Night’s Storm Ch. 03

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The leaves began to turn in color and then fall. That was when Deanyr told Rega his time had come. Tears were in both their eyes as they fucked for the last time. Deanyr’s hands dug into his back, her legs wrapped around him as he thrusted expertly, kissing her neck and caressing her hair.

“You must go Rega,” she whispered to him as they lay next to each other, spent.

“If I leave you,” he said, “it will be like a part of me is ripped away.”

“Which book did you learn that line from?” she said with a smile.

“That one I made up,” he said and kissed her.

“Go,” she said, getting up.

“Please…”

“If you leave now you’ll be able to cross the mountains before the snows come.”

“Deanyr…”

“We’ve talked about this Rega.”

Rega nodded and began to get dressed. His things were already packed with enough provisions for the journey to the Capital. He also had a letter from Deanyr addressed to the Arch-Mage, which would hopefully grant him acceptance into the Academy.

Deanyr stood on the threshold of the doorway naked, tears in her eyes and her hair billowing in the wind. Rega walked and never looked back, just as she told him to. He walked and walked until the sun set and he reached the edge of the woods.

“Follow the stream, then the river, until you see the Jagged Mountains,” Rega repeated to himself. He reached the river and followed it as it snaked into the woods. Rega conjured a fireorb which floated next to him and he stepped into the darkness of the forest canopy.

Rega had walked for several more hours before stopping to set up camp. Dinner was dried meat, nuts and seed. This would also be his breakfast and lunch for the several days it took to reach the village at the base of the mountain, before he could replenish his supplies. The woods were cold and quiet, but Rega’s Sight told him he was safe – only docile creatures lived here. He hoped it would continue to be this way. He tucked himself into his sleeping bag and quickly drifted to sleep.

A playful finger prodded his cheek and as his sleepy eyes opened he was greeted with the sight of a nude woman sitting next to him and smiling. Around him were several others who were rifling through his belongings.

“Hey!” he shouted and instantly got up. They all giggled and vanished, except for the one standing before him. Rega looked at her and realized that she must be a forest nymph.

He looked at her and realized she was incredibly beautiful. Her naked body was tinged with a faint green although her hair was the color of the dying leaves. Her breasts were well formed and her hairless pussy had bright green lips. Even though she looked even more youthful than him, she was probably several thousand years old.

“Um…am I intruding in your woods? I didn’t sense you here.”

“We were the ones who sensed you. Your magic is very bright and it smells so yummy.”

“Oh I see…”

“Could you perhaps,” the nymph said shyly, “share a little with us?”

Rega laughed.

“I know the stories, nymph. You take my seed and I fall under a spell, and I remain here for all eternity.”

The nymph giggled.

“Is that such a bad thing, little boy?”

“Unfortunately, I cannot stay here.”

The nymph giggled again and looked at him, with a look of lust in her eyes.

“The more reluctant you are, the more enjoyable it is going to be for me,” she said, the tone in her voice changing into something more sinister.

Rega paused and considered what to do. He could feel the nymph’s magic now, a wave of energy that began to build, though he had only the vaguest idea of what they could do. He tensed his body, preparing to attack.

“Oh, being naughty are we?” the nymph said and with a wave of her finger Rega found that he could no longer move.

“My magic is stronger than you here,” she continued, drawing closer to him and whispering into his ear, “and I will have my fill of you.”

With a wave of her hand he fell onto the ground. Rega knew he was in trouble now. The magic that had frozen him was powerful, but he knew all magic had weaknesses. Find its weakness, he remembered Deanyr teaching him, and you will find your strength to overcome it.

But there was little he could do for what would escort taksim come next. Around him more nymphs started to materialize, all of them smiling and giggling.

“I get him next, sister!” one of them said.

“No! I’m the one who spotted him, I get him!” said another.

Rega realized he had an opportunity.

“S-she should have me f-first!” he said, struggling to mouth the words and looking at one of the nymphs.

The leader glared at him as they all started fighting.

“He said it! Let him have me!”

“Silence!” the leader of the nymphs said and all was silent.

“You will all have your fill of him,” she said, “once I am done.”

It was enough for Rega. Her magic had lost his grip on him for just a brief moment, enough time for him to unleash a shockwave that blasted the nymphs surrounding him off his feet. It was a crude spell, he knew, and he could have focused it better.

He got to his feet and ran as fast as his could. The forest floor was littered with the roots of trees and rocks, and he had to move quickly while still avoiding those obstacles. He could see an opening in the distance that led out to a field. He raced towards it, heart pounding in his chest.

The opening he was running to flickered and turned into darkness. The trees began to curve in on themselves and Rega felt himself slow down. He looked down to his feet and saw it sinking in the ground.

“Oh no,” he said.

“Do you think,” the nymph said, appearing in front of him, “it would be that easy?”

“Fuck,” was all Rega could mouth.

“Indeed, foreplay is over. Now comes the fun,” she said as her magic engulfed Rega. He felt his clothes fall away, leaving him exposed and naked.

“I’m sorry Deanyr,” he thought to himself. If only he had learned more.

“Oh, thinking of your lover? Well…let me assure you, I will be far more satisfying,” the nymph said, her hands caressing his body. Rega could do nothing as her hands now cupped his balls and her fingers danced around his cock.

“Mmmph…let’s get this hard now shall we?”

A surge of magic from the nymph flowed into his groin, instantly hardening his cock.

“Much better now…mmmm,” the nymph said and swallowed his cock, her mouth reaching all the way to its base. Rega felt the warmth and slickness of her throat as she began to work her mouth, drawing groans from him. He felt his power draining and weakness began to overcome him.

She pulled away after awhile, leaving a long strand of saliva hanging from the tip of his cock to the end of her lips.

“That was delicious. Now, lie down like a good boy.”

Rega fell backwards into the grass. The nymph mounted him and began to gyrate against him, her pussy grinding into his cock.

“Ungh,” he groaned.

The nymph closed her eyes, seemingly enjoying herself. Then in an instant she guided his cock and slid it straight into her. The tightness of her pussy overwhelmed him and he let out a deep gasp. The nymph continued her slow rhythm of rocking herself on his cock.

“Yes…mmm…yes!” the nymph said as her pleasure began to build. She arched herself backwards and began to bounce excitedly on his cock as her fingers reached down to pleasure herself at the same time. Rega could do nothing but watch as he felt himself ready to explode.

As he tried to hold himself back, the nymph began to laugh.

“Oh…yes…resist me p-please,” she said, her voice quaking in pleasure.

Rega gave up and felt a surge of pleasure wash over him as he came, his cock pumping streams of cum into the nymph’s receiving pussy. She stopped and bent over as Rega felt her squeezing tight on his cock, draining the last of his cum into her.

A wave of exhaustion followed and his mind began to blur.

“Rest now, little boy,” she said, her fingers tracing circles around his nipples, “you are going to be busy for a very long time.”

Rega drifted off into unconsciousness, only to be woken up by another nymph having her way with him. The same thing happened with another, then another, until he lost count and lost track of time. He remembered the sun rising and the sun setting, again and again.

“How nice to find a magical,” a nymph told him, “for without your escort topkapı magic you would have been dead so soon.”

So it was his magic that was keeping him alive, restoring him after each fuck session that thoroughly drained him and left him on the edge of death. Was this going to be his fate forever?

Rega drifted in and out of unconsciousness, numbed by the nymph’s spell. All he knew was that it was on an early morning while he was lying on the ground, his arms and legs bound by vines when a nymph came up to him. Rega prepared himself for another round of fucking but instead she sat down next to him and whispered into his ear.

“I am sorry, little child for what you have to go through. I will try to find a way to help you.”

Rega looked at her, confused.

“Wh-why?”

“It is not right. But we have to follow the Queen. You grow weaker every day and your magic will no longer sustain you.”

“Please,” begged Rega, “help me…”

“I will, I will.”

She squatted over his face and placed her pussy just above his mouth. Her musk filled his nostrils, a strong leafy yet arousing scent that intoxicated him. She parted the lips of her mound.

“Drink,” she said, “it will help you.”

Rega was uncertain but he realized he had nothing to lose. The scent was overwhelming and he proceeded to taste it, taking up the wet liquid from her pussy. The taste was bitter at first, but soon a fragrant sweetness filled up his mouth and the only thing he wanted now was more of it. His tongue flicked furiously, lapping up the nymph’s nectar.

Energy began to flow into him. The nymph herself began to quiver with pleasure, letting out soft whimpers as her legs began to buckle from Rega’s ministrations. His tongue dug deeper and deeper into her pussy, searching for more. The nymph let out a wail as she came and collapsed onto the ground next to Rega.

“Thank you…what is your name?” Rega asked her.

“The Wind That Blows The Leaves,” the nymph said.

“That’s…that’s a long one. I am Rega.”

“I wish we met under better circumstances, Rega. And thank you too. I have not reached such a peak of pleasure in many years.”

“Will you be able to release me from these bonds?”

“No, I cannot. The Queen will know if I interfere in her magic.”

“Her magic is powerful. I cannot fight it.”

“It is. But there is a way.”

“How?”

The nymph suddenly got up, closed her eyes and sniffed the air.

“She is coming. For you.”

Rega felt defeated once more.

“Be ready, Rega. I will give you a chance to escape. Do not waste it.”

“Thank you, Wind That Blows The Leaves.”

“Farewell, Rega. May the blessings of the First Ones be with you.”

The nymph vanished, leaving Rega alone once more. He felt despair fall over him, but then he remembered what she said. He would wait for that chance. Until then, he would have to survive.

The Queen arrived a short while later. He could sense her, though her footsteps were softer than the sound of leaves falling on the grass.

“Little boy, how have you been? Ah…I see one of my sisters has visited you. I hope you have not been too spent.”

Rega said nothing and stared into the branches of the tree above him.

“Oh, I am very hungry. Your magic seems strong today…mmm,” the Queen nymph said as she kissed him, her tongue digging into his closed lips. Her hands drifted down his chest, past his nipples and belly and found his soft cock. Her magic shot into it, and it sprung up, stiff and throbbing.

Just as she was about to lower herself onto him, something flew through the air and struck her. She stumbled to her side screaming. Rega turned to look and saw an arrow pierced through her shoulder.

Instantly he felt her magic weaken. This was his chance.

He flared his magic and in another burst of power exploded the vines that had chained him. He looked at the Queen, who was staring at a hooded figure from afar, holding a bow and nocking another arrow.

“You bitch!” the Queen cried out.

Rega shot another blast of magic that threw the nymph into a trunk of a tree, and she laid motionless. Then he ran, ignoring the person who shot the arrow. His breath grew strained escort şirinevler as he moved as fast as he could. His Sight told him the edge of the forest was closest in that direction. Once he left the forest, he would be safe. Their magic would lose its hold on him.

He burst into an open field and continued to run until he fell to the grass in exhaustion. He laid on the ground, panting. The noon sun was shining into his face and he covered it with his hands and laughed. He was finally free.

Then the sun disappeared. Rega opened his eyes and saw the same person standing above him. He got up and looked into her face. Her eyes scanned him and then she removed her cloak and threw it to him. Rega realized why. He had almost forgotten he was naked and hastily put it on. Turning to look at her, he realized all she wore now was a simple strip of cloth around her breasts. A loincloth hung around her waist. He looked away a little in embarrassment.

“Thank you for saving me.”

“You should thank the nymph that led me to you.”

“Are you…are you a ranger?”

“No,” she said and turned to walk away. Rega realized the loincloth that covered her front had left her ass completely exposed. He gulped and slowly walked behind her.

“Where are you headed now?” Rega asked.

“Seantha. At the base of the Jagged Mountains.”

“Ah…I’m headed there too. Mind if I follow you?”

“Suit yourself.”

“You must be a huntress then. The tattoos on your back…are they from your tribe?”

She remained silent and Rega wondered if he should continue talking.

“My tribe is gone.”

“Oh…I…I’m sorry. Shouldn’t have asked you that.”

“It’s fine.”

“I’m Rega, by the way. I’m headed to the Capital.”

“Telura. And I suppose you haven’t heard, but the highway to the Capital is closed.”

“What? Why?”

“A plague. You will not be able to go further than the checkpoint at Miud.”

“Hmm…well, I have official business with the Academy. Perhaps they could make an exception.”

Telura stopped and turned to him.

“The Academy? You must be a mage from there then.”

“Not yet. I hope I will be, though.”

“Then perhaps it is my turn to ask you a favor.”

“Sure.”

“I have business in the Capital though there is no way of entering without a writ of passage. I suppose you would be able to procure that for us?”

“I guess so.”

“Very well. We will have to make the journey through the pass before the deep snows set in. The first of the cold winds have already arrived.”

“Damn. We don’t have much time then.”

Telura whistled.

“Thus, we best get moving,” she said.

In the distance, a black Arok came running towards them. Its long, sharp horns indicated it to be a mature male. It was the first time Rega had seen one and it was much larger than he had imagined.

It stopped next to them as its hooves stomped into the ground causing it to tremble. Long and matted black fur hung from its body and Telura used them to pull herself up onto its back in a swift motion. Rega paused, wondering how to get on. Telura saw him and she reached down and offered her hand.

The beast moved quickly and Rega found himself having to hold on for his life lest he tumble from it. Telura saw his difficulty when she glanced behind her and motioned for him to hold onto her waist. He hesitated but then decided it was a far better option. He wrapped his arms around her and steadied himself.

“Th-thank you,” Rega said.

“You are lucky to be alive,” she said, “we’ve had many men disappear in the forest over the last few years, including the ranger.”

“Yes…I guess so. I always thought the Fae were not malevolent.”

“They weren’t, at least until the vanishing of the Divines. Without their power to draw on, they began to search elsewhere to satisfy their hunger.”

The Arok jumped over a rock and Rega held her even tighter now.

“Sorry. It’s my first time on an Arok,” Rega said, and realized that Telura was smiling.

In the distance, the village of Seantha began to appear as the Jagged Mountains, already capped by snow, loomed even larger.

“We will rest for the night, and make the crossing at first light tomorrow,” Telura said.

“Very well,” said Rega. As he held Telura, he was reminded of Deanyr once more. He closed his eyes and tried to use his Sight to reach into the distance, back from where he came, back to the house where she lived but it was too far away.

Deanyr was right, Rega realized. He should not look back.

Nia’s Jump Into D , D Ch. 03

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Nia’s return home:

The next morning, Ridley and Nia headed back to the castle. Empress Savina was curious as to why it took them so long. All Nia told her was that they needed some time alone to cope with Marina’s death. Savina bought it, even though she was still curious as to why they were acting so skittish around each other. Savina, Norda, and Nia sat alone by a small pond talking about the events that happened since Nia had gotten there.

“Nia, I am curious.” Norda rubbed her sore neck.

“About what, Norda?” Nia cocked her head to the side.

“About why you and Ridley are so…what’s the word you used, Empress?” Norda closed her eyes, listening to the birds in the background.

“Skittish?” Savina giggled.

“Yes, skittish. About why you and Ridley are so skittish around each other.” Norda opened her eyes, looking Nia straight in the eye.

“Well, something happened after you left, Norda.” She grinned sheepishly.

Savina looked at Nia with disbelief.

“You didn’t???” Savina gaped at Nia.

“No, Empress. We only kissed.” She laughed to herself at the young Empress’ naiveté.

“Oh. How was it?” Savina gathered closer to Nia, as Norda rose from her seat and left.

“Well, it was sweet.” Nia felt a little embarrassed that the Empress was asking her such a question.

Savina and Nia sat there for a few more hours just talking about Ridley and the kiss. Nia made Savina promise that she wouldn’t tell anybody that she knew, even Ridley. Savina promised. It was that afternoon at lunch when things started to change. Nia sat next to Empress Savina, on Savina’s right, with Norda on Savina’s left. The meal was quiet, which was strange to them. After lunch, Savina called for her seamstress to make Nia a beautiful gown. She also had Norda fetch Nia a beautiful tiara to wear. At that evening’s counsel, the young Empress had an announcement to make. She called for silence.

“I escort sultangazi know that the events of the last couple of days have been tragic, but hopefully this announcement of mine will raise some spirits. Enter Nia.”

Nia entered the room, her dress flowing behind her. She looked beautiful, like nothing Ridley has ever seen. The counsel went suddenly quiet when Nia entered.

“Stand before me.” Savina rose from her seat, “Nia Whitecastle, since you have come here, things have gotten a little better. Some would say that you have been a calming influence on me. No one but Norda would stay by my side and listen to my stories or talk to me about things that some girls my age would talk about. I have made a friend in you, and to that I give great thanks.” Savina nodded toward Nia.

“I thank you, Empress.” She bowed to Savina.

“I have found out some very interesting information about our guest recently. She is said to be the soul descendant and reincarnation of the great warrioress, Thimescura. What some did not know about Thimescura is that she was a Duchess. So, Nia, my friend, I bestow upon you her title of Duchess and Warrior.” Norda stepped up to Empress Savina with a velvet pillow carrying the tiara. Savina took the tiara off the pillow, Norda bowed then turned and walked away. Nia kneeled before the Empress. Savina carefully set the tiara upon Nia’s head.

“Rise, my friend. Rise and tell us about the magicks that you brought with you.” Savina stepped back so Nia could stand up.

Nia motioned to Ridley to come to her. He walked up to her, carrying her pack on his shoulder. Ridley handed her the pack then walked back to where he was standing. She motioned for Norda to bring the altar.

“Empress, I must say that the things that I brought were not magical until I arrived in your world,” She said as she reached into her pack, splaying the items escort fatih over the altar.

She held up one of the pink vials, “This is the blood of a man. A man named Darrien Fawkes. He has an ability that many of you would only hope to acquire.”

She held up one of the red vials, “This is the blood of another man. A young man by the name of Maxwell Evans, another man with abilities beyond a mage’s comprehension.”

That’s when a strange music started playing through out the room. Legolas walked in hold a boombox. She smiled, took a deep breath, then used magic to change her clothes. When she came out of the magic whirlwind, she was wearing the outfit an Amazon.

“Sorry for the interruption, Empress.” It was Eve and a few amazons.

“Who are you?” Savina looked outraged.

“My name is Eve, Empress. Eve of the Elijans.” This behavior was strange even for Eve.

“What is the meaning of the interruption, Eve?” Nia wondered, walking over to the tall brunette.

“Show them, Nia, show them what else you can do.” Eve and Nia did a kind of squaring off circle.

“What is she talking about, Nia?”

“I’m sorry, Empress. But there is a lot more to me than what I have already told you and shown you. My world is very different from yours. What Eve wants me to do, Empress, is prove it. I haven’t done this in years, but I shall try. I’m talking about dancing, that is.”

Eve and the other warriors stepped back. Some Amazonian dancers entered and Ridley moved the altar. Nia motioned to Legolas to start the music. That’s when Justin’s ‘Like I love you’ started. She even sang to it. She danced like her and the Amazon extras on the set did when she would go there for lessons. She saw that Savina and Norda were nodding their heads to the music. She smiled when she saw Ridley talking to Legolas. No doubt Legolas was blabbing a lot of her secrets. She ran the event of the escort etiler previous night in her head, and then the events that happened that morning. That’s also when the music changed. Eve stepped forward with two swords; she tossed one to Nia. Nia caught the sword, swung it around a few times and then commenced with her little demonstration. They fought; a thing that Nia didn’t know she could do. Every one of the moves that Eve used, the ones she used when she was Livia, Nia was able to avoid. The way she fought was amazing; just like the way that Thimescura fought. The song ended and so did Eve’s little test. That’s when everyone started clapping for her, a standing ovation. The Empress needed no more proof of her, but Nia did insist on finishing her little presentation of her magicks.

She carefully picked up one of the blue vials; “This little vial contains one of the most undoubtedly powerful healing potions in existence. It can heal anything.”

“But what does it contain?” Savina’s question brought a very interesting point.

“It contains the tears of a phoenix. The most powerful healer of all.”

That was all that the counsel of mages needed. They were all very impressed with her. The counsel ended; Legolas, Eve, and all the amazons that came with her left. Nia went to her room alone, all of her things packed. That’s when she felt weird; so she closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in her apartment. She reached up and felt the top of her head. The tiara was still there. She heard light footsteps. Her roommate, Rhiannon, entered the room.

“You’ve been sitting there like that for hours.”

Nia had a questioning look on her face.

“I have?”

“Yeah. Nice tiara.”

“Thanks. How long ago did you get back?”

“A little bit after you did.”

“Oh.”

She rose from her seated position, wobbly.

“Ree?”

“Yeah, Nia?”

“What would you say if I told you that I have met someone?”

“Is it a man?”

Nia could tell that Ree was joking.

