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All persons engaged in sexual activity in this story, are over 18 years of age.

Due to circumstances, it has been a while since CH 1, but I recently saw Cass, (real name) the babysitter in this story, now a happily married woman and the memories came flooding back. These are real events, as I remember them. I can’t recall the dialogue word for word of course, but the flavour of it is as near as I can get.

It may be worth reading CH1 first, but there are enough references to it in CH2 to make it a stand- alone story if you wish.

As in CH1, this is the background to the time and place.

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This story is based on real happenings that took place in the mid 1980’s in the United Kingdom, when the internet was barely an infant and not available to the majority of individuals. As for mobile phones, they were huge, solid, brick-like blocks weighing over two pounds and were owned by only the very wealthy. This meant that knowledge of sex was gleaned mostly by looking at adult magazines aka Playboy, Hustler and so on which were often bought by older brothers or sisters. Certain books like ‘Tropic of Cancer’ that were ‘borrowed’ from someone’s father’s collection also worked a treat. Hearing playground chat amongst more or less ‘informed’ friends, proved popular too.

Finding out officially what ‘sex’ was all about was mainly limited to the teachings of the Biology teacher who, if he/she was confident, would talk you through the reproductive cycle of humans or if not, would tell you how frogs and newts reproduced (not very useful and definitely not very sexy!). Boys and girls were nowhere near as mature or knowledgeable about sex at age 18 compared to many of today’s 14 or 15 year olds, thanks mainly to the multitude of internet ‘information’ that can be accessed by anyone that can type ‘sex’ into a search engine.

All of this is to set the scene for you, to make you aware that in the late 1970s, early 1980s, unlike the present, many boys and girls at age 18 were considerably naïve when it came to actual sexual encounters and in the UK (as is now) anyone over the age of 18 could buy and consume alcohol.

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It was about ten days after the first incident that we needed Cassandra to babysit for us again. My wife who was a nurse had again picked the short straw and was working a full night shift, which coincided with one of my late shifts, that didn’t finish until around 11pm. On the last occasion when I had arrived home, we had had a drink together and following an increasingly intimate chat, things had got a little out of hand, resulting in some heavy foreplay that probably shouldn’t have happened. Although she seemed fine when I eventually drove her home, I was a bit concerned about how she might feel now, having had some time to think about it.

I remembered that Cass had asked if her boyfriend could occasionally keep her company in future and I had agreed, albeit reluctantly, on condition that she promised to make sure she was not distracted from her main job of making sure the children were ok. Having only just turned 18, her mom was strict with her, and we had agreed that it would be better if she wasn’t aware of the arrangement. I assumed that he would be there with her this evening and would take her home once I arrived, so any lingering awkwardness would be avoided.

I was surprised therefore to arrive home about 11:15pm and find no other car on the drive. I opened the front door and went inside to find Cassandra sitting on the sofa in the living room with the lights dimmed, watching TV alone.

“Hi Cass,” I said, in my best, normal, ‘nothing ever happened last time’ voice, “is everything ok?”

“The children are fine and fast asleep.” she said, a bit subdued, “they have been no trouble.”

“Thanks Cass, that’s great, I will just go and check on them and then I’ll take you home,” I said, turning and quietly walking up the stairs.

We trusted her with the children, so as I expected, they were just as she had said. After watching them in their untroubled sleep for a few moments, I closed the door quietly and walked back downstairs to the living room. I turned the lights up a bit and sat down on the far end of the sofa and looked over at Cassandra.

I took in the sight of her, dressed in a white, short sleeved shirt and a tartan mini skirt, that I noticed was certainly ‘mini’, as I could see a good deal of thigh. Although something seemed not quite right with her. It looked as if her eyes were a bit puffy and slightly red and although she was looking at the TV, it was clear she was not really engaged with the programme. She seemed to be shaking slightly too.

“Hey,” I said, “are you ok, are you not feeling well?”

“I am not sure I want to talk about it Pete.” she whispered, and dabbed at her eyes with a tissue.

“Has something upset you?” I said, immediately beginning to wonder if it had anything to do with our last encounter and what she was thinking. Also, she had never called me by my first name before and I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.

“I don’t know whether I should say anything,” she whispered again.

“Say bursa escort anything about what?” I nervously asked, certain now that she had thought about what we had done last time and had had second thoughts. “Com’on Cass what’s the matter, I can see you are upset about something,” I said gently.

There was then one of those pauses where I could only hear my heartbeat and the drone of the TV in the background, my heart was beating faster and I felt my stomach tightening up, thinking of the repercussions if she had decided to tell anyone. I rode out the silence and wait for her to speak.

After what seemed like an age, but was probably less than a minute, she said quietly, “It’s my boyfriend.”

“Your boyfriend,” I repeated like a parrot, letting out the breath I didn’t know I had been holding, “what about him?”

“Well, you know you said he could come and keep me company here occasionally.”

“Yes.”

“He sort of, did tonight…at least for a while.”

“So why did he leave?” I asked.

“It’s a bit personal and embarrassing,” she said, “and I am not sure you can help.”

“Look, I could do with a drink,” I said looking at her, “how about I get us both one and if you want to, you can tell me what’s happened?”

She nodded her head.

“Lager ok?” I asked.

Another nod.

I returned with two glasses and handed her one, noticing that she had muted the TV sound and had stopped dabbing her eyes. I sat down beside her, putting my glass on the coffee table in front of us and swivelled slightly to face her, resting my left arm on the back of the sofa.

I waited until she had taken a few sips of her drink, then said, “So Cass, why don’t you start at the beginning and tell me why you are so upset, don’t be embarrassed, we are friends, you can say what you like to me, it won’t go outside this room.”

Once again there was silence for a few moments, so I drank a little of my drink and waited.

“Well,” she finally said, a little above a whisper. “as I said, he did come over and it was nice to start with, being able to sit and talk without my parents listening in. We weren’t talking about anything weird or anything, but it felt as though we could talk about anything if we wanted and no one would ‘tut’ at us, if you can see what I mean.”

“Ok,” I said, “I understand, a bit of privacy is always nice.”

She took a gulp of her drink and continued, “We chatted about all sorts of things and I was really relaxed with him, until he suddenly put his hand on my leg and started stroking it. I didn’t mind at first, but then…” she paused to drink some more, “it’s awkward telling you this, I am not sure if I can.”

“It’s ok Cass,” I said, giving her nearest arm a quick stroke with the back of my right hand, “I’m not your dad, I won’t judge you and you don’t have to be shy with me.”

“He …well…he just pushed his hand right up my skirt, in a sort of rough way,” she said quickly, a red flush gradually moving up her neck and face. “Before I really realised what he intended, he had his fingers touching me…you know, where you did before… but it felt very different. It was almost like he was forcing himself onto me and all the pleasant atmosphere of earlier just disappeared. While I was struggling to get his hand out from under my skirt, he must have unzipped his jeans with his other hand, because the next thing I saw was his ‘thing’ sticking out of them. I was scared to make too much noise in fending him off in case it woke and frightened the children”

By now her face was very red and she was taking large sips of her drink. I thought she might be on the brink of crying again, I felt relieved that she had also mentioned that we had been fairly intimate last time and didn’t seem unhappy about that experience.

I shuffled over on the sofa and put my arm round her shoulders, “Did he… emm, do anything more,” I asked, hoping the answer would be no.

“No, but I am sure he would have tried if I hadn’t fought him off. I told him to leave and not to call me again,” she said, relaxing slightly against me.

“He doesn’t sound like a very nice guy, so maybe you did the right thing. Don’t worry though, you are an attractive young girl, I am sure there will be others that will treat you better,” I said, and remembering how she liked it last time, I ran my fingers lightly in her hair.

At this, she snuggled in a bit closer, turning slightly, to put her head on my shoulder.

“Thank you,” she said, “for listening and being easy to talk to, I daren’t tell either of my parents, I think they might stop me seeing anyone else for a while if they knew.”

“I am glad I could help,” I said, my fingers now under her hair, gently massaging her scalp as we talked. Are you feeling a bit better now Cass having told me?”

“Mmmm,” she whispered, “thank you for listening, and that’s so soothing too.”

I knew from the last time we had been in this position that she enjoyed having her scalp gently massaged and her hair lightly pulled. I continued moving my fingers around in her hair and up and down the back of her head, altıparmak escort feeling her moving her head slightly like a cat when stroked.

With her head on my shoulder, I could smell a slight hint of perfume, I recognised it instantly as Chanel No.5, one of my favourites, a very sexy and expensive fragrance, that rose from her warm skin. This lady had gone to some trouble for her boyfriend and to be truthful, being so close to her was turning me on somewhat.

“I think it has not been a great evening for you, would you like me to take you home?” I asked.

“No, not yet, if you’re not in a hurry to get rid of me,” she smiled for the first time, “After the evening I have had, I’m enjoying just sitting here quietly with you, it’s very relaxing.”

“No, there’s no hurry, emmm… shall I top up your drink?”

“Please,” she said.

