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Goddess of Eire

The bus ground to a halt, its air brakes hissing loudly and the tour guide arose, proudly announcing, "Welcome to Achill Island."

Erynne Herlihy wished that he would just shut up. The noises of the clanky diesel bus, the utterances of the other passengers and his loud booming voice didn't belong here. Not in Ireland and certainly not in this absolutely beautiful spot, the gorgeous and spiritual Achill Island. I can't believe that I'm really here!

Ireland was so far away from Boston, so far away from the taunts and jabs of her old classmates, so far away from her recently deceased parents. Tears stung her eyes as she thought of them and the horrific accident that had taken their lives. They had been her protectors and her friends. They had comforted her when she had come home crying because of the teasing she'd had to endure at the hands of her classmates. They're just jealous of your beautiful hair, Rynn. Her dad had said. And they'll never be as beautiful as you are.

She blinked rapidly and stared at the reflection in the dusty glass. She wasn't what you would call beautiful. Her smooth, pale skin was peppered with freckles and her red hair overpowered her deep green eyes. You're a Herlihy and you have the blessing of the Irish. Her mother's words burned in her mind. Blessing, indeed!

"Uh, miss?" Erynne looked up. "Are you ill?"

"No, sorry." She brushed past the tour guide, ignoring him as he tried to catch a glimpse of her 36Cs and stepped out of the bus.

Home. There was no other word that she could find to describe the feeling that she felt as her feet touched Irish soil. A fine breeze washed over her as she took in the beauty of the surroundings; the emerald hills and valleys, the deep azure of the rolling sea and the creamy foam crashing onto the dark rocks took her breath away and she felt her pain fading away.

"Erynne." She turned at the sound of her name and found herself alone, gazing across the water. The group from the tour bus had gathered around the tour guide, raptly listening as he mechanically spouted facts about the island and the driver was talking an old woman nearby. None of them could have spoken to her. She shook her head and turned back to the water.

The sunlight played on the surface of the water, reflecting the gold flecks in her eyes and bathing her soul in light. "Erynne." She blinked, suddenly feeling light-headed. Below her, the calm waters seemed to churn and come alive. "Erynne, you are one of us." She breathed deeply, feeling, no, tasting the essence of the air. She felt the urge to raise her arms, to bless and take the blessings of the land and the sea, to become one with the wind.

"Holy Shit! Look at that!"

The bus driver's exclamation brought the tourists running to her side, elbowing her aside to see the group of silvery dolphins who were now frolicking in the bay below. A disoriented Erynne stumbled out of the way, shaking the confusion off as the driver's eyes met hers. He looked her up and down, then returned to the dolphins, who were now departing as quickly as they had appeared. She knew that what he was thinking was what she already knew.

Somehow, she had called those dolphins. She knew it with the same certainty that she'd heard the voice calling her name. What's happening to me?

The bus took them to the hotel for lunch and an afternoon of rest after an entire morning of bumpy bus travel. Erynne felt that she was back in Boston again. When she'd gotten on the bus, everything suddenly went silent and all eyes were on here. No doubt, the bus driver had told them that she was some kind of witch and they were now all wary of being near her. She had retreated to her seat and sat quietly, watching the Irish landscape speed by. At the hotel, she'd taken her luggage and immediately repaired to her room, tears in her eyes.

"I'm so stupid."

A shower and dinner didn't seem to raise her spirits. She despaired that she was in Ireland and was as miserable here as she was in Boston. She had failed and failed miserably. Sorry, Mom and Dad. She curled up in the big bed, sobbing until the mists of the Emerald Isle soothed her to sleep.

The mist seemed to wake her. She felt the tang of the salty sea in her nostrils and the caress of the ocean on her skin. It felt so good, so welcoming that she wanted more of it. She loosened the robe of her belt and shrugged it off, letting the refreshing breeze stroke her naked body. Her rosy nipples rose and hardened and her pussy pulsed as the wind blew across it.

She groaned deeply.

"Erynne." The voice again, deep and soothing, assailed her senses. "You are one of us. Let me show you."

She blinked sleepily as the gauzy blinds whipped in the sudden gust and the candles that she had lit earlier winked out. The encroaching mist thickened, moving closer to the bed. She groggily watched as the water-thickened air whirled and twisted into a form, clearing as he strode forward, his dark brown eyes fastened on her.

"Who are you?"

"I am the God of the Temple. I have been waiting for you."

"Me? How could you be waiting for me when I've never been here before?"

"Let me show you."

It should have frightened her. She should have been scared out of her mind but she wasn't. She couldn't explain why but all she felt was a sense of longing, a sense of emptiness and loss. She knew that he could and would fill that void. She opened her arms to him.

His touch was feathery at first, as soft as the mist he was formed from; warm, stroking fingers touched her forehead, rounded her cheeks and slid across her lips. His hand moved down, one finger running from her chin to the hollow of her throat. She gasped at the coolness of his touch and the answering fire that followed. His touch moved down her chest and his other hand joined, both encircling, then cupping her breasts. His nails lightly scraped along the sensitive undersides, drawing a loud moan from her.

They moved up and around, flitting over her tingling buds, pinching and pulling on them until she was panting, her body aching with need. He only smiled as he continued the delicious torment, squeezing the globes with his firm touch. She was enjoying it so much that she almost didn't feel ones of his hands drifting over her abdomen. He nudged her legs further apart and without a warning, sunk a finger in her soaked slit.

She cried out, unable to restrain her emotions as he kept stroking her virgin slit. Her hands clamped onto his upper arms as yet another finger entered her. The breath caught in her throat, her body jerking, her toes curling. Again, he smiled, pulling on a nipple and thrusting in at the same time. She gasped, then screamed as an orgasm rocked her to the core. Her pussy clenched tightly around his fingers, thick pussy juice pumping out as she lay paralyzed with pleasure.

He leaned over her, a smile on his handsome face. "Now sleep. All will be answered later."

And she slept.

The next morning, she set out on her own, determined to escape the blatant stares and whispered gossip of the other tourists.

Achill was so beautiful that she could decide where she wanted to go first but late afternoon found her at Bunnafreeva  Lough, a small lake surrounded by high grassy cliffs. It was so quiet that chills rode down her spine but so beautiful that her heart sang with joy. This would be a perfect place for a picnic. She opened her pack and pulled out a bag of crisps, a juice box and a packet of jerky that she'd bought at the hotel gift shop and ate while the clouds peacefully scudded by.

Finally, Erynne laid back in the comforting arms of the sun-warmed grass, closing her eyes and smiling at the soft caress of the wind. Why couldn't the world be like this?

"Because the spirits live here."

Erynne jerked awake, sitting up and staring into another set of emerald eyes. The woman's waist-length black hair swayed gently in the wind, the fabric of her delicate gown shimmering in the sunlight. Her soft features spread into a smile and she leaned down and offered a hand to help Erynne stand.

"You're real!"

"Why, of course, I am, dear girl. Did you think me a ghost?"

Erynne felt stupid. "Uh, no, but ... "

"I see. You're not used to communicating with your mind." The woman gave a small nod and smiled again. This time, her lovely pink lips moved. "My name is Melania. I am the Priestess of the Temple. Welcome."

