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KEŞİFLERİM -4- iLK BİSEKSÜEL ÇİFT DENEYİMİM-
Maalesef buradaki ve diğer hikaye sitelerindeki hikayelerin kalitesi oldukça düşmeye başladı.. Kaliteyi yükseltmeye çalışıyorum.. Ama tek başıma yetmiyor..:).. Şaka bir yana, gerçekten ortamdaki kalitesiz, kısa ve boş hikayeler nedeniyle sanırım bir sonraki hikayem, yani 5. hikayem son hikayem olacak ve başka yazmayacağım. Kaliteli yapımlar gelirse belki gözden geçirebilirim bu düşüncemi..

Neyse…

En baştan söylemeliyim ki, serinin en ateşli hikayeleri bu 4. Ve 5. Hikayeler olacak.. ?

Önceki hikayeden devam..

Artık herşey ayarlanmış, otobüs biletimi almıştım. Bir çocuk gibiydim ve içim içime sığmıyordu. Ama bir yandan da ya bir sorun olursa, ya beni beğenmezlerse, ya onlar beklediğim gibi olmazsa ya da yaşayacaklarımız hayal ettiğim gibi olmazsa diye kendi kendime kuruyordum. Gerçi resimlerimizi paylaşmıştık. Hem çıplak hem de yüz fotograflarımızı ama yine de bir ilk yaşayacak olmak beni böyle bir ruh haline sokmuştu. En iyisi çok umutlanmamak çokta negatif düşünmemek deyip bunları fazla düşünmemeye karar verdim. Sonuçta dünyanın sonu değildi. Öyle ya da böyle aynı gün, ya da ertesi gün sevişip ya da sevişmeyip eve dönecektim. Bir gün önceden gereksiz tüylerimi tüy dökücü ya da jiletle almıştım. Yola çıkacağım günün sabahında da kendime 3-4 defa yoğun lavman yapmıştım ki bir sıkıntı olmasın.
Yola çıktım. Yaklaşık 5-6 saatlik bir yoldan sonra otogara yaklaşırken Murat’ı aradım. Geldiğimde otogardaydı. Arabasının yerini tarif etmişti ve arabasına bulduğunda onu gördüm. Dışarıda beni bekliyordu.. Birbirini uzun süredir tanıyan dostlar gibi kucaklaştık. Arabasına atlayıp eve doğru yola çıktık. Yolda havadan sudan biraz sohbet ettik. Sonra eve vardık. Eve vardığımızda Lale bizi karşıladığında resmen dibim düştü diyebilirim. Fotograflarından çok daha çekiciydi. Onunla da sıcak bir kucaklaşma ve öpüşmeden sonra içeri geçtik, bana yorgunluk kahvesi yaptılar ve kahvelerimizi içerken sohbet etmeye başladık.
Herkes biribirine ısınmış ve samimi ve içten bir sohber oluyordu. Güzel başladığına sevinmiştim. Sonuçta birbirimizi tanıdığımız ve tercihlerimizi bildiğimiz için de konu rahatça cinselliğe kayabiliyordu.
Yaklaşık 4-5 yıldır swing yaptıklarını, evliliklerindeki seksin monotonlaşmaya başlamasından sonra bu hayatı denemeye karar verdiklerini söylediler. Ama ilk zamanlar kolay olmamış. Bu konuyu ilk Murat düşünmüş ve Lale’yle bu konuyu ilk konuştuğunda Lale, Murat benim dışındaki birini nasıl arzular diye düşünerek günlerce ağlamış. Fakat sonrasında o da evliliklerindeki monotonluğu kaldırmak için bunu bir oyun olarak kabul edip denemeye karar vermişler. Eğer bu denemeden ikisinden birisi hoşlanmazsa bu defteri kapatırız demişler. Ama ilk deneyimleri güzel geçmiş ve devam etmişler. Lale ise çok ilginç bir şekilde bu deneyimler arttıkça kendi biseksüelliğini keşfetmiş. Ve kendisi gibi biseksüel kadınlara rastladığında bunu yaşamış doya doya. Zaten daha önce aralarında tek bayan aldıkları da olmuştu. Ve bu bayanlar genelde biseksüeldi ve hem Lale hem de Murat bu kadınlarla hoş deneyimler yaşamıştı. Ben ilk tek erkektim. Ve aynı zamanda ilk biseksüel erkektim. Bu yüzden bizim deneyimimiz biraz faklı olacaktı. Erkek erkeğe biseksüel ve aynı zamanda da Lale ile normal iki erkek gibi grup deneyimi yaşayacaktık. Eş değiştirdikleri çiftlerde hiç bir zaman erkekler birbiriyle bir deneyim yaşamamıştı. Belki de biseksüel erkeklerin bulunduğu bir çifte rast gelmediler. Ya da bununla ilgili başlangıcı benim gibi bir tek erkekle yaşamak istediler. Bilemiyorum. Bir seferinde 4 çift olmuşlar evde. Yani tam bir orgy yaşamışlar. Sohbet havasında olduğumuz için detaya çok fazla giremedim ve soramadım. Daha enterasanı, burası Istanbul dışında ve nispeten insanların birbirini tanıdığı ve ufak bir yer olmasına rağmen hem komşuları hem de aile dostları olan bir çiftle içkili bir akşam sofrasında swing yaptıklarını paylaşmışlar. Biliyorum inanması zor geliyor, ben de hala inanamıyorum ama bu çiftte swing yaptıklarını itiraf etmiş ve kendi aralarında da swing yapmışlar. Ve hatta benim geldiğim o gece de çocukları o çifte bırakmışlardı. Belki de bana uydurdukları bir hikayedir diyeceğim ama neden uydursunlar, bana yalan borçları yoktu sonuçta.?..

Sohbetimiz böyle devam ederken Lale, ikimize dönerek “ben ikinizde de biraz gerginlik ve heyecan görüyorum. Ama rahat olun, ben sizi zaten rahatlatıp havaya sokarım” dedi. Güldük.. Sen olmasan tadı çıkmazdı zaten dedim. Sonra da Murat “Erdemcim bu nasıl bir şey biliyor musun, hani 4 arkadaş toplanıp okey oynarsın ya, eğlenirsin, güzel vakit geçirirsin ve sonrasında da herkes evine döner, bu yaşayacağımız şeyde aşağı yukarı böyle. Maksat eğlenmek. Daha fazla bir anlam yüklemeye gerek yok, sadece eğleneceğiz ve sonra da hayatımıza devam edeceğiz. Bizim swing ilişkilerde yaşadığımız ve hissettiğimiz sadece bu. Ve bu eğlence, güzel tatlar hayatımıza renk ve anlam kattığı için bu yaşam tarzına devam ediiyoruz” dedi. Bu söyledikleri benim yabancı olduğum swing kültürünü anlamama yardımcı oldu. Gerçekten bu söylediği cümleyi sizlerinde iyi anlamasını rica ediyorum. Aslında tüm swing olayını, mantığını ve felsefesini özetliyordu Murat’ın bu sözleri..

Akşam sat 7 falan olmuştu. Ben herşeyi onların kontrolüne bırakmıştım. Zaten tecrübesizdim, şunu yapalım hadi falan gibi yaklaşamıyordum. Hadi dışarıda bir yemek yiyelim, biraz da içeriz sonra eve döneriz dediler. Toparlandık ve çıktık. Hem içkili hem de canlı müzik olan hem de güzel şeyler yiyebileceğimiz bir restorana geldik. İlginci ufak bir yer olduğu için çoğu insan birbirini tanıyor ve Murat ve Lale birçok insana selam verip duruyordu. Murat Lale’ye ve bana, “sorarlarsa Murat senin halanın oğlu” deyip göz kırptı.. Neyse yedik içtik, canlı müzik slow’a döndüğünde Lale ve Murat dansetti bir süre. Ben çok içmedim, çünkü alkol benim libidomu düşürüyor. Akşam boyunca sadece yavaş yavaş bir kadeh rakı içtim. Onlarsa 3-4 kadeh içmişti.

Lale, ben fazla konuşmadığımdan bana şakayla karışık takılıyordu. Ben de “benim dilim evde açılır, merak etmeyin, hünerlerimi görürsünüz” dedim. Güldük. Gerçekten de o zamanlar biraz utangaç bir yapım olduğundan ve olacakları merak ettiğimden fazla konuşamıyordum. Haklıydı. Artık böyle değilim gerçi. Böyle durumlarda o utangaç havayı çok çabuk bir şekilde dağıtıp kendi asıl eğlenceli ve hoşsohbet halime geçiş yapabiliyorum.

Neyse sonra toparlandık ve eve doğru yola çıktık. Kimseden olumsuz bir şey çıkmadığı için ben heralde birşeyler yaşarız diye düşünüyordum. Ama çok fazla da heyecanlı değildim o an açıkçası. Belki bir kadeh içki rahatlatmıştı beni belki de yaşayacaklarımz bana da olağan gelmeye başlamıştı.

Eve geçtik. İçerisini biraz serin buldum. “Biraz ısıtabilir miyiz odayı” dedim. Biraz ısınması benim için yeterliydi. Murat bunun üzerine şömineye bir kaç tahta parçası ve odun koyarak yaktı.

Oturduk, Lale duş alıp almak istemediğimi sordu. Ben de zaten bunun için izin isteyecektim. Havlu alıp duşa girdim. Sadece vücudumu yıkayıp üstüme de sadece bir bokser ve tişört giyip çıktım. Lale ve Murat salonda oturuyordu. Ben “ben birkaç güzel film getirdim” diye göz kırptım. “Travesti severseniz bizim durumumuza uygun” dedim. Onlarda koy bakalım dediler. VCD’ye filmi koyduk ve benim sevdiğim bir bölümü başlattık. Filmi seyrederken bir yandan da yorumlar yapıyor ve travestiler, gayler, biseksler ve lezbiyenlerle ilgili konuşuyorduk.

Oda ısınmaya başlamıştı. Hepimizin elinde birer sigara vardı. Murat ve Lale yanyana çekyatta bense bir yandaki koltuktaydım. Lale izin isteyerek çıktı. Biz Murat’la bir süre filmi izledik. Murat’ın tahrik olmaya başladığını görüyordum. Az sonra Lale harika kırmızı bir babydol’le çıka geldi ve Murat’ın yanına oturdu. Murat “karıcım istersen misafirimize yer açalım” diyerek bana göz kırptı ve Lale’yi biraz daha yana çekti. Ben de kalkıp yanlarına oturdum. Lale şimdi ikimizin ortasındaydı. Hafiften öpüşüyorlardı ve Murat Lale’nin bacaklarını okşamaya başladı. Ben de diğer taraftan hafif hafif okşamaya başladım Lale’yi bacaklarından. Sonra Lale doğruldu ve babydol’ü attı üzerinden arkası dönüktü ve kırmızı bir string ve sütyeniyle kaldı. Harika bir götü vardı Lale’nin.. Sonra tekrar aramıza yattı ve Murat’la birlikte Lale’yi okşamaya ve öpmeye başladık. Lale tekrar ayağa kalktı ve bu sefer sütyenini çözdü. Ve tekrar aramıza yattığında Lale’nin küçük ama avuca sığan uçları ağızdan taşacak büyükleteki göğüsleri gözlerimizin önüne geldi. Murat sol ben sağ göğsünü okşamaya başladık. Ve sonra eğilip dudaklarımı Lale’nin göğüslerinde gezdirip, sonunda o tatlı ve harika uçlarını emmye başladım. Sertleşmeye başlayan uçlarını ağzımın içinde aynı anda dillemeye başladım. Aynı anda Murat’ında aynısını yapmaya başladığını gördüm. Lale daha sonra, bir göğsünde Murat’ın ve bir göğsünde de benim dudaklarımı hissetmenin çok tahrik edici olduğunu söylemişti. Lale kendinden geçmeye ve inlemeye başlamıştı.

Ortam artık iyice ateşlenmiş ve buram buram seks kokmaya başlamıştı. Bir ara Murat’la ikimiz durduk bir an göz göze geldik ve hipnotize edilmiş gibi dudaklarımız birbirine yaklaştı ve çok kısa bir süre opüştük. Buna aslında pek hazır değildim. Ama o an pek rahatsız olmadım. Zaten kısa kesip tekrar Lale’nin göğüs uçlarını emmeye devam ettik. Bir yandan lalenin tüm vücudunu okşuyor, ara ara Lale ile sırayla öpüşüyorduk. Lale’nin benimle öpüşmeyebileceğini düşünmüştüm ama yanılmışım. Büyük bir zevkle ve ihtirasla öpüştük ve dillerimiz de birbirini keşfetti öpüşürken. Lale bir anda Murat’a dönüp “Yala, yalaaa” diye neredeyse bağırmaya başladı. Murat bunun üzerine Lale’nin stringini hızlıca çıkarttı ve Lale’nin tamamen tüysüz ve pürüzsüz ve tatlı ve pembe amı gözümüzün önüne serildi. Murat zaman kaybetmeden Lale’nin amına yapışarak emmeye ve yalamaya başladı. Ben deLale’nin göğüslerini emmeye ve okşamaya devam ettim. Sonra Lale doğruldu, ve üstümdeki tişörtü çıkarıp attı. Murat’ta aynı anda adeta saldırır gibi altımdaki bokser’ı çıkartıp attı. Bir anda bende çırıl çıplak kaldım karşılarında. Ve elbette dimdiktim. Lale çölde susuz kalmışçasına sikimi tutup ağzına aldı ve başını indirip kaldırmaya başladı. Murat hemen yanındaydı. Lale deyim yerindeyse hırsını aldıktan sonra sikimi tutup Murat’a doğru çevirdi ve istermisin dercesine gözlerinin içine baktı. Murat’ta Lale’den farksız bir şekilde sikimi doğrudan ağzına alıp hızlıca sokup çıkarmaya başladı. Ve bunu sırayla bir süre daha devam ettirdiler. Gözlerimin önünde güzel ve ateşli karı koca, sırayla sikimi paylaşıyorlardı. O güne özel hazırlık yaptığım için bir hafta boşalmamıştım. Neyseki o anki durumum iyiydi. Harika şeyler yaşıyordum ama boşalmaktan uzaktım o anda.. Sonra Lale çok sevdiğim şekilde taşaklarımı yalamaya ve ağzına sokup emmeye başladı. Murat’ta aynı anda sikimi yalıyordu.

Sonra Lale eşinden sikimi devraldı ve yalamaya devam ederken Murat’ta soyunmaya başladı. O da üzerindeki bokser ve tişörtü attıktan sonra bizim gibi çırılçıplak kaldı. Ve bana doğru yöneldi. Doğrusu Murat’ın o iri bedenine göre sikinin daha büyük olacağını düşünmüştüm ama benimkine yakın bir şeydi. Benimki 16’ysa o da 15.5 falandı. Bunun çok bir önemi yoktu zaten. Benim için ilk deneyimim de ne büyük ne de küçük birşey olması önemliydi. Murat’ın siki de o büyüklükteydi zaten. Sonra Murat sikini ağzıma doğru yaklaştırdı ve boğuk bir sesle “senin ağzın boş kaldı ama” dedi. Ben de “doldur o zaman” deyip ağzımı açtığımda Murat ağzıma verdi. Ben de büyük bir zevkle Murat’ın sikini emmeye yalamaya başladım. Çok büyük olmadığından neredeyse köküne kadar ağzıma alabilmem onu inletiyordu. Sonra çıkarıp benimkinden biraz daha iri olan taşaklarını yalamaya ve emmeye başladım. Hem taşaklarımın emilmesini hem de temiz ve pürüzsüz taşakları emmeyi benim kadar seven kimse var mıdır bilmiyorum. Bir süre o pozisyonda devam ettikten sonra, Murat geri çekildi ve Lale’yi kucağına alarak içine girdi.

