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Note : This is work of fiction. All characters are 18 and above at the time of narration.

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Hi Friends, How are you?

I am Neelam, once again coming with an interesting story of an unusual twist of events in the life of a young girl of poor family.

If you, by chance, happen to pass on Arapaho street at Beltline in the city of Dallas, U.S.A. you will see a glass enclosed building housing the offices of Uddalak Manraja And Associates, Attorneys at Law. To most of the people the Chief was known by short name of Udo.

Right below his name plate is another one, more glittering, bearing the name Anjani Manraja, Consultants, Interior Decoration, Residential And Commercial.

Those who know them know that Udo and Anju are not brother and sister, that they are a happily married couple, madly in love for each other yet rather free thinking and free behaving; that dear Anju is making double the money than hubby Udo whose income, easily runs into six figures, monthly, that is.

In spite of all this success both of them are very modest , unassuming and polite, ever ready to help in every other way, any and every body who approaches them. This is largely because of what Anju has learned at and between the feet of her Guru, Neelam Mehta that is, me.

Yes, that is me. Today’s story is the story of Anjani Manraja, now 27, mother of two kids and still fucking husband without contraception, occasionally other guy with double contraception.

Here it goes …

When my father retired and settled in the city of Baroda, India I was in the Residential School doing my final year of high school. In those days a woman from a poor family used to come to our house as a general-purpose maid. Her name was Champa. Her husband Maneklal was a small time plumber. Now, fucking the wife being the only one entertainment free and available anytime he had plumbed Champa’s chut frequently enough to produce six children. The eldest of the brood was a sweet girl Anjani.

Everyday Champa would walk a distance of about three miles to come to our house. She would clean the house, make the beds, prepare tea and breakfast, cook lunch, wash clothes and do the dishes. She would work for the whole day only to return home in the evening. My mom was very kind to her. She saw that Champa ate the same breakfast and same lunch as the family, gave her old clothes for her family and helped her in general. Champa, on her part was a reliable, honest and trustworthy person.

Champa also had her sister in law living with them. She was a widow of about 50. She looked after the children in Champa’s absence. On and off Anjani would accompany her mother to our home. She would then play around or help her mom in the endless trail of work.

Time flew by. Ravi graduated from Medical school and started practice in Baroda. We got married and moved into our new house on the out skirts of the city. Luckily it was very near to where Champa was living. She started working exclusively for us. It was easier for her to work for a small family like ours. Anjani, as she grew up helped her mother more and more day by day.

At seventeen Anjani was a gangling teenager, all skin and bones, but within a year she bloomed into a fully mature curvaceous female. She was not a beautiful girl by any standards; she had an average look. It was her breasts which were her most attractive feature. They were large, not for her age but for her young body. Add to it the fact that she was not wearing any bra leaving them to wobble and juggle with every movement of hers. Her mind however was that of a thirteen years old unaware of the ripples her breasts were creating in the hearts (and in the cocks) of men, both old and young. Even Ravi, my husband had commented a couple of times, saying, “Neelu, did you see her dhaila (breasts)? I wonder how her bhos (vulva) looks like.”

I would then direct his attention to my dhaila and my bhos. We would then have frenzied fuck, Ravi fantasizing about Anjani. (He, of his own told me so). Ravi however would never think of actually seducing her.

Innocent as she was, Anjani was quite at home with Ravi and me. In those days I was not doing job and had plenty of time on my hands. I would then teach Anjani some basic math, history, geography and science. Even though she had missed the school she had sharp inquisitive mind and was a quick learner. She enjoyed the lessons. Her parents had full trust in Ravi and me and had allowed her few times to stay over night at our place. We became very close but we never had the need or opportunity to talk about sex.

Then, one afternoon when Anjani was at her home Champa dropped in. She, being a mother was worried. She perceived her daughter’s breasts as beacons inviting predators who would very gladly break her hymen, the sign of her innocence, the bastion of family honor, proof of her purity, gift preserved only for and to be opened by the proud penis of her lawfully wedded husband.

She said, “Bahen ji, Anju to aap ki beti ban baithi hai. Kripa kar ke Bayan Escort Gaziantep aap use duniyadari ke kuchh path bhi padhaiye. Vo tan se javan ho gayi hai lekin man se chhoti bachchi hai. Mujhe dar hai kahin us ka paanv fisal na jaaye. Aisa vaisa kuchh ho gaya to mar jaane ke siva hamare paas koi chara nahin rahega. (Respected Sister, Anju has come to be your daughter. Please do us a favor by teaching some lesions about worldly things. She has matured in her body but mentally she is yet a small girl. I am afraid of her slipping. If anything unusual happens, we would not have any other way than suicide.)”

I said, “Champa, tu tere pitaji ke ghar se bhag nikali thi tab kitani umar ki thi? Terah? Chaudah? Aur ye mat kahana ki atharah saal ki hove tab tak Maneklal lund pakade hue baith raha tha. Kyun ki us ne tujhe pahala mauka milate hi choda tha aur tu ne badi khushi ke sath lund liya tha, kamsin thi fir bhi. Hai na? (Champa, how old were you when you ran away from your father’s house, thirteen? fourteen? And don’t tell me Manek, your husband waited holding his cock till you became eighteen. Because at the first available opportunity he fucked you and you had accepted his lund with great pleasure even when you were immature in age. Isn’t it a truth?)”

Champa was somewhat crest fallen because she had not expected such a response from me. She said, “Lekin, Bahan Ji, vo din kuchh or the. Mere pet men bachcha tha ye jan kar bhi Manek ne mujhe apanaya, ek pal bhi shanka kiye bina. Aise aadami ab kahan? Sab ko ek hi chijh chahie, buddha ho ya javan. Anju chudai ka majha le is men mujhe koi etaraj nahin hai. Lekin us ke pet men bachcha bhar kar chodane vala bhaag jaay to ham garib log kahan jaay? Aur Anju sab se badi hai, us ke pichhe tin ladakiyan hein un ka kya? (But, Respected Sister, those days were different. Manek took me as wife without hesitation knowing well that I had a baby in my tummy. Where are such men now? Old or young, they all want only one thing. I do not mind if Anju starts enjoying fucking but what would we poor folks go if the guy runs away fucking her and leaving her with a baby? And Anju is oldest, there are three girls after her; what would happen to them?)”

There was truth in what she said. I felt for her. I said, “Alright, I will talk to her. But you and Manek should realize that Anju is now no longer a child. She will take her own decisions. Yes, she will make mistakes and come running to you for help, but will do whatever she wants to do. That includes fucking and marriage too. You and I are here to guide her but we will not impose upon her our wish and thinking, agreed?”

“Ji.”

“Okay then, I will have to take the matter slowly. That means it will take some time. It will be better if you allow her to work here full time. We will pay her, of course. Is it okay with you?”

“It is okay with us. Thank you very much. She will start right away; from tomorrow.”

“Oh, One last thing. I shall try my level best to preserve her virginity but I cannot promise. If she decides to be fucked by Ravi, I will not stand in her way. Any objection?”

“Na ji. As long as it remains a family secret I do not mind Sahib initiating her. In fact I wish he does it.”

“Why so?”

“For one thing he is a noble man. Secondly he is a doctor, knows how to fuck a virgin with minimal pain, knows how to prevent pregnancy and knows what to do in case pregnancy occurs. Besides, you will be there to give her support during the act, will you not?”

“Yes, I will be.”

“All is settled then.”

Talk about my husband Ravi’s reputation.

That night after an hours’ glorious fuck I told him about Anjani. He was delighted but I asked him to leave poor girl alone till the time she matures herself to take her own decisions. He agreed.

She was one week over her eighteenth birthday when Anjani started working full time at our place. Shy and reserved in the beginning she, within few weeks, gradually unwound herself into bold and inquisitive young girl. I deliberately avoided the subject of sex till the time she was fully comfortable with Ravi and me. Barring that we talked about almost every subject under the sun. Gradually I introduced sexy words in our talks starting with abusive words like bahenchod (sister fucker), chutiya (product of vagina), bhosadi ke (product of vulva) etc. While she was familiar with those street words like lund, chut, bhos, chudai and also knew the meaning of each of them, shishn, vrshan, ling and yoni were alien to her. Over the time I also learned that Anjani had some sketchy knowledge about sex. I had to teach her a lot.

Then one lazy afternoon I opened the subject by asking her, “What kind of bra are you wearing, Anju?”

“No kind, I don’t have any.”

“I thought so. Your tits are wobbling like cow’s udder.”

“I know, but what can I do?”

“Ravi gets bad ideas in his head seeing them.”

Her face lit up with joy, her hands went to her boobs and she asked childishly, “Does he like them?”

“He likes them and I like them too. We don’t want to show them to the whole world, now, do we?”

“No. Mom told me not to allow anybody to touch them.”

“She is right. So let me see if any of my old bras would fit on you.”

We went to the other room. I pulled out a drawer full of old bras. Some of them were like new worn by me only for few days. These were the bras of my early married days when under the stimulation of Ravi’s fingers and lips my breasts were rapidly growing in size requiring me to buy next higher size every few weeks.

Anjani did not wait for invitation. With eyes wide with wonder she picked up one after other exclaiming, “Oh, these are so nice!” Next moment her blouse was off and her petticoat was down to her waist baring her beautiful breasts.

Did she have breasts or what? Even though I have pair of my own, I felt stirring in my yoni (vagina) seeing hers. Two perfect hemispheres were sitting like mountains on her upper chest. Despite the size there was no sign of sagging. Each was topped by a sepia colored knobby areola of about one inch with small delicate berry like nipple right in the center. I could not hold myself from feeling them. I took them in my palms and lifted them.

“Good, aren’t they?” she asked and I came down on earth.

“Good? Girly you do not know what is what. These are the boobs of a cinema star, center spread of Playboy magazine, high profile model.”

Unfortunately she lacked a face to match.

“I feel shy when men stare at them. Is it bad to feel that way?”

“No, it is not. Tell me the truth, who has been fondling them?” I tweaked her nipple.

“Uhhh …it feels strange when you touch like that.”

“I know, tell me who has fondled them. There must be somebody.”

She looked down and murmured, “My Mamu.” (Brother of the mother.)

“Did he fuck you too?”

She nodded her but still could not look up. “Only once.”

“Why once? Is he still not fucking you?”

Now she looked up and shook her head in negative.

“Why not?”

“He wants but I don’t want him to.”

“Why?”

“Because I do not like him and he refuses using condom. Even if I like him I cannot marry him.”

“Don’t you feel the urge to get fucked?”

“Yes.”

“What do you do then?”

“Use my fingers.”

“Have you tried it with a girl?”

“No.”

“Would you like to?”

She was pleasantly surprised. “With whom? You?”

“Why not?”

“But I have not done it before, I do not know what to do.”

“I know how it is done, I will teach you. Are you ready to learn?”

“Yes, I am. What if Sahib comes to know?”

“At the least he would be excited and want to fuck me. At the most he may want to fuck you. But don’t worry, he will not touch you if you don’t want him to.”

“Haay, haay I feel odd sensations in my stomach.”

“That is natural. You are a young girl and we are talking about fucking.”

“I feel shy of Sahib.”

“But you like him?”

“Very much.”

“Would you like him to fuck you?”

“Oh please, don’t say that. I start throbbing in my …my…” She could not finish the sentence; she blushed deeply once again and lowered her gaze. I helped her, ” In your bhos you mean?”

With an effort she looked up at me with shy smile on her lips and said, “Yes, there.”

By now my blouse and bra were off, baring my breasts. I was playing with her nipples. Shyly she was running her fingers on the periphery of my breasts making my nipples erect in anticipation. I lifted her face with a finger under her chin and touched her mouth with mine. Goose bumps erupted all over her body and her hand on my breast suddenly grabbed it.

She of her own shifted herself nearer to me. I took her in my arms hugging face to face; our breasts warmly crushing against each other. She threw her arms around my neck as I settled her side ways in my lap. My left arm went around her waist supporting her while the right one went to her breast. Our faces were pressed cheek to cheek.

“You smell so good, Didi. Can I call you Didi?” she asked.

“Yes, you can.”

We caressed our breasts for some tine. Then, once again, I kissed lightly on her mouth and asked, “Liked it? Was it like your Mamu’s kiss?”

“He never kissed me.” So saying she closed her eyes and went into frenzy of kissing me on my cheeks, my chin, my forehead, and my nose, everywhere. When she reached my lips I held her there and rubbed my closed lips on hers. She went stiff and once again grabbed a handful of my breast as if to support her. I broke the kiss only to resume it with soft pressure. She relaxed.

My other hand meanwhile was caressing her thighs. She had kept her legs straight. The ghaghari covered her thighs, her knees and up to half of her lower legs. I moved my hand over her ghaghari and could reach up to knees and not beyond. The ghaghari was slithering up and down with the movement of my hand but I had not touched her bare skin.

Putting my hand under her knee I lifted one of her legs to fold it, leaving the other straight. With the thigh drawn up I pushed her ghaghari a little and it slid up to her hip. I could now caress her smooth thigh, front and back. The kiss continued. Her play on my nipples continued.

I passed my hand behind the bent knee and started caressing the back of the thigh. Slowly I inched upwards and eventually reached the spot where the buttock meets the thigh. It is a very sensitive area not known to many people. It was Ravi who showed me. The spot is very near anal area and hence not far from vulva in a woman and back of the scrotum in a man.

All I had to do was to touch the place lightly with fingertips. The sensation was so intense that Anjani broke the kiss to utter ssiiiiii …and to lift up the other leg. I moved my hand a couple of inches inwards and I was on my destination, her young cunt. I could easily caress the big lips, spread them apart and push my finger into her chut. Needless to say that her chut was wet and slimy allowing easy access to two of my fingers.

Anjani being young and inexperienced did not know what to do, I had to bring her mouth to my aching nipples and ask her to suck on them. Her delicate lips on my nipples felt like heaven and then she of her own used the tip of her tongue to flick them with. A wave of tingling started from the nipple to settle in my clitoris making it stiffer longer and thicker. My bhos poured out large quantity of pre-cum and started throbbing.

Finally having reached point of no return I made her lay down flat on the bed. I circled her clitoris with my fingers and mounted her. I pushed my legs between hers and widened them taking hers along with mine. She took the hint and spread her thighs to the fullest. Now one vulva could easily press and rub against the other.

I started with slow back and forth movements of my pelvis directly targeting her clitoris. Meanwhile our mouths were joined in French kiss. As I fucked her the mounting excitement she felt was reflected in her kiss. Her kiss progressively became more forceful, irregular and frantic at times. Then I bent my head and took her nipple in my mouth. That was the final straw for her. A strong orgasm hit her and hit her hard.

She became stiff in whole of her body, she squeezed shut her eyes. Saliva drooled out from her half open mouth. Then she shivered for few seconds and suddenly relaxed. I was not far behind but ……

The door bell chimed. Who would be there at this odd hour? Hurriedly I donned pajama and kurti, combed my hair and opened the door.

“Surprise, surprise” Ravi said as he entered and closed the door with his foot. His hands were busy taking the wife in embrace and feeling for her breasts.

I extricated myself with some difficulty and echoed, “Surprise, surprise.”

“Huh? what is it? How come you feel so hot and flushed? Are you running fever?” he asked walking me towards his room to change his clothes. Once he was in his pajama suit I proceeded to blindfold him saying, ” I have a surprise for you,”

I led him to our bedroom where Anjani was lying on the bed. She was fast asleep. I whispered, “Don’t make noise” in Ravi’s ear and removed the blindfold. He was pleasantly surprised to see Anjani sleeping with open blouse and up turned ghaghari.

“You have been fucking. Right?” he said.

“Right. Want to join?”

“Why not? But she is sleeping.”

“Post orgasmic narcosis. You want to wait or ….?”

“Only a fool will wait when you are around.”

So saying he crushed me in a bear hug and kissed me. We went back to his room leaving Anjani alone.

“What is the wish of my master this afternoon?” I asked.

“Visit to the bathroom for the starter.”

We separated. He went to bathroom to pass urine. But I know him very well. He would thoroughly wash his cock, come out without putting on knickers or pajama and offer his cock, semi erect by then, for a blow job. I would gladly and eagerly take it in my mouth and start sucking. But then, we two would be alone in the whole house. That day Anjani was present on the scene.

When he came out I was ready for him sitting on a cushion on the floor near sofa. This time he had his pajama on with his limp cock hanging out from the open fly. He sat down and pulling up the foreskin bared the small soft head. I removed his hands and took charge of the shriveled cock of his. I pulled down the foreskin to cover up the head. I took him in my mouth. It felt like a piece of a soft rubber tubing.

I held the head of his cock firmly pressed between my palate above and tongue below. I could squeeze it with movement of my tongue. His cock started thickening in jerks. My mouth started salivating. Within minutes his lund attained its full dimensions. The bulbous head almost filled up my mouth.

Most of his lund was outside of my mouth. I was holding the shaft in my fist and was giving him a slow hand job. It was wonderful to feel the slide of thin silky skin over the iron hard cylinder of the core. Add to it periodic jerks temporarily increasing its hardness and thickness and the picture is complete.

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Maggie’s Change of Heart Ch. 03

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It had been almost a week since Charlotte and I became lovers. Life was keeping us from seeing each other, and the few phone conversations we did have were too short to really satisfy anything. That week, all I could think about was Charlotte…her look, her taste, her feel…Our time together kept playing over and over in my head. I thought about her constantly, and I was masturbating more just to cope.

I was so thankful when Friday came, and I got a call from her…

“Hey! How about a night out, just the two of us?” She didn’t beat around the bush, and I was glad about that. I didn’t want to sit there talking, itching to be with her.

“Sure, where to?” I was curious of what she had in mind.

“How about we go to the movies?” Oh come one Charlotte, you can do so much better then that!

“Nah, not in the mood.”

“Well, you think of something then.”

“Hey, I know!” It was a great idea, but she cut me off…

“How ’bout we get a porno.” Great minds think alike, or…horny minds, yeah…that’s what it is.

“Exactly what I was thinking…I have been sexually tormented all week! It’s perfect.”

“Great! Because I have a surprise for you…well, it’s for both of us, but you’re gonna love it.”

“Can I guess what it is?”

Just then my bedroom door opened, it was mom. She saw I was on the phone, and mouthed ‘sorry’, beginning to leave.

“It’s alright mom, I’m just talking with Charlotte.”

“Well, I should have knocked first…I forget about things like that. You could have been in the nude or something.” She was always so nervous, and tried to keep up with the fact that I was now an adult. Sometimes it was a bit awkward…probably more for her, so I tried to be as understanding as possible.

“Mom…” I tried not to laugh, “No worries, we’re both women, we have the same parts.”

“Oh, well basically Maggie.” She said in shock,”But… well, not all women are completely alike you know…I do have bigger…” She paused in embarrassment of even mentioning, and motioned to her tits. I couldn’t help but laugh, and she did as well. Charlotte was on the other end asking what was said, to be sure of what she heard…”I’ll tell you later,” mom said, leaving the room with a smile.

“Have my ears deceived me Maggs? Was your mother talking to you about her tits?” She roared with laughter, “I love that woman….so Maggs, wanna meet me in the mall then? In about an hour, is that alright?”