"Uh, thanks."

"Well, we should be going."

"Going? Going where?"

"Were you not told?"

"Obviously not." Erynne took a long pull on her juice and gazed out across the lake. "Everything's such a mystery ... "

"Such as the dolphins that you called yesterday?"

She turned to the woman. "You know about that?"

"Of course. All of us feel the call of the Goddess."

"The what?"

Melania shook her head. "I am very dismayed that Iverna did not educate you before bringing you here."

"You knew my mother?"

"Why, of course."

"Then you would have known that she's dead!"

Melania stepped back, both at the anger in Erynne's words and the truth in them. "Oh, no! Please tell me that you are lying!"

"She and my father died in a car accident almost a year ago. I only came here because I saw it on the Internet." Erynne watched as the woman digested the information. "Mom didn't have a chance to tell me anything."

When Melania's head raised, crystalline jewels of tears sparkled in her gem-like eyes. "Then our fair Eireland is lost."

"Ireland is lost? How? Why?"

"What do you think makes our country so beautiful?" Erynne did not answer. "The spirit of our people. We give our essence to the land and it blesses us with its beauty."

"Then why is it lost?"

"Each year, the Goddess returns to bless the land. Without this blessing, it is lost."

Erynne turned and took in her surroundings. She had never seen grass so green or water so tranquil and blue. Even the air seemed other-worldly, heavy with mist and fragrant with the rich scent of the earth. Home. Something inside her had called her to this island. Something that had called her just as she had called the dolphins. It must have called to her mother, too, for she had returned every year. Home.

"I will bless the land."

Melania smiled. "I had hoped, prayed that you would say that. The Goddess must always choose to bless the land of her own free will."

She took a deep breath. "I was supposed to be the next goddess, wasn't I?"

Melania nodded, still smiling. "Are you ready to go, Erynne of the Isle?"

A shiver moved through her at the woman's words. "Yes. I am ready."

Erynne took a deep breath and laid still on the stone slab, her eyes closed as Melania had requested.

The Priestess had brought her here, a moss-laden cavern deep within Achill's hills. The sound of running water echoed in the cavern and sunlight reflected onto the ceiling with sparkling green triangles that gave everything an eerie glow. Erynne thought she had never seen anything more breathtaking until she watched Melania open her robe and drop it to the floor. Her body was beautiful. High, rose-tipped breasts, lush curves and a dark, furry pussy met her startled gaze.

"You must undress."

"What, me?"

"The Goddess must always renew the blessing as she was born to the earth."

"But ... " She looked at Melania, her eyes sweeping the woman's perfect form. "I ... "

"Do not be worried that you are not perfect." Melania's soothing voice flowed through her mind. "The earth does not require perfection of the body. The earth requires perfection of the soul."

Erynne took a deep breath and reached for the hem of her lambswool sweater. It rolled gently over her body, shoulders, then released her head, leaving only her cream-colored bra. Melania took the sweater and patiently waited as Erynne stripped the bra and placed it in her hands. Finally, the jeans and panties went, followed by her sneakers and socks. Now, she was naked.

"Your watch."

Erynne unclasped the watch and handed it over, then reached up to remove the only other piece of jewelry that adorned her body.

"No!" Erynne paused, looking up at Melania. "Do not remove the symbol of the Goddess."

Erynne dropped her hands, her fingers rubbing over the cloisonné shamrock that rested between her breasts. Her mother had given her this trinket when she was a child and had replaced the gold chain each time she had grown out of it. Oh, Mom!

"Step into the pool."

The pool of dark blue water was warm, spotlighted by a lone circle of sunlight. She slid into its welcoming depths and was surprised when Melania joined her. The dark-haired woman crossed the space between them and placed her lips carefully over Erynne's mouth. At first, she was stunned at the sensations that ripped through her body. A woman is kissing me! Melania's soft lips moved over hers, their firmness letting her know who was in charge and Erynne secretly breathed a sigh of relief as Melania grabbed her head and pressed her lips closer.

A series of small, warm and wet shocks exploded in her pussy. She moaned, both in passion and in fear, but continued to allow the woman to plunder her mouth and accepted her inquisitive tongue. Melania's eyes were dark as she pulled back. "You will be expected to conquer the Six Stones before the Initiation. Please allow me to wash you."

Erynne could offer no refusal. Her body was still tingling from Melania's gentle touch and she felt as free as one of the gulls that wheeled above the bay outside. The priestess produced a cake of sweet-smelling soap, lilac or gardenia, and proceeded to wash her body. Just when she thought Melania was done, the woman pulled her onto her lap, her back crushing Melania's soft breasts.

"First, you must bless the sacred pool."

Melania's lips moved along the stalk of her neck, lips pressing and rubbing along Erynne's alabaster skin while her hands smoothed every inch of freckled flesh that she could touch. The younger woman writhed in joy as her skin was massaged, rubbed and pinched. Erynne laid her head back against Melania's shoulder, pushing against her as one of the priestess's fingers slid into her hole and the other tweaked one of her nipples.

"Oh, yes!" Erynne felt something arise in her that she'd never felt before. Maybe it was the swirling current of the water, the contact of her skin against Melania's or the feeling of a finger in her virgin pussy but she felt as if she was going to burst. Melania thrust another finger into her pussy, still pressing an arm across her middle as her mouth licked and bit her neck.

She felt her orgasm approaching and shouted as her pussy pulsed as she arched against Melania, not hearing the whispered words that the priestess spoke. It was the first time she had felt her body respond like this and she hoped it wasn't the last time. Erynne relaxed against Melania, her heart thundering in her chest.

"Blessed be the Goddess of the pool."

Melania had helped her out of the pool and had bade her to lay on the cool granite slab, freshly washed and sexually sated, awaiting the Ceremony of the Six Stones. A deep humming rumbled through the cave, making the granite thrum under her skin. Erynne fought to keep her eyes closed, remembering Melania's instructions.

"You may open your eyes, goddess."

Six women had entered the cavernous chamber, each one naked and smiling down upon her. Erynne felt that they were all connected with Melania. Each placed their palms together and raised them to the unseen sky.

"I am Aideen, named for the Goddess of Beauty." This short woman at her immediate left had her characteristics: bright, red hair, piercing green eyes and a plethora of freckles. She moved forward, tucked her finger into her bright red pussy and smeared the resulting juice onto her abdomen. "Bless the Goddess and the beauty she brings to our land."

"I am Niamh, named for Land of Youth." This woman was short-haired and her ice-blonde hair framed her hazel eyes and brushed her tops of her tanned shoulders. She yanked a length of hair from her head and tied it around Erynne's left index finger. Then, she moved forward, shoved a finger into her dark brown red pussy and smeared the resulting juice onto Erynne's abdomen. "Bless the Goddess and the renewal of youth that she brings to our land."

"I am Muriel, named for the Shining Sea." With a head full of strawberry-blonde curls, she grinned, her eraser-tipped brown nipples bobbing in the air. "Bless the Goddess and the sparkle of life that she brings to our land."

Melania stood at her head and lifted her into an upright position to swallow a mouthful of Irish whiskey. She pressed her lips against Erynne's soft mouth, licking up a stray drop of Jameson. "Continue."

