Angela.”“It is. I trust you. I know you won’t take advantage of my approval. You won’t take advantage of Monica, just as Simon hasn’t. I told you he was a good bloke, didn’t I?”“You did. He is.”“That’s settled too. But we haven’t changed the subject.”“OK, Angela. I’ll try. What do you mean by saying I’m yours?”“Just that. You are now my boyfriend. I’m your girlfriend. We are a couple. We haven’t been a couple very long. Less than twenty-four hours. We need to find out what being a couple means. We have known and liked each other for years.”“I see,” I said, as Angela moved dishes around.I didn’t really. What did Angela mean by a couple? Am I a fiancé? It was too soon for that, surely? “I don’t think you do see, John, not yet. You’ll find out later. After we have eaten.”She came over to me and hugged me.“Another twenty minutes before the meal. How about a glass of wine?”We moved back to the settee with the wine. I had barely sipped it before Angela was on my lap. I put the wine down carefully. Angela’s hands cupped her clothed breasts.“You like these, don’t you, John?”I nodded. They were almost in my face. Angela’s hands moved down, grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it up and off. Her bra covered breasts were inches from me. I started to lean forward.“Wait!” Angela ordered. Her hands unclipped her bra clasp. She threw it on the floor. Her hands swung behind my head and pulled my face into her naked cleavage. I kissed her soft skin. She writhed around. I had a mouthful of breast, then just a nipple, or breasts pressing down from above. After a few minutes I was back in her cleavage. I heard her sigh.“That’ll do for now. Nearly time to eat. That was just the taster…”She kissed me, stood up, retrieved her bra and top and dressed.“Back to the kitchen, John.”We sat at the kitchen table to eat the meal. It was great, whatever it was. I don’t remember. I was too busy contemplating the enormity of having Angela as a girlfriend and what she meant by that. Why hadn’t I considered Angela before?“I think we should talk to Lady Agnes,” Angela suddenly said.“Lady Agnes? Who’s she?” I asked.“You know. She was, and is, Chairman of Governors at our old school. She’s one of the trustees for the Old People’s Home, one of the local magistrates and many other things…”“Oh. Her. I only knew her as Lady Smith, and the jokes about the relief of Lady Smith.”“She’s heard all those jokes. That’s why she prefers being called Lady Agnes. She knows everyone and has contacts everywhere. If anyone can give good advice about what we should do about Monica, Mary and the c***dren, she could.”“But Angela, wouldn’t she have been the one who sent Mary to Holloway?”“I don’t know, John. She might have done. If she did, I’m sure she had a good reason for doing it. I trust her.”“So how do we get to talk to her?“That’s easy. She has an office at the Home. She’s there at weekends and I can make an appointment for us to see her. The Home’s secretary won’t ask why. So many people come to see Lady Agnes about almost anything.”We agreed that we would try to see Lady Agnes next weekend. Angela would let me know the time of the appointment.I told Angela that in the meantime I would contact my card school members and see whether we could find a few more pounds for Monica. I and Angela knew that Monica needed a more permanent solution than the small amounts of money I could raise, but something now was better than nothing.“OK, John,” Angela said. “We can’t do any more for Monica now. We need to talk about us.”She didn’t let me talk. She kissed me. She pulled me to the settee and sat on my lap for a prolonged session of kissing and fondling. Her hands wandered everywhere. So did mine. My fingers slid under and up the folds of her ankle length skirt. Her legs parted to allow me access. Soon we were too excited to talk. Her hands were inside my trousers gently massaging my erection. My fingers were thrusting inside her. We were both panting as we reached a mutual climax. I tried to remove my hand. She clamped her legs around it. I left my fingers buried in her warmth. Both her hands continued to slowly stroke my recumbent cock until it started to respond again.“This time, John, you can be the passive one,” Angela said.She pulled my hand out from between her legs before removing my trousers and boxers. She knelt on the floor before her hand guided my erection into her mouth. I nearly came instantly as her lips slid over the tip. She stopped, turned her eyes up towards me, and just held my erection in her mouth until I was less excited. I slumped back against the settee.Her mouth took more of me inside her and began to suck. She was incredibly sensitive to my arousal, taking me nearly to the brink, slowing, stopping and starting again just before it was too late. I might have pleaded with her to stop teasing me, to finish it, but I was enjoying myself too much. Eventually she opened her mouth and released me. A few seconds later she had lifted her skirt and impaled herself on me. I had barely realised that I was inside her before I ejaculated. I closed my eyes.“Wake up, John!” Angela said quietly. “It’s time for a coffee break. And then I want to see what you can do for me.”Could I do as much as Angela had done? I wasn’t sure. She had been playing me as if she could feel everything I was experiencing. I didn’t want to disappoint her and I said so.“You’ll find a way,” she said. “I’ll tell you what to do, when and where. Just let me direct you and you’ll know next time.”We went into the kitchen and sat facing each other across the kitchen table while we drank the coffee. I was still worried that I couldn’t match her skill. What she had done for me had been an incredible experience. While I thought I knew how to make love so that my partner enjoyed herself, no woman had produced the effect that Angela had on me.Angela lowered her coffee mug.“You still look worried, John. Why?”“I don’t know that I can be as good as you were. I’ve never had such…”“You want to please me, don’t you?”“Of course.”“That’s what matters. My last boyfriend only wanted me to please him. I did what he wanted. He never asked or cared what I might want. I’m worried too.”“You’re worried? Why, Angela? What have you got to worry about?”“Losing you. We’ve only had a few hours together and I want to keep you.”“Why should you lose me? After that, I’d want more,” I laughed.“That’s not what I meant. I want a long term relationship, not just great sex. I know I can give you sexual satisfaction but I want more of you than that.”I put my coffee mug down, moved around the table, lifted Angela into my arms and sat down with her on my lap.“We have known each other a long time, Angela. Years. We’ve been friends all that time, haven’t we?”She nodded.“Have we ever had a serious argument? The only argument I can remember was about that movie we went to. Can you think of any other?”“No, John. And the argument about the movie wasn’t serious. I liked it. You didn’t. You thought it was rubbish and said so.”“I can’t even remember what it was.”“I can. It came round again as a second feature. You were right. It was and is rubbish, but at the time the plot seemed appropriate to the way I was feeling. But we didn’t really argue. We agreed that I liked it and you didn’t. That wasn’t a big deal.”“So why do you think we should fall out now, Angela? We don’t argue. We like each other. We’ve known each other for years even if we hadn’t really been boyfriend and girlfriend until now. Except for that movie we really hadn’t been on a date just the two of us together, but so what? You want me. I want you. You want to please me. I want to please you. I’m worried that I might not be as good at pleasing you as you have shown you can be at pleasing me, but surely that’s good, isn’t it? I want you to enjoy our relationship, and I hope you’ll tell me what I should do to make it enjoyable…”My long speech was cut short by a kiss.“I’m sorry, John,” she said when our lips parted. “My confidence has taken a knock from my last boyfriend. I’m desperate for us to work as a pair, possibly too anxious.”“You need time. We need time. You know who and what I am. I know you. We don’t know us – yet. We will. But now it’s up to you to tell me what to do to make the rest of this evening enjoyable for you…”Her answer was to lift the hem of her skirt.“You want me, down there?”She nodded with a smile on her face.I carried her to the settee and put her down. She spread her legs. I knelt down in front of her and lowered my head. She lifted her skirt and I moved between her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs as I moved slowly closer to her pussy. Her skirt dropped over me, leaving me in darkness. Her hands held my head through it. She guided me until my tongue was licking at her pussy.I let her move my head around, directing me where to kiss, where to lick, where to nibble, where to penetrate as much of my tongue as I could. Under her skirt it became warmer and damper as she became excited. She knew exactly where she wanted me. All I had to do was let her hands guide me. I had no idea of time. My only concern was to please Angela. Her hands tightened around my head clamping me hard against her. I gasped a quick breath before my face was buried deep between her thighs which scissored tightly. Her body shuddered around me. I wrenched my head back slightly to pant for breath but her hands dragged me closer again, and again. Gradually I learned how to breathe between her spasms of ecstasy which continued for several minutes. Finally her hands relaxed their grip, her thighs slumped apart and I could breathe as freely as was feasible inside her heavyweight skirt.“You can come out now,” Angela’s voice said, muffled by the damp layers of fabric between her head and mine.I blinked as I emerged from under Angela’s skirt, feeling hot and sweaty with my hair plastered to my scalp. Her skirt dropped down. Her hands lifted my head to her lap and began to stroke my head.“Thank you, John,” she said.“For what?” I asked. “I tried to please you.”“And you did. Even when I was nearly smothering you, you kept going.”“I thought that was what you wanted. You were guiding me.”“I was. That was marvellous. Knowing that you were doing everything I wanted you to, because you wanted to, and you were letting me control you… I’ve never had a man let me do that.”“All I wanted was what you wanted, Angela.”Her body bent forward. Her breasts pressed my head down against her skirt.“I was worried,” she said, “that I was asking too much from you, that I was asking you to surrender to me. But you weren’t surrendering, were you? You were cooperating and allowing me to choose what I wanted.”“I said I would.” My voice was muffled again. “Like now, breathing might have been temporarily difficult, but otherwise giving you what you wanted was easy, and I enjoyed it because you were.”Angela lifted her breasts from my head.“Up you come,” she ordered. “Sit beside me.”I sat.“John,” Angela said, “We have two projects to work on together. Christmas at the old people’s home is the easy one. Monica, the twins and her sister Mary are the other project. That will be more difficult but we have friends who can help. In the short term that means you, me and Simon. Longer term, Lady Agnes and our wider group of friends. Agreed?”“Yes, Angela, but I’m afraid that Simon will have to end his involvement very soon. His priorities should be his wife and c***dren. I’m not sure that a recovering wife will be that sympathetic if she finds out he’s been helping Angela.”“You could be underestimating her. She must know what Simon is like.”“Perhaps, but if she’s in pain, or worried…?”“You might be right. She’ll have to know, sometime. Simon shouldn’t keep secrets from her, should he?”“No. But there are situations when revealing a secret too early might be awkward. It would be better if Simon could tell his wife when Monica’s problems have been solved and he can minimise the tale of his involvement. But I’m blathering longwinded nonsense. What I mean is – not now.”Angela hugged me.“I know what you mean. Simon ought to stop now. Or as soon as he can, before his help becomes an issue with his wife.”“The problem with that is Monica’s landlord. Simon’s early morning departures are keeping the landlord’s sexual demands away. If Simon stops…”“Then we need to move Monica and the twins. As soon as possible. Our best ally for that would be Lady Agnes. She might be at the home tomorrow morning. If I make an appointment with her, could you come too?”“Of course. But wouldn’t Lady Agnes want to see Monica too? Might that be awkward for her, as a magistrate?”“We don’t know until we have spoken to her. But tonight? I think we need to catch up on our sleep. I’m on duty tomorrow afternoon and evening.”My disappointment must have showed. Angela kissed me.“We’ll have plenty of time in the future for more than talking about Monica. But you and I haven’t had enough sleep in the last twenty-four hours. Sunday will be a day of rest, and work for me. Sex can wait – a little while…”She kissed me again and eventually our kisses and cuddles ended at her flat’s front door. Angela arranged to telephone me about ten o’clock tomorrow morning. She hoped that she would have made an appointment to see Lady Agnes by then.***Angela rang me Sunday morning exactly at ten o’clock. She couldn’t talk for long because she’s not supposed to make personal calls when working, but she said that she had explained ‘everything’ to Lady Agnes, and things were looking good. We had an appointment at six o’clock Monday evening in Lady Agnes’ office. Could I meet for coffee at five thirty?It would be a rush to get there from work, but I could just do it. I decided that I would see what else I could do for Monica. I looked around my flat. I opened my store cupboards. They were stuffed with food, more in some categories than I would use in a month. I sorted out a large cardboard box full. As I was sorting, David arrived.“John,” he said. “You weren’t at the pub last night, but the card school had a whip-round. We decided that the minimum we should give was the cost of a pint. Most gave more than that, and some got their parents to contribute as well.”“Thank you,” I said, “and them. How much did you raise?”“I didn’t believe it until I counted it this morning. We donated thirty-two pounds eight shillings and fourpence.”“So much! That will make a difference to Monica and the twins. Thank you David.”“You’ll take it to Monica? Today? We are concerned that she should stop worrying about money, at least. If necessary there’ll be more next Saturday.”“Monica needs a permanent solution, David. Angela is trying to see if Lady Smith, sorry, Lady Agnes, can help. She has far more clout with the authorities than any of us. Monica needs to leave that flat as soon as she can.”“We know. If we knew of anywhere she could go…”“But except for me in this rabbit hutch of a flat, you’re all living with your parents, aren’t you?”“At the moment. Most of us are aiming to be independent, like you John, within the year. Helping Monica might delay some of us by a couple of weeks because we won’t be able to save as much.”“Monica is a good cause, but I hope between all of us we can get a real solution soon. If Mary were free, and could take her twins back, Monica would be OK.”“But when, John?”“That might depend on Lady Agnes. There’s no one important in this town she doesn’t know. If she helps…”“That’s a big if.”“It isn’t. Angela has already told her all we know. We’re seeing her tomorrow evening.”“OK, mate. One more thing.” He handed me a carrier bag labelled with a chemist’s name. “This is from my sister. It was a duplicate birthday present, from the bloke who is now her ex-boyfriend. She doesn’t want it and can’t give it back.”“Thank her, from Monica, please.”“Will do. I’ll let myself out. Give our love,” David emphasised the word ‘love’, “to Monica. She has many friends who want to help.”“I think you should give her your ‘love’ in person, David. You love her, don’t you?”“Yes,” David whispered, “But I can’t tell her now. She needs to be her own person again before I can think of her as more than a friend. Now is the wrong time.”“You’re right. We’ll make that time come, sooner if we can. Hang in there.”“I will, John. If there’s anything more I can do for her, let me know.”“Yes, David, I will.”He left. I loaded the foodstuff and my vacuum cleaner into my Dad’s car that I had borrowed for the morning. It wasn’t far to Monica’s flat but too far to carry all that stuff.When I knocked on the door Monica looked better than she had done on Friday night or Saturday.“Oh. It’s you John. I thought it might be Simon, but it couldn’t be. He’s visiting his wife.”“I’ve brought you some things, mainly food items,” I said pointing at the car, “and my vacuum cleaner. Could you take the twins for a walk while I do some cleaning?”“Cleaning, John? Didn’t you do enough of that on Saturday?”“I only did the kitchen. I can’t turn this grot-hole into a palace, but I could make it slightly safer for crawling twins…”“They’re asleep. Not for long. Could you unload quietly?”“Of course.”It didn’t take long to unload the car. Monica looked at the pile of food as if Christmas had come early.“That lot is from me, spare food from my flat, Monica.” I stopped, embarrassed about how to give her the money. “I’m not sure how… It’s difficult…”Monica kissed me on the cheek.“Come on, John. We’re friends, aren’t we? That’s what we decided yesterday. You are Angela’s. What are you worried about?”“Friends. Your other friends. They have…”“My other friends?”“Monica!” I blurted. “You don’t know how many friends you have. I didn’t know. I don’t think you can have kissed ALL of them behind the bike sheds…”Monica giggled. That was the first time I had seen the Monica I remembered.“There were a few. Not a lot, but most of your card school kissed me.”“You must have made a real impression. They gave me this, to give to you, with their love.”I held out an envelope. Despite my care, the coins chinked.“Money? I can’t take money from you, John.”“It’s not from me. It’s from the other friends. David brought this for me to give to you…”“David? He’s sweet… But I can’t…”“Please, Monica? They want you to have it. They want you to stop worrying about money. You have enough on your plate without that. Please?”I was really pleading with her. I couldn’t take that money back.“Sit down, John. Do you know you’re bahis siteleri shaking?”“They want you to have it.”I sat down on a kitchen stool. Monica sat on another.“OK. I’ll take it. I don’t want to, but I have to think of the twins. How much…?”“Open it. Please?”Monica opened the envelope. She poured out the coins. At first she didn’t realise that there were banknotes as well. As the first one came out her face blanched. I had to jump up to stop her slumping off the stool in a faint as the full amount became visible.“I have that many friends?”“Yes, Monica. And more than that many. If you need more money, there will be more next week, and the week after, and after…”Monica cried on my shoulder. This time she was shaking. Finally she picked up the money, took the two pounds eight shillings and fourpence and put thirty pounds back in the envelope. She looked at me, still worried.“John,” she said, “please look after this for me. I daren’t leave it around in the flat. The landlord has a key and I know he’s been in when I’ve taken the twins out. I don’t want to walk around with that much money on me. I wouldn’t feel safe.”She sealed the envelope and pushed it into my hand.“Me? You trust me with it?”“Of course I do. Even if you weren’t my friend, John, you’re an accountant, aren’t you?”“Technically not yet. An accountant I mean. You know I’m your friend, one of many. But although I have taken my finals, and the results have been announced, I haven’t got my certificate yet.”“Exactly like an accountant, John,” Monica smiled. “So precise. You’ve passed your exams. With merit. Yet you won’t admit that you’re an accountant – yet!”“How did you know that much?”“David told me.”“David? When? I didn’t think he spoke to you yesterday.”“He didn’t. Not while you were here. He came back later that day bearing a food parcel, including coffee. Would you like a cup?”“If you can spare it.”“Silly John! What do David’s parents do?”“Of course. They run a chain of coffee shops.”“And David brought a catering size pack of coffee. I’ll make us some.”David’s catering tin of coffee was enormous. It was excellent. While we sipped our coffee we talked about more normal things. I found out that the twin boys were nine months old and a handful. While Mary might have been able to cope with them, it had been a steep learning curve for Monica. The hardest part had been maintaining a turnover of nappies. The bathroom had several buckets filled with whatever is used to clean nappies. I had no idea how much work that was.We did talk about money. Monica was up to date with the rent. She daren’t let that slip, but the money we and Simon had given her on Saturday had meant that she was able to feed the gas and electricity meters and buy some essentials. My food parcel, and David’s, would feed all three of them for a fortnight. With the change she already had, the two pounds eight shillings and fourpence would be a buffer until her next unemployment benefit payment. She wanted the thirty pounds to be her reserve for clothing the twins as they grew.I said that I hoped we would be able to help Monica before the twins needed new clothes. Even if they did, we could visit church jumble sales…Monica laughed outright. Her whole face brightened. This was the Monica I remembered, flashing through the tiredness and worry.“What’s so funny?” I asked.“The thought of the card school sorting through baby clothes at a jumble sale. They’d have to fight through the dedicated jumble-sale fanatics. The grannies would elbow them aside, dig them in the ribs with their umbrellas, tread on their toes…”“Perhaps we could send our grannies to do it for us,” I said.