I got up and fetched another can of lager, using it to top both of our drinks up. I sat back down next to her and she immediately moved up close to me again, back to almost the same position as before. I put my left arm around her shoulders again, pulling her towards me a little and then lightly stroked her hair around the back of her ear with my right hand.

“I could put up with that all night,” she said with a gentle sigh.

With my hand almost cupping her left cheek now, I turned her head slightly more to face me, brushed the hair back round her ear and kissed her lips. She hadn’t objected the last time, but I wasn’t sure what her reaction might be having had one guy already doing something she didn’t want tonight, but to my relief, she kissed me back and held me in that kiss for a while, letting me nibble her sensual lips.

Breaking the kiss, she said, “You are so different to him, you are very gentle, and it seems like you care how I feel. He only seemed to care for himself.” And with that, she leaned in again and kissed me, she put one hand on the back of my head and opening her mouth a little and slid her tongue over my lips.

I was surprised she was being so forward, as last time I had led all that we did, Cass just being a willing recipient. I opened my mouth and let my tongue play with hers a little, noticing that her breathing had gone up a notch. Now she definitely had me turned on, my erection already pushing against my jeans. We continued to kiss, our tongues diving in and out of each other’s mouths, she may have been new to this, but she could certainly kiss. She obviously enjoyed it, as muffled moans escaped from her as we both breathed noisily through our noses, not wanting to break apart.

She jumped a little when I moved my right hand down onto her shirt-covered left breast but carried on kissing me with perhaps a little more vigour when I gently ran my palm over it, feeling the nipple harden, even through her shirt and bra.

Breaking the kiss, I ran my lips along her cheek and down onto her neck, nibbling the warm flesh just under her ear with my lips, eliciting murmurs and sighs of pleasure from her. Feeling confident that she was comfortable with what I was doing, one by one I undid the buttons on her shirt until it was fully open and slipped my hand inside, cupping her bra-clad breast and then feeling for her nipple with my fingertips. She turned her head towards me and once again and took hold of my lips with hers, slowly and sensually pushing her tongue back into my mouth.

While moving my hand around on her bra, I was surprised to find a front fastening clasp. Had she worn this especially for her boyfriend to make it easier for him? I didn’t know, but I opened it easily and with a little push, I released her left breast from its confines and began a more earnest stroking of the warm globe and pulling on her nipple. She didn’t have large breasts, but her large nipple more than made up for that. I weighed it in my hand where it fitted just nicely, then dragged my palm over the nipple a few times. After only a few minutes of this, she again broke the kiss and leaned forward. I thought that was it and she was going to get up and leave, but blushing slightly, she quickly slipped her shirt off, followed by her bra and then settled back to the same position as before, giving me access to not only touch but see her pert breasts and very erect nipples. Not wanting to neglect the gift she had offered me, I moved my head down and licked round the nearest nipple, flicking it with my tongue. Her breath came out loudly, almost as a moan. I progressed to sucking her nipple into my mouth and using my tongue to play with it, gently nibbling with my teeth. At the same time, I gave the other nipple attention with my fingers, both nubs now rock-hard, surrounded by her darker areolas.

Knowing that she was actively wanting me to touch her and by her actions had effectively given me certain permissions, was making me wonder just how far she might want to go and had made me very excited at the prospect. I was still worried about her reaction and the consequences if I pushed it further and scared her as her boyfriend had, but the little voice in my head that was saying ‘that’s far enough, you bursa rus escort need to stop now’ gradually got fainter the more sexually excited I became. I reasoned that she was enjoying the attention and was comfortable with being semi-nude with me, so I could go further and just see how she reacted. As I had thought on the previous occasion, if I had misread the signs, I could always just say I got carried away and apologise before taking her home.

With this debate with myself settled in my head, and still sucking and playing with her delicious nipples, I moved gradually off the sofa to kneel on the floor, at the same time as gently pushing her left shoulder round with my right hand and easing her onto her back, forcing her to lift her legs so that she was lying full length on the sofa, her head supported by a cushion.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her eyes a little more awake than they were.

“I was just making us both a little more comfortable” I replied, still rolling my palm over her nipple, but wondering if she was going to call a halt. “I was getting bit cramped and errrr… my jeans are sort of squashing me.”

“What do you mean ‘squashing you?’

I watched a thought process and realisation cross her face, “Ohhh I see,” a blush spreading up from her neck again, “I’m sorry, you must think I am so stupid, I didn’t realise what you meant, eerr…how it would…” she stuttered, “I haven’t really had emmm. .. you know, much experience, to know you might have a problem.”

I carried on stroking her breasts, gently alternating from one to the other and down over her stomach to the waistband of her skirt, “Haven’t you seen what happens to any of your boyfriends when they see how attractive you are, and you kiss them like you kissed me?” I asked quietly.

“I haven’t gone very far with them or let them do too much,” she said shyly, “because like this latest one, the few boys I have known just wanted to get there quickly to satisfy themselves and I didn’t feel they were interested in whether I was enjoying it or not. I might have let him go a bit further tonight if he had been more loving…but..”

I noticed her eyes had gone a little moist and the last thing I wanted was for her to get upset again.

“Don’t worry,” I said, “it’s only through experiencing things that you know what you like or don’t like, and you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“It’s ok, I didn’t mean you, and don’t think bad of me, because I am not normally so bold, but you make me feel at ease and what you are doing feels really good.”

I leaned over and kissed her and she responded by pulling my head down and pushing her tongue into my mouth again. Now that I was on my knees, my erect cock was not so confined and stood vertically in my jeans. I could feel a small amount of moisture seeping into my underwear, she had got me to that state so easily.

The next time my hand went down onto her stomach to the waistband of her skirt, I passed over it and down her skirt covered thigh. I am sure she had worn the very short tartan skirt to impress her boyfriend, so it wasn’t far to find bare skin where her skirt ended way above her knees. Moving across to her other leg, I brought my hand back up, carrying the hem of her skirt with it. Her tongue -play increased as she felt it and she was breathing heavier still. I wanted to see what underwear she was wearing tonight but didn’t want to stop kissing her as it was clear that that excited her too.

My hand roamed over her panties, she moaned into my mouth, they felt different to the plain cotton white ones I had discovered the previous time. These felt as though they had a texture to them. I could feel the heat from her and smell the fact that she was very aroused. I slipped my middle finger down over her panties between her legs, until I came to a patch that was soaking wet. She moved her hips just slightly upwards and opened her legs a little while sucking vigorously on my tongue, allowing me to run my finger up and down pushing the material of her panties gently between her swollen labia, lubricated by the juices soaking them.

After doing this for a while, and feeling her move to meet my finger craving more friction, I let my finger slide out, to an almost audible sigh of disappointment from Cass. I fumbled around the side of her skirt and found a button which I undid and a small zip. I tugged gently at first on her skirt to see if she was happy with what I wanted to do and was thrilled when she lifted her hips to allow me to pull it down her legs and completely remove it. Releasing my tongue from her mouth, I returned to sucking her nipples one at a time and swirling them in my mouth. I put my hand down and returned to sliding my finger up and down the camel toe of her panties. She had her eyes closed now and was breathing heavily and quietly moaning, gently rubbing her thighs together. I looked down to see that she was indeed wearing a sexy pair of panties. They were black and sculptured in a sort of lace and see-though in places. That boyfriend had certainly missed a treat. The next time I reached the waistband, I slid my hand down and under the elastic. I felt the soft down of neatly trimmed pubic hair, damp now from her arousal. Repeating the earlier movement with my finger, but now between her bare pussy lips, I moved it slowly up and down, making sure to cover her clit with her lubrication and slide it over its sensitive little head.

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The conclusion to the story.

Friday Morning

Nathan’s parents would not give him any more details about what was going to happen at school or church, and he dreaded what would happen. After Pastor Stephens’ outburst in front of everybody, Nathan knew that his chances of just quietly making it to graduation were slim, at best. He parked in his usual spot and walked toward the school worrying about what would unfold. He also knew that he no longer believed, at least not the way he had before everything happened, and he wondered if he would even be able to sit through all of the hypocritical religious doctrine that was somehow integrated into each class. He had increased respect for Shelby’s willingness to question the authority, and her ability to do so without totally confronting what she clearly thought was wrong. And he kicked himself for having been such an unquestioning member of the flock for so long.

By the time all of these thoughts had swirled through Nathan’s head, he was at the door to the school, oblivious to the looks he was getting from the other students. As he approached the door, he noticed that Pastor Cullum was standing on the steps, surveying the students and looking very pleased with himself.

“Nathan, come here,” he demanded.

Nathan considered ignoring him, but wanted to know what he was going to say, so he approached the young preacher.

“I know that you wanted to have me fired,” he said in a low voice so that only Nathan could hear him, “but the joke is on you, boy, because Stephens is gone and I’m still here, and running the church.” He smiled malevolently at Nathan before continuing. “And I want you to know that I intend on making your remaining time here miserable, but that will be tame compared to what I intend to do to your slut.”

