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A Hot Tub Surprise with Nikki

I'm Paul and I'm 41 years old. I'm divorced and I live alone. I'm an attorney - not rich - but I live a comfortable life.

When I met Jenny, I was 27 and she was 25 years old. Her daughter, Nikki, was 5 years old and the cutest thing that I had ever met. She had curly brown hair and dark brown eyes that totally captivated me. She was a very well mannered child and she deserved all the affection I could provide her. I wanted to be her daddy. I wanted to be the guy who kept her safe and protected her from the world. Her biological father had abandoned her - and Nikki - two years previously and then promptly disappeared to avoid paying child support.

In retrospect, I should have realized that Jenny was simply a needy woman who saw me as a source of financial support and stability for her and Nikki. I had a track record of rescuing "needy" women and had not yet learned from my mistakes. I know now that Jenny's need for my support was not an adequate substitute for love. She liked me and she needed me but she didn't love me. When the need for support was no longer present, she would no longer want me. And that is what came to pass.

The ten years of our marriage were not totally wasted and we had many good times together. Jenny, Nikki, and I became a family (although I never adopted Nikki.) We took family vacations, we went to the zoo and the beach, we did chores together, and we worked as a family. Things between Jenny and I were very good for many years, too. I think she tried to love me and she tried to do all of the things that a good wife is supposed to do. We didn't have any children of our own but not for a lack of effort by us.

Jenny and I had a very satisfying physical relationship. Jenny was attractive, I thought, but not stunningly beautiful. I'm sure that many guys would not consider her attractive but I found her to be quite cute. She was a petite girl, about 5'2" and 110 pounds. She had a pixie-like face with light brown hair and sparkling eyes. Her breasts were small, only a 34A cup, and the total affect was that she looked like she was 16 years old.

I'm not complaining, as I happen to prefer small breasts, and I thought hers were adorable. Her nipples were not big but they stood up like pencil erasers when she was aroused. Her areolae were only about the size of nickels and were the same pinkish-brown color as her nipples. She loved to have them licked and sucked and she could orgasm just from having her nipples sucked.

Jenny was rather uninhibited when it came to sex. The first few years of our relationship, things were relatively calm. I used vibrators on her clit and sometimes on her nipples. She loved to give and receive oral sex and she didn't stop when I got close to cumming. I think she actually enjoyed the taste of my cum; I hope so, because she swallowed quite a bit over the years. She also shaved all of her pubic hair and the hair around her ass so that I would go wild when I was eating her out . . . and I did.

Eventually, she said that she wanted to try some different things just to put some "spice" in our relationship. At first, she wanted me to tie her up and blindfold her and pretend that I was raping her. I had difficulty even in pretending that I was doing something violent to her but I tried to act the part for her pleasure. Then, she said she wanted to try anal sex. I had never experienced that pleasure but, with the assistance of some KY, I quickly discovered what I had been missing.

Next, she said she wanted to try a threesome. I told her that I wasn't interested in being in bed naked with another guy and she laughed, explaining that it would be with another girl. She said she had never been with another woman and she didn't want to cheat on me but she wanted to know what it was like. It sounded like every guy's dream come true, so I agreed. She told me that she had a girl in mind but had not yet approached her to determine if she was interested.

The other girl -- Catherine - was a co-worker who was in her early 20's. She was a cute petite blonde who also looked younger than she actually was. She seemed to be shy and demure but Jenny thought there was a chance; she thought the girl would follow the "Marian the Librarian" stereotype, being shy and inhibited until she got a little bit of alcohol flowing through the veins. She invited Catherine to go out for drinks and dancing with us on a Friday night.

Once we were in the clubs, Jenny pulled the typical old guys' trick that she thought would work: she got the girl drunk. After Catherine was a bit wasted, Jenny started talking about sex.

"Paul, you're really a great lover and we do it all the time, but I'm so horny right now I could fuck the neighbor's dog," Jenny said with exasperation. Looking at Catherine, she continued, "I guess I should have been a guy, 'cause I'm just horny all the damn time."

We all laughed and then Jenny asked, "Catherine, do you have a boyfriend now?"

"No. Billy and I broke up about four months ago and I really haven't dated since then."

"Well, your 'battery-operated boyfriend' can give you an orgasm but it's not the same thing. I don't know how you can go that long without having sex!" Jenny was obviously baiting Catherine, and it was working. "Aren't you horny now?"

Catherine looked a little bit embarrassed, particularly because I was sitting at the table listening to this conversation, but the alcohol had definitely lowered her inhibitions. "It's okay to talk about it, sweetie, you're among friends," Jenny reassured her. "Paul and I are very open about our sex life."

"Well, yeah, I guess I get, uh . . . horny . . ., but I don't have a boyfriend, not even a 'battery-operated boyfriend,'" Catherine laughed. "And . . . I don't wanna go home with some random guy I just met in a bar, ya know? He might have AIDS or be an ax murderer or some sorta stalker psycho . . .."

"Well, if you wanna get laid in a safe way, I have an idea," replied Jenny. "Catherine . . . Paul has been after me to have a threesome for a few months. We've never done that before, but . . . ya know, I can tell that Paul has the hots for you and, I don't know why, but I kinda promised him we might do that as a birthday gift." I hadn't been 'after her' to have a threesome and it wasn't really my birthday, but facts usually aren't too important in a seduction. "And, ya know, holy cow, I don't wanna do that with just anybody, ya know? I'd really have to trust somebody to share my husband with 'em. I don't want anybody getting' AIDS -- especially me or Paul - and, well, I know that you're nice and not a slut, and . . . I think I could trust you to not start havin' an affair with Paul, and, I know it's a lot to ask, but . . . if you'd do that, it would sorta get me off the hook in a way that would take care of you, too. And, besides, Paul's great in bed! He's not too big but he definitely knows how to use it."

"Wow! Did you just ask me to fuck your husband?"

"Yeah, but I'd be there the whole time, so it's not like he'd be sneakin' around havin' an affair. And, after he's done you, I'll get him to do me, too, and you can watch. It sounds so absolutely wicked and . . . so damn taboo, it'd be great! Just have another drink and think about it," Jenny said, apparently ending the discussion at that time.

Another drink turned into two apiece for the girls, and then another two drinks apiece after Jenny talked Catherine into going to a titty bar and watching the dancers do their thing. I stayed sober because I had been elected designated driver, and I also didn't want the booze to interfere with any performance later in the evening. Catherine had driven her car to our place and we had all ridden together to the club, so, when we left the strip club, we all got in my car and went home.

When we got there, we went inside for a 'night cap.' Catherine was obviously under the influence so Jenny took the opportunity to make her move. She suggested that she and Catherine try to outdo the dancers we had been watching an hour earlier. Nikki was spending the night at a friend's house so I agreed. We went to the living room and I took a seat on the sofa. Catherine was still kinda shy at first but she took her lead from Jenny. Neither of them was a dancer but, pretty soon, both girls were in just their panties and bras. Jenny then had both girls face away from me and show me their cute little behinds as they removed their bras. Jenny moved so she was facing Catherine and put her arms around Catherine's waist, leaning forward and whispering something in Catherine's ear.

Soon, Jenny was kissing Catherine's neck and her hands were on Catherine's ass, pulling their two bodies together. Jenny bent down so that her kisses trailed from Catherine's neck to her boobs, which I still had not seen. Obviously, Jenny was licking Catherine's nipples because I heard Catherine start moaning.

The music Jenny had started came to an end and all I heard was the sounds of Jenny licking on Catherine's boobs. "Now, I want you to lick my boobs," Jenny said as she raised her head up from Catherine's chest. Without hesitation, Catherine lowered her face to Jenny's boobs and began licking on her nipples.

"You got me so hot!" Jenny exclaimed. "I can't wait to see Paul fuck you. Let's show him your pretty titties." With that statement, Jenny stood, placed her hands on Catherine's shoulders, and turned her to face me. It was my first view of Catherine's boobs and they were very cute, very suckable, about the size of tennis balls. Her areolae were about the size of quarters but, otherwise, they looked about the same size as Jenny's.

"Catherine, you're beautiful," I said. "I think I could lick your boobs all night long."

"You want that, don't you, Catherine? Paul, her nipples are so hard!" Jenny said. She stood behind Catherine, reached around her with both hands, and began massaging those delicious looking tits. "Catherine needs it bad, Paul. I'll bet her panties are soaked."

"Only one way to find out," I responded.

With that statement as her cue, Jenny reached down with her right hand and slid her fingers under the elastic of Catherine's panties. She wasted no time with teasing or foreplay. I could tell that her fingers went directly to Catherine's clit, because Catherine began moving her body in rhythm, humping her pelvis, and whimpering louder and louder until she was moaning.

"Oh . . . gawd . . . I'm so horny but . . . I thought you said . . . I'm not a . . . a . . . oh, I'm so close, uh . . . OOO!" With that last utterance, Catherine went rigid and her breathing became shallow and rapid. Her orgasm lasted for about ten seconds and then her body relaxed and she slumped into a chair.