“Yes, silly. His name is Ridley. Like the D & D character.”

“Oh. Is he hot?”

“Oh, yeah.”

(To be continued in the next chapter: Rhiannon returns to Izmer with Nia.)

Mystical Trash Ch. 05

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That night, at the stroke of midnight I heard my mother awaken. The floors of our house creaked, alerting me to her movement. I crept from my bed to the sight of her in a white bathrobe, approaching Jahil as he slept. I watched as, to my horror, she dropped the robe her body on full display. Elena took his hand caressing it down her chest, from her collar bone, down her breasts, to her slender stomach. As he touched her, Elena’s body transformed.

“My love, my king,” Elena’s voice echoed, her back glowed blue and her abdomen began suddenly growing until she resembled a woman in her third trimester of pregnancy, “I offer myself to you as your bride.” She kissed him but as she did, she stabbed him in the back of the neck with a large shimmery nail. It penetrated with a sickening crunch.

“AUSTIN!” I screamed.

Austin got out of bed and attempted to grab Elena but she was protected by a blue force field. He was violently thrown back landing hard on his shoulder.

I ran to his side. “You can’t break it?”

“Did you want to try? She’s pregnant with a demon child, and now she’s attempting a siphon!”

I carefully approached the force field. As I gently touched the blue energy I closed my eyes and prayed. “Dad, I’m really scared. If you can hear me, please send help.”

The room started to shake. A glowing line appeared in front of me. It began to crack open little by little until it resembled a portal.

A tall male angel emerged. He had a slender face with deep set eyes and long blonde hair. The angel grabbed Elena by the waist enveloping her with his wings. He glanced at me and Austin before exiting the way he came.

We rushed to Jahil’s side. His eyes were pale and milky. “Austin? Sunny?” He reached out his hand, searching the empty space. Jahil had gone completely blind.

Day 1: In addition to the blindness Jahil was suffering chronic seizures. But most alarming was that his body was coming apart. Any injury that was healed using his powers was now un-healing; his leg, his back, his newly fractured ribs and sternum. Worst of all was his head.

I watched as Austin changed the blood soaked bandages. “In Ohio my father was caught trying to unionize migrant workers on a soy plantation. After shooting my father in the leg the land owners stripped him naked. Both my parents were sentenced to one hundred lashes each. I was forced to watch- then it was my turn. To spare my suffering and possibly my life my mother offered herself. The land owners could do whatever they wanted to her. Her only request was to be able to die in my father’s arms.”

I was standing in the doorway. “That’s horrible.”

Austin nodded, “No shit. My father was forced to watch as my mother was brutally raped. When all five men were done with her they told my father to hold his little whore. My father held her in his arms sobbing. Then one of the men fired a single round that pierced my father’s skull passing though into my mother’s heart.” Austin paused to kiss his father’s forehead, tears streaming down his cheeks. “And then I watched as my parents’ bodies were set on fire.”

“Austin, I’m so sorry,” I said, still too afraid to take a step in to the room.

Day 2 was my turn to cut school. Jahil was barely able to consume food, so as the result he had little to no energy. I tried to offer him small sips of water but the act of swallowing proved to be incredibly painful. The way his face and throat contorted, it was as if he was trying to swallow a handful of thumbtacks. I spend the majority of the day sitting outside the door. I felt sick and ashamed. I didn’t deserve to be the one to save him.

Day 3, Austin and I were in the backyard taking in the beauty of the freshly fallen snow Austin was smoking while I held a cup of coffee. He had procured a few needles of morphine, to allow Jahil to sleep. “How fucking oblivious are you, Sunny? You’re meant to be with him, you’re meant to save him!”

I started fidgeting with my cup. “I have a crush, I’ll admit that, but really, your dad is what forty, fifty?” I wanted him, I wanted him with all of my heart but I was afraid. What if I couldn’t save him, what if it was too late?

Austin shook his head. There were tears welling up in his eyes. “Try five thousand!”

My hands froze. My coffee cup fell to the ground, shattering. “What did you say?” There was no way. But there was. His magic, his beauty, Jahil was not human. That realization hurt more. He was precious, like an endangered species. I knew he needed me.

Austin placed a hand on my shoulder. “That was a fact I was never meant to reveal. It’s his most intimate secret: something he would have told the woman who was destined to be his bride.”

“You’re fucking with me.”

“You’ve seen it with your own eyes! The markings on his body; symbols that have not been seen since the time of the Mayans,” Austin pleaded. “And he loves you. You can’t deny that.”

“What’s the catch?” I asked. My real question was: what would happen if I failed? Did I escort kağıthane run the risk of hurting him even worse?

Austin bit his lip. “You might not survive; any human who has sex with my father goes up in flames.”

“Oh, of course,” I said with an eyeroll.

“I’m serious, as a child I witnessed it with my own two eyes.” Austin’s voice choked with tears. “It had been a cold day in North Carolina. My mother was struggling with headaches, or something I don’t really remember. I just know she was too sick to make love to my father, and it was tearing her up inside.”

“I don’t understand.”

“He needed to be at full power for the revolt against the land owners. So he took a sacrifice. It was the most gruesome thing I had ever seen- up to that day anyway.”

My mouth was hanging open. “How and why did you witness that?”

“It was ceremonial, my father is a God!”

I was certain the look on my face revealed how freaked out I was. Now there were two unfavorable outcomes: I could fail Jahil, and I could die. This was not my world, not my reality. I didn’t belong here.

Austin patted my arm in a way that I assumed was meant to be reassuring. “But you’re not human your mother is a succubus.”

Ok, make that three outcomes: I could also suck the life out of him the way my mother did to my father.

Austin gently touched my cheek. “You don’t have to be afraid. I’ve seen the way he looks at you: the same way he looked at my mother. My mother, Helen, was sixteen years old when she gave herself to him.”

She was how young? I made a mental note to not hold that against Jahil. “Could you maybe tell me the story of how they met? What was it like for her to fall in love with him?”

Austin started to smile, it was as if the very thought of his parents falling in love filled him with joy. “My father used to work as a smuggler; helping illegal aliens reach the promise land. My mother, she was this tall kind of awkward girl, with a round face and long black hair. She was strong- growing up in Honduras she had to be. She learned how to run for miles, in order to find work as a courier. She knew how to land a punch, how to disarm an attacker all in order to protect the packages: drugs, weapons, stuff that if it got lost in transit- would not have ended well for her. And when there were no courier jobs she learned how to pick pockets. All self taught. My mom was a bad-ass.” Austin closed his eyes. The way tears streamed down his cheeks, as he smiled ever so slightly. I wondered if he was trying to picture her face.

“She sounds amazing.”

“Yeah, she was. My parents were so in love. In the stories she used to tell me, she was shy, and it took her a few days to gather the courage to talk to him. I mean really who could blame her- you know what my father looks like; dark, intense. He looks like the type of man who would sell the children he was tasked with smuggling across the border.”

I laughed, “He does not.”

Austin laughed with me. “But then she started talking to him. She told him about her hopes and dreams, about her magic. At pit stops she always made sure to share her food and water with him. She grew to learn he was a kind man who only wanted to help people. So when they made it to Texas she stayed with him.”

Austin took out his wallet. “This is the only picture I have of her.”

The beautiful slender woman in the photo held a baby in her arms. The baby was looking at the camera but the woman’s head was turned to the side laughing. I could see where Austin got his genes from; Helen was a runner, she was an athlete even if it was only to save her own skin. And her smile; Austin had his mother’s smile.

“Aww, you were a cute baby,” I said with a giggle. “What happened?”

Austin abruptly stopped laughing. “Sunny, I have a spell to prepare. You have twenty-four hours to decide, or you will lose him.”

“What if I need more time?”

“Whatever is growing inside your mother is draining my father’s power. If you choose to be his bride that connection will be severed, otherwise he must die by my hand.”

“Why must he die by your hand?” I asked. Did Austin mean to take his father’s power?

“Because my father is immortal, he cannot be killed by traditional means- and that includes injuries!”

“Oh,” I muttered softly, that made things so much worse. I could fail him, I could die. There was still the possibility I could kill him with my succubus genetics. But I if I chose to be a coward he would have to die by magic, if only to end his pain.

“Every bone could be broken, every organ failed, even his brain could be gone to the point where he could no longer communicate.” Austin cupped his hand over his mouth as if envisioning what that would look like. “My father’s soul would stay trapped in his body for all eternity.”

“No…” The idea shook me to my core. Jahil didn’t deserve to suffer such a fate.

Through tears Austin continued his explanation, “The spell I would make could be used to coat escort beyoğlu any kitchen knife with black magic. And although it would absolutely devastate me, I would then have to take said knife and plunge it into my father’s chest ending his life. Please don’t make it come to that. My father is all I have left.”

I was picturing it in my mind, what it would look like to watch Jahil die. Would he cry? Would he pray? Did my father have a chance to pray? I had to try. “Ok, I’ll go. I’ll try my best.” Worst case scenario- I would reunite with both Jahil and my dad in the afterlife. That was my plan. If I saved him, if he lived, we would live happily ever after like something out of a fairy tale. But if he died, I wanted to die too. I would die in his arms, forever his bride. I entered the house and made my way to the bedroom. Jahil was asleep in the bed or as asleep as he could be with his failing health. I caressed his face, stroking my fingers down the coarse stubble of his unshaven face.

He turned his head, eyes still closed. I could see blood on the pillow from the massive open wound on the back of his head. “Who is there? Is that you Austin?” He was reaching for my hand, as his eyes started to fill with tears. “Or is it Sunny, my angel?” he asked in a way that was borderline sarcastic, as if he genuinely assumed I would not come for him.

I removed the blankets, exposing his nude body. I stroked his face, Jahil was burning with fever. I placed my fingers to his lips. “It’s me, Sunny. Everything is going to be ok.” I undressed, down to my bra and underwear. Shivering in the warmth of the room, I climbed into the bed. I could feel him trying to lift his hands to touch my back, the way he did when we first kissed. I gripped his hand. “Just let me hold you.”

“Sunny?” he asked again, his eyes flicking.

I began kissing his sternum. I could feel the bones breaking, separating inside of his chest. “M-My love,” I kissed his hand as I spoke, “my king,” I kiss him down his stomach, his strong muscular abs. “I offer myself to you willingly.” My lips touch him between his legs. I could feel the warmth of his naked thighs, as I licked my tongue down the length of his shaft.

Nothing, it was like touching a limp piece of meat. I wasn’t sure what I expected. He was clearly on the verge of losing consciousness. I wasn’t about to give up. Men in comas could get hard, right? Or was that just an urban legend? “Jahil, baby, are you still there?”

“Those are not your vows,” he said in a pain stricken whisper.

“It’s what my mom said. I thought it was like a magical spell or something.”

“I-I want to hear your vows.”

I was nervous before but now my heart was beating so fast I felt like I was going to pass out. I got off the bed and caressed my fingers down his long muscular legs. I knew what I wanted to do; a truly selfless act of love. I moved to the front of the bed. On my knees, I kissed the soles of his feet. ‘You can do this, just speak from your heart.’ I started to massage his feel, seeking out the tension in his muscles.

“My beautiful Sunny, you have the touch of an angel.”

His words made me smile. “When my father was alive, I would always massage his feet. It didn’t take much, the simple act of recognizing someone’s pain and humbling one’s self in their honor. I read somewhere that the organs of the body were directly connected to the feet.” I wanted to worship him, to truly love him. “I vow to always massage your feet, Jahil.”

My hands moved to his ankles, massaging with deep pressure. The way his muscles were in spasm, I knew his legs were in horrible pain. I paused to wipe the tears from my eyes. “When you come home from work, you’ll sit on the recliner. I’ll bring you a beer. Then I’ll take off your boots then your socks. I’ll work my magic to relax away your day.” My mouth went to his thigh, placing a gently kiss upon his scars.

“I need your strength. My body is too far gone.”

I knew what he meant; he wanted me and I wanted him. But to make that happen, I needed to induce an involuntary arousal. I sat down next to him on the bed and started to touch myself; my inner thighs, my sensitive lips, to my flower. I made sure to loop my leg around his, so Jahil could feel the movement of my body. My plan was to use my juices as lube and I would need a lot of lube for what I was about to do.

I pictured the first time I put my fingers inside of him, it was so sexy. The way his body tensed, how hard it made him, ending with his deep intense release. When I had my hand nice and wet- I went for it. I spread his legs. I stroked my fingers down his manhood to that special place. Suddenly I became nervous. The first time I put my fingers inside him I did it on instinct. Now I was genuinely afraid of hurting him. I carefully slipped in one finger then two. I had no idea what I was doing, or how to touch a man’s body.

But Jahil was moaning, quivering. I could feel him tighten around my fingers. I took that as a sign that I once again escort esenler located the male equivalent of a g-spot. I kept one hand inside him as the other worked his shaft. I could feel his blood flowing, his gorgeous manhood rising to attention.

I removed my underwear and straddled his hips, preparing to lower myself on to him. I started slow, after only a few inches I could I feel him breaking me. It hurt but it was a good hurt a warm build up of heat, like eating a spicy chili pepper. I wanted more. I closed my eyes as I took in his entire length. I could feel my walls clench. I had never been with a man before but I had watched plenty of movies. I moved my hips rhythmically, riding a wave of pure ecstasy.

Jahil reached for my hand. His large fingers felt so comforting. But that wasn’t going to fly. I just gave him the most precious gift someone can give. I wanted him to make me feel like a woman. I moved his hands to touch my body; my slender thighs, my ass, exploring my hips, up to my breasts. I moved his hands under my sports bra. I nearly fell over as his big, rough, callused hands gave my breasts a firm, tender squeeze.

As I closed my eyes, I could feel waves of energy washing over both of our bodies. I heard creaking, the sound of bones being reset. “Jahil?”

I opened my eyes. What I saw brought me to tears. His body shimmered with golden patterns, images of animals, nature and warriors. I stroked my fingers over a pattern of birds. The glowing birds fluttered from his abs to his shoulder.

That was cool.

I leaned in, to kiss his lips. With our mouths about an inch apart I suddenly felt a rush of energy, like swallowing a tidal wave.

“Sunny you are …” My lover opened his eyes, revealing their dark brown color. “You are my queen.”

I had done it, I had saved him.

With his powers restored he rolled my body. He pinned me down and thrust himself into me deep and hard. He didn’t ask if I was in pain or if I wanted him to stop: he knew I could take it. “Sunny, you are my treasure, my love,” his voice was deep and strong. Although he still spoke with an accent his English was miraculously perfect.

My body trembling, it was all I could do to keep from crying out.

He moved his mouth to my breasts gently biting down on my nipple. “That’s for when you withdrew your beautiful breasts from my lips.”

My hands caressed his back, touching his scars. They were no longer the marks of a slave they were the scars of a hero. “You may remember you were coughing up blood at the time. It felt a little awkward.”

Jahil looked me in the eyes, he lifted his chin. From that angle his eyes looked like the eyes of a jaguar. “I would have wanted you. Even then I would have taken you as my bride.”

“Wow.” I had to admit I was impressed by the clarity of his memory. “I’m sorry. It was I who lacked courage. But please know I do love you.”

“And I you,” he said returning his mouth to my chest. He sucked on my skin so hard I knew I would wake up covered in bruises.

I moaned getting closer and closer to climax. Strange words started to go through my head, an incantation in a language I had never spoken or even heard before. I gripped his back, begging him to kiss me. As our lips met, I held on for dear life. I felt a rush or energy- no – electricity like I was transitioning to a higher form of being. I closed my eyes giving in to the intensity.

“Ow!” I hit my head with a thump, we suddenly teleported, landing on a beach. I wish we had simply been transported but the feeling was more like being dropped from a ledge. Luckily we were wrapped in the blankets from my mother’s bed.

“Where are we?” I asked. There was sand all over my exposed back.

Jahil blinked his eyes, the light of the sun was blinding as it pierced through the fog. “This magic is not of my power, although this place does seem familiar- California perhaps?”

I looked to the shore and I could see the Golden Gate Bridge. “San Francisco,” I whispered.

Wrapped in the red comforter Jahil looked at the bridge. “Of course,” he laughed. Beautiful sandy beached covered in fog, I have fond memories of this great city.

“Yeah, me too, I haven’t been to the west coast since I was a kid.”

I wrapped myself in a sheet, but I was still cold. So I joined Jahil under the comforter, snuggling my head to his shoulder. Jahil felt warm, but not like when he had a fever. When he was sick his skin felt tacky due to the sweat. But in that moment his skin felt smooth, soft and warm like a space heater. “I wonder what time of day it is. Even on cold days there are usually a few tourists out.” Jahil said nothing, he simple held me as he looked out the sky.

That was when I heard voices. Jahil and I were reasonably well hidden behind a wall of rocks. “I’ll be right back,” I said as I kissed his cheek. I stood up, if only to see who else was on this beach. It was me. Before me stood a vision of my father and my three year old self playing in the waves while my mother watched from the shore.

I remembered that day. The weather was cold and foggy and the ocean felt like ice, but growing up in the Midwest we had felt fine to go out for a swim. “This is a place my father took me to.”

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Lei was flying. It was mid day and she couldn’t see anything for the brightness. Suddenly an unreasonable gust of wind grabbed hold of her and threw her, back down, into a spiderweb.

The brightness lessened and Lei could see clear as night. Black was approaching.

“Fooooood,” he taunted in a ghoulish voice. “Fooood.”

Lei realised she was naked.

“Food,” taunted Black, looking down at her with hungry eyes. In one movement he grabbed her wrists and ankles, and spread them far apart.

“Food,” said Black and laughed while webbing her hands and feet to the web.

From somewhere outside one of the birds that never left for winter made a loud racket and Lei woke. She wasn’t sure whether to feel blessed or sad to have been rescued from that dream. It had been frightening but also… erotic. That was it. Erotic!

Lei smiled to herself. She had had erotic dreams before, but back then she hadn’t been a full-blown woman. A good three-quarters of a year had passed since she had left her cocoon a full adult. In that time, she hadn’t thought much about the mysteries of womanhood. Now that she, as a woman, had a taste of lust, what sprang to mind was that it really was about time.

Still smiling smugly, Lei snuggled against the soft silk. Her bedding was heavenly.

Black had padded her winter-hole with a thick insulating layer of it, and had made her several thick, fluffy, blankets. He had sternly instructed her that if she ever froze she should call for him, and he would come warm her.

It was no wonder her first erotic dream had been of Black. His silk delightfully caressed her skin all night, every night; all her winter-clothing was insulated with it. And at day she slept in the warmth of this wonderful bedding that was all his making.

Lei pressed her face into her blanket and inhaled deeply. Spending all day breathing his scent, it was no wonder she would dream of him.

In real life Black was just as strong as he had been in the dream. So swift, and overpowering, and…

Lei squeezed her legs together. Her most private place was pounding away, as if she had grown a tiny heart down there which pounded in tune with her other one.

She had never really touched herself there. Sharing a bed with two brothers and a sister didn’t encourage such exploration. Before leaving home she’d never been alone while washing herself either.

Lei glanced toward her hole’s exit. It had been cold at dawn; she had tied the drape closed before going to sleep. The knot hadn’t loosened, and there was no risk of Black looking inside at an awkward moment. Yet, Lei kept the blanket on while slowly sliding a hand to her thong.

She had an expectant warm feeling in her gut and a mischievous grin on her lips. Alone or not. This was naughty.

Her fingers reached the top of her thong. She slipped them under, and slid further to get to where it throbbed.

Lei’s smile disappeared. Something was wrong. Her fingers had found wetness. A lot of it. It felt too slimy to be pee. Lei threw off her cover, sat up, and looked at her fingers.

They weren’t bloody, and it was the wrong time for that anyhow.

There wasn’t anything to see, except that her fingers were wet. Lei rubbed her thumb against the wet fingertips. The wetness felt slimy. Nauseous with worry, Lei took off her thong, curled forward as best she could, and did her best to look at her privates. It was an impossible place to inspect on your own.

What if she had an infection? She didn’t know anything about treating infections. All she had ever cared to learn about was bow-making. What if she got sick?

She forced the panic back and started wiping herself clean. Then she dressed and took a short trip into the daylight for snow. It took her a while to melt enough snow with her hands to wet a corner of a blanket. But, once that was done, cleaning off the last of the slime was fairly easy.

Lei had a hard time going back to sleep and often moved her hand into her thong to check for slime. After an hour of restlessness, there was still no trace of slime, and Lei slowly calmed. After even longer, she fell back asleep.

When she woke at sunset, the first thing she did was check her privates for slime. Lei breathed a sigh of relief when her fingers only found slight moisture. That was the normal condition of that area.