“That might work better, John. But I still like the picture of you lads trying to get the bargains. Not that I need clothes for the twins yet. When Mary thrust the twins’ buggy at me, all they had was the clothes they were wearing and a couple of spare nappies. I hired a taxi with the money I had in my purse and cleared everything necessary for the twins out of Mary’s flat while the taxi driver looked after them. I had money then. I was in work. But I can’t work and look after the twins.”“What work did you do, Monica?”“I’m a hairdresser. Don’t laugh. I know I got good exam results but I couldn’t afford to go to university. I had been training as a hairdresser during school holidays. That was easy because as a trainee I was cheap. I thought that I could work as a hairdresser even when at university. But I liked the work, found the City and Guilds easy, and qualified. I was earning real money, better than I might have done with a degree…”“And you could again, once Mary is sorted out.”“IF she is, John. It’s still doubtful what the court will decide. But eventually she can have the twins back, and I can work. I could get out of this grotty hole, away from this fucking landlord and perhaps even start my own hairdresser’s shop. But that’s a far away dream. Now I’m stuck…”“…with more friends than you thought you had all trying to help.”Monica’s face crumpled. I opened my arms and she cried quietly against my shoulder. I remembered the carrier bag from David’s sister.“There’s another item,” I said as she stopped crying, “from David’s sister Sophie. That carrier bag. I don’t know what it is, but Sophie said it was an unwanted duplicate present from a now ex-boyfriend…”“That must have been Jason. I tried to tell Sophie he was no good, but at the time she wouldn’t listen to any advice about him. I’m not surprised. Jason sounds and looks good. He doesn’t show his nasty side – at first.”Monica opened the carrier bag. Inside was a parcel covered in ‘Happy Birthday’ paper. She unwrapped it carefully.“I could re-use that,” she said. “It’s Mum’s birthday soon.”Inside was a large pink gift pack. It looked like a starter set of cosmetics and personal care items.“Wow!” Monica exclaimed. “That cost a lot. It was on offer months ago and sold out quickly. I had wanted one but couldn’t justify it because I had many of the items in it. I haven’t now. That bastard Tony smashed everything I had, because he thought they were Mary’s. They weren’t but I’d let Mary use mine after Tony had thrown all hers out. He thought she’d been spending his beer money on cosmetics.”“He’s an arsehole.” I said.“He is. I wish Mary had never…” Monica started to say, “…that doesn’t matter now. She needs protection from him, as do the twins. Please thank Sophie from me.”Monica lifted herself and kissed me on the forehead. “That’s for Sophie.”She kissed me again. “That’s for David.”“I think he would prefer to get that in person,” I protested.“Then he’ll have one, or two, or…”“You like David, don’t you?”“Yes, John. I like David. I like you, too, but Angela has claimed you. Anyway I don’t like you the same way I like David. You are a friend, a great friend, but there’s no spark between us, is there?”“No. Monica. I like you. If there was no one else, I’d like you as a partner for a dance, and evening or day out. I’d enjoy that, but it wouldn’t lead anywhere, would it?”“No, John. As a friend, you’re great. I’d like to keep you as a friend.”“David?”“He might be a different proposition, John.”“I shouldn’t tell you, but I know he would like to be more than a friend.”“Would he?” Monica looked wistful. “But not now, not while I’m in this mess. Our problems need solving first.”“He’ll wait for you.”Monica suddenly hugged me. “That’s for David. Tell him I wanted to hug him, please?”“I will.”One of the twins started to burble in his cot. The other one joined in seconds later. Monica got them up, checked and changed nappies, and prepared baby food. I helped feed one of the twins. I had forgotten what messy eaters small c***dren are. The twin, the high chair, the floor and I, were splattered with food. Monica laughed at my efforts to keep the food going into the mouth.But the twins were enjoying having individual attention instead of sharing Monica.“Well done, John,” Monica said as we started to clean the twins and their surroundings. “For a beginner that was a great start.”“Thank you. You looked like an expert.”“I’m not. I have had to learn, fast. But the twins seem to be satisfied with my efforts.”She had one twin on each shoulder. One burped, both of them giggled. That wasan attractive sound.“How about that walk, John?”“I was going to do the cleaning while you were out.”“Can you leave the vacuum cleaner? For a couple of days? I’d like to do some of my own cleaning. You showed me how much I’d let slip.”“We didn’t mean to. We just wanted to help.”“And you and our friends have. The biggest help is that I know I’m not facing this alone. I was tired, depressed, lacking any motivation and I couldn’t see beyond the next nappy. The cleaning, the food, the coffee, the money… I appreciate them. I’m grateful. But the love? That’s amazing and means so much…”Monica looked as if she was going to cry again. I kissed her on the forehead. One of the twins grabbed my hair. I couldn’t pull away.Monica turned her head and kissed me on the lips. I hadn’t expected that.“I wish we meant more to each other, John,” she said before kissing me again, “but we don’t. If David…”“If I were David, I’d kiss you back.” I interrupted. “But I’m not. Even if David were here, I doubt he would. He is very shy with women. You would need to be gentle with him, nearly as gentle as you are with the twins.”“Is David worth being gentle with?”“That’s for you to say. I like David. I think he will make someone a great husband, sometime, but his wife would have to be the strong one in the partnership, to support him, push him to be more assertive, but most of all to be there at his side, loving him.”“And you think I could?”“You know you could. You are your own woman, strong enough to be whatever you want, certainly strong enough for David.”Monica kissed me again, harder.“I’m no angel, John. I’m flattered that you think so much of me, but I have flaws…”“I’m not flattering you. David doesn’t need an angel. He needs someone who can see things as they are and deal with them. Someone who has the worldly-wise experience to compensate for his innocence.”“And you don’t need that?”“Me!” I laughed. “No. I can stand up for myself, and do.”“And Angela? What can she do for you?”“Stand by my side fighting the world together and enjoying it.”“I can see myself getting jealous of Angela.”“Why? You don’t need someone like me. You need someone to love, protect, support, someone who will love you without reservation. You and I would be constantly fighting to prove which was the boss.”The twin let go of my hair. That was a relief. I had been so close to Monica’s lips and so tempted…We carried the twins and their pushchair downstairs. In the weak winter sunshine we walked to the park, past the bench where Simon had shared his fish and chips with Monica, and on to the lake. I produced a few slices of old bread out of my coat pocket and fed the greedy ducks. The twins appreciated the flapping, splashing, scurrying birds.After an hour we went back to Monica’s flat. I had to return Dad’s car. Once the twins and pushchair were back upstairs and the twins were playing on the still clean kitchen floor I turned to leave.Monica grabbed me, turned me round and kissed me again and again. I couldn’t help responding even as I felt guilty. I should be kissing Angela, not Monica.“Don’t worry, John,” Monica said as we stopped. “Those kisses are an expression of my thanks to everyone, and the ones for you are for reminding me that I’m loved. By David.” She grinned wickedly.“But I think you love me too. I’m more than just a ‘friend’, aren’t I?”“You’ll always be a friend, Monica, but yes, I love you,” I admitted. The rest of my sentence was stopped by another kiss, a gentle one.“But you love Angela more,” Monica said.“I love Angela in a different way,” I explained heavily. “I want to make love to her, live with her, grow with her. I love Monica enough to wish her well, to hope that she finds someone of her own, someone better than me…”“And that’s David?”“You know whether he is or not. It’s your choice.”“And you won’t be just a little bit jealous?”I hugged Monica.“Of course I’ll be jealous. But if Monica is happy, the jealousy will pass. I’ll always be there if you need me, even if I’m a married man.”“What would Angela say?” Monica was mocking me.“She’d be helping you too, and watching that you didn’t get your claws into her man.”“Good for her. I won’t – I’ll keep my claws sheathed and love you as a friend.”She gave me a last kiss and pushed me out of the door.I climbed into Dad’s car and drove slowly away. Monica had shaken me. I did love her but hadn’t admitted it until today. What I felt for Angela was totally different. That was fierce, passionate and demanding. My love for Monica was gentler, kinder, warm but not that for a potential partner. I could never forget Monica but I would have to be very careful to keep thinking of her as a friend.For the rest of that Sunday and all day at work on Monday I was feeling guilty. Until Angela and Monica I hadn’t kissed, nor been kissed, by a woman for what? It had been at least three months ago when I had taken David’s sister Sophie to a play. She had bought the tickets when she had been with Jason, didn’t want to go on her own, so asked me to take her.I had. At the end of the evening after I dropped her at their house, Sophie had kissed me goodnight. That had been a brief brush on my lips, a thank you.But on Saturday I had been kissed and more by Angela. Monica had kissed me more than she should have, more than I should have accepted. I was feeling that I had betrayed Angela and our new relationship.That Monday, as I walked in to Angela’s cubbyhole, too small to be called an office, I was still worried. Angela’s enthusiastic welcome blew all that away.“Monica rang me,” Angela said. “She asked me to forgive her, for kissing you.”Any response I might have made was stopped by her lips.“She’s forgiven.” Angela said. “So are you. You can kiss Monica any time SHE wants you to. But not when you want to. Save them for me.”I might have protested. I was too busy kissing and being kissed. Even through the kissing I noticed that Angela was wearing her full nurse uniform dress instead of the uniform trousers and top she normally wore at work. I wondered why. She wasn’t on duty tonight, and if she was the dress wasn’t practical for what she had to do. Was it for Lady Agnes? The kissing distracted me. I forgot to ask. “I think Lady Agnes is Monica’s best hope…” Angela said after we had stopped kissing and cuddling each other and had sat down for the coffee.“Why?”“I did say I had explained ‘everything’ to her, didn’t I, John?”“Yes, but what does ‘everything’ include?” I asked.“Monica, Simon, Mary and her twins, Tony her bastard husband, the fucking landlord,” Angela paused, “and you and me.”“That sounds like almost everything – except the card school.”“I mentioned them as well, and the help they and particularly David had given and were giving.”“Oh. So I won’t need to say much to Lady Agnes?”“She’ll probably ask a couple of questions but she was going to make some enquiries, as she called them, today, to find out exactly what Mary’s legal status is, and Tony’s…”“That sounds promising. Monica and Simon were vague about why Mary was in Holloway.”“I don’t think she is. Lady Agnes hinted that something was going on that Tony doesn’t know about. But we’ll find out soon. Until then…”Angela put down her coffee, climbed on my lap and we kissed and cuddled. Our coffee was left to cool.A few minutes before six o’clock Angela climbed off me, tidied her hair in the tiny mirror and took my hand as we walked through the Old People’s Home to Lady Agnes’ office. Angela knocked on the door and we went in.Lady Agnes didn’t look any older than she had when visiting my school years ago. She seemed timeless. She asked us to sit down. We did.“I have found out a lot since you, Angela, called me yesterday morning. And I have arranged a couple of things with the authorities. For the next few minutes I want you two to listen to me. Then ask questions. OK?”Lady Agnes is the sort of person who tells others what to do – forcefully if required. We nodded. She consulted a legal pad covered in her scrawling writing.“Right. First things first. Let’s get some facts straight. One. Mary isn’t in Holloway. She never was. That story was just for Tony so that he wouldn’t try to find her. Mary is in a hostel – by court order for contempt of court because she wouldn’t tell the Magistrates where her twins were. Two. Now that I know that the twins are with Monica, and being looked after by a close relation, I have arranged for the c***d care order to be revoked. If it hadn’t been, the twins would have been taken into foster care as soon as Social Services found them, despite Monica’s protests. They were considered to be at risk…”I was about to interrupt by Lady Agnes held up her hand. I shut up.“…from their father Tony. Three. Tony has been issued with an injunction forbidding him from contacting or approaching Mary, the twins, or any members of Mary’s family. That includes Monica.Four. Because I am a Magistrate, even if I wasn’t on the bench when Mary was brought before them, and I now know where the twins are, Mary is no longer in contempt of court. Technically she should be, because SHE didn’t say where they were, but we bent that rule a bit.Five. Mary has agreed to give evidence against Tony for attacking her. The prosecution are arranging for Tony to be arrested within the next couple of days.Six. The case against Mary for stabbing Tony has been dropped. Tony’s testimony, Mary’s, and the physical evidence has been considered in a review. The prosecution has decided that she has no case to answer because she was acting in self-defence against a real threat to her life and the twins.Seven. Monica’s landlord is well known both to the Police and Social Services. Until now they have been unable to get enough evidence to prosecute him. IF Monica were to complain, that might tip the balance in favour of prosecution but I don’t think she should complain. What she needs is to get out – now.”This time Angela wanted to interrupt. Lady Agnes stopped her.“I’ve only reached point seven. There are more. Just listen – please. Eight. Obviously Monica, Mary and the twins need somewhere safe to stay, that they can afford. It would be best if it was a place that Tony couldn’t get into if he is on bail. I don’t trust him to respect a restraining order. There is such a place – here.”“Here?” Angela couldn’t stop herself.“Yes. Here. I have had a word with the other trustees of the Home. You know that we have a couple of cottages in the grounds that were the original Almshouses. They aren’t suitable for our old people now because they are on two storeys with a steep, narrow staircase. We can’t normally rent them out because the only access is through the Home, which has locked doors. But we could use them for people who are known to us – for a short time, say a year or so. The rent would be affordable…”Lady Agnes laughed.“The terms of the Almshouses’ charity prevent us from charging a commercial rent. We can only let them to local people ‘in distress’. Who decides who is ‘in distress’? The Honorary Warden. Who is the Honorary Warden? I am. I have set the rent for Mary and the twins in the larger cottage at the maximum allowed by the charity. I don’t think they considered inflation in the 18th Century. It is sixpence a week. Monica can have the other smaller cottage. She would pay threepence a week. Do you think they will accept?”“I’m sure they will, Lady Agnes,” I said. “You seem to have a solution to all their problems, except Mary and Monica’s mother.”“Yes. Someone lied to Simon about their mother. I don’t know, and don’t really care whether it was Monica, or whether Mary lied to Monica. The truth about Mary’s mother is the catalyst for the prosecution ending Mary’s ordeal by law and building a case against Tony. Their mother was in hospital, badly beaten by Tony. Mary stabbed Tony to stop the v******e. The mother has given a statement to the Police, now that she is able to. She was so badly punched in the face that she couldn’t speak for a week.”“So it’s possibly all’s well that ends well?” I suggested.“IF Monica and Mary accept the charity’s offer, then perhaps,” Lady Agnes said. “But there’s more yet. I haven’t talked about Simon, or you two love-birds.”She looked pointedly at our hands, linked together.“Us?” Angela asked quietly.“Yes. You two. I understand, John, that Angela has persuaded you to help with the Christmas decorations and act as Father Christmas for our c***dren’s party?”“Yes, Lady Agnes.”“I won’t ask HOW Angela persuaded you. But I want something else from you.”I looked at her. What could she mean?“I’ve only covered point eight on my list. You are later. Point nine. I contacted the Ministry of Defence (Navy). Mary and Monica’s father will be coming home on compassionate leave. He should be here by Wednesday.Ten. I might have to justify letting the cottages to the rest of the Trustees. I had an idea. Monica is a trained and qualified hairdresser, isn’t she?”“Yes,” I said.“That probably settles ten. And you have just qualified as an accountant, John?”“Nearly, but…”“You’re qualified. Listen to eleven. Do you know that your office will be moving to London shortly?”“I have heard some rumours, Lady Agnes, but the staff haven’t been told – officially. I’ve been too busy taking examinations to worry about what might happen.”“The office IS moving. All the staff will either be retiring, or already have been snapped up by other firms, or are moving to London – except you, John. The owner hasn’t been able to find anyone with a vacancy for a newly qualified accountant. That’s why I know. He asked me for help – for you.”“That’s good of him,” I couldn’t help myself from saying, even though what Lady Agnes had told me was a real worry. I would be redundant – shortly.“There is a vacancy, or will be. Here. Our accountant is retiring. His wife is a hairdresser who does the residents hair. So there are two vacancies – for an accountant and for a hairdresser. The trustees have agreed to offer the posts to you and Monica.”“But we haven’t applied!” I protested.“Yes you have. I had a copy of your CV from the accountancy firm’s owner. He had updated it with your new qualification. As for Monica? We asked for recommendations from her customers and were swamped with them. The Trustees met this afternoon, and subject to the agreement of you two, you will start next Monday, shadowing the current job-holders. All you have to do is say ‘Yes’.”Angela’s hand squeezed mine.“Yes, Lady Agnes, thank you.” I said, thinking that my problem had been solved before I really knew I had one.“Good.”Lady Agnes lifted her notepad, extracted a couple of typed sheets, signed them and passed them to me. They were two copies of a contract of employment for me. I gasped as I saw the salary. It was more than double my current pay.“The salary is set for a newly qualified accountant,” Lady Agnes said quietly. “It will rise by annual increments listed on page two…”I looked at page two. The contract shook as I realised what I was being offered.“Do you want to think about bahis şirketleri it, John?”I looked at her.“No, Lady Agnes. This is very generous. I will do my best for the Home and the Trustees.”“I’m sure you will, John. Just sign a copy and give it to me.”She pushed a pen towards me. As I signed my signature was less clear than normal because the pen was shaking. I handed the copy to her.“Thank you, John. You are now one of the team, along with Angela and possibly Monica. When Mary and Monica’s affairs are settled… But we still have to do that. On to number twelve. We want Mary, Monica and the twins to move in as soon as possible. You can drive, can’t you, John?”“Yes.”“Now you are an employee you are covered by our insurance. You can borrow the Home’s van to move Mary and Monica – tomorrow.”“Tomorrow? But I should be at work, with my current employers, tomorrow…”“You didn’t read all your contract. You started with us five minutes ago. You are on termination leave from your present employers from now to the end of your official notice period. You can go there any time you want to pick up your belongings. Your former boss will be delighted because he will have sorted out a future for all his staff. I’ll tell him tomorrow morning why you won’t be in.”“You seem to have sorted out everything, Lady Agnes. Thank you.” I said.“Not everything. Oh, while I remember. While you are under notice from your previous post, John, you’ll still be paid by them – and by us. You might need to advise the taxman.”My brain was whirling. I had a new job, better pay and if I made a good start, wonderful prospects. I could get a mortgage, buy a house, get married…“John, as one of our staff, could you take this job offer to Monica?”“Of course, Lady Agnes.”I accepted a sealed envelope she pushed at me.“Thirteen. This one’s for you, Angela. Like John, you’ve just taken your finals, haven’t you?”“Yes, Lady Agnes, but the results aren’t out yet.”“They’re in the post. You’ve passed. With distinction. You know what that means?”“No. I’m delighted to have passed, of course. I knew I would – sometime.”“That sometime is now, Angela. You are, or will be tomorrow morning, a fully qualified nurse. That solves another problem for the Trustees.”Angela looked blank. I squeezed her hand.“We need a fully qualified nurse to cover the day, or we will need one in two months time. Julia who does it at present, wants to change to nights for family reasons. If you’ll swap with her, you would be in sole charge during weekdays, looking after the part-qualified nurses and care assistants, just as you do now, but for more money. Interested?”“Yes, Lady Agnes.”