Karşımda karı koca kucak kucağa sikişiyorlardı. Ben de önden Lale’nin göğüslerini yalamaya okşamaya başladım. Ve dilimle aşağıya doğru kayarak o muhteşem göbek deliğinde biraz oyalandıktan sonra, klitorisinden başlıyarak tatlı amını yalamaya başladım. İç dudaklarına geldiğimde dilim hep Lale’nin amına hem de Murat’ın sikine deyiyor değişik tatlar keşfediyordu. Biraz daha kayıp Murat’ın sikini dilledim ve yaladım, sonra tekrar yukarı çıkıp Lale’nin amını ve klitorisini, derken, biraz daha cesur olup, Murat’ın sikini tutup Lale’nin amından çıkardım ve yalamaya başladım. Lale’nin suları ve Murat’ın sikinin tadını alıyordum şimdi. Harikaydı. Rüyada gibiydim. Sonra tekrar Murat’ın sikini tutup Lale’nin amına soktum ve Lale tekrar Murat’ın kucağında zıplamaya başladı. Bu şekilde bu yolculuğu birkaç defa tekrar ettikten sonra Murat’ın siki ağzımdayken Lale’nin doğrulduğunu ve arkama doğru geçtiğini farkettim.

Bunu sanırım daha önceden anlaşarak yaptılar ya da o anda karar verdiler bilmiyorum. Murat’ın sikini yalarken hafif domalmış pozisyondaydım ve Lale’nin arkamdan götüme doğru yaklaştığını hissettim ve deliğime doğru parmağının dokunuşunu. Daha rahat erişmesi için ona iyice domaldım ve Lale hiç beklemediğim bir şekilde diliyle deliğimi yalamaya başladı. Bu hissi biliyordum. Ama Lale’nin, bu güzel kadının bunu ilk tanıştığımız geceden bana yapabileceğini beklemiyordum. İrkildim ve inleyerek kendimi bu güzel zevke bıraktım. Lale, sonra benim daha önce ortada bıraktığım kaydırıcı jeli alıp deliğime sürmeye başladı.. Ve orta parmağını yavaşça deliğime bastırmaya başladı. Hafif hafif göt deliğimi parmağıyla ovalıyor ve gevşetiyordu. Deliğim biraz gevşeyince hafiften parmağını bastırmaya başladı ve gevşeyen deliğim fazla bir direnç göstermeden Lale’nin parmağını içeriye aldı. Lale şimdi parmağını hafiçe ileri geri itip çekiyordu. O anda Murat başımı sikinden kaldırdı ve o da doğrularak arkama geçti.

Az önce gözlerimin önünde sırayla sikimi ağzıma alan karı koca şimdi de götümün önündelerdi. Az önce kölelerim gibi sikimi sırayla ağızlarına alıyorlarken şimdi ben onlarında önünde köle gibi domalmış olacakları bekliyordum. Hiç konuşmuyor, sanki hislerimizle anlaşıyorduk. Murat’a kondom takıcaksım değil mi dediğimde, “biz kondom kullanmayız ki” dedi. Bir an kala kaldım.. O noktada dönüş yoktu.. Sadece, “içime boşalma sakın” diyebildim. Olayı Lale’nin izlemesi , karı kocanın arkamda götümün ilk sikilmesine hazırlık yapması bugün bile bunları düşündüğümde bu satırları yazdığımda beni tahrik eden bir şey. Şu an bu satırları yazarken de semsert olduğumu söylememe gerek var mı bilmiyorum. “Peki” dedi Murat. “Merak etme ve rahat ol”. O an herşeye hazırdım. Onlarda bunun farkındaydı ve bu ilkimin özel ve güzel olması için çalışıyorlardı. Lale’nin bunu izlemesi ise ortamı sadece daha fazla ateşlendiriyordu. Lale götüme sokup çıkardığı parmağını çekti.. Ve.. Arkamda deliğimin üstünde yumuşaklık ve sertlik arası birşey hissettim. Bu Murat’ın sikinin başıydı.. O an kalbim heyecandan yüksek ritimde atıyor ve Murat’ın deliğime sokmasını büyük bir heyecanla ve arzuyla bekliyordum. Lale’nin çok güzel gevşettiği deliğim Murat’ın sikini içine almak için artık hazırdı. Murat hafif hafif bastırıp çekmeler yaparak, sikiyle deliğimi daha da gevşetiyordu. İyice gevşedikten sonra itip çekme hareketleri iki ileri bir geri hareketlerine dönüştü ve artık sikinin başı deliğimi iyice gevşetmişti ve her an Murat’ın sikini içime alabileceğimi hissediyordum.

Derken.. Belli belirsiz bir acıyla Murat’ın sikinin başı deliğime girdi. Acı çok ama çok hafif ve o anlıktı. Neredeyse yoktu desem yeri. O anda hissettiğim his, evet nihayet.. Götümün deliğinden içeri bir sik girdi ve büyük zevk alıyorum. O anda aldığım his daha önce içime aldığım, mum, roll on şişesi, patlıcan v.s. aldığım hiç bir hisse benzemiyordu. Murat hafif bir ileri geri hareketi daha yaptıktan sonra sikinin kalan kısmını da yavaşça götüme soktu ve dibine geldi. Kasıkları götüme değdiğinde bunu hissettim. “Ohh.. Çok güzel.. Harikaaa” sözleri ağzımdan döküldü.. Bir süre öyle kaldık.

Ben zevkten zaman zaman inliyordum. Sonra hafifçe sikinin yarısını sokup çıkarmaya başladı. Çok yavaş. O anda Lale arkamdan çıktı ve altıma ters yatarak sikimi ve taşaklarımı yalamaya başladı. Ben de o posizyonda eğilip harika ve tatlı amını dillemeye yalamaya başladım. Lale’nin bacaklarını biraz daha kaldırıp, dizlerini göğsüne doğru hafifçe bastırıp arka deliğine ulaştım. Lale’nin her şeyi gibi arka deliği de harika bir güzellikteydi. Tüysüz, tertemiz ve yala beni der gibi bakıyordu ve bir yandan Murat arkamda hafif hafif gidip gelirken diğer yandan da ben Lale’nin o tatlı arka deliğine yumuldum. Yalamaya emmeye başladım. Dudaklarımı yapıştırıp göt deliğini vücudundan çekip kopartmak istercesine emip emip bırakıyordum. Aynı anda da farkına sonradan vardığım şekilde, Murat’ın biraz daha hızlanmasını istercesine götümü Murat’ın kasıklarına doğru itip çekmeye, gidip gelmesine eşlik etmeye başladım. Murat artık sikini boylu boyunca götüme sokup çıkarıyor ve kasıkları artık götüme biraz daha sert vuruyor ve ses çıkartmaya başlıyordu. Bir anda “durun geliyorum!” dedim. O anda sikime dokunmadan boşalacağımı hissettim. Ama bir yandan bu an hiç bitmesin istiyordum. O anda Lale de ağzını sikimden çekip göğüslerini sikimin altına getirip benim spermlerimi beklemeye başladı. Fakat kendimi tuttum. Belki bıraksaydım boşalabilirdim. Daha yaşanacak çok şey var diye düşündüm.

Götümü Murat’ın sikinden çektim ve Murat’a çekyatı işaret ederek “Şuraya oturur musun” dedim. Murat hemen oturdu ve ben sırtım Murat’a dönük şekilde elimle sikini deliğime ayarlayarak Murat’ın sikine oturmaya başladım.. Zaten gevşemiş olan deliğim hemen siki içine aldı ve kendimi Murat’ın kucağına bıraktım. Bu çok faklı ve hoş bir histi. Murat’ın kucağının sıcaklığını götümde hissediyordum. Siki tamamen götümde idi ve Murat göbeğimi ve sırtımı okşuyordu. O anda kendimi çok dişi ve Murat’a ait hissediyordum ve bu beni müthiş tahrik ediyordu. Heralde kadın olmak böyle bir şey. Ait olmaktan, bedenini sunmaktan, kendini vermekten tahrik olmak. Erkek olmaksa bu verilenin kıymetini bilip, ona hakkını vermek ve bu sahiplikten zevk almak. Bir biseksüel olarak bu iki hisside artık çok iyi anlıyor ve hissediyordum. Yavaşça oturup kalkmaya başladım. Murat’ın siki de içime girip çıkmaya. Zevkten inliyordum. Murat’tan da zevk iniltileri geliyordu.

Lale tam sikimin önüne göğüsleri gelecek şekilde durmuş bizi izliyordu. Ve gözünün hemen önündeki bu erkek erkeğe ama içinde yine de bir dişilik erkeklik barındıran sikişmeye bakıyordu. Otrurup kalkmalarımı biraz daha hızlandırdım. Lale’yi biraz daha kendime çektim şimdi sikim Murat’ın siki götüme girip çıktıkça Lale’nin harika göğüslerine sürtüyordu. Bu sürtünmeninde etkisiyle artık doruğa doğru yol almaya başladım. “Geliyorum.. ” diye seslendim, o anda Lale göğüslerini biraz daha yapıştırdı sikime. Durdum.. Ve sikime başka bir temasta bulunmadan sikimden spermler, bir haftalıktan fazla, artık jel kıvamına gelen spermler, sikimin ucundan çıkmaya başladı. İlk bir kaç fışkırma oldukça koyu ve kısaydı. Sonrakiler biraz daha akışkan.. Toplamda en az 5 defa fışkırmışımdır sanırım. Lale sonra şöyle demişti. “O ilk spermler öyle katıydı ki kalan spermler içinden çıkamayacak diye korktum”

Elimle daha fazla boşalmak için uğraşmadım. Zaten, tavsiyemdir, boşalmaya başladığınızda bırakın sikiniz doğal bir şekilde boşalsın. Boşalırken gidip gelme yaparsanız ya da elinizle devam ederseniz, içinizden fazla sperm boşalır ve bir sonraki seansa daha geç hazır olursunuz…

Sonra kalktım. Aslında Murat için devam edebilirdim. Onun zevki yarıda kalmıştı ama bu yaşadığım ilkler ve benim için harika son biraz mola almamı gerektirdi. Zaten onlarda herhangi bir serzenişte bulunmadığı gibi tersine ben Murat’ın kucağından kalktıktan sonra birbirlerine bakıp “Harikaydı, süperdi, evet muhteşemdi” dediler ve Murat elini havaya kaldırıp Lale ile çak yaptı. Sonra da ellerine bana doğru çevirdiler ve ben de çak yaptım.:) Bu görüntü benim kadar onların da zevk aldığını gösteriyordu ve seksin arkasından çak yapmak biraz komik olsa da beni de mutlu etti.

Sonrasında odaya geldim. Onlar hala çıplaktı. Ben de havluyu çıkardım. Lale oturduğum koltuğa pufu yanaştırdı ve inik sikimi eliyle kaldırarak başının arkasına koydu ve kasıklarımla birlikte sikime yasladı başını. Hafifçe bana dönerek ve gülümseyerek “Rahatsız olmasın değil mi” diye sormayı da ihmal etmedi. “Elbette hayır” dedim. Ve bir yandan elini tutup saçlarını okşamaya başladım. Murat “Nasıldı” diye sordu. Ben de “harikaydi, ne diyebilirim.. inanılmazdı” dedim. “Yani içime aldığım diğer nesnelerle kıyaslayamam bile ,müthişti” dedim. Lale “şu halime bak, üstüm başım ter, önüm ıslak, göğüslerimde spermler” deyip bir kahkaha attı. Biraz daha sohbet ettik. Ve onlarda duşa girdi. Giyinik geldiler. Ben de havluyla önümü kapattım. Sohbet etmeye devam ettik. Eve geldiğimizde saat 11 falandı. Şimdi de 12’yi geçiyordu muhtemelen.

