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LE FAUTEUILQuand Fred eu reçu l’ordre de sa responsable de finir l’avancée du dossier d’un client important, il ne pu trouver toute la concentration nécessaire. Il pensait retourner chez lui et passer enfin une soirée normale et reposante. Dpuis plusieurs semaines déjà il était acculé par le travail et se demandait comment il pourrait vivre continuellement à ce rythme.Après un appel à Valérie, sa jeune fiancée, il serait allé se resservir un café puis rejoignait son bureau. Certainement qu’il allait le boire froid. Son bureau était au fond d’un couloir, proche du bureau de sa responsable.Spacieux, avec un petite table sur laquelle il déposait quelques affaires et pouvait recevoir un groupe de six personnes quelque fois. Derrière un divan pour les heures de repos et de discussions plus détendues ; il prenait souvent le temps aussi de la réflexion ou de l’étude d’un dossier plus particulier. Ce divan était plus confortable que la lumière de son bureau et propice au repos et la concentration.Il avait un peu plus de dix mètres à faire pour rejoindre le halle d’entrée, l’accueil et son petit salon puis la porte.C’est au moment de prendre le combiné pour téléphoner à Valérie qu’il eu un soupir et s’adossa pleinement dans son fauteuil. Il devait annoncer son retour tardif dans la soirée sinon la nuit.Sa soirée était gâchée mais il savait qu’il ne pouvait pas refuser les ordres de sa responsable. Puis ce dossier de coaching d’entreprise pourrait lui apporter beaucoup.La déception fut grande mais Valérie était une personne intelligente et compréhensive. Elle savait l’investissement de son fiancé dans ce travail. En fin de communication, il fut toutefois apaisé et rassuré par l’attitude de sa compagne. Alors commençait les dernières tâches, les plus importantes et délicates, de cette affaire._ _ _Tout était calme, et il entendit un bruit sourd en direction de l’accueil. Il ne fermait jamais la porte d’entrée lorsqu’il était seul. Sans doute les occupants du palier d’en face. Mais quelques instants plus tard, lorsqu’un autre bruit de talon l’avait sorti de sa concentration, il se leva, pas très rassuré et décida d’aller voir. En sortant de son bureau il ne voyait pas tout de suite ce petit salon d’accueil. C’est quelques pas plus loin qu’il est resté droit et immobile, arrêté net. Ce spectacle, il ne le croyait pas. Juste insensé et inespéré. Valérie se trouvait là face à lui assise dans le fauteuil principal de ce salon. Elle s’était dévêtue et gardait sa culotte, la pose inspirée par l’affiche d’Emmanuel, dans ce grand et profond fauteuil. Elle croisait les jambes et avait un sourire narguant et le fixait de ses yeux bruns.Aucun mot ne sortait de leurs bouches, ni lui car toujours stupéfait ni elle car aguicheuse.Au bout de quelques instant, toujours muet, il était alors plus serein et contemplatif. Il se rapprocha d’elle et se trouva maintenant dressé face à cette beauté de surprise. Valérie dégagea son buste du canlı bahis dossier du fauteuil mettant en avant sa poitrine jeune et timide. Ses seins étaient beaux, bien ronds et quelque peu généreux. Le premier geste de Fred fut de les caresser d’une main d’ans un geste circulaire et Valérie l’accompagnait dans ses caresses. Fred en était sensible à ces premiers contacts. La peau un peu mate de Valérie l’avait toujours attirée. Rapidement il sentait déjà les effets physiques de cette beauté face à lui et ce désir qui montait. Jamais ces deux âmes pécheresses ne s’étaient retrouvées dans ces locaux de peur d’être pris. Mais l’heure avancée de la soirée, très vite, il comprit que tout lui était possible.Alors il prit la tête de Valérie entre ses mains et l’embrassa d’un baiser puissant. Se pencher sur elle lui donna des idées. Il voulait la couvrir de baiser et toucher ces seins de la bouche, les auréoles des seins avec la langue. Mais cela n’était pas nécessaire. Valérie commença par caresser le sexe de Fred à travers le pantalon. Puis après avoir sorti la chemise, commença à lui déboutonner le pantalon. Une fois aux bas des jambes, Fred se sentait immobilisé et se redressa. C’est ce que recherchait Valérie qui toujours assise. Il n’y avait donc plus que le caleçon qui la séparait du sexe bandé de Fred.Très vite, elle baissait ce derrière obstacle pour laisser apparaitre cette bite tendue et un gland gonflé et rouge ; elle entreprit alors une caresse de ses bourses puis de la verge. Les mains douces de Valérie lui faisaient des sensations énormes. Il contempla sa douce amie caresser son appareillage sexuel. Et fut presque le souffle coupé quand elle plongea sur lui et lui engloba la totalité de son gland. Ce début de fellation était déjà magnifique. Valérie donnait l’idée d’un savoir faire. Elle mouilla de sa salive le gland, puis la verge entière en léchant parfois la veine. Elle allait de temps en temps un peu plus profond dans sa gorge et faisait sentir ses dents et parfois contournait avec sa langue le gland, ce fruit rouge.Après quelques instants où Fred avait déjà eu quelques spasmes, elle s’arrêta puis le regarda et souligna son visage d’un sourire enjoué. Elle bascula au fond de ce fauteuil profond et entoura de ses jambes les hanches de Fred. Il avait voulu se pencher sur elle pour gouter de son petit clitoris. Mais ce cuni fut impossible. Fred avait compris qu’il était maintenant temps de s’introduire. Son sexe rigide surfait sur celui de Valérie comme des vagues de caresses et excitant cette femme qui appréciait. Elle mouillait si fort que tout allait facilement et continuait à la montée en puissance de Fred. Il saisit les fesses de Valérie et la souleva pour la rapprocher du bord du fauteuil. La largeur et profondeur était parfaitement adaptée pour pouvoir presque allonger Valérie. Seule sa tête était redressée. Elle pouvait contempler alors la manœuvre de Fred qui rentrait sa bite doucement bahis siteleri dans son sexe. Il voulait rester maître de cette relation. Alors pour montrer sa force et sa domination, il donnait parfois des coups brusques, s’enfonçant plus profondément dans ce vagin offert. Elle aimait cette force. Et se retirait sans sortir entièrement et doucement pour mieux sentir chaque partie sur son gland. Après plusieurs mouvements, ils allaient monter en pression et en plaisir. Elle sentait qu’il venait vite. L’envie état là et elle ne voulait pas finir si rapidement. Fred aurait pu jouir sur le sexe de Valérie, étalant son sperm sur ce bas ventre. Mais un bruit depuis le couloir extérieur et la lumière faisait craindre une venue dans ces locaux. Alors pour ne pas être aperçu, Fred et Valérie préférèrent aller dans son bureau. Il avait déjà idée malgré la précipitation de continuer sur le divan. Il était donc à genoux face à Valérie qui en profitait, assise dans le divan, pour rapprocher ses seins du visage de Fred. Elle paraissait moins génée que lui. La porte de l’accueil s’ouvrit et une personne rentrait maintenant dans les locaux. Il entendait un pas lent comme précautionneux marcher vers son bureau. Cela ne fit plus aucun doute ; une personne de son entreprise arrivait. Ils allaient être démasqués mais au seuil de sa porte il n’en cru pas ses yeux de voir sa responsable. Elle les regarda avec un sourire comme …complice. Mais Fred ne dit aucun mot ; cette situation aurait pu être dérangeante mais cela ne fut pas le cas lorsqu’il vit Catherine simplement vêtue d’un manteau ouvert dévoilant un corps ou seulement quelques vêtements amples la recouvrait. Les sous vêtements noirs mettaient en valeur une paire de seins que Fred avait déjà maté à quelques occasions selon les tenues de Catherine. Il avait déjà plusieurs fois fantasmé sur cette poitrine généreuse et rêvait de les caresser et d’y coulisser son sexe.Catherine, sa responsable, était là devant lui qui était nu en compagnie de sa fiancée radieuse et souriante.Directement et toujours silencieusement, Catherine s’approcha de Valérie et l’embrassa sur la bouche ; Valérie acquiesça ce baiser. Puis Catherine se pencha sur Fred alors presque allongé dans le divan. Catherine était une femme mûre, à peine 50 ans, divorcée et responsable de cette petite entreprise qu’elle hérita de son père.Elle avait les cheveux noirs, typée espagnol avec des seins plus généreux que ceux de Valérie. Plus charnue, Catherine s’imposa donc dans ces échanges. Elle commença par caresser le buste de Fred depuis sa gorge et descendant allant vers son sexe. Fred retrouva de la vigueur en voyant ces seins plus lourds se frotter presque sur sa tête. Après ce parcours de caresse sur le torse et le ventre de Fred, elle attrapa cette bite pour la branler un peu doucement. Elle voulait en gouter aussi un peu. Allongé désormais complètement sur le divan, il se laissa faire quand il se rendit compte bahis şirketleri que Valérie commençait à caresser les cuisses et le cul de Catherine. Otant la jupe de Catherine, Valérie offrait à Fred le spectacle d’une femme offerte et prête à gouter à ces jeunes corps.Puis le sexe de Fred en bouche se fit enlever son chemisier et dégagea ses seins. Catherine décida alors de chevaucher Fred et se laissa caresser les seins par Valérie, toujours souriante. Rapidement Catherine imposa son rythme en concentrant ses efforts sur la bite de Fred mais Il voulait contrôler les mouvements et aussi dominer pour cette fois cette femme qui le gouvernait. Il allait enfin pouvoir baiser à son rythme et ses envies les deux femmes qui occupaient sa vie.Valérie avait alors changer pour se retrouver en face de Catherine et offrant son sexe et ses lèvres à Fred.Apres ces premiers instants où rapidement Catherine avait déjà eu quelques plaisirs, Valérie décida alors de retrouver le sexe de son jeune fiancé et de s’y empaler. Catherine offrit sa bouche proche de ces deux jeunes sexes, posant ses seins sur le ventre de Fred. Il en profitait alors pour commencer à caresser le cul de Catherine et effleurer sa rose. Sentant le désir monter, Fred proposa d’alterner les pratiques. C’est lui qui imposa à ces deux garces de compagnes d’offrir les petits orifices. Et il allait débuter par introduire Catherine. Alors doucement et sans plus réfléchir, Fred comme un compagnon de sexe sans complexe commença alors à mouiller le petit con de Catherine ; Valérie contemplait et attendait. Quand tout doucement et après avoir bien pénétré un doigt, puis deux, Fred présenta son gland recouvert de latex au con de Catherine. Doucement, millimètre par millimètre, Fred s’appliquait à rentrer avec douceur et sentir chaque millimètre de verge aux parois du cul de Catherine. Il lui tenait les fesses qu’il serrait de temps en temps. Des petites claques étaient aussi appréciées par Catherine. L’idée de fesser un peu sa responsable lui procurait un peu de plaisir et elle en ressentait aussi le besoin.Valérie allait préférer la levrette, pas encore prête, ni très pratiquante contrairement à Catherine. C’est donc en tournant le dos à Fred, presque au bord de l’éjaculation que Valérie s’offrit finalement à lui, Catherine s’était adossée au divan et les regardait tout en caressant Valérie.Enfin arrivait le moment de jouir simultanément pour Valérie et Fred et le sperme se trouva alors sur la raie de Valérie qui, souriante, de redressa pour un baiser à chacun de ses partenaires.-Suis-je en train de rêver, se dit Fred.-Fred, ce dossier n’est pas urgent et Valérie a été facile à convaincre cet après midi, lança Catherine comme un indiceEtonné, Fred regarda Valérie toujours souriante.-Oui, chéri, précisait Valérie si l’amour ne rentre pas, alors Catherine m’a proposé d’aller te rejoindre… à condition d’être témoin et actrice de ce bon temps et pour compenser ces heures perdues. Nous avons d’ailleurs bien fait connaissance ensemble cet après midi. -Désormais, je ne souhaite que des dossiers comme celui là, demanda Fred en direction de ses deux partenaires, et j’y mettrai tout mon cœur.

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Une négociation hors de contrôle

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Une négociation hors de contrôleCette histoire est une fiction.Une négociation hors de contrôle.Je m’appelle Céline. J’ai trente ans, tout comme mon ami d’enfance, Eric, avec lequel j’ai fondé une entreprise. Si au début notre carnet de commandes n’a eu de cesse de se remplir depuis quelque temps nous rencontrons des difficultés. Nous avons privilégié des produits de qualités et cela coûte cher, trop, au goût des plus en plus de nos clients qui préfèrent avoir moins bien pour moins cher.L’histoire que je vais vous raconter remonte à un peu moins d’un an. À cette époque, notre société se trouvait dans une situation des plus critiques.Ce jour-là, je rentre dans le bureau que je partage avec Eric. Il est au téléphone. Il a une mine de déterré. Je n’entends que les derniers mots de la conversation, mais je n’aie pas de doute sur sa nature. Eric raccroche.— C’était la société Roll, dit-il d’une voix lasse.— Il nous félicite pour nos produits, mais ils ont signé ailleurs. C’est bien ça ?— Oui.— Allez, ne fais pas cette tête, ça va aller. On va s’en sortir.— Tu as lu les chiffres du comptable. C’était notre dernier espoir.— Ne dit pas ça, il reste encore la société Pine.— Et comment comptes-tu les convaincre ? Leur patron n’avait pas l’air emballé par notre offre.— Tu te trompes, il buvait chacun de mes mots quand nous nous sommes vus.— Ce n’est pas ce que tu lui disais qu’il la fait te fixer ainsi, mais tes seins.— J’avais remarqué, ne t’en fais pas. C’est pour ça que je me dis que si nous l’invitions pour un repas d’affaires et que je me mettais en valeur je pourrais le retourner.— Et si jamais il veut plus que voir ton décolleté ?— On improvisera.— Céline. Tu es folle.Je ne laisse pas le temps à Eric de me convaincre que je suis folle. Je prends le téléphone et invite le patron de la société Pine, Pierre, à dîner. Il accepte sans trop se faire prier.— Voilà, c’est réglé, dis-je fière de moi.— Tu viens de faire une connerie.