"I am Orla, named for the Golden Lady." A bright smile lit the face of the old woman, her flowing silver hair touching the gentle hump of her ass. She removed a single strand of hair and tied it around Erynne's right index finger, smearing the juice of her weeping pussy onto Erynne's abdomen. "Bless the Goddess and the wisdom of the ages that she brings to our land."

"I am Dearbhla, named for True Desire." Her wavy brown hair covered her tiny breasts and she fingered them, a sweat sheen forming on her upper lip. She stepped forward, tucked a finger into her brown pussy and smeared the resulting juice onto Erynne's abdomen. "Bless the Goddess and the passion of reproduction that she brings to our land."

"I am Gráinne, named for Love." Her skin was dark and her nipples looked like chocolate candy kisses, hardening as she sucked on one of them. She moved forward, shoved a finger into her brown-red pussy and smeared the resulting juice onto Erynne's abdomen. "Bless the Goddess and the love the she brings to our land."

Erynne couldn't help but smile as she reflected on the recitiations. "Bless the Goddess and the self-sacrifice that she brings to our land."

There were a few moments of silence after her words and she welcomed the concord of her sisters. She raised her knees, opening her legs and exposing her pussy as her hands gripped the granite handles, the priestess standing close by.

Orla left her space and moved toward the altar. Six emerald stones, each larger that the one before and shaped like a man's penis, rested on the cool marble surface. She picked up the smallest one, gave Erynne's pussy a quick lick and inserted the stone penis. Erynne couldn't help it, but she came immediately. Gráinne was next, then Muriel, Dearbhla, Niamh and finally Aideen, who made Erynne cum with the largest emerald penis.

Gasping in pleasure, her pussy wetter than she'd ever imagined, Erynne closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

    "Awaken now, loved one." Melania's words and the touch of her hands brought Erynne back into wakefulness. The women had put on dark green robes and were standing in a half-circle around her. At Melania's nod, Dearbhla and Gráinne came forward bringing a thick pad that was placed under her on the marble slab. Once she was comfortable, the seven women knelt.

"O Queen, most secret, bless the welcoming of the Goddess to our fair Eireland. Bless the winds that blow through her hair. Bless the fires that keep her warm. Bless the waters that bring her sustenance. Bless the earth that enfolds her in its arms."   Erynne felt the words leave her, amazed at the sudden knowledge that she was gaining with every moment. "Oh, Queen, most secret, bless the fire in my womb and the depth of my heart."

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Daughters and Fathers Ch. 06

He and Britta sat on the bed, looking at each other in the mirror, until Maren returned from tending the laundry. She snorted and smiled when she saw them, and then remarked:

"Sure looks like ..., well, ... like Britta said this morning, ... nice."

"Um-hmm," they both agreed, not changing their position.

He squeezed Britta's breast, and she nodded. Maren smiled and changed the subject:

"Yes, the washing was finished, put it in the drier. And it does feel funny to be running around like this."

"Um-hmm. I don't want us to, to see you two like this anywhere else, or you, me."

The girls nodded understandingly. He smiled and added:

"I don't care what you have or don't have on underneath, just so that it looks like you're dressed."

The girls nodded again, this time with slight smirks. Maren said:

"I was thinking of bringing us beers. Shall I? Can I go like this?"

She held out her arms to emphasize her nakedness, smirking again.

He snorted and replied:

"Good idea, ... as long as I can't see you."

She nodded with another smirk and hurried off. When she returned with three beers, he and Britta were still sitting like that, but had moved back towards the wall, leaning against it with their legs extended over the edge of the bed, and her hand was now in his lap, just holding his soft cock and his balls, gathered up in her fingers. Maren snorted with a slight, brief smile and said:

"I guess so."

"I didn't know where else to put it," Britta replied, fondling.

"Hmm! Almost anywhere else, ... but I would have, too. Here."

She handed them their beers, offering Britta hers close to that hand, but she reached over and took it with her other hand, grinning at her sister, who responded:

"Just don't get too possessive; remember, it's mine, too."

"Hmm! No, it's mine," their father quickly interjected, adding: "and your mother's."

The girls started at his mentioning her. He smiled, slightly apologetically, and murmured:

"But she can hold it for now. Thanks, skaal."

The girls nodded, looking more relaxed, and also said "skaal." They all drank and smiled at each other again. Maren plumped herself down on his other side, and he put his other arm around her, apologizing for not also holding her breast:

"I have to hold my beer."

"Hmm! Weak excuse."

He let the cool bottle dangle and rub over her nipple. It popped out and she squealed.

"That's unfair!

"Give it to me," Britta said, reaching over with the hand that had been holding him. He let her take it and put his hand on Maren's breast."

"Still cold," she murmured, her nipple still stiff in his palm, but then it relaxed. The girls had a sip, and Britta offered him one from his bottle. After he drank, and they relaxed, he murmured:

"At least, we didn't get like this because we were drunk."

"It bothers you," Britta asked softly."

"I said that; ... I guess so, a little. ... I didn't think so, ... but I said it."

"I guess so, ... but we all wanted to - want to."

Maren nodded without commenting at this sudden change of subject. He also nodded, then replying softly:

"Yes, ... we did, we do, ... I do, ... even if I said that. ... How could I help but?"

"It surprised us, too."

Maren nodded again. He appreciated her unusual reticence. He also nodded and then said: "Skaal."

The girls smiled slightly, and they all drank, he, with Britta's help. They smiled at each other again, having with their skaals confirmed their understanding. He squeezed their breasts. Britta saw Maren's hand moving towards his lap and nodded, murmuring:

"Go ahead; ... I did."

Maren smiled in appreciation, and her hand descended in his lap, her fingers gathering up his balls with his cock in her palm. He squeezed their breasts again. For a while, they just sat there like that, enjoying their familiar intimacy, his and Maren's fingers moving slightly. When they recognized that they all were looking at the mirror, they smiled at each other, nodding slightly. Britta offered him another sip, and then the girls drank, and a minute or two later, she silently offered him another one, and they also drank again.

After another minute or two, he snorted and then tweaked their nipples and murmured:

"We haven't been so silent in a long time."

"Hm-umm, ... but nice," Britta agreed.

Maren nodded, finally speaking softly:

"Very nice."

He nodded, as her fingers fondled his balls. It was still another minute or two, before he broke their reverie:

"I'm hungry. At least, I really will be by the time the meatloaf is ready."

The girls nodded, and he released their breasts and took his beer from Britta. Maren gave his balls another fondle and took her hand from his lap. They looked at each other with slight smiles and drank again without saying skaal.

As they were standing up, he reminded them:

"Put something on. I will."

The girls nodded, and he went back to the other bedroom and found loose pants and a shirt and put them on, liking the feeling of having no underpants to keep his cock and balls from jostling. The girls joined him in the kitchen, Britta in a light shirtwaist dress - as he had envisaged. Maren was wearing a jersey dress, that was only a longer t-shirt, reaching half-way down her thighs. He nodded his approval with a snort. Maren snorted and remarked:

"Just remind us to hike them up before we sit down."

"Hm-hmm! I'll try to, but then don't sit on the upholstery."