She smelled her fingers and was shocked by the tangy smell. Although, she admitted to herself, she really had no clue how she was supposed to smell down there. Lei cursed herself for not having been curious about that sooner.

Outside her hole the night was beautiful. There was snow everywhere. But, Lei was not in a mood to enjoy it.

Black seemed to be in a good mood, until her sourness infected him and he crawled off to mind his own business. Lei didn’t bother to apologise. Black rarely bothered to when he mecidiyeköy escort was having a bad night.

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She washed her nether region at least five times that night, although there was no trace of the slime of the day. When dawn came, she felt a little better. Whatever had caused the slime, it had probably gone away.

Sleep came to her easily.

Lei was flying through the forest. Something was chasing her. Something fast. She was flapping her wings with all her might, but the wind just wouldn’t obey properly, and the something was catching up to her.

Then it caught her and she realised it was her father.

“You are bad,” he said, bent her over his lap, and pushed an arm between her folded wings, spreading them. His other arm he raised up in the air, preparing to spank her buttocks.

“You are very bad,” he said, but it was no longer her father. The man holding her was Black.

Lei whimpered as he pulled her arms behind her back and folded them over her wings.

“Very bad.” Blacks voice was smooth and hungry. His legtips were wandering all over her body.

Lei squeezed her legs together to protect her most private place. Black said nothing but pressed legs between her thighs and…

Lei woke. Her stomach was buzzing with warmth and her nether was pounding. She squeezed her legs together around the sensation.

There was a squishy feeling where her thighs pressed against her thong.

“Oh no,” whimpered Lei, and started sobbing.

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Kokata studied Lei from his hiding place. She had been moody for days, and it seemed she couldn’t look at him without finding something to yell about. He was tired of being yelled at.

He was in a right mind to lay himself in the snow and speed up time. Maybe when spring arrived, Lei would be more like herself and less like a beetle.

Lei rose from her work and flew off. She returned shortly after. Most likely it had just been a piss break.

She sat back down at her usual work place, and picked up the leaf spine she had been working on before leaving, but then put it back down and simply started sobbing.

She looked very alone and scared.

Kokata left his place of hiding and crawled to her, approaching from behind.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, and hated the way she stiffened her shoulders at the sound of his voice.

“Nothing,” claimed Lei, and snorted back snot.

“Then why are you crying about it?” snarled Kokata.

“It’s got nothing to do with you,” said Lei, and surreptitiously wiped her nose and eyes. As if he couldn’t guess that was what she was doing.

“What has got nothing to do with me?” pushed Kokata, straining not to snarl. He hated that she wouldn’t confide in him.

“I think I’m sick,” confided Lei, quietly.

“Sick?” Kokata’s stomach jumped up to his heart, somersaulted, and dove down hard on his guts. “How sick? Sick how?”

“I don’t know,” sobbed Lei.

“Don’t know!” snarled Kokata. “How can you not know?”

“It’s in the nether region,” sobbed Lei. “I don’t know what it is.”

“How bad is it?”

“I don’t know,” sobbed Lei, and then she started telling a long confusing story about slime, and washing, and fresh slime, and sleeping, and finished it with:

“… And now I just went to pee and there was slime in my thong. And I don’t know what it is. And I don’t know what to do. And I’m scared.”

Kokata felt like a bucketful of rocks were churning around inside his stomach. If Lei was scared, he was terrified. They were far from any kind of people. How would he get her to a healer in the middle of winter? How would he even find a healer?

“Allright,” said Kokata. “Slime.” He slid some legs around Lei and hugged her. “It doesn’t have to be dangerous. Maybe it’s just a minor infection.”

“What if it’s a parasite?” sobbed Lei. “What if something crawled in there and laid it’s eggs?”

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“Everything will be fine,” comforted Kokata, and gently rocked her, but really he was anything but calm.

“I don’t know what to do,” wept Lei, pressing back against him.

“You need to let me look at it,” said Kokata.

Lei stiffened in his hold.

“I know,” snarled Kokata, “it’s a private place. But maybe I can see something that you can’t.”

“You’re not a healer,” said Lei.

“No. But I’m good at killing bugs,” snarled Kokata. “If it’s a parasite that, at least, should be useful.”

For a moment, Lei was silent. Kokata was just about to press the issue when she beat him to it.

“Allright,” she said, and pushed out of his hold. “I’ll let you look.”

Then, her eyes firmly on the snow, Lei walked past him toward her hole. Kokata crawled after her.

Lei’s hole was larger than her last one had been. There was more than room for both of them.

Kokata watched in silence as Lei took off her outer clothing, her under pants, and her thong. Under other conditions he would have loved a chance to inspect bayrampaşa escort her nether region.

“I…” said Lei, holding her hands in front of her, hiding from his line of sight what the thong usually did. “I… I’m not comfortable about this.”

Kokata wasn’t sure what to say.

“I smell down there,” said Lei, lowering her head even further.

“I don’t mind,” said Kokata. “Just please, let me have a look.”

Lei nodded, laid herself down, and, very hesitantly, spread her legs.

Kokata moved in between and gently laid legtips on her upper thigh to spread them further. Lei’s body jumped on the bedding.

“You’re cold,” she apologised.

“Gimme a moment,” said Kokata, released Lei’s thighs, and shivered for all he was worth.

“Is that better?” he asked, holding a legtip against Lei’s thigh.

“Much better,” said Lei, nodding.

“Good.” Kokata again, put legtips on both Lei’s thighs, and gently pushed for her to spread them further. Then he lowered his face till it was a mere hand’s width from Lei’s womanhood.

“So far it doesn’t look wrong,” said Kokata, though he wasn’t sure exactly how it was supposed to look. “It’s not a bad smell,” he added, for a moment raising his body and glancing up at Lei’s face. Her eyes were closed and she had a tortured, embarrassed look on her face.

Kokata ran his tips over the folds. They really were wet with something. The substance didn’t seem malignant though. He moved his face even closer and inhaled deeply. It was a good smell. It was strong, and alien, but his whole body recognised it to be very good. Kokata shivered.

“Not now,” he soundlessly mouthed to himself.

How could his body choose this time to respond to Lei?

Kokata took a slow deep breath to calm himself. Through his nose. It had the exact opposite effect. It was the smell. His body recognised it even if he had never smelled it before.

“Are you sure you are not supposed to smell this way?” asked Kokata, having a very hard time keeping his voice even.

“No,” replied Lei. The word came out resembling an embarrassed whine.

“I think the smell is right,” said Kokata, and raised himself. If he could have a few breaths without it then maybe he could clear his head. ‘The smell is right.’ Couldn’t he find a more delicate way to put it?

“What about the slime?” asked Lei, covering her face with her hands.

“Let me check.” Kokata lowered his face again, and made sure not to inhale the intoxicating aroma. Without warning, not to give Lei time to be further embarrassed, he stuck out his tongue and ran it over the wettest area.

Lei shrieked with surprise, and would have closed her legs if he hadn’t held onto them. To calm her he raised himself while tasting his tongue.

“What are you doing?” Lei’s voice was hoarse with shock and thick with embarrassment.

Kokata waved at her with a legtip, still tasting his tongue.

“It tastes sort of metallic,” he said, and again moved his tongue around in his mouth. “It doesn’t taste unhealthy. Are you sure it’s not supposed to be there?”

“Of course it’s not supposed to be there,” complained Lei. “I told you. I’ve never had slime like that there.”

The heavy feeling in Kokata’s stomach had lifted at the arousal the scent had caused. Now it returned and pushed the arousal away.

“I’ll start looking for parasites,” he said, and lowered himself.

He carefully spread every fold she had. There was no sign of neither eggs nor tinybug bites, and he told her so.

“Allright,” said Lei, the palms of her hands firmly attached to her face.

“The slime is coming from inside you,” said Kokata. “I’ll have to feel around in there.”

“I don’t want you to,” sobbed Lei. “I wan’t a healer.”

“I’ll be very gentle,” promised Kokata, and exceedingly slowly moved a legtip toward where the cracks in the folds went deeper than could be stretched.

“Don’t,” screeched Lei the moment he started sliding it in.

Kokata withdrew the legtip and raised himself. Lei was sobbing hard. He could see tears running out at the sides of her hands. She was scared and miserable.

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“I can’t,” she sobbed. “I can’t. I can’t.”

“It’s allright,” said Kokata, and pressed his cheek against one her thighs.

“You don’t have to,” he lied, while securing his hold on the thigh. He turned his face till his lips were on her thigh and kissed her soft white skin.

Then he opened his mouth and bit.

Lei shrieked and fought him like a caught moth-beast. Kokata pulled his teeth out of her flesh but held on tight awaiting the effect of the poison. It only took a moment, but it was a long heart-wrenching moment.

“Everything will be allright,” he said, when finally Lei relaxed and sagged back on the bed.

“I feel great,” sighed Lei, her arms splayed on both sides of her. “This bed is soooo soft. I love this bed.”

“That’s good,” said Kokata gently, and slowly spread Lei’s legs.

“You bit me,” said escort bahçelievler Lei and giggled.

“I bit you,” agreed Kokata softly, firmly keeping Lei’s legs apart with two of his own.

“It didn’t hurt much,” said Lei. She had a wide, silly, beautiful smile on her face.

Kokata spread Lei’s folds and again moved a legtip in position.

“I have dreams about you,” said Lei and giggled.

“That’s nice, Scrawny. Now try to lay still, please.”

“I like dreaming about you, Black.”

Kokata very slowly pushed the tip inward.

“That feels nice,” said Lei, and moved her legs within his hold on them.

Kokata shivered. He closed his eyes and reminded himself why he was doing what he was doing.

“It tickles when you shiver,” giggled Lei.

Kokata pushed further and Lei made a complaining sound.

“Was that my virginity?” she asked, with a blurred voice. “It didn’t hurt much.”

He wasn’t sure but made sure to move even slower. He had no idea what her inside was supposed to feel like.

“It feels gooder than it hurts,” sighed Lei, restlessly moving around on the bedding. “Much gooder.”

Kokata felt around, first sides, then bottom side, then top side.

“Yes, there,” exclaimed Lei.

“Where?” asked Kokata, slowly retracing his movement. “Did you feel something?”

“Back a bit,” insisted Lei. “No, not that far. Deeper. Yes there! Touch there.”

Kokata gently rubbed the spot.

“You have something there?” he asked. He couldn’t feel anything resembling a parasite on the spot.

“Stay there,” pleaded Lei. “It feels really good.”

Kokata stopped.

“Don’t stop,” whined Lei.

Maybe biting her had been a bad idea. She wouldn’t be much help the state she was in.

“It felt really nice,” whined Lei, writhing against the bedding.

Slime squeezed out of her around his legtip. Kokata shivered with lust but pushed the feeling away.

While he had his eyes on the liquid, and his ears on Lei’s ragged breathing, pieces clicked into place.

Lei was feeling lustful. With the words of young men speaking in whispers, one would say she was ‘wet’. Kokata had always thought it had been a code. Secret slang for young men. He felt stupid to have taken this long to realise that the expression was literal.

Kokata pulled his legtip out of Lei, tucked her blanket around her, laid down next to her, and pulled her into a protective hug.

“This is nice too,” said Lei, and sighed happily.

“You’re not sick,” said Kokata.

“I have nice dreams about you,” said Lei, and giggled.

“That’s nice, Lei.” Kokata hoped she wouldn’t be too angry when the poison wore off, especially since it had all turned out to be needless.

“The other day I dreamt that I flew into your net.” Lei pressed her blanket covered body against his. “And then you webbed me down and fucked me.”

Kokata’s eyes widened and his breath stuck in his throat.

“It was such a nice dream.” Lei stretched with pleasure. “Will you fuck me, Black?”

Kokata shivered and for a few seconds he couldn’t speak.

“Try to sleep,” he finally managed to croak out. “You will probably have nice dreams.”

“You think so?”

“Yes,” croaked Kokata. “Just close your eyes and lie still.”

Lei did as instructed. Kokata too lay absolutely still. Given the circumstances, she might forgive the bite, eventually. But she’d never forgive him if he did more.

“I wanna fuck,” said Lei.

“That’s the poison talking,” croaked Kokata, as much to himself as to her. “Go to sleep.”

—==(o)==—

Kokata was not sorry. Not really. He had done what he thought best with as much as he had understood at the moment of doing it. He wasn’t repenting. And yet, he spent most his waking hours on an act of repentance.

Kokata was spinning thread.

Lei had been right about the oak-tree; there was almost never any wind in it. He often let his spinning stick dangle so far as a body-length below. Lengthen the silk, spin it around, watch it spin, ball the thread. It was hypnotising work.

Lengthen the silk, think of your life, spin it around, hope for the best, watch it spin, fear the worst, ball the thread, control your fear.

They weren’t talking. Lei had said she needed time.

Kokata lengthened the silk. Maybe he needed time too, but it wasn’t nice not to have a choice about it. He set the stick to a spin.

How could she have erotic dreams about him? Maybe people could dream anything. He had once had a dream that he was a green cloud up in the sky. It had been a strange dream, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be a green cloud.

She had said she liked the dreams she had had about him.

When he had been very small, some of the young beetle-men had dared each other to let him bite them, and then they had tortured him till he had done it.

Back then it had seemed his poison sedated and caused euphoria, while also being an aphrodisiac and a truth serum.

But maybe it just made people say strange things.

Kokata balled the thread, refastened it, and lengthened the silk.

He wanted to taste that metallic taste again. He wanted to taste it and be able to savour it.

He spun the stick, and watched it spin.

She had liked being touched by him. Kokata knew it had been the poison, but that didn’t stop him longing.

Mud and Magic Ch. 07

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Growing Pains

Author’s Notes:

This chapter wouldn’t have been possible without my lady love, beta reader Thornfoote and my faithful editor bikoukumori. For your help, support, input and tireless editing passes I offer my thanks.

All participants in sexual activities are adults in their respective species.

* * * *

Thick, warm mud sucked at the soles of his feet. The only noises he could hear were the cawing of the crows overhead and the wet, disgusting slurp whenever he pulled his foot from the mud for another sluggish step. The reddish-brown sludge seemed to fight his every move.

“Where are we?” Lishaka asked. The goblin sorceress trotted alongside him, wearing nothing more than a concerned expression. Her leaf-green skin was spattered with the same retch-inducing substance.

“Dunno,” Rhys muttered. He looked down. He was naked as well, his slender body bleeding in numerous places. His right arm hung useless by his side, the forearm bent in a way it wasn’t supposed to.

Strange. It should hurt like hell, Rhys thought. He raised his gaze and finally, his surroundings came into focus. He and Lishaka were slogging through a grisly forest made up of crosses lit by an infernal orange radiance. Not quite sunset. More like a flaming inferno.

The bodies on the crosses moaned in agony as they passed them. Unlike the previous time, no wooden plaques had been hammered onto their foreheads. Rhys could clearly see who they sloshed past.

Mirrin wailed as their eyes met. “Where were you when I needed you?” she screamed, each word like a lash. Rhys stumbled, crashing into the sticky mud. The cloying smell of blood and guts threatened to swallow him.

Lishaka’s small hands were there, trying in vain to pull him up. “We can’t stay here, Rhys,” she pleaded, throwing panicked looks over her shoulder.

Rhys unsteadily came to his feet, his gaze following hers. There was nothing to see, only unending rows of crosses.

That’s not quite true. There is someone, isn’t there? But try as he might, he could not make out any details. Rhys held on to Lishaka’s small, clawed hand and pulled her along in his wake.

“That’s what you get for meddlin’ in things you have no business meddlin’ with.” Padec, gutted from chin to crotch, gloated down on him. Even near death, his face was a mask of utter disgust as he stared at Rhys. “Everyone you know will die.”

“What do you know?” Rhys snarled. “You were content to let yourself be slaughtered like cattle!” Snarling, he dragged Lishaka onwards. He had no idea where they went but he knew that getting there was of the utmost importance.

“I hope you’re happy fucking a goblin,” Jenny Billings hissed, her naked body writhing on the cross. “Instead of learning how to fight Carver, you’re wasting time sticking that dick of yours-“

Rhys sloshed on, past the gleefully cackling girl. Her blood dripped into the mud, each drop pattering onto the ground with the sound of a pebble impacting water. He could feel something close in, a malicious presence aiming straight for him. His honed senses, attuned to the flow of magic, registered it. Massive, powerful, all-consuming. And it was coming closer. Snarling, Rhys snatched Lishaka off her feet and pressed her shivering, naked body against his, carrying her. He had no idea how he managed it with his shattered arm. Lishaka hugged herself close to him, her eyes burning with a strange mixture of fear, eagerness and lust. Step by torturous step, Rhys dragged his weary body past rows and rows of crosses.

“Don’t let them fool you.” The voice, coming not from a cross, but from straight ahead, stopped him harder than any blow to the head could. Sitting in the mud, swaddled in layers of blankets and with her pipe in hand, was Gran. Her smile was radiant and her eyes sparkled like Rhys had never seen before. The horrifying dent in her skull was there too, oozing blood and brain matter. But if Gran noticed the ghastly injury or not wasn’t obvious. She took a long drag from her pipe.

“What… what is happening?” Rhys stuttered, going to a knee. Lishaka wriggled against him, her hands caressing his scarred back.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Gran pointed with the stem of her pipe. “You’re having a nightmare.”

“I… I don’t want to!”

Gran reached out and patted his knee. “Your subconscious is trying to cope with all the horrors you have endured. Fight the guilt, my little reed. There was nothing you could have done to prevent Dara’s death.”

“How do you know?”

“Her suffering is over, as is mine. We are both in Mercy’s arms. It was about time she and I had a serious talk.”

“Talk? What about?”

“You know I wasn’t keen on that girl but seeing how much you have changed since she bedded you…” Gran chuckled. “I need to apologize. You would have made a fine innkeep, Rhys.”

“If only that were true,” Rhys whimpered. He crawled through the mud and pressed Gran’s bony frame against his body. “I miss you so much.”

“Now, now. No more tears, Rhys. Chin up.” Gran’s hands moved along his broken şişli escort arm, setting bones, knitting flesh. The sound of bone chafing on bone was stomach-turning.

“You say it like it’s the easiest thing in the world,” Rhys sobbed. “Will the pain never end?”

“Losing someone you love hurts. That pain stays with you forever,” Gran said, her own eyes misting over. “Ursa… my dear sister.” She sniffled.

Rhys remembered something. “Say, Gran… the Witch blood…”

A sly, devious smile crept over Gran’s lips. “Ah, you finally noticed, eh? Ursa and I were twins. Of course the blood ran in both of us.” The smile was gone as quickly as it had shown up. “I had dreams, Rhys. Much like you are having now. Visions. And when I dreamed what would happen to Ursa, I hid my gift deep, deep inside where even I could not find it.”

A moment later, Gran was gone. The moaning forest was gone, replaced by a single cross. Dara hung upon it. Rhys looked around. Lishaka was gone too, leaving him alone. The fearsome presence was closer than ever, a mausoleum’s icy breath upon his bare shoulders. But he could not run away.

“Oh Dara,” he moaned.

“Don’t cry, Rhys. It’s me own fault,” Dara said, her bruised face distorted into what he hoped was a smile. “Maybe killing that black rider wasn’t that smart after all.” She sighed. “But he killed me dear brother. What was I supposed to do? Sit by and applaud?” Hot tears spilled from her eyes. “When you were gone, I didn’t care anymore.”

“Why? Don’t tell me I am responsible for your death!”

“No silly. The only one responsible for my death… for all of this… is me. But when you left, you took something away I didn’t know I needed.” A small sob escaped her mutilated breast. “I must have loved you after all.” She shook her head. “Never thought I’d say that. I wish you’d have stayed.”

“And you would have died like all the others,” Hilgrun snarled, towering over him. Her great sword was bloodstained and she was naked, her muscular body painted with blue and white stripes and swirls. The fetid winds whipping around the cross tossed her braid around.

“Your presence would have made no difference and without your magic, you wouldn’t have stood a chance anyway.” She bent low and yanked Rhys to his feet until she could hug him against her warm flesh. Locking eyes with the crucified Dara, she ground herself against Rhys.

“What are you doing?” the young sorcerer asked Hilgrun. His body reacted strongly to her, his member a hard and throbbing presence between them.

“You should not linger here,” she said. Her voice had a soft, heartfelt tone, like the time when they had slept together. “Grief is all well and good but, instead of wishing for things to be different, use the memory of the fallen to strengthen your resolve. Whatever you do will not bring her back.” She placed a gentle kiss on Rhys’ lips. “Run, you fool.”