Devamı sonraki hikayede.. 😉

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Merhabalar ben mine 46 yaşında hafif balık etli esmer bir bayanım.Evli üç çoçuk annesiyim,kocamın maaşı yetmiyordu. Kocam küçük bi gıda toptan firmasında çalışıyor,maddi yeterizlikten dolayı aynı iş yerinde temizlik görevlisi olarak işe başladım eeee çocuklarda büyümüş liseli olmuşlardı.Çoçuklardan öğrendim bu mereti kullanmasını da zaten.
Başlayalı 5 ay olduki kocamı vee birkaç kişiyi daha işten çıkarcaklardı,ne yapardık kocama söledim kara kara düşünüyodukki kocama ben ali beyle konuşuyımmı dedim oda tamam dedi,zira başka şansımız yoktu.Ben sabah işyerine gittimizde temizlik numarasıyla odada bişeyler yapıyor gibi ali beyi beklerken oda birden geldi.gergindi,hoş geldiniz dedim etrafı biraz siliyo bahanesiyle beklerken bana bitmedi mi seninde işin dedi,şey dedim ben dedim kocam deyince eeeeee napalım işler kötü deyince ne olur ali bey kulunuz köleniz olayım ne derseniz yaparım yeterki kocamı işten çıkarmayaın mahvoluruz çoluk çocuk burdan ekmek yiyoruz deyince birden ali beyin gözleri parladı,çok fazla ileeri gittiğimi anladım.Ne istersemmi ,istediğim zaman istediğim gibimi sorular sorunca şaşırdım benim gibi 45 ini geçmiş bi kadından ne bekleybilirki derken.Ağzımdan halen saf saf ne olursa efendim çıktı.Birden ayağa kalktı beni masaya çağırdı.İstem dışı şuursuzca dediklerini yapmış masaya yaklaşmıştım.Yanına geldiğimde koca götüme sert bi şaplak attı ve ellerini masya koy dedi ve kapıya doğru gitti zaten kocamda uzun süredir doğru düzgün sikişmiyorduk amımın sulanmasını unutmuş titremek neydi hatırlamıyorken;şimdi bacaklarımdan aşağıya amımın suyu akarken bakire bir kız gibi tir titriyordum.Bu arada ali bey kapıyı açıp sekretere kızım minenin kocasını listeden çıkartın benide rahatsız etmeyin dedi.Oh allahım dedim kendimce kocamın işini kurtarmıştım peki ya kendimi nasıl kurtarcaktım.ali bey yanıma geldi ben halen ellerim masada ve kendime inanamıyordum sanki komut almışçasına götümü dışarı çıkarmıştım.İçim içime sığmıyor terlemeye başlamıştım aman allaahım kocamdan sonra ilk defa bi erkek beni hemde 46 yaşında sikecekti.ali bey yanıma geldi orospuuuuu dedi bana sertçe ve ğüslerimi mıncıklamaya başladızaten şu koca götün koca memelerin öldürüyodu beni dedi. İşte bu lafıyla ben titreyerek boşalmayaa başladım aman allaahım bu hissi özlemiştim.Birden bedenimi sertçe masaya yaslayıp hırlayarak eteğimi kaldırdı daha kilotumu indirmeden arkamdaa fermuar sesini duydum ve heyacandan arkama o yarrağı göremeden içime girmesini bekliyordum oda yarrağını sokmadan önce tükürük kullanıyoduki gerek yok alibey ben zaten boşaldım diynce aman allahım yaarrağını kafasını am dudaklarımda hissettiğim anda ikinciye boşalıyor kendimden geçmiştim ki üç çocuk çıkran amıma rağmen yarrağını birden köklemesiyle ahhhhhhh aahhhhhhhhh ayyyyyyyyyy diye haykırmam bir oldu ali beyse orospu diye diye götümü tokatlaayaark beni hayvan gibi sikiyordu aman allahım neydi o sanki ammı yara yara içimde pompalıyodu. Beni öle sikerken 10 dakikaa kadar olmuş artık canım acımaaya başlıyoduki saçlarıma yapışarak at yönlendiri gibi ohh çeke çeke beni sikmesiyle boşalcağınıanlamştımki,içime oluk oluk boşalmaayaa başladı,bense artık kendimden geçmiş ıhhıımm ıhıımmm diyerk sikilmenin keyfiyle amımdaaki sıcaklığın hazzıyla kendimden geçmiştimki;yarrağı çıkardı amımdan ve dönde temizle lan şunu orospu diyodu aşağılananark sikilmiş olmaak bana ayrı bi zevk veriyodu.ve önünde çömelerek yarrağını ağzını aldımm daha önce hiç yapmadığım şeyi yapıp döllerini emip bi güzel yuttum.buarada amımdan dölleri süzülmeye başlamıştı sonra ayağa kalktık ben panikle hemen paspas getirip şurayı alayım dedim çabuk dedi.Hiç bi şey olmamış gibi davrandı ben kapıyı açıp dışarı çıktığımda sekreter ayşenin bana tuhaf bakışı yerindibime sokmuştu doğru ya bağıra bağıra sikilmiştim.hemen paspası aldım geri döndüm aklımda acaba bi sonra ne zaman diye düşünürken pas pasa başlamıştım.Bundan sonraa altına böle köylü işi çamaşır giyme dedi,amınıgötünü de bi güsel temizleme bu halle ben nasıl yalıycaam onu dedi.Amaan allahım beni tekrar hemde yalyarak sikeceekti,fakat beyim benim öle süssülüşeyler almaya param yookki diyince telefonla ayşeyi çağırdı öğlene kadar bu kadını al,güzel şeyler alın bide kuaföre götür temizlet hadi hadi dedi yerin dibine girmiştim,ayşe tabi alibey dedi gel abla dedi.bende teşekkür ettim ve çıktık ayşecim ben kocama uğrayayım da geleyim dedi oda tam abla dedi.kocam nasıl hallettinki dedi hallettim işte şimdilik burdayız dedim oda sevindi.Ne bilsinki karısı patron kapatması oldu.Biz ayşeyle çarşıya çıkmış seksi süslü renkli şeyler aldık ayşe bana ne yaptığının farkındasın dımı dedi yakında herkes duyacak ve sana sarkacak dedi;vaalla bu yaştan sonra beni sikeceklerse herkese vermeye razıyım az önce içerde dağıtıldımm kız harikaydı dedim,o da güldü sen harbi orospuymuşsun abla dedi,ve heh işte buldum dedi bana arkası bildiğiniz ipli kızların bile giymekten çekineceği bi tanga aldı hemde arkasında boncuklar vardı.Ordan ağda filan derken işyerine döndük,ali bey geldinizmi dedi tama yarın sabah seni bizim bağ evine götürcekler dedi sabah erken gel geç kalma dedi kocana da söle akşam yoksun.Ben şey akşam mı diyince sen demedin mi nasıl isterseniz diye, tamam dedim.Yeni aldığımız eşyalardan göğüslerimi sadece meme uçlarını örten ip askılı mor sudyenimi giydim,altıma da arkadan boncuklu siyah tangayı giydim.aslında bu çok hoşuma gitmişti kendimi yaşıma bakmadan seksi azgın görüyordum,hele tangamın önundan patlıycakmış gibi duran amım ve ve koca memelrim nasılda dik ve şahane duruyorlardı,hele arkama bakınca da kalçalarımın arasında kalan o boncuklu tangam fevkalede seksidiydi.Neyse kocamla işe gittik,kocama bağ evi için temizlik yapmaya gideceğimi sölemiştim ve işyerinde şöför mustafa beni bekliyor hazırmısın abla diyordu,hıhıhı hıhı diyebildim nedense suçluluk duygusuyla kocamın yanında;o sırada mustafa bana aşağılar güler bakması fark ettim utandım biliyordu galiba nereye gittiğimi.Yola çıktık güzel bahçeli bi iki katlı bi evdi,eve vardığımızda ali bey biraz tepkili nerde kaldınız ya dedi.Mustafa sen git ben seni ararım dedi,gel bakalım mine hnım dedi.İçeri girerken yavrummm yeni aldıklarımızı giydin dimi dedi,evet diyebildim kısaca unutma ne istersem demiştin diyince allah allah ne olacakki dedim kendi kendime.Sonra kapı girişinde daha içeri girmeden üsteni değiştir burda dedi hıhı hıhı diyerek hemen oracıkta değiştirdimm beni öle görünce uffff yavrummm beee buün seni delirtçez param parça etez dedi,nasıl demeden içeri götürdü götümü tokatlaya tokatlaya aman allahım içerde 7 kişi bi içki masasında ve görebildiğim altları çıplaktı,bana ooooooo gelmiş bizim hediye dediler,yüzüm kıpkırmızı olmuştu nasıl bi ortama gelmiştim ben aman allahım.Ali bey kulağıma masanın etrafında kıvır kıvır tur at seni bile yoklasınlar,aynen emirlerine uydum rakılarını yudumlayan hiç tanımadığım yaşı bana yakın 7 kişi beni mıncıklıyor yavrum memelerine bak,offf göte bak göte diyerek mıncıklnıyor,götüme tokat yiyordum ve titreyerk boşalmaya başlamıştım bile;gülmeye dalgaya geçmeye başladılar ve ali tam bi orospu şelalesi getirmişsin bize dediler.İçlerinden biri eeeeeee bu kadar reklam yeter in aşağıya diyip örtüyü kaldırıp beni masanın altına altına çektiler,veeeeeee offff aman allahım hepsi kalkık kısa ama kalın.uzun ve kalın offf allahım 7 tane yarak bende kendimden geçmiş ilk gözüme kestirdiğim yarağa yapıştım somurmaya başladım,öle samuruyordumki şapur şupur sesler çıkıyodu,dilimle yarrağın kafasına masaj yapıyordum ama boşalmıyordu yukarda ise ne ulan rengin kaydı aşaıdaki işini iyi yapıyo desene dediler,o ise ohhllomaya inlemeyeeee başlamış agaaaaaaa işi blenin hali başka diyip kafamı yarrağına bastırmış komple sokuyordu ama boşalmak bilmiyordu.Yukardan yeter lan bize de sal anladık hapı attık gelmiyosun da yolla şu orospuyu diyere beni kolumdan kendi önüne çekti,bu sırada oda kökleyerek ağzımı sikiyor ohhh aahhh çekiyordu bense hap ne ya diye düşünüyorken hepsinin yarrağını emddimmm somurdummm çok zevk alıyordumm aman alllahımmm çok harikaydı.veee yeter amına koyim ne bekliyoz ya hadi sikelim dediler,Ali bey bu arada beyler göt deliği daha sıfır heeee bu yaştaaa diyerek nara attıyordu.Ve beni kalın yarraklı olan amına birden gömdü pomaplıyor bense artık kaçıncı boşalıyor bilmiyor,ohhhh ahhhh aslanlarım sikin bni her tarafımı sikin diye çığlık çığlığa altında inliyordum,sonra bi sonraki sonrakiamım gevşemiş,döl orgazm sularınla vıcık olmuş beni sertçe sikiyorlardı.boşalan ağzıma veriyor yarrağını kaldırıyordu.kaçıncı olduğunu hatırlamıyorum beni domaltmış eliyle amımdaki o sıvıları götüme yayıyor deliğimi parmağıyla yokluyor seni sikeerek gebertçem gibi konuşurak beni götümden sikmeye hazırlanırken arkama yarrğa baktım aman allahım ben birden korkudan ağlamaya başladım ne olur başka biri siksin o çok büüyük ne olur önce alıştırın derken;hayvanlar gülüyor göm göm diye haykırırken ben ağlıyordum veeeeeeeeee aman allahımmmmmmmmmmm o ne acı ne baskı hıçkırım yerini haykırışa bırakmış götümmmm çıkarrrr diye haykırışa bırakmıştı,ve son hatırladığım şey hızlıca götüme pompalayan yaraktı.kendimden geçmiştim ki acım azalmış gözümü açtığım bacaklarım birinin omzunda amımıma pompaalıyor,altta ise sırtım başka bidene çarpıyor ve hissetmediğim götümdeydi etrafımdaki erkeler beni mıncıklıyor,sikiyorlardıııı.Tek fark ettiğim hava kararmıştı;kocam kocamı arıycaktım gece için diyince orospuya bak halen kocam diyo,diyerek gülüyolardı veçantamdan telefonumu verdiler,ara ara diyorlardı.Bu arada amımdaki çıkmış götümdekine yeter lan dediler beni başka birinin kuağına koydular amıma aldım kolayca ve hiç beklemeden götüme girdi.pompalaya pompalaya sikiliyordum ve zevke ve sızmış bi şekilde telefon diyordum susun ahdi arasın dedi biri bende telefona baktım saat 21,30 diyordu,arıyorum diyebildim,yavaşladılar ama sertleştiler girip çıkarcan nasıl yapıcam derken kocam nerdesin dedi bende,temizlik çok bu gece gelemiycem yarın direk eve geçerim zaten diyebildim,oda sesin niye böle geliyo dedi bacağıma masaya vurdum da buz koydum kocacım ohhhh ohhhh diyordum,bu onları çok etkilemiş olsa yüzüme fışkırmaya başladılar sonra telefonu kapadım.veeeee sabaha neremden nasıl sikildim hatırlamıyorum bildiğim tek şey şuan götümde bi maden vardı sanki