They all chuckled that he had understood that they weren't wearing panties, and went about preparing their dinner. Since they had to wait for the meatloafs to bake, they had another beer. With skaals, they drank and he said that he was going to read the newpapers, and went in the living room. The girls smiled wryly and then went back and got panties, demonstrably pulling them up as they returned to the living room, and also read. Eventually, they ate and cleaned up. When they looked at each other, he said:

"I'm going to keep my pants on, ... in case you were wondering."

The girls snorted with slight nods. Then Maren suggested:

We could take a walk," adding: "maybe it will rain."

"Or I can just follow you two and see if anyone looks at you."

Britta smoothed down the front of her dress to emphasize her breasts, and that she didn't have on a bra.

With chuckles, they set off, heading down into town. He only followed them when there wasn't space to walk three abreast, and then where there were more pedestrians.

He wondered if anyone following them also noticed that through the skirt of Britta's light dress one could see the contrast between her white panties and tanned thighs, then snorting silently at the thought that without her panties, maybe he would be the only one to consider that she didn't have any on, their assuming she was wearing flesh-colored panties, or not noticing at all, since it was only the contrast that caught his eye - well, not really; she had a nicely shaped bottom.

While he was observing that nothing similar could be seen through Maren's dress, and then thinking that it wouldn't show anyway, since she hardly tanned, a young man suddenly stopped the girls, greeting them and then turning to Britta and saying with a smile:

"You look better than I remember."

He recall then that he was one of her earlier boyfriends. Which one? Before or after she started sleeping with boys? Britta gestured at her father, and said:

"You remember my father. You remember Lars."

"Of course, hallo. Hm-hmm! You also look better than I remember."

They all smiled, and Lars snorted and replied:

"You do, too; ... I had trouble with looking at girls' fathers back then."

"And me?" Maren remarked.

"Just as good as ever with your red hair; ... no, also better, ... a little, well, ... more grown-up."

His eyes had glanced down at her breasts.

"Um-hmm," her father agreed with a slight smile, and the others nodded. Lars turned back to Britta and asked if she was doing anything that evening. She glanced at the other two, blushing slightly as she asked:

"Am I doing anything this even?"

"No, you've done enough, ... helping with the laundry and baking the meatloaf," her father replied, appreciating her strong blush and erect nipples in response to his first words.

"Good, then maybe we can, if you want: movie, dancing?"

"If you want. Where shall we meet, when?"

"Eight? I can come by your place."

"Nice, thank you. Eight."

They all shook hands and parted. When the three of them were out of earshot, Britta complained:

"That was mean, saying that."

"Oh, I lied, including the laundry, but I thought that made it sound better."

"Hmm! Still embarrassing."

"Now he is sure that you aren't wearing a bra - must like that - and could have thought that is why you blushed."

"Hmm! I certainly did. Lars was the first boy I slept with."

"Now you tell us," Maren interjected.

"Hope you have a pleasant evening, ... or more, ... if you haven't 'done enough'."

"You are mean. And if we do?"

"Enjoy yourselves, just be home in time for an early start."

"Maybe you aren't so mean."

"And that would solve the bed question," Maren added.

"Hmm! Enjoy yourselves."

They all snickered with smirks, and continued their walk, stopping for coffee and cake, smirking slightly again, when they were facing each other at the table. As they strolled back towards home, Maren asked:

"How are you going to explain your tan, ... if, well, he gets to see it?"

"Not from being with me at the cabin," he interjected.

"You think he will? That you will?" Maren asked.

"Little sister's shouldn't ask such questions," Britta replied, but nodded slightly, adding:

"Maybe, ... who knows, ... if he wants to?"

"So you would want to?"

"Tell her she shouldn't ask such questions! ... Yes! ... Wouldn't you?"

"Oh yes, now that he thinks I look more grown-up."

"Hmm! Good thing that he didn't suggest taking you both to the movie or dancing."

They all snickered again, and Maren returned to her first question:

"And your tan? Almost had to be at the cabin."

"Hmm? There are places where one can swim and sun naked."

"But hardly alone, so then with someone you would have been there with."

"You both were alone at the cabin," he suggested.

"You would have let us be there alone?" Britta asked.

"No, but better - with hindsight - than trusting your cousin to keep you out of trouble."

"Hm-hmm! Oh, but he did. Who could know what we might have done if we had been alone, and let all our boyfriends know?"

"Maren is right, but she has very wild fantasies. We would have just told one boyfriend."

He smirked and asked:

"Just one, for both of you, or one each?"

Maren snickered and replied:

"One each, of course. All very proper: two cabins: boys' and girls'. You wouldn't have minded that."

"Hmm? I wouldn't have believed that! One - supposedly - shy cousin, but not both of you , and don't believe you would have dare to suggest it."

The girls nodded with smiles, but Maren then grinned, remarking:

"Probably, but - hm-hmm! - we wouldn't have done anything you wouldn't have done."

"Couldn't have," he murmured.

He smiled wryly at them, and they were silent until they were back home. He suggested that girls fold the clean laundry, and they went off, while he returned to catching up on the news. When the girls returned, Britta said that she would take a nap. The others snorted slightly with nods. Maren said that she would try to take one to, smirking slightly at her father, who replied that he probably should, too, but wanted to finish reading the papers.

When they disappeared, it occurred to him that his suggesting that he should also take a nap, could have been interpreted as agreement with Maren about how they might spend the night, although he had said it just to show his agreement that a nap was a good idea. He rustled the paper and snorted, admitting that it also was in the sense that Maren's smirk had suggested. He fell asleep after a few minutes, the paper slipping from his hands.

He was roused by hearing Maren ask her sister:

"What are you going to wear?"

He picked up the paper again, snorting at their typical discussion before a date, assuming that Britta had already taken a shower. He resumed reading, waiting to see what she had chosen. Shortly before eight, the girls joined him. Maren snorted and remarked:

"Have a nice nap? I looked out before, while she had her shower."

"Um-hmm. That looks nice."

Britta was wearing a light summer sweater with a V-neck that showed just a little cleavage, and a skirt, both in colors that looked well with her tan. She smiled and stepped closer, leaning down allowing him a glance inside her sweater, as he smelled the perfume that he had given her for her eighteenth birthday.

"And smell good, too," he added.

"Thank you."

She gave him a filial kiss on his cheek, as the girls had always done before they went out in the evening. He snorted with a nod. A few minutes later, Lars knocked at the door. Britta greeted him, and they came into the living room. He greeted the others, and wished them a pleasant evening. They managed to reply without snorts after all the talk on the way home. As they were leaving, he called after them:

"And remember, we want to start early in the morning."

Lars and Britta nodded. When they had closed the door, he asked her:

"What was that about?"

"We're' going back to the cabin for a week."

"He thinks ..., well, ...?"

"Maybe. I told him you were the first boy I slept with."

"You did?! ... You were, too - girl."

"I thought so."

"Don't remind me! ... You've all been at the cabin?" And your mother?"

"Umm! Had to visit her parents; her mother had a stroke."

"Oh! I'm sorry about that."

"Just the three of you?"

"Of course. Nice, but kind of lonely."

"Should have told someone."

