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Dan and Tina were neighbors living in the same apartment building. Even though they had lived on the same floor for the past year they had never really had the chance to get to know each other.

Tina was the kind of woman you wouldn’t necessarily notice in a crowd. She was short and round with a cuddly disposition. She had golden honey blonde hair and wore round gold rimmed glasses. She was always smiling. For the lucky suitors who took the time to get to know Tina they found a very appealing person with a very bubbly personality.

One such person was Dan – He was a former New Englander creeping up on his fifth decade of life. Tall and somewhat lumbering he sometimes reminded strangers of their favorite uncle. He had sandy brown hair with streaks of gray, warm hazel eyes and boyish dimples that came to life with each jolly smile. Dan was kind and generous. He always took the time to help his fellow tenants and lent a hand whenever an occasion would arise.

Such an occasion was how he had finally met Tina. Dan was in his favorite blue recliner watching football on a Sunday afternoon. He had just cracked open a cold beer and a bag of chips when he noticed Tina struggling to stretch her short arms around the box of her new TV. He was wondering how she was going to manage to drag it to her second floor apartment all by herself. He quickly slipped on his shoes, grabbed his jacket and raced down to the parking lot to offer his assistance.

Tina greeted him with a warm smile and a sigh of relief as she graciously accepted his offer and ran ahead of him to open the doors as he hauled the awkward box up to her apartment. By the time Dan had finished installing her TV, TIVO and stereo system their first date had been arranged. Tina would prepare a meal for them to share during next Sunday’s Eagles – Dallas game. She mused that if things went well she might be sharing more than a meal.

As it would happen, Dan was having the same thoughts. Sunday could not come soon enough for him because Tina had suddenly become the focal point of his daily ruminations. The week had finally ended and Dan found himself relaxing in Tina’s cozy living room. They had just shared a toast at the beginning of the game clanging their chilled beers together as they snacked on tortilla chips with homemade salsa. Tina had prepared a Mexican feast .She had barbecued steak burritos warming in the oven, spicy Mexican rice, corn cakes and three cheese enchiladas. For dessert She had prepared her favorite Italian cookies with sprinkles that her grandmother used to make for her when she was young.

The game and the weather both turned out to be abysmal, if you were a Dallas fan needing to drive anywhere. By the end of the Dallas trouncing 16 inches of snow had fallen with drifts covering many of the cars in the parking lot. Being from Maine Dan looked at the snow as an opportunity rather then an inconvenience. They had plenty of good food prepared lots of cold drinks and a nice cozy fire, which offset the fact that they had just lost their electricity. One drink led to many and before Tina knew it she had accepted her role as Dallas’s constantly sacked quarterback. In their version of the game every sack resulted escort gaziantep bayan numaraları in an article of clothing being removed or some silly task being performed.

With Tina having very little clothing left to lose and suddenly feeling a bit shy after happily being sacked and rolling on the floor with Dan numerous times, she suggested they run out for a little tryst in the snow. Since they figured they wouldn’t be out long, they dressed rather light and headed out into the glistening snow. The cold air stung their cheeks and Dan immediately sacked Tina. After several minutes of laughing and rolling like teenagers in the snowy landscape they were both wet enough to highlight their body’s features.

Dan’s wet jeans were bulging from the excitement he wasn’t able to hide after rolling against Tina’s rubenesque figure. She looked so sexy with the curls springing up in her wet snow filled hair outlining her beautiful face. Water droplets were sliding down her glasses, her cheeks were rosy-red and her fully erect nipples were glaring boldly at him through her soaking wet shirt. He wandered if she was just cold or had their bodies rubbing together in the frigid air aroused her as much as it had him.

After about a half an hour of rolling in the snow they’re whole bodies were soaked. Their noses were bright red and their hands and feet had begun to feel numb. They both agreed they were ready to head in for some dry clothes and a warm fire. Darkness had begun to fall. So Tina, teeth chattering, quickly lit a few candles as soon as they got in the apartment.

Tina and Dan were both shivering from head to toe and couldn’t wait any longer to remove their cold, wet clothing. They both raced to the fire and began rubbing their hands together for warmth. They both began peeling off their clothing and laying it in front of the fire to dry.

Dan was undressing so quickly before he knew it he was down to his boxers which were tightly outlining his very swollen manhood. He looked up and caught a glimpse of Tina’s beautifully curved body. Her skin was all bright pink from the cold and she was wearing nothing but her black satin bra and matching panties. Both of which were glued to her body outlining every delectable inch they were trying to hide.

Tina looked up and caught Dan staring at her. She suddenly felt her face flush and her hard nipples began to tingle sending waves of electricity through her body. Tina knew Dan must be at least fifteen years older then her. She was shocked at how hairy his chest was all the way down to the top of his boxers and was amazed at the package anxious to escape from behind it’s damp covering.

The gentle look she saw in Dan’s eyes made her feel so comfortable. On impulse she leaned over and placed her cold hands on his hairy nipples, stood on her tip toes and gently pressed her soft pink lips against his. She felt a rush through her body as his mustache gently tickled her nose. She tenderly rubbed her thumbs in circles over his hard nipples and then gently began nibbling on them.

Dan was fully erect and had pre cum dripping in his already wet boxers. He reached up and wrapped escort gaziantep pornoları his long arms around her warm, plump body and pulled her tight against his chest as he began hungrily tasting her lips and sliding his tongue deep inside of her mouth and rolling his tongue with hers. He traced his fingers along the back of her neck. The fire crackled romantically in the background as the shadows of their now entwined bodies danced on the wall.

Dan took a free hand and finally removed his boxers. As they fell to the floor his thick throbbing cock sprung out against Tina’s soft body. She felt a rush as his sticky liquid slid across her belly.

Still hungrily devouring her sweet full lips he reached around and unhooked her bra. He could feel his heart racing and his hands shook with excitement. He slowly slid her bra straps off of her shoulders and watched her voluptuous breasts fall as her bra hit the floor. He let out a moan and immediately brought his hands up to feel her soft flesh. He kneaded her delicate tissue in his now very warm hands. Outlining her light pinkish brown areolas with his thumbs and teasing her as her lightly brushed against her throbbing nipples.

Tina looked up at Dan and their hazel eyes locked. The flicker of light from the fire danced on her glasses. The only sounds were their deep heavy breathing, their hearts thumping and the crackle of burning wood. Dan grabbed a tan afghan off of the couch and spread it in front of the fire. He dropped to his knees and gently pulled Tina down towards him. Her curvaceous body had him yearning to explore every inch.

He carefully guided her to the floor as the shadows from the candles danced on the walls. He tenderly kissed her lips and began sliding down her neck leaving a trail of soft kisses across her shoulders and then down her arms. He gently sucked on the tip of each and every finger.

Tina’s body was aching for Dan to bring his kisses down to her now soaking wet, swollen flower petals. She was slowly rubbing her hands all over his hairy body as he satisfied his curiosity and explored every inch of her. Dan worked his way back to her full breasts and began flicking his tongue teasingly on her tender nipples, back and forth from one to the other and rolling the opposite between his thumb and fingers. She couldn’t believe she was already having her first orgasm.

Dan felt Tina’s body tense as she let out a purr and immediately began sliding his hands over her soft belly down around her curvy hips as he kissed her naval. He slowly traced his hands up and down the inside of her thighs teasing as he slid his fingers across lightly hairy bush. He could feel her wetness and had to explore it for himself. He put his hands between her legs and spread them wide open. Tina instantly lifted her ass up in the air putting her dripping cunt right under his tongue.

Dan excitedly dove right in flicking his tongue on her clit. His swollen cock throbbed harder as he got his first taste of her sweet juice. He quickly ran his tongue up and down from her clit to her ass slurping up every warm drop. Tina gasped and squirmed as she felt his tongue slide into escort gaziantep portalı her tight ass. She had never had that experience before and wanted more.

Dan slid three fingers deep inside of her tight pussy and started searching for her sweet spot. She moaned excitedly as he found the perfect spot and he could feel her contracting her muscles around his fingers. He was grunting with pleasure as he continued to devour her sweet juice. Tina’s body shook as she exploded into her second orgasm. She clamped her legs shut around his hands unable to allow him to touch her throbbing pink flower petals any longer.

Dan slid his hand out from between her legs. Tina sat up felling her creamy liquid pouring out of her pussy and sliding down towards her sweet round ass. She climbed up and straddled herself over Dan’s long body her heaving breasts brushed against his hairy chest causing her nipples to harden again.

Dan’s cock was pulsing so hard now. She took the head of his shaft that was covered with pearly drops and rolled it against her hard nipples. She then bent down grasping his cock with both hands and squeezing more of his pre cum out as she flicked her tongue licking up every drop.

Tina had begun sliding her tongue up and down his shaft massaging his hairy balls with one hand and the other working on the base of his stiff rod. She opened her mouth wide and wrapped her sweet pink lips tight around the head of his cock sliding it deep into her mouth sucking furiously as she massaged his manliness. Dan was squirming with pleasure and moaning rocking his ass up and down as he moved his big dick in and out of her mouth.

Tina’s body was on fire; she was ready to feel him deep inside of her cunt. She released his cock and reached up to kiss his sweet lips and pressed her full breasts against his bare skin. Their nipples rubbing together. Electric shocks were running through both of their bodies as she again spread her legs wide, straddled his body and pushed her warm, wet pussy down over his cock thrusting him deep inside of her tight hole. Dan was now able to finally feel the true depth of the sweet pussy that he had so hungrily explored with his fingers and tongue.

Tina rocked hard on top of Dan her clit screaming with excitement every time their bodies slammed together. Dan stretched his long arms out tightly grasping her ass to push himself deeper into her warm, wet pussy that she was squeezing tight around his cock. Tina’s breasts were heaving with each deep breath she took. She let out a scream of pleasure just as Dan was letting out a deep moan. They exploded together. Cum dripping from her swollen cunt. She laid her head against his chest, beads of sweat from their bodies running together. She gently rubbed her body against his until his now soft cock slid from her body and their combined juices continued to run from her body down to her ass.

Dan and Tina both starry eyed kissed gently and intertwined their bodies collapsing in front of the glowing fire. They both fell asleep exhausted. Tina awoke the next morning and a feeling of warmth rushed though her as she felt Dan’s long arms still wrapped around her. Their naked bodies pressed tightly together. She could feel his deep steady breathing on her neck. She wiggled in a little closer and closed her eyes. Never wanting to leave this special place.

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Why would anyone buy a plastic frog sprinkler brand new, much less put it in a yard sale? I set the thing back in the box and stood up. No one had come out of the house yet and judging by the things laid out for sale, I wondered if it was a sale at all. I looked back at the street, then at the house. No one had stopped here yet but me. There were just a few tables.

“Oh! Hello.”

I turned to see a stunning blonde house wife come out of the garage carrying two plastic bags.

“Hello.” I smiled warmly, trying be nonchalant. This was one of those moments where you feel that little jab in your guts and your cock stirs in your shorts like a hibernating bear. To run into a woman like this outside of an aerobics class was a rarity. And at a yard sale, of all places. She was decked out in white and blue sports wear. A white top with blue piping that matched her dark blue running shorts, with a simple sweater, and white socks and tennis shoes. In fact, she looked like she was ready to play tennis, her hair pinned back and framing a stunning face. She had the smallish breasts of an athlete, and I had to resist drinking in those curvy legs that her shorts complimented so well. Immediately my mind willed her to twirl in a circle so I could take it all in, but she did the next best thing and turned her back to me to empty the bags into some boxes on one of the tables.

Now that was a treat. Thank you.

Her running shorts were snugged up the crack of her ass and her legs were beautifully defined without a mark on them, the sweep of them drawing your eyes down to her calves. This is what passed for a house wife around here? I need to move.

I looked away before she finished, and indeed she turned back to me, wrapping her sweater around herself without zipping it, and crossing her arms. It was just a touch chilly, being a bit early in the day still.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“Umm.” I looked back at the street. “Am I wrong, or is this a yard sale?”

She laughed, stopping close to me and looking out at the neighborhood.

“It will be in a few hours. I didn’t expect someone so early.”

She uncrossed her arms, putting her hands on her hips, and looked around at the meager pickings.

“That’s why I’m not really set up yet.”

You know, a woman putting her hands on her hips is an erotic thing. It must harken back to earlier times, because it sends a subconscious signal to a man that this woman is openly presenting herself. The motion draws attention to her waist, and put her breasts on display, to say nothing of her flat tummy. Look at this, it says. Cocking your hip doesn’t help, either. That says to a man, what do you think? Plus, her sweater fell back open to once again show the curves of her high, tight tits and for a moment I squeezed my eyes shut behind my sunglasses, willing myself not to pop a boner right in front of her.

“I understand. I’m sorry, I can come back later.”

She made a dismissive gesture and smiled brightly, sparing me glance.

“Don’t be silly! You’re here now, you can look around if you like.”

I already was.

“I’m going to keep unpacking out here, but I know my husband has some tools in the back of the garage.” She hooked a cute little thumb in the air. “Probably more your speed?”

“Oh. Is he home?”

“No, he and my son left like, two minutes ago to go put up signs. That’s why I was surprised to see you. We’re kinda out of the way back here and people get the streets mixed up.”

“Just lucky I guess.” I smiled and she smiled back.

“Would you…help me move that table?”

I have to admit, I was a little crestfallen. An offer to give her a hand has two outcomes. She’s being inviting, or she’s being all business. In this case, it was business, and I got that vibe she intended to stay busy out here while I went and looked at those tools.

“Thanks!” she said, and turned away again. I didn’t want to walk away from her, but I strolled off, looking over what things there were and seeing nothing better than what my eyes had feasted on already. I sighed a little now. There really wasn’t much else to see. Kid clothes and toys, knick-knacks and assorted extra stuff that every house had. That meant I would have to leave all the sooner. I stuck my hands in my pockets and walked into the cool, dry garage.

I was looking for some tools, though. I didn’t expect much, and for a moment I didn’t notice anything else as I checked out this nice drill which was piled up with other brick a brack on a card table in the back. To my surprise, I realized the card table next to this one held more than just a pile of baby clothes.

I lowered the drill in one hand and without thinking reached over and picked up a black lace pair of panties. The kind with a little cotton triangle for the crotch and the rest all delicate lace. I held them in a stupor, my thumb caressing that soft little bit of fabric that would so demurely try to cover the pussy while the rest of the panties escort gaziantep bayan haberleri just enhanced everything around it. Lace panties. One of the world’s greatest inventions.

I swallowed, my mouth a little dry and turned more fully to the table full of clothes. Was is it really possible? A woman like this was selling her panties? I could see from here there were all kinds of them mixed in among the other things. No way! How the Hell could I justify that? Buying panties? Walking over there to the sale table where her change box and lemonade sat and saying I’ll take these? Imagine that conversation.

Excuse me? Oh, your panties? Well, they come in handy out in the tool shed. How? Well, I jerk off about you and cum in them because you’re hot and it’s even better to imagine your pussy was right here. Where? This little spot right here. How many time was the crotch of these panties nestled up against your pussy all day? Say, do you mind if I stand here with them in my mouth and think about licking your slit? I’ll take this drill, too, and that pack of pencils.

I shook my head out of my daydream, reluctant to set them down, but before I could, she was suddenly in the garage and coming towards me.

“Did you find anything you like?” she asked, and in that moment, she caught sight of me holding her underwear.

“Oh my God!” she gasped, coming to a dead stop.

The blood soared to my face and I hefted the drill in one hand as if to explain myself.

“Um, yeah, I was just looking at this and saw…well…I mean…it’s just that…” I literally stammered at her.

To my surprise, when she flung her hands up to her face, it wasn’t from shock, it was from laughter. She came up to the card table then, her eyes sparkling, and laughed even harder as she started picking through the pile of scattered clothes.

“My son! He must have brought the clean laundry out here when he was helping me. He’s only five. I suppose he thought everything in the house was for sale!” she laughed some more, looking at me to see if I appreciated the humor in the situation. I noticed she appeared not to be all that bothered by me still holding her panties, nor did she make any attempt to take them from me. I laughed a little, despite myself, my mouth still dry.

“You’re blushing!” she laughed again. “I am so sorry! I’ll have to get a basket and take these back inside.”

“Are they for sale?” I asked quickly before she could gather them off the table.

She gave me a scolding little look and actually reached over to give my arm a playful slap.

“Oh, don’t be silly!”

I had to stop her from gathering up her underwear and taking them in the house. I had to do something, even though I had no idea what. It just seemed like there was an opportunity here, although I wasn’t quite sure what it was.

“I’m serious.” I said, and when she looked at me again, she could tell I was. It was written all over my face. This was that make or break moment. Before she could speak again, I rushed ahead.

“I’d take them. Every single pair.” I swallowed.

She paused just for the slightest moment, and even though I was taking a chance, I was hoping maybe now she could see the bulge in the front of my shorts. She wasn’t angry. She actually seemed to be mulling it over.

“Are you serious?” she finally said. “My underwear?” she laughed a little at the end, trying to make light of what was being said, but I wasn’t the only one suddenly blushing a little.

“Oh, yes. Considering where they have been.” I said in a husky voice, my thumb subconsciously caressing that little cotton triangle of the pair I still held. “How could I resist?”

She looked a little uncomfortable, and even glanced over her shoulder. Turning back, she took in how I was still holding her panties, my fingers caressing the fabric softly where her pussy would have been. She was visualizing it herself, or I was a fool. She glanced past that, to my obvious bulge. A little subdued, she then looked back down at the pile of clothes and picked through it halfheartedly, keeping her eyes down. The energy around us took a marked turn.

“Why?” she said in a low voice, not so perky now, and even little shaken. Her voice had changed it’s tone. “Why do you want them?”

“I just told you. I think it would be incredibly erotic.” I sighed, looking down and admiring the pair I held.

She was sifting through the pile and for a minute we studied her obviously extensive collection of sexy panties. She wasn’t just going through them idly. She was sorting them out, but arranging them in a way I could see the individual styles. All of them hinting at what they must look like on her. My cock strained at the crotch of my shorts. I ached. We looked at each other, but she quickly looked back down. Risking everything, I took the pair I held in my hand and raised them to my face, pressing them softly to my nose and breathing escort gaziantep hikayeleri in. She bit her lip, just watching me with wide, bright eyes.

“Why is that erotic? What would you do with them?” she asked quietly. I set the drill down and ran a hand back through my hair, lowering her underwear from my face.

“I would…I would masturbate with them. A lot. the idea…it’s intoxicating.”

She gave me a teasing smile.

“You’re not one of those perverts who would wear them, are you?”

I laughed a little.

“No, but seeing as how you are the sexiest woman I have ever laid eyes on, I’m the kind of pervert that would make love to them. Every single pair. Feeling almost drunk with where they have been. The touch, the scent, the taste…” I trailed off and holding those lace panties with both hands now, smelled them again. All I could smell was the fresh scent of the laundry room, but we both knew better.

She looked down again, smoothing out a few small tank tops. She kept watching me me, fondling the one pair of her underwear, and also looking down at the bulge in my shorts.

“My bras, too?” she asked.

“Bras too.” I replied. “…it’s…it’s the intimacy. They’ve touched your body. Touched you.” I swallowed hard again. “…it would even be better to buy what you have on right now.”

She blushed a little harder and wouldn’t look at me, fussing with the clothes and making little piles.

“You really are horny for it, aren’t you?” she said mildly, with a small smile.

“I can’t help it. You’re too stunning. For that matter, can you blame me for wanting to jerk off about you the moment I leave here?”

She looked back and me and took a deep breath.