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merhaba bizler ismet 29 yasında aktif bisex ve fatma 24 yasında bisex bir evliciftiz..fatmayla beraber olalı 4 yıl olmustu 3 yıllıkda evliydik.sex hayatımız zaten mükemmeldi ama xhamster sayesinde bayagı heycanlanmıştı..xhamstere uye olmustuk ve arayısımıza erkegi pasif bisex olan evliciftler diye ayazmıstık..ilk baslarda cok sacma sapan insanlarla tanıstık cogu göstermelik bir kız bulmus afferin swinger couple diye kendini tanıtıyordu..profilinede bi baskasının resimlerini koyup tabiri caizse elsikiyle gerdeğe giriyordu..ilk baslarda gercektende gına gelmisti.msn ekleyip konusup sonrada siliyorduk..izmirden erkegi pasif olan evlibir cift oldugunu iddia eden bir ciftden bir mesaj gelmişti..mesajı okudugumda bu cift bize msn adresini vermiş ve bizim msn adresimizide istiyordu.neyse bizde verdik ve onları ekledik..bir aksam fatmayla viskilerimizi yudumlarken biryandanda xhamsterde arayısımıza uygun videoları bulup seyredip sex yapıyorduk..boşalmıstık ve bizaz ara vermek için msn i acdık..birden bir mesaj geldiğini duyduk mesaja baktığımızda o eklediğimiz ciftten bir mesaj geldiğini gördük..mesaj lasmaya basladık içkinin verdiği tesirinde yardımıyla direk konuya giriyorduk..bakın arkaslar bizim arayısımız erkeğinde pasif özelliğide olan (anal oral sınıryok)ve aktif özelliğide olan(kadınlarada karsı ilgisi olan) karısınında bisex özelliği olan evli ve genc ciftler arıyoruz bu özelliğe sahip değilseniz bizi oyalamayınız dedim..onlar birden ofline olmuslardı..bende laptobu bırakıp fatmayla konusmaya basladık birden tekrar mesaj geldi..ve cok özürdilediklerini internette sıkıntı oldugunu söylediler..bende onlara size bişey sorduk ve cevabınızı bekliyorum dedim..(isimler hayal ürünüdür)bizler mehmet 32 yasında ap bisex ve dilara 25 yasında bisex eğilimi olan 7 yıllık evli ve bir cocuklu cift olduklarını söylediler..ben deneyimleri olup olmadıklarını sordum..onalar henüz deneyimleri olmadıklarını söyledi..aslında bizimde yoktu ve onlara söyledik ve onlar da sevinmişlerdi..cünki kendilerini en iyi bizim anlıyacagımızı düşünüyorlardı..neyse önce ben mehmetle baya sohbet ettim ve kızlarada müsade ettik..kısacası mehmet kandınsı kalcaları olan cok kıllı olmayan sexi ve güzel bir teni vardı ve yarragıda standart bir boyuttda idi,esi dilarada sexi cok seven ve doyumsuz olan bir bayandı,tam aradıgımız bir cifte benziyorlardı..ben cok doyumsuz bir erkek oldugum için bazen fatma sex yapmaktan sıkılıyor ve bana isyan ediyordu..bu cift tam aradıgımız bir cifte benziyordu ben göt sikmeyi cok ama cok seviyorum..artık sikebilecegim 3 göt ve 2 de mükemmel am vardı..neyse epeyi konusup sohbet ettikten sonra karsılıklıda camlasıp begenıler de olunca yazda bulusmaya karar verdik..onları bize davet ettik herseylerini hazırladık uçak piletlerinide alıp onları aradık..cok kültürlü cok iyi kalpli insanlardı.herseyi karsısındakilerden beklemeden yapan karakterli ve güvenilir kişilerdi.mehmet cok calıskan ve evine sadık,dilarada cok efendi ve saygılı anlayıslı bir ciftlerdi..neyse sonra onları ucak alanından almaya gıttık ikimizde heyecan ve ilk kez böyle bir fantazi yasayacak olmanın da getirdiği heycanla fatmada bende tutuklukalmıs birbirimizle konusmuyorduk bile sessiz bir bekleyiş ve heyecan sarmıştı bizi.neyse hava alanından onları karsıladık camda ve resimlerde görüldüğü gibi değildi hatta dahada güzel ve sempatik bir ciftdiler..onları ve valizlerini alıp dogruca güzel bir deniz kenarında restoranta dogru yol alıyorduk yolboyu birbirimizi kesfetmek için sorular sorup espiriler yapıyorduk .fatmayla dilara yol boyu konusup birbirlerini dahada iyi tamaya calısıyorlardı..restoranta gelmiştik müzik ve eğlecede vardı..benim devamlı gittiğim bir yer oldugu için önceden yerimizi ayırtmıstık masamız hazır bizi bekliyordu..biz mehmetle rakı, fatma ve dilara da sarap içmeye karar vermişti..kızlar içkiye fazla alısık olmadıkları için birazda ortama ayak uydurmak ugruna içkiyi kacırmışlar kafalar güzel olmuştu..ben dilaraya içince dahada güzelleşmissin diye iltifat etmiştim bu iltifata hepimiz gülüyordu..mehmetde fatmaya iltifatlar yagdırıyordu..ben tuvalete gitmek için müsade istedim..dilarada bana eşlik etmek istedi..bende tamam ozaman sen işetirsin diye espiriyi patlattım..yine gülüşmeye basladık..neyse masada fatmayla mehmedi bırakıp tuvalete dogru yol aldık dilara yolda okadar sexi yürüyorduki bir an kadınlar tuvaletine dalıp onu becermek için kendimi zor tutuyordum..tuvalete girdiğimde zaten donum zefk sıvılarıyla doluydu..işeyip dısarı cıktım dilarada işini bitirmiş cıkmıstı..masaya geri döndüğümüzde masada ne mehmet nede fatma yoktu..dans pistine baktıgımızda ikiside slow bir dasnta karı kocaymısgibi dans ediyorlardı..dilarayın elini tuttugum gibi yanlarına gittik..giderkende garsona birkaç tane slow sarkı söyledim oda beni kırmayıp caldırdı..ben dilaraya yapısmıs dans ediyordum..yarragım pantolonu zorluyordu..hatta dilaranın amının yarıgında oldugumu hissedecek kadar amının oldugu noktaya sürünüyordu..ellerimlede kalcalarını oksuyor nefesimlede boynunu adeta yalıyordum..dilara kulagıma lutfen gidelim artık ben artık dayanamıyorum seni içimde hissetmek istiyorum deyiverdi..ben hemen mehmetle fatmayın yanına gidip hadi sizi azgınlar sex yuvamıza gitmemizin zamanı geldi dedim..hesabı ödeyip hemen yola koyulduk..arabayı fatma sürmesini istedim..ben alkolluyum canım sensürermisin dedim ve arkaya oturdum..mehmedede hadi fatmayın yanına otur yalnız kalmasın dedim…dilara arkaya yanıma oturdu..dilara kısa bir elbise giyiyordu..fatma ise kısabir etek bolbir buluz giyiyordu..ben hemen dilaranın dudaklarına yapıstım bir elimde amcıgını parmaklıyordum hemen gögüslerini actım ve yalamaya basladım…onu hemen orda sikmek için neler varmezdim…mehmetde fatmanın amını yalıyor onu adeta diliyle sikiyordu…bir ara fatma inlemeye ve kızgın bir sesle lutfen eve kadar sabredin yoksa kaza yapacagımdiye haykırdı.bizde arkada toparlandık..eve gelene kadar kimseden cıt cıkmıyordu..nihayet evegeldik..sank**e arkamızda bir seri katil varmış gibi kendimizi hemen içeri attık ve kapıyı zarzor kapattık…valizleri bile indirmemiştik valiz kimin umrundaydıki ben dilarayı mehmetde fatmayı soyuyordu.sonra roller değişti fatma mehmedi,dilarada beni soydu ama bu süre inanınki okadar erken olmustuki saniyeler ancak geçmişti..dilara benim yarragımı yalamaya koyulmustu bile..fatmada ile mehmet 69 olmus mehmet fatmayın amını dillerken fatmada mehmedin göt deliğini diliyle sikiyordu…ben de dilaranın amını yalıyor sularının boşa gitmemesi icin hepsini yutuyordum zaman gecirmeden dilarayı dogy pozisyonuna getirdim ve yarragımla amının duvarlarını fırcaladıktan sonra yarragımı amının derinliklerine daldırdım derinbir inilti geldi okadar erotik bir inlemeydiki boşalmamak için kendimi zor tuttuyordum hemen saclarını tutup onu okadar sert ve hasınce sikiyordumki dısarıdan biri sesleri dinlese sank**e birileri boğusuyor zannedecekti..oysa fatma ile mehmet bizim aksimize bir ritim tutturmuş mehmet fatmayı üstünde sektiriyordu..bizden ve onlardan cıkan ses sank**e bir sex orkestrası olmuştu..kızların amlarından cıkan o nefis koku odayın içine yayılmış oda tambir sex parfümü kokuyordu…dilarayı kucagıma aldıgımgibi fatmayla mehmedin sikiştiği büyük koltugun yanına gittik yarragım dilaranın amında saplı bir sekilde onların yanına vardık…yarragımı içinden cıkarmamak için ugras veriyordum..fatma mehmetin kucagında mükemmel bir tempoyla devam ediyordu..bende dilarayı fatmanın amının girisindeki sıvıları ve mehmedin yarragını yalaması için fatmayla mehmedin bacak arasına yerlestirdim ben sokdukca dilara inliyor fatmanın amıyla mehmedin yarragını biz vatuzgibi emiyor yalıyordu..mehmet fatmanın amına patlamış bende dilaranın amının içine döllerimi bırakmıştım.cünki buraya kadar bile dayanılmak gercektende mucizeydi..hayal bile edemeyecegimiz bir eglencenin içindeydik..fatmayla dilara 69 olmuş amlarını birbirlerine temizlettiriyorlardı…fatma bana bakarak güldü ve askım seni cok seviyorum dedii…dilara ile mehmettde birbirine nekadar minnettar oldukları bakışlarından belliydi…kızlar banyoya gitmek için bizden izin istedi..biz mehmetle nefesleniyorduk. ben durumu düşündükce cıldırıyor yarragım yavas yavas uyanıyordu mehmet benim yarraga bakıp inanmıyorum bu ayaklanıyor gibi dedi..bende nasıl ayaklanmasın ben sabaha kadar sex yapmak istiyorum bu gün daha göt sikemedim dedim…ve mehmedin yanına gidip daşşaklarını ve göt deliğini oksamaya basladım oda hemen yarragımı yalamaya basladı..kızların ne yaptıgı umrumuzda değildi..fatmanın amından akan sıvılar mehmedin göt deliğini kayganlastırmış parmagımın rahatca girip cıkmasını saglıyordu sonra memedi dogy pozisyonuna koyup götdeliğini yalıyordum ve yarragımı yavasca deliğinin agzına yerlestirdim..standart bir yarragım var ne cok buyuk nede cok kalın..hafif itekleyince kafası bir anda içine girrdi mehmet den derinbir ahhhhh sesi geldi sonra yavasca cıkıp biraz daha fazla giriyordum…bellibir gitgelden sonra yarragımın tamamı mehmedin içinde oldugunu hıssettım..okadar davetkar bir götü vardıkii cok zefk alıyordum bayagı gidip geliyordum,birden yanımızda fatma ve dilara belirdi cıplak ve misgibi tütüyorlardı…fatma beline strap onunu takmıs bir erkek gibi yarragını sıvazlıyordu..hemen dilaranın elini tuttu ve mehmedin önüne yatırdı ve amını yalamaya basladı…fatma dilaranın amını yalamak için dömeli bir vaziyetteyten mehmetde fatmanın göt deliğini yalıyordu bende trenin son vagonuydum ve pompalamaya devam ediyordum…dilara inledikce fatma cıldırıyor dilaranın amını emiyordu..mehmetde fatmanın göt deliğini diliyle sikiyordu..fatma daha fazla dayanamayıp belindeki vibratorlu strap onu dilaranın amına bir anda kaydırıp daldırı verdi…mehmetde sikini fatmanın götdeliğine koymus fatma geri geldikce ona sokmaya calısıyorduki ben bir anda mehmede sertce kokledim oda önündeki trene haşince carptı ve yarragı yarıya kadar fatmanın göt deliğine giri verdi…fatma hissetdiği acı ile derinbir ıhhhhhhhhhh diye haykırdı…ben arkadan kokledikce mehmetde fatmaya sokuyordu fatmada dilarayı sikiyordu…buduruma inanın candayanmaz arka arkaya boşalıyorduk ilk dilara titreyerek boşaldı sonra fatma dilarayın amına kokleyip titremeye başladı ardından mehmet daşşaklara kadar fatmanın götünne dayamış garip bir inilti ve titremeyle fatmanın götüne patladı…sıvılar yavasyavas yarragıyla fatmanın deliği arasından süzülüyorduki buna daha fazla dayanamayıp mehmedin göt deliğine öylebir patladımki ahhhhhhh uhhhhhh hırrrrrrrr diye diye boşaldım ki ne boşalma..hepimizde bir birimizin üzerine yıgılmıştık beş ondakika biraz öylece durduktan sonra ben elimle fatmayın ve dilaranın kadınlıklarını oksamaya basladım…sonra dilaranın dudaklarına yapısmak için ayaga kalktım yarragım yarı dikik bir vaziyetteydi ki dilara inanmıyorum bu hiç uyumazmı dedi…fatmada nerde kızım bunda doymak yok dinlenmekyok dedi..beni hergun amımı götümü sikmekten telef ederdedi..dilarada ne telefolması keske benide boyle sıkecek biri olsa dedi…ve mehmetle gulustuler…..ben hemen dilaranın amına yapıstım okadar nefis kokuyordukı amından akan sıvılar nefisbir hal almıstı…buna fazla dayanamadım ve dilimle onu sikerken bir parmagımlada dilaranın göt deliciğini parmaklıyordum..mehmetle birbirlerine sarılmıs bizi izliyordu..ben dilarayı yuz ustu yatırıp göbeğiyle belinin arasına yastıgı koyup bana dahada dömelmesini sagladım…amından akan sıvıları da yarragıma surterek yarragımı yagladım be yavas ca dilaranın göt deliğinin girisine yarragımın kafasını dayadım ve hafif hafif sokmaya basladım kaygannlıgın ve ortamın verdıgı rahatlıkla kafası kolayca dilaranın götüne girdi..dilaradan derin ve titrek bir ahhh sesi cıkdı…ben biraz duraksadım onun götünün dar oldugunu ve ilkkez yeyecek olmasınında mantıgıyla onu zorlamak ve acıtmak istemiyordum..arkamızda sesler cıkıyorduki dönüp oraya baktıgımda fatmanın mehmedin arkasında oldugunu gördüm ve starp onunn tamamının mehmedin deliğinde kayboldugunu gördüm fatma sank**e mehmedin kocasıydı onu bir erkek gibi cılgınca sikiyordu…ben mehmedi dilaranın yanına yatırdım bir dilaraya bir fatmaya aradabirde mehmede giriyordum…artık dayanılacak bir görüntüdeğildi cılgınlar gibi öpüşüp sikişiyorduk aralarına dizlenip dilaranın götüyle amının arasındaki o nefiz cizgiye boşaldım ve fatmayla mehmede yalattım…ogün daha başlangıçtı daha sex dolu yasayacak 3 günümüz vardı..fantazicifti1983-89@hotmail.com adresinden bize ulasabilirsiniz..eger mehmetle dilara ciftinin özelliklerine sahipseniz ekleyin konusalım değilseniz bizi meskul etmeyin..erkeklerden seviyeli yorumlar rica ediyorum….seviyesiz yorumları siliyoruz ve engelliyoruz..devamını yaz mamız siz den gelicek yorumlara baglı….[

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DİZLERİNİN ÜSTÜNE ETEGİNİN ALTINA KADAR SOKTUM BİLEREK İSMAİL GÖRDÜĞÜ MANZARA KARŞISINDA HAYRAN KALMIŞ İÇ ÇEKİYORDU BİZ HEMEN TOPARLANIR GİBİ YAPARAK İÇMEYE DEVAM ETTİK AMA İSMAİL ARTIK ÇOK DAHA CESARETLİ Bİ HALDE EDANIN BACAKLARINA BAKARAK SOHBET EDİYOR EDA ONUN BAKIŞLARINI YAKALASADA İSMAİL ARTIK UMURSAMIYORDU MUTFAKTAN SU ALMAYA GİTTİ EDA VE DÖNDÜĞÜNDE TEKRAR İSMAİLİN YASLANDIĞI KOLTUK TARAFINA OTURDU İSMAİL EDANIN BACAKLARINA ARTIK Bİ KARIŞ MESAFEDEYDİ GENE VE HİÇ BEKLEMEDİĞİMİZ BİANDA EDANIN AYAKLARINDAKİ TERLİKLERİ ŞUNLARI ÇIKARDA O GÜZEL AYAKLARINI GÖRELİM DOYA DOYA DEDİ BENDE OOO KUZEN HAYIRDIR SENDEMİ AYAKLARINA AŞIK OLDUN EŞİMİN DEDİM VE İSMAİL NASIL OLMAM SEN ÇOK ŞANSLISIN KUZEN DEYİP EDANIN AYAKLARINI ELLERİNE ALDI EDA ŞAŞKIN ŞAŞKIN BANA BAKARKEN BANA BAKMA AŞKIM ADAMIN AKLINI ALMIŞSIN BAKSANA DİYEREK GÜLÜYORDUM İSMAİL BUNDAN CESARET ALARAK EDA MÜSADE VARMI DEDİĞİ GİBİ CEVABINI BEKLEMEDEN EDANIN AYAKLARINI KOKLAMAYA YALAMAYA VEDE ÖPMEYE BAŞLAMIŞTI BİLE BEN KARŞILARINDA 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ULAŞIYORDU BELLİ DEĞİLDİ VE SOK ARTIK İSMAİLİM DEMEYE BAŞLADIĞI ANDA İSMAİL EŞİMİN AMINA YAVAŞÇA GİRİYOR Bİ YANDANDA EŞİMİN GÖĞÜS UCLARINI SIKIYOR EŞİMİN TADINI ÇIKARTIYORDU RESMEN HE SANİYE BENDE ALTMIŞ DOKUZ POZİSYONUNDA EDANIN AGZINA VEREREK EŞİMİN AMINA GİREN KUZENİMİN KOCA SİKİNİ VEDE EDANINDA AMINI YALAMAYA BAŞLADIM İSMAİL Bİ TÜRLÜ BOŞALMAK BİLMİYORDU EDA ARTIK DAYANAMIYOR ÇIGLIKLARI NERDEYSE SOKAGI İNLETİR HALE GELİYORDU ZEVKTEN BEN İSMAİLİN KABARAN DAMARLARINDAN BOŞALACAGINI ANLADIĞIM ANDA İÇİNE BOŞALMA KUZEN DİYEREK YALAMAYA DEVAM EDERKEN BİRDEN İSMAİL KOLUM KADAR SİKİNİ EŞİMİN AMINDAN ÇIKARTTIĞI GİBİ BENİM YÜZÜME VE EŞİMİN AMININ ÜSTÜNE BOŞALMAYA BAŞLADI SANKİ İTFAİYE HORTUMU GİBİYDİ İNANIN O KADAR COK BOŞALMIŞTIKİ HER YERİMİZ DÖL OLMUŞTU VE BUNA RAGMEN EŞİM EDA YERİNDEN DOGRULARAK İSMAİLİN KOCA SİKİNİ AGZINA ALARAK YALAYARAK TEMİZLEDİ

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A Wife’s Corset Mistake?

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We are very much in love, my wife Katherine and I. In fact, our love and affection are legendary among our families and friends. People will call out, “Here come the loving couple,” as if we were the only such couple in the world!

We talk a lot. Especially on one occasion 4 years ago. At the start, nothing special; just reminiscing about life and people and experiences.

We’d been married 5 years, and were both in our 40’s.

OK; I would be 50 the following week. You get the picture?

We always avoid speaking of our previous relationships and especially marriages, since we’ve both been married before and it’s good to avoid anything that smacks of comparison. I’m sure you’ll agree.

On this occasion, we were talking about our earliest memories of childhood and early adult life. No names, no descriptions, nothing to link with a time and place. Just generalities.

Then Katherine made a single comment that was to change our lives from that moment.

“Do you know,” she asked, “when I was 21 years old, my waist was only 21 inches. I was so proud of my slender waist, even though the rest of my figure was perfectly normal and a bit rounded, I suppose”

This comment stayed with me for days and weeks afterwards.

Let me clear: I am a waist man. I love to see a tiny waist and had many relationships with women who controlled their waists by corsets, or at least they wore very firm foundations. You know; girdles and corselettes? Very firm indeed. And I loved them for it. And for the sensations of making love to a tightly-held woman. There is nothing like being close to a corseted or girdled woman, to hold her and to fill her; all the while feeling the extra pressure that comes from her clothing and the way it presses on her body. I can feel the bones of her underwear, the pressure on her skin, her sort-of immobility, her exaggerated shape with reduced waist and bulging hips, the flatness and tautness of her stomach and groin, the round firmness of her bottom, and the strain of the corset or girdle edges into her thighs. Fabulous and so erotic. My erection has always been at its best at these times.

That sort of sex is an amazing experience and leaves memories that never go away. But, mind you, there is an element of guilt in corset or girdle-sex. The woman becomes less important than her clothing. And you know that when you’re plunging into her. You’re plunging into the corset or girdle, really. She’s there just to wear them. You want to feel the tightness, the fabric stretched to its limit, the bones, the zippers or laces, the rigidity of the front panel or the steel busk. That’s what you really want to experience as you pour all your juices and sperms into the corset or girdle. And it can make for real guilty feelings, if you’re a sensitive fellow. As I am, of course.

And so, one evening as we were making love, I thought this is the right time to raise a new prospect in our marriage. As Katherine settled into a relaxation and slumber after orgasm, I casually asked her, “Do you wish you were 21 inches again?”

Half in her sleepy state but quite clearly, she replied, “I’d do anything to be that slender again — in my waist.”

And so my plans began to take shape. Literally in her case. I don’t think Katherine realised that what she had said would affect her life and mine over the next weeks, months and years. For me, the words, “I’d do anything…” were a commitment and an agreement, though not spoken. Her waist was going to become 21 inches again; by whatever means, however long it took, through any process that would achieve it, and with whatever fortitude would be necessary for her and patience for me. It was going to happen. And then I would get to make love again to a corseted woman with a tiny waist, lying immobilised against my body and accepting my hard penetration into her confined and compressed insides.

