Desires Reborn

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Big Dick

I leaned back and allowed the soft sounds of the big jet’s engines to carry me away from the stress of leaving my wife and daughter behind as I started a new job. It was the opportunity of a lifetime and I thought that I had been eliminated until one evening I received a call to return for another interview. The long and short of it was that they had a position to offer me, but it was halfway across the country. They would pay relocation expenses after ninety days, but I advised them that there would not be time to relocate my family prior to their requested start date. After some negotiations, they agreed to find me a studio close to the office for the first ninety days to allow us to find a house and make the necessary arrangements.

I laid it out for my wife and daughter and got mixed emotions. The daughter, of course, did not want to move and I didn’t blame her, I mean she had lived there and gone to school there all of her sixteen years. My wife finally encouraged me to accept it because, as she said, we would be empty nesters in three or four years and the financial gains were too great to ignore.

So here I was, flying off to a new future without my family. I’d been to the new office twice and after a few dead ends, had found an executive studio fifteen minutes from the office that would do just fine until I decided which direction I would take in regards to my family. The cab dropped me off and he wished me good luck and I was off and running.

After about a month of inconsistent meals, and trying to adjust, I began to settle into somewhat of a routine. One evening, I wasn’t up to fixing a TV dinner so I decided to go out. The area around the apartment is primarily a gay and lesbian area and most of the restaurants tended to be filled with the younger crowd. They were incredibly loud and crowded. I was also somewhat offended by some of the blatant affection that was exhibited there. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not anti-gay at all, I just believe that the place for that is not in a restaurant or bar. I feel the same way of heterosexual activity in public. Kissing, hugging and fondling are just fine within limits. In fact, I love to watch a young couple that is so obviously in love.

There was one place a few blocks away where the crowd was older, less boisterous and more comfortable. It was a bar but they had excellent food and the music wasn’t so loud. The two owners, Dennis and Archie, had made a point of introducing themselves and learning about me. In fact, they picked up the tab a couple of times. I found a table and worked on some notes while I waited for my food to arrive.

A short time later, a man came over, introduced himself as David Walters, and asked if he could sit down. I pushed my notes aside and motioned to the empty chair.

“Dennis suggested that I get to know you,” he said. “I understand that you’re a writer.”

‘I guess I’d be considered a rookie or something,” I replied. “I’m not close to getting anything published.”

“I just can’t seem to get the hang of it,” he said. “I get started, and after ten or twenty pages, I hit a brick wall.”

“I have a couple of books that may help you if you’re interested,” I offered, “but it sounds as though you would do well to consider a short story, at least for the first few attempts. There are lots of reasons for hitting the wall. Once you identify the problem, then you know how to address it.”

He bought my dinner and a glass of wine while we talked. He was in upper management with a manufacturer of computer related products. He also played piano at the bar occasionally just for relaxation. I asked if he could play something for me and I asked if he knew the Moonlight Sonata. He smiled and said that it was one of his favorites.

“They aren’t crazy about it here,” he said, “not many classical music buffs in this place. Would you care to hear it?”

“I’d love to,” I replied, “I haven’t got my music or video collection here yet and I miss hearing it in the evening.”

The instant he started playing, there was a chorus of complaints from the customers but I stopped everything and sat there, enthralled. Eventually I got up and walked over to watch him play, his long slender fingers caressing the keys with effortless skill. He smiled up at me as he played, and I smiled back, but then I closed my eyes and allowed the sounds of the piece carry me away. I was snapped back to reality when he finished to a smattering of applause, most of it mine.

We went back and had a few drinks together before I had to call it an evening. As we enjoyed each other’s company, he asked me if he could ask me a very personal question. I couldn’t see the harm, since I didn’t have to answer if I didn’t want to.

“I know that you aren’t gay,” he said, “but Dennis was telling me about your one adventure into the world of homosexuality. I understand that your first was not a pleasant experience.”

“I wish that I knew how to answer that without sounding naïve or stupid. You have to understand that I was quite young and inexperienced and I think that I was almost grateful that the rapist cared enough casino oyna to take his time. couldn’t understand why I didn’t resist and why I wanted to see him again. It took several months with a bi-sexual couple to help me understand myself.”

“Why didn’t you stay with them?” he asked.

“They moved, and he was getting too aggressive anyway. He was looking for a bitch and I didn’t want to be his bitch or anyone else’s. I’ve never tried it since then. That’s been over thirty years ago.”

Over the course of the next week or so, we became very good friends. He would always play something for me and I would talk to him about his writing efforts.

It was time to renew the agreement for the studio and I couldn’t decide what to do. We had decided not to move permanently but instead, I would find a larger apartment and when my daughter went off to college, we would look for a place here unless this job didn’t work out. At my age of forty-five, I didn’t want to look anymore if I could help it.

As I ate dinner one evening, I was flipping through the pages of an apartment listing when David joined me, as was our usual routine.

“Are you having any luck?” he asked.

“Not really,” I replied, “I don’t have time to go out apartment hunting but I guess that it’s what I have to do. Maybe I’ll take an afternoon just for that. I don’t know when that will happen, but I’m not homeless, at least not yet.”

We finished our meal and took our drinks to the piano bar. He played some of the light pop stuff that the customers liked and then he played one of Mozart’s piano concertos. He sure knew how to push my buttons. He finished and I bought him a drink.

He was quiet for a moment and then he put his hand on mine, something that I don’t remember him ever doing. “Rich,” he said, “I have a thought.” He put his hands together and put the fingers to his lips as if praying.

“I’m sure you do, Dave,” I light-heartedly replied, “perhaps more than one.”

He smiled. “Always a clown when you don’t need one. I was wondering if you would take a ride with me?”

“Are you taking me across state lines for immoral purposes?” I asked.

He didn’t reply, but got up and headed for the rear entrance. I knew that he had reserved parking in the back lot so that was no surprise. We headed north, driving into a rather exclusive area before he pulled up in front of a large condo complex and waited as the gate opened to the garage area. He led me to an elevator and opened it with his key card. Inside the elevator, he put his key card in and punched in several combinations of numbers. In no time at all, we were at his floor.

I stepped into the living room and stood there with my mouth open. The entire wall was glass with a fantastic view out over the lake. Off to the right was a large kitchen area a dining area that could easily accommodate twenty guests.

“Let me show your around,” he offered. He led me toward a long hall, stopping first at his office. It was very masculine with hand rubbed mahogany desk and matching wall unit, and bookcases. He had an excellent taste in literature. The carpet was lush and soft in a tan with a very light cinnamon pattern. His computer area was very neat and organized, with a fax machine and copier right next to it.

Next to the office was a nice sized bedroom in neutral colors, although still with a definite masculine touch. It featured a king-sized bed and dresser in dark walnut with matching bedside tables and lamps, A large matching computer desk stood on the one wall flanked by walnut doors that led to a huge walk in closet. The door on the opposite wall led to a private bathroom with Jacuzzi and four-headed shower. The wall that was opposite the shower was all mirrors. A large skylight flooded the room with the light of the setting sun and gave it a warm, friendly feeling.

“Notice that there is a lock on both bath and entrance doors that is locked from the inside,” he said. I was beginning to see why we were here although I half expected it when he invited me to go with him.

There was another guestroom across the hall with full bath and then we came to his bedroom. It took up the whole end of the apartment. He told me that the king-sized bed was custom made to provide for a full foot of additional width and almost a foot in length.

“I like large furniture,” he explained, as he showed me his custom made furniture, all in hand rubbed mahogany. He could have made another bedroom out of his closet.

We went out onto a patio that ran the full length of the building. A hot tub stood at one end and several table and chair set-ups were scattered the length of the area. He told me that a covered unit was a wet bar and another was an entertainment center.

We went back into the living room and he fixed us some drinks.

He sat, facing me as he leaned forward. “Listen Rich,” he said, “I’m not sure that I read you right but I’d like to offer you the use of the first bedroom so you can get out of your apartment. I’m not asking you to sleep with me but this place gets awfully lonely at times. I have to canlı casino keep up a certain image for my job but as you can see, this place is huge.

I don’t want anything except your companionship and maybe some help in the kitchen once in a while. We have full maid service, including laundry and dry cleaning pick up and delivery. You would have the run of the place, no exceptions, and if you choose to entertain, we can come up with a code to protect your privacy”.

It was too good of an offer to refuse so we sat down and tried to anticipate any problems. We both snore so that was a wash. We are both very clean types so that would not be a problem. “I have to warn you though, that I do walk around naked a lot,” he said, “I always have so it isn’t meant to be a temptation or solicitation.”

“That’s fine, because I enjoy that myself, especially right after a shower.”

“I assume that you masturbate,” he said. While I wasn’t expecting it, I wasn’t shocked by it.

“Of course,” I replied, “and I assume that you do as well.” He nodded in reply.

“Are you loud?” he asked.

“Only when it’s really good,” I replied, “sometimes when I’m watching a really good video.”

“We’ll have to compare our collections,” he said with a smile.

We couldn’t think of anything else so he handed me his spare key card and a card with the codes on it for the security system and the elevator. “I’ll give you the garage opener when I reserve your space tomorrow. I’m glad that you accepted my offer.”

When he dropped me at the apartment, we agreed that I would move in that weekend. He took my hand in his and I didn’t refuse it.

Saturday morning, I heard a knock on my door and opened it to find several men standing there that I recognized from the bar. “Dave hired us to move you,” one of them said. “We’ll have you in by tonight.” They were professional, fast and careful. I left to get some beer and when I came back, they were ready to leave. “See you at the new place,” he said, “Dave is meeting us there.”

I stopped to buy Dave a bottle of good wine and a thank you card. By the time I got there, the truck was unloaded and gone. I walked into my room and stopped short. A new computer system sat on the desk, the bed was made, towels were in place and everything was finished.

Dave laid his arm on my shoulder. “I hope you like it. The things that we moved that weren’t needed will be in the storage locker and you can get whatever you need at your convenience.”

“Dave,” I said, “I had a pretty decent computer. You shouldn’t have done that.”

“There are two things that you need to know about me Rich.” he said. “I have more money than most people have ever seen and I love to spend it. If I didn’t make another dime, I could live in luxury the rest of my life. I work because I love what I do, not to pay the rent. I like buying things for people, not to show off, but because I’m like a kid in a toy store. Living here is like Christmas year around, but I do not, and I sincerely mean this, I do not want you to reciprocate. Just let me have my fun. Besides, I get computer equipment for next to nothing.”

He showed me how to access the message system so I could leave him messages and he could leave some for me. I had five private e-mail accounts and unlimited internet service.

We spent the rest of the day growing into each other and ended it with cocktails on the patio.

I had trouble sleeping that night and even my usual masturbation didn’t relax me. Sometime after 2 a.m., I drifted off but tossed and turned all night.

He woke me at 9:00 the next morning, inviting me to breakfast. I showered quickly, slipped my robe on, and wandered in to a great meal. He’s a good cook, that was apparent and he enjoyed doing it.

“That’s probably the best breakfast that I’ve had since I left home,” I told him.

“Thank you for your kind words,” he said, “sometimes I just crave a good breakfast.”

As we talked, I noticed that he stared at my robe. I looked down to see that my robe had loosened and my privates were on view. I thought about pulling it closed but remembered our conversation about nudity around the apartment. He said nothing about it, but I felt those eyes on me until I finally went to get dressed.

After lunch, he decided to go play tennis and I had to catch up on my e-mail and my writing. About three hours later, I heard the elevator coming up so I poured him a drink and sat it on the bar. He came in, sweaty, his hair mussed, and went to take a shower, taking his drink with him. He came out nude and flopped into his favorite chair. I fixed him another drink and handed it to him. I couldn’t get my eyes off of his beautiful cock and balls. I estimated him to be eight and a half inches and quite thick. Even flaccid, it was a cock to envy. It was also a cock that could, and did, awaken feelings long since forgotten.

I suddenly became aware of a growing pressure in my slacks and I sat down quickly to conceal it. We discussed his game and what we wanted to do for dinner. He put on some good music and we just relaxed. After a kaçak casino while, he sat his drink down.

“Rich,” he said, “let me make a suggestion. I know that you didn’t sleep well last night and sometimes it helps if you leave your door open to get better circulation. If your worried about me watching you jerk off, don’t be. I’ll be too busy getting off myself.”

I was so hard that it hurt just thinking about him watching as I pounded my way home. I leaned back and relaxed as my hard-on just became more obvious.

For some reason, I opened my eyes. Standing out from his lap was this fantastic hard-on and his fingers were lightly stroking it as he sat there with his eyes closed. I watched, transfixed as the blood engorged knob slid in and out of his hand, his long fingers drawing the skin back with a firm grip. He began to make soft moaning noises and I licked my lips subconsciously as the first drop of pre-cum appeared in the slit. He leaned back into the chair and lifted his hips up just as a final stroke sent his semen flying in spurt after spurt that landed on his chest, stomach and legs. I found myself wanting to lick every drop from him, but I held my hunger in check.

He left the room to clean himself but returned shortly looking a bit flushed.

“I apologize for that, Rich. I just wasn’t thinking about you being here.”

“You needn’t apologize, Dave,” I said, “I kind of enjoyed the action if you must know.”

“I know,” he replied, “I was watching your cock rise. I’ll bet that it’s hurting right now.”

I looked down at the tent in my slacks that was indeed, painfully struggling to escape.

“Why don’t you go take care of it?” he asked, “or better yet, let me watch just like you watched me.”

My fingers had been rubbing against the knob and I didn’t know what to do. It was as if someone else were getting up from the chair and stripping off his pants and briefs. I hadn’t been with a man for years, and here I was, not only naked, or nearly so, but willing to masturbate in front of him. I sat back down and began slowly stroking up and down the pole. He handed me some tissues and I leaned back and moved into it, pumping faster and then groaning as my balls began to swell and then I exploded, missing the tissues with my first blast and getting it on my arm. I milked it down and waited to be sure it was done before going in to clean myself up. As I passed his chair, his finger flicked out over the cum on my arm and I looked back to see him licking it off.

About a week passed without any further incidents and then he went out of town for a couple of days. I found myself fantasizing about him all the time. Like a lovesick child, I even jerked off in front of his mirror one afternoon. I could see no point in pretending any longer. I was pretty sure that he knew and I finally accepted it.

When I heard the elevator announcing his arrival, I stripped and went to my room. When I heard the doors close, he went right to his room. I heard him place his suitcase on the bed and waited. A few minutes later, I heard him start his shower.

I walked in to his room and saw him as he entered the shower. He turned his back to the spray and I quickly opened the door to step in with him. He stood there for a few seconds, looking at me.

“I hope I’m not misinterpreting this,” he said.

“You know what I want Dave, and I know what you want. I’ve thought about it and fantasized about it all week. Now I want you inside of me.”

“I can’t believe it,” he said, “I had hopes and visions, but I can’t believe that you’ll allow me in there.”

I had his cock in my hands, slowly stroking him to full erection. He turned me around to lean against the wall of the shower. He spread my feet wide and moved against me.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

By way of reply, I thrust my ass against him, feeling his big cock against the crease of my ass. It had been so long that I had to be loosened but he did it gently and smoothly. I wanted more every time he rammed those long fingers home.

I felt the approach of his big knob as he spread my cheeks wide. He was so gentle that there was only a second or two of pain before it slipped past the sphincter and began the journey into my bowels. I winced a couple of times as he moved deeper but refused to complain or cry out and he moved ever so slowly until he filled me with his cock and I felt his balls against my ass.

He began with smooth, slow strokes, long and deep until I begged him to fuck me harder. For a long time, he moved faster, pushing into me each time and then I heard his breathing become more labored and I knew that he was close. he began jamming me harder and harder, faster and faster until he forced my cheeks wide open and rammed into me with a force that brought tears to my eyes. Bam, bam, bam, four time, five times, six times and then he pushed in and pulled me to him. I felt his cock pulse and felt his hot come spray my rectal walls. He stayed inside sp I pumped my ass into him just enough to keep it hard. Then he pulled it out and we got out of the shower. He pushed me to the floor where I pulled my knees up and opened my ass to him. He pushed into me again and fucked me hard until he finally came again. My ass hole was tender from the pounding it took, but I didn’t want him to stop.