She slapped his ass, hard. Rhys stumbled past Dara’s cross but when he turned for one last look it was gone. He stood in the fields surrounding Padec’s farm. A light drizzle trickled from leaden clouds but, on the horizon, brilliant rays of sunlight pierced the thick cover. The larch trees near Old Man Harrol’s barn gleamed like emerald torches.

Head spinning, Rhys looked down. He wore his old, threadbare clothes and his feet hurt, wedged into Lissy’s badly repaired clogs. He was freezing and the ominous menace tailing him seemed to be around him, cutting off every escape. Except one. Rhys trotted along the uneven path until he was back at the farm. It was just like he remembered it – before Carver’s black riders had come through. Puddles sparkled in the yard, the chickens made a racket in the hen house and the familiar aroma of manure wafted from the stables. Rhys opened the door to the farm house. His mother, Mara, stood at the hearth, stirring the large kettle. Whatever she cooked, it smelled much better than anything she usually managed.

“I’m home,” Rhys said. “This actually smells really nice.”

“Have a seat,” Mara said. He hesitated. Her voice was different. Not the soft, leaden tones he remembered.

“Come now. I’ve spared no expenses for you, my boy.” She ladled food into a wooden bowl and turned to face Rhys. As she did so, her shape shifted. Gone was the bent-over woman with the blank face his mother had been, replaced with a tall, dark-haired beauty. Gone were the shabby clothes, replaced by glistening silks, just enough fabric to afford the illusion of modesty. Triangles of midnight black accentuated the swell of firm breasts and instead of covering her mound, the long, dark strip of fabric snaking its way between her thighs drew the eyes to the Y formed by her legs and crotch. A hood covered most of her head, yet long strands of lustrous black hair framed her face. Thin golden chains jangled softly as she sashayed closer and the mouth-watering smell of the food was replaced by a dark, sensual fragrance which seemed to go straight from Rhys’s nostrils to his cock. He was achingly hard within a heartbeat.

Her bağcılar escort eyes were of the deepest black imaginable, the lips red like fresh blood on snow and her skin was pale, with just enough of a rosy hue to dispel any ideas of her being undead. Her smile was warm and genuine as she placed the bowl in front of him. A silver spoon appeared on the table next to it.

“Who… who are you?” Rhys asked.

“I am everything you could ever want,” she purred. Her face became indistinct. Rhys started as golden curls spilled from her hood. Elara looked at him. A moment later, the delicate elven face was replaced by Lishaka’s wide grin. Another heartbeat, and Hilgrun’s intense eyes locked gazes with him. Rhys blinked and Mirrin eyed him.

“I would never-!” he protested.

“Oh, I know better,” the strange woman rasped, now wearing the angelic face of Borna. “I know everything, Rhys.” Galdor grinned at him.

“You… you are Desire?”

The raven-haired beauty was back, lounging on the table. “Took you long enough,” she said.

Rhys stood up and retreated, until his back connected with the rough rubble stone wall of the farm house. “What do you want?” he snarled. He balled his left fist, drawing on every energy source he could grasp until a trembling ball of force filled his palm.

“Come now, there is no need for hostility,” Desire said, pouting. “Amidst all the guilt, all the self-flagellation, I heard your cries. Your desire to end Faedal rings loud and true, a clarion call I find irresistible. So, you have succeeded. I am here for you.” She snapped her fingers and gone was the farm house, replaced with a large bed, the mattress extending to the horizon and beyond. She was naked save for the chains curled around her wrists and hips, her lips parted and her breasts heaved in anticipation. “I am here for you, Rhys.”

Desire’s long-fingered hand slithered down her body, between her breasts, over her navel, past the chains and over her hairless mound. She parted her labia.

Rhys crawled away from her and sat up. “This is all a bad nightmare.”

“It was difficult to reach you, with all the guilt piled up around you,” she whispered, gently caressing herself. “But now that I have found you, it does not have to be a nightmare. See?” Her free hand gestured and a moment later, Rhys was surrounded by naked bodies. Elara. Idunn. Galdor. Mirrin. Dara. Hilgrun. Celeste. Borna. Chassari. Even Najat, the catfolk priestess of Allura was there, meowing in heat. They all writhed against him, grasping for his rod, placing his hands on their bodies, kissing every inch of skin they could reach.

Desire was but a shadow behind the long limbs and naked bodies, her smile radiant as she fingered herself. “Name your wishes. I will do anything for you, Rhys,” Mirrin whispered in his ear with Desire’s voice.

“Stop that!” Rhys nearly choked on the words. Dara and Galdor were busy licking him, passing his throbbing hardness back and forth like a delicious treat.

“My gift not good enough for you?” Desire hissed. A moment later, the moaning, writhing bodies were gone, replaced by nothingness. Only the overpowering presence of Desire was there, an ominous glint in her eyes. “Better?” she breathed. Her tongue touched Rhys’ ear.

“What do you want from me?” Rhys snapped. He was confused but the familiar hot rush of anger gained strength by the moment. “I don’t want to be played with!”

“An understandable notion,” Desire admitted. “Let us talk then, like adults. Every fiber in your being seeks revenge for all the horrible things Faedal has done.”

Rhys growled.

“I can give you the power you need to find and defeat him.”

Even in his confusion, Rhys couldn’t help but laugh. “So? Isn’t he your champion? Why would you sacrifice him?”

Desire sighed. “Champion? Hardly. Carver is my Chosen. He thinks. He has ambition. But Faedal? You know his handiwork by now.” Images flashed past them, the blood-soaked octagonal hall under Storm Harbor. Celeste’s broken body. The burning village. “Faedal has no ambition. He is content to squander my gifts in the pursuit of self-indulgence.” She yawned, fanning herself with her fingers. “You, on the other hand, you have ambition. You want to change the world! I would be a fool not to pursue you.”

“Even if you could raise Dara from the dead, I would say no!” Rhys said.

“You want that red-haired tavern wench?” Desire gestured. Dara appeared next to them, looking in confusion down her unblemished body. “I am a goddess, Rhys. Death has no meaning for me.”

“Rhys? What is happening?” Dara asked, rushing to his side. “Why are we naked?”

Rhys gulped air into his lungs. She is toying with you, a voice in his head screamed. It’s not real! Dara held on to his shaking body for dear life, whimpering in incomprehension. If this was a dream, it felt shockingly real. The shiver running through Dara, her hard nipples pressing against his back, even the warm breath on his neck.

“You can’t stop toying with me, can escort zeytinburnu you?” Rhys snarled. He pushed Dara away and locked gazes with Desire. “I told you – I don’t like to be played.”

“Your loss,” Desire said, shrugging. She reached forward and a long, midnight-black blade shot from her palm, impaling Dara through the throat. Gasping for air as her lifeblood bubbled free, Dara went to her knees, eyes flicking between Rhys and Desire as she tried to stem the crimson tide spilling through her fingers.

“I would have let you have her for free even,” Desire said. “Now you are indeed responsible for her demise.” More blades flew from the goddess’ hands, tearing large chunks out of Dara’s flesh. Only when one pierced her eye did she stop gurgling and struggling.

“If beating Faedal means more pain and suffering then so be it!” Rhys yelled. “I don’t want anything to do with you. You are the sole reason Carver can do what he does!”

Desire placed a long-fingered hand on her breast, her face a mask of aggravation. “You wound me, Rhys. But I am in a generous mood tonight. Swear allegiance to me and everything will be forgiven. You shall receive power few mortals were meant to wield. A paragon of purity like you should be able to manage whatever price I might ask, right?” She giggled softly.

“So, if I swear allegiance, you will return Dara to life, give me the power to kill Faedal and then what?” Rhys asked.

Desire’s eyes lit up. “If that’s what it takes…”

“What would be the price?” Rhys prodded.

“There is only one way to find out, dear, just Rhys.” Desire beamed widely. Rhys had seen the same smile before. On Faedal’s face, just as he slit a helpless elf girl’s throat. “But I solemnly promise that it will in no way interfere with your self-appointed mission,” Desire assured him. “I would never get in the way of you killing Faedal. Or all that delicious sex you seem to crave so much.” Another gesture. The bed was back, along with all the naked, moaning bodies yearning for him.

Rhys closed his eyes, listening into himself. He could bring Dara back from the dead. He could be more powerful than even Thurguz himself. He maybe could even do what the old, tired half-orc couldn’t do – stop Carver once and for all.

And by bending his knee to Desire, he would betray everything Gran had taught him. He would be no better than Padec, going to war for Carver, even offering his own daughter for a basket full of food. The decision was easy.

“I respectfully decline.”

“Come now,” Desire pleaded. “Are you sure? Even my patience has limits, boy.”

“Among farmers, there is this saying: ‘Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.’ But I already know that this gift horse is a broken, sick and limping nag and would only cause more grief than it is worth. No. I don’t want your help.”

“Last chance, Rhys,” Desire hissed, a dangerous note in her voice. She pulled her hand up to neck height and, at the same time, Dara’s mutilated corpse rose up as well, like a puppet hanging from its strings. “I am not in the habit of front-loading offers like yours and renouncing me might have dire consequences. Especially since I came personally to visit you.”

“I have heard enough tales of the prices you collect. Begone.”

“As you wish. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Dara’s corpse burst into flames.

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A long, painful scream yanked Rhys awake. It took him a moment to realize that it was his own voice, reverberating off the walls of his room. There still was a distinct note of scorched flesh in his nose.

Trying to steady his breath, Rhys looked around. He was alone. Thankfully. The small oil lamp on his nightstand was the only illumination. Need to change that. He pulled a few strands of magic around his left hand and sent them out as flickering motes of flame. Three more lamps and the fireplace ignited.

Rhys patted his forehead. His skin was sweat-soaked, as were his sheets. He pulled the covers off and froze. His feet. They were caked in a reddish-brown sludge. Large puddles of that same stuff soiled the lower half of his sheets.

Ice-cold dread shot down his spine. That had to be a dream, right? It has to be! He dug his fingernails into his thigh. The pain was very real and it didn’t yank him from another dream. The mud on his feet was as real as the cold stone floor. Close to a panic, Rhys yanked the sheets off the bed, balled them up and tossed them into the fireplace. He then hobbled into the bathroom and scrubbed at his feet until not a single speck of dirt was on them. When he returned to his room, he noticed something else. A small figurine stood on the low table between his armchairs. He picked up the item and inspected it. Two hands forming a bowl, bound by golden chains around the wrists. Desire’s holy symbol. Disgusted, Rhys pulled his arm back to throw and shatter it in the fireplace. But then he hesitated.

The memories were crystal-clear. That was no ordinary dream. He shivered as his mind replayed what he had seen. Never! he thought in disgust as the image of naked Mirrin flashed past, grinding his hand against her sex. So… I refused Desire’s offer. Maybe desecrating her holy symbol on top of that isn’t such a good idea. He yanked open one of the drawers of his desk and tossed the figurine in. Disgusted, he slammed the drawer shut.

Tanjas Toes 08

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Nach unserem letzten Aufeinandertreffen hatte ich gehofft, dass sich ihr Wunsch dass ich mich einem Mann als Schlampe hingebe, in Luft aufgelöst hat, aber ich war mir nicht ganz sicher, ob dem wirklich so war.

Ich versuchte also ihre und meine Fantasien auf ein anderes Thema zu lenken, und fragte sie, ob sie nicht Lust hätte, mit mir gemeinsam in den Urlaub zu fahren.

Sie war sehr positiv überrascht davon und gestand mir, dass sie diesen Wunsch auch schon sehr lange hegte, sich aber aus finanziellen Gründen gerade keinen Urlaub leisten könne. Umso erfreuter sei sie nun, dass ich ihr quasi einen gemeinsamen Urlaub spendieren würde und sie natürlich sofort mit dabei sei.

Na ja, eigentlich war das so nicht gedacht, dass ich den gesamten Urlaub bezahlen sollte. Irgendwie dachte ich, wir würden beide unseren Teil des Urlaubs selbst übernehmen, aber natürlich konnte ich jetzt keinen Rückzieher mehr machen.

Nach ein paar Tagen meldete sie sich bei mir und meinte, ein geeignetes Urlaubsziel in Südspanien gefunden zu haben. Es wäre ein tolles Hotelzimmer für zwei Personen in Andalusien und auch der Mietwagen wäre bereits reserviert. Sie hätte geeignete Flüge und alles in allem sei sie quasi zur Abreise bereit.

Da konnte ich jetzt wirklich nicht meckern. Sie machte Nägel mit Köpfen. Zum Glück bin ich in meinem Job sehr flexibel was die Urlaubsplanung betrifft und so saßen wir eine Woche später im Flieger nach Malaga.

Ich fliege nicht besonders gerne und bin dabei sehr unentspannt. Ich möchte nicht soweit gehen, von Flugangst zu sprechen, aber in jedem Fall ein ordentliches Unbehagen.

Tanja hingegen war total entspannt und zog mich schon beim Start immer wieder mit kleinen Scherzen auf und erzählte mir von zahlreichen Abstürzen und thermischen Löcher, in die so manches Flugzeug gestürzt sei.

Sie genoss es, dass es mir immer schlechter ging.

Kurz bevor ich losschreien wollte vor Angst, erklärte sie mir, dass sie gerne Mitglied des MHC (“Mile High Club”) werden möchte.

Mitglieder des MHC haben einfach in entsprechender Höhe bereits Sex mit anderen gehabt, so klärte sie mich auf. Sie hingegen hätte nun ja keinen Sexpartner dabei, würde aber gerne in entsprechender Höhe auch zum Höhepunkt geleckt werden. Dafür sei ich ja bestens geeignet.

Sofort wurde mir doppelt schlecht, weil ich natürlich Angst hatte, erwischt zu werden.

Sie ließ mich aber keine Ausreden finden und nahm keinerlei Rücksicht auf mein Unbehagen, sondern forderte mich sofort nach Erlöschen des Anschnallzeichens auf, mit ihr auf Toilette zu kommen.

Sie schaffte es in der Tat mit mir zusammen in die Kabine zu gelangen, ohne dass wir erwischt wurden.

Kaum waren wir drin, riss sie sich ihr Sommerkleid hoch und – wie ich mit Erstaunen feststellen durfte – war sie darunter splitterfasernackt. Ich hätte sie also schon die ganze Zeit bearbeiten können, was ich mich natürlich nicht getraut und sie nicht zugelassen hätte.

Ich stand wohl etwas doof vor ihr, als sie meinte:

“Na los, runter auf die Knie, mein Ferkelchen, und los geleckt. Ich werde wohl in der Höhe etwas länger zu meinem Höhepunkt brauchen…obwohl der schöne Steward, der uns bedienen wird, hat mir schon zugelächelt. Vielleicht ist der ja noch ein paar Tage in Malaga, bevor er zurückfliegen muss. Ein paar Stunden würden ja reichen.”

Ich war etwas baff, kniete aber trotzdem vor ihr und wollte gerade anfangen, als sie mich mit den Füßen zurückschob und polterte:

“Würdest Du bitte Deine Hose ausziehen, damit ich Dein steifes Schwänzchen sehe, während Du es genießt, mich zu lecken?!”

“Ähm…also, na klar…”

Ich zog die Hose und meine Unterhose bis zu den Knöcheln nach unten und natürlich war mein ‘Schwänzchen’ überhaupt nicht steif, sondern vom Start noch etwas mitgenommen und in sich gekehrt, was sie mit einem für meine Vorstellung viel zu lauten Lachen quittierte.

“Los fang jetzt an und leg Deinen Kopf in die Mitte der Schüssel. Dann setze ich mich drüber.”

Das war nun nicht ihr Ernst. Ich sollte meinen Kopf in die Mitte der Schüssel postieren?! Das ging natürlich nur, in dem ich mit meinem Hals auf der Schüssel zu liegen kam. Ihr wisst schon – die Stelle, wo es eine Auslassung der Klobrille gibt und vermutlich die meisten Flugpassagiere vorbei pinkelten.

Es war für meinen Rücken reichlich unbequem, aber sie ist nun mal die Herrin.

Sie setzte sich also prompt auf die Brille und drückte mit ihrer Muschi meinen Kopf soweit nach unten, dass ich meine Haare in der Schüssel wähnte.

“Hui, ich bin doch schon ein wenig feucht, mein Ferkelchen, los leg los…wie praktisch eigentlich…wenn ich pinkeln muss, kann ich es einfach in die Schüssel laufen lassen und Du musst es nicht mal schlucken. Es sei denn natürlich, Du wünschst Dir den prickelnden Natursekt Deiner Herrin!”

Ich konnte wirklich nur noch in ihre Vulva schnaufen und versuchte sie möglichst schnell zum Höhepunkt zu lecken. Dann schmeckte ich tatsächlich ihren Urin. Nicht so viel, aber dadurch, dass sie sich nicht escort çatalca im Tempo zurückhielt, lief es über mein Gesicht in meine Ohren und die Schüssel.

Ich habe dennoch nicht aufgehört, sie zu lecken, zu schmecken und mit meiner Zunge ihre Klitoris zu torpedieren.

Und natürlich wurde mein Schwänzchen steifer und steifer.

“Ola, das gefällt ja offenbar nicht nur mir…”, grinste sie und schnippte mit ihren Finger gegen meine Eichel, was diese zum Wackeln brachte.

“Na, etwas turbulent der Flug, wie?!”

Und als hätte sie es heraufbeschworen, kam mit ihrem Höhepunkt, auch eine Menge Turbulenzen in unseren Flug und wir wurden stöhnenderweise ziemlich durchgeschüttelt.

Als sie genug von mir hatte, sprang sie auf und verließ beinahe fluchtartig die Toilettenkabine.

Vor dieser wartete aber bereits der schöne Steward und wollte uns auffordern, zu unserem Platz zurückzukehren.

Der fand nun aber mich in eindeutiger Pose quasi vor dem Klo liegend mit steifem Pimmel. Ich konnte nicht schnell genug reagieren und sperrte unter Schmerzen und Erregung mein steifes Glied so schnell wie möglich in meine Hose wieder ein und folgte seiner Aufforderung sofort an unseren Platz zurückzukehren.

Ich schämte mich in Grund und Boden. Zudem hatte ich nicht mal Zeit, mein vom Natursekt und ihrem Muschisaft besudeltes Gesicht zu reinigen.

Der Steward hatte natürlich nichts Besseres zu tun, als seinen Kolleginnen davon zu berichten, was er soeben beobachtet hatte. Ich konnte sehen, wie sie miteinander tuschelten, sich die Bäuche und die Hände vor den Mund haltend vor Lachen gar nicht mehr einkriegten.

Ich würde sicherlich das Gespräch der gesamten Crew werden. Soviel war mir klar.

“Denk Dir nichts, mein Ferkelchen, ich bin stolz auf Dich und Deine Leckkünste.”

Das gab mir etwas Zuversicht und ein wenig Stolz zurück, der sich aber sofort in Luft verflog, als wir die Durchsage hörten:

“Nur zur Information an den Gast, der eben versucht hat, sich selbst zum Mitglied des Mile High Club zu machen. Dazu braucht es zwei.”

Und alle im Flugzeug, die um diesen ungeschriebenen Klub wussten, fingen schallend zu lachen an. Was sollte ich tun? Ich konnte ja keine Lautsprecherdurchsage machen, in der ich erklärte, dass wir sehr wohl zu zweit waren und zudem wäre es ja noch lächerlicher gewesen, mitteilen zu müssen, dass ich sie ‘nur lecken’ durfte.

Der Rest des zweistündigen Flugs wurde zum psychologischen Spießrutenlauf.

Einerseits reizte mich Tanja immer mehr, indem sich mich ihre nackten Füße massieren, riechen, küssen ließ und immer wieder einen ihrer Füße meine Eichel durch meine Hose reibend in meinen Schoß platzierte.

Andererseits sah ich den Steward immer wieder mit unterschiedlichen Kolleginnen und Fluggästen sprechend, in meine Richtung blickend und gestikulierend.

Ich konnte mir lebhaft vorstellen, was er ihnen erzählte. Manche hielten sich entsetzt die Hand vors Gesicht und manche trauten sich kopfschüttelnd in meine Richtung zu sehen. Meistens hatte ich dann gerade wieder einen verschwitzten, stinkenden Zeh im Mund. Ich war also der perverse Fluggast des Flugs LH2345.

Irgendwann setzten wir zur Landung an und Tanja simulierte die Arbeit des Piloten mit dem Lenkjoystick in meiner Hose nach. Das tat sie mit dem Hinweis, dass dies wohl das letzte ist, was so ein Pilot noch selbst machen muss – genauso wie ich ja auch.

Als sie dann bemerkte, dass mein Joystick sehr empfindlich reagieren würde und der Pilot hoffentlich einen Knüppel in der Hand hielte, der deutlich größer und kräftiger sein sollte, spritzte ich mir in die Hose.

