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At a conference in Ft. Lauderdale, there were about 350 people there who all looked like they were serious about conferencing. You could tell by the way they carried their notebooks everywhere they went and by the copious amount of notes they took as the speakers gave their presentation. I wasn’t too wild about the conference, but I had attended because I was staffing the display booth our company had there.

Just before the break for dinner, this lady came to my booth more to see what goodies I was giving away than to find out what our company had to offer. There were very few people hanging around the display area because I think many of them had gone outside the building for dinner at a restaurant. This gave me a lot of alone time with the lady, and we talked about everything under the sun.

“Isn’t this conference the shits?” she said.

“It’s not my best one, that’s for sure,” I told her. I also explained that it was my turn to staff the booth this year.

“Poor Baby,” she said. “I only came here to get away from my asshole husband.”

I thought to myself that this lady was looking for something and it wasn’t what I was giving away from the company.

“How would you like to go for a later dinnere after the display area closes?” I asked her.

“Well, now, isn’t this my lucky day! I suppose you gathered that I was interested in finding someone to chum around with, so the answer is yes. I’d love to go eat with you.”

When she said that, I sort of had a bit of grin on the corner of my mouth because I didn’t think she was aware of here double-entendre.

“I saw that smile, Buddy. By the way, my name is Jennifer–not Jennie, please. What’s yours?” she asked.

I told her my name and suggested we meet around 7:30 and we could go out for dinner. She was staying at the same hotel as I was, so it was easy to meet her.

She said, “I’m in Room 1315. Call me anytime. Maybe we could have drinks first.”

“Hey, I’m just down the hall from you. I’m in 1328. Yeah, I’ll see how things work out here.” I said.

About 30 minutes later, I closed the booth for the night and went back to my room and showered. My dick was quite hard as I soaped up thinking that Jennifer might be the one to take the boredom away from this conference.

I had just gotten out of the shower when the phone rang.

“You like white wine?” the voice asked.

I figured it must be Jennifer and I told her that I did. She invited me to her room for a drink before we went out for dinner. I told her I just had to get dressed and I’ll be along. I put on a white shirt under this candy-apple red cashmere sweater I had gotten for Christmas, black slacks and checked myself in the mirror before I left my room.

I walked up to her room and tapped on the door.

“It’s open gaziantep escort bayan haberleri a bit, Bruce. Come on in.”

I walked into her room; and before I could say anything she said, “Wow, that’s a hot looking sweater. You look terrific.”

I thanked her for the compliment and took one look at her. She was wearing a white blouse which highlighted her ample tits. The first two buttons were undone; but from where I was standing, nothing was revealed.

I walked over to her window; and since she was on the opposite side of the hall, her room faced the water. I pulled back the curtain so I could look out and said to her, “What a great view.”

She said, “Yeah, not bad from here either.”

I turned around and looked at her and said, “Thanks, Goregous.”

She came over to me and said, “Let’s go out on the balcony and get some fresh air.”

We opened the patio doors and went outside with our wine. I leaned against the railing, and she came and stood beside me. When she did, I could down her blouse that still had the top two buttons undone. She was wearing a black lace, underwire bra which pushed her tits up and together. They looked amazing.

We stood side-by-side with our bodies touching. I was still stealing glances at her tits and she knew it.

“It’s funny that you wore a red sweater tonight because I had a red outfit picked out. You would have liked it because it also included a red bra like this one; and since you are enjoying the black one I have on, it would have been even more exciting for you. Maybe I’ll wear it tomorrow.”

“I’m sorry, Jennifer, but I couldn’t help but notice your breasts. They are so beautiful and seem so tight and full.” I apologized to her.

“Don’t apologize, Bruce. I think by now that you realize this is intentional. I have been so lonely that I would do anything to make you love me and to make you want me.”

I just couldn’t move fast enough to pull her around to face me so I could kiss her. I gave her a long, passionate kiss that had both of us exploring each other with our tongues. Our bodies were grinding together, and I’m sure she could feel my hard-on sticking into her crotch. I let my hands go around her back and I lifted her blouse out of her skirt. All I could feel right now was soft, warm skin and it felt good.

“Bruce, this feels so good to have your arms around me and to feel your hands on my bare skin. If you don’t do something else soon, I’m going to explode, she said as her body was shaking.

“Do you want to make love, Jennifer?” I asked her.

“No, I want to fuck and I want to fuck hard.” she almost screamed.

I slowly guided her back to the bed while I was kissing her. When the back of her legs touched the bed, I gaziantep escort hikayeleri started undressing her. I unbuttoned her blouse and got to feel those beautiful tits even though she still had her blouse on. Then, I reached behind her and unbuttoned the button and pulled down the zipper of her skirt. I slid both hands into her skirt to pull it down, but she quickly realized that I needed help, so she pulled her skirt down and kicked it away.

“Stand back, Honey, and let me admire this beautiful sight,” I told her. She looked like a goddess standing there in her black bra and black bikini panties.

“Fuck you look good, Jennifer. Good enough to eat. Hey, where did I hear something about eating before?”

“Not so soon, Bruce. I want to see that hard cock you have been pushing into me.” and with that she started to undress me. In no time I was standing there with absolutely nothing on but a hard-on.

“Your cock looks good, Bruce. I want to taste it.”

She dropped down to her knees and took my dick in her mouth, not just a little bit but all the way. I let her suck it for about one minute, then I pulled her back up to her feet and pushed her down on the bed.

I reached up to hold her tits when she took off her bra in one quick movement. I sucked around the top of her tits and all around the sides and bottom. Then I went for her nipples. At first they were not really hard nipples, but those nice, soft puffy nipples that I really like. I only got to enjoy it for a little bit before her nips became hard and elongated.

“That’s so nice, Bruce. Suck my nipples harder.” she coaxed, but it didn’t take much coaxing.

I sucked a little more, then I started working my way down her belly and played there for a while. Still kissing her belly, I put my thumbs in the top of her panties and started to slide them down. She lifted her ass so I could take them off all the way. Slowly, I kissed her all around her pussy, concentrating on her inner thighs. When I let my lips glide over her cunt lips, she just said, “Oh my God. It’s so nice.”

I licked the outer sides of her pussy and she dropped her hands down to pull her pussy lips open for me. She didn’t have to tell me what to do. I just let my tongue do the work for me.

“Bruce, suck my cunt. Put your tongue in and make me cum. Fuck me with it, Bruce. I don’t think I can last much longer. Make me cum.”

I did as I was told and within minutes she gave me a taste of her cum juice as her body shuddered violently for about one full minute.

“That was so fucking good, Bruce. I have been waiting for something like this for so long. Will you let me suck your dick now?” she asked.

“Sure, Jennifer. Do you want me to tittie-fuck you while you suck?” gaziantep escort bayan ilanları I asked her.

“Man, yes. Let’s do it,” she exclaimed.

I moved my body up so my knees were on each side of her upper body. I put my cock between her tits, but she had to pull me up by the dick to get it close enough to her mouth. (Note to self: Get cock extender.) Her tits were large enough to make a nice area of cleavage to hold my cock, and she was flexible enough to bring her head forward to suck me.

I was a master at multi-tasking here because I was able to fuck her tits and her mouth all at one time.

“Suck it, Jennifer. Lick the head of my cock. Do you want me to play with your pussy again?” I asked her.

“Yes, give me some fingers in my cunt. Let me know when you are going to cum because I want to taste it.”

As she sucked me, I finger-fucked her and it was the best twenty minutes of my life. I was at the pinnacle here and I told her,

“I’m going to cum, Jennifer.”

With that, she took my cock out of her mouth and gently pushed me back a bit so that my dick was still pointed at her.

“Go ahead, Honey, give me that cum. I want to see it spurt out.”

I came, and she watched as the cum hit her in her chin before she slid forward and took the rest of it in her mouth. I kept my fingers moving in her cunt as she kept sucking and drawing as much cum out of me as I had left.

Exhausted, I rolled over on my back and so did she. I reached over again and put two fingers back in her pussy.

“Bruce, will you fuck me later? I want to feel a man’s hard cock in my pussy again.” she asked.

“Of course I will, Jennifer. I’ll fuck you whenever you’re ready, but first I have to regain some energy. Want to eat first?” I told her.

“Eat? As in cock pussy or steak and potatoes?” She asked. Pretty funny girl, I thought.

“Real food will make me strong. Pussy meat will make me horny and we’ll never got to a table,” I told her.

We went out for dinner where she told me all about her marriage and that although they were still living in the same house, his apartment was basically the family room in their basement. She related how fortunate they were that they did not have children.

“Bruce, this was one of the best nights I’ve had for over three years. Let’s hang out for the rest of the conference. I really want more.”

Three more nights of Jennifer were more than I could ever have imagined. Here I am, a guy who is neither good looking nor well-built with one of the most gorgeous girls wanting me. Life’s good.!

We had a great time for the next three nights. We sucked each other; we fucked missionary style, doggie style, from the back, and from the side. She even wanted me to fuck her ass, but I just couldn’t go any further than playing with it.

Before we left Ft. Lauderdale, we fired up her laptop and made two phony e-mail accounts on hotmail so that no one would suspect anything if the computer screen were left unattended. I have two fantastic, horny messages that she sent me while she was at work. Maybe some day I will share them if anyone is interested.

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Drop me a line to give me some feedback. Bruce

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There has never been any question left unanswered when it comes to my personal preferences. I adore older men. I’ve reached a pivotal point in my life that allows me to spend most of my time devoted to the men I adore. I am an avid cook, maybe a few steps just below an accomplished chef de cuisine I like to think, I’m chuckling, I’m a damn good cook. In any case, a few of my gentleman friends asked if I would consider giving them a few pointers in the kitchen. Contrary to what you may think, I do have male friends who have never been anything more than plutonic relationships.

Many of my boys, I always refer to them as “My Boys” never had the time to learn the basics or had no reason to make the kitchen part of their daily routines. I started a weekly group meeting and would choose a particular menu, send out an e-mail, and spend a few hours in the afternoon instructing.

The people I met were wonderful and I had a great time. One of the extra added surprises was that many of the seniors I met had family recipes going back to when they children. I may have been the instructor but I learned quite a lot along the way.

I received a call from a gentleman who was wondering if he could invite a few of his friends over for a group lesson. It seems that he had made a few of the recipes I’d given him for his buddies and they wanted to cook them for other friends and family.

I arrived at Stuart’s home at precisely noon. There were a few extra cars in the driveway so I suspected his group had already arrived. I could hear the laughing and talking as I got closer to the door. I knocked and heard the familiar “Come on in.”

“Well, there you are Layla; I’ve got the boys all ready for today’s lesson.”

I walked ahead of Stuart into the kitchen and sure enough there were five other fellows waiting for the lesson to begin.

“This is Layla guys; she’s the lovely lady who taught me to cook. So, let me introduce you to the guys Layla.”

Dennis was a man in his late sixties and had recently moved to the community. He lost his wife a few years prior and with his kids grown he just decided he’d move to a warmer climate and spend the rest of his days playing golf and fishing.

Mike, he was a retired railroad man. He and his wife lived just up the street from Stuart and he wanted to learn how to cook a meal for his wife. Mike was seventy seven and he and his wife Ann just celebrated their fiftieth wedding anniversary.

Ted and Leo were brothers who Dennis has known for many years; in fact it was the brothers who convinced him to move into the community when he lost his wife. Ted was the older brother and clearly the stronger personality. Leo was a much laid back man, quiet and reserved. The brothers lived a few streets down and had been here for many years. I guessed they were close in age and probably well into their seventies.

Al, a retired fireman met Stuart on the golf course. He was a very happy fellow; the smile never left his face. It seems that Al had his eye on a certain lady and wanted to invite her for dinner, the problem was Al didn’t know very much about cooking. I laughed when he said that at his age, 73, he hoped that the old adage “You can’t teach on old dog new tricks” didn’t apply to him.

“Well, I’m impressed Stuart, it great to see that these fine gentlemen thought enough of your cuisine to want to learn how to do it themselves, I’d say I have created a chef.”

The afternoon was quite a success. We made a basic salad, and vinaigrette that everyone enjoyed. The main course was a simple beef and vegetable soup with a rich beef and wine broth, garlic bread with a cheese topping. Dessert was a simple pound cake, some fresh strawberries and homemade whipped crème which I must admit was the ultimate hit of the whole meal.

The afternoon had flown by and it was already after four. The friends had a good time, cracking jokes, teasing each other and just having fun. One by one as they left they thanked me for the lesson and said it would be great if we could do it again. Stuart’s wife Debbie had returned from her lunch with a friend, we spoke for a few minutes and I said my goodbyes.

I had a few errands to run on the way home and finally arrived just after six. The afternoon was very rewarding. There is something to be said with doing something for others just because. I saw that there was a message on my machine and stopped to see who it was.

“Hello, this is Ted; we met this afternoon at Stu’s. My brother Leo and I were wondering if we could have you come to our place for a few more lessons. Give me a call.”

Ted left his number and I thought I’d call after dinner.

“Hello”

“Hello is this Ted, this is Layla how are you?”

“Oh, hello Layla, thanks for calling me back.”

“I’m glad you and Leo had such a good time this afternoon, so much so that you’d like a few more lessons is that right?”

“Yeah, me and my brother are lousy cooks; mostly we eat out or just throw something frozen in the oven. We got to talking on the way home and I decided gaziantep escort bayan sitesi to give you a call and see if you have any time to teach us a few more recipes.”

“You did very well today, so sure I can do that, when would you like to get together, I’m busy tomorrow but any day after that is fine.”

“Okay, well good, how about Friday?”

“That’s fine Ted, how about ten o’clock Friday morning that will give us a good part of the day. Is there anything special you’d like to try?”

“Leo and I have a few idea’s,so just come on over and we’ll see how it goes. I’ll make sure we go shopping tomorrow so we have all the things we need. Maybe if we do okay you can stay for dinner?”

“I actually don’t have any plans for the evening so okay, that sounds like fun. I’ll see you on Friday morning.”

Ted gave me directions and the plans were made. I was happy with the prospect of teaching the brothers how to cook good wholesome food. Older people don’t always eat well and if I could give them what they needed I was thrilled to help.

Friday morning was here before I knew it. I showered and dressed and got to their house at just about ten o’clock. The brothers lived in a very secluded part of the community. Their home was at the end of a road that only had one other house on it at the very beginning of the street. The house was small but well kept. The lawn was mowed and they actually had some really pretty landscaping. I parked in the driveway and walked to the door admiring the beautifuk flowers. Ted had evidently watched me pull in and was already waiting to greet me.

“Good morning Ted, what a beautiful yard you have, someone spends quite a bit of time out here.”

“Leo and I had a landscaping business for almost forty five years before we sold it and retired. These hot summers got too much for us and the old bodies gave out. We still like working in the dirt so we keep it looking nice as we can.

Come on in.”

Ted stepped aside and I walked into a very lovely home. I must admit I wasn’t expecting it. Two older men living together don’t usually take the time to keep a house so nice. Leo was in the living room and got up to say hello when Ted closed the door.

“Hello Layla, we’re sure glad you could come over, I’m pretty tired of frozen food and going out.”

“It’s my pleasure Leo, nice to see you again. So did you have time to go shopping?”

“Yes we did, we like chicken so we bought that and a few other things. How about we go in the kitchen and get started.”

Over the next few hours I showed the boys how to clean and season a roasting chicken. They also brought in some potato’s and told me they liked creamy things so maybe we could make some scalloped potatoes they remember having them as kids and really enjoyed them. We cleaned and peeled some fresh carrots and I showed them how easy it was to season them and put them in oven to roast along with the chicken.

“Layla we got some sweet cream so you could show us again how to whip it up. Leo here is a milk man, he loves milky things. I like it too but my favorite is juicy dishes.”

We made the whipped cream and Leo was like a little boy he wanted to lick the beaters. I watched him swirl his tongue around making sure he got every drop. They had some very nice strawberries and we cleaned them and put them in some sugar to get syrupy.

“There’s nothing like a mouthful of sweet juice, all sticky and running down your chin is there Leo.”

Ted licked the spoon and sucked every drop until it was clean.

Once the oven was full all we had to do was let the oven do it’s magic for a couple of hours and dinner would be ready.

“It’s going to be about two hours so how about a glass of sweet tea Layla?”

“That’s sounds good, thank you Ted.”

“Leo, why don’t you take Layla into the living room and I’ll get us some tea.”

Leo walked me into the living room and I followed him admiring their home.

“Why don’t we sit here on the couch Layla?”

Leo and I sat down, I was in the middle and he was on my right. We chatted about the meal we had made and in a few minutes Ted came in with a tray of tea and some cookies. I was impressed; they were very much the gentlemen and seemed excited about the meal we put together.

“We didn’t make these cookies but they are pretty good. Maybe we can learn how to make some sometime.”

“I’d be happy to teach you how to bake Ted. What else do you like?”

Ted settled in next to me on my left and there I was sitting between the two of them on the couch.

“Well, to be honest we like sweet things, and of course Leo loves his milk. I like things I can sink my teeth into and chew on. I like things wet and gooey. There’s nothing like sucking on a nice big dark sweet cherry and letting the juice fill up your mouth. Leo and I are always looking for that special thing we can both get into.”

We laughed and then Ted continued to speak.

“So, Layla, Stu told us you’re a single gaziantep escort bayan forum lady is that right?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Well me and Leo here were real happy to see you the other day at Stu’s, besides being a real good cook, you’re exactly the type of woman we like. We like a woman to look like a woman, no skinny ladies for us. If you don’t mind me saying, you have curves in all the right places. It’s real nice to see that you have a real liking of good food and like to eat it. If I could be blunt we like the way you’re built.”

I was slightly surprised at the words that came out of Ted’s mouth but to be honest I was also becoming just a little excited.

“Oh, well exactly what do you mean?”

“You have a real nice figure. Leo couldn’t stop talking about you all the way. Look we’re all adults, so can I speak plainly?”

I was suddenly very interested in what these two had to say.

“Of course go right ahead.”

“Leo here is a tittie man. He loves nice big tits to play with, don’t you Leo?’

I turned to look at Leo and he smiling as he spoke.

“Oh yeah, I love big titties, hell I could play with a pair of big titties for hours. I like watching them swing around and bounce up and down. When the nipples get good and hard I like to suck on them and get them even bigger. I bet you like your nipples sucked don’t you Layla?”

I was both surprised and genuinely aroused. I wanted to hear more. You may be thinking I should have stopped this manner of speaking but I was intrigued by these two brothers. I decided to let the tone of the banter continue and answered honestly.

“I do like that, very much.”

“See Ted, I told you, a woman with big jugs like hers likes a good long nipple sucking. The longer those babies get attention the more she likes it, and then the part you like gets good and primed.”

These two had obviously spoken at length about yours truly.

“Leo, I like a good pair of tits as much as you do, as a matter of fact, I like a little nipple action myself, but what I like more is how juicy the pussy gets when you’re playing with the tits. Get some good tit playing going and pretty soon the pussy is hot and wet. You get your fingers in that pussy and rub it real good, and in next to no time you know just where that sweet cherry pit is. You know what I believe Leo, a nice round firm pair of tits with hard suck on me nipples means a sweet juicy swollen clit isn’t far away. That’s what makes us such a good pair Leo, while you’re chewing away on these tits I’ll get right down there sucking me some sweet pussy.”