When she looked up, she said, "I've never done anything like that before. I hope you don't think that I'm a . . . lesbian!"

"Well, I certainly hope you're not a lesbian," I said, trying to inject some humor into the situation.

"Neither have I," said Jenny. "I mean, I've never done anything like that, either, but . . . wow . . . that was pretty intense. I wouldn't mind trying some of that."

"Well, I think we need to give Paul some attention. We don't want him to feel left out, do we?" asked Catherine.

I walked over to Catherine's chair and knelt in front of her. I leaned forward until my lips connected with her left nipple. As soon as I started licking, she started moaning as if another orgasm wouldn't require much more arousal. I trailed my kisses down her belly until I passed her belly button and came to the top of her panties. I placed my fingers under the elastic on both sides and began to pull downward. She lifted her hips to allow me to remove her last article of clothing and soon her panties slid past her ankles and fell to the floor.

I again leaned forward but, this time, my tongue went directly to Catherine's clit. She tasted sweet and I could have been happy licking on her pussy for quite a while except for one thing; I felt an urgent need to fuck her slit good and hard.

I turned towards Jenny. "Do you wanna watch me fuck her?" I asked. While I was licking Catherine's pussy, Jenny had been sitting on the sofa with her hand in her panties, rubbing her clit and playing with her nipples, trying to work herself up to an orgasm while watching me attack Catherine's nubile young body.

"Fuck, yeah!" was her immediate reply. "She needs it bad!"

I told Catherine to undress me and she promptly stood and began removing my clothes. When all else had been removed, she got on her knees to pull down my boxers. Of course, my dick was causing an obvious tent in my britches.

"Paul, you know, I'm kinda self-conscious about having little boobs but you make me feel like I'm so real hot chick, and . . . well, I heard Jenny say that you're not real big and . . . if you have any concerns about your size, uh . . . it's exactly the size I want in me . . . in my . . . pussy . . . now, please."

"Catherine, you are absolutely beautiful, stunningly beautiful, and you take my breath away. Your naked body is every man's dream come true." I kissed her on the lips. I wasn't in love with Catherine but I thought that was a very nice thing to say, especially when she confided her self-consciousness about her boobs. I felt some genuine affection for her and I just needed to express it.

I also felt some genuine horniness which I needed to express. I told Catherine to get on the floor on her hands and knees so I could fuck her doggy style. She was a good girl and did exactly what I told her to do. I could see her pussy between her legs but I could also see her butt cheeks.

"You have a cute little ass," I said as I approached her.

"You're not gonna fuck me in the ass, are you? I've never done that," she said. I wasn't sure whether that was an invitation, a caution, or an off-limits declaration, but I didn't care. I immediately wanted to fuck her in the ass, but I didn't respond to her question.

"Don't worry, I'm on the pill," she said right before I slid my dick into her pussy. Now, I'll admit that my dick is on the same magnitude as Jenny's boobs: not large but certainly plenty big enough to do the job. I had measured myself at 5½" erect which is actually quite normal for everything except porn flicks.

As soon as my dick touched her cunt lips, she began moaning softly. Every time I slid my shaft forward and penetrated her pussy just a bit more, her mouth released a moan, still soft but louder than the previous. After about the fifth or sixth thrust, I motioned for Jenny to come join us. I whispered to her that she should get under Catherine in a 69 position and her face beamed with excitement.

I couldn't see Catherine's face when Jenny began sliding underneath her but I could certainly tell when Jenny's tongue found Catherine's clit.

"Oh gawd, oh gawd, oh gawd . . ." was all she could manage to say.

"If it feels that good, you should return the favor," I suggested.

Catherine's head lowered slowly, with some hesitation, and then her tongue slowly began to trace Jenny's cunt lips.

"Don't tease me; lick my clit!" Jenny demanded.

Catherine didn't want to disappoint Jenny so she began sucking on Jenny's love bud.

"Oh, yeah, that's it," Jenny exclaimed and she began licking Catherine's clit even more vigorously. As the girls got into it, I pulled my dick out of Catherine's pussy.

"Don't stop," Catherine requested.

"I'll be right back," I said. I stood, went to our bedroom, and retrieved a tube of KY. When I returned to the living room, they were still going at it, with the moans becoming louder and more urgent.

I knelt behind Catherine and put some KY on my dick. I put my hands on her cheeks and pulled them apart. She had a small rosebud and it was pinkish-red, not brown. If she was concerned about what I was doing, she didn't give me a clue. Instead of just thrusting my dick in her virgin ass, I decided to give her a warm up with my tongue. I began licking in her ass crack, passing over her puckered orifice. With each pass, I paused to press on her back door with my tongue. She was tight but I thought I could feel her beginning to relax her sphincter.

"I've never had anything back there," she said, "but . . . ooh yeah."

That was all the encouragement I needed as a brought my index finger up to the south valley and placed the tip of my finger at her entrance. I continued licking while I began to press on the door to her most inviolate chamber.

As the first knuckle of my finger pushed in to her virgin ass, her response was immediate. "Oh . . . yeah . . . fuck me . . . fuck me back there."

No further instructions were necessary. I positioned my dick at her back hole and pushed forward. Some initial resistance quickly subsided and I felt my dick sliding into her ass. It was the tightest thing my dick had ever felt and I'm not sure why I didn't cum immediately, especially because her moaning went into overdrive.

"Lick my clit . . . fuck my ass . . . make me cum, oh, I need to cum so bad!" she pleaded. "Oh yeah, oh yeah . . . fuck me, fuck me . . .." Catherine's body was stiffening as if she was in the throes of an overwhelming orgasm. Her ass clamped down on my dick so tight I could barely move it. That was all it took for me and I was over the edge.

"I'm gonna cum, of, I'm almost there," I said. My cum started welling up in my balls, the pressure was gathering, taking me to the precipice and, then . . . I began shooting streams of my cum into Catherine's tight ass. "Oh, fuck yeah!"

Catherine stopped licking on Jenny's clit when her own orgasm took over her body, but Jenny continued licking until Catherine could take no more stimulation and pulled away from Jenny's tongue. Catherine laid down on the floor with her belly down and her cute little ass exposed for all to see.

After giving Catherine a minute to return to earth, Jenny complained, "Hey, did everybody forget about me?"

"Catherine," I said, "Jenny really seemed to enjoy havin' her pussy eaten by a girl. Why don't you finish what you started and I'll watch?"

Jenny didn't wait for Catherine to move but, instead, slid across the floor until her cunt was directly in front of Catherine's mouth. Catherine wasn't the kind of girl who wanted to disappoint anyone so she raised up and brought her mouth to Jenny's pussy. She hadn't started licking for more than a few seconds when Jenny started rocking and humping and squeezing her knees together.

"Oh, fuckety, fuckety, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" was all Jenny could manage as her body was taken to a level she had never before experienced.

Catherine stopped her ministrations and rolled over on her back. We all stayed motionless for a few minutes, not talking but just breathing and trying to regain our composure. In a few minutes, I suggested that Catherine spend the night and all three of us got into the king size bed in our master bedroom.

When we woke the next morning, Catherine was gone. She called into work sick that Monday. She came to work on Tuesday, avoided Jenny all day, and then called work the next morning claiming a family emergency. She never returned to work and we never saw her again.

Jenny and I never had another threesome and we never did anything else that wild. Something between us changed that night, and it wasn't a good change.

This was the substance of my reverie as I sat naked in the hot tub. By now, it was history -- ancient history. It had all happened seven years ago. Over the next two years, Jenny and I continued to have uninhibited sex but it was always just the two of us, in our own bed, with no one watching, no cameras capturing our lovemaking, nothing wilder than an occasional double penetration of Jenny by me and a vibrator. We never had another 'wild' romp. Initially, I thought that maybe she had gotten over the need to 'sew her wild oats' but, eventually, I realized that we had begun to drift apart. Jenny just didn't seem to be interested in our relationship. After two years, I discovered that Jenny was having a relationship with another woman.

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"All right George, where the hell are you taking me?" I demanded.

It seems that my buddy, George, had driven into the really sleazy part of town.

"Trust me pal. I guarantee you're gonna like this place," George replied with an evil grin.

We pressed further into the slum. It was a lousy night, rainy, windy and cold. I couldn't believe I had gotten up from a cozy fire, a beer and a football game to go with George. He was forever getting me into trouble and then saving my dumb ass at the last minute. We had been in the army together and had been in some pretty grim situations. You tend to trust someone when you have almost had your asses shot off with them.

"See Harry, there is the sign right over there," he excitedly babbled as we skidded to a stop.

A faded neon sign clung to the top of the door. I think it said Expert Masseuse Available.

"Masseuse? You hauled me all the way into no man's land to get a steam job and a blow bath?" I mumbled.

