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“Caroline. Caroline.”

She called to her. Called to Carol in a voice that shook the air like an echo in a tunnel of brass. It rumbled from the swirling clouds above. It bubbled wetly from the muck below. And it whispered gently all around her, its every elocution a drop of honey in her ear.

“Caroline. Caroline!”

It made her muscles go tense, sent shivers down her spine, raised bumps on her flesh, rattled her teeth in fright…and warmed her soul like a candle in her chest. She knew that voice, recognized it. She hadn’t ever heard it before, but she recognized it regardless. Every woman knew that voice, deep down in their hearts.

“Caroline! Caroline! Come back to Me.”

“I…I can’t,” Carol whispered, fighting her every urge to turn around and gaze upon the Goddess she knew was standing mere inches behind her. One half-step, that was all it would take for her to fall into Zenriah’s arms, and by all that was holy, Carol so desperately wanted to be held in them. “I can’t…be with You.”

“Caroline,” the voice repeated, the sound of tears welling up within every syllable unmistakable. “Caroline, please don’t leave Me. I need you.”

“I can’t,” Carol said, fighting back her own tears. She took a long step forward, bluntly, forcefully, flinching as though the act of moving her foot was physical painful. “I can’t!”

“Caroline!” the voice cried out. For an instant, Carol felt something brush against her arm, something warm, something tender, something that promised to give her love, protection, and pleasure every moment of every day for the rest of her life, forever. For a moment, her heart nearly gave out; she almost gave up her rejection, almost gave up her retreat, almost turned back, ready to accept the Goddess’ full embrace.

But just as quickly as it touched Carol, it was pulled away, and with it, so was seemingly everything else. The light, the air, the wind, even Carol’s own breath froze, so swiftly, so abruptly, it was like they were never there to begin with.

The sun died. The sky turned black.

The ground froze. The earth turned to frost.

The breeze stopped. Its howl became silence.

And Carol fell. It felt as though she had been struck.

Above, the blackened clouds thundered. From within them glowed an unearthly light, blood of color and wicked of will. They flickered malevolently, seemingly laughing at Carol and the earth as they bathed everything in a sickly scarlet hue.

“Yesssssss,” a new voice hissed from above and everywhere, its elocutions scratching on Carol’s ears like nails on a stone. She covered them by reflex. “Surrender your Goddess to meeeeee! She is mine. Mine and mine alone!”

“No,” Carol whispered shaking her head furiously, the evil voice echoing in her mind, louder and louder by the minute, blocking all her thoughts. She didn’t want that, she didn’t want to surrender the Goddess, she didn’t want to leave Her alone with that…thing. “No!”

She spun around, ready to accept her Goddess in full. But it was too late. Zenriah was nowhere to be seen. “Zenriah?” Carol cried, suddenly feeling like a lost child separated from her parents. “Zenriah!”

Carol pushed herself upright, ready to run. Zenriah and the demon couldn’t have gone far; if she hurried, she just might be able to catch up to them! But Carol wasn’t able to climb any higher than on her knees when something suddenly seized her by the waist. It was soft…and woolly. Looking down, the mother gasped in horror when she saw what it was: a black skirt. That extended down to her ankles. CLOTHING HER!

She tried to pull it off, but it held firm, sinking its lecherous fangs into her flesh. Carol cried out in pain and buckled over, splashing mud where she fell. As she clutched her abdomen, hot and slippery with blood, a new sensation began to overcome her arms. Looking down at them, the woman gasped in horror as she saw her own blood begin to wrap around her limbs, spreading all the way down to her fingertips and creeping up to her elbows, congealing and solidifying into a new substance, one that pressed tightly onto her skin from all angles, choking the air out of every inch of her limbs. Evening gloves. She was wearing evening gloves! Horrible, terrible evening gloves!

Carol nearly forgot about the pain shooting up from her waist, falling down on her side in shock as she stared at her arms aghast, like they had just been cut off. Which they might as well have been. She could no longer feel the air around them, the skin on her torso or even the wet blood from her injuries. All she could feel was the choking feeling of fabric closing in around them. The same sensation that was starting to creep up her legs and chest.

Stockings. Stockings were forming all around her legs and a bra was encasing her breasts, crushing them into her chest, pushing them into her lungs. She tried pulling them off, only for the cursed garb to bite into her just like the izmit escort skirt had. Carol howled.

“Help,” she wheezed as she collapsed, her breath growing shorter by the minute as more fabric materialized all around her, entombing her chest, her stomach, her neck, and even her head. “Help!” she called out, as loud as she could, even as she choked all around.

A hood grew over her head, draped over her face, blinding her. And then it sank into both her mouth and nostrils. All she could see, all she could feel, all she could hear, smell and taste was clothing.

***

“MMMFFF! MMMFFF-HMMMFFFF!”

The darkness was closing in on Carol, threatening to crush her like vice. It was getting into her eyes, getting into her skin, getting into her soul! She had to fight it. She had to escape it! So she kicked and she thrashed and she bit at the offending fabric that was trying to entrap her, trying to choke her, trying to keep her from seeing her beloved Goddess…

THUMP!

…Only to fall flat on her butt, off her bed, and onto her hardwood floor.

“Ouch.”

After wrestling the blanket off and giving her ailing rump a tender rub, Carol peered around to see where she was. The desolate wilderness, the muddy ground, the ominous clouds above, they were nowhere to be seen. No horrible demons were haunting her, and no evil clothes were trying to consume her. She was…home. Where all was safe and all was sound and all was good.

Something clicked behind her, and then: “AAAANNNNNDDDDDD THEEEENNNNNN MY OOOLLLLLLD DOOOOOOG DIIIIIIII-EEEEEEEE-IIIIIIIIIEEED!”

Except for the music on her clock radio of course.

“Ugh, shut up, shut UP!” Carol growled, slamming the infernal device with an angry fist and silencing the horrid country music with it. Why the hell did she keep it tuned to that damn station anyway? Why the fuck hadn’t she changed it yet?

Because hearing bad music is the only surefire way to get your ass out of bed, her inner voice chided. Which you need to do because you have work today and calling in sick again just won’t do!

“Uggghhhh, I hate my life,” she grumbled. She really did right now, after how the day before had transpired. But there was nothing she could do about that anymore. What was done was done. All Carol could do now was just try and live a normal life from this point forward. For her daughters’ sakes of course. Standing up on her feet and stretching herself out, the mother trudged unenthusiastically to her door where she was greeted by a note to herself that read “Put your clothes on, stupid.”

She looked down. Right. She was naked. Because that’s how she slept. She liked to sleep naked. Sleeping naked, in the privacy of her own home, in the privacy of her own room, was acceptable, and going naked anywhere else was…not. Which meant she had to get dressed.

“Right, right,” she muttered, turning around to gather her clothes and put them on. In normal circumstances, this would be the time Carol would throw on her robe and take a shower, but she had to play it safe today. If she didn’t get dressed as soon as possible, she might very well not get dressed at all, which would land her in a lot of hot water if she showed up to work buck-ass naked. Especially since she was never going to become a Zenrist and going anywhere buck-ass naked would never be acceptable for her.

She didn’t notice the tear falling from her eye until it was absorbed into her skirt.

***

The drive to work was hell. The temperature outside was approaching triple digits, which meant everything in her car was in quadruple digits. The seats were hot, the wheel was blistering, the metal buckle on her seatbelt nearly branded her skin when she touched it, and even the air seemed to scald her throat with every breath she took. It was enough to make Carol want to storm out and skip work for another day, but she gritted her teeth and pressed on. The AC would make things bearable soon enough.

It did. Eventually. Once she rounded the corner and parked the car in the lot of the Trilo Publishing building.

“Figures,” Carol groaned as she stepped put of the car, wincing at how damp and sticky she felt all over. Beads of sweat were pouring down her face, her hair clung tightly against her skin, and the pool of moisture in her back was causing her blouse to press awfully deep into it. Just like how the clothes bit into her flesh in that dream.

“Damn it,” she cursed, slipping her blazer off and picking at the fabric in her back, peeling it away. It was bad enough women had to wear clothes when they were clearly never meant to, but was it really necessary to make office garbs so Goddess-damned hot?

Carol practically flew into the building, eager to escape the sauna of her car and the inferno of the outside world for the cool, heavenly paradise that was the office. Unfortunately, she was not greeted by the welcoming feeling gebze escort of popsicles on her skin like she hoped, but by more fiery air.

“What the ffffffrick?”

Harold walked by, waving a folder over his face as a makeshift fan and notably not wearing his own coat over his button-up shirt. “Air conditioners broke down,” he said matter-of-factly.

Carol had to resist the urge to scream. “The air conditioners broke down? Are you fffffffricking kidding me?”

“They got some people up on the roof working on them,” said Harold. “Hopefully, they’ll get them fixed in the hour. Assuming they’re working hard—”

“And not hardly working,” Carol snarled, feeling really not in the mood for jokes right now.

“Least you still have your sense of humor,” Harold said, forcing a chuckle out of his equally forced smile. Carol resisted the urge to punch his teeth in. “If I were you, I would have called in sick for another day. No one would blame you if you did. I sure wish I had.”

“Too late for that,” Carol groaned as she made her way to her desk. It was just her luck; first the AC in her car went out to lunch, and then the AC in the office went straight to Hell. Is that where she was right now, Hell in all its fire and brimstone glory? It sure felt like it.

It wouldn’t have been a problem if she was a Zenrist. Heat did not bother them. They could dance in fire, sleep on coal, and trek the hottest deserts on the globe without suffering so much as a sunburn, and they did it all without a stitch on to protect their bodies. If Carol had been a Zenrist, then something as minor as a hot summer day wouldn’t have affected her at all. But she was not a Zenrist, and she would never be one. No matter how much she desperately wished for it. Heck, just being able to safely take her clothes off would have brought her some relief, especially since they were clinging ever tighter to her sweltering, sweaty body.

Just brute force your way through it, Carol. Tough it out, and before you know it, you’ll be back to normal again.

She sat at her desk. She winced like she was in pain, and shivered all over like she was cold, even though she most definitely wasn’t. The act of sitting down pressed her skirt ever more tightly against her butt cheeks. She could feel the fabric dig almost painfully between them like a dozen clawed fingers.

You’ll be normal again, Carol.

She turned her computer on. The fabric in her sleeve oozed around her arm, running down her skin like the slime of a fruit gone to rot. It smelled like it too…or was that just the stench of sweat all around her? Carol couldn’t tell. She didn’t want to tell.

Be…normal…

Her breath hitched. Her throat closed. She gagged. She choked. She couldn’t breathe! A noose was tightening around her neck, stealing her breath, stealing her life!

No it wasn’t. There was no noose at all. It was just her collar. It was feeling a little tight was all. She pulled at it. The walls in her throat retracted. Oxygen flowed through her lungs once again. She was breathing now. She was…normal.

Carol kicked herself out of her chair and stomped off to the lady’s room, where she would find a break from this unbearable heat with some cold water to the face. It was more lukewarm than anything; public restrooms were never known for having adequate temperatures for water—or having adequate water, period—but it was still a welcome feeling from the pressure and heat that was blasting Carol in every direction. From the air, from within herself…and from the tightening, constraining clothing caging nearly every inch of her skin.

I could…I could relieve myself of it too, she thought, stealing a glance at the toilet stalls. All she had to do was hop into one of them and strip, just like she had done previously. It was so easy and it was perfectly safe too. No one would see her do it, and if they did, they couldn’t judge her. She was a lady and this was the ladies’ room. She could do whatever she wanted in it!

No, no she couldn’t. Not anymore. She couldn’t do that. Since delving into the Zenrist religion, Carol had become…addicted to nudity, as if it was a drug. And like a pathetic junky, she was always looking for her next fix, craving it, feeding it every moment she could. She was even trying to do it in the bathroom, for the Goddess’ sake!

I have to go cold turkey with this. I can’t…I can’t indulge in being naked, or else I’ll…I’ll never be able to get over it.

Digging her feet into the floor, Carol wrestled her gaze away from the toilets, which were looking more and more like the most beautiful things she had ever seen in her life, and looked back into the mirror. Where she was met by the most notably unbeautiful thing ever: her wet, clammy face, ruined by smeared lipstick and running eyeliner.

“Goddess damn it,” she muttered. It didn’t stop. It was just one darıca escort thing after another today. It was bad enough she was acting like a junky, now she had to look like one too?

Calm down, Carol, just calm down. You have your purse and you have your makeup. Look, you even brought them with you like a good girl. You can make this right. No one has to know you what a mess you are. Outside or in.

Carol washed her face again, rinsing away the remnants of her makeup. Then she dried it out with some paper towels, and went through the exhaustive process of putting it back on again. She reapplied her lipstick, lined her eyes, coated her lashes with mascara, and tried to ignore the wrinkles she was certain weren’t there yesterday.

***

The stars turned, the oceans danced, the clouds thundered. And then…all was silence. Every wave sank, every light dimmed, and every flame, from the faintest candle to the Great Brazier of Kinuse, was snuffed out. For but a moment, all the world was covered in darkness, and for the first time since their inception, the Lovers of Zenriah felt lost. The thanes enveloped in the heat of battle found no foes to fight, the cremators found no dead to rest, mothers found no daughters to birth, builders found no temples to raise, and wives found no loves to comfort. They blinked, they stared, and they called out to each other and to their Goddess, for they knew not what had come to pass, or what was to come soon.

And then, like a thunderclap, they knew.

Zenriah was gone! To the Heavens She departed to face their enemy alone, and to the Earth She had not yet returned. The Goddess, who created Woman, gave her life, gave her purpose, filled her very existence with endless love, was naught to be seen, or heard, or felt.

And so, Womankind screamed and she howled and she cried. She cried from the searing pain that erupted in her heart, broken and shattered forevermore. She cried at the hole she felt darkening within her soul, bereft of the Goddess that would enwomb it no more. She cried to the air from which she would no longer hear Zenriah’s voice or Her hymns or Her bodily chorus of pleasure and love and ecstasy. And she cried for the tears the Goddess could no longer shed for her..

The cries of Womankind pierced the air, and her tears soaked into the earth. Mountains crumbled, lands split, and sky was torn. And from that day on, all those born from Woman would weep in their first moments of life. For Womankind cried and she continues to cry to this very day for the Goddess she so desperately pines for.

***

The break in the bathroom only slightly helped. Splashing water on her face and reapplying her makeup provided a much-needed distraction for how unwell Carol felt, but the moment she sat down at her desk it started to build up again. Her body was growing hotter, her clothes were growing tighter, and both were getting wetter as perspiration dripped out of the former and soaked into the latter. Every little thing she did felt like she was pushing her body through glue, and the more time passed, the heavier and slimier she felt all over.

She wiped her brow, which was slick with sweat, and most definitely reflecting the office lights. Idly, she started to paw at her blazer. I could…afford to take this off. No one will protest if I go without a coat for the day. It’s not like I’d be the only one going without. Indeed, it wasn’t; she spied a couple coworkers who were content to work in only their white shirts as well. Taking one article of clothing off wouldn’t hurt…

Carol reeled back in horror. ‘One couldn’t hurt.’ That was the mantra of the addict. One small drink and the recovering alcoholic would wake up hungover in a dumpster. One cigarette and the chronic smoker would need a lung removed. One potato chip and the girl on the diet would inflate like a balloon. If Carol took off her blazer, she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop there. She’d take off her shirt as well, and then her shoes, and then her skirt. She run around the office butt-naked, get off on all the astonished stares of her coworkers, and masturbate right in front of them all. She’d squeeze her boobs, pinch her nipples, and smack her ass. Then, once it was clear how hot and horny she was, she would sit down, spread-eagle her legs, show everyone her very wet and very pink pussy, and ram her fingers into it.

A tingle erupted between Carol’s legs that nearly sent her toppling to the floor.

Focus on your work, Carol. Focus on your work!

***

Before the arrival of Notrath, Woman knew Death only as a natural occurrence for the birds and the beasts of the Earth. Life borne of Chaos and without divine purpose is fragile and as such will inevitably decay and return to Chaos. Such is the way of Nature, and Death is naught but a part of Nature. But Woman was not borne of Nature and she was not borne of Chaos. She was molded by the Hand of the Goddess. The Goddess was immortal and incapable of dying and so Woman too was immortal and incapable of dying. Then the Demoness came, and she brought Death to Woman when she killed legions and legions of her by the score. And so Death came to Woman, not through Nature and Chaos, but through violence and force borne of unholy lust and greed.

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As she pulled the black, lacy panties up her tanned legs, she could not help but smile. He purchased them, brought them home wrapped in a royal blue foiled box tied with a gold ribbon. He did not have to say a word to her as to why. She knew why. She turned to the full length mirror, admiring her simple black dress, slowly smoothing out the clingy fabric over her thighs. ” It’s all in the packaging,” she thought to herself as she slipped on her 3 inch black heels. She loved the way her calves took on a different contour when she wore high heels.

As she slipped on her bracelets she glanced at the clock. She was to meet her lover at the Dinner Club around eight-ish, it was time to leave. She put just a touch of “Jasmine” oil on her wrist and behind her right ear, then headed out the door.

“Hey neighbor!'” was the first thing that caught her as she stepped to her car in the driveway. It was Frank, the sweet neighbor that always seem to be watching when she was feeling naughty.

“Hello Frank!” she replied while unlocking the car door. She seen that his eyes were on her short dress. It hiked up a little as she leaned to use the key.

“Going out I see,” he acknowledged as he spryly walked to where he could get a good view when she started to sit in her sports car with that short dress on. It was almost dark so he needed to get closer.