“No.” she said simply, even though I could tell she was excited for being told how hot she was and listening to me stand here and go on about it.

“Show me what you would do. Do it quick.” she said in a whisper, glancing over her shoulder again. We were partially hidden by some clothes on hangers and tucked in the back of the garage here, so it was easy for me to step around a little and out of sight of the street. Still holding her panties, I just reached down and worked my throbbing hard cock out of my shorts, exposing myself to her as she stood there watching.

I was light headed and my hands were shaking as I put my hand around my dick, wrapping her black panties around my length.

“Like this.” I panted, and started stroking myself in front of her. This was risky in the extreme. She could have screamed and ran inside and called the cops and all manner of things. Instead she stood there, her eyes glued to my cock and the naughtiness we were up to.

“You look real good.” she said.

“It’s for you. All for you.” I moaned a little, amazed at my own boldness as I my hand s[ed up, jerking my cock across the card table from her, with her panties. She pressed her thighs into the edge of the table, balancing herself on her manicured fingers, and watched my little show.

“You must think me some kind of a slut for letting you do this.” Another glance over her shoulder.

“I think…I think you’re amazing!” I was into it now, gasping a bit and breathing hard. My fist hummed, the friction of the fabric heating me faster than I would have liked. She kept right on watching, just biting one nail and looking over her shoulder from time to time. She turned back, reaching one hand up and brushing her open sweater aside, to close it around her left breast.

“I’m so wet watching this.” she sighed, hunching her shoulders into the pleasure she was feeling from her own hand. She was pressing her thighs together and gripping her breast hard, her other nipple stretching into an incredible hard point through her tank top. Feeling this, she grabbed her other breast with her free hand as well, and we stood there like that together, watching each other, me stroking my cock with her panties, and her fondling her perky tits with both hands and playing with her nipples with two fingers through the fabric.

“Your pussy is perfect. I know it is.” I groaned.

“Won’t it hurt doing it like this?” she inclined her head a little at my hand, her eyes heavy and her face flushing a little. She was tweaking and rolling her nipples the whole time, and she was even pirouetting her one foot back and forth on the toe of her shoe, staring at my engorged dick wrapped up in her underwear. We were running away the moment and didn’t even care.

“I…I don’t care.” I announced, going hard at myself. You could even hear the scuff of the fabric, in time with our heavy breathing.

“Am I really that hot?” she sighed. All I could do was nod. Then she reached across the table to touch me. The table itself wasn’t very sturdy, and she couldn’t exactly fit me in her fist like this, but she was touching my cock, right on my tip, and that was all that mattered. Her warm fingers were sending lightning through escort gaziantep bayan ilanları my body as she dragged her pretty nails up and down and around my cock, so I just groaned and let her work me as best she could. I held myself still for her, with her panties still wrapped around my shaft in my fist.

She played with me and played with her breasts, and as I looked up at her, and she at me, with her free hand, she pulled her white tank top to the side, showing me her bare tit. She had perfect, erect little nipples surrounded by a slightly darker, cream colored areola that didn’t dominate her breast, but demurely enhanced the perky athletic appeal of them.

“I want to eat your pussy.” I groaned at her, shuddering with electricity from where I stood.

“We can’t. I can’t.” she said, her fingernails still grazing and playing with my cock head.

She had put her one foot back down flat, with her legs straight, and she was actually grinding the corner of the card table into her crotch, her cheeks flushed and breathing hard herself, locked in place, teasing my tip, her breast exposed. I was humping my hips at her now. She had more or less made a little cone with her fingertips and it was in this way I thrust my cock into her hand as she held it there for me. I wanted her fist, but this was surprisingly hot, too. My tip was striking her palm and I could feel how I left wet streaks of precum across her fingers.

“What would to do to my pussy?” she asked suddenly.

“I want to lick it. I want to taste it. Everything.” I breathed out, gently daring to take hold of her wrist. I had to steady myself. I didn’t dare let go of the card table. My legs felt like jelly. “I would sit you on my face and just lick your for hours.”

“And my ass?” she teased.

“Everything. Anything!” I repeated.

“Oh God, that’s so naughty.” her voice had a little catch to it. She was all but leaning on the corner of this shaky little table now with me steadying myself with it, and so did we hold each other upright as we grew hotter and hotter, masturbating ourselves in front of each other.

“Yes, your sweet ass.” I groaned, panting a little and my heart hammering.

“I love how you want to lick it. So hot. You want to eat my ass.” she declared, purring, licking her lips. “Just think of that. My naughty little asshole.”

I started to spurt directly into her hand, without warning. Taken by surprise, I gasped and looked down, amazed at how erotic those perfect fingers looked as she held them closed around the end of my spasming dick. I looked up at her, shuddering, spasming, with my cum already running through her fingers and dripping onto the table. Together, we watched me finish my orgasm, her creamy fingertips just grazing the edges of my steaming tip a I spasmed one last time towards her. I pulled back slightly, a little dazed, and she slowly straightened up with a shiver, sliding her tank top back into place and covering herself, lifting her crotch off the corner of the table.

With that ever present look over her shoulder, she then picked up another pair of panties, this time pink, and wiped off her hand. Then she wiped off the table. It was an awkward moment and we looked at each other rather embarrassed.

“Sorry.” I said.

“Don’t be.” she smiled.

I thought maybe now this is where things went bad, but her face betrayed nothing but a glowing excitement that was slowly cooling down. I felt myself relax as we came back down to Earth and tucked myself back into my shorts.

“That was fucking amazing.” I gulped and she smiled again, glancing at me with a mischievous little grin. I ran my free hand over my face and took a deep breath.

“I just want you to know it has to end here, all right?” she said, her smile fading. Her face held no argument and I just nodded in agreement.

“I’ve never been more sorry to leave a yard sale, though.” I said and she laughed.

“Well, let’s see if we can do something about that.”

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I walked down the driveway on quivering legs, all thoughts of the rest of the day forgotten and more than a little stunned. Behind me, she made small talk as I walked off, standing at the end of the garage as if nothing had happened. Probably for the benefit of any neighbors lurking around. In my bag, I now had what must be over a dozen pairs of panties that at one time had been wrapped around this incredible woman’s body. Snugged up to her pussy and ass. All day, in any way. Too bad they were all clean.

As for the pair I had stroked with and the pink pair she had used to wipe up my cum, she stood there again with her hands on her hips, holding them both in one fist. Later, when I would jerk off about her again and again, I would wonder if she did anything naughty with them. Did it excite her? Having my cum in hand? Did she dare lick it a little from the crotch of her own underwear? I like to think she did. If her earlier dirty talk had been any indicator, she had a wild side. A kinky one for sure. Don’t they all? All sunshine and giggles during the day, and wild fuck bunnies at night. I didn’t even know her name.

I reached my car, and sure enough, some old man came tottering out of his house, headed for his mail box and newspaper. I sighed, deciding then and there that somehow I had to come back here at a better time and find out.

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DISCLAIMER:

This is my first time at writing a story like this and although some of what you read will be fiction, some of what happens in this story actually happened. Names have been changed.

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PROLOGUE

“Penny, it’s time you started to get out on your own again and move on with your life.”

The words were spoken by my best friend, Mandy. It had been a couple of years since Glenn, my husband of twenty-five years, had unexpectedly passed on and the wound had not yet healed. I missed him terribly every day and in the beginning the pain of the loss was disabling. I didn’t leave my house for a month after the funeral. I felt that I couldn’t face anyone. I would spend days in my dressing gown, either in bed or on the couch. Mandy was a trooper. If it hadn’t have been for her, dropping by, spending time with me, sleeping over night in the spare room and feeding me, I may have just curled up and joined Glenn in the “Great Beyond”.

I knew Mandy wasn’t being malicious or insensitive with her words, she had a point.

She had accompanied me to certain work and family events where the invitation allowed me to bring a friend or relative. She gave me the moral support that I needed. Men had invited me out on dates, but they were only the types that I would see as friends. It was time for me to attempt life on my own.

“I’ve booked us on a cruise in the Mediterranean,” she said. “No need to thank or repay me, it’s my treat as it’s also your sixtieth birthday.”

I was speechless.

“I’ve also invited Linda and Irene.”

Linda was her daughter, who even at the age of twenty-two, Mandy treated her as a princess and spoiled her rotten. Irene was another close friend and my former boss.

“We’re going to have some have adventures,” Mandy said, with a wink in her eye.

DAY 1.

We arrived at Rome airport and Mandy had organised a limousine to take us to the port, which was only a 40 minute drive.

The original plan was to spend the night in a hotel in Rome, but as the airline cancelled our flight and re-booked us on a later one, that plan went out the window.

After we had checked in our luggage at the port, we checked ourselves in and after signing all the necessary paperwork, we collected our stateroom keys and made our way to the ship.

Something I must tell you about Mandy is that technically she is still married to Linda’s father, Jim. She moved out of the family home about a two months before she booked us on the cruise and moved in with a guy called Ben, who lived further down the street. According to her, Jim wasn’t satisfying her needs. If you read between the lines, she wasn’t getting as much sex as she wanted. Jim was a hard working man. He needed to be to keep up with both Mandy’s and Linda’s expensive tastes and demands. It was hardly surprising that when he came home from work, he didn’t have the energy to give Mandy the attention she craved. But that didn’t excuse her from what she did. But I suspected that while on this cruise, she had a hidden agenda.

Mandy was sharing with Linda and I with Irene, which was fine as Irene was a really easy going and a “no stress” type of woman.

Our stateroom came complete with a balcony and two single beds, which apparently could be moved together to make a large double bed, if required. Our bathroom was spacious and had a nice shower in it.

Mandy and Linda lived in a similar stateroom, one deck above us.

Our cabin phone rang and it was Mandy informing us that lunch was waiting in the buffet restaurant. So we agreed to meet there after unpacking.

Later that day, we wandered around the ship and ended up in the piano bar.

“Oooo!” exclaimed Mandy. “I wonder who the entertainer is.”

Linda replied, “With any luck Mum, it’ll be a woman.”

Her words tinged a little irritation at her Mum’s transparency.

Mandy stuck her tongue out at her daughter and in an infantile voice replied,

“You’re just jealous because I’ve still got it at my age and you’re still looking for it!”

Linda scowled at her Mum. I knew that she still hadn’t forgiven her for walking out on her Dad and I could sense the conversation was heading for an argument. Irene had already left the bar in search of the library. I decided to follow her. I did not want to mediate another “Mother-Daughter Argument”.

Sometimes it was like living in a reality TV show.

We agreed to meet outside the main restaurant at seven thirty p.m. as our table was booked for seven forty-five.

I was dressed in knee length skirt and chiffon top. Irene dressed in a conservative white sweater and matching pants. Linda wore a figure hugging cotton dress that finished just below her bottom and kept riding up, occasionally displaying the thong she was wearing. Mandy was furious with her, calling her “cheap” and “dressing like a prostitute.” While I thought Mandy could have toned down her language, I quietly agreed that Linda should have dressed a little more appropriately for dinner.

However, Mandy’s dress code escort gaziantep bayan sitesi wasn’t much better. She was dressed was a knee length, knitted dress a which was just a little too see-through for my liking. It was easy to make out her bra and panties beneath.

Dinner was eaten in relative silence, except for the moments when both Linda and Mandy were trying their hardest to gain more than the usual amount of attention from our waiter. The poor man was embarrassed beyond belief and I really felt for him.

Mercifully, Linda didn’t join us after dinner. Complaining of a headache, she said she would get an early night.

“That’s a lie,” said Mandy, as we headed into the piano bar.

“She’ll head for the night club. But I couldn’t care less. I’m beginning to question why I even brought her on this…Hello!”

The surprise in her voice prompted me to look away from her and in the direction she was looking. I caught my breath as I saw, seated behind the piano, the most beautiful looking man I had seen in a long time. He was tanned and his “salt and pepper” hair accentuated that. When he looked over in our direction, he smiled and greeted us with, “Hi there ladies. Come on in and enjoy the show!”

He looked straight at me and smiled. I felt like I had been shot in the chest and my legs went to jelly.

Mandy was all smiles.

“Hubba hubba! He’s all mine,” she announced.

We found a table and all three of us sat down and ordered drinks from the waiter.

The room was buzzing and everyone was enjoying the show. The piano player introduced himself as Adam. He told bad jokes that seemed to raise a laugh or two, but when he sang, he melted my heart. His voice was crystal clear and in tune.

He played songs that we knew and could sing too and songs that we didn’t know but were great all the same. His love songs tugged at your heart-strings and his rock n roll songs made you tap your feet and clap your hands.

For reasons I am not clear about, the three of us suddenly uprooted and replanted ourselves around the piano. I now had a clearer view of this beautiful looking man. His smile took my breath away and I felt something that I hadn’t felt since Glenn had passed. My heart raced a little. I felt giddy, like a schoolgirl on prom night.

Mandy was trying her best to get his attention, but he seemed to focus on me.

I couldn’t tell if he was being sincere or just trying to ignore Mandy.

All too soon the night was over and we had to go to our staterooms.

Mandy was bragging about how she was slowly reeling him in, like a Blue Marlin. I had a feeling her line was going to wind up empty.

As we got ready for bed, Irene said,

“The piano man was a nice looking young man.”

I smiled. Everyone was young compared to her. I said that I had put him in his late 40’s or possible early 50’s.

“A nice toy boy for you,” she replied, with a mischievous wink.

“I think Mandy’s got plans for him,” I replied.

Picking up her soap bag and towel, she touched me on the arm and said,

“But she wasn’t the one he was looking at.”

Day 2.

Mandy was late for breakfast and arrived alone, without Linda.

“I am so pissed at her,” she said, as she sat down at the table in the buffet restaurant.

It was early as we had an excursion booked, leaving just enough time for a doughnut and coffee.

“What’s happened?” asked Irene.

“Well I was right about her not going to bed straightaway. She went to the night club, had a few drinks and found herself a guy. When I opened the cabin door, I found her naked, riding the him like a Kentucky Derby winner. In my bed!”

I looked away, trying to camouflage the smile that threatened to break across my face.

“I’ve never seen a guy get up, dress and get out a place so fast in all my life,” she continued.

“He was red with embarrassment and she was red with fury because I had interrupted her orgasm. I tell you, I am on the verge of sending her home from the next port we come to.”

Normally Irene would never get involved with anything of this nature, so it surprised me when she asked,

“Why didn’t they go back to his cabin?”

“Oh that’s the best part,” replied Mandy. “His wife was asleep in his cabin.”

I couldn’t tell if Mandy was angry because she had caught Linda in her bed with a man, or that Linda had succeeded when Mandy had failed. I rather thought that Mandy could see herself in her daughter and it scared her. Having said that, if push came to shove, Mandy would have done the exact same thing and not thought twice about it.

The excursion around Messina, Sicily, was long, but interesting. But my mind kept wandering to the night before and Adam, the beautiful piano player. He had been impeccably dressed in a sports jacket, black trousers and a short sleeved dark blue shirt. Every now and then, I would catch him looking across the piano, directly at me. Those eyes. You could lose yourself in those dark escort gaziantep bayan forum brown eyes. His voice was as smooth as silk and so clear you could hear every word he sang.

I really hoped we could go there again that night.

Excursion over, we were back on the ship and ready for departure. It had been a long day and knowing that I would need some energy to get through the night, I went to the cabin and took a nap until it was time for dinner.

It was just the three of us again for dinner. Relations between Mandy and her daughter had come to a head and Linda said she would enjoy the rest of the cruise alone. Unfortunately, she couldn’t move to another cabin, but Linda told her mother that she wouldn’t be joining us for meals, shows or excursions. She told Mandy that if she found herself a single man, with his own cabin, she would hesitate to move in with him, if he wanted her too. But if that failed, she would make sure she was in bed before her mother, so that she didn’t have to talk to her.

“That kinda screws things up plans for you then, doesn’t it?” asked Irene. I mean with Linda in the cabin before you, you could hardly take a man back there could you.” Mandy just scowled at Irene, who apologised, half laughing.

If you ask me, the whole business between Linda and Mandy was quite juvenile. Mandy had a nice husband, who would have laid his life down for her. Yet she chose to leave him for someone who drank heavily, disliked Linda and was only interested in watching sports. Mandy told me once that he had quite a long cock and a pair of balls that a bull would have been proud of. Linda didn’t like Ben, because he would try to catch a look at her as went in or out of the shower. She thought of him as creepy. Mandy turned a blind eye to Linda’s accusations.

I guess you could say that Mandy was now between a rock and hard place and was looking for yet another way out. This cruise, which was supposed to be for my benefit, was beginning to look more like a Mother and Daughter cat fight.

Mandy didn’t join us in the piano bar that evening. She said something about having to sort out getting money back for the excursions that Linda wasn’t going on. So Irene and I took seats at the side of the piano and Adam welcomed us like old friends.

He played some songs that he had played the night before. But he also played new ones. There was a song he played that almost had me in bits. It was a song called “On A Bus To St. Cloud”. The words of the song speak of a break up, just before things start to get interesting. But the words can also be taken ambiguously too. They could also be interpreted as be about a person who has lost someone to death. I had to leave the bar and gather myself together. I saw Adam’s face as I left.

He looked worried.

I mouthed, “Sorry,” and walked quickly out, aware that a lot of eyes were on me.

Irene, aware of what was happening, walked with me back to the cabin.

As I sat on the end of my bed, with Irene’s arms around me for comfort, I blubbered,

“Shit! Why did he have to play that song?”

Irene tightened her grip around my shoulders and said, comfortingly,

“He doesn’t know about you. He was just playing a song.”

“I know,” I replied through painful tears. “But he was looking right at me the whole time.”

“Maybe he likes you,” she replied. “You never know.”

Day 3.

We were at sea all day, so we three ladies decided to treat ourselves. We booked spa treatments and then spent the rest of the day sunbathing. Mandy had another argument with Linda, after Mandy had not only cancelled all of Linda’s excursions with us, but had stopped Linda from putting purchases on her credit card, forcing Linda to use her own card and money. I thought that was a little harsh and told Mandy, but she replied that it was about time that Linda took responsibilities for her actions.

As Linda and Mandy left the poolside to argue in private, Irene gave me a gentle dig in my ribs and nodded her to one side. Walking towards us, carrying a soft drink can, was Adam. I don’t think that he had seen us because he almost walked passed when Irene called out to him.

He turned and smiled, greeting us with, “Ladies! How are you today?”

I found myself blushing as I looked into his eyes. He looked at me and his smile faded to a look of concern.

“Did I do something to upset you, last night?” he asked.

“Would you like to sit down?” asked Irene. “Here you can use my sun-bed. I need the bathroom.”

He thanked Irene and sat next to me.

My heart was in my throat as he asked once again, what the matter was. So as hard as it was for me to explain, I told him the whole story about Glenn’s passing. His look was one of genuine concern and he apologised profusely. I told him that it was okay as he wasn’t to know.

The evening couldn’t come fast enough. I was so looking forward to seeing Adam’s show.

Irene was tired after all the sun and so went to bed early.

Mandy escort bayan gaziantep met me in the bar and we sat at the piano.

Adam was on good form. He used his music to lift the mood, bring it down. He could break your heart with love songs and made you laugh when he changed the words to other songs.

At one point he played a song called, “I Wanna Do It With You” and was looking straight at me while he sang. Mandy leaned over to me, while he was singing and whispered,

“I’d love to do it with him.”

I was actually annoyed at what she said, but didn’t show it. I was beginning to feel as though Adam was my own personal entertainer and she had to keep her hands off of him.

I went to sleep that night thinking about him, even though I hadn’t really spoken to him, apart from the conversation by the pool, earlier. I had no real idea of who he was, or anything about him.