"Come on Harry. Don't be a pencil neck. I guarantee you're gonna like this place."

"Damn," I muttered.

George knocked on the door and whispered something into the microphone. The door swung open and I gingerly stepped inside.

What a shock! It looked just like Jenny Rose's place in Tachikawa only it was a lot cleaner and there wasn't a little doggy running around pestering us. We sat at a low table on the floor which was covered in a thick, luxurious carpet. A small, pretty oriental woman appeared and served us tea. We sipped our tea until a larger woman entered the room. She handed us a couple of menus. I gave George a questioning look.

"No, it's not a restaurant. Read the menu," George said.

I opened my menu. It was immediately clear that this wasn't a restaurant. It was a list of all the services provided by the 'massage' parlor and all their prices. The further down the list I read the bigger my eyes got and so did other parts of my anatomy. I smiled at George.

"This looks like it could be some fun," I told him.

"They've had no complaints from me," replied George, "and their girls are really pretty. Did you read page two?" I flipped the page. There were names and pictures of various girls. They ranged from big, busty blondes to petite Orientals. The oriental girl had reappeared. I noticed that she was on the menu.

"May I take your order?" she asked.

"I'll take the number seven with you," I replied.

She smiled shyly and took George's order. I don't remember what he ordered. I remember I didn't care.

The girl offered her hand. I stood up and she took my hand. I followed her down a hall and into her massage room. There was a big, wide bed, shelves with various bottles of oil and a small refrigerator. A big, fluffy chair completed the ensemble.

"Take off all your clothes and lay down on your tummy," she said.

I got undressed.

Underwear too!" she ordered.

My shorts hit the floor. I crawled onto the bed and lay down. When I looked at her she was totally nude. Things were looking up. She started with my feet, gently massaging the soles. Grasping my toes, she expertly popped them one at a time. Then her hands slid up my legs. I felt massage oil on them as her fingers dug into the tense flesh. Her journey continued up my legs until she got to my butt. I felt some oil being poured on my asshole. Little fingers tickled my balls. Something was being shoved into my well lubricated ass.

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's a string of beads for later," came the answer.

Skillful little hands rubbed my back muscles. I was starting to really relax. What an excellent masseuse! I had forgotten all about the beads as her hands performed their magic on my tired body. The neck! Oh it was heaven when she got to my neck.

"Roll over."

I rolled. My dick was standing straight up. She kissed it. Damn!

"You have a nice cock, not too big, not too small," she observed.

She poured some oil on my chest and started rubbing me down. Her fingers really were magical as they worked all the pain and tension from my body. The things she did to my arms were beyond belief. She leaned in and kissed me. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and she massaged my tongue with hers. I am no stranger to French kissing, but this was something else. When we broke the kiss, she kissed her way down my relaxed body to my cock. Her fingers wrapped a round it as she sucked one nut and then the other into her mouth. She played with them with her tongue. Damn!

"Oh God, this is so good!" I moaned.

"Yes, I know," she agreed.

My dick popped into her mouth and down her throat. She bobbed her head up and down while massaging my cock with her tongue. I knew I wouldn't last long. I could already feel that feeling deep within myself. Suddenly I warped my ass off the bed as I started shooting my load into her mouth. At that moment, she jerked the beads out of my ass. What a sensation! It prolonged my orgasm. I couldn't stop cumming and she swallowed it all. She sucked on me until I was completely drained.

"If you want to give me a bonus, I'll give you some pussy too," she smiled.

"You'll never get it to stand up." I panted.

"I bet I can," she giggled.

"If you get it to stand again, I'll double your bonus," I confidently replied.

She popped my cock back into her mouth and starting sucking on just the head. Then she rammed a finger up my ass and massaged my prostate. My dick immediately sprung to life. She laughed and jumped on it, engulfing it in one stroke. Her pussy was unbelievably tight and talented too! It was massaging my cock. My hardon stayed hard. I drove it into her as far as I could go. She must have fucked me for twenty minutes. I rolled on top of her and she giggled as I got down to short stokes. Another massive orgasm claimed my mind as she carried me to a land far, far away.

I heard her voice calling me. "Are you all right?"

"That ought to be illegal!" I moaned as I came to.

"It is!" she laughed. "Let's get you dressed. I think your friend is finished too."

We walked hand in hand back to the reception area. George came into the room with a silly gin on his face.

"You look like you were run over by a tractor," I told him.

"I was," he smiled.

"Did you guys have a good time?" the little oriental asked.

"I never had better time in my life!" I exclaimed.

"Be careful," she admonished as we headed out the door.

"Let's go to the sports bar and get a drink," I said.

"I'm buying," said George.

Good friends are hard to find.

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Sandra Ch. 02

Admiring her flawless body in the mirror she remembered the previous evening and said out loud, “You are a slut girl” then giggled.

Today was the day after Sandra’s 19th birthday and she was still in her first year at university but had already gained a reputation of looking like an angel but fucking like a devil. As she thought about last nights 19 man gang bang to celebrate her birthday Sandra felt herself getting turned on. She ran her fingers over her nipples causing them to harden to her touch, pinching them slightly before running them down her body to her shaved pussy. Running her fingers between her pussy lips Sandra felt her moistness and opening her legs slightly allowed a finger to slip inside.

Just as her finger slipped inside the door to the bathroom opened and in walked a small petite girl with short bobbed red hair. Sally roomed just down the corridor from Sandra and was an out and out lesbian who had the hots for Sandra. Saying nothing Sally watched as Sandra touched her full breast and Sally sighed wistfully as she thought of her own 32As under her gown. Sally became breathless and started to get damp as she watched Sandra slid her finger deeper into her own pussy.

Sally had tried to talk Sandra into bed on more than one occasion but had always nicely but firmly been declined. They were still friends and Sally had developed a huge crush on Sandra over the six months they had known each other. Their eyes met in the mirror and instead of stopping as Sally expected Sandra continued to finger herself. “Happy Birthday Sandra” Sally croaked, her mouth dry from excitement. “Thanks” Sandra purred in reply and continued to finger herself, “want to give me a birthday present?”

Sally slipped the robe from her shoulders and moved across the room to Sandra. Sally stood behind Sandra and stroked her back as she kissed the nape of Sandra’s neck. Reaching round she cupped Sandra’s breast and whispered in her ear, “My fingers and tongue would do that better you know.”

Sally turned Sandra slowly round and pushed her against the wall. She moved her hand over the top of Uzun porno Sandra’s and their fingers intermingled as the touched Sandra’s pussy. Sandra moved her hands away allowing Sally full access to her pussy. Sally’s finger slid easily into Sandra’s soaking pussy and as Sally gentled pumped with her finger their lips met. Their tongues entwined before Sally broke the kiss and began to work her way down giving gentle little kisses over Sandra’s breasts and tummy.

As Sally knelt between Sandra’s legs she inhaled deeply smelling the beautiful smell of aroused pussy. Sally thought she had died and gone to heaven as her tongue snaked out and dipped into Sandra’s pussy for the first time. Lapping at her juices Sally savoured the taste as Sandra’s juices flowed into her mouth. Lifting one of Sandra’s legs over her shoulder Sally began to work on Sandra’s pussy in earnest. Her tongue rasped across Sandra’s erect clit and by now had pushed 2 fingers up into Sandra’s body.

With steady fucking movements Sally began to curl her fingers in search of Sandra’s g-spot. Hearing Sandra moan was music to Sally’s ears as she hit the spot. “Fucking hell” escaped from Sandra’s mouth before twisting her fingers tightly in Sally’s hair. Sally knew Sandra was close to cumming and keeping the movement of her fingers steady she nibbled and flicked at Sandra’s clit.

Sandra started moaning then began to scream as the orgasm ripped through her. Sally pulled her fingers out quickly and clamped her mouth over Sandra’s pussy so she could drink her juices as they flowed out.

Sally stood and held Sandra tight as she trembled in her arms with the after effects of the orgasm. “Have you still got that strapon in your room?” Sandra murmured, as she rubbed her pussy against Sally’s leg. “Oh come on,” cooed Sandra, “you are always telling me how big it is and what a savage fucker you are.”

Saying nothing Sally led Sandra by the hand and down the corridor to Sally’s room. Both girls were stark naked but said nothing as they passed the other girls in the corridor. Finding Sally’s room Sandra Öğrenci porno leapt onto the bed on all fours as Sally retrieved the strapon from the cupboard. Fumbling with the buckles Sally fastened the 7-inch strapon tightly and turned to lock the door. “No” Sandra murmured, “prop it open, the other girls might like the show”

“You sure?” Sally asked then shrugged and blocked the door wide open before moving behind Sandra’s upturned ass. “You really are quite the slut aren’t you” Sally asked in a low voice. “Yes,” replied Sandra. “Well let’s see how loudly you scream with this in you” Sally replied as she held the strapon by the base and positioned it against Sandra’s open pussy.