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I always thought my Aunt Susan was hot.

Susan is my mother’s younger sister, and kind of a carbon copy of my mom. She is four years younger than my mom and they had always been close. Both attractive, around the same height, maybe 5’5 or 5’6, and both with the same dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and slim, in-shape bodies. They both looked quite a bit younger than their actual ages.

I grew up in a single parent home with just my mother Terri and my sister Anna, who is a year older than I. My name is Chad. I never knew my father.

From the time I was young my Aunt Susan paid a lot of attention to me, and I reciprocated. We got along very well and our repartee was always light and fun, with subtle teasing and flirting. She would say things like I was going to be a real lady killer when I got older, and I was going to have to beat the girls off with a stick, things like that, just to see me blush, and she was never shy about kissing me. When I was a little boy it was just innocent kid stuff, but when I reached puberty I realized that she was an attractive, sexy woman. Throughout my teens I would see her on all the major holidays and would often fantasize about her.

I turned eighteen the week I was to head off for my first year of college. My mother threw a birthday/going away dinner for me and Susan was there. Her husband Ed was off somewhere on business per usual and did not attend. After dinner we were all sitting around talking and sipping some wine and the subject of my music came up. I had a little recording console in a room in the basement and would create and record my own music.

“You’re writing your own music?” Susan asked. I nodded.

“Oh yes,” my mom said. “It’s quite good too, you should listen to some of it. He spends hours and hours down in that room making music.”

I looked at Aunt Susan and asked if she would like to hear some of it. She said that she would.

She followed me downstairs and into my music room and I closed the door behind us. I flipped on a small gooseneck desk lamp that lit the room in a soft glow. I fiddled with knobs and put on a piece of music. It was a sultry, seductive, slow bluesy, swamp rock kind of tune with moaning, harmonized guitar and sax licks.

I watched her face as she listened. The song was one of my best, I thought, emotional and played with feeling. I was interested in how she responded. She listened intently and stood stock-still. She said she liked it.

After several minutes of my mood music I circled around and came up to her from behind. I put my arms around her just below her breasts and placed my lips gently on her ear. She stiffened in a rigid form but didn’t stop me right away. I kissed her ear and then her neck. She relaxed a little bit and placed her arms over mine. I moved a hand to her breast. She let me cop a quick feel before she slowly pulled my hand away.

“Chad, no, we can’t…”

She turned to face me and tried to push me away but I held her. I pulled her close and kissed her. Her lips parted just enough to accept my tongue and we lingered for a moment before she pushed me away.

“No, Chad, stop, its wrong.”

“It’s not wrong,” I said. “I’ve been jerking off thinking about you. I’m hard as a rock right now!”

“Chad, I’m thirty-six years old, you’re eighteen. We can’t. Besides…”

She started smoothing her cotton sun dress. I could see her hardened nipples behind it.

“Besides what?” I asked. Her big baby blues looked right through me.

“I have to go,” she said, and opened the door and walked out.

I went off to college and became pretty busy, and didn’t see Susan much over the next year, just once at Christmas. But in the fall of my sophomore year a distant cousin was getting married and we were all invited to the wedding. The wedding was taking place in a town about a hundred miles away so we all reserved rooms in the hotel where the reception was to be held. My mom would share a room with my sister Anna, Aunt Susan and Ed would share a room, and I would have a room to myself.

There was a dinner on Friday night, and the wedding was to be Saturday afternoon, followed by the reception. At the dinner Friday night I noticed that Ed was missing and asked Susan where he was. She told me that he had to work late but would arrive Saturday for the ceremony and reception.

After the dinner some of the party went to the hotel lounge to hang out and drink, myself, Mom, Anna and Susan included. As the alcohol loosened us up, soon everyone was joking and having a good time. Susan and I were again flirting playfully. The crowd thinned gradually and eventually my mom and Anna said they were going to turn in, and left.

I wasn’t ready for bed yet, so I invited Aunt Susan to stay for one more drink and she agreed. The place was almost empty and everyone who might know us was gone. We sat at a small table in a corner. We caught up on things like her job and my school, and she of course teased me about girls. We reminisced about other things too.

“Remember that time in your music room? Your music was seductive, casino siteleri and the way you touched me: It felt good, but so wrong.”

“I’m not going to stop wanting you just because you say it’s wrong,” I said. Her eyes were now glued to mine.

“I know,” she said softly.

I leaned to her and kissed her mouth and she opened up to me. Our lips parted and our mouths meshed into one, our tongues swirled and danced in a slinky pirouette. My hand went to her breast and her hand immediately grabbed mine. The shaking of her head unraveled our kiss.

“No, Chad, we can’t.” She gathered up her purse to leave. “I have to go.”

“Take me with you.”

“No,” she said. “I’m going to leave now. You stay here and finish your drink. Knock on my door in half an hour. We can finish talking about this then.” Then she slugged down the rest of her drink and strutted out of the room. I admired her ass every step of the way.

Thirty minutes later I knocked on the door of her room. The door opened just wide enough to let me in, then closed behind me. Susan stood before me, her hair damp from a shower and plastered close to her head. She wore nothing but a large, white hotel towel that was knotted at her side and it hugged her body from just above her tits to just below her groin. I wanted to chew the towel off of her.

She gripped my hands in hers. “This has to be our secret,” she uttered softly. “If anyone ever knew you were here…”

I took her in my arms and kissed her forehead and her temples and her nose and her mouth. “You want me as much as I want you, don’t you?” I said, half short of breath.

“I know it’s wrong,” she said. “But I can’t help myself.”

Our mouths collided in a burning rush and our tongues resumed their tango that had started in the lounge downstairs. My cock was hard as a rock. Her hands went to my belt and she savagely unbuckled it and then ripped open my zipper as she backed me to the bed. I sat down as she yanked down my pants and boxers in one fell swoop.

“Oh. My. God.” she exclaimed.

I grinned. I guess she didn’t expect to see a nine inch cock on my narrow 5’11” frame.

“Oh my god,” she said again. “I don’t know, I may have bitten off more than I can…”

I cut her off by putting my finger to her lips. “Suck me,” I said.


She dropped to her knees before me and kissed my cock and licked my balls and vice versa. I massaged her scalp and she slipped one hand between my legs.

“I’ve wanted this for so long…” I said. “Put it in your mouth…”

I can’t describe the bliss I felt when she finally took me into her mouth. Her mouth was smallish but she managed to take half of it in. Her lips and tongue were magic and her hands were experienced. She moaned and made sloppy, slurpy sounds as she sucked. We found a steady groove as I softly swung my dick into her mouth and her head and hands kept pace.

“That’s it… Suck that cock.”

We increased our intensity and I held the back of her head as I rammed my cock into her, reaching for the back of her throat. Years of my pent-up desire didn’t take long to emerge and soon I knew I was close.

“I’m gonna come, Aunt Susan,” I grunted.

I discharged a load of cum into her mouth like none other I could remember. It was hot and I felt it rise up, exploding through my shaft and burn on the way out. She took it in her mouth and held her ground through my seizure-like shudders.

When my body finally stopped shaking she was still on her knees. She looked up at me and with the last of my cum on her lower lip, and said, “Chad…whenever we are…uh…just call me Susan.”

She unbuttoned my shirt from the bottom up and we took it off. She stood up before me and untied the towel and it dropped to the floor. Finally I was staring at the alluring body I’d craved and would jerk off thinking about. She stepped closer and put her hands behind my head and pulled my mouth to her swollen right nipple.

Fresh from her shower, she was squeaky clean and smelled lightly of citrus, good enough to eat. And that is what I planned to do. I pulled her onto the bed beside me and she sucked my tongue into her mouth, any lingering resistance now gone, and our hands roamed freely over our electric flesh. I kissed her neck and sucked her stiff nipples and my fingers found their way into her clammy clatch. She moaned with joy.

“Yes…” she hissed, “You’re finally going to have me. How do you like that, Chad?”

I mumbled something with her tit in my mouth. She grunted when I pushed my hand deeper into her.

“Ugh… I can’t believe I’m letting you do this, Jesus, do you have your whole fucking hand inside me? Ugh…”

I moved my face closer to her open twat and as I four-fingered her I chomped down on her enlarged clit. It was already evident to me that Aunt Susan didn’t mind it at all if things were a bit rough.

“Oh shit, Chad, that’s it Honey, suck me Baby. You came in my mouth, and now, ugh, I’m going to come in yours, ugh…and then you’re going to stick that big fucking cock in me canlı casino and fuck the shit out of me… Oh God…Oh shit…”

I kneaded love her knob with my lips and tongue as I drove my face into her. I pulled my sloppy right hand out of her slippery slot and moved it to her left tit and she instantly grabbed it and put my slick fingers into her mouth. Her groin started a tight, intimate dance with my face as her other hand pulled my head closer. And we danced…

“Oh shit, here it comes, Baby,” she hissed, grinding into me. “Eat my pussy, Honey, I’m coming Baby, oh yes, are you ready?…oh fuck…”

As she came into my face she was pounding my head with her midsection and sucking the skin off two of my fingers. She came in a vibrant rush and I swear she could have spray-painted the far wall if my head hadn’t been there to stem the flow. She howled and growled and dug me until her thrashing finally ebbed to softer spasms.

“Oh God, Chad fuck me…” she implored.

“Not yet!” I said.

I flipped her over on her stomach in one fast move and climbed on top of her and whispered in her ear.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love your ass?” I said. “Your foxy ass has been driving me crazy, and now it’s mine. I’m going to lick your fine ass.”

“Oh, God,” she sighed as I moved down behind her into perfect position.

For the next twenty minutes I licked the rim of her bunghole and tongue-fucked her ass as she moaned and grinded her sweet butt into my face. I spread her cheeks with my hands and stuck my tongue as deep into her ass as I could reach and savored her tasty walls as her sphincter teased my tongue. Her cries were loud and often and muffled by a pillow.

“Oh God, Honey, I can’t believe this,” she groaned. “No one’s ever done this to me before…”

That made me want to work even harder so I slipped a hand between her legs and back into her slippery snatch. That produced a louder grunt of surprise and pleasure and she immediately placed her hand on top of mine and directed my fingers to her hardened love hammer and worked herself with my fingertips. She moved her midsection in a soft, sexy swing, back and forth, alternately drilling my face with her ass and my fingers with her hungry cunt.

My cock was aching for her so I moved up in position behind her and slipped it into her from behind. Our first fuck was going to be doggie style. She squeezed my wiener with her warm, wet bun and I pumped her as hard as I could. She yelped into the pillowcase with every push and within a minute or so I could feel the pressure rising inside me. I drilled her over and over and she kept shrieking, her sopping pussy full of cock.

“Oh shit, what a fuck…” she said. “Ugh, oh fuck, what a cock.”

“I’ve always wanted to fuck you like this,” I hissed in her ear.

“Me too. Ugh.”

“And now I’m going to come.”

“Me too. Ugh.”

I growled like a Grizzly as I dumped my second load deep inside her, spurt after spurt, and Susan moaned into the pillow case. As soon as I pulled my oily driveshaft out of her garage she rolled onto her back and pulled my face to hers for a long, sloppy kiss. There was a puddle of her cum on the sheet where her pounded pussy had been. We kissed and talked dirty for a few minutes before drifting off to sleep.

Sometime in the middle of the night Susan got up and went to the bathroom. She was in there for a few minutes, I heard the toilet flush and the water running, and I started stroking myself and soon was hard again. She opened the bathroom door a split second before she flipped off the light and I caught a quick glimpse of her sexy naked body as she headed back to bed.

The room was pitch black. Once she was back under the covers beside me I reached over and grabbed her hand and placed it on my concrete cock.

“Hmmmm…” she said.

I rolled on top of her and fed my dick into her thirsty slit.

“Yessss…” she said.

We fucked nice and long and slow at first and no words were spoken, just coos of contentment. I picked up the pace and poked her harder.

“Yes…” she said again.

My lips found hers in the inky darkness and we deep-throated tongues as we fucked harder still. Her noises were trapped in my mouth as I drove my train into her tunnel. When my grunts got louder she fucked me harder, knowing what was soon to come. She let out a muffled scream and bit my tongue when I stuck a couple of fingers into her ass. Our mouths parted but the fucking continued unabated.

“Sorry,” she said, grinding me.

“You like my cock inside you?” I asked, pounding her.

“Yes,” she said, grinding harder.

“You like my fingers up your ass?” I said, pounding harder.

“You’re gonna make me come again.”


I gave her a couple more hard swings and there it was, rising up through me and into her. I grunted loud and hard and drool dripped out the side of my mouth as our bodies shook.

After I pulled my dick out of her and rested beside her I heard her chuckle.

“What’s funny?” I asked.

Oh kaçak casino nothing,” she replied. “Just another puddle on the sheet for us to dodge. But we really need to get some more sleep. Or I’ll look rode hard and put away wet at the wedding tomorrow.”

“Nah,” I said. “You’ll be the hottest babe in the room.”

“Well, thanks. It’s fun being your whore for a night.”

We didn’t say anything more, but I thought: a night? She’s thinking one night? I had other plans.

In the morning I was returning from the bathroom when Susan’s cell phone rang. She had wrapped the towel around herself and was sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked at her phone.

“It’s Ed,” she said. “Ssshhh…”

I was quiet for a while as they talked, but still being naked, I decided to have some fun and began walking around playing with myself while Susan tried not to look at me or laugh or get mad. I gathered from her side of the conversation that Ed would just meet her at the church and then they would drive back to the hotel for the reception. That was good…he wouldn’t be barging into the room on us…so I decided we would have some more fun.

Soon I was quietly dancing in front of her with nine inches of hard cock bobbing inches from her face. Her face alternated between evil frowns and stifled smiles as she tried to finish her call before losing it. She turned away but I grabbed her towel, yanked it off and tossed it across the room. I got onto the bed and from behind her back took her breasts in my hands. She tried to wriggle free but I held her tight and kissed her neck.

“Okay, Hon,” she said into the phone. “I’ll see you there. Bye.” She ended the call and stared at me with a stern look on her face. By this time I was sitting beside her on the edge of the bed.

“Now, don’t you get mad,” I said, “Or I’ll kiss you.”

She laughed even though she didn’t want to, and she kissed me.

“You are so bad,” she said. We kissed again.

“So are you,” I replied.

“I know.” Then she scooted down onto her knees and sucked my cock.

She gave good head. I held her hair between my fingers as I swung my missile into her mouth. I felt her finger creep into my ass. She filled her mouth and throat with my member and when she knew I was ready to roll she backed off, and then, with just my helmet in her mouth she sucked with all her might, bringing out of me a raucous yell and multiple shots of my love rum.

She rose before me and emptied her mouth of cum onto her nipple and I licked it off.

“Try to stay hard, boy, it’s my turn,” she said, as she sat on my cock facing me. She stared in my eyes as she moved up and down in sweet friction. I put my hands on her buttocks.

“Yes…” she moaned. “Play with my ass.” I squeezed her cheeks and leaned my fingertips into her crack. “Inside…”

I rammed two fingers into her hot hole and she hugged me tight. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…” she kept repeating as we fucked, fucked, fucked. Then I felt a rush spill out of her and over my cock and balls as she collapsed on top of me. We didn’t move for a while.

The wedding went well, and soon after we were back at the hotel in the reception hall. It was a large group, perhaps 200 or so, and we were all at the same table: Me, my mother, my sister Anna and Susan and Ed. The food was fine, the music was good and everyone seemed to be having fun. Susan tried not to look at me but when we did make eye contact she gave me a serious look. Everyone was asking everybody else to dance. I danced with my mom, my sister and a bridesmaid, so it only seemed natural to ask my Aunt Susan to dance, so once Ed was off talking business with some guy I grabbed her hand and pulled her out on the dance floor.

After we were dancing for a minute or two I suggested that we go up to my room.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that!” she said.

“No, I’m serious,” I said. “Let’s have some fun. Meet me in my room and we’ll have a quickie.”

“Chad, please stop. I’m married, you know. I can’t walk out of a wedding reception, I think my husband might notice, don’t you?”