Sofort zog sie ihre Hand raus, ohne mich zu Ende zu befriedigen und hielt mir die versauten Finger ins Gesicht mit der Aufforderung, sie sofort sauber zu lecken, bevor sie den Steward rufen müsse.

Als dieser davon auch noch Wind bekam und bei uns vorbeiging und süffisant beobachtete, wie ich Tanjas Finger lutschte, meinte sie nur:

“Mein Ferkelchen hat sich ein wenig in die Hose gemacht, weil es so Flugangst hat, stimmts?!”

Und als ich mit hochrotem Kopf und Finger lutschend nickte, zog der Steward laut lachend von dannen. Ich versank fast im Boden vor Scham.

Als wir das Flugzeug verließen, stand zufälligerweise der Pilot vor seiner Kabine und natürlich kam Tanja nicht an ihm vorbei, ohne ihn anzuhimmeln und anzusprechen.

Mit einem nicht dezenten Hinweis auf mein immer noch halb steifes Pimmelchen in meiner Hose fragte sie ihn frei heraus, wie groß den sein Joystick war, den er bei einer so gewagten Landung benutzen würde.

Er grinste, steckte ihr seine Karte zu und gab den Hinweis, dass er ihr heute Nacht gerne seinen Steuerknüppel zeigen würde, wenn sie ihn unbedingt sehen wolle.

Sie bedankte sich mit einem Luftkuss und zog mich völlig verdattert und gedemütigt hinter sich her.

Wir bezogen unsere Ferienwohnung und ich sollte erst mal ihre Sachen ordentlich in den Schrank räumen, mich vorher duschen und ordentlich escort silivri rasieren – und zwar überall. Danach sollte ich sie durch sanftes Küssen ihrer Füße wecken. Sie würde nach diesem anstrengenden Flug ein wenig ausruhen müssen. Ich hätte ja meine Entspannung schon gehabt, wie alle im Flugzeug erfahren hatten.

Gesagt, getan, machte ich mich ans Werk. Irgendwie hatte ich mir unseren gemeinsamen Urlaub anders vorgestellt und innerlich hoffte ich noch darauf, auch mal richtigen Sex mit Tanja haben zu dürfen, wo ich ihr doch einen solch tollen Urlaub spendierte.

Natürlich war und ist dies bis heute ein unerfüllter Traum.

Als ich fertig war, kniete ich nackt vor unserem Doppelbett und bedeckte ihre Füße mit sanften Küssen. Sie räkelte sich und schob ihre Füße etwas nach vorne, was ich zum Anlass nahm, ihre Sohlen zu schnuppern und an ihren Zehen zu nuckeln.

In der Tat rochen ihre Füße nach dem Flug und der ganzen Zeit in ihren Socken doch etwas strenger als normal, was mich aber noch geiler darauf werden ließ.

Mein Schwänzchen wurde sofort wieder steif und meine Phantasie, meine Göttin jetzt begatten zu können, ließ mich etwas mutiger werden.

Ich kroch also mit meinen Küssen unter ihrer Decke die Beine entlang und robbte mich so von unten zwischen ihren Bein hoch ins Bett.

Als ich auf Hüfthöhe war und hoffte, noch höher rutschen zu können, drückte sie mein Gesicht gleich wieder in ihren Schoß und meinte, wie schön es wäre, dass ich immer wüsste, von mein Platz sei.

Also fing ich natürlich wieder an, sie so gut ich es konnte zu lecken.

Dabei klammerte sie sich mit beiden Beinen um meinen Kopf, so dass mir unter der Decke doch etwas warm wurde.

Zu allem Überfluss entspannte sie sich so sehr, dass ihr ein Furz entfleuchte, was sich unter der Decke zu einem olfaktorischen Inferno entwickelte. Ich konnte nicht anders als zwischen meinen Lecktiraden ihren Duft weg zu atmen.

Ich hatte das Gefühl, sich kam noch ein bisschen mehr dadurch, dass sie wusste, wie ich zu leiden hatte.

Als es ihr kam, drückte sie mein Gesicht noch ein bisschen in ihre Poritze und hielt meinen Kopf mit den Schenkeln fest.

“Das ist so tapfer von Dir, wie Du das aushältst. Du musst mich schon vergöttern, dass Du sogar meine Pupse weg schnüffelst. Leck doch bitte mein Poloch etwas sauber, nicht dass sich dort noch Spuren befinden. Vielleicht war der letzte Pups etwas feucht. Ha ha ha…”

Und aufgrund meiner Position blieb mir nichts anderes übrig. Vielleicht wollte ich es sogar, denn mein Schwanz wuchs in der Tat wieder und bohrte sich zwischen ihre Unterschenkel.

“Hui, da ist aber jemand geil auf meinen Gestank, wie?! Ich spüre das Schwänzchen schon wieder. Der verrät Dich eben immer… Aber da wird jetzt nichts draus. Ich möchte erst mal in den Pool. Komm mit!”

Sie hatte einen wunderbaren Badeanzug, der mehr zeigte, als er verbarg. Ich dagegen hatte eine viel zu kleine Badehose, wenn man die Beule bedenkt, die sie zu bedecken versuchte.

Als wir am Pool ankamen, war glücklicherweise nicht viel los und ich sprang so schnell ich konnte ins Wasser, um mich abzukühlen.

Tanja setzte sich am Beckenrand und badete ein wenig ihre Füße im Wasser.

Als ich zu ihr schwamm, drückte sie meinen Kopf unter Wasser. Ich ließ es geschehen und wartete bis sie mich wieder auftauchen ließ. Dieses Spiel wiederholte sich ein paar Mal. Schließlich hörte sie damit auf und meinte, dass ich mich bei ihrem Fuß bedanken sollte, dass er mich am Leben ließe.

“Danke, lieber Fuß, dass Du mein Leben verschonst”, frotzelte ich ein wenig zynisch.

“Meinst Du nicht, Du solltest Deinen Dank auch in einer unterwürfigen Geste deutlich machen?!”

Ich wusste genau, was sie wollte, aber wir waren eben auch nicht alleine am Pool und unser Spiel fand so langsam ein paar lächelnde Beobachter beiderlei Geschlechts.

“Aber doch bitte nicht hier vor allen Leuten, Tanja.”, versuchte ich ihr leise zu zu flüstern.

“Was interessieren Dich die anderen? Du hast doch hoffentlich nur Augen für Deine Herrin, oder?!”, antwortete sie für meine Verhältnisse etwas zu laut.

“Ja, natürlich, Herrin Tanja.”, wisperte ich zurück.

“Na, dann. Streng Dich an!”, schnauzte sie zurück und hob ihren Fuß einen Meter über meinen Kopf wie eine Primaballerina.

Schon alleine das Bild, was sich dadurch ergab, ließ meine Erektion größer werden, und der Umstand gleich mit ihr aus dem Wasser steigen zu müssen, um ihren Fuß zu erreichen und ihn zu küssen, verhärtete die Situation noch mehr.

“Na los, komm. Sei ein braver Sklave und küsse das Objekt Deiner Begierde!”

Ich sah eine Frau in näherer Entfernung von ihrem Buch aufsehen und lächeln.

Mir wurde eiskalt und doch wusste ich, es würde die Hölle auf Erden für mich werden, wenn ich jetzt nicht gehorche. Also stand ich auf und drückte ihr einen feuchten Kuss auf die Sohle und just in diesem Augenblick tippte sie – für alle sichtbar – mit dem anderen Fuß escort büyükçekmece auf mein steifes Glied.

“Das scheint Dir ja gut zu gefallen, meinen Fuß küssen zu dürfen. Also bedanke Dich doch bitte bei ihm.”

“Danke geliebter Fuß, dass ich Dich küssen darf.”, hörte ich mich sagen.

Und anschließend eine Menge Gelächter – gefühlt von allen Seiten.

Sie stand auf vom Beckenrand und ließ mich am Pool wie einen begossenen Pudel zurück. Ich hatte nicht mal ein Handtuch, um mich abzutrocknen und rannte so schnell ich konnte hinter ihr her, wobei ich meinen Händen versuchte, meine Erektion zu verbergen, was ziemlich lächerlich ausgesehen haben musste.

Nach diesem erregenden Poolbesuch hatte ich vergessen, meine klatschnasse Badehose auszuziehen und vor dem Zimmer aufzuhängen.

“Ziehst du bitte sofort deine klatschnasse Badehose aus?!”

“Natürlich Tanja, es tut mir leid.”

“Es wird Dir noch mehr leid tun, wenn du gleich den Boden auflecken musst, damit er wieder trocken ist. Aber jetzt gehe nach draußen und hänge dort deine Badehose auf.”

“Aber wenn ich so nach draußen gehe, und meine Badehose ausziehe, dann sieht mich jeder nackt.”

“Aber das ist doch gerade der Reiz daran. Du kleines Ferkelchen möchtest Dich doch jedem zeigen. Außerdem haben wir eine Terrasse für uns und niemand wird Dich sehen.”

Sie hatte recht. Wir hatten eine großzügige Terrasse und ich konnte niemanden entdecken, weshalb mir das Risiko für einen kurzen Augenblick nackt zu sein, nicht so groß erschien. Also ging ich raus und zog meine nasse Badehose.

“Gib sie mir, ich hänge sie für Dich auf.”

Ich gab ihr meine nasse Badehose und zum Dank schloss sie vor mir die Terrassentür zu, so dass ich splitterfasernackt vor unserer Ferienwohnung stand.

“Bitte, Tanja, lass mich rein. Bitte. Wenn mich jemand sieht, kriegen wir Ärger.”

“Wieso wir?!”, hörte ich sie. “Doch wohl eher Du, kleiner Exhibitionist. Ha ha ha…”

“Bitte Tanja, ich…lass doch den Mist.”

Ich klopfte an die Tür.

“Ich wäre an Deiner Stelle etwas leiser, sonst hört Dich noch jemand und sieht Dich auch.”

In der Tat war die Terrasse völlig ungeschützt und jede und jeder, der auf unser Zimmer blickte, hätte mich sehen können.

“Bitte, bitte.”

“Erst nennst Du mich ab sofort wieder Herrin, mein kleinschwänziger Sklave!”

“Gut, gerne, Herrin Tanja. Lasst mich bitte rein?!”

“Dann möchte ich, dass Du mir versprichst, mir alle meine Wünsche in diesem Urlaub zu erfüllen. Egal, was es ist, ok?!”

“Natürlich, Herrin Tanja, das werde ich.”

“Versprich es mir!”

“Ich verspreche es.”

“Dann möchte ich, dass Du ein paar Liegestützen auf der Terrasse machst. Mir ist schon aufgefallen, dass Du Deinen Urlaub etwas zu sehr genießt und etwas zulegst, wenn Du nicht aktiv bleibst…”

Ein Grinsen huschte über ihren Mund dabei.

Ich wollte nicht riskieren, mit ihr zu verhandeln und den kürzeren zu ziehen, weil ich sie kannte. Also fing ich an, ein paar Liegestützen zu machen.

Nach zehn Stück war ich schon ordentlich am Pusten, als ich hörte, wie sie kurz die Terrassentür öffnete und mir die Klettfesseln nach draußen vor mein Gesicht warf mit der Anweisung: “Anlegen! Am Rücken!”

Ich legte mir die Fesseln an und stand nun noch hilfloser und gefühlt nackter auf unserer Terrasse als zwei andere weibliche Hotelgäste an unserer Terrasse vorbei gingen und ich hören konnte wie sie in meine Richtung blickend tuschelten und anschließend laut zu Lachen anfingen.

Meine Erektion fiel beinahe in sich zusammen vor Scham. Ich drehte mich zur immer noch verschlossenen Terrassentür.

“Bitte Herrin Tanja, lass mich rein. Ich tue alles, was Du willst.”

“Och, Deine ewigen Schwüre sind langsam auch ein wenig langweilig, weißt Du…”

Ich hörte sofort, dass es ihr darum ging, mich endgültig zu demütigen und mir meinen Platz als unterwürfigen Sklaven zuzuweisen.

“Ich werde gleich euren Natursekt schlürfen, Herrin Tanja, wenn ihr es wünscht.”

“Das klingt so edel, wie Du das sagst…Du möchtest wirklich meine Pisse saufen, oder?!”

Ich errötete und nickte. Mein Schwänzchen wurde etwas steifer.

“Ich hätte aber gern ein echtes Tribut von Dir. Meinen ‘Natursekt’, wie Du ihn nennst, trinkst Du ja schon gerne, also ist das ja keine Strafe?!”

Ich wurde nervös. Wie lange würde sie dieses Spiel aufrecht erhalten? Es konnte ewig gehen und ich hatte keinerlei Trümpfe. Geschweige denn, in meiner Hand.

“Kannst Du Dir nicht was überlegen, von dem Du weißt, dass es mich richtig zum Höhepunkt bringen würde und Dir sehr schwer fallen müsste?!”

Ich musste nicht lange überlegen, aber sie konnte das doch nicht wirklich von mir verlangen, dass ich sie darum auch noch bat.

Plötzlich sah ich sie mich vom Zimmer aus zu filmen, wie ich mit gefesselten Händen und einem anschwellenden Schwänzchen vor ihr stand und los bettelte.

“Herrin Tanja, ich möchte bitte beiwohnen, wenn Ihr euch mit einem anderen Mann vergnügt!”

Mein Schwänzchen wurde härter.

“Mein kleinschwänziges Ferkel möchte einen Dreier mit seiner Herrin? Da ist es richtig geil drauf, wie man sehen kann.”

Mein Schwänzchen zappelte vor Lust.

“Das ist aber keine richtige Strafe, sondern eher eine Belohnung für Dich, oder?! Was können wir tun, dass es zu einer Strafe wird? Vorschlag?”

Der alte Mann aus der Neunten 02

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Der Tag danach

Morgens wachte ich von irgendeinem Geräusch auf und war total unorientiert. Da es aber so angenehm unter der Decke war, vor allem, weil ich liebevoll im Arm gehalten wurde, schloss ich noch einmal meine Augen. Kann man eigentlich schöner aufwachen, dachte ich mir und dabei war mir nicht bewusst, in wessen Arm ich lag.

„Psssst”, das leise Zischen ließ mich nicht einschlafen und ich blickte zu der Geräuschquelle. Jutta stand in der offenen Tür und winkte mir, ich solle kommen. Scheiße, in ihrem Hintergrund erkannte ich, dass es bereits taghell war und wie ein Dampfhammer kam die Erkenntnis, in wessen Arm ich gerade lag. Schlimmer noch, mit wem ich in der Nacht Sex hatte!

Panik kam in mir auf, wenn das jetzt so spät war, dann kam ich nicht mehr rechtzeitig nach Hause. Vielleicht suchten mich meine Eltern bereits. Es war abzusehen, dass sie ganz schnell dahinterkamen, was ihre „anständige” Tochter in der Nacht gemacht hatte. Bestimmt wissen sie noch heute, dass ihre Tochter nackt, wie eine billige Nutte, zu einem alten Mann ins Bett gekrochen war und sich von diesem widerlichen Kerl hemmungslos durchficken ließ.

Schnell huschte ich aus dem Raum und Jutta schloss hinter mir die Tür zum Schlafzimmer. Innerhalb von Sekunden hatte ich meinen Jogger an und wollte hektisch aus der Wohnung stürzen. „Warte”, bremste mich Jutta, „wenn du Zuhause so durcheinander aufläufst, fliegst du garantiert auf.” „Was soll ich denn jetzt machen?”, kam meine Panik immer mehr ans Tageslicht. „Hm”, überlegte Jutta, „am besten begleite ich dich und übernehme für dich das Reden. Dabei solltest du auf jeden Fall bei meiner Aussage bleiben und mir immer zustimmen.” Mir fiel ein Stein vom Herzen, denn Jutta war sehr redegewandt und bei meinen Eltern bekam sie meistens recht.

Schnell zog sich Jutta auch einen Jogger an, und da ich keine Schuhe trug, blieb Jutta genauso barfuß. Leise schlichen wir uns runter, denn noch hatte ich die Hoffnung unerkannt zu bleiben. Die Hoffnung zerstreute sich allerdings, als ich die Wohnung geöffnet hatte und mit Jutta hineingehuscht war. Mutti kam gerade aus meinem Zimmer und blickte mich böse an.

„Tut mir leid Frau Schorn”, sprang Jutta gleich für mich ein, „wir haben gestern noch einen Film gesehen und dabei sind wir eingeschlafen. Als ich nachts wach wurde, war es schon zu spät und wir wollten sie nicht aufwecken.” „Aber Luana war doch gestern schon im Bett und deinem Opa ist es doch bestimmt nicht recht, wenn Jutta nachts bei ihm in der Wohnung ist.”

„Tut mir leid, ich habe Jutta angerufen und gebettelt, dass sie zu mir hochkommt”, nahm Jutta die ganze Schuld auf sich, „und wegen Opa machen sie sich mal keine Sorgen. Er mag Luana, sehr sogar, und seit Omas Tod freut er sich immer, wenn jemand zu Besuch kommt.”

Mutti wollte es erst nicht Glauben, aber deutlich war an ihrer Miene zu erkennen, dass sie nicht mehr ganz so böse war. „Der Opa ist so einsam”, setzte nun Jutta einen drauf, „der würde sich unheimlich freuen, wenn Luana jeden Tag zu ihm hochkommen würde.” „Für mich wäre das kein Problem”, wollte ich nun Jutta unterstützen, denn ich konnte ihr ja jetzt nicht in den Rücken fallen.

„Ich sehe ja ein, dass Herr Fuhrmann sich über jeden Besuch freut”, war Mutti nicht ganz so überzeugt, „von mir aus kannst du ihn auch regelmäßig besuchen. Das darf aber keine Eintagsfliege sein, sonst fällt er noch tiefer in seine Depression.” Mit einem Nicken antwortete ich Mutti und fügte hinzu: „Ganz bestimmt nicht.” In der Situation dachte ich überhaupt nicht darüber nach, was ich denn in der Zeit mit dem alten Mann machen könnte, aber egal was, es lenkte Mutti ab. Dachte ich wenigstens, Mutti fand aber schnell den Weg zu meinem Fehlverhalten zurück.

„Das ändert aber nichts daran, dass du dich letzte Nacht aus der Wohnung geschlichen bist”, tadelte sie nun, „und Herrn Fuhrmann gefällt es bestimmt nicht, wenn du nachts durch seine Wohnung schleichst.” „Ganz im Gegenteil”, zog nun Jutta Muttis Aufmerksamkeit auf sich, „gerade die Nacht ist ganz schlimm für ihn und er schläft nur durch, wenn ich bei ihm übernachte. Allein, dass ich im Gästezimmer schlafe, beruhigt ihn so, dass er zur Ruhe kommt.” Jutta machte eine Pause, bei der sie mir tief in die Augen schaute.

„Leider kann ich nur am Wochenende hier sein und in der nächsten Zeit wird das auch sehr eng”, setzte sie nun an, wobei mich ihre Augen immer mehr festnagelten. „Wenn Luana mich dabei unterstützen könnte, … Opa würde bestimmt wieder neuen Lebensmut bekommen, wenn Luana zu ihm zieht und er sie umsorgen könnte.”

Während Jutta ihren Wunsch äußerte, kam Papa vom Brötchenholen zurück, hörte aber nur den letzten Teil. „Wie, was?”, fragte er nach und Mutti erklärte ihm: „Jutta sucht jemanden, der sich um Herrn Fuhrmann kümmert und deine Tochter findet gerade ihre soziale Ader.” „Ich ähm, ich ähm”, stotterte ich, doch Jutta brachte es in klare Worte. „Luana versteht sich mit Opa so gut, dass sie gerne mit ihm zusammen ist und um ihm zu helfen, würde escort halkalı sie gerne in seine Wohnung ziehen.” Nun musste ich hinter Jutta stehen, sonst war ich schnell aufgeschmissen, und ich schob schnell hinterher: „Irgendwann muss ich doch aus meinem Kinderzimmer ausziehen und Verantwortung übernehmen.” „Außerdem bleibt sie doch hier im Haus und kann jederzeit zu euch runterkommen”, hatte Jutta meine Vorlage sofort angenommen.

„Hm”, meinte Papa dazu und verschob das Thema: „Lass uns in der Küche weiterreden, ich habe Hunger.” In der Küche kam es zu einer weiteren Situation, die Jutta für sich nutzte. Mutti fragte sie, welchen Tee sie denn trinken wolle. „Ne, ich würde lieber einen Kaffee trinken, denn beim Opa gibt es immer nur Tee”, spielte sie auf mein Frühstücksverhalten an, denn ich mochte keinen Kaffee, „aber essen muss ich gleich oben, sonst ist Opa traurig.” „Ach wie passend”, hatte es Papa sofort bemerkt: „Luana trinkt auch immer nur Tee.”