I sat completely surprised and honestly stunned. These two wasted no time in telling me exactly what they were thinking. I suspected that Ted was the stronger personality when I met the boys at Stuart’s, Leo it turns out is quite capable of speaking up for himself. My head was spinning, I could just get up and leave and that would be the end of this, or, I could stay right where I was and see where this was going, what do you think I did?”

“I think you boys need to slow down here. I’m honestly surprised at where this conversation is going,”

“It’s going where ever you let us go. You sure do have a pretty big set of tits; Leo’s been talking about you since we saw you at the cooking lesson. I think your sweet pussy is already wet; your big stiff nips are sticking straight out just beggin to be played with. How about you sit back and let us get to It.?

I was crazy with lust for these two. I wanted the talking to stop and the action to start. How would it look if i simply agreed to their plan. Apparently Ted had no intention of waiting for my decision; he took my silence as the answer he was hoping for.

“Leo, why don’t you reach out and get to work with these big titties, I think this little lady is ready for some brotherly lovin.”

Leo wasted no time in reaching for me. His old bony hands were all over me, squeezing and rubbing, he found my nipple through my blouse and grabbed onto it, pinching and twisting.

“Oh yeah, these are real nice nipples, hard and big already and I haven’t even got my mouth on them yet.”

Leo bent his head forward and clinched my right nipple between his teeth and started biting it. I let my head fall back against the couch and was helpless. I watched this old man chewing on my nipple through my bra and blouse and he was driving me crazy. He let the now stiff nipple out of his mouth and began pinching the other one.

“I need to get this tittie out in the open so I can see it up close.”

He let go of my nipple and reached into the top of my blouse into my bra and pulling the blouse down he lifted my right breast up and out into the air.

“Look at that tittie topper, Oh yeah; I’m going to have to suck this real good.”

“Just like we thought, nipples the size of hard candy, the kind that you can roll around on your tongue and suck real hard, Leo I think you might be right, these titties were just waiting for a pair escort bayan gaziantep of lips to get to work and put a hard chewing on them.”

Leo licked my nipple round and round and bit it over and over. He wrapped both hands around my breast and squeezed until the nipple was sitting hard and stiff on top. He closed his lips around the hard knob and sucked like he was a staving baby. Pursed lips slurped, he whipped his long tongue around my throbbing nipple and I heard myself moaning.

“I think I’ll get me a little bite of this big tittie too Leo, looks real sweet and tasty.”

Ted opened the buttons of my blouse and pulled my bra down until my left breast was completely free and exposed. He lifted it to his mouth and latched onto my protruding nipple and sucked hard. The sounds of sucking and slurping were maddening. I looked down at these two sucking on my tits and I swear it almost made me cum.

“I told you she would love it didn’t I Ted, these tits were ready for a good sucking, I saw these tittie toppers get hard the other day and knew right then she wanted us to bring her here and play with her.”

“Is he right, you like us old boys sucking these tits of yours don’t you?”

How could I deny what he already knew was the truth.

“Yes, I love it, please don’t stop.”

And they didn’t, they took my blouse completely off and unclasped my bra. Leo pulled me up and had me standing in between them while they sat on the couch each of them sucking and biting my nipples.

“Smell that Leo, that’s prime wet hot juicy pussy. I think I need to check and see if it’s ready for me, I think it is. Let’s see if I’m right.”

Ted let go of me and got off the couch, crouching down on the floor between my legs. In a matter of a second he spread my feet apart and reached up under my skirt.

“Let’s see if it’s ready, I’m going to slip my little finger in here and check it out so you keep sucking those tits Leo.”

He reached into my panties and when he touched my lips I nearly screamed. He was looking right into my eyes when he moved his finger slowly up and down my wet slit, licking his lips and driving me wild.

“Oh, it’s ready; this is one gushing river of pussy juice. Hot pussy is made for licking, nice and smooth, this lady keeps the grass mowed real close, just the way I like it. I think I need a taste.”

Ted pulled his finger out and put it in his mouth, stopping to smell it first. I watched his tongue slowly moving up and down his crooked old finger, licking it clean, and not wasting a drop.

“This is prime pussy Leo, sweet creamy and wet. I think it’s time to get her ready for me. Let’s get her down on the couch; you sit down behind her so you can keep working those jugs you love so much.”

Leo got up, spread his legs apart and motioned for me to sit between them. Ted was leaning back waiting for me to be in the right position. Leo’s hands reached under my arms and he was swiftly back to work pulling and rolling my nipples. Ted got up on his knees and dragged me to edge of the couch.

“Spread your legs open for me, nice and wide.”

Ted took hold of my ankles and put my feet on the edge of the coffee table behind him. He leaned closer to me and just took a long deep breath.

“There is nothing sweeter than wet pussy. I think I’ll just touch it a little bit.”

I was trembling, I wanted him to touch me, and I wanted it now.

I followed his hand when he flattened his palm and rubbed my crotch up and down. My clit was so hard and stiff I felt each movement of his hand.

“Ohhh, yeah, I can feel the cherry Leo, its real hard and standing up nice and big. I think I’ll pull these panties to the side here and take a look.”

I felt his fingers curl under the crotch of my panties and pull them away from me.

“Look at this, sticky, juicy, wet hot pussy with a big get down and suck me cherry stickin out. I gotta have me a good taste, can’t wait another minute.”

My eyes watched him open his mouth, slowly sticking his old tongue out, moving closer and closer, until I felt it touch me. Ted’s long hard tongue licked me from the bottom of my pussy real slow stopping at the top of my lips to wrap his lips around my clit. I was almost crying it felt so good.

“Oh that’s it brother, suck that cherry real good, let me see you tongue it real good, you were right Ted, that’s a fine big juicy cherry, and you can suck it up and down real good. This lady’s clitty is as big as these nipples, you were right. Listen to her Ted, she loves it, suck her good and make her cum in your mouth. That’s what you want isn’t it, you want him to suck you hard so you cum don’t you. You know what, I’m going to get up and suck these tits real hard, me and Ted, he’s on your clit and I’m on your tits, we’re going to give you a real hard cum.”

Leo, slipped out from behind me and got down on the couch next to me, he grabbed both my tits in his hands and pushed them together real close, he covered my throbbing nipples with his mouth and sucked hard. Ted had my clit between his lips and his tongue was whipping it back and forth, I screamed when I felt the shock of my orgasm, Ted latched tighter onto my clit and started sucking fiercely. I had to push them off me because I couldn’t take one more second of the punishing wave that was rocking my body. Ted replaced his mouth with his fingers, he drove them deep into me and finger fucked me with no mercy.

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There she was again in my office, sitting in my chair, her long sexy legs up on my desk. She smiled at me so innocently and asked me if I had time to talk, knowing that I always made time to talk with my students.

I work as the chef at a private school neatly tucked away in the middle of the vineyards of Napa Valley. The students come from various backgrounds and when they graduate everyone of them have gone on to be successful in the career they have chosen. A few like Kaycee had parents who insisted on them working to earn their spending money. So she found herself working in my kitchen. She was a quick learner and did her job well.

Kaycee was an amazing young lady. Bright, intelligent, an infectious smile and without a doubt one hot young body to go with her incredible personality. Sadly she also had had her fair share of problems. Her parents had divorced several years ago and she had learned the game of playing one off the other to get her way. But now at 18 years of age and graduation just around the corner, she was just oozing with enthusiasm and confidence.

So why was she again sitting in my chair with those damn gorgeous legs up on my desk. I sat down in another chair and asked her what’s up, trying hard not to get caught staring. She talked about how she hated her geometry class, how frustrated she was with her dad and how much she disliked her mother. As I listened I let my mind wander. I wondered if she was flirting with me. She seemed to love spending much of escort bayan her spare time talking with me. No that couldn’t possibly be the case. I am 27 years her senior, gray, balding and several pounds heavier than I like. All of a sudden I realized she was quiet. As I looked at her I noticed she was staring at me. Seeing the recognition in my face she asked if I had even been listening. Of course I had and told her so. But we both knew that my thoughts were elsewhere. She got up from the chair and started to leave my office. Then she stopped and asked me if I thought she was pretty as she twirled around. I told her some day she was going to make some man very happy. Kaycee smiled. She walked over to me bent over and whispered in my ear – thank you giving me a great big hug. Knowingly she smiled and said I had better get home as she walked out the door.

A few days later, Kaycee was once again in my office. I had my head down on my desk tired from the long day. She sat herself down in the chair across from my desk and put her legs up on my desk. The last thing I wanted right then was to have to listen to her stories. I think she sensed that and asked if I was okay? I assured her I was. Just very tired and in need of a good massage. Everything was silent for a couple of minutes and I think I actually dozed off. The next thing I knew was that there were 2 amazing hands working on my back. This went on for an incredible 45 minutes. I was in heaven. When escort bayan she was done, she leaned done again and whispered in my ear “thanks for being such a great boss and making things so special around here.” I smiled. I told her that if that’s all it took I should be able to expect that sort of service everyday through graduation. She grinned and agreed if I would swing by Starbucks and pick up her favorite coffee – caramel mocha. Sounded like a great deal to me.

As I stood up to leave Kaycee gave me her customary hug but this time she kissed me. I responded pulling her close in to me as we tongued each other deeply. I couldn’t believe how this amazing beauty was turning me on. My hands were squeezing her butt cheeks as she ground her pussy against my cock. I had to have her. I lost total control of any rational thinking. The next thing I knew she was standing there naked in front of me, this 18 year old goddess. I stared at this incredible body in front of me as she studied my reaction. Her 36B breasts with bright pink nipples jutting out at full attention were begging for me. Smiling she unbuttoned my shirt, undid my belt and pulled my pants down. Kneeling there in front of me she took my hard cock into her mouth, her eyes transfixed on my face. I thought for sure I was going to blow my load. After a couple of minutes of one of the most amazing blow jobs I’ve ever had, I stopped her and pulled her up on my desk. As she laid across the top bayan escort gaziantep of it, I lifted her legs and positioned my cock against her pink swollen pussy.

Her hair had been neatly trimmed and shaved along the edges. She was perfect. Slowly I rubbed my hard 7 inch cock over those moist lips lubing the tip of my cock with her juices. She was moaning over how good it was feeling. Then I slipped my cock all the way in. Actually it felt like her pussy sucked me in. I was deep inside this gorgeous body. She was moaning and gasping in pleasure as I began to fuck her. Slowly at first and then hard. All of sudden without warning she screamed and her eyes rolled back into her head as she began to thrash about. It freaked me out. I thought she was having a seizure and I stopped pulling out of her. She screamed at me to finish my job and realized then that it was just an orgasm. I had never seen anyone quite like that before. Quickly I plunged back into her and fucked her hard for a couple more minutes. Just as entered her 2nd orgasm I also lost my load deep inside her pussy. I collapsed on top of her and lay there for a minute or so before rolling off top of her.

She smiled at me and stood up. Putting her clothes on she looked at me still smiling. Picking up my clothes, she walked over to me and helped me get dressed. Leaning in once more she gave me a deep long kiss. Turning around and heading out the door she said “Can’t wait to get my cup of coffee tomorrow morning.” And with that she was gone.

I sat in my chair stunned at what had just happened. My office smelled of the sex we had just had. I cleaned things up, opened the windows, and grabbed my keys. Yes, I was going to bring her coffee in the morning. I was hard again thinking of tomorrow and what it might have in store for Kaycee.

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I punched viciously at my iPhone, resigned to the fact that I wouldn’t be flying out tomorrow; not at those prices. My ridiculous weekend trip would end on Sunday evening no matter what I did. There was no way to bail out early. I was stuck here.

It had taken eleven long months for my divorce to be final. By Washington State law, it could have been over in ninety days, but Kelly, as always, was in the mood to give me a hard time. I couldn’t understand it. She came from money, I didn’t. We both earned roughly the same salary, which, combined, was a beyond respectable household income. Our only child was out of the house. We should have been able to walk away relatively unscathed, everything being even.

But that wasn’t how it went down. Long, expensive, wasteful months followed my discovery of her clandestine texts to a vendor at her work and everything that came with them. They were still together, and you’d think she wouldn’t be able to get rid of me fast enough. Not so. She fought me over every little thing, especially items we both knew she didn’t care about, just to make me miserable. In the end, she couldn’t really touch me, and I maintained an excellent standard of living anyway, unlike most divorced guys. We did still have contact, but only on matters regarding Brandon, nothing else.

I hadn’t seen him much in all that time, and that’s why I was sitting here in Champaign Urbana, Illinois. He was a freshman at the U of I, and we’d had standing plans for me to visit him the first weekend the divorce was final.

“Had” being the operative word. He wasn’t at the airport, and when I finally got hold of him, he didn’t even pretend that he forgot. You could hear the party sounds in the background. Normal for eleven thirty on a Friday, except it was eleven thirty a.m.

He then informed me that he wouldn’t have much time for me this weekend. Oh, he took my hotel info and all, but he’d made a lot of commitments to “the guys,” and he could maybe – maybe- squeeze me in on Sunday for brunch. He didn’t even flinch when I martyred a little and reminded him I’d flown in all the way from Seattle.