Nathan again wanted to strike Pastor Cullum, but was able to restrain himself. Instead, he turned to the smaller man, smiled falsely and said, “And the Lord be with you too, Pastor Cullum,” before heading into the school. When he closed the door behind him, he allowed himself to breathe deeply before heading to his locker.

His day brightened briefly when he saw Shelby approaching him in the hall before homeroom. She smiled at him, and he felt that warmth again filling the emptiness inside him, but he motioned to her, and she approached him.

“Did Cullum say anything to you?” Nathan asked.

“Yeah, it was strange. He called me over and said that now that he was in charge, the rules would be enforced strictly. And that I was warned.” She paused. “Then he looked me up and down, and I feel like I need a shower.”

Nathan fumed. He told her what Pastor Cullum had said to him, and they agreed that they needed to be careful. “I’ll speak to my parents tonight,” he said before they headed off to class, painfully without touching each other.

Later, on his way to lunch, Nathan was, as so often happened in the crowded hallway, jostled by an underclassman running to class. Nathan kept walking toward the cafeteria when he heard Pastor Cullum’s voice.

“Nathan, come here.”

He turned his head, and saw the clergyman standing in the hallway, smiling. Nathan walked toward him.

“I saw you purposely bump Henry before. I cannot believe that you would do that to a younger student. I’ll see you in detention after school.”

Nathan felt himself getting warmer, and not in the way he did when Shelby looked at him. He stared at the minister and realized what was happening. He knew that if he lashed out in any way, it would only get worse. He felt the eyes of everyone in the hallway staring at him. Nathan took a deep breath and said, in a low, calm voice, “You know that it was an accident, and that Henry bumped me.”

Pastor Cullum smiled at Nathan and said, “That’s not what I saw. Detention today, for the roughhousing, and tomorrow, for your insolence.” He turned and walked away.

Nathan was fuming, but he gathered his wits and walked to the cafeteria, where he knew that Shelby would be waiting for him. He noticed people whispering and pointing at him, but he was rapidly becoming immune to that. But when he saw Shelby, sitting alone at what had become their private table, with puffy eyes betraying the fact that she had been crying, he felt a pit in his stomach and went running to her.

“What’s the matter?” Nathan whispered.

“Cullum,” Shelby said, beginning to sob again.

“What did that bastard do,” Nathan said, careful that no one else could hear his language.

Shelby sobbed quietly, dabbing at her eyes with a crumpled tissue. Nathan sat, and in violation of school rules, took her hand and squeezed.

“Tell me,” he demanded, firmly but with tenderness.

She looked at Nathan and he could feel her relax a little. “I was in the hall, and I dropped my notebook. I bent over to pick it up, and he….he…..he,” she dabbed at her eyes and Nathan squeezed her hand. She continued, “He called out my name. I said, ‘What Pastor Cullum?’ as polite and calmly as I could. He pendik escort bayan looked me up and down, like he does, and said, ‘I see that you enjoy displaying your rear end for everyone to admire.’ I was stunned. I said, ‘No, sir, I was just picking up my notebook.’ At this point, everyone in the hall was looking at me. I started to walk away, and he said, loudly, ‘Of course, a whore like you has no problem displaying yourself for anyone. Don’t you have any self-respect?’ I was humiliated. Everyone was staring.”

“Oh my God,” Nathan blasphemed. “I’m going to kill him.” Nathan stood up. But Shelby held his hand.

“No, you can’t do that.”

Nathan strained briefly at Shelby’s grip, but realized that she was right. “He gave me detention today for bumping into Henry Jepsen, who barreled into me in the hall and then another day for asking him what I did wrong.”

“Well, I guess we will be in detention together, since he gave me a whole week.”

“For what?” Nathan asked.

“He said that I was a woman of loose morals and needed spiritual guidance that I clearly wasn’t getting at home.”

“I’ll have to talk to my parents tonight. I don’t know what else to do.”

They sat there, quietly, holding hands, not hungry for their lunch until it was time to go to class.

At detention that afternoon, Nathan was required to write an essay about obedience and humility and Shelby was required to write about chastity. After reading their essays, Mrs. Newman allowed them to go home. They ran out of the school and to their cars.

“What now?” Shelby asked.

“I think that we should go home. I need to talk to my father,” he said, reluctantly. Because they were still on school property, there could be no kiss, so they looked at each other longingly before saying “I love you,” and getting into their cars.

Later Friday Evening

“Can you prove it?” James asked. He no longer was sure whether to believe his son or Pastor Cullum. Although James’ faith in the Lord was unshaken by the scandal at Harmony Church, he knew that the clergy were not guaranteed to be paragons of virtue. He also had some doubts about Pastor Cullum, at the very least whether someone his age had the background and experience to run a church.

“I’m pretty sure that if I went to Henry, he’d tell the truth,” Nathan told his father across the dining room table. The little that James knew about Henry Jebsen made him confident that the boy would be honest if asked.

“What about the allegations against Shelby?” Marcia asked.

“That might be harder,” Nathan admitted. “I could ask her whether she remembered the names of any of the kids in the hall when it happened and I could call them and see.”

“I think that may make sense,” James noted. “The church council is meeting with our lawyers tonight, and then there will be a full church meeting tomorrow afternoon, and decisions will be made.”

“About what?” Nathan asked.

“Everything. The leadership of the church and school going forward. Our legal options.”

“Anything else?” Nathan asked?

James paused, then shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “I suspect that your status, and that of Shelby and her family will be discussed.”

Nathan stared at his father. “When exactly were you going to tell me about that?”

“I just did,” his father replied.

“Only after I had to ask twice,” Nathan noted.

“It isn’t something that makes me happy,” James responded. “That my son is involved in this mess, you know…”

Nathan stood up. “Are you serious? I’m a problem because I have made love with the woman I love—like you did? Compared to what Stephens did? And Cullum? I’m going to be at that meeting to defend myself, and Shelby, if necessary.”

“I wouldn’t,” James replied.

“I’m an adult member of this Church and I have every right to attend. And I will,” Nathan asserted.

James looked down at the table. Nathan was unsure if he was thinking or praying, but he didn’t wait to find out. He turned and went to his room and called Shelby.

After bringing her up to date on what he knew, Nathan asked, “Do you remember anyone who was in the hall when Cullum accused you?”

“I’ve tried not to think about it,” Shelby replied.

“C’mon, it’s important.”

After thinking for a while, Shelby said, “I think that Carrie Reynolds was there, and Adrienne.”

“Great,” Nathan responded. “The most religious girl in the junior class and my first girlfriend.”

“But they would support me, don’t you think?” Shelby asked, uncertainly.

“I’ve known them forever, so maybe I should call them.”

“If you think so,” Shelby agreed. “I love you.”

Nathan replied, “I love you too. Let me call them. I’ll let you know.”

It took a few minutes before Nathan could get Carrie Reynolds’ number, and after a somewhat chilly call, first with her father then with Carrie, he convinced her that telling the truth was the correct thing to do, and she agreed to attend the meeting şişli escort bayan the following day.

Before calling Adrienne, which he expected to be a little awkward despite the fact that their relationship, such as it had been, ended amicably more than a year before, he called the Jepsens and spoke with Henry, who was happy to set the record straight without much convincing. Nathan took a deep breath and called Adrienne on her cell.

“Hey,” he said.

“Well, Nathan, it has been a while,” Adrienne said, neutrally.

“Yeah, I know,” Nathan responded uncomfortably.

“I assume that this has something to do with your, um, issues at school,” Adrienne responded.

Nathan had been attracted to her initially because she was pretty, but also because she was smart and always a girl who got to the point. It didn’t work out between them because there really wasn’t any spark, and because they were inexperienced. “Yeah, Adrienne, it is. I need your help.”

“What can I do?” she asked.

“You were there when Cullum ripped into Shelby today, right?”

“I was there when Pastor Cullum gave your girlfriend detention, yes,” she replied.

“Look, Shelby says that she had dropped her notebook and was picking it up—not that she was doing anything lewd. He was just picking on her.”

“Nathan, I know that she is your girlfriend, and all, but you know that I don’t approve of what you two are doing. You know that, right?”

“Adrienne, what we are doing isn’t anyone’s business. What is our business is that Pastor,” the word burned in Nathan’s mouth, “Cullum is a mean, vindictive person, and if I can show what he is really like, then he won’t be able to ruin the rest of our senior year, or the school for all of the younger kids. So, what did you see?”

“What you said, Nathan. But I won’t go against Pastor Cullum.”

“Why not?”

“Because he is a minister. God speaks through him.”

“How is that possible? You know that he is lying about this. Look, Adrienne, I’m sorry that it didn’t work out for us. I’ve always liked you, and always thought that you were a fair person. I need your help.”

There was a pause. “Let me pray on it, Nathan. I’ll let you know later.”

“Thanks, Adrienne. Text or call me tonight because there is a meeting tomorrow and I need to know if I can count on you. I hope I can.”