Während Jutta ihren Kaffee trank und die Eltern frühstückten, nahm Papa das Thema wieder auf, wobei ich zwar meine Brötchenhälften mit Nutella geschmiert hatte, aber keinen Bissen runter bekam. „Jetzt einmal ehrlich, wie habt ihr euch das vorgestellt, würde dein Opa dabei denn zustimmen?” „Bestimmt” war sich Jutta ganz sicher, „auf jeden Fall, aber wir gehen gleich hoch und fragen ihn.” Darauf fischte sie ein halbes Brötchen von meinem Teller und erklärte: „Du kannst gleich oben weiter essen, Opa freut sich bestimmt, wenn du mit uns frühstückst.”

Nachdem sie den Bissen geschluckt hatte, erklärte sie weiter: „Am besten schaffen wir gleich Luanas Sachen hoch, dann kann sie schon heute Nacht oben schlafen.” „Das willst du?”, sah mich Papa an und plötzlich wurde mir bewusst, dass ich nicht mehr aus der Situation kam.

Noch hatte ich eine Möglichkeit, aber dazu hätte ich zugeben müssen, dass ich mich nackt ins Bett eines alten Mannes geschlichen hatte und mich darauf von diesem abstoßenden Mann richtig durchficken ließ. Noch verwerflicher hätte ich mich doch gar nicht verhalten können. Ehe ein Zweifel aufkam, nickte ich und verdrängte alle Bedenken, indem ich an die kuschelige Nacht in seinen Armen dachte.

Es war doch auch so schön in seinem Arm und der Sex davor, …

Direkt schoss mein Blutdruck hoch, allein bei dem Gedanken daran und ich senkte schnell den Kopf, damit Papa mein rot anlaufendes Gesicht nicht bemerkte.

„Ich würde es gerne versuchen”, nuschelte ich schnell auf seine Frage, ohne nachzudenken, einfach um aus der Situation zu kommen. „Nun ja Luana, bei mir würde es ganz gut passen”, war Papa so gar nicht dagegen, „die Firma will mich ins Homeoffice stecken, und wenn dein Zimmer frei wird, könnte ich dort mein Büro einrichten. Nur wird das schwierig, wenn das nur eine fixe Idee von euch ist und du wenig später wieder hier einziehen willst.” „Ihre Frau hat Luana ihr schon gesagt, dass sie nicht einmal Herrn Fuhrmann etwas versprechen und sich im nächsten Moment davor drücken kann”, hackte Jutta sofort in die gleiche Kerbe und zu mir gewandt: „Du solltest es dir gut überlegen.”

„Wenn ich so überlege”, gab Papa mir noch einen Anreiz für den Auszug, „wenn du nicht mehr hier wohnst, könntest du sogar beim Amt Unterstützung beantragen. Zwar müsstest du einen Teil davon an Herrn Fuhrmann abgeben, aber wenn wir dich nicht mehr unterstützen müssen, könnte deine Mama sich auch mal etwas mehr leisten.”

Das war ein kleiner feine Unterschied, wenn es ums Geld ging, war ich nur noch die Stieftochter, für die er bezahlen musste, obwohl ich mich nicht beklagen konnte, er hat mich sonst nie spüren lassen, dass Mama mich in die Ehe gebracht hatte.

„Ach, das wird wohl nicht nötig sein”, klärte Jutta die Situation, „Opa steht genug Geld zur Verfügung, im Gegenteil, er möchte nichts mit dem Amt zu tun haben. Lieber steckt er Luana etwas so zu, macht er bei mir auch immer. Außerdem brauchen wir nur Luanas Kleidung und ihre persönlichen Sachen hoch schaffen. Das Zimmer hat Opa für mich bestens ausgestattet, von ihren Möbeln braucht sie nichts mehr.”

Damit war für meine Eltern alles gesagt, obwohl ich gar nicht zu Wort kam. Jutta hat es für mich getan, um mir zu helfen, hat sie für mich entschieden und mir war nicht bewusst, welche langfristigen Auswirkungen an mir hängen blieben. Dass mich Jutta schon in der vorherigen Nacht ins offene Messer geschubst hatte, war mir damals nicht bewusst. Vielleicht war es das unbekannte Verbotene, oder ich war wirklich ein so verdorbenes Mädchen.

Juttas Plan geht auf.

Nachdem sich Jutta bei meinen Eltern noch einmal beliebt gemacht hatte, indem sie Mutti beim Abräumen half, fuhren wir mit dem Fahrtstuhl in die neunte Etage und Jutta öffnete die Wohnung von Herrn Fuhrmann. „Hallo Opa, du bist ja schon auf”, rief Jutta sofort in die Richtung der Küche, und nachdem ich hinsah, erkannte ich auch die Silhouette des alten Mannes. Als wir die Küche betraten, wurde mir wieder bewusst, wie escort beşiktaş heruntergekommen der alte Mann war.

In der Nacht hatte ich ihn nur gefühlt und vor allem gerochen, wobei mir meine Erregung die Sinne verwirrt hatte. Bei der wachsenden Erregung war mir sein stinkender Mundgeruch gar nicht so schlimm und den fauligen Geschmack seines Kusses fand ich nicht unangenehm. Da war doch seine Zunge in meinem Mund und die Gefühle, die wir untereinander hatten, ließen absolut nichts Negatives zu.

Nun sah ich aber einen alten, schrumpeligen Mann in grauer Feinripp Unterwäsche. Das wäre ja für einen alten Mann noch in Ordnung, bloß bei Herrn Fuhrmann quoll das dichte Brusthaar am Ausschnitt des Hemdes hervor, genau wie an den Armen waren die Beine stark behaart und mir war, als würden sogar seine Schamhaare seitlich aus der Unterhose rausgucken.

Seine Unterwäsche war schon total usselig. Angefangen mit dem ausgeleierten Achselhemd, das schon vor zwei Wochen in die Wäsche gehörte. Die Unterhose saß auch nicht besonders stramm und hier war der gesamte Eingriff braungelblich verfärbt.

Ähm, nun ja, da die Hose so locker saß, verbarg sie nicht die Beule, über die sie gezogen war. Das war schon eine Hausnummer im Gegensatz zu meinen bisherigen Freunden. Deutlich erkannte ich, dass sein Glied noch ganz schlaff war und bei dem Gedanken, wie groß der wurde, überrollte mich die Erinnerung, dass ich das mächtige Teil schon in mir hatte.

„Ich habe das kleine Flittchen aus der Sechsten mitgebracht”, begrüßte Jutta ihren Opa und riss mich aus den Gedanken, „die hat arge Probleme Zuhause und bräuchte dringend eine neue Bleibe.” Da ich intervenieren wollte, ich bin doch kein Flittchen, raunte sie mir nur zu: „Opa hat seinen Stolz und ich kann ihm doch schlecht sagen, Luana hat Mitleid mit dir und will dich umsorgen.” „Nein”, schüttelte ich den Kopf und flüsterte zurück, „aber ich bin doch kein Flittchen.” „Das sah gestern aber ganz anders aus, da hast du dich doch auch von ihm ficken lassen.”

„Ich habe mir gedacht, dass sie ganz gut zu dir passen könnte, nur traut sie sich nicht, dich direkt zu fragen,” übernahm nun Jutta wieder das Gespräch mit ihrem Opa. „Sie trinkt übrigens auch immer nur Tee und auch sonst habt ihr einiges gemeinsam.” „Dann decke ich doch noch für eine Person mehr”, kam kein Protest von Herrn Fuhrmann, „du willst wieder löslichen Kaffee?”

Als ich mich an den Tisch setzte, kam der nächste Ekel-Flash, zwar bekam ich eine saubere Tasse aus dem Schrank, aber Herrn Fuhrmanns weiße Tasse war innen dunkelbraun, fast schon schwarz. Dazu gab es einen dicken, krustigen Rand, da wo immer seine Lippen an der Tasse lagen.

Jutta bemerkte meine Reaktion, doch sie erklärte: „Opa spült seine Tasse nie, er meint, dann schmeckt der Tee viel besser.” „Ja, das ist auch so, der Tee entfaltete sich viel mehr”, nahm Herr Fuhrmann die Erklärung auf, „hier probiere einmal, den Tee aus deiner Tasse und den Tee aus meiner Tasse.”

Nun war ich in einer Zwickmühle, einerseits meine Abneigung gegen den Schnodder an seiner Tasse, andererseits wollte ich ihn nicht gegen den Kopf stoßen. Ein bisschen half mir der Gedanke, ich habe doch in der Nacht mit ihm rumgeknutscht, lange und mit Zunge, da kann es doch nicht so schlimm sein. Ich muss sagen, der Tee schmeckt viel intensiver und ich nickte ihm zustimmend: „Daran könnte ich mich gewöhnen.” Bei Mama war so etwas nicht möglich, Mama spülte selbst Besteck, welches nicht benutzt wurde, nur weil es auf dem Tisch lag.

Während des Frühstückens erkläre Jutta ihrem Opa im Groben, was wir mit meinen Eltern besprochen hatten, wobei es nur eine angepasste Version für Herrn Fuhrmann war. Nun war ich der Schmarotzer, der ihren Stiefvater ausnutzte und sich nicht um einen Job kümmern würde. Meine Mutter hätte ich nur enttäuscht, da sie mich für faul und phlegmatisch hielt. Als meine beste Freundin wollte sie mich auffangen und in ihrem Opa sah sie jemanden mit Autorität, der mich auf den rechten Weg bringen konnte. Schließlich schaute sie mir in die Augen und erklärte: „Es wird niemand etwas sagen, wenn du bei Luana auch mal die Hand anlegst, wenn sie mal wieder ihren Spleen bekommt.”

„Ach mach dir mal keine Sorgen um uns, wir werden uns schon so verstehen”, beruhigte Herr Fuhrmann sie und tätschelte mir das Knie. „Da bin ich mir sicher und Luana muss auch mal etwas einstecken können”, nickte Jutta mir zu und stand auf. „Ihr könnt ja noch etwas reden, ich räume schon mal ihren Schrank leer. Wenn von dir nichts dagegenspricht, packe ich alles Verbliebene in Altkleidersäcke.” „Die sind hier in der Sitzbank”, stimmte Herr Fuhrmann ihr zu, stand auf und gab Jutta eine Rolle mit blauen Säcken.

Kaum war Jutta raus, da fragte er mich: „Na erzähl mal, was hast du bisher gemacht und was hast du vor?” Außer von meinen Dummheiten, wie in fremde Wohnungen schleichen, konnte ich ihm nicht viel erzählen. Mein Berufsgrundschuljahr habe ich ohne Abschluss beendet escort küçükççekmece und bisher hat sich niemand auf meine Bewerbungen gemeldet. Wie auch, wenn ich die Onlinebewerbungen nicht abschicke, aber die stellten dabei so viele Fragen, und wenn Papa heimkam, wollte ich ihn nicht mit Fragen belästigen. Na ja, und mit Freunden war ich nicht mehr so gut bestückt, die haben keine Zeit für mich, weil sie ständig arbeiten gehen. Richtige Workaholics.

„Mach dir mal keine Sorgen, du hast schon alles richtig gemacht”, bekam ich von Herrn Fuhrmann Zuspruch, „zu viele Frauen versuchen sich erst in der Karriereleiter und enden schließlich doch als Heimchen am Herd, um nur für ihren großartigen Mann da zu sein. Wir beide versuchen das erst einmal hier zusammen und dann können wir immer noch weiterschauen.” So wie Herr Fuhrmann es ausdrückte, kam in mir das Gefühl der Geschlechtergleichstellung gar nicht erst hoch. Herr Fuhrmann kam aus einer Generation, in der der Mann arbeiten geht und die Frau sich um den Haushalt kümmerte. Ich stieß mich nicht daran an, wobei ich mir nicht sicher war, ob ich eine gute Hausfrau abgeben würde, wenn ich überlegte, wie viel Mutti zu Hause schuftete.

Derweil kam Jutta in die Küche zurück und hatte noch die halbe Rolle von den blauen Säcken in der Hand. „So, das ging schneller als gedacht, und am Mittwoch kommt die Diakonie in dieser Straße sammeln”, war sie voller Tatendrang, „lass uns nun deine Sachen holen, oder spricht noch irgendwas oder irgendwer dagegen?” „Von mir aus nicht”, lächelte nun Herr Fuhrmann, „ich freue mich, wenn ich hier nicht mehr allein bin. Also herzlich willkommen kleine Maus, wir werden zusammen bestimmt viel Spaß haben.”

Obwohl wir Zeit hatten, ging es in meinem Zimmer ganz schnell, fast schon wie eine Flucht. Meine Kleidung verschwand in den blauen Säcken, gefaltet und teilweise noch mit Kleiderbügel und für den restlichen Teil reichten zwei Wäschekörbe, die mir Mutti zur Verfügung stellte. Als wir alles vor dem Aufzug stehen hatten, wurde mir echt komisch zumute. Mutti ging es ähnlich, sogar Papa war gerührt. „Alles gut Mutti”, gab ich ihr Mut weiter, den ich selbst gar nicht hatte, „ich verstehe mich mit Herrn Fuhrmann richtig gut und ich kann euch doch jederzeit besuchen kommen.” „Am besten bauen sie Luanas Zimmer gleich ab und am Mittwoch kommt die Diakonie in dieser Straße sammeln”, hatte Jutta noch einen klugen Ratschlag für meine Eltern, „je schneller die Erinnerungen verschwinden, umso leichter wird es.” Auch wenn es mir schwerfiel, denn dadurch würde es endgültig, nickte ich zustimmend und beim Beladen des Aufzuges halfen die Eltern noch. Das war nur ein Auszug innerhalb eines Hauses, wie muss es Eltern ergehen, wenn ihr Kind in ein anderes Land zieht?

In Herrn Fuhrmanns Wohnung bekam ich aber meinen ersten Schock, denn Jutta schleppte meine Kleidung direkt ins Schafzimmer. Als ich sie korrigieren wollte, sah ich den offenen Spiegelschrank und die eine Hälfte war für mich leergeräumt. „Ich dachte, ich ziehe in dein Zimmer”, heulte ich los, „ich kann doch nicht zu deinem Opa in sein Schafzimmer ziehen, möglichst noch im gleichen Bett schlafen.” „Das Ganze ging doch nur darum”, blaffe mich Jutta nun an, „letzte Nacht hast du dich doch auch von ihm durchficken lassen und sag nicht, dass dir das nicht gefallen hatte. Dir ging es darauf so gut, dass du nicht mehr von ihm wegwolltest und bei ihm im Arm geschlafen hast.”

„Ja schon, aber ich dachte … Ich kann doch nicht … Vielleicht sollte ich doch wieder zu meinen Eltern gehen.” „Fängst du jetzt schon an”, blaffte Jutta nun richtig los, „deine Mutter hatte recht, bei dir ist alles immer nur ein Strohfeuer. Ich habe es doch nur für dich arrangiert, damit du weiter mit Opa rumhuren kannst und na ja, er wieder ein williges Fickstück an seiner Seite hat. Deine Rechnung geht aber diesmal nicht auf, du kannst nicht immer etwas erst hoch und heilig versprechen und dann deine Versprechen nicht halten. Ich werde dem Opa sagen, dass du bei ihm zu kuschen hast und dass dein Widerstand von dir nur gespielt ist, damit er dich dominieren kann.”

„Nein, nein”, stoppte ich Jutta, „du hast ja recht, ich habe das versprochen und das war auch gestern einfach der Hammer. Ich hatte nur gedacht, dass ich in deinem Zimmer schlafen soll.” „Ne, ne”, stoppte mich Jutta, „in mein Bett kommst du auf gar keinen Fall. Ich würde nie mehr in das Zimmer gehen, wenn du dich darin ficken lässt. Ne, so eine Hure ist besser hier aufgehoben, dass Opa auch jederzeit Zugang zu dir hat. Ich werde ihm trotzdem sagen, dass dein Widerstand immer nur gespielt sein wird, weil du dir so sehr eine härtere Gangart wünschst.”

Ich ließ Juttas Aussage widerspruchlos im Raum stehen, nickte sogar kurz, denn im Flur sah ich Herrn Fuhrmann und ich wusste nicht, wievielt er mitbekommen hatte. Fakt war allerdings, dass ich verspielt hatte, dumm dämlich in die Falle getappt war. Schon die Wette gestern, in der ich Jutta großspurig demonstrieren wollte, dass ich unerkannt in jede Wohnung kam. Wie mutig ich doch war, bei meinem Einbruch traute ich mich sogar in das Ehebett meines Opfers.

Jetzt war ich Opfer, das Opfer von Jutta. Sie hat mit mir und meinen Leuten gespielt, mit dem Ergebnis, dass ich nun auf Gedeih und Verderben ihrem Opa ausgeliefert war. Entweder ich mache mit, oder sie zwingen mich zum Mitmachen.

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Nach langer Zeit mal wieder was zum Träumen. Viel Spaß wünsche ich meinen Lesern.

Es ist ein warmer lauer Sommerabend und ich laufe gut gelaunt meinen Weg von der Arbeit nach Hause. Ich liebe diese Jahreszeit, in der die Stimmung gut ist und die Frauen leicht gekleidet. Mit wachem Blick durchstreife ich die Passanten, schaue hier oder da auf Frauenbeine, versuche einzuschätzen, ob sie schlank, jung, alt, hübsch oder hässlich sind. Mitunter tragen sie Schuhe, die an Hässlichkeit kaum zu überbieten sind und hier oder da erhasche ich den Anblick von klackernden Hackenschuhen. Unter diesen wiederum befinden sich leider zu selten Schuhe, deren Anblick mich fesselt, insbesondere, wenn schön lackierte Zehen daraus hervorlugen.

Erst wenn etwas Ansprechendes dabei ist, wandern meine Blicke höher und ich taxiere den ganzen Menschen. Wirklich ganz selten ist mal eine dabei, die mich so sehr anspricht, dass ich es wage, Blickkontakt zu suchen und wenigstens ein Lächeln abzusetzen, was günstigstenfalls auch mal erwidert wird. Zum Ansprechen bin ich zu schüchtern, was mich gerade darauf bringt, mich dem geneigten Leser etwas näher zu beschreiben.

Bei einer Körpergröße von 1,80 m und einem Alter von 42 Jahren mache ich mit meiner schlanken, aber nicht sehr muskulösen Erscheinung einen — so denke ich — nicht allzu schlechten äußerlichen Eindruck. Die Frauen mögen mich in der Regel wegen meiner guten Umgangsformen und meiner Höflichkeit. Erstmal aufgetaut, kann man mit mir viel lachen. Ich bilde mir ein, belesen zu sein. Leider habe ich es bisher in keiner Partnerschaft lange ausgehalten.

Mein Problem ist, dass ich von der äußeren Erscheinung durchaus männlich bin und in meinem Beruf aufgrund einer leitenden Position auch weiß, mich durchzusetzen. In Bezug auf Frauen und Sexualität ist es aber vollkommen anders. Nicht nur, dass ich zu schätzen weiß, wenn eine Frau weiß, was sie will, nein, ich bin ein absoluter Fußfetischist, der am liebsten ständig vor ihr liegen würde, um die feinen Zehen zu betrachten, zu verwöhnen und ihrer Besitzerin zu Diensten sein. Noch besser wird es dann, wenn die Frauen sehr groß sind. Obwohl ich noch nie dieses Glück hatte, geht es in meinem Kopf beim üblichen „Abendwichsen” besonders ab, wenn ich von einer Frau geküsst werde, die „über” mir steht und ich meinen Kopf in den Nacken stellen muss, um an ihre Lippen zu kommen.

Nun gut, so ist es halt bei mir. Ich habe mich schon vor Jahren damit abgefunden, dass dieser Traum wohl niemals in Erfüllung gehen wird. Ich hatte des Öfteren probiert, große Frauen anzuflirten, aber das endete jedes Mal in einem Desaster für mich. Jedes Mal bekam ich als letztes zu hören, dass „sie” einen Mann sucht, zu dem sie aufschauen kann. Seltsam, aber es scheint keine großen Frauen zu geben, die eine natürliche Dominanz in sich tragen und diese auch ausleben wollen.