I told her that was fine, and she told me she loved me before hanging up. I jumped into the shower and thought about what would happen tonight. I couldn’t believe Charlotte and I were going to hang out and watch a porno together…but, it wouldn’t be a bad idea come to think of it. Would certainly be an ice breaker for both of us. Well…not that Charlotte needed much breaking in, but I certainly did. ‘Of course I wanted to make love to Charlotte again’, I told myself, but it wasn’t going to be as easy. We had been drinking before. Hell…I was out of it when she played with me for the first time, awaking my inner beast. I was grateful to her though…with that I put aside such thoughts, I didn’t want to be any more nervous. I packed my bag, assuming that I would stay over with her, knowing she wouldn’t object. I informed my mother, and was off to meet Charlotte.

Getting to the mall, I found her standing outside a video store…

“Hey Maggs!” She hugged me and kissed me straight on the lips. I looked around quickly to see if anyone had noticed. It didn’t seem so, and it’s not like people haven’t ever seen two women kiss. I was just hoping I didn’t know any of them if they had.

“Would you stop being such a pussy…sheesh…” She paused, and turned her attention to the bag in her hand, “I got two movies for us. Want to stay over tonight?” We headed for the food court. Escort Bayan Gaziantep

“I was hoping you would ask. I already packed a bag.” I smirked, knowing we were both thinking of sex.

“Sassy Maggie…I’m glad you did. You never have to ask to stay over with me.”

She grabbed my hand as we made for a table. After we had gotten our food and settled in, Charlotte asked me if I had thought about the last time we were together. My cheeks blushed, realizing it was all I thought about…and it seemed to be the same for Charlotte.

“I can’t STOP thinking about it. I’m blushing, and smiling almost all the time…people probably think I’m crazy. My mom has been extra delicate with me too…I hope she doesn’t suspect anything.” My eyes went off into the distance, as I created a scene of mother confronting me, or me telling her…my face must have shown it.

“Oh stop! So what if she knows…I personally think that would be a good thing.” I hooked back to her gaze and she went serious, “Are you angry with me for making love to you? Have you had second thoughts about what we talked about? I mean, it’s fine…we didn’t set anything in stone, remember….and I won’t have our friendship end because of something so silly. We can get sex anywhere.” She laughed, trying to keep things light.

The fact was, it wasn’t that silly. I actually felt something for her, and I knew she felt the same. I sort of wished we could have things in the open…but it just wasn’t the time yet…

“Charlotte…of course I am not having second thoughts, nor do I regret what happened. And how many times must I tell you that our friendship could never end. I love you too much.” I whispered that last part, just in case anyone was listening.

“I’m glad you think so Maggs, but never say never…don’t jinx us.” She looked around quickly and leaned in, putting her hands on my thighs, squeezing and stroking them.

“Charlotte!” I pushed her hands from me, “I’m already horny enough without you touching me, please!” That was the reason, but more so that I didn’t need anyone seeing her feeling me up in the public food court.

“Lighten up, I love you Maggs, and I love touching you. I don’t care who sees.” I wish I could feel the same, but I wasn’t as bold.

“And I like you touching me Charlotte, but can you please wait ’till later?” She seemed to take offense, looking away from me, her face changing. “Charlotte,” I sighed, “Please don’t be like that. I feel bad enough, you don’t need to make me feel worse then I already do.” Glancing around to make sure no one was in ear shot, they weren’t, “I love you, honest I do.” I whispered.

With that her face lit up, she smiled at me, “Thanks Maggie, you don’t know how much that means to me.” I sort of did, I felt the same way when she said it to me.

“I can’t wait to be alone with you tonight!” I added, slowly building her spirits back up.

“I know, me either…and I know we must keep it to ourselves, but I would love the world to know Maggs.”

I sighed, there it was again…this felt like more of a real relationship then we were letting on. It was good this way though, I didn’t need anymore added stress or confusion, and I certainly wasn’t going to let Charlotte push me out of my comfort zone with this. No matter how much I loved her…

“I care a lot about you Charlotte, really I do…but I just” I saw her look around quickly and she pulled me to her, interrupting me with a kiss full on the lips. No matter how awkward I felt, the thrill struck my pussy with moisture. Taking my hand in hers, she pushed her other up my skirt under the table. Her fingers slipped under my panties…I squirmed away realizing where I was, “Can we leave now Charlotte?”

“Of course.” She smiled, and grabbed my hand. I allowed her that at least…I didn’t want to crush her entirely. I just ignored the few awkward glances we received.

So we got into our cars, and I followed her home. I was glad she had that little private place, otherwise our adventures would be a little harder to orchestrate. My pussy throbbed the whole way to her house and it felt like an eternity before we arrived. Her mom watched from the upstairs window as we strolled up the walkway. Coming to the door, she asked of my mother, and that I pass on her well wishes. I barely got out my reply with Charlotte stringing me along. I only hoped she didn’t read too much into it. Pushed through the door, it slammed behind us. Charlotte caught me up quickly, forced her tongue into me, in a long heated kiss. She was going crazy in lust and passed it onto me. Taking hold of my breasts, then undoing my shirt. I was out of it so quickly, I barely had time to realize it was gone…and then my bra…I was half naked with her already, and I didn’t care. In my heat, I didn’t care…it wasn’t awkward, and I was so thankful. Her mouth found my nipples, pulling at them with her teeth, sucking me hard and twisting the other one between her fingers. I was already horny…now I was gushing in my panties, thinking of those lips on my pussy…

“Maggs…” She said between her attack on my tits, “Undress me.” I complied, and we were both naked at her doorway, moving slowly toward the bed. “I want to suck on your pussy, while you suck mine…” She paused a minute, “But first…are you game to try something new with me? I have a surprise for you, but you can’t have it until you agree to everything I ask you to do.”

I was silent a moment as we reached the bedside, Charlotte still caressing me to a melted state…almost like a high. I couldn’t say anything with all this stimulation….she continued…

“First, I want to blindfold you…then cuff your hands to the headboard so you can’t go anywhere….” Like I’d want to. “And also tie your legs to the footboard so your legs will stay wide open for me. I won’t tell you the rest until you agree to play along.” She was so forceful, but I liked it…I still hadn’t said anything. Just quietly processing everything….”You know I wouldn’t hurt you in any way Maggs, I love you too much for that. So, if that’s what you’re worried about, don’t…Do you trust me?”

“I trust you Charlotte.” That’s all I needed to say…

Before I knew it, I was tied to the head board… then the footboard, and Charlotte approached with the blindfold. I Was completely helpless, and at the mercy of my lover. Definitely not a bad thing, it surely had my juices flowing. It’s amazing how the unknown can excite. Charlotte let me lay there in silence for a moment, I almost asked what was going on, but refrained. Suddenly, her breath was in my ear…

“First, I want to get you good and worked up for me Maggs…nice an wet, and horny. Then I’ll give you your surprise.” She kissed my ear.

“I’m horny now, I can hardly wait. Do something soon Charlotte, before I burst.”

“I promise it’s worth the wait Maggie.”

Again, she left me to wait…I didn’t know when or what was going to happen next. Suddenly, her lips touched mine. Her tongue forcefully playing with my own, and I felt her warm body straddle over me. Her pussy was hot and wet across my belly, and then moved down onto my leg. She was slowly rotating on my thigh, her sticky juices flowing as she stimulated herself against me. I felt her fingers on my nipples. She pulled and twisted them to attention, kissed each one and then moved on. Slowly. On my ribs, over my belly, and down to my pussy lips. Her tongue teased my clit, and moved down inside me. I was so near to cumming and she would stop, leaving me in the dark wanting more. I would plead for her to keep going, but she didn’t say a word, and then when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, she would start again. I was so close, so dangerously close and she knew, and stopped. Again, in a dark silence when I felt her leave the bed….

“What are you doing Charlotte?” I sounded a little more panicked then needed, but there was no answer.

I felt her return. Her fingers grazed over my pussy, and then inside in a gush of wetness. Then nothing. Her tongue touched my clit, and I moaned in want of more, but she took it away almost immediately. I felt her looming over me now. Her wet fingers painted my lips, and I recognized the taste…me.

“Charlotte…please! I need to come now, please!”

With that, I felt something cold enter my pussy. It was slippery, and hard, and wonderful. I almost came right away, but held on to feel what would happen next. It stretched me, how long and thick it was. It felt like an enormous cock impaling me in the best of ways and I could feel Charlotte’s thighs around me, gliding with the motion of this fuck toy. It was ecstasy as the cock went so deep inside me, touching the bottom of my virginal hole. I could feel myself peaking, and Charlotte finally spoke…

“Maggie, I’m fucking you.” She moaned, and with that I let out a loud cry. All the strains of being blindfolded and unable to move…all the stimulation, and now this. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “It’s our new toy Maggs.” Her breathing was heavy as well, ” I bought it for us today. A strap-on cock babe. One is inside you,” She emphasized with a harder thrust, “And the other side is in me.” She rotated her body, pleasuring us both. Her breathing was heavy in her pause, “So…as I fuck you, I fuck myself as well.” She paused again in moaning as she came. “Do you like me fucking you with this Maggs…” She cried out as her orgasm struck, “Tell me, tell me now!” I couldn’t speak as I neared my second orgasm, it was even better then the last.

“Oh, fuck Magg’s, I’m cumming!” The thick, hard, cock plunged faster inside me, inside her….

“Me too…me too! Don’t stop!” I gasped.

She finally slowed as we came down from our fantastic orgasms…the best I had ever had in my life…and reality pried at me, hoping no one above had heard our little adventure. The cock slid out of me, and Charlotte removed the blindfold. I saw the size of the thing that had been fucking us and gaped…

“Holy Shit Charlotte!” The sight of it took my breath away, “Did I really take all that…wow.”

“Yes you did babe.” She smiled, unstrapping it, and I watched the other, equally large cock slide out of her…slick and sticky.

I was still in shock as she let me loose from the restraints. She kissed me, and left the bed, “I’m going to get us some snacks, then we can watch the movies.” Her eyes widened, and an evil smirk crossed her face as she slipped on a large shirt.

I took the strap on in my hands, feeling the thickness of it in around my fingers. I still couldn’t believe it had been inside me…AND Charlotte. I wanted to fuck her with it….

“Hey Charlotte! Do I get a turn with it?”

She returned with a tray of snacks and drinks…”What?” She smirked, knowing exactly what I was talking about.

“I wanna turn to fuck you with this. Do I get a turn, when?” I sounded like a child.

“Of course you do babe. Lets munch a little, and watch these videos, and get all worked up again…and then.” She met my lips, and I devoured her mouth. I wanted to fuck her so badly, I wasn’t even hungry anymore.

“Okay…” I sighed. She just laughed at me, and I pulled the shirt back off of her.

We made out for a long time. We didn’t eat anything…well, not food anyway…and eventually the video was put in. Women fucking each other in all kinds of ways….eating pussy, fucking with strap-ons, and fingers, and vibrators…I was so turned on, and finally got to fuck Charlotte… it was crazy amazing. We came for the fifth and sixth time, I lost count…it was gonna be another sleepless weekend, that’s for sure.

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Mary looked out of her bedroom window and watched Mark as he walked up the driveway. He had only returned from his second term at university that afternoon and the first thing he had done was to ‘phone her. She felt like a giddy teenager again, as he asked if she had missed him and then if she would like to see him later. Even though she could not understand why Mark would want someone old enough to be his mother, Mary was glad that he did.

She had arranged that she would leave the side door unlocked and wait for him in her bedroom. Mary had bathed and carefully shaved her pussy and ass so as to surprise him with her bald mound. Then she had chosen a bra and panties, with matching suspender belt and sheer stockings. The bra pushed her heavy breasts together and up, making a deep valley between them and the stockings accentuated her long shapely legs. The flimsy panties barely covered the lips of her pussy and clung tightly to her smooth skin.

Mary heard the side door close and Marks quick, light, step as he climbed the stairs. Quickly she arranged herself on top of the bed, lying on her side, one leg bent, so that he would not immediately see her pussy. She looked up and saw him standing in the doorway, his t-shirt stretched over the smooth skin of his chest and his tight jeans bulging at his crotch. Without speaking he crossed to the side of her bed and looked down as she sat up. Almost dazed, Mary reached out and began to unfasten the straining buttons of his fly. The bulge in his pants seemed to swell and harden, even as she watched.

Mary pushed Mark’s jeans down to his ankles and then eased his boxers down over his cock. She gasped as it sprang free, seemingly even thicker and harder than she remembered. Opening her mouth she gently kissed and licked the tip, before leaning forward and sucking the head of his cock into her warm, wet mouth. She could taste the saltiness of his sweat and smell his musk as she sucked slowly, lapping at his hard meat with the tip of her tongue. Her breasts seemed to swell in her bra and the hard points of her nipples pressed against the rough lace.

Mark pulled his t-shirt over his head and with his cock in her mouth wriggled out of the rest of his clothes, so that he was naked in front of her. Mary grasped his hips and pulled him closer to her, his thick cock slipping further into her mouth and, as she swallowed, into the back of her throat. Mark closed his eyes and bit his lip as he fought down the urge to thrust his cock to the back of her mouth and spurt his cum into her throat. Mary felt his shaft swelling and stretching her mouth as she ran her tongue all over his length. Mark reached down and unfastened the clasp of her bra, letting her breasts swing free.

Taking her hard nipples in his fingers, Mark pulled and twisted them, until Mary groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure. She could feel her pussy leaking into her panties, making them cling to her shaved skin. The smell of her pussy seemed to fill the room, sharper and muskier than a young girl’s. She slurped greedily on Mark’s cock, stuffing the length of him into her mouth until she almost gagged on the head as she took it into the back of her throat.

Mark stepped back and pushed Mary down onto the bed, pulling her bra off to fully reveal her breasts. Straddling her belly, he leaned over her and took one of her nipples in his mouth and began to suck hard. As he Antep Bayan Escort moved his mouth over her swollen globes, Mark would suckle and bit, leaving a tiny series of angry bruises on her creamy flesh.

“God yes, bite me, bite my tits.” Mary moaned

Mark leaned further over and began to suckle Mary’s other nipple. She writhed beneath him as he sucked and bit at her tender breast, leaving another trail of tiny, angry marks. Mary could feel the sparks of dark, perverse, pleasure ripping through her nerves and settling to kindle the heat in her pussy. Her juices oozed into her panties, soaking the thin material and gluing it to her bald pussy.

Mark reached down between her thighs and pressed his fingers against the material, feeling the wetness soaking through. Hooking his fingers in the waistband, he jerked his hand downwards, so sharply that they tore off her body. Mary knew that he was going to take her roughly and use her for his own pleasure. The image of his cock being rammed viciously into her filled her with lust and she groaned, deep within her throat. She reached down, groping for his cock and Mark grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. He thrust his knee between her thighs and forced them apart, the tip of his cock leaving a damp, slimy trail over her belly. Mary knew that she was dripping wet, but also that her pussy was still tight from the months without Mark. She shook her head desperately

“Mark, no. Go slowly, or you’ll hurt me.” Mary pleaded.

Mark grinned and ignored her plea. Mary realised then that she would be powerless to stop him. Suddenly, her fantasy of being raped was starting to come true. Mary willed herself to resist, but the thought of his cock being driven hard into her pussy kept filling her mind and robbing her of the will to fight him off. She felt the head of his cock nestling between the dripping lips of her pussy as he guided it towards her tight passage. Mary tried to get her feet onto the bed, but only managed to open her pussy wider. Mark leaned over her, his mouth close to her ear.

“I’ve dreamed of pushing my cock into your cunt every night for a whole term and you aren’t going to make me wait a moment longer.” Mark almost growled into her ear.

Hiss words brought another gush from her already bubbling pussy and, as the slippery liquid anointed the head of his cock, Mark rammed the whole length as deep into her pussy as he could go. Mary felt herself pinned to the bed as Mark’s cock pierced her. She thought, at first, that he was about to split her open but as the first flash of pain subsided and she felt his thick cock filling her pussy, she began gushing over his cock again. Mark could feel her pussy bubbling and boiling over his cock and he rested for a moment, closing his eyes as he felt her gripping him tightly.

Mark rested his weight on his arms and began to rock his hips, easing his cock back until it almost slipped out of her pussy and then driving it hard and deep. Mary groaned deep in her throat as she felt his thick cock filling her. Mark slowly slid his cock in and out of her pussy, working his hard shaft deeper and deeper into her. Mary’s limbs were trembling as the sensation of her young lover fucking her hard ripped along her nerves. Mark took a deep breath and rammed his cock as far into her as he could, pinning her to the bed with his thrust. Mary could not hold back and screamed as she gushed over his cock.

Mark pulled out of her pussy and roughly turned Mary onto her belly. She bent her legs, so that she could lift her dripping pussy for him to fuck it from behind. Mark knelt behind her and ran the tip of his cock along the swollen lips of her bald pussy. Mary moaned and lifted her ass higher. Mark took the base of his cock in his hand and guided the head between Mary’s buttocks. Looking back, over her shoulder, Mary shook her head weakly. Mark leaned closer so that she could hear his whisper clearly.

“I’m going to fuck your ass with my hard cock. You’re going to take me right in your back door.” Mark hissed into her ear.

Mary knew that even though her ass was flabby, her anus was tight. Until mark had fucked her ass before he went to university, Mary had been an anal virgin. Mark pushed the head of his cock against the tight ring of her anus. Mary gasped and bore down as though she wanted to empty her bowels. Mark’s cock slipped inside, stretching her tightly. Mary whimpered as he pushed firmly, forcing the swollen knob deep into her. She could feel him filling her with his cock as he plunged it deeper into her. Her fingers curled into fists as she gripped the sheets, whimpering with tears in her eyes. Mark looked down at his cock sinking into the puckered rosebud between her ass cheeks and pushed more deeply. The soft fuzz on his sac pressed against her bare, dripping pussy as he pushed deeper.

Mark watched her ass gripping his hard cock tightly as he eased it in and out, streaks of brown from her ass smeared along the length. Mary could feel her nipples scraping against the bedclothes as Mark rammed his hard length into her ass. She could feel the heat of his cock burning as he plunged it to the depth of her bowels.

“You like that?” Andrew demanded, “You like my cock in your filthy ass?”

“Yes,” Mary moaned, “fuck my ass, ram your cock in my shitter.”

Mark could feel her back passage clenching tight around his cock, as he pulled right back, before slamming his cock into her as hard as he could. Mary grunted like an animal in heat, thrusting back at him as Mark fucked her. He could feel her body tremble as he worked the length of his cock between the cheeks of her ass, pounding into her with long, vicious thrusts. Mary could feel the heat in her pussy as her juices oozed over the tops of her thighs. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feel of his cock filling her ass as Mark rammed it into her. She lifted herself on her arms and looked down her body. As her heavy breasts swung, she could glimpse her dripping pussy and Marks tight balls as he rammed his cock into her.

Mark gave a hard thrust, knocking Mary back onto the bed and his hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her onto his cock. She could feel his cock swell and begin to jerk inside her, hot wads of cum splashing into her ass, mingling with her own filth. She could feel a burning sting from each spurt, and a little of his cum seeped out of her asshole and down the back of her thighs leaving dirty, slimy, smears on her white skin.