“I will, Nathan. I’m sorry that you have decided to do what you are doing, but you’ve always been nice to me. But I need to think and pray.”

“That’s all I can ask,” Nathan said, even though he really didn’t mean it. “Good night, Adrienne.”

“Good night, Nathan, and remember that Jesus loves you. No matter what.”

Nathan disconnected the call and sat in his room thinking. He wondered if he sounded the same as Adrienne did for all of those years, and was pretty sure that he had. There was nothing left to do but to hope that Adrienne would come through. He called Shelby and brought her up to date, then went downstairs. His father was gone, presumably to the meeting with the church’s lawyers, and his mother was puttering around the kitchen. Nathan went to the living room and turned on the TV.

After a few minutes, Marcia sat down next to him.

“You know, Nathan, your father and I never meant to hurt you.”

Nathan looked at his mother and saw the hurt in her eyes. “And I never meant to hurt you and dad.”

“It is hard doing the right thing,” his mother replied.

“Especially when the right thing is different from what you’ve always been told,” Nathan responded.

Marcia nodded slightly and realized that her son was not just a sex-crazed teenager, but a young man who had his whole world turned upside down in a short time. She reached out to him, and he moved closer and laid his head on her shoulder as she reached her arm around his broad shoulders. They sat there quietly, watching the television.

Saturday Morning

Nathan had trouble concentrating on anything. His father told him, in confidence, that the church council had requested that the church’s home office send an experienced minister until they could decide on a full-time replacement. He also told Nathan that he had convinced the council to hear evidence on whether to retain or fire Pastor Cullum, and that decision would, to some degree, determine whether or not any discipline would be meted out to Nathan, Shelby and their families.

He called Shelby and gave her as much information as he felt comfortable, but hadn’t heard from Adrienne, which troubled him. At 2:00, he dressed for the meeting, and drove over with his parents and Tommy, who was sent to the school for babysitting.

The mood in the church was different from any time Nathan had ever experienced. He had become accustomed to the fact that everyone looked at him and looked for Shelby. He didn’t see her, or Adrienne anywhere. Carrie Reynolds was there with her parents, and Nathan caught her eye, and she nodded. He looked around and saw Henry Jebsen, who tuzla escort bayan looked nervous, but the fact that he was there was positive. James walked up to the stage, and sat there with the rest of the church council. Pastor Cullum was sitting on the stage, but off to the side. Adrienne was sitting with her parents, looking forward, and Nathan thought, uncomfortably, that she was avoiding him.

There was a tense feeling in the room, and Nathan heard the hubbub of hushed conversations as he waited, sitting next to Marcia. A wave of sound moved forward from the rear of the church, and heads began to turn. Nathan looked back at the church entrance, and he saw Shelby, dressed more conservatively than he had ever seen, in a long, shapeless dress, her hair simply tied in a ponytail, walking between her parents. They took a seat near the back of the sanctuary and waited, as everybody did, until Deacon Stanton stood up at the lectern and cleared his throat. The big, white room went silent, waiting to hear what he was going to say.

“Friends,” he began, “Harmony Church is a family, and unfortunately, sometimes in families there are problems. But when problems present themselves, we have to address them head on, and nip them in the bud.”

Nathan tried not to laugh at the obvious lies, and listened as Deacon Stanton continued.

“I assume that most of you know that Pastor Stephens, who has been our spiritual leader for so long, appears to have strayed, significantly, from the righteous path of the Lord, and he has been suspended from his post. He has been arrested, and is currently out on bail.” There were gasps from some members of the audience who were not fully up to speed on the gossip. “Some of you have heard rumors of the charges, but our attorneys have made it clear that we are not to discuss anything now. Pastor Stephens will have the opportunity to defend himself, and we can address his status after the legal process runs its course.”

Deacon Stanton looked at an unfamiliar man on the stage, who Nathan assumed was a lawyer, and the man nodded. He continued, “The church offices in Des Moines are sending us Pastor Busch, who some of you may remember from his guest sermons a number of years back. He is retired, but has agreed to act as the interim Pastor of Harmony.”

Nathan noticed a look of surprise on the face of Pastor Cullum, who fought to control his emotions and forced himself to smile.

There was some conversation in the audience before Deacon Stanton spoke again. “As I said, we cannot discuss any more details at this time, but I will try to answer any questions to the best of my ability, and with the help of the Lord’s guidance.”

A few members of the church asked questions, but Deacon Stanton was unable to respond in any detail, much to the frustration of the crowd. Then, Mr. Carson, the father of the most self-righteous of Nathan’s classmates, Doug Carson, stood and asked, “What are you going to do about the lewd and wanton behavior that has taken root in the senior class?”

There were a few yells of “yes, what?” from the crowd, and heads turned to look at Nathan and Shelby. Nathan felt himself getting warm, but when he looked at Shelby, she sat, quietly, looking at the hands folded on her lap.

Deacon Stanton raised his hand for quiet and, when it was achieved, he said, “That is a matter that will be discussed, in private, by the church counsel, after this meeting.”

Mr. Carson yelled out, “You need to stamp that behavior out now, before everyone at that school is fornicating like at the public school.”

“Larry,” Deacon Stanton said, “we will review the evidence and pray and try to do the right thing.”

There were no other questions, so Deacon Stanton said, “I’d like the individuals involved to meet in the church office in 15 minutes. This meeting is over. Thank you for coming, and the Lord be with all of you.”

Nathan ran to the door and made sure that Henry and Carrie and their parents would attend the private meeting, then ran off to find Adrienne.

“I don’t think I can help you, Nathan,” she said, quietly, when he found her.

“Why not? You are just telling the truth.”

“My parents won’t let me,” she admitted.

“Adrienne—you are an adult. You need to do what is right. And you know that telling the truth is right.”

She thought for a few seconds. “I’m not sure that supporting you, and Shelby, in sinning, is right, Nathan. I’m sorry.”

“So that is more important than telling the truth. Adrienne? I thought you were better than that.”

“And I thought you were better than this, Nathan. I’m sorry.” She turned and left.

Nathan realized that they still had Carrie, so at least there was something. But he was disappointed in Adrienne. But not surprised.

The meeting with the church council was tense. Nathan was surprised that his father recused himself from being involved, and sat next to him. Pastor Cullum was astonished initially to see that he was being accused of misconduct. Nathan delivered his comments and statement well, and Shelby was uncharacteristically subdued and modest, even as both admitted to their premarital sex while professing their love and respect for each other, and that it was, in all ways, consensual.

Both Carrie and Henry did the right thing, and told the truth.

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Dear Diary…

I was almost all the way home when I realized that I had forgotten my math book back at the school. I ran back hoping to find the doors still unlocked as the school closes up early on Friday nights.

Luckily I was able to sneak in unnoticed and the place was practically deserted. I hear a couple of voices talking near the front so I ran to the back stairs and up to my math room. I was so nervous because I had never been in the school when it was getting dark or when it was empty. I heard the front door bang shut and breathed a sign of relief, thinking that I had the whole place to myself now.

I could get my book and just leave and nobody would know I had even been here, especially my handsome math teacher, Mr. Sanderson. He always looked at me so funny like, making me feel all hot and quivery. He had a smile and a wink for me every time we talked and I liked him very much. At 18, I had a boyfriend but I would only let him touch me sometimes and I would get that same hot and quivery feeling when he did.

I stopped at the pay phone to call my Mom and tell her that I was spending the night at Cindy’s house, and then I called Cindy and told her that I could not come over tonight as I had too much math homework to do. She bitched about it, but I told her not to call me because I was going to be studying and did not want to be disturbed. I giggled when I hung up the phone, thinking that I would have a great adventure staying all night at the school by myself.

Running down the halls and jumping and skipping, just acting like a crazy kid, laughing and singing loudly. I burst into my math class and came to a skidding halt. OMG…. Mr. Sanderson was right there sitting at his desk grading papers. He was looking at me strangely and I stammered something and then turned to run.

He stood up and called out to me to WAIT! I stopped dead in my tracks and slowly turned around, shaking and breathing hard from so much running and being somewhat scared to be alone with him. He came up to me and asked me very softly what I was still doing at school when he knew he was the only one here.

I looked up at him with my big kartal escort bayan brown eyes swimming in tears and said….”I, I, I um, I forgot my math book.” Then like a big baby I started to cry and he gently wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close in for a hug. He smelled so good and felt so big and strong that I let my arms go around his middle and squeezed him back.

He picked me up and carried me back to his desk and sat down with me on top of his lap. He was talking softly and gently to me and I quieted down and then he started giving me quick little kisses all over my face. His big strong hands were rubbing my back and I could feel his erection every time I wiggled in his lap.

I was getting that hot and funny feeling again and then he put his hand on my breast and started squeezing me and I felt my nipple grow hard and hot trails zapping through my lower body. I looked at him with surprise in my widened eyes and he just pressed his lips to mine and started kissing me.

I had never been kissed so deeply and the heat was incredible. His hands were roaming all over my body, touching me where I had never been touched before with such skill. I was not a virgin, but one clumsy attempt at sex does not qualify as experienced either. I never knew things could feel this good.