Ich laufe gerade an Schaufenstern lang, schaue hinein und hänge meinen Gedanken nach, als ich von weiter weg das verlockende Klackern hoher Schuhe vernehme. Ich lasse meinen Sucherblick wandern und benötige nicht lange, bis ich die Urheberin entdecke, denn sie ragt aus der Masse der Passanten heraus. Auf die Entfernung schätze ich sie auf mindestens 1,90 m, wenn nicht größer. Ich versuche, schon jetzt einen Blick auf die Schuhe zu erhaschen, die das Klackern verursachen.

Wahnsinn! Ein Traum! Unendlich lange Beine stecken in einer leichten eng sitzenden Leggins. Unten ragen schlanke Fesseln, in leicht weißen Nylonsöckchen hervor und enden in weißen Riemchensandaletten, die vielleicht zehn Zentimeter hoch sind. Mein Blick wandert hoch an den schlanken Beinen bis zu einer wohl geformten Körpermitte und weiter zu einer leicht ausgeschnittenen Bluse, die zeigt, dass auch etwas darin steckt. Als mein Blick noch höher wandert, schaue ich in ein von langen dunklen Haaren eingerahmtes dezent geschminktes und zugleich wunderschönes Gesicht.

Der Schock trifft mich, als ich realisiere, dass sie mich schon aus dieser Entfernung direkt anschaut. Je näher sie kommt, umso bewusster wird mir, dass sie mit den Schuhen ungefähr einen Kopf größer ist als ich. Sie ist die Fleischwerdung meiner heißesten Träume. Jetzt ist sie nur noch fünf Meter entfernt und schaut mich noch immer direkt an. Sie lächelt, verlangsamt ihre Schritte und als wir auf gleicher Höhe sind, sagt sie lächelnd mit sehr angenehm tiefer Stimme: „Klapp Deinen Mund zu, sonst kommen noch Fliegen rein!”

Mir wird schlagartig bewusst, wie dämlich ich aussehen muss. Tatsächlich habe ich sie mit offenem Mund angestarrt, so perplex war ich. Das ist die Chance, ich darf mir sie nicht entgehen lassen. Ich raffe sämtlichen Mut, der in mir steckt zusammen und erwidere: „Beim Anblick einer solch schönen, stolzen, großen und tollen Frau kann ich gar nicht anders. Ich bin verliebt!” Sie ist eigentlich schon an mir vorbei, bleibt aber bei meinem letzten Satz plötzlich stehen, dreht sich zu mir um und bedankt sich für das Kompliment. Sie mustert ich von oben nach unten und sagt: „Du machst einen netten Eindruck und scheinst zu wissen, wie man sich verhält. Ich habe gerade nichts Bestimmtes vor. Magst Du dort vorne in dem Café mit mir etwas trinken?”

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Nachdem wir dem eiligst herbeigeeilten Kellner unsere Bestellung aufgegeben haben, machen wir uns erst einmal bekannt. Ihr Name, Sarah, löst in mir einen Schauer aus. Vielleicht liegt es aber auch an ihrer dunklen Stimmfarbe, die ich absolut erotisch finde. Sie fragt mich schmunzelnd, wie ich dazu käme, mich in eine wildfremde Frau auf der Straße zu verlieben. Wir müssen beide grinsen. Ich habe das Gefühl, dass wir, was Humor angeht, auf eine Wellenlänge sind, so etwas spürt man.

Ich gestehe ihr aufrichtig, dass sie — äußerlich — zu 100% meiner Idealvorstellung entspricht und offensichtlich sehr viel Selbstbewusstsein habe, da sie mich angesprochen hat. Ich hätte mich umgekehrt nie im Leben getraut. Sie hört mir aufmerksam zu und sagt dann, dass sie das Gefühl hatte, irgendjemand würde sie anschauen und als sie ihren Blick hob, hatte sie mich mit offenem Mund da stehen sehen. Ihr war sofort aufgefallen, dass es nicht diese üblichen „Anzieh- Ausziehblicke” waren, die ihr Männer sonst zuwarfen.

Sie fuhr fort mit ihrer Beschreibung, dass sie schon auf Entfernung erkannte, dass das absolut bewundernde Blicke waren und sie sich sofort auf eine gewisse Art geschmeichelt fühlte. Als sie dann beim Näherkommen auch noch festgestellt hatte, dass ich offensichtlich kleiner bin als sie, war sie sich sicher, dass ich harmlos sei. Weil ich auch sonst keine so schlechte Figur mache, hatte sie den Entschluss gefasst, mich anzusprechen. Sie schloss mit dem Satz: „Aber jetzt sag mal, ich bin doch eigentlich zu groß, als dass ich eine Idealvorstellung für Dich sein könnte. Ihr Männer fühlt Euch doch schnell unterlegen, sobald eine Frau groß und dazu auch noch selbstbewusst ist?”

Ich überlege kurz und komme zu dem Schluss, dass ich so eine Chance nie wieder bekomme. Ich setze alles auf eine Karte. „Genau das ist es, was ich so toll finde. Ich spüre in mir überhaupt nicht den Anspruch, den Ton angeben zu wollen. Ich hoffe, Du verstehst mich jetzt nicht falsch oder stempelst mich als Perversling ab, aber ich träume schon immer davon, der Untergebene einer Frau zu sein. Ihre Überlegenheit sollte sich aber eben nicht nur im Handeln, sondern auch körperlich widerspiegeln. Ich habe keinen männlichen Anspruch und ordne mich in einer Partnerschaft gerne unter.

Leider ist das bis heute nur ein Wunsch, denn ich habe noch keine Frau getroffen, die sich so etwas vorstellen konnte. Und nun sitzt Du vor mir, schaust mich neugierig an, zeigst keine Abwehr und ich plappere mich um mein Leben, öffne mich ganz weit, obwohl wir uns erst seit fünf Minuten kennen. Wenn Du jetzt aufstehen und gehen magst, dann kann ich das verstehen. Bitte verstehe auch, dass ich das jetzt so offen gesagt habe. Irgendwie wirkst Du auf mich, als könntest Du mich verstehen und findest das alles auch gar nicht so schlimm.”

Ich bin mit meinem Geständnis fertig und warte darauf, dass sie etwas antwortet. Am liebsten würde ich gerade vor Scham im Boden versinken und senke meinen Blick, kann ihr gerade nicht in die Augen schauen. Dafür wird meine Aufmerksamkeit von ihren wirklich schönen Füßen in diesen niedlichen Riemchensandaletten gefangen. Ich kann meinen Blick plötzlich nicht mehr davon abwenden, selbst, als sie die Beine anders übereinanderschlägt. Die Zehen eines Fußes wackeln ein wenig. Unwillkürlich muss ich lächeln, weil ich gerade daran denken muss, diese süßen Dinger jetzt zu küssen.

„Dir gefallen meine Füße, oder?”, fragt sie unvermittelt. Nach etwa einer Minute hat sie also das peinliche Schweigen beendet. Ich fühle mich ertappt und blicke ihr hastig wieder ins Gesicht. „Ich finde es sehr gut, dass Du so offen bist. Ich glaube, das war auch richtig, denn man muss eine Chance ergreifen, wenn sie vor einem liegt, das ist jedenfalls mein Motto. Ich glaube, Du hast es verdient, dass ich mich Dir gegenüber ebenfalls öffne und ehrlich bin. Auch, wenn es Dich wundern sollte: Ich stehe auf Männer, die kleiner sind als ich. Und ja, ich finde Dich nicht nur sympathisch, sondern auch attraktiv genug, dass ich Dich gerne noch näher kennenlernen möchte.

Ja und da ist noch etwas, das Dir wahrscheinlich gefallen wird: Im Gegensatz zum öffentlichen Leben gebe ich in einer Beziehung gerne den Ton an. Man hat mir mal gesagt, dass ich im Bett wohl eher der Mann sei. Die meisten, die ich kennengelernt habe, sind damit nicht klargekommen. Da haben sie sich schon auf eine große Frau eingelassen und dann will sie auch noch bestimmen, geht ja gar nicht.” Wir lachen beide schallend und das löst die angespannte Stimmung in mir. escort istanbul Ich bekomme eine Hitzewelle nach den anderen und kann mein Glück gar nicht fassen. Sie langt mit ihrem Arm herüber und streichelt meinen Handrücken, schaut mir tief in die Augen und sagt:

„Wärest Du bereit, zu versuchen, mit mir auszukommen? Du musst damit leben können, dass andere Männer Dich spöttisch anschauen und Frauen Dich abschätzig mustern. Wenn wir miteinander laufen, werden wir immer und überall angestarrt. Meinst Du, Du bekommst das hin?” Ich nicke eifrig, denn Blicke anderer Menschen und deren Meinung über mich sind mir eigentlich völlig egal. Für mich ist heute plötzlich eine Tür aufgegangen, die ich selbst vor Jahren schon für immer geschlossen hatte. Ich wäre doch verrückt, wenn ich jetzt nicht die Chance beim Schopf packe. Ich stelle gerade fest, dass sie noch immer meine Hand streichelt und ich am ganzen Körper eine Gänsehaut habe.

„Leider muss ich jetzt nach Hause,” sagt sie, „aber ich würde Dich gerne wiedersehen. Gib mir Deine Nummer, ich rufe Dich schon morgen an und dann vereinbaren wir ein Treffen, bei dem wir ungestört sind und uns weiter und näher kennenlernen können.” Ich gebe ihr meine Nummer, die sie sofort in ihr Handy tippt. Sie lässt es einmal bei mir klingeln und so habe ich auch ihre Nummer. „Mein Vertrauen in Dich ist bereits jetzt groß und ich weiß, dass Du keine schlechten Sachen machen wirst, darum darfst Du auch jetzt schon meine Nummer haben. Ich möchte aber zum Einen, dass Du auf meinen Anruf wartest und nicht mich kontaktierst und zum Anderen freue ich mich, wenn Du mich unter der Bezeichnung „Traumfrau” speicherst.”

Das tue ich nur zu gerne und zeige ihr den Eintrag. Wir zahlen, wobei ich selbstverständlich übernehmen möchte. Sie hält mich aber zurück mit dem Hinweis, dass wir die Rollenverteilung auch dabei einhalten sollten. Sie bezahlt die Rechnung und zwinkert mir fröhlich zu. „Begleitest Du mich noch zu meinem Auto? Es steht dort vorne im Parkhaus.” Natürlich nutze ich die Gelegenheit, noch ein wenig Zeit mit ihr zu verbringen. Wir laufen nebeneinander durch die Straße und ich bekomme das erste Mal einen Eindruck davon, wie es ist, wenn einen die Leute anstarren. Es erfüllt mich jedoch mit Stolz und ich schaue sie von der Seite bewundernd an.

Ihr Auto steht in einer Ecke im Parkhaus, die nicht sonderlich gut beleuchtet ist. Ich kann verstehen, dass sie dorthin gerne begleitet werden wollte. Da bin ich dann doch ganz Mann und lasse den Beschützerinstinkt in mir gewähren. Ich öffne ihr galant die Fahrertür, damit sie einsteigen kann. Plötzlich dreht sie sich zu mir, legt ihre Hände auf meine Schultern und zieht mich zu sich heran. Unwillkürlich lege ich meine Arme auf ihre Schultern und recke meinen Kopf nach oben.

Ihre warmen weichen Lippen legen sich auf meine und wir versinken in einem zärtlichen Zungenkuss. Eine ihrer Hände legt sich in meinen Nacken, die andere geht auf Wanderschaft und fasst mir an den Po. Sie drückt ihren Körper eng an mich und reibt ihr Becken gegen mich. Aufgrund des Größenunterschieds spüre ich sie am Bauch. Ich finde das herrlich. Diese Frau nimmt sich einfach, was sie will und ich genieße das. Schön wäre, wenn es nie enden würde, aber leider löst sie sich bald aus unserer Umarmung. Ganz nah sind ihren großen blauen Augen vor mir. Sie lächelt, es hat ihr wohl auch gefallen.

„Tatsächlich bist Du so gestrickt, wie Du gesagt hast. Ich wollte mein Glück nicht wahrhaben, dass es doch noch einen Mann gibt, der mich so wie ich bin aushält. Wenn Du Dich wirklich auf mich einlassen willst, dann wirst Du in den Genuss kommen, meine Dominanz zu spüren. Also wenn Du jetzt noch einmal schnell meine Füße küsst, dann rufe ich Dich morgen wirklich an.” Ihre Hände liegen wieder auf meinen Schultern und erzeugen Druck. Sie will, dass ich auf die Knie gehe. Kurz schaue ich mich um, ob jemand in der Nähe ist, dann sinke ich auf die Knie, beuge mich vor und geben jedem ihrer Zehen ein Küsschen. Dann stehe ich wieder auf. Sie lächelt, gibt mir noch einen Schmatzer auf den Mund, steigt ein und fährt winkend los.

Ich bleibe vollkommen verwirrt und perplex zurück. Ist das wirklich gerade alles passiert? Es kommt mir irreal und doch sehr wirklich vor. Vor meinem inneren Auge läuft alles vom ersten Anblick bis soeben zur Verabschiedung noch einmal ab. Ich spüre, dass ich einen unglaublich harten Hammer in der Hose bekomme und sehe zu, dass auch ich nach Hause komme. Das Laufen ist etwas schwierig, denn mein Harter will nicht aufgeben und engt mich in meiner Hose ganz schön ein.

Zu Hause mache ich es mir entgegen meiner Gewohnheit im Bett gemütlich. Ausgerüstet mit einer ausreichenden Menge an Papiertaschentüchern gehe ich die letzten Stunden noch einmal in Gedanken durch. Nur aus meiner Teeniezeit kenne ich es noch, dass ich nach einem Orgasmus gleich wieder einsatzbereit war. Heute sind es ganze viermal, die ich zum Höhepunkt komme. In dieser Zeit habe ich alles mit ihr in meiner Fantasiewelt durchlebt. Unzählige Male hatte ich ihre Füße, die in den hellen Nylons steckten, vor meinen Augen gesehen. Drei von den vier Orgasmen kamen genau in dem Augenblick, als escort avrupa yakası ich diese Füße innig küsste.

Die Fantasie, die mich schließlich zum vierten Orgasmus bringt, spielt in der Zukunft. Ich stand in einem karg bestückten Raum. Ich war nackt und mit den Händen hochgestreckt an einer Vorrichtung festgebunden. Sie war vollständig angezogen, lief immer um mich herum und griff mich schamlos ab. Ihr Parfum betäubte meine Sinne und ich schwankte zwischen Pein und Freud. Als sie dann hinter mir stand und meinen Nacken küsste, während sie mit einer Hand einen meiner Nippel malträtierte und mit dem Mittelfinger der anderen Hand in meinen Arsch eindrang, da überrollt mich der Orgasmus. Mein Körper holt noch einen letzten Tropfen aus meinen Hoden und dann schlafe ich ansatzlos ein.

Ich erwache vom Klingeln des Weckers, komme von ganz weit her und brauche einen Moment der Orientierung. Ich denke nochmal nach. Nein, das war kein Traum. Sie ist real. Ich schaue schnell in mein Handy unter Kontakten und ja, da ist sie. Traumfrau steht da! Eine große Gefühlswallung überkommt mich. Tränen des Glücks schießen in meine Augen. Sollte es am Ende doch noch wahr werden und ich die Frau finden, von der ich lange geträumt hatte und deren Existenz ich mir abgeschminkt hatte? Ich steige aus dem Bett und komme eine Stunde später so gut gelaunt wie schon lange nicht mehr zur Arbeit.

Mit ihrem Versprechen, sich heute zu melden, spannt sie mich nicht sehr lange auf die Folter. Ich erhalte eine Nachricht von ihr, worin steht, dass ihr der Abend sehr gut gefallen hat und sie die halbe Nacht wach war, weil sie ihr Glück nicht fassen konnte. Sie musste sich sehr zurückhalten, mich nicht mitten in der Nacht anzurufen. Sie fragt, ob ich schon um 16 Uhr Feierabend machen kann. Sie würde mich gerne abholen und ins Grüne fahren. Ich gebe ihr einen kurzen Abriss über meinen gestrigen Restabend und bestätige, dass ich gerne pünktlich um 16 Uhr vor der Tür bin.

Sie schreibt mit einem Smiley versehen zurück, dass ich ja ein ganz schlimmer sei, dass ich gleich Hand an mich legen musste. Sie freut sich auf mich und wäre dankbar, wenn ich ihr noch die Adresse meiner Arbeitsstelle geben könnte, denn sonst wüsste sie nicht wo sie hinsoll. Ich Schussel schicke ihr gleich die Daten und bestätige, dass ich mich schon riesig freue. Ich kann es kaum abwarten und mich den Rest des Arbeitstages nur schwer konzentrieren.

Fünf Minuten vor der verabredeten Zeit stehe ich draußen und suche sehnsüchtig nach ihrem Auto. Punkt 16 Uhr kommt es um die Ecke. Durch die Scheibe erkenne ich ihr lächelndes Gesicht und eine winkende Hand. Als sie hält, reiße ich die Tür auf und springe geradezu hinein. Wir umarmen uns und geben uns einen dicken Schmatzer auf den Mund, dann fährt sie los. Sie sagt, ich solle gar nicht fragen, es wäre eine Überraschung, wo wir hinfahren. Ich betrachte sie von der Seite. Ihr Outfit in dem gestrigen gar nicht unähnlich. Ich lehne mich in den bequemen Sitz, drehe meinen Oberkörper ein wenig und kann sie nun in Ruhe von der Seite betrachten. Heute hat sie einen leichten kurzen Rock an. Die weiche Bluse lässt tiefe Einblicke zu, wenn man in der richtigen Position ist. Ihre Beine stecken in hautfarbenen Nylons und die Füße in hohen farblich angepassten Pumps, bei denen die Spitze offen ist.

Sie lächelt und konzentriert ihre Blicke auf die Straße. Ihre Hand wandert zu meinem Oberschenkel und streichelt ihn. Ab und an gleitet sie dabei auch zwischen die Beine und tastet meinen anschwellenden kleinen Freund ab. Anerkennend knetet sie ihn durch die Hose. Als ich sie umgekehrt am Bein streicheln möchte, schlägt sie mir auf die Hand und meint, dass sie sich nicht mehr konzentrieren kann, wenn ich das tue. Ich werde heute noch genug Gelegenheit erhalten, meine Zärtlichkeit unter Beweis zu stellen, fügt sie noch geheimnisvoll an.

Auf der Fahrt aus der Stadt heraus unterhalten wir uns aber auch über ganz normale alltägliche Dinge, erzählen aus unserem Leben und lernen uns besser kennen. Wir stellen fest, dass wir außerhalb der gegenseitigen Anziehung viele gemeinsame Interessen haben. Ich komme immer mehr zu der Überzeugung, dass hier gerade etwas Großartiges geschieht, dass sich hier zwei Menschen gefunden haben, die füreinander geschaffen sind. Ich bin wie Butter in ihren Händen, ich hänge an ihren Lippen, wenn sie spricht, ich juble innerlich, wenn ich sie zum Lächeln oder auch Lachen bringen kann.

Als wir nach etwa einer halben Stunde Fahrtzeit aus der Stadt heraus sind, biegt sie in einen Feldweg ein und stoppt das Fahrzeug. Sie beugt sich zu mir herüber und gibt mir einen Kuss. Ihre Hand wandert unter mein T-Shirt und zwirbelt meine Nippel. Auch ich darf jetzt endlich mal anfassen und kann nicht umhin, ihren Busen zu befühlen. Sie lässt es geschehen und ich stelle fest, dass sie mindesten ein C-Cup, wenn nicht sogar D hat. Der BH fühlt sich weich an, ein Zeichen dafür, dass sie es nicht nötig hat zu pushen. Atemlos lösen wir uns voneinander und schauen uns an. Sie sagt: „Wir sind aus der Stadt heraus und müssen noch eine Weile fahren. Ich muss zugeben, dass ich mittlerweile ganz schön scharf bin. Ich würde ganz gerne, dass Du den Rest der Fahrt im Kleid neben mir sitzt, damit ich Dich ganz machohaft betatschen und abgreifen kann. Du bekommst eine Augenmaske, damit es Dir nicht zu peinlich ist wegen anderer Leute, die siehst Du dann nämlich nicht bzw. weißt Du nicht, ob Dich überhaupt jemand zu sehen bekommt. Na? Hast Du Lust auf ein kleines gewagtes Spielchen? Vertraust Du mir?”