“I thought you might be. You will have to work with that young man beside you. That cause any problems?”Angela looked at me and a smile spread across her face.“No, Lady Agnes.”“Great. Now for f******n. The card school.”“The card school?” I blurted.“Yes. You need somewhere to play on Friday nights, don’t you? And your parents are getting slightly irritated at the invasions?”I nodded.“Then number f******n is the solution. IF the members of the card school are willing to spend some time playing cards with our residents, they can meet in the board room here. For some obscure reason the Trustees equipped it with a bar, with draught beer…”“That sounds ideal, Lady Agnes,” I replied, “but won’t it disturb the residents?”“No. The board room is beyond the offices and has its own entrance, separate toilets and even its own car park. If I give a key to our newest employee – you, John, you could let the card school in and out every Friday night.”“Thank you, Lady Agnes. I’ll consult them. I’m sure they would welcome a quiet, beer-equipped venue.”“Don’t forget the condition – cards with the residents sometimes.”“I won’t.”“Then I think that’s the end of my list. We have actions to do. You two need to see if Monica will accept the offer of accommodation and a job. I’ll speak to Mary myself. I can get into the hostel. You can’t. You, John, should come here tomorrow after you two have got Monica’s decision. If she’s willing to move I suggest you move her tomorrow. The landlord might object, or try to charge extra rent if we give him a chance. If Monica needs to pay him off, I’ll go to see him myself and put the fear of God into him.”“I have one question, Lady Agnes.” I said.“Yes, John?”“Are the cottages ready to be occupied? Do they need cleaning?”“Yes they’re ready. No they don’t need cleaning. I asked the cleaners to do a special clean this morning. They didn’t need much because they were cleaned after the builders left.”“The builders?” Angela queried. “I knew some contractors were going in and out a few months ago but not what they were doing.”“The Trustees had decided that the cottages needed modernising. They have been rewired, replumbed, had new double-glazed windows installed, new kitchens, new bathrooms, and repainted inside and out. All that came out of the charity fund specifically for the Almshouses they were. I didn’t agree because at the time I couldn’t see a use for the cottages without stair lifts at least. I was outvoted. But Monica, Mary and the twins shouldn’t need stair lifts.Any more questions? No? Then off you go. Remember what you have to do tomorrow.”“Thank you, Lady Agnes,” I said.“Lady Agnes,” Angela said, “I knew you could do things we couldn’t do, but I never expected a solution to so many problems in such a short time. You are brilliant!”“Nonsense! I enjoy sorting people out. Don’t forget that the Home, the Trustees, and John’s former employer benefit as well as you two, Mary, Monica and the twins. It should be good for all of us – except that shit Tony. I’ll have to excuse myself if he comes before the bench again. If he does it will just be to be remanded for trial at the Crown Court. I can slip out for the few seconds that will take. I’d like to give that young man the rough side of my tongue but I have to be impartial. Off you go, and enjoy yourselves.”All three of us stood up, but Angela rushed around the desk, dragging me by the hand. She hugged Lady Agnes. So did I.When we left we went straight back to Angela’s staff flat. As she opened the door I could smell cooking.“It’s a casserole,” Angela explained. “It will be ready in an hour, or two, or whenever we’re ready for it. Until then, I’m going to play at being a nurse. You’re the patient. Come on!”Angela dragged me into her bedroom.“Strip to your boxers and lie on the bed,” she ordered.It took a long time for me to comply because Angela was helping. Her hands were wandering everywhere and I was frequently stopped by kisses. Eventually I was lying on the bed.“Time for your restraint,” she said, grinning.She tied my wrists to the bed head with pantyhose. She unpinned and removed her starched white apron, replacing her silver-buckled belt. She climbed on to the bed with me, straddled me, and slowly lowered herself, hitching up the skirt of her uniform dress. I pretended to struggle as she moved up my body until her raised skirt was at my chin. She dropped the hem over my mouth and held it in place.“Shh!” she ordered.She lifted the hem again so that I could see she was bare underneath. Her pussy lowered itself over my face. I extended my tongue and slid it between her lower lips. Angela sighed in satisfaction as I began to arouse her. Her uniform dress was much less dark than it had been under her heavy skirt. I could see what I was doing. I could breathe easier than I had done on Saturday night. Even as I tongued her I could sense that she was undoing buttons above her waist. Her belt was thrown aside and a hand reached down from above.She guided my head with one hand inside her dress and one outside. I concentrated on pleasing her, doing exactly what she wanted, where she wanted it. Slowly her movements became more intense, her hands pressing harder, more insistent.“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Angela shouted above me as the first orgasm hit her. I kept licking as her body writhed above me. Again she wriggled through another orgasm and a third.She slumped slightly and then began to turn around. I had to hurriedly reposition my mouth to keep in the right place. She pushed my boxers down and her hands gently cradled my stiff erection. I shuddered as her warm mouth closed around it. We were in a great sixty-nine position and I had lost any sense that I was trying to please her. We were pleasing each other, lost in each other’s bodies. Her breasts slid over my naked chest as she moved up and down, pushing her pussy hard into my face, lifting, before thrusting again.I had lost count of time, of anything except Angela’s lips around me erection and pushing onto my tongue. She shuddered again and as she did I came into her mouth. She slumped on top of me. I had to move my head slightly to avoid being suffocated under her.She lifted herself, pulled my boxer shorts up again, and eased herself off me. She stood beside the bed, looking at me. I’m sure I must have had an inane grin on my face. She wiped it with the hem of her dress.“Stay there, John, while I check the meal,” she said. “Not that you have an option, do you?”My wrists were firmly held. Our struggles had tightened the knots in her pantyhose bonds. Once Angela had left I pulled gently on one of the restraints. I was tied securely to Angela’s bed and would have to stay there until she decided to release me.She came back carrying two glasses of red wine. She held one to my lips and let me sip before putting them both down beside the bed.“Well, John, can you imagine doing this with Monica?”I shook my head.“No. I don’t think of her this way.”“I didn’t think you did. What would you like to do now?”“Tie you up like this…”“Not now, John. Maybe another time. Our meal is ready but you’re not.”Angela took a craft knife out of her skirt pocket and sliced through the pantyhose bonds. I rubbed my wrists where they had been marked.“Get dressed. See you in the kitchen.” Angela left. It took me longer to dress than I expected. My hands were still numb and I had pins and needles as the circulation returned. Nylon pantyhose bonds can restrict blood flow. I wouldn’t want to have been restrained with them for much longer.In the kitchen Angela was putting her white apron back on. She twirled around, splaying her skirt.“You like me in uniform, don’t you?”“Yes,” I said. “You were dressed like that when I first asked you out. But that’s your full dress uniform, not what you wear at the Home. Those clothes aren’t so sexy.”Angela smoothed down her apron.“No. This isn’t practical for every day. And I won’t ever wear this again, except for you.”“Never?” I must have sounded disappointed.“Never! I’m a fully qualified nurse according to Lady Agnes. The next time I wear the formal uniform it will be a different colour. We can keep this for playing around.”“That sounds like a good idea. But I still want revenge for being tied up.”“That’ll have to wait. Dinner is ready.”While we ate we discussed what Lady Agnes had arranged. We were still coming to terms with the enormity of what she had achieved in a couple of days. No wonder organisations wanted her to be involved. A couple of hours of her attention made more things happen than most people could do in a month.I didn’t get the opportunity to tie Angela up. I didn’t get home either, until early next morning. I woke up naked with a bare Angela resting her head on my shoulder. We were too exhausted after an energetic night for more than a kiss and cuddle before I rushed back to my flat for a shower and a change.I was back to collect Angela at nine o’clock. We walked hand in hand to see Monica. She opened the door to see us standing hand in hand.She hugged and kissed us both. She seemed very happy to see us.“I see that Angela has forgiven you,” she said, looking at our joined hands.“I’ve forgiven him,” Angela said. “Should I forgive you, Monica? He’s mine.”“I know he is. You should be proud of him. He could have kissed me more. He resisted the temptation. I had to kiss him.”“And I’ve told him that you can kiss him whenever you want to. But he can only kiss you when YOU want him to.”“You trust him that much, Angela?” Monica was startled.“I trust him, and you.”“Thank you. I’ll try to deserve your trust, but he is kissable…”Angela and Monica demonstrated that.“Where are the twins?” I managed to ask when I could breathe.“Mary collected them half an hour ago,” was Monica’s surprising answer. She told me everything that Lady Agnes had arranged. The hostel is moving her belongings now. They’re coming back here,” She looked at her watch, “in half an hour, to collect all the twins’ stuff.”“So we don’t need to tell you anything?” Angela asked.“I’m not sure about that,” Monica replied. “Mary was so full of the details about her, the twins and me, that she didn’t say much about anything else. Come in and have some of David’s coffee.”Mary had left a lot out. We told Monica about Tony, that we knew that her mother had been injured, the arrangements Lady Agnes had made for our employment, and even the card school.“Did Mary say anything about what Lady Agnes was offering you?” I asked cautiously.“Except for the small cottage next to Mary, no. Was there anything else?”“She wants you,” Angela said.“She wants me? For what?”“To be the Home’s hairdresser. She’s offering you a job.” Angela added.Monica slumped. She looked shocked.“A job. On site? As a hairdresser?”“Yes,” Angela and I said as one.I reached into my jacket pocket.“Here is the official job offer,” I said. “I don’t know the terms. Lady Agnes gave me this sealed envelope.”Monica nearly dropped it. She looked at the typed name.“It’s for me,” she said wonderingly.“Open it!” Angela ordered.Monica opened it as if it would bite. She slid the two pieces of paper out gingerly, spread it out and looked. Her face paled. Her hand shook. She pushed it at me.“Read it, John, please. I can’t believe it. It can’t be true. I’m sure it can’t…”I looked. It was a formal job offer to Monica to be the resident, the word resident underlined, hairdresser to the Trustees of the Home, with accommodation provided at a cost of threepence a week to include all rent, rates and service charges. The salary, to be paid monthly in advance, was more than I had been earning in yesterday’s job, but less than I was earning in today’s.“It’s true, Monica. All you have to do is sign to accept the offer,” I said, reaching for a pen.She laid the papers on the table, took my pen, looked at us with tears streaming down her cheeks, and signed both copies. I took back my pen and one of the copies and slid them back in my pocket.“Welcome to the family, Monica,” Angela said. “You’re one of us now. All you have to do is move out of here. John will get the Home’s van while we start packing.”“Packing? There isn’t much. Apart from the twins’ stuff which is going, there’s the food parcels and a couple of changes of clothes and bedding. This dump was called ‘furnished’.”“Go get that van, John,” Angela ordered. “we’ll be ready as soon as you are back.”“He’s not going without a kiss,” Monica protested.“He can,” Angela said. “we can give him as many kisses as he deserves when you’re in your new home. Go, John, go!”I went. The flat door was still open as I started down the stairs. I heard Monica’s voice.“How can you order John around like that?”I stopped to hear Angela’s reply.“Because he loves me – unconditionally. I can tell him to do things and he will. He could order me around too. I would do what he wants because I love him just as much. He knows and I know that there will be a reward for doing what we want and that we won’t tell each other to do anything unreasonable.”“That’s amazing, Angela. I wish someone loved me that much.”“You’ll find someone, Monica. In the meantime, you too could tell John what to do. He’ll do it. Because he loves you and because he has my permission…”At that point the door closed. I went down the rest of the stairs with a warm glow in my heart. It was great to be loved like that.At the Home I met Julie, the manager. She welcomed me as a new employee but got straight to the point.“Which van do you want, John? There’s the large box van, or the small car-sized one.”“The small one, please Julie. Monica hasn’t got much to move and I’ve never driven anything large. I’d rather make two trips, if I have to, with a small van. Is that OK?”“Of course.”She lifted a set of keys from a rack and passed them to me.“It’s parked in the road outside.”She told me the registration number. I didn’t really need that. There were only two vehicles parked in the road, the large van and the small one. I got in and pushed the seat right back. Whoever had been driving before me had short legs. I checked the fuel gauge which showed nearly full and set off.When I turned into the road by Monica’s flat I suppose I had been away for quarter of an hour. As I turned off the engine and got out I heard shouting. There was a male voice and Angela’s.I ran towards the flat and up the stairs, hearing loud thuds and several more voices shouting as I came. I recognised Monica’s voice. She was shouting at Tony. As I turned the corner at the top of the stairs I saw Tony. He was punching Monica’s landlord who was between Tony and the shattered flat door.For an overweight man in his fifties the landlord was doing a creditable job of keeping Tony away from the door. But as I arrived at the top of the stairs Tony hit him hard over the heart and the landlord’s face went grey. He slumped sideways as I grabbed Tony by a shoulder and swung him round. I was still one step below the landing.“You!” Tony shouted. “What have you got to do with this? It’s a family matter!”He was obviously drunk. His first punch went wide as I dodged it. My return was weak, glancing off his body. His second punch caught me on the left arm. That annoyed me. He shouldn’t have been able to make contact. I hit him hard in the centre of his chest. He didn’t seem to feel it. I hit again, lower down. That brought his head within reach. Without thinking I reacted. My straight right hit his nose with a satisfying crunch. I had broken it.Tony’s hands flew up to his face. I pushed him backwards and stepped on to the landing. He rushed at me. I grabbed the railing and swivelled. His rush carried him on to the stairs. My foot helped him on the way down. He managed to stop himself half way down and turned to climb back up.He reached into a pocket and produced a butterfly knife, flicking it open.“Right, you bastard! You’re for it now!” He shouted.I could hear women screeching behind me. I didn’t need them to tell me that Tony had a knife. He obviously didn’t know much about knife fighting. He was holding it above his head, point downwards, as if he was going to stab Colonel Mustard in the Library.I blocked his downward stroke with my left arm, sweeping his arm aside. My right hand was gripping the railing, giving me leverage for a perfectly executed kick to Tony’s balls.The knife clattered down the outside of the staircase as I brought my foot back and lifted my knee into his shattered nose. He fell backwards down the stairs, staggered upright but straight into David, who grabbed Tony and swung him to mash his shattered nose against the wall. I ran down stairs. David and I stood over Tony as he moaned on the ground.I heard a stampede of women’s feet down the stairs. Angela flung her arms around me.“Are you OK?” she yelled at me.Monica was hugging and kissing David. She stopped for a second to swing a foot into Tony’s body. It was more of a gesture than a real blow.In the distance I could hear approaching Police sirens. I kissed Monica and assured her I was uncut and whole. I might have a small bruise on my left arm, but I had repaid Tony in full.The landlord came slowly down the stairs followed by Lady Agnes. What was she doing here?The Police arrested Tony for assault, criminal damage and possession of an offensive weapon. We sat in the flat as we gave statements. The Police were shocked that Tony had actually swung a punch at Lady Agnes who had avoided it.How had Tony found out where Monica was? Apparently one of his low-life mates had overheard Sophie, David’s sister, in a supermarket queue talking about Monica and the twins. She had shut up as soon as she realised someone was paying too much attention and had rung David at work to admit her indiscretion. David had tried ringing me at my old office, couldn’t contact me, so had rushed round to Monica’s flat. If Tony had been half an hour later he would have missed finding Monica. David’s concern was well-rewarded. As soon as the Police had gone, Monica, ignoring the rest of us, jumped on David’s lap and kissed him breathless. In the next few weeks she sank her claws hard into David. He didn’t know what had hit him as he went around with a great smile on his face. Monica had claimed him.The consequences of Tony’s actions were satisfactory for all of us. When he came to trial, Lady Agnes in the witness box was devastating for Tony’s defence. A domestic argument was one thing. Assaulting such a prominent member of the community, a magistrate no less, was heinous. He was sent to jail for five years with a recommendation that he should be carefully assessed for possible danger to the public if considered for early release.The landlord gave evidence as well. Tony was required to pay compensation for the damage to the flat’s door. He went to prison with an empty bank account. Lady Agnes had a quiet word with the landlord after the trial, warning him that his actions were a matter of concern. Action would be taken unless he treated his tenants better.Lady Agnes was pleased that she had sorted us youngsters out so satisfactorily and moved on to other community problems.Mary and Monica’s father arrived, collected his wife from hospital, and was really delighted with his grandsons. The Ministry of Defence (Navy) appointed him to a shore-based post in London that he could commute to and from so he was able to enjoy being a grandfather at weekends.One thing none of us except Mary and her family had known. Tony wasn’t the father of the twins. Mary’s former boyfriend Alex was. Mary had returned to him ‘for an old times’ sake’ one night stand when Tony was being really obnoxious. She hadn’t told Alex that she was married. When Mary divorced Tony, she contacted Alex. He was delighted to meet her again, slightly stunned to be told he was a father of twins, but he was very willing to marry Mary and be the father of a family.Christmas at the Old People’s Home? As a new employee I was delighted to help Angela with the decorations, to be Father Christmas, including for Mary’s twins, and to spend many delightful evenings in Angela’s staff flat. The Christmas Party included the younger guests Monica and David, Mary, Alex and their twins, and Angela and me. Lady Agnes toasted each couple and hoped to hear wedding bells before next Christmas.She did. She was a guest of honour at my wedding to Angela, at Monica and David’s and at Mary and Alex’s. The card school at the Home wasn’t continued long. Although the card school members often played cards with some of the residents, they lost too often to people with forty or fifty years more card-playing experience. The main reason for the card school’s end was that so many of us were newly married men, and the delights of the marital bed were greater than playing cards.Angela and I devised much more exciting games for each other than three-card brag.The End