Mark slid his cock, still firm, out of her ass and roughly turned her onto her back. Straddling her, he caught her breasts between his thighs and grabbed her by her hair, forcing her to look at his cock.

“Now darling, I don’t know whether to fuck your tits or your mouth.” Mark growled.

Mary just looked at the cum and shit smeared over his cock and tried to shake her head. Mark’s grip was too tight and tears sprang to her eyes from the pain as her hair tugged at her scalp. She opened her mouth to protest and Mark thrust his hips forward so that the tip of his cock slipped into her mouth. Mary closed her lips around the head and ran the tip of her tongue over the velvety skin. She suddenly felt incredibly dirty as she sucked her own shit from her lover’s stiffening cock and she groaned in lust as she began to clean him off. The bitter taste of her own filth mixed with his sweet cum excited her and she began to suck on him greedily. Mark looked down as she strained to suck his cock to the back of her throat.

Mark quickly climbed off her breasts and turned around, so that his mouth was almost touching her smooth pussy and the tip of his cock was between her lips again. Slowly Mark ran the tip of his tongue along her pussy and pushed his cock into Mary’s mouth. She could feel him filling her as he pressed deeper, the tip of his cock sliding over her tongue. Her eyes watered and she gagged a little as she swallowed the head of his cock. Mark sucked hard on her clit, drawing it from beneath the hood covering it and nipping it with his teeth. Mary spasmed beneath him, thrusting her head forward and almost choking on the hard shaft of Mark’s cock.

Mark licked her sopping pussy, pushing two fingers deep into her and working them back and forth. Mary could barely breathe but still sucked his cock greedily. Mark pulled his fingers out of her pussy and smeared the creamy juices all over his hand. Bunching his fingers together, he slowly forced four fingers into her, stretching her over his fingers and then easing his bunched palm into her. Mary moaned around his cock, gulping him into her throat and gobbling his meat greedily.

“Now I’m going to fist your cunt.” Mark informed Mary.

Bunching his fingers and thumb together, he pushed slowly, forcing his hand into her pussy. Mary groaned, opening her mouth around his cock and letting Mark slide a little deeper into her throat. Mark watched as his hand slid inside Mary’s pussy, right up to his wrist. Mary could feel his hand filling her and stretching her pussy until it was almost tearing. Mark worked his hand in and out, pressing the bones in his wrist against her hard, erect, clit. Her pussy, already dripping, gushed over his hand again and again.

Mark slowly curled his fingers into a fist, feeling his knuckles pushing against the walls of Mary’s pussy. Slowly but forcefully Mark pushed his fist as deeply as he could, turning and twisting it as he did so. Mary could hold back no longer and clamping her lips around his cock held him buried in her throat as she gulped on his meat while she came, shatteringly, soaking the bedclothes.

Mark’s cock jerked in her throat as he sprayed the last of his cum into her belly. She could feel him softening as he eased his clenched fist out of her pussy, leaving her spread and gaping on the bed with pussy juice trickling between her thighs and down the crack of her ass to make a sticky puddle on the bed. Mark rolled off her and lay on the bed next to her. Mary leaned over and grasped his cock, still damp from her mouth and kissed him, so that she could taste their cum.

“Mark, stay with me all night, please, and fuck me again.” Mary asked, in her best little-girl voice.

Mark said nothing, just pulled the blankets over them and rested his hand on her bare, oozing pussy.

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Ann: A Love Story Ch. 14

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Ann was waiting for me in her parent’s front yard, sitting in a lawn chair of her own. She got up and my eyes almost came out of their sockets. She was wearing a pair of very short cut off jean shorts, with the legs cut off at her crotch, exposing every single inch of her amazing tanned legs. Up top, she was wearing a tight, light orange tank top that was cropped to show her wonderful flat stomach. Her low sandals matched the color of her shirt. She wore an ankle bracelet, and had a toe ring on, bringing even more attention to her wonderful legs.

Ann bounced over to the car, making it even more clear to me that she’d left her bra inside. She quickly walked to the passenger door, not letting me get out, which would have been tough anyway. I was still rock hard, something she noticed as soon as she leaned over to give me a kiss.

“Wow. Somebody’s happy to see me!”

“That I am. But I have a confession to make.”

“Ooooh, a girl never likes to hear that when a guy picks her up. What’s going on?”

“Let me get out of the driveway,” I said, and I pulled out and drove around the block. I actually pulled in to the parking lot of a mortuary that was midway between the Franklin house, and my parents. I parked and shut off the engine.

“Kind of a morbid stopping place, don’t you think? What’s the matter, Neil…did you have a bad round of golf?”

I stared at the windshield for a moment, unsure of how to even start. Ann put her hand on my leg and stroked the bare skin. She could tell I was troubled. Well, not troubled, really. I was more uptight than anything, and the fact that I was sporting a huge boner because of Paula wasn’t helping.

“Neil, no matter what it is…we can get through this together. Okay?”

Just the way Ann said that made me light up inside. It was another shining example of the love I felt from her. And that made my love for her practically burst out of my chest. Suddenly, what seemed so difficult seconds before became incredibly easy to talk about. I spilled my guts, telling Ann everything that happened during the golf match. I told her everything I’d said and done, as well as the rest of the group.

“So, this is going to be a little more than your normal meet and greet,” she said with a smile.

“You don’t know the half of it, literally,” I said. Then I told her what had happened at the house with Paula, and then on my way out of the house.

“So, you just left her there to take care of herself?”

“Yeah.”

“Neil, you should have just fucked her. I’m leaving on Sunday. You don’t need my permission.”

“Oh yes I do, Ann. This is no different than Nancy. I’m yours for the week. We’ve talked about this.”

“Okay, you’re right. And I would do the same for you. I just don’t seem to have guys falling into my lap like you have women fawning all over you.”

“That’s a little unfair. Anyway, that should tell you what I think of you. I wouldn’t be sitting here with a hard on if I didn’t have the willpower to walk away.”

“Wow! I never thought of that. I guess you do care about me, huh?”

I grabbed Ann’s hand and held it tightly. “Yes, I do!”

Ann sucked in her breath. It was as close as we’d ever come to actually saying what we were really feeling about each other. At that point, I think we were both afraid to say it. But we knew it. Still, time was passing us like a steamroller; slow and steady, and ready to crush us if we didn’t keep moving.

Ann finally broke the silence by saying, “I have one question.”

“What’s that?”

“Did you have leave Paula like that. Couldn’t you have at least given the poor woman a cucumber?”

I burst out laughing and said, “She had her own vibrator. I’ll be surprised if my Mom doesn’t hear it buzzing if she walks back to her bedroom.”

We hugged, and I felt relieved that everything was out in the open. Sharing a quick kiss, she broke it off and said, “Let’s go have some fun!” The look of determination on Ann’s face made me wonder if I should warn the guys about HER.

~*~*~*~*~*~

We pulled into the driveway, and Dad had the Weber heating up. The wonderful smell of flaming charcoal filled the car as I parked. My three golf partners were standing next to the grill, creating a veritable gauntlet for Ann to pass. Intentional or not, it was a situation that unnerved me a little. Ann reached over and took my hand, squeezing it.

“Don’t worry, baby. Everything’s going to be fine. Give me a quick who’s who so I know what to expect.”

“The big guy closest to us is Rob. The guy next to him is Mack. And the man holding the spatula is my Dad.”

“Rob is with Paula, right?”

“Yep.”

“Okay, so Mack is with Carrie. I Got it. Let’s go!”

I got out and acted the gentleman, and heard about it from Rob and Mack as I opened the door for Ann. She got out, swinging her sexy legs out with her ankles still crossed, holding out her hand for me to help her up. As she stood, I couldn’t help but notice she was glowing with self-confidence. Ann seemed to have raw Antep Bayan Escort sexuality pouring out of every pore of her body. She was the very essence of a woman, and she was exuding it as she walked toward the men gawking as they stood just outside the garage on the driveway.

I held Ann’s hand as we walked, past Rob and Mack and their stunned gaze.

“Dad, this is Ann Franklin. Ann, this is my Dad,” I said, introducing them to her.

“Very nice to meet you, Mr. Thomas,” Ann said. Her smile was brighter than the late afternoon sun, starting its decent in the western sky.

Dad stuck out his hand, and dispensed with the formalities right away. “Call me Darren, please, Ann. It’s wonderful to finally meet you.”

Ann looked at his hand, and smiled, ignoring it. She glanced back up at Dad’s eyes and leaned in for a big hug. “I’m sorry, Darren. A handshake just doesn’t seem right to me. After all, you’re my boyfriend’s Dad.” They embraced for a lot longer than I would have ever imagined, and finally she pulled back a little and said, “Yep, that felt right, don’t you think?”

Dad nodded and said, “Yes, sweetie. It did. Welcome to our home.”

“Thanks!” she said still beaming.

Dad did the honors, and introduced Ann to our guests. Her arms still wrapped around Dad’s waist and his around her shoulder as he walked her over towards his buddies.

“Ann, this is Mack Richardson. He’s been a friend of the family for a very long time.”

Ann held out her hand and said, “Hello, Mr. Richardson.”

“Call me Mack, Ann. Nice to meet you.”

“And this, is Rob Foster,” Dad said.

“Call me Rob,” he said, staring a hole through Ann as she shook his hand.

“Rob. Nice to meet you too.”

I took Ann’s hand and pulled her with me, more to get her away from Rob’s eyes than anything. “We’ll be back in a little bit. I need to introduce Ann to Mom,” I said.

We walked into the house into the privacy of the mud/laundry room. Ann took me in her arms and pushed me back against the washer, giving me a quick kiss. “Relax, Neil. I’ve got this covered. Just have a good time, and don’t worry about me. I’m a big girl, okay? I can take care of myself, and I can certainly handle those two. This will be fun.”

I nodded, and led Ann into the house. Mom and Carrie were still in the kitchen talking. We walked around the corner, and my Mom lit up. Ann returned a beaming smile, and walked straight over to my Mom with her arms wide open. It must have been a woman thing, because they hugged before they were ever properly introduced.

When Mom finally let Ann go, I said, “Mom, this is Ann Franklin. Ann, this is…”

“Mom. It’s very nice to meet you Mrs. Thomas. I feel like I already know you. Thank you so much for having me over.”

“You can call me Betsy, dear…or, Mom,” she said with a nervous laugh.

Ann thought it was cute, and said, “Okay Mom. You’ve raised a wonderful son.”

“Thank you. We’re pretty proud of him.”

Ann walked back to me and put her arms around me, and gave me a huge wet kiss. “I’m pretty proud of him too,” she said staring into my eyes.

I nodded toward Carrie, and Ann looked over and said, “I’m sorry. I tend to get a little carried away with Neil.”

“Ann, this is Carrie Richardson. She’s Mack’s wife,”

Carrie opened her arms for a hug, and Ann turned back to me and said, “I’m going in, Neil. If I’m not back in five minutes, come and get me.” I looked at her like she was nuts, and she said, “I’m not that big, baby. I might fall into that big cleavage she’s showing off. So, come in and get me…but don’t go face first or you’ll forget what you’re looking for!”

Carrie blushed, but my Mom let out a huge laugh of approval. I kind of snickered as Ann pretended to be scared to hug Carrie, and that made Carrie lighten up about what Ann had said.

Ann had only pointed out the obvious. Carrie had always dressed in very low cut tops and dresses to show off what had to be 38DD tits, but no one ever talked about them. They were like the elephant in the room we all tried to ignore. But Ann was bold enough to not only mention it, but to make light of it. I could feel my Mom warming up to Ann just for that.

Carrie and Ann had a quick hug, and when Ann pulled back and made an even bolder move. She quickly cupped Carrie’s big tits and made them bounce.

“Sorry, Mrs. Richardson. I couldn’t help myself. Mack must have a blast playing with those things! Neil, are you sure mine are good enough, babe?” Ann said as she squeezed hers together and pushing her chest out.

Ann had basically announced to my Mom that I’d seen her tits. And yet, it didn’t phase me at all. “They’re perfect, Ann. Don’t ever change them,” I said as I winked at her as I leaned against the wall.

Ann looked at Carrie, who had a look of disbelief on her face. I don’t think that she could believe that Ann basically just felt her up a little bit. “Are you okay, Mrs. Richardson?” Ann asked her.

“Uh…yes dear.”

“I hope I didn’t offend you. You just seem so proud of your breasts. I mean, why else would you have them sticking out like that if you didn’t want us to notice them and comment on them, right? I know if I had big ones like that, I’d be sticking them out there for the world to see. That’s why I go without a bra sometimes. I don’t have nice boobs like you, but I do have amazing nipples. You have to use what you have to get men to look, right…Mrs. Richardson?”

“Call me Carrie, Ann. And with legs like yours, you’ll never have to worry about men looking at you.”

“Thanks,” Ann said. Then she turned to my Mom and said, “I didn’t embarrass you, did I Mom?”

“No dear. I’ve been around the block. And it’s not just your legs. I’m pretty sure I know my Neil, and his eyes will be staring just a little farther north of your legs, when you’re walking away from him.”

Ann looked over her shoulder and jutted her ass out like she was looking at it. Then she looked at me and grinned as she wiggled it back and forth, which obviously drew my attention, and a smile.

I was about to blush, but Ann said, “I already knew that, Mom. That’s why I wore these cutoffs. They’re like the ones he used to wear in High School. Well, maybe they’re a little shorter. He’d be sticking out of these,” she said with a giggle.

That made my Mom blush a little, but she didn’t say anything. I stopped caring at that point. Ann was being who she was, and that meant more to me than anything. There was no pretending to be innocent…or worse yet, a virgin. She was a woman, and you either liked her or you didn’t. I found that incredibly refreshing, and sexy.

We talked for a little while, and finally, my Mom said, “Where’s Paula. You have to meet Paula.”

Ann gave me a quick glance and smiled. She started to say something, but I gave her an evil stare, warning her not to. Instead, Ann gave me a little pout, which almost had me laughing. Just then, Paula came out from the back. She had an ambiance about her and an aroused look on her face. She strolled barefoot through the family room in a new outfit. Black short shorts and a tight bright pink T-shirt. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra from her hard nipples poking at the fabric. Her breasts were smaller like Ann’s, and they seemed to have very little sag, but that really didn’t matter.

Mom and Carrie were a little surprised by Paula’s attire, because she usually dressed so conservative. Carrie was the one that was more outgoing fashion wise, but that had a lot to do with her tits, as Ann pointed out. But Ann and I could only smile.

Ann leaned into me and said, “You had some effect on her. She looks like she’s been cumming for the last half hour!” She might have been. It had been almost an hour since I had left to go get Ann. But Ann was right; there was no doubt from the glassy look in her eyes that Paula had one hell of an orgasm. Oddly, Paula walked right past us, into the garage, never saying a word.

Mom and Dad kept a second refrigerator out there for drinks, and Paula came back with three beers. She handed one to me, and one to Ann, and said, “Hi, I’m Paula. You must be Ann.” Paula twisted open her long neck, and took a long swig, then rubbed her mouth with the back of her hand. It was a very uncouth move for a woman who had never shown anything but class.

“Hi Paula. It’s great to meet you,” Ann said as she twisted off her cap and joined Paula with a big swig of her own, and wiping her mouth the same way. “Thanks for the beer.”

“You’re welcome,” Paula said as she looked over at me.

I had opened my beer, and I lifted it in a silent toast to Paula, who gave me a quick wink in return.

“So, are you feeling better?” Ann asked Paula, putting her on the spot in front of two of her oldest friends.

“Uhhh…yes, much better, thanks.”

“Better. What’s wrong,” my Mom asked.

Ann swooped in and said, “Neil was telling me that Paula was feeling a little hot earlier. She had to lie down and cool off. Right Paula?”

Paula’s eyes got wide. She scrambled to fill in the gaps from Ann putting her on the spot. “Yeah…but I’m okay now. I’m not sure what came over me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, Neil,” Mom asked, almost scolding me.

“It’s okay, Betsy. I told him I needed to be alone for a while. I’m okay now. Like Ann said, I just got overheated.”

“Maybe it was just something that got you worked up. Sometimes I have moments where I just break out in a sweat, and I have to strip and lie down. That, or a cold shower,” Ann said with smile.

Paula looked at me, and I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders a little before I took another sip of my beer.

“Sounds like menopause,” Carrie said.

“Thanks, Carrie. Just announce to the world that I’m really old. It isn’t menopause.”

“She’s not old enough for menopause,” Ann said in defense. Paula smiled at her, but Ann followed that by saying “Maybe it was some other kind of men that gave you a pause…or maybe it was a man. I know I get really hot when I think about Neil. What do you think, Paula?”

Paula had beer come out of her nose from the gulp she was drinking at the time. She started coughing, and that kind of changed the mood of the room. When she finally got her bearings again, she just grabbed Ann and gave her a big hug. It was obvious Ann had had an effect on Paula too, in a positive way. They were suddenly acting like long lost sisters.

Mom had me take the tray of meat out to Dad, and Ann stayed behind to do some girl talk, no doubt about me. I wasn’t worried. Whatever Ann felt she needed to say was fine by me. I was happy, and I knew that Ann wouldn’t say anything that would hurt me, not permanently, anyway. I was outside the garage with the guys, getting congratulations in the form of sarcastic verbal jabs. The general consensus was that Ann was a big hit, especially with my Dad.

“She’s a real keeper,” he said.

“That’s going to have to be a big holding tank,” Mack said, referencing the live well a boat would have to save the ‘keeper’ fish. “California is a long way from here.”

Like I needed yet another reminder. If I wasn’t already doing it to myself all the time, it seemed like I was constantly getting hints and signs that Ann not only lived a long way from me, but that she would be leaving very soon.

I felt like I was surrounded with anal football announcers who were constantly giving the down and distance, and the time remaining in the game. In my case, the down always seemed like it was fourth, the distance was 2,200 miles, and the time left was less than 48 hours…and I had no time outs. The silver lining was that even though time was winding down, Ann and I were scoring a lot.

I sighed, and took another swig of my beer, finishing it. I was going to head to the fridge to get me another one, when the door to the house opened. Ann stepped out and placed her bottle into the bin next to the fridge. “Who needs another beer?” she said as she looked over at us. She’d taken off her sandals, choosing to go barefoot just like Paula had been inside. And that only made her look sexier to me. Heels would have been perfect, but this was the next best thing.

All of us raised our hands, and Ann smiled. She saw the tray I had brought out the plates of meat on, and she came over to the little table Dad had set up next to the grill and grabbed it

“Guess I just elected myself to play waitress for you boys,” she said as she strutted back to the fridge. She knew all of our eyes were on her, and when she opened the door to the fridge full of beer, she didn’t reach for the top shelf. Instead, Ann suggestively bent over at the waist with her feet spread apart about shoulder width, and she took her time getting five bottles from the very bottom. We were getting a world class view of her ass and legs.

Ann looked over her shoulder as she put the last bottle on the tray, and she flashed us all a wicked grin as she stood up and spun around, shutting the door on her way back to us. She held the tray like a pro, and I wondered if she ever HAD been a waitress. She handed me my beer first and winked at me as she turned to face the other three. She put the tray down, and opened my Dad’s beer for him.