“Ah, shit, that old fart? He’s over there drinking with the boys, look at him. If we’re quick, he’ll never know you’re gone. And if he asks you, just tell him you went to the ladies room and got to talking with the girls.”

“You are crazy, you know that?”

“Yeah, crazy about you.” Then I put my mouth to her ear and said, “It won’t take long. I want to fuck your ass with my tongue.”

She pulled back and said, “You really know how to sweet talk a gal, don’t you?”

“I know what you like,” I said, grinning. The song ended and we began walking back to our table.

“I know,” she said softly.

“I’ll be waiting for you,” I said, and walked away.

I went to my room and waited. Each minute dragged along slowly. After about twenty-five minutes I had just about given up on her when I heard a gentle tapping on the door. Through the peephole I saw it was Susan.

I opened the door and she slipped inside. The door closed behind her and I took her in my arms and kissed her hard. Her mouth seemed to resist at first, but not for long; soon she opened to me and my tongue was in her mouth, and then I felt her arms around me, and the kiss became long and savage and she moaned softly.

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As Jodie took hold of Karen’s knees, Karen started feeling shy again — she had never spread her legs for another woman other than her gynecologist, and she was acutely aware of Miss White, who was sitting there still fully clothed. But she did not resist when Jodie began to push her knees apart.

Jodie felt a rush of excitement as she looked down at Karen’s mouthwateringly luscious pink pussy, festively framed in red hair, then back over at Miss White. Jodie was beginning to believe she had been born to give pleasure, and now she would able to please Miss White by pleasing Karen. Truly, hers was a blessed life.

Planting a kiss on the inside of Karen’s knee, Jodie felt the older woman tremble in response. She started kissing her way up the smooth, soft skin of Karen’s leg, the rich, musky smell of Karen’s juices growing stronger as she moved closer to its source.

Jodie intended to spend a long time teasing Karen before she dove in, but her will soon grew weak. Next thing she knew her tongue was gliding across Karen’s pussy lips, then slipping between them. Karen let out a groan and sat back further in her chair, opening her legs even wider and closing her eyes in bliss. It was possible that nothing had ever felt as good as Jodie’s tongue felt inside her just then. Then Jodie slid a finger in as well, and that felt even better.

Karen had been very keyed up and it didn’t take Jodie long to make her come. As the spasms rippled through her Karen felt like little explosions were going off in every part of her body. Jodie sat back on her haunches, happily licking Karen’s nectar from her lips.

When Karen opened her eyes she was looking straight into Alexis White’s. Those steely gray orbs were a little scary — not sinister, exactly, but they seemed to be looking all the way down into Karen’s soul, seeing her innermost thoughts and deepest desires. Suddenly Karen felt exposed, though she was already completely naked with her legs spread wide apart.

Jodie still had a finger inside Karen; her pussy had already been very wet but now it was drooling, the juices running down onto the fabric of the chair. Karen’s eyes stayed locked on Miss White’s, unable to look away, until Jodie resumed licking her; then she let her head fall back and floated away again on a cloud of euphoria.

Some indeterminate time later, when casino oyna Karen finally opened her eyes once more, she seemed to be alone. Last thing she remembered she’d been coming for the fourth time, or was it the fifth? Apparently she had passed out for a bit. Or had the whole thing been a dream? No, here she was — stark naked in an unfamiliar hotel room, her body still vibrating with post-orgasmic ecstasy.

Then Alexis White appeared, now wearing a white bathrobe. In her left hand she held a belt that she had attached to Jodie’s collar as a makeshift leash; Jodie followed behind her on hands and knees.

Seeing them, Karen felt a sudden rush of warmth and gratitude. She felt that she desperately wanted to somehow repay all that she had been given. She was stammering incoherently, trying to put this feeling into words, when Miss White put a finger to her lips to silence her. “It’s OK, honey. I understand.”

Miss White took Karen by the hand and helped her up. Then the two of them walked together to the bedroom, Jodie crawling along behind. Karen’s heart was pounding; she knew that she had now surrendered herself completely to Miss White’s will, that whatever limits might previously have applied were now a thing of the past.

Miss White guided Karen onto the bed, where she lay face up on the cool, soft sheets. As she leaned over to unhook the belt from Jodie’s collar, Miss White whispered something into the younger woman’s ear that Karen couldn’t hear. Jodie nodded and smiled.

After climbing up onto the bed, Jodie took up a position astraddle Karen’s head. And so for the first time in her life, Karen found herself looking up into another woman’s vagina. She swallowed and tried to muster her courage. Jodie’s pussy was beautiful in its way — brown hair trailing down into dark lips, with a hint of inner pink visible underneath. But Karen was intimidated; she knew nothing about pleasuring a woman, and Jodie had been so skillful.

Watching Karen hesitate, Miss White’s instinct was to go over there and just shove her head up into Jodie’s crotch. But she told herself to be patient, and in fact she was rather enjoying the look of innocent perplexity on Karen’s face.

Finally Karen lifted her head, extended her tongue, and took a first tentative lick at Jodie’s vulva. She enjoyed the way Jodie quivered in response, and canlı casino found the taste intriguing. She had tasted her own juices second-hand plenty of times, but this was different somehow — exotic and complex, familiar yet strange. She went back for another taste, running her tongue along Jodie’s furrow, feeling a deliciously naughty thrill — she was actually doing it, she was eating her first pussy.

Jodie gradually sank down until Karen’s face was completely covered by her crotch. It was only then that Miss White sat down on the bed, spread Karen’s legs apart, and bent down between them. Having contained herself for so long, Miss White went at it with gusto, eagerly lapping up the redhead’s juices before thrusting her tongue deep inside. Taken by surprise, Karen moaned up into Jodie’s cunt.

Jodie was now holding on to Karen’s breasts, grinding her pussy down hard onto the older woman’s face. Her tits bounced wildly as she rode Karen’s tongue, trying to get some friction on her clit, a little frustrated with Karen’s inexperienced clumsiness. Finally she reached down and began to rub herself, and soon she was climaxing, gushing liquid onto Karen’s face as Karen also came again from Miss White’s ministrations. Jodie’s orgasm was a massive one, and she leaned back against the headboard for support, feeling lightheaded and weak.

After taking a minute to compose herself Jodie climbed off Karen, who lifted her head to see Miss White standing at the foot of the bed. Her robe was hanging open and protruding from her pelvis was what appeared to be a very large penis. Karen did a double take; was Alexis White a transvestite? True, there was something vaguely masculine about her demeanor, but to all appearances she had seemed quite female.

After a minute Karen figured out that the phallus was artificial, and that it was supported by a harness that wrapped around Miss White’s hips. Innocent that she was, this was something she had no experience of. She stared at the thing for a moment, fascinated, and then she suddenly realized what Miss White had in mind. She gulped. This was an unexpected turn, and she felt both a twinge of fear and a sudden yearning emptiness between her legs.

She could have said no. She could have stood up and walked away. Instead Karen lay there meekly as Miss White crossed to the side of the bed, rolled Karen kaçak casino over onto her stomach, and lifted her hips so she was on her knees with her ass sticking up into the air.

Karen braced herself — she’d only ever been with two men including her husband, and neither of them had been particularly well-endowed. But Miss White was gentle with her, slowly easing the bulbous head inside, and to Karen it felt heavenly — and better and better as she was gradually penetrated further. She’d never felt so full before, and she began to eagerly push back against Miss White, being stimulated inside in new and delightful ways.

Miss White whispered to Jodie, who nodded and slid underneath Karen, lapping at Karen’s clit as Miss White fucked her while at the same time reaching one hand over to finger Miss White through the gap in the strap-on harness. Stimulated by Karen’s response, Miss White took hold of the redhead’s hips and began to pound her in earnest, drawing a little moan or grunt with each thrust. After a few minutes, Miss White could tell that Karen was near climax — but somehow or other, despite Miss White’s best efforts and the help of Jodie down below, she couldn’t quite get there. Maybe the angle of penetration was wrong, or maybe she’d been desensitized by all the orgasms she’d already had.

Suddenly Miss White was struck with an inspiration. She raised her hand and quickly administered three forceful open-handed blows to Karen’s rear. That did it — Karen let loose with a deafening howl and began to shake all over. She went limp and with her knees no longer able to support her, she pitched forward onto the bed, leaving the strap-on thrusting into nothingness, wobbling slightly before gradually falling still.

As she extricated herself from underneath Karen, Jodie could sense that Miss White needed her. Shimmering over between Miss White’s legs, Jodie adjusted the strap-on harness for better access to the older woman’s clit, and gently sucked the hard little nub into her mouth. Now it was Miss White’s turn to scream. She was not quite as loud as Karen, but completely uninhibited and even a little undignified. It was possible that Jodie had never seen her come so hard. She sank down onto her side next to Karen, the dildo now dangling lazily across her thigh.

Later, when Karen finally left the suite to return to her own room, she was walking funny but had a big smile on her face. She wasn’t going to get much sleep before her flight, but she had finally had her Las Vegas adventure — a night she would never forget.

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My name is Donal Liam Padraig O’Sullivan. If you read it with your best Irish lilt, or perhaps using your leprechaun impression, it rolls off the tongue easier, and accurately conveys my lineage. I’m lucky that even my parents didn’t call me that tongue twisting moniker… unless I’m in trouble. Otherwise, I was just plain Danny. Yes, I’m Irish.

And no, I’m not… at least, not really. I’m Canadian, and so are my sisters, and my parents, but that didn’t stop my parents from naming us all in the Celtic tradition. My grandparents are Old Country, as are my Great Grandparents, a few of whom are still alive, and one Great Great Grandmother. I suppose, when you follow the good Catholic example of spawning enough children to start a family sports team, there will be survivors, and if a muti-generational family reunion were to happen… well, we’d need a lot of chairs.

With five older sisters, twenty cousins spread across five maternal aunts and one uncle, and 18 more from my father’s side, we were nearly a nation of our own. I gave up trying to figure it out beyond my great grandparents… It was giving me a headache. Let’s just say the O’Sullivan genes were well spread out across the world.

It got a little more confusing around our house than mere numbers. My mother is the oldest of my grandparent’s children, and she met Dad, married, and had my eldest sister just after turning eighteen. It must have spurred my grandparents into action once more, and they had one more child, a girl, about a year after. By the time I came along, about five years, two single and one pair of twin girls later, my Aunt Siobhan was at our house so much, I really thought she was my sister.

I don’t remember much about my father, as he died shortly after my second birthday. Maybe the strain of trying to produce a male heir was too much, after so many girls. Whatever the reason, I grew up in a house full of women, the only testosterone in a sea of estrogen.

I absolutely loved it. Being the youngest, and only boy, I was doted on by my all my sisters, my aunt, and my Mom. There was very little sibling rivalry that I recall… at least, not directed toward me. As my sisters grew up, there was some friction within the female members of our family, but I was blissfully uninvolved.

Often, I was like a fly on the wall, completely unnoticed. Oh, the things I saw.

I don’t know if you’ve spent much time around that many females at once, but during the morning rush, it can be like backstage at a Las Vegas revue, with women in various stages of undress flitting all around. Towels were dropped, and naked women were everywhere.

Of course, most of the women weren’t really women yet, just barely older than I was, but Mom sometimes forgot I was around. She wouldn’t be competing in any swimsuit competitions anymore, but as the first adult woman I ever saw naked, her plump, rounded curves and big tits made a lasting impression. Soon, Fiona, my eldest sister, started to take on some of the same attributes, and that’s when doors started getting closed around the house. My time as an honorary sister reached its end. It was nice while it lasted, even if I didn’t really know what I was seeing.

I think that’s about the time Vonnie and I grew closer. Yes, I’m talking about my aunt Siobhan, which is pronounced ‘Shavon’ for most people, despite the distinct lack of a ‘V’ anywhere in the name. I called her Vonnie, and as I said earlier, she spent a lot of time at our house. Only two blocks away, and closer in age to my family than her own, she was like my sixth sister, and had a different attitude than my real sisters.

Her own brother… my uncle Cillian, was seventeen years older than her. Her closest sister was twelve years older, so she was every bit as much an afterthought as I was, as low boys and girls on our respective totem poles. I suppose it’s natural we should become good friends, and the five year gap between us didn’t seem quite so wide.

Vonnie was going through the same changes my sisters were, but she remained my friend throughout, without the uncomfortable weirdness I was getting from Fiona, Maire, Muireanne, Shelagh, and Gael. As Fiona blossomed into a beautiful carbon copy of Mom, complete with the red hair and blue eyes, Vonnie became a similar version of her own mother, my grandmother. Her hair was a little darker, but the resemblance to both her mother and sister was obvious.

I believe that this is about when I discovered the laundry hamper. Six… or occasionally seven… women go through a lot of panties, and I noticed the aroma that all those soiled undies were producing. I was entering puberty myself, and for some reason unknown to me at the time, the smell of pussy made my cock get very stiff. I discovered that rubbing my stiff cock felt really, realllllllly goooooood, so I would do casino oyna it every day. It was fun.

Mom didn’t think it was so much fun, though, when she caught me one day, a pair of Fiona’s panties in one hand, under my nose, and my rock hard dick in the other. Appalled, she banished me to my room, and changed the laundry procedures in the house to cut off my supply of aromatic underwear. Without the extra stimulation, masturbation lost some of its appeal, but the genie was out of the bottle, and I couldn’t unlearn jerking off.

I could learn to lock the damn bathroom door properly, however.


I’m not really sure how Vonnie found out about my private bathroom activities. It might have been overheard gossip, or maybe she just figured I was the right age, and made the logical assumption. I mean, we may all have been named like we were still in the 19th century, but we were a thoroughly modern family, and knew what was what.

She had this way of teasing me about it… if it had been my sisters doing it, I would have been mortified, but she made it a fun tease. She called it ‘playing with my boy stuff’, kind of a gentle reminder that we were different, even if she was my best female friend. It always ended with a hug, just to let me know it was not meant maliciously.

The playful banter took on a new dimension one day, when she was inducing a blush by razzing me, as usual. We were alone… she was very careful not to give fuel to my sisters. It was our little game, and she didn’t want it to become too emotionally painful. It was supposed to be fun, but the bomb she dropped on me made it much more than merely play.

She was doing her best, turning me bright red with questions about when I last ‘played with my stuff’, and she looked around, making sure we were alone.

“You know, girls do it too,” she smiled. I was confused, and it must have shown, so she clarified. “You play with your stuff, and we play with ours. I play with mine all the time.”


We were thoroughly modern, but Mom had a modern solution to keep her children from growing up too quickly. She took parental security codes to a level I didn’t know existed, so I wasn’t as knowledgeable about the mechanics of sex as some of my friends. The thought that girls did… that… to themselves was new.

New, and exciting. That image was front and centre in my mind during my next opportunity to play with my stuff.

Despite Mom’s best efforts, my sexual education had begun. I was twelve, and at a time when most boys were learning from each other or the Internet, I had a much more interesting source. A much softer, and more attractive source.

My friend, who was more like a sister to me, but wasn’t, because she wasn’t.

No. She was my mother’s sister.

My aunt Siobhan.


Things remained status quo for a while. Vonnie was nearly eighteen, was dating other boys, and was still my best friend.

She was also still my teacher, and would drop the odd tidbit here and there. Nothing too overt, and nothing I couldn’t get from the Internet, if I could find a way around Mom’s password codes… but delivered as it was from a female perspective, I found it fascinating.

Her friendship had also given me more confidence around girls. Yes, she still teased me, and always held the upper hand, but coming from her I didn’t mind as much. My sisters held their power as a way of putting me in my place, but Vonnie was playing when she did it. It was our private game, and she obviously enjoyed it as much as I did.

Anyway, that confidence came bubbling to the surface one day when she was at our house, just after her birthday. She was officially a woman now, but that didn’t change anything between us. She popped in on me in my room, but before she could begin her normal routine, I beat her to it.

“So, how about you tell me when you last played with your stuff?” I asked, with a smile and a gallon of bravado.

“Oh ho! Look who just grew a pair!” Vonnie laughed, her blue eyes sparkling. “Okay, Mr. O’Sullivan… It was yesterday, and it was lots of fun!” she giggled, then gestured to me. It was my turn.