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ELİFİM (ALINTI)Neredeyse evde kalm?? bekarlardand?m. Ya??m 28 olmu?tu. Bir dergide yazarl?k yap?yordum. ?? gere?i tan??t???m yazar ilhan a?abey bana evinin tam da kar??s?nda bodrum katta bir kiral?k ev bulmu?tu. Onun lise sona giden bir k?z? vard?. Sar???n çok güzel ve oldukça seksi bir k?zd?. Bazen bana bir tas yemek getirdi?inde bodrumda pencereye vuruyor ve eve gelmeden pencereden yeme?i veriyordu. Ama o arada o çömeldi?inden bende bacaklar?n? çok kez görüyordum. Birkaç kez de külotunu görmü?tüm. Art?k hep fantezilerimi süslüyordu. Bir gün sabah i?e giderken onu okula gidiyor görünce ard?ndan izledim. Okula giderken önlü?ünün eteklerini beline sar?nca süper mini etek haline getirip . harika bacaklar?n? ortaya ç?karm??t?. Bende o güzel bacaklar? görebilmek için daha yak?n?na kadar gelmi?tim.ben gidene kadar tekrar ete?ini belinden sar?nca etek tamamen k?sald?. Neredeyse külota yak?nd?. Harika bacaklar? bald?rlar?na kadar aç?l?nca yoldan geçen tek tük kimse dönüp bak?yordu ona. Ben ise yan?na geldi?imde önce ?a??rd? yüzü k?zard? bozuldu selam verirken o ?a?k?nl?kla ?ey a?abey birden ?a??rd?m dedi. Bende gülerek as?l ben ?a??rd?m k?z harikas?n dedim. Sahi k?zmad?n m? babama demezsin de?il mi dedi. Bende gülerek k?z bu güzelli?e k?z?l?r m? ke?ke bize gelirken de böyle olsan dedim. Oda normalde aç?lam?yordum ancak böyle okul yak?n?na kadar biraz aç?l?yorum dedi. Bende k?z . ke?ke benimde yan?mda hep böyle aç?lsan dedim. Oda gülerek o kadar ho?land?ysan açar?m tabi dedi. Aç tabi dedim. Arkada?lar?ma hava atar?m dedim. Arkada?lar?n?n yan?nda da m? açay?m dedi. Tabi dedim. Bir ?ey demedi. Okula yak?nla?m??t? hadi öperim bay deyip h?zla uzakla?t?. Okula yak?nla??rken eteklerini tekrar uzatm??t?. K?z?n ard?ndan bakakalm??t?m. Art?k s?k s?k k?z?n gitti?i saatlerde okulun yolundan gidiyor k?z?n harika bacaklar?n? görebiliyordum ama as?l ho?uma giden k?z yan?mdayken onun süper minisinden bacaklar?na ba?kalar?n?n yutkunarak bakmas? ve ben onun yan?nda oldu?umdan onla gururlanmamd?. Art?k ona a??kt?m ama o benden en az on ya? küçüktü. Ne yapacakt?m. Bana varaca??n? sanmam ama benimk**e a?k i?te. Hayal i?te. Ama onla aramda çok iyi olmu?tu.o bacaklar?n? gördü?ümden babas?na da söyleyemeyeyim kendini diye bana yak?n hissediyordu. Eh art?k bende bunu kullanmal?yd?m de?imli.Bir gün ilhan a?abey bana yine yiyecek bir tabak yemek gönderdi elifle. Elif eve gelmeyip bodrum katta oldu?umdan pencereden taba?? verece?inden rahatça tamda evlerinin kar??s?ndaki pencereye gelebiliyordu. O günde pencerenin bulundu?u odada üç- dört bekar arkada? vard?. Elif mini etekliydi. Geni? ve bol eteklik ile önce pencere önünde cam? t?klat?p ayakta durdu?undan arkada?lar elifin harika bacaklar?n? o anlamadan sonuna kadar dikizleme f?rsat? buldular. Biri üf kilot giymiyor deyince herkes tamda pencerenin dibine gelip alttan yukar? gerçekten kilot giyip giymedi?ini incelemeye escort atakent ba?lad?lar. Bende o arada pencereye gelip pencereyi açarken elif pencereye do?ru çömelince bir an için en fazla 15-20 cm ötemde taze bir k?z?n hafif sar? tüylü am?n? dil ç?karm?? ?eklinde görünce yutkundum heyecanland?m elif içerdeki erkek arkada?lar?m? görmemi?ti. Onlar yandan perdenin alt?ndan bak?yorlard?. Elif çömeldi?inden manzara onlar için bitmi? fakat benim için ba?lam??t?. Onlar yinede yandan bacaklar?n? görüyorlard? ve biraz sonra elif aya?a kalkt???nda yine manzara ortaya ç?kacakt?. Ben elifin uzatt??? ?eyi alamayacak kadar görüntüye dalm??ken elif gülerek heyy onu de?il bunu alacaks?n deyip elindeki taba?? uzatt???nda ?a?k?nl?kla elimi uzatmay? bile unutmu?um. O ise hala gülerek ya sende ilk kez görüyormu? gibi bak?yorsun dedi. Bende onun rahatl??? kar??s?nda evet o kadar tazesini ilk kez görüyorum dedim. Oda sanki bayatlar? aras?nda ne fark var ki deyince bende o arada yeme?i zorlukla iki elimle tutarken akl?ma arkada?lar geldi?inden ilhan a?abeye selam söyle dedim. Oda sende kendine iyi bak hadi sana bol bayat yerler deyip aya?a kalk?p dönerken alttan yukar? bir sürü gözün perde alt?ndan kendisini dikizledi?ini görünce utand? k?zard?. O sadece bana açm??t? ama kaç ki?i seyretmi?ti.üstelikte kötü ?eyler demi?ti. Sonra s?rt?n? dönüp gidecekti ama bir süre durdu. O bakmad??? için bu kez bende arkada?lar aras?nda alttan yukar? perde aral???ndan k?z? arkadan resmen götüne kadar görebiliyordum.müthi? harika bir göttü. Elimle sikimi avuçlam??t?m ama çakt?rmadan bakt???mda di?er arkada?lar?nda elleri siklerindeydi. Sonra k?z gitti.arkada?lar bana ulan ne harika k?z am?n? sana açt???na göre veriyordur da deyince bende birazda gururla eh vermeseydi öyle açar m?yd? dedim maksad?m arkada?lara hava atmakt?.Ertesi sabah yolda k?zla yine tesadüfmü? gibi kar??la??nca utand?. Bende k?z ne utand?n ki harikayd?n dedim. Oda ya arkada?lar?n onlar? bilmiyordum sana nas?lsa ço?u yerlerimi gördü?ün için görmedi?in yerleri de gösterdim sadece dedi. Bende k?z seviyorum seni dedim. Oda arkada?lar?na göstere göstere mi dedi. Bende onlar umurumda . de?il seviyorum seni dedim. Oda sana göre ufak say?l?r?m benim yapt?klar?m? kald?ramazs?n dedi. N e gibi dedim. Ne kadar aç?k oldu?umu gördün. ?imdi bile bu kadar k?sa giysem de içimde bir ?ey yok dedi. Bende olsun genç k?zs?n güzelsin haliyle güzelli?ini göstereceksin dedim. Bak okulda da konu?tu?um arkada? var bazen onla geziniyoz sinemaya gidiyoz falan yani sana yaramam dedi. Yarars?n dedim. Güzelli?in aç?klar?n? kapat?r dedim. Sen abim ya??ndas?n on ya? büyüksün benden bazen okul arkada?lar?yla ya? günü partileri yapar?z orada striptiz bile yap?yorum bazen dedi. Bende art?k pezevenk ruhlu olmay? kabul etmi?tim. Ke?ke bende aran?zda olayd?m dedim. Oda ni?anland?ktan escort sefaköy sonra . olur dedi. Sahi mi dedim. Oda dediklerimi yaz?ya döküp imzalarsan sonra yüzüme vurmayaca??na dair kabul dedi. Bende sevinçle yok vurmam ve imzalar?m dedim. O zaman yazars?n benden neler istiyorsun neler istemiyorsun bende sana yazaca??m senden neler istiyorum neler istemiyorum diye.Anla?m??t?k. Ben yazd?m. O yazd?. Yazd?klar?m?z? birbirlerimize verdik. Benimkinde onu . her ?ekilde kabul etti?im yaz?l?yd?. Onunkinde ise onun ni?andan sonra ya? gününde striptiz yapmas?n? kabul etmemi, diskoya arkada?larla beraber giderken iç çama??r?n?n olmad???n? arkada?lar?n?n ve oradakilerin anlamas? için frikiklerini kabul edece?imi, evlenene kadar ç?kt??? arkada?lar?yla oyna?mas?na ses ç?karmamam gerekti?ini, ç?plak resimlerini çekmemi istedi?ini kabul etmemi istedi?i yaz?l?yd?. Hepsini kabul etmi?tim. . Babas? ilk ba?larda istememe bozulmu?tu fakat k?z? ?srar edince raz? oldu. Am?n? gören arkada?lar?m yutkunmu?lard?. Hatta samimi olduklar?m bana ulan bulmu?un f?st??? afiyet olsun demi?ti. Bu benimde ho?uma gitmi? ve ni?anl?mla gurur duymu?tum.k?z?n okulu bitmi?ti ama arkada?lar?yla topluca bulu?maya devam ediyorlard?. Bir gün ona bende gelece?im dedim. Oda gelirsin ama beni ni?anl? bilmiyorlar. Ancak yeni manitam olarak gelirsen olur dedi. Eh ne edelim yani mecburen kabul dedim ve ni?anl?mla baloya gittim. Baloya gidene kadar normal aç?kt? ama baloda içeri gidip tamamen mini hem de mipmini etek ve ask?l? bluz giyince bir sex abidesi olmu?tu. Sadece o mu di?erleri de ayn? idi. Ben o kadar aç?k k?z? bir arada görmedi?im için sikim dimdik olmu?tu fakat oradaki gençler san?r?m al??t?klar?ndan o kadar aç?k k?zlardan etkilenmiyorlard? gibi. Elif benden striptiz sözü alm??t? ama gerek yoktu ki bacaklar? neredeyse külotuna kadar aç?kt?. Memeleri de sutyensiz olarak uçlar? belli oluyordu. Yan?mda samimi ?ekilde oturuyor arada bir dudaklar?ma yap???yordu. Orada herkes öyle idi. Bende halimden memnundum. Sevgilimi rahatl?kla ok?uyor ve öpüyordum. Oradaki gençler gerçi bana k?l olmu?lard? çünkü taptaze k?z?n manitas?yd?m yani. Danslar ba?lad?. Önce klasik danslar sonra rap ve pop müzik e?i?inde vals ve danslar derken ortam gittikçe aç?lmaya ba?lam??t?. Dans s?ras?nda k?zlar ok?an?yor . öpülüyordu hem de manitalar?n?n yan?nda. Manitalar? da ba?kalar?na ayn?s?n? yapt???ndan sorun ç?km?yordu. O arada elifimi de dans s?ras?nda öpüp ok?ayanlar oluyordu. Hele bir tanesi gözümün içine baka baka götünü bir avuçlay?p s?kt? ki benim bile içim gitti k?z inledi valla. Sonrada ete?i yukar? s?y?r?p elini arkadan k?z?n ufac?k külotunun içine sokup götünü avuçlarken bana da göz k?rpt?. K?zda ohh ?hh diye inliyordu. Eh bende kollar?mda tan?mad???m ba?ka bir k?z oldu?undan bende onla yar? oyna??p yar? sevi?iyordum. Sonra escort arnavutköy danslar bitti. Ortada s?radan oyunlar ba?lad?. K?z ve erkekler bir halka olup ilk ebeyi seçmek için kura çektiler. Bir genç ç?kt?. Bezle gözlerini . kapatt?lar. S?rayla k?zlar ayakta onun önüne durmaya ba?lad?lar. Oda k?zlar?n bacaklar?n? külotuna kadar ok?ay?p ismini bilmeye çal???yordu. Kimin ismini bilirse külotunu ç?karacakt?. Ve öpecekti. Bir tur geçipte bilemezse onun manitas?n?n külotu ç?kar?lacakt? ve herkes birer sefer öpecekti. O dördüncü k?zda bildi ve alk??lar aras?nda k?z?n külotunu ç?kar?p am?n? öptü. Ebe o k?z?n manitas? oldu. Bu kez o k?zlar?n bacaklar?n? külotuna kadar ok?ayarak k?z? tan?maya çal??t?. Elif kalkt?. Bir ok?ad? ve hemen elif dedi. Bu kez alk??lar aras?nda elifin külotunu ç?kard?. Boynuzland???m? hissettim. Herif elifin am?na öyle bir yumuldu ki gençler onu zorla amdan ald?lar. Gülmek ve e?lenmek g?rla idi. Ebe ben oldum. Bir türlü k?zlar? tan?yamad?m. Bu kez yine elifin am?n? s?rayla bütün erkekler öpmeye yalamaya ba?lad?lar. Sadece yutkunabildim. Art?k s?ra k?zlara gelmi?ti. Bakal?m nas?l e?leneceklerdi. Hadi sikinizi dik tutun ve yar?n? bekleyin.Ee yar?n oldu. Erkeklerde son ebe ben oldu?umdan ve kaybedip elifimin am?n? öptürdükten sonra elif ebe oldu. Onunda gözlerini ba?lad?lar. S?rayla erkekler siklerini ç?kar?p eline vermeye ba?lad?lar. O eliyle ok?uyor kontrol ediyor bir isim diyordu. Bilemeyince bu kez s?radaki erkek eline veriyordu. Dördüncü erkekte bildi. Ödül olarak erke?in yara??n? eline al?p sevme ve istedi?ini yapma hakk?n? kazand?. Oda usul gere?i a?z?na götürüp öptü ve sakso çekti. Sonra o erke?in manitas? ebe oldu bu kez o eliyle yaraklar? bilmeye çal??t?. O üçüncüde bildi. O arada benim yarakla da oynam??t?. Manitas?n? dönüp napay?m bunu dedi. O da sen kazand?n ne yaparsan yap deyince herkes alk??la üstüne otur üstüne otur diye tempo tuttu. Oda oturmad???m ?ey mi deyip ete?ini yukar? kald?rd? ve yara??n üstüne k?v?ra k?v?ra oturmaya ba?lam??t?. Ben yutkunuyordum ke?ke benimkine otursa diye çünkü dimdik olmu?tu ve dayanacak gücüm kalmam??t?. Ni?anl?mda yan?mda sikimin halini görünce eline ald? bana sen al??mad?n tabi dayam?yorsun gel içerde rahatlatay?m seni dedi. Konu?mam?z? duyan bir k?z niye içerde sakl?n?z m? var bizden burada yap?n dedi. Ben utand?m ama elif tamam ama ucunu sen yerle?tireceksin arkama derken bana dönerek sevgilim burada herkes ancak arkadan becerir dedi. Ona da raz?yd?m. Bu kez k?z benim siki kavrad? üff patlayacak nerdeyse dedi. Elifte ?imdi içime patlar dedi ve k?z?n tuttu?u sikimin üstüne oturmaya çal??t?. O arada bir erkekte sikini onun a?z?na dayad? yara??m ni?anl?m?n götüne girerken onun a?z?na verenin kim oldu?una bakacak halde de?ildim. O gece iki k?za daha arkadan sokmu?tum. Ama elifte tam dört erke?in kuca??na oturmu?tu. Yak?nda evlenece?iz ?imdi diyorum dü?üne o guruptan ça??rmal? m?y?z ça??rmamal? m?y?z? Siz olsan?z ne yapard?n?z.Art?k ni?anl?m? seks makinem olarak görüyordum. Her yerde herkesin onu görüp ona yutkunmas?n? istiyorum. Elife bunlar? anlatt???mda yutkunurlar bilemem ama birde sikerlerse hay?r demem demi?ti. Bende daha da heyecanlanm??t?m. Bakal?m kim sikecekti. Hadi elifim göster marifetlerini

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KAMYONCULARA BAYILIYORUMİlk defa götümü siktirdiğimde 17yaşındaydım. Çankırıdan İstanbula gitmek için otobüsebilet almaya gidiyordum. Eniştem “Akşama firmaya kamyon gelecek yükalacak, İstanbul İkitelliye gidecek, onla git, hem para vermezsinhemde kamyoncuya yol arkadaşı olursun.” dedi. Bende “Olur.” class=GramE>dedim ve kamyonla gitmeye karar verdim. O ana kadarşişman ve olgun kişilerden bilinçaltı hoşlanıyordum, ama açığaçıkaramıyordum. Kamyoncu da öyle bir tipti. Akş class=GramE>am kamyona bindik yola çıktık. Kamyoncu yolboyunca bana sürekli “Çok yakışıklısın,senin siktiğin önünde sikmediğin arkandadır.” diye zarfatıyordu. Bense utanıyor, çekingen davranıyordum…Boluya geldiğimizde kamyoncu “Ben yoruldum…”dedi, yaz günü idi, şortuna kadarsoyundu yattı. Bana “Sende gel yat.” dedi. Ben utanıyordum, “Olmazabi, rahatsız etmeyim, sen rahatına bak…” dedim. Kamyoncu, “Yaolurmu öle şey, gel escort yenibosna birlikte yatarız.” dedi. “Yok ben burdauyurum.” dedim. Aradan bir saat falan zaman geçti, kamyoncu uyumamış,bana “Ya gel şuraya, sen orda koltukta rahat değilsin. Gel, yoksabende uyuyamıyorum.” dedi. Sonunda “Tamam.” dedim ve yanınaçıktım, sırt sırta yattık. Aradan birkaç dakika geçmiştiki, kamyoncu yavaş yavaşkımıldanmaya başladı. En sonunda bana tam döndü. O andabeni sikmek istediğini anladım, ama ilk olacağı içinanlamamış gibi davranıyordum…Kamyoncunun siki kalkmıştı. Sikiarkadan benim götüme değdiginde çok acayip bir şey oldu bende,titremeye başladım. Kamyoncu “Ne oldu yavrum, neden titriyorsun,üşüdün mü?” dedi ve sımsıkısarıldı bana. Ben heyecandan cevap bileveremiyordum. Zaman geçtikçe kamyoncu beni okşamayabaşladı. Karşı koymak istiyordum, escort kayaşehir ama hoşuma dagidiyordu. Sonra kulak memelerimden yavaş yavaş öpmeyebaşladı. Müthişti, o anı anlatmaya çalış class=GramE>sam, anlatılmaz. Kamyoncunun siki götümün arasındakazık gibi duruyordu. Sonra şortunu da çıkardı ve beni desoydu. Beni sırtımın üzerine yatırdı ve kendi class=GramE>de üstüme uzandı. Nasıl sevişmeyebaşladı, dudaklarımı nasıl öpmeye başladıhatırlamıyorum bile. Hiç yapmadığım şeyi bananasıl isteyerek yaptırdı anlamadım, ama müthişti…Kamyoncu sonunda bana “Ağzına almakistermisin?” diye sordu. Ben “İlk kez bir erkekle sevişiyorum,ağzıma almam.” dedim. “Çok iyidir, beğenirsin…” deyipgöğsüme oturdu ve sikini dudaklarıma dokunduruyordu. Kamyoncunun sikininbaşı ıslaktı, ama bu ıslaklıkta hoş birşey vardı, aldım ağzıma sikini yalamaya, escort beykent emmeyebaşladım. Çok geçmeden Kamyoncu inlemeye ve garip seslerçıkarmaya başladı. Galiba boşalacaktı.Boşalacağı zaman beni yüzüstü yatırdı, sikininkafasını götümün deliğine dayadı.Biraz uğrastı, ama götüm daha önce hiç sikilmediği için sokamadı.Yarısı deliğimin içerisine, yarısı dadışına olmak üzere inanılmaz sıcak bir şekildeboşaldı. “Bu kremden iyidir.” dedi ve döllerini götümün deliğineiyice sürdü. Sonra sırtüstü yattı, sikinieliyle tutarak, “Otur yavaş yavaş…” dedi. Kamyoncunun siki üzerine oturdum, amaalamıyordum, siki büyüktü 🙂 Yinede zorla,yavaş yavaş aldım, ama çığlıklar atarak.Birkaç kez oturdum kalktım, alışmak zor ama acısadainanılmaz güzeldi. Kamyoncu beni bir süre öyle siktikten sonra sikini götümdençıkardı, pozisyon değiştirdik, bacaklarımı omzunaaldı. Kamyonun yatağı zaten dardı,sıkıştırdı beni ve diğer iki postayı da sikinigötümden çıkarmadan sikti. Arka arkaya iki defa sikilmek mükemmeldi. Sonrabirbirimize sarıldık ve uyuduk. Sabah kalktığımızdagötümün üzerine oturamıyordum. Götüm hafif ama tatlı bir şekildeacıyordu… Götümün sikilmesi ilk böyle oldu, bence mükemmeldi. Bunusizlerle paylaşmak istedim. Tüm olgun ve sikici erkeklere selam…