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First time watching Mum being usedThis is the 3rd chapter about Mum being used as a slut that follows on from the previous story where I had bought some sexy nylons and underwear as a surprise for Mum.So after we had finished dinner on Saturday Mum said ‘so show me son what you have bought today.’  I fetched the carrier bag from the hallway and passed it to Mum.  ‘There you go’ I said ‘I’ve bought you some presents’.  ‘Oh son, that’s very kind of you, that’s lovely’ before she had looked in the bag. The expression on her face changed when she reached inside and pulled out the suspender belt, seamed stockings and suspender tights.  ‘What are these for?’ she asked with a confused and slightly angry tone in her voice ‘I hope these aren’t for what I think you’ve been talking about?  ‘Yes they are Mum’ I replied and I want to you to try them on now so we can have a dress rehearsal for next weekend when we are away at the wedding.  Put the stockings and suspender belt on with your black strappy heels and the green dress.  And don’t bother with any bra or panties’.’I don’t believe this is still happening and we’re still talking about this Son’ she replied ‘I’m not even going to bother arguing with you because you’ll end up making me wear the anyway, but I’ve still not said I’m going ahead with your idea yet’.  At which point she took the items and went upstairs to change.After about 10 minutes, Mum had still not come downstairs so shouted ‘Is everything ok Mum?’  ‘I’m struggling to get in this dress’ she replied ‘I told you I had gained weight’.  ‘Come down anyway’ I replied ‘I’ll help you’.A few moments later Mum appeared in the living room.  She looked fabulous just as I had planned, her thick nylon covered thighs and fat arse really stretching her green dress that she need me to zip up the back for her as it did look a size too small.  Her strappy heels really finished off the slutty look.  ‘I can’t believe you’re making me dress like this’ she said ‘my dress is too small, too short, the suspender belt shows through the dress fabric for all to see and they’ll tell I’m not knickers or a bra…look how my nipples are sticking out’.  ‘Its perfect Mum’ I said as I zipped up her dress then I passed her the ankle chain I had bought her.  I told her to put it on her right ankle.  ‘What for’ she asked ‘its a sign Mum’ I replied ‘to men telling them that you’re a cock hungry slut that wants to be used.’  ‘So is that how you see your Mum, Son?’ she asked.  ‘Definitely, now bend over to put on the anklet so I can see how much thigh and arse you will flash then sit down cross-legged so I can check that too’.  Mum promptly obeyed and looked so sexy sat on the sofa trying to pull down the hem of her dress to try not to show too much nylon covered thigh.Then there was a knock at the door.  ‘I can’t answer the door dressed like this’ panicked Mum ‘you’ll have to go’. So I answered the door and found it was our neighbour Bob who Mum had accidently given a show to a few days ago when se answered the door in just her thin night dress.  Bob had come round asking to borrow Mum’s iron as his had just broken so, even though Mum didn’t want anyone to see her dressed like a slut.  ‘Mum, Bob’s come round to borrow your iron is that OK’ I asked as I walked in the lounge with Bob close behind me.  Mum looked shocked and angry as Bob saw her and Bob looked delighted.  ‘Wow Doreen’ he said as he looked Mum up and down clearly undressing her with his eyes ‘you look fabulous’.  I could clearly see a bulge starting to form in his tracksuit bottoms which he tried to hide with his hand.  ‘Mum’s just trying her outfit for next weekend when we go away.  What do you think Bob?’  Mum just shook her head, was red in the face and tried to explain ‘I’m not wearing these I don’t think Bob, they don’t fit me properly’.  ‘I think you should’ insisted Bob.  At that point I had canlı bahis a flash of inspiration.  ‘Bob could you do me a favour’ I asked.  ‘Of course’ he replied ‘what is it’  ‘Well’ I began ‘I’m going out early tomorrow morning when some friends collect me and I’ll be out all morning.  Mum wants some help getting some boxes out of the loft but I won’t be here to hold the loft ladder.  Could you come round to hold the ladder while Mum goes in the loft?’  Mum gave a look that suggested both ‘what are you talking about’ and ‘now way’ at the same time.  ‘There’s no need to bother Bob, Son I can leave for another day when you’re here’. Before I could reply Bob said ‘no I insist. What time shall I come round?’ ‘Come round at 10:30 and Mum will be ready’ I said as I went in to the kitchen to fetch Mum’s iron for Bob. Mum tried to engage in small talk with Bob but clearly she was both embarrassed and confused by my suggestion.  As Bob took the iron, he said ‘See you in the morning Doreen, 10:30’ then he smiled as he gave one final admiring look at Mum dressed as a slut.When I came back in from seeing Bob to the door, Mum was confused and a bit annoyed.  ‘What are you doing?’ she asked ‘I’ll never get rid of him tomorrow.  What’s this rubbish about getting boxes from the loft?  And I didn’t know you were going out’.  ‘I’m not Mum, here’s what’s going to happen ‘ I explained’ Before 10:30 tomorrow, I’m going to hide in the clothes closet in your bedroom.  You’re going to wear those black suspender tights I’ve also bought you with those mules you usually wear around the house.  You’re going to wear the loose flowing short skirt you had on yesterday and one of the sun tops you like without straps just like a boob tube.  But you’re not going to wear panties or a bra so firstly your nipples will be stuck out and your boobs will be nearly falling out.  Then when Bob comes round you go up the loft ladder while he holds the bottom and make sure he gets a good long view of your arse and pussy while you’re up the ladder.  When you come down the ladder I’m fairly sure he’ll want to give you a good hard fucking with his big cock so you need to make sure you encourage him’.Mum sat there in silence before standing up and saying ‘I can believe you’re forcing me to do this Son.  I don’t want to do this but I hope it makes you happy and you don’t regret it.  Are you sure because when Bob is hurting and using me then its too late for you to change your mind?’  ‘I’m 100% sure Mum’ I replied to which Mum simply said ‘fine. I’m going to get out of this outfit and go to bed as it sounds like I’m going to have a busy and tiring morning ahead of me tomorrow’.  Mum went upstairs to bed leaving me excited for what was going to happen soon.I got up early the next morning and went downstairs wearing just my dressing gown to have breakfast.  Some time later I heard Mum get up and getting dressed.  When she came downstairs she was dressed exactly as I had described, clearly not wearing a bra as her nipples were showing through her top that was struggling to contain her big boobs.  ‘Is this what you meant Son? she asked ‘are you still sure about this, this is the final time I’ll ask?’  Yes it is Mum I replied ‘and I assume your not wearing panties and that those are the suspender tights?’  ‘Take a good look Son’ Mum said as she lifted her skirt showing her hairy mature pussy exposed by the opening in the nylon ‘although you’ll see more of it later if Bob comes round’.  As I got up from the table I said ‘I’ll get in position in the clothes closet Mum as Bob will be here soon’.  I hid in the clothes closet and took off my dressing gown to sit on a small stool that was in there, allowing me to see through the gap in the door and key hole through to Mum’s bed and through the bedroom door to the landing where the loft opening was.About 10 minutes later, exactly on time, bahis siteleri there was a knock at the door and when Mum answered sure enough it was Bob.  Bob followed Mum upstairs and helped Mum position the step ladder for the loft.  Mum then started to climb the ladder and as he held the ladder, as expected Bob leaned for forward to have a good close look up Mum’s skirt while she was in the loft.  At the same time Mum leaned forward in the loft and lifted one foot up the next rung of the ladder to give Bob an even better view.  Bob took one hand away from the ladder and started to rub his growing cock through his tracksuit bottoms.  His bulge already looked long and thick and the sight of Mum exposing herself like this and the response from Bob made my cock harder than ever before.After a few minutes, Mum brought a box down the ladder and bent over to put it on the floor, exposing herself even more to Bob.  His cock grew even more pulling the front of his tracksuit bottoms out even more.  Mum turned round and gasped when she could see Bob had a massive hard on in front of her.  ‘Oh my god Bob, whats that? she said open-mouthed.  Bob didn’t say a thing but just reached forward and with both hands, put a finger inside the top seam of Mum’s sun top.  He then snatched her sun top down to her waist one swift movement making her big tits spring upwards and wobble.  ‘Please Bob no’ Mum whimpered which just made Bob become even more dominant, different to his usual mild friendly persona.  ‘Take that skirt off Doreen.  You obviously are gagging for cock so you’re going to get it.  Take it off then suck my cock!  Bob pulled down his tracksuit bottoms and kicked off his trainers at which point Mum got the full view of Bob’s big cock.  It was easily over 8″ long and very very thick.  ‘I’ll not ask you again Doreen, take the skirt off, and the top.  Sit on the bed and suck my cock’ Bob demanded.  I could see what Mum meant about no going back as Bob was much more forceful that I had imagined and than Mum might have been hoping for.  Mum was about to be used hard and rough and there was nothing either of us could do about it.  This made my cock even harder.  Mum obeyed, removing her skirt and top and then sat on the bed.  Bob then put one hand on the back of Mum’s head and one around his cock and fed the thick shaft into her mouth.  ‘Suck it hard you little slut’ demanded Bob on which Mum duly obliged.  Mum sucked Bob’s cock but this wasn’t enough so he began to fuck her face which made her gag and gasp and cough.  ‘Its too big for my mouth’ begged Mum.  ‘You just can’t wait for it in your cunt can you Doreen’ laughed Bob ‘ok if that’s how you want it, bend over the bed.  I like to start with a good hard doggy style fuck’.  ‘Please Bob be gentle’ whimpered Mum as she turned round and bent over but this didn’t clam him down at all it made him more confident and forceful.  Bob slapped both of Mum’s arse cheeks hard several times making her squeal. ‘Stop no, not so rough’ Mum begged but Bob wasn’t listening.  He grabbed hold of Mum’s big fleshy fat arse and guided the tip of his thick long cock to her mature juicy pussy.  Mum then saying ‘don’t hurt me, take it slow’ was the wrong thing to say. Face down on the bed, Mum turned her head towards the clothes closet door where she knew I was hiding and watching as Bob started to feed his shaft in my Mum.  It was much bigger and thicker than she was used to so after a couple of inches she said ‘no, please no more’ then as he continued to force his cock in a bit more she moaned ‘yes, yes’.  Mum’s knuckles went white as she gripped the bedsheets, her mouth open barely able to speak as her hole was being stretched, her eyes screwed up with the pain.  Bob then seemed to relent pulling out the few inches of his cock that were inside Mum so that just the tip was inside her. ‘Phew’ she gasped ‘its so bahis şirketleri big’ thinking that Bob was now listening to her, but he wasn’t, this was Bob’s technique for fucking.  Bob paused and with one almightly thrust, rammed the entire length of his huge thick cock into Mum.  Mum let out a combination of a moan, a squeal and a scream as she took all his length inside her right up to his balls.  ‘Pllllleeeeeaaaaasssssssseeeee no no no, yes fuck me’ yelled Mum for which Bob duly responded.  Bob began to pound the life out of Mum fucking her deep and hard with full fast thrusts in and slow withdrawals before getting into a steam hammer rhythm.  Bang, bang, bang was the constant pounding Mum received for the next 10 minutes though it must have felt like a lifetime for Mum.  Mum screamed and moaned and the neighbours must have heard her halfway down the street.  It was the most incredible and horny sight to see my Mum being used like this, wearing nothing but black suspender tights and mules, on her knees bent over the bed her fleshy thighs quivering and her big tits swinging randomly as Bob fucked her hard and without mercy.  Bob paused briefly to catch his breath which gave Mum a chance to lean forward away from his cock for a brief respite.  ‘Fuck me on my back Bob. Please, I like my legs in the air’ begged Mum.  It was even more of a turn on hearing Mum talk like a slut like this but Bob obliged.  He pulled out of Mum’s now stretched and gaping cunt, allowing her to flop over onto her back and open her fat fleshy thighs for him.  This gave me an even better view of Mum’s pussy as it welcomed Bob’s huge cock however he was no less gentle as he rammed into her again.  Mum hung onto Bob tight with her arms and her nylon covered legs wrapped around his back, this time turning to face me again to give a great view of the helpless expression on her face.  Her voice kept changing from ‘yes, yes, yes, fuck me’ to ‘oh no, oh god, please stop’ and then back again.  I was wondering how much more she could take when all of a sudden, Bob started to fuck Mum even harder and faster.  He was about to cum and sure he slammed into her hard whilst grunting.  His slams were time with each spurt of his thick salty cum and when he finished, he pulled his huge shaft out of Mum’s now gaping and sore pussy.  As Bob stood up to begin getting dressed, Mum just lay there on the bed exhausted, sore and used, with streams of Bob’s cum running out of her pussy on the bedsheets.  Before he pulled on his tracksuit bottoms, Bob said ‘that was fabulous Doreen, it was worth the wait.  We’ll have to do it again soon.  Now suck my cock clean before I put my jogging bottoms on, then you can see me out.  Mum obeyed by sitting up on the edge of the bed and took as much of his cock in her mouth as she could, sucking her juices and Bob’s cum off it then licking up and down all his shaft and glistening helmet.  When she had finished, Mum started to gather her clothes to put them on.  ‘No you don’t Doreen’ said Bob ‘you can see me out like that’ which meant just in her tights and mules.  ‘Ok’ sighed Mum ‘it was lovely Bob.  It hurt at first but I’d love you to come around again.  ‘I will’ smiled Bob ‘and maybe I bring a friend too one day to join us’.  Mum went downstairs with Bob and a few moments later, came back upstairs, with Bob’s cum still dripping down her legs.  Mum saw me there in the bedroom as I had come out of the clothes closet now completely naked with a huge erection of my own.  ‘You might as well cum on the bed Son’ said Mum ‘there’s plenty of cum on there already’.  ‘Can I cum on you Mum instead? I asked.  ‘Ok Son’ she replied I hope you enjoyed that and that it didn’t upset you seeing me used like that.  Mum laid back on the bed and opened her legs as I furiously began to wank my cock and shoot my load on her face and big tits.  ‘I loved every second Mum’ I said between my grunting as I orgasmed, ‘can’t wait until I see you fucked again next weekend’.  ‘What did you say/’ said Mum ‘I thought this was instead of next weekend?’  ‘No Mum’ I replied ‘this is just the beginning!’

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Coiffeuse Esseulée (3)Me cherchant une nouvelle coiffeuse dans mon village natal. Allant vers une maison tout pres de mon logis exerçant ce genre de profession, pour ainsi faire la connaissance de Nancy. Une belle femme mature de 47 ans un peu ronde de 5 pieds 3 avec les cheveux noirs coupés court et les yeux bruns foncés. Conversant un peu, je connaissais un peu son garçon lui ayant enseigné 5 ans plus tôt lors d’une formation soccer, la dite Nancy présente sur les lieux. Un article du journal local l ayant présente tout recemment comme jeune chanteur prometteur en devenir dans un concours du collège du coin. Engageant la conversation sur le sujet étant mélomane dans l’âme, Nancy me prenant sur le champs me nettoyant les cheveux avec une certaine douceur puis débutant la coupe.Depuis un bon moment que je subissais une certaine abstinence sexuel. J’étais quelque peu en manque s’en pour autant vouloir à tout prix m’envoyer en l’air avec n’importe qui ou bien n’importe quoi. J’aimais les femmes rondes et Nancy paraissait plutôt bien, connaissant son copain de vie un peu, étant un chauffeur d’autobus grand, costaud et bedonnant. Elle avait une belle poitrine sans plus et un bronzage impeccable. Une femme élégante et très bien habillée avec beaucoup d’entregent. Son fils le sachant un peu plus tard, semblait plutôt efféminée de part son apparence en général, le suspectant d’aimer les personnes de son propre sexe sans pour autant trop le juger. La coupe terminée, Nancy me reluquant de la tête au pieds car je paraissais plutôt bien. L’exode de personnes de sexe masculin dans la région etait de mise ayant pour cause une économie globale presente plutôt basse. 4 femmes pour un homme dans le milieu, donc elle devait avoir une clientèle presque composee uniquement de femmes sans en douter. Âgées de 28 ans, je mesurais 5 pieds 6 avec un corps d’athlète très acceptable. Mes cheveux étaient de couleur châtains et mes yeux étaient bahis firmaları de couleurs pers. Me demandant si j’enseignais toujours lui disant que non. Elle me disait avoir très appréciée mes méthodes d’apprentissages. Lui disant être aux études présentement en sonorisation à l’extérieur, de là mon intérêt pour la musique en général. Je vivais chez mes parents pour l’instant faute de revenu, revenant dans mon village pour l’été. Elle semblait captivée par mes conversations, lui payant son dû en même temps n’étant que de 8$, une somme plutôt basse donnant généralement un minimum de 14$ avec d’autres. Lui donnant 10$, me mettant à la reluquer à mon tour visionnant une femme quand même assez sexy et je dirais même plutôt chaude. Elle semblait aimer, je dirais même qu’elle était plutôt flattée d’être observée de la sorte par un si beau jeune homme. Reprenant un autre rendez- vous pour le prochain mois. Depuis quelques temps, vivant dans un village où obtenir des informations personnelles était plutôt facile. Nancy apparaissait à a peu près tous les deux jours devant mon logis marchant. Elle voulait fort probablement perdre du poids ou bien garder la forme. Me renseignant entre les branches sur sa situation. Son copain avait une maîtresse régulière et ne la fourrait tout simplement plus, le temps estompant quelques fois les choses en vieillissant. La suspectant de lui avoir tombée dans l’oeil, la coupe à moindre coût était peut-être un stratagème pour que je reviennes à coup sûr. Revenant au mois suivant, m’avoua se faire tricher régulièrement par son copain voulant lui rendre l’appareil. Son corps fut collé contre le miens pendant à peu près toute la séance, ressentant une chaleur intense venant de son côté. Une odeur de chatte en chaleur apparaissait peu a peu. Elle sentait super bon et était très tactile, m’avouant ne pas avoir baisée depuis 5 ans déjà, se masturbant régulièrement dans ses temps libre tout kaçak iddaa en pensant aux jours passés. Elle portait une robe courte de couleur noire les epaules a decouverts puis un legging de la meme couleur.Lui donnant 10$, elle voulait absolument continuer la conversation dans sa cuisine me proposant un café. Me demandant si il y avait longtemps que je n’avais pas fait l’amour, lui répondant par l’affirmative. Me demande de l’attendre un instant pour se diriger vers sa chambre, revenant en sous vêtement de dentelles rouges, les lèvres rougies aussi. S’assoyant à la table, elle me demande si j’avais déjà fait l’amour à des femmes beaucoup plus vieilles, lui répondant par la négative. Me demandant si je voudrais bien le faire avec elle car elle me trouvait particulierement beau et seduisant. Elle aimait aussi ma facon de la regarder. Sans meme repondre, prenant rapidement l initiative se levant. Y allant d’une danse lascive langoureuse en frottant son entre jambe et ses fesses sur ma jambe droite. Ma queue etait maintenant devenue dure comme du bois d erable, apprehendant une aventure chaude et passionnee de la part de mon assaillante. Posant ses deux bras vers l’arrière de mon cou en continuant les mouvements de vas et viens sur ma jambe le dos tourné. Elle avait la chatte en feu allumée, me proposant de venir l’accompagnée jusqu’à son lit.J’étais particulièrement d’attaque en cette journée et d attitude plutôt calme et pausé. Je l’ai fourrée pendant une bonne heure, lui enlevant du même coup tout son stress et ses tensions accumulées des 5 dernières années. Enlevant ses sous vêtements, sa chatte était rasée au complet, lui passant deux doigts tout en lui léchant le clitoris ainsi que sa chatte rosee toute mouillee. Je la fourrais en missionnaire avec ardeur, l’entendant gémir quelques instants son corps frétillant. Elle trouvais particulier de se faire pénétrer par une queue de grosseur moyenne, son marie en kaçak bahis ayant une beaucoup plus grosse mais pas très endurante. Des sons humides envahissaient la pièce nos odeurs se propageant. Elle aimait embrasser et le faisait super bien. Je la prenais maintenant dans la position de la levrette, là elle commençait à vraiment aimer son bassin se cambrant. Ma verge entrait et sortait en vitesse, l’entendant jouir exprimant quelques Ouiiiiiiiiiii c’est Bonnnnnnnnnnnn. Me retirant pour venir éjaculer dans sa bouche à sa demande. Elle me proposa de revenir à la cuisine pour continuer les ébats sur la table à rideaux ouverts. Lui faisant un autre cunnilingus pour venir ensuite la pénétrer dans la position du bâteau ivre. La déplaçant ensuite sur le frigidaire pour la prendre soulevée ses deux jambes bien ouvertes. Le meuble frappait contre le mur à chaque coup de reins appliqués. Elle m’embrassait dans le cou puis me mordait tout en enroulant ses bras autour de mes épaules puis ses jambes autour de mon bassin. Elle voulait ensuite absolument me faire une fellation en s’agenouillant devant moi tout en s’appliquant à me satisfaire la hampe. Je l’ai prise par la porte en arrière au final. Un vrai délice de dévergonder une femme d’âge mûre plutôt sage en s’adonnant à la sodomie. Le tapis du salon était maintenant devenu notre nouveau terrain de jeux, lui suggérant de se masturber en même temps que je la besognais. Elle prenait littéralement son pieds me suppliant de ne surtout pas arrêter. Me retournant sur le dos pour qu’elle puisse me chevaucher à la cavalière toujours en la sodomisant. Sa vulve mouillait comme une chute d eau moi la prenant par les hanches. Se retournant pour me chevaucher de face en repenetrant sa chatte chaude de ma verge. Son corps vibrait comme un tremblement de terre venant ejaculer dans son antre pour une premiere fois au bout de 4 minutes assez intense elle prenant le controle des hostilitees. Affaissant son corps sur le miens le souffle intense et court, me remerciant de l avoir assouvie comme personne ne l avait fait auparavant. Elle voulait absolument remettre le feu au couvert dans ses jours libres prochains.