Sandra yelped and howled with pleasure as Sally thrust the strapon deeply into her willing pussy until all 7 inches were buried in. Grabbing Sandra’s hips Sally began to thrust in and out pulling the dildo almost out before driving back in. Sandra’s head was buried in the bed as she braced herself against the savage assault.

“Well well” a voice from the doorway said, “what a pretty sight this is.” Sandra looked up to see Beth’s body in the doorway. Beth was a butch dyke lesbian who had now left university but still visited the dorms with whichever girl she was currently seeing. Sandra gulped as she saw what Beth had dangling by its harness in her hand. The dildo part of the strapon must have been at least 10 inches and as thick as Sandra’s wrist.

“Do her ass while I put this on” Beth barked as she began to buckle up. Before the words had time to register in Sandra’s brain she felt Sally pull out of her pussy and push against her tight anal opening. Relaxing with the pressure Sally pushed the whole 7 inches up Sandra’s ass. Sandra moaned with wanton lust as she felt her ass being invaded.

Sally rolled over still embedded in Sandra’s ass and wrapped her arms round her. This was obviously something Sally had done before by the practised way she did it. Sandra looked up as Beth loomed over her watching how Sally’s strapon was buried to the hilt in Sandra’s ass. “You ready for this girl?” Beth asked with a leer as she held the thick monster in both hands. Sandra nodded as Beth moved onto the bed. “Gonna fuck your bitch pussy with this, then your slutty ass.” Sandra shivered but more from lust than fear.

With that Beth drove the dildo deep into Sandra’s willing pussy. Sandra squealed with delight as she felt the dildo bury into her and the dildo in her ass made her tight, intensifying the feelings. Beth fucked in and out of Sandra as Sally held the dildo firm in Sandra’s ass. “Gonna make you my bitch” Beth grunted as she forced the dildo in and out making Sandra yelp with pleasure. Every so often Beth would lean forward and twist one of Sandra’s nipples viciously causing her to moan with pleasure.

Beth pulled out of Sandra and stood with the dildo glistening with Sandra’s pussy juices and then leant and pulled her by her hair upright causing the dildo Sally had buried in her ass to come out with a plop. Pushing Sandra before her Beth forced her into the corridor where the other girls were hanging around half watching and half trying to look the other way.

The plastic cock waved obscenely at Beth’s groin as she held Sandra by her hair and shouted for all to hear, “This is my bitch now” and then pushed Sandra forward so that she grasped the handrail that ran the length on the corridor. Kicking Sandra’s ankles apart Beth grasped the dildo by the hilt and pushed savagely into Sandra’s willing ass. Lifting Sandra’s head by the hair as she fucked Beth instructed Sandra, “Tell them all you are my bitch” and punctuated each word with savage thrusts into Sandra’s ass.

“I am your bitch” Sandra gasped as Beth fucked her, “Yours to do with as you wish, to fuck all and everyone at your command.” Then bracing herself against the handrail Sandra pushed back and forward fucking the dildo that invaded her ass. “I am a slut,” Sandra screamed at the top of her voice, loving the feeling of being in Beth’s total control.

Beth slowed her fucking before pulling Sandra’s head backward close to her own face. Kissing her savagely Beth whispered in her ear “Tonight all my sisters will fuck you, some will fist you, all in public, how do you like that slut?” Sandra came again on the dildo as she nodded in eager obedience realising that she had found her true self.


Double O - glass double ended wand by EdenFantasys - review by Starlight Requiem

Double O

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Whether you are male or female, this toy can work for you. As the old saying goes, it isn't the length or the size but how you use it that counts. And that fits perfectly with this toy. It isn't too big or small, so a beginner's only frustration may be in how to manipulate it best for their body. Trial and error are the best, so long as you don't simply jam it in.
*Can work for a man or woman
*Great for a woman who likes double penetration
*Cannot get as deep in a man
*Requires creative use (for men)
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This is a good teaser and general toy. You can hook the O-ring near the base to better manipulate it, as the glass tends to get a little slippery when lubed. While this is mostly for women wanting to try a double penetration, I found it can work as well for a man to use. The shorter end of the toy presses and rubs beneath your balls in a very pleasurable fashion.
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    Who might this product be best for? How is it best used? What are the best circumstances or situations for using this product?
    • Temperature play
    Where / what types of places can this product be used?

Material / Texture

This is glass, so it doesn't really have a smell to it. While there is no texture to speak of, the insertable parts do have little ribs that give a pleasurable feeling when thrusting in and out. But due to it being a hard material, you need to be careful not to thrust too deeply so you can avoid hurting yourself.
    • No odor

Design / Shape / Size

Overall, the design is nice. While at first glance you'd think woman only, the design can work nicely for a man using it as an anal toy. Mine had a very nice color to it, which is something I personally like. When using it, I found it worked very well for me. It holds a temperature nicely if that is the sort of play you are interested in. And the size is about average, so it isn't something that a beginner would have to worry too much about.
    • Whimsical / artistic

Overall, I found that the larger part of the toy felt nice when going inside me. It can't go as deep on a male as it can on a woman, though you can push it in until the smaller part rubs under your balls. Twisting the toy in a clockwise/counter-clockwise fashion enhanced the feeling of this during masturbation. After resting the larger part in heated water for a while, I found the hot sensation hit deep inside me in a perfect feeling.
    • Easy to use

Care and Maintenance

This is glass, so you can use alcohol or 5% bleach/water to clean it, which is fairly easy to do. The only iffy parts about cleaning are the little ribs on it. If you aren't careful during anal play, these can get a little dirty.

Since it's glass, any lubricant will work fine. Just keep in mind if you intend to play with other toys, make sure your lube is compatible with everything that would be present or used. For storage, it came with a little red bag, and I found it best to keep it in that. It is somewhat less visible that way, and at the very least easier to handle or carry around.
    • Easy to clean
    • Easy to store
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by Wolfling

(Rated NC-17

Part 13

Wesley's post orgasmic haze combined with loss of blood made it easy for Angel to soothe him into sleep before he'd come fully back to his senses. This was a good thing for several reasons: Wesley could use the rest, and it gave Angel some time to try and figure out how to explain what had just happened.

Once he figured it out himself. Oh, Wesley wasn't the first person to have that sort of physical response from being fed off of, it was actually a fairly common physiological reaction, if rarely reaching those levels of intensity. But Angel didn't usually make a habit out of bringing off his victims -- however willing they may be.

But with Wesley, the taste of his blood, the scent of his arousal, the sound of his heartrate speeding... He had been irresistible, completely losing himself in the pleasure. Angel had had to touch him, had to give him more. The look on Wesley's face when he'd came had been... well, Angel had felt a surge of pride at being the one to put it there. And if he hadn't been still recovering from the mage's spells, he was sure he would have felt a surge of something else as well, and all just from watching Wesley.

He wanted to do it again. Not the blood part so much, though Wesley's blood had been sweet and potent and quite possibly addictive. But the touching... the making Wesley shiver and moan in pleasure and need, drawing it out longer next time so that he'd be completely abandoned when Angel finally...

Angel broke off the thought and looked down at himself; apparently parts of him at least he was recovering quite quickly. Unable to stop himself, he reached down and stroked his cock once before taking his hand away again. It didn't feel right, lusting after Wesley when he was asleep and senseless, especially as Angel didn't know if such thoughts on his part would be welcome. After Wesley woke up and they talked, then maybe...

Angel snorted. Yeah, because he was so good with the talking. He could just imagine how such a conversation would go. Or not go might be more accurate, as he imagined Wesley looking at him politely puzzled as Angel tried to piece together a whole sentence that didn't sound awkward or like he wanted to eat him. Eat him in the bad, non-fun, vampire sort of way that was.

No, Angel had always been a man -- vampire -- of action, not words. So maybe he should just show Wesley what he wanted to do. Oh he'd stop if Wesley wanted him to, but he was sure after the first few touches in just the right places, Wesley wouldn't want him to stop.

And that kind of thinking was going to get him into trouble, Angel thought as he pulled his hand away from where it had been creeping towards Wesley's sleeping form. Best that he tried to put it all out of his mind for now and concentrate on more practical matters.

Like the cut on Wesley's arm. It had mostly stopped bleeding, but was still seeping just a little bit around the edges; Angel could smell it. It should be tended to. Angel could do that. It was a nice practical chore and he was ignoring the bit about it giving him a legitimate reason to touch Wesley. After all this wasn't about seduction, it was about medical treatment. There was nothing sexy about putting bandages on someone.

He kept repeating that last thought over and over as he reached for the first aid kit and got out the supplies he needed. He kept repeating it as he tended to the injury, putting a bandage in place then wrapping gauze tightly around Wesley's arm to hold it there and make sure the cut didn't start bleeding again.

He repeating it, but stopped believing it at the first touch of his fingers on Wesley's arm. Apparently putting bandages on was sexy when it was Wesley.

Oh god, was he in trouble.

Practical things, Angel reminded himself. Think about what practical things he could be doing.