“There you go, Dad,” she said with a smile.

It took him by surprise, but he smiled back and said, “Thank you sweetie.”

“You’re welcome,” she said as she kissed him on the cheek.

Ann grabbed a second beer and opened it. “Here you go, Mack. Can you handle that yourself, or do you need me to get Carrie out here to be your bottle holder?”

Mack blushed, and said, “Uh…no, that’ll be fine.”

“What in the world does that mean?” I asked.

“Oh, Carrie was just telling us girls how Mack likes to stick things between her tits. I would have guessed it was just what’s hanging between his legs, but apparently he uses them for all kinds of things.”

“Come on, now. Don’t make it out like I’m some kind of pervert,” he said, trying to defend himself.

“You’re only a pervert if you’re playing with someone else’s tits besides your wife. And if I had tits that big, I’d want my man to do all the kinky things he wanted to with them,” she said, glancing briefly at me.

“So, you stuff your beer bottle between Carrie’s breasts?” Rob asked.

“ONE TIME, OKAY! I DID IT ONCE!”

“Man, don’t get so defensive, Mack. Ann’s right, it’s no big deal. It’s not like we all don’t know Carrie’s stacked. She’s always got them floating out there like a couple of blimps. I’m pretty sure we’ve all thought of stuffing something in that huge chest of hers. I know I have,” I said with a grin as I raised my beer to my lips.

Having put Mack on the defensive, Ann turned her attention toward Rob. She took the empty from his hand and replaced it with a fresh bottle. Grabbing her own, she stood in front of him with her left hand on her hip and took a big swig. Rob followed suit, and Ann smiled at him. Rob got a funny look on his face as Ann stared him down. He became fidgety, and was shifting from foot to foot like a kid that was in trouble with his mother. Finally, Ann took another little drink and let out a giggle.

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*imagine, if you will, a typical lovers’ argument*

I could just deck him at this point. Pacing back in forth in the guest bedroom, the closed door was the only thing holding me back from lashing and knocking the shit out of him. I was fully aware that he was just as strong, maybe more, and he wouldn’t just let me haul off and hit him. So I had decided to calm down and at least go out there and talk about it with him.

I opened the door and he was sitting on the couch, wearing his business attire: a white shirt, tie, and slacks. His tie was loose from when I pulled at it in anger earlier that afternoon. Noticing that I was standing in the doorframe to the living room, he looked up at me the way a lethargic animal would.

“Speak of the devil…”

“Oh, shut up. And anyways, you started this.”

“Whatever you say,” he said, standing up. “So I’m leaving for a while…until you really calm down,” he added, grabbing his coat. I stopped him at the door.

“Whoa whoa whoa…who said you could leave? I’m not done with you!”

“I don’t care if you’re not done with me! You have no authority over me!” he said, getting loud. I didn’t back down.

“No shit Sherlock…it’s just that…you don’t get to leave, that is, until I get what I deserve.”

“If you want me to say sorry…”

“Yeah…”

“THEN YOU’RE NOT GOING TO GET IT! NOW MOVE!” he said, trying to push me off. I pushed him back and he hit the wall. He threw his coat to the floor and darted toward me. I held my arms out, stopping him, but the force of him took me back to the wall. Already breathing hard, strange enough, this kind of anger-release was erotic to me. The feel of my hands planted into his hard chest was tantalizing, despite the situation. Mildly stimulated now, I wanted some fun in this too.

“You’re definitely gonna get it!” I said, grabbing his arms and moving them, trying to walk away. Of course, he wouldn’t just let me walk away and he grabbed my arm. I turned and punched him in the stomach, Antep Escort Bayan causing him to release his grip. I started to walk off but I stopped, and as I heard him groan, I looked at him and he gave me the look of pure evil.

Charging at me again, I took off as fast as I could into the kitchen. Chasing me around the island, my adrenaline ran up each time we had pushed off. Nearly sprinting through the house, I had nearly flown up the stairs, merely missing obstacles in the way. Fortunately, as I reached the top, he had fallen over one of those obstacles. I turned and saw him holding his foot, cursing and looking up at me.

“Damn, I wish you had fallen backwards!” I sarcatically spat and he was not pleased. He continued quickly up the stairs, growling even more with anger. I took off, wondering where all of this would lead me, but I really hadn’t cared at that point. Going into the bedroom, I got what came to me and tripped, hitting the floor. He approached me just as I turned over to get up. Lying under his 7-foot tall man standing over me, I felt like an ant about to be crushed under his massive foot.

“Now I…got you.” he said with an evil grin. I gave him one back and then locked my feet to the backs of his kneecaps, causing him to fall down. And to prevent him from crushing me, I rolled out of the way. He hit the floor with a thud and a brief groan, our legs still interlocked. He had gotten loose of our tangled mess first and got on top, pinching up and down my body.

Putting my hands up, he slapped them out of his way. I pushed him down and straddled him, holding his arms above his head. Taking the erotic initiative, I bit his neck, licking across his adam’s apple. He groaned deeply.

“Ohh…shit!” he uttered as he helplessly gained wounds and licks from me. Sitting up for a second I suddenly jumped as I noticed that he had enjoyed this as much as I did, his hard, thick erection poking at my thighs. Now more than aroused at this point, I was then aware that anything still goes. Grinning like the Cheshire cat, my moment had lasted for a few seconds before we got right back into fight mode.

Wrestling all over the floor had felt good, even though we were still hurting each other. The fact that our clothes were half-strewn left and right around us had added on to this sudden rush. Now on top of me, he had returned the favor, putting my arms above my head and kissing all over my neck, biting hard also. I was so horny at that time that all I could do was moan. Pressing his body up against mine, the feel of his big, hard cock teasing me through each of our pants was causing me to become antsy. I had wanted more than that!

Groaning from the pulsing sensation in my pussy, I got on top and looked down at the man. He was purely sexy, his chisled masculine facial features, lightly covered in stubble, which was what atracted me to him most. His brown hair was ruffled from our little fight and his brown eyes were deep and dark, as if they were full of mystery. His sexy torso, chiseled like stone and naturally tanned skin, so soft and smooth. His lips were pouted; they needed to be kissed.

Locking lips with him hard, he responded by running his hands up and down my sides. I sat up and undid my bra, tossing it to the side. He automatically started playing with my breasts, grabbing them and tweaking my nipples between his fingers. I gasped deeply and he got back on top once more, kissing me passionately. I moaned, running my fingers up and down his muscled chest. Oh, my pussy was dripping wet…like an ocean.

“Stand up.” he said, getting up off of the floor. I followed and we finished taking off our clothes. He picked me up in his arms and took me to the wall, kissing deep and teasing our naked touch, making me gasp between kisses. Waiting no longer, we got down on the bed and under the covers, still lip locked and horny as fuck. I looked at him as he thrust his big cock in my pussy. He filled me instantly, pushing and pulling in and out, making me moan for more. I ran my hands up his back, my fingernails matching my emotions, nearly stabbing his skin, as the sensations in my body had gotten stronger and stronger.

“Fuck…fuck me hard…” I moaned and rolled my hips up to meet his when he pulled out, fucking him back. He took my leg and put it over his shoulder, leaning down and going in harder. Wrapping my other leg around his back, my arms were locked around his neck, moaning and shaking as his cock touched that spot over and over.

“Turn over.” he demanded, pulling out, and I responded quickly, getting on all fours. He slammed back in hard, my face smashed to the pillow. My fingernails were nearly tearing into the sheets, moaning and gasping wildly, listening to the sounds of our skin smacking together. He knew as soon as I looked like I was shivering and going wild that it was good from there.

“You like that dick?” he said, slamming into me hard.

“Yeah!”

“What?!”

“Fuck yeah!” I said, gasping and convulsing from his deep thrusts. Just as the last waves of orgasm subsided, he made an announcement.

“Shit, I’m going to cum!” he said, pulling out and jacking off. I got on my back, loving to watch him in his final throes. Groaning loudly, jet after jet of his hot, white cream had fallen upon my chest and stomach. I pushed him down and got on top, milking his cock with my hand, pulling out every last drop of his sweet essence. He went on shuddering until I felt him go soft in my grip.

Letting go, he wrapped his arms around my body and gave me a soft kiss. I got up and walked into the bathroom, cleaning myself off and walking back into the room. Picking up my clothes and beginning to put them on, I then watched him get up, turn off the lights, and close the door.

“Umm…sweetie…I’m leaving.”

“No, you’re not. I’m not finished with you.” He said, looking at me with intent.

“Oh, really?” I said, looking at him with my eyebrow raised.

“Really.” He then said, locking the door. I dropped my clothes to the floor as he walked over, picking me up and taking me down on the bed once again…

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The sharp knock at the door made Robert jump. He glanced at his watch, 12:45am. Bonus time, happy days!

He’d been looking after Ann and Martin’s daughter and had expected them to be at the door. Instead, he was surprised to see a portly, sweating and angry-looking man who nodded back towards his taxi, its engine running on the driveway.

“I’m delivering you two piss-heads. I’ve got a bad back, so you’ll have to get them in yourself. And I need paying.”

Robert looked over the driver’s shoulder. Ann was in the front seat, grinning at no-one in particular, and Martin in the back, his head slumped forward and seemingly held up only by his seat belt.

Robert put his trainers on and walked over to the passenger side. Ann smiled in recognition as he bent down to the open window. He heard the driver mumble under his breath.

“Not a bad sight to be fair. Cracking pair of legs.”

Robert immediately saw what he meant. Ann, the incorrigible flirt, was wearing a knee-length, flowery summer dress. Cut low in a ‘v’ at the front and with a generous slit up one side, the driver would have had a good view of Ann’s long slim legs, crossed so the dress fell either side of her thigh. Robert idly wondered if she was wearing any knickers. He suspected not as he knew she was braless, he’d clocked that earlier.

Ann looked stunning when Robert had arrived earlier that evening. Although not especially attractive, she always made a big effort with her clothes and make-up for any party. Tall, loud and brash with strong features framed by auburn hair, Ann would probably enjoy the description used by the men in her friendship group – ‘dirty’. That’s dirty in a fuckable, horny, smutty, suggestive way. She was confident in her own body and knew that whilst every man at the party would secretly lust after her, their wives or partners would be keeping a very close eye on her too.

That’s not to say the women didn’t like Ann. Quite the opposite in fact. As long as they had their partners in sight when she was around, they enjoyed her company. Ann was forthright and entertaining, especially when discussing her sexual needs and previous conquests, which she did as a matter of course. The rumour was that she only married Martin having become pregnant by him after a hurried shag at a work away-day – she was his boss at the time – and this after she was initially rebuffed by a female colleague. For the record, the female colleague left the company soon after.

At parties, Ann would usually wear a revealing outfit: either a lacy or semi-transparent blouse, coupled with a tight skirt, or otherwise a figure-hugging dress. Her slim upper body led down to a good-sized bottom above impressive, long legs. Her favourite trick at parties was to see how many of the men she danced with would get erections as she held her body against them and pressed her tits close to their chest. She was shameless.

The other halves didn’t mind too much as this either developed into an argument later or a tremendous session of lovemaking, with the men, no doubt, imagining their dick pumping inside Ann, rather than the partner beneath them. Ann’s record for erect dicks for one evening (excluding Martin’s semi before he usually fell asleep, drunk), was four. On the same evening she also had her hand inside the silky pants of Margaret, a foxy married Lawyer, who let Ann rub her pussy, just out of view of the main party.

Robert couldn’t help a sneaky look down the front of her dress as she greeted him that evening, leaning forward to give him a welcome kiss. The dress had dropped just far enough for him to briefly see one of her small, soft bare white breasts under the silky material. The image of the little pink button nipple had kept him going through the evening, and once young Daniel was asleep he had crept into Ann and Martin’s bedroom for a good nose around her underwear drawer and maybe, just maybe a chance to find any porn magazines or sexy toys hidden around the room.

This was back in 1983, and Robert was just 21 and on a summer vacation, home from University. Ann and Martin must have been in their early 40s. Martin a big thick-set man, intelligent, good-looking but intensely earnest with a distinct humour-bypass, whilst Ann was the polar opposite. Younger-looking than her husband (she could pass for 30) she was full of energy and usually the focus of any gathering. Her striking green eyes twinkled mischievously, especially after alcohol (she enjoyed her drink). Robert matched her in some ways – he too was tall and slim, handsome, with dark hair and an athletic, sports-toned body.

Robert had spied on Ann from his bedroom window, after raucous parties at his parent’s house. Often leaving much later than her husband, Ann would accept a lift home with whoever she took a shine to that night, when usually inebriated. There was an understanding between the married couple that Ann could explore her sexual desires however she chose, as long as she was discreet and Antep Escort Bayan kept liaisons away from Martin. The routine was fairly well established. Martin left first, Ann had a grope with someone, she’d get home drunk, then Martin awoke with Ann’s mouth sucking his cock into life under the bedclothes. Win-win in some respects.

On one memorable occasion – now stored in Robert’s masturbation memory bank – Robert watched from his bedroom window above the front door and saw an Italian friend leaving with Ann, down below. The man, who was much older than her in his early 60s, couldn’t wait to get his paws on her, so grabbed Ann and roughly kissed her mouth, his hands feeling her bare, braless back before moving down over her ample buttocks. He squeezed her butt cheeks hard over her skirt, then roughly took her hand and forced her to touch and hold his growing dick through his own pants.

The pair were giggling as she struggled to undo his zip, his thick, dark, semi-hard dick flopping out into Ann’s hand. She seemed so drunk she could hardly focus, but didn’t try to get away or stop the Italian from taking advantage of her in this way. In fact, she started tugging his now erect penis, perhaps too hard as he took her hand away after a short while and forced her to bend forward so her face was close to the deep purple tip of his dick.

The Italian’s fingers twisted in her hair so she was powerless to move her head away. Did she even want to? Robert wasn’t so sure. Maybe he should go down and intervene but he was so incredibly turned on by this voyeuristic opportunity. Ann was squatted down now in front of the swarthy man, his hands on the back on her head and pulling her close. She had little option but to take his bulbous, short fat dick fully into her mouth, face-fucked with his slow thrusts.

Above, Robert was silently squeezing his own hard dick, absorbed by the unfolding scene below him. He could hear the party in full swing elsewhere and was amazed the couple didn’t move from the front path. Anybody could have left at any moment.

After a short time it was clear the Italian was about to come in Ann’s mouth. His thrusting became quicker, more violent, until his head tipped back and with a horribly-pained expression he emptied his load. Ann efficiently gobbled him clean, swallowing the hot, sticky semen and even running her mouth up and down his veiny shaft so no creamy spunk remained. Her eyes twinkled as she looked up at the Italian, then momentarily directly at Robert in the window above. She raised herself unsteadily and kissed the man on his lips. She pulled up her blouse allowing him to see and suck on her hard nipples. As he did so, she looked up again and directly at Robert whilst holding the Italian’s head to her chest, then blew the voyeur a kiss. Robert took a hand off his hard dick and waved back.

On another occasion, the Pendletons took Ann (quite literally as it turned out) in their own car. Alan, in his late 50s, had his arms around both Ann and his short, bubbly wife Doris. Without any semblance of shame, he casually placed his hands over each woman’s breasts, gently caressing one in each hand as the threesome walked slowly down the garden path. Doris Pendleton seemed completely unperturbed. She could see perfectly well that as Alan fondled her own huge floppy breast, he was doing the same with Ann’s smaller, firmer, rounded tits.

Before they reached the road, Alan stopped and turned towards Ann, kissing her fully on the lips and pushed deeply into her mouth as he forced his tongue around hers. Doris had moved round so she faced Ann and gently ran her fingers over her dress and felt her breast, circling her protruding nipple as Alan continued to tongue her. Doris then moved her hand down between Ann’s legs, so she cupped her pubic mound over her dress material and gently rubbed her fingers into the soft folds of Ann’s pussy. In the car, Ann sat in the front and Doris immediately leaned forward from the back seat, pulling Ann’s dress straps down over her shoulders, so revealing Ann’s breasts, illuminated in the streetlights and now being massaged by the older woman as Alan drove off.

Would they stop on route, Robert wondered? Would Alan be sucked-off by Ann as Doris watched from the back, pushing Ann’s head down on her husband’s cock? Or would Ann have moved beside Doris in to the back, bending down to taste Doris’s fat pussy in full view of Alan?

I digress. Back in Ann and Martin’s bedroom, Robert had no luck with finding magazines but did find the main prize – a long, black vibrator hidden deep in Ann’s underwear drawer. So, she liked a little black inside her did she? He wondered if Martin knew she had one. Probably not. He pushed the rigid vibrator down his own pants, turned the base so it vibrated gently over his stiffening cock, imagining Ann next using it without knowing that it had massaged his penis. Robert wondered if she would put it in her mouth before her pussy? He then got out a handful of her pants, each black and lacy, and masturbated using them to rub and pull at his dick. He slipped one pair in his pocket and would take it home later as a souvenir.

Now, with some difficulty, as Martin was a solid lump and unwilling to move, Robert had supported him into the house and toward the sofa. Martin belly-flopped on to his front, apparently out for the count, fully-dressed. He found Martin’s wallet in his jacket and paid the amused driver before turning his attention to Ann who, thankfully, was able to get out of the car alone, but not without first swinging open her legs and revealing more of her long legs and the delightful ‘v’ of her lacy cream knickers, to both Robert and a beaming driver.

“Good luck pal, think your luck might be in there…”

Robert and Ann walked arm-in-arm to the door. Robert casually draped his hand down over her buttock, loving the way her butt felt when she walked, or wobbled in this case. In the hallway, Ann turned unsteadily to face Robert.

“You know, that bastard driver kept rubbing against my leg whenever he changed gear with his fat little hand. He had a tiny stiffy, dirty old man.”

“Now Robert darling, I want two things from you. A large glass of white wine, followed by a close look at your big stiffy! You have got a big stiffy haven’t you?”

Robert tried to appear unflustered, no woman had ever talked to him in these terms before, certainly not a friend of the family and not even his girlfriend Jess, who could be pretty dirty during their lovemaking.

“Ann, I think you may have had enough already.”

“Enough wine darling, or enough cock?” she slurred, giggling at Robert’s obvious discomfort. She continued: “You’ve spied on me haven’t you? I’ve seen you! Bet you wished I was sucking you off rather than that dirty old man – but you were a bit young back then weren’t you?”

Christ, thought Robert, she remembers from all that time ago?

He followed her into the kitchen, ready to catch her if she collapsed. He took this chance to look closely at her wonderfully swaying bottom outlined in the flowing dress. What he would give to get his hands on those buttocks properly.

Ann poured two, large glasses of wine without asking Robert if he wanted one, and gulped hers back quickly, pouring another equally generous glassful.

“I’d better see if Mr Boring Bastard is still breathing” she said and headed into the dark lounge, lit only by a small lamp and the flickering TV.

She laughed when she saw Martin, flat out, face creased into the sofa cushion, gently snoring.

“What. A. Sex-god he is”, she said sarcastically, handing her glass to Robert (and spilling half of it down her front).

“Oops, clumsy me. Want to lick it off?”

She snorted again as Robert looked at her chest, her nipple clearly outlined in the soaked material.