Still, that didn’t stop me dreaming that we were on a deserted shore and he was playing a white grand piano, dressed in a loose fitting white shirt and slacks. The waves broke around his ankles as he played and sang and I sat on a stool in front of him. Like a scene from a movie, he got up from the piano and walked over to me. He picked me up off the stool and carried me to the shore line, He laid me on the damp sand and knelt over me. I could see the passion in his eyes. I could make out a rapidly growing lump in his white slacks. As I reached up to feel the lump, he lifted the hem of my dress up to my waist, revealing a pair of tiny white panties. I felt him caress my pussy through the thin material and it sent tiny shock waves throughout my body.

As I tried to open the buttons on his fly, he pressed his index finger against my clitoris and I exploded in an orgasm which seemed to rip through my body as a large wave crashed against the rocks.

I sat bolt upright in bed, eyes wide open…

DAY 4.

We were on our way in a bus around the greek island of Mykonos.

We visited churches and tiny fishing villages and ended the tour at a Greek cookie factory. It was all very nice, but my mind was elsewhere and Irene had noticed.

“You’ve been very quiet,” she said as we perused yet another postcard stand, in yet another gift shop.

“Just had stuff on my mind,” I replied.

“Glenn?”

I thought, should I lie or take her into my confidence?

“Promise you won’t tell a soul, especially Mandy, if I tell you?”

Irene nodded silently.

“It’s Adam,” I began.

“The piano player?” she asked.

I nodded. “I dreamed about him last night. An erotic dream. Irene, I’ve never had an erotic dream before, in my life.”

“Did you…you know…in your dream?” she asked, clearly not sure how to put the question.

“No,” I replied. “I woke up as he was giving me an orgasm!”

Irene smiled, slyly. “It wasn’t all bad then.” She dug her elbow, playfully into my ribs.

“For some reason, I can’t get him out of my mind,” I said.

She just looked at me, wide eyed, expecting me to say more.

“I know it’s stupid,” I continued. “We’re on holiday, he works on board and probably can’t even talk to me beyond working in the bar. When we leave the ship, I won’t ever see him again. But still he has had this affect on me.”

“It’s perfectly natural, Penny,” she replied.

“A man is paying you some attention for the first time in a long while. Your brain is just trying to it work it out. That’s why you had the dream. I shouldn’t worry about it.”

She was right, of course. But I still had butterflies in my stomach.

“For goodness sake, don’t tell Mandy. She thinks he has the hots for her. She’d blow her top if she thinks I’m competition.”

That night we all had dinner, but Irene had was very tired and retired to bed.

Mandy and I went to the bar to watch Adam perform.

He was as ever, in good voice and on form performing.

Mandy kept wriggling on her stool.

“What’s the matter with you? I asked, irritated.

“His voice just turns me on. I am damp,” she said with a sly smile.

Adam played three sets a night and Mandy wriggled through two of them. As he announced his break, she turned to me and said,

“I’m off to bed. I need to take care of this damp feeling.”

I walked her to the bar entrance, gave her hug and then went to the ladies room.

When I came back, I didn’t feel like sitting all by myself at the piano, so I sat at a table. Next to me, at another table, were a foreign couple, speaking in their own language and looking at me. The next thing I knew, the husband was standing next to me and asked if he and his wife could join me. They told me their names were Ole and Kari and that they came from Norway. They were a delightful couple and we had a nice conversation, while Adam tinkled and sang in the background.

As it was nearing the end of Adam’s performance, Ole and Kari said goodnight to me, gave me a hug and left me alone with Adam.

He announced that he was going to play his final song and informed everyone in the bar that the nightclub was open til late and that he would return at nine pm the following night. Then he started to sing “Easy” by The Commodores and moved seamlessly into “Three Times A Lady”. I’m afraid I was suddenly overwhelmed with memories of Glenn as it was his favourite song. I didn’t even look at Adam as I got up to leave and I hurried back to my stateroom.

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Basketball season began, and my free time dissipated like morning fog. I worked on my computer, I ran practices and I worked out to stay in shape.

I told myself that I was exercising so that I would be able to show the girls new drills without getting winded. But I was also hitting the free weights. After getting out of the shower one night, I found myself checking the mirror, hoping to see some muscle definition.

Was I working out to impress a younger woman?

Maybe, but we’d hardly seen enough other since the birthday party and certainly hadn’t had any heart-to-heart talks, or physical contact either.

Maybe it was just a one-time thing. She had this curiosity about me that she needed to satisfy, and now that she’d scratched that itch, she moving on someone more her age?

Maybe I was a letdown. Maybe she had some big fantasy about an older man, and I didn’t live up to it, and now she doesn’t want anything to do with me.

In the meantime, Heather was turning out to be a great assistant coach. Rather than focus on big things like running plays, devising a game plan and strategies, Heather had a real knack for the little things. She could see when a girl wasn’t cutting right off a screen, wasn’t getting her feet squared on a shot. She made little tweaks that were starting to pay off.

Lori and Kim were developing into real threats from long range. Autumn and Crystal weren’t going to scare teams from the three-point line, but they were both getting much better at foul shots.

I started spending more time down in the low post guarding Paige and Carrie.

The old coach used to have Paige trying to guard Carrie because she was the only one who could even come close to Carrie’s size. Still, at 5-foot-8, she was giving up 5 inches to the center.

I was almost the same height as Carrie and wider. She couldn’t just shoot over me or bull her way through me. I worked with her on developing some feints and moves. She was starting to develop some of her raw potential.

Our point guard Tessa didn’t really need much coaching. She proved to be very heady, our own coach on the floor. Mostly with her, it was about becoming even scrappier than she already was. Her petite size didn’t matter with the kind of effort she showed in games.

One day in the locker room before a game, I told the team, “There is no written bayan escort test you can take, no electronic sensors that can be hooked up to your body to tell the most important fact of all: how much you want to win. All the talent in the world is no good without desire.

“When I look around this room, what I see is nice talent, but even better, I see heart. You keep this up, and we’ll not only qualify for the playoffs, but make some noise in the conference tournament.”

Out on the floor, I gazed over the crowd. Since Paige’s birthday party, Ricky had become a fixture at all the games and had been to the house a couple of times like an old-fashioned courtship.

I tracked the faces, finding myself looking for Ricky because I knew that Paige would be looking, too.

To my surprise, Ricky was sitting with a very attractive young woman. And to my further surprise, it was Randi. When the recognition clicked in my brain, she smiled and gave me a wave. I’m sure a big, dopey expression crossed my face just then.

Randi hadn’t been coming to the games — maybe she was avoiding me, or maybe she was working too much to get time off. I didn’t care why at that moment — I was just happy to see her.

I knew going into this game that we were taking on the top team in the conference. This school was a private prep academy and had lots of private money feeding the program.

I had to get a commercial drivers license to handle the old school bus we used for away games. It was a bus so old that it had been retired from the daily transport of kids to and from school, but was supposed to be okay for us driving 30-40 miles to play ball (I kept waiting for it to break down on us).

The prep school had a fancy new bus that looked like it could say Greyhound down the side.

The prep girls even had matching backpacks with the school logo on them.

But fancy backpacks, buses and warm-up suits don’t win ball games, so I thought we had a good chance of winning.

The first quarter did its best to prove me wrong.

My girls came out a little timid and made some mental errors, looking very unsure. We were down seven by the end of the first period.

My pep talk didn’t do much good as we continued to fall further behind, trailing by 11 when the halftime buzzer sounded.

I looked up at escort bayan the stands on the way to the locker room. Some of our fans looked stunned, others appeared to have given up hope already. I could feel my forehead tensing up — I hated to see people quitting on us.

Then I saw Randi.

She was clapping, and when our eyes met, she yelled out, “Hey! We got this!”

That made me smile. As I was passing by some guys from the football team, I called out, “Get your heads up, boys. This ain’t over.”

The players immediately started hollering out to the girls and clapping their hands. It was just the kind of emotional boost the team needed going into the break.

My first move was to step into the coach’s office with Heather. We chatted for a moment about what we’d seen on the court, then I walked into the locker room.

“Alright, Dean Smith used to say that the best thing about freshmen is that they become sophomores. That was his way of saying that you make a lot of mistakes before you figure how to be productive.

“From that first half, I’d say we figured out all kinds of ways NOT to be productive, so let’s try something else.

“They’ve had us on the defensive too often, so let’s turn the tables. Let’s go with our 1-3-1 halfcourt trap off made baskets. Tessa is out front; she’ll funnel the dribbler toward the sidelines where Autumn and Lori will cut her off. Paige is in the middle, playing center field on any long passes, and Carrie is back protecting the rim.”

I could tell from the subdued expressions that they weren’t sold on the idea.

“Look, we’ve gotten some good looks that just haven’t gone in. Sometimes all you need is to take the lid off the basket.

“I guarantee you: we run these traps aggressively, we’ll force them into mistakes. Then we grab those turnovers and run up the floor for some easy baskets. After that, the rim will seem twice as big when you shoot.”

After a couple more comments from me, my assistant came forward to pump the girls up before we went back out.

Some of the fans cheered when the team came out, but not enough for my taste, so I swung by the student section and held out my hand as I jogged past. The guys began high-fiving me one after another, getting them more wound up as I went. When the girls went through their layup bayan escort gaziantep drills, I could see a little more bounce in their steps.

I felt like one more nudge might be needed, and I felt like saying something to my daughter. But my gut told me that wasn’t the right girl. Just before the second half started, I pulled Tessa aside for a quick word.

“Tessa, some of these girls are playing scared. I’ve never seen you scared of anyone. Go out there and lead by example. Show these pampered private-school brats what an old-fashioned butt-kicking feels like.”

My point guard, who always had such a determined expression during games, broke into a grin.

“Sure thing, Coach.”

Then she did it. She simply went out there and willed her teammates to follow her example.

Tessa hustled all over the floor. The smallest player harassed dribblers with her most tenacious defense. One time a player saw Tessa running at her and promptly let the ball bounce off the side of her shoe and out of bounds. Another girl got so scared she would lose the ball that she picked it up before she could stop her momentum and was called for traveling.

And her energy became contagious.

When I subbed in Kim and Crystal, Lori stopped in front of me on the way to the bench.

“You were right, Coach. That rim looks like a hula hoop right now.”

“Well then don’t take too long catching your breath. I’m sending you right back in there.”

The 11-point deficit shrunk to four by the end of the third quarter. Then we took the lead just a couple of minutes into the fourth.

The prep school girls were starting to argue and point fingers after every mistake.

“You were supposed to break to the left,” one fussed after her pass went into the stands.

“Who’s girl is that?” demanded a defender after Kim got free for a three-pointer.

Once we got the lead, some of the girls might have slacked off, but not with Tessa around. She kept her throttle wide open the rest of the way, and we won by eight points.

The crowd went nuts at the final buzzer, and I couldn’t help but beam with pride.

In the stands, the students were jumping up and down, so it was hard to spot Randi, but when I finally saw her, she was pumping her arms in the air. When her eyes found mine, I hoped she would blow me a kiss.

That was ridiculous. Such an open show of affection would surely be spotted by someone, and I would be raked over the coals about my potential relationship with a student — albeit a legal adult.

She didn’t send me any kiss, but there did seem to be some gravity in our locked eyes, and I felt warm and gooey inside.

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Right on cue at eleven fifty, Nikki’s phone rings. Her partner in crime asking “are you ready for lunch?” This way they both have time to finish what they were working on and meet at the elevators for the lunch hour. Nikki laughs, then answers her phone because she “knows who it is and is ready.” She answers the phone smiling “Palm Beach Financial, Nikki speaking, how may I help you?”

“Are you ready for lunch?” her best friend and partner in crime asks.

“Yes,” I’m ready, I will meet you at the elevators in ten minutes,” Nikki said before hanging up the phone. This way both girls clean up their desk, then meet at the elevators right at twelve o’clock so they can head down to the café on the first floor for lunch together. Who could ask for anything more than to work with your best friend?

Walking into the cafe on the first floor, they grabbed their lunch and then look for an empty table. For some reason, it took a little longer than normal. Most likely due to the upcoming Christmas party being held The Breakers and formal attire required this year. The Women were wearing Long gowns and men in black tie tuxes. Everyone is talking about “if they are going, what are they wearing, what big clients or famous people were going to show this year.

As the “top financial agency” in Palm Beach, Florida, their clients are some of the top business names around and a few famous people. There is “always” some big names that show up for the Christmas party that only seems to show up “once a year” for the party. Palm Beach is “always” a popular place during the holidays. The warm weather in South Florida normal temperatures are a mild eighty-five degree, and for the beach-goers, the water is about seventy-eight degrees, “perfect bath water.”

“Please tell me you are going to show up to the Christmas party on Saturday?” You “always” seem to find a way to get out of “not going” to these things Amy said

I “don’t know. Besides, I don’t have anything to wear that is formal for this year’s party. This isn’t just a nice dinner party kind of dress.” I know I do well off here, but I don’t have the extra money to buy a dress that I will probably never wear again.” I just had to give my parents money for a new roof. It took all I had in savings. It seems like anytime I “get ahead” someone in my family calls asking for money.

“Why?” do you give them the money. “You are not their banker.” Besides, has “anyone ever paid you back?” a penny of what they have borrowed?” Amy said.

“No,’ but how do you expect your parents to pay back what they borrowed? I mean they struggled to put me through college, the least I could do is give them the money when they ask for it Nikki said between bites.

“OK,” I get it, you “don’t expect your parents to pay them back the money, but what about the rest of your family? You are not required to give your siblings or anyone else in your family any money.” Look at it this way Amy says, if you don’t have the money to lose because they aren’t going to pay you back, then you shouldn’t give it to them. When my family calls asking for money, If I can’t afford to get the money back, then I tell them no. Yes, it will make them mad at me, but I “don’t care.”

I mean if there is nothing “medically wrong or life and death” that they need money, then “don’t” give it to them. They can work hard and “save up” just as “you do.” You don’t “owe” them anything. Really, you “don’t owe” your parents anything either, but I “do understand why” you give your parents money.

Well, “if” I can find a gown “reasonably priced,” then yes I will go to the party, but “if not” then I won’t be going,” Nikki said.

Fine, “what time do you want me to pick you up?” in the morning to go dress shopping Amy asked.

Nikki sighed and said how about nine o’clock. We can stop and get coffee “before” we start the

the agony of dress shopping.”

Next thing they know someone slid into the chair next to Amy. They both looked over to see their co-worker Jason sitting there with a smile on his face.

“What are you smiling about?” Nikki asked.

Well, are you going to the party tomorrow night?” he asked them. Jason had the “biggest crush” on Amy, but she either “didn’t care or didn’t know” that he liked her. She “always” just shrugged it off when someone said something to her about it. It might be the fact they work together and sometimes that is a “hard-line” to cross.

“None the less,” Amy just smiled at him and said “yes I am” while looking at Nikki.

What about you Nikki? “Are you are going too?” he asked.

I don’t know” I “don’t have” a dress. I was telling Amy I “might not” go, but she’s “determined” to get me to go,” Nikki said.

“Well, I think you “should go. It will be fun.” I heard “Ryan Jones would be there,” he said. He knew that Nikki “had the hots for the man” and maybe that would help “change her mind.”

Oh, that’s “nice,” she said trying not to smile, but again, “if I can’t find a dress at a reasonable price, then I won’t be going,” she said.

Amy spoke escort gaziantep bayan up and said they were meeting in the morning to go dress shopping.

Jason smiled at Amy and said, “that’s nice, but I think I can help with this problem. My sister Denise owns The Gala in Palm Beach. I’ll call her and tell her to hook you up.” Let me call her right now, then he pulled his phone out of his pocket and started dialing.

Hey, how’s it going, “I need a favor?” he said to his sister smiling. Remember when I told you our Christmas party this year is at “The Breakers and its formal attire,” Well, I have a “good friend” I work with that “needs a dress last-minute.” If she came by the shop tomorrow morning, could you “hook her up?” I mean give her the “full treatment,” he said. “Yes, I mean everything.” “Thanks,” he said, hung up, and slid his phone back in his pocket.

The girls just looked at each other “in shock” that he just did that for Nikki.

“Your all set,” he said smiling. “Do you know where The Gala is?” he asked?

“Yes,” they both said at the same time.

OK, then be there at nine-thirty tomorrow morning and my sister Denise will “take care of you” with “everything you will need” for the party. Jason then stood up and walked away. As he was leaving, he said I would see you “both” tomorrow night.

“Oh my god, what just happened?” I mean I know he has “a thing for you,” but why is he going “out of his way to help me?” Nikki asked

He’s just Jason is “just that type of guy.” So, I will be at your place at nine o’clock tomorrow morning. Make sure you “get some rest” tonight because we are going to take full “advantage of shopping at The Gala,” Amy said as she stood up to empty her tray.

Hopefully, she has a “sales rack, because I can’t afford a high-priced dress just to wear for one night,” Nikki said standing up too.

Look, you “heard him tell his sister to take care of you,” so I’m sure she will “give you a good deal.” I still need something nice to wear under my dress and shoes. So get ready to “shop till we drop” tomorrow Amy said laughing.

So we shop all day, and then I’m “dog tired” for the party. “Great, just great,” Nikki said laughing.

They both rode the elevator back up to their floor, then went their separate ways.

Nikki didn’t hear anything else from Amy until the next morning. Right at nine o’clock, there was a knock at her door. When she opened it, there stood Amy with two cups of coffees in her hand.

Nikki grabbed her keys, phone, and purse locking her door behind her.

I hope she gives me an “excellent deal, remember I don’t have a lot to spend” on this party Nikki reminded her friend.

“Relax and have fun.” When will you get to try on dresses like this” her friend said as she drove across the bridge into Palm Beach? “How often does this get to happen?” Amy asked.

When they pulled in front of “The Gala,” it was nine twenty-five. After getting out of the car and went to the door, Jason’s sister Denise was unlocking the door to let them in the right at nine-thirty.

“Good morning ladies, “you must be Nikki and Amy” that Jason told me about?” My name is Denise, and I will take “special care of you” today. “Please follow me,” she said as she had already turned around and was walking away.

“Oh Nikki, look at how beautiful these dresses are. I know we will find something for you here” Amy said as they stopped walking when Denis stopped walking.

Ok, “which one of you is Nikki?” Denise asked.

Nikki raised her hand saying “I am.”

Ok, Denise said as she stood there looking at her as she walked around her in a circle. “Well, you look you are a size nine, what five in half feet tall, and about forty-eight DD?” she asked.

Nikki looked “shocked asking how she knew that?” I mean yes that sounds about right.

Honey, “I sure hope I can look at you and tell your size, I mean I do do this for a living,” she said laughing. So tell me, “what are your favorite colors or color you want to wear and what style dress are you looking for?” Denise asked.

My “favorite color is blue, but it’s not very Christmassy, so I guess maybe something in red, but straight not flared, and I have never liked strapless dresses” for obvious reasons Nikki said while pointing to the area of her “large breasts.”

Ok, you ladies “look around and see if there is anything that catches your eye,” while I check in the back Denise said as she walked towards the open doorway.

Jason knew what he “was doing” when he called his sister to help Nikki. He knew that she had “designed a dress, but was”scared to put it out on the sales floor. So why not kill two birds with one stone he must have thought.

Nikki had “found” a few dresses, but after seeing the price, she changed her mind and hung them back on the rack. She wasn’t finding anything that she thought was a “reasonable price,” but she kept looking.