"We got a lot of time in the sun, though."

"I noticed. Nice tan. I guess Maren with her red hair doesn't."

They smiled at each other and were silent for a while as they walked on.

Back in the house, Maren had snorted at her father's parting remark and said:

"That could give him ideas."

"Since she said she would, if he did, I thought it would be a little compensation for having embarrassed her this afternoon."

"Might have again. What are we going to do?"

"Have supper and a beer."

"Or two."

"Or two, even three, ... to put us to sleep. Good thing that Britta's not here."

"Hmm! We both had a nap."

"I thought you would say that. Supper: the rest of the meatloaf with a fried egg and the rest of the potatoes."

"Sounds good."

He got up, and they went to the kitchen and fixed supper, starting their second beers with skaals, after they sat down to eat. It was so apparent how they were going to spend the night, that making conversation was a little difficult. Maren's speculations about what Britta and Lars might do, was just an indirect reference to what they both knew they would be doing, maybe not immediately after cleaning up, but certainly after their third beers.

They had them while watching TV. Before she sat down next to him on the sofa, she smirked and showed him that she still on her panties, not discretely; like a little girl, pulling the bottom of her dress up to her waist, giving him a full front view. He snorted, recalling his thought on the street about the lack of contrast between her pale skin and the white panties, now confirmed. She dropped down beside him, and they sipped at their beers, watching a summer rerun. He wasn't surprised when after several minutes she put her hand in his lap, murmuring:

"Britta said I could."

"It's mine, not Britta's."

"That's why I like it."

He didn't object, when her fingers began to move, trying to feel him through his pants. Before she could, his cock was trying to make it easier for her, swelling in anticipation, but still down between his thighs. She felt it with a little snort in recognition that it was already larger. He also snorted, and let his thighs open and put his right arm around her, immediately letting his hand slide down and hold her breast. She nodded, and her hand slipped down between his thighs, her fingers finding and rubbing his ball, and then trying to urge his cock to move up. He rubbed her nipple, first moving his fingers on the cloth, then moving it with his fingers. She hummed and seemed to take that as permission to do more. Her hand slid up and found the tab of his zipper, but had difficulty moving it. He snorted as she struggled with her left hand. She murmured:

"It's easier from the other side."

"Hmm! You could have thought of that before, ... since you know. I'm not going to help you."

"Aw, please."

"I've got my hands full."

He held up his beer and squeezed her breast. She chuckled and struggle further, finally sliding it down. She glanced over from watching the TV and gave him grin, and then her hand slipped into his pants. When her fingers felt his hair, she snorted and remarked:

"Weren't you also supposed to wear underpants?"

"Men are built differently."

Hm-hmm! As if I didn't know."

Her fingers found his cock, that had relaxed during her struggle with the zipper. She hummed as she got her fingers around it, and hummed again, when she felt it begin to stiffen, and again, when his fingers rolled her stiff nipple and pulled on it. As she began to pull his cock out of his pants, he murmured:

"Not in here. This is bad enough."

"Not good enough."

"That too."

They finished their beers and stood up. He tucked the head of his cock back in his pants, and handed her his empty bottle. She took the bottles back to the kitchen, while he turned off the TV, and they went to the girl's bedroom. She was already gathering up the bottom of her dress and pulling it up over her head. When he went straight on into the bathroom, she tossed her dress aside and followed, remarking:

"I've got to go, too."

She snorted at the way he was having to hold his cock down to aim at the toilet. She stripped off her panties and waited for him to finish, beginning to twitch her knees. He snorted at her discomfort and turned down the seat without flushing. She sat down, and immediately they heard her stream hissing in the toilet bowl. She grinned up at him, swinging her panties on one finger, and watched him unbutton his shirt and kick off his shoes, still sitting there, as he let his pants drop.

She snorted and gave him another grin, as she reached out and held his now relaxed cock. Drawing closer, she leaned forward and licked the last drops from his knob, then murmured:

"Doesn't taste much after all the beer."

"Hm-umm, not much color, either."

They chuckled. As he stepped out of his pants, by habit, she wiped her pussy and flushed. He picked up his shoes and pants, and they returned to the bedroom. When he shook his pants straight and laid them on Britta's bed, she said:

"You don't think she'll be back? I don't either."

He snorted and took off his socks. She opened up her bed and lay down with a grin, murmuring:

"You know what I want to do."

"Hmm! Not hard to guess: anything and everything."

"Um-hmm! But I was only thinking about what I wanted to do first."

"What I started in the bathroom. I want to suck your cock."

"And I want to lick your pussy."

"That's good."

"And then we can go to sleep."

She nodded with a sweet smile, as he began to lie down with his feet at the head of the bed. He pulled her down the bed, and they curled up together with their heads on each other's thigh. They took their time, enjoying what they were doing and what the other was doing.

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The Women's Club

Walter rubbed his eyes as his shift came to a close. He closed up the shop and walked out into the misty street. At 11:00 at night there was no one around. He didn't know why he stayed open so long, but business was business. Catching the after-movie crowd at 9:30 was worth a little loss of sleep. He locked the door and pulled down the security grate, locking it at the bottom and standing with a sigh.

He turned around, a little surprised to see the slender blonde standing against his car. Her skirt was way to short for the evening and her shoes to high. She watched him as he scanned her legs. They were perfect. She walked over to him, his bulge rising steadily before him.

"Walter, right?" He was startled that she knew his name, and now a little alarmed at how easily her trim legs and husky voice were exciting him. He desired her, but he knew it was better to go home to his wife: Much better.

"Uh, yeah, can I help you?" Her eyes lit up and her lips parted, pleased with him

"You certainly can. I've been in your shop before, but I have a favor to ask you. My car broke down, down the road,” She turned to indicate its direction and gave him a good view of her profile. Her little breasts pushed her sweater forward and she pulled a loose strand of hair over her ear. He saw her tender neck and wanted to kiss her just so, the way that made his wife coo with pleasure. "Maybe you can take me back there so I can pick up the gas can, I forgot it like a dummy, and I really have to get to a station. Can you help me?" She leaned into him, her sweet perfume curling under his nose and causing his bulge to rise.

"Uh, sure, I can do that."

"Thank you so much." She clasped her arms together over her chest and her breasts squeezed together delectably. Walter licked his lips and escorted her to the car. He unlocked the passenger side and she slipped in like water into a glass. She didn't cross her legs, but pushed her knees together, her hands set primly on her knees. He closed the door for her, resisting the urge to look around, thinking he was getting away with something, or maybe not. He circled around to the driver's side and found that she had already raised the latch. She was leaning towards his seat, her knees still together but close to him as he got in, her hands now set on the dash, as if testing its material. He tried to slide away from her slightly, damn it, she was just so close! Her perfume and an underlying scent, the light musk of exertion, wafted over to him and he resisted the urge to touch himself or her, which was worse he wasn't sure. As if noticing his distress, she spoke.