It occurred to Angel as he regarded Wesley's sleeping form, that he had to be uncomfortable sleeping in his clothes, especially when some of them were undoubtedly sticky. Wesley would be far more comfortable, he reasoned, if he undressed him.

Right, Angel thought, rolling his eyes at himself. Because there would be nothing sexy or enticing about a naked Wesley in his bed. Just look at how practical he was being.

But still... it did have to be uncomfortable; Wesley's pants especially were going to be even more uncomfortable if he slept for any length of time. And Wesley did undress him, after all. Angel wouldn't be doing anything lecherous, he'd just be returning the favour. At least that would be what he would say if asked.

This was a very bad idea, Angel told himself as he undid the buttons on Wesley's shirt and carefully eased it off him. Thankfully Wesley was deep enough asleep that he didn't stir. Doing his best to ignore the sudden desire to run his fingers across Wesley's chest, Angel bypassed the pants for a moment and went to work removing Wesley's shoes and socks. That, at least, seemed like a safe activity.

At least he thought so until he found himself running his thumb lightly over the sensitive skin on Wesley's instep. Angel had it bad.

And he still had Wesley's pants to remove.

Steeling himself as best as he could, Angel carefully undid the button and zipper and pulled the garment off. He did his best to avoid looking, but the scent of their recent activities was even stronger without the barrier of material in the way and that he couldn't avoid.

It called to him, lured him in, told him to forget about practical things. Who could be expected to be practical when they had this laid out in front of them?

Not Angel, apparently, as, resolve broken, he reached out and ran one finger along Wesley's cock. It twitched at his touch and Angel kept doing it, fascinated as he watched it grow full and long under his attention.

Wondering if this had cause a change in Wesley's sleeping expression, Angel looked up and found himself looking straight into open blue eyes.

Angel froze.

Wesley was awake.

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A/N: Wrote this back in 2008, originally posted it on Y!Gallery, but I thought I might as well post it here as well, so all you peeps can see if you want to. It's the first of three one-shots I wrote about this pairing (which I love btw), will probably post the others eventually.

Warning: Features consensual sexual relations between two guys, so if that isn't your cup of tea, then don't read. Criticise my writing all you want, but I don't want any homophobic comments. Don't like, don't read.

Bobby Drake walked in the door to the room he shared with team mate Warren Worthington III. They had just come home from a mission and his back and shoulders ached from the fighting. He quickly shrugged off his uniform jacket and tossed it over the back of the chair standing next to his desk. He didn't even bother to change out of the uniform pants before he slumped down on the bed and let out a content sigh as he folded his hands under his head. He closed his eyes and let some of the tension seep out of his muscles.

He could hear Warren close the door and then his boots walking across the floor. But unlike his former roommate Pyro, that was it. No opening and closing of a Zippo and no snarky comments. Warren really was a great roommate. He was friendly, although he'd been a bit quiet in the beginning, and he didn't set anything on fire. Bobby might miss Pyro at times, but he was glad he had Warren around at least.

The only problem with Warren as a roommate wasn't the guy himself. It was more the fact that Bobby had developed something of a crush on him. He couldn't help himself, there was just something about the guy he found attractive. And here he'd always thought he was straight. But, he was trying to hide those emotions as good as he could though, because it would make living together rather awkward if Warren knew about Bobby's little crush. Bobby figured it would pass with time, it wasn't like he hadn't had crushes before, and they'd all passed eventually.

His musings were interrupted when he heard a small groan from across the room. He opened one eye slowly to look over at his roommate. Warren was standing next to his own bed and seemed to be in the process of taking off his uniform jacket. Bobby wasn't quite sure why that involved groaning.

"You okay?" he said with a hint of a frown on his forehead as he heard another groan from Warren. He opened his other eye as well and rose up on his elbows.

"Yeah…" Warren said, his voicing trailing off. He let the jacket fall to the floor, and Bobby saw what the grunts were caused by. Underneath the jacket Warren wore a white t-shirt, and on the shoulder of that shirt was a tear in the fabric, surrounded by what clearly was blood.

"Dude, you're hurt! Why didn't you say anything?" Bobby got to his feet and took a step closer to Warren. Warren turned around so he was facing him, his shoulder out of Bobby's sight.

"It's nothing really, just a cut." Warren shrugged, but Bobby saw by the sudden tenseness that flowed over his face that it wasn't a small thing. It probably hurt like a bitch, and Warren just didn't want to appear weak or something stupid like that.

"Well, however big it is, you should get it fixed up, and I think that'll be hard on your own. Want me to patch it up? Or you think you need to go to Dr. McCoy and get stitches?" Bobby tried to peer over Warren's shoulder to the wound to see how bad it was.

Warren squirmed a little. "I'll just bandage it myself, it'll be fine."

"Come on, you need to clean it and stuff. Let me help you, that's what I'm here for. Your own personal live-in nurse." Bobby grinned and he saw an answering smile tug on Warren's lips as well.

"Okay then, maybe some help would be nice." He looked at Bobby quietly for a brief moment and then added with a chuckle and a shake of his head, "Nurse Bobby… You wouldn't believe the mental pictures I just got."

Bobby didn't answer, just walked closer to him. "Turn around now, let the nurse do his job." Warren obediently did what he was told and turned around. This was the closest Bobby had been to Warren's wings, and he couldn't help himself and took a moment to admire them. They really were beautiful. He got the sudden urge to let his hand run across them, but pushed that urge in the "forget about it" section of his brain.

He shook his head and bent closer to examine the wound. But through the shirt it was hard to assess the damage. "I think you should maybe drop the shirt, Warren," he said. "I can't see properly through it, and I can't very well bandage you over it either."

Okay, so the fact that this meant he'd see Warren shirtless might also be just a small part of the reason, but really, he did need to take it off if Bobby was to fix him up. The fact that Bobby would get something nice to steal glances at was just a bonus. A very nice bonus.

"Uhm, sure," Warren answered. His hands went around to the back and he grasped the fabric of the t-shirt. With a quick yank accompanied by the sound of Velcro he ripped open the back. There were two strips of Velcro that had been holding the shirt together. One went from the bottom of the hole his left wing came out, trailing down to the bottom of the shirt. The other went down in similar way from his right wing. Bobby hadn't even noticed the Velcro before, being too preoccupied with watching his wings and then the wound. But it shouldn't have surprised him though; it was probably easier fitting a t-shirt around the wings like that than trying to fit the wings into a t-shirt.

Soon Warren pulled the shirt off completely and dropped it to the floor, something that left him naked from the waist up. Bobby almost reached out a hand to stroke his back but he managed to keep himself in check. Do not caress your friend who as far as you knew was as straight as an arrow, Bobby thought to himself. It had to be a sure way to…complicate things.

Bobby focused on the wound on Warren's shoulder instead, like he'd said he would. There were quite a bit of blood, but it seemed mostly dried, and the wound would probably be just fine without stitches.

"It doesn't seem bad, we'll just wash it and dress it and it'll be all fine. I'll just fetch the first-aid stuff and you'll be all good again." Bobby ruffled Warren's hair jokingly, trying to keep the tone between them casual, like between two good friends.

Warren frowned as he heard Bobby talk about a first-aid kit. He couldn't remember ever seeing one. "We have a first-aid kit?" he asked while rubbing a hand through his hair, trying to fix the damage Bobby had done to it.

Bobby shrugged. "Well, it's an old shoebox with some bandages and aspirin mostly. Just so I have it in reach in case something happens. Feels a bit stupid to run down to the medilab every time I cut my finger or whatever."

"Well, that sure is handy now," Warren said and grinned. Bobby certainly was a regular little nurse. All he missed was the outfit.

"Hey, if you didn't know we had this stuff, what had you intended to bandage it with?" Bobby suddenly asked.

Warren's grin turned into a sheepish one. "Well, there's a small chance I hadn't thought that one through all the way."

Bobby rolled his eyes and walked over to his wardrobe. On the top of it was stacked a whole collection of boxes of various sizes. They'd been there ever since Warren moved in here, and he had no idea what they contained. He hadn't really seen the need to explore them.

Bobby seemed to know just which box he needed however, as he reached up, going up on the tops of his toes as he tried to reach one of the boxes placed on the top of the others.

His t-shirt rode up as he stretched, and Warren could see a sliver of pale skin. He bit his lip and looked away. He knew it was wrong, but for a moment he'd gotten the mental image of how it would be to run his tongue over that exposed skin. But he couldn't think those thoughts though. Bobby was his roommate and friend, and he didn't want to ruin that. He knew Bobby wouldn't be feeling the same way, after all, he had been going out with Rogue not that long ago, it was quite obvious that he liked girls. And Warren was many things, but a girl was not one of them.