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SLUTWIFE SECRETARY – CHAPTER 5: MEETING JERRY’S WdeletedCHAPTER 5: MEETING JERRY’S WIFEAfter being fucked by Brian in his office, I was carrying my clothes in my arms as casually as ever. That was the established routine: to whatever extent of undressed I became in an office with the guys, I left their office that way. I could get dressed once I reached my own desk unless I was intercepted by one of the other guys, which did frequently happen. So, my only thought as I approached my reception desk was the remote possibility of someone coming in from outside the office until I got dressed. But that was part of the ‘fun’, according to the guys. And, I had to admit, the exhibitionist thrill of being caught was a thrill.I shrieked with surprise when I turned into the area of my desk. Sitting in one of the visitors waiting chairs was an attractive woman of maybe 49 years old, 5’ 5”, 140#, with shoulder length brown hair. I clutched my clothes to my body, shielding my bare tits but doing nothing to shield my exposed groin. She seemed startled by my shriek, but then laughed and rose from the chair and stepped toward me with her hand stretched out.“You have to be Carol Hogan.”I looked at her suspiciously. I don’t know her; I am sure of it. I took her hand in my own, my right tit now mostly exposed. “Yes, ma’am.”“Relax, dear. I’m Diana Mortensen. You came from the wrong side of the office to have come from my husband’s office.” I nodded numbly. The boss’ wife. He assured Bill and me that she knew about this arrangement, but I was still scared to death that the reality might be different for her. She took the clothes from my arm, the back of her hand raking across my erect nipple, dropped them on my reception desk, and took my arm like we were two friends strolling through a mall. “I assume my husband is in.” I nodded numbly, again.As I guided her down the short hall, Kevin approached his door, but quickly retreated when he caught sight of Mrs. Mortensen walking with a naked me. I knocked on Jerry’s open door, he looked up at me filling the doorway, “Yes, Carol?”I smiled at him and wondered how his wife was taking all of this. He didn’t even react to my being naked at his office door. “Your wife, sir.” I stepped back and she entered his office as he was rising and moving around his desk to greet her, giving her a sweet kiss on the lips.I started leaving and she called me back, “Actually, this involves you, dear.” Nervously, I entered the office and we both settled into the chairs in front of Jerry’s desk while he took his chair behind it. She looked at her husband and he looked back at her, a growing sense of confusion coming over his face. Diana reached over and touched my arm. “He didn’t say anything to you, did he?” Now, he knew what this was about and he apologized. “Oh, p*o, you always forget these things. That’s why I stopped in.” She looked at me, her eyes glancing down at my exposed tits. Then, she looked up at my face, again. “We want you and your husband … Bill, right? … to come to our home. I’ve been wanting to meet you two … oh, for quite a while … since Mexico, in fact.” She smiled at her husband.He picked it up, “Yes, and I apologize for my absentmindedness, Carol. We both very much want to get to know you and Bill better. This is a very unusual arrangement we have here and one Diana is supportive of.”She interjected, “Yes, supportive of, but I have been on the outside of both Mexico and now this, so far. Understand, dear, this is social, but … well … I believe Jerry has offered that we are not a couple who won’t experiment, if the situation is safe and right.”Jerry jumped in, “That’s what makes this so … awkward. I’ve been very careful … call me an old-fashioned manager, maybe … about how I interact with those who work for me. I just have this line I draw. Professional and social. Those that work for me stay on a professional level because if I have to make a tough decision about discipline or continued employment, it becomes complicated by social relationships.” He looked to his wife and back to me. “But, let’s face it, it is hard to think of your situation here as strictly professional.” He seemed to be searching my face for some reaction, then his eyes strayed down my body … how could they not when it has been so acceptable to blatantly inspect me?I spoke to Jerry, “Sir, I appreciate the separation you have established between professional and social. I am sure you have professional contacts that are social but that would be strategic for business reasons and the distinction is clear to me. I am honored that you feel you can cross that line of distinction with us.” I turned to look at both Diana and Jerry in turn, “There is an element here that I need to discuss with Bill. Diana, your words were, ‘this is social, but’.” I smiled at them and opened my hands to indicate my exposed, naked body. “None of us would pretend there wouldn’t be some amount of sexual undertone to getting together, even if not intentional.” Diana smiled; she was the one who offered the ‘but’. “You understand, sir, I would need to bring this to Bill, regardless. He is the one who would commit to your offer. But he also needs to be aware of the possibility of extending the boundaries he has established.”He jumped in, “Of course!” He looked to his wife.Diana partially turned in her chair to better face me. Her eyes became locked on my tits and she seemed to almost have to struggle to lift her gaze to my face. “I am glad you cut through the BS for us, dear. Because, even if I hadn’t consciously planned on anything more happening, you are right, there are clear undertones and now that it out … can I be frank?”“I am naked, ma’am, please be as frank as you wish.”She giggled. “Jerry and I are not prudes, my dear. With the life we have built, we have felt the need to be very careful, though. It was, though, why I encouraged Jerry to follow-through with that night in Mexico. I thought one of us might go outside our rigid existence for once. Then, when he was checking the backgrounds of secretary applicants and discovered who you were … I knew about that silly fantasy … this fantasy … so I said to go for it. And, here you are, letting him and them live out their fantasy.”I blushed, “It happened to fill fantasies for Bill and me, too.”“Yes, so I heard. I have been hearing second-hand about you since this started. That was part of the deal. It stayed out in the open, no secrets.” She looked at Jerry and I noticed him nod. She took a deep breath. “Frankness.” I nodded. “So, in reflection, you are probably right. I think I wanted to somehow feel … I don’t know … something exciting? Something different and more. Don’t get me wrong, dear, Jerry is a very loving man and our sex is good.”“But, he has me here and you …” She nodded and seemed very embarrassed.I stood up without embarrassment of my nakedness, “You two sit and talk, I’ll call Bill right now.”I left the door open as I stopped outside and heard her, “Oh, dear … did I say too much? I said too much didn’t I.”He responded immediately and reassuringly, “Honey, please, you’ll see. These are two of the most amazingly open and giving people you’ll ever meet. When we get together, and I know we will be, you can talk to her about everything. She’ll be very supportive, if you are open and honest.”“She said, she ‘would need to bring this to Bill, regardless’. Is she really submissive to him?” He must have nodded. “I’m so excited, Jerry. She sounds perfect for me to talk to.”Wow. I thought there might be a sexual interest involved with this invitation, and there might still be, but there is something more on her mind. I got hold of Bill in his rig and explained the invitation, the conversation we had, and my suspicions. He asked what I thought. I was the one who had the contact with Jerry. “I think there is something more behind Diana’s interest. I think she wants to talk to me about something and wants a safe place to get it out and discussed.” He said it was good. “And, if it is sexual?” He laughed and I understood. He has been pushing my boundaries in different directions, this would just be another.* * * * *When we pulled into the circular drive of the Mortensen house, I was taken aback. It was huge. We thought our little ranch home was nice. This place was probably three times as big and two stories. I looked at Bill as he put the pickup into park. He shrugged, “Well, let’s go see how the one percent live.”I was still sitting in place with my seatbelt fastened. I mumbled, “Maybe not the one percent. I bet within five percent, though.”He walked around the truck to open my door. I stepped down and looked around nervously. “I feel obscene in this outfit in this neighborhood.” I was wearing a transparent, floral, beach coverup over a tiny red bikini Bill handed me before we left. I had no idea where it came from.“More obscene than at the office?” I giggled, maybe not. The truth was, though, Bill was fully dressed and had his swimsuit in the bag with other items we might need after the swimming.Before we get to the front door, it opened. Diana stepped out and she was fully clothed, too. She embraced me as though we were the best of friends. I melted into her body hoping that thought will become true. I pulled away from her and asked, “Why am I the only one almost naked?”She laughed as she took a step toward Bill, “Because I heard Bill has recently told you it should be a crime not to exhibit that body. And, I agree. I am not bi-sexual, dear … at least not yet … but I thought I might have drooled when I saw you in the office the other day.” She turned her attention to Bill, “And, you have to be Bill.” She shocked Bill by walking right up to him, throwing her arms around him, and embracing him tightly.“Let the man at least come into the house, Diana.” I turned to find Jerry standing in the open door. He started laughing. Diana stepped back from Bill and was blushing a deep red. She lowered her head and brushed some strands of hair behind her ear, but her blush was obvious to us all. “She’s been looking forward to meeting you guys for quite a while.” Jerry was striding out and extended his hand to Bill. “I am very pleased to finally meet you in person, Bill. Please, come inside.”As I passed Jerry, he added, “Glad canlı bahis that suit fit, Carol. I guessed at the size.”“Fits?” I laughed as I opened the coverup, which was basically a very thin robe. “It just covers my nipples.”Diana walked past while patting my butt, which was bare with only a string between my ass cheeks. “You’re exaggerating slightly, dear.”Bill went by after her smiling widely, “But, only slightly.”I shook my head and followed Bill. Jerry, taking up the rear, felt up mine all the way into the house and to the family room in back where we saw the pool and built-in grilling setup off the patio. The house was as amazing inside as it appeared to be on the outside.They showed us around the house. It was beautiful and large. The upstairs had the master-suite, of course, and two other bedroom that didn’t appear to be used but rarely. There was also a small library on that floor and consisted almost entirely of fiction. The library downstairs had a wide assortment of books including a lot of non-fiction.Throughout the tour, both Bill and Jerry reminded me of my lack of clothes with frequent touches and feels of my body. It wasn’t that they were trying to be sly about it, either. While Diana watched, Jerry comfortably slipped a hand into my coverup to fondle a tit or stroke my ass. Finally, I thought, Diana rolled her eyes at the display and walked up to me. I thought she was going to provide some shielding for me from the men, though the playfulness wasn’t particularly unwanted. Instead, though, she untied the cover and removed it from me.She turned to the men with her own playfulness, “There, I don’t know why either of you didn’t just do that a long time ago.” With that she slipped a finger between my legs and moaned. She moaned; I was surprised. She took my arm and pulled me away from the men saying, “Come with me. There is something I need to discuss with you and if I don’t do it now, I might not.”In Jerry’s office, I had the sense that there was something more than just meeting us or possibly sex that was of interest to Diana. The guys followed us back downstairs. Diana held me back as the guys walked through the family room and onto the patio. They seemed to be busy with something, but it turned out to merely be getting some beers. Diana led me to one of the sofas. I noticed the men looking our way and Jerry saying something that made Bill pay closer attention to Jerry. Then, they settled comfortably on chairs and began their own conversation.“What are they talking about, do you suppose?” I asked from real curiosity. Afterall, it wasn’t like the two men really knew each other or would probably have that much in common. I mentioned that curiosity to Diana.When she didn’t reply, I looked her way and found her looking down at her hands in her lap. She finally looked up. “They are probably talking about the same thing I want to talk to you about. And, by the way, in a sense they have quite a lot in common on one very important level.” She took a deep breath, then, “Carol, would you share with me exactly how you and Bill got into your life-style? I mean where you are submissive to him and … well … and how you are comfortable being with those other men and … really … how he is so comfortable.”I smiled at her and took her hands into my own. She was shaking. I held her hands tighter and in a soft, reassuring voice described the long, convoluted process we had taken from sharing fantasies, roleplaying, and the decision. I concluded with, “It was really Jerry’s absurd proposal for employment that gave us the final push. It was the kind of thing that we had talked around for years. But Jerry’s question made us stop and face it openly and honestly. Up to that moment we hadn’t had the courage to seriously approach the other about it. Bill just respect me too much to want to take the chance of offending me.”She scooted closer to me, our thighs were partially touching. She was wearing a flowing sun-dress with built-in bosom support and spaghetti straps. I felt her bare thigh against mine, but pushed the thought out of my mind.“That’s pretty much what Jerry seemed to think.” She paused. “You roleplayed … you enjoyed that? Bill enjoyed it?” I nodded. “It was something you always wanted, wasn’t it? Deep down you really wished Bill would be in charge, just take control, control your body and you …” I nodded, but I wasn’t sure she was asking me, any longer. “It’s exciting to play with, to act out … but it is a big step … it changes everything.” I was pretty sure she wasn’t talking to me, any more. I still nodded, though. Then she looked up, her eyes were different, as if they were far more intense and focused. “The men … the other men … he tells you to be with them … he approves and wants you to …” I nodded. “You’ve always had a healthy sexual appetite; you just never had the opportunity to …” Her hand was on my bare thigh. “How many men now? Different men?”It was almost a demand for an answer. “Eight different men … no, nine now.” I remembered the photographer. “No, ten.” I forgot the IT guy, Wesley. I smiled, “Two were only blowjobs.”She watched me. “Only blowjobs. So casual … ‘two were only blowjobs’ … eight were …” She looked at me, “What do you call it, Carol? Do you make love to them? Have sex? Go to bed? What?”I looked into her eyes. I took her hand and moved it to a tit. Her fingers and hand fondled it, maybe without thinking. “I fuck them, Diana.” I thought about the next part of my answer. If I was following what was happening correctly, “Diana, when you are with other men, beside Jerry, you fuck. It is just sex. It is not love and generally isn’t emotionally involved. It’s just fucking.”She looked at her hand on my tit, as if she just realized what she was doing. She continued watching her hand on my tit. “Fucking. Just sex. It sounds exciting … wanton … slutty.”I turned partially to her and slid my hand up her thigh, under her skirt. “Very slutty. But that is what it is. If you are his submissive slut …” I reached her panties. The gusset was soaking wet. “A submissive slut obeys; she does what her man wants … with whomever he wants.” My finger slid over her cunt lips under the thin material of her panties. “You’ve given yourself to him so he can do it. Fucking other men … but not worrying about it … he wants you to … he tells you to.”She shivered and fell into my side and gasped, “Carol … can you … I need … can you make me cum? Please?”I laid her back on the sofa, pushed up her skirt and pulled her panties down and off her. I threw one leg over the top of the sofa and the other off to the side, her foot on the floor. I got on my knees between her splayed legs and lowered my mouth to her cunt. Her cunt was bald like I am keeping mine. My first cunt to pleasure. She smelled wonderful and my tongue shot out, licking the folds of her lips. I used two fingers to open her cunt up and I breathed in her scent, rubbed my nose over her slit and grazed her clit. She shivered at the touch and gasped. Her breath was already ragged, gasping as my tongue explored between her lips to her gaping hole. She was seeping her love juice … her sex juice, if this wasn’t love. It wasn’t making love, this was sex, and I love the taste, the smell, and the feel of her cunt. I knew instantly that I would eat cunt when I had the chance and, maybe, that would be Diana. As I licked, sucked her clit and lips, and probed with my tongue, I knew she was talking to herself, debating with herself, but she needed to get this out of the way, too. She needed another form of sex, something that wasn’t Jerry, to know if doing something more was really right.When she came, her thighs closed around my head, her hands on my head holding my mouth to her sex. Her juices flowed freely from her cunt and I sucked into my mouth what I could. It was heaven.I alternated between soft licks and kisses over her open cunt. Then, I felt her hands gently lifting my head up. I lifted my head, but she continued to pull until I was lying on top of her. I looked into her eyes and lowered my mouth to hers. Her tongue came out and probed into my mouth.She spoked, first, “That’s what I taste like?” I nodded. “You know what?” I waited, “I like it. You’ve never done that before?” I shook my head. “You’re very good.” She kissed me, again.I follow her back upstairs to their bedroom and large walk-in closet. She rummages through her dresser and pulls out a bikini. It is not a wicked weasel like the one Jerry picked out for me, but it is small and the material thin. Definitely not something a 49 year old might normally wear. She chuckled as she brought it out into the main bedroom, as if she had read my mind. “Yes, Jerry bought it for me. It was actually one of the suits he talked me into wearing when we were in Mexico.” She turned her back to me. It exposed the zipper to the sundress, a move all women understand. She looked at me a little nervously as she slid the straps off her shoulders. “We began experimenting more heavily back then … away from home and all that. As Jerry came back from those dances with you, I think he was teasing me to flirt. Instead, I encouraged him.” She slid the dress off her tits and over her hips. Holding a strap, she let the dress fall, and stepped out of it. She tossed it on the bed and stood naked in front of me. She blushed deeply, then shot her hand up to her mouth and gasped, “My panties are down on the floor.”I laughed, “It will give the guys something to think about if they find them. They’ll know they aren’t mine.” I stepped up to her and put my hands on her upper arms, lightly stroking them. “Downstairs, just now, you weren’t asking me questions as much as talking to yourself about issues in your mind, weren’t you?” She nodded. “Does Jerry know about those questions and desires you are wrestling with?”We were almost the same height; she was maybe an inch shorter. “Yes. We talked some before Mexico, which was what had us go down. Jerry going off with you that night was a surprise. It confused me. I thought our talks were about me. That night derailed what we had been teasing each other about.” She looked at me, her eyes wandering to my chest. I smiled at her and moved my hands from her shoulders to the back of my neck to untie the tie there, bahis siteleri then behind my back. The almost nothing covering dropped to the floor softly. Her eyes looked up at mine, but her hands moved to my tits. Touching my tits lowered her eyes to watch her hands and fingers softly roam over my melons. “You have marvelous boobs.” I told her Bill likes to call them ‘tits’. “Tits.” She shivered. The word had the same effect on me, too. “I bet men love to get their hands on them, to see them.” I smiled. She was diverting. “Diana … what happened after Mexico?”Her gaze was lower now. Her fingers pulled the ties at the sides of my hips. I parted my legs and that mini-piece of material fell to the floor. She looked up at me and asked, “What am I doing, Carol? I’ve never …”I leaned toward her, touched the side of her face with my fingers, and softly kissed her on the lips. My fingers went to her tits. The nipples were as hard as mine were. Her tits were probably C cups, nicely proportioned to her body. I kissed each nipple, taking each between my lips and sucking … only a suck or two. She gasped and held my head.