“This morning, and I had fun, too,” I laughed back. The confidence was like a narcotic, and made me continue without thinking. “It would be better with something to sniff, um… oh, never mind.”

I could feel my face glowing, and turned away.

“Danny?” she said softly, touching my shoulder. I turned back to face her. “It’s alright. Nothing new under the sun. We girls do smell good, don’t we?” She wrapped me in a big hug, letting me know my apparent perversion wasn’t going to chase her away. She held me longer than usual, my head against her chest. It was so soft. A certain part of me was headed toward the other end of the scale, so I turned my hips, hoping she wouldn’t notice. She released me, and left with a different look on her face, like she was thinking.

At the nearest opportunity, I made a bee-line for the bathroom.


For my thirteenth birthday, Mom got me my canlı casino first cell phone. In it, she had already programmed her own cell number, and those of all my sisters, who had received their phones on their thirteenth birthday.

There was one number missing, and I asked Fiona if I could borrow her phone to get it. She just smiled, and handed it to me, letting me look up Vonnie’s number myself. I gave it back, and typed the information into my device.

I was so proud. Getting my phone was a rite of passage in our house. It signified trust, and growing up. I wanted to call someone special for my first call, and there was only one person who qualified. I pressed the button.

“Hello?” I heard from the other end.

“Hi. It’s me,” I giggled, then clued in. Maybe she didn’t recognize my voice, so I clarified. “It’s Danny. I got my new phone!”

“So I see,” she laughed. “That’s great, honey. I’d love to talk, but I’m a little busy right now. Can I call you back?”

“Um, sure,” I replied, “I guess I don’t really have much to say anyway. Just wanted to try my phone, and wanted you to be my first call.”

“That’s so sweet, honey. I promise, I’ll call you back later, okay?” she said softly.

“Okay,” I nodded. “Goodbye.”

Just before the line went dead, I thought I heard a voice ask “who was tha…” It wasn’t a girl’s voice.

About ten minutes later, my phone made a noise. I picked it up. My first text message. From Vonnie.

Sorry about that, sweetie. I’m on a date. I’ll call you when I get home, and I’m definitely coming to your party this weekend. Congratulations, little man!

I read it twice. On a date? Well, that explains it. I wasn’t sure what ‘on a date’ meant yet, but it sounded important. Maybe she’d explain it when we talked.

Okay. Thanks. I typed, and hit send.

I waited for her to call back, but I fell asleep before she did.


The phone was laying on my pillow, right next to my face, so when it buzzed, it woke me easily.

“Hello?” I answered, even though I knew who it was. Who else could it be?

“Hi Danny!,” Vonnie chirped. “I’m really sorry I couldn’t talk before. I was with my boyfriend. It took a while to explain to him who you were. He’s the jealous type. He thought I had another boyfriend on the side, so now he doesn’t have a girlfriend.”

It took me a few seconds to decipher that one. She had dumped him because of my call.

“I’m sorry, Vonnie. I didn’t mean to cause trouble. I just…”

“Danny… honey,” she interrupted. “I didn’t tell you that to make you feel guilty. It’s not your fault, so don’t worry about it. I’m actually glad I found out now that he’s a jerk, before I got emotionally involved. Thank you.”

I had no idea what to say next, so I said nothing, hoping she would save me.

“I guess that makes you my only boyfriend,” she laughed. “Do you like older women?”

“All the women I know are older women,” I smiled, in a moment of sudden adolescent maturity.

“Wow! You really have grown up lately, haven’t you?” she howled. “That was funny!”

I laughed along with her, feeling close despite the distance between us. A whole two blocks.

“I should go, honey, but I’ll see you Saturday at your party,” she said softly.

I really liked the idea of being her boyfriend, even if I didn’t know what it meant yet.


Things started changing around our house during the next year or so. Fiona got married and moved out before I turned fourteen. The twins were both gone by the time I turned seventeen, and my youngest older sister, Gael married shortly after that, leaving only Shelagh and myself at home with Mom.

More changed at home than just the roster of residents. For example, I grew up. Literally.

My father hadn’t been overly tall, or at least, not that I recall. When you’re a kid, everything is relative. When everyone is that much taller than you are, you only notice their height compared to each other. This fact was made worse by the fact that I was a small child. All my sisters seemed to be blessed with the long legs of a gazelle from birth, but I was the little brother, in every sense of the word.

All that started to change just after I turned thirteen, as my growth spurt finally arrived. For the next three years, I was a clothing manufacturers dream, growing out of pants every three or four months. I went from just under five feet, and about 100 pounds, to just over six feet, and nearly 180.

Through it all, Vonnie and I remained close. She had her life, of course, and several boyfriends, but I remained her one, constant, special friend. Our conversations, almost every night, were those of best friends, not nephew and aunt.

Vonnie became my tutor again, coaching me through my earliest relationships with girls. Little more than crushes, really, but she helped me understand the female point of view, especially when the point of view excluded me. She was like a mother, my own age, or at least a lot closer to it, and she was much easier to talk kaçak casino to.

I even returned the favour when her most serious relationship imploded, holding her while she cried, then telling her how beautiful she was, and what an idiot he was. I’ll never forget her kiss of thanks…on the cheek, but still so tender and memorable.

I found myself getting emotionally attached to her. It was difficult to remember she was my aunt.


My eighteenth birthday was special. I suppose that’s pretty obvious, with the whole ‘legal age’ thing, but mine was more so.

As often happens, my actual birthday fell midweek, but there was no way our family was doing a midweek party. Too many aunts, uncles, cousins, sisters and grandparents to pull that off, so the party would be a belated affair. That didn’t stop my friends from taking me out for a small gathering, however, and my sister Shelagh had a wrapped parcel for me when I got home.

“Siobhan dropped this off for you,” Shelagh said quietly. “Happy birthday.”

I looked at the package… a box, wrapped in bright paper, with a ribbon around it. A card was attached, and I opened it first.

“Call me before you open this,” it said, along with the usual best wishes. “No matter what time it is.”

Okay, you got it. I thumbed my phone into life, and scrolled down the list to Vonnie, then pressed the button. A few seconds later, I heard her familiar voice.

“Hi Danny, honey,” she purred. “I was wondering if I would hear from you tonight. Shelagh said you were out with your friends. Did you have fun?”

“Yeah, I suppose,” I replied. “Just a few of my classmates taking me out for a burger and some fun. Nothing much happened.”

“Any girls there?” she asked. “Any hotties after your body now that you’re legal?”

“I wish!” I laughed. “Just one girl tonight, the girlfriend of one of my buddies, and she’s not that hot,” I explained. “What’s with the gift? Does this mean you’re not coming this weekend?”

“Oh no,” she giggled, “I’ll be there. You’ve got a birthday kiss, and a big hug coming.”

Mmmmm, a Vonnie hug… almost as soft as a Mom hug, and a whole lot more fun. She had developed the same big, voluptuous chest as her sisters… I mean, Mom and my other aunts. Actually all my sisters were pretty similar, as well. This house would be filled with big, soft breasts this weekend, and I’d probably get hugs from all of them. Little wonder I was a breast man.

“I just thought this gift would be better without the crowd,” she continued. “Actually,” she laughed, “I don’t think either of us wants to open this in front of anyone else.”

“Huh?” I asked, not following her point.

“Just open it. You’ll see,” she directed.

Okay. I plucked at the ribbon, which gave way, and allowed me to tear the paper open. A box, yes, that much I guessed. I popped the tape at each side, and lifted the lid.

It was a book, one that I had been looking for. I had an interest in vintage warbirds, and this book catalogued the various models of the iconic British fighter, the Spitfire.

“Vonnie! This is perfect! Thank you so much!” I gasped, then wondered, “Why wouldn’t I open this in front of anyone? It’s a great gift.”

“Well… It’s not alone in there,” she said softly. “Look under the tissue. I got you something you’ve wanted for years,” she added cryptically.

Women! Why can’t they just answer a question? I thought, rummaging deeper. Why does everything have to… be a… Oh my god!

There, between the layers of tissue paper, was a clear zip lock bag. I picked it up with trembling hands. Inside… oh god… inside was a… a pair of panties! I gasped.

She’s either psychic or she heard me, and knew I’d found the special gift.

“I remember someone saying they wanted something to sniff while playing with their stuff,” she giggled. “You still play with your stuff, don’t you?”

“Um, yeah,” I gulped, holding the bag up. They weren’t just panties ; they were sexy panties, black, lacey, and quite brief. “Are these yours, Vonnie?” I asked, picturing her in the tiny garment.

“No, I stole them from a strangers house for you!” she laughed. “YES! Of course they’re mine! I wore them for two days, just to make sure they’d last a while… you know, so you could play more than once. Speaking of which… did you play today?”

“Uh… no actually,” I stumbled. “Did you?”

“Mmmmm, yes,” she growled. “Twice. So I guess you’ll be wanting to go now, huh? Have fun, honey.”

The phone went dead.

My cock, on the other hand, was definitely alive. It had begun to awaken when I saw the panties in the bag, and gradually hardened throughout the conversation. Now it was harder than I could ever remember it being, and very, very uncomfortable in my pants. She was right ; I was heading to the bathroom, right now.

One advantage to being nearly the last one left in the house was that bathroom time… for any reason… no longer needed to be scheduled on a seniority basis. There were two full baths and a powder room to choose from. Since it was late, and both Mom and Shelagh were asleep, I chose the powder room downstairs, as far away from them as possible. Sure, I’d be as quiet as I could, but why take extra chances?

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Auntie Fun after the Pool

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I was swimming in my pool one afternoon enjoying myself. School had just ended the week before so naturally I just wanted to swim during the hot summer days before I had to start college.

“Ethan! Mind if I join you?” I heard a voice say.

I look out of the water and standing by the pool is my aunt Danniel. She is wearing a red bikini that show off her large breasts and great butt. Danniel is the mild of my family always getting the guys, so her and my mom were always fighting back in the day but now my mom is married and Danniel was but got a divorce.

“Ethan!?!” Danniel says again.

“Oh sorry auntie, yeah you can come in.” I say still admiring the way her body moves.

“Nice to see that I can still get some attention from the men.” She says.

“Oh sorry I didn’t mean to start but you look great auntie” I say back to her making sure she sees me admiring her body.

“You’re so sweet.” Danniel says and I can see her cheeks turn red. “how was your last year of high school? Are you glad to be out?”

School comes easy to me I was always good at learning so I finished with a 4.0 and plan to go to college and get my medical degree. My aunt hasn’t really been here the last few years since she was traveling the world, so she is staying with us for the next week or two to catch up with my mom.

“Yeah I glad to be out but all I want to do is relax now.” I say

“I bet.” She says laughingly, “I was the same way.”

“Anyway I have to get out I have to type up a résumé for a job interview I have coming up so I will see you later.”

“No problem I will see you tonight for dinner yeah?”

“Yeah see you tonight.”

I get out and go to my room which has an overlooking casino siteleri view of the pool so make sure to keep my blinds open, you know just for some looks. I sit there and look at my aunt swimming down below, her but jiggling as she kicks in the water. What am I thinking that is my aunt I shouldn’t look at here that way. So I get to work.

———30 min later———–

I am working on my computer when I start hearing some sounds coming down from the pool. I automatically think my aunt is drowning so I rush over to my window to see. Sitting on a lounge chair is my aunt with one hand in her vagina and another under her top rubbing her nipple.

I sit there and watch while my penis grows. I am hard looking at my aunt who is masturbating down by my pool. So I rush off to the bathroom to take care of my business.

That is when it starts, I start having dirty dreams of me fucking my aunt and loving it. I would go into her room and peep at here taking a shower but never getting a clear view of her 34 DD sizes breasts.

One day I was out swimming again when I start think of my aunt in dirty ways. I thought of here sucking my cock and doing things to me which I should not be thinking of because it is incest.

“You know you might want to take care of that.” I hear someone say.

I look over and standing there is my aunt and I have a tent in my trunks right now.

” Oh my god I am so sorry auntie, you should not be seeing this.”

“It’s alright boys will be boys, what are you thinking of a girlfriend or something?”

“Sort of”

“Sort of what is that supposed to mean”

“Nothing it means nothing, let me go take care of this.” I say and rush off to my canlı casino room

I sit on my bed stroking my cock think of Danniel doing it to me, when all of the sudden she bursts in the door.

A look of complete shocks comes over both of us as she sees my dick and I see her seeing my dick. I immediately cover up.

“What the hell auntie, what are you doing!”

“You were taking too long so I came to see what the problem was.” She says, “I am so sorry, but WOW.”

“What do you mean wow you should not have seen that.”

“It is so big though, you must pull so many girls.”

“I am your nephew you shouldn’t say that.”

“Listen I know you look at me in the shower so you must obviously want me so why don’t I help you out.”

I was so taken back about what she said I just sat there motionless. She knows how does she know I made sure to be secretive she can’t know. But as I look up I see here nipples are hard under here swimming suit and I just get harder under the blanket.

Danniel just calmly walks up and pulls the covers down. My 8 inch dick pops out and she just stares at it and I stare at her.

“Danniel this is so wrong we shouldn’t be doing this.

“On the contrary this is so right, I have wanted to do this for so long,” she says as she grabs my rock hard penis and starts to stroke it.

It feels wonderful you can tell she is experienced she takes nice even stroke knowing when to squeeze and when to not. Then she does something I wasn’t expecting she puts the whole thing right in her mouth.

I feel her young swirling around my dick it is the best feeling I have ever felt. Most girls I dated weren’t up for oral sex so I never really had the chance and this kaçak casino was the best first time anyone could of had. Danniel takes the whole thing in and hold sit there then back out and repeats all while looking at me with her beautiful brown eyes.

“Oh this feels so wonderful” I say as I moan.

“But I am about to cum”

I can feel it coming and I don’t want to do it in her mouth so I start to pull out but grabbed me and held it there. I came and she took all of it.

“Wow that was great but know I want you to fuck me in the pussy and pleasure me, make me cum Ethan I want you to cum inside me.”

So I grabbed her and laid her down on the bed pulling her swim suit off. She spread her legs and had a look of great desire on her face wanting me inside her.

I slowly pushed my penis inside her taking in all the feelings of her wet pussy around me dick. She squeezed her vaginal muscles making it harder for me to go in. In felt so good so I started to faster and faster beating my dick inside her. Danniel moans and moans once in a while letting out a scream loving what we were doing.

“Oh Ethan you feel so good I love this don’t stop please go harder, harder , HARDER!!” As she screams

Then I feel her juices as she cums on me. It was the best feeling I have ever felt. It was the best sex I have ever had. She turns me over and rides me as we continue fucking.

“I am going to cum again auntie!”

“Do it do it in me I want to in me!” She yells.

As she is riding me I cum inside of her feeling in shoot out of me inside of her.

“Oh auntie that was the best sex I have ever had.”

“That was wonderful Ethan I can’t wait for what else we will do in these next few weeks.”

“You mean we can fuck again?”

“Honey you can fuck me as much as you like.”

Danniel leans over and we start to kiss our tongues dancing around each other’s mouths in a passionate embrace of love.

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Auntie Em Ch. 01

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Most everyone who knew her called her by her given name; Emma. To me, she has always been “Auntie Em.”

Auntie Em was my mother’s younger sister. Lived just down the road from us. Ours were the only two houses on that road for nearly a mile in either direction. We weren’t hillbillies or nothing like that. We enjoyed living far away from the hustle and bustle of city life.

Granny Jan and Granpa Jim were killed in a tragic car wreck when I was ten. Being as they were the only children from that marriage, Mom and Auntie Em split the inheritance right down the middle. No animosity between those two. They had long ago become best of friends. Family moved out here soon afterwards. We took this house. Auntie Em and her six cats took the other one. “Lots of pussy in that house,” Dad had once joked. Mom didn’t think it was so funny and she told him so. To my knowledge, Dad never said anything like that again. Leastways, not around me.

Auntie Em was tall. She was about five feet and eleven inches of perfectly built female flesh. Thirty-seven years old and not an ounce of noticeable fat on her. And, man, was she stacked! Had tits out to here. I have wanted to see them fun-bags in their entirety since I was seven years old.