What happened next took Robert by surprise but delighted him nonetheless. Ann stood beside her sleeping husband, and facing him, gradually rolled her dress up, bit-by-bit, it rising higher and higher up her legs. She gathered the hem above her hips, turned around and pushed her butt down towards Martin’s head. She wobbled slightly as she squatted, almost collapsing onto him, then giggled as she slipped her lacy French knickers just over her lovely large buttocks, wiggling her arse at Martin, who slept peacefully. Robert had no trouble looking down her open top now as her tits swung freely, side to side.

Two things here.

One: Robert was surprised at how pale her body was, her skin almost transparent compared to his, her trim dark pubes contrasting with the long pink slit of her pussy. Robert was very bronzed having spent the previous three weeks sunbathing naked with his Jess in Greece. It was, he briefly remembered, heavenly. Jess covered in sun lotion (applied over every bit of her gorgeous body and into every soft crack by a willing Robert), at various times sitting on his hot cock or happily licking it, sucking his boiling balls in the searing heat.

And two: wow, just fucking wow! What perfectly-shaped, fleshy buttocks Ann had. She wiggled her butt closer to Martins head and even grabbed her butt cheeks and fully opened her arse to him which seemed to delight her, and made Robert’s penis strain against his jeans.

“Oops, sorry about that Robert darling, I couldn’t resist.” she whispered in a little girl’s voice, a finger to her lips.

“That’s quite alright Ann, I enjoyed the show, even if Martin didn’t.”

Robert was about to burst. It’s now or never, he thought and took the initiative. It was clear Ann was happy to flaunt herself in front of her comatose husband, in fact it seemed to turn her on. Robert grabbed her, turning her around in one movement so she had to reach over Martin to support herself on the back of the sofa. She looked down at Martin and behind her to Robert who was now on his knees behind her, his hand slipping her knickers fully off.

Without hesitating, he buried his face between her buttocks, rubbing his nose down her crevice whilst fondling the soft flesh either side. Ann squealed and instinctively pushed her buttocks to him and opened her legs more so Robert had a perfect view and easy access up and down her butt. Ann’s eyes closed and her mouth opened as Robert’s tongue slowly probed between her moist, sticky opening and flicked at her clitoris. His nose was pressed over her anus, knowingly nudging her puckered hole but not penetrating.

“Oh darling Robert, you are a naughty boy, a very naughty boy” she said, breathlessly.

“Do you want me to stop Ann? Or do you like me licking you there?”

“God no, please no, don’t stop, I love it, lick me there pleeeaaase.”

Robert knew Ann wanted more wine, so he reached behind him for her glass, and slowly let the liquid trickle down the small, soft indented ‘v’ at the top of her buttocks, down the crack between them and over her anus. She gasped, and clenched her buttocks momentarily, but relaxed as Robert’s tongue expertly sucked at the wine, licking slowly around and over her butt as the wine dribbled into his mouth and over his chin.

Ann’s gasps and the view of her arse and fanny lips from behind and him slurping the wine up and down her pussy momentarily opened up another sweet, sweet, memory for Robert, this time concerning Jess’s younger sister, Sammy.

In 1983 Samantha was 19 and similar to Jess in some ways. Both of the fine-looking Randall girls drew attention the moment they entered a room. Sam looked sultry. She had long, thin, chestnut-coloured hair which fell naturally and framed her pretty face. She had beautiful, soft and full lips, was slim but with a small rounded belly. Tall – but not as worldly or experienced sexually as her older sister, although despite this, more openly flirty with men. If anything, Sammy was slightly prettier than Jess, which had always irked the older girl. She looked young for her age too (much to her annoyance), with flawless pale skin and doleful eyes. Aside from her looks, Sammy’s key assets were her large, well-shaped, full and firm young breasts. In fact, both the Randall women were well endowed in that respect.

At the start of the summer vacation, Robert had planned to cycle up to Jess’s home and spend some time with her ahead of the Greek holiday, a vacation which Sammy was due to finish with them in the final week. He knew the mother and father were holidaying in France and that the two brothers were travelling across Europe. So just the young, horny sisters at home on a sweltering summer afternoon. On the ride over he’d imagined them sunbathing side-by-side on the lawn, in his mind both completely naked and in need of sun lotion applying.

Robert arrived 20 minutes sooner than he thought, and parked his bike around the side of the house. It was before mobile phones (imagine that!) so he couldn’t let Jess know he’d be early. As he walked to the front door Sammy waved from the kitchen window and opened the side door for him.

“Hi Rob! Thought you were coming later?”

She had just taken a lollipop from the freezer. “Want one?” she asked as she took the wrapper off and put the bright red icy lolly between her lips. Her hair was long this summer, reaching far down her back. She looked mischievous and to Robert, incredibly hot. Years of being a school and club dancer had given Sammy a strong figure with perfectly toned, well defined legs and a rounded butt.

He and Sammy had, on two occasions, shared secret, quick and intimate moments in her family home. Hands groping for her firm large tits under a night-shirt, hands fondling her round buttocks over pants, hurried kissing and joyfully, a quick hand thrust down Sammy’s pyjama shorts with Robert finding her vagina and curling a finger inside her one night when he had stayed over in the spare room. Jess, as far as he knew, was unaware of the fact that her younger, often deeply annoying sister, once had her boyfriend’s finger inside her wet hole at the same time that she had held Robert’s hot, engorged dick.

“Jess has popped out…” said Sammy as she walked past Robert and over to the stairs, still sucking on the lollipop so her lips and tongue were soon bright red.

“She’ll be about 15 minutes…”

Sammy was wearing a light-coloured,long t-shirt, possibly one of her brother’s old ones, which sat tantalisingly just below her buttocks. Her dark nipples were just visible pushing against the material. At the foot of the stairs she turned to Robert.

“Coming up?”

Sammy beckoned him to follow, which, being a horny, unscrupulous young man, he naturally did. As she reached the top the sunlight from the big window shone through Sammy’s top to reveal the outline of her wonderfully-proportioned body. She giggled and ran up the final steps when she saw the lust in the young man’s eyes below. For his part, Robert had seen up her shirt, revealing her bare white butt-cheeks. Her firm breasts bounced up and down as she headed for her bedroom at the back of the house, with Robert in hot pursuit.

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The chance meeting. The forbidden fruit. Erotic fantasies that everyone has, and few experience. This could be your fantasy to share with that someone special.

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A long day of riding made Rick tired, and looking for a place to crash for the night. He started in South Texas late in the day, and had made it past Austin by dark. He avoided the Interstate, and kept to the secondary roads. Still, most small towns rolled up the sidewalks early, there wasn’t much of a selection. He finally decided to just hit one of the roadside picnic areas and catch a few winks, before he continued to Oklahoma to visit relatives.

The roadside rest area wasn’t far, and as he pulled up, he saw the little blue car at the far end with the hood raised. He slowed the Harley and pulled in several tables away. The bike idled smoothly for a few minutes, then he shut it off. The sudden silence was almost deafening. He took some snacks from his bags and sat on a table to eat. Lost in thought, he didn’t hear her approach.

She was going to visit her family in Oklahoma, a fair drive from Florida. She had taken Interstates across to Texas, but got away from them near the big cities. She preferred the secondary roads, for the scenery, the lighter traffic, and the possibilities of finding food and gas easier. She hadn’t counted on her car giving out in the middle of nowhere. She made it to the rest stop before it quit altogether. She tried to call her relatives, but her cell phone wouldn’t pick up a signal.

She opened the hood and stared at the tightly packed compartment, not having a clue as to what she was seeing. ‘Too much crap!’ she thought to herself. ‘I wish I had my dad’s old Chevy.’ She slumped in the seat, waiting for anyone to stop and maybe help her, at least get her to a phone.

The loud rumble of the approaching motorcycle startled her. She was hoping it would pull in, but she was also afraid of what its rider might be like. She had heard stories of “those people” and how they treated women, especially those that were alone in strange places. She watched the biker pull in and stop a ways back, get something from his side pack, and sit on the table. She gathered all her courage and walked over to him.

“Hey, there!” she called out. She jumped almost as much as he did.

“You startled me!” He replied, looking around to see who spoke. He saw a short little girl, about 5’2″, in a close fitting denim dress. She had on some knee length boots with substantial heels. Her hair was medium length, and as she got closer he noticed that she was a stout little girl. A full figure, well proportioned for her height. She looked soft and inviting.

“Um .. My car’s broke.” She said quietly. “And my damn cell phone won’t work here!” she added.

“What did it do?” He asked.

“It made some growling noises, then started to steam, so I pulled in as soon as I saw this spot. It quit right there!” She pointed to the blue car.

He got a light from the bike and walked over to her car. He looked at some things and guessed that the water pump was shot.

“Not much we can do here, at night.” He told her.

“But … I’ve got to get to a phone, or something! I’m supposed to be in Oklahoma by now!” She almost wailed the last bit, choking back a cry.

“Okay! Okay! None of that tears stuff!” He snapped. “I was going to sack out here for a while, but let me finish my snack and I’ll take you into the next town. All right?”

“Oh, Yes! That would be great!” She bubbled. “Thank You!” She threw her arms around him and hugged him.

He enjoyed the feel of her soft body next to his. He could smell her hair and some kind of light perfume.

“If we are going to be this close, could I at least know your name?” He said.

She dropped her arms quickly, and got an embarrassed look on her face.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I .. I didn’t mean to … My name is Angel.” She finally composed herself.

“I’m Rick.” He answered, and walked away, back towards his bike.

Angel followed, sitting quietly next to him as he finished eating. She studied his body language as well as his body. He was about 5’7″, might weigh 150 or so. Dark hair, glasses, and dressed in leather, head to toe. He packed up his stuff and got near the bike.

“You need any thing from your car?” he asked.

“Oh! Yes, let me get some things!” She ran back to her car. He watched her strong looking legs carry her back. She definitely had some nice features. He started the bike and pulled up next to her car. She got a small carry bag from the trunk and brought it to him. He got a strap from the bike and tied the bag to the luggage rack. He got back on and waited for her to mount.

“I .. I’ve never been on a bike, before.” She said sheepishly.

Rick laughed. “Have you ever ridden a horse?”

“Yeah.”

“Get on the same way. Put your foot on this peg, stand up straight, and swing your leg over.”

She looked down at her snug fitting dress. Quickly unbuttoning the bottom three fasteners, Bayan Escort Gaziantep she followed the instructions and mounted. She felt strangely comfortable as she wrapped her arms around his waist. He kicked the bike in gear, and headed out. A sudden warmth centered in her belly as she gripped his thighs with hers. She felt her kitty glowing with the heat and getting wet. The vibrating iron between her legs added to the sensations, and she was very close to cumming.

The night air was cool, and it felt good to have a warm body behind him. It had been a while since he packed a passenger, especially a pretty one.

She felt his hand on her thigh. It was a light touch, just resting on the top. His hand felt strong and warm where the wind had peeled back her dress. Lightly running his hand up and down that spot, he was stirring feelings in her belly.

He let his hand fall to his side, and it lay on her soft thigh. He could feel her stockings, smooth and silky. He moved a little, and felt the elastic strap of garters. Pleasant thoughts filled his head. His cock stirred in his leather pants. It had been a while for that, too.

The road widened, and a small town appeared on the black ribbon of road. The first building they came to was a “Mom and Pop” Diner with some small cabins behind it. The went in to the diner, and the older woman at the counter asked what they needed. Rick asked for black coffee, Angel a tea, and where was a phone. Rick was sipping his coffee when she returned to the table.

“Well, shit!” She exploded. “Can’t anybody come this far to get me ’till tomorrow.”

” Can’t fix the car until then, either.” Rick countered.

“What am I going to do?” She moaned.

“Way I see it, you have two choices.”

“And what would they be?” She snipped.

He gave her a cold stare, and said nothing. She realised her error and started to cry.

“I …I’m sorry! .. I .. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. You’ve been so kind and helpful. Please forgive me?” She sobbed.

“Well, for starters, quit crying! It won’t solve your problems here. Second, I understand your frustration, and Yes, I forgive your outburst.” Rick replied softly.

“What … Um .. What are my choices?” She asked with hesitation in her voice.

“You can go back to your car and wait for someone to come for you, or you can ride on in to Oklahoma with me, and guide your help back here, later.” He paused for her to think a while, and motioned the counter person for some more coffee. She brought the coffee, and he leaned close to ask her something Angel couldn’t hear.

He already knew her destination was further upstate than his, but he didn’t mind. What he did mind was the late hour. He couldn’t make it where he needed to be until after midnight. That was too late for him to feel comfortable ‘landing’ on his relatives. He had asked the woman earlier how much the cabins were, and if they had any open. They had one, for $35 a night. He just told her he’d take it. Whether or not Angel stayed with him, he needed some rest, and a shower wouldn’t hurt, either.

She studied this handsome stranger, dressed in leather from head to toe, riding a huge motorcycle, and seeming to have been sent to rescue her. She fiddled with her wedding band as she thought about her choices. She definitely didn’t want to sleep in her car, and she didn’t want to bother her people again, tonight. She guessed it would be okay to let Rick carry her to her destination, after all.

“Um .. Rick.”

“Yes?”

“I …I’ll …uh … can you really take me with you?” She gushed.

“Sure. No problem. We’ll leave out early in the morning.” He spoke flatly, and got right up and headed for the door. She sat, stupefied, watching him walk out to his bike. What had she done? What was about to happen to her? Her pulse raced as she jumped up and followed him outside.

She reached him just as he started the bike. She was about to stop him, thinking he was leaving her anyway, when he pointed at the cabins in the back and pulled over to the furthest one from the Diner. She now understood what he meant when he said start in the morning. Panic filled her, but at the same time, an aroused warmth flooded her belly. She felt herself getting wet between her thighs. ‘Oh, no! This is wrong’ she thought. ‘I’m married, I don’t know this man, I can’t stay with him all night!’

She ran to the side of the cabin, where Rick had already brought his bag inside, and was untying hers from the back of the bike. She reached out to grab his wrist, and looked into his eyes, inches from his face. She saw strength, caring, and a mysterious power she couldn’t explain. Instead of stopping him and protesting the arrangements, she quietly said,

“Here, let me take that inside.”

He wondered what she would say when she discovered what he had done. He had every intention of being a perfect gentleman. He noticed her ring, and her attitude hadn’t lent him the thought she was interested in fooling around. Not that he wouldn’t mind cuddling up to her fluffy little body. She looked very soft and inviting. Warm and healthy, full of life and energy, and an appreciation for tender care.

He smiled at her and took the bag for her, anyway. He allowed her to enter ahead of him, and closed the door behind, locking it with the chain latch. He put her bag on the stand next to the first bed, his was already on the other one. He studied her as she took in the room. He saw the soft smile as she noticed the separate beds.

“Best I could do, only one left.” Rick drawled.

“You did well, my knight in black leather.” She curtsied formally, the giggled unmercifully.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“I had this picture of being stranded with you in who knows where we are, in one bed, and no one knew where I was ..and .. and ..” She never finished the sentence. She stepped close to him and kissed him lightly on the cheek. “Thank You, Sir Knight”.

“Well, I don’t know about the ‘knight’ part, but I want a shower. Flip for first?”

“Fl… what are you talking about?” she asked, very confused.

He smiled, “Flip a coin! Heads or Tails?” He said as he tossed a gold coin in the air.

“Heads!” She screamed excitedly, just as the coin hit the rug. She dropped to her knees and looked at the coin. Her butt was high in the air, and her loosened dress was high on her back. Rick got a good look at her panty-less backside.

“Hell! It’s tails.” She said with a disappointed pout.

“That’s okay, you can go first.” He spoke so softly, so gently, her heart fluttered again, and the feeling returned to her “down there”.

Angel gathered what she needed, and went into the shower room. She started to close the door, but changed her mind on a whim of fantasy. She got under the hot, heavy spray of water and started to was her weary body. She lathered her chest, and felt her nipples harden. The warmth flowed down to her vulva and engorged her clitoris and the soft folds of her sex. Her hand went down and she came as soon as her finger touched her clitoris. She stifled her cry of release and plunged the finger into her vaginal opening, intensifying the orgasm.

She composed herself and looked around, checking if she was being watched. She didn’t see him near. And quickly finished her bathing. As she dried herself, her ring slipped down her finger. Again, an impulse led her to remove it and place it in her make-up bag. She completed her ablutions and re-entered the small front room, wearing just her robe.

“All yours!” She said with an overly cheerful, yet sensual tone.

Rick went in and rinsed off the day’s ride, feeling the heavy needles pounding his body, peeling off the tensions of the ride. He emerged with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Angel almost swooned at the large tattoos that covered a good portion of his arms, legs, and back. Dragons and skulls. Daggers and eagles. Colorful pieces that adorned a muscular body.

He wasn’t rock hard, but trim and fit. No large belly hanging low, or slack skin on his arms or legs. She felt the wetness return to her lower belly and thighs. He turned off all but the bathroom light and got into the other bed. She got a quick look at what seemed to be a small tree sticking out of his body as he slipped the towel off.

Rick settled in and was drifting off to sleep when he felt a presence next to his bed. It was followed by a weight compressing the thin, worn mattress. He felt the covers lift, and then the soft, warm feeling of flesh against his thigh. He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Angel laying next to him.

“I … It’s … I haven’t slept by myself in a long time.” She muttered.

“You don’t have to … um … I know you’re married and all, Angel”

“I know.” She said softly. “I want to.”

He kissed her softly. She returned the kiss, and drew his face towards hers. Her mouth closed over his and he felt her tongue seeking entrance to his mouth.

“I … I … uh …” She began to say something. Rick closed her mouth with a kiss.

“Shhhh. Don’t say anything, Angel. It’s okay.” He soothed her.

He rolled on his side and held her in his strong arms. She melted into him, her kitty was absolutely creaming with desire for this stranger. He kissed her again, hot, this time. His tongue drove to the back of her mouth, and hers tried to follow suit. Their tongues danced and explored each other’s mouth, hands began to roam over each other’s body.

“Hey, Angel!” He stopped her, just as her hand encircled his throbbing erection. “Are you sure? I mean, you don’t have to, if you don’t want. I haven’t asked you for this.”

“I know. I want to. I want you, Rick. I don’t know or care why. I want you, tonight.”

She stroked his long cock lightly. “Mmm, it’s big! I want this in me, Rick. Please? … Fuck me?!” She blurted out the direct request.

She was never so bold at home she shocked herself at her statement. Her husband would touch her and kiss her a little, then expect her to lay back and take him in until he was finished. Then he would either get up or roll over, leaving her to either stay needy or finish for herself. This felt different, more mutual, more like sharing. Rick pulled her soft body closer, and then on top of him. She felt his throbbing erection between her legs. She wormed her way under the sheets and got her lips on the hot flesh. She felt the slick pre-cum and licked it with her tongue. She heard the soft groan above her, and felt his hands in her hair.

He felt her move down, and then her lips closed around his cock. He almost lost it right then. Her mouth was hot, wet, and her tongue was dancing between his crown and the foreskin of his eight-inch cock. He felt her mouth going down his shaft, and then the back of her throat. He felt her choke, and pulled her up to him.