— Mais non. Bon, je règle deux ou trois affaires puis je m’en vais. Tu passeras me prendre ce soir chez moi à dix-neuf heures.Je quitte le bureau plus tôt chez moi pour me faire la plus belle possible et faire tourner la tête à notre acheteur.Après une bonne douche, je me maquille et me parfume puis je vais devant ma garde-robe. Je reste un instant devant le miroir de ma penderie pour admirer mon corps. C’est vrai que je ne me suis pas encore décrite. Je suis brune, aux yeux verts, plutôt petite. J’ai des seins ronds et fermes et des fesses bien rebondies. J’essaie plusieurs tenues avant de poser mon dévolu sur une robe noire en soie fine qui épouse parfaitement les courbes de mon corps. J’essaie plusieurs sous-vêtements pour aller avec. Je devrais rester prudente et jouer la sécurité, mais cette robe est mieux sans rien en haut et je décide finalement de mettre toutes les chances de mon côté. Je ne porterais pas de soutien-gorge ce soir, je peux me le permettre avec ma poitrine qui se tient toujours aussi fièrement. Vu la profondeur du décolleté, notre client ne pourra pas l’ignorer. En dessous, je me contenterais d’un string pour ne pas gâcher le dessin que font mes fesses avec cette robe. Je tourne devant mon miroir pour voir l’effet que ça fait. Je suis fière du reflet qu’il me renvoie. Si avec ça je ne rends pas dingue Pierre, c’est à désespérer.Il est dix-neuf heures. J’attends Eric au pied de mon immeuble. Les regards que les hommes posent sur moi me confortent sur le choix de ma tenue. Eric arrive et se gare devant moi. Il écarquille les yeux en me voyant.— Céline, tu es folle. Tu ne vas pas le rencontrer habillée comme ça ?— Quoi, je ne te plais pas ?— Si. Bien sûr que si. Tu es magnifique, mais ce n’est pas une tenue pour un dîner d’affaires.C’est vrai que lui n’a pas fait beaucoup d’effort. Il a juste changé de costume, mais rien d’extraordinaire, je l’ai déjà vu au travail avec. Même ainsi, Eric reste pourtant un très bel homme. C’est un beau brun grand et élancé. J’adore sa façon qu’il a de sourire. Ça me redonne toujours le moral pour toute la journée. Un sourire que je ne lui ai pas vu depuis trop longtemps et auquel j’espère avoir droit en fin de soirée quand j’aurais enlevé ce contrat.— Il faut ce qu’il faut, dis-je en allant du côté passager.Eric remonte en voiture et démarre. Pendant tout le trajet jusqu’au restaurant, il n’arrête pas d’essayer de me convaincre de renoncer et de le laisser y aller seul. Je reste ferme dans ma résolution.Arrivés au restaurant, nous allons au bar en attendant notre hôte. Là, je me fais offrir des verres par tous les hommes, mais je refuse poliment.— Tu vois l’effet que je fais. Pierre va me manger dans la main.— Il va te manger tout entière.— Arrête avec ça, ce n’est pas une bête.— Juste un homme, Céline. Juste un homme.— Parce que toi tu me mangerais tout cru ?Eric rougit. Je lui fais plus d’effet que je ne l’aurais cru.Enfin notre hôte arrive. Pierre est un homme d’une quarantaine d’années légèrement bedonnant. Ce n’est pas une gravure de mode, très loin de là. À ma vue, son visage s’illumine.— Céline, vous êtes magnifique dans cette tenue.— Flatteur.Au lieu de lui serrer la main, je lui fais la bise en me blottissant contre lui plus que de raison. Pierre a déjà mordu à l’hameçon, son visage s’est empourpré. Il pose furtivement les yeux sur moi. Je devine ce qu’il voit. Mes tétons sont dressés. Sans soutien-gorge, le frottement contre la soie mêlé à l’excitation de ce que je m’apprête à faire les font pointer.Nous rejoignons notre table. Je m’installe à côté de Pierre tandis qu’Eric s’assoit face à lui. Eric est toujours aussi mal à l’aise par ce que nous faisons et engage rapidement la conversation sur notre offre. Je m’efforce de mon côté de continuer ce que j’ai commencé. Je regarde Pierre dans les yeux, je lui souris quand il se tourne vers moi, je illegal bahis pose régulièrement ma main contre la sienne.Plus la soirée avance, plus je sens Pierre se détendre. On va le faire signer, c’est sûr. Notre conversation est soudain interrompue par la sonnerie de son téléphone. Il le sort. Discrètement je me penche vers lui pour lire le nom de son correspondant. Je me raidis. Eric comprend tout de suite ce qui se passe. Le nom qui vient de s’afficher est celui de l’un de nos concurrents.— Excusez-moi, dit Pierre.Il se lève et s’éloigne pour pouvoir décrocher.— Merde, on y était presque.— Avec lequel de nos concurrents il parle ? s’inquiète Eric.— Bollet.— Alors c’est foutu.C’est vrai que ce concurrent nous a toujours enlevé tous nos clients. On ne peut jamais soutenir la comparaison au niveau des prix.Après dix minutes, une éternité pour ce genre d’appel, Pierre revient enfin à notre table— Devons-nous nous inquiéter pour cet appel ? demandé-je.— Je suis désolé. Je crains que nous devions mettre un terme à nos discussions.Eric baisse la tête, vaincue. Moi, je refuse de déjà renoncer. Tant pis, je joue le tout pour le tout.— En êtes-vous certain ?Je pose ma main sur la cuisse de Pierre et remonte lentement. Je m’arrête juste avant d’aller trop loin. Il me fixe en souriant, visiblement enchanté de cette initiative.— Auriez-vous un dernier argument à faire valoir ?— Non, répond Eric.— Je ne suis pas de cet avis, dis-je en dévisageant Eric avant de me retourner vers Pierre pour lui lancer mon regard le plus aguicheur. Je suis certaine que nous pouvons arriver à un accord.Cette fois, je pose carrément ma main sur son entrejambe. Son pantalon est déformé par une énorme bosse.— Céline. Arrête.— Veuillez nous excuser un instant.— Un instant seulement, alors.Je me lève et emmène Eric avec moi jusqu’aux toilettes.— Qu’est-ce que tu me fais ? Je peux le convaincre.— Il va te sauter !— Et alors ? Je couche avec qui je veux. Si mon cul peut sauver notre boite et nos employés ce n’est pas cher payé.— Non. Pas ça, Céline.Eric tente de me convaincre pendant cinq bonnes minutes. En vain. J’ai pris ma décision.— Promets-moi au moins de m’appeler si quoi que ce soit se passe mal. Je resterais toute la nuit dans ma voiture jusqu’à ce que tu sois de retour chez toi.— Promis.Je dépose un baiser sur sa joue. Je suis flattée et rassurée par son empressement à me protéger. Ce n’est pas mon meilleur ami pour rien.Nous retournons à notre table.— Vous êtes-vous mis d’accord ?— Oui. Que diriez-vous de poursuivre notre entretien dans un lieu plus intime ?— Excellente idée.Pierre me lance un regard carnassier qui me fait frissonner. Il se lève et passe sa main autour de mes fesses qu’il serre fermement. Nous quittons le restaurant, laissant Eric derrière nous pour payer.— Où êtes-vous garé ? demandé-je.— Ne soyez pas si pressé. Eric n’est pas encore là.Pourquoi parle-t-il encore d’Eric ? Je ne comprends pas où il veut en venir.Eric sort. Il est tout aussi surpris que moi de nous voir encore là.— Bien nous pouvons y aller, déclare Pierre. Allons à votre voiture.Nous rejoignons donc tous la voiture d’Eric. Je monte à l’arrière avec Pierre. Nous prenons la route de son hôtel. Alors que je m’étais attendu à ce qu’il se jette sur moi, Pierre s’est contenté de passer un bras dans mon dos pour me serrer contre lui. Je vois Eric qui nous surveille dans son rétroviseur.Nous arrivons enfin. Eric se gare et nous descendons. Il s’apprête à redémarrer quand Pierre l’appelle.