Me? I’m Aaron. I just turned eighteen a few weeks ago. Graduation day had come and gone already. I was just marking time until summer was over and I could go to college. I had chosen the one in the nearby town of Parkston. Dad not being in the greatest of health these days, I had decided to stay close by so I could help with the chores.

Then I got the bad news. Dad’s heart was failing. He needed to be in the hospital. His doctors wanted to run some tests. Tests that were not available in Parkston. So Mom and Dad decided to rent the house and the ten acres that surrounded it to a couple from church. They would move to Dallas, Texas and rent an apartment there so they could be closer to a “proper” hospital where Dad could receive his treatment.

At first I was more than a little bit pissed. How could they do this to me? “But what about me?” I asked Mom. “Dallas is more than a thousand miles from here and in a completely different state. I’ve already committed to Parkston Junior College. If we move, I’ll end up having to wait until next year to get started on my education.”

Mom wrapped her arms around me and held me close. “I know, baby.” She always called me “baby.” “Don’t you think we’ve thought long and hard about this situation? The doctor says your father needs to be somewhere he can get the treatment and the rest he needs before they do a heart transplant.”

I shed a tear. Mom was right, of course, but still, I wondered how I would fit in to their plans. She kissed me softly on my forehead, then held me at arms length and looked me in the eye. “You can stay with your Aunt Emma. She said she would enjoy the company. You can stay in the spare bedroom. We’ll even leave the Camry behind so you’ll have something to get around in.”

“Oh, Mom,” I gushed. “How could I be so selfish? I know you wouldn’t be doing this if it weren’t necessary. I’ll be happy to stay with Auntie Em.”

Mom pulled me close and kissed me on the cheek. “I knew you’d understand. And it won’t be forever, you know. Just until your father recovers. We’ll be back before you know it.” She let go of me. “You have to get your stuff together and I’ve got to get things ready for the movers. They’ll be here in two weeks.”

Two weeks passed by quickly. Almost before I knew it, Auntie Em and I were standing on her porch waving goodbye to Mom and Dad. I turned to go inside. That’s when I noticed Auntie Em crying silently. I hugged her. “It’ll be okay, Auntie Em. They’ll be back.”

She pressed closer, causing those amazing breasts of hers to press against my chest. Damned if I didn’t get an instant boner! “I know,” she told me. “It’s just that………It’s casino oyna just that we’ve seldom been apart since we were children. She’s always been there for me.” Auntie Em sniffled and then she rubbed those tits of hers against my chest once again.

I groaned. I felt like I was going to cum right there on the spot! I backed away from her and headed for the door, hoping I could hide my hard on from her. I practically ran into the bathroom. Closed the door and locked it behind me. I pulled down my pants and my shorts at the same time, grabbed my aching stick of man flesh and began to pump. About five strokes later, I was sending a geyser of white spunk onto the bathroom floor. I stood there panting, lost in an imaginary world where my Auntie Em’s fun bags were swaying back and forth in front of me unencumbered by clothes of any kind. No blouse, no robe and no bra.

My reverie was interrupted by a knock on the door. “You okay in there, Aaron?” my Auntie asked. I nearly died on the spot. Damn, but that was a close one. Did she know what I had done? How should I act when I emerged from the bathroom. I decided I would act as though nothing had happened. What else could I do?

“Yeah,” I gasped, still feeling euphoric from my sudden and massive orgasm. “I had to pee really bad. Couldn’t hardly wait. Be out in a couple of minutes.”

“Well, when you finish, I want to see you in the living room. We need to talk.”

I grabbed a wad of toilet paper and began wiping the floor. When I finished, I dropped it into the toilet and flushed. Pulled up my shorts and pants and opened the door. I made my way into the living room. Auntie Em was sitting on the far end of the sofa, a stern look on her face. She patted the cushion next to her, indicating that I should sit beside her.

I sat down next to Auntie Em, nervously clasped my hands together and held them between my knees. I feared the worst. I knew I had acted rashly and impulsively, but what else could I have done? Stand there on the porch and cum in my pants? That would have been even more embarrassing.

We sat together in silence for what seemed like forever, me with my hands between my knees and my heart pounding; her breathing deeply and slowly as if she were still trying to figure out what she was going to say.

“I know why you ran into the bathroom so quickly,” she said. I gulped and opened my mouth to speak in defense for what I had done, but Auntie Em put a finger to my lips.

“Wait,” she whispered, “until I finish what I’m about to say. Then you can speak.”

“That does it,” I said to myself. “Put a fork into me and turn me over. I’m done.”

What my auntie said next took me completely by surprise. “It’s okay,” she cooed. “Boys do that all the time. Grown men do it too. It’s a natural thing. It helps relieve stress.”

My eyes widened. Relief spread throughout my body. “You’re not mad?” I asked timidly.

“No. Just angry.”

“What’s the difference, Auntie Em? Angry. Mad. Sounds the same to me.”

“You don’t get it, do you?”

I shook my head. “Get what?”

Auntie Em hugged me tight. I felt one of those magnificent boobs of hers pressing into my shoulder. Damn! Another instant boner.

“Maybe angry is the wrong word,” she said. “But I can’t think of any other way to describe how I feel.” Auntie Em pulled away from me and placed one hand on my knee. “I’m not angry at you.” She rubbed my leg, going higher with each stroke. She was getting dangerously close to my rock hard cock.

“If you’re not mad at me, them who are you mad at?

Auntie Em took a deep breath and held it. She spoke as she exhaled. “I’m upset with myself,” she said.

I arched my eyebrows. “You?” I questioned. “Why are you mad at yourself?”

Auntie Em took another deep breath and straightened her shoulders. “Promise me what I’m about to say will never reach your canlı casino mother’s ears.”

“I promise.”

“Your father’s either. Nobody is to know about this but you and me.”

I unfolded my hands and took her hand in mine. Our gazes locked on each other’s. “I promise. Cross my heart.”

Auntie Em spoke quickly. “I’m upset for two reasons. One, because I know I caused you to get stiff. Just like you are now.”

I looked down at the tent in my jeans. I know I blushed. I could feel my face getting red. She pulled her hand from my grasp and placed it back on my leg, a mere inch or two from my cock. “Number two,” she said as she grabbed my iron hard rod, “I wish I could have been there to see you finish up.”

Did I hear my Auntie Em correctly? I must have. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be holding my man flesh the way she was. Hell, if she wasn’t serious about what she had just said, she wouldn’t have her hand anywhere near my stiffy. We wouldn’t even be having this conversation. Son-of-a-bitch. What was going to happen next?

Auntie Em stroked my erection. I tensed. “If you don’t stop, you might just get your wish.”

Auntie Em smiled. “Well, then. I guess we’ll just have to stop.” I can’t say I wasn’t disappointed when she stopped stroking my boner and moved her hand to her own lap.

Auntie Em stood and offered her hand to me. I took it and used her for leverage to get to my feet. “Follow me,” she said. “It’ll be much more comfortable doing this on my bed.”

Suddenly, I was out of breath. My mind dizzied with all the possibilities. Whatever happened, I was sure I was going to enjoy it. “Does this mean what I think it means? I asked as I followed my auntie down the long hallway toward her bedroom.

Auntie Em stopped and turned to face me. She smiled coquettishly. “You can answer your own question when we’re done.” I felt my pre-cum leaking into my shorts. I was way past being horny. I was nearly out of my mind. My cock was on fire, burning with incestuous desire for my Auntie Em.

We entered the bedroom and for some odd reason, I closed the door and locked it. Auntie Em turned to face me and sat on the edge of the bed. She expertly and almost frantically unbuttoned my pants, pulled down my zipper and slid my pants to the floor. I stepped out of my jeans just before she kicked them out of the way.

Auntie Em grabbed the tent in my shorts and caressed the head of my dick with her thumb and the first two fingers of her right hand. “Hmmm,” she said. “Nice” She kissed my soldier through my shorts, pushed her lips over her teeth and moved her face back and forth over the engorged head of my cock several times. She licked her lips and said, “Verrrry nice.” I could feel her breath on my member. I was thankful I had cum just a few minutes ago. Otherwise, Auntie Em would already be getting some serious protein in her diet. Not the pre-cum. The real stuff.

Auntie Em put her hands in the waist band of my shorts and pushed them down. Down over my throbbing cock and down to my knees. They fell to the floor and in the blink of an eye, they joined my jeans halfway across the room. She grabbed my cock in both hands, lifted it up a bit and licked the underside from my balls to the head. She repeated this process several times and then moved on to my balls. She took the right one in her mouth and sucked softly, all the while licking that wrinkled, cum-filled sack until I thought I would pass out. She did the same to the left one. How I managed to keep from cumming, I’ll never know.

Auntie Em stood up. “Lay down,” she said. “So we can do this thing right. And take your shirt off.”

I quickly complied and soon I was laying on my back, naked as the day I was born, watching my Auntie Em taking her clothes off. Her body swayed to a beat that only she could hear as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. When the last button was undone Auntie kaçak casino Em turned around and bent over. She flipped her skirt up over her ass and spread her legs wide and wiggled her butt. She was wearing the prettiest pale blue granny style panties I have ever seen.

Auntie Em stood up straight and slowly slid her blouse off her shoulders and down her arms. It fell to the floor, revealing a bra the same color as her panties. She stopped moving and turned her head in my direction. Looking over her right shoulder she asked, “Wanna unhook it for me?”

Did I ever. I moved to the edge of the bed and stood behind her. My hands felt like clubs as I fumbled with the hooks. Finally, I succeeded in getting them undone. I reached around her and grabbed her breasts in my hands as she shrugged her bra off. I was in heaven!

We stayed like that for several moments, my hands full of her tits and my cock pressed against her backside. “Oh, that feels good,” Auntie Em said. Then she turned and playfully shoved me back onto the bed.

Finished with the slow dancing she quickly took off the rest of her clothes. Auntie Em climbed up on the bed beside me, her panties still in her hand, carefully placing the gusset over my nose and mouth. “That’s the smell of desire,” she said.

She let me smell the aroma of her sex for a while and then threw her panties to the floor. She then lowered her magnificent mammaries until they were pressing against my cheeks. “You’ve wanted to see these puppies for quite some time,” she said. “Haven’t you?”

At first, I couldn’t speak. I just nodded my head, wrapped my arms around her shoulders and pulled her closer, burying my face between those two orbs of delight. When I did gain my voice, my words squeaked out so low they were barely audible. “Oh yes,” I said. “Hell fucking yes!”

Auntie Em began kissing her way down my body, stopping at each of my nipples, giving them a tongue bath before continuing her journey. She reached my navel and spent quite a bit of time licking and kissing it. Finally she reached my pubic hairs. Once again she grabbed my fuck stick in her hands and licked it from one end to the other. When she reached the top, Auntie Em would give the head of my pole a playful little nibble before licking her way back down to the root.

I groaned with wanton desire. The next time she nibbled I squeezed my hips together and pushed upward. Her lips slowly parted and the head slid into her mouth. She used her tongue to lick around the head of my cock a few times before she allowed me to push it in a bit further. Several sessions of cock licking followed before I managed to get it all the way into her mouth.

Auntie Em momentarily gagged when the head of my penis slipped into her throat. She swallowed a couple of times and I was over the edge. The first of five spurts of baby making juices shot down her throat before she had time to pull back. She looked up at me and winked as the next four spurts shot out on to her tongue. A couple more weak dribbles and it was over. I had cum in my aunties mouth. My own mother’s sister. I laughed nervously.

“What’s so funny? Auntie Em asked as she lay beside me with her head in my arms.

I ran my fingers through her long dark hair. “Nothing, really.”

Auntie Em tickled my ribs. “Must be something,” she said. “Did I do it wrong?”

“Oh, no,” I said as I tweaked her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. “You were perfect. I was just thinking. Mom sure wouldn’t approve of this, would she?”

“Well, Mom ain’t here,” she said. “So, I guess we’ll never know, will we?” She took my cock in her hand. “Hard already?”

“Never went down,” I told her.

“Such are the joys of youth,” Auntie Em said. “I guess that means you’re ready for another go around.”

I pulled Auntie Em over on top of me and kissed her long and deep, our tongues battling each other for supremacy. My cock jerked in her hand. “What do you think?”

Auntie Em smiled and rolled over onto her back. “It’s your turn to satisfy me,” she said, her hand still wrapped around my dick.

The End

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Girls of Alpha Beta Delta Ch. 23

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When the lights went up it was clear that the dirty movie had had the intended effect on its audience. Kristin was masturbating and Janet and Sophie had their hands up each other’s skirts. Jenny, meanwhile, had clearly not gotten to see the end of the movie — she was sprawled across Diana and Juliet’s laps with her head between Diana’s thighs as Juliet fingered her.

There was a brief intermission during which Jenny brought Diana to orgasm, then very quickly had one herself as Juliet’s skilled hands manipulated her clit. Jenny stood up and wiped her mouth with one hand, her face reddening as she looked around the room and realized she had become the center of attention. Janet thought it very sweet that Jenny could still be embarrassed this way.

After straightening herself up as best she could, Jenny set about refreshing everyone’s drinks and bringing more popcorn from the kitchen. Soon they were all settled in again, and Sophie switched the lights back off and started the second feature.

* * *

The movie started with Sophie driving down a deserted highway, singing along with the radio and looking carefree as could be. She was in a pink Cadillac convertible, wearing a pink polka-dot dress and matching pink sunglasses. Suddenly the music stopped as a siren blared and a red light appeared in her rear-view mirror.

There was a long shot casino siteleri of the police car pulling Sophie over, then a cut back to the inside of the car as the cop walked up to the driver’s side window. It was a female officer, tall and muscular, wearing aviator glasses and with her dark brown hair tied back.

“License and registration,” she growled. There was a shot from the cop’s point of view as Sophie leaned over to open the glove compartment; the pink dress was very short and showed off her long, tan legs.

“Do you know how fast you were going?” asked the policewoman as Sophie handed her the paperwork.

“No ma’am,” answered Sophie respectfully.

“Pretty fucking fast,” said the cop. After taking a cursory glance at Sophie’s license, she asked Sophie to step out of the car. Sophie complied and the cop had her put her hands on the hood of the car. From a new camera angle you could see the officer’s name tag — it said “Lane” — as she patted Sophie down very thoroughly, taking liberties with her tits and ass.

“There’s two ways this can go,” said Officer Lane. “One, I take you in, and if you have money you can pay the fine. But not until you see the judge, and that might not be until tomorrow.”

Sophie frowned. “And what’s the other way?”

Officer Lane responded by flipping up the back of Sophie’s dress, canlı casino revealing a pair of skimpy pink panties, and roughly grabbing her crotch. Sophie moaned involuntarily, and that was all the answer the officer needed; she pulled Sophie’s panties down and off and kicked the girl’s legs apart with one foot. Next Officer Lane pulled out her billy club and ran it up one of Sophie’s thighs, then the other. When the end of the club made contact with Sophie’s pussy she arched her back and leaned back into it. The officer grinned and ran the length of the club along Sophie’s slit, chanting rhythmically, “Slut, slut, slut, slut, slut…”

Spinning Sophie around, Officer Lane brought her roughly to her knees and forced the tip of billy club into her mouth. “Clean off your juice, there’s a good slut.” When she was done the officer tossed the club aside and pulled Sophie’s T-shirt up — she was braless underneath — pinching her nipples and slapping her breasts, then watching them bobble and sway. Unbuttoning her own pants, Officer Lane wet a finger between her legs and gave it to Sophie to suck.

Next the officer stripped out of her pants and panties — they were red and lacy, incongruous with the rest of her outfit — and leaned back against the car with her legs spread. Sophie knew what was expected of her and began to lap away obediently. At this kaçak casino point there was a long shot of the highway, empty except for the two cars and two women, one on her knees, her head moving almost imperceptibly. The sun was low in the sky, which was turning a lovely shade of orange.

Next there was another shot from Officer Lane’s point of view as she looked down at Sophie feasting on her pussy. After a few minutes the officer came with a howl, holding Sophie’s head tight against her crotch; then she roughly pushed Sophie away, sending the half-naked girl sprawling onto the ground. After taking a moment to recover, the officer picked Sophie up like a ragdoll and dropped her face-down onto the hood of the car. Bending over, Officer Lane put one hand on each of Sophie’s knees, spread her wide, and began to devour her ripe young snatch.