“Angel, take it easy. You don’t have to try to take all of it at once.” He smoothed her hair.

“I … I’m afraid … I’m afraid I’ll change my mind.” She said softly.

“Look, Angel. You are real sweet, and I really would like to…., but I don’t want you doing anything that you’ll regret, later. Okay?”

“I don’t think I’ll regret this!” She said as she resumed sucking on his cock. It didn’t take long for her talented mouth to coax a load of cum from Rick’s cock. It hot the back of her mouth with such force, she coughed and nearly choked. Cum dribbled out of her mouth in long strands. She held the semen in her mouth, a worried look in her eyes. She didn’t swallow cum, even for her husband, but she didn’t want to leave the bed, either.

He saw her predicament, and chanced a solution. He guided her face towards his and opened his mouth. “Share it with me.” He said softly. “Kiss me hot with my cum in your mouth.”

Her eyes widened, but she complied with the strange request. Her tongue pushed the hot, thick liquid into Rick’s mouth. His tongue scooped it from hers, and it was gone. She had never had a man lick his own cum before. The idea flushed her face and chest with warmth. She had never felt so hot for a man. She intensified the hot kiss, tasting some of his cum, too. It wasn’t as bad as she had imagined it to be. She wondered if it was just him, that made it different.

“I think, it’s your turn, Angel.” Rick said as he rolled her on to her back. He kissed down her body, lingering at her long, thick nipples. He moans became a constant hum as he sucked them between his teeth and nipped them lightly, then kissed down to her soft belly. Her hands gripped his head as he tongued her navel and began to move down to her wet, hungry kitty.

Her clitoris was diminutive, hiding in the thick folds of dark rose colored lips. The inner folds had blossomed into a petal shell to serve the little bud of passion. Her hips jumped as he took the swollen bud in his mouth, again as his fingers slipped into her wet opening.

“OH! GOD! …. Rick! … ooooohhhhhhhh godddddddd!” She moaned as he licked her slit. “Been so long….. ohmigod …feels so goooddd!”

Rick took in the scent of her arousal as he began to lick her cunt and clit. It was heavy and sweet. Rich in aroma, it aroused him further. His cock rose to its full size quickly, and as Angel was getting close to cumming, he moved quickly to replace his tongue with his pulsing cock. He thrust into her all at once, making her scream and moan at the same time. She was hot and tight. Her hips rose to meet his as the fell into a steady pace of filling and emptying her tight body.

“Uhhh …Uhhh …OH …Yes ….Fuck ….me ..oh ….Rick ….Fuckkkk meeeee!” She moaned. Angel came twice more, quivering and thrusting through each cum. She wondered how he could keep going, and not cum in her. Finally, he pulled out completely, leaving her empty and feeling drained. He touched her hip, and somehow she knew what he wanted. She turned over and raised her butt, propped on her arms, “doggie” style.

“Fill me!” She begged. “Fill me with your stuff!” she gasped. “Oh, please! Fuck me and cum inside me!”

Rick aimed his throbbing cock at her gaping hole and did as she asked. He impaled her from behind and found his position. He began thrusting deeper and faster, until he felt the familiar tightening deep inside his belly. He felt her hole get tighter as he swelled, his balls drew up tight, pressure built in him and he began to shake.

Pounding her ass with the last few strokes, he exploded into her, shooting his cum deep into her waiting body. Jet after jet of hot cum washed into her, deeper than ever before. She felt the hot liquid at the opening of her womb, causing her to attain another orgasm of her own.

Panting, gasping for breath, they both collapsed on the bed. It took several moments before either could speak. They talked softly of how it felt to share love with a stranger, how Angel hadn’t had anyone but her husband in years. She told Rick of how ‘mechanical’ the sex was at home. Rick kissed her lightly, and started down her soft body. Slowly, softly licking her breasts and nipples, again, down past her navel over the slight bulge of her tummy to the swell of her cum soaked mound.

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I had been dating Kate for about 5 or 6 months when she brought up a problem she was having. Things were great between us and I wanted to hear her problem and help her solve it.

“So what’s wrong sweetheart?”

“You know how we always said we could share anything and it would be OK?”

“Of course, babe, what’s up?”

“Well, before I met you, I was part of a club I guess you could call it. I haven’t seen them since we started dating, and to be honest, I really miss them.”

“Well of course you can see your friends, what’s the problem? Are they far away or something?”

“No, they live here in town.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“Well, you. Maybe”

“Me?” I was surprised, that was the last thing I expected to hear.

“Well, you see babe, it’s not exactly a regular friend group.”

“I think you’d better explain.”

“Well, there’s this group, I kinda got recruited to it a few years ago and every so often they meet. So what it is, is this group of mostly guys and a few girls that all hang out and party.”

“Party?”

“Party. Like group sex.”

“Group sex? Awesome! Where do I sign up?”

“Well, you can’t babe.”

“Why?”

“You Bayan Escort Gaziantep don’t meet one of the requirements.”

“What requirements?”

“Well, every guy has to be at least 10″+ babe.”

“WHAT???”

“It’s just sex and I need it every once in a while babe.”

“I know but holy shit! How does it work?”

“Usually I’ll go to our web site and sign up for a date and whoever can make it can make it.”

“What’s the ratio like?”

“I’ve only ever played alone.”

“What do you mean alone? I thought you said there were all these hung guys. I was getting worried.”

“Worried?”

“Yeah, I thought you were getting gangbanged by a bunch of huge guys or something.”

“Well, that’s kinda what it is. I meant I never played with another girl, silly. Usually there’s 8 to 10 guys.”

“10 guys???”

“Sometimes more. The most ever was 18.”

“YOU fucked 18 guys at the same time?”

“The same night.”

“Did they wear condoms at least?” She just giggled. “Was that a stupid question? What did you bring this up for anyway?”

“Well, baby, because you said I could tell you anything and I feel like I need this again.”

“I’m not enough for you?”

“It’s different.”

“Why? Because they’re so big?”

“Well, yes, to be perfectly honest. And that there are so many of them. I’ll understand if you say no, but it’s something I want to do so I hope you’ll say yes baby.”

“How many is it this time?”

“That’s your first question?”

“Well, it’s a legit question, isn’t it?”

“I never know til I’m there, babe. It could be 5 it could be 15 you never know. Why is there some magical cutoff?”

“I don’t know, it’s just a little shocking babe.”

“I know it is, but I want to be able to be honest with you and not go sneaking around behind your back. Besides, it’s kind of hard to hide what happened after they’re done with me.”

“Well, can I go with you?”

“No babe, you don’t meet the requirements. Ten and up ONLY. They’re very strict about that, and to be honest, I’m happy about that.”

“So I just sit here at home while who knows how many guys go raw up in you? Do you do anal?”

“Of course.”

“You won’t give me anal!”

“Well it’s a different situation.”

“How come I can’t come, even if I just watch?”

“You don’t want to see this. Trust me. And I don’t come home and kiss and tell either. I just take a hot bath and go to sleep for the day. I’m always exhausted after.”

“You’ve got me curious now.”

“I’ve let guys in on this, and trust me, you don’t want to actually know. You don’t want to actually want to see.”

“So why shouldn’t I break up with you right here, right now?”

“You could. I’ve broken up with a guy over this, but I hope you won’t. It’s just sex and I love you. It’s just something I need cuz I’m a little weird babe.”

“You just go out, come back, bathe, and sleep and it’s over?”

“Basically. Sometimes I’m a little sore, but yeah, I go out, come back, bathe, and crash out. Simple as that babe. So? Can I?”

“I guess, just be careful.”

“Thank you thank you thank you!!!” she kissed me all over my face.

“You’re welcome babe. We’ll see how this goes. Do I get a hall pass too?”

“What???”

“A hall pass. You know, if you’re getting trains run on you, do I get to have some fun?”

“It’s better if you don’t, like this never happened.”

“Ok … I guess. Let’s see how it goes. But I can tell you to stop at any time if I want, right?”

“Sure babe, whatever you say.”

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Claudia had continued her willful misunderstanding of the situation between Ellie and Gavin. Ellie, frankly, was FED UP with it.

Claudia, her friend and boss, had always been able to see Ellie’s point of view in the past. That Claudia had started constantly questioning her judgment and nagging her about calling Gavin contributed considerably to Ellie’s loneliness.

The two of them had agreed though that it would be good for Ellie to have a couple of weeks off work during her university holidays. A break from work, time off classes and a little less contact with Claudia was exactly what Ellie needed at that moment. Their friendship was extremely important to both of them and they hugged as they parted on Saturday afternoon.

Ellie had another close friend in the city — Jake. He’d grown up in the commune with Ellie and like her, he had not really fit in… It’s hard growing up gay in the country. It was so wonderful to see him thriving in his new environment and her old friend had really hit his stride in the past couple of years. Being away from the confines of the gossiping, small-minded community had really helped him become his own man.

Jake was always great at cheering her up and giving her an alternative (and usually humorous) point of view – especially when it came to man trouble.

“So, girlfriend, you had sex with this guy and that was the start of the problem?”

That was the first thing Jake had said as he handed her a shot of Sambuca with a melodramatic look that gave her a further clue about the nature of the punch-line that was on its way.

“Well, in a way, I guess.” She giggled both at the over-simplification and the expression on his face. Everything always boiled down to sex for Jake and she knew he was about to make her laugh more.

He changed his expression to overly serious and shook his finger at her in a mock chastisement as he gave his oh-so-well-thought-out advice.

“Dr. Jake prescribes sex. What you need Ellie is to get all hot and bothered with a stranger. No. Wait… a whole bunch of strangers.”

Yep. Funny. She giggled again. What she’d needed was a good laugh and Jake’s company was absolutely perfect.

“I go to a sauna in the city all the time. It’s great. Good sex… especially group sex with strangers – is extremely diverting and good for what ails you.”

Goodness. He was starting to sound serious.

“Oh come on Jake, you know I’m not that kind of girl.”

“How do you know what kind of girl you are? You’ve hardly tried anything! Forget about this guy. Get across the street to that sex club and discover your inner sex goddess Ellie. You’re young and should be getting your groove on at every opportunity!”

Ellie had been sipping champagne while they were talking and despite the alcohol and the laughs, the barely dampened misery threatened to bite at her consciousness. She had to ask.

“Across the street? I’ve never seen a sex club across the street. You mean for straight people? How do you know that?”

“Go and look Ellie. Here my child. May the force be with you.” He handed her another shot of Sambuca.

She slammed it back, choked a little as it burned down her throat, and resolved to go and have some fun.

“Do you mind? I mean, we were supposed to go out?”

“Of course not! Do it. Do it now. Do it hard.”

She giggled again. “OK. Bye. I’ll call you.”

As Ellie stepped out the door of Jake’s apartment Escort Bayan Gaziantep she’d felt a massive surge of excitement in her chest. Then she felt it lower down too. Ooooh. She wondered what it would be like. Not too long to wonder though…. It was just across the street.

The club looked just like a pub at first glance. The downstairs area was mostly taken up by a bar which seemed to serve as a kind of reception counter, but with a spa on the right hand side of the room.

A few people were there and they mostly looked quite like anyone you might see walking around the city, which was encouraging for Ellie. She could hardly believe what she was about to do. She swallowed her anxiety and approached the bar. The bartender was a lovely older woman who explained everything and made it all seem so normal and comfortable.

There were some men dressed just in towels, but the women seemed to be in their underwear, so Ellie took her cue from them and emerged from the locker room in just her knickers with a towel wrapped around her to cover her breasts.

An attractive older couple approached. They appeared to be in their forties and looked very friendly and extremely at ease.

“Hi. I’m Liz and this is my husband Bob.”

“Ellie. Hi. I haven’t been here before and I’m feeling a bit shy and unsure how to behave. Why isn’t anyone in the spa yet?” She had blurted out nervously, without taking a breath.

“It can be a bit like a school disco, with everyone waiting for someone else to be first on the dance floor. Why don’t we break the ice and be the first in?” Liz smiled and winked broadly at Bob as she took Ellie’s hand and led her to the spa.

“Let’s show this beautiful young thing how to behave.” A thrill shot through Ellie’s body in response to the sex charged environment and the suggestive look that passed over Liz’s face as she’d spoken to her husband.

Liz dropped her knickers on the floor and she and Bob eased into the spa, ensuring that Ellie got a good look at their well-toned bodies on the way in. They were really very sexy people and Ellie could see Bob worshipped his wife. It was such a turn on.

Then Ellie could feel Bob’s eyes burning into her own breasts when she dropped the towel. Being admired so openly warmed her through and through. The warmth in her chest became fire between her legs.

Feeling very wet, and ready for anything, Ellie stepped into the spa with her knickers on. As Bob and Liz started kissing in the corner of the spa, each of them with an eye on Ellie, a few other people also entered the water.

Ellie checked out the others and made eye contact with a beautiful brunette woman sitting in the spa, not too far to her left. The woman was obviously checking Ellie out and Ellie reciprocated. The kind of open staring that’s uncomfortable in public was such an erotic experience here, where it was undoubtedly welcome and unhindered by social norms.

She seemed to be attached to the guy sitting between them and he watched their interaction with great interest.

God, what an erotic place, Ellie thought to herself. What fun we could have if Gavin was here. Well he’s not, is he? Just have some fun for goodness sake! As she remembered Jake’s advice, she immediately stepped across to the brunette, gestured behind her and said, “May I?”

Ellie didn’t wait for an answer, just slipped in behind the woman — it was easy to move her around in the water – and pulled her back against her incredibly aroused body. Ellie ran her right hand from the woman’s neck and slowly down her front, over her right breast and briefly rubbed her nipple with the flat of her palm on the way down, which elicited a small moan. She held her firmly with her left arm around the waist. The woman’s soft bottom pressed against Ellie’s clit and she couldn’t help but rub herself a little against it. The woman responded by pushing her butt back into Ellie and the physical sensation coupled with the woman’s eagerness charged through Ellie’s lower belly like lightning.

Proceeding further down, she noted the smooth, soft, perfect belly which she grabbed at lightly on the way. Then there was the thin strip of hair that led straight to her target.

She started with one finger lightly gliding over the hood of the woman’s clitoris. When Ellie got no complaint about that, she started to swirl that one finger around and around ever so lightly. As she felt the woman’s body respond she started using two fingers and increased the pressure.

Ellie had kissed and caressed a woman before and wasn’t at all surprised at how horny she was feeling. But she was proud of the reaction she elicited from this stranger and it urged her on, determined to bring her to orgasm.

With that single aim in mind, Ellie had focused all of her attention on the woman’s clitoris. Rubbing her fingers around and around and then alternately pushing her fingers further down, partly into her opening. Every time Ellie did that the woman moaned and pushed against her hand, so Ellie responded by holding her more tightly with her left arm while increasing the pressure with her right hand.

The woman started to lean the top half of her body forward as she lurched towards climax and Ellie was clutching her very tightly and rubbing herself against the woman’s ass at that point. A man came rushing across out of nowhere and started fucking the woman the moment that Ellie felt her body start its orgasmic shudder.

Ellie gently held her while she continued to come around his cock.

It was very confronting to have seen the speed at which that guy had jumped on the gorgeous stranger and Ellie wondered as she let go of her if she’d done the wrong thing by holding her.

Then the woman turned and thanked her.

“Wow. That was amazing. Wow.”

“Trust me, it was my pleasure, you’re so gorgeous and feeling you come against me like that was beautiful.”

The brunette surprised Ellie with the sweetest, lightest, kiss. Oh my. Her mouth was so soft. Hmmm.

The next thing that Ellie knew, Liz was taking her by the hand and leading her upstairs.

“I see you worked out how to behave.”

“Ummm, yeah, thanks for the demonstration.” Ellie answered bashfully.

“We have another demo for you. Will you take those knickers off? They’re wet, and not in a good way.”

“I’m a bit worried that someone will jump on me, like that guy in the spa.”

“No one will jump on you love. It’s against the rules. That girl you were having so much fun with, came in with that guy, remember? And besides, we’ll have a close eye on you.” The twinkle in Bob’s eye while he said it somehow didn’t diminish Ellie’s trust in him at all. She removed her knickers, they were uncomfortable.

“I’d like to just watch you for now if you don’t mind?”

“Oh honey, you can do whatever pleases you. Any special requests?”

Ellie had never been offered a customized live sex show before and wasn’t really sure how to respond. “I think I’d really just like to see you doing stuff that… gets Liz off.”

“Oh honey, he always gets me off. And trust me after that show you just gave us it’ll take no time at all.” And with that, Liz threw her arms around Bob’s neck and pulled him onto the mattress on top of her.

“God babe, you’re so wet already, I’m going to pound you into next week.”

With that Bob got to work on Liz. He slid into her and held himself firmly inside while he turned to speak to Ellie.

“Touch yourself for us love. I want to see you getting yourself off over there, as you won’t let us do it for you.”

Ellie did as she was told and as she mirrored Bob’s thrusts on her own body, she was thrilled to see Liz was watching her do it. When Liz shrieked with her first orgasm, Ellie lurched forward, putting all her weight on her left hand, and at that moment Gavin approached her from behind and asked if he could fuck her.

“Please. Yes please.” She gasped.

Bob had stopped moving momentarily but when he heard Ellie consent he went back to giving Liz what she wanted. “Good girl,” he’d said.

Then Bob moved Liz onto her hands and knees so that they were both directly facing Ellie. Fuck, thought Ellie. Being fucked like this while watching them watching us is such a turn on. She moaned loudly and realized that Gavin was close to orgasm too.

Hang on. What’s Gavin doing here? Oh shit. Ellie turned her head.

“You’re not Gavin.”

“No, no, I’m not. Never said I was. Please don’t make me stop baby you feel so good.”

She hesitated so he started thrusting again and circling his fingers around her clit. Her ability to speak actual words was immediately taken from her as her body shuddered and waves of pleasure gripped around where the stranger’s cock was stroking her inside.

He moaned quietly as he came and quickly withdrew. She was pleased to see he was wearing a condom. Thank god.

“I’m John. Pleased to meet you. Are you OK? Sorry if you thought I was someone else.” He smiled at her kindly and with a little embarrassment as he said it.

“I’m OK.” Yes. She was pleased to meet him. He was quite good looking. He had brown curly hair, a toned body and a lovely warm smile.

“What’s your name?”

“I’m Ellie.” She resisted the urge to reach out to shake his hand. Again, she was unsure of how to behave.

“Look Ellie, you’re such a sexy woman, I’d love to see you again. Can I have your number?”

“Ummm. Yes OK.” She wasn’t yet sure if she wanted to see him again or not, but after the sexual frustration of the past couple of weeks, she couldn’t immediately dismiss out of hand a man that brought her to orgasm so readily.

On her way out of the club Ellie felt extremely proud of herself. She’d pushed her limits and now had a potential fuck buddy that could help her forget about Gavin.

Liz approached and pushed a business card into her hand.

“See you later love,” said Bob.

“Bye guys, it was lovely to meet you both.”

As they walked off in the other direction Ellie took a quick look at the business card. Oh god. It just had their first names, phone number and the title where the business name would usually go just said “We like to play.” Ha! On the back a short message was scribbled. “You were the highlight of our week, Ellie. Please call us.”

Boy, oh, boy, she could hardly wait to tell Jake about all of this! She knew that she’d really done him proud tonight.