— Eh bien, qu’attendez-vous pour nous rejoindre ?Ni Eric ni moi ne comprenons ce qui se passe. Eric sort, très mal à l’aise.— Je crois qu’il y eut un malentendu, dit-il. Je ne fais pas ce genre de chose.— Moi non plus. Je ne vous toucherais pas, dit Pierre dans un rire. Mais vous allez tout de même nous accompagner.Eric est de plus en plus inquiet et moi aussi, mais nous sommes allés trop loin pour faire machine arrière. Eric nous suit la mine basse. Nous prenons l’ascenseur et rejoignons la chambre de Pierre. Celui-ci ne se prive de rien, il s’est carrément payé une suite.Pierre me lâche enfin et va s’asseoir dans un fauteuil.— Déshabillez-vous, ordonne-t-il en souriant.Le moment est enfin venu. Je prends une longue inspiration puis je fais glisser les bretelles le long de mes épaules. Ma robe tombe à mes pieds dans un sifflement de Pierre. Mon string ne tarde pas à la rejoindre.— Magnifique.Pierre se lèche les lèvres. Il a les yeux rivés sur ma chatte lisse.Je décide de me rapprocher de lui, mais il m’en empêche.— Aidez votre ami à se déshabiller. Il ne semble pas y arriver tout seul.Eric devient livide.— Mais vous aviez dit…— Que je ne vous toucherais pas. Mais elle le fera.Oh, mon dieu, il veut que je couche avec Eric devant lui. Quel pervers ! Eric avait raison, j’ai fait une connerie, mais il est trop tard maintenant. Je me retourne vers mon ami et entreprends de le déshabiller. Je lui retire d’abord le haut, sa veste et sa chemise.— Agenouillez-vous pour la suite, ordonne Pierre.Je lui obéis et me mets à genoux devant Eric qui me fixe. Je déboutonne son pantalon qui tombe à ses chevilles puis agrippe son boxer que je descends à son tour. Le sexe d’Eric pend devant moi.Pierre rit.— Vous ne lui faites pas beaucoup d’effet ma chère Céline. Il faut y remédier.— Oui.— Oui, monsieur. Vous m’appellerez monsieur désormais.— Bien monsieur.Connard, voilà tout ce que je pense de lui. Je prends le sexe d’Eric entre mes mains et entreprends de le branler doucement. Je n’obtiens que peu de réactions de sa part. La situation le bloque. Me voir moi, sa meilleure amie, dans cette position l’empêche de bander.— Est-ce tout ce dont vous êtes capable, Céline ?— Non, monsieur.Je me mets à embrasser le sexe d’Eric sur toute la longueur. Je l’embrasse, lui donne des coups de langue. J’insiste un long illegal bahis siteleri moment, mais tout ce que j’obtiens est une érection ridicule.— Je m’impatiente.Je prends Eric en bouche, l’aspire en entier, enroule ma langue autour de son sexe, mais rien n’y fait. Il faut que je le décoince. Je me lève et tout en le branlant je me penche sur lui. Je l’embrasse dans le cou et remonte jusqu’à son oreille.— Allez, Eric, murmuré-je. Fais-le pour moi. Je ne te plais pas ?— Si. Plus que tu ne peux l’imaginer.Mon Dieu ! Est-ce qu’il est en train de m’avouer qu’il m’aime ? Eric, espèce d’idiot. Je comprends mieux sa détermination à m’empêcher de faire cette connerie ainsi que son manque complet d’envie de me voir dans cette situation.— Oublie-le, susurré-je à son oreille. Ne pense qu’à moi, ne regarde que moi.Eric plonge ses yeux dans les miens. Je le sens doucement bander.— Tu vas me rendre, tu vas me baiser, me faire l’amour devant lui. Tu vas lui montrer ce que c’est qu’un vrai mec. Ce pauvre con n’est pas capable de bander tout seul. C’est une petite merde qui a besoin des autres pour prendre son pied. Il doit avoir un sexe de gamin.Mes paroles excitent de plus en plus Eric que je sens raidir entre mes doigts.— Montre lui comment on s’occupe d’une femme.Je m’agenouille de nouveau devant Eric. Hum, son sexe a vraiment pris une belle taille et il ne bande pas à fond encore. Je recommence à l’embrasser, à le lécher. Sa queue continue de grossir. Je le prends en bouche. Hum, j’ai du mal à l’avaler désormais. Je suis heureuse, j’entends Eric qui pousse de petits soupirs de plaisir.— Voilà qui est mieux, déclare Pierre.Je l’avais presque oublié ce con.— Mettez-vous de profil, ordonne-t-il. Oui, voilà, comme ça, que je vous vois mieux. Il vous remplit bien la bouche Céline.— Oui monsieur.— J’aimerais beaucoup le voir vous la mettre en entier et vous limer la gorge.Eric commence à ramollir. La reprise de contrôle de Pierre l’a déstabilisé. Je m’empresse de prendre sa main droite que je pose dans mes cheveux. Eric pose les yeux sur moi et nous nous regardons dans les yeux l’un de l’autre. Ça y est, je lui ai fait oublier la présence de Pierre. Il raffermit sa prise dans mes cheveux et commence à faire de lents aller et retour dans ma bouche.— Sortez là en entier avant de replonger totalement en elle, ordonne Pierre.Eric lui obéit sans débander cette fois. Il apprécie ma langue qui s’enroule autour de son sexe et l’effet de son gland lorsqu’il pénètre ma gorge. La chambre s’emplit progressivement de bruits de succion. Je bave de plus en plus sur le sexe d’Eric qui va à toute vitesse désormais conformément aux consignes de Pierre. Je gémis autour de sa queue. Bon sang, ce que j’aime ça ! Je sens ma chatte s’humidifier.— Parfait. Arrêtez tout.Et merde, ce gros porc ne va pas se contenter de regarder, il veut que je m’occupe de lui. Eric me libère lentement sa queue de ma bouche. Il semble visiblement déçu. Ce petit cochon a pris goût à ce jeu. Moi aussi, je dois le reconnaître. Quand on se sera débarrassé de ce porc et qu’il aura signé, on fêtera ça comme il se doit Eric et moi. On se paiera une nuit de baise de folie.— Vous savez désormais comment j’aime qu’une femme suce, déclare Pierre. Vous allez pouvoir aider Céline pour la suite.Pierre se lève de son fauteuil et se déshabille devant nous. Lorsque son caleçon tombe, je n’en crois pas mes yeux. Le spectacle que nous venons de lui offrir l’a bien excité, il bande comme un taureau. Je me suis moqué de la taille de son sexe tout à l’heure. Je m’étais bien trompé. Mon Dieu ! Sa queue est énorme, ce n’est pas humain, je ne vais pas pouvoir l’avaler comme il le souhaite, il va me ravager. Et puis les couilles qu’il a, elles sont gigantesques. Il a vraiment deux gros sacs qui lui pendent entre les cuisses.Pierre se rassoit tranquillement.— Allez, à vous de jouer.Je ne suis vraiment pas rassurée pour la suite. Je m’apprête à me lever pour le rejoindre, mais il m’interpelle avant.— Non. Pas comme ça. Eric, reprenez la belle crinière de notre Céline en main et amenez-la-moi. Qu’elle vienne à quatre pattes.Eric reste sans réaction. Pierre s’agace. Malgré mes craintes, je suis la première à réagir. Je dois lui mettre moi-même mes cheveux entre les mains et m’avance vers Pierre comme il l’a demandé.— Si vous voulez que je signe, Eric, il faut mettre plus d’enthousiasme que ça.— D’accord, lâche-t-il entre ses dents.— Oui monsieur. Cette règle s’applique aussi à vous.— Bien, monsieur.— Voilà qui est mieux. Maintenant Céline, ouvrez votre bouche à bite et vous, Eric, appuyez sur sa tête. Ne vous arrêtez que lorsqu’elle m’aura avalé en entier.Je sens la poigne d’Eric se refermer dans mes cheveux. Il est fou de rage. Il doit rêver de lui casser la figure.Je suis au-dessus de sa queue dressée. Je ne vais pas y arriver, ce n’est pas possible. Je lève des yeux larmoyants vers Pierre qui regarde et sourit à pleine dent devant ma réaction.