The camera cut to an angle in front of Sophie so the viewers could see her face as it contorted in pleasure — pleasure that turned to shock as Officer Lane seized her wrists and cuffed her hands behind her back. After dressing herself, the officer pulled Sophie’s T-shirt back down over her breasts and straightened her skirt, then maneuvered the handcuffed girl into the back of the police car.

Sophie protested. “But you said –.”

“I know what I said,” the officer responded as she slid behind the wheel. “But you’re just too yummy to let go that easily.” She started the car and drove off; as the car disappeared the camera lingered on Sophie’s panties, abandoned on the ground next to her car, while the words “To Be Continued” came up on the screen.

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My name is Fiorenza. It’s Italian and it means flower. Momma loves flowers. Every summer, daisies bloom in the field behind our home. When I was little, I’d run through the field pretending I was in one of those laundry detergent commercials on TV. You know, in a flowing dress with daisies all around? I’d pick a bunch for Momma and she’d smile and say, “Renza, are those for me?” She always calls me Renza. I hate Renza.

Right now Momma’s on the couch, passed out, drunk on Southern Comfort. Dwayne, her asshole husband, hasn’t bothered me in two days. That’s ’cause he’s not here. He took off to Wichita looking for a job. He’s a sloppy son-of-a-bitch. Butt ugly. Always spitting tobacco and wearing white t-shirts stained with God knows what. And those jeans of his never fit him right. He belts them under his big gut and they hang off his flat ass. He doesn’t look anything like my daddy did. My daddy had thick dark hair and nice teeth, like Tom Cruise. He fought in Vietnam. Died there, too. Momma’s got a picture of him on the mantel. Sometimes Dwayne tries to make her put it away, but she tells him to fuck off.

When Dwayne gets back, he’ll try to put his hands on my tits. I push him off when he does it. I don’t want him. Once he caught me smoking pot, and I thought he’d bust me out to my momma, but he didn’t. He just asked if he could smoke it with me. He’s such a dick.

It’s the fall of 1984. The field is bare now. No daisies – just a bunch of weeds and dying grass. I sit here, staring at it, smoking a joint with my back against the garage. The sky’s a sheet of gray and cold air whips through my body. I wish I had my sweater, but I’m too lazy to go in and get it.

Yesterday, I turned 19. My granny sent me 500 dollars. I’m the happiest girl around, ’cause I’m gonna use the money to get the hell out of here.

Where? L.A., that’s where. All the beautiful people are in L.A. You see there’s nothing here for me in Kansas.


I’m sitting at the Greyhound bus terminal waiting to catch a ride to L.A.

What happened was, Dwayne, back from Wichita, sat next to me, as I was sitting behind the garage, and asked if he could smoke my pot with me. Sometimes I get sick of him asking, so I let him. He told me that he got a lead in Wichita. That’s all Dwayne says lately, “I got a lead.” He put his hands in my hair, and I pushed him off and told him to go to his wife. Then all of a sudden Momma was standing there and she immediately accused me of trying to get with her husband. I couldn’t believe it. I mean, that’s bullshit!

She screamed, “I want you out of here!”

And I screamed, “No problem! I’ll be gone in the morning!”

So here I am, off to L.A. Actually, we have to make a bunch of stops in Kansas, Colorado, Utah, and Nevada. But eventually, we’ll get there.

The terminal is so depressing. The walls are a dirty orange and the seats are an ugly blue. It smells like piss in here, too. There aren’t many people. Some guy sitting across from me, reading a magazine, keeps looking up and staring at me. He’s got this sly grin on his face. I bet he wants to fuck me. God, he must be about 70.

There’s a family a few rows across, a mother, a father and a little boy. The mom’s screaming at the kid, telling him to sit still. Shit, that child is probably only four or five years old. How in the hell can she expect him to sit still? I’ve never understood that.

There’s this girl, leaning against a wall. She’s looking at me. Now she’s coming my way. I wonder what she wants.

“Hey, you got a match?” she asks.

“Yeah, I got a lighter. Hold on.”

I dig into my purse, looking for the lighter. She’s staring at the purse. I’ve got over 400 dollars left and there’s no way she’s stealing it. “Here,” I light her cigarette. She’s got black hair like Joan Jett and she’s wearing a black leather jacket. She looks tough, but her eyes don’t. They’re like, really big and brown.

“Thanks,” she says, taking a seat next to me. “I’m Randi. Who are you?”


“Fiorenza? Mmm…interesting. So Ren, where you headed?”

I hated Renza and I definitely hated Ren. I take a cigarette out of my purse and light it. “I’m off to L.A.”

“No shit! So am I. I live there. Where ya gonna go?”

I really don’t have a clue. But it would feel strange telling her that. “I’m visiting my aunt,” I say.

She looks at me like she knows I’m lying. A woman gets on the intercom to let everyone know that the bus to L.A. is boarding.

“Hey! That’s us,” Randi says.

We finish our cigarettes and walk toward the bus. We each have one bag, but I’m also carrying my purse with all my money in it. When we board the bus, I find a seat close to the front. Putting my bag in the overhead, I notice that Randi’s right behind me. She puts her bag in the same overhead and sits down next to me.

She looks into my eyes and puts her hand on my knee. “You know, you’re very pretty, Ren. You’ll need me to protect you. Lots of assholes ride the bus.”

The way Randi put her hand on my knee and the way she looked at me, casino oyna I wonder if she’s like, into me. I can handle myself. It’s not like I need her to protect me. But it’s cool having her around, I guess.

“Your aunt live in L.A. or somewhere else?” she asks.

She was looking at me in that way that looks like she knows I’m lying. Fuck! I’m just gonna tell her. “I don’t have an aunt in L.A.! I’m just going out there to live, okay?”

“Calm down, Ren!” she says, smiling. “You and I are gonna stick together. I know people in L.A. Important people. You’ll be all right.”

I wish I could talk to her about what she means by “important people,” but now her eyes are closed and she looks like she wants to sleep.

I guess I’ll just have to wait.


We’re in California. We’ve stopped in Barstow and we’ll be in L.A. next. I’ve seen so many different sights. I guess I love the mountains the best. But this bus ride has been so totally fucked. It’s jam packed and you have to push past a bunch of jerks to get to the bathroom. It reeks in there, too. I hate that smell. The last time I went, the person that was in there before me didn’t even flush the toilet. I almost gagged. There was some soap so that I could wash my hands, at least.

Randi is standing next to the bus having a smoke, but I don’t feel like getting out of my seat to join her. I got a good look at her when she was sleeping. She dyes her hair black, ’cause I could see some blond roots. Sometimes her head would fall on my shoulder when she slept. I didn’t push her off.

I told her about Momma and Dwayne and why I left and all. She told me she’s been living in L.A. since she was 15, and the only reason she came home to Kansas was because her momma died. When she talked about her momma it kinda made me sad because I thought about my own momma. She’s probably worried about me. I’ll call her when I get to L.A. But I’m not going back to Kansas. No way.

Randi’s getting on the bus. I tried to get her to tell me who she knows in L.A., but she just told me to stop spazzing about it. “We should be there soon,” she says. “How you doin’?”

I’m gonna ask her again. I don’t care if she gets annoyed. “Why won’t you tell me about the people you know?”

“Give a rest, Ren. Damn!”

She’s staring at me and I’m staring at her.

“Okay…you’re going to meet a guy named Doug,” she says. “He’s a good friend. He’s got an apartment and he lets me stay there. So, we’ll crash at his place. You’ll like him.”

“How do you know he’ll be okay with me staying there?”

“‘Cause, Ren, he’s cool like that.”


There’s so many folks in L.A. that I’m like a little ant running around in a colony. And it’s not just white people like back home in Kansas. I’ve seen blacks, Mexicans, and Chinese people here, too.

The first thing Randi did was take me to this burger place where she knows the owner. He gave us our meals for free.

Then we took a cab to the Hollywood Hills. There’s lots of rich people there. We’re at this guy Lawrence’s house. He’s older than me and Randi, but I figure he’s one of Randi’s important friends because I’ve never been in a house this big before. He’s got this bitchin’ pool in his backyard and all of his furniture looks like the kind you see in magazines.

Lawrence has a bowl of coke on his counter. I’ve only tried coke once, but I liked it. He offered me a couple of lines and now I’m flyin’. He keeps looking at me, you know, like he’s sizing me up? And twice now Randi’s been whispering to him so that I can’t hear what she’s saying. I don’t know what she’s up to, but I’m too high right now to care.

“Well, we should be getting to Doug’s,” she says to Lawrence. “It was nice meeting you, Fiorenza,” Lawrence says.

“Same here,” I say.

I told him my name was Fiorenza and even though Randi calls me Ren, he didn’t. I think that’s cool. I’ve always liked my name because it’s different than everyone else’s. But people are always changing it to fit their needs.

“That was some good coke, huh?” Randi asks me as we walk outside.

“Yeah, I got a good buzz.”

“Me too. Lawrence only has the best.


Doug lives in a little apartment, but it has two bedrooms, one for him and one for Randi. He’s not home. Randi says he’s still at his job.

“Do you mind if I take a shower?” I ask.

“No,” Randi says. “There’s towels in that closet over there.”

I haven’t showered in two days and I feel gross. My clothes are sticking to me, especially my underwear. It feels good to get out of them.

I turn on the hot water and get the shower going. It feels nice on my skin. I let it fall on my hair and face.

I’d pulled the shower curtain only half way and out of the corner of my eye I can see Randi, staring at me.

I turn the water off and grab my towel, putting it in front of me.

“What do you want?” I ask.

“Nothin,” Randi says, “I’m just standing here.”

I don’t know, maybe because I’m still high and maybe because I kinda like Randi, but I wanna drop this towel. So canlı casino I do.

We’re smiling at each other and now Randi’s taking off her clothes. She looks pretty with them off. Not so tough. Her tits are tiny and she’s got a lot of blond hair on her pussy.

She’s coming towards me so that she can get in the shower with me. I’ve never been with a chick before.

Pulling the shower curtain all the way, she turns the water back on. It’s falling down on us as she puts her hands in my hair and pulls me close so that my body is touching hers. Her brown eyes draw me in.

“Let me kiss you,” she says and she does, real slow. She has such a soft mouth and there isn’t any facial hair like there is with boys. It’s nice.

She stops kissing me and puts her hands on my breasts. The water is splashing on my back as she pinches my nipples. My friend Katy told me she was glad her tits weren’t big because big tits don’t have any feeling. Bullshit! Mine have lots of feeling and they’ve triggered my pussy because I’m really starting to get hot. I close my eyes and Randi starts kissing my neck.

Then she puts her lips on my breast and starts to suck it. I watch her do it. She’s totally into it, like she’s trying to stuff the whole thing in her mouth. My pussy is on fire. It seems like she knows that because her hand is between my legs and now she’s jamming her fingers inside of me. God, I’m so wet! I just want her to keep sucking my tit and fucking me like this forever. I grab her head as my body shakes in orgasm.

She looks at me. “Did you come, baby?” she asks.

“Fuck, yeah!” I say. I stare at her pussy. The hairs are wet from the shower water. I just want to explore it. I want to know what she tastes like.

I take the shower nozzle and pull it to the side so the water doesn’t drown me as I push her against the wall and get down on my knees. Kneeling on the bottom of the tub isn’t very comfortable, but I don’t care. She opens her legs. I take my fingers and move her pussy hair off of her clit so I can lick it. It smells kind of musty, but in a good way. She’s sliding her ass against the wall, with her legs spread even wider and she’s moaning. All of a sudden I start lapping at her like a thirsty dog. It’s like I can’t get enough of her. “Ah…that’s it!” she screams. I feel her clit move against my tongue.

We turn off the water, get out of the shower, and dry each other off, laughing like two little girls. With towels around us we leave the bathroom to go get dressed. Doug’s in the living room.

“Hey, I thought you were in there with someone,” he says to Randi. “Who is this?”

“This is Ren, the girl I told you about.”

“Hi, Ren. I’m Doug.”

Randi must have called him sometime before we got here, but I don’t ever remember seeing her on a phone. They’re smiling at each other. It’s obvious me and Randi were fucking and I feel stupid standing here in my towel.

“Thanks for letting me stay here,” I say. “I’m gonna look for a job tomorrow so that I can save for an apartment.”

“It’s no rush,” Doug says. “Two beautiful girls in my place is pretty rad.”

“Yeah, Ren, settle the fuck down,” Randi says. “I’m gonna take you back to Lawrence’s tomorrow.”

“Why?” I ask.

“You need a job, right?”


“Okay then, tomorrow.” We go into Randi’s bedroom and close the door. I want to know what type of job Randi is talking about, but I’m just gonna let it go. We pull our stuff out of our bags and get dressed.

“So where should I sleep?” I ask. “The couch?”

“Do you really want to sleep on the couch? Doug’s crazy friends appear all hours of the night.”

“You ladies wanna smoke a joint?” Doug yells from outside the door.

Randi gives me a kiss on my lips. “You don’t want to sleep out there, do you?”

She looks nice and fresh from the shower. I really like her even though she won’t tell me everything when I want her to.

“No,” I say, “I don’t want to sleep on the couch. I want to sleep with you.”

We kiss each other again and then we go out to the living room to smoke with Doug.


It’s the middle of the night, and I’m lying next to Randi, staring at the glowing numbers of her alarm clock. It’s 3:23 a.m. and I can’t sleep. The conversation I had with my momma is still fuckin’ with me.

Me, Randi, and Doug were watching TV. We’d smoked a couple of joints and ordered Chinese. I was getting bored with the tube, so I asked Doug if I could make a long distance call to my momma.

Dwayne answered. He started grilling me, giving me this really big hassle for running away. I could hear Momma in the background, screaming at him to give her the phone. He finally did.

At first, she was like all happy to hear from me. I almost cried. But then she started yelling at me, asking me where I was, telling me that all I ever do is cause problems for her and Dwayne. She screamed at me to come home and I told her no way. So then she told me not to call her anymore. I slammed the phone down.

Now I wonder if I’ll ever see my momma again.

Randi kaçak casino snores a little when she sleeps. She tries to be so bossy and tough, yet her skin is real soft. We made love again. After I hung up on Momma, I tried to watch TV some more with Randi and Doug, but all I wanted to do was cry. I didn’t want them to see me do that, so I went into Randi’s bedroom and closed the door. I wasn’t in here for more than two minutes before she walked in.

I was curled up in a ball in the middle of the bed, and she climbed next to me and lay behind with her arms around my waist.

“It’s gonna be okay,” she said, “I’m here for you.” Her saying that made me cry even more. It’s like I felt safe to just let go. But soon I calmed down and rolled over to face her. We kissed each other. Then Randi pushed me on my back, climbed on top of me and crawled down my body until she was at my pussy. She’s got this really long tongue. I tried to stifle my moans, but I couldn’t. I just lost it. I’m sure Doug heard me.


“Try not to look like such a bitch,” Randi says. “You’re a pretty girl.”

“How am I supposed to look when I don’t even know what I’m doing here?”

We’re standing at Lawrence’s front door waiting for him to answer. He opens it.

“Hello Randi, Fiorenza. Come on in,” he says.

Lawrence takes me through a bunch of rooms to a big one in the back. Randi’s gone. I don’t know where she went. The only other person in there besides me and Lawrence is this fat guy sitting in a leather chair. He’s wearing a brightly colored Hawaiian shirt with palm trees all over it. Totally cheesy. Lawrence closes the door.

“Have a seat, Fiorenza,” Lawrence says. “This is Bill Watson.”

I sit across from him on a matching leather couch.

“Hi, Bill.”

“Call me Billy.” He stares at me hard, like he’s inspecting some meat in a store or something. “You’ve got a nice, fresh look about you. Stand up again for me.”

I don’t know why he wants me to, but I do it.

“Very nice. Lawrence and I are working on a movie and we’d love for you to be the star.”


“Yes. You have the look we want,” Lawrence says.

“Well…what’s it about? What would I do?”

“Don’t worry about that now. We’ll explain everything later,” Billy says. He looks at Lawrence. “I don’t like the name. It’s too confusing. What about Fay?”