With a quick wink she replied, “Yes Sir! and I am going to be late. Have a nice evening!” With that she gave the old fart his thrill and purposely left her legs spread long enough for him to get his eyes focused on her new panties.

They were regulars at “Cedar Isle” and the parking attendant knew to park her Mustang next to his car.

“Someone’s waiting on you inside pretty Lady,” Ron, the attendant, whispered to her as he opened her car door. He too knew just where to stand for his quick shot of her sweetness. He knew her ability to exit her bucket seat very well. This was one customer he always got a “tip” from but the not the kind he could spend. He and the other attendants would joke about “refusing gratuities from that couple,” agreeing that the visual was priceless.

As she approached the usual booth, he stood and marveled at her. Always so much a lady. He knew heads were turning, they always did.

Her lover placed their order for their meal and drinks. Then, they talked about their day. He was not at all bothered when he noticed her sexy glances at a man at the bar. She began to look away from the stranger slowly when he would return her glances. That was part of her tease. escort kocaeli bayan Her lover knew that when she excused herself to the ladies room, it was her way of throwing out a line. He smiled as she whispered, ” Going trolling,” as she left the table. He watched as the majority of the room watched her. He could see eyes shooting towards the doorway to the ladies room waiting for her to come back in the room.

As she walked back to the table, he caught her brief eye contact with the same man sitting at the bar. He was a middle aged man. Nice muscular build. Moustache. The stranger gave her a slight nod confirming his attention.

Fresh drinks were at the table when she returned. The two of them began to tease and pass whispers. He kept whispering in her ear about how wet he wanted those new panties. The two of them knew just what to say to get her juices flowing. While he was getting her to squirm, she was watching the stranger at the bar. He was watching her as well.

The stranger watched as she made facial expressions that were so sexy his cock was throbbing with excitement. He felt his on wetness inside his briefs. When he would try to look away, he kept going right back to her. As she sat with her legs crossed, she was swinging her leg a little. Her short dress had rode up her thigh just enough to make his mouth water. The stranger wanted to see more.

Noticing that he was watching her legs, she uncrossed them, lifting her leg slowly allowing him to see her.

The strangers body had a jolt of pure lust that very moment that almost became audible to the room. Quickly, he looked away and thought about leaving. He needed to get rid of the hard cock he had. When he glanced back at them, her lovers hand was under her dress. He had pulled her panties to the side and it was obvious that he was fingering her. Her eyes were a give away. She locked her eyes on the guy at the bar as her lovers finger was going like a piston in and out of her. He could tell she was enjoying it, her face was flushed and her full rounded breast seem to want to come out of her dress. She was being pleasured by both of them. Her lover by his touches, and by the stranger. Just knowing he was watching was turning her on more.

He knew he had to get himself in check and quick. He stood and made his way to the men’s rooms and stayed until his cock was semi hard.

When he returned to his drink at the bar, the couple were still at their booth. All cuddled up and the man’s hand was no longer between her legs. After kocaeli otele gelen escort shooting her a smile of approval he turned so that he could not see the them. Apparently they were through. He then called the bartender over and asked him to send whatever the couple was drinking to their table on him. No sooner had the bartender walked away, he felt someone to his right. It was the man from the table.

With a smile he stated, ” She sure is HOT huh?”

A little taken back by this man’s boldness about his lady, the stranger answered with a calm, ” Yes she is.”

The man from the table replied, “I have something for you. It’s from her…well both of us. She loves showing off her panties. I just got these for her.” That being said he pulled her black lace panties from his inside coat pocket. He handed them to the stranger. He continued, ” take them. Put them to you nose. She is a sweet one.”

She was watching them. Knowing that they were both watching her, she took a sip of her drink and began stirring it with the swizzle stick. Her legs crossed and her sexy leg swinging slightly. Placing her drink back on the table, she removed the swizzle stick. The two men noticed her hand slipping under her dress, as she uncrossed and spread her legs. She slid down a little in the booth. The two men watched as her tiny hand cupped her mound. Spreading herself with her middle and index finger, there it was. The hood that protected her clit. She then glanced at both of them as she removed the swizzle stick from her drink. They watched as her hand passed in front of her tummy. Her hand stopped to little movements as she began to slide the swizzle stick up and down her pussy. They could see the part she held between her fingers, the rest of it was surrounded by her wet labia. She slide it slowly, up and down as they watched. She then pulled the swizzle stick up and with her hard hood exposed, she started flicking it lightly back and forth over it. A smile spread across her face as she noticed the fullness that was in both of the men’s pants.

The stranger cleared his throat as he tried to think of something to say. The sensation he felt as his briefs started getting sticky again made him lose all train of thought.

They watched intently as she brought the swizzle stick up to her mouth, slipped it between her lips and tasted her sweetness.

Then her lover continued, “want to see something cool? “

He then walked back to the booth. He slipped in and she smiled izmit suriyeli escort at the man holding her wet panties.

As soon as her lover had his belt undone, his pants unsnapped and unzipped, he helped her slide onto his lap. She lifted a little as he lifted her sexy black dress with one hand and pushed his hard cock down with the other. His cock went between her thighs as she lowered herself. The stranger was watching her face. When he glanced between her spread legs he was taken back by the rush he had at the sight in front of him. It was as if they were the only three people in the place.

She lifted up enough with the help of her lover to place the cock to her opening. The stranger watched as she so seductively stoked the fire between her legs with the head. As his mouth went dry, the cock seemed to be disappearing. The lady in the black dress was slowly taking it inside her body. He could see her lovers hands holding her at her waist as she began to move from side to side on his hardness. Her moves were slow but effective. At first there seemed to be at least three inches at the base of her lovers thick cock exposed. Her juices becoming visible on it in the dim candle light the longer she rode it. The stranger looked up to her face just as she tilted her head a little to the right and began to bite her lower lip. He noticed her breast were swelling with each pant. A tiny beam of light bounced off from her bracelet that was around her wrist. This caused his focus to go back between her legs. Not only was she rubbing her clit, there was no shaft visible. She had her lover’s thick, hard cock buried inside her. The stranger could tell that her lover was driving his cock deep in her as he noticed her higher bounce. He then watched her face. Her brow showed a little frown line as she continued to bite her lower lip. She was bearing down on her lover and she knew her pussy was filled yet begging for more. Just as her face began to take on a softer look, he knew she was cumming. Her pouty mouth had formed a perfect ” O ” as she released her orgasm onto him. As her movements slowed, she placed her hands on her lovers. She slowly withdrew her pussy from his still hard cock.

Her lover new that he would have her for the rest of the night. She was his dessert many times.

After tucking, zipping and snapping her lovers pants, she shot a sweet smile over to the stranger holding her black lacy panties in his right hand as she buckled her lovers belt.

The couple got up to leave and as they passed the stranger at the bar they stopped in front of him.

As she held her lovers hand, she took her black lacy panties from the strangers hand and slowly wiped his brow then brushing them over his moustache as she winked at him. Stuffing the panties in his pocket she whispered, ” Thanks for the drink…”

The stranger replied as he adjusted his hard, throbbing cock, “Thanks for the show…and the souvenir.”

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After a day of meetings in town, I find the commuter train that will take me to the lot where I’ve parked my car. It’s late rush hour in fall, which mean it’s already getting dark. I miss the late sunshine, but the warm temperatures of the Indian summer weather we’ve been having are a pretty good tradeoff. On the platform, I put my tote down and fold my sweater into it. I’m wearing a knit pencil skirt and a silk knit tee shirt. My legs are bare, and the outlines of my bra can be seen beneath the weave of the shirt, but I’m hardly indecent. I’m beginning to think that should change. Hmm. Let’s see if we can rustle up some trouble.

I stroll up the platform to the front car. Most of the stations along this route have exits toward the rear cars, so I expect the front car to be comparatively empty. I’m wrong; it’s packed. Ah, I see why: the bar car is situated here. All the men in suits are clutching plastic cups of ice and booze. And yeah, it’s nearly all men. The bar cars are slated to be abolished in a few months; the old boys club looks like they want a last hurrah. I step in, pleased by the wordless acknowledgement my entrance receives. My nipples stiffen slightly. I look down the aisle for an empty seat, and find only one: a middle seat in a three-seat bench, with an older stocky man in a grey suit with a tablet on the aisle, and a lanky fellow in pinstripes with a half-full drink at the window. I nod at them, “May I?”

Neither of them looks delighted at having to accommodate a third, but they have the good manners to nod back and say “Please do.” I put my bag on the floor at my feet and settle in.

I want to make some mischief here, but it takes me a few minutes to formulate a plan. After the conductor has come by to collect tickets, I begin squirming in my seat as if in discomfort. I make a few small “ow!” noises, and am rewarded with inquiring looks from my seatmates. Finally I exhale in feigned frustration and reach under the back of my top to my bra hook. “Oh my god, I can’t stand this!” I mutter. I unclasp the hook and loosen the d-cups away from my breasts. I sigh in relief. Pinstripe’s eyes widen. Next, I reach up my sleeve to pull the bra strap through, so I can slide my arm out. Then the same on the other arm. I pull my bra out of the bottom of my top and stuff it into my bag. My tits flop a bit with all this exertion, my nipples tent the front of my shirt.

“Are you all right?” Grey Suit asks.

I unload my vent: “Ohhh, you men just have NO idea. Those things are so uncomfortable – they use the stiffest plastic to make the stays, and they’re digging into my skin,” Then I gasp in embarrassment. “Oh, gosh, I’m SO sorry! I shouldn’t be taking my clothes off in public! Geez!” My hands cover my giggling face.

Both men, now fully interested in the trouble my breasts are having, reassure me that they took no offense. Hah! Of course not! My line cast, it’s now time to start reeling them in. Grey Suit does my work for me by asking innocently, “Er, what are ‘stays’?”

“They’re little bits of plastic that support the sides of bras with bigger cups,” I offer, but I see his face still clouded by incomprehension. “Here: let me show you!” kocaeli escort bayan I pull the lacy garment back out of my bag and drape it across my lap. “See? These little pointy rib-like things, just outside the cups.” Each man has half of the band in his lap, and both make oh-now-I-get-it noises as they finger the delicate material. “That’s the price you pay with bigger breasts, I guess, ” I pout. Both men blink, looking from the cups to my tits. I pretend not to notice. “I swear, I think they’ve broken my skin!” I complain. I reach around under my arms to rub the area of my sides where they’ve ‘cut.’

As if the idea just came to me, I ask Grey Suit if he’ll look to see if I’m right about my injury. Before he can disagree, I lift the side hem of my top to expose the skin next to my breast. My shirt still covers the breast itself, and I cup my other hand around it, as if to make sure nothing more is exposed. My nipple pokes through the fabric between my fingers, and I squeeze it for Pinstripe’s benefit while pretending to pay my attention to Grey Suit. He peers at my bare skin. “I don’t see anything,” he says, sounding doubtful.

I pout some more, “It’s SO sore” and pull the top back down, rubbing my imaginary wound.

Pinstripe, who has finished his drink, boozily suggests, “I should check the other side!” and bless his cheek, abruptly pulls up the other side of my top. In my surprise, I don’t block his tug, and all of a sudden, my whole tit is exposed. I cover my areola with my hand as soon as I can, but the whole rest of my pale globe is bare. Pinstripe examines the ‘injury.’ “Oh yeah, wow, that looks painful.” He says, unable to suppress his grin.

“It does hurt,” I lie. His index finger traces the skin there, sending a shiver through me. I allow myself a subtle caress of the boob I’m groping. “Mmm, that’s nice,” I whisper. Both men exhale audibly.

Glancing at his drink cup, now empty of all but a few ice cubes, Pinstripe has another idea. “Would you like me to rub ice on it?”

“Oh, gosh, no!” But instead of denying consent, I quickly qualify my objection. “I couldn’t impose. It wouldn’t be right!”

He overrules: “Not at all. It would be my pleasure.” He emphasizes the last two words in an unmistakable come-on. I blink innocently and nod ever so slightly. He takes an ice cube and gently touches my skin. The cold makes me gasp and close my eyes for a moment. Grey Suit shifts in his seat, frustrated he didn’t have the ice cube idea first. I lift my breast a bit, and Pinstripe slides the ice into my underboob area. The small cube dissolved, Pinstripe’s fingers take its place caressing my titflesh. He looks at me, murmuring, “Poor, poor titty. Bad bra to hurt such a pretty titty.” I sigh and bite my lower lip. At this point, Grey Suit reaches over into Pinstripe’s cup and fishes out another cube. He lifts his side of my shirt and administers the cold treatment. I let go of the breast I’m holding. Both tits are now fully exposed, and I’m reveling in the touches of these two strangers. Pinstripe takes the last of the ice cubes and passes it over my nipples, one at a time. I shiver with the cold and my izmit otele gelen escort excitement.

The conductor makes her way back through the car. Desperate to continue our play unimpeded, Grey Suit shifts so that his back blocks the view from the aisle, making a show of putting his tablet away. Pinstripe urges me, “Lean forward.” I rest my head on the seat back in front, and he pulls the back of my shirt down where it belongs. This posture lets my still uncovered breasts swing free, and my new friends happily grope my tits without detection. My pussy is creaming. Grey Suit’s fingers are thick, Pinstripe’s are long and sinewy. They’re both doing a bang-up job.

Once the coast is clear, I lean back again, exhilarated by the danger. Pinstripe dips his head to take a pink nipple in his mouth. He slurps louder than he should; Grey Suit shushes him. I hold his head to its work. Grey Suit follows suit, licking the length of the other nipple, swirling it around with his tongue.

I slide my hands onto both men’s laps. I have to feel their dicks. Dear god, I want to fuck them both. Grey Suit slides his hand up my inner thigh, exploring my drenched panties. I squirm, trying to be quiet, but the other passengers are loud and drunk and paying us no mind at all. He pushes aside the gusset between my legs and dips a fat finger into my bald and aching pussy. I lean down to Pinstripe and lick his ear. In a moment, we’re kissing, our tongues wrestling as deep as they can go. Soon, his hand is up my skirt as well, separating my labia to accommodate two sets of fingers.

Just when I’m about to climax, the train begins to slow. Grey Suit looks up, crestfallen. “My stop,” he says sadly.

“Stay,” I urge.

“Can’t. Wife’s picking me up.” I smile fondly and give him the nipple for one last lick.

As the train stops, I arrange my clothes into a semblance of order. Grey Suit kisses me goodbye, and nods at Pinstripe, his partner in crime, as he leaves. The train pulls out, and I turn to Pinstripe. “What about you?”

“I’m going where you’re going,” he grins, stroking my covered tits.

“I’m next,” I answer, and stuff my bra back into my bag. “Wanna get off too?”

He laughs at my double meaning. “Yes, please!”

I stand in the aisle a little forward of our seat. Pinstripe gets up to stand behind me. “I need cover,” he whispers, and I immediately feel the reason. His hard cock presses into my back. I will be amazed if he can walk at all with that erection. We depart behind a clutch of other commuters, and hold back while the crowd surges to the exits and the hard on deflates. The evening air is still warm, but a cool breeze freshens the parking lot. I walk toward my car, parked in a dark corner of the lot. Pinstripe follows, taking my hand.

“You do this kind of thing often?” he asks me as we walk.

“Do what?” I ask innocently.

He chuckles. “Take your shirt off in public.”

I laugh and counter, “Hey, wait a minute. You’re the one who took my shirt off.”

“Yeah, well, you didn’t stop me, did you?”

I stop and put my hand on his chest. kocaeli suriyeli escort “Why on earth would I stop you?” I put his hand back on my tit. He inhales sharply. “Car’s over here,” I say, and take two steps away from him. At the third step, I take my bag off my shoulder and remove my shirt entirely. He’s treated to my naked back; he hustles to catch up to me.

“Holy shit, there are cameras here!” he cautions.

“Then whoever’s watching can see my tits!” I giggle and hit the unlock button on my key.

My car is parked back end toward the wall, underneath the branches of a tree. Opening the back door, I drop my bag on the floor, toss my top into the front seat, and slide butt first over the seat. As I slide, I spread my legs. Pinstripe takes off his jacket and folds it neatly next to my top. He leans in over me, kissing my tits and feeling up my skirt. He pulls off my panties, finally. I love the breeze on my pussy. I wriggle out of my skirt to fully enjoy the sensation of being naked in the night. Before I know it, his pants are undone, and his hard, long cock is probing my entrance. I begin to squirm, anything to get him to enter me. He does at last, thrusting into my wetness. “Holy shit, you’re juicy,” he groans.

I moan. “Give that hard cock to me, baby, Fuck the shit out of me. Come on, harder!”

“You want it hard? Take it all, honey!”

He begins slamming into me. I love it. I try to meet him on every push, but he’s stronger than I am, and within a few minutes, my head has reached the far side door. I put my hands up to brace myself. My tits are bouncing like crazy with the force of his thrusts. His hand goes to my clit, and begins pressing hard on it. I writhe against the pressure, building up to the climax I’ve wanted since I boarded the train. And then I explode. I cry out and shout with every pulse of my orgasm; I don’t care who hears me. In fact, it turns me on more to think we might have witnesses. After what seems like forever, I come off my peak. Pinstripe, however, has a way to go, and he continues his assault on my inner passage. I don’t know if I’ve ever had a man harder than he is. I want to return the favor, so I start clenching my still-vibrating pussy muscles. His eyes go wide and within a second or two, he shouts “Fuuuuuck!” His come shoots into me hot and thick. I swear I can feel it in my guts. He buries his head in my tits; I press them together against his hair.