I decided to start easily and got for her a long high-waist open girdle, with suspenders and stockings, and a long boned bra. Then she could get used to the constant pressure on her skin, without the hardness and the inflexibility of a real corset at this early stage. The girdle was a style called Rago 1294 and the bra came from M&S in our town. Both in white although I intended to get her into black as soon as I could. A much more interesting colour from an erotic point of view. But step-by-step seemed a good idea at the start.

And so the evening came when I reminded her of her desire for a small waist.

“I got these for you, little one,” I said, using my familiar nickname for her.

“But these are so old fashioned,” she replied when she had inspected them for a few moments, “my mum would have worn these.”

“But that generation knew how to shape their figures, didn’t they?” I insisted, “Anyway, try it for me and see how you feel and if it has an effect you like. Yes?”

“Okaaaay. Let’s see how they look,” she agreed at last.

Fitting her into the foundations was fascinating and raised such memories pendik escort for me.

After Kate undressed completely, I knelt in front of her and unzipped the girdle down its left hip-side. And made sure the hooks under the zipper were also undone. Then I offered the long girdle for her to step into it. Right foot first and then second; and then I raised it slowly up her calves and onto her thighs. I have got the correct size for her current waist of 34 inches and the hips were about 42 inches, I guessed. Should be a perfect fit. But getting that Rago girdle into place on her hips and around her waist took much more effort and determination than I expected. At one point, I thought Kate would back out of the idea but no; she helped me by pulling on the front panels even as I was tugging upwards on the back part. This girdle has bones down the front and back, and around the waist; and they provided good tugging-points, so to speak.

Slowly, by many small manoeuvres of one-tenth of an inch, we got it into position around her waist; ready for the hooks and the zipper. Kate stood quietly as I urged the 6 hooks and eyes to link up. To be honest, it took more force than I was expecting from distant memory and now I know why. A brand-new firm-control girdle is quite stiff in its fabric and not yet flexible to the figure of the woman. Also, this style assumes a 10-inch difference between hips and waist, but Katherine’s figure showed a heavier waist than that. Anyway, we got it done up eventually, with hooks done up and the zipper run up to cover them with a smooth tautness. I could resist running my hands over her in this semi-dressed state, just to get the sense of the pressure and the smoothness of her body inside the garment.

Then I knelt again and offered both stockings to her feet. One at a time, I slowly gathered them, placed each of them on a foot, and ungathered them up her legs and onto her thighs about 2½ inches below the bottom edge of the girdle. There are six suspenders on a Rago 1294, three on each leg; and I attached the stockings. Now she was contained from under her bust to the tips of her toes, apart from a smooth area of skin high up on each thigh. I can remember that stocking-top skin-area from my petting and smooching days. It was so exciting, and meant that you were making real progress with a girl if you got to feel it. We seemed so crude in those days, judging now from the experience of age. Girls could agree to be topped, meaning breast-handling; or bottomed, meaning leg and pubic handling. Squeezing and pressing her breast was called “grawling” in my neighbourhood but I haven’t heard it since. Almost 40 years since, that is. A girl who agreed to be bottomed was a real prize and not to be lost easily. Such a girl would be guarded and cared for most jealously. Of course, any girl who agreed to be manhandled both top and bottom would soon move on because she was obviously seeking her own sensations and experiences.

Anyway, back to Kate. The long bra had shoulder straps, so I stood in front of her and lifted it into position for her arms to go through. Then round the back as she adjusted her breasts into the cups. She’s a 36D or 38C, depending on the maker. I learned that some years back when trying to get undies for her as a birthday present.

I slowly pulled the edges of the bra together and connected the 10 hooks and eyes. This bra extended down onto her hips and nipped into her waist with a cuff about 2½ inches wide. When she was completely dressed, she looked amazing. The girdle held her thighs and bottom, smooth and rounded; very smooth indeed and shaped by the fabric panels and the bones that extended down the length of the girdle. At the front she was smooth and flattened for the first time in all our time together. From her ordinary bra-line to her thighs, she was tight and almost flat. At the sides, the girdle was reinforced by the bra to nip her waist and show off the smooth curve of her ribs down to her hip-bones; over the reduced waist. Not a great reduction, but an inch or so smaller than before; and very noticeable. I stood back to look at her and admire the woman she had become in just a few minutes of special dressing. The future looked very exciting indeed. But then I got worried about Kate’s response to so much underwear, unfamiliar to her, and pressing on her figure in a new way.

I need not have worried. She looked in the long mirror and ran her hands down her figure; from her contained breasts all the way to her thighs and the stocking-tops. She stared at herself in the mirror before a smile came to her lips and she turned to me.

“Wow,” she said softly, “I didn’t realise what this would do for me. I like it a lot. Hold me now.”

I held her and walked her slowly to the bed, where I laid her down and played my hands over her contained body; and my lips as far as I could reach up her legs into the tunnel made by the Rago girdle. She was excited and moist and she smelled wonderful as I got my head up her legs towards her labia and escort pendik vagina. Her excitement was obvious and later I came to attribute this to the clothing and the unusualness of the situation.

She lay back and raised her arms above her head, onto the pillows. This always means, “Do as you wish” so I did. I knelt between her knees and gripped her calves, raising them and the whole of her lower body. My erection was poised at the opening to the girdle tunnel and pointing at her vagina. As I let her down a little, the girdle came opposite my groin and I thrust forward into her. The front edge of the girdle pressed into my own groin as I continued my forward movement, and then I let her legs down all the way to the bed. I was inside her but being pushed out by the bottom edge of the girdle. I pushed my arms forward and took hold behind to her shoulders and used her own body to pull myself into her. I was deep inside this fabulous example of girdle-corsetry, feeling the tension in the fabric and the hard control of the bones, and the multiple stitching of the panels and the edgings of the girdle. I let me elbows shift inwards until I was holding her waist with my forearms and could feel the extra tension of the cuff-waist of the long bra. She was panting by this time, partly from my weight and also from the pressure of the clothing into which I had installed her. My orgasm began to build and I shifted my position again, so that I could hold her waist in my hands and squeeze my own extra pressure to make her smaller. In my imagination, she was already 21-inches and that image gave my climax extra strength. I came and flooded her. And a few moments later she came also. No hands or lips or love-toys. She simply came, in a way I couldn’t remember for many years.

We collapsed together with my juices seeping out of her, drenching the back of the girdle. “Damn, always the need for laundry,” I thought through my post-orgasmic haze.

This was it: the start of my adventure and her something-else. I hesitate to say “her imprisonment” or “her training” but, in my mind, both of these could have applied because my goal for Kate’s tiny waist came before everything else in our love-lives.

Over the next few weeks, I bought her six more girdle-stocking-bra outfits. Different styles and the final two in black, which was always my plan. But they had one thing always in common: each was firmer, more severe and more restrictive than the one before. By the time Kate was wearing the final set of foundations all day and every day, she was accustomed to the pressure of the clothing, the routine for getting her figure into it. And the effect it had on her sexuality. There is no doubt that she responded erotically to the touch of the fabric and the bones and the zippers on her skin. Even as the girdle was lifted into place and fastened on her, her face and throat became flushed. As I attached her stockings, I could smell the scent of her excitement. And the different long bras all had the same effect of making her nipples stand out. Eventually, Kate was wearing one of these outfits 24 hours each day and that is why she needed so many in her undies-drawer. Her life now revolved around dressing and undressing in firm classic-style foundation-wear. She felt wonderful every moment of the day and night; and my appreciation showed. She would come close to me, just for me to hold her waist; or from behind holding her breasts through the hard detail of the bra; or placing my hand on her thigh to feel the multiple suspenders and her stocking tops. She loved it and I revelled in it.

The last one of these outfits was outstandingly severe. The black girdle contained no fewer than 12 long flexible steel bones; down the front panels, over the hips and down the back from top edge to each of the four back suspenders. There were four on each leg. Putting Kate into this girdle took a long time and getting it hooked and then finally zipped into place took force, perseverance and quite a little grunting on her part. The bra was equally effective and held her rigid from armpits to hip-bones. It also contained spiral steel bones that prevented it from riding up on her figure or turning over under her arms, or moving from its allotted position on her waist where it overlapped the long girdle. When fully installed with the addition of shiny black stockings, she looked magnificent. And then her sexual response was sometimes too much for me: I couldn’t get into her quick enough or I couldn’t last long enough. My own excitement was so heightened, that ejaculation overtook me long before I planned it; certainly long before she wanted me to keep ploughing into her and her girdled body. But we got by, shall I say? One way or another, we both got the excitement and the final release that we needed, as we learned to please each other and get our timings together.

Then came the day — or rather the night — when I made the important announcement.

“Tomorrow I’m going to order you a lace-up corset; so then I can start to change pendik escort bayan your figure.”

She made no response; just lay there in her underwear, panting slightly from our earlier sexual exertions; but not saying anything negative either. Not at that time, anyway. And so I got her out of the bed early next morning and measured her for the corset. I’d done my research and knew that corset makers needed up to 20 measurements to make a bespoke corset that would fit perfectly. I was surprised to find that her waist was reduced already to 32 inches, or even a little less. Such had been the long term effect of the girdles and long bras; gradually pressing on her flesh and fatty tissues, and her internal organs a little, I suppose. And her hips were now a little over 40 inches; so quite a reduction there also. Maybe she was eating less because of the pressure.

Another part of my research found that a waist-training programme should start with a realistic reduction of about 4 inches. So that is what I ordered; a corset that would fit Kate’s figure perfectly except at her waist, where it would be 4 inches less than her measured waist. Then we would take some time, maybe weeks and months for all I knew, to get her comfortable in that corset. What I hadn’t reckoned was the fact that this may take so long that more than one corset would be needed, even for this initial reduction. A few weeks later, I had to order another exactly the same; so that she could wear one and have another clean and ready at all times. So her waist was going to be 28 inches. Oh yes it was. For now; until the next stage, that is.

The first corset arrived in the post on a Friday morning. It was addressed to me so Kate didn’t open the parcel but she knew what it was and called me at my work.

“It’s here,” she whispered down the phone, as if the whole world were listening.

“Does it look nice?” I enquired since I had asked for a very attractive design to the top fabric.

“Don’t know,” she said, “I won’t open it ’til you come and show it to me.” And she giggled like a schoolgirl over the phone.

When we got round to unpacking it, 2 minutes after I arrived home of course, the corset was beautiful to look at and purposeful to feel, shall we say. I had ordered it 5 inches above her waist, to about her bra-line, and 9 inches below the waist to about the widest part of her hips. It had 24 spiral steel bones, four solid steel bones down the lacings at the back, and an almost-rigid steel busk at the front opening with 6 steel clips.

That corset looked as if it could control a rhino, let alone Kate, but she didn’t see this aspect. Only the beautiful patterned brocade fabric and some dainty lace at the top and bottom edges. That was lucky for me, since she didn’t anticipate the pressure and force needed to put her into it. As you’ll see.

Within a few minutes, we had disrobed her and removed her daily firm underwear. I went to her undies-drawer and got out a short bra; the sort she hardly ever wore these days.

“Why do I want this?” she asked.

“Because the long one will come under the corset,” I explained.

“But it goes right with my usual girdles,” she continued.

“The corset will be firmer so this short one may be better for now. Let’s see how it feels. Ya?” I offered, not wishing to explain the rigidity and possible discomfort of a tight-laced boned corset.

And so she put on the short white bra and I spent a moment untying the long lace at the back of the corset; and opening it is that it would fit around her. Then she stood facing me, as I wrapped it round her back and brought the front edges together. Again fortunately, I’d done the right thing and opened the corset enough to close the front busk without too much pressure on Kate’s skin.

When the clips were connected, the corset seemed very loose and floppy on her figure. She pulled as the top and bottom edges, and seemed disappointed that they were so loose.

“This doesn’t do anything for me,” she almost wailed.

“Wait,” I said and steered her towards the long mirror, “now I’ll start the fastening.”

Slowly, from the top and then from the bottom; and then from the top again; I took up the slack in the laces and brought the rows of eyelets closer together. Soon, the corset was lying on her skin at all points, but not exerting much pressure.

“How’s that?” I enquired casually, knowing what was to come.

“Much better. Now it seems to fit me,” she replied innocently.

“I’ll just tighten it a little more, so we can see the effect on your waist,” I explained.

With that, I started again pulling through the laces top and bottom, and taking up the slack with the big loops at her waist. The top edge was made to exactly her measurement, as was the hip edge at the bottom. So I closed those, and explained to her.

“The bust and hips fit perfectly. Your measurements. Looks nice, ya?”

“Feeling a bit tight. Smaller than I am — that’s how it feels,” she commented.

Now I started on the waist, and slowly but deliberately pulled the laces through the central eyelets until I could see the pressure on her skin. I kept going and she was silent, which surprised me. Eventually she spoke.

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Authors Note –

Please note that this is Adult Fiction, so should only be read by those who qualify!

This is the fourth part of this little mini-series, and is probably best looked at after reading the previous episodes , but for those who can’t wait, here’s a little précis of events so far…

Paolo Wharton has a hot experience that he’d only ever dreamed of whilst on holiday in Italy. It set him thinking about a very strange, and enlightening, week!

Paolo lives on the outskirts of London, a member of a big wide-spread family that stretches throughout Europe. At the end of his first year at University his family had arranged to spend some time at his Aunt’s Villa in Tuscany, but for various reasons the rest of his family had dropped out at the last minute and he’d made the trip alone, but he was looking forward to it still. It was a chance to see Maria again.

At Pisa airport, he’d been surprised to find that his volatile Sicilian Cousin Isobella, ‘Izzy’ had appeared. late, to pick him up and drive him to the Villa where he was surprised to find himself the only male resident after his Uncle Flavio is called away on an urgent business appointment. That leaves him with his cousins Izzy, Ilse, Frieda and Aunt Luisa, but does that matter? The sun’s out, it’s hot and the girls have organised a tennis party at the families cooler Lodge in the mountains, so what could possibly go wrong with that? Except about everything!

In the evening he has an extremely eye-opening private dinner with his aunt where he finds out some surprising secrets about family history. He’s shocked to find himself surrounded be something of a female secret society whose sole aims seems to be to protect him from ‘unworthy’ women. But, as his Aunt demonstrates later, there are distinct benefits!

I’m always interested in people’s thoughts and comments if you’d care to leave one, and please vote too. All feedback is useful!

I sincerely hope that you enjoy…

Duke

*****

18. A Trip Out

When the big Fiat estate car skidded to a stop on the loose gravel outside the entrance to the villa sending up a cloud of dust to envelop us, it was clear that the driver wasn’t amused. Her face twisted quickly our way and gave us, and Ilse in particular, a distinctly venomous stare. Ilse, not to be outdone, returned the stare in kind. I raised my eyebrows to the sky. This looked like being a distinctly lively trip out!

It set my mind spinning again. Here I was on holiday at my Aunt’s place in Tuscany. A just reward for a hard years work at university in England, and looking forward to a calm, peaceful few days before the daughter of my aunt’s housekeeper, Maria, got back from her studies in Florence. And then my plan had been to turn a long term friendship as we almost grew up together into a romance. Simple!

Not!

Ever since my arrival at Pisa airport yesterday and the unexpected appearance of my volatile Sicilian cousin Izzy, my simple, ordered life had been turned upside down! Not that I’d been displeased to see her. She’d been the object of many a late night fantasy when I was younger, a little older than me but the owner of one of the most gorgeous bodies that I’d ever seen! It’s just that I hadn’t expected that she’d be staying at the villa as well, nor two of my other cousins, the twins from Austria, Ilse and Frieda, for that matter either.