They’re saying all this without even looking at me. Fay’s not my name.

“Fay what?” Lawrence says. “We need a last name.” This time they look at me. I’m thinking about my momma again and how I used to run through the daisies when I was little. I’m trying not to cry.

“Flowers,” I say. It just kinda came out.

“Yeah, Fay Flowers,” Billy says, “I like that.”

“But there’s just one other thing, Fiorenza, we need to see your body, so please remove your clothes,” Lawrence says.

Remove my clothes? What the fuck is this?

“It’ll take us one day to shoot the movie and we’ll pay you a thousand dollars,” Billy says.

A thousand dollars is a lot of money, but I’m not doing any porno shit. Who do they think I am, some whore?

“No thanks!” I say. I run out of the room, past Lawrence and Billy, out of the house, and down the street to a bus stop. One comes, and I ride back to Doug’s. Thank God I have a key.

I’m gonna kill Randi.


I’m sitting on Randi’s bed. Doug’s at work. She comes home and walks in.

“Hey! How’d it go?” she asks.

“Why did you leave me?”

“So you could be alone with Lawrence. When do you start?”

“Why didn’t you tell me Lawrence and that creepy guy Billy were porn people?”

“Oh, come on. Get over it. You’re gonna make a lot of money, right?”

“This is bogus, Randi. I don’t want any part of it. You fucking used me. How much are they paying you to use people?”

“Look, I did you a favor. If you wanna haul your ass out there and try to make it on your own – good luck.” She leaves the bedroom and goes into the living room.

“I’ll take my chances!” I shout.

Grabbing my stuff, I throw it in a bag. I run past Randi, open the front door, and leave.

I never want to see her again.


It’s been about three months since I walked out on Randi, and I’m staying in a motel located between an adult bookstore and a convenience shop. The owner of the motel is this lady named Dolores. I pay her 70 dollars a week.

I haven’t seen any bugs in my room, but I sleep on top of the bedspread, because the sheets don’t smell good, and the bottom of the bathtub is practically black. It’s so gross that I wear flip flops when I take a shower.

There’s always a few guys hanging outside of the motel, trying to talk to me whenever I leave. About a week ago I was dying for some pot, so I bought some from one of them. Now the jerk won’t leave me alone. There’s no way I’m going out with some loser who won’t get a job.

I’m working at McDonald’s. When I started I was supposed to sweep, clean out the trash cans, stuff like that. That’s what people do in the beginning. But Scott, the manager, thinks I’m the prettiest girl there, so he put me behind the register right away. That pissed off some of the other girls, but I didn’t care. I don’t like cleaning out trash cans and shit.

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Later the same week, there was a knock on the door. Mike was there looking a little sheepish.

‘I’m really sorry about what happened the other night, he began’

‘Sorry for what?’ I said

‘You know – on the way home. I was really pissed.’

‘It’s fine’ I reassured him, ‘we both did the same. No-one else will know so don’t worry about it.’

‘You’re sure?’

‘Completely, I enjoyed having a good wank with my best mate!’


‘Yes, really – so stop worrying.’

Visibly relieved, Mike sat down and told me about the time his sister caught him wanking. He told me about his mom and dad’s porn collection and how he and his sister used to watch the tapes in secret when their parents were out – and how he longed to be able to wank as he watched them. I said he was welcome to bring a tape round to my place and wank to it anytime.

Next night, he turned up with a carrier bag containing some beers and a battered VHS cassette. We put the video on and cracked open a beer. I think this was the first time I had seen porn – but Mike had clearly seen the tape many times – pointing out his favourite bits. I found it hard to take my eyes off the action – but when I did I found myself gazing at the bulge in his jeans and thinking about his fat, manly cock – and wondering if it was hard yet.

My own cock was straining at my jeans and I decided to take the lead. I put my hand down and squeezed my hard on through my jeans. It felt good. Mike started rubbing at his own crotch so I undid my jeans and slid them down. Mike did the same and I could clearly see the shape of his cock outlined in his briefs. We sat like this on the sofa together for a while longer, watching two guys and a girl on screen doing a classic ‘spit roast’.

My mouth was really dry by now and I was as horny as hell. I put my hand inside my briefs and grasped my rock hard cock. Mike, I noticed, was watching me as much as the TV and I could wait no longer. I pulled down my briefs and started working my cock slowly, luxuriating in the sensations. Mike’s breathing changed and he also got his cock out in full view. The sight of him working that lovely cock inches away from me was too much, and I came hard. The front of my tee shirt was splashed and a great pool of cum ran down my balls. Mike took a little longer but as I looked on in fascination I had a great view of his sticky load erupting from his cock all over his hand and legs.

‘Better?’ I asked.

‘Much!’ he grinned ‘how about you?’

‘Best wank I’ve had in ages. Come on, let’s get cleaned up.’

I led the way to the bathroom and turned on the shower over the bath. I took off the rest of my clothes and Mike followed suit. It was the first time I had seen Mike completely naked and I found it a delicious sight. He had no chest hair but his cock and balls lived in a thick dark forest.

‘Come on – we can share’ I said.

I took the spray and soaked myself then handed it to him while I soaped up. Then, he soaped up while I rinsed off. I really enjoyed watching him finish his shower – he was directing the spray onto his cock and balls from close up.

The next time Mike came round, I was hoping for more of the same.

‘Did you bring another video?’ I asked.

‘Sorry, couldn’t get one – they’ve been in all day’

‘Pity – I really enjoyed the other night’

‘Me too’

We cracked open a beer and sat down on the sofa. We agreed that wanking together had been much better than wanking alone – and tried to figure out why. I confessed that I liked seeing a cock that was different to my own. We talked about length and girth. He was definitely thicker – but was he longer? We casino oyna weren’t sure but agreed we would like to compare.

‘We’ll need to get hard without porn then’ I said.

‘We managed to get hard by the tree that night’ he replied.

‘True’, I said, ‘but I think that was because I had to help you with your zip and watch you piss all over the tree.’

‘That turned you on?’

‘Well something did, anyway!’

‘Actually, I like it when you unzipped me – you can unzip my flies anytime.’

‘OK, stand up then!’

Mike obeyed. I reached over and gingerly pulled the zip down on his jeans. Then I undid the top button. He didn’t resist as I pulled down his jeans and he stepped out of them, standing in his briefs. In a moment of recklessness, I took hold of his briefs and pulled them down too, my face now inches from his hairy manhood, now swelling visibly.

‘My turn’ commanded Mike.

I stood up and he knelt down, fumbling with my jeans he managed to pull them down and paused before pulling down my briefs too. My semi hard dick sprang out in front of me almost touching his face.

‘Mmm, nice’ he muttered ‘nice cock’

‘So is yours,’ I replied.

He stood up again to give me a better look. He was getting hard now and his erection thrilled me. We stood with our dicks right close together and let them brush against each other. Mine twitched as it brushed against his pubic hair.

‘Can I touch?’, I said, hoarsely.

‘OK’, whispered Mike.

I nervously put my hand to his cock and held it in my hand. It felt thick and warm, and seemed to swell even more in my hand. I squeezed a little harder and Mike gasped.

‘Sorry’ I said, and let go

‘No it’s fine’, said Mike. ‘No-one else has ever touched my cock before. It felt really cool’

‘Well, I’ve never touched another cock – so it’s a first for me too!’

We sat down next too each other on the sofa.

‘Can I feel yours?’ asked Mike

‘Go ahead’

Mike leaned across and took my prick in his hand. He squeezed and my dick responded by oozing a little precum. I made a little noise of pleasure, and Mike responded by moving his hand down my shaft. It felt incredible. We scooted round so we were facing each other, and I reached out for his cock again. I mirrored his actions, squeezing and moving my hand down to expose his great bulbous glans. It felt so good. But we were becoming an awkward tangle of arms and legs. We disentangled and looked at each other and giggled.

‘One at a time might be easier!’ I said

‘You choose’ said Mike

‘OK, lie down’ I said, and then knelt beside him.

I took his cock in my right hand and cupped his balls with my left. He moaned as I massaged his cock and balls. I could smell a musky odour and a little precum appeared at the tip. I put my finger to it and smeared the precum on his glans causing him to gasp. I started to wank his fat cock and felt his cock stiffen and his balls tighten. Presently he grunted and I felt his balls and cock twitch and jerk. Great gobs of cum ran down my hands and I smeared it into his balls.

I saw he needed a break after his impressive ejaculation, so I got us two more beers from the fridge and a towel to dry himself on. Mike told me that was the first time he had been wanked off by anyone else and I told him that was the first time I had ever wanked off another cock. Then, he told me it was my turn.

Obediently, I sprawled on the sofa and he knelt down and started to fondle my cock and balls. I remember his face was so close I could feel his breath on my balls. I closed my eyes and let the sensations wash over me. All too soon, I felt my ejaculation erupt canlı casino and I felt a wet gob of cum land on my face. He slowed down and milked the last drops from my grateful cock. Finally he gently dried me off with the towel.

Once again, we showered together. This time, though, we washed each other – rather than ourselves. It felt wonderful having my cock and balls thoroughly washed by my buddy.

I hadn’t seen Anne for a few days, so when the door went the next evening I was expecting Mike. Instead, Anne was standing there with a carrier bag containing beer and one of their parents stash of porn videos. I was intrigued.

‘Thought you might like to watch another one’ she said.

‘Another one?’

‘It’s OK, Mike told me that you liked watching porn together! We don’t have any secrets, you know.’

I felt the colour drain from my face. What else has Mike told Anne?

‘Oh, just that you like to beat off together – nothing shocking!’

Her face made it clear she didn’t mind – so I relaxed a little.

‘Yeah, Mike’s really come out have his shell lately. Now, when we watch our tapes he just gets his cock out in front of me – I don’t know where to look!’, Anne went on ‘but I don’t mind – it’s nice to know he’s getting plenty of relief.’

Just then, the door went again. It was Mike!

‘Is Anne round here?’

‘Yes/’ I answered, my mind racing ‘come in.’

He came in and saw the tape on the coffee table.

‘I was looking for that!’ he scolded Anne.

‘Sorry, I just thought your friend would like to see it too’ she replied.

‘Perhaps we could all watch it?’ I volunteered hopefully.

‘We were hoping you’d say that,’ said Anne.

I had been set up. The two of them had cooked this up in advance. I was very excited now, and my hands were shaking as I put the tape on. Mike and Anne were sitting at opposite ends of the sofa, so I squeezed in between them.

On screen, an orgy was taking place. There were four guys and four girls – and they were all either sucking cock or licking pussy – in various combinations. It didn’t take long for Mike to undo his jeans and take out his stiff prick. I decided to do the same and took out my aching member and started to stroke it.

Anne took hold of my wrist and removed my hand. Then, she took my cock in her hand and carried on massaging expertly. So I used my free hand to take over wanking Mike instead.

‘Do you like this?’ purred Anne.

‘Yes’ I gasped.

It was all too much for me, and I was soon spurting like a geyser. Still dripping with spunk, I knelt between Mikes legs so that I could cup his balls in my left hand while pumping his cock with my right. Eventually, Mike came too, grunting as his stuff ran down my hands. We both turned to look at Anne, who had by now unfastened the top of her jeans and had a hand down the front of her knickers.

‘Not fair,’ I complained – ‘we can’t see’

She took her hand out and laughed.

‘Well, you guys have finished now – I’m not playing on my own. You did make me very wet though. Are you guys going to shower now? Can I watch?’

‘Not fair’, I said ‘you get to see us completely naked and we don’t see anything!’

‘Oh go on – I’ve seen both your cocks anyway – it’s not like I’m going to see anything new. Maybe I might show you more later if you’re good?’

We gave in – and headed off to the bathroom. Anne put down the toilet lid and sat down. Mike and I undressed and got into the tub with the shower running. As before we took turns washing each other’s bodies – paying particular attention to cocks and balls. We took our time spraying and washing each other, while Anne sat kaçak casino on the toilet with her hand down the front of her knickers. Eventually, we finished showering and took a towel each, and returned to the living room. More beer flowed and I wanted Anne to take her clothes off. She proposed a deal.

‘I’ll give you things to do – and for every one I’ll take something off! But you have to do as I ask’

Mike and I agreed – there seemed little to lose.

‘Ok first one, lose the towels’

We dropped the towels and Anne took of her top, revealing a white lacy bra.

‘Ok, next one of you has to lick my finger’

As she said it, her hand went deep down the front of her knickers and can out glistening with her wetness. I happily volunteered for this one and sucked the musky smelling finger eagerly. She took off her jeans revealing the rest of her white panties.

‘The bra is going to cost you more. I want each one of you to suck the other one’s cock!’

‘But!’ we both protested.

‘Do you want to see my tits or not?’

Mike knelt down and took my prick. His mouth felt deliciously warm – it was a very pleasant sensation. My turn came and although I was unsure, it actually wasn’t bad at all having Mike’s lovely prick in my mouth. Anne took of the bra and I saw her beautiful breasts for the first time. Her pink nipples were erect and they were perfect breasts.

‘OK, suck my nipples’

‘Is that number four?’

‘Just do it!’

I needed no persuading although Mike was clearly unsure. But we each took one of those gorgeous nipples and I sucked hungrily at mine. Anne moaned and began rub her mound furiously through her knickers. She pulled the crotch to one side and there was a definite squelch as she pawed at her soaking wet cunt. She arched her hips and screamed out her orgasm, eventually slowing down and panting hard.

‘Oh fuck’ she gasped ‘that was good’

When she had calmed down, she finally peeled her sodden knickers off. She had light brown pubic hair, trimmed into a small rectangle above her swollen pink slit.

By now my cock was throbbing. I wanted to fuck that wet pink pussy so badly. Anne read my mind.

‘I know you’d love to fuck me – but it’s hardly fair on my brother is it?’

We had a brief, tense discussion about what would be fair. Poor Mike had never had a fuck in his life. Anne said she might consider letting him put his cock in briefly – just to let him know what it felt like – but I was worried that would just make him more frustrated. Anne made a suggestion.

‘Would you consider sucking Mike off?’

I hadn’t minded sucking his prick for a short time earlier, but in the end I thought I’d give it a try.

‘If you let him put it in you once. I’ll try and finish him off good with my mouth’ I promised.

Anne took hold of her brother’s cock.

‘One quick dip,’ she said, and guided his thick cock towards her still wet pussy. The tip of his cock parted her lips and then slid slowly all the way in. Mike gasped and Anne bit her lip.

‘Ok, that’s all’ she gasped, and pulled away.

I took Mike’s cock and hungrily licked off the taste of Anne’s sweet cunt. Mike whimpered and bucked but I carried on sucking until I felt him cum. The warm salty taste filled my mouth and I swallowed. I carried on sucking gently until Mike’s cock was clean.

Mike was satisfied but my cock felt like it would burst.

‘Fuck me now, you dirty bastard’ commanded Anne.

I didn’t need to be asked twice, and gratefully plunged my aching cock into her hot wet slit. I fucked her deep and hard and I became aware that Mike was fondling my balls. Soon, I could feel my orgasm coming.

‘Let me see you come’ she panted.

So I pulled out and as I did so, Mike grabbed my cock and I shot my load onto her belly. Mike squeezed out the last drops, and we all collapsed in a panting heap.

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Coming Out with the Truth Ch. 01

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** A note to readers:

This is a fairly long story broken up into chapters, so there is no immediate sex. If that’s what you’re after then you’re better off looking somewhere else.

A word of warning- I am Australian and this piece is set in Australia, so forgive any differences in spelling, word choice or vernacular, or anything else that might seem irregular or slightly unusual. It probably comes down to that. **


January 2009


So there I was, lying on the grass, staring at the sky through the fresh green leaves of the canopy of the massive tree above me. The sky was beautiful and blue and the sun was warm, the grass was soft and lush. All in all, it was one of those late summer days that actually glows.

I’d like to say that I was lying there enjoying it all, but I wasn’t. I was seriously considering the possibility that I may have broken my back. I clutched the chunk of wood that had come away in my hand and watched a bird chirruping indignantly in the branches above me.

I’d just decided to lie there for a while and feel sorry for myself when running footsteps startled me. Someone suddenly leaned over me, a silhouette against the sky.