As Warren was watching him he could see the tips of Bobby's fingers get a grip around the box and he pulled it towards him. But in the process something went wrong, and before Warren could even say anything the box toppled over the edge of the wardrobe, emptying its contents over Bobby's head. Who, obviously startled with the sudden shower of items, stumbled backwards, waved his hands about and went down hard. There was actually an audible thud as his ass connected with the floor, and his face scrunched up in a look of pain.

Warren stepped over to him. "You okay?" he asked softly, not sure if he should comfort the guy or if he could laugh. Because the latter was kinda tempting.

Bobby tentatively opened his eyes and groaned a little. "Yeah… But damned, that floor is just hard!" A sheepish grin crossed his face and Warren weren't all that worried about any permanent damage to Bobby's behind.

"Well, it is hardwood. I mean, did you expect it to be soft?" he said jokingly.

Bobby just chuckled and shook his head. "Naw, but I wish we have carpeted floors like Rogue has—it sure would have been nice now."

Warren rolled his eyes and held out a hand for Bobby, to pull him to his feet. Bobby grabbed it, got to his feet and dropped it again. Warren wished Bobby would just have kept holding it. Just that little moment of skin against skin had him wanting more. It was just so typical of him to fall for a guy who was straight. No way he'd ever have a chance there.

"I think I made a mess," Bobby suddenly stated, pulling Warren out of his musings. Warren followed his gaze to the floor and all the objects that were scattered there. It seemed like Bobby had filled his little first-aid kit with quite a few objects. And here Warren had expected him to just have some Band-Aid and painkillers.

Oh, he had both of those as well, but in addition Warren saw toothpicks, paper tissue, disinfectant, what appeared to be an empty box of some hair goo, and a rather extensive collection of what was undeniable condoms. His eyebrow quirked as Bobby hunched down and started scooping everything back into the box. It was probably leftovers from Bobby's earlier relationship with Rogue, at least the boy knew to stay safe. Cookie for him.

Bobby soon had all the stuff back in the box and settled it on his bed. He patted the mattress next to it. "Why don't you sit down and I'll fix it. I just need to fetch a cloth first, you're all bloody and stuff."

Warren did as Bobby told him, casting a quick glance after him as he walked into the adjoining bathroom. His gaze went to his ass, all by its own accord. Bobby sure did look good in those leather pants. They were all tight, clinging to his features in a very good way.

As Bobby came back into the room, wet washcloth in hand, Warren let his gaze drop to the floor. He felt the mattress droop next to him as Bobby crept up on it.

"I'll try and be careful, but just scream out if it hurts, okay?" Bobby said. Warren just nodded in return, and moments later he felt the moist cloth touch his skin softly.

Bobby started by washing away the blood the furthest from the wound, slowly working his way closer to the source of blood. He was being as careful as he could as the cloth touched the tear in Warren's skin, but Warren still hissed.

The edges of the wound were ragged, and Bobby had no idea what had made it, but it sure as hell looked painful. He got the sudden urge to lean in and blow on it, just to make it better. But, Warren would very likely find that rather odd, so he just finished what he was doing, keeping his freaky urges to himself.

Afterwards he tossed the cloth in the direction of the bathroom, figuring that he'd pick it up later. He reached for some disinfectant and the bandages and set both next to him.

"This is going to sting," he warned as he opened the bottle of disinfectant and applied some of it onto the wound. With the way the wound looked, and not knowing what it came from, Bobby figured it would be best to make sure it didn't get infected.

Another sharp hiss escaped from Warren's lips, and Bobby could see his shoulder tense up as the cool liquid flowed over the wound. But Warren didn't complain, he just sat and waited for Bobby as he made the bandages ready and fastened them over the wound, making sure they were secure and wouldn't fall off.

His fingers lingered for a moment longer than they needed to, and he brushed them gently over the soft skin of Warren's shoulder before he even realised what he was doing. He pulled away his hand as if he'd gotten stung by a bee. His cheeks grew red as he racked his brain for something to say to relieve the sudden tension in the room.

"Well, uhm, so, I'm all…done," he said, flinching slightly as the words left his mouth. That was probably as far from suave as one could come.

"Thanks," Warren said, turning around slightly so that their eyes met. Bobby hoped Warren wouldn't notice that he was still flushed, both from embarrassment, and a little bit from the fact that Warren was sitting so very close to him.

Warren's eyes were so magnificently blue, and for a moment Bobby just stared into them, completely captivated. Warren's lips parted, like he was about to say something, but not a single word passed those perfect lips of his. But now that Bobby's attention had dropped to them he just couldn't seem to draw it away. He just wanted to lean in and capture those lips in a kiss. But he couldn't, he didn't want to be rejected like he was certain he would be.

Warren absentmindedly rubbed his arm and felt goosebumps he hadn't even noticed until now. The silence in the room was heavy, but he just didn't know what to say to break it. Bobby and he never used to have trouble finding anything to talk about, but now, sitting so close to one another—something was different between them and he just couldn't put his finger on it.

Warren let his hand drop from his arm and lowered his gaze to his lap. He had to say something, but for the moment it seemed like his brain had turned to goo, making it impossible to come up with anything resembling words. He rolled his bottom lip into his mouth and bit down on it. Why did he have to get a crush on his roommate, why make things so damned complicated for himself?

He let go of his lip and lifted his eyes again, hoping that his brain would kick-start all by itself. He met Bobby's blue eyes, and something kick-started alright.

He wasn't sure how it happened, who initiated it, but, seconds later he suddenly found his lips smashed up against Bobby's. He had no idea if it was him kissing Bobby or Bobby kissing him—but that didn't matter. All that mattered was the cool lips pressed against his own.

He would have never imagined that Bobby's lips would be cold, but given the guy's powers maybe he shouldn't be that surprised. It wasn't uncomfortable—far from it—it was just different, in a very good way.

Warren turned his body towards Bobby and tilted his head slightly to the side, deepening the kiss. His head was spinning, none of his thoughts making any sense.

He hesitated for a moment, then lifted his hand, planting it in Bobby's hair and running his fingers through it. Then he could feel Bobby's hand resting against his side, his fingers cold enough to evoke a trail of goosebumps. Warren wrapped his other arm around Bobby's neck, pulling him closer. He needed this, wanted this, ached for this, and had done for ages.

Bobby couldn't help it and moaned into the kiss. This was everything he'd ever dreamed of and more. Warren's lips were so soft, as were the skin underneath his hands that rested on Warren's sides.

Slowly he slid his hands across the expanse of Warren's chest and abdomen, touching every inch of the exposed skin. He eagerly opened his lips when Warren's tongue slid over his lips, begging for entrance. How could he ever deny him anything, when his entire body screamed out for this?

Somehow Bobby found himself lying on his back, Warren above him. Their lips were still fused together, their hands travelling over each other's bodies. They hadn't spoken a single word since this started, they didn't need to. This was all about touch and lust and wants.

Suddenly Warren's lips left his, but only to travel down his neck. A trail of soft kisses that ended at the neckline of his t-shirt. Then Warren pulled away. Bobby opened his eyes and looked at him, trying to figure out what was going on, why Warren had stopped kissing him.

Warren was sitting on his knees next to him, his eyes locked on his face. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he said, his voice slightly raspy, and his eyes hooded.

Bobby sat up a little and leaned back on his elbows. A grin crossed his face. "I bet I've wanted you for longer," he said, earning a raised eyebrow from Warren.

"Is that so?"

"Oh yes."

"Well, I bet I want you more," Warren said, a mischievous grin very unlike him crossing his face. He swung one leg over Bobby's body and ended up straddling his hips. Bobby's eyes widened as Warren let his hand glide over his stomach to the edge of his t-shirt. His hands were so incredibly warm as they made their way under the fabric and up his abdomen, pulling the t-shirt away as he went.

Bobby lifted his back off the mattress just long enough for Warren to pull it off him. The shirt got tossed away into some corner and then Warren leaned in and kissed the newly exposed skin. Bobby's skin was pale and soft, and his body well-toned after hours in the Danger Room. A small line of dark hairs trailed from his bellybutton to disappear into his leather pants, and Warren let a finger gently trace over it.

He wanted to touch every inch of skin, wanted to taste every inch, and he started at Bobby's collarbone. He kissed down one peck and when he reached the pink nipple he let his tongue swirl around it. Bobby hissed and arched off the bed, but Warren just kept on going, planting kisses down Bobby's chest and stomach until he reached the top of his pants. Then he sat back on his haunches while letting his hands linger on Bobby's stomach, tracing small circles across it.

Bobby rested his hands on Warren's thighs, mirroring the circles Warren was making with his own little circles. Circles that started low on his thighs and then ascended higher and higher. The leather of Warren's uniform was smooth and warm under his fingers, and the muscles underneath the leather well-defined. Bobby smirked and moved his hands upwards, trailing over Warren's stomach and chest. He still couldn't believe that this was really happening, that Warren and he were doing this, that Warren actually liked him like that (something that it was quite obvious he did, judging by the bulge in his pants).