— C’est bien. Regardez-moi droit dans les yeux pendant votre associé se charge de vous limer la gorge avec mon pieu.Résignée, j’ouvre la bouche et Eric me fait lentement descendre sur la colonne de chaire de Pierre. La différence de taille entre les deux est très importante. Comme je le redoutais sa bite a du mal à se frayer un chemin dans ma bouche. Il me distend les mâchoires comme jamais. Sans Eric derrière moi qui appuie fort derrière la tête, jamais je n’y serais parvenu. Je sens son gland se présenter devant ma gorge, mais il ne parvient pas à rentrer.— Continuez ! hurle Pierre. J’ai dit jusqu’aux couilles !Eric hésite, mais il finit par lui obéir et il augmente légèrement la pression derrière ma tête. Il n’ose pas y aller trop fort et le gland reste bloqué à l’entrée de ma gorge.— Jusqu’aux couilles ! Vite !Eric raffermit sa prise et appuie d’un coup canlı bahis siteleri sec. La pression est terrible. Je pleure. Brusquement, le gland de Pierre fait sauter la résistance de ma gorge et s’y engouffre sous ses râles de gorets.— Oui ! Ah ! Oui !Mes lèvres viennent s’écraser sur ses poils pubiens.— Putain, c’est trop bon. Restez comme ça. Oui ! Ah ! Oui ! Encore ! Encore !Eric me maintient la tête. Je commence à suffoquer avec ce gros bout de chair au fond de la gorge.— C’est bon, libérez-la.Eric s’empresse de me tirer en arrière pour me libérer de ce bâillon de chair. J’avale bruyamment une profonde bouffée d’air. Je respire fort, je tousse. J’ai cru mourir. Je ne me suis pas encore remise de cette gorge profonde que déjà Pierre reprend les commandes.— Encore.Eric ne réagit pas assez vite pour lui.— J’ai dit encore !Me voilà qui replonge sur le pieu de Pierre. Cette fois encore, Eric doit insister pour que le gland passe ma luette. Pierre exige qu’Eric recommence l’opération une vingtaine de fois. J’ai honte de l’admettre, mais mon corps se libère et c’est de plus en plus facile à chaque fois.— Bien, maintenant que le passage est fait. Vous allez me faire lui baisser la gorge aussi vite que pour vous. Vous ne vous arrêterez sous aucun prétexte. Vous allez me faire cracher dans sa bouche.Eric grince des dents, mais il lui obéit. Il y va à toute vitesse dès le début, sans doute dans l’espoir de le faire jouir rapidement. L’expérience est difficilement supportable pour moi. J’ai les larmes aux yeux, mon maquillage coule. La queue de Pierre me met au supplice. Je bave comme une folle. Je glisse une main vers ma chatte. Je commence à me caresser pour me détendre et avoir un peu de plaisir. Pierre me surprend.— Pose tes mains par terre, salope !Eric enrage de la façon dont Pierre me traite et c’est pourtant moi qui trinque. Je sens sa main se crisper dans mes cheveux. Il me fait mal.Pierre est extraordinairement endurant et Eric me ramone la gorge sur son chibre pendant d’interminables minutes. Je ne suis plus qu’un sex-toy, une simple pompe à bite qui ne parvient pas à arracher le jus de ces couilles. J’ai la mâchoire en feu, la gorge qui me brûle de tous ces aller et retour. Ma langue pend le long de ce sexe qui me remplit la bouche comme aucun homme ne l’a jamais fait. Je suis écarlate. Je manque vraiment d’air.Une flaque de salive s’est formée entre les jambes de Pierre qui n’arrête pas de m’insulter tout en guidant Eric sur le rythme à tenir de cette défonce totale de ma bouche. Pierre s’amuse à nous humilier. Il ne cesse de rappeler à Eric qu’il ne fait rien, que c’est lui qui ramone la gorge de son associée sur la queue d’un quasi-inconnu.Enfin les grognements de Pierre s’intensifient. La délivrance arrive.— Ça vient. Je vais jouir. Enfoncez ma queue jusqu’au bout, je veux jouir directement dans son estomac. Et faites attention, si une goutte de sperme s’échappe, je ne signe rien.Je sens la prise d’Eric se raffermir encore un peu plus. Il a raison, on ne peut pas se permettre d’échouer maintenant.Je sens la bite de Pierre pulser au fond de ma gorge. Un premier jet explose, c’est énorme. Son sperme est très abondant et épais. Le deuxième jet est tout aussi copieux, le troisième également. Je commence à paniquer sous ce déluge de foutre. J’ai un brusque mouvement de recul. Eric se rappelle de l’ordre de Pierre, pas une goutte de sperme ne doit s’échapper. Il pose sa deuxième main dans mes cheveux et m’écrase un peu plus sur ce pieu qui n’arrête pas de m’arroser. Huit jets de foutre épais viennent remplir mon estomac.— Ah ! C’est bon, tu peux la libérer.Eric me tire lentement en arrière pour être certain qu’aucune goutte de sperme ne m’échappe. Vu la profondeur où Pierre a déchargé, il n’y a presque aucune chance.— Parfait, commente Pierre quand Eric lui présente ma bouche béante. Pas une goutte à côté. Maintenant, à vous.Eric le regarde d’un œil incrédule. Moi, je suis toujours dans un état second après ce que je viens de subir et ne comprends rien à ce qu’il se passe.— Fourrez votre pieux au fond de sa bouche et baisez-la de toutes vos forces jusqu’à gicler. Et dépêchez-vous.Sans beaucoup d’hésitation de sa part, Eric présente son sexe redevenu mou devant ma bouche et s’y enfonce. Je suis encore sous le choc de la jouissance de Pierre et reste sans réaction. Cela n’empêche pas Eric de remuer en moi et de rapidement rebander. Son sexe devient vite dur comme du béton. Il ne me ménage pas. Je n’arrive pas à savoir si c’est pour prouver à Pierre quelque chose ou bien si tout compte fait la situation ne l’excite pas. Heureusement pour moi, le sexe d’Eric est plus petit, quoique de bonne taille, et me lime moins profondément la gorge.Je reprends doucement vie sous les assauts pourtant virils de mon ami. Eric devient comme fou quand je lève les yeux vers lui et que nos regards se croisent. Il voit que j’aime ça, que j’aime l’avoir en moi, que j’aime lui être offerte ainsi.— Ah ! Céline ! Céline !Il accélère encore ses coups de reins. Il me met au supplice. Un supplice délicieux. Nous ne sommes plus que tous les deux. Je suis bien. Je sens que ma chatte se liquéfie de nouveau. Hélas, Eric atteint ses limites bien plus rapidement que Pierre et je n’ai pas le temps d’atteindre l’orgasme. Il se fige en moi, sa queue enfoncée en entier dans ma bouche, et explose.— Céline !Son éjaculation est bien moins copieuse, mais je savoure son sperme avec délice. Malgré notre situation, je suis heureuse qu’il se soulage en moi.— Eh bien, quel spectacle, dit Pierre en nous applaudissant.Eric me libère. Il semble mal à l’aise et fâché de s’être laissé emporter ainsi devant lui. Il est temps que je mette un terme à ce jeu malsain.— Maintenant, il est temps de respecter notre marché.— Oh, il y a un malentendu ma très chère Céline. Nous n’en sommes qu’au début de nos négociations. Je ne signerais votre contrat que demain, après que votre associé et moi ayons profité de chacun de vos orifices.Eric et moi nous échangeons un regard désespéré. Ce salaud nous a toujours à sa merci.Suite ?