Amy knew she had found a few dresses she liked, but gaziantep escort cim cif bayan when she saw the price tags, she changed her mind. You mean to tell me “you haven’t found one single dress you liked?” she asked.

“Fine, yes I have found a few that I liked, but look at the price tags, I can’t spend that much money on a dress. I just can’t” Nikki said.

So, “yesterday” at lunch, “why did Jason tell you Ryan Jones would be” at our Christmas party?” Amy asked.

Nikki started to blush as soon as she “heard the name “Ryan Jones.” I don’t know why he said that she said smiling.

“Wait a minute, why is your face turning red?” Amy said laughing. “Oh my god,” she says, you have the “hots for him, don’t you?” How come “he knows, and I don’t?” I mean “I am still your best friend?” aren’t I. Shouldn’t I know this kind of stuff?

Laughing Nikki says it was “only by accident.” One time when he was leaving Jason’s office, I saw them, and Jason caught on “pretty fast” from the look on my face. He tells me whenever he comes around is all.

Denise comes out of the back room holding a “red dress.” Here we go, I think this one will be perfect for you. It hasn’t even been put on the floor yet she said. It’s “brand new” to the shop, I know you said you did not like strapless, but I think you would look good in this one. At least try it on she begged.

Fine, I will try it on, but “how much?” is it she asked.

We can talk price “after you try it on and if you like it,” she said.

OK, fine, Nikki said as she took the dress from Denise, then went into the dressing room. After putting the dress on, she stood looking in the mirror. She was “shocked” to see that the person in the mirror did not look like her at all. She liked the way she looked in the dress and the way it felt on her. It fitted good in all the right places. She was just worried about the price. Was it going to be too much? She did like and want this dress now. She didn’t know what she would do if Denise said the price and it was too expensive.

A few minutes later, she came out of the dressing room wearing the dress. Both Denise and Amy let out a “loud” gasp. Neither one of them could believe “how good” she looked in it.

“Oh my, look at you, you look “stunning” in that dresses. You “have to get it,” Amy said. Whatever the price is, “don’t” let the price affect how much you “like it.” I will put in on my credit card if I have to, but you “have to get it” Amy said

She is “right,” Denise said, “you are stunning” in it. “Please” tell me you will take it?

“First, you have to tell me “how much?” With “my luck,” it will be “too much” for me and I “actually do” like this dress. It fits me “good,” she said.

“Oh my god, you do like it,” Denise asked very “happily.”

“Yes, I do like it, but whats the price?” she asked again. I “still need” shoes and something to wear under it Nikki said.

“Here’s the deal if you wear this dress tonight. If you allow Jason to take a few pictures in front of the Christmas Tree, allow them me to put them on my web page, and tell everyone where you got this dress from, the dress, shoes, bra, and panties are yours free. I will even cover your hair and makeup” Denise said. Call it “free advertising,” she said.

Nikki and Amy just looked at each other in “shock” not believing what Denise had just “offered her.”

“Wait a minute, there is no charge for the dress, shoes, bra, and panties, including hair and make up for me to allow Jason to take a few pictures in front of the Christmas Tree, allow them me to put them on your web page, and tell everyone where you got this dress?” Nikki said.

“Yes, that exactly what I am saying. See here’s the thing about this dress. I didn’t just get this dress in, I designed it and made it myself. I have just been too nervous to put it out on display, but when my brother called yesterday asking for my help, and I saw you this morning, I just knew you were perfect for it.”

Both women looked at each other then Amy said wait a minute, you “designed and made this dress?”

“Yes, I was never sure of myself.” Guess you can say my brother is “looking out for me.” He knew I had this dress, so I guess he was my “shove to do this.” I “want to help you,” Nikki, so “why” don’t we help each other?” Denise asked nervously.

Ok, “I’ll do it,” Nikki said smiling. Guess “I’m going to the Christmas party after all,” she said to Amy that looked happy to hear her say “yes” she was going.

Just wait, “I know you are going to turn every guy’s head” at the party, “especially Ryan’s, he won’t be able to walk away from you. You might walk out of this party a happy woman” Amy said laughing.

Give me a minute, and I will call to set up your makeup and hair while you ladies pick out shoes, bra, panties. And whatever else you might need. I want her looking and feeling “her best” tonight Denise said.

Amy heard her phone buzz alerting her of a text. When she looked at cinsel bilgiler her phone, she saw it was from Jason.

Jason: Well, did my sister hook her up or what?

Amy: Oh my god, did she ever hook her up, she will look fantastic tonight. Wait till you see her.

Jason: That’s great, I can’t wait to see both you of you. So did she pick out a dress or is she wearing the one my sister made?

Amy: The one, your sister, made. Your sister is amazing. She is even going to cover hair and make up for her because she is going to wear the dress tonight and let her post a picture of her on her website. She needs you to take some perfect photos of her in front of the Christmas Tree and send them to her.

Jason: Great, I look forward to seeing you all tonight. Especially you. {emoji smile, emoji smile, emoji smile}

Amy: Thanks! {emoji smile}

Jason: Make sure you save me a dance or two tonight.

Amy: I will “ave you three for doing this. You do know that she wasn’t going to go tonight because she didn’t have money to buy a dress. She just gave her parents what she had saved for a new roof {emoji frown}

Amy: Oh so, I asked Nikki why you mentioned Ryan Jones, and she finally told me she had the hots for him. You should introduce them tonight. Let her evening ended with a bang.

Jason: I already planned on it. Besides, last time he was in to see me he, asked about her, I didn’t tell her. Didn’t want her to freak out or anything.

Amy: Our secret then, later

Jason: Later

“What are you up to over there?” Nikki said.

“Nothing, nothing at all.” Jason just texted to make sure his sister was “taking care of you.” You have “all the luck in the world. I’m almost jealous of you,” she said.

“Believe me; there’s nothing to be jealous about,” Nikki said.

Denise walked back in the room and handed a piece of paper to Nikki. Here is the address where to go for your hair and makeup, I told them to take care of both of you ladies.

“Remember,” have Jason “take your pictures of you in front of a Christmas Tree” and send them to me. Tell him it’s for my “website” and if anyone asked where you got it from telling them that it was “custom made from The Gala” she said. Then she handed the dress she had put in a bag along with a bag that contained her shoes, bra, and panties she had picked out, even what Amy had picked out.

Denise gave them both a hug, then hurried them out the door, so they could get their hair and makeup done. Denise knew that Nikki would look even more gorgeous once her hair and makeup are done.

Amy drove to the address Denise gave Nikki. Neither one of them could believe that Denise was covering hair and make up for both of them. They needed to find a way to pay her back for her kindness somehow. Something more then just Nikki taking pictures for her. The girls walked in and gave their names, and they were off for some pampering.

When they were both done, they looked at each other and couldn’t believe how “different” they looked. Both looked like “different people.” They both felt “pretty and was extremely happy.” All that was left was for them to get dressed. Neither women knew “how good” their night was going to end.

Amy stopped at her place to grab her dress and shoes for the night; then they headed back Nikki’s to get dressed.

Once they dressed and met in the living room, they “couldn’t believe how good they looked. They looked like they both were from Palm Beach. They would fit right in for the night.”

“Oh my god, Nikki look at you! You look amazing.” Just like I told you-you would.

Nikki smiled and said, “thank you,” I think I look good in this dress. It’s all “thanks to Denise, and I guess Jason too” beings he “hooked us up” with his sister.

You look “perfect” too Nikki said to her best friend. That Green dress looks really “good” on you. Jason won’t be able to “stop looking at you.”

“Thanks,” Amy said. Now, do you want to “drive or take the car service?” Let’s use the car service; then we don’t have to worry about having “too much” to drink and then drive home.

Car service “it is,” Nikki said as she pulled out her phone to order the car. The car will be here in five minutes; we should get our things and head downstairs, so we are out front when it gets here.

Ok, but first let’s “take some pictures” in front of your tree before we go Amy said as she pulled out her phone. Amy took pictures of Nikki, Nikki took pictures of Amy, and then they made some selfies. Amy sent a couple to Jason and telling him they would be leaving Nikki’s in about five minutes. Then they both headed downstairs to find the driver waiting for them.

The driver got out and walked around to open the door for them. With a low whistle, he said well, don’t you ladies look lovely tonight. “Must be a big night?” he said as he opened the door for them. Amy slid in first, and Nikki followed. The driver shut the door, then hurried back around, and climbed in behind the wheel. You ladies are going to “The Breakers” he confirmed as he pulled away from the curb.

“Yes” please Nikki said smiling.

When they pulled up in front of “The Breakers,” two valets opened the door, one on each side for the car. Both guys gave a low whistle also and complemented both women on how beautiful they looked. Then told them to enjoy their evening as they closed the car door and the car pulled away.

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The loud alarm awoke Stephen from his deep sleep where he had been dreaming of his encounter with Darcy the night before. It was a mild, yet cooler, Friday morning and Stephen could not stop thinking about her. It was just 5:30, but Stephen had a busy day ahead of him. Walking towards the bedroom window to catch a glimpse of the breaking of a new day, Stephen headed to the bathroom to take a long and much-anticipated shower. He undressed as he stepped into the shower to enjoy the warmth of the water on his skin and his growing erection.

Stephen tried to muffle his moans as he stroked his swollen cock, remembering Darcy’s tight pussy from the night before, wishing she were there with him now. Stephen’s mind wandered, imagining his head buried deep between Darcy’s legs while she rested on the edge of the tub with the water cascading over her swollen clit. Using the hand shower, Stephen directed the warm spray directly onto her swollen clit while his tongue started to explore her glorious, velvety smooth pussy. He then proceeded to stick his thick finger, into her tight fuck hole, which made him moan even louder. Fortunately, Alexia was already in the kitchen getting ready for her day so his sounds went unnoticed. Finally, with one last stroke of his cock, he released his hot creamy cum as Darcy reached orgasm, her body quivering uncontrollably from the touch of his tongue and lips. Back to reality, Stephen finished his shower and knew if he did not see Darcy soon, it would drive him insane.

Stephen picked out his usual Valentino suit and matching dress shoes as well as his navy blue and black tie as he dressed for the day. He made his way downstairs and grabbed a quick bite to eat along with his coffee before heading out the door. He had already choreographed a plan to get Darcy back in his home where, the two of them would fuck for hours. Stephen hopped into his navy blue Range Rover Sport, and headed to work for an important meeting with a merger client. He glanced at his Rolex, and saw it was 9 am; throwing caution to the wind, he gave Darcy a call.

Darcy awoke to thoughts of Stephen tonguing her shaved, silky pussy the day before. She was beginning to get aroused at the idea of meeting him again so they could continue where they had left off. Darcy was startled back into reality when her phone rang. Answering it, she heard Stephen’s voice.

“Darcy; Hi, its Stephen. I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“No, no. I am just laying in bed,” she replied with a smile on her face.

Stephen had about an hour to kill, so he decided to take the long route to work. His plan was to extend his conversation with Darcy with the hopes of making her cum.

“Perfect, how long have you been awake?”

“About an hour and to be honest, I woke up feeling extremely horny.”

“Oh yeah? Hmm, well I think I could most certainly help you with that.”

“Is that so, well Sir, do tell, how exactly you are going to make me cum this morning,” Darcy replied.

“Good gaziantep ateşli escort bayan girl, I want you to take off your thong, right now,” he said demandingly.

Darcy did as she was told. She loved seeing a new, dominant side of Stephen that she had not seen before.

“It is off Sir. Now what do you want me to do?” she asked innocently.

“Mmm, that a girl. Now take your fingers and place them on the outside of your silky smooth pussy lips for me. Start caressing your pussy, and make yourself squirm, imagining me doing those things to you right now,” he said, in a seductive tone.

Darcy obeyed his command, and began sliding her fingers along the outside of her now swollen pussy lips. She then began to slowly slide her index and middle fingers into her pussy. She could feel how hot and wet she was getting for him.

“Mmm, oh fuck baby, my pussy feels so good,” she said.

“That’s it baby; now fuck your pussy for me. Oh god, you sound so fucking hot, you’re making my cock rock hard with your moans,” he said seductively.

“Oh Yes, Oh Yes, mmmm fuck, ugh yes, Oh baby, I’m going to cum. Ohhhh Yesss, mmmm fuck,” she said, as she collapsed into her bed.

“Mmm babe, if you keep moaning like that I’ll ditch work and come fuck your tight little pussy for hours,” Stephen said with excitement.

Darcy had just had the best orgasm ever, and she didn’t even have to use her one of her many toys; just the powerful voice of Stephen Hazelwood had done the trick.

“Oh baby, that was so amazing, it felt so powerful and intense,” she replied happily.

“I want you to do me a favor,” he said demandingly.

Darcy answered with anticipation in her voice, “Sure, whatever you want, Sir.”

“Dress yourself like you’re going to the beach, and wear your sluttiest bikini for me. Bring a change of clothes, so nothing looks suspicious with the kids, and drive over to my house at 3 o’clock; I’ll meet you there.”

“Three it is; see you then, Stephen.”

Just as Stephen had asked, Darcy found her sluttiest bikini – a maroon Victoria’s Secret bikini, which flaunted her perky 38D tits quite nicely and accentuated her tight, athletic body. After putting it on, Darcy examined her impressive figure in a full-length mirror. She finished preparing herself for Stephen by putting her hair into two braids and donning a modest cover-up so her parents wouldn’t question her as she left the house. Darcy grabbed her keys and she was out the door. Stopping by In-N-Out to grab some lunch, she headed over to Stephen’s place. Before she knew it, it was already 2:45, so she had to hurry. Darcy pulled into the driveway and noticed Stephen’s Range Rover was already parked in the driveway.

“Shit,” she thought to herself, “he must be wondering what the hell is taking me so long.”

Darcy made her way, to the front of the door, rang the doorbell and waited very anxiously for bakımlı escort gaziantep Stephen to appear.

“Darcy!” he said very excitingly and happily as he reached out to give her a full body hug.

“Stephen!” she replied happily.

This man was drop dead gorgeous. His crystal blue eyes could instantly make any girl weak in the knees. Not to mention, his wavy, short blonde hair and amazing smile.

“Come in, gorgeous.” Stephen said. Darcy blushed and entered the house. He held her hand and proceeded to show her the outdoor pool in the backyard.

“Oh my god, your pool is absolutely stunning,” Darcy exclaimed, “May I?” she asked with a mischievous smirk on her face as she pointed to the pool.

“By all means, babe,” Stephen replied, “Jump right in.”

Darcy removed her cover up ever so slowly to tease Stephen, finally revealing her tight body, before she stepped into the slightly warm water.

“Come on in, the water feels amazing!” she shouted.

“Oh babe, you know I will,” Stephen responded as he removed his shirt to reveal his light blue Ralph Lauren swim trunks.

Stephen slowly entered the pool, and swam up next to Darcy. He started to kiss her passionately and whispered into her ear, “I love your swimsuit, babe.”

“Why thank you, Sir;” Darcy said playfully, “I picked it out especially for you.” Darcy’s moved closer to Stephen and began to kiss him passionately while slowly sliding her hand under his swim trunks to pull out his already rock hard cock.

Stephen, not wanting to fall behind, unclasped Darcy’s swimsuit top, to reveal her beautiful breasts. Her nipples, already swollen and hard, were practically begging for his mouth to be around them. Stephen’s placed his strong hands on her juicy melons guiding one of them into his mouth. He began to suck slowly, taking time to swirl his tongue around her rock hard nipples, making her moan ever so slightly. Stephen increased his intensity as he sucked Darcy’s nipples harder and faster while his fingers slowly slipped off the rest of her bikini. Stephen guided Darcy to the edge of the pool, gently sitting her on to the top pool step so his head was level with her wet pussy. He let Darcy rest here as he slowly began to licking her pussy, swirling his tongue all over her swollen and soaking wet clit. Stephen’s tongue darted in and out of Darcy’s pussy, faster and deeper into her tight fuck hole, until Darcy body began to quiver, and as her she experienced her second orgasm of the day. Her hot pussy juices flowed into Stephen’s mouth and dribbled down his chin as he licked Darcy clean.

“Oh baby, you know exactly how to tongue fuck my pussy,” she said excitingly.

“Mmm, you taste so delicious, Darcy. I’ve been waiting to taste your pussy all day,” Stephen replied.

Stephen then slipped off his swim trunks and his rock hard cock sprang up towards Darcy’s dripping wet cunt. He pulled Darcy gaziantep bayan escort towards him as his 9-inch shaft disappeared inch by inch into her soaking wet pussy. Darcy began to moan even louder than before; her soaking wet pussy extremely tight, just the way Stephen liked it. He increased his rhythm, fucking Darcy harder and faster. Darcy was on the verge of another orgasm until Stephen stopped and pulled his cock from her pussy. Giving Darcy a reassuring smile, Stephen gently lifted her up, turned her around so her knees were on the top step with

her elbows on the pool edge, and began to pound her tight pussy from behind. Darcy held on to the edge of the pool, as Stephen pounded her tight cunt with his thick cock deeper and faster. Stephen was close to reaching an orgasm. Stephen screamed, “I’m cumming, babe,” as he released his load of hot and creamy cum deep inside Darcy’s pussy. Feeling Stephens cock get even larger at the point of his orgasm sent Darcy’s body into a spasm that ended in another tremendous orgasm for her as well. Stephen held onto Darcy’s hips as he pulled back slightly to allow his cock to be spit out by her tight pussy, followed by his oozing cum which dripped down the back of Darcy’s legs. Darcy gave Stephen a devilish look, turned around, and kissed him hard on his lips. Stephen grabbed her ass, and in the process, squeezed it hard.

Stephen and Darcy both got out of the pool, and she grabbed her towel and proceeded to get dressed. Stephen grabbed his swim trunks and his towel and started to dry himself off. The two of them headed back inside and Stephen headed upstairs to take his shower. Darcy glanced at her Tag Heuer watch, and realized it was almost 4 o’clock!

Darcy, quickly hopped into the guest bathroom and took a body shower to rinse off the chlorine and Stephen’s cum from her body. She didn’t want Alexia to notice the familiar smell of Stephen’s sex on her and get suspicious. After changing clothes, Darcy walked downstairs to make the boys an early dinner. Today she decided to make them a BLT with French fries. Darcy heard the two boys racing from the front door and into the kitchen. Both Ethan and Cody greeted Darcy and their father who was right behind them to swoop them off their little feet to give them each a kiss on their foreheads. Darcy and Stephen both gave each other a reassuring, yet mischievous look.

Darcy served the boys their dinner and sat down next to them while Stephen was infatuated with Darcy’s beauty once again. Her dark brunette hair and her captivating hazel green eyes, made him melt almost instantaneously. Her soft and supple olive complexion, gave her an almost goddess like appearance. Stephen always had a love for Iranian women. Their dark hair and dark features, not to mention their ravishing beauty that he adored which is why he was particularly excited for Darcy to become his children’s nanny. It was almost a dream come true for Stephen. When Darcy was hired, he knew he could fuck her for days on end, behind his wife’s back, and she would be completely clueless about it. Alexia was always tired after the long shifts in the ER and when they did have sex, it was quick, only to let Stephen cum inside her to fulfill her wifely deed. The romance and excitement was absent in their sex lives and Stephen knew he had found a special person whom he was going to make passionate love to for a long time.

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Dedicated to a special guy, in Cleveland…

This is another true story… At least, it was totally real for Todd. Bet you wish you could work with him, too? Huh?

I started at Piper and Associates in July. I loved my previous job at Mulligan, where the salary and conditions were superior and so I was nearly devastated when my position was eliminated in a series of cost cutting measures. I could not imagine that my new position at Piper would ever match the benefits I had previously had at Mulligan.