“You have a beautiful body, Diana.”“Not like yours.”I chuckled, “No woman is really happy with her body. You see my tits as something better, maybe. I have seen them as something that caused me trouble, teasing, impossible for men and women not to judge me by. Your body is beautifully proportioned, Diana.”“You said ‘caused’ as in before.” She studied my face. “Not now?”I smiled. “I committed my body to Bill now. He likes to flaunt it, to tease other men, to use it to embarrass me, exhibit me. He knows how men will think of me with these melons and it is what he wants. He puts me into situations to be used. USED, Diana. Like at the office … his friends … they use me … I’m an object to fuck or to suck them off. These tits help them think of me that way.”“And, you like it … being used … Bill directing you to men to use you.”I kissed her, again, harder this time. We each were teasing each other’s nipples. “I love it and it’s what Bill desire, too. It fulfills me in both the sex but also in pleasing Bill.” She kissed me. I asked her, “You understand, don’t you? You haven’t experienced it … not yet … but you understand the feeling.” She nodded. I broke our touching and pulled the covers down the bed boldly. She watched me, her hands now fondling her own tits. I knelt on the bed and put my hand out to her. She took it and crawled up next to me. I kissed her harder. I looked into her eyes, “Tell me now what happened after Mexico.”She blushed as she laid back and pulled me alongside her so my right tit was mashed into her body. The fingers of my right hand lightly trailed up and down her body. She sighed, her eyes studying mine, probing deeply into me.“I was confused. I was happy for Jerry. He experienced something new, mostly at my insistence, but it derailed us, as I said. I questioned if we understood each other. Don’t misunderstand, I never loved Jerry less and he never loved me less, but … after all our musings about our inner-selves, did we understand what each other was saying?”I kissed her nipple and her hand lightly stroked my long hair. I guessed that she needed to have her anxiety diverted to let her mind open and her body seemed an opportunity to that.“Jerry is a very perceptive man, though. He saw what was happening but he also was quite taken by the experience … with you. You said Bill respected you too much to push. Jerry is the same.” She pulled my face off her nipple so she could look at me and pleaded, “Will you please make love to me, again?”I reached up and kissed her on the lips, then, “You need to get this out, Diana. This is a reason you wanted us to come, isn’t it?” She nodded. “You have your own desires and wishes and needs that you need to express to someone.” She nodded.“We’ve been married for 25 years and all that time I have been very happy. Jerry is a wonderful man and husband. Our relationship actually sounds like yours. There was so much respect and devotion from the very first moment we started. I honestly think we tried to express ourselves, but it meant such a change between us.”“Just like what Bill and I encountered.”She nodded and chuckled, “We didn’t have someone giving us a crazy proposition to create the opportunity, but we had you accepting that crazy proposition. It got me thinking about what we were doing … or not doing. As I said, Jerry is very perceptive … eventually, sometimes. But he did finally see it and added it all together to come up with the right answer, but …”“The idea was too bold for him to take the first step and you were too timid to ask for it …” She nodded. I kissed her nose, “How long have you known?”She blushed, “Really known? Not that long, really. Oh, I suspected and I wanted to know, but … how would you really know such a thing without help, without someone putting it in front of you to see what it is?” I asked, so? “You. Jerry was confronted by you … and Bill. Your rules. The way you acted in the office … so submissively … to all the men. You were so willing and eager. You worked hard at the job and were selfless with the men. You fucked or sucked at their will. You endured humiliation and exposure around the office. He saw how excited it made you, how much you enjoyed it. When he asked you about it, he said you simply said ‘it would please Bill’.”I sensed we were getting to the end. I slipped fingers down her body and over her mound. She parted her legs automatically. My fingers slipped over her slit and parted her lips. She was dripping wet still. “So, you talked about it and not just about it being me?”She nodded. Her hand pressed mine at her cunt and I slipped a finger inside her. She moaned. “Yes, we talked. How do we know for sure, Carol? How were you so certain?”I slipped a second finger into her. I thought I heard something at the open door. I glanced back but didn’t see anything or anyone. I refocused on Diana. “We experimented. That was the roleplaying. I think we had really known for quite a while, but were waiting for the other one to declare it or to take control. For us, Bill took control as we discussed Jerry’s proposition.”She pulled my head to hers and kissed me. She gasped out, “Roleplay.”“Yes. You can feel it … he can feel it. But, if it isn’t right for you, you can to be honest with him and yourself. I think you are like me; this is something you are needing more than him.” She nodded. All talking was over. Our mouths mashed together, tongues exploring. We both gasped at the need and hunger.I start moving my mouth down her body to her cunt, ready to eat her, again. She stopped me, “Jerry said you are a masterful cocksucker and I know you are an equally masterful pussy eater. Can you teach me to eat pussy, too?”I kissed her stomach, “I don’t think there is any ‘teaching’ involved. You do what you know you like and pay attention to the response.” I watch her. Her face was lusting. “You ready?” She nodded. I swung my legs over her and wiggle my cunt back to her head. I looked between our bodies and she looked at me with a huge smile on her face. “So, you think you might want to be a submissive slut?” She nodded with that glazed, hungry look of demanding sexual need. “Then eat that cunt over your mouth and make sure I orgasm.” With that I lowered my mouth to her cunt. We both gasped and moaned at the touch of the other’s tongue and lips.She did a wonderful job. We dressed in our respective suits and I suggested we not wash our faces or mouths but go downstairs to kiss our husbands. She blushed but didn’t argue.As we went out to the pool to get wet, I pulled Bill to the side. I told him I was right about Diana having something to talk about. He looked at me with a curious look and I nodded, adding that she needed to have some experiences to weigh her thoughts. He smiled.Diana and I didn’t really swim or play in the water. We floated and continued our talk. She was very curious now about how Bill treated me now that I had submitted to him. Just then, Bill called me. I told her to watch.I climbed out of the pool and went to Bill who was lying on a lounge chair next to Jerry. Diana came along with me. “Yes, sir? Do you need something from me, sir?”He smiled, his eyes riveted to my tits, then my cunt. “I told you, Jerry. Except for the color, that suit almost disappears.” I looked down and saw my nipples clearly defined and my cunt lips equally prominent. He smiled at my blush, “In fact, I think Jerry and I need another beer.”“Yes, sir.” I went to the outdoor frig and took out two more beers, handing one to Diana for Jerry. She touched my arm and asked if he always treated me like a slave. “Slave? Oh, no. I’m his but not his property. There’s a huge difference, Diana. He knows I want to please him and do things for him. I want to do those things; they make me happy to do them. A slave does things because she has to, she doesn’t have the will. Submission is willful … I choose to be one. A slave isn’t willful, she must or be punished.”“I notice you say ‘sir’ a lot.”“Respect for him. I am his slut … submissive slut. He is ‘sir’. I am whatever he wants to call me … ‘slut’, ‘cunt’, ‘bitch’, or Carol.”She looked at the guys and back to me, “Isn’t that demeaning?”I smiled, “It was what was so hard for Bill to initiate any of this. Like you said about Jerry, he had so much respect for me. But, remember … I probably wanted this more than he did as a result. To make me happy, he accepted my submission to him.” She was nodding as we returned with the beers.I handed the beer to Bill, “Sir.” I was surprised and intrigued when I heard Diana say, “Your beer, sir.”I smiled at Bill and turned to the pool, but was stopped by Bill. “Carol, I think we’ve determined that suit doesn’t hide anything of your body. At a beach or resort, you might have to leave it on, but not here. Take it off.”I heard Diana gasp, but I immediately pulled the ties holding it together. Diana had turned back to the pool after the two little pieces of my suite fell to the ground when I saw Bill motion to Jerry who looked nervous, but found his voice. “Diana.” She stopped and turned. “Is it being a good hostess for your guest to be the only one naked?” She gulped and her eyes went wide. bahis şirketleri It might have been one thing to be naked in the pool with Jerry or naked with me, a woman, but to be naked in front of another man …I whispered to her, “Don’t make him wait too long.”She reached behind her to unclasp the top, “Yes … sir …” She pushed the bottoms down and hurried to the pool. “My God … I can’t believe I did that in front of Bill.” I asked her if it was exciting. “God, yes. If we weren’t already in the water, I’d be dripping anyway.”I chuckled, then, “But, did you notice the difference?” She furrowed her eyebrows at me. I explained, “Bill told me to strip. Jerry put the suggestion to you. Bill gave me a clear statement. Jerry gave you a question for you to consider.” She nodded as she looked back at the men who were still watching us. They were talking, too. “Think about the difference and what that would mean to you. How would it feel to be TOLD to get undressed in front of another man?” The wheels were turning inside her now.Jerry called out, “Ladies, we’re going to start the grill.”Diana climbed out of the pool and I followed, “I’ll help you.”We both stopped where we had dropped out suits, but Bill stopped us with, “Wait, ladies. Jerry, don’t you think having them stay naked would be better?” He agreed, of course. Jerry was enjoying following Bill’s lead. And it was definitely having an effect on Diana.In the kitchen, Diana blurted out, “What a turn-on. Does this excite you as much as me? I suppose not given how much exposure you have a work.”I chuckled, “And at home in general and in front of his friends. But you are right that at first it was extremely exciting. I still get embarrassed, but I am getting more used to situations when I find myself exposed. It never stops being exciting, though.”We stayed naked through the preparation of dinner and eating it. It was a little more exciting for me to see the reaction of Diana, especially with Bill watching her closely. Then, Bill brought up for discussion something he hadn’t mentioned to me before.“Jerry, I’d like your opinion about something regarding Carol since you have experience with her.” He nodded and I looked on nervously. Diana watched very curiously. Her nipples hadn’t lost their hardness since we had become naked for the guys. “It seems to me that it could be an excellent slut learning experience to be on an arousal edge for an extended time. I have been considering perhaps having Carol purchase a vibrating egg and maybe some Ben Wa balls to use in the office when the men aren’t using her.” He glanced at me, then Diana. I think Diana was blushing more than I was. Then, he looked to Jerry.Jerry smiled and considered me briefly but watched his own wife more as he answered, “It sounds like an idea with merit, Bill. But you tell me something I have been wondering, can a slut be used too much?”Bill laughed, “I have wondered the same thing. Did you know that Carol has now been with … 10 men, dear? … yes, I think 10 different men. Not all at once, of course. Tell me dear, what is the number you have been fucked by in one day?” I heard Diana gasp and saw her blush deeper.“Sir, I believe it was those days when I had been used by all the guys in the office and then you and Jimmy took your pleasure with me that night. Six, sir.” I was, of course, not mentioning Tucker who also licked me while Bill and Jimmy recovered that night.Bill looked at Jerry, “I think Carol wants more and I have thought about a gangbang for her but it would have to be more than six, then. But, to answer your question … it seems the more cock she gets, the more she can take. What do you think, dear?”“Yes, sir, it seems to be as you said.” He watched me. He wanted me to elaborate. “Sir, to illustrate … it used to seem that if I fucked you two or three time in a night, it was a lot. Now, of course, that could happen before lunch, then again in the afternoon, and at night.”Bill turned his attention to Diana, “Do you have an opinion on the subject, Diana?” She shook her heard nervously and kept her head down. “Look at me, Diana.” She raised her head, glancing at Jerry, then her attention on Bill. “You have a beautiful body.” He paused, letting her consider what this man who wasn’t her husband was saying about her. “I am sure your husband finds your body very sexy and arousing. I know I would … I know I do, in fact.” She continued to blush. “So, tell me honestly, how many times being fucked would seem like a lot to you?”She mumbled something none of us could hear. Jerry’s voice took over, “Speak up, dear. It’s a simple question Carol answered clearly.” His voice was in control and it cause Diana to look at him differently.Finally, she looked at both of them, “Sir, I think twice.”Bill started to respond, but Jerry was on top of it now. “Twice what, dear?”“Twice … with you … twice being … twice … fucking.” Jerry smiled and she weakly returned it. Watching them it was like something clicking between them. I looked at Bill and we shared an understanding.Diana and I cleared the table as Jerry led Bill into the family room. I saw them in discussion, frequently looking in our direction. They were up to something … or, Bill was up to something following my comment to lead Jerry. When we came into the family room, Jerry announced to Bill, “You know how I feel about your wife’s body, especially her large, saggy tits.” Bill nodded as he looked at me, “They are nice, aren’t they? Tell me, Jerry, have you fucked them, yet?” Jerry looked confused. “You need some lubrication so bring some to have it handy. Lube up your cock and her tits, squeeze them together and fuck them.” Bill was watching me. “It has an added bonus, Jerry. When you cum, a good spurt will land on her face. You like that, don’t you, Carol?”“Of course, sir. You’ve told me it is an honor to wear your cum so I am pleased to be able to.” Diana was shocked, but her breathing was ragged. I could tell that the shock had nothing to limit her excitement.“Bill, would you do me the favor of appraising my wife, then?” I thought Diana was shocked before, but now … Then Jerry said firmly, “Dear, come stand in front of Bill so he can see your body closely.”I leaned close to her and whispered, “If you think this is what you want, react quickly and remember to say ‘sir’.” She did. She moved to stand directly in front of Bill.“Like this, sir?” Bill and Jerry both smiled.Bill had Diana turn slowly, open her legs, lift her tits. Bill gave a gentle commentary, speaking very complimentary about her. Finishing with, “Diana, you are a vision. I love your body, the kind of body any man would enjoy.” She blushed, again.But Bill was far from done and the anticipatory smile on Jerry’s face told me they had more planned for Diana. Bill looked at each of us, “You know, ladies, you two running around naked all this time has been terribly teasing for Jerry and me. Your teasing has caused us some level of … discomfort … intense arousal. I don’t think that is fair to us.” Diana looked confused. It was they who wanted us naked. I saw through Bill’s playing with the words, but let Diana fuss in her mind. Bill was leading this to have us give them a blowjob in front of each other. So, I played along and moved to Bill.“Our apologies, sir.” I unfastened his slacks, “Let us take care of this for you, sir.” I said ‘our’ to influence Diana. She saw me and heard me, hesitated, and moved to her husband, certainly intimidated at doing so in front of Bill. Once his slacks were open, I removed his shoes, socks, and pants before taking my place between his knees. I licked his hard cock and glanced at Diana who was trying to catch up with me. She was looking nervously at Jerry but he was only smiling at her. When she saw that, she seemed to relax and found her own voice.“Sir … may I relieve you of the discomfort we caused you?” He smiled at her and stroked her cheek“I love you, Diana. And, yes, you may. I would like that very much.” She smiled broadly as her mouth descended to his cock.We had been sucking the guys for several minutes. I knew Bill was rigid and enjoying what I was doing for him and I could hear moans from Jerry. Then, I felt a touch on my cheek and I looked up at Bill. He jerked his head to the side where Jerry and Diana were. I didn’t understand at first, but then he pointed at me, then Jerry. I smiled and nodded. He was going to push Diana another step.I pulled off Bill’s cock and moved to the other side of Diana, then pushed my way in front of Jerry, thus pushing her toward Bill who was sitting next to them. She looked at me, Jerry, then Bill. I was watching her out of the corner of my eyes as I began sucking Jerry with energy. I don’t know what Jerry did while I was watching Diana, but she moved slightly to the side in front of Bill. She looked up at him, then reached out with her hand to take his hard cock, moved between his legs and engulfed his cock into her mouth. Before long, she was oblivious to any of us but the cock in her mouth. Bill’s moans attested to the enjoyment he was feeling from her.Then, Jerry tapped me. I looked up and he encouraged me back. He pointed underneath Diana and I took my new place between her legs, my head raised to reach her cunt. Jerry slipped a throw pillow under my head and I relaxed to begin devouring her cunt for the third time today. Then, I felt Jerry straddling my legs and found his cock sliding over my chin as he sought his wife’s cunt hole. I reached up, took his cock, and guided it into her hole. She gasped and cried out; the sounds muffled by the Bill’s cockThe three of them came at about the same time. Bill and Jerry flooding her mouth and cunt. Diana cried out with a massive orgasm, undoubtedly aided by having a new man in her mouth.When we were leaving later, Bill didn’t allow me to even put the Wicked Weasel or the cover-up on for the ride home. It was dark, but most of the drive would be city driving with street lights. We were outside the front door. I was still naked, of course. Diana had put on a light robe while Bill and Jerry dressed, again. I did have the feeling she would be undressed pretty quickly after we left.Diana hugged me tightly as the guys shook hands. “Thank you, Carol. You’ve helped me a lot. I think I know how to look at all this now.” She pinched my nipples and smiled. “I do love your breasts … tits. I wouldn’t be surprised if Jerry doesn’t try tit-fucking you some day.” We laughed.* * CHAPTER 6: TUCKER will follow * * Thanks for reading