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Cock and assesCock and assIt was another dinner with our friends James and Samantha and as usual during and after dinner the topic of conversation became sexual. We chatted about our previous sexual encounters as friends, specially how Samantha got double penatrated fuck and how much fun that night was. As the drinks continued to flow as usual, the chat turned into a game of spin the bottle and who the bottle lands on that person can choose or tell anyone what to do, but keeping it to one thing at a time. It first landed on James and he requested Samantha to remove Jessicas top. Starting it off slow and trying to keep it as fun as possible, we were all soon in our undies when the spun and landed on Jessica. Jessica asked me to kneel down in front of James and remove his jocks. I did as she asked, his hard cock right in front of my face. We got the girls to finish undressing each other and then the bottle landed on me. Being the last with undies on I decided to keep things interesting and I asked  James to remove them for me. Standing up, he stood behind me and then dropped my jocks releasing my throbbing hard cock.Now that we were all naked canlı bahis the game became more sexual, as well as bi-sexual. We had the girls kissing, we asked and watched them make each other orgasm from fingering and eating each other. They kissed us and sucked our cocks as well as asked us guys to stuck each others cocks as they watched on. I deepthroatted and gagged on James hard cock, giving him as much pleasure as I could. It was then after standing enjoying James sucking my cock when Samantha spun the bottle and it landed on me. Hard horny and having fun I ask Samantha to lube up and finger Jessicas ass. The lube came out and soon Jessica was kneeling on all 4s. James and I watched as Samantha put lube onto Jessicas ass. She slowly massaged her bum hole and the in went Sams middle finger into Jessis tight ass. A second finger entered as we watched on and soft moans came from Jessicas mouth. I said to James there go have fun, he didn’t hesitate at all and immediately moved towards the girls. Sam removed her fingers and came and stood in front of me as we watched how her man slowly shoved his cock into my girls tight asshole. I rubbed bahis siteleri Samanthas cunt, pleasuring her as we watched them fuck anally. James soon held onto Jessicas hips, pulling her back into him as his cock pounded in and out her ass. Jessica moaned as her ass got fucked and soon groans came from James as he trusted harder as he shot his hot load of cum into Jessicas tight ass. Sam and I watched on and as he pulled his cock out of Jessicas ass, she stood up and we saw it slowly drip out. Sam then said too James ok your turn. A bit confused about what she mean, then her and Jessica said tonight you will also take it in the ass and then the next time it will be my turn. To my suprise James agreed to it and I decided to experiment a little further. Onto all 4s went James kneeling like a dog, Jessica and Samantha taking the lube and lubed up his ass for my hard cock. They fingered his ass as I watched on. Weird it was for him and a bit unsure whether to continue he said ok let’s try it for a few while. I move to behind him, lubed up my cock, the girls spreading his ass cheeks and I placed my cock at the entrance to his ass.I slowly bahis şirketleri pushed my cock into his ass. A number of laughs went around as James said no this isn’t for him. His ass was tight around my cock as we decide to stop as James was feeling real uncomfortable. Without any problem, I pulled my cock out his ass and we all heard him give a sigh of relief. Jessica then pushed me onto my back, and mounted me. She lowered her lubed up cum filled ass down onto my hard cock in cowgirl position. Samantha moved to sit on my face and I immediately started eating her cunt while Jessica road my cock with her ass. James took my hand and placed it on his cock to jerk him while I got fucked. My balls reached capacity and I exploded shooting my hot thick load of cum up into Jessicas tight ass.Sam faced fucked me as I cummed and I jerked James cock harder. As I finished cumming Jessica got off me, mine and James cum dripping out her ass landing on my body. Samantha moved off my face and as I let go of James cock he said no don’t stop. Samantha then took his cock into her hand as I laid there. He groaned as his cock exploded for a 2nd time. His hot load landing on my chest as he cummed, ending another fun night of sexual pleasure.We never after this night tried and male on male anal sex again but still jerked and sucked each others cocks occasionally when in naughty moods.

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Awakening – Chapter 3My fantasy continued…Rachel’s ass filled with my spunk and as I looked down I noticed it leaking out between that tight sphincter that had lost its seal from me fucking her. I shuddered from the reaction to my ejaculation and her anal cavity was so slick from my cum that my cock felt like it was being pushed out from the pressure of my cum filling her.I felt my cock start to shrink and I am sure Rachel felt it as well and she clamped hard with her muscles and held my nearly flaccid cock inside her ass. She slowly stood, holding me inside of her, and then released me and I slid out of her hole.She bent forward and proudly showed me my handy work. Her ass hole was gapping open in the diameter of my erect cock and my cum was sliding out of her in long slimy ropes that trailed down her thighs. “There is nothing more erotic that a woman’s ass draining her lovers cum, or so many have told me.” She said.I hesitated and then just sort of blurted out my question, “So you do this often?” And I truly wanted to know, it seemed like something you would only do with someone very special.“Not as often as I would like” she said standing up and turning towards me. She pulled me under the warm water and said, “You will need to wash my ass again, and this time, not fooling around,” and she grinned. Our heads were directly under the shower and it felt like a summer rain drenching us. “I love anal,” Rachel said, “I know it sounds strange but I feel like I can control a guy with it. Many love doing the forbidden and once I let them they work hard to please me.”“So you are trying to control me?” I asked thinking I didn’t mind one way or another.“That was not my plan, because I took your virginity, and I honestly didn’t know that you were a virgin, I thought I owed you the full Rachel.”We finished our shower but not without lots of touching and my poor cock just couldn’t rise to the occasion, twice in less than an hour and I knew I would be done for a while. We toweled off and Rachel turned to the mirror running her fingers through her curly red bush, “I think I may save this off,” she said and looked at my reflection in the mirror as if asking for approval.“Don’t you dare,” I said and blushed at my boldness. She smiled, “You like it then?” she asked. I nodded and smiled and reached over and ran my finger through the damp curls, “I love it, I love red hair especially.”Rachel took my hand, “let’s go to my old room and cuddle up in my bed,” she said and led me down the hall, both of us naked and unashamed.Her room was untouched from when she lived here, the teenage posters of hunky guys still hung where she had them, the room was definitely feminine in appearance. I had been in it over time, exploring and yes digging in her dresser in hopes of finding a treasure. And I did find a treasure or two, and you guessed it, her panties. She had so many left behind I knew she’d never miss just one and then another and it took me a while to figure out that more were added after each of her visits home.Rachel would come to visit while in college and always stayed in her room. I would go on the hunt the day she left and often I would find a new one in the drawer and it would become my new treasure. Many jerk off session were holding her panty in one hand ready canlı bahis to catch my semen as I imagined what it would be like to be with her, or hell, any girl or woman. I loved the soft feel of the fabric as my cock reached that point of total ecstasy. Now we were lying in her bed with sheet over our legs, but fully naked above. I looked around the room as if it was my first time in it, not to feign ignorance of it, but to imagine how many times I came in here and never thought of lying on her bed. I never once imagined her naked body on this bed or what it would be like to have her lying next to mine. She was lying facing me on her side and her fingers traced lines around my chest as we talked.It was more idle chat than anything earth shattering, just a couple slowing down after making mad passionate love. “Do you remember the day you ended up in the bathroom when I was naked?” Rachel asked.“I do,” I said turning my head to see her looking at me, “It is strange that day was what I now think of as an awakening,” I said.“How so,” she asked.“Well at that age I had no perception of the difference between a boy and a girl, you know body parts, that sort of thing.”Rachel raised up on her elbow pressing her breast against my chest, “Like these,” she said with a grin and rubbed that beautiful brest along my arm.“You know I was a dumb at that age, somehow I thought those bumps were part of clothing, when I saw them I was amazed. But what amazed me more was you didn’t have a penis and all that red hair between your legs.” I blushed a bit saying it but it was the truth and ran a hand down her tummy and brushed her now dry flaming red bush.I felt her arch her back and raise her leg a bit, I accepted the invitation to touch her, to explore her anatomy. In our sexual exchange I had missed so many details. For instance, her labia had receded a bit, and her crease was tight with only a hint of her clit hiding inside its hood. The hair that I loved was very thick on her mound, yet was thinner between her legs.I teased the thinner hair, pulling on it a bit as my fingers explored the far reaches of her crease and reached her rose bud where I had fucked her just a bit earlier.“I hope you know you are going to get me started again,” Rachel said as she kissed my cheek. I turned on my side and continued exploring her pussy as I kissed her. Her lips parted and our tongues became a tangle between us and the lust I had felt in my teen years filled my brain again.I was not actively trying to arouse her, but I loved the warmth and softness between her legs. I felt her arm go around me, pulling me close and then she moved back a bit and were facing each other. Her beautiful eyes looking into mine as she asked, “You stole my panties when you were a teen, right?”I gulped, embarrassed, yet I certainly had known she must have been aware as I took so many of them. “Yes,” I said not sure if she wanted more details. “Did you wear them?” she asked still looking into my eyes.