“Jesus, Dad,” he said, “It’s not like I asked you to come.”

~~~~~

And there you have it. I sat at a table in a small sandwich shop whose claim to fame was allegedly Roger Ebert’s favorite sub sandwich, wondering what in hell I was going to do for the next couple of days. I don’t want to offend you if you’re from that area, but as I stared out the window watching the college kids shambling by, desperate to escape the cold, I didn’t see a lot for a fifty year old to do.

Feminine arms suddenly encircled my body. I became aware of two enormous breasts pushing into my back as the arms squeezed me tighter and a soft cheek pushed into the side of my neck.

“Mr. Pickinpaugh, what are you doing here?” a quavering voice whispered as I was treated to a familiar lavender scent.

“Jen,” I exclaimed, breaking free so I could stand up and give her a real hug. “I was going to try and find some time for you this weekend.”

Brandon and Jen had known each other since the fifth grade and made the journey from Seattle together. Sort of. Brandon had always planned on attending the U. of I. It was his grandfather’s Alma matter, and it was a law set in stone from an early age that Brandon would go there too. Jen followed to be with him.

I didn’t complain too much. It’s a good school, and Grandpa Jack, Kelly’s father, insisted on footing the fifty K out of state tuition. Sold. Jen wasn’t so lucky. I don’t know how her parents swung it, but there was no denying that she and Brandon would be together. They had been an item for over three years, almost four.

“You look great, Mr. P. Are you here to see Brandon?” she asked as we finally broke apart. The hug had lasted too long, was too tight and her whole body had been quivering. She looked about to cry.

“Hey, hey,” I said, pulling her back towards me. She threw her arms around me again, squeezing tightly and started crying softly into my chest. “Do you want to get out of here and…”

“She needs to get back to work.” a cold voice said behind me. I noticed for the first time that Jen was wearing unflattering brown slacks and a polyester white shirt. I had been so focused on her gorgeous face and teary eyes that I hadn’t even noticed.

“She’s obviously upset,” I said, turning to face a short, burly woman. Her face was round and scarred from years of problem acne.

“So what? We’re all upset. Life’s hard. She ain’t even worked her way up to server yet. Then it gets hard.”

C’mon,” she said, grabbing at Jen’s arm. “Those tables ain’t gonna clear themselves.”

“Let’s give her a minute to go to the restroom and compose herself,” I said, putting myself between them. “Do you want someone bussing tables while they’re crying?”

“Don’t care.” she said. “As long as the table gets cleared. She’d better stop crying soon. She needs to toughen up.”

I saw red. Jen was probably the sweetest person I knew, an excellent product of exceptional parenting. ateşli gaziantep escort bayan She was plenty tough enough and certainly didn’t deserve to be treated this way by that bitch.

“How much do you make in this dump, Jen?” I growled, “It can’t be more than a hundred a week, right?”

“Not even,” she said, wiping her eyes. See? She was already mostly put back together.

“Well, you just quit then,” I said, tearing the nametag off her shirt and throwing it in the rotund manager’s outraged face. “I’ll hire you right now, and you’re getting a raise. Do you have anything here you need?”

“Just my purse and coat,” she said, her rich brown eyes wide and staring at me.

“Would you go get them, please?”

“Laura,” yelled the manager. “Go back there with her and make sure she don’t take nothing.”

“Oh, please,” I said. “What could she possibly steal from here? Your face razor?”

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. Right now.”

“If you think I’m waiting out there while Jen’s in here, you’re crazy,” I snapped. “And here she is.”

Jen was back with her coat already on, her purse clutched under her arm, and another coat over it.

“I found this in back,” she said, indicating the coat. “It’s been missing since I started working here last fall. It was in HER locker that was, fortunately, open.”

I looked over her shoulder to see Laura smirking. Maybe I had fomented a revolt.

“I hope Fat Ass here didn’t ever wear it, or her whale back will have ruined it.” I said.

“Get out of here,” Fat Ass yelled.

“With pleasure,” I said. “And, ma’am, subs aside, you’re not going to get a positive Yelp review from me.”

Giggling, Jen grabbed my elbow and propelled me out the door, making sure she flipped a spectacular bird on her way out. As we walked towards my rental sedan, I noticed all eyes in the diner window on us. They might not have approved, but they were definitely entertained.

“Holy crap, Mr. Pickinpaugh,” Jen said through her giggles. “What brought that on?”

“Jen,” I said as I opened the door for her, taking her purse and extra coat from her so she could easily slip into the seat. “I may not have given you the best life lesson there. You should learn to stick things out no matter how shitty it gets, but that fat bitch’s lack of respect for you pissed me off too much.”

“I had no idea you hated heavy people so much.”

“Well, now you know,” I said, waiting for her look of surprise. I wasn’t disappointed. “Hah, hah. Come on, Jen, you’ve known me forever. It’s not like I have any room to talk. I don’t care about that. It’s just that I could tell she was insecure and I thought I’d hit her where it hurts. Nobody messes with our Jen.”

“Our Jen,” she sighed. “Well, thanks. My hero. I think.”

“How much were you making there?” I asked as I turned the car towards campus.

“I couldn’t get any hours.” she said. “I was lucky if I cleared one fifty a paycheck.”

“Tell you what, I’ll pay you two hundred a week to be my assistant. All you have to do is keep your grades up and keep that useless son of mine in line.”

“Oh, Mr. P.,” she said with a catch in her voice. “There’s a lot you don’t know, isn’t there?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“First off, I would never take that much money from you.”

“Oh yes you would.” I said, firmly.

“Oh, no, I wouldn’t.” she replied, firmer. “And I can’t watch Brandon for you. I’m leaving school.”

“What?” I sputtered. “Why?”

“A lot of reasons.” she said. “First…”

“Hold on,” I said, “is this going to take a while?”

“Probably.”

“Then let’s go somewhere decent so we can get a bite. I stormed out of there without eating and I’m HUNGRY.”

“Men,” she smiled. “Okay, but can I change first? These pants suck, and I think I need to change my shirt.”

It was then I finally noticed that I’d ripped her polyester shirt when I’d pulled the tag off. The torn part was hanging down, exposing a sizable portion of her even more sizable upper breast restrained by a utilitarian bra. She could have covered it or closed her coat, but, for some reason, she didn’t.

As we drove the five minutes back to campus, I kept the mood light by telling her stories about my first college roommate, affectionately nicknamed Earth Pig, and his aversion to the whole shower experience.

“Okay, okay,” she giggled as we pulled up. “Park over there and wait. I’ll only be five minutes, I promise.”

I tried to reach Brandon while I waited. He should have told me about Jen. As expected, it went straight to voicemail. I already knew he’d never answer a text. Been there, done that.

“Here I am,” Jen said as she opened the car. As she leaned in, I was captivated once again by her magnificent breasts. Her coat was hanging open and they were practically spilling out of her inappropriate-for-the-weather tank top. As she brought her leg in, I pondered how she could even pull on a pair of jeans that bakımlı gaziantep escort bayan tight in such a short time. Was there some sort of mechanical device or butthorn, like a shoehorn?

As we ate lunch, I learned what a sacrifice her parents had made to send her to such an expensive school, a price they apparently couldn’t pay anymore.

“They missed the last payment,” she explained. “They’re going to miss the next one. And the school’s been pretty nice about it, but money’s money, ya know? I should be gone already before any more fees are charged, but my dad can’t afford to rent a truck to get me until the twenty-eighth when he gets his next paycheck. They’re being so cool here and letting me stay until then.”

“What about student loans or Pell Grants, or something, anything?” I asked, and seeing the look on her face immediately began to backpedal. “Okay, okay…sorry. I’m sure you’ve exhausted every resource possible.”

“Yup,” she said, stealing one of my Greek fries. “It took all that just to get me here. That’s why I had that shitty job. They could never really afford to send me here. I was a selfish bitch insisting on it.”

“You mean you’re not mad?”

“At them?” she snorted, “Hell, no. Look what they tried to do. They screwed up their credit even more for me. It’s not their fault it didn’t work out.”

“What does Brandon think about all this?” I asked.

“I don’t think he knows,” she said, looking at me carefully. “I don’t know why he would.”

“Why? What do you mean?” I asked. Why was she giving me such a funny look?

“Like I said, I think there’s a lot you don’t know, Mr. P.” she said. “We broke up about a month after we got here.”

“You two what?” I couldn’t believe it. I had come to believe Jen would be my daughter-in-law some day. She was a keeper.

“So, that’s why,” she said.

“Why what?”

“Why I never heard from you. I thought you’d probably want to know how I was doing. I was expecting your call. I was pretty hurt when I never got one. “

“Jen, sweetie, I promise this is the first I’ve heard anything.” I said. “But why would you think I would call? You know I care for you, but I hardly think that would be my place.”

She cleared her throat and took a deep breath.

“Mr. P., I’m going to tell you something you aren’t going to like. You might even hate me when you hear it, but I swear it’s the truth.”

“Let’s have it, then.” I said. “And I could never hate you, sweetie.”

“We’ll see,” she said, pursing her lips. “As soon as we got here, Brandon pledged the SAE’s, you know, legacy, because of Grampa Jack.”

“Sure.”

“Well, he was pledging, right? And I hardly ever saw him. It was quite a letdown, because before, we were always together so much, you know?”

“Yeah, it must have been hard.” I said. I never thought he treated her particularly well – I’d even spoken to him about it – but she was so sweet and seemed to really love him. Her plan seemed to be to wait long enough for him to grow up and figure it out. I didn’t know if I really wanted to hear all the details of a teenage breakup, but she seemed determined to tell me.

“It was, but I had classes, and my roommate, Nikki -she’s my bestie now – is a lot of fun, so it wasn’t so bad. He left me on my own for the first few weekends, but Brandon told me he was going to take me to a big SAE/Delta Zeta mixer and that I should dress as sexy as possible so all his frat brothers would be impressed.”

“Okay.”

“So you know me, Mr. P. I’m all right looking, but I don’t really whore it out like a lot of the other girls. But this time, I went and got a dress I couldn’t really afford. I practically maxed out my credit card. And it’s so slutty, Mr. P., it has…”

“Let me stop you right there, Jen,” I said. “I don’t really need to hear about the particulars of your outfit. And I’m sure you’re just as pretty, prettier even, than all those other girls.”

“I know you think that,” she said, blushing, “That’s why you always called me ‘Miss Model Material.’ “

“But not in a creepy way,” I said, defensively.

“Did I ever make you feel that way?” Jen looked at me in surprise. “If I did, I’m sorry. No, you’ve always been sweet and complimentary, not like Brandon, who always liked to point out my flaws.”

“Jen, I find it hard to believe you have any flaws.” I said, not believing how much I was gushing, but unable to stop. “I mean, you were a cute kid, but now, as a young woman, I think you’re perfect.”

“It has all kind’ve come together, hasn’t it?” she asked, smiling. “But I’ve let you get me sidetracked, and I have to tell you this.”

“Okay.”

“So we went to the party, and I was going to bring Nikki, but Brandon said he wanted it to be just him and me. So we went and we danced, and I don’t remember too much after my second glass of punch.

“Brandon said he was horny and we could go to a room upstairs, and I hadn’t seen him in so long, I was really happy to go up gaziantep bayan escort with him.”

“Jen, really….

“No! You have to hear this part. So we…we did it, and it seemed like the party was really loud, but I was too messed up to notice it so much, and then when we were done – it didn’t take long – he got off me and I saw that there were, like, five other guys in the room. They had been cheering him on; that was what I was hearing.”

“That little shit,” I said, “Wait ’til I get a hold of him.”

“Wait,” she said, “there’s more. So I started screaming bloody murder, you know, yelling that they all should leave, but instead of that, they started pulling their pants down. Brandon leaned over me and held my arms above my head, shushing me. He told me they were all going to fuck me, but that I’d really enjoy it if I just let it happen.”

“Oh, my god!” I was horrified. “Jen, did they…”

“It didn’t happen, Mr. P. Lucky for me, I wasn’t as fucked up as I was supposed to be, I don’t know why. I think they were all just going to rape my passed out body, but I was able to put up a fight. I kicked the first one in the face, and he got really mad and slapped my thigh as hard as he could. It hurt so bad, but it also woke me up a little.

“So I was able to keep my legs together and make it hard on them. And then, suddenly, there was Nikki and this guy named D’Andre. He’s a black guy in our Intro Soc course and he’s huge. Anyway, they came into the room and got me out of there. Nikki was screaming at the top of her lungs. I haven’t spoken to Brandon in person ever since.”

“Hope not,” I said. “But you didn’t press charges? I’d think I would have heard about that, at least.”

“It would have been our word against the whole frat. And, anyway, don’t you watch the news? That’s not how colleges work. Besides,” she said, suddenly the weariest looking person in the world. “I just wanted it all to go away.”

“You’re remarkably calm telling me this.” I said. “Not like before.”

“Well, it all seemed to come bubbling up when I saw you, and I did cry a lot at first. Thank God for Nikki. I still don’t understand how Brandon, of all people, could do that to me. I told my mom, and she was furious. My dad wanted me to move forward legally, but I just couldn’t.”

“Maybe you should have,” I said, pensively. “And don’t worry about me protecting Brandon. I can’t defend him on this. Maybe you still can. Prosecute him, I mean. Everybody records everything on their phones nowadays, maybe we could still subpoena…”

“I said I don’t want to, all right?” Jen suddenly yelled at me. The whole restaurant was looking at us, me especially.

“Sorry, everybody,” Jen said sheepishly to everyone around us. “I just got a little excited. Everything’s fine. He’s fine.”

It was then I noticed a couple of large, young gentlemen heading back to their seats. They looked interested in pounding me into a pulp.

“Sorry, really, ” I said.

“No, I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to blow up like that. This is still hard stuff for me.”

“Is there anything I can do?” I asked. “I’m so sorry. I raised him better than that. Did you ever find out why all this happened?”

“Finally.” she said. “I wouldn’t talk to him, but three days later I got a call, and it was from back home. I didn’t recognize the number so I picked it up. It was Kelly.”

“Kelly?”

“Yeah, she begged me, Mr. P., BEGGED me to talk to Brandon, said he would explain everything to me, make it all right; so, like a total idiot, I did.”

“What did he say?”

“What do you think he said?” she asked sourly. “He actually had the nerve to tell me he was forced to do it by his pledge master and that he thought I’d be okay with it.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said. I couldn’t believe my son. He should be rotting in jail right now.

“I think he really thought I’d be passed out and never figure it out. So I told him to fuck off and hung up. Not ten minutes later Kelly called back. She didn’t exactly threaten me, but she implied that Grampa Jack could make things hard for my dad at work, and you know how bad it is for him there already. I didn’t even know he had anything to do with that place, but I guess he does.”

I sat back and surveyed her warily. I found this story almost impossible to believe. I had divorced Kelly for being a cheating slut, but this was going too far, even for her. And while her father did have that “boys will be boys” mentality, he had known Jen almost as long as I had. It didn’t seem reasonable. Could Brandon do what she said he did? Unfortunately, that was the thing I found easiest to believe. I don’t know if the divorce had something to do with it, but he’d changed since going away to school.

“So now you know,” Jen said so softly I could hardly hear her over the restaurant’s din.

“Jen, I’m going to get to the bottom of this.” I promised.

“Please, please, can we just let it all be over?” Jen asked, further fueling my doubts about her story. “I followed a boy halfway across the country. It didn’t work out, so I’m going back. Oldest story ever told.”

“Okay,” I said, “but if you ever need anything from me…”

“I know you’ve always liked me,” she said. “Even before I got hot, you were always so nice and so positive about me. Brandon’s other friends’ dads always used to ignore me, and then they started to perv out on me. With you, it was always respectful and loving.”

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Firstly, this is my first story and everyone in this tale is above the age of consent being over 18.

This story is about a young girl discovering her sexuality with 2 old men. It includes some rough sex and submissive behaviour from all parties but mainly the young girl as she bends to the older gentlemen’s will. So if the thought of that offends you PLEASE STOP NOW!

It is hopefully the first of many, depending on its reception, about the adventures of the fictitious young Jessica.

As it is my first story I feel it’s important to listen to any notes or thoughts so feedback is most welcome.

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Jessica looked in the mirror and sighed, she hated her long brown hair. It cascaded down to just below her shoulders, still smooth and shiny from her shower this morning. Jess grabbed her yellow scarf, which she had slung over her chair on her return from college that afternoon, and draped it over her head. Pulling it down with her hands either side of her head covering her awful brown hair. She posed and pouted like she had seen the movie stars she idolise do, imagining her hair was a golden blonde.

At 18 Jess had never dyed her hair, her mother was very strict and wouldn’t allow this. As her mother would say, “I will not have you dying your hair like the other Harlots in your class.”

As Jess stood there in front of the mirror looking quite ridiculous with this bright yellow scarf on her head she sighed again. Suddenly her peace and quiet was interrupted by the voice of her father calling up to her.

“Hun, what was the name of the film you and Kim are watching again.”

“Shit.” Jess murmured “Uh, The Hunger Games dad, it’s based on the books I read last summer.”

“That’s the one.” Her dad hollered back. It was Friday night which meant Jess was off to the movies. One of the few pass times her parents permitted.

Jessica’s parents were very strict and she knew if she was honest with them over the real film the girls were going to see this evening they would never let her out of the house. Jessica was a blossoming young woman, exploring her sexuality and she had a bit of a crush on Channing Tatum. Jess would often think about his ripped body while in the shower, he really turned her on, and tonight the girls would be going to see the male stripper film Magic Mike. But before Jess could go to the cinema she needed to choose an outfit and quick. She wanted to be the one greeting Kim not her prudish parents.

Kim had been Jessica’s best friend since primary school. They stayed best friends when they moved up to secondary school even a brief falling out over Kyle Golding in year 9 couldn’t derail their friendship. When Kim left school at 16 Jess feared they would drift apart. Luckily for Jess, Kim put a lot of effort into their friendship, Kim would even sometimes be waiting for Jess when he came back from college.

Checking the clock on her dressing table Jess realised Kim would be pulling up her drive shortly. Instead of choosing an outfit, Jess was day dreaming about changing her hair colour. Jess still hadn’t picked out an outfit, she moved to her wardrobe and stood looking at her frumpy outfits. None of these would do and Jess grabbed her neck in frustration and started to massage herself hoping inspiration would strike.

As Jess stood there in her white lacy bra, which pushed her 34DD round globes together creating a mouth-watering cleavage. Her matching white thong disappeared into the crack of her pert tight ass. Jess took one last look in her wardrobe hoping her clothes would miraculously change into something a normal girl would wear. As Jess scanned her wardrobe a large plastic bag on the floor of her wardrobe caught her eye, she swore it wasn’t there this morning. As Jess pulled the bag out and started to rummage through it, Jess realised she has her hands on a goldmine of revealing outfits.

When Jessica was younger she went through a typical teenage rebellious phase, which only lasted a summer. Jess would go out with Kim, buy skimpy outfits and hide them at the back of her wardrobe. Realising the change in Jessica’s attitude her mother would monitor Jessica’s wardrobe and remove any clothes she didn’t think were suitable. After clothes started to disappear from her wardrobe the arguments started. Jess felt her privacy was being invaded. A few groundings later and Jessica’s rebellious side disappeared. She realised fighting her mother on her wardrobe was fruitless and expensive.

But now as If by magic the clothes had reappeared. Jess had grown up a fair bit recently, filling out in some noticeable areas, it just meant the clothes would be even more revealing. The thought of her body being on display coupled with the knowledge these outfits were forbidden excited Jess. Her right hand instinctively reached up and cupped her firm left breast. The gentle pressure her fingers placed on her boob comforted Jess like only her security blanket could when she was a child. Jess also started to pinch her nipple through the bayan escort gaziantep thin fabric on her lacy bra.

In the bag Jess saw short skirts, tight shorts, revealing 2 piece bikinis, skimpy tops… It was a smorgasbord of outfits but knowing she was pressed for time Jess settled for a pair of bright blue jeans and a white tank top. Jess pulled the tank top over her head. Being 3 years old the top was tight and it was a bit of a stretch getting it down over her tits. Jess would not be denied though and pulled hard as the material expanded and clung to her body. The bottom of the tank top came down to just above Jessica’s flat navel and the bottom of the tank top hung loose away from her body. Jess glanced in the mirror, the top had stretched nicely over her firm breasts showing a good eyeful of cleavage.

Next came the jeans and Jess quickly realised these were the £200 Versace jeans her dad bought for her birthday a few years ago. She actually got to wear them a few times as being Versace and costing over £200 trumped any comment Jessica’s mother could make against them.

“Only a Harlot would wear such tight jeans!” Her mother said when she saw them for the first time.