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Je serai ton guide pour toute la soirée. Je vais te préparer.Louis précéda Thomas dans le grand escalier; ils montèrent au premier étage, longèrent un large couloir et franchirent la deuxième porte. Thomas découvrit une vaste salle de bains.-Déshabille-toi! Je dois te mettre un plug avant d’aller retrouver nos amis.Tout en se dévêtant, Thomas remarqua divers plugs sur une tablette, suivit Louis des yeux qui se gantait de latex et prenait un plug long de vingt centimètres avec un gland conique très épais, puis au milieu de la colonne un renflement cylindrique, le couvrait de gel. Quand Thomas fut nu, Louis lui dit:-Met toi à plat ventre sur la table, cuisses écartées.Le jeune homme prit la position, Louis vint dans son dos, écarta les deux globes jumeaux et ronds d’une main, étala du gel sur l’orifice anale, aboucha le gland sur l’anneau rectal et poussa.Thomas se crispa en sentant le plug entrer en lui, forcer le puits des reins, reçut deux claques avec ce commentaire:-Ne serre pas! Décontracte toi au contraire!Pour l’obliger à ne pas résister, Louis décerna deux nouvelles claques au cul nu et le plug pénétra, le trou du cul se resserra après le gland, puis la pénétration se pousuivit. Thomas cria un peu lors de la poussée du renflement et enfin le plug fut entièrement dans le cul.Louis l’aida à se mettre sur pied, ôta ses gants de latex, dit:-Allons rejoindre les autres.Ils reprirent l’escalier, passèrent une porte et descendirent vers le sous-sol. La présence du plug rendait la démarche de Thomas malaisée.Ils franchirent une porte et pénétrèrent dans une vaste pièce bien éclairée. Un frisson d’appréhension courut sur la chair nue de Thomas en voyant, outre son Maître, deux hommes d’une cinquantaine d’année, assis dans de profonds fauteuils de cuir, torse nu avec pour unique vêtement un pantalon de cuir noir, sur une table un assortiment varié de martinets, des cravaches, güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri des gants de cuir.Un des hommes dit:-Ne reste pas planté comme ça, Thomas, avance, fais toi voir.Le jeune garçon fit quelques pas vers le trio alors que son guide restait lui aussi à quelques pas.-Tourne-toi!Thomas leur présenta son derrière rond, musclé, tel une belle et ferme grosse pomme.Un des hommes se leva, s’approcha de lui, passa sa main large aux doigts déliés sur son cul, dit:-Voilà un beau cul encore bien pâle. Montre nous que tu as bien le plug dans le cul. Ecarte tes cuisses!Thomas sentit la honte monter à son visage. Frémissant, il contracta ses cuisses, immobile.Dans le silence, on entendit le pas du jeune guide qui alla à la table, revenant porteur d’une fine cravache. Il la tendit à l’homme. Sans le voir, Thomas sentit le jonc souple et la languette de cuir sur son cul. Il serra les dents, pris d’une indicible émotion. Un sifflement… La languette de cuir épousa la fesse droite qui se creusa un peu. Un gémissement de Thomas. Déjà, un autre coup cinglant la chair, laissant un sillon rose.Fesses serrées, Thomas sursautait, mais résistait. Alors, rapidement par quatre fois, l’homme cingla les fesses rebelles… Quatre plaintes et la croupe se tordit, oscilla, sembla vouloir ouvrir ses deux fruits. Non… Elle resta close, offrant quatre nouvelles striures roses. A nouveau la cravache siffla, violente… Un cri… La chair s’enfonça profondémment, rebondit, sembla rejeter la cravache, rougit:-Noooooon! Non, plus ça!… Je ne peux plus!…Puis le silence. Bras levé, l’homme attendait:-Ecarte!…Thomas hésita puis:-Aaaaaayyyyyye!Sa plainte ponctua le bruit mat de la cravache sur son cul musclé… Ses chevilles s’écartèrent alors qu’il se penchait un peu vers l’avant, laissant entrevoir la base du plug implanté dans ses fesses.-Eh bien tu vois, ce n’est pas plus dur que ça!De la languette de cuir l’homme tapota la base du plug, ce qui fit vibrer le conduit interne de Thomas.S’adressant au guide, l’homme dit:-Va le mettre sur la croix. Le garçon prit Thomas par la main, l’amena au mur du fond où était fixée une crois en X, lia les poignets aux extrémités supérieures dans des bracelets de cuir souples, fit de même pour les chevilles.Croix de chair nue, Thomas offrait le spectacle harmonieux de son dos d’albâtre et de son cul merveilleusement gonflé et musclé.Par le jeu des miroirs du mur, Thomas vit l’homme prendre sur la table un martinet fait d’une douzaine de lanières en cuir, larges, longues et impressionnantesThomas sursauta à la première cinglade et plaqua son ventre contre le bois de la croix en gémissant.Mais les cinglades se succédaient à vive cadence et les douze lanières heurtaient sans arrêt la chair bombée, laisant à chaque impact de larges bandes roses; elles épousaient les deux globes galbés, dessinant leurs striures güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri sur les moindres replis.Très vite une chaleur intense irradia les chairs de Thomas qui essayait de se tourner en tous sens, agitant ses jambes longues et musclées.Les trois spectateurs, la main sur leur pine bandante, admiraient, la gorge sèche, ce pantin de chair voluptueuse qui gigotait sous la vigoureuse fouaillée du Maître. Une atmosphère étrange de luxure se dégageait de cette grande cave.Maître Sébastien fut remplacé par Maître Paul alors que Thomas commençait à gémir sans cesse. Maître Paul avait pris un martinet de cuir à douze lanières longues et rondes.D’emblée, il flagella à vive cadence le beau cul offert dans toute sa plénitude.La cuisson plus vive de ses fesses fit se tordre Thomas en tous sens et il cria:-Nooooooooon!… Pluuuuuuus!… Maître!… Pitiiiiiiiiéééééé!… C’est assssssssez!… Je vous en priiiiiiiie!Il lui semblait qu’on époussetait avec force son cul si bien offert.Parfois Maître Paul fouettait de bas en haut et les lanières se plaquaient à la jointure sensible des cuisses et des fesses, amenait des ruades du garçon. Parfois, elles lèchaient les chairs en fouettant de haut en bas; parfois aussi, dans des mouvements convulsifs, les lanières, insidieusement, s’engouffraient entre les cuisses et heurtaient les intimités délicates, amenant un: “Aaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyeeee!” strident.Thomas n’en pouvait plus, sentait une brûlure intense à ses fesses meurtries. Une excitation terrible et surprenante s’était emparée de sa bite qui bandait totalement.Maître Sébastien alla vers la table, prit une fine et longue cravache terminée par une longue et épaisse languette de cuir, se plaça de trois-quarts, contempla le cul rouge pivoine dont les globes serrés s’écartaient parfois.Il lança sa cravache de bas en haut et la languette de cuir se plaqua sur le trou du cul.Un cri strident marqua le succès de la douloureuse cinglade.Thomas, horrifié, les sens en ébullition, sombra dans un rut mélangé de douleur. Il s’abandonna à ce mélange de souffrance et de volupté, le cerveau troublé, les yeux embués de larmes.Il ne s’aperçut bien après que seul Maître Sébastien frappait à coup secs et précis son anneau rectal, recommença à hurler:-Pluuuuuuuuuus!… Maître!… C’est horriiiiiiiiible!… Pitiiiiiiiiiéééé!…Maître Sébastien cessa l’horrible correction, fit un signe au jeune guide qui détacha Thomas et le fit s’allonger à plat ventre sur une table recouverte de cuir noir.Maître Paul vint devant la figure de Thomas, présenta sa bite épaisse et turgide à sa bouche, qui comprit ce qu’il attendait, mais garda bouche close.Une plainte marqua la première claque qui percutait ses fesses rouges, douloureuses et brûlantes, décernée par Maître SébastienThomas résista et cria alors que la fessée se poursuivait sur son cul en feu.Il céda, n’implora güvenilir bahis şirketleri pas, sachant que la fessée s’arrêterait quand ses lèvres auront pressé le gros gland durci. Il posa sa bouche tordue de souffrance sur la chair violacée. Au bruit des claques succèda le bruissement de la succion.Maître Paul savourait la domination du mâleThomas s’accrocha des mains aux hanches de cuir, suca la verge gonflée qui distendait ses joues tant elle était énorme.Rapidement le spasme monta en Maître Paul qui posa ses mains sur la chevelure blonde, enfonça son vit jusque dans la gorge et, dans un hoquet monstrueux, Thomas avala trois jets de sperme gluant et âcre.Il fut relâché, aidé à reprendre pied par le jeune guide qui le fit s’allonger à plat ventre sur un haut pouf de cuir noir.La bite de Maître Sébastien était gainée d’un préservatif de cuir noir, tout luisant de gel, et il se positionna à genoux derrière Thomas, lui ouvrit le cul et plaça son lourd et épais phallus tout raide contre l’anneau du garçon que le jeune guide avait graissé avec du gel.Tenant les fesses rouges bien ouvertes Maître Sébastien pesa de tout son poids et lentement, très lentement commença à s’introduire dans l’étroite ouverture encore douloureuse après la fouaillée de la cravache.Thomas cria d’emblée:-Ouaaaaaaaah!…Ouiiiiiiillllllllle!… Vous êtes trop groooooooos!… Ca n’entrera pas, Maître!Maître Sébastien réussit à franchir l’étranglement de la pastille et sentit son gros noeud pris dans l’étau de l’anus. Il s’accorda ainsi qu’à Thomas un instant de répit avant de donner des coups de reins pour faire pénétrer son énorme bite dans la gaine étroite de l’intestin.Sous les saccades féroces qui lui arrachaient des hurlements affreux, Thomas sentait le membre monstrueux entrer irrémédiablement dans son cul en dilatant atrocement son petit trou du cul qui semblait sur le point d’éclater.Le jeune guide vint près du visage de Thomas en larmes, le caressa, dit:-Ca y est!… Tu vas l’avoir en entier… Reste détendu, ne te serre pas… Elle t’encule parfaitement… Tu vas voir, elle va te combler.En effet Maître Sébatien réussit à introduire totalement ses vingt deux centimètres de bite dans le cul offert.Il accorda un temps de repos au garçon enculé, puis commença à se reculer, faisant crier Thomas:-Aaaaaaaaayyyyeee!…Ouuuuuaaaaaah!…Je suis… Déchirééééé!… J’ai maaaaaaaaaal!… Pluuuuuuuuuus!…Maître Sébastient se mit à encluer le garçon d’un mouvement rythmique et régulier, se branlant dans le cul du jeune garçon en larmes. Lorsqu’il se soulevait, son énorme membre de cuir était tellement serré par l’anus que les fesses de Thomas accompagnait le pal de chair qui les transperçait, c’était comme énorme boudin de chair.Thomas, dont l’orifice doit peu à peu se faire aux dimensions monstrueuses de l’engin qui l’enculait, a cessé de hurler, se contentait de geindre d’une façon lamentable, en sanglotant.Soudain Maître Sébastien poussa des halètements de bête fauve, donna des coups de ventre plus rapides, plus saccadés, plus violents, faisant crier à nouveau sa victime.Et il se mettait à juter dans le préservatif de cuir noir en s’affalant sur le corps de Thomas, épuisé lui aussi.

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ma copine AnnaJ’ai connu Anna au lycée. On s’entendait très bien toutes les deux. Anna était un peu plus petite que moi, une longue chevelure noire encadrait son visage presque adulte comme souvent pour les jeunes méditerranéennes. J’admirais sa beauté et l’enviais un peu d’attirer tous les garçons.Mais elle me répétait souvent qu’ils étaient trop bêtes. Elle était plus âgée que moi et pour fêter ses 16 ans, elle m’invita à passer la soirée et la nuit chez elle. Ma mère accepta facilement, Anna n’était pas une inconnue ni une mauvaise fréquentation.Je mis donc dans un sac ma chemise de nuit, ma brosse à dents et mon innocence pour me rendre chez mon amie. Elle vivait seule avec sa maman, dans une grande maison pas trop loin de chez moi. C’est elle qui m’accueillit avec un grand sourire. Comme Anna, elle n’était pas très grande mais je me souviens encore de sa poitrine.Il faisait chaud et sa robe décolletée offrait une vue magnifique sur ses seins lourds et bronzés. Elle ne portait pas de soutien-gorge et ceux-ci se balançaient de droite à gauche dans une valse bien organisée tandis qu’elle me conduisait dans la chambre d’Anna.La soirée fut charmante. Anna et moi avons passé de longues heures à discuter lorsque canlı bahis sa maman vînt nous demander de nous coucher. Une fois dans la salle de bains, nous nous sommes déshabillées. C’est la première fois que je voyais Anna nue. Elle avait un corps fin et des seins un peu plus petits que les miens. Ses poils pubiens abondants en faisaient déjà une femme.Comme j’allais mettre ma robe de nuit, elle me proposa de poursuivre le petit jeu que nous avions commencé. Ce genre de jeu où on s’invente des épreuves plus ou moins osées pour se prouver son courage. “Chiche que tu laisses ta robe de nuit ici et que tu montes dans la chambre toute nue.”Comme il faisait chaud, et que j’avais entendu sa maman devant la télé, je lui répondis ok. Je montai donc dans la chambre, sans faire de bruit. Anna me rejoint peu après, nue elle aussi. Elle poursuivit : “chiche que tu oses pas te mettre devant la fenêtre”. Sans hésiter, je me mets devant celle-ci, je prends même une pose aguicheuse, au moment précis où quelqu’un sonne.On éclate de rire, on se précipite toutes les deux sur le lit et on se faufile sous les couvertures en éteignant la lumière. Sa main se pose alors délicatement sur mon épaule, et elle me dit “chiche que bahis siteleri tu oses pas m’embrasser.” Je la regarde et je pose mes lèvres sur les siennes.Elle passe aussitôt la langue et commence à tourner celle-ci dans ma bouche. Je réponds à son baiser en faisant de même. Nos langues s’enroulent l’une à l’autre tandis que nous nous serrons l’une contre l’autre. Nous rallumons finalement la lumière et sortons des couvertures, où il commençait à faire très chaud.Sa main se pose sur l’un de mes seins et commence à jouer avec le téton. Qui durcit rapidement sous ses caresses. “Tu aimes ?” je lui souffle un “oui”. Elle n’en attendait pas moins pour m’embrasser à nouveau et envoyer son autre main vers mon intimité.”Caresse-moi” me demande-t-elle. Maladroitement au début, je commence à caresser l’un ses seins, puis elle prends ma main et la dirige vers son sexe. “Là”. Je passe un index dans sa fente pour me rendre compte qu’elle est aussi mouillée que moi.Je reproduis chacun de ses gestes. Sa main se pose sur mon clitoris et je fais de même. Nous nous masturbons jusqu’à l’orgasme, que nous essayons tant bien mal de garder silencieux. “Tu crois qu’on nous a entendu ?” lui dis-je. “T’inquiètes pas, maman reçoit bahis şirketleri ses clients. On peut faire tout le bruit qu’on veut.””Ses clients ?”. “Oui, elle les fait payer très cher pour qu’ils puissent faire des choses avec elle.” Je venais de comprendre le métier de la maman d’Anna. En tout cas ça avait l’air de bien rapporter. “Tu veux qu’on aille voir ce qu’ils font ?”Excitée à l’idée d’un spectacle que je n’osais imaginer, je lui répondis “pourquoi pas…”. Nous sortons donc de la chambre discrètement, nues et un peu folles. Des bruits montent du salon, dont nous nous approchons. Alors que nous essayons péniblement de voir quelque chose, nous sommes surprises par une voix derrière nous.”Alors les filles, on est curieuses ?” Déconfites, nous nous retrouvons devant un vieux monsieur qui nous reluque de haut en bas. Nous tentons de cacher nos parties intimes mais il ajoute “Si vous voulez que je reste muet, il va falloir me montrer un peu plus.”Nous nous offrons donc à sa vue et ses caresses. Il se contente de peloter nos seins, nos fesses et nous demande de nous embrasser. Ensuite, comme s’il ne s’était rien passé, il nous adresse un dernier sourire et il pousse la porte du salon, nous laissant avec des émotions bizarres.Nous remontons dans la chambre où nous passons une nuit peuplée de rêves étranges. Je repense souvent à ce monsieur dans mes fantasmes les plus secrets. Quant à Anna, elle a repris le commerce de sa maman…

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the neighbor needs my help pt5About a year before everything started with Joan. We started our own plumbing company. We needed a secretary to help around the office. Lynn had a great job and we did not think we could work together anyway so we called Sandy and Rick daughter Laura who was in collage and was looking for a job Lynn had always thought of her as the girl she never had they had stayed in touch so we hired her to work part time after school in the afternoons now Laura is 22 years old she is almost a splitting image of Sandy at that age Laura looks like she may have a little larger breasts than Sandy did but has that same fiery foxy red hair anyway I talked to her about Sandy once when we were alone she told me that Sandy had remarried some rich older guy but he was sick or something Laura had gone to live with Rick and did not talk to Sandy much every time I would see Laura dressed in some little thing I would wonder if she would be as much fun as her mom was but then I would think stop it you dirty old man she was like a daughter to you I would do anything for her she even called me uncle Jeff.One morning I got a call from a woman who said she is having problems with her pipes and could I come see if I could help. I told her that I would be there in an hour she gives me the address and hangs up I finish the job I was working on then stopped for lunch when I am working I wear coveralls with nothing under them it feels so good to hang loose anyway I find the address turn up the driveway there is a large house plus a guest or pool house off to the side I park walk up to the door. I ring the bell and when the door opens standing there naked is Sandy she can see the surprise on my face and smiles. I said what do we have here she says look here my pipes are leaking right down my legs. She had much larger boobs then before and I noticed that she had a cute little patch of red pubic hair along with that her clit being pierced with a ring thru it. She tells me get in here before somebody sees her like that she closed the door grabs me and French kisses me I pull her close kiss her back WOW. You just never know what any job may bring she tells me that she had talked to Laura and she told her about having my own company. She says wait here I will be right back she comes back with a beer for us each she tells me that she married this rich older guy. He had a stroke a while back and has been bed ridden so having sex was very tough she had tried but it but it was not the same. She talked to Laura and thought that she would look me up to see if I was interested in fucking her again as we drank our beers. I asked her about her breasts she told me that her husband loved big tits and wanted her to have larger ones so she had them enhanced they are now 36DD Wow what a change they looked huge. I just wanted to suck them she also said that she had her clit pierced it was something that she always wanted to do but Rick always told her no. She said that her new husband liked some hair down there she got us another beer. She told me too follow her out to the guest house that is where the problem needed to be fixed. She walked in front of me canlı bahis I noticed that she had a tattoo with an arrow right above her ass crack saying ENTER HERE all I could think about was fucking her in that great ass again. When we got to the guest house door she opened it as we walked in there were sex toys and sex stuff everywhere she told me that her husband had bought her the pleasure party company that she had worked for when we were seeing each other. Wow there must have been every type of toy anyone could ever want I asked her why this room was set up like this she told me that her husband was a swinger when she meet him. He got her into swinging it was not like she did not like to have sex anyway. I said okay what seems to be leaking she takes my hand shoves it up against her pussy she was soaked I give a little pull on the ring. She says here lets go into the bedroom there was a huge bed in the center with straps on all four corners she unzips my coveralls sees that I am naked and says oh hell yes. She jumps up on the bed and says please fuck me hard the way you always did I take off my coveralls climb up with her. She strokes and sucks me until I am hard she says I sure miss that big hard cock. I start to slip my cock in when all of a sudden she starts to cum she starts to scream oh yes fuck me fuck me harder. Then she wraps her legs over my back and tells me to fuck her harder and to fill her with cum she just keep cumming the whole time. After we had both came she says I am sorry it has