"Aw, you're all bound up in there, aren't you? Let me help you." He tried to object but like a viper, one of her hands went to his lips, muffling him. Her other hand went to his pants, her fingers curling around the bent up bulge under his zipper. She straightened him out through his pants and then, when she was sure he would not object any further, brought down her other hand and massaged his groin and his straight rod with both hands. She leaned in to him and in her husky whisper: "Drive." As if under a spell, his earlier objections dissolved, he put the key in the ignition and the car rumbled to life. Walter pulled away from the curb and tried to concentrate on the slick, misty road before him while his unknown assailant kneaded his crotch and brought his manhood to grudging hardness.

"Um, that's nice and all but..."

"Shhh, just enjoy it, you won't get much chance once we get to my car."

"I could stop," he said numbly. What was he saying? As much as he wanted the affection of this hot little thing, he wasn't about to throw away his marriage over a quick fling, even if she was just going to give him a few moments of digital pleasure.

"No, no, we'll have just enough time." Her fingers slipped up the shape of his penis and lighted on his zipper. He trembled and the car slipped minutely in the lane as she parted the lips of his trousers and exposed his manhood, clad now only in the thin layer of his boxers. Her head dipped down and her lips traced the form beneath his shorts. Walter sucked in a quick breath as she slid back and forth, rising up to his head and then working her way down, her lips working to get access to his balls through the flimsy material.

Walter struggled to concentrate on the road, the mist seemed to get murkier and his muscles didn't want to respond, so attentive they were to her actions, as her head raced hither and yon in his lap. She clutched one of his thighs in his hand, startling him such that he almost hit the curb. With her other hand, she reached up to peel back the waistband of his boxers, looking up at him with a wicked grin on her moistened lips. She saw him half trying to watch the winding road as it led out of town proper and half trying to watch her as she got deeper into his pants. She pulled slowly until his penis bobbed into view, the head already slick from his excitement. Still holding his thigh, digging her nails in for purchase, her other hand caressed his shaft, causing it to bob with every pass. She made a quiet but gleeful cry and turned her face back to his throbbing meat.

"Just relax, lover. It won't be long before I have to stop." She lowered her head on hip, her lips grazing his head. He gasped, the car lurching sideways as her lips circled his head, not quite taking him in and yet ringing him with light and delicious pressure. Her tongue flicked out and traced the length of the hole at the top, barely managing the tip inside. Walter closed his eyes briefly, then snapped them open, realizing where they were. He squinted into the misty darkness, begging not to crash, and yearning to have her take him between her soft, warm lips.

Her free hand, delicate like a spider web, tickled his lower shaft as her tongue flicked out, jabbing him here and there, wetting the vein underneath and in various spots around the shaft. He sucked in air greedily, resisting the urge to touch her golden curls, to pull her head down and impale her on his twitching rod. She sensed his desire as he bobbed and throbbed.

"What do you want, lover?"

"I...I want you so badly."

"I know lover, but what do you want?" Her lips left him but her hand slithered up and down his shaft in light and maddening strokes.

"I...I want you to suck me," he croaked.

"Mmm, that would be nice, wouldn't it? Slipping your cock between my lips, licking your shaft from deep inside, sucking you down my throat, and mmmmm, gobbling down your hot load when I get to be too much for you, maybe pulling up at the last second and blowing your wad all over my face, and my hair and my sweater." Every 'my' she said he could see in perfect detail, his twitching manhood spraying her in every lace she described as his eyes rolled back. "Wouldn't that be just heaven? Maybe I should take my sweater off so you can shoot right between my breasts, then lick your sweet flood from my body. I'm not even wearing a bra. Wouldn't that be just wild? She grabbed his hand from the wheel, almost throwing the car into a tree as the car weaved down the country road. She placed his trembling hand on one pert breast, indeed unsheathed and firm, all of its own accord. He squeezed it unconsciously and enjoyed his first grope of someone other than his wife in eight years. "Nice, aren't they” He nodded, trying to eye the road and almost no longer caring. "It would be great to feel your hot load splash on them, sucking your cum off my nipples; what do you think. He nodded; it was the only thing he could think to do. Walter was paralyzed by the load churning in his testes. She looked perturbed. "Is that it, just a nod?"

"No," he heard himself say, as if from far away. "I want to grab your head, and fuck your lips, and then pull you back by your hair and spray my load all over your body, and fuck your tight pussy while I suck my jism off of you." A startled look crossed his face, but was met by one of pure pleasure as she acknowledged his improvisation.

"That's the spirit!" Her eyes were twinkling, her white teeth gleaming in the gloom. She lowered her head, this time enveloping his shaft in her mouth, sliding most of the way down, saving room for her hand to stroke him near his balls. Her hair bounced as her head drove up and down, her lips a blur on his throbbing member. Walter resisted the urge to close his eyes as her lips and tongue flew over him. He did take his hand off the wheel and bury his fingers in her golden tresses, trying to force her deeper, to suck him down her throat. She mmmed and gulped noisily, driving him crazy. The hand that had been on his thigh reached in and cupped his swollen testes, squeezing him for pleasure and constricting his flow simultaneously. Whatever she had in store for him would not be brief.

She pulled her head up and away, revealing his shining penis, purple with blood and exertion. Her lips glistened in the darkness and she kissed him, obscuring his view, having him taste his wetness on her lips.

"Isn't that wonderful, sucking you down like that, while you hold my head down, face-fucking me."

"Yes, it feels so good," he whispered.

"Do you want me to finish? Do you want me to stroke you and blow your load down my throat?" Her hand was setting him up for the final act, sliding gracefully up and down his throbbing meat.

"Yes, please suck me. Gobble me down." He reached up with his free hand to grab her hair again as she lowered her head, but then she stopped, looking at him with playful eyes.

"But what about your wife?" A look of bewilderment entered his eyes. He was a deer in his own headlights.

"Muh, wah?" He struggled to put the words she had spoken to the memory of the woman who was his wife.

"Your wife. Won't she care that your going to blow your wad on me, or that you want to fuck me?"

"I...I don't care anymore. Just...please." She smiled, a Cheshire grin in the darkness surrounded by blonde curls. Her head dropped like a bolt of lightning and her lips found the Walter. Her head bobbed furiously up and down his member, it twitching inside her mouth. She squeezed his shaft with her left hand and his balls with her right, the sensation driving him closer and closer to orgasm. He switched his hands in her hair, driving her down with his left and driving with his right. He struggled to keep his eyes open as her maniacal blowjob pushed him to the edge. Her hair was flying and she was shrieking as if he were pounding her undoubtedly slippery pussy. With his right hand, he reached down and grabbed her skirt-covered ass and felt the naked firmness underneath. He tore her skirt upward, revealing nothing in the way of her perfectly formed cheeks, flexing with exertion as she gasped and screamed and sucked him. He grabbed a handful of her ass, fingering his way down to her slippery mons. For a moment time stood still, and then he realized his hands were off the wheel. He heard the car start to skid before it did and he looked up, his hands flying to the wheel, the writhing nymph in his lap forgotten.