Warren grinned, and there were a look in his eyes Bobby hadn't seen before, it as almost…predatory? He wasn't sure what he'd call it, but he sure as hell liked it.

Just as Bobby decided that he wanted to taste Warren's lips again Warren slid further down on his thighs. His hands rested on Bobby's hips, but only for a moment, and then they slowly snaked their way towards the bulge in his pants. Bobby bit down on his bottom lip as Warren slid his thumb over the crotch of the pants. Even if the fabric was thick he could feel it, and bucked his hips in response.

It didn't take long before Warren had opened the fly of the pants and tugged them down just far enough so he could pull Bobby's member from its confinement. Bobby thought for a moment he'd come then and there when Warren's warm hands closed around it.

"Oh God," he hissed.

Warren's fingers circled Bobby's cock, and then he let his hand slide slowly up and down the length. Bobby's head leaned back against the pillow and his eyes clenched shut. Warren could hear faint groans and mumbled word come from his mouth, not loud enough that he could actually make out the words, but he doubted Bobby was saying anything coherent anyways. He knew he wouldn't be able to if he tried.

Warren leaned in and attached his mouth to the skin on Bobby's neck. Slowly he let his tongue slide over Bobby's collarbone, tasting the skin. It was a slightly salty flavour with the hint of sweat—leftovers from the earlier fight—and Warren loved it, he found it utterly arousing.

His hand was moving in the same slow rhythm as before as his lips sough out Bobby's. He needed to kiss him, needed to be close to him, to taste and feel and just…enjoy.

"Bobby…" he mumbled into the kiss and his hand on Bobby's cock moved just a little bit faster. Bobby broke the kiss with a gasp and bucked into Warren's hand.

"Warren, you need to stop or I'm gonna ruin this all too soon," Bobby stuttered.

Warren gave him one last stroke and rolled over to lie on his back next to Bobby. "We certainly don't want you to ruin anything too soon, that's for sure."

Bobby turned his body towards Warren and let one hand idly stroke his abs. "I never thought you would ever have wanted me like this," he said.

Warren turned his head towards him, meeting his eyes. "I've wanted you for ages." He grinned. "But I had no idea you liked guys, what with Rogue and all, so I didn't think I had a chance."

Bobby stroked his hand lower and cupped Warren through his pants. "Oh, I like both, or at least, I like you" he whispered and leaned in for a quick kiss.

That quick kiss turned into a lengthy make out session which brought with it lots of touching and tugging on pants. But, tight leather pants were not the easiest object to get off when your hands alternated between tugging and caressing. In the end they just gave up, rolled out of bed and undressed by themselves. The moment their pants and boxers hit the ground their lips met in a bruising kiss and their hands started to explore the newly exposed planes of skin.

Bobby wrapped his arms around Warren's neck, pulling him flush against his body, pressing their erections together. Warren groaned and moved his lips along Bobby's neck to his shoulder as he snaked one hand around Bobby's waist to his back where he for the moment let it rest lightly on one buttock while he nibbled on Bobby's neck.

Bobby felt Warren's teeth press gently into the skin of his shoulder, just enough to mark him, not bruise, and he moaned loudly. God, it felt so good when he did that, just that little hint of pain sent sparks through his body.

Bobby pressed himself against Warren, rubbed himself against his erection. "I want you, Warren," he said, "I want you so bad." He wasn't sure how to tell him what he really wanted, something he'd been thinking about for quite a while but not really wanting to admit to himself. He wanted to be taken.

"I want you too, Bobby."

"Please, Warren, fuck me, I want to…feel you…inside." His voice was thick and hesitant, like he wasn't sure if he should say it aloud or not, like he was embarrassed to ask for it.

Warren let his fingers trace down Bobby's back, starting at his shoulders and ending just above his ass. He let them rest there while he leaned in and nibbled on Bobby's earlobe.

"You sure about this?" he whispered, his fear of rejection roaring up like it always did.

"Oh God, yesss!" Bobby hissed, and there was no doubt in his voice. His roommate wanted to be fucked by him just as much as Warren wanted to fuck him. He couldn't believe his luck.

Warren lifted two fingers to his mouth and left a generous amount of saliva on them as he slowly pulled them out. Bobby's eyes seemed transfixed on his mouth as he did it, and Warren couldn't help but to grin slightly as he brought the two fingers behind Bobby's back where he moistened the small puckered opening with the saliva. When he was satisfied he slowly pressed one finger into it, being as gentle as he could. Bobby drew a quick breath, but didn't say anything to stop him, so Warren continued, pressing the finger further in, preparing Bobby. Bobby might not be a virgin in the traditional sense, having had sex with Rogue, but when it came to this, being with a guy, he was just as much a virgin as Warren was.

Bobby clenched his eyes shut and leaned his forehead against Warren's shoulder as he felt Warren's finger press its way inside him. It was…weird. Not bad, maybe a little painful—but not something he wouldn't survive—it was just…unlike anything he'd experienced before. He'd never had anyone do this to him, but lately he'd dreamt about it, how it would be to have Warren slam into him, fill him up completely. But it certainly was an unusual feeling, pain and pleasure and lust all mixing together.

Soon he felt another finger at his entrance, and it joined the first one, stretching him. He knew that Warren's cock would be even thicker than those two fingers, but right now he wasn't even sure it was physically possible, two fingers seemed more than thick enough to fill him up completely.

But still, he wanted this so badly, to be with Warren, to feel Warren inside, to just give in to his urges and wants and lust. He had no idea how long he'd actually wanted this, when he started seeing Warren as more than a friend. Probably ages ago, he had just had some problems actually accepting the fact. He'd always considered himself straight, and had very much enjoyed being with Rogue, as long as that lasted. But then Warren and he got closer and it just…happened. He started seeing Warren in a way he'd never seen any of his other male friends before. He started to question himself, if he had these feelings, how could he then be straight? In the end he just decided that he was bi—just to stop thinking about it. He accepted the way he felt about Warren, but never had he thought that would actually lead to anything, but tonight it finally had, and Bobby was not going to back down now.

He took a deep breath and tried to relax, but just as soon as he had Warren's fingers left him, leaving him feeling strangely empty. He opened heavy eyelids and found that Warren was on the other side of the room, rummaging through a chest of drawers. Bobby frowned and cleared his throat.

"Why the hell are you suddenly all the way over there?" he asked. It came out ruder than he'd intended, but he missed Warren's touch already and saw no reason for Warren to be doing anything else right now.

Warren peaked over his shoulder, a grin flashing across his face. "Oh, I'm just looking for something. Back in a sec."

Bobby just stared at his roommate and soon to be lover and tried his best not to drool. Seeing Warren naked, hunched over the drawer, was such a turn-on, he looked absolutely breathtaking. With a smirk he stalked over towards Warren. He just couldn't wait for him to finish whatever it was he was doing.

As Warren rose, Bobby grabbed his shoulder to pull him closer and pressed his lips against him almost forcefully. His tongue made its way inside Warren's warm mouth and explored every inch of it thoroughly.

Warren in return grabbed Bobby's hips and pulled them flush against his own. Their erections again pressed against each other as their lips and tongues danced.

Bobby wound his arms around Warren's neck and pushed him backwards against the wall, their lips fused together.

For a while they just stood there, kissing and caressing each other, taking their time. But then things started to intensify again. Erections were grinding against each others, teeth were nibbling on skin and hands were getting rougher and more demanding. They both wanted more.

"Warren, I…I…" Bobby again tried to express his wants, but the words caught in his throat. He screwed his eyes shut for a moment, taking a deep breath. "Warren, I want you, now."

Warren kissed Bobby's closed eyelids gently. "You ready for this? I don't want to hurt you."

"Yes," Bobby whispered as he opened his eyes. "I want this, I need this. Need you."

Bobby's hand suddenly circled Warren's member, and Warren bucked his hips while his hand patted along the wall, trying to find the chest of drawers and the object he'd retrieved from it a short while ago. He'd dropped it somewhere on the top of it, and now he found it next to the lamp it had rolled up against. Warren smiled as his hand closed around the small bottle of body lotion, some sample he'd gotten when last buying his deodorant. He'd seen no need for it then and just stuffed it into the drawer with his other stuff, but now he knew just the perfect use for it. He didn't exactly have any lube lying around (although he would probably have to think about buying some soon) and the lotion would hopefully work for the same purpose. He wanted to make this as pain free for Bobby as possible, he hated the thought of hurting him, but he really wanted him too.

Bobby's eyes widened slightly as he spotted the bottle, but then he looked up at Warren, and a soft smile graced his lips before his they crashed against his again. The kiss was so intense it was as if they melted into one being consisting of nothing but lust and want and passion. Bobby couldn't help but to moan into the kiss. He had never been this turned on before. It felt like the smallest caress would make him come.

There was a small sound as Warren flipped open the lid of the lotion. "Turn around," Warren said with a husky voice.