I met nearly everyone the first week on the job and was really impressed with the friendliness of everyone at Piper. I was soon assigned to the Northeast Division with Jack, Martin, Joe and Todd. Martina Smith was our project coordinator. All were real prime lookers, but Todd had a certain something extra that captured my attention. It might be his real deep voice? It made me fantasize about what he would sound like with his tongue buried, deep between my legs. Yummy. He made my insides jiggle every time he said anything. Sex, pure sexual arousal radiated from every pore in his extra lean body.

Maybe what intrigued me was his chocolate brown eyes or his chocolate brown hair with the bit of gray at the temples? He had a wonderful head of dark brown hair (the kind of hair you yearned to run your fingers through, thick but very soft).Yeah, maybe that was what excited me so much.

Todd was kind of on the thin side (physique wise), but tall and broad shouldered, and he had a wonderfully dry sense of humor. Yeah, maybe that was what excited me so much. The image, in my mind, of his equally thin, but very long cock hiding in his trousers. Was it bullet shaped? Or did he have a thick shaft and a bulbous helmet on top? Ah, the possibilities that filled my head knowing his cubicle was only fifteen feet away from my own.

Darn and drat! It was just too bad that we had to work together because even at Piper interoffice dating was frowned upon although NOT a prerequisite of termination. But he is sooooooooooo gorgeous and Todd figured prominently in my bedtime masturbation rituals. I wondered what he wore to bed? What part of my body he would kiss first, once I got him between the sheets. Was he a breast and tits man? Did he like to give oral pleasures?? Or was he one of these guys who wasn’t into oral, but rather liked to slip their well lubed cocks right inside and then proceed to slowly (ever so slowly) slide their battering ram in and out for a long ten, twenty, forty minutes until your pussy was dredged in wetness. I did not know what Todd’s particular sexual style was, but Boy, was I game to find out.

Of course, as I was inevitably to find out, Todd did not lead the exciting kind of life that I imagined (well, with that body I could imagine the girls throwing themselves at his luscious bod). He was, in fact, a bit of a homebody. A single father of teenagers and totally devoted to his brood, his life was a social pretzel that involved car pools, baseball practices, soccer games, and a confusing schedule of pickups from after school jobs and deliveries to orthodontic appointments. Todd’s desk and vocabulary were liberally sprinkled with the events of his children’s lives. He never mentioned the status of a wife, I only know there wasn’t one handy.

The one thing I was completely sure of. There was no time left in Todd’s busy life for dating or relationships. It seems to me that Todd did not even recognize the loss in his life. I wondered if he spent his evenings with the ol’ one-handed masseuse. Or maybe he was celibate by choice, being one of those dudes with an especially low sex drive? I wondered if he would just love for me to sneak into his bedroom, crawl up from the bottom of his bed, under the top sheet and slide up between his legs to the heart of his arousal. I would love to grasp his flaccid shaft and lick it, and rub my wet lips around the head of his dick until it filled and stiffened and I heard him moan in his dreams. Yummy, I know I would love to suck on his lollipop until I reached the juicy center. Oh, I would love to try out that sweet Todd. I bet he does taste yummy. I sure wished I could squeeze some time into his affections, somewhere.

By September, I was all settled in and very comfortable at Piper and Associates and being groomed to assume more responsibilities. When our project manager Mr. Shauffner suggested that I was ready to make a ‘road trip’, that is, a sales trip to visit and reassure our clients that Piper was doing everything in our power to uphold their interests and to bring them increased revenues. Normally, Martina and Joe were assigned to make the majority of our client meetings, but it was time for me to assume some of that workload. And, Boy, was I ever ready to.

From the beginning, my assigned partner in training was Jack (yeah, slothly Jack with the mental maturity of a fourteen-year-old boy and the toilet bowl sense of humor). But Jack did not really care to travel and, incidentally, he had escort antep a difficult time keeping up with our client’s demands (that is, he didn’t smile very well when they made outrageous suggestions). At the last minute, Mr. Shauffner drafted Todd to join me on the business trip to Boston. I was thrilled. First, I knew Todd could handle it better than Jack. But, secondly, I was already thinking this might be an opportunity for Todd and I to get to know each other a whole lot better. Yeah, this was going to be a really great opportunity.

We arrived at the hotel an hour after our plane landed in Boston. The hotel was a quaint, very old fashioned brick hotel that had been erected in the last century. But there were not very many choices of lodgings available in Boston that weekend; as the big computer tech convention had been scheduled the same weekend as Harvard and MIT had their perspective students introduction to entice parents to enroll their babes in their prestigious programs.

When we arrived at the Dalton Inn and found our reservations completely screwed up (and I do mean royally screwed up) and that the hotel had booked Todd and I into the same room. Well, that might be because I do have a boy’s first name and they may have thought we were two business ‘men’ traveling, rather than a business man and woman. But there was no alternative they could offer us, since every single room was booked in their establishment as well as all the hotels in the immediate area of our client’s offices. I stood paralyzed, wondering what I would do? But Todd reassured the concierge that we were adults and could handle being roommates for the weekend and that we had no problem with this snafu, whatsoever.

Well, I was not so sure I had no problem rooming with Todd, but it incensed me that he had no problem. He, obviously, figured there could be no sexual indiscretions with ME!! Well, I was just so insulted by his easy dismissal of my erotic possibilities. The nerve of that man!

After quickly stowing our luggage in ‘our’ room. We decided dinner (and a glass of wine or two for me) was clearly in order before we climbed into our beds. Todd changes into skin hugging blank slacks and a tight black turtleneck sweater. God, he looked so sexy with his lean physique. I could not help noticing his muscular chest and shoulders under the knit of his sweater. And, wowzers, below the belt! It sure looked like he managed a nice arousal in the elevator on the way down to the ground floor. If not, he had some kind of wonderful private equipment hiding ( but not hiding very well) behind his zipper.

What was his private name for his member? I knew every man had a personal name for his penis. Just like that appendage was a separate individual with a separate personality and a separate mind of its own. I guess it is a guy thang? And, indeed, I have met a few cocks that bore little resemblance to the man processed them! I wondered if this was the case with Todd? His personality seemed reserved. I had already seen that his cock seemed quite animated. I was really beginning to speculate on the coming ‘evening’.

We headed for the restaurant that the concierge recommended called Oleana, which turned be one of the best-regarded Italian restaurants in Boston. It was a small, romantic café with a wonderful Mediterranean atmosphere. The romance may not have been lost on Todd, as his demeanor softened and he seemed to hang on every word that I said during dinner.

Dinner was wonderful and we chatted comfortably like old friends who had known each other for years. This totally amazed me, as I did not think we had anything in common. Todd was totally relaxed, but attentive. He laughed at my jokes, what a turn on that always is. I thought he was a darling, so good-looking he made my insides quiver. I suspected his body was perfect, smooth and graceful and admirably proportioned. I couldn’t help wondering what his cock and balls were like, the texture of his scrotum, and the shape of his glans. Oh dear, thinking about him was exciting the daylights out of me. My panties were damp imagining every naked inch of his body. Too bad we were in a restaurant.

We walked companionably back to our hotel, to turn in. The wine had left me feeling very drowsy inside. Todd took my hand and slipped it around his elbow and hugged his arm and my hand, close to his body.

He didn’t talk on the way back (and that was comfortable, too) and when we entered the elevator he didn’t attempt to steal a kiss. I thought he might have done so because his arousal was clearly back in his pants (bigger and better than ever, it appeared to me). Yummy, he was one fine looking male body! And I longed to run my hands all over it.

Todd made no move to approach me or touch me, in the elevator, nor back in out room. Darn and drat. My horniness quotient was nearing the red zone. I was really..really..really ready.

Todd immediately grabbed his small shaving escort araban kit and with a backwards, “ I’ll take the bathroom, first”, he disappeared inside.

Left in the silence of his wake, I got busy gathering up a night gown, robe, cleanser and moisturizers: my normal evening ritual. I also gathered up my favorite scented body oil (well, ya never know? He might be interested later?)

Todd emerged and bowed me into the bathroom. I could not help noticing that he wore no pajamas or robe, but was still in his street clothes.

He saw the question in my eyes and chose to satisfy my curiosity, “ I sleep in the nude”, he informed me, shrugged his shoulders, “ I had planned to sleep alone so I didn’t even bring any PJs. Hope you don’t mind too much?”

My body and my mind, running on automatic pilot, skipped (No, I am evidently not too old to skip, I found out) into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind me. My heart beating at a furious pace, my head spinning. Naked? Oh, yeah, Baby! I liked it. I like it like wowzers. I changed, brushed, combed, slathered and rinsed in record time. Then slipped quickly back into the bedroom suite we shared.

The lights were muted. Todd was already in bed (what bad luck there) and seemed to be settled in for the night. I frowned to myself and scurried between the sheets of my bed. I lay there for a few minutes before Todd rolled over and clicked off the light switch.

Laying in the bed, in the dark and fantasizing about the naked hunk in the bed next to me. I couldn’t help it. My own body betrayed me. By now my body was screaming for attention, my baser lusts demanding some hands on physical satisfaction. My left hand slipped beneath the covers (is that why Catholic girls were admonished to keep both hands above the cover?) and pulled down my flimsy panties. Then, reached two fingers between my labia, separating the lips to find my pussy already wet and soaked with the juices of my imagination. I rubbed and frigged the clit till I could not resist a moment more, the electricity reaching though every nerve ending in my body. My self-induced orgasm overtook me and finally a soft moan escaped my mouth.

Wow! I was so turned on. So Hot. All the while that I was masturbating myself, I was imagining Todd’s hard, aroused body pressed into mine. And in my mind, he felt soooooo good. So good, in fact, that a mini orgasm burst through my senses. Followed by a long sigh. Wow! I wondered if I had made as much noise as it had seemed to my ears. I wondered if Todd heard the gasp of my release? What in the world would he think of me? And my wanton and slutty behavior? Sheesh……

I heard the other bed creek and the covers rustle and felt a breeze the heralded Todd’s trip to the bathroom. I had an elusive whiff of his masculine, citrus scented aftershave. Whatever brand he used, it smelled delicious.

I HAD to do something to get my mind off THIS!!! I grabbed the television remote control and hit the power-ON button. Clicked it furiously several times. And? Nothing. No sound, nor any motion on the screen (not even that annoying white dot in the middle of the screen) . Nada.

Oh, well, I thought to myself, ‘Nice try, girl’.

Ugh! My body radiated frustration. Sexual frustration. Just then I heard the toilet flush and then the bathroom door open and close in the dark and heard the shuffles as Todd returned to his bed. My eyes followed in the gloom, where I imagined his fine, nude form must be. I could tell he was near, between our two beds.

***Ping** **Ping** **Ping***

We both froze as the TV chose that moment to come instantly to life, bathing the entire room in a 20-watt glow. Catching Todd, like a deer caught in the headlights, mid-stride, but short of the sanctuary of his bed sheets.

I glanced up at Todd (still as a statue) right beside me, his navel right at my eye level. My eyes were drawn to his flat belly, with its thin line of dark hair leading down to his curly nest of dark groin hair framing (as it were) his wonderfully long, smooth bullet shaped cock. A nicely engorged cock, I must say.

I knew I should say something but what? I should at least meet his eyes, but with his best asset, like a feast before my starved eyes, I could not take my gaze from the prize I had long fantasized about, hidden until now under his pressed Dockers. Wow! What an exceptional tool he had kept from me. It was absolutely fantastic. Yummy yum yum.

I must have smacked my lips because Todd asked me, “Ya wanna sucker, little girl?” I didn’t move my head but I did finally glance up at him. I was thinking he meant his remark to be kind of cute, but there was no humor in his eyes. Nor did he show any embarrassment what so ever that I was gapping intimately at his nearly full arousal (but after all, he had NOTHING to be embarrassed about, did he?).

“Yeah?” I asked him, finally reminded of his question.

“Oh, yeah, Baby”, he replied, gaziantep arap escort bayan anticipation clouding his eyes.

I could no longer resist, and eyed the long, shiny cock before me. I reached for the thickening shaft. My fingers carefully explored the head of his penis and the contours of his shaft; I did not reach lower, YET. Todd did not know what to think anymore, but there was no way he could hide his thickening erection from my close scrutiny. It smelled clean and musky. So I rubbed the smooth glans against my cheeks and around the soft skin under my chin. A deep moan escaped Todd’s lips and a fierce fire ignited in my belly.

I licked my lips and stretched them over the head, wetting him with my moist warmth. I licked around the head a bit, gently sliding the tip of my tongue into his wide cum clit. I then sucked the thick glans for a few moments, loving the taste and the feel of Todd’s hot skin. Oh, he was much better that I had imagined. Todd rested his hands on my shoulders and gently played with my hair, slowly rocked his hips into the pleasure I was giving him with my mouth.

I moved my tongue around his head, grazing my teeth very lightly around the indentation where the helmet ballooned, though he slowed the rocking of his hips. I darted the tip of my tongue into the slit on his cock, slightly penetrating the inner, ultra-sensitive passage. He was obviously enjoying himself. I know I sure was. His cock swelled a bit more than I even thought was possible, the head heating the inside of my mouth. He felt so terrific.

“More,” I asked him?

“Uh, hah. Yeah, whatever you want”, he whispered.

So I started sucking, up and down, on his dark plum. Then I did something I didn’t know if he would like at all? I fondled his balls, rolling them very gently together and then separating the two spheres in his hairy sacs. More moaning, from both of us, and he was massaging my hair and scalp with his right hand. I was so turning him on. But I really wanted Todd to soar. So I reached back, behind his balls, rubbing and massaging the hard skin back there. Running my nail over the hard ridge of tissue between his balls and his ass. A deeper moan escaped Todd’s lips, I could feel arousal escalating throughout his body.

I could not resist anymore. Todd deserved the full treatment. I just somehow knew he would love it, too. I kept rubbing closer and closer, until my index finger rubbed right over his puckered anus. The ass hole was tight and hot, Todd groaned loudly but his rocking hips froze (in shock, I imagined), but he did not pull away. Indeed, he squatted slightly, giving me even better access.

So, I massaged more vigorously, pushing into his anus, but pushing in and pulling out in the same rhythm as my mouth was sucking on his cock. It was totally hot and his loud gasping told me how much he was getting into this.

I continued the rhythm, pumping my small little finger into his ass a little bit deeper and more vigorously with each stroke. The soft inner muscles clinched at my finger every time I made to withdraw it from his body. He very much wanted me there.

Then, his fist tugged on my hair, his breathing gasping against his lips.

“Please… let’s wait.” He was fearful I would make him come in my mouth; he wanted to be deep inside my body when his cum burst out of his body. Todd really wanted this to last longer. And I knew he desperately wanted to kiss me, sweetly and also with the hot passion that burned in him.

I gave his penis a final, affectionate squeeze and pulled away from him.

Todd pushed me back, full length, onto my rumpled bed and back against the big stack of pillows. Then he followed me down, covering my whole body with his naked, and still fully aroused body. My thin, barely there pink nightgown still separated us, but it was obvious Todd would not be dissuaded by its slight barrier.

Todd propped himself over me, waiting for some imaginary start-gun to go off, stared deep into my eyes. I wondered if he would kiss me, on the lips? Many men would not risk the taste of their own cocks on a woman’s lips. Would Todd be so reticent?

In another moment, his body lowered and his mouth covered mine. As I had imagined, sweet, but oh, so passionate. And hot. He had the hottest mouth I had ever kissed. Lips. Tongue. His hot breathe sweeping over the skin of my face, eyes and my chin. He was the most arousing smoocher I had ever had, slow and methodical. He licked my eyelids and rubbed his thin beard against my ears.

Then he moved lower, it was inevitable. Touching and suckling on each nipple, with his lips and very gently with his teeth, tugging erotically on each tip in turn while his hands plumped the sides, squeezing gently.

Then moving lower and he began rubbing his chin in the valley of my navel and even slobbering his wet tongue around my belly. What a marvelous lover, not boring or sedate and definitely NOT out of practice. Even better that I had hoped for.

Until, his patience at an end, and his large palms lifting my ass checks; he lowered his sweet mouth to the core of my lust and arousal. Yes!! Vagina. Nuzzling his mouth between my own engorged libs. Oh, I was moaning to bring the house down, and Todd’s ragged breathing told me he was at least as turned on as I was.

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I was nothing but a fucktoy.

Usually, Professor Hill and I play games such as Monopoly or Scrabble or sometimes Poker (even though we are both absolutely terrible at Poker). Then there are times when we play more adult games, like Strip Poker (where our lack of skills in mainstream Poker is actually a good thing!), or Onyx (a computerized adult variant of Monopoly), or when we play-wrestle in the nude. When we play the adult games, in the end, the professor often makes love to me, slowly causing my pleasure to increase until it finally explodes like a bomb inside me, decimating my senses.

Then there are times when I am nothing but a fucktoy.

This was one of those times.

It had started ordinarily enough. “Wanna fuck?” the professor asked me.

How could I refuse? The forbidden difference in age combined with the forbidden student-professor relationship combined with his forbidden skills in virtually all adult matters was a cocktail which would always render me thoroughly drunk after only a single taste.

On this particular night, however, there was absolutely no foreplay. There was absolutely no tenderness. The cold yet loving glare in the professor’s eyes warned me that on this night, I was not to be his favorite student who always sat in the front for of his classes.

There are times when I assume the role of a sexual object. This was one of those times.

I had barely nodded subtly in response to his question, and suddenly, he was no longer sitting on the sofa. Instead, he was pressing me hard into the wall behind me, attacking me with his lips, groping me with his hands, violating escort bayan adıyaman me with his tongue. I needed a few seconds to recover from the shock of his quick move, but then the kitten within me shapeshifted into a tigress mating with her older, wiser, stronger tiger.

My tiger, my professor, he mauled me, he bit me, he clawed me. He was a ravenous beast fully controlled by his primal hunger, his primal need. While I was definitely a willing participant, this was not about the professor’s romanticism or about his way of bestowing new thrills upon his favorite student; this was about conquest.

His conquest of his favorite student.

His conquest of me.

Recognizing this, I retreated to the kitten persona, a very odd counterpoint to his low growls and his scratching fingernails. My shoulder throbbed from where he had bitten me moments earlier. My belly quivered from the clothes-protected contact of his hardened manhood. My breasts ached with desire from his rough manipulations. My lower lip felt slightly puffier from his having fiercely sucked it into his mouth. I held him close, accepting it all, reveling in my ability to provide the professor what he clearly needed at that moment and unable to envision any of his other female students in my consensual position: backed hard against a wall, being mauled and bitten and humped by a tiger in heat.

…and having my clothes ripped from my body, specifically my pale blue tank top being ripped apart from the neckline down. I shrieked from the unexpectedness of the violent act, of the destruction of a tank top escort baya nakkent I particularly liked. I was naughty, for was not wearing a bra, so my chest was suddenly exposed to his view, my hardened nipples no longer masked by the taut fabric.

Without warning, he dove, the tiger’s teeth closing painfully hard around my right nipple. I screamed, tears instantly coming to my eyes, even as I clutched his head to my chest. The pain filled my breast, radiated outward, shot like a bullet directly to my clitoris. My left breast was not immune, being roughly squeezed, the claws burrowing into my tender feminine flesh, the additional pain wracking my body and redoubling my scream and my tears.

Professor Hill stepped back, grabbed the torn sides of my tank top, and hauled me toward him. I stumbled forward, completely off-balance, naturally acquiescing to his lust-inspired guidance as I was spun and practically flung toward the sofa. Landing on my back, I bounced briefly upon the upholstered cushions, suddenly aware that he held a large scrap of pale blue in each fist and that he was about to pounce upon me.