Standing in the road were two women, one in each lane, one eastbound and one westbound, blocking his path. They stood there as if expecting him, one with her hands on her hips, the other with her arms crossed, impatient, demanding. The wheel whipped in his hands like an angry snake and he jerked to one side in a desperate attempt not to crush one of the women before him. The car hurtled to the right, starting to spin as Walter wrestled for control. Sensing a wreck, the woman stopped gobbling him, and sat upright, whipping her arm around to grab the seat belt and latching it home just in time to avoid being ejected through the windshield. The woman let out a cry of roller coaster-joy as the car flew off the road and the left fender struck a tree, twirling them madly. The airbags blew and Walter was lost in a suffocating pillow of whiteness. He was barely aware of her laughing hysterically next to him and the crunching of leaves as footsteps approached. His door was yanked open and hands wrenched him from the car as the airbags began to deflate. The woman jumped out of the passenger side and joined the other two women who were looking down at him. Walter felt vaguely embarrassed, his car a steaming wreck, his cock dangling through his open fly, now flaccid from the shock, and being watched by his apparent saviors.

"Wha, what happened, are you okay? You were in the road," he babbled as his shaking hands pushed his manhood back in and he fumbled with his zipper. "What happened?"

"Nothing," one of the strange women said, coldly.

"Nothing? I could have killed you. My car's wrecked. How could it be nothing?" The women looked at the crumpled heap of the car and then back to him.

"Well, nothing compared to what might happen to you." With that, the second of the strange women pulled something from beneath her coat and there was a pop. Walter felt the barbs jab into his chest, followed by the excruciating paralysis of high voltage running through the wires attached to them. His arms flailed out and after a few moments, he passed out. The two strange women nodded to each other and the one who had spoken gestured to the other two to pick him up.

"Woohoo, we got him," cheered the curly blonde as she bent down to grab his feet. The other woman grabbed him by the arms and led by the woman who spoke, they carried him to another car resting by the side of the road. The two women dumped his body in the trunk and closed it while the leader slammed the hood shut. The three women got in the car and sped away.

Walter awoke bathed in bright sunlight and with a pounding headache. He moaned weakly as his vision cleared and he saw the three figures before him. His first reaction was that he had been attacked, set up, and he jumped to get away, but came up short. His wrists barely moved, tightly shackled to the bedposts as they were, as were his ankles. The brief rush of adrenaline drained out as he struggled to see his captors. Slowly his vision returned.

One of them spoke. It was the voice of the first mystery woman the night before. At least, he thought it was the night before. Walter had no idea how long he had been out.

"Now that we have your attention, its time that you understood why you are here."

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Big Surprise

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“I’m here.”

I stare at my phone, willing him to reply. Every nerve-ending in my body is tingling, wondering what he’s got planned for me. For us. All he told me was that he had a big surprise.

My heart swells a little and I allow myself a minute to bask in the romance of it all. This man who loves me so much, who works so hard, who makes every day an adventure, even after all this time together. I squeeze my eyes shut, picturing his sweet face: smiling, blue eyes, silky, brown hair, the stubble that covers his dimpled cheeks, and the soft beard I can’t help running my fingers over every time he’s within arms’ reach. Damn, I love him.

I flip the visor down to check my reflection. My blue eyes are sparkling with excitement, my cheeks flushed pink already. I pull my dark blonde hair down over my shoulder and comb it with my fingers, nervously.

My phone buzzes with a new text message and I grab for it. “Take your panties off.”

I blush and look around. There’s a man eating a sandwich in the parking spot across from me.

“There’s someone here.”

“Do it.”

I swallow hard. I love it when he gets bossy with me. I consider disobeying just so he’ll punish me, but I really want to know what he’s up to.

Keeping my gaze on the sandwich man, I reach under my dress and inch my panties down. Quickly, I lift my hips and shove them to my thighs, then push them over my knees so they fall to the floor. I step out of them quickly, then casually reach down and grab them, shoving them in my purse.

I text him. “They’re off.”

“That’s my girl.”

Oh, fuck. I love it when he calls me that.

A minute later, he pulls up next to me. Sometimes, he’ll walk around his truck and pull me from my seat, hugging and kissing me before opening the door and helping me inside, his hands never leaving my body. I can tell from the way his gaze is burning into me, this is not one of those days.

I grab my purse and turn the car off, glancing around to make sure I have everything. I wish I knew where we were going. Pressing the button to lock up my car, I turn and open the door to his truck. He’s got a towel on the passenger seat and I look at him with wide eyes, feeling my cheeks flush.

He chuckles. “Get in, Baby.”

I climb in and buckle my seatbelt, looking at him expectantly.

He tosses something into my lap. “Hold this against your clit.”

I look down. It’s a bullet. Not ammunition. The wire leads to a controller in his hand. I glance out the window, wondering if Sandwich Man is watching. He is still in his car, but not looking our way.

He tugs the toy away from me. “Of course, if you don’t want to, we can just go home.”

“No!” I shout, grabbing for it. “I’ll do it.”

He smirks and hands it to me. I part my legs and pull my dress up so he can see, then press the cold metal against my clit.

“Good girl.”

Not knowing what’s going to happen, not having any control, is exhilarating. He doesn’t leave me waiting long. We’re not even out of the parking lot, yet, and the bullet begins to vibrate. I gasp and reach for his arm but he pulls it away.

“Oh, no. I’m in charge.”

I whimper, then moan loudly as he increases the intensity. “Eric. Please.”

“Please, what? More?”

Already, I am about to cum, but he turns the bullet off ankara evi olan escortlar and I cry out in anguish, instead.

“Please, what?”

“Please, Sir,” I mumble quickly. “Please let me cum.”

He turns the bullet on again, but much lower. I press it harder against my clit, aching for release. He turns it off again. “I’m in charge.”

I nod.

“Say it.”

“You’re–” he turns it on high and I cry out.

He turns it off. “Say it.”

“You’re–” On again, even more intense. I moan. “You’re in… you’re in…Oh, God.” I take a deep breath. The wave is right there, about to drag me under. “You’re. In. Charge! Ah!” I scream as the orgasm crashes over me. My fingernails dig into my thigh as I writhe against the seat. He places his hand over mine and I cling to it gratefully, gasping for breath.

His hand moves between my legs, pressing the bullet back into place as the vibration increases again.

“Oh, fuck!” I moan. “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh fuck!” I put my foot on the seat, trying to get enough leverage to push him away, but I can’t.

“What’s wrong, Baby?” He asks innocently. He’s parked now, and he plays with the controller, increasing and decreasing the speed, intensity, and pattern, until I feel like I might explode.

“Please,” I moan, arching against the seat.

“Do you need to cum again?”

“Yes!” I gasp. “Yes, please, SIR,” I groan through gritted teeth.

“I think… You can wait a little longer.” He turns the bullet off and tugs it away from me.

“Wait, what? No!”

“Stay there.”

He gets out and walks around the back of the truck. We’re at the campground and the camper is all set up. The reasonable, rational part of my brain knows whatever he has planned is going to be amazing, but the part of me that’s just been denied is pissed.

He opens my door and steps up, leaning over me to release my seatbelt.

He’s so close and his scent overwhelms me. I’m longing to touch him. Kiss him. No. I keep my arms crossed and look straight ahead.

He kisses my neck. “It will be worth it, I promise. Come on, let’s go inside.”

“No,” I whine.

“Babe, come on,” he says, a little more firmly.

I don’t move.

He kisses me sweetly, touching my face and threading his hands through my hair. I refuse to respond at all.