In a moment, he’s breathing evenly again. I wonder if he can recover enough for me to blow him; I bet he’d like a titty fuck. He pulls himself off me, however, and pulls his pants back up. At my look of disappointment, he smiles ruefully. “Gotta catch a train.” We kiss for a minute. I press my nakedness against him to try and convince him otherwise. “Some other time,” he sighs. The sound of the next train grows near; he leaves me to return to the platform. He disappears into the crush of exiting commuters.

I still sit naked on the back seat of my car. I don’t care if any of the new arrivals notice me. I find a package of moist towels under the seat and carefully mop up my dripping pussy, imagining what more fun we could have gotten up to. A breeze chills my nipples, reminding me that I am not yet at home. I think for a moment if I should redress for my drive. Fuck it, it’s dark. I slide behind the wheel bare-assed. I pull the seatbelt between my breasts and click it into place. Giving my nipples a pinch, I pull out of the lot. It is dark, but my neighbor’s motion-detecting sidewalk lighting is pretty bright…

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Jacques was brought quickly out of his reverie by the doorbell. Lisa peeped out from the kitchen door but Elise, walking quickly towards her, motioned her back inside. Smiling sweetly to Jacques, who was looking down the stairs , she opened the door wide. There, proffering a big brown hand, stood a tall young slim man. Pretty durn brown, with short curly black hair, and a broad friendly grin. Brilliant white teeth. She quickly looked him up and down: white shirt, blue tie with a yellow bar and red star, black trousers, and an unmistakable bump off to the side of his fly, quite low down she thought, which moved a little as he offered his hand. “Must be some goodies down there, and he must be wearing boxers, not Y-fronts,” she surmised as she accepted the proffered hand. “Why, you must be Dick Browne,” exclaimed Elise. “I’m Elise Devereaux, the one you spoke to on the phone, and that is my husband, Jacques,” she continued, pointing to Jacques who was now just behind her.

“Pleased to meet you both, Mr. and Mrs. Devereaux,” answered Dick.

“Call me Elise,” replied Elise. “Mrs. Devereaux I reserve for weddings and funerals,” she continued.

“Right, you got it Mrs. Devereaux…I mean Elise,” replied Dick.

“Please, come in Dick. We can’t keep you standing there on the doorstep now can we?” said Elise.

They moved inside. Elise took Dick by the right hand, his left clutching a large, soft, black brief-case, and showed him across to the lounge area. She motioned to a large easy lounge chair, and took the one opposite him herself. Jacques brought up the rear. “Dick, can I get you a drink?” enquired Jacques.

“No thanks Mr. Devereaux, it’s a little early,” replied Dick.

“Well Dick, it’s already after 5, and we’re not going to give you a hard time here. How about a gin-tonic?”

“Ok,” replied Dick. “I reckon a lil ole GT won’t hurt. Can you make it plenty of ice please?” continued Dick.

“Sure Dick,” Jacques replied. “And your usual my dear?” said Jacques turning to Elise. Elise nodded her response and Jacques toddled off towards the kitchen to fix the drinks.

Elise now gave Dick her full attention. She was dressed very simply: an elasticated white body tube covered her prominent perky large boobs. A short, orange, floral skirt with large white orchids flared out over her broad hips. Solid-heel slip-on mules with a braided orange-and-white broad strap adorned her feet. Nothing else! She smiled across at Dick and slowly swung her right leg over her left knee and settled back in the chair.

Dick, himself leaning back in his chair, noticed with widening eyes as the skirt of Elise slipped back exposing the most shapely taut thighs he had seen for quite a while. Since he left Aruba in fact, Dick surmised.

Elise smiled back at Dick, noticing of course his wide-eyed reaction, and some minor further disturbances occurring in the zone of Dick’s pants where she had first noticed it at the door. “Now Dick, tell me for a fact: have you brought something with you that will interest me?” said Elise.

“Ma’am,” replied Dick, “I have a bunch of adverts with me for timeshares at the Ocean Club. I hope you will indeed find something of interest,” continued Dick, as he leaned over the chair arm and rummaged in his briefcase.

Elise slipped her feet out of her mules and drew her legs up into her chair, clasping her hands around her knees. She leaned forward as she spoke, “Oh yes Dick. I am quite, quite sure I shall find something of interest here tonight.”

Dick, swinging back around before starting to straighten up, and clutching a sheaf of papers, found himself looking straight between the legs of this incredibly beautiful woman in front of him. His eye level was with her crotch. He stopped and did a second take. He could not believe what his eyes were showing him.

Unmistakably, Dick was sure he was looking at wisps of straight black hair peeping from between her thighs, and was not that the faint outline of her pussy? Or what? “Oh mercy me,” thought Dick, “I can’t believe what is happening here.”

Dick flopped back into his chair, forcing himself to keep his gaze steady on the face of Elise. “If you say so Mrs. Devereaux. If you say so,” said Dick in response to the statement of Elise.

“Oh but I do, I do Dick,” re-iterated Elise, fixing her gaze directly on the ever-rising lump in the front of Dick’s pants.

Dick blinked back in incredulity, noting with consternation the direction of Elise’s stare. He closed his eyes and put his head back. His head was in a whirl. What did all this mean? Was he about to be taken on the ride of his life by this beautiful creature he had just met? And what about her husband? Where was he? Did he care? What should he do now? His erection was rising hard and offering him solutions which he hardly dared consider, but his answer was not long a-coming.

Elise rose quickly and moved behind Dick’s chair back. She leaned over his head and loosened his tie. “My escort kocaeli dear young man,” said Elise, “You really do need some more air here. You are SO hot!” With that she leaned over further, her firm breasts resting lightly on Dick’s curly head, as she continued to remove his tie and unfasten the buttons of his shirt. Dick remained silent. What was there to say? He kept his eyes closed soaking in the fragrant ambience of Elise’s perfume, and wondering if this was anything close to what Heaven was like.

Elise now moved quickly around to the front of Dick’s chair. She wriggled her hips from side to side to force her way in between Dick’s sprawled legs. Bending over Dick’s waist, she said, “And I believe there is something else here that needs more air”. With no more ado she quickly flipped back Dick’s belt buckle and deftly unlocked the safety catch at the top of his waistband. With the fingers of both her hands gripping each side of the waistband she pulled sideways watching the zip of the fly run down snugly to the base. Another hard tug up and over with the waistband of his shorts and she had them rolled back over the mound of firm flesh beneath seemingly begging her for its release.

Elise paused a moment to observe what she had uncovered. A thrill of excitement ran through her as she took in the full view of Dick’s well-proportioned erect manhood. The musky smell of male testosterone hit her nostrils and she felt a release of fluid in her vagina at the prospect of feeling this marvel of male nature penetrating her pussy. He must be a full eight inches she thought. We need to be careful here.

Elise sank to her knees and wriggled even closer to her prey. Holding the erect shaft gently with her two hands she guided the head between her full lip-glossed lips and sucked hard. A long low groan emerged from Dick. She looked up at his face with excitement, but Dick still had his eyes closed, unable as yet to face the reality of this situation. Elise smiled inwardly and continued with her gentle mouth massage of Dick’s manhood, coaxing it up to new heights of stiffness, and noting with great satisfaction the commencement of clear fluid leaking from the tip which she carefully harvested with her tongue.

After several minutes during which Elise gently stroked and sucked the sweet biological lollipop, Dick opened his eyes and stared in wide-eyed wonderment at the scene taking place in his own backyard. He managed to feel for Elise and gently stroke her cheeks and fondle her hair. Elise now knew she could safely take her plan to the next stage.

Elise rose to her feet. She rolled her body-tube down to the waist, exposing her taut firm breasts. She rolled up her short skirt, tucking it neatly under the body tube. Now she was ready for engagement. Moving quickly and gracefully, she stepped up onto the chair arms and straddled Dick’s head, then slowly lowered herself towards his mouth. Her body perfume, mixed with her heavy female pheromones, cascaded down onto Dick’s nostrils.

Dick visibly trembled in anticipation at the heavenly sight so close to his face, and the action of her aroma. He raised his hands to support Elise under her firm buttocks and lowered her gently down onto his mouth, penetrating her engorged pussy with his long stiff tongue. Dick warmed to his role and worked the willing pussy for several intense minutes, bringing short gasps from the delighted Elise.

Dick realised that it was now HIS call, and taking control, he moved Elise backwards and down towards his hot, aching penis, still dribbling clear fluid from its tip. He carefully positioned Elise over the tip and gyrated his tool into the labia. Elise leaned forward and kissed Dick lightly on the forehead, then allowing herself to slip gently down the slippery pole. Elise remained on her toes, however, knowing that she could not allow Dick to fully penetrate. Sure enough, she felt the tip touch her cervix as she touched bottom.

Dick transferred his hands to cup the firm ripe breasts of Elise, while Elise took a firm grip on Dick’s shoulders. She then commenced her oscillation with long sure strokes, looking Dick squarely in the face. Dick, now completely at home, returned her gaze. They exchanged little facial expressions of enjoyment.

There was a clunk behind Elise. Dick peered round Elise to see Jacques placing a tray of drinks on the coffee table behind Elise. Dick, of course, was alarmed and spoke out, “Geez Mr. Devereaux, I am SO sorry. I don’t know what got into me”, said Dick in alarm.

Jacques paused and slowly straightened up, looking down at Dick’s face. “Not to worry, Dick my son. Not to worry. This is your destiny to-night. Your fate was sealed the moment you walked through that door. Now I seriously suggest you relax and savour every moment. This opportunity does not knock every night,” said Jacques.

“Gee thanks Mr. Devereaux. I don’t know what to say,” replied Dick.

“There IS nothing kocaeli escort to say Dick, so say nothing more. You have plenty to DO!” replied Jacques. “Let me help you with those pants,” continued Jacques, “You need to be more comfortable.” Jacques bent forward and carefully removed Dick’s shoes, then slid off his pants and underwear.

Jacques then knelt between Dick’s legs and gently cupped Dick’s balls whilst running his tongue over Dick’s bulbous sack and up Dick’s hard shaft as Elise rose up at each oscillation, savouring the wetness running down his shaft from his leakage mixed with Elise’s glistening cunt lubrication.

Relieved of his clothes’ impediment, and encouraged by the words of Jacques, Dick took Elise by the waist and stood up, turning to the left to place her snugly on the padded couch alongside.

Elise smiled up at Dick as he raised her legs one by one and placed them alongside her ears. Elise wrapped her arms around her ankles and clasped her hands together.

Dick stood up and threw off his shirt. Looking down at his equipment, he took a hold of it in his right hand, left hand on Elise’s shoulder, then worked it quickly and smoothly back into the hot sweet darkness ahead. Jacques moved back and sank into the easy chair recently occupied by Elise and Dick. His hands moved quickly to his trouser’s zip, and in no time his meat was out and being slowly massaged while watching the unfolding action on the sofa with great interest.

Dick commenced to fuck with long, graceful, slow strokes, almost retracting before sliding back deep, noting carefully that he could not afford to hit bottom. Elise tweaked Dick’s nipples as they looked at each other savouring each other’s responses.

Now there was another clunk on the coffee table as Lisa, the maid, put down the ice bucket she had brought from the kitchen. This went unnoticed by the amorous couple.

Lisa was mesmerised by the sight. Without thinking she started to play with herself under her short skirt all the while watching Dick intently. Suddenly, she realised what she was doing, and looked at Jacques, giggled, then rapidly moved around the left hand side of the coffee table and threw herself onto the couch alongside Elise. She raised her legs high mimicking Elise, then looked directly at Jacques.

Jacques noticed with a surge in his crotch that Lisa was wearing beneath her short black skirt, those black fishnet stockings he adored, with the black suspender belt he had bought for her on his last visit to Paris, and that was all. Down below: a lovely picture with plenty of slightly curly, black hair in the pubic area.

Jacques needed no second bidding and took his place alongside the athletic Dick. Dropping his own trousers and Y-fronts now, he penetrated the anxious little pussy, quickly getting up to the same rhythm as Dick. Jacques sensed he was being used as a proxy for Dick, and noted that Lisa never took her eyes off Dick’s weapon.

When Dick duly flipped Elise over to finish her with a deep doggy, so Lisa turned too, but still managed to turn to watch her idol’s actions.

Jacques concentrated on watching Dick too, and as the tall youth eventually shuddered and ejaculated deep into Elise, so Jacques managed to fill the gasping Lisa with his load too. Lisa now, with long experience of the household mistress’s needs, quickly rose and mounted the sofa, straddling Elise and quickly lowering her leaking pussy directly onto the face of Elise, who quickly commenced reaming out the still-hot pussy of Lisa. Lisa also reached behind and pulled up the legs of Elise once more knowing the next move would be from Jacques.

Dick, now fully retracted, moved aside, and watched in amazement as Jacques dropped to his knees in front of Elise and, with great reverence licked the oozing cum from her dripping pussy.

As Jacques stood up he turned to Dick and quipped,”Thanks for that. I always seem to get my dessert before the main course!” He then turned to Lisa and said, “I think you had better put out another place setting for our guest”.

A while later they were all seated at the dining table. Jacques and Elise sat opposite each other, Dick between them at the head of the table. Lisa was in the kitchen putting the final touches to the meal.

It had not gone unnoticed by Jacques how Lisa had been stricken by Dick’s toolbox. So, Jacques now turned to Dick and said, “Dick, Lisa is preparing some special soup as a starter tonight. Would you care to go and see if she needs a hand to stir it? Maybe you can check if it tastes OK too?”

Dick rose with a grin on his face and started towards the kitchen, “Sure thing, Mr. Devereaux. Only too pleased to be of service”, said Dick.

As the kitchen door swung closed, Jacques flicked on the monitor for the kitchen mounted at the end of the dining room. Jacques and Elise noted with satisfaction Lisa quickly hoisting herself onto the kitchen kocaeli sınırsız escort bayan table, her legs wide in a capital M. Dick, not even bothering to loosen his trousers, unzipped, and produced his weapon already back again at full strength, foreskin fully retracted and ready for the next foray. He carefully wriggled his dick into Lisa’s welcoming cunt with its bright pink centre housed between masses of black, curly, shiny, hair. He finally stopped after managing to insert a good five inches, and proceeded to take a firm grip on Lisa’s thighs.

Lisa was not looking for a long drawn-out performance and was already gasping and uttering small noises. Dick quickly ran up to speed and smoothly ejaculated shooting his offering down into the tight depths of Lisa’s pussy. Jacques quickly turned off the monitor knowing Dick would be back soon.

Dick emerged from the kitchen and returned to his chair. Jacques spoke first,”Well Dick , how was the soup. Did you give it a good stir”?

“You bet I did Mr Devereaux,” replied Dick. Just then Lisa appeared with a tureen of steaming hot soup which she set on the table.

Jacques looked up at Lisa and said, “Well Lisa did Dick do a good job on the soup?”

Lisa replied with a little laugh, “Sure Mr. Jacques. He can stir my soup anytime he likes,” she replied, smiling at Dick. They all laughed.

After the meal, Jacques spoke to Dick as follows, “Dick, you have very quickly earned the highest accolade from this family, not only from the female category but also from myself too. You are therefore now on our private list and are welcome anytime you are in town to drop by and pleasure the ladies whether I am here or not. Would you like to stay the night after this hectic evening?”

Dick replied immediately, “Of course, Mr.Devereaux, of course I will stay, and I am honoured to be accepted as a permanent Friend-With-Benefits.”

“Then I must make a request from you as I do with all my special guests. I must request a Devereaux Nightcap. Since you are new, the best way is not to describe but to play it by ear. Your room is on the first landing, first door on the right. We shall visit you an hour from now. Take a shower and relax. We shall see you soon!” said Jacques.

An hour later Jacques and Elise, robed in massive beach towels, entered Dick’s room. Dick was lying naked on the bed, lights low, and a pleasant aroma of male deodorant in the air. He rose as the pair entered and Jacques made straight for the bed, lying down face up in the same position as Dick had been only moments before.

Jacques opened his bath towel and spread it out on both sides. Elise undid her towel letting it slide to the floor and then mounted the bed in 69 with Jacques. She carefully lowered her pussy into Jacques’ face and took his now rising member between her lips.

Dick needed no further clues. His member was already fully erect as he had been watching the action on the bed, and now he moved behind Elise, and carefully lifted her a mere inch off Jacques lips. He gently slid his member across Jacques’ welcoming lips and rotated his member carefully into the engorged labia ahead, slowly working his way in, firmly grasping Elise’s taut thighs. As he moved deeper, he changed his hands from her thighs moving around and under to support her pendulous boobs in his hands. No point in doing a full 6-inch retraction now so Dick compromised with a 3 inch oscillation which he moved gradually from slow to quick. Dick built up to pounding and pounding Elise’s engorged cunt with juice flowing copiously from Elise into Jacques’ mouth, with Jacques eagerly licking the shaft continuously. Finally, Elise’s PC muscle locked and Dick pulled back almost to fully withdrawn. He changed his hands back to grasping Elise’s trembling thighs.

Pushing hard against Elise’s spasmed PC muscle, Dick’s penis exploded with a massive burst of cum spraying hard against her cervix. Dick managed to retract and drove in hard again, shooting his load of hot, white, sticky fluid into the depths ahead. He paused and Elise relaxed. Carefully now Dick retracted with Jacques carefully cleaning his penis with his tongue as he emerged, still hot and wet. Dick carefully lowered Elise back down onto Jacques lips as Jacques started to slurp the precious honey from Elise’s leaking cunt. As a finale, as Jacques completed his cleanup, Elise brought Jacques penis to completion and he ejaculated between her full lips.