And then my Uncle Flavio had been called away on business just as I arrived (very conveniently as I later found out), so I was the senior man in the house given that I soon found out that my older cousin Guilio was also away! It was as if all my male family wanted to avoid me!

Then there’d been the afternoon trip to the family ‘Lodge’ in the mountains to play ‘tennis’ with my cousins, which was when I’d found out that the object of the game was not to serve and volley, but to indulge in some distinctly closer encounters of a physical kind. Once they’d ripped off my clothes that is! I’d been surprised, shocked, aghast even… but eventually I’d put my inhibitions to one side and joined in with abandon!

Only later when we’d returned to the villa had the doubts and guilt set in. Only for those to be later exploded by the revelation over a private dinner with my Aunt Luisa that it was all part of some old family tradition going back centuries! I’d apparently become the subject of a ‘secret women’s group’, comprising my three cousins and my aunt who were tasked with looking after me as I made my way into adulthood. Ridiculous, but amazing!

And later my favourite aunt, who’d dressed very appropriately for the occasion took me to her bedroom to ‘seal the deal’. I suppose I might have complained that I was seduced because my Aunt was certainly dressed for the part, not that I’d realised at first, but it would have been hard to prove in court given the energetic way that I’d responded!

So, why was everyone so fraught this fine, sunny morning?

I suppose that it had started when I woke up to find Izzy straddling me on my bed tuzla escort and enjoying the feel of my mighty erection slowly rotating around inside her. There was only one way that that particular awakening was going to end! When we’d finally got down to breakfast though, I’d found out to my dismay that Ilse and Izzy had been arguing the previous evening over who should have the honour of waking me up, and Izzy had effectively ‘pulled rank’ after going back on a promise to draw lots. ‘Drawing lots’ indeed!

So there was a certain amount of simmering tension around during breakfast, and afterwards!

When I’d finally managed to press them on what the plans were for this morning were I’d ratcheted the tension up a notch by flatly refusing to take part! It was partly the way they’d calmly explained it as we congregated later down in the hall before Izzy went out to get the car from the garage.

Their plan had been simple enough. To drive over to a nearby small market town and then find ways of making love in public. It was said so matter-of-factly that I did a quick double-take before realising that they actually meant it! And they all looked round in obvious surprise at my response, as if they’d never even considered the possibility!

“NO!”

Their replies had mostly been of the ‘Don’t be such a wimp!’ level, but even then I’d held my ground, more scared stiff at the thought of public disgrace than angry. Then they’d altered their approach. Suddenly I’d found my personal space being invaded simultaneously by three very determined and sensuous young women who clearly didn’t intend to take ‘No’ for an answer.

I couldn’t possibly just give in to them though could I, but after lots of light kissing and caressing by three pairs of mischievous hands, I finally gave way to the extent of saying that ‘we’d see how it went.’ I might as well have just picked out a white handkerchief and waived it above my head!

But that hadn’t been the end of it. Just before Izzy set off again to get the car, Ilse piped up and said that as Izzy had got her way with me this morning (in more ways than one!), that it was her turn to decide the seating in the car. So, on this trip, I was to sit in the back with her and Frieda. Seemed ok to me, but certainly not to Izzy, who knew exactly what that would mean while she was driving. The resulting argument was heated and threatening to get out of hand when I finally stepped in, drew Izzy to one side and told her that I would indeed be sitting in the back – ‘end of story!’. I’d been getting a bit fed up of Izzy’s bossy approach to her position as ‘senior’ cousin in the group, so this looked like a good opportunity to assert my position, as only male, as well!

Her eyes had widened in surprise, and for a moment I thought that she was going to kick me as vivid emotions chased themselves across her lovely face, but eventually she just drew in a long deep breath, let out a stream of angry Italian, before turning on her heel and pushing through the big wooden front door.

“What did she say?” I asked Ilse as I finally let out the breath that I’d been holding in myself as I waited for Izzy to expolode.

“Oh, you really don’t want to know… I mean REALLY…” she laughed as she took Frieda by the arm and followed the departing tornado outside.

I’d been about to follow them when I noticed a figure half concealed in a side doorway. It was my Aunt Luisa. She was smiling, obviously having heard the exchange between us ‘young ones’. It had probably been heard in the local village! She was wearing, as normal, a loosely fitting long summer dress, but I noticed that it was buttoned down the front and the top three or four were gaping open showing a nicely developed bit of cleavage. And, of course after last night I knew exactly what was hidden under the rest of the material. I felt an instant stirring between my legs as she came forward and lifted up her face to give me a light kiss of affection.

And as she pulled back, my arms automatically wrapped around her slim shoulders, pulling her back so that I could kiss her back… harder and hungrier! She resisted for a second, but then pressed back into me as the hot kiss developed and we attempted to mould our bodies together as closely as possible, irrespective of annoying clothes!

When she did finally pull back and escape my clutches, we were both breathing hard.

“Goodness Paolo!” she gasped eventually, “…you really are… well, almost irresistible! But I can’t deal with you now… much as I’d like to… but you will come to me again tonight though?”

“Are you kidding,” I gasped back as I let my eyes wander blatantly over her slim, sensuous figure, that long dress wrapped perfectly around her bosom and hips actually looking more sexy that the short skirts that my cousins were wearing! “Wowwww!” I concluded.

She’d laughed at my response, pleased I think at my obvious admiration for her charms.

“I’ll look forward to you then Paolo,” she said with a mischievous lift of the eyebrows as she watched me head for the doors, “Oh, tuzla escort bayan and well done with Izzy by the way! She needs bringing back to Earth from time to time. You’re mother said that you’d be good for her!”

As I finally shuffled through the door and into the sunlight, a faint little laugh from my aunt following me as she watched how awkwardly I walked as I desperately tried to get my erection under control. It wasn’t all that I was thinking about though. It was the reference to the fact that my mother had actually been involved in setting all this ‘women’s support group’ up. I made yet another mental note that I would have to have a serious discussion with her when I got back to England!

19. Back Seat ‘Driving’

As the dust settled around us from Izzy’s screeching stop, I grabbed hold of the rear door handle and pulled it open, ushering in Frieda first, and then beckoning Ilse to follow. She wasn’t having any of it though and pushed me onto the back seat in front of her before sliding smoothly in behind me.

I knew straight away that it was intentional, particularly as she eased into me as she settled down, forcing me up against Frieda as well. I was trapped in the middle!

They’d all come out dressed for the sun. Frieda was wearing a light flowery dress, full of creams and rust coloured patterns that buttoned down the front. It was fairly short and as she’d shuffled down the back seat, the hem had risen mid-way up her thighs, exposing lithe legs encased in tan-coloured stockings. I knew that they were stockings because the darker tan band of the tops had peeped briefly out before Frieda had eased the hem down a little. But not as far as it could have gone I noted with a smile.

Glancing to my right, I saw Ilse pulling her safety strap over her shoulder and the twisting motion had revealed that she too had put on stockings. But these were of the sheer black type, matching the chequered slate grey and ivory pleated skirt that was wrapped around her slim hips. Above that she was wearing a matching ivory, sleeveless top that had a breathtaking plunge down the front. The display of gorgeous cleavage was distinctly eye-catching and I suspected that underneath the top there must be a very cleverly designed bra making the most of her modest bosom. I’d seen Izzy’s eyes widen and narrow when she’d first set eyes on them earlier as well!

In front, Izzy was classily dressed in a short cream skirt, wide brown belt and matching cream blouse. Whether designed for coolness, or brazen display, the material was so sheer that the fancy, lace covered white bra underneath may just as well have been worn on the outside!

My rather conservative dress of beige slacks and loose, short sleeved mustard shirt looked positively dowdy by comparison. Maybe Izzy had been right to threaten to take me ‘shopping’ when she’d been making those rather derogatory comments about my dress sense earlier!

However, fashion thoughts were quickly shunted to one side as Izzy twisted round and gave us an angry stare. She seemed to be struggling for words as she scanned the three of sitting innocently together behind her.

“Right, it’s only about twenty miles so we’ll be there in a jiffy!” she snapped, before adding sternly, “So no ‘hanky panky’ in the back!”

I was struggling to keep a straight face. It was like being back at school, and in her anger, her Italian accent had modified her taunt to ‘hankee pankee’. It sounded so funny. I could see that Izzy was about to blow when she saw me trying to control a grin, and when Frieda next to me began to giggle, I was expecting a volcanic response. But, somehow, Izzy’s expression changed, her face seemed to relax and she began to smile, just as Ilse and I burst out into laughter! Then we were all laughing together, for ages!

“Alright,” gasped Izzy after we’d settled down a bit, “I suppose that may have been a bit strong?”

She shook her head at our responses, “Well, ok, it was a bit over the top maybe.”

“Alright, it was definitely over the top! But it’s not fair if you three are going at it hammer and tongs while I’m having to drive!”

We nodded in understanding and I promised to keep the other two under control. That seemed to satisfy her and she turned back to the front and put the car in gear.

Presumably she hadn’t heard Ilse whisper in my ear.

“Control?…Us?…You’ve got to be joking!”

Nevertheless, we’d been driving for nearly ten minutes before I felt Ilse’s hand slide onto my right knee. It may have been self-restraint, but I suspect the delay may have been more to do with the way that Izzy was sliding the car round corners!

I ignored it for a minute or two, as I was in the middle of a conversation with Izzy, but the hand soon began to roam! It started to move in small circles, caressing the top of my thigh around my knee, but the circles gradually got bigger and soon began to stray higher up my thigh, with disturbing consequences between my legs!

I broke off my chat with Izzy and turned to give Ilse a hard stare. escort tuzla After all, we’d promised to behave! She just ignored me and stared sweetly ahead as if nothing was happening and I had to quickly cover her roaming hand with mine as is it finally approached the top of my thigh!

“Ilse!” I hissed, hoping that Izzy hadn’t noticed, “Hey!…”

My head had snapped round to my left now as I suddenly felt another hand on me. This time it was Frieda, and she’d not bothered with the preliminaries and just calmly cupped the bulge that was quickly developing in my slacks!

“Oh…” I continued hopelessly, as my eyes raked up and down Frieda’s legs beside me.

Whilst I’d been distracted with Frieda, she’d clearly been busy undoing the buttons at the bottom of her dress, which now lay open from her waist! So now both her stocking clad legs were on display right up to the point where a flash of red panties peeked out from under the gaping dress. The bare skin above her tan stocking tops, framed by the red suspenders looked invitingly white and the overall effect was so incredibly sexy that I just stared, opened mouthed. From somewhere deep at the back of my mind, I heard Ilse pick up the conversation with Izzy so my sudden gasps and incoherence had probably gone un-noticed by the driver. But what didn’t go un-noticed was the way that Frieda gently squeezed my half-formed erection and then grabbed my hand as I tried to protect myself.

I’d only just got over the shock of being ‘touched up’ like that when I felt, and watched hypnotically, her place my hand on her own knee, the feel of her smooth, stocking clad skin sending little electric sensations through my fingers as she guided it higher. I was half expecting that she’d stop when she’d drawn my hand up to her stocking tops, but she just eased her legs apart slightly and drew my fingers even higher up the inside of her upper thighs. The feel of her bare skin sent another shower of electric sensations showering round my body to congregate in a minor explosion between my legs as my erection got even harder!

“Frieda!” I gasped quietly in half protest, but it was a token gesture. By now my fingers didn’t need to be drawn across Frieda’s bare skin, they were exploring on their own, and this time it was Frieda’s turn to let out a slow sigh of pleasure as my fingertips finally nudged up against the red satin pantie material that was wrapped tightly around her peachy sexual lips.

I explored the bulging, and slightly damp material for a few seconds, making Frieda wriggle as she tried to get them in the right place. Then she drew in a breathe, grasped my hand again and to my surprise lifted it away from that hot spot. I couldn’t believe that she was going to stop me at that momentous point!

And she wasn’t! With a quick shuffle of her bottom, she’d drawn the dress higher, exposing all of the bright red panties, and with a quick, almost practised motion, she slid my hand under the elastic top and forced it down into the curly bush hidden beneath! Satisfied that she’d got me where she wanted me, she let go of my hand and left it alone. Inside the panties, free to wander at will!!

I gulped as one half of me wanted to explore that soft little jungle straight away and the other half was wondering if we’d be seen by anyone, especially as we’d just passed a bus full of young people. I could have sworn that I’d heard a subdued cheer in the distance! I looked around in concern, but nothing seemed amiss. Izzy was driving fast, as usual, on the main road but it was fairly quiet, and we still seemed to be a fair way off any built-up areas.

Primal urges quickly won through though and I my fingers were soon exploring downwards, over her pubic mound, searching for that magical slit below and all its hidden delights! She sighed again as she closed her eyes, leant back and lost herself in the delightful responses as her pussy reacted to my wandering digits!

Then I had another shock! My other hand was being dragged sideways now, and as I forced my eyes away from Frieda’s gorgeous legs, I realised that Ilse too had hitched up her skirt and was in the process of urgently feeding my right hand into the front of her panties now as well!

“What!” I gasped as I suddenly had an eye-full of her long slim legs, black stocking tops and the bulging black panties that our hands were disappearing into! This time I wasn’t quite so quiet when I gasped at the feel of another little jungle running through my fingers.

“You ok in the back?” I heard Izzy query as she looked at us in the rear-view mirror, obviously unable to see what was going on lower down.

“Aaaah… Yes, fine Izzy thanks…” I responded quickly, trying desperately to keep a straight face. After all, what could not be fine about having two handfuls of pussy to explore!

My initial paralysis hadn’t lasted long though and despite suddenly finding myself in yet another surreal situation, I was soon engrossed in exploring the two girl’s private parts. My fingers had had an head start on Frieda’s pussy, so were already starting to tease apart her swollen labia lips, and slide into the inviting warmth within. She was already incredibly wet, and this time her moan of appreciation was loud enough to have carried to Izzy in front.

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Note: All characters in this story are above the age of 18.

*

I put my car in park and turned off the ignition as I rechecked the address listed on my phone. Before me was a middle-class, average looking home to which I was directed to by my trusted friend who swears by the owner’s skill. Supposedly he was a really good massage therapist and I desperately needed one. With all that was going on at work my back had been killing me and after complaining enough my friend graciously recommended a great massage therapist that wasn’t too much on the pricey side of things. At my age of 20 I wasn’t making very much yet and needed to save where I could, but this massage was a must.

I stepped outside of my car and walked to the door, pulling my jacket tight around my torso as the wind outside chilled me to the bone. I knocked on the door and looked around at the surrounding houses while I heard footsteps approach the door.

The door groaned open and a man’s face appeared. “You must be Lily, 5 o’clock appointment?” He said as he opened the door further to let me inside.

“Yes, that’s me. You’re Darren Wesley?” I asked as I stepped inside to be greeted with warmth and shelter from the wind that was picking up. I looked around while waiting for instruction from him as I had never done anything like this before.

“That would be me, your source of relaxation and comfort for the next little while. If you could put your belongings and shoes right over here I can take you to the room where we’ll be having our session.” His voice drifted as he turned his head and walked over to a cubby in the hallway. I did as he asked and followed him to the next room over where a curtain covered the entrance to a room with a cushioned table in the center.

I noticed several shelves with various items related to massage therapy such as oils and wax, rocks and little cups lay out in the open. I saw books lining the bottom of shelves, all relating to human anatomy in different sections. It was well furnished and kept warm enough that I was uncomfortably warm in my jacket.

“Miss Lily, I have a chair over here where you can place your clothing. Please undress fully and lay on your belly on the table there. I’ll be back in a moment.” Darren said as he gestured to a chair off to the side and nodded before leaving the room.

I glanced around one more time before walking over to the chair and pulling off my clothing, glad to be rid of them and embrace the comfortable warmth of the room. I pulled down my panties last and set them atop my other clothes and walked over to the table. It was slightly cold to the touch at first, as it was a sort of leathery material. I had just gotten settled face-down when the masseur came back in through the curtained doorway.