“No, but well, I found it exciting to use them to well you know, I used them to jerk off.” I mumbled. It seemed I was unable to lie to her as I knew no one else in the house would have been pilfering her panties.“I knew the first time you took one,” she said with a smile, “it was that pretty yellow panty, bahis siteleri that one that was so silky,” do you remember it?“I do,” I said and then blushed again.“Don’t be embarrassed,” she said touching my face.“Wait here,” I said and rolled out of bed and raced to my room. I returned in a second holding that pretty yellow panty in my hand, “I washed it,” I said, I kept it because it seemed special.“Oh that is so sweet,” Rachel said as she reached out and touched the silky nylon in my hand, “Let me see if it still fits,” she said as she sat and put her feet on the floor. She put her feet through the bikini style panty and slowly pulled it up over her perfect legs.I watched the nylon shimmer in the light as it slid up and she stood and pulled it all the way on. I was amazed, yet shocked, I had no idea just how sheer that panty was, as a teen I loved sliding it across my cock and then jerk like a mad man and pump my seed into it. I had never really inspected it for the almost transparent look of it.Her red bush showed through the yellow fabric and looked almost orange with the play of the lemon yellow panty fabric. “WOW,” I said, “How did I not know how sheer that panty was?”“I love that it still fits, this panty has got to be almost 10 years old,” she said as she modeled it in her bureau mirror. “Look how well it fits my ass,” she said as she turned and looked over her shoulder. “I love it.” She said with a smile and then she walked over to me and hugged me. My cock twitched, the horny switch had been flipped and I felt the warmth between her legs as my cock hardened.Rachel reached between us pulling the tip of my cock up across the panty. It was almost a feeling of electricity passing between us as my arousal began a third time this morning. We rolled onto the bed, our arms around each other and she landed on top of me. When we broke our kiss, our lips wet from the passionate embrace she straddled me with my cock lodged between my belly and her panty covered pussy.She rocked her hips back and forth as I watched my cock vanish under that silky panty covered pussy of hers. The little red hairs poked out of the fabric as she rubbed me slowly. She accentuated her movements between arching her back and rolling her hips and I felt that sensation one only feels when an orgasm is ready to break.I pulled on her hips, stopping her motion, “I am going to cum if you don’t stop,” I said breathing heavily.“I know silly, that is what I want, but before you explode I have an idea.” Rachel said raising one leg and pushing partially off of me, my cock jerked with a spasm and a droplet of pre-cum bubbled to the tip of my cock. “Ummm,” she said as she touched it with the tip of her finger and sucked it off, “I love how that tastes,” she said and pulled the leg opening away from her body. Her red bushy patch was clearly in view as she pushed the tip of my cock inside the yellow panty.As she lowered her leg my cock penetrated the space between her bush and the silky panty. It was like I was seeing my cock through a foggy mirror, the gauzy thin yellow fabric let my cock show and she started rocking again. I watched my cock slide up and down inside that panty, each pass my slit would open a bit against the fabric and more pre-cum would seep out making a wet bahis şirketleri spot and leaving a line of wetness as my cock tip would vanish in her soft hairy mound.I wanted this to last, the sensation was beyond any teen fantasy. I had not used this panty for a couple years, I loved it as my first and most favorite. Rachel continued rocking and looking down at me with her breasts swaying above me said, “Cum for me, fill these panties with your cum, remember what it was like the first time you felt them.” Rachel rocked slowly and I felt my cock slip between her labia, now wet and warm and yet with each pass my tip would appear against the panty.I was mesmerized by the scene in front of me, her pretty yellow panty stretched against my invading cock as she rocked back and forth. “Remember what it felt like to sneak into my room and find the drawer this panty was in. I left it lying on top, I knew you’d come for something of mine, I somehow knew you would want to think of me in a sexual way.” My mind was focused on the scene of my cock sliding along her slit, her curly red hair tickling the sensitive underside of my cock tip as it would poke out of her slit and touch the panty. Yet I remembered that day, my hand trembled as I opened the drawer. There was something forbidden about a 15 year old sneaking into his step sisters room, opening a drawer, and then touching something so personal.The panty begged to be out of the drawer and I left the room in a rush, leaving the drawer open, and once in my room dropped my pants and rubbed the delicate fabric across my cock time and shot my load with only the slightest touch of the panty. I looked up, Rachel was staring at me, “You remember it don’t you, you remember your first time with my panty, just like you will remember your first time with me today,” and then she rocked faster.My cock became a blur inside that panty, her breasts rolling back and forth and then the cramp, deep inside of me and I exploded into the panty. Rachel rocked back, pressing my expanded tip against the sheer fabric and my cum bubbled through the fabric making a pearly white blob on the surface of the delicate fabric. As my cock stopped jerking she reached down and scooped up a bit of cum and licked it off her finger.Her smile told me everything, then she touched the puddle again and leaned forward with her lips partially opened and smeared the thick white cum on them and without a seconds hesitation she kissed me, smearing my cum onto my lips. She used her tongue to feed me my seed, the first time in my life that I had tasted it. It was so sensuous, I felt the pressure on my cock as she bent against it. The leg elastic was binding against me and I felt my cock jerk as it often does after my orgasm.The only difference was that nothing could ooze out, the panty was holding it all in. The pressure was so strong yet not painful. She broke the kiss, wiped her thumb across my lips, “I hope that didn’t gross you out,” she said with no hint of worry in her expression. She knew I wasn’t offended.As she sat up my cock let go of that final bit of cum and started to shrink. Rachel placed her palms on my chest and pulled her hips forward releasing her hold on my cock. Her panty pulled against my cock and I could feel her bushy pussy wet with our arousal as she lifted a leg and rolled off of me. Lying beside me I could feel her warmth and the softness of her skin. This was NOTHING like any fantasy that I ever had using her pretty yellow panties for inspiration.

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Unexpectedly shared wife on vacation

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Unexpectedly shared wife on vacationThis happened while we were on Vacation and I was kind of having troubles getting a grip on my emotions. I was just looking to chat with people about it since this is not something I can really bring up to my friends. I did not want to post the whole story for fear of someone recognizing us but this is a throwaway and I figured why not. I typed this all out for a guy yesterday and just copied and pasted it here, if you have any comments or advice please let me know. We have been talking more about it and I think its helping. I have kik now too its A*********6. Here are a few pics from the trip.We met this couple at the beach bar one evening and they were super friendly so we made plans to hang out at the beach the next day. They were older then us. I am 32 my wife is 30 and they were in their 50’s. We hung out at the beach and had lots to drink and we were talking and laughing and having a great time. The canlı bahis wife from the other couple starts talking about how great their sex life still is after all these years. So then she says that her husband is hung and how much she loves it and says something to me that I must be big cause I am a big guy. I joked that I got ripped off in that department and we all laughed and talked about other things. So after hours of drinking in the sun they asked us up to their room. They said they had some stuff to make drinks and wanted to order some room service appetizers and just get out of the sun for a little bit. So we agreed. We get to their room, make more drinks, still everyone is laughing and having a good time and they are kicked back on the bed and she starts to rub her husband through his swim shorts. She asks my wife if she has ever seen a big one before and my wife says just in porn so the wife pulls his shorts down. My wife was bahis siteleri embarrassed and her face turned red and she was giggling and looking at me like oh my god what is going on. So the wife is like “look at how pretty it is” and “you should see it hard, isn’t it so big”. My wife is drunk and laughing but she was looking at it too so the wife says why dont you come over and help me get him hard so you can see how big it is. She says Chad wont mind will you chad (to me) so I said no go ahead…I didnt know what to say really so I said I didnt mind. She says you have to come over and at least touch a big one. So my wife gets up and sits down and grabs it, she is laughing the whole time and saying like I cant believe I am doing this. He gets fully hard and she is stroking it and he is rubbing her legs and the tone went from giggling and laughing to more serious like turned on. So then the wife asks my wife if she wants to try it. My bahis şirketleri wife is like what do you mean try it. she said hop on top and see how it feels. My wife is like no no I cant do that. So the wife is like sure you can, you are young on vacation do something wild. You will have a hot story to talk about. You know you want to see what its like to try it. So the wife says to me, Chad do you think she should try it. I said its up to her. So she says but you are ok with it right. It was like peer pressure I didnt want to be the one to say no so I said I am ok with it if she wants to. So she says look at her she wants to do it. So my wife says are you sure you are ok with it. I was like wow what did i do lol. I said yea. And she said ok she wanted to try it. So she stood up, took her little coverup dress off and her bikini bottoms and she got on top of him. I was sitting in a chair on one side of the bed and his wife was on the other side and she eventually came over and sat next to me and was asking me what I thought about it while they were doing it. It was really wild. I am still shocked my wife did it….but thats the story….Sorry if its long winded.