Jacques and Elise sat up on the bed and Elise beckoned Dick over to her. She stood up and hugged Dick, engaging him with a full French kiss. “Thank you my newfound FWB, you have made our day in every small detail. Now you know our favourite pastime: the Devereaux Nightcap. I am sure this will only be the first of many. We shall always be looking forward to your visits”

Jacques and Elise then left and Dick relaxed in the comfort of his bed, not bothering to even wash or dress. The house was quiet. Dick started to doze off, when he suddenly realised that there was someone else in the room and that someone was actively sucking his dick. Soom he felt a pussy in his face and he realised that Lisa was now in a 69 with him.

So be it, in for a penny, and so he and Lisa spent some quality time gently fucking away and 69’ing until the sun started to streak the sky.

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Susan first appeared in ‘Entertaining at Home’. Other characters mentioned joined the story in subsequent episodes of ‘Entertaining at Large’. If you like the look of this chapter it might be worth checking them out to discover people’s back stories and the details of some of the events referred to. Comments, suggestions and support welcomed as always and thanks to those of you who already have.

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Scarlett and I smiled at each other as we stood at the door of suite seven-oh-two at the Royal Hotel and prepared to knock. It was the night of Trevor’s stag do and we were the designated strippers; the thing was the groom had expressly forbidden his mates to hire dancers – designated or otherwise – and we were going to have to improvise. Scarlett had been fretting about it all day.

‘Let’s do this then.’

I rapped on the door and pulled my trench coat more tightly to my chest. I wanted to make sure that nothing showed underneath. I took a deep breath. It was show time.

Matt, the best man who had got us into this mess in the first place, grinned sheepishly as he pulled open the door. He had a look of relief on his face when he saw us. I leaned down and kissed his cheek. I was tottering on my highest stilettos. I noted with satisfaction that the kiss left a perfect lipstick bow. I bought the cheapest stick in Superdrug from a teenager who was surprised I insisted on her assurance that it would definitely leave marks.

‘Ooh, Helen’s got a stripper. Great. Come on big boy lets get this party started.’

I pushed him back into the room and followed him through almost shouting my instructions. I was waving a Polish vodka bottle I had brought from home. It was filled with water, but they weren’t to know that. I wanted to give the impression of a tipsy party girl who was up for anything. By the looks on the faces of the eight or nine men in the room I was succeeding.

‘Hello boys. My god she’s not gone and hired a stripper for each of us has she? Goody, goody. Where are the girls? Still getting changed?’

I glanced towards the bedroom. I could see the king sized bed was covered in hold-alls and there were men’s clothes strewn around the floor. It was the third time I’d been inside the suite in the last week. I’d never seen it in such a mess.

The confusion in the bedroom was matched in the suite’s large sitting room. There were beer cans on every available surface. The guys, all of whom knew we were coming, put on a great show of being confused and embarrassed. One of them leapt to grab the TV remote and pause the movie. It was ‘Gang Bang Gumbo VI’, the one where a stripper gets a work out at a bachelor party. My idea. By the look on the girl’s face which filled the frozen screen they were well past the blow job stage and into the main event.

The rest of them started moving cans and generally making the mess in the room worse. One boy who was coming out of the shower with a towel around his waist sort of squealed and dodged back in immediately. Everyone was looking at me.

‘What are you doing here? Where’s Helen? It’s her hen night. You’ve made some kind of mistake.’

I spoke confidently and glared at them. Perhaps I was too convincing. Several of them blushed, a few stammered and all of them ended up looking at Matt: the best man. He obviously hadn’t filled them in in the details, but he took his cue perfectly.

‘I’m sorry, but I think it’s you who are wrong. I booked the suite weeks ago for Trev’s stag night. I’ve got the paperwork somewhere.’

He nodded towards a plump guy slumped in one of the armchairs. Trevor tried to shrink into the upholstery as I looked him up and down. Judging by the cans around his feet he was already half cut. I smiled sweetly with just a hint of acid hoping to convey the impression of someone who could not possibly make a mistake.

‘No that’s alright. I’ll just phone Helen and find out what time she’s getting here.’

I reached into my bag and pulled out my mobile. I looked around the room and strode to the emptiest looking corner on the pretext of needing some privacy. All eyes followed me as I carefully placed my bottle on a window cill. I pretended to dial and tapped my foot impatiently as if waiting for my fictional friend to pick up.

I took the opportunity to check out our audience as I waited. They were all nice looking guys in their mid-twenties. Matt, who I knew best, was smiling at me from the opposite corner. He had one of those voices that could talk a girl out of her knickers in ten minutes flat. I melted almost every time we spoke on the phone. And that was at least four times in the past week. His problem was that he was nervous as a kitten around women otherwise he’d be a right bastard. I smiled back at him and gave him a sly wink.

‘Helen. Hi. It’s Suzette. Where are you?’

I waited as if waiting for an answer and watched as one of the boys cautiously approached Scarlett and offered her a beer. They were all pretending to be occupied with something but I knew they were all listening to me.

‘What. kocaeli escort What are you doing there? It’s your hen night. We’re in the suite and it’s filled with cute looking guys. Why are you at the spa?’

They all heard me call them cute. There was a general puffing out of chests, straightening of chinos and adjusting of polo shirt collars. It was the first time I had noticed they were all wearing similar clothes. I knew several of them worked with Matt at the tax office. I speculated on whether these were standard issue leisure outfits.

‘Oh shit.’

There was a perceptible leaning closer among my audience.

‘Oh effing aitch, pardon my French.’

I put a hand to my forehead.

‘No we can’t get a taxi over there.’

I cupped the mouthpiece with my hand but still spoke clearly enough to make sure the lads all caught every word.

‘We’re both dressed like a couple of hookers. We’d get thrown out as soon as we took off our coats. And you know what Scarlett’s got in her bag. You asked her to get them, you minx.’

I glanced up. All the boys were looking at the hold-all at Scarlett’s feet. She did a good impression of appearing nonchalant. If it wasn’t for the can she was guzzling I would have sworn she was waiting for a bus.

‘OK, OK. Stop laughing. We’ll see you next week. It’s a really nice room by the way. Yeah, yeah. Chance’d be a fine thing.’

I laughed as I pretended to hang up. I put the phone slowly into my bag all the time looking down at my feet. I took a deep breathe and put on a brave face.

‘I’m really, really sorry. It was my mistake after all. What must you think of us.’

There was a palpable sense of relief among the boys. I began to wonder if Matt had really told them what was going on.

‘My friends are all at a spa night on the other side of town. The hen night’s next week. I hope we haven’t spoilt your evening too much. Sorry Scarlett, you were right.’

She grinned at me and tipped a mock salute. The boys were all solicitous and sympathetic. Matt spoke again.

‘Why don’t you stay and have a drink with us. That is if you’ve nothing better to do.’

‘No. You don’t want us spoiling your fun.’

There was a general murmur of dissent. One of the others got up off a sofa and started taking charge.

‘Come on lads, let’s get this place tidied up. Someone get the ladies a drink. I’ll introduce you around.’

Black bags appeared as if from nowhere and in a couple of minutes all the cans and empty crisp packets vanished.

‘I’m Greg by the way.’

He held out a firm hand which I took. He had a firm grip and he felt comfortingly warm. I kissed him on the cheek and hooked my arm through his.

‘And who are the rest of these hunks?’

That made them all laugh. They all stopped what they were doing and stood tall waiting to be introduced. I kissed each one as I went around the room. Only about half of them blushed.

‘And finally this is the man of the moment, the Trevster. The groom-to-be – Trevor.’

He was already blushing deeply as he pushed himself out of his chair. I kissed him full on the mouth. It was like kissing a tailor’s dummy. He was completely frozen and his scarlet hue deepened to stroke territory as his mates whistled and cheered.

‘She’s a lucky girl. I’m only sorry I didn’t meet you sooner. I’d have given her a run for her money.’

I smiled at him and kissed his cheek before he collapsed into a chair. Greg handed me a beer to complete his chaperone duties.

‘I’m sorry. I only drink vodka. I brought a bottle with me. Do you mind if I have one of those?’

One of the others retrieved a glass from the small bar and brought my bottle to me. I tried to remember of he was one of the two Mikes in the room.

‘Thank you kindly sir.’

‘Strong stuff. It’s Polish isn’t it?’

It was indeed. Once upon a time. A Polish friend had brought the bottle from home. The contents had been consumed one evening at my house. An evening which had ended with my debut as a stripper and a gangbang which left me sore in all holes. I kept the bottle because I liked the exotic writing and, I suppose, as a reminder of a great night.

‘It is indeed. And you mustn’t let me drink too much of it. It tends to make me frisky.’

I downed the shot in one and grimaced. The glass was instantly refilled.

In the meantime Scarlett was being led round the room by Matt. I noticed he had his hand resting on the small of her back an inch or so above her bottom. She followed my lead and was kissing each man as they were introduced. When she got to Trevor she just stroked his cheek.

‘Don’t worry, I’m not as brazen as that hussy. I’ll just sit on the arm of your chair and you can protect me from all these lechers.’

They all liked being thought of as dangerous and there was a lot of banter of the “watch out for Pete” variety. Trevor sank back into his chair with a relieved expression and Scarlett arranged herself beside gölcük escort him draping an arm across his shoulder. The thigh-length boots she was wearing squeaked as she crossed her legs. I knew she was had on her tightest and smallest leather hot pants above them. They boys just had to fantasise as they stared at the point where her legs disappeared beneath the long raincoat she had borrowed from me.

I sat more primly on one of the sofas. The two guys next to me were perfect gentlemen and left a discrete distance between our thighs. I made a point of clutching the neck of the coat to me and arranging the hem so my knees were covered.

‘So what have you been up to? What have you got planned?’

There was a rush of explanations as they all talked over each other. They had been playing paintball all afternoon. There was much dispute about who had won and by what devious means. That had been followed by dinner at the restaurant downstairs before they had come up to the room.

‘We were going to play poker and drink more beer for the rest of the night. Would you care to join in?’

I looked around shaking my head.

‘No I couldn’t. I’m rubbish at cards. When we played strip poker. You know like you do when you’re teenagers.’

I had to pause to let them get over their cheering and pretending they had all done it in their time.

‘You are naughty boys. I don’t know what to do with you.’

I slapped the knee of the lad next to me and then rubbed the inside of his thigh as if to make up for the blow. He didn’t seem to mind. I noticed Scarlett was stroking Trevor’s hair as she leaned against him.

‘You were saying. Shut up you lot.’

‘Thank you Matt. At least there’s one gentleman here. No I couldn’t.’

‘Go on.’

All eyes were on me as they begged me to finish the story.

‘Well. I was so bad at picking hands that I was down to my knickers and bra before anyone else had taken their socks off. There I’ve said it.’

I buried my face in my hands and forced a giggle. There was general laughter and more lewd comments. I slapped the leg of the boy next to me on the other side and this time left my hand there. He seemed quite happy too.

‘You mustn’t let me drink any more.’

I tossed the water back and slapped the glass on the table.

‘I’m a little tiddly and I don’t want to do anything to embarrass you all. You’ve all been so kind after my silly performance earlier.’

My glass was filled again. I had been kissing my waiter on the cheek up to now. This time when Phillip put down the bottle I stood and kissed him on the mouth. He was a good kisser with warm, soft lips so it went on a little longer than I had intended. My ears were filled with mock cheers. There was more than a hint of jealousy. I pulled back breathing more heavily than I needed to and covered my face again.

‘Why don’t you let me take your coats? You must be boiling.’

At last Matt had remembered his line. I was sweating cobs inside the winter weight gabardine.

‘No I couldn’t. I’m not decent. I told you we were going to a hen night. Our outfits are a bit risqué.’

I pulled the coat tight and made to sit down again.

‘Oh come on. We’re all men of the world.’

There was general assent to that. I smiled inwardly.

‘You make us feel awkward all dressed up.’

Scarlett took the lead. She looked across at me and started to stand.

‘I will if you will.’

‘Well I suppose. We’re all friends her aren’t we?’

I held out a hand to Matt and reluctantly let him pull me to my feet. Scarlett and I stood in the centre of the room facing each other. All the lads, even Trevor, leaned forwards in their seats. The conversation with the fictional Helen had clearly done the trick.

‘No I couldn’t. I don’t know what you’ll think of me.’

I turned and buried my face in Matt’s shoulder. He stroked my back protectively, but let his hand run down to my bottom. A move all his friends noticed and vocally appreciated. They were all making encouraging noises which slowly gelled into an almost whispered chant of “Take them off. Take the off”. I disentangled myself from Matt and turned to Scarlett. We grinned at each other and began to undo each other’s buttons. When they were all undone and the coats hung loosely off our shoulders, she whipped her’s off and threw it into a corner. She raised her arms like a boxer who had just won a championship bout.

She looked great. The leather of her studded bikini top, hot pants and boots shone in the suite’s bright lights. The straps on her suspender belt protruded from under the shorts and held up sheer black stocking which started just above the tops of her boots. The few inches of exposed white skin glistened with sweat. Her shoulder length red hair was loose and she shook it out, curtsied to acknowledge the applause and then slowly walked back to Trevor. This time she arranged herself on his lap, kicking her legs across one arm of the chair whilst izmit sınırsız escort leaning back across the other. The points of her nipples were clearly visible against the leather. When she righted herself, she leaned down and kissed Trevor. He didn’t seem to mind at all.

I was a little more coy. I looked around as if trapped before pulling open the top of the coat on one side to reveal my bare shoulder above the peasant blouse Matt had asked me to wear. I walked around in front of the boys slowly slipping the coat off my shoulders and eventually letting it drop. I took a step away from it looked around. There were a lot of red faces, but that didn’t stop them wolf whistling, nudging each other, and in Phillip’s case, making strange growling noises.

I had chosen my outfit carefully in consultation with Matt. He had wanked over the phone as he plucked up courage to ask me to dress as a French streetwalker. And pulled himself off again when I described the outfit to him after it arrived. I was wearing a scoop-neck, off the shoulder blouse and a tight, red satin skirt. It was quite long ending just above my knee but any modesty it might have provided was negated by the long slash in the side which started about two inches below my hip. The suspenders holding up my fishnet stockings were clearly visible. I put one hand on my hip and posed with my leg slightly bent. The red satin slid slowly off my thigh leaving virtually my whole leg exposed. I bent and adjusted the garter I was also wearing as if trying to get it just right; I’d stuck a five pound note in it. No harm in letting the punters know I was cheap.

‘Like what you see boys?’

I looked around at them. Though several I recognised from The Crown, they were much better behaved than the average punter. There was a general hum of agreement and one soft whistle; I blew a kiss to the boy who did it. Most of them just stared and nodded when I looked at them. I caught Matt’s eye and did a little spin. He made a circle with his thumb and forefinger and just beamed.

I walked in a narrow circle. Most of the boys were sitting on the sofas clutching cans of beer. I smiled down at them and tousled the hair of the ones leaning forwards. That brought them all to the fronts of their seats. One of them asked if I’d like to sit down much to the annoyance of the others. I bent over and kissed his cheek which ensured that he, and the two on either side of him, got a good view of my tits as the blouse fell forwards.

‘That I you for being so nice. To be honest I felt like a bit of a slut when I got dressed to go out.’

There were lots of noes, none of them very convincing. I copied Scarlett’s curtsy in thanks and went back as if to take my seat again.

‘Do you mind if I ask you a question?’

I smoothed down the skirt and took my seat in the middle of one of the sofas, giving my neighbours a coy smile. I crossed my legs deliberately exposing my thigh again. Two of the lads on the sofa opposite slid to the floor. I noticed the two boys I was between, one of them was Greg, I think, moved closer after I settled. I could feel their legs against mine with their hands trapped in between. I smiled at them again and took a trapped hand in each of mine and folded them on my lap. Greg took the opportunity to lean closer and sneak a peak down my cleavage.

‘What did you want to ask?’

Matt as occupying the other armchair and looked a little isolated.

‘Well I know you probably can’t wait to see the back of us. You’re probably thinking we’ve outstayed our welcome already.’

Scarlett’s laugh was the loudest of the lot.

‘But do you mind if we stick around until the strippers arrive. It’s just that we’ve never seen a proper show before. We won’t get in the way will we Scarlett?’

There was a lot of coughing and looking around at each other. All eyes eventually settled on Matt. Trevor was fully occupied with Scarlett who was grinding her butt into his groin on the pretext of seeking out his ear to whisper something.

‘Ah. Well you see. It’s like this.’

‘Come on spit it out. We can go before they get her if you want a private show. I know what lads are like.’

‘No. We’d love you to stay. Wouldn’t we boys?’

The confirmation was louder than it needed to be. I released the hands I was clasping and rested mine on the inside of the two nearest thighs. I felt their owners wriggle as I slowly stroked them.

‘It’s just that Trev’s fiancée has forbidden strippers. We’re going to be here all alone for the rest of the night.’

I pretended to look shocked and stared around at the disappointed faces.

‘You mean you are just going to play cards and watch movies all night?’

They nodded.

‘That’s not very traditional, is it? Our friend Helen is training to be a vicar and she’s having strippers. I know ‘cos I booked them.’

They all laughed at this.

I noticed that Greg had moved his hand from my lap and put it around my shoulder. He was stroking it and surreptitiously easing the blouse down. It was like being sixteen again and sitting in the back row at the pictures. The guy on the other side had let his hand drop to my thigh and was running his finger inside the top of my stocking. I was moving my hands further up their thighs in encouragement. But that didn’t stop me suddenly turning to him with a frown.

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My first experience swimming naked in front of the opposite sex took place while I was a first-year college student in San Diego.

After orientation, I became part of a large group of friends that regularly met for lunch at the university center after our morning classes. During this time, I became infatuated with Jake, who was in the same English class as me. Trying not to seem too desperate, I looked for excuses for Jake and me to spend time together outside of class. Most of the guys in our group lived in the same residence hall — Kroc — an older brick building which had been around since the college was first built — and so, whenever I had some free time, I would drag a couple of my friends along to see what Jake and the other boys were up to.