“Are you ready Miss Lily? I have everything prepped and ready for you. You said you wanted a full body massage, correct?” He asked me while shifting some things on a side table next to where I was laying.

“Yes, I’m ready and a full body massage would be great.” I replied with a bit of emphasis on ‘great’ as it was really an understatement. It would be heaven to finally not be in so much pain all the time.

“Alright, just let me know if anything makes you uncomfortable or is not to your liking.” He said, leaning over to where my head was facing him to make sure I understood him. I nodded in agreement and closed my eyes to enjoy my massage.

The oil he used made it easy for his hands to glide over my skin seamlessly. He dug into the muscles on my back, though not so much to be overwhelmingly painful. I could feel the tension bursa escort lifting off of my shoulders and lower back, my muscles adjusting back to their normal and untwisted positions. An occasional moan or sigh would escape my lips at an especially sensitive spot. It was a new experience for me and I was realizing new things about my body.

Firstly, I was coming to realize that I had missed the touch of someone else. Not just a hug from a friend or a shy kiss on a date. No, I missed the deeply intimate touch of someone who knew what they were doing. And this man was able to hit all the good spots. I was surprised when he was massaging my back that as he went lower he didn’t stop at my butt. He kept going and continued rubbing circles into the firm flesh there. I had no idea that it could feel so good to be firmly grasped and rubbed there.

What I noticed next was that he had full visual of my most intimate parts. He could see where my bottom separated and thighs came together, and especially the sweet area between where my lips were open to the warm air. As he massaged my upper thighs the skin would be pulled and pushed in each direction, giving him an easier view of the flesh there.

I could tell he wasn’t shy about this, as he had no hesitation in rolling my flesh and muscles around under my skin. His fingers would slide against my outer lips or brush my clit, eliciting a shy moan from me. I could feel myself getting wetter the longer he stayed in that area, and it seemed like only a few moments by the time he shifted down my thigh.

As he went down my left leg and back up my right I was anticipating his reach getting higher and could feel my clit pulsing as it filled with blood. I ached to be touched there again, to feel his finger slide between my lips, down to my clit and drag back up again. It seemed to take forever for him to finally reach the upper part of my right thigh even though the actual massage felt incredible.

When he first accidentally slipped through the folds of my pussy I gasped and jumped a little at how good it felt. His finger had just barely pressed inside me before continuing down my slit to my clit, and returning back to my thigh again.

“Is everything alright Lily? Have I hurt you?” He asked with genuine concern in his voice. His hands lingered where they were at that moment, in particular, his finger rested against my swollen clit.

I cleared my throat before saying “No you didn’t hurt me, not at all. Quite the opposite, this feels amazing and you just surprised me by hitting a really good spot for me.” I tried to say with as much professionalism as I could without lying to his face and saying he didn’t just make me feel pleasure.

“Just making sure you’re alright. Would you like me to continue to work this area? It seems to be in need of some extra attention.” He asked me, while slowly circling his finger around my clit ever so lightly as he said ‘area’. I moaned softly at the motion.

“Yes, please. I do feel like that area needs a bit more attention.” I said with a blush coming to my cheeks. I couldn’t believe I’d just asked him to rub my clit essentially. But I was wet and feeling more aroused than I had in months.

“Whatever you need, like I said, my hands are here for your comfort and relaxation.” He replied as he removed his hand for a moment before returning back to my lips and sliding easily between them with more oil and the addition of my juices. His fingers slid over and around my clit, moving back up towards my entrance and back down, over and over again. I was moaning softly every few seconds now, thoroughly bursa escort bayan enjoying the experience. My hips lightly rocking on the table in rhythm with his fingers.

Occasionally as he slid upwards he would press into my aching entrance for a moment before drawing back out. After the first few times I started pressing back against him to urge him inside me. It seemed he got the message when he finally twisted his palm to face downward and pressed his middle and ring finger inside me. I clenched my walls around them and moaned louder, my hips rocking back onto them. It felt so good to have something inside me after his teasing.

He pushed his fingers in to the knuckle and curled them toward my belly button, rubbing against my g-spot as he gently thrust his fingers back and forth over the area. I could feel my legs shake at the pleasure and my walls quiver around his fingers.

“You do seem to be a bit tense here, relax and let me take care of you. I know how to alleviate your problem Lily.” He said in a relaxed and calm tone. I melted on the table as his fingers worked inside me, building a sensation over my abdomen and inside my pussy. I could hear my juices and the oil make slippery noises as he fingered me. His thumb reached down and rubbed against my clit, making me whimper in so much pleasure. I could barely stand what he was doing to me, and couldn’t imagine being wetter.

I felt my orgasm building more and his speed increase on my clit and g-spot. My moans growing louder and more frequent, and higher in pitch.

“Cum for me Lily, let go and release your tension. Cum on my fingers. That’s it, let it peak and fall over you. You’ll feel so much better after.” He said, bringing me to my orgasm and pushing me over the edge. I could feel my body tensing and pulsing, before finally relaxing on the table and easing back.

“Good, good. Relax now.” He said softly as he withdrew his fingers from my used pussy. He rubbed his entire hand only the soft folds and let me lie there quivering for a few moments.

“Thank you Darren. I hadn’t realized how badly I needed that.” My voice barely audible as I drifted into a deeply relaxed state.

“It’s what I’m here for. Feel how relaxed you are, how the tension has left your body and it feels like you’re floating on a cloud. Just relax while I finish taking care of the rest of your body.” His voice a nice reminder to sink back into the table and feel weightless. He wiped his hand off on a towel and got it slick with more oil before continuing to massage the rest of the back side of my body.

“It’s time to flip over and massage your front.” He said gently. I reluctantly turned over on my side towards him to lie on my back. Though I noticed as I did that he was clearly aroused as well. His hard member poking out through his white scrub-like pants.

“It doesn’t seem fair that your clients get to feel this but you remain tense and pent up. Don’t you ever get to feel release Darren?” I asked, trying not to be too blunt but wanting to know how he deals with it.

He replied while he lubed his hands in more oil and started rubbing into my shoulders. “I do get my release sometimes, if a client is feeling particularly…welcoming.” His reply was hinting at more than just welcoming I would say.

“And what do you do if your client is welcoming towards you? How do you find release?” I asked, looking into his eyes now as I faced directly towards him. He looked at me as he moved his hands lower.

“In different ways, it all depends on what they want or are willing to do. Sometimes they let me find escort bursa release…” he trailed off with his voice as he dragged his hands down over my breasts and back up to cup them, “…here”

“Or other times they use their mouth to pleasure me.” He said, trailing one hand up to my throat before continuing, “and take my cock down their throat.”

“And sometimes, they let me have my way with their pussy I just made quiver around my fingers.” He finished, taking his other hand and forcefully cupping it around my sex and driving two fingers inside me roughly. I moaned unexpectedly as I looked into his eyes, pleading to let him have his way with me.

“Darren… I want you to cum inside my wet pussy… please?” I said urgently, my need to be filled suddenly driving me to beg him for his cock. He removed his hands from me swiftly and wrapped his thumbs under his waistband and yanked his pants down in one motion. His cock was hard and pointing upward, leaking a small drop of pre-cum. I yearned to taste it on my tongue.

“Hands and knees Lily. You’ll get what you want.” He said, climbing on the table with me. I flipped myself over and leaned on my hands as I stuck my butt up in the air for him as he asked. My need to do as he asked getting stronger as I felt the desire to be filled worsen every second my pussy was empty.

In one moment I was there on my hands and knees, waiting, and the next his hand was on my hip and the other feeling my pussy and guiding his cock over my slit. I whimpered with need, not wanting to be teased.

“Beg me for it. Beg to be filled with my cock Lily.” He commanded me. My knees growing weak from need, my inner walls quivering with desire.

“Please fill me Darren, I need your cock inside me now. I need to feel your hardness press against me and fuck my wet pussy. Please!” I begged him. I needed his cock more than I had ever needed it before.

In one swift motion he pressed his full length into me, sliding inside easily with how wet I was for him. He groaned in pleasure as I moaned his name. I could feel my walls clench around him, fully accepting him inside me. He drew back and plunged inside me again, pushing my body forward. He stroked his cock inside me over and over again, thrusting in and out of my wet hole, propelling his cock deeper inside me. My moans couldn’t be contained as I felt another orgasm building. He felt so thick and hot pushing against my cervix when he was fully inside me. My orgasm built and built higher towards my peak until it finally crashed and I felt waves rush over my body as he gripped my breasts with such ferocious intensity to push deeper inside. I knew I would see bruises on them later but right now I didn’t care as I moaned and writhed on the massage table.

My breasts ached and my walls twitched around him. I could feel him pumping cum into me and it was a good thing I was on the pill because he definitely would have impregnated me otherwise with how close his sperm already was to my cervix. I heaved as I came down from my high and came back to where I was. I could feel sweat gathering on my skin and my legs quivering, ready to collapse beneath me.

He withdrew himself from my aching core and stepped off the table causing my body to rest face down against the table. I turned to him. “You don’t have to pay me,” he said as he smiled down at me, “that was payment enough. Thank you,” leaning down to my ear he finished “for being such a needy little slut.”

My cheeks burned and the heat inside me flared again. I felt humiliated at being called needy and a slut but at the same time, it made me want to feel him inside me while he said those words.

I got dressed after he left to go clean off and gathered my things. As I stepped in my car I thought about my friend who swore by him and smiled. She knew exactly what I needed.

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All characters are 18 or older.

*****

Laying on a bed, Rebecca and Joey were watching YouTube videos. They both were spooning with Joey looking over Rebecca’s shoulder at the tv. Rebecca looks over at Joey, and they begin kissing. Their tongues danced together like ice skaters as Joey pulls Rebecca closer to him. She winces, not in pain, but in anticipation. She smiles as he chuckles. Joey tugs her closer again as Rebecca feels something hard against her butt.

“Joey,” Rebecca says quietly, “how long have you been this hard?”

Joey just leaned into her ear and said, “Since I first arrived here.” Rebecca’s eyes grew wide as she rolled over. Their eyes met as Rebecca puts her left leg on top of Joey’s right leg. Her foot, pressed against the back of his thigh, serves as an anchor as she moves in, tightly pressing the bulge in his pants upon hers.

“Move around,” she says, begging for pleasure during the cold night. Joey does so as Rebecca quietly moans to the feeling of hard bulge upon her crotch.

“Rebecca,” Joey said, groaning to the feeling, “you’re a little more feisty than usual. What’re you planning?” Rebecca began unbuckling Joey’s belt, but he quickly stops her.

“Not tonight, love. Let’s just relax.” Rebecca didn’t listen as she unbuttons his pants, and undoes the zipper. She looked at him she kissed him once more, this time with more passion than usual. She whispered, “Tonight’s the night you let him inside.”

Joey was confused as he asked, “Who?”

Suddenly, Rebecca stuffs her hands down Joey’s pants. He gasps loudly from the touch of her cold hands upon his warm cock. Rebecca giggles and moans, “It’s so big. But is it as strong as it looks?” Joey’s elbow hits the wall as a reflex. He gasps louder as her hands go from his penis to his balls. She gropes them lovingly, like a pair of babies that she doesn’t want to hurt.

“Let’s see what you can do,” says Rebecca, her legs bending along his knees. “Touch bursa escort my breasts.”

Joey continued to shudder at the cold hands upon him as Rebecca grabs his hands, and stuffs them up her shirt. The feeling of his rough and cold skin upon her nipples made them harden like diamonds as she moaned. “Joey, I wanna go all the way tonight.” Joey began squeezing Rebecca’s breasts roughly as she gasps. Her back arcs as he gets on top of her. He lowers his pants so that his gargantuan cock could see the light of day. His erection pulsed with the excitement of his heart rate as he lifted Rebecca’s shirt, exposing her breasts.

Rebecca squealed as he slid his penis under the midsection of the bra, between her breasts. “Joey, what are you doing? My vagina isn’t there!” Joey unclipped the bra as it fell open, her breasts fully exposed. Each breast slumped to each side of her chest, unable to balance from his dick.

He groans as he says, “It’s something I saw online. It’s called a titty fuck.” Joey pressed Rebecca’s breasts on his cock as he began fucking her chest violently. Rebecca knew what was happening, and she pushed him off of her. He fell to the floor with a thud. Rebecca moved across his legs and began moving her breasts around his cock. She even leaned in, sucking upon the red head. Joey went from groaning from pain to groaning from the good feeling.

Joey moved away from Rebecca, standing up. He said, sternly, “If you kept going like that, I was gonna cum.” Rebecca stood up with him, fully taking off her shirt. Her exposed breasts were now glistening with sweat and spit as she continued to masturbate Joey.

“That’s right, and I need you to cum inside of me. But don’t forget about me.” Rebecca pulled Joey’s pants down all the way. She was now on her knees, cock in hand.

“I’ve gotta cum too.” Rebecca drove the penis into her mouth, going as deep as she could. Joey’s knees bucked as Rebecca sucked upon his dick.

Joey moaned, “You wanna bursa escort bayan cum? I’ll make you cum.”

Joey took his cock out of Rebecca’s mouth. He hoisted her up, and threw her back down onto the bed. Joey aggressively unbuttoned Rebecca’s pants. He pulled off her pants, and saw a stain on her underwear.

“Oh, wow. You’re really wet.” Rebecca flung her hair to the side and said, “You made it that way.” Joey pulled Rebecca’s underwear off, exposing her vagina. Pink and hairy, he dove right in. His tongue covered her crotch as Rebecca moaned as loud as she could. She’d never felt this good in her life.

“Oh, Joey! You usually suck at this!” Joey moved his fingers into her vagina, swirling them around. Rebecca groaned, saying, “No, Joey! Your penis goes there!” Joey looked up as Rebecca, legs spread with hands upon breasts. Rebecca’s face showed that it was time for penetration. He climbed on top of her, his erect penis naturally placed on her dark brown bush.

“Give it to me,” moaned Rebecca.

Joey slid the head of his penis into Rebecca. The two looked each other in the eyes. Rebecca was desperate to lose it, and she wouldn’t want to lose it to anybody else. Their lips touched as Joey drove his dick deep inside. Rebecca’s fingernails drove into Joey’s back as her hymen broke. It hurt, but the following pleasure was worth it. She moaned louder and louder as Joey drove every hard inch into her: 4, 5, 6, and he couldn’t go further. Rebecca yelled loudly. Joey struggled to move his penis in Rebecca’s tight pussy. Her love juice and blood dripped out of her as Joey fucked her, and he fucked her good. Rebecca’s breasts shook wildly as Joey began panting. The bed shook and squeaked to the beat of Joey and Rebecca’s passionate fucking. Sweat poured from every pore as Rebecca’s head arched backwards. She moaned loudly as her legs crossed at Joey’s butt. Her hands were placed firmly on his back as he fucked her deep into her pussy.

After a few escort bursa minutes of fucking, Joey panted out, “Rebecca! I’m gonna cum!” He gave her a few more pumps, even when she begged him not to cum yet. He pulled out his large cock, bigger and harder than ever as be sprayed his cum all over Rebecca. Some of it landed on her face, which she lightly and playfully groaned from. Joey panted and moaned loudly as semen shot from his dick and onto Rebecca, who laid there, taking the warmth onto her cold body. Joey laid into the bed, next to Rebecca, panting. More semen slowly dripped from his still hard penis as he was exhausted. Rebecca sat up, and climbed on top of Joey, slowly masturbating his penis.

“What’re you doing? Aren’t you done?” Rebecca smiled as she inserted his manliness deep inside of her. She moaned with delight, for it was now her turn to cum.