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Carla Yearns to Learn Ch. 02

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I hadn’t used my remote on the plane; I had been exhausted from Jack and my play the night before that I slept almost the entire flight. This meant I would be energized when I got off the plane.

Before I knew it the plane was touching down. It wouldn’t be long and I would be seeing my Daddy for the first time in 14 long months. Stepping into the terminal I saw him standing there. He looked wonderful, better in fact than when I left. He had trimmed down and his 43 year-old frame was well muscled. He was sexier than I remember. I watched as he searched the passengers for me. He started to look concerned, but then he spied me. His eyes widened and I struck a little pose for him.

“Carla?”

I ran into his arms. I had missed him so much.

“Daddy, I missed you so much. I have so much to tell you.”

“Carla, you look…beautiful.”

“So do you Daddy, what do you have a girlfriend.”

He laughed and assured me there was no one. It had just been time to get healthy.

On the ride home, I had several opportunities to use the remote. I enjoyed the sensations it sent coursing through my body, but new I had to stop. But then Dad stopped for gas and I had some time alone. Turning on the vibrator I turned it to its highest setting and was just starting to cum when I saw his hand on the door handle. I was to far gone at that point and couldn’t stop. As she slid into the driver’s seat, I moaned and came in a gush.

“Carla, what are you doing?”

Looking over at him I smiled a shy smile. “I’m sorry Daddy, but it’s these underpants?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well they were a present and I didn’t want to hurt their feeling so I wore them home and I just wanted to see what they would do and this was a perfect time while you were out of the car.”

“What they do, what are you talking about.”

Pulling up my skirt, I showed him the panties and then the remote. He looked from my cum soaked panties to my hand and then to my face.

Pulling to a dark corner of the parking lot, he yanked the remote from my hand.

“I can’t believe you Carla you’re masturbating in the car?”

“I’m sorry Daddy. Sometimes the mood strikes at odd moments.”

“Tell Antep Escort Bayan me about it.”

Looking at the remote, he turned the button to the on position and watched as my eyes fluttered shut.

“I have to admit I’ve never seen anything like these.” Turning the knob to high, I began to shutter, my last orgasm having not been that long ago.

“Oh Daddy it feels so good. Mmmm”

Before I knew it the remote was turned off and the car was in motion. A stern look had come over my father face. He looked excited and pissed all at the same time.

But I had started this game and I was going to finish it. I would have my father.

We hadn’t spoken again about the underwear, but I knew he wondered every time he saw me after that night if I was wearing them. Three weeks had gone by and I was tired of masturbating. I was used to getting sex every couple of days. The day had come.

It was Friday night and we were home alone. If my father’s old routine continued, every Friday night he would wait until the house was quiet and then he would go to his room turn on his porno of choice for the week and masturbate. He didn’t know I had watched him.

Earlier today I had replaced his video with the one Jack had made me. I set up the scene including the video camera. The remote to turn it on would be handy so I could make the promised tape for Jack and Carrie. Tonight was the night!

Dad’s room was as the opposite end of the hall. So after hearing him come upstairs, I snuck down the hall. One of two things would happen. He would either turn the TV off in disgust or he would watch me fuck Jack and calling out for my Daddy to fuck me. To my joy it was what I hoped for.

He watched Jack and I fuck his giving me the gift of the panties and then I heard him moan as Jack and I started our roll play. Opening his door I watched as his hand slid slowly over his cock as he watched. I slipped inside his room and shut the door. He still didn’t know I was there.

“Daddy”

He looked up in surprise to see me standing in front of him naked. My hand between my legs, rubbing my clit.

“Daddy, something is wrong.”

He sat up and looked at me checking for an injury.

“What is it, what’s wrong?” He said as he jumped from the bed. Clearly ignoring the fact that we were both naked and I had just caught him watching me fucking.

“Daddy, my pussy is all wet here feel.” I said shyly as I took his hand and placed it between my thighs. Then squeezing my legs together.

“Carla, stop this wrong.”

“We’re two consenting adults, doing what we’ve both wanted to do for years. If you can look me in the eye and tell me that you don’t wish that was you I was riding in the video then I’ll leave and we’ll never speak of this again.”

“I can’t.”

Just then on the TV, I began screaming for me Daddy to fuck me harder, to fuck my cunt.

I knew I had him. There was time for everything else, but at this moment I need to have him inside me. I knew once he fucked me the first time there would no turning back. I would make the video on our next round. But right now, I had got him.

Pushing his back on the bed, I bend over him and took his cock in my mouth. He wasn’t huge, but it was nice. A good 7 inches long, but it was thick. Much thicker than Jacks. And I couldn’t wait to feel it inside of me. I sucked his cock for several minutes, but I started feeling his reluctance again. I was allowing him too much time to think.

Climbing on the bed, I didn’t wait. I took his cock and positioned it at my opening. Looking him in the eyes, I smiled.

“There’s no turning back. Once I slide down on this massive meat, we can’t turn back all we can do is go with it.”

He started to move, but I let my body drop, his cock hit its mark and was buried deep inside of me. I moaned my delight and to my delight he moaned too.

“You wanted me didn’t you Daddy?” His answer was quiet and filled with emotion.

“Yes. Yes I wanted you. I wanted to know what this would be like.”

“It feels good doesn’t it?”

“Yes, it feels very good.”

“Daddy, your cock is so fat; it feels good pumping into my pussy.”

He didn’t speak, and I looked down at him. He was watching me, I wasn’t sure of the expression I had never seen it before.

“Carla you are so beautiful, why me?”

“Because I’m you’re special little girl and I love you best Daddy.”

“I have dreamed of this moment and what I would say to you.”

“Tell me Daddy. Tell me now.”

“I can’t think of it now. All I know is how much Daddy loves being in your pussy and how much he wants to fuck you.”

“Oh Daddy, you don’t know how happy that makes me. Oh Daddy he comes a good part on the video. Watch it Daddy.”

He turned just as Jack slid his cock into my ass for the first time. Hearing me yell out that I loved having Daddy’s cock in my ass, had been more than I think he could take.

Rolling me over on my back, he lifted my legs over his shoulders and started to pump.

“You want Daddy to fuck you hard?”

“Yes Daddy fuck me, slam your fat cock in and out of my pussy.”

I smiled when I saw his eyes widened when he watch me cum on the video squirting my juice out of me.

“That it so fucking hot.” He said as he slammed in and out of me.

“I have dreamed of this moment. The moment I would fuck my little girl the first time. I had hoped I would be the one to take your cherry, but I’m getting you now.”

“Oh yes Daddy you are. You’re making me yours. I’m your lover now Daddy.”

The tape had ended and started to rewind so the only sounds that filled the room were our joint moans. I was meeting him thrust for thrust. I was about to cum and told him so.

“Daddy, I’m going to cum all over your big cock.”

“Oh sweetheart, Daddy’s going to cum too. I feel like I’m going to explode.”

“Do it daddy, shoot your big load inside my pussy. Fill me up!”

“I can’t. I can’t get you pregnant.”

“Daddy, I’m on the pill. I have been. I want to feel your hot Daddy cum inside of me. Fuck me harder and shoot your load inside of me.”

Within two thrusts I felt his body stiffen and he filled me. Our joint juices began running from my body.

We lay on the bed panting to get our breath. I had done it. I knew there was no turning back for him. Reaching between my legs I smeared our combined juice over my pubic area and then brought up to sopping fingers and sucked them into my mouth.

“Carla, you’re a cum slut.”

“Yes Daddy I am and when you watch that video from beginning to end you’ll know just how much. We’re going to have lots of fun. You wait and see.

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I shift the weight of my backpack on my shoulder as I walk out of my history classroom, glancing at the priest sitting behind the desk. I want to stay and speak with him, but the other girls would notice. So, I continue, leaving the room and turning left toward the gymnasium. I pull open the door of the change room and head toward my locker. Pulling off my blouse, I glance around at the other girls. Emma is undressing as well and I can see her nipples through her lace bra. She catches my eye, and I look away, my cheeks flushing. I feel a throbbing between my legs. I don’t understand what is happening. Quickly, I tug my gym shirt over my head and proceed to change into my shorts.

Bare skin flashes to my right. Mandy is bending over her bag, rummaging through it. Her thong exposes her butt, round and soft. I want to lick it. I glance down and tie my shoes, sneaking a peak every few moments.

I stand and head toward the gym. The throbbing between my legs is intense. Too much. I stop in the bathroom and lock myself in a stall. Reaching under the band of my shorts, I begin stroking myself. I discovered my pleasure button, as I like to call it, by accident. I had been in the shower, washing myself and as I touched there it brought such intense feelings.

I can hear the other girls walking past the stalls and this makes the pleasure more intense. I imagine them watching me touch myself. As I circle my button my breathing comes in short gasps, and I try to be quiet. At last I feel the explosion. It feels so good, but I wonder if it is right. The priests and nuns are always telling us to be pure and refrain from unwholesome thoughts. I have been attending St. Katherine’s Academy, for girls, since the ninth grade. I am now 18 and ready to graduate in three months. I have so many questions about the world. And about myself. What are these strange urges? Are they normal? Are they dirty? As I leave the toilet stall and head for the gym, I make a promise to myself to find out.

After lunch, the entire school heads for the church. It is time for out weekly confession. I sit in the fifth pew. During mass, I am nervously wringing my hands. I see Father Matthew sitting in the first pew listening intently to Father Patrick’s sermon. I have always enjoyed listening to Father Matthew in class. He has a soft voice and kind eyes and never makes me feel stupid for not having an answer. When it is time for confession, I watch Father Matthew enter his confessional on the left side of the church. After a while of anxious waiting, I stand and make my way to his confessional. As I sit in the chair, awaiting my turn, I can feel my heart pounding. What will he think of me and my sins today?

A short blond girl from the tenth grade exits the confessional and it is my turn. I stand, straighten my skirt, and enter the dark booth. I close the door behind me and sit, waiting for Father Matthew to open the sliding partition.

When he does, I say quietly, “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been one week since my last confession.”

I can see him faintly through the screen as he nods. “Tell me your sins, my child.”

I take a deep breath. “I’ve been having strange urges, Father. I don’t understand them.”

He nods again. “Tell me about these urges.”

Closing my eyes and recalling the stirrings between my legs, I continue, “Well, they begin when I think about the other girls. Especially in gym class. I see them without their clothes on and I feel a throbbing between my legs. It feels good, but I don’t understand it.”

He temples his fingers under his chin, then says, “Continue.”

Clearing my throat, I say, “It feels wonderful to touch myself there. Is this normal? Is it a sin?”

I hear a soft chuckle and I am mortified. “No,” he says softly. “But, I would like to talk to you about this more, outside the confessional. Will you meet my in my office this Antep Bayan Escort evening after supper?”

I nod and agree I will. He makes the sign of the cross and I leave the booth.

Supper is a blur of voices and sidelong glances at the other girls’ chests. I can’t stop myself. I imagine their pink nipples and wishing I could kiss and suck them. I can hardly eat my meal and leave as soon as excused by Sister Agatha.

Leaving the dining hall, I walk as slowly as possible, in my excitement, toward Father Matthew’s office on the third floor. As I arrive, I can feel my heart in my throat. Lifting my hand, I knock. There is shuffling of papers, then, “Come in.”

I open the door, then close it behind me. Father Matthew looks up and smiles. “Sit down,” he says, motioning to the soft leather chair in front of the desk.

I sit and cross my ankles.

“So, Angela, there are things you would like to talk about.”

I nod, “Yes, Father. I don’t understand these urges. They’re so powerful and it’s all I can do to stop myself from thinking about it all the time.”

“Yes, they are powerful, and they are natural. They are a gift from God. I would be happy to teach you about them, if you would like.”

I smile and nod. “That would be wonderful, Father.”

Father Matthew stands and walks to his door. He turns the lock, then moves toward a plush couch, motioning for me to join him.

“You said you feel throbbing between your legs when you look at another girl?” he asks as I sit next to him.

“Yes,” I say, lowering my eyes.

“Do you feel this right now?” he asks.

I nod and look down at my lap. My hands are wringing the material of my skirt.

“Can you show me?” he asks.

Shyly, I lift my skirt and touch my pleasure button lightly.

“And what do you do when you feel the throbbing?”

I begin to circle my button slowly, glancing up into his face.

He smiles softly, saying, “Yes, that is wonderful. It feels good, doesn’t it?”

I nod and continue touching myself. I don’t feel self-conscious next to him. His eyes are gentle. He reaches forward and pulls at the waist band of my panties.

“May I?” he asks, and I nod. He pulls my panties off and spreads my knees open. Reaching forward, he places a soft finger on my button.

“This is your clitoris, or clit. It was given to you by God to feel pleasure.” He circles his finger lightly. “What happens when you touch yourself here?” he asks, continuing to touch me.

“I feel an explosion,” I say, beginning to rock my hips to the motion of his finger.

“Ah, yes. This is the orgasm of pleasure that will bring you closer to God and to Jesus. It is a powerful feeling. And there are many ways to achieve it.” He leans forward and gently pushes me back on the couch.

Taking my hand, he guides my fingers to my clit and helps me to circle it. Then he slides my finger downward. I feel a hot pool of wetness that I have never explored before.

“This is your very own Holy water,” he explains. “It allows you to give yourself greater pleasure. There is an opening here from where the water comes.” He slips his finger into my wetness and searches for the opening. Then he slides it up toward my clit again, circling and circling. I am breathing heavily and pressing my hips into his hand. Again he slips his finger to my opening. “The more I touch you, the closer you will be to God. When you feel the explosion, you are letting Jesus into your heart.”

Ever so gently, he presses his finger into my opening. I can feel the fullness and I am in heaven. He slides his finger in deeply, then out. Then in. He is circling my clit with his other hand. I can feel the explosion coming. He is slipping his finger in and out, in and out. “Come,” he says softly. “Come to Jesus! Come!” The explosion rocks me and my entire body shakes with pleasure. Father Matthew pulls his finger out and puts it in his mouth, licking it clean.

“That was spectacular, Angela,” he says. “You must practice this and we will meet again next week.”

I am a wreck the entire week. I can’t concentrate on my studies. Every chance I get, I go to the washroom, lock myself in a stall, and touch myself until I orgasm.

Finally it is Thursday again. I go to Father Matthew’s office and knock. I hear his answer and open the door, being sure to lock it behind me. Father Matthew is already sitting on the couch, smiling as I near him. Without a word, I pull my panties off and open my blouse to reveal my breasts. Father Matthew guides me onto my back and opens my legs. He smiles as I reach forward to touch myself.

“No, allow me,” he says, stopping my hands. “I want you to experience God through me.”

I drop my hands to my sides. Now I close my eyes as I feel him begin to touch my clit. His fingers are soft and warm. He dips a finger into my hole and collects my moisture. He brings it up to my clit and begins circling and probing. I moan softly. Suddenly I feel a hot wetness over my clit. I open my eyes and look down. Father Matthew is sucking and kissing, running his tongue through my folds. His finger is inside me, pulling in and out in a slow sensual rhythm. I am nearly to explosion. Then he removes his finger and slides his tongue to my opening. His tongue is inside me, hot and wet. He is touching my clit and I am writhing on the sofa.

“Oh, Father. Father, make me come.”

He pulls his tongue out and slides a finger inside. He begins sucking my clit again. His finger is buried deep inside me, pulling in and out. As I near orgasm, he quickens his pace.

“Come, my child!” My hips are rocking and I am squeezing my breasts.

“Father! Oh…ahhh… Father! Father!”

I come.

Father Matthew is still between my legs. He is licking my wetness from my folds and legs. He touches his tongue gently to my clit and I shake again.

As he sits back, I can see something strange. There is a large bulge in his pants. I sit up and reach forward, touching it.

“What is this, Father?”

Looking down, he says, “This is my pleasure center from God. Would you like me to show you?”

I nod and he stands. Undoing his belt, he lowers his pants and underwear. There before me is something I’d never imagined, something beautiful. Long and hard.

“This is my penis. When I am not aroused, it normally hangs softly. But right now I am excited and longing so it grows.”

Looking at it intently, I ask, “How do you pleasure yourself?”

In response, he reaches down and takes his penis in his hand and begins to stroke it. Up and down. The tip is purple and looks soft. He nods as I reach my hand forward. I touch his penis. The skin is soft, and there are veins running along its length. I trace one with my finger and Father Matthew shudders. I have the urge to lick it. Leaning forward, I take the tip of his penis in my mouth and run my tongue over its opening. Taking more in, I begin to suck on it like a popsicle. Father Matthew is panting.

“That’s it, my child. Suck my cock. Bring me to Jesus.”

I stroke the length of his penis as my mouth moves up and down. I can feel his muscles tighten and he begins to shake.

“I am coming,” he grunts. “Open your mouth wide and take my holy water.”

I do as he asks, still stroking his cock. Suddenly there is a hot white liquid shooting into my mouth. I take it in and swallow, wanting more. He grunts again and another spurt splashes across my tongue. I take his cock in my mouth and suck softly, licking every drop clean.

“Thank you, my child,” he says, taking my face in his hands. “That was wonderful.”

I make my way back to the dormitory. As I walk down the hallway to my room, I think of Father Matthew. Opening my door, I go inside. I remove my clothes and crawl into bed naked. It is nearly ten o’clock, and time for lights-out. My mind is swirling and my clit is throbbing again.

But, I hear a knock on my door. Pulling the sheets tightly around me, I call for them to come in. Rebecca pokes her head in and asks to borrow my curling iron for the morning. I say sure and point to my desk. She comes in and grabs it.

“Thanks,” she says and leaves.

My thoughts return to Father Matthew and my hand slips between my legs.

* * * * *

It is Sunday night and I am nearly asleep. Suddenly I hear my door swish softly open. I part my eyelids slightly and see Father Matthew enter the room and close the door. He walks to my bed and gently sits on the edge. I pretend to be asleep, waiting to see what he is going to do.

He slowly slips his hand under the sheets and across my hips. He sneaks his fingers under my panties and begins to touch me.

I pretend to wake and look up at him, smiling softly. “Hello, Father.” I spread my legs wider and Father Matthew circles my clit. He pushes back the covers and I pull off my nightgown. I can see the bulge in his pants and I reach forward to undo his belt. He stands and removes his robes, naked before me.

“Father,” I say quietly as he sits again on my bed. “I have been thinking.” I take his penis in my hand and begin to stroke. He is hard and I can feel him hot under my fingers.

“Your penis is long and hard, and my hole is wet and deep. Do they belong together? I mean, does your penis fit inside me? Is that what they are meant for?”

His eyes widen and he smiles. “Yes.”

I stroke harder. “Will you come to Jesus if you slide your cock in and out of me?”

He nods, “Yes I will.”

He presses his finger hard on my clit.

I ask, “Do you want to?”

He leans forward and kisses me deep on the lips. “Yes, I would like to very much.”