“A Harlot wouldn’t be able to afford such expensive jeans.” Jess retorted. For a time this was enough for Jess to keep the Jeans. However Jessica’s mother wasn’t stupid and she knew Jess only wanted them because they almost looked painted on and soon they too disappeared from her wardrobe.

As Jess poured herself into the tight jeans she glanced in the mirror her hour glass figure was quite a sight. At 5, 7″ and being a size 10, Jess would catch the eye of most men in bin bag. These tight form fitting jeans nicely accentuated her thin legs and tight pert round ass. They were low cut and left plenty of stomach on show. Unfortunately Jess would have to cover her stomach for now so she could leave the house.

Jess grabbed a pink shirt to cover tight body and firm tits. The shirt was a little loose so didn’t show off Jessica’s fantasting cleavage, which was fine for now. Jess had a plan to alter her outfit later. She knew how to show off her body and planned to untuck the shirt and tie it off exposing her newly pierced belly button. While at the same time undoing the top 3 buttons of her shirt to ensure her fantastic 34DD tits were on display for anyone to see.

Just as the doorbell rang, letting Jessica know Kim had arrived, Jess finished applying a hint of makeup. She had only just been allowed to have a small makeup kit since she turned 18, little did her mother know Jess had been applying makeup for years. Jess would steal and borrowing what she needed from shops, friends and her own mother. The light eyeshadow and pink bubble-gum flavoured lip-gloss Jess applied didn’t do a lot. She still looked younger than her years, but it gave her a small boost in confidence.

Jess grabbed her pink Gucci purse and slipped her black velvet choker in the inside pocket. Another small change Jess would be making to her current outfit when she was out of the view of her parents. She slipped on a pair of flats, heeled shoes where strictly forbidden. Finally after one last quick glance back in the mirror Jess was bouncing down the stairs to open the door for her waiting friend.

Kim was a bit smaller than Jess at 5, 5″ with equally round mouth-watering breasts, they were also 34DD’s. Kim had a toned, stomach and round ass which she worked hard on to keep tight. Kim could be a bit of a fitness freak at times. Jess knew Kim didn’t have the same dress code set by her parents so wanted to reach the door before Jessica’s parents could see what Kim was wearing. No doubt it was much sluttier than Jessica’s current outfit.

Jessica’s heart sank when she saw her father had not only beaten her too it but was in quiet conversation with Kim. While her father wasn’t as strict as her mother he was no fool. He knew girls matured faster than boys. So letting his little girl out with another, acting older than she was, wouldn’t be permitted. Jess couldn’t make out what was being discussed but from her view on the stairs it looked intense. Suddenly Kim’s face came into view over her father’s shoulder “Hey Jess!” Kim Shouted.

Kim’s had golden blonde shoulder length hair and while Jess had an angelic face, largely owning to her sparse makeup, Kim’s face was much sexier. This in part was due to her naturally thick red lips and Cindy Crawford style mole. Kim also used more makeup than Jess often wearing too much eyeshadow in Jessica’s opinion.

As Jessica’s father moved aside Kim’s outfit came into view and Jess suddenly had a pit forming in her stomach. Kim had black knee high boots, black stockings (Even though Jess couldn’t see the stocking tops Kim never wore tights). A flared black skirt stopping halfway down her thigh, with a tight blue boob tube, which barely contained her large cleavage. A short black leather jacket rounded out the outfit. cim cif gaziantep escort bayan Jess figured the jacket was new, as she had never seen it before. Fear crept across Jessica’s face and she felt panicked, there was no way Jess’s father would let her out with Kim dressed like this.

“Hi pumpkin.” Jess’s father said smiling at his daughter. Jess moved next to her father, he was 6ft and kept in good shape, this owed to the fact he was only in his late thirties. He and Jessica’s mother had Jess when they were quite young. Kim noticed the panicked look on Jessica’s face but her father was seemingly oblivious.

Jessica’s dad threw his arm around her shoulder “You kids enjoy the Hungry Games movie tonight.” Jess was in shock that her father had no opinion on Kim’s clothes. Deciding a quick exit was the best option, she didn’t even correct her father about the name of the movie, they weren’t even going to see.

As her father bent over to kiss Jess on the forehead Kim grabbed Jessica’s arm pulling her away from her father’s embrace. Leading her down the path and into her car. Jessica’s father stood in the door way beaming and waving to his little girl. Jess was in shock, it was only 3 months ago that her father had forbidden Jess from ever seeing Kim again. The row erupted over the way Kim dressed and acted.

It was decided Kim acted far to grown up and Jessica’s father believed Kim was a bad influence. While her father relented in the last month Jess was sure Kim’s current outfit would send him round the bend, but it didn’t.

“How are you Jess.” Kim’s words snapped Jess back to reality. She dragged her eyes away from her father, now disappearing as the car reversed off the driveway into the street. The look of panic had disappeared and was replaced by a smile on the teenagers beautiful face.

“I’m great now I’m out of the house.” Came the jubilant response from Jess. It’s not that she hated her parents but with all the rules Jess felt a sense of freedom every time she was out with Kim.

Both girls laughed and chatted on the drive into town. On the way Jess modified her outfit. Untucking the pink shirt and undoing the top three buttons. Jess then took the bottom of the shirt and lifted it up so she could pull it through her neckline. This caused the material on her shirt to pull tight against her firm chest. Jess tied the shirt off showing plenty of cleavage and stomach, giving her a schoolgirl style look. Next came the black choker from her purse. The choker always made her feel sexy. There was a slight tingle in her panties after she finished changing her clothes.

“Tadah! What do you think Kim.” Jess was very pleased with herself and wanted the adulation which normally followed an outfit change.

“No no no that won’t do at all.” Came Kim’s response. Jess felt let down by this as she put a lot of weight in Kim’s opinions.

Kim continued, “Don’t get me wrong you look hot as hell but we need to change a couple of things. Don’t worry I brought my makeup kit and a spare pair of pink pumps for you.” Jess was confused, makeup and high heeled shoes? They were only going to the cinema, who would see them?

That’s when Jess realized they missed the turn to the high rise carpark by the multiplex cinema and where headed back out of town. “Kim you missed the turn!” Exclaimed Jess.

A wicked smile crept across Kim’s ruby lips, “sorry Jess, Magic Mike will have to wait. I have other plans for you tonight.”

“Awwww but I was looking forward to that movie.” Whined Jess.

“The only reason you wanted to see that film is you have a crush on Channing Tatum.” Scolded Kim. “They aren’t real men, how many six packs did you see in Blackpool last summer?”

Jess looked down and meekly responded “None.”

Kim was always more adventurous and strong willed than Jess. Whatever Kim said went, so if she said they weren’t seeing Magic Mike they weren’t. Also as Kim was driving Jess had little say in the matter.

“Your 18 now Jess and I’m going to take you to a real bar, with real men!” exclaimed Kim.

The thought of going to a bar scared Jess a little, she had been to a few pubs and a couple of cocktail bars but they were all in the centre of town. Jess hadn’t ventured north out of town which is precisely where Kim was taking them. There was a tension in the air, both girls could feel it.

The journey continued in silence, the tension between the girls increased the further outside of town they went. Jess was nervous at the thought of going somewhere she didn’t know, but also excited. That familiar tingle in Jessica’s panties happened again as Kim pulled up to ‘The Broken Skull Saloon. From the outside it looked like a southern American bikers bar. Jess could only imagine what it looked like on the inside. This was definitely not a place for little girls.

There was a row of Harley’s parked outside the bar and the music was blaring, it sounded pretty cinsel bilgiler rowdy inside. Unfortunately with the dirty Windows Jess couldn’t see inside the saloon, which at this stage was probably a good thing. As the car rolled to a stop Kim pulled up the hand break and put her hand on Jessica’s arm.

“Don’t worry Jess, your safe with me, my boyfriend is a member of the Three Colour Demons.” The biker gang which frequent this bar. “You’re safe with me.” Kim continued.

Boyfriend? Kim never mentioned a boyfriend. As Jess was processing this new information she felt hot, Kim started talking again. “Look Hun, when we go in here it’s up to you how these guys see you. If you’re meek and shy you WILL get eaten alive by them. However if your confident and lay down the rules firmly they will respect you!”

Lay down the rules?! This statement confused Jess even more. “I know you’re a strong woman Jess, I’ve seen the way you handle the boys in the local pubs. If you are confident and strong it’s up to you how far things go tonight, if not, it’s up to them.” Kim pointed at the bar for added effect, adding a sense for foreboding to Jess about the saloon. “Once inside I can only protect you so much.” Kim added.

What the hell had Kim gotten them into, why was she taking her to this seedy bar… Questions raced through Jessica’s mind and Kim could see the panic on Jessica’s face. Jessica started to breath heavy, her chest rose and fell with every breath. She felt panicked again, this time it was going to turn into a full panic attack.

Kim watched her friend allowing the panic to go on longer than she should. Kim was mesmerised by Jessica’s large rack barely contained by the now tight pink shirt and white tank top underneath. Some sweat formed on Jessica’s forehead and dripped down into her cavernous cleavage.

Seeing Jess panicked excited Kim’s Wild side. She knew what was on the other side of those doors. The anticipation Kim felt of taking innocent Jess in to the saloon would normally have been enough for her to hike up her skirt. Pull her thong to one side and rub her clit with her thumb, while forcing her fingers deep inside her pussy. However she didn’t want to scare Jess anymore than she had, so she put her dark thoughts to one side for now.

Kim reached into her bag and grabbed her hip flask, she thrust it into Jessica’s hand and said “Jess, tonight I need you to become Delia.” This snapped Jess back to reality, Delia was Jessica’s alter ego.

Jess developed Delia one summer while the girls were away at Camp. It was at this camp that Jess first noticed boys and their camp councillor Dillon. Dillon was only a couple of years older than the girls. He was your typical motorbike riding bad boy.

At first Jess couldn’t get Dillon’s attention, so after some late night gossiping with Kim, Jess came up with Delia. Delia was confident and outspoken. A complete 180 for Jess. Delia wore shorter and tighter clothes, exposing more flesh than demure Jess. Delia was also seemingly uninterested in boys, Delia wanted men. It was this change which peaked Dillon’s interest, he barely noticed Jess but couldn’t my get enough of Delia.

This new persona was the start of a summer romance for Delia. The two tried to keep it going after summer had finished but living in different cities proved a sticking point and they broke up. However Jess was a lot more confident now and every so often, when the girls were out, Delia would make an appearance. Normally to get rid of some unwanted attention from the local lads, or scam drinks off the older geezers in the pub. However these weren’t boys or harmless old men inside the Broken Skull Saloon. They were harden men, who had seen and heard it all.

Jess took the flask and had a mighty swig, of what she thought was peach schnapps, the usual drink of choice for the girls. However as the back of her throat began to burn and her gag reflex took hold Jess realised this wasn’t peach schnapps. It was maybe vodka, certainly a strong spirit with a foul aftertaste. “What the hell Kim!” Jess exclaimed as she spluttered and spat out some of the clear liquid on to the inside of Kim’s car.

Kim just cackled and started wiping down the dash board. “If I want Delia to make an appearance we both know you’re going to need something stronger than Peach Schnapps.”

Jessica wasn’t a lightweight, she had been drunk many times before. However a lack of food combined with the excitement and fear of this new location caused her head to start swimming. The strong alcohol taking hold quickly.

Jess didn’t realise she was swaying, just a little, so Kim told her to hold still. She needed to remove some of the lip-gloss before adding any make up. Kim planted her full lips on Jessica’s. It was a passionate lip kiss, no tongues, but the excitement and sexual energy filling the car was palpable.

Kim was still feeling quite aroused and needed some small release. Even in her slightly inebriated state Jess knew this wasn’t the normal way of removing lip-gloss, but then this wasn’t a normal night. With her head lightly swimming, and knowing the dominant Kim well, Jess did she didn’t object to the sudden intimacy. She too had started feeling a bit turned on so it was actually welcomed. Also It wasn’t like this was the first time they had kissed. They had practiced kissing before, but Jess did find Kim’s behaviour tonight odd.

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Jack had been taking out Jo’s daughter Kay for eight months. It was a relationship of convenience, Jack was in his second year at University, he was studying law and was doing very well. Jack was a wealthy young man, thanks to May, his mum, who had inherited a substantial business which had been in her family for three generations.

Jack lived with his mum, she doted on him, he drove a Golf Convertible and ate in the best restaurants. Jack’s father was a Tanker Captain and spent a long time at sea. Jack knew that he hardly spent any time at home.

Jack’s friend John, they had been to school together. John had left school and done a hairdressing course which he had just finished. His mum Sue had three hairdressing salons, Sue was happy that John had done this course as he could now help her in her business.

Kay was four years older than Jack, she was like her mother, a beautiful woman. Kay was Jack’s friend John’s cousin; Kay’s mother Jo and John’s mother Sue were sisters. Kay used Jack for the lovely places that he took her to, Jack used Kay for the hot sex that he had with her. Kay loved it in every hole, Jack soon realised that Kay was only interested in herself.

Kay had an Aunt and Uncle living in California. She told Jack four weeks before she went, that she was going, there was also a strong possibility that she would get a teaching job in America. Jack had then realised that there would be no future with Kay.

Jo was the Practice Manageress of a Doctors surgery with seven doctors, it was an excellent position. Three weeks before Kay left Jo was on a weekend conference, this meant that they had a bed for the weekend. May had a Penthouse down the coast with fantastic sea views which they used a lot, but that was a forty-minute drive away.

Kay had invited Val, the headmistress of the school she was working in out for a meal to say thanks for all she had done for her. In reality, it was Jack that paid for the meal and wine. The only good thing about it was that Jack was attracted to Val. Over dinner, Jack and Val were flirting a lot. Kay didn’t realise what was happening.

Kay’s phone rang, and she took it outside to answer it. Val whispered, “Let her go to America, you are better off without her.”

Jack replied, “Thanks Val, I am aware of that, I have enjoyed chatting with you. I think that I will drop Kay home first, are you comfortable with that?”

Val took Jack’s hand and squeezed it antep escort bayan then said, “I’m very comfortable with that, I also have some nice Chablis in the fridge.”

Kay came back, she said, “I can’t see you on Thursday night, in fact, I’m running out of nights, I’ll have to look at my diary to see when I can fit you in.”

Jack didn’t say a word; he saw that Val had given him a wink and a big smile. Jack was now admiring Val’s voluptuous body; she was tall and dignified with massive tits. Jack asked for the bill then they left. Kay was just gabbling on, saying nothing meaningful. They arrived at Jo’s house, “I hope it goes well for you in America, and you find what you’re looking for, I’d better get Val home now.”

Kay got out of the car, she didn’t say a word, she slammed the door. Jack drove off but stopped three hundred yards down the road to let Val into the front passenger seat, Jack said, “When we picked you up, Kay should have shown you some respect and appreciation for what you have done for her, I didn’t like that she didn’t let you sit in the front seat.”

Val said, “I’m so happy that you saw through her, she is one of the most self-centred people that I’ve ever met, her mother is a charming lady, you’re intelligent, I can’t work out what you saw in her, what did you see in her?”

Jack smiled, then said, “She was a good fuck.”

Val grinned then said, “I doubt that tonight, you will know what a great fuck is like.”

They arrived at Val’s apartment; Jack was impressed with the Antiques that Val had. Val got the Chablis, two glasses and a wine cooler. Val said, “Forget about Kay, you’re far to nice for her. Let’s have some wine, to be honest, I’m a little nervous, I was widowed six years ago, and I haven’t been in a relationship. My husband was eight years older than me. In the last five years of his life, he wasn’t sexually active. Your studying Law, I believe?”

Jack answered after topping up their glasses, “Yes, I am, you surprise me, Val, you’re a beautiful woman, do you enjoy sex?”

Val answered, “I fucking love sex, I need sex, I haven’t met the right man, I’m very picky, there must be chemistry. I’m also lucky to have Bob, he satisfies me regularly.”

Jack said, “Bob?”

Val grinned then said, “Battery Operated Boyfriend.”

Jack took her in his arms, they kissed, their tongues were exploring each other’s mouth. araban escort bayan Their hands were also investigating, they caressed and touched for several minutes then Val said, “We would be far more comfortable in bed, can you stay the night?”

Val led him into her bedroom, Jack said, “I would love to.”

Within a minute they were both naked, Val said when she saw Jack’s massive cock, “Now I know that Kay is not right, she will never find another cock like that, and that’s for sure.”

Val’s tongue was teasing the bulbous tip of Jack’s massive cock then he felt the warmth of her mouth taking the full length of his cock, her lips were now wrapped around the base of his cock. Val’s blue eyes were looking straight into Jacks eyes as she deep throated him, Jack’s precum was now tickling the back of Val’s throat.

Val said, “You’re really hard now, it feels so fucking nice.”

Val then got into the missionary position with her legs spread wide open. Jack looked at the beautiful sight of Val’s flat, smooth, swollen and glistening pussy. Val said, “Jack, it’s all yours.”

Jack guided his cock to the middle of her long sex slit then watched his cock slide up her until his balls were hitting the cheeks of her ass, Val said, “I’ve never been filled like this before, it feels fantastic.”

Jack was now holding her legs in a v-position at the ankles. Every minute he was picking up speed as he thrust into her, Val’s strong cunt muscles were gripping his cock at the base and tip of each prod of his cock. Val’s massive tits were bouncing everywhere, one of her hands was playing with her clit, the other was playing with her tits.

A couple of minutes later Val changed her position, she got on to all fours and moved into a doggy style position. Jack then spread her ass cheeks and kissed and tongued her ass hole.

Jack then slid inside her pussy doggy style, he started to pound her hard, he was now going in so deep, Val loved it. Jack began to massage Val’s ass with his thumb, she was taking the full length of his thumb, Val said, “I’m going to cum, fuck me, baby, go deep and fuck me.”

A stream of cunt juice was now coming out of her hot pussy. Jack was happy that he had made her cum, he just kept pounding her then he exploded inside her. Val said, “You’re incredible, that was amazing, I want to see more of you, Jack.”

Jack replied, “I want to gaziantep arap escort bayan see more of you too, you are a great ride, I don’t have that much experience, I now know what a great fuck is, Kay is a third-rate fuck.”

Val answered, “Thanks for the compliment, you are something else, I think that I’ll be able to look after all your sexual needs urges until you find an alternative for Kay. She is quite immature for her age, I wouldn’t be surprised if she had been cheating on you. At school, she was always on her smartphone.”

Jack looked at Val’s enormous tits, then her inviting sex slit, he felt his cock harden. Val was aware that he was getting aroused before she went down on him, Val said, “Darling, let me make your big boy hard, then I want you to lie down and let me go on top of you, I want to do so many things with you.”

Val then went down on him, her tongue teasing his enormous cock. Then the warmth of the inside of her mouth as she wrapped her lips around his erect cock. Val’s head was now bobbing up and down in a determined way.

Val was enjoying what she was doing to Jack’s cock, one-minute deep throating him, then teasing his cock and balls with her tongue. Then Val squatted over Jack, teasing her hard clit with the bulbous tip of his cock. Val then centred the crown of his cock in the middle of her sex slit, she pushed down, Jack’s cock vanished inside her hungry pussy. As Val started to ride Jack, Val said, “It feels so good, you’re stimulating my cervix, baby, I want to feel you squirt inside me.”

Val soon had a powerful rhythm going, she was in complete control, gripping his cock at the base and tip of his cock on each downward thrust. Jack was rubbing her huge clit as Val was riding him. Val’s massive tits were wobbling seductively as Val went up and down on him. Val was holding eye contact with Jack as she sexily moved up and down. She then started to lick and suck her nipples, bringing one of her massive breasts to her mouth, sucking and licking on it then doing the same with the other.

Val started to go harder and faster, still keeping Jack in her eyes, this was arousing Jack, Jack could feel her cunt juice dripping onto his balls. They both climaxed within seconds of each other, Val was gripping Jack’s cock at the base, holding him inside her, she had powerful cunt muscles. Val leaned forward and kissed Jack for several minutes then said, “That was unbelievable, I felt your hot cum hitting my cervix, it felt wonderful. I’m so happy that you came home with me tonight, I am also happy that you have seen through Kay, you were wasting your time with her. There’s a lot of mature women out there that would love a twenty-year-old lover, every one of them would love the pleasure and gratification that your magnificent cock can give them.”

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As Meera jogged back towards the house (her every morning ritual) she saw her son Raj running out towards his motorcycle, he was again going to be late for school she thought as she waved him goodbye.

Despite the jogging her mind kept drifting back to yesterday’s event’s, as it was still sinking into her what an whore she’d been but also how happy she felt being one.