Bobby swallowed hard once before he did as Warren had said and turned around, facing the wall. He leaned his hands against it and bit down on his bottom lip. His eyes were screwed shut and he concentrated fully on the hand now stroking gently over the small of his back.

"Just call out if you want me to stop, if you regret this or something, okay?" Warren said. He couldn't help but to make sure once again. He didn't want to ruin anything between them by doing something Bobby didn't really want.

"There's no way I'll regret this, Warren, I want it too bad." Bobby's voice was thick with what Warren believed was lust, and the tone pushed his insecurities to the back of his brain. He gently kissed Bobby's shoulder blade once and then poured a small dollop of lotion on the fingers of his right hand. First he smeared the creamy liquid over his aching member, and then he moved his hand to Bobby, gently preparing him.

When he thought Bobby was as ready as he would ever be Warren moved his left hand to Bobby's hip and used the other to guide himself to his opening.

Bobby's hands clenched into fists as he felt the tip of Warren's erection press against his opening. He tried to relax, but it was hard. He'd wanted this for too long and he was too nervous and tense.

Then he felt a warm breath against his neck. Warren's lips were lingering against the skin, occasionally leaving soft kisses. Bobby took a deep breath and unclenched his hands. "Now, Warren, please."

His breath stuck in his throat when Warren moved forward, his length finding its way inside Bobby, filling him in a way he'd never been filled before. It hurt, but not as bad as he had imagined. Warren took it slowly, not thrusting but easing his way in.

Not before he was fully inside did Bobby remember to breathe again. His ass burned, not used to this kind of intrusion, but then slowly Warren started to move, something that made him rub over the most delicious of places inside Bobby. His lips parted and he breathed heavily as sparks of pleasure travelled through his body.

Warren's fingers were digging into Bobby's hips, and Bobby wouldn't be surprised if he'd see bruises from it in the morning. But what a delicious way to get bruises.

Warren was thrusting faster and harder now, and each thrust sent both guys closer to heaven. Warren couldn't believe how hot this was, to hear Bobby panting and moaning as he pounded into him. The muscles Bobby's back were rippling every time he squirmed and it just made Warren even more turned on. Which he, at this point, hadn't thought was possible. Warren wanted this to last all night, but with the way Bobby's inner muscles were clamping down on his cock he knew he wouldn't be able to last as long as he wanted to.

He moved his hand away from Bobby's hips to wrap around his cock. If he was going to come then so was Bobby. No one was going to call Warren a selfish lover, that was for sure. Every thrust of his hips was now accompanied by a stroke of his hand over Bobby's length.

Bobby was finding it hard to breathe again. Pleasure was building low in his body with every stroke of Warren's hand. His eyes were clenched shut and he was moaning Warren's name, urging him to go faster.

Warren had no problem following the commands Bobby was moaning and upped his pace. Even now, in the middle of sex, Bobby's body temperature was cool, much cooler than Warren who was feeling hot and sweaty. But it wasn't uncomfortable bucket-of-ice-water-over-your-dick cold, more like a cool breeze on a hot day. A breeze that wrapped around his cock and squeezed.

Reluctantly he stopped his thrusting. His cock was still deep inside Bobby as he leaned closer and whispered into his ear, "Come for me, Bobby." His hand was stroking up and down Bobby's length, his thumb occasionally stroking softly over the head of his cock. It didn't take long this he heard Bobby gasp and shoot his load over Warren's hands. In the throes of his orgasm Bobby's muscles clamped down on Warren's dick again, and it only took a couple of thrusts before Warren was coming too, seemingly harder than he'd ever come before.

His legs were weak and it felt like they would just give out under him any moment. He was utterly spent and satisfied and it was a wonder he even managed to pull himself out of Bobby and walk the couple of steps over to the bed with Bobby on tow. The couple collapsed down on the soft mattress with satisfied sighs. Warren reached out for his discarded t-shirt, dried Bobby's come of his hand and turned back towards Bobby.

Warren didn't think he would ever manage to get out of this bed again, but as long as Bobby was there next to him that was perfectly okay with him. This had been the most mind-blowing sex of his life and he very much intended to do that again. When he could move his limbs again that was. Lazily he turned towards Bobby and looked at him through hooded eyes. He could see a soft smile on Bobby's lips. Warren leaned over and kissed him softly before closing his eyes and let himself slowly drift into sleep.

Bobby curled one arm possessively around Warren, fingers brushing up against soft feathers. He wasn't sure what would happen now, but he knew he was not letting Warren go. Warren made a small sound in the back of his throat and relaxed into Bobby's grip before curling one hand around Bobby's waist, keeping his arm locked around him. Wrapped up around each other they feel asleep.


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#37 - futtef (01/07/2013) [-]
MFW I don't even know what Cheetos are since they don't them in Europe.
User avatar #105 to #37 - liamzorg (01/07/2013) [-]
Wotsits dude
User avatar #104 to #37 - pureevil (01/07/2013) [-]
Here in Denmark we have a version called "Ostepops". Quite nice, I've tasted both, and I gotta say, I like Ostepops better, but meh, that's just me.
#89 to #37 - picklefcker (01/07/2013) [-]
true cheetos are meants to be the crunchy roasted ones, not the thick filled with air cheetos. Puffy cheetos just suck, crunchy thick cheetos hmmmmm and no they are sadly not in europe:( i miss them
User avatar #85 to #37 - daentraya (01/07/2013) [-]
In denmark i once saw a Kims bag of cheetos. Not that it's uncommon, its just that the cheeto was wearing a fancy hat and mustache
#81 to #37 - anonymous poster (01/07/2013) [-]
They do them in ireland and the uk, not sure about the rest of europe
User avatar #66 to #37 - mycatislookingatme (01/07/2013) [-]
User avatar #59 to #37 - lafuriaroja (01/07/2013) [-]
Yes they do... Ive had them in Spain countless times
#58 to #37 - anonymous poster (01/07/2013) [-]
I think you just accidentally the whole sentence
#53 to #37 - urgnnahaveabadtime (01/07/2013) [-]
i live in europe, i buy em sometimes
#52 to #37 - anonymous poster (01/07/2013) [-]
Holland is in Europe, and we have them here.
#55 to #52 - futtef (01/07/2013) [-]
I'm in holland once a week to buy weed but I never have been in one of your supermarkets, well JUMBO once but just to buy coke.
User avatar #70 to #55 - mystifizinski (01/07/2013) [-]
in germany we dont have cheetos.
User avatar #57 to #55 - noisia (01/07/2013) [-]
I drove to Amsterdam with my friends for a 4 day weekend from the UK. Didn't take too long. The downside was that police stopped us on our way home and took our C5 Pioneer that we got from the Dampkring.
How d'you get yours back?
#88 to #57 - futtef (01/07/2013) [-]
What do you mean how do you get it back? You don't, lol. And where did they catch you? Dutch cops normally aren't much interested in your weed. Just try to find a good place to hide it, like under your balls (not kidding). A friend of mine always hides his weed in his car's windscreen wiper water tank (don't know if that's the right word, just looked it up xD ).
But the good thing when living just 5 minutes from Dutch border is that I know the rat runs where the police never checks.
User avatar #117 to #88 - noisia (01/07/2013) [-]
They caught us about 5 miles out of Amsterfdam.
We're going back in March, so we might try the windscreen wiper tank trick.
Thanks, futtef. Have a thumb.
#119 to #117 - futtef (01/08/2013) [-]
I just talked with a friend of mine who earned some money as a smalltime dealer in his younger years. He told me that his bosses often got their weed in holland, they had 3-5 people who each brought one package à 2kg across the border every few days. They hid their stuff somewhere in the car's interior, he didn't know where exactly. But the clue was that they mixed butyric acid with water and sprinkled the packages with it so that it was impossible for drug dogs to smell it.
Btw, as far as I know the Dutch changed their law so that coffee shops don't sell weed to non-members anymore, and to become a member you must have Dutch citizenship, lol. So you and your friends should look for some Moroccans in Amsterdam.
Anyway, good luck to you and your homies, bro. :D
User avatar #120 to #119 - noisia (01/09/2013) [-]
Thanks man. Apparantly, the law has been revoked. I was there in November and it was all good.
Never heard that butyric acid trick before. Might be worth looking into.
#121 to #120 - futtef (01/09/2013) [-]
afaik the law was only active in the districts along the German border until 31.12.2012, as of 01.01.2013 it should be country wide. Pretty sure it is currently in effect.
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#47 to #45 - futtef (01/07/2013) [-]
looking at them peanut flips would be the closest that comes to my mind though I don't like peanut flips. ^.^
#40 to #37 - cupcakedevourer (01/07/2013) [-]
That feel.
That feel.
#39 to #37 - anonymous poster (01/07/2013) [-]
It's about the same thing as Cheese Doodles, if you have those wherever you live.
#43 to #39 - futtef (01/07/2013) [-]
No, in Germany we don't have those.
#38 to #37 - yentabear ONLINE (01/07/2013) [-]
i know your pain
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