been a long time and it felt so good she says I hope you will be able to work on my pipes again. She shows me around the rest of the house there are some very interesting items I tell her that I need to get going she tells me please come back for more anytime so off I go. Hopefully there will be more leaking never know about bad pipes.I am at the shop it was kind of slow so I was there working on my truck. Laura comes in crying I asked her what is a matter honey she tells me that her boyfriend Jimmy had told her that she was no good in bed. He said he was done with her I held her I said that he is just a dick anyway. I said lets go up to the house and have something cold to drink it was really hot out anyway she was wearing a cutoff t shirt top with tight shorts. When I was holding her I could feel those breasts I was pretty sure she did not have a bra on because I could feel her nipples getting hard when we got to the house I grabbed a beer for me and got her a coke. We went out back and sat in the shade of the patio she says Uncle can I ask you something. I said sure what she said that once when her mom and dad were fighting that her mom told her dad that I was the best fuck that she had ever had. I just smiled she asked will you teach me how to be good in bed please I can feel myself growing I think I can’t it just would not be right but we all know some times we can not stop ourselves when we should. I asked her what do you want to know she tells me that she has tried to give him head but just had a hard time. Jimmy just got mad I told her that I was pretty big that it would not be that easy but she said that she wanted to try. bahis siteleri I said okay I am going in and take a quick shower because I am all dirty from working. You need to stay here until I come back I tell her I will hurry. I get in the shower and start to clean up I dropped the bar of soap and when I turn around to get it there she is naked in the shower behind me she is the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen. I have known her since she was a baby but this was too much to resist she had firm breasts with small nipples She also had a full patch of bright red pubic hair her pussy lips were much smaller that Sandy’s. I said to her I told you to wait outside. She says I know but I wanted you to fuck me hard like you did my mom. She comes over to me and touches my cock which is not even hard yet she says that Jimmy was not even close to that big. She kneels down and is trying to put her mouth over the head. I tell her to wait until we are done then I will teach her the right way. She asks me if I liked her body all I could say was that anybody that didn’t want to enjoy her must have been pretty dumb. I reach down slip my finger up and down her pussy lips. I start to push my finger in she is so very tight so I ask her if she ever had intercourse. she says no then starts crying that she is still a virgin. I can only think that when Lynn and I started dating that she was a virgin also and it was pretty hard to get my cock into her tight little pussy. I guess I will just have to try again. I slip my finger in slowly and she says it hurts a little so I stop and we get out and dry off. We go into the other room and I tell her you know that nobody can ever know about this. She says yes I know she asks what do we do now I lay down on the bed and told her to join me. I told her to put her hand around my cock and to just slide up and down slowly at first then to pickup speed. I then tell her okay see how you are making it erect now put your mouth on the head. Now lick and tease it a bit she does and it feels good. I tell her now try to put more in your mouth as she does I can tell that her mouth is full already. She has only about half in she starts to slide up and down pulling it all the way to the head and then sliding back down she was doing a great job. I was starting to fell her go deeper each time I could tell I was not going to hold out long. I told her to stop she said what is a matter. I told her that I was ready to cum but that I was not sure if she would be able to handle it. She begs me please let me try. I told her when you feel it really start to throb pull out a little if you start to gag pull off she says okay. She takes my cock back into her mouth well it was not long and I could feel the cum rising so I told her here it comes. The first shot hits her mouth she pushes my cock all the way in and takes all of my cum shot after shot with no problem. When I am done she looks up and smiles. now I think that she was playing me that she has done this before. I tell her okay now it’s my turn I tell her to lay back and spread her legs wow her pussy was perfect I lick all around her without touching her clit. She is pushing bahis şirketleri her twat into my face so I reach under and slide a finger into her. I kiss her clit she starts bucking and squirming around I start to finger her and she is really wet now. I take my finger and start to rub her G spot. She pulls away and squirts all over the bed. She says I have never came like that so I ask her are you really a virgin. She tells me no but I did not want you to think I was a slut. I said no honey I would never think that. She says that she started masturbating when she was 14 and found out that she could squirt about a year ago by mistake with a vibrator. She asks me if I would fuck her I said I am not sure that it would be a good idea. She says please she says that she just wants to feel my big cock buried in her tight little twat. I can only think she must be just as wild as her mom. You can sure tell that they both have the same genes. I think that she must have been faking it when she said it hurt in the shower. She thinks she can take my cock. She says come on please so I get some K-Y lube and tell her okay. She sucks me until I start to get erect. I take some lube and rub it all over her slit. She is squirming all over so I stick my middle finger in her pussy. She sucks a little harder so I slide another finger in she push back against my hand. I slip another finger in and she starts cumming. I pull my fingers out and tell her okay let’s do this. I tell her that I will lay on my back and she can lower herself down on to my cock. she slowly takes it a little at a time as she does she tells me oh my god it feels so big. Once she has about 3 inches in she starts a steady rhythm and thrusts up and down. She screams out and explodes in a huge orgasm. She just opened up slide down until she was all the way in. I could feel her muscles contracting around me she was the tightest pussy I had in a long while. She bounced up and down just having orgasm after orgasm there was a splat each time she would bottom out. I reached up and started to squeeze her sweet melons in my hands they were so firm I had almost forgot what young breasts felt like. I asked her if she liked her nipples sucked hard. Her mom loved it and she said that no one have ever done it before. I took her nipple in my mouth and suck hard she screamed that it felt good. She was really going at it now and I knew I was going to cum. I asked her where do you want my cum she said fill my pussy when I did cum it was a lot more then I would have thought after all she had just gave me a great blow job not long ago. When we were finished she said thanks so very much that now she could tell Jimmy how great it was to fuck a huge cock. I told her that she could not say anything ever to anybody she asked if sometime I would teach her to do anal. She said that she has had a dildo in her ass but never a real cock. We got dressed she was still full of my cum I hoped that she would not leave a wet spot on her shorts. We went back out to the shop just as Lynn came home from work. Lynn asked how our day was and before I could say anything Laura says just great one of the best I have ever had I learned a lot. Lynn asked after Laura left for home what was that all about. I said oh nothing. Laura and I have not been together since but who knows what might come up after all she is one wild nymphomaniac just like her Mom.

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Une amie Amie de jeunesseCet été, je suis allé passer une semaine de vacances dans la maison de famille sur les plage Normandes …Alors que mon regard se perdait sur les beautés de ces plages, admirant le ciel, la mer, la plage et les maisons autour de la mienne, je vis une main s’agiter dans la fenêtre de la maison d’en face ….Intrigué, je répondais d’un signe de la main également, pensant que c’était la propriétaire qui m’avait connu adolescent, qui, me reconnaissant, me saluait gentiment….La surprise fut totale quand un visage se découvrit à la lumière : ce n’était pas la dame de 80 ans, mais le visage d’une femme de 40 ans environ…Intrigué, je suis sorti et j’ai traversé la rue …Me voyant faire, la jeune femme sorti également de la maison…Arrivés sur le trottoir devant chez elle, elle le posa la question : “tu me reconnais” ?”Bien sur que je te reconnais” répondis-je en l’embrassant tendrement sur les deux joues …Je l’avais connu il y a trente ans, elle avait à peine 18 ans, et nous avions couché ensembles pendant six mois, dont une nuit passée dans la chambre dont je voyais la fenêtre, et qui avait hébergé notre étreinte …”Tu es aussi belle que dans mes souvenirs” lui dis-je en l’appelant par son prénom …”Et toi tu as le même sourire” me répondit-elle …Après un moment de silence, elle ajouta : “tu viens prendre l’apéritif demain midi, on aura le temps de discuter”…?”Avec plaisir répondis-je”…La jeune fille que j’avais connue trente ans auparavant était devenue une femme superbe !Chevelure coupée au carré, brune méchée de blond, 1m70 rehaussée d’escarpins aux talons de 10 cm, pantalon blanc et chemisier de la même couleur, et le même 95 E que dans les souvenirs….Elle était tellement belle qu’il me semblait que je rêvais …Le lendemain, a 11h45, je sonnais à la porte d’entrée, avec un petit pincement au cœur.Quand elle vint m’ouvrir, elle avait troqué son ensemble blanc pour une jupe en jean boutonnée sur le devant, et un pull de coton blanc…Maquillée avec discrétion, elle était envoûtante !Elle le fit entrer au salon, et s’en alla à la cuisine…Quand elle revint, elle portait un plateau avec deux coupes, quelques toasts et un sceau à glace contenant une bouteille de Dom Perignon …”Tu aimes le champagne” demanda-t-elle…”Il faudrait être difficile” répondis-je en louchant sur la bouteille …”C’est pour fêter nos retrouvailles” précisa-elle ….S’en suivit une discussion retraçant nos vies respectives, nos enfants, nos regrets.., etc… .J’appris donc entre deux coupe de champagne et des toasts, qu’elle ne s’était jamais mariée, mais qu’elle avait un grand fils, qu’elle était devenue chef d’entreprise…Aux alentours de 13h30, le poulet froid et du rosé remplacèrent le champagne et les toasts…Puis vint le café, et la discussion se poursuivait …Nous avons évoqué nos souvenirs communs…., nous remémorant ainsi les moments intimes passes dans la chambre juste au dessus du salon…Nous étions redevenus des adolescents….Soudain, tandis qu’elle était assise à côté de moi sur le canapé rustique, il y eut un blanc dans la conversation.Était-ce canlı bahis la gêne d’évoquer des moments intimes ou simplement la nostalgie, peu importe…, le temps semblait s’être arrêté…N’y tenant plus, je me penchais vers elle et posais timidement mes lèvres sur les siennes …”Tu en auras mis du temps à te décider” me dit-elle en s’écartant.Puis elle mis une main derrière ma nuque et colla sa bouche à la mienne dans un baiser fougueux…Soudés l’un à l’autre, nous nous embrassions comme deux deux collégiens, elle me caressait la nuque tandis que ma main caressait sa hanche…Puis elle se leva et me pris la main, m’entraînant dans l’escalier jusqu’à sa chambre….Les souvenirs de l’endroit étaient lointains, mais il me semblait que rien avait bougé dans cette pièce, et que nous en étions sortis depuis à peine quelques heures …Nous nous sommes assis sur le bord du lit en souriant, puis nos bouches se sont collées à nouveau …Et c’est ainsi que nous nous sommes retrouvés finalement allongés sur le lit de notre jeunesse, elle me caressant la poitrine, moi sa hanche, be nous arrêtant de nous embrasser que pour reprendre notre respiration de temps en temps …Je sentais ses doigts sur mon t-shirt ses ongles crissant sur le tissus, tandis que ses lèvres douces sur les miennes me rappelaient tant de bons moments….Je glissai mes doigts sur sa taille fine quand, par un hasard délicieux, ils passèrent sous le pull en coton, redécouvrant la douceur de sa peau …En sentant la caresse de ma main sur sa peau nue, elle échappa un gémissement d’approbations…, aussi décida-je de continuer l’exploration de la peau de son dos …..”Attends” ordonna-t-elle…!Je redoutais qu’elle n’ait changé d’avis quand elle se redressa, mais à mon grand plaisir, elle fit passer son pull par dessus tête, puis dégrafa son soutien gorge avant de s’allonger sur le lit…Sa poitrine se tenait fièrement devant mes yeux, ravivant des souvenirs bien agréables …Ma bouche se posa sur son ventre et remonta pour embrasser ses seins lourds et fermes…..Ses mains caressaient mes cheveux tandis que les miennes commencèrent à déboutonner sa jupe …Mes lèvres aspiraient ses tétons, un soupir d’aise s’échappa de ses lèvres quand le dernier bouton de la jupe ceda …Le lourd tissus s’écartant dévoila une petite culotte en dentelle blanche, dessinant un mont de Vénus légèrement proéminent comme dans mes souvenirs…Ma main se posa sur le fin tissus et je me mis à caresser son sexe par dessus sa culotte, déclenchant des ondulation de ses hanches accompagnées de gémissements qui me rendaient fou d’envie ….Elle entrepris alors de m’enlever mon t-shirt…..Une fois torse nu, ses mains me malaxèrent le dos tandis que ma main glissait sous la dentelle pour caresser la chaleur moite des lèvres de son sexe …N’en pouvant plus, je décidai de quitter cette barrière de dentelle qui gênait nos élans …Ma bouche se posa à nouveau sur la sienne quand mes doigts prirent possession de son intimité, et s’enfoncèrent entre ses cuisses musclées …Elle se mis à gémir en ondulant du bassin comme si elle se faisait plaisir bahis siteleri sur mes doigts ….la main posée à plat sur sa toison soigneusement taillée, mes doigts la fouillaient, la faisant gémir de plus en plus fort …Soudain, ses gémissements se transformèrent en cris de bête blessée, et son sexe se mit à se contracter sur mes doigts ….Elle arracha mes doigts d’entre ses cuisses et se mit à les sucer frénétiquement …Puis, elle se redressa et déboutonna mon pantalon, et le descendit avant de faire de même avec mon boxer …Nous étions à présent tous les deux entièrement nus, comme trente ans plus tôt ….Elle se coula alors contre moi, comme une chatte, enroulant ses jambes autour des miennes, ses doigts caressant ma peau, sa tête blottie sur mon épaule, ses lèvres explorant mon cou. Puis, rapidement, ses baissiers explorèrent mon torse, puis mon ventre… lorsqu’elles atteignirent mon sexe couché sur mon ventre, et qu’elles commencèrent à l’embrasser, j’ai cru que j’allais exploser immédiatement !Une main caressait mes bourses tandis que sa bouche embrassait mon sexe…Puis cette bouche si douce s’entrouvrir, et mon sexe disparut doucement dans cette grotte chaude, en m’arrachant un grognement de plaisir…Elle m’administra ensuite une fellation délicieusement lente, sa langue venant tournoyer autour de la queue de temps à autre, sa bouche m’avalant jusqu’à la racine par moments, puis ses lèvres n’offrant leur délicate caresse qu’à mon gland avant de replonger vers mon ventre…Je la laissais faire, sans oser bouger autrement qu’en caressant son dos, ses épaules et ses cheveux ….Cette délicieuse torture dura un moment qui me sembla être des heures tellement c’était fabuleux…Mais elle finit par s’écarter de mon sexe dégoulinant de sa salive autant que de mes sécrétions, et embrassa à nouveau mon ventre, remontant vers la poitrine…Elle vint alors se glisser sur moi, frottant ses seins fabuleux sur mon torse tandis qu’elle passait une jambe au dessus de mes cuisses, finissant par venir à califourchon sur moi….Les lèvres de son sexe vinrent glisser sur ma queue, la caressant comme si elles l’embrassaient…Les mains dans son dos, je la caressais doucement, des épaules au bas des reins, puis descendant timidement jusque sur ses fesses ….Puis elle bascula son bassin et je senti mon gland écarter ses lèvres intimes ….Après quelques secondes de quasi immobilité de ses hanches, elle se redressa doucement, et je sentis la queue s’enfoncer inexorablement dans son sexe, déclenchant chez elle comme chez moi, un gémissement à faire pâlir d’envie…..Mon sexe s’enfonça jusqu’à ce que ses lèvres embrassent mon ventre…..Alors, elle se redressa et, posant ses mains sur ma poitrine, elle commença à onduler, empalée sur mon membre jusqu’à la garde ….Elle me faisait l’amour à son rythme, lentement, presque au ralenti, ne bougeant que les hanches que les mains caressaient en accompagnant ses mouvements…C’était tellement fabuleux que j’avais l’impression que mon sexe était une barre d’acier qui fouillait le moindre recoin de sa matrice ….Sa respiration était lente bahis şirketleri et profonde, par moment, elle laissait échapper un gémissement rauque…Elle finit par accélérer ses ondulations, et prenant appuis sur ses mains, elle se lit à monter et descendre, se penchant en avant pour m’embrasser tandis que son sexe glissait sur le mien, le faisant entrer et sortir de son ventre….Tout en lui rendant son baiser, je glissai mes mains sous ses fesses pour l’aider en la soulevant en cadence ….Soudain, elle se laissa tomber sur moi, bouche ouverte et, toujours embrochée sur ma hampe, roula sur le dos…Elle écarta largement les cuisses en refermant ses ses bras dans mon dos, puis ses mains glissèrent sur les reins quand je me mis à mon tour à lui faire l’amour avec la fougue d’un adolescent ….appuyé sur les mains, je m’enfonçais en elle quasiment à la verticale, la clouant au lit à chaque coup de reins…Ses ongles se plantaient dans la peau de mon dos, révélant son plaisir…ses mains se crispaient sur les reins tandis que ses gémissements se faisaient plus profonds…Une longue plainte sortit de sa gorge tandis que je sentis des contractions serrer mon sexe et ses ongles s’enfoncer dans mon dos ….Lorsqu’elle redescendit, elle se retourna et se mit à quatre pattes sur le lit, cuisses légèrement écartées, bien cambrées….Je voyais son sexe luisant de plaisir, ses lèvres intimes laissant apercevoir son bouton sorti de sa cachette ….Debout derrière le lit, je guidait mais queue d’une main et m’enfonçai à nouveau dans son ventre d’une poussée, déclenchant un nouveau râle de plaisir ….Accroché à ses hanches, je me mis à la besogner, mon membre entrant et sortant de sa grotte avec la régularité d’un piston ….Mes bourses claquaient contre ses cuisses tandis qu’elle gémissait de plus belle ….Puis elle se redressa, se cambra en s’accrochant d’une main à ma nuque, j’empoignai alors ses seins magnifiques pour les malaxer tout en continuant à lui faire l’amour avec douceur et gourmandise …….Ses tétons étaient durs autant que ses seins étaient souples et fermes dans mes mains ….Quand elle sentit que j’arrivais au point de non retour, elle se remis à quatre pattes, et envoya son bassin au devant du mien, recevant ma semence au fond de son sexe en râlant à nouveau en me sentant me vider en elle en grognant de plaisir ….Encore emboîtés l’un dans l’autre, nous nous écroulâmes sur le lit, couches en chien de fusil, ma main caressant machinalement un sein pendant que nous récupérions …Puis, elle se leva tandis que je basculai sur le dos, elle embrassa mon sexe souillé de sperme et de cyprine en disant : “tu l’avais manqué, merci de m’avoir offert tant de plaisir”….Puis me regardant, elle ajouta : “j’espère ne pas avoir à attendre aussi longtemps avant de te revoir”….Après une douche sage, nous avons échangé nos numéros de téléphone, et elle m’a dit : ” j’ai rendez-vous à Paris vendredi et lundi, et je reviens mercredi, tu seras encore la” ???”Helas non, je rentre samedi”…répondis-je.”Ah …? Alors bon retour, et on reste en contact par SMS”….J’ai traversé la rue et suis rentré chez moi, la tête pleine d’images érotiques, et impatient de la revoir ….Je me demande si, trente ans après, marie et très amoureux de ma femme, je ne suis pas également toujours amoureux d’elle ……

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