The look in his eyes was a strange mixture. I could see the forbidden love in those eyes, yet I could also see something dark, almost sinister within him.

Before he could land upon me, I rolled to the floor, banging my knee hard against the tile and biting back a new scream of pain. But the new source of pain slowed me just enough that he was upon me, tearing my tank top anew, ripping the back apart as I tried to scurry away, ripping it completely to the bottom escort gaziantep anal yapan bayan hem.

My denim skirt was fortunately not about to be ripped, but with his strong powerful hands, he had no problem pulling the skirt over my hips and down my thighs, revealing my black thong. His renewed growl as he grabbed and yanked down my thong was clearly a growl of warning, and I collapsed to the floor, panting heavily, my fingers attempting to burrow through the tile, the various parts of my body still aching.

Yet I was quite aroused. The rough treatment, the torn tank top, the growl of the predator – the individual elements all combined to arouse me as I had not expected, even as the tears continued to fall.

I was spanked hard, twice, then a pair of all-too-familiar fingers were forcefully thrust inside my all-too-willing body. I groaned aloud at the violation, instinctively backing into my older hand. He withdrew his large fingers and spanked me again, thrice, harder and harder and harder, spreading my love upon my warming backside.

After a moment of hesitation, I felt it rub the length of my clitoris, causing me to shudder and moan. I had not heard him lower his zipper, nor had I heard him undressing.

Without preamble, the tiger was inside me, plunging forward into my body with such force, such violence. He pummeled me, fucking me fast and hard, growling like a mating tiger, his claws burrowing painfully into my tender skin. Yet I took it all: the pain, the violence, the roars, the primal need…

His grip upon me tightened even more as he erupted inside me, the mating finally achieving its climax. The pain had thwarted any chance of my own orgasm blossoming to life, but as he collapsed upon my back and wrapped his arms around my chest and breathed heavily into my ear, I felt a sense of pride, for clearly the use of my body had made him happy, had given him what he needed.

After all, what young student doesn’t want to make favorite professor happy?

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Year: 2050

It was the evening of Alexis’s nineteenth birthday. She was my sister, and she was a year younger than me. Even though she was my sister, I had no problem admitting she was damn fine. She had perfect D cup tits. I knew from snooping in her bras one day. Might’ve been a little creepy, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. However, like most girls in 2050, she seldom wore a bra, which made her nipples show through her shirt anytime it was even a little cold. Some girls would even wear translucent shirts so that they might as well be topless. Sadly, my sister did not participate in that fashion trend.

It was the weekend, so I came back from my out of state college to celebrate with my family. Dad had grilled up a great dinner while Mom baked the cake we were eating. It was a chocolate cake with white icing, with ‘Happy Birthday Alexis’ written in blue icing. Mom made it from scratch, which was something seldom done these days. My parents were a bit old fashioned and liked to make everything by hand. It was probably why our family didn’t have a robot butler, even though they were in almost every other household. Having moved off to college, I had come to miss their cooking.

We gathered around our wall sized TV and finished off the cake Mom had made. It was an action flick starring Keanu Reeves. Apparently he has been a famous actor for a long time, back when our grandparents were kids.

“So, like, does this guy ever age?” Dad joked.

“He actually looks a little younger in this than in the Matrix,” Mom said.

I began to harden as I watched Alexis eat her cake. Her tongue licking the icing off the fork. Leaving traces of saliva on it. It shined with her saliva, which was perfect for my plan. She ate her last bite and stood up to put her dirty dishes in the sink.

“Oh no, sis,” I said. “I’ve got this.”

“Nah, it’s alright,” she said. Shit, I need that fork.. “I need to get going anyway.”

“Big party tonight for our 19 year old?” Dad asked.

Alexis nodded proudly. The drinking age was lowered to 19 around 2035, so we all knew that she would be going out tonight. I don’t even fully remember my 19th birthday.

“Try not to get too drunk.” Dad said.

Alexis chuckled. “Don’t worry, Dad.”

“I’m not sweetheart. I know you’ll make the right choices.”

Alexis handed me the dishes so she could hug and kiss Mom and Dad. Just what I wanted! I took a second to look at her amazing ass before carrying away her dirty dishes.

When I got to the kitchen, it was time to look at the dishes I had. On the cup, there was no clear distinction where her lips had been, so I couldn’t get a sample there. The plate was obviously no good. But that fork was perfect. It was still shining slightly, exactly I had fantasized about on the couch. Alexis came through the kitchen as I loaded the plate and cup into the dishwasher.

“Thanks for coming over bro.” Alexis’s breasts pushed into my back as she hugged me from behind. Her warm lips pecked me on the cheek just before she released me from the embrace. It was nothing more than a sibling embrace. There was no way something was going to happen sexually between us. That’s why my plan was necessary.

“I was glad to see you.” Innuendo aside, I did enjoy seeing my sister again. I am more than just my dick. “Have fun tonight.”

“Oh, I will.” Alexis gave me a wink before heading to the garage. All cars were automated, so there was no danger gaziantep zenci escort bayan of her driving drunk. It was a bizarre thought that such a thing was a real danger for people in my grandparents’ generation. So many young deaths.

I took the fork to the bathroom and got as much of Alexis’s saliva as I could with a cotton swab. I put it in a baggie and grinned as I stuffed it into my pocket. The plan was completely set and ready to go first thing in the morning. For a second, I worried I was gonna have to cancel my appointment.

***

I ate breakfast with Mom and Dad. Alexis was passed out in her car in the garage.

“She came in at 2 in the morning,” Mom said.

“She gonna feel it when she wakes up,” I laughed.

Dad chuckled. “You certainly did.”

“Yep, I did.” That was a terrible day, and I could feel my head pounding just from thinking about it. “She’ll recover.”

I finished eating and left. Alexis was indeed passed out in her car, which was parked next to mine. Her shirt looked bunched up, and the top couple buttons were undone on her shirt. One of her breasts was almost freed, and I saw a hint of her pink areola. Temptation was to reach in the car and give her shirt a slight tug. I rubbed the cotton swab in my pocket and told myself there was no need to violate her when I had something far better.

My heart was pounding as I got in my car and typed in the address. Here I go! I was really doing this!

***

“Hello, and welcome to Lusty Robotics!” Beautiful women greeted me at the door as I entered the building. They were so lifelike, I had no idea if they were real or not. A similarly beautiful women greeted me at the receptionist desk and I told her I had an appointment.

“Ah yes, David. Right this way.” Her high heels clicked on the floor as she guided me to an office where a man sat at his computer. “Your 9 o’ clock is here.”

The man stood up and shook my hand. “Nice to meet you, David.”

I returned the greeting. He was so professional, that it was almost surreal to believe what he was about to give me. He wore a business suit with a solid gold watch. He wore glasses, which were a fashion choice since sight defects had been cured decades ago. The woman had left and closed the door behind her.

“So, I gotta ask, is she real?”

“She is. The ones by the doors aren’t though.” The man typed at his computer. “I see you’ve prepaid and submitted the personality test as well as how you noted that you want her personality to differ from reality. Now we need either a DNA sample or a picture. For full realism, a DNA sample is recommended.”

I gladly reached into my pocket and handed him the cotton swab that contained my sister’s spit.

“Perfect.” He pulled a latex glove onto his hand before unzipping my baggie, and putting the swab into his machine. A hologram appeared that showed a double helix, and then a moment later, my breath caught in my throat. A 3D representation of my sister was in front of me, and she was butt naked. Her full breasts were tipped with beautiful pink nipples, and her pussy was fully bald. As was her head, which made her look unusual. The only hair was her eyebrows. “DNA doesn’t show hair length. How long is Alexis’s hair?”

I took a second to breathe and act natural. “About shoulder length.”

He pushed a button, and brown hair grew out of Alexis’s scalp. “And hair gaziantep escort bayan on her bikini area?”

I hesitated, and the guy chuckled a second to lighten the mood. “Haven’t seen her naked before?”

I shook my head.

“Well, we can make it whatever you want. It can stay bald as it is, or—”

The man pushed a button and Alexis’s pussy grew a full unkempt bush. “And anything in between.”

“How about a little stubble.”

The man nodded and pushed a button. Alexis’s bush shrank to only a few stray hairs. Just the way I like women. Of course, I had no idea how the real Alexis groomed her pussy, but this reality was as good as any other.

The man typed into his computer. “And you opted not to see the process?”

“It keeps the illusion.” Not many knew the process, and I certainly didn’t know the intricacies, but the gist was that the flesh is grafted onto a robotic skeleton. It was a process that I had no desire to see, it would be better if she simply walked through the door as my sister.

“Right, well, she will be here in just a minute.”

My palms became slippery with sweat as I waited in the room with this man. I grew nervous. What if I couldn’t go through with this? She was after all, a simulation of my sister. As much as I’ve masturbated to her, could I really fuck someone who is designed to look and act exactly like her?

As my mind raced, Alexis walked into the room. She moved incredibly lifelike, just like the robots by the door. “Oh, David, there you are.”

“Alexis?”

She nodded. “The guy said that I could find you in this office. Ready to go, bro?”

“Yeah, lets get out of here.”

“Go have fun with your sister,” the man said. “Just have her back within three days.”

“Of course.” Owning a custom robot like this would cost tens of thousands, which was far beyond my savings. I had to settle for renting. Besides, keeping a permanent replica of my sister around would cause problems sooner or later.

“We’re coming back here?” Alexis asked. “Why?”

I tried to think of a bullshit explanation to tell her. “Doctor appointment. They need to see you again.”

“Oh, OK.” One of the few constants in their programming was that they would never question why they had to return. I could have told her it was to get donuts and she would’ve agreed.

Alexis took my hand in hers as we walked to my car. Her synthetic flesh felt so real, it was just like my sister’s hand, except the real Alexis wouldn’t hold my hand like this. Not that I was complaining.

When we got to the car, I typed the address to my dorm and Alexis blasted the AC. Cool air hardened her nips almost instantly, and they poked through the thin fabric of her shirt.

“Ever been to a college dorm?”

Alexis shook her head. “What’s it like?”

“Oh, it’s great, you’ll see.” I tuned the radio to find a good song to listen to.

“I bet it is.” Alexis smiled. “Big bro all on his own.”

“You’ll have one next year.” It just felt natural to treat her like my real sister, since she acted so much like her. I couldn’t believe how accurate the personality test was. The only variation that I requested was of course that she be willing to have sex with me.

“And I can’t wait.” She leaned toward the vent some more to get more cold air. Since this wasn’t my real sister, I made no attempt to hide my staring. “Enjoying the view?”

“What?”

“I know you’re looking at my tits, David.” Hearing Alexis’s voice say those words was such a turn on. “I know you’ve lusted after me for a long time.”

“Really?”

“You really think I didn’t notice?” She leaned forward, almost close enough to kiss me. “Or any of the other times that you didn’t think I was looking. Or those times I would come out of the shower wearing only a towel. Just a cloth to separate your hungry eyes from my flesh.”

Hearing Alexis talk like this, I was speechless.

“David, I’m your sister,” Alexis said with a scolding voice. Then she smirked. “Or maybe that was part of the turn on for you.”

We locked eyes and slowly leaned together for a kiss. Her mouth was warm and wet, just as it should be. Her lips were as soft as I remember from her real life sisterly pecks on the cheek. Except, this wasn’t how a sister kisses a brother at all.

Alexis guided my hand between her legs. I pulled at the waistband of her leggings and I touched the stubbly hairs that I saw on the hologram. My fingers found her clitoris and she was already moist. She didn’t break our kiss even as she moaned into my mouth. Hips bucked slightly against my hand.

“Oh, David.” She broke the kiss for a second, but she was still close enough that I felt her hot breath as she spoke. “That feels so good.”

I slowly climbed over my sister as we made out. Alexis pulled the lever on her seat so that it leaned back all way. She was fully lying down, and we were out of easy view of most traffic passing by. Anybody trying to look could still see, but neither of us really cared at this point if people looked. Alexis’s hands went up as I pulled her shirt over her head. Perky, full tits with pink nipples were fully in my view, and I held her soft flesh. I really had my sister’s tits in my hands! And they were every bit as incredible as I imagined.

I bent down to take her right nipple into my mouth. She moaned slightly and ran her fingers through my hair while I suckled. My tongue ran around her areola and my lips pulled at her eraser tip nipple. A short squeal encouraged me, and I moved to suck on her other tit. “That’s right, David, just like that.”

A bump in the road forced my face even more into her soft breasts. She helped me out of my clothes, and I pulled down her leggings so that we were both naked in this autopiloted vehicle. I took a moment to admire my sister’s gorgeous naked body, which was what I had wanted to see for years. She spread her legs and rubbed her wet pussy. Her eyes were locked onto my hard cock, and she had a horny grin on her face that I will never forget.

“Damn, my brother has an amazing cock.”

“Wait till it’s inside you.” I wasn’t a virgin, but I had never fucked a girl bareback before. Too risky. However, sexbots can’t get pregnant, and new synthetic flesh after every user meant no diseases. Feeling warm juices and every muscle of her inner organ with no barrier was like losing my virginity a second time. The fact that it was my sister’s pussy made it even better.

“That’s right, David!” Alexis moaned. “Fuck your sister!”

I slowly let my cock slide in and out of her as I listened to her moans. We held and kissed as I gently made love to her. “Harder.”

I sped up my thrusts.

“Harder!”

Alexis’s tits bounced around as I slammed my dick into her. Moans became screams and she wrapped her arms and legs around me. Her pussy pulsated around my cock and I felt my first spurt into my sister. There was no holding back this orgasm, and I let myself come inside my sweet sister.

“That was amazing David.”

“Plenty more where that came from,” I said.

“Oh, I certainly hope so,” Alexis said. “I’m gonna need more of my brother’s cock.”

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When Sunita saw the postman come up the walkway, she had no premonition that her safe, contented little world was about to collapse at her feet. Despite the bleak February skies, the dark- haired young woman’s spirits were sunny that fateful morning. Humming a carefree tune, Sunita dried her hands on the kitchen towel and went to get the day’s mail. The voluptuous beauty felt only mild curiosity when she saw the envelope addressed to Mrs. Sunita. Probably just some ad, she thought, placing the rest of the mail on top of the television set.

It wasn’t until she tore open the envelope, and its contents spilled out, that a horrified gasp escaped her throat. Sunita’s hand flew to her mouth and her face flushed crimson. Her heart hammered like that of a captive bird as she clutched the letter with trembling hands.

DO YOU WANT YOUR HUSBAND TO SEE THESE? the scrawled message read. THINK ABOUT IT, SWEET SUNITA. BECAUSE YOU’LL SOON BE HEARING FROM ME AGAIN!

A strangled sob tore from her throat as she bent to retrieve the photographs that had fallen to the floor. Pictures Sunita had hoped, desperately, that she would never see again, that she had tried to shove into some dark and distant corner of her mind. Still, there had always been that nagging fear that someday, they would turn up again to threaten her happiness. As Sunita lifted the lurid photos, her hands trembled, for she knew that that dreaded someday had arrived! The sordid past she had tried to escape had finally caught up with her, threatening to rob her of all that she held so dear. Her beloved husband Vishal and their precious daughter Jaya.

Vishal loved Sunita, trusted her, held her on a pedestal. “Meree pyaree Sunita,” he often whispered as he held her close. “Tumhare jaise patni milke mujhe bahut kushee hai!”

Every time Vishal uttered those words, Sunita felt a wave of guilt ripple through her, for she was not as sweet and innocent as her husband imagined. And the tall, shapely brunette whispered a silent prayer that her past would remain buried. She feared that Vishal would be hopelessly disillusioned if he ever learned the ugly truth, that the wife he held in such high esteem had posed for pornographic photos before they were married! Sunita had agonized countless times over the possibility of Vishal’s discovery of her sordid past, wondering what would happen if that fearful day should ever arrive. And she always came up with the same frightening answer.

“He’ll divorce me,” she whispered to the empty room, her hand clutching her constricted throat. “And take my darling Jaya away from me, declare me an unfit mother!” The mere thought of that occurring made Sunita’s lips tremble and her green eyes fill with tears. She loved her husband and daughter with all her heart. They were Sunita’s whole world now. They had completely filled the emptiness that had settled after her mother’s death five years before. Sunita had not really begun to live until she met Vishal. The four years of their marriage, despite its problems, had been the happiest Sunita had ever known. And little Jaya was the precious living product of their love. The twenty-three-year-old felt her heart wrench with pain as she clutched the anonymous letter in her shaking hand, for she could not bear to lose either one of them.

Who could have sent the letter? she wondered, her mouth dry as she stared at the lewd poses she had participated in before she met Vishal. Who had finally unveiled the ugly truth about her, unearthed the dark secret that Sunita had tried, all these years, to keep hidden? That she had needed money so desperately during the final months of her mother’s lengthy illness, that she had reluctantly agreed to perform lewd sex acts in front of a camera.

Sunita had not wanted to resort to pornographic modeling, but she had no other choice. Her modest secretarial salary just would not stretch to cover the skyrocketing bills resulting from her mother’s illness. When she had tried out for fashion modeling, tall and curvaceous Sunita was told that she was not at all suitable for modeling clothes, for her eye-catching figure was far too voluptuous.

Not long afterward, Sunita saw the newspaper advertisement for a photographer’s model. MUST BE ATTRACTIVE AND HAVE GOOD FIGURE, the ad stated. Sunita answered the ad eagerly. When she heard how well the job paid, her spirits soared. Especially when the photographer assured her that she was perfect for the type of modeling he needed. The new medicine that the doctor had prescribed for her mother’s pain was so expensive that Sunita worried about how she was going to manage to have it refilled. There were no other relatives to turn to for financial assistance, and her mother was solely dependent on Sunita. Landing this lucrative modeling job was the perfect answer to her financial problems.

It was not until she actually showed up for her first session before the camera, that Sunita discovered just what type of modeling the job entailed. At first, she was tempted to walk out and never return. The things gaziantep yavuzeli escort bayan she was expected to do made her cheeks flush crimson. Then she remembered, with a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, that she had just received another lofty medical bill the day before for laboratory tests her mother had required. To add to her problems, she was almost out of the expensive pain-killing drug that her mother needed to lessen the agony of the dreaded killer disease ravishing her wasted body. And Sunita knew, with a heavy feeling of resignation, that she had no choice in the matter. She needed money desperately and this was the only way she could get it. I’ll do it for mother, she told herself as she started to remove her clothing. And no one need ever know!

That had been five years ago. Death had claimed her mother just a few months after Sunita had begun her secret, part-time modeling. When her mother died, Sunita quit her extra job immediately. With her mother’s insurance money, she was able to clear up the remainder of the staggering medical bills. Trying to put what she had done out of necessity out of her mind, Sunita never stepped in front of the camera again. She was not proud of what she had done, but Sunita knew that it had been unavoidable. She would do it again, if she had the opportunity to go backward in time, because she received some small comfort from the knowledge that her beloved mother had suffered far less because of the money Sunita had earned from her secret and sordid job. It’s all in the past now, Sunita tried to tell herself, as she concentrated solely on her secretarial position. And no one need ever know!

Six months later, she had met Vishal and he more than compensated for the unhappiness she’d known during the trying time of her mother’s terminal illness. After a whirlwind courtship, they became husband and wife. Now, after caring for her mother for so long, Sunita finally had someone to look after her. Six years her senior, Vishal treated her as though she were made of spun glass. He proved to be everything a woman could ask for in a husband. Well, almost everything.