I started to protest and he told me that my punishment for forgetting my math book would be to let him do whatever he wanted to me. I secretly wanted to, but did not want him to know that, so I whimpered a little and pulled away. He grab me and started to undress me as I struggled and by struggling, I was getting myself more and more excited and he was starting to pant louder also.

He had my blouse and bra off quickly and then pulled my skirt and little panties off, leaving my lacy socks and shoes on. He held me down on top of his desk with his hand on my breast, squeezing it and telling me to be quite.

I felt his other hand spreading my legs and lifting them onto his shoulders and then his hot breath as it blew on my sweet fresh private place. Unable to hold still, I lifted my hips and he lower his mouth at bayrampaşa escort bayan the same time, coming into contact with me. Ahhhhhh never had anything felt so hot, so wild, and so good. I whimpered and his hot wet mouth started sucking on my little pussy, licking up and down, and then centering on my little pleasure point. I about screamed as he kept telling me what a sweet little fresh pussy I had.

He was spreading my pussy lips wider and his hot wet tongue was licking me faster and faster and I was bucking and twisting and then grinding my pussy up at his mouth wanting, wanting, wanting more. His hot mouth latched onto my nubbin and started to suck and then I felt his big finger start to slide inside of me. Ahhhh, Ahhhhh, and sooooo tight his finger really had to push to get inside. I spread my legs wider and moaned deep in my throat, thrashing side to side on the desktop.

He got his finger deep inside of me and murmured about how incredibly hot and tight my sweet young pussy was. He started pumping his finger in and out, in and out, all the while sucking and licking on my little clit. My body was shaking and I was yelling at him to stop, not knowing what was happening to me. He just kept right on, faster and faster, plunging his finger deeper and deeper into me as his hot wet mouth kept licking and sucking until I felt my body lift up off of the desk and explode. I screamed out and he held me close as my pussy started to gush and squirt what seemed like gallons of hot hot juices all over his face. It felt like he was drinking it all up and making me squirt over and over again. My pussy muscles were contracting around his finger and he was saying, yes yes yes yes baby, give it all to me.

After I collapsed backwards and lay there trembling, he gently caressed me until I stopped shaking and then he stood up and unzipped his pants. I stared at his engorged, huge cock and my eyes went wide with fear. I told him, “I don’t think that will fit in me, you will rip me wide open”. He just smiled and with glazed eyes, took both of my little legs and laid them against his belly and pulled me to the edge merter escort bayan of the desk.

He told me to relax and it would be okay, he was panting and holding his cock at my entrance, trying to shove it in but it was sooooo big, it did not seem like it was going to go inside. I was trying to back away and that made him a little mad. He grabbed my hips and then lifted me up a little and then spread my legs wider and slowly, using his fingers to spread my tight little pussy open, he entered me with a cock that was soooo hot and soooo big I felt stretched to the limit.

I cried out and he put his hand over my mouth and he started to rock back and forth a little until his cock was all the way inside of me. My pussy felt like it was being split open but after he reached down and started to finger my little sensitive clit, I started to feel the pleasure. He was gritting his teeth, and saying how hot, how tight, how small I was and his fingers were pressing down on my clit and moving faster and faster. I started to move a little and this made him start to move faster and more wild.

He reached down with his other hand and started to put his other finger into my virgin asshole and I lifted off the desk, impaling myself even deeper onto his cock. He grunted and pushed his finger inside of my hot tight ass and I screamed loudly. This seemed to set him off as he started thrusting furiously in and out in and out, harder and deeper with each stroke. I was bucking and feeling the waves crashing over me again and again, crying out and then he grabbed me and I felt his body stiffen and then felt so much hot hot liquid fill me up and overflow and dribble down my crack.

He collapsed on top of me, sucking on my hard nipples and breathing hard. I could feel his heart beating madly as was mine. I reached for his head and held it pressed against my breast. After a few moments, he raised his head and gave me one of his famous smiles and winks and I smiled back at him.

He told me that I had better hurry and get dressed so my Mom would not wonder where I was and I told him that I had been planning to spend the night at the school alone. He started grinning and then told me that I would have to stay the entire night with him, as he would not let me go. He wanted to teach me a few things, even better that what had just happened.

I smiled up at him shyly and said, “Okay Mr. Sanderson, if you say I have to, I will.”

Will continue dear diary tomorrow…

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He put his dry lips to her sweet, firm young nipple, still warm and damp from the bath. She gasped at the contact and tried to move away, but his sinewy arms held her firmly standing, helpless beside his chair. His hands explored her soft round bottom, pressing her buttocks and probing the crevice, as he tongued and licked at her nipple, now erect and firm in his mouth. She whimpered softly, once, as he transferred his attentions to the other breast, and brought one hand around to stroke and tickle her freshly shaven mons. Soft, damp, pink and nude, she was totally vulnerable, stood in the middle of this dark vaulted room, exposed to the attentive stares of the Brothers in their dark robes. His fingers parted her labia, discovering the wet warmth of her private parts; as one fingertip quivered gently on her clitoris, she shuddered and parted her thighs to allow him greater access.

He lifted his head from her breast, gave her bottom a final pat, and withdrew his hand from between her legs.

‘Go, my daughter. Robe yourself. You grow chilled.’

She stood dazed for a second, then a touch on her arm and a fleeting caress of her buttocks made her jump. Brother Francis was there, her cloak already settling on her shoulders, covering her nakedness with dark warm wool.

Tall, lean and silent, Brother Francis led her from the warming room, now huddled in her cloak and stumbling as her body kept replaying the shocking sensations of being presented to the Abbott. She could feel the wet heat between her legs, the sensitive clean-shaven skin of her labia twitching and quivering with every step, her clitoris dancing in time. Her nipples, painfully erect from Father Abbott’s attentive tongue, rubbed harshly against her cloak.

Brother Francis was a moving patch of darkness in the patterned dark of the cloisters ahead of her, and her sandalled feet pattered along after him, trying to keep close. They stopped at the door to his rooms, and she followed him in, brushing close against him in the narrow entry way as he waited to close and bolt the door after her. With an excited tremor she wondered if tonight would be the night of consummation; after weeks of being cleansed, fed, cared for, her wounds healed, her mind and body being gently tended by this lean, silent man – would he finally release her from this torture of arousal without fulfillment?

She’d spent every night in his bed, avcılar escort bayan held close to his hard, warm body, enjoying the protection and warmth of his powerful arms around her soft, tender self, his hands resting lightly on her hips, her thighs, stroking her little firm breasts and flat belly – she’d been aware from time to time that his organ was throbbing erect and hard and had touched it, shyly, under the bedclothes, wondering what it might do… he’d taught her by touch and murmured instructions how to pleasure him with her little hands and soft mouth, lying there rigid and silent, allowing himself only a few seconds of violent jerking spasms to discharge his seed into her hand or mouth. She’d learnt to tell his pleasure from the sudden, drenching sweat, the way his swollen, heavy scrotum would tighten even further against his lean thighs, and the quivering hardness of his great erect penis as she ministered to it.

He had never kissed her on the mouth, but she’d learned to trust his tongue and lips as he used them on every inch of her, browsing down her belly after bringing her nipples to tingling, aching arousal, then parting her legs with firm hands, holding her thighs widespread, and lowering his head slowly, deliberately, to probe her soft wet depths, bringing her to moaning, head-rolling orgasm again and again. It was astonishing to be brought to such a pitch of arousal, but never by so much as a fingertip did he penetrate her, although she longed for him to do so. Once she asked him softly, taking his cock in her hand and placing the head of it between her cunt lips, but he had immediately moved away, shaking his head.

‘Not until you’ve been presented, caramia.’ And that was all he would say.

Her monthly flow had happened twice since she’d been on the island, and Brother Francis had silently brought her rags to absorb the blood, stroking her lower back and letting her soak in the deep stone bathtub that flowed constantly with steaming water from the hot springs in the centre of the island. He seemed to approve of her regular menstruation, and didn’t stop his ministrations to her clitoris while she was in flow. He was her companion every evening, and she shared his bed at night, but during the day she was busy with the other Postulants; lessons in the mornings, from short, stout, booming-voiced Brother Leonard, who taught them how to mecidiyeköy escort bayan read and write, and contemplate the holy scriptures; helping to prepare and serve the midday meal for all the community, cleaning up afterwards, wielding the heavy broom or scrubbing tables or cleaning crockery until her back and hands ached, but all was immaculate. The Postulant Mother would tolerate no sloppiness.

The rule of silence was seldom relaxed, and so she had little chance to talk with the other Postulants, but she gathered that she was one of only a few girls who were paired off with a Brother. Most of them were in dormitory accommodation under the eye of the Postulant Mother, a large and somewhat awesome woman who could move as silently as a moth in her long black robes. She did wonder at the selection, but had no clue why it had happened; however, she felt that at her menstruation times she was given special latitude and the Brothers smiled on her. Brother Francis’ fierce eagle-face would relax occasionally, his deepset hazel eyes would soften as she rubbed her aching back to lessen the cramps.