We ended up coming over so often that we became just like one of the guys, and were often invited to the wild parties that had made the hall infamous. I never went to any of the parties, because drinking and throwing up repeatedly had never been something I was very fond of. But, the hall did have its own gardens, and Jake and I spent much of our free time relaxing there. Jake also showed me the large, empty indoor pool that was part of the hall. It was empty during the Fall semester, and most of the girls on campus didn’t even know that part of the hall existed. Apparently, the boys were very protective of the pool as “theirs,” so I was very excited at the beginning of the Spring semester when Jake invited me to go swimming now that the pool had water in it.

The next day, during our regular lunchtime meeting, Jake repeated his invitation to the rest of our group. The guys would all be there anyway, but as it turned out, the girls all had other things to do, so I would be the only one going. This was fine with me, since all I wanted was spend time with Jake.

I picked up my books and told Jake that I would meet him and the rest of the guys at the hall, after I stopped by my room to pick up a swimsuit. Back at my dorm, I tried to decide which of my bathing suits would make the best impression, after all, it was going to be Jake’s first time seeing me in any sort of state of undress.

A one piece would be too conservative, I thought, but, I also felt that anything with a thong was better suited to sunbathing rather than actual swimming. Eventually, I decided on a bikini which left me fairly well covered without making me seem like a prude. Normally I would have changed into my bikini and then walked over to the hall, but I knew Jake would be waiting for me, so I decided to just use one of the pool’s changing rooms.

Jake met me at the entrance to the hall and greeted me with a big kiss. He was dressed in just a pair of board shorts, and I smiled at seeing his bare chest for the first time, noticing just how muscular he was.

“That was different,” I said, commenting on the kiss.

“I’m just really glad you came,” Jake smiled at me.

As we walked over to the pool, Jake said “Oh, I forgot to mention one thing to you.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

“Well, you know the guys at the hall think of the pool as being “our” pool,” he began.

“Yes,” I laughed, “I know you’re all very proud of it. No girls allowed and all that stuff.”

“Well,” he said slyly, “it’s not izmit escort that girls aren’t allowed — but it’s our pool, so we make the rules — and girls can only swim in it on one condition.”

“And what would that be?” I asked incredulously.

“You’ll see,” Jake said mischievously as he held open the door to the pool area for me.

The pool was in a huge, high ceilinged room with large glass windows in the ceiling to allow sunlight in to heat the pool during the Spring and Summer months. There was also a collection of deck chairs and tables arranged around the pool area. As we approached I could see about 20 or 30 guys in shorts in the pool or lounging around on the chairs, as well as several others who were fully dressed and congregating around the tables or walking around the grounds. There were also 3 or 4 other girls in the water — the gender imbalance was rather obvious, but, for a residence hall that was notoriously sexist, 3 or 4 girls was probably better than average.

“So what is this condition you — ” my voice caught in my throat as one of the girls climbed out of the pool and I saw exactly what the condition was.

She was completely naked! I blushed at the sight of the girl, who was completely bare from head to foot, her naked breasts and pussy totally on display for everybody in the hall as she stepped out of the water. I was speechless as I watched the girl walk over to one of the tables near the pool and begin chatting casually with a group of fully clothed guys. She made absolutely no attempt to cover herself, even though the guys made no effort to disguise the fact that they were shamelessly checking her out.

“You won’t be needing those,” Jake said as he took my bikini and placed it on a nearby chair.

I tried to stutter out a response, but was interrupted by someone shouting “Hey Emma!”

I looked over in the direction of the voice and saw Eric, Tim, and several other guys from our group waving at me from the pool. I glanced back at Jake and saw a huge smile spreading across his face.

“Not nervous are you?” He asked, giving my hand a little squeeze.

“I — I” there wasn’t any way I could even begin to answer Jake’s question.

Of course I was nervous! I had expected to go for a swim with friends, and now I was being told that not only did I have to strip completely naked in front of a crowd of strangers, but I’d also have to be naked in front of all of the male friends that I had made over the last 6 months. Guys that I sat next to in class and that I saw on campus every day would know exactly what I looked like — front and back! No wonder Jake was so happy that I came!

“So are you coming in or what?” Eric called out. “We’re all waiting for you!”

I really can’t explain what happened next. Obviously I wasn’t going to strip naked just because of some silly, sexist rule, but when I opened my mouth, I couldn’t believe what came out.

“You bet!” I answered, shocked by the enthusiasm of my response.

I couldn’t believe I said yes. Did I want to get naked?

My heart was pounding and the adrenaline was really pumping. I could feel my head spinning and it was like I was standing outside myself and watching as I suddenly started to kocaeli ucuz escort peel off my clothes. I couldn’t believe that I was actually doing it! Girls were supposed to be modest — only strippers and sluts took off their clothes in front of a crowd of guys that they didn’t even know. And yet here I was, undressing in front of all of my male friends and handing my clothes to Jake as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

I could feel all the eyes in the room on me as I slid my panties down my legs and tossed them onto the chair with the rest of my clothes. I threw my arms up in the air and jumped slightly, my final flourish greeted with loud wolf whistles and cheers from every guy at the pool. Jake and the rest of our group were clapping for me, and I could see that the other guys sitting around the pool were clearly loving the little show that I had just put on for them. Some of the guys even reached into their pockets for cell phones and began taking pictures of me — but I didn’t even care!

Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around Jake and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then walked over to the edge of the pool so I could dive in. I could hear the cell phones clicking as some of the guys snapped pictures of me — I should have been embarrassed, but instead of covering up, I walked the entire length of the pool, prolonging my exposure even more.

The feeling of being completely naked in front of a room full of clothed men was unbelievable. As I walked around the pool I could feel the cool air from the water flowing over every inch of my body, teasing my nipples and the lips of my pussy, which were used to being covered, not thrust out on display. I looked down at my unrestrained breasts as they bounced up and down, blushing as I realized that every guy at the pool could see me bouncing too.

As I walked past one of the tables, I felt a hand playfully slap my bare butt. I turned around and saw my Math tutor Richard with a huge grin on his face, looking me up and down as I stood completely naked in front of him.

“Richard!” I should have been angry, but I couldn’t stop the smile that was slowly forming across my face. “You’re bad!”

I turned back toward the pool and playfully rubbed the spot where my butt had been slapped before diving into the pool. I was totally bare ass naked and I loved it!

I ended up staying completely naked for the next two hours, even though we only spent about half an hour actually swimming. I spent the rest of the time lounging by the pool with Jake and the guys and walking around the pool area chatting up other boys that I recognized from my classes, enjoying their reactions as they looked me up and down. It was one of the best experiences of my life — I never imagined that walking around naked could feel so good or that I would be so comfortable baring it all for guys that I saw every day.

The next day of classes was almost as fun as being naked the day before. Sitting in class with Jake, I knew that he and the other guys were probably picturing me naked, and every time I passed one of them in the hall, they would give me a knowing look, as if to remind me that they knew exactly what I had underneath my clothes.

After darıca escort that, I was over at the boys’ pool as much as possible. As I started getting bolder, I would meet Jake and undress at the entrance to the residence hall, in full view of anybody walking by, and then I would walk naked to the pool with Jake holding my clothes, waving to the other guys that we passed in the building. I even started shaving off my pubic hair so that I could literally be completely bare when I took my clothes off.

While I enjoyed showing off for Jake, the best part of coming over to swim was definitely when other guys that I knew would show up and see me naked for the first time. Some of them would just say “Hi” and continue talking with me as if everything was normal, but most would give me a thorough inspection, letting me know that they could see everything, and that they liked what they saw. I even had a few male acquaintances that had never even seen what I looked like wearing clothes!

Kroc also happened to be right next to the library, so towards the end of the semester when everybody was cramming for finals, I would tell my male study partners to meet me at the pool so we could go over to the library together. I loved seeing the looks on their faces when I would climb out of the water completely naked, and I would take my time drying off and getting dressed, making sure they got a chance to see me from every angle.

After seeing me naked on a regular basis for about two weeks, Jake and I started dating and became very serious. The night of our first date, Jake brought me back to Kroc after dinner. Out of habit, I started to undress and handed Jake my clothes before coming inside the hall, even though I knew that we would be nowhere near the pool.

“You know you could get into a lot of trouble if the campus police came by and saw you standing around naked,” Jake warned me as we walked up the stairs to his dorm.

“We’ll just tell them I’m a nudist,” I joked, “besides, I’m just following the rules. No clothes allowed, right?”

Jake gave my bare butt a playful slap.

“So, how long were you planning to invite me swimming so you could see me naked?” I asked as we reached Jake’s room.

“Honestly,” he said with a grin, “I knew that I was going to ask you to come swim the first time I saw you.”

Even though I was now used to being naked around Jake practically all the time, I could still feel myself start to blush at his comment.

“Are all the girls that get invited to the pool happy to go naked?” I asked.

I couldn’t even imagine the situation being the other way around — a guy showing up to a pool full of girls in swimsuits and being told that he’d have to swim naked.

“As far as I know, most of the girls that come along have no problem getting naked,” Jake explained, “and the hall has basically had a “naked” rule for girls since the college first became coed, so it’s basically a tradition now.”

“Oh yes, tradition,” I quipped, “very persuasive when you’re trying to get a girl out of her panties.”

“Well…” Jake laughed, “I’m going to guess that you took your clothes off because you knew that if you didn’t get naked I would think you weren’t worth bothering with.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, even as I punched Jake playfully in the arm, “That’s unbelievably sexist!”

But that was okay. I found being naked around clothed guys incredibly erotic — particularly Jake, because I loved the way he looked at my body — and there’s no rule that says everything that turns you on has to be politically correct.

– Emma

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It’s summer of COVID-19 and I just turned eighteen. My mother remarried last September and I moved out on my own. I left home just as COVID began and jobs were hard to come by. Lots of girls like me had no money to buy food or pay the rent. Things didn’t turn out all that bad for me though. I found a nice little apartment and mornings I worked at the restaurant two doors up. All we could do because of COVID was takeout so we started making up breakfast sandwiches and coffee and selling them down at the dock to fishermen heading out to fish or pull traps. I wore my thong bikini and guys bought every day and we made good money.

With so many girls broke and no immediate prospects bosses and landlords began to pressure girls to exchange sex for jobs or rooms to rent. I knew people, being local, and they would help me pretty much so I wasn’t really bothered, at least at first. One big thing I missed was going to the gym, closed by the pandemic. The gym owner was young and kind of nice looking and actually was kind of a friend of mine so I went to him rather sheepishly and offered him a blow job in exchange for a key to the closed up gym.

To my surprise, and relief, because I really did like him and didn’t want him to think I was too much of a slut, he asked not for a sex act but for me to pose for him in the nude for some bodybuilding pictures to use as come-ons for when the gym reopened. He figured if girls saw pictures of me looking good from working out they would come to work out. And guys would quickly follow. I did look decent, having lost weight from not being able to buy enough to eat. What I didn’t figure was that half the town would end up seeing my nude pictures.

This came about just about April first. Our seaside town had been closed for about two weeks and the local economy depended heavily on tourism which generally began to pick up each year at about this time. Most of the downtown businesses were restaurants, retail shops and bars. Except for a few oddball places like the food store and the bank and the drug store and the post office everything was closed. And those were short staffed and treated like Fort Knox.

I was really lucky with my breakfast job, working at the bicycle shop, making subs for take-out and a few specials for guys who saw me hawking breakfasts at the dock every morning just about naked. The specials included washing pickup trucks in my bikini and dancing topless in bars that were supposed to be closed but weren’t if you knew the secret handshake. A couple of Friday nights I danced nude on the stage of the art deco movie theater downtown but we were closed down by the police when guys started openly to queue on the sidewalk to get in.

Later dancing in the nude became quite the thing. A lot of girls came over from Ireland to work for the summer and when there were no jobs they needed some ways to make money. A lot of them were virgins and wanted to remain so, which I greatly respect. So they would dance in the nude to get money after things opened up some and more gatherings were permitted. Some of them also took it in the bum for money so they satisfied the bosses and still remained virgins. In fact I met my first roommate Ciara after she was forced to take it in the ass when she refused to do it as God intended. Later she became my first female lover and later still it was my turn to take it in the bum. But back to the bodybuilding picture story.

The best part of my day was the morning. I’d get up at five, shower and dry my hair and climb into one of my bikinis. It stays cold mornings in Maine until almost the Fourth Of July, though where we were by the ocean it was moderated a little. There wasn’t too much snow. I wore outdoor boots to keep my feet dry and an Eisenhower jacket to keep me warm above the waist. The jacket was short, like Eisenhower jackets were, so my just about bare ass showed rather fully, and if it wasn’t too windy I could leave the front open some so my just about bare boobs showed rather fully too.

At about twenty to six I’d head two doors down to the breakfast place, being careful to zip up the Eisenhower jacket so as not to appear too whoreish to the rest of the staff including the wife of the owner. She and two other girls stayed at the restaurant while the owner and I were down at the docks. They sold takeouts through a window that opened onto the front porch and made and delivered more stuff to bring to us downtown. At first the other girls considered me a slut but we split all tips, the majority of which were slipped into my bra by satisfied customers, and then the other girls liked me better. Anyway, I helped myself to a sandwich and coffee and the owner and I loaded up the truck and he drove us down to the dock.

Before I moved to town I had never been at the dock so early in the morning, preferring to go bicycling in the park and then to the beach when I was around. We would arrive at the dock at six and there would be some folks already coming in. Fishermen that is, maybe the occasional kayaker. And they were indeed almost kocaeli escort all men. Some fished and some pulled lobster traps, and those last should probably be called lobster men but it’s simpler to just call them all fishermen. I enjoyed them. They worked hard and were almost always strong and hardy types. They were polite and looked me in the eye when I dealt with them, not at my boobs or my ass. I was, after all, somebody’s daughter. I never got the idea they judged me. I was working and they were working. It was a reality of life.

There were three generations of fishermen. The sons, the fathers and the grandfathers. The boats belonged to the older men and were passed down to the younger ones, as near as I could determine. They were all decent to me but only the sons really talked to me and though they were nice few smiled. They were working, after all, and the pandemic had hurt restaurant sales and thus their sales. When they gave me a tip they put it in my tip jar, not in my bra or down the front of my bottoms. When they saw me on the street they nodded as they passed and maybe then kind of smiled. They did not try to chat me up. None of them asked me where I lived.

Come June the fishermen congratulated me when I graduated from high school, though there was no graduation ceremony due to the pandemic. There hadn’t even been any classes since March, at least at the school. We learned online. No matter the fishermen knew a high school diploma meant better jobs. No one asked me if I was going to college. That was not on their radar. But they knew even McDonald’s hamburgers wanted a high school diploma. Of course we had no McDonald’s because, COVID or no COVID, that would hurt restaurant sales. I was always surprised we had even a Subway sandwich shop.

I think I mentioned elsewhere that at some point someone filed an attractive nuisance complaint against me with the police for wearing my thong in public. Such a complaint was similar to a barking dog complaint except in this case rather than being a pain in the ass the nuisance attracted people, thus leading to traffic jams or some other inconvenience. I was never officially contacted but very soon after starting work I knew every cop in town and they told me about the complaint and that the police chief quashed it. Local merchants welcomed anything that might attract people to town even at six in the morning. In fact soon we stayed till about ten AM. I hope I helped bring people in but an army of nearly naked girls could not make up for the enormous cruise ships that no longer arrived off the coast almost daily.

Speaking of armies of naked girls, and as I previously mentioned, I was due to get naked at the local gym to have my picture taken flexing various muscles and hoisting various pieces of exercise equipment. All in the name of attracting paying customers once the gym re-opened. I met with the gym owner to discuss arrangements. He did regular photo sessions, when the gym was open, for people wanting a record of their progress. Many were girls my age who sought to firm up their behinds doing the new exercises like hip thrusts which targeted the gluteals. The gluteals being the muscles in one’s behind. Well, I had a pretty decent behind due to years of goblet squats, reverse hyper extensions, pull throughs on my knees, you get the picture. I also had a decent rack due primarily to the fact that I had inherited one from my mother.

All of which to say the gym owner had the appropriate equipment to do a photo shoot. I also had some experience with being photographed in my birthday suit and knew about stuff like not wearing tight under clothes beforehand that would leave marks on the body and not eating a big meal which would distend one’s tummy. I knew how to shave myself clean without leaving marks. Older men often preferred girls with no hair down there because in their day they never had a girl like that. I had no tattoos which, if large, can disguise one’s muscle definition. One wears no jewelry and, of course, no sanitary protection. Minimal make-up, another distraction, and no tan marks since it was not yet beach season. Squeaky clean hair which I always had. We were set, it seemed. Not a pro, he never asked me to prove I was eighteen. I suggested we wait a week until I had officially graduated from high school. It would look better. And we waited.

So ten days later on a Sunday afternoon I walked over to the gym. Crossing the park it was deserted, testimony to the economic situation. On the other side of the park, on the other side of the street from the gym, were two police cruisers side by side, thus partially blocking the street. But it hardly mattered since there was little traffic. We had agreed on having cops for witnesses. It was best for both me and the gym owner to have witnesses since I was going to be buck naked, and cops seemed a good choice.

I did not bring a companion, which they say you should as a safety feature, nor did I do that thing where you say if I don’t call Susie in one hour kocaeli rus escort and say I’m OK the cops will come. As I said earlier I liked and trusted the gym owner. I had spent a lot of time at the gym and he never rapped with me or patted my ass while I did squats or anything. And all of the cops had already seen me naked except for what little was covered by the string bikini I wore to sell them morning coffee or maybe totally naked when we were busted when I was stripping at the closed movie theater. I let myself into the gym, using my shiny new gym key, my reward for doing all this.