He climbs on the bed and leans over me. He begins kissing me all over my neck and breasts, slowly working his way between my legs. Then he is sucking my clit and slipping a finger into my opening. I can feel his tongue flicking against my clit and his finger sliding in and out. I fondle my breasts and rock my hips toward him. His tongue moves faster and I am nearing orgasm. Then he stops and kneels. His cock is hard and throbbing. He strokes it several times and looks down at me. I spread my legs wide and he leans forward with his cock in his hand. He presses the tip to my clit and circles it around. My orgasm is close as he dips the tip into my moisture, then runs it along my folds back to my clit. I can feel his hardness and longing.

“Please, Father, put your cock inside me. Slide it in, please, Father.” I am moaning softly.

He puts his cock at my opening and slowly begins to push it inside.

“This will hurt just a little,” he says.

He pushes it in a little deep and I can feel myself stretching painfully. He must see the pain on my face, so he stops and begins touching my clit again. As I near orgasm again, he slides his cock in a little further. Little by little, he enters me. I can feel myself stretching, but the pleasure is greater. Finally, he is inside me fully. As he begins to thrust gently, I rock my hips forward. He pulls his cock in and out, the rhythm becoming faster. He is circling my clit with his fingers and I am nearly there.

“Father, Father…..aaahhhhh…Oh, Father, make me come! Jesus! Jesus!”

Father Matthew is grunting with each thrust. He is looking at me so tenderly.

Suddenly I am there. “Oh Father! I’m coming!” I shake violently with pleasure. He is thrusting his cock quickly now. And then he is coming. He pulls his cock out and his hot holy water spurts across my clit. He strokes his cock with his hand and rubs the tip into my clit, sending me into another orgasm. Then we are lying together, cuddling under the warm blankets.

He kisses me softly on the neck and says, “Thank you, my child.”

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[Author’s Note: As usual, I would like to thank my editors: Bigg Mike, Captain Krunch, Rex and Latina. Without them, this chapter would have been just stuck in my mind. So give them a round of applause.

Next, to those who comment on the chapters, suggest things, and even send me messages on my email, thank you. I appreciate all of that. You guys are one of the major reasons why I continue this story.

Anyway, always remember, this is all just fiction.]

———————

Chapter IV: Epulo

(Ahhmm … fuck. Ahhh … you are so good, Marcus.)

As my Mom’s panting and dirty talk continued, I contemplated whether I should just bust into her room. But the fear of seeing her naked and in the arms of Marcus held me back. I still didn’t want to believe she’d had the audacity to cheat on my father. To make it worse, she did it with my classmate: a guy the same age as her own son.

I know he’s your lifesaver and everything, but why, Mom? Why?

Just then I heard the front door open, followed by footsteps.

“Honey, I’m home.”

It’s Dad. The situation was clearly heading from bad to worse. If he sees Mom with Marcus, there will be a riot.

I got up off of my bed and started pacing in circles around my room, trying to think of a way to avert the situation. Nothing came to my mind. I froze at the the creaking sound of my mother’s bedroom door as it was opened.

“Jesus, Eva!” I heard my father exclaim. It was too late.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Ummm….”

“Why are you naked?”

“Well….”

“And what’s with the apple?”

Apple?”

“Well, Greg. If you must know, I was masturbating.”

“I can see that. But doing it with an apple? Jesus.”

“Well, if you were fucking me from time to time, I wouldn’t have needed to resort to this.”

“Are we having this argument again? I’m tired, Eva.”

“Tired from what? Drinking?”

“Yes, drinking. So that at least for a moment, I could forget all of our problems and all of your whining—”

That seemed to be the last straw. The next thing I knew, I was listening to a scuffle.

“Get your hands off me!”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”

Mom kept shouting, and Dad kept apologizing. And then I heard things being thrown.

“Ouch! Hey that was an apple!”

“Do you want something bigger? How about this lamp shade then?”

“No! Please, I’m sorry.”

“Get the fuck out!”

“Where am I going to sleep?”

“Sleep on the couch!”

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” I muttered.

The door was slammed hard, after which Dad Mombled something I couldn’t understand, and then I heard his footsteps as he walked away. Meanwhile, sniffles and sobs emanated from within the room.

Lost amongst all of the confusion was any mention of the name my mother had mentioned while busy pleasuring herself. It was the same name of a person, who until some moments ago, I had convinced myself to see in a new light. While he hadn’t directly caused any of these incidents, the sterling image of him grew tarnished and I found myself once again detesting him.

I crawled back into bed. “Marcus….” I whispered dejectedly. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.

———————————-

A growling pain in the vicinity of my stomach awakened me. As lay clutching my abdomen a warm sensation tingled within my rectum, followed by tepid air erupting out of my anus, accompanied by a strong and intense sound.

“Prrrttrrrtt…. Damn Mexican food!” I cursed under my breath after accidentally inhaling some of the foul-smelling gas. Now I had one more good reason to hate Crabbe, the horny sex-freak who’d delivered the food last night.

After stretching my arms and yawning, I looked at the clock on my phone: 7 am, time for me to eat breakfast and prepare for school. I stood up and walked out of my room…

The familiar smell of crisp bacon and fried eggs greeted my nostrils. It was refreshing compared to the revolting odor I had inhaled a few seconds ago. As I approached the kitchen, I saw that Mom was indeed cooking Dad’s favorite breakfast. But Dad was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Dad?”

“Work,” she replied laconically, giving out no further details.

Must be regretting their fight last night, and wanted to make amends by cooking breakfast for him. But of course, he left early for work, I reasoned to myself. I watched her dish up the bacon and eggs from the skillet, and then signal me to come into the kitchen. “Here’s your breakfast, honey.”

I sat on a chair at the table as she handed me the plate. Just as I was about to dig in, my stomach grumbled again. It made me clench my tummy.

“Uhhh…”

“What’s the matter, honey?” she said worryingly.

I gazed at her, mutely trying to send her signals that I was in distress and in no condition to answer. She just looked at me, uncomprehending, so I muttered, “Coño Caliente.”

“What?”

She didn’t say anything more, but instead went straight to the Escort Bayan Gaziantep bathroom. When she returned, I noticed she had a small cylindrical container in her hand. She popped the lid open, and took a white tablet.

“Take this. It will make you feel better.”

Probably an antacid. I took her advice, swallowed it and then reached for a glass of water from the table.

“Better just stay at home today, honey.” She smiled. After that, she walked back again towards the bathroom.

Yeah… I guess.

—————————–

(Det…det…det…det…det…det…de…ding…)

(Hello!)

(Whelpie Goldburg?)

(Yeah?)

(This is your 8 am wakie call from Hal!—)

I lay on the couch, watching some morning tv show called ‘Wakie from Hal’, having decided not to go to school today after all. I wasn’t really feeling well, and Mom had insisted. She had left about fifteen minutes ago, wearing a pink-and-black-striped tracksuit. When I had asked her where she was going, she’d answered, “I’m just going for a run in the park. I haven’t done so lately.”

“Why aren’t you going to the diner?” Why aren’t you going to work like you usually do around this time?

She’d frowned and averted her eyes. “Your father doesn’t want me to go to work at the diner anymore.” She looked quite sad as she left, and I felt I could understand why.

She’d told me that she really loved the work and had already made lots of friends there. But then again I could understand why Dad forbade her. Ever since Mom’s ‘incident’, he had been cautious, to the point of being overprotective, and this most likely irked her. I imagined they had argued heavily about his decision.

(Hi! I’m John Knockup. Welcome to WhackAss!”)

(Teng…di…dong…di…dong…teng…di…di…di…dong…di…)

I was getting bored. I thought of going out, but ultimately decided not to; I couldn’t think of any place to go to. Besides, I was still reeling in from the effects of my upset stomach. Instead, I just took a nap.

———–

“Honey, are you awake?”

“Wha—What?” I was suddenly awakened by my mother’s voice from the kitchen. I struggled as I tried to sit up, and felt dizzy. I took a few moments to get my bearings and then turned to face her.

“Can you pass me a beer, please?” Her request seemed highly unusual, as she was just a few steps away from the fridge. Also, the way she looked at me while leaning on the counter, her tongue curled toward her upper lip, seemed strange. I ignored the nagging thoughts in my head and settled on helping her out … perhaps she was just very tired from jogging.

“Here you go mu—Mom!” I dropped the beer: Mom was standing with her track pants and panties down to her ankles, while a naked, heavily-muscled black man sporting a thick and erect penis, had his face directly beneath her pussy. He lounged on the floor, with his back leaning against the counter.

“Careful with that beer, dog!” I watched Marcus jam two of his fingers into my mother’s opening, and drill them back and forth inside of her. He paused long enough to grab the beer can as it rolled across the floor toward him. After opening it, he started chugging down its contents.

“Come on darling, my pussy’s waiting.”

“Ooommppp … oommppp … let me finish this first, bitch.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Ooommppp … ooommmppp … ahhhh…. Hits the spot!”

I was stunned. I froze.

“Now, where was I?” Marcus tossed the beer can across the kitchen.

“I think you were on the part where you’re eating my pussy?”

“Oh, yeah … yeah … let me eat that fucker up.” He started gobbling on her cunt like it was some kind of pie. His long tongue pierced in and out, while his mouth nipped at the fleshy folds. At the same time, he probed her ass with a finger, wiggling it around inside.

“Ahh … god. You’re so fucking good, baby!”

“Schlurrp … glummp … nomnomm … nomnomm … schlurpp….”

“Oww … Yes! Yes! Eat my pussy!” Based on her expression and the sounds she was making, she was loving every second.

“Nomnom … schlurppp … glummpp—”

“Owww … fuck! Owww … fuck!”

Suddenly, Marcus halted.

“Wait—why did you stop?”

“I want another beer.”

“Oh,” she muttered, clearly upset. She eyed me, and pointed to the fridge.

“Can you get this stud some more beer, honey?”

“What?” I was startled out of my frozen reverie by her second casual request.

“Are you fucking deaf? Get me some beer, fool!” Marcus barked at me. His angry tone and fiery stare made me nervous. I took a step back.

“Honey, just get him some beer,” Mom chimed in.

“Get me my beer, Boner Kid!” he taunted me with my annoying moniker.

Things were getting ugly. My mother seemed curious, and asked, with a raised eyebrow, “Boner Kid?”

“Yeah, the little fucker always gets a boner. Just look.” Marcus pointed to the tiny bulge in my pants.

I hadn’t even sensed my erection until he’d specifically called attention to it. Even weirder, my penis seemed miniscule when I moved it against the fabric. I decided to check it out, and dropped my pants down to my knees. What I saw freaked me out. My cock — if you could still call it that – looked to be about the size of an eyeball. My pubic hair also didn’t help, as it shrouded my dick making it even harder to see.

“Oh my! Is that really a cock? I can’t even see it.”

“Hahahahaha…”

“It seems your pee-wee hasn’t even grown since the last time I saw it.”

My Mom then used her two fingers as if measuring with a very short ruler about two inches long, signifying the length of my dick. It made Marcus laugh so hard, he almost burst into tears.

“Peewee! Hahahahha….”

I was embarrassed. I couldn’t believe my own Mom would tease me like that.

“Enough! Now go get me my beer, faggot!”

Oh, it was enough alright. I decided I couldn’t take any more of it, so I defiantly answered him.

“No.”

“What did you say, fool?”

“No, I won’t.” I reiterated.

“I’m giving you one more chance. Go get me my BEER! Or else!”

“Or else what?” I rebutted, not afraid of his threat.

“Or else, I’ll lay the fuck out of you, Whack Ass style!”

“Whack Ass style?” Things were getting weirder and weirder by the second.

“That’s it, fool!”

‘Wham!!’ ‘Whush!’ A solid right punch hit me square on the nose, followed by a swift hook to the chin, and I fell to the ground.

“I’m sure that hit the spot!”

“Sorry about that darling, he’s kind of stupid sometimes.”

“Yeah, just like his father.”

“THUD!”

“THUD!!”

He kicked me several times in my abdomen; blood spewed from my nose. All this time, my mother just watched. She hadn’t even tried to stop the thrashing of her son.

“Bluurrggh … cough.”

“I told you honey, you should have just given him his beer.”

“THUD!”

“Pheww!” A kick in the face made me spit out one of my teeth. “Cough … cough … Arrgggh….” My right eye was now swollen shut. My breathing was also getting labored. Despite blurry vision, I saw Mom smiling devilishly at me. It was insane. She even seemed to be aroused by it, as she now began to play with her tits, and touch her own pussy.

“God, I’m getting horny, baby. Kiss me while you’re beating him?”

“Sure thing, girl.”

“Mmmm … mmm….”

“Mmmm … mmm….”

The last thing I witnessed before completely losing consciousness was my Mom French-kissing with Marcus, while giving his dick a hand job. While they shagged each other, they each grabbed the handle of a giant frying pan hanging from the beam in the ceiling, and proceeded to hit me on the head with it.

“WHACK!”

(Whack- Ass was brought to you by Golden Fountain.)

(Golden Fountain: It sure hits the spot!)

“Arrrggghh …” I groaned. My head throbbed as if it had been hit by a hammer. I massaged it, and opened my eyes. A ballerina figurine lay on its side, on the floor near the couch … it must have dropped on me while I was asleep.

(Up next: ETV Cribs—)

“Shit,” I muttered, and turned off the tv.

——–

“hey boyfie how cum u werent @ skul today?” Amanda texted me.

“im sick girlfie. lolz”

“=( aw are you alright?”

“im fine now jst rstng”

“=) want me to cum visit?”

“nah im okay”

It had been a long time since a girl had been worried about me. Other than my Mom, of course. It was a great feeling.

“ill def b ther aftR this class. ^_^” she replied.

“Oh no!” I uttered. It wasn’t that I didn’t want her to come and visit me, but I just felt awkward about it. ‘I had diarrhea’, wasn’t exactly an ideal thing to say to say to people, let alone your girlfriend.

I heard a knock on the front door.

“James honey, are you there? “

“I’m coming, Mom!” I shouted. I opened the door to see saw her smiling widely, flashing her pearly white teeth.

“Hi honey.” She was beaming with joy as she passed through and headed into the kitchen. She grabbed a glass of water, and thirstily drank it. After gulping down the last mouthful, she placed the empty glass on the table, then she eyed me and smirked.

“What’s happening? You seem very happy.”

She didn’t answer but instead countered with a question of her own. “How come you haven’t told me that you were classmates with Marcus?”

“What?” I felt nervous.

“Marcus told me.”

“Marcus told you?” I repeated her words.

“Why, is there a problem?” She looked at me, confused.

Sounds of her lusting and spouting profanities filled my head, as I stared at her.

“God … that feels good, baby. There. Right there…”

“Ahh … fuck. I’m about to cum honey … just a little more….”

“Oww … Yes! Yes! Eat my pussy!”

“Fuck! I’m cumming baby! I’m cumming! I’m cumming, Marcus!”

“Hello, are you still there?” She waved her hand on my face, abruptly awakening me from my stupor.

“How….?” I blurted out.

“What do you mean, ‘how’?”

“… did it happen?” I followed.

She arched her eyebrow and paused to view me with wonderment before answering. “I was jogging at the park, when a car slowed up alongside me. I was startled when someone inside it called my name. It was Marcus.” She smiled. “We chatted, and then he invited me for lunch. I agreed. Next thing I knew, we were in the diner talking about you.”

“So basically, you had a date?” I quipped.

“Well, umm … you could say that….” She averted her eyes and tried to hide her discomfort. “Now my turn to ask the question, are you friends with him?”

I didn’t know what to say back that wouldn’t perturb her. I also didn’t want to lie, of course. After quick but careful deliberation, I decided to just tell her the truth. “No, I’m not friends with him.”

As predicted, she was upset. “How come?” She frowned at me.

Well, let me see. First, because he’s asshole. Second, because he wants to bang you, I thought to myself.

She continued to gaze at me, waiting. She was a very persistent person, and I knew I wouldn’t be off the hook until I replied. So this time I made up an excuse. “We don’t have any thing in common.”

“Well, have you tried hanging out with him? Or maybe even just talk?”

“No, but—”

“But … what?”

Jesus, Mom. She was really making it hard for me.

“We’re just not friends.”

“You should try to be, you know. He’s a good guy and—”

I was getting annoyed and didn’t want to carry on the conversation further, so I interrupted her. “I just don’t, okay?”

She stared at me, perplexed, and started to say something back, but decided not to push it.

‘Knock-knock … knock-nock … knock-knock….’

We both fell silent at the knocking sounds and eyed other, waiting for someone to make the first move. After a few more knocks, I decided I was going to be the one to do so. It must be Amanda. I walked over and opened the door.

“Hi boyfie!” she yelled with delight, and then gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek. She was wearing a black sweater, with pink and white stripes and a logo of a pink cat winking and flipping the bird. For her bottoms, she wore form-fitting black jeans, with a black leather belt from which lots of silver studs and chains hung down.

“I thought no one was home. “

“I was talking to Mom. I didn’t hear you knocking at first,” I lied as I led her inside.

“Hi, Eva!”

“Oh hello, dear.” Mom turned to me and mouthed,, “I’ll just be in my room.” She still looked upset, but didn’t say anything more as she walked away.

Amanda noticed this, “Is something wrong with you guys?”

“No, why?” I tried to act nonchalant, but it seemed she’d already caught on. She arched an eyebrow at me. Part of me wanted to tell her, but another part was holding me back. I decided though to just avert the conversation. “Let’s go to my room.”

“Okie.”

—————————

As we lay on the bed side-by-side, she gently continued. “I can tell something really is bothering you. Are you still sick?” Her cute puppy-dog eyes revealed that she was worried about me. It was sweet.

“No, I’m alright.”

She grabbed my arm and wrapped it around her body, nestling into my side and resting her head on my shoulder. I could smell the refreshing scent of strawberries on her hair. It was intoxicating. I played with her ponytail, twirling it in my fingers, which made her giggle. I felt comfortable around her, and decided to open up. “It’s about one of my classmates… “

“What…? Who…?” She moved her head to gaze up at me, confused.

“Oh yeah, I forgot. I haven’t told you what happened to my Mom….”

After hearing the story, she seemed overwhelmed. Her hands had moved up to cover her mouth as she listened, and she seemed to be trying to digest the details. “Oh my god! I can’t believe it.”

I know. My sentiments,exactly,

We sat up on the side of the bed, at which point she laid her hands on top of mine where they rested on the covers. “So that was what … was bothering you?” She gazed directly into my eyes.

“Well—”

“Oh my god! Like, don’t tell me … it’s Marcus?” she questioned adroitly. It was more of a statement; she knew she had guessed correctly.

“Ssshhh … not so loud.” I covered her mouth with my palm, feeling nervous that Mom might have heard her. She started giggling not long after I lifted my palm away.

“Seriously? Geesh, you are afraid that Marcus and your Mom might have a thing for each other?”

“Well … yeah.” I answered back, feeling embarrassed. I lowered my eyes and gazed down at the floor.

“Boyfie, I’m telling you right now. You are ridiculous. Your Mom is not that kind of woman.” She lifted my chin up, and made me turn toward her.

“I know, but….” I muttered, recalling the moments my mother had mentioned Marcus’s name while pleasuring herself.

“Fuck! I’m cumming baby! I’m cumming! I’m cumming, Marcus!”

I couldn’t disclose this to Amanda, no matter how much I pushed myself. But bottling it all up was starting to take its toll on me. It seemed that she sensed my distress, as she planted a soft kiss on my lips.

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