She was so accustomed now to sleeping naked with him that now, in the dim lamplight of the chamber, she hung up her cloak and went to the bed alcove, but he stopped her.

‘No. Stand there. Wait.’

She obeyed, wondering as he disrobed with his back to her, then as he turned, for the first time she saw his nakedness, his lean, hairy body as exposed as hers, and at the top of his legs the patch of softer, longer hair, nesting what her fingers knew so well, but what until now she had never seen – the heavy, full scrotum, and his penis, a full eight inches long, thick and hard, standing proud and ready for pleasuring.

She fell to her knees as he approached her, her legs giving way after the strain of the evening; as he stood close to her she buried her face in his genitals, breathing in the sweet, musky smell of him, and heard his long, shuddering breath. He raised her to her feet, and held her firmly against him, his face resting on the top of her head. She trembled at the feel of his body, the way his erection nudged hard against her belly.

‘Come. It is time.’

He backed to the bed, and laid down on it, drawing her after him. They lay, chest to chest, her hair falling warm and cloud-soft over his shoulders and throat, as they kissed, ataşehir escort bayan a long, leisurely kiss. Her legs parted as she straddled him, and his big hands roamed around her firm little buttocks, making her wriggle and moan with pleasure as he explored her crack, tickling her clitoris and tracing the damp, warm cleft. She moaned again as two of his fingers slid inside her, probing her pulsing cunt, and then withdrawing – then he pulled her down, lower, until his great cockhead was pushing, smooth and hard, against her warm, willing cleft, and with a low, shuddering cry he thrust up into her, a great powerful surge that impaled her to the hilt. She moaned again, half in pain, half in glorious fulfilled ecstasy, as for the first time she rode a man’s cock. Thanks to his careful caresses over the past weeks there was no maidenhead to be torn, and she clung to his shoulders, her cunt muscles pulsing as she adjusted to having such a big object in her tight little self.

‘Aaaaaaah… oh, Brother, that is beyond wonderful!’

He sighed, stroking her slender waist and rounded buttocks again, then took hold of her hips, and began to thrust, withdrawing almost completely and then surging up, up, deep into her, slow and powerful, until she was near fainting with the intensity of sensation.

Faster and faster, his thrusts became shallower, and she felt as he tensed up and shuddered under her the approach of his climax. She was floating, held to earth only by her cunt muscles around his great organ, her legs straining to part further, to draw him in more, and finally as he exploded into her, she felt her clit twitching and flowering against him, the most exquisite pulsing relief for all the tension, and she moaned, rocking her head back and forth, gasping for air as her orgasm matched his, thrust for spasm, hot and wet and perfectly synchronised. Her little pink nipples rubbed against the soft hair of his chest, tingling and super-sensitised by orgasm, and a deep groan of satisfaction made his chest boom against her ear as she lay on him, riding the waves of pleasure, her cunt pulsing and flowering around his cock, her clit twitching in happy abandon on his skillful thumb.

As the waves receded, she lay very still on him, shaking and panting, feeling his great heart pounding beneath her ear, as he stroked her back and thighs and moved softly inside her, his erection slowly softening until at last his wet cock slipped out of her, lying between them, the tip just touching her clit and continuing the gentle stimulation. She sighed, moved her legs, groaning as she brought them back together. The force of the fuck had strained the hip sockets, but as she moved he massaged her, caressing her with sure, gentle hands.

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The Druid mopped his brow as Tyrande attempted to pull him into bed yet again. “My love!” He panted.

“There is still work to be done today.” The woman ran him ragged. That alone would not be bad at all. In fact, he was quite into that aspect. Where it wore him out was the growing bombardment of requests over the past week or so to ‘change things up’, to ‘add a little spice’ or to just go a little further for fun, as she explained.

Tyrande laid on her side, tracing from her thigh, over her hip to her waist and back with her finger to try to entice him back to bed. They had barely even gotten to the good stuff, in her mind.

“My love, you sound so halfhearted. Is it that difficult to do what I ask?”

“Of course.” Malfurion treated it the same as he had the past few times she brought it up. He laughed it off and stood up, dressing himself to his usual minimal standards to oversee the grove in Teldrassil. Once he was read he leaned over the bed, took her hand and kissed her. She kissed him back, but sighed obviously as he explained.

“Because I respect you. Our love is built on respect. I can not seriously do the things you ask of me.” He blustered.

“I will admit, I have been a little strange ever since that private concert.”

“Since then? What in that concert, or that gathering could have triggered this type of shift?” He wondered out loud.

“I’m not sure.” She shrugged, sitting up and walking over to the music box on her vanity in just a lacy nightgown. She was hoping that simply moving around in that state would be enough to reel him back, but he simply left, offering as he walked through the door.

“That Maura is talented, but our own agents have said that there are aspects of her story worth looking into.”

“Perhaps.” She mumbled to herself, opening the box, winding it and letting it go. Tyrande sat down crossing one leg over the other, huffed and closed her eyes as she listened to the words. She nodded along, even through the imperceptible pauses and empty verses that were a trademark of Maura.

“Won’t do all of the things I ask for.” She pouted, bouncing her foot up and down anxiously. Tyrande inhaled slowly as the song rounded its chorus then slumped as it reached its end. She stood up to wind it again but stopped herself.

“What do I really, really want…” She blushed. Could kadıköy escort bayan she even say it? She shook her head, opened the box and overwound it so that the song would play over and over as she shut the door, locked it and laid herself down on her bed. The priestess shut her eyes and began to think and imagine a scenario.

A summit. Somewhere… somewhere a suitable partner could reasonably be where they would run into the High Priestess of Elune by chance. She could not think of any, so she simply made up the idea that maybe, at one point she would humour setting up a summit in… Booty Bay. No, Ratchet. No, no no. Gadgetzan. That’s… fine. It’s close to the Caverns of Time and Silithus. So she began to imagine who the man she would be trying to meet was. She formed him in her mind. Someone big. Someone… rude and strong. Very rude. Offensive. Insultingly so. Not intelligent, no, at least not smarter than her. She smiled. But he would act like it.

What could it be? An elf? For some reason she felt there wasn’t a chance in hell. A human? No, they had to be big. Kul’tiran? Yes. But green. She shook her head and wondered what she was thinking, but it felt right that an orc was being thought of, and once she thought of it, that image did not leave her mind. It couldn’t.

In her mental recreation she stood in Gadgetzan with her arms crossed, confused how she supposedly got there, why and why an orc was the first thing that both came to and stuck in her mind. She obviously built this scenario with something in mind, but as she was thinking it through she was having second thoughts about her own psyche and where it was taking her.

“Well, I’m here. What now?” She looked around, imagining guards at first, then making them disappear.

“No. No, I don’t think so. I’m definitely alone.”

“Alone and vulnerable.” The exact orc she imagined said in a gruff, stereotyped tone asn he appeared somewhere nearby and approached her. Tyrande looked around.

“Vulnerable to what? You?” She was incredulous.

“Who could believe that I of all Kaldorei would be vulnerable to a very basic orc that isn’t even imagined to be a fighter? I can’t even wrap my head around that idea.”

“Yeah, I bet you got trouble wrapping your little head around a lotta ideas, huh?”

“Oh!” She perked ümraniye escort bayan up, blushing. Tyrande knew that it would be embarrassing to be seen showing her feelings like that, and the response was all wrong. She wound things back a little and instead of letting out that intonation she scowled at the imagined orc and said.

“You surely don’t want to keep that tongue if you plan to use it to spin such crude sentences towards a Lady of Elune. We are not a meek people, orc.”

The orc laughed in her face, because suddenly he was closer due to imagination mechanics. She leaned back, thinking that his breath would undoubtedly be foul. As she leaned back, a smile crossed her lips and she returned to her full height to confront the man and push him. It was her imagination. She could try, do and say whatever she wanted and he would also need to abide by those rules. She thought. That was when her imagination got away from her.

The orc reached forward and grabbed her neck in one of his large, rough hands, choking her lightly. She gasped and stared at him. She reached for his hand. No orc could actually lay a hand on her. It was unbelievable that she would not be able to fight back. It would be humiliating and wrong. So wrong…

“This is-” She cringed as she actually struggled. In her imagination she somehow could not muster herself to even consider beating even a simple orc. She was pulled to somewhere more private. Inside of a nearby building.

“D-Dammit. My weak elf body-” She blinked. She knew that she would never say something like that ever.

“Correction. You’re the strongest. You’re the best of your kind.” The orc stated, bring his face close to hers as he loosened his grip, then finally just let her go before adding.

“And that’s just too weak to stand up to a basic peon.” He laughed in her face. Tyrande blushed deeply.

“Th-that’s not true.”

“You want it to be. You imagined me ’cause you want an orc to turn you into a timid little elf ‘dummy’.”

“I’m in control of this fantasy.” She gritted her teeth.