I had brought a couple of bikinis. He needed some clothed shots he could use in his public advertising. We would do those last so I would not have any clothing marks on me when we did the nudes. Right now I wore only a reversible under which I was naked. I reversed the reversible. I was still naked. He had a high end SLR and described to me what kind of lenses he used. He had some reflectors and some fill lighting but no light man. Some guys would have invited their buddy to hold the reflectors so said buddy could see me naked. He would upload the images he recorded and we could review them in real time to make sure we were getting what we wanted. I say what we wanted. It was, of course, his shoot but I had told him I wanted no X-rated stuff, no pussy shots, no bend over and crack a smile stuff, not that I said it that way to him.

I weighed myself on the gym scale. I was 113 pounds. I had been 124 pounds before the gym had closed in March so I had lost 11 pounds due to not having enough money to eat properly. I stood in front of a full length mirror and pulled my reversible up to my chin. As I mentioned I was naked under the reversible and was thus now naked on the scale. I looked pretty good, actually, for bodybuilding that is, since the lost weight showed more muscle detail. I had been trying to get protein all the while so as not to lose what muscle I had. My boobs looked OK except they are largely fat and I had lost some of the that. My bare ass looked good because I was still doing my goblet squats and pelvic tilts. Three cops came in the door so I lowered my reversible to where it belonged.

I knew all three of the cops. One was a female who had been present when they busted the theater where I was dancing in the nude. They always brought a girl cop when they knew a female was the person of interest in whatever incident they were investigating. Since the theater thing was a bunch of people violating COVID which was civil, not criminal, and the nude dancer was eighteen no one was arrested. I was glad the cops were there. Being nude with just the one guy would have made me feel a bit strange even though he was a good guy but it introduced a level of intimacy that wasn’t warranted with someone who was not my acknowledged lover. Having the cops there made it a performance and I could perform comfortably in the nude in front of several people and there was no intimacy, in fact the opposite. I was just a naked girl offered up as a private fantasy.

Everything was ready so we started. I pulled my reversible over my head, took off my sandals and voilà, I was naked. I was also horny and my nipples hardened like the proverbial pencil erasers. We started with just some basic bodybuilding poses. And I mean bodybuilding, not the fitness or figure type of poses girls do in contests which include turning around and sticking your ass out. He took a few test shots and then tweaked the lighting and tried again and things looked good. And all the while I got hornier. We started with upper body stuff from the front like front double bicep and hands on hips. My arms and shoulders looked good for a girl and the lost weight gave me at least the shadow of a six pack down my tummy.

Regardless the name of the front upper body poses, if the model was a girl they featured her tits. And mine, of course, were bare. And decent size, a big B or small C, if you know bra sizes. The cops said and did nothing but the two guy cops appreciated finally getting to see them unobstructed by my bikini top. And so, I think, did the gym owner. And thinking about them thinking about me made me hornier. I hadn’t been laid in weeks since my friend and I at the bicycle shop stopped hanging out. Of course when I had no boyfriend I often went months without getting laid but knowing that didn’t make me feel less randy right now.

Next came some ab shots. Or what were supposed to be ab shots but which also featured an excellent view of my bunny hole. None of them had seen that before. Even at the theater as soon as the cops came in I covered my snatch with both hands. By the time we got to putting my hands behind my head and flexing my abs and my thighs I was glistening wet down there with no hair and no hands to hide it. We did some leg stuff from the front, thigh shots, and there were more bunny hole shots. I would have killed to be able to touch myself down there.

We were through with the frontals izmit ucuz escort but I made no move to cover myself. I just stood there and let them look, naked as the day I was born, radiant, shameless, the hot hole between my legs wanting the ultimate fulfillment. People who had photographed me said I had a good body for nude pictures. My gym trained ass did not spread and I didn’t show a belly because I didn’t have one. My tits were good size but real. I was comfortable being nude and it showed. Being comfortable being naked improves your sex life and being photographed nude makes you more comfortable that way. Getting laid was a lot more fun after I started getting photographed.

The front of me finished we looked at the result on the screen so I ambled over next to the gym owner and the screen. Whenever you read about how to model they always mention having a separate area for changing and wearing a robe in between actual photo taking sessions. We didn’t do that. I’m not very modest, as you may have figured out, and I didn’t care what these people thought about my body. I stripped naked at the beginning and stayed that way. I was naked so the gym owner could photograph me that way and knew the cops could see me that way. After we finished a set and we looked at it I stood happily next to him with my bare ass in the wind even though books say I should cover up. As long as the shoot continued I was comfortable with nothing on.

Meanwhile we had to redo some of the boob shots because my bare breasts were big enough to cast a shadow the way the reflectors were set. Maybe we did need a light person. Anyway, I turned around and we did the back stuff. Mostly rear double bicep shots and hands behind the head, then hands on hips. Real bodybuilding stuff instead of fitness. He took a lot of ass shots, straight on and at various angles. My glutes looked pretty good because I was able to do a lot of body weight stuff at home and posterior pelvic tilt practice. I was very sensitive about my asshole showing in shots but clenching my glutes it never did. I declined to do a straight on most muscular from the front because there was no hiding my by now glistening genitals.

It might sound weird to agree to pose naked and then worry about what showed but all nude photography is not created equal. When I first did it we had pasties for my nipples and tape for my pussy if I wanted them and the pose allowed it but I decided against them. The idea was to pose in the nude, to show my body as God made it and so I did, with nipples and a pussy. But it wasn’t supposed to be porn. Nothing I ever did was in any way near explicit. Showing off my mountain flower too flagrantly was not on the agenda. It wasn’t really necessary anyway. I don’t have really big tits but you can bounce a quarter off my tummy and my ass and that’s what I wanted to display. A girl who took good care of her body.

I did have a pussy, though, which is what made me a girl and I was proud of it but careful how I used it. I had to answer for myself how much, if any, pussy to show. Good photographers, and that did not include the gym owner, have the skills to make you look naked as a jaybird without showing your bunny hole head on or, for that matter, in focus. I did want in my first few shoots to preserve for posterity exactly what I looked like straight out naked so a few snatch shots were called for. Some photographers will tell you that in order to really say you’ll pose nude you have to show pussy but it’s bullshit. It’s like actresses in movies, you sign up for what you want to show and that’s what you show or they get someone else. And sometimes they do but it’s not like I’m going to miss out on Vogue by not doing real cunt shots.

Next we started some exercise stuff, much of which meant moving the lights. While we were doing that the police lieutenant came in. I don’t know how many cops our small town has on duty on a Sunday afternoon with no tourists about but we now had four of them in one place where the chances of a crime being committed were minimal. Anyway, the gym owner got a standard gym bench and staying where we were I sat side to and did some curls and some hip thrusts and some ab stuff lying down. Then we went lights and all to a bar where I could do some pull ups which not a lot of girls can do. They turned out to be some of our best shots. I cross my ankles when doing pull ups which spreads your knees so in some shots everybody gets a good look at what I just said really makes me a girl. From the back my ass looked tremendous and I was happy with some of the detail in my back itself and there was no real hint of my asshole.

Finally we were done with the inside stuff. The gym owner wanted some shots outside on the street showing me naked in front of the shop with a clear view of the name of the place. After the nudes we would do the bikini shots I mentioned earlier for legitimate ads. So we emerged on the street, four cops, the gym owner with two cameras and me. Me still being naked. I carried my reversible and my bikinis and laid then on the hood of one of the cruisers. As before the park was deserted and there was no traffic but there were indeed some people watching trying to figure out what three cruisers were doing there. We proceeded with the nudes and I feigned indifference to the few spectators. I donned a bikini and we did those shots and we were done.

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Introduction: All characters are over 18 years old.

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My name is Madeline, but everyone just calls me Maddie. Ever since I can remember I’ve always needed to be the center of attention. My earliest memories were of wanting to be watched or noticed. Growing up I was an only child. It was just Mom and me, but there was always some guy around. My real father, if you could call him that was never there. I’m pretty sure Mom might not even know exactly who he was. My mom had always worked in bars and restaurants as a barmaid or waitress. She always had to have a man around even though they never stayed long.

Mom had an attractive body. She was a MILF before the term was even used. She had a slim figure and large breasts. She was always a stickler for having her hair done regularly. It didn’t matter if we had the money or not, her hair was a first priority. She always wore low cut tops on the job. She knew her tips would be better if men got a good look at her. This is probably how she got to bring so many of these men home.

For as far back as I can remember men were always there. I knew she would be happier when there was a guy around, but it always ended in a big fight.

My mom’s looks would always attract men, but her domineering personality would always chase them away. I’m sure if I talked to a shrink, he would tell me my need for attention had something to do with not having a stable father figure around. I never knew any different and just got used to having someone new around every couple months.

I was around nineteen when I became sexually active.

I was working daytime at a fast-food restaurant. I hated the manager, but loved having some spending money of my own.

Mom had evening work hours, which left me at home with some of her men friends. I was always real friendly and got along really well with most. Mom was probably too trusting with a few of them. Several of these guys had been outright hitting on me while Mom wasn’t there.

I always seemed to have a desire to please them. I guess I thought if they liked me and Mom, then they would stick around longer. Once Mom had left for work, I spend the rest of the evening cuddled up next to one of them on the couch watching TV.

There was one particular guy I really got attached to. His name was Derrick. Mom had met him at work as usual, and started bringing him home. He was good at fixing things, and since we were always in low rent apartments, there was always something that needed repairing.

If I got bored with watching TV, I’d tease him about something. I’d pick a pretend fight with him, and then he and I would play wrestle on the floor of the living room. I was too old for this I know, but at the time it just seemed to be a way to blow off steam. I really wasn’t into sports or anything physical. So this was my outlet for excess energy.

One night very late I woke to the sounds of some of their lovemaking. Our apartment was small and my room was right along-side. I crept out in the hall and realized their door was open. I stood watching for a while and of course I could see everything they were doing.

At one point Derrick sat up and knelt on the bed. Mom started sucking on his cock. While she was doing this, Derrick happened to look over towards the door and saw me standing there. He made no effort to cover-up anything, and continued thrusting at my mom’s face. He sort of held her head still, and then sped up what he was doing. Mom couldn’t turn or move her face and she just let him continue. Soon, Derrick went even faster. He looked right at me and let out a loud groan.

The next day I said nothing about what I had seen. Then that evening after Mom left for work, Derrick and I were alone again.

It was very uncomfortable being in the same room with Derrick. As it turned out it didn’t matter anyway.

Later that same night something happened. I was asleep when the shouting woke me up. It was very late, but Mom and Derrick were both in my room. I had never heard Mom so mad. I was lying on my side facing away from them, and I was scared to even open my eyes. I pretended to still be asleep. I didn’t know exactly what had just happened, but Mom was screaming for Derrick to get out. I thought she meant just my room, but it was worse. In the morning when I woke up, Derrick was gone. I never saw him again. Mom refused to even talk about him ever again.

There were other friends of my mom who came and stayed, but Mom now watched them like a hawk. If they ever started showing me any attention she’d find a reason to get rid of them. I thought she was just jealous of me.

Later we moved to a nicer apartment complex. The apartment was much better too. It was an easy walk for Mom to work. The apartment was on the third floor. The stairs were really a pain after a while though. Mom made fast friends with the complex manager.

His name was Mr. McMillon. He was probably in his fifties. He lived escort izmit alone in one of the apartments. I don’t think he owned the place. I think he just collected the rents, did minor repairs, and kept the place clean. Mom certainly knew how to catch his roving eye. Anytime he had to come to our apartment for a leaky faucet or problem with the drains, she made sure to have on a low cut top and tight jeans. I thought it was funny watching him try to concentrate on the repair job, and not trip over himself while keeping one eye on Mom’s jiggling boobs.

It was not long before a second floor apartment became available. Normally they went for more money, but somehow Mom was offered the place for exactly what we were paying for the third floor unit.

A couple days after moving in I realized that Mr. McMillon’s third floor unit was directly across the small courtyard from our place. Our windows all faced the courtyard. One night after taking a shower, I walked into my room. I was at my dresser getting ready for bed. In the reflection of the mirror I could see Mr. McMillon standing in the middle of his living room window. Suddenly he stepped to the side behind the curtains. I kind of chuckled because with the light on in the room behind him, his outline was still clearly visible.

I had a bath towel wrapped around me. I had not seen the need to close my curtains as of yet. Being on the second floor, I had not figured anyone could see in, besides the curtains were very thin anyway. I never thought about it till later on, but Mr. McMillon had probably just installed them prior to us moving in. They seemed like brand new. Anyway, my wicked little mind quickly devised a plan.

Leaving the light on, I casually walked over and locked the door to my room, then went back and stood in front of the mirror again. I rewrapped the towel again, now just around my waist. I stayed facing the mirror and pretended to be fiddling with my hair. I knew Mr. McMillon would not be able to see my boobs unless I turned around. I figured to tease him as much as I could.

I stayed facing the mirror with my arms up slowly brushing my hair. I made several moves as if to turn around then stopped. Bending over, I reached into a lower drawer to get a pair of panties. I held them up to inspect them. Actually, I just wanted my watcher to think I was getting ready to put them on, and would soon drop my towel. I stayed close to the mirror and pretended to be checking my eyes. Mr. McMillon was still standing behind the curtains. His outline showed a constant movement near his waist. I knew he was jerking-off. It was thrilling to know that I was turning him on sexually.

It was finally time to give him a show so I turned around putting my bare breasts in plain view. I sat down on my bed and pretended to be checking my toenails. I let the towel around my waist ride up my thighs.

I was not ready to show my bush just yet. Besides, I think by this point he had already climaxed. Casually glancing at the mirror I could make out teetering silhouette of a man wobbling around. I thought to myself this might turn out to be great fun.

Sometime after moving in to the new place, I met Nick. I saw Nick at a local park on the way home from school. He was a lot older than I, probably mid- twenties. He and some other guys were playing basketball, and I made it a point to walk by and be noticed. It wasn’t long before I had them aware of me. I made sure to smile and flirt as Nick returned my interest.

Finally we introduced ourselves. Nick offered to take me to his home to play video games. He bragged on his vast collection, and of the levels he had reached. I could really care less about the games.

Nick lived with his mom and stepdad. He had a real cool set-up in the basement. His room was basically the entire basement. It was one wide open area. There was a mattress top just lying on the floor by the one wall. He had a large screen TV with an X-Box and other stuff hooked up to it. The greatest thing was the outside door. He could come and go as he pleased without going upstairs.

I think it was the second or third time I had gone there, and I was bored with the video games. He was just too good at them, and I offered no competition for him. I had gotten up, and somehow ended up sitting on the mattress. He came over and started gently caressing my arm. He kissed me, and my body went electric. His touch sent shivers through me. I hadn’t planned on fucking him, but it was out of my control. His moves and touch had me longing for his body. I don’t think I even got completely undressed. Nick was in such a hurry to get inside me that I just stripped off my leggings and pulled my top up to my neck. When he penetrated me, he just slid right in.

Nick had entered me and was steadily pumping at me. I was on my back with my legs in the air. This was truly the first time I remembered someone was fucking on me. Somewhere during this I happened to glance over to the steps upstairs. Nick’s stepfather kocaeli evi olan escort had come home and had quietly come down the stairs. He was standing there just watching us. Nick had his back to him and was rocking me with strong thrusts. I wasn’t sure what his stepdad was going to do. I looked up at Nick. His face was flushed red. I knew he would cum soon. Looking back to the steps, I could see that the stepdad had moved back a little. He was now peering around the corner of the wall.

I figured what the hell! If Dad likes watching I’d give him something to watch. I raised my legs and spread them even wider. I grabbed Nick by the sides of his face and pulled him down to my lips. My mouth opened and my tongue searched for his. Nick started to moan and suddenly our kiss broke. His neck stiffened and his head shot upwards. I grabbed a hold of his butt cheeks held him against me. I was sort of surprised that I could feel the cum spurting inside of me. I glanced over to the steps and his stepdad was still there. From that noticeable bulge in his crotch, I could tell he had enjoyed watching the show.

The fact that I had turned on his stepdad too, sent a tingle of satisfaction down my spine. Suddenly my own body exploded in the most incredible orgasm I had ever had up until then. I moaned and jerked about like a wild person. My head seemed to explode as sparks of light seemed to flash around me. I can vaguely recall being pretty vocal as I flailed about in pure ecstasy.

Nick had collapsed on top of me. He only started moving after I nudged him. Looking over to the steps, his stepdad was gone. Before I left, I asked to use the bathroom to clean up.

I went upstairs, and was going down the hall when the stepdad practically jumped out in front of me. He had been standing just inside a bedroom door. I wasn’t sure what to say. He sort of cornered me right there in the hall. He was a big man. I didn’t even reach his chin in height. He got right in front of me and sort of backed me up against the wall. In a deep husky voice he asked if I would be willing to try on a “real man?”

I say the most stupid things when I’m nervous.

“I’m kinda full right now,” I said, “But I’m glad you enjoyed the show.”

Finally, I looked him right in the eye and said, “I would think about it.”

I felt so dumb standing there with cum oozing out of my pussy.

Back at our apartment I had the most fun teasing Mr. McMillon. I tried to stay on the same time schedule because I knew he would be watching for me then. One night after my shower I was feeling particularly randy and I figured to blow his mind completely.

I had walked into my room wearing only a bath towel wrapped around me. I had by then discovered how to give myself an orgasm. I had a blue hair brush that had a thick round handle. It was probably about the size of a regular guy’s penis. After coating it with lotion, I had discovered it fit perfectly into my cunt.