Suddenly, he fists his hand in my hair, wrapping it around his wrist. He yanks, pulling from the seat roughly. “Now.”

“Okay, okay!”

Once my feet are on the ground, he releases me and I whirl around to look at him. Before I can say anything, he kisses me. “Thank you for getting out of the truck, Baby.”

He tucks my hand in his and walks me to the door of the camper. He suddenly looks nervous. “I love you.”

“I know. I love you, too. I…I thought we were playing.”

He gathers my hair in his fist again and pulls my head back so I’m looking up at him. “What’s the safe word?”

My eyes widen and I whisper it. “Timeout.”

“You promise you’ll use it? Anytime you feel uncomfortable.”

“Yes?” He continues to look anxious. “Yes! You’re scaring me.”

His eyes flash and he pulls my hair harder. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Let’s go.”

He opens the door and I climb inside.

I stop short, but he’s right behind me, pushing ankara olgun escortlar me forward, shutting and locking the door.

There’s a man on the bed. He’s naked, stroking the baseball bat between his legs.

“Oh, shit,” I gasp. That’s his cock.

Eric kisses my neck. “It’s fucking huge, isn’t it? You want it?”

The conversation we’d had a few weeks ago flashes through my mind.

“Do you ever wish you could be with a really big guy?” He’d asked me. “Wait. Have you been?”

I’d laughed. “No! I haven’t been. Baby, you’re perfect.”

He’d grabbed my hand and kissed it sweetly. “That’s not what I’m asking. I’m perfectly happy with what I’ve got. Sometimes I just wonder what it would be like to be a little bigger. A couple inches longer. Thicker. Just to try.”

“Just to try?” I’d asked skeptically. “I guess. Sure, I’ve wondered, but…well, I’m perfectly happy with what you’ve got, too.”

“Do you want it?” He asks me now, his breath hot on my neck, his hands massaging my breasts. “Just to try?”

I turn around and look up at him. His face is flushed with excitement but his eyes are still nervous. I swallow hard. “Eric,” I whisper.

“Timeout?” He asks. His gaze darts to the man behind me.

“I…I didn’t say that,” I tell him quickly. I hear movement from the bed and turn to find the man standing in front of me. I tilt my head to look up at him. He has dark brown hair, cropped close to his head and his brown eyes look anxious. He’s clean-shaven…everywhere, it seems…and his height seems almost comical in the too-tight space. “I’m Jade,” I whisper breathlessly.

“Mike,” he answers.

I eye his cock again and he steps back so I can get a better look. I have no idea what his measurements might be. It looks as big as my forearm. Jesus. “That’s…ah… pretty impressive.”

He grins. “I don’t get many complaints.”

I glance back at Eric, then down at the bulge in his pants. “Okay,” I whisper.

In a flash, he grabs me and kisses me hard, then pulls my dress over my head. He unhooks my bra and suddenly, I am naked in front of this stranger. I want to cover myself. My breasts are too big, my belly too soft. This can’t be what he’s used to. Still…he’s looking at me hungrily and I’m too aroused to care.

“Sit on the bed,” Eric orders him, pushing me forward and forcing me to my knees between his legs. “Suck.”

Oh, God. Okay, here we go. Mike’s cock looms at attention in front of me. It’s not as big as my forearm, but definitely bigger than I’ve ever had before. I can’t tear my gaze away. Tentatively, I reach for it.

I run my fingers along his length, listening to him suck in air through his teeth. A bead of precum appears at his tip and I use my thumb to rub it over his swollen head.

Leaning forward, I lick the path my thumb just traveled before taking him into my mouth slowly. I look up at him when he hits my throat. His head is thrown back, his breathing shallow. I wrap my hand around the base of his cock. I’ve barely taken half of him. Damn.

Backing off, I lick around his head again. Underneath. I wrap my lips around his shaft and suck gently, tonguing him softly. I hear him swear and behind me, Eric chuckles.

Mike jumps a little when I fondle his balls. I dip my head lower and lick and suck each one. He moans and squeezes ankara sarışın escortlar my head between his legs. They’re shaking already.

I make my way back up his shaft, licking and lubing it up. I take it in my hand and squeeze, pumping up and down his length a couple of times before taking him back into my mouth.

I feel hands in my hair and Eric’s voice is in my ear. “You like sucking that big cock, Baby?”

I murmur a reply around the dick in my mouth and nod enthusiastically.

“How’s she doing, Mikey? She’s good, right?”

“Fuck, man,” He groans. It seems to be all he manage.

Eric’s hands tighten in my hair and he pushes my head further into Mike’s lap. I whimper, trying to relax and breathe. He pulls me off, then pushes me down again, using my mouth to fuck his friend.

“That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispers.

He moves behind me, pulling my hips up. Without warning, he slams into me and I moan around Mike’s cock.

“Jesus, Babe. Your pussy is soaked. You like that big cock, don’t you?” He continues to pound into me. “You feel so…good. So good. Fuck. Yeah.”

I squeeze my eyes closed for a split second. Is this real? Eric has me bent over in the camper, my head in his friend’s lap, a cock in my pussy and another in my mouth? I wish someone was recording so I could watch later. Even I’m not sure it’s really happening.

Groaning, I suck Mike further into my mouth, swirling my tongue around as much as I can. I’m stroking his cock with one hand and fondling his balls with the other so I feel them tighten and lift my gaze to his face.

“Where?” He whispers.

I’m about to tell him to cum in my mouth when Eric pulls me upright by my hair. His other hand finds my clit and he continues to fuck me. “On her tits.”

Mike grabs his cock and strokes furiously. The first shot of hot cum hits me right between my breasts. I gasp and lift my hands to touch it, spreading it over my chest and my nipples. He keeps cumming, covering me in a sticky, white mess. I moan, leaning back into Eric, feeling my own orgasm build.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers in my ear, his fingers slipping over my clit. He releases my hair and wraps his hand around my throat. “Give it to me.”

I cry out, grabbing at his arm, but he fucks me relentlessly and I cum on his cock again.

“Fuck,” he says, suddenly releasing me and grabbing my hips. “Fuck, yes!” He slams into me twice more, then moans as his cum floods my pussy.

I whimper, clenching around him and he holds me tighter.

The three of us breathe the word together, almost in unison, and I giggle.

Eric swears as his cock slips out of me and we clumsily collapse onto the bed. I turn in his arms and he kisses me hungrily. “You’re amazing,” he murmurs against my lips.

I feel my cheeks heat and turn my head to look at Mike. He is already dressed and reaching for the door. I look back at Eric.

“Part of the deal,” he says softly. “This way, you and I can talk about it alone. When you’re ready,” he adds.

I nod and bury my face in his neck as his arms tighten around me while we listen to Mike leave. I feel his lips on my forehead.

“I’m glad you liked your surprise,” he whispers.

“It really was a BIG surprise.” I smile and kiss him sweetly. “Thank you.”

He chuckles. “It was really hot watching you suck him off. Should we invite him back? Is there anything else you want to do?” I feel my cheeks flame immediately and he laughs and smacks my bottom. “Oh, really?”

I shrug and grin at him, nodding shyly. “Just to try.”

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