Entering the house she headed straight to the kitchen to get a bottle of water from the refrigerator. As she was sipping on the water, Spank and a squeeze she turned around to see who had dared to spank and squeeze her thin yoga pants clad ass so hard that she almost dropped the water bottle, only to see the old part time cook now staring down the cleavage which was visible in her sweaty and revealing sports bra.

If this had happened 24 hours ago she probably would have slapped him thinking how dare he, but things were different now, she saw the wicked smile on his face and figured that asshole Ramu (Sid’s cook) must have told all the servants in the neighbourhood about yesterday.

“Yeh kya kar rahe Ho Shyam?” (what do you think you are doing Shyam)? Is all Meera could ask, without realising she was checking out this 50 year old man. She didn’t mind what she saw, he was rugged looking and dark 6 feet tall, broad shoulders with a slight paunch.

With him still staring at her boobs Shyam said, “lund hi chahiye tha, woh toh ghar pe mil sakta hai randi.”(if all you wanted was a dick, you can have that at home slut). With a sly smile on his face as he whipped out his semi hard dick.

Meera couldn’t believe that just a couple of days ago while she was checking out Shyam she felt disgusted by her actions and here she was checking out his massive semi hard cock thinking how much bigger it would get. Also no one had dared called her a slut on her face let alone a servant, but here she was getting turned on by it.

She was just about to grab his cock when the bell rang, as she walked towards the door to see who it was she smiled to herself thinking, saved by the bell.

Sid at the door, “good morning aunty, just saw you jogging back home thought we could have a cup of coffee together.” He said with a sly smile.

“Definitely Sid, no school?” Meera said with a wink, while giving him a hug as he walked through the door.

As Meera turned around she could sense Sid checking her out, but was surprisingly disappointed when he didn’t even tap her inviting ass forget spanking or squeezing it. Specially after yesterday.

As they sat down she called for Shyam to get them 2 cups of coffee.

Shyam came out with the coffee, “Sid Bhaiya kaise ho .” (How are you doing Sid). He said as he served him the coffee.

“Sab theek, tum kaise ho?” (All good, how are you)? Inquired Sid.

Before Shyam could answer an inquisitive Meera asked Sid, “how do you know him?”

“Oh he’s Ramu’s dad.” Replied Sid and then carried on to say, “he lives with his son and nephew Chotu in the quarter’s behind my house, they’ve all been working around this area for some time now.”

Immediately Meera started thinking if Ramu has told Shyam about her sexcapade, then the 18 year old Chotu the sweeper would definitely know too, as they all lived together. And if that’s true then there was no way he hasn’t already bragged about it to everyone he knows around this area.

Suddenly she felt a sinking feeling, thinking she might have taken things a bit too far yesterday in her horny ness. She really didn’t want all the servants in this area thinking she was an easy target.

Sid noticed the sudden change in her expression and asked, “what’s wrong aunty, you okay?”

“Oh, Sid I think I’ve fucked up by letting Ramu fuck me.” Meera paused took a deep breath, surprised at herself how comfortable she was with Sid to tell him what she felt, then carrying on, “I’m worried he’s bragging about it to everyone.”

“Why do you say that aunty?” Sid asked.

She told him what had transpired between Shyam and her just before he rang the bell.

Sid getting excited asked her, “so if I hadn’t turned up what would you have done?”

Sliding close to him Meera whispered in his ears, “I was just about to grab his cock Sid.” In a very sultry tone.

“You truly are a slut!” Said a smiling and turned on Sid.

He then shouted for Shyam.

“Ki kis ko pata hai memsahib ke baare mein?” (Who all know about madam)? Sid asked Shyam as soon as he walked in.

“Sirf hum teen saab.”(Just the 3 of us sir). Then looking at Meera he said, “ghabrahiye mat hum kisse ko bhi nahi bataye ge.”(don’t worry your secret is safe with us).

As Meera sighed a breath of relief she noticed how lustfully they both were staring at her, as she looked at Sid and said, “so what now Sid?” Hoping he’ll grab her, kiss her, take her into the bedroom, do something.

But Sid had something else in mind seeing a tall, dark, big built Shyam and a fair, petite Meera reminded him of all the interracial Antalya travesti porn he loved to watch and he told Meera, “I think you should carry on doing whatever you were planning to with Shyam.” Giving her a light playful slap on her face. “I want to see the slut you truly are aunty.”

“Won’t you be joining in Sid?” She asked sounding really turned on. Surprising herself how comfortable she felt, ready to fuck another servant in front of Sid and how she hoped he’d join in again.

Sid then slapping her face again this time hard enough to sting her said, “only if you’re slutty enough bitch.” Then squeezing her cheeks together making her pouty lips even poutier, “do your job slut.” He demanded.

Meera couldn’t believe how turned on she had gotten, getting slapped around and how she wanted to submit to her sons best friends every order like his personal slut, she’d never felt like this before.

Shyam during this time had made himself comfortable on the sofa opposite them and hadn’t taken his eyes of Meera’s breasts even for a second. He was surprised and turned on to see that she didn’t mind being treated like trash. He’d always fantasied about treating a rich sophisticated good looking lady like a whore.

As Meera got up to walk towards Shyam , Sid shouted, “take of your clothes first.”

Obeying she took of her sports bra first exposing her pointy pink nipples and her 36c breasts that still defied gravity. Then sliding her yoga pants and panties of together she stepped out of them. Exposing her perfectly sculpted round ass to Sid and her shaved pussy to Shyam as they both enjoyed their respective views.

As she took her first step butt naked towards Shyam she heard Sid in a loud voice almost scolding her, “who allowed you to walk bitch.” Then spanking her ass really hard, “bitches don’t walk.”

She got down on all fours and as she made her way crawling towards Shyam, she could feel her pussy getting soaking wet in fact her thighs were making squishy noises with all the pussy juice dripping out of her soaking cunt. She’d never been so turned on and was loving being treated like a whore.

By the time she reached the edge of the sofa, Shyam had slid of his trousers and underwear exposing his semi hard monster of a black cock.

Even Sid was impressed by that thing thinking how well it fitted his interracial fantasy.

Meera still on her knees took Shyam’s cock in her hands and while stroking it put her mouth around its head stretching her lips to the maximum.

She then let her one hand slip of his cock and started messaging his balls, as his cock started to grow even bigger and getting harder with every stroke and suck.

All this while Shyam was squeezing her boobs and pinching her nipples.

Fully erect Shyam was 9 inches long and as thick as Meera’s wrists and she’d thought she’d hit the jackpot with Sid’s monster yesterday.

He then took his cock out her mouth and started cock slapping her face really hard with his monster, shouting “kuttiya yeh leh.” (Take that Bitch).

Shyam had always wanted to do that to a pretty face. Then he proceeded to shove his cock back in her waiting mouth.

As her mouth got used to the size she started swallowing his cock till it hit the back of her throat. Every time her head bobbed up and down his shaft, Shyam would push her head down a little further. He loved seeing her mouth stretching to its limit while she kept staring it him with her big brown eyes.

Sid on the other hand was hard as hell seeing her perfectly round ass pointed towards him, with her thin arched back and her head bobbing up and down.

Sid had never in his wildest dreams imagined that he’d ever end up having a threesome with any woman and a servant, let alone a second time in a row. She was as slutty as they come he thought and was loving the fact how submissive she was.

As he walked up to her stripping of his clothes, he got down on his knees behind her and without warning proceeded to penetrate her pussy from behind while spanking her ass with one hand.

As Meera felt his thick cock slide into her tight wet pussy, she tightened her pussy further and shoved her ass back towards him.

“You really want it bad don’t you slut.” Groaned Sid spanking her ass hard.

“Hmmm,” said Meera pushing her ass back again with every stroke of his while she kept sucking on Shyam’s cock.

Soon all three had found a rhythm and to Meera’s surprise she found herself taking more and more of Shyam massive cock into her mouth, she had never deep throated a cock in her life as she’d always end up gagging but here she was, mouth stretched wide with her throat opening up as she felt his cock slip in and out of her throat.

Shyam loved the feeling of being deep down her throat as he shut his eyes and laid his head back.

Sid could tell what was happening but wanted a better view.

Sid then pulling out of her, pulled her of Shyam’s cock too, turning her around İstanbul travesti made her lie down on the sofa on her back with her head hanging off the corner of the sofa upside down.

As he went on his knees in front of her to fuck her, he looked at Shyam and said, “ab iski mooh ki leh.” (Now fuck her face).

They both didn’t waste anytime penetrating her simultaneously.

With Meera’s neck stretching of the sofa she actually found it easier to deep throat him, as she felt him go all the way down her throat till his ball’s slapped her eyes and nose.

Both Sid and Shyam were surprised to see how easily she took it all the way in as they saw her throat bulging with Shyam’s monster cock. They both had never seen a sight like that.

“Fuck Aunty, you really are something else!” Grunted Sid as he picked up pace and started fucking her as hard as he could.

Meera while getting pounded like a bitch couldn’t even moan with Shyam’s monster slipping up and down her throat till she ended up gagging on it.

Shyam on the other hand didn’t care and was going in and out of her with ease, despite her gagging on and of, as her nose and eyes got covered by her spit.

After 10 minutes of this Sid wanted to exchange places with Shyam and coming out of her said, ” tooh iski phudi ke mazey leh.” (now enjoy her pussy).

As they both pulled out of her she gave a loud moan while fingering her clit and started shaking like crazy, as her pussy squirted all over the sofa. She’d never felt an orgasm like that before, she’d always had an extremely wet pussy when horny but had never squirted in her life.

As soon as she calmed down from her orgasm, Shyam being an ass man wanted to fuck her doggie style and he turned her around lining himself behind her. Sid came and kneeled in front of her, she had both her hands on the sofa, with her right knee bent on the sofa and the left leg straight on the ground ready to be spit roasted.

She knew that she was nothing but a couple of holes for them to use, but was loving every second of it.

She couldn’t wait to feel Shyam’s monster in her pussy when the door bell rang again.

As a naked Shyam started to walk towards the door Meera tried to get up and cover herself when Sid held her hand and said, “where the fuck do you think you are going, you stay the way you are.” And he shoved his cock in her mouth.

Meera was on all fours on the sofa getting her face fucked by Sid when in walked Shyam’s son Ramu(who she had fucked yesterday with Sid) and Chotu his nephew who was also Meera’s part time house cleaner.

Meera felt a little ashamed and a little naughty at the same time thinking about how she looked in front of the two young fellows but Shyam wasted no time and before she knew it she felt his massive hands holding her hips as his monster cock penetrated her pussy.

Meera gave out a loud scream as Shyam shoved his cock into her soaking wet pussy, all the way with brute force and started jackhammering her immediately.

Her mouth let go of Sid’s cock while she screamed but was sucking him again as soon as she got used to Shyam’s size.

Sid could feel his cock going down her throat and his balls banging her chin with every thrust, while he saw Shyam opposite him staring at her jiggling ass and arched back as he kept pounding her harder and faster.

Five minutes of them fucking her from both ends with Meera moaning nonstop “aaaaaahhhhhh”,”aaaaaahhhhhhhh”, “aaaaaaaahhhhhhh”, despite Sid’s cock down her throat.

Then they heard Chotu, “Bhaiya hamara turn kub ayega?” (Big brother when will our turn come)? While looking at Sid.

Fuck Meera thought, she’d forgotten about them completely, then it suddenly hit her were they going to gangbang or take her two at a time. Both the prospects only made her feel hornier and sluttier, she then realised that she was up for anything they’d throw at her, surprising herself in the process.

Sid then pulled Meera by her hair of his cock and as she looked up at him he asked, “do you want them to join in too bitch?”

With Meera still moaning with Shyam fucking her relentlessly, she managed to say, “what…ever you…want…Sid.” In the most submissive way in between her seductive moans.

Shyam in the meantime had reached his end as he took his cock out of her pussy and started to spray wad after wad of cum all over her ass cheeks and arched back.

Between Meera’s moaning and talk and now seeing cum all over her withering back, it was all Sid could take as he shoved his cock back in Meera’s mouth and started to cum immediately.

Grunting loud he demanded, “swallow every drop cunt.” Grunting loudly again he continued, “don’t you dare waist a fucking drop.”

Meera hadn’t stopped cumming from Shyam’s pounding, as she started to swallow the stream of cum flowing into her mouth, “glug…glug…glug…glug,” not only did she not waist a drop but made sure to lick Sid’s cock absolutely clean.

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By İzmir travesti now Chotu and Ramu had stripped naked holding their hard cocks leching at her like to horny 18 year olds (which they were) would.

They both didn’t have the guts too approach her without a signal from either Sid or her, despite Ramu fucking her yesterday.

Meera on the other hand sat back on the sofa rubbing the cum on her ass and back onto the sofa as she got her breath back.

Meera then looking at Sid, who was standing next to the sofa, asked, “what would you like me to do with these boys?” Winking and smiling at him as she spoke with deep breaths in the middle.

Was she asking for instructions or permission, before Sid could decipher, Meera had gotten up and as she walked towards the two boys she said, “Sid I think I’ll let them do whatever they want to with me, what say?” As she saw both these young guys with hairless dark and zero fat chiseled bodies, with cocks so hard and straight you could hang a wet towel to dry.

Sid didn’t say a word and sat back on the sofa, thinking god knows what these two horny, pervy teens would do with her.

Meera standing in front of the two boys grabbed both their cocks in each hand and went on her toes bent forward towards them and whispered, “mujhe apni randi samjho, aur jo karna hai karo.”(think of me as your slut and do as you please).

Meera couldn’t believe she just said what she said, she hadn’t given Chotu her house cleaner a second look in the past weeks she’d been here, and now she was ready to be used by him and his cousin together.

Sid just hearing Meera talk like that was getting turned on again and Shyam the old cook just sat on the opposite side of the living room smoking a bidi (local cigarette) and watching them.

Ramu hadn’t stopped thinking about her since after fucking her yesterday and Chotu had been checking out her lingerie draw every chance he got imagining her in those skimpy thongs and lacy bras, and here she was naked holding their cocks and asking them to treat her like a slut.

They both literally pounced on her, standing on each side of her kissing her all over her face and neck and their hands grabbing and feeling her whole body, from her firm ass to her boobs.

Meera was loving the feel of 4 hands and 2 faces all over her as she kept stroking both their cocks and playing with their balls.

Soon the two of them were sucking on each of her boobs, Ramu with one hand started playing with her clit as she felt Chotu’s two fingers penetrating her dripping pussy, with both their other hands squeezing her ass.

The sensation of getting both her boobs sucked, with one hand playing with her clit as the other fingered her and feeling both her ass cheeks being squeezed and spanked all together.

Meera had never felt anything like this and couldn’t believe these two kids could give her so much pleasure as she started to shake and scream “aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhaaaa…fuck,” uncontrollably having one of the best orgasms she’d experienced.

They both didn’t let go and kept sucking, fingering and squeezing her till her orgasm didn’t subside.

Meera wanting to collapse on her knees after the orgasm, thought she’d give them both a thank you blowjob, but the boys had other plans.

Instead Chotu went down on his knees in front of her and started kissing her flat stomach and soon was licking her leaking pussy, “slurp…slurp…slurp.” As he started playing with her clit with his thumb.

Ramu now standing behind her started kissing her from behind her earlobe’s all the way down her arched spine till he reached her ass.

Meera just rolled her eyes back biting her lower lips moaning softly, standing with her legs spread holding onto both their heads as she felt Chotu start to finger her pussy again and licking her clit while Ramu spreading her ass cheeks with both his hands started rimming her asshole with his tongue.

What were these boys doing to her? Where had they learned to do these things? What porn were they watching or erotica they reading? Thinking of all this Meera started to orgasm again.

Screaming, moaning, shuddering holding on to their heads for dear life, she couldn’t believe she just had the most amazing back to back orgasms.

As she let go of their heads Chotu and Ramu both stood up as Chotu started kissing her lips while Ramu started kissing the back her neck and shoulders still standing behind her.

Meera could taste her pussy juices as Chotu kissed her and could feel both their hard dicks poking her back and stomach.

Chotu suddenly lifted her of the ground as Meera wrapped her legs around his waist and hands around his broad shoulders, he penetrated her pussy.

Ramu lined himself behind her and started to penetrate her ass hole.

Meera had only been butt fucked once in her life before and hadn’t really enjoyed it, here she was getting double penetrated!

Surprised herself how easily she could take both of them together and within seconds she was enjoying it.

Soon she was moaning with Ramu and Chotu finding their rhythm fucking her with Chotu holding onto her ass and Ramu her waist as they kept rocking a sandwiched Meera up and down their poles.

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Heidi Tate was frightened to go to bed. Every time she did, the man who was terrorizing her called with his obscene comments. But, exhausted, she finally slid between the sheets and turned off her lights. Unable to sleep, she laid there, waiting for the phone to ring. After a while, when it didn’t ring, she finally drifted off to sleep.

The trilling bell of her phone’s electronic bell awakened her a little later. Trembling, she reached for the phone and picked it up. “He…hello?” she said.

“Slut!!! Evil woman!!!” the caller screamed. “You have to pay!!! Vengeance is mine!!! You will…”

Heidi slammed the phone down. Then, as soon as she could get her trembling under control, she followed the phone company’s instructions. When that was done, she called the police.

Three beeps came over the radio in Tim Jackman’s cruiser. He listened carefully. The beeps meant a “hot shot” call was coming. “Adam forty, X-ray twenty-five, and Sam-five,” the dispatcher said. “Respond to the pay phone at the Minute Man Quick Store, possible code 51. Responding units, the call is Code 2.”

Tim pressed down on the cruiser’s accelerator, his heart pounding. All three patrol units in the sector were being sent to the store. A “Code 51” was a person making obscene phone calls. Tim had little hope they’d catch the man, but just the same, he drove as fast as he could and arrived at the store before the other responding units. He saw the pay phone when he wheeled his cruiser into the parking lot. There was no one there.

Sergeant Dawson and the two officers in the other patrol car arrived shortly after Tim did. While the officers Mackey and Jones went into the store to interview the clerk, Tim helped Sergeant Dawson dust the phone for fingerprints.

“This is probably a major waste of time,” the sergeant said, “but we better do it. Probably only thirty or forty people a day use the damn phone.”

Jones and Mackey came out of the store. “Clerk says he didn’t see a thing,” Jones said. “You ask me, I think he was asleep.”

“We have officers at the location the call was made from, ma’am,” the police dispatcher told Heidi.

“Did they catch him?” she asked, her heart pounding.

“No, ma’am,” the dispatcher said. “They’re going to try to get fingerprints from the phone, though. Maybe that will help.”

“I hope so,” Heidi said. “I want the animal Ankara travesti who’s doing this to me caught!”

“I know you do, ma’am,” the dispatcher said. “So do we. Look, we’ll have a detective stop by tomorrow and let you know what we found out.”

“All right,” Heidi said. “Thank you.” She put down the phone, laid back down, and again tried to get to sleep. She was frightened, but even more, she was angry. Who hated her enough to do this to her? And why?

She’d just gotten to sleep when a loud roar, followed by the sound of breaking glass awakened her. Stunned, she sat up in bed. A second roar sounded and her bedroom window exploded inward. Fortunately, her bed was placed in a position which allowed the shattered glass to fall harmlessly onto the floor next to it. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she reached for the phone and pressed 9-1-1.

Again, three beeps sounded over the police radio. “Any available unit in the East Sector,” the dispatcher said, “report of shots fired at a home, 1852 Johnson Street, units responding, your call is Code 3.”

Sergeant Dawson was in the middle of dusting the pay phone for fingerprints. “You guys get over there!” he yelled to the three officers with him. “I’ll back you up soon as I can.”

Tim recognized Heidi’s address the minute the dispatcher gave it, and was already opening the door of his cruiser when the sergeant ordered them to leave. Before officers Jones and Mackey could get in their cruiser, he was already headed out of the parking lot, his tires and siren screaming, the blue lights on the roof flashing. “X-ray twenty-five to dispatch,” he yelled into the microphone, “I’m handling that shooting call.”

“Adam forty responding with X-ray 25,” Mackey yelled into his microphone over the sound of the cruiser’s siren.

“X-ray twenty-five,” the dispatcher said, “Do you want me to respond an ambulance?”

“I hope not!” Tim thought as he squealed around a corner and onto Johnson Street. “God! I hope not!” “Hold Rescue,” he told the dispatcher. “I’m off on the scene.”

“Adam forty to dispatch, we’re off at that location, too,” the radio said.

Tim came out of his cruiser, holding his pistol in his hand. Even though he wanted to run to the house to see if Heidi was all right, he stayed behind the car until Jones and Mackey were out of their cruiser.

“Jackman, Konya travesti go around the house on the right,” Jones, the senior officer in the other car yelled. “Mackey, you go around the left side.” He pressed the “talk” button on the microphone attached to his lapel. “Adam forty to dispatch, can you get me a K-9 unit over here?”