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An Evening In with MomThe whole thing started when I came home to an empty house a few weeks ago. I decided to check out some porn on the computer since I knew I had the whole day to myself. I had not jerked off in a week and I was ready to explode. The usual porn wasn’t getting me hard so I started to check out some other stuff, and came across guys with panty fetishes. I read on and felt my dick start to stiffen as the stories described guys stealing their sister’s panties and beating off with them. After about three stories, my cock was almost at full mast and I went to the bathroom to do some snooping. Even though no one was home, I felt weird and I kept looking around. I opened the hamper and dug through until I found a pair of blue silky panties that belonged to my mother. They were wrinkled and dirty and I brought them to my nose and breathed in. There was still a faint scent of pussy on them and my dick twitched. I slid off my own boxers and slid these panties on while I kept digging. The feel of the tight silk material was overwhelming, and my cock strained through almost ready to rip right through them. I next came across a pink pair which must have been placed there more recently because they were still damp, and the smell of cunt was stronger. I stuck out my tongue and licked the crotch area hoping for a little taste of my mother’s pussy, but there really wasn’t much. Now let me just say, I’ve never had a thing for my mother, or i****tuous acts at all, but after sifting through her dirty panties, I was becoming obsessed. I took off the pair I had on and started to stroke my hard cock while thinking about how my mother’s pussy would look with them on. My mother Linda has black shoulder length hair, she’s about 5’4” tall. Her breasts are perfect sized for her frame, not huge but if she were to lean forward, you would see significant cleavage. She has a very pretty face but her best feature is hands down, her sexy tight ass. She wears jeans that look painted on, like they were made just for that ass. When I’m out with her, I see all the guys turn and do a double take, and I think she knows it too.I continued to jerk my cock and I was so aroused I wasn’t even thinking when I shot my huge load into my mother’s panties. I tried to rinse them but it was bahis firmaları obvious what it was. I buried them deep in the hamper and went about the rest of my day, with the image of my mom’s hot ass in a pair of those silk panties.Over the next few days I had pretty much the same routine, beating off in pairs of mom’s used underwear, and occasionally the smell and taste of her sweet pussy would be very much still in them. My sister was off at college, she is two years older than my 18 years. Dad was on one of his many business trips so mom and I were always close since it was usually just us two. Thursday night came, and I sat on the couch watching tv while mom was doing laundry. She pulled out the stuff from the hamper and came across pairs of her undies stained and hardened with my sticky white cum. She knew exactly what it was but quickly continued loading the basket, and disappeared into the basement. When she got down there, she removed one of the pairs and brought it to her face for closer inspection. She stuck her tongue out and tasted what she knew was man jizz. And I’m guessing she had a pretty good idea whose it might be. She felt dirty at first, but then she began to feel turned on and felt her pussy itch a bit. She hadn’t been properly fucked in months. She licked my dried cum more and reached a finger down below to her wetting hole. I began to realize mom was down doing laundry for a long time but I didn’t care, I went up to my room and took care of my hardening rod. Mom remained in the basement, fingering herself to orgasm with her cum stained panties in her face. The next day was Friday, and I was waiting for my friend to call with the evening’s plans. Dinner was quiet, mom and I ordered in pizza, and neither of us really spoke much, though I did take more notice of her swaying ass and her bouncing boobs as she walked. I think she may have noticed me watching also. It kind of looked like she was intentionally trying to tease me when she bent down or leaned forward, but I was not sure. After dinner, mom yelled to me from her room, asking if I was going out. I told her im waiting for a phone call and she told me to come to her room for a minute. I grabbed my cell and trotted down the hallway and nudged the door open as my cell started to ring. kaçak iddaa I answered and told Joe to hold on one sec… I looked up into mom’s room to find her spread out on her bed, in matching pink bra and panties, nothing else. She smiled at me and whispered,”Would u like to taste my pussy from the source?” My mouth dropped, I was frozen in place at her door, forgetting Joe was on the phone until he yelled out to see if I was there.I spoke into the phone without taking my eyes off mom, and told Joe something came up, I can’t make it out tonight. I hung up before he even responded. “What?” , I asked mom.”You heard me, why don’t you join me in my bed and help me make a new batch of dirty panties?” , she said back to me.I looked down and my cock was poking out, I was rock hard. I tried to adjust myself but mom giggled and told me to just remove the pants and come in. I obeyed, sliding down my jeans and standing there in just my tented boxers. I was embarrassed and nervous, but mom crawled over, and pulled me closer to her. As I got close, I noticed several black pussy hairs peeking out the sides of the panties. She must have a thick bush under there, I thought to myself as my cock continued to grow harder and longer than ever before. She yanked down my boxers and immediately began to lick my heavy balls. I was in heaven, as she sucked in one ball at a time, then began to slide her tongue up my shaft towards the head. When she got to the head, she licked just the tip, over and over, driving me crazy. I could smell her sopping cunt and that was driving me crazy too. Mom must have felt I was getting close so she stopped and lay back on her bed, legs spread. She didn’t have to speak, I knew what she wanted. I knew what I wanted. I decided to tease her too, licking her toes first, then ever so slowly licking my way up her smooth legs. As I reached her inner thighs, she was quivering, eager for me to reach my goal. When I did reach her pussy, I licked all around the panty lines, and even licked her crotch through her wet panties. She was dripping wet, and her bedroom reeked of her hairy pussy. I pulled the panties down just a bit, and darted my tongue at her bush. She begged me to stop teasing and to eat her, but I kept teasing until she slid the panties off herself kaçak bahis and wrapped her sexy legs around my head. I found her clit, and sucked it hard while I stuck a finger or two into her wet hole. She was writhing on the bed and whispering my name. Photos https://cpmlink.net/hC7vAAAs she began to moan more and more, I went to town, devouring her delicious sweet pussy for all I was worth. My hard cock dangled between us as I ate my own mother’s pussy dry. In the meantime, she had slipped her bra off and was rubbing her gorgeous tits, making my cock twitch. I leaned forward and took one of her tits into my mouth, and gently licked it and blew on it. Mom told me I was driving her crazy, and she had to have my hard cock in her NOW!I had dated a few girls but never had sex to this point, and I was so excited to finally get to plunge this thick meat into someone, even if it was my mother. I spread mom’s legs apart and rested my cock on her pussy, rubbing it in her sexy forest of black curls. She screamed for me to fuck her already, so I aimed for her soaked hole, and slid into her, a little at a time, loving the feeling of my cock filling this tight cunt. Mom loved it too, she screamed out how good I felt in her, and that only made me fuck harder and faster. We shifted on the bed, I lay on my back and I had mom sit on my cock. This allowed me to have her hot tits in my face, and also to grab hold off the sexiest ass ever, as my dick pistoned in and out of her snatch. This was sooo amazing, I wanted to fuck her forever, but I felt that familiar urge coming on, and I warned mom I was close to exploding. I figured she would climb off me and maybe let me cum on her tits, but she pushed down harder on my crotch, the sensation was too much and I blew my load right up her hairy cunt. Globs of jizz dripped out of her onto my balls, and her sheets. She had come at the same time as me, and her warm girl juices leaked out as well. The smell was intoxicating, and mom and I were both panting and sweating. She collapsed next to me with a smile on her face of pure pleasure, and I watched my dick start to soften, fresh off its first visit into a hot tight pussy. I turned to mom, and asked her what would happen now, and she responded by telling me that’s up to how quickly I can get my cock hard again! I thought about that for a second, and realized I was probably in for the best night of my life, a night of all the sex I could handle, and my sexy nymph of a mom wanted all the cock I had to offer.

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

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C’était une simple Baby Sitter (3)

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

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

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

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