The only quality really missing from their relationship was sexual fulfillment. Although Sunita found her two-hundred-pound, six-foot husband extremely attractive, something was definitely lacking in their marriage bed. Vishal was a gentle, considerate lover, but not very demanding or adventuresome. He treated Sunita like some fragile china doll, and somehow Sunita longed for more. Although she hated herself for her lustful thoughts, the pretty woman found herself thinking, longingly, about some of the lewd sexual activities she’d engaged in during her brief, secret modeling career. The men who were her partners had been strangers to her, but still, Sunita recalled with ripples of both excitement and shame, she had responded to their touch. She had been instructed to portray pleasure in front of the camera and Sunita did as she was told. Only she knew that the response she displayed was often genuine, that she secretly enjoyed the lustful acts she was performing for money.

I must be oversexed, Sunita often thought, her cheeks burning with shame.

Sunita found herself thinking that often after she and Vishal were married. If our sex life is enough for Vishal, why can’t it be enough for me? she often wondered. Sunita dreamed, in vain, about the day that she would know complete and total satisfaction after their lovemaking. Instead, the well-stacked beauty felt a vague dissatisfaction. Just once, she wished that Vishal would take her roughly and savagely pound his big pole of masculinity into her cock- hungry cunt, making her gasp with both pleasure and pain. She secretly fantasized about hearing him use the same coarse language that the actors used during the pornographic sessions, of having him cry out to her in wild abandon instead of remaining silent while they made love.

Sunita found herself wishing that her husband would demand that she suck his cock the way she had sucked the big pricks that had been Vishalmed in her throat as the camera clicked. Even though she cared nothing for the male models she had worked with, Sunita had liked the feel of their warm meat in her mouth. During her brief career, she had learned to suck cock with admirable expertise, so that her sex partners climaxed fast and hard, spilling their hot semen into her waiting mouth. Sunita did not have to pretend when she felt their torrid cargo explode in her mouth. The lustful gleam in her eyes was genuine as she eagerly swallowed their hot juices. Just as the frantic swirl of her pelvis was real when her male partners fucked her with gusto, cVishalming their merciless rods into her heated cunt from every imaginable position. Sunita had learned a great deal during her brief but torrid career. Not only about sex but about herself. And she inwardly feared that she might be oversexed.

She had hoped that marriage to a big hunk like Vishal would put a stop gaziantep yeni escort bayan to the secret longings of her ripe body, that her husband would be the passionate and demanding lover she ached for. Instead, Vishal had proved to be merely adequate in bed. Even though Sunita reached a climax when her husband made love to her, hers was a shallow response, a mere mild fluttering within her saturated vaginal walls. And Sunita yearned for so much more!

The thought of cheating on Vishal, however, never entered the shapely beauty’s mind. Sunita devoted herself to her husband with the same fervor she’d dedicated herself to her mother. The happiness of those she loved always came first with Sunita. That’s why she never told Vishal of her unfulfilled and persistent sexual desires. First of all, she did not want to hurt his masculine pride by intimating that he was lacking as far as his sexual prowess was concerned. Second, Sunita was convinced that Vishal preferred her to remain passive in bed, that he wanted her to play the role of the sweet, innocent wife in every aspect of their marriage, so she remained silent. And she turned to a vibrator to satisfy the secret cravings of her frustrated pussy. She kept the plastic pseudo-prick hidden in her dresser drawer. It was only when she was alone that she used the mechanical aid to help satisfy the throbbings of her heated cunt. Then, Sunita would spread her legs and send the penis-shaped piece of plastic far into her leaking aperture, shoving it in and out with the gusto she wished Vishal would show during their lovemaking. It was then, and only then, that the voluptuous brunette would cry out in wild abandon, the way she did not dare cry out with her husband.

“Chodh mujhe, Jorse chodh mujhe!” she would gasp, her legs trembling as she masturbated with vigor. “Aur jorser, aur andhar tak!” she’d beg, thrilling to the forceful penetrations of the whirling vibrator. “Meree chooth ko chodh!” she’d cry, pretending that her husband was screwing her the way she secretly wished that he would. Although the vibrating sex-gadget did not take the place of a real, live prick, it helped to relieve some of Sunita’s frustrations. And it kept her from turning to other men for fulfillment of her lusty sexual appetite.

Now, as the curvaceous young woman gazed at the lurid photos of herself which had come in the morning mail, she felt a tension building in her luscious body. Her temples throbbing as she wondered about the anonymous sender. Who had unearthed her dark past? And now that this blackmailer was on to her, what did he or she want?

Sunita grew tense, for she had no way of paying off a blackmailer. She had no money of her own at all. Even though she had been the sole beneficiary of her mother’s insurance policy, the woman’s monumental medical bills had consumed every penny. And Vishal gave just a small personal allowance in addition to her household money. Scarcely enough to grease a greedy palm. Vishal just didn’t make that kind of money. Although they lived comfortably on the profits of his small television repair shop, it required careful budgeting.

How can I silence him? Sunita wondered, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip so hard that she almost drew blood. Sunita did not know the answer to her dilemma. But as her eyes passed over the painfully familiar photographs she’d received in the morning mail, the lovely young wife knew that she would do anything she possibly could to keep her beloved husband from seeing those pictures. And she also knew that she had been living on borrowed time. The four years of happiness she had known with Vishal had come to an abrupt end, while a private hell had just begun. She was now at the mercy of some unknown and unscrupulous individual, one who possessed the frightening power to destroy her marriage!

As Sunita viewed each pornographic pose from her past, she became aware of another kind of tension mounting within. Along with her trepidation, she felt an undeniable sexual excitement course through her. Although she was ashamed of her reaction, she could not stop the ripples of desire from washing over her body. One photograph showed Sunita naked and bent, sprawled before a male who was denuded of all but a lascivious expression as he shoved his big swollen prick into her widely stretched mouth. The voluptuous beauty licked her full lips as she gazed at the photo, remembering how good that warm joint had felt inside her receptive oral cavity. The rapturous expression on her face was genuine as she sucked obediently for the cameVishalan. Sunita recalled the unmatched bittersweet flavor of masculine juices against her tongue … and her mouth watered. How thrilled she would be if one day her good-looking, well-built husband would grab her by the hair, the way the model in the lewd photo was doing, and force her to go down on him and take his Vishalpaging cock fully in her prick-hungry mouth.

Sunita’s voluminous breasts rose and fell rapidly as she breathed gaziantep zayıf escort bayan harder. Her heartbeat quickening, she turned to another photo, her pussy fluttering wildly at the shockingly prurient pose. Her jade eyes grew dreamy as she gazed at her widely split legs as she saw herself lying on a kitchen table. Her gaping cuntal petals flowered boldly before the camera, their pink folds swollen and glistening with the nectar of her arousal as the handsome face of a male model nestled between her obscenely outspread legs. His pointed tongue stretched forward, its wet tip probing her sensitive cuntal lips.

Mmmmmmmmm, how good his tongue felt! Sunita recalled as she looked at the familiar photo. She remembered how she had begged him to keep on licking her cunt even when the camera had stopped clicking. Before they had moved on to another lurid pose, Sunita had grabbed her partner’s head and held it between her outstretched, trembling legs, pleading with him to make her cum! She felt a slow warmth steal across her pelvis as she remembered how the man had accommodated her, flicking his raspy tongue back and forth and up and down until she cried out in sweet release, her hips bucking as she slammed up and down upon the table.

Sighing, Sunita recalled how that had been the very first time she had ever had her pussy eaten. At first, she had been shocked when the cameVishalan unleashed his instructions, ordering her up on the table. The thought of having the naked male model tongue the dark triangle between her widely splayed legs had filled the big-busted Sunita with revulsion. That is, until she felt the first touch of his warmly wet tongue against her lewdly parted pussy. Sunita remembered too how she had gasped, how her bare tits had tightened into rosy peaks of excitement at the thrilling sensation, how she had split her legs as far as possible and moaned with pleasure at this new and marvelous physical sensation. Even the cameVishalan had teased her afterward, saying that she was either a tremendous actress or she had had the time of her life. After that, Sunita secretly yearned for that type of pose, and she surrendered herself completely to the ensuing lewd acts.

How many times had Sunita longed for the feel of Vishal’s tongue between her open legs. So many times when Sunita had had to bite her lip to keep from crying out, from begging her husband to eat her throbbing, tongue-hungry pussy. For she felt certain that such a plea would shock and disgust Vishal, would shatter the false image he had created, the one of the sweet and innocent young wife.

The next morning, Sunita would wait until Jaya was either at nursery school or sleeping. Then she would close and lock her bedroom door so that she could lie naked on her bed, her legs split and her pussy lewdly parted while she fingered her palpitating, frustrated cunt. As she would work her fingers back and forth, the wet sounds of her saturated membranes filling the empty room, the lovely Sunita pretended that it was her husband’s tongue making those delicious slurping sounds. She would let her masturbating fingers bring her naked body to a feverish pitch just short of actual orgasm. Then she would remove her hand from between her parted legs to let the peak of mounting excitement fade. Again and again, she would bring herself to a point close to orgasm before pulling her hand away. After teasing herself over and over, she finally would let her fingers punish her wet pussy until she reached fulfillment. “Mujhe chaat, meree chut chaat!” she’d scream as she climaxed, her hips jerking wildly as she bucked up and down in wild abandon.

Sunita’s hot pussy was pounding hard now, and she felt a warm trickle dampen the crotch of her panties as she turned to another photo. A soft moan escaped her lips as she saw herself sitting naked on top of a good-looking man. Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth hung open, as he sent his huge prick far into the creamy recesses of her tunnel of love. Her naked partner had his hands on Sunita’s pale moons, and the sexually aroused beauty recalled how the man had used her bare asscheeks to lift her high into the air before he pulled her down on his towering shaft, Vishalming his crimson prick into her sensitive cervix. Sunita could tell by the lustful expression on her face that the photo had been taken just as her skillful partner had slammed her body down on him. Her nipples now rose into twin points beneath her blouse as she relived the glorious carnal sensations his pistoning cudgel had created. Being fucked in the woman-astride position was one of Sunita’s favorite poses, for her partner’s prick always seemed so much bigger as it penetrated her slick canal.

She wished fervently that Vishal would fuck her this way. Her husband’s enviable cock was the biggest she’d ever seen and Sunita often fantasized about having him enter her while she sat on top of him, her legs spread and her wet pussy parted. I’ll bet Vishal’s prick would drive me clean out of my mind if we did it this way, she speculated as she stared at the photograph she’d posed for years before. Instead, however, Sunita had learned to be content with the usual woman-on-bottom, man-on-top position in her marriage bed. When her secret needs grew overpowering, she would squat naked and panting on top of her whirring vibrator, while in the privacy of her empty bedroom she shoved the make-believe cock high into nether depths of her cuntal tunnel.

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It’s a cold January day. A silver nondescript mid size car pulls into the attached garage of a mid sixties middle class suburban home in a quiet neighborhood. As the garage door rattles down two beautiful blond ladies get out.

The driver is Angela, AKA Angel. She’s wearing low heel red leather ankle boots. A snug yellow long sleeve knee length dress is under her three quarter length arctic wolf fur. Her hair is tied in a pony tail by a yellow ribbon. She’s thirty one years old and has just picked up her older sister at the train, two hours drive away.

Her thirty five year old sister Valeria (Val) is wearing a red fox cape that flows down to her knees, it’s luxurious hood draped down her back. Under it is a turquoise long sleeve cowl neck angora sweater and an ankle length smoky blue wool skirt. Her shiny black four inch heels wrap her feet in knee length elegance.

Her hair is brushed to a roll on the back of her head, held by a big pink plastic clip with rhinestone trimmed butterfly wings. They match her pink plastic hoop earrings and pink, rhinestone trimmed, heart shaped shades. As Dolly Parton once said “It costs a lot of money to look this cheap.”

She grabs her soft travel bag from behind the seat and follows Angel into the kitchen.

“My God Angel. This is your bride? She’s so beautiful!”

Just turning from the stove is a tall statuesque beauty with long thick black hair. Her dark brown eves are accentuated by long lashes. She’s wearing a red and pink gingham apron with frilly trim. On her feet are extreme spike heels, pink with little white bows over the toes. Her pink chastity belt matches her collar and cuff set. There is a sixteen inch chain between her wrists and a nine inch one between her ankles. A twelve foot chain attaches her collar to the bottom corner of the counter. She’s forty three years old.

“Come here my love.”

Her heels click and her chain drags across the slate tiles. Her eyes are lit up, her smile full of love. She and Angel hug and share a tender kiss.

“Gloria Darling, this is my sister Valeria. Val, my wife Gloria. Darling, give Val a kiss.”

Such a warm welcome from her new sister in law.

“Gloria, be a dear and pour us three glasses of Chardonnay. You may join us.” They draped their furs over the backs of the tall chairs at the kitchen island. Gloria sat silently on the chair closest to the stove. So happy her love was home. She quietly listened to the sisters chatting. She knew not to interrupt when Angela had guests.

“So, Sis, the divorce is finally over.”

“Finally! I got the condo, he got the lake house. I got a very good cash and stock settlement too, which reminds me, I changed my will. There’s a copy for you in my bag. You are the principal beneficiary.”

“Lets go sit in the front room while Gloria finishes cooking supper. Put your bag in the second bedroom on the right.”

Val picked up her bag and cape and left. Angela wrapped her arms around Gloria. “My beautiful, beautiful bride. Do you know how much I love you?”

They kissed. Long slow and tenderly. Angela opened a drawer on the island and lifted out a pink ball gag.

“Darling.”

Gloria almost whimpered, but knew not to beg. She opened her mouth obediently.

Wrapping her arms around Gloria’s waist, she grabbed two handfuls of ass cheek. “You are so wonderful. Ring your bell when gaziantep vip escort bayan dinners ready and I’ll unlock your chain so you can set the table for three, Beautiful.”

Soon the sisters were kissing very inappropriately on the couch. Val slipped her hand up under the hem of Angel’s dress.

“It seems my little sister forgot her undies today. I’m going to have to give her a licking.” Her other hand was sliding the zipper down on the back of Angela’s dress as she spoke.

Angel lay back on the couch wearing only her bra. She smiled, reminiscing, as Val ate her.

Mommy went all ape shit when she caught them sixty nine in Val’s bed that morning. She’d met some people on the dark side in college. When Daddy went for his annual fishing trip with his pals they’d over powered Mommy and introduced her to lesbian sex. She cried a lot as they took turns using her. Poor Mommy. The slavers paid a generous finders fee.

Daddy read ‘Mommy’s’ “Dear John” letter over and over. He never re married.

Gloria rang her bell. Dinner was wonderful. Irish stew and dumplings. Perfect for a cold winter’s night.

“Gloria, you are a wonder. I’ve never had such fluffy dumplings. Yummy.”

“Thank you Miss Valeria.”

“Well, I think my bride deserves to cum tonight. What do you say Gloria?”

“Yes, yes please Angela. I’ll be a good wife.”

“I know you will be Darling.”

It was a few years ago. Angela had just finished college and taken her first job in this medium size city. She was looking for a place to board while she looked for an apartment. She answered the ad in the ‘Penny Saver.’

Gloria, James Walker’s widow, wanted company more than she needed the money.

Soon Angela’s bed didn’t need making It was a gradual process.

“Gloria, let’s try something different. let me tie you down with scarves to the bedposts and ravage you.”

After an evening out. “Oh Dear, leave your heels on, you look so sexy in them.”

“We’re alone, take off your skirt for the evening. For me, Baby.”

Soon she’s waiting for Angela to come home wearing just her bra, panties and heels.

Then the ‘gifts’ came by UPS. “Just to show how much I want to keep you safe, Dearest.”

Fur lined cuffs and collar sets, and a variety of ball gags.

“I read this will make your orgasms way more intense. Try it on.” She handed Gloria the chastity belt and showed her the matched set of tiny gold padlocks she’s bought. “These are symbols of my undying love Gloria.”

Canada had legalized gay marriage decades ago so even in this small city it wasn’t difficult to find someone to marry them.

Gloria had drifted away from all her old friends. Some wondered when she’d changed teams when they heard about the wedding.

Angela looked after her so completely. She’d never been happier.

They all cleared the table. Angela put her bride. The most beautiful woman in the world, on her chain and they shared a long tender kiss. Angel could never get enough of Gloria’s kisses. She held up the pink ball gag. Gloria opened wide. “I’ll be back for you soon. Get the cleaning up done My Love.”

Angela and Valeria shared a shower, of course playing their favorite shower game. Finger fucking each other under the hot water, seeing who would lose and come first.

“You gaziantep yabancı escort bayan cheated!”

“No I didn’t. Did Angel say ‘No rectum diddling?’ I think not.” They both giggled as they toweled each other dry and brushed their hair.

It was so good to be back with her little sister, thought Valeria.

Angela put on the pastel green satin peignoir Gloria had given her for Christmas and went for her. With lots of kissing she undressed Gloria in the bathroom. “Now remember, no cumming in the shower.”

“I know. I’ll be good.”

Valeria was sitting on the king size bed in the master bedroom. She wore a black gossamer ankle length robe. It’s back was bare to the crack of her ass. A frill of the transparent material flounced up, over her shoulders, then dove down to her belly button. So elegant, yet totally revealing.

“Doesn’t Val look beautiful Dear?”

Gloria nodded as she licked her lips.

“Sit on this chair. We’re going to play a game as I brush your hair. If you cum, we’ll put your ‘no touch’ restraints on and you can watch Val and I make love. If you hold off, you may come as often as you like tonight.”

Valeria began edging Gloria as Angela brushed her long black hair. Gloria was quivering, but she held on.

“Good girl. You win. Lets get you fucked Darling.”

Naked, she was the filling in a sister sandwich. They kissed, cuddled and stroked.

Valeria slipped down. The feel of her sheer soft gown on Gloria’s legs as she was kissed ,fingered and licked drove her wild. She came almost instantly.

Val kissed up. Angel kissed down. They met and adored Gloria’s generous breasts. Kissing licking and suckling. Gloria stroked the beautiful sister’s blond heads. This was better than she’d ever imagined.

Angel kissed on down. Past her belly button. Skirting her pussy. Down her legs. She kissed and sucked each pretty little toe. Meanwhile Val kissed up to Gloria’s open mouth and warm kisses.

As Angela kissed her way up to Gloria’s pussy, Val climbed up, floated her gown over Gloria and grasped the diamond tufted white satin head board, then lowered her cunt to Gloria’s lips.

Gloria knew she was the luckiest girl in the whole world. Her beautiful young bride eating her out so lovingly. Her elegant sister in law’s sweet pussy dripping cunt juice down her chin as she lapped and kissed.

Soon Angel’s loving attention did it. She came again. Her gasp as she licked sent Val over the top at the same time.

The three beautiful ladies cuddled and kissed. Gloria’s fingers drifted down to her loving bride’s treasure.

They say there’s nothing as pious as a reformed whore. Maybe there’s no more dedicated carpet licker than a lady who’s switched teams. Gloria slid down between Angela’s legs and began to worship. She started with a big wet lick along the puffy lips. Then kisses, lots of them. Teasing and teasing. With fingers and kisses she parted the lips to heaven and lapped Angel’s juices.

Angel loved the tickle of Gloria’s long beautiful hair on her thighs as she received her love’s attention.

Valeria had a surprise. “Keep eating sweetie, but get that beautiful butt up.” She slipped her strap on cock into Gloria’s pussy.

With arms around Gloria she cupped and fondled her big swaying boobs gaziantep yaşlı escort bayan as she drilled her. Both Angel and Gloria came.