I had brought the brush from the bathroom, and was stoking my hair trying to be ever so sexy. I knew Mr. McMillon was at the curtain again. I figured this would be the night to let him see it all. After making sure the door was locked, I carried the brush and lotion to my bed. My bed faced the window. I figured to frigg myself to a climax, and give Mr. McMillon a heart attack.

Lying down on the bed, I shed my towel. I aimed myself right in the direction of Mr. McMillon’s window and slowly started by rubbing my clit and boobs. The thrill of having a dirty old man wanking-off watching me was intense. I wet the brush handle by sliding it in and out of my mouth a few times. Still holding the brush in my mouth, I dribbled some lotion on my lower belly. Gently I drew my fingers through the puddle of lotion and began painting the lips of my pussy with it.

When I felt coated enough, I took the brush from my mouth and began twisting it in the lotion left on my belly. I figured Mr. McMillon would be beside himself by now knowing what I was about to do. Slowly I pushed the rounded handle into my slit. The sensation of being filled was awesome. I brought my knees up and bottomed out the brush in my cunt. After a couple short strokes I laid out flat on my back and continued with a slow stroking rhythm.

I always imagine all sorts of depravity as I bring myself off. Most times I pretended to be a slut servicing all sorts of men. Before long I had a rapid motion going. This time it took only a few minutes before I was on the edge of a great cum. I raised my head up one last time to make sure Mr. McMillon was still there. The shadow against the curtain was unmistakable. I laid my head back down into my pillow and soon my body exploded in a thrilling orgasm.

I think it was sometime within a year of moving to our new place, that Mom brought home Glen. Mom had hit a home run when she latched on to him. He was the first guy that even I thought was nice looking. Glen didn’t move in like the others. izmit rus escort He had his own place and a job. Glen never really slept over either. He just hung around. He was the only one who really took Mom on dates out. I’m sure that they did any fucking at his place.

I knew how to tease a guy with glimpses of my body. I would find any excuse to take another shower when Glen was around. I could time my exit from the bathroom where Glen would get an innocent eye-full of me wearing just a towel. I had to be real careful though so as not to raise any suspicion with Mom.

As it turned out, Glen was a photographer. He ran a little studio downtown. He did weddings, graduations and stuff. Not long after he and Mom started dating, Mom came home with a glamour-shot type photo. It was a really professionally taken photo. Her face had been made-up by someone who really knew how to do it right. Her hair of course was flawless. You didn’t have to guess, but her biggest attributes were on display also. It was actually done very well. It practically made her look at least ten years younger.

I took several opportunities to complement Glen on his work. I was trying to be as subtle as possible, hoping he would do me too. I mean photo shoot, of course.

Finally, one evening while Mom was preparing something in the kitchen, I sat on the couch next to Glen. I had been doing some pretty obvious things trying to catch his eye. I really was trying to get his attention, but Mom was especially possessive of him. In a quiet voice he asked me if I had ever considered modeling. I was flattered of course. I leaned close and whispered that Mom would never allow that.

“Oh,” he said.

“I meant strictly legit stuff,” he continued.

“Sometimes I get local stores shopping ads to do,” he offered,” And I’m always in need of a model to display clothing or jewelry or such.”

I was so totally into this, and told him so.

“But, again Mom won’t be having any of that,” I whispered.

He sort of smiled quickly and then said, “Well then we just won’t tell her right away ok.”

Just then Mom came in, and of course had to know what we were discussing.

“Stuff,” I said off-handedly.

We had a nice dinner and Glen left with Mom for a late movie.

Wow, me a model. Just the thought played right into my greatest fantasies. I could just imagine all the girls in school sneering in jealous envy at my career as a big time celebrity. Standing in front of the full length mirror in Mom’s room, I tried to picture myself as a real model. I thought my legs were my best looking feature. I was still skinny by most standards but, I thought I could catch a second glance from most guys if I had on the right clothes.

Glen didn’t bring the subject up again for several weeks. I was starting to believe he might have just been leading me on. I took it upon myself to inquire on several occasions

“How’s business?” I would ask. Hoping he would take the hint.

Something happened one day that really pushed me to make a move. There was this real cute guy I was interested in, and another girl hooked up with him. I was furious because I had been making all sorts of subtle moves trying to gain his attention. I figured I needed to get this modeling thing going. I knew the other girls would be jealous, and it would give me an edge with the better looking guys.

Finally, I had to almost invite myself to stop by to see Glen’s studio. One evening when Mom was in the other room I told Glen I wanted to see his studio. I planned to come by to see his shop.

I knew this was kind of forward, but I wanted it real bad. He seemed ok with it, so I told him I’d be by sometime around one o’clock. The next day I walked a couple blocks to a bus stop and caught the downtown route.

I knew about where the shop was, but the neighborhood was pretty rough. As I stood to get off the bus, the bus driver didn’t open the door at first.

“Honey, are you sure you know where you are going?” he asked.

I kind of looked puzzled for a second and tried to be cool.

“Yes, of course. We just moved here recently,” I said.

“Ok,” he said, “Just be careful around here.”

I hopped down the steps and turned and walked as confidently as I could. Of course I was lost immediately and had to ask for directions from some creepy looking guy. Finally I got to Glen’s shop.

It wasn’t exactly what I had imagined. Yeah, it was a photography shop, but it was not exactly the type of place a young couple might come to for wedding photos. It looked more like a place to get ID’s and passport photos and such. Anyway, I walked in. Glen was alone.

The inside was a lot nicer than the outside. The front was kind of a waiting room and the walls covered with nicely framed portraits of people and couples. Glen seemed happy to see me. He said business had been slow today. He asked if I wanted the tour of the place.

“Sure,” I responded, “I came all this way.”

The rear part of the shop was through a door and hallway. There were two “Studio rooms.” Each had a full lighting set for portraits. There were props all over the walls on two sides. Stacked along the walls were various chairs, stands and even a small dark loveseat. The racks contained all sorts of shawls, hats, scarves and such. It was a little like some high school theater room.

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Welcome to the fourth part of Dave adventures, it’s a long one at 12,000 words but I hope I can keep you entertained until the end.

Votes are nice but comments and critiques on how much you liked it or what I can improve are always welcome x

“So how did you find the holiday camp?”

“Great, really interesting. We’re both starting the Monday after next, moving in over the weekend.”

“Wow that’s great.”

We were sat outside a pub that specialized in cheap food and even cheaper, watered down beer. Very popular with students. It was a warm Saturday afternoon and me, Suzi, Mary and Geri were all nursing our pints, making them last as long as possible as we watched the world pass bye.

“This is wonderful, I’m gonna miss this watered down piss when we have to start working.”

We all laughed at Suzi’s quip and then Mary started firing more questions at us.

“So what was it like, was it full of naked old ones?”

“Not yet, I think that’s next week.” We all laughed some more.

“No seriously.” I continued “it’s a lovely place run by Muriel and Jim. Jim’s been sick and they’ve let the place go a bit, Muriel’s not able to do it all on her own which is why she wants us to help out.”

“I remember Muriel and Jim from when I use to go there with Mum and Dad, she was always nice but I thought he was a bit letchy. Always eyeing up the women, even the young ones.”

“I think he still is a letch, he virtually undressed Suzi with his eyes.”

“Dave that’s not fair, the poor man had a stroke at Christmas time and now needs a lot of care, Muriel said he’d changed since the stroke.”

“She said he’d lost whatever social filters he may have had, he was probably always a letch, now he just can’t hide it.”

“Maybe.” “Anyway you and Muriel didn’t have many filters.”

“Nor you.” I shot back, both of us smiling like the cat that got the cream, enjoying our shared memories and secrets.

Mary and Geri were definitely paying attention, “Come on, spill the beans, you can’t stop the story there.”

We both looked at each other sheepishly and then I told them about the tour, and about doing a bit of gardening in the nude, Muriel being lovely and totally happy and comfortable naked and how we ended up in the hot tub together.

“Wow, that sounds amazing and she sounds great.” Mary said.

I was looking at Suzi and wondering if she was going to add anymore, I knew she couldn’t help herself.

“Are you not gonna tell them about Muriel giving you a blow job?”

Mary and Geri’s eyes nearly popped out of their heads, but not to be outdone I said.

“I wasn’t sure whether to tell them it happened because you snogged Muriel and then snogged her again when she had a mouth full of my jizz.”

I wondered if I’d gone to far, whether Suzi would be annoyed that I told the girls that she’d kissed Muriel, but she wasn’t. In fact you seemed very proud.

“She’s a great kisser and your spunk tasted nice, a bit salty, but nice.”

More to break the ice rather than anything funny we all started laughing,

“I’ll buy another round of drinks and then I want all, and I mean all, the details.” Geri said, heading to the bar.

When she returned I let Suzi tell the story, me chipping in the odd time. When she’d finished Mary sat open mouthed but Geri just said, “that’s so frigging hot, if we weren’t in public I’d have my pants down and be playing with myself.”

“Don’t let us stop you.” Suzi said and we laughed again. Poor Mary was even more in shock now, our story and now Geri, her girlfriend, talking about masturbating. Eventually she managed to say to Suzi, “I knew Dave was a tart and I have my moments but you take the biscuit. I thought you were so prim and proper.”

Smiling Suzi replied in the poshest voice she could manage, “I am prim and proper, I’m just enjoying expressing my sexuality and behaving like a right slapper.” I gave her a kiss and got another round in.

The night before we moved down we all met up again and I asked Geri about her memories of the camp and whether she had any ideas for livening the place up and getting some more bookings.

“Not off the top of my head, other than tidying it up. There are a lot of young naturists around, but young people have more money these days and prefer going abroad, guaranteed sun and lots of fun to be had.”

“You’re right, I think we’ve got our work cut out helping Muriel keep the place going. All we can do is try.”

“I’m still in touch with some of the other children of naturists, as it were. Those of us who used to go there as children with our parents. If you want I could ask some of them if they have any ideas.”

“That would be great.”

Muriel met us off the train on the Saturday and we could immediately tell something was wrong.

“Jim’s back in hospital, he had another stroke on Thursday. This one’s even worse than the last, he’s completely debilitated.”

“Oh no, we’re so sorry, you shouldn’t have met us, we could have got a taxi.”

“Not at all, I’ve been at the hospital izmit escort bayan since Thursday, good to get away.”

She explained that the doctors didn’t expect him to make any improvement and that basically it was just a matter of time. She seemed very matter of fact and I commented on how well she was coping.

“I think it will be a release for him, he wouldn’t want to live the way he’s been left.”

I’d never had anyone close to me die and I suppose she was right, it just seemed a bit harsh.

“My biggest problem at the moment is dealing with Jim’s family, had nothing to do with him for twenty years and now they’re all over him.” We just nodded.

“Anyway enough of my problems, how have you two been?”

“We’re great, looking forward to the summer and to getting stuck in.”

“Jolly good, I did so enjoy your last visit.”

We all smiled “And so did we.” Suzi said.

“I know we all got a bit naughty,” A sheepish grin creeping across her face “but it was a wonderful release for me, please don’t think fucking me is part of your duties because it isn’t.”

I’d already found that even though I was the more avid naturist, when it came to sex, Suzi was much better at dealing with it.

“It really was wonderful and unexpected and I was amazed at how much I enjoyed kissing you and I even enjoyed watching you give Dave a blow job, I don’t know if anything else will happen, but I for one hope it does.”

We had talked about that night since, but I was taken aback at Suzi, particularly her hopes for more sex with Muriel.

“You’re such a darling.” And with saying that Muriel kissed Suzi full on the lips, a passionate, toe curling kiss. We were still in the middle of the train station. It was going to be some summer.

We got to the camp and it looked more unkempt and overgrown than before, it’s amazing what two weeks off heat and some rain can do to grass. I was a bit nervous, not knowing what would happen with Muriel. I needn’t have worried, she showed us our cabin, left us to settle in and said she’d see us tomorrow.

“I know we don’t start till Monday, but I think I’ll get cracking tomorrow.”

“Good idea.”

“Do we need to talk about Muriel, or about you and Muriel?.”

“No.”

“Oh, ok then.” I said with a confused smile on my face.

Suzi started laughing and said, “you’re so funny Dave and so sweet, just relax and enjoy ourselves and what will be will be.”

She kissed me and let her hand slide down to my hardening dick, “I’m not giving up on this.”

“Thank god for that.”

I was up at seven the next day and it was already sunny, promising a barmy, warm day ahead. I slipped on a t-shirt and some shorts, deciding to go commando and headed out. I found the barn where all the tools and machinery were kept and was standing there bemused, looking at an ancient tractor with no idea of how to operate it.

“Hello David, you’re up early.”

I turned to see a naked Muriel coming towards me. Obviously sensing my surprise she said. “I often go out for a naked walk in the morning, even in the winter, invigorates me for the day.”

“That’s great, and I see you shaved your bush like you said you might.”

Having been enamored of Suzi’s shaven muff when we were here last, Muriel had said she might shave hers, but I was shocked at my own boldness, not believing what I had just said.

Muriel took it all in her stride, ‘thank you for noticing, do you like it?, I think it’s wonderful, look you can see the lips peeping out, just like Suzi’s.” As she said this she lifted her left leg a little, to give me a better view.

I somehow managed, “looks great and I’m sure it’s cooler and fresher in the warm weather.”

“Yes it is, although it’s a bit more obvious when I’m aroused.”

“I know the problem, I seemed to spend half my life with an erection.”

“So I can see.”

We both giggled, I could get used to this flirting, but I turned to the problem of the tractor instead.

“Does it actually work?”

“I should think so, these old things never break down. We might need to charge the battery though.”

I’m not mechanical and was very pleased with myself when I managed to get the battery out and put it on charge.

“An hour or so should do it. Are you planning on doing some work today?”

“I thought I would as it’s so nice,”

“Oh goody, let me show you where I think you should start.”

As we walked through the site Muriel was the first to notice Suzi sitting out on the deck having a coffee

“Morning Suzi, looks like it’s going to be a lovely day.”

Suzi was wide eyed at the sight of me walking next to the naked Muriel.

“Morning you two, what have you been up to so early.”

“Oh this clever man has just been getting the tractor up and running.”

“Well done Dave.” I nodded and smiled, not mentioning that I’d only taken the battery out.

“Do you two want a cup of coffee.”

“Yes please.”

As Suzi went inside we sat chatting, kocaeli abal yapan escort Muriel pointing things out to me. Muriel was sat facing me but it’s amazing how quickly you forget that someone’s naked, particularly when you’re concentrating on what they’re saying. Suzi returned and sat next to me and I kept looking down at Muriel’s muff hoping Suzi would follow my gaze, she did, but must of thought I was being rude as she gave me a dirty look.

During a lull in the conversation I took my chance.

“I was complementing Muriel on her shaven fanny.”

By the look on Suzi’s face she was just about to tear my head off but Muriel spoke first, “I think David’s a bit of a connoisseur, we discussed the pro and cons in great detail.”

Suzi for once, was speechless.

“It’s a lovely feeling when the breeze gets to it.” And with that Muriel lifted her leg, nearly putting it over the arm of the chair, giving me and Suzi a right eyeful.

“Muriel you’re such a tart.” Suzi said, a big grin on her face.

“I know, it’s wonderful, I feel young and sexy again and it’s all down to you two.”

Miraculously we did get the tractor working and then Muriel showed me how to connect the grass cutters and trailers. Around eleven she headed off the hospital, saying she would see us later and sit down and have a chat.

It was lovely and warm now and I asked Suzi if she fancied stripping off, we could work in the nude. She said yes but we had better make sure to put sun lotion in all the right places.

“I’ll do yours if you’ll do mine.”

“Perv!”

It took me a while but I eventually got the hang of the tractor, making short work of cutting the overgrown grass. Suzi was walking around getting a feel for the place and generally tidying up. It felt wonderful, the sun beating down, the two of us naked, working to a shared purpose, each time I passed Suzi our smiles would get bigger.

There was a clearing at the far end of the camp where I could dump all the cuttings and as I was returning from my umpteenth trip I saw Suzi talking to what from a distance looked like a very large man. She was still naked and didn’t seem at all perturbed to be talking to this fully clothed gentleman. As I got closer the man looked up at me and waved an acknowledgement, Suzi turning to look my way and the mans eyes immediately dropping to look at her ass. If there was only me and him there I might have felt strange being naked, but emboldened by Suzi I climbed off the tractor and walked over to them as confidently as I could, my dick swinging between my legs.

“Dave this is Mike Squires, one of Jim and Muriel’s neighbors. Mike just came over to see how Jim was and whether Muriel needed any help.”

I put out my hand and we shook, “hi Mike, nice to meet you.”

I’m a big guy, well over six foot and broad but my hand was swamped by Mikes. He was three inches taller and at least forty pounds heavier than me.

“Suzi was just telling me that things look bad, that Jim might not make it.” Mike said in a surprisingly soft voice.

I nodded and said, “all we can do is keep our fingers crossed and support Muriel.” We all just nodded, not knowing what to say.

“Have you known Jim and Muriel long?”

“Jim all his life, Muriel these past twenty years. I own the farm next door.”

“Well I’m sure Suzi’s told you, but we’re here for the summer, see if we can help them spruce the place up a bit.”

“Aye, Suzi said. It’s good to see some new faces around the place.” As he said this I was very aware of his gaze travelling the whole way down Suzi’s body and back up again.

“Would you like a tea or a coffee Mike?” Suzi said, sounding completely calm.

“No thanks, I’d better be getting back. Tell Muriel I called and if there’s anything I can help you with please come and ask.”

“Thanks Mike I will,” I said as I walked him back to his jeep.