“Are you alright?”

“Uh, yeah. Sure.” I answered dumbly. “Just… enjoying the sun.” My eyes adjusted and I saw the stranger’s face, haloed golden by the sun. Twinkling light hazel eyes, a perfect smile. I felt a tug at my groin and swallowed hard.

The man grabbed my hand and pulled me to stand up. I groaned. I was going to be very bruised.

I stared at the chunk of wood in my other hand and wondered if I shouldn’t put it down. The golden stranger broke into another easy smile. A few inches taller than me. Broad. Muscular. Powerful. Who was he and could I have him, please? Never mind that I was heartbroken and on the rebound; he was so utterly lickable.

“Nice try.” He said. His voice was deep and smooth. “I saw you fall.” I blushed then and my dick went back to sleep. Embarrassment was a killer.

“Oh. Right.” I said. I couldn’t imagine how this must have looked. A new neighbour, moving van barely gone from his driveway, examining his front yard and noticing the beautiful old tree house… and deciding to climb up to it. And said neighbour, a fully grown man, taking a fall from a good five metres or so when one of the chunks of wood nailed to the trunk as a kind of ladder gave entirely and came away in his hand. “I don’t normally, you know, climb trees,” I said with a wince. That sounded pretty dumb, too. Grae would have been appalled. It was bad enough that sometimes I had to go and do childish things- worse, for him, was when I got caught out.

“You alright?” he asked, eyes sweeping over me. Obviously my embarrassment didn’t stretch as far as I’d thought. My dick was getting interested again.

“I think so.” I answered slowly.

“You seem a bit dazed. Hit your head?”

“Uh, no. Just landed on my back. I’ll be bruised. I’m probably just in shock.” I murmured and he laughed softly, eyes twinkling. Oh my god. Sexy and concerned and a laugh like that? Never mind that I was coming off as slow; I was just really taken aback by the strength of the longing I felt for him. I wasn’t prepared to feel this for anyone just yet. I wasn’t sleeping yet. I wasn’t even eating properly yet. I had only just made it back from heart-shatteringly wretchedly disfunctionally damaged to merely devastatingly heartbroken.

Why did I have to meet him now?

“Let me help you inside.” He offered. “Otherwise I’ll just worry about you.” I groaned as we walked. My body did not like this. My ribs ached. Muscles I didn’t even know I had were sore.

Inside the place was still a mess. The few pieces of furniture I’d taken from our apartment had been haphazardly stowed in the hallway, and boxes had been dumped randomly. Obviously I hadn’t made a good selection of moving company. Then again, I guess they didn’t really care too much where they put my stuff when there were only three pieces of furniture in total.

“Got a tub?” he asked.

“Huh?” I said blankly, my body heating up at the thought of sitting between his legs in the bath, bubbles moving in little waves around us, his cock hard against my back while his hands… Fuck! What was wrong with me? Yes, he was gorgeous and caring and kind, but I did not get this worked up about total strangers, even if they were the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my whole entire – I groaned inwardly. There I went again. Rebounds were not healthy, I tried to convince myself. Christ, I couldn’t even sleep through the night yet and here I was thinking about getting this guy into my bed! I had to stop.

“A hot bath’ll do you good before you stiffen up.” Oh, I’d be stiffening up alright. That was a given. Just probably not quite how he meant.

“Right.” I said vaguely. He looked at me with more concern again.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Keith Draper.” casino oyna I answered.

“Nice to meet you, Keith. I’m John.” I smiled at him goofily. Wow. That felt weird. When was the last time I’d smiled? “When’s your birthday?” he asked.

“10 September 1982.”

“Do you know where you are?”

“What? Why?” I was alarmed by that question. “Don’t you live near here? Why are you asking?”

He gave a rueful chuckle. “I dunno. Isn’t that what they do on tv if someone’s hit their head? Ask them questions?”

“I guess. Does that work?” I wondered. If I had hit my head that might explain some of these feelings, at least.

“I dunno.” He said with another slow laugh. “How about I check your head for a bump, anyway? That was a pretty decent fall.” I shuddered and nodded. I would have done anything for his fingers against my skin at that moment. He stood in front of me and gently pulled my hair free from its tie so it curled around my shoulders. He ran his fingers through my hair, over my scalp, gently and thoroughly. Shivers ran down the backs of my legs and down my spine. Good lord, I was hard. He was going to notice how badly I was tenting any minute now. Think bad thoughts, I told myself. He’s straight. He’s married, divorced, got a bunch of ugly kids, he’s a player. He’s a rapist. A serial killer. Gets off on chewing on toes, or torturing kittens or something. Anything!

Nothing took the edge off in the slightest.

“No. You seem good to me.” John said with a shrug. I looked up the scant few centimetres into his eyes, wanted to lean forward and kiss him. I blinked and moved away quickly, before I could give into temptation.

“Want a drink?” I asked as I moved to the box sitting on the cupboard. “I’ve got coffee and sugar, but no milk.” Being at the bench would give me a precious few minutes to get myself under control. I hoped.

“Sure, no worries. I take it black, anyway. Thanks.” I made the coffee, pressed the backs of my fingers briefly against the kettle. The jolt of pain helped lessen my arousal. A fraction.

I didn’t have a table and I didn’t have any chairs, so we leant against the bench tops and tried to look like we were comfortable.

“So. You’re new in town?” John asked.

“Yeah. I had enough money for a deposit on a house, and decided I didn’t want to live in the city anymore.” It was mostly true. It was more of a lie of omission than an outright lie. “What about you? Local?”

“Yeah, born and bred.” He grinned. “My sister lives across the road. I was visiting her when I saw you fall. I’ve got a place on the other side of town. So why here? Mostly people move to the city, not away from it.”

“Had enough.” I said with a shrug. “I recently quit my job. And I saw this house and it was perfect.”

“So that’s what you were doing out front? Just checking out the real estate? Making sure the tree house wasn’t even nicer?” We both laughed. “So what do you do?” he asked.

“Oh. I’m a writer.”

“What, like books?”

“Not published, no.” I blushed. One day. When I actually finished something worth reading. Nothing like an innocent question to draw attention to your failings, though. “I’ve been working as a journalist since I got out of Uni. At a big newspaper for the last few years. It was challenging sometimes, but it was a good job.”

“You quit, though?” he checked.

I nodded and drew a breath. “My ex worked there too.”

“Oh. Mixing romance and business.” He said with a half smile.

“Mm.” We’d tried to keep it pretty separate, and we hadn’t made an issue out of it. Most of our colleagues hadn’t known. Anyway, it had been a bad idea to start with. Although once we had had mind-blowing sex on the boardroom style meeting table in the conference room…

“Fresh breakup?” He asked gently. Had I been staring into space? Damn. He was going to think I was a real idiot if I kept this up.

“Yeah. And he’s already dating someone else and I’m-” I stopped and realised with a thrill that I’d said it. I’d told him I was gay. Not that I wasn’t out. I was. It was just that I wasn’t sure how John was going to react to that.

I met John’s gaze carefully. He didn’t look disgusted or upset. He just scratched his chin and looked at me as if reconsidering me. Well never mind. As if someone like him would ever have been interested in me, anyway.

“Feeling better?” John finally asked. “I’d better go.” I sighed quietly. Yep. That was it.

“Yeah. Of course.” I agreed and rose to see him out.

“See you round, Keith.” He said and held out a hand. Civil of him, I thought.

“Yeah.” I answered and took his hand. It was warm and rough. We shook, but he held onto my hand for a moment too long. I blinked and met his gaze again. Something there… but what? Interest? Desire? He gave me a final slow smile, then headed down the steps from the veranda. He was halfway to the street when he turned around. I only realised I’d been staring at his arse when he turned, since then I found canlı casino myself looking at his package. My gaze jerked back to his face. Damn. He had to have noticed that.

“You go have that bath!” he called, grinning, then kept striding, out into the street and across the road.

I went back inside and ran a bath immediately. I was rock hard. I slid into the water and pulled at my nipples, slid my hands down my body and into the hot water. I began to jack myself gently, rubbing my other thumb in circles around the head of my cock. I closed my eyes, pretended it was a warm wet tongue lapping at me, tasting my pre cum. A hot eager mouth taking me up to the hilt, someone else’s hands massaging my balls. Someone else’s fingers sliding into my crack and running gentle circles around my puckered flesh as they sucked me faster and harder. Someone else’s finger pushing inside me as I came hard and fast. John’s image and Grae’s flashed before my eyes and I groaned and lay back in the water. What the fuck was I doing?


I left Keith’s house feeling totally exhilarated. It was a combination of things, I guess. Like him being ok after that fall. Like him being so cute. And being able to run my fingers through his beautiful shiny chocolate hair. And openly gay. I’d started to get hard so quick I’d had to leave. And that handshake… that and the thought of his soft pink lips closing on me, wrapped around my cock, him looking up at me, blue-green eyes coy through his lashes, and I’d had to scramble. I hadn’t felt this horny since I was a teenager. I went back to my sister’s and had to visit the bathroom. I judiciously applied a little cold water to ensure Little John’s behaviour. Then I went back outside to the barbecue.

“Where’d you go?” my sister asked. “You can’t leave your own birthday barbecue without telling anyone!”

“Special circumstances.” I grinned. “Your new neighbour fell out of a tree.”

After the barbecue I went home and washed up, cleaned my house a little and watched some tv.

Still fucking horny.

I went to my room and flicked through an old mag until I found someone who looked a little like Keith. He had hair the same shade, although Keith’s ponytail had a little bit more of a curl to the ends of it, would probably curl even more if it was wet. The guy in the pic was a similar build, too. Nicely defined muscles but still lean, narrow hips. Even better, he was giving the camera his best sexy pouty look, while a more muscular guy fucked him. I looked at the pic and began to stroke. God, I needed this so bad. I hadn’t gone on the pull for months, maybe a year now. I’d been bored of it, tired of picking up guys for nothing more than average sex.

And then Keith had shown up, with his soft lips and nice hands and gorgeous ponytail and that look in his eye. Dazed, I’m sure, but it made me want to fuck him until he looked like that again, until he couldn’t tell me what day of the week it was, let alone his own name. I wanted to fuck him until he screamed and screamed and came with a huge rush of sweet, creamy cum, hot against my hand. Just the thought was enough to make my balls pull up and tighten. I jacked faster and tripped over the edge, coming with a moan and feeling like thunder had torn through me. I was so sated I was weak; I could hardly rouse myself to wipe up before I went to bed.


I slept better than I had since Graeme dumped me, but all the same I still woke up early. My back was sore, but not as stiff as I might have thought, given I’d fallen out of a tree the day before and was sleeping on a camping mattress. I got up and put some clothes on and tied my hair back and wondered what to do about my growling stomach. I’d been planning on going shopping yesterday afternoon, but falling out of the tree had put paid to that idea. So far I had coffee and half a cold takeaway pizza. Unrefrigerated. I needed to go shopping, but I didn’t want to leave the house. Not yet.

And why bother shopping, I asked myself, when I didn’t even have a fridge yet?

I was feeling more sad and sorry for myself than I had for a few days and while I decided to stay at home, I also made the decision not to mope in bed all day but to actually achieve something.

There was no point in moping. I refused to mope.

I got started trying to put boxes in the right rooms, and cleaning. My house was full of empty rooms. The house was far bigger than our apartment had been, and while I’d considered taking all our furniture and leaving Graeme to try and explain to his new little friend why he didn’t have any, I’d been unable to touch any of it. I hadn’t wanted any of it, in the end. As I unpacked I was glad. None of our furniture would suit my house. He’d liked modern, clean lines. The flimsy modern bookshelves, the glass topped coffee table, those ugly metal lamps- none of them would fit here. I’d only taken three things in the end- my old bookshelves, my desk and a comfy chair that had been in the kaçak casino family. It was old and ugly and Graeme had insisted it stay in the guest room covered with a throw. I had not been going to leave that behind. All the same, I was basically going to have to start from scratch with my house.

At least it would give me something to do.

I cleaned the kitchen cupboards and began to unpack the basic kitchen things I’d bought on the way down, accumulating piles of scrunched up newspaper on the way.

The doorbell rang at lunchtime. My stomach had been growling louder all day and it was getting to the point where I was having trouble ignoring it. I went to the door and found a woman standing there. I wasn’t feeling all that friendly towards women but she did look nice.

“Hi, you must be Keith.” She said warmly. “John described you.”

Ah. “So you’re his sister? Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.” She was smaller and slimmer than John, but shared some of his golden colouring. Her eyes were blue, where his were brown.

“Sarah.” She shook my hand with a smile. “Welcome to town!”

“Thanks. You’re only about the second person I’ve met, but so far everyone seems nice,” I quipped with a smile. What was this, a record? Two smiles in two days… She laughed.

“Can I come in? I brought you some goodies.” She hefted the tea towel covered basket on her arm and I caught a waft of something delicious. My mouth watered.

“Sure. Thanks.” I lead her down the hall to the kitchen. “Sorry about the mess.” I said. She smiled.

“I have three kids under the age of 6. I could tell you a thing or two about mess.”

“Coffee?” I offered. “I don’t have any milk, though.”

“Oh, just a glass of water would be lovely. It’s nice just to get out of the house for a few minutes, I can tell you.” I poured water into a mug, since I didn’t have any glasses yet and she started unpacking her basket onto the bench. “Now, I’ve brought you my famous tomato and bean casserole. It’s got potato and cheese on top and no meat, just in case you’re vegetarian.” I assured her I wasn’t, which seemed to please her. “And blueberry muffins.” My mouth immediately watered and I guess she saw my look because she immediately handed me one.

“So what brings you from the city?” she asked.

“Oh. Change of scene.” I answered briefly.

“Anyone coming to join you? Wife, kids? Girlfriend?” I blinked. That was a bit invasive, wasn’t it?

“No.”I answered, despite how surprised I was to be interrogated like this. Obviously John hadn’t told her, but it wasn’t a secret and I didn’t want to lie about it. “My boyfriend and I recently broke up.” Well. That was technically a lie, I guess, but can you blame me for wanting to hide how he’d left me?

“Oh.” She said and I waited for her to quickly grab her basket and hurry home like John. Before that handshake had confused the hell out of me.

I was half surprised when she put her hand on my arm. “Are you alright?” she asked. I nodded. The real answer was no. No, I was not, but that, at least, no one needed to know. “Well, this is a friendly town, beautiful surrounds. It’s a good place for a fresh start.” I nodded again. “How about a sister?” she asked. I stared at her. “I’m sorry, I know how I sound. It’s just that this town loses young people faster than it gains them. And it’s a big house so I guess I hoped it might be a family moving in here. And I’m still trying to get John married.”

“I’ve got a sister.” I answered with a smile, inwardly wondering about John. Maybe he was straight… or worse, bi. I was never ever ever ever going to trust a bi guy ever again. Best not to think about it. “She’s studying medicine.”

“Oh- a doctor! We always need doctors! Make sure she comes to visit.” I could see her plan. Get my sister to town, throw her at gorgeous John and charm her so she’d never want to leave, get them married and producing kids and it’d be 10 points for Sarah. I wondered if she and the other women kept score. Too bad this town had never seen anything like my kid sister. They wouldn’t know what hit them.

“Have another one.” She said suddenly and I realised my first muffin was already entirely gone. I didn’t remember eating it.

“Thanks.” I said sheepishly. She frowned at me.

“Have you been eating properly?” she asked.

“No.” I answered with a weak smile. I couldn’t eat much. I hated going to the effort of cooking for myself. It felt so lonely. And if I cooked, I’d end up with a fifty-fifty chance of being totally unable to eat anything anyway. I’d sit at the table and feel so sick I’d have to throw the food away. All I was thinking about was Graeme — my Graeme — telling me he’d been cheating on me. That he was leaving me.

“Oh, honey.” Sarah said and hugged me. I hadn’t expected that but it sure felt good. I’d had precious little physical contact in weeks and I really needed it. I missed it. I hugged her close and fought the instinctive tightening of my throat. “When was the breakup?” she asked me gently.

“About two weeks ago.” She gasped.

“But the house-“

“I hopped in my car and drove and ended up here. Saw the house. Went to the real estate office and bought it on the spot.”

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