“Copy, Adam forty,” the dispatcher said. “Right away. David twelve, respond to East Sector, 1852 Johnson,” the dispatcher said, “Back up Adam forty and X-ray twenty-five on a shots fired call. David-twelve, your call is code three.”

“David twelve is rolling,” came the reply. “ETA five to ten.”

Heidi lay in her bed, listening to the sounds of sirens approaching her house. Finally, when she heard the police cars stop in front of her house, she got out of her bed on the side away from the broken glass, made her way to her closet, and slipped on a fluffy bathrobe. She heard the policemen talking to each other, and the crackle of their radios. For the time being, anyhow, she was safe. She wasn’t sure what to do, so she went downstairs. The policemen would likely want to talk with her.

Gun in one hand and flashlight in the other, Tim made his way around Heidi’s house. He was more familiar with it than was officer Mackey who, shotgun in hand, was making his way around the other side.

They met at the rear of the house. “You see anything, Tim?” Mackey asked.

“Nothing,” Tim replied.

“Asshole is probably long gone,” Mackey said. He played his flashlight over the house. “Son-of-a-bitch!” he exclaimed. “Look at that.”

“Home of the whore!” was spray-painted on the back wall of the house in bright red letters. Right next to it were the words “Die Bitch!”

“This fucker’s serious!” Mackey exclaimed.

Tim played his light upward, and could see the broken windows and pockmarks in the siding where pellets from a shotgun had hit the building. “Looks like he was using a shotgun,” he said. “I’d guess buckshot.” He pressed the “talk” button on his radio. “X-ray twenty-five to Adam-forty, all clear back here,” he said.

“Copy that, X-ray twenty-five,” came the reply. “I’m going to talk with the complainant.”

“Sam five to dispatch, I’m off at 1852 Johnson,” Sergeant Dawson’s voice said. “Get some detectives out here, now.”

“Copy, Sam five,” dispatch responded. İzmir travesti “Right away.”

Tim went back to his cruiser while Sergeant Dawson and Patrolman Jones went inside to interview Heidi. He found that he didn’t want Heidi to know he was there, and wasn’t sure why.

A few minutes later, the K-9 officer, Pete Loomis, showed up, with his dog, Buddy. Tim joined Loomis and Mackey and did a complete sweep of the yard. As he expected, they didn’t find anything. The shooter was long gone.

The officers gathered at Sergeant Dawson’s car a little later. “OK,” he said. “I guess we got to figure this asshole’s serious about hurting this lady. She doesn’t know why, and hasn’t any idea who, but we’ll let the dicks try and figure that out.”

“We know the shooter had his car parked in the alley,” Loomis said. “Buddy tracked him that far.”

“Yeah, we’re going to have to patrol the damn alley more,” Dawson said. “Damn! The son-of-a bitch suckered us! Made a call from the damn store, then came over here when we were there.”

“Coulda been worse, sarge,” Mackey said. “Nobody got hurt.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” the sergeant said.

“Sarge,” Jones said.

“What?” Dawson glowered at him.

“I was wondering, could you put Mackey and me back in Central Sector?” the officer said. “Working up here’s too damn dangerous. At least the assholes downtown don’t shoot at us. I don’t mind gettin’ punched and kicked, but this shooting shit could get a guy killed.”

“Get bent, Jones,” the sergeant said.

Two detectives arrived, one male, one female. Sergeant Dawson briefed them about what had happened.

“We’ll take it from here,” the female detective said. “You guys can take off if you want.”

“OK, guys,” Sergeant Dawson said, “let’s get going. I’m headed back to the station. You guys hang around the neighborhood. Don’t leave until the next shift’s in place.”

Tim told Mackey and Jones he’d stay on patrol until the day shift unit was in the sector. That meant they could go in at the normal time, so neither man objected. He spent most of the night cruising around the block where Heidi lived, and only left when the day shift car arrived.

Dead tired, he walked up the walk to his apartment and met Carol Ann coming out her unit. “Want some company?” she asked.

“I’m sorry, Carol Ann,” Tim said, surprising himself. “I had a bad night. All I want is to get to bed.”

The pretty apartment manger frowned. “You sure?” she asked.

Tim shook his head. “Sorry,” he said. “I am sure.”

Ten minutes later he was in bed, but he couldn’t sleep. Who wanted to hurt Heidi? And why?

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Rose had been working at his house for three weeks before she ever saw him.

She’d gotten warnings from his estate manage, Lynnette, about how to conduct herself. “Ryan’s very laid-back,” Lynnette said, disapproval ringing from her tone. “It’s up to you to behave professionally.”

She had already long since gleaned that Lynnette wanted the Harleighs to behave in a much more upper-crust manner than they—well, than Ryan—generally did. At least Ryan’s wife, Jillian, with whom Lynnette spent her days in endless consultations about the cleaning solutions with which their submerged basketball court’s floor ought to be treated and which lampshades best complemented the faux finish in the second guest suite—at least Jillian had the sense to consult the best interior designers and spend more on what she wore in the course of any given day than Rose spent on rent in a year. On the other hand, Ryan’s only lifestyle acknowledgement of the obscene wealth his engineering firm had made him was the Maybach Landaulet he drove. It was, Rose thought as she walked past it in the garage each morning, quite the spectacular acknowledgement.

The “house” was Ryan’s other concession to his wealth. The newly-built 40,000 square foot property was home to a lodge-sized great room, three parlors, sixteen bedrooms, a submerged bowling alley, hockey rink, and basketball court, full, his darkrooms, her hobby rooms, and as many bathrooms as the whole apartment building Rose lived in.

For Rose, working at Ryan and Jillian Harleigh’s house was an exercise in facial muscle management; a typical day was a roller coaster between class rage and firmly squelched eye rolling. On the day that Rose first saw Ryan, the reigning crisis was Jillian’s shower steamer; she was in a tizzy because her old one had created steam in “like, twenty seconds” and the new one took three endless minutes. “I have sinus issues!” she told Lynnette, waving her Cozumel-tanned and gym-toned arms. “I thought you were going to take care of this!”

“I’ve told the builder this is completely unacceptable,” Lynnette said soothingly. “I’m sending Rose up with the instruction manual to see if there’s something that can be adjusted. One of the builders will meet her up there.”

“Thank God,” Jillian blew out an exasperated breath.

“While I have you here, let’s clarify some of the landscaping procedures we talked about,” Lynnette segued smoothly, nodding at Rose to head upstairs with said manual.

So what else could she, a graduate student in the social sciences on summer vacation—what could Rose Telfair do but go upstairs and try to fumble her way through improving the functioning of a commercial-grade steam producer?

She was sitting on the floor of the shower, the manual open in front of her, intent on understanding the automatic water-feeding mechanism, when Ryan Harleigh walked in. She took him in an instant, his muscular frame, his air of unfazeability, his sharp green gaze.

“Oh, thank God you’re here,” she said, assuming he must be one of the contractors, sent up to deal with this latest “rich girl” problem that had been shunted off on her. “I have no idea how this shower works.”

“What’s the issue?” he said easily, lowering himself down beside Rose.

She sighed. “Jillian’s not happy with how quickly it produces steam.”

He raised a brow. “Jillian’s not happy, huh? What a surprise.” That he was aware of Jillian’s attitude didn’t surprise Rose—Jillian had gotten on the bad side of most of the people working there—but that he was so cavalier about it distinguished him.

He picked up the manual, glanced at the model for a moment, and then got on his knees to pull the cover off the steamer in the shower wall.

“You… you’re sure you can put that back together, right?” Rose was nervous as she watched him pull tubes out and examine them before tossing them carelessly aside.

He looked at her, surprised, and then seemed to have a realization as a smile flitted around his mouth. “What do you think the missus will do to me if I can’t?” he drawled.

Rose smiled thinly. “Well, she fired one of the housekeepers last week for failing to disinfect her feet after she came in from sweeping the patio, so…”

“She what?”

Rose shrugged. “She’s used to everything being easy,” she explained what she’d gleaned through inference in her first days on the job, “so she invents problems and adversaries to have something to think about.”

His eyes narrowed, and skimmed over her black hair, her flat stomach and flashy curves appraisingly, and Rose was suddenly very, very aware of her own body, of her breasts, of his physicality, his maleness. “Who are you?” he asked abruptly. “And how did you figure out—”

“Ryan!” They heard Jillian’s voice from the foyer balcony.

He stood up slowly as she walked in.

“Ryan.” She put her hands on her hips as she saw what he was doing. “How many times do I have to ask you to let professionals fix our appliances?”

He Ankara travesti laughed at Jillian openly, something Rose could never have imagined anyone doing before that moment, and with that sight came the shock of revelation.

He’s Ryan Harleigh and he owns this lot.

Presently, Ryan Harleigh was looking at his wife mockingly. “Maybe if you ask enough times, all my engineering degrees will stop existing.”

She made a face at him. And then turned to Rose for support. “I swear to God, Rose, the first time I met him, we were at a party at Reynard du Plein’s and he—at the du Plein’s!—took apart the light fixtures because the bulbs kept flickering. It’s some kind of disease.”

Rose, who had not the first idea of who or what Reynard du Plein was, saw the genuine irritation in Jillian’s eyes, shrugged her shoulders in what she hoped passed for tacit agreement. She shot Ryan a look of apology at the same time. Ryan noticed, and he narrowed his eyes at her.

“I’ll fix the steamer for you,” Ryan told Jillian calmly. “And she—Rose, right?—will help. Get the manual, will you?”

Jillian rolled her eyes and stormed off. Rose did as he requested, and hoped he hadn’t dragged her onto the wrong side of her summer job. She needed this job if she was going to make enough money to fund her research in Strasbourg, which, aside from getting some reading done in the evenings, was her whole goal for the summer.

But that fear dissipated quickly when Rose saw him flex his broad shoulders and squeeze his eyes shut as his wife walked out of the room. “‘Welcome home, Ryan,'” he muttered. “‘How was your trip?'”

“How was your trip?” He’d just come back from a business trip to Paris, Rose knew.

He looked at her, now. “C’est en forgeant qu’on devient forgeron,” he said acerbically. “Which means—”

“The blacksmith is created through—actually smithing.” Rose was quiet a moment, just looking at him as he studied the parts in his hands intently.

“Exactly,” he muttered. “The trip was good. I’m—getting back to basics.”

He turned back to the open steamer in front of him, obviously not intending to say any more, as Rose settled back into the corner, manual open in her hands, and watched his hands move over the machine.

Even then, she was imagining those hands on her body.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

She watched him whenever she could over the next two weeks, and there were moments when she believed he, twelve years older than her, a thousand times more successful, and the very definition of “out of her league”—was watching her, too.

He was, and couldn’t help himself. But he was discreet enough that Rose was the only one who could have noticed, intent as she was on his every movement. He would linger just a little too long in a doorway, or walk needlessly close to her as he passed by.

She was fascinated by him, by his easy way with the various crews at work on finishing the house he was trying to live in, the calm way he commanded respect, his habit of pitching in with the day laborers. He was a man who had more respect for hard work than money, and because of that, all of the workers seemed to genuinely respect him.

She had a crush. She knew it, and knew it was hopeless. Rose felt ridiculous as she took extra care on her eyeliner each morning on the off-chance he might be working from home, or get home before she left for the day. But knowing it was hopeless didn’t stop her from lying awake at night, getting hot for him—didn’t stop her from dressing with him in mind—from weaving elaborate fantasies about him as she worked, fantasies about his mouth on her body, his body inside her.

One morning, he was leaving through the garage as she was coming in. He stopped short when he saw her. “Rose.” He cleared his throat. “How are you this morning?”

“Fine. I’m—fine.” The two of them stood there, not moving, alone in the space around them for the first time since he’d fixed the steamer. She was transfixed. He was struggling not to be, and she tore his gaze from his mouth, his throat, to see him fingering his wedding ring idly. His mouth twisted and he tore his gaze away. “Right. Well—watch out for my wife this morning. She’s in a bit of a mood.”

“More troubles with the staff?” Jillian’s fights with housekeeping were legendary.

“No, no. With me this time.” He scowled. “I’m not dragging you into this. I just—be kind to her, this morning. And tread lightly.”

“OK.” Rose paused. “Are you—OK?”

He didn’t look at her, just lowered himself into his car. “Have a good day,” he said, in a tone meant to dismiss her.

“You, too.”

He stared at her in his rearview mirror as he pulled out of the garage. Her breasts did obscene things to that blouse, he thought, and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to will away the image.

But it, and others—her thighs, her shoulders, her eyes—persisted. It got worse at night.

*****

There came, as there always comes, an evening—a Konya travesti moment—when everything seemingly changes all at once, even if it’s really the culmination of weeks of pressure being suddenly released.

Jillian was away for a few days at their summer house up the coast, and Lynnette left early to negotiate with some restoration experts about Jillian’s mother’s antique chaises, and Rose was stuck waiting to do payroll and hand out checks for all the contractors. When the last of them left, she gave into her temptation. She didn’t think about it, or name it. She only knew she wanted to see him. Whole days had gone by without her hearing his voice, or seeing him more than peripherally, and it was eating her up.

She went to his office and lightly knocked on the half-ajar door

“I’m about to head out for the day,” she told him, savoring the sight of him, an open textbook in his hands, his feet propped up on his computer tower, “and I was wondering if you needed anything…?”

She honestly didn’t mean the question to be suggestive, and blushed as he swung his feet to the floor and said teasingly, “You shouldn’t say thing like that to a man if you don’t mean them, Rose.” He set the book down and let his eyes drink in the sight of her. “Come in and sit down a minute and talk to me about why someone like you is doing this job.”

So she told him—about her parents and sisters, about her undergraduate degree and current graduate work, about her reasons for taking this job in the ‘burbs and her summer sublet in the city.

“A good neighborhood to be young and single,” he said easily. “I lived there myself when I was your age.” That would have been a decade back, they were both thinking. Not so long, Rose considered, but Ryan was thinking, A lifetime ago.

“How long have you and Jillian been married?” Rose asked bravely.

“Six years.” He met her eyes and smiled, though it looked a little forced, to Rose—though she told herself fiercely to stop seeing only what she wanted to see. “It’ll be seven in September.”

“I noticed there’s a nursery in the floor plan… are you guys thinking about having kids?”

His eyes shadowed. “Jillian can’t have children,” he said shortly. “But she’s… we’re thinking about adopting.”

“Oh, well…. that’s—that’s good. More people should—”

He put her out of her misery by getting to his feet and coming around the desk. “How’d you get that bruise?” he asked, indicating her right arm.

“You know those giraffe statues? The ones that used to be in your living room. At the old house.”

He grinned. “Those giraffes and I go way back.”

“Well, Jillian wanted them in the third guest suite—so I was moving them up, and I bumped one on my arm, that’s all.” His eyes seemed fixed on that bruise. “I bruise easily, don’t worry. And with all the heavy things that need moving around here—”

“We’ll get you some liniment,” he said briskly. “And from now on, get one of the men to lift for you—”

“I don’t need a man–“

His brows shot up. “Don’t you?” he asked, and the question hung in the air. Both of them lived, for a moment, in the meaning of those words—she, with confusion about his intentions—he, with the need to make up his mind about them—both of them sensing that, once he had, there would be no uncrossing the line.

In the next instant, hesitation gone, he lowered his mouth—first to her arm, to the bruise, to kiss it very, very gently. She never thought about pulling away. She was trembling, which she must have felt as he firmly grabbed her hands and lowered his lips to hers.

There, he was only gentle for a moment. It quickly became fierce—rapacious—and wet. When he let go of her hands, it was to grab her hips and pull her against him. When he let go of her hands, they went straight to his neck, to his hair, to pull him down into her.

He lifted his mouth, and his breathing was heavier. “Rose,” he said quietly, “I… want… you. Now.”

It was a moment straight from one of her fantasies. It was also a moment of reckoning, a moment when he made it clear that he intended to fuck her, right there, that night, and in which he dredged up his old sense of honor and gave her an opportunity to refuse. She looked up at him, her eyes clear, his gleaming down at hers.

She didn’t refuse, of course. Her heart was racing, every sensitive point of her body—nipples, clit—throbbing… her brain felt like it was on fire. For him. And she had never felt anything like it.

“How much?” she asked impishly.

He grabbed one of her hands in his and pulled it between their bodies onto his cock, already hardening. “This much,” he said, answering need with like need. He pulled her back into a kiss with a low moan, this time sliding a leg between hers, a leg which, as his kiss grew more passionate, she quickly clamped her legs around, riding his thigh, grinding it against her wet, aching pussy.

His hands stroked lightly over her whole body, possessing İzmir travesti some innate quality which made him confident he was welcome and would please her. He never seemed to have any doubts about her pleasure. And consequently, she followed his lead. When he backed her against the wide ledge along the wall-length window, she complained only when his mouth lifted from hers. By then, he was kissing his way down her body… biting his way down her torso, licking the sensitive skin above her belly button as he impatiently pushed her blouse to the sides. When he, on his knees in front of her, reached the waist of her skirt, he paused.

“I’ve imagined you—this—so many times,” Ryan said, “I just want to take a moment….” He savored his anticipation, lowering his face onto Rose’s skirt and breathing deeply the muted scent of her pitched arousal.

Then, without looking up at her again, he raised the hem of her skirt very, very slowly, revealing her pale thighs an inch at a time, raising it until the whole of it was bunched around her waist and he had an uninterrupted view of her underwear, which was trimmed with lace and covered in tiny umbrellas.

He smiled against the crotch of them. “You need these,” he danced his fingers softly over the umbrellas, “because it’s very, very wet down here.”

She groaned at the double entendre, but it quickly turned into another moan as he laughed softly and said, “Forgive me,” and then shoved her underwear to the side and thrust his tongue into the heat.

“I—forgive you,” she managed, and was rewarded with a chuckled against her sensitive clit.

His tongue was long and strong and playful. It danced tantalizing circles around her clit that left her gasping and grasping at his hair, and then he pressed it hard in her center, barely entering her, working her hard and leaving her clutching the window ledge and bucking into his chin.

“Ryan. Ryan.” His name was a mantra.

“Tell me what you’re feeling, honey. Tell me what you want.”

“I’m—oh, God, mmm, I—I—oh, God… it hurts.” He lifted his mouth immediately, his eyes flashing fear that he’d inadvertently hurt her, but she clutched his hair and pulled him back to her. “I want—more.”

He heaved out his breath, suddenly seeming like a relieved teenage boy, and reached up and used his thumbs to pull her lips apart around her clit, exposing its greediness. “You want to come?” he asked, his lips around it.

He didn’t seem like a boy, now.

“Yes, please.” She struggled to prevent her desperation from reaching her tone—but he heard it, and answered it.

He sucked her clit hard into his mouth and she screamed—and shattered, bucking against him wildly as though trying to struggle free when that was the last thing she wanted. She wanted his tongue, his mouth, his body, his passion. Again and again.

He tongued her softly as she came down, and then, licking his lips to clean her from them, to swallow her taste, he stood up and kissed her. “All you had to do was ask,” he whispered, and her cunt clenched hard, and she kept trembling.

As Rose recovered, Ryan reached for his belt, unbuckled it, and then pulled down his jeans and boxers to reveal a thick, heavy cock dripping a bit of precum. She wanted to reach down and touch herself, just looking at it. She met his eyes uncertainly as he, his eyes fixed on her face, slowly lowered himself onto the chair behind him, rested his arms on its arms.

She was damp with perspiration and her own come, her skirt around her waist, her long brown hair tumbling around her, her blouse unbuttoned, her panties failing to shield her, open to his gaze on the window ledge.

“What do you want?” she whispered, and he almost moaned at the question alone. It had been so long since anyone had asked it; Jillian thought she already knew the answers, and anyway, she imposed so many rules about where he could touch her, and how, and when, that he’d long since given up thinking, in bed with his wife, about what he really wanted.

And he had never cheated on his wife before, despite—everything. But Rose, with her perfect skin, her intelligent eyes and her fine humor, her huge, beautiful breasts that had been driving him mad—she’d quickly become an obsession, and changed all his rules.

He wanted her to suck him, and fuck him, and dig her nails into his back and moan for him, plead for him, work to please him, fall apart for him, and thank him for pleasing her. It was primitive, and Ryan couldn’t have articulated it, and wouldn’t have even if he could have. He was too private a man, too wary to expose his need.

So he didn’t tell her any of that.

She was watching him now, mesmerized, as his hand lowered to his cock and began to stroke it before her transfixed gaze. She licked her lips nervously. “What I want,” he said evenly, “is for you to follow your instincts and do with this,” he pulled on his long, straining cock for emphasis, “exactly what you want.” And he meant it as he said it.

She let out a shuddering breath and, on shaky legs, got to her feet, readjusting her skirt and pulling off her panties and discarding them. She walked between his knees and stood there for a moment, watching him pull on his cock, licking those lips again and again.