When I got back to Suzi I couldn’t wait to question her, “how long was he here before I came along?”

“Not sure, maybe five minutes max.”

“Well he certainly seemed to be enjoying the view.”

“Poor man, I think the first time he raised his head was when you came along in that jalopy of a tractor, I think he might have been salivating.” Suzi had a nonchalant smirk on her face as she said this.

“Poor man my ass, more like dirty old man.”

Suzi’s expression changed “Listen mister, this is your nudist dream we’re living, not mine. You can’t go getting angry and jealous at every man that likes looking at me.”

“I know, I’m sorry, I just wasn’t expecting to see you standing there, happily naked, with that big lump ogling you.”

“Stop being such a fucking insecure idiot. I’ve actually found that I like being naked, that I like having men stare at my little boobs and my bald pussy and I wish I could see their faces when they look at my ass, if you hadn’t been there I might have bent over when I turned my back to him.”

Suzi’s voice had risen throughout her lecture, izmit evi olan escort almost shouting as she finished. I was suitably chastised and knew that Suzi was right but as she finished I found myself smirking, “Fucking tart.” Thankfully Suzi saw the funny side also. When we stopped smiling Suzi got serious again.

“Honestly Dave you have to chill a bit, I’m loving being naked. When I heard that jeep coming up the drive I thought about getting dressed then I thought, fuck it! When Mike got out he didn’t know where to look, I acted like it was the most natural thing in the world. The poor man spent most of the time looking at my feet. He got a bit bolder towards the end but I’m finding that as long as I feel safe, I enjoy people looking at me, it turns me on and makes me feel sexy. I know you love it when people admire your big dick and that’s meant to be ok and sexy and funny, why should I be any different.”

“So you’re a feminist, naked tart?”

“You’re such a fucking wanker.”

“I know.”

Feeling a bit sheepish I put my arms out to Suzi and thankfully she came to me. Lots of things were in my head that I could say, mostly different ways of saying sorry for being such an ass. As it was I said nothing as we made out.

We were getting hot and heavy and Suzi suggested going to the chalet but I had other ideas.

“So let me get this straight, if I gawk at your ass you’ll bend over in front of me?”

Suzi looked confused and then remembering what she shouted at me earlier, she punched me.

When we gathered ourselves Suzi again suggested going to bed.

“I don’t want to go inside, I want to fuck you on my combine harvester.”

“It’s not a combine harvester, It’s a rusty old tractor.”

“We can pretend.”

Muriel got back about nine that evening and looked exhausted.

“How’s things?”

“Not good, he might not make the night.” As she said this she started crying, Suzi moving to comfort her and then all the tiredness and heartache kicking in and Muriel sobbing uncontrollably. Eventually she managed to slow her sobbing, saying things about him not suffering or not being in pain, then.

“I only came back to have a shower and get my toothbrush.”

“Have you eaten?” Suzi asked

“No”

“Right I’ll make you something and then Dave will drive you and me back to the hospital.”

“There’s no need, I’ll…”

“You’re my friend and I’m coming with you.”

“Thank you.”

I had my license but hadn’t driven much since my test and driving their old Fiesta was enough to test the most experienced driver. I dropped them off at the hospital, kissed them both and told them I’d stay in Muriel’s lodge that night so they could phone me if needed.

Jim struggled on until the Tuesday and I arrived at the hospital about an hour before he died. When he died Muriel was remarkably stoic, remarking later that she had no more tears left.

There were three or four other relatives there but they didn’t seem to say much to Muriel, and Suzi seemed to be the only one comforting her. I said the normal pleasantries to the relatives about being sorry for their loss and then found myself alone, at the bedside, with Muriel and Suzi.

Muriel bent and kissed Jim, straightening she said, “god love him, he was an awkward bastard.”

We looked at each other before looking at Muriel, seeing a smile spread on her face. We smiled back and Suzi hugged Muriel, kissing her cheek. I hugged the two of them, kissing whose ever head my lips landed on. We’d only met Muriel two weeks before but had shared lots of emotions and experiences, this felt like family.

When we arrived back Muriel said she needed to lay down and went to her bedroom, without saying anything Suzi followed her. I was still immature and a bit confused, an hour later I found them fast asleep, cuddled together and fully clothed.

I used Muriel’s landline and phoned Mary, one to tell her what had happened but also to have someone to talk to.

“That’s so sad, please give my condolences.”

“I will.”

“Can I phone you on that number.”

“I guess so, why?”

“Geri wanted to phone you but we didn’t have a number.”

“I’m sure Muriel won’t mind.”

I dosed on the couch and woke around six with Muriel standing over me.

“Would you like a coffee David?”

“Yes please.”

“I think Suzi’s still asleep.’

“No I’m not.” We heard a voice from the bedroom shout.

Suzi padded out, looking sleepy and, I thought, gorgeous. She sat beside me and cuddled me, “Thank you.”

“For what.”

“For being you and for being kind.”

“Thank you both for everything.” Muriel said, bending over and cuddling us, both our heads wedged into her boobs.

The next couple of days were a blur, Muriel busy phoning people and arranging the funeral and Suzi busy looking after Muriel and me. I just pottered and tried to be useful.

On the Thursday Geri phoned, spoke with Muriel for a while before being put onto me,

“How you doing?”

“Good, strange old week, very hard for poor Muriel but we’re getting there.”

“How’s the campsite looking, have you got many bookings.”

“I think there’s a couple for this weekend and me and Suzi are going to sort out the chalets tomorrow for them. A few more next weekend, after that I don’t know, why?”

” Remember I said I’d ask around, see if anyone had any ideas.”

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March

It’s been a while since we talked. She’s got cock on the brain.

My roommate Leah’s boyfriend Tom happens to be hung like a bull. She’s constantly fucking him, that’s half their daily routine. The other half is sometimes showing up to class, sometimes sitting around and talking about his dick. She sat me down and gave me a vivid description of her sucking him off in an alleyway near the theater she temps at. At first I contented myself to putting on my headphones during their many-hours long screw, but that just provoked them to fuck harder and harder. She screams at him about his cock hitting her womb, piercing it, she tells him to fuck her like a horse cock should, a stallion unicorn motherfucker, etc.

I just got into college on a scholarship, and all of my time is spent studying. I play Bach to try and keep calm, not recall all the times I catch glimpses of Tom’s cock as he passes my eternally cracked doorway to go to the bathroom, touching myself in the dark while they hump. It’s not fair. The wet slapping sounds of their fuck drive me insane. I can’t help but frig my clit to them, their screwing is so fucking intense.

I hope my studies won’t suffer or I may have to talk to them about it.

April

Tom came over when Leah was out today.

He said hello when I let him in, then shut himself in her bedroom. I listened to him go to her dresser, then open a bottle of lube, that distinct click, and noisily stroke his elephant trunk in anticipation of her arrival. He even stood by the door, teasing me, while I pretended to wash my hands in the bathroom and walk past her door, nearly double over in my desire, I could smell him, it made my pink lips below flaring out, my inner cunt convulsing. I needed release, but I couldn’t fuck Tom. My studies would be ruined. I shut my bedroom room and dug out my hummingbird vibrator with rotating beads and a swivel head.

It’s noisy, but I figured it was the least he deserved for teasing me so much.

I flipped the thing on, clicked my own bottle of lube open and rubbed it down. It’s seven inches or so, but the added features were independently operated at eleven speeds. It was expensive but never fails.

I ached for that cock, I wanted to see it fully engorged. I fantasized him slapping the length of my entire face with it, stuffing it in my cheeks, using my hair to steer me as he fucked my throat.

I think I might have heard him leave her room, turning up the music, then pretended to go to the bathroom, when suddenly I realized, as I clicked it higher in speed, that he was standing directly next to my room, stroking his cock.

I knew he could hear me using my toy, could hear the tiny noises I can’t help but let out when it gets going.

Suddenly, I heard Leah coming in the front door. It was late enough that she might have thought I was asleep, but I heard Tom skip a step down the hall and land on her bed in the other room just as she opened the door.

They fucked from there, of course, and I finished myself, gasping loudly, drowned out by Leah’s surprised yelps as he fucked her like an animal.

May

Finally given in. Last night, Tom carried Leah suspended on his cock (his hands on her ass lifting her up as she hugged his torso) down the hall, opening my door with her butt.

I was of course rubbing one out to the noises they had been making, in fact so bold as to sit above the covers, my cunt spread open, rubbing to almost the point of orgasm when I heard them come down the hall and creak open the door.

I even had my lights on. I must have looked like I had my legs open in invitation, because Tom carried Leah to my bed, plopped out izmit escort of her, and presented it to me as she lay beside me.

“Tom says you might want something yourself, says you study too much, you need to relax.”

Leah is very kind. She let me suck it with her, a task in and of itself. He was too big for my mouth, let alone my throat, so we nibbled and licked on either side of it, big around as a beercan and a pulsing cockhead like a tangerine. Over a foot long, veiny and muscled, twitched it at me, laughed at the expression on my face, asked me if I wanted it inside me.

His dick between my teeth, I nodded, bobbing on him as best I could, pulling back and spitting on it, rubbing it, tugging at his enormous nutsack, while Leah actually started touching me, flitting my clit with feather touches that gave me shivers.

He pushed the bare cock to my pink lips, then tortured me by rubbing it along, butting the head against my asshole, forcing my tiny cunt to slobber along the length, I humped back at him and he grabbed my hips. I was so wet I practically wet the bed with cum juice, the first time ever, actually. I came as he slipped it in, also a first. I’ve never felt something so huge not hurting at first, but it was pure pleasure. He hit my core, he kept fucking his hips at me, it felt so fucking good, made me feel so fucking alive to have that thick meat at last.

He didn’t come for a long time, in fact, we all fucked for hours, him alternating between us, at one point setting her in my lap and plopping back and forth between out cunts, finishing himself on us in warm globs. He made me cum so many times I lost count, somewhere around thirty.

Leah, meanwhile, sucked his cum out of me every time he shot a load in me, since after the first time he did he hadn’t asked if I was on birth control beforehand, and in fact, it’s a bad time of the month to have him blow loads in me. Leah said she’d get me a morning after pill if I wanted, and gave Tom permission to shoot, in fact, he shot on command. She’d order him to come and I’d feel his cock twitch a warm bloom into my womb. She’d put her face in me when he’d pull out and the cum would dribble or plop out, and of course the whole time Tom never got soft, how unbelievable, I swear his cock is a mythic beast or something, turns women to jelly, my roommate and I fell asleep cradling it, our faces resting on either side of it, then woke up and did the whole thing over again.

June

Today I had an odd experience in the park with Leah and Tom. I have to say they work out a lot, not just fucking but jogging, and they asked me if I wanted to tag along. Since they fucked me, they both grab my ass occasionally but things haven’t gone that far since that one night, though I helped Tom get his dick wet when he came over one day Leah was out. He tells me my cunt is the tightest he’s ever had, says the way it grips dick is superb.

I figured after we got limbered up and ran around a bit they’d want to get some time alone elsewhere, Leah said something about being hungry, her codeword, so I wandered down to the concrete public restroom by the south parking lot while they snuck off to tug at each other in the forest.

Of course it’s only natural that the girl’s bathroom was out of order. Being the adventurous spirit I am, I decided to risk the boy’s room just once, maybe to see if it’s true what sort of naughty things might be written on the walls, maybe flick my bean. Since fucking Tom, I’ve had the dirtiest mind. Sometimes I just touch it absentmindedly, not even aware of my wet fingers at first. Smelling his sweat had gotten me hot, running. I needed release.

The izmit anal yapan escort floor of the bathroom was sticky, and I swear it smelled like dick. My pussy immediately flared out its lips and started leaking into my running shorts. I chose the middle stall and went in, clacking the lock shut behind me.

I’d certainly heard of gloryholes before, but I had never encountered one until today. They were holes about seven inches around, with duct tape along the sides. The walls were, as I expected, lewd to say the least.

I wiped off the toilet, placing ripped off squares of toilet paper along the edge of the seat, pissing as I read the nasty things scrawled on the wall. Obviously a lot of men used this stall to get sucked on by what I presumed to be other guys at the time. Crusty semen stains caked the edges of the holes on either side of me. I steadily rubbed my button thinking about that, guys putting their dicks through a hole to get sucked, completely anonymous, a hungry mouth devouring them… I ended up squeezing my thighs together for maximum effect. The smell, the sticky floor, the condom machine littered with graffiti, all sent me over the edge.

I had a small trembler of an orgasm just as the door to the bathroom banged open and three boys walked in, their voices echoing off the tiles. They stopped laughing when they saw my feet under the middle stall. I had my panties and running shorts around my ankles at that point, naturally, so I felt a bit self conscious. My shoes were kicked off and my Buddy Holly glasses on the toilet paper dispenser next to me.

Regardless of the intense fear I felt then, I kept jerking on my snatch, squishing my fingers into me as the boys peeked first through the edges of my stall, then entered the ones on either side of me.

While one bent down to look on one side, the other guy whipped out his dick (sorta flaccid but getting more erect by the second) and pissed in the toilet in two streams.

Something about seeing that anonymous cock through that cum encrusted hole made me tremble with excitement. Seriously, does that really make me a slut? I think a gasp escaped my lips when I caught the one guy’s eye, and I certainly groaned as the other guy started stroking his cock by the opening for me. I think the third stayed by the door to watch for people.

I lifted my hips off the toilet, and grunted to the glorious sight of two pretty young bucks stroking their organs on either side of me. One finally worked it to full length and stuck it through the hole. I immediately started sucking it, it was easier to gobble than Tom’s, nibbling the cockhead and licking the slit. He tasted like he’d been running around all day, and the strong odor of his sweaty cock and balls overcame my senses. I reached over and started stroking the other guy, then decided to go full out. Cock still in my mouth on one side, I backed my ass up to the other. There was just enough room in the stall to bend over and reach down to position his plum-sized cockhead against my dripping slit. I rubbed it all around the lips and them humped back against him as he thrust into the stall hard. We were making so much noise, they were groaning like I was killing them. The cock in my mouth shot its load in my mouth relatively quickly, and it was tart creamy. I pulled it out of my mouth with a plop and he shot two more globs on my double A titties.

The guy in my cunt groaned soon after that, and I thrust back to meet him, grunting encouragingly. He shot into me, then pulled out halfway finished and emptied the rest of his load on my ass, still humping at the air at him. gebze escort I wanted more, even then, chin and chest coated in cum, ass dripping.

The boys trundled out of there and got their friend, and I saw the shadow of his feet saunter in and rattle at the stall.

Just then I was kind of scared. I saw he had black feet, and I’d never been with a black guy before. My mother and father would kill me if I brought a black guy home. I mean, I’m not prejudiced, I’d frigged myself to them fucking white chicks for years. It’s hard to deny how girls encountering their first black cock look so shocked. Similar to how I looked when presented with Tom’s mammoth.

I was rubbing my sloppy cum-soaked cunt and unlocked the stall door, as curious and scared as I’d ever been.

He wasn’t wearing underwear, and his running shorts were pulled down to past his hips. His dick was well over a foot long, I swear, twitching and pointing at me, wet with sweat. I must have really turned him on, looking like I did, coated in his friend’s cum, a perverse gloryhole girl touching herself for him. He motioned for me to bend over the toilet, so I did, my ass stuck way out in the air, ready.

He didn’t even close the stall door. Bracing on leg on the toilet paper dispenser (effectively knocking my glasses to the floor), he slowly slid that monster up my soaked pussy, and every inch he went I reached back, scrambling at him, talking in tongues, wiggling, squealing, scrambling to tug on his nuts, grab his ass, hump back, because it felt like it wasn’t entirely in.

Halfway up my cunt his cock started twitching, and I gasped, burying him to the root. He was so thick his shaft was rubbing on my clit with every thrust and it was so good. I came on him squealing, just as his friends both pushed in and said people were coming up to use the bathroom, we should hurry up and finish.

Their friend wouldn’t pull out of me, instead picking me up (I’m relatively light, I guess) and sitting on the toilet still inside me. Maybe this was his real idea of a workout.

Two older men came in, one using the urinal next to the stalls and the other coming in the stall on our right.

He didn’t notice the hole at first in the wall, pulling out his cock out to pee. I watched it as I bit the back of my hand not trying to scream. That monster was buried in me to the root, holding me immobile by my legs, not moving. I could feel that twitching head writhing in my cervix. I gasped noisily as it went in another inch. How was that even possible?

The older man in the next stall leaned down, saw that fat black meat stuffed into me, and immediately started furiously masturbating. He wouldn’t report us. I reached through and pulled his cock through the hole, leaning up and tasting it as the savage in my lap thrust up harder.

His little dick came in a thin stream all over me, adding to the cum still clinging to my nipples. I huffed and put my feet down on the black guy’s knees, squatting like a frog up and down on him.

He hissed in my ear, his hand all slimy on my front, snaking down to my clit, and I picked up the pace humping him. The older man’s friend now had his dick, a thick veiny thicker one, stuck through the same hole his friend had come through. I latched onto it, grasping the shaft and corkscrewing my hand up and down, moaning onto him.

As that nasty big black cock started pumping me full of thick spunk, the veiny cock pulsated on my tongue. I started coming as it twitched on my tonsils in time with the rapidly thrusting cock in my pussy, and finger on my clit, up my ass.

They knew how to fuck a girl good.

I got out of there before they could all recover, and found Leah and Tom fucking in the bushes. Seeing me coated in cum and sweaty, my panties gone, cum-oozing fat camel toe peeking out from around my now-loose running shorts, they started to laugh, then offered to help me clean off.

I sat on my roommate Leah’s face while Tom fucked her. It’s going to be a crazy summer, I can tell.

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