“Nah. I am. Because that’s what YOU want, idiot.” The orc stated bluntly.

“The real deal is that you’re just using my voice as an outlet for all your fucked up ideas you got.”

“No, you listen here-” She tried to wrangle her unconscious, maltepe escort bayan squirming where she was lying in real life on her bed. In her imagined scenario the orc grabbed her abruptly and made pain erupt from her ass as he reeled back his hand and smacked both cheeks hard. She yelped, then was in shock as he turned her and stared her in her silver eyes.

“I’m taking control, got it?” Tyrande’s heart thumped as the moment he said that her perspective in her imagination detached from her imagined self until she was only an observer. She watched herself and the orc.

“Y-yes sir.” She said nervously.

`That’s not right…` She critiqued,

`But…` Her thoughts trailed off. There was a knock at the orcs door. “Open up! We are searching for the High Priestess! Someone saw an elf walk into this structure!” A Sentinel shouted through the door, ready to kick it down, no doubt.

`Oh thank the goddess. An out to this ridiculous adventure. I would never-`

“Say in a high, silly voice that you’re not the High Priestess. You’re the orc’s wife…” He ordered quietly.

She cleared her throat. “I- I am his wife!” She offered in a high, vapid tone. There was a pause from the other side.

“Oh… Uhm… Alright, sorry miss.” The Sentinel backed up and muttered.

“There’s no way the High Priestess would sound so dumb.”

Tyrande’s cheeks flushed deeply. Outside she was panting and shaking her head. `There’s no way… There is no way. I-` She bit her lip hard.

“It’s your fantasy.” He whispered in her ear. She shot back into her imagined self, regaining her perspective as she dizzily nodded.

“M-maybe just to pretend.” She smiled. She stared at the orc excitedly with a newfound enthusiasm.

“Yeah! What should happen… I wonder.” She stared at the orc who merely grinned back at her. She needed to beg.

“P-please brainwash this silly elf into a s-stupid-“

“Honey, you’re already brainwashed.”

Her eyes and her smile widened. “This silly elf has already been brainwashed!” She announced, writhing in her sheets outside the fantasy.

“This silly, stupid elf wants to be mindbroken more. Please brainwash me more, master!” She gasped.

“Lower your guard. All those pesky boundaries… let them go. Let go and surrender. Let that tiny brain relax and get guided.”

“No defences… no boundaries… let this elf’s head be filled… ” As soon as the music ended she came by her own hand and snapped back with a heavy inhale.

“O-oh goddess!” She was sweating. As she calmed down she thought out loud.

“That was so good… I wouldn’t mind-” She stopped herself.

“Wait, what?”

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This story contains explicit descriptions of various sexual acts between a man and wife. If you are underage, or if it illegal for you to read such material, please exit now.

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The doctor’s plan worked, Jim becomes a complete man again. Then some taboos are breached that most would never consider. Whether or not you appreciate what happens, you will not fully understand the why without reading the first three chapters. Just don’t complain later about the content, this is your fair warning!

If you are offended by stories containing piss play (including ingestion), oral/anal play (including ingestion of feces), anal dilation and penetration of the urethra by devices, then this story is not for you. If you continue on, rest assured that it is all fiction, well, maybe part of it, and the characters are not intended to portray any person, living or deceased.

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The screaming gulls were music to my ears as I started emerging from my slumber. Before I even opened my eyes fully I reached over to give my “new” wife a hug and encountered only thin air and realized that I was alone in bed. I stumbled into the front room, expecting to find her there or perhaps on the deck. Instead, there was a tray on the coffee table with a carafe of coffee, two sweet rolls and a note that read simply, “be back in a while, be good!”

Although I had my suspicions, I didn’t know for certain where she had gone so I sat down and drank a couple of cups and ate the rolls. Soon my bowels began urging me to allow them to perform their function and as I settled on the seat I was curious if there would be any lasting effects from yesterday’s activity. Happily there were none, everything felt normal… everything except the newly-discovered erotic sensation of my asshole expanding and the feeling of the thick, firm log slipping out.

Finished with that duty, I washed my face and when I picked up the razor to shave, there was water dripping out of it and one of the bath towels was damp. That could only mean that Pam had shaved this morning so I figured that I had best shave both ends as well. I managed with nary a nick this time and I applied a little of her hand lotion when I finished, leaving everything soft as well as smooth.

After fluffing and buffing, I slipped on a clean pair of those thin jogging shorts, called room service for another carafe of coffee and grabbed the camera and laptop and retired to the upper deck. I had already gotten the camera plugged in and had the download of yesterday’s pictures going when I heard room service knocking on the door.

I whistled to let them know where I was and after climbing the steps until she could see me sitting at the table, she stopped there and asked if I wanted my coffee upstairs. I looked over at her and indicated that I did and thought that it had been a dumb question, since that was where I was. She hesitated a few seconds, then climbed the rest of the stairs and sat the coffee down and asked if there would be any thing else. Every staff member we had dealt with so far had been very friendly and she was no exception as she poured me a fresh cup with a big smile on her face. I handed her a tip and thanked her and she responded, “Sir, thank you, very much.”

I couldn’t help but notice her cute little butt as she turned and went down, then my attention was back to the completed download. When the thumbnails came up I could hardly believe my eyes. She had used up the entire memory stick and the screen was covered with pictures of my ass, cock and balls. Almost every picture was clear and sharp and in some of them she must have been laying down and shooting up between my legs.

I looked at them in order, becoming more aroused with each one, my cup of coffee forgotten. Most amazing were the ones taken right after she had removed her fingers. The pictures taken earlier showed my asshole in it’s normal, tight, wrinkled self, but in these my anal ring was swollen and puffy and gaped open enough that I could see right up inside my ass!

I used the photo program to lighten and increase the contrast of the picture and was surprised to notice that, rather than being an open space, the inside of my ass was full of blood-red folds of tissue. There were several taken from slightly different angles and I studied each one carefully before moving to the next.

The last few were close-ups of my cock when she had pulled it back between my legs. One, in particular, was outstanding. It caught a large glob of cum just as it exited my foreskin, forming a big drop and starting to fall.

I had dumped my cold coffee and just resumed the same position with a fresh cup when I heard someone coming up the stairs. This time it was Pam and she stopped at exactly the same place as the room service girl had and started grinning. I peered around the computer screen at her standing there and her grin got bigger. I must have looked confused and finally she said, “Nice view,” and climbed izmit escort bayan the rest of the way up. Finally it dawned on me that from her vantage point, and considering the shorts I was wearing, that everything I had was probably on display.

Then I started laughing and when she asked was so funny, I related the account of the room service girl and how she must have had the same view as she stood on the stairs. At least my cock hadn’t been erect when she came by.

“So did you go shopping again?”

“Yep, I got something for you, well, maybe several somethings, and a little something for me, and something for both of us.”

When I asked what she had bought, she just smiled and told me that I would find out soon enough.

I was a little disappointed when she said, “I hope you don’t mind, I stopped at the desk and signed us up for the boat tour of the islands.”

I did have something else in mind, but since we had agreed previously that the tour would be fun, I couldn’t be too upset.

“Well, you need to put that stuff away and get ready, the tour leaves in half an hour,” she said as she disappeared down the stairs.

By the time I packed everything up and carried it down she was in the bathroom and I saw that she had again laid clothes out for me to wear. A T-shirt and my cargo shorts, surprisingly conservative it seemed, until I picked up the shorts and under them was the jock strap she had purchased before we left.

I had taken everything off and was in the process of stepping into the jock when she stuck her head out of the bathroom and said, “Don’t get dressed yet, and I need to borrow a pair of your panties.”

I dug a pair out of my drawer and knocked on the door and asked if she wanted them in there. The door opened just enough for her to stick her hand out and I wandered back to the couch to wait.

She came out in a few minutes wearing a pair of rather conservative shorts and a sleeveless top, AND a smile. “Now scoot your ass up to the edge of the couch, spread your legs and lean back,” she said, “and close your eyes…. No peeking!”

I heard her rustle the sack so I knew that I was going to receive one of the things that she had purchased, but I had no idea what. She admonished me again not to peek and I felt her take my balls in her hand and pull sharply on them, then something being wrapped around my sack between my balls and my body. Then there was some pressure in that area and the sound of snaps being fastened.

Her hand released my balls, but they still felt like they were being pulled on and I was trying to figure that out while she did something with whatever she had put around them. Then I felt the jockstrap placed in my hands and she instructed me to put it on before I opened my eyes. I managed to get it on, with her help, and stood up and pulled it up. It was almost too small and held my cock and balls, and whatever was around them, tightly. The last thing she did was to slip her hand inside the front of the waistband and do something, and then I was permitted to open my eyes.

I could feel whatever was around my ballsack and also something that was directly under my balls and sandwiched between them and my body and held firm by the jockstrap. Then she handed me my shorts and as I pulled them up I looked down and saw a thin wire sticking up out of the front of the jockstrap.