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This is another of my life stories, names are changed for obvious reasons, as I remember it many years ago. I was 48 and my 18 year old son lived at home with me as it was his last year of high school.

Normally, I work an 8 am to 5 pm office job and visit clients periodically. I get home about 6 pm. My son, Steve, played football until he broke his arm so now he gets home about 3:30 pm, prepares dinner and does his homework. He has lots of friends in the neighborhood near his age and they visit our house often. The only rule is that the girls cannot come by until I am home. Just keeping him out of trouble and college in his future.

Anyway, one day, after visiting a client at his place of business, I decided to go home early instead of back to the office where I would just have to turn around and leave in 20 minutes and fight traffic. I arrived home about 3:45 pm, pulled into the back driveway, enter the house through the garage and headed for my room. Going through the den, I saw clothes on the floor, Steve’s and a girl’s.

I’m not dumb; I knew what was going on. I quietly walked down the hall and peeked into Steve’s room (the door was open). WOW!!! On his bed was Steve and two girls, both neighborhood girls. One, Marie – 18, lived across the street and the other, Dana – 19, lived at the end of the block. Maria is a beautiful Hispanic girl with olive skin and dark black hair past her shoulders, small breasts, and long legs and big kissable lips. Dana is a reddish brown haired Scottish girl with very white skin. She is shorter than Maria but has larger breasts and a fine figure. Both are good lookers. All were naked!

Steve had his cock sliding in and out of Maria while Dana was kissing Maria’s tits. It was a wonderful sight. Steve was over Maria on his hands and knees doing what looked like push-ups while his cock slid all the way to his balls into her and then he would push up and leave just the tip of it in her cunt. His cock was coated with her juices and seemed to sparkle. Maria’s cunt was covered with trimmed black hair also wet from their fucking. Her far leg was raised and the closer one was flat on the bed. At the time I couldn’t see her breasts well because of Dana.

Dana was standing on the floor next to the bed leaning over with her ass pointed toward me while she sucked Maria’s tits. From my position, it looked like she was clean shaven and I could see her cunt with it’s swollen lips. I was sure enjoying the sight when Sam looked over toward the door and saw me.

“Dad”, he said, and everyone look my way.

Everyone tried to cover themselves with a pillow or part of the bed sheet.

Steve said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were going to be home so early. We were uuh” and he left off any further explanation.

Maria and Dana just looked scared and were quiet. I was silently enjoying the situation and sight.

Then Maria said, “Mr. B, we are so sorry.”

I said, “For what?”

That kind of surprised her and she paused for thought.

I continued, “There is nothing wrong with enjoying your sexuality as long as you are being safe. In fact, seeing all of you naked, it is making me horny.”

Dana said, “You’re kidding aren’t you?” I replied, “No, both you girls are beautiful women with beautiful bodies and believe me, I am getting horny.”

Dana Ankara travesti said, “If that’s true, show us.”

So I did. I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, pulled my zipper down, and lowered my pants and shorts. My cock stood to attention. Dana smiled and said how nice it looked.

My son said, “Dad!”

I just smiled at them all.

Maria asked if I wanted to join them. Of course I did. I removed my shirt and shoes and socks and walked over to the bed. I kissed both girls and rubbed my son’s head, the one on his shoulders. Not his favorite thing for me to do, but I told him that he sure knew how to pick beautiful girls and ones who obviously enjoyed their sexuality. I told him to continue with Maria and I would pleasure Dana for awhile.

I took the pillow from Dana so as to see all of her and tell her how delicious she looked. I sat beside her and leaned over and holding her cheeks in my hands, kissed her lips. Our lips parted and we both began probing with our tongues. Her mouth was warm and wet and her tongue was sensuous as ours touched and explored. My hands moved from her face and down her body caressing her breasts. She was warm and her breasts firm (probably 36C). I cupped them and surrounded them with my fingers with the palm of my hand on her nipples. I could feel them harden against my palm.

I broke our kiss and gave her several quick kisses before lowering my head and kissed the tops of each breast in turn. Now her nipples were really hard. I removed my hand and looked. They were at least a half inch long, a light brown against white breasts. She must have not done much sun tanning for her body was nowhere tan, just a beautiful whiteness.

As I continued kissing those wonderful breasts, her hand began roaming over my body, my chest, my nipples, then my stomach and my ass. And it felt great! I held one of Dana’s breasts in my hands and kissed it top, bottom, side, and in-between. She felt so warm and smelled so sweet. Then I repeated the kissing on the other breast pausing in-between again. We took our time and enjoyed touching one another. She had wrapped her hand around my cock and was slowly stroking it.

Now I paused and sat back to just look again at Dana. WOW, Damn WOW! I looked at all of her, her round face, brown eyes, small nose, and reddish brown hair. Then I gazed at her shoulders and breasts, seeing again their perfect shape and pointed nipples. More than a handful each, soft and white with little bumps on her light brown areolas. If I could read brail, they would have said, “Kiss here.” Each stood straight out from her body, no sag, perfectly shaped. Now I lowered my gaze to her belly and her cute inny button with a silver stud in it [I would kiss it later.] and then to her sexy pussy which she had completely shaved. The outer lips were puffy and pale. Her inner lips slightly extended out so that I could see them and she had the largest clit I had ever seen, like a tiny prick. She watched as I looked and she spread her legs more so that could get a better look.

“You like what you see”, She asked.

“Beautiful”, I said.

She smiled.

The she looked at my standing prick and reached over and again put her hand around it. It jumped and she laughed and said how anxious it must be and began slowly stroking it. I am not İstanbul travesti overly long (6-1/2 inches), but it is fat (her fingers didn’t quite touch as she held it. I told her to be careful; it had not been used in quite a while.

A big grin came on her face and she said, “I will eliminate that.”

Then we were distracted as the bed began to bounce and we looked over and saw my son again over Maria, pounding away into her. Her arms were around his waist and she pulled him into her with each stroke. Dana and I watched. She and I both enjoying the sight of their love making. Dana leaned over and put her hand just above where Steve’s cock was entering Maria’s cunt so she could feel both of them at once. I leaned over and played with Maria’s small nipples and tits and then began kissing the one closest while nipple twisting the other one. Maria was purring like a satisfied cat. She love the attention and caressing and fucking. Her breathing became harder and she began to shake as she orgasm began. She pulled Steve down into her and bucked up. Then Steve exploded in her several times. Dana encircled his cock with her fingers as he shot his sperm into Maria.

When Steve pulled out of Maria, Dana took his cock in her mouth and cleaned him, licking all his sperm and Maria’s cum off cock. Then she dove over Maria and licked all the juices flowing out of Maria’s cunt. She licked and licked and Maria began having another orgasm and Dana licked harder. I never saw a woman love cum so much.

I saw that Steve hadn’t worn a condom and suggested that we get some, but he told me that both girls were on the pill and that they were all disease free [I am also by the way], so we did not have to worry.

When Dana finished cleaning Maria’s cunt, she said that it was now her turn to be pleasured and that she wanted me to be the one to fuck her. I told her I would love to do it but that first I wanted to taste her sweet pussy. She lay back on the bed, opened her legs and told me to take my time. I knelt between those white legs and began kissing those pouting lips of her pussy as though they were her mouth lips. She raised her hips and begged me to lick her clit. I began licking her slit bottom to top until I found that protruding clit and swirled my tongue around it. It must have been a half inch long outside its hood. Then she really started bumping on the bed. I put my lips around it and sucked it; I licked it; I pressed it with my tongue. Dana was going wild. She pressed my head harder into her with her hands. I licked harder. I licked farther down into her cunt and tongue fucked her. Her cum started flowing. I drank it with vigor. She tasted so good! Then she told me to suck her clit some more and I did. Again, she went wild and came at least twice more.

The Dana pulled my head up and said, “Fuck me, fuck me now.”

I needed no further enticement. I and my member were ready. I got up over her and she reached down and guided me into her wet cunt. She was warm, wet, soft. I slid in with ease all the way to my balls. It was definitely nor her first time. But her cunt was tight against my cock and it squeezed me tight. I held it deep in her for over a minute and then slowly drew it out until only the tip was in and then slowly entered her again, repeating this again and again.

I could see İzmir travesti Steve and Maria watching us, but did not pay much attention to them. Each time I lowered into Dana, I kissed her lips or her tits. She matched me stroke for stroke. Squeezing my cock each time I was deep inside her and wiggling her ass as I withdrew. With one hand I reached down between us and put my finger on her clit. She jumped and began raising her hips and fucking me from below. Ten or twelve more strokes and she began cuming hard. I felt her juices flowing over my cock and balls. It seemed to go on forever and then I could hold no longer and shot my cum into her wet cunt. We were spent and I lay on her for a minute. Then I rolled off her and quick as a wink, she was sucking and licking my cock to get all the cum she could.

I watched and enjoyed and then saw Maria get behind Dana and lick my and Dana’s cum out of her cunt. Everyone was happy and satisfied. The two girls sat back on the bed and looked at Steve and me. They asked us to stand together so they could compare out pricks. We did as asked. Steve is longer than I am; I am larger in circumference. Steve’s cock is also curved and mine straight. After they had fun comparing us they asked us to sit down on the bed in front of them. We faced them with our legs spread and they faced us with their legs spread.

First, I moved my foot between Maria’s legs and touched her pussy with my big toe. Then Maria touched my balls with her toe. Steve and Dana began doing the same thing. Maria said to Dana that she bet she could get me hard before Dana could get Steve hard. So the contest was on. They both put both their feet on our cocks and began stroking us. Maria and I lost. Steve got hard within a minute. I took longer since I am older and had just shot my wad. Sam’s cock stood up over his belly button; mine just below. We were horny and so were they.

Now I recommended that they should each get on their knees and raise their asses up and we would fuck them from behind and see which of them could cum first. They didn’t waste a second; they were up and bent over the pillows. Steve and I got behind them, counted to three, and began fucking them. Steve took Dana and I took Maria. With each stroke Maria shoved hard onto me. I thought she was going to take both my shaft and balls into her. I saw Steve doing the same to Dana. Our cocks were wet and shinny with their and our earlier cum. Within a few minutes Maria began moaning and a flood of cum began dripping from her cunt. It so excited me, I shot my cum into her. We had won, but only by seconds. Dana was cuming; Steve was cuming.

We both pulled out at the same time and Dana said, “lick us clean.”

Steve and I began to do so. Maria was as sweet as Dana. Her cunt hairs were dripping wet, but I enjoyed licking those cunt hair. I especially like licking her cunt lips and slit clean of our cum. Both girls were satisfied as were we.

For the next several hours, until the girls had to go home, we sat around naked and talked about sex, what was fun, and how they liked doing it with a father/son combination and that we must do it again. Then Dana told me that her mother, who was divorced, had not had a man in almost a year and maybe I would take her out to dinner and then make love to her. I said I would, but that is another story. We all did meet again several time until they all went off to college a few months later.

There has been no other fucking time that was as much pleasure as when we four got together except maybe the one time Dana and her mother had me together on night several months later.

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Chapter 4: The Bridge Club Cums Aboard

As you know from the earlier chapters, I had recently met two lovely mature women Ellie and Susan, and enjoyed exploring their inner selves on my houseboat on the Gulf Coast of Florida. My name is Paul Johnson. I am the Captain and owner of the aptly christened Wet N Wild, a luxury houseboat docked in a marina on the vast Tampa Bay.

Relaxing on the boat after a morning of woodworking, and quaffing a cold one around 1 PM Friday afternoon, I got a call from Eleanor, the tall, sensual redhead who lives on Siesta Key. Ellie asked me to drop by later that afternoon for an impromptu cocktail party with a few of her close friends that she wanted me to meet. After a brief nap to recharge, I showered, shaved, dressed, and headed for her condominium complex.

Ringing the door bell, I was greeted with a hug and kiss by my hostess, Ellie. She lightly ground her pelvis into mine to let me know she was looking forward to some sexy flirting during the evening. As I entered her tastefully appointed apartment overlooking the Gulf, I was surprised to see three other very attractive women in their 50’s to 60’s looking to me expectantly with smiles on their faces. Ellie introduced me to Barbara, a cute pixie of a blonde with an hour glass figure, then Donna, a platinum blonde with a deep tan and a huge bust flowing from her low cut tank top, and last, but not least Birchenal, an exotic dark haired beauty, tall, slender, with a mischievous look in her eyes.

“Paul, this is my bridge club” Ellie explained. “We play every Friday afternoon for a few hours, have a drink or two and snacks, then head to the club where you met me a few weeks ago to drink and socialize. I casually mentioned that we had gone out together to the girls and they asked to meet you.”

Burchenal laughed, “Ellie, you were more than casual in describing Paul to us! Ha, Ha.

Paul, she described you as tall, handsome, funny, and an oral fiend as well as having a great cock!”

I blushed crimson at Birchenal’s crude, but exciting description. While I enjoy a quiet confidence about my abilities in amour, I don’t kiss and tell, nor do I brag. I looked over to Ellie and could see she was blushing too, with a tell tale smile lighting up her face.

Ellie said, “The girls and I are great friends and confide in each other, I hope that doesn’t bother you, Paul. We are all divorced, horny, intelligent women who would love to find better relationships than we have had in the past. I was lucky to meet you and wanted to share my luck with the other girls.”

My mouth hung open on those words. Was Ellie inviting the other three to join in the fun? I added to her description of her friends, “And you are all incredibly beautiful as well!”

Birchenal glided sensually to me, threw her long arms around my neck, looked into my eyes and said to me no more than three inches from my lips, “We all appreciate a man of your talents and discretion, Paul.” Then she kissed me with her full lips, opening them to let her tongue dance with mine. My cock immediately tented my slacks and pushed into her cargo shorts. I knew she could feel my arousal. This was such a surprise to me, expecting a casual cocktail party not realizing the party was to be my cock and their tails. I looked over to Ellie to get her approval. Ellie’s eyes were sparkling with lust and humor as she saw my predicament. She gave me a little nod assenting to me and the bridge club to proceed. I put my arms around Birchenal, pulling her into me tighter so she could measure me with her groin. Donna and Barbara, not to be outdone, both took turns giving me a lusty kiss and hug too, each giving my cock a sensual Ankara travesti grope as I fitted their ass cheeks to my big hands.

I walked over to Ellie, pushed her down on her couch and told her I owed her one for introducing and sharing me with these other three MILF’s. I knelt between her knees and whispered, “shall we show the girls what they have to look forward to?” This gave her the option to decline until we were in a more private setting, but I wanted to find out if she got off on being watched by her friends. Birchenal called out to Ellie to go with the flow. I unbuttoned her cargo shorts, pulled them down her long legs and started kissing up her soft thighs. Ellie sank back into the couch, lifting her ass to let me take her shorts off her. I then kissed her stomach and her pubic area, I pulled her thong aside and licked her labia slowly, and eliciting groans from Ellie and her friends. They were encouraging us, calling out to me to eat her juicy pussy and for her to cum all over my face. As I inserted two fingers into her love canal slowly, she started to buck and thrash with each stroke of my fingers. Ellie moaned to me to go deeper and harder, and I did. I fastened my lips on her clit and tweaked it with my tongue fast as I sucked it into my mouth. She thrashed until she came loudly.

Ellie pulled her shorts up and brought me a tall cold brew and explained that the ladies all wanted to take a turn with me on the Wet n Wild at my convenience, but that she wished we could continue to get to know each other as she was very interested in making our relationship grow deeper and more rewarding for both of us. Well, who was I to deny this lovely long limbed redhead with gorgeous green eyes!! If you haven’t read the earlier parts, Ellie is an elegant Jewish divorcee’ from New York gorgeous long legs, an ample 36D -26-35 figure, pale soft skin, and a sensual look to her that belies a smoldering sexual goddess.

We enjoyed the sunset as a group, drinking and laughing at my earlier discomfort with not understanding the situation. We headed to the piano bar where Ellie and I met the first time and enjoyed the music and a slow dance or two with each of these incredible women, I was the envy of the male lounge lizards that night. Two of the girls decided to hook up with guys they met that night. Ellie and Birchenal and I headed back to the Wet N Wild for a nightcap and to see what kind of naughty we could conjure up together.

We settled on board and I put some mood music on, this time settling for an old Isaac Hayes album that we danced to the girls sandwiching me to the sensual lyrics and beat of “Shaft”. The irony of this music was not lost on us. Since Ellie had already sampled my oral skills at her place, Birchenal decided it was her turn. She slid out of her shorts as she was dancing and threw her top over her head. Dressed now only in her panties and bra, she backed into me grinding her ass into my cock as we danced. I reached around in front of her and unlatched her bra, removing it, then slid her thong down her legs. She stepped out of it, then turned to me and whispered into my ear, “Lick me, Paul, do me, I am so hot for your tongue!”

I pushed Birchenal back into a leather overstuffed chair and lifted her legs onto my shoulder sliding her ass to the edge and lifting her moist pussy to my face. As I got into tonguing her slit, Ellie, now sans clothes herself, and not to be left out, climbed onto the chair and, using the overstuffed arms of the chair balanced above Birchenal’s face. She lowered herself onto her lips and yelped as Birchenal started to dart her tongue up into her hot pussy like a small cock piercing her wet vagina.

I let İstanbul travesti my tongue slide slowly over her clit, sucking lightly, tweaking it with the tip of my tongue, as my fingers found her g spot. I could tell this woman was close, she was humping my face with short sharp pelvic thrusts that threatened to punish my face.

Her dense pubic thatch of hair matched the color of her long brown tresses. Her pussy was hot and flowing just like I like it. I savored her taste, feeling her start to tense her stomach and leg muscles and close in her thighs around my ears. Birchenal screamed out her pleasure as she came,. “Ohhhhh, suck it hard dammit, I’m cummmmminnnnggggg.” She shot her nectar into my mouth, overwhelming me with a strong hard piss like surge. It wasn’t piss, but it flowed like it, down my face and all over my chest. At the same time she lost contact with Ellie as she thrashed wildly underneath her. Ellie thrust her ass back at me as I stood up and I quickly inserted my rock hard cock into her hot pussy.

“Oh Goddddddddddd,” she screamed as I bottomed out quickly in her hot canal. I was over the top at this point, just fucking into this woman from behind in a fast hard pace, just wanting to unload in her. I grasped her hips in my big hands, held her steady and fucked her hard. As Birchenal woke from her orgasmic stupor she reached up and fondled my balls as we rocked above her. She stuck a finger in my ass and that was all it took to send my rockets shooting into Ellie. I cum buckets, and as Ellie started to howl in her own orgasm, the cum spewed out of her hot pussy and dripped all over Birchenal’s face. I drove slowly back and forth in Ellie until my cock got too sensitive, pulled out and backed off the chair to survey what I had wrought with these two fabulous women.

Birchenal was smiling up at me, cum glistening from her cheeks and breasts. Ellie was rocking back and forth still savoring her last orgasm, sweat glistening from her whole body and cum still streaking down her thighs.

I cleaned up and relieved myself in the bathroom and when I returned I looked over at the two women. They were lightly touching, moving inevitably into a sixty nine embrace, casually licking and sucking each other to delightful climaxes. They happily looked over at me after relaxing and I winked my enjoyment in watching as they kissed and fondled each other after their orgasms.

The two women were in a state, the sudden sexual tryst affecting both of them in different ways. I thought it appropriate to invite them to come aboard the Wet n Wild individually or in groups in the future to enjoy the ambience of an erotic day or two on the Gulf. I smiled as I returned and we had a very nice glass of cognac and talked about the opportunities ahead. As Birchenal left I made sure to give her individual attention with my hands and a long lingering kiss after walking her to her car. I felt good about staying with Ellie for the night, believing in coming home with the girl you bring to the dance!