Rebecca’s hips moved like a gazelle as she fucked him. Now, she was the dominant. Joey looked at her in awe as he placed his hands upon her ass. One hand laid upon her ass while another grabbed her breast. Rebecca took the hand that was on her ass, and placed in on her clitoris. As she fucked him, he stimulate her clitoris quickly. She moaned even louder than before as his curved penis rubbed against her G-spot like never before. She leaned forward and continued making out with Joey as his hips gyrated quickly, sending speedy thrusts of his cock into her. Both of his hands remained clamped upon her breasts as her hair put their faces in a cage.

Eventually, after much moaning, Rebecca moaned, “Joey! I’m cumming too!” Rebecca leaned back into her elbows as Joey continued quickly driving his dick into her. Her cunt began spraying love juice from the pressure of each pound he gave her.

Rebecca began shouting, “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Over and over again, she gave one final yell as Joey calmed down. Rebecca lifted herself from his penis, now soft, as it slumped to his leg. Rebecca laid down close got Joey, and the two continued to kiss. Joey laid with his penis limp, job done well, and Rebecca laid covered in her juice, and her lover’s pure white juice. The two had experienced a fucking that’ll never be forgotten.

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The July afternoon was hot and brilliant, the sun beating down from a cloudless sky as she stood in the doorway, looking out into her backyard. She was alone with her thoughts, which were now just so much kindling for the summer weather that always made her feel lusty.

Holding a cold, sweating glass of lemonade, she was on her way out to sit in a lounge chair when he crossed her mind and she felt her legs get a little weak. Only the day before, on an almost identical afternoon, she had come in from working in the garden. She’d been out there most of the day and a shower felt like a wonderful idea as she had not yet taken one that day. But as she stood at the refrigerator, filling a glass with ice, he had come up behind her and kissed her neck, his hands gently cupping her shoulders.

“Hi,” he said in that way that let her know there was something on his mind.

He was her newest lover, a dangerously forbidden fruit she had taken home from a local bar late one night. She was divorced. He was married. He said it was one of those deals where all sex had stopped years ago. She didn’t believe him, but there was something in his eyes, and the way he gazed at her during the breaks in their conversation, that made her want him immediately.

They’d gone back to her place and fucked. He was voracious in the way he removed her clothing and feasted on her body while he remained fully dressed. Eventually, he pulled down his jeans, took off his shirt and offered her his erect cock tto suck. After that, she was hooked.

Their relationship was almost entirely sexual as he declined to reveal much about himself, but it quickly deepened until it took on an unexpected dimension. It turned out to be deeply erotic in a way she’d never dreamed. Totally comfortable with each other, they began to explore each other’s most intimate desires.

As she stood in the doorway and thought about what he’d done that previous day, she was filled with the urge to take her shorts off and go outside nude from the waist down. Should she? she wondered. The thought became irresistable. She often spent hours naked, just lounging about the house, but before long she would inevitably begin to pleaure herself. He knew so well how to turn her on and leave her with sexual memories that kept giving, consuming her thoughts, barging into her consciousness at all hours of the day and night, making her want to release her almost volcanic excitement in the most sensual ways possible.

On bursa escort that last occasion, she’d felt him slowly sinking behind her, his hands drifting down her arms to her wide hips, where they lingered. Her heart quickened when she felt him tug at her shorts, and the shorts give way….

Putting her lemonade down, she unfastened the clasp at her waist and let her khaki shorts fall around her ankles. Stepping gingerly out of them, she felt herself getting wetter by the moment. She was now wearing only a black tank top, black panties and white sneakers, her thick chestnut hair in a ponytail.

She glanced out the door and considered the risk. A neighbor in the right place at the right time would surely see her, but the hot afterroon was so inviting and she loved the feeling of sun and breezes on her naked body. Inserting her thumbs into the waist of her panties, she tried to recreate the feeling of them coming down as he knelt behind her, his warm breath on her plump, naked buttocks.

“Mmmm,” he’d purred, his lips against her bubble butt, as he lovingly called it. “The taste of your ass makes me so hard…”

Pulling her panties down slowly and letting them fall, she thought about the sensation of his tongue on her anus. The thought of him tasting the most intimate part of her body had once been unimaginable, but now it always left her on the verge of orgasm. She often came as he slowly and insistently worked his tongue deep inside her puckered rear opening, the one he said was so erotic for the ring of tan skin that encircled it. This time had been even better, more naughty, more forbidden…

“Mmmm,” he’d sighed, licking more insistently as she’d bent forward to allow him inside her more deeply. She’d reached back to cup his head and pull him into her…

A breeze through the door cooled the wetness between her legs as she picked up her lemonade. Her hand was trembling. She was nude from the waist down now, her black t-shirt reaching only to the top of her hips. Running her hand up her creamy wide thigh, she softly caressed the patch of reddish brown pubic hair she’d cropped close to heighten the sensation of his tongue and his hard, thick penis.

Stepping outside now, her mind drifted back to her orgasm as he’d buried his tongue deep in her anus after saying, “Oh, baby, your hot ass tastes so good..” Her ride on that wave of ecstasy seemed to last forever. It was an almost paralyzing pleasure. Somewhere within it was the sensation bursa escort bayan of is tongue moving inside her. Once the wave receded, she wanted to suck him, to taste every inch of him…

She slowly walked out across the lawn to the lounge chair, consciously moving her ass in as sexy a way as possible and then she glanced at her neighbor’s house before she sat down in the shade. The sight lines were pretty obscured. He’d have to make a real effort to look over the fence, but any concern she had was pushed aside by her arousal.

Sipping her lemonade and setting it down, she thought of how she loved the muskiness of his crotch, the taste and feeling of his penis as it swelled in her mouth, and how she loved to suck his cock from relative softness to throbbing hardness. On that prior afternoon, he was sweaty and his moist penis tasted salty, its flavor sending an electric bolt of excitement to her pussy and making her suck and lick his sex in an almost frenzied way. His sounds of pleasure had lifted her to new heights of desire…

As she lay back on the lounge chair, her hand found her sex and idly played at her clit while she thought of his moans, his big pink cockhead against her lips and in her mouth. She’d sucked intently, also moaning as she tasted his precum. Giving oral pleasure turned her on almost as much as having her pussy and ass licked, especially by him…

Rubbing her clit more firmly, she wanted to know what he had tasted on that hot afternoon. So her finger roamed down to her warm anus, so soft and slick with her perspiration. The sensation of her fingertip on her moist pucker made her gasp. Switching to her middle finger, she ran it all around her tight little asshole and then brought it to her mouth. The scent was erotically musky, the taste tangy, and it made another wave or intense excitement wash over her and seize her open, sopping cunt. Licking at her finger, she wanted to know more…

She had wanted to make him come. She loved the sensation of his cock pulsing in her mouth, and the ensuing flood of his blandly salty cream. She knew how much he got off on her tasting him. And as she’d sucked and licked his stiff, excited penis toward a peak of pleasure, she’d wanted to taste all of him….

Her middle finger was now gently probing into the tight smoothness of her anus as she reclined on the chair. The wind wss washing over her and placing a cool breath on her swollen, wet pussy. She rubbed her anus and licked her escort bursa finger, then rubbed and licked again while thinking of how she’d turned him around. His surrprise and wonder at what she’d wanted — and how she’d run her tongue over his hairless cheeks — had made her almost come. She’d never licked a man’s anus before, but she was consumed by the intense, undeniable desire to know him as he knew her. When her hands parted his buttocks, his sigh of “Oh, yeah” boosted the intense excitement between her legs. She then licked at the sweat in the cleft of his ass, his scent sending her into a cloud of lust. Placing her trembling hand on his stone-hard erection, she’d licked at his sweaty anus, at first tentatively and then with increasing desire as she tasted…

Her finger wss now up to the second knuckle in her own hot asshole, and she worked it slowly and intently before pulling it out and bringing it to her lips. The taste of his anus had been almost yeasty, yet it made her want to devour him. She’d clutched at his hips, pulling him back against her face…

Pulling her top up to expose her hardened pink nipples, she swirled her tongue over the bitterness on her fingers, the taste of her anus that he loved so much. She was on the verge of orgasm now. She thought of how she’d worked her tongue into him while she stroked his erection until he’d gasped, “Gonna come”. She’d turned him around quickly and taken his penis in her mouth. His head rocked back as he moaned and his throbbing spurt began..

It was here, in this part of her memory, that her lust took her on a flight to the unexpected. She fantasized about sucking his cock after he pulled out of her ass. They’d had anal sex on several occasions, and he’d always come inside her, but now the taste of her own anus was making her incredibly horny. The intensely kinky thought of sucking his erection after it had been buried deep inside her rear made her moan as she lay back in the lounge chair. Continuing to suck on her finger while her other hand worked at her pussy, she imagined his cock in her mouth and how it would taste. Her legs were spread wide, the memory of his hot semen and the taste of his ass colliding with her lust and the hope that her neighbor was watching her finger her anus. And then she came — long and hard, gasping and shuddering — nude from the waist down on that chair in her back yard.

Once the waves of ecstatic release subsided, she lay quietly for a few moments, feeling the breeze on her pussy and bare legs and listening to the birds as her heart pounded. Standing up, she briskly went into the house, feeling a little surprised at what she had done and what she had wanted, but not by what had inspired her.

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My name is Mary Virginia Rosenthal. I live in the town of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, in Canada’s Capital region. I’m five-foot-eleven, kind of chubby but still pretty, with reddish brown hair, light bronze skin and pale brown eyes. My family is a veritable blend of ethnicities. My grandfather Hansel Rosenthal was a Jew from the Heidelberg region of Germany, and my grandmother Irene O’Leary was Irish, originally from the town of Galway in Ireland. They met in Canada during the 1950s. My mother Farah Al-Wahid came to Ontario, Canada, from the Republic of Lebanon, and she was raised Christian. She converted to Judaism when she married my father Charles Rosenthal. Yeah, I’m the very definition of a melting pot. A proud Jewish Canadian woman. I study business management at Carleton University and work part-time for Bell Canada in the Call Center.

The story which I’m about to share with you is absolutely true. A lot of people have all kinds of ideas about Jews, especially Jewish women. I don’t know where they get their information but it’s always a bad idea to believe in stereotypes. One person who found out the hard way is this Muslim fellow named Mohammed. He’s originally from Somalia and studies sociology at Carleton University. Black guys would have everybody believe they’re all fearless supermen with big dicks. I can testify that this isn’t true in many cases. How do I know that? I had a rather enlightening encounter with Mohammed, the arrogant Black Muslim guy from Somalia. Now, Somalis in metropolitan Ottawa got a reputation for being roughnecks. I don’t buy into what people say. I prefer to believe what I see with my own eyes. That’s the mark of an enlightened person, if you ask me.

Anyhow, I am on this website for people interested in BDSM, and one day I got a friend request from someone who looked familiar. Mohammed, the tall and skinny Black guy from Somalia. Now, I am a Dominatrix. I dominate both men and women. I am not a sub and I don’t switch tire escort either. I do wish men would stop trying to persuade ladies like myself to try things their way. Mohammed told me that he knew that I was a dominant lady but he begged me for a chance to convince him otherwise. What a fool. I accepted his challenge and decided to teach him a lesson. I invited him over to my house in the Kanata area of Ottawa for a session. I wanted to show this son of a bitch who’s the boss. Many men from the Muslim world lack respect for female authority. A lady friend of mine who works as a cop in the City of Montreal tells me about her negative encounters with Arab men on the job. They’re the worst when it comes to lacking respect for policewomen. And she’s got no problem cuffing them and bringing them in.

Mohammed showed up at my place in Kanata, and the session got underway. I was already in full dominatrix gear. Black leather jacket over a red tank top, Black leather pants and Black cowboy boots. It’s my favorite outfit in the world. When I wear it, I feel sexy and powerful. Mohammed looked alright, if you like that type. I only date Jewish men and Christian men. I dated a Coptic Christian guy named Youssef from the City of Cairo, Egypt, last year and he was really cool. Earlier this year I went out with this Ethiopian Jewish guy named Caleb. He was visiting Ottawa from his hometown of Tel Aviv in the State of Israel.

I hope you don’t think I’m prejudiced for stating this but I really don’t date guys from other faiths. Christian men and Jewish men, that’s my limit. Muslim guys, especially the ones from the Arab world, have this die-hard hatred for Jews. Don’t know what we ever did to them. Or to anyone else, really. I don’t know why but people never believe me when I tell them that I’m Jewish. My father is totally white and my mother is an Arab Christian woman from Lebanon who converted to Judaism so my unique looks enable me escort tire to pass for all kinds of things. Half the time people think that I’m Italian or Mexican or something along those lines. They never think that I’m Jewish.

Mohammed must not have known that I was Jewish either because, as we talked before the session began, he told me about his views on a lot of things. Somalis are brainwashed by the Arabs, and they believe everything the Arabs tell them about the State of Israel and Jews in general. They’re just as anti-Jewish as any die-hard Islamist guy from the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia or Yemen or whatever. How interesting and completely unoriginal. I decided to teach Mohammed the anti-Semite a lesson. I asked him to strip naked for me. And he did. The Black man stood naked before me, all six feet and two-hundred-something pounds of him. I must admit that he looked good. However, his dick was SMALL.

Yes, I was looking at a BLACK MAN with what happens to be a very SMALL PENIS. I looked at Mohammed and asked him to get hard for me. He looked flustered, and began stroking his dick. The Somali dude spent ten minutes stroking his cock and trying to get hard but it just wouldn’t work. In the end, I stopped him. Mohammed looked to be near tears. I looked at him with totally fake sympathy and told him that if he couldn’t deliver, then I would. Mohammed’s eyes widened as I pulled my strap-on dildo from my handbag and put it on. I stroked it lovingly. It was shiny and Black. Teasingly, I winked at Mohammed and told him that I was going to fuck him with my Black dick. Mine is always hard. No manual ‘awakening’ required. Mohammed protested, but I told him that since he couldn’t man up, I would. Mohammed swallowed hard, then lowered his head in defeat. I smiled as he knelt before me when I told him to do so and began sucking on my dildo.

Mohammed sucked my strap-on dildo obediently, and I berated him as he sucked me off. tire escort bayan After making the macho Muslim male humiliate himself by sucking my plastic cock, I made him lie on his back with his legs in the air. I dipped my dildo in a vat of lubricant then pressed it against Mohammed’s asshole. The Muslim dude looked scared. Relentlessly I teased him. I couldn’t help it. What’s the matter, Mister Muslim man? Afraid of a wee little woman like me? Doesn’t your religion preach that men are superior to women? If you truly believe that stuff, then you should know that a woman can’t do anything to you because she’s only a woman and you’re the invincible Muslim male. Is that fear I see in your eyes? Ha! I shoved the dildo up Mohammed’s ass and the big Muslim man howled. I smacked him across the face and told him to shut the fuck up. Cowed, Mohammed did as he was told.

I closed my eyes, enjoying myself as I rammed my dildo up Mohammed’s ass. He howled. He squealed. He moaned. He bitched. He whined. He cried. I extracted tears and various other fluids out of the not so tough Muslim male from Somalia before all was said and done. When I pulled my dildo out of Mohammed’s asshole and spat inside his now gaping hole, he didn’t say anything. I saw the look of a broken, defeated man in his glazed eyes. Man, had I known that shoving a strap-on dildo up a Muslim guy’s ass would change his attitude so rapidly and so drastically, I would have done it a long time ago. The change that came over the unruly Muslim guy was eerie, ladies and gentlemen.

This was definitely one for the ages. Maybe I should recommend the strap-on dildo as a solution to the Arab problem that my friends and family in Israel are dealing with these days. What do you think? I made Mohammed get dressed and exit my residence. I had enough of his nasty ass. Before he left, I showed him the Star of David which hung on a chain around my neck. I tucked it between my breasts while working on Mohammed. You should have seen the look on Mohammed’s face when he realized that a big Muslim guy like him just got strap-on fucked by a Jewish woman. Priceless! I slammed the door in his face, then grabbed my cell phone. I had to tell this to my girlfriends. Stuff like that is too good not to share!

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