When I had also put on my T-shirt and sandals, she stepped back a bit and lowered the front of her shorts and showed me a similar wire sticking out of the waistband of her panties. Then she held up a little device about the size of a magic marker with a button on the end. She had a big grin on her face as her finger touched the button and instantly it felt like a hive of bees had been let loose in my shorts!

My eyes had to have been as big as silver dollars, then she released the button and the vibrations stopped. Then she handed me a similar device and I pushed the button and heard her gasp and saw her tighten up.

“I have basically the same thing in my pussy that you have under your balls, just remember that anytime you push your button, I push mine… and maybe sometimes when you don’t.”

As we headed out the door she gave me a shot and I jumped so I did the same to her. I was glad for the jockstrap because without it, I would already be walking around sporting a pup tent.

Four the next four hours, it was a contest to see who could catch the other off guard and zap them. She got me as I was carrying a couple of drinks back from the bar and I got her while she was in the midst of asking the tour guide a question. I only hoped that I wasn’t making too big of a wet spot in my shorts because every time she made my balls vibrate I could feel precum easing it’s way out of my foreskin.

By the time we were deposited back at the hotel, I was actually tired from tensing up and relaxing so many times and never knowing when my balls yürüyüş yolu escort would start vibrating again. I wanted nothing more than to go to our bungalow and get out of my now very wet jockstrap, but I caved in to her request that we grab something to eat from the buffet. We did decide to call a truce while eating and I hadn’t realized I was hungry till we sat down with our food.

I finished a little ahead of Pam and since I had drank several glassed of iced tea, I stood up and excused myself to the restroom. She took hold of my hand and said that she was almost finished and to wait till we got back to the bungalow. I told her that I REALLY needed to go but changed my mind when she smiled and said, “Please wait.”

I finally dawned on me what she had in mind, so I sat back down and even drank part of another glass of tea while she finished. When she was done, we stood to leave and I whispered to her, “Ok, but no more vibrations or I won’t make it.”

I walked rather gingerly all the way back and as soon as we were inside with the door closed, Pam took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. We stopped beside the bed where she helped my take off my T-shirt then slid my shorts down, followed by the soaked jockstrap. For the first time I could see that there was a leather strap about an inch wide around my balls causing them to bulge and be held away from my crotch by a plastic cylinder about an inch in diameter and two inches long.

Then she pulled off her own top and shorts, then the little panties and I saw the wire hanging down out of her pussy. She squatted a little and held her hand under her pussy and a device similar to the one still under my balls fell out into her hand.

I expected her to take my cock in her mouth and drink the piss she had asked me to retain, instead she looked me in the eyes and asked if I trusted her. Of course I nodded yes and with that she indicated that I was to stand right there as she walked into the bathroom and came back out with the sash from one of the robes and a towel.

My cock reacted immediately when she said to hold my hands in front of me, then tied them together with the sash. Thoughts of how erotic it had been to be restrained in Dr. William’s office flashed through my mind as my wrists were bound together. Then she took the panties that she had worn all afternoon and slipped them over my head with the crotch covering my nose and mouth.

Over the panties she added the T-shirt I had worn, but did not pull my head through the opening, effectively hooding me so that I could see nothing and concentrating the heady odors of her vagina so that each breath was heavy with her scent. Then she turned me and guided me to a sitting position on the towel with my ass at the edge of the bed and laid me back until my head was resting on the pillow she had provided.

As I lay there with my legs spread and my cock dripping precum, expecting any second to feel her lips sucking gently on my cock, I heard her walk off and then the crinkling of the sack again. My gut muscles tightened at the thought of yet another surprise from the sack. The sound of a package being opened followed by the click of the KY cap caused me to tighten again.

I jumped a little when her hand contacted my cock and slipped my foreskin back, uncovering the head. Then I felt her fingers on the head and spreading the little hole open and the tip of her tongue pushing in. At least I thought at first that it was her tongue, until I realized it was something else. Whatever it was, it was slipping down inside my cock!

“This may sting just a little, but it’s only the KY causing it,” as it continued down inside of me. I couldn’t tell just how far it was inside me, but it stopped several times, then forged ahead until I could feel it deep. I hadn’t realized just how far in it really was until it passed through my prostate and hit the opening of my bladder.

There was a mild burning sensation, but not objectionable and when it hit my bladder sphincter it felt like someone was pinching me on the inside. If it kept prodding me I knew that I wouldn’t be able to hold back anymore and I started to tell her so when suddenly there was a little twinge of pain and I felt it slip inside my bladder. I couldn’t discern just how much of it had been pushed inside me but then my bladder started feeling even fuller as, I found out later, she inflated the bulb inside me to keep it in.

My bladder was quite uncomfortable but I couldn’t piss now no matter how hard I tried. The next thing I was conscious of was her climbing on the bed, then the shirt and panties were removed to be replaced by her pussy as her legs settled on either side of my head. I was having a little trouble breathing as her pussy covered my mouth and my nose was jammed into her asshole but I started licking like a mad man, slurping up the juices that were flowing freely.

It was only seconds darıca escort until her orgasm hit her and even more liquid gushed into my mouth. The taste of her pussy in my mouth, the heavy odor of her ass in my nose and the pressure in my bladder was driving me to a frenzy when all of a sudden there was a reduction of the pressure. I knew that piss was being discharged but I had no control over it and no idea where it was going.

When her spasms slacked off, she scooted back off of my face and I found out where my piss was going. The slackening of the pressure stopped, then I felt a small tube placed in my mouth and she said that I had better start swallowing.

Then my own piss started filling my mouth from the tube and I started swallowing as fast as I could. It was certainly strange to feel my bladder emptying and not being able to control it or shut it off and having no choice but to drink it down.

I got a break when she knelt down with her mouth beside mine and the tube was then discharging into her mouth, then it was back in mine. The tube was traded back and forth several times until finally there was nothing left inside me.

When she got down, I raised my head and looked at the catheter sticking out of my cock and the extension tube she had inserted to allow us to drink. “Stay there and I will take it out, but first I want some pictures.”

Sometime during the process, my foreskin had slipped back down and covered the head and part of the tube and it was strange so see it sticking out of there. After she had taken several pictures from different angles, even having me hold my cock up for some, she released the inflation stopper on the bulb and when it was empty started easing the catheter out.

She slipped it out very slowly and I could feel it as it exited the bladder sphincter and tip passed through my prostate and up the shaft. A big dollop of lube and precum followed it out and dripped from my foreskin and she took some pictures of that as well.

I was exhausted and figured the evening’s activities were pretty much over when she told me once again to stay put. Another trip to the sack and she returned holding something that I recognized. I couldn’t imagine what she was up to now as she tore the condom packet open, then it became clear when I saw her pick up the vibrating device that had been in her pussy and slip it in the condom and unroll it all the way.

When she knelt between my legs with the vibrating thing hanging in the condom and the tube of KY in the other hand, I knew what she wanted and raised my legs up and back, making my asshole available to her.

Her finger made short work of lubing my asshole inside and out, then the little egg, she called it, was pushing it’s way inside me. It slipped inside, followed by her finger as she pushed it farther in until it was resting against my prostate.

Finally my cock was vacuumed into her warm mouth and as it entered she tightened her lips causing my foreskin to slip back and uncover the super sensitive head. She didn’t bob her head up and down, but rather just moved the head forward and back by alternately sucking and releasing, the nursing thing again. As she began gently kneading my still restrained balls and causing the device inside me to rub over my prostate with the finger that was still inside, the fire began to grow.

I still couldn’t help but wonder if it would continue to build until I orgasmed or die away as had happened so often in the past. Her ministrations at my cock felt wonderful but I was beginning to have the old doubts when her hand released my balls and suddenly they started vibrating and shaking as she activated the device under them again. This time it was different, my balls were no longer held tight but were free to move about and they were literally dancing as the device worked it’s magic.

I hardly felt a second finger going in my ass but it’s intent became obvious when I felt the egg inside me pushed hard against my prostate. I nearly came clear off the bed when she pushed the second button on and moved it so that it would stay on as she had done with the one under my balls.

Within seconds I cried out so loudly that it was a wonder that security didn’t pay a visit as my insides seemed to explode as my cum jetted out into her sucking mouth. All my senses were in absolute overload as my prostate pumped out my cum in response to the vibrations of the egg being held firm against it.

My prostate continued to spasm long after there was nothing left and I had to beg her to stop. There was no need to tell me to say put, I was absolutely exhausted as she slipped first her fingers, then the egg from my ass and released my balls to hang free. She returned from the bathroom with a warm, wet washcloth and cleaned me up, then helped me turn and put my legs on the bed. Then a peck on the cheek and I was out like a light.

Out of the fog came a knocking sound, then voices that I couldn’t understand. I shook my head to wake up and saw that it was getting dark outside and wondered who was at the door. I was still mulling over what she had done to me earlier and how the catheter had felt sliding down inside my cock when Pam came bouncing in the room in her little tennis skirt and a wifebeater and announced that dinner was served.

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