Even though it was only our third time together, we were settling into a good relationship, both sensually and spiritually. I felt like we would always be great friends, and hopefully more someday. I enjoyed a nice slow one on one with Ellie, getting into her again after a few hours rest. This time I took more time licking her ass, probing it with my finger and popping the head of my cock into her nether region with the aid of some lubricant.. She was tight and I worked it so that she had little discomfort before pulling out. My thought was to prepare her a little at a time, so that she anticipates more the next time. I don’t believe in butt plugs when a little tender İzmir travesti loving applied to a woman’s ass is so much more pleasurable. She enjoyed everything we did, and it fired her passions as well. We slept well after I deposited a load in her tight bubble butt. . I wrapped her in my arms and we spooned to sleep. She felt my warm cock against her ass all night.

The next morning Ellie and I woke together and cuddled. I slipped my cock in her very hot moist pussy, and slow fucked her to a great morning orgasm, rubbing her ass the whole time. She liked me kissing her neck and shoulders from behind, kneading her nipples while I sawed in and out of her sweet pussy. I could feel her body shake and squeeze my cock as she came. I continued to hold her and kiss her until we both decided it was time to get up and get going. I left her with a kiss and a promise to call her soon.

When I got back to the boat, I showered, shaved and changed. After a great turkey and avocado wrap, I started to check my email and drink a cup of coffee. On my email was a note from Susan, my interior decorator, outlining her plan and the costs to implement them. She had a good eye and listened well to my requirements, so I emailed her back to go ahead with her ideas. Susan offered to take me to a great jazz club that night and seal the deal. This was an offer I couldn’t refuse. She had in mind me sealing her deal with my cock I was certain. We danced and flirted with each other all night, our passions arising slowly, steadily until I whispered in her ear that I was either going to fuck her silly in the bathroom or back at the Wet n Wild, so take her pick. Susan knew what she wanted and told me to grab the check while she freshened her lipstick.

I drove us to the dock and we walked out onto the deck, hand in hand. She turned to me and said,

“It’s a perfect night, Paul, why don’t we do make love up here on a few cushions.” To seal the deal, she dropped a cushion to the deck from a deck lounger, knelt and proceeded to unzip my trousers and sucked my cock out of them and into her pretty mouth. Susan was a go getter type, a woman to be appreciated. She had me in her control and she knew it once she got my cock into her mouth. She sucked and licked and played with her tiny hands. She brought me to the brink several times, backing off when she felt my cock swell. We established a gentle rocking motion that matched the tiny roll of the boat. The breeze was cool, the moon bright, the sounds of the sea were all around us.

Having cum once this morning, I wasn’t having any trouble maintaining a good steady rhythm without cumming too quickly. She seemed to have a passion for a good long suck session, maybe even a cock slut. I feel like I can truly appreciate a woman of taste like that!

I found my rhythm and felt the cum rise in my balls and pulled out and sprayed her face and her cute breasts forcefully. I could see by the look in Susan’s eye and her licking the cum off her breasts and cheeks that she was a cum slut and I found out later upon inquiry that she was! What a treat I had lucked into. I truly appreciate a woman who enjoys oral sex, giving and receiving as much as I do. She was so close to orgasm herself, that a few sucks on her clit was all it took to have her hips bucking into me wildly, pussy juices squirting everywhere. I thought to myself, “Self, you have found heaven on earth.”

Susan lay back panting, and told me she wanted to be my cum queen. She promised to save her pussy for me if I would give her a cum bath when she needed it. I told her that sounded good as I didn’t want her playing the field and me worrying about her health and by linkage to my health. I told her I would limit myself to a few women whom I knew were safe, older mature women like her. We both wanted a no strings relationship with each other, but wanted to enjoy the sex whenever we had the opportunity.

Sound complicated? Well I was willing to work on refining the agreement, lol.

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Okie-doke. Here is another one of my true stories about past loves or sexual experiences. I still get private e-mails from readers who doubt what I say is true. That’s okay. I know they are true and it’s somewhat therapeutic for me to write these things here in this forum. My wife and I have talked at length about my wide and wild sexual past and she knows that while I did have a lot of fun, I do have a great many regrets as I toyed with many a young ladies feelings just to quench my own sexual thirst. Writing about them seems to help my guilty conscious.

But not all of my sexual conquests or “counting coup” as I called it, simply dealt with getting my ashes hauled. I actually had feelings for some of the women I have had in my life. This story about Ann Christopher (last name changed) is one of those women with whom I did have feelings, and probably still do to some extent.

As with my other stories, if you are looking for hardcore porn you’ve come to the wrong writer/story. Yep, sex is here, but it’s not every other word.

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One of my all-time favorite movie lines comes from the John Wayne movie, “The Cowboys”. The great black actor, Roscoe Browne (what a wonderful voice he had) and actor A. Martinez were visiting a wagon that had some “soiled doves” bathing and doing laundry. The madam, actress Colleen Dewhurst, asked Martinez’s character if he would like to spend a dollar and get laid. To make a long story short, it was determined both men would pass. But Ms. Dewhurst said to the young man (Martinez) that “the first time ought to be in the back of a carriage with someone you think you love”. Oh, she was a sexy woman and her gravelly voice sent chills down my back the first time I heard her. Her portrayal of the older madam was the epitome of why I like older women.

The madam in that movie was right. The first time you have sex ought to be with someone you are in love with, or at least think you love. Good or bad, a young man or woman’s first experience in intercourse should be fun, romantic and unforgettable. And if it occurs in the backseat of a car or carriage, that’s fine too.

I had got my driver’s license in 1971 and immediately set about exploring the regions of various girls’ bodies in the back seat of my white four-door 1964 Chevrolet Impala. Try as I might, I had no luck in losing my male cherry in the back seat of my “carriage”. Then I started dating Krena. She was the same age as me but was a grade behind. Krena was buxom and full-figured. I never liked skinny girls/women and Krena was pretty much how I liked them. Some use the term “full-figured” while others say “corn-fed”. I like “Rubenesque”; still curvy with lots of cushion and no chance of getting cut by a thigh bone.

Krena and I played around a lot in the backseat of my old Chevy. She agreed we would have sex but she did not want to do it in the backseat of a car. She had already lost her virginity and it had happened in a car and she did not want to do it that way again. She wanted to “do it” in a real bed. Well, that was okay by me!

Krena and I “did it” only one time, in her bedroom in the middle of the day while skipping high school. We snuck off the school grounds in my car during lunch and drove to her house. I’m not sure the car had stopped moving before I was out and in her house heading to her bedroom. I may have even banged my erection on the steering wheel as I jumped out. Man, I was cocked and ready!

I remember Krena and I giggling as we stripped out of our clothes and hopped into her bed, crawling under the covers and snuggling as we kissed and stroked each other. I crawled on top of her and started stabbing my cock into her. The trouble was I wasn’t hitting her pussy! I was so excited (and inexperienced) I was trying to drill my own hole into her pubic region. Gawd but I was a klutz! Krena reached down and grabbed my cock and placed it at the entrance to her pussy. I could feel the warm wetness as my sensitive cockhead felt the softness of her vulva lips. As the rapture of that feeling ran up the shaft of my cock and down my spine, I entered her pussy, sinking to the bottom with little resistance. And I came. Yep, right then on my first stroke into a warm pussy I came. Oh the shame! Oh the embarrassment! Oh the humanity!

I didn’t know what to do. So I pulled out, jumped off of her and out of the bed. I stood there staring down at her in disbelief. And Krena did the only thing a girl could do in this kind of situation, cry. Crap….now what do I do.

What I did was I got dressed and left. Oh, I tried to comfort her but I sucked at it. So I made my excuses and left. My first time had been a disaster and I wanted to run away and hide, maybe become a hermit and never show my face to the public again. As I was driving back to school, I knew everyone was looking at me, pointing Ankara travesti a finger and laughing. Instead of going to school I went home and went to bed, telling my mom I was sick.

I’m sure my story is not all that uncommon among men. I’m just able to admit that my first time was not my moment of shining sexual glory. I told an older friend of my experience and he gave me some sage advice I have lived by since; learn sexual restraint techniques and always put the pleasure of the woman before your own. Once I learned this, my sexual experiences improved 1000%!

Shortly after this I began my relationship with Shirley East, an older black woman I worked with at the airport (see my other story “Her Name was Shirley”). While we never fucked or made love, we had a wonderful time together for about three months and she taught me many things on how to please a woman out of the bedroom. You know, give flowers, kind words, compliments, things a gentleman should do for his lady. I am forever grateful for her guidance as it benefitted me many, many times over the past 40 years. Even though we never had sex, she helped me advance my sexual skills none-the-less.

In 1976, I met another older woman named Ann. She was white, 43 years old and a widow. She had short black hair with sparse streaks of silver, cut in a “Page Boy” or “Dorothy Hamill” style, brown eyes and a very pretty oval face. She was somewhat elegant without being snooty, and had a refined demeanor. Body wise she was about average; nothing spectacular, other than her height as she was 5’11”. Her father had been a state law enforcement officer and she had an 8×10 photograph of him shaking hands with President John F. Kennedy when he was still a US Senator and came to Oklahoma for a visit in 1960 while campaigning for the presidency. She would later give that photograph to me and I have it to this day.

Ann and I met at a local gathering for tall people. It was an informal club called the “Tip-Toppers” and was for men over 6’2″ (I’m almost 6’4″) and ladies over 5’10”. They met once a month at various restaurants around the city. I had been invited by a friend to join and I thought “What the heck. I have to eat”.

It was my first time at the meeting and Ann’s second or third and we sat next to each other during the meal. We hit it off immediately and soon it was as if we were there alone on a date and everyone else around us was mere noise makers in a busy restaurant. I’m a “toucher” and while talking or laughing I will reach out and briefly touch a shoulder or a hand. At one point, I had said something funny and as we both laughed I put my hand on top of hers. But before I could remove it, her other hand came and rested on top of mine. As our laughter died down to smiles, our eyes locked. I can still see the twinkle of joy that shone in her eyes as the warmth of her hand on mine warmed my soul. We connected at that moment. We had a wonderful hour or so together at the dinner and it seemed like we had known each other all our lives.

As the club meeting began to break up, Ann and I lingered for a bit at the table, much to the waiter’s chagrin, I’m sure. We obviously did not want the fun evening to end.

“I like you Rick. You’re a very funny and interesting guy. It’s a shame I’m old enough to be your mother”, Ann said as she lightly rubbed the top of my hand.

“Well, I like you too, Ann, and I think you are an absolute peach. And listen, age means nothing to me. If someone makes you happy, then go with it. Life is way too short to discriminate over something so trivial”.

“Peach” is a word I use a lot. I like it. Most women seem to like being called “peach”. I don’t know why. And what I said was true, she was a peach and life was/is too short to get all hung up on race, or creed or religion or whatever.

To cut to the chase, Ann invited me to her apartment for tea (I am not a coffee drinker) so I followed her in my ’55 Chevy (the old ’64 was by then long gone). I was looking forward to the possibilities of a pleasurable evening with Ann, both mentally and physically.

Ann had a two bedroom bungalow apartment that was beautifully decorated in earth tone colors with plush furnishings and soft accent pillows. Several candles were scattered throughout the living room and she asked me to light them while she prepared the hot water for our tea.

As I lit the candles, I noticed some record albums she had laid out by her Marantz stereo.

“Oh! You like Herbie Mann?” I asked as I rifled through the small stack of records. Herbie Mann was a jazz flautist that I greatly enjoyed then and still do today.

Ann came around the corner to where I was standing, turning off the lights leaving only the warm glow of the flickering candles.

“I certainly do. Do you like him too?”

“Very much so. I think I have all of his albums except for the ones he did in the 50’s. His “Memphis Underground” is probably my favorite.”

“Well then, look on the shelf Konya travesti and you will find it. Let’s put it on, and enjoy his music, shall we?”

I reached over to the shelf and found the album in quick order and placed it on the stereo turntable as she returned to the kitchen. I stacked five other jazz records on top so we would have a continuous soundtrack going for a while. Moments later, the smooth sounds of Mann’s jazz flute began to fill the apartment’s airspace. I’m telling you, the Marantz stereo system of the mid-1970’s had a great sound to it and looked great as well. The provocative sounds of Herbie Mann and the lit candles began to set the mood for the evening.

I sat down on her plush, pillow enhanced sofa and began to take in my surroundings and the possibilities of the evening. I was amazed at how two hours ago I did not know this woman from Eve in the Garden of Eden and now here I was, alone with her in her apartment and in my mind, obviously headed for an evening of sexual delights.

Ann soon joined me carrying a tray with a china teapot, cups and saucers, sugar and tea bags. The cups and saucers matched the tea pot and had Chinese characters on them with dragons. They matched the wall decoration motif in the living room as she had several items with Chinese dragons hanging on the wall in frames or as tapestries. I made a comment about it and she admitted she had always found oriental art and dragons very appealing.

We sat and drank our tea and made small talk as we enjoyed each other’s company. It was amazing all the things we discovered that we had in common. After a pause in our conversation, Ann sat her tea down and again placed her hand on mine.

“Rick, I want you to understand that I don’t bring strange men home with me as a rule. And while you and I do share a great deal of commonality, you are still, basically a stranger to me and I do not want you to think I’m some old lady out cruising the streets looking for love.”

“Ann, I am thinking no such thing. I am enraptured with you and can think of nowhere else I’d rather be at this moment but where I am, in the company of a charming and absolutely beautiful lady.”

Ann leaned towards me and placed her hand on my face, lightly running her fingers over my smooth cheek.

“You are so sweet. But this is all still bothering me and there is the age difference. You’re only 22. I’m very concerned abo….”

I raised my hand and placed a finger to her lips to shush her. As I did she stopped talking and looked me straight in the eyes. I could see her eyes were smoldering with a fire that wanted to be either stoked or put out. My next move was obvious as I did not want that fire to go out at all. I leaned into her and replaced my fingers with my lips.

Kissing has always been my specialty and something I greatly enjoy doing, especially the soft, tender romantic kiss. I was very good at it before I hooked up with Shirley East, the lady from my story, “Her Name Was Shirley”. I was blessed with a natural style of kissing that pleases women and leaves them longing for my lips. But Shirley helped me to develop my kissing style into a pleasurable art to include what a man should do with his hands while kissing a woman for the first time and it’s not grabbing her breast or ass, but ever so lightly caressing her cheek or hair. Jokingly I referred to my kissing as giving the “blue plate special”. A great many women fell for me simply because of my kissing ability. There were even women who were not all that fond of me personally who still enjoyed my kisses. Ann was no exception.

As my lips touched Ann’s for the first time, I brought my hand up to her cheek and ran my fingers just enough into her hair by her ear to allow my palm to rest on her face as my thumb oh so slightly moved across her cheekbone. My kiss was light and brief and I pulled back a few inches to look into her eyes. Softly, almost a whisper, I said to her my feelings about what she had tried to say before I had cut her off.

“I told you earlier, age does not matter to me nor should it you. Especially now”.

I leaned in again and this time really kissed her. I could feel her body yield to mine and move in closer as her arms went around my neck. She turned her head slightly to the side so I could make better, more sensuous contact with her lips. The kiss this time was the “Full Monte” if you will. It was the kiss of lovers.

I lightly tickled Ann’s mouth with my tongue, letting her know I wanted entrance. Her lips parted and as my tongue probed the moist recesses of her mouth I found her tongue coming to meet mine. Our tongues danced together and I yielded my advance to allow hers to move into my mouth. Once it was there I closed my lips around it and sucked it in further, feeding on it as if it was a nipple.

Ann groaned as I sucked on her tongue. I would later find out this was a first for her and she really liked it. From that moment on, we did not kiss passionately İzmir travesti without her tongue being sucked on by me. She also would suck on my tongue, which I also greatly enjoy.

As various records played, Ann and I enjoyed each other on the sofa. We kissed and panted for at least 10, maybe 15 minutes. Then Ann gently pushed away and held me at arm’s length.

“Would you like to see my bedroom?”

I stood up and held out my hand to Ann.

“Yes ma’am. I surely would”.

Ann took my hand as I helped her up. But before we took one step, I reached down and scooped her up in my arms. Ann giggled.

“My, my. Aren’t you the strong one and so gallant!” she exclaimed.

It was obvious where her bedroom would be since she lived in an apartment so I headed from the living room to the bedroom. When I arrived at the side of her king size bed, I gently laid her down with her head on the pillows. I then moved over her to the other side and lay down with her. Immediately we began to kiss again. Ann made the first move to shed our clothing by unbuttoning my shirt and un-tucking it from my jeans as we kissed. I continued to run my fingers through her hair and caress her face and arms as we kissed. Once she had opened my shirt completely, she ran her hands over my smooth chest and played with my left nipple. As she did so, I began to kick off my boots.

Ann moved on to my belt buckle but had some difficulty with it. It was a large first place bull-riding buckle I had won at a local rodeo back in 1972, the only one I ever won. I reached down and un-did it for her. Ann then unzipped my jeans and reached in for my cock. Oh, it was hard, rock hard. But there was no way she could pull it out without breaking it in half! Remember, this was in 1976 (but before that stupid “Urban Cowboy” movie—gawd I hated that flick!) and the cowboys wore their jeans very, very tight.

I raised my ass up off the bed as I reached down and peeled my jeans and low-rise briefs off. I also took off my socks as I looked back over my shoulder at Ann. She was now undressing as well. I remember thinking to myself, “Hell Slick. You haven’t even touched her body other than kissing and here she is taking her own clothes off!”

After I had removed my socks, I leaned back and watched Ann. She had got off the bed and stood at the side of it as she removed her dress, slip, bra and panties.

“Not bad for an old lady I guess” she mumbled.

“Nope, not bad at all. Come here”, I said in a sultry but commanding voice.

Ann crawled back into the bed and as our lips met again, my hands immediately reached out to cup her breasts. Her nipples were rigid and pointed at least a half an inch from her pink areoles. She had about 34 B size breasts and while I have always been a big breast man, hers were simply exquisite with very little sag or stretch marks. Hard to belief she had given birth to three kids from the looks of her natural perky breasts and fairly smooth tummy.

For the next hour, Ann and I explored each other’s bodies. We sucked and licked each other’s breasts, 69’ed and briefly fucked with her on top. While sucking her clit I gave her a wonderful orgasm that had her pulling my hair as she screamed out her pleasure and ground my face harder into her pussy. After that hour, we took a brief break and I went to the stereo to replay the records as they had finished. I returned to the bed and to Ann as Herbie Mann’s “Memphis Underground” began to play again. I remember Ann watching as I walked back to her and commenting about how hard my cock was. I responded as I crawled in next to her that it was “so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it” which brought a hardy round of laughter from her.

As the laughter began to abate, I moved on top of Ann. My cock was aching to return to her hot pussy. Now, I’ve been with a few women in my life whose pussy didn’t feel that great. But Ann’s was not one of those; her pussy was absolutely marvelous. Sure it was a little loose after doing childbirth three times but it felt just fine!

I let my cockhead run along her pussy slit and lightly dance on her clitoris hood. She jerked and smiled, moaning her pleasure at the sensation it gave her. I had to do it a couple more times to watch and listen to her mewl. I then ran it down to the opening and sunk it back into her wet love canal. As my pubic hair meshed with hers, I was in Nirvana. Hot damn but that felt good! There is nothing better than the feel of a warm pussy around your cock when one is engaged in a romantic interlude.

My skills at lovemaking had increased significantly by this point in my life and I was very excited at the chance to make love to this woman. I did not want to fuck her; I wanted to make love to her. Guys, there IS a difference in the two. I’ve fucked a lot of women, but I have not made love to all of them. Ann was different. This was a lady who deserved respect and my best gentlemanly behavior. I was not going to fuck her; I was going to love her.

I began to move in and out of Ann’s pussy; pausing ever so often to bury myself in as far as my six inches would allow and grind our pubic bones together. Ann (like most woman) really liked that as is would rub her clitty against me giving her more pleasure.

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