They all cuddled in a soft warm tangle.

Gloria reached for Val’s discarded cock.

“Miss Valeria, I’d like to fuck you.”

Giggle. “I thought you’d never ask.’

Bonking the driver of the limo that took her to the train this morning had been OK until he came too soon.

Gloria knew what she was doing. She gave her sister in law a good hard missionary screwing. Valeria’s boobs jiggled with each solid thrust.

They all kissed and whispered until thoughts were lost part way through a sentence.

Gloria woke with Angel’s hand over her mouth and a finger to her lips She indicated towards the door with her head. Gloria slipped out of bed and quietly closed the bedroom door behind them.

“Let’s get dressed in the other room while Val sleeps.”

After a shared shower where they fingered each other to a delicious orgasm they got dressed.

“We’ve got company coming this morning, but I’ll take you for your walk after lunch. I’ve laid out your French Maid outfit.”

Gloria loved that outfit. It’s black cuffs collar and chastity belt were all trimmed with white lace. It’s ballet boots had integral six inch chains between them. It’s ball gag was white with black velvet straps. There was a black velvet top with white lace trim. The lace, loose and pleated, covered her nipples but left then available. It’s bottom was just below her navel. By evening she’d be almost begging for permission, she felt so sexy.

They sat together at the kitchen island eating breakfast then sat there sipping coffee and talking until the door bell rang.

“Right back Love.” Angel locked Gloria’s chain onto her collar and went to the front door.

In the drive was an older Mercedes wagon with dark tinted rear windows. On the porch stood two ladies in their late sixties or early seventies. They both wore low heeled ankle boots. One had an old style natural mink. The kind with the lay down collar and cuffs four pelts wide. The other a raccoon.

“Welcome ladies. Come in out of the cold. Let me take your coats. I’m Angela.”

“I’m Edna, this is Jane.”

“Would you prefer coffee or tea?”

She led them to the kitchen.

“Is that the thing? We specifically told the lady at The Institute we wanted a blond.”

“Oh no, ladies. This is my wife Gloria. Darling, this is Edna and Jane.”

Without prompting Gloria came across to them. Her heels clicking and her chain dragging. “Welcome to our home Ladies.” She bowed low and kissed the their hands.

“Be a love and pour the ladies some coffee, Dear.” She was so proud of her Gloria.

Gloria stood quietly, her back to the kitchen counter as the ladies got acquainted. Although arranged through The Institute due diligence was required.

When they were all satisfied this wasn’t some kind of police sting operation they left Gloria to clean up and went to the bedroom.

Valeria woke to confusion. Then panic. Angela was gently shaking her and two old ladies were looking at her like she was a piece of meat.

“What the fuck?” Only with the ball gag in her mouth it came out as ‘Ghh gd fgh!”

Her wrists were bound snug at her waist. A belt was around her legs just above her knees. Another was around her ankles. A stiff leather collar was around her throat.

“How flexible are you on the price? It seems quite high.”

“Not at all, Jane. As you can see, this is a top quality piece. That’s it’s natural hair color. Feel that soft skin. Not a wrinkle, scar or tattoo. Look at those beautiful terrified blue eyes.

“Think of the years of pleasure you’ll get from it.”

Valeria began to cry.

The End

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Thanks for all of the wonderful mostly positive feedback on “Size8 Panties: To Daddy.” So many readers requested a part 2 I just had to write it. I hope what you find here meets with your approval. Thanks again for the input, it means a lot. And yes, for the lady who so requested the color Yellow will not be forgotten.

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After making out with her daughter and kissing her husband after coming in the door from the makeover party Pam went back to her bedroom. When she got there she stuffed a bag under her bed and changed into her nightie. The 39 year old woman was hornier than she had been in a long time and couldn’t help feeling herself up as she changed.

Tonight she wasn’t wearing just any nightie. Her short pink gown with the plunging neck line was screaming out that she needed hot sex. The garment was short enough that if she moved at all her teal bikini panties would show. She thought teal and pink didn’t go together very well but figured the fact that she had been leaking like a faucet into the crotch ever since she left that afternoon would make up for the lack of fashion sense.

Looking over at her daddy as her mom left the room Brenda noticed the large bulge in his pants as he watched Pam’s big ass walk away. The girl figured she had him alone for; at least, a couple of minutes and walked up to him and gave the tent in his pants a squeeze. Then caressing the erection she purred, “Daddy, Do something for me, please? When mom comes back take her to the couch and make out with her. I want to watch.”

Getting more than a little turned on Dale reached up and grabbed one of her large melons. Confused by the request he answered, “I can’t smooch in front of my own kid besides, and even if I could your mom would never go for it.”

“Daddy you fucked your own kid just a couple of hours ago so surely you can play with your wife in front of me. I just want to see you guys caress and kiss. Actually, I’d love to see full fledged foreplay and see if you guys play with her panties like we did. Even better I’d love to see you stick this monster in her pussy but that is too much to ask.”

“Brenda, your hand feels great down there. Alright, I’ll give it a try, but no promises.” Just then they heard the bedroom door open and they quickly parted as Brenda took a seat across from the couch. Dale and Brenda gasped and nearly passed out when they saw how hot Pam looked in the nightie.

“My God, Mom, what’s that you are wearing?” Brenda asked as her mom walked passed her swaying her ass sensually in Brenda’s face as she went.

“Pam, you look amazing,” Dale stammered out. He wanted to shout out something about how could she wear something like that in front of their daughter but in light of what Brenda wanted him to do he decided that it was pointless. He patted the couch cushion signaling Pam to sit next to him.

The trio exchanged small talk about the party Pam had been at and the other non-sexual parts of the day. Dale was surprised that Pam had sat down so that their thighs were touching. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth he gently placed his hand on her knee and began caressing her. Gradually his hand worked its way to her mid thigh and he put his other arm around her and leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek.

As he slid his arm more fully around her shoulder so that his fingertips were just touching the top of the meaty part of her breast a concerned look came over Pam’s face. She was truly enjoying his attention, but this was not the place. She pressed her lips against his ear, causing her nightie to slide up showing Brenda her undies while stabbing him with one of her nipples, and whispered, “Panty man, let’s go to the bedroom for this.”

“Let’s stay here just a bit longer so I can drive you mad,” he whispered back. Then putting a hand on her chin he pulled her to look him in the eye and gave her a soft sensual kiss lightly pushing his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues danced together merrily before Pam sat back in position. Pulling her closer Dale’s hand crept further up her thigh.

“If you two are talking about not wanting to make out in front of me don’t worry about it. I’ve watched plenty of my friends smooch and much more so it’s no big deal. Besides it is kind of cute and even a little sexy to see you guys like that,” Brenda spoke trying to use her most reassuring voice. Not wanting to scare his wife off Dale simply kept rubbing Pam’s upper leg and shoulder for a couple of minutes while she thought over the situation. Then turning he flicked his tongue out and nibbled on her ear.

Pam felt herself melting as she had always been an easy conquest for her husband. She reasoned there was no harm in a little kissing and light petting in front of their daughter. The gusset of her panties was already getting wet as she leaned into Dale and passionately kissed him while running her hand over his strong chest. Their tongues did a furious tango as their hands crazily explored gaziantep ucuz escort bayan one another’s backsides.

Shivers went up Brenda’s spine as she watched her parent’s necking getting more and more serious. Her dad had gotten a hand on her Mom’s panties right in the middle of the ass cheek and was softly kneading it. As her dad nibbled on her mom’s neck her mother unbuttoned Dale’s shirt. To Brenda’s amazement it was clear that her mother had already forgotten she was there; she wasn’t sure about her dad.

Looking on Brenda’s honey was beginning to flow and she reached under her blouse and toyed with her breasts pushing her bra out of the way just as her father laid her mother flat on the couch. As Dale pulled the nightie off of Pam’s shoulders revealing her twin mounds she was unfastening his pants. Brenda was disappointed by what her dad said next, “Pam, remember our little girl is watching.”

The truth was, however, that Pam’s lust was in overdrive from the earlier sessions with her husband and daughter. Grinding her tits in Dale’s face she pushed his pants and briefs down showing Brenda his tiny ass. Roaring she answered him, “Let the little slut get her own cock because if she wants this one she will just have to wait.”

Neither Dale nor Brenda thought that Pam was going to let Dale fuck his daughter figuring it was just the lust talking. For the second time in just a few days Brenda watched as her mom yanked on her dad’s prick. She wasn’t being at all gentle as with every yank Dale grunted. Climbing off the sofa Dale stood beside Pam as she continued to give his cock a workout while he leaned down and pulled off the nightie and teal panties.

Upon seeing this Brenda threw her clothes aside and used both hands on her cunt caressing the lips before jabbing a couple of fingers in and out of it while her other hand concentrated on her turgid joy button. Dale exclaimed, “Oh shit, Pam, I am on fucking fire! God, your body is fucking amazing.”

“Then give me the fucking panties and get this thing inside of me my Panty man,” Pam eagerly responded. Brenda didn’t believe that they were about to fuck right in front of her. This was not the parents she had grown up with, or maybe they had kept most of it hidden from her. As Brenda looked on, frozen in place, Dale carefully laid the silky undies on Pam’s boobies. As he placed a hand on each side of Pam’s shoulders getting into position she dropped one leg to the floor spreading herself wide open for him.

Brenda walked over closer so she could get a better view of the action that was unfolding in front of her. Picking up her undies Pam did what she had done dozens of times before and rubbed the material all over her chest while her husband was finding the opening of her cunt with his big cock. Their daughter’s fingers were busily working on her own pussy transfixed by what she saw.

Just as Dale’s cock bottomed out in Pam’s twat the two woman’s eyes met. At first a look of shock came over the older woman’s face but then she remembered that Brenda had never left. Figuring it was too late to undo things now Pam simply smiled up at her daughter and wrapped her arms around Dale’s back pulling him tighter into her.

It wasn’t long before Dale and Pam found their rhythm and he was traveling briskly in and out of her slippery pussy. Moving a hand from his back Pam removed the panties from her nipples and started playing with them between their two faces. It was then that Brenda got a Wonderfully sinister idea.

Practically skipping over to where she had dropped her own panties Brenda scooped them up and headed straight for the couch. Without a doubt these were her sexiest pair of underwear and she had put them on to try and seduce her father again later, but now she had a better idea. They were silk lemon bikinis with lace accents around the edges. The cotton crotch was large and retained a lot of cunt drippings.

Feverishly Brenda rubbed her undies against her cunt hole collecting her juices. Watching her mother playing with her own panties Brenda picked a moment when Pam was in pure ecstasy to grab the teal pair and quickly replace it with her own soaked yellow pair. To her own surprise Brenda was soon licking and sniffing her mom’s panties.

Dale and Pam did not miss a beat as Pam continued toying with Brenda’s panties sharing them with her husband. Their hips were banging hard against each other with each thrust of Dale’s cock. Her parent’s mouths and noses furiously worked over Brenda’s panties. The girl knew it wouldn’t be long before she came with all of this stimulation so she leaned down and queried, “Do you guys like your baby girl’s dirty cunt honey filled panties? Are you both gonna cum smelling and tasting what came from my honey pot?”

Both parents were too far gone and upon hearing Brenda’s questions began fucking even harder losing all control. Pam dropped gaziantep ukraynalı escort bayan Brenda’s panties to her mouth and Dale leaned down and passionately kissed her hard right through the material. His balls were slapping against his wife’s crotch as she writhed in sexual bliss under him. Pam hollered out, “Come on, cum fucker, cum inside of me, oh yes fill me up, bastard.”

“Sweet bitch, I am fucking cumming; you wanted it you got, shit!” With that he let lose onto the walls of Pam’s cunt. It wasn’t a big load, but considering all of the action earlier he was surprised he shot that much. Exhausted Dale and Pam fell into each other’s arms. Brenda’s yellow undies were laying between Pam’s shoulder and head, so Brenda reached down to reclaim them.

“These are mine so I’ll take them. Guess what, none of us has to worry anymore about wearing clothing around each other.” The last statement seemed silly but it was true as she admired her mother’s cum soaked pussy and her father’s limp prick Brenda put back on her lemon panties. Then leaning down she gave her mother a quick kiss while squeezing her breast and then kissed her dad giving his withered dick a tug.

Not giving her parents a chance to say anything Brenda scampered out of the room and climbed under the covers. For their part, Pam and Dale just laid together not knowing what to say or do. Emotions were spinning out of control as they knew what had just happened was very wrong. But, neither of them could admit what a turn on it had been let alone that they had each had sex with their daughter or even worse that they would like to have a threesome with her.

Five minutes must have passed before either of them moved. Dale climbed off of Pam and sat upright on the sofa followed by Pam pulling her legs out from behind his back and swinging her body up beside him. Dale spoke first, “That was so fucking amazing Pam, but I am so fucking confused.”

“Fuck yes, on both counts; but, I think we both suspect something because Brenda wouldn’t just watch us like that unless something had changed around here.” Pam knew her daughter like the back of her hand and now realized she wouldn’t have made a pass at her unless something was also going on between her and her father. She was mad at herself for not thinking of this in the heat of lust when Brenda had her fingers up her skirt.

“Like what,” was all Dale could muster being careful not to be the one to reveal a secret of this proportion. He had to be sure before he said something he would regret as he wasn’t sure Pam would really make out with their daughter.

“Like I would be willing to bet that she has now slept with both of us.” Dale’s jaw dropped as he couldn’t believe in so few words she had both confessed of lesbianism with their daughter and accused him of fucking their baby. Both of their faces turned crimson and nothing needed to be said.

“So what do we do next,” Dale asked. He wasn’t sure that he wanted the answer as he really wanted to keep fucking both of them not really caring if Pam and Brenda continued sharing each other. This thought started to bring his erection back to life.

“I don’t know sweetheart; why don’t we sleep on it and see what happens tomorrow?” Pam’s mind was racing and judging by her husband’s erection she thought she knew what he wanted to do. Picking up their stray clothing they walked back to their room and slept snuggled in each other’s arms.

Dale awoke in the morning to his wife giving him a kiss goodbye as there was a door buster sale she needed to get to at the local department store. She wanted to talk things out but the sale was only good until noon and she had to get some new jeans even if it meant Dale and Brenda might get together again.

Just the little peck she had given him had awoken Dale’s cock and remembering yesterday’s events he laid there and thought about making a trip down the hall to Brenda’s room. At first he resisted as he began to stroke his prick. Somehow this seemed very unsatisfying to him. The more he rubbed himself the less he felt like he was going to cum as he knew where he could get a real pussy. Giving in after a couple of minutes he climbed out of his bed and took the short walk.

Gently he pushed Brenda’s door open and looked at her bed. There she was laying on top of the covers totally nude other than those silky lemon yellow panties. The naked man strolled over to the bedside and gently sat on the edge. Wasting no time he placed his big firm hands on her large ass cheeks and began caressing her silky butt. Sleepily turning her head toward him the girl said, “Good morning, are you going to fuck me this morning?”

“Do you want me to fuck you, little girl,” he asked exploring the silky crotch. Brenda reached down and wrapped her fingers around his member.

“Oh yes, daddy, I want your big cock in my little bitty pussy. Daddy, I want to gaziantep üniversiteli escort bayan be your little fuck slut.” As she said this she sat up beside him and then planted a masterful sensual kiss on his lips. Hotter than ever Dale grabbed her twin globes and sucked them in turn into his mouth while she teased his pecker and balls.

It didn’t take long before Brenda was sprawled out on the bed, legs wide apart, with her father’s head shoved up against her crotch sucking her cunt through the material but he was so worked up that this didn’t last long. Soon, he was on top of her pummeling her tight twat like a machine gun with his big cock.

Brenda pounded the bed with her fists as thrust after thrust lifted her off of the bed. Her father’s face was contorted as he strained with each downward motion. Both lovers were gasping for air as they came closer and closer to the mountain top. One last loud grunt and Dale released a flood of spunk into his little girl’s pussy just as wave after wave of orgasm was rushing over her. He kissed her on the forehead and thanked her.

Hurriedly Dale left the room feeling a bit guilty and also feeling very wonderful. He knew his wife would help figure things out when she got home. A half an hour later Dale was in the living room and had gotten dressed when Brenda came in all cleaned up but wearing nothing but those sexy yellow panties. He was opening his mouth to tell her to put some clothes on when instead the front door opened and in walked Pam.

Brenda had been looking out her window to see when her mom pulled up so she could time her appearance in the front room perfectly. Pam was only mildly surprised to see her daughter almost nude. Dropping her packages on a side table she glanced at her husband and noticed the enormous bulge in his pants as Brenda ran over to her and gave her a peck on the lips purring, “Hi mommy.”

“Brenda, what do you think you are doing traipsing around the house like that?” Pam asked this question trying to sound very stern but at the same time wanting to grab one of her daughter’s tits and suck it into her mouth. She also knew that given the slightest nod from her Dale would be all over both of them as oversexed as he was.

“Well, remember I told you last night that we didn’t have to worry about how we dressed around each other after I saw daddy’s big cock fuck your sweet tasting pussy. After all, mommy, I watched you and dad both sniff and kiss my nasty panties; this very pair that I have on.” With one hand Brenda pinched her nipples while she sensually ran her other hand over her undies. “Dear, that should have never happened. That was a one time thing; it was wrong,” Pam gulped as she spoke She knew full well that if Brenda didn’t go back to her room things were bound to happen.

“I don’t believe you, mom! I bet that if you sniffed my panties right now the three of us would be making love in seconds. Come on, mom, I dare you to sniff my nasty panties. If you don’t start making love with me in one minute I will go back to my room and get dressed.” Pam thought about it and decided to take her daughter’s challenge hoping to resist so that she could put off the inevitable until they could talk about it and decide how far they wanted to go.

“You promise that if I don’t try to make love to you in one minute you will get dressed and we will talk this over like adults.”

“Yes, mommy I promise. Daddy you count to sixty for us. Ok, sweet mommy bury your face in your little girl’s crotch.” Judging from what she had witnessed Brenda figured her mom would not make it quite the whole minute. Pam slid to the floor and once her face was against the bright yellow material Dale started counting.

He counted very slowly making it clear that he wanted a family orgy. He needn’t have worried as Brenda’s Panties reeked of her sweet cunt and by the time he reached the count of five Pam was already caressing her daughter’s butt and boobs. By fifteen she was pinching Brenda’s nipples between her thumb and fingers. At thirty she was sucking the juices from Brenda’s panties and when he reached forty she threw off her blouse and bra while moaning deeply.

Dale stopped counting and scurried from his chair, stripped and joined his wife and daughter. Planting kisses all over Brenda’s silky ass Dale was in pure heaven hoping his wife would not come to her senses. Pam began kissing up her daughter’s belly and noticed that Dale had joined them. In resignation she whispered, “Ok, baby I guess you win; but your daddy needs to get the package of rubbers so you don’t get pregnant before we get you on the pill.”

Dale was relieved that the only obstacle to both of these sexy ladies was he had to run and get a box of condoms. Not wasting any time he got to his feet and ran to the night stand in the bedroom and grabbed a supply. Meanwhile, both ladies were on their feet passionately kissing and caressing. He got back just in time to see Pam kick off her shoes as Brenda pushed his wife’s skirt down revealing an almost identical pair of yellow panties.

Squeezing each other tightly mother and daughter were grinding hard against one another. Dale wasn’t sure how to join in. Finally, they broke apart and Brenda motioned him over. Both ladies took a turn kissing him. Hands were busily pinching, pulling, rubbing, caressing and squeezing whatever body part they could reach.

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